slightly fake

Drunk love

Summary : bucky is drunk and is very sweet and cute

Warning: Much fluff, tiny tiny bit of angst, Words: 2624

Requested: by anon

Being home and all by yourself was not as much fun as you wanted it to be. You had no one to talk to, no one to cuddle with and no one to complain about.

Of course you could go out and look for tony, Steve or another one of the dorks but it was just too comfortable on your king size bed with Netflix on your right and chocolate to your left.

However you were bored, you waited desperately for bucky, your boyfriend of six months, to come home. He’s been away all night with Sam. You didn’t really know if you could trust this situation, since they were never really best friends and you knew they would never become besties but still, you trusted Sam so much to let him take bucky and go out.

You missed him already even if it was only two hours ago that he had left.

You checked your phone every other minute after you managed to open your heavy eyes after they fell shut once again. You were tired And just as you decided it would be best to go to sleep you got a text from bucky making your heart swell with hope and happiness.

You read the text , it simply said that he was alright and would be home soon. You smiled to yourself happy that he was having fun. And with the thought of Bucky’s smile of excitement you drifted of to sleep.

You stirred, your brain refusing to wake up now making you wonder what time it was. You leaned over and just as you looked at your clock … 2:04 am, you heard a loud banging noise coming from the living room.

It sure wasn’t a burglar , that you were sure of, no one would be so stupid and break into the avengers tower. You put your phone back down and asked Friday to turn on the lights which she did as you sat up in bed. You stood up and made your way over to the door. Your heart beating loudly in your chest as you stepped closer and closer.

You had no idea what was waiting for you on the other side, if you were lucky it would just be tony or Clint wanting to scare you. If it was them you’d kick their ass that you could tell. If you had bad luck there would be hydra all over the place waiting for you to come out.

You stood in front of the door taking a deep breath to calm yourself and … “come on buddy you are going to wake her up “

“but I want a potato”

You frowned in confusion as you listened to the two men talking. You pushed the doorhandle down and the door cracked open, you took a glimpse at the two men standing in the kitchen, bucky stumbling over to the cabinet and Sam having struggle to keep him upright.

You stepped out of your bedroom and closer to both of them. You stood behind Sam looking over his shoulder to Bucky.

“How did you get him drunk?” you asked in pure disbelief, making Sam jump from the shock.

“he never gets drunk how did you do that ?” you asked again.

He looked at you in shock clutching his chest and breathing heavily but you didn’t acknowledge as you were still looking over at your boyfriend who hadn’t even noticed you yet and was preoccupied with a tomato.

“I told him to stop… you should know that. But he wouldn’t stop drinking vodka. He said he could take it he was like ‘I was held hostage by Soviets, I think I can take a little vodka'” he told you, trying to mock Bucky’s voice.

You chuckled finally looking at him, “its okay Sam I should’ve known he’d do that” you laughed “anyway it’ll be cute, I still remember when he drank a whole bottle of Thor’s shit” you winked at him before looking over at bucky who eyed a banana like it was a futuristic thing and he didn’t have any idea how it worked.

Sam turned over to him, his eyebrows raising as he saw him but he took a step closer to him anyway “okay bud time to go to bed” he held a hand out and stepped closer but bucky seemingly didn’t plan on going to sleep yet.

He pointed the banana at Sam like it was a gun and looked at him with his cold ‘winter soldier death glare’ or as you like to call it the ‘hot shot look’ thankfully no one ever asked why… “stop there !” he spoke loudly “I have a weapon and I’m not afraid to use it”

You chuckled at him and Sam who played along “whoa there pal, do you really want to do that, think about the consequences … this isn’t fun” he held his arms up in surrender.

“don’t come closer or I’ll shoot you” Bucky glared at him.

“Oh man I definitely need a camera somewhere here” you piped up laughing and Sam glared at you “im glad you don’t have a gun ‘somewhere here'” he frowned and you laughed out again and put your arms up now as well walking up to bucky.

“bucky baby, put that weapon down, this is dangerous. “ his eyes twitched from Sam to you and he immediately straightened up looking at you with a goofy smile.

“Y/N !! WHOOOHO” he celebrated swinging the banana back and forth as he did a little happy dance.

“Bucky put the gun down” you cooed.

He stopped his little dance to look at you tilting his head to the side “what are you talking about this is a banana dummy” he asked confused, yet a smile playing on his lips and you started to laugh again.

“I can take it from here, thanks Sam” he looked at you in disbelief before slowly turning and walking out of your little apartment with his head shaking and him muttering something under his breath.

As soon as Sam closed the door behind him it was like a switch in the back of Bucky’s head got turned and he turned into a completely different person. “Y/nnnnnn” he whined, throwing his head back

“yes buckyyyyyy” you mocked.

“I missed you so much” he pouted saying it with a voice like he was a little baby, making it even more Adorable. He made grabby hands for you and you stepped around the kitchen isle and pulled him in for a tight hug.

His head was Nuzzled in between your neck and hair, his breath tickling the spot just below your ear making you giggle softly.

His arms surrounded you tightly pressing you to him. Your hands surrounded him as well and your head lay on his chest listening to his steady heartbeat. You stood like that for like five minutes, just enjoying the comfort of each others company.

But then you pulled away leaving a whining bucky behind, he stepped forward trying to reach you again but you kept walking away backwards, looking at him, before finally turning around and going back towards the kitchen.

“Awwwh y/nnnnn” you heard him but you kept walking.

“You get dressed and I’ll get you a glass of water, and then ,but only then I’ll cuddle with you.” You ordered in your mommy voice, as he liked to call it. It enhanced pretty well since you came together with Bucky.

“But y/n I am dressed, idiot.” You giggled at him before realizing what he had said and deciding to use it to your advance.

Your turned around to him with wobbly lips and if he wouldn’t be drunk he’d immediately know you were faking it but so, you could have fun in exaggerating “Di-did you call me an idiot?” You asked with a slightly trembling voice, a fake sob leaving your lips as you stared at him.

“Noooo noooo y/n” he screamed in desperation as he ran towards you only once almost tripping over his own feet, but you stopped him.

“please don’t cry” he whined again and you turned with your hand held up to his face but your eye avoiding his “I need a minute, go change into your pyjamas” You told him faking another sob even though you tried not to laugh. You heard him stomping away in guilt and immediately felt bad for him deciding to tell him it was just a joke once you had his water.

So you went to the kitchen purring him a glass of water and followed him to the bedroom.

There you knocked, not even really knowing why, stepping into the room and rounding a corner.

There he sat on the ground already in his sleep wear which was just a sweatpants and no shirt, his bare back against a wall as he looked down and quiet sobs escaped his lips.

You put the glass down and sat down next to him concerned, your back at the wall as you leaned your head onto his shoulder and reached for his hand, grabbing it and squeezing.

He shrieked as if he forget that you were there , as if he forgot you. “Y/n ?” He asked with teary eyes and you frowned with closed eyes. “Yeah, what’s going on?” You questioned, stroking his left arm with the hand that didn’t hold his cold fingers which you loved do much.

He sighed “ah I’m so so sorry, I didn’t want to be mean to you.” He threw himself at you, hugging you tight to him and sobbing into your shoulder. And you ran your hands up and down his back in reassurance.

“You don’t love me anymore do you.” He asked you as he pulled back to look at you sadly.

“What” you asked in shock, wide eyed “no I do love you, why do you think l don’t”

He sniffles and you took his hands in yours “Because you can’t forgive me” he looked down in guilt and something told you that it wasn’t only the ‘calling you an idiot ’ thing that bothered him, however you decided not to mention it.

“I already did bucky, I am not hurt I promise.”

“Pinky promise?” He asked as he looked into your eyes. “Pinky promise” you told him with a giggle.

“Yaaaay” he cheered and shot up from his seat on the floor helping you up as well and pulling you in for a hug. You rested your head on his chest and his chin lay on your head.

Small snores made you pull away after a while to look at him, just to see his eyes closed and you pinched his side making him jump and be fully awake.

“Come on soldier time for bed” you said.

“But I don’t want to” he insisted crossing his arms in front of his chest like a little kid.

“Okay what would you like to do ?” You asked smiling at him sweetly as he looked at you in surprise not thinking you’d give in so easily.

But he considered all his options before breaking into a huge smile. “I’d like to eat some ice cream.”

You smiled at him and turned around “okay” you said as you began to walk away but were stopped by his voice calling out to you. You turned back around and were took by surprise by his lips crashing down to yours but immediately pulling away as he ran out of the bedroom with loud giggles “I kissed a pretty woman, I kissed a pretty woman” in a singsong voice was everything that could be heard throughout the whole apartment as bucky jumped through the hallways with you following behind him with a laugh, shaking your head at his childishness.

Both of you sat on your sofa, eating ice cream with soft music playing behind you. Bucky stared at you since minutes and you knew it, looking up to him every once in a while just to be met with a tight smile, making you smile

You knew all of Bucky’s drunk phases the first one was his ‘I laugh about everything’ state which he probably had when he was still with Sam. Then there was the hilarious ‘I know that this is not a gun but I’ll shoot you with it cause I won’t go to bed’ phase which was always pretty fun, then there was the ‘I’m a five year old kid’ phase in which he was also pretty clingy but you didn’t mind, and in between or after that one he had an emotional state for which you didn’t come up with a name yet, after that he came into his romantic phase in which he was right now and then he’d become all clingy and cuddly a second time and last but not least he’d get really tired, so tired that he could sleep everywhere which is why you want him to be in bed at least at the beginning of the second 'I’ll cuddle you till forever ’.

Usually girlfriends get scared when their boyfriend were cocky when they’re drunk, they could cheat on them but you knew he would never do that, there was absolutely no way that he’d flirt with someone else which made you feel safe and confident, and it didn’t make you worry.

So bucky took another spoon full of ice cream as he was looking at the side of your head and you turned again being slightly fed up “what is it Bucky?” You asked in annoyance yet with a smile playing on your lips.

