#I bumped into one the servers and caused her to drop all the drinks she was carrying and they went fucking everywhere

[jocelynships]

Lmao I’m having a night and I’m over it all 🥲

#Joce.vent #mainly in the tags #I bumped into one the servers and caused her to drop all the drinks she was carrying and they went fucking everywhere #no one was hurt dw but the glasses all shattered and the floor got soaked with all sorts of beverages #and despite no one being upset at me #I still feel like a massive screw up and I’m crying in the restroom rn #I just want the next three hours to pass by as quickly as possible I don’t wanna be here anymore #the new year is off to a rocky start with my mental health and I’m just. over it #lmao my f/os would probably think I’m a dumbass who screws shit up all the time #sorry. just in a mood #idk if anything would help I’m just venting

[caffedrine]

Gilbert - Public or Private Persona – Which Do You Prefer? The Public Persona Event Summary

Do I ever know what I'm doing? You shouldn't trust me, or my suspect understanding of what's going on in my daily life, much less in Gilbert's world.

Accuracy is not guaranteed - you should definitely pick up this event when it reaches the English server.

Even though the three princes are on an extended visit to Rhodolite, Emma’s duties as Belle must continue. She is attending a party hosted by the domestic faction of princes in order to interact with the nobles to make her choice.

A woman bumps into her, spilling her drink on Emma’s dress. The liquid quickly changes the color of the fabric of Emma’s dress, making it clear that it is now spoiled. The woman apologizes insincerely, and the man escorting her smiles mockingly.  Emma realizes that this was done on purpose just as she recognizes them as a high-ranking couple. Emma gives the woman a pointed look, and the woman asks if Emma is trying to imply this is anything other than an accident.

Since Emma has become acquainted with Gilbert, this isn’t entirely unexpected. She was ostensibly under the protection of Leon as his date, but he had stepped away from the party to handle a separate matter. It has not gone unnoticed by her that this ‘accident’ occurred once Leon had left.

The woman suggests Emma leaves. Her dress is spoiled and unsuitable for this gathering now. The man offers to explain to Leon that she had to leave. Emma refuses, and the couple insists that she should really go, lingering in a ruined dress would reflect badly on Leon.

The people around them are pretending not to watch, but Emma can feel the sharpness of their attention. They are waiting for her to make a fuss and cause trouble for Leon. Emma decides to call this party a bust and try another time.

Suddenly the background chatter cuts off, and the atmosphere temperature drops several degrees. Emma doesn’t turn to look, but a feeling colder than the water dumped on her washes over her. The woman’s complexion goes white as she looks at something just behind Emma.

Emma doesn’t have to turn to look to see who it is. A cheerful voice from behind her tells the room that they don’t have to be so frightened, but he’s impressed that they’re so righteous. A hand is placed on Emma’s shoulder.

Just as Emma turns to face Gilbert, he leans over her to dump a glass of water onto the woman’s face. He immediately apologizes, it seems his hand slipped. Just as Emma is about to ask him what he’s doing, Gilbert throws the empty water glass at the woman’s feet, shattering it. The noise echoes in the silent room, and Emma thinks that he might be angry.

Gilbert notes that Emma looks especially pitiful now, all drenched in water. He assures her that she’s still cute though. He is the only one who doesn’t seem to mind the oppressive atmosphere that makes it difficult to breathe, much less talk.

Emma asks Gilbert what he’s doing here, and why he came to the party. Gilbert admits that he was curious, so he wanted to stop by and take a quick look. At the party? Nope, he was hoping to see how Emma looked in her dress. His sweet words seep into Emma like poison.

Emma has no doubt what he said will only support the rumors of her and Gilbert’s alleged relationship. Gilbert doesn’t seem bothered by this and turns his focus from her to the woman who had been harassing her. Gilbert tells the woman that he will listen to her as an apology for ‘accidentally’ dumping water on her. After all, she must have wanted to get his attention if she went so far as to dump water on Emma. The woman assures him that she absolutely does not want to do this.

Gilbert tells her that he hates liars, and even though it’s not directed at her, Emma can feel a sudden murderous intent emanate from him. The woman starts to cry. Emma realizes that she should have stopped Gilbert at the beginning, but she was too afraid.

Gilbert explains that Emma is a friend of his, so he would like to know why she’s being bothered. If the woman won’t say anything, he can’t guarantee that anyone in this room will live to see the sun rise the next morning.

The pressure was so strong, Emma was close to hyperventilating. Still, she tells Gilbert that he’s already heard the story, this was just an unfortunate accident. Gilbert turns to her and asks if she’s lying.

Emma insists that it’s up to her, as the person on the other end, to decide whether or not this is an accident, and she has. Right now, all she can see is Gilbert’s red eye. She meets and holds the gaze of Prince Gilbert; the World’s Calamity and the Trampling Beast, for an eternity as she waits to see if she will live or die.

Gilbert suddenly reaches out to touch her cheek and notes that Emma’s dress is wet. She should hurry and change before she catches a cold. Emma tells him that she’ll do that later, and Gilbert insists that she do that right now.

Emma is reluctant to leave Gilbert alone in this room of nobles and asks him to come with her. Gilbert asks if she seriously just invited him to help her change her clothes. She’s a lot bolder than he was expecting, but if she wants that kind of relationship with him . . .

(This is the 'Does it Hurt to Have a Bad Brain' expression)

Okay, fine. Emma will leave BY HERSELF but begs Gilbert not to do anything to the people here. Gilbert reminds her that they were just bullying her, and Emma tells him that she doesn’t care about that. Gilbert complains that she’s so nice it makes him sick, but he won’t hurt anyone here.

True to his words, the murderous aura Gilbert was emitting begins to fade. Emma reminds herself that Gilbert isn’t a liar, so the people are probably safe. Emma leaves.

Emma notes that whenever Gilbert gets that murderous aura is when she is in danger. She wonders if it’s a coincidence.

She quickly changes and returns to the party, where all those people who had been so cold to her earlier were suddenly friendly and considerate. Gilbert had left, and Leon had also returned by then though he looked noticeably upset. Emma wonders what Gilbert did while she was gone.

After the party, she returns to her room, tired and sore. Gilbert casually greets her from her couch as Emma starts taking off her shoes. She stops as she realizes something is different and focuses on Gilbert, who is reading the romance novel she had left out. Gilbert asks if this is the kind of story Emma is into, an evil emperor changing his ways for the love of a village girl.

Emma asks Gilbert why he’s in her room. Gilbert closes the book, probably losing her place like the true villain he is. Gilbert explains that he’s here so that she can thank him.

Smiling as sweetly as ever, Gilbert stands and approaches her. Feeling villainy flow from him, Emma backs away until her back hits the wall. Gilbert places a hand on either side of her, trapping her. He tells her that she can’t run away from this.

Oh no! What should Emma do?

To be continued in Gilbert’s Private Persona

#ikemen prince #ikepri #gilbert von obsidian

[fictionfixations]

dick (nightwing) with aventurine's memories

(i dont know if this makes sense at all im tired)

ive been thinking of one of the batbros with memories of aventurine because. okay so yknow birdwatchers the discord server. i took a word cause its my birthday word (which is starting to be soon) but the original idea i had for it isnt getting the brainworks going so i wanted to mix it with my recent fixation which is aventurine (well actually hes starting to get a little old since ive been sitting on this idea for awhile but hHH)

but THEN i felt like i actually had a decent idea so now im sharing it to you because. i dunno. i dont really feel like i can do it justice? write it well??? (itd be my first hsr work LMFAO)

so uh. spoilers for dick's backstory, as well as 2.1 penacony. ALSO Danganronpa 2 because comparisons (also that anime with dr2 cast i dont remember the name)

aventurine as dick (slowly getting memories over time) (like child. kakavasha. teen/adult, aventurine.)

his luck has him notice the tampering of the wire whatever it was called that led to his parents death. he tries to tell them, they dont believe him. hes lucky enough to be the survivor. (think… you know that one oracle i think apollo blessed/cursed?? cant remember if it was first blessed but then something happened and then cursed or if it was at the same time. she could tell the future except no one would ever believe her.)

he has memories of space travel. of people outside in space. hes shocked to find theres no interaction of the IPC here, theres been no sign of life outside of this planet 'Earth' (..and was it really such a strange thought to imagine that 'aliens' could look just the same as them..? he wrinkled his nose at the ugly green thing with wide eyes. it was unnerving.)

he finds signs of a 'space enjoyers!' or whatever club and he goes and they're just like 'what are you talking about? its all just. fiction.. even we know that.'

i cant remember what year it takes place in and if the moon landing has happened yet (or what year hsr is in but i imagine far far in the future)

I dont really know how aventurine's luck works. and. i. honestly have not been paying too much attention throughout the story. my one exception was penacony, aventurine was the SOLE reason i paid attention in penacony ive only played up to 2.1 (thats not because he faked his death, its more that my recent-est fixation now is fanfiction because penacony has so much stuff going on it hurt my brain that i took a break) cause hes lucky but he gets. branded.. maybe its like nagito's but his is confusing too? (nagito is the ultimate lucky student in danganronpa 2, which is basically a talent that person has)

remember in the anime i think he got hit by a truck or something. or maybe that was after. he got hurt, went to like the vending machine, it dropped all of its drinks for him (so good luck), and then maybe it was after he got hit by a truck. uh

no it was a car (sorry im too used to truck-kun LMFAO) actually wait it was a truck somehow i only saw the head and thought 'huh thats a normal car' my dumbass

... truck.

ALSO i cant remember if he was trying to intentionally do something. but. i. remember he was trying to get like a medicine(???) something something. i dont remember why. but it was either he grabbed the wrong one or he grabbed the right one, EXCEPT he bumped into someone so their bags switched. so that meant

i REMEMBER NOW. OKAY OKAY. i think he grabbed the one that was meant to i think cause you. to. maybe. poop more? IDFK i forgot it was something that made someone ill probably. (cant remember his intention and if his luck turned him to the wrong one)

but so he bumped into someone and they switched bags accidentally. so she added what he got into the food mixture (which was meant to make them big and poofy) which made the judges not happy

meanwhile i think there was an enlarged animal...

dont ask me what happens after i have no clue if that was accurate since this is very edited but i couldn't find a better video but so he was trying to make his classmates ill i guess. but he got the wrong thing

to be fair the girl he bumped into and caused to fail was also kind of a bitch i think so i mean... (YEAH she is i went through the wiki)

so i kind of went off topic (i havent talked about danganronpa in so long)

maybe its like a set meter. like. experience a certain amount of bad luck and then get tremendously good luck (but you dont get to choose when probably)

which wouldnt be the same if aventurine had never lost? unless its like his big loss and trauma and er slavery (i feel like i should be using lighter words but i dont know lighter words for this kind of thing)

and for every win of a bet its using up very small amounts of luck (and thus his winning streak). (although probably not. i havent been able to see why hes fortunate in some places and unfortunate in others but that might be because i also haven't been thinking about it too hard)

in which case. i wonder. what was his intention in his 'death'? to permanently die, or to fake his death? cause it could drastically change the meaning.

cause yknow how nagito kermit sewer slide-d because he wanted the 'traitor' i think to win? (by basically making one of the other students be the one to have killed him so they wouldnt be able to win guessing who did it unless by pure chance) except his luck backfired on him and the one who ended up having killed him was the traitor, which WAS able to be figured out and thats how they survived

so was it something like that? where he wanted to die but his luck decided at that moment to just not? i wonder.

i havent even MADE it to penacony in game though (ive watched other ppl play) im like to the quest to where youre about to go to it but im too anxious to start. on the other hand i did the quest with topaz in jarilo(? Im SO BAD with names)

but i dont really know what the ipc does and if theyre well known. but im basing it off what topaz said (with a lot of skepticism cause aventurine)

so anyway thats my half-baked idea.

#batman #fic ideas #writing ideas #thoughts #aventurine #hsr #honkai star rail #dr2 #dr2 nagito #nagito komaeda #dick grayson #this is a melting pot of fandom word vomit #Youtube

[lonespektr]

SEPTEMBER 10TH HORROR WATCH

The Invitation (2022) specifying 2022 because it's a BUNCH of horror movies called the invitation and they are good but we don't want to confuse anybody

Okay

Old timey days fancy lady

Locked in the house, they chasin her

She kills herself off the fancy stairwell

"it ends here"

Clearly not because this is min 5 of the movie

party server women camaraderie over being groped by men

It's a gala thing for a DNA kit company

They snag a kit

Protag mails it in

English cuz is in NY wants to meet up

He's apparently the whitest man alive

Bestie says hell naw he's going to take her kidneys

She meets him he says she's a family scandal

One guess why

That's right their girl had a baby with a black staffer presumably the old timey woman that offed herself at the start

Black staffer raised her kin on his own

Eventually they moved to America

But homeboy told everybody about her 🤣🤣🤣

Now the whole family wants to meet the black american cousin 🤣🤣🤣

There's a big wedding this makes it a plausible reason for her to visit

Protag bumps the help and drops of bunch of shit the help are woc

The head butler of whatever tells her to to clean it up

Not very tall dark (obviously fucking white why do white ppl call themselves dark cause of black hair) hansom says no shes a vip

Protag like okay so it's ok talking shit to the help??

I realize this is a plot hole because she's fucking American he would know she probably wasn't the help not in a uniform and talking shit

Anyways the house has a bunch of gawdy art sculptures like animals

Is this maid welsh? Can i accurately identify welsh accent?

Fancy room maid says the fancy wrought iron bars are on the windows because of demon shrikes

The bars match the decor there's wrought iron shit and marble shit and carved shit everywhere

Former lady of the house??

Doesn't say yo mama

She know she fuckin dying she crying implying it's about the dead lady of the house it ain't she knows about the set up!!!

Bro y'all not related?? You talking about the home owner.

Nightmare lady of the house

Monster in the hallway

Very elaborate ritual just to see who has a cleaning assignment for a creepy locked room they look nervous

Mostly woc

Maid says not safe out of her room

Head host literally chanting

Wired headphones in the year of our lord 2022?

Got her

Everyone is too happy almost relieved that she is there

Mean girls

Short one doesn't travel much

Fancy pants stole her drink and pulled her into a live performance on a moments notice how romantic

Cuz is kikiing with mean girl constant she was supposed to be the whatever she now it's protag

Confirmation he's fully in on it

Clearly they need a female heir but why

Second? Third?? Time on that sword

Oh shizz monster in the room

Dude is in the room? 🧐

Made another glass mess for maid

Lots of sharp objects being set up

Dude not subtle

Protag not fucking around

I'm poor i want money to do shit bro

He's playing it obviously fake

Excellently done tension with the manicure scene

Keeps breaking shit

Seeggs he proposed because they are already doing a wedding so

She literally juz said yes and he didn't laugh wtf

Lol she checked like bruh I'm nawt serious

Friggin venician masks now

3 families

She's literally all the head of the table with home boy

Hes playing it so greasy

Shes physically repulsed yet she keeps saying yes

He announced they marriage at dinner

Another one bites the dust

Exposition speech teach people made a deal with the devil

Count Dracula (literally numerology obsessed 🤣)

Talking about 3 is the magic number of brides

So thought they were all vampires but it's just ones dude hoarding power

The bridesmaids drank blood??

Wait who's got fangs?

She's expecting the rich people who sell their daughters for infinity to help

He's delusional

Maid is VERY distraught

More exposition

3 is that magic number they all get to be immortal if they cross the three blood lines

Apparently all fangs are day walkers

Lots of screaming begging and crying

Maid rescue

They guy is literally from dowton Abbey righ?

First house trouble

Name dropped the family

Not very smart but observant

Back in

Wedding day

That was always the play

Wild AF the change being instant

Stakes him already

Miss

Girls fight to the death

Show down count v protag

She's already unvamped with the palace buying around her nice and tidy

Daughter surpases the mother in that too end it

You don't maurder yourself you kill the baddie you survive

Lol she goes after cuz later w bestie

#the invitation #2022 #graywatchhorror23

[writer-bbblue95]

Caught In The Breeze

Part 10: Lunch and a Smoke

You stare at your screen and the mountain of paperwork on your desk. The urban development department dropped off a slew of permits that needed to be processed. You look at your watch: 2:00 pm. You completely worked past normal lunchtime. Your stomach growls. You put a hand over your stomach and sigh. "Time for lunch, this paperwork can wait." You get up from your desk and push in your chair, grabbing your jacket and smokes.

Walking out, you pass your coworkers returning from their lunch. "Worked through another lunch, huh Y/n?" A staff member asks you. "Sure did, but my stomach couldn't wait any longer." You chuckle. "Enjoy it then, higher staff are having their lunch now. Watch out for Scarlett. I heard she's in a bad mood today." Your coworker waves at you in warning. "Thanks for the tip." You say as you walk out the office door.

The cafeteria at Shinra was rather large. Round metal tables dot the floor with 6 seats to each. Silk table cloths top each and cushioned chairs to match. Shinra went all out on the comfort of the room; the higher-ups enjoyed the look of comfort and wealth. You approach the counter and order your food: a baked potato, salad, and grilled chocobo breast. This was your favorite meal at the cafeteria and your stomach was craving it. They hand you a buzzer to call you when your food is ready.

You browse the drink options and settle for a bottle of water and iced tea. You look around the room and spot members of Hojo's lab and some Soldiers sitting in their cliques apart from each other. You realize the Turks and higher-ups haven't arrived yet. Hopefully, you could avoid Scarlett and her moodiness today.

Your pocket starts to buzz. 'Guess my food's ready.' You approach the counter and grab your tray, then pay for your meal and drinks. "Thanks," You say to the server. "No problem, enjoy your meal." she says in return "You too." you say. You turn around quickly and grimace at what you said. 'Great job Y/n' you think to yourself. Shaking off your embarrassment, you go find a seat.

As you walk through the cafeteria, you bump into something. "Oh my, I'm so sorry, I didn't see.." you are cut off by a very angry Scarlett. "Maybe if you stopped daydreaming and look straight ahead while you walk, you wouldn't bump into people!" You apologize again to no avail. "Save it. I honestly don't know what he sees in your clumsy ass anyway." Your face contorts at her comment. "Excuse you?" You say with a tone of anger. "You, the clumsy ass of Shinra, with the second in command of the Turks? No way he really wants you. You're not even good enough for him to bed you." Your face hardens. "You know I'm right darling. Best to stay away from the Turks." You relax and collect yourself at her venom-filled comments. "Thank you, Scarlett, but I can make my own decisions. Plus, no one wants the washed-up, angry, hag of Shinra."

As you walk away Scarlett slides her foot out in front of you; causing you to trip and fall forward. You squeak in shock as you fall to the floor; closing your eyes for impact. Your lunch is thrown out in front of you. Just as soon as you thought you hit the ground, a bright flash surrounds you. You open your eyes to see you're in Reno's arms. You look up to meet his face, just an inch away from yours. His strong arms hold you close with his gloved hands around your waist and shoulders. "You okay, Mouse?" He whispers to you. You hold back tears of embarrassment. "Yeah, I am now." You grab his lapel tightly. "Thank you." Reno stands you up and brushes you off. "Wait here for me," Reno says as he storms off toward Scarlett.

"Heyyyyy Scar." He says unusually, as he approaches Scarlett sitting at her table. Reno takes a seat next to her. "Hello, Handsome." She says with smoldering eyes. "You mind leaving y/n alone? There's no reason to be hostile in the workplace." Scarletts face twists and twitches at the mere suggestion. "That girl will never be good enough for you. She's just sector 7 trash that Rude picked up off the street. I bet she can't even fight." Reno's face curls into a sadistic smile. "Lay another hand, foot, or finger on my girl again, and you'll be eating through a feeding tube. Got it, bitch?" Scarlett's eyes grew wide. "Understood, Sir." She jokingly mocks. "I'll be waiting when you're done with the trash, Handsome." "Don't bet on it, Scarlett."

Reno gets up and walks away from her table. Returning to you, he checks you for injuries. "Are you hurt? Do you need the infirmary to check you over?" "I'm fine, just a little shook up is all. Thank you for the concern." He looks dead at you and watches you while you adjust your clothes and hair back into order. "Would you like to have lunch together?" Your eyes widen at the suggestion. "I...I would love to! Except.. my lunch is kind of on the floor now." You rub your neck in embarrassment. "No worries, I'll get the next one for you." You bow slightly in respect and thank Reno immensely for the gesture. Reno offers you his hand and you take it.

You both walk back to the bar to order more food. "What do you want?" "Um, a grilled chocobo breast, baked potato, and salad. Sweet tea for a drink and bottled water." You say to the server. "Coming right up miss." You turn to Reno. "Are you eating?" "Yeah. I'll take the house special with a cherry soda." The house special was beef wellington, rice cakes, and crab rangoon. You both wait patiently for your meals to be prepared. Once they are ready, you both walk to a table. "Reno." You say hesitantly. Reno cocks his head to the side. "Yes, Mouse?" You sheepishly answer. "Could we sit in my office instead?" Reno smiles. "Of course we can. If that makes you feel better." You smile. "It would." Reno pats you on your back. "Alright then. Let's go, yo."

You and Reno walk to your office quietly. The staff put your lunches in to-go boxes so you wouldn't take the trays (making it easier to carry too). Upon reaching your cubicle, you both sit at your desk. You move mountains of paperwork to clear an eating space for you both. "There, just enough room." You smile. Reno sets his tray down and points at the stacks of paperwork. "You're going to be the cause of the next Shinra paper shortage if you keep that up! Haha!" You elbow him in the ribs. "Oh, haha. Very funny, Reno!" You giggle and smile.

You place your tray down, scooting your keyboard and mouse away from you. You remove your jacket and place it on the back of your chair. You both sit down and begin to eat. You pull out your phone. "Want to watch some TV while we eat? I have Mid-Flix. If anything, it's good background noise." You hold your phone up, asking for permission. "Sure. Can you put on something from the food channel?" Reno asks. "Sure thing." You smile and skim through baking shows and food competitions. You settle for a show called Gran's kitchen and start to eat. You put the volume low so that you both can still talk.

After you both finish eating, you throw your boxes away in your office bin and turn to Reno. "So, how was the meeting?" Reno chuckles. "That's classified, yo." You respond with an "Oh." "Just pullin' your leg. It went as expected."

"How so?" You ask. "Shinra heads all disgruntled and mopey. Bickering between departments. Hojo, Heidegger, and Scarlett asked for higher budgets. Rufus brooding at the head of the table. Myself as relaxed as always." Reno stretches and flexes his muscles. You poke him in the abdomen and giggle. "No way. So that's why Scarlett was so rude to me!" Reno stares at you. "Exactly. And she can get a kick in the ass for it next time she's Rude to my girl." The word 'my' echos in your head and you blush. "Scarlett was denied her budget raise. She's also always had the hots for me and, no matter how I turn her down, she keeps trying." You feel a pang of anger again in your chest. "Well, that bitch can fuck all the way off, and then some. You're mine." Reno blushes at your comment. "That's the hottest thing I've heard you say all day." You get quiet and blush harder. "Oh... I.. um.. hehe. Just talking with no filter." You rub the back of your neck in embarrassment. "I like you even more with no filter. I only ever got a taste of it when you yelled at a printer. Haha!" You both laugh. "Yeah, they do get me going. Haha."

You feel the urge for a smoke coming on. "Hey, Reno. Want to join me on a smoke break?" "Sure. I could use one myself after that meal." "Alright, sweet. Let's get going then." You both clean up any left-over mess and you grab your jacket from the back of your chair. You check the pockets for smokes and a lighter and set off to the gazebo.

You both walk through the office and heads turn out of cubicles at the two of you together. "Reno, they are staring." You whisper to him. "Let them. We've gotta be the hottest couple in Shinra. Who wouldn't stare? Hehe." You smile at Reno's comment. It makes you happy to be with the no-fucks-given Turk.

Making your way to the elevator, you close the doors and lean against the back bar. Reno follows suit and copies you, crossing his arms over his chest. You can catch a glimpse of his toned pectorals stretching his suit jacket. 'Gaia am I lucky to have found him.'

