#I DRANK A LOT OF CHAMPAGNE BEFORE I ANSWERED THIS OH NO

[thecrystalquill]

A/N: TCMOY/NA part 4!! A little shorter than the last one but the next should be longer. Don’t forget the intros! And let me know what you think :) happy reading

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Chapter Four ~ Preparation

The party had been even bigger than she had thought. Every relative and family friend had been invited, and all with a plus-one. There was dancing and fancy drinks and a feast enough to feed the entire town; the band played countless songs, and her parents even let her have her first champagne. It was absolutely disgusting, but she drank it. She even managed to make it through her father’s speech, explaining to everyone just how proud he was, without expressively cringing. Overall, it was a good night – as all of their parties were – but come early hours of the morning, (Y/N) still found herself relieved to see their guests out. After an early start to the day, she was so tired that all she wanted to do was crash into her pillows. In fact, she was so tired that she almost slept through lunch the next day. It was a good thing that she remembered to close her curtains.

Now that the party was over, (Y/N) only had a week to get ready for her leave, and her nerves built with each passing day. Currently, Morticia and Wednesday were helping her pack her bags, Wednesday was making and checking lists as her mother made suggestions. “Don’t forget to pack your bat. The one with the barbed wire – never know when you might need it.”

“Of course, Mother,” (Y/N) answered, taking the tool from under her bed and finding a place for it in her case among her other things, a separate one from her clothes case – she had rather a lot of things. She’d packed her spare uniform robes, and plenty of her clothes, her books (there were quite a lot of them), some of her collections, and various other things that may come in handy. Jinxy sat at his place on the windowsill, watching curiously as they shuffled about the room. “Oh! Did we get a cage for Jinxy? You know how he likes to wander off,” she asked while packing some peculiar looking jars and bottles into a trunk, letting Wednesday tick them off, then slip another in.

Her mother nodded, picking out some clothes from the wardrobe and packing them up. “Yes, darling. Lurch dug up the old bat cage, it’s quite small but it will do for your travels.” At that, Jinx’s ears perked up and he paused in the middle of licking his paw, tongue still poking out.

“Why do you have to go so far for so long?” Wednesday whined, picking up ‘The Collective Works of Edgar Allan Poe’ and dropping it on the bed. “How am I supposed to put up with Pugsley on my own? Who am I going to practise my sword skills with? You know he isn’t a good opponent, he doesn’t take it seriously enough,” she complained in a low, bored voice.

“Oh don’t worry, Wednesday,” (Y/N) replied, contemplating whether or not she should pack her crossbow, “I’ll be back for the Christmas holidays, we can catch up then. And I’m sure Father will be more than willing to fill in for me with your fights.” She couldn’t wait to be back for the holidays. “Oh! Catnip!” She exclaimed, then rushed downstairs, likely going to the greenhouse.

“It’s alright, Wednesday,” said her mother as she packed away her daughter’s set of knives, not forgetting the sharpening tools, “she’ll be home before you know it.”

“It’s not like I’m gonna miss her or anything…” Wednesday muttered.

Two days left before she had to leave, and (Y/N) almost felt like crying – which she absolutely refused to do; but she could almost feel like it in private. She was sat on the wall of the graveyard, overlooking the whole area; from this angle she could see the whole of the Addams residence, along with the town, the coast, and the Abbey. It was one of her favourite spots, where she could watch over everything around her like a gargoyle atop a tower.

She had been reading her new textbooks over the last few weeks, studying everything with fascination and daydreaming about when she would get to explore these new topics fully, somehow it eased her worries a little. She had a herbology book open in front of her, letting the wind turn the pages as she focused her attention on her surroundings. She wondered what her time at Hogwarts would be like; would she enjoy her classes? Make some friends? A few enemies maybe? What house would she be put in? Wednesday had showed her some of the family history books from their library; many family members that attended Hogwarts were placed into Slytherin, of course this doesn’t mean to say that there weren’t any in the other houses – the family tree had its fair share of Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and even Hufflepuffs. In fact, Wednesday said that Alexander Addams married a Hufflepuff lady in 1601, having met her when he was visiting from Beaubatons. There were many people in the family that had gone to Beaubatons – with the Addams’ being from Spanish and French descent – and some even attended Durmstrang, it was more of a personal choice where they had gone. (Y/N) wondered if she would have liked to go to Beaubatons, but that was all the way in the Pyrenees, and she didn’t know a whole lot of French (though she did have Latin and Spanish lessons with her father). There were even quite a few people on their Mother’s side that had attended Beaubatons, and even some from Illvermorny, which she found quite fascinating. (Y/N) thought she shared quite a few qualities from all of the houses at Hogwarts, but she supposed she would have to wait; she thought it was quite a shame that her family couldn’t be there for her sorting, why couldn’t they anyway? If it was so important, why couldn’t her loved ones be there? But she supposed it was just another tradition. And it would probably make it harder for her to say goodbye if they were there the whole time, so it was probably for the best.

Looking down to the swamp marsh that circled the back end of the property, (Y/N) stared into the muddy murky waters that gurgled and moved on its own, hoping that Hogwarts would feel like a second home to her in time.

“(Y/N)!” She heard from bellow, squinting in the near-darkness she spotted her brother from half-way across the graveyard, carrying a few explosives in his arms (he’d likely being playing with them before he came out).

“What is it, Pugsley?” She yelled back, still perched on the ten-foot wall as she grabbed her copy of One-Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi and inspected the page on Devil’s Snare.

He grumbled and trudged forward a few more meters, touching every tombstone he passed – an old habit he developed as a toddler. “Grandmama says dinner’s nearly ready, we’re having eye of newt soup tonight, then she said she’ll make squid ink spaghetti tomorrow,” Pugsley explained, knowing that squid ink spaghetti was one of her favourites (she really hoped they made that at Hogwarts).

Hiding a sigh, (Y/N) took one last look across the view before tucking her book under her arm and expertly climbed down the high wall, using the gaps or odd shaped stones to hang onto before jumping down the last three feet. “Okay Pugsley, c’mon then,” she said, wrapping an arm over his shoulders and handing him her textbook to leaf through, “wouldn’t want our soup getting cold, would we?”

Pugsley shook his head as he looked at the illustrations in awe. “(Y/N), when will you teach me to climb the wall?” He asked, looking back to her spot – just being able to make out her name scratched into a stone half-way up.

She shrugged, keeping up her pace to the door. “How about next week?” She slyly suggested, to which Pugsley gladly agreed.

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Hiii request !!

So Narcissa x reader, sub reader (pillow princess)

Maybe at a vacation, lots of praise, toys please thank youuu

hello, of course!

“It’s anniversary love” - Narcissa Black

warnings: smut, mentions of toys, praise kink, double sided dildo!, etc.

You heard Narcissa open a bottle of champagne and you turned to face her in the room. Both of you were wearing bathrobes and you smiled at her, as you saw her pouring you a glass of alcohol.

“Oh, so we are celebrating now?” You asked, your tone excited a little. Narcissa nodded her head and she walked over to the bed where you were sitting, with two glasses with poured bubbles.

She sat down opposite to you, her legs bent in knees, her bathrobe opening a little, revealing her white lacy underwear. You looked away from between her legs and took your glass which was Narcissa offering you.

“So-“

“To us. And another happy year,” Narcissa whispered and you nodded your head, taking a sip of your champagne. You kept watching Narcissa who kept watching you. When you both drank it, you put the empty glasses onto the bedside table and then she crawled closer to you, making you take few deeper breaths.

“I love you,” she whispered only and you knew what were her intentions when her knee ended between your tights, keeping you away from closing your legs. You smiled over her little plan she had made and said the I love you back, your voice a little desperate.

Your bathrobe found its place on the floor as Narcissa undressed you. Your naked body had her full attention and Narcissa smiled at you, giving you a soft kiss before she took off her bathrobe, revealing her underwear.

“Love you’ll have to be quiet. These are literally paper walls and there are other visitors in the next room,” Narcissa warned you and you softly nodded your head. When you felt her warm hands on your legs, you bent them in knees for her and leant your back on the headrest of the bed. Narcissa smiled over your reactions and she made sure you had a pillow to lean on.

Narcissa’s blue eyes were watching every single one of your movements and you slowly parted your legs, seeing how Narcissa’s eyes fell onto your aching core. You smiled with success and bit on your lip when Narcissa crawled closer to you, her nose almost touching yours.

“I have prepared something special for today,” Narcissa whispered to you and she softly kissed you onto the top of your nose. You didn’t pay attention to where her hands went, you were busy with kissing the woman onto her lips. When you heard the drawer close, you softly pulled away and looked into her hands, taking a deeper breath.

“Cissy-“

“Is this okay?” She asked you really kindly, paying attention to you and your needs.

“Yes,” you whispered and Narcissa kissed you onto your forehead.

“Now be a good girl and rest yourself against the headrest. Legs wide opened for me,” she guided you and you listened to her commands. You did as she asked and Narcissa sat opposite to you, undressing and opening her legs for you.

You gulped when Narcissa used her mouth and her saliva to make the whole toy wet. She kept the eye contact with you and refused to look away after she was done with sucking on the toy as well. Se guided it between you two and you pushed your hips up.

“Ready baby?”

“Yea,” you said, nodding your head along with the answer.

Narcissa’s smiled and softly pushed the one tip of the double sided dildo inside of you. You bit on your lip that hard it turned white immediately and you looked down at the spot which was Narcissa watching. When the toy was halfway in, you exhaled and looked up at her.

“Yes- oh-“ you moaned softly, but didn’t move at all. You let all of the work on Narcissa who was moving her hips backwards and forwards, pushing the dildo deeper inside of you.

Her and your heavy breathing filled the room. Knowing that you had to be careful, you tried to keep yourself quiet and when Narcissa moved even closer and didn’t return back away from you, you felt the plastic toy deeper. It felt bigger.

“Look at me,” Narcissa whispered to you and you listened to her. She was watching you with her blue eyes and you lifted your chin a little. Just when Narcissa pushed her hips towards you and you moaned. Loudly. “Love we have neighbors-“

“I know- but you fuck me so good-“ you whispered and Narcissa didn’t stop.

You leant on your forearms and lifted your ass from the bed. With that you got the toy at the exact spot where you needed it and Narcissa understood your intention. She pushed her hips down and you gasped for some air, refusing to move again.

“Oh Y/n,” Narcissa whispered really quietly, almost that quiet you didn’t hear her. You laid on the bed with your whole body and just spread your legs even more, your hands behind your head. Now Narcissa was doing all the work.

“Cissy- feels amazing-“ you were like in another dimension and your eyes were closed shut. From time to time you moved your hips against Narcissa’s, earning a quiet gasp. You didn’t even realize that your hands were grabbing the bedsheets which were under you and Narcissa.

“Yes baby- you are doing so well for me-“ Narcissa moaned quietly and your eyes landed on her body. She looked gorgeous. The sight you had of Narcissa was something what you could be watching all day long and her body spread out in front of you was something what you couldn’t take your eyes off for a while. Drops of sweat started to cover her chest and her glistening core was swallowing the toy really well. Like she was hungry for you.

You looked into her face. Narcissa, as if she felt the eye contact you were trying to make looked into your eyes and she smiled. A movement made you look away from her and when she lifted her left leg and hook it over your right thigh, you moaned out of pleasure.

“Do the same love. So we get clo-ser,” Narcissa explained and waited for you to follow her command.

You really lazily lifted your leg and hook it over hers. Once both of you had space between your bodies, you looked up into Narcissa’s eyes. She smiled at you, making all of the worries wash away and then she softly moaned.

“Come closer baby. I know you love it deep,” she whisper-moaned and you listened. Moving your whole body forwards, you got the dildo even deeper and gasped loudly. “Hush love.”

“But mommy-“ you whispered again, “too deep-“

“I know love- come on,” Narcissa whispered and she started fucking herself. With that she moved the toy inside of you and you got that if you wanted to cum, you would have to do something for it.

You pushed your hips up and moved forwards and backwards. Every time your cunt met Narcissa’s, it sent a little firework into your body. Feeling every single curve and vein on the toy, you threw your head back when Narcissa shook.

“Just a little more baby- then i’ll help you-“ Narcissa promised and you nodded your head. You repeated the movement of your hips again and pushed them against Narcissa. And then again and again until she wasn’t shaking.

“Just like that baby- yes- oh god!” Narcissa moaned loudly and you kept fucking yourself while watching Narcissa cumming.

“Mommy please- please I need you-“ you begged her and Narcissa’s eyes rolled back into her scalp. She didn’t need much to cum. For her it was enough you were there and felt you close, pleasuring you this time. It was something she got used to. Since you were always the one who needed to be pleasured and Narcissa took this as a good opportunity.

“Yes baby- oh my god- soon-“ she promised you and you kept moving backwards and forwards on the toy by yourself. Few movements against Narcissa and you had her moaning loudly in front of you on your vacation. Her body shook violently in front of you and Narcissa screamed softly. “Y/n! Holy shit!”

As you realized that Narcissa was reaching her high, you felt your muscles clench. You hugged the double sided dildo so well and you closed your eyes shut. Narcissa slipped the toy out of herself and she got on all fours. You had the toy still inside of you and when Narcissa took it with her hand and accidentally pushed it deep inside of you, you flinched.

“Oh my god-mommy- so close-“ you whined and Narcissa knew what to do. Her fingers lapped your clit and she started pleasuring you like she knew you loved. The ticklish feeling shot you straight into your clit and the movements of the toy inside of you brought you closer to the edge. “Please mommy! Please please!”

“I know baby. You are being such a good girl for mommy, she loves when you are like this. Come on baby. Prove me what a good girl you are.”

“I-I am a good g-girl mommy! Please!” You raised your voice even more and Narcissa pushed the dildo deep inside of you. “O-Oh my god!” You screamed and Narcissa covered your mouth with her hand. You started shaking even more and Narcissa kept fucking you. You clenched around the toy ever harder and tears escaped from your eyes.

Narcissa knew you were so close. Just one little push away. She smiled what you couldn’t see and she was really proud of you at the moment. Narcissa settled her hand into a better position and she pushed the toy deep into you a little rougher. That caused you to break into million little pieces and you screamed loudly, what made Narcissa cover your mouth with her hand.

Your muscles relaxed as you were shaking on the bed. Narcissa pulled the toy out and as your walls were clenching, you were pushing the cum out of yourself, still whimpering from the pleasurable feeling which filled your mind.

“Such a good little girl you are Y/n. You are doing so well for mommy, just keep pushing the cum out. Mommy is so proud of you,” Narcissa kept praising you and your mind was all blurry.

You didn’t even realize that Narcissa cleaned you up by using magic. She laid you on the bed more comfortably than you were laying and then he covered you up with a blanket.

“Thank you Cissy.”

“You are welcome love. I will take a shower and then we can think about a plan for yesterday. What about sightseeing?” Narcissa asked you and you just nodded your head, falling into a fake world full of dreams.

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[archivalofsins]

This took a bit but I hope it succinctly explains my feelings on this matter.

Without further ado-

Let's discuss Kazui

He's such a lady killer, isn't that right~

Though he's also finding the time to kill the truth as well.

I'm not saying this is the woman at the bar. However, I am in a very impolite way asking where the fuck did the woman at the bar go? We never see her eyes in Half and this woman didn't have a face there. That is notably odd.

A woman that didn't have a face before has a face now and the woman who had one in his first video is nowhere to be seen. That's just odd.

We see Kazui doing some of his favorite pastimes during cat. Drinking and smoking.

Portal Timeline

20/06/11

Mikoto: Kazu-san, do you have any hobbies? I kinda want to get into something that’s a bit more mature. The sort of thing I could still be doing 10 years from now.

Kazui: Ahh, hobbies, huh. I wonder…… Hm, I guess trawling? I have a friend with a boat, so we went out on it a lot. Other than that, I guess when I go out drinking sometimes I play darts…… On that note, do you drink?

Mikoto: Ahh, I’ve tried darts before too. Drinking, huh. I guess I can probably hold my alcohol a bit better than the average person. Back when I was a uni student I drank a lot. But…… you look like you drink a lot too, Kazu-san.

Kazui: ……can you tell? That’s probably my biggest hobby of all of them. I like drinking anything. Beer, wine, shōchū, the lot.

21/08/05  (Kazui’s Birthday)

Kazui: Oh, Shina-chan? How scandalous, coming to a man’s room in the middle of the night like this. Well, not that it’s really a room, just a cell. ……just kidding, since you brought some drinks with you, I’m assuming you’ve come to wish me a happy birthday, right? Thank you.

Mahiru: Yep! Happy birthday Kazui-san~ Clap clap clap! But as well as that~ ……I also just maybe wanted to use it as an excuse so I could ask you for some advice over drinks, I suppose?

Kazui: Advice, huh. Well, you’re more than welcome, but I don’t really know what advice an old man like me could give you. I haven’t got the first clue about what love is like for a young girl nowadays.

Mahiru: Ahaha…… Don’t worry, much as I’d love to talk about that too, um…… er, Kazui-san. You know, recently I’ve been having the same dream every day. Lots of people were denying my actions…..Denying my thoughts…… that sort of dream.

Yet, for some reason in Cat,

"Phew, oh wow I’m drunk- Hey, so what if I said I liked-liked you, what would you do?"

He presents himself as having a low alcohol tolerance using being drunk as a convenient excuse for his confession in case it goes poorly.

We later see that when with his wife they've both downed half a bottle of champagne, a beverage that ranges between 11.6% alcohol to 12%. Whiskey what he's drinking at the bar ranges from 40% to 50% if it's apple whiskey like implied then it clocks out at 35% alcohol at the least.

Shōchū one of the alcohols he mentions by name ranges from 25% to 37% alcohol. So, tripping up over one glass of whiskey that isn't even finished is noticeably odd for him considering his previous statements.

However, considering his posture and staggering in the middle of the mv he does seem to have had a rough night.

Possibly drinking more than he usually does for one reason or another. However, I don't believe he was that drunk when he asked that question. I think he just drunk more after whoever he asked gave their answer.

It's also kind of odd that the bartender and possibly the girl from the bar both seem to be attending Kazui's wedding.

I'm not so certain about the girl at the bar because she just doesn't have a face here, but I wouldn't be certain even if she did as we never see her eyes just her face in Half. The guy in the middle on the other hand definitely looks like the person we see behind the bar in Half.

20/08/05 (Kazui’s Birthday)

Haruka: ……Kazui-san…… um…… Are you, happy…… on your birthday……?

