#stop having a/c pick the opposite to the other so they can ''have sex properly'' | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

buckyownsmylife · 3 years

Text

Young and Beautiful - Steve Rogers smut

The one where you were supposed to be a one-night stand, but Steve won't let that happen

Warnings: smut, and a little bit of angst.

A/N: this was our first ever patreon-voted fic, chosen for the month of May! My patreons at the $3 tier get to send me their ideas once a month and two of them end up being voted so I can write one of them each month. June’s fic is the one where Ransom needs to get a sugar mommy, and if you want to suggest a story for our July’s fic, please consider becoming a patreon! Thank you to my darling @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for reading this over for me.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

The first time wasn’t a mistake, I could admit to that. Steve had been coming to the same bar where I worked for almost a year now. I knew who he was, of course. Everyone knew - he was hard to miss. But I think what he liked about our run-down place is that no one seemed to care about Captain America and the things he did when he didn’t have a bottle of beer in his hand.

Over here, he was just Steve. And Steve tipped well and drank a lot - I was sure he couldn’t get drunk, no matter how many beers I served him, but he never stopped asking me for more.

So, needless to say, he was adored. Adored by my boss, who was always around to keep watch of his customers and keep them in line. Adored by Luke, who guarded the entrance, for all the nights Steve helped him get rid of men who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. And adored by all the waitresses, for precisely the same reason - and because I always shared my tips with all of them.

Even the kitchen staff adored Steve. Besides, it��s not like he was hard on the eye - all the girls (customers and staff) were constantly fawning over him, but he was nothing short of a gentleman, always.

Actually, he seemed to avoid the members of the opposite sex as best as he could, clearly not interested in whatever it was that they planned to possibly get to do with him. Well, except for me.

He never avoided me. I always figured it was because I was the guardian of the alcohol - we’d even joke about it sometimes, when he came to sit by the bar after politely declining someone’s advances.

“It’s just hard to understand how to date nowadays,” he commented one day after a pretty girl actually asked him out on a date right in front of me, but he refused. I shrugged as I wiped the counter, thinking if there was any advice I could give him.

“It really isn’t that hard. You go out to dinner, walk her home and when you step in front of her door, you ask her for some coffee. She’ll usually do it herself, but if you want to show your interest…” His frown was amusing, to say the least, but I held back my laughter so he wouldn’t be even more uncomfortable.

“A coffee?” Giggling, I nodded. “Before bed? But…”

“It’s a metaphor, Steve. A lady can’t very well invite you into her sheets, now can she?” He blushed three different shades of red when I winked, another giggle escaping. “I mean, she can, but we like to keep some things unsaid - innuendos can be very sexy.”

Two months had passed and if Steve made use of my lessons, I wouldn’t know. He never brought anyone to the bar and never left with any lady who approached him either.

“What can I get ya, Steve?” I’d always ask. I’d never once called him Cap or anything other than the name he used to introduce himself - even though I obviously knew who he was. He always took his time before answering my questions, even if they required a simple yes or no, which amused me to no end.

For a while, I actually believed a gun or one of the buildings the Hulk had undoubtedly thrown in his direction had left him with a difficulty of hearing. But then after my first question, he never seemed to have any problem understanding me at all.

“Just a beer,” he’d say, a small, soft smile as he tried not to stare too much at me, fingers tapping on the counter while I got his order. I appreciated his effort not to make me uncomfortable - I knew he’d seen how often men did that to me. I had no doubt that was why he only ever looked me in the eye from under those huge eyelashes of his.

“There you go.” Always the same routine, we never once deviated from it. Until one night when I was supposed to close the bar and he heard my boss instructing me to be careful.

“There’s been a lot of robberies this late at night. Make sure you lock everything up properly.” I saluted in jest, making the old man laugh and shake his head at me. “See you tomorrow, kid.”

There were only a handful of customers - Steve included, and he was the only one by the bar, so I threw him a quick smile as I wiped the glasses and started to clean the counter.

“Can I get you anything else?” I offered, but he only grimaced in response, leaving me confused. “Is there something wrong?” He stared directly at me without answering for a while before he was able to snap out of whatever it was that had frozen him.

“You’re supposed to leave by yourself at two in the morning?” I chuckled lightly at his concern, avoiding his gaze so he wouldn’t see how it warmed my heart that he’d be preoccupied over me, someone that was a little more than a stranger to him.

“It’s part of the job,” I reassured him. “Well, usually it’s part of Luke’s job. But whenever he has to leave early, it’s my duty to fill in for him.” He nodded, but didn’t make any movement towards leaving. Usually, he would be gone by now, but it wasn’t that extraordinary for him to stay until the hour I left.

This was the first time he stayed this long though, considering I wasn’t the one responsible for closing the bar and I only realized it when I looked around and noticed we were the last two people left in the room.

“Planning on drinking much more?” I joked, trying to gauge if he was going to be much longer, but he seemed startled by my question, looking around to verify the same thing I’d just noticed.

“Oh, no. Not at all.” I smiled, thankful that he was conscious and wouldn’t force me to stay even longer after my shift had finished. “I just figured I could walk you home. It is pretty late, after all.”

My heart warmed up at how sweet and thoughtful this man was. He had no reason to wait for me to finish my job just to walk me home, yet here he was. “Thank you, Steve,” I acknowledged, sending him a grateful grin. “Let me just check the bathrooms real quick. I’ll grab my purse and we can leave.”

He nodded, watching me do as I said and in no time at all we took off together in the direction of my apartment. I wasn’t worried about making small talk with him on the way there - I knew he was a good conversationalist from all the times he had stayed by the bar instead of taking his beer to a table, and I adored the stories he told of his missions just as much as I appreciated how he genuinely cared about what I had to say.

The walk to my place seemed shorter than ever before, and in a few minutes we were standing in front of my door as I searched for my keys in my bag.

“C-Can I…” He murmured as I looked for it, glancing up at him and smiling to signal he should continue even though I couldn’t give him my full attention at that moment. “Would you… Do you have some coffee?”

I was so shocked that my head whipped up to stare at him, eyes wide and unbelieving. Did Steve… Did he… Did he want to have sex with me? “I mean… in your apartment, do you have some coffee in your apartment?”

The thought was so extraordinary that the second I realized his intentions, a fire of desire warmed my lower belly, not because he was Captain America, but because he was an attractive and sweet guy that was way out of my league and I couldn’t believe he was into me.

He kept talking as I kept blinking at him, trying to process what was going on. “’Cause I’d really like to have some coffee… with you… If you want some too…”

His voice got smaller the longer it took for me to answer him, until it disappeared completely and he cleared his throat. “Nevermind.” He was about to turn around and make a run for it, I was sure, but I was able to grasp his wrist just in time, signalling him to stop because I had something to say.

“I would love to make you some coffee, Steve.”

So yeah, the first time wasn’t a mistake. He was way too fucking sweet and I got hot just by seeing how nervous he was to ask me for some “coffee”, incredulous that I was capable of affecting this giant man that much.

So as soon as we were in my apartment, I tied up my hair with the little hair tie I always kept on my wrist during work and got on my knees for him.

And I cherished every fucking second of it.

The way his mouth fell open in a gasp when I reached for his jeans, the little moans he let out as I licked his member… I couldn’t close my eyes, too transfixed by his expressions to miss anything.

The way he pulled me by my hair to devour my mouth, hands so eager to undress me that he ended up ripping my blouse, but it only made me giggle.

The way his groan sounded almost painful when he picked me up, shoved me against the door and penetrated me, filling me so beautifully I hit my head back against the wood and didn’t even notice it.

He got me to cum without almost no preparation, just from the thrill of it all, the stretch of his member inside of me. When I urged him to cum in my pussy, the look on his eyes was enough to get me to cum again, milking him dry as he emptied himself with a growl, forehead dropping against mine while he tried to catch his breath.

I was expecting him to leave immediately or maybe stay for an actual coffee. I wasn’t expecting him to pull out, drop to his knees and start lapping his cum from inside of me, eyes as focused on mine as I had been for him only minutes before.

Burying my fingers in his short locks, I tried to keep myself up despite the way my legs trembled, but Steve just adjusted them so they’d be over his shoulders and held me up with his face buried in me.

I had never cum so many times in a row. But then again, I had never had a man eat his own cum out of me.

I fully intended it to be a one time thing, and that was my plan. I thanked him for eating me out, made him some coffee, giggled at his stories about his friends and for a second it almost looked like we were back at the bar, only the counter was my kitchen table and I was allowed to sit on the other side.

He didn’t ask to stay the evening and I breathed a sigh of relief after I closed the door behind him, ignoring the slight empty feeling that momentarily hit me. This is what I wanted, I reminded myself, and by acting the way I expected him to, he had made it clear that he understood the rules of the dating world he claimed to know so little of.

This was a one time deal. Nothing more.

But then the first night we saw each other at the bar again, it was when he burst through the door to punch some guy who came in just as I was closing, trying to steal the money we had in the vault. I was so fucking relieved to see his face that all I could do was tremble in his arms after the police came to get the robber, and of course I couldn’t let him go after that.

He walked me home and I didn’t even ask anything, just stood on my tiptoes to kiss his lips, using my grip on his shirt to pull him in as he helped me with my clothes.

“You’re so fucking pretty…” He moaned, and perhaps that should have been my first sign, the one that alerted me to stop what I was doing and not make this into a mistake I couldn’t take back.

He hadn’t talked the last time. He had never complimented me before.

“God, your ass…” He groaned as he palmed it, helping me over his lap when he took a seat on my couch, until I could fuse the both of us and ride us to hysteria.

But I didn’t mind. I didn’t mind because it felt so fucking good to be desired by him, to have him inside of me, cumming deep into my pussy only to eat it all out of me again.

It didn’t take long for me to learn about the errors of my way, though. In fact, it started the very next day, when he walked into the bar grinning from ear to ear and made a beeline in my direction.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted, and my eyes went wide as two saucers, especially when I saw him lean over the counter like he intended to peck my lips.

“Hello, Captain.” I quickly turned my back to him, facing the shelves of liquor to pretend that I was looking for something. My heart sank to my stomach as I took in what was happening, what I had just done in my effort to put some distance between us as if last night had never happened. “Can I get you anything?”

The time it took for him to answer almost had me looking at him from over my shoulder, but I restrained myself. “Yeah, you,” he finally said, and I breathed out in surprise. “Why are you acting this way?”

I panicked for a few seconds, reaching up for an already clean glass to attack it with my rag. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I tried to reassure the both of us, still incapable of looking him in the eye.

But I could see his massive body by the end of the counter from the corner of my eyes, where he always sat, and I saw him tap the old battered wood with his fingers - fingers he had used to spread me open for his tongue to reach - as he thought.

I hoped he would let it go. I hoped he would not.

“Fine,” he relented, and I froze, uncertain of what he meant. “I’ll come back tomorrow.” My head snapped up just in time to watch him leave, and he didn’t even look over his shoulder.

I tried to tell myself it was for the best. He needed some time to get over whatever the hell it was that he thought he was feeling and tomorrow things would go back to normal. But that wasn’t what happened.

He came back with flowers the next day, and I didn’t have any reasonable excuse not to accept it. He didn’t push for anything, just gave me the bouquet before asking for his usual drink. And then he proceeded to stay the entire evening right there, where he always sat, carefully watching my every move.

For the first time in a while, I broke two glasses in a single evening.

The day after that, he came with a box of chocolates. I couldn’t hide the smile because they were my favorite - I didn’t know how he knew it until he reminded me.

“You told me you liked them right when I started coming to this place.” His eyes were so heavy with a sad feeling that I couldn’t recognize that I had to avert my gaze. It messed with my heartbeat, it left my throat feeling dry.

“Thanks, Captain,” I softly acknowledged it, and I saw the way his grip on the box tightened. I saw it in the way it was slightly crumpled when I took it from his hands, but he didn’t say a word.

There was only so much that he could take, though. And I knew that. It didn’t help that my boss had caught onto his intentions and started to push me to go out on a date with him.

“Why don’t you give the poor guy a chance?” He’d incite, much to Steve’s utter glee.

“Yeah, Y/N. Why don’t you go out with me?” Steve urged, and although he never asked when my boss wasn’t around to initiate the teasing, I knew he wondered.

And the truth was that I wondered about it too. Because everything was screwed up now. When I gave him his beer and our fingers brushed, mine were left tingling. When I looked his way to find his gaze already on me, I shivered.

So yes, the second time was undeniably a mistake, but there wouldn’t be a third time. I’d make sure of it.

Steve’s P.O.V.

I was tired of waiting. I knew I had wanted her since the first time I laid my eyes on her, when I decided to stop at this rundown bar in the hopes of one night of crappy beer without being bothered by anyone asking for autographs or pictures.

I’d come here almost every night when I could escape the tower to watch her work, slowly getting her to warm up to me, and I fell for her personality in the process.

The way she clearly saw me as Steve, and not my title.

The way she always laughed at my stories and shared what had happened in the previous nights with the raucous customers.

The way she seemed to care about everyone and everything that came into contact with her.

So what started as desire became something deeper and for the first time since I was unfrozen, I found myself eager to understand what dating in this new century was like. I asked Sam for advice, and even Tony for any tips he could give me, but their general ideas didn’t matter to me when all I wanted was one single person.

Her.

So I asked her for her thoughts on the matter and was surprised with myself when I put them into practice. I was even more surprised when she accepted my advances and welcomed me into her embrace.

I was sure I’d never been happier than that evening.

But to have her pretend nothing had happened and even worse - treat me like a stranger after I had learned the taste of her skin? Nothing hurt deeper than that.

And still, I understood. I realized then that she hadn’t seen the situation the way that I had. She had thought all I wanted was a one-night deal - well, two-night deal - because I had never shown her anything to make her think differently.

So I set out to do just that. My way this time. And I was just about ready to ask her on a proper date when I was forced away for a whole damn month, having to resort to my hand and my memories of her body to get through the cold nights on the field.

The second I was back in the city, I only had one thing in mind. To get what I wanted, in whatever way she would let me.

“Can we talk?” My voice sounded clipped to my own ears, and maybe that’s why her mouth opened in surprise - or maybe it was seeing me at the bar so early, when there was barely anyone around, after being absent for so long.

“Sure,” she finally accepted, shrugging like it was no big deal, but I knew better than that. She might not know it, but I could read her perfectly, and I knew she was hiding her true feelings even to herself. I knew those feelings were deeper than she had ever felt. I knew they made her scared.

“Not here.” She stopped cleaning glasses then, frozen for a second before she looked around, taking in the fact that no one else was going to need her for a while. There was nowhere to run and maybe I was a jerk for doing this during her work hours, but I was a desperate jerk and I couldn’t wait a second longer.

“Okay.” She sounded small, and I knew what she was expecting to get out of this conversation. Closure, in one way or another. For me to finally let go of her. But I wouldn’t.

I wanted her too damn bad to let her escape like that.

“Go out with me.” I asked the second that the office door was closed behind us, and she immediately started shaking her head. “Yes, please,” I insisted. “Let me show you that I want more from you. I want so much more.”

“I can’t give you more,” was her answer, and she still avoided my eyes as she spoke. “One night, you even had two. That’s all I can give you. Please don’t ask me for anything more.”

“Why?” I asked, and the frustration in my voice was enough to get her to meet my eyes for the first time that evening. “Why are you trying to avoid this? I know you want me, Y/N. You wouldn’t have slept with me if you didn’t. So just tell me why.”

“I can’t,” she insisted, moving towards the door, but I grasped her hand to stop her before she could slip through it - much like she had done that first night, when I thought I’d screwed up any chance I had to ever be with her.

“Tell me why you’re holding yourself back from me,” I ordered, anger and desire creating an explosive cocktail inside of me, making my voice hoarse. I saw her shiver. I watched her break.

“Because it was too fucking good and I swear to God, if you get your mouth on me again, I’m gonna marry you.” Our expressions mirrored one another, eyes wide, mouths hanging open. She couldn’t believe she had let out her feelings like this. I couldn’t believe there was all there was to it.

I dropped to my knees before her.

“Come here.” I shoved her jeans all the way down to her ankles, sending the button flying somewhere. I couldn’t tell where and I didn’t care. All I wanted was to show her that there was nothing wrong with wanting this, with wanting me because as long as she allowed me to, I’d give anything to be with her.

My tongue was so hungry to taste her sweetness again. I licked a stripe between her lower lips before I could even get my hand there, spreading her with my fingers for easier access.

God, she was heavenly. I watched her let her head fall back against the door, much like the first time I was able to be in this position, and my heartbeat fluttered at the realization that this time, I was much closer to getting what I really wanted from her.

“I’ve been terrified of my own feelings for long enough,” I decided to confess, parting from her clit to be able to speak but slipping two digits inside her hole, filling her up, preparing her to welcome me. “I can wait for you to come to terms with yours. But I can’t keep myself away,” I warned, quickening my movements as I chased away the taste of her in my tongue. “So don’t ask that of me.”

Her moan had my eyes sparkling with excitement. I lowered my head to suck her button, see the way it made her thighs tremble on each side of my face.

“So fucking sexy,” I moaned against her cunt. “Come for me, sweetheart. Drench my face.” Her little cry of ecstasy denounced she was about to do just that, so I twirled my tongue around her clit, rubbing my digits against her sweet spot as her body tensed under my ministrations.

“There you go…” I whispered, fascinated with the way she looked after her release. It was like she glowed from the inside, muscles relaxing to accept my caresses when I finished cleaning her with my tongue and rose to my full height.

“Next time you try to pretend something between us didn’t happen, I’m gonna bend you over the counter and spank your ass in front of all of the other patrons,” I warned her before nibbling her earlobe. “Go out with me,” I tried again, and she took a deep breath before answering, looking up at me from under her eyelashes.

“Okay.”

#my fics #steve rogers smut #steve rogers #smut #patreon one-shot #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers reader #steve rogers reader insert #steve rogers reader inserts #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers one-shot

566 notes · View notes

chloebeale · 2 years

Text

february drabble challenge, day #4: “dinner date”

rating: t

pairing: bechloe

word count: 1k

read below or on ao3!

Considering the length of time she has kept her feelings for Chloe to herself already, it has been surprisingly difficult for Beca to continue to keep this between the two of them ever since their kiss that served as the grand finale of their USO stint.

The same way both are in agreement that their feelings stem much deeper than a simple, single kiss, they have also agreed that, no matter how difficult it may be, they want to keep it their secret for now, just to give themselves the time to properly figure out how to navigate their new normal.

This thing between them, this new normal, while labelless for now, is undoubtedly so much more than just physical. However, that does not mean that it is not also physical…

Before Chloe, Beca never really had much interest in sex. Even with Jesse, it was just a part of their relationship she could take or leave. Almost like a societal expectation she felt she had to fulfill. With Chloe, though, there is a near constant, nagging urge that Beca struggles to ignore, that she has struggled to ignore since the first time they wound up in bed together two months ago. Judging by the way Chloe is eyeing her now from across the table, it is clear that that urge is absolutely not one-sided.

This evening, this Bellas dinner date, marks the first time the girls have all been together since returning from their tour. With everybody busy with their own, separate lives, it is really not the easiest of tasks to get the group back together, so they have booked a table at one of the city’s more upscale restaurants for the occasion.

The way Chloe is acting, however, the way she is staring at Beca with total and utter lust in her darkened eyes, is the exact opposite of the “upscale” vibe, and Beca is trying her best not to make her physical reactions too obvious.

Beca you’re terrible, just so you know

Fortunately, the second Beca had slipped her phone from her pocket, Chloe had caught onto just who she was about to text, and soon her phone is in her hand, too.

Chloe i have no idea what you mean 😇

How Chloe manages so effortlessly to keep up with the conversation going on around them while texting in her lap, especially given the subtext of their private exchange, is lost on Beca, but she responds with an amused smirk and a quick glance across the table, before setting her phone neatly down in her lap.

It is not like Beca doesn’t want to interact with the others; she misses the girls more than she would actually like to admit, so she makes a point to actively join in with the conversation. It is difficult, however, to continue to ignore Chloe, so when Aubrey, Chloe’s seat neighbor for the evening, stands to excuse herself to the bathroom, Beca takes the opportunity of one less set of prying eyes to reach down into her lap beneath the table, as subtly as possible, and blindly type up another text.

Beca you’re totally picturing me naked, right?

Although face-down, Chloe’s phone rests on the table beside her hand, and Beca wonders why she doesn’t feel the vibration of her text message—or, if she does, why she does not immediately pick it up to check; Chloe’s replies came pretty much instantly before, after all.

Since she is not connected to the restaurant’s WiFi, Beca wonders if there is a signal issue, and peers down into her lap to double check the status of her message. As her eyes scan over the screen, Beca’s heart practically stops.

“Beca?” Emily’s voice breaks through the sudden ringing in her ears, tone laced with concern. “Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Quickly sliding back her chair, Beca stands shakily, then frantically nods her head. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine,” she lies, worried eyes meeting Chloe’s look of genuine concern. “I just have—Uh, Chlo. Can I see you for a second?” As she speaks, Beca begins to leave the table, head motioning for Chloe to follow. Fortunately, Chloe does not need telling twice, and despite the way the others watch on in confusion, the two are soon making their way toward the restrooms.

“What’s going on?” Chloe asks before Beca even gets to spit out her words.

“Dude, I fucking—I texted Aubrey!”

“And that’s a bad thing?” Chloe asks, her expression confused.

“Yes!” Beca hisses, thumb shaking as she attempts to unlock her phone. “It was meant for you. I asked her if she was picturing—”

The door to the restroom swinging open is what interrupts Beca’s frantic explanation, and she supposes the “what the fuck” expression she is met with from her former Bellas captain is relatively tame, all things considered.

“No, Beca,” Aubrey says in a very deadpan sort of way, “I am not—” she glances at her phone screen, where Beca’s text message is displayed clearly, “picturing you naked.”

“Oh, God,” Beca whines, hands covering her eyes as she dramatically sinks back against the wall.

So far, Chloe has not reacted outwardly, but Aubrey addresses her next with a straightforward, “I suppose this was meant for you?”

“What?”

While Beca blurts her reaction, Aubrey only rolls her eyes. “Cut the crap, Beca.”

“Bec, it’s okay,” Chloe says gently. There is an apologetic look settling onto her features. “I told Aubrey already.”

“Wha—But I thought…”

“I know,” Chloe nods. “I just needed to talk to someone about it all and Aubrey is my best friend. I figured you’d probably talked to Amy about it all, right?”

“No! Dude, we said we weren’t telling people yet,” Beca sputters, pleading eyes darting between both Chloe and Aubrey’s expressions.

“Be glad that she did,” Aubrey frowns. “Had I not known, I would’ve likely handled your text message much differently. Besides, I haven’t told anybody. And I actually think you’re smart to keep it quiet while you figure everything out.” She pauses, eyeing the two. “A word of advice, though…”

Despite her mortification, Beca glances toward Aubrey to show that she is actively listening.

“Next time, be more careful about who you’re sending your text messages to.”

Once more, Beca whines in response.

#beca mitchell #chloe beale #bechloe #bechloe fic #bechloe fanfic #mine #mine:writing #february drabble challenge #february drabble challenge: day 4

56 notes · View notes

starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

Text

Online dating

darcy lewis x reader / masterlist

summary; darcy decides to try a dating app, least to say, the guy isn’t anything like his picture. and thus she ditches him, and finds someone else in a hot second / warnings; the oc guys in this fic are dicks, homophobia, darcy being bae, swearing, mentions of sex and cheating, mentions of joy x reader.

he was a polar opposite to what he had portrayed his online self to be, screw the internet! this date was truly tragic, darcy had plenty of things that she could be better using her time for, rather than sitting opposite this oaf, that was licking his unappealing lips, and staring at the waitress when he thought that she didn’t notice.

“huh?” the scientific doctor pulled her phone out, ushering a puzzled expression on her face as she stared at the blank screen. she of course recognised that no one was making any attempts to contact her, but he didn’t know that. “one second.” she held her finger up, bringing the phone to her ear as she blabbered into the speaker that was inherently catching nothing that she was saying.

“slow down jane.” darcy falsely ushered, using her hands to exaggerate the conversation in her head. she put the phone down, a facade of panic elaborating behind her spectacle adorned eyes as she grabbed her belongings in a frenzy, standing upright and out of her seat. “im so sorry, my friend has just hit some guy with her car and she needs some moral support. tonight is going to have to be cut extremely short.”

short was a relief, but the hopeful expression on this dude’s face wasn’t. perhaps it was cruel to leave this guy hanging, and well, she couldn’t blame him for wanting more, she sent him an awkward smile as he began to speak. “we should do this again some time - properly.” darcy wasn’t dumb, she noticed how his eyes sped to the side as the curvy waitress walked by.

“sure...” no, definitely not. darcy was well aware that she was wasting her time with this moron, she didn’t need a man, let alone a dweeb of one. a quick wave was all she bade him as she exited the coffee shop, only to become engrossed in a scene erupting on the local streets. there was a woman, flinging shirts, and a bra within the bundle that looked as though it was not her size, what was she thinking, clearly it wasn’t, at said example of figurative masculinity.

“screw you durkus!” any guy named ‘durkus’ was basically a label confirming that he was a dick. “i don’t need you, nor the next man! i am a well established woman who has done more for this country than you could ever know, you’re dust beneath my feet, a pathetic layer of residue that i want nothing more to brush off.” perhaps she was being harsh, but it sounded like he deserved it.

from the red lipstick, that the woman was not at all sporting, from the random bra that she had flung at her partner, it was a safe bet to assume that he had cheated on her. darcy plodded closer, listening whimsically in, and realising that her life was pretty calm, there were no longer asguardians or dark elves infiltrating her life, nor the work that she had attained to field in.

she had only recently earned herself the title of doctor, and it was frustrating that people would assume that she opted for a profession in a hospital room, or they would forget the professional endorsement all together, and address her as ‘miss lewis’. she was no one’s puppet, she had scaled herself up the ladder of her career to be where she was now, but another thing that she was alongside such a wave of potential was a feminist.

this dick was shouting in the streets, calling her inexplicable names such as a ‘whore’, and a ‘two faced bitch’. having the ability to hear the insults brew anger in her stomach, she couldn’t just stand there. “what are you going to do, turn into a complete lesbian?” now that was the last straw, it had darcy marching over, and promptly she shoved the guy, making him drop all the items that were grasped in the basket of his arms.

a flabbergasted ‘huh’ was riveted from him, and it made darcy smirk as she attuned his attention towards her; the stranger that had gotten involved in his public display of disrespect and homophobia. “how about you watch your damned mouth before i make sure you can’t open it again. and whilst you’re at it, get some new shirts, you’re not a model, unless you’re the kind that are put on prison pamphlets.”

“who the fuck are you?” he spat his saliva on the ground by darcy’s feet, establishing her with the information that her first impression of this dick had been correct. women just knew with this kind of thing, they could sense trouble from a mile away. “you know what, keep that crazy bitch. maybe you can help her store her katanas, and go on double dates with danny rand and his plus one. rather you than me.”

“don’t ask.” the woman shook her head, tired of the drama that durkus always seemed to bring. she had enough trouble, involving work and extracurricular night time activities, without him adding to them. darcy presented her with a sweet smile, picking up the box of random bits and bobs that was on the floor. “that’s just work stuff, i’m moving offices and as i came to collect some things from our apartment, and i found him- well let’s just say he wasn’t alone.”

“that was pretty easy to pick up on. how’d you not realise that you were dating a total sleaze?” she was blunt with her enquiry, though the woman shrugged, a guilty expression cowering upon your features, like an ashamed shadow. a small, attractive smile graced her lips, secrets hidden beneath the span of the expression.

“oh, i knew. i just had to pretend to be happy, so that my ex, or well now, my other ex joy would stop chastising me, claiming that i haven’t got over her. she’s so up her own ass sometimes and it drives me- shit, i’m sorry, you don’t know me, nor do you need to hear about my problems.” the y/h/c haired woman shook her head, stretching her hand out to miss lewis. “i’m y/n, thanks a bunch for helping me out back there.”

darcy accepted her handshake, completing the action as she smiled. “i’m darcy.” this woman didn’t need to know about her doctor title, in fact, darcy was keen on knowing everything about her instead. “so’d how you meet him?” referring to the person that had most recently became y/n’s ex. y/n was relieved that darcy had shown up, she was sure she’d have used her martial art training for more than composition; she’d have kicked durkus’ flat ass.

“on a dating app.” it was a normal answer, she wouldn’t share the intel that before that she had saved his ass whilst wearing a black hood, stopping him from getting mugged in the dead of night. perhaps she should have saved someone else that particular late evening. darcy couldn’t help but let a small laugh out, finding both their circumstances quite amusing. she was sure a similar situation would have unfolded if she had decided to regularly see the date that she ditched.

“online dating man, it sucks, am i right?” it had quite the reputation, for the two of them especially. “maybe we should just date each other.” she joked, though she was being partially serious. it felt right, they had bumped randomly into one another’s faulted situations on the same day, it almost felt like fate, though that subject was too cheesy to say aloud.

“well doctor lewis, i would not at all mind going on a date with you.” darcy frowned at the title that she had been called, pointing at the side of the woman’s jacket, that had a recyclable label stuck upon the material. “so you majored in science, if i am correct?” finally, someone got it! she could get used to that.

y/n did not appear as a deity nor a creature from another realm, she was normal. or so as far as the eye could tell, in fact, she did not suspect a thing from this woman, much less to be a defender of the earth that worked in a small and less know league than the avengers, yet still roamed the us to protect its people.

darcy though had won this battle for her though, giving her a moment of peace from fighting, and had idly sent durkus on his route far away. y/n could get used to not being the hero all the time, more so if this doctor was her knight in shining armour.

#darcy lewis x reader #darcy lewis imagine #darcy lewis fanfiction #Darcy lewis oneshot #kat dennings x reader #Darcy x reader #Darcy imagine #thor x reader #marvel women x reader #imagines #imagine #xreader #marvel x reader #Darcy lewis ff #darcy lewis x you #darcy lewis

140 notes · View notes

countryclubstarkey · 4 years

Text

First Time - Rudy Pankow (Smut)

Not My Gif

Pairings: Rudy Pankow x Reader; Some JJ Maybank x Y/C/N

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Virgin Reader, Dry Humping, Oral Sex (Female Receiving).

Word Count: 2.5k+

Y/C/N = Your Character’s name.

A/N: This request, I hope you like it, sorry it took some time! I didn’t mean to make it this long LOL.

Getting the job as JJ Maybank’s love interest is a blessing and a punishment at the same time. JJ is a very sexually active character, and that means so is your character. This results in a few steamy scenes between you and Rudy.

The downside is that you have zero experience when it comes to sex, you’ve had a few boyfriends, but the furthest you’ve gone is some hardcore french kissing. Rudy, on the other hand, is a sex god; some of the stories that you’ve heard by accident made your face as red as JJ’s baseball cap.

Today is one of those days where JJ and Y/C/N have an intense makeout session with some humping as Jonas put it. You’re currently in the hair and makeup trailer, getting some final touch-ups before you’re called on set.

“Hey y/n, you ready?” Rudy asks as he walks into the trailer, startling you slightly.

Avoiding his eyes by looking at your lap instead. “Ya, I’m just kind of nervous.” You answer truthfully. Rudy’s joyful laughter fills the trailer.

He grabs your hands brushing them innocently to calm down your nerves, “Don’t worry, sweetheart, if you feel uncomfortable at any time, I want you to tell me okay?”

Standing up, you adjust the two-piece swimsuit; you’re wearing for the scene and follow Rudy’s lead to set. He holds your hand the entire time, brushing it gently with his thumb making you relax and more prepared than before.

“You guys ready?” Jonas asks the two of you. Taking your nods as a simple answer of yes, everyone gets into position.

“And Action.”

Start of Characters scene -------------------------------------

“JJ, John B is going to walk in at any minute,” you tell your boyfriend of five months as he continues to kiss down your neck.

Pulling you onto his lap on John B’s couch, “I know baby, but you look so hot in that bikini and you know I can’t control myself.” You start grinding against him, trying to create some friction as his lips passionately make their way onto yours.

One hand moves to your hips to help you move further, as his other palms your breasts through your top. Your nipples start to harden as you move your body closer to him by wrapping your arms around his arm.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me cum in my pants,” he moans in your mouth, speeding up his own actions. Your core feels hot as his hands travel to your inner thighs before landing on your behind instead. Feeling him grow harder as his solid bulge presses against your center encouraging your actions to speed up.

His mouth finds its way to your neck and breasts, leaving sloppy kisses as his hands go to untie your top.

“What the fuck are you guys doing on my couch,” John B yells at the two of you, causing you to break apart landing on opposite sides of the couch.

End of Characters scene -------------------------------------

“And Cut, we’re done for the day guys enjoy your night,” Jonas yells.

Trying to fix your outfit a little, you immediately become self-conscious from being exposed to a room full of people. Rudy observes your actions and puts his jacket around you. He wraps his arms around your waist before guiding you towards your trailer following you inside.

“You good?” He asks when you finally reach a private setting. Rudy has always had a soft spot for you, and over the past few weeks, you’ve gotten especially close. He’s taken you on a few dates, but hasn’t asked you to be official yet and all of the guys have been teasing him about it.

“Ya, I just have never done that before in real life or on set,” you mumble shyly. Rudy tilts your chin upwards, so you meet his eyes before leaning in for a sweet kiss. It’s different from any kiss you’ve had on set, this one is passionate, loving and innocent. Pulling away after a few seconds, Rudy is smiling widely admiring your beautiful features. Brushing your hair away, he kisses your forehead before speaking up.

“I don’t care what you’ve done or haven’t, I just want to be able to call you mine.” Rudy whispers, not ready for your reaction.

Leaning in, you return your lips to his, revealing your answer through the kiss, “Consider it done Pankow.”

