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allthemeniveloved · 1 month ago

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Do I look like him?

Summary: John finds himself torn between the love you’ve built together and the ghost of the man who made it all possible, wondering if he’ll ever be enough.

wc: 2,313

Warnings: a little smut, angst, fluff, missing Arthur, body worship, hurt comfort

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Inspired by Tyler, the Creator's song "Like Him (feat. Lola Young)" as well as a phenomenal edit I saw on tiktok the other day from @ arthursnipple with this song.

"That's it, baby," he rasped, pounding into you with little restraint. "Take what ya need."

He could feel you tightening around him, your nails digging into his back as you urged him on. And God help him, he wanted to give you everything - to make you scream his name until your throat was raw.

"You like that, sweetheart?" he grunted, angling his hips to hit that sweet spot deep inside you.

John could feel his own release building, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter at the base of his spine. But he held back, determined to bring you to the brink first. He wanted to watch you come undone on his cock, to see the look on your face as you shattered in his arms. So he repositions your leg over his shoulder before doubling his efforts, his hips snapping into yours with brutal force as he watches your breasts bounce perfectly. Your lover pressed open-mouthed kisses to your ankle as you begged for him to keep going, to keep filling you up, just as you had done so many times before.

“That’s my baby,” he grunted, “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

You moved your hand to cover his on your waist, and the soft contact caused him to meet your gaze.

Do I look like him?

The thought flashed across his mind faster than he could realize, and the startling thought caused a stutter in his hips. You pretend not to notice as he softly shakes the thought from his mind, but his eyes left yours as quickly as he found them.

John's hips snapped forward again, driving into you with renewed intensity. The bed frame creaked and groaned beneath you, threatening to give way under the force of your passion. But John barely noticed, too consumed by the unease he suddenly felt deep in his chest.

“Cum for me, baby,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire and desperation, “I wanna feel you fall apart on my cock.” And with a final, intense thrust of his hips, you shattered in his arms, body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over you. John worked you through it all, prolonging your climax until you were boneless and completely spent beneath him. After allowing you a moment to catch your breath, he pulls out of you and quickly finds the bandana on his nightstand to wipe up his mess. He’s slow and deliberate about it, studying every curve of your body while avoiding your gaze.

“You didn’t finish,” you whisper.

“That’s okay, sweetheart.”

The night was still, the only sounds coming from the soft rustle of the wind through the trees and the rhythmic creak of the old wood frame beneath the weight of the two of you. The room was dark save for the faint glow of the moonlight filtering through the thin curtains. He couldn’t sleep. He rarely does these days.

His gaze fixed on the ceiling, his thoughts heavy and tangled. Your hand rested lightly on his chest, your fingers curling against the fabric of his shirt. A gesture so small, but one that made his heart ache with the weight of everything he didn’t know how to say.

You were here, with him, at Beecher’s Hope. After everything—after the chaos of the gang, the bloodshed, the loss—you had chosen to stay. Chosen him. And yet, as John lay there, staring into the darkness, he couldn’t shake the feeling that someone else’s shadow lingered between you.

Arthur.

He hadn’t spoken the name out loud in years, but it lived in his mind like an uninvited guest. The man who had saved him, the man who had been everything he wasn’t—steady, loyal, selfless. The man you had loved first.

John had never blamed you for it. How could he? Arthur was easy to love in ways John never felt he was. He had been your rock, your safe haven, in the chaos of the life you’d all been trapped in. John wasn’t blind to the fact that if Arthur hadn’t been taken by sickness, hadn’t sacrificed everything for the people he cared about, you wouldn’t be lying here now. Not with him.

His chest tightened at the thought, and his free hand moved to rest over yours, his fingers brushing the back of your hand as if to reassure himself that you were real.

John had always felt like a man playing a role he wasn’t fit for. Husband, father, lover—they were words that didn’t sit right on his tongue, responsibilities that felt like borrowed clothes he couldn’t quite fill. And yet here he was, with you beside him, Jack in the next room, and a life that felt almost too good to be true.

John takes a long drag on his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke that curls lazily toward the ceiling. “You think about him a lot, don’t you?”

You stiffen at the question, fingers wrapping tightly against the fabric of his union suit, you don’t need to ask who he means. There’s only one man whose shadow stretches this far, even after all these years.

“John…” you start, your voice soft but edged with warning.

“I’m not mad,” he says quickly, cutting you off. His eyes meet yours, and you see something in them that makes your chest tighten—an understanding that feels heavier than anger ever could. “I just… I just want to know.”

You look away, your gaze drifting to the fireplace in the bedroom. The flames flicker and dance, and for a moment, you see Arthur’s face in your mind’s eye—his crooked smile, the way his voice softened when he spoke to you. You swallow hard, the memory sharp and bittersweet.

“Sometimes,” you finally admit. “I think about what he’d say… what he’d think about all this.”

“All this,” John echoes, his voice quieter now. He crushes his cigarette butt in the ashtray on the nightstand, running a hand through his dark hair. “You mean us.”

You nod, your throat too tight to speak. You know this is a conversation you’ve both been avoiding for years, but it was bound to happen eventually. The ghost of Arthur Morgan has always been a part of your relationship, even if neither of you wanted to admit it.

John rolls to face you, propping himself up on his elbow, his lips pursed together. “Do you… do you ever wonder if it woulda been different? If he hadn’t…”

“Don’t,” you interrupt, your voice sharper than you intended. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. “Don’t do that, John. It’s not fair. To him. To us.”

He nods, but the tension in his jaw doesn’t ease. “I know it ain’t fair.”

The words hang in the air, heavy and unspoken until now. You feel the sting of them, not because they’re cruel, but because they’re true. Arthur had saved you in more ways than one, even in death. He’d given you the strength to carry on, the courage to find something resembling happiness again. And yes, he’d brought you to John, even if not intentionally.

“Sometimes I wonder if he’d hate me for this,” he murmurs. “For bein’ with you. For tryin’ to give you the kind of life he wanted to.”

You squeeze his hand tightly, willing him to feel the truth of your words. “Arthur wouldn’t hate you, John. He’d want me to be happy. He’d want you to be happy too.”

He lets out a heavy sigh. The firelight plays over his features, casting shadows under his eyes and across his jaw. For a moment, you think he’s going to let the conversation drop, but then he leans over and cups your face gently, his calloused thumb brushing away the tears you didn’t even realize were falling.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be enough,” he says, his voice raw and unsteady. “But I’ll spend the rest of my life tryin’ to be.”

Before you can respond, he leans in and kisses you. It’s not a hesitant kiss, or a questioning one—it’s fierce, full of need and vulnerability and love. His lips press against yours with a desperation that speaks of all the things he can’t say, all the fears he carries but refuses to burden you with. You gasp against him, your hands clutching at his shirt as if to ground yourself, and he deepens the kiss, his fingers tangling in your hair.

The world outside the cabin fades, the weight of the past momentarily lifting as his warmth surrounds you. When he finally pulls back, both of you breathless, his forehead rests against yours. His eyes are glassy, his breathing uneven.

“I love you,” he whispers, the words as much a plea as a promise.

“I love you too, John. And I’m not going anywhere.”

He pulls you into his side as you dry your tears on the fabric of his shirt. It’s not long after that sleep claims you. He turned his head to look at you, his breath catching at the sight. The moonlight painted your face in soft silver, your features relaxed and peaceful. You looked beautiful, even in sleep—especially in sleep, when the weight of the world seemed to lift from your shoulders.

John’s breath was slow and measured as he lay beside you, the faint glow of moonlight outlining your figure against the bed. You were wrapped in his arms, your bare skin glowing like some ethereal thing, soft and inviting. His gaze roamed over you, unhurried, lingering on every curve and line as if he could imprint the sight of you onto his very soul.

He’d seen you like this countless times before, but tonight felt different— more fragile, as if this moment existed on the edge of something he couldn’t quite name.

His hand moved slowly, almost reverently, tracing the curve of your shoulder, the delicate slope of your collarbone. His calloused fingers felt clumsy against your softness, but he didn’t stop, letting his touch map the places his eyes had already memorized.

Every freckle, every scar, every mark on your body felt like a story he wanted to know by heart. The faint dip of your spine, the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you breathed, the way your hair fanned out across the pillow—all of it was mesmerizing, sacred.

John’s hand drifted to your arm, following the curve down to your wrist, where he paused to marvel at the fragility of it, at how someone as strong as you could feel so breakable in his hands. He lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your palm, then to the delicate skin of your wrist where he could feel your pulse thrumming beneath his mouth.

His chest tightened as he shifted closer, his lips trailing along your arm, your shoulder, the hollow of your neck. He wanted to know every inch of you, wanted to memorize you in a way that went deeper than touch or sight. He wanted to carry the memory of you with him always, in a place where no time or distance or loss could ever take it away.

As his hands moved to your waist, his fingers splaying across your skin like he was anchoring himself to you, he closed his eyes and breathed you in. You smelled like home—faint traces of lavender soap and the earthy scent of the outdoors. He thought of how often he took for granted the simple presence of you, the way you fit against him like you belonged there.

You stirred under his touch, your breath hitching slightly as you turned your head toward him, your eyes fluttering open. The sight of you looking at him, sleepy and soft, sent a rush of something overwhelming through him—something that felt like love but was too big and too consuming to be named so simply.

“John,” you whispered, your voice heavy with sleep but laced with something deeper, something knowing.

He didn’t answer, couldn’t find the words. Instead, he leaned down and kissed you again, his lips slow and deliberate, tasting the softness of your mouth, the heat of your skin. It wasn’t a kiss of passion, though that burned beneath the surface—it was a kiss of devotion, of a man trying to capture the essence of the woman he loved in a way that words and memory alone could never hold.

When he pulled back, his hand moved to cradle your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek as his eyes searched yours. “I just… I just want to remember you like this,” he murmured, his voice low and rough with emotion.

You smiled softly, your hand covering his as you leaned into his touch. “I’m not going anywhere, John.”

He nodded, though his chest still ached with the weight of everything he couldn’t say. Maybe you weren’t going anywhere, but life had a way of taking what mattered most. And if it ever did, he’d carry this night, this moment, with him always—every inch of you burned into his memory, like a brand on his soul.

His lips brushed your forehead, a kiss so light it was barely there, but it carried all the things he didn’t know how to say.

He loved you. He didn’t always know if he deserved you, but he loved you more than he’d ever thought himself capable of loving anyone.

John’s eyes grew heavy as he let the warmth of your body and the steady sound of your breathing pull him toward sleep. He didn’t have the answers, didn’t know if he ever would, but as he lay there with you in his arms, he knew one thing for certain.

He’d spend the rest of his life trying to be the man you needed him to be. Even if he’d never quite escape the shadow of the man who came before him.

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theblueflower05 · 1 year ago

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Mi Ti’ong(In Bloom)

A/N: Usually I try to keep my readers pretty ambiguous so that everyone can envision themselves, but this ones gonna be a little more distinct. If that isnt your jam, please dont read! No use of Y/N. Reader nicknamed Flora. Based on the character from Winx Club! And this art!

Word Count: 6k+

Warnings: Size difference kink.Mature Language. Smut. Overstimulation. Oral sex(female receiving) Neteyams a munch, it’s canon now.

Summary: Neteyam can have anyone and yet he only wants you. A small human who can usually be found among the flowers. Neteyam x Human! Reader

Sugar, honey, iced tea. Bumble bee on the scene.

Yeah I’d give up my bakery to have a piece of your pie, ugh!

-See You Again, Tyler the Creator.

The forest is alive, the beating heart of Eywa felt in each and every leaf among the trees.

Every glowing piece of flora and fauna, every creature whose calls echo through the vastness.

This time of year is special and it's as though it is known. Deeply and primitively by all. The rains had come and gone, nearly a month of bruised skies that had bogged down the village and its daily life.

But as they always do the skies cleared, and the sun made its reappearance. Glittering and glimmering- triple rainbows breaking out in kaleidoscope like figurations. Beaming down with all of it’s warmth and vitality.

The earth is well fed and fertile, the soil rich and blooming with new life.

It’s that new life that brings the talioang(water buffalo like beasts) back. The creatures return in great migrations to the lush pastures of sweet new grasses to have their babies. The fish swim upstream, battling the roaring rivers, to spawn. The fruit hangs heavy and ripe in the trees. All around there is nothing but full bellies and joy.

This period of abundance is the Great Mother’s gift to her children.

It had always been Neteyam’s favorite time of the year.

Everything lush and bursting with life, the excitement a low constant hum amongst the tribe. The Great Hunt is coming and his father had given him the okay to take lead.

In his nineteen years, he had never been appointed with so much responsibility.

Jake tells him it will all be fine, nothing but easy smiles. This will be good. A fantastic way to show the clan that he’s ready to take on the title of Olo’eyktan once his father steps down. Although he manages to keep is calm and cool demeanor in public, he’s so fucking nervous he can barley function.

It’s why he’s here, trudging through the branches.

The village is buzzing with excitement. Everyone wants a moment of his time, their voices overlap as they wish him good luck.

Question his competence as head of the hunt.

Subliminally hint that hunters twice his age have never gotten the chance to do what has been so freely handed to him.

Remind him that their daughters are pretty. Unmated. Makes the best steamed Teylu. Are fertile and willing to give him strong children-

Fuck.

The moment he could, he’d slipped away. Disappeared into the foliage and had booked it deep into the trees, desperate for a moment alone. For a moment of silence and the peace of being away from prying eyes.

He doesn't even really know where he’s going.

Only that he just needs to be away. If only for an hour. He needs to recharge his ever draining social battery, to get his head on straight before tomorrow's hunt.

Neteyam has always performed his best under pressure.

Things that made others balk and cower ignited something in him. A need to fight. To prove himself- it’s not the prospect of high adrenaline and stampeeding hooves that makes him squirm. It’s all of the attention its garnering.

