#and i share a lot of ff's

[thelikesoffinn]

Oh my god oh my god you're the one which wrote that Billy Hargrove thing too about how people misunderstand him and I totally missed it! How could I? I even shared it!

Petal, how dare you rat me out? It was supposed to be a secret between you and me!

Haha, no, you're absolutely right. That was me, too. It's hardly anything worth of note, though, because that was really just a rant and nothing more. And, on top of that, that one was quite a while ago. I think it was my first post that wasn't a reblog???

So I'm not surprised people missed it! I hardly remember that thing myself and other people, probably even less so!

[kondietorei]

alas the classic outfit swap

bonus doodle underneath ^^

drew this after realizing i only drew one sea salt ice cream orz

[isacksteban]

Sharing

A Strollonso AU where the daughter of a Canadian billionare and her friend are hired by Renault to bring attention to the teams 2nd driver. What'll happen when the girls gain the attention of more than just the media? (4k words, whore fernando, emotional lance) [@roostersrocket] {this was supposed to be a oneshot but... pt2 soon}

Lance sat in the back of the car her father sent, Esteban digging through her bag to find her concealer as their chauffeur drove at a steady pace.

"Putain, where is it?" Esteban muttered, running a hand through her hair as the other dug through the sky blue bag on the floor of the backseat

"What's wrong, Estie?" Lance asked, glancing at her friend as she curled her eyelashes

"Do you have concealer? I think I left mine at the hotel"

"Yeah" She hummed, Lance handing the girl her own makeup bag "It should be your colour"

"Thank you, Lance, I'd be dead without you" Esteban said, taking out what she needed before putting the bag back next to Lance's pale thigh

After what felt like ages they arrived at the Imola Circuit, Lance stepping out to fix her clothes, knowing the odd material was messed up after the long car ride.

She had on a white tube top with the teams logo plastered right over her tits, a halter-top like jacket on over it. She propped one leg up on the side of the car as she unrolled her shorts, tucking the back of them back under the belt with a Renault branded buckle on it

"Lance, does my ass look okay?" Esteban called from the other side of the car, the Canadian looking up from her legs to see Esteban turned around at the other side of the vehicle, the yellow "2" on the left pocket of her shorts making it impossible to notice if her ass looked bad.

"Your ass always looks great" Lance confirmed, putting her leg down and closing the car door as she stepped forward to thank the driver before her and Esteban made their way onto the paddock.

They quickly found their way to the Renault garage, not able to ignore the cameras on them as soon as they got there, the duo only worried about how their faces would look in these pictures

"What if I have a double chin?" Lance asked, hand smoothing the skin under her jaw as she spoke

"Lance, the only double you have are double D's, calm down" Esteban scoffed, smiling at her comment

"Stop, I can't kiss you in front of all these people" Lance smiled back, nudging the girls shoulder as they made their way to the Italian side of the garage.

The two mainly sat around, speaking politely to all the slightly offputting men that would walk up and hit on them, the friends having no interest in anything besides the expierence from the job so far.

They'd probably spoken to half the engineers working for Renault before a driver approached them, realizing who it was as soon as he spoke

"You two must be Esteban and Lance, It is a pleasure to have you both here" Giancarlo spoke, extending a hand to Lance then moving to shake Estebans next

"Thank you, We absolutely love it so far." Lance smiled politely, legs crossing as she gazed up at the Italian

"There won't be much going on today but it will get more exciting as the week progresses, I look forward to having you two cheering me on" He smiled back, nodding at the girls before returning to his engineers side, back to work

"God, he's hot" Esteban gushed instantly, whispering in the Canadians ear

"Shut up" Lance laughed, hitting the girls shoulder as she shook her head, disapproving of the comment

"Oh, come on!" Esteban whined "Tell me he isn't. You like older guys, he's like 15 years older than you."

"And so not my type."

"You're such a liar, but fine, more for me then" Esteban hummed, rolling her eyes at the younger girl

Lance and Esteban began to wander around the paddock once the Renault drivers started speaking to the media, being told that it would cause more people to begin speaking about the driver with the number 6 plastered on his car

"My legs hurt" Lance complained, wrapping her arms around the taller girl's waist, pulling her closer as she stumbled on her heels

"Merde" She cursed under her breath, having been startled by the sudden weight on her "Take off your heels then, it'll probably look better if we're shorter than Giancarlo anyway"

Lance nodded, looking at the concrete her heels were resting on before unclasping them and sliding her feet out, glad the pavement wasnt overheated by the sun yet

"God, I should've worn flats" She mumbled, balancing on one foot as she rubbed the sole of her foot

"Stop complaining, it's only been two hours" Esteban laughed at the now shorter girl, picking up her shoes and pulling her along, not noticing the Spaniard who's eyes were stuck on the Canadian with long, bleched blonde hair.

Fernando stopped in his tracks as he saw the two girls not far ahead of him, they were facing away but as the blonde girl spoke her head turned just enough for the World Champion to catch a glimpse of her face, he felt like he'd been punched in the gut he was so in awe with her.

The way her lip jutted out slightly as she complained to the older girl in front of her, the way her clothes fit her perfectly no matter how she positioned her slim yet curvaceous body, the way her hair curled at the ends as it draped over her bare shoulders, everything about her had Fernando completely beguiled.

As Giancarlo finished with his interviews the girls were quick to rush to his side, striking up a conversation while still close enough to the journalists for them to notice the closeness between the trio

"Hello, girls, figured you had returned home already" The older man commented, arms snaking around the young girls' waists as they walked back to the yellow and blue garage

"We couldn't leave without getting to know you more" Esteban hummed, having to look down slightly in order to meet the mans eyes

"Only if I can get to know you as well" He responded, accent thick as he winked at the French woman, Lance rolling her eyes as she third wheeled

As the trio walked into the Italian side of the garage, Lance couldn't help but notice the eyes from the Spanish side. She looked up for a second, lips curving up as she saw the older man look away quickly as if he was caught doing something he wasn't supposed to

"So, what is it you ladies want to learn?" Giancarlo spoke, taking a seat at a small table in the corner as Esteban did the same, Lance just wandering the one side, now curious of the other.

"What are you willing to show me?" Esteban hummed, cocking her head to the side as she gazed at the Italian, completely oblivious to her friend slipping away, putting her shoes back on as she walked.

Lance peeked over to Fernandos side, noticing it was significantly emptier than Giancarlos, hesitating to actually step foot on the other side.

She almost fell over when she heard a voice close to her, grabbing tightly on to the closest thing to her for stability

"Woah" A thick accent spoke, hands grabbing harshly onto her waist "Are you okay?"

Her eyes widened, a startled look on her face as she gazed down at the Spaniard, realizing she'd tripped and fell into the arms of Giancarlos teammate

"Yeah, I'm sorry" She laughed, stepping back and fixing her top, unable to forget how his fingers lingered on her skin as she pulled back

"Don't be sorry, princesa." He responded, a part of him liking having to look up to see the girl "You're welcome on the better side of the garage any time"

"Are you trying to hit on me, Alonso?" Lance smiled, cocking her head to the side as she saw the Spaniards face flush

"Quiza, is it working?" The Spaniard laughed quietly, leaning against the wall beside him as he gazed at the Canadian, hoping he wasn't making the girl uncomfortable

"You'll have to try a little harder, Alonso" She shook her head, looking away from the Spaniard to scan his side of the garage

"Fernando"

"Hm?" She hummed, eyes falling back on the man in blue

"Call me Fernando. Alonso's too formal, no?"

"Okay, Fernando" She nodded, unable to stop herself from smiling "I'm Lance. It's nice to meet you"

"The pleasure is all mine"

Lance spent the rest of the evening on the Spaniards side, he was funny. She was glad to get along with someone besides the man Esteban was clearly into.

"You have to choose one card, now" He smiled, holding a deck of Spanish cards in his hands, fingers decorated with silver rings.

"Okay" She laughed, eyebrows raising as he quickly flipped through the deck

"Oiii, you are too slow" He teased, shrugging as his eyes stayed glued to the woman

"Oh, come on!" Lance groaned, hitting his arm lightly "Go again, slower."

"Yes ma'am" He nodded, flipping through the deck again as he waited for Lance to tell him to stop

"There" She said, and he stopped, moving the deck so she would see her card.

"You know it?"

"Yeah" Lance smiled, leaning forward on the table as she watched the older man link the cards together, showing that he wasn't taking anything out

"Okay, we have the cards," He hummed, laying the deck down now that it was stuck together "You know which one you choose?"

"Mhm"

"Then, we take this off." Fernando glanced at the girl before unlinking the chain and grabbing the cards, setting them in seperate pile one by one "When you see your card you tell me stop."

He got through half the deck and Lance had yet to say anything so he spoke again

"You have to tell me stop, if you no tell me stop-" He said, almost scolding the girl

"I will! I haven't seen it yet" She defended, jutting out her bottom lip as she moved her head closer to the cards

"We cannot play if you no tell me stop."

"I think it might've disappeared! Where's it gone?" Lance questioned, laughing as he reached the end of the deck

"I dunno! You were in charge." He shook his head, lifting up the unlinked chain to show the girl

"Where have you put it?" Her eyebrows furrowed, smiling slightly as she glanced at Fernando, smile widening as he began to laugh.

"I dunno!" He spoke through laughs, beginning to pat himself down

"I don't trust you" Lance's eyes narrowed, taking over and patting the Spaniard down, from his neck to his waist trying to figure out where the small piece of paper had went

They were close, Fernando could feel the girls breath on him, he'd never admit it but it made him quite nervous. She looked even prettier up close.

"C'mon, Fer!" She whined, hitting his chest "Tell me your secrets

"Look in my hat, princesa." Fernando looked up, eyeing the blue material on his head.

She was quick to take it off, shocked to see her card laying in his hat

"How did you-"

"Ah, ah, ah." He shook his finger, "Is a secret."

"Lance" Esteban called from Giancarlos side of the garage, the Canadian girl getting up fron her seat straight away

"Lancito" Fernando said, reaching out and grabbing the girls arm, worried she'd walk away if he didn't "Can I have your number?"

"Of course, Fer" She nodded, quickly typing her number into the mans phone before disappearing back to the side she was supposed to be on.

As soon as they got in the car Lance started gushing about the man she'd spoke to, overanalyzing everything that'd happened.

"No, you don't understand. He called me princess. TWICE. And admitted that he was flirting with me." She tried to explain, Esteban sitting with a skeptical look on her face

"He's a world champion, you're gonna get played." Esteban tried to explain, Giancarlo having briefly mentioned his teammates and how bad he treated the girls he brought around.

"I don't care, he's sexy." Lance whined, grabbing her friends shoulders and shaking her "I can fix him!"

Lance put on the same outfit as yesterday but with a skirt instead, not wanting to look the exact same.

