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captains-simp · 3 years

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hi! can you write a yelena x fem!reader based on best friend’s brother by victorious where reader is nat’s best friend but falls for yelena?

I love the best friend's sibling trope🤧 Yes, I used Google translate for some parts. Yes, I am sorry in advance

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Warnings: brief injury description and R getting tipsy (and having less of a filter than usual 👀)

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"Nat you're not going to believe what I just saw! It has single handedly made my week- whoa!" You exclaimed as you threw your hands up and backed against the nearest wall.

"Who are you?" Demanded the blonde from the other end of her gun. You glanced frantically between her hand gun and her stone cold grey eyes, not knowing which you should be more afraid of.

"Y/n." You answered shakily, your mouth and throat suddenly feeling like sandpaper.

"Yelena!" Natasha shouted as she came into the living room. "Put your gun down you сумасшедшая сука (crazy bitch)!" Yelena hesitated as she gave you the once over and slowly lowered her weapon. You didn't fail to notice how she kept it in her hands until Natasha snatched it away.

"Hey!" She argued and tried to grab it back.

"You get gun privileges back when you stop pointing them at my friends." Natasha said as she put it in the safe under the kitchen counter.

"She didn't knock!" Yelena defended with a thick accent.

You were still stood awkwardly against the wall as you watched the interaction. You had no idea who the blonde was much less why she had acted like a paranoid guard dog. Not that you were offended, being friends with someone who had a lot of protective friends and coworkers meant this had happened more than you wanted to admit. JARVIS actually had some very over the top weapons pointed at you twice.

"I don't knock when I go to her place." Natasha pointed out. You smiled nervously at the blonde when she looked over at you again.

"Well as your new roommate it seems like something I should know."

New roommate? Natasha hated the idea of a roommate and had always been very vocal about it. It was why she insisted on having her own apartment rather than living in at the Avengers compound.

You glanced around and couldn't see any moving boxes or suitcases or really anything that indicated anyone else was living there. Either Yelena had already packed or she just wanted to keep all her personal things to herself.

"Temporary roommate." Natasha corrected making the blonde huff. "Who still hasn't gotten the groceries." Yelena mumbled something under her breath in Russian as she trudged towards the door. She glanced your way once then looked back as if second guessing you. She narrowed her eyes slightly and you fidgeted on the spot, feeling nervous under her gaze.

"What did you see?" She asked.

"I'm sorry?" You replied, not knowing where the question came from.

"What did you want to tell Natasha about." You stared at her blankly for a second before you suddenly realised what she meant.

"Oh! I saw a man walking seven ferrets." You said with a fond smile as you remembered the way their leads were getting caught up as the scrambled over each other. Yelena stared back at you. "Seven is a lot." You said. She still didn't seem to get it. "I like ferrets." You mumbled as you felt embarrassed.

She didn't say anything as she looked you over one more time and opened the door to leave, shutting it firmly behind her. You released a breath you didn't know you had been holding once the door clicked shut.

"Seven?" Natasha teased with a smirk as put some toast in the toaster. You grumbled as you walked over to the kitchen island and leant against it.

"She's intense." You commented and whipped your head around to the door, afraid she would walk back in.

"She's my sister." Natasha said casually.

"Sister? What?! Since when did you- Sister?!" Natasha chuckled at your reaction and shrugged simply.

"It's complicated."

"Everything with you is." You fired back. "Look I'll tell you our life story later." She waved off. You had known Natasha for years and considered each other your closest friends. You told her everything but you understood early on that there was a lot about her life she couldn't talk about. Whether it was because it could endanger you to know or it was simply to painful to recall, there would always be something.

"And I'm sorry about her wanting to shoot you. She's a lot." Natasha sighed, clearly tired. She had been away for months and you guessed she had found Yelena at some point during that mission. She had only been back a week and clearly needed a break. You wondered if she would finally take Fury up on his promise of a vacation.

"She's just protective." You shrugged. "Like someone else I know." You eyed the redhead with a smile. Yelena honestly seemed nothing short of terrifying to you, but you weren't going to admit that to your friend who would remind you of it every chance she got.

"Trust you to defend someone who put a gun on you." Natasha rolled her eyes and pushed a hot drink towards you.

"She seems nice." That wasn't the right word and given the look Natasha gave you she agreed. "Witty?" You tried. Natasha pulled a face in disagreement and you sighed in defeat. "Whatever, she's cute though." You thought aloud. Natasha shot you a warning look.

"Don't go crushing on my sister, y/n." She said with a serious edge to her tone. You laughed at her sudden shift and fell down on her sofa to grab the remote to start binging the shows Natasha had missed with you.

"I wouldn't dream of it."

It was a Friday night when you saw the blonde next. The bar you worked at was surprisingly quiet for the day but you didn't mind at all. Less people meant less chance of having to deal with a drunken fight. Not that that ever really happened there.

You worked in a small bar that had been running since long before you were born. It wasn't the most out there establishment and combined with it's location on the quieter, arguably more sketchy, parts of the city, it wasn't massively popular. In fact, everyone who showed up at the bar you recognised instantly, lest the rare groups of people who stumbled upon the building. No one who went there was all that talkative, but you had come to know each of them over the years.

It wasn't that the bar itself was sketchy. It wasn't involved in illegal gambling or drug dealings. It was just that it seemed to remind people of home. You had alcohols there that you just couldn't find in shops or other bars. Behind the bar was everything from Mexico's brightest palomas to Russia's strongest vodka. The latter was what had drawn Natasha to your worn down place of work the first time you met her. While she didn't like to be reminded of her past in Russia, like a couple other customers you had, she couldn't deny she missed the booze. So you guessed you shouldn't have been surprised to see Yelena joining her that night.

"Just give it a chance will you." Natasha scolded her younger sister in a hushed voice. You smiled at the encounter as the pair came towards the bar. Everything the redhead had been able to tell you about her time away was evident from the way the siblings interacted. It really hadn't taken them long to fall back into the squabbling sisters role, like they hadn't ever been apart.

Yelena grumbled something in Russian as she glanced around the bar, her eyes soon landing on yours and just as unreadable as the last time you saw her. The memory had been playing a lot in your head.

"Hi again." You smiled at her before turning your attention to your friend. "The usual?"

"For this one too." Natasha nodded to her sister as she sat down on a stall, soon followed by Yelena.

You took two shot glasses from the shelf and put them infront of the sisters and opened a bottle of Natasha's favourite bottle. You filled the both to the brim and put the bottle on the counter, knowing the redhead wanted it there. Natasha wasn't really a regular drinker, but when she did enduldge herself she didn't seem to have a limit. You had never once seen her drunk.

Natasha didn't hesitate in tilting her head back with the glass at her lips and didn't flinch when she swallowed the drink. Yelena rolled her eyes but copied anyway.

You carried on with drying some glasses and tried not to pay close attention to the blonde's reaction. You always loved the moment that customers realised they had found the drinks of their country. And as Yelena was harder to read, it took extra attention to detail to spot the moment of realisation. Natasha was watching for it too.

Yelena shrugged. She shrugged, clearly underwhelmed. "It's good." She commented. Natasha sighed dramatically and poured herself another shot as she grumbled about never being able to please her sister.

You went back to your duties properly and shook your head with a sigh. First time for everything. However when you risked a glanced at Yelena you saw a hint of a smile tug at the corner of her lips. You grinned to yourself, deciding then that you were determined to see a proper smile from the blonde at some point.

"What's got you smiling?" Natasha asked with a smirk.

"Am I not allowed to just smile, Tasha?" You quipped back.

"I take it your date went well." You groaned at the mention of the event.

"It actually really didn't." You huffed. It was actually one of the worst dates you had ever been on. You had been giggling like a school girl when Natasha told you a shield agent had eyes for you. The two of you exchanged numbers and arranged a date but it became clear to you pretty quickly she wasn't as ready to date again as she thought she was. "She's definitely not over her ex." She grimaced. Natasha hummed in thought.

"Okay, but do you want me to key her car?"

"She paid for my coffee!" You laughed, she always had to be dramatic with her protectiveness.

"Is that a no then?" Yelena asked. You honestly had no idea if she was joking or not.

"It's a no." You confirmed with a smile.

"I'm sure I can find you someone else." Natasha said confidently. You hummed in response and watched her pour another pair of shots.

"That's okay, Tasha. Maybe you should focus on yourself and a certain other redhead." You grinned. Natasha shot daggers at you as Yelena whipped her head around to stare at her sister.

"You have a boy..." She paused and scanned her sister quickly. "Girlfriend?" She concluded. You snickered and poured a drink for another customer, focusing on him momentarily as the pair bickered further.

"There is nothing going on with me and Wanda!" Natasha exclaimed.

"The magic one?" Yelena asked with interest.

"The magic one." You confirmed with a grin.

"What's she like?" The blonde continued as she leaned forward.

"She's better than you Сволоч (jerks)." Natasha mumbled as she rolled her eyes.

"And a total babe." You added and leapt back when the redhead went to hit you.

"Y/n!" You spun around at hearing a familiar voice. Joseph, your oldest regular, was making his way through the room towards the end of the bar, a fond smile etched into the deep lines on his face.

"Hey, pal." You smiled back and went to prepare his usual as he started to chat away at you.

"You never had anything with her?" Yelena asked boldly as she tilted her glass towards you.

"Y/n?" Natasha was surprised to say the least. She had never thought of you that way and no one else had ever asked about it. "No." She chuckled, thinking of all the times you had done everything in your power just to get her and Wanda alone in a room together. "Why'd you ask?"

"I just wondered." She said as she tapped her glass in thought, grey eyes watched you actively engage in conversation with the older man. Natasha narrowed her eyes at her sister.

"Right. Just don't crush on my best friend." She warned as she poured her sister another shot.

"You got it." She nodded and threw her head back as she downed the shot.

You ended up seeing Yelena quite frequently. Not only did she join Natasha in coming to the bar, but she seemed to always be there when you visited your friend too. She wasn't much of a small talker, you learned that quickly, but the passing moments you happened to be alone in each others company stopped being awkward quickly.

Yelena was surprisingly easy to get along with. Once you had found a common ground of interest (making fun of Natasha) you could easily carry a conversation with her, but she was still closed off - something you were expecting given her past. There was one evening that made that as clear as it could be.

"I'm just saying the Avengers would be very happy to have you!" Natasha exclaimed with a smile as you sat giggling next to her.

"I'm not going to be a hero." Yelena waved off. She had quickly began agitated when she had nothing to do. There had always been something. Some mission. Some test. Some important training. Anything. And now she was free from the Red Room Yelena was struggling to know what she could do. You could tell she wanted to have a meaningful role, you just doubted she was going to admit that.

"There's always bounty hunting." You suggested as you flicked through the thin file in your lap. Sometimes when Natasha was struggling with a particular case file she gave it to you for a new insight. You never got a name or any big details in the files and it still wasn't entirely within the rules, but sometimes you actually helped.

"He bled to death from the stabbing, then he was shot." You muttered to the redhead as you passed the file back. Turns out being a drop out med student was good for something. While Natasha was the best of the best, she was still human and there were things even she overlooked from time to time that you picked up on.

"That's a good one." Yelena agreed as she sipped on her beer, pondering the suggestion.

"But why even go for something like this at all?" You said. Natasha and Yelena gave you a confused glance.

"I'm sticking to what I'm good at." The blonde said slowly.

"I'm sure you're skill set expands beyond all...this." You waved your arms around aimlessly. "Was there anything you remember enjoying before?" You asked curiously and Yelena instantly stiffened.

"No." She said bluntly and put her bottle down on the table. "Bounty hunting sounds good, I'll look in to it." She said as she left the living room area and headed towards her room without a second glance.

Your throat felt dry suddenly as guilt washed over you. What kind of a question even was that? She was only a kid when it happened, part of you wondered if she even remembered the part of her life before the Red Room.

"She's okay." Natasha assured, as though reading your mind.

"I shouldn't have asked." You muttered.

"Probably not, but for what it's worth" Natasha started as she went to put the shield file away "I thought you were onto something."

So you never asked about her past again, but that didn't stop you from thinking about it. You wondered if it was something she and Natasha talked about, only able to confide in one another about the nightmares they shared. Or was it an unspoken thing, something that they kept in the deepest darkest parts of their minds? You didn't expect to ever get an answer to that question.

Not so deadly assassin: THERE'S A FUCKING RAT IN MY ROOM

Not so deadly assassin: come deal with it!!!

Not so deadly assassin: Y/N

Not so deadly assassin: oh NOW you have a life

Not so deadly assassin: if you don't come over in 5 minutes I'm killing it

You huffed as you took your phone out of your pocket to see who had been blowing up your phone. You skimmed over Natasha's messages and sent a quick threat telling her if she ended the rat's life you would end hers and sped up your walk.

Luckily you were only a few minutes away from Natasha's apartment and after running up the stairs a few at a time you knocked on your friend's door and licked your partly spilt drink off your hand with a curse.

Yelena opened the door and motioned for you to come inside, seeming unfazed by your arrival and no doubt knowing why you were there. "Is she okay?" You asked as you looked around frantically.

"She just got called away for a mission." Yelena said as she led you through the apartment to Natasha's room.

"I meant the rat." You mumbled and spotted it in the corner. Yelena snickered at your comment and leant against the door frame as she watched you slowly approach the rodent.

"How did it even get in here?" You asked as you cooed and held your hand out to the rat that considered you curiously.

"Came in through the window apparently. I think Natasha wants to tear down the fire escape now." Yelena deadpanned.

"Like either of you need it anyway." The rat came closer to you and sniffed your hand before walking onto it. You picked up the small creature and placed her down gently on the fire escape before shutting the window.

"Was that so hard?" You said with a smile.

"They carry disease, you know?" Yelena fired back.

"So do we!" You exclaimed and paused when Yelena gave you a side eye. "Okay some of us." You corrected as you washed your hands.

"I hope she didn't call you away from anything important." Yelena said as she glanced at the hot drink you had left on the counter.

"I was just about to go to the pharmacy." You shrugged.

"It's your lucky day, I need band aids." Yelena declared as she picked up her satchel bag.

"Band...aids?" You questioned with a shit eating grin as you grabbed your drink and headed for the door with the blonde behind you.

"Yes, y/n. I need band aids. You're as bad as Natasha, she doesn't seem to think we need them either. We have everything in that bathroom except band aids!" You giggled as you watched her ramble in exasperation, finding it undeniably cute when she got lost in her own world about something.

"So if you're bleeding to death you'll be fine but if you get a papercut then things are gonna get bad?" You teased as you left the building. Yelena rolled her eyes at you but seemed to not be able to stop the small smile fighting for it's appearance, tugging at the corner of her mouth.

"It's a pretty big papercut." She mumbled as she inspected the cut on her forefinger.

"Well I think you're very brave." You grinned.

You walked in a comfortable silence for a while until your eyes landed on something that spiked every happy hormone in your body. "Yelena!" You grabbed at her arm and pointed across the street. The blonde was understandably alarmed at first and you noticed her reach into her back pocket for something until she saw what you were pointing at.

"Seven ferrets." Yelena muttered as she watched the small animals half run down the street infront of their owner.

"Seven adorable ferrets." You corrected as you watched them continue to scurry along.

"I can see how that could be the highlight of your week." Yelena recalled and you couldn't help but blush slightly. "I think this is the highlight of mine." She admitted.

"You're only human." You sighed as you turned around to keep walking, a content smile on your lips.

"Why don't you have pets if they make you so happy?" Yelena asked curiously.

"Not allowed in my apartment." You said gloomily. It was probably for the best, you would have a lot of pets if you could, too many to handle.

"If you think about it, rats are just small ferrets and you see those everyday. You could go find some more." Yelena teased and you chuckled.

"Haven't you heard? They carry disease." It was Yelena's turn to laugh lightly at that. You smiled proudly at causing the beautiful sound and felt your stomach do a small flip.

It turned out all the Avengers were keen to have Yelena on their team. Tony and Steve had introduced themselves to the new Russian one evening and bored (Yelena's words) her with stories of their latest successful missions and how great it was to be an Avenger. She didn't buy it.

Then she started getting emails and texts from the team, inviting her to different events and trying to get on her good side. Tony had even sent an extravagant gift basket to the apartment one day. Yelena had asked you to spend the afternoon sorting through it with her, snacking on all the expensive chocolates on the way as you told the blonde you thought she had a secret admirer.

It was early in the afternoon when she finally agreed to meeting the whole team.

"I just think it could be fun. I know they probably seem like annoying children right now, but at those parties they have to behave." You said into the phone as you balanced it on your shoulder.

"I don't think I own the right kind of clothing for it." Yelena said.

"I'm sure Natasha can lend you something, she is your big sister after all." You teased and heard her groan.

"You don't even have to stay long. But once you actually meet them they'll lay off about you joining if you still don't want to."

"It's just not-"

"Your thing." You finished with a smile. "I know, Lena. They'll get it." She hummed in thought and a silence fell over your phones until you cursed. "Shit." You muttered when the table leg fell down again.

"You need help putting that table together?" Yelena asked for the umpteenth time. You sighed as you sat back and glared at the parts sprawled out across the floor.

"Yes please."

Yelena Belova wearing a suit was something else entirely. Every outfit her sister offered her she turned down until Natasha grew frustrated and took Yelena out for a suit fitting, and god it paid off. The blazer hugged her body closely in a way you partly wished you could feel. You knew the blonde wasn't big on any form of affection, especially physical, but you loved it and Yelena had become a good friend. During late evenings when she was sitting comfortably in an armchair with a large hoodie on you thought she looked so soft and warm. You could only imagine how safe you would feel in her arms. You always had to put those thoughts aside quickly, not wanting to let your mind linger on things so intimate.

"Told you this place isn't so bad." You laughed nervously as Yelena approached you. She smiled and shook her head, her eyes looking so much brighter in the new lighting.

"I can't argue with that." The blonde shrugged and followed you to the bar.

"You um, you look amazing by the way." You said as she avoided Yelena's gaze, not wanting to let your eyes wander the way they were straining to. Unfortunately that meant you missed how she took in your attire and the admiration she struggled to hide.

"So do you." She smiled.

"Evening." Natasha said with a smirk as she came up to you and Yelena from the other side of the bar.

"This does not feel right at all." You winced making the redhead smile, more so when she prepared what she knew was your favourite drink.

"Yelena! You running away from me?" Sam grinned as he strolled towards the bar. You smiled into your drink when you saw the blonde shift on her feet in slight frustration.

"You gotta come meet Maria, you're gonna love her!" He exclaimed as he tried to steer Yelena away. She looked back at you with a face that was clearly asking for help but you just giggled as she left and waved goodbye to her.

"Has she met Wanda yet?" You grinned at Natasha knowingly and a slight blush appeared on her cheeks.

"She has." You hummed and looked across the room to spot the Sokovian in question. "And?"

"And they only just stopped talking when you arrived." You nodded with a triumphant smile, knowing the pair would get along. You missed Natasha's short analysis of your expression, trying to find the thing she knew you were hiding until someone else arrived at the other end of the bar and she rushed off.

You leaned over the bar to pour yourself another drink and started across the room. It didn't take long at all to find Wanda, or rather for her to find you.

"Y/n!" She exclaimed as she pulled you in for a crushing hug barely a second after you had turned around.

"Hey Wan." You laughed as you tried to hug her back.

"How are you, sweetie?" She asked as she let you go.

"I'm good, how have things been for you?" It had been far too long since you had seen the Sokovian and you missed her company a lot. She had such a calming presence that you always felt so comfortable around. You had told her that once, not knowing the fears she faced of her powers and the mistrust she had in herself, and she had teared up as she pulled you in for your first Wanda hug.

"So, I hear you met Yelena." You smiled after a while of catching up with the redhead.

"I was slightly terrified of her at first." She admitted with a laugh.

"She had a gun on me when we met!" You exclaimed as you remembered it clearly.

"So I heard." Wanda teased. "I also hear you guys are getting on like a house on fire." She continued as she watched you carefully.

"Yeah." You muttered as you spotted her talking to Maria. "She's pretty great." You said easily.

You spent a while catching up with various team members between drinks. You kept steeling glances at Yelena, mostly catching her in conversations she clearly didn't want to be in but a few times you caught her eye and paused to smile at her. She was always beautiful but you really couldn't get over how she looked in the navy suit.

You were sat by the bar when the party started to come to an end. You usually would have left a while ago but you wanted to be able to say goodbye to Yelena before you did.

"I'm exhausted." Came the familiar husky voice from behind you. Yelena leaned on the bar next to you and poured herself a vodka and downed the shot.

"Me too!" You said loudly with a slight slur. Yelena paused before letting a smile creep onto her lips as she watched you with an amused glint in her eyes.

"How much have you had to drink?" Yelena asked as she took your glass away from you.

"A few." You thought as you tried to calculate in your head but just shrugged in conclusion.

"легкий (lightweight)." The Russian muttered.

"Hey, come over here." Natasha called as she rounded a corner and spotted you and her sister. "We're putting a film on." She declared. You glanced around and noticed that everyone had gone. When did that happen?

"Let's go, Lena!" You called as you took her by the hand and led her through to where Natasha had gone.

"Are you sure?" She questioned as she looked down at your entwined hands.

"Absolutely!" You jumped up a few steps and saw the group sitting around the large TV on the comfy sofas.

"I missed these." You said to Yelena as you fell down onto the nearest sofa and pulled her down next to you. Natasha placed some snacks down on the table and eyed your joined hands without a comment.

You brought your legs up underneath you, not unlocking your fingers when the blonde's who didn't seem to mind. The other Avengers didn't seem to take much notice or interest in how close you were to Yelena and thanks to your slightly tipsy state you didn't bring much attention to it either. All you knew was that you felt comfortable sitting so close to the Russian that your bare arm was touching her soft blazer.

"Your hands are really soft." You whispered to her. She smiled to herself and tried to fight off the slight blush painting her cheeks that you, lucky for Yelena, didn't notice.

"So are yours." She whispered back.

What you didn't realise was that Natasha was still paying close attention to you both with Wanda smiling knowingly besides her, even when the film started and the lights dimmed. She finally stopped when she heard Wanda laugh lightly at something on screen, turning her attention to the girl besides her and then the film.

Barely 10 minutes in you found yourself growing sleepy. The dark room and the warmth of Yelena were certainly part of the cause but you found you really didn't mind, especially when your head fell onto Yelena's shoulder and she didn't shake you off.

Your eyes struggled to focus on the screen and really anything that wasn't the blonde when she shifted on the sofa to let you lean back against her. You smiled faintly as you let your eyes close and relax against Yelena, your hand still in hers.

You awoke when the main lights started to come back on and you felt Yelena stretch behind you. Her blazer was draped across your front and you smiled like an idiot when you realised. She had only worn it for a few hours and it already smelt like her.

"Hey." She husked and you felt a chill run through your body when her breath hit your neck.

"Hey yourself." You grinned back.

"Come on, let's get you home." She said as she sat up on the sofa.

"Can you get me a cab?" You asked as you rubbed your eyes.

"I'll drive you." Yelena stood up and held out her hand to help you up too. You took it happily and leaned against her for support for a moment.

You said goodbye to the team and made your way slowly out of the living area and eventually out the building in a concentrated silence. Concentrated for you, Yelena didn't have any issue putting one foot infront of the other.

"You guys okay getting home?" Natasha called from the entrance as Yelena helped you into her car. You gave Natasha two thumbs up and grinned her way as Yelena nodded. The redhead nodded back and folded her arms as she watched you carefully leave the building site.

It wasn't that long a drive to your apartment. Yelena drove in silence while you hummed along faintly to a song playing quietly on the radio, unaware of the smile playing on the blonde's lips.

When Yelena had parked outside your apartment complex she helped you out the car and up to your apartment, unlocking the door for you and guiding you through to your room where she lay you on the bed gently.

"You should change." Yelena said as she got some of your night clothes from the closet and went into the kitchen to get you a glass of water.

"You should stay." You grinned at her. She arched a brow at you in question but you didn't respond, only turning around on the bed. "Can you help me with my zipper?"

Yelena nodded and put the glass of water down on your bedside table and pulled the zipper down, trying to ignore the urge to see if the skin on your back was as smooth as it looked. She cleared her throat when she realised the zipper went lower than she thought, reaching your tailbone. Yelena took a step back and turned towards the opposite wall as she heard you step out of the dress and into your bed clothes.

"You should take some too." You said when you pulled the duvet back.

"You really want me to stay?" Yelena questioned, it looked like you were starting to sober up.

"Of course!" You grinned as you leaned on your elbows to watch her and patted the space in bed besides you.