He know’s fully well that being the next Olo’eyktan means that attention comes with the territory. But that doesnt mean the thought of everyones focus on him doesnt make his indigo skin crawl.

He’s leaping aimlessly between vines when he remembers his sisters earlier proposition.

“Come with me and Flora to the watering hole today! The waterfalls are so pretty during this season- We’re going to go swimming!”

It’d been tempting this morning, and now it is even more so. He could use a dip in the cool waters and Kiri was always an ear to vent to when he got overwhelmed. He’d clear head and then leave-

He wouldn't get stuck staring at you.

Again,

No.

He can't pinpoint exactly when this happened.

It was like one night you were just another human at the Outpost. Another familiar alien face he’d grown up around. Just like Spider you’d stuck close with the Sully children. Your cheeks always flushed beneath your exo-mask and your fingernails always dirty and caked with mud from the hours and hours you’d spend tending to any and all plants that came in your line of vision. You were always so soft. Too soft for his liking sometimes. You’d cry at just about anything whether it be one of those old Tawtute movies the scientists played at the lab or the sight of an injured shimmyfly.

And then suddenly gone was that snotty, teary little girl he’d always known. And in her place was…you. A woman grown. Beautiful and bold- and there was strength in your softness now. You’d proved him wrong so many times- made it clear that you weren't another responsibility he’d have to shoulder-

“I can take care of myself, Neteyam” you’d insisted, never letting him carry your heavy baskets or tend to your scraped knees.

It’s maddening, the way that you shrug off any and all of his advances drives him fucking insane.

Neteyam approaches the secluded bank of the watering hole that his family loves best slowly, keeping in the treeline. Just out of sight. Just like he’d expected he finds you and Kiri on the familiar sands. Kiri is lounging in the sun, eyes closed and humming a pleasant tune to herself-oblivious to anything around her. He’d have to chastise her about her complete lack of situational awareness later.

You’re knee deep in the lake- tending to the water lilies that grow close to shore. Your back is to him but he bets your nose is all scrunched up, just like it always is when you’re around anything green and growing. His eyes drink you in greedily. All of your sun kissed skin is on display in the tiny faded pink panties you don for swimming.

He’d never found humans particularly pretty before you. The intense differences in their bodies had never appealed to him-

But Eywa, are you something to look at.

Time had been kind to you, and as you’d grown your body had morphed into something goddess like. You’re a real looker, his father had claimed. Would’ve been a total knockout back on Earth.

You’re all plush curves. Your breasts are pert and sit like rip hanging fruit on your chest, your hips wide and thighs jiggly and thick. And your waist…he’s sure if he put his much larger hands around them, his fingers could touch. He could cage you in his hold.

That thought has him biting his tongue, hard enough to taste metallic. You turn a bit, your laughter chiming over the glittering water like soft wind at some dry joke Kiri made.

Your hair color is light, lighter than any Na’vi’s and falls down around your shoulders in thick waves. He can only make out the side of your face but your full lips are pulled into a coy smile and your light jade eyes sparkle and all hell. Neteyam is so gone on you.

You’re like nothing he’s seen and definitely nothing he’s had.

And since his Iknimaya he’s had his first pick of the women of the clan.

He’s tasted passionate huntresses and flexible dancers alike and none of them satiate his thirst. None of them are able to replicate what he can only imagine you might taste like. It’s almost pathetic how many women he’s had and how many times he’s almost called out your name as he emptied his seed.

Neteyam’s more discreet about his romps than his brother, that’s for sure- but still. It’s a known fact that he’s an unmated male at his prime and that comes with a certain appetite. He can have anyone he wants, any Omatikayan woman would be glad to spend a night with him.

Yet somehow he’s lurking, hiding in the bush. Watching you longingly. Simpering like a pre-teen and pining over the way that the sunlight plays in the strands of your hair.

He shakes himself from his embarrassing reverie.

No one would be able to tell that just moments before he’d been debating on stroking his cock to just the sight of you, lurking in the trees like a creep. No. As he approaches its with his head held high and a sharp smile on his handsome smile.

“Brother!” Kiri grins, sitting up once she clocks him.

“What are you girls up to?” Neteyam greets. Cool as a cucumber.

“Nothing much, just been here since dawn. The waters so high this year!” Kiri picks up a fruit from beside her, peeling at its tender meat “everyone’s been out here today-on the other side, but no one knows how to get to this spot so we’ve had the beach all to ourselves”

You’re coming in from the lapping shore, beaming at him “Look at all the paysul(waterlily) that’ve bloom! I’ve never seen this many- isn't it amazing?”

“They are very beautiful. The rains were hard this year. I’m surprised the flooding wasn't worse” Neteyam tries not to focus on how tiny your chest covering- the bra as you call it- is. He turns his attention to his sister instead.

“Where’s Tuk, I cant believe she’d miss a chance to swim with you guys”

“She’s with mom, stuck on weaving duty since she tore grandma’s favorite tapestry” Kiri snorts because her baby sister had thrown a complete fit when she had been told she couldn't come “What about you? I thought you we’re too busy to hang out with the likes of us”

“I was able to make a little time for my favorite girls” Neteyam jests, amused by your eye roll and Kiri’s scoff “Plus, Lo’ak told me you need some humbling. Seems you forgot who’s the best diver in the family”

“Oh, you’re on, Teylupil(penis face/dick head)”

After stripping down to only his cloth, his cumberband and com left on shore, he slips into the cool refreshing water with a pleased “Ah”. Enjoying the gentle current against his skin-only to be tacked under the surface by Kiri and all of her bony lanky limbs moments later.

The sun soaked afternoon is filled with laughter and splashing. It’s exactly what he needs.

The three of you play in the river like children. Neteyam and Kiri go at it like the always do- careful to be gentle with your smaller form as you join in. It’s easy to forget the looming pressure of the hunt while he’s jumping from the rushing waterfalls and racing his sister, discreetly preening when he wins and you cheer him on with little claps.

Eventually you all tire.

Kiri floats on the water and goes to that place in her head that she so often does. Completely at peace to be surrounded by nature. She claims it’s when she can best hear Eywa.

Neteyam keeps a bit of an eye on her to make sure she doesn't randomly fall asleep again. Hoping she’d have the sense to get back to the beach before that happened.

Water floods his face and goes right up his nose.

His head snaps to you, spluttering and wiping at his eyes, “What the hell?”

You just giggle innocently before disappearing beneath the surface.

Neteyam’s tail flicks with interest.

He decides to let you get your little head start. His heart speeds up with the promise of a hunt before he starts his chase.He might be bigger then you but you're quick and slippery. Your mask giving you the advantage of not having to come up for air like he does.

When he grabs your ankle, so sure he’s got you, you all but kick him in the face to get away.

You little shit.

Fine.

If you want to play dirty, then he’s game.

He allows you to think you have a chance. That you may be winning the little game. You’re heading for the waterfall, planning to hide behind it.

He’s bigger and more trained than you could ever hope to be.

It only takes one well planned move and you’re done.

He yanks a hold of you, secure. He holds you then, your back against his chest and his strong muscle corded arms wrapped around you from behind before propelling the both of you through the pounding waterfall and into the small, closed off cave behind it.

“Neteyam!” You whine, squirming in his hold like a fish and he just laughs because honestly. He can barely feel it. You’re trying to escape with all his might and he’s holding you the way he might hold a child throwing a tantrum.

He leans in close, burying his face in your wet hair, close to your ear “I win, Sylaung(flower)”

He feels you shiver in his arms and it just makes him hold you tighter. He could keep you like this forever, if you’d only let him. Instead he can feel without you even saying so how hesitant you feel about this

“I think I deserve a prize” he pushes on even further and you give him a confused, side ways look. He so graciously allows you to turn in his hold until your chests meet, face to face.

“Like what?” you wonder and you’re too cute. You’re looking up at him, struggling to treading water with your smaller legs- Neteyam lifts you higher, until you’re bracing your hands on his broad shoulders and he’s holding you above the current. Supporting you totally.

“Well what can you give?” His inquiry is almost condescending and you shrug.

“I’m fresh out of gold stars” you tease and he barks out a laugh. Do you think he can't tell? That he can't see the way your cheeks flush and your pulse hammers beneath the delicate skin of your throat?

“What about a kiss” he offers offhandedly and your face scrunches up in a glare automatically.

“You don't want to?...”

“Why do you make fun of me like this, Neteyam” It’s not often he hears your voice this hard, soured by embarrassment and self doubt.

“I’m not making fun of you” he insists with a sigh “I don't know why you always say that. When have I ever given you the impression that I’d do that?”

You won't meet his gaze. Your green eyes flick, anywhere but on him. Zeroing somewhere behind his back. All too interested on the rocky cave wall.

“If it wasn't for this damned mask” Neteyam husks, low and sincere “I’d kiss you right now”

Even still, you don't seem convinced. Won't look at him until he takes your face in his hand, his fingers gentle but insistent. They grip the mask at your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “Why don't you believe me?”

“I’m nothing like the Omatikaya women you’ve been with” you say plainly like it's so obvious. Like it's a problem.

“I know”

“You didn't even like me growing up. You thought I was annoying”

“That isn't true-”

“It is” you insist haughtily “you’d make fun of me for talking to my plants”

He doesn't mean to laugh, really he doesn't. It’s not the time for it and it just pisses you off even more. He doesn't let you out of his arms even when you swat at him. “Listen, I’m sorry. I think it’s very sweet the way you talk to your plants. I want you to talk to me just like that, please”

That earns him a little giggle and he feels very pleased with himself.

You play with his hair often, most times it's mindless. A way to distract yourself. Your small deft fingers twirl along his adorned braids. He craves the scritch of your manicured nails on his scalp.

“How do you want me to kiss you? If I have my mask on” The interest in your hair is only just veiled. Your attempt at being nonchalant fails.

“Hmm” Neteyam feigns thinking, face screwed up “I think I could come up with a few ideas”

A few thousand more like it. You were the star of all of his fantasies. You, twisted and contorted into positions that would surely make you blush. You, with your mouth hanging slack in pleasure. Screaming his name-

But you hadnt agreed to that. You only, just barely, agreed to let him kiss you.

When he leans in its slow. Slow enough to give you time to push him away.

The waterfall roars in the background, white noise, but even it can't drown out the thunderous beating of your frantic heart.

Then his lips are pressed against your throat, gulping in the sweet scent of you. He cant kiss your mouth, but he can kiss the sweet, smooth column of your neck. Your clavicle. Your quivering shoulders. The heavy flesh of your breast. His kisses are open mouthed, his rough textured tongue dragging over your skin, leaving saliva trails in their wake-

You gasp sharpley when drags the skimpy fabric of your bra down so he can get at your pebbled nipple. He’s just about to suckle, when the moment is broken.

“Guys! Where’d you go?!”

It’s Kiri. Obviously awake from her nap like meditation time.

Your eyes go comically wide and Neteyam reluctantly releases you. Not wanting to get caught with an armful of pretty, half naked human. He’s thankful for the cold water and the way that he can hide the hardness tenting his tweng.

He catches you by the wrist before you can dip beneath the falls-

“We’re not done here, Sylaung” the promise leaves his lips fevor laced and full of heat.

You can only gulp and nod dazed, “I still owe you a kiss” your sweet voice reminds, before you’re ducking back under the water.

Leaving him dazed and buzzing for a moment before he gets it together and follows.

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Days later he still hasn't gotten his prize.

Although he’s celebrated by his clan, praised for his successful hunt, he feels like something is missing.

The Harvest Season and its celebrations are well underway. Every night there's dancing and singing around the large bonfires we’re fragrant spiced tailong meat roasts. Neteyam is highly decorated; feathers adorn his freshly braided hair and he's donned his most ornate cumberband. He’s hauntingly handsome

Spider and Lo’ak are sat near the main fire, laughing heartily and sharing a leather gourd full of liquor between themselves.

Spider’s obviously drunk and eyeing Kiri hungerly as she dances with Tuk- he’d never do that sober. Not with Neytiri so near. Lo’ak is lounged out, an attractive female in his lap. She giggles madly at whatever filth his little brother whispers in her twitching ear.

Jealousy bubbles acidicly in Neteyam’s belly and again, he wonders where you are. Why you arent here, in his lap. Letting him woo you.

He figures he’ll have to go to you then, if you won't come to him.

First thing to do is find you.

“Hey, Spider!” the human man is the best place to start. Spider’s eyes are glassy under his mask and still. His friend is excited to see him, greets him with a hand shake and a small hug.

“Neteyam, man! Where have you been all night?”

“Around, you know how it is” Neteyam shrugs, sitting sown on the log, accepting the gourd and taking a swig of the thick sticky sap inside. It burns all the way down.

“This partys essentially for him- I’m surprise you we’re able to get away from dad” Lo’ak shit-talks, like he always does. It’s good natured for the most part “I thought he might throw you a parade or something. Call in the clans-”

“Fuck you, man” Neteyam chuckles, shaking his head at Lo’aks theatrics. “Don't be jealous”

“Jealous of dad? Nah” Lo’ak “Now the women you’re getting? That I might be jealous of”

“Hey!” the girl in his lap, a weaver from a modest family, squrims, pinching at his shoulder “You’ve got all the woman you need for the night, sayrip”

She squeals when Lo’ak squeezes her tight around her middle and blows wet raspberry kisses into her neck.

Neteyam just rolls his eyes and shares a little look with Spider. By the next eclipse, Lo’ak wouldve moved on. He has a knack for loving and leaving.

“Why arent you out there, bro? I saw Amitsa giving you the eyes! She’s so hot and she doesnt ever give anyone the time of day” Spider juts his chin and sure enough. The woman is giving Neteyam longing looks from across the fire. She’s a pretty thing and her sultry voice is renowned in the tribe. He’d be lying if he said he wasnt attracted to her “You’re not gonna go try to get at that?”

