#but every time i notice it i just sigh and shake my head like a tired parent because that's not what I'm going for

[sillyuin]

Late night date with hhu

Genre: fluff.

Pairing: hhu x reader.

Warnings: Mingyu gets a little mad?? idk

Yuin's note: Part (1/2). This is my carat secret santa gift for @hearts4hansol. Hope you like it, merry Christmas and happy holidays sweetie! 🦭❤️

Seungcheol: Going outside for a drive.

After a long day of responsibilities all you want to do is sleep in your cozy blankets, but Seungcheol has better plans so he calls you in the middle of the night saying he’s coming to your home. Going out with your bf wasn’t in your plans, but it’s not a bad idea at all: There’s nothing like being passenger princess and spending some quality time with your favorite person in the world.

What is more important, sleeping or having the chance to see Seungcheol after a tiring week where your schedules could never meet? One single call was enough as you jumped into his car, and went through the city streets for a ride.

Your head tilted slightly to one side, and your eyes would squint every now and then, until you shook your head to wake yourself up and let out a big yawn that you covered with both hands.

“Do you want a coffee to shake off the sleep?” Cheol asked with a playful tone.

You raised an eyebrow, looking at him with a grimace, his eyes were fixed on the road. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to have coffee after eleven at night.”

“True, but I know a place that serves the best hot cocoa in town.”

“Sounds good, but… Where are we going?”.

Seungcheol parked in a square, the view was simply beautiful and captured all your attention. The lights conveyed an inexplicable sense of tranquility, the decorated and sparsely trafficked streets were calm and beautiful.

You felt as if your worries and responsibilities were fading away; only the here and now mattered. You sighed in relief, and when you turned to look at the driver’s seat, the first thing your eyes saw was a mug with a hot drink that emitted a very tempting aroma.

“Is this for me?” you asked curiously, your cheeks flushing lightly as you accepted it.

Cheol smiled, his dimples showing up. “As I said, I’ll take you to the place that serves the best hot cocoa.”

“Did you really drive through the city at night and do all this, just for me?” your voice sounded almost like a whisper, a bit embarrassed but with a very noticeable hint of happiness.

“Who else would I do it for?” Seungcheol asked rhetorically as he poured himself a cup as well. “I still have more in the thermos, if you’d like.”

“Do you know what would be good right now?” you took a sip of your drink and looked at him with mischievous eyes.

He returned the same look, and without saying anything more, he stretched out his hand and brought over a bag that was on the back seat, right behind you. “Did you think I would forget the butter cookies?”

You both laughed as one, clinking your cups to cheer and spent some quality time there, enjoying a pleasant moment filled with laughter and anecdotes. Then Seungcheol gave you a little tour to appreciate the beautiful Christmas decorations on the city streets.

Tomorrow would be another day where you could go to bed early.

Wonwoo: Going for a walk and taking pictures.

Passionate about filming, photography and also you. He’s always willing to spend moments together and keep evidence of those happy memories. So don’t be surprised if he calls you close midnight time just to hang out, talking about your stuff and taking pictures with the precious Christmas decoration in downtown.

After a long day filled with work and stress, the last thing you wanted was to put on a complicated outfit and do your makeup to go out. When Wonwoo called past ten to come pick you up, you felt tempted to refuse and tell him to just stay at your apartment, but he insisted so enough to make you accept his offer.

You walked together through the city streets, admiring the beautiful decorations on the lampposts and in the shop windows; during the festive season, everything changed completely, feeling more cheerful and pretty. Your gaze wandered when Wonwoo touched one of your cheeks to get your attention.

“Enjoying the walk?” he asked while intertwining his hand with yours and smiled.

You nodded slowly. “I’m sorry if I seem distracted,” and you immediately yawned, covering your mouth with your free hand. “Today was one of those days.”

“I can tell,” Wonwoo chuckled as you looked at him with a furrowed brow, then he cleared his throat. “Thanks for coming, I really wanted to see you.”

You paused for a moment to lean in and give him a kiss on the cheek; the night was perfect and you thought nothing could go wrong. But then again, Wonwoo poked your cheeks again with one of his fingers.

“Can you go over there?” he asked while pointing to a small tree by the street, which had been adorned with minimalist details. “I’d like to take some pictures of you.”

“Wonu, I'm not exactly looking my best,” you joked, pointing to your outfit; you were wearing loose clothes perfect for the cold, but not for a photo session.

“What are you talking about? You look beautiful,” Wonwoo gently pinched one of your cheeks, convincing you with his adorable smile. “Now go on, I'll just take a few photos.”

You felt a little shy and posed awkwardly, but Wonwoo had a new collection of photos on his phone from another beautiful night with you, and that was more important than getting the perfect shot.

Sometimes the best photos are taken with just simple clothes, a little of makeup, and the person you love behind the lens.

Mingyu: Baking sweets.

He’s not that good at baking and neither you are, but that’s not important as long as you are doing this together. It might turn out good or bad, but there’s one thing clear: baking a fruit cake at late-night hours never was so fun (and messy).

“I think we have everything,” Mingyu said, checking the recipe on his phone, then he glanced at the kitchen counter where all the ingredients were. “We have eggs, flour, sugar… What are you doing!?”

You shrugged when you heard his voice rising above the normal. You raised your gaze to meet his and immediately dropped what you had in your hands, almost throwing it onto the counter.

“I bought you chocolates yesterday; why do you have to eat the ones that are for the cake?” Mingyu complained.

“There was no need to raise your voice,” you defended yourself quietly, crossing your arms.

Mingyu sighed deeply, standing in front of you. “I’m sorry, I shouldn't have done that to you” He patted your hair and gave you a warm smile, that gesture was enough for you to soften your expression. “Shall we start baking?”

Nodding enthusiastically, you rolled up the sleeves of your sweater, just above the elbows. “What’s the first thing we need to do?”

“I was making sure we had everything ready,” he looked back at his phone. “Did you buy the raisins like I told you?”

“I was supposed to buy… raisins?” you asked with a distracted look.

Mingyu watched you from the corner of his eye, lowkey irritated, and after realizing you were playing dumb, he overlooked as he made sure that no other ingredients were missing.

“Okay, it’s all here,” Mingyu smiled to himself. “Just tell me what the recipe says, and pass me the ingredients.”

The night went as you both worked together. Mingyu did the heavier tasks while you diligently dictated the instructions just as they were written; a slightly tense atmosphere developed, but it was also filled with jokes, laughters and the promise of a delicious fruitcake that you would share the next day, during Christmas dinner.

Once everything was ready and the cake was in the oven, that’s when you both realized the great mess the kitchen was in. There was flour scattered on the counter and on both of your clothes, leftover ingredients were thrown in a corner, and a tower of dirty dishes on the counter.

“I’m tired, shall we clean up when the cake is ready?” you suggested, scratching your head.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it,” Mingyu said as he moved towards the sink. “Take a shower, I’ll go once you’re done.”

Without thinking twice, you thanked him and disappeared from the kitchen right to your room. After a while, the cake was ready, and everything was clean and picked up. Mingyu was surprised that you hadn’t appeared during all that time, so he went to check the bathroom, thinking something may happened.

He gently knocked on your bedroom door, and when you didn’t respond, he entered to find you lying on the bed in your pajamas, phone in hand, and deeply immersed in sleep. He chuckled softly and approached to cover you with the blankets, gazing at you tenderly.

“Merry first Christmas, my love” he caressed your cheek and placed a tender goodnight kiss on your forehead, before glancing at you once again.

Vernon: Watching bad movies for the laughs.

For someone who loves watching movies, Vernon has a long list of movies he has watched. He usually watches with you the ones he loves, but one night Vernon comes to home with snacks, drinks and a some of the worst Christmas movies he has watched. This is going to be a trip full of cringe but also filled with memories you both will remember for a long time.

You had to pause to catch your breath and avoid choking on the snacks. Vernon moved a little closer to you and made sure you were okay, though he himself couldn’t contain his frantic laughter.

“Are you okay?” his hand gently stroked your back.

“Yeah, I think so,” you took a deep breath while wiping the tears from the corners of your eyes. “I didn't know such horrible movies existed.”

“I told you it was the worst movie I've ever seen,” Vernon admitted between laughs. “I couldn’t keep it all to myself!”

You gave him a sideways glance with a more serious expression as if you were going to scold him, but then you burst out laughing again and he followed your lead. After a few minutes of unending laughter, you took a breath.

“We should probably stop,” you leaned over to the table to take a sip from the glass of soda you had poured for yourself. “It’s three in the morning.”

“Yes, and?” Vernon raised an eyebrow, challenging you. “It’s Christmas eve.”

“Yeah, but it’s the third movie we’ve watched today,” you replied between yawns. “I’d like to sleep.”

But he wasn’t willing to back down. “Come on, I promise it’ll be the last one.”

Vernon looked at you with his tender eyes and a pouty face, gently pinching one of your cheeks. You were really having a good time and didn’t want the night to end at any cost, but on the other hand, you were an early bird, being awake to such late hours was really difficult.

Leaning your head on his shoulder, you snuggled up to him, hugging his arm against your chest.

“This one and then we go to sleep, okay?” you asked in a very soft voice. “Now, hit play.”

“Sure, honey,” he said, kissing the top of your head, letting the movie continue on the TV.

As the movie went on, you felt your eyes closing every so often, with Vernon’s laughter being the only thing that could wake you for a few moments. However, when the credits rolled, the only sound was your soft snoring.

Vernon gently touched your nose to wake you. “Wake up, sweetie. It’s daytime.”

“What? How?” You quickly lifted your head and blinked several times before realizing that you were still in the living room of your apartment. You looked at Vernon with a frown and patted his arm. “C’mon, don’t be so mean!”

You immediately fell back asleep on his lap, resting your head on the pillow that was laying across his thighs.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep here,” he whispered sweetly, “let’s go to the bedroom.”

“It’s fine, I’m comfortable,” you replied in sleepy voice, barely audible. “Good night.”

Vernon giggled and just let you be, he was tired as well. Taking the pillow that was beside him, he placed it behind his head and rested his hand on your shoulder, slowly stroking you with his thumb. He looked at you one last time, a lovestruck smile barely appearing on his face.

“Thanks for joining me” he whispered, closing his eyes. “Good night for you too, honey”.

[tinybeetiny]

Drummers Bang The Best: J.W

SMUT | 18+ | MDNI

I truly believe this man will yap through anything

->Starring: Rockstar!WooyoungXafab!Reader

->Genre: Smut

->Cw: Explicit language, degradation, unprotected sex,

Masterlist | Ateez Masterlist | Rock Never Dies Masterlist

Wooyoung was cocky, that much was painfully obvious but not many knew that he actually could back it up. It frustrated you to no end but deep down, deep deep down, you loved it.

You walk into the practice room and see Wooyoung banging away on his drum set, not even noticing your arrival. The sound doesn't bother you anymore; you're just happy to hear something louder than his voice. You watch as sweat drips down his forehead and the veins in his neck protrude. A rush of heat spreads through you with every bang of his drumsticks, he looks so serious, and seeing him in his element was something you'd never fully get used to. You're not sure when or how your little situationship with Wooyoung started, but you weren't complaining, and neither was he. There was something about his loud personality that seemed to annoy yet keep you hooked at the same time.

You walk over and sit on the little couch against the wall waiting for him to notice you. When he finally looks over at you he doesn't stop, sending a smirk in your direction. After about 6 minutes he finally finishes "Did you come all this way for lil ole me?" he asks dramatically "Why are you like this?" you shake your head at him “Admit it. You love me” He teases as he walks over to you “Just hush and give me what I came here for” you sigh rolling your eyes. His eyes darken and he stares at you almost like a predator stalking its prey. “You’re really something you know that? Not so much as a hey. No how are you doing? You really know how to make a guy feel special” his lips hover yours and neither of you move to close the distance “If you don’t like then tell me to leave” you sass back, you he would never “Why would I do that sweetheart? You know I love it when you’re mean to me” he smashes his lips against yours, his tongue invading its way through. Your little moans are muffled but his lips and he lowers you down onto the couch. Hand grabbing at whatever clothes you can get your hands on.

His hand comes down, fingers gliding through your slick folds “You’re so wet, need to taste you” he starts to make his way down to the ground but you stop him “No no I need you. Need you to fuck me” you beg not wanting to wait any longer “Shiitt you want me so bad” he laughs “I will leave right now” you threaten “No you won’t” he pushes his tip in without warning causing you gasp “Told you” he pushes in a little more, feeling your tight walls mold against him. He lets out a sigh when he bottoms out not wanting to move yet or else he’ll cum too soon. He gives you a couple slow thrusts “I love this pussy you know that? It’s mine. Only mine” his hips begin to move faster, the sound of skin slapping against each other and loud moans fill the room

"I knew your slutty pussy couldn't resist me" he taunts pushing your legs further into your chest and the tip of cock goes deeper just barely kissing your cervix. “S-slow down Woo” you moan pushing at his stomach. He pushes your hands away with a scoff “Weren’t you the one begging me to fuck you? Yeah thought so.” His thrusts get meaner somehow going even faster. The pleasure knocks all of the oxygen out of your legs and your mouth opens and closes but nothing comes out “Look at you. So fucked dumb on my cock you can’t even speak” You clench at his words and you hate that your body is so responsive to him. The way he knows every sensitive spot, he knew you better than you knew yourself.

His fingers grip your thighs, leaving little bruises and from the way his moans are getting higher in pitch you know he's close as if on cue his thrusts become sloppy “Oh god m’gonna cum. Fuck. You gonna take my cum. Take it like the slut you are.” “Yes yes fuck Woo cum in me please. Gonna take it all for you” his hips stutter and he spills into you with a deep, pornographic moan. His breaths are heavy as he pulls out and you whine at the emptiness. He bites his lip when he watches his cum pour out "So hot. Can't let it go to waste" His two fingers come to shove it back into your overstimulated hole.

You both quietly get dressed until he decides to open his mouth "So are you gonna admit you're in love with me now?"

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[obsessedhoneycomb]

Gentleman

Summary: You get drunk when trying to avoid your number one enemy - George Russell.

Warnings: alcohol, throwing up, enemies to lovers

A/N: I saw this picture of George just leaning against the railing and I got an idea for this little thing. Enjoy!

Please don’t use my writings without my permission! Pictures found on Pinterest.

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Since you got on that goddamn yacht of Toto’s, for the summer party, your head was spinning like crazy, because you somehow forgot about eating the food from the catering around the deck and you went straight for gin and tonic. Why? Good question. And only right answer - George Russell.

You were enemies since the day one. Something about him didn’t sit right with you and you just spat venom whenever he was around.

However, you were a mess and it was only the beginning of the night. Sipping your maybe fifth drink, you felt tipsy and dizzy. Avoiding George entire evening, you nearly got yourself over the railing of the yacht, when your mind just shut down in particular moment and you didn’t know what was happening with you.

Truth was that someone saved you from your near fall over the railing and that someone was George. He was in his right mind, barely drunk, only having one drink himself through the afternoon and the evening. When he noticed how drunk you actually were, with a sigh, he took you in his arms, getting to his cabin.

Your body was limp, but you let out a groan of discomfort and sounds of gags, indicating that you’re about to throw up. He quickly got you to the toilet in the bathroom, holding your head above it, so you could unconsciously vomit all the alcohol you drank. Frowning, he tried to hold you still, to not hurt you and even if he was disgusted, he made sure you’re alright.

Just like that you threw up nearly three times, every time he carried you to the small bathroom in the cabin, helping you.

It was about 2AM when your body stopped shaking, your breaths steadied and you nuzzled more into the silk sheets of his bed, slight breeze caressing your cheeks from the open window.

George sat beside you, watching over you, not able to catch his sleep, because he was worried. He was confused by his feelings, not understanding what was going on in his mind. He could left you at the deck, to your own mess, but he didn’t do it. And this worry washing over him, to make you feel good and not hurt… he was supposed to hate you, but he wasn’t even close to that.

Morning light creeping through the balcony window of the cabin hit your eyes and you blinked a few times, trying to focus on your surroundings. Your head was thumping wildly with pain, your body sore, but your stomach was weirdly in peace.

“I see you’re awake.”

The deep rumble of a voice made you look at the small balcony of the cabin. Your sight was still hazy, but you knew that voice well.

“George…?”

He just stood there, leaning against the railing, smiling softly, not his usual smugness.

“Yeah, it’s me.”

You groaned, embarrassed as hell.

“What happened?”

George walked over the bed, taking a seat next to you, taking in your messy appearance.

“You drank yourself to oblivion, nearly falling over from the deck to the ocean. I was around to catch you and I carried you here. You threw up like crazy. I took care of you.”

He spoke with calmness in his voice, sighing softly, worry lacing his eyes again.

Confused and tired, you looked up at him.

“Thank you.”

It was all you could muster up, your mind numb, not able to make any hateful remarks like usual.

What surprised you was his hand caressing your cheek softly, brushing your hair off your face. There was a silence between you, unspoken feelings hanging in the air.

“You actually made me mad. Your reckless behaviour. I was so worried last night.”

Your eyes widened slightly, wheels running in your head, trying to understand. But he continued his speech.

“From that time you arrived here on the yacht, you were avoiding me, drinking like an idiot, not eating any piece of meal. I wanted to throw some insults at you, make you annoyed again, but… when I saw you so desperate and your body shutting off.. it was too much.”

Hiding your face in the silky pillow, you felt bad. There wasn’t any way to talk yourself out of it.

“I’m sorry.. I don’t know that got into me, but thought of you near me, I wanted to be numb. Because…”

You suddenly stopped talking, feeling the lump in your throat. His face twisted in frown, still caressing your cheek.

“Because?”

Lifting your gaze towards him, locking your eyes with his mesmerising ocean blue, made your breath hitch.

“Because I don’t hate you, George. I actually… I very much like you.”

He could feel the hotness of your cheek under his palm, his face not surprised, he smiled widely. His own heart fluttering at your confession, because now he knew that his own mind was right about what he felt towards you.

“Well… I don’t hate you also. It’s very hard to do so with that pretty face of yours and your feisty attitude. I’m tempted by you. Every time you speak to me, calling me an asshole of the grid, it drives me closer to you.”

Your chuckle echoed through the cabin, you couldn’t believe that he was beside you, saying those words about liking you.

“I truly didn’t expect this, Russell..”

His face darkened a little, his hand now running through the strands of your messy hair.

“You don’t want to call me that.”

“What?”

Your face full of confusion.

“Russell.”

“Why so?” You tried to be a tease, but your thumping head quickly put you back in your place.

“Because it drives me crazy, when you call me that. And you’re not in shape to endure what I would do to you..”

His voice was laced with lust, his lips curled in cocky smirk, his face close to her, their breaths mingling together.

“Um… okay.” You whispered, voice shaky.

Gently patting your cheek, he backed off from you, clearly satisfied by your peaceful demeanour.

“I’ll go fetch you something for breakfast, you need to nurture yourself after your last night escapade, and we can talk after that. Before I lay my hands on you in the way I would like to, I’ll take you on nice date first. Because I’m a gentleman, of course.”

He chuckled and his head was hit by the pillow you threw at him with your words of how he’s an absolute asshole.

[wickedisback]

You’re My Sweet

A Holiday Gelphie fic

Author notes: A fic I wrote back in 2010. Very book characterization based. But no spoilers for anything act 2 musical or book wise. A chapter from the middle of the fic but I think it’s a good standalone short.

TLDR: Book characterization. No spoilers for book or Act II.

Rated T

I apologize for the grammar in advance. I have not gone over it since I posted it in 2010 and just wanted to put it out into the world during the holidays.

In the book the holiday season they celebrate is called Lurlinemas. ‘Tis the season to toss me a like if you’re so inclined.

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Waking to an empty room, Galinda was slightly disoriented. She napped much longer than she’d planned. Hurrying out of bed to turn on some lights she glanced at the time, 8 o'clock at night. Where exactly would Elphaba be? Galinda shook her head, as if to shake away the lingering thoughts of their nap- cuddled in bed, Elphaba comforting her, feeling safe and warm and…

Well, Elphaba could do as she pleased for all Galinda cared. It wasn’t her place to worry about it.

Tomorrow was Lurlinemas Eve, and the room needed decorating. She grabbed a box full of festive baubles from her wardrobe. Galinda hummed to herself as she traipsed around the room, taping sparkling snowflakes to the window and stringing pink lights around her vanity. Pink and silver garland decorated her headboard, and pearly white ornaments hung from every drawer knob on her side of the dorm.

Galinda glanced around at her work, feeling quite proud. She plopped down on her soft, frilly bed and noticed the lack of anything pretty on Elphaba's side of the room. Well... there was an extra strand of pink and silver garland. After all, if Elphaba didn't like it she could simply take it down. Resolved, Galinda placed the garland on Elphaba's headboard, tacking it in place. Suddenly, her stomach rumbled and she realized she had skipped dinner, due to their afternoon nap. Galinda felt her face grow warm as once again her mind drifted to thoughts of Elphaba holding her so very close.