"Okay." She smiled and got some clothes from your closet that she quickly changed into when you looked away to drink the water she had given you.

Yelena folded her suit on a chair in the corner of the room before hesitantly getting into the warm bed besides you. But she surprisingly felt a lot more at ease when you draped an arm over her stomach as you closed your eyes. Yelena sighed lightly at the contact. She never thought she was one for physical contact, but she had been wondering what it would be like to receive it from you for a while. Even craved it after you had held her hand earlier that night.

"Night Lena" You mumbled sleepily. Yelena put her hand on your waist to pull you closer to her and brushed a stray strand of hair away from you face.

"Good night y/n."

Despite the killer headache that greeted you, you actually woke up feeling pretty great. Your bed was warmer than usual and you didn't feel quite as alone as you always did in the large bed.

You rubbed your eyes and groaned but froze when you felt a hand on your bare waist where your shirt had ridden up. Yelena was sleeping soundlessly besides you and your breath caught in your throat when you took in her appearance. The sunlight seeping into the bedroom hit her face just right and you had to remind yourself not to stare, even if she wasn't awake to notice it.

You spotted a bottle of advil on the bedside table and a fresh glass of water that you took together. You tried to be careful not to wake Yelena but she started to move when you did, her soft hand slipping from your waist.

"Morning." You said after finishing the glass of water and wiping your mouth with the back of your wrist. Yelena groaned as she stretched out like a cat and looked up at you.

"Morning to you too." She smiled and you wondered if she knew she had her hand on your waist just a few seconds prior.

"Feel free to take a shower and borrow some of my clothes." You offered as you stood up from the bed and made your way across the room.

"Thanks." She hummed quietly. "Hey." You turned around by the door when she called you. "How did you sleep?" She asked curiously as she sat up to face you properly.

"Like a rock." You recalled happily. "You?"

"Yeah," Yelena smiled back, "pretty great." You nodded and made your way to kitchen as Yelena got out of bed with a content smile.

Yelena was in the shower when you started on breakfast. Usually you would have made something simple like toast or some fruit but you figured as you had a guest you should make something better and settled on pancakes. You also wanted to thank her for staying the night with you.

"That smells amazing." Yelena said with wide eyes as she trudged into the kitchen, still drying her hair. Your heart swelled at the sight of the blonde in one of your band shirts with some loose shorts. Your thought that your clothes probably looked better on her and you imagined how soft she would look in your favorite hoodie.

"Take a picture, it will last longer." She teased when you didn't respond. You snapped out of your daze and smiled sheepishly as you avoided her eye and continued to flip the pancakes. You put a plate down on the kitchen island and motioned for her to eat as you put some juice and fruit down too.

"No pressure, but what I think of you as a chef is going to be determined by these." She quipped as she started to cut the food. You smiled and turned around to watch the blonde's face change into a childish grin.

"Not too shabby." You concluded before shovelling more of the food into her mouth.

"No too shabby." You repeated with a sense of pride as you sat down next to her.

"That's what they used to say on the American shows I watched as a kid." She explained. You were about to tell her you had heard the expression before but paused when you realised it was the first time Yelena said anything about her childhood to you.

"Weren't they translated?" You asked carefully.

"No because they were copies from America. My father got them for us." She said and you noticed the far away look in her eyes, no doubt remembering that day as best she could.

"Well if you remember what the show's called we can try watch them again." You suggested with a shrug. Yelena considered you for a moment before she smiled at you softly. "Okay." She agreed. You opened your mouth to speak but there was a sudden loud thudding on your apartment door. You went to stand up to see who it was until Natasha opened the door and slammed it shut making you jump.

"I locked that door." Yelena said with certainty.

"I have a spare key." Natasha showed the metal piece before putting it back into her pocket.

"You want pancakes?" You asked as you stood up to put some more batter in the pan.

"What's going on with you two?" The redhead demanded, ignoring your question.

"What do you mean?" You and Yelena used in unison.

"You know exactly what I mean!" Natasha exclaimed as she raised her voice and looked between you and her equally baffled sister. "Are you dating? You could have told me." She continued as a hurt expression flickered across her face.

"We're not dating." Yelena said slowly but glanced at you. "Are we?" You could have sworn you heard her voice hold something hopeful rather than teasing.

"Not since I last checked."

"Can you quit fucking around and just tell me?" Natasha took a second look at the shirt Yelena was wearing before her jaw clenched.

"Oh no no no. We didn't- she just slept over!" You rambled as you started to panic. Natasha looked far from happy. You had been thinking a lot about what your friend had said the first time you met Yelena. You were never sure if she was really serious or not. All you knew was you that you started to feel guilty when your eyes lingered too long on her sister or when you felt the butterflies in your chest at her contact or really anything she did. You told yourself you kept your promise and didn't have a crush on Yelena, but it was becoming increasingly harder to convince yourself and now Natasha.

"You can tell me." The redhead said quieter as her stance softened. You looked to Yelena who seemed set on staying silent as she stared at her empty plate.

"Natasha I really don't know what to say..." You honestly didn't. You were baffled by the whole situation and Yelena was hardly helping. She really thought you were dating?

"Right, I just wanted to know." The older Russian sighed as she trudged towards the door. There was a heavy silence over the apartment until Natasha stopped by the open door to turn towards you both with a frown.

"I didn't mean it. What I said about..." She glanced around as she fidgeted in the doorway and searched for words. You and Yelena waited patiently. "Wanda said you guys are cute." A smile flickered at the corner of your mouth and you looked to the floor. "She's right." She left without another word and shut the door gently behind her. You exhaled heavily once you heard the click and leaned against the counter.

"Crazy, right?" You laughed nervously. Yelena didn't respond. "You okay?" You started filling the washing up bowl with water, needing to do something as you talked.

"She thinks we're dating." Yelena muttered.

"Yeah that's what I... that's crazy." You laughed more and scratched the back of your neck.

"Is it?" She questioned as she turned around to face you. You couldn't help but stare back at her light eyes that you struggled to read.

"Maybe not." You shrugged. The blonde looked back at the ground with a conflicted look. "No... no it's not." You concluded.

"I like spending time with you." Yelena continued. "Just hanging out, helping you put together that damn table, sleeping next to you. Even at that damn party with like one hundred people I still just wanted to be with you." She admitted and you exhaled a breath you didn't know you had been holding. "I just like being around you."

"I like being around you too." Yelena looked up and you held her gaze as your hands shook with nerves.

"Would you still like being around me if we were on a date?" She asked boldly. You couldn't contain the smile that grew at her words. You reached out and took her hands in yours as you took a step closer to the Russian.

"I would love it." Yelena smiled and stood up slowly, her eyes flickering to your lips as you licked them. You closed your eyes and leaned forward bravely, finding your hands were no longer shaking. Yelena's left hand left yours and came up to your neck to steady herself and close the gap between you, pressing her lips ever so softly against yours.

You snaked your hand around her waist to bring her somehow closer and deepened the kiss you realised you had been craving for so long. You pulled away softly and rested your forehead against Yelena's, suddenly feeling very dizzy.

"I have a huge crush on you." You admitted with a sigh, to yourself and Yelena.

"I have a huge crush on you too." Yelena laughed softly. "Can we do that date now? I think I've waited long enough." You giggled lightly and nodded your head as excitement rushed over you.

"Sounds perfect." You smiled and went to your bedroom to get changed but paused in the hallway. "You should call Nat."

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devilslinks · 3 years

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# 𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗔 !

— 𝗖𝗟𝗨𝗕 𝗙𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 | 𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗔, 𝗧𝗢𝗣 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥.

wc; ( 3.2k )

synopsis; your best friend, raihan and you find yourselves eager to get intoxicated in one another's company. what better place than a night-club, dim lights, the overwhelmin' musk of the various alcoholic beverages; it's every guy pairs wet dream. that is until raihan gets shit-faced and excuses himself to the restroom while he pukes up his spiked guts. only to return to watch his sister take you balls deep, down her throat.

a/n: no brain, only nessa and her magical throat 🤝

warnings. MINORS DNI, NSFW CONTENT, family!au, raihan and nessa are siblings, club sex, intoxication, dirty talk, the name princess, deep throating, oral (m receiving), throat bulge, throat fucking, cum eating, flirty!nessa, jealous!raihan, exhibitionism, voyeurism.

euphoria.

that was the only word that came mind when raihan and you got involved in recreational activities like you did. galar was a go big or go home type of region, and the two of you stayed true to that motto. the itchy, messily thrown together suits that matched all the way down to the type of socks you had on— the overexcessive amounts of booze, and the loud music which just barely drowned out the fits of laughter and discussion littered throughout the packed club. as soon as the doors opened, flooding your senses with nothing but the sickly sweet, aroma of sex and other intoxicating chemicals; that's how you knew the had night begun.

the two of you had been indulging, before you arrived on the scene— time seemed to blur together with head-spinning speeds or come to a full halt at the worst of moments. you don't even know how long you'd been locking eyes with the transparent shapes and manufactured blurbs dancing across the wall a good, twenty, maybe thirty feet adjacent to your seat at the drink counter. the weight of something too heavy for your alcohol infused mind to register until the bar hostess was practically brewing with irritation at your non-compliance with her attempts to have you regain control of your dazed state; sat lazily in-between your pointer finger and thumb, respectively.

hell you don't even remember waddling over to the bar with the company you had brought with you. but you didn't mind, the painfully challenging to recall memories mattered not when there was already another drink swirling around the rim of your shot-glass. raihan's shifty frame wiggling in and out of your peripherals as you tug the half-empty cup to the skin of your lips, craning your head back to knock down whatever liquid remained at the bottom. the delicious burn of toxins coated the lining of your throat, trails of steamy fluid leaving their mark as the mystery liquor made it way down your esophagus. whatever it was, it packed a punch and wasted no time forcing your lips to curve into a bitter sneer— eyebrows shadowing your face in a sour demeanor, as you used the hem of your suit sleeve to whisk away any spilt mixture that tarnished your cherry red lips.

you hardly have the chance to open your mouth for a second time to address the swaying body, huddled closer the counter than it is to your own. raihan is a total mess, loopsy, and feverishly hot skin to compliment— he's stained a harsh, sickly green against his natural melanin tone. doubling over in either pain or the sudden flow of too many drinks pooling in his system; whatever the emotion he was enduring was, he wasted not a second longer before hustling off into the large gathering of people. disappearing before his lips could slur the final word, missing from his dialect.

“hh..h fuck- my stomach is gonna explode, i'll catch you-” his gravely tone churning into the backdrop just as quickly as he initiated the conversation; the familiar hum of lyrics to a song you couldn't quite place your finger on replaced whatever words raihan had previously gargled out before dashing off towards the public restrooms.

your head feels like it weighs a metric ton this late into the night, threatening to tumble forward as if your neck had lost any and all of it's support. your eyelids pulling down roughly over your eyes like window shades before the sudden wave of loneliness hit you like a truck. fiddling with the collar of your dress-shirt was entertaining enough to fill the void that was the now empty stool, where your best friend once resided. but that quick fix subsided rather easily and the once overwhelming presence of boredom had returned to take a seat.

and then, so did she.

“shit, rai- back so soon? you alright?” your vision was foggy and adorned with blurry bits here and there— but it was still evident enough to make out that, whoever was indeed now in your friend's seat, was not the person you had chauffeured to the club with.

“damn, do i really look, that bad? it's me, y/n. the painfully better looking sibling. what did that idiot put in your drink?” the speech is followed by a laugh. it was a warm and inviting chuckle, one that seemed to relax every muscle in your liquor tense body the moment she parted her spit silken lips. you had been in her company earlier that evening, which made it a tad easier for your incoherent mindset to process it. but nevertheless it was hard not to distinguish who the women paying you a visit was at this point, even if you hadn't engaged with her previously; nessa was infamous for those enchanting looks. and in your dumbified state, those gorgeous navy locks tied together by aquamarine highlights were one of a kind and stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the room of normal presenting citizens. though your brain didn't want to pick-up any of your surroundings, you found it quite easy to fawn over her in that ebony dress and the way it hugged her curves in all the right places.

“fuck.. nes' when'd you get so.. so.” you couldn't even find the energy or hell, the words to cough up the remainder of the sentence, you were so taken aback by how stunning she was, even behind your bleary, drunk eyes. but nessa wasn't oblivious— you were sure she had picked up the hint you had layed out so bluntly, and the warm palm slowly inching up your clothed thigh secured that suspension for you.

“not even so much as a greeting? you didn't even buy me a drink first; asshole.”

her words are firm, yet so light hearted at the same time; but just enough to set your arousal over the edge. your headspace so vulnerable to teasing that you're certain she knew what she was doing to your conflicted mind and body. her sly fingers are enough to coax you to shuffle your bar-stool closer to her's— not a single word wriggled around your throat in response, instead the tangy after-tase of alcohol still heavy on your tongue distracted you and you were sure the whole bar could acknowledge your intoxicated musk.

her features held so many different emotions at once, as she pryed you for a reply— trying to tell you each one obscured behind that pretty face, way too quickly for you to decipher. her brows furrowed quizzically, one tilted slightly higher than the other as her half lidded doe-eyes stared up at you like prey at a final stand off with their predator; just humbly surrending their body to the circle of life.

“hah, you're one to.. talk, nes' just because 'm out of it- doesn't mean my numb skin can't feel your heavy hand toying with my waistband.” the both of you swiftly changed direction, heads leering down at nessa's free hand. you were infact correct, you observed as the woman swirled shapes into the expensive leather of your belt. pulling bits between her fingers now and then as she silently struggled with the metalic buckle. your groin swelled tightly, gripping your boxers closer to the fat bulge behind your suit pants; it would take an idiot not to take notice of the wrinkled fabric secured around your aching dick. her skin felt like a furnace, contrasting your slightly cooler temperature— but with her body pressing so desperately to yours, you were sure the warmth from her melted over onto your feverish flesh. the damp, sheen of anxious sweat made the fabric of your suit, dewy. sticking slightly against your hellish skin.

“mm, i guess i was wrong about the greeting part— hello there, you look happy to see me.” not a hint of shame obscured her voice, you're miserably watching nessa shift her weight as she now palms at the mound between your legs. you've seen countless renditions of this night loop in your head, but now that the scenario is a reality; it's agonizing to try to contain your primal urges, face to face. it's a chore not to profess all the vile things you wanna carry out with her, but she's already one step ahead. that glare is dangerous, it makes you feel like she's trying convey that the two of you are already in on something devious.

“let me take care of you.. y/n.”

“let me treat you, nessa.”

the both of you drawl out in what would be perfect unison if your mind wasn't foggy and running slower than usual. you had both finally voiced the elephant in the room, the one which was just positively dripping with thick tension up until this moment in time. you're still squirming under nessa's grip, she can feel you whine and pant everytime she gives your cock a light squeeze between her fingers and it's not long before the two of you are absent from the bar and clawing at one another's linen around the corner. closest to any vacant area within eye-shot. well, as vacant as a small room seperated from the bustling club-life can get.

did you think the night would come to a close with your friend's sister skillfully sucking the soul out of your sloppy cock? not in a million years, but you'd be damned if you didn't want it to end on any other note. nessa fell to her knees before the two of you even made it out of view— planting herself in-between your thighs like she was a trained professional; no flaws in her technique as her tongue slid obediently from her mouth and latches onto the moist fabric masking her mouth's destination. nessa's fingers are long and slender, as they snake up your hips and meet at the belt tangled around your waist. you can feel your cock pumping against the seams of your pants, the uncomfortable sensation making it appear as though you'd rip through the cloth if your cock was imprisoned a second longer.

with the head-splitting atmosphere of the club playlist stretching and stuffing your ears to the brim with fast pitched edm that made your skull pound and jitter. as well as the added hum of the gym leader whispering inaudible nothings against your bulge as she at last pushed your pants down, and past your ankles; material getting caught on the fancy design of your shoes. you felt like you were on the brink of death, but the enticing appeal of hooking up with your best friend's relative kept your iron-will alive long enough to rough it out and pass the irritation that came with being black-out drunk.

your storm of worries fizzled just as quickly as they sprung up, maybe it was the alcohol but you swear this girl had the hands of the divine; you were washed away into infatuation once more. nessa's teeth hike up your boxers until they meet the waistline, pulling down on the hem with a familiar aggressiveness as she relishes in the way your big dick pops to life and looms over her lustful features; all chubby 'n decorated with veins fer' her viewing pleasure.

“shit.. i'm gonna have so much fun with your cock. you wanna make your stupid slut already? my mouth is just asking for it.” the first piece is low and almost voiced as if it was meant for her ears only— but the second half is most definitely directed at you; as she tilts her head to plant a few delicate lovebites along the base of your shaft. fingers looping gracefully around your hilt as she admires the girth you carry.

“fuck..” you hiss, cock twitching violently as you pleaded with sinful eyes. she had barely started her reign over your dick before guttural groans and mewls slid past your lips. the sensation of her tiny tastebuds as they trailed over the little glob of pre-cum that drooled from your cockhead was insatiable. the sudden action sent your hips forward almost automatically, like they instinctively acted on impulse; it felt so right. merely a few inches breached past her lips but there was enough speed and prowess in your thrust to drag a surprise gag from the mouth attached to your dick.

impatience was on the horizon, the buzz from copious amounts of alcohol had knocked down a few pegs. you were now fully aware of the figure positioned at your feet like she was praying for a god, and soon you'd make her chant like she was being fucked by one as well. broad fingers clamped down, squishing both sides of her jaw while simultaneously easing your length deeper, and deeper down her gullet like your dick was her last meal on earth. you throw your head back before letting it fall forward against the wall, watching those desperate dark iris' pool with puddles of lust that seem to be neverending.

“come'on princess, you know how badly you want this-- you gonna let me ruin this pretty throat?” you thumb over her warm cheeks, eyes glossy and threatening to ruin the simple makeup she applied before she arrived. the uncomfortable stretch of her esophagus molding as your cock fills the empty gaps in her throat with every inch you have; is one that isn't unfamiliar to her. dragging your pulsating veins along the dip in her mouth, her tongue greedily laps up any and all of the skin yet to be consumed by her.

“jesus.. fuck, oh fuck. take it, nes'. shit.” your cock fully slips into her, heavy and swollen as it spears her right down the middle; eyes rolling back into her skull as it's just too fucking big. bigger than anything she's previously had inside of her, anyway. your core bleeds with spots of warmth as you take the time to bask in the way every individual wall in her mouth feels as it constricts you almost painfully. sucking you in before she slides you back out of her throat once more; repeating the tedious cylce that has the two of you in a heated frenzy.

despite all the sudden and erratic pain, nessa bobs her head in sync, coaxing you to go as deep as humanly possible. rocking your hips as they snap against her face with every good fuck you give her— watching yourself grow rapidly from the outside of her neck, the moist skin now holding a curved bump near the middle. nessa takes the initiative. removing a hand from one of your thighs, she uses four fingers to lightly push and stroke the bulge; almost as if she was jerking you off while you ravaged her inards.

she knew exactly what she was doing, and it had you riled the fuck up.

you picked up the pace, delirious from the amount of stimulation your precious cock was receiving. with your erection fully encased by her face and your dick bouncing off the gummy walls of her gullet, you could tell her throat was already forming bruises with a throbbing soreness to compliment, time come the morning. your rough hands dig behind the back of her head, hands feeling lost amongst her ocean of hair— beautiful locks just perfect for pulling. you yank her face forward, lowering yours as well to not only established authority but to get your point across to the cockdrunk slut mindlessly slobbering all over your messy shaft.

“mfph-- please, cum.. i want- all!” you can just barely string together what sounds like whines for more— i guess she can sense just how close the knot in your stomach is to bursting because she grips the back of your thighs and tugs them forward with whatever coherent muscle strength she has remaining. just in time for the tension in your core to coil tighter and tighter, the lowerhalf of your body trembling with all the signs of an incoming orgasm.

“does my dumb little girl wanna be fucked, that, bad? hah, fuck nes' what would your brother think?” you mock so cruelly, totally disregarding the fact that there is a slim possibility, raihan is searching for the lost pair. and it just so happens that nessa's poor little brother had been observing for a little over half the engagement. fist wrapped around his pathetic cock, suit collar pulled between his fangs, ocean blue eyes fixated on you; your hip strength, the way you rolled and plunged balls deep into his sibling. his body felt so empty, only riding his high off the two of yours', praying he'd finish before you caught him lurking like a sleaze. it was so unfair, why did nessa get to taste your sultry cock before he did?

you can feel the bass reverberate in nessa's throat as her lips nip at your hilt, impatiently trying to babble out a response adequate enough to your liking. her mind is flying, no correct sense of direction as it attempts to form a reply, but all that breaks past the barrier is a few pitiful mewls. her nose is burried in your pubes and she's lost all feeling in her throat, only motivating her to show off the lump on her neck even more. you watch as your length disappears into the depths of her mouth for the hundredth time that night, hands pushing down the lacy strap of her dress in a last ditch effort to find something other than her hair to latch onto for support. her scalp is on fire and she can only accept the stinging sensation as the roughness of your thrusts increase in magnitude.

the club is filled to the brim with lewd moans and needy pants; those of which included raihan's. every inch of her esophagus is being used— you happily ram your cock down her throat a few more times, your balls were quivering wildly. contracting and spasming, boiling with a fat wad of potent seed all ready to venture inside of her. nessa squeals, feeling a thick bulge travel up the length of your cock, up to the head and straight on her tongue; some spurts flowing down her neck while the rest collected in her mouth. painting her insides a translucent white that would surely stain.

just for good measure, nessa deep throats your empty dick with a few simple strokes; a white, sticky ring forming around the base of your shaft after she detached from your dick. a lewd pop, followed by a line of stringy saliva connected her lips to your bottomed out cock before she ruined the trail by letting her tongue lull from behind her teeth. letting you get a nice overhead view of her empty mouth, watching as the last bits of your load traveled down her throat and out of sight for good.

“god.. such a g'girl. you sucked on my cock so nicely, princess. wasn't that a way to end the night?” a blissed out smile creeps over your face, marveling in the aftermath you caused. you gave the right side of her face a few taps from your cock— dried tears and sloppy makeup tainting her cheeks. cum dripping from the corners of her mouth, as a cocktail of her own spit and your semen coats the back of her throat. it was all one big look of;

euphoria.

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whumperooni · 4 years

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pls imagine that after natsuo decided to get revenge and became a fuckboy he also gradually started to get farther away from his cutie of a lil sister! he brings home some bitchy bimbos to fuck and doesn't even notice her anymore so little sister being the adorable thing she is, she becomes very upset and sad that her brother doesn't want her anymore, so who is better to take care of her then papa enji! i want to see natsus face when he realises his plan backfired in the worst way possible!

What else is a little sister supposed to do whenever her nii-chan abandons her? u.u

tw: incest, fuckboy!Natsuo, mentions of drinking and drugs

It starts with one drunk girl that doesn’t make it out on time before Enji can see her. Usually, Natsuo doesn’t bring women home- it feels like something he shouldn’t do; he can’t bring anyone back to that place.

(Not that he hasn’t had any other woman since entwining with you- how could he when he has such an adoring little sister to love and cherish and make squeal with pleasure? Why would he want anyone else?)

But that night? That night he just doesn’t care. Drunken from too many shots and too much cheap beer, he crashes with the girl he had somehow stumbled home with and, in the morning, he fucks her again through their mutual hangovers before sending her off to never come back again.

There’s a twinge of shame and guilt when he passes you in the hallway on the way to show his hookup out. Your wide eyes and disappointment prick at him like tiny needles, the pucker of your brow has him regretful. Whenever he nudges his hookup out of the house and comes back to you, asks you where you slept last night, the mumbled “Shoto-nii’s room” makes him feel even more guilty.

You only sleep in your brother’s long empty room whenever you’re feeling particularly lonely. Natsuo hates when you feel lonely- you should never feel lonely with him around.

He opens his mouth to tell you that he’ll make breakfast for you, that he’ll make up for last night, but he’s cut off whenever a gruff voice comes from behind him and says,

“Don’t bring whores into my house.”

In an instant, Natsuo’s regret gets flipped to rage- just the sound of Enji’s voice makes him want to snap and having him insult his hookup makes it even worse- and he glares at his father- mouth opening to argue only to be ignored as Enji turns around and lumbers off to the kitchen. He barely registers your shocked “daddy” that you gasp out- he’s too focused on his father and the annoyance that had been written all over the man’s face.

Fuck him, Natsuo thinks. Fuck. Him.