No. He’s not.

“Uh” Neteyam scratches the back of his neck “I was actually looking for Flora, I havent been able to find her around lately”

Of course, that sets of a exactly what he knows it would.

His brothers are assholes and have teased his merciesly since discovering his obsessive crush. Spider knocks his much smaller shoulder against Neteyam’s and Lo’ak hoots with laughter.

“How someone can be pussy whipped for pussy they haven't even had is beyond me” Lo’ak snorts and Neteyam gives him a warning growl, his lips snarled up.

It’s nothing he hadn’t heard before.

Lo’ak finds it endlessly amusing that Neteyam had his eye on you, the tiny human he’d grown up so lukewarm about. It had always been his siblings; Kiri and Lo’ak and Tuk that were close with you growing up. Neteyam had never shown a speck of interest until your figure had grown curvy and supple-

“Piss off, I wasn’t asking you” Neteyam gives his best big brother stare down. His golden eyes hard and unimpressed before looking to Spider, hairless brows raised “You know where I could find her?”

“Listen man, she said wasn’t interested in hanging out with anyone tonight” the human man starts with a sigh and Neteyam’s growl is low and warning “-but I’m sure you can find her where she always is”

Neteyam wracks his brain for a moment “The Greenhouses?”

“Bingo” Spider nods, an almost sympathetic look in his eye as he watches Neteyam jump to his feet and set off.

Lo’ak sniggers and the girl in his lap scoffs and mutters something about “shameful, being that twisted up about a tawtute” but Spider says nothing.

Instead his plixr hazed eyes focus on the figure dancing close to the firelight. Kiri lets out a twinkling laugh at something Tuk says and yeah. Spider understands Neteyam. He understands being completely obsessed with something you’ve never had.

Instead of taking a note from his much braver brother, he lifts his mask and takes another shot of the acidic syrup.

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Neteyam could make the trek through the forest to Hells Gate in his sleep..

He’d spent a good chunk of his childhood retracing these exact steps, headeded for the familiar concrete fortress that made up the last human outpost on Pandora.

Neteyam had always been far too similar to his mother, for countless reasons. But his distaste for everything industrial was one of the main reasons. As he got older he spent less and less time here. Couldnt be found in the cold echoing hallways like Lo’ak and the girls coul

But even he could admit.

There’s something beautiful about the Greenhouses.

With their dome like structure, the big glass buildings are a fortress for the humans. Inside they’re as hot and humid as the Pandoran rainforests- but circulating Earth air so that the fruits and vegetables that are native to Terra Firme can grow, even on this alien planet.

Neteyam makes his way inside, plugging in the codes into the keypad and letting himself in through the pressurized doors that slide closed right behind him. His eyes are peeled, taking in all of the foreign greenery, hoping to catch a flash of tanned skin or light hair in the cracks between trees.

The Greenhouses are huge. There’s orchards of apples and oranges and long deep garden beds full of root vegetables. Enough to feed the Hell’s Gate settlement throughout the year, to trade with the People of the Omaticaya.

No matter, he’s a blooded hunter after all.

He hones in on that training as he tracks your path. Your footprints along the cement floor are light, and really you barely leave any trace of yourself at all. You float along with light steps and Neteyam truly thinks if you had been born one of the People you would’ve made a fine huntswoman-

He finds you in the shade of the orange trees. You’re up on a stool, gathering the plump fruit and humming a pleasant little tune.

You’re ethereal in artificial sunlight.

You’re something out of the books that Norm used to read to them when they were kids. His favorite had been the one about the boy who would never grow up and the island of Neverland. And the tiny golden dust covered pixi that flitted from page to page.

A fairy.

A being not quite real. Too gentle and feminine to exist.

He likes the tawtute clothes you wear. The small top that clings to your breasts like a second skin and the flowy patterned skirt. Of course if it was up to him you’d only ever wear the garments of the People- or even better, Nothing at all.

You reach too high, strained up on your tippy toes and Neteyam feels irrational fear at that. At all of your delicate skin and breakable neck-

He’s beside you in an instant and he doesn't need a ladder to reach the high hanging fruit you’d been struggling for. He grabs the fruit with one hand while the other stabilizes you, his big palm spread out across the small of your back.

You gasp at his warm touch. Your head snapping in his direction and legs going wobbly.

“Neteyam!”

“Flora” He sighs as he urges you down from the ladder, takes the heavy bucket of fruit from your hands “You really do need to be more careful”

You splutter for a moment, still shocked at his sudden arrival “I- ugh! I was fine!” you insist haughtily “It’s not like I don't do this all of the time. You didn't need to come help me, I can manage perfectly fine on my own”

“Need to help you?” Neteyam cocks his head a bit.

“Yeah…I mean. Why else would you be here?” you ask, scratching awkwardly at your arm for a moment “Tonight's the celebration. You really should be back with the clan-”

“As should you” He cuts you off firmly. Not liking the way that you’re trying to separate yourself from the tribe. From him “I have not seen you for days. Do you not want to feast with our people?”

You sigh, looking away from him. Biting at that plump ever pink bottom lip of yours. Always shy, he knows he needs to bring you out of your shell. You’ll find a way to run away from him again if he doesn't.

“I didnt come here to help you” Neteyam admits because he’s selfish and because you’re too beautiful. Even more so, since you’ve been hiding from him. Avoiding his attention.

“Oh really?” you’re not coy by nature but there's something in your eyes. In the way you’re looking up at him “Then what are you here for?”

“My kiss”

Your pupils expand, just the tiniest bit but he can see it. He can see it all. Every inch of your pretty face, unbridled by that cumbersome mask you usually are forced to don. He can see every freckle and blemish- and the way that a blush creeps across the apples of your cheeks.

“A deals a deal” Neteyam insists at the prolonged silence. At your nervous flicking gaze.

“Okay” is your sweet reply and he can only stare at your plump lips. A man with one thing and one thing only on his mind.

You don't protest when he reaches for you. When his big hands go around your waist and tug slowly until he’s enveloping you in his chest. You fit so perfectly, right under his sternum. Stare up at him with wide eyes that flutter closed the closer he inches his face towards yours.

The kiss is wet and electric and Neteyam wants to eat you whole.

Any awkwardness that comes from the size difference is soon overcome by the desire that simmers between you. You let him lead, always so willing to go with whatever flow he may give. Let him nip at your delicate bottom lip until he can almost taste the metallic twang of blood. Let him stick his much bigger tongue into your warm mouth, and then down your constricting throat.

As you make little gasping choking sounds, he imagines it's his huge pulsing cock stealing the air from your lungs instead.

You gasp for breath when he pulls away, as he trails kisses down your soft jaw. He cant stop, wants to taste you everywhere. Every inch of skin. He know it must be overwhelming- if your heaving breaths and mewls are anything to go by, he knows you’re feeling every inch of the mind spinning need that he is.

Still,

No matter how much he gropes at you with rough hands and drags spit soaked kisses over your neck and chest, youre so good for him. Such a good girl. Holding on for any ride he might take you on. Your fingers twined in his silky braids arent there to push him away, but to pull him closed.

When he grasps you by the back of your thighs and hoists- you wrap your legs around his slim waist, your ankles hooking at his lower back.

The helpless noise you make goes straight to his groin.

Neteyam lies you down on hard floor. He’d rather have you in the warmth of his Kelku, or under the stars, but at least here he can get at your maskless face. At your bare lips. Once he’s cradling your head safely and tucked in between your spread thighs he's at you again. Ravenously.

You’re so docile, so eager to let him take whatever he wants.

“Flora” he husks into your hair and you shiver.

“Yeah?”

“Flora” Neteyam brings your little body even closer.”You have no Idea. I have to have you. I need-”

You squeak needily “You can have whatever you need” and gasp when Neteyam kisses your cheek. Your lips. Your jaw. Your neck. Your nerves are on fire and your hips grind against his.

“I need this body. I need to see all of it, you drive me crazy” Neteyam armits as he tugs on your top and you help him pull it up over your head. You dont wear a bra, why would you? Your pretty rosy nipples are all on display for him. Pebbled and begging for attention, He laps slowly with his wide textured tongue at the puffy nub.

He suckles like a newborn until you’re chivalry and making hurt little sounds, until your pretty chest is covered in blooming bruises.

And then he’s dragging his wanting mouth down. Past your heaving ribs and over your soft belly. Neteyam hikes the flowy material of your skirt up high, until he can bend down and poke his head underneath.

“Oh!” you gasp, writhing a bit. Your thighs trying to close on instinct.

You’re so wet for him, the smell of it is thick and heady and he digs his nose into your inner thigh and snuffles. Its mouthwatering.

And it bit mortifying, from your end. Having the large man with his head buried under your skirt as he sniffs at your core-

When he licks a fat stripe over you, wetting up the thin material of your panties you cry out. No ones ever touched you like this and here he is, licking at your clothed pussy. Over and over until the fabric is translucent and sticky with your flowing juices.

“Please” you mewl, gathering the fabric, yanking until you can see him.

Its filthy and erotic. The sight of his hulking blue body between your trembling tanned thighs. So alien. So taboo-

“Please what, sylaung?” Neteyam taunts, his golden eyes meeting yours. They shine with mirth, and lust. So much lust. When he noses at your pink flowery panties you throw your head back, eyes squeezed closed. Unable to take the sight any longer “You want me to take care of you?”

“Yes” you sob because you’re pulsing and you can barley breathe you’re so horny “Please take care of me with your tongue”

Neteyam strips you then, out of your skirt and cute little panties and you’re lying under him. Naked and flushed and wanting.

He shoulders himself exactly back where he wants to be. Where he’s always wanted to be.

“Don't worry, I’ll take care of this sweet pussy for you”

Oh god. Your head is spinning.

You can barely think as he kisses on the jiggling fat of your thighs.

“I’m sorry” you gasp.

Neteyam hums right against your core and you can feel the vibrations throughout your entire body “What for?”

“I’m so messy” you whisper, that pink blush blooming all over your body.

Groaning, Neteyam can't wait any longer. Your flavor bursts along his taste buds. Tangy and earthy and decadently sweet. He’s had his fair share of cunt before, but he’s never tasted a humans and he’s shocked at how saccharine it is. It’s sticky and coats his mouth and throat. His lips and nose and chin as he digs in.

“Neteyam!” You wait.

“Fuck. Oh, Eywa. One Second” Neteyam sits up and adjusts himself where his painfully hard under his tweng and the ache in you deepens. You try to be good, try to be still as he leans in and licks at you again. Kisses your pussy in that same beautiful passionate way he kisses your lips.

He’s good. Too good at this. He’s had too much practice and you never had a chance againts that oversized mouth.

“Holy fuck” the words sound even more vulgar in your honeyed voice “Fucking hell, Nete. Nete. I’m almost there”

Neteyam grin is hidden between the lips of your pussy. He doubles down, letting you hump and soak his face. Then lapping back at inside of you in a repetitive and ceaseless rhythm, One that has you shaking, arching up off the ground. Your plush thighs closing, clamping around his head as you come.

Your orgasm cinches tight and rushes around you, inside of you, out of you with a gush of slick. It’s so deep. So strong, that it takes a moment for you to truly peak and it leaves you in a daze. Out side of your body as you fuck up againts Neteyams mouth like a wild animal.

You’d never come so hard in your life and it takes a while for you to recenter.

Once youre able to focus past the rushing in your ears, the first thing you notice is Neteyam’s face streaked with wet. Your blush blooms across your cheeks as you both breathe unevenly into the quiet.

“Did that feel good?” Nereyam knows it did, but still. He needs to ask. Needs to hear you say it.

You giggle, girlish and airy as your dainty hand releases his hair and cups at his cheek “So so good. I’ve never felt anything like that before”

His grin is all too feline and seeing those white canines gleam so close to the most sensitive part of you is a little alarming.

“There’s so much more to come, yawntutsyip” Neteyam promises, leading back down. His fingers play with the jiggle of your thigh- so different then any of the Omaticaya women he’s had You squirm a bit, clearly overstimulated, but keep your legs spread anyway.

Neteyams long digits prod gently at your pussy lips. You’re oddly pretty here. All red and rosy and inflamed, like that blush he loved so much on your cheeks. He spreads you with two fingers so that he can look at you inside. At your quivering pink folds and your tiny little hole that clenches when he runs his finger along it.

“You’re so small here” he whispers, completely hypnotized by it “So fucking tight. You’ll never be able to take me”

You whimper unhappily “Don’t say that. I want to- please just try”

“Shh,” Neteyam soothes your cries. Your dazed worries. He distracts you with his tongue, as it swirls over your throbbing clit. It feels a bit like sandpaper to your nerves, but you can get enough.

When his finger begins to breach you, you hold your breath.

Its big, but youre so loose from your first orgasm, so desperate to be filled that he sinks in until the hilt.

Its maddening after that and you grind the back of your head into the hard concrete under you- your eyes closed and your mouth hanging open. The sounds you make are feral and raw-

Neteyam fucks you open with one and then two fingers until its easy. Until the sweet stretch doesn't burn- instead its slippery and wet.horribly wet as Neteyam feasts on you as he fucks you with his fingers-

“Too much-Fuck” you weakly try to pull away from the assult of pleasure but he he’s too strong. Pins you down. Makes you take whatever he wants to give you.

When he lifts your hips up even higher to take a curious lick at your puckered asshole you white out.

This orgasm isnt like the first. You sink under the waves of this one. Your muscles cramp with the intensity. You cant come back to yourself, you can’t cling to anything but Neteyam. You cant even scream.

He’s everything, as he soothes you. As he makes you feel things you’ve never felt before.

“H-hurts” you whimper, eyes filling up with tears. Pussy aching.

“Just a little more baby” Neteyam huffs as he licks at you and stuffs the hand that's covered in your cum down his own tweng. It lubricates the fast and furious pumping of his fist along his rock hard cock.

