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ybangtannies · 3 years

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Hiiii I am new t the whole requesting thing so first for everything 🥰 So, here it goes A scenario for yandere namjoon where there’s lawyer y/n who’s hardworking and mature x businessman namjoon who is corrupt in his business ways 👉👈 I dunno if this is okay 🤡

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“I don’t get it, why don’t we just throw them off and stop having them as our clients? This could end so bad for us, the whole law firm could be affected by their- his antics.”

“We have already talked about this,” your friend sighed not sparing you a look, eyes focused on her phone, “yes, it’s a well-known secret that Mr. Kim’s business is corrupt, and he surely doesn’t make the most legal negotiations but,” now she did look at you, her brown eyes showing the tiredness of having to have this conversation with you, again, “we don’t really have the liberty of saying no to him. A lot of tabloids would be up in no time if we decided to stop representing them which would lead to him surely making declarations against us and that wouldn’t surely end up being beneficial for us. We’re already a small firm, Mr. Kim being our client is a huge deal, most of our - including yours- income comes from his business.”

You sighed, about to reply that yes, you understand her point but maybe if you made public those documents that prove his corrupt ways, the whole scene could be different for the firm and you’d be able to turn the tables, but she beat you and added, “plus, he’s a whole snack, girl, why are you even complaining?”

Not even bothering to answer, you rolled your eyes and let out a groan, taking your cup of coffee and going back to your office. On your way there, you saw your boss, “Good morning, y/n,” he said with a smile, “please remember that Mr. Kim is coming later to discuss some things with you.”

The smile you previously had on your face faltered a little, surely you decided it was better to erase that from your mind and was hoping -in vain- that another thing would have come up so Namjoon couldn’t make it to the meeting. “Of course, Mr. Min, I already have prepared the files he asked me about and possible solutions.”

“Good, it’s wonderful to see how hard you work, y/n. Keep it like that, and you’ll make it big.” With that and another polite smile, Mr. Min walked away from you.

You sighed heavily and finally arrived at your office. It seems that these days the only thing you do is sigh and feel frustrated. Of course, you knew that being a lawyer in a firm meant that you won’t always be working for people you like but you didn’t think that it would entail working with a corrupt businessman without any chance of exposing him or just putting a halt to your contract with him. You knew the risks of doing that, of course, and that it would most likely mean you being fired alongside all your co-workers and put on a blacklist for all the other law firms to know that you weren’t trustworthy. However, that didn’t shake the guiltiness and rage you felt when thinking about how hard you have worked all your life to get where you are now just to risk it all for an asshole that was incompetent enough to do dangerous deals with people he shouldn’t.

You were wrong, though, Namjoon wasn’t an incompetent, quite the contrary actually. He was a very clever man indeed, knowing that having a law firm by his side would most likely help him cover his back in case something was to happen, especially if said firm is small and he is the main source of income.

“Mr. Kim is here” said the receptionist through the phone.

“Okay, send him up here.”

You collected your thoughts and breathed deep, praying you won’t snap at him like it had happened some other times before. It wasn’t just that you didn’t like the way he was managing his company but his personality and overall aura… you didn’t like it, not one bit. No matter how handsome and attractive he was.

A knock was heard in your office, followed by a voice “It’s Kim Namjoon, Mrs. y/s, may I come in?”

You arched your brow looking at him through the glass windows your office had, seeing his dimples showing because of the smile he had on his face.

“You may, Mr. Kim” you spoke in a monotonous voice, focusing again on the screen of your computer.

Namjoon’s smile turned to be more amused seeing your reaction, the one as always: trying your best not to look at him. He opened the door and walked in, closing it after him and taking a seat in a chair in front of your desk, not waiting for you to ask him to do it. You probably wouldn’t, anyways.

Of course, he knew the animosity you felt towards him and while at first that made him a little miserable and he almost lost his mind, with time he started finding it more amusing than anything and viewed it as a challenge to finally get on your good side. Naturally, the desire of taking you with him to keep you in his house was always at the back of his mind and he knew that sooner or later he would have to resort to that if he wanted you to be finally his, which of course he did. Until that moment, though, he would enjoy you being feisty towards him, it was amusing and kind of endearing seeing you struggling and fighting against yourself to not give in.

“How are you feeling on this beautiful day, Mrs. y/s?” Namjoon asked with a grin, if you didn’t know better, you’d think he’s actually interested in your answer.

He’s so hot, y/n! And the fact that he’s going against the law and with your help at that, only succeeds at making the situation even hotter.

That’s the message your friend sent you merely minutes ago, probably when she saw Namjoon was on his way to your office. Message you, of course, decided to ignore.

“It’s been good so far but I’m afraid that a big black cloud has just appeared to ruin it” you answered with a fake smile and felt pride at seeing how his smile faltered. You almost felt bad if it wasn’t for the fact that he was a criminal.

Namjoon cleared his throat, clearly ready to say one of the numerous flirty lines he’s been trying to use on you since the very beginning, but you were faster than him and asked about what it was that he needed help with this time.

“Ah, you see, there’s this huge deal I’m about to sign in two days so I thought that it would be a good idea for us both to go through the contract together and also, I wanted you to redact a confidential agreement.” You hated the way in which he said it, like if everything were okay, as if it was just a normal deal and there was nothing fishy about it. You also hated knowing that he could very much do this with his own men -it wouldn’t be the first time- but still decided to come here to torment you.

That was how time passed: you both going through the contract, making sure everything was in order -or as in order as it could considering there were definitely some fishy things that needed to be disguised or be described in a very vaguely-, you trying to dodge every attempt from Namjoon part at flirting with you and him finding it both amusing and adorable.

You danced in your interior once everything was done and it was finally time for him to leave, looking into your watch you realised it was almost time for you to go home as well and mentally sighed in relief. You got over another day.

“If that was all, Mr. Kim, you’re free to go now,” you said with a tired smile that Namjoon noticed didn’t reach your eyes. He so desperately wanted to make you smile for real, be the one on the receiving end of the cheerfulness he knew you had in you; he’d make sure he was the only one getting it one day. “I’ll send you the confidential agreement tomorrow before lunchtime so you can go through it in case there is something else that needs to be changed for the day of the signing.”

“Just one more thing, miss” he said, getting up from the chair he occupied for almost two hours in your office, “I think it’ll be better if you came to me with the agreement in person instead of just sending it to me.” Namjoon saw the protest and confusion on your face and before you could give him a negative, he talked again “there had been several attempts these past few weeks at hacking my accounts as well as the one of my other employers so I’d prefer it if the agreement could me better in my hands rather than on my email. We’re working on it, but until I’m sure there would be no possibility for a cyber-attack...an ounce of prevention is better than a pound of cure”

As much as you wanted to say, ‘fuck no, not in a million years I’m going to see you more than was needed’, you obviously couldn’t, and there was no good reason for you to deny his request.

“Sure, I understand it. I’ll be there tomorrow.” Your answer came more tense than you wanted to, but you wanted Namjoon to know of your discomfort at the premise of having to spend more time with him.

“I’ll send a car for you, darling, there’s no need for you to go anywhere.”

With that and a wink, Namjoon abandoned your office, leaving you there hanging, you wanted to refute that there is no need for him to send a car for you, that you can very happily go on your own and have a car that works very well but, of course, he always has to have the last words. You rolled your eyes and groaned, touching the bridge of your nose. Tomorrow was going to be a very long day.

As Namjoon said, a car was sent your way to the law firm you worked at to take you to his office, or at least that was where you supposed you were going to meet him. But upon seeing the car taking a completely different direction from where it should go, your uneasiness started growing.

“Excuse me,” you called for the attention of the chauffeur, “aren’t we going to Mr. Kim’s office?”

“No, Ms. y/s, I was told to take you to Mr. Kim’s place of residence.”

That fucker, you muttered under your breath. Once you arrived, you couldn’t help but gawk at Namjoon’s place of residence. You were expecting it to be huge and over the top, that’s the kind of house that Namjoon required to have considering the way he carried himself, but this was something else. A whole family could live here, and they wouldn’t even have to see each other if they didn’t want to -and you were referring to a family of grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, parents, and kids.

The chauffeur opened the door of the car for you and was the one leading the way into Namjoon’s mansion as well. The interior was even more dazzling if that was possible: it was decorated in a minimalistic and modern way but there was a hint of old fashioned in some of the furniture. It was exquisite. You were guided all through the mansion until you arrived at the front of two huge mahogany doors, the chauffeur -you felt bad you didn’t ask for his name, he seemed nice- knocked on one of them and from the other side you could hear Namjoon’s voice ordering whoever was at the other side to come in, immediately he opened the door and made you a gesture with his hands for you to go in. You nodded your head and muttered a ‘thank you’ before entering the room. The door closed right behind you.

Namjoon looked up from his computer and a smile quickly found its way to his face upon seeing you right there in the middle of his office. He got up from his chair and moved around his massive table. “Y/n, it’s a pleasure to see you, please come and take a seat,” you did as tell and came near him, smiling slightly when Namjoon moved the chair so you could sit, “I apologize for the inconvenience I may have caused you with coming all the way here, some problems came up this morning and I wasn’t able to make it to my building.”

“Is everything okay, Mr. Kim?” You asked more out of courtesy than because you were actually concerned or interested in what his answer would be.

“Nothing you have to worry about, darling,” the paternalistic tone he used made you almost roll your eyes even if you were secretly grateful, he didn’t bother you with the problems of his corrupt business, “since it’s almost lunchtime, I asked my service to bring us the meal here later so we can eat together.”

“There was no need for that, Mr. Kim, I won’t be here much, you’re just required to go through the agreement and then I’ll be on my way to work again.”

Namjoon only hummed and went back to his chair in front of you. Without any further distractions you both proceeded to went through the document and, right as you stated, it didn’t take much time and since Namjoon didn’t really have any objections, you wrapped it up in no more than an hour but, much to your dismay, by that time the food has already been brought up to his office and you didn’t have it in you to deny it when it looked and smelled as delicious as it did.

“Please, try it,” Namjoon encouraged you, both of you have moved to one of the sofas on his office, and he took advantage of it and was now right next to you, “I didn’t know what you enjoy, so tell me if you don’t like this and I’ll ask for the chefs to make you something different.”

Now, that was a lie, Namjoon already knew everything there was to know about you, having made an exhaustive study of your life himself two days after seeing you for the first time; he knew the name of all your relatives, how many times you’d moved, the college you attended, the marks you got, hell, he even knew the name of all your ex-boyfriends and friends that were no longer in your life. You were fascinating to him, and he couldn't wait until he could uncover every single secret you kept to yourself.

“This looks amazing, I’m sure it’ll taste just the same” you said almost salivating, it’s been a long time since you last ate a proper home cooked meal. You could feel the intense gaze of Namjoon on you while you took the fork on your mouth and swallowed the food, you couldn’t help but make a sound of satisfaction at the taste and it was only in that moment that he averted his eyes from you at the sight, clearing his throat and taking a sip of the wine that was brought alongside the meal. “This is amazing! Thank you so much, Namjoon.”

You didn’t even notice you called him by his name or the real smile that was on your face and directed at him. But he did, and he could feel his heart galloping in his chest like crazy, feeling already addicted to hearing his name rolling on your tone without an annoyed tone to it and being on the receiving end of your more than beautiful smile.

You both kept eating and eventually started talking about everything and anything. It surprised you how you found yourself having a good time and enjoying Namjoon’s company more than what you thought you’d ever do. He was still an asshole in your eyes, and you didn’t like not one bit the way he made business, but you couldn’t deny that he gave you an interesting conversation and was funny even when he wasn’t trying to. Eventually though, you started to feel more and more dizzy, and a migraine was starting to form in your head.

“Is everything okay, darling? You’re getting paler by the second” you heard Namjoon voiced next to you, he sounded concerned and was closer to you than a minute before, one of his hands almost resting on your knee.

“Yeah...no, do you happen to have any pills? My head is starting to kill me…” your voice sounded estranged even to yourself and the strength was quickly leaving your body.

Before you could try to fight it, darkness consumed your every sense and the last thing you could feel or hear was Namjoon’s body pressed against yours and his smooth voice calling your name.

After twenty minutes or so, Namjoon finally decided that it was time to lead you to his room and rest your body on his bed. He’s been admiring your face, being this the first time, he has had the chance to do it from such a close distance, delighting himself in how perfect your body felt pressed to his and how from this day on, he’d be able to feel this way for the rest of his life.

He closed the door from his bedroom and locked it just in case, though he doubted you’ll wake up until tomorrow. On his way to the door, he made a call.

“What’s up, Namjoon?”

“I’m going there now, Yoongi. She’s already in my bed resting.”

Nothing more needed to be exchanged between the two men and Namjoon hung up right when he got into his car. Yoongi and Namjoon have been friends since they were both teenagers, having gone through a lot together. When Namjoon received an email with several photos of you he hadn’t order to take and a simple message saying, ‘we are keeping an eye on her too’, he knew he had to do something to keep you safe and it was actually Yoongi’s idea to lead you to Namjoon’s house, drug you and keep you there finally with him. They still had to figure out who the fuck had guessed Namjoon favoured you, but now that you were going to be safe by his side, he couldn’t help but smile silly all the way up to Yoongi’s building.

He knew he had a long way ahead of him until you fell in love with the same intensity, he had fallen for you, but he was sure you’d both get there and be the perfect couple he’d been dreaming of for so long.

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firelordzukohere · 3 years

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Say You’ll Remember Me

Hey guys! I know it’s been a hot minute since I’ve uploaded everything. I’m still so grateful to the reaction I’ve gotten from Interior Décor. I wanted to post another little something I was inspired to write. It’s based off of a Taylor Swift song.

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Zuko X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Aangst, Bit o’ Fluff, Fake Relationship

Word Count: Almost 3k

Summary: (Y/N) would do anything for Zuko. She followed him through his whole journey, so that goes without saying, right? What happens when the council starts hounding Zuko to find a Fire Lady to help him rule, and Zuko comes to her with a plot to pretend to be in love and get married. Nothing could go wrong, right?

When did he get so tall?

How could he have gotten that handsome?

And that smile on his face is so perfect it's bad.

She couldn't help but stare at him as he discussed politics with several council men. He had just laughed at something one of council men joked about, his eyes darting to her with his smirk, causing her lips to naturally smile back at him.

Fire Lord Zuko was the star of every woman's dreams and here he was before her, smiling his best smile, directing it at her. It felt so real.

"I expect to see you all tonight at the festival," Zuko smirked, returning his attention back to the other men. "If you'll excuse me, Lady (Y/N) and I have other matters to attend to." He held out his hand for her, pulling her from her seat and leading her out of the room with his hand on the small of her back.

As they made their way to the living quarters section of the Palace, Zuko couldn't help but let out a sigh and drop his hand from her back, mumbling an apology. "Only a couple more months before we can end this charade and you can go back to your normal life."

She looked up at him, attempting to swallow the lump in her throat by hiding it with a smile instead. The look didn't quite reach her eyes, but he didn't see that.

"It hasn't been so bad," (Y/N) tried to reason, but really she was miserable knowing this whole thing was just a sham.

A several months after Zuko's coronation, the Fire Sages began asking him when he was going to be serious and settle down, find a Fire Lady to bear his children. He would get into serious fights with them about how he didn't need a woman to serve as Fire Lord but they insisted it would be beneficial to the nation if he did.

(Y/N) was his best friend, she had followed him from his exile, hunting down the Avatar, to their escape into Ba Sing Se, then back to the Fire Nation, then in a surprising twist, back with the Avatar.

They were best friends.

Except that she was madly in love with him. It started when they were young and he would run to her when Azula would bully him. She had never gotten along with Azula and her crew like she was supposed to. Instead attaching herself to the Prince. They did everything together. She was the shoulder he cried on when Ursa left, the confidant when he told her, and crushed her, that he liked Mai, and the support when he went through his journey with the Avatar. Her feelings for him never ceased even through all of their trials and tribulations. She would go to the ends of the earth for her best friend.

So when Zuko came to her and begged her to marry him for the sages, she agreed without hesitation. He planned the whole thing when he brought it to her, they would court each other for a few months before marrying for another few months, to get the sages off of his back, before she was to decide that being married to the Fire Lord wasn't all it was cracked up to be and they both came to an agreement to separate.

What she didn't take into account was the torture she would endure knowing that it was all pretend. Every kiss on the cheek, held hand and whispered "I love you" was just for show. She sometimes forgot that he didn't truly love her like that and everything she had grown used to was to be for nothing.

"Oh, I'm sure it's been the worst, (Y/N)," Zuko teased before pecking her on the cheek and leaving her toward his bedroom to prepare for the festival for that night.

Staring at his door, she placed her hand to where he had just given her affection, and frowned. The one thing she hoped when this was all over was that he'd remember everything she did for him and how much she truly cared for him.

Getting ready for the festival she dressed in her nicest dress, put on her best make up including the Fire Nation red lip paint and red dusted along her cheeks to be rosy.

Playing the part of the Fire Lady was a lot of work, but she really enjoyed spending all her time with Zuko. They were best friends for a reason, always having something fun to laugh about or talk about, just being comfortable in each other's company. When they had to put on a show, it felt less authentic, except when he kissed her. It always felt so real, which hurt her even more. She couldn't imagine what a real kiss from Zuko felt like if what he was giving her was merely pretend.

When they met at the entrance to the palace she couldn't help but admire him again. He was so handsome, his tall stature and his signature smirk really made her a mess.

"You look beautiful," he said, cupping her face with his hand. She was about to reply when several servants walked past causing him to lean forward and capture her lips with his, curling his fingers into her hair, pulling her closer. It was all for show, but it felt so good. He burned her skin with his passionate fire, she couldn't stop herself from being enveloped in his flames and allowing her brain to forget for several minutes that it all was going to end.

When he released her, he stared at her for a few moments before turning to see if any servants remained. She looked down, attempting to hide her disappointment, her blushed cheeks darker at the interaction.

"We should get going," Zuko mumbled, his face as bright as hers. With a quiet nod, she followed him down the steps toward the festival that was already in full swing.

People fawned over them, acting as though they were in the presence of the Avatar or something, which made sense, they were the royalty, but to (Y/N) she felt bad each time a young girl would tell her she was the best Fire Lady, knowing deep down she was lying to everyone. For Zuko though, it was worth it. Knowing he was happy.

They made their way around, enjoying the shows going on, ate the foods that people had prepared especially for the event and played a few of the side games. They laughed and laughed as they enjoyed their time, even stopping at one point to enjoy the sunset. She hugged his arm as they watched, admiring the glowing light as it slowly drifted below the skyline.

Looking up at him subtly, she could only imagine how much better this moment would have been had they truly been together.

Her thoughts were cut short when a voice next to them cleared their throats, causing Zuko and herself to both turn and look at the figure who made the interruption. When (Y/N)'s eyes landed on Mai, her heart stopped.

"Mai!" Zuko exclaimed, removing his arm from (Y/N)'s grasp to embrace the other woman in a warm hug. "It's so great to see you, I feel like it's been ages!" Mai snorted and pat Zuko on the back.

"It's been like a month Zuko," she dryly teased. Her eyes darted to (Y/N) and she nodded slightly, "Hi (Y/N)." With a small wave in return, (Y/N) felt herself sink back as Zuko immediately began talking to Mai about how she was and life and what was going on. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the two before her. They were back to acting like they hadn't broken up, ending the relationship on bad terms. Instead, it was as if they were rekindling the chemistry, right before her.

A tap on her shoulder broke her sulking session and she turned to see a young girl with a bright grin on her face.

"You're Fire Lady (Y/N), right?" She asked. There was a scroll and a quill in her hand. (Y/N) nodded, and the little girl shoved both objects into her hands. "Would you please sign this? You're my hero! I want to be a powerful Fire Lady like you one day! My mom says you're the nicest member of the royal family they've ever had." (Y/N) blushed and wrote her name on the paper before handing it back to the girl.

"That's very kind of your mother to say, I'm glad I can inspire you, I'm sure you're going to be a very powerful woman one day," (Y/N) replied with a smile. The girl beamed and rushed forward, wrapping (Y/N) into a quick hug before pulling away and rushing into the crowd of the festival. (Y/N)'s heart swelled at the thought of being a role model for someone.

Turning back to Zuko and Mai, her good feeling dissipated immediately. The two had already begun walking away, leaving her behind in their trance of each other. (Y/N) frowned as her heart dropped into her stomach. She knew Mai always had a special place in Zuko's heart, but she didn't realize that even after their really rough breakup, which (Y/N) had comforted Zuko during, that the two would come back together like this. Mai had said some truly hurtful things to Zuko and he was devastated by the verbal knives she had used on him.

The tears stung at her eyes, a few escaping, burning droplets falling. Whipping around quickly, she began to push through the crowds back to the Palace. Her red robes flowing in the haste. As she rushed up the steps, she was stopped by one of the guards.

"Fire Lady (Y/N) are you alright?" He asked, noticing her now soaked cheeks. She nodded her head.

"Yes, I had some fire flakes that were just a bit too warm for my taste, if you'll excuse me, I think they made my stomach uneasy and I am going to go relax."

"Shall I tell the Fire Lord where you'll be?' He asked.

"No!" (Y/N) snapped back a bit too quickly. The guard leaned back slightly at the retort. "I'm sorry, I just don't want to interrupt his evening. It's a wonderful festival and the people worked hard for him. He should get to enjoy it." Stepping away before the conversation continued, (Y/N) rushed to her bedroom and sat at the desk that Zuko had put in there for him to work on.

Pulling out some parchment and her quill, she began writing her letter. She tried to wipe her tears away quickly before they fell to the paper, but several slipped and smudged the words.

After finishing her message, she gathered her belongings in her pack and slipped from the room toward the back of the Palace. Dodging every guard she could see, as she escaped the building, she rushed toward the docks nearby which held the Fire Lord's private fleet. Heading toward the closest ship, (Y/N) greeted one of the Captains who had just finished re-fueling the ship.

"Good evening Fire Lady (Y/N), what can I do for you?" He asked, doing the symbolic bow.

"My presence is required at the Southern Water Tribe, I need to depart immediately," (Y/N) lied. The Captain nodded his head and signaled his men to start the boat.

Looking back at the Palace, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel the ache in her heart grow. She knew this was for the best. Zuko needed to stop using her as a shield and find himself a wife he actually wanted. He needed to stop lying to the people and himself. If that meant leaving without him knowing, that's what she had to do.

"My Lady, we have your room inside the ship ready if you would like me to put your stuff down." (Y/N) shook her head.

"I'll take it myself," she smiled. Turning back to the Palace, she internally said one final goodbye, before following the Captain down into the ship.

Zuko turned to look for (Y/N) after telling Mai goodbye. It had been nice to see his old friend and hear about her new relationship with someone who gave her everything she needed. When he couldn't find his wife anywhere, he began asking the guards scattered around where the Fire Lady had gone off to. They motioned toward the Palace, saying she had fallen ill from some fire flakes. Zuko found that odd, as he didn't recall either of them getting fire flakes for the evening.

Rushing into the Palace, one of the guards said that she was inside their room resting. This was even weirder to Zuko, as they didn't normally sleep together in their room, he had a separate chamber attached. Opening the door, he lit the candle on the wall to reveal the emptiness.

"(Y/N)!" Zuko shouted as he walked further into the bedroom. He checked all over, his room, the closet, the wash room, anywhere she could have been and found her nowhere. Frowning, he sat down on the bed, only to feel something roll and hit his thigh. Looking down, he saw a scroll addressed to him in her scrawl.

Something in his chest tightened. He had a feeling this note was about to destroy him and he wasn't sure he wanted to read it. If he ignored it, he could find her and pretend that nothing wrong was happening.

He opened it anyway.

It was exactly what he expected and he couldn't help but feel his entire world crashing around him. He could see where her tears had smudged the paper and couldn't help but watch his own meet the same fate.

She was gone.

My dearest Fire Lord,

Writing this will possibly be the hardest thing I'll ever have to do, including being forced to watch you nearly die to your sister.

When I agreed to be your wife, I did it for selfish reasons. It wasn't because I wanted the Fire Nation to be better, you to get the council off of your back, or to gain fame and glory from all of this, it was because I had hoped that one day it wouldn't be fake.

As time passed though, I knew that wouldn't be the case. Our pretend relationship wasn't benefitting you, the Fire Nation, or even me. It was hurting everyone. I couldn't lie to people anymore but I couldn't lie to you especially. I had to stop pretending that I was pretending with you. Every touch, kiss, and "I love you" was real for me. I know it wasn't for you and that's okay but for my sake and yours, it's time we end this façade.

I need you to take care of yourself Zuko. I'm not going to be there to do it anymore. Find yourself a woman who you love as much as I love you. Worship her, do anything for her. Whether that be to follow her through a tireless journey across the four nations, watch her find herself even though you know the whole time that she's meant for good instead of what she was raised to believe, or even if it means pretending that you're pretending to love her for the sake of the Fire Nation, whatever it is, make sure that she's everything you've ever wanted. You deserve nothing but the best.

Promise me that you'll at least remember everything I did. Remember tonight, remember me, standing in my nice robes, red lips and cheeks. Remember the sunset and the quiet moment we shared together. Remember that kiss we shared not realizing for both of us that it would be our last. Maybe you'll see me again in your dreams, I know I'll be seeing you in mine.

I love you.

(Y/N)

I’ve toyed with a second part to this, just because sad endings always make me... well...sad? I haven’t written anything but if people want it, I can possibly cook something up.

Please let me know what you think! Also don’t hate me if you hated it!

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aoifeanamadan · 3 years

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After School Special

Fandom: Minecraft YouTube rpf (mcyt)

Word count: 4386

Relationship: DreamNotFound (DreamxGeorgeNotFound)

Summary:

The sky is blue, the sun is hot and Dream hates George.

Everyone knew Dream hated him, really hated him, all smug and sarcastic and closed off. Where Dream was friendly, loud and outgoing, George was quiet and pretentious. It was like he thought he was above everyone else.

Needless to say, neither of them were over the moon when they found out they had to spend two months working together in weekend detention.

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Chapter Two: Montague versus Capulet

Change is hard. It’s a universal truth. But for Dream, change was foreign. It just didn’t happen. He did the same thing every day. Get up, sunrise, shower, breakfast, get in Sapnap’s truck. The days were all the same, they pushed into each other.

It was as if his life was made up of concrete blocks, one for every day. He was stacking them, and the more weight he added, the less space between the blocks. They were pressed so closely together, the weight of a lifetime keeping them tight, there was no room for opportunities to worm themselves in.

That wasn’t to say it was bad. He liked his life. It was fine. He had friends, hobbies, he did great in school. He was captain of the state champion soccer team. Girls liked him. It was all perfectly fine.

His new weekend arrangements threw a spanner into his routine. Instead of watching Netflix from his couch in his pyjamas, he was sitting at the breakfast table across from his dad. His father’s attempted conversation was a sorry replacement for Netflix’s D-List cartoons.

His dad was him lecturing about something, but it was as if Dream had cotton in his ears. His father’s throwaway words about consequence and responsibility were muted. He was saying something about the image Dream had to project as soccer captain when a ding came from Dream’s phone. It was Sapnap.

Sapnap

(9:37 am) hey im outside lets go

Once Dream read the text he was on his feet, toast in his mouth and jacket in his hand, rushing muffled goodbyes to his father. He heard the vague well wishes as he left.

Sapnap was a good friend, but one of his best traits was knowing when to be the enemy. The second Dream got in the car, he was complaining. About his dad, George, these stupid weekend classes. His lamenting was cut short. Before he could fully develop any of his woes, Sapnap was interrupting.

“Dream shut up,” he whined. It caught Dream off guard, stopping him in the middle of his first anti-George rant of the day. He looked at Sapnap, wounded. Sapnap just rolled his eyes. Dream gave up on the hurt puppy charade. He had only been on the first part of the speech, George’s entitlement. He didn’t even get to parts two, three or four (George’s pretentiousness, George’s fakeness and George’s sense of superiority, respectively). Each part was ten minutes long.

“Dude?” He didn’t like the distant hurt that he could hear in his voice. Sapnap softened.

“Sorry, it’s just like, this is your fault Dream.” This was not how Dream had expected the drive to hell to go. “You started the fight, and it’s not like George wants to do this either.” He knew Sapnap might have been right, but Dream soured at the thought of Sapnap and George’s friendship. Them discussing how Dream had ruined his weekend plans for the next two months, George trying to steal his best friend.

He pushed down the feeling of betrayal, it wasn’t fair to Sapnap. He could reserve that feeling exclusively for George.

“Yeah, maybe.” Dream hummed, noncommittal. He glanced out the window, the school was in sight. It was towering over him, looming and gothic. Dream was suddenly overcome, every part of him was saying don’t go in. He pushed the thoughts down and refocused on Sapnap.

“You might even enjoy it, George is really funny!” Dream could tell he was trying to spin this into a positive, but the thought of having to spend two hours a week with George for two months made him feel hopeless. He imagined it, the hours he’d have to listen to George try to boss him around, trying to make him feel stupid. George would try to one-up him every chance he got, that was just who he was. He could never just let Dream win.