The Spanish man had yet to text her and it made her heart ache for whatever reason, she craved his attention.

As Lance and Esteban reached the paddock they were greeted by the Renault boys straight away. Giancarlo coming to wrap his arms around the girls as Fernando walked with another woman by his side, the polar opposite of Lance.

She had dark brown hair, green eyes, tan skin, she was in flats and jeans and a simple tank top. Is that what Fernando likes? Lance could be that.

He made sure not to stare, instead getting closer to the Italian man at her side as Esteban struck up a conversation, she always knew what to say.

They'd just gotten done with qualifying, Giancarlo p11 and Fernando p5 but the two girls still managed to congratulate the older of the two as if he'd gotten pole.

Lance didn't spare Fernando a glance, no matter how much she wanted to, she wasn't easy.

"You did good out there!" Esteban praised, body pressed against Giancarlo as his hand rested on Lance's hip

"I'm starting to think you girls don't understand how this sport works" He laughed, thumb brushing over the exposed skin on the Canadian's side

"Well, You're right." Lance laughed, trying to pretend she wanted the mans touch how she wanted his teammates "But, at least you aren't last!"

Lance decided she'd head to the car first, not interested in how her friend was eyefucking the man they worked for. She slipped her phone into her pocket, ignoring how it buzzed. She just wanted to take off her makeup and fall asleep in the back seat

"Lancito" A familiar voice called. Great. She'd ignored him all day and now he wanted to talk?

She turned back, unsurprisingly losing every ounce of anger in her body as she saw the look on his face

"My side of the garage missed you today." He hummed, stopping once they were just centimeters apart. The look on his face was different than it had been the day before, no longer soft and playful. He looked bothered.

"Oh, really? Didn't think you'd notice my absence."

"How could I not?" He laughed, hand finding its way to her hip, the same spot Giancarlo had touched earlier. "Hard to not notice someone like you."

"Mm" She just hummed, licking her lips as she looked at Fernando, unable to stop her gaze from falling on the mans own lips.

Without saying a word he pulled her closer, lips connecting roughly, grip on her hip tightening as he pressed their bodies together.

A shakey breath left Lance's lips, her fingers tangling themselves in the shorter mans hair as she kept him close. If he was the last man she was to ever kiss, she wouldn't complain.

His leg came up slightly, pressing against her core as he pressed her back to the wall behind them. Lance was never the doing-stuff-in-public type but if it was from Fernando she'd take whatever she could get.

Her mind clouded as she began to thoughtlessly rut against the mans leg, feeling the smirk forming on his face as her skirt hiked up. She should be embarrassed, really, she met this man, who is almost a decade older than her, yesterday and now she was whimpering into his mouth in a hidden area of the paddock. Maybe she was easy but she's also just a teenage girl, teenage girls have needs too and if this is how she'll meet them she doesn't see anything wrong with that.

Not long after they started it stopped, Fernando hearing his teammate calling his name. He pulled away from the girl, not bothering to even spare her a glance before he disappeared again. Leaving her feeling hot, heavy, and alone.

Lance thought about Fernando all night, thought about the kiss, his touch, the girl from earlier.

She hardly spoke on the ride back to the hotel, Esteban brushing it off as her being tired but even the next morning she was quiet

"What happened, Lance?" She finally asked, sick of her friends silence, it was race day they should be excited.

"He kissed me" Lance muttered, looking over to Esteban as they were both getting dressed

"Who?"

"Fernando"

"FERNANDO ALONSO KISSED YOU AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?" She said loudly, dropping her shirt and going over to Lance, forcing her to sit down "Now you have to tell me everything"

"Well, I left early"

"I remember" She nodded, eyes glued to Lance

"He followed me, called me Lancito and said his side of the garage missed me. He literally had a girl by him all day hes such a fucking prick." She complained, covering her face with her hands

"But then you kissed?"

"He just got so close to me and I looked at his lips and suddenly he kissed me and pushed me against a wall and did that thing guys do with their knee-"

"OH?" Estebans eyes widened, standing up from Lance's bed "Lance, he wants you so bad."

"Yeah, wants my body so bad."

"Oh, come on. I gave Giancarlo a blowjob yesterday, that's all it is. That's all they want." Esteban shrugged, she'd never cared about the romantic part of things, always just what she could gain from the rich men she encountered. Lance had prayed to wake up like her, not caring, it never worked.

She tried harder today, trying to make herself look like the girl from yesterday. She wore low rise jeans with a soft design on the pockets, lighter makeup, and then a cropped renault shirt with Giancarlos name stitched on the back.

She didn't want to be just a body to the Spaniard, she wanted to be so much more. She wasn't just a body. She was a girl. A woman. She was so full of love and so desperate to recieve the same love she gave and she wanted that from Fernando. For whatever reason.

Lance got out of the car, walking and talking with Esteban as they made their way to the garage, now used to the sounds of clicking cameras and the flash of their pictures being taken.

Esteban was greeted by Giancarlo first, Lance's eyes meeting Fernandos as he walked next to a different girl. Tall, slim, blue eyes, ginger. What did he want. Why did none of his girls look the same. Why were none of them her.

Lance was in a funk practically the whole day, following Esteban around like a lost dog while Fernando and Giancarlo raced.

"I can't believe him." Esteban said randomly, Lance looking at her confused. "He kissed you yesterday and now he's with another girl?"

"I guess world champions just do that" Lance shrugged, trying not to think about it even though Fernando was all the commentators were talking about.

"Not all world champions, he's just a whore."

"I could fix him" She added, laughing it off as a joke but really, she hoped she could.

Giancarlo finished 8th, getting a point for the team. Fernando got 2nd so by the time the second driver returned most of them were at the podium waiting for Fernando to celebrate.

"You did good, Carlo" Esteban hummed, sitting on a counter on the wall of the garage as the Italian took off his helmet and balaclava

"Yeah, you're great." Lance added, nodding as she wished to be celebrating with Fernando.

The podium celebration came to an end, the Spaniard coming back to the garage and going straight to Lance, whispering in her ear before disappearing to shower.

Come to my hotel with me.

Who does he think he is?

Does he think he can just have any girl he wants?

What a dick.

Lance was definitely going.

She told Esteban she'd be staying behind to get to know people and her friend didn't prod, just smiling and nodding before taking herself back to their hotel while her friend snuck off to a drivers.

She found herself in the passenger seat of Fernandos car, his hand tracing shapes on the denim covering her thigh as he drove. She was nervous, not because she knew she wasn't the only girl he'd planned on fucking recently but because she hadn't fucked anyone recently.

The last time she'd gotten any action was with Max Verstappen before an f2 race in a cramped drivers roon where he kept her mouth covered the whole time. He wasn't good.

Surprisingly, her door was opened for her. Fernando holding his hand out to lead the girl in the lobby, into the elevator, and to his room.

He waited for the door to be closed before he kissed Lance again, picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist with ease.

He moved towards the bed as if he didn't have over 100 pounds of extra wait on him, as if Lance was light as a feather.

It made her smile, hands on either side of Fernandos face as she deepened their kiss, bottom lip jutting out in disappointment once he pulled back, laughing under his breath.

"Come on, have to take these off" He spoke quietly, kneeling on the ground in front of Lance who was sprawled out on the bed, taking off the heels she'd been wearing all day.

Lance sat up, watching as Fernando unbuckled one and slid it off, placing it next to him before doing the same to the other. She was eager for him to get up but he stayed put, peppering her ankles and calves with kisses as he slowly made his way back up, Lance giggling at the feeling of his stubble against her skin.

Eventually, Fernandos lips were back on Lance's, one hand on the nape of her neck while the other worked at undoing her belt, eager to have her fully exposed under him.

One thing Fernando did differently off track was he took his time. Lance hated it. She needed him.

She decided she'd have to do it herself if she wanted anything to happen before she stopped feeling it.

Lance pulled away from him, quick to take off her own belt and pants until all she had was the shirt with Giancarlo's number and name all over it.

"I do not like sharing, Lancito" He muttered, finger brushing over the embroidered "2" on her chest

"I'm all yours." She responded, even though she knew he wasn't all hers.

Fernando scoffed, not believing just how easy the girl was. He undid the first few buttons before sliding off her shirt, adoring the sight of her in nothing but her underwear. A matching black set. As if she knew what was going to happen.

"Qué guapa eres" How pretty. Lance wasn't fluent in Spanish but she'd been hit on by enough Spanish men to know what he was saying.

It was embarrassing, how flustered she got from the most basic compliment.

She could barely remember what happened after that, waking up sore and with dried cum practically covering her skin. Disgusting. Seems like no aftercare had taken place. She wasn't surprised.

Even if she didn't expect aftercare she expected to at least wake up with him still in the room. Obviously, her expectations were too high because she woke up alone. All he left her was a text. Three fucking letters.

"gtg"

Dick.

[monstermoviedean]

at the end of my fucking rope with "conversations" about k12 chronic absenteeism.

[foldingfittedsheets]

I just woke up so I’m groggy and somewhat brain dead, but I just realized your pickle post sounds like a 4chan thing. And I’m so sorry

tangentially related, your text posts and your comics do not have anything approaching the same vibe in my brain, which is NOT a complaint or criticism, honestly I love that for you, but it did make it hard to remember who chewed pickle cud.

I exist on a spectrum of extremely wholesome love stories to absolutely deranged pickle freak and it's okay that it's hard to hold those two in your mind at the same time.

But I feel like it's also a good object lesson that people are multifaceted and the batshit stories and experiences I write about are just as much a part of me as the soft squishy lovey romantic stuff.

[teafiend]

[viiisenyas]

WIP Whenever

I finally have edited enough of a section from my little AU and I am so stoked to share it 💗

Brief Summary/Context: Elaena has travelled with her father and brother with Robert Baratheon by sea to meet Ned Stark in Winterfell. During the feast, she meets Jon Snow.

CW: none :)

Tagging: It’s 3 AM, I won’t tag any one haha.

Tagged by: @oxygenforthewicked my beloved 💗

A wave of vertigo passed through Elaena as the mixed sounds and smells in the Great Hall became too much for her to bear. Her gown suddenly became too tight, and she huffed as sweat began to bead upon her brow.

She looked at Monterys again, pouting ever so slightly before she tugged gently on his sleeve with a pleading expression. She wanted to leave, but for the second time, her brother dismissed her, wordlessly, with a wave of his hand as he continued his conversation with Lord Poole.

Elaena pressed her lips together, drawing in a breath before she mustered the courage to leave alone, and headed straight for the courtyard, ignoring the gazes from the Northmen as she passed them.

She pushed open the heavy wooden doors, and the cold air was refreshing. Elaena let out the breath she was holding, relieved as the nausea slowly dissipated, and the doors to the Great Hall clattered shut behind her.

The courtyard was desolate, save for the stable master, and a dark-haired boy hacking violently at a training dummy. He spared a glance at her over his shoulder, and her cheeks warmed when she recognised him from earlier that day.