The elevator reaches the ground floor and you both step out. You lead down the stairs.

- Reno's POV -

Her hips sway in the most graceful way. Her hair bounces when she walks. Everything about her is so perfect and delicate. She's truly like a little delicate mouse. 'I'm so lucky she wanted me.'

- Reader POV -

You reach the door and push the handle. The cool breeze hits you with an autumnal chill. Leaves fall outside and dot the sidewalk path. The gazebo isn't far, but knowing Reno is behind you somehow makes the walk seem longer.

You reach the gazebo and finally get relief from the chilling breeze outside. A space heater is on in the middle of the gazebo; warming the area and making you regret wearing a jacket. You know if you take it off, you'll just be cold though.

You both sit next to each other. You fiddle for your pack of smokes and finally grab it and your lighter. You go to light your smoke but suddenly it's pulled from between your lips. Reno grabs it and lights it in between his lips and takes a drag. "Hey!" You giggle. "What's the big deal?" Reno smiles and holds your cigarette between his fingers. "A kiss for your smoke." You blush hard. "Come on, you know you want to." Reno smilies and moves his face close to yours. "Of fucking hell, why not?"

You throw caution to the wind and pounce on Reno. Crashing your lips into his and grabbing the back of his neck and shoulders. Reno is surprised by your sudden caution-to-the-wind approach and sets the cigarette down on the bench. He grabs you by the hips and pulls you close to him; so close, you straddle his lap. You both kiss passionately. Reno tests the waters by licking your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You oblige him and bite his lip in return, then open your mouth to his tongue. You can't help but be entranced by the kiss and let a moan slip. Reno grabs your hips and grinds them into his. You shudder at the contact and grab the hair at the nape of his neck. Reno growls in return. Noted.

You hear footsteps approach the gazebo and quickly separate from Reno. You're a panting mess and try to get yourself under control by deep breathing. "Well, that was unexpected," Reno says with a laugh. "I didn't expect it either." You laugh with him.

Reno grabs the smoke on the bench and takes one more drag before placing it between your lips. You grab the cigarette and take a long drag. "I'm not complaining though. You taste amazing." You exhale. "You do too." Reno takes his pack of smokes out and lights one for himself. Taking a large drag, he settles himself. "Let's do that again, but somewhere more private next time." You say jokingly. "You got it, yo."

You're glad you quit while you were ahead. You would have definitely lost yourself in the moment if you hadn't stopped. Plus, some Shinra soldiers came to smoke and you both would have been quite embarrassed to have been found in that state.

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I hope you all are still enjoying this story. I work nights now, so please be patient with me on updates. Between work and college, life has been hectic. I get my writing in when I can. -💙

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[tomboyneedshercoffee]

Met Gala || Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Y/N and Peter go on a mission to capture Harry Osborn at one of the most heavily guarded places; the Met Gala. 

Word Count: 2k

Author’s note: I watched Ocean’s 8 and Hoco back to back and thus, this fic was born. 

Warning: Fighting?? Creepy dude??? IDK man a busted lip?

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When you were recruited for SHIELD, you knew you would be needed to fight alongside the avengers or workaround in the advanced lab in the Helicarier but never in a million years did you think Fury would send you and Peter Parker on a mission to infiltrate the Met Gala. Celebrities you stalked all day on twitter were now inches from you, wearing gorgeous ensembles from famous designers you could never pronounce and you were hardcore fangirling.

You tried to keep in your excitement as you looked across the room, seeing your favorite actors and influencers all mingling together without a care in the world. You were breathing the same air as Beyonce and Harry Styles, dear god, life felt great. Little did they know, this event had been hijacked by New York’s charming new villain, Harry Osbourn. Your mission with Peter was simple; find Harry and take him back to SHIELD’s headquarters for questioning without causing a mass distraction.

As you reached for a crystalized champagne glass off of one of the server’s silver platter, you hear a tsk sound off in your hidden earpiece inside your earrings.

“ Drinking on the job,” Peter clicked his tongue as he looked behind his shoulder, scouting you from across the ballroom,” your mother would be so disappointed.”

You smiled and took a small sip, taking in the room,” I’m blending in Parker. You should do the same.  As for my mom, I’m in the same room as Idris Elba so I think she’ll be more jealous than upset.”

You took a quick glance towards Peter, who was sitting at a vacant table. He wore a black suit with a thin gold and blush material lined thinly along either side of the opening of his suit jacket. The inside of the suit was a simple white button-up that had no buttons at the top, revealing a bit of his chest.

While it was the Met Gala and you were excited to see what kind of flashy SHIELD had managed to get, they went the opposite. They gave you a black, long sleeve gown with a delicate lace pattern towards the bottom of your dress.  Even though it was already out of your comfort zone from how fitting it was, the dress had a deep V cut on your chest that gave little to the imagination. While the dress was flattering, you knew you could’ve settled for your old prom dress when you heard that the gown you were wearing was two times the price of your apartment.

“ My little Peter Parker looks like he’s going to a Las Vegas communion,” you teased as you gave him a distant longing look,” but you look nice. You should wear suits more often, maybe then you could get a girlfriend.”

“ Ouch, Y/N,” Peter laughed, even though his heart stung a bit,” just because you look like that doesn’t mean you can go around breaking my heart.”

Even though Peter couldn’t see you from where you were, you still felt your cheeks to see if it was noticeable that you were blushing hard. Ever since sophomore year in high school, you had always hopelessly flirted with Peter but his attention was always Spiderman this and Spiderman that. It wasn’t until your senior year that you both would flirt with each other shamelessly yet that made things even harder for you. Now you weren’t sure if he was just joking or actually flirting with you and you could only blame yourself.

“ Keep your eyes open for Harry, not me,” You said as you finished your champagne glass and set it down at a table,” but I like the attention so you may continue flirting with me after we’re done with our mission.”

You heard Peter gasp loudly followed by silence which made your heart stop. 

“ Peter? Peter do you have eyes on Harry?”

“ No! I think Blake Lively is about to come up and talk to me, bye!”

You craned your neck and sure enough, you picked Peter out of the crowd and saw the goddess herself sitting next to him smiling. Lucky bastard. You kept your eyes glued to Peter as you collided with someone.

“ Woah watch yourself there,” You heard as you felt your anxiety raise through the roof. Please don’t let it be Pedro Pascal, please. I would die from embarrassment if I just bumped into the Mandalorian, Pedro Pascal, himself.

You apologized but when you hesitantly looked up, hoping it wasn’t a famous celebrity you had obsessed over, your heart dropped. Harry Osborn.  

“I’m sorry but do I know you?” Harry asked as you thought quickly of what to do,” I swear you look familiar.”

You weren’t prepared to see him so soon, your plan of attack was to find him not for him to find you. You snapped yourself out of it and focused on what you knew best, flirting.

“ No, you don’t. Trust me, you would remember a face like mine,” you said smoothly, feeling your confidence boost from the energy of the night and most likely the dress.

Harry smirked,” I like you already. I’m Harry, Harry Osborn.”

Oh you knew. You knew everything about him from the countless files that SHIELD had provided you. His estranged father was Norman Osborn and is the president of Oscorp, one of the leading multinational corporations in the US. Harry was around the same height as Peter, standing at 5' 10, weighing 170 pounds, and had dark blue eyes that held more than just a charming sparkle. You knew how he liked his coffee, why he hated Halloween, where he vacationed when he was in grade school, and when he lost his virginity. Knowing how much intel SHIELD had on Harry was not only scary for him, but for you since who knows about dirt Fury had one you aswell.

“ Michelle Jones,” you said on the spot, not wanting him to know your real name. He reached for you hand to shake but instead, placed a soft kiss on your knuckles.

You smiled politely even though you mentally rolled your eyes. You just needed to get him somewhere private so you could take him out with the tranquilizer that Peter had in his pocket.

“ So Harry, what brings you to the Met? You must be pretty influential to get an invite,” you said as you started walking away from your spot, knowing that there was an exit behind the staircase and that Harry would follow you.

“ I would call myself an entrepreneur,  I dabble in some tech companies here and there. Just changing the world one robot at a time,” Harry shrugged as he followed next to you, taking the bait,” I bet you’re probably into something along the lines of modeling.”

You couldn’t help yourself but to let out a lousy laugh as he held a set of double doors open for you, leaving an empty hallway,” That’s cute but no,  I’m one of the leading programmers at Stark Industries. But sure, I guess I’m just a pretty face too.”

“ Brains, beauty, and an attitude? Well today’s my lucky day then,” he flirted as he placed his hand on your lower back, leaning in close to your ear,” let’s get out of here yeah?”

You almost showed your visibly disgusted expression on your face but you hide it well underneath a sweet smile,“ I admire your boldness and while I am very flattered, I have a boyfriend. I think he would actually love to meet you, let me just go find him.”

“ Y/N, there you are,” Peter’s voice piped behind you as you watched his face fall for a second and then recover,” who’s your friend?”

Your smile faltered,“ R-Right, this is Harry Osborn, Harry, this is my boyfriend...Ned.”

Peter shook Harry’s hand as Peter tried to hide a grin from the fake name,” Nice to meet you, Harry.”

Harry nodded and looked between you two as Peter placed his arm around your hip, bringing you closer,” Well Ned, you’re a lucky man. She’s very smart and might I say very beautiful.”

Peter clenched his jaw as Harry looked you up and down longingly as if he could see straight through your gown. You felt Peter’s grip on your waist tighten but he knew that he had to stay calm so he didn’t compromise the mission.

“ Yes, Y/N is the whole package,” Peter said a bit more confidently as he gave you a small kiss on the cheek,” aren’t you baby?”

Before you could open your mouth, Harry interrupted and took a step forward,” That’s funny, she told me her name was Michelle.”

Peter looked back at your face and while you were now panicking on the inside, you only nodded in response,” Michelle Y/N Jones. Only my close friends call me Y/N.”

“ Really?  You know, now that I’m really thinking about it,” Harry looked between you two and pointed at Peter,” you look like a...Peter Parker. And you, Look like a Y/N L/N. Which is funny because I know two people who work for SHIELD who are allegedly after me. Funny huh?”

Your breath hitched and without thinking, Peter lunged at Harry and the two wrestled to the floor.  You watched as the two struggled on top of one another before Harry got the upper hand, giving him a few good punches before he started to choke him.

You looked at the cart next to you and grabbed a bottle of Champagne before slamming it over Harry’s head. In an instant, Harry slumped over on top of Peter who breathed a sigh of relief.

“ D-Did I kill him?” You asked as you dropped whatever was still intact of the bottle.

Peter shook his head, taking in your appearance. While you didn’t have any physical marks on you, your hair that was neatly tucked into a bun was now loose and all over the place.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” Peter asked as he moved your hair out of your face, his lip was definitely busted,”Y/N I am so sorry about blowing your cover and I’m sorry that you-”

You leaned over towards Peter and planted a light kiss to his cheek, which made him instantly turn red. You didn’t know what came over you but the damage was done, now you just had to get out of here.

“ Less talking and more lifting,” you said softly as you both looked down at Harry who was very much unconscious,” The car is waiting downstairs for us so I’ll grab his legs and you grab his arms?”

“ I can carry him myself,” Peter said and you knew he could because of his ‘super strength’ but you shook your head and insisted over a hundred times that you were a strong, capable woman.

Peter took one last longing look at you since his face couldn’t get any redder and nodded as the two of you both lifted Harry down the private staircase. The two of you said nothing, only sharing an occasional groan as you used most of your strength.

“ So what, are we dating now?” Peter asked as he accidentally bumped Henry’s head against the railing.

You huffed and stepped carefully, not wanting to trip over your dress,” I know I drank like three glasses of champagne but I would definitely remember if I asked you out, Parker.”

“ Well you introduced me to  Harry as your boyfriend.”

You stopped moving and placed Harry down on the stairs, your muscles that you hardly ever worked on were already aching. You placed your hands on your hips and shook your head,” Okay well, I technically said you were Ned so that means Ned is my boyfriend.”

You swallowed and looked up at Peter,” But if this is your attempt at trying to ask me out then yes, I will go out with you...only if you carry Harry the rest of the way.”

Peter hid his huge grin and only shrugged plainly, even though he wanted to jump out of excitement,” Fine by me.”

You watched as Peter lifted Harry with ease as if he weighed absolutely nothing.

“Show off,” you said as Peter smirked, knowing that he could get used to this. 

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Team BRNZ Oneshot

"I don't wanna be here."

With a sympathetic smile, Roy patted her back, "It's alright, May, we'll get through this together."

"Ugh, you guys are so dramatic!" Brawnz groaned, "Remember, we're here to build connections. Which means I want you--all of you--to socialize."

"Wha-I'm not talking to anybody here! I look absolutely ridiculous!" the girl lifted a section of her a-line dress, small sequins that covered its brassiere shimmering under the luminous chandelier before she unceremoniously dropped the hem with a huff.

Beside her, Nolan looked down at his own suit, "I don't know, I think we look pretty good." 

While Brawnz wore a standard tuxedo, the only splash of color being a faded purple bowtie, Nolan had replaced the rented white dress shirt with a maroon button-down and rolled up the sleeves of his blazer. 

"We might look the part, but we are hardly prepared," Roy said, "What exactly are we supposed to discuss with these people? They're in a whole other society from us." 

“Uh, just, you know, talk like Team NDGO. They go to these things all the time, somehow.”

May hunched over, covering her well-endowed chest behind her arms, “That’s because Gwen’s aunt is a higher-up in the Schnee Dust Company. She’s invited to Atlesian parties so she can promote their future business.”

“Oh.”

Nolan scanned the room, “Are we going to get kicked out when they figure out we snuck in? ‘Cause I saw some awesome finger food over there, and-”

“Alright, alright,” Brawnz combed a hand through his hair, slicked back with a sheen of gel, “Let’s split up into pairs. May, you’ll come with me while Roy keeps an eye on Nolan-”

“Hey!”

“-and works on his social skills.”

“I resent that, but won’t deny it,” the man frowned.

“I know you guys feel like fish out of water, but just think of these folks as potential clients after we graduate. We’re Team BRNZ, we can handle a party in a fancy mansion, right?”

By then, Nolan and Roy had disappeared, the former dragging his boyfriend across the dance floor to a long table covered in platters of food. Before him stood May, hugging herself uncomfortably tighter as a curtain of short purple hair fell over the left side of her face. His eyes softened, and with a gentle touch, he brushed it behind her ear.

“When we get back to school, I’ll let you play any game you want, okay?”

She glanced up at him, “Even two-player?”

“I mean, I don’t know why you insist on playing with us since you always win, but… sure.”

“I like winning,” the shadow of a smile graced her lips, and she lowered her arms. The pair stood in a comfortable silence while the music flowed in a soft, slow cadence. From the other side of the room, Roy watched Nolan devour another pastry until he heard an unfamiliar feminine voice nearby.

“Oh, hey, are you Vacuans?” a woman dressed in a strapless white gown walked up to them, “It’s just that I’ve never seen you before.”

Roy avoided the sight of her cleavage peeking out from the tight corset, his cheeks warm with a blush hidden under his dark skin. 

Nolan swallowed a mouthful of sugar, “Yeah, we’re students at Shade Academy, just a little ways from here.”

“Ohhh, you must be friends of little Gwen! Ms. Darcy is an associate of mine, with dust exports into Vale.”

“Gwen’s pretty cool,” he spared a glance at Roy, “We share a few classes with her and her team.”

“I see. Well, I hope you tell her that if she ever finds herself in Vale, she can just find me,” pulling out a small card from her clutch, she reached it out to Nolan. However, once she noticed the remnants of chocolate icing on his fingers, she swiftly passed it to Roy.

“And, if you boys really do know little Gwen, I suppose I can extend the offer to you.”

Roy turned it over to read her name and contact info under ‘Schnee Dust Company’, “Thank you, Ms. Linen, and you can call me Roy Stalli-”

“She’s already gone.”

He looked over to see her speaking with another lady, and Nolan licked his fingers clean before wiping them discreetly against his pants. With a sigh, he tucked the card into the chest pocket of his pinstripe vest before adjusting the ascot wrapped around his throat. Soon, the classical piece faded, and an upbeat rendition of some jazz song boomed through the parlor. A group of drunk patrons flailed about in the center of the dance floor, laughing as their drinks sloshed out of glasses and spilt onto their clothes. 

“We should find the others,” Roy took Nolan by the hand and led him along the row of tables, searching for their partners' red dress or gray locks. 

“I need to find a bathroom,” Brawnz said, “Are you okay waiting here?”

She nervously ran her tongue over the grooves of her molars, before nodding.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah… Yeah, I can do this,” May offered a small smile.

Her boyfriend returned it with one of his own, “Alright. Be right back, babe.”

She watched him weave around men and women to ask a server for directions when a low chuckle rumbled beside her. A man, who looked only a few years older than herself, stepped into her personal space with a cocky smirk and a tall glass of champagne. 

“Oh, dear, please tell me what such a beautiful young woman like yourself is doing with someone of his caliber? I hope he hasn’t been fooling you with that cheap suit.”

“Um, we’re, um,” she mumbled, too flustered to finish a single sentence. The stranger was far too close for comfort, and she could smell the stink of alcohol on his breath. She took a step back, but felt her rear bump against the table behind her, trapping her as he loomed over and shamelessly leered at her curvy figure.

“May-May!” Nolan called, “How’s it going?”

Quickly stepping behind his girlfriend to rest his arms over her small shoulders, Roy aimed his steely gaze at the newcomer, “Is this man bothering you?”

“Nonsense, I was simply indulging her with the presence of a true gentleman, after seeing her about to fall victim to one of the pathetic frauds that tend to sneak into parties like these,” the dirty look he shot Nolan was followed by another smirk, “My name is William Rudolf, a pleasure to meet you.” 

“Roy Stallion, of Team BRNZ at Shade Academy, and I believe the ‘pathetic fraud’ you were referring to was my team leader.”

His mirth simmered into a pert frown, “I see, well, perhaps you and your… befitting partners should take your leave back to school.”

Once he soaked up another eyeful of May’s body, he turned on his heel and sauntered off, leaving her with an embarrassed blush and a pit in her stomach. Brawnz suddenly returned from the restroom, confused to see his boyfriends with her. 

“Did something happen while I was away?”

She curled her arms to hook over Roy’s, trapping him close in an embrace while she stared down at her feet, “Can we just go now? Please?” 

He exchanged a look between the others, but took May’s shaky fidgeting as a sign not to press. He led his partners through the crowded ballroom, shouldering a surly woman who nearly spilled wine on her suit. 

“Hey, watch it!” she yelled, but a glance at the girl made her blink, “Wait, are you Team BRNZ?”

May turned her head, her shoulders relaxed once she saw the fascination in her eyes. 

“Um, yeah, that’s us,” she answered shyly.

“My wife’s a professor at Shade Academy, and talks about you all sometimes. You’re Ginger’s favorite students, you know.”

Nolan hip-checked Brawnz out of his way, “Aw, yes! Finally, I get to call a teacher by her first name. So long, Professor Goldgoose; hello Miss Ging!” 

“Here, I’ll give you my card,” she offered, “I’m sure you’re in Atlas to promote yourselves for future work?” 

“That’s right, but it hasn’t been working for us. Some people here are either creeps or uninterested because we don’t have any connections yet.”

She smiled at Roy, “Well, now you have me. That has to count for something, right? As for the creeps, you just have to point them out, and I’ll take care of them.” 

Watching the head developer of Human Nextwork chew out Rudolf was the highlight of their night. They were eventually escorted out of the party, however. Once they returned to their hotel room, the group took turns showering and Nolan reinserted his insulin pump as soon as he changed into his sleepwear. May played on her scroll until Brawnz wrestled it away from her, and hid it in his bag for the night. 

“Hey,” he said, “I wanted to apologize for leaving you alone like that. It was stupid on my part.”

She closed her eyes and stretched her slender legs under the covers, “Mmh, it’s not your fault. I just don’t like crowds.”

“But I should’ve been there to defend you…” 

“And you will next time,” she scooted closer and rested her head on his shoulder, “I still trust you, Brawnz. I’m not just going to lose faith in you after one pervert waited for you to leave my side for a few minutes.”

He smiled down at her, her damp hair sticking to his skin like a warm, messy kiss. When he planted one of his own on her cheek, she barely stirred, and fell asleep. Nolan soon followed after his friend, spread across the other bed like a starfish and drooling a puddle on his pillow. Brawnz had never seen Roy asleep, as he always managed to stay awake the longest, but no matter how hard to he tried to stave off sleep, it consumed him. 

And finally, Roy was alone. In the darkness, he rose out of bed, threw on his jacket, and slipped out the door. 

“Rudolph, you have no idea what you’ve just done,” he hissed.

#rwby #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #Team BRNZ #Brawnz Ni #brawnz #roy stallion #nolan porfirio #may zedong

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Who We Used To Be (Ray/Rose/Trevor)

As told by myself and @thesevenumbrellas tag teaming the whump in the 18+ JatP discord. Sev I swear we operate on the same braincell levels, we do be clowning. @bobbywilsonsupremacy  let us know what you think of this! I know you and I both hardcore ship Raybse.

Cover was created by @thesevenumbrellas​. Please don’t steal it.

This post got long so fair warning.

We wrote this in a discord server over the time span of hours so there’s some mistakes but i’m too lazy to go back and fix it all. Basically we tag teamed on a Raybse Trevor Wilson-centric whump story and can destroy a fandom with a single touch.

You’ll understand once you click the cut.

Don’t Steal Our Writing (but please reblog this to spread it around).

Trauma Time.

major whump warning

(Ren) Okay so if we're gonna be starting at 90's ot3 my children ray/bobby/Rose know that Ray is a panic bi and loves both of these humans very much with his whole ass heart.

(Ren) He takes pictures of his girlfriend and boyfriend while they’re on dates because he wants to capture the moments he was happy the most. Bobby always shed away from the camera burying his face in Rose's shoulder or leaning in for a kiss. Anyways as time goes by Ray notices Bobby's change in behavior. From being his go-happy-trauma boyf to being caught up in the music scene, often out at all hours to parties and label meetings only to come to to sleep on the couch, not even sharing the bed like he used to. It reminds Ray of the time when Bobby was grieving his boys. Ray hates it, but he loves bobby so he pushes his feelings aside to try and arrange more dates for the three of them to go on together.

(Sev) Ray waking up to only Rose in the bed and not Bobby, and it feels too cold in bed without him. So he'll try to call him, because it's 3am and he's supposed to be home and he's not. And Ray remembers what happened to Bobby's bandmates, and he can't admit it out loud but he's worried. Because what if that happens to Bobby? He knows it was a freak accident! What are the odds of it happening again?? But he can't shake that feeling when Bobby doesn't come home at night and Ray stays up all night worrying. Anyway he tries to call Bobby and Bobby doesn't answer. He'll leave loads of voicemails, trying not to be pushy because he knows Bobby doesn't respond well to that. But he's worried. He'll say "hey please call me when you get this." and then ten minutes later try again "hey just text me that you're safe okay?" He can't sleep because Bobby still isn't home. It's 5am. He has to go to work in two hours. Rose keeps telling him to go to bed but he can't.[2:58 PM]Bobby finally texts back. "I'm okay! Was playing with some friends, the gig went over time and then we went to  party." Ray wants to be angry because seriously? No phone calls because he was at a party? But he knows that'll just push Bobby away more!

(Ren) And so Ray has all of these festering emotions that boil down to worry and concern at the core but he's just so scared hes losing Bobby cause he never really had his own family to begin with and then one day when Ray comes home early from a photoshoot he can hear Bobby and Rose fighting over Bobby signing the contract that says he wrote Luke's songs but Ray just hears yelling before he even opens the door with his name thrown into the mix and then he gets even more scared because what if he loses Rose and Bobby? if he lost both of them he'd be destroyed. So he doesnt knock. He doesnt go home. Instead he walks around the city until he was supposed to go home originally and he opens the door and there's a sort of eerie silence in the air.