Kazui: Hm? If I’m being honest, at this age I don’t really think much about birthdays any more. But…… it can be nice to have as a means to start something. Like, for a friend you haven’t seen in a long while, it’s a good excuse to suddenly start up a conversation, you know? Being able to hear from a bunch of people like that makes it fun.

Haruka: I-is that, so…… That’s… nice…… I’m, kind of… jealous.

But, I’d also, want to hear from people…… e-even if, there isn’t a reason……

Kazui: Haha, but it can’t always be like that. You know, for us adults…… we always want a reason or an excuse for everything. ……hm? Wait, is today my birthday? So is that why you went out of your way to talk to me yourself for once, Haruka?

"There was a widow who, at her husband's funeral, fell in love with his colleague. She killed her son the very same night. Why? She'd see that man again at her son's funeral." - Caligula Effect Overdose Sun Temple Riddle and Answer.

If someone could use a funeral for that sort of thing who's to say another person couldn't use a wedding.

"I just wanted to ask, so it’s out in the open. I just got a little greedy." "I realize the futility, but I still can't help but dream."

We see a green apple roll beneath Kazui's foot before getting a glimpse of a familiar visage. Now with an apple adorning their head instead of a mask.

As the divide between truth and lies grows thinner.

"All those things I wanna do that I can’t say out loud I gotta keep it inside and act."

We see him become less and less capable of sustaining the act he's been putting on up until-

It snaps.

"Let’s take a breather; Love (plus) Destiny = Crap, smash it, shatter it, bye-bye. To be caressed by you, that would be perfection."

"I wanted to be loved, just like a cat. Maybe act capricious, on my word and at my fancy."

Man admits he wants to be for the streets and gets judged for it.

I want a relationship like a cat's- I want to be able to leave and come home whenever. Be a bit capricious- Change my mind and mood whenever at my own discretion. Try a little bit of everything eat birds on the street, chase red dots, push glasses off tables, be the predator instead of the prey!

Because-

"It's better to be a let down than be let down."

Is it so wrong to want something casual to come back home to?

To just want to-

For appearance sake.

"So, it’s wrong? Oh, shove that! INNOCENT, isn’t that right?"

To want to avoid getting greedy and complicating things with unnecessary honesty.

Imposter Boulevard Trial 2 Voice Drama

"Isn’t it unusual to openly reveal a personal dislike as a personal dislike?"

-Later-

"You said I was unfaithful – in other words, that I cheated or committed adultery of some kind."

"Yeah. That’s what I deduced from your footage."

"It’s not true. It didn’t even turn into infidelity. It didn’t turn into anything like that. For me… In my case, you see."

Cat

"Phew, oh wow I’m drunk- Hey, so what if I said I liked-liked you, what would you do? I just wanted to ask, so it’s out in the open. I just got a little greedy."

"The beating of this heart... see... it’s no longer about good and bad... it isn’t. I realize the futility, but I still can’t help but dream."

Being honest, telling the truth, speaking candidly, none of those things are about being viewed as good or bad. The only thing that's about is telling another person one's genuine beliefs and feelings.

It's right after this line the mask and gimmicks fall away, he takes off his ring and tells his wife "Let's take a breather."

An old-fashioned way of saying let's end things here whether it be for a bit or indefinitely.

Half

"All this time till now has hurt me, the scales of my heart has decided to sway. If continuing to hide is called unhappiness, not even one word will get to you."

Cat

"All those things I wanna do that I can’t say out loud I gotta keep it inside and act."

"I can’t stop, I can’t be normal. This feeling, it can’t be gratified. I can’t stop, I can’t be normal. This feeling, it’s yearning to be satisfied."

Finally saying those things left unspoken and literally dissolving their marriage.

Oh, then there's the more than casual lyrical similarities between Kazui's and Mahiru's songs.

"Since when have I ignored my feelings? It’s better to be a let down, than to be let down yourself. I just wanted to touch, to caress. I just wanted to be touched. So, it’s wrong? Oh, shove that! INNOCENT, isn’t that right? Maybe, perhaps... or... could it come true... like. It’s for the sake of true love, who wouldn’t lie for that?"

"This can’t go on, something’s got to give, I even love saying the words, “I love you” My emotions are out of control, that’s inconvenient? I don’t care! Tell me, oh tell me why, won’t you just accept me?" - "Mon-mon-monstrously in love in love. Mon-mon-monstrous, cuz I love you so much."

"Love (plus) Destiny = Crap, smash it, shatter it, bye-bye. That sticky-sweet sequence: Dinner + Camouflage + You-Know-What. Loving Affection (minus) Love, it’s tacky, this two-way deceit. Victim and Perpetrator, let’s keep it simple."

"Clothes Food Shelter + Love and Miss you. “See you next week?” sounding in cadence. The meaning of life while guilty, I can’t even breathe anymore. My lethal weapon: “This is how to be in love with you”. Clothes Food Shelter - Love and Miss you. This adorable, earnest, sincere ♥ Is bleeding, wailing, this is the end- What you trampled is my, “This is how to be in love with you”."

They're just two cheaters who people suspect were not directly involved with their victim's deaths. What's the matter with stating what one likes or dislikes in this situation? What makes one better than the other? It's simply perspective~

So, let's keep it simple and fair, alright?

#milgram #kazui mukuhara

[redflagromance]

Superdim Sunday: Chapter 3

She woke up without any alarm and pulled on workout pants and a shirt. Ji-Min stuffed two dollars in her bra and used it to get a bottle of water on her way to the hotel's gym.

The gym turned out to be a long, narrow room with a few sad treadmills and basic weights. A quick glance showed that they topped out at 20lbs. Useless. She ignored the free weights in favor of a morning run. She didn't even like running. But she didn't hate it, and she had to work off the excess energy that her body produced.

When she was done she took a quick shower and tossed her clothes in the washing machines.

While that ran, Ji-Min got a shitty coffee from the hotel buffet and waited. She drank it while watching morning traffic out of her 5th floor window.

As the caffeine hit her brain, she pulled out her phone and started reading through Hammer's messages. He'd sent champagne bottles and congratulations to someone with a cowboy hat emoji instead of a screen name, and gotten no reply.

There was also a new message waiting from Sunspot. The preview said something about "the car". Ji-Min hovered over it before regretfully scrolling away. She couldn't open his new messages. He'd notice that.

The rest of his messages were unremarkable. He didn't seem to be awake yet. She pocketed her phone and walked back to get a second coffee, with a bagel this time. She regretted the bagel. It was bland. Still, it had calories, and she needed a lot of those to maintain her weight.

…The odds were good that she'd be using a lot of energy today, actually. She resentfully made a waffle and smothered it in chocolate sauce and chopped peanuts just barely before the buffet closed. She moved to sit as someone came to start clearing the food and then remembered she'd want a drink.

"Excuse me," said a hotel employee, when she got close.

Ji-Min tried to look inoffensive. "Just going to get some juice, if that's alright." She gave a thin smile.

"Oh, of course. Let me get out of your way." The woman stepped to the side and then watched with poorly hidden concern as she filled three glasses with orange juice and one with milk. Her left hand still had the plate. So she balanced her drinks on her palm and fingers and gave the hotel worker a nod.

She got back a thin-lipped smile and a look that said the woman was weighing up how rude it was to ask if someone had ever been in the circus.

'I would be good at that,' Ji-Min thought absently. She put everything on the table and kicked out her chair. 'It's always an option if crime or car insurance don't work out.'

It would be a waste of her degree and certifications, though. Ji-Min contemplated this as she methodically destroyed the waffle. Plus, having a publicized travel itinerary would make it easier to find connections between her travel and crime that fit her MO.

She checked the phone again. Hammer still wasn't up. She flipped over to the hater group chat and was disappointed to see that no one had updated on what Sir Tiger Explosion had done yesterday. Ugh. She scrolled an app for a while and found a dated meme that she saved and sent to two friends. She didn’t expect an answer, since most people were at work.

…She had to find something to do with her time. She couldn’t just look at her phone until Hammer said something like ‘it’s time for a cool crime! 🧊🥶❄️🌶️”

If nothing else, her battery would die.

'I'll go do the tourist thing.' Ji-Min went back to her room to pack a bag for the day. ‘I have hours and hours before he starts up. He’s going to crash hard after that breakout yesterday.’

Her mask and gloves went in the bag, as did a black jacket with an unflattering shapeless vibe. After some deliberation, she added the half mask that basically just covered her eyes as well. If she was in a real rush, she wouldn’t have time to properly secure the better one.

After some consideration, she decided to dress a little loudly today. She changed her white t-shirt for a hot red crop top and slipped on big red earrings in the shape of watermelon slices. She put a black headband on to keep her hair out of her eyes and left the rest loose. If she needed to go incognito, it would be easy to take off the colored accessories and cover up with the jacket. People would probably remember the red, not her jeans or build. There were a billion small women in the world and on any given day, probably half of them were wearing black pants.

That was her line of thinking, anyway. Ji-Min pocketed her keys and hotel card and jogged down the stairs to the parking lot. Her silver car blended into the parking lot so well that she missed it at a first glance.

That hadn’t been any kind of tactical decision. It was the same car that she’d owned since she’d finished her applied science degree in automotive repair. She’d got it cheap and fixed it herself while she was still working at a garage.

She sat for a while to pull up a navigation to a theme park and then snapped her phone into place on the dashboard. “41 minutes,” she said aloud. “Man. This is not a very walkable city.” Ji-Min eased her car out of the parking lot and into light traffic.

It felt like a day for cute pop music. She leaned over to tap at her phone with her left and start up a playlist. She drove for a while without incident, enjoying the sunshine.

The car in front of her screeched to a stop.

Ji-Min hit her brakes hard. She barely avoided hitting the white minivan in front of her. There was a crunch- crunch crunch in quick succession. A scream. A-

“A gun?” Ji-Min shrieked. That had been a gunshot and the sound of broken glass. She unbuckled and got out of the car to rush ahead. Other drivers were doing the same. She saw an older woman rush from the driver’s seat ahead and to the sidewalk, phone in hand.

The car in front of her had rear-ended a black car. That car in turn had rear-ended a blue car with an aura of blood-chilling menace. Ji-Min felt her heart pick up as she came level with the door of the black car.

It was hanging open. She kept her front to the car as she stepped around and took in the situation.

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

The older woman Ji-Min had seen was dialing 9-11 while a middle-aged man knelt by someone lying on the crosswalk, a good ten feet in front of the blue car. Blood was seeping out. A hit and run. Some asshole had hit a pedestrian, caused a pileup, and fled the scene.

A quick glance confirmed that the blue car had damage to the front. She looked across the intersection. The car that had given it was tearing down the end of the block, bumper barely hanging on. It was nearly out of sight. As she watched, it turned left.

A man kicked open the passenger side seat of the blue car and got out, scowling. He unfolded to his tall, wiry height with a slight clink of metal.

Ji-Min felt her mouth drop open at the sight of a celebrity. That was- well, everyone knew Gene, even if they hadn’t met. She wasn’t surprised to see that when she really looked closely, the driver’s seat was occupied by the ghastly insubstantial face of a withered wraith. The wraith turned their dark, empty eye sockets to watch her pass and tightened their hands on the steering wheel. She averted her eyes on instinct and was cursed with the knowledge that four more wraiths were crammed into the backseat. They were all staring at her.

That was too many ghouls. Some practical part of her brain said that fabric-wrapped bones didn't take up much seat space, and wondered if Gene could have crowded more of his boys in the car if he'd thought to.

That was a bad train of thought to get stuck on. It felt like they knew.

'Where are the others? There's 9, right?'

“Gene,” she said, a little desperately.

The possibly undead outlaw turned to her with sharp eyes. “Have we met?” He may or may not be as dead as his hangers-on, but he looked as healthy and handsome as he did in his original wanted posters from the 1800s.

“No, I just watch the news.” The fact that he was finishing up a sentence had been all over the news sites. She’d been rooting for him to stay out for a while this time. At least a month. “Hit and run?”

He looked as mad as she felt. “Yeah,” Gene said. He gestured with his right hand, which she now noticed was holding a pistol. “Gotdamn irresponsible and rude. I shot off their mirror, but they ain’t fucking stop.” He frowned at the victim. Other bystanders were moving the man off the road for the sidewalk, so he must have been alive. “Think I should have one of my boys take ‘em to the doctor on their wing things?”

Wing thi-

“No, you shouldn’t move an injured person more than you have to,” Ji-Min said. She tried really hard not to think about what ‘wing things’ Gene’s boys might have access to.

He took that in stride and then peered contemplatively across the intersection, where the driver had fled. “I can’t go, right? I need to talk to the police?” Gene tilted his head, as if the idea of talking to the police about a situation that didn’t involve him committing crime was a mildly interesting novelty.

“Yeah. I’ll get them. It was silver, right?” Ji-Min checked. “Did you see the model and make? License plate maybe?”

“I have no idea.” Gene seemed unconcerned. “I don’t know what any of that means.”

...Fair enough.

A sibilant, evil hiss broke the air. Ji-Min felt a chill.

Gene cocked his head and looked into the car.

She couldn’t breathe. Her muscles seized up.

“Ah,” Gene said. He nodded. “My boy says yeah, it was silver, and a 2016 Ford. License plate was local and started with 65, but that’s all he noticed.” He paused. "Oh. Male driver, tall, heavy-set."

“Tell the police that,” Ji-Min said. The pressure in the air lessened as the wraith stopped talking. She took a moment to wonder if he actually had a license. How would you get a license without a living identity? His "boys" had been around at least as long as Gene himself.

Then she looked at the car properly and felt her eyebrows shoot up as something else took her full attention. “You shot through your windshield?”

Gene blinked at her. “The what?”

She indicated the broken glass. Another car eased past them in the right lane as others started to pass the scene of the crime.

“Oh, that.” He rolled his shoulders. “Yeah.”

Ji-Min couldn’t help but notice that his window was hanging open. He could have just leaned out. “Fair enough,” she said. “Tell the police that the window broke when you hit the car in front of you, no gun involved.” She grimaced. It was practically obligatory to help Gene out. He’d been out of jail a whole three days. He didn’t deserve to go back in for shooting at some asshole. “If they ask, say you don’t have collision insurance."

“I don’t know what that is,” Gene agreed amiably. He put the gun in his pocket. Ji-Min saw the moment that it straight up disappeared.

Oh, so fucking cool. He’d never publicly commented on the magic gun thing, but it clearly wasn’t a normal antique.

A little distracted, Ji-Min dug around in her back pocket for a card that she didn’t have. “Ah, fuck. You have a mechanic?” She pointed her elbow at his fucked up bumper. “You should get that checked out asap.”

“No, I do not.” Gene shrugged. “You know somebody?”

“I’ll fix it,” Ji-Min promised, “or at least check it out. Don't drive on it more than you have to. Call me before 7 tonight, alright?”

That should be well before whatever time that Hammer would act out.

Gene brightened. “That would be much appreciated. I don’t have a phone now, can you give me your number?”

Her wallet was still in the car. Ji-Min gave up looking for a business card. “You have any paper and pen?”

“Nah, just tell me.” Gene cracked his neck. A siren started up in the distance as an ambulance was probably deployed to their location. “I’ll remember it.”

Ji-Min rattled her number off, shot him a salute, and got back to her car. She gave the pile-up a wide berth as she passed, and then tugged on her gloves as she drove. The watermelon earrings went in the cup holder. The half mask ended up in her lap, and the jacket was tugged out so that she could shrug it on as soon as she stopped the car. This was definitely illegal shit, even if vigilantism was a different genre of crime from her usual. She gritted her jaw and tried not to get too tense as she took the same turn that the hit and run driver had. She couldn’t afford to get too wound up. This wasn’t a fight. This was some standard human. Ji-Min wasn’t in the murder business. She had to stay calm.

If she hadn’t been watching intersecting roads so closely, she would have missed it. The driver had pulled over into an alley, just far enough off the street that she only noticed as she passed.

“Wow, must have hit hard,” Ji-Min mused. Her jaw flexed. “If the car isn’t driveable… You were really speeding, huh.” She felt a wave of loathing. “We live in a fucking society, fuckwad.”

Ji-Min noted a business sign as a landmark and pulled over at the next place she could. She gave the store a quick glance to memorize the name and then zipped up her jacket as she grabbed her phone from the dashboard. She got out of the car and jogged back. When no one was looking, she put the mask on. Then she approached the car on foot, catlike and quiet. Someone was yelling but the car’s windows muffled what they were saying.

'That's definitely not drivable,' she diagnosed as she got closer. 'He's not going anywhere unless it's on foot, and I'll just stay until the cops come.'

She was waiting for the car to start again, to drive off when they noticed her. Something crunched under her foot. She glanced down, expecting to see broken glass or metal from the car.

It was a shattered phone.

The shouting from the car took on a different tone to her as she actually listened to the words.

#Superdim #Superdim Sunday #deplorably devoted to you #deplorably devoted #redflagromance #short story

[atlasthegreatest]

-- Honor Me Of This Dance -- (Navier Trovi)

Navier was left alone yet again, she took a glass of champagne from a servant that passed by. Although the champagne tasted as if it had a little alcohol, tasting almost like water. She needed a lot of alcohol to go through the rest of the night. Signing deeply, she drank the last bit of her champagne, running her eyes through the multiple faces of lords, ladies that were talking among them; and finally her eyes came to a stop on her husband. Suvieshu was talking with a few lords but she could see how his eyes would land on his... concubine. Navier would never understand what lead Suvieshu to take a slave under his care. After all... they grew up together. Navier knew how much her husband disliked concubines.

Through the crowd of nobles, she caught a glimpse of a towering figure of someone. Squinting her eyes, it was a familiar white-haired man. Turning her body to meet his gaze, emerald green meet ocean blue. It seemed that he was staring at her too.

The blonde gave a subtle nod but the man lifted his glass, making a toasting gesture to her before taking a sip. Although grimacing a little after the sip, almost gagging at the taste. But still, he gave out a dimpled smile at her, before his attention was caught by a foreign nobleman.

Chuckling at the white-haired's antics, Navier shakes her head and walked away.

As she walked away, Navier couldn't help but hear voices talking---

'' Regardless of how holier-than-thou she is, I supposed she had no choice but to do so to curry favor with the Emperor.''

'' Even the most aloof empress cannot help but look at that face.''