“I just love you” he told you with a sparkle in his eyes as he leaned into you and kissed you deeply. You deepened the kiss further and both of you stood your bowls on the coffee table next to the couch and your hands found their way to his face as his grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him leaning in further, making you lean back and lay on the ground. He hovered over you his lips glued to yours, your hands found their way behind his head and your arms wrapped around his neck pulling him down to you. Only now he was pulling away to look at you with swollen lips and glowing eyes. “I love you so much”

“Well I hope so you seemed pretty happy about the fact that you kissed a pretty woman so if that didn’t turn to love then I don’t know what” you joked and he chuckled dropping his head onto your shoulder as a small laugh vibrated through his body.

Your hands found their way to his hair, playing with it and he looked up again, pecking your lips one last time before completely pulling away and picking you up with him. He carried you bridal style over to your bedroom with your hands on his chest and around his neck, he sat you down on the bed and went down under the covers with you.

By now it was four am and you felt the tiredness kick in as you turned around to face him.

It was almost as if he was sobber again which was actually very possible thanks to the serum.

He scooted closer over to you laying his head onto your chest and his metal arm around your waist as he snuggled into you, your hands found their way up to his hair as you played with them till you fell asleep. A content sigh left his lips as he snuggled in a little closer before drifting of as well.

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Warnings: NSFW, sexual content, rough sex, anal sex, rough oral sex, orgasm denial, consensual choking, consensual name-calling, spanking, daddy kink

Summary: For months they had travelled together, and the sexual tension was getting unbearable. She knew he wanted it - and she knew just how to convince him…

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How Can I Say No To This?

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader
Plot: Jasmine enlisted you as her understudy in the play. It turns out she has the flu and can’t show up for a few weeks. You get a little insecure about playing Maria, and Phillipa decides to give you a little push.
Warnings: SMUT, fluff, unprotected sex, some swearing, my awful attempts of humor
Words: probably too many