(Sev) Trevor’s unable to shake the feeling that something terrible will happen to Rose and Ray because he's with them. His entire family were killed in 1 night because he wasn't there with them. So at first he's clingy as fuck to Rose and Ray because what if something bad happens when he's not there? What if what if what if... But as time goes on the thinking flips. Maybe it's the music industry that's the problem. It's these weird connections in his head of if he's too successful, bad things might happen. But he can't quit music like that, he can't give up on Luke's dream. He owes his boys to become successful. So instead he distances himself from Rose and Ray. That way they won't be caught up in whatever bad thing is going to happen to him. He distances himself and he waits for it all to drop. He waits for the universe to punish him again.

(Ren) And the universe punishes Bobby when the tension between him and Rose tightens so much he knows there's no going back from it but he's not admitting to stealing the songs because he didn't. He helped Luke write all of the songs more than Alex and Reggie ever did, staying up late with Luke after fights with his mom and Bobby didn’t want Luke to be alone so yeah, he wrote the songs. Maybe not as much as he claimed but he sure as hell made sure his brother wasn’t alone so that counted for something right? And it did. Until Rose kicks him out of bed because she's pissed he'd even consider stealing music and he cant tell Ray because of the NDA the label got him to sign at a party when he was drunk and the only reason Rose knows about it is because she was there when he signed the damn thing and so Bobby pulls away from Ray because isnt it going to be easier in the long run? If he doesn’t attach himself to Ray who'll just get angry at him like Rose did?

(Sev) It's the guilt that grows inside of him every passing day. They're my songs too he tells himself over and over again. But during the dark nights, three glasses of whisky in when the world is getting hazy... even he can't believe the lies he tells himself. He fucked up Sunset Curve. He fucked up his friends' memories. And now he fucked up the only good thing he'd ever had. Ray texts him nonstop. He doesn't understand why Rose kicked Bobby out and he doesn't understand why Bobby listened. Bobby can't take Ray away from Rose. He's fucked up and a terrible person, but even he can't do that. He doesn't give Ray his new address. He refuses to meet up even for Ray to give him his stuff back. All Bobby can do is hold onto Ray's sweatshirt he stole away and a bottle of perfume the same brand Rose always wears. He cradles these things in his arms and cries.

(Ren) And that's the last he sees of Ray for all of 5 years, 20yr old puppy-dog eyed loving precious ray who Bobby would run to the second Rose says its okay. But rose never does. And then Bobby meets a cute blonde and six months later the barista shows up on his doorstep shoving Carrie into his arms calling her a bastard child. Carrie is not a bastard child Carrie is his and he loves her the second he sets eyes on her and so Bobby turns into Trevor when the new year rolls around and he starts his own album. It doesn’t do as well as Luke's his first album did but it was his. And then one day Trevor signs Carrie up for dance because Trisha from first grade made fun of her for not being able to do the splits and on the way out of the dance studio Trevor bumps into Ray, a terrified looking girl clutched to his leg. Carrie doesn't miss a beat. "Hi! I'm Carrie let's be friends!" and Carrie drags Ray's daughter off and Trevor shifts awkwardly and is suddenly 17 again but Ray's eyes still twinkle like the did when they were kids and he's still wearing eyeliner so Trevor almost missed it when a flicker of recognition crosses Ray’s face and a smile quirks at the corners of his lips and he says, "hi im Ray, thats my daughter Julie. Wanna go out for a drink?" With that same mischievous glint in his eye that made Bobby fall in love with him in the first place.

(Sev) Trevor almost stops breathing. He should say no. He knows he should say no. He's an awful person. He doesn't deserve someone like Ray. He never deserved either of them. He knows that. But can't force himself to say no. Maybe it's the twinkle in Ray's eyes. Maybe it's the soul crushing loneliness he's felt ever since he left them. Or maybe it's the way Carrie and Julie are giggling in the corner like they've known each other all their lives. He says yes. The drink ends up at a family friendly restaurant with both the girls in tow.

(Ren) Rose shows up because Ray the asshole apparently texted her while he was in the car saying he met one of Julie's friend's parents and wanted to go out on a date (keeping things pg ofc) aklsdf. And when Rose does show up Trevor sees how... sick she looks. How much paler she looked than she did all those years ago how - he still knew he loved her even if she still decided she hated him.

(Sev) The mood drops quickly. Trevor wants to ask about Rose, but not in front of the kids. Ray wants to ask about their past, but not in front of the kids. Rose... Rose who holds all the answers... doesn't know where to start first. She had never regretted not telling Ray the truth. She never wanted to change Ray's perception of Bobby like that. Ray who looked at their boyfriend as if he'd hung the moon. Ray who stayed up worrying all night until Bobby came home. Ray who held Bobby through countless nightmares... But that makes the truth staring them in the face so much harder. Because she never gave Ray the choice. She realized that a few years too late after she catches Ray staring at old pictures of Bobby in their photo albums. She'd made the choice for him. And then there's Trevor... still beautiful, staring at her with so much concern her heart breaks all over again.

(Ren) The tension doesn't fly over Carrie's head like he hoped it would, she talks to Julie about My Little Pony and Pokemon and High School Musical and their mutual hatred for Trisha from school but Carrie's hand never lets go of his and he finally plucks up the courage and stretches his arm out and says "we're vegetarian for the most part, hope that's okay." And a smile quirks at the corner of her lips and she asks "for the most part?" and Trevor nods and Carrie pipes up from her seat saying "daddy hates hot dogs,” in that blatant fact kind of way kids say things without realizing how problematic it could be. It wasn’t her fault though, Trevor has yet to tell her about her uncles, about how he was in a band, about how they were going to be legends.

(Sev) Rose and Ray both freeze at Carrie's voice. He doesn't know if the girls notice, because he's too busy trying to fight back the panic in his throat. It's been a long time since anyone had brought up ... what happened. It's easy to pretend it didn't happen when his name is Trevor and no one knows him. But these two people know him. They know him more than anyone else ever has. Even the boys. The truth hits him hard at that moment. A truth he'd been avoiding for almost two decades. Ray and Rose know him better than even he knew himself. Maybe that was why Rose had been so furious with him, or why Ray continued to chase after him even months after he moved out. Trevor hides the building panic and sudden realization with a smile. "What an I say," he said as causally as he can. "I'm a picky eater." A few hours later they end up back at the Molina's house. Bobby has no idea how it happened. -No, Trevor has no idea how it happened, he scolds himself. He's Trevor. He has to be Trevor. Trevor got him this far, Trevor made the difficult choices. Bobby was the one who got his friends kill and destroyed the best relationship he ever had. Still, it becomes harder and harder to remind himself of that. To stop himself from slipping into the comfortable shoes of Bobby, boyfriend of Ray and Rose as if the past 17 years had never happened. He finds himself on their sofa, a sofa that brings back memories both good and bad... he finds himself in a familiar home, his old studio just a short walk away, his ex's giggling in the kitchen as they make his coffee the way he's always liked it without asking for a reminder.

(Ren) Trevor can remember the day he stopped drinking the coffee Ray made for him, the morning after his first fight with Rose, when he wakes up cold because Rose basically cocooned herself around Ray's body, keeping her back turned to him and as much as he wanted to reach out to Ray, to hug him and comfort him and tell him it was all going to be okay... everything was too stuffy and too tense and deciding he just had to leave because he was going to suffocate otherwise.

(Sev) He should leave, just like last time. What was he even doing here? He should take Carrie and- Then Ray's in front of him, pushing a hot cup into is hands. "The girls are playing upstairs," he says. His voice is so calm, so understanding. "We don't have to talk if you don't want to." Trevor almost laughs. Because that's so like Ray. Almost a decade without answers and he's giving Trevor the option to ignore it all. To pretend like nothing ever happened. But he can't be that selfish again. So he shakes his head. "I'd... like to talk to you... to both of you."

(Ren) And then suddenly rose is eyeing him sus but he's been putting this off for to long and honestly fuck his label because they screwed him over one too many times for him to still even consider their relationship anything other than employee-client1[4:06 PM]and so Trevor takes a sip of Ray's coffee holy shit how did go so long without it?! and he explains it. he explains everything.

(Sev) Ray doesn't speak as Trevor explains. He never interrupts or even look surprised. His face is completely unreadable. He doesn't move until Trevor's done. And then once he is, he only stands up to start pacing the room. Trevor's oddly reminded of Alex as he does so,  and the memory is enough to make him flinch. "This... this is what you two have been hiding from me for so long?" he asked, voice brittle. "This is... this is what cost us... I mean..." But he can't finish. Ray just shakes his head, back to both Rose and Trevor.

(Ren) Suddenly he's seventeen again. Seventeen and a mess in Ray's arms burying his face into the man's chest finally feeling the weight of the world lift off of his shoulders and suddenly Rose is hugging him from behind, her too-skiny bone arms snaking around his chest and hugging him tightly threatening to never let him go saying "amour," and pressing a kiss to the back of his head, "amour we never stopped loving you."

(Sev)It's like no time has passed by the time he's done crying his eyes out. They're all huddled on a sofa that was always too small for three. Trevor's in the middle, clutching at them both as if they're going to disappear on him. Ray sits with his legs underneath them, his arms pulling the both of them into his chest. And then there's Rose, suddenly so much more delicate than Trevor remembers. She sits half on his lap, curled into them, her fingers knotted in his hair. "I can't believe you two kept this from me," Ray whispers. There's no anger. He doesn't think Ray's ever been capable of being angry. "I'm sorry," Trevor whispers, throat raw from tears. Ray answers with a firm kiss to his temple. "We wasted so much time..."

(Ren) Trevor just lays between them in their bed, nothing sexual and nothing tense it’s just them being together and Rose playing with his now-long hair, braiding it right down the middle despite it being too long for others to braid. Her fingers feel nice as they tug at his roots, familiar and a sense of calm washes over him. He lets ray fop on top of him like they used to, burying his head in his chest just listening to his heart beat, his steady constant breathing because Ray used to be afraid one day he'd wake up and Bobby would be dead too. Rose humming lightly, soft lullabies that chased away dark thoughts and Trevor just finds it so comforting, a feeling of home he hasn't had since the day he left and so he wraps his arms around Rose and Ray tight, promising himself he won't screw up his second time around.

(Sev) It's a few hours later when he speaks again. The girls are asleep in Julie's room (delighted at their surprise sleepover.) Ray's almost nodded off, head resting against Trevor's chest. But Rose is wide awake. She's laid out, tangled between them, eyes focused on something far away. He can see it more clearly now. The tremble in her hands, the way she's so still, the circles around her eyes. He takes her hand in his. "What is it?"

(Ren) And Trevor wants it to be a prank, he wants the sinking feeling in his gut twisting around his heart, the same feeling he had the morning of Sunset Curve's Orpheum performance coiling up his spine to go away. He wants everything to be okay, that he told the truth, that he was forgiven, that the universe was finally on his side for once but of course it's not because when has it ever been.  Rose's fingers run lightly over his knuckles and Ray wraps his arm around him from behind, his hands resting against Trevor's chest, something solid for him to focus on and as a tear starts to roll down Rose's cheek he reaches up to brush it away, running his hand through her hair only to pull out a clump as he pulled away but he couldn't run when his instincts to run kick in like they always used to do when situations turned emotional, bury it in his mind and lock up his worries like he always did but this wasn't going to be something he could run from.

(Sev) Life is not the fantasy or a fairy tale. There are no happy endings, only happy moments. He'd like to say they picked up right where they left off, Rose lived until a ripe old age, and they never fought again. But he'd be lying. It was hard to fold their lives back into place again, especially with Carrie and Julie. To just pick up after their seventeen year old selves was an impossible dream. But they could do breakfast. And breakfast became dinner. Dinner became one date which became two which became many. It took trouble and care, but they slotted themselves back into each other's lives again. There were lunch dates, and movie nights. There were late night wine dates and early morning coffee dates. They found their happy moments. A decade of separation had smoothed out the rough edges. If Trevor stormed out after a harsh argument, he'd return the next day with flowers and apologies. If Rose snapped and lost her temper, she'd take herself off for a walk to cool down. If Ray was bothered by something, he'd speak up instead of pushing it all down. They found their happy moments. And when 1 month became 1 year, they celebrated with moving boxes and a new, bigger couch. When 1 year became 2, they celebrated with promise rings and whispers of a better future between light kisses. 3 years became 4, became 5, and so on... They found their happy moments. But life is not a fantasy or a fairy tale. Their story ends in a hospital. Rose dies with both her husbands at her side, with both her daughters and son clutching on her hands. She dies with a smile on her face, knowing she is not leaving them to suffer alone. Ray and Trevor grieve together.

(Ren) And this time the girls are the ones who get into the fight but Trevor and Ray are there for Julie and Carrie no matter what they're fighting over carrie told julie she liked flynn but julie said flynn was hers first and doesnt understand how she can feel squishy love for two people. And this time the girls are the ones who get into the fight but Trevor and Ray are there for Julie and Carrie no matter what they're fighting over carrie told julie she liked flynn but julie said flynn was hers first and doesnt understand how she can feel squishy love for two people. They stick to their daughters through the worst of it but they don’t let the girl’s fighting rip into them too. It’s not what Rose would’ve wanted for them, it’s not what she would’ve wanted for Julie or Carrie either.

(Sev) And when Julie plays with her ghost band, it's much earlier that Trevor recognizes who she's playing with.

(Ren) Luke’s mad at first, ofc he is but after everything is explained and out in the open Trevor finds himself at home in a building that never felt like home despite the fact he grew up in it.

#trevor wilson #raybse #ray/rose/bobby #ray molina #rose molina #fanfiction #headcanons #whump #angst #18+ jatp discord #we do be whumping today #sev and i are clowns and had too much freetime today #i hope you all liked this slice of whump #bobby whump #ren write's #sev's writing #this is so chaotic #i love it #sev i love you #i broke your rule #oh well #julie molina #carrie wilson #ren rambles #look #i'm so bored right now #i needed to do this #ren has no regrets #neither does sev #we do be going after alex tomorrow

[90s-sapnap]

MCYT Preferences - How you met

》Dream《

. You were a small Minecraft streamer, streaming usually to 100-500 people. But you were entirely unaware that Dream was among those few hundred viewers. One Tuesday night, he saw that you were streaming, and decided to stream himself, just to raid you. Explaining to his fans that they were going to raid you, they all agreed and hopped into your channel. Your jaw dropped when you saw your views jump from 300 to 3,000. Asking who raided you, someone admitted it was Dream, and soon, you both seemed to be falling for each other.

》Sapnap《

. You were Dream's younger sister. Being a known gamer among the MCYT, Austin invited you to Love or Host FT. Sapnap. Knowing Sapnap, he'd probably eliminate you out first- but to your surprise, he didn't. And to even more of your surprise, you were the last one.

》GeorgeNotFound 《

. You never really noticed George that much, the only thing you really did know about him was that he was a Minecraft Gamer and he lived in the same building as you. One day though, he 'accidentally' bumped into you, and you realized how charming he actually is. Little did you know that you were falling for him

》Wilbur Soot《

. You were the Sister of the one and only, Karl Jacobs. Loving Wilbur's songs, she often sang them when she was alone, but one day, Karl secretly recorded her and sent her the Wilbur. He found it cute, and before they knew it, they were talking to each other every day.

》Karl Jacobs《

. You always knew Karl- but to your disappointment, he didn't really pay much attention to you. One overcast afternoon, you were walking down the streets of North Carolina, and he spilled your coffee that you were drinking, spilling it all over your shirt. You immediately recognized him and stared at him in awe. He looked confused for a moment "Do you need something?" "You're actually a lot smaller than I thought..." Y/n said teasingly, making the brunet frown. To Karl's surprise, he knew that voice. It was that streamer he watched for days on end.

》BadBoyHalo《

. You were walking down a crowded and surprisingly busy street, watching your favorite Youtuber, BadBoyHalo. You weren't looking as you started to cross the street, not noticing the speeding car that was coming for you. Suddenly, someone pulled you back and you landed softly onto something- no someone. Looking down, you realized that it was your idol who had saved you, and immediately, you both started to hit off.

》Tommy Innit《

. You were buying chips- since you had run out of it- you of course were watching your favorite streamer, Tommy Innit. He was perfect in every way possible in your eyes. You attempted to grab the Ketchup Lays that were on the top shelf, but to your dismay, you couldn't reach them. Someone grabbed it and handed it to you, causing you to turn a bit red. "Oh -er thanks-" you started, but froze when you saw it was Tommy standing behind you. He laughed "I see you like to watch my streams"

》Fundy《

.You were Quackity's twin sister, and of course, you were a streamer too, just less noticed. One day, Quackity invited her to play in a Minecraft server with his friends, one of them being Fundy himself. The unfamiliar guy seemed to stand out to you, and before you knew it Quackity was setting you two up.

》Tubbo《

. You never really liked Tubbo, ever. To you, he was just an annoying kid who liked to annoy and bother you. Little did you know he always secretly like you. Your brother, Sapnap, tried to convince you he really was a nice guy and you should give him a chance, but being very stubborn, you never gave in. Eventually, Tubbo stopped when he realized that you'd probably never like him and you'd probably not notice, and of course, you noticed. He barely ever talked to you, but when he did, it was only for a short amount of time. Maybe Sapnap was right because soon, you admitted that you liked him.

》Quackity《

. You always knew the Quackity, not that you played Minecraft that much, but after all, you were George's sister. Out of everyone, Quackity stood out to you. George quickly realized your change in behavior and that you had feelings for him and he set you two upon a "Discord Date".

》Techno Blade《

. You were Bad's younger sister. In other words, the Queen of Insults. Every time that Techno insulted or teased Bad, he threatened to bring you into it, and since Techno you could beat his ass, he never went too far. That is until Techno went to far, and Bad brought you to the 'battlefield' Let's just say you both were spitting insults at each other for the rest of the day.

A/n

JSJSJSJSJ The last one got me cackling for some reason.

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“Another Woman’s Treasure”

Sam threw the glass of whiskey back, hissing at the stinging sensation as he sat it back on the tray, asking for another refill. Tonight, he wasn’t in the mood for this engagement party. He looked over to his future wife, a spoiled brat indeed. She started off as a good friend of the family, someone who he didn’t see more than that but fell victim of their mothers interference and nagging. He wasn’t going to engage into the foolery, but he prematurely proposed to her under the influence of alcohol and pure horniness. He wasn’t going to lie, he tried to get out of it but only gave up the fight due to belief that it wouldn’t be that bad. She wasn’t a bad girl, but there just wasn’t no romantic feelings nor love there. It was more of a long distance friendship type of love but even that was a reach.

“Here you go, Mr. Evans.”

Sam came out of his thoughts when the woman appeared with him a new drink, downing that immediately and sat it on the tray before picking up the second glass as well. He looked at her and smiled, “Keep them coming, sweetheart.”

“Will do.”

He turned his attention back to the guest, who were mingling, when he caught his mother’s eyes. He forced a smile once she sent one to him, she was his mother, so she probably knew that it wasn’t a real one but then again, she had been busying herself with her future daughter in law and the wedding planning. This was going to be a long night. Feeling someone come beside him, he knew who it was without even looking, “I’m surprised you showed up, Sarah.”

“Almost didn’t.” The woman spoke as she moved her straight brunette hair back behind her right ear, “It’s not too late to call this sham off because you and I both know she’s not the one for you and you’re definitely not in love like you’re pretending to be.”

“How you know I‘m not?”

“Please Sam.” His sister said without another fit of explanation, picking up the champagne flute and thanking the man with a smile before she began to scan the room, “How they are isn’t even close to how we are. That bitch and her family are no good.”

“Don’t be like that. She’s a sweet girl.”

“If that lie doesn’t keep you up at night, why should it for me?” Sarah chuckled as she pressed her lips against the glass, shaking her head before walking off, “Mark my words, this thing won’t go beyond this tonight. Just wait, big brother.”

Back in the kitchen, the caterers were busing around getting trays of drinks and hors d’oeuvres out for the crowd in their normal routine, but for some reason tonight, they were a tad bit more busier with the alcoholic drinks going out.

“Who’s in charge?”

The woman, who sitting the glasses on the tray for one of the severs, turned her head towards the entrance door of the kitchen, raising a brow at the woman, “I am.”

The rich woman stared at the girl, giving a cold glare for no apparent reason other than the fact that she could, “Don’t send anymore appetizers out. The main dishes need to be prepped and out in the next thirty minutes. No guest should have anything cold on their plate.”

“Do I hear a please in there? Matter of fact your rudeness needs to be cut from the tone you miserable bit-” A boy mumbled, causing the woman next to him to distinctly step on his foot, prompting him to speak in the full volume of his voice, “Ouch Mercedes.”

Mercedes gave him a look before her eyes turned back to the woman, giving her a respectful nod. Usually she didn’t take anyone talking to her in the way she did but her boss told her that this particular job tonight, she needed to bite her tongue because they were all going to get a healthy bump in their paycheck. She didn’t put money before verbal aggression but in this case, she would because she needed it.

“Miserable Bitch.” He said loudly once the woman was out of sight, “That’s what I was trying to call that hag. I try to respect my elders and never call women out of their name but she’s been pushing it all night. And plus, she’s acting like she’s the one who’s paying us.”

“I know, we only have a few more hours.” Mercedes reassured the youngest of the staff, watching as he huffed out before picking up the tray and heading back out, “Hang in there baby.”

Zachary, Mercedes’ best friend and colleague, met him coming into the kitchen, heading over to her, “All I know is that we better be getting a good bonus because I have bit my tongue so much, I might have to go to the ER.”

Mercedes gave him a sympathetic look before setting the glasses on two more trays, “Yeah, I’m about ready to go at this point, but I need the check bad this month. Things haven’t been good.”

“I know you don’t want to ask your family, but you know you have me and Kels, right? Put the pride aside, we got you.”

“I know.” She told him with a small frown, “I’m grateful but I can’t because you guys have your own family.”

“Shut the hell up with all that.” Zachary said in a way he told her all the time when he saw her stressed and refused help. Him and Mercedes have been friends since they were in pampers, and every since he has known her, she has always had to stubborn, independent stance within herself. He hated it, “We got you. End of discussion. What’s ours is yours, you know that. Now give me the damn tray.”

“Yes sir.” Mercedes mumbled as she handed one off to him then the other server, watching as the walked out.

The next hour had went by without a hitch, thankfully, for the the crew. Mercedes was leaned against the wall, watching as the speeches were made and the interactions between the couple. Usually, after dinner was served, this was her favorite part. Seeing the love between others always brought a smile to her face, but tonight, something felt so inorganic this time around. The groom for one seemed uninterested in everything, and the bride was too busy showing off her ring to everyone more than anything else. Most couples couldn’t be apart from one another on this joyous occasion. It just felt wrong. Hearing the applauses, she saw the groom’s sister come and announce that she had a special video for the couple.

What started off as innocent pictures of them from their childhood, turned into something unimaginable. Mercedes’ mouth went wide as she stared in horror at the video, her eyes traveling to find to Zachary, who was standing next to her in the same position, then the groom, who’s face was unreadable.

You couldn’t hear a pin drop when the video finally shut off. On it was photos of the bride, which looked taken by a PI, making out with some man numerous times that was obviously not her fiancé. What made it even worse was that the same man was here, due to the picture of her dressed in what she was now. Lily, Sam’s fiancée, looked at him in horror, making her way to him, “Babe...it’s not what it looks like.”

“Oh, it is.” Sam glared at her before moving away, a mixture of joy, anguish, and pity in the eyes of the guest, speaking loud enough for everyone to hear, “Party’s over. Engagement’s off. Everyone have a great night.”

Mercedes watched as he walked out the room, his ex-fiancé and their parents following closely behind as well. The mumblings about what just happened rose amongst the guest as the started to file out of the venue. She came out of her thoughts when she heard one of her colleagues speak.

“Guess it’s a short night for us. Let’s get to packing up.”

Mercedes started to head to the back, busing herself to get things in order so they could leave expeditiously and that they did within the hour. Her and Zachary were the only ones left, finishing up the last of the kitchen, which wasn’t much.