His anger is only quelled whenever your hand lightly, nervously touches his and he looks back at you to see your worried expression. It takes a moment for him to calm- lips pressing together and a long, deep breath needed- but he does and he swallows back his anger, his headache to force a small smile your way.

“Have you had breakfast? I’ll make you something.”

A mumbled thank you, nii-san and your fingers lacing through his helps soothe the rest of the lingering irritation. Natsuo tugs you to the kitchen and he tries to forget his father’s face and the satisfaction that had flicked through his anger over it.

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He brings home another girl a month or two later. It’s not something he sets out to do, no.

But it happens. And the morning after is just about the same as the previous time- only with you more upset when you spot the hickeys all over the girl’s neck and Enji’s glare darker than before, his irritation more pronounced.

The third time is on purpose- something he seeks to do in a tipsy, vindictive rage after a particularly nasty argument with Enji.

He brings home another girl- someone dumb and sweet and just a little trashy- and he fucks her with the intention of making her scream for him, spending the night making her moans fill the estate.

You can’t look him in the eyes in the morning, but he feels no guilt- only satisfaction over the fury on Enji’s face and the way his hands clench and unclench from trying not to slug his son in front of his upset daughter.

Another nasty fight- one that you get caught in.

“-a goddamn disgrace. You think your sister needs to see this? How do you think this looks on me when you’re going around acting like a fool? I don’t know what the hell has gotten into you-”

“Daddy, please! It’s okay! Please don’t-”

“-I’m a disgrace?! That’s rich coming from you. You parade around acting like you’re so superior but all you are is-”

“Natsuo-nii! Please stop! Daddy doesn’t mean-”

“Don’t you turn this around on me, boy.”

In the end, Natsuo stomps off with red cheeks and gritted teeth- turning his back on his glaring father and his teary eyed little sister.

He stomps off and all he can think is I’ll show you a goddamn disgrace.

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Life for Natsuo quickly becomes a mess of clubs, hookups, hangovers, and arguments. With every girl he brings home, his father only gets more and more angry- fire bursting out in quick jets when he finds a pair of discarded panties on the lawn, some dumb slut eating at the table draped over his son’s lap, vodka bottles and condoms in the trash.

The fights get worse and worse. Natsuo starts staying away from home- only coming back to drag some girl home to rile his father up and to sometimes spend time with you whenever his guilt over your tears and upset becomes too much. He makes new friends with this new direction in life- crude boys he used to stay away from, men who fondle their girl’s tits right in front of everyone while talking about weed and parties and who has access to molly, who can get good coke.

They’re bad influences. He knows it. He knows.

But he doesn’t stay away from them. Soon enough he’s drawn into partying along with clubbing- weed and booze and more and more giggling sluts that want to ride his dick, suck him off.

One night he gets drunk enough to steal his father’s credit card and buy henny for everyone, weed and an obnoxiously expensive dinner, a solid gold chain that his flavor for the night talks him into buying despite Natsuo never wearing something like that before.

He doesn’t go home that night, but he ends up in someone’s penthouse and wakes up at four in the afternoon- classes missed and a whole block of time missing from his memory. It’s only when he checks his phone that he realizes what all has happened- snapchat showing him reeling and laughing, joking about his father’s money being blown.

It also shows him getting some sloppy head in some restroom he can’t remember. It shows him, too, that he had filmed a girl riding his dick- that he had spanked her ass and turned his phone around to show the world a drunken grin and bloodshot eyes, a gold chain around his neck.

Watching it is surreal. He knows that it’s him doing all those things, but he just can’t quite connect it at the same time. He’s never been into that stuff before- he’s never wanted to be into that stuff before. It makes something bitter and uneasy settle on his tongue, something uncomfortable weigh down his stomach.

He tries to ignore it and he checks the rest of his notifications- quickly swiping away Fuyumi’s worried texts and the messages on snapchat. There’s nothing from his father to be seen and that’s a relief that he pretends he doesn’t feel.

There is a little popup that sounds during his scrolling that shows that you’ve posted and Natsuo opens it almost absently, blinks whenever he sees a photo of a nice lunch captioned with Lunch with daddy💕

The daddy makes him scowl, but something in him twinges- guilt, a touch of sadness. He can’t remember the last time he talked to you, the last time he held you close. He used to be with you daily- hands holding yours, kisses pressed to your cheek and lips and forehead often, your cuddly body warming his late at night and holding him snug inside after a sweet ravishing. It’s been so long since he’s been with his little sister- it almost feels like that past affection had been a dream.

Guilt eats away at him and Natsuo runs his hand through his hair, buries his face into his palms after.

What have you been doing while he’s been fucking around? Sleeping in his bed because you miss him? Seeking comfort somewhere else- with someone else? Who has been taking care of you?

Your lunch post flashes through his mind and Natsuo feels sick then- knots twisting in his stomach whenever he thinks about who else you love in your life.

The last time he had been at home, you had clung to Enji- barely trying to break up the fight and sniffling through it, burying your face into your father’s chest.

You had clung to him then- are you clinging to him now?

Natsuo swallows and he stands from the bed, ignores the sleepy mumble that sounds off behind him.

It’s robotic how he dresses and drives home- sunglasses doing nothing to prevent a throbbing headache as he clenches the steering wheel and tries not to throw up last night’s indulgence all over his lap.

Getting home makes his stomach feel even worse, but he pushes it all down and forces himself to walk inside the house- mind racing as he tries to think of where you could be right now.

He finds out whenever he hears a loud gasp and a moan of “daddy.”

He doesn’t want to go. He doesn’t want to see. His body and mind don’t connect, though, and his feet move automatically- one in front of the other until he’s in the doorway of the kitchen.

There’s flour on the floor from where it’s been knocked off the counter. Plates in the sink and magnets on the fridge he doesn’t remember ever seeing. A new mixer tucked away in the corner and daffodils in a vase on the windowsill.

And there’s you too- perched on the counter with your apron and the skirt of your sundress flipped up, mouth open with a cry, cheeks flushed pretty and sweet as Enji curls his thick fingers inside your cunny.

“D-Daddy! Please! More!”

“Shh; I’ve got you, little one.”

Bile rises in Natsuo’s throat as he watches you mewl and arch- hands reaching for your father and lips pressing against his needily whenever he gathers you in his arms and starts to slowly slip inside of you.

“L-love you, daddy,” you sob. “Love you- please- please don’t ever- don’t leave me...”

“I will never leave you, little one,” Enji promises gruffly as he spreads you apart and makes you whimper. “Never.”

Turquoise eyes flit to the side and Natsuo freezes in the doorway whenever they lock onto his - heart breaking and shame flooding through him in thick, hot waves when his sweet, sweet little sister who he loves and has neglected begins to mewl “daddy, daddy, daddy!”

Tears prick at Natsuo and he turns from the kitchen- walks away with a hand covering his mouth and his body bent forward as he struggles not to heave.

He drove you into Enji’s arms. He drove his sweet, beloved little sister into the arms of the man he hates the most. He neglected you for what- bimbos and booze and petty revenge?

God, he’s so fucking stupid.

Natsuo stumbles into the bathroom and he grips the sink tight- eyes wet and bloodshot whenever he looks in the mirror, face pale and neck mottled with hickeys, the stupid chain mocking him as it shines in the light of the bathroom. Far off, he can hear you moaning and Natsuo grits his teeth as he glares at himself in the mirror.

He really is a disgrace.

#enji todoroki x reader #natsuo todoroki x reader #natsuo x reader #tw incest #rooni's shit #fuckboy!natsuo #todoroki degens #this went in an entirely different direction than i meant #oops #i was going to have it from reader-chan's pov but i wanted natsuo's self-hatred evident in the end #maybe i'll rewrite it from reader's pov someday #Anonymous

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Being Best Friends with Klaus Hargreeves Would Include...

Anonymous said: Hey, not sure if you've done anything similar to this before but could I request 'Being best friends with Klaus Hargreeves would include...' I love your blog, thank you! x

I’m baaaaaaack (at least for a bit!)! Enjoy and cut me some slack as it’s been a while since I’ve written fanfiction; especially TUA fanfic!

It’s not entirely his own fault but Klaus is not the greatest influence.

So if you have a rather cautious personality, be prepared to do things far outside of your comfort zone.

If you’re more attuned to Klaus’ chaos, be prepared to get on the wildest ride of your life and probably definitely get into trouble.

If chaos is your thing you might become more cautious around Klaus! Who knows!

Either way you lean, you’re going to get used to the turbulence that comes with Klaus.

Perhaps that’s why you’re so close to begin with.

When he was younger, Klaus was rebellious to combat the structure of his Father’s schedules and training regimes.

Sadly, he could never really rebel enough to free himself entirely.

Aside from his brothers and sisters, Klaus didn’t have friends.

So, when he met you, he dived in head first; all the good, bad, and the ugly.

It was after what Klaus remembers/believes was his first big bender when he found himself in a coffee shop, studying the menu with glossy eyes.

It was one of your first jobs, working as a barista/baker.

Klaus was wearing a long, faux fur line jacket, a pink crop top, and jorts (jean shorts).

Because of his piece-meal outfit, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

That and he was holding up the line as he debated what he had the munchies for.

“What would you get…”

“What?” You raised your brows at him, surprised he finally spoke up.

“What would you get if you had stayed up for three days straight, wine tasti-wine hoarding really, and raving in the best clubs of the city?”

“An aspirin and a chai latte probably.”

“Ah! Yes! A chai latte sounds ammaazing right now. Maybe a cookie too.”

“Snickerdoodle?”

“It’s like you can read my mind! Wait, can you? At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised.”

After he got his cookie and his chai latte, the strangely dressed man made himself comfortable in the coffee shop.

After a few hours, Klaus was what your manager considered loitering.

Hell, after the last few hours of your shift and Klaus still lingered, your manager offered to walk you to your car.

“I think he’s just…”

You looked over and saw him, Klaus, idly twirling a pair of sunglasses between his fingers.

“...he’s just lost.”

When you had gathered your things and cleaned up after your shift, you wandered over to where he sat.

It took a moment before he took notice of you but when he did, he stood up quickly.

“Hey you,” he said in a rushed breath (somehow it still sounded flirtatious).

“Hey, uh, I’m Y/N.”

“Oh! What a lovely name!”

He extended his hand to you and you finally saw the tattoos on his palm.

“I’m Klaus, my dear. Care for an adventure?”

That first ‘adventure’ was one that you would remember forever.

Klaus took you to his favorite second-hand shop and you thrifted horrendous articles of clothing.

You still have an incredibly chunky, cable-knit sweater from that day; when you miss Klaus, you wear it.

Klaus bought two wigs, decent wigs, with what money he had.

Outside, Klaus turned to you and grinned.

“Put this on, will you?”

“Pink isn’t re-”

He was already tugging the wig over your head.

“Pink is so your color, trust me,” he gestured to himself, “I know style.”

When he donned the other, curly haired, wig, Klaus led you to an array of establishments with less than welcoming atmospheres where you ‘borrowed’ some merchandise.

Klaus has not mercy for racist or homophobic stores/companies and ‘borrows’ from them often.

Klaus nearly got caught, he lost his wig in the fray.

You had never felt more alive.

You had never smiled wider.

It was thrilling; he was thrilling.

But he wasn’t thrilling all the time.

After that day, you and Klaus were attached to the hip and you learned there were other parts to him outside of the bubbling, endearing chaos.

His addictions became startlingly apparent.

During his many sleep overs, he would search through your cabinets, your fridge, any other place he could think of, for booze.

“Klaus?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Whatcha doing?”

“Hunting for our dinner, what’s it look like.”

You set a limit on the number of drink he was allowed to have when he stayed over at your place (which was quite often).

You didn’t want him to suffer but you didn’t want him black-out drunk, or high either.

Overall, you tried to rein in his drug use; for his own sake.

When he isn’t wasted, Klaus tries to keep himself busy in other ways.

This meant a lot more ‘adventures’ for the two of you.

Small trips to cultural grocery stores to try different foods

Thrift shopping; because Klaus is always looking to add to this wardrobe.

You draw the line at dumpster diving.

“You’re missing out, Y/N! When I lived in LA for a week, this is how I survived.”

“You lived in LA?”

“For a time. Lots of bikinis...roller skates too.”

Other times you and Klaus would just walk around the city talking.

The two of you would create fantasy lives for the people you passed by, giving them wild powers like Klaus and his siblings.

Sometimes you would listen to Klaus talk about his siblings.

Your favorite stories to listen to were about Ben.

“After that, pigeons never seemed to land on the roof. Too scared I think. Ben and I did too good of a job.”

“Sounds like he was an amazing guy.”

“Yeah, he was. He likes y- I, he would have liked you.”

You tell him about your family, about your own struggles.

Through this sharing, this walks and talks, you both grow closer.

These winding walks often end at Griddy’s diner.

“Slap me on the ass and call me Bessy, I forgot how good strawberry donuts are!”

When you return back home, your place, but Klaus calls it home, you settle in.

Klaus will braid his hair, offer to try to braid yours.

“Please, it keeps me busy.”

“What would you do without me?”

“Die of boredom, or just die, probably.”

If you both have a night cap drink before bed, you guys might dance.

Klaus tries to teach you a few moves before giving up.

“Just feel the music, my dear, feel it.”

Eventually, you both collapse and cuddle for a bit.

Klaus is a big fan of platonic cuddling so prepare for that.

Movie nights!

Due to his ‘training’ and his powers, Klaus tends to stay away from horror films so get ready for rom-coms and cheesy action movies.

“Have you ever wanted to do that?”

Klaus has a habit of asking questions during the movie; none of which are crucial to the plot of said movie.

“What?”

“If we got a boat, would you do the whole ‘I’m king of the world’ bit?”

“I mean, why wouldn’t I do it?”

“My thoughts exactly.”

There are nights when you can hear him whimpering from the couch where he sleeps.

Those nights, you creep out of your room and wake him up.

“Bad dream?”

Klaus never responds to the question, ever.

Instead, he curls up next to your and you play with his hair until he falls asleep again.

The next morning, over coffee, you try to get him to talk about it.

Sometimes he does, other times he distracts from the topic.

Either way, you hug him.

“I’m here for you, Klaus.”

“I’m here for you too. Otherwise, I’m homeless.”

He is always trying to set you up with people.

You’ll be working at the coffee shop and he’ll come up and pretend to buy something just to tell you: “table in the far corner. They’ve been glancing your way a lot.”

“Klaus….they’re waiting for their order.”

“Oh. Well, you never know.”

That always leaves you smiling.

It’s hard not to be happy with Klaus as your best friend.

Even when he’s down or you’re down, the two of you together seem to lift one another up.

Being Klaus’ friend means having fun and feeling, feeling so much.

You feel his past pain, his struggle, his grief, in the same turn you feel his joy, his wonder, and his spark for good.

And in that, you inspire each other to do and be better.

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BTS Reaction || Best Friends Brother

A/n: for real! I try and aim for like 600 words each and then others are just like NAH BRO YOU GONNA HAVE 800-900 A PIECE. Like I’m sorry if some are shorter than the other, I don’t mean them to be. I love all 7 of my boys, they all cute and all deserve love

Seokjin:

You’d grown up with your best friend, you spent every moment you could together since the moment you could both walk, she had an older brother named Seokjin, everyone called him Jin though but you didn’t, you called him Seokjin because you knew it annoyed him a little, in retaliation he called you Midge, short for midget, claiming it was just right for you. You both constantly teased one another and bickered like an old married couple, everyone, including your best friend, always said you’d be together but you could never imagine it, no after so many years of knowing him, you’d practically grown up alongside him.

You had been single your entire life, not that there was anything wrong with that but you were 23 years old and still hadn’t had your first kiss, or held someone’s hand who didn’t love you like a little sister or was your literal family member. You were starting to think there was something wrong with you, you never voiced this opinions to anyone else because…you didn’t want to seem like you were bothered by it, many people were single until their late 30’s, some never even got married and it’s not like you weren’t trying, you were. But it was as if Men stayed away from you as if you had a huge sign above your head telling them to stay away. In reality, it wasn’t a giant sign above your head, it was Jin, he was constantly telling guys to stay away from you, that you were bad news or that you had someone else. Whenever someone new would come along and take interest in you, he would threaten them. He couldn’t stand to see you with someone else who wasn’t him, even if you weren’t together yet.

“Is there something wrong with me?” You asked one night, you’d been drinking with your friend all night and she went out to buy more booze, you were sat on the sofa next to Jin who was playing video games alone, you laid your head down on his shoulder to stop the room from spinning so much and he looked at you, a small smile turning on his lips as he watched your eyelids flutter shut.

“What do you mean?” He chuckled pausing his game and wrapping an arm around your shoulder, you giggled snuggling against him and wanting to lay there all night.

“I’ve been single my entire life…maybe I’m broken, maybe I’m supposed to just grow old and buy a cat.” You whispered, sobering up a little as the moments passed and you began to think everything over.

“I don’t think you’re broken.” He murmured, now feeling guilty for every guy he pushed away from you, maybe it was wrong for him to push them away, it’s not like you were stopping girls from getting to him.

“I should join a dating app like your sister, maybe I’ll find someone that way.” You took out your phone but he swatted it again,

“No!” You blinked at him, and then looked at your phone that was now on the floor facing up.

“No?” You questioned, he bit down on his lip debating to tell you everything he’d been feeling since the moment you turned 16, the moment you changed the way he thought about you.

“Seeing you with someone else makes me sick to my stomach.” You stared at him confused for a second, he continued talking.

“I’ve liked you since you were 16…You did that stupid dance mash-up with my sister and you looked dorky and cute…I fell hard and there’s nothing wrong with you, it’s what’s wrong with me.” You were still trying to process everything he was saying to you,

“I told guys to stay away from you, that’s why you’ve been single, I didn’t want people taking what was mine.” He admitted, you said nothing, you only moved closer to him, looked into his eyes and then down at his lips before leaning in and kissing him.

You wanted nothing more than to stay on the sofa making out with him but the front door was starting to open meaning your best friend was home.

“We’ll talk more tomorrow.” You whispered in his ear before going to help your friend inside.

Yoongi:

It was stupid to get involved with your best friends brother, you knew that when you started dating and you knew it the moment you stopped dating. You’d dated Yoongi from 16 till 20 when he went off to become a big rap star in his band. It hurt that he left you the way he did but you knew he needed to achieve his dreams, still it didn’t make being around him easier whenever he came back home for a visit. No one knew about your four-year relationship, you’d kept it hidden from everyone, including your best friend, you didn’t want to risk her finding out and being upset about it. So it stayed a secret, something only you and Yoongi knew about, you were madly in love with one another and spent whatever time you could together. Late-night dates when your friend was asleep at a sleepover, sneaking out of the house to be with him, going on long late-night walks together, hand in hand where you could be a real couple, only to return to ignoring each other in front of your best friend.

When he left you things changed, it was hard to be around your friend sometimes, whenever you’d look at her, you would see Yoongi staring back at you, they did have the same eyes Afterall, whenever you’d stay over at her place and have a nightmare you couldn’t go running to Yoongi with it, he wasn’t there to look after you and it wasn’t his job to anymore, he left you. Alone. Whenever he would come home for a break you would make up excuse after excuse not to come around to see your friend, you were either too busy with work, studies or sick. You couldn’t risk seeing his face, seeing how happy he’d become while you were still left behind, falling apart because the one you loved didn’t love you back anymore.

(x)

“Just come round! No one is home and I’m so bored!” Your best friend said down the phone to you, you looked at the clock beside your bed and sighed, it was 7 pm on a Saturday and you had nothing better to do. You knew Yoongi was due back any day but your best friend hadn’t mentioned anything meaning he probably wasn’t back yet.

“Fine, but I’m expecting snacks!” You said, taking the car keys from your cabinet and heading towards your garage, you could hear her yelling from the other end, and some cupboard doors, meaning she was getting things ready for you.

(X)

You’d missed spending time with her like this, it was carefree and nice. You’d both started watching movies together, then it lead to a pamper night, facemasks, nails and a bubble bath. It felt good to have fun around her and to relax, you’d missed being able to do that. Now she was asleep on the sofa next to you while you finished the movie that was playing on the TV, the doorbell rang and you frowned, you knew nothing could wake up your best friend once she was asleep so you got up and went to answer the door, standing there with a suitcase in the rain was Yoongi.

“Oh. Hi.” You said moving out of the way so he could come in, you looked at the sofa.

“She’s asleep…I can wake her up if you want?” He shook his head, his eyes trained on you, you looked down at your outfit, you were dressed in booty shorts and a tank top, you suddenly felt insecure about it and walked into the living room.

“I was about to get dressed and leave.” You lied taking your clothes from the sofa and going towards the bathroom, you were almost safe inside when he pushed you inside, pushing your back against the door and locking it.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He spoke, you stared at him as if he was crazy.

“Well…that’s what happens when people break up Yoongi…they avoid one another.” You pushed him away from you and tried to leave but he put his hand on the door to stop you.

“You’re mad at me? For leaving you?” You stayed silent, not wanting to talk about it.

“Look I made my choices and you made yours,” That was it, you’d heard enough, you turned around to face him, tears in your eyes as you tried your best not to let them roll down your cheeks.

“Bullshit! You made your choice and I was forced to deal with the shit show you left behind!” You whisper yelled at him, the tears finally flowing as you let out what you finally felt, you still loved him, of course, you did. You didn’t think you would ever stop, no matter what. He was always going to be your true love. As you were about to leave his hands gripped your wrist and he kissed you, all thoughts going out of the window you just kissed him back

Hoseok:

Secretly dating your best friends brother was supposed to be easy, simple and nice. Except it wasn’t easy, and it wasn’t simple but it was very nice. It started by accident, which was cliche to say but it was true. You’d mentioned in passing to him that on your bucket list was to go to the beach at 3 am, it was a dumb goal, you’d seen it on Pinterest a million times before and it looked like fun, a week later he showed up at your door, or rather your balcony door and took you to the beach.

“Hoseok? It’s 1 in the morning what are you doing here?” You grumbled opening in the balcony window, he smiled at you and pointed down to the car waiting for you both.

“Beach at 3 am remember? It’s a two-hour drive so I packed snacks, blankets and music.” You were shocked at first, your best friends brother was spending time with you alone, but you didn’t care, you grabbed some leggings and a coat, changing into them and went out to the car, climbing down the balcony because you didn’t want to get caught by your parents.

(x)

You’d spent the entire morning on the beach, watching the sunrise over the sea and then going to get breakfast at a nearby cafe, where he pretended to propose to you for a free breakfast meal. On the way back to the car is when he admitted his feelings for you, telling you how he’d liked you since the moment you stepped foot into his sister’s life and how he didn’t think he could spend another moment as just your friends brother, he wanted more, he wanted to be your boyfriend.

That’s how it started. A simple, not so date, date on the beach. You made it your goal to go to the beach together for 3 am once a month, making it a tradition together. But the longer you dated the harder it came to hiding it from your friend, it was harder to hide where you’d been all night on the same night her brother was missing, it was harder to explain why you couldn’t date someone she was trying to set you up with and it was harder to watch when her other friends flirted with Hoseok right in front of you.

(X)

Hoseok and you had been dating for 11 months now, and it was the night you would normally go to the beach together, he was coming to pick you up like he normally would and you were waiting on your balcony for him.

“Baby! Come on!” He whispered up to you, you went climbing down the balcony and headed to the car, holding his hands on the gearstick as he drove, if you hadn’t been so invested in spending time with him you would have noticed the car following behind you as you drove to the beach together.

(X)

“So this is where you both go?!” You stood up from the floor and turned to see your best friend staring at you, red in the face as she looked at you and then to Hoseok.

“Y/BF/N!” You stepped towards her but she moved away staring at you, shaking her head as she looked at Hoseok, he wrapped his hand around yours and you looked at him nervously, it was now or never.

“I can’t believe you! You’re dating him! After all the shit I gave everyone else for flirting with him.” It was true, she didn’t want her friends to flirt or date her brother but you couldn’t help it, you were in love with him.

“You don’t understand-” She shook her head at you, and turned to face her brother.

“And you! You! I warned you not to date any of my friends!” She screamed, she was drawing attention from early walkers now and you swallowed the lump that was in your throat.

“I love him.” You called out, she stopped mid-rant and turned to you, hands on her hip with a smirk on her face.

“Love? You, love him? Do you even know what love is?” You looked down at the floor and dropped Hoseok’s hand, you didn’t want to be a reason a brother and sister would fall out.

“Y/N. Wait.” Hobi said grabbing your wrist again and turning to his sister.