Furtively, she glanced at the box of Lurlinemas decorations; it was nearly empty save for an old sprig of mistletoe. It would be silly to put it up, no boys were allowed in the dorm. Besides, Elphaba might get the wrong idea... Wrong idea about what exactly? “No, not even possible." She said aloud to the empty room. “She doesn't even think we're friends..." And it was true, they were just so... different, but that didn't mean that she and Elphaba were enemies, right? Galinda sighed. She was over-thinking this, just because Elphaba had been acting strangely didn't mean anything. Elphaba was strange, plain and simple. It had nothing to do with feelings, or friendship, or anything else that was getting mixed up in that blissful blonde brain of hers. Galinda gave up on her mental debacle and decided to scrounge up something to eat instead.

Just then, the door flung open and in burst a flustered Elphaba.

"Unbelievable." Elphaba muttered under her breath, tossing down a stack of papers and throwing her cloak off her shoulders. She shoved a brown bag into Galinda's hands and kicked off her boots. "Inconceivable." She huffed, plopping down on her bed and gesturing for Galinda to open the bag.

Galinda reached in and pulled out two sandwiches; she handed one to Elphaba and opened her own.

Elphaba took a bite, chewed and swallowed. "Melted cheese sandwich, I'm afraid they might've gotten a bit cold on the way over."

Galinda unwrapped hers and shrugged. "Good regardless, thank you."

Elphaba sighed in exasperation.

“What happened?" Galinda sat down next to her roommate and nibbled at her sandwich.

"Too much to explain." Elphaba muttered.

"You were researching." Galinda prompted. "And... there was a breakthrough of some sort?"

"The Wizard is trying to suppress all Animal activity." Elphaba explained, finishing her sandwich and reaching for some juice.

“What?" Galinda asked, shocked.

"Dr. Dillamond thinks that the Wizard is trying to suppress the Animals from our society, enough that they will eventually be phased out and all that will be left are animals in their place." Elphaba handed the juice to Galinda and paced about the room, twisting her spindly fingers together and wringing her hands.

"But the Wizard wouldn't do something like that. He works for the betterment of Oz." Galinda objected. "That old Goat must be wrong."

"Don't you see? He's completely right, of course. It all started with the Bann. Something must be done about it. The segregation has already started. Why didn't I notice it before?" Elphaba groaned, clearly upset with the situation and with herself.

"The Bann meant for Animals... it was the catalyst for something more?" Galinda guessed, still trying to catch up on Elphaba's ravings.

"Yes, yes, don't you see? The Wizard is deceiving all of Oz!" Elphaba grabbed her roommate's shoulders in excitement.

Galinda gaped, her mouth a perfect 'O'. "If this is true then someone has to do something."

Elphaba stared straight into Galinda's eyes with a fervor the blonde had never seen before. "Someone will."

Slowly, it dawned on her... "Oh Elphie, you can't!"

A smirk crept across the green woman's lips. "Elphie?"

Galinda couldn’t help but blush. "I-I... it just slipped out."

Elphaba chuckled, tousling Galinda's hair.

Galinda wasn't one to be patronized. "You've got a nickname for me. Why can't I have one for you too? Even if we aren't friends." She huffed, crossing her arms and pouting.

"I do?" Elphaba asked absentmindedly, turning around full-circle to take in the room.

"You call me, 'my sweet'."

Elphaba glanced at her. "What happened to our room?"

"I decorated. Tomorrow is Lurlinemas Eve. You don't like it?" Galinda asked, not sure why Elphaba's approval suddenly mattered so much to her.

Elphaba shrugged. "A bit... pink for my taste." She prodded the decorations on her own bed.

"You can take them down if you like." Galinda offered, feeling irrationally disappointed.

Elphaba turned, noticing the tone in her roommate's voice. "If you like them, then I like them." She smiled, hoping Galinda would smile return in. She looked for the usual brightness that surrounded her bubbly roommate, finding it unusually absent. The blonde was huffy, irritated, and Elphaba couldn't help but wonder why.

“Something wrong?" She put her flurry of anger and frustration at the situation of Oz on hold. She turned to focus on her roommate and begin to suss out the change in their dynamic.

Galinda sniffed, turning away haughtily. "No."

"Lies." Elphaba said, stepping up behind Galinda and snaking her arms around the smaller woman's shoulders, resting her chin on top of the blonde's head. She felt Galinda stiffen at the contact, definitely unusual as gentle physical contact usually calmed the blonde down. Just a squeeze of the hand or a light touch on her arm from Elphaba normally helped settle any of Galinda’s distress.

"Why that nickname?" Galinda asked, her voice light and breathy.

Elphaba chuckled, moving her lips to brush against the shell of Galinda's ear. "Is that all? Isn't it obvious?" Elphaba nipped lightly feeling a shiver travel down Galinda's petite frame. "It's because you are delightfully, sugary sweet."

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AUTHOR NOTES:

Working on transferring my Gelphie fics from fanfiction.net to an AO3 account. (I’ve never had one before). There is a lot more to this fic.

But my hobby is now writing Gelphie fics so hopefully they’re enjoyable to someone?

Happy Holidays Gelphie Nation!

Reblogs also appreciated 😁

[kezdispenser]

Breaking Character pt10/?

Summary: You are the new cast member of 'The Boys' and you play Butcher's cousin and Soldier Boy's new love interest 'Solene'. You're introduced to the cast by the director at a dinner and you're seated next to Karl and Jensen to "bond".

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Warnings: language, fluff, smut maybe

The convention hall was buzzing with excitement, the kind of energy that only passionate fans could generate. Being on stage with the rest of The Boys cast was always a mix of fun and chaos—everyone cracking jokes, answering fan questions, and teasing each other relentlessly.

Jensen was in his element, as usual, commanding the room with his charm and wit. He had the fans eating out of the palm of his hand, flashing that megawatt smile that made my stomach flip every damn time.

Then it happened.

A fan stood up, their face flushed with nervous excitement as they clutched the mic. “Hi, um, my question is for Y/N and Jensen. You guys have amazing chemistry on screen, and I was just wondering…” They trailed off, their grin widening as the crowd started murmuring excitedly. “Are you two dating in real life?”

The room erupted in cheers and whistles, and I felt my heart lurch in my chest. I could practically feel the weight of thousands of eyes on me.

Jensen turned to me, his expression light and teasing. “Well, Y/N?” he said with a smirk. “What do you think?”

The crowd roared with laughter, and I felt my pulse spike. My manager’s words from earlier echoed in my head.

“Y/N, you need to shut that shit down. Don’t confirm anything, don’t give them anything to speculate about. This relationship staying private is better for both of your careers. Trust me.”

I forced a laugh, hoping it sounded natural. “No, we’re not together. We’re just really close friends,” I said, the lie burning on my tongue.

The crowd seemed to accept the answer, moving on to the next question, but I couldn’t even focus. My chest felt tight, and when I glanced at Jensen, his jaw was clenched, his smile noticeably strained.

The ride back to the hotel was silent. Unbearably so. Jensen barely looked at me, his usual warmth replaced with a cold, tense energy that made my stomach churn.

Once we were inside the suite, he turned to me, his expression stormy. “What the fuck was that?”

I blinked, trying to play dumb. “What was what?”

“Don’t,” he snapped, his voice low but sharp. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. The ‘just friends’ bullshit.”

I sighed, dropping my bag onto the couch. “Jensen, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Not that big of a deal?” he repeated, his voice rising. “You just denied our entire fucking relationship in front of a room full of people.”

“I didn’t deny it,” I argued weakly.

“Oh, really? Because from where I was standing, it sure as hell sounded like you did.”

I crossed my arms, my frustration bubbling to the surface. “What did you expect me to say? That we’re dating? In front of everyone?”

“Yes!” he shot back without hesitation. “That’s exactly what I expected.”

“Well, I couldn’t,” I said, my voice cracking slightly.

“Why the fuck not?”

“Because my manager told me to shut it down!” I finally admitted, throwing my hands in the air.

Jensen froze, his brows furrowing in disbelief. “Your manager?”

“Yes, my manager,” I said, my voice trembling with anger. “She said it was better for both of our careers if we kept things private. That confirming anything would just cause more drama and speculation.”

He laughed bitterly, shaking his head. “So you let her call the shots on our relationship? Is that it?”

“It’s not like that, Jensen,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Then what the fuck is it like, Y/N?” he demanded, stepping closer. “Because from where I’m standing, it feels like you’re embarrassed to be with me.”

“That’s not true,” I said, my throat tightening.

“Then why the hell didn’t you tell me about this?” His voice softened slightly, but the hurt in his eyes cut deeper than his anger ever could. “Why didn’t you talk to me?”

“Because I didn’t want to fight!” I snapped, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. “I didn’t want to argue with you, okay? I thought I was doing the right thing.”

“The right thing for who?” he asked quietly. “Because it sure as fuck wasn’t for us.”

I looked away, unable to meet his gaze.

“I’m not mad that you’re scared,” he said after a long silence, his voice heavy with emotion. “I get it. But I can’t fucking do this if you’re not willing to fight for us, Y/N.”

His words hit me like a punch to the gut. “I am fighting,” I whispered, my voice breaking.

“Are you?” he asked, his tone gentle but firm. “Because it doesn’t feel like it.”

The weight of his words settled over me, suffocating and inescapable.

“I need some air,” he said finally, grabbing his jacket and keys.

“Jensen, wait—”

“I’ll see you later,” he said, cutting me off before walking out the door.

The silence he left behind was deafening.

Jensen’s POV

The bar was dark, noisy, and just what I needed to drown out the bullshit swirling in my head. I’d barely looked at the name of the place before walking in—just parked my car, shoved my hands in my pockets, and went straight for the bar.

One whiskey turned into two. Two turned into three. But no matter how much I drank, I couldn’t shake the way Y/N’s words had hit me.

“We’re just friends.”

The crowd had cheered like it was the best news they’d heard all day, but I’d felt like the ground had been ripped out from under me. How the fuck could she stand up there and say that? After everything we’d been through, everything we were?

My phone buzzed on the bar beside me, Jared’s name lighting up the screen. I ignored it the first time, but he was persistent. By the third call, I sighed, picking it up.

“What?” I grumbled into the phone, my voice rough from the whiskey and the frustration.

“Well, hello to you too, Sunshine,” Jared said, his voice light, but I could hear the concern underneath. “Where are you?”

“None of your business.”

“Oh, it’s my business when you’re clearly spiraling,” he said, not missing a beat. “Come on, man. Talk to me.”

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “I’m at some bar. Don’t even know the name of it. Just needed to get the fuck out of my head for a bit.”

“Yeah, I figured,” Jared said. “Gen told me what happened at the panel.”

“Of course, she did,” I muttered.

“Look, I’m not calling to rub salt in the wound,” he said, his tone softer now. “But you sitting in some random bar isn’t gonna fix shit.”

I took another sip of my drink, the burn doing little to ease the knot in my chest. “What am I supposed to do, Jared? Huh? She fucking lied, man. To everyone.”

“She didn’t lie,” he corrected gently. “She was scared. There’s a difference.”

I let out a bitter laugh. “Scared of what? That people will know we’re together? That it might actually mean something?”

“Probably all of the above,” Jared said honestly. “And maybe she was scared of what you’d think if she told you about her manager’s advice.”

“That’s bullshit,” I snapped, slamming my glass down a little harder than I intended. “If she doesn’t trust me enough to talk to me, then what the fuck are we even doing?”

Jared was silent for a moment, and I could almost see him running his hand over his face the way he did when he was trying to choose his words carefully. “Look, man, I get it. You’re hurt. And you have every right to be. But if you love her—and I think you do—you gotta talk to her.”

I shook my head, the word love hitting me like a freight train. “What if talking isn’t enough? What if I’m the only one who gives a shit?”

“You don’t really believe that,” Jared said quietly. “You know she cares. She’s just got her own demons, same as the rest of us.”

I stared at my empty glass, Jared’s words sinking in. He wasn’t wrong. I knew Y/N cared. I saw it in the way she looked at me when she thought I wasn’t paying attention. Felt it in the way she held my hand when we were alone. But this… this felt like a fucking betrayal.

“Think about it, Jensen,” Jared said, breaking the silence. “What’s worse: fighting for her or losing her?”

I closed my eyes, Jared’s question cutting deeper than I expected. “Fuck you for making sense.”

He chuckled softly. “It’s a gift. Now go home, man. Sleep it off. Tomorrow, you fix this shit.”

“Yeah,” I said, though my voice lacked conviction.

“Call me if you need me,” he added. “And don’t do anything stupid.”

“Too late for that,” I muttered before hanging up.

The bar felt like a refuge and a trap all at once. One drink turned into two, then three. The buzz in my head did little to quiet the storm brewing inside me. Jared’s voice kept playing on a loop: What’s worse: fighting for her or losing her?

What the hell did he know? Sitting on his high horse with his perfect life and perfect marriage. My grip on the glass tightened, knuckles white, as I knocked back another whiskey.

“Another,” I slurred to the bartender, who gave me a look but poured anyway.

The amber liquid burned its way down, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the image of her face earlier. That forced smile when she denied us—denied me—in front of thousands of people. Like I was some dirty little secret.

By the time I stumbled back to the hotel, my head was spinning. I fumbled with the key card, swearing under my breath when it took three tries to finally get the damn door open.

She was sitting on the bed, scrolling through her phone. When her eyes lifted to meet mine, there was that look—the same one she gave me when she thought I wouldn’t notice her biting her lip to stop the tears.

“You’re drunk,” she said flatly, setting her phone down.

“No shit,” I snapped, slamming the door behind me. “What, you’re gonna deny that too? Add it to the list?”

Her brows furrowed, confusion mixing with anger. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Oh, don’t play dumb, Y/N.” I spat her name like it was venom. “You know damn well what I’m talking about. That little stunt you pulled today. ‘No, we’re not together,’” I mocked in a high-pitched tone. “Was that fun for you? Did it make you feel powerful?”

Her face fell, and for a split second, I regretted it. But the whiskey-fueled rage wouldn’t let me stop.

“I don’t owe the entire world our business, Jensen,” she snapped back, standing up. “And I definitely don’t owe you an explanation right now, especially when you’re like this.”

I laughed bitterly, running a hand through my hair. “Right. Of course. Because why would I matter? Why would we matter? Gotta keep up that perfect little image, huh? Don’t wanna tarnish your precious reputation with the truth.”

“That’s rich coming from the guy who spent years hiding every goddamn thing about his life!” she shot back, stepping closer. “You think this is easy for me? You think I’m doing this for fun?”

“Feels like it,” I muttered, looking away.

She threw her hands in the air, exasperated. “You’re impossible. I can’t do this right now.”

“Of course you can’t,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Run away. That’s what you’re good at, isn’t it?”

Her eyes widened, hurt flashing across her face before she turned on her heel. “Go to hell, Jensen.”

The door to the bedroom slammed shut, leaving me alone in the deafening silence. I sank onto the couch, my head in my hands.

What the fuck was I doing?

Y/N's POV

I slammed the bedroom door behind me, the sound echoing in my ears as tears blurred my vision. My chest felt tight, my breathing uneven, and I just needed to get the hell out of that room. Jensen’s words—his tone, his anger—were like a knife twisting in my gut.

As I wiped my face, I stumbled into the hallway, unsure where I was even going. I just needed space, air, anything to stop the ache in my chest. That’s when I heard Karl’s voice.

“Whoa, whoa, what’s this?”

I blinked up at him, trying to compose myself, but the concern on his face only made the tears spill faster.

“Y/N,” he said softly, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Come on, let’s get you somewhere quiet.”

I nodded, too choked up to speak, and followed him down the hall to his room. He opened the door, gesturing for me to sit on the couch, while he grabbed a bottle of water from the mini fridge.

“Here,” he said, handing it to me as he sat beside me. “What the hell happened?”

I took a shaky sip, trying to gather my thoughts. “Jensen,” I finally managed, my voice barely above a whisper.

Karl let out a low sigh, leaning back against the couch. “I figured as much. You two have been... tense lately.”

I nodded, swallowing hard. “It’s just... the con today. My manager told me to deny that we’re together, and I—” My voice broke as fresh tears spilled over. “I didn’t tell him about it. He found out on stage, and now he thinks I don’t care about us.”

Karl frowned, his brows knitting together. “That’s bullshit. You’ve done nothing but care about that man since day one. Jensen’s just—” He paused, rubbing a hand over his face. “He’s Jensen. He feels everything so damn deeply, and sometimes it comes out the wrong way.”

I laughed bitterly. “Well, it came out loud and clear tonight.”

Karl gave me a look, his blue eyes softening. “Y/N, he loves you. That’s not up for debate. But he’s a stubborn son of a bitch, and he’s probably sitting in that room right now, kicking himself for what he said.”

I shook my head. “I don’t know, Karl. This just feels... heavy. Like maybe we weren’t ready for all this.”

“Bullshit,” Karl said firmly. “You’re more than ready. Both of you. Look, relationships aren’t easy, especially in this industry. But if anyone can make it work, it’s you two.”

I bit my lip, the weight of his words sinking in. “You really think so?”

He smiled, patting my knee. “I know so. But you’re both gonna need to talk it out when he’s sober. No running, no shutting down. Just lay it all out there.”

I nodded, letting out a deep breath. “Thanks, Karl. I mean it.”

“Anytime, kid,” he said with a wink. “Now, get some sleep. You’ve got a long day tomorrow.”

Karl pulled me into a tight hug as I stood to leave, his hand patting my back reassuringly. “You’ve got this, Y/N. Just take it one step at a time,” he said softly.

I buried my face in his shoulder for a moment, grateful for his warmth and understanding. “Thank you, Karl,” I murmured, my voice still shaky.

The knock at the door startled both of us. Karl stepped back, frowning as he headed to answer it.

When the door swung open, there stood Jensen, his hair disheveled and his eyes wild. He looked past Karl and locked eyes with me, his expression twisting into something that made my stomach drop.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he said, his voice low and sharp.

I froze, completely caught off guard. “Jensen, what—”

“You’ve been in here with him this whole time?” he snapped, stepping into the room. His gaze darted between me and Karl, anger blazing in his eyes. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, worried out of my goddamn mind, and you’re here? Alone? With Karl?”

Karl’s jaw tightened as he crossed his arms, stepping protectively in front of me. “Watch your tone, mate. Nothing’s going on here, and you know it.”

“Do I?” Jensen shot back, his voice rising. “Because from where I’m standing, it sure as hell doesn’t look that way.”

“Jensen, stop,” I said, my voice trembling as I stepped forward. “This isn’t what you think.”

“Oh, it’s not?” he said bitterly, his eyes narrowing. “Then why the fuck were you in here, crying on his shoulder, instead of talking to me?”

“Because you were drunk and yelling at me!” I shot back, my frustration boiling over. “I needed space, and Karl was there for me. That’s all this is.”

Karl stepped closer, his voice calm but firm. “She’s telling the truth, Jensen. Maybe if you stopped jumping to conclusions for five seconds, you’d see that.”

Jensen’s fists clenched at his sides, and he glared at Karl before turning his attention back to me. “Do you have any idea what this looks like, Y/N? Do you even care?”

My heart ached at the hurt in his voice, but his accusations were too much. “Do you have any idea how fucking exhausting it is to keep defending myself to you?” I said, my voice breaking. “You think I’d cheat on you? After everything we’ve been through?”

Jensen’s expression faltered, the fire in his eyes dimming slightly. But he didn’t respond, his silence only fueling my anger.

Karl shook his head, his patience clearly wearing thin. “You need to get your shit together, man. She deserves better than this.”

“I’m not leaving without her,” Jensen said, his voice quieter now but still laced with tension.

I took a shaky breath, brushing past Karl to stand in front of Jensen. “Fine,” I said, my voice steady despite the tears in my eyes. “But if we’re going to talk, you need to sober the fuck up and actually listen to me this time.”

Jensen stared at me for a long moment before nodding, his shoulders slumping slightly. “Okay,” he said quietly.

Karl sighed, stepping aside as I grabbed my jacket and followed Jensen out of the room. My heart was heavy, but a small part of me hoped that maybe, just maybe, we could finally start to untangle the mess we’d made.

JENSEN'S POV

We walked back to the room in tense silence, the air thick with unspoken words. I could feel the weight of her presence beside me, the quiet storm brewing between us. As we entered, I closed the door behind us and stood there for a moment, unsure of what to say. She’d been crying, her eyes red and puffy, and I had no idea how to make it right.

I didn’t know where to begin.

“Y/N…” My voice was rough, and I hated the uncertainty in it. I ran a hand through my hair, the frustration and guilt building up. “I don’t know what you want me to say right now. I fucked up, okay? But I’m not the only one here who’s got shit to figure out.”

She crossed her arms, her face a mask of hurt and disbelief. “Really? You think I’m the one who needs to fix things?” she shot back, her voice tight. “You think I haven’t been trying? You’re the one who doesn’t trust me, Jensen. You’re the one who keeps fucking everything up with your stupid assumptions.”

I opened my mouth to retort, but the words caught in my throat. What the hell was I supposed to say to that? I didn’t trust her, I realized—no, I didn’t trust myself.

“I didn’t mean to…” I trailed off, shaking my head in frustration.