Zachary looked at his watch and eyes went wide, “Shit, Kelsey’s going to kill me. I was so wrapped in this drama.”

“Go, I can manage the rest.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

Zachary kissed her on her forehead before heading out, “I love you.”

“Tell her I said hi.” She called after him, shaking her head when he told her he would and was going to tell about her situation. She shook her head as she moved the dolly towards the counter. Turning back around, she gasped when she ran into someone, eyes going up and seeing it was the man of the night, “I’m sorry, Mr. Evans.”

“Sam, just call me Sam and there’s no need to apologize.” Sam told her, making his way to the other side of the counter, grabbing a paper towel to dry his hands. Truthfully, Sam was hoping that everyone was gone and had accidentally left a bottle of anything brown down there.

Mercedes eyed him carefully before gathering up the cork screws and placing them in the bag.

Sam’s attention was on her. Seeing the uniform, he took obvious note that she was part of the catering crew. He had used them last year but has never seen her before, “I bet this was one of the most entertaining receptions you’ve ever worked.”

“Nothing’s entertaining about what happened.” Mercedes told the man truthfully as she threw the unusable cling wrap in the trash, “You didn’t deserve that.”

Sam watched her movements closely, seeing her at ease as she quickly straighten up the counter. She then moved over to grab the leftover, never opened champagne bottles, stopping her, “Leave one.”

Mercedes glanced at him and nodded, sitting one of the bottles down before she grabbed four, a talent in Sam’s eyes, and placed them in the box.

Sam grabbed two champagne flutes from behind him, sitting them on the counter before swooping the bottle up. He opened the top, somehow avoiding the dramatic spill that comes along with it and poured the liquid into the flutes. He looked at Mercedes once she turned back around, picking up one and gesturing to her, “Have a drink with me.”

“Mr. Eva-urm, Sam.” She corrected as she shook her head, refusing the drink, “I’m still at work.”

“I’ll handle Laura if she so happens to pop up.” He sent her a lopsided grin in reference to her boss, pleading eyes, “Please, for a poor man whose heart just got broken.”

Mercedes pursed her lips and raised a brow, muttering and not realizing that she was that loud when she spoke, “You’re not torn up about it like one would expect.”

Guilty. Sam stared at her seriously, speaking honestly, “Maybe I just want to have a drink with the one genuine, beautiful soul I have met tonight. Who, may I add, have been nothing but nice and professional for the past ten minutes. Hard work pays off and this is your pay off.”

Mercedes rolled her eyes at the guilt trip, mumbling but not admitting how his words made her feel some type of way, “Fine.”

Sam smiled triumphantly as she took the flute, clinking his glass again hers before moving back and taking a sip.

Mercedes did the same, the bubbling alcohol stinging as it went down her throat. To be honest, she wasn’t much of a drinker but she would indulge in the kindness of the client.

“Not a drinker, aye?” Sam took note from the features on her face, laughing a bit when she shook her head and sat the glass down.

“Far form it.” She managed to get out with a snort.

“Maybe I should’ve ask if you’re even old to drink.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Mercedes laughed a bit before resuming back to her work, “I’m old enough to rent a car then add seven more years.”

“Wow.” Was all he said, causing the woman to look at him with a raised brow, he shook his head, “A good wow.”

Mercedes smiled as she leaned against the counter, “Is there anything...” she stopped when she heard her phone ring, grabbing from her pocket to look at the screen, “Excuse me for a second.”

Sam watched as she left out, his eyes wandering over to the platters that was wrapped up. He took a seat and grabbed one, placing it in his lap and picking one. He haven’t even gotten a chance to eat due to all the drama that went on. He powered through three of the delicious croissant sandwiches when Mercedes came, her phone call taking a littler longer than expected, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, my babysitter was just checking in.” She said absently as she looked at him, seeing the surprised look on his face puzzled her, “What?”

“You have a kid?”

“Kids. Six month old twin girls, Bronx and Brooklynn.”

Sam caught her smile get bigger at the mention of her daughters, watching as she showed him her lock screen. Present were two brown skinned, hazel doe-eyed, chubby cheeked little girls giving gummy smiles, “They’re beautiful.” Sam complimented, his eyes going back to her to ask a question, “Is the father in the picture...oh shit, I’m just all in your business, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Mercedes giggled as tucked her phone back into her pocket, going back over to finish stacking the things on the dolly, “Their father was a cheating bastard. Slept with someone, who I thought was my friend, during my whole pregnancy and ended up getting her pregnant. He’s with her now, raising their child and don’t acknowledge my girls.”

“That’s....that’s fucked up.” Sam said bluntly, a frown plastered on his face. He had known this woman all of twenty minutes and was pissed that anyone would treat her and her innocent children like that.

Mercedes shrugged as she moved around, placing a few napkins in front of him so he can use, “It is what it is. I didn’t and will never dwell on it. I’m just trying to make a living for me and my babies. It’s hard, but I’m doing what I need to do.”

“And from what I can tell, you’re doing a hell of a job. Seriously. I commend you for it because having a child, let alone twins, is a lot.“

Mercedes smiled at him, “Thank you.”

Before Sam could respond and ask her some more about herself, he heard the sound of heels clicking against the hardwood, a familiar face appearing as her voice ran out.

“Mercedes, you were suppose to check in thirty minutes ago.” Laura stopped when she noticed that Sam was in the kitchen too, “Oh, Mr. Evans, I didn’t know you were in here. Hopefully Mercedes wasn’t bothering you.”

“She wasn’t.” Sam spoke before Mercedes could, giving the woman a pointed look, “Matter of fact, I was the one bothering her with my venting and held her up.”

“Oh, well that’s quite alright.” She waved off, earning a side eye from Mercedes, “I’m sorry for tonight.”

“Don’t be.” He pulled an envelope from inside of his suit jacket, handing it over to her, “Here’s the rest of your payment, plus some extra for the staff for the snobbish attitudes that they may have encountered from her side.”

“That’s very generous of you, Mr. Evans. Thank you.” Laura smiled at him before her eyes darted to Mercedes then him again, “And I’m sorry once more, but I kind of need my employee back so we can get going.”

“No, it’s okay.” He pushed off the counter, grabbing the platter and champagne to take with him, giving Mercedes a smile, “Thank you for being a listening ear and feeding my stomach.”

“It wasn’t a problem. You try to have a wonderful rest of the night, Mr. Evans.”

“I kind of already did talking to you.” Sam sent her a wink before heading out, leaving the two women alone.

Laura’s eyes back to Mercedes with a raised brow, opening her mouth for a question but Mercedes beat her to it.

“I’m done in here.” She grabbed the dolly and headed out, trying to avoid any questions that the woman may have had for her.

Mercedes mumbled as she headed through the crowded grocery store, cursing at there literally being no baskets left. She didn’t know why she just didn’t do this earlier and was regretting not bringing the stroller with her, prematurely thinking that she would’ve had a basket for the two girls occupying both sides of her hips. She sighed as she looked at them, “Looks like Mommy is going to have to just come back tomorrow.”

“Or not.” A voice came behind her, causing the woman with the children to whip around, familiar green eyes staring back at her with a smile, “You can have mine.”

Mercedes smiled at the man, who she last saw a month ago at his disastrous party, “Sam, hi.”

“Hi.” He had saw her when she first came in. He knew that the baskets were gone because he had grabbed the last one, “It’s good to see you.”

“You too and you don’t have to give me your basket. I’m sure you have things to get too.” She chuckled softly as one of her antsy daughter’s, Bronx, started to wiggle in her arms.

“It’s quite alright, you obviously need it more.” He commented as he looked at the little girls, who were a tad bit older from the picture he saw last month, “So, these are the little cherubs that were on your lock screen?”

“Yes, the one who is trying to escape my arm is Bronx and the always so calm one on my left is Brooklynn.” She watched as Bronx stared at the man curiously, a smile breaking out of her face as she leaned out of her mother’s arm for him, catching the woman by surprise. She never did that for anyone, especially strangers.

“May I?” Sam asked first, watching as the mother nodded before he picked her up, “Hey there cutie pie.”

Mercedes felt sudden relief of the extra weight being lifted but abandonment at the same time. She adjusted Brooklyn on her hip, shaking her head, “She usually doesn’t like people.”

“Guess I’m an exception.” Sam laughed as his eyes went back to hers, “But really, the basket, you can have. I can wait.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“Thank you.” She told the man, shaking her head, “I’m sorry, how rude of me, how have you been?”

“Good.” He responded as he walked forward a bit, sitting the little girl in the seat part of the basket, watching as a pout took over her lips but she didn’t cry. He watched as Mercedes placed Brooklyn in there as well, thankful that this was the basket that was capable of sitting them both, “I’m going to be honest here, I’m glad I ran into you because I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that night.”

The keys that occupied her hand slipped but Sam was quicker, catching them before they fell to the ground. Her eyes were shocked at the admission, not knowing what to say, “Huh?”

Sam knew he caught her off guard but it was nothing but the truth. That night, Mercedes had made it worth the pretense of it all and he was really grateful that it turned out the way it did. Her presence drew him to her and he knew exactly why. This woman, only talking to her for the short amount of time he did, was the one. Something he didn’t feel with any of his exes, “I fought for a whole month on whether to call Laura and ask for your number. Funny enough, today was going to be the day I did but look at fate interfering. I want to ask if you would like to go out on a date sometime.”

Mercedes looked at him in surprise at his words, not believing that this was happening, “Me?”

“Yes you.”

Mercedes gave him a skeptical stare, shaking her head, still trying to wrap her mind around the fact that this man was asking her out, “You can have any girl you want. You’re in your prime, newly single, handsome, have a great job, and no children. I’m a single mother with twins, who gets paid minimal wage. Why?”

“Why not?” Sam watched as she ducked her head shyly, a smile tugging on his lips when he saw the realization on her face that she didn’t have a comeback, “One thing you should know about me, I’m not like them. You’re beautiful, smart, caring, real, hardworking and a great mother to your daughters. What more can a guy ask for?”

Mercedes lifted her head. No man, besides her father, had spoken so highly of her. And here he was. After that night, he left an impression on her and it was more than the act of him being so nonchalant about being cheated on. He was right, he wasn’t like anybody there, snotty, nor belittled the staff, he treated her and she would guess everyone else as equals. That’s what drew her to him, but she didn’t act on it for the simple fact that he probably wouldn’t see her in a romantic way. Deading that idea that night, she went on about her life, until those thoughts and feelings she had resurfaced in this moment. The sincerity in his voice and eyes was all she needed to know that he was serious and because of that, she was willing to give him a chance, “Okay.”

The smile spread so wide on the man’s lips, repeating her words, “Okay.”

Mercedes couldn’t help the heat of cheeks as she stared underneath his gaze, the only thing breaking their trance was her daughter reaching over and throwing the chips down, “Bronx, no.”

The little girl looked at her and giggled, causing Sam to do so as well as he picked it up and placing it back on the shelf, “How about this count as a predate? While we’re shopping, we’ll get to know each other better. What’d you say?”

The smile couldn’t leave Mercedes’ face if she wanted it to, “I’d like that.”

As she shopped, Sam stayed beside her every step of the way doing exactly what he intended to do. Get to know her and vice versa. This grocery trip was full of information and laughter between the two, and the unnecessary need for ease because it was already there.

#samcedes #samcedes fanfiction #samcedes one shot

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✂ please

✂ - A vivid memory

So why do I get the job of babysitter?

The response was sighed almost like even answering such a question was putting him out his way to do while he shuffled the papers around his desk in some grand display.

To be blunt it’s your human heritage. Given what happened recently the lady in question is incredibly on edge and is more likely to respond to someone she can share a superficial connection with and by irony you will appear the least threatening. A glamour mask while plausible is a risk higher than I would prefer and Otto after the last incident in heels is surprisingly an even worse option for this particular assignment.

Seriously?

Humans are prone to cliques as much as anyone else, Nomura, of all we have available you are the most suited. Get the information we need while keeping her alive and get out - The task will be simple enough if a little duller than you are accustomed to.

The storming out with the stuffed manila envelope tucked away under her arm was not particularly subtle but then she was furious, what had the idiot expected her reaction to be? Being pleasing to the eye to some random cretin was despised but at least rarely lasted more than a couple of hours. Being pleasant to people or her fellow changelings she had no interest in as why would she care to be nice for backstabbers? The idea of having to consistently be the latter where she would have to play up the little ditzy fairy who knew not a thought like most in this era was infuriating pressing assignment or not.

On top of that the data she had been given was vague at best. Apparently this is an Asian American second generation named Hannah (Hana) Sakai who had somehow managed to land herself a job likely because of a few strings being pulled to allow her a foot in the door and gave a title that was a fancy way of saying drink server. Lived alone, had a small dog and most importantly had somehow managed to get her hands on particularly sensitive information that would be to their benefit if it was misplaced in the correct direction. She was probably too stupid to even realise what she even had, they usually were from experience.

The first meeting came with a surprise in just how easy this Hannah was to talk to for somebody who took professional conduct to all endeavours and certainly was no one’s friend. It started from the way her face had lit up even when they had done little more than a simple exchange of pleasantries, made apologies for what she was made to go through and how useless the (All male naturally) police force were being about the attempted break in. Nomura, unable to resist the temptation, had snarked about how the broken glass still scattered in the carpet was probably more useful than the so called law enforcement to receive the most unexpected reaction of uproarious laughter and told she couldn’t be more right. What was only supposed to be a few minute chat for introductions somehow managed to keep her there for nearly an hour bonding over the sheer annoyance of being treated like an exotic instead of a person by all and sundry.

The second meeting came within a few days this time in a small street side café because she hadn’t felt safe enough at home when the window was still boarded up and someone was kindly looking after Bichu on her behalf. They talked about work with the changeling claiming she was a local library assistant but was often stuck in the backrooms because the lead didn’t like the idea of her being seen and distracting the patrons while she mentioned how the men at her own office treated her more like a servant than staff. On the sly she mentions that it did happen to make it easier to overhear things when people forget you’re there then acts like there was nothing said at all. The smile she gave was genuine.

The third one came at the end of the week after the expected pilgrimage to church had finally concluded with a thank you for being willing to wait. While walking between the headstones they talked about the desire to get their own back on their respective bosses but not quite daring to go through with it because of the risk of being caught and the fallout it would cause when they already stand out but they entertain the idea of it in conversation anyway. They began to nudge one another in the shoulder with some of the more excitable of their ideas being chucked about keen to get meticulous in details and desired results. She was happy to simply take her mind off the threats that had started to appear in her post box that very morning while Nomura caught glimpses of someone trying to follow though they balked when she glared right at them. F they kept this up a message would need to be sent.

The final one came in the little apartment Hannah had be put up in after she had complained about someone who had tried to break the front door in of her home leaving heavy indents obvious to everyone. From where she is sat politely in the high-backed chair with ankles crossed Nomura had noticed how the girl kept looking towards a particular desk drawer she sat beside whenever she talked about how worried she was getting about the threats though made no grand show of it. When a drink is offered there is a pause in talking about the latest book shipment to lean across to take the wine glass offered and clinked it in solidarity for good health despite the hostile world outside. A hand is gently patted with her free one and she added reassurance that as useless as they are even they can’t miss how unsubtle they’re being going after her. The expression she is given back is light as silk.

When there is a dull thud at the front door causing Hannah to apologise while she goes to collect whatever just came in she waited to the very second she was out of sight before quickly taking the opportunity to raid the spot in question that contained the all-important coded slip. After slipping it into a concealed pocket of her dress where even if someone happened to bump into her they could not realise it was there thanks to the stiffness of the fabric it is ensured that she is back where expected with a quirked brow when her companion returned. She spoke of her relief that they hadn’t found this place yet and asked what she made of the arts.

With the mission was now complete it would be easy enough to drop all contact afterwards and slip back into the shadows as though they had never met leaving the poor thing to deal with the consequences of getting hold of the wrong bit of paper. It was ever so strange how the idea of walking out that door would be the last time they would see one another particularly given it is just a human and they are a dime a dozen at the best of times. Over the lid of her glass she wondered if perhaps she will give her a little parting gift in a way that could almost be mistaken for kindness… After all who is really going to miss some big shot that was about to tighten the noose on someone who didn’t even have their prize any more?

#nightrosebud #All fun and games until someone gets stabbed - memes

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Secreting Shadows #2

Music for this chapter is:

Learn Me Right

By Birdy and Mumford & Sons

Raiden was pissed. He had spent the night chasing after that chestnut haired… freak! That was the only word he could think to call her. How she eluded him he had no clue. Every time he thought he was close to catching her, she would dance out of his grasp. She was good. Too good to just be a normal shadow that the guild picked up.

“What’s gotten you into a mood, little snake?”

He didn’t even bother to get annoyed at Layla’s name for him and simply continued to stare at nothing.

“…Alright. What did the new kid do?”

That got his attention and his eyes shot up to meet hers, “What?”

“Aithlyn. What did she do for you to be scowling this much?”

At his explanation at what happened last night, Layla could barely stand she was laughing that much, which caused his scowl to deepen.

“About time someone was able to keep up with you.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Oh, come off it, Rai. The only reason you’re in a huff is because you actually have to put some effort into it. Something you haven’t done in a long time.”

Not wanting to admit it Raiden simply huffed in response.

“If you want to look for her, she’s in the stone quarter right about now.”

“How would you know?”

“Because unlike you, I used what she said yesterday and did my research. No way did she only arrive a few days ago.”

“She didn’t, she arrived a few weeks ago.”

Layla look briefly startled but the grin slowly blossoming on her face showed how delighted she was, “Fuck… She’s good.”

 An hour later Raiden found himself hidden in the shadows of the Stone Quarter watching Aithlyn as she went about her business. He had initially been startled to see the differences from yesterday.

Her curly hair was unbound and settled around her features, she was clothed in a dress, and she was openly smiling at everyone. No wonder they didn’t realise it was her, she was not acting like a typical shadow. Try as he might, he couldn’t stop the smirk from forming on his face.

She was outside playing with the children during her “break”. It seemed like she was acting as an apothecary of sorts. From what he had seen, she had food available freely for the younglings in the area. Memories started appearing from the dark recesses of his mind, but he rapidly shook them away.

Raiden watched as a child slowly approached where he was hiding. The boy was looking around in confusion but was holding a bottle of sorts in his hand. Raiden stepped out to show himself, seeing if he could help the kid and was shocked to see a delighted smile form on the boy’s face once he was noticed.

“There you are!”

Raiden quirked an eyebrow, “You were looking for me…?”

“Yep! Miss Aithlyn said that a man with white hair was standing here and that he’d need this,” indicating to the bottle.

“… And why would I need the bottle?”

“She said that you’d be very tired from playing chase all night and might need a pick me up.”

Raiden laughed and looked in the direction of where he had last seen her. She was tending to an elderly woman but as if she could feel his eyes on her, she looked up at him and gave him a cheeky wink.

Damn… She is good.

 Aithlyn focused on her work for the remainder of the afternoon. She had accidentally visited with Erik that morning when she had wandered into the area that he lived within in the wood. It had been a while since she sat on lush grass and simply talked. She had learned a little more about him and his situation, but once again, knew that now was not the time to pry too deeply. It also helped that Erik was very nice to look at. Shirtless… Sweaty… Shaking her head she pulled herself away from those thoughts.

Wandering out of the woods led her to bump into Roux at the bridge leading back into town. It was hard not to smile around them and now that she knew that they had a weakness for baked goods Aithlyn had a feeling that she’d be putting her alchemy skills to use later in the kitchen.

After Raiden left cackling to himself, Aithlyn was glad she had mixed up an energiser. Poor guy had been chasing after her all night, she was quite impressed by the amount of times he had come close to catching her. It was most likely a shock for him to see her like this, most shadows tended to stay back and observe, thus garnering information that way. Aithlyn however learned very quickly that by involving herself with the city folk that not only did she gain their trust, so if something happened, they’d never believe evil rumours about her, but she was able to gather a lot of information swiftly. And her five weeks here had definitely not been wasted.

The sun was setting so Aithlyn decided that it was time to get ready, after all she did promise Roux that she would look less shadowy for the festival. Pulling out a short green dress, Aithlyn examined it. The skirt stopped mid-thigh and the sleeves flowed loosely to the elbows. Nodding in approval she placed it on the bed before pulling out a brown corset. It was her favourite one as it had secret compartments that held throwing knives. She may have to look less shadowy, but she never promised to be defenceless. Next thing was finding her brown leggings and favourite boots which stopped just short of her knees. Once she bathed, dressed and fixed her hair Aithlyn went looking for her forest green cloak and skipped out the door intending to find Roux.

 Aithlyn was internally seething as she glared at Azaril. The bastard had the nerve to order her to refill his drink. Cedric had stepped in, knowing that if he didn’t Azaril would give away information that should not be made public... Or she’d punch him. Aithlyn loved her cousin, but his immaturity still frustrated her at times, especially now which led her to question for the hundredth time why he had also been sent here.

Azaril was smirking at her from across the food table, and Aithlyn had to fight to stop her lips from twitching. It was Maja’s voice commenting on the baked tarts that turned her attention.

“They’re nice but they just settle in your stomach and I just can’t figure out which ingredients to use to stop that from happening.”

Aithlyn knew she was talking about the lemon pastries and chipped in, “It’s actually not the ingredients, you need to whisk the batter, trying to add as much air as possible. It makes them light and fluffy.”

Maja turned away from the noble she was talking to and quirked an eyebrow at Aithlyn. She had met the woman briefly last night but hadn’t yet formed an opinion about her.

“You seem to know a lot about this.”

Aithlyn shrugged, “my brother has a real sweet tooth and I found baking to be a lot like alchemy, so it just kind of came naturally.”

Maja surged forward and grabbed both of her hands in her own, “Me too!”

Maja’s face was flushed lightly in delight of this discovery but once she realised, she quickly corrected her behaviour and dropped Aithlyn’s hands causing the woman to lightly chuckle.

“It would seem you’re quite skilled in a few things, Aithlyn. Not many would know enough about alchemy to compare it to baking.”

“It was one of the few things my mother taught me.”

Maja narrowed her eyes as she looked at Aithlyn, “You’re very open for a…”

“Apothecary?” Aithlyn suggested with a grin on her lips.

Maja simply nodded. Aithlyn certainly wasn’t like any shadow she had met before. But then again, she had spent more time in Aithlyn’s company than most.

“It’s easier talking openly about most things without revealing information. Makes people a lot less suspicious. You know I bake and know alchemy that I learned from my mother, but then again don’t most daughters learn this from their mothers?”

Maja’s lips twitched, wanting to form a smile. This woman was smart. “Indeed-” she was about to say more but was cut off by another noble.

“Until next time my Lady.” Aithlyn curtsied.

Maja noticed how well she held herself and narrowed her eyes further, “Hmmm.”

Looking around Aithlyn noticed a woman leaning against a wall close by. The look on her face spoke volumes of how much she did not want to be there. Listing back the names and faces in her head Aithlyn realised that this was Livia the Knight Commander. Deciding that she obviously needed a friendly face who wasn’t afraid of her scowling one, Aithlyn plucked a drink from a roaming server and walked over to the woman.

“You look like you need one of these.”

Livia just scowled further at her.

“It’s not poison I swear,” taking a sip of the liquid, “see?” and held it back out to her.

Livia gingerly took the goblet in question and grunted her thanks. Aithlyn decided just to lean back against the wall beside her and watch the woman. Livia was conscious of being watched but decided to take a mouthful of the drink she was given.

“And now we’ve indirectly kissed!”

Livia’s eyes widened in shock as she spat out the liquid and coughed before turning towards the woman giggling beside her. Fixing her with a glare as a blush rose on her cheeks, she fought to decide what to say.

“Oh, come on! It was funny! You looked bored here all by yourself.” Livia’s eye twitched, “you’ve got to admit it has gotten more fun since I handed you that drink.”

“I’ll admit to no such thing.”

“But you’re not denying it either,” Aithlyn smirked.

 “Lucien… Lucien!” Maja didn’t even bother looking at them as she tugged on their clothing.