Before Dream could reply, the car was parked. He looked at Sapnap, who didn’t seem quite as sombre as Dream did. To Dream, it felt like a solemn occasion. To Sapnap, it felt like dropping his friend off while he was on his way to do the weekly food shop.

“I don’t want to go in.”

Sapnap, ever sensitive, just laughed. He shoved Dream’s shoulders towards the door in a gentle but firm attempt to get him out of the car.

“Go on Dream, I have to get shit for dinner.”

Dream was walking and into the school before he had the chance to talk himself out of it. He wasn’t worried about the work. How hard could it be to recite some Shakespeare, or whatever it was they did in weekend English. He was worried about who he’d have to work with. He didn’t know anyone taking the class other than George.

When he entered the classroom, he was sure he was in the wrong room. At first, he thought there was no one in there. That was before he noticed the woman in the corner, facing the walls. Dream felt like he was interrupting something. He knocked on the door, which was already open. It was more of a polite way to say ‘Excuse me miss, you’re not possessed, right?’. She whipped around at the sound of Dream’s knuckled on the heavy wood. He was fairly sure she was not possessed.

As she stepped quickly towards him, he noticed her jumper. Plastered across the front there was the face of a multi-coloured pug. Her hair was wild around her, swamping her face, and her glasses made her eyes look like orbs too big for her face.

“Hello dear, sit down please, sit down. Welcome! You must be George?”

Dream rushed to correct her, rather than be mistaken for George of all people, but she had already moved on.

“I am Ms Dahlman, so so happy to have you here in English. What an opportunity! God, you’re so lucky. In my youth, we didn’t have these weekend class options. God, so lucky you all are. I am just so happy to have you here!” She was talking a mile a minute. Dream felt paralysed under her gaze, waiting for her to take a breath so he could interject.

She continued for four minutes, telling him how lucky he was to have this opportunity. He didn’t have the heart to tell her it wasn’t his choice. He did however want to clear up that he was definitely not George.

Before he got his chance, there was another knock at the door. George’s voice came from the doorway, slow and soft. It was a stark contrast to Ms Dahlman.

“Sorry, I couldn’t find the room. I’ve never had weekend classes before.” George was standing, messy-haired and disinterested. Dream thought he looked arrogant. It was just like George to be late, he had no regard for other people’s time. Something shameful in Dream couldn’t wait to tell Sapnap, to prove he was ten times the friend George could be. But he wasn’t sure if good punctuality was quite enough to convince him.

“It’s fine, just come in.” Ms Dahlman sounded pained at the interruption, but she soldiered through. “You can sit down here next to George.”

George, the real George, quirked his eyebrow.

“That’s funny, my name is George too.” Dream wanted to wipe his smug smirk right off his face. Ms Dahlman however, seemed overjoyed with the development.

“Oh! Two George’s! Heavens above, who would’ve ever thought? I knew your name couldn’t be Dream, but that was all it said on the attendance form they gave me! I said to them, I said ‘Dream? Well that can’t be a real name, can it?’ but they told me it was the preferred name, so it was what I was to use. George is much more sensible.” Dream felt his cheeks burning, but he didn’t want to get aggressive. He tried to push the feelings down.

Looking at George, who seemed barely able to contain his laughter, made that a lot harder. Dream nodded at Ms Dahlman, to be polite, but she didn’t notice. She just continued speaking, something Dream was starting to note as a consistent course of action for her.

“As I was saying, the grade you get in this class will be added to your overall GPA for the subject. Normally, it’s used to bring up the average but obviously,” she gestured to the empty class “people just don’t care about English the way they used to.”

Only then did it strike Dream, him and George were the only two taking the class. Unless someone was running 8 minutes late for the first class, no one else was coming. Dream wanted to sink into his chair and never get up again.

Before he could figure out how to melt himself down, Ms Dahlman was explaining their first assignment.

“Now, for the first two months boys you will be writing a speech!” She paused, for dramatic effect. It didn’t work. Dream and George were looking at her with the same badly disguised disinterest. She continued, consistent as ever. “Now I heard about your, how to put this, communicational issues .” She grimaced at the mention of Dream and George’s earlier conflict. “So!” She punctuated herself with a short clap. “The speech will be titled ‘What my partner has taught me.’ It’s going to be a great opportunity for you two to learn how to cooperate!”

Dream did not want the opportunity to cooperate with George. He was stuck up, rude, inconsiderate. He acted as if he was better than everyone else, scoffing and looking down at them. Dream had plenty of friends, he didn’t want or need George.

Ms Dahlman, unsurprisingly, was not finished speaking. And so she continued, taking Dream out of his pessimistic thoughts.

“Now, I can see no reason to keep you here.” Dream and George looked at each other instinctually, then up at her smiling face, waiting for an explanation. “I’ll be giving you sheets that I’ll need to be signed by your parents to prove every week that you’re putting the time in together, as well as a guide to writing the speech. But, really boys, I can’t imagine why you would have to stay in the school.”

Ms Dahlman seemed to be about fifty, possibly older. Dream had no idea how she had navigated the world so far. It seemed she never even paused her monologues to breathe.

She gave the sheets to both Dream and George, and then she just left. She walked out the door and into her car without a glance back. The boys were left stunned in her wake.

Dream looked at George. George looked at Dream. Neither said anything, neither knew what to say.

Before Dream could start the inevitable conversation, George had taken out his phone. Self-obsessed as ever. Dream commented, emboldened by his evident social superiority,

“Well, that’s a bit rude-” Before he could finish, George had interrupted.

“Can you drive?” George hadn’t even spared him a glance. So rude . Dream couldn’t say he was surprised. Dream rolled his eyes. George didn’t seem to notice.

“No. What does that have to do with anything?” Dream didn’t try to stop the animosity from seeping into his voice. George didn’t seem to notice.

“Well I can’t drive either, I got the bus here. And we can’t just stay in here, it smells bad.” Dream didn’t want to admit it, but George was right. It did smell bad.

Dream started to speak. At the same time, George looked up from his phone. They both spoke at the same time, the same idea.

“I’m texting Sapnap.”

“Maybe Sapnap can-”

Dream laughed nervously. George didn’t laugh back. Sapnap was collecting them within ten minutes, a bag of shopping in the back.

Before long, they were sitting together on Sapnap’s couch, alone. Sapnap had left the room to make some food for them. Dream would’ve been happy to sit in silence until Sapnap came back with the snacks, but George wasn’t on the same wavelength.

“So, um, how are you?” George’s voice trailed off as he spoke. It felt like he wanted to be there even less than Dream.

“Good. Fine.” Dream was curt. He hadn’t expected George to make conversation, and he wasn’t going to try and encourage it. George could go back to texting on his phone forever for all Dream cared.

“Good.” George was returning his energy. His friendly conversationalist charade hadn’t lasted very long. Dream tried to settle back into the silence between them.

It didn’t stay like that for long. By the time Sapnap was back, he was entering to hear George yelling.

“Seven billion people in the world and I get stuck doing this with you! Either I’m cursed or God likes playing house.” He was standing on one side of the couch, Dream on the other. Anytime Dream moved, George moved the opposite way.

“Fuck you, George!”

Sapnap just wanted to get everyone some snacks.

He made them recount the argument, word for word, starting with George tapping his fingers ‘too loud’ on the arm of the couch.

Before long, Sapnap was telling them both off. He couldn’t say he was shocked that he had to explain that George telling Dream “I can say with utmost certainty, that you are definitely, A Bitch.” was not working cooperatively.

Dream was just as bad. But he did at least look remorseful while recounting his shout of “Every time you open your mouth I want to push you over the edge of a cliff and I mean that with all my heart.”

In the end, Sapnap made them sit in silence at opposite ends of the couch. Dream tried to feel guilty, he really did, but he couldn’t bring himself to regret squabbling with George, or chasing him around the couch. He was just so awful . Someone needed to knock him down a peg. And it’s not like he couldn’t take it, he was coming back just as hard as Dream. Maybe even harder.

Dream didn’t feel guilty for fighting with George, but he did feel guilty for getting Sapnap tangled up in the middle of it all. Dream could tell he hated the tension he and George had created.

Dream glanced towards George, checking to see if he looked as guilty as Dream felt, only to be met with George’s eyes staring at him. Weirdo. George nodded his head towards Sapnap, then between him and Dream. Dream didn’t want to admit it, but he understood.

George was saying ‘Look what we did.’ He was saying ‘Come on, we’ve to fix this.’

As much as it hurt him, Dream knew George was right. He looked up at him. George was mouthing something. Dream looked at his lips.

He was saying ‘Fuck you.’

Dream couldn’t hold in his laugh, isolated and muffled. Luckily, it was covered up by George’s exaggerated apology.

“Dream, I’m sorry for annoying you on purpose, and then for saying mean things to you.” Dream nearly had to physically restrain himself from jumping up and down, yelling ‘I told you so!’ He had known George was annoying him on purpose. Instead, he announced his apology as a reply.

“That’s okay George. I am sorry for chasing you around the couch and also for saying mean things to you.” He stopped himself from adding the ‘I am also sorry that you are a little bitch.’ He was too mature.

Instead of a relieved laugh, Sapnap’s brow furrowed. Dream could almost hear his mind moving at a mile a minute. George must have noticed it too. They both left it, but Sapnap wasn’t saying anything. And Dream had never considered patience his strongest virtue.

“Just say it Sapnap.” Dream and George were both looking at him expectantly.

“Huh?” Sapnap looked shocked that they had noticed his internal conflict.

“He’s right, whatever you’re thinking. Just say it. I can practically hear you thinking.” George agreed with Dream. It was a day full of firsts.

“Do you guys actually hate each other? Like, there’s no reason to. Or, do you just enjoy the feeling of having someone to hate? I don’t get it.”

Dream didn’t know what to say. They had never talked about it so openly, him and George. It was an unspoken truth, so obvious it didn’t need to be acknowledged.

Montague versus Capulet, Taylor versus Katie, Dream versus George.

George and Dream just stared at each other, frozen. Sapnap moved on before either of them answered.

“You know what, nevermind. It doesn’t even matter.”

The silence made Dream feel guilty, looking at Sapnap made him feel worse. He was holding himself with annoyance, rare but visible. Before Dream could try and apologise, George was changing the subject. If he was someone else, Dream would've been thankful. But he was not anyone else, so Dream thought it was rude.

“So, where is everyone? The house is empty.” George was right. Both of Sapnap’s parents were out, a rare occurrence. The house was quiet, and the noise was obviously missing. There was no smell of cooking, no top of the pops radio. Dream hardened at the thought of George realising there was something wrong in Sapnap’s house before he could. He wasn’t surprised, it was just like George to make sure he mentioned it before Dream got a chance.

Dream scoffed. George didn’t notice, and if he did he didn’t turn around.

“Oh,” Sapnap’s eyes widened, shocked at the observation. Dream made a mental note to pay more attention to how Sapnap was doing. “My dad, he’s- he’s out of town.” Sapnap didn’t say anything else about it. Instead, he did his best to help George and Dream.

They tried to work, they really did, but it was hard. The main task was to listen and learn from each other, but Dream would have rather died than learn anything from George, and the sentiment was clearly reciprocated. It had gotten to the point where neither of them were even saying anything, just looking at Sapnap waiting for instruction.

Sapnap, bless him, he tried his best. But one thing Dream and George could agree on was that it was easy to say no to Sapnap’s ideas.

“Why don’t you bond over your childhoods or something?” Sapnap threw out his fifth idea in ten minutes. Dream and George glanced to each other before replying.

“That’s dumb.”

“Ew, no Sapnap.”

Sapnap rolled his eyes

“Okay, fine. Whatever, you guys have fun.” He took his laptop from the coffee table and put in his headphones, ignoring Dream and George’s shouts of protest.

“No, Sapnap come on! Give us another idea!” Dream whined. Sapnap shook his head, trying to hide a smile.

“Sorry guys, but I do actually have my own work to do.”

Without Sapnap, things went off track quickly. George and Dream were sitting on opposite sides of Sapnap. George was cross-legged on the floor, messing with a piece of paper. Dream was draped across the armchair, head tilting back up to the ceiling. He was tossing up and down a soccer ball.

George and Dream were thinking out loud, having long abandoned brainstorming for their speeches. It was easy to ignore it when they had an infinite two months stretching out in front of them.

“Why did you fight so hard for it to be weekends?” Dream threw the question out into the air, hardly thinking about George’s reply.

“Well, I have shit to do after school.” Dream could not imagine a single thing that George might have to do after school. “Plus, I knew you have soccer training after school. I figured the team couldn’t function without their captain.” George said it sarcastically, but he couldn’t mask the truth in the statement. George knew when Dream had soccer, even if it was probably just because of Sapnap. And he had accommodated him when negotiating their punishment.

George had done something nice for Dream, without even telling him. He had just done it, quiet and personal.

Dream didn’t know how to digest this new information.

He was so preoccupied with the idea of George being in any way considerate, he didn’t notice him picking up a new sheet of paper, tearing off a corner and rolling it up into a ball. Before Dream could glance in his direction, the paper ball had hit him on the nose.

“Hey!” Dream’s head snapped towards George. He had the audacity to smile.

“Oops,” George deadpanned. Dream was whining for Sapnap within the second.

“It wasn’t an accident! It wasn’t and you know it! Sapnap, Sapnap! Tell him!” Sapnap just rolled his eyes. Dream glared at George.

“Try that again. Try it, I dare you.” Dream tried his best to sound tough. He was big, he was intimidating. He was the captain of the state champion soccer team. George couldn’t do shit to him.

George threw another piece of paper.

“Sapnap! He did that on purpose!” Dream whined. He didn’t realise how similar to an eight-year-old he sounded until the words had already left his mouth. Sapnap didn’t even look up from his laptop. He felt the blood rushing to his cheeks.

Dream picked back up his soccer ball from his chest, a plan forming. Before he could even raise his hand, George was talking.

“Throw it, throw it and see what happens to you.” Dream gaped at George, he hadn’t even been looking at him. How did he know the soccer ball was coming? Just then, George did look. His eyes shot up from the paper crane he was making to meet Dream’s.

George’s eyes pierced him, frosty and chilling. Dream didn’t think he had ever looked into someone’s eyes the way he was doing just then. He felt like he could read George’s mind. It was saying ‘ Don’t you fucking dare’. Dream put back down the soccer ball slowly. The second George looked away, he threw it.

As the hours went by, George’s mask of indifference, his icy remarks and snarky comments, they faded away. A different George was filling his place. Still snarky, still acting as if he was just a little bit better than Dream, but different. He was excitable, quicker to smile.

George wasn’t as bad as Dream thought he was. Sure, he was a little bit rude. And he was definitely pretentious. He wasn’t as arrogant as Dream had thought he would be. And, even if it pained him to say it, he was funny.

All these things combined, he wasn’t the worst person to spend time with. No one noticed that the two mandatory hours had passed. They just stayed on Sapnap’s sitting room floor together, talking. George wasn’t a bad listener.

Dream was telling the story of his awful Monday morning, the first day of senior year. He was a good storyteller, he prided himself on that. Even Sapnap had taken off his headphones to listen. He had just gotten to the part of the story where he had to sit next to Weird Sarah. The smile George had been wearing was slipping slowly as he told him the woeful tail of having to sit next to her. George interrupted for the first time in hours.

“Hey, don’t be mean.” George was looking serious, an expression he hadn’t worn in hours. Dream didn’t understand why.

“Sarah’s actually a childhood friend. She’s really nice when you get to know her.”

Dream understood why. He felt like an idiot.

“Oh, shit, shit. Sorry, I didn’t realise. Shit. I’m sorry.” He tried his best to sound sincere, a stained sort of guilt overcoming him. George’s face didn’t change.

“No, it’s okay. It’s fine. I just forgot who you were for a second there.”

Dream felt like shit. Sarah hadn’t even done anything to him. But something in his mind was whispering to him. It wasn’t his fault if George was friends with her. Maybe they were both weird. This was classic George, trying to make him feel bad no matter what he did. Dream tried to push it away, but it was there. Lying underneath his brain, polluting his thoughts.

George, the George that Dream had come to know in that evening at Sapnap’s house, was suddenly gone. He stayed another half-hour, but it wasn’t the same. They focused on the work, writing about speech structures and other things Dream couldn’t have cared less about. And then George was gone, collected from the footpath outside Sapnap’s quiet house by his mother.

Dream and Sapnap were left alone in his sitting room. Dream wanted to sink into the floor and never get up again.

“Well That wasn’t, that wasn’t as bad as I expected.” Sapnap tried his best, but he didn’t even sound convincing to himself.

“It was bad.” Dream groaned, getting down to lie on the carpeted floor.

“Well, don’t undersell it. It wasn’t all bad.” Sapnap prodded him gently in the side with his foot. Dream squirmed.

“It was all bad.” Mixed with the embarrassment, there was a bitter kind of regret. Dream had ruined something good, something new. Before he could sink too far down his hole of sorrow, Sapnap was there.

“You should text him, to like apologise or something.” Sapnap had stood up to clean the sitting room, bring their plates into the kitchen. The conversation was over. Dream heaved himself off the floor, despite the weight of his self-pity.

“Yeah, okay. Okay. Yeah.”

It was later that night when Dream got the chance to text George. It was easier to send difficult texts from the safety of his blanket.

Dream

(10:14 pm) hey, its dream. Im sorry for talking shit about sarah.

(10:15 pm) It was mean and wasnt fair i feel really bad about it

Dream hadn’t realised just how much he actually wanted George’s forgiveness until he saw the three dots next to George’s name.

Gogy<3

(10:16 pm) its cool. dont do it again though it was a dick move

Dream

(10:16 pm) yeah i know :(

Gogy<3

(10:17 pm) also for future reference i never read texts. Message me on sc if you need me its georgenotfound

At 10:18 pm, George got a notification.

Dreamwastaken has added you as a friend.

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...........so let’s finally talk abt what the actual fucking fuck is wrong with ai’rina rue castillo, huh gang? :-)

(everyone go thank @armsdealing & @durcgs beating the anxiety out of me in order to post this info-dump.)

...before we get into things, now’s the part where i establish a warning for triggers to be discussed in this lengthy headcanon post. there’s gonna be some talks of mental illness, slight alcohol abuse, & breaking down topics of familial abuse, mental abuse, religious abuse, emotional manipulation, and elements of non-con. be warned.

a’ight, so look. i’ve hinted in between threads & development that rue had a not-so-fantastic upbringing that impacted how she perceives herself, how she interacts with others, (in terms of her career, at least) and how she views personal relationships, but i didn’t realize how........severely her upbringing messed with her mental health until i started working through how i wanted to plot out rue’s behavior for her next album release. at first, i had the idea that she decided to take more time for herself & sort of distance herself from the public / media circus plaguing her life so that she can create much more authentic music. then i actually listened to the EP that i’m basing her album off of and thought “...oh.” THEN, i looked over old meme responses & old threads / mentions of her family and how she grew up and thought, not for the last time since piecing everything together: “....oh. oh fucking boy.”

so, that horrible realization dawning on me, let’s talk about rue’s childhood.

i wrote a thing like, two years ago almost (that upon looking for last night, i realized i didn’t actually share it w/ anyone but alex in our discord server & only mentioned a portion of it in rue’s moodboard that i made) that talked vaguely about how rue felt growing up. and it’s worth noting that...she’s the middle of ten fucking siblings. and that’s just the brothers & sisters she knew of that stayed with their mother. and on top of that, not all of those siblings are the product of rue’s father, or even rue’s mother for that matter. and it’s also worth noting that rue not only grew up in poverty, but she grew up never having any actual space that had solely been her own, or even an article of clothing that had belonged entirely to her. so naturally, as a young child, rue sort of became torn between starved for attention & wanting someone to pay attention to her (whether that be her older siblings including her in something, whatever teacher they had for the next six months to call on her for something, for her mother to miraculously show up with her unknown father in tow one day, & for literally anyone to be her friend, pls god Notice her!!!) and for people to simply leave her the hell alone. obviously, this carried into adulthood.

and branching off from the whole “lack of space” point i made, rue wound up growing up to become increasingly more private as time went on because she literally cannot remember a single moment where she wasn’t squished between a bunch of people. driving around in their minivan? rue’s packed in the middle of the second row. nowhere to sleep while on the road? rue’s smacked between gigantic older brothers & clingy little siblings. need to use to bathroom? lmao, she better off going outside!!! gotta change clothes? yeah, good luck with that. it was to the point where, when rue got her first period, she was humiliated by it — not because ‘omg, am i a woman now?? wtf is this???’, but because she ruined the one good sheet that she slept on with her sisters & they were super pissed at her and her mother withheld pay from her for weeks. >:/

already, rue grew up never having shit to herself until the record deal. but she also dealt with literally...so much abuse from her mother. rue thought this was the norm growing up, because all of her siblings faced their mother’s wrath at some point & all of them eventually learned to just deal with the shit and do what she says if they wanted to avoid it. they all compartmentalized and repressed to varying degrees. there’s a lot in which rue has repressed so deeply, she doesn’t even remember if it seriously happened or if she was just making it up bc it was so fucking bizarre for a parent to act that way towards their child, lol?? (and this behavior of “i’m just going to do what you say bc i don’t want to deal with whatever bullshit you’re up to if i say no” also carried into business / personal relationships, which is...very Yikes it’s amazing she didn’t get scammed or worse!)

so sure, people have complimented her for her exceptional manners & her cleanliness & how quiet / polite she is & how amazing her posture is, bc seriously, this girl will never experience back problems in her life bc her posture is so on par. but where rue typically smiles / responds bashfully, she can’t exactly just up and say: “oh, yeah, my mom used to slap the shit out of me ‘til i bruised if i spoke out of turn or talked back, and if i reached for anything in the store or put my elbows on the table she’d slap a ruler against my palms ‘til i got welts, and she’d make me read verses all night without sleep if i did anything wrong and make me straighten up and kneel on rice if i slouched or took a nap in church and humiliated me in public if i so much as looked at someone of the opposite sex on the street n oh, did i mention i also cleaned houses for rich millionaire snobs from ages twelve to sixteen and if they said or did literally anything to me i wasn’t allowed to defend myself?? ya i’m real proper :)”

(and normal ppl will go: “...................what the FUCK is WRONG with you????”)

but oh man, babe, we’re not done yet!!! rue, being the product of both a highly religious and a highly exploitative household...had difficulty when she started reaching puberty & noticing her classmates. plural, because it wasn’t just boys that she began to secretly have crushes on / fantasize abt, sexually or domestically. she also realized, oh shit, that she started looking at girls differently too. and that literally put the fear of god into her heart, bc if her mother ever found out that she was having non-platonic feelings for the girls in her classrooms, she wasn’t going to be pissed. her mom might have actually tried to kill her. or have her exorcised or something. she knew the shit would be severe, and she wanted no fucking parts of her mother or her siblings inserting the church into her personal life, thank u very much! so rue started suppressing her romantic feelings for people to the point where if adult rue receives intimacy, she’s like “...is this allowed? is this not illegal??????” while simultaneously being like “i will be a slut. just this once. as a Treat to teenage me. :>” regardless, rue learned to molotov cocktail literally any emotion or thought she had, bc she was paranoid that it would give her mother a vision.

now, onto the perils of exploitation...she should’ve been used to it really, what with her mother forcing herself & siblings to lure customers into their shop with promises of visions and palm readings and the wonders of the cards and overexerting their abilities. same with housekeeping, like being of service to people was normal! but when seventeen year old rue decided to sign a record deal and break from home, she wasn’t thinking critically about what the fuck all of this would entail. and as described in this headcanon post abt her discography, her early music was the product of allowing people much older & powerful than you to influence your work & manipulate your values. so rue was very much parading around as someone she wasn’t, someone much more confident and badass and self-assured than she really was, and she was so impressionable back then that it literally makes her sick to think back on it now. she calls it her puppy phase and phrases the eagerness to please execs as ‘tongue wagging’. homegirl hardly even knew her name anymore, bc all she was and all she would ever be was rue, the star, the vocal temptress. not ai’rina, the help or ai’rina, the seer, ai’rina, the weak little nobody. but later on, the subtle manipulation was less about decision making & how they wanted her to sound, and more about how they wanted to present the latest trophy star — because after all, she was pretty. people liked her. she sung really well. suitors weren’t too far off into the distant future. so why not kill two birds with one stone by having a high ranking label artist keep tabloids talking by being seen in public with a few heart throbs? surely, there’s no harm in manipulating an eighteen/nineteen year old’s love life! under the guise of improving her social skills & relations with fellow artists and the media and the like, rue gave into the pressures and let herself be taken out on dates & seen at awards shows with a few guys. no big deal. it was only for a night or so, she could handle the attention. then, one night appearances turned into week long appearances. pretending to date for only a month! completely innocent, positive exposure. :)

(adult rue, looking back @ younger rue: you stupid fucking BITCH-)

yeah, so once her label/management realized that she was turning into a hot commodity, they lost no sleep at allowing their nineteen year old artist to be seen ‘dating’ 20-24+ year old men occasionally. and whatever happened after their public appearances were none of their business. plus, she was good at pretending and being arm candy — so rue experienced her first kiss, her first dates, and her first times with people who she’s almost certain hardly remember their time with her, and really only got involved with her for a mutual career boost. very few of them does she actually remember in a positive light, and the ones that were positive, still depress her bc lmao all of it was fake, even if they were really nice & made it less like a chore and more like they actually wanted to be with her!! even fewer of them were actual relationships. meaning, said person asked her out of their own volition, not bc their managers thought it’d be a decent match on camera. it was evil, really, what her old label made of her. (like, she makes funny jokes that her first time having sex was awkward bc she had a vision halfway through that bummed her out but in reality it was just...really more of a transaction that made her feel icky n progressively worse abt herself until it happened more often and now she just doesn’t care anymore. sex is just sex, u know?? everything’s fake. why you gotta make it personal.) this whole fiasco took over the larger part of rue’s career from like, age nineteen to age twenty-two or so, and she suffered dramatically from this because what is even a genuine, authentic relationship at this point? what do u mean you want to get to know me? did ur manager tell you to ask so many damn questions & try to get to know me? obviously you want something from me bc that’s why everyone gets into a relationship or has sex with me, stop confessing feelings for me u fucking loser. >:/

like...rue doesn’t even have friends. outside of her relationship with marcelo / @armsdealing (which, AGAIN, i think was initially arranged to promote her song be honest, how fucking IRONIC), rue does not have any personal relationships with anyone. i mean, she likes her latest management team since switching labels...her hair stylist is rly cool & her make up artist is fun to vacation with...she met a few other celebrities at events that she occasionally texts & has dinner with...yeah, she’s basically a pretty hermit. her family is more or less out of the question — the few brothers & sisters she does still have a positive relationship with (like, four of them lol), they don’t see each other in person often / mainly communicate via groupchat and facetime calls when all of them have time. she tried visiting with her mother over the years, but the verbal & emotional abuse/curses placed on her/accusations of being an imp of satan for singing to the public/memories of being forced to perform psychic shows & clean for chump change keeps her from trying to mend that relationship. like, being gaslit by ur mother isn’t really the vibe, u know? and bottom line, rue simply is a very shy and socially stunted individual who does not know how to communicate like a normal human being anymore. hell, her life revolves around pretending for strangers at this point!

now, onto how...all of That ties into her behavior / state of mind during this next album. so, after riding the wave of success from her third album & the circus that came with that. rue sort of had a fucking existential crisis. came out of absolutely nowhere. (not nowhere — one of her brothers called her out of the blue and called her ai’rina and she literally went “who the fuck is that?”) told her label that she was taking some time in between albums bc she was creatively zapped or whatever bullshit excuse she came up with that somehow worked bc this new label was a little more understanding than the last. vacationed for a little, did some hot girl shit, bought a house, tried to see her mother again for whatever reason then got the shit slapped out of her and finally screamed at her to never touch her again unless she wanted to Throw Hands. cried and got drunk abt it. that took six months. bullshat to her label again, dropped like two songs to smooth things over, decided to focus on magic for a little to ground her, started partying with label mates then going home shitfaced & hungover every other morning. that took eight months. dropped one last song, promptly deleted her twitter, tried to write songs again, got a call from her mother and panicked and got drunk. that took a year. vacationed some more, got even drunker, was bed ridden for like three months because holy shit i’m having so many visions and if i see One More Thing my brain is going to explode, couldn’t separate the present from the future for weeks after that, told absolutely no one about that, cried every day & had an identity crisis, dyed her hair to appease the identity crisis goblins. that took a year and a half.

now, she just chilling. dyed her hair again. scaring her siblings halfway to death bc she keeps going on benders & sending cryptic texts abt the visions she’s getting but they’re so incomprehensible that they’re seriously considering moving in to get her fucking shit together. had a vision that she was married with kids and had a two week identity crisis appeased only by moving houses. (she was in a neighborhood with families...too much Drama and visions. turned into a really cool song tho.) started calling herself by her birth name of ai’rina in private. reactivated twitter to send cryptic tweets that her album is coming. working on said album. trying to drink less but kinda failing bc how is one simply supposed to make a highly personal dual album without alcohol??? prbly somewhere crying in marcelo’s lap or smthn. just vibes.

like...i feel like, in my head, the Theme of her project is wrapped up in identity. her relationship with fame and whatnot. trying to coax her childhood self out of its’ shell so that she can function like a normal goddamn person for once and re-establish her values. like, if someone went to any of rue’s residences right now, it’s just songbooks everywhere and wine glasses and her crystals and shit, bc she still has people’s futures to read for money. (yes, she never really got out of that portion of her childhood, but hey it pays.) it was all very confusing to experience at once while in bed at four in the morning & even though i tried organizing and debated on this, it’s still a Lot. which is why i am once again asking for plots that would allow her to dissect all these Things

so yeah. album four otw, with a side of confronting our childhood & facing our traumas!