He cant fuck you tonight, thats something the two of you will have to work up to. He’ll teach your tiny body to take him. To crave penetration.

But with his tongue buried in your pulsating pussy and your scent all around him its easy enough to pretend. Easy enough to imagine shoving himself into you slowly. Stretching you’re ruined. Your hole would never be the same. You’d forever gape because of him-

Neteyam comes with a roar and dirties his loincloth up like a teenager.

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Later, after he’s cleaned you both up the best he can and gathered you to his chest. After he’s taken a sip from the breathing mask and nuzzled ar your wispy soft baby hairs that are plastered against the side of your sweaty head-

That he has the urge to read that book again. The one with the fairies. As he watches your slumbering face, your nose scrunching and lips pursing, he thinks the onlt thing missing is the gossamer wings,

His own little fairy.

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AAAAAAND we’re done.

First and foremost I want to give the wonderful @oakbuggy her accolades. Her Neteyam x Flora art inspired this fic 100%. A couple months ago I actually messaged her begging her to let me right this for her because I just couldn't get over this crackship of dreams. Thank you for being so patient with me. I hope you enjoy that overstimulation, baby!

PLEASE GO CHECK OUT HER ART. It’s sooooo delish.

This was a monster to write because I just had so many different ideas of what I wanted to do with the two of them and couldn't pinpoint where exactly I wanted the plot to go. Even now its a bit messy but still. I’m a fucking sucker for Neteyam x Flora and I would be more then happy to write more of them if thats something everyone would be into.

Please give me some feedback. What did we think about this writing style? Do we like the Y/N route more?

Until next time sweet honey bees!

#neteyam smut #neteyam x reader #neteyam x reader smut #neteyam x human!reader #neteyam x human reader #neteyam x flora #neteyam x you

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gh0stsp1d3r · 11 months ago

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Can you do a luke fic? Maybe some angst 🤭

I lobe angst sm! This is the song I listened to for inspo,,

𝒲𝒽𝓎 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 ℴ𝓃ℯ

MASTERLIST

Warnings- Yes I used the TikTok trend what abt it, reader gets stabbed, betrayed, mention of blood and scars

“Luke?” Your voice was quiet, he knew that voice though. He knew your voice. He snapped his head, suddenly dropping his sword. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he stared into your eyes.

“Y/n.”

Percy laid on the soil beneath him, your lip quivering as you stared at the scene in front of you.

“Luke… what are you doing?” You said, stepping closer to him. You were quiet still, your heart beat practically out of your chest.

“Y/n, you have to listen to me-“ he started. Percy stood up.

“Y/n, don’t listen to him.” Percy interrupted. You were torn.

Luke ignored Percy, stepping over to you now. He grabbed your face as you looked at him, face full of confusion.

“Kronos… has a plan for us, for you. And I want a future for us-“

“Kronos? Luke, what are you talking about?” You said, tears threatening to fall. “Why are you talking like that?”

“He can give us a better life than the Gods, I need you to understand, we can be free. Free from the Gods, free from Camp, from the rules. We have to leave soon-“ He spoke quietly, as if you were going to break if he spoke any louder.

“Are you sick? Is something wrong? Did I do something?” You asked, tears now falling down your face as you looked at the man you thought you had known.

“No, you didn’t do anything. Think about it, when was the last time you even spoke to your parents? Your mother?”

“That doesn’t matter, Luke.”

He grew more agitated at your words.

“I love you, why can’t you make this easier?” He asked.

“I loved you. Luke, you’re not the man I fell in love with. Whoever… this is, is not my Luke.” You gestured to him, his heart broke as a lone tear fell down his face now. The words he knew were true but didn’t wanna hear.

But with his sadness, comes more anger. You were taken aback when he pulled out his sword, Percy tried to run up and stop him but he was too slow.

He stabbed you, in the side. Not fatally or deep, just enough to injure and bleed.

You cried out, and once the anger was gone, he felt worse than he ever had.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He said to you, looking back at Percy and then running into the portal, away.

“Are you okay?” Percy asked, quickly coming over to you.

You groaned, lifting up your shirt to reveal your cut to Percy. He flinched upon seeing it.

“C’mon, let’s go to the medic.” He said, helping you stand up and walk.

You took a walk through the forest, it was a lot quieter now. It was dark out, and you were supposed to be in bed. But Dionysus is too drunk to notice anything and Chiron isn’t looking.

Your mind went to Luke. It had been for the last couple months. Every time you saw converse, an oak tree, curly hair, or even brown eyes. You pretended for a moment it was him, and for those moments you were happy.

You didn’t hear someone coming up behind you until you heard a branch snap. You turned around, furrowing an eyebrow as you tried to see what or who it was.

A familiar figure came into your view. You could see that curly hair and know it was him from miles away.

You stood straight, breath catching in your throat as he came closer. You looked down at his hands, no sword.

You pulled out your sword, and he held up his hands.

“Please. I just wanna talk. That’s all I want.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, and you looked at his pleading eyes. The eyes you knew you couldn’t resist.

You put it away for now, and you both stared at each other for a moment.

“I’m sorry. I…” the words were lost in his throat when he saw your gaze. It wasn’t loving like it used to be, it was more hateful.

“You stabbed me.”

“I know. And I’ve felt like shit, ever since I haven’t seen you.”

You could tell, his hair was disheveled, the bags of his eyes heavier and darker, he looked malnourished.

“You stabbed me.” You repeated.

“How bad is it?”

You lifted up your shirt to the scar it had left. He swallowed the lump in his throat, and he stared into your eyes again.

You swore to yourself if you ever managed to run into him again, you wouldn’t cry. But, you couldn’t help it.

The man you had loved for years, the man who had always been there for you, the one who helped you through everything.

“I still love you.” You managed to blurt out the confession. You sat down on a tree’s roots, putting your face in your hands as you choked out a sob.

He sat next to you, rubbing your back as you cried.

“I love you too. I’m sorry. For everything.” He said quietly.

You eventually curled up next to him, he just threw his arm around you like he used to.

“Can we still.. be friends?” He asked hopefully.

“I don’t think we can, Luke.”

“So.. this is it.. for us?”

You nodded, “I guess it is.” Your lip quivered as you said the words. He took a deep breath and stayed quiet before speaking again.

“In another universe, I imagine we would own a beach house or something. We would be off on our own.” He said, “then eventually we’d get married. Have kids or something.”

“Why not this one?”

#luke castellan x you #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #pjo #pjo tv show #pjo spoilers #pjo series #pjo fandom #pjo disney+#pjoverse

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sh4dys · 7 months ago

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K. » Hansumfella

summary: after hanging out with some of your highschool friends, tyler realizes he’s most content when you’re just with him

warnings: somewhat possessive!tyler (?), fluffy fluff fluff

A/N: guys, hansumfella lovers, i’m delivering, but it lowkey sucks. plus i’m working on a wattpad fic for him because 1) the wattpad ones aren’t up to my standards (sorry loves), and 2) there’s only like 3 on there

You and Tyler had been going out for a couple months at this point, and the only time you guys ever really hung out with other people was when you were actually invited out to places, or when other content creators wanted to hang out.

Tyler was also friends with your friends, so he never minded when you were one on one with someone like Jake or Johnnie. But when it came to some other people, he was iffy about it.

He hated seeming possessive, but he couldn’t help it. Especially not when he would catch some of your old friends eyeing you up in your outfit, making him simply wanna pull you out of the small reunion.

You had convinced him to come along with you, saying that he should at least meet your friends before completely avoiding them for life. But now he was fully set on avoiding half of them.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you around them, he just didn’t really trust them. He didn’t know them. And according to one of the girls, a guy there had feelings for you, which of course wasn’t ideal for him.

He was left to his thoughts for a while, wishing the two of you were alone at home, just the two of you, basking in each other presence.

He hadn’t noticed you sit down next to him until he felt your hand on his, immediately bringing his attention back to you, a soft smile forming on his lips.

“Hey, you seem quiet. You okay?” You spoke quietly to him, interlocking your fingers together, and ran your thumb over his own.

“Yeah, just kinda wish it was only me and you.” He chuckled softly, planting a small kiss on the side of your head.

“I get that. I haven’t seen these guys in years though, so I wanted to catch up. If you really want to though, we can head out early. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

He couldn’t help but smile more at your concern, simply nodding as he slowly stood up, gesturing for you to say goodbye to your friends while he went outside to start up the car.

It wasn’t long until you guys were back at his house, with you being held against his chest as you scrolled on your phone, and him messing with your hair.

“You know.. I really like when it’s just us.” His voice was quiet, planting a soft kiss to the side of your head. “I just felt weird around those guys.”

He sighed and looked at you with semi-furrowed brows, his chin resting on your shoulder. “Let’s stay away from people for a few days, yeah?”

You couldn’t help but smile, nodding and agreeing to his words, planting a kiss on his cheek. “Yeah, I like that. I enjoy when it’s just us too.”

“I think I like you best when it’s just us.” He spoke in a teasing tone, laughing under his breath as he pulled you down into a cuddling position. “Not that I don’t like you already.. just right now I like you even more.”

You rolled your eyes and got comfortable in his arms, looking at him with a small smile. “Now I sound crazy by saying I like you equally all the time.”

“Eh, you’re not crazy. Just a little stupid.” He gave you a cheeky grin, earning a swat to his arm, making him laugh and pout.

“Hey, that was mean..”

#ᯓ★ sh4dys #hansumfella #hansumfella x reader #hansumfella x you #hansumfella x y/n #hansumfella fluff #hansumfella oneshot #hansumfella imagine #hansumfella fanfic

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bigbawdy-benzz · 2 years ago

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*Touches your shoulder* Hey~ what about 42! Miles morales x shy!reader

SUPER SHY

Pairing: Miles42! X Shy! Black Plus size Fem Reader

Summary : Y/N has been infatuated with miles for a hot minute but she's too shy to say anything and to make the first move. She would never think that he knows of her or even notices her until one small incident.

A/N: Miles is any age you want him to be in the fic, New jeans dropped super shy and it goes with this fic perfectly! THANK YOU FOR THE REQ As a recovering shy person you know I had to do my big one with this one ENJOY GUYS!!! Here’s Pt.2

It was a new day at Visions Academy; you blasted Tyler the Creator in your air pods while walking through the hallways. It was soothing to sound out all the noise. You walk into your first class ELA sitting down sighing wanting to go home. You put your head down wanting to get the school day over with. You suddenly hear noises over your headphones. You look to your left, and it was Miles and his friends being loud, you roll your eyes at his friends but keep your eyes on Miles, he looked so fine with his 2 braids you thought to yourself. You didn’t even realize you were staring, Miles looked feeling eyes on him making eye contact with you grinning. You felt your heart drop to your ass, thinking that he wouldn’t even notice you. To you, you thought Miles was kind of out of your league, he was kind of popular, all the girls wanted him, and he was sooooo incredibly fine. It's not that you don’t like yourself; it was just rare seeing him around girls like you that made you feel like getting his attention was impossible but, you always had his attention you just never noticed it. You decided to stop zoning out overthinking and started doing your work occupying yourself. You nod your head to WUSYUNAME by Tyler the Creator finishing your work just in time class was over. You see everyone else packing their things and you do the same leaving the classroom, you see your friends huddled by your locker.

“HEYYY Y/N” your friend Ocean yells out, you take one of your airpods out waving at her walking up to her and your other friend.

“Hey girlies” You said with a smile

“Girl how's it going with you know who?” Your other friend Aaliyah asks

“Horrible, well not really I was staring at him and he grinned at me so you can say it's over” You huff covering your face.

“I meannnn him grinning at you is amazing he noticed you babes” Ocean stated rubbing Y/N’s back

“Yeah it's better than him screwing his face up”. Aaliyah adds while you were putting your things in your locker.

“Yeah lets just get to math before Ms.Nelson gets on our ass and she gets mad yelling at us” You stated with a laugh closing your locker walking to class.

“Oh yeah she might call my mom again on her bullshit” Ocean huffs

“Nah we need to find her a good wig she’ll be nice to us for a good 2 weeks”. Aaliyah announces.

“No fr and set her ass up on a date she needs some dick” You chimed in laughing your ass off.

“YOO yall evil for this shit she needs more like locs she can’t keep that wig shit too high maintenance for her ''. Ocean replies, it was all laughs walking to class until you bump into someone

BOOM!

Your books and their books drop on the floor and you’re incredibly embarrassed scrambling to pick your things up, trying not to crease your Jordans.

“I'm so so sorry” You say picking up their books and yours.

“No it's ok…you don’t have to pick my books up after all I bumped into you” They say catching you off guard recognizing the voice. He bends down helping you pick up the books.

“No I bumped into you it's my fault i'm sorry” Y/N apologies once again

“Stop apologizing, it's okay mamita I just need to watch where I'm going next time”. They say helping you up, the way that ‘mamita’ rolled off their tongue had you weak in the knees.

“Im Miles” He says, giving you a smile, handing you your books.

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coichii · 20 days ago

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LIGHTS ON ✭

—(🎧)—> the first flight went smooth, landing swiftly in Melbourne on a layover to Sydney to visit your wonderful long distance boyfriend. when the cold, wintery weather freezes up, turns out it’ll be a while before you see him again.

pairing - longdistance!bf!felix x fem!reader

genre - fluff & comfort (what a shocker)

word count - 1.8k (yk how I said it was gonna be rlly short..nvm! I was thinking like..barely 1k☠️)

warnings - cursing & that’s it!

series note : hello !! welcome to part six of my winter series, “winter records of love” where there will be 8 individual short stories for each member :) these stories are based off of songs I deem “winter” feeling ! this story is based off of “lights on” by Tyler, the creator. enjoy <3

Seeing your long distance boyfriend after what felt like years despite it only being months was blissful.

