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jeongyunhoed · 10 months

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The third and final story in the 100-Day trilogy, taking place four years after the events of The 100-Day Relationship and two years since the events of I Do. When the patriarch of the Choi family suffers a heart attack, the entire clan decides to visit the estate in the hopes of getting in his good graces and parts of his fortune before he passes. Seonghwa and Juhyun now find themselves clashing with nosy relatives who threaten to split them up and have her removed from any possible inheritance.

Inheritance

Member: Seonghwa Pairing: Seonghwa/OC Genre: I’m going to say angst-fluff, drama, intrigue. Things to note: Art Curator!Hwa, a lot of crazy rich stuff again (for real, this will have A LOT), and perhaps some adult-y things.

Watch out!: More drama ahead. References of childhood trauma/emotional abuse being one of them. Bitchy relatives ahead. Seriously.

A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long but be assured that I finished this. Things just seem to get worse before they get any better for our two main characters. Tag list is open as always.

Tag list: @kflixnet , @treasure-hwa

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Chapter 3

The air was tense by dinner time, as everyone in the Choi clan gathered around what would be the large dining room, with a table so long Seonghwa thought it must have been taken from some castle or made just for the family patriarch. The two of them did some light catching up with Juhyun’s other relatives like Daeyoung’s sisters Chaeyeon and Yeri, both of whom attended the wedding as Seonghwa remembered. Seonghwa even engaged in conversation with Yeri’s banker husband, Kim Minhyuk, who congratulated him during the wedding for being another man to marry into the Choi family. Seonghwa wasn’t sure if he meant it nicely or as an insult.

The dining room was just as large and opulent. While in keeping with the French rococo style, the table napkins were apparently heirlooms coming from Juhyun’s great-grandfather Choi Hyunbin, which explained their slightly aged appearance. Each place setting had the various spoons, forks, and even chopsticks laid down, along with several glasses that were meant to hold various drinks according to whichever they wanted.

Seonghwa looked over to another, much smaller table in the room, where Yeri’s twin children, Seoeon and Seojun were with their helper who introduced herself as Lucy. Daeyoung’s teenage son, Choi Soohyuk also opted to sit with his cousins at the smaller table. Seonghwa later learned that Soohyuk wanted to avoid his father’s continued bragging about the wealth he has come under despite Japan’s inheritance taxes.

Juhyun glanced at her husband. “If it’s overwhelming for you, we can have our dinner up in the room,” She whispered in his ear.

Seonghwa chuckled and shook his head. “No need, Juhyun. We should join everyone for dinner at least once. But I’ll take you up on that in the next few days while we’re here,” He whispered back, his hand reaching to hold hers.

The rumbling conversations among the family members started to die down when the maids started to enter the room carrying various platters and dishes full of food. Seonghwa and Juhyun glanced at Hyungsuk, who was seated at the head of the table, with Juhyun’s father and uncle sitting on his immediate right and left. Hyungsuk looked pleased at the food that was being set down.

“All of you can tuck in, go ahead,” Hyungsuk gestured to them.

“What about you?” Hyunwoo’s wife, Jina suddenly asked, with Dajeong looking equally concerned. Everyone was still quite hesitant to do so.

“I’m fine, if you had to wait for me to start eating before the rest of you, it’d take us forever,” Hyungsuk joked. “But in all seriousness, all of you should start, allow me to indulge seeing everyone in the family at home.”

As if in an instant, most of them now turned to Hyunwoo, who also gestured for them to eat. Sangmin seemed to have gotten the message from the other table, tucking into his bowl of french onion soup, the sounds of the cheese toast on top crackling and making everyone’s mouth water. Daeyoung, however, looked unimpressed. Seonak was also in disbelief, huffing when she had to take the platter of filet mignons to place one on her topmost plate, setting aside her bowl of soup.

“So, Seonghwa, do you have any plans to attend the art events?” Seonak suddenly turned to him in the midst of the continued conversations. Juhyun and Jihyun exchanged knowing looks.

Seonghwa immediately remembered their conversation at the guest villa earlier. “I’d hope to if I ever get an invite,” He chuckled.

“You’d want that, wouldn’t you?” Seonak said. Juhyun fought the urge to roll her eyes yet her expression remained clear.

“Who wouldn’t? Those are prestigious events,” Seonghwa said, sensing that it wasn’t what the woman meant. Juhyun squeezed his hand, as if telling him that he’s doing fine.

Daeyoung, however, seemed to play off on Seonak’s words and he exchanged looks with his wife, who also knew what might be going on. “Didn’t your museum hold a fashion exhibit with Chanel pieces? I wonder how you pulled that off,” Hyemin suddenly said.

“Yeah, that was years ago, when Juhyun and I were dating,” Seonghwa tried to stay calm, despite knowing that they were starting to close in on him. He was beginning to see why Juhyun hated them even more. “She helped me. I told her she didn’t need to, but she insisted anyway.”

“If you two are trying to insinuate what I think you’re insinuating, you can stop it now,” Juhyun cut in, squeezing Seonghwa’s hand.

It was Jihyun and Bin’s turns to try and defuse the tension. Jihyun suddenly cleared her throat, the attention turning to her. “So, Bin and I were thinking about having a destination wedding,” She said.

“Oh? Where do you plan on having it?” Seonak said.

“We were thinking Cannes,” Jihyun replied.

“Why not Lake Como? Or the Amalfi coast?” Hyemin asked. “It’s wonderful there for a summer wedding.”

Jihyun glanced at Juhyun and Seonghwa, then turned to their aunt. “Well, unnie already had her honeymoon in Italy, so I thought we’d go somewhere else.”

Seonak smiled. Juhyun knew it was the kind of smile that meant she had an idea that had an underlying motive. She remembered that kind of smile since she was a child, when she was left to spend an entire summer in their home in Geneva, Switzerland. Seonak would always blame her for everything that likely went wrong and never allowed her own children to speak up, leading them to stay silent out of not wanting to be involved. There was a time that Seonak had even called her useless when Jihyun sprained her ankle while playing in their garden, something Juhyun remembered very well to this day.

“Tell you what, let’s talk more about your wedding plans later, hmm?” Seonak suggested.

Jihyun nodded. “Sure, after dinner,” She said, squeezing Bin’s hand.

“Italy’s big enough for both of you to have something there though, did you not want Jihyun to have her wedding there” Seonak suddenly rounded on Juhyun.

“I never said Jihyun can’t have her wedding in Italy,” Juhyun pointed out, trying to sound as polite as possible.

Seonak chuckled.. “Why so formal all of a sudden? I was just asking,” She said. “Besides, your wedding has come and gone, Jihyun’s the one getting married this time, let the spotlight shine on her, okay, Juhyunnie?”

Juhyun felt her blood boil. It was taking everything in her not to snap. She knew Seonak was purposely trying to provoke her, perhaps with some assistance from Daeyoung. Seonghwa noticed how she was feeling and instead gave her an assuring pat on the thigh as they focused on their food.

Juhyun was furiously flipping through the channels of the smart television in the third floor living room after dinner, Seonghwa noticing the change in her mood. “Hey,” He said, sitting up next to her. “There are other ways to let your frustration out than to destroy the remote control.”

Juhyun didn’t answer and instead changed the programming to Netflix only for her to furiously flip through the lineup of shows and movies. Seonghwa sighed, figuring that it was better to let Juhyun be, even though he was worried that the more Juhyun would furiously look through the selection of movies and tv shows, she might destroy the buttons on the remote out of frustration.

As Seonghwa sat back, he suddenly saw Jihyun come in, followed by Bin. Jihyun looked a little unsure, while Bin seemed like he had no idea what was going on, but followed his fiance to the room anyway. “So, did you talk?” He said, Juhyun stopping her scanning.

“Yeah, we did, Seonak actually offered to use the family summer home in Geneva for our wedding,” Jihyun said, while Bin looked surprised and pleased at the same time.

“That’s nice,” Juhyun said. She was still too evidently frustrated to genuinely be happy for them at the moment. “Summer wedding in Switzerland, that would look amazing.”

Jihyun smiled, then looked down, her expression falling slightly. “Unnie, there’s a condition though,” She said. “I knew she had an ulterior motive with her suggesting that since Geneva seems like her territory.”

Juhyun felt a lump in her throat. “And that is?” She said.

Jihyun was finding it hard to speak, while Bin seemed concerned. “What did she want in exchange?” He spoke this time.

“Unnie’s not allowed to bring Seonghwa,” Jihyun blurted out, eyes closed.

Bin, Juhyun, and Seonghwa stared at her. The room had gone quiet at her words. Bin looked especially shocked. Seonghwa now felt and understood why Juhyun was so angry at her aunt. “But-but that’s not fair,” Bin said quietly.

“But it’s also our wedding,” Jihyun said, in what could be described as a poor attempt of justifying what she revealed. She held onto her fiance’s hand. “We’ve been having trouble deciding where our wedding should be, and we even wanted a destination wedding.”

This was what Seonghwa’s family and his own colleagues at the museum had long warned him about when it came to Juhyun’s family. At the time, he was certain that things were different, but now he wasn’t sure. He wondered whether he could speak first or if Juhyun would say anything first. Seonghwa noticed how Bin understood Jihyun’s point of view once she explained.

“Is it because of what I think it is?” Juhyun suddenly spoke, still staring at her sister.

Jihyun was still finding it hard to look at her. “Unnie…”

“Is it?”

“Unnie, it is my wedding, and the summer home in Geneva has a very nice view of the mountains…” Jihyun swallowed as she seemed to pluck up the courage to look at her.

Juhyun felt like another weight was thrown at her. “Then I’m not going.”

Jihyun gaped at her. “Unnie, please-”

“I said what I said,” Juhyun cut her off. “Find another bridesmaid, find another groomsman. Your wedding gift will be in the mail,” She got up and left the room.

Seonghwa quickly followed her, not wanting to see how Jihyun and Bin were reacting. He felt humiliated, demeaned by that simple condition. It was the first time Seonghwa felt like he wasn’t good enough. Seonghwa also felt conflicted. Juhyun loved him to put him first, but it also meant that she was skipping her own sister’s wedding as a result of being married to him.

Juhyun fled into the room and started packing her things. “Juhyun,” Seonghwa closed the door behind him, grabbing her hands. “Juhyun wait,” He said.

“Please call Eunhyung, tell her to have a town car ready, we’re leaving, we’re going home,” She said quietly, pulling away from him to place her things into her suitcase.

Seonghwa sighed. “Juhyun, please.”

“No, no, I’ve had it. Coming here was a bad idea, all the more so with the bullshit Seonak’s spewing all over the house,” She said, fighting the urge to cry.

“But you didn’t come here for her, you came here for your grandfather,” Seonghwa tried to reason, even though he himself agreed with wanting to go home. He made his way to the intercom. “Eunhyung, please call a car for us, our stay has been cut short,” He said.

“Really? But why?” Eunhyung sounded concerned.

It seemed like a fuss for Seonghwa to explain everything, so he thought to give another reason. “Something came up in the museum, so we thought we’d go back home instead. I’m sorry we couldn’t stay after all.”

“Alright, I’ll have the chauffeur get ready to drive you back,” Eunhyung said, and Seonghwa hung up.

There was a knock on the door. “It’s open!” Seonghwa called out, glancing at Juhyun, who was folding up her travel case that had her toiletries.

In peeked Lee Yejin, Seonak’s eldest daughter, who Seonghwa remembered had attended their wedding. She was married to a pharmaceutical executive in Switzerland, Han Dongmin. “Juhyun,” She said calmly, looking apologetic.

“Yeah?” Juhyun said without looking at her.

“My mom’s just been up in arms around the fact that she wasn’t invited to your wedding,” Yejin explained. “You know how she is.”

“I don’t need you trying to explain on her behalf. I’ve long known the kind of person that she is. You of all people should remember that very well,” Juhyun side-eyed her.

“I know,” Yejin nodded and looked down, suddenly noticing the open suitcases as Seonghwa was also packing his things. “You’re leaving already?” She said.

“There’s nothing else here. As much as I already saw grandpa, I know she’s stuck to him like glue so there’s no point in me staying here. Besides, Seonghwa has an emergency at the museum, so all the more we need to go home even at this hour,” Juhyun pointed out. “It was nice seeing you and Dongmin earlier. I’ll make sure to give you my baby shower gift in advance.”

Yejin looked down at her growing baby bump then at Seonghwa, as if hoping that he could convince her to stay, but knew that he ultimately agreed. “Well, I guess I’ll see both of you sometime. Maybe when the baby’s born I’ll facetime the two of you.”

“That would be appreciated,” Juhyun went into the bathroom and closed the door.

Yejin stepped inside the room and closed the door behind her. “I’ve always felt sorry for not doing anything for her when we were kids,” She said quietly, Seonghwa glancing at her from time to time as he closed both their suitcases and put them down.

“That long, huh?” He said.

Yejin nodded. “I’m guessing she’s turned up the bullshit now knowing what’s at stake,” She said.

“I can tell. Well, there’s always one in every family, right?” Seonghwa tried to joke, and Yejin nodded.

Yejin stepped closer to him. “Please don’t tell Juhyun just yet. I also know you’re a good guy so I also know you won’t do anything untoward with what I’m about to reveal to you.”

“You want me to convince her to stay?” Seonghwa asked.

Yejin shook her head. “No, I can’t, and it’s a lost cause since she’s made up her mind,” She said in practically a whisper. “Juhyun actually stands to inherit a lot of what my mother wants, and what Daeyoung oppa wants.”

Seonghwa nodded. He wasn’t going to pry, but he was also curious as to what she meant. “No wonder she did what she did at dinner.”

Yejin hummed in agreement. “Yeah. If our grandmother were still alive, she’d have Juhyun taken off the family register to be honest, simply because uncle Jongmin married auntie Dajeong, and now Juhyun married you. Her side of the family’s been through the most shit from the very people they’re related to, if I’m being honest.”

Seonghwa understood what Yejin meant. Even if it seemed that Yejin was on their side, he was still careful enough not to say anything in case they were looking for something to pin on him. The door opened again, and it was Eunhyung. “The car’s outside. Don’t worry, I’ll tell the parents,” She said.

The bathroom door opened and out came Juhyun. “Thank you, Eunhyung. I’ll see you soon. You should probably get back to your husband and get some rest,” She said, without looking at her cousin.

“See you,” Seonghwa nodded at Yejin, while he and Juhyun brought their luggage out of the room.