#rue — facts #imagine me making a cohesive hc post #it wont happen but like imagine how sexy that would be #anyway this is long and me thinks stream of conscious hc posting is both therapeutic and Exhausting #but i had a lot of thots abt her that needed to be shared to...yeah #abuse tw #alcoholism tw #long post tw #i feel like that its always sunny meme??? yall know which one #but anyways this is somehow overwhelming n embarrassing that i typed so much so i am going to hiding!#UNLESS!...........u want to plot with this Disaster of a woman :eyes:

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Born To Love You [Part: 5]

summary: When Gwilym ropes you into a lie, the truth becomes painfully obvious. When Joe makes things harder, there’s no telling if he even has a clue.

w/c: 5k

a/n: I hear a lot of you wishing and hoping for a happy ending but it's just not coming... yet. I AM sorry in advance. And I'm also in love with everyone who's stuck around so far and said such lovely things. Thanks as always, dears! Can't wait to hear what you lot think of this one 💖

Part 6

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"Wait, just one second!" Gwilym jogged across the car park, slinging the bag he carried off of his shoulder in a hurry to find it's contents. Simultaneously, he stopped Joe in his meander off the set. Gwilym hoped his friend's slow pace meant he didn't have anything better to do.

"I need you to do me a favor." Gwilym addressed the auburn-haired fellow, close enough by now to bypass standard greetings. Joe nodded, wordlessly accepting whatever it was while Gwilym dug around in his bag until he found what he was looking for.

"Y/n knows I'm off with Ben, but we've got to go a bit earlier than planned. Can you please take these things back to her?" Gwil started, unveiling a much smaller bag full of toddler essentials, some of which you'd be missing if Gwil left town with them.

"Sure thing," Joe agreed, albeit pensively. Gwilym let out a breath and a thank you as he clasped his bag back together, in a rush to see a game with Ben a few towns away.

Ben had invited you on the surprise sports venture, too. But Olive hadn't been easy to handle the past few days. And you knew you'd be spending most of the game toting the kid around the parked cars to keep her whines from upsetting spectators.

Cold rain had come to stay, and your best attempts at keeping the babe from going stir crazy were wearing thin. When there was a knock at the door, you figured Gwilym was there to trade goodbyes with Ben in tow. But no one came hurling in after the polite warning, and you opened the door to find a slightly more pleasant surprise.

"Hi." Joe shrugged, not quite smiling. Seemingly not quite sure why he was there. "Gwil and Ben just left. He wanted me to bring you this." Joe extended the small tote of emergency toys and distractions.

"Oh, thank God." You sighed. The majority of your time spent with Gwilym had usually included trading such things back and forth. You thanked the heavens that Joe was the middle man, taking the bag from his grasp. Inside were two teething toys you'd been missing all day long. You'd give them to Olive as a last-ditch attempt to soothe this evenings lackluster.

But when you glanced down to the babe at your feet, she was using your legs to steady herself as she stood, waving to Joe with a smile on her face. Hardly a trace of her moodiness remained as Joe let his brooding smile bloom into a real genuine one as he waved back to your daughter.

"I just picked up dinner. Let me fix you some?" You suggested, offering without thinking. It was your nature to extend such invitations at times like this one. But everything was always different with Joe. You couldn't tell up from down when he stood just near. And he didn't even try and put up a fight, even though it looked like he wanted to for a nanosecond. He agreed. When Joe stepped past the entrance and into your rented living room, whether he knew it or not, he crossed a very real line.

As you led him toward the kitchen, you rambled only about the things nearly finished cooking in the oven. A mix of veggies you'd never whipped up before. A dish, according to Joe, he'd always wanted to try. You joked for a while about fate, and how everything seemed to always happen for a reason, from dinner plans to trips to London.

When the time came to eat, you noshed between conversation, leafing through topics with ease. You'd done this before, together. And you realized your heart hadn't tried to beat out of your chest the whole time he was near, that afternoon. Because ever since Joe's birthday, you'd never shaken the steady ache for him. You'd settled into the feeling now, and having Joe around was strangely a comfort, his presence aided your pain, now, even though he caused it all the same.

Olive was finally content, for the first time in a week, with the toys you'd finally got your hands on. It wasn't always that you felt fine enough to leave her be in front of the telly, but she was perfectly gratified watching an old film, curled against the pillows and blankets you set up for her. And because you could see her perfectly well from the balcony, and the air was surprisingly warm for an autumn evening, you invited Joe to step out for a drink.

He followed your lead with caution, watching where you moved before he moved too. Joe thanked you for the drinks and settled across the tiny table in the only other chair you weren't occupying.

And yet, past the anxious glares, held breaths, and hidden blushes, your conversation never faltered. He asked about your life, you asked about his. You complained about silly things, he joked along with you. Olive fell asleep against her throne of blankets as you sipped your drinks, afraid for the bottles to empty, surely signaling the end of the evening.

The time on your phone read one in the morning, but you pretend you don't notice. And if Joe did, he pretended he hadn't, either.

The fun (if that's what you could call it) ended only when the front door creaked open and Gwil crept inside. He turned his gaze toward the patio as if he'd been expecting to see you and Joe there all along.

"I should go. It's late." Joe hummed, resting his drink on the table between the two of you.

But Gwil popped his head out into the warm night with a sweeping wave of his hand.

"No, no it's fine, finish your beer. I'm knackered. G'night." Gwilym spoke as if he'd rehearsed the line one too many times, his voice flat and dull. He hadn't even looked right at you the entire couple minutes he'd been home. As he shut the sliding door and turned to head to bed, the man gave a little expression of assurance that was too obviously forced. Your fake husband's hurry off to bed without you, and his strange insistence for Joe to stick around was barely coy.

As you and the man with fossil toned eyes settled back against the patio seats, an awkward silence nearly suffocated you. It was not suddenly strange. It had always been strange. Only unavoidable, now.

"Is everything... okay?" Joe dared to ask in a low, wavering tone.

"Everything... is simply not as it seems. Much worse, really." You laughed a little, barely, but it wasn't funny. And Joe clearly realized just how serious you were.

But instead of asking or pushing you to go on, Joe just gave a micro nod, as if he already knew. And when you changed the subject, giggling over something Lucy said, Joe let himself laugh too, as you both took the last sips of your drinks.

When Joe left, he lingered in the doorway as you said goodbye, and he exchanged the exact same parting phrase. And when he walked away, you let yourself wish for a nanosecond that he wasn't leaving.

///

"I'm going out with Ben again! Don't know when I'll be back, okay bye!" Gwilym spun out of the door, dressed to the nines, offering no explanation.

And all morning long, between a lazy breakfast and a lethargic movie marathon with your daughter clamoring from one lap to another, you and Gwilym never spoke much about anything to each other. While you realized there wasn't much more to discuss or argue over than hadn't already been hashed out, you hadn't expected Gwilym to just up and leave without a good reason or proper goodbye.

You cursed his name under your breath as you turned off the telly. As you ate lunch alone, you noticed the sun was peeking through the clouds for the first time in forever, and Olive was waking up from her nap with a bored cry.

You could go out too, ya know?

///

"Here, some leftovers." You extended a neatly wrapped plate of food to Joe, who stood wide-eyed in his maroon doorway. You'd never been to his Airbnb before now. You'd had rules you wouldn't let yourself break, before now.

Joe took the plate with a meek thanks, then asked if everything was alright.

"Yeah, yeah. I simply couldn't finish those by myself," You explained. Gwilym was missing dinner, again. "And it's finally nice out. Is there a park around here?" You wondered, shifting Olive in your arms.

"Uh... uh yeah. Just a block away actually. That way." Joe pointed, stuttering in place. You looked in the direction he pointed and hummed. As you turned slightly, planning to go enjoy yourself for once, you looked back to Joe.

"You comin'?"

"Oh, uh, ye-yeah. Sure. Hang on." Joe looked to the plate of food in his hand and nodded before spinning inside, leaving the front door wide open.

You totted Olive back to the rented car Gwilym had left behind, biting back a smirk.

Joe came out moments after you'd situated Olive in her seat, sporting an old sweatshirt and a curious expression. He gave you directions to the park he knew was around the corner while your knuckles went white around the steering wheel.

How was something so easy, so hard? Being around Joe was like choking on a breath of fresh air.

And while you subconsciously relished the sound of his voice telling you where to go, you were both disappointed when you arrived. The park was small and flooded with rainwater from the week long downpour. Joe started to apologize on behalf of mother nature. You just backed out onto the road and said something about knowing a better place, offering to bring him along if he still so desired.

Joe didn't say no. He slumped deeper into the passenger seat, glancing to the buildings and people rushing by with umbrellas. His lips curled into a smile every time Olive babbled from the back. You noticed her in the mirror, and encouraged the girl to go on pointing things out in her own watered-down language.

By the time you made it to the park you'd become most acquainted with on your trip, you'd let yourself stop questioning the peace that had washed over the day, and tried your damnedest to embrace it.

Olive was content, truly happy as you pushed her in a swing just her size. Joe took photos of the slowly setting sun, painting the sky in streaks of gold and purple. And when he settled by your side once more, you picked up on one of those conversations the two of you had so easily. There was almost nothing you couldn't talk about. Almost. But your chatter wasn't enough to keep you warm when the wind picked up and turned Olives nose red.

Joe stayed with her while you went to search the car for an extra layer to keep your daughter warm, but you came up short. He was holding her close when you stepped onto the mulch, and it was Joe who insisted you go back to your rented flat to fetch another jacket or two.

You apologized on the ride, saying something about how you just wanted to have a good day. How you felt badly for dragging Joe into poorly made plans just because you didn't have anything better to do. Leaving out the bit about how you were secretly scared this would be one of the last times you'd get to be around the guy before you went home.

Joe just chuckled, assuring that you had nothing to apologize for, saying something about the spontaneous trip being a pleasant surprise, how he was still having a nice time. You couldn't understand why.

When you made it back to your rented flat, you wrestled Olive into a sweater, and asked Joe if he fancied a cup of tea before you ventured back out. He happily accepted the offer, sitting on your sofa like he was actually comfortable in the place that belonged to neither of you.

"Where is Gwilym tonight?" Joe asked through a humorless laugh. You rolled your eyes, looking back to see your daughter had roped Joe into helping her set up a team of blocks. He worked deliberately to balance a few, not looking your way.

"Your guess is as good as mine." You sighed, moving the kettle full of water and turning the burner on. Olive handed Joe more blocks, and he asked for her help arranging them. You pulled your phone from your pocket to distract yourself from the feelings sprouting in your chest; and to confirm your suspicion.

"He left forever ago and hasn't answered my texts." You sighed, glancing at the couple messages you'd sent Gwilym before you'd left on your own, simply wondering when he'd be back, hardly caring where he'd run off too. He'd seen your messages, leaving hours to pass without a response.

When you rested your phone on the counter with a huff, Joe stood.

"Are you okay, y/n?" He asked, stepping over toys to meet you in the kitchen. You ran your hands through your hair, resisting the urge to pull it all out in a frustrated fit.

"I don't know. I really don't know." You admitted. How had you ended up here? "I don't know where Gwilym is. And I don't know why I'm so upset about it. I should be used to it! We've never spent this much time together. But he just had to tell-"

You stopped rambling just in time, casting your furrowed brow to your feet as you let out a laugh to disguise your desire to scream. After your vexation hung in the air for a beat too long Joe spoke up again.

"You don't have to tell me anything. It's not my place... I shouldn't have asked-" Joe started to take back his concern. You hated the way he subtracted the value of his words when he assumed they didn't sit well with you.

"I wish you knew how badly I want to tell you the truth." You stupidly confessed, looking up to Joe, exhausted by the effort it took to keep your eyes from locking with his.

Joe didn't ask what you meant or urge you to say anything further. He just clenched his jaw and seemed to make a decision. You watched him blink, just before he pulled you into a hug. A real one. Nothing like the sorry embrace he dealt you before you all left the woods, last weekend.

And you let yourself hug him back now, as you'd always wanted too. Because somewhere deep down you knew this was it. Maybe not the last hug, but certainly the best by far. Maybe not the embrace you wished you could convey your feelings through, but the closest you'd allowed yourself to come, yet. The closest you might ever be allowed.

"I'm sorry... for whatever it is," Joe spoke, in a low soothing rumble.

"I'm more sorry, trust me." You replied, voice muffled against his warm sweatshirt. You hated lying to Joe. Even though you hadn't known another reality since the day you met, it felt worse every day.

He was the first to break, moving away slowly like maybe he didn't want to. And you couldn't even fool yourself into believing you'd been imagining things. Not with the way Joe lingered so close, still. Not with the way his hand delayed on your arm, fingers nearly curling into a clutch. Joe was barely an inch from you. You could feel when he held his breath. You watched his focus zero in on your lips and you felt your jaw slack ever slightly. You watched him start to drift closer. And then the tea kettle whistled to life.

The hiss of steam became louder as your senses adjusted back to reality. Joe had yet to break his stare on you, but the spell had been broken, for good. Joe's breath felt colder, and your future seemed less bright than moments ago.

"I should go. I'm going."

He stepped back, yanking your heart out.

"Let me give you a ride." You breathed, turning off the stove and glancing to where you tossed the keys as Joe kept moving toward the door.

"No, that's okay. I'll get a ride." Joe nodded your way reaching for the handle.

"Joe," You spoke his name in a plea to stop him, though you didn't know why. Your stomach twisted in knots the longer you looked at him.

"Goodnight, y/n." Joe offered, before opening the door and closing it behind himself before you could follow and stop him in time. His absence was sudden and hung heavy in the air. Olive stood from her place on the floor and fixated her stare on the door, much like yours. When she realized Joe wasn't coming back, the babe broke into cries like she did when one of her parents abandoned her with the other.

Now everything was fucked. You'd truly and utterly fucked everything all the way up.

///

After putting Olive to bed, the quiet home made your thoughts much too loud. Instead of going on tossing and turning, you shuffled into the living room and flipped through telly channels. Hardly paying attention, just looking for the right noise to drown out the racket running through your mind.

The only sound that broke through your self-pity was the door creaking open. You didn't need to look at a clock to know it was the witching hour. Gwilym tried to keep quiet as he shut the door, but jumped in surprise to see you curled on the sofa, still mindlessly pressing the remote buttons.

"Christ, you're still up?" He asked, shedding his jacket and leaving it to hang by the door. You didn't respond.

"I'm sorry I never texted. I know I should have." Gwilym sighed. He was right, but your anger with him had long fizzled away.

"It's okay." You said simply, keeping your eyes on the screen in front of you.

"What's wrong?" Gwilym asked in a worried manner, moving to sit on the opposite end of the sofa, turning to face you. You glanced his way, considering his genuine expression, and then turned back to the telly, because you couldn't look at Gwil as you started to tell him about your night.

You left out most of the details, but you told Gwilym what happened. How you and Joe nearly kissed. How he left in a flash. How none of it mattered because you and Olive were leaving in a couple of days. You'd be out of the way and Gwilym could go on making his film without worrying about you muffing up the act he kept up off the set.

Gwilym chanted apologies as you retracted back inside your head. You stayed quiet, curled against a throw pillow while your fake husband offered to do something to make this all better. And while Gwilym decided your silence was submission, you both knew there was no use. Not anymore.

///

The next day you stayed in until the very last minute you were meant to be on your way to fetch Gwilym from the set. When you got there, you hurried in with your head down, taking the quickest route to his trailer.

Luckily, Gwilym was already on his way out, greeting you with an oddly excitable smile.

"What?" You asked anxiously, watching Gwilym reach out to your daughter in your grasp, tucking back a bit of her growing hair

"This was always meant to be our last big night out and I think we should still go to have a nice, big dinner. But I was thinking maybe you could stay another week or so. I've been thinking we could-"

"Gwilym. Please don't make this harder than it has to be." You grinned with a sorry shake of your head, moving to walk out with him.

"It doesn't have to be hard." Gwilym insisted, keeping his pace in time with yours.

"We have to go home!" You made yourself clear, stopping to look up at the guy with pleading eyes. He couldn't possibly want to keep this up, either.

"I can't do this anymore." You implored. You'd met your wits' end. Your heart was no longer on the line. It was crushed.

You turned away from Gwil with tears in your eyes, in a hurry to make it back to the car. But it was too late. Ben came floating around the corner, his bright smile faltering when he noticed you, asking what the matter was. You shook your head out of fear if you opened your mouth, you'd only burst into sobs.

And as Ben moved away, he called out in concern to the guy who was meant to be following you.

"Gwilym, mate, why is your wife crying? Is everything-"

Gwilym's immediate and booming response stopped you in your tracks.

"We're not married!"

The battered up remains of your heart slammed to the ground as you froze in place. Oh shit.

"I lied. I'm at fault here, so don't go thinking less of her." Gwilym spoke to Ben, who went silent. As you stalled, stunned, Olive burst into tears, and a hand fell feather-light against your shoulder.

Lucy came into your view, and with one silent look, she escorted you further from the boys and out of the heavy stage doors.

Just as you turned to exit, you spotted a familiar face a few feet away. Joe was standing near the empty stage holding a canvas bag over his shoulder and looking at you with a slack jaw. You hadn't seen him since he fled your kitchen. And now, you knew he'd finally understood what you were trying to say to him that night. He'd clearly heard what just happened.

You were quick to snap your gaze away from his, and follow Lucy out of the place. Olive was crying in one ear, and you could hear Gwilym begin some sort of impassioned speech in the distance. The sun was bright, but not on your side, today.

Lucy slipped into your passenger seat as you buckled a fussy Olive into her car seat. She immediately settled when you handed her one of your old tshirts that was always a Godsend during times like these. Your daughter was subdued to tired whines as you shut the back door and hurried to the driver's side.

"What the fucking hell is going on, darling?" Lucy gave you a bewildered smile as you rested your head against the seat with a sigh. You pressed the heels of your hands to your eyes, pushing tears away. Lucy should be fumming. She should be in the middle of shouting horrid things at you. But she was reaching out to you. She was still a better friend than you, or most anybody deserved.

"Are you ready for a really long and stupid story?" You raised your brows toward Lucy who was literally on the edge of her seat.

You started with how you met Gwilym at one of your flatmate's wild parties. How you both got to know each other over summer bashes and started hooking up when you were both drunk enough. How you and Gwil gave each other a sober shot. You explained your decision to keep the baby you'd accidentally brought along, and how good Gwilym was to you. How you'd settled into a strange little family who slept in different places but spent every other minute together.

Lucy stopped you every now and again to ask questions and laugh out loud. Because the story was ridiculous. And you laughed too. Somehow Olive fell asleep to the tune of your storytelling, but Lucy was hanging on your every word.

"So you're not even really together then, are you?" Lucy realized, giving you a look.

"Never have been, no." You groaned. "He shouldn't have lied. But it's always been easier to leave all explanations aside. The lines were already blurred. We always sat too close together and held hands in crowded spaces. But we shouldn't have gone on lying." You began, turning further to face Lucy.

"I stooped to his level to save his ass. That's all that really happened. And I'm so sorry for it." You explained. Lucy offered you a sip of the iced coffee she'd brought along and placed in the cupholder between the two of you. You gratefully take a swig.

"So that's why everything exploded then. Because you're not meant to truly be together." Lucy spoke like she'd seen the light. But that wasn't exactly it. You and Gwil already knew there was no chance for the two of you. But you'd been friends and co-parents long enough to function as a pair.

"Gwil and I probably would have kept up lying without a hitch if... well, if it wasn't for Joe." You swallowed your nerves as you shot Lucy a timid smile.

"Oh my God." Lucy gave a hint of a nod as she gaped your way. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks. The awkward air between you and Joe must have been noticeable. But to a girl who had become your friend, it was clear as day, now.

Slowly, and with a great deal of caution, you began to explain your scattered feelings. And describing your situation to someone who wasn't involved lifted a weight off your shoulders. It wasn't a heavy secret to carry anymore. But a broken puzzle full of pieces that weren't made to fit together.

"Well, shit." Lucy sighed, once you'd laid everything on the table. Your friend raised a brow and looked to you for one more answer.

"What now?" Just as she asked, you spotted Gwilym walking up to the car, sporting a long face.

"I go home." You glanced toward Lucy. She made a frustrated grumble as she opened the door and hopped onto the solid ground.

"Well keep me updated, please," Lucy asked. "And if you don't come to tell me goodbye tomorrow, I'll be pissed!" The blonde hissed, grabbing her iced coffee, and kissing the air in your direction.

"I love you." You giggled with relief.

Lucy left the passenger door open as Gwilym dragged his feet towards where she left. She stopped Gwil in his tracks with a hand in his shoulder. He seemed to brace himself, and you wondered what the others had said to Gwilym that left him in such a disposition.

Lucy simply brought each of her index fingers to Gwil's cheeks and turned the corners of his mouth up in a foe smile. She gave an approving nod before skipping back inside the studio where no one else had yet to come out.

Gwilym clamored into the passenger seat without a word. The smile Lucy gave him had slowly deflated and he looked to you with a thousand words on his lips that he couldn't yet form.

"Let's have that nice dinner, huh?" You offered softly, starting the engine to the car.

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"How's things?" You greeted Gwilym in his trailer for the last time, asking one thousand questions in one. He was wearing that silly wig and eyes you might have mistaken for sleepy, if you hadn't known how vapid he'd been feeling the past twenty-four hours.

"Lucy is waiting for you outback. There's a bonfire." Gwilym flashed you a tired smile, taking Olive from your grasp. You realized he was staying put, and that you were only on set to fulfill your promise to Lucy. You nodded toward Gwil in thanks, and hurried out of the trailer, around the back lot to find the blonde girl dancing around a burning fire with a few of the stagehands. They each greeted you warmly, just like always.

And when she saw you, Lucy spun to throw herself in your arms.

"As the lovers collided so did the ocean waves." Lucy pretended to swoon hanging off of you. "Oh, did she heave-ho."

"My dearest darling, what will my heart beat for in your absence?" You smiled, holding Lucy up as she lost her balance in your arms. With a shared giggle, she was on her feet once more, looking you dead in the eye. The time for cheesy romance lines had long gone.

"I know I asked for a goodbye, but I've changed my mind. I want you to promise I'll see you again soon. Honestly." Lucy arched her brows and nodded your way. It wasn't a sweet sentiment. It was a genuine demand to keep your friendship afloat. You'd already RSVPed for her sister's gallery opening, anyhow.

"I promise." You agreed, clinging to her slim shoulders.

"Good. Because you have an event to attend in January." She pulled you into a tight hug, as the other's voices dissipated, leaving the fireside.

When you pulled away from your hug, everyone had slowly tricked away. But someone was approaching the abandoned party, stalling to stand alone. It was Joe.

Lucy noticed your perturbed gaze and gave you a final nod, before skipping away from the bonfire. How silly to let something burn with no one around to enjoy it, you thought, scanning the now-empty space. Joe was in his normal clothes, a tshirt, and jeans. He kept an unreadable gaze on you as he came to a standstill a couple of steps away.

"Where's Olive?" He asked like he was genuinely concerned by her absence.

"With Gwil." You sheepishly noted, daring to look Joe in the eye. You knew he knew everything. You even figured he might have known some things you didn't realize. This was your first exchange since he nearly kissed you. Since you nearly let him. The space between you now was just as cool as it wound up being that night.

"Well, I've got a train to catch." You decided because withering under Joe's frighteningly undecipherable gaze was about to make your chest cave in.

"I guess this is goodbye then, huh Mrs. Lee?" Joe's tone was mixed up, sad, and angry and confused all at once. Your heart plummeted at the sound of the name you asked him never to call you.

"I'm really fucking sorry for lying to you." You spoke up a little louder in an effort to keep your voice from cracking. "You don't deserve to ever be lied to. I wish we met differently, Joe. I'm so fucking sorry." You slowly backed away from the bonfire light and Joe took one step toward you, as if to ask you to wait up.

That's when Ben suddenly appeared, fuming. "Gwil deserved the family you lied about having, you know?"

You jumped a little, surprised by his appearance as he cursed at you. You hadn't heard or seen him coming. He was just there with balled up fists and a windblown wig. And Ben was right. Gwilym deserved the perfect life. The same one you'd always envisioned for yourself. He was a trophy father. And a damn good friend. You weren't.

"Whoa, Ben-" Joe spoke up, stepping a little closer to you, with actual fire reflecting in his glossy gaze. Your hurt feelings were ever so slightly numbed by his protective stance. But Ben was right.

"I know, Ben." You nodded. "I'm so sorry. Don't let my stupid actions affect your relationship with Gwil. He loves you, for real."

Your throat grew tight as you spun in a hurry to leave. The gravel crunched under your feet while you stormed back around the trailers to find Gwilym.

But you'd seen Rami first. He was still dressed as Freddie, and chattering to his assistant in a thick accent, past a fake mustache. You knew that somewhere past all the method acting, that Rami knew about everything that happened in the past 24 hours. Because Lucy knew. She knew everything.

You cast your eyes toward your feet, praying you wouldn't catch Ramis glare if he chose to look at you. Even though you knew he'd never broken his character from Freddie on set, you could feel Rami notice you.

"You're leaving?" The dark-headed man stopped you in your tracks, gently grabbing your shoulders and dropping his accent. The shift in character chilled you to the bone.

"Yeah, I gotta go home." You whisper looking into Rami's starry eyes. You could see he wanted to talk, but you could only pull him into a very tight, very brief hug. And it was then that you realized you were leaving this place. And these people. You tried to hide the tears building up in your eyes as you gave Rami a very weak goodbye and scampered off to the trailer you left Gwilym in.

He was changed back into glasses and a ball cap, packing Olives toys back in her bag. You didn't even realize that you'd let a couple of tears fall until Gwilym glanced up and gave you a look you recognized from days gone by...

"I'm so sorry Y/N." He opened his arms toward you. How was he to know that his castmates were going to become his very best friends? How was he to know you'd fall in love with them all as well? He was only thinking of himself. He was selfish. He hated to see you cry.

"Me too." You rang. Gwil had only panicked. He wasn't perfect. And you did love him. You tried your best to make that work. But it wasn't enough. You'd let him down and he uttered the truth from rock bottom, last minute. All you could do now was fall against Gwil's chest and reign your sniffles in. His heart broke as his hands carded through your hair. He didn't want you to leave like this.

But you did. You had too. Neither of you said very much as Gwilym helped you load up your luggage. Fuller, with gemstone decorated handbag Lucy gifted you the first night you met, and Olives new oversized plush penguin from the aquarium.

Gwilym held your hand on the rainy ride toward the train station. He hugged his daughter goodbye and promised you both he'd be home for Christmas. You clung to Gwilym before your train rolled in. You would miss his comfort in the months to come. Even when he was the one who caused you such trouble, he was the first to try and make it better. And his attempts were usually successful.

You watched him watch you leave, feeling all too much like something bigger than what the two of you shared had broken and shattered with your parting.

Olive usually cried on long rides away from Gwilym. Now, she slept soundly at your side while the roles reversed, tears staining your cheeks before the train was too far from the city.

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alexlabhont · 4 years

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I didn’t mean to fall in love with you

Chapter Two

Book: Queen B - Choices (Universe)

Pairing: Poppy Min-Sinclair x Trans!Male MC (Beck Hughes)

Genre: Canon re-write (Because I can)

Rating: Anyone can read it, really... I think.

I´ll be posting this one over here because Tumblr, for some reason, thinks my secondary blog is a bot...

This is me trying to write by and for the Trans community, specially FTM community, meaning, trans guys, but I actually took the liberty to use They/them pronouns for everyone out there who´s interested (Also, the name Beck was the most neutral one I could find, trying to use the cannon Bea Hughes)

Now, about the PAIRING... I will be using choices style, kinda. If you have any comment, PLEASE BE RESPECTFULL and patient with me. This is also my first english fanfic and english is not my mother language, so... i’m sorry fo the grammar errors

CHAPTERS

The beginning

Chapter one

ONE-SHOTS

Just a dance (Zoey x MC)

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One of their favorite things of all New York experience it's having lunch with Zoey. The girl was funny and interesting and she always had the right conversation to spend time with. Also, she had an incredible taste in music, they both even shared some classes together, working in pair so often that the rest of their classmates just knew they weren't available to them.