You sat at the vanity table in your dressing room with your earbuds in and fidgeting with your hair. You almost pulled an entire chunk of it out on accident, just from your nerves alone. You had to play Maria Reynolds. A very sensual character and someone who you’d never willingly sign up for the part of. It just wasn’t you. But you promised Jasmine you would do it, and you wanted her to like you. A sudden knock clanging at the door shook you out of your thoughts.
“C-Come in!” you said, pulling out your earbuds. Phillipa waved happily at you, then walked inside and sat next to you.
“Hey, (y/n). Are you almost ready?”
You looked at her with all the pain in your eyes you could muster. Judging by her reaction, she got the message. She softly winced and gently placed her hand on your shoulder.
“Oh, honey, what’s wrong?”
“I just don’t think I can fit the part of Maria Reynolds. She’s way too sexy for me,” you said, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible.
Phillipa clucked her tongue while shaking her head softly. The genuine concern in her eyes was almost making you feel guilty about being insecure. “Aw.” She smiled her usual cheery smile at you. “That’s nothing to be worried about, love. You are perfectly beautiful just being you. And I bet Lin thinks so as well,” she added, softly poking you on the nose.
You blushed. Phillipa was the only one you trusted enough to tell your feelings for Lin. “You’re just saying that to tease me.”
She held her hands up in mock surrender. “Maybe,” she said, giggling. “But seriously, don’t think I haven’t seen the way he looks at you. He loves you, too. I can tell.” Phillipa winked as she said this. You were incredibly doubtful.
“What’s that look for, (y/n)? You’re not still doubting yourself, are you?”
Phillipa sighed. “Honey, what’s it gonna take for you to realize you’re perfect?” She sounded as if she was also asking herself this question as well as you. She frowned for a moment, then instantly perked back up again, triumphantly twirling her pointer finger in the air. “I got it!”
You quirked an eyebrow skeptically. “Got what?”
“I know how to convince you that Lin is in love with you!” Phillipa squealed and clapped her hands very excitedly, like a seal on adderall. She shot up from her seat and grabbed your wrist. She pulled you up out of your chair and clasped both of her hands in yours. “When Jasmine was first performing this song with Lin, she ad-libbed some movements to make it feel like she was actually seducing him. After the show, she taught me and Renée the moves. I’m not sure why, but I’m glad she did, because now I get to share them with you! So, what do you say?”
You were still a little skeptical, but Phillipa seemed so excited for you that it was hard to not be at least a tiny bit hyped up yourself. “And you’re sure that this will make sure Lin confesses to me..?”
Phillipa nodded. Her face looked like it hurt from smiling so long, but she didn’t seem to care. You took a deep breath. “Okay. Teach me your ways.”
You stood in front of the door to the rehearsal room with Phillipa. As soon as you left the dressing room, all that insecurity from earlier had come rushing back. It must’ve been written all over your face, because Phillipa gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “Hey, it’s going to be fine,” she said in a calm, reassuring tone. “You’ll do wonderful in there.”
You squeezed her hand right back. “Okay. I’m okay. I can go through with this.”
Phillipa gave you one last smile. “Alright. Wait right here, I’ll go tell Lin you’re ready.” She patted you on the shoulder and walked off towards Lin’s room. As soon as she said Lin’s name, your legs felt wobbly. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, whispering reassuring comments to yourself. You were in such a trance of positivity that you didn’t notice when Phillipa came back with Lin.
“Uh, (y/n)? Are you alright?”
You nearly jumped a foot in the air. You turned your head and saw Lin staring at you confusedly. You quickly pulled yourself together and smiled at him. “Yes, yes, I’m fine. I just sort of zoned out for a second.”
Lin smiled kindly back at you. “Good. I was worried for a second there.”
Oh, fuck, don’t look at me like that, you thought. At that moment, Phillipa walked up between you with the key and unlocked the door to the rehearsal room. Afterwards she pocketed the key and smirked. “Okay, there you go.” She glared at Lin. “You. Be very careful when criticizing her. She was very nervous about today, so don’t say anything stupid, alright?”
Lin looked slightly terrified. In fact, so were you. “Uh, o-okay…?”
Phillipa’s gaze returned to neutral. “Good.” She looked at you with a devious twinkle in her eye. “You. Just remember what I taught you and you’ll be fine.”
You nodded, not wanting to speak in case you said something dumb. And partly because you were still a little afraid of her.
Phillipa smiled and turned around to leave. “Have fun, you two!” she called as she went towards her dressing room.
Lin frowned. “What was that about?”
You knew exactly what, but you didn’t want to tell him. “I dunno.”
Lin shrugged. “Hmm. Ah, whatever. Ready to go in?”
“I think so.”
Lin looked a little concerned at your comment, but said nothing. He opened the door to the rehearsal room and let you step inside first.
“My lady,” he said, bowing.
“Thank you, my liege,” you said, curtsying and walking inside the room. Lin chuckled softly as he shut the door. You took a look around the room. It was remarkably huge for a little studio on Broadway. The floor was fake wood, slightly slippery and perfect for dancing.
“This room’s pretty nice,” you said, nodding in approval.
From behind you, Lin was setting up a recording of the orchestra and ensemble, since neither were available at that time. “Yeah, I guess. It gets kinda boring when you’ve seen it so much, though.” Lin finished setting up his stereo and turned to face you. “But I guess that’s true of anything. Oh yeah, I was gonna ask you something. What did Phillipa mean by ‘what I taught you’?”
“Oh. That.” You blanched. You couldn’t tell him before the actual rehearsal. That would ruin it all! Ok, think, (y/n)! What could be remotely believable? “I…It was, um, just some sort of strange remedy for stage fright.”
Ok, that wasn’t entirely a lie, but you couldn’t have gone any closer than that.
However, Lin seemed to believe it, and that worked for you. “Oh. So you really are worried about this, huh?”
You bit your lip to keep from spilling any info and nodded.
Lin walked over to you and gently patted your shoulder. “Don’t be,” he said gently. “This is only the first run. It doesn’t have to be perfect.”
“I know. I just can’t help it.”
Lin gave you a patient smile. “I know. But you’ll be okay. And if you need help, I’ll be right here by your side.”
If only you could help me with something else, if you catch my drift, you thought. You mentally chided yourself for thinking that way. “Alright. Thanks.”
“Anytime. Now, are you ready to start?”
You nodded. Lin guided you through a couple of vocal warm-ups and then started the recording. You waited for Lin to finish his part. Then you stepped out and started singing. Lin almost forgot to say his next line because he was staring at you so intensely. When it got to the lines right before the chorus, you decided to break out one of the moves Phillipa had taught you. The Bend & Beg, as she had eloquently named it. You put one hand on Lin’s shoulder to balance yourself and lifted your leg so it was bent just above Lin’s hip. You leaned back slowly as you sang the “stay~” and raised yourself just in time to put on the 'beg’ part of the move. You gave your lips a slight pout and pleaded for him to take you through your eyes as you ran a hand through his hair. You sang the “hey~” line with perfect timing, but Lin, not so much. Instead of singing his line, he kissed you. The kiss was so out of nowhere and unexpected that you almost slipped out of Lin’s arms onto the floor. A little too soon for your tastes, he pulled away with the reddest face you had ever seen. He looked as if he was trying to say something, but couldn’t find the right words. The weight of what he just did seemed to finally hit him and he started sputtering out apologies.
“O-Oh my god, (y/n), I-I-I’m so sorry! I don’t…I d-don’t know why I just did that.” He made sure you could stand up properly before releasing his arms.
“You know, if you were going to kiss me, you could’ve at least waited until the 'her mouth is on mine’ section,” you muttered.
Lin was still highly embarrassed, but still managed a small chuckle. “I…I know. Still, I’m sorry. I really don’t know what happened there. Can we try it again? I’ll try to control myself better this time.”
All you wanted to do was run to your room and scream, but you obliged anyway. During the second attempt, it was really awkward, but you managed to get past the first chorus. You and Lin made it to the line “how can you say no to this?” pretty well before you decided it was time to put on another move and ruined it. This time you tried the move entitled the 'I Need You’. During the part where you were both singing at the same time, you gripped the side of his face with a hand and gave him the most sultry look you could, while smirking and licking your lips. You’re not really sure what you thought would happen next, but you definitely weren’t prepared. Same as the first time, Lin stopped singing and kissed you, but it was a different kind of kiss. Passionate enough to feel the flames flicker on your lips, but gentle enough that it was just a pleasant warmth. He gripped at your hair with one hand and ran the other one down your side. That hand latched onto your leg and brought it up near his hip. Lin slipped his arm under your leg to support it. He slowly ran his hand down your thigh and onto your ass, which he squeezed gently before he realized what he was doing. He quickly set your leg back down and forcefully pulled away from you. Your suddenly dry throat made it quite hard to breathe. Lin was somehow even more embarrassed than he was earlier. So embarrassed, in fact, that he couldn’t even bring himself to say actual English. You thought he was trying to apologize. The constriction in your throat and your rapidly beating heart made it hurt to speak, but you did anyway.
“L-Lin…are you okay?”
Lin took a deep breath and tried to speak correctly. “I…I am so, so sorry if I made you uncomfortable in any way, (y/n). I really don’t know why I…no.”
He cut himself off, leaving you slightly confused. He scratched the back of his neck and averted his eyes to the ground. “Shit. This is my least favorite part,” he said with a quiet, nervous chuckle.
He looked straight at you and his eyes gave you chills. His face was still burning red. “Can I tell you something, (y/n)? Something kinda embarrassing?”
You shrugged. “Well, we’re already in an embarrassing situation, so go ahead, I guess.”
Lin took another deep breath. “This may sound very weird, but just hear me out. So, as long as I’ve known you, I’ve always had this image of you as a really shy, timid girl. So when you were putting all those sexual moves on me, it….it, um, this is really hard to say…it sorta got me…um…really aroused.”
You blanched. You weren’t expecting him to say that, not in a million years. “I….arouse you..?”
Lin nodded shamefully. “Well, that damned look in your eyes did.”
Well, you could use this to your advantage, if you wanted. In a way, it’d be helping him. Having lots of bottled up sexual tension isn’t good for you. “So…you mean,” you started, taking a step closer to him, “that this makes you aroused?” you asked, putting a hand on his shoulder and begging through your eyes.
Lin instantly caught on to where you were headed. You could hear his breathing quicken in pace. “(y/n), please.”
“Please what?” You said with a smirk. You used your free hand to gently stroke his hair and you licked your lips.
“D-Don’t…..don’t do this, (y/n), please,” Lin begged breathlessly.
“Don’t do what? This?” You lead a trail of kisses down his neck and collarbone. Lin let out a small groan of pleasure. Barely audible, but you still heard it.
“Stop…stop teasing, (y/n). Something bad will happen to you if you continue,” Lin taunted.
You had to laugh. “Something bad, you say?” Time to switch to maximum overdrive. You ran a finger down his torso and began delicately palming his crotch. You leaned in and whispered in the breathiest voice you could, “I’ll take my chances.”
Lin bit his lip to stifle a moan. “Okay….th-that’s…it. I tried to warn you, but you didn’t listen.”
Lin grabbed your shoulders and pinned you against a wall. When he stepped forward to kiss you, you could feel his bulge through his jeans. He momentarily broke the kiss to say something.
“I told you something bad was gonna happen,” he muttered, his voice soft and rich as chocolate.
You raised an eyebrow. “What if I wanted this to happen?”
“You did? Well then, I’ll be sure not to disappoint you.”
Lin ran his hands all over your body but eventually stopped at your chest. “Is that an important shirt?”
“Not really,” you whispered, catching onto his idea.
Lin smirked and latched onto the hem of the shirt, which was already ripped. He tugged at each of the threads until it finally came undone and lay in a destructed mess. You knew there was a reason you wore a cute bra today. Lin yanked off his own shirt and threw it to the ground. While your arms were momentarily unpinned, you undid the clasp to your bra and dropped it near Lin’s shirt. Lin’s breathing hitched as he gazed at your exposed breasts. He stepped forwards and placed a hand on them. His touch was warmer than you expected, sending a chill down your spine. He put a fingertip on your nipple and gently rubbed it. You let out a quiet squeak of pleasure. Lin heard it and smirked. He leaned down and wrapped his mouth around your other nipple. He licked and suckled at it, making you moan louder. You dragged a hand down his sides and onto his belt buckle. Lin somehow didn’t notice. You clawed at Lin’s back with your other hand, just to keep him distracted. You toyed with his belt buckle and felt it loosen under your fingers. You were mildly impressed with yourself. You undid the buckle, but didn’t remove the belt. Lin was still distracted enough by your breasts to not notice. You decided to use this to your advantage. You unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his boxers just enough to reveal his semi-hard member. Lin’s body was blocking your view, but judging by what you felt, he was pretty damn hung. You wrapped your hand around it and slowly moved it up and down. Lin pulled away from your nipple and looked up at you with admiration.
“How did you do that with one hand?”
You smirked, feeling very proud of yourself. “I’ve learned some things.”
You upped the speed of your hand by just a little, making Lin repress a moan. He nipped at the soft skin on your neck as you jerked him off. All of a sudden, Lin grabbed your hand and lowered his voice to a whisper.
“(y/n), stop. If you continue, nothing’s gonna happen.”
You felt his breath on your ear as he spoke. You looked at him with intrigue. “You were hoping for something to happen?”
“Of course. I can’t get you all wet for nothing.”
You were confused by that. Lin pulled himself back for you to look down. Your breath stopped as you saw he was right. The crotch of your leggings was darker than it used to be.
Lin chuckled. “Did you already cum for me? Aw, how sweet. But we’re not done yet.”
You laughed darkly, out of anticipation. Lin pulled you in for another kiss. He dragged his hand along your hips and latched onto the waistband of your leggings. He did the same with his other hand. He pulled your leggings about halfway down your thigh and stopped. He raised an eyebrow and smirked at you.
“No underwear, huh?”
You looked at him through seductive, heavy-lidded eyes. “It holds me back.”
“Well, it makes my job easier,” Lin said with a soft laugh. He started pulling your leggings down again and grazed your thigh as he did so. When they were low enough to fall to your ankles, you kicked your leggings off to the side. You were now fully naked, but Lin still had his pants. You forced his arms off you and pulled down his jeans and boxers. Lin looked shocked for just a moment, then regained composure. He pinned your arms against the wall, more strongly than last time. Lin gave you a look of pure blazing lust.
“Alright, enough joking around. It’s my turn.”
You knew what was about to happen. You took a moment to mentally prepare yourself and closed your eyes.
“(y/n)? Are you alright?”
You decided you were as prepared as you could ever be and opened your eyes. “I’m wonderful. Because I’m with you.”
Lin smirked. He placed his hands on your hips and brought himself closer to them. He placed his member right over your entrance and gently teased you by rubbing against it. You felt yourself getting wetter and more antsy. Lin must’ve seen it on your face.
“Be patient, darling.”
He apparently couldn’t hold out any longer himself. He slowly slipped himself into you. It was so gratifying and pleasurable to finally have him inside you. Lin lifted your leg and held it up to make it easier for him to fill you completely. Lin mewled as he got all the way in. You weren’t even sure how he managed to. He was big, and way thicker than your entrance. But he felt so good that you didn’t care. He thrust against you slowly. Agonizingly slow.
“Is that all you got, Lin?”
Lin grimaced. “Are you not satisfied?”
He picked you up and threw you onto a nearby couch. He pinned himself on top of you and wasted no time shoving himself back into you. You yelped loudly at the suddenness, but it wasn’t painful.
“D-Do that again…”
Lin obliged. It felt even better the second time.
“Oh, fuck…yes, like that…”
He pulled out and roughly pushed his length into you repeatedly. But one of the times, he hit a certain spot that made your whole body tremble. You gripped at the couch cushion as your eyes rolled up inside your head.
Lin thrust into you again, hitting your spot harder. You let out a loud cry, so loud that Lin actually laughed.
“Am I that good?”
“Fuck yes,” you said breathlessly.
Lin smiled, clearly proud of himself. He continued pounding your slit over and over, driving you into blissful ecstasy. At one point you were hyperventilating from the pleasure. You knew Lin was loving it just as much as you, but had more restraint over his mouth. A couple timid mewls escaped and not much else. His breathing was heavy and rapid, like yours. As Lin pumped himself into you, you felt your mind drifting in and out of focus. Pure euphoria flooded your veins and drove you to the best orgasm you’d ever had. As you reached said orgasm, you clawed at Lin’s back and shouted his name.
“Oh, f-fuck,” Lin moaned. “Say it again.”
You obliged. “L-Lin! I…I’m about to cum..!”
“Mmf…m-me too.”
He thrust into you one last time and slowly pulled himself out. He let out one last moan as he emptied himself onto your stomach. You flopped your head down onto the couch, trying to catch your breath. Lin laid down on top of you. His body was warm, albeit not uncomfortable.
“I can tell you had a good time.”
You laid an arm on Lin’s back. “That was fucking incredible,” you said, still a little bit breathless.
“Best rehearsal session I’ve ever had,” Lin said with a laugh.
He leaned up and gently pecked your lips. “By the way, I love you. If you hadn’t figured that out already.”
“I knew. And I love you too.”
“I guess we better get ourselves cleaned up, huh?”
You reluctantly nodded. You wanted nothing more than to cuddle on that couch with Lin for a few hours, but you were already hot and sweaty enough. Lin threw you a towel and some spare clothes. Once you made sure you looked presentable enough, you stood up from the couch. Your legs were very wobbly and you almost fell, but Lin caught you.
“You alright there?”
“Yeah. You just fucked me so good that I can’t walk properly.”
Lin’s eyes widened. “Uh…I don’t know if I wanna be that good.”
You chuckled and walked towards the door. You turned back to face Lin with a sly smirk.
“So, rehearsal tomorrow, same time?”
Lin bit his lip seductively. “Hell yes.”
“Tomorrow it is, then.”
Lin smiled. “Oh, yeah. Can you not tell anyone else about this? I want to keep it a secret.”
You rolled your eyes. “You don’t want anyone else to know that you’re that good? Please. I’m telling everyone.”
Lin frowned. “You’re such a bitch sometimes.”
“And yet you still love me. See you tomorrow, Lin.”