“I’ve been in love with her for a while now Y/BF/N…There is nothing you can say or do to change my mind. You can hate me, you can ignore me but don’t shut her out just because she’s dating me.” She stared at you both, the way he rubbed small circles along you knuckles to try and calm you down.

“I don’t want to hear about dates, or how much you love one another…and I want my best friend to spend time with me too…not just you.” She ordered at her brother before leaving you to your beach date.

Namjoon:

It was your best friends birthday which meant a big party was being thrown in celebration of her, which is great but you would rather be at home, in bed, with a book, than out in a club that was rented out for her, with a lot of people crowding around and trying to see the birthday girl, you were happy for her of course but big parties weren’t your style, you’d rather have a small meal together than a big outrageous party. You figured you could get away with sneaking a small book into your handbag, and then going to sit at the back of the club alone to read all night, she was going to be busy with other people so she wouldn’t notice you not drinking too much or not dancing a lot.

“You! Me! Dance! Now!” She yelled taking your hand as soon as you walked through the club doors, she took you handbag and handed it to Namjoon, her older brother, who looked at you sympathetically, he knew you didn’t do big parties, and neither did he. He put the handbag over his shoulder, knowing you didn’t trust anyone with your things.

“Happy Birthday!” You yelled as she took you out onto the dance floor and started dancing, it wasn’t your thing but you did your best to dance along with her, a man with a tray of shots came over and she took four, handing two to you and two to herself, downing them and egging you on to do the same.

(X)

She finally let you leave the dance floor and you went off to find Namjoon, so you could get your handbag which had a bottle of water inside, you needed it after the drinks she’d been handing you, one after another. You spotted him sitting at the back with your book in his hand, you smiled going to walk over when a guy took hold of your waist and pulled you against his back, grinding into you in time with the music.

“Get off me you creep!” You yelled turning around and smacking him across the cheek, you scoffed turning away and leaving him, standing next to Namjoon who was infested in the book and hadn’t noticed you.

“You always bring books to parties?” You joked, sliding into the seat in front of him, he laughed looking up from the pages and at you.

“Teen romance isn’t my first choice.” He said handing it over to you, you looked at where he’d gotten to and smiled.

“The part where he comes to rescue his boyfriend from the Mage, romantic and daring.” You smirked shutting the “Carry On” book and sliding it into the handbag he’d given back.

“You’re being watched.” He commented pointing over your shoulder at the guy you had just slapped across the face.

“I smacked him, creep kept grinding on me.” You shuddered, he was making his way over so Namjoon moved to sit next to you, you were confused but stayed silent.

“Hey baby, come and dance again. I know someone who is really missing you right now.” The guy said rubbing his hand across the crotch of his pants, you were about to open your mouth to speak but Namjoon beat you to it.

“She’s not interested, she’s got a boyfriend.” He took your hand in his and smirked at the guy in front of you, who was starting to turn a red colour.

“She was grinding on my dick man, you better watch her. She’s bad news.” Namjoon turned to look at you with a smirk and then back to the guy.

“She’s my bad girl.” You felt a heat rush to your face and between your legs as soon as the words left his mouth.

(X)

As soon as the guy left you excused yourself, going to stand outside and get some air, the feeling of Namjoon’s hand on yours and him calling you his bad girl was doing things to you, you’d never imagined before.

“Where’s your boyfriend now?” You groaned turning to face the same guy from inside the club, he ran his hand along your cheek while the other snaked its way around your waist, dragging your body into him.

“No big tough guy to protect you now.” He was about to kiss you when Namjoon punched him in the jaw sending him onto the floor, you screamed running into Namjoon’s arm, your head on his chest.

“Listen here psycho, if you lay a finger on Y/N again, I’ll kill you!” You hit his chest with your fist, people were starting to stare at you, and his sister was standing in the door.

“Joonie…people are looking, come on.” You whispered taking hold of his hand, instantly his shoulders relaxed as you touched him and he moved away from the guy, you took him over to a calmer area and looked at him.

“He’s gone, I’m fine. Look at me I’m fine.” He stared at you, biting his lip.

“I couldn’t stand the thought of him- Of him kissing you, or touching you.” He moved a hair from your face and you looked at his lips.

“Kiss me.” He stared at you dumbfounded.

“Kiss me Namjoon.” You pleaded, he didn’t need to be told a third time, he bent down and connected your lips with his, a cheering coming from his sister who had been watching the entire interaction.

Jimin:

You’d slept over at your friend’s house a billion times before and you were bond to sleep over a billion times again. You had been best friends since you were both in nappies, she was your best friend, you told her everything and anything, except the fact that you had caught her twin brother with her other friends before, making out at parties or out on dates together, he made you promise you’d never tell her about the dates he had with them, or kisses they shared or he’d reveal your biggest secret. He knew your biggest secret thanks to your dumb hiding place for a journal, hiding a journal under your pillow isn’t a great hiding place when your best friends twin brother is nosey and likes to have dirt on you, but the secret he thought he knew he didn’t know the full truth of, he thought you had a crush on one of his friends, which wasn’t true at all, the crush you had was on him but you couldn’t tell him he’d read the journal wrong because he would just ask who you had a real crush on, so it went on like that. He would threaten to tell his friend you liked him unless you kept his secret, meanwhile, you fell harder and harder for the guy that would never like you back

(X)

You were out with your best friend for a day of shopping and coffee, you’d spent the morning walking around the mall looking for new outfits for her, she was going out on some big date and wanted to look nice so you agreed to help her find something to wear. Currently, you were sitting in a cafe waiting for her to come back from the toilet when Jimin walked in with another friend of hers, you instantly felt your heart sink to the floor as he wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her on the lips, you looked at him and then to the floor not wanting your heart to break any more than it already had.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Jimin asked coming over and standing next to the chair, his date by his side who was smiling at you, you’d met her before, she was quite close with Y/BF/N and it hurt to know she was flirting with her friend’s brother when Y/BF/N wanted no one to date him.

“I’m here with Y/BF/N…you might want to leave unless you want her to find out you’re being a skank with her brother.” The harsh words left your mouth before your brain even had time to register what you were saying, Jimin let out a chuckle as his date screamed in shock at you,

“Jimin! Say something!” She demanded but Jimin continued to laugh along at what you had said, she scoffed smacking him and walking away, you rolled your eyes at Jimin and looked at your phone, sending a quick text to your friend explaining how you felt sick and would leave her bags with the cashier.

(X)

Jimin followed you out of the cafe and into the street, you knew he was following you but you ignored him going to find a taxi to take you home, you were mad and upset at yourself for letting your feelings for Jimin come out in that way,

“Were you jealous of her?” You stopped dead in your tracks, like a deer in headlights, you turned to look at Jimin in silence and it’s as if you could see the cogs in his mind slowly start to turn as he realised you didn’t have feelings for his friend at all…they were for him.

“You were, weren’t you?” You stayed silent shaking your head and trying to act as though it was a dumb accusation.

“Tell me the truth Y/N.” He said backing you up against a wall, your back hit the brick wall and his arm was above your head, you looked up into his eyes and wanted to grab him and kiss him, you wanted him to pin you against the wall like you’d seen him do with other girls and make out with you.

“No. I don’t, that’s dumb.” You stuttered out, your hands shaking, he smirked taking his hand and rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

“Then why are you shaking?” He whispered in your ear, you bit down on your lip resisting the urge to kiss him, you loved your friendship more than you liked him, he wasn’t worth throwing it all away for.

“All this time I thought you liked Tae and I was trying to make you jealous…guess you liked me all this time.” You stared at him and he moved away from you.

“I’ll take you out on a date…I’ll ask Y/BF/N first, getting permission and whatnot, it’ll make her like the idea of us being together even more.” He bent down and picked up the bag you had dropped, leaving a small kiss on your cheek before going back to the cafe where his sister was.

Taehyung:

You had been best friends with Y/BF/N since you moved in next door to her at the age of 18, and you had regular sleepovers at one another’s house, but there was one problem with sleepovers, You suffered from frequent nightmares, it wasn’t a big deal to anyone else but to you it was. They felt all too real everything that happened in your nightmares felt traumatic to you, it would bring up old memories you had forgotten and forge no ways in your mind for them to torture you with. The only person who knew about these nightmares was your best friends brother, Taehyung, he found you one night on the airbed during a sleepover, whimpering in your sleep, tears streaming down your cheeks and you were fidgeting. He tried to wake you up but when he touched you he found it stopped you from moving so much, the whimpering stopped completely and you relaxed against his touch, he ended up waking you up and asking you about the nightmare, that was when you explained them to him, you laid against his shoulder as you explained the stories of your nightmares, and you ended up falling asleep on him, but no nightmare happened. You had a peaceful nights sleep for once. You’d never really had an entire night of peaceful sleep with no nightmares before and it felt nice to finally get some decent rest, you would wake up feeling refreshed instead of tired from all the shaking you did.

(X)

It continued that way for months, whenever you would go to bed at home Taehyung would sneak through the window to come and sleep next to you, he was the only one that could make the nightmares go away, his touch or him just being there made your mind at ease, it was great for him as well because he couldn’t sleep without holding something, a person or a pillow. He slept soundly with you wrapped in his arms, listening to your breathing as you finally slept peacefully, he would constantly set an early alarm so no one at home would notice he was missing during the night and you would always get up at the same time to start an early day, finding it hard to sleep without him being next to you, but outside of the bedroom you hardly spoke a word to one another, you would say hello and how are you in passing but there was never any conversation there, even on a night time you would just sleep next to one another, or curled up together.

Tonight was different, tonight you were stopping over at your friends house for a birthday sleepover, you didn’t think it would be that much of a big deal, you could sneak up to see Taehyung when she finally drifted off but she hadn’t just invited you round, she invited all her friends around which meant it was going to be harder to be alone with Tae.

(X)

Taehyung came down at 3 am to check on you, and he found you on the sofa, whimpering and crying in your sleep again, he’d come up with the idea of you sleeping in one of his shirts and some shorts it was an idea that if you could smell him maybe it would help a little but it was clear the plan had failed dramatically, it pained him to see you this way, he checked his sister and her friends were all asleep before he bent down, picking you up bridal style and carrying you up the stairs, you stirred a little, laying your hand on his bare chest and smiling in your sleep.

“Tae.” You moaned out, he almost dropped you from the sound of your moan, you’d never moaned out his name in your sleep before, he laid you down in his bed and covered you with the sheets, as soon as the contact with him left you were whimpering out again, and he climbed into the bed next to you.

“I’m here baby.” He whispered pulling your head against his chest, one arm going around your waist and rubbing small patterns against the area of exposed skin, you hummed against his chest and snuggled against him.

“Love you Tae.” You whispered out, he smiled, the rubbing stopped and he kissed the top of your head.

“Love you too Y/N.”

Jungkook:

You were going out on a date, a blind date, you hated blind dates, actually you hated any dates at all. They weren’t your thing, you wanted to just be left alone with your crush that would never happen but your best friend insisted on you going out with the guy she’d found for you, he was “the perfect match,” she said to you but you knew that was a lie, your perfect match was her brother Jungkook but it was never going to happen, he saw you as his little sisters annoying best friend who was always around her. You weren’t little though, you were a young woman so you had to get over this crush, it was stupid, a crush at your age. So you agreed to go on the date, but now looking back on it you wish you hadn’t. It was the night of the date and you were panicking about what to wear, you’d gotten changed into a short tight fitted black dress and you looked at yourself in the mirror, feeling insecure, you grabbed your keys and headed to the front door, slipping into some black vans and putting on a coat over the top of your dress. You began the drive to your best friends house.

(X)

After ringing the doorbell countless numbers of times someone finally answered,

“Y/BF/N!” You yelled moving past Jungkook ans going into the house, he stared at you confused and you shouted out her name again.

“She’s not here, her and parents went out for the night.” He said still staring at you, he noticed your legs were bare and you were wearing a coat.

“Where? I have to see her, she has to cancel this stupid date.” You said, your eyes finally meeting his, his were wide at the mention of a date and he walked you through to the living room, he sat down on the sofa while you paced in front of him.

“A date? You’re going on a date?” You shook your head.

“Not anymore, I can’t, it’s stupid. I don’t know why I agreed, I don’t like him I like someone else!” You said you were starting to get nervous now as you realised you were alone with Jungkook and his eyes were on you.

“I feel like I can’t breathe, I’m in this stupid dress, I look awful and I don’t want to go out with some creep I don’t know!” You whimpered finally sitting on the coffee table and keeping the coat wrapped around you tightly.

“A date though? A real date? You were going to go out with someone?” You groaned throwing your hands on your face.

“Yes Jungkook a date, keep up, fuck I can’t breathe in this dress.” You wanted to cry but he stood up and went over to a nearby washing pile taking one of his shirts and handing it to you.

“Go get changed, come back down and we can have a movie night. You and me, I’ll call Y/BF/N I’ll have her cancel the date and you can chill out here.” You nodded and took the shirt from him going over to the bathroom to get changed.

(X)

“Jungkook?” You called from the bathroom door, he looked over from the TV set and you smiled.

“Can you help me?” You questioned, he came over and you opened the door, letting him inside and looking at the floor nervously.

“The zip is stuck and I can’t get it off.” You turned your back and moved the hair out of the way, he came closer to you and put one of his hands on your waist and the other on the zip, his breath catching in his throat as he noticed you weren’t wearing a bra with it.

“You’re not wearing anything underneath.” He whispered out, finally getting the zipper down, you held it around your body and turned to look at him, he had a blush on his cheeks and so did you.

“It didn’t look right with underwear.” You said back to him in a whisper, neither of you understanding why you were whispering.

“Were you expecting to get lucky?” You stared at him and then laughed a little at his comment, you coughed trying not to laugh too hard.

“No, I didn’t think I would be getting lucky, I didn’t even want to go out with him.” He nodded, turning to leave but then stopping and looking at you again.

“Before you said you don’t like him, you like someone else…who?” You blinked at him, the dress still clutched around you and you bit on your lip.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to tell you.” He smirked, all of his nerves gone now he came back over to you and played with the strap of the dress which was hanging loosely on your shoulder.

“Oh I think it’s a good idea.” He bent down, his face inches away from yours.

“See…I always thought you liked me, you’d blush whenever I was around or whenever I spoke a word to you…and now…You’re blushing now and I haven’t even touched you.” You gulped and looked at his eyes and then to his lips.

“It’s me isn’t it? It’s always been me.” He whispered in your ear, that was it, it was enough to have you weak at the knees, you threw your arms around him not caring that the dress was dropping and kissed him.

“It’s always you.” You panted between the kiss, he smirked wrapping his arms around you and picking you up.

“Good.”

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So, @recurring-polynya is someone who’s fics I had the great fortune of stumbling across, earlier this year (and I still don’t remember how, but I am so glad I did). I was always a passive RenRuki fan, but polynya yanked me by the collars and said “you’re gonna love this ship. I dare you to do it, I want you to do it,” and I did! She’s so talented and her fics always cheer me up because she’s just That Good. And while I did promise her that one Renji-Byakuya Stranded in the WoTL fic (I AM WORKING ON IT!!!!), I did find this in my drafts and thought there is no one better to gift it to. Happy holidays, polynya, I hope you have an amazing and safe one filled with the happiest and nicest things <3!

Title: he’s making a list, he’s checking it twice!

Pairing: Abarai Renji & Kuchiki Byakuya (platonic)

Summary: For the first time in decades, Kuchiki Byakuya is stumped. The problem? He has to buy his impulsively loudmouthed, graciously dimwitted, exceedingly loyal adjutant... a Christmas present.

Post-TYBW, but pre-RenRuki being married. Awkard fluff, humor, 2.2k (Read on AO3).

It was perhaps his general discomfort with the holiday season, or with any Living World custom that made waves in Seireitei for that matter, that had Kuchiki Byakuya mildly uncomfortable -- bordering on perturbed -- one late December night. He found work meetings in general to be rather incommodious, rife with matters that were either frivolous or could have simply been a memo. Sometimes both.

But work meetings that were not work meetings at all...Byakuya had a certain bone to pick with those. Friday evenings were dedicated for an early night in with his sister, an intimate but distant enough activity he had rather come to enjoy. Fate so happened however, that the esteemed Captain of the Sixth and the newly appointed Acting Captain of the Thirteenth were now trudging back home, calves-deep in snow.

All because of the upcoming Captain-Lieutenant Gift Exchange. Byakuya would have liked to file an objection with whoever had come up with such a daft idea, but it had seemed that most Captains seemed utterly delighted at the mandate that they would have to give their respective lieutenants ‘Christmas presents’ this year.

Byakuya pictured himself buying Abarai Renji virtually anything, and it made him shrivel in abject horror. Was it not enough that he sparred with the man once in two weeks and rated his performance as ‘passable’? Was he absolutely required to submit himself to the mortifying ordeal of gift-giving?

He was.

“I mean, if you’re that opposed to it, Kuchiki,” newly-instated Captain-Commander Kyoraku had said, chidingly, “I’m sure you and your squad could always pick up extra recons with the Eleventh.”

Byakuya had shuddered. If there was anything that made him lose sleep more than the prospect of being vulnerable, it was the prospect of having to collaborate with the Eleventh over something.

He frowned at the thought. He had yet to raise his voice in complaint with Rukia, but he could tell from the way her eyes were glimmering with mild curiosity that she suspected he was not...too pleased with the latest developments.

"If you wish to ask me a question, you may," Byakuya pointed out, a bit petulantly.

Rukia's eyes widened, and if it hadn't been for her eternal struggle to keep up with his long strides, he was sure she would have stopped dead in her tracks. She cocked her head to one side to regard Byakuya, then said slowly, "I don't think it's such a bad idea for the Gotei to be a little more...involved with each other. With the war and everything.”

Byakuya was scandalized at this. His sister? Defending champion, only second to himself, in bricking herself off? Wanting activities that merited more involvement of the social kind?

Suddenly, he registered with a belated clarity that her tone had been slightly watery. Memories of death, the very brink of it that had threatened several of Rukia’s cherished ones.The actual death that had plagued her in grief so insurmountable she had taken to long evening strolls with his lieutenant, and avoidant hours of paperwork late into the night. Of course.

He arched a brow. “I find it untimely that the new Captain-Commander suggests such a frivolous activity at a time like this,” he said carefully, “Especially considering your workload is already quite full without the consideration of ice-breakers.”

Rukia shrugged, though there was a slight icy sliver passing through her eyes at his comment, not unnoticed by either of them. If there was anything Kuchiki Rukia detested, it was her skills and abilities being undermined. Even if it was out of concern.

She shook her head nonetheless as they rounded a corner. “I don’t have a lieutenant yet, technically, since I’m still just Acting Captain,” she said distantly, “so this doesn’t bother me either way.”

He found that to be a relief.

Rukia’s eyes, however, regarded him with tantamount amusement. “You have to get Renji something, though,” she said, seeming highly entertained by the notion. “Decided on what to get him yet?”

Scratch that. Byakuya decided a headache was coming on.

❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅

On the lieutenants’ side, things were more or less the same -- for the most part.

“If the Captain gets me something, I might actually die,” Kira said flatly, then carried on quickly, “Again.”

Everyone pointedly avoided looking at the Hole, shifting and fidgeting to create space between themselves and Kira’s rather morbid attire.

“You guys are such buzzkills,” Rangiku said airily, taking a light sip of her beer before clonking it down. “It’s Christ-mas, what’s wrong with a little gift-giving?”

“Oh, hush, Rangiku,” Hinamori said, mimicking her. “You have it easy. Shiro-chan will probably get you vouchers for those stores you like and call it a day.”

“Or maybe even a gallon of booze,” Kira muttered under his breath.

“Ah!” Rangiku lounged in her seat, awfully cat-like as she rested an arm on Hisagi’s thick shoulder. “He knows me so well!”

“I think Captain Kensei’s gonna get me a motorbike,” Hisagi bragged hopefully, bouncing his muscle so Rangiku’s elbow bobbed up and down with it.

“You think or you wish?” Renji asked skeptically, as Hinamori nodded in agreement beside him.

“Does he know you’re calling him Captain Kensei?” Kira added, raising his brows. Hisagi was undeterred in his excitement, however. It was only in his wildest dreams that he had ever imagined his father fi-- respected idol to have to be put in this situation and he was unapologetic about it.

Before the conversation could carry on, however, Hinamori prodded Renji in his side with an elbow. “Abarai’s been awfully quiet,” she suggested curiously.

Renji’s ears burned as everyone suddenly turned their gaze on him.

“Oh, poor Abarai,” Rangiku wailed, and he wondered just how many beers had been passed around for her to get to this state of Extreme Concern. “At this point the most you can expect is like, a greeting card.”

“Or cash,” Hisagi added, then paused, “Though a bonus doesn’t sound too bad, does it?”

Kira and Rangiku nodded along. Kira turned to Renji with a contemplative frown, “He is of nobility, though, so it’s very likely you might get a bottle of expensive, vintage alcohol worth your entire life savings,” he mused. “It’s a very uninvolved and easy gift. Nobles do that all the time for house-warmings and baby showers and such.”

Noticing Renji’s growing discontent, however, Hinamori added kindly, “It’s okay, Abarai. My Captain’s probably going to get something weird for me, too. At least yours won’t be insanely personal to the point of uncomfortable.”

Renji shook his head. “It’s not that,” he grumbled, crossing his arms. “The Cap’n’s very particular about giving out things. Things like paperwork, and extra drills and sparring are his rewards for good work.”

Kuchiki Byakuya did not hand out advice generously. And Renji quite liked having to earn his rewards through hard work. They had a system. It worked. It seemed like a horrible idea to have his Captain do the mental gymnastics to buy him a present.

Not to mention totally awkward.

He noticed everyone was giving him a weird look. “What?”

“I’m just glad we don’t have to get them shit,” Rangiku said, after a long pause where everyone had seemingly decided not to bother with Renji anymore. “Paycheck’s coming in a little low this year and the Captain is already so hard to shop for!”

The conversation moved on seamlessly, but Renji was still stuck on the one little detail.

It was going to be so awkward.

❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅

“He’s your lieutenant, Kuchiki,” Hitsugaya grumbled, arms crossed as they stood by each other after a particularly long Captain’s meeting. “Don’t you know him at all?”

He did. Abarai Renji was a strange man, one who valued hard work and self-improvement almost as much as he did. His respect for regimen, for order and learning was – it was zealous, to say the least.

He could give the man twenty hours of extra paperwork and only receive minor complaining in return. What could one give to a madman like that?

“What are you giving your adjutant?” Byakuya enquired with a frown. If anyone accused him of floundering, he would have no qualms about firing off his bankai in polite company like the once sullen-tempered youth he had been.

Hitsugaya shrugged. “There’s that Living World boutique by District 21 that she likes,” he explained solemnly. “I am well acquainted with the owner, it should be no big deal to secure a voucher or two.” He tucked his arms behind his back and nodded at Byakuya with a cool seriousness in his eyes. “It will be alright. Abarai is not a particular man; I’m sure you’ll find something to his tastes.”

Somehow, Byakuya highly doubted it.

❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅

Renji slid the door of the Sixth’s office and stepped in, the little ‘swoosh’ of the thin door sounding off behind him.

He immediately froze when he noticed his Captain still sitting at his desk, hunched over something. His eyes drifted to the clock. It was late. Renji had purposefully decided to return when it was. Why was Byakuya still here?

Upon closer inspection of the man’s pale hands, he noticed several brightly-colored, flashy pamphlets declaring all sorts of percentages off on…sunglasses, of all things.

Did Rukia put him up to this? Renji decided it would be so her to suggest her brother get him sunglasses in the dead of winter. He flushed. It was another moment before he realized he and Byakuya were staring at each other, like lost sheep in a herd clinging to each other for guidance.

Byakuya cleared his throat. “The Eighth has just signed the demand draft for equipment charges.”

Renji pretended not to notice the winter coat catalogue by his desk as he came up to his own. He nodded, wanting the ground to bury him. “That’s – that’s good, Captain,” he said. “I’ll have our guys secure the payment by Monday.”

There was a moment’s worth of silence. Then, Renji decided he was about done with this whole Captain-Lieutenant Exchange thing. He braced himself, then straightened as he spoke,

“You know, sir, with all due respect, you don’t have to get me anything.” He felt a wave of something as Byakuya arched a brow. “I mean, we already had our hands full with the Quincy War and everythin’ and I just think we should focus on getting the squad back in shape. Patchin’ the holes, fillin’ up expense reports – that sorta thing.” He paused, wondering why barrages of words seemed to flow whenever he was especially nervous. It was not a trait he really liked about himself. Besides, the Captain usually cut him off halfway anyway, so…

Why wasn’t he saying anything?