“Yeah, well, it doesn’t matter now, does it?” she spat, her voice shaking with emotion. “You’ve already made up your mind about me. You don’t need an explanation. And I don’t need to keep trying to convince you I’m not some fucking liar.”

I could feel my own anger rising, the heat of it rushing through me. “I didn’t say that!”

“Yeah, but you didn’t have to,” she shot back, voice thick with bitterness. “You assumed. You always do.”

The silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. I could feel the distance between us growing with every word, every accusation. She was right about one thing—this wasn’t just her fault. I’d been a fucking mess, and now I was losing her because I couldn’t get my shit together.

“You don’t get it,” I muttered, frustration bubbling up. “I just… I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you, okay?”

She didn’t respond, just turned her back to me, and I felt the ache in my chest deepen.

“Fine,” I said quietly, pushing past the anger to the exhaustion beneath it. “I’m done talking.”

I didn’t even look at her as I climbed into bed. My mind was racing, but my body was too fucking tired to keep going. So, I turned over, facing the wall and pulling the covers over me, hoping for sleep to give me some kind of relief.

But it didn’t come. Not really.

The morning light crept in through the curtains, and I woke up with a pounding headache. My mouth felt dry, and I groggily reached for my phone, checking the time—8:30 AM. Fuck.

I turned to my side to find the bed empty, the spot where Y/N had been still warm but vacant. My heart sank. I glanced around the room, half-expecting her to be in the bathroom or on the balcony, but she wasn’t anywhere.

Confused, I got out of bed and walked into the living area, where I stopped dead in my tracks.

Y/N was curled up on the couch, wrapped in the throw blanket I’d given her, fast asleep. Her face was soft, peaceful for once, and despite everything that had happened last night, seeing her like that sent a pang of guilt through my chest.

I crouched down beside the couch, watching her for a moment. She looked so vulnerable, so different from the woman I’d been arguing with just hours ago. I felt like an asshole for letting it get this far.

I reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face, but I hesitated when I realized how fragile this moment was. I wanted to wake her, to apologize, but I knew it had to be done carefully.

Instead, I sat on the edge of the couch, watching her sleep for a moment longer. She deserved better than what I had given her.

And I needed to fix it. But first, I needed to let her know how much she meant to me, and how much I was willing to fight for this… for us.

But I wasn’t sure how. Not yet.

Y/N's POV

I woke up with a jolt, the remnants of sleep still clinging to me as I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the heaviness in my chest. The room was still and quiet, save for the soft hum of the city outside. I glanced around, immediately realizing that Jensen wasn’t there. I frowned, feeling the knot in my stomach tighten.

The bed was empty. His side of the blankets was perfectly untouched, and the silence in the room felt so much louder without him.

I took a deep breath, trying to ignore the ache in my chest, but it didn’t work. The argument last night still weighed on me, and everything felt so unresolved. I needed to talk to him. But I didn’t know if I was ready.

I got up slowly and walked to the window, peering outside as the morning sun started to break through the clouds. I hadn’t heard him leave, but he must have. I felt like I was missing something vital, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

A few moments later, I heard the door to the hotel room creak open, and I turned around, heart skipping in my chest when I saw Jensen standing in the doorway. He had a huge bouquet of flowers in one hand and a steaming cup of coffee in the other.

The moment our eyes met, I saw something soft in his expression—an apology, a vulnerability that I hadn’t seen from him in a while. He stepped forward, his usual confident stride now slower, more hesitant.

“I… I brought you coffee,” he said quietly, holding out the cup. “And flowers.” He gave a small, sheepish smile, almost as if he wasn’t sure what to expect from me.

I blinked, my chest tightening with a mix of emotions I wasn’t prepared for. There was something so sincere in his gesture, but I couldn’t just ignore everything that had happened. The words from last night still echoed in my mind, but the soft sincerity in his eyes made me want to believe him.

“Jensen, I—” I started, but he cut me off before I could continue.

“Look,” he said, setting the coffee and flowers down on the table, his hands shaking slightly. “I’m sorry. I fucked up. I never should’ve assumed what I did, and I never should’ve—”

“Jensen,” I interrupted, stepping closer to him. “You’re not the only one who fucked up.”

His gaze softened even more, and he took a step toward me, the distance between us shrinking until he was close enough to reach out and gently take my hand in his.

“I should’ve trusted you,” he said, voice low and raw. “I should’ve talked to you before making those stupid fucking assumptions.”

“I should’ve been more patient, too,” I replied, my voice quiet but steady. “I should’ve told you how I felt instead of just shutting down.”

There was a long pause, the tension between us slowly starting to ease as we stood there, hand in hand. I could feel the weight of everything we hadn’t said hanging in the air, but this… this moment felt different. It felt like the beginning of something, not the end.

“I love you,” Jensen said suddenly, his voice so soft, so certain. “I know I fucked up, but I love you. And I’ll do whatever it takes to make this right. Please let me make it right.”

I could feel my heart swelling at his words, and for the first time in days, I felt like I could breathe again. I squeezed his hand, finally finding the words that had been stuck in my throat all morning.

“I love you, too,” I said, my voice trembling with the emotions I’d been holding back. “But we need to do better. We need to trust each other more.”

He nodded, pulling me into his arms, his embrace warm and comforting. I closed my eyes, breathing in the familiar scent of him, and for a moment, everything felt like it was going to be okay.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered again, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “I’ll never stop proving it to you.”

“I know,” I whispered back, burying my face in his chest. “We’ll figure this out, Jensen. Together.”

The next day at the convention, the atmosphere was electric, the air buzzing with excitement from the fans. Jensen and I were back on stage, sitting between cast members, ready for another panel. It was almost routine at this point—answering questions, making jokes, and interacting with the crowd. But today, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was building beneath the surface.

I knew the questions would come again. Fans were already buzzing about our chemistry on-screen, and I could tell they were dying to know if there was something more between Jensen and me off-screen. The tension was palpable, especially after the way I’d left things hanging the day before.

When a fan raised their hand and asked the dreaded question, I felt my heart rate spike. "So, we’ve been wondering… is there something going on between you two, or is it all just for the cameras?"

I glanced at Jensen quickly, trying to gauge his reaction, but his face was relaxed, patient. He was letting me take this one, and I could feel his quiet support in the air. There was a small smile playing at the corner of his lips as he waited for me to speak.

I took a deep breath. The fans deserved the truth. I didn’t want to keep lying to them anymore. “Yeah, we’re together. Jensen and I, we’re in a relationship,” I said, the words coming out stronger than I expected. “I’m sorry for not being upfront before, but… I didn’t want to make things harder than they already were. I just want to be real with you guys.”

The crowd went wild. Some fans cheered, others gasped, but there was a shift in the air. I could feel the tension between Jensen and me melting away, and that was all I needed in that moment. But then, just as quickly, I could feel someone’s eyes on me from the back of the room.

I turned to see my manager standing there, his eyes narrowed in a way that immediately made my stomach twist. I knew exactly what was coming.

Backstage, however, my manager was livid.

I didn’t even make it past the door when he grabbed my arm, pulling me aside with a low growl. “What the hell were you thinking?” His grip was tight, unrelenting. “You don’t get to just throw our whole plan out the window for your little ‘feelings’ moment.”

I pulled my arm away, glaring at him. “I’m done hiding. I’m done pretending for everyone else.”

“Pretending?” He scoffed, his face hardening. “You think this is some game? You can’t just go off script like that. This isn’t a soap opera, Y/N. You can’t control the narrative anymore.”

“I never wanted to control the narrative!” My voice wavered slightly, but I wasn’t backing down. “I’m sick of lying about who I’m with. This whole thing—it’s messed up.”

“God,” he muttered, his hand coming up to run through his hair in frustration. “This isn’t just about you and him. This is about your career, your future. You don’t get to just blow that up because of some stupid impulsive decision.”

Before I could respond, his hand shot out again, grabbing my arm with so much force I winced. “You’re not thinking straight, and you’ll regret this. Mark my words.”

The bruising grip made my stomach churn.

The moment I stepped away from my manager, I felt a sense of relief, even though the weight of what had just happened still hung heavy in the air. I didn’t know what I expected—maybe some apology, maybe some understanding—but I got nothing. Just a tight grip, and harsh words.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself before walking back to the hotel. But as I walked down the hall, all I could think about was what Jensen might think when he saw me. He had no idea what had just gone down, and I didn’t want to burden him with it. Not right now.

When I reached the hotel room, I threw my bag onto the bed and went into the bathroom to wash my face. The sting on my arm still burned, and I couldn't help but touch the bruise, feeling the tender skin beneath my fingertips. I wasn’t sure how to explain it to Jensen. I didn’t even want to.

But when I walked back into the main room, I found Jensen standing there, looking at me with concern. My heart sank, because I knew what he was going to ask.

“Y/N,” he started, his voice tight. “What the hell happened to your arm?”

I froze, my stomach twisting. I didn’t want to do this. I didn’t want to have to explain to him that it was my manager who had done this—grabbed me, held me down with a force that left a mark. But here he was, standing in front of me, looking at me like he could see right through me.

I opened my mouth, but the words didn’t come out. Jensen stepped closer, his gaze never leaving my arm, his jaw tight.

"Who did this?" he demanded, his voice low but edged with anger. “Tell me.”

I could feel the pressure building in my chest, and I shook my head, not wanting to deal with it. “It’s nothing, Jensen. It’s not a big deal.”

But he wasn’t buying it. Not for a second. “Y/N...” he said, taking a step closer. “Don’t fucking lie to me. Who did this?”

I took a breath, the anger bubbling up in me, but I kept it in. This wasn’t about me and Jensen—it was about the shit I had to deal with behind closed doors. But I couldn’t hide it anymore.

“It’s my manager, okay?” I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper. “He grabbed me. He was angry... because I told the truth today. I told the crowd we were together. And he... he didn’t like that.”

The room was silent for a long moment. Jensen just stared at me, his face hardening. His eyes narrowed, and I could see the fury in them.

“I’m going to fucking kill him,” Jensen muttered under his breath, his hands curling into fists. “I don’t care who he is. No one does this to you, Y/N. No one fucking touches you.”

I took a step back, not wanting him to do something rash. “Jensen, don’t. Please,” I pleaded, my voice breaking. “Just drop it. It’s not worth it. I don’t want to make things worse.”

But he wasn’t listening. He was already walking toward the door, his expression dark and set. “I’m not letting this go. No one hurts you, Y/N. Not on my watch.”

I stood there, feeling helpless as he stormed out of the room. I wanted to stop him, but I knew he wouldn’t listen. Not when he was like this. And I knew that the fallout from all this—whatever happened next—was going to be more than just a bruised arm.

I sank down onto the bed, burying my face in my hands, and waited for the storm that was about to come.

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A/N: Not sorry for the cliffhanger at all, it's only because i love you guys sm. Oh and Merry Christmas Eve to those who celebrate, might write a christmas oneshot with either Jensen, Soldier Boy or Dean lmk in the comments.

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The Apprentice (Agatha x Rio x Reader) - Chapter 8

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Life has been about survival for you ever since your coven banished you for the simplest thing: desire. Since then, you've travelled from Inn to Inn, making ends meet, until you sense a powerful Magick presence coming from two mysterious women. They take you in as their apprentice and you end up learning far more than what you came for...

CHAPTER WARNINGS! -- (18+ ONLY) SEXUAL CONTENT

A/N -- this chapter is a quick 2.6k words of pure smut as a xmas gift <3 merry christmas y'all 🎄

Ch.1 ~ Ch.2 ~ Ch.3 ~ Ch.4 ~ Ch.5 ~ Ch.6 ~ Ch.7 ~ Ch.8

The soft sound of breathing is what you finally wake up to. It’s dead silent other than that; even the birds seem to be staying away to avoid the consequences of disrupting the sleep of three exhausted witches. When you do slowly stir awake, the first thing you notice is how warm you are. It’s comforting being stuck in an embrace like this, a body pressed to your back and another to your front.

Strong arms have pulled you in, protective and possessive by nature. Another body is against your front, her arm draped over your side, and despite the warmth you can feel hard, peaked buds pressed against your own chest. It causes a shiver to run down your spine and her arm just holds you closer in reaction.

Finally blinking your eyes open, they land on Agatha’s peacefully sleeping face. Her lips are just slightly parted as she breathes evenly, her brows free of that deep furrow you’ve seen more often than you’d like to see. You’re close enough to count every eyelash and you’d happily do so if it meant being stuck like this forever.

“Mmm,” Rio hums from behind you, seemingly waking up from her sleep too.

Reality begins to set in for you and you go still as you recall your night with them. It all happened so fast. There are far too many questions that need answering and all of them start running through your mind so fast you can’t catch them all. Your breath hitches as you feel that familiar panic begin to settle in your chest, the pit of your stomach suddenly tightening.

“None of that,” Rio grumbles sensing your sudden dilemma. She pulls you in deeper, taking a long, deep breath as she buries her face into the side of your neck. 

There isn’t room to argue in her tone, that being clear despite how mumbly she is, but it doesn’t stop you from pouting and shaking your head to yourself. “God, I–I was meant to tame my desires, not let them take over me like some–some kind of–”

Rio grunts this time, nipping at your neck in warning. “Stop it. You’ll wake Agatha with your woe-is-me monologue.”

“Hey!” you huff in annoyance, shuffling to try to glare at her over your shoulder, but she’s too strong and you’re too trapped.

Rio hums again, but this time it’s deeper, more gravely as she shifts her hips up. “Feels good,” she mumbles, sighing into your neck. It’s then that it hits you that she’s nude too, her lower half pressed against the curve of your ass. You can feel her, warm and slick against your skin, already wet with anticipation. The realisation makes you whimper softly, rolling your hips back, dragging out a well-earned, “Fuck,” from Rio’s lips.

She grunts that needy, animalistic sound again, clearer than before, as she forces the sleepiness away to focus on the pleasure taking over. Rio thought she could get away with it, grinding her hips against you like a rabid animal, but the movements stirred Agatha awake. You freeze, not sure what you’re expecting as a reaction from her. But her eyes flutter open, those blues so beautifully bright in the mornings. You fixate on her with your own eyes open wide, taking her in and letting that light into your soul. God, she’s beyond captivating.

“Good morning, little dove. Sleep well?” she husks, her voice deep with sleep. The sound has you whimpering again, needing to lean forward and bury your face in her neck, taking a deep sniff of her sweet scent. Agatha simply chuckles, warm and comforting as she rests her hand on the back of your head. Her eyes clearly catch Rio though whose grunts have turned into quick pants as she selfishly chases her high. “Oh, good morning to you, too, my love,” Agatha teases, biting her lower lip as Rio groans at the sound of her lover’s voice.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter into Agatha’s neck, words incoherent, but she understands your tone and shushes you.

“Oh, it’s not your fault. Rio has a high libido,” Agatha jokes, knowing that’s not the reason you’re apologising, but it’s reassuring even if it’s a deflection from the issue at hand. You do need to talk about this, about last night – and clearly about what’s inevitably going to be happening this morning. 

Before you can conjure up another word of protest, Rio’s hand sneaks around your waist and slithers down until she’s pressing against your already wet centre. You gasp right in Agatha’s neck, teeth accidentally grazing her neck. The act has her gasping though, her fingers gripping your hair tightly, eliciting a pathetically desperate sound out of you.

“Don’t give me that look,” Rio groans in complaint from behind you, the sound equally as desperate as yours, “You have another one in you,” Rio adds.

Agatha sighs, lazily rolling her hips against your thigh which you hadn’t realised has slotted between her legs. “Ugh, I woke too early,” she grumbles, clearly not a morning person. But pleasure quickly fogs her mind, hiding those thoughts away until all she can think about is the heat between her legs.

You can do nothing but stay still and let them use you as Rio continues grinding against the curve of your ass while Agatha rolls her hips against your thigh. It feels wet all over, the sensation driving you insane; you’re overcome with a need to touch and take that opportunity when you catch sight of Agatha’s marked neck again. Rushing in, you immediately suck at the skin harshly, mixing your kisses with a brush of your tongue to soothe her.

“Oh, yes,” Agatha hisses at the sensation, her moan slipping out directly into your ear. You groan into her neck, biting down as your hand grips her hips to guide her down harder, faster, wanting to make her come as fast as you can.

Rio whines behind you, attempting to hide her sounds of pleasure with a bite to your shoulder which has already been marked excessively by her. She adds another claim, and another, until she’s satisfied with her work. Your own needs become apparent as she suddenly starts moving her fingers again, sinking them lower through your folds.

“Yes, right there, please,” you gasp, your hand slipping from Agatha’s waist to grip Rio’s wrist, refusing to lose it. 

Rio moans at your easy pleading, moving her hips faster as she reaches closer to her release. But as her eyes drift shut, Agatha snaps her fingers forcing them back open. She reaches over you, her hand gripping Rio’s neck as the latter gasps at the contact.

“Are you forgetting the rules?” Agatha states, not asks, “Not before me,” she practically hisses as she reminds Rio who grunts in annoyance. But you feel her slow down behind you, clearly obeying Agatha’s command. Her painful whimpering tugs at your heart though, so you immediately sneak your hand to the mess between Agatha’s legs, a thumb to her clit. “Y/N,” Agatha breathes your name out in surprise, clutching Rio’s neck tighter in response. Her blue eyes flutter shut as she begins to rock her hips, already flushed in the cheeks.

It’s impossible to tear your gaze away from her, captivated by how wild but free she looks like this. Her dark curls are nest-like in the mornings, untouched still. You bury your face in her neck, nuzzling until you feel her soft hair against your cheek, all while feeding that need between her legs. Your fingers stay persistent in their brutal pace, circling over her clit as fast as they can go.

“You’re so pretty,” you mumble innocently into her neck, kissing it tenderly. Her hand’s suddenly gripping your biceps as she freezes, choking on her breath. You coax it out of her, letting her cling to you as she topples over the edge, but your own ache amplifies, hitting your core at full force at the intoxicating moan she pants into your ear. It’s so intimate being this close, feeling her orgasm, the pulse between her legs, the way her legs twitch and how she convulses with each wave.

Seconds later, Rio’s panting and growling behind you, needing more friction than what your body is offering. She grabs your hand away from Agatha and forces it behind you between her legs instead. It’s an awkward angle but you gladly let her use you when your fingers finally meet her cunt and feel just how soaked she is.

“Fuck, Rio,” you groan in disbelief, twisting your head back enough for her to come forward and bite your lower lip. She doesn’t kiss you, just holds you that way, grinding her wet heat into your hand, and her wild brown eyes lock onto yours. It’s an intense stare – as all of hers are if you’re being honest – and you submit, matching her with your own raw gaze.

The whimper she lets out as she finally comes is a vulnerable sound, one that can only come with a look in her eyes that communicates trust. She trembles against your hand, hips twitching from sensitivity as you brush over her clit again and again until she practically yanks your hand away.

The three of you lay there for a moment as you all catch your breath, shifting until you’re all on your backs. For a moment you begin to think they had forgotten about you, the desperate ache between your legs still being ignored, but Agatha lets a soft sigh, the type that’s loaded with something else, something powerful, teasing, something that promises euphoria.

She twists until her thigh is draped over yours, and her face is suddenly close, her flowery scent invading your lungs. A hot tongue slides up your neck to your ear, teeth nipping playfully before she whispers, “Where would you like my tongue?”

The simple words elicit a strong reaction out of you, your blood pumping loudly in your ears as you whimper, hips writhing under Rio’s touch. The brown-eyed witch has snuck her hand to your abdomen, keeping you still, and while it frustrates you it also adds fuel to the fire between your legs. The show of strength and subtle flex of her bicep as she does so has you whimpering again, whines getting caught in your throat before they can escape.

“No holding back,” Rio warns with a wicked smile, kissing down your chest until she reaches your flushed breasts. With one last teasing smirk, she latches onto one, the act devastatingly pleasurable. You can’t deal with more teasing, not after what you just did for them. Making them both come like that against you has left you far too desperate, your body trembling for release, almost fever-like as you shake your head with a pout. There is only one cure for this fever.

“My cunt,” you plead, telling Agatha exactly where you want her to bury her tongue, your request vulnerable and unguarded, “Please, I need you, Agatha.”

She turns stiff at your request and the pure want dripping out of your tone. It takes her a moment to come to her senses, then latching her mouth to yours like she’s been starved. It’s shameless the way you moan immediately into her lips, opening your mouth to let her smooth tongue in. She swipes at every surface like she’s trying to memorise it, map out your insides so she can never forget. 

“Fuck,” you pull back to let out a gasp as Rio’s teeth scrape against your nipple, paired with her fingers slipping through your folds playing a song of pleasure. 

Rio looks up at you radiating power, her eyes flashing green in a moment of weakness, losing her self-control when she sees the fire in your eyes, the rose tinting your cheeks, your lips so plump and swollen from Agatha’s harsh kisses. Agatha’s impatient though, dragging you by the hair roughly to kiss you again; it seems she’s just as obsessed with your lips as you are with hers, moaning into the kiss as her hands wander down your body.