She never had the chance to ask his name, but as the thought pressed into her mind, the boy turned back to resume his task, and Elaena frowned.

Of course… What did I expect? she thought.

After taking a long moment to regain her bearings, Elaena shivered as the chilly air clung to her skin. But she had no intention of returning to the Great Hall so soon, and she began to walk towards the brazier across the courtyard.

The warmth of the flames caressed her face, and she sighed softly as she closed her eyes, and listened to the stillness of the night. It would have been perfectly peaceful if she couldn’t hear the boy’s steel or the distant music overpowered by the sound of celebration.

Elaena braced her hands against the stone as the sound of steel faded in the background, and in the flames of the brazier, the face of the dark-haired boy she’d seen in the courtyard earlier that morning appeared, dressed in the black armour of the Night’s Watch.

A massive wall of ice was distant behind him. Snow cascaded around him as he rode away from it on horseback, and the image changed. A banner bearing the sigil of House Stark drifted in the wind, burning, before a dark shadow cast over it.

The boy appeared in the flames again, and a look of worry painted his features when he looked back at the ice before he proceeded his path forward.

Elaena leaned closer to examine the fire more carefully, and the images began to change once more. Her eyes widened as she saw the gruesome sight of a white wolf viciously attacking a lion cub, and its crimson gaze drifted towards her. Blood-stained teeth were bared as it began to draw closer and the vision faded to a crown of blades.

She recoiled in shock, gasping, before the sound of hoofbeats captured her attention, and she turned to see a man armoured in black galloping into the courtyard.

“Is he dead yet?” he called with an air of humour in his tone, and she followed his gaze to the boy with the sword across the courtyard. The stable master moved past her to collect the stallion as the man dismounted his horse.

“Sorry, milady,” he said, politely.

“Uncle Benjen!” The boy exclaimed, and she watched the amicable exchange for a moment before looking down at her hands.

“You got bigger, I see,” Benjen laughed as he hugged his nephew.

“What are you doing here?”

“I rode all day. Didn’t want to leave you alone with the Lannisters.”

Kindred spirits, she thought, and a quiet laugh escaped her.

Elaena traced over the lines of her palms, absently, before she gazed back into the flames as she continued to eavesdrop on their conversation, and the same images of the boy appeared again.

“…Well, you’re always welcome on the Wall. No bastard was ever refused a seat there.”

“So take me with you when you go back.” An air of excitement laced the young man’s tone.

“Jon,” Benjen huffed in disapproval.

“Father will let me if you ask him,” he countered, “I know he will.”

“The Wall isn’t going anywhere…”

“I’m ready,” the boy pressed. “I’m ready to swear your oath.”

The Wall, she thought, and tilted her head with a furrowed brow as she watched him riding into the night again through the flames.

Elaena looked up at the two in realisation and frowned.

“He’ll have to turn his cloak,” she sighed, in both disappointment and relief when she saw nothing else.

Elaena crossed the courtyard towards the larder, and the familiar voice of Tyrion Lannister captured her attention.

“My lady,” he smiled, swaying, before he brought a skin of wine to his lips and Elaena lowered her hands.

“Oh, hello, Lord Tyrion,” she replied as she met glazed blue eyes before looking back down.

Elaena found herself stumbling into his presence by chance more often than not since his arrival in King’s Landing just three months past, but he was the only Lannister she felt remotely comfortable speaking to.

“I must say, I’m surprised you’ve chosen the company of a man of the Night’s Watch, and the bastard of Winterfell. Tell me, are the festivities so dull?”

Bastard of Winterfell? she thought. Then that must mean… oh.

Elaena shook her head and clasped her hands in front of her. “On the contrary, it’s the opposite, my lord. But I prefer the stillness outside, and the cold is rather refreshing. And I needed some air,” she spared a glance over her shoulder, gazing at the red flames dancing, and Tyrion hummed in understanding.

“It is a bit overwhelming isn’t it?” He smiled again as he took another sip of wine. “Being in the presence of the strangers who are all as grim as their overlord.”

“Yes, I suppose it is,” she replied, quietly.

Tyrion didn’t seem to hear her, and her mind wandered. The vision of the wolf and the lion cub flashed again. Then she remembered her dream.

Elaena’s expression fell and she clenched her eyes shut, attempting to forget it.

She hated how violent it was, and for weeks the unpleasant images had plagued her mind at every waking moment.

Seven hells, what did it all mean?

The only two things that had been clear were Jon’s midnight flight, and her journey to Winterfell. Everything else had been a mystery, and it was folly to confide in anyone to make sense of it all.

“I will never father a bastard!” Jon shouted, pulling her out of her thoughts. “Never!”

She was startled by the unexpected change in volume, and her violet gaze snapped towards Benjen and the bastard.

Elaena watched as the older man’s shoulders moved, and he patted Jon’s shoulder before he turned to walk away.

The music grew louder as Benjen opened the door of the Great Hall, and Elaena watched his tall figure disappearing behind the wall before the door clattered shut.

“Your uncle’s in the Night’s Watch?” Tyrion swayed as he stepped forward, wordlessly offering Elaena the wine.

“What are you doing back there?” Jon asked, raising a brow and Elaena looked at Tyrion, owlishly.

It was bad manners to refuse despite not wanting any, and she hesitantly accepted the skin, taking a large sip. The taste was sweet like honey, and she recognised the familiar and pleasant scent of the Dornish vintage as she handed it back to him.

“Preparing for a night with your family,” the dwarf replied, flatly.

Jon moved his gaze to Elaena, and she took a step back, clutching her arm.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at the feast?” he tilted his head.

“Erm…” she flushed, and looked away as her words escaped her.

“Lady Velaryon is simply enjoying the peaceful night,” Tyrion leaned against a post, taking another swig. “Apparently, it’s too hot and too noisy in your Great Hall for her liking… one of the many things we both can agree on.” The dwarf offered another smile as he passed the skin back to Elaena.

“You’re Rhaegar Targaryen’s niece?” Jon tilted his head to the opposite side with curiosity.

She pressed her lips together as a coldness passed through her, and she looked away, insulted.

Cousin would be more accurate, she thought, and her brow wrinkled with contempt. But it was far worse than being a niece by marriage, and she kept the blood relation to herself. She loathed the tie she had to him, nonetheless.

King Robert was very kind in reminding Elaena and her brother of what Rhaegar had done on many occasions after indulging in too much wine during the day, and her uncles held the same scorn.

It was the same tired story, over again from both parties. Rhaegar betrayed Elia. Rhaegar abducted and defiled Lyanna Stark. And somehow she ended up becoming the subject of Robert’s verbal wrath when rumours resurfaced about her mother being Elia rather than Belandra, and she wasn’t willing to relive the torment.

Dragon spawn, was what Prince Joffrey told her Robert called her when he was feeling particularly cruel. ‘It’s a shame my father didn’t let my grandfather finish you off.’

If only the idiot knew who his great-grandmother was.

Elaena indulged herself in another large sip to suppress the intrusive thoughts as Jon’s gaze settled on her, and her inhibitions numbed.

“And you’re Lord Stark’s bastard.” Her words came bitterly and without thought.

Jon gave her a hurt expression, and turned on his heel, walking away with long strides before she realised how cruel she must’ve sounded.

Her cheeks burned with shame when she thought of what Ellaria and Oberyn might’ve said if they were there. What her cousins might’ve said. Using his status against him to balm her own wounded pride was beneath her, and the girl looked down.

“I’m sorry,” Elaena anxiously drew a breath as she began to fidget with her braid. “That was… unworthy of me.”

Jon looked back, and audibly sighed.

“You are the bastard, though,” Tyrion interjected with an amused tone.

“Lord Eddard Stark is my father,” Jon gritted his teeth as he turned around, placing his hands on his hips.

“And Lady Stark is not your mother,” the dwarf shrugged. “Making you… the bastard.”

Tyrion stepped closer towards Jon. “Let me give you some advice, bastard. Never forget what you are. The rest of the world will not.” The dwarf turned to look at Elaena, and he offered a sympathetic look before she realised that he was addressing them both. “Wear it like armour, and it can never be used to hurt you.”

She looked down, and took another long sip of the wine.

“What the hell do you know about being a bastard?” Jon retorted as Tyrion began to walk back towards Elaena.

“All dwarves are bastards in their father’s eyes,” he muttered, shaking his head. “You can keep the wine, my lady. I think you’ll need it more than I will before the night is over.”

“My lord,” she nodded, and Tyrion moved towards the Great Hall, leaving the two of them alone.

Jon picked up his sword, and flourished it. He let out a frustrated huff before he swiftly and skilfully struck the training dummy a few times, and he raked his fingers through his hair before turning back around.

His eyes widened as if he was surprised that she was still standing there.

“Is there something you need, Lady Elaena?” He emitted an agitated sigh.

Elaena pressed her lips together, casting her gaze downward.

“I’m sorry— I didn’t mean to bother you,” Elaena said quietly. “You’re very good,” she offered a sweet smile, attempting to make up for her rude introduction, and Jon averted her gaze. “And… I only wanted to—”

“Why are you still out here?” He interrupted, tone dismissive.

Oh… The blatant rejection of her company made her stomach knot.

She had grown used to the passive aggressive remarks in the capital; insults veiled with honeyed words that were difficult for her to decipher until the last moment. But the bold and direct way of the Northerners had completely thrown her off, and somehow, it hurt more.

Elaena wasn’t sure if he wanted an answer, but the wine overtook her senses.

“I-I’m not much use for conversations, I’m afraid. Everyone’s been glaring at me and I don’t think your brother likes me very much,” her voice gradually lowered in volume, and Elaena anxiously squeezed the skin of wine as she looked down.

“I can’t imagine why,” Jon said, flatly.

Elaena frowned when she heard the sarcasm in his tone and a pause settled in the air, uncomfortably, before she turned to leave. She clutched the half-empty skin of wine tighter, debating on whether she should drown her sorrows right then.

Her tears stained her cheeks, and she quickly brushed them away attempting to maintain what remained of her dignity as she sniffled softly.

“Wait,” he called. “I’m sorry, It’s just…” Jon huffed. “It’s been a long day, my lady.”

Elaena turned around, blinking slowly as she raised her eyes to the boy. She acknowledged his apology, but did not extend her forgiveness. Instead, she simply nodded and drew a breath.

“Did you want to join us for the feast?” she asked.

Jon sighed, and ran his fingers through his hair. “Lady Stark thinks it might insult the royal family to seat a bastard in their midst. Which is why I’m out here in the first place.”

“It can’t be any more insulting than King Robert’s foolish attempts in leaving a few bastards in the North,” she said, quietly and without thought.

His eyes widened and he let out a dry chuckle before she realised what just came out of her mouth. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, and Elaena sighed heavily, placing her palm against the side of her face.