The incidents seemed to hang over Juhyun and Seonghwa’s heads even as they returned to Seoul and slept. While the fact that they were kilometers away from Seonak and Daeyoung gave them some comfort, knowing that Jihyun accepted Seonak’s offer to have her wedding at the family home in Geneva with an ulterior motive left a bad taste in their mouths.

It seemed to spill over into the weekend, when they met up with Jea and Wooyoung at his restaurant for brunch, telling them everything that happened. “Why her husband’s still with her, I will never know,” Jea scoffed as they tucked into their food.

“Decades of being told that she needed to marry someone like us is what happened, and besides, Dongmin’s too absorbed in his work to even pay attention,” Juhyun said.

“If you ask me, your aunt’s behaving like those school bullies,” Wooyoung commented, taking a sip of his water.

“She was one, she never changed,” Juhyun shook her head.

Wooyoung glanced at Seonghwa. “See what I mean? It’s not a surprise. If it makes you feel better Hwa, her aunt would hate me too. I think she’d hate most of us guys here.”

“You’re literally a Michelin-star chef,” Juhyun pointed out.

“But I did not come from money,” Wooyoung was quick to counter.

“Still a Michelin-star chef,” Seonghwa repeated with a chuckle. He was still cautious about saying anything about Juhyun’s relatives in case anyone who might know them heard them.

“Well, in any case, you did good by just leaving. There’s no use for you to be there if they’re just bent on bullshitting you all throughout, it could’ve gone a lot worse if you still stayed after that,” Jea nodded. “Even if you’re related, it’s no excuse for them to put you through that. Geez, as if we didn’t have to put up with your ex years ago.”

Juhyun nodded. “You are right on that one. I don’t feel like being near them for now,” She said.

“You don’t have to be. Hey,” Wooyoung sat up. “Why don’t we go to Essence again?” He suggested.

Seonghwa wrinkled his nose. “There? That bar we went to for the bachelor party? Why?” He said.

“You two obviously need a change of scenery, so why not go somewhere interesting?” Wooyoung shrugged.

“Are we even allowed back there? You do remember what happened when we went there, right?” Seonghwa raised a brow.

Wooyoung nodded. “I do, and don’t worry, it was only Jihan and his guys that weren’t allowed back. You’re fine.”

Jea gave her husband a look. “Why do I get the feeling you’ve been back there more than once? Didn’t you say you didn’t like how you had to eat your drink?” She laughed.

“Well, Jiho brought us guys back there one time while these two were off,” Wooyoung gestured to Juhyun and Seonghwa as he explained. “You start getting used to having to eat your drink. At least I didn’t get a gin and tonic, it took a while for that huge ice cube to melt.”

Seonghwa remembered it well, and the thought made him laugh. He heard his phone beep and he looked over to see the notification. It was a message from his mother.

Someone named Seonak called us yesterday, talking about you and Juhyun. Do you know who she is?

His expression fell and he put his phone away, not wanting to deal with it just yet. They’ll have to deal with it when they get home. Seonghwa remembered what Yejin said, the reasons why Seonak was so bent on making Juhyun’s life a living hell while they were around. His wife stood to get what they wanted, and if Seonghwa’s suspicions were right, they were trying to make sure Juhyun would no longer inherit those things.

“Is something wrong?” Jea suddenly asked him.

Seonghwa smiled. “It’s nothing. Just a work thing,” He said.

The drive back to their apartment later on seemed quiet. Seonghwa wasn’t sure if he should bring it up then and there or wait until they were home. The weight remained on their shoulders as they returned to their apartment, Juhyun having noticed the slight change in Seonghwa’s mood earlier.

“Was it a work thing that got you down?” Juhyun asked, sitting down at the dining table.

Seonghwa shook his head as he prepared cups of tea for the two of them. “It was my mom. She said your aunt called them up, talked about us,” He replied.

Juhyun sighed and closed her eyes. It felt like a building nightmare. “I’m sorry,” She said, leaning on the table.

“It’s not your fault,” Seonghwa immediately sat down next to her at the table. “It’s not your fault. I don’t even know how she got a hold of my mom’s number to be honest…”

“She has her ways. She probably hired a private investigator or something. I wouldn’t put it past her to do something like that,” Juhyun buried her face in her hands then sat up. “I should probably call her up and apologize-”

Seonghwa shook his head, grabbing both of her hands. “This is not your fault. I know what I signed up for when I dated you, when I married you. This is just another obstacle the two of us will overcome together, okay?” He let go of her hands to cup her face. “It’s us against that, not us against each other.”

Tears were streaming down Juhyun’s face. “It just feels like everything’s imploding,” She said.

Seonghwa rested his forehead on hers. “I know it does. I know it’s frustrating, but we’ll get through this. We don’t need to go back there if you don’t want to, okay? We can just keep away from them as much as we can, until they leave and return to wherever they were coming from. At least you’ve faced them even if it’s just for a day.”

“I still want to call your parents and apologize,” She said.

“If it makes you feel better, we can do that. They’ll understand. In fact, they’ll know how you feel, I have no doubts about it,” Seonghwa assured his wife. “Your parents probably know about that by now, huh?”

Juhyun nodded. “If Jihyun hasn’t explained to them, Eunhyung might give an explanation too. She knows how much I hated aunt Seonak,” She said. “Just as much as I hate Daeyoung.”

“What about Sangmin?” He asked curiously.

“He’d know. He was probably the first one Jihyun told about having her wedding in Switzerland,” She said, more tears flowing down her face. It only made her cry more when Seonghwa tried to wipe it away.

Seonghwa pulled Juhyun in for a hug, stroking her hair to further comfort her, while also trying to give himself the same treatment. “It’s okay, it’s going to be okay, we’ll get through this,” He whispered.

Juhyun’s phone beeped, and she pulled away, seeing that it was a message from her mother.

Juhyun, your grandfather just passed away.

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wench-and-jezebel · 1 year

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Dark Angel Reaction: Red

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]

NO MONOLOGUE 😱😱😱

[“We stole that power first! It’s ours!” So she was ranting about this in s1 even before she was ranting about this (re. Alec) in s2, I see]

*sigh* so bitchy. So hot. S’not fair

I’ll live in an abandoned building for that tub *sigh*

Togan! 😁

How did you know that? Some good ears [The water was splashing pretty loudly tbf] True ☠️

[Max prioritizing herself over the greater good again] Does she ever not tho? [True! Also, it might be fine if she didn't then act like she was some paragon of virtue later]

Must be so dehumanizing for these poor men to be lifted like a rag doll by her

Sorry but. Buddy there was no blood. You’re just stupid

["I thought you were dead" Damn, this is the episode catchphrase, apparently alkdsjf] ☠️☠️☠️

[OH IT'S THIS ONE! Get ready to be annoyed]

“Coulda been worse.” ☠️☠️☠️

“Here’s some spending money” ☠️☠️☠️ *sigh* Must be nice. She should respect the shit out of him

THEY GONNA HOOK UP!?!

Look here bitchy man

How boujie of him

Oh she kinky

BOUJIE

🥺🥺🥺

Money! 🤣🤣 Yeeep it’ll get you anything

Speaking of off the record… How’d you get this tape

Budddy that’s not healthyyyy! Stop watching yourself get shot

Nooooo Wot Is Happening How Even Did He get them in there [Magic]

MEN 😤 [Ma'am, you're married… I remind you that you got yourself hitched to one of them] He’s different (most days) ☠️ He’s the exception. But he still has his “men” moments

[OH MY GOD THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED] ☠️☠️☠️☠️ The one time it’s very much not welcome [Enemies to friends to lovers?] Does that happen?! [No aslkdfj]

“It’s all coming back to me now”... I got my ass kicked by a lady

[btw, her mission security is shit here]

This scene is giving me whiplash

Oh he has escapéd [laksdjflkajfd the accent is stunning] ☠️

Did she not think this would happen???? Dumbo. [Like I said, mission security sucks] ☠️☠️

[Okay, but her dealing with the guy extorting the working girls was, grudgingly, great]

You know when you got these scenarios where the persons life is in danger but they are stupid? [All too well] And keep running away? I don’t even feel bad when they ultimately get got

*sigh* she's showing off her Manticore stuff without call for it again ☠️☠️

“My wife” ☠️☠️

Buddy I’m sorry, but you do not have the right lifestyle to be reproducing [You're not wrong]

Cliche bad guy: has a kid so isn’t “so” bad 🙂🙃

Is he lying? I feel like he’s lying. And she’s just stupid. (Cause she gave the ol soft smile awww he’s a good dad face: Women… we got our flaws too) [I? Don't think so? I think that was genuine]

– – –

Okay… Midpoint *sigh* imma lil rusty. BUT. This fecking man (Bruno) is annoying af! *sigh* Like, Max is annoying. Logan is annoying sometimes. Hell, they all have their moments. But this man… Like, buddy is such a good father he HAS to call his daughter every night.. but can’t take the fact people are trying to kill him serious enough to stay put!?! And in all honesty I don’t have too much more. Other than Logan ridiculously torturing himself with reasons he hates the guy he wants max to save ☠️ nothing else has happened til now

– – –

[I maintain that Normal wears makeup] ☠️☠️☠️ I believe it

I LOVE HER! And him! [This watchthrough, I'm loving both Normal and OC even more than I did last time]

“Dumbo” [Look, is you!] Shush

WHY WOULD YOU GO SEE YOUR KID YOU IDIOTTTTTTTT?!?!?!?! LIKE?!?!?!?!

[Okay but that "yahoo" was adorable] I know but still [Shush]

Seeeeeeee [Shush. The yahoo was cute] And the gunman took a giant shit on the cuteness ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

Buh-ruh [OH SHIT THEM Rightttttt I remember this]

Ooooh ok fire knife makes sense now

Who is this guy? [idk but I remember liking him] Did I miss him coming up [Nah, I don't think we know him] Oh 🤣 He just randomly popped up. I was like….. who are you!?

Oooof I got caught up in the story 🤣🤣🤣 but how cliche: a bomb threat

Double-cross! Evil! Man! [Did I mention she's kinda dumb for stupidly flaunting her powers... this is why. People. Notice.] Yep

Welp if he dies… Won’t feel too bad (again)

[Hubris being her flaw again]

Nope not a lick of remorse… Ya deserved it buddy [This is fair, but the kid didn't] That’s true and that part sucks. But he could have got her killed getting what he wanted (to see her one more time) so imo she’s better off

Aaaaaack

[Another instance of Max being allowed to verbally express pain/discomfort while she didn't allow Alec the same season 2 courtesy... not that I'm bitter or anything] So what I’m hearing is alec becomes her (just better) she becomes zach and zach becomes the terminator [... That- Yeah, that's a pretty damn good description, tbh] ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

No end monologues… This ep was all kinda weird 🤣🤣🤣

– – –

Jezebel: This episode managed to piss me off in multiple ways… *sigh* Like, this time her bitchiness was deserved ‘cause Bruno was an idiot.

Wench: WAIT THAT'S A GOOD POINT! This is vaguely off-topic rn but! Take her bitchiness towards Bruno… Direct it towards Dean… Don’t change anything about her bitchiness and don’t change much of Dean's character… And you have her relationship with Alec.

Jezebel: So she’s just like that all the time. But for NO reason? *sigh* Hoooo boy

Wench: I mean. He's a bit trying at times, sure. But he doesn’t deserve her shit

Jezebel: Next seasons reactions are gonna be spicy

Wench: alskdfjla;skdjf I look forward to it

Jezebel: I think that’s all for endpoint tho. Again, this episode revolved around this one story line so much the cameos of the other characters could have been left out and it wouldn’t be noticed. They were just filler to make it longer lol

Wench: That's true. This is fair… Til next episode then!

#dark angel #dark angel reactions #reactions #episode reactions #s01e10 #red #max guevara #logan cale #jezebel (pr)

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croakings · 1 year

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after 30 escape attempts i now feel like i'm qualified to have Opinions on hades game supergiant so.

WHY IS EVERYONE SO MEAN TO HYPNOS i love hypnos. for my first like 15 runs or so he's the only person i gave nectar to. i told my sibling this and got hit with "what the fuck is wrong with you he doesn't even give you anything" HE GIVES ME JOY.

and also his wallet. which is hysterical to me. HE JUST GIVES YOU HIS WALLET..... who could hate this guy. i ASK you

i do actually given that understand why his mom is like "uh,,,, hypnos has,, Things, and i'm ignoring him for the foreseeable future," but in his defense that is such a fucking funny thing to do. everything he does is such an incredible fucking choice. clown rights!!!!

i should mention i didn't bother checking what anything at all does or even is so i was collecting like basically nothing as i went along if i could help it. i was like "well that all seems like nonsense and a waste of time" and let me tell you. it wasn't

i like meg because i love mean people and i deeply respect how skilled she is in delivering as many low blows as she can think of but i DO wish her character design didn't include like, super saturated orange and magenta and lavender. i'm so sorry queen that's so ugly,,, you deserve better

dusa is cute but her voice hurts my ears. and i feel like they should have let her be mean. if i were her i would be at least a LITTLE mean

@ achilles you are my dad. boogie woogie woogie

@ hades fuck u. you are NOT my dad. especially with that boss fight. what the hell man. talk about a cowabummer it is OUTSIDE...... it should be a snowball fight. if it must be at all

also i was expecting theseus to be a lot worse speaking of bosses. i have more trouble with the stupid hydra i gotta be honest he's only got me like, once

orpheus is such a bizarre little gremlin man i was audibly like NO WAY when i finally checked what gemstones do and he showed up (yeah i didn't look until i had. the diamond. lmao). i support him stick it to the man king

on the topic of weird little gremlin men. NO ONE TOLD ME THANATOS WAS SO INCREDIBLY BITCHY,,,,,,, I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WAS EXPECTING BUT NOT THAT. he's so funny i love thanatos also. if i could insert any item in the game it would be one of those megaphones with preprogrammed sounds and the button duct taped down on it so it just keeps blasting THATS MY BEST FRIEND every time he or hypnos shows up.

artemis is so cool it's a shame her boons Fucking Suck

dionysis athena and ares are definitely my top three gift pals. zues n hermes n aphrodite are all very close seconds because i only like them if i have some particular hammer upgrades also usually

i forgot to mention i'm like exclusively using the bow. i have everything else unlocked but like. she's the most bang for ur buck. to me

i also forgot to mention that charon is also incredibly fucking funny to me what the hell is nyx feeding her kids. they all rule so hard. he's just straight up smuggling. the question isn't who will let him it's who will stop him. and the answer is absolutely no one. he hustles so good it forms diplomatic relations i'm obsessed with him

i dislike demeter i'm revoking the bitchy rights card for her. banned blocked and reported she is not welcome in the club. her boons are also mid at best so far

i feel like i'm forgetting things even though this is super long. patroclus is great. eurydice is the BEST. i'm minorly suspicious of nyx. i hate poseidon he sucks.