Rudy picks up your body, your legs wrap around his waist, kissing him as he strolls to your couch before settling down with you on his lap. His hands stay on your waist not wanting to pressure you into anything without your consent.

“I want more,” You mumble against Rudy’s lips. He pulls away making sure that you actually want things to go further, “Are you sure?”

You respond by taking his jacket off leaving you in your bikini only. He admires your body for a few seconds before pulling your lips back on his own.

“Let me try something then.” He tells you while flipping your body so that you’re lying down with Rudy above you.

Appreciating your body before doing anything, Rudy leans down, kissing every inch of your body making you feel like you’re on fire. Starting at your lips and playfully fighting with your tongue, he pulls away when he feels your breathing uneven.

Going lower, his wet tongue runs circles on your neck as his cool breath calms your body down a bit. He bites and nips at the skin to mark your neck, leaving some sort of pattern that you have to check later. Soothing the skin after, with soft kisses, his mouth makes contact with your breasts.

“Can I?” he ushers towards your straps, giving him a needy nod. He pulls at the strings leaving your breasts exposed to him for the first time. Having the need to cover them right away, Rudy senses your actions and gathers your hands in his own, putting them above your head, “You’re beautiful, don't hide from me.”

Your nipples harden because of the cold air and your arousal. Rudy alternates between rubbing one of your breasts in his hand, while his mouth occupies the other. Leaving the same marks that are on your neck, his tongue brushes past your nipple, making your body ache towards him. Finally, feeling satisfied with his work, he decides to move towards your most delicate parts. Kissing down your stomach, he reaches the hem of your bottoms. Looking into your eyes asking for permission, you hesitantly nod at him because of the new experience.

Slipping your bottoms down your legs, he lands between your legs, admiring your pussy like he just found gold. Your legs tighten around his body, but he grabs them, forcing them apart.

“You’re soaking baby,” he tells you before blowing on your slit, making your body shudder. Teasing your entrance with one finger, he spreads your wetness around. Then, he focuses on your clit for the first, “Have you ever made yourself cum?” he curiously asks.

“A few times, but it wasn’t that good.” You answer your body honestly in desperate need to be properly touched.

Rudy smirks at you, “Good, I’ll make you feel real good princess.” Slowly thrusting one finger in, he feels you tense around him. He wraps his mouth around your clit to make the action easier as you relax in his arms, making him thrust into you easier.

“F-uck, that feels good,” you whimper. His other hands knead your breasts, and he playfully flicks your sensitive nipples.

In desperate need of more, “Please Rudy, do more.”

He adds another finger to your center, and your body welcomes him with ease as your wetness allows him to slip in easily. His mouth continues working on your clit; he alternates between kitten licking the bud and furiously licking it to pleasure you further. The addition of his finger and mouth causes an unfamiliar feeling to build up in your stomach.

Rudy keeps a steady rhythm between fingering you and licking your clit as you feel your stomach snap, “F-uck, fuck I’m going to cum,” your screams fill the room.

“Go ahead baby, let me taste you.” Your toes curl as you grip Rudy’s hair when you cum all over Rudy’s fingers and tongue. Your legs shake around his head as he continues lapping up your juices, working you through your orgasm.

“Good job, baby girl.”

A few months later --------------------------------------------

You’ve made it official with Rudy a few months ago, and everything has been going great. He treats you with respect, never pressures you into anything and always takes you on new adventures exploring something new.

Tonight, you finally decided to ask Rudy to take your virginity, you trust him and know that he will never do something that you don’t want.

You bought a red lingerie set a few days ago with the girls, and they teased you all day about it, but they also made sure you were ready and comfortable with everything.

Currently, Rudy is chilling on his bed as you excused yourself to go to the bathroom. Taking off your clothes, you admire how the dark red set compliments your skin, making you feel sexier than usual. Walking out, you stop in front of Rudy’s eyes as his jaw drops from the sight taking in how perfect you look. Standing up, he walks towards you, “Baby, are you trying to kill me, you look so beautiful.” You crash your lips against his appreciating how great he is, making you feel beautiful tonight and every single day of your relationship.

“I’m ready, Rudy,” you whisper. His eyes widen as he steps back to comprehend your request.

Cupping your face, “Are you sure, baby?” You place his hand over your clothed mound, so he feels how much you desire him.

Getting his answer, Rudy takes his clothes off as soon as possible before pushing you onto the bed. Admiring your body one more time, he takes off your lingerie leaving you bare in his arms, “As much as I love this set on your body, I love your naked body even more.”

You palm him through his briefs as your eyes widen from how hard he is and how big he feels under your tiny hands, “Don’t worry, baby, we’ll make it fit.” He winks at you. Your body develops in giggles making you feel no longer tense.

His hand joins yours as he helps you pull his member out. It immediately slaps against his belly button, almost hitting you in the process. Rudy is definitely above average as his cock is defined with veins, his red tip is begging for attention as it drips with pre-cum. Leaning forward, you try to lick his member, but he pulls away before you make contact.

“I want tonight to be about you, we can do this later.” Rudy grabs your waist and puts you underneath him as he hovers over your body. His hands wander all-around, rubbing your breasts, hips, waist, and ass. Brushing his hand over your clit, he feels how wet you are already. Spreading your wetness around, he teases your clit for a little while palming your breasts trying to get you ready as possible. Feeling ready, “Please, Rudy, I need your cock,” you desperately whimper trying to find friction against his thigh. He reaches over to his drawer and grabs a condom with a bottle of lube.

“Can I do it?” You ask, gesturing towards the condom. He eagerly nods his head as you rip the packet open. You pinch the tip and slide it down his length, making sure it’s on right. He looks slightly in shock from your knowledge of condoms.

“I guess those sex-ed classes came in handy,” you tease him slapping his chest playfully. He lubes up the condom, and finally you can feel his member rub against your clit.

“It’s going to hurt a little, are you ready?” Rudy asks you with his sweet eyes. Nodding your head at him, he pushes in, immediately stopping when he sees the discomfort on your face.

“I’m okay, keep going,” you reassure him. He slowly goes inch by inch, stopping for a little when he notices you wince or tense up. After a few minutes, you feel him reach the bottom, making you feel fuller than you have ever been.

Rudy rubs your clit to distract you and ease your pain; he prevents himself from hissing by your constant clenching. Trying to control himself from finishing too early, he rubs your clit faster and kneads your breasts.

“Can I move?” He asks in a shaky tone. Giving him a nod of reassurance, Rudy begins thrusting into you at a desperate pace. His hand never leaves your clit as he wants you to feel pleasure as soon as possible, “Go faster.”

His thrusts move faster than before as you feel the pain turn into pleasure with his thrust until the pain is all gone, and all you can feel is pleasure. Your moans and his grunts are the only sounds escaping your lips as Rudy feels you constantly clench around him, making it impossible to not cum. He lifts one leg over his shoulder, making him hit your g-spot something you have never discovered before. The foreign spot makes your screams the loudest noise in the room as Rudy’s thrusts make your stomach coil up. He speeds up his thrusts and goes at a swift pace, trying to bring you to the edge.

Your legs shake around his body as your juices flow out covering the condom, “F-uck I’m cumming,” you scream, shaking in his arms. His thrusts or his thumb doesn’t leave your clit as you feel him release his load in the condom before dropping on you but not crushing you. Nuzzling his head in the base of your neck, your heavy breathing is the only thing you can clearly understand.

Rudy pulls out discarding the condom before cleaning up and pulling a blanket on the both of you, “Go to sleep, baby,” he mumbles in your ear.

The next morning

You wake up to the sound of laughter, realizing Rudy is no longer sleeping beside you. Grabbing one of his longer t-shirts, you pull it over your naked body grabbing a pair of clean panties as well before walking or more like limping out the door. Your body is still feeling sore from last night as you finally reach the noise.

The cast is all here in their sweats, watching some random show on T.V while drinking a few beers.

“Isn’t it a little early for a beer?” you question, sitting on Rudy’s lap as he welcomes you with open arms.

They laugh at your statement, making your face scrunch up, “Babe, it’s three pm.” Madison giggles as you look at them in disbelief, not noticing the time.

“I guess you had a rough night, huh?” Drew sasses so you blush in Rudy’s arms.

Rudy hugs you from behind, giving you extra support, “Hey, leave her alone; I can’t help it that she’s beautiful and makes me happy.” You give him a quick peck because of his cheesy comment.

The house erupts in groans, and a few vulgar words as your friends adore and are disgusted by your relationship.

#rudy pankow #rudy pankow smut #rudy pankow x you #rudy pankow x reader #rudy pankow x reader smut #obx smut #obx #jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x reader smut #outer banks smut #outer banks imagine #outer banks

1K notes · View notes

blu-joons · 3 years

Text

DATING BTOB HEADCANON A⇴Z ⇴ Seo Eunkwang

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Your affection is the biggest motivation as far as Eunkwang is concerned. He loves to be around and feel your hands resting against somewhere on his body. He basks in your physical contact and how happy it makes his heart.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

It didn’t take long before Eunkwang caught your attention when you started working at Cube, he was loud, and had everyone laughing. So much so, that you were terrified when he approached you and introduced himself properly, nervous that you’d never be able to make him smile as much as he had done with you.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

His confession was the first time you ever saw Eunkwang shy, he usually got on with women, but confessing to one was a different ball game entirely. He stuttered over most of his words as he invited you to dinner one evening, eventually you had to beg him to tell you what was on his mind. When he did, you were shocked to say the least, but quick to tell him how you felt when he began to panic at your silence.

D ⇴ DATES

Eunkwang loves to show his soft side on dates, whilst he’s usually living as a massive joker, dates are important to him to be able to show you that he can be a gentleman and a loving boyfriend too. What you do, very much depends on your mood, some nights he’ll take you to a nice dinner, other nights he’ll take you to a karaoke bar so he can show off those strong pipes that he has. Either way, he always makes sure to treat you well on dates, and never fails to drop you off back at your place without a kiss to finish the date perfectly.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

Whilst he had a little bit of history when it came to dating, it was a long time ago, and Eunkwang was pretty sure he’d forgotten all of the skills that he learnt during that part of his life. He always found himself getting nervous around women and being around you certainly ignited the shivers that he used to feel when he first started dating. However, Eunkwang was comfortable around you, and tried not to let the change in your friendship to a relationship effect how differently he treated you, or your relationship.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

Having spent so many years as a leader, Eunkwang was pretty accustomed to biting his tongue and not letting an argument become something unnecessary. Sometimes it frustrates you more that he’s able to remain so calm and not snap back at you when you say something out of line. Once you’ve finally gotten rid of whatever is on your mind, he’s straight over to comfort you and reassure you. Whilst he’ll often keep what’s on his mind bottled up, he knows you prefer to open up, and if he needs to take a few hits to know that you’ll feel better at the end of it, then he’s more than happy to stand there and take it.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

Eunkwang spoke a lot about his family, so when you finally got the chance to meet them, you already felt as if you knew them well enough. He was close with his family, which certainly put the pressure on for you, but thankfully Eunkwang had hyped you up enough to them to make them fall in love with you too.

H ⇴ HOME

Your company was a big deal to Eunkwang, and it certainly didn’t take long before he was trying to move you into his place. He enjoyed having someone to joke around with, and whilst his friends and family were good company most of the time, having someone around permanently was something that was huge to him.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

The first ‘I love you,’ came from you, when you accidentally beat Eunkwang at a game. He was always confident during your games night, but when you won, he threw the biggest tantrum. You knew there was only one thing that you could say that would get him to stop pouting, and so you finally gave your confession of love.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

He’s very much someone who will remain quiet in his jealousy, he won’t want you to see that someone is getting to him, so instead he’ll keep quiet and try to remain unphased. You know that Eunwakng worries a lot by himself, so you’ll try and pry out his true feelings when the two of you finally get some time alone. Eunkwang is confident and knows that he can usually control a room pretty well, but a small part of him still feels doubtful whenever he spots someone else getting close to you.

K ⇴ KIDS

Eunkwang has had plenty of time for this, as the father figure of the group for many years, and as he’s beginning to get older, he’s more than happy to be open with you about the fact that he’s sees children in his near future. You can definitely see yourself setting down with Eunkwang too, but your patient, trusting that it’s something that will happen for the two of you when you’re ready to settle down.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

If there’s one thing that Eunkwang has brought into your life more than anything else in the world, it’s laughter. He knows he has funny bones, and he knows those bones can always put a smile on your face, even on the worst of days. Whether it’s clowning around, aegyo, or just tickling you in his hold, he somehow always manages to know the perfect way to draw a laugh out of you. His sense of humour is something that you can usually only sit back and admire, you’re not quite sure how he does it, but he does, every single time. Not a day goes by without plenty of laughter when you’re at Eunkwang’s side.

M ⇴ MISSING

Being without you on the road is definitely something that Eunkwang struggles with but is also something that he very much keeps to himself. He doesn’t like for people to worry about him, you or the other boys, and so he’ll keep himself very closed off and try to deal with his feelings all alone. The others can definitely pick up on when he’s missing you, but each time they bring it up, Eunkwang changes the subject or assures them that he’s fine, not wanting to worry them. He does the exact same with you too, all the signs stare you in the face, and yet he’ll still shake his head, refusing to let you worry about him anymore than you need to.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

The nickname of ‘lucky,’ was something that Eunkwang had held onto for yours, and he definitely felt incredibly lucky to have you in his life, realising the true meaning that came with such a special nickname.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He was obsessed with your smile, of course, the only thing he ever wanted to do was make you laugh and try and brighten up your day.

P ⇴ PDA

Whenever the two of you went out, your safety was the number one concern of Eunkwang’s. He always made sure to keep you protected, if he felt like you were safe, then he’d be a little more forward with his affection and allow himself to mess around and tease you a little more, which the fans loved to see.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Somehow, Eunkwang just never seemed able to make up his mind, so he’d ask for your opinion on just about anything. He still wouldn’t be entirely sure, but usually end up following your advice as you tended to know best.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Whenever he went away, Eunkwang always made sure to hold onto the bracelet that you bought him the very first time he went away. You thought it would be something he’d end up losing or breaking, but he did the complete opposite. Eunkwang always made sure to take the best care of it and carry it with him every time he went away so that he had a small part of you with him, even though you were sometimes miles apart.

S ⇴ SEX

He always turned incredibly soft when the two of you were intimate, he’d always try and keep it as a serious and passionate affair, but it didn’t tend to take long before he’d end up cracking a joke and you’d both be breaking into fits of giggles. He just couldn’t himself most of the time, the close proximity between the two of you just brought a smile to his face, which instantly set you off with giggles too.

T ⇴ TEXTS

Just like he often checks up on the members as the leader, Eunkwang will often check in with you too and make sure that you’re doing fine. He worries, and so texts are the confirmation he needs to know that you’re happy.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

Eunkwang was always a bit of a people person but having that one person in his life who he relied on, and who supported him, meant the world to him. He adored having you with him all the time, knowing that you had his back.

V ⇴ VACATION

When he got time off, he didn’t care at all where in the world his holiday ended up taking him, so long as he had you there with him for company. He tended to let you decide, mainly because he usually couldn’t make up his mind, but also as a thank you for sticking by his side during his busy schedule for so long.

W ⇴ WHINING

He craves your attention, and whilst he can be patient for so long, Eunkwang will only wait for a while before he’s whining, letting you know that he wants you.

X ⇴ XXXXX

Every kiss that comes from Eunkwang is always filled with a lot of love for you. Kisses are definitely what makes him the shyest, he can’t help but turn away after he’s kissed your cheek or come up behind you to press a kiss into the crook of your neck. Similarly, whenever you kiss him, it always turns him into a blushed mess, he adores the affection, and how it always makes his heart beat a little faster.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his biggest fan, always there with a laugh to cheer him on.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

At night, Eunkwang always got incredibly cuddly with you. He wasn’t one to fall asleep straight away, he loved to push the boundaries and talk to you before you ended up scolding him usually that you were exhausted.

---

Masterlist

62 notes · View notes

skieswords · 3 years

Text

Sorry For The Wait {Charlie Gillespie x OC}

Summary: Alex is a lowkey youtuber, known for funny vlogs of her just existing. She’s avoided the relationship question for the longest time, but has decided it’s time to come clean to her followers.

Warning: Fluff, swearing, mention of alcohol, and sexual innuendo cause I’m incapable of writing anything without it.

Alex was wandering round the kitchen, in his old shirt and a pair of pyjama shorts that really didn’t cover much. She hummed an undistinguishable melody under her breath as she went about making her morning coffee, dancing to the song in her head. Charlie grinned from his position in the doorframe, leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed as he watched his girlfriend be her usual dorky self. She spun round suddenly, feeling eyes on her. “Oh, morning Char, when did you get back?” Charlie laughed under his breath and uncrossed his arms, stepping towards her and pulling her into his chest. “It’s not exactly morning, is it.” He nodded towards the clock on the oven that read 13.47, sighing when she shrugged and pressed a kiss to his cheek before stepping away to pick up her coffee cup. “It’s my morning.” Charlie rolled his eyes but nodded, helping himself to a banana from the fruit bowl, and leaning against the counter. Alex jumped onto the counter opposite, and swung her legs, sipping happily. Sitting there looking absolutely content, in his clothes and drinking her coffee, Charlie felt his heart swell. “I wanna go public.” He blurted it out, rather unexpectedly, for both parties. His eyes widened as he realised what he’d said, and looked down to his boots, still caked with mud from that morning’s not so sunny hike. “Didn’t we agree you’d stop wearing boots in the house? You hate vaccuming.” She jumped off the counter and made her way towards him, wrapping her arms around him and setting her coffee down on the countertop, resting her chin on his chest. He looked down at her with a soft smile, her blue eyes bearing into his hazel ones. “If you’re up for it, I’m down.” She smiled up at him, her voice soft and slightly excited. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and let his hand wrap around her waist, fingers drawing light patterns on her spine. “Yes please. I want everyone to know you’re mine.” Alex grinned and kissed along his jaw, until pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. “Okay. When?” She broke away from him and unwrapped some toaster waffles, pushing down the button on the toaster before making her way back into his arms. “Today. Fuck it, let’s do it now.” She raised her eyebrows at him, and fiddled with his chain nervously. “Have you checked with Kenny? Didn’t he say-” Charlie sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Uh, Kenny gave me the all clear like 2 months ago. I just wasn’t sure if you were okay with it.” Alex rolled her eyes, and patted his head jokingly, stretching like a cat and moaning happily when her back cracked loudly. “Of course I am. Dude do you know how many videos I’ve got planned for when people know about us?” Charlie laughed and stood up properly, kicking his shoes off and frowning slightly at the mud that scattered the floor as he did. “Great, let’s get them all filmed. Go get changed though, I’m not taking you on live in them.” He indicated her shorts, reaching a hand round to grab her ass. “Hey, they’re not that bad.” Charlie raised his eyebrows at her, and pointed to the doorway. “Fine. But I’m not wearing a bra and you can’t make me.” He rolled his eyes and smirked, pulling his phone out and walking through to the living room, stopping outside their bedroom door and watching as she pulled her shorts down. He bit his lip and caught her eye, shooting her a wink, before settling onto the sofa, setting his phone up on the tripod.

“Hellooo, people. Okay, so I’ll just let some people file in. Sheesh, how many of you are there? That’s like 4000 already and it’s been like 10 seconds. Okay just a few more... Great. Hi everyone, uh, this is just a quick one to answer a question a lot of people have been asking me since the show came out. Before I do, I just want to say you guys know how much I love you, and how grateful I am for all the support, but I really need you guys to respect me with this. It’s something I’ve wanted to do for a long time, and I’ve only held off because I was waiting for someone to agree.”

From behind the camera, Alex emerged from their bedroom, her hair freed from it’s bun and falling around her shoulders as she fidgeted. She was nervous, having only been in front of an online audience of a couple thousand before, and she’d never been exposed to Charlie’s followers. They read the comments on his posts together sometimes, and she often stalked fan pages when she was bored and he was out hiking. The girls were crazy about him. Understandably of course, the man was gorgeous, and talented, and funny, and a million other things that had indeed made her fall in love with him in the first place. Kenny had asked that cast members (besides Jeremy, who already had a very public fiancée) to keep any relationships on the downlow, in order to keep the guys sex appeal up to fans. Alex had agreed, knowing it would help the show sell, and had deleted the few posts of Charlie on her instagram profile. None of them really made it look like they were in a relationship, and they were mostly group shots anyway, taken on day trips to Newfoundland, or on the beach with other friends. So her own followers, besides her close friends and family, had no idea she was even in a relationship. Still, it wasn’t fair to tease his fans, so she’d removed the posts all the same. Thinking of her instagram, she pulled her own phone out and took a picture of herself in the living room mirror with her tongue out, captioning it ‘head over to @charles_gillespie for an exciting announcement!’ before leaving her phone on the sidetable and grabbing her coffee from the kitchen.

“Okay, so we’ve waited like 3 years or something to do this. Guys, this is Alex. My girlfriend.” Alex walked into the frame and took a seat next to Charlie, avoiding eye contact with the camera. She wasn’t camera shy- she was a youtuber, it was second nature to her. But a bunch of batshit crazy fangirls? Terrifying. Charlie slipped an arm around her shoulders and made a show of bringing their heads together, plastering a silly grin on his face. His smile was infectious, and Alex mirrored it, sipping her coffee carefully before setting it down next to wear Charlie’s foot sat on the coffee table. “Knock that over and I’m kicking you out.” He laughed and kissed her hair, leaning forward to read the comments.

“OMG, it’s @alexmvlogsz!”

“I knew it, there are old photos of the two of them everywhere.”

“It won’t be serious, they’ve probs only just got together.”

“She’s defo with him for the fame.”

“He’s too hot for her.”

“I’m so here for this!”

Alex noticed Charlie’s frown and leant forward, reading them over his shoulder. “Ha, you guys are funny. Yes, hi it’s me, Alex. Yes, there are a lot of photos of us going around. Yuh okay you’re wrong, been together for like 4 years now I think? Also, we started dating while I had more followers than Charlie. So, uh go follow me because I’m cooler than him. Oh you are so right, he’s way too hot for me. And we are also here for this!” Charlie looked at her with an adoring smile, kissing her head again and pulling her into his side. “She’s hotter than me, actually. Anyways, this is Alex, love of my life. Just thought I’d share that with you guys.” Alex waved and laughed as a storm of comments came through, a combination of support and hate. “Okay, I’m gonna end it there. Bye y’all.” Charlie clicked the end button and collapsed back onto the sofa, frowning slightly. “People are so mean. Why can’t they just accept that I love you?” Alex shrugged and kissed him, moving to straddle his lap. “They will in time. But half of them are in love with you, they don’t want to accept it. It’s fine though, I’m used to it, don’t worry.” Charlie grumbled under his breath, leaning forward to rest his head against her chest. “Hey, while their all still on their phones, do me a favour and put a question box on your story for a Q&A video?” Charlie nodded and grabbed his phone from behind her, keeping one hand on her back so she didn’t fall. Alex yelped as he stood up, automatically wrapping her legs round his waist, and her arms round his neck. “What the fuck Charlie?” He laughed and wandered over to the same mirror Alex had taken her selfie in a few minutes earlier, holding up his phone and taking a photo of them. “For the story. I can post photos of you now, thank god.” Alex held on, resting her head on his shoulder as he typed behind her back, before tossing his phone onto the sofa and grinning at her. She raised her head and looked at him with her eyebrows raised. “Are you going to put me down now?” Charlie shook his head and walked towards the bathroom, arms wrapped around her. “I need a shower, and you’re joining me. “ Alex laughed but let him carry her, kissing along his jawline with a happy smile.

*****

Hair soaking wet and faces flushed, they collapsed into bed side by side, Alex resting her head on Charlie’s chest. “I have an idea.” Charlie looked down at her, and ran his fingers through the damp strands of hair. “We should call Owen over. We’ll do a Q and A, but he has to read out the questions, and if we try to answer wrong or something, he can reveal the truth. Plus he can throw in his opinions, and it’ll be funny.” Charlie laughed softly, and nodded, reaching over to his nightstand to grab his phone. He clicked on Owen’s contact, and facetimed him, pulling the duvet up to cover Alex just in time. “I didn’t mean ask him right now. But okay.” Owen picked up, and grinned into the camera as he saw Charlie. “Hey, I’m just heading out to do some stuff but I can speak to you in the car. What’s up?” Charlie didn’t speak, simply angling the camera so that Owen could see them both, Alex’s red cheeks standing out against the white of the duvet cover pulled up to her shoulders. His face fell when he took in her appearance, groaning and pulling his hat over his face. “Look, Charlie, I love you, and I tolerate you Alex, but I saw enough of this in Vancouver. Seriously man, she has no clothes on.” Charlie nodded, and smirked. “Yuh, and she’s staying like that for the rest of the day. Anway, she wants to talk to you.” He handed the phone to Alex and sat up, reaching over to grab Alex’s phone from the charger. Owen rolled his eyes and sat Alex on his car stand, turning the keys in the ignition, and starting to drive. Alex made sure the sheet was tucked tightly under her arms, before moving out of Charlie’s grip, and leaning against the headboard. “Okay, so I was thinking.” Owen grunted in response and raised his eyebrows, avoiding looking at her. “Never a good thing. Just saying, if you flash me it’s not my fault, and manchild over there can’t get mad.” Charlie stuck his middle finger up at Owen, not looking up from Alex’s phone, which he was spamming with selfies. “Yeah, whatever. Anyway. I was thinking, Charlie just told all his followers we’re together- just incase you didn’t notice- and I want to do a Q & A on my channel. I think it’ll be even funnier if you ‘host’ it, and you can throw in random stories and opinions and whatever? You know us better than anyone,” Owen laughed bitterly and leaned forward, looking out his window. “Yeah, unfortunately. God, I was so happy when you went home. Okay, so when do you want to film this?” Alex looked over at Charlie and smiled seeing him scrolling through her instagram feed. “I don’t mind, when you next free?” Owen shrugged, and the familiar ticking of an indicator came through the phone. “As long as you two are fully clothed, I’ll come over on Wednesday? I have to come to LA to meet some people anyway, we can grab dinner after?” Alex nodded and watched as Charlie set her phone down, and slid down the bed, resting his head on her stomach. She ran her free hand through his hair, smiling as his eyes closed at the sensation. “Yeah that works. I’ll see if Sav wants to come too. Okay, I’ll see you then.” Owen nodded and waved at her, smiling as she flipped the camera to show Charlie. “He’s such a baby. Okay, you two go do whatever you two do. I’ll catch you later.” Charlie flipped him off once more, not lifting his head from where it rested, and Alex hung up. “You want a nap?” Charlie groaned slightly, indicating yes. “Cool, me too. Let me get the blinds.” Charlie sat up with an incredulous expression. “You woke up like an hour and a half ago woman, how are you tired already?” Alex looked at him with raised eyebrows and pulled a shirt out of their wardrobe. His shirt, to be clear. He watched as she dragged it over her head and flipped the blinds so that the room was darker, and held his arms out to her as she climbed back into their king sized bed, cuddling into his warm chest as they passed out for a couple of hours.

*******

“Hey guys! Most of you will already know, because we announced it a few days ago, but for those of you who don’t, today I’m introducing you to my boyfriend properly! The incredibly hot Charlie Gillespie.” Charlie waved awkwardly to the camera from his spot on the sofa, looking to Alex who was on the other side, almost 2 feet of space between them. “We figured we’d do a Q and A, so you guys sent in some questions, and well, we’re gonna answer them. Also, we have another special guest with us.” Owen appeared, and sat in between them, grinning at the camera. “Wouldn’t be a show without me. Okay so basically these two are disgustingly in love, and have been for a disgusting amount of time. Alex is using me for clout, and now you’re going to find out all of the gory details about their relationship.” Alex smacked him gently and handed him Charlie’s phone, the question response boxes all ready to read. “Okay, first question.

How long have you guys known eachother, and how did you meet? Owen looked between them, and pointed to Charlie. “I want to hear him get this wrong.” Charlie rolled his eyes and leaned forward, looking at Alex, who nodded. “Okay. We met nearly 4 years ago, when Alex moved over here for college. I was in LA that weekend, and I bumped into her in the street. We got to talking, and I ended up taking her out that night. That was pretty much it if I’m honest, nothing that exciting.” Alex scoffed and flipped her hair behind her shoulders. “Not quite. I took him out, and he fangirled the whole time. His sister had watched a few of my youtube videos, and he- and I quote- thought I was really pretty.” Charlie stuck his tongue out at her, and Owen groaned, resting his head in his hands. “We’re only one question in and I’m already sick of the both of you. Okay, next question.”

Do you guys live together, and if so where? Alex raised her eyebrows and laughed. “Most of the time we live together, yes. This is my apartment in LA, and I’d say we’re here at least 8 months of the year. But at christmas we go to New Brunswick to see Char’s family, and we go visit my family in thesummer. And sometimes I’m in New Zealand, and he’ll go on holiday with his boyfriend here.” Owen grinned and held Charlie’s hand, resting his head on his friends shoulder. Charlie leaned into him, making them appear like a very loved up couple. “Yeah, so we live together most of the time, apart from when we’re visiting friends or family, or if he’s working.” Charlie nodded and looked to Owen, who continued scrolling through boxes. “Oh my god some of these are dodgy. Jesus, look at this one!” He showed it to Alex, who burst out laughing. “Okay, I’m answering that but we’re not reading out the actual question.” She climbed to her feet and turned side on to the camera, smoothing out her t-shirt against her chest, giving a decent view of her side profile. “Whoever asked what kind of man Charlie is, I’ll let you figure that one out for yourself. He doesn’t get a choice in the matter- I only have one of the above.” Charlie read the question over Owen’s shoulder, before frowning and reaching out for Alex, pulling her onto his knee. “Shut up, you’re perfect and I love every bit of you.” He started peppering her face with kisses, laughing alongside her. Owen jumped to the other side of the sofa, grimacing. “Disgusting. Okay, next question. Ooh, this one’s juicy.”

Alex, do you and Madison get along, and have you ever been jealous of her relationship with Charlie? Owen made a show of trying not to laugh, and Alex rolled her eyes. “Mads is like a little sister to me. We get on really well, and her and Charlie’s relationship is best friends, nothing more. I mean, to be fair I’d totally adopt her if I could. Having her living with me would me pretty cool.” Charlie frowned and shook his head. “No. I’m not living with the both of you. You’d never stop singing.” Alex nodded happily. “And the only thing I’m jealous of her for is she doesn’t have to live with him. Or share a kitchen with him.” Charlie flicked her in the side of the head, kissing the afflicted area shortly after, while Owen nodded in agreement. “That brings us nicely on to the next one.”

Who’s got the worst eating habits? Owen rubbed the back of his neck and looked straight at the camera. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this. Alex is worse than Charlie, folks. And you’ve seen how he eats.” Charlie pushed Alex off him and jumped up, pointing his fingers at her as he danced around in front of the camera. Alex’s jaw dropped, and she leant forward, pointing at Charlie accusingly. “He eats eggs with peanut butter. Do you know how gross that is?” Charlie grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles, sinking back into his seat. “You eat ham, and peanut butter. You can’t talk.” Alex groaned and flipped him off behind Owen’s head. “Fine, what’s the next one?” Owen grinned and scrolled a bit, laughing out loud before putting the phone facedown.

Who’s most likely to get jealous? He smirked at the camera, and shared a look with Alex, who was grinning. They turned back to the camera and spoke simultaneously. “Charlie.” At his name, he groaned and grabbed a pillow, smothering his face with it. “Very much Charlie. Do you want to hear something funny? Of course you do. Owen, I’ll let you take this one.” Alex sat back, smiling smugly, while Charlie looked at her with pure betrayal written all over his face. “While we were in Vancouver last year, filming for the show, Alex here, came to stay with us for 2 months. This was the first time I’d met her, besides a few facetime calls. We got on really well, and hung out a lot on and off set, while I wasn’t filming. Our lovely Charlie, decided he was going to absolutely freak out about this, and started a fight in the middle of the freaking lot, in front of the entire cast and crew, because he thought I was after Alex.” Charlie groaned from behind the pillow, and Alex laughed. “He thought Owen was flirting with me, and yelled at him for a straight 7 minutes, while we just kinda stood there and looked at each other. I felt so bad, I took Charlie home that night and sat with him for like 3 hours, and then I took them both out for dinner the next night. It was weird.” Owen snorted and rubbed his forehead. “You did not just sit with him. I shared an apartment with you, I was in the next room.” Alex punched his arm, and leaned over to ruffle Charlie’s hair. “He’s just protective, you should see him when we go out together, he literally refuses to leave my side.” Owen nodded and smiled at Charlie’s flushed face. “He’s stupid protective of her. One of the crew members actually did flirt with her. We’re lucky the guy’s still alive.” Charlie rolled his eyes at them both and held his hands up. “I had to compete with an entire college full of guys to keep her. And I have 3 brothers. I’m used to fighting for what’s mine.” Alex smiled and stood up, pushing Owen into her spot and sitting beside him, taking Charlie’s hand. “Yeah, what he said. Next question Owen?” Owen shook his head and scrolled once more, raising his eyebrows occasionally. “Okay, this should be easy.”

Who’s the most annoying to live with? Charlie and Alex both immediately pointed to her, and Owen nodded his head. “Even just while we were in Vancouver, this girl drove me up the wall. I don’t know how Charlie does it.” Charlie smirked and rubbed his jaw. “He gets well compensated for his troubles.” Charlie shrugged and nodded, laughing at Owen’s expression. “She’s incapable of showering without leaving the entire bathroom flooded, she never does the laundry unless I phone her four times and ask her to do it, she has never touched the vaccum in her life, and the bed only gets made when she’s not living here. Not to mention she’s the messiest person in the world, and our room is literally carpeted with her- actually wait no, MY clothes, because she never wears her own stuff. Exhibit A.” Alex stood up and spun around, showing off her outfit of Charlie’s t-shirt and a pair of jeans. “He loves me for it though.” She dropped back onto the sofa, smiling as she felt Charlie’s arm slip around her waist and pull her in to his side. “Let’s do some nice ones.”