Gods, damn this wine… I shouldn’t have said that.

Jon sheathed his sword, and Elaena wordlessly offered the wine to him. He looked at her curiously before he met her halfway, and accepted the sweet drink.

As his fingers brushed against hers, she cringed inwardly when the violent vision of the wolves flashed in her mind once more and she turned her head, clenching her eyes shut.

“Is something the matter?” He asked as he brought the wine to his lips.

“I’m fine,” she nodded and huffed softly, taking a step back. “I-I don’t… I don’t think Lady Stark will care much if you sit among the benches with the small folk,” Elaena pointed out. “I could sit with you, if you like.”

The boy looked at her incredulously as he finished off the remainder of the flask, and she began to reconsider the offer. But before the doubtful and intrusive thoughts could return, Jon offered a tight smile and nodded.

“All right.”

[sakurarisen]

So an update to this from yesterday - I’ve decided to bring Shayan over here to share Sera’s blog. It’ll be a few days before I get things shuffled around here to slide him in, so consider this blog under construction but otherwise fully functioning for a bit, given I still need to update Shayan’s carrd and get some stuff written up for the other two muses related to them also coming over!

The theme and such of this blog will also be staying Sera-focused, and Shayan and the newbies will be considered as secondary muses as a result. Being as young as they are, it was difficult to keep up a full, single blog for even just Shayan - Not due to a lack of muse, but simply because there’s only so much he can have going on as a child, be in in FF or GI verses, and replying to myself in a thread was... Awkward, to say the least, resulting in me often just making him a guest muse here or Sera on his anyway. This will still stay as Sera’s blog, but at least I’ll be able to keep up with Shayan a little easier by bringing him here. <3

I’m estimating it shouldn’t take more than a week, so please pardon the dust as the muses do the blog shuffle, and I’ll be fully available for things despite it! <3

~Pom

[erebus0dora]

some of you asked if you could print/chew/otherwise consume my Devil's Minion art, and i did ask if you needed a masterpost on the topic, so-

may i offer you this Google Drive folder, o gentle creatures..?

i'll add more, and i believe it's sensible to add the links to the original posts with these images, but frankly speaking i am chill with whatever way you use or share them if that's for your personal use

just keep them free, that's my only request

what was born as a free art should remain free art

any questions left? ask them, i don't bite unless you would really like that

now, have a peaceful day and my digital hug

💜UPDATE💜

it feels appropriate to make it a fully shaped masterpost, links and all, so... links to each and every artwork on the theme - below the cut

the Tarot cards (Hermit/Death)

"...rest" (but mirrored)

first take on Armand that looks like anime

some thoughts on the age of the magnolia tree

human!Daniel deliberately thinking of beautiful things

The Magnolia Tee Print

animated Daniel (literally, as in, a gif)

a very vampire!Daniel, thoroughly researched

Byzantine Icon Armand

a tender moment which is vague but there you go

sleeping Armand from a fic

hugs (the quiet)

more hugs (abrupt)

more hugs (headphones on, updated)

Daniel gently cleaning Armand's face

some extra somfte quiet gremlin

crack!chibi!Daniel on tees

crack!chibi!Daniel on teefs

sneaky sleepy uncertain hug for another fic

moar tender touch for another fic

beige pillow

the return of the beige pillow

"i see you"

kissing the maker's hand

more tender face-touching, couldn't choose one

Daniel comes to Louvre

Daniel collects art

four pages of Armand running and Daniel chasing

Hug The Gremlin

Hug The Gremlin For He Is Art

Armand as a candle, literally

Armand and magnolia petals (the art)

Armand and magnolia petals (the sculpture)

(slightly off-topic, but) Perforated Heart because ffs Eric knows his shit

good old don't you maître me thing which i keep forgetting to include

Only Fangs Molloy - keep in mind there's a JPEG and a TIFF version in the Drive folder, the TIFF works better if u wanna print it

(+bonus TALK SHIT GET BIT file is also there)

A LOT of traditional stuffs, scanned in 350 dpi for your entertainment

Daniel gently feeding his feral master, which is honestly one of the most tender things i have created

cozy sated hugs on a sofa

a domestic scene of Daniel waiting for Armand to enter his space, i suck at descriptions

trad art bonus! fighting with graphite dust, vol. 1, Luke

trad art bonus! fighting with graphite dust, vol. 2, Assad

an inspired old dogboy Molloy because face it, the world needs more hot aged people

trad art bonus! fighting with graphite dust, vol. 3, Armand

trad art bonus! Salomé Armand (+ vid)

MORE trad art! sculpting dat old hot man

what happens when you use ur own slightly inaccurate sculpture as a ref

EVEN MORE trad art!! Eric vs. watercolours, for his face compels me and his wild ig inspires me (+ vid)

TRAD ART AGAIN, since i found paper that looks like fun base for bookmarks (+ vid and bonus Daniel)

"he is behind my back, isn't he" (+ linked explanation)

tbc🫀

"he is 100% behind my back and i have ideas about it 😈"

[dailynnt]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 Hello dear army 💜 I decided to make a list of my recommendations for the stories I read and liked the most. Each of these works sank into my soul and I consider these writers very talented and they literally made my heart flutter! Inspiration to you my dear to create even more beautiful stories! 🫶🏻

Most of these fanfics contain explicit scenes, so read at your own risk 😉

𓏵 The mask of purity by @lostinbangtan7 | ongoing

— Jungkook idol x Y/N famous/artist/singer

— Rough sex, unprotected, overstimulation, impregnation

ᝰ In a world where desire and ambition intertwine, Y/N and Jungkook share a secret that threatens to consume them both. When jealousy takes hold of Jungkook, he reveals the possessive darkness lurking beneath the mask of purity that defines his public image. What began as clandestine meetings evolves into a mutual obsession where desire and danger merge, challenging them to confront an unsettling truth: their connection transcends the physical, but it could destroy them.

𓏵 cruel secrets - J.JK - epilogue (M) by @hellokittykookies | finished

— doctor! jk, twin! jk x fem! reader

— murder, identity fraud/theft?, doctor! jk, twin! jk, fraud, divorce, escaping/moving away, labor, pregancy sex, unprotected sex, public sex (plane), oral..? (Male)

ᝰ Marrying one of the twins, especially if they're identical, can be fun. but what if one starts pretending to be the other? especially murder involved, but what you don't know won't hurt you.. right?

𓏵 Hot and pissed and on the pill by @hellokittykookies | finished

— oc is tipsy but sober enough to know what she's doing, riding, jk having a lil thing with oc and her skirt, praises, jk calling oc "slut" once, spitting, hairpulling, slapping, dry humping at first, jungkook asking if she's sure first, oc breaking his window lock lmaoo, big c! jk, unprotected sex (USE CONDOMS FOR SAFETY YALL), praise, oc taking the initiative, the heathers inspired, dead girl walking from the heathers, literally porn and lastly it's not proofread

𓏵 “3 words, 8 letters. I mean it” - J.JK - Mini (M) by @hellokittykookies | finished

— j.jk x fem! Reader

— chuckblair inspired, limo sx, gossip girl parties setting, unprotected sex (yk what to do babes), riding, praisekink, comparing, big c!jk, slight public sex, not proofread, lemme know what i missed!

𓏵 ego season masterlist | jjk by @sparklingchim | ongoing

— hockeyplayer!jungkook, richgirlie!oc, college!au, fwb, brother's best friend

ᝰ your ex-high-school crush is now your fuck buddy. you just gotta make sure that your older brother taehyung, jungkook's best friend, doesn't catch you red-handed.

𓏵 𐙚 safeword (smut+comfort) by @redcherrykook | finished

— daddy!jungkook and sub oc, "bunny, doll, sweet girl , baby, princess", usage of safeword "melon" , doggy, choking(?)/ face into pillow, spanking, rough, soft make up care, praise, very sweet dom JK, size kink, oc has pink tones in her skin, crying

𓏵 𐙚 bad boy, good girl / highschool sweet♡s by @redcherrykook | finished

— highschool sweethearts, parking lot blowjob, backshots, they r lovebirds, dirty talk, praise, big cawck JK, creampie, desperate seggs, getting chased by cops, jungkook smokes and sells weed, is tatted UP, oc is a quiet good girl nerd

𓏵 𖤓.ೃ࿔* WARM + jeon jungkook by @mmegwrld | finished

— angsty, hurt.. comfort, situationship jk, you’re too patient with him.. crying, slow build up? a little bit of smut - praises, oral (m receiving), JK IS AN ASSHOLE IN SOME PARTS

ᝰ you and jungkook are college roommates, but sometimes you two hook up. all the time, actually. he continuously pushes you away.. and you stay.

𓏵 she's not me - JK - FF - ONE SHOT (M) by @hellokittykookies | finished

— ex!jk x ex!fem!reader

— ex2l, cheating, smut, fluff if you squint

ᝰ He said he moved on, but why does your toothbrush still stand next to his, even when he has "someone new" already?

𓏵 Pose for me by @hellokittykookies | finished

— Model! jk x Photographer! reader (y/n also ji ah)

— slow burn, fake dating, forced proximity, angst, romance, mutual pining, emotional hurt/comfort, smut, hidden identity, jealousy, Fashion industry au.

ᝰ After years of running from the life you never wanted, you thought you had finally succeeded. erasing y/n, becoming ji-ha, and leaving your past behind. But then came him. A model you accidentally brought to a cotillion, a man effortlessly loved by the woman who had become family to you. And it just so happens He was connected to the one person you abandoned nine years ago. You were supposed to avoid him. To walk away. So why did you keep finding yourself right next to him?

𓏵 Just one night by @gleamingseok | finished

— Smut, Soft Dom Jungkook, Club AU

— Grinding, public touch, dom!Jungkook, car fingering, overstimulation hints, soft dirty talk, protected sex

𓏵 A Black Eye & Two Kisses. by @igwb | finished

— strangers to lovers au, angst

— angst, set in the 90s, mentions of; sexism, patriarchal society, shitty husbands/men in general :(, blood, & violence, jk is the only good man here♡, mentions of; sexual contents (no actual smut!), womens struggles & having to fight for a place in a patriarchal society

ᝰ you knew life wouldn’t be easy as a woman in a world built by men. you had grown up knowing that it was only a matter of time before you, too, would face that same brutal reality. even as you dreamed of something else—something as simple as independence—you understood how utopian that idea was for a woman in times like these. but who could have known that, sometimes, freedom could come from a man himself? a lost soul, like you, caught in the same struggle, trapped in his own way. a soul that, despite everything, might just understand your pain.