You always missed him. Missed his warm smile, adorable freckles, kind & loving words, and everything more. Missing him was all you did at this point.

So when you got a text from your boyfriend last month saying he’ll pay for your ticket to come visit him and his family, you couldn’t have been more happy. Ecstatic even.

You’re not surprised when you find yourself smiling at nothing on the flight to Melbourne, looking out the window at the beautiful, vast ocean of waves.

The excitement bubbled in your stomach. It’s always so nice to visit him and his family. His mother is always so caring, his father is funny and kind, and his sisters are entertaining and hilarious.

You loved seeing him most of all though. His warm kisses that you missed resonated on your cheek as you thought about him, warmth rising on rosy red cheeks.

You always visited him around this time, when the rain froze into snow. You remembered how he would always wrap his warm scarf around your neck, pulling you into his warm side.

“Plane is now descending into Melbourne. Please at this time, fasten your seatbelts and put up your food trays.” A voice over the intercom sounded, filling your heart with even more excitement.

It would be only a matter of time before you see him again.

◂—♥︎—▸

“What! What do you mean our flight is delayed!” A voice, angry bellowed from beside you. Delayed? What do you mean the flights delayed?

“Sir, calm down. As soon as the blizzard passes, we will board and take off for Sydney.” An attendee ushered, going back to talk with other worried staff.

Now that you think about it, you haven’t picked up your head from your phone much since you arrived, nor have you taken in your surroundings really.

You spare a glance to the side with a huge window and your eyes widen in shock.

The sky, runway, honestly everything, is completely white. All you see is snow absolutely overrunning the airport.

Yeah, there’s no flying in this.

Beep beep! Your phone sounds as you process everything. Looking down at it, you see an incoming call from felix and pick it up.

“Hey baby! How’s everything going!” You hear his voice on the other end of the phone. “You’re about to start boarding, right?”

“Ha.” You dryly chuckle. “It just got delayed. There’s a horrible blizzard...” You explain, voice trickling off at the end.

You play with your hands nervously as the people besides you get nervous, calling their families and telling them they won’t be able to make it intime for Christmas.

It’s hard to not let it get to you, causing you your own form of anxiety. If you can’t see him this holiday, you’re not sure what you’re going to do.

“Oh, that sucks, baby. I hope it clears up soon.” He pouts. You can’t see it of course, but you can hear it in his voice.

“Yeah I know. Sorry about it though.” You mumble, guilt sinking in. It’s been forever since you’ve seen him and he’s the one who payed for your ticket. This is the worst case scenario at this point.

“Hey, no no. Don’t apologize for something that isn’t your fault.” His voice was soft and reassuring, comforting you from your mind, which was slowly drowning you in guilt.

“Okay, ba-“ you were cut off by the sound of a speaker. You look around to find an atendee standing with a mic in her hand, an uneasy look on her face.

“Unfortunately, it is loooking like this plane won’t be taking off until tomorrow.” A collective groaning was heard. “Please come check in and we will offer our complimentary rooms to stay in.”

You were in complete shock, and so was everyone else. Until tomorrow? Could the weather actually be that bad?

“Hey, love? What’s going on?” He asked, weirded out by the sudden cut off of your voice. “Everything okay?”

“Uhm, no.” You replied, voice quivering slightly. “We have to stay overnight, I’m going to be so late.”

He notices the shiver in your voice, heart breaking at the sound of a slight sniffle. He knows you hate disappointing him, and he wants you to know that you’re not.

“Hey, angel. Don’t you worry about it, it can’t be helped. We’ll still be waiting for you, okay?” His warm voice felt like a comforting blanket being placed over your shoulders, comforting you in a secure and safe hold.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll call you tomorrow, baby. I’m sorry, I love you.” You respond as your cheeks turn red. You try to convince yourself it’s the bitter cold rushing in from the outside, but you know better.

“Don’t apologize, y/n. I love you too, good night, sweet girl.”

You hang up and make your way to your room, slamming your luggage that you had received onto the wall before plopping down on the bed.

Man, you can’t wait until this plane can take off.

◂—♥︎—▸

Turns out, you’re going to have to suck up those wishes.

You woke up this morning to absolute pandemonium. Angry people shouting at any staff member they saw, spewing their anger for something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“How are we supposed to go home if the flight is cancelled?” A young woman’s voice screamed, and your heart dropped to your stomach.

Cancelled?? Wait wait wait… that can’t be?

“We apologize for the inconvenience.” A robotic voice started over the speakers. “All flights departing have been cancelled until further notice. Please prepare to leave within the next twelve hours.”

You can’t believe it. You need to leave within twelve hours. Not only are you not going to be able to visit, but your stranded in a foreign country for who knows long just because of some stupid snow.

You can feel the tears swelling up in your eyes, them beginning to slowly tip over your bottom eyelid.

You go to the only sense of comfort you have left; Felix.

“Hey, baby!” He chirps, the phone only having to ring twice. “On your way?”

“I wish I could say that.” You dryly chuckle, and he can immediately tell that it holds no humor behind it.

“Baby? What wrong, is everything okay?” He asked, voice soft and comforting.

“It’s cancelled. I don’t know what to do or where to go, Lix.” You voice cracked, tears rolling down harder as your breathing unevened.

“Hey, listen. Everything is going to be okay. You can get a hotel and get the closest flight out of there, but don’t cry please. It’s all going to be okay.” He tried to comfort, but it mostly ricocheted off of you and fell on deaf ears.

“I’ll try the hotel, but the first flight to Melbourne is sold out, I heard about it before I called you. I’m stuck here.” Your voice trembles, the feeling of hopelessness creeping its way up your spine.

It feels like being in a forest at dark, owning a compass but it not spinning around the way it does. It feels like nothing is going to save you.

“My love, I need you to listen to me.”

Your ears lock on to his voice, paying the upmost attention to the soft yet firm tone of his words.

“Everything is going to be okay. You’re going to get yourself a hotel, and I’m going to figure something out for you soon, okay? You’ll be fine, I promise you.”

You can feel his words warming up your stomach like a pot of hot soup; comforting and home like.

And that’s what he always felt like to you.

◂—♥︎—▸

Knock knock knock! The loud sound echos off the hollow wooden door of the room.

You had booked a room at a nearby hotel, noticing multiple familiar faces from the airport staying there as well. It was a little tricky, but you eventually got settled at a room on the 3rd floor and hoisted all your luggage up there.

You must have fallen asleep there, because the time all of a sudden jumped from 11am to 5pm from when you had layed your head down.

Cautious, you make your way to the door, not forgetting to peer through the peephole first.

And then, you saw him.

“Felix!! Is that really fucking you?!” You shouted, heart blasting with joy and love after you opened the door. You practically shoved your body into him, laughing at a slight ‘oof’ sound he made when he hit the back wall.

“Yes it’s me, darling.” He coos at your incoming tears before quickly moving to wipe them away.

“H-how’d you come here so fast?” You whimpered, checking and touching his face as if to check if he was real and not a made up figment of imagination.

“I came just as soon as you hung up, i told you I’d figure something out, didn’t I?” He explained. You observed the love sick look in his eyes, wondering how somebody could be such an angel.

Wondering how you got so lucky with him.

“I’m so happy baby, I seriously love you so fucking much.” You said, finally letting go of him and ushering him into your cramped room.

“I love you too, princess. It was no problem.”

“No problem? The drive is eight hours!” You chucked, cuddling into him from where he had taken a seat on the small couch.

“Well, yeah. But it’s worth it for you.” He whispered, stating this as if was just some small thing he had did hold the door open for you.

But it was so much more. No one had ever shown you that they cared for you like this.

Ever.

“Let’s take a rest here for the night then we can go back to Sydney, yeah.” He suggested, and you jumped.

“Wait wait, you’re still taking me to Sydney? You don’t think that’s too much for you, babe?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing in slight concern.

“No, silly. You came here to see me and my family and that’s what you will do.” He giggled, pressing kisses over your cheeks and smiling at your reddening face.

All you could do was look at him, the most fond, loving look in your eyes.

Wow, this is definitely the man you’re going to marry.

#stray kids #skz x reader #skz #straykids x reader #stray kids x reader #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #felix skz #felix x reader #felix fluff #winter: records of love

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xtreklx · 1 year ago

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Bumpin' ~ Raphael x reader

One-shot: bayverse Raphael x reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: SFW, fluff, slightly mature themes (rated 17+, see my masterlist for disclaimer)

A/N: a self-indulging one-shot I thought up for Raphie boy. thanks for reading!

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"Y/N, I'm boooooooored."

Michelangelo let out a long, drawn-out sigh and turned to look at you. You were both strewn about the living room of the lair, him on the floor and you on the couch. This time was normally used for your weekly Mortal Kombat sesh, but Donatello had shut off the lair's power to make a repair, so the two of you were forced to find an alternative activity. Which sounded like a simple task, but had since proven the opposite.

You mimicked your friend's long-drawn out sigh with a smirk on your face. "Yeah, I bet Don decided on purpose to do this right now," you replied. "Not that I blame him, we do get pretty loud when we game." You were laying on the couch as you spoke, scrolling absentmindedly through your phone's home screen and hoping that an app or notification would give you some sort of inspiration.

You thought for a moment as Mikey continued his mock sighs, which were rising in both volume and drama, before turning to him with an idea. "Hey Mikey, do you use Spotify to listen to music?" He looked to you again before pulling out his phone. "Yeah, team Spotify all the way! Why?"

You sat up with a new invigoration. "We should create a blended playlist!" You exclaimed, opening the app on your phone. "We can compare our music tastes and see what we have in common, it'll be fun!" Mikey sat up from his spot on the floor and handed you his phone with the Spotify app open. "Hell yeah, girl! I'm always in the mood to bump some tunes! Lemme go get my speaker." And with that, he took off to his room.

You got to work with both of your phones in your hand. When he returned, you hit shuffle on your blended playlist and the music started flowing from the speaker. You moved to sit next to him on the floor.

"When I look at the playlist story, it says we have a 56% music match." "Okaaaaaaay, that's not too bad," Mikey replied. "Where do we match up, dudette?" You tapped the screen again, showing him. "Our number one match is Tyler the Creator. That makes sense, I listen to him a lot!" "No way, me too!" Mikey exclaimed. "He's definitely one of my fave artists."

The two of you began chatting away and singing along to songs as they came up, while unknowingly summoning a third party.

"Poor Don'll never get the quiet time he wants," Raphael spoke, shaking his head as he walked into the living room from the dojo. His gruff voice startled you from behind and your heart rate increased, as it often did around the short-tempered brother. You had had a crush on him for a few months now, but were far too intimidated and nervous to make a move, so it went unaddressed. The turtle in question strolled over and plopped down on the couch, looking down at you both on the floor. "What're you two idiots doing, anyway?"

"We're just bumpin' some tunes, bro!" Mikey called, shaking his head to the beat of the song playing. "We're comparing our music tastes!" You excitedly said. "And actually, we're using a very technical algorithm, so this is in the name of science! Donnie couldn't argue with that," you grinned up to the turtle in red. Raph rolled his eyes but let a small smirk grace his features in return. Dork.

"Alright dollface. Since it's so impressive, show me how it works."

You explained the process to him as Mikey continued to jam to the music playing from his speaker. Raph listened and examined the blended playlist you had created. "Hmm... Y/N, see what ours would look like," he pondered, reaching for his phone. Again, your heart sped up, but you breathed out an "O-okay" and took his phone from him. As you tapped the screen, you ignored Mikey wiggling his brows at you in your peripheral vision, knowing about your feelings toward his brother.

When you finished, you gasped slightly, and turned the screen to Raph. "We're at 84%!!!" you squealed, showing him where your favorite artists intertwined. You scrolled through the playlist to see a mix of heavy metal, grunge, classic rock, R&B and rap. Tyler the Creator was also listed as one of your top matching artists.

"No way," the brute scoffed, leaning towards you so that he could look over your shoulder at your blended playlist. You both pointed out which songs were your favorite and why, and also chatted about the favorite artists you had in common. Your nerves eased as you connected with him, your heart thrumming at the realization that he was being... kind of vulnerable with you. You were getting to see a part of Raph that he had never shown you before.

All of the sudden, the song changed to 'Dogtooth' by Tyler the Creator, and Mikey jumped up, hollering. You gasped with joy, and you both looked to each other with excitement. "I love this song!!!" You both yelled, and then: "JINX!" You laughed hard as Mikey ran from the living room, yelling the lyrics at the top of his lungs, 100% looking to annoy his other older brothers.

As your laughing ceased and you turned back to Raph, you took in a quick breath as you realized how close you two were leaning in before the outburst. You were still on the floor, but had scooted towards his spot on the couch until you were practically leaning on his lap. You could feel his warm breath brush your face, and he got an amused look on his face as he gazed at you.

Your eyes widened naturally with the proximity, and after a moment of silence and staring at each other, you opened your mouth you speak. But before you could, Raph began rapping along to the song playing from Mikey's speaker, a growing smirk on his face and a unique glint in his hazel eyes as he watched you.

"She could ride my face, I don't want nothin' in return. Except for some her time and all her love, that's my concern. I'm tryna buy my neighbor's house..."

The eye contact he was giving you in this moment could only be described one way: heavy. And your face turned beet red. The closeness, his gaze, his smirk, the words- it was all too much for your poor heart to take.

"R-raph, w-what are you doing?"

"I'm just bumpin' some tunes, dollface."

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cheesec4kee · 10 months ago

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they’re just nostalgia ⸺ CL¹⁶ ୨୧

you’ve always been the light in charles life. but he knows that if he wants to beat his childhood rival, he’ll have to let you go— even if it’s hard for him, he knows he can’t afford any distractions.