Are you guys morning people? All three of them laughed, and Alex buried her face in Charlie’s chest. “Owen, is like a late morning early afternoon person. I’m always up before 9, I like doing stuff in the mornings. I sleep in on Saturdays sometimes, or I’ll stay in bed and watch a movie with Alex. But Alex doesn’t get up unless she absolutely has to. Today she got up at like 1230 I think? And that’s early for her, and it was only after a lot of persuasion.” Alex bit her lip, remembering the persuasion Charlie had used that morning, and feeling a familiar heat take over her face. Owen pulled a face, also knowing what he meant, and gagged. “Disgusting. But yeah, I’ll second that. When she lived with us, we’d go home for lunch sometimes, or we’d have a halfday, and she’d still be sleeping. Like Charlie would go in and get her at like 4pm. And she’d wake up and go get coffee. At 4pm.” Charlie nodded, and Alex sighed, sitting up and brushing her hair out of her face. “In my defense, I’m normally up pretty late. I work best at night, and I can never fall asleep before like 3 or 4am.” She shrugged, and leant on Charlie, who was blushing ever so slightly. “We know, Alex, we know. Let me give you a piece of advice, folks. See if your best mate’s girlfriend comes to stay, after 2 months of being apart? Stay away from the apartment for at least 3 days. Maybe a week. Move out if you can. They kept me up, Every. Freaking. Night. I don’t know how Charlie was able to function at 5.30 in the morning, considering he could’ve gotten like maximum an hour of sleep. He was on vocal rest for a reason.” Owen raised his eyebrows at the camera, and Alex hid her face, while Charlie puffed out his cheeks and looked around, avoiding the camera. “Moving swiftly on, what’s the next question Owen?” The blonde grinned and scrolled once more, chuckling under his breath.

What’s your guys favourite thing to do together? Owen looked at them dubiously as Alex clapped her hands, and Charlie grinned. “Besides that.” Charlie rolled his eyes and reached over to clip Owen over the ear, and Alex ducked as they play fought over the top of her. Finally breaking apart, Charlie straightened his shirt and resumed his hold on Alex. “It’s between travelling and playing. With Alex’s family in the UK, and mine in Canada, we fly around quite a lot. Besides, we both love seeing new places, and we have friends all over the place.” Alex nodded and smiled excitedly. “I can’t wait, we’re going to see Mads for her 17th birthday next week- she doesnt’t know, but I won’t post this until we’re there, so it’ll be fine. And we went to visit my dad in New Zealand last month- that was fun. We went to Hawaii, of course, with Jer and that. That was incredible.” Charlie nodded, watching with an adoring expression as his girlfriend’s face lit up, while she spoke about the places she loved so much. “Hawaii was awesome, but I gotta say, going to the UK is like wow. It’s so different over there.” Alex looked at her feet shyly, nodding slightly. “For sure, and my friends are uh, very different from our friends here.” Charlie raised his eyebrows in agreement, feeling Alex’s grip on his hand get a little tighter. “But yeah, besides travelling it’s got to be playing together. We sing together all the time, I’m pretty sure our neighbours hate us.” Alex brightened up and laughed, nodding eagerly. “Honestly, most of the time that’s what we’re doing at like 1am. I’ll get a song stuck in my head and force Charlie to play it for me. He’s so much better at guitar than I am.” Charlie shook his head and held a hand out in excitement. “Nah, see when I tell you this girl can sing, oh my GAWD. There’s a reason I fell in love with her. And she plays piano, and guitar, although I am still teaching her that. And violin!! How cool is that? She’s teaching me. So yeah, our neighbours hate us.” Owen smiled as he watched his best friends talk about each other, the love between them so obvious and real. “Okay, we’ll do like two or three more.”

Who takes longer to get ready in the morning? Instantly pointing at each other, Owen laughed, and pointed to Charlie. “100% this man. She just throws her hair up and puts on whatever he wore the day before. This man has a full haircare routine, every fricking morning. Like seriously, it’s just hair!” Alex nodded in agreement, running her hands through Charlie’s hair. “It is very nice hair though. Nah for sure, Charlie takes longer to get ready first thing, but when we’re going out, it’s me. Like out out, I mean. I’m so indecisive. In Vancouver Savannah literally nearly stabbed me cause I was taking so long.” Charlie grinned and nodded, Owen mirroring his actions. “Never ask her to go out unless you have at least 4 hours to kill. 3 hours for her to be indecisive, and then another for her to be late.” Alex grinned and tilted her head to the side. “Girls, am I right? HA. I’m funny. Okay, moving on.”

Who’s most fun on a night out? Charlie and Owen pointed to Alex simultaneously, who just shrugged and nodded. “I was raised in Scotland, so when I drink, I drink hard. Nobody could keep up with me when we went out in Vancouver. Seriously, Charlie tried and we nearly had to take him to the ER.” Charlie scoffed at this, but the blush spreading up his neck said all that needed to be said. Owen laughed at the memory, and set the phone down. “No really, it was so funny. This tiny 5′5 girl knocking back vodka like it’s water, and Charlie’s trying not to throw up in the corner after like 2. This girl’s liver is deceased.” Alex grinned and kicked her feet up on the table proudly. “Proud drinker since I was 13. Shit, this is going on the internet. Okay, forget I said that. Owen?” Owen reached out and grabbed the phone, scrolling through again.

Do you have any tattoos? Owen rolled up his sleeve and showed off the ghost drummer on his forearm, and Charlie stood up next to him, placing their ghostly characters next to each other. They pulled their shirt sleeves down, and looked to Alex, who groaned and stood up. “I have a few, but they’re pretty small.” She came up close to the camera, followed by Charlie, who helped her pull the collar of her shirt down, and swept her hair away from the nape of her neck, revealing the small outline of a triangle at the top of her spine. “I’ve got that, and then-” She pulled her top up, and showed a single word written on her ribcage, in gaelic. ‘teine’. “It says fire, in scottish gaelic. And this one.” She held her hand up to the camera, showing a daffodil on the inside of her middle finger on her right hand. “And then I have another one on my leg, but obviously can’t show that.” She settled back onto the sofa, smacking Charlie when he laughed. “It’s hardly on her leg. It’s like-” She held a hand over his mouth and smiled at Owen, asking silently for the next question. “Oh wow, okay I like this one.”

Alex, how do you get along with the JATP cast, and who’s your favourite? Owen looked at Alex expectantly, who just rolled her eyes and crossed her legs. “I love them, so much. While Char was away I was constantly on the phone, and they’d just pass me around depending on who was filming. A lot of it was because Charlie was afraid I’d get lonely, but also because he was so busy that he could only grab a couple of minutes to speak to me every now and again. While I was in Vancouver, me and Owen definitely spent a lot of time together, and he showed me round the city while Charlie and Mads were doing perfect harmony shoots and stuff, which was an experience and a half. Note to self, Owen is incredibly competitive at arcade games.” Alex slipped her hand into Charlie’s as she spoke about her time with Owen, knowing he’d probably start overthinking it. “But Mads and I got super close. Like everytime the boys were filming we’d go to craft services and eat our weight in brownies. We made them a lot too, in the apartment. We literally facetime everyday. And Savannah too, oh my god I love that girl so much. She’s like my best friend. I wouldn’t have made it over there without her, she literally picked me up from the airport when someone forgot I was coming.” Charlie held his hands up in defense, and Alex rolled her eyes. “He didn’t forget I was coming, he just ‘lost track of time’. But honestly, I can’t pick a favourite, they’re like family to me.” She smiled at Owen, and leaned back against Charlie, meaning every word. “Aw. How cute. I’m the favourite. Next question. Oh wow, this is a biggie.”

Charlie, are you going to propose? Alex’s eyes widened, and she coughed, turning to look at Charlie. “Good question. It’s nearly four years. Where’s the ring, Charlieboy?” Charlie chuckled and ran a hand through his hair, leaning back against the sofa. “Got a while yet, got to train her up a bit better first.” Alex punched him in the arm, and he winced, rubbing it and glaring at her. “I’m joking, obviously. She’s only just 21, so we’re gonna wait a bit- but yes, I will. One day. If she doesn’t kill me with her cooking first.” Owen raised his eyebrows and brought a leg up underneath him, scrolling through the questions. Alex looked at Charlie with a pout, crossing her arms and moving away from him. “Oh my god, you’re such a child. Yes, I’m going to propose, just not now and not anytime soon! Yikes.” Alex grinned and kissed his cheek, waiting for the next question. “Right, we’ll make this the last one?” Alex and Charlie nodded, Alex tucking her legs up to her chest as she leaned back against Charlie, her head resting on his arm, which was thrown across the back of the couch.

What’s your favourite thing about each other? Alex smirked and looked Charlie up and down, winking at the camera. Charlie did something similar, his arm moving down the sofa and grabbing at her hip, making his intentions more than clear. Owen gagged, and spun round, holding his forehead in his hands and shaking his head. “Joking. I love Charlie’s passion. He gets so invested in the things he loves, and watching him speak about stuff he’s genuinely interested in and excited for is the cutest thing in the world. He gets these like sparkles in his eye, and he jumps up and down and god it’s adorable. I also like his abs. They are, in a word exquisite. Not to mention his arms.” Charlie rolled his eyes, but pressed a loving kiss to her temple. “I love how talented Alex is. There’s not really anything she can’t do. Literally, she’s musical, athletic, and she’s like stupid smart. She has a degree. From college. Like woah. And I also love when she gets super excited about something, or when she gets like really emotional- not sad, just when she’s feeling something really intensely, she starts like bouncing up and down in her seat, and clapping her hands or shaking them really fasr. It’s literally like the most adorable thing ever. And her ass. It’s pretty cool too.” Owen coughed and held a hand up. “Right well, there’s one thing she can’t do. She can’t dance. Like at all. It’s quite funny.” Charlie nodded, as did Alex. “Dancing, definitely not my forte. Also, when he says athletic, he means I played field hockey in high school and college. The most exercise I get now is when he’s hor-” Owen stood up quickly, and Charlie covered her mouth with his hand. “Okay, that’s all for this video! Hope you guys are suitably grossed out. Thanks for watching, goodbye!!!”

Owen turned off the camera, and Alex grinned before turning to Charlie, connecting her lips with his in a soft kiss. Finally being allowed to talk about her relationship was a major relief, after having to hide it for so long. “Gross, can you wait til I’m gone at least?” Alex rolled her eyes and flipped him off, climbing off the sofa. “No, cause we’re going out for dinner. Can you call Sav, baby? Let her know we’ll be like an hour?” Charlie nodded, watching her with a dazed smile as she wandered into their bedroom, already tying her long hair up out of the way for a hard session of outfit searching. “You’re in so deep with that one, man.” Owen looked at Charlie knowingly, who just shrugged and continued to smile. “What can I say. She’s the one.” Owen shook his head and rolled his eyes, but he was smiling, happy that another one of his best friends had found real love. Charlie scrolled through the contacts on Alex’s phone, clicking on Savannah’s name and raising the phone to his ear. He jumped when she picked up, holding the phone at arm’s length. “Oh my god, Sav it’s me, not Alex. She said to tell you we’re going out in a couple of hours, and to be ready to go for 7. That cool?” Savannah spoke rapidly on the other side of the line, agreeing and squealing with excitement when she heard Owen would be there. “I’ve missed you guys! Okay, see you soon!” Charlie hung up and set his girlfriend’s phone down, reaching for the remote, and turning on the TV. “Wanna watch the NHL?” Owen nodded, kicking his feet up on the coffee table, and looking at the clock on the wall. It was only half three.

#charliegillespieimagine #charliegillespie #charlie gillespie fic #charlesgillespie #charliegillespiesmut #jatpimagine #jatpcast #jatpimagines #jatpluke #jatpsmut #jatp #lukepattersonsmut #luke patterson imagine #lukepatterson #luke julie and the phantoms #julieandthephantomssmut #julie and the himbos #julieandthephantoms #julieandthephantomscast

84 notes · View notes

jungjaehyunnies · 3 years

Text

broken promises; j.jh

☆ summary: nobody ever told you that falling out of love was just as easy as falling in love. ☆ genre: fluff, angst, slight smut ☆ warnings: mentions of alcohol, swearing, sex ☆ word count: 3.3k+ ☆ note: happy birthday to my favourite person in the world c: this is also my first nct fic :o <333

The first time you recalled feeling your heart jumping out of your ribcage was the fourth time you met him.

You and Jaehyun only ever interacted through Mark, your high school acquaintance turned closest college friend and Jaehyun’s basketball teammate. With conversations limited to polite nods and smiles and small talk before one of you would walk away to class, he rarely crossed your mind.

That was, until you’d stayed out late studying in the library one night and came across Mark and Jaehyun practicing at the basketball court halfway to your dorm. And Jaehyun was sweaty… but hot and sleeveless. And when Mark convinced you to stay back an extra twenty minutes for them to finish up so that you wouldn’t need to walk across the dark campus alone, you’d perhaps spent too much ogling at how his biceps flexed with each movement he made, whether he was attempting to shoot or defending himself.

You couldn’t quite remember how Mark had been able to convince you to join him in a small match against Jaehyun (two vs. one because he had the height advantage amongst you three); it was something to do with Jaehyun apparently being a competitive asshole who absolutely needed to prove that he was better than both you and Mark playing together.

Oh yeah, he was definitely competitive, you realised within thirty seconds when you were bulldozed onto the ground by a heavy weight and you fell straight onto your ass, pain shooting up your spine.

You fell just a little bit in love when he held your hand to pull you back up to your feet, with soft, apologetic eyes that seemed to pierce through your soul and a promise to make it (‘it’ being your bruised tailbone) up to you some time within the next week or so.

The next time it happened was when he held true to his promise and took you to a twenty-four hour coffee shop just outside of campus, purchasing you the biggest cup of coffee they offered as well as a slice of strawberry cheesecake and keeping you company for seven hours.

Exam season was around the corner, and you were both stressed. You were ready to pull your hair out. Studying had become a chore, but you just needed to manage for another two weeks.

Jaehyun didn’t seem to mind though. He picked up on your small signs and studied quietly with you, only taking the occasional break to ask if you wanted some more cake or coffee, or to make small talk and discuss briefly about your classes. Neither of you took the same classes, but you took comfort in the fact that you both tried to help each other where possible.

By the time it was past midnight, you could tell he was tired of studying. You didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered constantly around the café, how he started dozing off every few minutes before blinking his eyes open, and how his handwriting had become sloppier with each line.

Despite that, he kept you company and walked you back to your dorm.

“You really didn’t need to walk me back,” you said. Although you were very grateful he had done so, you felt guilty for taking up his time when he was clearly ready to knock out. “I feel bad now though, do you live close by, at least?”

“It’s fine,” Jaehyun responded, lips pressed into a cute, closed-mouth smile that made you want to squish his peachy cheeks. His ears were tinted red, he glanced at you shyly and admitted, “I actually live in the dorm near the café. Same building as Mark.”

That was a twenty-minute walk back.

“But, really, I don’t mind,” he insisted. “This was nice. We should meet up again after exams are over.”

With the promise to meet up again without the need to study, he engulfed you in a hug that filled you with so much warmth, you were sure you’d stopped breathing.

The third time you experienced that feeling, you were both half-drunk at an end-of-exams party.

You may have been half-drunk but you were sober enough to be dragging Mark back to his dorm together. You and Jaehyun had wrapped your arms around the dead weight between the two of you that was struggling to walk in a straight line and ready to pass out.

You groaned as Mark’s knees wobbled and threatened to give out under him.

“I told him to eat dinner properly before the party but he never listens to me,” Jaehyun grumbled, heaving more of Mark’s weight onto his shoulder to relieve you of the pressure. “Fucking dumbass.”

With a huff, you complained right back at Jaehyun, “If you took it easier on us during beer pong, he wouldn’t be dying like this.”

Jaehyun was unbelievably talented at beer pong and had looked way too unbelievably attractive across the table when you three had been playing. It was unfair.

“It’s not my fault you guys suck,” he pouted in response. “Besides, Johnny was the one who made him chug two bottles of soju in a row after beer pong.”

You sighed in defeat. He was right. You’d all lost count of how much Mark had to drink, who was way too desperate and excited to let loose after the stress of exams.

Getting Mark’s keys out of his pockets and into bed took a lot of grumbling, dry heaving and whining before your friend finally knocked out. You watched through tired eyelids that threatened to close shut as Jaehyun placed a few pills and a bottle of water by Mark’s bedside.

He was a sweet friend, and your drunken mind couldn’t help but wonder what he’d be like taking care of someone more than a friend.

“He’s going to feel like shit tomorrow,” Jaehyun spoke softly, as the two of you walked out of Mark’s dorm and closed the door behind him. “And uh…” he trailed off.

“Hm?”

“I don’t want to sound too forward, but you can stay at mine tonight if you want,” he said, all in one breath, words slurring together from the rush. It took you a few seconds to process what he had just said, and when you looked up at him, his ears were tinted pink again.

Cute.

“Only because it’s past two now,” Jaehyun reasoned, “And you look so tired and it’s not safe for you to walk back alone in the dark right now.”

You were hesitant, but ready to take the offer. You were indeed very exhausted, your feet hurt from walking and dancing around in heels all night, and the alcohol (and also dragging Mark here) was draining all the energy out of you.

But… spending the night in Jaehyun’s dorm? Even half-drunk, you knew that was possibly not the best idea.

Gnawing at your bottom lip nervously, you said, “I don’t want to impose though.”

Jaehyun shook his head. “You won’t be,” he responded before offering you a cheeky grin. “Besides, we can wake up Mark tomorrow and make him buy us breakfast for dragging his ass home tonight.”

A giggle escaped from you as you agreed, looking forward to the nagging and teasing you would put Mark through tomorrow morning.

It took a lot of arguing between Jaehyun (who insisted on sleeping on the couch) and yourself (who felt too guilty to allow him to do that after he offered you his shower and clean clothes), before you both settled on his mattress. You promised him that you would pay for his next meal and coffee for letting you stay over for the night.

Just before you dosed off, you felt Jaehyun’s fingers thread through your hair delicately and heard him murmur, “You’re so gorgeous.”

Each time you ended up meeting up with Jaehyun, you found that the two of you continually made promises before each farewell to pay the other back. Walks back to your dorm slowly progressed into lingering touches and attending every one of his basketball games, which then became pet names and stolen kisses between classes and during study dates over the months.

One night, he dragged you to the amusement park a half hour away from campus, promising to win you all the plushies you wanted. His fingers stayed intertwined with yours for the whole night, thumb rubbing circles over the back of your hand whenever you got the slightest bit nervous over a thrilling ride.

You tried not to express your disappointment when he eventually let go of your hand so that he could hold an ice cream cone in one hand and a giant sloth plushie in his other arm. Your disappointment didn’t last long, though, when you eventually found yourself in a small gondola of a ferris wheel that hovered over the pretty night lights, cuddled up in his arms.

“Can I try some of yours?” Jaehyun asked, referring to your half-eaten cookie dough ice cream.

When you nodded absentmindedly and lifted your waffle cone up, you didn’t expect for Jaehyun to press his lips against yours. It took all your self-control to not let go of your cone and to thread your fingers through his fluffy hair as you melted against him.

Just as you were ready to press up closer to him, the cheeky bastard pulled away. Before you could blink, he’d taken a massive bite out of your cone with a grin and said, “Mmmm, yummy.”

“Jae!” you gasped in disbelief. About half the remaining of your cone was gone.

Jaehyun giggled, showing off his dimples, and pecked your lips softly.

“I’ll buy you a whole tub tomorrow, I promise,” he murmured, making it up to you, his nose nudging your cheek. “Happy birthday, baby.”

For someone who had a cute, peachy, dimply face, your boyfriend sure had a body that screamed quite the opposite, and it was still mildly surprising to you after all this time together.

“Mmm, I love you,” Jaehyun murmured, soft lips pressed up against your neck and his hips pressed right up against yours.

A gentle pull at his hair elicited a delightful groan from him as you muttered, “You’re only saying that because your dick is in me right now.”

“Say it back,” he whined in response, the movements of his hips coming to a halt as he tickled your waist. God, he was so needy, but you weren’t going to complain because you secretly loved it. Just not when you were just about to experience a mindblowing orgasm.

You squirmed under his grip, laughing but refusing to give in. “Baaabeeee,” he drawled, “Say you love me back.”

“Maybe I will after you fuck me and make me cum,” you said and wiggled your hips, “Or I’m never saying it back.”

Jaehyun gripped your thigh, lifting your leg around his strong back and you bit back a moan from how wonderful he felt inside of you even with that slight movement. “I can do that,” he murmured, before slanting his lips against yours, tongue delving into your mouth as he slammed back into you and eventually brought you to a delightful state that had you seeing stars.

Another round later, you were too exhausted to do anything but curl up in Jaehyun’s strong arms and seek out his warmth. “I love you a lot,” you mumbled, eyes closing shut, as you kissed his chest. “You’ll wake me up before you go for practice in the morning, right?”

“Of course I will, baby, I promise.”

Those promises were nice, until they became meaningless.

You broke your promises to attend each of his games as your workload picked up over the next semester, and Jaehyun broke his promises of waking you up each morning before he left for practice.

And, both of you eventually broke promises to keep each other around and to love one another forever.

You weren’t sure when the cracks started appearing and when you’d started falling apart, but you guessed it was inevitable to slowly fall out of love at one point, but you hadn’t expected it to happen so fast and so easily.

It started off with less dates and less sleepovers. You could blame that on both of your insane schedules at college, but in the end, despite how busy you were, you knew you both should’ve made time for each other.

Somehow, updating Jaehyun about your days (which weren’t very eventful) suddenly became a chore. You got the feeling that he felt similarly, as he started responding to your texts much later and later, sometimes even a day’s delay between your messages. But, you were too stubborn to let go of what the two of you had.

At one point, you’d realised that the two of you hadn’t even had sex for two months. If Jaehyun wasn’t too tired from basketball or practice, you were too stressed over your studies. Sex used to help you both relieve from your exhaustion and stress on top of showing each other how much you loved each other, but now, it wasn’t even an afterthought.

Stolen kisses between classes eventually stopped too, and your goodbye smiles started feeling more forced and effortful.

Almost out of obligation, the two of you went to a nice restaurant to celebrate your one-year anniversary, and things almost seemed back to normal. Like a spark reignited.

You’d dressed up nicely and he looked as handsome as ever. You were, for once, able to catch up on each other’s busy schedules and enjoyed a meal together finally.

But, eventually, when you found yourself back in his dorm, hands and knees on his mattress, as he pounded into you from behind, you couldn’t help but wonder if the two of you were just using each other at this stage.

No soft ‘I love you’’s or teasing, no alternations between rough and soft sex, and no whispered sweet nothings this time. Just the sounds of panted breaths, skin slapping against skin, and the final moans of release at the end.

Aftercare seemed like a routine, like muscle memory, as the two of you engaged in the same motions you had done so familiarly months ago.

You and Jaehyun tried cuddling, but eventually you both fell asleep facing away from each other. When you woke up, he had already left for practice.

Weeks of overthinking had you gnawing nervously at your nails, shaking in stress (perhaps that was from your insane caffeine intake too, but you weren’t sure at this point), and pulling at the ends of your hair.

You hated to admit it, but you knew that it was over. You weren’t stupid. You just didn’t want to let go of it.

You finally broke down to Mark over a tub of cookie dough ice cream. Mark was so panicked and taken aback from seeing you cry out of nowhere as you two walked to the library from your shared class, that he bought you ice cream, bubble tea and three slices of strawberry cheesecake before dragging you to his place.

He offered you his blankets, his hugs and all his snacks, while he shooed his roommate outside the dorm.

“Do you know what Jaehyun thinks of me?” you mumbled pathetically, shoving another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth.

“Uh, I-“ Mark seemed hesitant to respond. From his curious gaze, you figured that Jaehyun hadn’t spoken to him about whatever relationship problems you guys had. “He’s your boyfriend. He loves you. He’s so in love with you, Y/N.”

No, he’s not.

You stayed silent, too embarrassed to say anything, and curled up under the blanket he’d offered you, staring blankly at his TV screen until you dosed off.

Jaehyun, 11:07pm: We need to talk. Can I come over tonight?

You weren’t sure how long you spent staring at that small notification on your screen, but eventually, you agreed, despite every fibre of your body begging you to respond with ‘no’. Couldn’t you keep him for at least a little bit longer?

You waited anxiously after class, waiting for a knock on your dorm door. That feeling of your heart slamming against your ribcage returned, but it didn’t feel good this time.

It felt heartbreaking, because you knew how this was going to end.

When your boyfriend arrived at past nine, he looked at you with a grim expression that showed he was just as exhausted as you were.

“Mark told me what happened yesterday. I’m really sorry,” Jaehyun said, fiddling with the ends of his sleeves. “He told me to fix this and I am. We should end this.”

Jaehyun looked into your eyes earnestly. “I really love you, Y/N. I really did, you have to believe me, and I do still want to, but I don’t- I don’t know what happened,” he added, voice quivering with the last few words as he reached up to brush a tear away from your cheek.

He was a soft person, and he tended to cry when others cried as well.

Within seconds, you found yourself back in his warm embrace again, your tears soaking his hoodie while his own ran down his cheeks. You hesitantly brought your arms around his waist. If this was going to be how it ended, you didn’t want to finish this off on bad terms.

“I know, Jae,” you said, pulling away slightly to look up at him in understanding. “I think we both knew this was coming.”

We were just too cowardly to admit it.

“I’m so sorry. You deserve so much better than me.”

When you tried denying that and shaking your head, Jaehyun placed his hands firmly on your shoulders, eyes red and cheeks puffy as he looked into your eyes. “You are! You’re an amazing person with a beautiful personality, and you’ll find someone better who won’t break their promise of keeping you around forever. They won’t be an idiot like me… and if they are, I’ll beat their ass.”

You couldn’t help but laugh even in this situation. “You’re not an idiot,” you argued weakly, wiping his tears from his cheeks as well. “You were the best boyfriend I could’ve asked for. I just- I don’t know… I don’t know how we got here either. I’m sorry, too.”

Jaehyun managed to crack a smile. “I don’t know either. We’re both idiots,” he said and pulled you in for another warm hug.

It felt comforting this time.

The breath you let out almost felt like one of relief. You’d loved him so much and ended up being so terrified of losing him that you held onto him as your boyfriend, and yet this felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

“I don’t want to lose you, though,” you admitted. “I’m okay with this but… I don’t think I can lose you.”

Even if you’d fallen in love with him, you weren’t sure you could go around with life without him. He’d wormed his way into your heart and your daily life, and you knew he would be an amazing friend, despite the history. You couldn’t bear to imagine what it would be have a Jaehyun-sized hole in your life from here onwards.

Jaehyun stayed silent and held onto you for a few more minutes before the two of you let go of each other. He took a step back outside your dorm, as if clearly setting the new boundaries now.

“Let’s take some time apart. I think some space will be good for us,” he suggested, reasonable as ever. With a soft smile that displayed his dimples to you for the last time in a while, Jaehyun added, “We’ll be friends after that, I promise.”

But, promises were made to be broken.

#jaehyun #jung jaehyun #jaehyun scenarios #nct scenarios #jaehyun imagines #i don't know what else to tag but oh well c: first fic here yeeee #sorry to post something sad on vday i love angst too much gjklsdj #*myfics

48 notes · View notes

leeisacat · 4 years

Text

Birthday Sex | A Kuroo/Bokuto/Akaashi/Kenma/f! Reader

A/N: Literally the most self indulgent one-shot I’ve ever written in my life, for God’s sake like this was straight out of a fantasy I had. Tags/Warnings: Smut, spanking, pet play, creampie, dom/sub roles, anal, role play, gangbang (?)

“Tetsu-kun, I’m home!”

(Name) slipped off her tennis shoes at the door, pushing them neatly in line with an assortment of men’s and women’s shoes. She peered down the hall, looking for a sign of her boyfriend.

To celebrate Kuroo’s birthday, the couple had invited over their closest friends for dinner. But, for how soon they should be arriving, it concerned her that her boyfriend didn’t seem to be home.

“Tetsu? Are you home?” she called out, still receiving no reply.

Narrowing her eyes, she hung up her coat and set down her bags— which, included the present she had picked out for her boyfriend. She walked down the hallway and turned into the kitchen.

It had been obvious he had started preparing dinner, and a pink sticky note was stuck to their usual barren fridge.

‘Ran to the store—

Something in the bedroom for you ;)’

She quirked an eyebrow, taking the note off while walking to the bedroom. It was his birthday, so why was he getting her things?

Pushing open the slightly ajar door, it was pitch black, the light from the hall shining in enough for her to make something out on the bed. She reached for the light switch, flipping it before emitting a small gasp. Her face turned beet-red.

Neatly laid out on the bed, there was a maid’s outfit that left little for the imagination. On top of it were matching black lace stockings, a simple red collar with a bell on it, and black cat ears. She noticed a small notecard placed on top of it, and immediately recognized her boyfriend’s writing.

‘Hi Kitten,

I hope you remembered our little talk a few days ago. It’s okay if you change your mind, but I definitely would like you to put a little show on for us tonight. Mostly me, of course.

P.S. remember my name, or else ;*’

Her eyes widened, recalling what their recent conversation was about. He’d asked her how she felt about trusted people watching them do their thing, and even possibly bringing them into their intimate moments. She agreed, as long as they both trusted whoever it was coming into their private space. But, it occurred to her that it was three other people coming tonight— Bokuto, Akaashi, and Kenma. The thought of them also getting in on the action riled her up, causing her to press her thighs together.

She sighed, realizing that Kuroo would never force her into anything she was uncomfortable with, and the moment she said the safe word it would be stopped. Plus, the idea of being a cute little kitten maid for all her master’s friends enticed her.

This was going to be an interesting night.

Changing into the maid costume with Kuroo’s favorite lingerie set underneath, she realized it left nothing for the imagination. The fluffy skirt of the dress just barely sat beneath the curve of her ass, threatening to flash her lacy panties with one wrong move. The front dipped down enough for her cleavage to be on full display, daring to expose her bra underneath. She glanced in the mirror, her face flushing as she saw how scandalous it was. She sat down on the edge of the bed to pull on the stockings, and afterwards clipped each ear onto either side of her hair. Lastly, she had to put on the color.

Her fingers grazed over the nice leather, when she realized there was something engraved into it. It said ‘Property of Kuroo Testsurou’ , causing her face to flush more. But, she heard the front door open, and quickly fumbled to get the collar around her neck.

“Oh, where is my kitten~? I was expecting her waiting for me, is she hiding?”

She peeked her head out the bedroom door to see Kuroo standing at the entryway, seemingly waiting for her. Slowly, she stepped out into the light and walked towards him, twiddling her thumbs in front of her while keeping her eyes trained to the ground. He could hear the bell on her collar quietly jingle as she approached which caused him to chuckle.

“Ah, are you being shy? There’s no need, it’s just me,” he said, bring his hand up to brush her cheek, “You look very beautiful, by the way.”

“Th— Thank you, master,” she said, remembering his instructions, “And, happy birthday, of course.”

She finally brought her eyes up to meet his, gazing into them as they crinkled lightly with his smile. On the other hand, she was staring at him wide-eyed, an obvious blush not leaving her cheeks. He gently brought her in for a quick peck on the lips before breaking away.

“Thank you, kitten. Now, could you bring the groceries to the kitchen for me? I’m going to change, and then we can finish preparing dinner together,” he said smoothly, holding the two paper bags out for her to take.

She nodded, grabbing them and letting a small grunt out when she realized one was significantly heavier than the other. He smiled at her, brushing past her to the bedroom as she moved the bags to the kitchen. Peering into the heavy one, she realized it weight was due to its contents of alcohol.

As she was finishing putting away the groceries, she felt Kuroo wrapping her arms around her from behind and resting his chin on her shoulder.

“You’re very tense, (Nickname), are you that nervous? Or, are you just that turned on~,” he said, dropping to a seductive whisper for the last sentence.

“Oh, you,” she said, playfully poking his cheek, “Yes, I’m nervous, Tetsu. Not only am I wearing a skimpy maid costume, but I’m about to be presented to our high school friends like this. You told them about this, right?”

His fingers brushed her thigh before his hand quickly came down hard on her ass cheek, causing her to yelp in pain.

“That’s my first and final warning for not addressing me properly. And yes, they know what they’re in for. Well, mostly. The maid costume is a bit of a surprise,” he chuckled darkly.

She spun around in his grasp, pushing him away before crossing her arms. Furrowing her eyebrows, she looked up at him.

“My color is red . Kuroo Tetsurou, you invited three of our friends over without explaining to them about this ?” she said, motioning to her maid outfit, “You are going to scare them . They are going to be so flustered—!”

“ Hey ,” he said, placing his hand behind her neck to silence her with a kiss, “It’ll be alright. Kenma actually helped me pick out the dress for you. I was just teasing, they know, they know.”

“Can’t I just, like, change into this afterwards? How am I supposed to even address them? Should I also call them master?”

“ No. That name is reserved for me and only me,” he said, narrowing his eyes slightly, “And, just refer to them by their names. Use formal honorifics, of course. Do this for me, pretty please ? You’re so cute when you give me puppy dog eyes when you’re begging for my—”

“Tetsu!” she exclaimed, “Fine. My light is green.”