OH ZAGREUS he rules too. adhd king, card carrying member of the bitchy club, rip for the parent situation. bisexual fuckup representation i support him also.

pretty game, great writing great music. the voice actors all went so hard. it's also nice how much effort they put into trying to keep things from getting too repetitive. it would probably be more successful with me if i used like, any of the other weapons at all

OH AND! i have been informed you can get stuffed animals. 10/10 no notes i understand why this game is so popular. true love IS giving someone your treasured little guy. vessel of your heart. hades game understands me i can't wait for something terrible to happen there is no way any of this ends well

#*#chatter #hades game #i do want to say again thanatos is SO fucking funny he's like hey idiot. fuck you. also hi i'm here for no reason to kill everything for u.#loser. this is NOT because we're friends. i'm MAD. anyway do NOT die if you do i WILL yell at you. because i hate you. xoxo #absolutely incredible wet paper bag of a guy he's only shown up like three times i'm still not over his whole. personality #SOMEHOW I WAS UNDER THE IMPRESSION HE WAS COOL THIS IS S O MUCH BETTER #anyway #aha #i wish i wasn't bad at video games i am so behind in all marriage counseling quests......... orpheus keeps getting yelled at 🥲#IM SORRY BRO i was. uh. i'm working on it now!!!!!#edit: so true it's the autism. hoping patricide the video game the sequel is ready for me to shoot more of nyx's kids with the autism beam

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mushroompoisoning · 1 year

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HELLO I love bluejays (they remind me of Cassie :]) and also hearing abt mutuals ocs so I have come to drop ten million numbers for the ask game for (Blue)Jay sorry in advance 7 8 10 11 12 18 19 20 22 27 29 31 32 42 47 49 51 53 54 56

also i wanted to send this earlier but. I hate mobile with a passion hsbdhj

omg questions :000 Okay okay. Their full name is Bluejay they just go by Jay idk why I wrote it like that

questions below the readmore [:

7. Occupation?

Not really employed anywhere specific. They were a travelling bard! They'd play at bars and other events and got paid off of tips

8. Weapon of choice?

Magic! Jay uses a bard magic through enchanted gloves they wear. The gloves hold the magic, but they need to use an instrument in order to cast spells and whatnot. They play string instruments [: mainly violin and acoustic guitar

10. Do they have any piercings, markings or scars?

They have a few scars they hide under their clothes and earrings [:

11. Do they have any notable features?

Jay's eyes are very, very blue. Unnaturally blue! Closest I can think of is a brighter cobalt. Their eyes stand out a lot and are very recognizable

12. Own any pets?

Nope! They don't even have a house! Jay just stays in hotels and inns while travelling

18. Any special keepsakes?

Their favourite weapon/instrument is the first violin they ever carved by themselves! Also earrings from an old best friend

19. Hobbies?

Wood carving. In order to make your own instruments you have to be good at it, why not have some fun? They like making small statues and leaving them places

20. Clothing/Aesthetic?

^ those are my two main refs for Jay's outfit

22. Fav colour?

Never thought about it, really. Probably a nice shade of red

27. What's their family like?

I never actually thought of details for their family. They've been travelling playing music for at least around 10 years now, and have had no contact with any family in that time. Jay doesn't really care, they didn't mean much to them

29. What was childhood like?

Boring. Jay grew up poor and wasn't able to do much. They ran off to play music in far off lands as soon as they possibly could

31. What's their current main conflict?

Getting kidnapped by Captain Lapis and his crew. The captain isn't actually a bad person, none of the crew is. If you ignore the kidnapping, they're actually treating Jay really really well and being very friendly. Jay's mainly trying to convince themselves they don't like the crew

32. What steps have they taken to overcome this conflict?

Jay occasionally helps out around the ship. They have no requirement to help anyone or do anything, but sometimes they like to help. Doing this they're slowly realizing it's not so bad to open up and not put up a bitchy front

42. What's the dumbest thing your character has done?

Tried to see if they could break the strings of their guitar by biting them. They couldn't, of course, but the impulsive thoughts won.

47. What's your characters biggest turning point?

Meeting a travelling architect in their early teens. Then Jay didn't believe they could ever get out of their kingdom, felt trapped. The architect told them about how they just ran around to different towns and kingdoms and offered services people would pay for. Jay took inspiration and decided they were gonna do the same

49. What are some themes that tie into your characters story?

Finding your own path instead of following the one your parents set you on. Searching for your calling, your destiny. Finding peace in doing what you love instead of what everyone wanted you to do. Stuff like that [:

51. What are some inspirations for your character?

Imagine if Raine from toh had Darius from toh's personality. The bard magic of toh in general, really.

53. Expectation vs reality?

Originally, Jay was just gonna be me being like "hehe what if there were gay people. and they had a dynamic. wouldn't that be great?" but i expanded on that!

54. What does your character want? What do they need?

Freedom to do whatever they want. Jay hates feeling trapped with no choices, they like a lot of options! That's really the only reason they hated being kidnapped

56. What's your overall goal with this character?

Jay Will be forced to join the qpp pirate ship polycule. They also start dating Lapis! Basically all self indulgent fluff of some anti-monarchy pirates having fun

wooo :D i love questions jumps up and down

#this was so much fun EEEEEEE #i love jay <3 my beloved bitch #asks & answers #cat!!#wallace says shit #thank you for the questions :D

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Bit of an update...

October 4th, 2007

Hello there! How often should we actually be writing this blog thing? I have a feeling we’ve been a bit rubbish. Sorry. I guess we’re not interesting enough to write too often and frequently get distracted by shiny things. The main news in campesinos! camp is that (as of yesterday) we’re all back in the UK. What’s up with it being so cold, eh? This return means we’ve finished recording and mixing the album so early next year it will be fresh for your little ears.

Ellen: We also got to mix the album in a very interesting area of Toronto which was a hang out for drivers with a penchant for loud bass heavy music. Each evening they would crank up the volume and stand stationary around their cars just kinda looking at each other, it seemed fun and often I wanted to join in. This was balanced out by charity workers who would do team building exercises each morning which involved group singing, clapping and generally dancing around like idiots. One of them enquired as to whether Aleks and myself wanted a job. It was tempting. The hotel we stayed in was also rather odd, one morning we woke to hear a mexican band practicing in the room next door and were then greeted by a man stroking his pet chameleon in the lift (not a euphanism.) Apparently lots of mafia/gangster get-togethers were held there, under the guise of baby showers and weddings. Despite this strangeness we’re missing canada muchly but there is also something quite nice about being reunited with home comforts like daytime australian soaps, the sunday times, chavs and good old british sarcasm. On the flight back, Ellen and myself had our excess baggage fee waved because the guy found out I was at medical school (on hiatus) so if you’re ever in the situation, I suggest subtly slipping in dissection room banter or something. The flight was exciting as ever, with a tear being shed over our last chance to indulge in canada’s staple drink of clamato juice, ie a touch of clam juice mingled with tomato juice. i know - crazy…Ellen dropped a muffin on the floor (Ellen is upset about this still). Then the flight attendants moved Harriets violin without telling her. so yeah, we know how to have fun.Ellen: I however had a nasty shock when returning home to Cardiff, in my absence my flatmates had turned my room into some sort of brothel for their visiting friends drunken encounters. I have decided to get a big lock, lazer system and bear traps put in place for our next trip away.

We start our UK tour on Saturday, so we’ll get to see lots of places none of us have been to like Colchester whilst indulging in lots of Alan Partridge/Curb Your Enthusiasm DVD time on the van, Marks and Sparks food and unbeatable Travel Lodges for accomodation. We’ve never been on tour for that long before so the blogs might get progressively more angry/ bitchy/ whiny. We’re playing with some awesome bands, and they’re definitely worth seeing even if we’re not. Oh and we have some exciting new t-shirts and pants we’ll be selling. Hopefully we’ll see some of you at the shows, come say hi - we like people. Ellen: Also I have a new tattoo so come just to see that if you like, you can prod it if you want.lots of love Aleks and Ellen and all of LC!

PS – We wrote this blog one week ago and then just kinda didn’t get round to publishing it. Coz we’re silly. Since then we’ve been to and come back from Ireland, where we put ourselves to shame by not drinking very much Guinness and sounding more Somerset than Irish when we tried to do the accent. We also discovered that none of us can play pool very well. And Gareth got told off by the receptionist at the Holiday Inn because we were indulging in the legendary chant ‘Need a Wee’ when we got back after the Belfast gig. Gutted. That’s probably the craziest its gonna get on tour – so yeah good times…

#2007 #lc!blog

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felix and luka ( separately ) with a fem! s/o who has that pastely soft aesthetic and has the matching personality to go with it ! ( naive , kind , caring etc etc ) but can get very very bitchy when angry!

HELLO! I’m super sorry about the wait but here it is hehe <3 i tried to make it as accurate as possible so i hope you like it !

Pairings: Luka Couffaine X Reader , Felix Graham De Vanily X Reader.

Warnings: swearing!

Felix

Felix Graham de Vanily has never imagined the day when he would be actually in love - but it actually happened and he wasn’t even prepared for it.

Needless to say, it hit him like a truck and sent him to heaven.

This was his heaven, being on a big bed with you and playing with your hair while you watched your favourite show on Netflix.

“I told you he was going to be the bad guy! I knew it all along!” You exclaimed and jumped up, startling him but ultimately, making him smile.

“It was quite obvious my love.” He chuckles and you pout, crossing your arms while you plop back down next to him.

“But he was my favourite character Felix! And he’s probably going to die now too.” You look up at him and he can’t help but smile at your adorable, pouting face.

He cups your face in his hands and you instantly smile when you see his smile. It was contagious. He rarely smiled so you just feel so much joy bubbling inside of you when the blond smiled at you and you couldn’t help it.

He quickly kisses the tip of your nose and you giggle before crawling on his lap, peppering his face with kisses and completely ignoring the show you were watching.

The room was filled with little kissing noises and giggles coming from both of you.

His hand moves from your waist to your thighs, caressing the fabric of the white thigh high socks you were wearing beneath your pink tennis skirt.

His touch comforted you and you close your eyes, resting your forehead on his and humming gently.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers out of the blue and you gently open your eyes, staring right into his.

A blush creeps on your cheeks and you part your lips, inching closer to his face to kiss him.

A thought bursts through your head move your lips could touch and you smile brightly.

“Can we go feed the ducks again?” You ask him, your eyes bright and excited at the memory of the last time you went with him.

He took you to the park last time and you fed the ducks together because it was something he enjoyed doing as a child with his nanny. You didn’t know that such a simple activity could bring him so much joy and you were looking forward to the next time you two did it.

His face lights up and he nods, “Of course darling.” He replies and you excitedly hop off of his lap. “Wait you meant right now?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

You were already lacing up your boots so you look at him over your shoulder and pout. “Yes?” You question.

“I thought we were going to..you know..” He looks away sheepishly.

You smirk at him. “Don’t worry Felix, you can have me all to yourself later, I promise.” You say and finish with a wink.

He nods and blushes, letting out a small chuckle.

You finish up putting on your boots and wait for him to get ready before the two of you head out of his house hand in hand.

You two walk through the park, his hand in one of your hands and in the other hand you held a small paper bag full of bread for the ducks.

Children were playing all over the park and people were chatting around you. It was nice to get out of the house with him sometimes, even if he does prefer staying at home.

“Oh look it’s Felix.” A male voice said which was followed by laughter.

You feel Felix tense up and he freezes.

You were quite confused as to what was happening so you decide to turn around and see two guys around the same age as Felix and you.

“Please ignore them my love, let’s go.” He whispers to you and you furrow your eyebrows at them before nodding to Felix.

“I see you got yourself a little girlfriend.” They speak again and you can hear their footsteps behind you. “You’re making a big mistake dating that little pansy babe, come with us and we’ll show you what a real man is like.”

You were livid.

You couldn’t control yourself so you turn around, letting go of your boyfriend’s hand.

“A real man huh?” You say and cross your arms over your chest, walking up to them. “I’d rather die than date one of you hideous mother fuckers.”

They were taken aback, wide eyed, probably not expecting you to talk back.

“Felix is more of a man than you ever will be.” You stare right into the bully’s eyes. “When was the last time you ever got some huh?” your lips curl into a smirk.

“I-i…uhm, well..” he stutters and the other nudges him, mouthing something.

“That’s what I thought.” You say and turn around. “Don’t ever come for my boyfriend again.” You state and grab felix’s hand, looking up at him.

His face was beet red, his eyes were wide and you couldn’t help but grab the back of his head and kiss him right then and there.

He smiles against your lips and you pull away before the two of you walk away from them.

“That was..” He clears his throat. “hot.” He blurts out.

You cover your mouth with your hand and giggle.

The two of you continue your day near the lake, laughing and throwing bread for the ducks to eat.

He made you feel safe and now you were at peace knowing you did the same to him too.

Luka

You’ve been waiting for this night for a long time.

Your boyfriend’s first opening gig with his band.

It wasn’t something grand and big – I mean, it was just a small pub downtown but you knew this was a big night for him and so it turned out to be a big night for you too.

You were ready to show him all your support and love, wearing your favourite flowy dress and his lucky guitar pick hanging on a silver chain around your neck.

Your friend Marinette was by your side, she even designed the costumes for everyone so both of you were super psyched for what was happening.

You made your way to the back stage and saw your boyfriend, Luka, sitting down on a chair and tuning his guitar, nodding his head to the beat.

“Luka..” You whisper and tap his shoulder.

He opens his eyes and looks at you, a smile instantly making it’s way on his face.

“There’s my favourite girl.” He says and gets up, hugging you tightly while you giggle. “I’m so glad you could make it.” He says quietly.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You say and kiss him on the cheek.

He kisses you on the forehead and pulls away from the hug, wrapping an arm around your neck.

“Hey Marinette.” He says and smiles at her.

The bluenette grins at the two of you. “Are you excited?” She asks.

“More like nervous.” Luka replies and let’s out a heavy breath. “I’m not usually this nervous but damn, I can’t believe we finally got a gig.”

You look up at your boyfriend with adoring eyes. “Don’t be nervous Luka, I know it’s going to go great.” You reassure him and he smiles down at you, nodding.

Luka is a really calm person so seeing him nervous means that this really means a lot to him. He has been practicing for weeks and you couldn’t be more proud of how far he’s come.