Requested: Shelby’s x Reader (Friendship)

Request: Anonymous -  How does this sound: a peaky blinders fic where you now help the Shelby’s just in general, but you used to sing in Sabini’s club and he made some “moving pictures” of you singing and now the garrison is always packed? Idk

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“What can I get for my favorite Shelby?” You ask Arthur, who was leaning over the bar, a sloppy drunken grin on his face. He pointed at some bottle, which you collected and handed over to him. You giggled as he leaned over, kissing your cheek before stumbling towards the back room.

You had been working for the Shelby’s for a few months, doing the odd job here and there, but mostly bar tending at the Garrison. Tommy had hired you, no questions asked, so long as you didn’t ask any in return.

It was a fair deal, so for the most part, you kept to yourself. The Shelby brothers had a bit of a soft spot for you though and you had to admit, their flirting and teasing was always reciprocated. You enjoyed the banter you shared with all of them.

The front door swung open and John strolled in, heading straight for the bar with a smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes but smiled; ready for whatever it was he was going to tease you about this time.

He leaned on the bar, keeping his gaze fixed on you as you served a couple of customers before turning to him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“What is it, John?” You asked, raising your eyebrows. He continued to smirk, looking you up and down before removing the toothpick from his mouth to speak.

“I’ve just seen something very interesting, (Y/N).” He told you, pointing the toothpick at you. “Concerning you and that lovely voice of yours.” He chuckled.

You stiffened slightly, realizing he must have heard you sing somehow. You decided to play it cool, shrugging your shoulders slightly and faking ignorance.

“I don’t know what you mean.” You lied. He laughed and rolled his eyes.

“So you didn’t work in Sabini’s club?” He said, raising his eyebrows and taking a sip of his drink. Your eyes widened as you realized Sabini must have recorded your singing.

“Shit.” You muttered under your breath while John wore a smug expression, knowing that he had caught you out. He stood from his stool, placing both hands on the bar.

“You know what this means, don’t you, (Y/N)?” He asked, giving you one of his famous John Shelby smirks. You felt heat rise to your cheeks, knowing he would find some way to embarrass you. 

“What?” You sighed, afraid of the answer. He moved around the end of the bar, taking your arm and pulling you towards the center of the room. He pulled out a chair from you to stand on and you reluctantly climbed up on to it, trying your hardest not to smile from embarrassment.

“You gotta sing for us, darlin’.” He said. You could have died, but you were starting to giggle now. You shot John a half-angry, half-humiliated glare. You gave in though and began singing your favorite song.

Everyone in the pub stood mesmerized as you sang, your lilted voice captivating your audience. By the time you finished, they all applauded and cheered; even Tommy had come out of the back room. He raised his whiskey glass towards you.

You returned to the bar, beginning to serve your patrons. Eventually, Tommy came to the bar for another bottle of whiskey, which you passed to him.

“You know, (Y/N),” He said as you were turning to serve someone else, “You should sing in here more often. Keep everyone’s spirits up.” He told you, turning and heading back for the back room. You blushed lightly as he walked away, turning and flashing you a small smile as he went.

Theseus (Newt x Reader)

a/n: I’m so sorry this took too long. Writer’s block and I’m back at school.

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Word count: 2900+

Warnings: Jealousy, angst

Request by anon: theseus always trying to flirt with Reader at Hogwarts because he’s mr. popular & everyone loves him but reader is actually head over heels for his little brother who they share care of magical creatures with? side of jealous/sad newt w happy end?


You were getting sick and tired of Theseus’s flirting. Every time at lunch and between classes and free time, he somehow managed to find you. Most of the time, you were with his younger brother, Newt, and when you weren’t he would turn the charm to 100.

Like now.

You were in the library, studying your little heart out because finals were just around the corner and Newt was nowhere to be found. You’d gone here in hopes for peace and quiet, but unfortunately, it evaded you.

You heard a knocking and looked up to see Theseus sitting across from you, looking through your notes and analyzing them.

“Pretty handwriting for a pretty girl,” he complimented, winking at you as he shuffled the papers. You sighed, pulling the notes away from him and going back to studying.

He sat there for a few minutes, fidgeting and staring at you before he pulled the notes from in front of you.

“Give them back,” you grumbled, not in the mood for his games today. “Please.”

He held them away from you for a few seconds, studying your expression before a grin flickered across his face.

“Go with me to Hogsmeade this weekend and I will,” he bargained, eyes shining with mischief.

A quiet ruffling of pages filled the room as you shook your head.

“I’m going with Newt this weekend. I can’t ditch him.”

His smile faltered a little before he smirked, raising an eyebrow.

“I heard he’s going with Leta. He was going to tell you today,” he grinned, shaking the papers in his hand slightly.

You could feel your heart drop as you frowned, eyebrows furrowing as your mouth dropped.

“I—Oh… okay,” you mumbled, searching for words.

“So, go with me?” He lowered the papers to you, an offer.

“Let me think about it,” you conceded, taking the papers, his fingers brushing against yours. There was no spark like the one that happened when you touched Newt. Every brush of skin with Newt sent tingles throughout your body.

“Thank you,” he beamed, a flirtatious tone permeating each word as he let go and stood up. “I’ll let you get back to studying.”

He sauntered off, a cocky and satisfied grin plastered on his face. He wasn’t his brother, but he could be funny and charming when he wanted to be.

You shook your head, sighing and gathering up your papers. You wouldn’t be able to study now with all these thoughts running through your mind.

Newt just decided to ditch you and go with Leta instead? Even though you’d been planning this for a while. Even though you’d had special plans for this.

You stood up, contemplating how much more you could take. Lately, Newt had been hanging out with Leta more and it seemed like he’d gained feelings for her.

You knew she was absolutely gorgeous and he deserved better than you, but that didn’t stop it from hurting. Merlin, you were head over heels for him.

You had half an hour before Care for Magical Creatures, your last class for the day, and spent it in the owlery, cleaning up after them.

When it was time for class you trudged over there, dreading the class you shared with Newt. Rest assured, you absolutely adored the class and thought it positively marvelous, you just didn’t look forward to seeing Newt all that much at the moment.

You couldn’t believe he’d just leave you for her. Weren’t Hufflepuffs supposed to be loyal?

Of course they were! Why were you freaking out without getting his side of the story?

Though there was still a lot of doubt and apprehension clouding your mind, you shook your head and continued to class, pulling open the door. There was a slight chatter going around the room as you walked in, searching for the familiar mop of red hair.

“Hey, Newt,” you greeted, a slight smile curling your lips. He glanced up at you before he ducked his head rather guiltily.

“I’ve, uh, I’ve got s-something to tell you,” he confessed, avoiding looking anywhere near you as he fiddled with his hands. You stopped for a second, your mind racing through possibilities as you sat down.

“Oh,” you mumbled, realizing what it might be. You nibbled on your bottom lip nervously, the small amount of hope you’d gained disintegrating painfully.

“Now, please, please, don’t get upset,” he pleaded, talking faster now that you were running out of time til class started. “But, I—I, uh, kind of in—invited Leta to come with us. To, uh, to Hogsmeade.”

You let out a low breath, a quiet buzz filling your mind much like the one in the classroom.

“Oh.” You felt a small sense of relief that he hadn’t left you entirely. “O-okay.”

“Please don’t be too upset. I know this was supposed to just be something between the two of us, but she had no one to go with,” he rushed out, glancing up to you apologetically.

“It’s fine, Newt,” you said, almost roboticly.

You shook yourself, shoving off the feelings of insecurity. You forced more emotion into your voice and face, shrugging slightly as a fake smile replaced your frown.

“You can go with her,” you told him, watching the way he startled and stared up at you for a moment. “Theseus asked me to go with him.”

He fumbled for words, eyebrows furrowing and scrunching.


“No, Newt, it’s okay. I know she’s your friend and you want to spend time with her,” you interrupted, waving off his answer. “This way you can spend time with her and I won’t be alone.”

“I… Y/n, I— I want to spend time with you, too,” he stammered, at a loss.

“Honestly, it’s okay Newt. I’m sure I’ll have fun with Theseus and you’ll have fun with—with Leta,” you said firmly, grabbing your quill as the professor came in.

“Y-y/n,” he lamented, sounding slightly distressed.

“Newt,” you cut him off, your tone almost warning. He closed his mouth, sighing as he grabbed his quill, too.


Class passed quietly and fairly fast. You disappeared afterwards, nursing a fractured heart and allowing it to hurt.

With no more classes to distract you and no Newt to spend time with, you were a little lost, unsure of what to do.

You went back to the library, a favorite place of yours, and started searching for a few books. You loved to lose yourself in the different worlds and would read whenever you got the chance. After finding a sufficient stack, you found a quiet corner to nest up in, setting down the books beside you as you slid down to the floor.

“Hey, Y/n,” you heard someone greet softly as they settled next to you.

“Hey, Theseus,” you sighed, glancing up at him and giving a small twitch of your lips as a greeting smile, too drained to do anything more.

“I’m assuming you talked to Newt then, if you’re in here moping,” he said quietly, gently placing a hand on your book.

Another heavy exhale.


“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset. I just wanted to hang out with you,” he apologized, eyes darting around your face.

“Why, Theseus? If you knew me, at all, you would know that I’m not going to be another one of your conquests,” you snapped, albeit without any malice. You were mostly just tired.

Tired of pining for someone you couldn’t have. Tired of fighting for his attention. Tired of how much heartbreak you suffered through every day.

“Of course I know that,” he chuckled, looking amused. “I also know that you’re completely in love with my brother. I’m just—just looking out for him, you know? Trying to get to know you a little better.”


He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, his nervous exterior much different from his usual confident and sarcastic behaviour.

“I know, I know. ‘What about the flirting and little comments and all that?’ I just, well, I just didn’t want to make it obvious. I know I don’t act like it all of the time, but I love my little brother. I care about him and I just wanted to make sure you were good for him,” he explained, looking around and not letting you get a word in.

“He deserves someone like you, Y/n. He deserves someone good and happy and who loves creatures just as much as he does. Someone who can make him happy,” he added, a small but sincere smile making its way to his lips.

You were absolutely bewildered, your entire thought process thrown off course. You fumbled for words, mouth gaping and forming nonsensical sounds.

“Wha—But you— H-how did yo— How did you know?” You blurted, a flush staining your cheeks and ears.