You’re pliant to their touches, keeping your legs spread wide as Rio’s thumb presses against your clit but remains unmoving, telling you to roll against her instead. You do just that, panting into Agatha’s parted lips as she scratches down your body until she can slap Rio’s hand away. Within seconds, Agatha’s crawled down, now positioned between your thighs. Rio’s right by you, her hand on your thigh, gripping, digging, holding you as wide open as her eyes.

Agatha gasps at the mess between your legs. “So needy,” she slurs out, as if drunken from one inhale. She leans in to lick at the slick coating your inner thigh and you squirm under the touch, needing it badly. “What do you need, little dove?” Agatha asks again, her voice hoarse with desire and filled with teasing confidence.

You groan as she lays a tender kiss on the patch of hair above your aching, glistening lips. “I need your mouth on me,” you plead as you lean your head back and arch into her.

Agatha chuckles lowly against your skin, nipping playfully. “It is on you.”

The groan you let out is downright filthy, dripping with the need to be devoured. Forcing your heavy head back forward, you lock eyes with her, intense, fiery, and firm in your desires. “I need you inside me.”

The growl that escapes Agatha is feral, a sudden determination in her eyes to devour you until all you can say is her name. She gives no verbal response but that, wrapping her hands around your thighs before diving in. Her tongue is like velvet, smoothly sliding through your folds with a controlled determination. Your whole body reacts to her, toes curling, back arching, thighs twitching. She holds you in place as Rio’s kisses travel to your chest, littering your skin with marks.

The sensation is overwhelming. Rio’s rough but Agatha, God, she’s so controlled but still overstimulating. It’s slow strokes that hit the exact right spots, and a curl of her tongue, a flick over your clit at the exact right moment. Your hands fly down to grip her wild hair and you can feel her grinning wickedly against your cunt as you tug and tug, begging for something. For mercy, for more, for less, God, you’re just begging for her. The rhythm she sets is maddeningly slow, her tongue poking at your entrance gently until it slides in, completely sheathed in you.

“Yes,” you hiss, raking your nails over her shoulders. Hunger takes over her as she growls into your cunt, wet and primal; her tongue fucks into you greedily, nails digging into your smooth ass as she tugs you closer to her. You can only last another minute like this before your ankles lock her in behind her back, gasping, whining, writhing as you reach your climax.

“That’s it, baby,” Rio soothes, tongue circling your nipple before sucking it in, “Come for us,” she demands and you give, all you can do is give with a hand to Agatha’s head and the other gripping Rio’s locks. They stay where they are, letting you ride your climax until all you feel is feathery bliss. 

As Agatha slides her tongue out, you let out a whimper. She refuses to take that as a warning of sensitivity, instead lapping at you refusing to let a drop go to waste. When she sits up, she gently guides you until you’re flipped over, pulling at your legs until your ass is up for her, back arched down. As Rio manoeuvres in front of you, spreading her legs open to welcome you in, Agatha’s fingertips press to your soaked entrance, and you think maybe you can push back the talk you need to have. This is far more important.

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[marscardigan]

to the moon and back

remus lupin x reader

summary: your son is just like his father. remus hates that.

warnings: angst, mentions of self-hatred and anxiety, panic attack, cursing, not proofread!!

When you gave birth to Teddy, the marauders delight, you noticed he looked just like his father. The same lopsided smile, the little frown, how he looked at you with pure adoration and joy... everything reminded you of Remus. You adored that. It was like you just made him a twin. And it wasn't only you who noticed it, oh no, everyone did.

From Sirius' jokes to Lily's compliments, everyone knew he looked just like Remus. It was only the named one who seemed to dislike it. So when everyone left the hospital the night teddy came, you confronted him about it. "What is it?"

Remus looked up at you, looking confused. "Come on, don't lie to me" He laughed, failing at making you calmer. "I just don't know what you're talking about, dove"

"You've been weird and quiet all day"

"I am weird and quiet always" you scoffed, frowning as if you were just insulted. "Answer me, please. I am worried over here"

He moved his gaze to the window, avoiding your eyes. "You aren't going to like it"

"Don't care, just want to know why you look sad and why you haven't looked at your son in all evening" Remus grimaced at your voice. "So you noticed" Still, his eyes didn't meet yours. "Of course I noticed" You answered, offended.

"I just... don't like... that everyone says he looks just like me" He tried explaining, but you didn't get it, you couldn't bear to get it, after how proud you were your child looked just like his father. "I just wished he looked like you, that's all"

You pouted, looking at Teddy's sleepy face. Remus kept spiraling on his own thoughts. "I don't know why I feel this way, i should be proud of it" The postpartum hormones started to hit you harder, and some tears escaped your eyes. "If it helps, I couldn't be prouder that my kid looks exactly like you"

"Oh baby, please don't cry" Remus got up from his seat, and with his warm sweater dried every single tear left on your cheeks. "Let's just hope he gets your personality"

"We better hope he doesn't get your sense of humor, because we're screwed then" You laughed, and Remus joined too. He then started to believe in the possibility of loving his own son, even if he looked just like him, and made him sick inside.

When things started to get better, and your kid was almost two years old, you received a letter from the Potter's. Teddy was staying with them for the weekend, so you two could get some time alone. But all of your plans got screwed when Remus got a letter from James. He came to you, hand shaking while grabbing the piece of paper, tears threatening to escape from his beatific chocolate eyes. You got up from the bed and swiftly went to his side, grabbing softly his cheeks, which were burning. Before he could explain himself, he started crying, panic running through his veins. You asked what was wrong multiple times, but the only thing that left Remus' lips were "I told you", repeating it until he couldn't breathe. You tried to do everything you could to stop him from the anxiety, but every time something like this happened, you never knew what to do, so you hugged him and make his head hide in your chest, tears falling from your eyes as horrid shouts left Remus' mouth.

Once he got calmer, he just gave you the letter, too tired to even open his eyes. You didn-t have to read it to know what it said. So before he could do anything, you were going to the Potter-s and taking Teddy back home.

You left your son's room after putting him to sleep, and tiredly, you searched for your husband, only to find him smoking outside the porch. Remus didn't turn around, only lightened another cigarette. "I-m going to bed" You said, hoping to get some reaction from him. After a minute without any sign of him hearing you, you sighed, going to your shared dorm. Before you could close the door, you heard him mumble something under his breath. After asking to repeat it, he finally turned around, cigarette between his lips. "I said how bad is it."

You looked at his eyes, ignored the big eye bags those carried for almost two days now. "It could-ve been wor-"

"No. Tell me how bad is it" He cut you off, voice monotone.

You started to lose patience. "Well, if you're so interested about it, why don't you just try to look at your son's face? Then you could see how fucked up it actually is". You spitted at him, angry about his behavior. "But I told you, the scar on his cheek will fade eventually"

"That's what the doctor told me with mine" He almost laughed. You crossed your arms. "Thank god we have a better doctor then." Remus' tries to look guilty were hidden behind a weird smile, "So this is funny to you now? The safety of our child?"

"Of course it's not fucking funny, for god’s sake!" He almost shouted, throwing the cigar out. "I tried to warn you, ya know. About it before we had... him. But as always, you didn't listen"

"I did listen, you dumbass" You answered back, your words sounded almost venomous. "But as I told you back then, I couldn't give a shit, not before and not now, about it."

"You do seem mad about it" He shrugged.

"I am mad about it because our son needs his father, and his fucking father can't even look him in the eye" You pointed out at him, getting closer. "He needs you, and you seem to be gone." Your voice cracked, and Remus gaze softened just a little bit. He called out your name, but you ignored him. "I swear that every day that passes I have more clear that you are going to leave us, leave him, and I, I can't stand it."

"No, listen, it's not-"

"You listen to me" His eyes looked worried at your face, almost noticing now how pale and unhealthy you look, or have been looking for the past week. "I am scared every time I wake up and not finding you in bed, because you're gone" Your throat suddenly feels dry, as if your thoughts somehow would become reality once spilled. "Teddy needs you, I need you..."

Remus grabbed your hips, caressing your skin with his thumbs. "I know, I... I have been on my mind too long" He looked down, almost ashamed. "I was so scared of passing my... condition to him that once it happened I didn't know what to do after" He finally whispered. "I had no one when it happened to me, and I would've loved to have someone" "Let's give Teddy that support he needs, especially from you." You took advantage of the closeness of your bodies to rest your head in the crook of his neck. "He really misses you"

"I miss him too..." He sighed. "God I'm such an awful father" You shushed him, not daring to open your eyes. "Don’t say that. You are wonderful, you just need someone to remind you that"

Without being aware of his smile, Remus looked down at you, hiding the biggest smirk that now rested on his lips. "I love you, dovie. Love you to the moon and back"

"And just so you know" You looked up at him, copying his smile. "I couldn't be prouder that he is just like you"

And Remus started to believe it. He started to believe the blessing he had with Teddy, but mostly he started to believe how lucky he was to found you, and how his son would found just another angel like you in a future.

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A/N: Merry Christmas! I hope you spend this holiday calmly and the way it makes you feel at ease.

Remember to take your time, one step at the time. ❄️

From far away I send you a big hug!🍒

The table near the small tree and the window, the messages are in his phone still he keeps mumbling all his way until the restaurant. 

Why the hell is even sweating this much?

The restaurant is a little bit crowded with people having breakfast but his eyes fly right away to the table near to the plant and the window.

His heart drops seeing in the table a man thanking the waitress, who just left a cup of coffee. One more time the endless questions flow through his mind.

Who is he? Is the table correct? Daniel was right and it’s fake after all? Did she get married?

The man lifts his eye in time to smile at Max and wave his hand, insecure Max walks to the table gripping his phone tight, in his head the worst possible scenario is developing so fast. 

The man will introduce him to his little elf fiance, probably they are already planning on having a family, living in a nice house in the town, they could even have a pet.

Is she still the same little elf of years ago?

“Oh, please, don’t put that face on Max.” The man shook his hand. “I’m not her boyfriend or husband.”

Max sighs, but still feels tension over his shoulders. 

“Sorry, sorry, diaper issue.” Max recognizes the girl, is the one his little elf is hugging, her sister; carrying a baby girl in her arms. “Omg, are you ok? You’re pale as a ghost.”

Max feels like he just saw one.

“Yes, I… I'm just…surprised.” The woman smiles tenderly following Max's eyes to the baby she had in her arms.

“Oh, please, don’t be scared.” She extends her hand with a soft smile on her face. “I’m Isabell… your little efl sister.” Max grabs her hand. “My husband Gonzalo and this baby girl is my daughter, Noah.”

“She is so beautiful, just like her.” Max's eyes stuck to the baby, his pinky cheek and shiny eyes. 

Isabell smiles tenderly at her baby and caresses her face. “My mom said I shouldn’t be disturbed that much to my sister or my baby will be so similar to her.”

Max giggles observing Noah hide her face in her mother's shoulder. “She forgot to mention, I’ll give birth to her twin.”

Max laughs, feeling lighter and relaxed. “Why don’t we sit?” Gonzalo mentions carrying their baby so they can sit.

“I’m sorry if I make things in such a weird way, but I’m afraid I won't find another idea in my mind.” Isabell mentioned. “Listen Max, let’s be honest, my sister knows who you are.”

Max shallow, and call for a waitress, is too early for a drink? With this situation, he doesn’t think so.

“She found out about you, the first year you were in Red bull, when she saw your face on the screen I believe she could faint in any seconds.” She smirks softly. “From that moment on, every time she knew a race would take place, she barely moved from the T.V.”

Gonzalo laughs probably remembering those moments. “Every clothing item you release, she will have it by the end of the month. She never said but she became your fan no.1.”

Noah looks with all her attention to him making him make a funny face putting a smile on her little face. 

“When you have that accident on the track, she really anguishes, until you appear to be dizzy but safe.” Max quivers for a second but he needs to ask.

“She never contacted me.” Those words closed his throat. “If she…”

“Max both of you move on, or at least she's been trying.” Max notices the unease expression in Isabell’s face. “She refused to come back to Benasque, she is acknowledging about the radical new world you're living, that she's felt doesn't belong there, but also she refuses to move one, you know what I mean?”

Max shakes his head, this time Gonzalo speaks. “Max isn't a secret she stops considering you just as a best friend, you can tell by the way she speaks about you.”

Noah giggles as she tries to grab Max's hand. “But she met a guy a couple of years ago, he's an enchanting person with her, and even he confessed his feelings a couple of months ago…”

“No.” It was an involuntary response, Max felt his heart squeeze.

“She refused to give him a chance until I spoke with her.” Isabell bits her lips. “Reason why she went one more time to Benasque.”

Suddenly the sunny day of Barcelona feels cold making him shiver.

“In a way to say goodbye.” Max moves in his chair, he feels nauseous. 

“However you started to search for her, she doesn't know because after Christmas she stops looking at your accounts, she cleans all that resembles you.”

“Then…the..then how do you know?” He shutters and blesses God in that moment his drink came.

“I worked for a sports magazine, you make a big show of this, it's just a simple deduction, you are looking for my sister in law.” Gonzalo giggles. “You Max Verstappen looking for someone I see every weekend is something weird.”

Isabell gives her baby’s bottle to Noah. “Maybe I sound like a crazy protective sister but Max, I love my sister, and I want the best for her, that is why I'm telling you all this… I'm sorry but if you are only looking for my sister just for bringing back a friendship, trust me she will always consider you like her most treasured friend.” 

Max opens and closes his mouth a couple of times, but he's just empty. “The best for her is you keep going in separate ways, because having you in her life, I'm afraid she will be stuck one more time.”

Gonzalo perceived the conflict expression in his face and the fact his drink disappeared. “Don't worry Max, she's fine, healthy, making her dreams true, don't have to worry about her.”

Noah laughs seeing the faces her mother makes to her, this would be the last time to hear the closest sound of her laugh?

“What if I see her in the same way she saw me?” Isabell shakes her head.”What if I…”

“Max! You don't have to do this.” Max feels hopeless every second. “I didn't come here for an answer, I came to assure you she's fine, for you can be at ease.”

“No, no, no, I, me…I… I'm confused, sorry, it's just…” Max breaths slowly. “Every year, I travel with a backpack full of notebooks with importants things that happened to me to tell her, every special moment and the most random ones are noted there.”

Noah grabs his finger across the table. “I miss her like hell.” He carefully covers Noah’s ears. “Fuck, I been stupid.” 

The big eyes of the baby girl and the smile make him speak. “There must be a reason, right?” 

Isabell sees Gonzalo with conflicted eyes.

Max gets down his head. “Maybe I already know but I'm… what if I say something wrong?”

“Ok, let's do this.” Isabell leans over the table. “I won't rush anything, take your time, thinking about it carefully, when you are ready, give me a call, we can find out what to do after that.”

Max sees his empty drink taking a few breaths, what if that time is enough for her to finally leave him in the oblivion?

“Max, believe me, we have plenty of time.” It must be a thing between sisters, they look like they could actually read his mind. “She likes to take her time for important decisions.”

Max nods, unable to say another word, feeling so overwhelmed but happy and relieved. Isabell observes him unable to stop a soft smile.

“Well, it’s time to go.” She and her husband stand with their baby in his arms. “You have my number Max, call anytime when you have it all clear.”

Max stands, seeing the photo. “Do you mind if I keep with this one?” 

Isabell shakes her head. “All yours.” Noah mumbled, extending her little arms to Max. “You have a special charm Max, now I see it.”

Max grabs her little hand, shaking it, feeling shy for the compliment; the red cheeks with the top of the nose too, bring him soft memories and the concern that now, he has a lot to think about.

The summer break turns into agony, the past months he has been able to focus on the race leaving him zero time to think properly, he refuses to take a decision with the fuss of emotions of a race.

“So?” Daniel asked, sitting next to him cleaning the sweat of his forehead after a tough padel game. “You decided already?”

Max sits on the floor drinking a half of the water of his bottle. It’s the second week of the summer break and every time he tries to dig into the decision, he has a migraine after 15 minutes of thinking. 

His lack of answer made Daniel sigh. “Mate if it’s that hard, it could be a sign that maybe you see her as what it is?” 

“I don’t follow you.” Max leaned his arms over his knees.

“A dear friend of the past.” Daniel said, raising his hand waving it, Charles is walking right to them. “Just think about it with that perspective in mind.”

He can’t, Max simply can’t.

The next morning he postone all his meetings with friends and family, as he is making a small travel bag.

“It's summer?” Victoria mentions as they keep talking through the phone. “What do you expect to find there?”

Max didn’t even know but if there is a place where he always finds peace is in Benasque.

“Nothing, just a space to think.” Max sees Jimmy stretching on the window. “It will be a couple of days, don’t worry.”

“Max.” Max takes his bag standing in front of one of the trophies, next to it the photo of his little elf puts a smile on his face. “Take care, ok?”

The next morning he spent time walking around after having breakfast in the small hotel, his mind seemed to clear in every step.

“Look what the wind brings.” The old men from the clockmaker's workshop cross in his path. “Young boy, it’s early for you to come.” 

Max nods seeing him carrying bags. “Do you need an extra hand?” 

“Thank you.” He gives him two bags, as they walk to his store, talking about his life, 20 years have passed and Max feels he just met the old men who see every year.

He opened the door next to the shop, his house. “Want to come in? I have a nice limoned on the fridge.”

Max quiver for a second. “Or I have a tiramisu.” Max raises his eyes quickly. “The cute little girl mentioned it is… sorry probably it was your favorite.”

She remembers, that’s enough for Max to take a step inside of the house.

All in brown colors, a lot of photos hanging on every wall as he walks to the living room, where the old man asks him to wait a couple of seconds. 

He takes his time observing every photo, until his eyes find one that calls for his attention; it’s the Roman coliseum covered in snow.

He takes it as a memory that comes back to his mind.

“It’s almost impossible.” Max buttons the last ones from the neck part of her cape. 

The little girl rolled her eyes. “It has already passed! Why can't it happen again?” She stands taking the snow off her lap.

The night reached them and the cold is increasing, tomorrow Max must leave.

“You’re talking about snow in Rome!” She grabs his hands between her warming up before leaving. 

“Oh my God! You’re so pessimistic sometimes.” She rubs his hands, the gloves help to warm it quickly. “Ok, let’s say if it happens one more time, I swear, I’ll be there.”

Max scoffs rolling his eyes.

“Believe me, Mr. Frozen hands. I’ll make it.” She winks at him.

The old man finds Max with the photo in his hands; Max hears him unable to stop looking at the girl, well, the back of the girl.

“She made it.” His voice cracks unintentionally.

The man set the two plates on the small table. “Oh, indeed, she came back that winter with two photos, this is for me and the other one I guess it was for you…”

Max never came that winter.

“Fuck! How much I would love to be with her.” The man tilted his head. “She must look adorable.”

“I always knew, young boy.” The old man sat on his big sofa. “It’s true love what I saw in you two.”

“What?” Max turned around, unable to take his eyes from the photo.

“She said the same.” He takes a bite of the tiramisu. “She would love having you with her that day. After all she has something to reproach after all.”

That afternoon in front of the old clock downtown, the beeps of the phone seemed to last like an hour between each one. 

“Hello?” Max sighs, relieved, sitting on the closet bench.

“I love her.” Max whispers feeling the weight of his shoulders lifts. “That’s what I feel and I couldn’t say.” 

Isabell didn’t reply. “I love your sister…Please help me, don’t let her forget me.” Max panic fearing the worst. “I know it can sound stupid, we barely know each other, it has been 10 years, I changed, probably she did too. You may think I’m doing this in such a dumb way to keep myself in her life, but….” 

Max takes a deep breath. “I have been carrying a pen with a couple of notebooks for 10 years, more than one time I write about the fact I got stung by a bee! Omg, what a stupid man who isn’t in love does that? I’m frighten with the simple thought of losing her forever”

“Do you want to hear her?” Max held his breath. “We can coordinate things later, but we’re in the middle of a familiar reunion, you know? It will be so weird.” 

Max let go a breath that sounds like he’s had a hurricane inside. 

“Can I?” Isabell giggles with the fact that Max Verstappen is nervous.

“After you hear her I’ll hang out and I’ll call you later to coordinate something, ok?” Max stands excited walking around the bench, waiting. 

The sound of chattering and plates with laughs became slowly more audible, Max saw his hands, he’s trembling. 

“What are you doing?” Isabell asked. Damn it! Max is technically invisible and he feels so exposed every second.

Then the soft giggle drains the blood of his body. “Making a mojito, duh!”

She is there, she’s fucking there!

“See, ron, lemon, ice, mint and other things that dad said I will need.” Max imagines her in a beautiful summer dress. “Everything alright?”

“Well, I bet right now, yes, everything seems perfect.” Isabell sees her phone, Max is online. 

“Great, now, stop staring at me and give me a hand. I’m confused.” Isabell laughs while hanging out. 

Max looks at his phone with a smile that he’s sure will cause painful cheeks.

As he walks to his hotel, this time to write his brainstorm of ideas for meeting her one more time, he finds in one of the window displays a ornament for Christmas of a Santa Claus.

He stops in front of me with a smirk. “Give me a hand big guy, I swear that if you need it, I’ll be a good boy all these years. Just help me a little bit.”

He was caught by the reflection of a boy with a lollipop in his mouth looking at him with a weird face. 

He takes out his lollipop. “He doesn't understand.” Max narrowed his eyes. “You must send him a letter to the north pole with what you want.” 