You gasp at the sudden realisation of something and move away from his grasp, rummaging through your little back pack.

“A-ha!” You say and pull out a blue bracelet that you made yourself.

You look up at Luka and smile before handing it to him.

“I made this for you and I want you to wear it tonight for goodluck.” You say, your cheeks heating up when you look at him as he stares at the bracelet you made. “Since you gave me your lucky guitar pick for me to wear, I thought I should give you some luck of my own.” You look down at your shoes sheepishly.

“You’re an absolute angel, have I ever told you that?” He says and grabs your hand, making you look up at him.

You glance down at his wrist and see that he already put on the bracelet.

You get on your tip toes and give him a small kiss on the lips.

“Thank you.” He whispers and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Guys get ready in 5” Someone says from the curtains and Luka instantly stiffens up.

You give him one last kiss on the cheek before walking next to Marinette.

“Goodluck.” You say and give him a reassuring smile as you wave at him.

He nods at you and runs a hand through is hair before grabbing his guitar.

You and Marinette leave back stage and make your way to your seats.

The pub was small so it easily got crowded with people.

You sigh and play with your hair. “I’m so nervous for Luka, Mari.” You tell Marinette.

She rubs your shoulder to calm you down and shakes her head.

“He’s going to do just fine girl, you’ll see.” She says and gives you a bright smile which comforted you.

The background music playing in the pub fades away and the lights start to dim.

“La bulle proudly presents, Kitty Section!” A voice says over the speakers and whistles and claps fill the room.

The curtains open and it reveals the band in their designated places.

You glance at Luka and smile at him before the music starts.

Rose was in front, singing her heart out to their original song and Luka was behind her, nodding his head as he played the guitar with passion.

You admired him and his talents, he used to write and sing so many songs for you, little did you know that one day he would actually be performing in front of a real audience.

Luka was vocalising to the chorus with rose and his eyes suddenly find yours.

He looked amazing.

The clothes that Marinette styled them with, his skin glistening under the lights and a few strands of hair stuck to his forehead because of the sweat.

You bit your lip as you kept looking at him. He was so into the song, so immersed in everything and it was so fucking hot to you.

He noticed this and his lips curled into a small smirk.

“Wow.” You breathed out quietly.

Marinette was beaming at the band and clapping. “I know right!” She laughs happily.

You grinned and sat up as they ended and clapped.

The whole pub was clapping for your boyfriends band and you were so happy for them.

Everyone was walking to talk to them of greet them and all you had on your mind was Luka, you just wanted to hug him and congratulate him and maybe even make out with him in the bathroom.

“Excuse me.” You mutter as you try to make way towards him.

Your eye catches a blonde girl in front of him, talking to him and laughing.

You freeze and something bubbles inside of you.

Jealousy?

You weren’t the type to be jealous but you couldn’t help the feeling.

You decided not to think much of it and gulped, continuing to make your way toward them.

“Can you like, sign my boobs?” You hear her say and giggle.

“Pardon?” Luka blurts out, looking at her with wide eyes.

Nope. That was it.

You quickly move between the last few people and walk up to them.

The girl started to unbutton her shirt and you furrowed your eyebrows.

Before anything else could happen you made your way to Luka and grabbed his shirt, kissing him.

The girl stopped her movements but held her hand on the buttons of her shirt.

You pull away from Luka and watch him as he blinks a few times, dazed as to what just happened.

“go show your boobs to someone else you skank.” You spit out, narrowing your eyes at her.

She scoffs at you and flips her hair before walking away from you guys.

You clench your jaw and Luka grabs your hand.

“Hey, are you okay?” Luka says and you huff.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You look away from him and frown.

“You know, I wasn’t going to sign her boobs.” He says and shrugs.

You look at him and roll your eyes. “Yeah.” You murmur.

“Didn’t know you could be so jealous.” He says in a teasing voice.

It was your turn to scoff and you look at him. “I wasn’t jealous.”

“Uh-huh.” He says and you stare into his eyes for a moment.

He was smirking at you, so calm, while you were red and angry inside at the thought of some bitch showing her boobs to your boyfriend.

Next thing you knew though, you were sitting on the sink of the pubs bathroom, making out with your boyfriend.

#mlb #miraculous ladybug #felix graham de vanily x reader #felix graham de vanily #luka couffaine #luka couffaine x reader

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missymurphy1985 · 3 years

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The Groupie (part one)

Authors Note - this story is set in 2006 when Cillian starred onstage in the show Love Song.

Cillian has just turned 30, and has no children. Reader is a fan, has been since day one and is a plus size girl. I myself am a UK size 16, so I hope I don't offend anyone with my story (I'm writing about my own insecurities a little here so be kind please).

Also I apologise to any Neve Campbell fans - I'm sure she's bloody lovely but I needed a bitchy co star... Sorry!

Warning - smut (eventually)

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @ntmynouis @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @noctvrnalmoth @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @namelesslosers @misscarolineshelby @screemqueen @cilleveryone @peaky-cillian @misselsbells06

Waiting patiently in line, the man in front of you happily signed autographs and chatted with the girl in front of you. Posing for a photograph, he thanked her and turned to you.

"Had a feeling you'd be here y/n!" Cillian grinned, welcoming you into a warm embrace. You'd been a fan of his ever since that first stage show back in 1996. You and your mum had gone to watch Disco Pigs for your 15th birthday present, and you'd immediately been bowled over by the young man playing Pig. Since that first show, you'd been following his career and always made sure you were in the front row any time he returned to his theatrical roots. No different now - he'd just come off stage after the final show and was meeting his fans outside like he always did.

"I never miss a show Cillian, you know that! You were amazing as always." You held out your photo for him and he signed it, laughing.

"How many of my autographs do you have now, gotta be 100 or more?"

"Ah Cill, one more is never enough." He suddenly leaned in for another hug, which surprised you, and whispered in your ear.

"Meet me at the hotel bar in an hour?"

You didn't respond, you were in too much shock at what he'd said, when he winked at you and headed over to the waiting car, waving and smiling at his fans as he left.

You didn't need to ask which hotel - he always stayed in the same one in Dublin... But why would he want to meet you there?

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You walked into the hotel lobby feeling extremely nervous. The security guard stopped you instantly, asking to see your hotel room key. You stumbled, before an arm draped across your shoulder.

"She's with me Mark, it's all good, yeah?" Cillian guided you through the door to the bar, asking what you wanted to drink.

"Erm... I'll have a small white wine.. please.." you looked around and saw the other cast members milling around and chatting to each other, paying no mind to either of you. Cillian pointed to a table in the corner while he headed to the bar.

Coming back, he placed a large glass in front of you and sat with his Guinness across the table. You raised an eyebrow at the large wine glass.

"What? We're Irish, we don't do 'small' y/n..." He smirked, taking a sip of his pint.

"Well, thank you. This is very kind Cillian, but I don't understand why I'm here..."

"You've followed me for 10 years. Always supported me. I wanted to do something to thank you for it all." You blushed, looking down at your hands, curled into each other.

"Cill, amazing show as always!! Blew me away," his co star, Neve Campbell squeezed his shoulder, kissed his cheek and gave you a quick once over, sneering.

"Thanks Neve. This is y/n - she's been a good friend since day one." Did he just call you a friend?

"Hi." She didn't smile, just looked you up and down and smirked a little. You instantly felt self conscious. You'd always been a larger girl - you'd recently lost some weight, but you were by no means a skinny girl. Neve would've fit twice into your size 16 jeans.

Cillian noticed your discomfort, and reached under the table for your hand, glaring at Neve.

"I think you're wanted over there." He pointed out the director of the show, and Neve turned to leave. Not before casting a backwards glance and chuckle at you.

Tears filled your eyes - you'd always thought she was nice but she'd just destroyed that image.

"Hey, hey no tears. She's a first class bitch and she doesn't deserve them," he squeezed your hand and took another sip of his Guinness, pushing your wine over to you.

"Sorry... Fuck sake I bet you think I'm a right eejit.. I better go..." You took a large gulp of wine and pulled your bag over your shoulder, standing up.

"Let me walk you home?"

"What?"

"Let me walk you home at least, it's nearly 11pm. I can't have you walking through Dublin alone at this time of night y/n.."

"It won't be a long walk Cill, I'm staying upstairs! Room 249!"

"You're staying in the same hotel as me?"

"Don't get weird, it was the only hotel with rooms spare - it is Bank Holiday weekend..."

"Then I'll walk you to your room at least?" You nodded, and he offered you his hand. Smiling nervously, you took it and he led you over to the lift.

You heard Neve and her friend snicker behind you and Cillian turned around, telling you to stay where you were as he walked over to her. You saw him pull her to one side and although you couldn't hear him, his words clearly had an effect on her as her face dropped and she looked to the floor embarrassed. He glared at her, before coming back over to you and leading you out the doors.

"Cillian I don't want to cause problems..."

"Show's over Y/N, I never have to work with the stuck up bitch again. Don't worry about it." You bit your lip to stop yourself from crying as you walked into the lift with him. He pushed the button for floor 2 and looked at you, his smile fading.

"Hey come here, don't get upset?" He wrapped an arm around you and you couldn't stop the tears. Sobbing softly into his leather jacket as he stroked your back.

"I'm so sorry... It's just... god look at me Cillian..."

"I do look at you. And you know what I see? I see a smart, funny, kind, caring, beautiful woman. Someone who any man would be fucking proud to have on their arm." He cupped your face in his hands and dried your cheeks with his thumbs. You looked up into his eyes and you were sure the world stopped for a minute. He smiled, your faces edging closer together slowly, before the lift pinged and the door opened. You pulled away quickly, pulling your key out of your bag.

"Thanks for walking me back... Sorry for embarrassing you..." You headed out of the lift and didn't look back. Opening your room door, you quickly went inside and closed it.

"Fuck sake y/n what are you thinking???" You scolded yourself, forehead leaning against the door as you caught your breath and steadied yourself.

You opened the mini fridge and quickly sank the small bottle of vodka in it, the warm liquid calming you instantly. You were about to get ready for bed when you heard the door knock suddenly. You opened it to find Mark - the security guard from earlier, holding an envelope. Handing it to you, expressionlessly, he walked away. You closed the door and opened the envelope.

Y/n,

If you're looking to finish what we nearly started in the lift, I'm in room 532.

Your breath caught in your throat - was this even happening? You steadied yourself again, taking a deep breath.

"What the hell do I do??"

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Sugar, Spice, and Everything (Not So) Nice (Reid Imagine)

Summary: Being a Barista and falling for a regular is as cliche as it gets. Having that customer become your new professor? Not so much.

A/N: *Peeks head out* Hello everyone. I have come back from my unannounced hiatus to show off this baby. Major thanks to @definitelynotkatesblog and @clean-bands-dirty-stories for helping me put this fic together. This was written for the lovely @httpnxtt for the secret-fic-swap in the Discord (thanks @imagining-in-the-margins.) I hope you all enjoy this smutty goodness.

Category: Smut

Content Warnings: Face Slapping, Degradation, Slight Hair Pulling, Oral Sex (male receiving), Fingering, Spanking, Penetrative Sex, Unprotected Sex/Creampie

Word Count: 6.4K

Masterlist

Being a barista is pretty awesome. Sure, there were bitchy customers and super early mornings but it had it’s redeeming perks. We got free coffee, tea, and snacks during our shifts, which served the caffeine addict in me. I also learned how to make popular lattes, mochas, and frappes that I ended up making at home for myself one too many times. While there were the occasional assholes who couldn’t appear human before getting their hands on some caffeine, there were the regulars who made it worth it. Most of the regulars were so sweet, I appreciated a familiar face when they came in. Some.. more than others.

“He’s baaaaaaaaack,” my coworker Hazel whispered to me in a sing-song voice as she scribbled a customer’s name on a cup. I turned to see who she was talking about, but I already had an inkling about who it was.

My suspicions were correct. I turned to see one of our kindest regulars, my personal favorite customer, Dr. Spencer Reid. Is it weird to know the full name -including the honorific- of a customer? Possibly. But when I’d asked for his name to write on his cup the first time he came in, he accidentally gave me his full name.

“Dr. Reid- uh, Spencer. Sorry, work habit.” He stuttered, avoiding my eyes after the mistake.

“No worries! What can I get started for you?”

As a Criminology major, I learned to study the people who catch my attention before indulging them. Call it an old habit.

Dr. Spencer Reid had earned his title and then some. He’d joined the FBI at only 22, having six degrees under his belt by the age of 27. He’d written several dissertations and co-wrote novels with his colleague, David Rossi. Someone with his reputation could be a pompous ass and have a leg to stand on, which is what made his humbled demeanor so much sweeter. He was also incredibly easy on the eyes, which was a nice little bow on top.

Hazel liked to joke about how we’d make a cute couple but I know she only did it to watch me get flustered.

I walked towards the counter to take his order, leaving Hazel with the task of refilling the caramel syrup. I’m always the one to help him since he very aptly pointed out that I’m the only one who makes his coffee just how he likes it.

Some days, he’d let me surprise him with a random creation. I’d confirm if he wanted caffeine (he always did), iced or not, and any flavor requests. He’d take his drink, tip me handsomely and let me know his thoughts on the drink the next time he came in. So far, his favorite was the almond milk honey latte I’d concocted. It was nice to have a little bit of fun, especially with regulars who were as consistent as him.

“Hey Doc, what can I get ya’?” I asked.

“The usual, please,” he said with a smile. I nodded and set off to make his drink: a venti dark roast with a shit ton of sugar, a dash of nutmeg, and a tiny bit of cinnamon.

“Of course!” I quickly go to fill his order, making sure to put a complimentary treat in a bag for him. I know he had the ultimate sweet tooth so I try to sneak him a confection whenever I can. At first, he was a bit reluctant to take the free pastries, but nowadays he usually smiles when he sees the small bag.

“Here ya’ go.” I handed him his steamy cup of caffeine along with the little treat, seeing him smile at the small pun I add to his cup, “Have a BREW-tiful day, Doctor!” I watched as his lips landed on the rim of the cup, taking a long sip of the hot coffee. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, the sight making my cheeks promptly flush. I cleared my throat before asking, “Is it good?”

“It’s always good when you make it,” he stated matter of factly, a small smile touching his lips. The heat in my cheeks rose again. “Will you be taking a course this summer?” he asked, taking another sip of his coffee.

“Yeah, I’m really looking forward to it. My first day is actually later today. I’m surprised the class section was open, to be honest.” Super surprised actually. I’d been trying to enroll in this class for the past couple of semesters but it was always full by the time I was able to even load the registration page.