With that, they continued prepping dinner together, an occasional teasing remark being slung at (Name). She would only roll her eyes in response (with her eyes closed, of course, couldn’t risk punishment this early into the night). She set the dining room table for the night, and set out glasses for the booze. Eventually, (Name) shooed Kuroo out of the kitchen to finish cooking dinner on her own, surprisingly with no protest from him. Soon, everything was ready, and she was nervously sitting on the couch next to Kuroo, legs neatly tucked under her as she focused on playing with her thumbs again.

He must’ve noticed that her nerves hadn’t gone, so he brought his hand up to her back, rubbing soft circles into her shoulders. She seemed to ease into his touch, looking a bit calmer than before.

The doorbell suddenly rang, causing her to jump slightly and look up to Kuroo with big eyes.

“Go on and greet our guests, kitten. I’ll be right behind you,” he said, motioning for her to walk to the door.

He quite literally was right behind her, hands on her hips slightly under her dress. She was already flustered enough as it was, but Kuroo has to dig his thumb under the band of her panties and snap it. She let out a soft whine before finally unlocking the door and swinging it open.

“Hey, hey... Hey?!” Bokuto exclaimed, eyes landing on (Name), “Oh, wow .”

“Kou, stop ogling his girlfriend. (Surname)-san, don’t mind him too much,” Akaashi said, lightly swatting the back of his boyfriend’s head with an envelope, “Anyway, happy birthday Kuroo-san. We got this for you.”

He held the envelope out towards Kuroo, but he made no motion to grab it. Quickly, (Name) got the gist and grabbed it for him. She clutched it to her chest, bowing deeply.

“C— Come in, Bokuto-san and Akaashi-san. Make yourself at home,” she said, stuttering while a deep blush flooded her cheeks.

Kuroo wrapped an arm around her waist as they stepped to the side to let the couple in. They shed their shoes and coats, before (Name) stepped forward.

“I can hang your coats for you,” she said softly, holding out an arm.

The two exchanged a look of sorts before obliging, draping the coats over her arm. She left to go hang them in the closet across the hall, leaving the three boys alone momentarily.

“Kuroo... you have her referring to us so formally . I was... not expecting this,” Bokuto said, looking over to his raven-haired friend, “Is she comfortable with all this?”

“If she wasn’t, she’d tell us. (Name)’s just playing shy, that’s all. Come on, let’s wait for Kenma in the living room,” he replied cooly.

His friends followed him, and soon (Name) entered the living room. She was about to sit next to Kuroo on the couch before he gently grabbed her hand, pulling her into his lap. She softly gasped in surprise, but situated herself on his knee while folding her hands in her lap. Akaashi sat on the chair adjacent to the couch while Bokuto sat in opposite corner of the couch.

They soon fell into small talk, and Kuroo thankfully felt (Name) relax further. He was mindlessly stroking her thigh, occasionally squeezing it. She sat there though, letting the tension flee from her body. She only spoke when addressed, following the normal rules the Kuroo had set for her in this state. It was easy, and Bokuto nor Akaashi was acting phased by it in any way.

“So, is this a regular occurrence between you two, or what? Keiji never let’s me do this type of stuff with him, although he occasionally will dress up and wear a skirt for me,” Bokuto asked, looking curiously at Kuroo and (Name) before smirking as his boyfriend.

“Well, yes and no. This is the first time she’s ever dressed up for me like this, and it’s the first time we’ve allowed other people to see. But, we regularly use the names in the bedroom, even punishment if she’s being a little brat ,” he said, lightly smacking her thigh, “Which, to no surprise, she’s usually like that. I honestly think she gets off on it.”

“Do not!” she suddenly squeaked, blushing a furious shade of red.

“Ah, is that talking back I hear?” Kuroo mumbled darkly, using his hand to turn her head towards him.

She widened her eyes, nervously glancing to the other men in the room. They were only watching curiously as the scene unfold before them. Kuroo tapped into her cheek with his fingers to redirect her attention back to him.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you. Did you just now talk back to me?” he repeated himself.

“N— No, master,” she mumbled, barely audible.

“I can’t hear you kitten,” he said, a smirk now on his lips.

“No, master!” she said loud enough for everyone to hear, using all her strength to not tear her gaze away and bury her face in her hands.

To her avail, the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it!” she blurted out, standing up and straightening her dress as best as possible.

Kuroo chuckled as she scurried away with her bell jingling, looking over to Bokuto and Akaashi. They two looked astonished at what had unfolded before them, definitely turned on . God, how were they expecting to last through dinner if the two were gonna act like that ?

(Name) greeted Kenma at the door, bowing deeply and addressing him in the same formal way.

“Kuro put you up to this, didn’t he? Ugh, if you’re gonna call me anything, just call me Kenma-san,” he said, finally looking up from his phone and giving (Name) a once over, “Oh, the dress does looks very... nice on you.”

She muttered a small ‘thank you’ while bowing slightly, taking his jacket and hanging it up with the others. Kenma joined the other boys in the room with a small blush dusting his cheeks, waving and giving his greetings.

Dinner went by fairly uneventful, (Name) engaging in small talk but still extremely embarrassed from what had happened before. Kuroo would not ease up on the playful jabs here and there, thus not giving her even a moment to cool down. Her usual sassy demeanor was very subdued for the fact she was not sure what Kuroo would do as a punishment if she jabbed back. He seemed to enjoy the attention she was receiving from his friends a little more than her, almost prideful of flaunting his girlfriend.

While they were eating cake, that’s when Kuroo decided to make (Name) put on a show.

“Kitten,” he cooed, swiping some frosting from his slice onto his fingers, “Why don’t you clean my fingers?”

He waved his point and middle finger in front of her face, which were globbed over with the creamy frosting. She nervously glanced around before she felt his fingers pressed to her lips.

“Don’t keep me waiting,” he said lowly, the words almost rumbling in his chest.

She tentatively gave his fingers a few kitten licks (staying true to her pet name) before wrapping her mouth around them. Slowly, she took them in to the knuckle, sucking and swirling her tongue around the appendages. Once she felt they were thoroughly cleaned, she opened her mouth and pulled away, a line of drool still connecting her tongue and his fingers.

Kuroo barely held back his groans, because damn . His girlfriend was hot.

“We should probably clean up the table. (Nickname)-chan, can you start gathering the dishes? I’m going to take care of the leftovers,” he said as nonchalantly as he could for the growing erection in his jeans.

She muttered a quick ‘yes, master’ before gathering dishes off the table. Kenma stood up though, grabbing his own bowl and plate.

“I’ll help her,” he said, trailing behind her to the kitchen.

She started rinsing dishes and placing them in the dishwasher while Kenma brought them to her. While she was cleaning though, Kuroo brushed past her and flicked up the back of her skirt, causing her to yelp in surprise. A furious blush found its way back onto her cheeks as she tried to focus on finishing with the dishes.

Kenma watched the ordeal with a soft blush on his own face before turning to (Name). He was leaning against the counter, arms crossed over his chest as he looked to her.

“Kuro has not let up on you the whole night, has he?” he asked, looking at her curiously.

She gently closed the dishwasher, looking back to see Akaashi walked into the kitchen as she nodded in response to Kenma.

“This is... very embarrassing and,” she glanced over to the dining room, seeing Kuroo and Bokuto laughing loudly in their own conversation, “he’s not helping, no.”

“It’s because we’re just watching, isn’t it? Of course, I would also be shy if I was on full display like Pain-in-the-ass Kuroo-san is putting you on. We think it’s adorable though, don’t worry,” Akaashi said, mentioning a nickname from their high school days.

He brushed up to (Name), closing the distance rather quickly. She backed up into the counter, now pinned between it and Akaashi. Staring wide-eyes up at him, he lightly pinched her cheeks.

“Don’t worry, tonight is going to be enough to forget about all your embarrassment. Also, Kuroo filled us all in on your safe words, so if it’s ever too much, don’t hesitate to tell us.”

She nodded, before glancing over to see Bokuto and Kuroo staring at them. She became flustered again, bringing up her hands to her face to hide her blush.

“Hey, hey, Akaashi! You tryna start without us?” he exclaimed, a pout on his lips, “Not fair!”

“No,” he smirked back, “I’m just giving a pep-talk from one bottom to another. She’s so nervous, and you two aren’t helping.”

She let out a squeak of embarrassment, hiding her face in Akaashi’s chest. He casually wrapped an arm around her, placing a hand on the small of her back as he pulled her away from the counter.

“Who, me?!” Bokuto said, pointing a finger towards Kuroo, “It’s been her boyfriend the whole night!”

Akaashi chuckled at his boyfriend’s antics and started whisking (Name) away to the bedroom.

“Alright, but I’m getting first dibs on her. You two would destroy her in one fell sweep,” he called out, hearing they’re footsteps behind him.

The boys fighting over her caused her arousal to pool rather quickly, and in attempt to quell her desires she began rubbing her thighs together. Akaashi’s hands found themselves resting on her hips, and he narrowed his eyes as he dug his fingers into them.

“Are you trying to please yourself? No, no, none of that. You have to last for Kuroo-san.”

She whined, but obliged and stopped creating friction for herself. Bokuto soon was besides Akaashi, side-eying his boyfriend.

“So, what? You get first dibs?” he said, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“Boys, boys, settle down. I’m sure she’d be happy to take both of you at once,” Kuroo said, popping his head between them with a smirk on his face, “Kitten, be sure to listen to them. You’ll get the same punishment as you’d get with me if you disobey them.”

“Yes, master,” she said breathlessly, pressing herself back into Akaashi’s chest, “What would you like, sir?”

“Kneel,” Akaashi said before placing a hand on her shoulder and helping push her to her knees.

She let herself fall with a soft thump as her knees hit the ground. Her hands reached for Akaashi’s jeans first, but were redirected when he side stepped in order for Bokuto to stand in front of her. She slowly began undoing his pants, him watching her with a hungry gaze. Once the zipper was undone, she hooked her fingers through his belt loops and gently tugged them to his knees. His erection was very visible through his tight briefs, causing her to blush furiously. He was rather large, a bit more girth to his compared to Kuroo’s. She gulped, bringing her fingers to gently fiddle with his waistband.

“Well, what’re you waiting for, cutie? You scared ?” Bokuto said, staring her down with a cocky grin and his huge golden eyes.

She brought one of her hands to cup his erection through the frantic, running her hand slowly across it. A low rumble came from him, and he took the liberty of shoving his briefs off, his erection springing free in front of her face. Her eyes widened as she retreated her hands, looking up at him with big puppy eyes.

“Cat got your tongue? I though Kuroo would’ve taught you to respond when spoken to,” he purred, settling his hand in the back of her hair.

She gulped again, eyes traveling down and landing on his dick.

“It’s— it’s big,” she whispered, coaxing a small laugh from Bokuto.

“You’ll get used to it,” Akaashi shrugged, unzipping his own jeans.

Boluto prodded his member at her lips, and she began to experimentally lick along his shaft. She sucked on the tip and tasted his precum, causing him to groan and dig his fingers into his scalp. He took the opportunity to push slowly into her mouth, getting halfway before stopping.

“You okay, princess?” he said, half moaning while gripping her hair.

Her jaw was already aching from the stretch, but she nodded as much as she could. Bokuto pushed the rest of the way in, her nose brushing the wiry hairs at the base of his shaft. She was gagging slightly, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. She tapped on his thigh, signifying she was running out of air. He released her, causing her to gasp for breath, but it was short lived as he reentered her mouth. Luckily for her, he set a slow and steady pace, allowing her to bob up and down his length comfortably.

“Bokuto, there’s no need to hold back. She can handle it,” Kuroo suddenly piped up from across the room, strewn across the chair in the corner.

She glanced over with worry, seeing her boyfriend sitting there lazily stroking his own erection, a smirk across his face. Bokuto suddenly slammed into her throat, causing her to gag and slobber all over his dick. He set a grueling pace, grunting with each thrust into her mouth. Her hands found the back of his thighs, nails digging into his skin as she tried to steady herself. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks as he ruthlessly fucked her mouth, makeup smudging along with it.

“Don’t— Don’t spill a drop,” he said between grunts, signifying her of his upcoming orgasm.

He slammed one last time as deep as he could into her mouth, hot spurts of cum shooting down her throat. It filled her mouth quickly, but she forced herself to swallow as much as possible. Some dribbled out onto her chin, but she was quick to lick it off, and opened her mouth wide to show Bokuto for good measure.

“Good girl,” he smirked, panting hard and brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

It wasn’t long before another dick was prodding at her mouth. This time, she looked up to see Akaashi.

He was thankfully not as girthy as Bokuto was, allowing her to easily maneuver around it. She swirled her tongue around his tip and began to suck up and down his length, taking note that he was slightly sweeter tasting than Bokuto. More tears streamed down her face as she deep throated Akaashi, causing him to moan loudly.

“F— Fuck,” he said breathlessly, “You’re good at this.”

She went back to focusing on his tip, stroking the rest of his slicked length with her hand. Her sucking coaxed grunts and moans from him as he rocked his hips with her movements. She looked up to see Bokuto kissing up his neck slowly before biting down harshly, causing him to groan aloud.

“You think you can swallow my cum too? I’d hate to ruin your dress,” Akaashi asked, petting her head.

In response, she sucked even harder before resuming deep throating him, causing him to twitch in her mouth. He was groaning between pants before pressing himself into her mouth and emptying his load into it. She tried to swallow as much as possible, but she couldn’t, and more than a few drops dribbled out down her chin.

She quickly tried to scoop it back into her mouth with her fingers, but Bokuto grabbed her hand to stop it, crouching down to her level and staring at the white substance. He took the liberty of licking the substance off slowly, before kissing her harshly and shoving the remains into her mouth.

“Hmm, what should we do with you? You didn’t swallow it all,” he said, a mischievous look in his eyes.

Fear filled her eyes before she pressed her forehead to the floor, in a apologetic way. But, with how short her dress was, her ass was now on full display.

“Please! It— It was an accident! I’m sorry, it won’t ever happen a—again!” she exclaimed.

Bokuto looked at Kuroo, before shrugging.

“It’s your call on this one,” he said, folding his arms, “Your her boyfriend.”

“Stand up,” Kuroo called out, standing up as well while pulling his boxers and pants back on.

She slowly pushed herself up off the floor, eyes trained on Kuroo. He coaxed her to come to him with his fingers, staring at her intensely. Looking around the room, she realized that all eyes were on her. She hadn’t even noticed Kenma in the doorway, probably had been standing there for the whole ordeal.

“Yes master?” she said before yelping as Kuroo yanked the front of her dress up.

His thumb slid her panties to the side as he swiped two fingers against her slit, causing her to shudder as he gathered her fluids. He brought them up in front of his face, staring dully at the his now slightly shiny fingers.

“This doesn’t look very sorry to me. I’ve let too many things slide since we have guests over,” he said, eyes boring into her, “What’s your color?”

She knew exactly where this was headed, and couldn’t help but press her thighs together in excitement. Her face was completely flushed as she stared doe-eyed up at him, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

“It’s... green,” she quietly said, looking at the floor.

Kuroo suddenly fell back into the chair, patting his lap. She gulped hard, stepping towards.

“Bend over my lap. Don’t make me wait,” he said lowly, looking at her with half lidded eyes.

She whines softly, but ultimately obliged. Her perky ass was in the air, skirt pushed up to expose the lace of her panties.

“God, you’ve soaked through,” he said, staring at the thin fabric covering her core, “Such a little slut, getting off on sucking other men’s dicks in front of your master. You want to be spanked, huh? You like the attention?”

He was softly rubbing her ass cheeks, squeezing every so often. She kept her eyes trained on the floor, avoiding the other men’s gazes.

“N— no,” she stuttered out, before yelping with the hard slap to her ass that followed.

“Wasn’t a question for you to answer, kitten. Now, be a good girl and count to ten.”

She prematurely winced as she awaited the first hit, squinting her eyes shut. It hit her harder than the previous one, causing her to bite down hard on her lip as she whimpered.

“One,” she whined, clenching her fists until her knuckles were white.

“What do we say?” he said teasingly, lightly pinching her burning ass cheek.

It caused her to yelp, a flush of red flooding into her cheeks.

“Thank you, master,” she quietly mumbled.

He ran his fingertips gently across her exposed thighs before once again harshly snapping her cheek.

“Two! Thank you, master,” she quickly said, a little louder than the previous.

Bokuto was watching her carefully from a distance, before turning to Akaashi.

“Why don’t you do that for me, huh?” he said, playfully swatting his partner’s ass.

Akaashi only side-eyed him, before they heard another harsh slap and a gasp from (Name).

“Three! Ah, thank you master!”

“She didn’t even do anything relatively that bad, Kuro,” Kenma butted in, walking further into the room while watching his friend give another harsh slap to her ass, “Don’t you think this is a bit harsh?”

“Are you saying you’d like to take her place?” he said, smiling coyly while enunciating his word with yet another harsh slap to her ass, “I mean, she is getting significantly wet from this. I don’t think it’s as much as a punishment as she leads us to believe.”

“F— five, thank you, m— master,” she stuttered, biting her lips hard from the burning of her cheeks (face and bottom).

Kenma has a thoughtful look before he shrugged leisurely.

“Just thought we could get to the main event sooner, that’s all.”

Kuroo quirked his eyebrows before a devious grin spread across his face, and he decided to give the last five spankings sequentially, causing her to squeak and whimper from the intensity.

“Six— Ah, seven, m— master. Eight! N— nine! Ten! Thank— thank you, master,” she stuttered out with each slap, whimpering incessantly.

“There, happy? So impatient with my kitten. You did good, cutie pie,” he said, flipping over (Name) and cradling her in his arms, “Now, were gonna treat you real well.”

Kuroo carried her effortlessly to the large bed, setting her down on her back. He gave her small pecks from her mouth trailing down her neck, sucking harshly at her collarbone. Small moans and whimpers escaped her lips as his hands slid up the dress, flipping the front up onto her stomach.

“So naughty, wearing my favorite color lingerie,” he cooed, pressing two fingers to her clothed entrance, “And you’ve even soaked through them more? My, my, such a slutty kitten. Getting off on having so many men watch her get manhandled by her master.”

Being so focused on Kuroo, she didn’t even notice that Bokuto had slipped onto the bed. She felt his arms push her torso up to sit behind her, and his hands got to work on massaging her chest through her dress. It was certainly hard to keep her composure like this. The feeling of his re-hardened member grinding into her back only intensified the heat traveling directly to her core. Kuroo finally dug his fingers under the band of her panties and dragged them down her legs, tossing them onto the floor. He removed his own shirt with it, then lowering himself back down to kiss her.

Akaashi was only in his boxers when he moved to help Bokuto push the sleeves of her dress of her shoulder to exposed her bra-clad chest. He pinched and prodded at her nipples through the lacy garment, causing a slew of moans to escape her mouth. Kuroo was teasing her lower regions with his mouth, nibbling at her thighs only to ghost over the part she wanted his mouth the most. It was frustrating, but with Bokuto’s arms holding back her own, she couldn’t grab his hair and pull him to the desired spot.

“P— Please,” she gasped, “Tetsu please .”

Akaashi dug under her bra and pinched both her nipples hard, seemingly retaliating for using Kuroo’s name. She whimpered with each tug and pull while Bokuto unclasped her bra, taking the sleeves of her dress off fully before flinging it to the floor. Her chest was now fully exposed, and Akaashi brought one of the buds into his mouth. Bokuto’s lips were attacking her neck with licks and soft bites, and she swore she was about to lose it if one of them didn’t fuck her in that moment.

“Oh~?,” Kuroo purred while looking up at her, fanning his breath over her throbbing pussy, “Use your words, kitten. I’m no mind reader.”

“Please, Tetsurou , please fuck me!” she cried out, balling her fists up into the sheets.

He chuckled lowly before ridding himself of his remaining clothes, his cock springing free from it’s confines. She was so focused on her lover, she yelped at the slick finger prodding her back entrance.

“I’m gonna wreck your back door, princess,” Bokuto whispered lowly into her ear before nibbling on it, finger circle around the tight hole.

Kenma finally got in on the action when he pushed two fingers past her plush lips, pressing down lightly on her tongue.

“You didn’t forget about me, did you?” he said, palming himself as he watched her close her lips around his fingers.

She couldn’t help but gasp when Bokuto finally slipped a finger into her hole, whining quietly at the unfamiliar sensation. At this point, with all the different sensations on her body happening at once, she couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed.

“Tetsu, I— I— This, it’s, ah~! ”

She was taken away from the other men by Kuroo suddenly, flipping on top of him to press her bare chest to his. His dick was pressed against her thigh, a copious amount of precum glistening on the tip. Their lips locked in a hot kiss, and he didn’t seem to mind her calling him by his given name.

Bokuto stuck another finger in her hole, her moan being swallowed up by Kuroo’s mouth. He was scissoring and stretching it with lube to prep her for his own length. Kuroo placed both hands on her hips, maneuvering her to just the tip of his member. She was panting when she broke from the kiss, whining quietly as he rubbed against her slit.

Slowly, Kuroo lowered her onto him, whimpers escaping her lips as his hips pressed flush against hers.

“Good kitten,” he cooed, running his hand through her hair, “You’re taking me so well. Look at you, so pretty when you’re stuffed full of my cock.”

He let her sit for a minute, watching Bokuto as he pulled his lubed fingers from her hole. Akaashi handed him a condom, to which he quickly tore open and began rolling on his length.

Although his wasn’t as long as Kuroo’s, he made up for the loss with his impressive girth. He’d probably leave (Name) unable to walk for days if he was too rough. She wasn’t used to it the way Akaashi was.

“If you get too rough with my kitten Bokuto, I will bite your dick off,” Kuroo snapped, playfully but with a glimmer of seriousness in his eyes.

“Okay, okay! Got it,” he said whilst raising his arms in defense.

Akaashi moved to where her head was with Kenma, the two stripping away their own clothes and tossing them to the floor. She squeezed in delight seeing their cocks being pushed in front of her face, causing Kuroo to groan lowly underneath her.

“Kitten, if you squeeze like that again I might get a bit impatient and fuck you til you see stars,” he growled, causing her to smirk.

“I think that’s what you intend to do any— Ohhh fuck! ”

It slipped out of her mouth unintentionally as Bokuto sank his length into her hole, causing her to moan out the curse words. Which, in return, caused Kuroo to snap a hand at her already tender ass cheek.

He began to move his length inside her, thrusting up while Bokuto sank in. It started slow and steady, but soon the pace quickly became relentless. Kenna’s head prodded at her lips, which she happily accept, sucking and licking at his length. Her moans were muffled by his dick, and soon Akaashi was prodding his own at her lips too.

“Take them both, like the good kitten you are,” Kuroo said seeing as she hesitated.

She switched between sucking off Akaashi and Kenma while being rammed relentlessly from both Kuroo and Bokuto. It was hard to keep her attention on anything as so much was happening to her body at once. It didn’t help when Kuroo snakes his hand between their bodies, finding her clit and rubbing it in circles with her thumb. It caused her to spasm around him, and Kuroo realized she was finally edging onto her orgasm.

Bokuto was the first to cum, purely because he was still sensitive from the first time he came and it didn’t help how god damn tight (Name) was. He emptied his load into the condom and pulled out, slumping backwards onto the plush of the bed. She whined at the loss of contact, but immediately Kuroo picked up his pace in thrusting into her from underneath to reach their climaxes together. Unable to focus on anything but her boyfriend’s relentless pounding, she released Kenma’s member with a pop and leaving him to finish himself off, along with Akaashi but neither of them minded. The sight laid out before them was more than enough to bring them to their own ends.

Finally, (Name) clenched hard around Kuroo’s lenght as his thrusts became sloppier, his thumb still working relentlessly on her clit. With a loud cry, she came around him, and he wasn’t far behind. He pulled her flush against his hips, digging his finger into her own as he came deep inside her, letting out a deep groan of his own.

She let her weight collapse on top of him out of exhaustion, his softening member still deep inside her. Kuroo gently rolled her off him, pulling out to see their mixed fluids running down her thighs. The two of them were still panting as she cuddled into his side, wrapping her arms around his chest. He sighed in content, pulling her closer and turning to kiss her softly on the lips.

“You did so well, baby. God, I love you so much,” he said, peppering soft kisses all over her face, “How are you feeling? Do you need anything, kitten?”

“Happy birthday, Tetsu,” she mumbled, burying her face into his chest.

“I’ll run a bath for you two,” Akaashi said, sauntering to the bathroom already dressed in his boxers, “I know she’s sore at least from this one.”

He jabbed a thumb in the direction of Bokuto. His partner laughed softly as he stood up from the bed, finding his own discarded clothes on the floor.

“She took me like a champ though. Actually, all of us! Thanks for sharing her, Kuroo-kun,” he said, pulling on his jeans.

“It was her decision, ultimately. I sprung this unto her very last second,” he replied, gently scooping her up, “Now, if you’ll excuse us, I’m going to make sweet love to my girlfriend in the bath.”

Bokuto only laughed at this, Kenma rolling his eyes as he pulled on his shirt.

“Oh, and you all are free to stay the night. The couch pulls out and the guest bedroom is just down the hall,” he called out over his shoulder, brushing past Akaashi as he entered the bathroom.

Once the other men had sauntered off to do their own things, Kuroo locked the bedroom door and saw how peaceful his girlfriend looked surrounded by bubbles and the scent of lavender. He carefully stepped into the tub, pulling her into his lap as the warm water sloshed lightly around them.

“How you holding up, (Nickname)?” he said softly, carefully massaging some shampoo into her hair, “You feeling alright?”

“I feel like I should be the one doing this for you,” she giggled, leaning back into him.

“Oh, no no no. You’ve done enough for me tonight. Thank you, by the way. For riding along with my crazy idea,” Kuroo replied while scooping some water onto her head, “Here, tilt your head back for me.”

She obliged, him rinsing out the shampoo before gently running his fingers through her hair with some conditioner. Sighing in content, she turned her head to the side to give gentle kisses along his jaw.

“Now, if you keep doing that, I’m really gonna plow you into the tub.”

“Testurou!” she mumbled against his neck, laughing, “Just let me love on you a bit, just right now.”

(Name) turned her body around in the water, her lips finding Kuroo’s.

“I love you, baby,” she mumbled against his lips, smiling.

“I love you too, kitten,” he mumbled back, squeezing her gently, “But, since it’s my birthday can you give me one more present?”

“What is it, love?”

“Can I please actually plow you into the bath?”

“Fiiine,” she laughed gently, entangling her hand in the back of his wet hair, “Just be gentle, okay? My ass really hurts.”

“Damn Bokuto, told the guy to be gentle or I’d bite his dick.”

“You’d what?!” she exclaimed, widening her eyes.

“Nothing.”

Before she could reply, he silenced her with a kiss, and soon enough, they were making sweet love in the tub.

#kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo testuro #bokuto x reader #akaashi x reader #kenma x reader #smut #fanfic #haikyuu #insankan #first post #kenma kozume #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #birthday sex #fanfiction #haikyuu fanfic #kuroo x bokuto x akaashi x kenma x reader #literally so wild

23 notes · View notes

katefiction · 4 years

Text

One Sweet Day

by katefiction (Maria) / 2014

I had this idea 5 years ago, but not for Will and Kate, just as a random story. It’s nice to have finally written it. I hope you enjoy and let me know if it’s what you expected! ;-)

Maria x

“A man is not old until regrets take the place of dreams” – John Barrymore

I am a dying man.

At least, that’s what I’ve been told.

My organs are shutting down, as they have been doing gradually for the past ten years. 84 years is a long time for them to be working away, I don’t blame them for wanting to stop. It’s my heart that’s the biggest trouble maker though. It keeps slowing and refuses to pump the blood around as it should.

It’s the reason why I’m sitting in bed, reading all about my imminent departure from this world in the paper.

The thing about coming to the end of your life is that everyone wants to make you comfortable. They want to wrap you up in bed, as if that will delay the inevitable. It’s the polar opposite of what I want. I want to be seeing all the places I meant to see when I was healthy, and speaking to all the people I kept meaning to stay in touch with. I want to be fixing all the things I messed up.

‘Dad? Can I get you anything?’ My son pops his head around the door and scans me up and down for any sign of distress.

I wave my hand nonchalantly, ‘I haven’t expired yet’ I say a little breathlessly.

‘You’re not funny dad’.

My dad jokes had been thrilling him for 53 years.

‘George, come here, humour your old dad for a few minutes won’t you?’ I put my newspaper down and take off my reading glasses.

He is the spitting image of me, unfortunately. Luckily for him though, the male pattern baldness that has cursed our family for generations skipped him. With a head full of grey hair and at a towering 6ft 5, he cuts quite the dashing figure. Thank God for his mother.

George closes the door behind him and sits down on the chair next to my bed.

‘So what have you been up to today?’ he asks.

‘Let’s see…I woke up, bathed, had breakfast, got back in to bed, had a nap, and now here we are. Living the life, my son’

‘Do you have to be so morose all the time? I’d quite like to remember my father differently’

‘Maybe if my darling children allowed me out of this room from time to time, I would be more chipper’

George squints his eyes, ‘it’s for your own good, you’re not well enough to go gallivanting around’

The door clicks open and we both turn our heads.

‘Hi daddy, how are you today?’ Emma blusters in and kisses both my cheeks.

‘Hello sweetheart’. Despite the fact that Emma is 50, I still see her as my little girl. She still wears her brown hair down to her shoulders, and still flits around ordering everyone around just like she did when she was a child.

‘George and I were just talking about how he’s going to take me to the coast’

Emma sends him a sharp look.

‘No we weren’t!’ George protests.

She softens and starts smoothing down my bed covers, ‘good, we can go for a walk in the grounds if you like’

I grumble. As much as I love Balmoral, and chose it to spend my final days in, there are only so much of its grounds I can see.

‘Oh daddy don’t be like this’, Emma takes my hand.

I sigh, ‘I just don’t see the point of the two of you coming all the way from London if we’re just going to sit here all day, every day’

‘But we want to spend all the time we can with you dad’ George says.

‘You know if mum was here, she’d agree with us’ Emma looks at me with those lovely eyes that are just like her mother’s.

‘You’re mother was a taskmaster’ I laugh.

They glance at each other, clearly pleased to see me laughing.

Emma leans in, ‘how about you tell us about you and mum?’

‘What about us?’ I ask.

‘Oh you know, how you met, why you started dating, everything’

‘I’m sure there’s a book about that somewhere you could read…or twenty’

‘Yes but we want to hear it from you, the real story, don’t we George?’

‘Er…yes’ George says, cottoning on to Emma’s idea to cheer me up.

‘There’s not much to tell, you’ve heard it all before’

‘There must be something we don’t know’

‘Well…I suppose there could be…something you never knew about’

My heart begins to slow. I can feel it sometimes, struggling to push the blood around.

There is an unwritten rule in life that some things should stay private. Especially from your children. But those rules don’t apply on your death bed. I suddenly understand why people feel the need to confess at the end of their lives. Because if you die without ever revealing something, then it’s almost as if it never happened, or it never mattered.

And she mattered.

I rub my chest to get my breath back.

‘Take your time dad, we’re listening’

St Andrews University, 2001

The first time I saw her, she was walking along the landing in our halls of residence, St Salvador’s (or ‘Sallies’), books in her arms and a look of determination on her face.

She’d obviously been walking pretty fast from the library. Her hair was swept around her shoulders and her cheeks and nose pink from the walk. In contrast, I had just woken up and was only just on my way to breakfast.

The first week of my university life had been spent a) hiding in my room, b) hiding in the library in Sallies, c) hiding amongst the friends that I already knew from Eton. I had resolved that I couldn’t spend the rest of the year (or four years) like this and had a new found determination to make more friends. There was no time like the present.

‘Er hi’ I said as she rummaged in her bag for her keys. Her room was across the landing from mine and a few doors down.

She turned to face me, ‘hi’. Her subsequent expression was the same one that I’d seen a thousand times. That sudden registration of who I was. ‘Oh’.

I ploughed on, hoping to break the impending awkwardness, ‘I’m Will’.

I thought I saw a twitch on her lips. She knew my name. I knew she knew my name. ‘Catherine, or Kate, whichever. Nice to meet you’. A crimson blush was creeping up her neck and into her cheeks.

I shuffled my feet, ‘you too…so erm…’

Before I could finish, she cut me off, gesturing to her books, ‘I should really get on’

‘Of course, yeh, see you around!’ I waved my arm in the air, then realised how over the top it was to wave at her across the hallway. I pulled it down self-consciously.

‘Have a good day’, she said and scuttled off into her room.

I blew out my cheeks the second she was out of sight. It was hard enough talking to new people, it was even harder talking to girls.

The dining hall at Sallies wasn’t your average canteen. With its oak panelled walls and stained glass windows, it looked more like an old court room. It certainly felt like one the first few times I’d entered it. Everyone turned from their long benches when I walked in, and gawped as I made my way to the top of the hall, as if I was a guilty man walking. The table my friends and I sat on was next to ‘High table’, which was used for formal dinners with academics every Thursday night. Each student would get a chance to attend one of these dinners during the year. I had been asked on my first week, but declined the invitation, saying I couldn’t make it that night. In truth, I didn’t want to single myself out so early on.

I sat down next to Oliver, who’d become a good friend.

‘Finally!’ he scoffed, stuffing a piece of toast into his mouth. ‘I thought you were never going to emerge from your cave.’

‘My first lecture is at 11, there was no need to get up’, I said, looking over to the queue to the breakfast buffet.

‘There is if you want to get the pick of the good food in the morning.’ He lowered his voice. ‘Plus all the fit girls eat breakfast early’.

I laughed and scanned the room. There were plenty of good looking girls in Sallies. Coming from an all boy’s school, it should’ve been a feast, but I found myself nervous and suspicious of them all.

‘Kate’s late today’, he said looking over to the breakfast queue.

I turned my head. There was the girl I’d just met, plate in hand, standing alone at the back of the queue.