“Maja, I can hear you and tugging at my clothes will not make a difference.”

“Look!”

Lucien looked over in the direction that Maja was pointing and was genuinely surprised to see the normally stoic Knight Commander smirking at a very familiar shadow.

“It would seem that a little shadow has managed to get more than a glare from a certain someone.”

“Lucien, she’s smiling!” he quirked an eyebrow at her, “ok she’s not smiling, but she’s not glaring and is actually talking!”

“Yes, I can see that my dear.”

“Lucien, you don’t understand. She doesn’t do that!”

Lucien looked over at Maja and merely chuckled at the bewilderment clearly showing on her face.

“It is not surprising that this shadow has a silver tongue. She has easily caught the attention of many people here.”

“But Livia?!”

Deepening their chuckle, “isn’t this what you wanted when you asked her to accompany you? For her to interact with others?”

Maja sighed and looked at the glamoured demon beside her, “yes, but I didn’t actually think it would happen…”

 Aithlyn barely got a chance to speak to Roux before they were distracted by someone behind her. Laughing lightly to herself she turned only for her face to hit against a pretty chiselled chest. Looking up she realised that she had bumped into Lucien.

“Sorry about that.”

“No harm done my dear.”

Maja was also in their company and tipped her drink in her direction, lips upturned in a gentle smile, “I see you got along with Livia.”

“She’s enjoyable company.”

This elicited a chuckle from Lucien, “you’d have to get past the armour first,” and was nudged by Maja with a scowl on her face. She was about to say something but Aithlyn beat her to it.

“I don’t know, I���m pretty sure I got off a gauntlet, or a shoulder pad at least,” she smirked.

This drew a bigger chuckle from the pair in front of her. Lucien was the faster of the two to compose themselves though.

“So, is our mutual friend here? Or did you abandon him again?”

“Raiden? I don’t know, I haven’t seen him since earlier today.”

“From the grin on your face, I’m guessing you won the game?”

Maja turned to look quizzically at them, “game?”

“It would seem that this little shadow wanted to play chase last night and roped a snake into also playing.”

Aithlyn grumbled, “I’m not that little…”

Maja regarded her with astonished eyes, “Did he catch you?”

Aithlyn’s snort as she shook her head was all the answer Maja needed and caused her to laugh heartily, “oh, you’re one to watch out for!”

Grinning and wriggling her eyebrows, Aithlyn responded, “If you can catch me.”

Lucien was about to speak but quirked an eyebrow when they saw a child tugging at Aithlyn’s sleeve.

“Morenth! Is everything ok?”

“Yes, Lady Lyn!” the child smiled up at her, “Papa asked me to find you, he said he needed your help with something.”

Taking the child’s hand in her own as Aithlyn smiled down at her, before turning back to look at Maja and Lucien, “I believe that’s my cue to leave. Enjoy the rest of your evening!” waving slightly before walking off with the child.

“You know Lucien, I think I might like her.”

The demon chuckled, “indeed, she does seem to elicit those kinds of feelings from people.”

“What kinds of feelings?”

Maja and Lucien turned in the direction of the new voice. Raiden was standing there in casual clothing. Lucien had to admit that the deep red open shirt looked good on him. It was rare to see him in public without his usual leather armour on.

“We were just speaking about how a new shadow is able to easily cause those around her to like them.”

“Yea, she seems to be a bit of a people person. Strange that.”

“Says the man who is rarely quiet,” Maja chuckled.

“I don’t know… I suppose I could be quiet… if gagged…” Raiden winked at her.

Maja rolled her eyes. Even in the short time she had spent in his company because of Lucien, she was used to his antics by now.

“Why are you here little snake?”

Maja couldn’t help the evil smirk that spread across her lips as she watched the assassin blush at Lucien’s question.

Coughing behind his hand to hide the blush, “Roux said Aithlyn was here.”

“You just missed her. It seems to be a new habit of yours.”

Raiden glared at Lucien, which only caused their smirk to grow.

Maja watched the staring match between the two from over the edge of her wine goblet before deciding to break the tension, “a child came and led her off towards where the townsfolk are playing music, saying something about needing her help.”

Raiden tilted his head at her to wink, a grin in place. “Thanks! Better go find her before she disappears again.”

Turning Raiden waded through the crowd to the area that music was being played at. It was in one of the open areas of the town as it allowed for people to dance if they wanted. He could hear the music before he saw the band playing, it wasn’t a song he had heard before, but the singer sounded great.

Imagine his surprise when he saw that it was Aithlyn singing. She stood on the makeshift stage next to those playing instruments with a look of delight on her face. Townsfolk were either clapping in time with the music or dancing in large circles. He felt as if he had walked into another town, the atmosphere was so different. He watched as people laughed and smiled, not to say that they didn’t do this on other days, but they seemed much more relaxed.

It was at that moment that Raiden looked back up at the stage and realised that Aithlyn was looking at him as she sang. She had a mischievous smile on her face as she winked at him, causing him to laugh and shake his head.

“We will be who we are, and they’ll heal our scars.”

His breath caught in his throat and his eyes snapped back to her. Aithlyn’s gaze still lingered on him before she slowly moved it back to the crowd. Raiden didn’t even realise he was blushing until he heard the man beside him chuckle giving him a knowing look.

At the end of the song the crown cheered as Aithlyn hopped down from the stage and sauntered over to where Raiden was waiting. His eyes appreciatively ran over the curves of her body and he smirked as he looked down at her cleavage. Her being much shorter than him made it easier to get glimpses.

“You’re rather subtle at blending in it seems.”

Aithlyn grinned up at him, “they’ll never see it coming.”

This elicited a chuckle, “Come on, Layla’s waiting.”

Aithlyn practically skipped over to the other woman hidden away in one of the side streets nearby. Raiden wasn’t surprised to see her stance relax as she spoke to the smaller woman, “you seem cheerful.”

Aithlyn’s features suddenly turned sombre and the quick switch startled Layla slightly, “sorry, I forgot you had to be completely serious… All the time… Like Raiden…”

“Hey!”

Layla sniggered at the exchange between the two of them.

“Anyway! We have to head to headquarters. Boss wants to meet our new recruit, here.”

Giving Raiden a quick once over, “You gonna change or what? Looking awfully casual there, Rai.”

Raiden presses his hands against the clothing covering his chest, “I don’t need armour, and I’m sure Aithlyn doesn’t either. Right?” He looks over and winks.

“Right… But I’m not the one with bounties on my head…”

Layla nods her head in agreement before stopping as if she remembered something, “Speaking of bounties, I’m taking the forest path. I’ve got a bounty to pick up along the way.”

Raiden sidles up against Aithlyn, “We’ll take the underground. It’s quicker.”

Aithlyn quirks an eyebrow as he makes the decision for her, “…I guess we’ll see you there…?”

 “Underground kingdom my ass…” Aithlyn thought to herself.

The smell of the sewer was causing Aithlyn’s nose to twitch. There were downsides to her heightened half elf senses, and this was definitely one of them. Raiden was walking ahead of her. He was still sulking from when she had teased him about not being able to catch her last night. Teasing him was fun and seeing his back in front of her gave her a great idea.

Raiden hadn’t even heard her run up behind him, so he startled when Aithlyn jumped on his back and wrapped her arms around his neck. Unconsciously he hooked his hands under her knees and kept her tight to his body, while shooting a quizzical look at her over his shoulder. He could just make out the delight on her face.

“Don’t sulk-”

“Not sulking.”

Squeezing his waist with her thighs she continued as if he hadn’t interrupted her, “since I’m in such a generous mood today that even though you couldn’t catch me-” Raiden scoffed at her, “I’ll let you ask me one question.”

“One question?”

“Yes, and I’ll answer it honestly-”

Aithlyn didn’t even get to finish her sentence before Raiden had slipped his left hand across to grab her right leg and spin her so that her back was pressed against the wall as Raiden used his hips and eyes to pin her.

Gone was the man who enjoyed teasing and tormenting her. There was a seriousness on his face and a glint in his eye that made him look like the assassin he claimed to be. A shiver ran up her spine as he stared into her eyes, but not of fear, of anticipation.

“It can’t be a coincidence that at the same time there’s an assassination attempt on the royals, that three of your countrymen arrived in Novus. A knight, an ambassador and you.”

Raiden’s hands were still on her legs, holding her in place. Her hands were placed on his biceps to keep her steady. As he leaned closer, she could feel all his muscles coil and she sucked in her breath before biting her lip. His eyes briefly took in the movement and when he looked back up, his eyes were darker. Dangerous.

“Why are you here?”

“Well because you brought me this route and decided to pin me against a wall…”

The growl he gave in response caused her pulse to quicken. What on earth was wrong with her? She normally had a lot more control over herself, but her body was betraying her by responding so deliciously to him.

“I was asked to come here. A request was made and the one person I trust more than anything wanted me to be the one to answer it.”

Time went by, it could have been seconds, minutes, hours, with Raiden staring into her eyes. She could almost make out the cogs working in his brain, but his features gave away nothing.

“Alright, you pass.”

Aithlyn chuckled, “I pass?”

“Yes.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

Raiden smirked, “you’re very welcome.”

Although his normal grin was back in place, he didn’t move. If anything, Aithlyn had to try not to gasp as his thumbs subconsciously started tracing designs on her thighs. Seconds ticked by and Aithlyn watched as his eyes darkened further as he looked at her.

Aithlyn decided to break the silence, “So… is this your idea of a date then?” She really hoped that she didn’t sound as breathless as she felt.

Brightness came back into his eyes as he registered what she just said, laughing he smirked, “Believe me, if we were on a date you’d know.”

“True, you are far from subtle,” her lips grew into a mischievous grin, “but then again you still have me pinned against the wall,” and as if to emphasise her point she deviously rolled her hips.

She’d never admit it, but she enjoyed hearing his gasp and watching his cheeks darken. He loosened his grip slightly and slowly slid her down so she could place her feet on the floor but didn’t back away.

“Maybe if you ask nicely.”

“Raiden…” she slid her hand up and across the available skin of his chest before gripping his chin and tilting his face down a little, “I never ask.”

The spark in her eyes caused another growl to want to erupt from his throat. Instead he took a step back and held out his hand for her to take it with a smirk growing larger on his face, “Good to know.”

Aithlyn placed her hand in his and let him pull her along in the darkness. He held her tight and close enough that it seemed like he was worried that she’d disappear into the darkness. She actually felt flattered and was glad of the shadows as it hid the blush on her face. Not wanting him to know that he got to her, she decided to joke with him.

“So, on our date you won’t try to woo me with smelling or sidestepping shit?”

Looking back at her with a grin, “for you? Anything.” He couldn’t hold back the laugh as he watched her eyes widen and caught a brief glimpse of her mouth parting in a simple “Oh”.

They continued on the path for a few minutes more. Raiden suddenly stopped when he noticed shadows moving ahead and the slight sound only confirmed his thoughts. There was someone hiding up ahead. He didn’t even respond when Aithlyn bumped into his back.

“Raiden…?”

Turning, he backed her into the wall of a small tunnel opening nearby. He felt her body tense and looking down he could see she was looking in the direction of where he had previously noticed the assailant. Raiden couldn’t keep the smirk from his face.

“Stay here. Stay hidden and stay safe.”

Aithlyn frowned up at him, frustration clear and opened her mouth to speak but Raiden simply placed a finger on her lips.

“How else am I to show off on our non-date?”

Aithlyn simply rolled her eyes at him, but her features softened, “be careful.”

Raiden nodded as he stepped back and removed the daggers from where he had them hidden in his tunic before stealthily moving. In startling quick movements, he had the man pinned against the wall by his throat and had twisted his arm to cause enough pain that the man dropped his weapon and it landed in the running sewage water with a plop.

“Don’t you know assassins are meant to be silent…”

“Snake…”

Raiden barely had time to register a second assailant as he moved away from the attack. Not fast enough though as the blade sliced into his side causing him to grunt in pain. Punching the first man in the ribs he turned to the second, just in time to duck a weak attempt at slicing his throat. Springing up he sunk his own weapon in an upward swing through the man’s ribs. Removing it just as quick he felt the spray of blood as it hit his face and hair. Raiden couldn’t stop the grin appearing on his face as he heard the man’s lungs bubble and drown in his own blood.

Movement to his right caught his attention and he turned to see Aithlyn approach, dagger in hand. He knew she was going to attack the other man who was slowly dragging himself away, but he still wanted to show off. Shaking his head, he grinned at her and while maintaining eye contact, he removed a blade from his boot and threw it behind him. The thud and gurgle were all the indications he needed to know that the blade had hit his mark. Standing, he wiped off some of the blood from his face with the back of his hand.

“Are you alright?”

Aithlyn quirked her eyebrow, “Am I alright? Raiden, you’re bleeding to death!”

Raiden scoffed, but he couldn’t hide the wince as he walked over to her. Aithlyn caught him when he stumbled, and he wanted nothing more than to cling on to her.

“Come on, let me have a look at you.”

“We haven’t even gone on a date and already you want to get my shirt off!”

Raiden enjoyed watching her lips twitch as she tried to contain her smile.

“Well I have to compare you to Eric. He was very nice to look at this morning after all.”

“Hey!”

Using the distraction Aithlyn lifted his tunic and gently prodded at the wound eliciting a hiss. Raiden roughly pulled it back down when he noticed her eyes tracing over the other scars that littered his body.

“I’ve got it.”

“Raiden I’ve seen your scars, you most certainly don’t “got it,” if anything you look like a pin cushion.”

He laughed but the movement provoked his wound, “Ow.”

“You know, for someone who looks like a pin cushion, you should learn how to sew.”

Raiden laughed before lifting his hand and tracing the scar that ran across his cheek to his jaw, “I can sew just fine thanks.”

“I’d agree with you if I believed you were the one to sew that up.”

“You’re right, I’d never let anyone mess up this handsome mug,” and he felt pretty smug that he elicited a laugh from her.

Aithlyn ripped a sleeve from her dress and opened the pouch that she had tied to her hip. Opening a small vial, she poured the liquid on to the material and looked up into his face as her hand went to the bottom of his tunic. His eyes held a bit of suspicion as she lifted his tunic again.

“This is going to sting.”

Raiden opened his mouth to retort but all that came out was an angry hiss. His blood quickly turned the material dark. She pressed harder to stem the blood flow but for Raiden the pain turned into pleasure and he couldn’t stifle the groan that came from his mouth.

Aithlyn took a quick intake of breath as she looked at him. He knew his cheeks were flushed, and he had to bite his lip as Aithlyn gave an experimental little push.

“I’m sorry… Did that… hurt…?”

The next push was a little harder and he couldn’t contain the groan. He watched as her eyes darkened and she bit her bottom lip. Suddenly he wanted nothing more than to tug it free with his own teeth. Placing his hand over hers he pushed a little harder and lifted his eyes from her lips to a darkening green pair of irises.

“That’s good.”

His thumb was on her wrist and he could feel her pulse quicken. If felt good to be able to elicit this type of response from her. Her eyes lowered once again to his lips and he couldn’t stop the snort of delight.

Startled eyes moved back up to his, “what?”

“You’re cute. If I haven’t said it before… You’re cute.”

Aithlyn smirked playfully, “That’s the blood loss talking.”

Shaking his head furiously, he started to respond “N-”

“What on Novus asshole happened?” Layla stormed angrily.

And just like that the bubble Aithlyn and Raiden had created was popped.

#lunaris games #errant kingdom #raiden #fantiction #you're cute

[kunderdogs]

Ateez / GF Defending Them Part 3/3

Sorry y’all. I know I was supposed to have this up yesterday but I got drunk at my friend’s party and we went Christmas shopping at 2am at Walmart. Anyway here’s part 3!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Wooyoung:

Wooyoung was born loud and exuberant. It was a fact of life that his close friends and members have grown to love. Many people who didn't know him mistook him for obnoxious or rude, especially when he exclaimed loudly one night at a local BBQ joint. It wasn't overly crowded; a lovey-dovey couple who were much too close off in the corner ignoring everyone else, a couple of school girls who were nose-deep in thick texts book and piles of coffee cups, and three older men who were throwing back soju bottles like they were about to be discontinued.

You had just walked in behind your bestie, hungry and ready to show her your favorite item after showing her around Seoul for the day. Eight boys in the back caught her attention and she quickly pointed out the one who she found the most attractive as you two found a seat. Just as you looked over, one of them yelled before they all broke out into manic laughter.

They drew everyone's attention for a second before they went back to their own conversations, thoroughly unphased. Except for one of the older men. They had to be in their thirties, probably on some kind of lunch break from their office job, if their business suits were anything to go by. Either way, one of them scoffed, eyes rolling so hard, you could hear it from three tables away.

You and your friend exchanged looks before greeting the server as she took your order. She left with the promise of food in ten minutes as your bestie leaned over to you.

"The loud one with bleach blond hair has been giving you the look ever since we got in here," she whispered with a smirk. "Go talk to him."

You gave her a disbelieving look, "He's way out of my league. I'd just embarrass myself."

Chancing a look at the eight boys in the corner, your eyes made contact with the one she was speaking of before his eyes widened and he quickly ducked his head. You smiled a bit as the two flanking him noticed his blush and nudged him with their elbows, jeering loudly.

This time the office worker slapped his beer on the table, his two coworkers looking nervously between themselves. He turned before they could talk him out of it and locked eyes with a few of the boys, "Yah. Pipe it down over there. Some of us are trying to enjoy a meal in peace."

A few of them looked miffed, yet the loud hottie stood and bowed while loudly proclaiming, "We apologize. Please ignore us."

You thought that would be the end of it but it seemed the man didn't take it well and the next thing anyone knew, he was on his feet. The two near him couldn't reel him in fast enough and suddenly, he was standing in the blond's face.

"Are you mocking me, kid? You should show some respect to your elders."

The boys around him stood protectively, but didn't actively come to defend their friend. It was then you noticed the brightly dyed hair some of them have, along with almost all black attire, baseball caps and face masks that something clicked. They glanced around in a panic as their whispered voices finally tried to defuse the situation. Ah, they are idols. No wonder they looked hauntingly familiar.

"No," the guy growled angrily as one of his coworkers tried to physically move him away. "This little bastard wants to be a comedian so let's hear what's so fucking funny."

Slamming your hands on the table loud enough to have many pairs of eyes on you, you stood and walked over, "They're kids. They get loud, and they apologized. Don't make a big deal out of nothing."

It was silent for a long pause, and the raging guy in front of you obviously didn't expect you to speak Korean but when he recovered, he was sticking his finger in the hottie's face and poked him in the head. "I'm not going to sit back and let some obnoxious brats disrespect me!"

With one hand on your side, you made your way to Wooyoung's side before the other hand pushed the older guy on his shoulder, causing him to take a step back. "Let's not get physical here. He apologized. Accept it or leave."

Turning his anger to you, he grabbed the hand you pushed him with tightly, "Just who do you think you a-"

You gripped his wrist and twisted his arm behind his back in defense while he screamed, pushing him towards his coworkers. "Don't put your hands on other people."

His coworkers worked quickly to drag him outside, and you watched to make sure they were a good distance away before turning to the hottie standing next to you. "You okay?"

He was already staring at you, a blush quickly taking over his face when you spoke. "A-Ah, y-yeah...Thank you, for that. I'm not very good at...confrontation. I'm Wooyoung, by the way."

"Y/N." You smiled. He was really cute up close, especially when he was figiditing. "It's alright. I don't mind saving princes in distress."

His friends burst into laughter while he felt his face heat up. "Aish...now I look so lame! I'm supposed to be saying that to you! Let me repay you by buying your meal then."

Your bestie popped up from behind you with a twinkle in her eye, "OR you can buy her dinner later on? Tell him what I said." Before you could translate, one of the shorter boys (Hongjoong) to the back did with a sly smirk.

The "Oooooh"s and "Aw yeah!"s in the back made you both giggle, but Wooyoung just smiled. "Yeah, I like that idea better."

Wooyoung is all about a strong woman, but he definitely feels some type of way when you defend him. He's torn between loving it and wanting to be the one to protect you. He's absolutely make it about himself, and complain when you're the one always defending him. He'll get over it in a second and then he'll brag to the other members that his s/o can kick anyone's ass so they better be good to him from now on.

Jongho:

Our precious maknae is the strongest of the members, we all know this. And he's so incredibly caring as well. So when he noticed some young teens, around his age, being rude to an elderly man that worked at the corner store, he couldn't sit back and let it happen.

The kids were making a big deal out of the man taking too long to scan their twenty items, to which he just nodded and apologized. You had just walked in, on your lunch break to grab something quick to eat and went to stand behind Jongho. It didn't take long for you to notice the tense muscles in his back or the annoying howling from the teenagers.

"Come on, old man," one of the males nearly shouted. "We've got places to be!"

The other hoodlums chuckled before resuming their conversation, some complaining about him taking too long to get their change.

Jongho could feel the tightness in his jaw start to ache when he opened his mouth to say something. "Shut up. Don't be such assholes."

The ring leader, or at least that's what it seemed like he was since the other teens looked to him as they all turned around, cocked his head to the side. He snatched the plastic bag from the old man, jerking the poor guy forward slightly. Jongho glared at the boy. Seeing this would get interesting, you paused the song on your phone and held your drink with one hand.

"Why don't you mind your own fucking business, punk?" The other teens agreed yet none were stepping up to say more than that.

"The only punk I see around is you. Your parents failed you, raising such disrespectful trash."

Just as you were snickering from behind the taller of the two, the teen pushed Jongho back, which made him stumble back into you. You lost your grip on your phone, dropping it to the hard ground. There was a collective moment of silence as everyone within a ten mile radius watched you pick up the device and flip it over.

A cracked screen. On your new phone. Your one week old phone.

Anger bubbling within you rapidly, you stood, not noticing Jongho's panicked look in his eyes. You stared right past him, glaring at the teen that pushed him. "Are you going to pay for this?"

"H-Huh?" He stuttered before pointing at Jongho, "He's the one who bumped you! Blame him, not me!"

"You pushed him!" The fire in your eyes was nearly an inferno while the teens cowered under the stare. "Do you have no manners?! Do you think you can just push people around? That's how fights start. Do you want to fight?!"

They all looked thoroughly terrified and shook their heads before running out of the store. Their change was still in the clerk's hand and an apple from their plastic bag fell out. You picked it up and called after them, "You forgot your apple, brat!" They didn't even turn around, even as you crushed the apple, effectively breaking it in pieces in your rage.

With hearts in his eyes, Jongho was jaw-dropped as he watched you sigh loudly before apologizing to the clerk and pulling out your wallet. "I'll pay for the apple. I really don't know my own strength some times."

From behind you, a twenty was placed over your hand and Jongho smiled at you. "It's on me. Hi, I'm Jongho. I, also, break apples in my spare time."

#ateez #ateez scenario #ateez reaction #ateez wooyoung #ateez jongho #part 3/3 #choi jongho #jung wooyoung

[sirenva]

⧾ ⊹ * ♦︎╰ LIRENA’S WEEKEND GETAWAY ! PT. 1 ╯

As they get to the harbor, Luca's eyes widen at the sight of the majestic yacht. "You mean to tell me that you used your status to get this for us?" he chuckles as he adjusts his backpack on his shoulder. "Amazing. Amazing use of privilege," he teases.(edited)

with a large duffle back slung over her slender frame, sirena was beyond excited to finally hop aboard the yacht that would be their new home for the weekend. "nice, isn't it? look at all the places we'll be able to test drive this weekend," she teases with a playful wink before nodding for the boy to follow. they were greeted by the captain who would be driving the boat, as well as a couple of servers who would be prepping all their meals. they handed both the couple some champagne before scattering to their places. "i usually don't like to flaunt my status, but this is pretty fucking cool," she laughs before taking a sip of her champagne.