“Well, I’ll wish you luck, but I’m sure you won’t need it.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I can just tell.” He stated calmly, like it was common knowledge. I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to explain. Before he could respond, an insistent cough caught both of our attention. I peeked over Spencer’s shoulder to see a customer waiting for his order to be taken. I turned my attention back to the Doctor, an annoyed look painted on my face. He nodded, taking a hint from the impatient mouth breather behind him.

“Thank you for the coffee. Enjoy the rest of your day. I hope that class goes well.”

“Bye, you too.” I waved, watching as he exited the door. I turned to the waiting customer, a bit miffed that he interrupted our conversation. But because I was at work, I plastered a fake smile on my face so that he wouldn’t see just how annoyed I was. “Welcome, how may I help you?”

●●●

After clocking out at 2:30 PM, I made a dash for the building where my class would be held. It’s not supposed to start for another half-hour, but I wanted to be sure to get there in time to choose a good seat and settle in before the rest of the class arrived.

Luckily room 301 was relatively empty so I was able to score a perfect seat by the window. I decided to kill some time by listening to some music and doodling randomly in my notebook. Some time had passed when I felt someone take the seat next to me. I turned to see a young man occupying the chair beside mine. He looked to be a frat boy based on the Greek letters he was sporting. Who wears a cap and hoodie in this weather? I really hope he didn’t expect to cheat off of me- although these types of guys always seem to do so.

I was about to return to my doodle when I felt a poke on my shoulder. I turned to give the offender my full attention, removing one of the earbuds from my ears.

“Hey, I’m Tony,” frat boy said, with a wide smile adorning his face. I must admit, his boyish grin melted the slight annoyance I had begun to stir toward him. I returned his greeting and introduced myself as well. “I don’t mean to be a bother,” he continued, “but I like to have at least one buddy in each of my classes. In case we need help or miss an assignment or something.”

I nodded my head - a friend in a class was always useful when it came to studying and swapping notes. We chatted a bit more, learning about each other’s major and why we both decided to take a summer course. Tony is a double major and this course will satisfy the credits he needs for his psychology requirement. This is why you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.

It wasn’t until I heard the hush of the classroom that I realized the class was about to begin. I turned back to my notebook, preparing to jot down some important information despite it being the first day of class.

“Good morning class.” Wait. That voice... I didn’t even need to pick my head up to know who had spoken. “This is Criminal Psychology and I am your instructor, Doctor Spencer Reid. Unfortunately, Professor Monroe could not cover this course so I’ll be his permanent replacement. Now…”

I raised my head, watching as he continued to talk about what is to be expected in this course while a TA handed out the syllabus. He went on, able to capture the attention of everyone while speaking of the experiences he had with an array of criminals. His eyes scanned the room and for a brief moment I thought they would land on me, but they continued to take in the mass amount of students before him.

My concentration was broken by Tony passing me a copy of the syllabus. I scanned it over, making sure to highlight all the important dates. I didn’t want any exams or projects conflicting with my work schedule. I also made note of how the overall grade system is broken down. The whole thing seems pretty fair and everything was spaced out enough where I wouldn’t feel too overwhelmed with the workload.

“… and that pretty much wraps it up. Does anyone have any questions?” I tuned in just as he was pulling the first class to a close. No one raised their hands, so he dismissed us with a reminder to read the first chapter of the textbook and to check for any emails.

“So do you want to grab lunch?” Tony asked from beside me. I contemplated whether or not to go with him. He must have seen the hesitation in my face because he quickly added, “Not as a date or anything, I just wanted to grab a bite and I didn’t want to do it alone.”

“Sure,” I smiled, “Let me just ask the professor a quick question about his office hours and I’ll meet you at the food court.”

“Sweet, I’ll see you in a bit.” With that, Tony gathered his stuff and exited the back door.

I focused my attention on the podium, seeing a gaggle of girls surrounding him asking redundant questions. From what I could hear, their questions could have been answered if they’d read the syllabus. I decided to give them the benefit of the doubt, they were probably more focused on him rather than what he was saying during class. I waited a few more minutes for them to finish up before I made my way to him.

“So do I call you Doctor or Professor now?” I laughed.

“From you, I’d respond to either,” he replied warmly. The comment made me blush. If he looked into my eyes at that moment, he’d see more stars in them than the night sky. I bit my lip to stop the idiotic grin from spreading across my face.

He’s your professor, get a hold of yourself.

“How can I help?” he asked, bringing me back to the original reason as to why I was standing in front of him without a cash register between us.

I cleared my throat. “Um, I was wondering if it was possible to see you outside your normal office hours? I usually work the morning shifts and I don’t want to flood your emails with my questions.” I asked.

“Of course,” he said. “You can come to my office at whatever time works best for you. I know balancing a work and school schedule can be hard. Besides, I’m usually there handling paperwork anyway.” He gave a small shrug, pushing his hands in his pockets.

“Thank you so much. I look forward to the rest of the semester Professor Reid.” I liked the way his newfound honorific rolled off my tongue.

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

“Goodbye, Professor.” With that, I left and headed out to meet Tony.

I was able to find him at the food court. We got some food and chatted more about our classes as well as life outside of school. He made it easy to be his friend, and it was nice having someone to talk to. He works as a waiter so we shared our customer service horror stories and tales of sneaking food at work. It was a nice distraction that took my mind off of Dr. Reid and the ongoing battle of calling him Doctor or Professor. As Tony rambled, my mind wandered about other things I’d like to call Spencer instead.

●●●

In that short span of two weeks, we already had an exam, an oral presentation, and a report on the psychoanalysis of serial killers. Not one day had been wasted, but this is what to be expected from a summer course. The essay was due the day before. Now we had to wait for our grades which gave us a moment to take a breath.

I was worried that my paper was subpar; especially since I chose to write about Andrei Chikatilo, a serial killer from Ukraine. He wasn’t as popular as those in America, so I ended up spending hours on deep research to find substantial information about his crimes. It also didn’t help that some of the original reports weren’t in English. I had worked hard, and hoped Professor Reid would see that, even if my writing could sometimes be a little weak. I was worried about the grade as our research papers held the weight of 20% of our final mark.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N! Anyone in there?” Hazel’s voice pierced through my worry bubble, her hand waving in front of my face. I shook my head, trying to focus on restocking the coffee beans.

“Sorry Haze, I’m thinking about this class.”

“Funny you say that; your favorite professor just walked in. Thought you might want to take his order.” She wagged her brows at me, making kissy faces as I hurried to the front register, trying my best to not let my eagerness be so glaringly obvious.

There he was, in his usual handsome glory, patiently waiting for me to take his order. He greeted me with a small smile that I happily returned.

“Hey Doc, what can I get you today?”

He debated for a moment before saying, “Surprise me.”

“Gotcha.” I already had an in my head; it’d been a while since he asked me to make him a random drink so I’d had plenty of time to plan. We got an early shipment of ingredients for our fall-themed drinks and I figured he would appreciate some pumpkin spice in his caffeine. “How are the papers coming along?” I asked casually as I rang him up.

“Pretty well. I’m almost done, so you’ll all receive your grades later today.” Wow, that was fast. I wondered if he stayed up reading all those papers to be done by today. Probably not, a TA must have helped him.

“I am a bit nervous about mine, especially since it’s worth a huge part of our final grade.” I really wanted to get an A in this course, but it was hard juggling everything in such a short amount of time.

“Don’t worry about it too much,” he reassured. “I haven’t properly finished yours yet but it looked great just from what I’ve seen thus far.” His words gave me a little reassurance.

“Thanks. I put a lot of effort into it. Let me grab your coffee now.” Spencer walked towards the pick-up station while I grabbed a venti cup for his drink. Just when I was about to make his order, I saw another familiar face come up to the register. “Tony, hey!” I shouted, placing the cup back down, “What can I get you?”

This was the first time he’d been here, despite him saying for the past few days that he’d stop by for a visit, even with the promise of a cake pop if he did. It was nice to see another familiar face.

“Hey coffee girl, how you doin’ today?”

“Just peachy. My feet are killing me, though.” Just saying the words caused the ache on the soles of my feet to spike higher. I thanked my lucky stars I was almost done with this eight-hour shift.

“Give me the chance to sweep you off your feet, I promise you won’t regret it.” he offered boldly. It wasn’t the first time he’d joked about taking me out. I laughed, especially since he had a girlfriend. She met us for lunch one day and we became fast friends- she was an incredibly sweet and intelligent girl, polite and elegant as well. It is a wonder how his frat boy charm won her over but opposites attract, I guess.

“Shut up, Casanova. What are you gonna have?”

“I’ll have a grande iced matcha latte, please.” I should’ve known. He told me that he loves matcha flavored food and drinks the first time we grabbed lunch after class. He had complained that there was no good place to get one on campus.

“Coming right up.” I quickly filled his order since it was faster to make compared to the pumpkin spiced latte. I handed him his bribe-cake pop, matcha flavor of course, while he waited for me to finish making his drink.

“By the way, we’re still studying at the library for the exam later tonight, right?” Tony asked.

“Yup, I’ll meet you at 8.”

“Copy that, see you later coffee girl.” He turned to leave while I turned to make Professor Reid’s order. I put extra whip cream and a bit more syrup to satiate his sweet tooth. I grabbed a fresh chocolate muffin from the display case and popped it into a bag for him as well, drawing yet another pun on the good doctors bag. “Thanks for being such a TEA-rrific professor!”

“Here ya’ go Doc,” I called out before placing his drink and muffin on the counter. I looked up to see him no longer smiling. “Is everything okay?”

Ignoring my question, he said, “I wasn’t aware you were so close to Mr. Montgomery.”

“Oh yeah, we study together once in a while.” I could have sworn I saw his frown deepen before his features became void of any emotions. He shifted his eyes downward, his hand moving rapidly to grab the cup.

“I should get going.”

“Oh, okay” Before I could say goodbye, he was already halfway out the door.

That was weird. I looked at the counter and noticed that he left the cupcake behind. Maybe he was in a rush?

I shook my head. I needed to concentrate on making it through the last couple of hours of work.

●●●

I made my way to the classroom, smiling at Tony as he pulled out my seat for me. Professor Reid walked in a few minutes later, his tall figure drawing all the attention to the center of the small stage. He let us know he already graded the papers and that they would be distributed by the TA before the end of class. I had a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach but decided to brush it off and pay attention in class. Despite my attempts to focus on his lecture, I found my mind wandering every so often anyway.

I couldn’t help but think he was less animated today. Usually, he taught with such passion that the class couldn’t take their eyes off him. But today, it felt as if we were all in a boring seminar with an ancient professor. Tony kept glancing at the clock, probably also wondering why time felt like it was going by so slowly.

I couldn’t shake the unsettled feeling the entire class. It didn’t help matters that every time I would raise my hand to answer a question, he would call on another student. What the hell did I do?

I decided to tune out the rest of the class. There is no point in being an actively engaged student if I wasn’t going to get treated like one. I’d just get the notes from Tony later.

Thirty minutes before the end of class, the TA handed out our essays while Professor Reid wrapped.

“Some of you did very well, while a few others struggled with the assignment.” His eyes landed on mine as he said that. It was the first time he had glanced in my direction the whole class. He moved on to the other side of the room. My mind was probably just playing tricks on me. “If you have any questions you can see me at my office hours next week or send me an email. You are dismissed.”

The TA finally made his way over to me, handing my essay in a slight fold. I looked at the grade on top and almost dropped the paper. My heart sped up as I stared at the letter in bright red ink. No way, no way this could be my report. I looked at the right-hand corner and saw my name at the top. I read through the first page and saw they were indeed my words.

How the fuck was it possible that I got a D on this paper? I knew my writing wasn’t the strongest, but a D?

“How you’d do?” Tony asked. For a moment I forgot I was in a room with other people.

I cleared my throat, trying to relive the lump so that he didn’t hear the croak in my voice. “Umm, not what I expected. I’m going to try to speak to him about it.” Tony was a smart kid, so I was sure he could see how tense I was. Luckily he didn’t question me any further and instead told me he’d text me later before leaving the classroom.

Fortunately, there were no other students in the classroom to slow me down this time. I walked right up to the podium, watching as Professor Reid placed some papers in his satchel.

“Professor, I need to speak with you.”

“Not now, I’m busy,” he replied, not even bothering to glance in my direction. This can’t be real. The sweet, kind Doc could not be the man acting like a total asshole right now.

“I really need to discuss with you my paper,” I pressed, raising my voice a little louder in an attempt to get his attention. That was wishful thinking on my part since he continued to fiddle with his satchel.

“I said I’m busy,” he uttered once again, his voice void of any emotion. He was about to walk past me, ignoring my whole being. His blatant disregard made my cheeks burn, and not in the usual way they usually did when I was around him.

“Spencer,” I barked, “We need to talk. Now.” For a few moments, he stood in front of me, his back facing my direction.

I was about to speak again before I heard him say, “My office. Half an hour.” He exited, leaving me alone in an empty classroom. The only things keeping me company were the fuming feelings swirling inside me and the failed paper clutched at my fist.

●●●

I knocked on his office door ten minutes earlier than he’d told me. The anger in my gut brewed hotter the longer I waited. As soon as I heard a “Come in,” I rushed through the door, slamming it behind me. He regarded me coolly, but didn’t comment on my actions.

“What can I do for you Ms. (Y/L/N)?” I walked up to his large desk, not bothering to take a seat in the chair in front of me. I took a moment to calm myself down before replying.

“Well, you can start by explaining to me why I got such a low score on my paper.” I guess he didn’t like being the only one of us sitting down because he stood up and leaned against the wall behind him.

“It did not meet the requirements for a passing grade as outlined in the rubric. The information given was boring and the overall topic was uninteresting. It was tedious to get through,” he responded nonchalantly, like he was giving me a weather report.

“You said that you enjoyed it so far.” I rebutted, placing my hands on the desk. I needed something to offer me stability so that I wasn’t visibly shaking.

“I’d mistaken your work for another student’s. Maybe Mr. Montgomery,” he dryly clipped.

A bitter laugh escaped me as I put the puzzle together. Was- was he serious? Was this man acting like this because of Tony? The audacity! The laugh that bubbled from my lips must have unsettled him. He left his position from the wall in favor of standing in front of me.

“You want to know what I think?” I didn’t give him a chance to respond before continuing, “I think you’re jealous that I have another guy that isn’t you getting friendly with me at the shop and because of your inability to keep your---“

“That is enough,” he grounded out, shaking his head. But I didn’t stop talking.