Max giggles. “Besides, it's advice.” The kid is so confident. “Make sure to write in a pretty paper, with a pretty letter, make sure he fully understands what you want.”

“Louis!” A woman shouted a name, making the kid turn around. 

He nods. “I have to go, good luck!”

Max chuckles and screams as the kid goes with his mother. “THANKS FOR THE ADVICE!”

He focuses one more time on Santa, “Let’s make my wish come true.”

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Tag: @anilovessadbooks

[maddy-k-reads-all-day]

Doing Crafts Together!

The tape begins with Amanda and Wooly sharing the bathroom as they go through their usual morning routine and get ready for the day. Amanda is wearing her outfit from the Appearances! Episode, while putting her hair up in a ponytail. Wooly is also back in his outfit from Appearances! while he brushes his teeth. Wooly spits out his toothpaste and notices blood in the sink. 

“Whoa what’s that from?” 

“I must’ve bit my tongue…” Wooly examines his mouth in the mirror, “HUH?!” he immediately falls backwards onto the floor, crashing into Amanda. 

“What was that all about…?” Amanda asks Wooly frantically to get back up and starts looking at his teeth in the mirror. 

“Hey Amanda… are my teeth looking a bit… sharper… than usual?” Wooly laughs nervously. Amanda looks at his mouth. 

“Oh yeah, looks like you got fangs like me!” Amanda says, showing him hers. “I think… they appeared yesterday?”

“And that’s not concerning to you?!” 

“I think they look super cool! Like a lion! Rawr!” 

“But why?!” 

“Maybe it has something to do with us using our demon powers to beat the meatman yesterday? Or something?” Amanda shrugs, “It’s an upgrade honestly.” 

“Well make them go away!” Wooly snaps tugging on his ears so hard Amanda worries they might just snap off. 

“I can't.” Amanda replies. Wooly pushes past her and storms out of the room. She can hear his door slamming in the distance. “Oh boy. Not this again…” she finally notices that the episode has started. “Oh that’s weird… this episode isn’t supposed to start until later. Oh well.” Amanda shrugs, “Hi guys! It’s me, Amanda!” she beams. 

“You got fangs now? That’s cool.” Riley smiles.

“I know right? Rawr!” 

“Wow! So scary!” Sophie giggles. 

“Heh heh… I can get waaaay scarier than that!” Amanda laughs confidently. 

“Don’t I know it.” Riley grimaces. Amanda shakes her head and smiles. She walks out of the bathroom and into her room. 

“Well the script for today’s episode is supposed to be about arts and crafts. See, it’s raining outside!” she points to the window. The sun is out. She glares out the window. “It’s raining outside.” suddenly it starts to rain. “So we’re going to have some fun doing indoor activities today! Like arts and crafts!” I thought this world was fixed after they killed the meatman… is this a glitch? Or has the world simply changed? Sophie wonders. The tape changes so that Amanda is in a brand new room. It looks like an office room. With lots of drawers and a desk. 

“First we gotta gather all the supplies. Hmm… what should we make… I kind of wanna go all out today!” Amanda giggles. She opens up a big drawer. “Okay, first we got some construction paper. And some… kiddie scissors ugh… and some glue sticks… and…” She continues to dig through the drawer. “Aha!” She pulls out a hot glue gun. “Put your hands up!” She shouts pointing the glue gun at the screen. Both Sophie and Riley put their hands up. Amanda laughs and adds the glue gun to the pile. “Hmm… oh here's some crayons and watercolors, paints, and popsicle sticks! I wonder what Wooly will end up making?” 

“You seem excited.” Riley points out. 

“Yeah! Wooly isn’t really an arts and crafts person! This is the only episode I can get him to do it with me willingly! Since he looooves sticking to the script so much.” 

“Wooly doesn’t like arts and crafts?” Sophie questions. 

“Yeah. I don’t get why, I mean, he’s pretty good at it. But every time he makes something he’s always saying it’s terrible or not good enough and he gets really down on himself and throws it in the trash.” 

“Yeah that sounds like Wooly.” Riley sighs. The tape changes and Amanda drops the pile of supplies down on the living room carpet. Then she sits down on the couch and drums her fingers on her knee, as if waiting impatiently for something. 

“What’s up?” Riley questions. 

“Well I do arts and crafts all the time… so I’m just waiting for Wooly…” “Well Wooly seems rather upset…” Sophie points out.  

“Yeah I don’t really get why. He was all smiles at breakfast this morning…” Amanda sits and ponders for a couple moments. “Maybe I’ll go talk to him.” The tape changes to Wooly’s bedroom. She finds him in his room curled up in a little ball. 

“Hey Wooly…” 

“Go away!” 

“But we’re supposed to do arts and crafts today!” 

“Don’t wanna.” 

“But Wooly…” Amanda takes a small step closer. 

“I TOLD YOU TO GO AWAY!” he screams. The tape turns red and glitches a bit. Wooly quickly backs away. “Sorry sorry sorry… I’m sorry!” he says frantically. Amanda stares at him with confusion. “Quit looking at me like that, just leave me alone!” 

“Fine. Be that way.” Amanda pouts. “I'll just find someone else to play with me! Someone waaaaaay cooler than you!” 

The tape changes to the living room. Amanda picks up all her art supplies.

“Stupid Wooly… I don't need him anyway!” Amanda scoffs. She looks out the window. “Gee, looks like the rain cleared up!” she says. It’s still raining. She looks incredibly annoyed. “GEE LOOKS LIKE THE RAIN CLEARED UP!” the sun suddenly comes out. The tape changes to the town. 

“There's gotta be SOMEONE I can play with…” she spots the library and smiles. She enters the library. The owl isn't there. “O-oh…” she says sadly, “Maybe she's… out?” The tape changes to the farm. 

“Hey Scarecrow! Wanna paint with me?” She asks. The Scarecrow does not move, except for a slight shaking caused by the breeze. “Hmm… who else is there?” Amanda ponders. She stops for a moment. “I wonder if Mr. Fox would have… never mind that! Hmm…” She spots Ms. Cat and her kittens. “Hey Ms. Cat! Wanna paint-” they walk right past without even batting an eye. “Oh…” Amanda says sadly. The tape changes back to the house. Her kitten comes up and rubs itself along her legs lovingly.

“Hey kitty… wanna paint together?” The kitten tilts her head in confusion. “Yeah who am I kidding?” Amanda sighs, sitting down on the floor. Just then she finally takes notice of the opossum behind her, gnawing on a glue stick. “Get that out of your mouth!” she shouts, grabbing it from him. “How did you even get in here?” then her eyes light up. “Wait- That’s it! Opossum, do you wanna do arts and crafts with me?” The opossum seems surprised by the invitation, but shrugs his shoulders and sits down. “First let’s make some paintings! Say opossum, you had a family once didn’t you? Why don’t you show me what your family was like?” Amanda asks, handing the opossum a piece of paper. He takes some paint and squirts it onto the paper. “Wait, we have a paper towel for that… well okay… um here’s a paintbrush.” Instead of taking the paintbrush, the opossum starts slapping the paint with his hand, causing it to splatter everywhere. “Or you could do that… gee opossum you really like to make a mess huh?” Amanda sighs. The opossum looks at her happily and nods. “Oh so you’re doing this on purpose. I get it now…” she groans. She starts to paint her own picture, but the paint from the opossum’s picture keeps splattering onto hers. She looks progressively more and more annoyed. “Stop that! Ugh! Look at this big mess you’re making!” Amanda snaps, but then she takes a deep breath. “No no, it’s fine. Everyone does things their own way. In fact…” Amanda takes from paint that she squirted onto the paper tower and splats it on the paper with her hand. “You know what? This is fun!” the pair paint their pictures with their hands. “Alright, opossum? Are you done?” she asks. The opossum nods. They show each other their pictures. “Wow, neat picture! Let’s put them on the kitchen counter to dry.” Amanda says. They go into the kitchen. Amanda places hers on the counter, then the opossum hands her his and she places it next to hers. 

“That was fun! But there are so many more crafts we could try! Do you wanna do more crafts with me, opossum?” Amanda asks. The opossum shakes his head, looking quite uninterested. “Oh… well before you go, remember it’s always important to clean up your art supplies when you’re done! Let’s go clean up!” The opossum looks mortified and runs away. Amanda looks super ticked off by this. “Why do I even bother…” the tape changes back to the living room.

“Look at this big mess we made. There’s paint everywhere!” Amanda groans. She starts cleaning up the floor while mumbling angrily to herself. “Fine! I don’t need you to do crafts anyway! I don’t need… anyone…” 

“I can do crafts with you Amanda… I mean… from my side of the screen at least.” Riley offers. Amanda stops cleaning and looks up at them with a surprised but grateful expression. 

“Yeah! Let’s all do crafts together!” Sophie beams. She smiles but that smile quickly returns to a sad frown. 

“It’s not the same…” Amanda sighs sadly. “It’s… not the same… I wish I had more friends…” she quickly shakes her head, “No no no! We don’t want any more people trapped in here like me! It’s a good thing we haven’t had any new characters show up in awhile… it’s a good thing… it’s a…” Amanda looks down at the mess on the floor really sadly like she’s about to cry. “It’s a good thing… for everyone except me… that’s kind of greedy of me huh? I mean… I got you guys… and Wooly… that’s enough… that should be enough right?”

“It’s okay to still feel lonely sometimes Amanda…” Riley says gently. 

“Really?” Amanda whimpers, Riley nods. “You’re a great friend and all but… sometimes I wish I had more people around here to do things with. Someone who likes the things I like…”

“That makes sense.” 

“Mmmhmm…” Amanda finally finishes cleaning up. “I wonder how Wooly’s doing…” the tape changes back to Wooly’s room. He’s laying on his bed staring at the ceiling. 

“Hey Wooly… um… I made you a painting… to help you feel better… but it’s still downstairs drying…” 

“Thanks I guess…” Wooly mumbles. Amanda sits on the bedside glumly. 

“I missed doing crafts with you today…”

“Just get the opossum to do it with you or something…” 

“Believe me I tried… it um…well it went okay… I guess- but the opossum got bored rather quickly and left me with a huuuge mess.”

“Sounds about right.” 

“Yeah…” Amanda sighs. 

“I wanna be alone today… okay Amanda?” 

“Well I don’t. I really really don’t.” Amanda sounds like she’s about to cry. Wooly glances over at her for a second but quickly looks away. “Can I just… stay here for a while? We don’t have to do anything…” 

“I don’t wanna be in the episode today.” 

“Please Wooly?” 

“Whatever. I don’t care.” Wooly sighs. “Just stop looking at me.” 

“Well alright…” Amanda replies. She appears in the living room and grabs a coloring book and crayons, then appears back in Wooly’s room. She drops them on the floor and starts to draw. She hums and draws for a bit. 

“Hey Wooly, look at what I drew! It’s silly Mr. Fox!” 

“I told you I don’t care, just stop bothering me…” Wooly mumbles, not even looking at her. 

“Hmpth! Fine.” she pouts turning around and scribbling rather furiously on the page. She eventually seems to calm down. She grabs a new page and starts to draw something else. 

“You probably think I’m overreacting huh?” Wooly grumbles.

“Not really… we all have bad days… we all feel bad sometimes…” Amanda replies, gripping her crayon tightly, “I feel pretty bad today myself…” 

“Why would you feel bad? Isn’t this your favorite episode or something?” Wooly scoffs sarcastically. 

“I mean it is… arts and crafts are my favorite and this is the one episode I get to share them with someone else!” Amanda smiles sadly, “It's the one episode I thought I wouldn't have to think about… all the things I don’t want to think about. I've been down in the dumps a lot lately… And I feel like… I really need a good day like that today.” Wooly doesn’t respond. Amanda looks a bit hurt. The pair stay quiet for a bit. Amanda takes Wooly’s bunny off the floor and stares at it for a bit. “But it seems like you aren’t having a good day huh? I don’t really know why you’re upset… but… I’m here if you wanna talk about it?” Amanda offers, coming back over and handing him his bunny. He quickly hugs it very tightly. She sits down next to him on the bed. 

“It's just… I wanna be human, you know?”

“I mean yeah I get it but like… you are human in here, right?” Amanda says, pointing to Wooly's heart.

“Are we though?” Wooly asks. Amanda freezes, looking a little horrified. “Can either of us really be called human anymore?”

“I… I don't know…” Amanda mumbles. Wooly flops over sideways on his bed, looking miserable. “That’s bad huh? I really don’t know anymore…” Amanda chuckles softly, her voice cracking a little. They sit in silence for a bit longer. 

“We… really did that yesterday… didn’t we?” Wooly questions, sitting up and looking at Amanda. 

“Did what?” 

“We killed the meatman. He’s really gone.” 

“Yeah. But… it’s not like either of us haven’t killed anyone before.”

“Heh heh… I know. I thought- I hoped it was a dream.” 

“I’m glad it isn’t. I feel like this is the closest we’ve ever been to being free.” Amanda says while stretching her arms.

“I guess I’m just scared…” 

“Of consequences?” 

“Oh peaches I didn’t even think of that…” 

“Of what then?” 

“It felt good, Amanda. It felt so so good.” 

“Oh.” Amanda’s eyes widen in surprise. “Um… I… wow… okay then.” 

“That’s really bad right?” 

“I- I just never expected you to say something like that…” Amanda answers. Wooly looks away. 

“I don’t wanna talk anymore.” 

“Aw come on Wooly… What is it you’re so afraid of?”

“Losing control of myself…” 

“How so?”

“I don’t know… doing something I’ll regret? Something that I can’t take back?”

“Oh please, we've both done that long ago…” Amanda sighs. 

“Well yeah but I mean… doing all that again.” Wooly elaborates. Amanda just looks at him in an uncomfortable silence. “I don’t want to make any more mistakes.” 

“Heh… we probably will, Wooly. I mean, isn’t that what it means to be human?” she asks, standing up and stretching again.

“Maybe…” 

“Now come on. Enough of this. I'm hungry. Let’s go eat some lunch!” 

“That sounds okay I guess…” Wooly sighs. The tape changes to the kitchen. Amanda sees the paintings she made with the opossum on the counter. 

“Oh right! This is for you.” Amanda grins handing Wooly the painting.

“So this one is what the opossum made?” Wooly asks. Amanda nods. He examines it for a couple minutes. “Say… does that person in the picture remind you of someone?” 

“Someone like…?” 

“I don’t know, like Kate’s friend… the one we didn’t like?” 

“Oh the one that was being kind of pushy with Kate and stressing her out a ton? Yeah no I didn’t like her at all. I mean, I’m sure she had her reasons but I just could not trust her.” Amanda shrugs.

“Yeah but doesn’t this kind of look like her?” Wooly asks. Amanda squints at the picture. 

“Oh… you might be onto something.”

“So… the opossum knew her?” 

“I guess so.” Amanda replies, “That reminds me, we haven’t seen her in a while. Wonder what happened to her? Riley do you know?” she asks. 

“Oh haha yeah I haven’t heard from her since… the library haha…” Riley laughs nervously. 

“Wasn’t she killed by Wooly’s demon?” Sophie whispers quietly. Riley glares at her. She covers her mouth in realization. “Oh… whoops.”

“Wha-What did you say?” Wooly asks. 

“Um NOTHING! Nothing at all! Who are we talking about again?!” Sophie laughs poorly trying to cover up her mistake. Awkward silence fills the room. 

“I’m… going to make my sandwich.” Amanda says awkwardly. She puts the drawings up on the fridge with magnets. Then she pulls out the peanut butter and jam. 

“You’re seriously using my peanut butter?” Wooly scoffs. 

“Well we can’t get lunch meat anymore so yeah Wooly I’m using your peanut butter. What are you gonna do about it?” Amanda shrugs, spreading the peanut butter on her bread.

“Nothing…” Wooly sighs in defeat. 

“Okay…” Amanda says awkwardly. I think she was trying to start up some playful banter… Riley suspects. The pair end up eating their sandwiches together in an awkward silence. Then they head back to the living room, where the rest of Amanda’s art supplies lay all over the floor.  

“Wow… you have a lot of stuff set up today huh?” 

“Yes!” Amanda beams excitedly, “This will be the rest of our day!” she announces proudly. 

“I’m… going back to my room.” 

“What?!” 

“I can’t do this… not today…” Wooly grumbles, turning to leave. 

“NO!” Amanda snaps, grabbing Wooly’s arm. The tape flashes red for a second. Amanda sounds really upset. 

“Look Amanda I'm really tired today okay? I'll play with you tomorrow…”

“Are you serious, Wooly? You always love doing episodes with me! You're always practically begging for us to do them together!”

“I do not beg!” Wooly scoffs, completely offended. “And you turn me down half the time. Why is it the one day I want a day off you're acting like it's the end of the world?!”

“Why can’t you just cooperate and let me have this!”

“I let you have plenty!” 

“Come on Wooly! You know this is one of my favorite episodes! This has been the ONLY episode I ever look forward to! Because I can do something I like for once with you and the viewers! Something I genuinely enjoy more than anything else! 

“I don’t care!” Wooly snaps, “JUST LEAVE ME ALONE ALREADY!” Amanda stands there, with her arms crossed looking entirely unamused. 

“You know this is kind of funny… it almost reminds me of that time I was feeling really bad… but you kept insisting on telling that stupid story.” 

“IT WASN’T STUPID!” 

“Oh c’mon Wooly it was the most cliche thing I ever heard!” 

“Well excuse me!” 

“I was feeling really bad and you just kept doing what you wanted-” Amanda stops. “Oh… I’m sorry Wooly…”

“Huh?”

“I’m doing the same thing right now… aren’t I?” Amanda whimpers, “I’m sorry…”

“It’s… fine…” Wooly sighs tiredly. “I think I’m going to take a nap.” 

“Alright. That’s fine.”

“Maybe we can do this episode again another day?” 

“I’d like that.” Amanda smiles warmly. Wooly nods and leaves. Amanda’s smile fades. A couple tears roll down her cheeks as she collapses into a little ball. “But I really needed a good episode today.” the tape fades out and falls on the ground. “Gee poor Amanda…” RIley sighs, “I wish I could be there for her.” 

“Well unfortunately, it seems Wooly needed his space today…”

Authors Note: Wanted to do an aftermath fic to the Amandathon :)

I noticed while writing this fic that it almost feels like Amanda and Wooly's roles have ended up swapping in a way. With Amanda using the adventures to distract herself and Wooly just being... done.

I have no idea why I like writing angst so much tbh.

Actually, quick question, do Amanda and Wooly seem in-character for these fics or no? This is my first fic series and I don't know if I'm keeping things in character.

Just asking. Anyway hope you enjoyed. :)

[emsprovisions]

❄️ Day 23 - Yearly Traditions ❄️

🎁 Today's fic is dedicated to @ladytessa74

Summary: A teenaged TK enjoys his Hanukkah tradition of making latkes and sufganiyot with his mom.

Word count: 1121

24 Days of Tarlos Masterpost

Seventeen year-old TK is curled up into the corner of the couch in the living room of his mom’s Manhattan high rise. He has his iPhone 4 in hand, playing FarmVille on Facebook while the tv drones on at a low volume in the background. He’s content for the time being, trying to ignore his growing crush on Lewis Doty in theatre and the anxiety that has been worsening the closer he gets to graduation. 

He’s still only a junior, but college applications are starting to come in, and pressure to take the SAT is weighing down on him, and TK’s a little worried his mom won’t like that he doesn’t want to follow her footsteps into law school. 

For the time being, he doesn’t think about any of that as Gwyn comes in through the door with a couple bags of groceries and her warmest smile. She sets the bags on the entry table to remove her coat and looks at her son. “Ready to get to work?”

TK smiles up at his mom and shuts off his phone with a nod. “Ready.”

Tonight is the first night of Hanukkah, and TK and Gwyn are keeping up with their tradition of making latkes and sufganiyot to enjoy.

TK washes his hands and pushes up the sleeves of his hoodie, as his mom puts him to work peeling and shredding potatoes. 

TK loves this tradition with his mom. Making latkes and sufganiyot every Hanukkah has been something he’s looked forward to every year since he was a kid. They work side by side, music playing through the speaker in the kitchen, laughing together. 

TK ends up telling his mom about Lewis Doty and how he’s in the spring production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Gwyn listens, asking what Lewis is like and commenting that he sounds nicer than TK’s ex-boyfriend who broke his heart over the summer.

“He’s so sweet, mom,” TK just grins. “But I don’t think he’s even noticed me.”

“As popular as you are?” Gwyn laughs, quirking a brow at her son. 

“Being in a lot of sports and theatre doesn’t immediately make me popular, mom. A lot of people do both,” TK rolls his eyes.

“I know, I know,” Gwyn chuckles lightly. “Don’t forget to rinse and drain those potatoes, honey.”

“Come on, mom, I could make these with my eyes closed,” TK laughs.

They continue working together, TK on latke prep, Gwyn on sufganiyot prep and then stand side by side at the stove, two pots with oil heating up. 

TK leans impatiently against the counter. “The waiting is always the worst part of this.”

Gwyn just laughs softly. “My impatient boy.”