So when Beck found out Zoey co-produced the last summer hit, they weren't surprised, what was making some teeny tiny noise in their head was…

“Did you really co-produced Lightning and you didn't tell me?!”

… That.

Beck was impressed, of course. They where proud! That song was one of their personal favorites, so the fact of knowing they were collaborating all this time with such a spectacular talent was an honor.

“To be fair, you never asked” She chuckled.

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, Zoey: Hey, my name's Beck, had you ever co-produced a summer hit? Because I haven’t”. Beck ironized. The news were all over The T, and it definitely had to do with a little lunch Zoey managed to have with the same Professor Roberta, making her finally be friends with Beck. “By the way, thank you very much. You didn’t have to do that.”

“Babe, you just bought us a $200 lunch. I think you deserved not to have some teachers bad blood”

“Maybe I did it to be on your good side” Beck winked towards her, making Zoey laugh.

“Such a charmer, aren’t you?” Zoey opened their room door, finally reaching their home. “Careful, Beck. You’re going to make me believe I'm your favorite girl.”

“How says you aren’t?”

“Hum… I don’t know” She tapped her chin with a perfect polished fingernail, pretending to be thinking about it. “Maybe some little bird called Ina Kingsley.

Ow! Low blow

“Ah, gotcha!” Zoey laughed.

“Ok, that’s completely unfair! You know it was one-time thing and we ended whatever that was as soon as we found out we were teacher-student” Which was practically the very next day, by the way… kinda.

“Still… I think you should make it up to me for it.” Oh, that little flirty game between them. Beck was curious about it most of the time. Was it just a joke? Something more? Back at Farmville they never had a friendship relationship like that one, but Zoey was never really clear about the matter neither.

Instead, she always came up with some Ina related topic and it was confusing as fuck. I mean, yeah, they kissed Zoey in front of everyone in that football kiss cam. Beck thought that time that it was very clear they wanted to be more than friends with her. But apparently, she didn't feel the same, so… they won’t be pushing her. Beck would never oblige someone to be into… well… them.

“What can I do? Please tell” They said, playing along with her.

“You're a smart one. I'm sure you’ll find a way to do so.” Damn it, Zoey…

“I already have a few ideas… Scandalous lingerie.” Beck joked some more, a mischievous smile on their lips. “I’m thinking satin sheets, handcuffs, maybe a blindfold…”

“I like this image. You, sprawled out on the mattress, completely at my mercy…” Zoey moved closer to them, trailing her finger up their arm, making them shiver.

“Come on, Zo. Back down already! At least show me something, do something.”

“I might just take you up on that someday.” She said before walking away, teasing them.

“Gwaah!”

Beck hated that. Really, that kind of frustration was no good at all.

“Crap, I'm gonna be late for music theory! This is not good. The prof is a total hardass.”

“Told ya! You should’ve choose professor Liam as I did. You brought this on yourself.”

“And now you’re just an asshole” She said smiling, hitting Beck right on their arm.

“Ouch! Rude…”

“I’ll catch up with you tonight, yeah?”

“It’ a date”

~~X~~

“Are you sure you’re ok, Poppy?” Veronica asked. She looked preoccupied, and she was… But Poppy wasn’t the one in her mind. The blogger was worried for Chloe.

She was number one now, dethroning Poppy so suddenly that it was suspicious, especially knowing the blonde dumb head girl. She adores Poppy since they were kids, Chloe would never betray her, never. But of course, Poppy wouldn’t see that; no, the strawberry blonde was furious, feeling backstabbed, feeling like revenge…

Of course, you couldn´t blame her. She lived all her life between smoke and mirrors.

“Of course I am!” She replied, knotting her white transparent beach dress, covering up a sexy pink bikini. Poppy took a deep breath and accommodated her cleavage so it shows part of her chest, just a little, seductively inviting, but demure enough no to seem made on purpose. She was an expert on it, and she was about to prove her theory right about now. “I´ll take care of that traitor later…” She checked the hour on her phone. She had invited Farmsville to come there around this time. Test number one: They needed to be punctual, no lover –real or fake- of hers is an irresponsible with her time. She had better things to do than waiting around for an asshole. “Now come, Hughes must be here by now”

“No, I think I’m going to stay right here. Light’s perfect” Poppy rolled her eyes at the way Veronica was trying to find the right angle to make her face look impossible good. She always manages to do so, though.

The strawberry blonde crossed the room, walking through the cabin towards the swimming pool room, she could see Beck there, on time, talking with Michael. Poppy smiled to herself.

“Test passed, Farmsville…”

“… It was built by the Alphas and Zetas as a place to study, party, hook up… Now the only people who come here are - -“

“The people I decide should be here.” She made her entrance.

Test number two: Is Beck into girls? Kissing Zoey didn´t count, Poppy herself had kissed a lot of friends without liking them, she had to prove it herself first hand. So she walked to them with confidence, head up high while moving her hips seductively, attentive to Beck´s every reaction, reading their face, their expressions, the little gulp in their throat, the way their eyes opened wild, checking her out, looking at her boobs…

“Disgusting pervert”

… to her eyes, were Beck fixed their own to stay, always to the face. Beck was trying to be polite, respectful, but the red on their cheeks was exactly the same they had back in the class. They liked what they saw, Poppy knew it. Just to verify, she took a look at the rest of Alphas, who looked away the moment they were discovered. Ugh, gross.

“… but… you have manners. I like it… Second test approved. Well done.”

“Welcome, Farmsville. Let’s discuss our little project, shall we?” An inviting smirk was drawn on Poppy’s lips, willing to test the limits of her new discovery, how much more could she play with Beck today?

“Oh, sure. See ya guys at gym” Beck said, bumping fists and shoulders with the Alphas as if they were good friends. One more of them. For an instant, Poppy found herself wishing they won’t turn Beck into a brainless gorilla. Beck was fine just like already was.

A blonde head caught her eye from behind Beck, saving her of questioning what was that though about because the anger crawled its way up her stomach, keeping her from minding of anything else. “Hold on. What is she doing here?”

The fucking nerve!

The audacity!

Every person in the room was watching Chloe, but nobody had the rage Poppy had. Of course she made them block the entry, how dare she?! After a little scene, that bitch finally went away. To think she considered Chloe her very own best friend! Deep inside, she was hurt, she felt used… The society was right: never to trust anyone, because their always pretending, always faking no matter what they said. Waiting the right moment to strike. That was a mistake she was never going to repeat. Never. She was about to leave, ready to start the project, but of course, Beck was about to ruin her mood one more time.

“That was… pretty rough…” What did they just say? The strawberry girl observed Beck. There was no rest of respect in them, conversely, Beck looked at Poppy as if she was Narnia´s White Witch, what happened to the little lamb look? “I get it if ya’ll are in a fight, but isn’t she supposed to be, like, your best friend?”

God, they were an idiot.

“You´re not here to be my moral compass, Farmsville. Shut the fuck up and walk with me. The rest of you, get out. Now”

Once alone, they both walked slowly around the pool, silence… She didn’t enjoy that. At all. But it was necessary and she couldn´t show any weakness sign to anyone there. Especially not Beck. But… She was now sure of one thing: Beck didn’t care about looks, but actions, or… feelings?

“Have you checked the student ranking today?” She asked, her voice softened. Beck shook their head. They looked at her phone, and after a while…

“Oh boy. Chloe is…”

“Don´t say it…” She was angry, venom caught in her throat, but instead, she let that out like a whisper. A hurt one. She wasn’t faking it, but controlling her emotions on her benefit. Wanting more test, Poppy slipped off her heels and went to sit at the edge of the pool. A moment after, she felt Beck doing the same.

“Bingo”

“It’s just as my parents told me… You don´t have any real friends, Poppy. Just allies. Hmp! Looks like they were right all this time.”

“Poppy, I…” They said, unsure.

“Such a shame.” She stopped him, going back to the anger. “I don’t know who she thinks she is, or who she had to sleep with to knock me out of my spot, but if she thinks this is over she is so wrong. It’s utter betrayal is what it is. That girl is dead to me.” Silence. Was that too soon? Did she got it wrong, again?

“Poppy, you´re too hot to worry about this”

Yes… now they can play.

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it-me-ari · 4 years

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Some fluffy Gabriel stuff idk

Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I've decided to try this thingie called "selfshipping" or something idk man. Anyway, this is me writing about me and Gabriel, it's gonna be cringey pls don't judge. (Also please note that my english is not the best so there will be mistakes)

At the risk of angering Crowley by stealing his line, I entered the room with a casual, very british "Hello boys" to Sam and Dean, who just came back from a hunt. Both of them looked up and smiled tiredly and greeted me with warm hugs, which was much appreciated by me, I love hugs. After they told me everything about the hunt, while eating the chilli I made them, I sent them to shower and get some rest. When they were finally asleep I went up to my room in the bunker and looked at the photos at the wall, that showed me and my old friends during happier times.

I've been hunting with the Winchesters for almost a year now and somehow we became family, after all they're all I've got now. They picked me up after a pack of werewolves killed my friends during our first vacation without our parents. I only survived because I could hide long enough for Sam and Dean to arrive and kill them all. After they explained everything I was determined to became a hunter too and begged the brothers to teach me, they agreed after I used my puppy eyes. I was never exactly close to my parents so I didn't bother telling them that I went hunting monsters with two strangers, it's not like they would notice my disappearance anyway.

On the following evening I heard the boys talking to an unfamiliar voice coming in library when I returned from grocery shopping. I was very curious to see who they were talking to but I turned to the kitchen first and refilled our stocks. Then I went to the library, where I found Sam and Dean talking to a man with blonde hair, wearing an old jean combined with a leather jacket, that was all I noticed, since he had his back turned to me. And also he wasn't very tall. Before I could say anything Sam looked up and smiled: "Hey Angel." They called me 'Angel', like some of my friends used to, because my real name was too long for them. The stranger turned around and eyed me curiously. Damn he was handsome, I didn't expect this. "And who is this cutie?" he asked the brothers with a playful smile, while he kept looking at me. I was probably supposed to blush or giggle in a cute way, like girls always did when a good looking guy made them a compliment. Instead I just smiled akwardly and looked away. "Thanks" I murmured and left the introductions to the Winchesters. Not that I wasn't flattered or happy that pretty boy thought I was cute, I just didn't know how the react properly, since I wasn't really used to being complimented. The moment unknown dude called me 'cute' a frown appeared on Dean's forehead and he was about to put the stranger in his place when Sam stepped in with a polite smile to avoid a fight. "Angel, this is the archangel Gabriel, he's a friend. Gabriel, this is Angel, she's family." Before anyone could say something Dean interrupted: "which means you are not allowed to call her cute or try anything funny under my watch! Do we understand each other?!" he growled, narrowing his eyes. Gabriel was unfaced by the thread, instead he threw a sassy grin at him. "What if you're not watching? I could arrange that, if you want?" Dean rolled his eyes and moved a little closer to me. "You know how I meant that." That was all he said, it wasn't necessary to say more. "Anyway, it's a pleasure to meet you, Angel." Gabriel finally said and gave me his hand with an adorable smile.

"Nice to meet ya too." I answered shyly and shook his hand, I couldn't look hin in the eyes for more than a few seconds. Finally he turned away from me and sat down on one of the armchairs standing around. The brothers and I sat down on the large couch, standing next to the chair. Somehow I ended up between Sam and Dean, with Dean still throwing threatening glances at Gabriel, who didn't seem to care or was even amused by that. "Then let's get back to business, shall we? I am here for a reason after all." Gabriel asked in a cheerful voice and beamed at the rest of us. The next few minutes he explained the details of a possible case near Washington DC. I was quiet most of the time while the boys discussed the case, I just threw in a few facts every now and then. Finally we decided to let the topic rest until the next day and Dean pulled out a bottle of whisky from god knows where, to fill our glasses. The rest of the evening was spent with casual conversation. To my surprise I got along with Gabriel, or Gabe (as he insisted I should call him), very well. After my second glass of strong scottish whisky I finally found the courage to talk to him and didn't stop. Luckily one of us was responsible *coughs* Sam *coughs* and took away my glass before I got too drunk. This way it was a very nice evening that got me a new friend. "I think I'll go to sleep now" I finally said, unable to stop myself from yawing every five minutes. I got up without staggering (I was almost sober after all but still, it was an accomplishment) and looked around with a tired smile. "I'll escort you to bed, if that's okay?" Offered Gabriel perfectly polite and with another adorable smile. Dean didn't look too happy about it but he let it slide, thanks to Sam whispering something in his ear. Meanwhile I looked at Gabe with a confused expression. "Uhhh sure.." I finally answered and nodded slowly, not sure what exactly was going on. Gabriel just smiled and took my arm, together we walked to my bedroom. "You stay outside while I change." I ordered hin with a stern gaze. "Of course! What do you think of me?!" Gabe responded, fake offended and with a mischievous spark in his eyes. I just rolled my eyes playfully and shut the door to change into my night gown. When I was finished I sat down on my bed, ready to sleep, as a wild idea crossed my mind. "Gabe?" I called, hoping the angel would still stand in front of my door. "Yes?" Was the immediate response, followed by Gabriel sticking his head through a half opened door. "Would you mind staying with me while I sleep? Like in my bed?" I asked and blushed like, embarrassed with myself. He actually looking a tad surprised at my request at first but that only lasted a few seconds, then he smiled gently. "Like cuddeling?" He asked in a low voice and came closer to me. I just nodded, still embarrassed, I felt very needy, asking a man I met only a couple of hours ago to cuddle. Gabriel's smile broadened as he layed down beside me, wrapping his arms around me. Very carefully I layed my head on his chest and listened to the beat of his heart until I fell asleep.

#pls don't judge me #I know I'm a bad writer let me live #please don't mind my mistakes #let's all be soft for Gabe #supernatural gabriel #gabriel #my angel #supernatural #self insert #self ship #self ship community

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pixieungerstories · 5 years

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Mistaken World Bonus - 2

Part 1

Feeder Orc, or someone like him, watched me eat my lunch. And my dinner. And every meal after that until, eight meals later we were back to beige.

He watched me not eat that one again. He stormed over and shouted, “Eat!”

I jumped, dropped my tray, looked at him in horror, then tried to run away.

He caught me before I had made it more than a couple of steps.

I just went limp as a bunch more of them came over and had a chat I didn’t understand. In the end, he dumped me on the ground next to my spilled meal. “Pick up,” someone snarled.

I tried to scoop as much of the goop back onto the tray as I could. If they made me eat it anyway, it wasn’t going to be at all improved by the extra playground dirt.

Once again, I was herded into the school, only this time, we went to one of the classrooms on the second floor.

There were a bunch of orcs sitting around a table. Their uniforms were nicer and they all had a bit of grey in their hair. One of them sighed as he stood up and came over to take my tray.

“If you are refusing to eat in an attempt to get better food, it won’t work,” he said in a surprisingly unaccented voice.

I stared at him for a moment, then shook my head. “I didn’t ask for better food. It’s just that I can’t eat this meal. Normally, I just pass it along to someone else who needs it, but the others are afraid to take it now.”

The old guy glared at me, “You need it. Your meals are balanced to meet all your dietary needs. You need to eat all of them for that to work.”

I swallowed and looked down at my one size fits no one stretchy shoes. “I can’t,” I whispered. “I eat all the others, but this one make me sick. I break out in a rash and feel gross for a whole day after eating it.”

He frowned, then he snatched the tray from my hands took three huge strides and dumped it into a garbage can in the corner. Then he waved me out. I turned to leave, but the one who had brought me was blocking the door. He had a hurried conversation with the old guy. Someone at the table chimed in. There was a quick but heated conversation, then my guide lead me back to the cafeteria. He got his tray of prime rib and took me over to sit at the same table with what were probably the same group.

“Are these your friends?” I asked.

“No,” he snorted, even as one of them, said, “Yes.”

“Oh,” I didn’t know what else to say. I hadn’t realized that they all spoke English or maybe it was just these ones.

I waited politely for the guy to eat his lunch, but instead, he pushed it towards me. I stared up at him in shock. “Why are you feeding me?” I whispered.

“So you eat,” he replied.

I didn’t know what to say to that. I picked up the bun and carefully ripped off a piece to eat. “But you need to eat too.”

That caused a ripple of amusement. Then someone at the end of the table got up, got an empty tray from the line. He brought it over and put a slab of meat on it then slid it towards me. Someone else intercepted it and added some of their carrots. The next guy added all of his zucchini. My host took the tray, to much protest.

“For her,” the first guy snarled.

I swallowed and very still. I had to force my voice to be even when I asked, “Why are you feeding me?”

They echoed my stillness. The silence went on too long and became suffocating. Finally, the first one repeated, “So you eat?”

I couldn’t tell if that was a question because he wasn’t sure it was the right answer or if it was because he thought it was so obvious he didn’t know how I didn’t understand that. I carefully set the bun on the new tray in front of me.

Everyone frowned. I fought to stay still.

OK, then, time to see if I was clever or dead.

“You are all a lot bigger than me,” I said softly. They nodded. “You are all too close and I feel like prey.”

There was a long moment of nothing. I looked up into four confused faces. The one at the end rumbled out something I couldn’t understand and suddenly they are all leaning back from me.

OK. That was a good sign.

“I would like to go back to the other humans now.”

Nothing.

I pressed my lips together and thought hard. “Humans are a herd species. We do better in groups. Putting us alone in rooms was used as torture.” They were still all watching me. “I want to go back to my group now.”

“Eat first.”

I looked up at the one sitting on my left who was insisting on feeding me, “What’s your name?”

Now he winced, “You can’t say my name.”

“Oh.” There didn’t seem to be anything else to say to that. I picked up the bun again and fidgeted with it.

The one who had seemed to have translated my earlier statement about feeling like prey, spoke again, “Chest wrong shape to say names. He is -” then he name a noise like an elephant rumble.

I stared at him long enough that he ducked his head, either embarrassed or doing a credible impression of being embarrassed. That left me wondering how many of their mannerisms were their own and how many they were parrotting from watching us.

I put a piece of bun in my mouth and chewed thoughtfully. “You are right. I can’t make that sound. I can’t say that name.”

They all relaxed a little. That had to be a real response right? Could you fake muscle tension - well, yes, of course you could. That was what actors did all the time. But it seemed more likely that they were fighters tensing for a battle than actors performing a role.

Except they weren’t human, so how would I know?

I finished the bun and repeated, “I would like to go back to be with the others now.”

The one across the table for me asked, in very garbled English, “Oo refoos fud fra us?”

I had to translate that then think about it. “Obviously, I can’t. If I refuse to eat the food you provide, I have no way to feed myself.” The tension came back at that. “I don’t like leaving the safety of the herd.”

“You gave food to mother,” the guy at the end of the table said softly.

I frowned and tried to remember what he was talking about, “I don’t … I don’t know what you mean.”

The guy on my left said, “You can’t eat food so you give to other human. Mother.”

“Oh. Yeah. I didn’t know you knew she was expecting.”

They all nodded slowly.

I awkwardly picked up a chunk of cooked carrot with my fingers. “I wish you had names I could learn. It would be easier if you weren’t all -” I stopped. ‘Nameless monsters’ was not the phrase to use in this situation, neither, I suspect, was ‘the same.’ For the life of me, quite possibly in the most literal way, I could not figure out how to finish that sentence.

They were watching me expectantly.

I just sagged and dropped my eyeline to the table.

“Give us names,” the speaker at the end said.

“What?”

There was a general nodding from this small group.

“Names you can say,” guy on my left agreed.

I looked around and realized the cafeteria was mostly cleared out. This whole thing was getting more and more uncomfortable. I licked my lips nervously. “Naming people is a big responsibility,” I countered.

That made them a lot more attentive. It didn’t help me relax at all.

“I wouldn’t want to rush that and make bad choices.”

They all nodded solemnly.

“It would be easier if I was back with my people and had some time to think about it.”

“Not eaten food yet,” Lefty pointed out.

“Neither have you,” I countered.

Everyone except for Lefty snickered. He grinned at me and popped a whole chunk of prime rib into his mouth.

I concentrated on eating my carrots and zucchini.

The talker on the end of the table growled something at Lefty, who promptly dumped another slice of meat on my tray where the carrots had been. OK. Well, the honesty thing hadn’t gotten me killed yet.

“Why did you do that?” I asked.

“You do not have to accept my gifts,” talker explained, “but you should still have some meat. You will eat food from him, so now you have some.”

That was not comforting. “What did I just agree to by accepting food from you?” I asked.

That caused a flurry of talking that I did not understand, but the general consensus seemed to be ‘nothing.’

“OK,” I said hesitantly. “I am going to take you at your word that this food does come with strings -” shit! Could they even understand that idiom? Looking up the answer seemed to be no. “That you aren’t going to make me pay for this food later,” I finished lamely.

Understanding dawned. The talker at the end got it first. Lefty was next, then mumbler across from me and the silent one only understood after someone translated it for him.

When they all were watching me expectantly waiting for me to continue, I added, “I’m not leaving the beef because of you, personally. I can’t eat it without a knife to cut it into smaller pieces.”

That started a huge discussion that I was no part of. It stopped immediately when I touched Lefty’s arm and suddenly they were all staring at my hand. I snatched it away and mumbled a frightened, “Sorry!”

No one said anything.

“Please,” I begged. “Please just let me go back to the others.”

They all immediately stood up and lead me out. Three slices of very nice beef left abandoned on the tray. I felt a little sick at the waste but was so relieved when we reached the exit to the school yard, that I bolted back for the tent city.

The next time it was beige food, I didn’t even bother getting in line. I stayed in my tent instead. The following meal, I was pulled out of the tray return line by one of the smaller orcs and brought through the school to an upstairs classroom to face and older guy who could have been the orc that threw out my lunch the last time I was here. He was sitting at a conference table covered in randomly shaped things that I didn’t have any hope of recognizing.

“You refused to eat again,” he said, not even looking up from what he was doing.

“Nope!” I answered promptly. “I just finished eating my … whatever that was like a good girl. You don’t have to worry about me.”

Now he looked up and glared at me. Well, shit. I knew it wasn’t going to work, but I had to at least try. I coughed, looked down and shifted uncomfortably.

He sighed, then said something I didn’t understand. The one who had brought me picked up a small recliner and positioned it across the table from the old guy. Once I was seated, he left and the old guy started to speak.

“I reviewed the surveillance from the last time you were here. You repeatedly asked to leave and were not assisted in that. Do you wish for the ones that did that to be punished?”

I gaped at him. When he spoke again, I realized his lips didn’t match the sound of his voice. Did he have some sort of translator? How did that even work? Oblivious to my thoughts, he continued, “We have learned to ask humans before disturbing their social contacts. You have a propensity for self harm otherwise.”

There was a lot to unravel in that statement, starting with “I’m not sure if they count as social contacts, but I don’t want them punished for trying to help me.”

He nodded, or at least bobbed his head. His eyes never left mine. That was more creepy than I can even begin to explain. I shivered a little and tried to get that under control. “I am told that you only refuse one meal and you are consistent about which one that is,” he continued.

I nodded.

“Explain that to me.”

I took a deep breath, “I don’t know why, but after I eat that one, I feel sick. I don’t want to be sick so I have stopped eating that.”

He cracked his knuckles without breaking eye contact. I looked down at my hands clenched in my lap.

“It is unwise to put your enemy in your blind spot. How do you not know that?”

I shrugged without looking up. “If you want me dead, there isn’t a damned thing I can do about it. What is the point in seeing death coming?”

The silence was ringing.

“You think I would kill you?”

I didn’t really know what to say to that. “I am very aware that you could,” I finally whispered. When I looked up he was still watching me, but now he was rubbing the skin at the base of his tusk.

“We can not provide special food for humans who refuse to eat.”

“I know. You already told me that. If you have surveillance then you must know I have never asked for special food. All I ever did was avoid the food that makes me sick.”

“You aren’t getting enough nutrition to lose the calories every eight meals.”

“Oh.” I thought about that as I picked at my clothes. I was wearing what was basically a prison uniform, the same as every other human in the camp. We were all slowly losing weight since we arrived. It was slow enough that it was hard to notice, but it was happening. “I’m not sure what you want me to do about that.” I thought some more. “You said you were trying to avoid causing me to self harm, but the only thing I can change in this situation is to die faster.”

He didn’t say anything to that. Finally, I looked up. He was still staring at me. “Can I go now? Or is there anything else you wanted to tell me?”

“I want you to explain to the medic how the food is making you sick. Then you can return to the others.”

I nodded. He went back to whatever he was doing. Someone stepped out of my blind spot, making me jump. I was led through the school to another classroom. This one had a wall knocked through to make the room bigger. There were orc sized beds. One orc was pointing a light at another who was laying down.

My guide spoke with the standing orc, who replied and pointed to one of the chairs. I sat and waited. These chairs were nowhere nearly as comfortable. Eventually, the one with the light came over and I tried to explain allergies to him. It took hours and he kept pressing strange things to the inside of my wrist.

Finally, he nodded and I was taken back outside. It was full dark by then. There weren’t any yard lights or street lights and the moon wasn’t full enough to really see by. I took a couple of hesitant steps forward, but when the door closed, I was plunged into darkness. I stood very still and waited for my eyes to adjust. It took me a long time to find my tent.

#orc boyfriend #space orcs #monster boyfriend #reverse harem - later #fundraiser

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jungstruly · 5 years

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Velocity || Wong Yukhei

Biker!Lucas AU and Soulmate! AU

*Summary: In a world where in whatever markings (tattoos, scar, birthmark, etc.) your soulmate has would appear on your skin too. You were always curious about who he is. Whoever that may be, he has been ever so careful not to hurt himself. You were grateful for him, really.

Not until you almost deliver a speech on the entire university population with a massive dick sharpie drawing on your left cheek. That’s the time when you have never wanted to kill your soulmate so badly.

*Word count: Around 4.8k

*Warning/s: profanities here and there, cat calling, harassment, a bit of violence against women, yAnG yAnG being a side character and giving you a hEaRt AtTaCk

(p.s. I like the sound of Yukhei compared to Lucas so, I’ll use his Chinese name. Happy reading!)

“Not again,” Your best friend whines beside you and you can’t help but look up from your laptop. “This dude needs to bubble wrap himself up.”

She sighs as she run a hand on a new purple bruise on her wrist. You can’t help but snort, chomping on your croissant. Your eyes not leaving your laptop screen, reading what you just typed. “Your soulmate could either be a trouble magnet or just extremely clumsy.”

The quiet coffee shop starts to buzz with different conversations as university students start to come in groups. Your best friend gives a sigh of defeat. She crosses her arms and leans back on her chair.

“I just wish he would take care of himself more.” You hear her whisper. Your hands typing something quickly on your keyboard. “Hey Y/N, can I borrow your sharpie?”

You rest your chin on top of your palm. “It’s on my backpack’s small pocket and,”

A wide smile is in your face, turning your laptop to her. “Done! Now I want you to proof read my speech for me.”

There is no response from her so you look across the table. She was grinning wildly as she writes something on her palm. You chuckle in amusement.

“Wow,” You tease her. “Look at you being love sick and all.”

She looks up with small blush on her face, closing the sharpie marker. “So what if I am?”

You take a glimpse of what she has written on her palm. A ‘please be careful :( ‘ is written neatly on it. You can’t help but smile at her sweetness before scrunching your nose. “Too cheesy,”

Your best friend tries to hit you across the table. “Shut up. I’ll start to read your draft now. Happy?”

“Very,” Stretching your limbs before standing up, your hand grabs your purse from your bag. “I’ll buy something. Do you want anything?”

She waves you off, eyes glued to your laptop. “I’m good.”

You stand at the end of the line. It was lunchtime already. The place is starting to fill up little by little. Your eyes squint at the menu above. As you silently debate on getting their Greek Salad or chicken pesto sandwich, you can’t help but to feel uneasy. The boisterous group of boys in front of you keep on throwing side glances. You try to give them a polite smile as you awkwardly cross your arms. The blonde boy looks at you from head to toe, obviously lingering on your legs before turning to his friends.

“Damn, I would do anything to get between her legs.” He says rather too loudly. “Fuckin’ look at those.”

You fume with anger. “I can hear you crystal clear dickhead.”

His friends turn their heads with wide eyes. He fakes a gasp before making his way towards you. His bicep flexes as he run a hand through his blonde locks.

“Oh you did?” You hold back the urge to roll his eyes at his extended hand. “I’m Wes by the way and you are?”

“Leaving,” You glare at him and his friends. “I have clearly lost my appetite because of you.”

A loud laugh escapes from him when you start to walk back towards your table. His large hand grabs a hold of your wrist tightly.

“You’re a feisty one. I like that.”

“Let go of my hand.” You demand, trying to break free from his tight grasp. “Please,”

He disregards your plea and starts to pull you towards the door. “We’re just going to have a lovely chat outside sweethe- “

“You heard the lady Langley.” A low voice piped up behind him. “Let go of her hand. You’re hurting her.”

“It’s none of your business Wong.” He spits back. “Mind your own fucking business.”