Navier stopped in her tracks, heart thumping loudly in her chest. She heard the laughter as she turned to see were the voices were coming from; a group of ladies were holding their stomachs, howling in laughter. The seats by the wall were occupied with foreigners and natives. By the corner of her eye she saw someone whispering to the other, erupting in laughter once again. When one of the laughing noblewoman caught her gaze, she quickly went and nudged her friend and silence filled their group.

That was enough to answer her uncertainty.

They were talking about her.

''Pardon me...your majesty.'' A lady had been lingering nearby, almost as if she had been waiting to ask her a question. '' Did you really sent a gift to that woman?''

Navier frowned her eyebrows for a fast second and quickly her face became neutral again. ''Gift? What gift are you talking about?''

The woman, feeling flustered by her own question, apologized. ''Oh! I'm- i'm so sorry. Well, it's just that the woman said you did...'' The woman didn't finish, worried of what her majesty could do.

It was no surprise for Navier to hear about ''the woman'' since Sovieshu came from one of his hunts with a slave. Slave that he, the servants and the rest of the nobles could't stop talking about. That ''woman'', his concubine, even damaged one of her dresses, for apparently '' falling''. So, with a forced smile, Navier encouraged her to.

''A foreigner asked 'that woman' if she was alright with being in a love triangle involved with your majesty, and she said 'yes'. She said that both the Emperor and Empress loved her greatly. She said that immediately after she became a concubine, the Empress even sent her all kinds of gifts to welcome her--''

Navier suddely started to feel weak. Her mind then noted that the nobles were laughing at her for sending false gifts to her husband's lover to gain his attention.

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He just wanted to go and talk to her. But here he was, pushing himself to listen to whatever the man in front of him was saying. He stopped paying attention to their conversation the second he and Navier made eye contact. The man, seeing that the man in front of him wasn't hearing what he was saying, stopped talking and patted his back, walking away from him.

Looking at everyone he could caught sight of, he let out a small scoff. The natives-- especially the ladies-- looked surprised at the rumor that was swirling about-- the so especial-- woman.

'Looks like the little whore spread her lies to the foreigners already...' A soft chuckle escaped his lips, ocean blue eyes narrowing at a particular woman. Quietly, he mumbled to himself, and a small smirk appeared on the corner of his lips.

''She's very clever... for a whore.''

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The Eastern Empress forced herself to sound normal-- swallowing the knot that was starting to form in her throat-- so she could speak without her voice straining. ''I did not sent those gifts.'' Navier slowly loosen the grip of her fist, still speaking calmly. ''Rashta must have misunderstood something.'' And when she finished saying that, Navier could notice the way the woman gasped in relief.

''I never doubt--'' Before the woman could finish what she was going to say, another woman came and approached them, exclaiming that it was time to dance.

As if on cue, the musicians started playing a slower melody.

There was one rule during the ballroom dance and that is: 'One could not dance with the same partner twice in a row'.

Navier turned to look at her husband and witnessed how he took one of Rashta's hands and began to dance with her. She could feel the eyes of everyone on her but she never lowered her head, no matter how humiliating it was for her.

''So this is where you are, my dove.''

A husky masculine voice spoke, making Navier take her eyes away from her husband and his concubine dancing, and she was met with breathtaking blue eyes. ''Orion...''

Navier couldn't help but be surprised when the white-haired man extended his hand, bending his body lightly in a slight bow with a small smile on his lips. '' May you honor me of this dance, your majesty?''

The blonde was perplexed for a second, before acknowledging what was happening. Navier let out a small giggle. She was the Empress and yet her childhood friend--the reason why her heart beats so fast-- was asking her to be his first dance. ''It would be my pleasure, your majesty.''

Navier smile and placed her hand on top of his, being conducted by him to the center of the ballroom. With her left hand on Orion's right hand, Navier placed her right hand on his left shoulder, and, together, they gracefully waltz around the ballroom attaining the stares of the Emperor and his mistress.

Navier couldn't help but gape at how charming Orion was in his suit. White hair resting above his shoulder and a black suit with red and gold designs suited him well, after all, it was the color of his empire.

While Navier was in her world, Orion found himself marveling at Navier's beauty. How her eyes shone a little bit every time he twirls her and how her smile was causing his heart beat so fast, that he was beginning to feel frightened of Navier feeling it.

''You never cease to amaze me with how beautiful you are, my dove...'' Before Orion could comprehend what he was doing, the words came out of his mouth. ''Sovieshu doesn't know how fortunate he is to have you as his wife.''

Navier felt her face warming by the compliment, and a smile developed on her face. But in the same way, the smile quickly was wiped off her face when she heard her husband's name.

''Did you know?'' Navier asked, suddenly feeling ashamed to look at the man in front of her.

''Unfortunately.'' Orion exclaimed with a grimace on his face. ''But we are not here to talk about this...'' He twirled Navier again and held her close to his body. '' Right now, we are here to have fun-- and hey! you should never lower your head to anyone, alright?''

Orion raised the blonde's head with the tip of his fingers-- almost as if he was afraid of breaking her-- and gave her his dimpled smile. Only Navier could make him smile like that.

And they remained like that. Waltzing in the center of the ballroom, with numerous nobles marveling at them... and an enraged Emperor scowling at them.

#navier ellie trovi #the remarried empress #navier x male oc male oc #weebtoon #gxb

[the-void-writes]

Happy Tiny Scene Sunday :3

(don't look at the calendar it's whatever day I want it to be -)

I know we typically send in 3 words as prompts but could I request a stargazing scene with Will and Dante? :3

Potential 3 words: golden, whisper, kiss @bloodlessheirbyjacques ✨(:

🤣 @bloodlessheirbyjacques We ignore calendars here for the sake of Will and Dante content. Funny how you just posted your spicy Elijah stuff, and now you get to see how I can't write that stuff at all 😂😂😂

“Which one is that?”

Will followed Dante’s pointed finger up to the sky. He squinted at the cluster of stars above them, a fiery and tangled mass like dusty yarn. Back in the day, he could have listed every constellation in a matter of minutes, but King Gazali was an artist. He made stars and planets whenever his friends wanted, and he built more stars on the already existing constellations to make them more reminiscent of their names. It was gorgeous, but Will kind of missed having to study the sky for answers. He took a sip of champagne and laid back down on Dante’s shoulder.

“Cassiopea,” he said.

“Something tells me it didn’t look that complicated back home.”

“It was just a squiggly line that people decided resembled a sitting woman.”

Dante hummed and drank some whiskey from his glass. “And that one?”

“I think it’s Cepheus, just much more detailed. He used to look more like a gnome.”

Dante chuckled. “Was he a gnome?”

Will shook his head, smiling softly. “He was a king who had to sacrifice his daughter, Andromeda, as punishment for his wife’s boasting. Perseus saved Andromeda and married her, but another man claimed that she belonged to him, and there was a fight. Perseus used the head of Medusa, and Cepheus didn’t look away in time. Andromeda lost both of her parents.”

Dante whistled. “Leave it to His Majesty to turn stargazing into school.”

“I’m sorry,” Will said, “I guess I still talk too much about stuff.”

“Don’t you dare apologize, baby. I never paid attention to this stuff before.”

“Well, you were busy.”

“Nah, just lazy, but I’m glad I get to learn from you now.” Dante winked. “Cutest astronomy teacher I’ve ever met.”

Will buried his face in Dante’s shirt. He laughed and ran his hands through Will’s hair, so unbelievably happy to be in love with someone so gentle and sweet. He wanted to spoil him, to worship him the way he deserved, the way no one on Earth ever dreamed of doing. It was perhaps a bit excessive, but Dante’s feelings were overwhelming. He shifted a little on the picnic blanket as he determined how to best express his thoughts.

“Hey, if I tell you something slightly inappropriate, will you get mad at me?”

Will looked up at him. “How bad is it?”

Dante shrugged lazily. His hair was all messy, but the stars sparkled in his golden eyes.

“Here,” Will said. “I’ll try not to overreact.”

“Okay… I think about you a lot.”

Will wheezed. “You think that’s inappropriate?”

“I’m not done, baby. I think about how gorgeous you are, how shiny your eyes get whenever I kiss you.”

He took another drink for confidence and looked over at Will, who was waiting patiently for him to continue. Oh, that gorgeous and peaceful smile…

“Then I start thinking about holding you,” he said with a smile, “kissing you all over… seeing your precious face as you melt in my hands, hearing you whisper my name.”

Will held his hands up to his red face. “Dante.”

“Too much?”

“Not at all.” Will sat up. “Honey, you don’t have to hide that from me.”

“But with everything you’ve been through… I just don’t want to scare you away.”

“You could never scare me away, Dee. I want to be with you for the rest of our lives.”

Dante wheezed. “You want to spend your immortality with me?”

“For all eternity, if I can help it.”

Will gave him that beautiful and sincere smile again, and Dante held his face tenderly as he kissed him. The burn of whiskey still lingered on Dante’s lips, but to Will, it felt like home. Hands curled around shoulders and necks, as though they were trying not to float away from each other. Dante had to pull away for a second, his heart pounding in his chest like a marching band drum.

“Not here, baby. You’re getting the luxury treatment.” He stood up and took Will’s hand. “May I escort you, Mister Shapiro?”

Will couldn’t help but giggle. “I’d be honored, Mister Briggs.”

They sprinted back to the club. Patrons waved at them, though they were more abstract blurs than people. After a quick elevator ride, they reached Dante’s suite. The lights of Paradise glowed softly below the windows, even more so in the bedroom. Dante started taking off his tie, but Will took his hands gently.

“May I?”

Dante grinned. “Be my guest.”

His fingers moved delicately as they slid the tie off his shoulders. Still moving down, Will undid the buttons on Dante’s shirt. The gold of his Ichor shimmered under his skin, outlining his body like art. Will ran his hand over Dante’s chest.

“Admiring the view?” Dante asked.

Will laughed shyly. “I’m sorry, I’m probably going to be awkward.”

“Nothing I won’t love, doll.”

Dante grabbed the hem of Will’s shirt and started pulling it upward. The sickly blue growths engulfed his left side like an ocean in a storm. It hurt Dante to see how much worse Vesely’s disease had affected Will. When he removed the shirt fully, he brushed his hand over the discolored area, hoping to show Will that he loved every part of him, no matter what. Will squirmed a little under his touch, and Dante couldn’t hide his amused smile.

“Is it still sensitive, or are you just shy?”

“Do I have to answer that?”

“That just means it’s both.”

Will pinched his arm.

“Ow!” Dante chuckled and kissed his cheek. “Okay, sorry. I’ll be nice.”

“Thank you, Dee.”

Dante sighed. “I love when you call me that.”

With a smirk, Will leaned up to his ear. “Then make me say it again, love.”

For everything Dante had said about making Will melt, he was the one turning into jelly. They fell gently onto the silk sheets of Dante’s bed. The distant lights, the contrasting shadows, it made Will look like a painting. Dante couldn’t stop the words that came out of his mouth.

“I am so in love with you.”

Will smiled and kissed him. “I love you, too.”

#writeblr #writing community #wip: for all eternity #tiny scene sunday

[noodelak]

Little known fact, Melkor and Mairon turned evil because they sat up all night thinking, “Why do we live in a society where goth twunks don’t rule the world?”

tolkiens mind,,, damn so huge rip king

#asks #severalcakes #tolkien #melkor #mairon #morgoth #sauron #meklor was like but what if it was MORE .....GOTH #skdfjslkjf im so sorry goodnight #dkjfdslakjf MEKLOR HELP #i cant type anymore #OH NO I SPELLED HEAR WRONG TOO #I DRANK A LOT OF CHAMPAGNE BEFORE I ANSWERED THIS OH NO #I’ll fix it in the morning

[ptergwen]

smoke and mirrors

⇢ richkid!tom x richkid!reader ⇠

w/c: 4.1k

warnings: swearing, drinking, light angst, and implied smut

summary: because of your mother’s insistence on a pristine family image and tom’s messy one, you deny your true feelings for him

a/n: ok ok ok the pics of tom in monaco really made me think and i had to get everything out of my system so here we are! thank you and enjoy x

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your living room is engulfed by a hushed chatter that comes from far too many guests. half the people, you hardly know. it’s overcrowded, superficial, and the last place you want to be. it’s one of your mother’s get-togethers, as she likes to call them. these things are always far from the casual affairs they sound like.

weeks go into planning, caterers and decorators making themselves at home in yours. the family’s image is everything to your mom, so being a good hostess is her top priority. ironically, she’s more concerned with throwing her gatherings than raising you. so much for family, huh?

the only reason you agreed to make an appearance tonight is that tom might do the same. he’s a really good friend, someone you’ve been able to count on through all the mess that is your lives. you met in high school, when he moved from london to the states. his dad was offered a job promotion he couldn’t pass up. plus, tom and his brothers would be receiving a stellar private education here in america.

it was a win for everyone, especially you. the freckle faced boy who got lost on his way to english class became your closest confidant. tom’s company is such a sweet escape. he’s not interested in opera or the stock market like most people you meet are. he sneaks you out to go on walks at dawn and does shots with you until you can’t stand straight.

as you two continue to grow together, revelations about yourselves have come to light. what you want beyond your inheritances, who you want beyond friendship. you figured out the second part on a faithful night recently. tom showed up to your place with a bottle of tequila. after you drank it down through lots of lime chasers and giggles, he kissed you. you didn’t kiss back.

your heart said to go for it, but your mind pulled you back in. you were so shocked and overcome with new feelings, you froze up. that, and you’d infuriate your mother. although she cares about tom a great deal, she loathes his public figure. he’s always getting papped in places and with people he shouldn’t be. the two of you together would just destroy her.

you still want to please your mom at the end of the day, no matter how deep under your skin she gets.

tom immediately apologized and tried play it off as him being drunk. you grew up with him, became part of each other’s families, which means you know him well enough to know he was lying. he meant every second his lips were on yours.

what you need to do now is something you’ve meant to for a while. the only problem is that you’re stuck at your mother’s party, and tom hasn’t shown up yet.

“y/n, darling,” your mom calls for your attention. she’s dragged you into a conversation with some bloggers, but you haven’t spoken a word. “why don’t you tell us about your trip to spain last summer?” she plasters on her award winning grin and squeezes your shoulder. it’s time to play along.

“oh, it was beautiful,” you halfheartedly reply, more to the bloggers than her. they nod in clear interest. one jots down notes. “we went for a few weeks and visited a bunch of different cities. i’d love to go back sometime.” the typical press formatted answer earns your mom’s approval. you’re off the hook. your eyes start to wander around the room, hoping to set on tom.

“we?” the woman taking notes asks. must everyone pry? “my friend and i,” you shortly reply. you’re standing up on your tiptoes to see over the crowd. you’d think six inch heels would do the trick. “i’m actually looking for him right now, so if you’ll excuse me,” you offer a polite smile and silently pray they won’t ask who. unfortunately, your wishes don’t come true.

the other blogger, a short and stubborn man, speaks up. “just a friend you say? come on, tell us. who’s the lucky fella?” he inquires. your mother raises a firm eyebrow, signaling for you not to.

tom has a reputation for his reckless behavior. it’s your mom’s worst nightmare when the media associates your names under most circumstances. you’re representing her, so she does whatever she can to control how you’re seen. you’re constantly in the papers, being a young socialite and all. it sucks.

“he’d like to stay out of the tabloids, sorry,” you cover for tom, on your mom’s behalf. “i should really go. it was nice meeting you.” the bloggers don’t bother to hide their disappointment as you shake their hands. your mother rubs your back in approval. “thank you for doing that. we’ll talk later,” she speaks lowly. “bye, mom!” you practically make a run for it. 

weaving through the sea of people, you end up by the main entrance. it’s hard not to get lost even though it’s your house. the place is packed with girls just a couple years older than you, wearing pearls around their necks. men’s strong colognes flow through the air. you’re in a form fitting red slip dress and louboutins yourself.

smoke and mirrors is what they call it. you show the pretty parts to distract from your ugly ones.

harrison suddenly comes waltzing in with a lady on either of his arms. you’d expect nothing less. he’s tom’s best friend besides you, considering the failed kiss attempt didn’t change that. their parents worked at the london branch of the same company. they each came to the states and met you. you happily introduced them to your world, helping to make it theirs as well.

“haz!” you meet him at the front door. he’s smirking while he leads the women inside. “fancy seeing you here, isn’t it?” he jokes. “very funny. i died laughing,” you deadpan, curiously eyeing harrison’s plus two. they merely giggle. “listen, have you seen tom anywhere? if he’s coming.” you’re fighting back a frown. “why wouldn’t he be?” harrison questions in a more serious tone this time.

“long story. you have guests to entertain, so i won’t get into it now,” you decide and manage a small smile instead. he perks up. “right. i’ll let you know if i see him?” nodding, you give him a wave goodbye. “enjoy yourself.” “you too, love. cheers!” the girls lean into him, harrison wiggling his eyebrows at you. he’s ridiculous.

hours pass by without word of tom. it isn’t like him to miss an event, especially if you’re in attendance. you despise these exhausting nights, and he’s supposed to be your rock during them. he should have his arm draped around your shoulders, whispering silly remarks to you while you hide out somewhere. you miss him more than you thought possible.

you’re just about to give up when you spot nikki ushering her husband inside. behind them follows tom, clad in a grey checkered suit with his locks perfectly tousled. he’s here. you waited the whole night, and he finally came.

tom kisses his mom on the cheek before strutting over to the drink table, not without a few reporters hassling him. they’re probably looking for another holland scandal to break. he declines their requests for comments on this and opinions on that, instead pulling up a chair next to harrison. the two exchange hugs and fix themselves glasses of champagne, you watching their encounter.

harrison fills tom in on the drama he’s missed tonight while they sip their drinks. tom keeps forcing smiles that don’t reach his eyes. he’s fiddling with his fingers, leg bouncing up and down steadily. those are the telltale signs he needs saving. however awkward it may be, you’re going to have to break your silence. it was bound to happen eventually.

“mate, i’m telling you. she fit her entire first right up her-“ “boys,” you cut into harrison’s story, greeting him and tom. his face tints deep pink upon your arrival. “don’t let me stop you. finish your charming anecdote,” you encourage him and subtly glance over at tom. he’s biting back a grin as he sets his elbows on the table.

“not with a lady present. let’s just… pretend you didn’t hear that,” harrison chuckles nervously and hops to his feet. “i’m gonna leave you two to chat.” humming, you move to take his chair. tom sucks in a breath. “what happened to the girls you brought?” you wonder. “they left. said they got bored,” harrison admits, tom stifling laughter. he elbows his friend for that.