"i love how you make everything sound dirty," luca laughs and nudges her arm before following her into the yacht. He's amazed by everything that surrounds him, it's a true beauty, the boat. He thanks the person who hands them champagne, "i'd never been on a yacht," he says, looking around and dropping his backpack on a nearby lounge chair. "Cheers, to us," luca smiles and raises his glasses, only to find Sirena drinking. "Oh, you're already- never mind," he chuckles and takes a sip from the champagne. He's not a big champagne drinker, but this is a special occasion, and he'll make sure to make the most of it.

"isn't that my job?" she teases before stealing a kiss from his cheek. setting her own bag down next to luca's, she's walking toward the front of the boat, already loving the view of the ocean, even if they haven't even left the port yet. she was distracted, mainly because she prayed that this weekend would truly help her feel normal again. help her forget all the drama back on shore, and let her be happy with luca again. "hm? oh, sorry, babe," she chuckles softly before holding out her glass to clink with his anyways. one arm goes to wrap around him, her eyes gazing up at him with a warm smile, "never? it's a lot of fun. i don't think i've ever been on one this fancy, but i've been to a few after parties on one. should we go explore?"

"no, you're job is to be the talented frontwoman of something strange. this is just a bonus," he smiles when she kisses his cheek. Walking behind Sirena, he decides he loves the view of the ocean. if he could, he would live on the beach with an ocean view. Luca chuckles and clinks his glass with her, this is good, this feels good. He wants so desperately to lose himself in this weekend with his girlfriend, not worrying about the not-so-distant past. He wraps an arms around her shoulders when he feels hers around his body, he smiles down at her. "what kind of parties? like promotional stuff and all?" he asks, curious. "Yes! Let's go explore," Luca says with excitement and he's already pulling Sirena to the left, going around the inside of the boat and getting to the back part. There are lounging chairs and a bar and he feels like a king. "I still can't believe this is all for just the two of us"

she's been called talented before, yet hearing it from luca always made her heart flutter. his words and views about her mattered more than maybe they should, but she figured that's what loves makes you do. "yeah, after a few of our concerts there's been some after parties and what not. never hurts to show up and get to know some big time people, you know? although i think i was on one in senior year cause one of the richest guys in the school through his birthday party on one. that was a wild time," she laughs at the memory. she drinks most of her champagne before setting the glass down and following luca's lead. she doesn't hesitate to jump upon the long sofa that's beside the bar and stretch her body out, "honestly, i think i could sleep on this couch. imagine gazing up at the stars at night on here? it's gonna be beautiful."

"Who have you met?" Luca asks. He laughs at the story of the yacht back in senior year. He probably was invited, too. But that was the time he wasn't really thinking about partying, he missed all the good ones, and the bad ones, too. Maybe he was too depressed to go out or too numb from all the weed he started smoking that year. He drinks about half the glass and sets it down next to Sirena's. Luca smiles at her as she jumps on the sofa. He thinks she's utterly adorable, and sexy at the same time. How did he get so lucky? He loves her so much. "That sounds so pretty," he agrees as he takes his tobacco out of the pocket of his pants. He pushes his hair back with a hand and then starts rolling a cigarette. "Do you think we could go up to the captain and ask for a lesson? I'd love to be able to drive this, it would be so fun"

"just some producers, models, though i think we did run into dua lipa at one point and she's honestly such a gem," sirena muses as she tries to remember the people she's bumped into. she closes her eyes for a moment to let the sweet sea breeze calm herself while listening to luca's question, "i definitely don't see why not," she answers before finally sitting up and looking over the couch in his direction. "doesn't hurt to ask, right? maybe once we get further out to sea, that way we don't reck the poor guys boat in case we mess up," she teases with a playful wink.

"really? that's cool. she's so good, i have her first record and it's honestly brilliantly produced and mixed," he says with a smile as he finishes rolling. He pops the cigarette in his mouth and shields the wind with a hand and with the other he lights it. Exhaling the smoke, he smiles at Sirena. "suddenly we sink it," he jokes with a chuckle. Luca looks over at the sea and he's a little startled when someone there's a voice on the speakers, it's the captain saying they're about to sail in fifteen minutes. "You think I'd look sexy in a captain's uniform?" he smirks

"her music is always the best to jam out to, honestly. i literally put don't stop now on repeat for weeks when that song came out," she notes before singing a few of the lyrics. soon she's laughing at his words, happy to go along with the idea of them doing such a horrible thing, "and here i thought if i ever got stranded at sea, it would be because of nikki's dumbass, but i guess it would be a good test of our relationship to see how we work together under such pressure, right?" she takes note of them sailing in fifteen minutes, suddenly getting more excited to finally get away from the land. "oh fuck yes," she quickly comments with a nod. "something about men in uniforms is just always a good choice. why, do you wanna do some roleplaying?" she teases with a quick wink.

"same!" luca exclaims with a grin. It's amazing how much they have in common. he never worries about running out of things to say because he just feels so comfortable with her. and he doesn't worry too much about saying the wrong thing, either. "oh we're definitely getting killed if nikki is ever at sea with us. no doubt," he chuckles. "not to be a disastrous pessimist, but i would probably panic and run around like timmy turner in that one episode of the fairy godparents where he's like," he catches the cigarette between his teeth and starts running in circles while trying to yell but only making a choked sound. "You know that one?" he laughs when he stops and exhales the smoke. "i don't know," luca smirks as he sees the ashes fly away with the wind. "what are you dressing up as?"

"it would make for a great story though," sirena adds with a light laugh. "could you imagine the whole s club getting stranded on an island together? i'm pretty sure only ali would make it out alive with how calm and collected he always is." she watches the boy try to explain himself, and even though she had no idea what he was doing, she still couldn't stop herself from dying of laughter. "i have no idea what episode that is, but i'm going to take your word for it." she thinks for a moment as to what she wants to dress up as, "a maid is too common and plain jane. maybe i could wear some cute, sexy sailor outfit. i could be your right hand gal," she smiles flirtatiously.

"that would be hysterical" luca laughs and shakes his head. "Ali would definitely make it out alive, probably Stassi would have a helicopter pick her up and me and shanley would definitely die first, no doubt about that," he laughs. "Then it's clover, then nikki, then arlo, then you," he grins as he teases. "I can't remember what episode it was  either, but i have a very clear memory of that scene." There's a bin on other side of the deck, he goes there to toss the burnt joint. Quickly, he walks back to sirena and sits next to her, resting an arm on the back of the sofa. "Ooh a sailor? I like that" he smiles and nibbles on her earlobe. "Are you gonna wear a really short skirt for me?" He whispers against her ear.

"an even better question though, who do you think would die first in a horror movie? i still feel ali would live till the squeal, but couples who always have the most sex always go out super early so we're not looking so good," she teases. watching him walk up to her, she smiles because her hands immediately reach out to grab any part of him she can. it's like she couldn't stand not touching him in some way, shape or form when they were together. whether it was holding hands, or stealing sweet kisses, she just craved his physical touch. a giggle escapes her lips when he's nibbling on his ear, but soon she's moving to straddle his lap and lay her arms around his neck. "the shortest skirt possible," she whispers softly before stealing a gentle and teasing kiss from his lips. "and a tight little shirt, that barely covers my tits," she continues, this time kissing his jawline. "one wrong move, and i be they'll just burst out for your viewing pleasure," she speaks once more, this time leaving a much longer kiss upon his neck.

"if we get murdered having sex... I mean, that's a pretty dope way to leave this world" he laughs. Luca likes it when she touches him, it feels familiar and yet like a discovery. He bites down on his lip once she's straddling him. Her weight on him feels right, the sunshine hitting her face perfectly. He rests his hands on her ass and smiles at her, touching his nose with hers. Soon she's kissing him and he thinks about how wonderful the next couple of days will be. Just laying around naked everywhere and having as much sex as possible.   "Okay, we're definitely getting that as soon as we get back," he grins and kisses her once again. The captain makes another announcement that they're leaving the harbor and the yacht starts to move. "Wow" luca smiles as he looks over to the side, water glistening under the sun. "So cool."

she laughs, "we would die by having sex, huh? i think it's the most fitting way to go." thank goodness luca had just as much of a high sex drive as she did. who knew being in love would actually cause her to crave him more than she already did. every day she wanted the opportunity to show him just how much she loved him through their physical touches. from the way she kisses him, to the sounds she makes when he touches her, all of it was additive and she lived for every moment of it. soon the boat is moving, and her gaze shifts to the moving water beside them. "let's get a better look," she smiles, soon hoping off his lap and taking his hand to pull him toward the front of the boat, the wind running through their hair as they took in the gorgeous view.

"agreed" he smiles sweetly at her. He might be rough in the bedroom but he's an actual softie when it comes to sirena and their time together. He loves making her laugh, making her blush, making her roll her eyes at him, and bite her lower lip. Every day is an adventure with her. "Alright" he lets her drag him to the front of the boat, the sun shining above them in all it's glory. The sea is majestic in front of their eyes. Luca's stomach growls and he facepalms himself, "i guess breakfast wasn't enough, hmm? What do you think they have to eat her"

it truly was a beautiful sight to behold. just the two of them, holding onto each other and enjoying the sea breeze as they sailed out further into the beautiful blue ocean. if she was allowed to do so, she'd live here forever. they could travel the world this way, playing music, making songs for each other, and making love till the sun came back up. before she could voice such a thing, luca is asking about a second breakfast and she can't help but shake her head in a teasing manor, "i bet they have something in the kitchen for your bottomless pit of a stomach." she pokes his stomach before heading down to the kitchen to see what they had. "what sounds good to you, handsome?"

Luca laughs, a little embarrassed. But he's a 6'4 giant, what did she expect? Of course he's hungry. He follows her down and he admires the architecture of the boat, it's beautiful inside and out. Not to compare her to a boat, but he feels the same about Sirena. He loves her heart, her mind, her soul, her whole body. As they get to the kitchen, he thinks for a second, "idk what is there to eat?" He looks around and finds a table with all sorts of fruits and waffles. "Oh! Oh!" Luca nudges sirena's shoulder to bring her attention to the food.

"from what i've been told from the captain, the kitchen is fully stocked with all kinds of stuff," she answers while looking around. though it seems the servers were way ahead of them and had some breakfast items set up for them to enjoy. "oh my god, they have fresh strawberries!" she quickly grabs one and takes a bit, the taste so juicy and sweet, she could eat them all in one setting if she wasn't careful. "you want anything on your waffles? chocolate chips? blueberries?"

"it's heaven in here!" Luca exclaims with a chuckle as he opens his arms to emphasize his point even more. "Chocolate covered strawberries, we need to get some of that for the deck" he smiles mischievously and grabs a plate from thr table. "Mmm syrup is okay, strawberries sound good too" hr says as he piles a few waffles on top of each other. "Look at me" he says suddenly. He has a strawberry between his fingers and he puts it near sirena's face for her to eat it.

it warms her heart to see luca so happy, and she knows this weekend is going to be one of the best by far. "oh my god, i love chocolate covered strawberries," she admits with a longing sigh. grabbing one waffle of her own and the rest of the strawberries for them to share, she places everything down on the small dining table next to the kitchen before going back to get some syrup. of course during all this, she stops to look at luca when he asks, and smiles when he's holding up a strawberry. her hands rest on his sides as she steps closer, her plump lips moving to cover parts of fruit before her teeth sink in and snatch a bite. her hazel hues never left his gaze as she did so, making sure her actions were slow and seductive. "thank you handsome."

"they're so good" he smiles, sitting down on the table. He grabs a fork and starts cutting small pieces and bringing them to his mouth. "Thanks love" he says when sirena brings the syrup. Luca observes her beautiful lips bite on the strawberry and he smirks. His gaze is intense. "We'll remember this weekend bc of strawberries and the yacht. And the sex," he chuckles, eating another bite of his waffles. "You're welcome, sexy." Yes, this new nickname is so fitting. "Are we gonna do it 365 days style?" He asks with a raised eyebrow.

"strawberries, yachts, and sex. honestly, can it get any better than that?" she teases before pouring just a little bit of syrup on her waffle and quickly cutting into it to take a bite. it was like these waffles were made by the gods themselves, they were so damn good. she sends her boyfriend a teasing wink at the nickname before nodding her head at his question. "oh hell yeah," she answers honestly. "if you don't bend me over a table and take me, then what was the point, right?" she's teasing, of course, but also hopes her words plants the idea in his head.

"no, it can't" he smiles slyly. He almost chokes at her next words as he's swallowing his waffles. Luca coughs and smacks his chest twice before regaining the composure. "I'll take you anywhere" he says, dropping a hand under the table and placing it on her thigh. "You'll be fucked out by the end of the weekend." How nice it is to be out of the villa and actually talk dirty at a normal volume. He wonders if the servers can hear them, but he hopes they're minding their own business. He eats the rest of his waffles before taking a strawberry and biting it. "So, sugar. What's the itinerary for today?"

sirena can't help but laugh when he's caught off guard by her words. if anything he should be used to how blunt she is with her desires, but it was still cute nonetheless. with his hand placed on her thigh, and the provocative words that slip past his lips, she can't help but bite down on her bottom one before answering his question, "well, after breakfast, i was thinking we could play a fun little stripping game." she moves closer to the boy, her own hand now resting on his thigh and giving it a quick squeeze. "you know, just to help get things started. what do you say?"

"like stripping mario kart?" He asks with a chuckle, loving her hand on his leg. Touching him seems to be one of her favorite activities, and he loves it. "Stripping poker? Stripping scrabble?" He laughs. It would be funny, though. Every 20 points, you remove an item of clothing, but he pretty sure they don't have that here. A shame, really. "What do you have in mind?" He asks, squeezing her thigh and then using his hand to eat another strawberry, soft lips savoring the fruit. "And where?"

"i'm so mad we haven't played strip mario kart at all this summer," she laughs when he brings it up. "we'll have to do that when we get home, if we're not too fucked out," she teases with a playful wink. "i do have a deck of cards in my bag, though. we could always play strip war? you know, who ever has the highest card wins that round, and who is the first to win three rounds gets to pick which clothing the loser as to remove." as to where they could do it, sirena sort of wanted to be bold and say, "what about the front of the boat? there's some couches to lounge on. could be fun."

"me too" he chuckles, "we've been busy, though. But yeah, we have to do that when we get back. Or... Maybe I've just been avoiding it bc i haven't played that game since last summer" he admits with a laugh. College life doesn't really give him time for videogames. "Is it just? Taking out one card at a time?" Luca asks with a tilt of his head. "Or we could play stop! The one where you're saying out loud the numbers in order while we take turns in revealing our cards one at a time and once a card matches the number we say out loud you have to put your hand on it immediately. The one that loses strips. The winner orders what the other needs to take off" he suggests with a smile, although he's not sure his explanation made any sense at all. "Front of the boat sounds good to me" he nods, "are you ready? Should we go now?"

"ooh, you're just afraid cause you know i'll kick your butt! you'll be sitting next to me all naked while i'm still fully clothed," she teases while nudging him. "yeah, we both flip one card at a time, and whichever one has the highest number wins that round." her brows furrow for a moment as she listens to his suggestion, and while she doesn't understand it fully, she figures there's no harm in learning. "do you wanna do that instead of war? you're gonna have to take me step by step cause i think i get it...but i also feel i'm gonna get naked real fast." after eating a few more strawberries, she stands up from the table with her fingers laced with his. "hecks yes we should go now! you've been showing off your arms too much, and now i wanna see the whole package."

"yes i am!" He laughs. He's not ashamed of admitting it, but also he hates losing so maybe he should practice some more before playing. "Yeah, i get you. I don't know, i feel like war is more about luck and stop is more about thinking quick and speed?" He shrugs his shoulders. "You know my mom traveled a lot to south america, and she taught me this game. I can teach you for one round and then we can play? How does that sound?" He smiles as they both stand up and he laughs at her comment about his arms. "I haven't been hitting the gym to hide them, rena" he teases.

"ah, so you're just afraid luck won't be on your side, huh? such a scardy cat," she teases before the two head out of the kitchen and make their way toward the front of the boat. sirena made sure to grab her deck of cards first before she's sitting criss cross on one of the couches. "okay, so if i understood you correct, we just count in order? so like, we can't just shout random numbers, we have to count in order? what are jacks, queens, kings and ace's then?"

"hey!" he exclaims, "i just want more of a challenge," luca grins as they head up towards the front of the yacht. he sits on the couch across from her, there's a beautiful wood table between them. "yeah," he nods his head and takes the cards from her hands before shuffling them. you get half the deck, i get the other half. it goes: ace, one, two, three... and then jack, queen, king, ace, one... it's just the names already" he explains, splitting the deck in two and handing a half to Sirena. "Let's do a test real quick. I'll start, ACE" he yells and flips a card. It's a queen of hearts. If you're not gonna yell in this game then why play it, right? "Now it's your turn, but then we'll have to be faster."(edited)

as she watches the boy shuffle the deck, she listens closes to his words and nods her head to what he's saying. so far, she thinks she's actually understanding it quite a bit. "ah, okay, so ace, two, three, four, so on and so forth, right?" she grabs her set of cards and places them in front of her, ready to following along in their practice play. his yell startles her for a second, but she quickly laughs and turns her card over, "two!" sadly it was a three, just one number off, but her eyes stay on the deck to wait for his next move.

"right," luca nods his head. he keeps the deck in his hand and smiles up at sirena when she seems startled but soon laughs at his loudness. "it just makes it more nerve wracking, and we love that here," he grins, focusing on the card she flips. "THREE!" but it's a five of diamonds and he pouts. he's ready for sirena to strip, wants to see so badly what's underneath her clothes. usually, he always wins at this game because he's so fast with his hand (thank you guitar, piano and drums) but he doesn't rule out the possibility of rena actually beating him, so he's extra alert.

"FOUR!" she flips her card, and it's a four of hearts, to which she quickly reacts and slaps the deck with a victorious smile. "ah, i got it! okay, screw the practice round, you're taking something off now," she laughs before eyeing him and snapping her fingers. "alright, let's not get to the good stuff JUST yet, so take off your shoes."

luca tries to slam his hand on the card but sirena's to quick for him. "shit," he mumbles, eyes widened in surprise. okay, fine, this is how she wants to play? this is how they're gonna play. he takes the four cards and adds it on the bottom of his pile. "okay fine," he rolls his eyes with a smile. he's ready to reach for the hem of his shirt when sirena asks for his shoes. "alright, alright," he chuckles and quickly ditches his sneakers. "okay, for real now. we have to be faster. you start, since you won."

"you didn't think you were the only one with cat like reflexes, hm? you gotta remember, i play instruments as well handsome," she teases with a competitive smile. the two were always so competitive with each other, but that's what made it so fun for the both of them. watching him ditch his sneakers, she leans forward, ready to pounce as she flips her first card and yells, "ACE!" only her card was a king of spades.

luca gives her a competitive smile as well. he's not gonna admit defeat so easily. "we'll see about that." As soon as she yells ace, he's already yelling "TWO!" and flips a ten of spades. he really wants to win this round. fuck it, he really wants to win this game. have her completely naked before him with the view of the ocean behind her.

"THREE!" she flips her card and it's a six of diamonds. the tension is high, and for some reason, it's turning her on.

As the game continues, Luca becomes excited and nervous at the same time. They've gone through two rounds of counting the 13 cards and he's so focused when it's his turn. "SIX!" voilà it's the six of spades. Quickly, he slams his hand on the table, on top of the cards. "Yes!" he grins smugly. "I'm no nonsense here. I want your shirt," he smirks as he pushes the losing cards towards Sirena. "I want it in my hand."

she almost slapped the cards a good three times from how intense it was, but her smile never faded since she was having way too much fun. soon he's yelling six, and the card appears. her hand moves quickly, but his was quicker, easily slapping the card first and causing her to lose. "aw, so many cards," she pouts teasingly before biting her lower lip with how demanding it was. god, it always turned her on. her fingers find the end of her shirt and swiftly remove it, revealing her white, strapless, laced bra underneath. it made her cleavage really pop with how tightly it was keeping her girls together. "maybe this is a good thing, cause now you might be distracted," she teases before placing the shirt in his hand.(edited)

"that's what you get for calling me a scaredy cat," he teases, but never with malice. he watches her as she bites her lower lip and he feels himself already getting turned on. her plump lips, a fatal addiction. he rests his head on his hand as he observes sirena take the top off. she looks beautiful just in her bra. her breasts looking glorious in the lacy underwear, perky as fuck. luca licks his upper lip subtly and takes the shirt in his hand. "ha! you wish," he chuckles and places the shirt next to his legs on the couch. "this will be my winning pile. next i want your jeans." he winks at her. "okay, ready? ACE!"

honestly, she wasn't even sure how long she'd be able to play this game without saying 'fuck it' and pouncing on him right this second. the boy could be fully clothed, yet looking at her a certain way would drive her insane. trying her best not to show how turned on she already was, she simply rolls her eyes at his comment, "bold of you to assume there will be an next time." placing his card down, she yells, "TWO!" only to reveal a nine of clubs.

"bold of you to assume there won't," he teases back. she was right though, he is a little distracted by her cleavage. She just looks so good. "Is it new?" he wonders. He hadn't seen that bra ever, not that he remembers. it is beautiful, he likes the lace against her skin, it makes her look soft, which is such a turn on because the girl is actually so feisty. "THREE!" he yells and laughs as he flips a seven of hearts.

"shh, no distractions," she teases with a wink, knowing she'll happily answer his questions later. it was new, just for this occasion actually. sirena loved dressing up for special occasions, and buying new things to tease him with. the two go through a whole round before sirena shouts, "SEVEN!" and flips over a seven of hearts. her hand moved so quickly, she didn't even realize she slapped the cards until she felt them under her hand. "fuck yes! shirt, off, now."

luca rolls his eyes, of course she's gonna tease him like that. doesn't matter, he himself has brought something to make the trip exciting. it's actually a present, but he's not going to give it to her until late at night. "HEY!" luca exclaims, he can't believe he just lost. "you don't have cat like reflex, you're a goddamn gazelle," he chuckles. "oh, now we're bossy. i can be into that," he smirks and grabs his tank top from the neck part, behind, and pulls it off in one swift move. broad chest and shoulders on display. "think quickly!" he smiles and tosses the shirt over at sirena.

"you're not the only one that can bark orders," she teases while blowing him an air kiss. watching him remove his shirt, it really did take all of her body strength not to jump is bones right then and there. instead she takes in every dip and curve his body has to offer, tracing them with her hungry eyes as her lower lip gets bitten again. "god, it's like you were sculpted by greek gods or something," she speaks before his shirt is hitting her in the face and she's laughing. "so much for being a gazelle," she teases before pushing the losing pile to his side and flipping over the first card. "ACE!" but it was a three.

"admit it, you love it," he smiles and quickly stands up to bend over the table and steal a kiss from her lips. luca laughs, a bit embarrassed, when she praises his body. she compliments him a lot, but whenever she drools about his torso, he gets a bit shy. it's not the favorite part of his body, he knows he doesn't have a six pack and probably never will, but he's been working hard at maintaining himself, working out mostly. Luca laughs along with her, "sometimes a gazelle, sometimes a snail. you can be both," he teases. "TWO!" he flips a jack of clubs.