[ warnings ! ] : gn reader, brief mentions of alcohol, angst-ish ??, use of y/n once, poorly written

[ a/n ] : first time writing angst, so please don’t judge LMAO. based on the song ‘answer’ by Tyler the creator, and I initially wrote this as a joke but I needed something to post so there’s that. . anw hope u enjoy this !! (reblogs very much appreciated btw !!)

⸺ angst under the cut

he fumbled with the keys in his hands, hastily unlocking the door to the apartment that he shared with you. he closed the door quietly, sucking in a breath as he sees you sat on the couch— reading a book.

he’s greeted with a smile, and it nearly broke him. he loves you— he truly does, but not over his dream. to beat his childhood rival. he simply couldn’t let his efforts go of waste.

“how was practice?” you questioned, a soft smile tugging the corner of your lips, as he watched you close your book and set it down beside you on the couch.

“it was.. it was okay.” he mumbled with hands in his pockets as he avoided your gaze. he felt bad. you were everything he ever wanted— he felt stupid for even doing this. for choosing his dream over you.

“hey— uh, I think..”

“I think we should break up,” he murmured, his voice a mere octave above a whisper. shifting his weight from one leg to another uncomfortably, he cleared his throat awkwardly.

you were the light and joy in his life, and he knows it. you’re the only thing he looks forward to seeing after a shitty race, or after a bad qualifying. he’d search for you in the crowd, wanting to engulf himself purely in the warmth you provide.

his words hung in the air, the tension of emotions thick.

“why? what went wrong?” you managed to muster out, your voice coming out shakier than you thought it would be.

he stayed silent for a minute, before clearing his throat— his eyes boring into yours. “I found someone else,” he lies, his gaze softening— but you could tell that it had a distant look, like his mind was wandering elsewhere.

his words were like daggers being thrown on your heart, piercing right through it.

as tears welled up in your eyes, a wave of emotions washed over you. confusion, insecurity, and betrayal. you couldn’t help but start to question your worth to him. did you really mean something to him all this time, or was that all just a lie? you knew Charles was popular among the ladies. he was a good looking man, surrounded with women with scarcely credible beauty.

but you were hoping that the bond you two had was special, that it could resist any temptations you, or Charles had towards any other men or women. Charles was a beacon of light in your life, and you were his. you truly did believe that the connection between you two was strong enough to overcome any obstacles.

with a heavy heart, you knew you had to face the harsh reality of his confession. you knew you had to muster up the strength within you to let him go.

you couldn’t force someone to love you, after all.

“I swear, I loved you at some point but—”

“..I understand.” you cut him off and wiped your tears, swallowing back the tears threatening to spill out.

“I’ll pack my things.”

for the past few days after the breakup, Charles struggled to get rid of the memories that you left in his apartment. he struggled to get rid of the paintings the two of you made for fun, hell— he struggled to change his lock screen which was you.

he kept making excuses, excuses to not remove that little widget in his phone that was a photo of you— the photo he took secretly.

he could only stare at his lock screen, the guilt washing over him whenever he turned on his phone to see you. he could feel the nostalgia, his stomach churning uncomfortably.

he’s standing on the podium, lifting and glancing at the trophy he earned while reminiscing the memories and moments the two of you shared together, he could imagine how proud you would’ve looked at this very moment. he felt stupid for wishing that you were here even though he was the one who broke things off.

winning doesn’t feel the same without you. he misses the way you’d squeeze him so tight when he won, the heat radiating off of you— he doesn’t feel as happy as he usually would. it felt like that winning simply wasn’t worth it without you there to congratulate him.

he has the urge to message you. to ask you how you’ve been, if you were doing much better without him, but he knew he couldn’t. not after what he did to you.

he walks off the podium, his clothes reeking of champagne as he heads to the garage— before noticing his teammate, a wide smile on his face as he comes to congratulate him.

“you did well out there,” Carlos grins, wrapping a arm around Charles shoulder, squeezing him slightly.

Charles simply smiles, muttering a quiet ‘thanks’— though Carlos knows something was up. it was obvious for everyone that Charles seemed odd, seemed distant.

“you’re not gonna tell y/n about this?” he questions, raising an eyebrow as he pulls his arm away, noticing how stiff Charles was despite managing to win first after a while.

Charles stays quiet for a minute, before responding, “I’d call them, but—” Charles pauses, sucking in a breath and glancing at his teammate, before adverting his gaze elsewhere.

“they’re just nostalgia.”

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fuqnia · 1 month ago

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STICKY

stan marsh x reader

(❁´◡`❁) | [A/N] this oneshot was inspired by Tyler the Creator's "Sticky". also this oneshot ties into my long fanfic!

(❁´◡`❁) | Warning(s) : slight home-wrecking ? 💀

(❁´◡`❁) | Synopsis : At Homecoming, you boldly steal a dance—and a kiss—from Stan under Wendy’s furious gaze. Chaos erupts, but for one brief moment, he was yours.

The gym is a swirl of gold and silver, of polished smiles and glittering lights, but all you can feel is the weight in your chest. The music booms loud, the bass rattling in your ribs, but it doesn’t drown out the voices in your head. Voices that whisper things you shouldn’t think, things that cling to you like gum on your shoe.

He’s here.

Stan Marsh, standing at the center of it all, like he was made to be in the spotlight. His suit fits him perfectly—crisp and dark, with his tie hanging loose in a way that feels unfairly effortless. He’s laughing at something, his head tilted toward her. Wendy Testaburger. The queen to his king. The perfect match. Her dress shines under the fairy lights, her every move calculated to draw attention. And it works. Everyone’s watching them, murmuring about how perfect they are, how right they look.

You watch too, and it’s like trying to rip duct tape off your skin. You know you shouldn’t. You know it’s going to hurt. But you can’t stop.

You hate her, but not in the simple way. It’s deeper, messier, sticking to the edges of everything you do. It’s in the way she looks at you, that smug little curl of her lips when she catches you staring. It’s in the way her laugh feels like a taunt, like a knife she twists just to see if it hurts. And it does.

But mostly, you hate her because she has him. And you want him.

The air feels sticky, heavy with unspoken things. You grip your drink tighter, the condensation making it slick in your hand, and force your gaze away. You’re not supposed to care this much. He’s not supposed to matter this much. But then—

“Hey.”

His voice slides through the noise, low and hesitant, and you hate how it makes your heart stutter. Slowly, you turn, and there he is, standing right in front of you. His hair is slightly tousled, strands falling across his forehead, and his eyes—soft, uncertain—lock onto yours like he’s searching for something.

“What do you want, Stan?” you ask, the words sharper than you intended. Your defenses snap into place like armor, but it’s not enough to block the way his presence pulls at you, clings to you like static.

He frowns, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I just wanted to check on you.”

“Check on me?” You laugh, but it’s bitter, cutting. “Why? Because I’ve been standing in the shadows while you and Wendy play royalty?”

“It’s not like that,” he says quickly, his voice steady but quiet. “I just—” He glances away, his jaw tightening. “I don’t know. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

Your chest tightens, heat rising in your face. You hate how earnest he sounds, how he looks at you like you matter, like you’re not some afterthought in the story he’s starring in with Wendy. It’s maddening, the way he seems to care but never enough to do something about it.

“You’ve got everything you want, Stan,” you say, your tone biting. “The crown, the girl, the applause. Why do you care how I feel?”

His gaze snaps back to yours, and there’s something in his expression—something raw, like he’s torn between explaining everything and saying nothing at all. For a second, you think he might finally tell you the truth, but then his shoulders slump, and he looks away.

“It’s complicated,” he mutters.

“Yeah,” you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. “It always is with you, isn’t it?”

The microphone crackles to life before he can respond. “Alright, everyone!” The student council vice president’s voice booms over the speakers. “It’s time to crown this year’s Homecoming King and Queen!”

Stan glances toward the stage, his lips parting like he wants to say something, but then Wendy waves him over, her smile wide and bright and suffocating. He hesitates, looking back at you with something like regret, before turning to join her.

You don’t watch as they’re crowned. You can’t. You hear their names, the applause, the cheers, but the details blur together, muffled by the static in your head. When you finally look up, they’re in the center of the dance floor, moving together to a slow, romantic melody.

They look beautiful. Perfect. But there’s something about the way Stan holds her—something careful, distant, like he’s not really there. You cling to that, even as you tell yourself it’s foolish.

Then, he looks at you.

It’s brief—just a flicker—but it’s enough to ignite something reckless in your chest. You don’t think. You just move, pushing through the crowd until you’re standing in front of him.

“Dance with me,” you say, loud enough for Wendy to hear. Your gaze doesn’t leave hers, a small, defiant smile tugging at your lips.

Stan blinks, startled. “What?”

“I said dance with me,” you repeat, your tone firm, daring. You raise an eyebrow, glancing briefly at Wendy before meeting his eyes again. “Unless you’re too scared.”

The air feels heavy, thick with tension. Stan glances at Wendy, who’s staring at you like she wants to set you on fire with her mind. But she doesn’t say anything. Not yet.

Stan sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Fine,” he mutters, stepping forward.

You grab his hand, pulling him onto the dance floor before he can change his mind. The spotlight shifts, catching you both in its glow as the next song begins. Your hand rests on his shoulder, his on your waist, and for a moment, it feels like the rest of the world doesn’t exist.

But it does. You can feel Wendy’s eyes on you, the weight of the crowd’s stares. You glance over your shoulder, meeting her furious gaze, and the satisfaction that blooms in your chest is sharp and bitter.

“Why are you doing this?” Stan asks quietly, his voice pulling your attention back to him.

“Why not?” you reply, your tone light but laced with something darker. “Why should she get everything, Stan? Why should she get you?”

He stiffens slightly, surprise flickering across his face, and for a moment, you wonder if you’ve gone too far. But then his grip on your waist tightens, and he doesn’t pull away.

The music swells, and before you can stop yourself, you lean in and kiss him.

It’s quick, but it’s deliberate. His lips are warm, hesitant, and for a second, he kisses you back, his hand curling against your waist. The world feels like it’s holding its breath, like time has stopped just for you.

Then the moment shatters.

“STAN!” Wendy’s voice slices through the air, sharp and furious.

The noise rushes back in—gasps, murmurs, laughter. Kyle’s voice rises above the chaos, incredulous. “Dude, are you kidding me?!”

Eric’s cackle booms across the room. “This is the best thing I’ve ever seen!”

Kenny whistles, long and exaggerated, while the crowd buzzes with shocked excitement.

Stan pulls back, his face pale, his eyes wide as he stares at you. “What the hell, [Y/N]?” he whispers, but you barely hear him.

Because for one fleeting, sticky moment, you had him.

And that’s enough.

#south park #south park x reader #south park x you #south park x y/n #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #kenny mccormick #eric cartman #wendy testaburger #reader is an asshole lmfao #oneshot #ITS GETTING STICKYYY #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh x y/n

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… ꒰ঌ ໒꒱

❛ WUSYANAME ❜

miles morales

˚ʚ property of ©hiimayee ɞ˚

alt title: none! genre: fluff | warnings: characterized reader, mention of gwen (like twice) authors input: i like giving up sometimes

summary: miles meets someone new and starts obsessing over them ♬ song: WUSYANAME by tyler, the creator . nba youngboy . ty dolla $ign

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ next ->

e1610 miles had never been in a relationship before. but he wanted to be in one. he honestly was interested in someone not in his orbit, and he didn’t expect that to change. well, not change so soon.

—miles’ school attendance wasn’t the best because of the whole double life he was living. hell, when he did go to school he didn’t pay attention that much. that’s how his grades stayed relatively average. he knew he could get them back up later.

today was a busy day, though. right before school started, something happened down the street which called for spiderman’s attention a little longer than it should’ve. now he was late. trying to duck and dodge people in the hallways so he could make the bell. but that didn’t work out either. maybe for the better?

“hey, you good?”

he bumped into you and stumbled a bit. like, head first into your shoulder. he groaned a little, but he’s felt worse. “yeah, i’m good sor-“

now that he could actually process what he was looking at, you were pretty. really pretty. ‘gorgeous’ he would say—in his head. not gonna lie, he felt a little intimidated by you. your two-toned, shiny lips, your chocolate skin, and how good you looked in your uniform. a lot to take in, yeah?

“you seem a little frozen, you sure you’re okay?”

oh, and he already forgot what you sounded like. your voice sounded sweet, as sweet as honey. call him down bad but you could tell him to do whatever and he would do it. he didn’t even feel this way about gwen.

you snapped your fingers in his face, he looked petty spaced out. he was looking at your eyes, though. “hello??”

“oh- what? sorry, sorry. i didn’t mean to do that.” “no, it’s okay. but you’re sure you’re fine?” “more or less. this happens all the time.”

that was an exaggeration. he would just turn invisible sometimes and crawl on walls to get by. but it was cute how awkward he was being. at least you found it to be. he didn’t realize he had been so lost that both of you had missed the bell. but it’s not like it was the top of either of your minds right now. you hadn’t seen him before, but you were interested.

“i haven’t seen you before. are you new?” “no? i’ve been here since freshman year.”

okay, well thank god he didn’t skip school today or he might not have met you. as maybe he was more absent than he would like to believe. he wanted to talk to you some more, but the hall monitor’s yelling disrupted that.

“well, i guess we both gotta go. it was nice meeting you.” “yeah, it was. wait, uh-“

˚ʚ WUSYANAME, girlfriend-

“what’s your name?”

#miles morales #miles morales x reader #across the spiderverse #miles morales blurbs #earth 1610 miles morales #earth 1610 miles morales x reader #miles morales 1610 #miles 1610 #earth 1610 #1610 miles x reader #e!1610 miles morales

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More random HeadCannons for the SBG gang because yes:

Aiden has two different music tastes. The goofy kind (party rocks for example) and then the "oh shit, he's depressed" kind. Think Pierce The Veil, Melanie Martinez, Get Scared, any kind of "I'm fucked up" kind of music.