‘I suppose I’d better start queuing before all the food’s gone’ I said, getting up.

Oliver sniggered, ‘convenient’.

‘What? I only just met her like two minutes ago’

‘Better get in quick, all the good ones get taken in the first term’

I’d heard about the feral hormones that raged in first year halls. Relationships were made, one night stands had and the contagious spread of ‘he did, she did’ gossip was hard to avoid. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be involved in that, I was a young man after all. Just that I couldn’t afford to have the whole country hear about my bedroom habits for the sake of one night of sex.

‘Hi again’ I said as I got in the line behind Kate.

‘Oh hi’ she said sheepishly.

‘So, early trip to the library was it?’ I asked.

She moved along, picking up pieces of fruit from the platters. ‘I just wanted to get some of the core reading done before lectures start properly’.

She seemed reluctant to look me in the eye and focussed on choosing her breakfast.

‘That’s smart. What are you doing?’

‘History of Art’

‘Oh really? Me too’

She finally looked at me and smiled. ‘I know, I saw you sleeping under your hat in the introductory lecture’

I laughed, ‘I wasn’t asleep, I was just keeping my head down, there were a lot of people there.’

I don’t know what compelled me to be so honest, but despite her nervousness around me, there was something inherently calming about her.

‘I’m sorry, I didn’t realise’ she said, clearly embarrassed.

‘It’s fine, don’t worry. To be honest I didn’t take much of that lecture in’.

We got to the end of the line, both choosing fruit and muesli, and laughed when we looked at each other’s matching plates.

‘Did you want to sit with us? You know Oliver don’t you?’

‘Oh I’m sorry I’m meeting the girls.’ She gestured over to a group of girls who were sitting at a table trying not to look over to us. I recognised a few of them from our floor. ‘But I’ll see you in the lecture later?’

‘Sure, yeah’.

We carried our food to our separate tables and I glanced over to her as we did. Her friends giggled and started interrogating her in hushed tones.

Kate, however, merely shrugged and carried on with her breakfast.

I never did see her in that lecture. Well I saw her, but we didn’t speak. In fact, we didn’t speak for the next two weeks.

Love stories are often made out to be lightning bolt moments. That moment where you see a person for the first time and they change your world instantly. It wasn’t like that for me. I’d had girlfriends before who I’d fancied immediately and followed them around like a lost puppy. With her, it was different. I thought she was attractive, of course. Everyone did. But she wasn’t like other girls. She had an air of quiet confidence as she walked around campus or sat in seminars. Yet it was like she didn’t realise she was special.

It was one Autumn evening that I spoke to her again. I was bent over my desk attempting an essay on renaissance art, clicking my pen on and off as I tried to wrap my head around it.

University wasn’t all I’d hoped it would be. I’d made some good friends and experienced the typical student nightlife, but during the day, I struggled to keep up with the work and dozed off during lectures.

I slammed the book shut and let out a frustrated growl. I had a 10 am deadline and had barely written 100 of the 1000 words required. As it was Tuesday, most of my friends had gone out to take advantage of the half price drinks at Ma Bells and I knew if I didn’t finish this soon, I’d have to do it under the noise and chaos of their return from the bar.

It was then that it occurred to me to try and get some help. I’d seen Kate in lectures scribbling down notes for the whole hour while I played noughts and crosses with course mates. I just prayed she hadn’t gone out.

Stepping across the hall, I gave her door a gentle rap. It took me by surprise when I heard a soft ‘come in’ from the other side.

Opening the door, I found her sitting cross legged on her bed, print outs and notes spread across her duvet, and a highlighter in her hand.

‘Oh hey’ she said, looking slightly taken aback to see it was me.

‘Sorry, am I interrupting? You doing that renaissance essay too?’ I said, suddenly feeling incredibly awkward being in her room.

A student bedroom wasn’t like a regular bedroom. I was a place to sleep, eat, work, stress out and hide away. It was like a whole home rolled into one tiny space. With the exception of my extra security measures, Kate’s bedroom was identical to mine. A single bed took up almost the length of one of the walls, and a desk spanned the back wall, with a single window above it. The room also crammed in a wardrobe and a book shelf. Like everyone else, Kate had decorated her room in her own style. Her walls were covered in photographs of people – presumably family and friends – and scenic views. Other than a few books lying around, it was remarkably clean and tidy; a world away from my pig sty of a bedroom.

‘No no, I finished that a couple of days ago, I’m just reading up for the next lecture’

‘Wow’ I said, shocked at her ability to be so organised.

She lifted an eyebrow at me and smiled, ‘sooo, have you done yours?’

I instantly felt at ease at the slight derisiveness in her tone. ‘See, that’s the thing, I was hoping, if you’re not too busy that is, that you could give me some pointers?’

She immediately piled up her notes and put them to one side, ‘what do you need to know?’

Somehow, Kate knew that by ‘pointers’ I really meant that I needed to know everything we’d been taught in our renaissance module.

After collecting my notes and laptop from my room, I sat down opposite her on her bed and we went through my question, ‘How did Giotto liberate Italian painting from the traditional Byzantine style of the early Middle Ages?’

There were four questions to pick from, and unfortunately she’d chosen a different one from me, yet still knew a remarkable amount about the subject.

‘How do you know all this?’ I said, after she described one of Giotto’s paintings to me.

She blushed, ‘I spent some time in Florence in my gap year – am I being a know-it-all?’

‘Not at all’ I laughed.

As she explained her twelve weeks in Florence to me and pointed out the panoramic views of the city on her wall that she’d taken, I noticed a distinct twinkle in her eye.

‘So what did you spend the rest of your gap year doing?’ I asked, relishing the time not talking about myself.

‘Actually, I went to Chile with Raleigh’ she said reluctantly.

‘No way! So did I! Don’t tell me we went at the same time?!’

Any ideas of doing my essay were quickly thrown out the window as we spent the next half an hour talking about our expeditions in Chile. As it turned out, Kate had been there a few weeks after me, but was well aware I’d been. She just hadn’t wanted to bring it up.

‘We should probably crack on’ she said pointing at my laptop after a long conversation about one of the expedition leaders and his tendency to wear the same socks every day.

‘Yes, right’ I said, clearing my throat. ‘Work…right’. I placed my fingers on the keyboard willing them to type something.

‘Here’, she grabbed a scrap piece of paper, ‘it will help to plan it out’. On it she wrote the essay question and highlighted some of the words in her pink highlighter, drawing lines from each of them.

‘So “Giotto”, who was he and why was he important? Then “Byzantine style”, what was this style? Then “liberate”, how did he liberate it, what did he do?’

I sat watching in awe, ‘you make it look so simple’

‘Once you’ve chopped the question up, it is simple’ she smiled. ‘Do a paragraph for each with a few quotes from the textbooks, plus and introduction and conclusion and you’re done. That’ll be good enough for-‘ she looked at her watch ‘-11 pm the night before’.

‘I should probably know how to write an essay by now, shouldn’t I?’ I said, embarrassed that she had to explain it to me.

‘It’s different to school, you’ll get the hang of it. Besides mine might be a load of rubbish’

‘I doubt that very much, you’re far too prepared with your fancy highlighter’

She giggled, ‘here, have it’. She handed the pink highlighter to me. ‘For good luck’.

I used it so much during that year that I only gave it up when the ink ran so dry that it left barely visible scratchy pink lines across my notes.

That night marked the beginning of our friendship. We began to walk to lectures together and sit together in the lecture hall. She even managed to get me to concentrate on the odd occasion. But even that wasn’t enough for me to enjoy the subject. As the first term drew to a close, I was having serious doubts about the course I’d chosen, and Kate’s obvious enthusiasm for art history only confirmed my thoughts that it wasn’t for me.

Luckily for me, I’d managed to make a tight knit group of friends who I could trust with my indecision. But it was Kate that convinced me to stick with St Andrews and by the time the second term came around, I was a Geography student.

When we returned that January, everything seemed brighter.

‘It was strange not having you in the lecture today’ Kate said one evening as a group of us huddled over bags of fish and chips in the common room.

‘I can’t say I missed it, present company excluded obviously’

She gave me a small smile, but turned away quickly.

Our friendship was easy and natural, but there was still a part of her I felt I didn’t know. She was open when she was with her girlfriends, but when it came to hanging out with the boys, she held back. She was certainly aware of the effect she had on them, with the amount of offers she’d had. I’d heard through the gossip chain that she’d been on a date with an older student named Rupert just before the Christmas break. She hadn’t mentioned it to me or any of the other boys.

‘You coming out on Thursday?’ Fergus asked me. As a friend from Eton, Fergus and I had maintained a close bond.

‘I’m going to dinner at the High table, I should probably accept this time’

‘So come out afterwards, you’ll need to get pissed to wipe the memory of it, trust me’

Kate turned back around ‘you’re going on Thursday too?’

‘Yeah…you as well?’

She nodded and I grinned. Suddenly the prospect of a formal dinner with academics sounded a lot better.

‘Aww look at you two’ Fergus teased.

‘Shut up’ I said chucking a chip at him.

‘Do you want to go down together’. She looked at me uncomfortably and I stumbled. ‘Just so it’s not as awkward walking in I mean’

‘Oh…ok yeah’ she said, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Next to me Fergus was sniggering childishly.

Looking back, it was obvious what he knew long before I did.

By the time Thursday evening came around, I was back to dreading the dinner. Pulling at my tie, I knocked on Kate’s door.

‘Just a minute!’ she called from inside.

An image flashed through my mind without my consent. One of her getting dressed in her room. In her underwear. I blinked quickly to swat it away.

‘Hey!’ she said, opening the door. For once, her room was a mess, with clothes and shoes all over the floor. ‘You look smart’.

‘I feel like an idiot, but you look erm…’

She was wearing fitted black dress that went down to her knees and had small thin straps. Compared to the student uniform of jeans and a hoodie, it wasn’t what I was used to. Her hair was straighter than usual too, and seemed bouncy and shiny.

Amazing was what I wanted to say, ‘…erm very formal’

She looked down at herself and pursed her lips, ‘is it too formal?’

‘No no no, that’s good! You look good formal, perfect’.

‘Well that’s alright then’ she said, grabbing a shawl from the back of her door.

When we got to the main hall, academics and fellow students were mingling around looking distinctly awkward while clutching onto their drinks.

‘This looks fun’ Kate whispered sarcastically.

I smirked at her, trying not to laugh. I got us both a glass of champagne and shuffled around the room saying hello to everyone.

When it was time to be seated, me and Kate gravitated towards each other and sat on the far end of the long table with an academic either side of us.

The academics made a point to speak to us all at the dinner table in turn.

‘So William, you’ve changed your course to Geography. I trust you’re finding it easier than your last course?’ a tweed clad lecturer asked me.

‘Well it’s only been a few days, but I think it’s a lot more suited to me. I couldn’t get along with history of art’.

‘You do have to have a certain flair for that subject, not everyone has an eye for the nuances of art’, he took a swig of wine.

At university, I’d learned there were two main types of people. Those who wanted to befriend me at any cost, and those who were vocal in their dismissal of me in an attempt to show how much they didn’t care. That academic was in the latter group.

‘Actually William has a great eye’, Kate suddenly said, before he could speak again. ‘But I imagine Geography will be more of a challenge for him intellectually, not less’.

The academic looked slightly put out and I blushed.

‘Well yes I suppose’ he said grudgingly. ‘So you are enjoying the subject?’

Kate nodded enthusiastically, ‘I love it’.

‘What are your plans after university?’

I noticed how he hadn’t asked me that question, no one ever did.

‘Well at the moment I’d just like to get on with my degree, but maybe if I do well, I’d like to go into curating’.

The academic nodded and muttered something about that being the typical route for art history graduates, but I had stopped listening. I was more interested in watching Kate as she smiled politely, listening to the next student speak.

When the dinner was over, we left the hall at the first given opportunity. As we walked back up the stairs to the bedroom, Kate checked her watch. It was already 10 pm.

‘Thanks for sticking up for me in there’.

‘No problem, he was being a bit of an idiot’ she laughed.

‘At least that’s over and done with now’.

‘Yeah’ She seemed in a hurry to get back to her room, where as I was keen to chat to her for longer.

‘Are you coming out now? I’m meeting the others in town’.

She glanced away, ‘Oh. I’ve made other plans’.

It was clear that she didn’t want to divulge what the plans were or who they were with but a sinking feeling in my stomach told me I probably knew.

We said goodnight and I got changed into jeans and a jumper. A few minutes later after texting Fergus to find out where they were, I headed out onto the green lawns of Sallies quadrangle.

Straight ahead of me, walking towards the gate away from the halls, I saw them. Kate was smiling up at Rupert as he talked animatedly, gesturing with his hands. I heard her laugh ring over the quadrangle as she slipped an arm into his and realised that her dress, the hair and everything else was for his benefit. Not for the dinner’s, and certainly not for mine.

My stomach sunk into my feet.

Once I was aware of those feelings, I couldn’t escape them. Every little thing she did made me like her more. The way she got up early to go swimming even when she’d had a late night. When she was so raging drunk that she had to be carried into bed. The way she was so into her studies that even when we all teased her, she still worked harder than all of us combined. And how she would do anything to stop me winning in our tennis matches.

Rupert had become a regular feature at Sallies, and I had gotten used to seeing him around. Not that I was particularly happy about it.

One night after a bar crawl, we were all stumbling to our corridor and Kate was attempting to drag him to her room.

‘I have to go, or I’ll miss my study group in the morning’ he told her.

‘Please please please’ she said, locking her arms around his neck. He held onto her waist to keep her standing.

‘I’ll text you tomorrow’, he seemed completely sober compared to her.

She pouted her bottom lip and attempted to kiss him.

‘Let’s get you to bed’ he said, and wrenched her arms apart.

I hung around in the corridor for the next twenty minutes, where my friends were congregating with pieces of jam and toast to help sober them up.

Rupert came out of Kate’s room not long after and trotted down the stairs without so much as a goodbye.

‘What a dick’ I slurred to no one in particular.

‘Who?’ Fergus said.

‘That bloody Rupert the Bear’.

Fergus laughed, ‘he’s an alright bloke’.

‘No. No.’ I waved my arms around aimlessly. ‘An alright bloke doesn’t say no to her’.

Fergus’ eyes lit up mischievously ‘I fucking knew it!’

‘What? No. It’s not like that. Don’t be a dick’.

He patted me on the back sympathetically, ‘plenty more fish’.

I slumped against the wall. ‘Yeh but but she’s not a fish though’.

‘No, you’re right, gotta respect women – she’s a woman, NOT a fish’.

To my mind the words coming out of my mouth were perfectly sensible, ‘she’s not just a fish, she’s a dolphin, like a really pretty dolphin’.

Fergus nodded gormlessly, ‘right, yeh a dolphin’.

It was when Fergus started making a squeaky dolphin call that I knew it was time to go to bed.

I was more than relieved to break up for Easter if only to get away from Fergus making dolphin noises whenever Kate was around.

That April, the trees started blooming in the quadrangle and I was happily settled at St Andrews, and doing a course I enjoyed.

For all of us at Sallies, thoughts had begun to move to what was going to happen next year. For me, it was harder than most, I not only had to find people to live with, but those people had to be ones I trusted. On the first day back after Easter, Fergus, Kate, and her friend Olivia came to me with a proposition.

‘We’ve been talking’ Fergus began. ‘You and I decided we wanted to live together next year right?’

‘Yehhh’

‘And Olivia and I want to live together’ Kate continued.

‘Okay’ I said.

‘So how about we all move in together’ Olivia concluded.

The idea of living with Kate next year had never really crossed my mind. In fact I’d worried that I wasn’t going to see her at all next year.

‘Are you sure you want to live with boys?’ was my first reaction.

Kate laughed. ‘To be honest Will, I think we’ve all left it a bit late. We should’ve started looking in February. I think we’re each other’s best options right now’.

‘I suppose…as long as you’re all comfortable with it’ I was speaking collectively but only looking at Kate.

They all nodded and so it was decided. Within the week, Kate and Olivia had found a little house in Hope Street for us to move into. Once my security had made its checks and plans, the contracts were sent to Kate.

One evening, she came to my room, contract in hand. My room looked like a bomb had hit it and I swept around picking up dirty underwear and socks from the floor. She’d only been to my room a number of times during the year as I tended not to invite anyone in.

‘I hope you’re going to be tidier in the new house’ she joked as I tripped over my desk chair in an attempt to hide the two week old pizza box on my TV.

‘Course, it’s just revision time, you know?’

She tilted her head to one side, ‘I’m joking Will. Though you are a slob’

‘Oh. Yeah I knew that’.

She handed me my contract and made to leave.

‘Is there anything I need to look out for in the contract?’ I asked in a vain attempt to keep her there.

‘Just what you’d expect. If you paint a wall, paint it back when you leave. No pets. Pay for anything you break, that sort of thing.’

‘What about guests staying over?’ I said, my mind formulating a way to ask about Rupert.

‘I think it’s ok as long as they don’t end up living there’

‘Right yeah, so, um, does Rupert mind you living with two guys’. Evidently my attempt to be subtle failed.

Kate blushed and started adjusting her hair, which was in a high bun. ‘We’re not seeing each other anymore’.

If I could’ve floated up to the ceiling I would’ve.

‘Since when?’ I said, trying to sound casual.

‘Oh just before Easter’

‘Sorry’

‘It’s fine. Anyway I better get on’. She said it so quickly that I didn’t get a chance to ask her what happened.

I regarded Kate as one of my closest university friends and yet I couldn’t help feeling a little deflated that she hadn’t already entrusted that information to me. We talked about almost everything together. She teased me when I was being stupid, calmed me down when I was pissed off, and guided me when I was feeling a bit lost. There was still or door that wasn’t open to me, and I knew if I didn’t act soon I would never be let in.

Kate now being free and single had a strange effect on me. I was jubilant and yet still reluctant to do anything other than admire her from afar. As far as I could tell, she had no idea how I felt and no feelings for me in return. We continued to hang out as normal in our group, until one night, Olivia and her loose lips changed everything.

It was a raucous post-exam blow out in June and seemed like the whole of Sallies had come out on the quad to celebrate the end of the first year. Streamers, foam and toilet roll covered the trees and grass. Stereos were placed in about ten different windows causing a mass of different music to bounce of the buildings. Alcohol was in plentiful supply and we had a variety of bottles scattered on our section of grass.

Kate and her girlfriends were sat under one of the trees chatting and giggling. I watched as a couple of them got up, leaving just Kate and Olivia hidden by the tree’s canopy of branches.

‘Hi’ I said, walking over and hovering over them awkwardly.

‘Hello’ Kate said and patted the ground next to her, ‘sit’.

I sat down and helped myself to some wine. ‘Having fun?’

‘Yes, apart from we keep getting deserted so those two can go and flirt with the fourth floor lads’ Olivia said.

I looked over to where their two friends were play fighting with some boys over a bowl full of pink liquid that was apparently a cocktail.

‘Do you not fancy some of that fluorescent drink?’ I said to Kate.

‘No thank you!’ she winced.

‘Because you’re a lightweight?’

‘I’m not a lightweight, it just looks disgusting’

I smirked at her as a reminder of the time I had to take her home at 11pm after she had mixed her drinks.

She pulled up a bit of grass and threw it at me, ‘shut up’

‘I don’t believe I said anything’ I laughed.

‘You don’t have to say anything. Your face is annoying’

I spluttered into my wine, ‘my face is annoying?’

‘Yes – you have a smug face’ she clarified.

‘That’s mean. I think I might need to rethink moving in with you’

‘Good’

‘Great’ I threw a wine cork at her and it bounced off her knee.

‘You’re such a child’ she laughed.

‘You started it’ I pulled up some grass and sprinkled it in her hair.

‘That went in my wine!’ she squeaked.

‘As fun as this is, I think I might go mingle’, Olivia stood up abruptly.

I’d forgotten she was even there.

‘Sorry Liv! It’s Will’s fault, stay please’ Kate gave her a winning smile.

‘I think Will would rather have you to himself’ she said, not unkindly.

Kate stopped her protests and went bright red. The smile was wiped off my face too and I stared into my glass.

‘Ooookay, I’ll leave you two to it’ Olivia escaped, looking amused.

We sat quietly until I could think of something to say. I hadn’t realised that Olivia knew how I felt about Kate. In hindsight, it was obvious. The way I buzzed around her. The way she was the only person who I’d get up for to go for an early swim with. The fact that she was the only girl I complimented on nights out.

‘We can swop wines…if yours has grass in it’ I offered wetly.

‘It’s only a couple of blades’ she smiled, but wouldn’t look at me.

Now was my opportunity and I knew it.

‘So that was awkward’

‘Liv can be a bit funny when she’s been drinking’, she said, consciously pulling down the denim skirt she was wearing.

Around us, bodies were falling over and entwining with each other in a messy display of alcohol fuelled passion. I looked at her, wishing I could be that uninhibited at that moment.

‘I don’t mind being alone with you’ I said abruptly.

‘Yeah, it’s fine’ she said, looking around the quad.

‘I mean, I like being alone with you’.

She looked at me, her cheeks turning slightly red to match the colour her lips had become from the wine.

‘I think you’re really cool’ I continued, cringing at my every word. She knew what I was trying to say but wouldn’t take the bait.

‘Thanks’ she said quietly.

‘Do you think that maybe when we get back next semester…I could take you out or something?’

She finally stopped staring into her glass and looked up at me.

I wanted the ground to swallow me up. The look of sympathy on her face was excruciating.

‘I’m really flattered, but um, sorry, but no’

‘No?’

‘I think you’re lovely Will, I really do, but not in that way.’

‘Is it Rupert?’ I asked out of nowhere.

She seemed taken aback, ‘no of course not’

‘Why did you two break up?’ Since I’d already humiliated myself I had nothing to lose.

‘Because he was too busy with uni stuff … it’s not really important though’

I fired off another question, ‘you seemed to really like him’

‘Well yes…but I think I went out with him out of being homesick more than anything. Anyway –‘ she said before I could ask anything more about Rupert. ‘ – I am sorry, I didn’t know that you liked me’

I fidgeted with my glass, ‘I kind of thought you might like me a little bit’

Her body stiffened in surprise, ‘why?’

‘Just how you kind of look away when we’re talking sometimes’

There was that look of sympathy again. ‘I did that because I didn’t want you to think I was flirting. I know how much hassle you get from girls and I really didn’t want you to think I was one of them’

I nodded slowly, ‘well this is embarrassing’.

She put her hand on my knee which didn’t help the situation, ‘let’s just forget about it, I won’t tell anyone’.

‘I think everyone already knows’, I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. ‘Anyway I’m gonna go chat to the boys’.

‘I’m sorry’ she said again as I got up.

‘It’s fine’, I lied.

Summer was a welcome break after Kate’s rejection. I spent time at Highgrove and in London, as well as on the polo field. Female company was plentiful, but even when a girl was laughing at my jokes and obviously flirting with me, I couldn’t get Kate out of my head.

She didn’t even have to try to make me like her. She had an ease about her that made me feel at home whenever she was around and I missed that. I had invited all my university friends to Highgrove, but Kate had declined, sending me a simple text to say she was going on holiday.

When we got back to St Andrews in the Autumn, I had no idea how I was going to be around her.

Arriving to our house in Hope Street, I found my housemates in the living room deciding on the position of the television.

‘Finally!’ Fergus said as I walked in. He came over to give me a welcome whack on the back.

Olivia queued behind him and gave me a hug as she said hello. When I got to Kate, she gave me a loose hug with her head turned in the other direction.

‘Good to see you’ she said as she pulled away.

That evening, Kate and Olivia went out to get some Chinese food as Fergus and I stayed in to cart the girls’ boxes up the stairs.

‘What is going on with you two?’ Fergus said as I passed him on the landing.

‘Who?’

‘You and Mother Teresa, who’d you think?’

‘Nothing’ I said shortly, dropping a box of shoes into Olivia’s room.

‘Bullshit. You’ve been avoiding her all day. Spill’, he leant against the bannister.

‘I asked her out alright? And she said no’

Fergus was a hawk when it came to gossip and his face opened up like an excited child, ‘when?’

‘Before the break. Now can you hurry up and get those other boxes’. I was irritable but he knew my breaking point and I was nowhere near it yet.

‘What was her reason?’

‘She doesn’t fancy me, what else’

‘Urgh. So that’s it, you’re not speaking to her now?’

‘I am speaking to her, but I’d rather avoid humiliating myself again’

He ran down the stairs and ran back up with Kate’s radio, ‘oh come on, you two have so much in common’

‘Thanks genius’ I said sarcastically.

‘So why have you given up so easily?’

‘Did you not hear what I just said?’ I ran back down the stairs to pick up another of Olivia’s boxes. I was leaving all Kate’s stuff for Fergus.

‘Oh come on Willy, if at first you don’t succeed…’ he grinned like the Cheshire cat.

‘I’m not trying again!’

‘Mate, stop being a wimp, you said it yourself, you humiliated yourself, you can’t go any lower than that!’

In a twisted way, what he was saying made sense. Kate knew how I felt now, I’d already done the hard bit.

Fergus winked at me conspiratorially. ‘She might’ve changed her mind over the summer, you never know’.

Kate hadn’t changed her mind, I found out the next day.

She’d asked me to go on a long walk with her to clear the air. As we walked up the hills of Fife, she spent ten minutes telling me how nice I was and how sorry she was about how insensitively she’d reacted.

‘So there’s no chance you’d want to go on a date then?’ I said with my new found realisation that I had nothing to lose.

The hair was whipping her hair all over her face and she pulled it back, ‘no, but I love you as a friend, I really do!’

‘Thing is Kate, we have a lot in common, don’t you think it’d be a shame not to try?’

She looked a little surprised but kept her trademark composure, ‘I don’t want to lead you on’.

‘You wouldn’t be because I know how you feel – or don’t feel’ I offered.

She tucked some strands behind her ear which immediately became loose. ‘We have to live together, let’s not ruin that’.

‘If it doesn’t work out, that’s fine’ I said.

She looked at me through her dark lashes, ‘I’m sorry’, she said, cutting the conversation short.

I was beginning to hate the sound of that word.

The thing about Kate was that she was extremely popular with the boys. When we went out she would get multiple offers, and said no to all of them.

On the week we came back to university, a large group of us met at Ma Bells for a bar crawl. Kate was wearing jeans and a strappy black top, with her trademark hair curling down her back. I did my best not to stare at her.

The place was packed, full of freshers who were already half cut. As we stood at the bar attempting to buy some drinks, one of the drunken guys clambered up to Kate.

‘Can I get you a drink?’ he said, his glass of beer splashing over his hand.

‘No thank you’ she said and turned her gaze back to the bar.

‘Come oooon. It’s a free drink!’ he placed his arm around her waist and she shrugged him off.

‘I said no’ she said, more sternly this time. ‘Please don’t touch me’.

‘Whatever Morticia’ as he walked away, his hand grazed along her bum.

She turned and tried to slap his hand away but missed. He laughed in her face and carried on walking.

My heart pounded with anger and I pushed myself off the bar with the intention of grabbing him by the shoulder and forcing him to apologise.

A warm hand landed on my forearm and stopped me before I could get anywhere near him.

‘Leave it. Please’ she said.

‘He’s a…’ I started.

‘A caveman, I know. But you don’t need to be in the papers for having a bar fight. At least not in the first week back’. Despite the noise in the room, her voice was gentle. ‘I appreciate it though, thank you’.

I held onto her green eyes for a fraction longer than I should’ve before nodding.

That night taught me two things. One. That Kate wasn’t just a friend. She was a best friend who would protect my reputation above herself. Two. That every other guy in St Andrews would never treat her as well as I would.

And I was determined to prove it.

The following day I asked Kate on a date again. She said no.

And so on the following day I asked her once more. She said, regretfully, no again.

A week on I found an advert in a newspaper for an opera that was coming to Fife. I knew she liked opera, so tore it out and scribbled ‘you and me?’ on it. I slipped it under her door one evening. In the morning I found it on the floor next to my door with ‘You, me, Fergus and Liv?’ written on it with a smiley face.

We went back and forth like that for weeks, with her saying no in the most polite way she could to every idea I had. But even she had a limit to her patience.

By the end of October, and on average, after five requests for a date every week for a month, Kate had stopped being so gracious and had stopped apologising for rejecting me. Instead she’d reply to my texts with You know this is classed as harassment, don’t you? or No thanks stalker.

I liked it better that way.

Late one evening I lay in bed unable to sleep and shot her a text.

You awake?

A reply came a few seconds later.

Yes.

What you doing?

Reading.

Can I come and read with you?

No you can’t.

Liv and Fergus won’t hear.

No.

There’s an old book store in town, it sells antique books and stuff.

I know, I keep meaning to visit that place.

Shall we go together?

In a purely platonic way, then yes.

Great, I love books.

Course you do.

I do!

I don’t think I’ve seen you reading for pleasure in the whole time I’ve known you.

I do it in secret. I’m quite brooding and mysterious like that.

LOL.

Why is that funny?

Go to sleep William.

That weekend the two of us visited the book store, Bouquiniste in town. It was a cold October day and Kate was wrapped up in a big coat and red scarf. I teased her about overdoing the winter gear but resisted the urge to tell her she actually looked quite cute.

Bouquiniste was shabby from the outside with a worn out sign and books covering the windows. When we got inside, it was as dark and dusty as expected, but Kate seemed to love it.

The shop keeper gave us a quick hello from behind the counter and carried on reading her book. For a small shop, it crammed a lot in to its three aisles that spanned the width of the space. After walking down each aisle, we ended up at the back of the shop in the classics section.

‘Oooh Emma!’ Kate whispered.

I turned around looking for the source of Kate’s excitement, ‘who?’

She laughed quietly. ‘Emma…you know the book?’

I looked at her blankly.

‘Jane Austen?’ she added.

‘I know who that is!’ I said triumphantly.

She rolled her eyes, ‘Emma is one of her books. It’s my favourite Austen. And this copy is Victorian, isn’t it gorgeous?’

She handed me the book which was slightly tattered and covered in a deep red patterned leather jacket.

I sniffed it and coughed, ‘it’s a bit musty. Is it a first edition?’

‘William!’ she said in scandalised hushed tones. ‘Jane Austen was not from the Victorian era, honestly, you have so much to learn’.

‘Maybe I could have a private Austen lesson from you?’

She rolled her eyes again and put the book back carefully.

‘Is that a yes?’ I asked as we moved along the shelves.

‘You know it’s not a yes’, she said trying to hide a smile.

‘I don’t know why you’re being so stubborn about this’ I said, pretending to look at an old art book on the shelf.

‘I don’t know why you’re being so persistent’ she said in return.

‘I thought that was obvious actually’ I laughed drily.

She shook her head and turned away.

‘It would be so much easier if you just said yes you know’

‘Or you could just stop asking me’

‘Am I really that repulsive?’ I looked at her, pretending to be sad and she hit me lightly on the shoulder.

‘I’m not looking for anything like that from anyone right now’

‘So we can just go on a date! I’m not asking you to marry me’ I realised that I was acting like an annoying child, but it seemed to be working.

‘You don’t give up do you?’

I grinned widely. ‘How about this. You let me take you out on one date, and by the end, if you’re still not interested, I’ll admit defeat. I won’t ask you out ever again.’

I watched her as she mulled it over, scanning my face with her curious green eyes.

‘It’s going to be a long couple of years otherwise’ I added for good measure.

‘Alright fine!’

‘Really?!’ I don’t know who was more surprised, her or me.

‘Yes, but you have to promise you’ll stop after the date. And it’s only one date’ she said, pointing at me like I was a naughty child.

‘I promise. You never know, you might come back for more’

‘Shut up’ she laughed. ‘We’ll never get your head back through the door at this rate’.

All my intentions of knuckling down to study that week were quickly forgotten. We had set a date for the following Friday which gave me a few days to prepare.

Unfortunately for me – and for Kate – going on a date to a restaurant wasn’t realistic for me and so I had to be a little more inventive. There came the benefit of being friends; I knew what she liked and didn’t like and could create a date purely aimed for her.

By the time Friday rolled around, all I had told Kate was that she needed to wrap up warm and wear some walking shoes.

‘So where are we going?’ she asked, eyeing up the big backpack I was wearing as we got into my car.

‘You’ll have to wait and see’ I smiled as I put the bag in the boot.

‘I’m guessing we’re going on a hike? That or we’re leaving the country, what on earth is in that bag?’ she asked.

‘So many questions! Just enjoy the drive’ I started the ignition and made my way out of St Andrews.

The entire duration of our twenty minute drive was spent with Kate interrogating me about our destination. Unfortunately, she was astute enough to realise we were driving to the coast and that we’d be going hill walking when we got there.

‘Eleven o’ clock is quite early for a date, you know?’ she said as we approached Anstruther.

‘Hey, you said we could go on one date, you didn’t specify any time limit! I’m taking advantage of the opportunity’. I glanced in her direction and was pleased to see she was smiling.

I parked up on a scenic spot on the sea front and we headed out on the coastal trail.

‘Do you want me to carry any of that? I feel kind of bad that I’m not carrying anything’ Kate asked, looking at the backpack again.

‘I’ve got it thanks. And if that’s your way of finding out what’s in here, then try harder’

She narrowed her eyes at me and gave up.

Over the next hour we wove our way around the coast line of the small fishing village of Anstruther. Avoiding the harbour with its shops and cafes, we kept to the walking trail which was flat, but slightly rocky at times. Nevertheless, it was away from the main part of the village, which was exactly what I wanted.

The two of us chatted easily as we walked about the village, university and home. Truth be told, I hadn’t planned the conversations out like I had everything else and the line between a date and two friends going for a walk was blurry.

‘So, you still thinking of curating after uni?’ I asked, trying to steer the date into less familiar territory.