“oh, fuck off. i’ll see you later,” he mopes, flicking your arm for good measure. tom salutes him and grabs his nearly empty champagne. “so long, bruv.”

it’s just you and tom now, seated side by side, silently so. he has no intentions of speaking first. he’s too embarrassed, and you don’t blame him. this is on you. you clear your throat before starting the conversation.

“can i top you off?” you tap the bottom of his glass with a tiny smile. tom shakes his head. “i’m alright, thanks.” he finishes the last sip and sets it down, turning to face you. your smile has vanished. “wasn’t sure you were gonna make it. i’m glad you did,” you change the subject. as if he’s considering the sincerity behind your words, tom furrows his eyebrows.

“mum wanted us to. she dragged me and dad straight off the golf course,” he explains and clasps his hands in his lap. his fingers interlock with each other. you fight off the urge to replace them with yours. “we would’ve been here sooner, but the paps are camped outside.” the hint of a smile forms on his lips, at last. “guess it’s not often you get the town’s finest under one roof.”

“you think i’m one of the town’s finest?” you tease, resting your chin in your palm. something flashes behind tom’s eyes. he looks right into yours, scooting closer. “absolutely. you’re the most eligible bachelorette in this whole building.” you allow a toothy grin to spread across your face. “tommy, stop it. you’re too nice to me.”

the nickname is music to his ears. tom looks you up and down, licking his lips simultaneously. “no, seriously. you look gorgeous,” he muses, you pushing at his chest. he exhales a breathy laugh, and you giggle yourself. “red’s definitely your color.” “reverse card. you wear it way better than i do,” you insist. your fingers tug at the collar of his suit. “too bad you didn’t match me.”

you’re relieved you two can talk like you usually do, light flirting and good vibes. it might not be so hard to put the kiss behind you. well, you can’t go on pretending it didn’t happen. you have to at least discuss the fiasco. tom should know why you didn’t reciprocate, then you can take it from there. whether he still has feelings for you, assuming he ever did, will depend on how that turns out.

“not to ruin the fun, but we still have to talk,” you murmur, tom’s body stiffening across from yours. he’s not sure he’s ready to discuss that. “can it wait? we’re at a party,” tom reminds you, running a hand through his styled locks. “yeah, my mother’s. don’t tell me you’re having a good time,” you playfully chastise him. he simply shrugs. “hardly. you’re the best part.”

you ignore the butterflies roaming about your body.

“you won’t mind a quick convo, then. it is with me,” you attempt to persuade him and place a hand on his knee. tom coughs a bit too loudly, the contact surprising him. “you know what? i think i’ll take you up on that drink first,” he decides with a mustered up smile. “coming right up.” you pat his leg before taking his glass. he chews on his lower lip while you poor the bubbling liquid. that was certainly… odd.

you slide tom his champagne back with an exaggerated wink. tom scoffs at this. “mm, thanks. care to join me?” he brings the alcohol to his lips, eyes never leaving yours. your mother specifically said no drinking tonight, since the press would be here. screw your mother, though. “please. could you hand me a glass?” you eagerly grab the champagne bottle. tom searches for an empty cup next to him.

you two are unspoken drinking buddies at this point.

“here you are, darling,” tom drawls, holding out the glass for you. every time he calls you that, you completely melt. “thanks, tommy,” you purr in response. you’re finally pouring your own drink when someone taps you on the shoulder, and hard. you look behind you to find your mother standing with her hands on her hips, less than thrilled. speak of the devil.

“hello, mother. can i help you?” you make sure to ask rudely. she responds with a smile that’s obviously fake. if tom weren’t here, you’d be getting scolded. “yes, my darling. those bloggers from earlier were hoping you’d finish your interview.” your mom shakes your shoulder in a motherly way. you squint up at her. “didn’t they leave hours ago-“ “they’re back,” she sharply informs you.

she’s lying, and you have a hunch as to why.

frowning, you hold tom’s hand in both of yours. “sorry, this won’t take long. why don’t you go find tuwaine?” you suggest instead. “he’s around here somewhere.” tom gives you an understanding nod and laces your fingers together, even if it’s only for a moment. “must be chatting up some producers or whatnot. i’ll see if i can help.” he’s such an incredible friend to everyone. he deserves the same from you.

“thomas, so lovely to see you,” your mom interrupts. tom stands up, kissing both her cheeks out of courtesy. “you, too. what a wonderful party. thank you for having us.” despite what the rest of the world believes, his manners are impeccable. “of course. give nikki my best, will you?” your mom puts her hands on his shoulders. he grins at her. “definitely. take care, mrs. y/l/n.” “always a pleasure,” she states, nudging you to come along with her.

you shoot tom one last apologetic look as your mother pulls you along and towards the crowd.

tom is no idiot. he’s well aware how she really feels about him.

when a swarm of guests is surrounding you, your mom lets go. you scowl, crossing your arms over your chest. “why would you do that? i haven’t seen tom in days.” she sighs without a care. “isn’t it time you branch out? expand your social circle?” her manicured fingers ruffle your hair. you push away her touch. “i’m social enough. we were in the middle of something really important.”

you begin to walk away, but your mother takes your arm. “whatever you’re about to do, it’s a mistake. he’ll make a fool of you,” she practically spits. yanking your arm from her grasp, you laugh bitterly. “of me, or of the family name? look around, mom.” you gesture to the spot beside her where your dad should be. “as far as i’m concerned, i have no family except tom. i’m gonna go check on him.”

you’re gone before your mom can stop you. she simply stands there, utterly mortified by what you said.

you run around the house to find tom, stumbling in your heels and not giving a fuck. you’d truly meant the part about him being your family. all the holland’s, honestly. they’re the most genuine and caring souls, and you don’t want to lose the one you’re closest to because of your mother’s delusions. 

tom is in a circle with harrison and tuwaine, the three of them chuckling amongst themselves. you’d hate to bug him, but this can’t wait anymore.

“uh, tom?” you mumble his name, appearing behind him. he steps away with another quiet laugh. “hey, y/n/n. that was quick, hm?” your face gives away your distress. his whole demeanor shifting, tom reaches for your hands. “what is it, love? is something the matter?” “just… come with me,” you croak out.

you manage to smile at harrison and tuwaine, dropping one of tom’s hands so you can lead him upstairs. they each return the smile and share curious looks.

following behind you, tom keeps your hand tight in his own. he’d thought you were going to grill him about the kiss that barely happened. it seems like this is a much more pressing matter. his outburst of emotions can be discussed another time. now, it’s time to deal with yours.

you drag tom into the first room on the second floor, which is your dad’s study. he’s away on business this weekend, so he luckily couldn’t make the party. tom sits down in the office chair. you sit up on the desk, in front of him. your lip quivers the second his worried features come into view.

“y/n/n, what’s going on? why are we in here?” tom wonders, his tone soft. your heart clenches. “i- i wanted us to have some privacy when i told you this,” you sniffle out and blink back the tears forming. you’re sort of shaken from the conversation with your mother, and mostly because you have no idea how tom will react to your confession.

his hands come to stay on your thighs, right below your dress. they feel warm against your bare skin.

“tell me what? i’m listening, yeah?” tom gazes up at you with so much love. “lay it all out for me.” god, he’s fucking amazing. if only you knew where to start. “do you, um…” you trail off, letting your tears subside and words settle. “do you remember when your family made your big debut in town?”

a grin replaces tom’s frown, painting his beautiful face. “how could i forget? you made it quite memorable.” he traces circles on your thigh and elicits a giggle from you. “i spilled a whole thing of soda on your white fucking button down,” you recount with a lighthearted sigh. “right before your dad was supposed to introduce you to everyone, too.”

tom presses his tongue into his cheek to hold back another grin. “took ages to get it out. dad went mad when i didn’t show.” he cocks his head to the side, you leaning back on your hands. “you held me hostage in the laundry room so you could do that bloody stain stick.” your mouth drops open in mock offense. “i had to clean up my mess! i wasn’t gonna let the world meet you covered in pepsi.”

that was one of your earliest memories together. the holland’s threw a party and invited everyone who was willing to attend. they had been hoping to properly introduce themselves to the town, and this was their way of doing so. although yours and tom’s friendship was fairly new, you spent all night together because you had experience with such events.

tom’s dad was making a speech to thank the guests for coming. you and him listened from the snack table, until his name was called. he rushed to go up there while you were pouring yourself a drink. he’d bumped into you, and the bottle ended up all over him. you snuck tom right off to his laundry room.

you’d felt terrible as he stood there shirtless and blushing, you aggressively swiping his button down with a stain stick.

“why do you bring that up?” tom questions and continues circling your skin. you purse your lips. “i dunno. it was the last party i actually enjoyed,” you admit, putting your hand over his that rests on your thigh. “like to reminisce when i’m suffering through one of my mother’s.” his eyes shift to where your hands are laced. “i see,” he affirms. “so, is that… all you wanted to talk about?” “not even close,” you laugh out.

a burst of courage coursing through your body, you say it. “when you kissed me the other night-“ “i won’t do it again,” tom cuts in, trying to avoid the rejection he thinks you’ll give him. “it was a mistake, and i’m so sorry. our friendship is more important than my feelings.” you seem excited to hear that, though it’s not for the reason tom expects. “you do have feelings for me?”

he’d forgotten about his i was drunk excuse.

“um, yeah. i do,” he admits, cheeks rosy and lip caught in his teeth. “but, i’ll learn to put them aside, if that’s what’s best.” “no, no. it isn’t,” you dismiss him and put your free hand on his chest. “i love you, tom. that’s what i was really trying to tell you.” your words bring an instant grin to his face. he chuckles in disbelief, standing from the chair.

“fuck, thank god. that’s all i’ve ever wanted to hear.” he’s between your legs now, his hands moving up to your hips. you’re beaming at him as your arms snake around his neck. a burning question comes to tom’s mind. “hang on. why didn’t you kiss me back, then?” he almost whispers, thumb brushing over your hipbone. “this is gonna sound weird, but… my mom,” you reluctantly let out.

“you’re gonna have to elaborate,” tom prompts you and raises an eyebrow. you can’t hold back your eye roll. “she’s never been a fan of the person you are in the media.” his lips form a line. “i gathered.” your fingers tangle in his curls at the nape of his neck reassuringly. “i was subconsciously scared i would be letting her down in some way, if we were together.”

tom allows your hands to work their way up to his scalp. he exhales contentedly as you play with his ever so soft hair. “i understand, she’s intimidating. what’s changed that brilliant mind of yours about coming clean?” your nose scrunches up when he pokes one of your temples. “oh, yeah. i yelled at her earlier ‘cuz she stole me away from you.” his face lights up. “sexy.” “shut up,” you groan. “someone had to tell her off.”

“good thing it got to be you,” tom agrees with a squeeze at your hip. “‘m proud of you, y/n/n. it’s not easy, standing up to mummy dearest.” you tug on his hair. “like you’d know. nikki is a saint.” “that’s what she’ll have you believe,” he says under his breath, you gasping. his lips turn up in a smirk. “on that note… i love you, too.”

“would’ve been embarrassing if you didn’t say it back,” you acknowledge with a cheesy smile. tom dips his head down to rest his forehead against yours. “yeah, yeah. save the attitude for your mum.” your legs easily wrap around his waist, tom’s breath hot as it hits your face. “let’s give that kiss another go,” you mewl. he doesn’t hesitate to reply. “with pleasure.”

tom’s lips land on yours, you kissing back right away. he smiles into it as your lips gently move together. “about fucking time,” he grumbles, your hands situating in his chocolate curls once again. he’s savoring every second you touch him, kiss him, love him. the taste of your mouth is one he’s craved for longer than you could imagine.

it doesn’t take long for things to heat up, you messing with tom’s hair and tom rubbing your hips. you lay back on the desk as his tongue enters your mouth. holding you by your waist, tom hovers over you. his tongue tangles with yours in a deep kiss. between that and his fingers beginning to massage your thigh, you’re done for. you’re ready to take this a step further by the time he’s kissing down your neck.

“tommy?” you grab onto his shoulders, your head back. his lips detach from your skin with a grin. “yeah, love? ‘s everything okay?” he coos, pressing a final kiss to your collarbone. “more than.” you tilt his chin up to peck his lips. “you wouldn’t happen to have a condom, would you? just thinking ahead.” he laughs breathlessly, reaching into his suit pocket.

“conveniently enough, i do. not sure your dad would like me fucking you on his desk, though.” tom sets his hand on your leg that’s still hooked around his waist. “my room’s always available. carry me?” you make grabby hands and bat your lashes. he hoists you up by your waist, not lifting you just yet. “that would break the news of us, no? your mum’s gonna go apeshit.” he keeps his arms around you, chuckling.

“let her. besides, i know a couple of bloggers that would love to announce our status update.” you peck tom’s lips, grinning as you do. you’re suddenly in the air and being picked up by tom. the surprise of it makes you squeal, clutching onto his broad shoulders instinctively. he gives you the look of adoration that’s reserved for you only.

“we’ll go pop a few bottles with everyone, then we’re celebrating on our own.”

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𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖇𝖚𝖌𝖘 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝖑𝖑

☼ 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: daddy!Andy Barber x little!Reader

☼ 𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: you reveal you're a little. your relationship with Andy progresses past mentor-mentee.

☼ 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔨𝔫𝔤𝔰: slight nudity, slightest bit of daddy kink from andy, ddlg, little space, swearing, mentions of abusive relationships.

☼ 𝔞/𝔫: thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy!! this chapter is dedicated to @uhmellamoanna because her ideas have helped me immensely while planning out the AU and i appreciate her so much!!

two months had passed since you met Andy. he stayed true to his promise of helping you not letting you struggle by yourself. he became your tutor, and it became routine for you to send him your homework for him to look over before you submitted it.

he had called you a few days ago, and asked if you were still looking for an internship, something you had mentioned weeks ago. you immediately responded yes, and asked if he had heard anything.

he said he had, and he had already set up an interview for you. you'd thanked him profusely, and he just laughed and said "anything for a pretty girl like you." the interview was the week after that, and when you walked into the courthouse, you instantly captured the eyes of a tall man. he was much taller than Andy, and had short brown hair. you recognized him as Neal Loguidice, the commonwealth attorney in Jacob's case.

he eyed you up and down, which made goosebumps rise on your arms. you averted your gaze, and continued after your escort to Lynn Canavan's office. you took a deep breath and opened the door.

20 minutes later, you were walking out of the building with a huge smile on your face. you'd gotten the internship, and you'd be working in the Assistant District Attorney's office, directly under none other than Andy Barber. you bit your lip as you fished your phone out of your pocket. you waited until you were out of the building to call Andy.

"hey!" he said when he answered the phone. "how'd it go?"

you giggled. "it went great! i got the internship."

"i knew you would. you're such a smart girl, Lynn would've been an idiot to not bring you on. when do you start?"

"Monday at 9 am." you said, a smile on your face as you unlocked your car.

"we should celebrate." he said, ad you furrowed your brows in amusement.

"oh yeah? i'm guessing it'd be with bingo." you joked.

"why would it be with bingo?" Andy responded, a hint of a laugh in his voice.

"well," you sighed. "because you're old."

Andy laughed on the other end. "well, you just wait honey. our celebration is going to be amazing. tonight at 8 work for you?" he asked.

"sounds perfect, see you then."

he picked you up at 8 o'clock on the dot that night, and wouldn't reveal where you two were going. a smile spread on your face as you pulled into a parking lot, and saw that you were at Cold Spring Park. he pulled out a picnic basket and blanket, and the two of you headed into the park. you two avoided the woody area, knowing that that spot brought up bad memories for Andy.

you settled on a spot beside the tennis court, and Andy spread the blanket. you sat down, and opened the basket as he took his own seat.

"champagne?" you asked, pulling the bottle out of the basket. Andy smiled.

"yep. champagne is a celebration drink, and we're celebrating. i can't have too much though, i'm the one driving."

the two of you drank the champagne and ate the delicious food, as the sun set, and the stars and moon came out. while Andy only had a few sips of it, he kept encouraging you to drink it, wanting you to celebrate. you got drunk rather fast, which resulted in Andy having to haul you back to the car while you giggled at absolutely everything.

he arrived back at your dorm a few minutes later, and helped you up the stairs. he was mentally preparing himself to enter your apartment. he remembered you telling him that you had roommates that were freshman, and liked to party. you lucked out and got a single room because your suite mate dropped out a week into the semester, but you had 6 other roommates living in the same apartment. that thought alone made Andy want to suggest you move in with him, but he knew that was wildly inappropriate. you two weren't together.

he unlocked the door, and was hit with loud music pounding throughout the living room, and at least 18 other children roaming around the apartment, even walking into the bedrooms. he let you lead him to your room. when he walked in, he was shocked at how well decorated it was.

your bed was pushed against the far wall, under one of the windows. the bedding was pure white, and the pillows were a mustard orange and dark brown. the bedside table that was beside the head of your bed was holding a white lamp. there was a large bookcase next to it, and beside that was your mini fridge and coffee maker. on the other side of the room sat your desk and dresser, and on the wall beside it was your tv, and mirror. beside it was an armchair, and a large rug was covering most of the wooden floor.

you giggled as you saw him looking around. "i know it's big. the residence let me decorate however i wanted, and even took the other furniture out for me." you said, and plopped down onto the bed, a sigh of relief escaping.

"you have to get changed, silly." Andy said, tickling your sides. you giggled. "where are your clothes? i'll grab them for you."

you pointed lazily at the dresser beside your desk. "'n there. top and middle drawer." Andy nodded and walked over to it. just as he opened the top door, you exclaimed.

"WAIT! middle and bottom! top is my underwear and bra's." you said before collapsing into another fit of giggles.

Andy however, was not laughing because he didn't shut the door in time, and was face to face with a pair of black panties that had been lazily thrown in on top of the folded ones. it wasn't even that that shocked him; he'd been married before, he knew what women's underwear looked like. it was the writing on the butt that shocked him.

it said 'daddy's good girl' in bright red lettering. he chewed on his lip as he felt his nether regions stirring, before taking a deep breath and closing the drawer. he retrieved the actual pyjamas, and walked back over to you.

you had curled up in a fetal position, and had a stuffed dolphin with a prosthetic tail clutched in your arms, rubbing your face against the soft fur of the animal.

"Winter, you so soft," you said in a small voice, and Andy smiled.

