𒊹︎ᴋɪʟʟ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ𒊹︎
-if you're into a slow burn romance.... stick around.
also a bit of enemies to lovers....
-sorry if you don't like it :(
-this isn't just a romantic story so it might not be to your liking
-there will be mention of of sexual things...
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• Sighing, y/n slowly let go of Dick's hand as they walked to the registration table. There was a woman there, her hair sleekly styled in a low bun and a green pantsuit.
"Hello there, invitations?" She asked and y/n's heart pounded, the adrenaline of lying rushing through her blood again.
She shot a look at Dick how pretended to look for it.
"Are you kidding me babe?" She rolled her eyes "you had one job!" She started raising her voice, knowing what she was doing.
Dick kept searching around his pockets, looking for an invitation that they never had in the first place.
"I must've left it on the jet." He sighed, as more eyes glued onto them as their bickering continued.
"Seriously Claude? The jet's already heading back to France!" Y/n threw her arms up in frustration as the lady at the table gave them a gasping look.
"Here, just put your names down, you're clearly supposed to be here." She said, judgment oozing from her voice. Y/n and Dick didn't say anything, only grumbling on as Dick wrote their names down.
Y/n linked onto his arms as they got out of earshot. "Nice work," Dick complimented while they walked into the convention center.
She picked up an itinerary and read it to her pretend husband. "Free time at the booths—" She started as they noticed they were in that room with booths on ways to better your sex life. "Live work shop with Rodney Swenson, 2:00 pm." Dick looked down at his watch, 1:49 pm, he sighed.
"And lastly, once that's done it's 'A Motivational Speech with Krissy and Stu McPhee.'" She almost gagged.
Y/n scanned the room, noticing that the live workshop would be in a separate room. She nudged Dick,
"look, we can go into the worship and then sneak out and look at the guest list from that week." She mentioned and Dick nodded in agreement.
The two of them walked through the maze of booths, each varining in what they offered. Some ranging from fruit flavored condoms to lust inducing snacks.
He then slyly picked up a strawberry covered in chocolate from the booths, offering it to y/n.
"Aphrodisiac?" He snickered, she looked at the sweet treat, letting go of a stubborn face as she shoved it into her mouth.
It became boring walking around, pretending to distraught and looking at the booths. They kept circling around, observing the people around them. Y/n noticed how everyone seemed so angry with their partners. She softly placed her hand on Dick's bicep, letting guide her.
Her ears were filled with sour bickering as she stole a glance towards Dick. She wondered if they were ever in a relationship if they would ever turn sour and toxic like the couples around them. Y/n quickly shook the thought out of her head, realizing having any type of romantic relationship with Dick would never happen.
The ushers guided them into the next room, and to their seats. Only, there weren't really chairs but instead mattress-like surfaces fit for two people. The room was set up like theatre and y/n and Dick were forced to shuffle their way close to the front.
Not knowing what was about to happen, she shot a sketchy look towards him. They had no idea what they were in for.