‘I think so’ she said, kicking some stones along the shore as she went. ‘I’d love to work with art every day. You know, set up exhibitions, get people engaged with it and stuff. I think it can come across kind of stuffy and pretentious’.

‘You’re telling me!’ I scoffed.

‘Will…why did you even take History of Art? I’ve kind of always wondered’

‘Because I didn’t know what else would be…useful. For my future, I mean’, I flinched thinking about the tense conversation I had with my father when I decided to drop the course.

‘It just seems so unsuited to you now, sometimes I can’t believe you even took it’, she looked up and smiled at me sweetly.

‘I know I know. At least I fixed it before it was too late’.

She hesitated for a moment and then carried on talking, ‘what do you think you’ll do after uni?’

How refreshing it was to have someone ask me that, and how happy I was that it was her asking.

‘Go into the army I suppose. Until…until I can’t anymore’. I stopped short. I hated thinking about my life after university.

‘What would you like to do, if things were different?’ she asked softly.

‘You mean if I were normal?’ I said sarcastically.

‘No’ she said plainly. ‘I mean if your life was normal. You’re already pretty normal from where I’m standing’

I held back on grinning like an idiot and concentrated on answering the question, ‘I’d want to do something that was making a difference, something with conservation in Africa if I could, or a paramedic even’

‘Those are two pretty different jobs’ she laughed.

‘You know what I’m getting at though…don’t you?’

‘I do’, she said placing her hand on my arm. For a moment I thought she was going to hook it in the crook of my arm like she did with Rupert. ‘You want to be able to make use of yourself for the greater good, that’s pretty cool’.

‘Shame I won’t get the chance’ I said, raising my eyebrows.

‘What do you mean?’ she said, suddenly animated. ‘You’re going to have an amazing opportunity to be a voice for all of this stuff’

‘I’d like to be more than a voice’ I said resentfully.

‘Oh Will, stop!’

She meant it metaphorically, but I did so physically, halting on the shore. She did the same and turned to me.

‘I know your future is really scary – God knows I couldn’t do it – but you have the biggest platform anyone could hope for. You’re going to be able to give all of the things a step up. So maybe you won’t be able to work with the animals in Africa, but you’ll be able to tell the WHOLE WORLD about it and they’ll listen!’

She gesticulated wildly with her hands.

‘You really think people will listen to me?’ I said cynically.

‘Well not at the moment no. Maybe when you grow up a bit though’. She shrugged and began climbing some rocks.

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ I called to her, clambering behind.

She turned and grinned wickedly at me.

‘Are you just trying to wind me up?’ I said, exasperated.

‘Maybe – or maybe I’m just trying to show you the positive’. She plopped herself down onto a rock. ‘I’m kind of hungry’.

‘You don’t take any bullshit, do you’ I said, sitting next to her.

‘Not really’ she leant her head on her knees. ‘Does it make you like me less?’

‘Nope. More.’

Kate was delighted to find that some of the items in my bag were two bowls, two spoons, some bread, and a thermal flask full of tomato soup.

‘Did you make that?’ she asked as I poured a generous portion into her bowl.

‘What do you think?’

‘You never know!’ she laughed.

‘I didn’t have time to take cooking lessons this week, otherwise I would’ve’.

She patted my knee, ‘this is fine’.

‘Maybe on our next date I’ll cook for you’ I sniggered, but she merely looked at me sideways while she ate a piece of bread.

When lunch was done with, I slipped a baseball cap on to disguise myself and we wondered back into the village to have a look around. It was a fairly cold November day and it almost felt like we had the place to ourselves.

‘So is this a good date so far?’ I asked her.

‘Pretty good, yes’.

‘The best you’ve ever been on?’ I ventured.

‘Ask me when it’s over’ she laughed.

There wasn’t a lot to see in the village other than a few shops so we decided to go into the most touristy shop we could find.

The shop was covered in tartan paraphernalia, from bags to hats and umbrellas.

‘I should get that for my brother’ I joked, pointing at a tartan hat that had long ginger hair attached to it.

Kate laughed and browsed through a rack of cheap kilts, ‘you should wear one of these’.

‘I don’t think I’ve got the legs’.

‘Course you have, every man looks good in a kilt’, she held a pink and green one up to my waist.

I took a step towards her, ‘even me?’

I thought I saw her blush and she put the kilt down, ‘even you’.

After walking around the shop, we ended up at the confectionary counter where they were selling local sweets and fudge.

‘That looks yummy’ Kate said, and she bent down to survey the different flavours, ‘shall we get some for the house?’

We chose a selection of clotted cream, strawberry and vanilla and I insisted on paying for it as Kate looked at the boiled sweets.

When we left the shop, I handed her a small paper bag of fudge.

‘Are we going to eat it all before we get home?’

‘No, this one is just for you’

She opened it to find chunky cubes of chocolate and mint fudge. ‘How did you know I like chocolate and mint?’ she asked, beaming.

‘I pay attention to you’

‘Oh. Well thank you, that’s very sweet of you’, she handed me a piece and we went back to find a secluded area on the shore to sit.

For the next couple of hours, we simply sat and talked while polishing off the bag of fudge. We talked about our families and the weird traditions we had at Christmas. I laughed at the thought of her father dressed up in various costumes as their Christmas day tradition. Kate laughed as I described some of the gifts my brother and I had bought my grandmother over the years.

We talked about children – Kate wanted three, and I wanted two.

We even talked about exes, and why they were exes.

‘You know you’re very dear to me, don’t you?’ she said after we discussed which exes we were still friends with.

‘But not in a “you’re hot” way?’

She rested her head on my shoulder, ‘in a “you’re an awesome friend and always will be” kind of way’.

‘I suppose I’ll take that’ I leant my cheek against the top of her head.

For all my trying, a second date wasn’t looking hopeful. Yet being in her company, separated from everyone else was enough in that moment.

‘Are you ready for dinner?’ I said after a few moments, noticing she was closing her eyes.

The sun was beginning to set and it was going to get pretty cold, despite it only being five o’ clock.

She popped her head up, ‘there’s dinner too?’

‘I told you I was taking advantage of the time with you didn’t I?’ I stood up and reached out to pull her up.

We walked up to the harbour again and found the place I’d looked up online.

‘Ansthruser Fish Bar’ she said, ‘are we having fish and chips?!’

‘We are, if that’s ok with you? This place is award winning apparently’

‘I love fish and chips!’ she said as if she wasn’t expecting a fish and chip shop in a fishing village.

‘I know Kate’.

When we got back to our spot, the tide had stared to roll in, so we placed ourselves on a grassy bank higher up.

‘Hold on’ I said as Kate began to sit down.

I opened up my bag and pulled out a picnic blanket and three candles that I’d stolen from next to our bath.

‘Are those Liv’s candles?’ Kate laughed.

‘She won’t miss them’. I placed them in a line along the blanket and lit them all with a lighter.

‘You thought of everything didn’t you?’ she said as she sat down and carefully unwrapped the fish and chips.

‘This is my attempt at romance’. I pulled out a bottle of red wine from the bag and two plastic glasses.

She laughed when she saw it and remarked that I was like Mary Poppins.

As the dusk settled, we ate our dinner in a comfortable silence. When Kate pulled her sleeves down to cover her cold hands, I dug around my bag to find the blanket I’d packed for that very possibility.

I placed it on her lap and she let out a quiet ‘oh’ of surprise.

‘Have you had a good day?’ I said slightly out of sorts. She was looking at me in a very odd way.

‘It’s been lovely Will, really’.

We sat looking at each other for a moment as I thought of something clever to say. She really was very pretty.

‘The candle’

‘What?’ I said, breaking the moment.

‘The candle!’ she launched up, throwing everything off her.

One of the candles was lying on its side having fallen over. It was quickly catching onto the threads of the picnic blanket.

Kate acted immediately, stomping on the small fire until it was extinguished.

‘Well that was a disastrous end!’ I said blowing out the other ones.

‘It was an eventful end.’ She laughed. ‘And in answer to your question before, I suppose, yes it is.’

It took me some time to figure out what she had meant by that statement. I ploughed through our conversations from the date, until, finally I accepted that she meant that it was the best date she’d been on. I tried not to look too much into it. Kate had made it clear that she only liked me as a friend and I had accepted it.

I kept to my promise and didn’t ask her out again, but couldn’t help flirting with her in the week that followed our date. I was pushing my luck, I knew, but to my surprise, she didn’t resist as much as she had before. When I complimented her, she no longer accused me of trying to woo her. And when I held onto her waist as I squeezed past her in our small kitchen, she didn’t seem to mind. She even let me monopolise her time when we went out, as we danced until the early hours.

On one particular Friday, the four of us staggered back into the house at four am.

‘It’s freezing!’ Olivia squealed, throwing her bag on the couch. ‘I’m putting the heating on’

‘The radiators need bleeding, it’s not going to make much of a difference’ Kate said, kicking her heels off.

‘Why haven’t you boys done anything about it!’ Olivia shouted from the kitchen, where she was attempting to work out the central heating switch.

‘Why should we do it?!’ Fergus said, collapsed on the floor.

‘That’s very sexist Liv’ I laughed.

She popped her head around the kitchen doorway, ‘just because you don’t know how to do it’

‘Course I do!’

Kate laughed quietly and I immediately felt the need to prove myself. Most people assumed that I was useless around the house, and for the most part they were right. I couldn’t cook, hated cleaning and Kate had to teach me how to use a washing machine. But I was resourceful.

‘What you laughing at?’ I said, poking her in ribs.

‘Nothing’ she said, slapping my finger away.

‘Fine, I’ll do yours first!’ I grabbed radiator key from under the sink and legged it up the stairs and into her room.

The three of them ran after me and watched as I knelt down next to her radiator. I slotted the key onto the screw and attempted to turn it.

‘Erm do you know what you’re doing?’ Fergus asked from the doorway.

‘Yeh!’ I said slightly too loudly as I struggled to turn the key, ‘the air just needs to come out’

After a minute of me struggling with it, Fergus and Olivia gave up on me and left to go to bed. Kate stood behind me looking concerned.

‘It’s fine Wi –‘ she began just as I wrenched the screw.

‘ARGH!’. Boiling hot water came spilling from the side of the radiator and onto my hand. ‘FUCKING HELL!’

The pain seared across my hand and I shook it manically. ‘GOD THAT HURTS!’

Kate ran out of the room and was back within seconds with a bowl of cool water and a flannel. ‘Come here’, she ordered.

I sat on the edge of her bed and she dipped the flannel in the water and squeezed the water over the back of my hand. She continued to do it in silence, dousing my hand with the water.

‘Maybe you shouldn’t have done that with the central heating on’ she said.

‘Sorry’ I mumbled.

‘It’s ok’ she gave the top of my hand a little stroke.

‘You know, you’ll make a good wife to someone one day’ I said. ‘Though not to me’

She smiled, ‘well you’ll make a good husband too. When you learn how to do manly things around the house’

‘And maybe I should work on my first dates too’

‘Your first date skills are fine’

‘Because it was your best date ever?’

‘Well yes’ she said, focusing on my hand.

‘But not good enough for another one?’

Kate bit her lip and avoided making eye contact with me, ‘mmm’.

‘Mmm? What does that mean?’

‘Nothing…’ I could almost see the cogs turning in her head. ‘I just wouldn’t mind if there was another one’.

I stopped short and gaped at her. ‘Are you serious?’

She said nothing but her cheeks were turning pink.

‘You want to go out with me again?’

‘Maybe’

‘Maybe? MAYBE?!’ I roared with laughter.

‘Shhhh!’

Suddenly the pain in my hand disappeared. ‘I can’t believe after all that, you ACTUALLY want to go out with me. I thought you weren’t interested?’

‘I changed my mind’ she said.

‘Why?’. The grin was plastered onto my face.

‘Because you’re sweet…and you take notice of things. And you’re persistent’

‘I thought that annoyed you?’

‘It did. It does’ she laughed. ‘But it was also quite nice in a way’

‘Do you fancy me Kate?’ I challenged, because I wanted to hear her say it.

She rolled her eyes, so I poked her in the ribs again with my good hand.

‘Do you do you do you?’ I continued poking until she physically had to push me away.

‘Yes! Ok? Yes’.

That night marked the beginning of our relationship. The friendship that we’d carved over the past year had given us the foundation for what would become some of the happiest years of my life. But even stuck in our little bubble of St Andrews, I was determined to protect her from everything that came from being my girlfriend.

For the first few months, we’d go out with friends in tow. At the cinema, we would all go in huddled together, but once inside the room, Kate and I would sit at the end of the row discreetly holding hands in the dark.

It wasn’t so easy to be affectionate elsewhere, but we made do with friendly cuddles and a kiss on the cheek when we met for coffee after lectures.

Our first kiss didn’t need to be so discreet. We had stayed in one evening in early December while Olivia and Fergus took advantage of the cheap pre-Christmas drink deals at Ma Bells. We were grateful for the time alone that had so far been confined to one of our bedrooms with our housemates wolf whistling through the door.

Kate had taken over the spaghetti bolognaise that I had attempted for our fourth date, and was gently stirring the mince in a new pan as I scraped the burnt remains off the first one in the sink.

‘Leave it to soak, it will come off easier later’, she said, a hint of amusement in her voice.

I threw the scourer onto the draining board, filled the pan with water and huffed.

‘It might need a squirt of Fairy Liquid too’ she said carefully.

I grabbed the washing up liquid and squirted a generous amount into the water without saying a word.

‘There’s no need to sulk’ Kate giggled.

‘I’m not sulking, I’m just pissed off it went wrong AGAIN’, I glared at the floor, thinking of the two other dinners I’d ruined recently.

‘To be fair, you were just not concentrating, it would’ve been ok if you kept stirring it’

‘Yeah well I got distracted’ I said.

‘By what?’

‘By looking at you’

‘Oh so it’s my fault now is it?!’, she carried on stirring with one hand, but used the other to smack me with a tea towel.

‘Yes, I was deep in thought’

‘About what…or do I not want to know?’

‘About how I’d like to kiss you but I don’t know if you want to kiss me’

She stopped stirring and a smile crept across her mouth, ‘why don’t you try and find out’

Heart thumping, I walked over to her and leant down. She didn’t look up from the cooker until I’d given her a peck on the lips. When I did it again, she responded, settling her face into mine. Her lips were as soft as I’d imagined and her scent was one that I only could identify when I got that close to her. Raspberries.

I removed her hand from where it was clasped around the wooden spoon and locked my fingers into hers.

It was as if everything had slotted neatly into place.

Our relationship wasn’t one of huge public displays of affection or massive passionate breaks ups and make ups. It was a deep and comfortable connection that no one could rival.

She was the person I could talk to about anything, knowing that she would understand my need to go over things over and over again. She was patient and kind, but was never shy in putting me in my place.

Falling in love with her had crept up on me.

In our third year, we had move out of Hope Street and into a more remote cottage just out of town. It gave us the opportunity to take long walks in the countryside, spending hours talking until it got dark. The realisation that I loved her came after one of these walks when Kate was curled up in my bed having fallen asleep while we were watching a film.

Her hair was fanned across the pillow and her fingers were curling in and out of her palm. I wondered what she was dreaming about. I suddenly realised that I wanted it to be like that for the rest of my life. I wanted to see her every morning and talk about what we’d dreamed about the night before. I wanted her to fall asleep next to me every day and subconsciously nestle into my side like she often did in the middle of the night.

Words were not my forte, however.

The following day, I went out to buy a card for our first anniversary. Throwing out any formalities, I just wrote ‘love you’ on a postcard of Anstruther that I’d found in the newsagents.

‘Here you go’ I said, giving her the postcard and kissing her in the kitchen later. ‘Happy anniversary’.

There was the smell of something chocolatey coming from the oven.

‘Aww thank you’ she said taking it and laughing at the postcard without reading the back. She placed it down on the counter. ‘I know we said no gifts but I thought I’d bake you something’.

She opened the oven and pulled out a tray of brownies. My postcard suddenly looked very lacklustre.

I thanked her and we engaged in a long cuddle. ‘Are you going to read the card?’, I said, mumbling into her hair.

She looked up at me suspiciously, and untangled an arm to grab the postcard. I watched her face turn from amusement to surprise as she read the back.

‘You don’t have to say it back’ I jumped in as she was about to speak.

‘Don’t you want me to?’ she said.

‘Course I do, just…no pressure’.

‘I love you too’ she said shyly.

They were the words I never thought I’d hear from a woman, let alone a woman like her.

While Kate continued to study hard for her degree, I left all the academic work until the last minute, preferring instead to play sports or go out and get drunk. University for me was a once in a lifetime experience. I was well aware that this level of freedom would never come my way again and I was determined to exploit it.

Kate would often remark that I still acted like a fresher well into our final year. She on the other hand was mature beyond her years. She had plans for everything; colour coded charts and lists upon lists of things she had to do. I encouraged her to be more spontaneous, and would often take her to the coast at a minute’s notice just to break the cycle.

On a January day in our final year, she was holed up in her bedroom working on her draft introduction for her dissertation. Her tutor had wanted it the following day and she’d spent days poring over each of the 2000 words.

‘Do you want to get some air?’ I said, appearing at her door with a cup of tea.

She was sat in her usual position, cross legged on her bed, with her notes and laptop in an ordered chaos around her.

‘I need to get this done’, she said without looking up, her eyebrows furrowed.

‘How many drafts have you done of this draft?’ I laughed.

She didn’t find it funny and merely shook her head.

I sat next to her, being careful not to mess up her notes and rubbed her back, ‘come on, it’s only the introduction, you’ve got months to change it. He just wants to see you’ve made a start’

‘How can you be so relaxed about it?’

‘Because it’s not a big deal’ I said.

‘It is to me’ she snapped.

‘It’s our last few months, we should be enjoying it’

‘I came to university to get a good degree, not to get wasted every night’ she didn’t look at me but she didn’t need to.

‘Fine’ I growled, placing the tea on her bedside table, and left the room.

It was our first proper argument, and the first one that I didn’t give in on. Late that night, she crept into my room and burrowed under the covers.

‘Have you finished it?’ I asked, still wide awake.

‘Yep. Finally’ she whispered.

We lay next to each other for the best part of fifteen minutes, listening to the ticking of my clock.

‘I’m sorry’ she finally said. ‘I love you.’

I tuned over and pulled her close. That was the thing about Kate; she had me wrapped around her little finger. Even for someone as stubborn as me, I couldn’t remain angry with her. I was firmly under her spell.

In our final months at St Andrews, we spent as much time as we could together. Naturally, all talk in our house turned to the dreaded post-uni plans. With Fergus, Olivia and many of our other friends deciding on masters or jobs to apply for, I shied away from the question.

That is with everyone apart from Kate. We talked at length about the future as individuals and as a couple. She worried that we wouldn’t get to see each other after we left Scotland, and secretly I worried about it too. We talked for hours, trying to plan how and when we would see each other and how we could keep it quiet from the media. The constant conversations exhausted us both and we began to get frustrated that there was no simple answer.

It was something that consumed us over those final months. Each time we spoke about it, we left it unresolved to the extent that we began avoiding it all together.

The issue only came up again one evening during a rowdy dinner party we’d thrown. Kate was sat on the staircase alone as the rest of our group of ten chatted noisily in the living room.

‘What you doing over here?’ I asked, taking a seat next to her.

‘Just taking some time out’. She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

I took her hand, ‘what’s wrong?’

‘I’m just scared of things changing’

‘They don’t have to’ I said, resting my chin on her head.

‘What about in the future? Like years into the future?’ she said suddenly. ‘What will be expected of me?’

Conversations about our future was usually reserved for the immediate future, not years in advance. I thought carefully about what to say.

‘Well you’ll be expected to be a kind of support to me. But you can do whatever you want’ I added.

‘Are you sure about that?’ she looked at the ground.

‘Remember what you said on our first date? That I have the opportunity to support so many things. It’ll be the same for you…and you’ll be amazing at it, if it’s what you want of course?’

‘I want you’. It didn’t pass me by that she had avoided the question.

‘What about when the press find out about us. When they find out where I live, where I work…’

‘We can cross that bridge when we come to it. I’m going to look after you, don’t worry’, I smoothed down a wayward piece of her hair.

‘There’s this graduate traineeship I’ve seen, for curating’ she said, changing the subject.

‘Oh yeah?’

‘Yeah, it’s for two years. It looks pretty amazing’

I kissed her on the head, ‘you should apply for it, sounds perfect for you’

Curating was something Kate had talked about since our first year and it was an idea that she’d become more passionate about during her degree. Her enthusiasm for it was something that I was often jealous of; because I knew she could turn her passion into a career and I couldn’t.

She leant into me and sighed.

A hint of something twisted in my stomach; a reaction that I tried to ignore and push aside.

It was dread.

The final week of university was bittersweet.

My plan was to get some work experience at different places and then make a decision on what route to take. But my eagerness to begin my adult life properly was tinged with the knowledge that the best few years of my life were about to come to an end. I was going to miss my friends, who had become like a second family. I was going to miss the seclusion of St Andrews and the agreement with the media to leave me alone. But most of all, I was going to miss her.

We savoured the moments that we could see each other every day and took advantage of not having to plan the times that we saw each other. But the days seemed to pass so fast that even when we were together twenty-four seven, it didn’t feel like it was enough.

Bored of packing my room up, one afternoon, I went to distract Kate.

She was knelt on her bedroom floor carefully wrapping up some photo frames in bubble wrap.

‘That was an awesome night’ I said, pointing at a picture of her and I at a ball last year. I was wearing a suit, and she had on a little black wrap dress. She had danced me under the table that night.

She smiled sadly at the picture and wrapped it up, ‘there’s been a lot of awesome nights. I can’t imagine having so much fun over the last four years if you had left in first year’.

I sat down on the end of her bed, wrapping my legs around her. ‘I doubt I would’ve stayed if you weren’t here’.

She tilted her head up and began to speak, but noises of clattering from downstairs where Olivia was packing her kitchen stuff stopped her.

‘Shall we go for a walk?’ she said.

It was a warm May afternoon and with exams over, everything and everyone seemed more relaxed; even the Scottish weather.

We strolled hand in hand to our favourite isolated spot half a mile from the house, when she began to slow down.

‘I need to talk to you’. The tone in her voice was suddenly grave.

‘Ok’

‘I’ve been given a conditional offer for that traineeship’ she said.

I lit up immediately, ‘that’s amazing!’ I said, grabbing her into a hug.

She let me and then pulled away, ‘as long as I get a 2:1 or above, I’m on it’.

‘Brilliant, that’ll be no problem for you then’, I couldn’t disguise my pride at her achievement.

‘The thing is, it’s not all in the UK’

The atmosphere dropped around us, ‘where…’

‘There’ll be a few months in London, and then I go to Moscow, then Madrid, and Venice’

‘Wow, well I’ll miss you, but it’ll be an amazing experience, and you’ll come home often won’t you?’

She didn’t say anything and just looked into the distance.

‘Won’t you?’ I repeated.

‘It’s for two years with a possible proper job at the end of it’

‘What are you trying to say?’

‘I don’t think this…us…will work.’

I laughed but it came out sounding strained ‘we’ve talked about this, we can make it work.’

‘How? If I take this traineeship, we’ll be apart for two years, and when I come back I’ll get a job I love. Then what? I give it all up?’ Her face was set in an agonising expression.

‘Look, all that will happen when we get married. Before that, you can do whatever you want! You’ll have years before that’.

She remained unconvinced.

‘I thought you loved me’ I said, petulantly.

‘I do!’ she said, offended. ‘It’s just I’ve worked hard for the past four years….’

She didn’t have to continue because I understood what she meant. This is what she had been working towards for four years. The late nights, the stress, the argument we’d had; it was all building up to the moment she left university.

And I was asking her to put it all to one side for me.

Kate was everything I ever wanted and more. The problem was that ‘more’ didn’t include me.

‘Please don’t do this’ I said, feebly attempting to change her mind. ‘Go, enjoy it, but we don’t need to break up’

‘I think we do’

‘But WHY!?’ I said, almost shouting.

‘Because I’m not sure, and it’d be unfair to you to be not sure’, tears were pushing up into her eyes.

‘You’re not sure about me?’

‘Of course I’m sure about you. But I’m not sure that I could be totally happy living that life. I’m not sure I would be able to do it. Maybe in a few years that would change. But right now, I can’t keep wasting your time and pretending I’d be ok with it. Because I don’t know if I’m ok with it.’

I couldn’t argue with that. Who was I to hold her back, to ask her to commit herself to a life she didn’t want.

She cupped her palm around my face and leant her head against my chin, ‘I’m sorry Will.’

There was that word again, come back to haunt me.

We avoided each other for two days, not speaking or looking at each other. Even being in the same room together was torture.

We had all decided a week in advance that we’d spend our last night having dinner at the house and then go into town with our other friends.

Dinner was a tense affair and by the time we were ready to go out, I was ready to call it a night. Despite the fact Kate and I weren’t speaking, I still wanted to spend the final evening in her presence. Anything else would’ve felt wrong.

We made it to one of our favourite bars that we often visited to play pool. I could see Kate attempting to be cheerful, greeting our friends with hugs and pretending that everything was fine. She was in a denim skirt, tights and boots with a black top. Her hair was half pulled back from her face showing off every one of her features.

It was like a stab in every part of my body every time I remembered she was no longer mine.

Half way into the evening, some guys from uni decided they wanted to play pool with the girls in our group. One in particular from Kate’s course took a liking to her. He was tall, with strong broad shoulders and an easy confidence. Kate politely allowed him to show her how to aim into the pocket using a complicated ricochet move.

There was no touching, no sense of chemistry. Just a man showing a woman how to play pool. It was something that I would’ve ordinarily done.

She tried the move and failed, then tipped her head back and laughed.

I clenched my fists and made for the door, shoving the guy out of the way with my shoulder as I went.

‘Whoa! Careful mate’ I heard behind me. But the blood was rushing to my ears, pounding so loudly that I could barely hear.

I got home, slamming the door behind me and retreating to my room. I must’ve only been standing there for a few minute when Kate came bursting through my bedroom door.

‘What do you think you’re doing?!’ she shouted.

‘Go away’ I said, the words struggling to come out.

‘You were really rude back then’ she said angrily.

‘Well maybe you shouldn’t flirt with people right in front of my face’ I retorted.

‘I wasn’t flirting and you know it!’

I did know it, I just wanted to hear her say it.

‘Please don’t be like this Will’

‘What do you expect?’ I snarled.

‘For us to part as friends? Like we started?’ Even as she said it, I could tell she wasn’t convinced.

‘I don’t want to be your friend’ I said. ‘You’re…’

I couldn’t finish the sentence because I knew she already knew what I wanted to say. Soul mate. I had called her it once and she’d laughed asking if it usually takes that long for soul mates to get together.

Instead, I took a step towards her and kissed her hard on the mouth. She released a small sob but carried on kissing me anyway.

Neither of us spoke as we unbuttoned, unzipped and peeled away our clothing, clawing and grabbing at each other until the sun came up.

In the morning, she was already dressing when I woke up.

‘Why did you let this happen?’ was the first thing I said to her.

‘What?’ she said, her back turned to me.

‘Why did you spend three years with me if you knew you didn’t want my baggage?’

‘I wanted you’

‘So you just let me believe that we’d stay together?’

‘I thought we’d stay together. I didn’t start thinking about what would happen after until a few months ago’. Her voice was tired.

‘You’ve known for a few months and let it carry on then’

‘Stop it William. Please don’t make it harder to say goodbye’. I could tell she was crying even with her back turned.

I sat up and glared at the ground. ‘Fine. Goodbye Kate.’

I refused to look at her, but I knew she was facing me now. I could tell just by listening to the shallow sounds of her breathing. I don’t know how long she waited there for me to give her something more, but eventually her weight lifted gently off the bed. The sounds of her breathing, that I’d become so used to having beside me, and expected to have beside me for the rest of my life, were replaced by a soft click of the door.

The crowds had lined the streets on Graduation Day, just as we’d expected. I waved at them, and they happily waved back. But to me, their faces were just a blur. There was only one person I wanted to see.

She stepped onto the lawn; scroll in hand, her robes flowing behind her. Her skin was tinted and glowing and a beam spread across her face as her family came to congratulate her. If she knew I was looking in her direction she didn’t show it as she chatted and laughed, her dimples dipping into her face.

It was the last time I ever saw her.

“I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.” ― Jonathan Safran Foer

Balmoral

I open my eyes to find George and Emma gaping at me. It takes a moment for one of them to speak.

‘What happened?’ Emma says, her voice coarse.

‘I’m sorry?’ I say, and take a sip of water.

‘What happened to her? To this Kate person’ she asks, mouth still agape.

‘Well’ I sigh, ‘I presume she went and did her traineeship, I didn’t have the heart to find out’.

‘What about mum?’ George interjects.

‘Kate was the reason I met your mother.’ I tread gently, knowing how hard this must be for them to hear. ‘A couple of years after university, Fergus organised a reunion of sorts. The thought of seeing Kate again made me want to run and hide, so I went and played at a charity polo match instead. That was where I met your mother, as you well know’.

‘I had no idea this person ever existed’ Emma says dumbfounded. ‘You’ve never mentioned her, not once, not even as a friend!’

I suddenly feel very tired. ‘Yes well, I’m not proud of how things happened.’

‘Did Mum know about her?’ Emma asks.

‘Yes, to an extent. She didn’t know exactly what Kate meant to me though’ I say.

‘Which was what exactly?’ George looks at me with a warning look in his eye. He was always fiercely protective of his mother.

I can’t bring myself to say the words so Emma does it for me.

‘She was the love of his life. Obviously.’ She says it so plainly and it surprises me.

‘I loved your mother very much’ I say, trying to reassure them both as if they are both still children.

It was true, I did love their mother. She had been a support to me for over fifty years and the day that she died five years ago was one of the hardest days of my life. As much as I loved her, I still never stopped thinking about Kate. About the way I felt like I was floating whenever I was near her.

‘Why did you feel the need to tell us all this?’ George says, still angry.

‘Because I’m about to die, I suppose. I wanted someone to know how special she was’

‘I’m sure her own family know that’, George snaps and stands up.

‘Look, son, when you get to my age you just want to talk about the past. To make amends. The way things ended with Kate has haunted me for my whole life’.

My hand starts to shake and Emma grabs it. My heart strains again and I rub my chest. It seems to get worse every time I think of her.

‘George please’, he is turned away from me but doesn’t turn around.

‘Oh for goodness sake’ Emma stands up and grabs George by the arm. ‘We all have our secrets, this is one of daddy’s. He dying, get over it’.

Emma always did have a wonderful way with words.

They sit with me for another hour, asking questions occasionally, but I am beginning to drift in and out of sleep. I hear them get up and leave, and then the mumbles of an argument in the corridor outside. I don’t know what they’re discussing, but I hear the familiar sound of George relenting to her before I sink into a deep sleep.

The following morning, I wake up wondering if yesterday’s events really happened, feeling a mixture of anxiety and relief.

My eyes creak open and I turn my head with an enormous effort. A pair of eyes are looking back at me.

Green eyes.

My heart jolts in a way that I didn’t know was possible anymore.

‘Hello’ she says.

I am transported back sixty years as her voice runs through me.

‘How did you?…what?’ is all I can say.

‘I got a phone call yesterday afternoon asking me to come up to Balmoral urgently’ she says quickly.

‘But how…’

‘Your daughter is quite resourceful apparently’ she laughs.

I laugh too despite my shock and notice her face for the first time. Her grey hair is tied up in a neat bun and wrinkles are set deeply in her face. But her eyes are still exactly the same.

‘You look beautiful’ I say.

‘Smooth as ever’ she says, rolling her eyes.

It’s as if nothing’s changed.

I am at a loss for words until she takes my hand knowingly.

‘Shall we go for a walk?’ I say. I don’t want her to see me like this, confined in this room.

I may be dying but my pride is very much still alive and kicking.

The nurses help me into my wheelchair and take me out to the grounds where Kate takes over, pushing me gently along the paths.

‘How have you been?’ I ask.

‘Good, and you?’

‘Well I’m dying, but other than that, life has served me well. What about you? I want to hear about your life.’

She tells me all about that past sixty years. How she did her traineeship and gained a job at the end of it. How she followed her dream and ended up curating all around Europe’s galleries. How she met her late husband at work and they had three children. Just like she always wanted.

‘How many grandchildren do you have?’ I ask.

‘Five’

‘Ha! I have six. Beat you’

She laughs, ‘it’s not a competition William’

‘Of course it is, it always is’.

She settles down on a bench and places my chair next to her. ‘This is a lovely place’ she says.

‘I’m sick of it’ I say grumpily. ‘How about you take me out somewhere’.

‘St Andrews is only a couple of hours away’ she jokes.

I stare at her, ‘let’s go’.

‘William –‘

I take her hand in both of mine. ‘Please Kate, I’ve been stuck here for weeks. Let’s go back, I’ve been meaning to go for years but I always put it off’. The words come out in a jumble but she knows I mean them.

‘I don’t want a dead man in my car’ she says.

‘You drove here?!’

‘Yes’ she says looking affronted. ‘I’m old, not an invalid’.

I chuckle, ‘how about you take this invalid on a ride then?’

Kate leaves me outside and sneaks up to my room, collecting my medication and a few blankets.

‘I could go to prison for this’ she says when she returns, rolling me to the driveway at an alarmingly fast rate.

‘Emma and George didn’t see you did they?’

‘No’ she says breathlessly, packing her little red car.

Between the two of us, I am hauled into the passenger seat, brimming with excitement. I direct her to a side gate where I know there is only one guard standing.

I pop my head out of the window and say to him, ‘I’ll be back soon, they know all about it’.

The guard looks slightly startled, looking around for my security convoy, but before he can question it, Kate speeds away from the gates, the two of us laughing like naughty schoolchildren.