Renji braved a glance at him. “I, uh, I’m not much of a gift guy so it’s – it’s okay.”

Byakuya’s expression gave nothing away about his inner predicament. Renji felt beads of sweat starting to pool down his forehead.

“I see,” he said, finally.

“Yep,” Renji replied, scratching his ear. He lifted the demand draft slip from Byakuya’s table, pretended his long fingers didn’t brush the ‘25% off, at Gin Tonbo only this weekend’ as he held it up. “Gonna mail this in.”

Byakuya nodded curtly.

As Renji began rushing out of the office again, he felt a swarm of heat fill his face. Would there ever be a confrontation with Kuchiki Byakuya that left him feeling like less of an idiot?

Verdict: unlikely.

❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅

On Christmas morning, Renji traipsed up to his office with a new vigor. They had just discharged their last officer from General Relief, everyone finally had the required number of limbs to get back in training. The absolute icing on cake had been that he had the afternoon off and Rukia had picked some seedy bar that didn’t give a shit about Christmas but had plenty of beer to go to.

That worked for him. He had had enough with Christmas anyway.

All that was left was for him to inform his Captain he’d be leaving, and then clock out.

When he approached the mouth of their joint offices, however, it was empty.

Byakuya usually didn’t leave any notes to say where he was going, but Renji generally knew where he’d be and for once, he didn’t. When Renji saw a pot, meticulously wrapped with a bow in the distinct Kuchiki cross-knot style, however, his heart leapt to his throat.

He thought…but the discussion they’d had the other day ended all conversation about gift-giving, hadn’t it?

Renji gingerly stepped towards the table, like he was afraid of setting off a tripwire. When he arrived closer to the edge, he noticed that the pot had a spiral of tiny, purple specks straining and rising towards the sun. The plant had barely started flowering, but it was vibrant – distinct enough that the pleasant odour of its bloom pervaded his senses.

To his utter and complete shock, there was a note. Renji used two trembling fingers to peel it off the pot, then glanced around his shoulders once to see if anyone else was in the office.

At the subsequent vacancy, he unfolded the flap of the expensive-smelling card.

The catmint, as a species, is characterized by its resilience. Strong-willed and remarkably persistent, it can be found braving the harshest winters with an admirable economy. This particular cultivar has been groomed in the Kuchiki Estate. I hope you will find it to your liking.

- Kuchiki Byakuya

28th Head, House of Kuchiki

Captain of the Sixth, Gotei 13

#byakuya is horrible at this #renji abarai #i refuse to have a byakuya tag #myfic #bleachmas 2020

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bioshockcats · 4 years

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Langford: Bill look it's the good kush.

McDonagh: this is the dollar store how good can it be?

Little sister: Jack! Is that a weed?!

Jack: what? No it's a crayon-

Little sister: I'm calling the police!

Fontaine and Tenenbaum having a fight at Mercury Suites.

Paparazzi, into the audio diary: oh my god they were roommates.

Little Jack: sleep?! I dunno about sleep! It's summer time!

Tenenbaum: you better go to bed!

Little Jack: oh she caught me-

Ryan: hey babe, happy one year.

Diane: I'm twenty seven

Booker: two shots of vodka *pouring the entire bottle*

Father Wales: I want a church girl who goes to church... AND READ HER BIBLLEEEEE

Fink: can I get one large dark roast

Fitzroy: boy you no good ugly ass piece of shit Dave Mathews lookin' mother fucker!

Cohen: teehee hee ha ha ha-! Ryan~!

Gil: is there anything better than pussy? Yes! A really good book!

Tenenbaum, approaching the little sister.

Little sisters: Mommy?

Tenenbaum: do I look like-

Poole: oh hi, thanks for checking in I'm still a piece of garbage.

Ryan: did you hang out with Fontaine last night?

Diane: y'know yeah I did.

Ryan: ohhh I love Fontaine.

Diane: you hate Fontaine.

Ryan: yeah no shit honey!!

Father Wales: guys get out of the way!!! It's the Lord!!!!!

Jack: Elmer's glue! Strong enough to hold anything together except for my deteriorating relationship with my father! Nothing can hold that together !

Cohen: I'm so sick of all these haters. Like started from the bottom now we're here

Culpepper: you have no haters, like nobody knows you.

Cohen: you're a hater!!!

Langford: my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and they're like "is this vegan? Because I'm vegan."

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6x17: My Heart Will Go On

Then:

You never really die on Supernatural

Now:

Chester, Pennsylvania

In a Rube Goldberg-esque bit of murder mastery, a man fumbles his way around his garage, nearly dying several times, only to finally get taken out by his falling garage door. What a ride.

Meanwhile, in Bobby’s neater than normal home, Sam and Dean watch him open another bottle of booze. They silently egg each other on to talk and finally decide on Rock-Paper-Scissors. Oop, it looks like you’re going to have to do the talking, Dean.

Only, wait, Dean won! They think he should take some time and sleep, and process losing Rufus. Bobby’s DOING FINE. He just needs some Irish coffee. Sam suggests taking him on a hunt. Seems like different family members are dying in Chester, Pennsylvania. Bobby kicks them out of the house, so they decide to head out alone.

They get in their trusty Mustang, and hit the road.

...

Bobby keeps drinking until Ellen (!) shows up.

…

She consoles him about Rufus and tells him to get ready for dinner.

And she’s his wife.

…

At the garage of horror, Sam finds a thread of gold.

They split up. Dean interviews next of kin. He first meets with a Saul Goodman wannabe Shawn Russo. The guy isn’t too upset by his family members dying --he wasn’t too close with them. He also doesn’t have a lot of time for Dean’s genealogy questions.

Dean tries sussing out any past family curse --poorly. Shawn wants Dean to go, so Dean just comes out and tells him, “Your life is in danger.” Shawn thinks Dean’s threatening him.

He connects with Sam who can’t find a single thing wrong with the family.

At a travel agency, we watch Anne Witting chat on the phone, and time suddenly stops. Another woman, looking like Sam’s kind of librarian, takes Anne’s keys from her purse and throws them on the floor next to the copier. She leaves and time starts again.

The woman gets off the phone and notices her keys are on the floor. Grabbing for them knocks a vase of flowers onto the copiers, which creates an electrical nightmare, which causes her to start slapping at it and finally reaching behind it to turn it off, which then causes her scarf to get stuck in the autofeeder, which the copier then tries to make a copy of, which strangles her. (Note to self: BE NICER TO THE COPY MACHINE.)

The blonde woman comes back and marks a name off in a book, and drops a gold thread.

The brothers check out the travel agency that night. It turns out that Anne isn’t part of the Russo family --so they’re not dealing with a family curse. Dean wonders what then. He then finds another gold thread.

He calls Ellen, who reports there’s been about 75 deaths associated with this across the nation. The only thing Ellen has that connects the people is that their ancestors all immigrated to the US in the same year, on the same boat: The Titanic. Neither Dean nor Ellen had ever heard of it.

…

Sam either. (And that’s when I call bull --unless this Sam isn’t a history nerd-- because the Titanic was a BIG deal before it became a BIGGER deal. It was the largest ship of its time. But as I typed this out, I feel like I should eat my words because there was another sister boat built with the Titanic, and I can’t for the life of me remember its name, so, yeah, chances are good it would have been lost to history for most people.)

During their research, Sam notes that the ship almost hit an iceberg, but the First Mate, I.P. Freely saw it in time.

Balthazar!

They summon Balthazar for answers about the boat. “It was meant to sink, and I saved it.” He hated the movie. (Boris is still one of the few and proud that’s never seen it --I cheered SO hard for Balthazar here.) He hated the Celine Dion song. Sam doesn’t even know who that is (HIS FAVORITE SINGER!) Sam points out that he thought that history can’t be changed. Balthazar points out that there’s no more rules. Anyway, only minor details have been changed --like no Impala.

More importantly, Ellen and Jo are alive. They are supposed to be dead.

Dean and Sam focus on the here and now and point out that something is killing the descendants of the Titanic travelers. They need to find out who. Balthazar drops a truth bomb out of nowhere --pointing out that Cas is in love with Dean. Sigh. Also, he doesn’t care, and flaps away.

They talk with Bobby on the phone and he thinks they’re dealing with Fate. How do they stop fate? Bobby suggests that they get Balthazar to re-sink the boat, but Dean nixes that idea instantly. Bobby wants to know what set him off --Dean tells him that if the boat sinks, Ellen and Jo die. Yeah, no way is that boat sinking.

The boys lurk in their iconic, uh, Mustang to follow Russo.

They follow Russo in an attempt to keep him safe from Fate’s machinations. They manage to save him from one deadly accident, only for the guy to die under the wheels of a bus seconds later. Sam notices a woman watching over the accident. She looked kind of like a librarian. “Your kind of librarian or my kind of librarian?” Dean asks. Oh, Dean, why does it have to be a binary choice? Eyebrow waggle. Dean decides to head over and confront Fate in a shadowy building.

Fate, meanwhile, is up to nefarious deeds. She turns burner knobs, releasing gas into the building as time stops around the Winchesters. When time starts up again, Dean’s flashlight flickers out in the dark. Sam suggests using a lighter and....

Just as the room starts to ignite, the Winchesters get yanked out of there! Cas saved them! He’s pulled them to Belarus. I will never not be able to watch this scene without thinking of the gag reel and Misha stag leaping around the woods.

“[Fate] harbors a certain degree of rage towards you,” Castiel explains. Since the Winchesters foiled their apocalyptic fate, they’ve made it into Fate’s bad books. Cas suggests the best solution is for the Winchesters to kill fate. And they can use themselves as bait!

For CAAAAAAAS! Science:

Ellen tries to talk through the case with Bobby after Jo reports more and more dead on the West coast. Ellen suggests that the best solution would be to re-sink the Titanic, a suggestion towards which Bobby reacts...poorly. Bobby’s horrified at her casual suggestion. Ellen senses something is off with Bobby. Over drinks, Bobby spills everything to Ellen. He tells her that he needs her.

After that solemn, emotional scene, we cut to Dean and Sam experiencing wacky near-misses. A skateboarder almost takes them out. Then a jumping BMX rider. Now a pair of aggressive dogs on leashes. (Extreme close of up Dean for extra sad jokes.)

They walk past a pair of jugglers tossing HATCHETS and KNIVES who proceed to LIGHT THEM ON FIRE - and I do love it when this show gets ridiculous. After several near-misses, a falling air conditioner finally plummets towards them. This looks like the end for our heroes!

For Looney Tunes Quality Science:

Time freezes the Winchesters under the air conditioner, and Castiel approaches. He greets Atropos, the Fate who’s after the Winchesters. She complains about the fallout of the recently averted apocalypse.

Cas tries to argue for freedom. It’s a bold new world! But Atropos isn’t buying what he’s selling. The last straw for her was the unsinking of the Titanic. Cas tries to shift the blame to Balthazar, but Atropos calls him on that too. That wasn’t Balthazar following a whim. Cas needed more souls for his war machine, and sent Balthazar back to unsink the ship. She’ll make Cas a bargain: if the boat stays unsunk, then she’ll kill his “two favorite pets.” She may not be strong enough to escape Cas’s retribution, but her sisters will take the Winchesters down after she dies. Cas contemplates Sam and Dean.

Balthazar shows up, ready to kill Atropos, when Cas stops him. Cas is ready to take the deal. Balthazar gets Cas’s new order: it’s time to save Sam and Dean! I mean, it’s time to sink the Titanic.

Sam and Dean wake up to Sam’s favorite singer belting “My heart will go on” on the radio. They talk about their weird, shared dream. Cas flaps in to greet them. He tells them that he had Balthazar re-sink the ship to ensure Sam and Dean’s safety.

Sam and Dean try to process the balancing equation Cas dealt with, where their lives were more important than 50,000 people (who were never born, Cas hastily points out). Dean asks about Ellen and Jo, and the answer is NOT GOOD. What could have been!

Dean asks if that whole alternate timeline was erased when the boat sank again. “More or less,” Cas says. EYEBALLS EMOJI. Cas wants the Winchesters to remember the alternate timeline. “You can make your own destiny. You don’t have to be ruled by fate. I still believe that’s something worth fighting for,” Cas tells them. Can I get a HELL YEAH?

While it seems for a short while like Cas is edging towards telling them the truth of his war, he ultimately plays off the Titanic as only stemming from Balthazar’s hatred of the movie. “Titanic didn’t suck THAT bad,” Dean says. There’s my soft boy. Cas flaps out, and the Winchesters head inside to check on Bobby. His house is back to cluttered, gloomy chaos. Bobby’s asleep on the couch. Sam and Dean vow never to tell Bobby what he could have had.

It is Your Quotedany:

Accidents don't just happen accidentally

"What's an Impala?" Trust me, it's not important

You have me confused with the other angel. You know, the one in the dirty trenchcoat who's in love with you

Can’t avoid fate

Who do we gotta kill to get killed around here?

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Future Nostalgia, Chapter 1 (Group Fic) - Lazuli

Summary: This is an 80’s AU songfic based on the latest Dua Lipa album “Future Nostalgia”. In this chapter, Michelle is struggling to open her new club and Bianca gets fired from her job. Destiny joins the two sisters back together.

A/N: Hieeeeeee! This is my first fic ever and I’m super happy to share it! English is not my first language, so I’m sorry if there are any spelling errors. I wanna thank @chaoticnachokitten for not only betaing, but also supporting my idea, u are the best! This one is not focused on any ships (just a little bit of Bitney), but the next chapters are going to focus on a different pairing each, based on the songs of Future Nostalgia. Also, I had to include Michelle in this ‘cause: Why not? I hope u all enjoy it and I’m always open to suggestions!!

Chapter One – FUTURE NOSTALGIA

“I know you’re dying trying to figure me out

My name’s on the tip of your tongue, keep running your mouth

You want the recipe, but can’t handle my sound

My sound, my sound

No matter what you do, I’m gonna get it without ya

I know you ain’t used to a female alpha”

1985. Michelle could almost smell the scent of the booze, hear the loud music and feel the heat from the bodies dancing on the crowded dance floor. The reason for all the extra hours working at the diner came true:She had just bought her own club. She could barely restrain herself with happiness feeling the tinkle of the keys between her fingers. After signing the contract with the previous owner, who had stared at her clothes with a hint of mockery, she finally had a place to call her own. A new home. She was not new to the feeling of home that New York’s night clubs offered her, and Michelle frequented them so much that she could leave a toothbrush at the restroom, if this wasn’t so disgusting. It was part of her routine, spending whole Saturday nights on the floor, having fun and making out with one-night stands. Those were the moments she felt free from the judgment she had received daily on her last job.

Quitting her job at the diner wasn’t that hard. In fact, it was delightful throwing her apron on the floor and finally telling her boss what he deserved to hear: That he was a motherfucking son of a bitch. During the 4 years Michelle had worked as a waitress, Earl had always made embarrassing statements about her clothes, body and had humiliated her in front of clients and colleagues. All because she had refused to go on a date with him, who tried to bribe her by offering money to open the club. In the name of Diana Ross, he was married, smelled like cheap beer and was old enough to be her grandpa! Earl had not accepted “no” as an answer, and Michelle’s response resulted in years of harassment because he was certain the woman needed the job and wouldn’t complain about his attitude.

This is the reason why night clubs were Michelle’s shelter, her true paradise on Earth. She knew the club universe like the back of her hand since she was 17 and escaped from home in the middle of the night with her big brother, Ru, so they could go out secretly and enjoy the nightlife in town. At a young age, she had understood that this was her destiny. Her parents were judgmental about her dream: night clubs were not places for a decent girl. They discouraged her by saying that this was not a real job, the adult world was way different, she would never own a club ‘cause she was a woman and bla bla bla… However, her brother always encouraged the idea and gave her a good amount of cash as a gift to help the club’s funding. She was lucky to have a brother like him.

The Visage brothers were Charles, who preferred to be called Ru, the black, gay and drag queen first-born who, to the desperation of his parents, was getting more recognition in the drag scene throughout the years. Ru was the son of Paul visage’s ex-wife, so when he got married for the second time, two totally-opposite girls were born: Michelle and Bianca. Michelle, the middle daughter, a Madonna wannabe who was following the path of doom and Bianca, the perfect youngest daughter. Bianca worked at a business company in NY and was very successful at her job, nothing unexpected: ever since she was a kid, she got the best grades and was a hard-working lady. She always wanted to make her parents proud of her, because they were too busy worried about her brothers, so Bianca was under pressure to be the redemption of the family. Michelle noticed how much this made her sister unhappy.

After long 8 years, Michelle was finally facing her brand-new source of wealth: the ‘Future Nostalgia Club”, home of the misfits, outrageous and crazy ones. Just like Alice in Wonderland, entering the club would be like falling on the rabbit’s hole to meet a world of magic, dance and desire.

Well, at least this was how Michelle was imagining it would be. She only needed to clean the club, buy all the stereos, light equipment and accessories for stage work, build a bar, reform the whole place, hire employees…Oh.

She needed a miracle.

“Okay, I’m all by myself, except for the family of spiders surrounding the ENTIRE PLACE. Shit. My Eden looks like an allergic rhinitis person’s Hell.“

After a lot of sneezes, Michelle tried to start cleaning the room, without success. Cleaning the club all alone would take her at least two whole days and she had no idea how she could get the rest of the tasks done. She was a waitress, not a party planner. The more she thought about it, the more stupid and regretful she felt about starting a business by herself, without any guidance, and buying a full abandoned space. Just to think that Ru trusted her so much that gave part of his cost savings to the club made Michelle doubt her capacity even more. Maybe her parents were right after all. Adult’s world is way different than the full-of-glitter universe of the clubs. She should’ve gone to college just like her sister. Her brother was economically stable doing drag because he was lucky. He was one in a million, something she would never be.

💿

“What? Fired? You've got to be kidding me!”

“I’m sincerely sorry, Bianca. You’ll be laid off, because the company needs to reduce costs, so unfortunately, we have to set you free to find new paths!” said James, her superior.

“You say ‘set you free’ like I’m a fucking bird or something! I was nominated the best employee, two years in a row. There was never one single day that I slacked off on work, unlike those other tired queens I share the room with. Didn’t you tell me that I could get a promotion this month yet?”

“Yeah, I told you that… However, to have someone leading by my side… My superiors preferred to invest on a new face, a strong, determined and merciless person.”

“Am I not all of these things? You already told me I’m much more of a man than your homeboys!”

“I know, but… Bianca, I’m gonna be honest with you: Calling you a ‘man’ is way different than believing you have a shot to be the leader of this company. Yes, you were our best employee, but being a boss consists of so much more responsibility that, frankly, we don’t believe you can handle. You are too good to be constantly trying to prove your worth. Don’t you think it would be exhausting? Besides, this job requires a lot of extra hours, something that would reduce your time with family. C’mon, the superiors made a good decision letting you find other job opportunities which…suits better everyone’s fragilities.”

Fragility. The sound of this word hit her like a missile.

“Fine…Then, let me see if I understood what you said: Although I work even more than you do, I’ll not get a promotion because I am a woman. That’s it? Do you think I’m not ‘manly’ enough for the job?“

An awkward silence.

“I’m glad you understand, so now we can sign your termination contract in good terms! I have no doubts that you’ll find a new job opportunity soon, at a better place!”

Oh no, he better didn’t.

He barely had finished his sentence when a super-hot coffee cup that was in Bianca’s hand was thrown on the table, smudging all the papers and making some drops of coffee splash on James’ white shirt, leaving stains. Bianca didn’t think about her actions. She just did it. What could they do? Fire her? Check.

After leaving the room and putting all her stuff inside a box without giving one single look to anyone, Bianca walked to the elevator in a state of shock. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard from James. ‘Being a woman sucks’, she thought. She had spent her entire life trying to be perfect. Getting the best grades, doing well on SAT, studying at a college with a full scholarship, getting a degree. All this hard work just to be told by a piece of shit that she couldn’t be a boss. Bianca hadn’t refused every party invitation during college for that.

When the elevator reached downstairs, Bianca did her own walk of shame. Everybody in the hall stared at her, some of them looking away from her in fear, others curious about what happened to the usually scary Bianca Del Rio. She was known as a feared woman, with her quick mind, shady responses and killer looks. She didn’t have time for anyone’s bullshit. But right now, she was feeling the weakest she had ever been, and she hated to appear weak in front of others.

“Be strong. Living in this world is hard as hell.”

She had grown up hearing that phrase. Being strong became her second skin that was attached to her body ever since she had understood that she would need it to survive. The heavy make-up applied to her face every day worked as a materialization of this mask, as if it would hide all of her real emotions.

Being strong was the shield to world’s adversities, but also the hideout of her secrets and self-doubts. Bianca knew that she could never be her true self. She was taught to be brave and successful. And people like her would never be successful if they studied Arts. Or if they’d finally admitted they were gay.

She got used to being strong, quick and working like a dog. But that was not enough. She was not enough. The truth about this reality crushed her so bad that she didn’t care about the rain that was falling on the streets, starting to soak her belongings inside the box and destroying her make-up. The vestiges of mascara started to leave black trails on her cheeks, that dropped from her eyes.

“Well, at least I can blame the rain now.” She knew this was a poor excuse.

As soon as she got home, after taking the bus and doing her best poker face during the entire way, Bianca threw her box on the apartment’s floor and, almost at the same time, heard the phone ringing. Leaving a trail of water drops as she walked, she reached the phone and instantly recognized the voice on the other side. ‘Oh great, it’s my sister!’, she thought and answered.

“Girl, you betta have a real good reason for talking to me right now, because I was asking myself how much alcohol it takes to stay drunk for a whole weekend!”

“Bianca!!! I need you to come to the club now! It’s an emergency! Wait, drunk? What’s your damage?”

“Oh, fuck it, I don’t really wanna talk about this. Why do I have to go to your dump? Have you already discovered it was a bad investment?”

“That’s exactly why I need you to come RIGHT. NOW. Please, Bianca. I promise that if you come, I’ll buy you as much alcohol as you want!”

“Such a terrible proposal. Promise?”

“Promise. Just come here, bitch! NOW!”

After being hung up on, Bianca took a deep breath, rolled her eyes, and made her way to the bathroom to clean up her face, so she wouldn’t look like she just had a breakdown before helping her sister. It was not like she had any better place to go.

💿

“What. The. Fuck.”

“Good to see you too, my dear sister!”

Bianca tried her best to deflect from the cobwebs and step carefully in order not to ruin her shoes on the sticky stains on the carpet. The place was even worse than she had imagined in terms of cleaning, but she could see a potential nightclub. Maybe if she squinted a little bit.

“Is this the famous ‘Future Nostalgia’? Its looks more like ‘Future Flu’, but that’s fine!”

Michelle, sitting on the edge of a platform that used to be a small stage, stared at her sister with no emotion. They were always different from one another, but that day, Michelle noticed Bianca was out of her normal. Her classic executive clothes were soaked wet, and aside from this, something about her expression looked out of place. As if something had broken her shield.

“I’m such a dip. I should’ve made a better plan before buying this place. If I had looked for more places before buying the first rentable abandoned club, I wouldn’t have bought this…cemetery.”

“Hey, hey, hey! Get yourself together! You already bought it, so there’s no use to freak out now. Look, I know that it’s hard to see the club of your dreams, but with some repairs, employees and DEFINITELY SOME CLEANING, this space can look like new and mad awesome!”

“Alone??? How am I gonna do all of these things?? I don’t know if I can handle the management of an entire club! I know this was a bad idea, I shoulda done the same like you and…”

“And what? Gone to a college and been unhappy? Worked with something you hate? Or maybe spent the rest of your days making double effort to try to fit into a space that you know it’s not your shape, but still you squeeze and hurt yourself trying to fit in?”

Every word that came out of Bianca’s mouth was heavy and turned her thoughts into reality. The truth was that she always pretended. Bianca made a huge effort to hold her tears, but Michelle knew her for too long to not know that something was going on.

“What happened, Bianca?”

Bianca took a deep breath and said: “I was laid off. My superiors didn’t want me to be a boss, they considered me unable for the job because I’m a woman. Do you know how much it hurts? I spent so many years on that company, doing extra shifts all the time and pretending to be someone I’m not for nothing! These clothes, these shoes, this posture…This is not me.“

Michelle called her to come closer and Bianca sat next to her on the platform.

“I always felt you repressed who you really were. I remember when we were kids. You spent hours and hours joining pieces of fabric to create costumes for us to use in our plays for the audience of toys. And you always made everyone laugh when you were acting!”

“For sure, just the Barbies were a tough audience. You know, the excess of plastic in her faces made it difficult to express anything.”