You look behind him to see the owner of the booming voice. Hooded brown eyes pierced back at your captor. His black hair glimmer whenever sunlight hits it. A couple of piercings can be spot on both of his rather large ears. The tall leathered jacket man towers before the both of you. He is tall however, Wes, the guy gripping your wrist is more buffy than him. Your eyes meet for a second and you can’t help but give him a pleading look.

He sips on his ice shaken tea. “I’ll mind my own fucking business if you start to respect women.”

The hand on your wrist stays the same. “You should watch your words Wong. Before you get beaten.”

Wes nods toward his friends and then back to the leathered jacket man. “Take care of this nosy asshole.”

“I still have business to take care off.” He starts to get drag you again.

“Why don’t we settle this outside then?” The both of you halt on your tracks, turning at the tall guy once again. “Like a real man,”

Wes chuckles darkly. “Are you challenging me to race against you? You have some great balls you got there.”

The man shrugs, stepping forward as he lazily takes another sip. “You have your bike with you, I assume?”

He seems to ponder first. You heave a sigh of relief when he lets go of your hand. You massage it, silently praying that it won’t leave a bruise. Your eyes not leaving the both of them.

“If I win,” Wes catches his white helmet from one of his friends. “I’ll take her and you piss off.”

The tall guy on the other hand lets go of his drink before grabbing his black helmet from his short friend beside him. “But if you lose, you stop bothering girls and keep your dick inside your pants.”

He raises an eyebrow, giving him a taunting look. “Deal?”

“But I never lose,” Wes brags. His friends wolf whistle as they head out.

A smug smirk is left on his opponent, walking pass you. “We’ll see about that.”

You are left standing in the middle of a crowded café with a dumbstruck look on your face. The tall guy’s friend waves his hands at you.

“I’m sorry about that. Wes is just an ass.” You snicker in approval. “I’m Yang Yang by the way.”

“Y/N,” You answer. The two of you walks toward the window where you can see them clearly. “Hey, how good is your friend? My ass kinda depends on him right now.”

Wes hops into his white Ducati before putting his helmet on. A bashful smirk never leaves his lips.

“Oh you mean Yukhei?” He proudly beams as the both of you watch him put his black helmet that perfectly matches his jet black Ducati. “Don’t worry,”

Yang Yang softly pats your shoulder. A glint of mischief can be seen on his large eyes. “Wes won’t bother you anymore.”

+++

“Y-you almost got what the other day?” Your best friend wipes her lips, coughing on her water after you finish telling her everything; from getting harassed by Wes to Yukhei beating his ass on a heart pounding race. You pat his back as you watch her helplessly.

“You heard me.” You twist your pen in boredom. Your professor is late, again.

She looks at you with wide eyes. “And why didn’t you tell me sooner? Why did I just heard about this just now?!”

“I did,” You defend yourself. “You’re just too pre-occupied with your soulmate. Didn’t you say he starts to write back on your palm?”

She smiles at you sheepishly. “Oh, fair enough.”

You wave the topic off. “Anyways, what do you think about my speech’s final draft that I sent you last night? Was it okay?”

“More than okay,” Your best friend reassures you. “You’ll do good on Monday. I just know it.”

“You think so?” You nervously smile. “What if I mess up in front of the whole student body? O-or what if I-“

Her hands engulf yours in a reassuring manner. “Sweetheart, you will smash it.”

She watches you flinch when she swipes her thumb on your knuckles. A frown is evident on her face as she sees your bruised knuckles.

“Oh my God, what happened?”

You shrug, caressing your bruises. “My soulmate seemed to have a rough day. Whatever it may be, it must’ve pissed him of that much cause this is actually a first.”

Your best friend pats your back sympathetically before sitting properly. Your business accounting teacher starts her class with a pop quiz and a long ass discussion. The thought of your soulmate drowns her voice. A long sigh comes from your lips, staring at your purple and red knuckles. You lost yourself in your train of thoughts as you mindlessly walk towards the campus gate after the class.

“I’m sorry,” You immediately apologize when you bump into someone, causing his books and binders to scatter on the ground. You pick up the loose paper sheets as fast as you can. “I’m so so sorry. I wasn’t looking.”

“It’s okay. I was actually rushing and i- hey, Y/N right?”

You immediately look up. Yang yang’s familiar smile greets you and you can’t help but sigh in relief.

“Yes,” You hand him a book. He places it on the ground before crouching. “Yang Yang right?”

He nods, stacking his book. “You look like you’re in a hurry. You can go if you want. I can handle this.”

You wave your hands, shaking your head. “No, helping you is the least I can do. If you don’t mind me asking, do you know where can I find your friend, Yukhei?”

You scratch the back of your neck. “I never thanked him properly the other day.”

“He’s still busy in class.” Yang Yang answers. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell him.”

You reach the paper near him. He stops on what he’s doing, eyes trailing on your hand.

“What happened to your hand?”

You wave it off by laughing. The both of you dusted yourself up as you give him the last stack of paper. “Soulmate problems,”

His knees weaken as he smiles weirdly. “S-soulmate?”

A nod is your only response as you try to study his face. Yang yang laughs before rushing towards his department, leaving you dumbfounded. He turns to you one last time while trying to balance the large pile of books and binders on his arms.

“Thank for the help Y/N and oh,” His grin is too wide. You worry about his cheeks. Hell, you worry about his sudden change of mood. “Your soulmate is one lucky fella!”

He almost crash into someone again as he run like his pants are on fire. Shaking your head, you chuckle at his jolliness before spotting your chauffeur standing patiently beside a black sedan. Still thinking on how you can repay Yukhei’s kindness on the way home.

+++

Yukhei grabs Wes by his collar before taking one full swing on his jaw. His face hit the concrete. He spits a blob of blood beside him as he maniacally laughs. The adrenaline rush still in their veins after the match. Wes’ buffy exterior seems to not match Yukhei’s tactical approach. He doesn’t like fighting because he knows it’ll be messy. Besides, his soulmate would suffer the consequences too. Guilt washes over him as he glances at his knuckles. Wes suffers a lot of his jabs and swings. Yukhei thinks that’s enough for him to learn his lesson.

“Here you are crawling like a pathetic loser,” Yukhei runs a hand through his hair. “Can’t really accept the fact that I won the race that you really need to corner me here and play dirty. Huh?”

“You just got lucky pretty boy.” Wes tries to sit up, holding his abs. “You really think that’ll stop me from getting in her pants?”

“Why you little shi-“ Yukhei grits in his teeth as he strides to him. Yang Yang interferes between them as he places a hand on his heaving chest.

“We should go.” He tries to be calm. He’s too afraid of what his friend can do. “You know Wes is all bark, right? He wouldn’t touch a single strand of her hair. He doesn’t know her name. He won’t find her.”

Yukhei gives him a death glare, pointing at him. “Don’t fucking disrespect woman if you really want to keep your balls intact you asshole.”

The short boy drags his giant friend away before he kills the man.

+++

A Sunday night is the perfect time to study and prepare for the upcoming week. Not for Yukhei. For him, Sunday night is a party night. After his encounter with Wes the other day, he decides that it’s best for him to let go and let loose again. His dorm mate gives him a disapproving look while he checks his outfit on the mirror. He decides to just wear a simple black shirt paired with his favorite black jeans.

“You’re seriously going to sneak out on a Sunday night?” Yang Yang disbelievingly asks Yukhei. A white towel tied securely on his waist without any top. He rubs the foamy soap on his face. His cute yellow ducky headband pushes his hair off of his face. “We have to be present on the sports fest’s opening tomorrow morning for goodness sake.”

“I don’t think that’ll stop me from having fun.” He swings his legs on their window. His bike’s keys on his hands.

Yang Yang rolls his eyes before heading to the bathroom. “Don’t drink too much. You know you can’t really handle hard drinks or any alcohol for that matter.”

“Yeah, yeah,” He waves his friend off. “Don’t wait up for me.”

And with that, Yukhei is off to the ‘Turf’, a famous race track beside a party house in town. In just one night, he wins race after race, victory after victory and drinks shots after shots. He passes out on the couch, surrounded by wild people intoxicated with alcohol.

+++

“I’m on my way.” You glance at your watch again. “Shit, I’m coming!”

You end your call with your best friend as you quickly drive with whatever car there is in your garage. It happened to be your grandad’s old and dying mustang. Your chauffeur is asked by your mother to take your little brother to pre-school, clearly forgetting you have an event today. It must’ve slip their minds for your mom was hurrying to meet an investor and your dad is called for a meeting in their department. You curse to yourself for waking up late. You woke up with just 20 minutes before the ceremony.

Because of that, you swiftly change into your baby blue dress and your white pumps. Brushing your knotted morning hair while driving. You sigh in relief when you realize that you are just in time.

“Hey,” You breathe out to your best friend. “How do I look?”

Her smile falters as she looks at your face. “Oh my God!”

“What?” You panic as she rummages through her make up bag.

“Have you seen yourself in the mirror? Oh my God, Oh my God…” She repeats.

“And now for the opening remarks.” Your eyes widen with her. “Our speaker is the President of the student government, the College of Business Administration’s representative…”

“Why?” You try to fix your hair. “Do I look bad?”

“Worse!” She screams in horror as she shows your reflection on her hand mirror. You almost feel like breaking down right there and then when you saw a humungous drawing of a dick on your cheek. The both of you start to rub the drawing off with some wipes.

“Why does my soulmate decided to act up? Why now? I’m just a minute away from delivering a damn speech!” You rub your cheek furiously. Your cheek is turning red because of the friction. Nevertheless, it’s working. Little by little, it’s working.

“-all welcome, Ms. Y/F/N.”

“Shit,” With one last glace on your reflection you walk towards the podium. The sharpie drawing on your cheek luckily fades because of your harsh cheek scrubbing session earlier. An obvious red mark is on your cheek. Still, you do not want it the other way. You smile before starting your speech that you practiced a couple of times. You spot a jumping Yang Yang in the crowd and you can’t help but give him a subtle smile. He waves at you before furiously pointing at the guy beside him. It is Yukhei. Except this time, his piercing stare is replaced by a shy gaze. His nervousness can be seen in his eyes as her try to avoid eye contact. Yukhei pushes Yang Yang’s body behind him. You shrug it off before completely focusing on your speech.

+++

The ceremony ends well that morning. The sharpie fiasco did not hold you back from getting your speech done. You rub your tired eyes, stretching your limbs. You have decided to volunteer and be a facilitator on a chess match. It is almost 10 in the evening. You aren’t aware that you have taken a nap that long. A warm hand touches your shoulder.

“Thank you for assisting me in today’s chess match love.” The old librarian softly says.

You place a hand on top of hers. “No worries Mrs. Potts. You go ahead to your grandson’s birthday party.”

“I’ll lock this room for you.” You sweetly smile before grabbing your sling bag. She waves her hand as she walks toward the door.

“Thank you Y/N and make sure you do.” She flies you a kiss. “The physics department are kind of strict with their classrooms.”

You watch her disappear from the hallway. You double check the room before you lock it up. Your heels click as you walk down when a faint light coming from another classroom near the exit catches your attention. You curiously peek from the door. A guy’s back is turn against you. His hands writing in lightning speed as he answers a complicated equation. The sound of chalkboard screeching bounce back on the empty classroom and you can’t help but marvel at his speed. You can see his muscle flex through his white shirt.

“Yukhei always loves physics.” You almost have a heart attack when someone whispers behind you. You look behind and you see Yang Yang staring intently at his friend. “He basically sucks at every subject except physics. He literally breathes and eats physics. He solves it if he’s stress or if he’s bored or if he just wants to have some ‘fun’ as he says”

The both of you stare at his back as he continues to solve. “That’s mainly the reason why he’s the best at racing.”

“It’s his secret.” He whispers beside you. You are in awe as you watch him get lost in his own little world. Smiling to yourself, you walk towards the exit.

“Hey Y/N, don’t you want to go to Lucas?” He waves a paper bag. “I bought dinner. Maybe you can join us.”

“Thanks but I think I’ll pass for now.” You rummaged through your purse before handing a small box to him. “Hand this to Lucas. It’s a small token of gratitude.”

He nods before you head to the parking lot. You must’ve judged Lucas quickly to be surprised by his ability. You really thought that he’s just a black leathered jacket wearing guy with a bunch of piercings who rides his motorbike to escape his responsibilities and what not. It turns out, Yukhei is something more. Because of that, you get more drawn to him. You remember his shy gaze when you were at the podium. His deep ass voice and his dark brown eyes. If you look closely, he has a cute baby face behind his dark and strong façade.

Your cheeks blush as you hurriedly look for your car keys. “Cute? You think he’s cute? I m-mean yes he is but-“

You talk to yourself in the empty parking lot. You curse when you accidentally drop your keys.

“You really think that I’ll leave you that easily baby?” Blood runs out from your face and you freeze at your spot. “Nice speech by the way.”

You gulp, slowly turning your head. “What do you want this time dickhead?”

He shrugs slowly striding towards you. His blonde hair glistened under the parking’s light post. “I’m just here for the unfinished business and fucking Wong can’t stop me this time.”

+++

“How fast did you finish it this time?” Yang Yang places the paper bag’s contents on top of the teacher’s table before propping himself up.

Yukhei looks at his watch, popping a sushi on his mouth. He chews before answering. “3 minutes and half. A minute quicker than last time.”

His friend nods as they devour their meal. Yang Yang grabs the small box from his pocket before throwing it at him.

“Catch,” With fast reflexes, he did. “It’s from Y/N.”

Yukhei coughs out the stuck suchi rice from his throat. “What? How?”

He grins before putting his chopsticks down. “She saw you solving that. She asked me to give it to you before she heads out. I invited her to dinner actually but she declined.”

A soft smile is evident on Yukhei’s face as he carefully opens the small box. His cheeks blush furiously when he sees a silver key holder with a small motorbike charm. He immediately grabs his keys from his pocket.

“You’re blushing.” His friend teases. “Who would’ve thought that your freshie crush turned out to be your soulmate? This is like an early senior year gift. I’m jealous.”

“Shut up.” Yukhei tucks the new keyring back his pocket. His old one already in the trash bin. His friend laughs and he can’t help but be thankful for him. If it weren’t for Yang Yang’s clumsy ass back then, he would not know that his bruises on his knuckles from his fight with Wes are on yours too. He can’t help but feel extremely guilty because of his own carelessness the day before your speech. The faded dick drawing on your reddened cheek makes him frustrated and disappointed at himself. He made a mental promise to be more extra careful with everything. He does not want you to be hurt, ever again.

“Thanks bro,” Yang Yang makes a thumbs up at him.

He chomps on his sashimi. “When will you tell her this soulmate thingy? How are you going to tell her?”

Yukhei shrugs before walking towards the blackboard to start cleaning his mess. “As much as possible, I don’t want to tell her right away. I don’t want to rush her or put pressure on her just because we’re soulmates. I’ll make her fall in love with me.”

He dusts his hand before smirking at Yang Yang. Eyes wide, Yang Yang walk towards him.

“Shit!” He exclaims, “Yukhei, your cheek is bleeding.”

His hand immediately flies into his face. He hurriedly run towards the full sized mirror near the door to check his face. A scratch is evident on his cheekbones. It isn’t that big but it makes him worried and angry at the same time.

“Y/N,” He breathes out in realization before running towards his parked Ducati just outside the building, leaving his friend behind as he blindly searches your whereabouts.

+++

Wes pins you down on the ground. You hiss at the sudden impact. You wince when you feel a scrape on your cheekbone. Oh boy, he won’t get you that easily. Not without a fight. You flail your arms and legs, trying to throw a punch on his face. It lands on his jaw and it stuns him, giving you enough time to stand up.

“You’re not going anywhere.” He grits, pulling your leg down. A scream left your mouth as you come contact to the ground again. “We’re not finish yet!”

A mixture of sweat and tears is evident on your face. You plea, “Please don’t. Please,”

With one swift motion, he swipes you off the ground. Your upper body dangling on his back while your legs are securely lock on his arms. Your light blue dress already rag and dirty. Your sobs echo through the empty lot. “Let me go you dickhead!”

“Hey Langley,” A familiar deep voice echoes through the silence of the night. “Didn’t I fucking tell you to stop disrespecting woman if you want your balls intact?”

The blinding headlights of Yukhei’s Ducati blinds you for a second. Like a deer caught in headlights, Wes puts you down. Your heart sinks when your eyes meet Yukhei’s. His death glare is replace by a worried look. You bite your lips as tears threaten to fall from your cheek. He turns his attention back to Wes, striding towards the both of you.

“I called the cops so if you don’t want to be put behind bars then I suggest you scramble back home.”

“How about a fucking no Wong?” He hides you behind him. “How about we fight like men. Huh?

“Oh for Christ’s sake Langley!” Yukhei’s voice booms. “This is not pre-school anymore! Let her go before the cops come for your ass.”

“You’re bluffing,” He bluntly answers before he hears sirens coming from afar. His eyes widen before he runs away.

“This is not over yet!” Wes shouts before sprinting for his life. You watch him disappear out of your sight before turning back to Yukhei. He sprints towards you, engulfing you into a tight hug. The calming smell of musk and mint fills your senses. You melt in his arms, bursting into tears.

“I’m here, I’m here.” He cooes. His large warm arms pull you tighter to his chest. Pushing back your hair, he looks down at you. “Look at me darling,”

Your teary eyes meet his calming brown orbs. “You’re safe now. I’m here,”

This make you burst into tears, burying your face into his chest. “I-I thought no o-one will come a-and…”

“Nothing’s going to hurt you now, okay?” Your terrified sobs make Yukhei’s heart break into tiny little pieces as he strokes your hair.

“Darling, you’re safe here with me.”

+++

You sit inside the ambulance. A blanket drape on your shoulder as you chug down a glass of water given by the paramedics. The wound on your cheek has been taken care off by them. Your tear stained face searches for Yukhei. You find him being interviewed by the police. You hop out of the van. The blanket is obviously large for your figure. Yukhei walks towards you.

“Get back inside,” He places a hand on a small part of your back. You stay where you are.

“Thank you,” You smile before walking towards him. You place a warm hand on his cheek. He leans on it with a small smile. His large hand on top of your small ones.

A gasp leaves your lips. “Yukhei, you’re bleeding.”

“I’m fine,” He cough, slightly turning his head towards the opposite direction. “Your parents are almost here.”

“Yukhei,” You sternly says, grabbing his arm. “Let me see,”

“No! It’s not that serious”

You sigh, “Let me see. Don’t make me repeat myself again.”

With a sigh of defeat, he looks at you. Your eyebrows furrow as you see an identical scratch near his cheekbone.

“Y-you,” You gasp. “You’re my soulmate?”

He awkwardly scratches his nape. “I guess I am,”

Yukhei looks at your unreadable impression before walking closer, face inches away from each other. He brushes your hair back before leaning closer. You gulp, completely nervous with his next step. You close your eyes, anticipating his warm lips on your lips. Your eyes flutter open when you feel a long kiss on your forehead.

“We don’t need to rush Y/N. No pressure though,” He gives you a boyish smirk as he pulls away. “We have all the time in the world.”

You smile at his words before scrunching your nose. “Too cheesy,”

You can’t help but melt in his arms again.

“I’ll take my time to make you fall in love with me.” He gives you a toothy grin before kissing your hairline. “And you’ll take your time to fall in love with me.”

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Augustine: [Waits in the lounge for her, writing a few details of La Boîte as inspiration for his next book. He crosses his legs as he leans back, before he sees her feet on the ground in front of him] There you are. Do you remember my name today? [Peers up at her behind his glasses]

Emmeline: [Searches for the page with her upcoming client’s information, using the journal that her daddy told her to get. She reads her notes, finally committing his name to memory this time. Reaching the lounge she inhales deeply and hears Elias’s voice in her head] Make him feel like he’s all I see. [Speaks to herself before seeing him in his seat. She saunters to him and wears a sweet little smile on her lips, shaking off her anxieties] Bonsoir, Monsieur. [Greets him with a honeyed tone before he returns it with a condescending tone. She lowers her eyes, instantly feeling intimidated by him, more so than she did when she first met Elias] Of course I did. [Smiles charmingly] You are Monsieur Clement. [Leans down as she gives a polite kiss on his cheek] How are you this evening, Monsieur?

Augustine: [Blinks as he’s pleased she remembered his name but he doesn’t let it show] I’m impatient. [Stands up and towers over her] And I’d like a proper kiss, Emmeline. [Stares down at her]

Emmeline: [Tries not to think of Elias while she’s with her client. She smiles as she tells him his name, but is disappointed as it doesn’t seem to gain any reaction from him] Impatient? Je suis désolée if I took too long, Monsieur Clement. [Takes in a breath as he stands up. He easily stares down at her, making her feel more intimidated under the scrutiny of his gaze] Monsieur, you may call me Emme if you’d like. [Tells him before hearing his demand. She steps closer as she meets his gaze before closing her eyes and placing a soft, lingering kiss on his lips—a change from the pecks she would give before] Do you feel better now? [Traces his jawline with her fingertips, giving him all of her attention]

Augustine: [Says nothing as she continues talking, his features expressionless and unreadable] I would not like. [Tilts his head] Why ruin the name your mother gave you? [Squints his eyes behind his dark frames but he softens and closes them as she kisses him] Hm.. [Melts a little internally as he cups her face and kisses her again, this time slipping his tongue into her mouth to deepen it a bit more] Oui. Je vais à Maison des Mots. [Murmurs as he starts to walk, his hand on the name of her neck as they head toward there] I want to finish fleshing out some ideas before we have dinner. [Crosses the lounge and down the hall as he makes it to the library’s lounge. He chooses a private nook and sits on the couch before pulling her to him and letting her rest her head on his lap as he pulls out his journal] Did you have other clients today, Emmeline? [Strokes her hair as he reads over some of his notes]

Emmeline: [He makes her feel guilty as he brings up her mother—causing her to wonder if she’ll be able to fake her way through this when he challenges her so much. She starts to pull away but is surprised as he takes another kiss] Monsieur.. [Speaks between the exchange until he deepens it. She tries to keep her tongue to herself but as she feels his something stir inside of her, making her helpless as she tastes him back] Mmm.. [Moans softly before pulling back, lips and tongue tingling with the foreign sensation. Goosebumps appear on her flesh as he touches her sensitive neck, a weakspot for her] Oui, Monsieur Clement. Whatever you wish. [Looks around as they walk, hoping to see her Elias before they enter the library] I’ve never been here before. [Parts her lips as she finds it so beautiful, always having had a fondness for books. Her excitement is clipped as they enter a private area, realizing that it’s the first time she’s really been alone with him or any client] Oh.. Merci, Monsieur. [Bites her lip as he makes her rest her head on his lap. She feels wildly intimidated but stares up at him, taking note of his chiseled jaw and the speckle in his blue eyes] Hmm? Non, Monsieur Clement. Just you. [Speaks honestly, hiding the fact that her daddy had her this morning. She’s pulled from reverie, involuntarily purring as he’s soft with her] I’m glad that I am only yours today. You won’t have to share me. [Speaks her sweet words before taking his hand as she lays soft kisses on his knuckles] What are you writing, Monsieur? Perhaps you can read something to me? [Gazes with her doe-shaped eyes, a dimple appearing as she tries to keep the lightness between them]

Augustine: [Blinks as she seems to try so hard, not liking how it feels fake, but he finds her cute. He lets her kiss his hand but removes it as he looks through his notes some more] I’m writing a novel. [Murmurs as he taps the end of his pen against his lips] It’s nowhere near ready. [Shakes his head] You like being read to, don’t you? Like a child? [Cocks a brow as he eyes her]

Emmeline: [Listens to him as if he has her undivided attention. She watches as the pen draws her eyes to his lips, noticing the curves of his mouth and almost finding it “tempting” to kiss him and see if she’ll feel that tingling sensation again] What is it about, Monsieur? Is La Boîte the source of your inspiration? [Asks as she’s genuinely curious. Hearing his reply, her smile fades and her brows furrow slightly] Oh. Oui, I suppose. [Hates how he makes her feel as he looks at her. Trying not to sulk or feel embarrassed, she puts on the facade again and gets off his lap, sitting beside him but leaving space] I just wanted to hear your voice, Monsieur Clement. There’s something intimate about being read to, wouldn’t you agree? [Tilts her head as she meets his eyes]

Augustine: [Is suspicious of whether she’s trying to sell details of his book to someone, and he ignores her question. He thinks for a moment wondering if maybe he should find a different escort] I find it intimate in a way a parent is with a child. [Blinks] Two equals wouldn’t find that to be romantic.. they would both read separately and discuss. Once someone is reading it to you, you’re already tainted by their perception, non? [Doesn’t look at her as she gets up from him, writing potential dialogue down] I wish you would be honest with me, Emmeline. I don’t like frauds. [Finally gazes at her] You try very hard when you don’t need to.

Emmeline: [Doesn’t understand his cold nature, but tries her best to adapt to it. Hearing his explanation, her lips part as she stares at him, trying to study him. It makes her think of Elias, loving how easy it is with him while she feels frustrated with Augustine] Honest? [Raises a brow before exhaling as he exposes her. She feels embarrassed and wonders if this is a test, but doesn’t play the act any more] I wouldn’t need to try so hard if you would be less cold towards me. [Purses her lips] Equals can still read to one another. A mind doesn’t stop even if you’re hearing a voice other than your own. [Retorts as she feels challenged by him] At least mine doesn’t, Monsieur. [Looks away as she bites her lower lip as she gets up] I’m going to look around. Excuse me, Monsieur Clement. [Heads to an aisle, feeling heated and sulky]

Augustine: Do you truly think whoever is reading to you is actually your equal? [Scoffs as he rolls his eyes. He lets her storm off, taking off his glasses and rubbing his face as he wonders if he should just find another escort. He walks to where she is] I’m going to ask for a different escort. You can keep tonight’s payment. [Says, completely serious as he doesn’t have time to spend babying this girl] Au revoir, Emmeline.

Emmeline: [Pulls a book from Beauvoir and flips through it before furrowing her brows as he walks up to her. She parts her lips as he tells her that he’s done with her, instantly regretting her reaction as it means that her stats will go down and she’ll lose money for her maman] Je suis très désolée, Monsieur Clement. [Expresses genuine remorse as she takes his hand to stop him from leaving] I shouldn’t have reacted that way. S’il vous plaît, forgive me. [Gazes up at him, meeting his cold eyes] I.. I am new at this. But I can learn. I am willing to learn and be better for you, Monsieur. [Tries to fix the situation, remembering how Elias said that he fucks clients if they’re mad at him, but she can’t exactly do that] You can teach me to be better.. [Moves closer to leave little space between them as she stares through her thick lashes]

Augustine: [Blinks as he hears her, hearing her sincerity. He softens ever so slightly as she comes closer] I don’t know. [Licks his lips] We don’t seem like a good fit, do we? [Tilts his head] I can tell you don’t like me.

Emmeline: [Puts the book away as she hears him. She doesn’t say anything as she thinks of how to salvage this or how Elias would react. Acting on impulse she takes his hands and places them on her hips, leaning in as she kisses his throat before tiptoeing to leaves kisses around his jaw] S’il vous plaît.. [Stares at him deeply before pressing her lips onto his. Easing into it and getting over the intimidation, she parts her lips and traces the shape of his mouth with her tongue, begging for an entrance]

Augustine: What are you doing? [Bites back a moan as she litters his flesh with kisses] Emmel— [Is interrupted by her kissed his hands gripping her tight waist as he kisses her back, pressing her up against the bookshelf as he’s hungry for the real her]

Emmeline: [Slips her tongue into his mouth as he parts his lips for her. She doesn’t think as she focuses on what she feels] Mmngh. [Moans as he traps her between the bookshelf and his body. She grips his hair before biting on his lower lip] Teach me, Monsieur.. I’m willing to learn. [Whispers against his lips, her chest heaving as she stares into his piercing eyes]

Augustine: [Grunts as she bites his lower lip and grips his hair, wanting to dominate her. He turns her roughly around and grips her hair] Mon étudiante? [Laughs darkly as he speaks into her ear, his other hand cradling her face] I don’t think you’re ready for such things, Emmeline. [His hand moves from her face to her throat, down over her breasts and between her legs, tormenting her little clit over her panties] Mm.. [Places a chaste kiss on her neck before pulling away completely] Pick a book. I will read to you.