He gave you a look, his eyebrow raised and a challenging smirk playing on his lips.

“I’m not blind,” he laughed quietly, shaking his head at you. “Though my brother obviously is.”

“I—I, uh, I— Oh Merlin. I don-don’t know what to say,” you stammered, embarrassed that his older brother knew that you were head over heels for Newt.

“You don’t have to say anything, it’s alright. Honestly, I think you should probably just go back to your room and rest rather than stress. I can put your books away.”

He stood up and offered you a hand, pulling you to your feet.

“Thank you,” you told him, your voice sincere. You gave him a smile, a real one, and began to leave.

“Oh, Theseus,” you called back softly. He looked up at you, three books in his arms.


“I’ll go with you tomorrow. To Hogsmeade. Newt is going with Leta, so…”

His brow furrowed as he studied your expression.

“Alright. I’ll see you then, okay? For now, go get some rest.”

You nodded at him and left, making your way to your room. As soon as you got there, you collapsed onto your bed, sleep overcoming you within minutes.


You’d gotten to Hogsmeade without seeing Newt and it both relieved and concerned you. Theseus had chattered and talked to you frequently, trying to distract you from it and your overthinking.

When you’d finally caught a glance of Newt, he’d been towed along behind Leta into the sweets store where you and Theseus were headed.

“Hey, let’s go to a different store,” you propositioned, turning abruptly and walking in a different direction. His hand landed on your arm and he pulled you back.

“Nope! We are going over there because you need to stop avoiding him,” he tossed back lightheartedly, in such a good mood that it rubbed off on you.

He tugged you along playfully, glancing at your exasperated expression.

“Come on, quit pouting and let’s go,” he laughed, his hand holding yours. It wasn’t uncomfortable, more like holding hands with one of your best friends or a sibling. Purely platonic.

“Alright, alright, fine.”

He pulled you along into the store, doing a quick look over to search for Leta and Newt. They were over by the chocolate frogs, talking quietly.

“So how long have you known?” You asked him softly, pulling your hand from his.

“About you being head over heels for my brother?” He questioned, raising his eyebrows as he looked down at you. “For about as long as I’ve known you. It was sweet and a little sad, watching you fall for him. I’m pretty sure I knew before you did.”


“Yeah. I could see the way you looked at him, your actions, and just how you acted around him. I even saw the moment when you finally realized that you were in love with him. It was a pretty mundane moment, you know? Just a regular, everyday occurrence. Not romantic or really all that special. I saw you guys at lunch and he was talking about something, his creatures I’m assuming, and you were just looking at him with so much love.”

He let out a quiet laugh, breaking eye contact for a moment to look towards Newt.

“Then you just froze, with this look of pure panic on your face and I could tell. I’ve seen the same look on Newt’s face,” he continued, gazing back at you with a dreamy, reminiscing expression.

“Yeah, with Leta,” you finished, breaking the thoughtful haze surrounding Theseus.

“What? No, wi—”

“Y/n? Theseus?” You heard Newt call, walking towards the both of you with a troubled expression.

“Oh, hey, Newt,” you replied, your mood plummeting at the sight of Leta holding onto his arm.

“Hi, Theseus,” Leta greeted, smiling sweetly, too sweetly, at him and placing a hand on his arm. “What are you doing here?”

You scowled at the fact that she was flirting with him right in front of Newt and ignoring him. He gave a forced half smile, used to the attention being diverted to his older, well liked brother.

“Getting to know Y/n,” he answered honestly, shrugging off Leta’s touch and noting the way Newt’s expression screwed up in irritation and jealousy.

“Just making sure she’s the right girl for my little brother,” he added mischievously, grinning at both of you and ruffling Newt’s hair playfully.

Both you and Newt balked, mouths gaping and sputtering out nonsense words, flushing a dark red.

Theseus let out a quick snort of laughter, placing a hand over his mouth as he surveyed the scene in front of him.

You were a blushing mess, stuttering out syllables and fumbling with your hands.

Newt was the same, his freckles disappearing under the dark flush and mouth opening and closing.

Leta was an angry red, a look of disbelief and anger staining her features as she glared at the open mouthed figures.

“Theseus!” You exclaimed at him, both mortified and terrified. You avoided looking at Newt, instead fixing your gaze at Theseus’s amused expression.

“Thanks,” you spat out, funneling your embarrassment into something you could deal with easier. You shook your head angrily and stalked off, leaving the shop entirely.

Theseus rolled his eyes at your dramatic actions. However embarrassed you might be, you’d be thankful later on. This was exactly the kind of push you two needed or else you’d never confess.

Frustrated and mortified tears came to your eyes as you stormed away.

As horrified and utterly terrified as you were, you couldn’t help the small amount of relief that filled you. It felt so much better for you now that you weren’t harboring that humongous secret anymore.

You heard someone exit the store and follow you, their hurried steps catching up with you. You stopped, still facing away from him and roughly wiping away the tears.

“Theseus, leave me alone. Newt wasn’t supposed to know! Now our friendship is ruined a-and I—I. I’m in love with him and you know that. Even being friends was enough and now I…No-Now I don’t even have that,” you cried, turning around to see what he had to say for himself.

“Oh god,” you murmured, eyes wide and your heart hammering as you stared at the freckled man in front of you.

He stared at you in what looked like awe, but was more likely to be repulsion. He took a few staggered steps towards you, glancing at the ground when you flinched ever so slightly. He reached out a hand to you and came closer, until he was right in front of you.


You stayed silent, shaking almost imperceptibly.

“I, uh, I— Are— Please tell me it’s true,” he rushed out, an almost frantic look in his eyes.


“Please, please tell me you feel the same way,” he pleaded almost desperately, glancing around your face.

“The same… Way?”

Could he possibly like you, too? Could he possibly feel the same way you did?

“No, Merlin, of course not. I—I…,” he sighed, rubbing his face with his hand as he turned around to walk away.

“I do.” The words escaped your lips before you could think. You hoped with all your heart and soul that he meant he had feelings for you, too. “I-I, uh, I do feel the— the same w-way.”

“Really?” He whipped around, taking a few staggered steps to you and raising a hesitant hand up. “You—You really do?

His eyes were glassy, as were yours.

“I really do,” you laughed quietly, your voice a little husky from the tears. “I really, really do. Have for a long time.”

A smile spread onto his lips, mouth pulling up into a full blown grin. His eyes sparkled as he gently placed the hand onto your cheek, smoothing his thumb along your cheekbone.

“As have I.”

You were beaming now, eyes shining with tears. You brought your hand up to cover his, smiling as you held eye contact. It was so different looking into his eyes for a prolonged time.

He had flecks of blue and gold in his gorgeous green eyes.

You rushed forward, crushing him in a hug and laughed through tears into his shoulder.

“Oh, thank you,” you laughed into the fabric, clutching him closer as he wrapped his arms around you. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“For what?”

“For everything.”

Till We Meet Again (George Salazar X Reader)

WC: 2089

Warnings: Roland!Reader, weed and porn are mentioned briefly

Summary: Y/N Roland decides to sing ‘Michael In The Bathroom’ at Joe’s Pub, and a clip of her performance gets sent to George Salazar himself.

Tagged: @lildipstick @bellasabb @ahhhhamilton

A/N: I changed this request slightly, because I know that George is gay and I didn’t want to erase that.

“Hey Joe’s! How are ya’ll doing tonight?” I asked, earning a loud cheer from the audience. I chuckled, and adjusted the microphone slightly.

“That’s good, that’s good. Now, you guys may know me as Hélène Kuragina in The Great Comet on Broadway.” This made the crowd cheer even louder, and I chuckled, waving my hand at them.

“Oh, stop it.” I said, smiling widely at them. They chuckled and I took in a deep breath.

“Anyway, tonight you guys are in for a treat. You wanna know why?” I asked, arching an eyebrow. I waited until the clapping and cheering had quietened slightly, and continued talking.

“Well, it’s because I’ll be performing a few of my absolute favourite on and off a Broadway songs for you.” I said, taking in a deep breath.

“Now, the first song I’ll be performing for you is a little ditty that was written by the wonderful Joe Iconis. It’s from one of my all time favourite musicals, and is sung by one of my all time favourite people. So, here we go.” I said, nodding to the pianist.

The all-too familiar intro started playing, and I took in a shaky breath.

“I am hanging in the bathroom, at the biggest party of the fall. I could stay right here, or disappear, and nobody’d even notice at all.” I sang, and the audience cheered and screamed.

“I’m a creeper in a bathroom, cause my buddy kinda left me alone. But I’d rather fake pee than stand awkwardly, or pretended to check a text on my phone.” I sang, starting to get into character.

“Everything felt fine when I was half of a pair. Now through no fault of mine, there’s no other half there.” I took in a shaky breath and began singing the chorus.

“Now I’m just Michael in the bathroom, Michael in the bathroom at a party. Forget how long it’s been. I’m just Michael in the bathroom, Michael in the bathroom at a party. No you can’t come in.”

There were a few chuckles from the audience at that line.

“I’m waiting it out, till it’s time to leave. And picking at grout as I softly grieve. I’m just Michael, who you don’t know. Michael flying solo. Michael in the bathroom by himself. All by himself.” I sang, readying myself for the next verse.

“I am hiding, but he’s out there just ignoring all our history. Memories get erased, and I’ll get replaced, with a newer, cooler version of me.”

I took in a deep breath, feeling the song get more intense.

“And I hear a drunk girl sing along to Whitney through the door. ‘I wanna dance with somebody.’ And my feelings sink, cause it makes me think, now there’s no one to make fun of drunk girls with anymore.” I sang, clutching the microphone tightly.

“Now it’s just Michael in the bathroom, Michael in the bathroom at a party. I half regret the beers.” I said, fake vomiting slightly.

“Michael in the bathroom, Michael in the bathroom at a party. As I choke back the tears. I’ll wait as long as I need till my face is dry. Or I’ll just blame it on weed, or something in my eye.” I sang passionately, taking the microphone off the stand

“I’m just Michael who you don’t know, Michael flying solo. Michael in the bathroom by himself, all by himself.” I sang, taking a few paces across the stage.