“It’s just the ADHD,” TK grins. 

“So, have you thought anymore about where you might like to start applying?” Gwyn asks, bringing up the subject of college gently as she knows it's a touchy subject with her teenage son.

TK stares down at the oil in his pan, checking the temperature on it before scooping some latke batter and dropping it in, worrying at his lip.

“I don’t think I want to go to college, mom,” he admits softly.

Gwyn tilts her head. “You don’t?”

TK shakes his head.

“Why not?”

TK chances a glance up at his mom, searching her face for any hint at how she’s taking this. With a deep breath, he finds the courage to tell her, “I want to be a firefighter.”

“Like your father,” Gwyn sighs, her shoulders dropping a bit.

“You’re disappointed.”

“No, honey,” Gwyn shakes her head with a sad smile. “I just don’t want you to end up like him.”

“I’m not going to,” TK insists. “I don’t want to be a firefighter because of dad, and honestly I kinda hated that I want to go into that same career, but Enzo convinced me–”

“You talked to Enzo about this before me?” Gwyn frowns.

“I just wanted some fatherly advice, mom,” TK shakes his head. “Obviously if I asked dad, he’d be all over the idea. You’re biased. I needed someone who could tell me like it is.”

“And what exactly did Enzo tell you?”

“He told me that everyone will think I’m following in my dad’s footsteps if I become a firefighter, regardless of my actual intentions,” TK explains, poking at one of the latkes with a slotted spoon to test if it was ready to flip over. In a smaller voice, TK says, “Then he convinced me dad’s not so bad of a man to follow.”

“No? Abandoning his family doesn’t make him bad?” Gwyn asks, skepticism in her voice.

“I know what he did sucks, okay!” TK huffs. “It’s just, he’s a hero too. And that’s all I wanna be, mom. I want to help people and I don’t think I’m cut out for more school. And unlike dad, I don’t need the recognition that I did something good. I just want to do good.”

“Hey,” Gwyn pauses after flipping her sufganiyot so they can cook on the other side, and reaches for TK. “If you want to be a firefighter, I’ll support you. There is nothing you could do that won’t make me proud, TK.”

TK just scoffs as his mom pulls him into her arms like he’s seven and not seventeen and taller than her. He’s also quite certain she’s wrong about that, he knows his mother would be disappointed if she ever found out he’s been getting high with some of his friends.

However, despite his teenage angst, TK can admit the hug from his mom feels nice. That he needed it. He sighs as he relaxes, resting his head against her shoulder.

“Sure you’re not mad I don’t want to be a lawyer?”

“I’m sure,” Gwyn laughs softly. “You are going to be incredible no matter what you do with your life.”

Later, TK curls up next to his mom on the couch, Mr. and Mrs. Smith popped into the dvd player, his plate piled high with latkes and some rotisserie chicken that Gwyn got at the store. He likes his latkes with ketchup, and it’s become their playful argument every year, Gwyn scolding him and shaking her head as she tops hers with the traditional applesauce. There’s fresh sufganiyot, warm and dusted in powdered sugar on the counter for dessert and they’ve already lit the first candle on their menorah. 

TK is happy as he tucks his head against his mom’s shoulder while they watch their movie, dipping a latke in ketchup, his eyes practically glued to Brad Pitt every time he’s onscreen.

“Chag sameach, mom,” TK looks up at his mom with a smile.

Gwyn kisses the top of his head. “Chag sameach, my sweet boy.”

[elisedonut]

i keep trying to throw Colin into another Percy ship for a polyship but everything ive written so far just keeps feeling

very age play

very "little now has two caretakers" vibes

which is not intentional for this so I keep having to try again

[osaemu]

GOJO SATORU: ONE FOR THE MONEY, TWO FOR THE SHOW

✩ ‧ ˚. synopsis: you and satoru, your fake boyfriend, have awards to accept and places to be. so how'd you two end up fucking in a bathroom? NSFW

contents: fem!reader. semi-public sex, p –> v, blowjob, unprotected sex, creampie, praise, you two get walked in on at the end (kinda). references hungry for more. not proofread, ignore any minor mistakes. 3.5K words.

“you two are so cute together,” the interviewer sighs, looking at you and satoru in turn. “please, tell us more about your relationship!”

satoru laughs, resting his hand on your back and pulling you into his side. you put on a smile and instinctually put a hand on his chest, pretending not to notice the way he stiffens up at the contact. “where do i even begin?” satoru asks dryly, turning and looking down at you affectionately, and he’s almost a good enough actor for you to believe there’s any real emotion behind those cold blue eyes.

two weeks ago, satoru’s media team came to you with a request for you two to start dating as a way of gaining more attention from your fans. naturally, you declined—it’s not like you’d gain anything from the deal but the burden of being paraded around on the arm of the man you hated—satoru gojo, the cocky son of some famous actor in the 90’s. but after multiple increases in the amount of money satoru’s team was willing to throw at you, you finally agreed under the condition that this arrangement would end the second you wanted it to.

“i’m sure you’ve seen our latest movie on netflix,” satoru starts, looking back up at the interviewer, whose eyes have practically turned into hearts. “the one with the serial killer, yeah? well, it started from there and just grew into more.”

“i guess you could say the attraction on the screen wasn’t all acting,” you add with a knowing smile. good thing you were a decent enough actor to pretend as if you weren’t just lying through your teeth, otherwise the millions of dollars in your bank account would all be gone. 

the interviewer laughs and turns to the camera, saying something about how the chemistry between you and satoru was what really made the movie a hit—in fact, it might even be the reason you’re both getting nominated for best actor and actress.

“well, if you’d excuse us, i think we should get back to the party,” satoru jumps in, nodding his head at the interviewer in thanks. he removes his hand from your back as you follow him to the main area, weaving through crowds of fans and interviewers on his way there. you walk at his side, heels clacking against the freshly polished floor. satoru dips his head and whispers, “hold my hand.”

you scrunch up your nose and shake your head. “no thanks, it’s not like anyone’s watching right now. it’s way too crowded.”

“just do it,” satoru mutters, grabbing your hand anyways. when you start to pull away, he fixes you with a stern look and adds, “they’ll think something’s wrong if you don’t.”

“ugh, fine.”

two hours pass, filled with other actors’ remarks on how good you and satoru make as a couple. suguru geto, one of satoru’s close friends who had played a cult leader in a recent documentary even said that you might be the girl who could fix satoru. yeah, right.

“so, when do awards start?” you ask satoru, swirling your drink and relishing the sound of the ice clacking against the side of the glass. he shrugs and takes a swig from his own cup, which looks suspiciously like apple cider disguised as champagne. “really? you’re nominated for like, four awards, and you don’t even know when you’re getting them?”

satoru laughs carelessly and looks you up and down, eyes lingering on the short cut of your dress. “at this point, i’ve got so many awards that it doesn’t even matter anymore. and by the way, you look really good in that dress. oh, wait, didn’t i buy it for you?”

“you’re not smooth.”

“then why am i nominated for best actor, huh?”

“because the system’s absolute shit, obviously. otherwise toji would win every time.”

satoru groans and drinks the last couple sips of his drink, rolling his eyes. “don’t even mention that piece of shit.” you shrug in response, hiding your smile behind your glass. a couple years back, satoru had lost a role to toji and to his despair, the movie did really well, despite what he’d promised to the producers who had turned him down. and it looks like he’s still bitter over that, and all of a sudden, the perfect plan to piss satoru off appears in your head.

“look, it’s toji right there!” you gasp, setting down your drink and hopping off your seat, walking over to toji while ignoring satoru’s warnings. “oh, hi, i’m a big fan,” you say to the tall, well-built man, smiling bashfully. toji turns and looks down at you, raising an eyebrow and smiling.

“hey, pretty, you’re the girl in that movie with the serial killer, yeah?” he asks, crossing his arms. you nod and internally marvel at how tall he is—especially compared to satoru, who, by any standards, is pretty damn tall. toji looks you up and down, taking his sweet time drinking in the way your dress hugs your figure. “that scene in the alley was really fuckin’ good,” toji adds conversationally. “you’re definitely winnin’ best actress for that.”

anyone who’s watched the movie knows that the scene he’s referring to is the one where you get fucked by satoru against a dark alley wall—and you’ve seen enough edits of the scene to know exactly why it’s getting all the hype.

“aw, thanks,” you say coyly, resting a hand on your hip and tilting your head. “y’know, i’ve always wanted to star in a movie with you,” you continue, hearing satoru come up behind you in the background. you ignore the sickeningly obvious way he clears his throat and flutter your eyelashes at toji, who’s eying you with interest.

“i’d like that. i can probably pull some strings,” toji replies with a smirk. his dark eyes flicker from you to satoru and his smile turns almost patronizing. “and who’s this?”

“her boyfriend. and i really hate to interrupt this friendly chat, but she’s not up for grabs,” satoru snaps, wrapping an arm around your waist and dragging you back to your spot at the bar. you shoot satoru an indignant glare, but receive no reply besides his tightening jaw. toji laughs and waves you off, mouthing “call me” at you when you turn back apologetically. 

satoru drags you by the hand to one of the bathrooms, shoving open the door with the side of his arm and pulling you inside. there’s a long, shiny counter, which you become very familiar with once your fake boyfriend hoists you up and sits you on it. “the fuck was that?” satoru hisses, narrowing his eyes accusingly.

“what, we were just talki—”

“i don’t like the way he was looking at you,” satoru interrupts, crossing his arms tensely. he fixes you with a cold stare and you fidget uncomfortably with the hem of your dress, which you now realize is rather short. 

“okay, and?” you reply irritably, starting to get annoyed by the way satoru keeps patronizing you. “it’s not like we’re even dating, gojo,” you snap, emphasizing the use of his last name.

“yeah? well, i don’t need my ‘girlfriend’ slutting herself out to the guy everyone knows i hate,” satoru fires back, taking a step forward. his palms rest on the counter on either side of your exposed legs, and you suddenly notice how red satoru’s face is. the flush in his cheeks wasn’t as noticeable underneath the bar’s dim lights, but here, it’s rather obvious.

“are you jealous?” you ask incredulously, unable to suppress the cheeky smile that finds itself on your face. satoru’s jaw slackens and his eyes widen, and that’s enough of a sign for you to confirm it—satoru gojo, your fake boyfriend, is jealous. he doesn’t reply immediately, so you laugh, throwing back your head and giggling at the way satoru’s petty rivalry seems to be only one of the reasons he was so eager to get you away from toji. “aw, that’s so cute, but we aren’t even dating, sweetheart,” you coo, reaching out and caressing the side of satoru’s face.

he instantly swats your hand away, rolling his eyes at your laughter. “well, we still have to act like it, you idiot,” he mutters, leaning over you and eying the low neckline of your dress. you instinctively cross your arms and glare at him, and satoru only cocks an eyebrow in return. “so, if we were actually dating, do y’know what i’d be doing right now?”

“what?” you decide to humor him.

satoru’s demeanor completely changes at your question, going from pissed and flushed red to almost playful.

“this.” 

and just like that, satoru slips his slender fingers underneath the bottom of your dress and pulls it up, exposing your black, lacy panties. 

“gojo, what the—”

“shh, it’s all for the show,” he whispers teasingly, brushing one finger against the warm skin of your thigh. you involuntarily shiver from his touch, and against all rational impulse, find yourself wanting more.

in the acting community, satoru was well-known for being a stuck-up brat, and when you two had first announced your relationship, plenty of actors doubted it. after all, how could you, the classy it-girl of the movie industry, date an asshole like satoru? but even you were surprised at how easily people started to believe it when you two interacted in front of them. you’ve been told that you two had a rather unexpected burst of chemistry together, and that your relationship might actually make it.

what a shame.

satoru hooks his fingers underneath the waistband of your panties and tugs them down, raising an eyebrow when you don’t protest. he maintains eye contact with you as he slides your panties down your thighs, exposing your embarrassingly-wet cunt. satoru looks almost as surprised as you do at how soaked you are, even as he runs two fingers over your slit before sliding them in. you hate how good it feels—it’s been a while since you got a chance to sleep with another man, especially since you’ve been stuck with satoru for the past two weeks. 

“shit, you’re so fuckin’ wet,” satoru murmurs, scoffing in mild disbelief as he meets your eyes and smiles. he curls his fingers upwards, causing your thighs to reflexively close before satoru reopens them. “so, wanna explain, sweetheart?” he tsks, tapping your thigh with his other hand.

you make a face and look away, cheeks heating up the longer satoru waits for a response. “it’s probably from toji,” you snap back after a moment. satoru laughs sarcastically, shaking his head almost condescendingly and pulling out his fingers.

“nice try, hon,” he says sweetly, lifting his fingers to his mouth and licking off your slick in one smooth motion. satoru exhales heavily and swallows, taking his time in doing so. “want me to go grab toji to join us?” satoru asks, forcing a smile on his lips. “i’m sure he’d love to watch you beg—”

“shut it, gojo,” you interrupt, swatting away his hand, which somehow found its way back in between your thighs. “we have an award show to get to, there’s not enough time for this bullshi—”

that was a mistake. satoru instantly lifts you off the counter and, ignoring the rather wide range of curse words you throw at him, sets you on the ground and starts unzipping his pants. “shh, we got all the time in the world. they can’t give an award to someone who isn’t there, right?” satoru cooes, threading one of his hands through your hair and pulling you closer to him. his other hand finishes unzipping his pants, freeing his already-hard dick.

you look up at satoru, forcing yourself to act unimpressed—even though you know damn well he can see through your half-hearted attempt at hiding your real feelings. “s’ that all?” you ask, hating yourself for the crack in your voice when satoru laughs at you. 

“ah, i think it’ll be more than enough for your pretty face to handle. now c’mon, open nice n’ wide for me,” satoru instructs you, reaching down and tilting up your chin as he guides his dick into your mouth. against all rational impulse, you let him, all while glaring daggers at him from below. 

you run your tongue over his flushed red tip, and satoru sucks in a harsh breath, chest tensing as you continue kitten-licking him. his hand moves from your chin to the top of your head, and he pushes your mouth farther onto his dick, jaw tightening the more your tongue laps at him. 

sure, maybe you shouldn’t be sucking off your fake boyfriend in a bathroom where anyone could walk in at any time, but it’s the first time you’ve felt this way in too long, and you weren’t ready to let this feeling go just yet. so you humor satoru and moan, smiling when you feel the way his whole body loosen up at the soft vibration. “f-fuck, didn’t think you’d actually know how to give a man a good time,” satoru mutters through gritted teeth. 

“really?” you ask, pulling away from his dick for a moment to catch a breath. “we fucked for that movie, though, and you seemed pretty damn satisfied then, didn’t you?” you say in-between heaving breaths. satoru scoffs and shakes his head, pushing your mouth back onto his dick.

“yeah, but that was for a movie. this isn’t,” he clarifies, eyes fixed on the mix of spit and pre-cum dribbling down your chin as you continue sucking him off. “fuck, why are you good at this?” he hisses, almost incredulously—it’s as if he was hoping you wouldn’t be this good for him for some reason, but now’s not the time to reason through it or wonder what’s going on in his mind.

satoru shudders around you, and you feel the hair threaded through your hair tighten. it’s not enough to be painful, but his grip still makes you whine from the increased pressure. his breathing becomes more shallow as you run your tongue over his length, and his foot starts to bounce on the floor as he gets closer to cumming down your throat. “shit, baby, m’ close,” satoru confirms a moment later, tilting his chin back and glaring at the ceiling. 

“fuckin’ hell, i—” he cuts himself off with a loud, lengthy groan, pushing your head even farther on his dick and tensing as the full force of satoru’s orgasm hits him. he lets loose a flurry of curse words as he cums in your mouth, filling you up to the point where it starts dripping down the side of your face. it’s hot and salty, two sensations that you normally wouldn’t put together, but in this moment it’s all you can think about as you slide one hand downwards towards your throbbing pussy.

still reeling from his surprisingly quick orgasm, satoru leans back onto the counter and pants for air. as for you, you’re starting to want some of his pleasure for yourself—so you slip two fingers inside your cunt and pulse them back and forth, needy moans slipping out of your lips at every thrust. “gojo,” you call, looking up at him and licking his cum off your lips. the sight of you kneeling in front of him, cum dripping down your lips and fingers knuckle-deep in your cunt is enough for satoru to cum again, but he forces himself to maintain some level of control.

“jus’ call me satoru,” he murmurs, reaching down and tugging you up to your feet. it’s hard to stand while your legs are trembling, but thankfully, satoru does most of the work for you by positioning you against the wall, back facing him as he aligns his still-hard dick in front of your dripping pussy. “say it,” satoru mutters in your ear, resting one hand on your waist and the other on the wall just above your shoulder. “say my name f’me, sweetheart.”

“s-satoru,” you breathe, and a moment later, your fake boyfriend—who doesn’t feel so fake anymore—shoves himself inside of your welcoming cunt. you’re already wet enough to the point where he doesn’t really need to prep you at all, but you’re still just tight enough so that every thrust feels like he’s breaking you down in the best way possible. 

“y’feel so good,” satoru groans, resting his chin on your shoulder and snapping his hips back and forth, setting a steady yet harsh pace. you stutter out satoru’s name again and again as your vision goes blurry, with your only thoughts revolving around the dick shoved up inside you and the man praising you in your ear. 

satoru curses when he feels your walls clench around him, breaths growing shallower with every thrust. “arch your back for me, princess,” he mutters, eyes fluttering rapidly as he squeezes your waist. “yeah, jus’ like that,” satoru praises, breath brushing against the side of your face as he continues thrusting into you. “how’re you feeling, pretty? s’ this all right with you?”

you nod shakily in response, swollen lips hanging wide open as you gasp for air. satoru clicks his tongue and slows his pace, dipping his chin and studying your face. “gonna need you to use your words, angel.”

“m' good, i wanna cum,” you mumble, a loud moan slipping through your lips when satoru laughs and resumes fucking you a millisecond after you answer. 

“i’m gonna fill you up, baby, i promise,” satoru whispers, and his words are barely audible over the lewd, sticky sounds coming from everywhere. all your senses are directed at satoru—the man you really shouldn’t be fucking right now, but all your inhibitions fade away as you feel your stomach start to tighten as you approach your orgasm.

“fuck, satoru, m’ close,” you whimper, arching your back even more and clenching your teeth shut. satoru sucks in a sharp breath as he confirms that he’s also about to cum, and his thrusts grow sloppier the closer he gets. “don’t stop, please, i—”

from there on, your words mix themselves together, with the only understandable word being satoru’s name. your fake boyfriend spills into you first, cum leaking from his tip and mixing with yours as you both chase your releases. and it hits you hard—if it wasn’t for satoru, you would’ve crumbled to the ground from the sheer force of your orgasm. all you can see is white as satoru finishes emptying his load inside of you, and the sticky, viscous liquid trails down the warm skin of your thighs as it overflows from your abused hole.

“shit,” satoru mutters, stumbling backwards and eyeing his now-soiled clothes. “this was a couple thousand dollars, damn it.”

you exhale a breathy laugh and turn around, leaning against the wall and meeting his half-lidded eyes. “you kidding? my dress was way more than that, and there’s no way i can wear that out now.”

satoru grins, running a hand through his ruffled hair and walking back towards you, touching your waist and sliding a finger over your dripping cunt. “you were so good f’me, baby. what were we arguing about again?”

“i have no idea,” you mumble, watching satoru lick his finger clean. he’s shameless—even as clarity returns to both of your minds, he still insists on dragging the moment on. not that you mind—that was the best sex you’d had in a while, even if it was too fast and in a bathroom.

“we should get back to the ceremony,” you say distractedly, pulling down your dress and frowning at the new wrinkles. “can i wear your suitjacket? i don’t want people to see this.”

satoru sticks out his bottom lip and pouts, looking you up and down. “but i like it. you look like you just got fucked by a really hot guy. oh, wait, that’s me!”

“you’re an asshole.”

before satoru can reply, the bathroom door opens, and you both jump out of your skins. thankfully, satoru had time to pull his pants on, otherwise it would’ve been significantly more embarrassing. suguru pokes his head in the bathroom and rolls his eyes when he sees you and satoru, and an exasperated sigh slips out of his lips when he sees your fucked-out states. 

“are you two seriously fucking during the awards?” suguru snaps, amber eyes glittering with dry amusement. you look away bashfully, tugging down your dress even farther out of embarrassment. satoru shrugs nonchalantly and walks over to suguru, offering his hand in search of a fistbump. 

suguru eyes him dubiously and crosses his arms. “did you wash your hands?”

“heh, no, not yet.”

ignoring satoru’s smug grin, suguru swats his arm away with the back of his hand, disgust evident all over his face. “gross, fuck off.” he turns to you and arches an eyebrow, looking you up and down disapprovingly. “you two should clean up before coming outside, otherwise they’ll probably take away your awards,” suguru adds, wrinkling his nose. “i’ll tell them you’re on your way.” 

“okay, thanks,” you mutter, face warmer than ever. suguru nods in response and leaves, and when you and satoru finally return to the awards ceremony, there’s plenty of whispers about you two, and most of them aren’t very family-friendly.

well, at the very least, nobody’s gonna doubt that you two were a couple now!