"i love it a little too much," she admits with a blush of her own. she thinks it's cute how they both get shy over silly things like this. luca was beautiful, gorgeous, breathtaking, and she didn't know how he didn't realize this. he didn't need a six pack to compete with everyone else. if anything, he was on a whole other level. "you're so mean," she laughs before slamming her next card down. "THREE!" it's a queen of clubs.

he likes it when she blushes, he tells her every time. she looks beautiful and adorable. it's a good reminder that there's more to her than a banging body and excellent skills in bed. she has such a wonderful heart and such an interesting mind. he loves her entire being. "why? i think it's awesome you can be so multifaceted!" he replies with a laugh of his own. "FOUR!" he quickly slams on the card with the four of diamonds on it. yes! he thinks. "jeans. hand them over"

she tried her best to reach out and slap the cards, but she ends up colliding with his hand instead and she laughs. "damn it!" standing up, she turns around so he gets a nice view of her sweet little ass. unbuttoning her jeans, she takes her time to slowly pull the fabric down, letting it finally uncover her ass and show off the matching thong she was wearing underneath. letting luca get a nice look, she quickly turns to sit down and throws the jeans over at him. "hope you got a good look cause it's the last one you're gonna get for this game."

he laughs when their hands collide, but quickly it is replaced by a lustful stare. He has to admit he's an ass man, and Sirena's is perky and round, just like he likes it. He stares at it so hard he might as well burn two holes through it. the matching set she's wearing is pretty, but not as gorgeous as her naked body. "i'm gonna go get it framed from my mind alone," he jokes, feeling his face hot. luca catches the jeans with both hands and places it on top of her shirt, next to him. "my pile is looking pretty sweet right now," he grins. "ACE!"

sitting there half naked and watching his eyes soak her up, she was pretty sure she's finally hit her breaking point. as cocky as she sounded, and as much as she wanted to win, she really just wanted his hands touching every inch of her body and making her feel so damn good. so when she lips her next card over and shouts, "TWO!" and a two of hearts appears, she pretends like she stumbles for a moment, taken back by how quickly a slap occurred, before trying to reach for it, and failing to grab it in time. "what next, handsome?" she asks with a sultry smile, this time pushing her cards aside and moving to sit much, much, closer to him.

as soon as she yells TWO! luca is quick to slam his hand on the top of the two cards. it was a poor win, but it was a win anyway. he notices sirena push the cards to the side and getting closer to him. now, not only his face feels hot, but his entire body is burning. "fuck it" he says with a hoarse voice and sets his deck aside with the other cards. He's soon wrapping his arms around sirena's waist and unclasping her bra with both hands. "i fuck you right here on this yacht, that's what's next," he smirks and kisses her lips, hungry for her taste.

her smile widens when luca is in the same mind set as her. they were both dying for a taste of the other, to get this sex crazed weekend started. her arms quickly wrap around his neck as he pulls her closer, her chest rising as he quickly strips the bra off her body and her nips quickly hardening. "god, i need a taste of you already," she giggles before his lips come crashing on her own. bare chests now press against each other as they let their tongues explore inside each other's mouths. "jeans, off, now."

he leaves her pretty bra on top of the pile with her clothes, feeling her hardened nipples against his chest is arousing him so much he's sure he'll have an erection in no time. he kisses her passionately, letting his arms wrap around her and bringing her hands to cup her shoulders, bringing her even closer. he wants to melt into her body, become one. he chuckles against her lips when she demands for him to take off his jeans. he doesn't say anything, quickly going to unzip his pants and standing up only to push them down his legs and off his body. "lay down," he smiles before he's straddling her body, both legs on either side of hers. eyes looking at her bare chest. "god, you're beautiful"

moving off his lap was the last thing she wanted to, the cold sea breeze quickly engulfing her body when his chest was no longer pressed to his. she reminds herself it's only for a few moments. hungry eyes soak up his form as he strips the jeans off his body, and as much as she wanted to bark some more orders to make him sit back so she could sit between his legs and make him see stars, a part of her can't help but follow his orders and let her bare back rest against the couch. she'll get her turn next, she thinks. a small blush hits her cheeks at his words, her hands soon reaching out to cup his face and steal softer kisses this time, "make me feel good, sunshine, please...."

he loves it, he absolutely loves the tint on her cheeks. he realizes he wants to make her feel like that forever. he's going to dedicate to it. luca kisses her lips softly, resting a hand on top of hers that is on his face. "imma make you feel so good." he promises, and soon starts humming the intro of 'mermaid motel', their song. he places soft kisses on her jaw, on her neck, her collarbone, between her breasts, on top of each nipple. he wants her skin to be a mess of goosebumps. a hand goes up to stroke her cheek as he keeps on loving her upper body.

she trusts his words more than life itself. when he promises something, she knows he means it. she knows he'll come through with it, and make her feel on top of the world. when he starts mumbling their song, all she can do is smile and close her eyes to soak up every moment that he was giving her. she took in every taste his lips left upon her skin while she softly sang, "you call me lavender, you call me sunshine..." her whole body began to crawl with goosebumps as he gave attention to her sensitive nips. "you say take it off, take it off..." she moans softly while cupping the hand that was placed on her cheek.

he smiles through kisses as he hears her beautiful voice. "you're such a good singer." he says while flicking her nipple with his tongue. "it's like you should be a musician or something," luca teases with a grin and places a long lingering kiss right next to the aureola. His thumb traces her cheekbone before it travels down to her bottom lip. there's something about tracing your finger on someone else's lips that is so sexy to him. he keeps kissing her, feeling the erection grow in his black briefs. he trails down with his mouth until he reaches her thong. with his teeth, he bites the tiny piece of clothing and drags it down her legs, all the while he's making eye contact.

she can't help but laugh at his words, loving how even in the most sensual of moments, they were still always teasing and making each other laugh. "i'll consider it," she answers before she inhales sharply while he gives her girls the attention they've been craving all morning. soon her hand moves to let her fingers get tangled in his locks, her eyes finally opening to gaze down at him as he moves further down her slender frame. she lifts her hips so he can take the small piece of fabric off her body, and her legs instantly spread nice and wide to give him the best view he could ever find.

"just thank me when you win an award and we'll be alright" he chuckles. Her hips will be the death of him, the way moves them and lift them up only for technical purposes, drives him insane. He could stare at those movements all day. When he gets to her ankles, he takes the thong off with his hand. "Imma devour your pretty pussy, sugar" he sends a smirk her way before he immediately dives into her core with his swollen-from-too-much-kissing lips. She's already wet and that turns him on even more, feeling his length completely erect by now.

just hearing him talk that way, god it caused her whole body to shiver and her core to drip with hunger. luca wastes no time in staying true to his words and quickly devouring her core. it causes a quick curse to leave her lips before her back arches from the suddenly rush of pleasure. one hand travels to find his, wanting their lingers to lace together and give it a tight squeeze. her hips buckle to push herself further into his mouth, "holy fuck, just like that, luca..."

Like they're in sync, luca reaches a hand for hers to intertwine their fingers. With his other hand, he guides her leg over his shoulder, so that her bent knee is gripping it. It gives him a better angle to eat her out, and he loves all the reactions she makes. From arching her back to the moans slipping past her lips. He bites on his lower lip, admiring her dripping pussy once more before he attacks it again with his mouth. His tongue quickly finds her clit, swollen from the arousement she's experiencing. He caresses her ass while his other hand squeezes hers tightly. "I love you, i love you, i love you" he repeats like a mantra between licks. "You're mine. I love you."

"god, i love you so much," she practically moans as her hand squeezes his. hips begin to rock against against his mouth the more he dives deeply into her. the knot in her stomach grew tighter and tighter with each breathless moan she cries out into the open air. if he kept going like this, she'd explode in no time. which is why she only lets him have the upper hand for a few moments longer before she's leaning up and bringing his chin up to her level, "if you want more, you're gonna have to give me a taste first." she leans in to soak up the juices left upon his lips before she's pulling him up and pushing his back against the couch. "i'm gonna make you see stars, handsome."

When her hips start to rock, he thinks he's in heaven. Licking faster all the juices from her core, he smacks his lips a few time and places softer kisses on every little bit of her entrance. He smiles at her words, it's wonderful to know he's loved like that. He treasures sirena's love. Before he can feel her cum in his mouth, she's already pulling him up, juices down to his chin. He wipes it away with his hand and smirks at the promise she makes. "Oh" he says breathlessly before his back is hitting the back of the couch. Biting his lower lip, he palms himself a few times. "Take off my underwear." He wants her to do it to feel her fingers first. Magical fingers that already have him breathing hard at thr thought of them.

"oh luca," she sighs softly with a teasing smile. "it's cute how you think you're still in charge right now." she leans in to capture his lips, only to tug at his bottom one and pull on it before she's peppering sweet kisses on his jawline and across his neck. her hand begins to palm in through the fabric of his underwear while her teeth go to work nipping and biting softly at the skin upon his neck. leaving her mark once again, she wants to tease him just for a second before letting her hand slip up under the fabric that hides her prize. "you're rock solid, handsome," she teases him when her bare fingers finally wrap around his hardened length, giving it a nice squeeze before she leans up to rest her forehead against his own. "it's your turn to beg, luca. tell me how badly you want my pretty lips wrapped around you."

He blushes, feeling his ears hot. She really got bossy, huh? It's alright, he can switch for a bit. "Okay, okay." Luca chuckles, "I'll let you do whatever you want, precious" he says before she kisses him. His arms hold her naked waist as she tugs on his lower lip, a groan escaping his mouth. Leaning his head back, he lets out soft moans as she works on his neck. A louder groan when her hand reaches the part of him that wants her more. He shifts a bit in his seat. "You're driving me crazy here" he whines with his eyes closed. The idea of being marked up always too powerful to him. It's so sexy how she marks her territory like that. Luca likes the praise, "only for you" he manages to choke out once her hand is on his length. "Fuck" he moans as she squeezes him.forehead already sweaty, Luca forces himself to open his eyes and look at the woman he's in love with.  "Please" he begs. "Please rena, i need your pretty lips on my cock. You know how to make me lose my mind. Take me in."

listening to the sounds that melt past his lips, it gives her the drive to keep teasing and give him a small taste of what's to come. he could seriously make her a song with nothing but his moans, and she'd listen to it for hours upon hours, getting lost in his cues of pleasure. when he begs so nicely, a wide smile graces her lips, tasting his own one last time before she begins to travel south down his perfectly sculpted body. "i could listen to you beg all day," she speaks softly when she's finally resting on her knees and her fingers begin to pull the last of his fabrics down his legs and around his ankles instead. watching his cock spring forth, her eyes grew wide with hunger. "but i think you've earned this," she finishes, soon gripping his length and letting her tongue dart out to lick up the pre cum that drips from his tip. she's giving his shaft a few light squeezes as she sucks on his tip before opening her mouth wider and fully taking his length deep into the back of her throat.

"i can beg" he states, watching her get down on her knees. Her naked body on this yacht is such a beautiful thing to see. He bites his lower lip as he lifts his hips to help her remove the last item of clothing. He's naked in his full glory. "I've been good. So good. Please suck me off" he asks for it, soon getting into sub-space. It's rare to see him like this, so sirena better be making the most of it. "Oh" he shuts his eyes again when she grabs him and licks him. His body tensing up from the pleasure he's feeling. Her mouth is velvet against his sensitive cock. Silver velvet. "Holy fuck" he groans, rolling his head to one side as his muscles begin to work harder, his chest raising and falling every millisecond she takes him deeper. "Please. Grab my balls. Please" he whines, out of breath. They're sensitive and he needs to feel her touch there as well.

her head quickly begins to bop up and down at a nice pace, letting her tongue lather his shafts as her lips give love around the base as well. a few times she let's his tip reach the back of her throat, letting him gag her just slightly before she's coming up for air and heading back down. her moans and groans work to vibrate around his cock as she begins to work faster on him. hearing him beg like this was making her core ache and scream for him to fuck her already, but she wanted her taste and wouldn't stop till she was satisfied. listening to his request, one hand moves to cup and fondle both his balls, letting them dance and play in her palm as she continues to suck him off. soon she's lifting his cock so her tongue and trace down his length before she's popping his balls into her mouth, lightly sucking on them as her free hand continues to jerk him off. "you taste so fucking good, handsome," she moans as a small amount of saliva trails down her bare chest from how much she was devouring him.

When he hits the back of her throat, his mouth hangs open, curses slipping past his mouth. Hearing her gag like that for him, oh what a nice tune to his ears. When she goes up for air and leaves his cock alone for a second, luca feels like he's dying, only to be revived by her sucking him again. The breeze against his member is sending shivers up and down his spine. "Please don't stop" he bites down on his lower lip, raising a hand to run his fingers through his hair. When she cups his balls, he's about to lose it. His orgasm is near, he can feel it building up inside of him. "Thank you,' he breathes out. "Thank you." She's a sex goddess. "Shitshitshitshit" his upper body squirms as she takes his balls into her mouth. The texture feeling like heaven. "You're too good to me" he smiles through the painful pleasure. Before he even notices it, he's spilling on her chest. A resonant "fuuuuuck" leaving his lips. He bucks his hips up repeatedly to milk the most out of his orgasm.

she can feel his body squirming under her touch, and she's loving every second of it. listening to him thank her, hearing his groans and cries of pleasure, god it was almost enough to get her off right then and there as well. soon her movements become rough, because she's hungry to get him off and watch his face melt and contort from the stars she's making him see. soon enough his reached his high, and she let's him coat her naked chest before taking him in once more to lick up every drop he's giving her. making sure he's nice and clean, and that he's rode out his high for as long as he could, she's grabbing her jeans and cleaning up the mess on her chest, knowing that she has plenty of other clothes to wear later on and she'll just have to wash that one later. "you better catch your breath quick, cause we're not done here, handsome." she straddles his lap and grabs his cock so her sweet pussy lips can begin to tease his length, helping him get back up while her juices coat his entire shaft. "you still have fuck the life out of me," she whispers against his lips.

He's breathless, chest raising up and down quickly as he tries to regain the composure. He's rode out his high and he's a sloppy mess on the couch. He watches sirena clean herself up and suddenly he's rock hard again, ready for another round. "Are you gonna fuck me?" He asks with a sparkle in his eyes, a greedy smile on his lips. He's still in a submissive state, so when she climbs onto his lap, he watches in awe. Luca moans out as she teases his sensitive cock with her pretty pussy. The juices that are coating him are making him see explosions of colors behind his closed eyelids. Luca swallows hard at her words and kisses her lips. "ride me" he begs. "Oh fuck, please ride me. I'll be good. I've been so good."

she can't help but chuckle at how ready he already was for a second round. there plenty of other reasons why she loved luca so much, and this was definitely one of them. her own soft moans are mixing with his when she teases him, and she finally feels they've both had enough. making sure his tip was aligned with her core, she doesn't waste anytime letting his entire length run up deep insider her. "oooh, fuck," she cries softly, letting her walls get adjusted to his size before she begins to bounce upon his lap, her walls clinging around his shaft with ever thrust he makes. "fuck me just like that, luca," she commands as her hips begin to move quicker. "fuck, just like that, baby!"

He bites her shoulder once he enters her, her walls enveloping him so well. "Lavender" he gasps as he kisses the spot he's just bit. Instinctively, Luca's hands go to her ass, squeezing tightly between his hands. She's bouncing so beautifully on top of him, her breasts keeping up with the rhythm, he can feel his mouth water. "Can i kiss your tits?" He asks with a soft voice, groans at the back of his throat. He helps her guide herself into him with his hands. "Keep fucking me" he whispers against her skin. "Keep fucking me so good. You own me, rena. I'd do anything for you, just keep fucking me like this"

her fingers are entangled in his locks as she's feeling him fucking her so nicely. his name is mixed with her moans and cries, and suddenly she forgets exactly where she is. all that matters to her is that luca is right here with her, making her feel this incredible despite the burning sensation she was feeling from being so close to reaching her high. "please do," she practically begs, her tits being one of her favorite places to be touched. his words were sending her into overdrive, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as the pure ecstasy he was giving her was becoming too much in the best way possible. "fuck, luca, i'm gonna come so hard for you," she admits through panted breathes. "i love having you so deep inside me, sunshine. you always make me feel so fucking good!"

As soon as she lets him, luca attacks her skin with his lips. Tasting so sweet, a bit of his own cum mixed in there. She feels so good wrapped around him, his eyes are closed and his mouth is exploring every bit of skin and nips. They're erect, which only drives him crazier. He's in actual heaven. "Cum for me" he says between groans of pleasure. Suddenly, his dominant side showing again. "Cum for me, i want you to fall apart on my cock." And he loves being so deep inside of her, hr squeezes her ass tighter as he flicks a nipple with his tongue several times at the speed of lightning. "You feel so good. So fucking good. You're a treat to fuck. Oh god how i love fucking you." He bucks his hips up so he's pounding into her, suddenly feeling his second orgasm building up.

between his mouth tasting every inch of her hardened nips, to his big hand squeezing her perky little ass, to his cock being buried deep inside her, the knot in her stomach was becoming unbearable at this point. she couldn't contain her cries and screams any longer, not really caring too either as the whole ocean was for them to enjoy for this weekend. her nails begin to dig into his back as she holds on tightly to him while his name echo past her lips more times than she can count. before she can even give a warning, her whole body begins to convulse and quiver in his arms. her toes began to curl and her walls grow so tight around his cock, she's afraid they'd be stuck together. it feels like it takes an hour for her to finally calm down from her high, her body finally losing its tension before she's collapsing against his frame, her breathing slowly trying to go back to normal again.

he keeps fucking into her when he feels her body reach her own orgasm, it quivers between his hands, it's enough to push him over the edge. "oh, sirena, fuuck," he cranes his head back and rolls his eyes to the back of his head. this second time feeling stronger than the last. he swear he sees stars and he laughs a little, loving how she really kept her promise. walls tight are milking every little bit of his cum as he shoots up inside of her. his thrusts slowing down until finally stopping and just being inside of her, deep, feeling her insides relax a bit, he does as well. luca catches her when she crashes against his chest. "shh" he strokes her hair and kisses her forehead. "you did so good. you fucked me so good," he praises with a whisper, feeling like he's about to explode from all the love and respect he has for this woman.

feeling him release inside her, she can't help but feel proud that she got him off twice in one sitting. she wonders if all this built up tension was from her keeping her promise in not letting the two get too wild before their getaway vacation this weekend. of course she couldn't stop herself from kissing the boy all week, but she somehow managed to withhold sex for at least two days before they left. for now, there was no other place she'd rather be than in his arms right now. the way he's holding her and comforting her after their wild ride, it makes her heart want to burst right out of her chest with all the love she feels. "i love you, luca cartwright," she mumbles softly, her body snuggling deeper into his hold as she listens to the beautiful rhythm of his heartbeat.

he closes his eyes as they both try to regulate their breathing. his head perched upon her shoulder and one hand is stroking her naked back. the two days they didn't had sex definitely helped them get off that hard, at least in his opinion. he'd been looking forward to this weekend ever since sirena posed the idea of not having sex till it happened. he smiles at her words, "i know," he replies. he doesn't think he's ever felt so sure of someone else loving him. it's a huge step for him. he avoided relationships because he didn't think he could be loved, not with all the baggage he carries. and his first relationship... well, that's the time when it all started and he began to feel insecure about his worth. but now, with rena, he doesn't even question it. he feels it so deeply. luca pulls away and opens his eyes to look at her features, "i love you, sirena rose," his smile is big. with both hands, he hoists her up and he pulls himself out of her.

she smiles sweetly at him when he replies, and helps him by pulling herself off his lap in the process. suddenly she's very aware of how exposed she is, but she doesn't really care all that much. the boat seemed to find a perfect spot for them to coast on, which gives them the opportunity to swim if they'd like to. standing up, her legs were a bit wobbly at first, simply from the position she had been sitting in, plus the intense fucking they just had. she leans down to steal a kiss from him before she's making her way toward the back of the boat, an inviting smile telling him to follow. the minute she reaches the lowest part that sits right on top of the water, she wastes no time in diving in and letting the cool ocean water fully refresh her. "care to swim with the fishes?" she teases after she comes up for air.

luca chuckles when he sees her wobbly legs. he's not sure where she's going, but he loves to see it. he quickly puts on his briefs and follows her to the edge of the boat. his eyes widen when she dives right into the water. he didn't expect that. waiting for her to come out for air, luca sits on the border, feet dangling in the water. his skin fills up with goosebumps. "no way, it's too cold," he grins, splashing her with his leg. he likes seeing her so happy. and he swears he will do anything and everything to keep her smiling like this. when they fought, his heart ached when she looked so heartbroken, he wouldn't want to see her face like that ever again. "besides, i'm too fucked out," he laughs. "i'd drown. i'd rather take a nap," he teases.

"what a baby," she teases with a giggle when he splashes water on her. the cool water already woke her up, and honestly, it was nice to feel weightless after barely being able to stand on her legs after the rough love making they just did. swimming up to the edge of the dock, she rests her arms on them and looks up at her boyfriend, "why don't you go take a nap? you're gonna need all the rest you can get cause we're just getting started." she sends him a playful wink.

"i'm baby, rena." he laughs. luca watches her as she swims back to him and he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "don't treat me like an old man. i can take it," he rolls his eyes, looking at the ocean in front of them before looking down at sirena. "if i do take i nap is because i want to, not because i need to, alright?" he grins and bends down even more to steal a kiss from her lips. she tastes like the salt of the sea. "how are you so active right now? is it because you do so many shows a year that you're used to the stamina or adrenaline or whatever it's called?"

"you are baby," she chuckles softly. "it's not my fault you sound like an old man," she teases playfully before splashing some water his way. she nods his head at his next set of words, letting him think whatever he wanted to think. tasting his lips, she already wants to taste more, but she holds herself back. "that's probably it," she laughs at his question. "i'm used to doing two hour shows with barely any break so you kind of have to work up a pretty high stamina. also my sex drive is just horribly high," she laughs before leaning back to float on her back. "go take a nap, handsome. i'll be here when you wake up."

"i only sound like an old man because i'm wise as fuck," he jokes with a grin. "hey! don't do that!" luca laughs as he tries to shield himself from the splashes with his hands. "listen, i admire that. your first shows must've been exhausting, but look at you now! you're a pro. in no time you'll be playing staples center in la and wembley in the uk!" he smiles. luca really has all of his faith in this band, they have a sound he can't really recognize in other bands these days. they're unique. he laughs at her comment about her sex drive, "mmm looks like we're soulmates, huh?" he smiles and kisses her. once she's floating on her back, he stands up to admire her naked body, all wet. "alright," he yawns. "will you go wake me up in a babydoll or something?" he asks with a smirk.

their first shows were pretty exhausting, but sirena has always had some high stamina. maybe that's why it was so easy to keep herself in shape, since she actually didn't mind burning up that stamina while working out. she smiles at how confident luca is in something strange, and it gives her the drive to do better and preform in the arena's he's talking about, "thank you, handsome. you'll be backstage watching us play at every single one of them." his next question makes her laugh, "maybe. or you might just wake up handcuffed and blind folded. i haven't decided yet."

"i better be" he teases with a smile. "Oh?" The idea of waking up cuffed is actually exciting. "Both sound good" he says before he waves at her goodbye and goes to grab his clothes from the couch. He finds their room easily, since it's the biggest one. The bed is king size and there are chocolates on the nightstand,. He eats a piece when he lays down on the bed and before he knows it, he's sleeping like a baby.

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For blurb night: Werewolf!Shawn meeting his omega mate for the first time and being so speechless that he make a fool of himself. She is just so beautiful that he couldn’t help himself. (I hope this fits for blurb night). ❤️

absolutely dear, this is way longer than a blurb and i really hope that this is good

“Could I please get a bay breeze?” She finally called out her order to the rushing bartender.

“Coming up.” He didn’t even make eye contact, just began making her drink. She felt a little hurt but knew it was nothing personal, it had just been a rough day at her internship. Her dream job as a journalist and all she was doing was getting coffee and being verbally abused, she missed every meeting and learning moment running unimportant and irrelevant errands.

“Eight fifty, enjoy.” The bartender flashed her a quick smile and pushed the drink down the mahogany wood.

“Thanks, have a good night.” She smiled shyly and dropped her payment and tip on the table, escaping the crowded bar to find a quieter area with a table to order food.

Y/N knew this place was full of wolves, she could smell it the moment she walked in.

~

Shawn was fidgeting with his shirt, having realized he’d mismatched the top two buttons on his rush out the door. Shouldered the door open and took in his bar, it was busy, good.

He bought the bar because he loved cooking, and it was a good meeting place for his pack. He employed his pack and a few of their human mates or friends, but no one who wasn’t aware of their secret.

Weaving through the crowd of sweaty, slightly drunk, civilians, Shawn headed to the double doors leading to the kitchen, “Hey Reg, you okay?” He glanced at the flustered bartender and raised a brow with worry. 

“Yeah, yeah!” Reg wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and plastered a smile on his face, “Just getting used to the Friday rush.” He flashed a conciliatory thumbs up and got back to the rapidly growing crowd.