“Knock, knock, knock, knock. They’re gonna start to shout soon. Knock, knock, knock, knock. Aw hell yeah, I’ll be out soon. Knock, knock, knock, knock. It sucks he left me here alone. Knock, knock, knock, knock. Here in this teenage battle zone.” I sang, feeling my breathing rate go up as the music got louder.

“Clang, clang clang, clang. I feel the pressure blowing up. Bang, bang, bang, bang. My big mistake was showing up. Splash, splash, splash, splash. I throw some water in my face, and I am in a better place. I go to open up the door, but I can’t hear knocking, anymore.” I took in a shaky breath, and felt tears begin to well in my eyes.

“And I can’t help but yearn, for a different time. And then I look in the mirror, and the present is clearer. And there’s no denying I’m just.” I sang, my voice dropping off towards the end of the phrase.
“At a party. Is there a sadder sight than.” I sang, humming the melody after these words.

“At a party. This is a heinous night. I wish I’d stayed at home in bed watching cable porn. Or wish I’d offed myself instead, wish I was never born.”

“I’m just Michael who’s a loner, so he must be a stoner. Rides a PT Cruiser, God’s he’s such a loser.” I stomped my foot aggressively, feeling a tear or two fall down my face.

“Michael flying solo, who you think that you know. Michael in the bathroom by himself. All by himself. All by himself. All you know about me is my name. Awesome party, I’m so glad I came.” The pianist played the final chords, and I smiled out at the audience.

They whooped and cheered enthusiastically, and I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. “Thank you, thank you. Now, this next song is from Dear Evan Hansen, so if you know the words, sing along!”

I scrolled through my Instagram feed, noticing a few fans had uploaded videos of me singing at Joe’s the other night.

I chuckled at the comments on the photos, and noticed that a few people had tagged George Salazar in the videos.

I saw that I had a few DM’s, and I opened my inbox, gasping when I saw one particular message.


Hey Y/N! I’ve seen a few of the videos of you performing Michael In The Bathroom, and you were brilliant! I had no idea you were a BMC fan, and it was a very pleasant surprise to see one of my new favourite Broadway actresses singing one of 'my’ songs.

I paused, and set my phone down on the kitchen bench. I let out a screech, shocked at what I just read.

I picked up my phone and read it again, trying to make sure that it was actually real, and not some hallucination.

I took in a deep breath, and typed a response with shaky fingers.

Hey George. I’m very glad you enjoyed my performance, and honestly I’m struggling to type this because my fingers are shaking so badly. I’ve always looked up to you for god knows how long, and this has literally made my freaking day. So THANKS!!

I pressed send and let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Almost as soon as I’d sent the message my phone made a noise, and I saw that there was a response.


Is it bad I was going to say the same thing about you? You are absolutely killing it as Hélène (I’m seeing the show next Monday) and you were incredible in Heathers. I’m doing a performance at 54 Below next week, and I was wondering if you wanted to maybe join me???

A truly inhuman scream left my mouth when I read George’s response. I walked around my kitchen, trying to come to terms with what was happening.

Um, absolutely! Getting to perform with you would be a dream come true, honestly.

I saw that George had read the message, and was typing a reply.


Awesome!! The performance is next Friday night, and you can be there at about 6:00. ❤️ (btw I love your username! Will probably begs to differ)

I chuckled, knowing full well that George was right. My username for every form of social media was @thebetterrolandsibling and it brought me a great amount of joy when Will first saw it.

I got out of Instagram and immediately dialled my brother’s number, hoping he’d pick up.

“Hey Y/N. How’s my favourite little sister?” Will answered and I rolled my eyes, sitting down at the kitchen bench.

“Hello to you too, William.” I said and Will groaned. I chuckled to myself, knowing full well how much he hated being called by his full name.

“What do you want, Y/N/N?” Will said and I shook my head slightly.

“You’re so rude. Anyway, you know how I did that performance at Joe’s Pub the other night?” I said, holding the phone close to my ear.

“Yeah. I saw the videos. You were, dare I say, quite good.” Will said cheekily, and I let out an annoyed sigh.

“Whatever. Some fan sent videos of me performing to George Salazar, and he freaking DM’d me. That’s not the best part. He asked me to perform with him next Friday at 54 Below!” I rambled, hoping Will could at least understand bits and pieces of what I’d said.

“Oh my god, Y/N! I’ve performed with George a few times, and he’s awesome! I know how much you love him.” Will said and I felt my cheeks heat up a little.

“He’s gay, Will. It’d never work out.” I muttered, and Will laughed loudly on the other end of the phone.

“That’s not what I meant, but ok. I have to go now, but I love you, Y/N. Bye!” Will said, and I smiled to myself.

“Bye Will!” I said, hanging up the phone and setting it down. I let out a sigh and sat down, leaning back into my chair. Next Friday couldn’t come soon enough.

“You made it!” I whirled around to see George standing there, a bright smile on his face and his arms open wide.

“Yeah! I wouldn’t miss this.” I said, and George chuckled, pulling me into a brief hug. I felt my cheeks heat up a little as I hugged him back.

“I saw the show on Monday, and let me just tell you, you were absolutely incredible! I’m considering seeing it again and bringing Travis this time. He’d love it.” George said, and my blush only darkened.

“Thanks! I really do wish I could’ve gotten to see Be More Chill, but the cast recording is beautiful.” I said, and George waved a hand in my direction.

“You’re too nice. Anyway, so I was thinking that we could do a duet of something from Be More Chill, seeing as that’s how this little duo got together.” George said, pointing between the two of us.

“That sounds awesome. So, which song were you thinking?” I asked, and George smirked at me.

“Well… I was thinking maybe we could do Two Player Game?” George said and I nodded enthusiastically.

“I love that song so much, you have no idea.” I said and George laughed, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“Perfect. Let’s get going, then.”

*I’m not writing out the entire song, bc it’s too time consuming*

The song ended, and the audience cheered, clapping wildly. I looked over at George and smiled brightly, adrenaline pumping through my body.

“Thank you very much! Make sure to see this lovely lady in The Great Comet at the Imperial Theatre!” George said, gesturing to me.

I waved at the crowd, my cheeks hurting slightly from smiling. “Thank you so much for having us, 54 Below! Goodnight!” I said, walking off the stage with George.

“Oh my god, that was amazing!” I said, and George nodded excitedly, pulling me into a hug.

I returned the embrace, tightly wrapping my arms around his torso. “We have to do something like this again.” George said, letting go of me.

“I second that idea.” I said, and George chuckled, nodding his head.

“I should probably let you go, but it was awesome to finally meet the woman behind some of my favourite theatre characters.” George said, shooting me a wink.

“You’re so goddamn smooth, Jesus Christ.” I said and George threw his head back, laughing loudly.

“It’s a blessing and a curse, Y/N. While we’re still here, do you want my number? That way we can keep in contact more.” George said and I nodded vigorously, pulling out my phone.

I unlocked it and passed it to George, watching as he quickly typed in his number. “Perfect. Text me later, ok?” George said, handing me my phone back.

“Got it. See ya George!” I said, waving at him as he walked off.

“Till we meet again, Miss Roland.”

The Gents all had lives before crime, weren’t necessarily any less morally grey, but were at least fully formed people before they committed to this. The Lads though? They all got into this world so young, so new and malleable, and that’s going to shape you right? Thats gotta fuck you up.

It’s not that they’re uneducated, though most didn’t make it all the way through schooling, couldn’t name all the presidents or power through unnecessarily complicated mathematical equations, they’re all perfectly intelligent where it matters. They’d have to be, the FAHC has no time for idiots, will not accommodate those who drag their feet or fall behind; not even fond familiarity would tempt Geoff if someone wasn’t pulling their weight, not when it could cost everyone their lives.

So it’s not that a life of crime has them lacking intellectually - more, morally. It’s not always evident, the rest of the crew are hardly a shining beacon of good behaviour after all, but every now and then it’s blindingly apparent that the Lads aren’t guided by even the most basic degree of normal societal values.

They have a hardness, maybe it was once self-interest and maybe now it’s hard-won devotion to the crew but either way it’s something callous and greedy where their empathy should be. An absence of any inclination to put themselves in anyone else’s shoes, to care about anyone at all outside their very limited circle. Geoff’s little pack of miscreants who’ve learnt loyalty as bared fangs and body counts, as us before them and together till the bitter bloody end.

It would be lying to say it didn’t appeal to the darkest parts of Geoff, a perverse kind of pleasure in knowing that all that wild potential bowed only to him. That they were his, caring for none other and loyal to no greater power. Or. Well. There’s a thought Geoff can’t quite fully quash, a hypothesis he hopes to god is never tested, because while he knows the Lads regard the FAHC as theirs and would never contest Geoff’s position, he couldn’t say with complete conviction that if push came to shove their loyalty to him would supersede their affection for each other.

And they are affectionate, don’t skimp on the softer emotions for all that they only show them to their crew; they roll around the penthouse floor like children, squabble and tease and laugh, watch explosions with stars in their eyes and flit about the Gents with obvious adoration.

It’s just dealing with people outside of the crew that they struggle with, little flashes of black-hearted apathy that stick out every now and then. For the most part it’s mere background noise, just one of the many quirks of the crew, but occasionally it’s harder to ignore; moments when Geoff mentions going the long way to avoid civilians, or lets a loose thread live, or chooses some kind of mercy and the Lad’s just look at him. Heads slightly tilted, eyes blank, utterly without comprehension. They’ll do what Geoff says because Geoff said it, but he doesn’t miss the little looks they shoot each other. The raised eyebrows, the eye rolls and shared smirks. Doesn’t miss the concerned crease in Jack’s brow when she catches them any more than he misses the way Ryan smothers the curl of a nasty little grin.

Ryan understands the Lads on a level that Geoff won’t admit makes him kind of nervous; his empathy pushed so far away during his life as the Vagabond that he finds it awfully easy to relate and absolutely can’t be trusted to be the sole voice of reason when Geoff and Jack are otherwise occupied.