“--private feelings away from your professional ones, you decided to give me a failing grade. Do you know how hard I worked in-” my voice rose up higher and higher until I was yelling.

“I said that’s enough,” he said again, louder this time. But I wasn’t done.

“-this class? This is my life, my fucking future on the line. I’ve told you how important this all is to me and you don’t even give a shit! You’re going to let your interpretation of my relationship with another student influence the way you do your job? And here I thought you were a decent man, Professor.” I hissed, “Do you even give a damn abo-”

“Enough,” he roared, slamming his hands on the desk and caging me against the wood. His breathing was matching the upbeat pace of my own. His quick movement and the sheer volume of his voice caught me off guard, effectively silencing me.

“I don’t deserve to be punished over your envy,” I whispered, locking eyes with him in a steady gaze.

“You want to see a real punishment, darling?” he hissed, the heat of his words almost breaking my glare, his breath fanning along my face.

We stared at one another for a while, neither of us willing to be the first to back down. The tension between us kept rising and rising until the inevitable happened. I couldn’t be sure who made the first move but before I knew it, our lips collided with a mix of rage and desperation. My arms draped around his neck as he pressed me on to the desk. He placed his hands on the back of my thighs, lifting me up high enough until I was perched on the cool wooden surface.

Spencer’s lips were soft, a stark contrast to the harsh way he was kissing me. His tongue parted my lips, gliding over mine with fervor. I couldn’t help but moan as he rolled his hips into me. He continued his rough grind, keeping my legs open as we moved as close together as our bodies would allow. He overwhelmed my senses- the smell of him, the taste of him, the feel of him. Everything was making me absolutely feral for this man.

I never expected the gentle Dr. Reid to be so fervent, so sensual. The kindhearted, sweet professor who regularly drank his weight in caffeine never gave me this impression. But then again, I’m sure he was shocked by my attitude as well. He knew me as the friendly, bubbly barista, now student, who enjoyed his class. He was about to meet a whole new side of me, just like I was going to for him.

Spencer pulled away from me, our mouths making an audible ‘pop’ sound from the sudden separation. I tried to catch my breath as he stared at me, our chests rising and falling together. If I were to move a bit closer to him, we would be touching once again.

He took a few steps back before motioning me to step in front of him. “I want you to get down on your knees. Now.” I wasn’t going to argue with him, mainly because I wanted the exact same thing he did. I kneeled down, keeping my eyes on his face.

“You going to shut me up, Professor?” I teased, feeling powerful, even though he was looming over me. He didn’t reply, just continued to look down on me with those honey colored eyes- full of lust and rage.

I watched as he slowly placed his hands on his slacks, undoing the belt and buttons. He drew down his pants and boxers at the same time, just low enough to reveal his impressive size. My mouth salivated at the sight of his bulge as he came closer to me.

“We’re going to put that smart mouth to better use. Open.” He said, gripping my face between his fingers, forcing me to follow his orders. I opened my mouth slightly, not giving him exactly what he wanted. Instead of ordering my mouth to open further like I expected, he placed his thumb inside. He pushed the digit deep, pressing it against my tongue. I moaned around the finger, softly nibbling at the skin. He continued to slide his finger within my mouth before dragging it out completely. He wiped the excess spit on my cheek before lightly smacking it. The small shock of pain sent a shiver down my spine.

“Open, and do it right this time.”

I obeyed, opening wide enough to accept him into my mouth. My lips were stretched almost uncomfortably in an attempt to fit around him. He was so hot and thick, I couldn’t help but hum at the taste of him on my tongue. The soft “fuck” that fell from his lips had me purring around him. I went to place my hands on the remaining portion that couldn’t fit, but he batted them away.

“You’re using only your mouth.”

Fine, have it your way, Sir.

I placed my hands behind me as I bobbed my head, hallowing my cheeks with every rise. His shallow thrusts encouraged me to suck harder. I slowly pulled away to run my tongue against the vein protruding on the underside of his cock. I was rewarded with a groan escaping his lips.

“I should have known that you would be so good at this, darling,” he said, his voice slightly hoarse as he tried to control his grunts.

I made sure to look in his eyes as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock. The face he made was purely angelic. The muscles of his neck protruded more evidently and his breathing became more labored. I placed him back in my mouth, this time taking my time to go down on him.

“That’s right, Princess. Show me what a good girl you are for me.” He moaned as I felt his hands weave in my hair before he pushed my head down on to him, causing me to gag around him, tears pricking my eyes. He continued his thrusts into my mouth, barely allowing me a chance to breathe. My nose repeatedly touched the base of him as I swallowed around his hard length.

Spencer tightened his fingers in my hair and I knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. The pace was brutal, but I enjoyed the rough treatment. Knowing that I was the one making him feel good was such a turn on. He buried himself deep in my throat after a few more thrusts to finish. I swallowed his release like the greedy brat that we both now knew I was.

He eventually pulled out, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips. I swiped the back off my hand across my mouth to clean off any leftover spit and cum.

“Get up,” he ordered, his voice hoarse.

I did so, rubbing the ache in my knees as I slowly rose. “I want you bent over the desk,” he continued.

“I want you to answer my previous question.” I quipped.

“You’re not in the position to be making commands,” he growled. He wrapped his fingers in my hair again, pulling just roughly enough so that I was looking up at his face. “If you want this to end well for you, I suggest bending over my desk before I stuff my cock in that bratty little mouth of yours again.”

He released me, eyes still on my face waiting for me to follow through on his order. I turned to his desk and did as he asked, bending over the wood until my chest laid flat against the surface. I waited as patiently as I could for him. It felt as if I was in this position for an eternity before he touched me. He pushed both my underwear and skirt down to my knees before placing his hands on my hips. I heard it before I felt it- the smack on my ass that caused me to yelp.

“Fuck, Spencer. What the—” I was cut off with another resounding smack.

“Did you really think that I wasn’t going to give you a real punishment, darling?” I took a deep breath as another shiver went down my spine. He had no business sounding so hot right now. Another smack, this time on my opposite cheek, had me biting down on my lip to stop myself from crying out.

“This” *SMACK* “Is” *SMACK* “What” *SMACK* “Happens” *SMACK* “To” *SMACK* “Bratty” *SMACK* “Little” *SMACK* “Girls” *SMACK*. A sob ripped from my chest as the last blow landed. My ass was on fire and surely littered with his hand prints.

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood since you sucked me off so nicely, or I would have made that worse.”

Gee, thanks.

“You look like such a dirty slut like this.” I felt a finger enter me easily, the wetness gathered there making my entrance ready to take him. “So wet. Was it the spanking that got you like this, or your mouth around my cock?” A moan was my only reply as he added another finger, the two digits moving in a scissoring motion.

“Are you gonna be my sweet girl, now?” He asked as I moved my hips along his fingers, desperately trying to seek some more relief for the fire burning between my thighs as his mouth littered marks along my thighs. I closed my eyes, focusing on the pleasure he was giving me as he curled his fingers, a slow moan falling from my lips. He pulled them out of me, wiping the slickness against my still burning ass. Fucking bastard. I wiggled my hips against him, hoping he would grant me a reprieve and put his fingers back inside me. Instead, he spanked my ass one more time- one quick, sharp blow against the bruised cheek.

Just when I was about to yell at him, he placed the head of his member against my entrance. He moved up and down my drenched entrance before penetrating me in one full thrust. I took a short breath in, trying to get used to feeling so full. He was stretching me out in the most amazing way.

Spencer waited until I was grinding against him before he pulled out and pushed back into me. “Look at you, such a wanton little bitch aren’t you?” He could call me whatever he wanted, as long as he didn’t stop fucking me.

He kept a steady pace, making sure to grind into me every time he slammed back in. The obscene sound of our skin smacking against one another’s and the moans escaping our throats was an erotic symphony that had my body heat raising the temperature in the room.

He hitched my leg on top of the desk, entering in an angle that made the pleasure so much better. I couldn’t stop the whines that kept escaping my mouth every time he pounded into me. His hand stayed upon my leg, holding me down and limiting my movements. His nails dug into the skin so harshly I was sure there would be bruises left in their wake.

“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me,” he hissed under his breath. “Should have known you just needed to be fucked like the cheap whore you are.” He sped up, hips snapping at an almost punishing pace. The desk creaked every time he slammed into me. I hoped no one was nearby to hear what was going on. A whine left my throat when I felt his fingers rub against my clit. I was so close now.

“Should I stay inside you? Fill you up so you walk around campus carrying my child?” He growls, his pace increasing with each passing moment. “Knock you up so the whole campus knows what a whore you are for me?” He asks, earning a cry ripped from my throat.

“Who’s fucking you?” he grunted. I don’t know how he expected me to form a coherent statement at this current moment. My eyes could barely stay open at this point.

“Spencer, please.” He smacked the outside of my thigh.

“Try again, who’s fucking you?”

“You are, Doctor.” Apparently, that was the wrong answer too, because it earned me another smack on my thigh. I had tears streaming down my face from the pleasurable pain he was giving me.

“You have one more chance or else I’m not letting you come. Now, who’s is fucking you?”

“Professor Reid!” I cried out.

“That’s right darling. Now come on my cock.” A harsh bite on my neck was the ultimate push that had me seeing stars. Spencer thrusted a few more times before fully sheathing himself within me.

He slumped over me, the feel of his breath against my neck causing me to shiver once more. We took a moment to have the high leave our body before he pulled out of me, a gasp leaving the both of us. Spencer was the first to break the silence between us.

“Would you like to have dinner with me?” he asked, his voice a bit shy.

I giggled at his demeanor. A few moments ago, he was fucking me senseless and spanking me over his desk like a porno, and now he was asking me out to dinner.

“Absolutely,” I smiled. “But I should probably cancel my study plans.” I quickly added.

He led me to the faculty bathroom so I could freshen myself up. When I emerged, he was back to being the prim and proper professor I knew him to be. Just before we left his office, he leaned down and whispered, “By the way, you got an A.”

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yeahimaloser · 3 years

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Come Home

I have had no time to write for Dabi but I finally did it :D although it's kinda a mini fic lol

Summary: You’ve always been there for Dabi, loving him and being there for him no matter what. But when he comes home one night that’s when things turn sour...

Word count: 2k

Warning: swearing, angst, breakup, drunkness

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You tapped your foot anxiously against the hardwood floor of your home, checking the clock yet again, although you knew what it would say.

It was two a.m, five hours after Dabi had texted you to let you know he would be home soon. You had been excited at first, you hadn’t seen him in a few days due to a mission he was on, and you knew when he came home he wouldn’t let his hands leave you. He wouldn’t let your lips leave his, he would sit you down on your bed saying; “Dinner can wait, babe, lemme just lay down for a sec ok, then I can help.”

And you would say; “You would just burn it anyways.”

And when you tried to go back to cooking, Dabi would just grab your wrist and pull you to him.

“You can cook when I’m done with my nap.”

“And what do I have to do with your nap?” You would ask coyly.

“You know I can't sleep well without you.”

You loved when he came home.

But that didn’t happen.

Instead, here you were, waiting. Waiting for anything, and no matter what you did, your thoughts always came back to you.

What if he was hurt, what if he was dying? What if you would never see him again? What if he was never coming home?

You shivered at the thought. There was no telling when Dabi would be home, no telling if he would come at all really. You just had to hope, and that’s all you could do.

But the thought of something happening kept crawling back into your mind, the thought of Dabi getting hurt, being on the run, or worse.

You turned back to your tv, checking the news station yet again, waiting for them to announce that something had happened to your boyfriend. Waiting till you got the news he wasn’t coming home to you…

But that never came.

Not the sound of the News Reporter saying anything about your boyfriend, not your phone buzzing with the news alert of the villain Dabi on the run, or captured, not even the sound of the police outside your home, waiting to question you.

Nothing, everything was so silent it almost made you want to scream just to break the glass-like stillness.

But your throat felt constricted, your body felt rigid against your muscles.

You felt like if you moved, everything would fall apart. As if you moved you would be the cause of Dabi’s downfall.

Of course, you knew better. You knew that, if you did move, the only thing that would cause anyone any sort of pain would be your own muscles. You knew it was idiotic to wait up this long, you knew Dabi would be home, with some witty excuse for you. You knew he would give you a silent kiss as an apology.

But still, you held your breath, waiting for anything to shake you out of the stillness you had found yourself in.

Finally, after so long you heard the door open.

And Dabi stumbled through it.

The smell of alcohol hit your nose, and the light blush on your boyfriend's pale face only served to prove your initial thought.

Apparently, while you were at home, worrying and staying up for him, Dabi was out, getting drunk and not even thinking of calling you to make sure you knew he was ok. He didn’t even care to text you back after the more than twenty plus messages you sent him, ranging from, “I hope you’re ok”, too, “Please Dabi just be safe ok,” was it so much to ask of him to give you a response?

Apparently yes.

As you were still getting over your shock of the situation, all Dabi did was chuckle.

“What, did you miss me?” His words slurred lightly, and he stumbled towards you.

But you backed away, “Wha- Dabi, where were you?”

Obviously, you knew the answer, you just wanted to hear it from his mouth, you wanted to hear him say it.

“’S out drink doll, a victory drink babe. You should have come with us, would have liked to have your cute lil’ ass with me,” he smirked at the thought of having you with him, pulling your lips to his, whispering in your ear as you told him to stop because; “It’s embarrassing”.

Of course, though, you had been sitting at home, wondering and worrying about where he was. And when you heard him say that, you lost it.

“Yeah? Well, my ass has been here, worrying about you. But I guess you didn’t need me too, did you?” To be honest, you could care less if the venom in your voice sounded uneven in your tone, you just needed him to hear it.

But you were just met with a confused gaze, “What do you mean sweet cheeks? I texted you.”

Well, at least he thought he did.

You felt rage building up in your stomach, “No, you didn’t. And you know what? Why do I even care, you obviously don’t. God, I can't believe I spent all that time waiting for you, and for what? For you to come home fucking drunk?”

To your dismay, Dabi just shrugged, “Life of loving a villain babe, sorry.”

You felt your muscles tense up with anger, your fists clench hard against your palm, “You know what Dabi? A simple, ‘I’m sorry' would have been enough, but you just come home and act like a dick don’t you? God, what the hell would I even expect from you? You are far off from hitting boyfriend of the year. You don’t even care.”

Dabi felt his gut twist, but he felt the alcohol in his system mess with his line of thinking.

He put a hand to his head, “Look, can we just sleep? You can yell at me in the morning, but I don’t need a bitchy attitude right now ok?”