"c'mon, love. let's get dressed." he said softly. you shook your head, and Andy chuckled. "okay. sit up." he said and you finally complied.

you lifted your arms, and Andy lifted your shirt off of your body, trying to keep his eyes averted. he got a small glimpse of your chest, however, and his entire face went red. he slid the sleep shirt on over top, and then continued on with your jeans.

his hands were shaky as he undid your pants and slid them down your legs. the shaking got worse when he saw the pair of translucent lace underwear that didn't conceal anything. his eyes didn't miss the wetness either, and he wanted nothing more than to get his mouth on you, but you were drunk, and there was no way you'd let him do that, especially sober.

he slid your shorts on, and helped you under the covers. "nee' miwk." you said, and he furrowed his brows. "f'idge." you said, and pointed at the fridge. he eyed you quizzically as he approached the fridge, but realized what you were asking for when he opened the mini fridge. there was a small baby bottle filled with what he guessed was chocolate almond milk, based on the Silk Chocolate Almond Milk jug behind it. he grabbed it, and shook it like he used to shake Jacob's bottles, and took the cap off. he gave it to you, and he watched quizzically as you sucked the nipple into your mouth. your eyes closed, and you downed the bottle in less than 5 minutes. Andy took it from you when you started sucking air.

he walked out of the bedroom, and found the bathroom that was just to the right, being careful to hide the bottle behind his back.

he rinsed it quickly, and walked back into your room. he glanced around, looking for where to put it. he say another bottles nipple sticking out from one of the bins on the bookshelf, and pulled it out.

it was a bin with multiple other bottles, paci's, and even a package of adult diapers. he was confused, but he knew there was a logical explanation to everything, an explanation he wasn't going to get tonight. he placed the clean bottle back in the bin, and with one last look at you, he turned out the light, and headed out.

monday morning came quicker than you thought, but when it did, you arrived at the courthouse 15 minutes early. Andy had told you he would give you the tour, and to wait outside for him.

you didn't have to wait long, and then the two of you were heading inside. after a quick tour, he'd given you the job of researching something for his current case.

the case made sadness fill your body as you looked at the file you were given. it was another little. she had been severely abused in her relationship, most of the time it was physical. she claimed her boyfriend was manipulative and could worm his way out of every situation, but she knew Andy was a no nonsense lawyer.

she had reportedly tried to escape, and broke her boyfriends back when he tried to push her down the stairs, but she moved out of the way and he fell.

she was being charged with assault, and no one else had taken her seriously just because she was a little. they claimed she didn't have the mental ability to claim not guilty and stand trial, and that they were recommending her take the insanity plea, which she refused.

Andy refused to take that plea deal too. with him, it was not guilty or the high way. you took a deep, calming breath, and got to work.

you smiled as you finished up your research. you'd found exactly what you were looking for, and you were 100% certain that this information would allow that woman to walk free, because she was 100% not guilty.

Andy had texted you letting you know he was heading up to Lynn's office, and to bring him the research to him in the break room. you gathered up the papers, and headed out excitedly. you were so excited that you didn't see Neal rounding the corner.

you bumped into him harshly, and fell backwards, the papers scattering all over the floor. "can't you watch where you're going?" Neal boomed, and you looked down in shame.

"i-i'm sorry sir." you said. you felt your entire being become smaller and you had to fight to keep your voice steady.

"you better be! you can't go bumping into people because you don't know how to look where your walking." you nodded as he continued to yell at you, while you began slipping further and further into your little space. your chin wobbled just as Andy came barreling around the corner, hearing Neal yelling.

"HEY!" Andy shouted, making you jump. he had an angry look on his face, looking between you and Neal. his eyes found the scattered papers on the floor, and you instantly jumped up, thinking he was mad at you. "y/n-" Andy said, but you didn't let him finish. you ran down the hallway, and barrelled back into your office. you collapsed on the floor, and curled under your desk. your skirt rid up, and you wished nothing more than to be at home in your dorm.

you could hear Andy yelling, and once the yelling stopped, his footsteps came closer. he entered your office, and you watched his feet move around, looking for you. you sniffled involuntarily, and he approached the desk. he shut the door and closed the blinds before crouching down.

you curled away from him further as he laid his eyes on you. ''m sorry. didn' mean it, p'omise." he sighed, and sat down.

"i know you didn't. he bumped into you, didn't he?" he asked and you nodded.

"no' wooking where i was goin'," you said, and Andy shook his head.

"nah, Logiudice is just an asshole. don't worry about him. are you hurt?" he asked, and it was only them that you registered the throbbing in your back.

you uncurled and crawled out. Andy stood up and helped you stand. "back huwts." you whispered, and without thinking, Andy wrapped his arms around your body, rubbing his large and warm hands on your lower back.

"i'm sorry honey. is it just your back?" he asked, and you shook your head tears escaping. he looked at you questionably.

"'m bad girl." you said, and he shook his head.

"no. you're not a bad girl. you're a good girl." he said, and watched as you smiled small, and looked down at your feet. "you like it when i call you a good girl?" he asked and you nodded shyly.

he continued to rub your back, and smiled when you rested your head on his chest. "can i ask you something?" he asked, and you nodded.

"you don't seem like you're in the right headspace right now. what's going on?" he asked, and you tensed, but saw no way out. you unraveled, and looked him in the eyes.

"i'm wike da girl in da file." you said, and he tilted his head in confusion.

"what do you mean? you've pushed someone down the stairs?" he asked but you shook your head, and pulled the file that Andy had set and reorganized on the table. you opened it up, and pointed to one of the lines of the police report.

"[redacted] was age regressed at the time of the incident." he read, and suddenly, everything clicked in his head. it all made sense. the baby bottles, the paci's. how sensitive you were, and why he found you curled up under the desk.

"oh, baby." he said, and hugged you to his chest. "it'll be okay. i'll take care of you."

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Unthinkable - Chapter 4

Summary: Seven years, three movies, two people, one story. But before they can get their happily ever after, Sebastian Stan and Camille Solis must learn to trust in each other and in themselves, before allowing the unthinkable to happen.

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Language, Angst, Mental Health, WOC lead character

Rating: NC-17

Word count: 5900 +

Note: Decided to do some edits on this old story! I’ll start posting the updated chapters on here!

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Chapter 4 Happy Birthday!

Friday August 13th, 2010 (Manchester, UK)

"Give me your damn champagne glass woman." Hayley Atwell ordered Camille, the bottle of Lasseaux & Fils Blanc de Blancs in her hand. "C'mon, c'mon hand it over darling." her British accent more prominent the more she drank.

Giggling Camille handed her the almost empty glass over the kitchen counter. "Remind me to thank Liz for this."

"I'll do it myself. The woman has lovely and expensive taste." she answered looking admirably at the champagne. Pouting she realized the bottle was almost empty. "Maybe we should open the second bottle? I'm sure Sebby wouldn’t mind." handing Camille the full glass.

Sipping, Camille mused. "Liz would know we opened it without him. That woman has eyes everywhere." her own eyes growing huge at the thought. She giggled again. Not only was the champagne expensive, it also made it easier for her to get drunk.

It had been a whole day since her fight/break-up with David. After crying in Sebastian's arms the night before, she woke up determined to not sit and mope. Sebastian had only left her apartment after Camille insisted she was fine and that they both needed sleep. Especially him, since he had to go back on set. Camille knew she’d scared him with the panic attack. She wished she had been able to control it, so he didn’t have to see it, but was also thankful he had been there.

"Oh c'mon just a small sip." Hayley pushed with a wink.

After Sebastian had left, Camille had fallen asleep on the couch only to be woken up an hour later by the buzzing of her phone, a missed call from Liz. Camille had called her back. She wanted the details of the 'romantic trip' with David. "Entertain me with the graphic details. While I wait on my flight." Liz pleaded.

After debating with herself, Camille realized she couldn’t hide it. Liz was one of her closest friends. Once she had finished, she let out a long breath, hands shaking. Liz had reacted, just how Camille expected. She was furious and threaten to find him once she landed back in LA. (Which is where she was headed to for business). After hanging up the phone, Camille had gone out for a quick run and when she came back, a basket with two bottles of champagne and two cards by her front door.

One card read: "Happy Birthday Sebby! I told you I would find out! Xoxo, your love Liz"

Camille giggled at the card. Liz was in a committed relationship and had been for the past 10 years. Camille knew Liz loved her partner Elise. But Liz fallen in love with Sebastian the moment she laid eyes on him.

"It doesn't matter if you’re gay or straight- when you see a beautiful human being like Sebastian Stan what's a girl to do?” Liz explained.

“That little shit!” Camille thought to herself. It was Sebastian’s birthday and he hadn’t told anyone!

The second card read: “Fuck him. Go out and drink up. Lots of love, Liz:"

Only Liz would send expensive bottle of champagnes to cheer her up. And only Liz would call back up to check up on her. Camille hadn't even made it inside the apartment with the basket when her phone started vibrating with messages from Hayley Atwill (yes, the actress) asking what her plans were for the day. Once they figured out the logistics, they decided to meet up and go shopping for Sebastian's birthday present, and for club/party dresses. Hayley had managed to get Chris, Dominic, Derek and Sebastian to go out later that night.

It was 5:30pm on a Friday afternoon, Hayley and Camille were getting ready for the evening, as they worked on finishing the bottle of champagne. Camille couldn't remember the last time she gone out to a club. She was a homebody, but here she was drinking champagne, trying to decide what eyeshadow would look good with the dress she bought on impulse. Obviously she wasn’t thinking straight. Then again, maybe it was exactly what she needed. A good distraction from her troubles.

Blinking out of her thoughts Camille frowned. "I still can't believe he didn't tell anyone today was his birthday." Obviously referring to Sebastian.

Hayley shrugged. "He’s so quiet half of the time, I'm not surprise.” giggling she added. "But I'm glad Liz found out. I texted Chris after you told me, and they quickly got him a cake on set and sang 'Happy Birthday'."

Camille tossed her head back and laughed. "Oh my god. He is going to kill you."

"Well don't tell him it was me who spilled the beans!"

Camille pretended to zip her lips up, giggling. Okay, so the champagne was hitting her now.

Hayley snorted back her laughter as they heard a light tap on the front door. Hayley quickly got up from the bar stool. "Hmm, I bet you that's him." pointing a finger at Camille with a playful glare. "Mum's the word!" Not waiting for Camille to respond, Hayley walked toward the door and opened it. Grinning from ear to ear, Hayley grabbed Sebastian's hand and pulled him inside. "Sebastian!!" wrapping him in a bear hug.

Camille’s breath caught in her throat at the sight of him. Liz was right, how could you not stare? He was tall, lean and muscular, a jaw that could probably cut glass. And smoldering eyes that made her stomach tighten whenever he looked at her.

Damn.

She needed to put the champagne down. It was obviously messing with her head. She didn’t want to do something she would end up regretting later. But would it really be a regret? A tiny voice countered.

Once they broke the embrace, Sebastian narrowed his eyes between Camille and Hayley. "Hey..."

Hayley cupped his chin in one hand. "Happy birthday darling!" she glanced over at Camille. "Isn't this face adorable?"

“Adorable.” Camille agreed with a nod.

Sebastian's eyes widen. "You're the one that told everyone on set!" he accused.

Hayley faked a shock look. "What are you talking about?" letting go of his face.

Camille quietly sat on the stool, sipping the bubbly, watching things unfold. Obviously the champagne had not only affected her, but Hayley. Was it her-or was the living room getting hotter?

"Hmm, hmm." was all he said, turning to look over at Camille. "This was your emergency?"

Camille blinked in surprise, opening and shutting her mouth. "I never said it was an emergency!"

“Your text said to come up quick.”

“Yes, you’re right. I did say that…” giving him a sheepish smile. “I just wanted you to stop by after filming-and here you are!” Taking another sip out of her glass.

"Wait...." Sebastian started, looking around the small kitchen counter. "Are you guys drunk?" Picking up the now empty bottle of champagne. "Holy shit- this stuff is not cheap." he muttered under his breath.

"Thank your girlfriend Liz for it." Camille stated, sipping on more of her bubbly. It was really was delicious.

"Liz?"

"Yes darling, how do you think your birthday was brought to our attention?" Hayley stated.

He frowned and furrowed his eyebrows at the both of them.

Camille finally got up from her stool, the now empty glass on the counter. "Don't be upset with her. She was just trying to do something nice. You know how much she loves you." Making her way toward the fridge. “Don’t get mad at us either-.” Camille stated, opening the refrigerator.” Sebastian opened his mouth ready to protest at the same time Camille placed the small round cake under his nose. It had red whipped frosting, and the words "Happy Birthday Sebastian!"

“Camille-.”

Wiggling her eyebrows “It’s chocolate.” She added, looking up at him through her eyelashes. "C'mon Stan." she pushed.

"We promise we won't sing Happy Birthday." Hayley piped in. Still sipping on her champagne, watching the interaction between both of her friends. "We can just open the other bottle of champagne."

"Hayles!" Camille exclaimed, placing the cake on the counter.

"What? You we're thinking it too." she said defensively.

"What the hell are you two talking about?"

Hayley grabbed the second bottle and placed it next to the small cake. Sebastian grabbed the card that had been attached to the bottle and snorted back his laughter. "God damn it Liz." He looked between them and the cake. "No more talk of my birthday for the rest of the night?" he bargained.

Camille pouted. "Promise."

"This outing is supposed to be about Cam anyway not your birthday." Hayley reminded.

"Thanks sweetheart." Sebastian said sarcastically, then glanced back at Camille with a tiny smile. "Let's cut this cake then."

Camille bounced on the balls of feet happily, eyes wide. "Oh wait! Before we do that. I got you something." Without another word, she disappeared into her room. A few moments later Camille walked back out with a small box in her hand. "Happy Birthday." She stated, her cheeks warm.

Sebastian cleared his throat. "Cam-you didn't have to get me anything."

"I know. But I saw it and it reminded me of you." she turned to look at the cake. "I'll cut the cake."

"And I will open the bubbly!" Hayley said happily.

He sat next to Hayley, unwrapping his gift. Elbowing her, he teased. "Where's your gift?"

Hayley smiled smugly and poured him a glass of champagne. "Oh darling, trust me. My gift is going to blow your mind later on tonight. "

Sebastian wrinkled his forehead in confusion, but continued to unwrap the gift. "Oh wow! Thanks Camille." Sebastian said after a moments, taking out the Fossil Stainless Steel Black Watch from its package. Standing up, he walked toward her and brought his strong arms around her, giving her a squeeze.

Camille closed her eyes, relaxing against him. He smelled amazing. He broke the embrace first, and a tiny twinge of disappointment hit her stomach. She felt Hayley’s gaze on them, and Camille shifted awkwardly, but spoke anyway. "Now he doesn’t have to ask me for the time.”

Hayley eyes danced with amusement "It does get annoying doesn’t it?"

"Has anyone ever told you, you're a mean drunk?"

"I'm not drunk you arsehole." Hayley muttered. "We might be a bit-bit tipsy?" Looking over at Camille for affirmation that she had used the correct American slang. Camille only nodded, taking a big gulp of from her glass.

They were definitely past the tipsy phase and moving into the drunk phase. But it was too late to back out now. They were committed.

Sebastian snorted back his laugh and said instead. "Dominic said he would have the car here around 9:30. Are you both going to be ready by then? I don't want to come back find the both of you passed out." Sebastian teased, sitting down and taking a small bite of his cake.

"It not even 6 yet. We got plenty of time to get ready." Camille assured, but looked at him curiously. "Someone is cranky pants this afternoon. Not a good filming day?"

"Not bad, just had to do that harness scene about 20 times, so my arms are sore." he mumbled.

"Where you all have to jump on the train?" Hayley asked.

"That's the one." he shrugged. "Nothing that a hot shower can't fix though." A small smile tugging on his face and getting up from the stool, but not before taking the last bite of cake. “Thanks for the cake and the gift." He glanced between them. "I’ll see you later. Leave me some cake for me later.” Camille bit her lower lip to keep from laughing as he dipped down to give Hayley a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

Hayley swatted him away, making faces. Sebastian chuckled. "You know I love you Hayles. I'll see you both in a few hours."

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Sebastian heard the giggling before the door even opened. "Coming!" Camille called out.

The door swung open and Camille stood in front of him in a short pink bathrobe, showing off her long tone legs. Her usually curly hair was pulled into a side braid, exposing the other side of her neck. He swallowed and licked his lips, trying his best to not stare.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, stepping to the side to let him in. "It's not 9:30 yet." Closing the door.

Sebastian cleared his throat. "I just wanted to make sure you two hadn’t passed out."

“Ha-ha.” She mocked.

He didn’t respond, instead his ears adjusted to the music playing in the apartment. "Are you listening to-to the Spice Girls?" His laughter bubbling over.

"You laugh, but the Spice Girls were ahead of their time." Hayley said seriously, walking out of Camille's bedroom, a make-up brush in her hand, hair made up, also in a bathrobe.

He chuckled and shook his head. "Whatever you say."

"You didn't come to check if we were passed out. You came here looking for more cake." Camille accused with a knowing smile.

Sebastian sat on the stool, facing the direction of both women. "Guilty.”

"There's plenty left." Hayley answered. "Now the champagne on the other hand ..." wiggling her eyebrows and make-up brush as she trotted back into Camille's bedroom.

"You drank both bottles?" Sebastian called after her.

Oh, this was going to be a fun night, especially if both of them were drunk already. Then again-maybe he should tell Camille to slow it down. But quickly thought against it. No one told Camille what to do. But it didn’t stop him from worrying. Seeing how upset she was the night before did not help. But Sebastian also knew moping around about that asshole was not good either. He felt a surge of rage hit the pit of his stomach as he thought about David.

"Nooo." Camille spouted, blinking him out of his thoughts. "We drank about half. We couldn't hold the glass and do our nails at the same time." wiggling her painted fingernails at him. "See!" Showing off the red nail polish.

Damn.

Sometimes she was too adorable for her own good. His eyes fell back on her face, she was wearing a dark shade of eye shadow that brought out the hint of gray in her eyes. In fact Camille’s face was fully done. Eye shadow, eyelashes, cheeks and lips. The dark lipstick was something he never seen her wear before, and it looked amazing. Camille was a beautiful woman, he would have to be blind to not noticed, but tonight? Tonight she looked fucking stunning.

"We left you some bubbly." Camille said breaking him out of his thoughts again. He looked back up and took the glass she handed him. "To your birthday!" clinging their glasses together.

He frowned slightly. "You promised-"

She waved her hand nonchalantly. "This is the last time. Swear.” Standing on the other side of the counter. "It’s just us now.” leaning in, elbows on the counter.