The FAHC have rules for what they will and won’t do when given a choice, when their lives aren’t at risk, lines of arbitrary morality to let them sleep at night, but Geoff does wonder whose sleep he is protecting. Knows, deep down, that the Lads likely follow the rules because they are the rules, not out of any true sympathy for their fellow man.

Jeremy admitted once, under the influence of black-market painkillers and too much pilfered whisky, that they had a habit of judging an act based on how much it would annoy Jack. Not because Jack’s behaviour was an accurate barometer for acceptable morality but because who the fuck wants to upset Jack? Geoff might ask why it isn’t his sensibilities being taken into account and  Jeremy laughs right in his face before passing out. They don’t talk about it.

Just like they don’t really talk about the way Ray couldn’t care less who his gun is pointed at, what they’re doing or who they’re with, would unquestioningly shoot a priest in front of school kids if that’s what Geoff asked for. The way Michael and Jeremy take pot shots at civilians when they’re bored, assigning each other points, their collective high score the one time they barricaded the exits of an occupied building before burning it to the ground. The way Gavin sometimes takes more than he needs from a job, charming his marks into giving him whatever he wants then getting them so twisted up they’ll ruin their own lives for his amusement, watching them destroy themselves then leaving them to live with it.

The Lads are unpredictable, irreplaceable, fiercely treasured by the rest of their crew and fundamentally wicked like it’s all they truly know. Because to some degree it really is, all they are and all they’ve been, all they care to be; the FAHC is their entire world and there’s no limit on how far they’d go to keep it.

Noctis x Fem!Reader - The Stranger in the Coffee Shop

So, as you all know I’ve not written anything for a while - I’m so sorry! But in the midst of writing my dissertation, I’ve also been writing a Noctis x Reader story I’ve thought about for a while now. Took a few days but here it is, the first part! If you enjoy or think it would be worth continuing, please let me know! Hope you like! ~

Noctis x Reader
WC: 3400

In sheer desperation to escape his upcoming duties, Noctis leaves the castle one night to wind up in a coffee shop. He gets talking to a stranger in there, and he comes up with a crazy plan to get him out of his responsibilities - fake marriage!

Slightly AU since it wouldn’t fit into the timeline in reality!


Taking a deep breath, Noctis walked on through the moonlit streets of Insomnia, his heavy steps stomping dully as he trudged on. Long strands of ebony hair fell into his eyes but he barely noticed, focusing on the path in front of him. Wrapping his long fingers around his goose-bump ridden arms, he let out another sigh.

Damn it, really wish I had grabbed my jacket on the way out.

As the prince wished for warmth, his eyes caught sight of a soft light streaming out of the window of a near-by shop. It illuminated the path before him, the gentle glow of the light becoming incredibly welcoming. He shivered, finally looking up at the building.

Who knew a coffee shop would be open this late?

But Noctis didn’t take much time to deliberate it, the cold air increasing its cool grip on his exposed forearms. He was only grateful that there was somewhere open and inviting at this late time of night. Eagerly the prince closed his frozen fingers around the door handle, pushing open the glass door to be greeted by a rush of warm air.

An appreciative sigh left his lips as he allowed the heat to wash over his figure welcomingly, the door shutting behind him with a soft clack. Looking around he found the place unsurprisingly empty, save for a lone figure sat at one of the tables with her head bent over a laptop, forgotten cup beside her still holding whatever drink she had bought. Otherwise there were no other customers than just the two of them.


Slowly Noctis chose a seat away from the windows, settling into the leather with yet another sigh. His eyes fluttered shut as he finally relaxed, letting his shoulders droop and his head lower against the back of the chair.

What a nightmare that had been

Prompto would be looking for him, he was sure of it. In fact, so would the other two, combing the streets of Insomnia for a sign of the prince who had left the castle in such an angry rush. The thought projected the image of his father’s face on the back of his eyelids, disappointment touching his features. Regis hadn’t said anything. Not a word. And for some reason, that had made the situation all the more uncomfortable for Noctis.

I’m just not ready. I can’t do this. The words repeated themselves over and over in his head like a mantra. The king of kings? No way. Absolutely not.

“Hey there, what can I get y’all?”

An energetic voice brought Noctis out of his revere, his eyelids opening to see a young looking woman with a short crop of blonde curls stood before him. She held a small note pad in one hand, pencil poised in the other with a warm smile on her face. Having not read anything on the menu, Noctis replied lamely;

“Uh, a coffee?”

The woman’s smile didn’t falter, causing him to wonder how many other people had requested the same unspecific caffeinated drink.

“Any particular type you’d like?”

“Uh… ebony?” The question was evident in his voice, but it was the first coffee he could think of thanks to a certain advisor…

The only decision he’d agree with tonight. The prince almost grimaced.

“Sure thing! I’m Cindy, and I’ll have your drink over in a jiffy Prince!” And with a bouncy walk she headed back over to the counter to prepare the requested drink. However, the last part of the sentence didn’t fail to escape his notice, drawing yet another sigh from his lips.

Can’t go anywhere to escape this title

Once again Noctis settled back into his seat, hoping he couldn’t be viewed from the window in his current placement. He wanted a few moments peace before he was inevitably found, and boy would he be in trouble once he was found. Thinking about the long, obligated lecture from Ignis alone was enough to make him groan into his hand.

“You’re sighing an awful lot over there.” A soft voice once again interrupted his inner monologue, however it was different from the first. Lifting his sapphire gaze, his eyes landed on the other customer in the café tucked into the corner of the room. She had finally lifted her head up from her laptop, her eyes reflecting the tired feeling Noctis himself felt.

“Got a lot to sigh about.” He answered dully, slouching back against the soft leather of his seat.

She scoffed.


“Yes.” His answer was short, his eyebrows puckering in a slight frown of annoyance.

“But you’re a Prince.”

It was Noctis’ turn to scoff.

“So? Maybe I don’t want to be.” He grumbled, not really looking at the woman sat across from him.

“But your life must be so… worry free.”

“That’s where you are wrong.” His eyes slid to the floor as he spoke, eager to end this conversation with the stranger in a coffee shop. She clearly didn’t understand what he was feeling, just another person who believed status equalled happiness, and that was what he really didn’t want right that second.

“Enlighten me then. What could possibly trouble the Crown Prince Noctis enough to come here at this time of night?” The woman continued, tilting her head curiously as his gaze once again lifted to hers.

“You’re full of questions aren’t you?” He grunted and she shrugged in reply.

“I’d like to know how the other half live, y’know? I bet our worries are vastly different.” She sighed, her eyes casting down to look back at her laptop screen, the blue light casting a glow over her face once more.

The other half huh? Me too. Noctis wondered. It would indeed be nice to know what it would be like to live his life without it being predetermined for him, without the knowledge that weighed so heavily on his shoulders regarding his future.

“Here ya go – nice an’ hot for y’all. Drink it up now.” Cindy suddenly returned with a steaming cup on a tray, setting down the ceramic container in front of the prince as a rich, deep scent infiltrated his nose. The heat radiating from the coffee was pleasant, warming the prince’s hands as he wrapped his fingers around the cup. Smiling, he thanked Cindy who smiled in return before heading back behind the counter.

Before he could stop himself, his eyes returned once more to the girl across from him still glancing at the screen in front of her. She tapped away slowly, her eyes revealing how tired and fed up she felt. Noctis found himself feeling… bad for her. No, bad was the wrong word. He empathised with her. He too, was extremely tired and fed up at his situation, but what, he wondered, could be bothering her? Against his better judgement, Noctis gripped his coffee at the handle and rose from his chair. The sound of his boots across the laminate flooring alerted her to his presence and she looked up, surprise registering in her eyes as the prince stopped at the chair seated opposite hers.

He lifted an eyebrow in question, and after a moment she nodded. Noctis set his coffee down and settled in his new chair. It wasn’t as comfy as the soft leather had been, but he concluded that was the point. It was clearly where people could sit to do work, and again he wondered about the laptop set before the girl.

“What, uh… what is your name?” Noctis started, not quite sure how to begin a conversation with a complete stranger from a coffee shop he’d entered on a whim.

This isn’t something I pictured myself doing recently.

She looked at him from over the lid of her laptop, her eyes creasing slightly as she smiled.

“[Name].” She told him, and he nodded. He opened his mouth to reply but she shook her head before he could.

“I know who you are Prince Noctis, there isn’t a person in Insomnia who doesn’t.”

“Yeah… fair.” He nodded, feeling even more awkward than before. He really couldn’t escape that title even for a few moments.

“I… I’m writing.” She offered suddenly, sensing his discomfort and feeling a little bad about it. To ease the silence, she finally offered something up about herself.

“You are?”

“Mmhmm, which is why I’m currently stressed.” She sighed, leaning a cheek into her hand in resignation.

“What are you writing about?”

“Now who’s full of questions?” One brow perfectly arched as a small smirk graced her lips. Noctis rolled his eyes.

“Okay, you got me. Well… I’ve well and truly fucked up tonight.” He offered in resignation. As he spoke he realised he just wanted to get the words of his chest, to have an impartial party to talk to about the situation. This girl sat in front of him, with her chin resting on her hand, warm eyes keeping his gaze and friendly smile, posed the perfect opportunity to release some of the frustration pent up inside.

“How so?”

And he just let go.

“I told my dad I don’t want it. I don’t want to be king. He thinks I’m… I’m not responsible enough for what I have to do and I can tell. He doesn’t have to say it, but it’s there.” Noctis folded his arms on the table and dropped his head into the gap. He’d left out of course, the whole king of kings, saving the world stuff he didn’t even want to think about himself, let alone tell it to a stranger.

“Ah, that sounds rough…” Her voice had softened, and with a gentle ‘clip’ Noctis heard her shut her laptop. This caused him to lift his head questioningly, seeing that she was prepared to give him her full attention.

“Yeah, sucks a little. Tensions are high y’know. I just had to get away from it a little bit.”

“Mmm… sorry.”

“Huh?” Noctis sat up to look at her properly, seeing that her gaze had lowered and was that… a blush beginning to form on her cheeks?

“About earlier. I know it can’t be easy being a prince, I was just… stressed out myself.” She apologised, fiddling with her sleeves.

“It’s uh, fine. You didn’t know. What has you stressed anyway?” Noctis asked, eager to shift the focus away from himself currently. She gestured to her laptop in answer before she spoke.