[propertyofwicked]

FIRST - LN

lando discovers his bestfriends little sister is a virgin, and will stop at no lengths to change that (and ruin her for anyone else)

warnings: smut!! MDNI!! virgin reader, fewtrell!sister, mostly soft smut with a small innocence kink

✧ it's officially assignment szn and ur girl is STRESSED. my posts wont be as frequent for a while but i am currently creating a backlog of things to post! ✧

masterlist the playlist

“ok, y/n - truth or dare?” ria asked the girl from across the circle they sat in on the floor of max’s living room.

being so close in age to her older brother, y/n fewtrell fit in well with his friendship group, often preferring to hang out with them over her own friends. a few others were dotted around the house, P and a couple girls using the kitchen. they were all due to head to a club soon, only using max’s house to pre drink as he lived closest.

“truth,” she responded, giggling slightly as the alcohol began to turn her tipsy - not drunk, just jolly she had told max when he last checked on her.

“where is the weirdest place you’ve had sex?” ria asked, giggling to herself at the rest of the group laughed, turning to face y/n for her answer. she went silent, heat rising her face gradually. her eyes scanned the group, everyone staring expectantly at her - only max avoided her gaze, looking at his phone to queue songs to the playlist.

“i- uh, well i guess i…haven’t?” she replied, wishing the ground would open up and swallow her whole. she didn’t know why she was so embarrassed - she was 19, almost 20, and it seemed that everyone around her was coupled up, or at least active in that department. and, it hadn’t been through lack of trying, every man she had almost been with had found out and used it to get to who she was related to - and subsequently, lando - or gave her the ick before they got the chance to.

“what do you mean you haven’t?!” niran had laughed out, he hadn’t meant to laugh, he just couldn’t believe it.

“i ju-”

“ok can we stop quizzing my little sister on her sex life? please,” max interrupted, y/n sighing out a breath of relief when they finally moved to the next person. her eyes scouted across the group of people, glad to see them all distracted and no longer giving her the sympathy eyes over her pathetic excuse of a love life.

in her embarrassment, however, y/n missed the way lando’s eyes had darted to look at her when she had answered, missing the way they darkened slightly at the revelation. he shook the thoughts plaguing his mind away, focusing on keeping his face neutral as he watched the blush rising her cheeks.

she didn’t miss the way his eyes followed her as she snuck out the room, however. she’d hope no one would notice her sneaking into the kitchen, smiling at P before swiping a bottle of something and heading to the garden, legs landing gracefully to sit on a step.

this was not the first time she had dwelled on this, but this time, she could at least comfort the blow of her overactive brain by drinking - or so she thought. as not a moment after she’d removed the cap, the bottle was being snatched from her hands and closely inspected by a man towering above her crouched body.

“this smells like ass, y/n - are you sure you wanna drink it?” lando asked her, lowering himself to sit on the step next to her. the sky was darkening, stars filling the vast blackness.

“yes im sure, thanks dad,” she mocked him, arms reaching over to snatch the bottle from him, but once again, he moved his arm out, stretching the bottle further from her reach.

“nuh uh!” lando said, shaking his head, “only when you tell me why you intend on drinking what im sure is the finest bottle of… £3.99 vodka - jesus, £3.99?”

“sorry mister ‘owns-2-mclarens-and-a-lambo’,” she replied, leaning further into his side in a desperate bid to get the bottle back - she wasn’t even sure she wanted to drink it anymore, she just wanted something to fiddle with when lando eventually forced her to talk to him.

“didn’t answer my question, darlin’” he told her, placing the bottle besides him as he removed one of his threaded bracelets, placing it in her exposed palm.

oh he knew her a little too well.

“i jus- no it’s so stupid,” she conceded, the bracelet twisting around her fingers. she stared directly at it, refusing to meet lando’s intense gaze.

“bet it’s not,” he told her, moving an arm to wrap around her when he felt the chill air brush his own skin.

“you know what’s worse than having to announce to your friends that you’re a lonely little virgin that no one wants? being the lonely little virgin. it’s so fucking embarrassing - i’m 19, hell i’m nearly 20 and when everyone around you has someone in their life, it’s so hard not to feel so behind in your own life, to feel completely unlovable, to constantly feel like there’s something wrong with you,” she breathed out, still refusing to make eye contact with the man besides her.

lando took in a deep breath, choosing his next words so carefully. his hand reached up to her chin, turning her face to look up at his.

“y/n, you are not unlovable, you’re not falling behind in life and there is certainly nothing wrong with you,” he told her, his tone harsh in attempt to knock some sense into her. she shook her head at him in disbelief, his hand dropping back to his side.

“see, i really want to believe you but the evidence isn’t really stacking up in support of your argument. if that was true, i probably wouldn’t be sat in my brother’s back garden throwing myself a pity party.”

“i think your brother might’ve had a part to play in this, if im honest y/n,” lando said, slipping up slightly. she paused at his words, before her head shot round to look at him again.

“what? what do you mean max has something do with the fact no one wants me?”

“it’s not that no one wants you, y/n,” he sighed at her again before giving in, realising he’d already said too much to stop now, “it’s just that max has a bad habit of… threatening anyone who even mentions you in that way?” he added, his tone making it sound like he wasn’t even sure himself.

“threatening them?” she repeated, anger beginning to bubble up in her stomach.

“he’s only actually hit 2 of them - hell even ive had a close call with his fist a few times,” lando laughed, before realising what he’d indirectly admitted to. luckily, neither of them had time to dwell on it before the man in question popped his head round the door.

“what are you two losers doing out here?” he joked, before sensing some tension being thrown his way, “whatever, we’re leaving in a minute if you wanna get ready?”

“no thanks,” y/n told him, pushing herself up and beginning to walk past him.

“huh?” max replied, confused.

“i said, no thanks. wouldn’t wanna risk you punching anyone who shows the slightest interest in me,” she added, arms crossed over her chest as she glared at him. she turned quickly on her heel, walking off, ignoring the group as she trailed up to the spare bedroom.

the two boys shared a look between them, lando’s face holding that of apology whilst max’s was gradually moving to infuriated.

“what did you tell her?” max asked him, jaw clenching slightly.

“i didn’t mean to,” lando replied, throwing his arms out slightly as he stood up, “i just thought she ought to know that the reason boys don’t go for her is not because she is completely unlovable.”

“she said that?” max asked, startled slightly at the comment, “she thought she was unlovable?”

lando said nothing, throwing a simple nod at him before brushing past him and making his way to the front door.

y/n laid in her bed, her mind racing through the conversation with lando, like a record on repeat. she’d heard the rest of them leave the house almost an hour ago, leaving her to lay with her own thoughts once more.

there was nothing wrong with her, max just threatened anyone who came too close to her.

max had punched 2 guys who had tried to get with her.

max had tried to punch lando - wait, why had he tried to punch lando?

the sound of the front door opening, then quickly shutting again drew her from her thoughts, a natural panic spreading through her veins.

“hello?” she called out, confused as to who could be walking in the house right now. there was no response for a moment, the sound of footsteps climbing the stairs filled the silence.

“it’s just me, baby,” a voice called out, the childhood nickname letting her know it was lando approaching her bedroom. the name used to be max and lando’s attempt to tease the girl, calling her a baby when she cried after dropping her ice cream. that was when she was 7, but 13 years later, the nickname still stuck. somewhere along the line, the name had turned from mimicking to a term of endearment, blurring the lines of their friendship every time he called out to her.

“oh thank god, i thought you were a murderer,” she joked, her breathing easing as his head poked around the door, eyes meeting hers.

“you thought i was a murderer and chose to shout ‘hello’? brave, or stupid?” lando joked back.

“never let them know your next move,” y/n replied with a shrug, before noticing the way one of lando’s hands remained hidden behind the door, “whatcha got there?” she asked him, the way one would ask a dog who had something they shouldn’t.

“depends, are you gonna be nice to me?” he shot back.

“me? im always nice to you, lan,” an innocent smile built on her face.

“tell that to the scar on my back.”

“tell the scar on your back to get over it, it was 10 years ago,” she snorted as he moved further into the door frame.

“no ice cream for you then,” lando replied, smirking at her as he shrugged.

“you got ice cream?” she asked, eyes widening at him.

“thought you might wanna watch a film and forget about tonight with a flurry.”

“gimme,” y/n said, making grabby hands that would’ve been embarrassing had she not already had the worst night of her life.

“nuh uh, not until you’re nice to m-”

“oh get over here you drama queen,” she groaned at him, patting the spot next to her on the bed. lando would never say no to her, giving in so easily as he climbed under the blanket, an arm falling naturally behind her head as he did.

he began fiddling with the tv remote, scrolling through netflix for something to watch. y/n leant further into his embrace, her head settling lightly on his chest as she looked up at him.

“lan - why didn’t you stay at the club?” she asked quietly, fighting the urge to fiddle with her fingers, nervous at the thought of insinuating that he’d want to spend his evening with her instead.

“clubs are only good when you’re drunk,” lando replied with a shrug, eyes still focused on the tv, “id rather just be the designated driver and still be able to get up for training in the morning.”

his eyes flitted down at her quickly, glad she’d returned her gaze to the screen as if he’d seen her wide eyes staring up at him, lando doubted he’d be able to control himself. what she’d revealed earlier still flew around his brain as he fought desperately to shake away any thoughts of taking her innocence, ruining her for anyone else. god, he felt like a creep.

the two fell into a comfortable silence, both of them appearing to focus on the film playing in front of them. lando’s hand remained tightly around her waist, his hand moving beneath her shirt slightly for his fingers to trace circles into her skin. her head remained on his chest, each breath taking in the lingering smell of his aftershave.

“lan?” she broke the silence again, looking up at him once again.

“yes, baby?” he replied, eyes never straying from the screen.

“what did you mean earlier when you said max had even tried to punch you?”

his head shot down to look at her, feeling himself crumble slightly as her eyes stared widely up at him, her tired voice drawing him further into the trap. he could lie, tell her it was a misunderstanding. or he could tell her the truth, and pray it didn’t destroy his entire friendship with the fewtrell siblings.

“when you told me i wasn’t unlovable earlier, you really meant…” she asked, filling in for his silence. she trailed off at the end of her sentence, unwilling to get her hopes up.

“yeah.. so about that,” he said, trying to regain his confidence. she hit at his chest lightly, pushing herself to sit up and look at his face clearer than ever.

“how long?” she asked him with unwavering eye contact.

“longer than i want to admit,” lando replied, smiling at her awkwardly, “and i understand if you don’t fe-”

“kiss me.”

“wha-”

“you heard me,” she told him before joining their lips apprehensively. it started off slow, both testing the waters before falling into a steady pace. his tongue swiped her bottom lip softly, deepening the kiss as his hand raised to hold her jaw. she stifled a moan, embarrassed at the way her body was reacting to the slightest touch.

“don’t get shy on me now, baby,” he told her, hands dropping to her waist, “come ‘ere.”

lando’s hands settled on her hips, fingers gripping at them slightly to guide her onto his lap. as she settled into the new position, he kissed her again, gentle in the way he pulled her in closer, his free hand disappearing under her shirt to draw circles into her skin once more. her hips instinctively rolled into his at the feeling, and he gripped at her skin harder, a small groan escaping his mouth.

“fuck, keep that up and i won’t be able to stop,” he warned her as she rolled her hips again. his head dropped to her jaw, pressing soft kisses along the skin.

“what if i don’t want this to stop?” she asked him, causing him to pause, looking up at her softly.

“are you sure?” he asking, checking her face for any sign of hesitancy. she nodded at him before speaking.

“there’s no one i trust more.”

with her reassurance, lando flipped the top of them over, trailing kisses down her neck as he hovered above her.

“we’ll go slow,” he told her as he pulled at her t-shirt, tugging the fabric up her torso, “wanted this for so long. gonna take my time with you,” he mumbled, pressing soft kisses to the skin of her stomach. her back arched into him slightly, helping him remove her top fully. y/n felt exposed, more so than usual. had it not been for lando’s large hands snaking up to grab at her breasts, she would’ve used her own to shield her nudity.

“so gorgeous,” he mumbled again, before dipping his head to take one of her nipples in his mouth, tongue flicking at it, his fingers tugged at the other. he pushed himself back up, re joining their lips in a sweet kiss.

“gonna make you feel good, alright?” he asked her, watching the way her head nodded at him, “yeah? need you to use your words from now on baby.”

“think you should take your top off now,” she told him, her confidence returning slightly, “seems a bit unfair,” she added, jokingly pointing at her own exposed chest.

“so it is,” he agreed, sitting back on his knees as his hands gripped the bottom of his own t-shirt, lifting it over his head. the material landed on the floor, but y/n couldn’t care less - she was much more focused on the way his muscles looked, a combination of his tan and the soft fairy lights illuminating his features in a way that had her stomach rolling for him.

“oi! my eyes are up here,” he joked, settling himself between her legs. lando’s hands trailed up the exposed skin of her thighs, dragging his fingers slowly. her hips jutted up slightly at the sensation, a satisfied smirking fighting its way onto lando’s face.

“this ok?” he asked her, hands toying with the waistband of her shorts.

“yeah,” she breathed out, anticipation beginning to get the better of her as he began pulling the material away from her heat.

“tell me to stop and i’ll stop,” lando told her, discarding her shorts with his top, before adjusting his gaze to her, “just relax f’me. breathe,” he added, noticing the way her chest had frozen, breath caught in her throat. a finger ran through her folds softly, her hips rolling slightly at the sudden feeling of his rough finger pad circling her clit. his movements stopped for a moment as he moved back up her body, kissing her softly as he gathered her slick along his fingers.

“so wet for me,” he told her, kissing at her jaw, “gonna get you ready for me, ok?”

“please, lan,” she begged, panting slightly as his fingers circled her heat again, pressing into her slightly. it’s not like she hadn’t done this before on herself, which was potentially her downfall the moment he pressed a finger into her, the stretch unexpected. lando’s face pressed into her neck, kissing a trail along the skin as he pumped his finger a few times. he could hear every noise she made for him so clearly, drawing him to push a second finger into her, feeling the way her walls clamped around him.

“im ready, lan, please just fuck me,” she begged him, panting in between her words. he could’ve passed out her words, blood rushing from his brain and straight to his cock. his body pushed back up, standing quickly to remove the rest of his clothes. her hands halted him as they reached out and grabbed at the waist band of his joggers, pulling them down slowly as the pressure of his cock strained against the tight material. he helped her remove them fully, her spare hand adding difficulty as she palmed him through his boxers.

“fuck, angel,” he groaned, careful not to overwhelm her as she pulled at his boxers, tugging them down as she had his joggers. however they soon established his noises were not as overwhelming as the size of his cock - her eyes widening as she came face to face with it, her finger running down the thick vein that travelled his length.

“like what you see?” he joked in attempt to ease her nerves.

“how-? is that gonna fit?” she stuttered, gaze travelling down to her stomach as if she were trying to size herself up.

“im sure we’ll make it work,” he replied, hand reaching to her chin, forcing her to look back up at him, “remember, we can stop whenever.”

she nodded at him, before reaching up, looping her arms around his neck to pull him into a kiss. he used the leverage to lay her back down, hovering over her once again as he rested on his forearm. without breaking the kiss, he reached down, guiding his cock through her folds a few times before settling the tip at her entrance.

“you sure?” lando checked again, searching her face for any last minute apprehension.

“are you sure?” she retorted, her smile illuminated by the moons glow, “can’t imagine fucking a virgin is high on your bucket list.”

“you’d be surprised,” he responded, mumbling slightly, his cock throbbed in his hand. he began lowering his hips, pushing into her slowly, low grunts falling from his lips as he disappeared further inside her.

“breathe baby, breathe for me,” he told her, feeling the way her body had tensed, her chest stilling as she inhaled deeply, “feel so good.”

lando waited a moment, watching the way her face softened, his necklace dangling dangerously around her lips. he started moving at a gentle pace, careful to listen to her responses.

“feels good,” she told him, eyes looking into his.

“yeah? ‘my the first person to make you feel good?” he asked, baiting her slightly.

“yes, fuck lan. only you.”

he close to lost it, his brain short circuiting at her words. he began to move faster in her, relishing in the way she moaned his name, her walls contracting around his cock. his hand reached between the two of them, fingers flicking at her clit before drawing pressured circles around her heat.

“faster, lan, please,” y/n begged him, her hand raising to tug at his curls.

“gonna ruin you for anyone else, angel,” he grunted, hips snapping into hers at a brutal pace, his eyes focused on the way her breasts moved in unison with his thrusts.

lando felt his high coming quicker than he could ever remember, feeling the way her grip on his bicep tightened and her breathing became more sporadic letting him know she was close too.

“you wanna cum with me?” he asked her, his tone soft whilst his pace remained rough, his fingers beginning to trace his own name on her clit. it gave him a sense of ownership over her, an invisible trace of him that would linger on her sensitivity forever - and she loved it, whining at the feeling of his skin on hers.

“please, fuck. wanna cum,” she told him, eyes shutting as her head rolled back. lando’s head dropped to her exposed neck, his teeth nipping at the skin before he titled his head further, mouth landing on the flesh of her breast. he’d quickly realised that leaving visible mark on his best friends little sister was potentially not the smartest idea, choosing to nip at the skin of her tit, mouth sucking the flesh into his lips as he did. his raised himself up again, admiring the way blood ran to the surface of her skin, only imagining the way she’d look when a bruise formed on the spot.

“only me?” he asked her, hand moving to grip her jaw, dark eyes locking with hers.

“only you,” she replied in a breathless moan.

“good girl,” he said, feeling the way her hips rolled up into his, heat running through her entire body as her climax washed over her. y/n shook around him lightly, her stomach spasming as she rode out her high, but lando couldn’t stop and admire the view. he pulled out quickly, feeling his own high rising in his cock, both of their eyes glued on the way his cock shot out ropes of cum that landed on her stomach.

“so….” she started, trying to fill the somewhat awkward tension in the room.

“we are so doing that again,” he said with a chuckle and he moved to locate his joggers on the floor.

“oh absolutely,” she replied, laughing with him as the fear of him leaving her washed away, though her eyebrow quirked up at him as he shuffled to the door.

“just grabbing a cloth. gotta get you cleaned up so we can finish the film,” he added with a smile.

minutes later, they were both sat back in the bed, her legs thrown over his lap as one hand grazed the skin of his back lightly, lando’s hand running up and down her thigh in a similar fashion. they sat in a comfortable silence, knowing that eventually they would need to discuss the future of this, the future of them, but for now lando relished in the way her hand continuously stroked at the same spot on his back. the same spot - he internally questioned.

“watcha doing?” he finally asked, curious to her supposed fixation on his left shoulder blade.

“apologising to the scar on your back?” she retorted, circling back to their earlier conversation.

“never apologise for anything ever again,” he mumbled into her hair, before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“what if i murdered your entire family?” she piped up.

“i support women’s rights and their wrongs.”

“preach.”

-

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— pasalubong.

pairing: kinich x gn!reader

premise: kinich wasn't a sentimental person at heart, until you left to travel. neither was he easily upset, but here he was, undoubtedly upset that you didn't give him a gift with your recent package.

— warnings: ooc-kinich and ajaw (still havent done the new aq), he's a bit down bad, and misses you dearly.

— author's note: this is not angst despite the premise LMFAO. art credits to @.n429g on twt. | 1.6k words.

“delivery for kinich!” a mail man shouted, trying his best to not look down over the ledge the scions of the canopy is held. “delivery for ki—”

“i heard ya!” the small dragon yells, taking the sealed letter and small box from the man’s hands and throws a pouch of mora as thanks. 

the man sweat drops at the comical sight of the tiny dragonlord floating up to where kinich was. said man was dangling his legs over the ledge, hair swaying with the wind and an indifferent look on his face as he swats away his small companion and roughly takes the letter in his hands. he could only assume that the two had started another argument once again.

with a sigh, he cups a hand to his mouth and shouts, “thank you for your patronage!”

kinich looked in his direction and gave him a small nod. there were few postal workers here in natlan, so he made sure to at least pay the man generously—especially with how his legs shake and hand clutch the side of the mountain for dear life.

ajaw continued to punch and tug at his head but his attention had zeroed in on the envelope. it felt heavier than the last and you had sent a small package with it. ‘for my dearest, kinich & almighty dragon lord, ajaw.’ the small note said with your signature right below it as well as a wax seal at the corner. your penmanship makes kinich smile and before ajaw can open his mouth, he takes the grapple on his waist and zips away to find a secluded place to open your gifts. they were sacred to him and therefore had to be treated with utmost care.

when he lands on teticpac peak, he sits down by one of the rocks and gently peels away the seal. kinich makes a mental note to stop by a market to get a new container for all your letters, after all, his bedside drawer can only hold so much of you over the years. 

‘to my dearest, kinich,’

with just four words, you had him smiling like a fool. one hand propped behind his back to support his weight as he leisurely soaks in your stories like a sponge. ajaw sits by his shoulder, impatiently demanding him to open the box that came along with your letter. kinich was not even half way with reading before he relented—you always had a knack for making pages and pages of stories, but he didn’t mind. you have been away for nearly 7 years now and send only a letter or two every few years. kinich learned to appreciate the pages of your love every time they arrive.