Ashlyn listens to a lot of classical and instrumental music or like indie alternative kind of stuff. Think James Marriott, Fish in a Birdcage, ECT.

Tyler listens to guitar heavy stuff (like I said last time I did this shit) but he really likes rock/metal kind of stuff. Think Get Scared, Limp Bizkit, Three days Grace, Pierce The Veil, that kind of stuff.

Taylor listens to more upbeat things. She also likes classic pop (Gwen Stacy, Shakira, ECT.) Think Britney Spears.

Ben listens to everything and anything. It depends on his mood how much energy he has the vibes he feels ECT.

Logan shockingly listens to rock. He'll say he's a Fish In a Birdcage girly (which he is but he likes Get Scared and Nickelback more) but he is lying. He wants that head bangers that drown out everything while he zooms into shit.

Tyler would be the worst with road rage when driving.

Logan would be the most normal about driving.

Taylor would be scared at first and relax afterwards while Ben is not relaxed and generally hates driving.

Aiden is shockingly the best driver???

Ashlyn is actually decent at driving when a giant monster isn't trying to kill her and her friends.

Tayler tried to become friends with Ashlyn when they were little but it uh... Failed.

Creator has confirmed Ashlyn is autistic and has kind of said Logan has OCD and Aiden has ADHD I believe. I would like to add to this by saying: Ashlyns autism is more on the social aspect, less on the texture and touch, and HEAVY on sound aspect. Logan's OCD gets worse the more stressed he is, his obsession is intrusive thoughts and the need to be perfect at anything academic, his compulsion is auto cannibalism(chewing not his nails but the skin around them, his lips, inside his mouth, and time took a tiny chunk out his hand) and finding work to do. Aiden's ADHD is very low in the aggression and anger, he does still have it but his ADHD is more on the social and focus stuff. Aiden also has an adrenaline addiction and depression. He also has an addictive personality.

Taylor and Tyler are intersex. It's only on the hormonal level but it's still there. (Do you see the vision???)

Ben hates that he's mute. He does and doesn't have a choice in it. He wants to speak often but something just stops him, it's like a part of him has his hands around his throat just like the day he lost his voice.

Logan is actually really competitive but it has to be something he's good at to really get him going. Tyler found that out during trivia game in the back of one of these classes (they decided to not pay attention and okay a random Kahoot. Logan won.)

It is also confirmed Tyler would be in cosmetology if it want for the scholarship baseball gives him. SO. He dyes Aiden hair, he and Taylor has dyed purple hair at one point. He knows how to do piercings, he did his and his sisters. He has more than her (nose and all ear pericings possible).

None of the group is hetero. None. Ashlyn is the closest to it and that's just cuz she's be Demiromantic and heterosexual. Ben comes in second place for that and that because he's bi but female leaning cuz men scare him. (He be the opposite of most people lmao) Aiden is Pan but doesn't really understand it. Tayler is unlabeled cuz she just likes whoever the fuck. Tyler is a literal raging Bi but doesnt think about it cuz he be busy. And Logan is most likely gay or that one thing that's attracted to like masculinity.

Remember that one scene of Ashlyn popping her bones? Tyler has that when he wakes up in the mornings. He does sports. He gonna snap crackle pop.

Aiden has only had four hospital visits before, he actually more careful then people give him credit for. That and Ben stops him a lot.

Ben sticks closer to Aiden even more now because he heard and saw him die.

Aiden and Ben's sister bully each other.

Tyler once had someone ask him out randomly and he was so confused so he was like "Uhm... No? I think?" Because he was up late trying to help his mom pay bills the night before and didn't understand what she said. The baseball team would not stop bullying him for that the rest of their freshman year.

Taylor had an emo phase in middle school which made Tyler follow suit. They were emos in middle school, I know they were. The hair says it all.

The group has two sets of matching outfits that they wear randomly and somehow always wear on the same days without even communicating it. S

Ashlyn becomes a big baby on her period and me willingly let's Adien and or Tyler carry her around. Taylor just gets really mean and aggressive (becomes Tyler 2.0 frfr) or just cries randomly and it stresses our boys out.

Ashlyn knows baby sign language so she can understand some stuff Ben says to Aiden when they us ASL thinking the group isn't paying attention.

Logan writes fanfiction. I'm not elaborating.

Tyler and Taylor both were princesses one holloween and literally everyone thought they was a third one, making them triplets. People from their middle school that go to their current school still ask if their other sister is doing okay and Tyler dies inside a little every time.

Tyler hates mayonnaise. I feel like he'd hate it.

Ashlyn hates Tartar sauce. Like she will punch anyone who tries to give it to her.

Aiden forgets to eat a lot and has to eat timers to remember.

They all share clothes but Aiden and Ashlyn share more than everyone else. Specifically with each other. They trade a lot.

Logan is constantly missing his sweaters because of Ashlyn stealing them.

They all signed each other shoes on the inner left ones with their initials.

Ben tried not to stick out as much as possible because of trauma.

Logan is edging into his emo phase soon. He'd be the fancy emo, more like and e boy but less cringe.

Aiden worships Lady Gaga. No further explanation.

Everyone gives Aiden the side eye when he plays party rockers (party walkers). He just vibes. (He's actually trying to keep the memory of Ashlyn face in his brain so he doesn't fail her again.)

Taylor has a middle school relationship with a girl one time. It ended cuz she moved away and Taylor was like a sad puppy for two weeks.

That's all bye now

#thefanboyhub #thefanboy #thefanboyhub rambles #the school bus graveyard #sbg ashlyn #sbg aiden #sbg logan #sbg tyler #sbg taylor #sbg ben #sbg #sbg (webtoon)

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not gonna lie sometimes i get pissed when i find books like yours and they’re not done cause then i have to wait for the individual chapters instead of binge reading all at once. that being said don’t stop writing i love your work.

at first I thought I was in trouble. plus wheres the emotion and anticipation when you binge read.

No Honey Without Peaches

chapter two: no honey without peaches

Masterlist | previous chapter | next chapter

Three years later

VANITY FAIR INTERVIEW

SALT LAKE, UTHAH

OCTOBER 18 2017

What is your name?

"My name is Storm Siren," the white-haired girl smiled at the camera, revealing her perfectly imperfect pearly whites. She subtly licked her teeth, ensuring there was no trace of her crimson-red lipstick left behind. "It is October 18, 2017."

How old are you?

"I’m thirteen, but almost fourteen. Fun fact—my birthday is on Halloween."

How many Instagram followers do you have?

"Oof," Storm gave the camera a nervous laugh. "Actually, I don’t have social media. I think it's too consuming and makes people compare themselves to strangers. I’d rather not fall victim to that."

How many Google results for 'Storm Siren'?

"2.3 million," she said, glancing at her name on the search engine. "Well, that’s kind of scary."

Most liked photo on Instagram?

"Can I call a friend?" Storm laughed, genuinely clueless since she doesn’t have an account. With a nod from the producers, Storm’s best friend stepped into the frame. "This is my best friend in the whole entire world, Honey…but you might know her as Billie Eilish," Storm introduced her with a smile.

"Her most liked photo is this black-and-white one from the Lovely video shoot behind the scene," Billie said, flipping her phone to show the camera the image.

Who’s the most followed person who follows you?

"If she had Instagram, it would be Chloë Grace Moretz, who actually asked for it, but I had to text her that Storm doesn’t have one," Billie answered, as Storm wrapped her arms around her waist. Billie leaned back, chuckling. "Peaches, you need to get Instagram already."

"I don’t want one," Storm pouted, shaking her head.

"Watch—by next year, she’ll have one," Billie laughed, making her way off-camera.

Who is a famous person in your phone?

"To me, it’s Anna Clyne, an English composer," Storm said, trying to contain her admiration. "But I guess, by pop culture standards, it’d be Khalid. By the way, Khalid, if you’re watching this—you still owe me a pack of sour Skittles."

What’s the largest audience you’ve performed in front of?

"I’d say at The Crocodile in Seattle, about 500 people. It was terrifying—I have terrible stage fright and usually have a complete breakdown before performing. Honestly, I don’t know what I’ll do if this music thing goes further."

How often do you get recognized in public?

"Quite a bit, but it depends on the music scene," Storm paused to think. "For my work with Billie and Finneas, probably once or twice a week, and for composing, maybe three times a week by classical musicians."

What advice would you give yourself a year from now?

"Don’t let something that happened when you were five stop you from living your dream."

Which artist inspires you the most?

"My Peaches, obviously," Storm laughed. "She’s a total bad a-word, even if she doesn’t see the spark in her own voice. I sometimes wish I were more like her, even if she thinks I’m better off. After her, it’d be Tyler, The Creator—his artistry is wild and so creative."

Have you met Tyler?

"Ugh, don’t even ask," Storm pouted, rolling her eyes. "One of my friends who’s currently working with him tried to set it up, but I fell asleep from rehearsal exhaustion. Tyler, I’m sorry!"

Biggest thing to happen in your career?

"Honestly, nothing yet," Storm shrugged. "And that’s okay. I know it’s because I’m not the face of the brand—it’s Billie’s time to shine, and I love watching people see her in the same light as I do. My time will come one day."

How often do you talk to your family?

"Pretty much every second of the day," Storm smiled. "I don’t have that many friends, so my family is my rock. Especially my mom, who’s currently non-verbal; talking to her fills me up with joy, even if she can’t respond."

What’s your favorite movie?

"Easy, Dirty Dancing."

Why is your hair white?

"Yes! I was waiting for you guys to ask so people would stop wondering," Storm straightened up in her seat. "I was born with a mutation that gives me no pigment in my hair, so it’s naturally white. And no, it’s not a wig—I promise. And my white eyes are just contacts...I like the look."

Do you feel pressured?

"No," Storm answered truthfully. "Everything is actually pretty calm right now. It’s nice—a comfortable pace."

Do you have a boyfriend?

"Nope," Storm shook her head. "It’s not my focus right now. But if I’m honest… I think it might not even be a boy—it could be a girl. I don’t have feelings for anyone, so I’ll just see what happens."

What’s your biggest regret?

"My biggest regret was being ashamed of loving classical music and the West Hollywood aesthetic since they’re not popular with my peers. Before I found my small group, kids would tell me I was trying to be 'white' or that I was 'whitewashing' myself. One girl even said I shouldn’t praise those things because Black people weren’t included back then and were often disrespected. I feel like, when people hear ‘classical music’ or ‘Hollywood glamour,’ they only picture white faces instead of seeing the beauty of the era itself. Like, Black people were amazing then too, despite the politics. Just look at Sugar Shack paintings or the singers from the Cotton Club—they went through tough times but had such beautiful energy."

What do you hope to take away from your first tour?

"I hope it reminds me I’m special and that everything will fall into place. I’m usually positive, happy person, but lately… I don’t know, it feels like my spark has dimmed. Maybe touring will bring it back."

What’s the biggest thing you’ve learned?

"It’s okay to be… not okay."

Craziest fan moment?

"These girls showed up dressed exactly like me—white hair, white contacts, preppy outfits, and red lips. It was like that Spider-Man meme where everyone’s pointing at each other!"

Who’s your dream person to perform with?

"Oh, easy! I have it all planned. I’d perform with Lana Del Rey, under a starry sky. We’d sing a song I wrote called 'Young and Beautiful,' with this grand orchestra behind us. And the crowd would be totally silent, just experiencing the moment. It’d be… perfect."

Can you sing a little for us?

"Ah!" Storm let out a small squeak, laughing nervously. "Okay… here goes."

Hot summer nights, mid-July

When you and I were forever wild

The crazy days, city lights

The way you'd play with me like a child

"That’s all you guys are getting."

Country you’d love to visit?

"I would love to go to Berlin. If you’re a classical or orchestra music lover, then you know the biggest venue for classical music is in Berlin—the Berlin Diana Art Hall. It’s three times bigger than Madison Square Garden! For some people, selling out Madison Square Garden is the ultimate dream. For me, it's selling out the Berlin Diana Art Hall. I only want to go to Berlin if I’m performing a sold-out show. If not, I’d rather wait."

Favorite artist at the moment?

"Melanie Martinez. I love the storytelling in her music."

What’s your favorite color right now?

"Dark crimson red. I’m completely fixated on it, and it’s kind of becoming my signature. When I wear it on my lips, it makes me feel powerful and confident."

How do you define your style in three words?

"Beauty… is… death," Storm laughed.

How do you feel about the music industry?

"I’m a little scared of it. Someone once told me the industry preys on the young and talented until they’re dried up and hate what they used to love," Storm shrugged. "I just don’t want that to happen to me. I can’t picture a world where I hate creating music."

What’s your philosophy?

"Stop fearing the unknown and let it drive while you sit in the passenger seat."

What’s the best approach to songwriting?

"Let yourself feel everything. Go through the five senses around a topic, and write it all down."

What do you want to say to yourself in a year?

"Do everything you dreamed of, shawty. Who cares about fitting in? You weren’t born to fit in."

With that, the questions were over, and Billie dashed back on camera, wrapping her arms around Storm from behind and resting her chin on her friend’s shoulder.

"And older Billie and Storm better still be best friends forever, or I swear, I’ll build a time machine, go to the future, and beat their asses!" Billie said, pointing at the camera.

"What she said… but maybe less violent," Storm smiled. "Like a stern talking-to over fruit snacks… or maybe plant-based chicken nuggets."

"Nope, we’re sticking with ass-kicking," Billie laughed, shaking her head. "Because there’s no Honey without Peaches. We’re best friends forever and ever."

"I see you, Honey," Storm said, reaching up to gently pat Billie’s head.

"I see you, Peaches," Billie replied, holding her even tighter.

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Lay All Your Love On Me

Chapter 2- Watch Party

Josh Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 3,106

AN: Hi everyone! Here is the second chapter of Lay All Your Love On Me from me and @mar-rein12! Thank you so much for all the support on our last chapter, as they go on they are getting longer and longer. We hope you enjoy chapter 2, Watch Party.