“I have a deadline to meet. I… I’m a reporter.”

Noctis’ blood ran cold. A reporter? And he had foolishly revealed what had happened to her.

Oh shit, I am royally fucked.

The panic in his eyes must have been evident as she immediately waved her hands and shook her head.

“No! I haven’t written anything about what you have just said, I promise. I’ll let you have a look at my laptop if you like, I haven’t got a word down. I mean, I won’t lie, I was going to which is why I was so inquisitive to start off with. But what you just told me now… it seems too personal to report.” Her voice tapered off towards the end, and Noctis regarded her cautiously. Her eyes were wide, and palms faced towards him in a gesture of peace. She didn’t seem like she was lying, and she had closed her laptop straight after he’d finished speaking. That hadn’t been enough time to write anything, surely?

For some reason, Noctis trusted her. He knew she wasn’t lying.

“Okay. Thank you.” He nodded, and she relaxed at his apparent acceptance of apology. A few moments passed in silence, both taking sips from their drinks until Noctis suddenly scrunched up his nose.

“You’re drinking that?” He asked, gesturing to the cup in her hand.

“Yeah, I mean, I paid for it?” She answered in confusion, checking her cup for any stains or anything that would make it undrinkable.

“Isn’t it cold?”

“Oh, yeah. Stone.”

Noctis wrinkled his nose in disgust once more, causing her to laugh.

“It’s not that bad.”

“I’ll take your word for it, and continue to drink my warm coffee.”

“What coffee even is that?”

“Ebony, apparently.”

“Ugh, see that’s even worse than my cold one.”

“I know a spectacled man who would vehemently disagree with you there.” Noctis mumbled looking down in his cup, thoughts of his predicament returning at the mention of Ignis.

“Hey, why don’t you get married?”

Noctis spluttered at her suggestion, almost spilling his remaining coffee as he started.


“It’s just a suggestion. It’s a great way to show your dad you’re responsible without actually having to do much, marriage always make you look grown up.” The slight smirk had returned, rolling her eyes at the prince’s reaction.

“Marriage is your great idea?”


“I’ll pass.”

She shrugged her shoulders in return, bringing her cup to her lips once more, this time so she could mumble into the rim.

“Chicken prince.”

“…what was that?”

And once again Noctis was blessed by her little smirk, just twitching at the corner of her lips as she shrugged once more.

“I’m sure I have no idea what you mean…”

“Tch, really?”

“Oh yep.” Her smirk grew more pronounced at the prince’s look of disbelief, until she couldn’t help herself and giggled at his expression.

“I’m not a chicken.” He mumbled, almost sullenly which only proved to make her giggle more.

“So you did hear me then.”

“Yeah, I mean, it wasn’t very quiet.”

“That was the point.”

Noctis sighed and rested his hands in his lap, looking down to wrap a loose thread around his index finger.

Ignis will want to fix that I suppose

“It’s not that simple, even if I did want to get married.” He mumbled, a familiar blonde face swimming into vision, reminding him of his duty.

“How do you mean?”

He didn’t quite know why, but there was something about this stranger that made him want to just tell her everything. Was it because she wasn’t affiliated with the castle in anyway? Or was it her friendly nature? Or the way her voice sounded so inviting when she lowered it like that?

Or perhaps she really is a dam good reporter.

Either way, she drew him in easily, and he found himself wanting to share his thoughts with her.

“There… there is something I have to do as Prince, to help keep the peace as you have to. But… I don’t really want this, and I don’t want to hurt her feelings or-”

Noctis was suddenly cut off by a loud, sharp bang at the door. Instinctively he swivelled in his chair to face the sound, and was met by a bright flash.


The light was disorienting, but as his vision cleared he heard many voices talking at once, all sounding very excited.

“He’s here!”

“We’ve found him!”

“Get the shot before anyone else does, just keep snapping!”

Various clicks echoed around the raven haired boy as he rubbed his eyes to rid them of the pain. Once he opened them little specks of blue and red dotted in his eye line.


And finally, his eyes settled on the scene before him.

Even better.

In the quaint little cafe stood at least ten different reporters and a few with cameras, snapping away at the prince as he sat dumbfounded. Cindy had appeared, and was doing her best to shoo them out but none of them were listening - they were eagerly shouting questions at him, scribbling furiously on their notepads to get the scene down. Noctis turned to face his recent companion to find that she too looked very taken aback at the scene.

Their eyes locked, and she mouthed;

“What the fuck?”

To which he just shrugged and shook his head to symbolise that he too didn’t really understand. He was just about to ask the reporters just what it was they thought they were doing, when a loud, deep voice cut across the excited babble.


It made his heart plummet to his stomach.

They found me

Sure enough, the hulking figure of Gladiolus Amicitia strolled in through the cafe shop door, the reporters standing back instantly though still snapping away. A short, blond boy entered after him, and a lean tawny haired man after. Each wore a different expression - one of annoyance, one of stern disappointment, and one of worry.

“There you are at last.” Ignis stepped forward towards the table, his eyebrows pulled down into a very stern frown as he approached.

“Yeah… here I am.” Noctis knew his nonchalant tone would only serve to further annoy the advisor, but at that particular moment, he didn’t care.

“Do you mind telling us what the heck you were thinking storming out at this time of night? Regis was going mad!” Gladio’s strong brow was pulled down into a frown, his eyes flashing in anger.

“I only went for a midnight stroll.”

“A-a midnight stroll?”

“I feel it would be best if we were to continue this conversation within the privacy of the castle.” Ignis intervened swiftly, making reference to the many excited reporters in the room. Gladio took a quick look around, then stood up straight and looked away from Noctis in quiet agreement.

“Uh guys?” Prompto managed to get his voice heard over the din in the room. And he asked a very good question.

“Who is that?”

And just like that, all eyes in the room turned to face the girl who had only wanted to come in to finish her article off in her favourite coffee shop. Noctis glanced at her apologetically, her eyes wide and face slightly resembling that of a deer caught in headlights.

“Ah… ah, I’m just…”

“Noct, is she your girlfriend?” Prompto blurted suddenly, and the prince swore he could almost taste the tension in the air at those words.

“N-no!” A deep red began to creep into her cheeks as once more everyone turned to look at the mysterious [h/c]. All of a sudden, the flash was going crazy once more, this time however they weren’t pointed at Noct.

As Noctis watched the cameras flash and the shocked looks from his royal guard friends, an idea blossomed in his mind. He had no idea what compelled him to do it - possibly the conversation they had earlier, but the words were coming out of his mouth before he could stop them.

This is my chance!

“She’s not my girlfriend, she’s my fiancé.”

The entire cafe was suddenly rendered quiet at the prince’s outburst. He dared not to raise his eyes and actually look at the girl he’d professed to be his fiancé, for fear of what look she might be giving him. It was like his heart had stopped, the pressure of her reply weighing on his shoulders.

Ignis’ eye twitched.

“She’s your… what?”

“We’re engaged, specs.” He forced himself to remain sounding as uninterested as possible, but it was hard with a lump the size of a hefty rock in his throat.

“Come now, you surely jest?” Ignis’ voice dipped low, as if he was offering Noctis a last way out. Even Prompto was regarding the tawny man cautiously.

“No, it’s true. We are engaged.” Finally, Noctis summoned all the courage he could muster to look up at his fake fiancé, pleading with his eyes.

For the love of the gods, please agree

She regarded him silently for a few moments, his heart racing in his chest at her silence. There was a glint in her eye, and Noctis wasn’t sure if she was amused or really fucking pissed. But then-

“Yes. We are engaged, and have been for a while.”

The reporters erupted, snapping pictures of the two companions sat at the table. Both could almost see the headlines tomorrow - and both had to stifle a groan.

Ignis’ eyes were like ice, his voice clipped and short.

“I see. Well, we must invite her to the castle, to get her settled in. Make haste.” And with that, the advisor turned on his heel and left. Gladio shook his head in disbelief, and followed after him. Prompto looked at Noctis, his blue eyes wide with some emotion… emotion that looked like… hurt. And he too, left the shop.

With a heavy heart, Noctis turned to his saviour, awkwardly offering out his arm for her to take.

“Well, shall we?”

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Sana, alone again in the kitchen. Suddenly, Yousef came in with unreadable expression on his face. Of course this is after /the text/ Thank you! :D


 Sana was startled by his voice. She hadn’t expected him to be here. She had just gotten out of the shower. Thank god, her hair was wrapped in towel, but she was still uncomfortable. It was the first time they’d seen each other since Friday. And she hadn’t even gotten a good look at him that night. She was too busy planning her own funeral. She was so sure she’d be dead, when her parents climbed the stairs. But Yousef had saved her. He helped get the girls out. And most importantly, he had taken the wrap for that Vodka incident. She was so grateful after that. For a moment, she’d imagined a future with him. But then, it all came crashing down. ‘I’m not Muslim’ that message was seared into her brain. She couldn’t stop thinking about it no matter how hard she tried.

“Hi” she replied. And then, a silence filled the room. She didn’t know what else to say. And apparently neither did he. He just stood still by the doorway. Sana tried to read his expression. Tried to get some sort of clue of what he was feeling. She wanted him to tell her that this was one big joke. That of course he was Muslim. That this wall that had been built between could easily come down.

“Crazy Friday, huh?” she said, trying to fil the silence. It didn’t work. His face didn’t change it. It was strangely intense. Like he was formulating thoughts in real time. And Sana could see it. It was as if she was across the room seeing him talk to somebody, but she just couldn’t make out the words. Sana moved closer to him. He opened his mouth to say something.

“You’re so lucky Yousef’s a great guy” Elias voice felt sharp in the silence. All the sudden, he appeared behind Yousef. He put his arms around Yousef slightly shaking him. Yousef faked a smile. Sana could tell. It didn’t seem natural. Sana didn’t know when she started to know, which one of Yousef’s smiles were real and which were fake, but she knew the difference.

“Yeah” Sana replied. “I’m lucky”. And then she left the kitchen. A world felt between her and Yousef. And she didn’t know how to fix that. She didn’t know if it could even be fixed.