His stomach fluttered and his eyes shut for a few seconds, when he got a whiff of the shea butter. He would never be able to not think of her when he smelled that scent. His gaze moved from her face to her neck, to the expose skin behind the robe. Unable to stop from wondering if she was fully naked underneath it.

"Eyes are up here." Camille teased, straightening up.

Sebastian felt his face flush, knowing he gotten caught. "Sorry." Camille didn't seem bothered by it, but did smirk. He cleared his throat deciding to change the subject. "I'm not trying to kill your buzz, but… how are you doing?”

Her smirk disappeared. "Trying not to obsess over it. Because the moment I do, I'll end up in a corner-crying-.as you witnessed last night." Laughing nervously. "Thanks…again.” she whispered.

"Of course." Sebastian answered without hesitation. "I’m not going anywhere- Baby doll." Knowing how much she hated the nickname.

Camille glared. "You always know how to ruin a moment."

Before he had the chance to response, Hayley’s voice echoed through the room. "Please keep your gasp and applauses to yourself."

Sebastian and Camille turned in the direction of the voice. Hayley walked out, dressed in a short sexy stitching black lace dress, showing some cleavage, and red pumps. "Shit.” Sebastian thought to himself.

Camille let out a small whistle. "You look amazing!"

Hayley grinned widely. "Thanks love." She looked over at Sebastian. "Well?" she teased placing a hand on her hip.

Sebastian shook his head in disbelief, looking her up and down. "You-you look hot."

"Good answer." she joked. Looking back at Camille. "You're turn."

Without another word, she quickly made her way to the bedroom.

Once she was out of sight, Sebastian took a bite from the slice of cake. Camille was right, it was good.

"You’re not going to share are you?”

"No.” He answered with a mouthful of cake and a wink. "How much have you’ve had to drink?”

"We're big girls. We can handle our liquor." Hayley said. "Besides you heard Cam, we stopped to do our nails."

Sebastian snorted. "Someone is going to end up passed out in the back of the car."

"Hayles?" they both heard Camille call out. "Can you make sure my clutch is out there?"

Sebastian reached for another spoonful of cake, bringing it up to his face, but completely missing his mouth when his eyes landed on Camille a few feet away.

“You missed your mouth there.” Hayley giggled.

“Huh?” he said dumbfound, looking down at the food on his lap. “Shit!” he hissed, grabbing a napkin and wiping off his pants. He heard Hayley snicker next to him.

He jerked his head up to say something sarcastically, but stopped, catching Camille from the corner of his eye, his attention fully on her now. She was dressed in a see-through stripe-spliced light fuchsia color V-neck dress. It hugged every perfect curve she had. It fit her like a glove. He swallowed, but his mouth dry all of a sudden. His gazed linger down to those tone legs, before they landed on her feet. She wore a pair of royal blue strappy heels.

Shit.

Sebastian had never been a foot guy-until now.

"I told you my gift was going to blow your mind." Hayley whispered next to him. He jerked his attention away from Camille. "Well... okay I helped pick out the dress." she corrected herself, with a knowing smile, staring at him. "You got a little drool there." she teased, pointing to his chin.

Sebastian swatted her hand away. "Ha-ha.” His attention back to Camille, heart thumping in his chest.

What the hell was happening?

"There it is!" Camille exclaimed, oblivious to Sebastian's gawking.

He couldn't seem to look away. She was magnetic pull. A fucking sexy magnetic pull that he needed to around. Sebastian swallowed his moan when she leaned over the back of the couch to grab her clutch. Her ass looked perfect in the dress. He blinked and forced himself to look away when she turned to face them. Stop Sebastian. Camille is your friend.

"See! Got ready before 9:30!" Camille reported, her eyes still holding that glazed look due to the champagne. "I even have 5 minutes to spare."

"I think that's the last thing on Sebby's mind at the moment." she said under her breath. Then cleared her throat to add. "You look fucking hot.”

Buzz! Buzz!

"Oh! That's Evans!” Hayley exclaimed, reading her messages. She quickly stood up, with a slight frown. “I’ll meet you by the car. I have to go stop Chris before he wears that red belt. We’re going dancing for godsake!” Without waiting for a response, she left.

“He does love that belt.” Camille said with a small smile, meeting Sebastian’s gaze. Her smile faltering a bit. He must look like a deer in headlights. "You haven't said anything." she observed in an unsure voice. "Is the outfit too much?"

Sebastian finally found his voice. "No!" Camille looked startled at his reaction. "What I mean-it’s uh…not too much.” He stuttered, face warm.

The smile returned to her face. “You sure?”

“Y-yes…” he stammered, unable to stop himself from looking her up and down. Licking and biting his bottom lip nervously he spoke again. "Yes. I’m sure.” Well- he sounded stupid. He couldn't formulate sentences at the moment. "You... you look…hot-I mean beautiful.”

Camille laughed nervously and teased. "How much have you had to drink?"

“I’m sober Camille.” He stated in a serious tone, his brain finally catching up with his mouth. "You’re beautiful. You look gorgeous." Locking eyes with her. She opened her mouth as if she going to respond, but shut it again.

How could anyone cheat on this beautiful woman?

Sebastian held his breath, as she took a step closer. His jaw twitched, but he didn’t move. Waiting for her to take the lead. She tilted her head slightly as if deciding what to do next.

After a few more seconds of silence, Camille smiled, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. Her lips lingering longer than he expected. "Well- thanks for the compliment Ojos Azules. You don't look so bad yourself." She whispered, her eyes searching his face. Sebastian didn’t know how to answer, he continued to stare.

She blinked first and hesitantly took a step back. “We should probably go downstairs. We don’t want to be left behind.”

*****

Manchester, UK August 2010

Later on that night...

Smirking to herself Camille leaned against the bar counter watching Chris and Hayley out on the dance floor. They hadn’t left each all night, and Camille wondered if there was more going on than just friendship. They also weren’t sober, so maybe it was just the alcohol. The dance floor was packed but no one seemed to pay them any attention. Thank god for Dominic and his connections. She had a feeling he picked his place for the anonymity.

Someone tapped on her shoulder. "Here's your drink love."

Camille turned and leaned into the bar, smiling at the bartender. "Thanks!" she yelled over the loud music.

"Tab?"

Before she had the chance to answer, a voice behind her spoke up first: "I got it Greg." The bartender nodded turning to the rest of his customers.

Sipping on her cocktail, Camille slowly turned around, coming face to face with a man she never seen before. Maybe it was the alcohol, but he looked cute. He had dark curls and glasses. Not really her type, but really- what was her type now?

"Thanks, but you didn't have to do that."

The stranger grinned leaning in closer. She could smell the alcohol and weed on him. Camille was stuck between the bar counter and him now. Well, he was aggressive.

His eyes leered at her body. Shifting uncomfortably, Camille started to feel self-conscious. Truth be told she was not used to all this attention. He hadn’t been the first one to hit on her. It had to be the dress.

She wasn’t looking for a hook up, all she wanted was to spend some time with her friends, dance and drink and keep her mind off her personal life.

"I don't mind." said the stranger, the grin on his face changing to more of a predator look.

The buzz she had going, quickly fading, the closer he got. To break his gaze, Camille took another sip of her drink. It wasn’t possible for him to get any closer right?

"Well...thanks...um..?"

"Ben." he supplied.

"Right...Ben. Thanks." Taking a longer swig of her drink, to get the buzz back, and not start to feel the anxiety he caused due to his proximity.

Did all men think they had a right to a woman after they bought them a drink? Had it always been like this? Did the engagement ring keep the creeps away? Maybe she should have worn it. Glancing over Ben's shoulder, he no longer spotted Chris and Hayley. Fuck.

"Has anyone mentioned how sexy that dress looks on you?" Ben yelled over the loud music.

Camille jerked her attention back to creep, trying her best to smile. Now that she looked closer, he wasn't so cute. “Thanks?"

Wishing she saw spotted her friends. Technically they hadn’t deserted her. Derek had gone to the bathroom and Sebastian had gone out to smoke a cigarette. They had offered switch off, so she wouldn’t be left alone, but she had insisted she would be okay. Camille regretted that decision now.

"Who are you looking for darling?" Ben yelled again, a look of annoyance in his eyes, obviously insulted Camille hadn’t thrown herself at him.

Camille looked over his shoulder, and Ben followed her gaze. She took the opportunity to move away between him and the counter. Unfortunately she wasn’t quick enough, because he jerked his attention back at her. Feeling behind her, Camille gripped on the barstool, and sat down. It was better than being sandwiched between him and counter.

"Do you live nearby?"

Wow. This dude has some gulls. He bought her one drink! And even if he had gotten her 10 drinks, it didn’t give him the right into her personal space.

"What's your name darling?" he pushed.

Camille met his eyes for a split second with a look of disgust. Her shoulders relaxing a bit when she caught a glimpse of Sebastian from the corner of her eye. He hadn’t spotted her yet, and Camille hoped she could reach him telepathically to let him know she needed help. They finally locked eyes and he smiled. But it faded when he saw the look on her face.

"Help." she barely mouthed. Ben hadn’t seemed to notice, he was too busy leering at her body while at the same time talking about himself and how he knew the bartender and the owner of the club. Or at least that’s what it sounded like he was talking about.

It only took a few seconds for Sebastian to realize she wasn’t alone. Taking his hands out of his pockets, he walked faster toward her. If she wasn’t so freaked out, she would have laughed when Sebastian pushed Ben slightly so he could stand next to Camille.

"Hey lad! Watch where you're going!" exclaimed Ben in displeasure.

Sebastian ignored him, wrapping one arm protectively around Camille's shoulder. Camille’s body warmed up at his touch. Feeling safe to stand up. As soon as she did, Sebastian moved his arm down to her waist, pulling her close to his hard body. Goosebumps rose to her skin when his fingers gently rubbed small circles on her hip bone. Camille instinctively tangled her fingers to the hand wrapped around her. He squeezed her hand in reassurance.

"There you are baby doll." Emphasizing the word. Camille squeezed his hand tighter at his words. God damn it Sebastian. Making any remarks would blow whatever little charade this was. Sebastian smiled sweetly down at her, his eyes also a glazed from all the beer and alcohol. He continued. "I've been looking everywhere for you."

Camille raised an eyebrow. Not sure where he was going with this. Leaning his face close to her, he tilted her chin up with his free hand.

Were his eyes really that blue? Was that a small freckle on his chin? Breaking out of her thoughts, her eyes widen.

What are you doing? Camille asked silently.

Before she had the chance to figure it out, Sebastian brushed his lips softly against hers. It was only for a few seconds, but it was enough. He broke the kiss first and gave her a small smile before pressing his lips together. Camille’s heart thumped loudly within her chest even with the loud bass of the music.

What was that? She wanted to ask out loud, but at the moment her voice was nowhere to be found. They only continued to stare at each other.

"You didn't tell me you were here with someone?" Ben’s annoying voice asked.

Sebastian and Camille broke from their trance, remembering why he kissed her. His lips felt soft. But were they? It hadn’t only been a mere seconds. Was there a hint of mint? She felt hot, and it wasn’t because of the club.

Stop.

It was the alcohol, and cocktails, and the creepy dude standing in front of him that made Sebastian kiss her.

"You probably didn't give her the chance." Sebastian snapped, waving the bartender over to them. He ordered himself a beer and Camille another cocktail. The bartender was quick with the drinks. “Here babe.” Sebastian said, handing Camille her drink. His arm still securely wrapped around her.

Smiling shyly Camille took the glass out of his hand. "Thanks." she murmured.

"Is this your boyfriend?" Ben pushed.

Shutting her eyes for a split second, she sipped on her drink, trying to refocus her attention to the present.

Why was he still there? Opening her eyes she glanced back up at Sebastian. His jaw was clinched tightly in anger. Camille didn’t want to turn this into a bigger deal than it was. All she wanted was for this loser to leave her alone.

Taking one last final swig of her cocktail for courage, she spoke up. "Actually..." she started. Sebastian waited expectantly on her answer. "He’s...my husband." she finished quickly, giving Sebastian a look. Go with it.

"Your husband?" Looking down at Camille's left hand. "Where's your wedding band?"

He was an observant little snot wasn't he?

"Not that it's any of your business mate, but it's getting resized and I'm adding another diamond after the birth of our daughter." Sebastian added without missing a beat.

Camille stifled her giggles. Sebastian squinted his eyes, as if saying. Do not ruin this.

"D-daughter?"

"Yes!" Camille piped in, giving Sebastian dreamy eyes. "Did you really add another diamond sweetie?"

Sebastian pressed his lips together to keep from laughing. "Of course honey. That way each kid has a diamond on your wedding band." Bringing the empty glass up to her lips to keep from bursting out in laughter.

Damn. Now they were just fucking around. Who could outdo who in this little charade?

"There is more than one kid?" Ben stuttered.

Placing the empty glass on the bar counter, she answered excitedly. "Mhmm yea! Our beautiful Delilah makes 5!"

That was it for Sebastian, he dropped his arm from around her waist and brought it to his mouth pretending to cough, when in reality he wanted to cackle. Camille elbowed him. Clearing his throat, he brought the beer up to his lips and chugged it.

"We've always wanted a big family. Isn't that right sweetcakes?"

Sebastian glared, because he knew she was trying to make him laugh first. Camille turned and caught the bartender’s eye, asking for a refill. This was fun now. How far could they go? The more alcohol they consumed the more ridiculous this story was bound to be. Camille handed Sebastian another beer as she took another drink herself.

"Five kids?! You're fucking with me.”

"I started young."

"We didn't want to waste any time." Sebastian added. "Show him the C-sections scars honey." he said with a straight face.

That was enough. Ben didn't bother to say another word, he turned on his heels. Once he was out of sight, Camille tossed her head back laughing. "Oh my god!" she managed to breath out. "Show him my scars? Really?!" she said through fits of giggles, pressing her face into his bicep to keep it in the laughter, but it was hard.

"It worked didn't it?"

"Yes." Camille giggled, lifting her head back up. "Oh my god." holding her stomach. "I can't stop laughing." A hand on her mouth, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"You-you were the one that said we had 5!" he said through his own laughter. "Delilah? Really?"

"I had that 'Hey There Delilah' song stuck in my head earlier."

They laughed for a few more moments but finally caught their breaths. Sebastian spoke first. "Where the hell is Derek?”

Camille wrinkled her nose, when she remembered what caused the laughter in the first place.

"I’m sorry-.” Sebastian started as if reading her thoughts.

"I know Seb." she interrupted. "Thank you for showing up when you did." placing a hand to his chest. "I'm not used to being hit on like that." she paused.

Reaching for the hand on his chest, he squeezed gently. Camille ignored the shiver that ran through her at his touch. "Men are assholes."

Camille didn’t argue, but wasn’t sure what else to say. She heard the music tempo change. "Wanna dance?” she asked instead, her hand still on his chest. He opened his mouth to protest but Camille was already tugging them toward the dance floor. Her alcohol buzz was coming back, and all she wanted was to be close to him, have his hands on her waist again. Maybe those lips pressed to hers again.

Maybe.

His hand slipped in hers, fingertips skimming down her palm before they curled around hers. Looking over her shoulder she smiled at him. His usual blue arises a shade darker and fully dilated, following her.

Finally on the dance floor, the bass thumped heavily, the crowd seeming to move as one and Camille eyes widen in surprise when he turned and pulled her close. Camille’s stomach fluttered at the sudden turn of events. She reached for his hands and guided them to her hips, guiding them against his, she swallowed whatever lump was in her throat, eyes only on him.

Fuck, they were hitting dangerous territory. They flirted here and there, but this was different.

Rolling her hips into his she found the right rhythm, he followed. She snaked her arms around his neck, feeling the heat of his body.

The crowd around them shifted and moved, nudging them closer until Camille's chest was pressed into Sebastian's, his mouth mere centimeters away from hers. He smiled smugly, and she raised her eyebrows at him in a challenge. He didn’t say anything as his hands worked up her back. Camille's eyes held his, grinding harder against him, watching his eyelids flutter as he tugged his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Camille..." Sebastian growled his eyes intense and wanting.

"Yeah Sebastian?" she murmured.

"What are you tryin to do huh?" he breathed against her ear, his tone teasing.

Camille whispered innocently. "I'm not doing anything.” Their bodies still pressed against each other. She could have sworn she heard him groan. “I’ am trying to figure out why you felt the need to kiss me." she mused.

"It was a small kiss." Sebastian retorted. "You needed a way out and that was the first thing that popped into my head."

She licked her lips. "Mmmkay." Gasping when his hands moved to the small of her back, pressing her even closer to him. Was it just her imagination or did her thigh just touch a part of Sebastian she never thought she would come in contact with?

"Mmmkay what?" Sebastian repeated. “You don’t believe me?”

"N-nothing." she uttered.

“You sure there isn’t anything else you want to say?” he pushed. Looking closely at her, his eyes searching her face for some sort of answer to whatever it was they were doing at that moment.

“No.” she whispered.

They moved to the music, gaze never breaking. “Should I have not kissed you?" She opened and shut her mouth, not knowing how to respond. “Or should I have kissed you longer?” He challenged.

They had been so consumed in each other, they hadn’t realized the music had stopped playing and the DJ was talking over the speakers. People started to move off the dance floor. “

“There you are!” Camille heard Hayley call out. It was dark enough that no one could really see they had been embracing. “We were getting worried!”

Chapter 5 Pulling Me Back

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[awkwardgruel]

My love for you

Henlo! This is my first own english fanfic here. I know it is not that good but it was a 5 a.m. idea :D Please give me some feedback ♡

Starring: Loki! x Fem!Reader

Summary: You kind of fail on a mission and Loki saves you

Word count: 1.318

Trigger: blood, angst, rage, mention of rape, F getting called dove and bitch.

Your mission was clear: Find and reclaim the Tesseract. Your own secret goal was to find Loki who was of course with the Tesseract. A baron in Europe had informations and you were the one to get them out of him. Well, first they wanted Natasha Romanow to go but she was busy searching for Hawkeye. Of course there were other woman in the Team but at least you knew most languages and were taught in assassinating. Your plan was to lure the baron into his private rooms without guards so you could bribe him. The best time to do this was during a banquet he occasionally held. You said good bye to the others which wished you good luck as you left.