Emmeline: Ugh! [Whines as he makes her face the books, hitting the shelves as he handles her roughly. She swallows as the dark tone in his voice makes her body shiver] Monsieur.. [Parts her lips, trying to move away from his touch but he’s strong enough to keep her in place. She bites her lip as she tries not to moan, brows furrowing as he has his hands over her breasts] Monsieur, don’t.. [Grips his wrist to stop him before gasping as he adds pressure onto her clit, violating and arousing her all at once. Inner thighs quiver as she tries not to find pleasure in his touch. As he pulls away, she feels at a loss for words, shocked and conflicted as the fabric of her panties feel wet] Quoi..? [Blinks as her mind races before trying to calm down] Oh.. Oui.. [Quickly grabs something before handing it to him. She heads back to their private area, ignoring the discomfort between her legs]

Augustine: [Smiles as he makes his way back, plopping down and crossing his legs. He grabs the book and chuckles] How appropriate. [Murmurs as he flips through and finds the excerpt he’d like to read to her] “Because to influence a person is to give him one’s own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts, or burn with his natural passions. His virtues are not real to him. His sins, if there are such things as sins, are borrowed. He becomes an echo of someone else’s music, an actor of a part that has not been written for him. The aim of life is self-development. To realize one’s nature perfectly—that is what each of us is here for.” [Reads smoothly and effectively] That was my point earlier. [Murmurs as he flips through the pages]

Emmeline: [Feels tension and slight guilt as she sits next to him. Her body is still in a frenzy from the memories of his touch before she tries to distract herself with the sound of his voice. She listens intently, brows furrowing as she starts to understand what he meant—making her wonder if it applies to her and Elias. Trying to ignore it, she finds herself drawn to his velvety smooth voice, feeling attracted in that moment] I see. Merci beaucoup, Monsieur.. [Trails off in deep thought before looking at him] By reading to me.. do you now think that you have some influence on me, Monsieur? [Tilts her head, thinking that a person can choose to be influenced or not]

Augustine: [Turns to her] Yes. I already influenced you to think about how you’ve been influenced by others, did I not? [Cocks a brow]

Emmeline: [A small, amused smile appears on her lips as she finds his intellect quite attractive] Je suppose que tu l'as fait, Professeur Clement. [Bites her lower lip before looking away] I think that we’re all a collection of people we’ve encountered. [Runs her fingers through her hair] We can develop on our own.. but we still take bits and pieces from everyone in some shape or form. It’s not something that can be entirely avoided. [Starts to feel shy as she speaks, probably looking foolish in his eyes]

Augustine: [Listens to her speak, smiling slightly as she’s open with him] Oui. That is an astute observation. [Licks his lips] What bits and pieces have you taken from others, Emmeline?

Emmeline: [Blushes softly as he expresses a small smile, making her find him more handsome] Well.. I started to write more of my thoughts into a journal. I took that from.. a very good friend of mine. [Smiles softly as she thinks of her daddy] Do you think that you have anything to take from me, Monsieur? [Asks softly as she gazes into his eyes, feeling relaxed for once as he talks more]

Augustine: [Listens to her intently] I think I have plenty of things to take from you. [Stares at her intensely] What will you give to me. [Pulls her to him and makes her straddle him, placing his hands on her waist innocently enough as he looks up at her]

Emmeline: [Feels slightly weak as he looks at her as if he wants to devour her] It depends on what you want, Monsieur. [Smiles coyly as she warms up to him before parting her lips as he forces her on his lap. She places her hands on his shoulders, wondering if he’s aware of the restrictions] You can have a kiss from me, Monsieur. If you’d like.. [Leans down as she kisses his cheek, lips lingering]

Augustine: [just watches her above him as he leans back on the couch] Oui, s’il vous plaît. [Turns his head to catch her lips, licking her mouth open and sucking on her lower lip] Hmm.. [Pulls back and rests his forehead against her chest] I want you, Emmeline. [Murmurs] But you’re not that kind of escort. [His fingers trace lines on her exposed back from her dress] I should find another, Oui?

Emmeline: [Involuntarily moans into the kiss, not realizing how she’s pressing herself more against him as he sucks on her lip] Mngh, Monsieur.. [Her body feels hot, not understanding how he’s able to make her feel this way. She tries to relax as his face is near her full breasts, feeling heat racing down her spine as he touches her] Quoi? [Parts her lips as he makes her feel conflicted. She can’t bring herself to sleep with anyone but she also doesn’t want to lose him] Non, don’t find someone else, Monsieur Clement. [Pouts down at him] You wouldn’t abandon your étudiante, would you?

Augustine: [Blinks] But you can’t give me what I want. [Bites his lip as he looks up at her behind his glasses]

Emmeline: [Stares deeply into his eyes as she searches for an answer. She never intended on having sex with any of her clients, but she can’t bear the thought of losing another client and seeing him with a different escort] Can’t I give you other things, mon Professeur? [Sinks onto his lap as she leans towards his neck. Inhaling his scent, her body reacts to his smell as she grinds slowly on him] Mon attention.. [Kisses his throat, biting a small spot before easing it with her tongue] Mon affection.. [Punctuates his jaw with her lips] Ma dévotion.. [Takes his hands and places it on her round backside as she rests her forehead against his] Is it not enough, Professeur?

Augustine: You wish to tease me. [Pouts as his cock hardens beneath her movements] I want to be inside you, Emmeline. [Puts his hand on the nape of her neck]

Emmeline: [Lips part into a sultry smile as she eyes him heatedly—her pussy aches as she hears the torment in his voice] Mmm.. I think I need to learn a few lessons before I go any further, Professeur. [Her lips are near his but she resists from his kissing him. Running her hands down his body, she rolls her hips just to get a feel of his hardness] Don’t you agree, mon Professeur? [She can feel the tension between them, feeling shocked as her attraction grows]

Augustine: [Groans as she grinds on his cock, pulling her down for a kiss] Mm.. what do you want me to teach you before you give yourself to me? [Speaks against her lips]

Emmeline: [Gives him a slow, teasing kiss as she swirls her tongue all over his] How to be a good girl, Professeur. [Bites on his lower lip a bit defiantly] How to tease you.. [Smiles coyly as she can get an idea of his length against her pussy]

Augustine: Mm.. I think you already know how to tease me. [Growls as his takes his fingers and rubs her full lips before pushing them into her mouth and pressing down on her tongue] And I know you know how to be a good girl. [Loves the sight of her pretty face with his fingers in her mouth]

Emmeline: [Her body feels hot to the touch as he growls his words at her. She lets herself feel hypnotized by his dark gaze as she kisses his fingertips before whining softly from being forced to take it into her mouth] Mnghh.. [Takes his wrist as she closes her eyes, holding him in place as she pulls back, swirling her tongue all over his digits before bobbing her head to take him again—she keeps up the rhythm, wanting him to wish that her mouth was elsewhere] Tastes good, Professeur.

Augustine: [Groans as she shows off for him. He pulls his wet fingers from her mouth and moves them between her legs, pushing her panties to the side and rubbing her little clit] You’re wet. [Growls his words lowly before he slips his middle finger inside her, thumb pressing on her clit]

Emmeline: [Her devious little smile fades as he lowers his hand and slips it under her dress] Professeur, non.. [Tries to stop his hand before gasping as she feels his digits against her exposed pussy. Gripping his hair, she quivers and moans as he teases her clit] Non.. Enough, Monsieur.. Ughhh! [Throws her head back, moaning harshly as his digits slips into her tight opening. She bites hard on her lip to stop her noises while trying to hold his hands wrist back] It’s not allowed.. Mmm.. Professeur stop.. [Walls tighten and her clit swells, feeling helpless as he keeps her in place]

Augustine: [His eyes beam as she enjoys his touch so much] It can be our secret, Emmeline. [Murmurs as his other hand keeps her on him] I told you I wanted to be inside you. [Speaks lowly]

Emmeline: [Opens her eyes and sees the devilish look in his gaze. She glares at him, hating how conflicted she feels as she’s so helpless to resist it] You.. You have to stop, Monsieur. S’il vous plaît.. [Speaks in a begging tone while her walls constrict around his digits. She pulls his hair and hides her face in his neck as she involuntarily moves her hips to feel the length of his digit, soaking him in her juices]

Augustine: Hm.. you don’t really want me to stop, do you? [Smirks as she grinds against his finger] Tell me you like it when I’m inside you, Emmeline. [Speaks into her ear as he keeps working her pussy, pressing harder on her clit so she cums for him as he circles it]

Emmeline: Arrêtez.. S’il vous plaît.. [Whines as she hears his filthy words in her ear. Her body can’t resist from grinding into his hand as he torments her. Her eyes roll back as he presses on her clit, pussy throbbing violently] Mngh! [Whimpers harshly as her body convulses, her orgasm courses through her and draws out juices from her cunt] No more, Professeur.. I can’t take anymore.. [Grips his wrist as her inner thighs shake, gasping as he pleasures her bundle of nerves too much]

Augustine: [Laughs darkly as she cums, continuing to torment her so she can quickly reach another and another] I won’t stop until you tell me what I want to hear. [Bites on her ear lobe]

Emmeline: Monsieur, arrêtez! [Cries out as he doesn’t stop tormenting her pussy. She cums again and again, the sensation overpowers her and almost feels painfully] I like it, Monsieur! I like you inside of me! [Squirts all over his digits the instant that he bites on her lobe, her body crashing against his as she can’t take anymore of it]

Augustine: [Is thoroughly amused as she gives in, catching her cum in his hand as he moves it to his mouth and licks and sucks his fingers clean] Mngh.. [Smears it over her lips, letting her taste herself]

Emmeline: [Brows furrow as she has a look of sexual frustration on her features. She parts her lips as she watches him taste her pussy on his fingers] Mon dieu.. [Whimpers as the sight makes her ache, finding him so filthy before she tastes it on her lips. She doesn’t lick it off as she leans in and kisses him aggressively, getting it all over his mouth before biting hard on his lower lip defiantly]

Augustine: [Moans into the kiss, liking that she’s a bit eager for him now before he grunts as she bites him, tasting blood] Mm.. are you trying to prove you’re a bad girl, Emmeline? [Slaps her cheek before gripping her face and kissing her harshly]

Emmeline: Maybe. [Stares at him darkly as she sees the blood on his lips before whimpering as her cheek turns hot from his slap] Ungh! [Weaves her fingers through his hair, gripping it as she kisses him back, not understanding the hunger she feels. She breaks off the kiss as her pussy throbs again, knowing she needs to calm down] No more.. No more, Monsieur..

Augustine: Mm.. okay, Emmeline. [Says, satisfied that he made her cum] I’m hungry now.. [kisses her neck softly] Shall we have dinner at Le Refectoire? [Takes her hand and kisses it, feeling sweet now that he’s gotten a bit more]

Emmeline: [Adjusts her panties, feeling like a complete mess before purring softly as she feels his kisses] I’m a mess, Monsieur. [Pouts before fixing up her dress, noticing how he’s much sweeter than before. She blinks at him before leaning in as she wipes the blood from his lower lip] This can’t happen again, Professeur. [Blushes softly as her body still comes down from the high]

Augustine: [Pouts as he hears her] Will you report me? [Tilts his head as he look up at her]

Emmeline: [Gazes down at him as she shakes her head] Non.. I won’t, Monsieur Clement. [Bites her lip as she never considered it but her body clearly wanted him in that moment] I won’t say anything.. [Leans down to kiss him softly]

Augustine: [Feels relieved as she kisses him] You didn’t like it? [Pouts] I’m willing to pay more. [Rubs the sides of her arms] Did I make you uncomfortable?

Emmeline: [Blushes at him, shaking her head before feeling that strange stir as she sees his pout] I.. I did like it, Monsieur.. [Speaks softly before gazes down at him as she strokes his jaw] Pay more to have me? All of me? [Tilts her head] Non, you don’t. I’ve never gone this far with a client.

Augustine: Oui. I’ll pay whatever the price is. [Stares up at her, feeling himself start to obsess over her] Bien. [Smiles as she reassures him] We can go up levels. I’ve read that you can do certain things with escorts in tiers.. would you be comfortable with that? [Bites his lip, thinking about tasting her]

Emmeline: [Parts her lips as she never expected a client to want to pay more for her. She considers it as she thinks of how it’ll help her more with her maman] I’ve heard of that too, Monsieur. [Thinks about asking Elias about it but feels worried that he’ll be upset] Hmm.. If we take it slow, Monsieur. [Blushes as she gets off his lap but keeps close to him] Would you still see other escorts?

Augustine: [Smiles softly as she considers it] Oui. I want to fuck. [Shrugs] My students keep trying to fuck me but I never liked the mess that brings. [Purses his lips]

Emmeline: [Raises a brow as she hears him, not wanting anyone to threaten her position with him or have competition] Porquoi? You have me, Monsieur. You don’t need another escort. [Stares at him heatedly as he speaks in such a crass manner, not at all how she expected him to be] I’m not surprised, Monsieur. [Places her hand between his legs, feeling his cock to sate her curiosity] Would you be willing to wait for me instead? [Tilts her head as she feels slightly jealous but also doesn’t want someone to take him]

Augustine: I don’t? [Raises his brows. He groans as she handles his member] Hm.. non. [Shakes his head] Why would I wait for something that I’m not sure will come? [Tilts his head] I know you’re not jealous, Emmeline. You don’t even like me. [Says in an expressionless manner] I’m still going to be paying to see you.

Emmeline: [Hears his words but doesn’t stop touching him. She rubs her palm over his cock, liking how it feels against her hand] I am jealous. [Bites the inside of her cheek as she gazes into his dark eyes] If you’re going to have other escorts, then why do you want me, Monsieur? [Nuzzles his neck, wanting to inhale his scent again]

Augustine: Because I enjoy your company. [Shrugs as she continues to tease him]

Emmeline: [Lays soft kisses on his jaw simply because she wants to] Think about it, Monsieur. S’il vous plaît.

Augustine: [Doesn’t want her to stop being sweet with him as he thinks over her words] I don’t want to stop seeing other escorts. [Tells her honestly] You simply tease me, Emmeline. [Frowns] Do you not see other clients? [Raises his brows] I want an exclusive sexual relationship. Until you give me that, I’ll do what I please. [Strokes the flesh of her thighs soothingly] Now can we eat? I’m famished. [Tilts his head]

Emmeline: [Stops kissing him as she pulls back to study his features and listen to his words. She exhales deeply as he denies her, making her worry that he’ll find another and replace her] An exclusive sexual relationship? Meaning you want to be the only one I have sex with? [Purses her lips in deep thought before feeling the heat of his touch] Oui, Monsieur, we may eat now. [Gets up and adjusts her dress before standing between his legs] One moment, Monsieur. I feel uncomfortable. [Reaches under her dress, slipping the thin fabric of her panties down her tanned legs as it’s still soaked from her wetness] Much better now. [Smiles coyly at him]

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One night in New York

This one shot is linked to my series ‘Forgive me’.. Riley managed to save Leo, the first few paragraphs are the same as the ‘Forgive Me’ introduction.

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*****

Liam Rhys the Crown prince of Cordonia, had hesitantly agreed to his friends plans about visiting New York for his bachelor party. His brother, the former Crown Prince had recently moved to New York but Liam hadn’t kept in touch with him. They were close as children, but since his abdication they became more like strangers. Leo returned to Cordonia as and when he liked. Drake walker had chosen quite possibly the most run down dive bar he could find to start the nights events off.

“Welcome to the states, your highness. Nothing beats alcohol and greasy food...”

Liam sighed, he didn’t even want to be here- he didn’t even want to be the prince anymore. If his paths crossed with his older brother he could quite easily throttle the playboy who thought more about his dick than his royal responsibilities.

Walking through the doors, this really was a dive bar- it was empty and quiet. The bar stools looked as if they would potentially snap if you lent on it, covered in dust.

“Where’s the music?” Exclaimed Max feeling disappointed- he loved music and to dance. This place felt like they were in a morgue.

“Forget the music! Waiter!” Drake clicked his fingers. The waiter ambled up towards the men forcing a fake smile.

“Yes Sir. What can I get ya?”

“Four deluxe burgers and a bottle of whiskey.”

“Yes sir, my colleague will bring your drinks shortly as I have finished my shift.”

*****

The men looked over at the waiting staff, the waiter that had taken their original order was just leaving- he kissed a girl on the cheek before he left. The four men’s eyes all fixated on the beautiful goddess stood in front of them.

Smirking at the four men, she knew she was ready to play games after the text she had just received.

“Liam it’s so good to see you!” She shrieked with an enthusiastic tone of voice.

“Do I know you?” The colour drained from his face, thinking of the worse possible ways a waitress could know him.

“Have you forgotten me already? Shame on you!” She placed a comforting arm on him, before running her delicate hand through his blonde locks.

The three men looked bewildered, Liam swallowed hard. He felt his dick twinge with every movement she made. Swallowing hard he had to remove her away from him in a polite manner.

“I’m really sorry, I don’t know you.” Shaking her head, she looked disappointed. She needed to keep up this game- his face was too hilarious to give in now.

“How could you forget about this diamond stood in front of us Li? I’m Maxwell.”

“I know Max. How’s Bertrand? Is he still all stern looking wearing his infamous vests?” Maxwell’s jaw was agape, his mind was about to explode- trying to think who this ‘mystery’ woman was.

“You know us?” Drake said whilst smirking, assuming she was a crown chaser and who had stalked Cordonian press.

“Yes, Drake. I assume you are still drinking whiskey and sulking?” Drake looked at his whiskey- wondering if he was hallucinating, or if they had spiked his drink. She described him to a t but he was confused as to who she was.

“Tariq I see you still have exquisite taste in fashion.” Looking at him she did the Italian chef kiss gesture.

“Well Of course I do.” Unlike the others being confused, he was pleased with her observation.

“Well gentlemen, I hope our paths cross again. Enjoy your night! As you are miles away from Cordonia I’d advise that you end your night in Kismet. It’s the most popular club in the city.”

You should have seen their faces! See you at Kismet 😘

*****

The men all entered the SUV, and made their way over to Kismet. Maxwell was in his element, Tariq was disgusted at the sight surrounding him. Liam and Drake were trying to figure out how a mystery woman knew so much about them. Feeling awkward not being in their neck of the woods, they were all about to return to the hotel. Until their eyes laid on the two people who arrived through the door. The man, kissed the woman on the cheek before leaving her at the bar. He made his way over to the four men.

“Well well well, I didn’t think this place was your type of scene little brother.”

“Leo!”

“In the flesh. You really shouldn’t allow Maxwell to confirm your every move on social media. I’d like you to meet someone, someone close to my heart.”

“Hello again, gentlemen.” Riley smirked at them all, still laughing deep down about their first meeting.

“Wow!” Drake and Maxwell said in unison, both couldn’t remove their gaze away from her.

“That uniform wasn’t doing you any justice.” Tariq stated, eyeing her up and down. She was waiting for a comment from Liam- he was just looking bemused, trying to take everything in.

“Liam, I don’t know you. I’m sorry for the shock. Leo asked me to do it. I couldn’t stop laughing at all of your reactions. Leo, I’m just going to see Beth. I’ll be right back.”

“So are you going to explain?” Drake snapped, now Riley was out of view. He didn’t want to give her another stereotypical attitude that she could use against him.

“Don’t have a heart attack Drake! Liam I need to speak to you.” His usual cheeky grin, faded- not knowing how his brother would react to the bombshell he was going to hit his brother with.

“Damn right you do! Why didn’t you tell me you had a girlfriend?”

“Erm... she’s a fake girlfriend. That’s what I want to talk about....” The men all stood waiting for Leo to elaborate.

“Li, the real reason I abdicated.... I... I’m gay. I couldn’t go through living a lie. Then I met Riley, she figured me out straight away. She saved my life- I went through a dark stage of my life, I tried to take my own life. She gave me a way out. A way that I could live my true life.” Liam looked at his older brother with a perplexed expression. Why couldn’t he tell him? He would have supported him. He wouldn’t think any different of him.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I’m your brother! If I’d have known I wouldn’t hate you as much as I do. But you were always sleeping with different women.”

“It was all an act Li. I didn’t want to be forced into an arranged marriage.”

“So what does Riley gain from all of this? This isn’t fair on her.” Looking over to Riley, she was smiling with her friend- wondering why someone would do something like this for just a friend.

“She knows the deal Li, if she ever finds someone who she wants to settle down with that’s fine. We have already discussed this.”

Riley walked back over to the men with her friend Beth. The men all stood frozen, she knew now that Leo had finally disclosed his secret.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes, I’ve told them Ri.” Riley pulled him in for a hug, her smile showed proudness.

“Good. Don’t you ever feel ashamed for who you really are Leo. Are you ready to go to the gay bar?”

“Of course. Li, it’s been good to see you all.” Pulling his brother into the tightest squeeze, he had hoped that his brother wouldn’t discriminate him. He was still the same person.

“Leo. Wait! We will come with you.”

“Excuse me? I am not setting foot in another place in this disgusting city. I’m going back to the hotel, you coming Max and Drake?”

“Well fuck you then Tariq! Guys a gay bar is fun. Full of shots.... full of music.... full of whiskeyyy... heterosexual people go too.” Riley knew the mention of whiskey and music would sway Drake and Maxwell to go with them.

“I’m in! Drake?” Squealed Maxwell.

“You got me at whiskey Riley.”

“Great! Let’s go!”

****

Maxwell’s eyes lit up, the music was blasting and he soon headed over to the dance floor. Riley went to the bar ordering drinks, talking to the local drag queen Fanny Bacardi- leaving Beth with Liam and Drake.

“Ah look at Leo, he’s in his element.” Beth said pointing towards Leo who had his tongue down an attractive mans throat.

Liam and Drake looked shocked. They couldn’t believe what they was seeing, but they both only wanted Leo to be happy. Riley returned to the table, she looked over to Leo and began to smile. Sitting next to Drake, he was staring vacantly into the whiskey that she had handed him.

“Hey Drake, I’m so sorry I said you was sulky- it’s just the description Leo gave me. Are you really that bad?”

“I can be. But I do smile.... At times.”

Before she could respond her eyes went wide- Liam and Beth were kissing passionately, his hands lingering over her breasts. Drake mimicked the same expression that Riley wore.

“Please don’t leave me, I don’t feel like playing gooseberry. Does she know he’s getting married soon?”

“Of course. Leo’s told us all about Cordonia. What happens in New York stays in New York.”

He smirked at her. This girl’s forte obviously isn’t geography.

“I thought that was the case in Vegas.” Shrugging her shoulders, did it matter? They were in USA still- one phrase could be used anywhere. Once the visitors left New York to return to Cordonia, tonight would just be a distant memory.

“Same old. Do you want a dance?” Drake looked horrified. He didn’t like to dance- he barely knew how to dance, but some part of him wanted to dance to be close to her. Not wanting to show himself up, he just politely shook his head.

“I don’t dance.”

“Let your hair down grump!” She wasn’t giving him a choice, dragging him up to the dance floor, the miserable member of the group could surely leave his whiskey unattended for five minutes.

****

On the dance floor, Drake just stood frozen. He was contemplating returning to playing gooseberry. Riley and Maxwell were having a competition at who could do the best slut drop. Drake swallowed hard, he thought Riley was sexy as hell. Shaking his head he had to think about something else- think of Bastien, that’ll do.

“Come On Drake! Join in!”

Maxwell forced him into Riley. Her hand lingered on his chest. Maxwell witnessed them both just staring at each other as if they were having a stand off- Maxwell felt like becoming matchmaker even if it was for one night. They decided to sit down for a breather- Drake bought a round of drinks. Beth and Liam had eventually put each other down. The friends just laughed at the two blushing. Leo joined them hand in hand with his secret boyfriend Rob- Riley and Beth both jumped up and gave him a tight hug.

“Li, this is my partner Rob. Rob this is my little brother Liam and two closest friends; Drake and Maxwell.” Rob sat down and immediately got on well with the men. They all wanted to know more about the man who brought out the sparkle in Leo’s eyes.

“Ri, I was wondering if you could stay at Beth’s tonight- give me and Rob a bit of alone time.”

“Oh of course. Don’t be making a mess like last time though.” Last time she allowed them to do this, it ended up with smashed glasses everywhere, a broken lampshade, and stains in the carpet. Thinking about last time she shuddered.

“Er Riley. Liam has invited me back to the hotel...” Beth said quietly, whilst holding Liam’s hand.

“Ohhh... I’ll go to Daniels then?” Fuck he lives miles away- the cab fare will cost a bomb.

“He’s at Lola’s.” Beth explained, feeling guilty for ditching her friend. But it’s not every day that a Prince kisses you.

“Oh for fuck sake. Can I have your keys then?” Riley’s eyes pleaded, knowing she was going to get rejected immediately.

“No not after last time. Sorry Ri.” Fuck where am I going tonight?

“Well Riley can go back to the hotel with us... Drake has a double bed.” Maxwell winked at Drake, then at Riley.

“No!” Drake and Riley said in unison.

“Why not? I’d share with you Riley but I’m bunked up with Mr snob.”

“I think it’s a great idea. Myself and Beth, Max and Tariq, Leo and Rob and Drake and Riley. We’re all sorted. Are we ready to call it a night then?” Liam organised the sleeping arrangements, neither wanted to argue- he was the Prince after all.

*****

Both Riley and Drake entered his room, there was a silent awkwardness. Neither having a say in this arrangement. Sitting down at the table, Drake slid her a whiskey over.

“So Leo said you saved his life. Was that because you offered to be a fake girlfriend.”

“Oh no. I literally saved his life. His father wanted him to reconsider the abdication, he felt he had no other way. I returned to the apartment just in time. He had taken lots of pills and booze. He even wrote a goodbye letter. I thought it was a prank at first. I’ve never been so scared in my life.”

“Jesus!”

“I know. That’s why I said if there was any press that would be following him around that I would act as the loving wifey. It was horrible Drake. Traumatising. I still can’t believe he nearly died. If I hadn’t have left work early, he would have taken his own life due to not having the opportunity to be happy and loved.”

“He may be a dick at times, but we all love him. And Constantine is a dick too. He wouldn’t understand Leo’s situation. But surely now Liam is the crown prince the paparazzi have backed off from Leo?”

“That’s just the thing- even though he’s abdicated, he’s still royalty. There’s always someone with a camera- we don’t know why? Hence why Leo asked for some private time in our apartment with Rob. Leo just bought me a cheap tacky ring, in case any press questioned his relationship- I should have worn it tonight but I forgot.”

“It must be hard for you both. It’s not fair on you.” Drake fixated his gaze on her, she was beautiful- he couldn’t still grasp why she wasn’t in a relationship herself. Why would she be selfless enough to for go her own happiness?

“He’s my friend. I’ll do anything for my close friends....” Before Riley could continue they were both disturbed and disgusted by the sounds coming from next door.

“Jesus fucking Christ Li.”

“Oh Beth!” Drake handed Riley another drink- another strong one, they both needed to do anything to block the moans echoing through the walls.

“She’s going to get pregnant in a flash if they carry on going... I don’t think I can cope anymore. I should have just stolen her keys.”

“And I’d have been following you. At this rate there’s going to be no social season as he’s got too lost in her.”

“I’m sure Liam and Leo’s father would love that.” They both burst out laughing, deciding to watch tv- the volume would hopefully overrule the other noises.

*****

Two hours later there was finally silence, Riley and Drakes eyes were like piss holes in the snow. Riley noticed Drake stand up, walking towards the couch he began to puff the pillows up.

“What are you doing?” Riley asked him.

“Erm, going to sleep now it’s quiet. We’re not sharing a bed.”

“Oh...” Shit she looks disappointed, she wants to sleep in the same bed.

“Oh?”

“I mean ‘oh’ as in I was going to sleep on the sofa. I’m the guest. This is your bed- you paid for it.”

“You don’t have to sleep on it. I’m fine. And technically the royal family paid for it.” Riley walked over to Drake, taking the pillow away from him effortlessly.

“Drake honestly, I’ll take the sofa.”

Drake tried to snatch the pillow back from her, as they both tugged at it - Riley fell on the sofa with Drake falling on top of her. Both laying frozen, fixating their eyes on each other- Riley eventually broke the silence. “Told you id take the sofa. I win.”

“I was never going to win this argument was I?” Shaking her head he admired her smile.

*****

Drake laid in bed, whilst Riley slept on the sofa. He kept looking over at her, she looked so peaceful- he was cursing Maxwell for suggesting this sleepover. It was too tempting- on a few occasions that night he wanted to kiss her. He imagined what it would be like to kiss her. He was awoken from his thoughts hearing his best friend make the most out of his night away from Cordonia. For fucks sake Liam. Tiptoeing past the sleeping beauty he walked on to the balcony, sparking a cigarette up and necking back the remainder of the whiskey left in the bottle. “For god sake!” Riley muttered as she was disturbed from her sleep. forgetting that she was just wearing her underwear she walked over to the wall, banging it telling Liam and Beth to shut the fuck up. Turning back towards the sofa, she had forgotten that she was in Drake’s room. He walked into room, closing the balcony door- just staring at her curves. “Shit! Would you believe that I actually forgot that you was here. I’m so used to walking around the apartment like this in front of Leo.” “I’ll cover my eyes. Even though I’ve seen you ... Erm... I’ll just pretend that I didn’t see you.... I needed a cig and a drink... I don’t think I’m getting any sleep tonight...” “This is so awkward... Pick your jaw up from the floor Mr Walker. I’m sure you’ve seen plenty of women in their underwear.” She said seductively, much to Drake’s annoyance.

“I have. But none have looked as good as you. Shit. I didn’t mean to say that. I.. Erm... I’ll go back to bed.” Walking past her, she grabbed his wrist- needing him to look at her.

“Thank you.” She said smiling.

“What for?”

“Boosting my ego. Saying I look good.”

“No probs. Just speaking the truth.” Gulping hard, he was never one to speak his true feelings. He just believed it was the alcohol intake giving him that slight bit of confidence.