Next chapter coming next week!

Warnings: 18+, Angst, Flirting, Cuddling (if you squint), Making out, Hickeys, Grinding, Slight pain, Tit sucking/fondling, Cursing, Degrading.

The morning was slow and productive. You cleaned up your room, did laundry, and washed the dishes from breakfast to distract yourself from the nerves that were building up inside you. You would be alone with Josh all night, with no idea of what it would entail.

Sure, you were gonna watch the movie and talk about what needs to be worked on, but is that all that would happen? There’s something in the back of your mind telling you that he wants something more from you.

Although you weren’t sure of what would happen, an everything shower was needed just in case.

You shaved your body, washed your hair with your coconut shampoo and conditioner, and scrubbed your body down with your vanilla sugar body wash.

You feel silly preparing for something that probably won't even happen, but you will not be left feeling vulnerable to Josh.

You get out and moisturize your body with your coconut cream pie lotion and blow dry your hair. You didn’t want to try too hard, so you opted to clip it back.

While looking through your closet you connect your phone to your speaker to play some music and absentmindedly play whatever song was last on.

…the bar when your glass is empty

You thinking that this songs coming on to tempt me

I need to be alone like the way you left me

You start calling, you start crying

I come over, I'm inside you

I can't find you

The girl that I once had

But the sex…

You rapidly skip the song and let another play, Girls by The Dare begins to play. Even though some would say it's a violating song, you liked it. Most people probably wouldn't expect it from you seeing that you were a theater kid but you had a very expansive music taste.

You loved Noah Kahan, Tyler the Creator, Lana Del Rey and many more artists. You loved music and it was one of the things that got you into theater. Your Dad would always play music and sing with you in the mornings before school. It was one of the things that got you and your dad through the divorce, with your mom. When you started getting older he would take you to plays and you fell in love with the art. You began taking singing lessons and perfected your voice, which transitioned into acting lessons. All of which led to your audition at the University of Michigan. To your surprise, you were accepted and have been living your best life since. But now you're hit with a roadblock, and that roadblock is Josh Kiszka.

But this role meant a lot to you. You were so happy that Coleman took a chance on you. She had always said that you had so much potential and that with hard work you’d get to be where you want to one day, and now you are. You couldn’t disappoint her now, so if hanging with Josh for a few hours is what you had to do, you’d do it.

After browsing for a while in your closet, your eye lands upon your blue, Detroit Lions crewneck that you got for your birthday from your dad. You slip that over your body, without even realizing you hadn’t put on a bra. You start digging through your drawers for bottoms. The temperature was a little warmer than usual, a cool 54 degrees which is pretty nice considering how cold it has been. You find your white Lululemon shorts, and pull them over your hips patting them down to make sure everything looks okay.

You make your way over to your vanity and apply a thin coat of mascara and a few dots of cream blush, then slip on your socks and New Balances. Finishing it all off you spray on some deodorant and your Sol De Janeiro 62 perfume. The nerves in your body were covering up any bit of excitement you had, which is probably why you got ready so early.

You head into your living area and turn on Victorious which is you and your roommates current binge watch. Without a doubt, Charlotte hears the intro and runs into the living room.

“You're supposed to tell me when you're gonna watch it y/n!”

“Sorry, I just had some time to spare before I have to go out.”

“Where are you going, over to Andrew's apartment from last week?” She says with a devious grin.

“No. As tempting as that is, I have to go to Josh’s tonight.” You space out for a moment thinking about Andrew. “...He did have some good dick though.” You laugh simultaneously.

“Didn’t need to know that y/n. SO what are you going to do with Josh?”

“I don't know? Watch the movie probably and figure out how we're going to keep the peace during practice.”

“Makes sense. I wish you were free, I'm going to the mall with Lindsey and Rebecca. I have a vision.”

You knew whatever she was going to say would be interesting. She always has so many crazy ideas and is always looking for something new in her life.

“Okay so, imagine, bubblegum pink sweatpants for the sorority thing were hosting next week. With a cute loose white shirt. Gold chunky hoops and my tasmans. What do we think?”

“Very cute Char.” You would offer for her to borrow yours but you’d probably never see them again. “I’ve been thinking about getting platform mini uggs, but it’s starting to get a little warmer out so I’m not too sure.”

“Stopppp those are so cute, they would look amazing on you. What if you also got some….”

As the conversation is flowing just like it always does, you didn’t even notice the 4 hours and something minutes had slipped by while having Victorious play in the back before you hear a buzz from your phone.

8:13pm Josh: Sooo do you not want your role orrrr?

Shit. You had completely forgotten about your hangout with Josh.

8:13pm y/n: Fuck, sorry got lost in time. I'm on my way.

You quickly grab your cross body and phone and are on your way.

As you hastily walk towards the apartment you think about what you're going to have to deal with now that he's been waiting for you.

You decide to take the stairs, sprinting up them due to already being late. When you get to the third floor you knock on the door, 322.

You were expecting an angry Josh, but were met with the sweeter looking version of him.

“Hello?” Jake answers.

His roommate, and brother Jake, looks you up and down before turning away from the door.

“JOSHHH, she's here.” Before you could say anything else he grabs his guitar case and lets you in.

“See you y/n.” He shoots you a wink, causing blood to rush to your cheeks, painting them a flushed shade of red.

“Bye Jake.” As he leaves, you turn the corner and you’re met with the less enjoyable version of the two.

“Why are you late?” He harshly questions.

You stare at him with a confused look on your face. “I was hanging out with someone before this. I got held up.”

“Who was it?”

“I don't see why that's any of your business. Plus why do you care?” You spat at him.

“I just want to know who you're hoeing around with when you're not with me.” Instead of telling the truth you decide to play into it, make him jealous.

“You calling me a hoe doesn't hurt my feelings, Josh. Just because you don't get any doesn't mean you have to be jealous of the guys I get with.”

“Who says I’m jealous?”

“Oh please, it's written all over you.”

He scoffs, “Let's just get this done so we can part ways and say we worked on it.”

You roll your eyes and follow him into the dark room, lit by a small lamp that's in the corner. Mamma Mia is already queued up on the TV. You let Josh pick where he’s going to sit, so you can pick the farthest seat from him.

As he sits on the left end of the couch, you sit your stuff on the end table near the right end of the couch and take a seat. Leaving a spot in between the two of you. You slip off your shoes and criss cross your legs on the couch.

“Do you need anything to drink?” Josh asks clearly, feeling obligated to.

“Um, I’ll just have some water. Thanks.” You fidget with the necklace hanging around your neck, in a nervous manner.

He nods and walks away leaving you alone in the living room. As you look around the room, you take in the atmosphere. It’s very different from what you would have thought. It's a very nice apartment for a junior to be living in, but wasn’t too out there considering the wealth of the family. When you walked in you were met with the living room on the right, a very small kitchen on the left, and a bathroom straight down the hall. You would have to assume that he and his brother's bedrooms were also down the hall. You wondered what Josh’s was like?

The living room was cozy but sleek. You sat on a cold black leather couch with a white faux fur blanket draped along the back. A flat screen TV takes up most of the wall, with a table beneath it with a PS5 on top. A small leather chair and music stand sat in the corner of the room, which you assumed was Jake’s.

Midway during your observation Josh had come back with your glass of iced water.

“Here,” he puts down a coaster on the glass coffee table, sitting it right in front of you.

“Thanks Josh!” You pick up the glass taking a large gulp of the icy water.

“Mhm,” he says with a slight nod.

“Sooo…do you like Mamma Mia?” You question him.

“Phhh, no. I’m just doing this for the part, I don’t really care about all that stuff. And for them to not even get married at the end was fucking stupid.”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t play the part if you have such strong feelings about it.” You give him a fake, condescending smile.

“Did you come over to work or to just attack me all night?”

“Maybe both.” You say half joking and half not.

He rolls his eyes and grabs the remote to the tv and starts up the movie. When he has the movie up and running he leans back, placing one foot on the coffee table and his arms draping across the back of the couch, accidentally brushing your neck sending shivers down your spine.

I wonder what his hands would feel like wrapped around it.

Ew. You shake the image out of your head. You should not be thinking about those kinds of things. He is a peer, nothing else.

As your eyes fixate on the screen you feel a soft hand graze your neck, this time with a purpose.

“This is a nice necklace.” Josh states while playing with it gently, occasionally brushing against your skin.

Wow Josh Kiszka being nice, something you would have never expected.

“Did you get this from one of your 12 boyfriends?”

“Funny Josh, My parents actually got this for me before they got divorced but thanks for making this awkward now.” You say with a fake grin.

You could seem him shut down a moment, realizing he hit a nerve.

“Ohhh, it’s okay Josh! Being a dickhead is just in your nature, I totally get it!” You shoot him down with your sarcasm.

He grins for a moment, making him feel better that he didn’t absolutely ruin the night.

As you get through the first couple scenes you begin to get uncomfortable in your seat. You look over to Josh noticing he's still paying his attention to the screen, making disgusted faces every once and a while at the acting.

You decide to stretch your legs out a bit, turning your body parallel with the couch, facing towards Josh. He doesn’t seem to mind but glances over when he feels movement on the couch. A few moments pass and you feel a hand placed on your ankle. You glance over and see his hand resting upon it, rubbing light circles.

You hate to admit it, but you kind of like it.

As the scenes went on Josh had scooched much closer to the point where your legs were bunched up in front of you. Josh noticed and gently pulled your legs so they were stretched out across his lap, giving him more leg to rub. His hand traveled higher and higher to the point where it was resting just under the thin fabric of your shorts. Your heart was beating rapidly, and the only thing that could have made it worse was the Lay All Your Love On Me scene. The scene that you and Josh both despised, but there was a different feeling this time.

Your core heats up and you feel a wetness forming between your legs. Your eyes travel down to where his hand rests, then you look back up and make direct eye contact with him. Your eyes begin to wander down the rest of his body and they stop right below his waist. His gray sweatpants weren’t good at hiding much because you could see the imprint of his dick fighting against the fabric.

You smirk a little, realizing that he is looking right at you.

“What?” Josh raises his eyebrow at you.

“Oh nothing, you're just not very good at hiding how you feel.” You smile smugly at him.

He begins to look down and tries to readjust himself to conceal his erection.

“It's okay, I’m flattered Josh.” You begin to push off the couch to stand in front of him waiting for him to communicate what the next move was.

He gives a slow look up and down your body before smirking at you. Without knowing, you are being pulled down onto him. You straddle him, your legs resting on either side of his legs. As your hands drape around his , you feel two hands forcefully grab your ass. He begins to grind you back and forth on his hardened length. Your lips connect and tongues fight for dominance.

Josh separates. “How does that feel mama? You like that?” He whispers seductively in your ear.

Your head is thrown back with a moan, leaving your neck completely exposed to him. His lips attach themselves to your neck, leaving wet, sloppy kisses. Followed by some hard sucking and biting, soothing the area with his tongue after.

What the fuck is going on. Why was this happening? Yesterday you would have thrown up at the idea of this ever happening, and now you never want it to end.

As he stops attacking on your neck you decide it is your turn. Your lips forcefully attach to his neck giving him no time to react. You suck hard on the tender skin, as a whimper slides past his lips.

“You like that Josh? What's making you feel this way? Me grinding on your cock, the sucking on your neck, or my tits rubbing on your chest? What is it, baby?”

“Fuck y/n. You’re so fucking sexy… god.” He praises you.

“So desperate for me Josh.”

Josh’s hands release from your ass and drag up your back slowly leading them up to your chest. He grabs your tits through your thick crewneck, but that doesn’t stop him from realizing the lack of bra you have on.

“No bra, y/n? Were you expecting something to happen tonight, like the little slut you are?”

He leans into your ear, “You tell me if you don’t want it, understand?”

You nod in agreement.

“Words mama come on.” Josh pleads with you.

“Yes, Josh.”

He smirks, “Good girl.” His hands begin to travel down and go beneath your sweatshirt, going right back up to where they had been. He starts off by slowly massaging them in his palms and switches to a painful pinch of your nipples, eliciting a moan. ”You feel so nice baby. Your tits are fucking perfect. Let me see them.”

Your hand finds the hem of your crew neck and lifts it up just enough to reveal yourself to him.

“Fuckkk y/n.” He looks so turned on right now and you find it slightly amusing.

He leans his face down to your tits and begins to leave kisses all around them and ends it with a hard suck right on top of your tit, leaving a huge purple mark.

“You look so sexy sucking on my tit, Joshy.” You speak as you continue grinding down on him, supplying yourself with the smallest amount of friction.

He goes down and circling your nipple with his tongue. He felt so good, it made you wonder what else that tongue could do.

“Want more of a taste?” You tease. His eyes lead down to your core that has been rocking back and forth on his cock all night.

He smirks, and lifts you up while standing up, laying you down on the couch.

He leaves a few kisses down your body before reaching your shorts. His fingers hook onto the waistband about to pull them down before you hear the door creak open.

You immediately pull your shirt down and sit up to see who it is.

It is Jake coming in with his guitar case. He was supposed to be gone all night?

“Oh shit!” Jake says before shielding his eyes and turning away.

“What the fuck Jake! What are you doing here?”

“Practice got done early.” He says still facing the opposite way, eyes covered.

“Anddddddd… You're supposed to be somewhere else right now though.”

Jake’s eyes widened. “Yeah yeah I know… I just was dropping this off before heading over to Bens.”

He quickly throws his guitar down and runs out the door.

You begin to stand up and grab your stuff. “I thought he was going to Scotts?”

“Just got the names mixed up I guess.” He was smooth with his response, but knowing deep down it was a line of shit.

You place your bag around over your shoulder. “Goodnight Josh. Doesn’t seem like you should have any problems on Monday.” You smirk, leaving him there with only the empty thoughts of you.

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