To be truthful, he didn’t mean to say it so rudely, he just wanted to sleep. Spending so much time away was hard on him, what with his skin condition and all.

He really did mean to come home to you early, he was really excited about it too, thinking about how surprised and happy you would be when he got home, wrapping your arms around him and saying; “Oh you poor thing. I bet you just want to lay down and let me get you something to drink.”

Obviously, you wouldn’t say that, you would probably scold him for being reckless again.

But Dabi knew you would always welcome him home with open arms, no matter what. You were always there for him, always taking care of him, helping him, and loving him. Even if he didn’t deserve it.

Dabi knew he didn’t deserve you, it was as plain as day. Yet, he really did love you.

He vowed to always keep you close to him, not even the league knew of you. It was mostly a safety measure, if he ended up betraying them for any reason, he couldn’t have you being used as leverage against him. Because he knew if he had to, he would give up anything for you.

Plus, if you ever got caught by a hero, he would only have to worry about his neck, not the others.

Not that he would care, though, in fact, he would probably let them die if it meant your safety.

And besides, he liked being the only villain you knew, it added a sense of taboo and suspense to your relationship. Which Dabi was very much a fan of.

But, Dabi knew you deserved better, he knew you deserved a man that would come home to you, that would spoil you in riches and love. Not him, a man that would all too often come home in the dead of night, only to crash against your bed.

Yet, you never said anything, only gently kissed the bridge of his nose before he fell asleep.

God, he didn’t deserve you.

And if he wasn't drunk at the moment he would have never said such vile words to you.

“Bitchy attitude?! All I do is worry and slave over you, and this is the thanks I get?! What the hell Dabi!”

“You knew what you were getting into when you started all this! Don’t act like I forced you into dating me! God, can you stop acting like a victim for two seconds you’re making my head hurt.”

His words kept slurring, and you knew that he couldn’t really think straight at the moment, but a part of you couldn’t seem to care.

You felt your nails dig into the flesh of your palm, you might have been cutting into your skin, but you couldn’t care. An overwhelming sensation of fury overtook you.

“Why the fuck do I even try? All I ask from you is to know where you are but you can’t even manage that much? Do I mean that little to you?” You couldn’t help the shakiness of your voice, although you hated it.

But Dabi could just snarl, “Whatever Y/N you just don’t get it, I’m not some nice guy who’ll whisk you away and promise you a nice life, I’m a fucking villain. And if you can’t get that through your dense fucking skull then maybe you should just leave.”

There it was, that one, tiny, inconsiderate sentence.

You felt your thoughts tighten as your eyes widened, your mind racing as you watched him roll his eyes.

You had put up with Dabi so much, you had loved him through everything, taken care of him, helped him, and held him when no one else would. And maybe that day, that day when you finally found yourself having enough, maybe that’s when you decided you would leave.

“Fine,” you said, although it didn’t come out with as much conviction as you had hoped. “You’re right, I should just leave. You clearly don’t need me anyway.”

Your voice was wobbly, but your mind was made up.

You pushed past him, not caring enough to grab anything, only you and your resolve to leave.

All Dabi did was tsk as you left, not caring to run after you, to beg you to stay with him, all he did was watch you leave, his cold and uncaring eyes set on yours as you opened the door, and left.

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momoshin · 3 years

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BESTIEEEE hopefully i'm not too late but can you please write poly!jinlia with brat!lia convincing a very obedient sub reader to go down on her even though ryujin specifically said not to and they both get punished 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

this got a little long, im sorry!

ryujin pecked your lips (yours only) before getting off the bed and into the bathroom. she wouldn’t kiss lia as a part of her whole punishment. which included you not giving in to her no matter what she said or promised. you knew the rules, and ryujin made sure to remind you them before going in the bathroom. you felt bad for her, of course, no matter how much of a brat she was or how mean she was, even with you, you always felt the need to please her, specially when she’s been painfully edged by your girlfriend the previous night.

you tried to keep yourself occupied, and for the first two minutes, lia just sat there, hands intertwined on her lap, over her pretty sundress as she stares at them with her lips pursed in a pout. she’s thinking about it, how to go on about asking you to break the rules for her again. when she turns her head to you hesitantly, you already know what’s going to come out of her lips.

“babe” you’re trying. really trying not to answer, but the petname... and it’s lia... how can you say no to lia...“babyyyy” she turns around now, on her side with her hand laying on her waist "are you mad at me too?"

"im not mad" you finally look at her, smiling when your eyes connect.

“don’t sit so far” she pouts again, scooting closer to you. “hey”

“hi” you chuckle, putting an arm over her shoulders and letting her rest her head on your shoulder. “what’s up?” you regret asking, because she immediately gives you her famous puppy eyes, and you already know what she wants “she said no”

“and you're going to listen to her?" she snorts, earning a glare from you "pup.." she whispers

"she's in the bathroom"

"it'll be so quick, she won't even notice" she's on her knees now, hands wrapped around one of yours when she sees you look down, hiding your tongue behind one of your cheeks as you think about it "won't you help mommy out? please"

"i'll do it for you when she won't" she proposes

lia notices the way your eyes change when you look up at her, and her own orbs lighten up in excitement and somewhat relief as she climbs up the bed until she's got one leg at each sides of your face without needing to tell you what she wanted, because you're already looking at her cunt like it's some forbidden fruit.. and when she lifts her skirt and flashes you a glance of her bare pussy, you remember ryujin told her she wasn't allowed to wear underwear as part of her punishment.

you can still hear the water running when you drag your tongue up her folds the first time, glaring at her when she gasps loudly, only receiving a mouthed 'sorry' from her and her placing her hands one on her mouth to prevent any louder noises, and the other behind your head to encourage you to taste her again 'hurry' she whispers, adding a please quickly after

all that you hear are her whispers and choked moans, all that you see are the curves and crevices of her body, and all that you taste are her juices that have you fooled and rope you in every time. it doesn't take long for her to move her hips, whispering lots of yes and 'right there puppy' and so much telling that she's so close, and part of you wishes you weren't so focused on hearing her moan but more on the shower shutting off before you were done.

"you don't waste any time do you?" she immediately climbs off your face and shuts her legs closed. you on the other hand have nowhere to escape "whatever she promised you is not true"

"i only said i'd help her when you punished her. because you're fucking mean" lia spits, glaring at ryujin that was fixing her ponytail after coming out of the shower.

"i'm mean? i'll be mean to you, don't worry" she struts quickly, grabbing lia by the hair and dragging her down the bed until she was on the floor, on her knees. but of course, she wouldn't let the blonde do what she wanted with her, she dug her nails into her wrist and tried her hardest to be heavy for her to move, but she's still tiny, so ryujin dragged her with ease. "you're making it worse"

"fuck you"

"maybe if you earned it" she shrugs and undoing the knot of her towel and letting go of her hair to walk towards the dresser and take out one of her favorite straps. ryujin puts it on glaring at you, and stands in front of lia again. she knows what to do, but she wont, she wants to spit on her face and cum while she watches, making a joke of her authority. but the last thing the blonde will do is beg, so instead she calls you over with her hand, watching you crawl quickly to kneel beside the smaller girl. "why don't you show unnie what she's supposed to do?"

you nod, all that is running through your head is pleasing both girls next to you, so you wrap your lips around the head of the toy, looking up at her through your lashes before slowly making your way down. your girlfriend approves from above, putting her hand at the back of your head to control you if necessary. she let's you go at your own pace though, up, down, sucking, until you gag, she stares in adoration and mumbles an "awe, poor baby" feigning worry as she pulls you off her dick, and wipes whatever drool spilled around your mouth.

"that's nice baby, that was really nice. but you still disobeyed me." ryujin pushes you up and on the bed, only your upper body, leaving your legs to support you as she steps behind you "you know what happens now right?" she whispers in your ear but loud enough for lia to hear a couple of feet away. you nod, thinking she's going to fuck you until you're so close you can taste your orgasm and then rip it all right away.

however, she first turns to lia, also manhandling until she was on the bed and quickly after retrieving a bullet vibrator from your toy drawer. "suck" she orders, and her, who is much calmer than before, does as told, still a little bitchy towards the blonde in general. as soon as ryujin pulls out the toy with a pop, she stuffs it deep in her cunt, but not without first turning it on in it's lowest setting "slow and torturous while you watch"

lia gasps as soon as she feels it, immediately whimpering at the lack of stimulation and the sight of ryujin pushing into you slowly, making your lips form an 'o' shape and your fingers immediately fist the sheets. "no one's going to cum, understood?"

"yes daddy"

"understood??" she asks again, mainly to lia that hadn't responded before. the brunette rolls her eyes and nods quickly "say it"

"i understand, daddy" the name spills out her lips like venom, she's too proud to say it, but she knows only bad things come from disobeying when she's this mad. and ryujin is mad at you too, but not as much as she is lia, so she treats you a lot better, kissing your temple and pressing her nose against your skin

mumbling things like "you like that? i bet you want to cum so bad"

"i wanna cum, i wanna cum please." you look up at her raising your head, moaning when she thrusts deeper and presses a kiss against your lips. she only has to squeeze your jaw slightly for you to understand she wants you to open your mouth, spitting on your tongue afterwards

“swallow” you obey her order, moaning at a specific thrust she gives. “im watching you” she’s not speaking to you, but to lia, who pouts and pulls the hand away of her clit

“im not doing anything” she raises her hands in innocence

“spread your legs, i want to see” ryujin’s breath is ragged as her thighs slap against your ass, she hasn’t stopped fucking you even when ordering lia around, and she does as asked, way more compliant than earlier but still not sending her any more than glares.

“ohh-“ you don’t even realize your orgasm came that fast, washing over you silently before ryujin notices you shaking under her, she was too focused on lia this whole time she forgot you were being punished too.

“did you just cum?” she wraps her hand around your throat, roughly pulling you back so you’d look up at her. “did. you. just. cum.”

“n-no”

“and you’re lying too? that’s it.” she pulls out, quickly throwing you on to the bed next to lia, spread just like her and snatching the nearest wand before placing it on your clit, not caring of the way you shake and gasp at the overstimulation. “you want to cum? you’ll cum. in fact that’s the only thing you’ll do tonight. and you will watch. until you’re both begging for forgiveness”

#poly!jinlia #my stuff #itzy imagine #itzy imagines #itzy smut #kpop smut #ryujin x reader #ryujin smut #lia smut #lia x reader

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onceupon · 3 years

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London Boy - Part 2: Let the Game begin

summary: You had always thought you knew exactly what kind of boys Rafe Cameron and Topper Thornton were - but did you actually?

pairing: Rafe x reader (slowburn)

warnings: swearing

word count: 2.5k

a/n: no one is asking for this but here it is anyways lmao enjoy (not canon Rafe)

You make it back to your room and take a deep breath. Boys. You were living with boys. Not just any boys - Rafe Cameron and Topper Thornton. Whatever, you thought, shaking yourself back to reality. It didn’t matter anyways. You weren’t about to let them get in the way of having the time of your life these next few months and you definitely weren’t going to let them keep your mind tied to OBX. That was a tie you desperately wanted to cut. Besides, if you knew Rafe and Topper like you thought you did, they’d be too caught up with playing both the field and the girls of Westheath before you knew it, effectively keeping them occupied and out of your way.

You decided to go about your day as you usually would. Your Have a Great Day playlist was queued up and playing as you slipped on your favorite jeans and top. You let yourself get absentmindedly lost in your actions as you did your hair and makeup - enough to make you feel put together and regain some control after the way this morning had left you feeling vulnerable. Looking good made you feel good - and if anyone else thought you looked good too, then hey, that was just an added bonus.

You hadn’t noticed how lost in the process of getting ready you had gotten until you looked down at your phone and saw that an hour had flown by. You were half way down the hall to the kitchen when the door of your flat flew open, bringing you face to face with two new people for the second time that day.

“Oh my gosh hiiii!” a girl turned to you, pausing her laughter from the conversation she was having with the girl next to her. “I’m Olivia! It’s so nice to meet you!!” the bubbly girl exclaimed, immediately embracing you in a hug. The other girl laughed at her friend’s excitement and forwardness which had clearly startled you.

“I’m Millie - you must be one of our flatmates,” the other girl smiled, introducing herself to you as well.

“Hi, I’m Y/n,” you smiled softly.

“Oh my gosh Mills! I knew it! I told you we’d get roomed with the Americans! Ugh this is so exciting, there’s so much I need to know I don’t even know where to start!” Olivia squealed with a little hop.

“Alright don’t scare the poor girl, she’s gonna think they’ve stuck her with a couple of psychos,” laughed Millie, pulling her friend’s arm to lead her down the hall. “Come on Liv let’s let y/n breathe for a second while we go put our bags down,” she said, giving you an apologetic smile.

You laughed and continued on to the kitchen to get some water as you had originally set out to do. You were honestly relieved. Thank god your other two roommates were girls who weren’t remotely associated with OBX. You didn’t even mind their intensity, it was endearing really, and you’d take a couple of loud but genuine girls who seemed like they were a bunch of fun to hang out with over the bitchiness and cattiness you were used to with the girls back home at Kildare.

“Alright Y/n, I forgot sheets and Mills didn’t bring a towel so we’re going to Primark and you’re coming with. I want to hear all the American gossip,” Olivia reappeared and then slipped back down the hallway with a wink. You laughed and went to go grab your bag, just then realizing Rafe and Topper were no longer at the flat. You wondered where they had gone, not hearing them slip out over the music you were playing earlier. Not that you cared, it was a relief to have them out of sight and out of mind for now.

—

“Hmm Rafe Cameron and Topper Thornton, does sound rather posh,” mused Millie as you had begun providing some intel to your friends on the two flatmates they had yet to meet.

“Two American ladies men, sign me up!” cackled Olivia.

“Hey watch yourself missy, you’re taken,” Millie scolded.

You had only known these girls for maybe an hour and somehow you had been comfortable enough with them to open up about your entire life’s backstory as you walked with them through the home section of Primark. It felt like they had been your friends for years, the three of you gelling together effortlessly.

“Oo you have a boyfriend?” you asked as your eyes scanned over the shelf of fluffy blankets in front of you. You simply couldn’t leave without the light grey one, daydreaming about how cozy napping with it would be.

“I do. His name is Jake,” Olivia beamed, “he’s kind of an idiot, but I love him.”

“And he’s got a whole squad of idiot friends too, but you’ll see for yourself,” Millie laughed.

“Oh shit that reminds me! I invited them all over to pregame tonight before freshers,” chimed Olivia.

