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Arcane Characters Make Food for You
Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Maddie, Ekko, Vander, Silco, Sevika, Viktor, Jayce, Mel x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, established relationship, domestic fluff, kissing, making food, teasing
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A/N: I already wrote this on my old blog but now is a good time to re-write it.
Jinx knows how to cook pretty well, surprisingly enough. Or maybe not so surprisingly given how she's always the one making things and experimenting. However that also means she might make some really weird meals.
It's something you'll have to deal with if you're with her and might have to develop a strong stomach. She already has it because she grew up in Zaun and ate a lot of different things. For you she wouldn't recommend some of them yet and she will try her best to make something that you'll like. And she won't get too offended if you don't eat her cooking right away.
"I made ya some breakfast, ta-da! It's a little sticky but don't worry, eat your fill and I'll clean up the mess later. Don't look at it like that, it might not look pretty but I promise ya it's so good. I could eat this every day. I hope I'll get to eat it together it with ya every day, sugar."
Vi doesn't know how to cook because she never had the opportunity to learn. The first few dishes are bad, like really bad, almost burn the toast and eggs type of bad but Vi she isn't the kind of person to give up. She'll keep trying until she gets it right.
There have been times where she did burn things and she won't let you eat it since it's not right. She wants you to have the best of the best, even if she didn't. Might get a little distracted when you're in the kitchen with her so she prefers to cook by herself even if you're there with her. Regardless of how many times she gets it wrong she at least wants to learn to cook your favorite.
"Yes, this is burned toast but this time it's not my fault, it's yours. Well you're the one who walked in here looking all cute and distracted me. One kiss is all it takes if it's from you, sweet stuff. Sit down and let me do this right and if you do you'll get something sweeter than this."
Caitlyn knows how to cook really well. She did grow up with people doing the cooking for her however she was curious and wanted to learn how to do it on her own. She's a very hand-on learner, now she can use some of her skills to make you happy.
She gets up really early anyways so she might as well make breakfast for the both of you. The first time she brings you breakfast in bed she thinks your reaction is cute, the way you stare at her, eyes wide and drooling over the food. For her it's not odd to have breakfast in bed. And if you stick with her you'll get used to her pampering you. Be sure to tell her how the food tastes.
"Good morning, darling, I brought you something. See, I didn't just brag about my cooking skills, this is me showing you I can cook. Showing off? Suppose I am a little bit, it's not my fault you didn't really think I would bring you breakfast in bed."
Maddie can cook some dishes but she can cook them well. Her skills aren't anything impressive but they don't need to be because she can get take out too. But she is more than happy to share what ever she makes with you.
She falls back on take out more often than she would like to admit. However not when she invites you over to her place, then she will put her best foot forward. A lot of that is because she wants to impress you hard, but it also gets her to work on her skills either way she wins. She keeps looking at you very intently while you take that first bite. Thankfully she doesn't seem to do a bad job if your smile is anything to go by.
"I'm not weird for watching you eat, it's called being smitten, gorgeous. Anything you do is interesting to me, you know that by now. This isn't empty flattery. I already got you to eat my cooking, I don't need to butter you up at this point."
Ekko isn't the best cook out there, he will be completely honest with you. While he does know the basic things you can't really expect anything fancy. If anything he focuses more on the dish being filling than tasty.
The thing about him cooking for the two of you is that he can only do it on his free time, which isn't a lot. Therefore he wants to make it a bonding activity. A cute date of sorts, mostly in the late evening when the rest of work is done. Sometimes he will try to surprise you but its hard when his living space isn't that big and everyone knows everything in the Firelights. The gesture counts.
"There wasn't much time so it's pretty simple, but at least it's your favorite, Firefly. No, I actually finished the new project, I had extra time to kill. Please, don't thank me! It seemed only right for me to make you something after you cheered me up this morning."
Vander knows how to cook really, really well. He kids to raise, and he was on his own for a very long time, he had to become a good cook. Plus he makes awesome drinks, being a good cook was a bonus skill for him.
He's always the first one to wake up and start the day in the Last Drop and he always makes breakfast for everyone. Not just breakfast but every meal, his kids need to eat a lot, there's always a little left over for later. Even if he feels a little sleepy himself he at least wants to put something on the table. It's the dad instincts in him. And husband instincts, hopefully.
"Don't ya even think about sneaking up on me right now, darlin'. I've got a pan full of sizzling hot oil in my hand, I don't want it all over us. Hugs are fine, I always love ya being close to me, but keep your hands to yourself. We both know ya get handsy in the morning."
Silco didn't know how to cook before he adopted Jinx, since then he's had to learn. It wasn't easy but now he does know a lot and he can impress the woman he's dating. Now when you stay over you can expect good for for your date, and good food when you wake up.