Michelle laughed and put her hand against Bianca’s.

“I think this is the perfect moment for you to start over. You can finally show the beautiful clown that you are. Dirty-mouth, fast and a little bit shady, but beautiful. You may not see this now, but those idiots having fired you was the best thing that could’ve happened. They are not used to a female alpha. What would Madonna do?”

“Bitch, I thought I was gonna give a motivational speech here!”

The sisters laughed together.

“Maybe you should listen to yourself. If Madonna was on your place, what would she do?”

“She would be Madonna, fantabulous and radical, I’m just Michelle.”

“Girl, don’t wig out! Dear, you are Madonna. From Brooklyn, but still Madonna!” Bianca said. “C’mon, I wanna show you something.”

Bianca got up and took a 'Like a Virgin’ vinyl by Madonna out of her purse, which Michelle had borrowed her almost one year ago.

“Every time you forget who you are, look at this. It was already getting dusty at home; I should’ve returned it to you sooner, but maybe today was the right day to give it back to you.”

Michelle took her vinyl back and stared at it, admiring the cover. Then, she remembered.

“I saw a gramophone somewhere here. Do you know what I have in mind?”

“Oh, shit, I should’ve seen that coming!”

“Duh. You won’t escape from me!” said Michelle, already running to put the vinyl on the gramophone. The first chords of Material Girl started to resonate through the room.

“Take a broom and lip sync with me!”

The sisters started to clean and organize the space using brooms, dusters, mops and other cleaning supplies that Michelle had brought earlier, while lip syncing for their lives. They sang, danced and tried hard not to slip on the wet floor. A and B sides of the disc were played several times until dawn, when they finally finished the cleaning. The place already looked completely different. It had been a while since the last time they had shared a moment like this. Their last meetings were brief, at family reunions, like Thanksgiving and Christmas. Both of them were busy chasing their own dreams, but now life had got them together in the same path.

“You know what?” said Bianca, drying the sweat of her forehead with her hand.

“I wanna work with you. I’ll help you with anything you need related to management, organization and the hiring of new employees. I can use some money I’ve been saving for investments, because this is an investment, and a little bit of my unemployment insurance ‘cause, sincerely, fuck this shit. I don’t have anything better to do and I didn’t get my degree for nothing, am I right?”

“Are you sure? It would be excellent, but you’re not a party person. You always say that parties are too loud and don’t have enough seats so you can rest your old ass!” teased Michelle.

“And you are not as brill as me when it comes to business! How about we share what we know and become partners?”

“Deal.”

💿

After the hard work, a shower and a certain number of drinks, Michelle’s and Bianca’s bodies were in a state of drunkenness that made them feel like they could run an entire marathon, so in order to release all that energy, they left the bar and decided to take a walk on the pier. Bianca was wearing some of Michelle’s clothes: a striped black and white shirt, a navy-blue pleated skirt that finished a little above her knees, a huge jeans coat, all of this complemented with white boots with cotton knee gaiters. It wasn’t exactly Bianca’s fashion, but she liked a little bit of a change.

That didn’t stop her from making jokes about it.

“Yeah, I now kinda understand all the fuss about skirts: they make it pretty fresh down there!”

“You may not admit it, but I know you gagged on this look! How about it become a habit?”

“Gag me with a spoon!”

They walked together until they arrived at a part of the pier that was frequented by a lot of teenagers and young adults that got together to dance, flirt and smoke pot in the darkest corners. A little bit ahead of them, there was a group of people gathered in a circle, enjoying the music played by the DJ, using her simple equipment in one of the corners of the pier. She had pale skin, full light blonde hair, wore a pair of black headphones that matched the rest of her look and had an expression on her face that left doubts if she was just sleepy or super high.

Inside the circle, surrounded by people going crazy for her dance steps, there was a young girl with dark skin, long and smooth legs, and long straight black hair that moved according to her body. She walked like she was on the Fashion Week’s runway and caught all the attention with her intense stares as she moved.

Right after, another dancer entered on the circle, doing a bridge, lifting of the floor gracefully. She had light skin, blonde hair, a Chanel haircut and wore dark red lipstick. She was dancing along with the other girl doing splits, handstands and other moves that looked impossible to execute, with such a technique like a true gymnast.

While Michelle was totally into the dancers, that started to battle with other two boys, another thing caught Bianca’s eyes. The young lady was a little farther away from the group, dancing to her own rhythm of the remix played by the DJ. She had white skin a little tanned and blonde perfect curls pinned on the top of her head with a bow. She wore colorful bracelets, a blue crop top with a mid-skirt that spun with her movements. Bianca was completely hypnotized by the girl.

When the music stopped and the dancers finished the vogue battle, Bianca was brought back to reality by the sound of the applauses. Michelle looked at her with excitement.

“I need these girls in my club! They would be perfect! This is exactly what we need, performers would bring so much people to the parties. It would be hella amazing if they were our employees!”

“So, what are we still doing here? Let’s go there and talk to them!”

Michelle and Bianca walked towards the group of girls. The two dancers were gathered in a corner, chatting happily while the DJ, who seemed to be part of the group as well, was lazily rolling a cigarette between her fingers. As soon as they came closer, Bianca noticed the mysterious blonde was also there, laughing with the girls, and started to look as normal as possible.

Michelle called them and started the introduction.

“Hey, ladies! You totally nailed it; the dancing was amazing! I’m Michelle and this is my sister, Bianca. This was the first time we stopped to watch the vogue battles on the pier!”

Bianca locked eyes with the blonde, who smiled at her, but quickly looked away.

“Thank you, girl! I am Naomi, like Campbell, this is Katya, our Russian gymnast who we pretend is really Russian to give an exotic touch to our group…” both girls extended their hands to greet Bianca and Michelle.

“…and that one sleeping while rolling a joint is Pearl, our DJ friend!’

Waking up from her 10 second sleep, Pearl straightened her back and simply said: “Sup.”

Katya laughs loudly and says: “Such a character! Oh, and last but not least, this is Courtney, my true foreign friend who came to see us dancing today!”

“Hello! I’m from Brisbane, Australia. I’m here in NY studying Performing Arts in a student exchange program.” Courtney said, nicely, her accent perceptible.

“That looks great! So good to see the young ones so dedicated to studies!”

Bianca felt the weight of 84 years on her back after this commentary and regretted saying it immediately, although she made her new crush giggle.

Michelle went straight to the point.

“Well, girls, we actually came here to make a proposal: We both are going to inaugurate a new night club downtown, and we need performers, so we thought you’d be perfect! What do you think?”

A pause. Then Naomi answered.

“Look, I saw this thing happen a bunch of times, with friends of ours. You are not the first ones and won’t be the last to come here, making promises to the dancers, but it’s always the same scheme. I think it’s cute for you guys to come here and flatter us, but I saw a lot of these contracts that ended up badly for other girls, so the answer is no.”

Bianca tried to show more reliability.

“I understand. We are two strangers, coming here and trying to make a deal, but we also don’t really know you, so this is equally risky for us. Me and Michelle live in New York since always, we grew up here. I am an administrator and Michelle used to work on the diner at 7th street, she’s a club frequenter.“

Pearl spoke, pointing to Michelle while blowing the smoke from the cigarette.

“Yeah, you are not a stranger to me…I think I saw you at one of the parties I played at once…but I’m always so tired that I’m not sure…”

“That’s not really surprising, Sleeping Beauty!” mocked Katya.

Michelle proceeded.

“I think we can have a conversation, try to know each other better, and come to a deal that helps both parts. With that talent, you could attract even more public to the parties and would be paid to do what you already do at the pier, but at a safer and more well-structured place!”

“Well, the offer is tempting, but we love dancing here. The pier is where our community exists, where we took our first steps and learned everything. We follow our schedules, our rules, without a boss full of orders on us. Also, I don’t appreciate the idea of someone coming here, taking our culture and making money out of it, you know?” Naomi said in a defensive tone.

Bianca argued.

“We truly don’t want to take advantage of what you girls do. Your work is pure art, and it’s a result from hard work. I believe we can open a new door for you to show what you do. Downtown is full of people, and sometimes the clubs are visited by businessmen and headhunters looking for new talents. If you work with us, you can make an extra money, meet new people and be seen. I believe we can help each other. We’re all women fighting for our place in this world.”

Naomi and Katya looked at each other, thoughtful.

“What about the money?” asked Katya.

“We can negotiate payments, schedules, and the performances will be totally yours, full freedom to create,” Michelle said. “We also need a DJ! I think it’s fair enough having a woman in charge of music as well!”

“Like, I thought I was already in” said Pearl, confused and a little distracted from the conversation.

“Pearl, we’re still thinking about it, there’s nothing decided here, you stoner! Now, pass this joint over here!” said Katya, getting the weed cigarette from Pearl’s hands.

Courtney said, bravely: “Do you girls need a bartender? I used to work mixing and serving drinks at my city, to help paying college! And I kinda need a job right now…”

“Totally! You would be very useful!” said Bianca, one more time regretting her lack of discretion.

All of them stayed quiet for a little, reflecting on the proposal, until Naomi broke the silence.

“What about a meeting on Monday, 9am at Joe’s Cafe? We can discuss about it after a rest and having our stomachs filled. Until there, we’ll think about the offer. I believe we can support each other, if it’s really worth it.”

“Awesome! I mean, deal.” Michelle corrected herself as an attempt to sound professional. “Monday it is.”

“Deal! Now, if you excuse us, I need to go there and flirt with that cute jock who has been staring at me since the dance battle. The move 'contort like the girl from Poltergeist’ never fails!”

Katya waved and ran towards the man, followed by Naomi and Pearl, who shook hands with the sisters.

Just Courtney stayed behind, and right after waving to Michelle, she came closer to Bianca’s ear and said, quietly: “I think Katya was not the only one being observed tonight. And I really liked it.”

With that, Courtney left, running to reach the other girls.

Michelle looked to Bianca without understanding what had just happened until she saw her sister red like a shrimp, and started to laugh loudly, followed by curses and more laughs from Bianca. Together, the two started to leave the pier, clumsy and happy, towards Michelle’s apartment. The day had both started and finished in total opposite ways, reviving the hope that good things may be coming. They’d need to work a lot, but the end of this night was just the beginning of a new era in the sister’s lives.

#rpdr fanfiction #michelle visage #bianca del rio #naomi smalls #katya zamolodchikova #pearl liaison #courtney act #bitney #fluff #lesbian au #80s au #song fic #future nostalgia #lazuli #concrit welcome #submission #historical au

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Too Young to Fall in Love Chapter 46 (Dirt!Nikki x Reader)

Title: Too Young to Fall in Love 46

Summary: Nikki Sixx was a hard partying musician on the strip. He never expected to fall in love with anyone, until a girl knocked on his dressing room door looking for a ride home and took his breath away. Just like everything else Nikki did; the drugs, the money, the music; Nikki went hard with love. (Y/n) Bass never expected the bassist of Motley Crue to be the one to shake her calm and calculated life up. She had a plan. Graduate school, become an epic producer, and watch from behind the scenes as her brother’s band rose to fame. Nikki and (Y/n) were perfect for each other, too bad her brother, Tommy, didn’t think so.

Series warnings: Smut (18+ Please), drug use, language, referenced miscarriage, drug overdose, mentioned attempted suicide, out of character moments for everyone in the band, the timeline might be a little screwy but it’s fanfiction! I know nothing of music production and my medical knowledge is really screwy, so it won’t be accurate.

Nikki spent a good amount of time at the studio. It would be another week before touring would resume for Generation Swine. It made him nervous. He hated being away from home. Tommy was back in the studio, but Nikki kept his words short with him. He did miss his best friend, but the pain that (Y/n) was going through made Nikki mad at the way the drummer treated her. Nikki had made sure (Y/n) had asprin and a relaxing day. He made sure Ziggy was with Vanessa and that she was just a phone call away.

“Dude I’m telling you, pregnant chicks and pickles are a thing,” Vince smiled.

"Why? She wants yours more often?" Mick said, deadfaced and monotoned.

“Among other things,” he said wiggling his eyebrows. “But on a serious note, those midnight runs are no joke man.” he smiled. “This kid is going to be amazing.”

"How are things going for you and (y/n) and trying?" Mick asked nikki. Tommy looked up from his drums.

“I think she’s getting frustrated, and I don’t blame her,” Nikki sighed. “I’m thinking about getting myself checked out. I know the problem is with me man.” Nikki grabbed his bass and bowed his head. “I’m always the problem.”

"Not always." Tommy said. "Sometimes it's a brother with an endless supply of booze."

Nikki lifted his head and looked at Tommy, “Ok, you and I need to talk. But first I want to lay down these tracks. Then you and I are going to go out to eat and we’re going to talk.” Nikki looked at him.

"Okay." Tommy nodded, chugging his water. He wanted a beer so bad, but it wasn't allowed in the studio.

“Let’s get to work,” Nikki said as they began rehearsing. Not long after Nikki stood in front of Tommy. “So you told (Y/n) that she stole me from you?” he shook his head at Tommy. “Where did that come from?” Tommy just shrugged. He wasn't sure how to explain what he said. He just felt that his sister had taken his best friend, the other terror twin, and tamed him. “Ok, let’s go find a place to eat and you are going to tell me what brought this on. No booze! You need a clear head.”

"Fine." Tommy grumbled. "Might as well go to McDonald's at that point."

“Then McDonald’s it is, you want a happy meal?” Nikki teased.

"Only if I can have the Barbie toy." Tommy laughed and flipped his hair.

“Such a good girl you are!” Nikki smiled. “I’ll meet you there,”

"I'll be waiting." Tommy smiled.

Nikki and Tommy met at a local McDonalds. Nikki opting for a Big Mac Tommy actually got the happy meal. “You are such a kid man.” Nikki smiled. “Talk to me man, where did this whole thing about (Y/n) stealing me come from. Because for a lot of this journey, we were still the terror twins.”

"I just...you were staying with her more often instead of partying. And...and you opted for the hotel more….and…" Tommy dropped the fries he was holding. "I need help man."

“Why didn’t you say all this when we were back in rehab?” Nikki folded his hand on the table and looked to his friend. “Just because I was with her didn’t mean I couldn’t have fun…. I just didn’t want to mess up. I was doing blow and letting girls suck me off while talking to her… I mean… we kept partying but… I should have realized you needed me too man… I’m sorry.”

"It wasn’t just you. I screwed up with Heather. I got involved with Pam. I just keep messing things up that has nothing to do with you. And I...I screwed up with (Y/n). I should be who she talks to when she has a problem. instead she runs to New York."

“New York was on me man, you know that,” Nikki sighed. “The night I was brought back to life… in ‘87… she came to me man and … we… let’s just say I thought it was a dream or a girl who looked like her and I went for the needle again.”

"So that's where she went. she left and for days no one could get a hold of her." Tommy explained.

“Yeah,” Nikki sighed. “We just got lost in each other and… next thing I know I have the needle in my arm and she’s saying she doesn’t want to watch me die… I made the decision we should all go to rehab and get clean then.” Nikki breathed. “Been clean ever since.”

"I wish I could've made myself be clean." Tommy sighed.

“Look man, I made the decision to be clean not just for (Y/n) but for myself… I mean… I was a mess even before we got together. You know that, and we can always have fun. Who says the terror twins can’t be terrors? You can be naked and sober. Hell we’ve done it before.” Nikki let out a laugh. “You get clean because I want to see you at our wedding… I still haven’t picked a best man you know… I was hoping…”

“You mean...me?” Tommy asked. “Are you sure man? What if I become you at my wedding?”

“I don’t think you would man. Besides, that was a mistake and I’m sorry… I was not in the right place and I should have been there for you with a clear head.” Nikki shook his head in shame.

“No, it’s okay.” Tommy shrugged. “Do you have a rough estimate of when the wedding is?”

“Not sure, but I know I’m supposed to be at your parent’s for dinner tomorrow,” Nikki chuckled. “Athena mentioned something about your aunts being there.”

“Oh god you poor man,” Tommy laughed. “When I spent a summer in Greece with them, they tried to pimp me out to all the girls in town. I mean, I didn’t mind, but some of those girls had muscles bigger than my, well, everything. They grow ‘em big in Athens.” That’s when both of their cell phones rang at the same time.

“Hi ma.” Tommy answered.

“Athena? Is everything okay?” Nikki asked. Both women were talking and the boys just nodded before hanging up.

“Guess who’s coming to dinner.” Tommy groaned. “Mom didn’t tell them I got remarried until this morning and they want to meet Pamela.”

“Yeah Athena just told me,” Nikki groaned. “I gotta tell (Y/n), I hope she’s feeling better though. She had a killer migraine.”

“She still gets those?” Tommy asked. “I was kinda a dick to her back then when she got them.”

“Yeah I know,” Nikki sighed. “She threw up when she was out with your mom planning the wedding. I think she’s just stressed… I’m thinking a nice trip to Hawaii and some fun time to help her relax.”

“Is she still upset that she hasn’t been working?” Tommy asked. “I know that she’s kinda been blacklisted by a few labels because of what she did for us.”

“I think we should create our own label with her as our manager,” Nikki looked at him. “I mean, she’s done a lot for us and we can help other artists along the way. I’ve written and produced some things for other people and she’s been there to help me along the way.”

“And she did write most of my songs for my first album, which I feel guilty about.” Tommy sighed. “And she did trademark Motley Records for us. Oh! Look what she gave me a few months back. I’m waiting for the right time to record it though.” He slid the paper to Nikki to read.

Nikki read the words and closed his eyes. He knew she was feeling depressed but this was on a whole level. Looking at Tommy he gave him back the paper, “She has talent man… I just wish I could get her to see it.”

“That’s...that’s probably my fault.” Tommy told him. “I thought I was driving her in the path of a career that would be more stable than the music business by telling her there was no money in songwriting, things like that. God, I was so shitty to her.”

“Well, you’re going to have to get clean and fix it man,” Nikki sighed as he cleaned up. “I should go, I want to make sure she’s ok.”

“Okay yeah. I got some calls to make anyway.” Tommy told him. “See you tomorrow man?”

“Yeah I’ll see you tomorrow,” Nikki said as he gave him a high five and a hug. “You’re still me best friend man, don’t forget that.”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t get soft on me now Sixx.” He smiled and headed to his car. Nikki headed home. Vanessa was parked in the driveway and Ziggy was running around happily.

“Hey Ness, is everything ok?” Nikki asked as he got out of his car and made his way inside.

“Yeah. (Y/n) called and said she was feeling better. Well enough to have the kid home, not well enough to drive.” Vanessa told him. “Oh! Vince’s oldest has some puppies they need to rehome. I was wondering if you guys want one. If not, Vince is going to try to adopt all six of them.”

“Ask (Y/n), Ness. I don’t mind Ziggy having someone to keep him company. Besides I got to talk to (Y/n) about something.” He smiled as he walked inside and laughed when Ziggy ran around the living room.

“Well, good. Because I already brought one over and (Y/n) is cuddling with her up in your room.” Vanessa told him.

Nikki laughed as he shook his head, “Alright, well let me check on her and you can go on home. Vince was saying he would have to buy an entire pickle factory for you.” he teased.

“Ha, ha. He’s sooooo funny.” Vanessa grumbled. She was already plotting how to get back at him. Maybe promising him his favorite thing and it not happening would be perfect. She left the house, leaving Nikki and Ziggy downstairs.

“Come on Zig lets go check on Mommy,” he said as he made his way upstairs with Ziggy following behind him. He reached the bedroom door and knocked softly. “(Y/n)? Can I come in?” A small bark answered him, followed by a giggle.

“Come on in.” (Y/n) laughed. “Jett, that’s your daddy and your brother.” The little labrador retriever wagged her tail happily when she saw Nikki. “Hi honey.”

“Hey,” he said as Ziggy jumped up on the bed sniffing the new puppy. Nikki leaned over and kissed her. “Feeling better?”

“Yeah a bit.” She smiled up at him. “How was your day?”

“Eventful, I talk to Tommy.” he breathed and sat on the edge of the bed caressing her cheek. “He’s going to be at the dinner tomorrow at your moms.”

“Oh, that’ll be a blast.” (Y/n) sighed. Jett whimpered and laid by her. (Y/n) scratched her ears.

“Man, Ziggy and Jett.” Nikki looked at the new puppy and ran his fingers over her. “I know hun, but… Tommy has his demons to battle and… he says he’s sorry.” Nikki looked at her. “We can cut out early tomorrow no problem.”

“I’ll sit and listen to him I guess.” (Y/n) snuggled up against Nikki. “So, what do you think of her?”

“I love her,” he smiled. “I was thinking of checking myself out… down there…” he cleared his throat. “There’s gotta be something wrong with me.”

“What?” (Y/n) looked at him. “Nikki, there’s nothing wrong with you. Trust me.” She smiled at him. “What brought this on?”

“I don’t know,” Nikki sighed. “I just feel like it’s my fault we’re not pregnant yet.”

“Something wants us to calm down and enjoy ourselves I think.” (Y/n) told him. “And, who knows, the gene that my mothers side has that allows them to have like twenty kids, it might just have skipped me.” She shrugged. “But there’s nothing wrong with you Nikki.”

“I feel like I’m letting your down,” Nikki swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Nikki, if we never have kids and just grow old with twenty dogs, I’ll be happy. As long as it’s with you.” She smiled at him.

“We can be Dogy parents,” he smiled and kissed her deeply. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

“Me too.” she kissed him again. “I missed my soon to be husband.”

“I missed my soon to be wife,” he breathe as he lay her down and peeled off her clothes. “Can I show you how much I missed you?”

“Oh course.” She moaned. “Just be gentle with me.” Nikki smirked.

Nikki removed his clothes as he hovered over her, gently pushing into her. “Fuck I missed you.”

“Oh god. Fuck.” (Y/n) moaned. “I missed you so much Nikki.”

“Shit sweet girl,” he moaned, “you feel so good.” (Y/n) just moaned in response. She loved having Nikki like this. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him close to her.

“N-Nikki!” She moaned, cumming around him.

Nikki let out a strangled cry as he came in her, holding her body close. He collapsed next to her pulling her close. “Fuck I love you.”

“I love you too.” She curled up in his arms, resting her head on his shoulder. “Glad you came back into my life.”

“I’m glad you let me come back,” he kissed her shoulder. “I wish we were getting married tomorrow sweet girl.”

“Let’s do it.” (Y/n) whispered. “Let’s just tell everyone that we’re going to go to Vegas and if they want to be there, they can be there.”

“You and I both know that your family would kill us,” he laughed. “But… I am going to be happy seeing you walk down that aisle.” he smiled. “Nap time?”

“Mmm yes.” She said, falling asleep by him.

When he woke up later, she was gone, but he could smell food coming from the kitchen.

“What smells so good?” he smiled as both Jett and Ziggy ran up to him.

“Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, and corn.” (Y/n) said. She was just wearing her underwear and one of Nikki’s shirts.

Nikki walked up behind her and ran his hands under the shirt his fingers tickling her skin, “God you look sexy. You are going to make me fat with all this good food.”

“I think you work out enough that you won’t have to worry about it.” (Y/n) laughed.

Nikki kissed her neck and smiled, “I want you to know that you make me happy sweet girl. You are very special to me and I hope I’m making you happy.”

“I’m the happiest I’ve been in a long time.” She told him. But there was something off sometimes. She felt like some days, her meds were working and she was the best fiancee and doggy mom ever, but then there were days where she could barely pull herself out of bed, let alone put a smile on her face. She didn’t know what was wrong with her.

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Nikki pulled up to the Bass house and looked over at (Y/n), “You ok?”

‘Yeah.” She took a deep breath. “Are you sure we can’t just go to Vegas?”

“If you can convince your family to agree to it, i would book a flight this minute,” he smiled at her. They watched as Tommy pulled up with Pamela. (Y/n) took another deep breath.

“Are you ready?” (Y/n) asked.

“As ready as I can be,” Nikki said as he got out of the car and ran around to help (Y/n). “Just squeeze my hand if you need to ok?”

“Okay, I will.” They got out of the car and met up with Tommy and Pamela. Pamela hugged (Y/n).

“Hello you two!” She smiled. “It’s so good to see you.”

“Hi Pamela.” (Y/n) smiled at her, not making eye contact with Tommy. “Ready to go in?”

“Yeah, although I’m not sure what to expect with the aunts,” Nikki smiled nervously.

“They’re fun. Just watch out for Aunt Calliope. She’s a cheek squeezer.” Tommy laughed. (Y/n) rang the doorbell. David answered the door.

“Hey dad.” (Y/n) said, forcing a smile on her face.