Shawn shrugged and chose to trust that Reg had it handled, Geoff would be in soon anyway, seeing as it was 4:45 and his shift started at 5. He continued into the kitchen and greeted the four pack members already working, “Maggie you can clock out if you want, have a free Friday night.” Shawn could smell the anxiety coming off of her, she just applied to college and was panicking about her decision letters coming. Upon hearing Shawn’s offer her shoulders instantly straightened and eyes lit up.

“Really?” Her genuine surprise hurt Shawn a little bit. She was a recent addition to the pack, her previous alpha was very cruel and controlling and she had to get out. 

“Of course, enjoy your night.” Shawn spoke softly and gave her a warm smile. She jumped a little bit and hastily pulled off her apron, bumping into a hanging pan on her way out and startling herself, causing Shawn to chuckle.

“Thanks Shawn, table 12 needs water and chips and salsa, see you tomorrow!” Maggie called as she pushed out of the kitchen and disappeared with a whip of raven hair. He looked around and flattened out the flannel he had on.

“Who’s going to take orders then?” Shawn’s dishwasher Rocky inquired from his position at the sink. This prompted Shawn to glance at his kitchen crew and realized they had sunk into a good pattern already, and though he loved cooking, he also loved interacting with his patrons. 

“It’s all good, I’ll do it. Looks like you guys are happy with where you’re at.” Shawn smoothed his hair and pulled on a waist apron, glancing up only to confirm with his staff that they were good. He received nods and relieved smiles.

~

Y/N sat at her table, playing with the little straw in her drink, swirling it and waiting for her best friend Mallory to show up. Mal was always late and she wasn’t surprised.

“Hi! Welcome to Crescent Bar and Grill. My name is Maggie and I’ll be your server today. Can I get you anything else to drink or an appetizer to get you started?” Maggie had a pleasant tone, and a kind smile, but she could smell the worry on her. Y/N was a werewolf but found out at a young age that she was an Omega. Her senses nearly paralleled an alpha, and when she found an alpha mate she would work alongside him.

“Hi, um- could I get a water please. And I’m waiting on my friend but would you mind getting us some chips and salsa to start?” Y/N was a little awkward, since she was burnt out from work, but she was polite nonetheless. She and Maggie seemed like they were in the same boat.

“Coming right up!” Maggie assured cheerfully. Y/N leaned back in her seat and checked her phone, 

Mal: just parked, coming in.

Y/N: girl, someone in here smells really good

Mal: omg, r u smelling a mate?!?!?!?!? i’m running

Y/N snorted a little at the last message. As she pocketed her phone she saw a beaming Maggie making a beeline to her table, she smelled of relief and excitement now. “Hi, sorry to spring a change on ya but I’m headed home, another server will be out with your chips and salsa and water in just a moment. Have a good night.” 

She nodded and waved out the excited waitress, turning around and watching her path so she could look for Mal.

~ 

Shawn balanced a plate of chips and salsa and two water cups as he gently kicked the kitchen door open. He felt a serenity wash over him, this was new? He could smell the comforting feeling of hot cocoa on a winter’s night. He walked toward the scent absentmindedly, which also happened to take him towards table 12.

She was there. He couldn’t see her face yet but it was like she was glowing. She was turned around to face the door. Her deep brown hair fell in gorgeous disheveled ringlets and had golden ends. A girl approached her at that point. She stood up to hug her and as she rested her head over her friend’s shoulder Shawn finally got to see her face. The smile on it made his heart ache. Her eyes were shining, and so sweet. He needed to meet her. Now.

Feet moving clumsily forward he stopped short at her table. He set down their drinks and chips and salsa and stared before blurting out, “Beautiful.”

~

Mal was sitting down when it hit you. His scent filled her nose with warmth and smells of summer bonfires. Her head snapped up and she saw him carrying her food. He stopped short and awkwardly put down her stuff. Gorgeous honey curls fell in his golden eyes and his cheeks were pale, mouth gaping, “Beautiful.”

She giggled and said, “What?” Mallory was covering her mouth with her hands, but her eyes darted between the newfound mates with fervor.

“Um- I mean. That’s not professional, um but you’re beautiful.” Shawn’s mouth was numb and he stumbled over the sentence. Y/N’s face lit up with a deep blush.

“Thank you. You are too.” She had a look in her eye that told Shawn that though she was poking fun at him, she was feeling the same thing and being honest. “My name is Y/N,” She held out a hand for him to shake.

“Shawn.” He finally broke the awkward stance he held and lit up with a giant grin, he gripped her hand and shook it a little to excitedly, bouncing her arm up and down rapidly. “Oops, sorry.” He withdrew his hand quickly,

“It’s okay.” her laugh rang out gleefully. “So are you our server tonight Shawn?” He liked the way his voice sounded coming from her. It sounded right, like home. 

“Yes, welcome to Crescent Bar and Grill. I am Shawn the owner and will be helping you tonight. Is there anything I can get you right now?” He flashed an award winning smile and Y/N grinned.

“I never thought I’d find you this way…. But yes, I would like my mate’s phone number? And a cheeseburger if you wouldn’t mind.” She was smooth, but even pretending to be a player her polite and kind attitude slipped through. 

“Coming right up.” He scribbled it out on his pad and gave it to her. “And all your food is gonna be on the house.” He locked eyes with her again, amazed to have found her so young in life, he was only 24.

“Well if that’s the case, I’d like the New York strip steak with onion rings and fries. We’re also gonna need a dessert menu. It’s nice to meet you Shawn, I’m Mallory and I’m the one who will kill you if you ever hurt her.” Mal cut in, humorously. Shawn’s face dropped and his eyes glowed yellow for a moment just thinking about anyone hurting the amazing woman in front of him.

“I would never.” He stated seriously. Mal giggled, feeling secure about this mating paring and glanced over to her best friend. She was starry eyed and smiling like a dope. Nothing could be better than this.

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His Plus One // Shawn Mendes *Assistant Series* Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

A/n: my titles are getting worse and worse so apologies for that! thanks for all the love you guys keep giving to this series. I appreciate it more than you know! Much much love!

Warnings: mentions of some smut but not all the way...curse words...mentions of blood and a little angsty

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A few days later...

“Y/n I have a question for you.” Shawn pipes up the courage to say. We were sitting at a nice restaurant having a second official date. Everything was going so smoothly and every moment we just keep growing closer. 

I glance across the table and he seems nervous. My face scrunches up in confusion because he never really got nervous unless it’s something that could go wrong. 

“Shawn I have an answer for you.” I flash him a smile to assure him that it’s okay. He takes a deep breath and now he’s starting to make me nervous. I take a sip of my wine and gently set the glass down. 

“Well you know how we made that bet at the award show?” I nod my head and smile thinking about it. “I told you that if I won you’d have to come back to Canada with me for a family dinner. Well this dinner is more like a rehearsal wedding dinner and a wedding all together. I was wondering if you’d maybe want to seriously go with me as my date? My parents and sister really want to see you again. It would-“ 

“Shawn.” I cut him off before he starts rambling on. “I would be honored to.” Shawn’s face lifts up into this amazing smile and it made me smile even brighter. 

“Thank you baby girl! It means the world to me that you’d do this.” 

“I’d do anything for you.” I reply. Our waiter comes back with our food and we couldn’t wipe the smiles off our faces. Our relationship was growing and we were so happy to be together. 

A two weeks later...the wedding rehearsal dinner... 

I was circling around Shawn’s old room looking for my heels in a panic. Where could they be? I set them out when I was getting prepared for the night. I’m never this disorganized and always the one who is prepared for anything. 

“Y/n!” Shawn shouts from the bottom of the stairs. 

“Shawn I’m coming I promise! I just can’t find my heels!” I shout back and lift up some clothes. Shawn threw around some of his clothes everywhere and it was a mess. No wonder I couldn’t find anything. 

“Y/n/n.” Shawn appears at the door and in his hands were my heels. My shoulders drop from sudden relief. “You told me to hold them until we got to the rehearsal.” Shawn was calm and he had his very sweet smile on his face. 

“Thank you.” I reach up and give Shawn a kiss.  His hands go to my back to push me against him. This deepens the kiss which causes me to smile into our kiss. 

“God you’re so cute.” Shawn says then reaches down slowly grabbing my ass. I blush so hard I could feel the heat on my cheeks. 

“Let’s go or your mom is going to kill us for being late!” I take his hand and drag him out of the room, through the house, and outside to his car. Shawn opens the door to the Jeep for me and then walks over to the drivers side.  

The rehearsal was being held in a little area outside in this fancy courtyard. It was a beautiful evening and this was a beautiful town. The wedding was about 45 minutes outside of town in the countryside. Or so I’ve been told. But I’d found out tomorrow and I’ve seen some pictures. 

My mind wonders away from the wedding because then I think about meeting Shawn’s family. I was comfortable with his parents and Aliyah because they had already met me in the first month of my assisting. 

“Shawn please try not to leave me alone for very long with people I don’t know.” I look over at him and he switches his hand positions on the steering wheel. One goes to my thigh which causes butterflies to erupt in my stomach. 

“Don’t worry. You’ll never leave my side. Especially in that dress.” Another blush creeps up on my face and I just smile. The effects he has on me is crazy. 

It’s getting close to a month now that we have agreed to go out. Not only have I just fell head over heels but I honestly feel like I have found another best friend. He’s equally as goofy as I am and we just embrace it with each other. 

Once we arrive Shawn takes forever to find a parking spot. There was a lot of people suppose to be at this wedding. At least 200 guests were expected and possible more. That just made me a little more nervous. However tonight was a smaller crowd since it was more for the family and people apart of the wedding. 

“We’re going to be sooo late!” I say as Shawn takes my hand in his.  

“Y/n. The dinner started at 6:30. It’s 6:35.” Shawn replies as he checks his watch. 

“I’m a very organized person! If I’m even a minute late to anything then it makes my whole schedule just POP.” I exaggerate the pop and Shawn laughs at me. He starts swinging our arms as we enter the gates. 

“If anything is popping, It is for sure you in that pink dress. Reminds me of bubble gum.” Shawn bites the air and his teeth clack together. My eyes shut as a laugh escapes my body. 

I look ahead and see a whole crowd of people in different areas. My heels clicked against the concrete and I slow my pace down. Shawn notices and holds on tighter to my hand. 

“Don’t worry. You won’t have to meet all of these people.” Shawn assures me and just as he says that people walk up to the both of us. 

“Hello Shawn!” A older lady greets him and her husband does the same. “Who is this beautiful young lady?” She reaches her hand out and I do the same giving her a shake. 

“This is Y/n. My girlfriend.” Shawn wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me into his side. I never heard me being introduced as his girlfriend and not his assistant. It was such a strange feeling but I loved it. 

“Hi!” I greet with a warm smile. 

Soon Shawn and I made our way around the area greeting everyone. It was very sweet to see all the new faces and the way Shawn showed me off was just amazing. The guys I’ve dated before never really cared enough to put me out like that. It made me feel wanted for the first time. And who would have thought it would be Shawn? 

Eventually we find our seats at a table with his parents and sister. Aaliyah sat next to me and Shawn on the other side. I was talking to Aaliyah and we were cutting up laughing with each other. 

“Shawn take a picture of me and Y/n together!” Aaliyah hands him her phone and we stand up to take a few. We took at least one normal picture but then we had so many funny ones. 

Someone comes from behind and bumps into me almost knocking me over. I was never the one to say something when I was a rudely pushed. But apparently neither was this person. 

“Shawn is that you!” I stand up and Aliyah comes over to me to make sure I’m alright. I watch this beautiful, 5’4, skinny, fucking  model walks up to my boyfriend. 

“Oh boy.” Aaliyah mumbles under her breath and I see her roll her eyes. Aaliyah’s reaction gave me a faint clue as to who this girl was. Apparently not well liked. 

I lean over to whisper in Aaliyah’s ear. “Who the and excuse my language who the fuck is that?” Aaliyah’s face lifts up into a smile at my choice of words. I loved Aaliyah like my own little sister and she has done nothing but treat me as part of the family. Both her and Shawn’s parents have. Even before I was Shawn’s girlfriend they loved me and everything that I do for Shawn. 

“That is Shawn’s ex from wayyyyyy back. She treated him like absolute trash and we all hated her. But Shawn thought he was in love cause he was 16 ya know. He wouldn’t listen to anyone. He sure got the picture when she cheated on him.” Aaliyah explains to me. I watch her strut her stuff up to Shawn and he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. 

Her arms wrap around him and he returns the hug so easily. I felt my body tense up as I watch this interaction. Shawn replies to her and they actually get engaged in a conversation. Was I actually mad at this? 

“Don’t worry he’ll snap back to earth here in a second.” Aaliyah notices my reactions. Shawn glances over and sees Aaliyah and I staring. Both of us had our arms crossed as we watched the scene in front of us. 

“Y/n! This is Katie. Katie this is Y/n my assistant.” My heart stopped beating at those words.(I mean no disrespect towards the name Katie!!) All night he was proud of me and showed me off. My mouth opens slightly and Aaliyah looks back at me then Shawn. Shawn doesn’t even realize what he said and he looks at me smiling. 

So when this fucking model walks in I’m just nothing but his lousy assistant again. That’s fine with me. I’ll be his fucking assistant like I thought I would. I knew this would happen. I was literally having an all out battle with my emotions inside my head. 

“Hi I’m Shawn’s assistant.” I greet happily like nothing ever phases me. Shawn looks at me confused and I just keep my award winning smile on. 

“Oh so can you like go get us some drinks from the bar? Thanks.” She asks me in the most annoying voice. My body starts to shake from anger and I’ve never been this mad around Shawn before. I have always been so understanding because it’s in my job description. No one has ever treated me like a fucking server before. 

“I’m an assistant not a fucking waitress.” My voice came out low and very angry. 

“Oh see I thought an assistant was suppose to get things for you. Especially when that person asks nicely. Maybe you’re not very aware of that.” She replies and the wires in my brain just snap. 

“I’m very aware of my job description and what I do with it.” The words slipped out of my mouth before I had time. The anger inside of me getting far to ahead of me. 

“Y/n.” Shawn cuts in and he was looking at me with such a difference. It made my heart ache slightly. 

“Just forget it. It’s not even worth it.” I take my seat again and it gets quiet. Aaliyah takes a seat next to me and pats me on the leg. I look at her and she gives me this amazing smile that causes me to smile. Shawn takes a seat next to me again and places his hand on top of mine. I smoothly pull it back when I see Katie take a seat next to Shawn. 

I was silent as I ate my dinner. I mostly picked at it and the food was actually really good. But my stomach was hurting and I didn’t have the appetite. Shawn spent the whole dinner talking to Katie and catching up. I was still really mad that everything had happened the way it did. I was even more mad that Shawn didn’t even stand up for me. 

I listen in on their conversation and that’s when things got really serious. “I think you need to be looking for a new assistant. Especially one with less of a temper.” I watch Aaliyah stand up and the chair flies back. 

“I will not sit here and let this carry on. Shawn you do remember what this whore done to you right?” 

“Aliyah.” Her mom looks at her daughter with amazement. 

“Just wait mom.” She looks at her then back at Shawn. “I was there when she hurt you. I remember what she done and how in love you were with her. But she hurt you Shawn. She cheated on you with one of your own friends. The fact that you are still talking to her is amazing to me. I expected better from my big brother.” Aaliyah sits back down and the table was silent. She really just pulled the big brother card on him. 

“Wow it’s not just the assistant.” Katie mumbles under her breath. 

“WOAH.” Shawn and I both stand up now. Especially since Aaliyah was mentioned. 

“I would knock the hell out of you for disrespecting my girl Aaliyah like that. Quite frankly you’re not even worth it. I’ll be waiting by the car.” I turn on my heels a little too fast and crash into another person. I fall and I feel my head crash into stone and it was black. 

~~~~~~~~~

“Y/n” I hear voices and a sudden sharp pain shoot through my head. I groaned in pain as I open my eyes. My immediate reaction was to try and get up but someone held on to my arms to stop me. 

“Y/n it’s alright. It’s Shawn. I’m right here.” When my eyes open I see Shawn hovering over me with great concern on his face. Half my body was propped up in Shawn’s lap and I see a few other people around me. I notice it’s his parents and a few other close family members. 

“What happened?” My head was pounding and something was stinging on my temple. 

“You turned around too fast and tripped then knocked your head on the stone edge of the fountain. You got a pretty gnarly cut on your temple.” His hand was stroking my face gently and the other was holding a towel on my cut. 

“I’m so sorry.” I sigh and the pain was so much I just wanted to cry. Not only did I cause a scene as a guest at someone else’s dinner but I did it around Shawn’s family. They must think I’m a lunatic. 

“Baby girl don’t be sorry. I know how clumsy you are.” Shawn replies. 

“No Shawn I’m sorry. Especially to your friends and family. I overreacted and I let my anger get the best of me.” Shawn lifts me up so now I’m in his lap and he’s holding me. I take the towel from his hands and I hold it on my head. 

“Y/n. You did nothing wrong. I was being an idiot right in front of you. I acted like such a jerk to you and you had every right to get mad. After what she said to Aaliyah I came to my senses and we asked Katie to leave.” 

“Thank you for standing up for me Y/n. It meant a lot to me.” Aaliyah joins in. 

“That was very nice of you dear. You’re a apart of this family now and you prove that everyday. Not only taking care of my son but you care about us almost as much as you do Shawn.” Karen adds which makes my heart swell with pride. 

“We could never be mad at you Y/n. You’ve done nothing but bring happiness and joy into this family. We are grateful for you. You handled that situation like any sane person would. You’re a strong woman.” Shawn’s dad says. I felt Shawn wrap his arms tightly around me. 

“You mean the world to me Y/n. They all knew it before I even did. You’re the greatest person inside and out. I’m so sorry for the way I treated you tonight. I let you down.” Shawn gently kisses my head where my injury wasn’t. 

“It’s okay. I forgive you.” We had a moment where we just stared into each other’s eyes. I could see all the love he had right there. 

“Let’s get her home so she can get cleaned up and get some rest before tomorrow. We’ve got a long day full of fun activities.” Karen says and with Shawn’s help I slowly stand up. 

“You guys go ahead of us. We will stop and get her some ice packs and medicine. We used the last bit of it the other day. You’re father can be quite clumsy too.” She winks at me and I smile. 

“Thank you Karen.” I let go of Shawn and go over to gently hug her. It was nice having a mother figure around considering I didn’t get to see mine all that much. She gladly returns the hug and I feel her rub my back. 

“Let’s get you home Miss Graceful.” Shawn says and I groan at the nickname. Something I was always called in my younger years. 

I walk out with Shawn and he holds me close. He helps me into the Jeep and gives me another kiss on the forehead. “I’m still so sorry baby. You know I love you.” 

“I do know. You wanna know how I know? Whenever I look into your eyes I can see that sparkle. I can see adoration that you have for me. You only look at me like that. And everyday you’re surround by so many strangers. Everyday you’re surrounded by beautiful models and famous celebrities. But whenever you look at me you  see only me.” I say deeply as I stare at him. My hands cup his jaw and I can see him just listening to my words. “And oh my gosh you just said you love me for the first time.” I try not to squeal with excitement at his new words.

“You’re so beautiful. You even have beautiful words.” He leans down to my lips and we share a passionate kiss. He was gentle but still added enough force that drove me crazy. “Let’s get you home baby girl.” He whispers against my lips and gives me another one. “And don't feel the need to say I love you back just because I said it. I mean I know how I feel for you and I probably new from the first time we met. I have just been thinking about it for so long and-”

“Shawn.” I cut him off and a slight little giggle escapes my mouth. “I love you too. And I truly mean that. I am utterly in love with you rockstar.” I tell him truthfully. Shawn’s cheeks blush at my confession and I could not replace that smile I saw on his face.

He kisses me one more time and closes my door, making his way over to the drivers side. It was silent as we drove the short few minutes back to Shawn’s place. His mom said she’d stop by and bring the stuff. We only spent the day at his family’s house and all my other stuff was at Shawn’s condo. 

When we arrive I managed to get out on my own and we walked up to his place. The doors open and I’m hit with this cozy smell that just brings me peace. It was smells that I always thought of home. It was those fall scents that every home would have during the holidays. I loved them. 

I walk to his bathroom and give myself a look over since I haven’t seen my injury yet. The cut managed to stop bleeding so now it was just really sore. I wince as I start to clean it up some. 

I hear the doors open and some voices. Light footsteps pad across the hardwood towards the bathroom door I was in. “Y/n baby. Here. Mom brought you the stuff.” Shawn hands me the bag and he notices the few tears brimming my eyes. He frowns which causes me to look the other way. 

As quickly as I can I clean up the cut so the pain would stop. But the rubbing alcohol is always a bitch. I bandaged myself up and prayed that it would heal fast for tomorrow. 

“Go get ready for bed. I’ll bring you an ice pack and medicine.” Shawn says and I reach up giving him a kiss on the cheek as I pass him. 

“Thanks babe.” I make my way into his room where all my bags are. I whip out my running shorts and an old college shirt. I strip out of my dress and let it fall to the ground. I can hear footsteps coming up to the room but I didn’t care. It was just Shawn and he never made me feel uncomfortable. We’ve already had some intimate moments, but not all the way yet. 

I slowly put my shorts on and then take my time putting my shirt on. It was hard and I couldn’t get it over my head with out hitting my spot. “Shawn can you help me?” I huff out. 

When his fingers came in contact with my bare waist my heart stops altogether. His hands slowly trail up and around taking his time. Half the shirt was over my face so I couldn’t see him but I knew what he was staring at. Especially since I didn’t have a bra on. 

“Enjoying the view.” I mumble through the shirt. 

“You have no idea.” He whispers. Suddenly I felt his hot breath against my skin. He places a kiss against my stomach and leaves a trail all around my waist. Then he comes up further this time his tongue glides across my skin. I felt my legs go weak and he takes ahold of my waist to steady me. He gently pulls the shirt all the way over my head with out hurting me. 

His lips go to my neck now and then up to my ear where he takes a nibble at my earlobe. Chills were multiplying down my body now and you could see all the goosebumps. 

“You’re so fucking sexy baby girl.” My fingers find there way through his curls and I tug him closer to my body. I was craving more of his touch. 

For Shawn to be such a dork he had some pretty skillful moves when it came to seduction. It really impressed me and he definitely keeps me on my toes. 

Shawn lifts me up and puts me back down on the bed. His lips trail everywhere on my skin and my head was really spinning now. I no longer felt pain. It’s like he was a healer just with his touch. 

“I couldn’t wait until I got you out of that dress.” He says so dark and it really turned me on even more. I pull his face back up to me to where his lips meet mine. I let my fingers make there way to his button up and I work my fingers through the buttons. One by one I loosen them and my hands go to his shoulders slowly. I take the material down off his shoulders and with his help he tosses it over to the side. 

We start to make out and our attraction to one another kept increasing. Our kissing got rougher and I felt my head start to pound from so much action in one moment. 

“Shawn.” I stop him even though it took everything in me. “I’m sorry it’s my head.” I felt the tears brim my eyes again in pain. 

He looks at me and kisses all around me again slowly. My body relaxes once again with his gentle touch. 

“Let’s get some sleep. My clumsy girlfriend needs it.” He hovers over me and plants a kiss on my lips. He hands me a bottle of water and the pills for the pain. “Here this shirt will be easier to get into.” Shawn helps me put on one of his shirts. I was happy to be wearing one of his shirts but I think Shawn was even more happy the way I looked in it. 

Shawn changes into a pair of shorts and crawls into bed with me. He grabs the ice pack and places it on my bruised head. I hold on to it as he pulls me into his arms. 

“I love you Y/n.” I hear Shawn’s heart beat quicken underneath me. My heart pounds in my chest. 

“Shawn I love you too.” I wrap my arms around him and snuggle close. He starts to trace weird patterns on my back and it puts me to sleep easily. 

“You’re my whole world.” I hear him whisper right before I fall asleep completely wrapped up in his arms. 

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