𓏵 Lines of fate | jjk by @kookiestarlight | ongoing

— tattooist!jungkook x f. reader

— apocalypse au, exes to lovers (?) dad!jungkook, survival, angst, eventual smut

ᝰ the last thing Jungkook ever imagined was an outbreak that turned the dead into the living. But even more unexpected is seeing you—an ex he’s known nothing about in the past four years—with a small child who bears a striking resemblance to himself. As Jungkook grapples with the shock and the city spirals into chaos, the two of you are thrust back together, forced to confront unresolved feelings, long-buried truths, and the horrors of the deadly virus taking over.

𓏵 "something" in @awrkive docs 🤭 | finished

— dol!jk x producer!(fem)reader, they are mean to each other 😬, just.. weird dynamics tbh. explicit sexual content: unprotected s*x, multiple positions, cre*mpie, brief c*nnilingus

ᝰ where you and jungkook are in a situationship and you kind of hate each other but the sex is great

𓏵 jeon jungkook - handle with care by @dreamersparacosm | finished

— oral (f recieving), he hits it from the back, hair pulling, blue collar dick🚨🚨

ᝰ in which your landlord sends an electrician to fix your power, and you end up learning firsthand the magic of blue collar dick.

𓏵 Parasocial | jjk (m) by @youthguk | finished

— smut, best friends with benefits, a little bit toxic, jungkook and reader are a little messy and ruin life’s of people around them

ᝰ Everyone in your circle knew that where there was you, Jungkook wasn't far behind. It was just your natural state of being - together. Your relationship had this beautiful, messy way of coloring outside the lines of typical friendship. But somewhere between algebra homework and growing pains, his protective streak went from "adorably concerned" to "intensely involved in literally everything."

𓏵 𐙚₊˚⊹ POINT OF VIEW // JJK ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ by @muniimyg | ongoing

— fluff, crack, & angst

𓏵 Thoughts of You by @scarluna | finished

— plus sized reader, fuckboy jungkook, insecurities, smoking

— mature language, a little sexual tension

ᝰ Y/N starts work as a client agent at a big corporate co company. There, she meets Jungkook, a man who confuses the hell out of her.

𓏵 D&D (m) by @aajjks | finished

— roomate!jk x fem!reader.

— 18+, explícït längüägë, vëry gräphïc änd fïlthÿ dïälögüë, drünk Jüngkook, H Ô R N Y JK, ïntënsë sëxüäl tënsïön, rïdïcülöüsly bôld flïrtätïön, händ pläçëmënts gëttïng ä lïttlë tóó clösë, dïrty hümör, änd füll-ön läck öf fïltër, brò ís hórny.

ᝰ There is a lot to deal with whenever your horny roommate ends up drunk as fuck.

𓏵 The Shower Show (m) by @aajjks | finished

— roommate jungkook x female!reader

— shôwêr wârs, rôômâtês tûrñêd châôtîc fôês, jûñgkôôk bêîñg â flîrty lîttlê shît, tôwêl drâmâ, bîg d sélf-hypê, înâpproprîâtê shôwêr sêx rêfêrêñcês, dîrtÿ jôkês, thrôwîñg shâmpôô âs â wêâpôñ, sêxûâl têñsîôñ bât nó shôwêr shârîñg (fôr ñôw).

ᝰ A lot happens when you find out that your horny housemate is taking a shower in your bathroom and the worst way to find out is when you walk in on him naked in the shower.

𓏵 what are you willing to do? by @trivia-yandere | finished

— smut, light yandere tendancies nothing too crazy (yet), power imbalance, dirty talking, kissing, nipple sucking/rubbing, oral sex, dry humping, fingering

ᝰ After managing to dodge your property manager out of rent for two months, you're left in a vulnerable position when he finally comes looking for you.

𓏵 bridges we almost burned 𓇼 𓂂 ˚ ◌ by @kooffeecup | finished

— angst, romance

ᝰ when you see your boyfriend giving ride to the new intern frequently because he thinks it’s convenient, something snaps inside you.

𓏵 Stuck With You. (m) by @aajjks | finished

— stûck în â rôôm tôgêthêr trôpê, crîngê jûngkôôk, hôrnÿ jûngkôôk, tsûndêrê ÿn, sêxûâl jôkês, ônê bêd trôpê, hê jûst wânts tô hît ît wîth ÿôû ând lîvê hâppîlÿ êvêr âftêr.

ᝰ Imagine being stuck in a room with a walking nightmare who really wants to fuck you.

𓏵 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈 | 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐁 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐔 by @pennyellee | ongoing

— heartthrob!jk, yandere!jk x fashion employee f!reader

— dark romance, smut, porn with plot, 90s, minors dni 18+ | sexual tension, emotional distress, teasing, fingering, unprotected sex, jk is selfish af, jk is delulu, oral (fem receiving), forced oral (m receiving) spanking, squirting, cum swallowing, creampie, yandere behaviour, obsessive behaviour, choking, rough sex, pussy pounding, bruises, manipulation, gaslighting, strong language, oppressiveness

ᝰ You, a determined fashion designer, find yourself entangled in a collaboration with the irresistibly charming and egotistic heartthrob, Jeon Jungkook. Will this partnership remain strictly professional, or will he make the lines blur?

𓏵 IN HIS MERCY | JUNGKOOK FF by @horchatakoo | finished

— yandere jk x queen bee y/n, manipulation, blackmailing, big dick jk, dom jk, mean jk, smut cause grahhh, cumming inside

ᝰ who would have thought that you, the queen bee of the school, would be a crying mess beneath the very boy you bullied?

𓏵 dear me — jeon jungkook by @writesvani | ongoing

— lawyer! jeonjungkook x privatechef! reader

— estranged childhood best friends-to-friends-to-lovers?

— angst, fluff, smut (all characters are of age), YEARNING, explicit language, pinning, misunderstandings, forbidden love, JK being torn (but so is Y/n), this is NOT a cheating fic, arguing, cursing, substance use (alcohol & cigarettes), nostalgia, happy ending (probably)

ᝰ Once upon a time, Jungkook and you were everything. Best friends who shared every moment, every secret—except one: you were in love with him. But life changed. High school ended, real life began, and slowly, you drifted apart, the distance between you growing too wide to cross.

The end. Except it isn't.

One day, after a long day at work, you open your email to find a message from 13 years ago—written by your younger self. A letter you’d forgotten, sent by a service you paid to remind you of your youth, your love for him. As the emails keep on coming and you keep reading, the flood of memories hits you, and you realize something heartbreaking: you never stopped loving him.

But now, it’s too late. Jungkook is about to marry someone else. Or is he?

𓏵 study break | jjk by @ggukivrse | finished

— college au, established relationship, smut (?)

— jk wears glasses (yes that is a warning), oc and jk are both menaces, kissing, making out, allusions to sex

ᝰ in which you’re all distraction and no remorse, and jungkook keeps coming back for more

𓏵 to turn a bad thing good | jjk by @chateautae | ongoing

— ceo!jungkook x law student!reader

— series, arranged marriage!au, fwb!au (?), haters to lovers!au, smut, fluff, angst

— swearing, alcohol/marijuana consumption, mentions of ptsd/trauma, mentions of confrontative violence (with other characters, not each other), explicit sexual content, oral (m. and f. receiving), unprotected sex, penetrative sex (chapters have their own warnings!)

ᝰ jungkook’s drunken one night stand goes awry when he comes to learn not only is he being forced into an arranged marriage, but it’s to the very girl he abandoned that night—and things get a lot more complicated when you’re the best hookup he’s ever had.

𓏵 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐄 𝐔𝐏 by @jungkoode | ongoing

— enemies to lovers, emotional slow burn, smut with plot, fuck buddies

ᝰ When your search for affordable NYC housing leads you to apartment 6B, you think you've hit the jackpot. That is, until you realize your new roommate is the guy from that one wild night on January - the one who ruined you for anyone else. Now you're stuck sharing walls with the living embodiment of your worst mistake, and the sexual tension is thick enough to choke on. Between his emotional damage and your trust issues, this arrangement is a disaster waiting to happen.

But hey, at least the hate sex is phenomenal.

𓏵 ⋆｡°✩ TABLE 3 by @justarkive | ongoing

— pre!military jk x waitress/secret fuckbuddy!oc

ᝰ Before Jungkook enlists in the military, his life takes an unexpected turn when he visits a local restaurant with friends and meets a waitress who doesn’t recognize him. Surprised by your lack of star-struck reaction, Jungkook finds himself drawn to your down-to-earth nature, especially his previous struggles with the pressure of constant drama on social media regarding his relationships. Little do you know, Jungkook is about to leave for the military, which inevitably bring’s complications to your connection… do you find a way to fix it?

𓏵 ( 전정국 ) . . . BURNING HOUR jeon jungkook by @jungqkook | finished

— SMUT ! including : unprotected sex, rough sex, public sex but not really public, missionary, doggy, kook’s dirty, dirty mouth, nipple play, oral sex (f receiving), fingering + fluff <3 ! this work is fiction and therefore it does not represent the real jungkook !

ᝰ there’s nothing better than spending an entire day at your boyfriend’s yatch, tanning and waiting for the sunset with a drink in your hand… too bad your boyfriend had other plans for you.

I think that's all for now 🙂‍↕️ I think this list will continue 🫶🏻 Enjoy 💜

💋 Diylynn T

[bunnwich]

HELLO! Do you have a summary of how you portray Leona's personality in your stories? I'm a big fan of your Leona and Yuu stories and I've read them multiple times www /gen I always feel like you just nail how he would act and say things and you inspire me to work on my own fics and get better at writing scenarios with him. Than you in advance ily🙏 🦉anon

How I Portray Leona in General and in Romance

HI ANON! So I've gotten this question a few times and someone in my discord asked me basically the same thing so I'll share with you what I wrote a few months ago about Leona and the general way I write him. (it's quite funny bc a lot of these things come up in Chapter 7 when we see his dream. I AM CURSED WITH APOLLOS'S GIFT OF PROPHECY WITH THIS MAN ISTG)

I hope this is helpful?? I would like to point out that the way I write Leona is fully based on my biases and life experiences. And that a big part of fandom is projecting what you wanna see in characters while still making them feel like the same character we know in canon, yk? Good luck with your fic writing! And thank you!! mwah mwah.💚 --

So Leona takes himself as a direct person, BUT he hides A LOT. He purposely misdirects people to get a reaction out of them. (Ex: pretending to be incompetent to anger someone) or he's playing with them. HE LOVES GAMES. Everyone is a chess piece, he has to feel in control bc that’s all he has ever had over everyone else; his wits. He’s a dickhead. He will say offensive shit to scare people off.

It’s a test to see who sticks around. He has no reservations when it comes to this. You take him as he is. And despite how some people write him he’s kinda silly? Like dad jokes. Why does he joke so much about eating people, who knows? (He says shit like Namby-pamby ffs) Why are you a 40y/o in a 20 y/o body?