“What’s freshers?” you asked, raising your brows in confusion.

Millie and Olivia shared a quick laugh at how clueless you were to everything in their world.

“So freshers is like this huge club event at the beginning of the school year. It’s really meant for uni freshers but since half of us are 18 and we can easily sneak in the other half it’s kind of tradition for Westheath kids to go their last year. Me and Mills went last year too though, one of the guys we knew the year above us was cousins with the bouncer,” Olivia grinned proudly. “But literally everyone is going and that means you’re coming too and- oh shit I’m such a bloody idiot aren’t I! I’m sorry Y/n I literally didn’t think at all to ask anyone from our flat if it was okay to host a pregame,” she bit her thumb with guilt-ridden eyes.

“Looks like you and your idiot boyfriend are actually a match made in heaven,” joked Millie as Olivia gave her the finger, trying to suppress the smile tugging at her lips.

“Oh no that’s totally fine! I’ve had like barely any human interaction these last few days and it’ll be nice to meet some more people from Westheath. It’ll be fun,” you reassured Olivia with a genuine smile. “I just uh- I’ve never been clubbing. Like what do I even wear, I don’t think I brought anything like that. And I’m not 18 for another month, would I even get in?”

“Well it’s a good thing we’re here isn’t it!” exclaimed Olivia, grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you to the clothes section. “Mills this would be PERFECT don’t you think,” she said as she held up a sheer black top in front of you.

“Oh my gosh yes. With a black bra underneath and mini skirt,” Millie grinned, nodding in excitement with Olivia.

“Guys I don’t know if I can wear this. Like I don’t think I can pull this off,” you said meekly.

“Oh my god shut up this would look so good on you. Your body is killer and you can 1000% pull this off,” Olivia insisted, shoving the garment toward you. “And we’ll get you in the club no problem,” she added firmly, shutting down any possibility of you talking your way out of tonight.

“Wait shit do you think Rafe and Topper will be cool with the pregame? We haven’t even properly met them yet and I’ve already invited a bunch of strangers to our place,” groaned Olivia as the three of you headed toward the register.

“Trust me, if there’s two things those boys definitely don’t mind it’s a party and a reason to drink,” you laughed.

—-

As the three of you unlocked the door to your flat you could hear Rafe and Topper’s voices from the kitchen. Ugh, back already.

“Hellooo boys,” called Olivia with zero hesitation, walking straight into the kitchen. “Name’s Olivia, pleasure to meet you,” she smiled extending her hand.

“Pleasure is all ours,” Rafe smiled back. It took every ounce of your will power not to roll your eyes at his smugness.

“Indeed it is,” grinned Topper giving her a hand shake. “And you are,” Topper immediately drew his attention to Millie entering the kitchen right behind Olivia. You didn’t miss how his eyes ran her up and down.

“Millie, your fifth and final roommate,” she smirked, not having missed his wandering eyes either.

“So listen boys,” Olivia clapped her hands together, drawing everyone’s attention. “I may have invited my boyfriend and some of our friends over to pregame tonight before we all go out to the club. You guys are obviously welcome to join but if you’re not cool with us having people over just say the word and-“

“Done deal. What time should we be ready?” Topper cut her off

“9. See you then,” she grinned from ear to ear sauntering off to her room.

“Alright I need to go unpack, but it was lovely to meet you boys, see you soon,” Millie smiled, eyes locking with Topper’s for a second too long before she too slipped away. You wanted nothing more than to escape to your room as well but you were starving, and since you were now living with Rafe and Topper you’d have to learn to go about your life around your new home despite their presence. You sighed as you made your way to the fridge, trying to decide what you were gonna scrap together for dinner.

“So how long have you been here already?” asked Rafe, grabbing some Pringles and taking a seat at the table, Topper already spreading out comfortably on the couch.

“Uh, few days,” you replied, not bothering to turn around.

“See anything cool yet,” Topper chimed in as he scrolled on his phone. The way they were asking you questions was oddly normal. You were trying hard to detect any hint of cockiness in their voice but you couldn’t find any. You weren’t ready to let your guard down fully, not entirely trusting the pair, but you decided to soften a bit and give them a chance.

“Yeah actually, I walked around Hyde Park the other day and the day before I watched the sunset from Millennium Bridge. It was beautiful,” you replied, finally turning toward the boys, a jar of pasta sauce in hand.

“Crazy being in a city like this huh. Definitely not the Outer Banks,” Rafe chuckled lightly, gaze settling on the window.

“Definitely not the Outer Banks,” you smiled.

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“What do you mean you haven’t watched Friends!?” you let out an exasperated cry as you twirled more spaghetti on your fork.

“It’s stupid,” said Topper, making a face.

“It’s a classic,” you retorted.

“No. The Office though. Now that’s a classic.”

“Should’ve know you were an Office guy,” you shook your head, Rafe laughing from his seat across from you.

“Listen, I can’t help you if you don’t know how to appreciate true comedy,” Topper shrugged.

“Yeah okay,” you rolled your eyes, turning now to face the dirty blonde seated across from you, absent mindedly shuffling a deck of cards for no reason, the golden ring on his finer catching your eye as his hands moved in a repetitive motion. “And what about you Mr. Dealer,” you asked Rafe, eyes motioning to the cards in his hand before going back up to meet his gaze. Rafe knew how to keep good eye contact with a person, confident yet not overpowering, and as the evening progressed and you become more comfortable you welcomed the challenge of his piercing blue eyes.

“I’m more of a How I Met Your Mother guy,” he answered nonchalantly.

“Huh, I wouldn’t’ve pegged you as that.”

“And what would you have pegged me as, Y/n,” he asked, still holding your gaze to which you just shrugged playfully, letting him wonder.

“Okay, forget about comedies. Game of Thrones. Hands down best thing I’ve ever watched,” Topper stated, throwing his palms down on the table.

“I mean I do hear good things, but I don’t know, seems kind of intense,” you said before shoving another forkful of spaghetti in your mouth.

“No no no Y/n you literally don’t know what you’re missing out on, it’s pure genius,” Topper continued passionately.

Rafe gave you a knowing glance as you two made eye contact again, trying not to laugh, “He’s been on my ass for years to watch it.”

“And now you have no excuse! It’s senior man, classes will be light work, just give it a chance,” Topper pleaded.

“You know what Topper, just because you’re practically jumping out of your seat right now, I’ll check it out just for you,” you laughed as Toppers face pulled into a wide grin.

“Good enough for me,” he said victoriously.

“Lemme one up that Topps, I’ll also give it a chance, so it better be worth it,” Rafe added, Topper’s eyes growing wide in simultaneous glee and disbelief. Topper quickly got up from his seat, puffing his chest, “woooo! Winter is coming to London baby!” he exclaimed, pumping his fist before heading down the hall to his room.

Two hours had passed by with you hanging out in the kitchen with Rafe and Topper, and to your surprise… you were actually enjoying yourself. You guys had talked about the things you wanted to do in London, the music you all listened to, favorite movies, and tv shows of course. You almost didn’t know how to process it. How could two guys who seemed like such kook douchebags actually be - cool? You had always regarded the two at face value, but perhaps there was more to these boys than what meets the eye.

“Oh god how is it already 8, I’m so behind,” you groaned, getting up to wash your dishes.

“Once Topper is full speed ahead, there’s no stopping that man,” Rafe laughed.

“Hey,” you turned your head around from the sink, soapy dish in hand. “I was actually serious about giving Game of Thrones a try. Damn Topper if he didn’t make me curious now,” you laughed, “but I was thinking, if you’re actually gonna watch too, that we should time it so we both watch on the same days. Because then if we’re on the same schedule, whenever we see each other in the kitchen or something we can discuss and we’ll be on the same episodes so no spoilers.”

“So you mean we’d both watch on our own but at the same time?” Rafe asked.

“Yeah,” you replied, as if it was obvious. That’s what you literally just described.

“Well if we’re gonna watch it at the same time, we might as well just watch it together Y/n,” he calmly stated, walking right up next to you to put his Pringles away.

“Uh yeah I mean that works too,” you replied, looking up at the boy now next to you, getting slightly flustered by his presence once again. His blue eyes were piercing right through you, and this time it was a losing a battle.

“Cool,” he smiled, turning around and walking out of the kitchen to his room. You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding in, the water still running in front of you as you stood their holding the sponge like an idiot. What the fuck just happened?

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Part 3

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-ˋˏ confessions ˎˊ-

summary: maybe this was the right time for suna to confess

pairing: suna x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1425

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note: i wanted to make a short christmas themed fic and here it was,, i hope you guys like this and happy holidays 🤍

you and suna have been best friends since the two of you were kids, it helped that your moms were also best friends and they just absolutely had to have their kids be best friends as well. so here you are hanging out at suna’s room on a saturday afternoon, your legs propped up on suna’s lap while he played video games with the twins and gin.

“hey rin, my mom’s inviting you over on the 24th for lunch with some of my relatives” you poked his chest with your toe making him look at you.

he removed one of his headphones so that he could hear you. “what did you say?”

sitting up you repeated the question “i said my mom told me to invite you over for lunch on the 24th, some of my relatives are going to be there”

“why?” suna questioned, wondering why he was needed at a lunch with your relatives, not that he was opposed to going, it meant free food.

“i don’t know, mom said she wanted to introduce you to some of our relatives.” you made that one up, you actually asked your mom if you could invite suna to lunch so that you would have someone with you and not hangout with your bitchy cousins. your mom agreed seeing no problem in this.

“yeah sure, what time do you want me to be there?” he questioned.

“hmmm maybe around 10:30, we could hangout in my room for a bit until all my relatives arrive”

“oi what about us y/n aren’t ya going to invite us too?” you heard a faint voice recognizing it to be atsumu’s. it must have sounded really loud cause suna groaned removing the other ear piece.

“suna’s the only one my mom invited, sorry guys” you said leaning closer to where the mic was so that he could hear you.

after a few more hours of hanging around suna’s room his mom came in and asked you if you wanted to stay over for dinner.

“no thank you mrs. suna, my mom actually just texted me to come home for dinner just now so i better get going”. you said while standing up and getting ready to leave, you hugged suna’s mom on the way out just like you’ve always done and had suna following behind you down the stairs.

“bye, remember 10:30 okay?” you told him again knowing he had a habit of being late sometimes.

“yeah, yeah don’t worry i’ll come on time” he responded while giving you a half hug.

he in fact arrived on time to your surprise, he even managed to get dressed up nicely, not that you cared, he looked good no matter what.

some of your cousins (the bitchy ones) who arrived early, saw suna when you opened the door for him, so you told him to go up to your room so that he didn’t have to talk to them.

your cousins approached you, one of them asking “hey y/n who was that cute guy that just "went up the stairs. mind introducing him to us?” one of them said while twirling her hair.

“nah, he’s not interested, sorry” you replied muttering an “excuse me” before following suna to your bedroom.

you plopped down on suna who was laying on your bed mindlessly scrolling through his phone. and when you landed on top of him he let out a groan and rolled over to the other side. the two of you just watched some reruns of your favourite shows until your mom knocked on your door telling you it was time to go down.

the both of you walked down the stairs together which caught the eye of a few of your relatives and cousins. they were all wondering who the tall guy who seemed to have bad posture and what his relationship with you is.

when the two of you reached down stairs everyone resumed talking to whoever they were talking before they saw you and suna. you honestly didn’t care about the stares that you got and neither did suna, so the both of you just proceeded to go to the table where the food was and finally eat something.

once you and suna were done eating, both of you decided to roam around the house to avoid people cornering the two of you and so that your cousins wouldn’t pester the two of you asking to be introduced to suna. you already knew that bringing suna to this gathering would stir up some talk about who he is but you didn’t care, you wanted someone to be with you today instead of your nosy and annoying cousins.

eventually the two of you got tired and stopped in a doorway that was away from most people, they would only see the two of you when they would be going to the bathroom. you spoke up first.

“so, how was meeting some of my relatives?” you questioned him, actually wanting to know the answer.

“ehh they were okay, some of your cousins were really annoying though, they kept on looking at me and some even asked me if i was single. i’m pretty sure they just found me attractive that’s why they kept on insisting to go out after lunch” he replied to you.

you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the statement, you already knew that suna was attractive and everyone knew that. but you just wanted to punch him for saying that.

“so, anyone caught your eye?” you decided to change the topic, wanting to know if suna found any of your cousins attractive. you asked this even though you had growing feelings for suna.

“nahh, they’re all pretty plain and besides the look boring too”

you chuckled at this and said “you would know”

he glared at you bringing you in for a headlock, which you tried to avoid because whenever he did this he always messed up your hair. so you did what you had to do, you tried to tickle him. now, not everyone knew that suna was ticklish, he is, you just had to find it which was the spot on his neck. so you reached your hands out to his neck trying to tickle him to stop him from putting you in a headlock.

your mom saw the two of you and sighed “you two stop that, you’re both 17”

the both of you looked at you mom and said “we know”. she smiled at this and pointed to the ceiling above the two of you which made you and suna look up, a mistletoe. your mom walked away after this leaving the two of you in the hallway.

both of you pulled away from each other feeling a bit awkward knowing that you guys were standing underneath a mistletoe. you decided not to chicken out and actually kiss your crush who also happens to be your best friend. you stood on your tippy toes and pressed a chaste kiss on suna’s cheek. his eyes widened at the action.

you returned to your normal height when suna said “you call that a kiss?”

you raised your eyebrow at his statement, “what were you expecting a full make out session rin? geeze take me out to dinner first.” you said while trying not to sound flustered.

“i take you out to lunch almost every weekend, i think that’s enough to get me a kiss on the lips, don’t you think?” he smirked

you rolled your eyes “we’re not even together, i’m not just going to make out with you” you pointed out.

“hmm well do you wanna be together?” he asked out of the blue and you almost choked on your spit. what the fuck, is this actually real? your best friend and your crush is confessing to you? you couldn’t believe it.

“that was a lame confession rin, you should try harder then maybe i would say yes” you said smugly. two can play at this game.

he lowered his face to be at level with you “then maybe i should just kiss you”. he grabbed you by the back of your neck bringing your lips closer to his until he felt your lips touch his. it was an incredible feeling, you wrapped your arms around his neck bringing him closer while feeling his tongue slip into your mouth exploring every inch of it. both of you pulled away, foreheads pressed together while muttering.

“merry christmas y/n”

“merry christmas rin”

#suna rintaro #suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader #suna x you #haikyuu #suna rintaro fluff #haikyuu fluff #suna rintarou

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