“You’re not too bad yourself.”

Drake smiled at her and blushed, she bit her lip. He walked closer to her, placing his hands on her cheeks- she could feel his breathing increasing. Closing her eyes, she slowly kissed him. Breaking the kiss, they both stared at each other- electricity running through their veins. Drake immediately crashed his lips onto hers kissing like crazy as if their lives depended on it. His tongue slipped inside her mouth, starting off gentle but soon turned demanding. Rileys fingers ran through his hair, pulling him closer- his hands holding her petite frame.

“What happens in New York stays in New York, right?” Before she could react he picked her up and carried her over to the bed.

“Would Leo mind if I fuck his fake girlfriend senseless?”

“No. We have a kind of what you’d say... open relationship.”

“Good. Thank you for saving our friend.”

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7 Habits to Be a Good Mom for Your Little Ones

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our three and 4-12 months-olds dozing in-among my husband and me, kicking my face and decrease returned almost continuously from 5-6 am. Our 3 year vintage throwing his water cup and pouring a bowl of yogurt on his head. Our three-yr vintage telling us he didn't should cross poop, then hiding behind a sofa to accomplish that in his diaper. Our 6-year-antique daughter screaming as i tried to sweep her hair before school. Reputedly i'm the worst ever at this. Our 7-12 months-old arguing over the blouse we picked for him to put on to highschool, ensuing in a brief trade earlier than running out the door. Our 3 12 months vintage hitting his sister within the head with a barbie due to the fact he desired to be the mermaid. The 3-yr vintage's tantrum within the grocery save over a cookie i wouldn't allow him have, observed with the aid of a comfort prize of gum to hold him quiet. Eyes have been on me. Said three-year-old falling asleep in the car while on a experience alongside the waterfront. He gave the look of a little angel, slept for 2 hours. Victory! One child wanted fowl for dinner. One desired handiest french fries. No takers on broccoli. Water cups were thrown. One 6-year-vintage yelling at me for in no way making what she likes. They play so pleasant together inside the bath. The laughter warms my heart. Betime bargaining begins. Just one greater show? One greater e-book? Will, you lay with me? The day ends with quiet cuddles with my 7-year-vintage…who's growing too rapid. I will miss these moments. Believe me…

if you made it thru the day, you possess the good traits it takes to be a higher mother. A happy mother. A terrific mom. You will be adequate. Dependancy #three: form a tribe i'm going to credit my expensive pal, kat, for this tip. It's based at the vintage adage of “it takes a village” to raise a infant… and it virtually does. Nowadays, that village is called a tribe. Only some people are willing to assist each other out every time they can. We have got your returned. Currently, i've 3 youngsters antique sufficient to participate in extracurricular sports. Things like taekwondo, soccer, dance, art, piano, scouts. Our calendar has some thing on it every single day of the week… however sometimes we bypass an afternoon or two. Don't choose me. If it weren't for my tribe… i would likely must bypass greater than that. What? Deprive my baby of some thing he or she may additionally excel at? Sorry, however sure. I'm able to simplest achieve this a lot. I'm now not perfect. The tribe gathers weekly to assist every different out – on the whole with carpooling and babysitting. Playdates are an advantage. One much less child to manipulate, even for just a little whilst, can make a mother sense like she's received the chore lottery. Ahh… i see a further load of laundry in your future. Or possibly a quiet shopping trip to buy new denims in peace. Fortunate you! Whilst thinking about forming your personal tribe… start with one easy query. Who do i trust with my children? My tribe consists of:

a handful of close buddies own family pals 1-3 “mothers helpers” or babysitters a small social community of like-minded mothers these humans may be known as upon, now and again on very short notice, that will help you out. Think of them as nine-1-1 responders for “momergencies”. See what i did there? You don't ought to do it all alone. With a bit of luck, you have a spouse or great other who's palms-on. That really takes a number of the burden off. Or maybe you're a unmarried mom… who i'm able to now forestall to applaud. Being a unmarried mother is one of the toughest matters all of us ever signed up for. You deserve all the reward inside the global! And you also deserve a tribe maybe extra than each person else. There is no shame in inquiring for help. Surround your self with the pleasant… and you'll be at your fine in your children. Habit #4: socialize like a child what if i were to inform you there has been a way on the way to be a terrific mom and nevertheless get your weekly exercising in, explore your inventive aspect, volunteer for a neighborhood charity, listen to live music, see a film, rock climb, enjoy a cup of coffee and proper communication with grown-ups? And what if i were to inform you this could all be accomplished along with your kids in tow? Might you trust me? You must trust me. Proper mom creed. Preserve this in mind when times together with your kids get difficult precise mother creed one of the first-class methods to be a better mom is to have a few flexibility on your day. And one of the high-quality approaches to be an amazing mother is to incorporate a laugh sports for you and your infant into each and each day… even though only for an hour or . The household stuff can wait. Existence is short. Youth is fast! Pencil in time along with your child, just as you'll a purchaser assembly or cooking dinner. And if you actually need to make the maximum out of that hour, time table something you may each enjoy. Concentrate to your inner baby! There are such a lot of “mommy and me” sports at our disposal these days, it would be a shame not to attempt them out. Adventure is waiting! There's something for absolutely everyone and every age. You simply want to find them. Start through turning to the web. Here's a terrific listing of ideas put together by way of author, melina gerosa bellows, 21 approaches to revel in being a mother. Or maybe you need to study something new. Here are a number of my favored matters:

1. Go to a trampoline park or roller skating rink you'll burn lots of calories… and your children will tire themselves out! It's a win-win! Simply go away your inhibitions at the door. 2. Take a look at out a paint your own pottery or canvas region a number of these places have unique “mommy and me” or “infant time” every day, in which you would possibly meet other moms. Even though they don't offer this, all of them have open studio hours, where you could cross at your leisure and unleash your internal artist. Discover ways to be a good mom and a way to balance being a spouse and mother on this manual. Discover “mommy and me” activities for your vicinity and revel in the day! Three. Volunteer together with your baby visit dosomething. Org or mommypoppins. Com and notice which kid-pleasant activities hobby you. If you have an older baby, speak your options, making them experience liable for their time. Instilling precise traits in our children at an early age will maximum in reality bring about them becoming altruistic and empathetic adults. Our international wishes more suitable humans. 4. Concentrate to tune inside the park as the weather receives hotter, many towns offer outdoor song. The nice element? It is normally unfastened. Those circle of relatives-friendly concert events are a super way to expose your child to tune other than kidz bop or the wiggles.

now not that there is something incorrect with those… i surely quite like the wiggles. But variety is the spice of existence, and a well-rounded toddler is an thrilling one. Now not to mention, you may just get to relive your glory days as a unmarried woman belting out some 80s or 90s classics together with your girlfriends. 5. Find a pressure-in or out of doors movie venue hop within the automobile with the circle of relatives and cross. Whilst the power-ins may be a bit tough to return by way of nowadays, less expensive (now and again unfastened) out of doors films are popping up like daisies all over the us of a… particularly in the course of the summer time. Similarly to the plain attraction of looking a movie from the comfort of your very own automobile, or on a seashore, your kids are allowed to talk! In truth, it is expected. And bonus: you do not must worry approximately crouching down low when heading out for one among probably numerous lavatory breaks. 6. Locate an indoor rock climbing gym the benefits to be had from mountaineering have it rapid becoming a famous activity, for each adults and children alike. The power conditioning, especially for the top frame, is unprecedented for some thing so a laugh. And then you have the mental thing, pushing your self past your limits till you attain the top. It's a splendid lesson in in no way giving up… for each you and your youngsters. In case you do not have tons of time to investigate, or are not sure what you'd be into precisely, contemplate joining a neighborhood “mothers group”. They normally have new member conferences at least as soon as a month, which might be regularly just casual get-togethers over coffee, where they go over their listing of activities. Whether or not you join or not, you are bound to get a few fresh thoughts and maybe even make a chum or . Suppose tribe! An energetic and nicely-rounded mother makes a glad mother. A glad mother is a great mom. And happiness is contagious. Allow your youngsters see you satisfied. Dependancy #5: positioned a few personal time at the agenda humorous mother's day cool animated film mother mother exact mother proper mom #mom #motherhood #goodmother #habits #selfhelp #selfcare #parenting #figure #parents #quotes #funny this turned into always one in every of my favourite cartoons… because it's genuine. Motherhood is a 24/7 task. There aren't any ill days, no holiday days, no extra time pay, no lunch breaks. It's miles a exertions of love. And it can be thankless. As supportive as your partner or childless pals may try to be in relation to your daily habitual… they can by no means genuinely recognize till they enjoy it. And to be honest, the bond among a mom and her toddler does not examine to that of a father and baby. It simply would not. Ask yourself…

while my child is sick, who do they want? While my baby has a nightmare, who do they run to? When my child is hungry, who do they ask to lead them to something while my infant can't discover their preferred shirt, who knows where to appearance? Possibilities are, your answer to all of those questions is “mother”. Unless you aren't around, the answer is “mother”. It is the fact. As i grew older and became a mother for the primary time, it hit me… dads are type of like alternative teachers. While mom is not available (which is sort of never), they're a great alternative! They may be succesful and charming. They may be truely fun and lenient. They have got this… if they ought to. Till mom comes again. Now…

one in all two things goes via your head at this very moment. I've bowled over and offended you… so that you're going to forestall reading i have given you a terrific snort… and you feel just a wee bit responsible for it my money is on #2. Don't get me incorrect…

i like my husband. He's an brilliant father and really concerned with the kids. My children adore their father. He makes them sense safe and they appreciate him. Discover ways to be an excellent mother and how to be an excellent dad and mom. Dads are form of like alternative instructors. They may be certainly a laugh and lenient. They've got this… if they ought to. Till mother comes lower back. In truth, i'm regularly jealous that he gets to do more of the amusing matters with them. He receives to return home from work and roll round at the ground with our sons, play dolls with our daughters, instruct their soccer group…. He is achieved with work for the day and is all about them. It is exquisite. Virtually. The laughter in the house whilst my husband gets home is track to my ears… and makes doing my “task” a touch less difficult. Nonetheless, i wouldn't mind switching locations from time to time. Would you? In the end, being a great mother approach that you are by no means definitely “off the clock”. You still need to get dinner on the desk, pick up toys, do the dishes, fold one extra load of laundry… all earlier than putting them to mattress. It is laborious. You're exhausted. You deserve a break. And you shouldn't sense responsible for inquiring for one. Flip in your partner, your companion, your mother, a pal, a neighbor… your tribe. Ask them to watch the children for a couple of hours so you can try out a yoga class, have dinner with a chum, walk across the mall and window shop, move for a motorbike ride, take a sleep. Or simply sit down on a park bench and play sweet crush. It doesn't remember what you do, simply go. A part of getting to know the way to be an amazing mother is knowing that you want a smash. A brief break from your kids doesn't suggest you like them any much less. In truth, it is due to the fact you love them that you need a smash. Run! I'm critical. Perhaps you want to head for a run? You could laugh. That became funny. You want to recharge your batteries. Go into your head and close the whole lot off for just some time. Or as a minimum attempt to. Taking care of your thoughts and frame will make you a better mom. Mediation and relaxation are first rate ways to retain recognition and center your self. It enables placed matters into perspective. If you're uncertain of the way to do that, or simply leery, try any such great apps you could get to your smartphone. They may be positive to help you get into the proper kingdom of mind. Mental clarity ends in making better choices. It is as simple as that. And exercising is tested to raise your temper, fight infection, and improve sleep… among other matters. The endorphins will preserve you going for hours! In case you do not accept as true with me, take a look at this out… however come again! We are almost finished here. The advantages of mediation and workout will depart your feeling organized for anything motherhood throws your way that day. I assure it. Plus, you will be a happier mother whilst you go back domestic… and this is something your children (and partner) will admire. Habit #6: time table a “date night” before the youngsters… there has been courtship. Swooning. Past due night time conversations. Quiet food in fancy eating places. This was dating. You loved it. In truth, you cherished it so much that you met a person to have a infant with. And if you have been fortunate sufficient to really marry that man or woman, the children are a reminder of that love each and every day. But here's the twist. You need to sustain that love. Striking onto the reminiscence of love and a laugh times collectively is not enough. You want to certainly display your spouse, each day, which you love him. You loved him first. Every so often it is easy to get stuck up within the beautiful chaos this is raising children. But you can not wander away in it. You loved him first. You still love him. Research have shown that kids raised in a domestic with two loving parents advantage appreciably from this. A few of the many advantages of developing up in a two-figure family, your kids may have a better chance of forming successful relationships in their own at some point of their life… each for my part and professionally. Part of getting to know the way to be a terrific mother is showing your children that they have loving mother and father. Sometimes it is easy to get caught up within the stunning chaos this is elevating kids. You need to clearly show your spouse, every day, that you love him. Moves communicate louder than words. Kids, specially younger ones, are more likely to bear in mind “snapshots” from their early adolescence than phrases. If they see you and your partner being affectionate and worrying towards one another, they may deliver that with them. They may feel safe and loved because of the way you have interaction with every different. Display them which you are excellent buddies. Now inform them that you're going on a playdate with each different. Kids can relate. Begin slow:

placed one “date night time” in keeping with month at the calendar, however do at least 3 months at a time so that you're not inclined to bypass it the next month (if you can pull off two times a month… you move, woman!). Relaxed a babysitter for all of those nights proper away

take turns making plans the date together with your spouse, leave a laugh recommendations or clues to make it a surprise

do no longer check your cellphone on the date, set it to do no longer disturb. Only the babysitter wishes to recognise in which you're in case of emergency and might name the actual venue if want be. Do one spontaneous issue on the date

do no longer communicate approximately the youngsters as soon as the date has commenced. If you feel the urge, speak them within the vehicle or uber earlier than you get to wherein you are going. Reminisce. The point of date night is to recall why it's miles you fell in love… and to test in with each other so that the affection does not wander off within the aggravating daily. The youngsters will nevertheless be there whilst you get domestic. Dependancy #7: it's ok to have a bad “mother” day you are the first teacher your baby has. Lead by using instance. You can not always succeed, but do your exceptional to:

in no way argue with a cherished one in the front of the youngsters. Communicate in your children like you'll an person (is reasonably). Be affectionate. Yell constructively. Never go to mattress disillusioned. Spend a few minutes unwinding every night. There are days while you may succeed in doing all of this stuff. There are days you will not. Similar to a terrible “hair” day, you will have bad “mom” days… and it is good enough. Do not beat your self up. Nobody is ideal. Mother overwhelm quote awful day does not identical a awful mom sensible phrases to do not forget whilst motherhood receives difficult just like a awful “hair” day, you will have terrible “mom” days… and it's ok. However we will all aspire to be “flawlessly imperfect”. This essentially approach spotting while you're wrong and doing all of your best to accurate it. Positive, you could bicker together with your accomplice in the front of the kids. But, there's usually a manner to hold it friendly and productive. In our residence, if my husband and that i are caught having a silly argument, we make it a factor to give an explanation for to our kids why each of us is upset and draw a assessment to some thing they can relate to. Here's an instance…

me: “mommy is aggravated at daddy due to the fact he left me with one square of lavatory paper rather than converting the roll.”

husband: “daddy failed to need to waste the bathroom paper.”

me: “consider your brother drank a big glass of orange juice and handiest left sufficient so that it will have one sip. Might you be dissatisfied?”

toddler: “sure”. Me: “but you will forgive him due to the fact he didn't understand how an awful lot become left. He became simply filling his glass up due to the fact he was thirsty. He wasn't looking to be suggest.”

this easy speak, comparing what we have been dissatisfied about to some thing our toddler can recognize, is a good way to let them know that mommy and daddy will be high-quality. The whole lot is excellent. Regardless of how rough a day has been, you can in no way hug and kiss your baby too much. Real presentations of love lead to well-rounded youngsters with more shallowness. According to an editorial from figure co., affection can cross a whole lot in addition than yelling when seeking to get through in your child. Plus, it simply plain feels suitable. There may be a time and vicinity for the whole lot. And there will be instances you'll need to yell at your toddler… when hugs just may not do. Newsflash! Yelling does not make you a bad mother. The use of demeaning language does. A part of learning how to be a great mother is understanding that yelling does no longer make you a awful mom. There could be times you are going to should yell at your child. That does not make you a terrible mom. But the use of demeaning language does. Phrases can harm. They may be also harder to forget about, that's why you need to pick them carefully while scolding a infant. Glaringly, if your little one is about to run into the street, you must yell first! Then hug them. Once you've got all calmed down, provide an explanation for to them that there are very critical effects available from strolling into the street. What if a vehicle have been coming? In case your infant smacks any other child within the face, it is perfectly appropriate to raise your voice and say, “no!” then possibly put them in “time out” – whether or not that be a chair or a corner, their room, and so on…. However, if your toddler throws his food at the ground throughout dinner, this can not warrant yelling as a whole lot as a stern appearance and, “no greater food for you this night.”

risk! In case you threaten your child with a punishment… be organized to commit to that punishment if they don't heed your warning. Sticking through your words is a huge play in the motherhood game. You do not want your youngsters now not to take you severely whilst the time comes. Empty threats may want to actually backfire, mainly as they get older. You may lose credibility after which probably become frustrated. Frustration can cause pronouncing belongings you don't imply. Tread gently. Whether or not you're yelling, or just threatening punishment, there's a manner to be positive about it. Each time i've yelled at my youngsters, i made a factor to go returned as soon as i'm calm and give an explanation for to them why i used to be so upset and lost my mood. There may be technique in your madness. When scolding a infant, do use phrases and terms like:

no! Forestall! Why did you do this? Do not do this! What are you doing? How ought to you? What had been you questioning? Don't use words and phrases like:

that became stupid! You are stupid! Are you an idiot? I cannot stand you! I'm so tired of you! You are the worst! You may be questioning that you'd by no means say these things to a baby, however rage can be a elaborate issue. Do not maintain your emotions bottled up! Think about the sound a tea kettle makes while the water is beginning to boil. Imagine that is you preserving in your anger, your blood stress rising. Feelings can sneak up on you. So make it a factor to talk your feelings constructively before it receives to the point where you are saying some thing you regret. Learn how to be a happy mom and a way to be an awesome mom. Do no longer maintain your emotions bottled up! Feelings can sneak up on you. By no means go to mattress angry! One of the maximum important matters you can do to turn a terrible day round is to make amends earlier than bed. Make their bedroom a “no negativity area”. Talk flippantly and undoubtedly together with your infant. Toughen one true component that came about to you, or something exceptional that they did, at some point of the day. Locate the silver lining in a difficult day. Smother them with hugs and kisses, wish them candy dreams. Inform them you adore them. Usually. Then take a stroll in your favourite room inside the residence, have a seat, and unwind. Perhaps which means beginning a book you have been trying to finish. Maybe it is having a tumbler of wine and a chunk of chocolate along with your husband. Maybe it is checking your fb web page. Maybe it's catching up on a display you've had dvr'd for weeks. Anything you want to do to relaxation, mirror and recharge. Tomorrow is some other day. Giving a proper good-bye to this one earlier than mattress will result in a higher night's sleep… and a higher night time's sleep will make you a better mom. A glad mother. A terrific mother. A mom who wakes up inside the morning with a smile on her face, confident she's prepared to tackle the day! You have got this! However earlier than i go away you…

mark my words: you already know the way to be a good mom! A massive part of it's miles following your instincts. And, of route, loving your infant unconditionally facilitates. However in case you keep those 7 habits tucked away on your brain, you may be armed with all which you need to stand something comes. Afterall… motherhood, like existence, is unpredictable. What works for you one day, may not the following. Routines exchange, people exchange, conditions trade. Just roll with it! Consider in yourself. Make use of the net sources available to you. Ask for assist. Make time for a touch a laugh. Make time for yourself. Reward your self. Make time for romance. Allow your self off the hook whilst matters don’t pass as deliberate. Motherhood is an experience in contrast to any other. And even as you chose this route… realize that it also selected you. The sooner you permit your self to accept the best with the bad, the sooner you may start to sense like a better mom. The minute you let pass of any negativity or guilt, you will become a satisfied mom. Realize your limitations. Permit your self to be human, fallible. Study from every day. This is the way to be a good mother. What do you believe you studied it takes to be a great mother? so what are your thoughts at the conduct had to be an excellent mother? Do you accept as true with this listing, or disagree? What are your favorite conduct of motherhood?

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Not What I First Thought

(Dean Winchester x reader)

Requested by: @shannxoxon

You didn't know you couldn't be bothered by a person so much until you met Dean Winchester. Everything was fine and dandy before. You saved people, hunted things, it was like a business.

Until you got that call from Bobby. You picked up the phone, always happy to hear from your practically dad. Seeing the caller ID put a smile on your face. "Hey Bobby. What's up?"

"Hey kiddo. Usually I'd hate to bother you, but I'm gonna need some help on something." He sounded like he was annoyed, but then again that was always the way he sounded.

"You know I'm always ready to help. What's the situation?"

"A Vamp nest, big one. There's these two knuckleheaded brothers on the case, and they can use an extra pair of hands. You think you can come and help?"

"I'm already about to leave." You say as you pack your clothes and weapons in the motel into a duffle bag. "Just send me the coordinates."

"Thanks kid. There's a tall one named Sam. He's the younger brother. The other one's Dean. Oh, and y/n?"

"Yeah Bobby?"

"Be careful with the older one. He's got a thing for women if you know what I mean." You could practically hear the eye roll come from him.

"Don't worry Bobby. You know I don't let those guys get to me." You both said your goodbyes as you loaded up your car and started to turn it on.

Hours later you had finally arrived at the motel they were staying at. You looked back at your phone to see which door number it was.

When I got to it I knocked on the door with my duffle bag in one hand. An extremely tall man with kind-of long hair answered the door. "Can I help you?"

I smiled politely at him. "I think so. Bobby sent me to help you guys with the hunt. You're Sam?"

He smiled back and nodded his head. "You must be y/n." I nodded back. He then turned around to talk to somebody else. "Dean, the person Bobby told us was coming is here."

I can hear a voice from inside the room "Is she hot?"

"Dude." He looked back at me apologetically and I nodded my head to signal that it was okay. "Here, come in."

I walk in to see a man cleaning a really nice looking gun on the bed. He glances up at me and does a double-take. "Oh." He mutters as he gets up. "Hi, I'm Dean." He smirks.

"And I now know why Bobby warned me about you." I smiled as his smirk was taken off his face. "You seem to not know how to give respect, do you?"

He ignored my comment, saying "Well, we don't need any help. You can go."

"That's not what Bobby told me."

"Yeah, well I'm telling you that we can handle ourselves."

"Dean." Sam said before I could say anything else. He turned to me. "We really do need the help. Thank you for coming."

"Sure thing." I say as I put my bag down. "So uh, I'm pretty hungry and it would be great if you guys filled me in on any details I should know of the case. Wanna grab food?"

"Yeah, that sounds good." Sam said. "You can ride with us, right Dean?

He begrudgingly grabbed his car keys. "Yeah, sure. Just be careful in my car."

I put my hands up in fake defence as he looked at Sam annoyed and started walking out. There's no way I can get along with a jerk like him.

As we are in the car, a man in a trenchcoat pops up next to me out of nowhere. "You must be y/n."

I jerked away to my side out of surprise and stared at him wide eyed. "Uh, yeah. Hi."

"Hello. My name is Castiel, and I'm an angel of the Lord." I slowly nodded and turned to look at Sam. He muttered an awkward yeah while Dean quietly laughed.

On the car ride, Castiel was talking to me about how he has never seen his father before and how he has always served in heaven. Apparently he pulled Dean out of hell because he's important for something to do with the world. Dean was just listening to our conversation, looking annoyed as I felt him stare at me throw the mirror.

I turned to look at his through the mirror. "You really sold your soul to save your brother?"

"Yeah, why? You didn't picture me as the amazing hero I am?" He smirked to himself.

"No, I just thought you were a complete dick. I guess your only mostly a dick." His face got serious again as he focused back on the road.

When we got to the diner Castiel disappeared and the three of us took a seat. The waitress came to take our order and Dean took one look at her and seemed interested in flirting with her. Typical.

"Can I get a barbeque bacon burger with onion rings please?" I order. The waitress looks at me up and down, looking grossed out by my request.

"Sure." She made a face as she took started to write down my order. What's so wrong with my order? Geez, I'm hungry.

"That sounds pretty good. I'll have the same thing." Dean said.

She smiled and did a flirtatious voice. "Of course. Anything for you, handsome." Sam ordered a salad and the girl left.

Dean smiled tauntingly at me. "She seemed nice."

I shrugg. "Well let's see. Dorothy seems to be wearing a full face of make up with 4 inch heels on. Her shorts and apron seem to be hanging low enough to show her v-line, with her crop top tight enough to show some boobage. By the way she looked at me she seems to judge people by her looks. She does seem nice. Well, nice and easy that is. I'm sure she'll give you her number on the receipt, expecting sex tonight. She seems perfect for you."

You got up and patted his back before going to the restroom, catching Sam trying to hold in a laugh.

After we finished our food and discussed the plan of going in tomorrow night since the vamps were killing on a cycle, we got the check. I grabbed it and looked shocked as I showed the phone number written on it. "Look at that. She even added a little heart next to it."

Dean laughed a little and seemed to think that was funny. I was trying to be funny, but I didn't think he would laugh. I figured he would try to take the receipt away from me and be annoyed.

"Here, give it." He said with a genuine smile.

I smiled playfully back. "No, I'm good."

"No, I mean I need to pay for it."

"No I was going to pay for it. Don't worry, I'll give it back to you. I wouldn't wanna cock block you from Dorothy."

I stood up to go pay but Dean shot up right in front of me, inches away. He grabbed my wrist and put on a little smile. "I said I would pay for it. I couldn't let a chick pay for my food, what kind of person would I be if I did?"

"If you say so." I mutter quietly as he lets go of me and take the check. I turn to see Sam trying not to laugh. "What?"

"You two are made for each other." I turn away from him and try not to let him see my embarrassed red face.

Later on we're all about to go to bed, when Dean stopped me from grabbing a blanket and getting comfy on the seat. "What are you doing?"

"Getting ready to sleep?"

He pointed at the left bed. "No, you're sleeping on the bed. I'm going to sleep right here."

"No Dean it's fine. I don't want anybody sleeping uncomfortably because of me. I can handle sleeping on a chair for one night."

"What about me? I'd feel like crap if I saw someone wake up with a pain in their neck because I was sleeping on the semi-comfy motel bed."

We were arguing about it when Dean suddenly picked me up and put me over his shoulder. "Dean what are you doing?!"

"You're going to sleep on the bed y/n."

He plopped me down on the bed, not expecting me to grab his shirt and pull him on the bed with me. We both fell so that I was on top of him. "No, you're going to sleep here Dean. Just let me do something nice, and we'll all be happy."

Just then Sam walked out of the restroom and Dean and I both looked at him. "You two should get your own room."

I quickly got off of Dean. "No no no. It's not like that. We are just arguing on who got the bed."

"Y/n just let Dean be a good person and take the bed." I looked back from the two, embarrassed.

"Okay." I quietly said and sat on the edge of the bed as Dean got up. I avoided his staring and crawled into bed, ignoring both and went to sleep.

The next morning I woke up and didn't see Sam or Dean. I turned on the tv to see that Scooby-Doo was on. Dean came in the room about 30 minutes later with bags of food in his hand. "Sam's on a jog, so I got us breakfast. I got eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, waffles and muffins. I don't know what you like."

He seemed like of nervous, or maybe that was just your mind playing tricks on you. He really was a nice guy, not to mention handsome. I misjudged him, he isn't some cheap womanizer, and I think I'm catching feeling if I'm honest with myself.

I smiled at him and scooted over on the bed, patting the other side for him to sit down. He smiled sheepishly as he took off his shoes and sat down with you on the bed, eating your gourmet breakfast while talking and watching Scooby-Doo.

Later Dean and I agreed to both grab lunch together. We went to the same diner as yesterday. When we walked in, the person at the front was an average height man.

"I forgot my wallet in the car." Dean said, patting down himself. "You start ordering, I'll go get it."

"Okay." He went outside as I walked to the counter. "Excuse me." I smiled at the man.

The man looked at me up and down, making me uncomfortable. "What can I get for you gorgeous?"

I frowned, annoyed at the attempt to flirt. "Can I get the All-American burger please? With french fries. And then-"

"Wait a minute, you want a burger? Baby look at you. You got a rocking body, you don't need a burger. How about a salad?"

I looked at him, unamused. "How about a burger?"

"Oh," he smirked. "Fiesty. Well, if you want to keep that hot body of yours, you could always come to the back with me on my break. I think we can burn off all of that crap real easy."

I was beyond disgusted. "Holy crap can I just get a freaking burger without you trying to hit on me?"

The prick didn't seem to like that. "Woah now, no need to be such a bitch."

"What did you just call her?" I turn around to see Dean looking pissed, coming closer to show off how much taller he was compared to this other guy.