I HC he purposely talks casually and gruff to distance himself from his upbringing. (I like to mix proper language and slang with him bc it feels right? Also lots of animal puns, and nicknames. HE'S CORNY AF)

In general, I don't think Leona is an entirely romantic person in canon, however in my timeline, I do HC that he, like Scar has this “want vs need problem” with connection to others. He thinks it's just praise he wants (or to be king) BUT he NEEDS TLC. What was Scar MOST jealous of at the end of the day?? Mufasa’s connections, a ✨queen✨, a family! BEING KING DID NOT MAKE SCAR HAPPY!! He needs to be needed and in Chapter 2 novella, he admits he HAS to numb himself to not care. I feel like this is something he constantly battles with. Yeah, he's lazy but it's partly bc he’s tired. He’s burnt out.

On the surface, he projects 100% nonchalance. He wants you to think everything he says is just "off the cuff", but it's not. He plans everything!!! He’s a mentor, big bro, caretaker. He is not the best at comforting words but he enjoys being a leader bc people appreciate him and look up to him. Something he never got at home.

Leona and ✨Romance✨

He fools himself into thinking he has the upper hand at first and keeps his distance keeping an eye on the object of his affection. Why would you catch his eye? Well, his greatest strength is picking up on OTHER STRENGTHS. Chessmaster. He is a mentorrrr and caretaker lowkey, he wants others to NEED him and rely on him. HE WANTS YOU TO NEED HIM.

At first, he would place himself in your path, trying to be helpful in a very tsundere type way. But he would still be causal and keep ruffling your feathers to gauge how you feel for him. He guards his heart pretty heavily. And more and more he is slowly collecting info about you he would find more ways for these meetings to happen until he realizes: "Oh shit, I’ve caught feelings." This one is the winner. He’s the king of nonchalance but also...he’s a very overly sensitive person. No doubt he’s freaking out a little, he doesn't wanna screw this up. But, he’d never show it.

I do think he wants to be challenged and given some pushback (insert manga panel about "something being harder to get and therefore is better"), He wants to WORK for it, to prove himself to you that you SHOULD choose him. He wants to impress you. It makes him feel alive. A person who keeps him on his toes.

And once this ”game” of cat and mouse starts to happen. He might start to let his guard down if you are shown you can be trusted with his VERY VERY delicate feelings, that you DO accept his flaws, treat him differently than all others, and see past his gruff demeanor. It is a test of sorts. He is testing that you can “handle” him. MORE GAMES.

He’d let you set the pace though. He won't be the first to give in. To kiss you or confess first. But he would fall first HARD. He’s not been given much one-on-one attention in his life so he would crave that time with you. Physical touch is a big one, but he would not be pushy. He'd tease your boundaries and become addicted to your time together.

But yeah, this push and pull goes on for a while, all the while he’s gauging how you react to this. Memorizing it all.

He’s def one of those texters who erases their sentence like 5 times when they are nervous bc he is cookin' up the RIGHT response to endear you. (Not in a sappy way of course more in a: “I know you miss me, mouse.” snarky sorta way.) Though he can be self-deprecating on bad days. He’ll act confident, though soften up behind closed doors.

I think once he realizes that you have picked up on his simpery and there's no going back...all bets are off. He doubles down, no longer ashamed of hiding it. (Assuming at this point the person has reciprocated these feelings too!) He wants to be yours and he’s not subtle. Someone to be by his side.

Then you get the REAL simp Leona, who lowkey mumbles the sappiest shit to you in his native language when he holds you, (bc he’s still embarrassed to be vulnerable, though this will fade over time) He’ll be your biggest supporter, and wants you around him as much as you can be.

This just keeps going until you're married. Congrats you now have a lion to take care of forever.🦁 Hope this helps!✨

[sillysoraya]

Edited Models for Modding Objects

Hi everyone, something different today! I followed a tutorial for editing object models in SimPE by hugelunatic last night and was very excited with the outcome, so thought others might be interested too.

I have changed the default object models for the mods ACR, FFS Debugger/Batbox, Sim Manipulator, Sim Blender, and the Visitor Controller. They are now a bonsai tree, frost de fleur vase, watering can, piece of driftwood and tip jar.

I have also changed the additional models you can choose from! I've used all Maxis objects and hopefully there's a good variety between all 5 mods and the types of objects used e.g. potplants, kitchen clutter, outdoor items, things to blend into community lots etc.

I have included a text file listing all models for all mods! You'll see all these items in the pictures below, along with some basic ideas of how to decorate your lots. You might need to use the moveobjects cheat to place some of the options nicely. I also plan to upload versions for less modern games soon 😁

I have the Ultimate Collection so use versions of the mods compatible with that, and use Maxis objects across all EPs and SPs for models.

Be sure to remove any other versions of these files you might have, they may be named differently!!

Download

(updated 15th Jan 2025 to correct the visitor controller's default object model)

Please let me know if you find anything wrong with these, it isn't my usual type of cc to create and share! 👀

[lightnotyagami]

I usually never participate in convos like this because im a literal smut acc but i have to say this:

Lights misogyny is the most common type of misogyny in asian households for some reason 😭

Idk how to describe it but anyone who grew up w this gets what i mean when i say: you are 'allowed' to work and be academically highly educated (which is even expected of you) but you dont have any power when it comes to marriage, society and ect (privat life basically)

Tbh when it comes to ohba (or most manga writers) i dont think they are ACUTALLY misogynist but like just accepted it because they grew up this way? (Also ohba could be a woman they used female images to present themselves and tsugumi is a female name so...)

( before i get jumped on ofc this isnt a thing for every asian im just talking about personal experiences)

I think so too, despite light being a misagonist I feel like he would be ok having working wife. Considering he didn't seem to mind working women and didn't seem to look down on them. Also he did consider kiyomi a good choice for representing kira. We have also discussed how light would have preferred Naomi over other members had she been in task force. Despite Ohba being a misagonist he didn't write all death note character misagonistic . L also didn't seem to mind female working under him like Naomi and Wendy. I feel like L and light yagami are not as misagonistic as Raye penber. However light only problem is he believes all women work on emotion don't know about L. Your thoughts?

Mm yeah, I could see it basically going either way with both L and Light, I guess? A fanfic could portray them as being fairly accepting or fairly sexist in their views about women in the workplace, and both could probably seem legit to me based on how they act in the manga itself. Unfortunately my faith in Ohba giving any of his characters more progressive and feminist views than he himself has isn't very strong, and I don't know if I'd exactly say Light was a big improvement over Raye in how he viewed and treated women. But maybe he would have had slightly different views than Raye about some of those things, yeah.

[itwasntimethatdidit40]

Give me more.

Pairing: neighbor!Frankie Morales x f!reader Words count: 2527 Rating: +18, MDNI

Summary: You're ovulating and can't calm down, just the night before Frankie leaves for a two-day camping trip with the boys for Santi's birthday... luckily Frankie is willing to help you... too much, even.

Tags/Warnings: POV second person, no use of y/n, established relationship, enemies to lovers, smut, fluff, a lot of kissing, female masturbation (on Frankie's leg hehehe), fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), overstimulation, aftercare, reader has breasts and vagina, wears a baby doll and a thong, she's able body, she doesn't blush, she has hair but it's not described and she has no other description, brief reader’s thought insert, marked in italics. Pussy pronouns. Pet names (baby, honey, good girl). Frankie is our PEK on a mission 🫡

A/N: This Frankie is the same as You look like a fun place to sit, but it can be read as a stand alone, there are only some mild references to the previous ff. (If you haven't read it yet though, I hope you do 👀♥️) I have a couple more ideas in mind for these two, I hope to have something out for the Christmas holidays at least. Thank you so much for loving these two in the previous story, especially to @harriedandharassed who read it and shared it like 3 times if I'm not mistaken, I'm so flattered and grateful. I hope this one works just as well as the first one. English is not my first language, I have no beta, I hope there aren't too many mistakes, please forgive me if there are. I'm open to any advice you want to give me to improve but please be kind. (you always are, tbh). Comments and reblogs are always welcome, you would make me so happy 🥹 I started a tag list, if you want to be added leave a comment. If you'd prefer to be tagged only on something specific I can definitely do that, just let me know.

Thanks to anyone who reads, I hope you enjoy.

Archive tags: @pedrostories ♥️

“Frankie...” you whisper in the dark.

“Yes?” he answers you in a thick sleepy voice

“Are you asleep?”

“Actually yes.”

“You're answering me, though.”

“Sweetheart...” he picks up his phone from the nightstand ”It's 3:00 a.m. What's wrong?”

“I can't sleep” you groan

“Come here, come on” you shift on his part of the bed and he holds you tightly against his body, you rest your head on his chest and surrender to his comforting embrace and the scent of his skin.

You hum “thank you”

He places a kiss on your forehead “sleep now”

You close your eyes, focusing on the sense of peace you feel wrapped in his strong arms, clasped to his body as warm as a furnace, one leg crossed over his, one arm wrapped around his waist.

It's amazing, really, so amazing that soon you begin to feel something else. a little shiver that runs under your skin, a little electric shock that goes through you all, and then a crescendo of wetness between your thighs.

You’re ovulating and you’re feral, simple as that.

You try not to mind it, to let it pass, not to be too demanding after he has already made you come twice tonight, once on the couch while you were watching a movie - well at least you tried, but you actually have no idea what the movie was about because you were too busy bouncing on his cock, which when you think back on it, it makes you laugh because it seems like a constant in your dating that you can't finish watching a movie without jumping on each other - and once as soon as you got into bed when he saw you coming out of the bathroom in a new babydoll and thong you bought especially for him.

Only two months ago neither of you could stand the other but now, as much as it still bothers you to admit it since he was the last person you thought you would end up with, you are completely and hopelessly smitten with him.

“Frankie,” you whisper, hoping he won't tell you off “can we kiss for a while? Just a little bit?”

It’s so early in the morning that he doesn't have the energy to be sarcastic as usual, he just replies “of course, baby”

He lowers himself on your face and kisses you on the lips, in a very tender but rather chaste way, he still looks half asleep. After a couple of minutes he stops and you sigh, resting your head back on his chest. 

I must let him sleep, you tell yourself. This man is tired, he has already fucked me twice, that should be enough for now. Yet no, it's not enough, you still crave more.

“Frankie.." you mumble on his chest.

“Mmm what is it again?” his voice is even deeper and rougher than usual, which literally sends you into raptures.

"I..." a glimpse of him between your legs as he eats your pussy flashes past your eyes, you squeeze them hard and admit "I want you"

“Still?” he doesn't have an angry tone, nor an irritated one, he's calm, quiet, definitely awake at this point because you feel his hands roam over your back, all the way down to your ass “you insatiable little minx. You know I have to get up in three hours.” 

“I know...but it's not fair, it's Saturday” 

‘You were there when I promised to go camping and fishing with the guys, right?’ You leverage your arms to reach his neck, resting your lips on his soft, amber skin ”mmmm yes” you groan.