You wore a noble emerald green dress with lots of jewelry on your body and hair. This would give you much attention which was good and bad at the same time. You had no choice but leaving all your weapons behind. You were glad to be a witch who could control fire so at least you could escape if necessary. As you arrived the feast was already on a high peak. People drank, danced and talked in a cloud of noise. You took a glass of champagne and mingled yourself into the crowd. As it got late you grasped a good chance to talk to the slightly drunk baron and managed to get into his closer cirkle. You enticed him and whispered sweet lies into his ears. He fell for your seduction and declared to retreat into his chambers now. With you of course. As you both walked down a hallway lead by guards you heard a shuffle and turned around. Nobody was there but you felt watched. The baron opened the doors to his private room and lead you inside. He shooed the guards away, closed the doors and went to his liquor cabinet. He poured you both a drink and handed it to you. "So tell me my beautiful dove what shall we do?" he said with a raspy voice and came closer. "Oh I heard you own a beautiful blue stone and I am tempted to see such a rarity" you answered with a lovely smile and stroked his arm. "Oh my lady. I am sorry to disapoint you but said stone is not in my treasure anymore. It vanished with that damn prince of Asgard" he grumbled and pulled his arm away. "Damn that was too risky" you thought. "I have to get back into the big hall to ask some of the other nobles" you noticed and put down the drink. "My dear baron would you excuse me? I would like to refresh my makeup befor we continue this right here" you said and turned away.

Suddenly the baron grabbed your arm und pulled you closer to him. He pressed you against his desk and you felt a sharp pain in your stomach. You looked down and saw a ornamented knive stuck in your lower half. The baron pulled your chin up and stared into your eyes. "Well dove too bad you won't need any makeup any time now. You really think I am this stupid? I know bitches like you" he laughted and pressed the knive a bit deeper into you. Your lips felt glued together as suddenly the shattering of glass broke the silence. You both turned your heads towards the window on the right. Loki stood there with a golden scepter holding a blue stone. The baron pulled his knive out of your body which sends you down onto the floor. You coughted and felt a shiver. You looked down on you again and saw blood pooling onto the carped. You pressed your hands against the wound but the blood found its way through your fingers. You felt a cold wave rushing through your body.

Suddenly the baron laid next to you and stared with his eyes wide open. He wasn't blinking nor moving. Was he dead? You couldn't really think straight and felt weariness overcomming you. You heard Loki's voice calling your name but it sounded like there were walls between you. Eventually you fell into a deep slumber and found yourself in a dark room. A blue wisp appeared right infront of you and felt a tingeling sensation as it merged into your heart. You noticed a blue silhouette next to you and it felt familiar. A vision appeared where the wisp was befor and it was like a little movie screen. On the screen was you as a young girl. It was a memory. The hateful looks of your parents and two sisters. The disgusted faces of the other people in the village. You even felt the sorrow when the screen showed the day when your parents threw you out of the house. Or when some villagers had beaten you up. You also felt the satisfaction that you felt when you saw the burning village. You could smell the burning flesh and hear the devastated screams after you had burned everything to the ground. The memory continued to the time where you wandered around lost and hungry and when a wizard found you. You saw how he taught you how to control your power over the fire and how he demanded your body in the night as a compensation for his training. You saw how you made your way into the new world and how you worked for evil men. It showed the day where you were supposed to kill Bucky Barnes but got stopped by Captain America only to become part of S.H.I.E.L.D.. The memorys showed pictures of better times where you had fun and felt loved. They showed the day when Loki arrived and helped the good side. You saw his smile, his eyes and felt love inside you. This love was torn away by fear and confusion as the memory showed when Loki got the Tesseract and disappeared. Eventually the memories stopped and the room went dark again. You stood there for a long time.

Meanwhile:

Loki had finally found a way up to the window where you and the baron were. He didn't hesitate and broke into the room. He saw you pressed against the table with a sharp knive in your stomach and your face getting pale. He attacked the baron which pulled the knive out to defend himself. He was no match to Loki and easily killed. Worried he called your name and kneeled down next to you. He pulled your hands away to see the wound and pressed them back onto it again as it was oozing out blood. He picked you up and carefully brought you inside his stolen plane. He had no choice but expand your mind with his scepter to keep you stable and as he did he could see all your core memories flashing by. He felt your feelings and every sensation locked to the memories. When he saw himself in your mind he was confused and when he felt your love for him he moved away from you and left. He forced a doctor to help you and made sure you would survive. As he sat in his private room he thought about what he had seen inside your mind. He didn't know anything about your past but he knew the pain you felt during that time. The feeling of rejection or being used for good. What was new to him were your feelings for him. He liked you too. Well he liked you more than the other S.H.H.I.E.L.D. members because you weren't into that whole "Being the hero" thing. That was why he followed you to that disgusting baron and saved you from this freak. But was it really just because he liked you? Or was it more than that?

Maybe continue?

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[amara-scott]

Enjoy your dinner.

Movie: The Gentlemen Characters: Raymond Smith x Reader Categories: Teasing

you’re reading part one | part two

Takes place a few weeks before the movie timeline.

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3rd Person P.O.V.:

Her father knew very well that she did not enjoy these kinds of events. Richlings bragging about their richness to other fat cats. Not to mention the young ones. The ones her age, who did not have to flip a coin to get any of the wealth their parents owned. Dirty or good money, does not matter. It is more dirty than anything else though. And she knew that also. Another reason for her to usually not stay longer than needed.

It has been a while since her father has last asked her to join him and her mother to a dinner party. It was way more just a synonym for let’s see who will embarrass themselves first by drinking too much of the way too expensive bottle of rum. Long translation - but a hundred percent correct. 

And even though she loathed going, she always used the opportunity to make the largest impact possible without trying to say a word. She loved the longing stares and the surprised ones every time she did indeed attend alongside her parents. Today it was just her father though. Her mother was out in Paris, probably spending all the pocket money her loving husband gave her. At least their love for each other seemed honest.

(Y/N) P.O.V.:

When I walk down the stairs to stop in front of a mirror in my hallway, I hear another honk of the limousine waiting outside. I sigh, grabbing a light coat and throwing that over my arm, holding a small clutch in my hand. After locking the door behind me, I greet Mitch with a smile.

“ ’Ello Miss (Y/L/N), hope you are doing well today.” I hold back a roll of my eyes, long forgotten how many times I made him call me by my first name. If I had to guess, probably around 64 times. He doesn’t work for me, he works for my father and my father alone. 

“Very well indeed, how about you, Mitch?” He smiles, about to answer, when a voice from inside the car calls out.

“-You can chat on the way there, we’re late as it is.” Now I do roll my eyes at my fathers words and send Mitch another small smile. He nods, closing the door when I’m in, going back to the drivers seat.

“Wow, darlin’, you look lovely tonight.” I greet him with a kiss to each cheek and buckle up.

“Thank you, is that a new suit? I’ve never seen you wear burgundy red.” He nods, smoothing out the fabric. 

“It is, it is. You’re a smart one. I despised the colour but your mother thinks it looks expensive and high-class. And you know her- there’s no telling her no.” I chuckle along and we get a few small-talk questions out the way before we finally arrive at the mansion. Some old business partner of my father’s. I can’t keep names in mind so I usually go the shy and long time no see route. It usually works.

My father helps me step outside and Mitch rides off, picking us up later again. Before walking after my father I take a deep breath and exhale, placing a smile onto my face. Fake- but no one seemed to notice the last few times. So no worries there. Walking up the stairs, an arm wraps around mine and I glance up to my right, frowning at the sudden physical contact. James. Yes, the one person I loathed the least. Or you could say - who I actually liked a bit. I grin and bump my shoulder with his as he guides me up to the entrance.

“Hello there gorgeous lady, haven’t seen you around a lot lately.” 

“Well, can you blame me? These types of gatherings do not amuse me much. They rather support my boredom and make me want to drown in expensive alcohol. I don’t want to turn into an alcoholic.” He smirks at my statement but shakes his head. 

“You’re a special one, you know that?” I nod, sighing dramatically. I look up front, where my father is already involved with other suit-wearing snobs.

“I know- I am.” I try sounding posh, but fail miserably, making us both laugh. I still have my arm wrapped around his’ as we get offered a drink and then he is off. Talking business, making connections. A life I would not want to live. That is why James and me could never be more than friends. Even though he might wants change my mind on that one day - I would never accept his advances.

“Well, well, well. If it is not little Miss (Y/L/N) Junior. How are things going?” I turn, taking another sip of champagne as I recognise the slimy man in front of me. His eyes wandering up and down my presence. 

“Oscar- what a nice surprise-” My fake smile widens and I let him kiss my knuckles briefly - even though some of the potatoes I had for lunch earlier wanted to revisit. He must be double my age - I never thought of that. 50 at least.

“Would not be that much of a surprise to you if you would join our parties more often.” So it is his housing we are inside of right now. Good to know...

“Oh, Oscar. You know I am a busy woman. Cannot have fun all the time.” My smile starts to hurt my cheeks but I keep it up. Having held it for longer. My record is 24 minutes and 37 seconds. Yes, I know. Very impressive.

“But you never fail to make a grand entrance, what a gown on you - just lovely. Perfectly fitting for you, an extraordinary woman.” His sickly, slimy words feel like nails scratching on a chalk board but I hold back a flinch, nodding once. Not quite sure how to reply. I glance down at my drink, assumingly and very unconsciously having drank it all.

“Oh, would you look at that- I think I need a refill, it was lovely chatting-” “-Let me get you a new one.”

“No need, Oscar. I will just go myself.” 

“Oh please, I insist-”

“-Here, take mine. I don’t drink Champagne.” I turn to my right, looking at the source of the new voice. A man I have not seen before stands there - a neat three piece in dark blue, adoring his well shaped physique. His dirty blonde hair combed back to perfection. He rearranges his glasses with his free hand before it disappears in the pocket of his trousers. The other one still holding out the glass to me. I realise I held a breath and nod at him, this time smiling genuinely. 

“Thank you-” I drift off, not taking my eyes off his. A little staring contest going on. I accept the drink and take a sip. Not having blinked once. Just like him.

“-Raymond. Raymond Smith.”

“Nice to meet you, Raymond Smith. I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” 

“I know that.” I quirk an eyebrow at his answer, him staying silent though, a small smile grazing his lips. 

“Well, why don’t I give you a little tour? We have a whole new balcony on the east wing-”

“-no, thank you Oscar. I just found a way more interesting activity.” I cut him off, not taking my eyes off of Raymond Smith. I see his lips twitch but he is holding back a smirk. Which makes my smile grow. I only hear a huff and grumbling. 

I then break the eye contact, feeling rather lost now and walk past him, closely past him. My shoulder barely touching his jacket. I can feel his eyes on my back, making me sway my hips a tad more than usual. The things the right man can make you do.

I decide to sit down at an empty table and pick out some of the delicate canapés placed in the center. It looks like a mushroom tartlet and once inside my mouth I nod to myself. One thing that makes me come back to these parties is definitely the appetisers and the drinks. Lot’s of effort goes into them but no one seems to enjoy any. Either because they are busy laughing at jokes that are not funny or because they think others would judge them for eating. I learned to not care, ever, about what someone thought of me because I eat more than them. Their loss.

“Enjoying the food, I see.” I chew quickly and swallow thickly, holding a napkin to my lips as Raymond sits next to me at the round table, taking a tartlet himself. I hum.

“I do, cannot be mad about the food. I am a true gourmet, what can I say. But- you probably already knew that, did you not?” I grin at him, watching his chew and making eye contact with me once more. He chuckles, shaking his head.

“No, did not. I will note it down though.” His teasing tone sparks my interest and I wonder how far I could go. Or what he works as. Why I have never seen him before. 

“Tell me, Raymond Smith, who are you?” I turn toward him, leaning my arm on the table and tilting my head slightly, full attention on him. He wipes his hands at a napkin, eyes cast down as he seems deep in thought. Choosing his words carefully. One of the only men here who do.

“I don’t really exist. I just - like a good dinner party every now and then.” I bite my lip at his cheeky reply, trying to hold back all the things running through my mind. 

“Can I guess?” I lift my head and he nods, gesturing for me to go ahead. He leans back slightly, probably expecting the most cliché answers anyway. So I think again, observing his posture and the drifting of his eyes every now and then. Back over to the big table. A couple people sitting there. He must be here either with his wife or colleague. I shake my head at the wife, he wouldn’t be sitting here with me if he had one. 

“Well, seeing as you’re not here by yourself, you must be the right hand to someone or - maybe you are the kid of a big fish.” He smirks, nodding. One must be correct. I go with my first instinct. “-a right hand man it is.” I look back over to where he seemed to focus earlier. I do know a few of them. One being a partner to my father’s business. Another one the son of said partner. And then - no way. Micheal Pearson himself. The Micheal Pearson. Sticky bush Pearson. But Raymond would not be involved-

“-I see you figured it out.” My eyes snap back to Raymond and I close my mouth, licking my dry lips in the process. I tense up, not knowing if running would be an appropriate reaction. But then again - I never cared about appropriate behaviour that much.

“And I also see you’re taken aback.” It sounded more like a question really. But I only nod, sending him a small smile.

“It is not every day that I cross paths with true gangsters.” 

“I will take that as a compliment. And just for your information-” He leans in closer, elbows on his thighs. “-there are a few more gangsters here than you would like to care.” 

I gulp at his intense eyes, he leans back up and stands to his feet, smoothing out his suit and buttoning his jacket. 

“Well, if you would excuse me, my duties as a right hand man are needed. Have a good rest of your evening, Miss (Y/L/N). Enjoy your dinner.” 

“You too, Mister Smith.” He nods, walking off. I look after him, Mister and Misses Pearson walking off with him and exiting the building. I let out a breath I was holding and sink back into the chair. Not without being haunted by those icy blue orbs.

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Soul ties - Part 8 (Bucky Barnes au)

“No, I don't wanna know, Where you been or where you're goin'

But I know I won't be home, And you'll be on your own”

Maniac by Michael Sembello was blasting from Wanda's room as she was going through her closet,  looking for something you could wear at the party. You were tapping your feet to the beat and shaking your head softly.

"This is perfect," Wanda said as she handed  you  jean shorts and a T-shirt. Finding something in your style had been hard, but the outfit turned out really cute on you. "And before you ask, I still have your plaid shirt if you want to wear that."

Your sister knew you too well ; or maybe it was just her ability to read minds. You were pretty sure it was a mix of both. You looked at your watch : five in the afternoon were already passed and you knew Nat was supposed to arrive soon, so you went to the kitchen after changing. Actually, she was already there.

"Nat!"

"Happy birthday, girl! How do you feel about hitting thirty, huh?"

"Surprisingly good, to be honest," you answered as you hug her tight. "I'm glad you came by."

"Me too. Steve told me pretty interesting news about some guy." She wiggled her brows, making you raise yours.

"Not that interesting. Yes, he is my supposed soulmate, but I got married last week, not matter how that's turning out."

"Yeah, sorry I couldn't be there, by the way. However, if I trust Steve's words..."

"Don't? Please." You smiled, making her laugh. You really must've sounded desperate, or in denial –  or, once again, both.

"Fine. But I can't promise I'll hold back my thoughts."

"I know you won't," you joked. "Anyway, is the cake already here?" You asked Sam.

"No, Bucky's not back yet."

"Oh, alright. I thought since he left early..."

"He had stuff to do, apparently." He shrugged, showing he didn't know any more than you did. A smirk appeared on his face. "Miss him already?"

"Ugh, I hate you all."

"No, you don't!"

Everyone around you laughed and, frankly, you couldn't hold it in either. These people always had a way of making you forget about your problems, and Darren hadn't crossed your mind until now.  Hours went by and more people arrived at the compound. It wasn't supposed to be a big party, but Tony was obviously unable to resist to Peter Parker asking if he could tag along. This kid loved being around here, maybe as much as you did. Once eight hours rang, almost everyone was there, except for Bucky. You were sure he'd eventually show up, even though you  couldn't help but feel a little anxious while everyone shared champagne bottles.

"Alright, close your eyes," Sam said, dragging you out of your thoughts. He put his hands on your eyes as you giggled softly.

"What is it now, you asked?"

"Patience, lady."

You couldn't see  anything – obviously – but you soon heard voices around you singing you a happy birthday. When Sam removed his hands, your eyes took some time to adjust to the sparkling candles on the big birthday cake. More importantly, it took you a second to recognise the man carrying it. Where had his hair gone?

"Your hair," you whispered once he was close enough.

He shrugged. "C'mon, the candles will melt if you don't blow them out." His own smile quickly spread to your face as you blew out your thirty candles. Everyone applauded and Bucky started cutting it so that people could help themselves. Once seated next to him, you took a bite of your own piece and closed your eyes in delight.

"Raspberries. I love those."

"Yeah, Wanda said it was your favourite," he told you before eating a chunk of cake. "How do you like the party  so far?"

"I love it. Everyone I love is here, so I couldn't be happier, really." You didn't even think about what you were saying. Tony's champagne did that to you for sure.

"Everyone?"

"Of course, why do you ask?" You gave him a confused look  before it dawned on you. "Oh,  I know. Well if he's not here by now, I guess that means something."

"Well I'm not the one saying it. It's your night, anyway, so let's not talk about him and let you have fun." He gently poked your arm – you felt delighted, as it was him who'd  made the move this time. It felt as if he was becoming more comfortable around you : you'd noticed he'd been laughing with you a lot more frequently these last few days.

"So, why the new haircut?"

"I wanted some change. New me, old me, I guess." He took a sip of his beer.

"I like it. Can I have some?" You pointed at the bottle. He gladly handed it to you ; damn, this man did not know what one beer might do to you, especially after champagne.

Wanda spotted you from across the room and stopped walking towards you, interrupting her conversation with Scott Lang.

"I hope that's your first drink tonight," she said with a grin. "You don't want to expose your party demon now, do you?"

You chuckled at Bucky's scared eyes. "I'm taking this back," he said, taking his beer back and finishing it.

"Don't worry, Bucky. I'm fine. I'm just a little more outgoing when I drink, that is all."

A screeching sound made you turn your head : Steve had just plugged a microphone into the speakers.

"Alright, so, as you all know, tonight's Y/n's thirtieth birthday. For the occasion, I'm sure she'll gladly treat us to a speech now."

If looks could kill, Steve would've died on the spot, super soldier or not. You never had inspiration for that kind of stuff.

"C'mon guys,  she needs some encouragement," Sam chimed in.

Tony and Peter both whoo'ed  at you with huge smiles, and you had no other choice than going on that improvised stage which consisted of the space between the speakers. You took the microphone from Steve's hand and Nat handed you a beer.