"Dean, it's fine-"

"No it's not. What did you just call her?" All the color from the man's face drained out of him while Dean looked like he was ready to beat the crap out of him.

I grab his arm, drawing his attention towards me. "It's okay, Dean. Promise." His features seem to soften. "Let's go somewhere else, yeah?" I smile.

He nods his head and smiles back. When we get out of the diner, I'm so full of happiness that Dean was ready to defend me that I couldn't help myself. I quickly reached for his cheek and put a peck on it.

He quickly turned to me. "What was that for?"

"Thank you for standing up for me. No one's ever done that for me before." I smile at him.

"Oh. Well you're too much of a good person to not stick up for." He both look away, and I probably have a dorky smile on my face.

We go to a small hot dog stand, where we see the waitress from yesterday getting food. When she notices us, she doesn't seem happy to see the both of us together. I mean not like together, but together.

She goes up to us and smiles flirtatiously as Dean. "Hi Dean. I had such a great time last night." She smirked at you and walked away as she put a hand on his shoulder.

So he was just playing me. That's really why he wasn't there in the morning. Not because of breakfast, because he was with that Barbie doll over there. "You're a pig." I say as I walk away.

He grabbed my arm gently and I turned toward him. "Y/n wait it's not what you think." I looked at him annoyed.

"I'm sure it isn't Dean." I tried to walk away but he still had my arm.

"No it's not. If you just listen-"

"I don't think I need to listen Dean. You're just like that guy in the diner. All you think about is getting a girl to bed and not about their feelings. I don't need to be played by douche bags like you."

He looked at me, looking angry and hurt. "You're really comparing me to that ass hole in the diner? Me and that waitress didn't even do anything. She just said that because she saw us together, and she was jealous. I really didn't think you would see me like that."

He then walked away. I felt like crap. I shouldn't have judged him, when he really didn't do anything with that waitress. She really felt jealous of us? He even saved me from the gross waiter. I stood there, thinking of how dumb I was and how I hurt his feelings.

Later on I got to the motel, with a bag of a slice of pie. I caught Sam while he was coming out to get the lunch that you two neglected to pick up. He told me that Dean loved pie and he wasn't used to someone being so sweet to him, since he usually only sees him, Bobby and Castiel. That's why he thought he was so hurt when I falsely accused him of being a man hoe.

I opened the motel door to see Dean sitting in a chair, he looked at me, and I didn't know what to do, so I just smiled and waved. God, I'm really awkward.

I put the bag down on the table in front of him and he looked from me to the box. "Open it." I say with a smile. He slowly opens it, keeping a serious face on the whole time. He looks in the box, then looks back at me. "It's blueberry."

I took a seat next to him. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have judged you for something you didn't do. You're not at all like that guy in the diner. I think you're so much more. I don't like it that I probably ruined own new friendship, so please for forgive me."

His features softened up, and he uncrossed this arms. He softly said "Okay."

I felt a sudden surge of happiness. "Yay!" I said as I got out of my seat and hugged him while he was still in the chair. Sam was just there, not saying anything to ruin the moment as he saw Dean's surprised reaction.

He ate his pie, and later on the three of us went to the nest. It was dirty, messy, and exhausting. I was stitching up the slash on Sam's shoulder as Dean took a shower, followed by me, and Sam taking a shower last.

While he was in the shower Dean was getting ready to go to sleep in his chair when I stopped him. He just looked so tired and thought it wasn't right when there was a perfectly good bed right there.

"Nope." I said as he looked at me, tiredly. I grabbed his arm and walked him to the bed, which he easily plopped down on. As I started to walk to the chair, he grabbed my wrist. "Dean sleep."

"I can't. Not with you on that crappy chair."

"Then where am I going to sleep?" He patted the space next to him. "If I lay down there, will you sleep?" He nodded like a child. "Fine." I exhaled.

As I laid down Dean quickly brought me right to him and gently hugged me close to him. I'm pretty sure this is just the pain killers speaking to him, but I was tired too, and he felt so warm. I snuggled into his chest and dozed off.

I woke up with a feeling of warmth around me. It felt so comforting, I didn't want to get up. That was until I realized that the warmth was Dean. I tried to slip out of his grip without waking him, but I started to feel him stir as he opened his eyes and looked at me, still half asleep.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you." I said quietly. He brought me closer and pulled me in for a hug. He then lifted my head and kissed the top of my nose.

"Stay with us. We'll go on hunts together. Me, you, Sammy and Cas. We'll be team free will."

I smiled and nodded. "Okay." And with that, we kissed.

I didn't think someone would bother me so much until I met Dean Winchester. I couldn't get him out of my head, not that I really tried to. Now that I was staying with the brothers, I got closer to the both of them, Dean especially. I love my new life with my new family.

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Forbidden Love That Wasn’t - 6

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She had always known. Even back in lycée Kagami knew that Marinette was anything but ‘just a friend’ to Adrien. No matter how many times he would deny it, his affection for Marinette had been so plainly evident that Kagami wasn’t the slightest bit surprised by what she had witnessed in an empty hallway of "Gabriel."

Going after Adrien and Marinette wasn't what Kagami would've considered an honourable or even a decent thing to do for anyone, less for the member of Tsurugi family, but when more than enough time for a change of clothes and a conversation had passed and the pair still hadn’t come back, Kagami couldn’t help but worry. Unfortunately, there was only one way she knew how to deal with anxiety, and that was not a defence.

She shrugged off Luka and headed to the security to get an access card as Adrien's girlfriend, then followed to the floor that she vaguely remembered Adrien mentioning. The halls were empty and almost dark, only a few scattered lights illuminating her way. The silence encompassing her was deafening as something inside her kept insisting that maybe she shouldn’t be here. Yet Kagami couldn’t stop. Instead, she walked as quietly as she could, trying to keep the echo from her steps to the bare minimum which proved to be quite useful once the sounds of someone’s running from around the corner approached - Kagami was easily able to slip into the nearest broom closet undetected. Unfortunately, that closet was precisely by the spot where Adrien caught Marinette in his arms.

Barely breathing, terrified of being discovered and accused of spying on the duo, Kagami froze in her place as the reality of the situation started to dawn on her. What was she thinking coming up here? It wasn’t her. She was a Tsurugi and this- this was an extremely rare moment of weakness on her part and she couldn't allow for that to be seen. That kind of reputation was not an option, so, clenching her fists, Kagami stayed in that closet with its door a little ajar until Adrien and Marinette had left and then some more.

She heard every word. She saw every tender embrace and every loving touch. She noticed how gently yet protectively Adrien held Marinette. She witnessed how distressed Marinette slowly relaxed in his arms and calmed down. She heard Adrien proclaiming his love for Marinette and saying he was planning to break up with her, Kagami. She gathered from their conversation that there had been a kiss. She even caught Marinette’s hesitation and concern for hers, Kagami’s, feelings. It was sickening. The whole scene hurt to watch, and all Kagami wished for was to storm out of that closet and stop everything. But that was something out of the question.

Once the pair had gone away, and when Kagami was absolutely sure that no one would see her, she got out of that cursed closet and headed straight for the exit. On her way down, she called her family's driver and soon the red car was whisking her away somewhere safe, somewhere where no one would see, where no one would witness her failure, somewhere where she could be alone. Only in the shelter of her bedroom Kagami did something she hadn't done in years - she cried. She was always so incredibly strong, but still, underneath all the armour Kagami had built around herself, there was a fragile girl whose heart could easily be broken.

Ignoring all of Adrien's calls, she answered one of his texts only a few hours later and just because she didn't want him showing up at her doorsteps as he claimed he would.

[Kagami: I am sorry, Adrien, but I cannot talk right now. I suddenly felt sick after you left and decided to go home. I will talk to you in the morning.]

[Adrien: Alright. I am glad you are safe. Hope you are feeling better soon. Get some rest and I’ll see you tomorrow.]

Kagami turned her cell phone off and threw it away, smashing it against the wall. Then she got under her comforter and closed her eyes. The world could wait. This mess can wait. Right now she needed sleep and forgetfulness to numb the pain and quiet the anger- yet neither wanted to oblige her that night. The morning came faster than Kagami would’ve liked, and, realizing that her attempts to fall asleep would remain utterly futile, she got up and started dressing.

The night, though, as long as it was, didn't fly by fruitless and, managing to push her anger aside, Kagami was able to think relatively soberly about the events of the previous day and the situation as a whole. She had always known that their relationship was as good as fake and never really had a viable chance. Adrien had told her before it all started that he was in love with someone else. He admitted he was trying to move on but Kagami had always known that Marinette was next in line for his affection. His heart was never hers and Kagami was aware of that. Yet she still agreed to his proposal. That was a mistake. Admittingly, she had hoped for a happier end but in reality that was a recipe for disaster and there was no one to blame but herself.

Adrien had tried - she couldn't deny that. He was loving and sweet, always polite and considerate, but in a friendly kind of way. He did everything by the book yet their passion, their spark, was non-existent and Kagami felt that. For herself, she discovered that being in a relationship where the man she loved didn’t return her feelings was not something she’d enjoy very much, if at all. There were times she felt hopeless. It was draining. Embarrassing even. It was foolish of her to think that their relationship had a real chance in the first place because soon she would’ve wanted more out of it and Adrien neither was nor would ever be ready to give it to her. His heart was somewhere else, had always been, and maybe, it was time for Kagami to accept that.

True, the way it all played out was far from ideal. Kagami was angry. She was upset but, if she’d be honest, she could hardly blame Adrien. He had warned her; they had tried; it didn't work and after much deliberating, Kagami didn't see the point of dancing around it - in the given situation that was the best they could do. They were friends first of all and she wasn’t certain that she wanted to lose their friendship only because Adrien was an oblivious idiot starved for love. He was always like that - it was a part of his charm - and she liked him that way. Plus, she didn't have many friends in general and her own mistakes shouldn’t a reason to lose one of them. For that, she would grin and bear and possibly, save their friendship in the process.

Kagami pressed her lips together – despite expecting it, she dreaded for this day to come but since it was already here, there was no point in delaying the inevitable. Her mother always used to say that if something needed to be done, it was better to be done as soon as possible, cut with surgical precision for the healing to go faster and less painful. If Adrien wanted to break up with her, she'd make his job easier for him and do it just like her grandfather had taught her – never lose, but if you do – do it with honour and grace. So, finishing with her morning routine, Kagami picked up the phone — miraculously it was still working — and texted Adrien, inviting him for late breakfast to her house. By that time her mother would already be out of the house, giving them privacy for an awkward conversation.

Adrien arrived right on time. Having not even passed the threshold, he inquired about her well-being and only after being assured that Kagami was back to normal and feeling her best, he proceeded to the dining room. They exchanged small talk as their food was served, but once the staff had gone away, Kagami decided to take the plunge.

“So how did it go?” she asked settling in her chair. "The talk with Marinette?"

Adrien tensed.

“You did talk to her, right?” she prompted. “As we discussed in the car?”

“Yes, I did," Adrien answered, shuffling in his chair. “Um- it took quite an unexpected turn and I actually wanted to talk to you about that.”

Kagami raised her eyebrow, leaning on her arms on the table. “Care to explain further?”

“Well- Um- I realized some things and then our conversation took a surprising turn.”

For a few minutes they remained silent. Kagami waited for Adrien to continue but he seemed to be thinking about the best way to move forward. It wasn't the easiest topic for him - she realized that, but Kagami didn't want to wait longer than needed. She knew everything already; his hesitance wasn't doing any of them any favours. So, she reclined back into her chair, clasping her hands together in front of her, and continued instead of him. “Have you finally discovered you are in love with Marinette? That probably is the ‘realizing things’ part. But—” her eyes narrowed, “—what unexpected turn was taken? So many possibilities… Does she not love you back anymore? I doubt that-”

“Wait,” Adrien interrupted. “You knew? You knew I was in love with Marinette?”

"Please, Adrien." Kagami rolled her eyes at him. "I love you, but sometimes you are insufferable. Everybody knows. You have absolutely zero ability to hide your feelings. They are like a huge neon sign flashing all over your face - ‘I am in love with Marinette, completely head over heels with my ‘just a friend’’. Honestly,” she puffed. “It was starting to get embarrassing when I, your official girlfriend, would stand by your side and you would be dying to run after her. Mortifying. That has to stop.”

“Why-” Adrien finally was able to gather himself and stop dumbfoundedly staring at Kagami with his mouth slack open. "Why didn’t you tell me anything if you knew and it bothered you?”

“Because these are not the things people tell their boyfriends, Adrien. Not in our situation.”

Adrien fell silent, from the looks of it, understanding precisely what Kagami meant. She never kept her feelings a secret from him, and she’d made it perfectly clear that she was waiting for him to reciprocate. Why would she tell him anything about his feelings for Marinette and push him into the arms of her rival?

“Why did you suggest I talk to her then?” he asked after a short while. “You even helped me to arrange everything. What changed?”

Kagami picked up a few grapes from her plate and popped them into her mouth. Admitting that she had hoped Adrien would destroy any possible romance with Marinette by rejecting her before she’d even confessed was not an option now, so she took her time to think before answering, “First you tell me what unexpected turn yesterday took.”

“I-” Adrien hesitated only for a few seconds. Then he swallowed and admitted. “I kissed Marinette. I kissed her and I confessed my feelings to her and she ran away from me and I’m sorry.”

“She ran away from you?” Kagami raised her eyebrow as a slight, amused smirk tugging at her lips. "Why would she do that, Adrien? As far as I knew, she has been drooling after you for years.”

Kagami noticed Adrien tense at her choice of words but she wasn't going to oblige him now paying compliments to Marinette.

“She ran away because she didn't want someone else's boyfriend kissing her.”

“I see,” Kagami averted her sight to the side. “So, you came here to break up with me?”

“Kagami, I—” Adrien seemed to be lost for words or rather the ways to say them, “—I’m sorry.”

“No need,” she stood up and walked toward the window. “Why would you apologize if it is me who is breaking up with you, Adrien?”

He blinked.

“Do not look so surprised. Did you really think I could be with someone who cheats on me?”

“Kagami-” Adrien stood up as well, “I-”

“Save it,” she stopped him and turned to look outside. Only when her eyes were fixed on something in the distance, she continued. “I guess, I should not be surprised, considering all the clues I saw but still- I underestimated Marinette.” She paused for a few seconds, and then turned around and locked her eyes on Adrien. “Ironic, is it not? The first time we met I lost a match to you and Marinette had the deciding voice. And now- now I lost a match to Marinette, and it is you who got to decide. It’s all come full circle.”

“This wasn’t a match,” Adrien said, walking up to Kagami. “There was no battle. Marinette didn’t fight you. She never tried to steal me away and as a matter of fact, she rejected me yesterday in your favour. If I’m honest, at this point, seeing how this all started and how badly I’ve messed up, I'm not even sure she’d accept me at all. I mean, I’ve earned a reputation of a cheater, and for all I know, I might end up alone and bitter at the end, and you two will laugh at me with your new boyfriends."

“Oh, please,” Kagami scoffed. “You can’t really cheat on someone with whom you never had a real relationship, Adrien. Our label had always had ‘fake’ written all over it and we both know it. And could you spare me all the rejection anxiety? There are no reasons for her to reject you.”

“Yes, there are,” Adrien grumbled. “Marinette hates the idea of being the other woman and as of now, she thinks she is the reason for our break up, which isn’t true because I’d decided to end this long before I realized my feelings for Marinette. Kagami—” Adrien took one of her hands in his and looked her straight into the eyes. “You’re an incredible woman. You are smart and brave, honest and determined. You are supportive, loving and beautiful, and I’ve always treasured our friendship and that’s why I can’t give you false hopes and string you along knowing that there is no future in it for us. As a couple, we aren't working and it’s my fault. We’re great friends, though. I’d love to keep your friendship if possible.” For a few moments, he remained silent then quietly added. “I’m sorry. I really am. I hope you can forgive an idiot like me one day, but if you won't, I don't blame you.”

Kagami stayed quiet for a short while too; then, to his surprise, she smiled. Sadly, but nevertheless, it was a barely-there smile that tugged at her lips as anger changed to resignation, her defences being slowly torn down by that something about Adrien that rendered her helpless and foiled her plans to stay mad at him. Was it his voice full of pain and tenderness? Or was it his eyes that harboured regret for their mistakes and affection toward her? His touch? The gentle way he held her hand and earnest desire she could read in his whole body to go back in time and prevent this entire mess. Whatever it was it pierced her soul. He might not love her romantically but there was no doubt in Kagami’s heart right now that Adrien did love her a lot. So maybe, it was the time for her to finally give in and accept that no matter how much heartbroken she was, she had to let him go. She might not like it; she might not want it but it was the right thing to do, and, if played right, at least it seemed like she could remain in his life as a friend - she’d hate to lose him altogether.

“You are an idiot,” Kagami said, looking to the side. “I cannot lie – I hate this but- let’s be honest - I did this to myself. I agreed to this affair despite you warning me, did I not? I should have known better.”

“Kagami-”

“That's fine,” she said quietly. “I cannot really blame you for loving someone else, Adrien. We do not choose whom we love and feelings, unfortunately, cannot be controlled. Love is especially a funny thing - it does not ask for your opinion. I wish it did, but it does not. Thank you for being honest about everything, though, and not stretching it farther than it already went.”

“Kagami, I really am sorry.”

She locked her eyes on his. ��You do not have to apologize anymore, Adrien. Leave it. It is not like you are the only one to blame - was it not me who sent you to Marinette being fully aware that I might be losing you to her one day?"

“Then why did you do it?” Adrien asked. “I don’t understand.”

Kagami turned her gaze back to the window, trying to hide her lingering tears. Should she confess to him what up to this morning she had been hesitant to admit even to herself? “Because I got tired,” she whispered. “You have no idea, Adrien, how much it hurts to not be loved in return no matter what you do. I waited for you for years. I was so happy when you chose me over everyone else to be your girlfriend but- but it only crushed me more because all the time we’ve had together you spent longing to be with her.”

Adrien bowed his head and said quietly, “I-”

“I know you tried, Adrien,” Kagami interrupted. “I do, and I appreciate that, but it seems our love story just was not meant to be.” She paused for a second, gently cupping his cheek and bringing him to look at her and added. “I just want one thing - I want you to be happy, and if Marinette is the one who makes you happy, then I’ll accept that.”

For a good few minutes, Adrien couldn't utter a single word, just looking at her with his eyes full of something Kagami couldn't fully comprehend, yet amongst regret and pain, there seemed to be gratitude.

Kagami continued instead of him. “So, do me a favour, Adrien – be happy for me, and if anyone gives you a hard time about it let me know, okay?”

“Even if that's my father?” he found himself asking unexpectedly, more for comic relief than a serious question.

“Oh, please!” Kagami rolled her eyes, retreating her hand as she puffed. “Especially Gabriel. Have you not slaved enough for him to stand in your way now?”

Adrien couldn't help but smile and wrap Kagami in a hug. “Thank you,” he murmured after a few moments, letting her go.

“Don't mention it,” Kagami replied, pulling away. “Now go away. Your new girlfriend is probably waiting for you.”

“Yeah,” Adrien groaned and rubbed the back of his neck. “That’s not happening for a while if at all.”

“She won’t reject you, Adrien. Stop believing that.”

“Well, she already did and what’s more - my father has the stupid ‘No dating internally’ rule for me and as you know, Marinette-”

“-Is right at the top of his list. Hmmm.” Kagami thought for a few moments. Then a smirk emerged on her face as a thought occurred to her, an idea that could not only help Adrien and secure their friendship, but would also make her seem like a great, if perhaps unreasonably accommodating friend instead of a dumped girlfriend in the eyes of everyone else. “Do not fret, Agreste; I have a plan.”

“I feel like I should ask.” Adrien sounded hesitant.

“Apart from family what does your father value above all?” she asked, perfectly knowing the answer. Families like theirs were much more alike than people think - with similar wealth came similar values and worries that made them somewhat predictable in their actions. Kagami had been learning that from an early age, observing the people around her, and now was the time to use it to her own advantage.

“Probably his company? His reputation?”

“Exactly. We challenge him in public and he will not be able to refuse Marinette unless he wants to damage his reputation, and we both know he will never do that.”

“He won’t be happy,” Adrien murmured.

“He won’t be happy either way- unless you want to give up on Marinette-”

“No,” Adrien protested, fire igniting in his eyes. “No way. I’m not giving up on her.”

“Then, let's go,” Kagami headed toward the hallway. “There is a second breakfast waiting for us. My driver will take me and you follow us in your car since I’m pretty sure we will part ways later.”

“Alright,” Adrien nodded, following Kagami. “How do we challenge him exactly?”

“I'll call you on the way. We don't have time left for that now,” Kagami said, walking outside. She gave directions to her driver and as promised, called Adrien. Her plan was simple and, although Adrien was apprehensive at first, at the end he agreed that it was, probably, the best course of action for everyone involved.

Quite soon, they arrived at a small but cozy café right by the television studio, a place where most of the local reporters liked to hang out. Kagami was always warned about it and forbidden to go inside unless she wanted her private conversations to be broadcasted on the national television. Today, however, that was precisely what Kagami wanted. Upon entering she quickly scanned the room and headed into a general direction of a certain person. Adrien followed and soon the pair was ordering their third meal of a day in close proximity of Nadja Chamack.

“Ready?” Kagami whispered when their server had left.

“I’m not really sure how this all supposed to go,” Adrien muttered.

“Just follow my lead,” Kagami replied and started typical small talk about nothing in particular. That continued for about ten minutes. Nadja had already finished her meal but hadn't left, her eyes glancing their way quite often as she took her tablet out and started to work on something. Once their food had arrived, Kagami winked at Adrien and said,

“You have to be kidding me, Adrien.” Her voice had become somewhat resentful if not slightly angry. A lot louder as well. “This was not our agreement. You said a few weeks, ending with the wrap of the Fashion Week, which means yesterday. I cannot pretend to be your girlfriend for another month. I have my own life, you know!”

“Kagami, please,” Adrien begged, playing a part of a desperate friend in need per Kagami's instructions. "I really-”

“I think I said no, did I not?” Kagami scoffed. “Find someone else to play your fake girlfriend. Hire someone. I could not do it even if I wanted - I have already booked a trip overseas for next week.”

“I can’t find someone else this soon. Do you really want Father and everyone else for that matter to think that I switch girlfriends every other week?”

“Then why don't you tell him the truth? I am sure you are worrying for nothing and Gabriel would approve of your little friend in a heartbeat. He adores her.”

Adrien frowned even more. “I wish I was so confident.”

“Oh, please,” Kagami groaned. “Do not start again with that stupid rule about your father forbidding you to date internally. I am sure he is a modern man with modern values and would-”

“I apologize,” Nadja suddenly appeared by their side. “I couldn't help but overhear your conversation, Mlle Tsurugi and M Agreste.” Without any hesitance, Nadja took a nearby chair and joined the pair at their table. “Usually I wouldn't ask for permission, but since both of you are from very reputable families, I’m willing to let you confirm my facts before they become news.”

Kagami raised her eyebrow. “This is a private conversation, Mme Shamack, and as far as I am concerned, you have no right to spread gossip.”

“You would think so,” Nadja smiled politely. “But may I direct your eyes to those people over there and that group over there as well?” She pointed to the other side, “They’ve already tweeted that you are here, including some bits of what you've said, and if my experience is anything to go by – they're writing shocking articles based on your conversation at this very moment. They won’t be asking for your permission, Mlle Tsurugi, and since they sit quite far from you and couldn’t possibly hear everything you said clearly, they might spread false information about what is happening here. We would hate for that to happen, wouldn’t we?”

“I suppose we would,” Kagami nodded. Nadja looked at Adrien and he agreed as well.

“Then may I propose that you give me an official interview? Your conversation will go out into the world anyway but with me on your side at least we could minimize and possibly neutralize the damage those unofficial reports will cause. Just think about all the crazy things they could come up with trying to string together bits and pieces of what you have said in the last half an hour? That would be such a shame to spoil your family's reputation, wouldn't it?”

Kagami pretended to think hard as Nadja continued her speech. She constantly switched her sight between Adrien and the reporter and made sure to look panicked enough for her next step to be believable.

“Alright,” she finally grumbled. “But just a few questions. What do you want to know?”

“You two are the newest, hottest couple in the town,” Nadja chirped excitedly as she placed her tablet on the table, revealing a long passage of notes. At the same time, she pulled out a voice recorder and clicked it on. “But I think I heard the word ‘fake girlfriend.' Have you and M Agreste been faking the relationship? If yes, could you specify the reason?”

“We have been faking it,” Kagami stated, looking at Adrien who nervously fidgeted with his napkin. “Despite what you might have heard, it ended yesterday. The reason is quite ridiculous if you ask me, but Adrien is quite sure that his Father would not approve of the girl he’s set his eyes on. She happens to be one of Gabriel’s employees and according to Adrien, his father frowns at internal dating which I find ridiculous to believe. Gabriel Agreste strikes me as a more progressive man than that.”

“So, he asked you to fake a relationship with him in order to avert M Agreste’s rising suspicions and protect the mystery girl?”

Kagami smiled at the woman. “Exactly. You are quite perceptive, Mme Chamack.”

Nadja smiled back and turning to Adrien continued. “Maybe there are other reasons for your father to disapprove of this person apart from her being his employee?”

“Only that she works for Gabriel. Nothing else,” Kagami answered for him.

“Could she be a gold digger?” Nadja asked. “I mean, I can understand M Agreste - there are real concerns when it comes to workplace romance, especially taking into consideration Adrien's situation.”

Kagami didn't even flinch. “She is well off herself so no.”

“Yet I doubt there is a person who wouldn't like to share in the power and influence the Agreste family could offer.”

“You are right in that aspect, Mme Shamack,” Kagami smiled at the woman. “But she is not that kind of a person. Adrien has eyes and good instincts - he would never fall for anyone like that. Plus, she is a childhood friend - he had plenty of time to see her true nature.”

“Any chance we might learn the name of the mystery girl?” Nadja asked directly. “Or any other additional information?”

“I'm afraid that is not my secret to share,” Kagami replied and stood up. “Now if you will excuse us, we have somewhere else to be.”

“Last question,” Nadja stood up as well. She turned to Adrien, but shaking his head, he apologized before she could say anything, put money for the meal on the table and followed Kagami out of the building as quickly as he could.

“Kagami,” he said once reached her car. “That was-”

“Not that genius at all,” she replied. “Mother would be furious about this very public fake relationship break-up.”

“It’s still better than letting everybody think we broke up a real relationship.”

“True. We would not want to lie to people, now would we?”

Adrien stilled.

“Relax, Agreste. I am joking,” Kagami tried to laugh it off.

“There is a dose of truth in every joke,” he sadly commented. “But thank you again, Kagami. You’re a real friend.”

“Yeah,” she sighed. A friend. “So what’s next for you? Face the music and then go cuddle with Marinette?”

“Pfft, I wish,” Adrien wistfully chuckled. “Though, I’m sure Father will call for me as soon as he sees the news.”

“And Marinette?”

“Can’t say. I promised to wait for her to call me.”

“You joking, right?” Kagami quirked an eyebrow. “If you want something, you have to go get it before someone else snatches it. There is no other way.”

“I used to think so too,” Adrien replied. “But it doesn’t work in my case. If I push her now I might lose any chances I might’ve had. I confessed and she promised to think about it, and I’m stopping there - not risking it this time.”

“Well, that’s not the way I was taught to solve my problems,” Kagami scorned. “Let’s go.”

Adrien blinked. “Where?”

“Marinette’s.”

“Kagami. We can’t. I promised-”

“Correction,” Kagami noted. “You promised. I didn’t, and since I have a few words to say to her, I’m going over there whether you are coming or not.”

“Kagami, please,” Adrien begged, his face paling.

“What are you so afraid of?” she chuckled, giving her driver the address. “All I want to do is to tell her that I dumped you and she can comfort your poor, heartbroken heart all she wants. I won’t bite. It is customary to congratulate the winner of a well-fought battle in my family.”

“Marinette will hear about our break-up from the news. There is no need-”

Kagami didn’t seem to hear him. “I will wait five minutes before going in. It’s your choice, Adrien.”

“You’ll get me in trouble.”

“You are already in deep water, Agreste.” She closed her door but, opening her window, added. “Plus, I suspect I might have slipped a little bit too much in our little interview back there. Nadja is, probably, already hard at work digging up your crush’s identity. Marinette would appreciate the warning, no? So quit whining and make up your mind. I will see you there.”

Adrien groaned and ran his palm over his face. “You aren’t really leaving me much choice.”

“There is always a choice,” Kagami said, as her window was closing. “See you.”

Adrien groaned again, dropping his head down as he ran his hands through his hair. Kagami could see that he was struggling and couldn't keep a satisfied yet bittersweet smile off her lips. He didn't think she was going to make it that easy for him, did he? Even though, he looked adorable like that. She'd miss what little they had but letting him go today would be the right choice for now. Kagami would remain by his side as a good friend for now. That insufferable hassle with Nadja had just ensured that for her and the future- the future would show where they'd end up. The battle was lost but who said the war was over?

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