“Hey pumpkin,” he said and hugged her tight. “Nikki! Good to see you,” he shook Nikki’s hand and hugged him. “Thomas and Pamela come on in guys.” he hugged each of them and smiled. “Everyone is in the living room.” They made their way in and soon, Calliope, Tahlia, and Erato were all at Nikki.

“Η αδελφή μας είχε δίκιο! Είναι! (Our sister was right! He is handsome!)” Calliope called out, pinching his cheeks.

“ Um… Hi….” He smiled and leaned to (Y/n), “What did she say?”

“That you’re handsome.” (Y/n) laughed.

“Μοιάζει σαν να έχει σκαλισθεί από τους Θεούς! (He looks like he was carved by the Gods!)” Erato laughed, watching him.

“Κορίτσια, κοιτάξτε τον κώλο. (Y/n) τα παίρνει ώριμα! (Girls, look at that ass. (Y/n) picks them ripe!)” Thalia added to it. The aunts all fawned over Nikki, separating him from (Y/n).

“Um… (Y/n)! Help!” Nikki called as they pushed him up against the wall and smiled nervously.

“Hey what about me?” Tommy looked at his aunts and pouted. “I’m here too!”

“Uh oh.” (Y/n) said. “T-Bone, you know what’s going to happen, don’t you?”

“Huh? What? I mean I’m here and they should say hi,” Tommy had no clue.

“Baby pictures…” (Y/n) hissed. Tommy went to find the albums, but his mom and aunts beat him to it. “Shit…”

“Thomas, come sit with me.” Calliope demanded. “And bring your golden bride with you.”

“Yes Tia Calliope,” he grumbled as he led Pamela to the couch as the baby pictures were passed around.

“Nikki, you must look at her.” Voula said, handing Nikki the album. There was a picture of (Y/n). She must have only been about three or four, sitting on the couch with a book in her lap and Tommy sitting on the floor in front of her. He knew she couldn’t read the book, but she was telling him a story anyway and he was listening to her as she went.

“Sweet girl! You look so cute!” Nikki held her close and smiled.

“Mom, why?” (Y/n) groaned. The aunts were all busy showing off pictures to Pamela. Athena came in through the kitchen door.

“Oh, is it baby picture time?” She teased. “This one is my favorite.” She pointed to a picture of the three Bass children on a trip to San Diego. Athena and Tommy were standing in front of the lion enclosure. Tommy had (Y/n) on his shoulders, with a pair of mouse ears on her head.

“You guys look happy,” Nikki pointed out.

“(Y/n) can I talk to you?” Tommy looked at (Y/n). seeing the pictures stirred something in him and he looked at how upset his baby sister looked when she saw them.

“Uh, sure.” (Y/n) said, getting up. Nikki watched her, ready to get up if needed, but (Y/n)’s spot by him was taken over by Thalia. “What is it?” (Y/n) asked when they made it through the kitchen door and stood in the backyard by the pool.

“I’ve been a crummy brother lately and… I know I’m not… look, I just didn’t want you to end up in the music business and be disappointed when you wouldn’t make it. But you are so talented and I was an ass for stealing your notebook when it was personal. Most of what you wrote… sis… have you talked to anyone?”

“I...I don’t know what you’re talking about…” (Y/n) said, looking out over the pool. A stray cat was drinking water from it.

“(Y/n/n)...” he took a breath. “I’m checking myself into rehab, can you promise me you’ll talk to someone… please… Oh and by the time I get out I’m taking Nikki on an awesome Bachelor party.” he tried to lighten the mood. “He loves you and he’s good for you and you’re good for him.”

“I was going to ask you something too. But if Nikki’s already claimed you as a best man…” She smiled at him. “I want you and dad to walk me down the aisle.”

“I would love to short stack,” he said as he pulled her into a big hug. She hugged him back. Athena popped her head out.

“Okay losers, dinners ready. Mom said wash your hands.” Athena told them. Tommy and (Y/n) flipped her off before going in and washing up. They took their seats for dinner. Nikki held (Y/n)’s hand.

“Think we should ask about Vegas?” he whispered.

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna say something.” (Y/n) said, smiling at Nikki. She opened her mouth to say something when Tommy interrupted.

“Okay guys, I have an announcement to make!” Tommy said. (Y/n) looked over at Nikki, who just shrugged. “We just found this out yesterday. Mom, dad, you’re going to be grandparents.” He rested a head on Pamela’s stomach. “Pamela’s pregnant!”

Nikki looked over at (Y/n) and squeezed her hand. He gave her a reassuring smile before looking at Tommy, “Congrats you two.” The aunts all turned their attention to Tommy and Pamela. (Y/n) stood up.

“I’m gonna go grab something from my old room. I’ll be right back.” She said, leading up the stairs. Her parents had let her store stuff in her old room, and had kept it slightly made up just in case she ever needed someplace to go. She shut the door to the room and looked around at everything. She had to breathe. She was letting Nikki down by not giving him kids. She knew it. She sat down on the bed and held her head in her hands.

Athena looked around for (Y/n). Nikki was cornered by the aunts who were asking him about getting (Y/n) pregnant quick. She walked up the stairs and knocked on (Y/n)’s old bedroom door. “(Y/n) it’s Thena.”

“I’m okay. Just looking for something. I’ll be out in a minute.” (Y/n) told her. She started pushing boxes around like she was actually looking. She didn’t want to go out there until she knew for sure that she would be able to keep a smile on her face.

Athena opened the door and walked inside, “you ok?”

“I’m great!” (Y/n) said, giving her a smile. “I’m...great…”

“You can kid Tommy because he’s stupid, but me? No you can’t.” She pulled (Y/n) into a hug. “I know you and Nikki are trying. Have you talked to your therapist recently?”

“I...I actually haven’t been in a few months.” (Y/n) admitted. “I was doing good, so I stopped making appointments.”

“(Y/n/n) that’s not good,” Athena sighed. “You need to call them, make an appointment.”

“I was doing so good ‘Thena. But everyone is having kids and getting married and I was going to say Nikki and I just wanted to go to Vegas and get married and Tommy made his announcement.” She sat down and sighed. “I’m letting Nikki down ‘Thena.”

"Who says you're letting him down?" Athena say with her. "That's all in your head. He loves you and he's happy. If he didn't he wouldn't let Tia Thalia pinch his ass and smile.” she laughed.

"What if he decides he wants a Pamela who can give him kids?" (Y/n) asked.

“(Y/n)?” Nikki called from downstairs.

“Is that what you think? (Y/n) I want you to talk to make an appointment, you can’t think like that.” Athena looked at her sister’s eyes. “What has got you thinking this way?”

Nikki’s footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs. Athena looked to (Y/n) and held her face in her hands. Athena wasn’t sure when her baby sister began to lose her light again but she knew she had to say something.

“I’m going to tell Nikki, he should know…” Athena moved to the door.

"He worries too much and would blame himself. Just keep it between us please."

“But…” Before Athena could argue Nikki knocked on the door.

“Sweet girl are you in here?” Nikki poked his head in and smiled. “Sorry are you guys having sister time?”

"I just came in here to look for something." (Y/n) smiled.

“I’m going to let your fiance talk to you,” Athena walked up to Nikki and smiled. She was tempted to whisper thet (Y/n) needed help but she didn’t want to send her sister over the edge.

"Are you ready to go Nikki?" (Y/n) asked.

“Yeah, are you ok?” Nikki caressed her cheek. “I know Tommy announcing something like that sucks, but I talked to your mom about the wedding…”

"Its ok Nikki." She told him. "Maybe it's a sign to no Vegas?"

“Well I was able to convince your mom to that beach wedding you were talking about,” He smiled and kissed her. “I mean I had to agree to a really huge engagement party but what’s one party your mom throws against an awesome beach wedding?”

“Oh sweetie, you have no idea what you’ve signed us up for.” (Y/n) laughed. “Imagine a Motley Crue concert, but instead of screaming girls and their metalhead boyfriends, it’s a bunch of Greeks.”

Nikki laughed and held her tight, “I love you sweet girl and this is going to happen no matter what. Even if we go to the courthouse to make it official I am marrying you this time.” Nikki held her face in his hands and kissed her. “Think we can get away with a few minutes of hot sex in your old room?”

“They still going after Tommy and Pamela?” (Y/n) asked. “Because if they are, I bet we can.” She kissed him deeply. “Just like old times.”

“They are fussing over her and I was able to get away,” he mumbled against her lips as he pulled her top off her. “I think we’ll be ok.”

“Let me just click the lock into place.” She locked the door, because her luck, Tommy would walk in on them. “How do you want me Mr. Sixx?”

“Want a ride Mrs. Sixx,” he smiled as they both shed their clothes. Nikki was peppering kisses over her body as he led them to the bed.

“I think I like hearing you say that.” She moaned softly. “We just gotta keep quiet, okay?”

Nikki laughed, “think you can do that… Mrs. Sixx,” he whispered against her skin as he sank her down on him. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as she rocked on his cock.

“N-Nikki…” She moaned softly. “F-fuck.”

Nikki brought her mouth to his as he swallowed her moans. He guided her hip on him as she bounced on his lap. She felt amazing on him. It felt even better when they thought about how they could get caught at any minute.

“I...I…” She whispered. He could hit all of the right spots and having her coming undone in minutes flat.

“Cum for me (Y/n),” he said against her lips as he kissed her furiously his hip meeting hers in fast thrusts. She kissed him deeply as she moaned loudly into his mouth, cumming around him. If they had more time, Nikki almost wanted to see how many times he could get her to cum.

“Wanna see if I can make you cum again Mrs. Sixx?” he gave her a devilish smirk before thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

“If you think you can Mr. Sixx.” She moaned into his kiss, loving the feeling of him inside of her.

Nixxi reached between them, his thumb finding her clit as he pressed circles onto it. He wanted to make her cum just one more time before he spilled into her. “Want to feel you again.” She grabbed onto him, moaning as she felt the pressure building up again. She knew she was going to scream if she wasn’t careful. Nikki buried his face into her shoulder as he felt his own pressure build. Her was trying hard not to yell out, but she felt so good.

“When we get home,” (Y/n) panted. “We can be as loud as we want.” She kissed him deeply.

“Fuck yeah,” Nikki murmured against her lips. “I’m close Mrs. Sixx. So close to cumming inside you.” he groaned as he kissed her while thrusting into her, his thumb still circling her clit.

“Cum in me baby.” She whispered as she squeezed his cock, trying to milk everything out of him. “Fill me up.”

Nikki’s thrusts became erratic as he spilled into his he kissed her deeply. When it was all said and done he placed his forehead against hers. “You’ll always be my sweet girl.”

“Promise?” She asked in a soft whisper, almost inaudible.

Nikki gazed into her eyes and smiled, “promise.” She kissed him gently.

“You know, we could climb out the window like you used to when we would fool around up here.” (Y/n) laughed a little.

“That is an idea,” he smiled and kissed her. “It’ll happen,” he whispered. “It might take us some time… but I know it will happen for us.” She was about to say what if it doesn’t. She was about to tell him her fears. But instead, she just smiled and nodded, letting him hold her until Athena knocked on the door.

“Hey you two, mom wants pictures, the aunts are getting ready to sound the horn to get the family all over, and they want to discuss a good date for the engagement party.” Athena told them. “So, stop screwing like rabbits for like five minutes, okay?” (Y/n) blushed.

Nikki chuckled and kissed (Y/n)’s shoulder, “Come on sweet girl, let’s go back to your family.” Nikki helped (Y/n) get dressed and then got dressed himself before opening the door.

(Y/n) kept a smile painted on her face for the rest of the night, feeling Athena’s eyes on her. They set an engagement party date that would work for everyone, and it gave the rest of the family from Greece to get there, as well as all of (Y/n)’s American family. They were told to invite Vince, Vanessa, and Mick, which was a given.

“Is Mick the blond one or the scary, broody one?” Erato asked Tommy and Nikki.

“The broody one,” they echoed and laughed.

“We should go on a ride on our bikes man,” Nikki smiled at Tommy.

“Yeah man, we should.” Tommy smiled. “But, actually, I start rehab in a couple days.”

“Darling niece, is Mick single?” Erato asked while Tommy and Nikki talked.

“Oh my god.” (Y/n) groaned.

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jmeelee · 5 years

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Sterek Bingo 2019 • Theme: Wild Card

Cora’s twenty-first birthday party is in full swing when the vibration of an incoming text jiggles Derek’s right ass cheek. He pulls his phone from the pocket of his too-tight jeans to find a befuddling text: There myst be sumething wrong w my eyes.

Derek’s future does not include being an Alpha, and that’s fine; he’ll happily leave the politics, management, and difficult decision-making to his older sister, Laura. Instead, he’s been training the last few years—learning languages and studying cultures and meeting werewolves all over the world—to become his pack’s liaison. He’s young, but his good name and reputation are already circulating, so he automatically thinks, this must be a young werewolf in need of help. Plus, it’s no secret to the supernatural community that his beta-shifted eyes are blue, instead of gold.

His thumb’s hovering over the touchscreen when a drunk girl bumps into him, her red solo cup full of cheap beer exploding like a water balloon all over the front of his olive-green henley. “Oops,” she slurs, lids drooping over bloodshot blue eyes. She gropes his soaked pectorals with her bare hands.

Derek’s eyebrows berate her before he heads for the staircase. He’s tired of pseudo-babysitting intoxicated college kids anyway.

By the time he’s showered off the stale booze and changed into pajamas, almost an hour has passed. He grabs his phone off the nightstand to finally reply to his cryptic messenger, and finds a new text: i can’t take them off of u.

What the hell? It wasn’t a cry for help at all; it was a lame pick up line. Derek’s mood sours as he imagines Cora egging one of her immature girlfriends into sending him the terrible come-on. The culprit is probably downstairs right now. He swipes over the message, deleting it, and powers off his cell before climbing into bed, pulling a pillow over his head to drown out the noise.

He’s so done with this day.

A week and a half later Derek’s pushing a cart up and down the aisles at the grocery store when his phone chirps. He stares at the flashing number of the unknown contact, wondering why it looks vaguely familiar before he opens the text. Did you invent the airplane? Because you seem Wright for me.

At least there are no typos this time.

He almost deletes the message right away, but the split second he hesitates gives him an excuse to type back. This is clearly Gustave Whitehead erasure and I won’t stand for it.

The return response comes before he can black out his screen. Dude. Are we having our first fight?

Derek doesn’t hesitate this time. Find someone else to annoy.

Rude.

He puts his phone away and staunchly ignores the smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

He’s already in bed, and would never have heard the vibration except for his supernatural hearing. My name’s Microsoft. How about I crash at your place.

Derek blinks the sleep from his eyes enough to type back, I own a Mac.

In the morning, he sees the response. Harsh dude.

You must be a trumpet because you’re making me horny.

Wow. This is your worst one yet.

Is that a challenge, Derek?

NO!

Did it hurt when you fell from the vending machine? Because you a snack!

Please stop.

“Derek, answer that or I’m going to punch you in the face,” Laura threatens between spoonfuls of cookie-dough ice cream. The harsh buzzing of his phone sounds like a jackhammer to their sensitive werewolf ears, and it’s disrupting their movie marathon.

If you were a transformer, you’d be Optimus Fine. Oh lord.

“What’s with the sappy smile, big brother?” Cora coos.

Derek schools his face into a scowl. “Nothing.”

She throws the blanket off her lap and lunges for the phone in his hand. A tussle ensues. Derek is older and stronger, but she’s fast, sneaky and not above fighting dirty, and she grips the phone before he knows what happened. “What the hell is this?” She’s screeching with laughter, holding his cell out so Laura can look. “Who’s sending you lame pick-up lines?”

“Why don’t you tell me?” he gripes. “You put her up to this.”

Cora furrows her brow. “Uh, what?”

“The night of your birthday party, the first pick-up line came through. It was someone at your party. I figured you put her up to it as a joke.”

She checks the number again. “The only person I ever gave your number to was Erica, for official pack business. This isn’t Erica’s number.” She grabs her cell off the coffee table and punches in the digits. “Well, I’ll be damned.” Cora laughs so hard her eyes water.

“Who is she?” Laura asks.

“Not a she.” Cora holds out her phone with a shit-eating grin so Derek and Laura can read her contacts. “It’s Stiles Stilinski.”

Terse silence follows her declaration. Then Derek asks, “Who the fuck is Stiles?”

6 & 7

“Forty-nine, fifty, fifty-one…” Derek counts out his squats in a whisper, monitoring his form in the full-length mirror. He feels his phone vibrate, and the grin reflecting back at him is disgusting. He should be ashamed.

He gently places the weight back on the rack when he completes the set and digs the phone from his mesh shorts.

Is your phone in your back pocket? Because that ass is calling me!

Derek honestly can’t say what possesses him to turn around, open his camera app, and hold the phone over his left shoulder. Perfect timing ur not following me r u? he writes back, attaching a photo of his butt. A dude doing kettlebell lunges across the gym gives him the stink eye.

Stiles answers with a string of peach emojis, which Derek understands, and a single unicorn emoji, which he doesn’t.

I know who you are, btw. Stiles Stilinski, the sheriff's kid? Cora figured it out

Usually, the response comes immediately, but Derek’s walking out to his car before he receives two simultaneous replies.

Well since the cat (be gr8ful i didn’t say pussy) is out of the bag

my mother used to tell me to follow my dreams so… where will you be tonight?

Derek sits behind the wheel, staring at his phone, weighing the pros and cons. He’s never gone on a blind date before, and he’s been burned, badly, in the past. Being single is sometimes lonely, but at least it’s safe. He doesn’t want to put a defenseless, unwitting human in harm’s way. His brain keeps supplying him with a list of perfectly rational reasons why he should leave their playful correspondence in the sandbox of cyberspace, but his heart furtively whispers what if.

8 & 9

There’s a live band at the bar, guitar player crooning a popular rock ballad while Derek nurses a beer for show. He checks his smartwatch for the seventh time in a span of three minutes and happens to catch the message notification as it pops up.

Do you know CPR? You better learn because ur taking my breath away

He spins around, searching for guys on their phones, frustrated to find almost every man in the bar staring at their screen. A baby-faced guy plops down on the open stool next to him as Derek’s eyes scan the crowd.

“Scott bet me I wouldn’t be able to start a conversation with the most beautiful person in the room.” Derek glances back, startled, to find a generous mouth smiling at him. “What should we do with his money?”

His first thought: HOT. His second thought: young. “Tell me you’re twenty-one,” Derek greets him. “Actually, please tell me you’re legal.”

Stiles dramatically crosses his heart, eyes wide. “I only look seventeen, I promise. It’s a blessing and a curse.” He holds out a sturdy but slender, long-fingered hand. “I’m Stiles. It’s nice to officially meet you.”

Derek takes his outstretched hand in a firm grip and swears he feels a zing when their skin makes contact. It’s official; he’s been single too long. “Derek. Let me buy you a drink, and you can tell me how you got my number in the first place.”

Stiles winks as Derek flags the bartender. “A gentleman never reveals his secrets.”

“Gentleman?” Derek, cold, fresh beer in hand, arches a brow. “Based on some of the texts I’ve received, I’m not sure gentleman is the correct term.”

Stiles clinks his drink against Derek’s. “Touché.” He eyes Derek over the lip of his brown bottle. “So, did you lace your pilsner with wolfsbane, or do you enjoy the taste?”

Derek, mid-sip, spits his beer onto the bartop. “What the hell?” he sputters, mopping at the mess with the world’s least absorbent cocktail napkin.

Stiles calmly takes a sip. “Come on, dude. My father’s the sheriff, and this town is literally a supernatural shit-show. If that wasn’t enough, my best friend is Scott McCall.”

“McCall?” Derek leans closer, soggy napkins forgotten, to whisper, “The True Alpha?” Derek’s met Scott at a few local pack gatherings.

“Yup,” Stiles replies. “He was bitten by a rogue werewolf when we were sixteen. So you could say I’ve been a little-” He makes exaggerated air quotes- “involved in the supernatural scene the past few years.”

Derek leans back, accessing Stiles in a new light: deceptively lean physique, handsome, impish face, the ability to make Derek laugh, and take him by surprise. The laundry list of reasons not to do this quickly goes up in smoke in the face of being able to show his true nature to a partner. Stiles smiles like he knows exactly what Derek is thinking.

“So, what do you say? Do I pass the test? Should we give going on an official first date a shot?”

“One condition,” Derek demands, holding up his index finger. “You’re not allowed to use a single pick up line all night.”

Stiles squawks, tossing long arms into the air. “You might as well ask me not to breathe! Or the Mets not to lose!”

“Chicken?” he asks, leaning into Stiles’ space. Derek quirks a brow and lifts his chin, eyes drawn like a magnet to Stiles’ tongue when it sneaks out to wet his lips.

“Hell no. Challenge accepted. Eight pm Saturday night.” An impish grin. “I’m gonna date you so hard, Hale.”

As far as (official) first dates go, it’s pretty damn amazing. The conversation flows as easily as the wine at dinner, and Stiles’ running jokes and commentary during the shitty movie doesn’t bother Derek at all. He’s thrilled to find their easy banter translates to real life, after weeks of electronic flirtation.

“Hey,” Derek whispers as they say good-night at Stiles’ apartment door. He wraps his arms around Stiles’ waist, pulling him close. He brushes a kiss, feather-light, across Stiles’ mouth and smirks. “Are you a magician? Because when I’m with you, everyone else disappears.”

Stiles leans back, arms still locked around Derek’s shoulders. “What the hell, man! You said no pick-up lines!”

Derek tuts. “I said you couldn’t use any. I never made the same promise.”

Stiles’ eyes narrow. “Serious question?”

“Shoot.”

“Will there be a second date?”

A second, a third, and more, if Derek has any say in the matter. “Absolutely.”

Stiles’ grin is slightly manic as he untangles slim fingers from Derek’s hair. “Well then, there’s probably something I should show you.” He holds up a hand in front of Derek’s face and snaps his fingers. A spark of light fizzles to life before his eyes, emanating from Stiles’ palm, and burning ozone singes the fine hairs inside his nose.

“Huh,” Derek replies, dumbly. “I did not see that coming.”

Stiles’ coy smile ignites something hot inside him. “I have some other party tricks I could show you if you want to come in?”

Derek leans forward again, chasing the bright glimmer of magic between them, the one that’s been there the whole time. “Oh, absolutely.”

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For @evanesdust and based on THIS PROMPT by @faladrast

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sebbybooks · 5 years

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Beautiful Sinners (PT4)

Sebastian Stan x Fanfiction

"I don't care how complicated this gets

I still want you."

Ella's

P.O.V

I could close my eyes and still see the fiasco that took place less than six hours ago. Sleep would not come despite how badly I wanted to erase the thought of yesterday. I tossed and turned in my bed feeling my body grow more and more restless. Looking up with only the ceiling to stare at. My memories unfortunately projected onto it for only my eyes to see. To offer me a painful reminder that no matter hard I try I can't escape the people from my past. For nearly ten years my new life has been somewhat tolerable until that one phone call from my mother and it wasn’t even my number that she dialed.

Whatever my best friend Matt talked about on the phone with her managed to sour his mood even more. I could only guess what the topic of conversation was about, Sky Porter. She was a fire starter and I don't mean that just metaphorically. I didn’t even want to find out what my little sister had done this time. It was always going to be a next time and in truth I was still very much still angry over what she let me take the blame for. I've felt like a runaway ever since because of Skylar's lie. I hid in my room till Matt was sound asleep. I knew he was waiting up so we could talk about it. I wasn’t in the mood and frankly my head was elsewhere. Of all the things I had to worry about my mind only wanted to focus on one person. Sebastian should have been the furthest thing from my thoughts right now.

To which in my case was a blessing and a curse. From the time that I’ve known him he tried to help me forget about my not worthy ex boyfriend Nate. He helped my regain my confidence to even stay here. Sebastian undoubtedly made me feel things I’m even not suppose to feel. And now he’s making me sound like terribly written poetry. The tiny little seed was already planted, and I was trying really fucking hard to not let these feelings for him grow. I couldn’t let them because that would only make me like her. Mary Blackwood an I are polar opposites and that’s exactly how I want it to stay. Even saying her name in my head put a horrible taste in my mouth. Plus the immense amount of sugar I’ve been consuming would also do the trick. I was laying in a bed of chocolate wrappers and sweets that wasn't to be eaten for another two weeks. I was getting ready to put a reminder in my phone to replace Greta's stash when my phone buzzed loudly on my nightstand causing my heart to thump rapidly in my chest. I rolled over on my side following the only illuminated light in my pitch black room.Sebastian’s name flashed across my lock screen. Even in the dark I’m pretty sure someone could see the slow grin that appeared on my face.