"Oh my, thanks for that," you said, chuckling. "I want to thank you all for coming. You  might have known me for a while, or not, but hum...you guys are family. I couldn't be happier to celebrate thirty years on Earth with you." You raised your bottle in front of you. "To found family."

Everyone  drank to that, and you jumped as Sam placed his hand on your shoulder and started speaking in another mic.

"So many emotions there, I love to see it. Now we're not done with you. Remember that night in Brooklyn?"

"Oh no."

"Oh, yeah... we're  gonna do it. And you're gonna love it, don't you dare say otherwise."

You stared at Sam before downing your drink. He was damn right.

"Okay Scott, fire away!"

"Toniiight,  I'm gonna have myself a real good time..." Sam started singing this fabulous bop as the music soared in the air. You obviously joined him right away.

"I'm burning through the skyyyyy, yeah." You probably were not singing right, but you couldn't have cared less. Everyone around  you was singing – more like yelling – along and you finally let go of your last inhibitions.  You were singing and dancing,  pretending you were the international rock star giving a representation. For once, you saw a wide smile on Bucky's face that couldn't seem to go away, and you decided to have fun with him a little. You pointed at him and smiled as you basically jumped to the beat.

"I'm a sex machine ready to reload like an atom bomb about to oh, oh, oh,  oh exploooode!"

He couldn't help but laugh and he even started tapping his feet to the beat as well. You went back to Sam and you ended the song back to back, definitely yelling more than you were actually singing.

"See, I told you you'd love it!" he exclaimed.

You laughed out loud before handing the mic to Scott. "You have fun now, I gotta rest for a sec."

You happily got back to Wanda and Bucky as Scott and Sam were joined by Peter to keep this improvised karaoke going. Your sister was less than surprised, since this wasn't the first party she had with you. Bucky, on the other hand...

"I didn't know you could do that," he said with a grin.

"What, absolutely slay the day with a mic in my hand? Hell yeah I can, only after some drinks though."

"Yeah, I don't know if your cheeks are this red from drinks, dancing or just regular blush."

You chuckled at his laugh, even placing your hand on his shoulder while doing so. When your eyes were done squinting from all the laughs, you froze.

"Darren, I-"

"That science guy let me in."

Bruce shot you a sorry look, raising his hands in the air. "He wouldn't let me ask you for your opinion first anyway."

Damn, you hadn't realised how much everyone disliked your husband. After all, no one had ever been rude to his face, unlike his friends. Bucky turned around to face him and crossed his arms over his chest : his smile was long gone now, as if it had been only a fever dream.

"You put on quite a show there."

"Wow, so not even a 'happy birthday', huh?" You didn't even look down this time : you stared at him, no trace of a smile on your lips. "When I said you could come if you wanted to, I didn't say  that so you could come and be condescending."

"I'm not gonna wish you a happy birthday after I saw you hit on that guy in a fucking song!" he yelled, pointing at Bucky. Darren's anger was so unjustified that you would've laughed at him, hadn't you been remotely nice and equally angry at him.

Bucky didn't say a word as he slowly put Darren's hand down. You noticed he'd used his metal arm, even though you knew for a fact he was right handed and usually prioritised his dominant hand. That was quite passive-agressive ; you held back a smile.

"Do you even hear what you're saying?" Keeping your cool was not an option anymore, and you walked away from everyone. Contrary to Darren's belief, you didn't like 'putting on a show'.

"We're going home, now," he said firmly. "Your little crisis lasted long enough."

"My crisis? You've left me alone at home for days and now you expect me to come back? You're unbelievable, Darren. And you started pulling this shit before we were even engaged!"

"You never complained about this,  so why do it now?"

"Because I can't take it anymore! Is that so hard to believe? Is it hard to understand that I want to be treated the way I deserve?"

You ran a hand through your hair, looking at Darren in disbelief as the anger in his eyes just grew harder.

"You know what?" you continued. "If you have nothing better to say, I might as well just  go back to the people who really love me. As far as I'm concerned, this" — you gestured at the both of  you – "is over."

You turned around, feeling a huge confidence boost that still wasn't strong enough to overcome your disappointment.

"What's that on your back?" His voice was so low compared to seconds earlier that you looked back at him.

"What?"

He walked up to you fast, but too slowly not to be noticed by Steve and Bucky, who'd been watching the scene carefully. Despite their obvious strength, they couldn't get to you before Darren violently lifted the back of your t-shirt, scratching  your back with his nail at the same time. You let out a cry and next thing you knew, Darren was pinned against the wall, held back by Bucky's arm.

"You lied," he whispered. "You do have a tattoo."

Damn. You had always been careful to wear high waisted jeans. All it took was one careless pair of shorts. You had no answer to give to him, so Darren looked at Bucky instead.

"It's you. Right? I fucking knew it." He looked back at you. "I should've known you weren't to be trusted around other guys. You're such a-"

"I think you should leave." Steve had laid his hand on his friend's shoulder to try and calm him down. Bucky let go of your husband and shot you a side glance to check on you. You were crossing your arms on your chest and your eyes had never been more interested in the floor.

"Steve's right," you uttered. "You should go." You  walked away with these words. You hadn't even noticed there was no longer any music playing in the room. Silence was oppressing and everyone seeing you cry was not an option. You walked to your room in daze. Once you felt the door closing behind you, you allowed yourself to break down. It was a knock on the door that made you tilt your head up a few minutes later.

--- You have no idea how excited I am for part 9!!! If I wasn't strictly following my self-imposed rule of having two unpublished chapters at all times, I would post it right away. x) I hope you liked this one!! Feel free to give me any notes you may have : I improve thanks to readers.

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"Clueless" *Part 2*

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Part 1

Part 3

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Rafael walked out onto the massive deck of the house. It housed a giant cabana lined with benches and pillows, complete with a tiki bar. Surprisingly it had not been overtaken by the party...yet.

You followed him into the cabana, where he promptly went behind the bar and fixed himself a scotch.

“What are you drinking?” He asked you.

You didn’t really drink a lot, but you didn’t want to look like a pansy. You racked your brain trying to remember any kind of drink you remembered seeing in movies.

“I’ll have a jack and coke,” You smiled nervously. He nodded and obliged, handing you the drink. You looked at it for a moment; it looked like a normal soda, how bad could that be? You took a big swig.

You were wrong-- it is VERY bad.

You almost choked as the burn of the whiskey fell down your throat, you looked around for napkins or something, praying to God this wasn’t how you were going to die-- trying and failing at impressing the most gorgeous man you’d seen in your life.

“Oh god, honey are you ok?” Rafael grabbed a water bottle and handed it to you. You grabbed it from him and chugged it quickly. Finally after a minute, you could breathe again and fully embrace the humiliation of what had just transpired. You didn’t want to look at him, you must have looked like an idiot choking on a cocktail like a prude. Ariel had taken you to enough parties in college, why hadn’t you practiced this before?

“Yeah I’m fine…” You muttered, staring into the deck floor.

“...Maybe light on the jack?” You could hear the smile in his voice. You looked up to see him holding another coke, with the Jack Daniels bottle in his hand. He ever so lightly splashed some whiskey into the glass and handed it to you. You sipped it this time, barely tasting the alcohol.

“...Thanks,” You smiled nervously, feeling your cheeks burn hotter by the second. Either you were the lightest lightweight on earth, or he made you nervous. You were pretty sure it was both.

“Not much of a drinker, are you?” He kept smiling at you as you shook your head NO.

“...Curiouser and curiouser,” He chuckled as he came back around the bar with his drink and nodded towards the pillowed benches. You followed and sat beside him on one, curling up your knees beside you like a mermaid tail.

“...What is?” You gave him a questionable look, waiting for an insult.

“You and Ariel’s relationship,” He gestured towards the house. “You don’t drink, you don’t party, you’re clearly WAY more intelligent,”

“...I know, she’s so awesome and I’m just--” You started to degrade yourself with a sad smile while pushing strands of hair behind your ear nervously.

“No no no,” He stopped you mid sentence, taking your hand. “Actually I was implying the opposite,”

Now you looked at him in even more confusion.

“I was going to say you’re way too good for her,” He finished with that amazing smile still on his lips.

You felt yourself go light headed; you seriously could not be this sensitive to alcohol, could you? You’d drank before, wine and champagne and what not. Even some jello shots at a few parties, where you couldn’t taste the alcohol at all. THAT was a bad night. But it couldn’t be the alcohol making you feel this way-- it had to be him.

“OH, um--” You snapped your hand back instinctively, any form of social intimacy freaked you out. But you instantly regretted it, missing the feeling of his warm skin on yours. So you fought your neurotic brain and moved it back forward slightly, where your fingers were still touching.

“No, um-- Ariel’s right,” You continued. “She saved me,”

“I highly doubt Ariel’s saved anyone in her life,”

“Hey! That’s my best friend you’re talking about!”

“....Sorry,” He apologized. “I just don’t see what you see, apparently,”

“She has a huge heart, really,” He gave you a skeptical look. “Really!” You insisted.

“Look-- When I got accepted to Harvard, I didn’t know that my scholarship only accounted for the tuition, NOTHING else. So I didn’t-- I hadn’t saved anything for loding,” You sipped your coke as you continued. “So, I begged the housing department for ANY kind of room they could give me, I even offered to sleep in the janitor’s closet!”

A laugh from Rafael caused you to stop talking and look down at the floor, instantly embarrassed again at your sad sack of a life. Instantly Rafael went for your hand again but paused, noting your uneasiness from before.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh at you,” He apologized. No one had ever cared enough to keep apologizing for YOUR lack of self esteem issues, flinching anytime anyone even coughed on you in an aggressive manner.

“No no, it’s fine, I just--” You now placed your hand over his, a feat in your social anxiety ridden brain. “It’s me, it’s not you,” You tried not to stare at your hands touching, but inside you were so proud of yourself and so happy to have his hand touching yours again, it was actually comforting.

“Anyway, um so--” You bit your lip nervously. “So I was just about to-- I don’t even know what, find a homeless shelter or a bridge, I guess,”

Rafael smiled in amusement and chuckled slightly, checking to make sure you weren’t thrown off by it again. You smiled and laughed at the thought of you dragging everything you owned to a bridge on campus to set up camp.

���But Ariel saw me, and took pity on me I guess?” You shrugged. You really weren’t sure of the thought process that went through Ariel’s head that night, you were just so grateful she had been there.

“She asked me if I had a place to stay and I said no, so she told me that she had a suite all to herself and that she really didn’t do well by herself and that she had just been heading to the housing department to ask for a roommate,” You smiled at the memory.

You weren’t entirely sure how true it was at the time, but knowing her as well as you do now, you knew she did NOT do well by herself. She was confident and full of self esteem to everyone else in the public, but when it was just the two of you she seemed almost...sad, most of the time. Like being happy was just the dress she put on to wear in the world.

“....I hadn’t thought about it like that,” Rafael said softly, now slightly regretting how snarky he was towards her most of the time.

“And now I know why,” You gestured towards the house. “That thing about her mom not wanting to ‘deal’ with her, I honestly don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have my parents,”

“Yeah, my mami and abuela are the two most important people in my life,” He nodded in agreement. “And Ariel...well, as far as I know, she’s never had a ‘dad’ stick, and her mom is just…” He paused. “Not really interested in her daughter,” He added with a sad shrug.

“...Your dad didn’t stick either? You asked cautiously, hoping you weren't prying.

“My dad…” He chuckled sarcastically. “My dad was...let’s just say life actually got better when he left,” He looked down. You saw pain and shame in his eyes, and you instantly empathized.

Not so much with the dad thing, but that constant nagging of shame and hurt. Which was totally unnecessary because you actually had the most loving family in the world, which only made you feel more guilt and shame, because you couldn’t appreciate it the way you were “supposed” to. It was just the way you were wired, and they understood that. But it didn’t help sway your guilt.

“He shacked up with Ariel’s mom for a few months and then took off with a LOT of her money,” He clenched his fists of the thought of the trail of destruction his father seemed to always leave behind.

“Luckily, Ariel’s mother didn’t associate myself with that asshole, although I’m pretty sure it’s because she wanted to replace him with me,” He shuddered at the memory of the several times Ariel’s mom had tried to “seduce” him when he was younger.

“Oh God,” You inadvertently made a grossed out face. The offended look on his face instantly made you panic. "Not like, you're gross. Just...she's gross. Hitting on a kid like that,"

"Oh I was ummm.." he chuckled nervously, looking towards the ocean. "I wasn't a kid per say," he coughed awkwardly.

"....How old were you?"

"I think I had just started at my first practice," he avoided the question. "She has a thing for lawyers. Probably becauses around them so often, always divorcing husbands,"

"So like, 28. And her mom was on husb--" You tried doing the math yourself.

"...I'm 15 years older than Ariel," He answered your mental question.

"Oh well, I mean that's cool," You smiled awkwardly. You failed to mention that you had graduated a year early in high school, so you were two years YOUNGER than Ariel.

"Uh huh," he raised an eyebrow with a chuckle.

"I get along with older people anyway," you said, than backpedaled immediately."I MEAN, not that you're old, just--"

"OldER," He kept his amused look at your faltering.

"I'm sorry, I wish I could blame this on the alcohol but I'm just…" you sighed. "Not made to interact with Humans,"

"Aw hey now come on," he punched your shoulder like a kid. "You're doing great, it's really cute," he smiled then realized what HE had just said, and backpedaled.

"I mean, endearing," he found a more suitable word, trying to hide the fact that he was probably a little buzzed and more attracted to you than he probably should be. However he noted the somewhat disappointed look you had when he corrected himself.

"You're probably the first person to think so,"

"Except Ariel, right?"

"She tolerates it, she definitely doesn't think it's 'cute'. She's tried to 'fix' me since we met,"

"Seriously?" "Who does she think she is--?" He started to get up like he was going to give her a "talking to".

"No no no, it's fine Rafael really," You stood up quickly and pulled on his arm gently, making him turn around quickly. You wondered if he had just felt that….reaction between you.

You were far too intellectual to believe in trivial things that people spoke about like a "spark", but in that moment you had to think to yourself maybe they had a point.

"Right, sorry," he nodded and quickly sat down. "I may be a little more buzzed than I thought,"

"No that was really sweet, honestly," you smiled softly. "I probably didn't explain it well," "She just wants the best for me,"

"You're perfect the way you are, Y/N," "I mean, you seem like a good kid,"

"Kid?" You were suddenly offended, though you weren't sure why. You'd always been thought of as a child, being younger than your peers most of your life. Always in higher classes in high school, younger than your college classmates. It had never bothered you before, not once.

But when Rafael called you a "kid", it felt like a gut punch, which made you feel even worse. You just met this guy, what was wrong with you?

"Person," he corrected himself. "I meant person," but the damage was done.

"....I should go check on Ariel, make sure she didn't get herself in a 'situation'," you turned to walk back into the house.

"Hey no wait Y/N, I thought we were--" He started to go after you but you put your hand up.

"No, really. I probably shouldn't have left her alone in the first place," You didn't even grab your drink you just waved your hands dismissively and disappeared back into the party before he could say anything else.

“....I guess I’ll sleep in my car,” He muttered to himself as he headed back around the house.

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The next morning Rafael had to leave early to get back to the city, but he had texted Ariel.

"Tell Y/N I'm sorry, and tell her if she has any questions about law to text me anytime, day or night,"

"What did that dick do to you?" She stomped into her bedroom, where you were sleeping.

"What? Your bro-- Rafael? Nothing! He didn't do anything!" Your head snapped up instantly awake.

"Well what's he apologizing for?" She held out her phone; you didn’t have your contacts in so you couldn’t read it.

"...For calling me a kid," You shrugged sadly.

"Oh. Well you ARE a kid, sweets" Ariel instantly dropped her anger into her happy self, patting you on the head like a dog.

"No I'm not…." You muttered. "Did he say anything else?"

Ariel didn't like the idea of that pompous prick getting his claws in you, she didn't like it one bit.

"Nope," she lied.

"Oh," you replied sadly.

"Oh please don't tell me you care what what that bonehead thinks" she scoffed. "He thinks he's some 'big deal' because he has a fancy title,"

"No he doesn't," You instantly defended him, though you weren’t sure why. Weren’t you mad at him? No, actually you were kicking yourself for taking it so hard and just leaving him on the beach. You could have stayed there talking to him all night.

"Oh no, he got to you didn't you?" She acted concerned. "ugh I knew it, I should have warned you,"

"Warned me?" You looked at her confused.

"Yeah, it's what he does," she continued to lie. "He likes to seduce my friends for sport," She continued to spin a web of deceit.

"I...I don't believe you," You mumbled. You had never dared to even slightly disagree with Ariel, terrified anything would set her off and she’d “disown” you.

"Excuse me?” Her head whipped around.

"I don't believe you," you repeated. Her eyes widened with shock at your defiance. She almost lost it on you, before realizing honey worked better than vinegar.

"Honey, think about it," She came around and sit next to you on the bed. "He reeled you in and then called you 'kid'. Probably because you started making heart eyes at him, right?"

"I don't, it wasn't--" You tried recalling every single detail of the interaction.

"See? He just likes the sport of getting women to fawn over him and then move on,"

"But then why did he apologize?" You pointed out, still not sure of her accusations.

"Probably because you're my best friend and he knew I'd kick his ass for hurting your feelings,"

"But--" You were sure it had been YOU who walked away from HIM. But...he didn’t come after you. Maybe he was satisfied with making you upset?

"He didn't ask me to give you his number," she flat out lied. "He obviously didn't want any more contact with you sweetie,"

She had a point. She smiled in victory when she saw the determination and hope in your eyes dissolve into sadness.

"I'm sorry, honey, I should have warned you," she feigned sympathy, pulling you into a tight hug. "Now let's get that skeezer out of your mind," she grabbed your hand and pulled you away.

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A few days later

Rafael was bewildered that you hadn't contacted him. Did he imagine the connection you two seemed to have? Was he more intoxicated than he thought? No, that wasnt possible. Had he really hurt you that much by calling you a kid? And if so, why? Did you feel something that would hate for you to see her as a kid?

He decided to text Ariel.

"Hey...did you tell Y/N what I said?"

"Yes. She said to fuck off. You must have really pissed her off BRO."

That didn't seem right. That didn't even sound like something you'd say. It sounded like something his evil stepsister would say.

"Did she say that or did you say that?"

"Stay away from my friends, and get your own you perv,"

He knew it. She probably didn't even give you his number. “Oh god,” he thought. What if she hadn't said anything at ALL?

He needed a plan.

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