He chuckles, as he squeezes your butt cheeks “you know I have to, it's Santi's birthday” 

You continue your run up his neck, slipping your hands under his shirt, caressing his back.

“I’m going to miss you,” you whisper in his ear, burying a hand in his dark curls, your leg tightening around him brushing your barely covered pussy on his leg. Frankie gasps at the sensation, as you begin to grind against his thigh. “It’s only for two days. Jesus, you really are a menace, you know that?” 

“Yeah, you like that about me” You coo.

He puts a hand on your neck, his thumb brushing your ear while his other fingers wrap around the base of your skull. “I sure do. Go ahead, honey, make a mess on me”

You’re grinding hard, the texture of your brand new thong is adding a delicious scratch between your clit and his skin. 

Ridiculous desperate moans escape your lips and he kisses you, letting them vibrate into his mouth. 

He’s wearing only a t-shirt and boxers, which allows you to feel his warm skin, your clit throbbing against him, your dripping pussy heating from the contact.

You feel the tingle of your orgasm mount inside you, your mouth is wide open for him, your tongue feverishly entwined with his in a sweet struggle that leaves you breathless.

And you come, wave after wave, quivering against him, one of his strong arms keeps you in place while his other hand is still wrapped around your neck squeezing lightly on your pulse point.

Your breath is short and ragged, your body hot and tested and yet you feel like it’s not enough.

As soon as your breathing returns to normal you mutter “gosh...I want more” into his slightly sweaty t-shirt.

His voice comes out more high pitched than he would like, he opens his eyes wide and exclaims, "Baby, do you want to wreck even the last bit of me tonight?”

You giggle softly and coo “She’s aching, you know…”

You feel one of his hands kneading one of your ass cheeks and then sliding down to your pussy, massaging your folds from behind, wetting his fingers with your juices.

“Mmm that’s good” you whisper “but I still want more”

Frankie grunts, flipping you onto your back on the bed and getting on top of you. 

His eyes scan you in the dim light of your room, reading the lust on your face. “How much is she aching?” 

You whine, tighten your arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer but Frankie doesn't budge an inch, he's too strong for you.

“Use your words, baby, I know you can.” His gaze is no longer clouded by sleep, it’s alert and authoritative and he pins you down. 

“A lot.” 

“Yeah? Does this wet pussy need me?” he goes down your chest kissing your skin left uncovered by the thin straps of your baby-doll. You moan again, you don't know how to do anything else, your head feels light and confused. 

"Answer me" he says leaving a bite on your shoulder. 

You squirm and a breathy "Yes" comes out of your throat.

You feel his cock swell against your thigh, A trickle of desire runs down between your legs, wetting the thong you're wearing underneath. It’s basically drenched at this point.

“What do you want me to do? Tell me what your naughty pussy needs" 

“Your tongue, your fingers…” you whine “Please, Frankie” 

One thing you learned right away about Frankie is that he really enjoys eating his girl out. 

He's not one of those men who do it just to get a blowjob in return. He's dedicated. He uses his tongue, his lips, his nose even, he compliments how you taste, how pretty your cunt is, how wet and warm she is under his tongue, he doesn't stop until you're left shaking and breathless beneath him, until he coaxed orgasm after orgasm out of you. 

He really is a force of nature and blows your mind every single time. And not only at doing that, he is experienced and passionate in every field.

“Greedy”

He pulls back the duvet and the cool air hardens your nipples as he reaches between your legs, his lustful, tantalizing eyes peering down at you. 

His mouth brushes your inner thigh, slowly moving up from your knee to your groin, his beard tickling you deliciously, “is that what you want huh?” 

“Yes” you murmur ”yes, please.” 

His plump lips settle on your opening, he sticks out his tongue and licks from above the fabric. You moan, sinking a hand into his raven curls, pressing him against your cunt. 

He chuckles against your folds, sending an exquisite vibration through your body, slips his fingers into the elastic of your thong and slowly pulls it down. 

Your cunt throbs in anticipation as his tongue travels up your slit and you emit a deep “Fuck, yes” as soon as his lips latch onto your clit, sucking away the last bit of reasoning you had left. 

“Oh God, Frankie” 

He goes down again and comes back up, tongue flat out sliding over your wetness, once, twice, three, four times as an irrepressible heat spreads inside you again and then the tip of his tongue stops under your clit and he begins to jerk it quickly with close flicks.

His hand is open on your thigh, he slows down a bit when he feels your body tenses, goes back to teasing your opening and then starts tickling your bundle of nerves again.

You tug his hair, spreading your legs even wider to take in all that he wants to give you, melting under his ministration.

“Fuck, you’re so good, don’t stop” you whine and you see him grinning as he replies “I won’t, baby, I’m going to have a damn fucking meal out of this pussy”

His touch is careful, long laps and sucks on your clit, he knows how to alternate them, he seems to know your body and the way it reacts inside out.

Another thing you discovered about him is that he is great at listening and observing and very often guesses your needs and reactions before you express them. He immediately learned how you take your coffee, how you frown when something is bothering you, he knows that you need a particularly tight hug on Monday nights, and that on Friday nights you like to treat yourself to a drink to celebrate getting to the end of another work week.

Frankie is good, really good, you even start to really like quarreling with him, you like the way he stands up to you, the thrill of it and the amazing sex that usually comes right after. 

He brings you almost to the edge with his tongue without taking his eyes off your face, and then you feel two of his fingers nudging at your entrance “you want them huh?” 

“Yes” you breathe, almost on the verge of delirium and he teases “ask nicely baby, I haven’t heard that little magic word yet” 

You would roll your eyes if you were able to do that but right now all you feel is desire, desire to be full again with his fingers, desire to be fucked just like the way you like, desire to be his and only his. 

“Pl-please” you mutter and he whispers “here she is, my good girl” 

His index and middle finger start to stretch you, it seems like he’s taking all the time in the world while you’re trembling and begging to be satiated.

“Almost there pleasepleaseplease”you plead and he sinks a little bit more, up to half fingers, his other hand gripping on the soft skin on your tummy, keeping you in place while your back feels like a guitar’s string ready to snap.  

Your walls are clenching desperately around his fingers, impatient to have all but instead of giving you your long awaited release he comes out completely. 

"Fuck" you hiss. 

His lips are curved into a mocking smirk.

Your clit is swollen, your hole empty and the almost release is tingling all over your body like a latent fire that cannot be extinguished.

“Did you think I would make this easy for you?” He asks ironically.

You scoff “Goddamn,Frankie!” 

You don't know how he finds strength but he's making you pay for be so demanding, your pussy won't stop throbbing as he barely caresses you, feather light touches on your folds, deliberately ignoring your clit. 

You try to breathe deeply to calm down, but as soon as Frankie feels your body relax he returns to licking you, two fingers on your clit moving in circles. 

You're almost on the verge of tears when he brings you back to within an inch of your brink.

“Frankie, please” you cry “I can’t- fuck- I just can’t”

“Oh yes, you can. You wanted more? I’m going to give you exactly this so now shut up and let me do my job” he’s commanding now.

He’s slow and steady over your bundles of nerves and when you impossibly tense again his mouth is back on it, sucking and teasing with his tongue.

When he gives you your second orgasm he doesn't stop stimulating you as it washes over you, your back arches sharply, you’re gushing in his mouth and all over his face, your hand in his hair tugs to try to pull him away from you but he doesn't move, his lips stubbornly latched onto your clit, his hand firmly on your tummy while the other grips your thigh. 

He doesn't stop as you anchor yourself to the edge of the mattress trying to lift yourself up, your body twitching unbearably, he pulls you by your legs and brings you right back to where he wants you without taking his face off you, in fact sinking even more. “Frankie please, please, I can't” you feel tears stinging your eyes. 

You feel so sensitive it’s almost impossible to handle. 

“Ssssh you’re good” he says, detaching from you just long enough to say it, his beard and mustache glistening and soaked in your essence.

You squeeze your eyes, cover your mouth with your hand as you wail so gravelly it almost doesn’t sound your voice anymore. 

You're overstimulated, your body is sore, you murmur a tearful “please” again, and Frankie finally decides you've had enough. He pulls away from you and takes you in his arms as he whispers, “You're okay, honey,” caressing your back. Your labored breathing slowly returns to normal, giving way to a deep, dense feeling of gratification. 

Frankie definitely reached another level of dedication tonight. 

“Is everything okay?” he asks as he lifts your chin, inviting you to look at him. "Yes," you murmur, and he kisses you tenderly, "do you think I've given you enough to deal with my absence for two days?”

You giggle “I think it's enough to endure a week” and ruffle his hair kissing him again, lingering on his lower lip “But let me tell you something, though, someone they call Catfish who goes fishing… it's really odd”

The sound of his thunderous laugh vibrates against you “I hadn't thought about it but I must admit that you are right. Now let me sleep for...I don't even know what time it is anymore” He reaches out an arm to retrieve the phone on the nightstand and realizes that it is already five o'clock.

“Oh, fuck”

tag list: @aurorawritestoescape @baronessvonglitter 🌹

[dee-the-red-witch]

And the other thing I did yesterday.

I finally hit the launch button on GoFundMe for my surgery fund.

I... if you can donate, that's awesome, but really, the operations are in November (yeah, I have GCS and FFS just a week apart from each other and that recovery is going to suck). The biggest thing I'm asking for and need is help sharing right now. I don't do reddit, or twitch, or streams, or twitter anymore, or any of the media where a lot of folks manage to get their funds magically filled by big donors. If you do, mind putting the word out about mine over there? I just want to be able to make sure I can recover in peace without the rest of my family struggling to make up for what I can't do during that time.

[writingsbytee]

PARENT TRAP?

AARON PIERRE x BLACK FEM READER

*Remember you are in charge of your own consumption. 18+ up audiences only; minors please don’t interact!* THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION 

*Please do not plagiarize, repost, or steal my work. This doesn’t count for re-blogs!*

SUMMARY: Doing your best to avoid all signs of your ex, you’re “unknowingly” thrusted back into his presence. Surprise! 

PAIRING: Aaron Pierre x Reader (Zara)

WARNINGS: Alcohol Use, Swear words,

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I’ve been in a really angsty mood lately, reading a lot of dark romances, and I’m caught in the neverending drama of it all. So naturally, I had to write something myself. It might not be good, but I just really wanted to show love to our man. So read it, don’t read it, I really like this piece. I really want this to have like a 2000s black rom-com vibe, with some modern-day lingo mixed in. I didn’t specify how long the reader and Aaron have been apart; let’s just say anywhere from 8 -18 months. 

DIVIDER:  @anitalenia

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ZARA

“You didn’t tell me HE was going to be here!” you  whispered to your best friend, Marnie.  

“It’s Kelvin’s birthday, you knew he was going to be here, Zara. Don’t blame it on me, blame it on Kelvin. This whole ‘parent trap’ thing was his idea,” Marnie finished with an eye roll.