3:13 a.m Sebastian: Did you know honey bees communicate through a series of dances?

3:13 a.m Sebastian: Wikipedia says it’s called the waggle dance

3:15 a.m Ella: how fascinating...

3:16 a.m Sebastian: It's a useless fact but hey you never know when someone will ask you that

3:17 a.m Ella: Exactly its always good to bee prepared

3:19 a.m Sebastian: I see what you did there

3:20 a.m Sebastian: Did I wake you?

3:22 a.m Ella: no. Why are you still up?

3:22 a.m Sebastian: couldn't sleep

3:26 a.m Ella: maybe something is in the air

3:31 a.m Sebastian: maybe

3:31 a.m Sebastian: Ella?

3:32 a.m Ella: yeah?

3:33 a.m Sebastian: seeing you again tonight. . . . I could've sworn you came from a dream.. I just thought you should know that

I turned my phone on its face clutching it tightly to my chest. What the hell was he doing? I read his message six times before I settled on it being a hint of causal flirting. Then I quickly realized I was being delusional, because the last time someone flirted with me a few years later he cheated on me. If it was then I on the other hand could not reciprocate. My ego however was doing somersaults over the simple fact that Sebastian liked the dress.

3:36 a.m Sebastian: it's ok you can admit I looked pretty sexy I won't hold it against you

3:36 a.m Ella: .....

3:37 a.m Sebastian: what the hell does that mean

3:38 a.m Ella: it means we can't say things like that to each other

3:38 a.m Sebastian: Friends can't compliment each other?

3:39 a.m Ella: is that all you were doing?

3:39 a.m Sebastian: ......

3:41 a.m Ella: You can’t say stuff like that to me Sebastian.

3:43 a.m Sebastian: don’t be mad at me Ella. You are the last person that I want mad at me right now

3:44 a.m Ella: I’m not mad....just don’t ruin the dynamic between us. It’s good and I like you!

3:45 a.m Sebastian: you like me??

3:45 a.m Ella: AS A FRIEND! I like you as a FRIEND!

3:46 a.m Ella: gosh You really know how to get under my skin

3:47 a.m Sebastian: Believe me it’s the other way around

3:48 a.m Ella: Are you saying I annoy you?

3:49 a.m Sebastian: the difference between you and I is that I want you underneath.

3:49 a.m Ella: Goodnight Sebastian!!!

3:50 a.m Sebastian: I kinda need your help with something first

3:50 a.m Ella: What is it?

3:51 a.m Sebastian: Your doorman is probably ten seconds away from calling the cops on me cause I’m pretty sure he thinks I’m drunk off my ass and scoping out the place

3:52 a.m Ella: Where the hell are you??

3:53 a.m Sebastian: I’m outside of your apartment

I jolted upward from my position in my bed. The feeling in my chest tightened as if I was startled by a ghost. He can not be here. What on earth was I suppose to do? I asked to no one. I turned my body so that my feet could touch the cold wooden floorboard contemplating my next move. In an alternate reality I would rush through that door to see if he was really out there. I would let myself feel the butterflies rushing around in my stomach, reminding me that it was okay to be excited and happy. What happened in my grandparents barn house ten years ago would've just been a bad nightmare that I dreamt and Nate would be a stranger I'd happily know nothing about. Sebastian could be someone that I was allowed to have. The further I thought about the what ifs the more I realized I was living in the present. My actual reality consisted solely of regret, but with Sebastian maybe it could be different?

This tortuous mind fuck was not at all fair to me. Sebastian if he knew it or not was putting me in a difficult situation. The second I left my room I'd be stooping to Mary and Nate's level. I was confused ,frustrated and seconds away from eating Greta's stash of Halloween candy for the trick or treaters. I let out a loud sigh that sounded like a groan more than anything. As I stood up searching for some shoes to put on, I tossed my phone onto my bed. I heard the notification chime again, thinking it was Sebastian needing me I left out of my room. When I closed the door to the apartment I told myself at this point what else was there that I could possibly lose?

Spoiler alert. Everything.

3:56 a.m Nate: Look I know you won’t see this until you’re getting ready for work, but do you think we can meet for coffee? I think we need to talk

Sebastian

P.O.V

I am desperate.

I felt so lost and yet there I was sitting on her doorsteps. I just couldn't seem to let the night end. I reached down for the bottled of liquor beside me on the step that I had swiped off of the counter as I was ushered out by Ella's roommate Matt. That creepy prick couldn't wipe that shit eating grin off of his face at the sight of me leaving. I needed to tell Ella about what I had saw earlier. Hell there was a list of things that I wanted Ella to know, but what would she think of me if she found out the shit I had been hiding. She would want nothing to do with me. I didn't want to even think about that because despite only knowing her for a short amount of time I just couldn't give her up yet. I wanted more time with Ella. Taking a heavy swig of the cheap tasting booze, I downed it like it was best damn wine I'd ever tasted it. I didn't think twice about taking it. I just wanted something to help me feel everything then nothing at all. Fuck. Even in my head I don't make sense.

I looked at my phone again to see if I had a new text from Ella. The way it was looking she clearly left me on read. I don't blame her for it I just told her I wanted her under me, then proceeded to tell her I'm outside her apartment. Lately I have turned into such a mess and I can't seem to get my life back on track. Especially when I'm not even the one calling the shots. Being blackmailed by Mary's father will do that to a guy.

"Sir for the last time you need to leave the premises or I will have to involve the authorities." Taking two steps at a time I walked closer to the glass entrance where a man dressed head to toe in a ugly gray and red uniform with a hat to match guarded the front of the building.

"Like I told you several times before my friend Ella lives here. She will be down any minute." I said, buying myself more time.The air was beginning to grow frostier and my breath was coming out in a thick fog.

"There is no one here by that name son. This is a private property so why don't you take your entitlement and intoxication back to East Village." Passing his judgement he doesn't look up from his phone, evidently grown tired of me already and ready to call the cops. I retreated from my stance finally accepting that Ella wasn’t going to show. Maybe it was better that way. I needed to leave her out of my drama anyway.

“Sebastian!” When I heard heard my name coming from her mouth my heart actually stopped beating for a second. I was already on the sidewalk when I turned back around to see Ella standing by the doorman in nothing but her pajamas and a frantic expression on her face. My eyes followed the curve of her face memorizing it just like I did the first time I stumbled into the backseat of her cab. Perfection was what I saw every time I looked at her. Ella's gorgeous curly dark brown nearly looked black underneath the bleak lighting. She looked more surprised than pissed off. I take it as good sign for now. Besides I was more distracted by what she wore to bed.

Ella's matching set of very short green silk pajama was doing something to me. It took all of my willpower and then some to not stare at the shape of the nipple ring underneath her top. It felt wrong to wish I was an article of clothing that got to touch her skin. It felt wrong wanting to know what her plump lips tasted like. It felt wrong chipping away the promise I made to help my friend. I needed a night off from being myself. An I hoped like hell I was saying this all in my head.

“Do you know this man miss?” He directed his question to Ella, but I sensed the distaste in his voice. His eyes flit between and Ella, then back to me. I open my mouth to say something, before I get the chance to Ella steps around him assessing me probably already spotting the bottle of wine dangling from my grasp. She stared into my eyes for the longest time and it felt like the two of us was sharing a private conversation despite there being no words exchanged. The warning signs going off in each of our heads were loud and forewarning. Thank God she wasn't listening.

Her voice sounding so unsure. "I'm afraid I do".

I took long strides bypassing the uptight doorman. With the rim of the bottle swinging between my fingers I lunge it into his arms. A dick move I know. Tonight I was so far gone I didn't know what I was doing. I think the best part was that I didn't even care. I could tell she was trying to control her breathing by the way her chest would rise and fall in a rhythmic pattern. If only she knew I was the one nervous around her or maybe a little drunk because my coordination was starting to falter. I almost stumbled backwards and missed a step.

Ella reached forward grabbing onto my shirt, all night this was the closest I got to her. Her body shuddered against mine. Titling my head up just enough Ella's mouth nearly grazes mine and I bask in the feeling of her touch. For a second we wade in this feeling of now or never. "We should get you inside." Ella says in a hush tone. A small white cloud came from her mouth as evidence the temperature was dropping.

"That sounds ideal." I take in a sharp breath revealing in the fact that Ella hasn't released her hold on me yet.

"Sam would you mind holding the door for us?" So the rude bastard has a name.

"Really?" Ella gave me a disapproving glare and I just laugh to myself for actually having said that out loud. Her grasp on me is firm and I'm conscience enough to not lean all of my weight onto her as she helps guide me into the building. I know I shouldn't go inside with her. I don't need to disrupt her life anymore that than my fucked up problems will probably do on its own.

"Watch your step." Ella's voice was so damn beautiful and calming. Two sisters whether they knew it or not had me torn between a sacrifice and my salvation. I just hope Skylar could forgive me for whatever happens next. {To be continued.}

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allthe-queens-men · 5 years

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Day Three - Wedding

Joanna and Rog are getting married!

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How They Met

· The two meet when Rog is interested in getting Joanna to audition for her band. Rog is working as a cosmetologist and running a fashion boutique with best friend Melina. Jo does contracted electronics repairs, and makes a fairly good living doing so. Jo isn’t impressed with the band at first, but she does like the girls in the band, so she decides to give it a shot and make a hobby of it.

· She never imagined it’d become as big as it does, or that she’d fall in love along the way. (Rog, for her part, at least knew the former would happen.)

The Engagement

· Jo is the first to broach the subject of marriage. Rog thinks she’s joking at first, and makes the mistake of laughing. But when she realizes her girlfriend really does want this, she apologizes and takes it into consideration.

· It was never that Rog didn’t want to be with Jo for the rest of her life –she does. But she’s never been too fond of the institution of marriage (she doesn’t exactly have good examples to draw on), so it was never something she believed they needed.

· But Jo really wants it. And Rog is instinctively indifferent to the idea, and wants so much to make Jo happy in any way she can.

· And she loves to throw big parties.

· So she says ‘yes, let’s get married!’ And Jo is so happy she could cry (which she does).

· But then Rog feels a little bad that it wasn’t some Big Romantic Gesture, and starts to make a plan to really blow her girlfriend (fiancée?) away!

· Mel and Brianna are out doing “Love of My Life,” and as it draws to the end of the song Jo and Rog come back out into the shadows. All like normal so far. But then the lights come up toward the very end of the song, and Jo’s wondering like, ‘did they forget the cue or..?’

· And then Rog comes down from the riser with a little box in her hand, and Mel hands her the mic. Jo is staring at her in shock, and everyone in the crowd is confused but also super excited to see what’s going on!

· “I’ve never been one for subtlety, and a love this big deserves an equally big gesture.”

· And she drops to one knee with the biggest smile on her face and Jo’s covering her mouth in shock and the audience goes wild!! And Rog puts the ring on her fiancée’s finger and they hug tight.

· Mel grabs the mic back and teasingly begs them to get a room, and less than a minute later they’re back on track with the show, all happier than ever.

Date

· The wedding is scheduled for April 27th, giving the couple approximately nine months to plan their wedding between studio sessions and interviews and press releases. Rog is stressed out by the process but takes it in stride, only really losing her temper twice during the process. Jo actually finds it very relaxing! She likes organization and details and budgets.

Style

· They have a fairytale princess theme. (Not Disney, more ethereal and fantastical). Appropriate for two members of a band called King, but they both insist it’s a coincidence!

· It’s really a fairytale ending for them. Jo grew up in a very conservative household, and only very few in her family are open-minded enough that she even dares to invite them to the wedding. She never thought she’d be able to happily marry the woman of her dreams, but that day is coming, soon, and she’s so incredibly excited.

· The color scheme is white and pink with gold accents. Very light and regal.

Venue

· They get married at a castle, as any princesses should! The reception is held under a tent on the estate lawn.

Guest List

· The guests are mostly friends, new and old. They do have some family coming, too, but they’re both much happier sharing this day with friends that love and support them than family that doesn’t.

· In total the headcount comes to about 50 for the ceremony and 200 for the reception.

Wedding Party

· The wedding party consists only of their sisters, Melina, and Brianna. Melina is Rog’s maid of honor and Brianna is Jo’s, but Mel is by far most involved in the planning process with them.

Photography & Videography

· It’s very important to them that the wedding photos and videos capture their incredible joy and love for each other. They go for a photographer whose style is very light and airy, almost fairy-like.

· They make a list of all the important moments they want their photographer and videographer to capture. It’s a long list.

DJ & Band

· They have a DJ for the ceremony audio and most of the reception. But they’re in the music industry, and are friends with some big names in the industry, so they call in a few favors to have some great live entertainment.

· They’re very serious about only having love songs and fun songs play –no breakup, heartbreak, or other sad songs. Rog is firmly of the belief that those songs have no place at a wedding, “at least not a happy one.”

· Mel and Brianna go up on stage to sing “You’re My Best Friend.”

Flowers

· Lots of pink and white peonies, mixed with some dark greenery. Jo carries a bouquet; Rog wears a matching flower in her hair.

Dinner, Drinks, & Desserts

· They want to have a wide range of food options for all tastes and dietary needs, and they have enough space to have stations spread out around the dining area. Jo goes for steak and potatoes; Rog beelines for the hibachi grill.

· They splurge on booze, but neither of them plan to get very drunk that night. They want to be sure to remember it all.

· Rog has a sweet tooth, so dessert is very important. Instead of a big wedding cake, they opt for a diverse dessert table, just getting a cute little cake for the sake of cutting (they both really want to shove it in the other’s face.)

Dresses & Other Attire

· They try to match their dresses fairly well, even though they’re going for very different silhouettes –and not seeing each other in their dresses for their wedding days. It requires a lot of coordination between Mel and Brianna to figure out whether their choices will work well together without letting on to Rog or Jo what the other might be wearing. It’s an exhausting arrangement but well worth it.

· Thin and tall Jo decides on a column shape, letting the satin flow from her shoulders down to the floor. It’s very simple but she feels so pretty and elegant, and after trying out several other styles she’s quite certain this is the one for her. It takes some alterations, but by the big day it fits her perfectly and she cries when she sees herself.

· She wears simple white Mary-Jane shoes, and a silver chain choker.

· Rog, to fit the princess theme, goes for an A-line ball gown. It brings all the attention to her and she kind of loves that. It’s also satin with lace trim, and a layer of tulle over her large skirt. It’s one of the first dresses she tried on –Mel found it and knew she would absolutely love it, which she did. Even though she tries on other gowns, it she remains fairly sure she’ll go back to that one, which of course she does.

· Rog wears silver and shear T-strap heels, a diamond choker and matching bracelets.

· The rings are identical silver bands with shimmering opal insets, and “Always & Forever” inscribed on the insides.

Hair & Makeup

· Rog wears her hair in a half-updo. Jo wears hers down. Both of their makeup is elegant and just dramatic enough to show up on camera, Jo’s a bit more natural than Rog’s.

Gift Registry

· Because they don’t need anything, and have more than enough to buy anything they could want, they decide instead to ask guests to donate to one (or all) of their selected favorite charities in place of bringing a gift.

Bridesmaid Attire

· The bridesmaid dresses are rose gold silk. Of course, Mel picked them out. The styles are flat silhouettes but cut is up to the woman’s preferences.

Bachelorette Party

· They have a joint bachelorette party with their bridal party and a few other friends. They go to New York City for a long weekend and just have a crazy time together, shopping and bar-hopping and clubbing in all the best places in the city.

· They’re very glad they did this a week before the wedding, though, because everyone is so horribly hungover half the weekend.

Vows

· R: “I never wanted to get married, and then I met you. You’ve brought such joy and light to my life that I can’t imagine ever giving you up, and so –maybe it was selfish of me— but I knew early on I had to have you forever. You make me want to be the best version of myself just so I can pretend I deserve someone as kind and brave and clever as you. I will cherish you forever and ever. Thank you for wanting to be my wife. I love you.”

· J: “I’ve been dreaming of my wedding day since I was seven years old. It took almost ten more years to realize I didn’t want to marry a man, but another woman, and my fantasy was dashed to pieces. For many years I accepted that it would just never be true –that I would never get to celebrate my love with the woman of my dreams, and decided that maybe I could be happy without ever finding love like I dreamed of. But then I found the greatest love when I wasn’t looking, in a college dive bar. Fate was good to me that day, and I haven’t ever taken it for granted. You’re an incredible woman. You make me feel loved, you make me laugh, and you make me want to be the best that I can be. I’m rambling now because I love you more than words could ever say. So I’ll leave it at this: I love you, Rog. I will love you and care for you and stand by your side from now until the end of time, and am so blessed to receive your love in return.”

Honeymoon

· Rog surprises Jo on their wedding night with lacy white lingerie under her gown.

· They go to Fiji for their honeymoon and have an amazing time. They have the rest of their lives together, and things couldn’t be more perfect.

#headcanons #dealor #jogerweek2019 #kingau

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marvelousmatt · 5 years

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Toast star Matt Berry: 'Nobody wants to hear about my psychic wound'

Stuart Jeffries

The comedy actor with the fruity voice has ditched the electric sex pants and taken up sleuthing – in a filthy Victorian version of The Sweeney. And he’s planning another Toast

When Matt Berry was a little boy growing up in Bedford, his parents left an organ in his bedroom one night. Not a severed ear or a still-beating heart, but the kind with a keyboard. “They never said anything,” says Berry. “There was no explanation, no lessons, just me and the organ.”

In short order, he had mastered the keyboard, then the guitar, and soon his big goal as a teenager was to emulate multi-instrumentalist Mike Oldfield. “I read that he was 17 when he made Tubular Bells. I thought, ‘I’m 14 – better get a move on.’ That’s what led me to buy a secondhand bass guitar and a four-track recorder.”

This isn’t what I expected at all, the revelations of a self-taught polymath. I’d hoped to conduct this interview from two open-top sightseeing buses. Berry would be on one and I’d shout questions through a megaphone from the other. This would have been a reprise of the bus-off between his most famous creation, the eponymous thespian lothario from TV comedy Toast of London, and that character’s turtle-necked nemesis, Ray Purchase. “Everyone in London knows your wife’s a prostitute,” shouted Toast . “You take that back, Toast,” retorted Purchase.

Instead, we’re reclining on a leather sofa in a Soho club. Berry is sipping Diet Coke. Again, this is intolerable. The 45-year-old should be importuning waitresses, channelling the role of Douglas Renholm, the lecherous boss he played in The IT Crowd, running about shouting: “God damn these electric sex pants!” Or he could even be drinking the bar dry, like his latest TV incarnation: mutton-chopped, one-eyebrowed, foul-mouthed Victorian detective, Rabbit.

But, no, Berry’s detailing his teenage recording techniques in a hushed voice. He is amiable but, and there’s no easy way to say this, shy and sartorially uninteresting. Yet I’m grateful for the organ story since it gives a rare insight into Berry’s past. He scarcely mentions his upbringing or private life in interviews. “I’m a clown,” he says. “That’s what everybody wants me to be. Nobody wants to hear about my ‘psychic wound’. Nobody wants me to be their life coach.”

What nonsense. Matt Berry Was My Life Coach – what a movie that would be. But he has a point. If we knew the dreary truth about Berry, that would ruin the fantasy. We want to imagine him as Toast, flatsharing with a similarly bitter thesp. As for psychic wounds, well, we inch closer to one when Berry tells me about his first day at Nottingham Trent University. It was there he studied contemporary art and dreamed of becoming a painter.

“A lecturer stood up and said, ‘Here are six paintings. Which is the odd one out?’ Then he pointed to one and said, ‘It’s this one. Because it’s the last painting I ever did.’ I admired him for saying that. It was an epiphany for me. I realised I didn’t want to make the mistake of getting a proper job. I wanted to do art for ever.”

It didn’t quite work out that way. After graduating, he made for London and slipped into miserable positions in telesales before landing a job at the London Dungeon. He was paid £178 a week to play a judge in the morning and Jack the Ripper in the afternoon. “It wasn’t Rada, but you learned how to get the story right and not to fluff your lines.”

Then, in around 1999, he met Noel Fielding. Like Berry, the Bake-Off host and funnyman has art chops and no formal training in acting. They clicked and Fielding invited Berry to perform some songs at Islington’s Hen and Chickens pub. “I was doing serial-killer confessionals in song: ‘This is where they bodies are buried!’ I thought they were funny.”

On the same bill were Richard Ayoade and Matthew Holness, who persuaded Berry to star in their parody of 80s horror TV, Garth Marenghi’s Darkplace. Full of dodgy acting, choppy editing and flawed storylines, all of them deliberate, the show aired on Channel 4 in 2004, giving us the first taste of the rich, fruity voice that has become Berry’s trademark.

Since then, he hasn’t stopped. He paints, acts and has released six studio albums, even writing – with Ayoade – a satirical rock opera called AD/BC. Music, he says, is the most important outlet for his creativity. “I dream about music, never comedy.” How? “Well, I dream of guitars – different kinds of guitar.”

Earlier this year, Berry starred as Michael Squeamish, a know-nothing TV hack, in a mockumentary called The Road to Brexit, co-written with longtime collaborator Arthur Mathews. “I thought it was funny, a breathing space from the madness.” Did researching it change the way you vote? He laughs, by way of an answer. “I don’t want to say.” Why? “Because I don’t want to be anybody’s life coach.” Again with the life coach.

And now there’s Year of the Rabbit, a Channel 4 show starting next week in which Berry plays a liver-ruining detective battling Victorian London’s parade of nonces, ponces, top-hatted tossers, pre-pubescent narks and post-menopausal booze slingers. Rabbit (his sister is called Weasel, his brother Leopard) is a swearing virtuoso. Legend has it, I tell Berry, that sellers at London’s Billingsgate market could swear 20 minutes straight without repetition. We have lost that art: now swearing is reduced to Gordon Ramsay effing and jeffing on autopilot on Kitchen Nightmares.

“That verbal creativity is what I like about Rabbit” says Berry. “There’s a lot of my dad in the role. He has that dry deprecatory wit. If I was going to do something stupid, he’d say, ‘Oh, going to do that, are you?’ I wanted to capture that British deflationary way of speaking.”

Rabbit is assisted by rookie Wilbur Strauss, a Cambridge criminology graduate played by Freddie Fox, and his adoptive daughter Mabel Wisbech, portrayed by the droll Susan Wokoma, who is striving to break Victorian policing’s glass ceiling. Together this threesome fight a losing battle against crime. “It’s the Victorian Sweeney,” says Berry. How would he know? Berry for many years didn’t have a TV. “Well, I was too young to watch The Sweeney when it was first on, but I caught up with it fairly recently. I’ve become quite obsessed.”

Berry wants Year of the Rabbit to echo Only Fools and Horses, John Sullivan’s classic London sitcom, in one respect. “It has a working-class warmth that you don’t often see convincingly elsewhere. I got it from my dad and my grandmother – that warmth and fondness coming through in sarcasm.

“In Year of the Rabbit, I wanted to get the rookie-cop-and-old-hand cliche done and dusted fast. We’ve seen that a million times. What I wanted to get to was the sense of the three of them looking out for each other – even as they rip the crap out of each other.”

One lovely moment has Rabbit explaining his beat. “This city is a rat eating its own babies, babies made of shit, and once it eats its own shit babies, it shits them out again, and then it noshes them, and that goes on and on until the sun turns cold and the sea goes back into the sky.” Which is of course exactly the sort of briefing Met boss Cressida Dick wishes she could make.

Year of the Rabbit could be the unexpected comedy delight of 2019. Equally welcome news is the fact that Berry is planning a fourth series of Toast of London. He’s just not sure when he’ll have time to write it. For three and a half months a year, he’s now contracted to live and work in the US, filming What We Do In the Shadows, the comedy horror series about four vampires rooming together in New York.

Why play Toast again? “Because he’s the anti-me. I wrote him because I met so many actors who are utterly vicious about other actors – always frustrated, bitter and cynical. I’m not. I’m doing all the things I ever wanted. More than I ever imagined. I never dreamed of being a comedian. I never imagined I’d be a clown. There aren’t enough hours in the day. But otherwise I’m living the life I wanted.”

What about doing voices for ads? Surely they’ve made you rich but not creatively fulfilled? He laughs. “I’m amazed I still get the work.” Why? “I thought I’d satirised the job into oblivion as Toast. But that only made them want me more. Weird.”

• Year of the Rabbit begins on Channel 4 on 10 June.

#Matt Berry #year of the rabbit #toast of london

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