Two hours later, we arrive in St Andrews. We comment on all the things that have changed as we drive around – which is almost everything. The only thing that has stayed the same are the university buildings and we both descend into a respectful silence as we pass Sallies.

After much discussion, we decide on a remote area near to our old cottage. Kate pushes me up the small hills with some effort until we find a stone wall she can sit on.

On the way here, Kate stopped for snacks and she pulls out a packet of chocolate brownies from her bag and rips them open. We munch on them in silence.

‘My children are going to kill me’ I say.

She laughs. ‘Emma is lovely by the way, both of them are. You did well there’

I cough and she hands me a bottle of water. I take it but my hands are shaky and she holds it in place for me.

‘They are wonderful children’ I agree. ‘Did George give you a hard time?’

‘He was perfectly gracious’ she says. ‘Just like his father’.

I smile and she holds onto my hand.

‘Yes Emma is certainly more like her mother. Or her namesake’

She looks at me curiously.

‘Emma?’ I say, smirking. ‘You know the Jane Austen book?’

‘You named her after Emma Woodhouse?’, she says.

‘Well someone recommended the book to me a long time ago, so I read it’

She bows her head and squeezes my hand, tears springing to her eyes.

‘Kate.’

‘Don’t say it’ she pleads.

‘Say what?’

‘I don’t know, but it’s bound to make me cry’

‘I want to say sorry. The way we left things…the way I said goodbye to you –‘

‘It was my fault too’ she says. ‘I didn’t make it easy’.

‘You did what was right for you’. The wind is gathering and I wrap my coat around myself tighter.

‘I loved you’ she says, looking into the distance.

‘I’ve loved you for sixty years’.

‘Sometimes I think I missed my chance to be truly happy’, she brushes some crumbs off her lap.

‘You haven’t been happy?’

‘No, of course I’ve had a wonderful life, with a job and a husband and beautiful children, but something was always –‘

‘Missing’ I finish.

‘Yes’.

‘Yes.’

‘If I could do things again…’ she begins.

‘Hey, we don’t need to dwell on that. You’re here now’

‘I should’ve been there then’

My bones are achy and stiff but I lock her fingers with mine, ‘we’ve had happy lives. Maybe not the ones we expected back then, but we got through it’

‘I didn’t get over it though’

I look at her and her eyes are glistening.

‘Neither did I. Not fully. But I always wanted the chance to tell you I was sorry’

‘Well you’ve said it now’

‘Not just for being a complete idiot that day. But for not fighting for you. I should’ve tried harder’

‘I didn’t really give you a choice’. She leans against my shoulder and I place my chin on her head.

‘I just wanted you to be happy’

‘I have been. In my own way’, she says stifling a yawn.

I can’t suppress a laugh. ‘Does this remind you of anything?’

She closes her eyes and smiles, ‘we just need you to set fire to something now’.

Two bags of chips later and we head back home, ready for the torrent of anger from my children.

‘What you do think you were doing!!??’

‘Do you know how dangerous that was?’

‘We were worried sick!’

But I’m not listening. I can still feel the Fife wind on my face. Still taste the salty chips. And still feel her hand on mine.

I am tired but walking on air. I’m put back into bed and instruct my children that if they blame any of this on Kate I will cut their inheritance in half.

As the sun sets, Kate sits next to my bed. My heart is slowing again, but this time I don’t try to fight it.

‘I should probably leave you to rest’ she says.

When I look at her, she is the girl I fell in love with. Her hair tumbles around her shoulders in brown waves, her cheeks are pink and rosy and her eyes are glinting. I reach my hand out to touch her face, finding it smooth and soft as it always ways.

‘Stay’ I say.

She leans over and kisses me softly on the cheek. Butterflies explode inside me.

‘You should be with your family now’ she says gently, passing a wet drop from her eyelashes to my cheek.

‘Kate’

‘I know Will. I know. I’ll see you again, I promise’

She knows. At last, she knows.

I’m faintly aware of movement around me, more people enter the room and some leave. There is a constant sound off weeping somewhere.

Flashes of colour pass through my mind. My children clambering over me in the garden, and the smell of the grass. My wedding day; the taste of the smoke from the fireworks. The charred taste of slightly burnt spaghetti bolognaise.

I hear the slow thud of my heart over the voices around me, relaxing with every beat.

Until I can’t hear or see anything anymore.

And yet, my senses pick up one final thing.

Raspberries.

The End.

#katefiction #royal fanfiction #cambridge fanfiction #kate middleton

21 notes · View notes

fckinev · 4 years

Text

English Love Affair (calum hood x reader)

*in the last week i have listened to english love affair more times than should be allowed and i don’t doubt amazon music is very worried about me, but dear goodness the things i would let calum hood do to me are RIDICULOUS. also sorry i’m posting AGAIN this week, i like writing here because no-one actually knows me n it’s less pressure to write well lol

summary - your band is opening for 5sos and it’s the final night of touring with them. over the year you’ve been planning and actually touring with the other band, you and calum had gotten insanely close to the point you developed feelings. and right before the tour started, calum told you he felt exactly the same way. you lived your relationship through secret meetings, not even telling your bandmates. but tonight, people are going to know, calum’s making sure of it

warnings - not a warning as such, but you’re english in this for context! otherwise, just implied sex and swear words :)

length - pretty short! it won’t take long for you to read, like ten minutes max

personal thoughts - honestly i have none. head empty for all but calum*

“No, Ellie’s right,” Shreya says, spinning her chair around to face you, “This really is your last chance.” Her makeup is only halfway done - her left eye is intricately decorated and defined, her right completely bare - but she still manages to make you take her seriously. You shake your head and roll your eyes, getting off the dressing table to collapse on the sofa. The prep room in Sydney is your favourite of all the prep rooms you’ve been in the last few months. You hate to think that this is the last prep room you’re going to be in for at least a year - you’ve been exhausted this whole time but you don’t want the tour to end.

“Actually I think I’m right, I will have other chances than this.” You state, throwing your legs over the arm of the sofa so Ellie will play with your hair. Shreya tuts and turns back to her mirror, picking up a palette and starting on the other eye. That was one thing your band was adamant remained - Shreya was allowed to do her own makeup, Ellie could do your hair and if you didn’t like the clothes they suggested you just wouldn’t wear them. When you were laying those conditions out, Luke laughed. Not cruelly, but in admiration. You were still a pretty small band at the time but you were willing to completely abandon this opportunity if it meant you couldn’t do it your way.

Ellie sighs. “Y/N, we’re saying this with love, you won’t. After this tour, there’s no real reason to keep hanging out with him. Sure, you can ask to go to lunch with him or invite him to a party or something but it won’t feel the same. Like, come on, we’ve seen the way you look at each other. That electricity is going to fucking fizzle the second we go home, mark my words.”

You almost feel bad that you haven’t told either of them what’s going on - little do they know, that electricity is going to continue to do its thing for the next three months that you’re spending with Calum at his house. He suggested it tentatively in Los Angeles, sat on the roof of the hotel you were staying in with a blanket wrapped around the both of you, and you instantly told him you could imagine nothing more perfect. He looked so happy when you said that you couldn’t help but kiss him, the first time you had done so somewhere that wasn’t a locked room. He didn’t hesitate to return it. But you know what they’re like in interviews - they’ll tell anyone anything without being prompted, they have never once kept a secret. Their logic is that if everyone knows everything about you guys no-one can expose you, but Jimmy Fallon did not ask about the time Shreya started her period while going commando with a skirt on and bled all over a car park without realising and he definitely didn’t want to know. A secret relationship would be outed in the first minute, you’re sure of it.

“And if you do want to hang out with him, even for a couple hours, you’re going to have to be on a plane for two whole days. You understand that, right? A whole day there and back on a fucking aeroplane just to shyly flirt with this guy for a little while. But if you start a relationship with him, right, you can stay here for a bit, you’ve got a reason to. That means you can actually, like, live out the I’m-dating-Calum-Hood fantasy. And even if he says no, you live on opposite sides of the world, it’s not like you’re going to awkwardly bump into each other. Now is the perfect time to tell him!” Shreya says, doing her eyeliner in one sleek movement. You smile and shake your head again.

“I’m staying here anyway, we’re gonna get food with Ashton and his girlfriend on Friday.”

Ellie stops playing with your hair and Shreya freezes, both of them staring at you intently.

“My aunt lives here, my mum says we should spend some time together before she dies.”

Shreya snorts.

“That’s what she said?” Ellie asks, giggling.

“Not exactly, but yeah, that’s what she said.”

“Well, I’ll stay here with you so you don’t get bored with her. I’m not ready to go home yet.” Shreya offers, finishing her makeup with immaculate lipstick before sitting on the armchair opposite the sofa.

“NO, no, don’t.”

Shreya looks justifiably offended and you sigh.

“I just mean that... I want to take this time to spend with family and stuff, you know? I haven’t seen her since I was, like, ten, I miss her.”

That part is true, but your aunt who lives here is actually perfectly healthy and your age. She probably won’t be dying any time soon.

“What about practice?” Ellie asks, tapping your head so you’ll sit up.

“FaceTime.”

“And demos? Full offence to Apple, FaceTime doesn’t do you justice, we can’t record stuff over FaceTime.”

You pause. “I can send you voice clips. I’ll buy myself a proper microphone if I have to.”

Ellie hesitates. “What about us?”

You giggle, tapping her arm teasingly. “What are you, obsessed with me?”

Shreya rolls her eyes. “Well, we’ll miss you. The flight won’t be nearly as entertaining without someone to draw on.”

“Draw on each other, I wouldn’t let you draw on me again anyway.”

Before Shreya can reply, the door opens. It’s Calum. He’s sweating yet still looks so good you could lose your mind. The outfit you helped him choose suits him just as perfectly as you promised him it would, but he still glances at you for approval like he can’t tell. He blushes instantly when you wink at him and covers it with a smile.

“Luke wants to talk to you guys before you go on,” he tells you all, “Something about the end of the set.”

“You know,” Shreya says, “I don’t actually think we all need to be there for that. Do you know what it is yet, C?”

“Kinda, but-”

Shreya claps her hands for silence (a habit that works unfortunately well) before standing and pulling Ellie up with her. “Well then, you quickly tell Y/N then you can keep talking about what you’re going to do together while she’s here while Luke gives us the long version, okay? Okay!”

And the pair goes running out of the room, dashing down the hall while giggling like they’ve done something subtle. Calum takes a backward glance at them before closing the door, smirking. “It’s really sweet that they’re still trying to get us together.”

“Trust me,” you laugh, pulling him to stand in the V of your legs, “It’s annoying. They keep telling me today’s my ‘last chance to do something’.”

Calum smiles, lacing his fingers with yours. “Well in that case, you wanna do something?”

“Like what? You know I like you.”

He quirks his eyebrow at you and you realise what he means. “Ahhh... how much time have we got?”

He checks his watch. “Enough.”

“No, c’mon, tell me properly, I wanna know the pace.” You say, instantly giggling afterwards. He laughs too.

“An hour until you go on.”

“I can get ready in twenty minutes and I’m gonna have to make excuses for Ellie and Shreya but I’ll meet you in your dressing room in ten minutes.”

“The things we can do in half an hour.” Calum grins, winking exaggeratedly. You laugh and kiss his lips quickly, picking up your phone and starting to walk away.

“You’d better be there before me. I’m not gonna wait around for you.”

“Trust me, I’m gonna run the whole way there.” He assures you, sneaking a kiss before living up to his promise and careering toward his changing room. You smile fondly and start running to find Shreya and Ellie. The sooner you get back to him the better.

***

From the closed-off section you watch the band from, you can fully take in the sheer size of the crowd. When you sang earlier, you just tried not to focus on it because you didn’t want to throw yourself off but now, safely out of the woods, you acknowledge how fucking many people are here right now. They’re screaming and chanting the lyrics and filming dutifully but the guys aren’t at all fazed. They know how to work the audience, use the space, own the moment. This is the only night Shreya isn’t taking dutiful notes - she wants to improve the performance of your band and she isn’t willing to pay to see a concert, this tour has been good for you all in more ways than one.

The best part is the way Calum searches for you, no matter how focused he’s supposed to be on the song. A quick head turn to sneak a look, fully turning to wink or teasingly mimic biting (you were putting makeup on your neck until the minute you went on), walking closer to the edge of the stage just to be closer to you. Ellie points out every glance to you like you’re somehow missing it (he is extremely blatant for someone who doesn’t want to have a public relationship) and you giggle innocently in response. He beams the whole performance and you feel responsible.

“Y/N, quit ogling him for five seconds, we’ve gotta go.” Shreya says, tugging your arm. You keep your eyes on him for as long as you can, then run after Ellie and Shreya. Luke told them about the end of the set and they relayed it to you before you found Calum; all you have to do is go on and sing one of their songs with them. They didn’t tell you which one but you know every single song they have off by heart, it’s not a problem.

When Luke has reintroduced you, you come onstage to embrace him quickly, ask the audience how they are, laugh at the indefinable scream and adjust your outfit. The dress is really pretty, but it rides up constantly for no real reason.

“You all probably know that this is our last concert of the tour,” Luke starts, pausing to let everyone make assorted sad noises. You glance at Calum and wink when you see him watching, making him blush and look down at his bass, “And the experience we’ve had with the girls has been one of the best we could’ve wished for, so it’s only fair we do our very last song together. But before we do, please make some noise for them, they-”

He doesn’t bother finishing over the screeching, knowing he won’t be heard, but you blow a kiss and mock a curtsy. Ellie quickly squeezes your hand and you look back.

“It’s English Love Affair,” she whispers, “That’s what we’re doing. Calum picked it.”

You instantly turn your head to look at him, watching him fuck around with his bass again before he catches your eye. You mouth the name of the song, smirking a little, and he shrugs coyly.

“Way to be subtle.” You mouth, shaking your head.

“Just thought it was time to tell people.” He mouths back. You roll your eyes fondly, then look back to the crowd when Ashton starts drumming.

Luke takes the first verse but you come in on the chorus, harmonising with him and trying to work the audience the same way he does. Clearly, it works - they go insane for you, and you glow.

When it gets to the second verse, you work your way over to Calum, careful that it looks natural, like you’re still just performing and not trying to get close to him. You’ve never been the most rhythmic dancer but you do what you can and make it as teasing as you can. He fucks up and you smile proudly before you make your way back to Luke.

“She’s all I ever think about...” Luke sings, pointing at you jokingly.

“Kissing in the rain...” You point back and wink. The rest of the song is finished, though you can hardly even hear yourself over the crowd and you cheer when they do, screaming a little in surprise when confetti canons go off even though you knew they would. When you’ve hugged Luke, tight because you both need to let off a little nervous energy, you turn around to instantly see Calum’s face.

“I thought kissing in the rain was our thing.” He jokes and you giggle.

“Nobody goes for the bassist, they always prefer the singer.” You tease back. You expect an eye roll, a light swat to your arm, a quick quip.

But instead, he kisses you, right in front of that huge crowd.

They’re so loud your ears pop but you kiss him back (if you’re going to do it, do it right), the distinct sound of Ellie and Shreya screaming in sync just about definable from the rest of the screeches.

“If they knew the bassist kissed like that, I don’t think they would.”

#5sos #5sos fic #calum imagine #calum hood #five seconds of summer #reader insert #fanfic #calum x reader

6 notes · View notes

fandomlife-giver · 5 years

Text

Toxic Veins (Alucard x OC): Chapter 3

Warnings: Violence, Explicit Language, Death

Pairings: Alucard x OC

Word Count: 2692

Summary: After the memorable reunion with the members of Hellsing, and the meeting of the strange vampire, Alucard, we travel to our location where we attempt convincing an entire police force to allow us to kill a legion of ghouls and their vampire leader. Well, this should be an interesting encounter. I still have a few questions regarding the nonhuman amongst Hellsing that appears to have an ego bigger than his hat. Perhaps my dear old friend Integra will be kind enough to answer those questions.

Let's find out, shall we?

The entire atmosphere stood quietly. The only sound was the whirling blades of the helicopter.

My lids were half-lidded, covering the magenta orbs that stared mindlessly at the earth below. My arms lay comfortably crossed as my hair blew in my face, tickling my skin. That was when I caught sight of the red figure walking below, disappearing into the forest.

"When were you planning on telling me you had a vampire working for you?" I moved my head to look at Integra, who sat with her arms and legs crossed on the opposite side of me.

"When it became relevant. As it did when you agreed to work with us." She simply said.

"And why are you allowing him off on his own? You know how reckless they can be, yet he's killing his own kind alone. Are you certain you can trust him?"

She looked at me in absolute seriousness. "I trust him with my life. As much as I trust you. He's not just any other pitiful vampire you have killed before, Phyre."

Now that piqued my interest. I rose my eyebrows. "And what makes him different from others?"

There was a moment of silence before she sighed. "Do you remember a certain individual known as ‘Count Dracula’?"

Count Dracula? What's that got to do with anything? We're talking about Alucard.

Wait.

D-r-a-c c-a-r-d u-l-a A-l-u

Isn't Alucard just Dracula spelled backward? Does that mean Alucard is...

My head snapped to the right to stare at her. "You didn't."

"Actually, I didn’t. My father did. I just happened to inherit him after his death."

My eyes widened. "Why the hell would Arthur keep Dracula as a servant? And how, he's Dracula?!"

Her lips puckered. "Well, technically he is Vlad Tepes III—"

"I don't care what his name was, Integra! He is the king of vampires that Abraham Van Helsing supposedly killed, why of all places would he end up as your servant?"

She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples to rid of the headache that had just appeared.

"Alucard is an ancient vampire who was pressed into service by my ancestor, Abraham Van Helsing, forever bound as a servant of Hellsing after his supposed death. After the death of my father, who was Alucard's previous master, I became the head of Hellsing, along as his new master. He serves me and carries out every order I give him with loyalty and absolute trust. Now, does that satisfy your curiosity?"

I'm not sure. I'm still processing that the king of vampires, the one monster my ancestors were determined to kill, was my coworker.

I hummed and looked back down at the forest. "Yes."

She breathed a sigh of relief and laid her head back, closing her eyes to rest.

"For now, at least."

Her eyes opened back up with a sigh, that made a smirk crawl up my face.

°°°

"Sir Integra, we are nearing Cheddar." Walter's voice played over the speaker.

I looked over at Integra as she took out her gun and checked her ammo, before cocking it.

"Is your plan to kill the policemen? If not, I'd recommend a more advanced piece of weaponry."

She looked up at me. "I could say the same to you. It wouldn't do any good, besides, they're already dead."

I rose an eyebrow. "You seem certain of that."

"I am."

"Then why bother coming if you don't plan to save them?"

She gave me a knowing look. "These are scared humans who don't have a clue what they are doing. They don't have the knowledge, nor the proper tools to stop what's happening, so instead, they send in their troops. They might as well be burying them in their graves."

I watched as she hid her gun in her jacket. "Our job is to properly rid of the problem and prevent an increase in the body count. Now..." As the chopper neared the ground, she stood up and looked down at me. "Are you ready?"

°°°

I poked my head out and followed after Integra as she exited the chopper and walked through the camp up to a large tent that was heavily guarded by soldiers. My eyes looked upon them as they stared at us in both cautiousness and curiosity.

I glanced back at Walter, who closely followed, then walked next to Integra and lowered my voice. "Do you honestly think they will believe a word we say?"

She looked at me from the corner of her eye. "It's all in a matter of persuasion, Phyre. You should know plenty about that, considering your preferred tactics."

A small smirk curved at my lips. Maybe it wouldn't be that hard to believe.

°°°

"What? Are you really serious?"

Apparently, it was.

"Do we appear to be in a humorous mood, officer?" My emotionless face stared directly at the group of officers across from us, specifically at the one who spoke.

"I'm sorry, but could you perhaps repeat yourself one more time? Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, is it?" He asked at Integra, whose back was to him as Walter removed Integra's coat, letting her blonde hair fall down her shoulders, and bowed.

"Very well. I'll start again." She turned and looked at him through her lenses. "They're ghouls, and the village of Cheddar has become a den of ghouls. A ghoul is what happens to deflowered humans when they're bitten by a vampire. They're much like zombies under the control of a vampire. And that means there's a vampire somewhere in Cheddar." She rose her hand, signaling for Walter.

The officer looked at her as if she was mad and laughed. "Hmph, that's ridiculous. Vampires? Do you really expect me to believe this occult nonsense?" He questioned as Walter opened a container of cigars for Integra.

I narrowed my eyes at him while Walter glared at him from the corner of his eye.

Integra picked up a cigar and put it to her lips. "Why on earth would a cheap bureaucrat like yourself know anything on the matter? How dare you even question my credentials? The Hellsing Organization has been defending the British Empire from such monsters for generations!"

By looking closely at the officer, I saw the fear shaking in his eyes. She looked at me and nodded for me to speak while Walter lit her cigar.

"Allow me to illuminate. The Hellsing Organization is a special operations agency charged by Her Majesty with the duty of finding and eradicating all supernatural and satanic threats to the Church and Crown."

I lowered my red tinted shades to stare directly at the man who spoke. "There's a vampire in Cheddar that's controlling the ghouls—a monster from the pits of hell. Send in all the troops you wish, send every last man under your command, they'll end up little more meat. Or they may suffer a worse fate. When a vampire drinks from a virgin of the opposite sex, a new vampire is created. Otherwise, your people become food, and then join the vampire's unholy legion of ghouls."

"Sir, I've completely lost radio contact with Squads 2 and 3." The correspondent sitting by the radio informed.

One of the officers stepped up and walked forward. "Bollocks. What's going on? Report. Come in!"

Integra blew out a puff of smoke. "If you are to stop the ghouls from further multiplying, you're going to have to terminate that vampire at the source." She looked at them with a small smirk. "And this is where Hellsing comes in. We will take care of your vampire."

The officers looked at her in disbelief. "That's... insane."

She turned and crossed her arms at them. "I can assure you, gentlemen, that one of our finest anti-vampire field agents is already in route to Cheddar. This will be settled in a matter of hours."

"What sort of agent would handle this?"

"When dealing with monsters— vampires especially—I promise there is no better expert walking this earth."

Yes, no better exp—wait.

I looked at her with furrowed brows. Did she just...?

Meanwhile...

ALUCARD

My footsteps made me known by the crunch of the leaves beneath my feet. I was surrounded by the beauty of the night, yet only one stayed on my mind...

My beloved queen has returned to me. She has yet to remember our past, but that doesn't matter. All that matters is that I can see her beauty every morning, afternoon, and evening.

Oh, the smell of her blood running beneath those veins hiding under her smooth rose-tinged ivory skin was intoxicating.

I took a moment to gaze up at the illuminating glow of the evening moon. "How beautiful... Nights like this make me want to have a bite to drink. Yes... I couldn't imagine a more... perfect evening." My eyes glowed a bright red beneath the hue of my orange goggles.

My beloved Nica...if only you were here beside me...that would make it truly perfect.

I resumed my walking through the green forest. Once I rid of this, I shall return to you and we will once again be reunited...iubita mea de flori. (My beloved flower)

"Aahhhh!!!" The scream tore through me like a great shard of glass. I felt my eyes widen and pulse quicken, my heart thudding like a rock rattling in a box. The scream was desperate, terrified...human.

Nica?

Flashback...

"Vlad! Please! Don't do this to me...please don't do this to us!" I peered down at my queen and snarled.

How dare she! She doesn't have any faith in me—I can see the lies written all over her face!

She looked up at me with tears streaming down her face. "I-I love you..."

My glowing red eyes had narrowed into slits as I knelt down to grab her chin. She whimpered in pain at the bruises I was sure to leave on her. "Lies! You filthy wench! You never loved me, it was all lies!"

There was a pure shock in her eyes. "V-Vlad, I would never—"

"Just admit it! You don't love me—you are afraid of me! That's why you went to him!"

"No, I only love you, Vlad, please!"

"Shut your mouth! You don't think I know where you go—what you do after dusk? You make me sick! I don't need you!" I made her look at my three newest brides that awaited my company on my plush bed, which was sure to break her.

She looked at them with a hurt expression. "No. Y-you wouldn't."

I grinned. "Oh, Nica, I already have." I threw her to the ground. "You've been replaced. Now get out of my sight!"

Nica...

As I walked forward, I realized my queen was safe, with my master. The scream had come from a human police girl that was currently being groped by the vampire I was sent to kill.

Yes. I was to rid of him—grind him to dust, and only then shall I see my beloved. I grinned as I approached them.

He looked back to stare at me. "Who the hell are you?!"

I peered at him through my goggles. "Your death."

He did a maniacal laugh. "My death? Oh, really? My god, this is pathetic." He chuckled, then outstretched his arm. "Kill him."

By the snap of his fingers, a barricade of guns was aimed at me and wasted no time and no ammo in emptying its loads into me. The force of the bullets was enough to blast holes through my clothes, my skin, and bone. It penetrated me over and over, all while my grin remained glued on to my face...even when part of it was blown off. I even felt my right arm blow off and fall to the ground.

As the gunfire ceased, my body now lay upon the ground, my dull eyes staring up at that oh so beautiful moon.

The vampire walked forward and stared at my bloody body. "Is that the best you’ve got? Hahahahahahaha!" His laughter echoed throughout the area.

My eyes lit up a bright red. The wind picked up as I summoned my power. "huh…hahahahahaha…"

°°°

PHYRE

"Your agent’s a vampire?!" The officer exclaimed.

Huh. Funny, that's what I said.

Integra smirked as she bit down on her cigar. "Correct. You see, humans make poor vampire killers. They are frail, they are mortal, they are corruptible, body, mind, and soul. The most effective weapon against the vampire is another more powerful vampire."

I gave her another offended look. Honestly. Like I'm not right here!

I couldn’t help but shoot my finger up to interject. "Of course, there are very few humans that are capable of killing a number of vampires. With the required skill set, of course."

She looked at me, then the soldiers. "Perhaps. However, none may compare to a top of the line vampire that may out its opponent."

Is that so? I don't believe that's what you said earlier.

"The Hellsing organization has such a creature in its ménage. And let me assure you gentleman, our vampire has power beyond imagination."

°°°

ALUCARD

As my body completely healed, I grinned while withdrawing my Joshua and aimed it, watching closely as it fired rounds at every last ghoul in the area. Their bodies all collapsed in a field of death.

"No! How could he be killing them?!" He looked at them as they dropped like flies, then at my Joshua. "It’s those bullets!"

The magazine fell to the ground as I pulled out the next set and replaced it. "The silver cross in Manchester Cathedral was melted down to make these thirteen millimeter exploding shells. Nothing I shoot ever gets back up again…"

His wide eyes stared into me. "But why?! Tell me! Why fight to save these pathetic humans?"

He eyed the human girl behind him, then proceeded to grab her and use her as a shield in front of him, which only made my grin widen.

"Don’t take another step. The girl's the last survivor. Don’t you want to save her? Be reasonable. I’m not asking for much. Just a bit of help. You can look the other way."

I looked directly at the girl. "Are you a virgin, my dear?" I smirked as she grew bright red.

"Ah!?"

The vampire's grin dropped. "What are you doing?"

I kept my eyes locked with the police girl. "I’m asking if you’re a virgin!"

She was frozen at my question. "Vir…I…"

"You bastard!" The vampire snarled at me with narrowed eyes.

I rose my gun and aimed it at them. "Answer me!"

The girl shut her eyes. "Ye..Yes! I am!"

*bang*

I watched the bullet go through her chest, piercing her right breast until it also reached the vampire's heart. "Aaaaaagh!" The vampire flew back by the force of the bullet in a splatter of blood, releasing the girl that fell to the ground.

I went forward and smiled as my hand plunged through his chest and heart. He groaned as blood spilled from his mouth. "You...you" My hand twisted until he disintegrated in a flash of blue light.

Blood dripped down onto the moaning human police girl that lay on the ground, staring up at nothing in a pool of her own blood.

I walked over to peer down at her. "I had to shoot through you to pierce his heart. I’m sorry, but you’re dying. And there’s no time left. The choice is yours. What do you want to do?"

With all the strength she could gather, she rose her hand up—to what, I wasn't sure. Tears watered in her eyes as she reached out to me as if asking me to save her.

It was interesting, having someone want to be saved by a monster. This girl has been left with nothing. She faced these undead monsters, knowing her dull bullets would only result in her death. It was very interesting.

That was when her strength wavered and fell weak. Her arm fell, and I unintentionally caught her hand with mine. The symbol stitched into my glove glowed as I grinned.

"Police girl…Tonight is truly…A beautiful night."

#alucard #hellsing ultimate #hellsing #vampire #vampire hunter

4 notes · View notes

artificialqueens · 7 years

Text

A Head, A Heart, & A Crown {Biadore} Chapter 13 -C*NT

A/N: I know I said last chapter we were going to pick back up in the Autumn, but then i got to thinking that perhaps Spring would be better so I wouldn’t cram so much into one season I guess you could say. So there are two time jumps this chapter, there was going to be two no matter what, but I felt in the end this just flowed better. There is a flashback this chapter as well, which will be in italic. TW for drug use (nothing too crazy, promise) and maybe angst? I worked hard on this chapter, if anyone has any suggestions for me to make my writing better, send me some feedback on my sideblog @theofficialcunt I’m always open to improving my craft. I hope you guys enjoy the next chapter. ✨❤️

Spring 2017

It was an unusually hot day in Los Angeles today, Roy noted. He was wearing a tank top and long black slacks; his normal boy attire.

The sun was shining brightly as he pulled out of his parking spot. He had just done another therapy session. After All Stars 2 had ended, Roy had felt even more isolated and alone; especially since Adore had not spoken to him after he confessed his love to her. He had gone to therapy once a week, whenever his schedule permitted it, so that he could start to feel better mentally again.

He was getting better, much better then how he was a few months ago, but he still had his moments. There had been an unhealthy routine that Roy had been following the last several months, but he had hoped it would get his mind off of things. He would come home completely plastered with some random guy he met at a bar most nights, especially after a gig. The next morning, he would always do the same thing: kick them out, have a bloody Mary and eggs for breakfast, and repeat the process.

Roy had thought fucking every man within a 10-mile radius of West Hollywood would help him forget about Adore, or at least numb the pain; but it did the exact opposite. He would catch himself wanting to scream Danny’s name instead of whatever foreign man’s name that was lying underneath him. There was just something about Danny he just couldn’t shake.

He sighed as he thought about how disapproving the therapist had been of his recent activities. She had suggested on numerous occasions for him to be single for a while, and to enjoy the moment. That way he could fully heal and move on, and hopefully into a healthy relationship.

He snapped out of his thoughts as he heard his phone start ringing. Roy rolled his eyes. He had literally just pulled out of the parking lot. He grabbed it and saw it was his manager’s number flashing on his screen.

He pressed the answer button, and then the speaker phone button quickly as he set the phone back down on his lap.

“Hello?” Roy answered annoyed. His manager always seemed to catch him at an inconvenient time.

“Bianca! You interested in making a little extra cash?” His booking manager David inquired.

“Depends. Extra cash from what sort of gig?” Roy questioned. He really didn’t want to do anything out of the ordinary today, whatever it was would have to be worth his while.

“Katya lost her voice-”

“Too much dick sucking again.” Roy mumbled.

David laughed loudly and Roy grinned. It was true. Katya liked to have a shit ton of sex, the only reason Roy knew this was because Katya had passed on some of her leftover men to him.

“Anyway, BOTS needs a host for tonight here in LA. Do you want to do it?” David asked with a hopeful tone.

BOTS. The tour that both Phi and Adore were on. On one hand, he loved any extra cash that he could bring in for himself and his dogs, and this was an easy gig since he had done it multiple times. There wasn’t too much preparation involved. On the other hand, did he really want to see Adore? And Phi Phi at that? He hadn’t heard anything from Adore in months, she never texted him back after he had texted her multiple times apologizing. He had wanted to mend the friendship but she was clearly not interested. He wasn’t sure he was exactly ready to see her with Phi Phi, who he didn’t have the best track record with.

This was the only break Roy had before he jetted off to Australia for the start of his Not Today Satan world tour. It was only a couple of days off for him this time, he had made sure to keep his mind occupied the last few months.

He had just started growing a little bit of stubble as well, after the recent time off. He had been enjoying not having to paint his face the last couple of days. He sighed. Maybe if he could actually talk to Adore before the show, they could mend whatever friendship they had left. Or at least make it so it isn’t so awkward.

“I’ll do it.” Roy finally said.

————–

Danny was setting up his makeup bag in the corner of the dressing room. It was her, Courtney, Jinkx, and Violet in this room. They were waiting on Katya, who usually situated herself next to Violet but she was running late tonight. Phi and Alaska were in Michelle’s room since they were considered the quieter queens.

“Where the fuck is Katya?” Violet complained as they set their bag down.

“No clue, it’s a bit odd for her to be late. Did you check the back? Maybe she’s outside smoking.” Courtney suggested as she started gluing down her brows, and applying primer to her face.

“I’ll check. That bitch still has one of my lipsticks that I really wanted to wear tonight!” Violet exclaimed as they walked out of the room.

Adore started coming out her brows and filling them in with dark brown eyeshadow. Recently, she had stopped gluing down her brows and just filling in and creating a more feminine brow instead. It wasn’t as “draggy” as it used to be, but with her new makeup style she felt a lot fishier on stage. She patted moisturizer onto her face and slid her hands down her neck, making sure to get every part of her skin saturated and prepped for her foundation.

The last 6 months had been a whirlwind. The cast for All Stars 2 had just been announced a few weeks ago, and she was already projected to be top 3. A lot of people were predicting different line ups and even betting money on who was going to win. Adore was excited and nervous to see how she would be portrayed this time on TV. She knew on her season she had gotten a fairly decent edit, but it wasn’t anything amazingly perfect like Bianca’s edit. She had hoped for the best, and was preparing herself for the worst all at the same time.