“Wait, Parent trap? So Aaron doesn’t know that I’m here?” you ask, a slight edge to your voice. 

“I mean, he knew you coming tonight would be a possibility, but did we tell him? No, we did not, surprise!” Marnie ended with a sarcastic smile and roll of her eyes. Your heart rate increases at the thought of seeing Aaron again. Heading to the kitchen with your head on a swivel, you head straight for the drinks. Immediately starting with two shots to calm your nerves. You and Aaron obviously had history, the two year whirlwind romance you shared held a permanent place in your heart. When Aaron’s star started to rise creating more distance between you two, you decided to break it off so he could fully devote himself to his craft. Feelings were still there on your end, but did Aaron still feel the way he used to for you? 

“Are you THAT nervous about seeing him again Zee? Because if you are, tell me now, I’ll come up with an excuse and we’re out of here,”Marnie says, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

You shake your head, “I can handle it, it just caught me off guard. I’m a big girl, it’ll be fine, plus I can always get an Uber home if you want to stay. I know you’ve been dying to reconnect with Alexa tonight,” you finish with a smirk. Your bestie blushes at the mention of her current crush. 

“C’mon we both need to loosen up!”Marnie links her arm with yours, pouring heaping cups of jungle juice for you both. As you both turn to make your way to the main room, Kelvin comes into the kitchen. 

“Well, if it isn’t double trouble!! Hey y’all!” Kelvin's jovial nature immediately puts you at ease bringing a smile to your face. Wrapping you both in a quick hug, you and marnie exchange ‘happy birthdays’ to Kelvin. When you glance over Kelvin’s shoulder and you spot Aaron. Looking absolutely scrumptious in a black fitted tee, khakis, birkenstocks, and finishing it all off with his signature gold chain. God, why did he have to be so fine?! 

Averting your attention back to your friends, you playfully slap Kelvin’s shoulder. “Y’all asses ain’t slick! You could’ve told me Aaron was going to be here instead of blindsiding me!”, the liquor already beginning to make an appearance. 

Kelvin made a face at you, “Zara, he’s my best friend. Did you REALLY not think he wasn’t coming? Because you’re wearing the outfit he likes,”Kelvin finishes with a smirk, raising his cup to his lips.

“Clock-it!!” Marnie squeals, toasting Kelvin.

With a playful roll of your eyes, you take a small sip of your drink, “Fuck you both”

︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

AARON

Aaron couldn’t keep his eyes off you. From the minute you and Marnie made your entrance, he’d always feel his eyes drawn back to you. You had to know he’d be here, he thought. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have worn his favorite outfit. The thought made a devious smirk appear on his lips.

“Oh no, what’s that face for?” Kelvin chuckled looking at his friend. 

Aaron shook his head, “She’s not even going to come over and say hi? Kel, she’s wearing ‘the outfit’,” he said, his head falling back with a groan.

Kelvin laughs at his friend, “Just go talk to her, you’re acting like y’all aren’t in love with each other. It’s sad.” Kelvin presents a shot glass to his boy, “Take this for courage and go talk to Zee, she misses you man.”

Aaron’s eyes leave Zara’s frame before shooting to Kelvin, “She said that?” His voice held an eagerness that wasn’t missed by him or Kelvin. Aaron shakes his head before taking the shot, he hadn’t even spoken to you yet and here he was 17 years old again. 

“Fuck it,” he mumbled, taking a step in your direction 

︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

ZARA

“Ok, don’t look now, but Aaron’s coming over here” Marnie says, before patting your shoulder twice and walking away. Fucking traitor, you thought. Your eyes met Aaron’s almost instantly, the muted lighting making his eyes appear mossy green. You just stood there, shifting nervously from foot to foot waiting for his approach. 

“Funny meeting you here,” Aaron says, winking in your direction. You roll your eyes, a smirk on your face, “Yeah a party at a mutual friend's house, who would’ve thought,” you said, bringing your cup up to your lips. 

Aaron notices your reaction and smiles, “How’ve you been, Zee?”

Wanting to deflect, you change the topic,”I should be asking you that! I’m seeing you everywhere now. Congrats! I knew you could do it.” You land a playful punch on Aaron’s arm, immediately cringing at the action. He raises a brow at you, his smirk turning into a full on grin. 

“You haven’t changed a bit,”Aaron says, taking a sip of his drink. 

An exaggerated scoff leaves your lips, “I have changed! I lost ten pounds and 2 inches off my waist” you finished, with a spin to emphasize your point. Aaron’s eyes slowly trail up your frame. Of course he noticed the slight difference in your physical appearance. He thought you looked absolutely edible, but he’d always thought that. Aaron wanted to know what you’d been up to while you were apart. More importantly, he wanted to know if you were seeing anyone and if he still has a shot.

“You’ve been ducking my calls,” He states, his voice lowering. 

You look away, not wanting to meet his gaze, “I didn’t know what to say.”

Aaron’s eyes softened at your confession, you were just as nervous as he was, “Well now that I have you here, you can’t run. How’ve you been Zee? I really want to know.” His tone is light, and inviting which puts you at ease. But, there’s also a depth to it, a genuine interest that’s always been there, even when life separated the two of you. 

“I’ve just been working, I got a promotion at my IT firm. I have my own little team now, I’m heading a new proposal for a real estate agency, and I’ve been focusing more on my well-being, physically and mentally. I know it’s a cliche thing to tell your ex, but It’s really all I’ve been doing,” your nerves get the better of you, forcing you to shut your mouth. Aaron just smiles at you, remembering how you once told him about how nervous he made you, he’s glad that aspect of your relationship hasn’t changed. 

Pride swelled in his chest at your accomplishments, “That’s what I’m talking about, congratulations Zee, you’re killing it!” He gazes down at you, trying to memorize all your features that may have changed during your time apart. His gaze drifts down, taking in your curves, taking in the subtle changes, “You always look good to me, Zee.” A hint of longing tinges Aaron’s voice, remembering the time you both spent together, the laughter, the whispered dreams shared at 2am over ice cream. 

A giddy nervousness mixed with your alcohol consumption caused a warm flush to take over your body. “Enough about me, what’s new with you Mr. Moviestar?” you ask. 

A chuckle rumbles in Aaron’s chest at the nickname, though it’s tinged with weariness. ‘Mr. Moviestar”  was cute before the fame, hanging out in his little apartment, watching old movies, and dreaming big. Now it feels like a caricature, a mask he has to wear to keep up appearances. 

But, for you, he lets his guard down, “To be honest, it’s all been a whirlwind,” he admits. “Shooting schedules, premiers, interviews…it’s non-stop, but it’s a good kind of crazy if that makes sense.” 

His eyes meet yours, a silent apology for his absence, the distance, leading to your breakup looming in his expressive doe eyes. “I miss having someone to share it with, to talk to when things get overwhelming.” 

A small pout forms on your face at Aaron’s confession. You miss him, how could you not? You didn’t end the relationship because you fell out of love with him, quite the opposite. You loved him so much, you were willing to let him go so he could focus on becoming who he is today. You felt like he wouldn’t be able to do that, while still focusing on maintaining a long distance relationship. With your promotion, came a move. Well it wasn’t really a move, your job is permanently remote and your company didn’t care where you set up shop. So, you packed up and moved to LA, hoping to win your man back. 

Aaron’s gaze held yours, intense and searching, as if trying to read your thoughts and feelings. A warmth seeping into your belly, ‘there’s no way he could’ve gotten finer’ you thought. The air between the two of you crackled with unspoken tension, a mix of longing and uncertainty. It was like someone pressed play, feelings you thought were gone now flooding back to the surface with a vengeance. You still felt so deeply for Aaron, time doing nothing to stop or slow down the love you  still felt for the green-eyed gentle giant in front of you. 

“You know,” he begins, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, “Sometimes I think about what it would’ve been like if we didn’t break up…” He trails off, a sad smile taking over his face as he shakes his head slightly. Aaron didn’t want to make you feel guilty for making the best decision for you at the time. “Never mind, there’s no point in dwelling on the past.”

A warmth blooms in your chest, a feeling that’s usually reserved only for Aaron hits you full force. “You’re right you know,” you say a teasing smile makes its way onto your face. “I did wear this outfit for you. Aaron, I moved from New Orleans to LA for you.” 

His heart skipped a beat at your confession, a wave of guilt washing over him. Of course, he remembered your move, Kelvin told him about it. His heart raced at the idea of you two being in the same city again. And yet, in the chaos of his rising star, and with you dodging his calls, he stopped checking up on you. 

“Aww, baby, I had no idea,” he says, reaching out, his thumb stroking the back of your hand soothingly. His eyes search yours, filled with remorse and a desperate desire to make things right. 

He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I don’t want to lose you, Zara. Not now, not ever. We can figure this out, I want to figure this out with you.”

You bite your lip, trying to mask the grin threatening to break through. “Well, I should’ve been better at communicating. I let my insecurities about our relationship get the best of me, and our breakup was a result of that. I used your rising star as an excuse. I do want you to succeed and take your career as far as it will go. I guess I just couldn’t see where your civilian girlfriend fits into your Hollywood actor life.”

Aaron looked at you intently, his expression open and vulnerable. “So what changed?”

A nervous expression painted your face, your lower lip finding home beneath your canine, “I missed you. I don’t want to be without you anymore. I think we both deserve another chance to really try and make a go of it for real this time.” Aaron’s eyes light up at your words, a spark of hope igniting within him. He places his cup on a nearby end table, and he cups your face gently, thumb sweeping over your cheekbones as he searches your features. 

“I believe you, Zara,” he says softly, conviction coating his words. “And I believe in us. We have a foundation, a history that’s stronger than any obstacle we might face. I’m not losing you again.”

He leans in, his lips hovering just a few inches from yours. “So let’s start anew, okay? No regrets, no more ‘what ifs’. Just you and me, moving forward, together.” With that he closes the gap, lips meeting yours in a tender passionate kiss. The lip lock is a gesture of commitment, of renewal, a declaration that he’s ready to fight for your relationship. To build a future that’s equal parts passion, love, and stability.

As he pulls back from the kiss, Aaron’s gaze remains locked on yours, filled with a depth of emotion that leaves you breathless. He takes a step back, offering his hand,”After they cut the cake, we’re out of here. I meant what I said Zee. I want to prove to you that I’m committed to us, to making this work. To showing you that you’re my priority, above everything else.”

Your eyes glisten with unshed tears at the conviction of Aaron’s words. His thumbs brush under your eyes collecting the moisture before your makeup gets ruined. “I’m a mess,” you say with a sniffle. 

Aaron smiles, “But you’re MY mess. Come on baby, I think they’re about to sing Happy Birthday to Kel.” He plants a kiss on your forehead, before grabbing your hand and leading you toward the dining room, excited for this next journey in your lives. 

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