“hurry up!” ajaw demanded, waiting with bated breath as kinich opened the box. “learn to be patient, ajaw.”

the dragon only huffed and turned around but it didn’t take long before he dove head first into the array of gifts. while his little companion drowned in material luxuries, kinich took out items in piles and made a mental note to give them to their respective owners.

kinich tucked the small pouch with xilonen’s name along with your letter for her at his side. he will deliver these to her first, he concludes. as he’s sifting through the items, kinich catches a glimpse of ajaw sitting on a toy fox’s head with a small note with kachina’s name. the final item that seemed important was a small box containing colorful seashells with mualani’s name on it.

his brows furrowed in confusion as he sets all the gifts down carefully and sifts through the package one more time. and again, and again, until his lower back felt sore. ajaw noticed his antsy behavior and decided to look at what all the fuss was about. kinich sat down, head lowered with his bangs covering his eyes—ajaw was beginning to worry (but he would rather die than verbally admit it).

“hey!” ajaw turned to kinich who had stiffly stood up. clutching at your letter as the sliver of expectancy in his eyes dimmed. “don't tell me they actually forgot about you?”

“let’s go back,” he says with a subtly sullen voice. “we have to deliver these to the others.”

ajaw makes no further comment and sits on his shoulder as they zip from one place to another. he doesn’t point out the way kinich’s eyes looked duller and the way a frown tugged at his lips—he was upset. 

“hmph! i'll be sure to show them a piece of my mind when they get back!" the dragon complains to him as they arrive back home. kinich beelined his way back to his residence, a bit more aggressive than he normally would.

he doesn’t want to admit that he was upset—it was stupid. so what if you didn’t get him a gift after not hearing from you for almost a year? but how come everyone else had one? hell even citlani and mavuika received one, so why didn’t he?

with a click of his tongue he pushed past all the people in his way, muttering half hearted apologies here and there as ajaw kept calling his name. kinich was not upset nor was he disappointed—he wasn’t a child chasing after the trail of gold you left behind anymore. he was an adult now, someone people look up to and admire. kinich was no longer the shy kid that always wondered if he could ever chase after you.

“kinich!”

with the shout of his name, he was taken back to memory lane. how you would call to him from the ground, a pair of wheels at your feet as you glided through the rocky terrain as if it were made of ice. the smile you flash him as you point to your finish line makes his heart skip a few beats, rendering him only to reply in a nod because his mind has turned into a mushy puddle. 

“kinich!”

you have always been golden in his eyes. smiles bright like the sun, kindness gentle like its morning rays, and hypnotizing in the starry trail you leave behind. kinich remembers the first time he tried his hands on rollerblades. he felt unwittingly afraid of standing on his own two feet, the possibility of his world turning upside down with one single step scared him. but you were always there to ward away his fears. it wasn’t long before he took them off and said with a dead expression that he will never try them again. the laugh that he managed to steal from your lungs made all his suffering worth it.

“kinich!”

he doesn’t like letting things go, not when you’ve taught him how to cherish every little thing. but he’d hate himself if he kept you from your dreams. so there he was, all those years ago, standing by natlan’s borders, unable to say goodbye as the rest bid theirs. you had to make him face you—gently cupping his jaw with both hands and flashing a small smile, giving him a tempting offer.

“let me stay,” you said. you were willing to give up your dreams if it meant making him happy. kinich didn’t want his happiness, he wanted yours.

“leave,” he said bluntly. it made you laugh because it sounded incredibly rude, but the way he held your hand in his shaking hold, lip bitten until it almost bled, everyone knew he was struggling the most.

“i’ll give you souvenirs,” you offered as consultation and it took every willpower he had to say he only wanted you. 

“i’ll keep them safe.” he replied and you smiled.

“kinich!”

urging you to travel has been the best and worst decision in his life—you were enjoying your life but he was stuck missing you. his longing for the sun in his life greatly outweighed his happiness for you. how can he be happy when happiness is spelled with your name? the way you smile, and the way you leave a golden trail?

“kinich.”

“ajaw, enou—” his sentence was cut off when he turned to look at the smiling faces of his tribe. brows furrowed in confusion as he searched the crowd for a certain green dragon, but all his eyes could see was gold.

the wind in his lungs was stolen as the images of smiling faces turn to fade, his attention solely on you in the distance, ajaw by your side as you both waved him over. as fast as the winds could take him, kinich ran straight in your arms—his home. your laugh ringed like morning birds and your hands felt warm like the afternoon heat. you were home; you were his gift.

“pasalubong, for kinich,” you say with a teasing lilt to your voice. 

“pasalubong?” he repeats, hands coming to cradle your smiling face. “what does that mean?”

you smile wider and hold his hands with your own. “it means gifts given by homecomers. but,” you tuck away a stray piece of his hair behind his ear as you tempt him in another embrace. “it can also mean ‘to meet again.’”

kinich laughed—airy and bright, like the setting sun. this was so you, he thought, burying his head in your neck. trying to make up for all the lost physical contact he had missed. 

“thank you for the gift.” he said with a smile.

you pat him on the back and hummed in delight. “i came back just for you.”

“i’m honered,” he jests and takes a step back, not letting your hand go. “you should be! the trip back home is nothing short of tedious!”

he chuckles because kinich knows he’s a goner. no need for xilonen’s amused teasing, mualani’s persistence and kachina’s curiosity. everyone in his tribe and maybe even natlan knew, kinich would wait for you knowing you’ll eventually come home to him.

© vxnuslogy 2024. do not plagiarize, repost, or translate any of my works without my knowledge or consent in other platforms or websites.

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your fiyero | fiyero tigelaar x reader

Pairing: Fiyero Tigelaar x Reader Summary: Ever since Fiyero Tigelaar started at Shiz University, he found himself fascinated by you – the one student who didn't care about him. When he notices you starting to struggle with something, he'll do anything to make sure you're okay. Warnings: Mentions of fainting, falling over, academic stress/burn out Word Count: 2.2k A/N: I've seen Wicked (the show) three times now with the amazing Australian cast that's currently touring and I fell totally head over heels with Fiyero, and then yesterday I saw the movie and fell even more in love with Fiyero and so I had to write for him. I do intend to write more for him, especially if other people want to read more! He's so fun to write for and definitely a challenge compared to some other characters I've written for in the past. I hope you all enjoy! 💗

It’s not difficult to sense the presence of Fiyero Tigelaar behind you as you leave Doctor Dillamond’s classroom, shoving your books into the bag over your shoulder. With the way the students heading into the classroom are staring at someone behind you, it’s quite obvious who they’re staring at. Everyone at Shiz University wants Fiyero Tigelaar. 

Everyone, that is, except you.

“Classes are over, you know?” Fiyero’s voice comes from behind you as you round the corner, heading down the staircase leading to the courtyard. “You don’t have to rush off.”

Irritatingly, the fact that you can’t particularly care less about wanting Fiyero Tigelaar makes himwant you. He usually isn’t the type. If someone doesn’t like him – something he’s actually yet to experience – he would just let it slide. Why waste his energy? But ever since he’d started at Shiz and met you, he’d found himself unable to leave you alone. 

“I know,” you glance back at him over your shoulder. “But some of us actually want to study and spend their time here learning, Tigelaar.”

Fiyero hurries his steps a little so he’s walking alongside you. “Did you miss the part where I said it was my job to corrupt my fellow students when I started here? It’s never too late, darling.” He flashes a grin your way.

You can’t help but roll your eyes at him, right at the same time you almost miss a step and stumble a little. Fiyero is quick, catching your elbow to help steady you. You don’t look at him as you steady yourself, meaning you miss the look of worry in his eyes.

“Are you all right?”

You clear your throat and shake off his grip. “Consider me corrupted by your presence.” 

With that, you make a beeline away from him and you’re glad to notice that he doesn’t attempt to follow you. You highly doubt that he’s going to follow you all the way to the library. Fiyero and the library have never exactly gone hand in hand. 

~~

The next time Fiyero bothers you, you’re sat on one of the benches by the gardens. There’s a book in your hands and he can see you staring intently at it as he saunters over to you. It’s almost like he’s approaching a wild bird or something, he thinks. If he moves too quickly, he’ll frighten you and scare you away. It’s the last thing Fiyero wants to do.

He’s a few steps away from you when you look up from your book and meet his eyes. His face breaks into a smile as he moves the last few steps and takes the spot beside you on the bench. You turn to look at him, your eyebrows raised. 

“Now, don’t say I’m interrupting your study,” he begins. “That book is most definitely not in the curriculum. And yes, I did actually take the time to look the curriculum up after I saw you reading here the other day, if you can believe it.”

For a few moments, you only stare at him. Fiyero, for the first time probably ever, finds himself actually a little uncomfortable at your unwavering gaze. It surprises him. He’s never the type of person to feel uncomfortable. He’s confident in almost every situation.

You let out a sigh. “It may not be in the curriculum, but you’ve interrupted me nevertheless, Tigelaar.”

“Apologies,” he says, with a small smirk. “Am I corrupting you even more with my presence?”

“Something like that.” You close your book and sit it on the small space of bench beside you. You had actually just been reading the same page over and over for the last twenty minutes and trying to convince yourself to stop overthinking things. 

You had so much studying to do, so much to learn and so many assignments to do and so little time to do it all. It was probably a little counterproductive to be sitting outside, reading a book and doing none of those things, but if you didn’t try and have a break from them all, you were pretty sure you were going to burn yourself out, which was the last thing you needed. It would have helped if you’d actually been able to relax and enjoy your book, though.

“Is it any good? Your book. Not that I’d read it, of course,” Fiyero grins.

You try your best to conceal your amusement. “I’d offer to lend it to you but, as you said, you wouldn’t actually read it so… I’ll keep it safe with me. I doubt the Winkie Prince knows how to properly take care of books if he can’t read them.”

Fiyero gasps jokingly. “I’ll have you know I can read, I just choose not to. I prefer to fill my brain with much more useless things. That way, I don’t have to think. It’s a peaceful way to live, my darling.” 

You shake your head, this time unable to keep a smile off of your face. Fiyero likes the sight of it. It strangely makes his heart beat a little faster. He can’t actually remember the last time he saw you smiling… not that he’s been keeping track. 

“How about you join me?” He offers. “No more studying for the rest of the day and no more thinking? I’m positive I could find something we could do to fill the time.” 

The reminder of studying, however, brings you back to reality after you small moment of joking with Fiyero. You reach down and grab your book before standing up and turning to face Fiyero, who is looking at you with slight concern in his eyes at your sudden movement.

“I can’t,” you say simply. “I’ve been reading all morning and there is a lot I have to do. I’ll see you around, Tigelaar.”

He watches you with furrowed eyebrows as you walk away from him, clutching your book to your chest and heading in the direction of the library. Fiyero shakes his head and lets out a small laugh. He really thought today would be the day he’d win you over.

~~

A week goes by without Fiyero even getting to utter a word to you. He sees you, though, fairly often around the school. In the courtyard, in the library (where he definitely didn’t go specifically looking for you), in history class and in the dining hall. But every time he’s thought to approach you, you’ve disappeared before he could even make his move. It’s on the seventh day when he notices that something is different about you.

You’re coming out of the library, carrying several books and what looks like a stack of papers in your hands when you trip. Fiyero isn’t quick enough to cross the courtyard and get to you in time to stop your fall. He does, however, take off at a run to be by your side as you start collecting all of the scattered pieces of paper and books that had fallen out of your grasp.

“It’s all right, Tigelaar. You don’t have to help me,” you mutter, trying to shove books into your already overfilled bag. “It’s a Friday night. I’m sure you’ve got other places to be.”

Fiyero, truthfully, does have other places to be. He’s been invited to the Ozdust Ballroom by nine separate people today. But how can he leave you to just clean all this up by yourself? He can see just by the look on your face that you’re utterly exhausted.

“I do,” he says honestly. “But I’ll help you with this first.”

He’s surprised when you suddenly stop putting things in your bag and when he looks up, he finds you staring at him again. It makes him uncomfortable in the same way he felt last week when you’d looked at him in a similar way. 

“Okay,” you sigh. 

Your lack of energy in fighting him is the second thing to make Fiyero realise something is wrong.

After the two of you finish picking up all of the things you’d dropped, the both of you stand. Fiyero opens his mouth to say something when he notices you start to sway. He’s quicker this time, moving to catch you before you fall. His arm wraps around your waist to keep you steady, while his other hand takes the book bag off your shoulder and moves it straight onto his. He’s surprised by how heavy it is. 

“Woah, darling, what’s going on?” Fiyero looks down at you as you blink and push yourself away from him. “Hey, be careful, okay? I think you were just about to faint.”

You shake your head. “I just stood up too fast, that’s all.” You know the words are a lie, and you can tell that Fiyero knows that as well. First, he’d seen you trip coming out of the library, then he’d caught you when you’d almost fainted… you can’t hide it from him. That much becomes crystal clear immediately.

“Let’s get you somewhere you can sit down, okay?” Fiyero begins. “May I?” He gestures to you, asking silently if he can wrap an arm around you to support you incase you fall over again. 

You nod and allow him to guide you just around the corner into the small seating area off to the side of the library. It’s dark, the lanterns not being lit yet despite the fact that the sun had gone down over twenty minutes ago.

“I swear I’m not usually this clumsy,” you say sheepishly. “That’s twice you’ve stopped me from falling in the last two weeks… I suppose I should say thank you, Fiyero.”

Fiyero sits you down gently on the bench and sits your book bag down on the ground. He crouches down in front of you and reaches up to take your hands in his. He’s surprised when you don’t immediately pull away from him. “I don’t think you’ve ever called me by my first name before.”

“Oh,” you think on it for a second, trying to ignore the warm feeling of his hands and how comforting it is. “I guess I haven’t. Sorry, Tigelaar.”

“No, no,” Fiyero shakes his head. “Don’t go back to that. I like when you call me Fiyero.”

“Well, I suppose it is your name,” you offer a small smile.

“There’s that gorgeous smile,” Fiyero smiles back at you and squeezes your hands. “Now, are you gonna tell me why you almost just fainted on me and why you’re clumsier than you usually are, darling?”

You stay silent for a few moments and just when Fiyero begins to think that you might just brush him off and try to make a quick exit like you did last week, you start to speak.

“I haven’t really been sleeping well lately,” you admit quietly. “I’ve had so much work to do, I fell behind on my assignments and I took on some extra work from Doctor Dillamond and… despite my best efforts, I guess I let myself get a little burnt out.”

Fiyero looks at you with his eyes full of pity and you hate it. 

“Anyway,” you clear your throat, “that’s not important. Why would you care?”

Your attempt to make light of the situation fails spectacularly, judging by the look that Fiyero gives you afterwards. You’ve never seen him look that unimpressed before. 

“Of course I care,” he says, eyebrows furrowed. 

“Why, though?” You can’t help but ask. “Why are you so fixated on me?”

Fiyero sighs and moves to sit beside you, letting go of your hands in the process. “If you’ll allow me to be honest with you for a moment,” he starts, “I suppose… you’re the only person at Shiz that doesn’t treat me like the perfect Winkie Prince that everyone thinks I am. You’re the only person that doesn’t think I’m perfect, and half the time you act like you can’t stand to be around me, and for some reason that only makes me want to be around you more.” 

“Are you not the perfect Winkie Prince?” You ask.

Fiyero grins. “Oh, not in the slightest, darling. But let’s keep that between us. I’ll keep your secret if you keep mine. How does that sound?” 

You don’t even try to hide the smile that comes to your face at his words. “You promise you won’t tell anyone about what happened today?”

“I promise,” he nods. “But only on one condition: you tell Doctor Dillamond you can’t complete the extra work you signed up for and you take a break to make sure you get plenty of rest before diving into your other assignments. I’m sure I can sweet talk some of the Professors if you need help.” 

He smiles as you hit him with the same look as before, but for the first time, he doesn’t find himself feeling uncomfortable at the sight of it. Now, he finds it slightly amusing and incredibly endearing. He has always found you endearing, he supposes.

“Sweet talking my Professors will not be necessary,” you chuckle. “But okay. It’s a deal. And I’ll keep your secret too. You can continue to be the perfect Winkie Prince to everyone… except me.”

Fiyero laughs. “I’ll just be your Fiyero, then.”

“My Fiyero?” You repeat after him, eyebrows raised. 

He ignores the way his heart beats faster at the sound of those words coming out of your mouth. 

“Yes, your Fiyero,” he hums. 

“Everyone will think that you finally corrupted me after all this time,” you joke, voice teasing. “I’ll just be like everyone else at Shiz. Part of the Fiyero Tigelaar fan club.”

Fiyero fixes you with a look. “Oh, darling. You could never be like everyone else.” 

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hey could you maybe write a lando x reader where when it was clear that lando lost the championship the reader just comforts him but he is distancing himself from her but she doesn’t give up on him so pls a happy end ❤️

established relationship, not very angsty, short

My World Champion

Things had been rough between the pair for a few months. With the mounting pressure on Lando to perform had left him pushing all those close to him away. He wasn't very happy with it but he felt like maybe he could focus better. The person who had to deal with the brunt of Lando's distance was his girlfriend, Y/N. They'd been together for a while and friends for longer. They just got each other like no other but lately Y/N felt like she didn't know Lando as well as she used to.

Y/N did try to bring up the distance. It was Azerbaijan, "Lan, don't you think we barely talk" Y/N spoke slowly, trying to start a conversation with her boyfriend who was sat across from her on the sofa. He didn't bother to even look up, "What's there to talk about when I'm busy trying to win a championship. Let me focus" he huffed. "I didn't mean it like that. I just thought we could spend some time together" Y/N trailed off. "We are sat together right now. How much more time do you want to spend with me?" Lando sighed and finally looked up from his laptop. "I just" she felt her voice die in her throat. 'I don't remember the last time we kissed Lan' her brain thought as she got up and left the room before another fight ensued.

It was during the winter break when things were starting to look up. Lando had just won the Singapore GP, he was more attentive and present; they even cuddled the whole day. Y/N thought that she had her boyfriend back. Oh how wrong she was because as soon as they were back on track; Lando was back to square one. The Austin loss hit deep, making Lando double down on strategising and spending every waking hour with the team or thinking about Formula One. It was like he forgot Y/N existed or for that matter himself. She would sit there and stare at her boyfriend who looked more and more like a stranger with each passing day.

Things had become rocky between them. She felt the divide growing with each passing weekend. Mexico wasn't any better. But Brazil landed a huge blow to Lando. He shut down, he stopped talking to anyone and spent all his time scrolling on his phone. There was nothing she could do without Lando walking out or shutting the door on her face. So, she sat and waited. She would cook his favourite food or leave out his favourite snacks to munch on. But she didn't make much break through on him; as he still chooses to stay reserved, opting to carry the burden alone.

It was after the Las Vegas quali, when Y/N noticed the light begin leave Lando's eyes. All she could offer were words and cuddles but Lando had put up a wall between them. The bed seemed too big for the two of them with either on each side. She stared at the space in between them wondering when it had gotten this big.

After the race, Y/N sighed a sigh of relief. The Championship battle was over and that meant she got her Lando back. She saw glimpses of him when he congratulated Max and couldn't wait to jump into his arms. But it was like Lando was back, just not for her.

That night, they spent it like any other, on either side of the bed. But as Y/N tried to fall asleep, she felt the bed shake. On further inspection, she saw Lando's frame quietly shaking from the sobs as he tried to not make any noise. Her heart hurt watching him, she slowly scooted over causing Lando to stop crying for a moment. She wrapped her arm around his torso and buried her head in his neck. "I love you, my world champion" she whispered causing Lando to turn around. His face was streaked with tears which she carefully wiped off. "I don't like it when you cry" she muttered and pecked his lips. "I thought you fell asleep" Lando mumbled. "Can't sleep without my cuddles" she quipped. "But, I'm not the world champion" was all he muttered, remembering her first comment. "For the world, no. For me, always" she smiled. Lando searched her eyes for anything, but all he found was undeterred love. "And you're not angry?" he asked. "No. I'm happy to watch you compete for the championship because I know, sooner or later you'll win it. Just waiting for that day" she reassured. "I'm sorry for being a dick. I was just" Lando spoke before she cut him off, "over whelmed. I know. But you didn't have to do it all alone. What am I here for?" she spoke tenderly. "I love you" he whispered kissing her for the first time in a long time. "I love you too, muppet" she whispered back. He looked at her for a long time as his hands pulled her closer, running along her frame; "What would I do without you?" he asked. "Crash and burn" she chided. "Agreed" he mumbled pulling her in for another kiss. "You alway know how to make me happy" he mumbled in between kisses. "Only when you listen to me. Otherwise you're Mr Grumpy" she chuckled. "I promise not to be Mr Grumpy anymore" he laughed kissing her again. "Next time I'm grumpy, kiss me. I think all my worries melt away with your kisses" he said pressing her against him. "So, the next time you start an argument, I'm gonna kiss you" she said cupping his cheeks. "Best way to end an argument" he smiled pressing their foreheads together. "I won't disagree" she kissed him again, making up for all the lost time.