She started blending her foundation in to her skin, and in the mirror saw the door swing open. Who had walked through the door was the last person she was expecting.

“Guess who’s here to fill in bitches!” Roy exclaimed as he dropped his bag on the ground next to Violet’s station.

Adore froze in disbelief. She had not spoken to Roy since All Stars 2 had ended, when he had told her he loved her. She turned around slowly, and faced him for the first time in 6 months. Her heart was pumping incredibly fast as she locked eyes with him. This was clearly, not going to be her night.

“Well look who’s here, my hometown chola!” Roy ran over to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind. Adore stared at the two of them in the mirror and smiled faintly.

Fuck, those damn deep honey colored eyes. It was so easy to get caught up in them.

“It’s definitely been a minute.” Adore laughed nervously. “How the fuck are you?”

“I’m good, just here giving to charity; heard you guys needed a host.” Roy smirked. He squeezed Adore one last time before he moved on to the rest of the girls.

Jinkx and Courtney laughed while Roy grabbed his things, and took them to the end of the counter where his station was.

Suddenly, Violet reappeared through the back door towards the alley where the smokers usually were.

“Nope she’s not there, damnit. Hey-” Violet stopped mid-sentence as they saw Bianca sitting in the seat beside their station. “What are you doing here?”

Bianca rolled her eyes as she started going through her makeup routine.

“God that corset really cut off that blood flow to your brain didn’t it?” Bianca fired quickly.

Violet was rendered speechless and the room was filled with laughter. Bianca smirked proudly and continued to block out her eyebrow.

“Katya bailed so now we’re stuck with this hag.” Courtney joked playfully.

“The ABC’s of drag are back together again, this ought to be interesting.” Jinkx said hesitantly as she eyed Courtney. Courtney met her eyes and mouthed something unintelligible to Jinkx. She motioned for Courtney to go out in the hallway with her, and Adore raised an eyebrow. Courtney shrugged and left her station, she was practically done with her makeup anyway.

“What was that all about?” Adore asked confused as she finished adding her Martha Stewart glitter to her cheekbones.

The encounter was a bit odd, but maybe Jinkx had sensed that the two of them needed to talk. Now was Bianca’s chance. Courtney was gone so it’d be easier to have a private conversation.

“I don’t know but hey, can I talk to you for a second?” Bianca asked. She scooted her chair back and motioned towards the back door.

Adore’s heart started racing as she tried to keep her composure. She had a feeling this was goanna be another serious conversation.

“Sure B.” Adore smiled faintly as she got up from her station. She grabbed a cigarette out of her makeup bag, maybe that would help ease her anxiety.

“I’ll just be here I guess!” Violet huffed frustrated. Adore turned and mouthed sorry before she opened the backdoor.

The two queens walked outside and shut the door behind them. Adore put the cigarette in her mouth and cupped the end of it so she could light it properly. She inhaled and let the tobacco swim in her lungs before she released it back into the air.

“So what’s up?” Adore finally said after a few drags. The silence was odd, even for them not seeing or speaking to each other for months.

Bianca sighed and then she began.

“I just wanted to apologize for what happened a few months ago. It was wrong of me to do, and I really hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I’ve been seeing a therapist so, I’d like to think that now I’m a different person.”

Adore started processing what she had said. She had been going to therapy all this time? That was impressive, especially for a hot head like her.

Adore had mentally shut down after what had happened with Roy. That very night on her date with Phi Phi, she had gotten so drunk Phi Phi had to carry her through the door and set her on her bed. Roy had finally told her the things she had been waiting years to hear when it was already too late. She wished that he would’ve told her that, and that things happened differently. But now here they were, 6 months later at a show together, and there wasn’t one day Adore hadn’t thought about him.

“I accept your apology, that’s great. I’m really glad you’re still seeing someone and talking to them.” Adore started. “I’ve really missed having you in my life Willow. I just didn’t know how to deal with everything that had been happening.”

Bianca smiled hopefully as she studied Adore’s face. She seemed uncomfortable still, but the awkward tension that originally filled the room when she first walked in was gone to her relief.

“If you still don’t want to be friends I get it.” Bianca murmured.

Adore was staring down at her shoes and shifting from foot to foot, a nervous habit she had picked up while on tour. It was subtle enough for most people to not detect.

“That’s not the problem.” Adore sighed.

“What is the problem then?” Bianca asked.

After Bianca had basically gone off on Phi Phi before the final challenge, she had basically developed a personal vendetta against her. Phi Phi didn’t favor her very much because of the way she came at her, which Adore could understand.

“Well, Jaremi isn’t a huge fan of yours, after what happened.”

Bianca nodded her head in understanding. So this was it, she thought. At least she finally got some sort of closure after 6 months of silence.

She couldn’t deny that this still hurt her though. She really did not like Jaremi, and to this day thought he was wrong for Adore. He was too over the top, and could be really bitchy. He didn’t pay very much attention to what he was saying sometimes. The two of them were also very alike at the same time, fun and outgoing but could be introverts when needed. She supposed it was a Libra thing.

“But Jaremi doesn’t get to dictate who my friends are.” Adore said as she stomped on the last of her cigarette.

“Girl, you are an asshole you know that!” Bianca pushed her to the side playfully. She smiled wide, relieved to have Adore back in her life even if it wasn’t the most amazing friendship in the world right now. She watched the corner of Adore’s lip curl up as she smirked and felt complete for the first time in months.

—————

The girls were basically ready to go on stage when Michelle had decided to make an entrance. She nodded at everyone, approving of their outfits and squeezed Bianca close to her.

“Thank you for saving us tonight!” Michelle gushed.

“Oh it’s no problem. I had nothing better to do really.” Bianca laughed.

She saw Phi Phi giving her the side eye and had to fight a smirk from escaping her lips. Obviously, she was still threatened by Bianca as she noticed her piercing eyes glaring at her from behind her heavy silver bangs.

The other queens in the room laughed nervously and Michelle clapped her hands together, silencing any side conversations.

“Tonight’s a big night ladies. We have some of your families in the audience, so make sure to give this show your all!” Michelle encouraged.

“What? Who’s all here?” Adore asked confused.

“My great aunt is here, I’m sure she’s going to love my Bette Davis impression.” Jinkx winked.

“If she’s anything like you, she won’t be awake by the end of it.” Bianca snorted.

Jinkx glared at her, and Bianca curtseyed as the queens laughed at the exchange.

“Well, I figured I’d bring a certain someone’s family member backstage.” Michelle raised her eyebrows playfully.

Bonnie came walking into the dressing room and Adore’s eyes lit up.

“Oh my god, Mom! What are you doing here?” Adore exclaimed as she ran to hug her.

“Baby, I haven’t been to one of your shows in a while I just wanted to see you!” Bonnie squeezed her back and noticed Bianca over her shoulder. “Oh my god, Roy!” Bonnie’s eyes widened as she pushed Adore aside and ran up to squeeze Bianca.

“Gee, thanks mom.” Adore laughed as her mom ran to her ex-boyfriend. She never was that excited to see Jaremi, Adore thought absently.

Bonnie never called her Bianca in drag, it was always Roy. It never bothered her but she knew that some would find the exchange odd if they didn’t know any better.

“Hi Bonnie, it’s been awhile!” Bianca gushed as she squeezed her hard. She missed Adore’s mom, she was so full of life.

“You know you’re always welcome at my house with or without Adore. Come by and have some enchiladas sometime!” Bonnie smiled as she moved over to Phi Phi. “Phi Phi, I didn’t even see you there I’m sorry honey. I love the silver.” Bonnie exclaimed.

Phi Phi’s face had been disgusted as she watched Bonnie run to Bianca, Adore noticed. This was going to be a fun night after the show, Adore realized grimly.

“Okay guys, we’re on in 5. Good luck and don’t fuck it up!” Michelle winked and left the room.

“I guess that’s my hint to go back to my seat.” Bonnie muttered. The group laughed and waved goodbye to Adore’s

mom. Phi Phi moved over to Adore and pulled her close. Bianca rolled her eyes.

“Gosh Pheef, you’re being so lovey tonight, what’s up?” Adore asked as Phi Phi peppered kisses on her chest.

“I just want to show you that I appreciate you, that’s all.” Phi Phi said, eye’s never leaving Bianca’s. She grabbed her hand and kissed it softly, as Adore leaned her head on her shoulder.

Except Adore’s eyes weren’t on Phi Phi’s, they were on Bianca’s. Bianca smirked and raised her eyebrows as she walked away. Clearly she had gotten under Phi Phi’s skin, without even saying more than a couple of words to her. Adore didn’t need that kind of person as a partner, always stressing out over nothing. Maybe Phi Phi wasn’t the right one for her after all.

——————

“Now, let me introduce to you one of the most talented bitches in the industry, she’s funny, she’s sometimes as dumb as a rock-” Bianca joked.

It had been a smooth show, Bianca realized. Everyone stayed on schedule, no one had messed up in any numbers and they had kept the audience captivated pretty much the whole time. Adore was the last one tonight, which Bianca thought was odd; usually she was the opener to get the audience fired up.

“ Fuck you bitch!” Adore yelled on the mic from backstage. The crowd went crazy and Bianca threw her hands up pretending to be frustrated. Well the next guest was no surprise now.

“Clearly she’s known for her mystery.” Bianca started as she shook her head, and mouthed ‘not really’ to the audience. “Please welcome, Adore Delano!” Bianca roared as she exited the stage.

Whether or not they were on the best terms at the moment, Bianca was thankful that she was able to share the stage with Adore again. She walked back stage and decided to watch the show, since Adore was the last performance of the night. Maybe afterwards they could talk.

Adore ran out on stage in a long blonde wig, with curls cascading down her back, and the black dress they had bought together while shopping a few months ago. Bianca was excited that she was wearing it, maybe it meant that Adore was happy to be friends again. The sequins shimmered under the stage lights as Adore swayed back and forth to the beginning notes to one of her songs.

Dynamite started to blare on the speakers, and Bianca stood backstage and watched her interact with her fans. She was so charismatic and charming. Each and every one of her fans had a big grin on their faces as they cheered her on. She wished that hers and Jaremi’s relationship would just play out already, because the minute it did she would do everything to get Adore back.

Suddenly, after a few lines the music stopped playing and Bianca looked around confused. All of the queens backstage were giggling excitedly.

Adore was looking around confused as well. She then saw Jaremi approaching the stage, not in drag for some reason.

“What the fuck? What are you doing?” Adore looked around nervously. The audience was shrieking with excitement; you could barely hear Adore on the mic.

It was that moment Bianca saw Jaremi in a fitted blazer and black slacks, holding something behind his back.

The crowd was shrieking and Bianca was still confused. Why did her song stop? What was Jaremi doing? It wasn’t hitting her what was actually happening, maybe because she didn’t want it to..

“Is there something wrong with the sound?” Bianca asked one of the backstage crew workers.

“You could call it that.” The crew worker smirked.

Great how fucking vague, Bianca thought.

“Adore, I know we haven’t been together a very long time but I feel like we have something special.” Jaremi started.

“W-what…” Adore trailed off.

Jaremi pulled out a small black velvet box from behind his back and Bianca’s entire world crashed around her. She felt her heart sink to their lowest depths as she watched Jaremi grin widely at Adore.

He was proposing.

He was fucking proposing!

He got down on one knee, and Adore looked around the room frantically.

Bianca’s chest was tight, she felt like she couldn’t breathe as she watched Jaremi smiling with such love for Adore.

Was this really what Adore wanted? Bianca thought. All Bianca wanted to do was run, but she couldn’t keep her eyes off of them. She so badly wanted to run on stage and stop it, but if this was what Adore wanted then she would leave it be. Her heart was beating so fast, tears threatening to spill over and ruin her stacked lashes. She wished Adore would give her some signal that she didn’t want this.

“Adore, will you marry me?” Jaremi asked.

The crowd was holding their breath.

Please say no.

Please, Bianca thought desperately. She bit her lip to stop it from trembling, her signature trait whenever she was about to cry.

All Adore could think of in that moment was Bianca. She had just seen her a few minutes ago as she introduced her to the stage. She had always thought that this moment would be happening with Roy, not Jaremi. Adore never thought her rebound off of Roy would turn into this.

Where was Bianca now? Would she stop this from happening? Does she even care about what’s happening? She had to be watching, Adore looked around frantically to see if she could find Bianca anywhere. To her dismay, she wasn’t met with the artificial blue eye’s she wanted to see since she couldn’t find them.

Bianca wondered who Adore was looking for, as she kept whipping her head around. Maybe she was just trying to soak in the moment. Maybe she was looking for her mom.

Adore had absentmindedly wondered why Bonnie had come to the show tonight, but didn’t think anything of it.

Now she knew why.

It was like he did this on purpose, in front of a huge crowd, and in front of her mom so that she couldn’t possibly say no.

She waited a few more seconds for Bianca to intervene or anyone really, but no one did.

“Y-yes.” Adore finally managed to say.

Adore had finally looked behind her where she finally made eye contact with Bianca. She had seen the whole thing and didn’t stop it. Bianca’s eyes were glossy, her arms crossed as she locked eyes with the love of her life.

She said yes.

She fucking said yes.

That’s all Bianca could think about as she gazed into Adore’s eyes.

Something in her eyes wasn’t right though. They weren’t filled with joy or excitement, just some other emotion Bianca couldn’t put her finger on.

It had felt like minutes that they were staring at each other, but it was really milliseconds, as the crowd roared and Adore turned her head back towards Jaremi, who had slid the ring on her finger.

All of the queens ran on stage to engulf her in a hug. The crowd was roaring, Jaremi was crying happy tears, and then there was Adore; fake smiling and laughing with everyone. She was young, and unsure of if she really wanted to get married right now, but how could she possibly say no. She noticed Bianca wasn’t on stage with the rest of the queens, and when Adore turned back around to search for her, she was gone.

Autumn 2017

It had been over 6 months since the last time Roy had really spoken or hung out with Danny. Over a year since they had really been friends. Over a year since he confessed his love to him.

Since the BOTS tour, Roy had thrown himself into his work. He had finished filming his movie Hurricane Bianca, and had been promoting it all over the country. He also had just finished his North American leg of his new tour, Not Today Satan’ which had gotten amazing reviews. His career was completely blowing up, and he had worked very hard for it.

Even with all of his crazy schedule changes, he still got to go to his therapy appointments in LA. The therapy had helped him a lot, and now he was slowly being weaned off of his medication. He felt like a completely different person.

He gulped nervously as he pulled up to the parking garage near the theatre. Today he would have to see Danny, and possibly work with him. For some reason he was feeling really nervous and uncomfortable about the possibility. It was the All Stars 2 reunion, complete with all of the winning queens of the past seasons and pretty much every drag queen that wanted to be there would be there. Including Jaremi, since now him and Danny had been dating over a year, and pretty serious since they were now engaged. He was really surprised it had lasted as long as it did, but they obviously had something in common he supposed.

He parked his car, and grabbed his suitcase and finale dress from the backseat. He walked down the stairs and across the street to the theatre, hoping he had gotten there early enough to be one of the first ones there. He needed to mentally prepare himself.

He showed the doorman his VIP pass, and walked into the dressing room area where he could hear someone rehearsing.

He knew that voice anywhere. It brought him back to one of the worst times of his life, but yet that very same voice was the only one he would listen to on repeat, even to this day. He checked his watch and looked back up confused as the song echoed throughout the hall. It was still pretty early, especially for him.

He entered the room quietly and set his things down, when the voice slowly tapered off and finished the song. It was I.C.U. which was one of the most beautiful and raw songs Roy had ever heard.

“That’s my favorite song off of your album.” Roy broke the silence as he leaned against the door frame.

Danny jumped and turned around startled. His eyes were bloodshot, accenting his prominent dark circles and his long hair was a messy frame around his face. He looked like he was completely fucked up out of his mind.

“Holy shit! How long have you been there?” Danny asked startled.

“Not long. I didn’t think of you as an early bird.” Roy smirked, noting how flustered he made him.

Danny shrugged as he quietly observed him. The last time he had seen Roy was the night Jaremi had proposed to him. He had wondered how he felt about them, but the silence on social media was a dead ringer after a while. He obviously wasn’t happy he was engaged, more specifically to Jaremi. Roy amazingly never changed though, he still looked the same as when they had met almost four and a half years ago. He still had that mischievous look in his eye that Danny had grown to love.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me Roy.” Danny murmured running a hand through his hair. It was basically a mullet on him at this point, but he was trying to bring the grunge movement back so he was working with it.

“I can just move down the hall if I’m making you uncomfortable.” Roy said nervously as he started picking his things up. There was another dressing room that he had hoped was empty at this point. This was so awkward.

“No, no it’s fine.” Danny said as he staggered towards Roy. He started laughing hysterically after he almost tripped over himself, and Roy raised an eyebrow.

He noticed he wasn’t wearing his engagement ring today, which had been oddly understated to begin with; it was just a simple rose gold band. Trouble in paradise perhaps? He realized Danny probably didn’t even know what he was saying.

“Exactly how fucked up are you queen?” Roy asked really observing Danny for the first time. He looked incredibly thin, which was surprising because of how much Danny loved junk food and pizza. His shirt was hanging off of his shoulder where his collar bone jutted out, and his skinny jeans hugged his new slender frame.

“Just a ta-aaaad.” Danny drew out his words. Roy sighed and grabbed his arm.

“Come on. We need to sober you up. This is a big day for you. Where the hell is Jaremi?” Roy asked as he drug Danny through the door and outside.

“He doesn’t come in until 1. God you’re still so bossy Roy.” Danny giggled.

Roy smirked and remembered how he bossed him around at their season 6 finale.

———

“Why aren’t you dressed yet?” Bianca asked as she grabbed Adore’s long black dress off the rack.

“Girl, we just got back here basically. Chill.” Adore rolled her eyes as she took a sip out of her drink. She had already changed her wig and makeup to match the longer dress. She thought her long bright red wig would be unique but still pretty enough for the finale.

Bianca snatched the drink out of her hand and poured it in the trash.

“What the fuck? What’s your damage?” Adore got up annoyed. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and crossed her arms as she glared at Bianca.

“You do realize we have to be back out on the main stage in 10 minutes right?” Bianca grumbled annoyed. Adore was known for being notoriously late, but tonight was not one of those nights. Especially if Bianca had anything to say about it.

“Oh shit! Really? I thought we had a longer break then that.” Adore quickly jumped up. She started trying to unzip the current dress she had on, but was failing miserably at removing it. The zipper kept jamming as Adore sighed with frustration.

“Here, I’ll help you.” Bianca started unzipping Adore’s dress easily and gently pulled it off of her. Adore kicked it off quickly and Bianca had already put the dress over her head. Adore roughly pulled the dress down over her padding and curves and Bianca gasped sharply.

“Careful, careful! This fabric is not cheap queen!” Bianca ordered as Adore was wiggling into it. She started pulling it down her torso slowly and smoothing out the fabric.

“Holy slit Batman.” Adore exclaimed at the thigh high slit Bianca had made. Her legs looked incredibly long in the garment, which was a nice change. The fabric draped her shoulders beautifully and the dress hit the floor, even with her platforms.

“Is it too much?” Bianca asked concerned as she got down on the floor and straightened out the train.

“Fuck no, I feel fucking sexy. This was your plan all along wasn’t it?” Adore grinned as she stared at herself in the full length mirror. The slit was basically up to her hip, on the side where Bianca would be able to see her exposed leg since they were sitting ABC style.

“Oh please queen.” Bianca laughed, blushing as she admired her work on Adore. She had done a good job if she could say so herself.

“I can totally flash the crowd in this now thanks to you.” Adore smirked as she opened and closed the opening of the slit. Bianca’s eyes wandered to her tucked bulge and noticed just by moving the fabric to the side you could basically see everything.

“Can you not do that?!” Bianca yelled. She didn’t want a bunch of strangers seeing Adore’s penis, she had made the dress for her own viewing pleasure. Not everyone else’s.

“God, you’re so bossy!” Adore exclaimed. Bianca laughed and started to walk away. She had to be to get this queen anywhere on time, she thought.

“You’re welcome.” Bianca cackled as she walked away in her matching black sequin dress.

———-

“Where are you taking me?” Danny whined. Roy was still dragging him by the arm down the streets of L.A.

“There’s this really good burrito shop that I used to go to all the time. I think a nice fat burrito will help you sober up.” Roy stated.

They walked around the corner and the shop was only a couple of feet away. Suddenly Danny stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and Roy huffed annoyed.

“Come on, let’s go.” Roy urged frustrated. Danny wouldn’t move however.

“Roy, I’m too stoooooned! Can you order for me?” Danny giggled.

Roy sighed. Seriously? This was why he never had kids, he thought.

“Only if you promise me one thing.” Roy demanded.

“Uh okay… what is it?” Danny asked.

“You need to tell me why the FUCK you’re high as a kite at 10:00 in the morning!” Roy exclaimed. Danny jumped back startled and put his hands over his ears. People walking by were staring at the exchange, amused.

“Ow, Roy, you’re being too loud.” Danny complained.

“Oh so you’re hungover too? You have a lot of explaining to do. I’ll be right back.” Roy snapped and went into the burrito shop to get Danny the greasiest burrito that was on the menu.

Why wasn’t Jaremi with him? Roy pondered. Not that he minded helping Danny, but he didn’t understand why he was doing what his fiancé should be.

Roy’s feelings for him haven’t faltered, despite him being engaged. He was still waiting, even after all of this time. He knew Courtney felt terrible every time Danny would post a picture of the two of them on Instagram or Twitter. She would text Roy ‘sorry!’ every single time.

Roy was still upset with Courtney for not telling him the night Jaremi had proposed. After he ran out of the stage area, he packed his things quickly and went home. Courtney stopped by later that night and tried apologizing but he wasn’t having it. He ended up yelling at him, and then kicking him out. Roy didn’t leave his bedroom until he had to leave for his Australian tour.

He was worried about Danny though. He looked like he hadn’t been eating very much, and he looked extremely stressed out. He studied him sitting on the bench outside of the shop looking down at his phone. He frowned at whatever he was staring at on his screen and Roy’s heart ached. Something wasn’t right. The burritos were finally ready and he grabbed them quickly, tipping the worker and he stepped back outside.

“Come on, let’s go back to my car and eat.” Roy said gently. Danny got up almost automatically and they walked back to his car which was a few blocks away.

It was awkwardly silent the whole walk back to the car. Roy scanned through his Instagram as they walked, nothing too over the top was happening yet. He knew later it was going to get crazy.

Roy hit the unlock button on his key and they slid into the vehicle. He handed Danny his burrito and started taking the foil off of his.

“He’s so negative. I have to prepare myself by getting really high every morning.” Danny said. He looked over at Roy who was now studying him intently.

“Who is?” Roy asked.

“Jaremi. Like, everything is always woe is me and it really kills my vibe man.” Danny shrugged as he bit into his burrito.

Well… That wasn’t good.

“Can I say something and you do not get offended?” Roy finally said after a little bit.

“Sure.” Danny said in between bites of his burrito. He was eating it like he hadn’t eaten in days.

Roy frowned at how quickly he devoured his food and was mentally cursing himself for not ordering 2 burritos for him. He sighed and let Danny hear what he had to say.

“I don’t think you should have to get as high as you are right now, to be able to tolerate someone. Whether or not they’re your fiancé.” Roy said.

Danny pondered over that for a minute. Him and Jaremi are really alike, and Jaremi liked to party a lot as well. So Danny found him more tolerable sometimes when he was completely fucked up out of his mind. It was just his way of preparing for him to come back into town. He didn’t think it was terrible, but Roy could hardly say he knew him so what did he know about his relationship?

“I just like to have fun Roy, it’s no big.” Danny shrugged it off.

“You didn’t get this high before our reunion.” Roy argued.

Danny was obviously in denial. He never had to get this high even with his friends, he shouldn’t have to do this to tolerate his potential life partner.

“Whatever man. Why are you helping me anyway? We haven’t spoken or hung out in over a year.” Danny snapped.

“Because no matter how much time passes, I’m still your friend Danny. I’m always going to be here to tell you things, even if you don’t want to hear it.” Roy said annoyed. He started his car and they pulled out of the parking lot in silence.

Danny had finished his burrito, and was sitting in the passenger seat quietly. His year had been very different from Roy’s. He had toured all over the world again with Battle of the Seasons, and had practically burned himself out. He hadn’t really been eating much, and Jaremi had been so upset about the way he was edited on All Stars that he was being extremely manic. He was also pressuring him to pick a date for the wedding, which he didn’t really want to right now with his After Party album tour coming up in the winter. He thought he sensed some jealousy as well when they watched the episode with him and Bianca, because they had edited it to make it look like they were a couple. He had really been stressing Danny out lately.

“Did you watch All Stars?” Danny broke the silence. Roy smirked and looked at Danny out of the corner of his eye.

“Did I watch All Stars? Of course I did queen. You were on it.” Roy laughed.

Danny smiled and then realized that meant he saw her snatch game episode.

“What did you think of snatch game?” Danny asked shyly meekly covering his eyes.

Roy laughed loudly as he parked his car in front of the theatre.

“I was in tears. It was so fucking funny, you really studied me before you did it, didn’t you?” Roy smiled.

“Well I spent so much damn time with you on the road it was pretty easy.” Danny chuckled. Roy blushed and unbuckled his seatbelt. It had felt like the old days within 30 minutes of hanging out.

“Are you feeling better?” Roy asked sincerely.

“Yeah, I am. Thank you for sobering me up. Maybe…” Danny stopped.

“Maybe what?”

“Maybe we can hang out again sometime. I’ve really missed you.” Danny confessed.

Roy could feel his heart swell with happiness for the first time in a long time.

“I’d love that. We need to catch up anyway queen. But first, we should start getting ready.” Roy suggested as they got out of the car. He checked his watch and realized their burrito adventure had taken almost an hour.

“Party.” Adore said. Roy smirked and they walked in unison back into the theatre.

————–

“I need to see Bianca Del Rio, Violet Chachki and Jinkx Monsoon in room B.” One of the producers called.

Bianca looked around at Jinkx and Violet who looked equally as confused, and got up after the producer called. She had just finished her makeup and was about to put her wig on. She scooted her chair out from her station and followed the producer and other queens into the room.

“What’s going on?” Bianca asked as he noticed Chad Michaels was also in the room with them.

“You are all going to be crowning the potential winner tonight.” the producer said.

Jinkx jumped up and down and clapped her hands. “Oh that’s so exciting!” Jinkx exclaimed.

“Why us? Why not Ru or Chad?” Bianca asked confused.

“You and Chad will both be crowning the winning queen. I just want to go over the protocol with you guys.”

The producer explained how everything was going to go down, and Bianca and Chad rehearsed it a few times in front of everyone so that they were satisfied. The other queens then took their turns rehearsing. As silly as it was, it was just better to go through the motions to make it easier when they were on stage, in case any of them got nervous.

“So then who’s crowning who?” Violet asked.

“I’m glad you asked. Jinkx will be crowning Alyssa, Bianca will be crowning Adore, and you will be crowning Katya.”

Bianca’s eyes widened. She would be the one crowning Adore? Holy shit, talk about coming full circle.

“Any other questions?”

“I t-think we’re good.” Bianca stuttered as she smiled politely.

————–

Bianca couldn’t believe she would be the one crowning Adore. It was a tremendous honor but she was incredibly nervous now. She had a feeling she was going to get emotional.

Bianca went outside where some of the queens that were smoking were, and grabbed a joint out of her pocket. She really needed to take this time to calm herself down before she had an anxiety attack. She flicked her lighter, making the flame appear and pressed the flame to the butt of her joint, which was finally lit after a few battles with the wind.

She inhaled the fumes from the marijuana and let it exit her lungs slowly in a large cloud of smoke. She sighed deeply and tapped the joint against the wall to get the ashes to fall off.

She had gotten a prescription card for marijuana at the end of last year, after Danny had rejected him and not spoken to her until this summer. She had no other outlet other than smoking now, and she loved the strains that would actually help relax her. She didn’t do it too often now, since her emotions had been under control for the most part, but when she was feeling extra anxious she would spark up to calm herself down.

“I guess I really am a bad influence.”

Bianca turned and saw Adore leaning against the wall smoking her own joint. A huge cloud of smoke leaked out of her mouth and she smirked.

“I wouldn’t say a bad influence.” Bianca smiled.

“You’re right, you probably need it just as much as I do right now.” Adore laughed. She walked over next to Bianca who took another hit.

They smoked together in silence for a few minutes, blowing thick clouds of smoke at each other. Bianca could feel herself relaxing as she took another drag.

“How are you feeling?”

“I-I’m okay. Better than earlier. Nervous, but who wouldn’t be?” Adore shrugged.

Bianca raised an eyebrow at the stutter. Tonight was a big night for her. Adore probably felt like this time she had gotten this far on her own, and without a lot of help from the other queens.

“Is Phi Phi excited for you?” Bianca asked.

“Oh yeah definitely.” Adore smiled wide. Her eyes however, told another story. Roy studied how they were darker then they usually were.

“Come on Delano, spill the T. What’s wrong?” Bianca pressed.

Adore looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to them and then grabbed Bianca’s arm. She took her further away from everyone so she could talk to her more privately.

“Dude, Jaremi is thinking about leaving. He’s still super pissed about how he was edited so I feel like he’s going to just leave. He wants me to go with him. But like obviously, I don’t want to. I don’t know what to do.” Adore panicked.

Bianca was pissed. If Jaremi had a vendetta with the editors, that was their issue not Adore’s. Adore was in line for the crown, and could possibly win tonight. Adore took another long drag off of her joint and exhaled the smoke out slowly. Bianca sighed heavily.

“I’ll talk to him.” Bianca said firmly as she started to walk back towards the dressing rooms.

“No, B it’s not a good idea-”

“Adore, baby there you are!” Jaremi called as he closed the backdoor to the dressing room. His smile faltered when he saw Bianca approaching

“You. Me. Talk.” Bianca snapped her fingers towards the corner.

“Bianca, please don’t.” Adore whined.

“What’s going on?” Jaremi looked wearily between the two queens.

“Adore isn’t going with you. If you want to leave, by all means go for it but she has a chance to get $100,000 and a fucking crown.” Bianca snapped.

“Excuse me?” Jaremi huffed.

“Bianca stop.” Adore raised her voice. Bianca looked at her, concerned and then continued.

“Think about it Jaremi. If she leaves, you guys will lose the chance to have $100,000 for your wedding, a house, etc. She has a one in three chance. ” Bianca explained more calmly, as much as she wanted to scream at him right now, now was not the time or place. Some of the other queens outside were watching them carefully.

Adore was watching the exchange between the two of them carefully. She didn’t know how Bianca truly felt about Jaremi, but she wasn’t being too harsh on him. She thought she was going to completely lose it on him. Jaremi wasn’t losing it on her either, which was surprising since he was so jealous of their past relationship.

“Why don’t you mind your own business Roy? Adore can make her own decisions, right babe?” Jaremi looked towards her with pleading eyes. Bianca rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. She made eye contact with Adore and hoped that she would make the right decision.

Adore was looking back and forth between the two of them. Jaremi just wanted her support, which wasn’t overall a horrible thing to expect on his part.

However, Bianca wanted her to stay because she would be walking away from an amazing opportunity if she left. She was so close to the crown yet again. They were like the devil and angel on each shoulder, pulling her in different directions.

“Jaremi, I want to stay.” Adore finally said.

Bianca had to keep a smile from creeping up on her face. She was so happy she had made the right decision.

Jaremi frowned and nodded his head.

“Okay. Whatever. We’ll talk later. Good luck.” Jaremi grabbed the door handle and went back inside, slamming the door behind him.

Adore frowned as she watched the door shut and walked away sighing. Bianca followed her confused.

“Adore? Aren’t you going to go after him?” Bianca asked bewildered.

“Fuck no man! He’s being so fucking selfish right now. I’ll see him later tonight and we’ll deal with it then.” Adore shrugged.

“If you would have left you would’ve regretted it forever.” Bianca murmured. Adore looked at Bianca and smiled faintly.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. Thanks for always looking after me B.” Adore blushed.

“Anything to keep those cheeks pink queen.” Bianca teased as she grabbed Adore’s cheeks and squeezed them.

“Ow, you bitch!” Adore laughed as she smacked her arm away. She immediately covered her mouth after she did it and Bianca looked at her confused.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that.” Adore apologized as she grabbed Bianca’s arm and stroked it soothingly.

“No, Adore it’s fine. I’m better now.” Bianca murmured. Adore looked into her dark eyes and realized she was telling the truth. She was still stroking her arm soothingly as she kept gazing into the older queen’s eyes.

Bianca could get lost in Adore’s hazel eyes, but she was spoken for now. It was wrong to put Adore in that position. She grunted awkwardly and pulled her arm away, breaking whatever spell they were under.

“Well, you should probably go get ready queen.” Bianca suggested.

Adore nodded her head.

“You’re right. You too. I’ll see you out there?” Adore questioned.

“You’ll just have to wait and see.” Bianca winked as she walked back into the dressing room. Adore watched her leave and lingered outside for a little bit longer.

She couldn’t believe that Phi Phi had left her here, on one of the biggest nights of her life because she felt like she was edited unfairly. If she felt unsafe in the environment and needed to leave, that’s totally fine. But she shouldn’t have expected her to go with her, like Bianca had said.

Just thinking about Bianca was making her feel guilty. She knew she still had something there for her, and she felt it as soon as they touched.

As long as nothing physical happened, flirting a little bit wasn’t a bad thing right?

This was bad, she thought. This was really bad.

#ahahac #c*nt #biadore #bianca del rio #adore delano #phi phi o'hara #rpdr fanfiction #submission #canon compliant #adore x phi phi #as2 #rare pair

58 notes · View notes