When the dating gets more serious he lets you help him cook, but until then he pretty much does it on his own. Jinx will go nowhere near the kitchen alone, not after that one explosion. He does have a list of recipes that he makes the most. And a few that he made up. Sometimes ingredients are hard to come by so he needs to improvise.
"Pass me the flour would you, love? This time I will follow the recipe, yes, the last time there was a bit too much sugar in there. I know you liked it but it's not the healthiest thing now is it? Fine, call me a worried dad, I know you think it's attractive."
Sevika isn't able too cook that well, she never was, she always liked others cooking for her though. However when you tease her about it she takes it as a challenge. And you know damn well that she doesn't back down from a challenge.
Curses a lot when she messes up, though you can bet that she's not gonna let food be the thing that beats her. When you walk into the kitchen it's a mess which will take a while to clean up. But at least she managed to make the dish this time and it's quite good. For her hard work you give her a very passionate kiss and that just makes her wanna work harder. That's the best reward she can ask for.
"One kiss for at that work, doll? I think I earned myself a little more than that, maybe you on the table instead of all this food. Yeah, I know it's gonna get cold, you're right. Can't let all this hard work go to waste, but when we're done we have to work all that food off."
Viktor doesn't have as much time to cook as he could if he worked a bit less. Not that his skills are award worthy but he can make a few things, at least in his opinion. Give his cooking a chance.
When he was a student in the academy he had to learn how to make quick meals and that is where most of his strength is. Just very simple dishes but he knows how to make them well. There are times when he himself forgets to eat so he makes sure he gets a good meal when he can. If you're part of that that's even better. Having you eat his cooking makes cooking more fun.
"If you think cooking this is so easy then you make it will you, beautiful? Ah so now you like it, I see how it is. I'm just kidding, I love making food for you when I can. But if you want to make it yourself please let me do a taste test first. I promise to be brutally honest, just like you are with me."
Jayce has absolutely no skills in the kitchen unless you need him to fix or build things in there. He knows this too and will admit it right away. Trust him he is much better in science than in cooking food.
That being said he will join you in the kitchen when you cook. He takes an interest in it because the way you cook makes his mouth water. When he learns about what your favorite food is he wants to lean how to cook it. However he does this in secret because he wants to surprise you. Sure enough he's able to get the biggest smile out of you when he presents you with your favorite meal.
"I learned it secretly, all for you, babe. Well I am quite good with my hands and I enjoy working, that was just another excuse to learn. Of course I don't have an ulterior motive for it! But if I did... and if it was kissing... would you kiss me for doing a good job?"
Mel is actually an amazing cook and knows a ton of recipes. Including your favorites of course. Do you really think she'd invite you over and offer you nothing to eat?
It's been a long time since she had to cook for anyone but herself but she's not bad at it at all. She has high standards when it comes to good food specifically because she holds herself to high standards. It doesn't matter how simple or complicated the meal is. When she invites you over and offers to make you food you better believe you're eating good that night. Not strictly food either.
"Beloved, slow down a little, the food isn't going anywhere and neither am I. We have all night. Every time I make food I do so because I want to enjoy a good meal, and you should too. And please be careful, I don't want you to choke, on the food that is."
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solstrÄle engen ft. @wileys-russo 's fresa! sol struggles with school, and facing the threat of having to repeat the year, ingrid and mapi try to get her some study help. it doesn't go... exceptionally well.
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It was more frustrating than anything. For years, you hadnât really given school much thought, or put in very much effort. And then, suddenly, youâd been shipped off to Spain and everything was different. Everything changed again six months later, and suddenly, school felt like something that held a lot more weight.
You didnât have many opportunities to make Ingrid and Mapi proud of you. Sure, theyâd say they were proud of you when you asked for help while having a panic attack, or for setting some sort of boundary. That just didnât feel⊠right. It didnât feel like it was enough. They were bending over backwards, every day, to make you feel known and seen and loved, and the least you could do was show that they were helping you, right?
So, very suddenly, school was important. Grades were important. It seemed, though, that the years of not caring and not paying attention had taken their toll. Because you studied, and you actually tried but it wasnât enough. Your grades were still⊠mediocre. Nothing to brag about.Â
You worked harder, to no avail. You tried different methods of studying, you devoted hours and hours to your schoolwork, and⊠no improvement. So much of your work felt like it went way over your head.Â
You had promised yourself you wouldnât be upset when you handed Ingrid the test youâd gotten back. She had a busy week and she really didnât need you breaking down over a stupid test, like you had earlier in the school bathroom. Your plan was to bypass your sister and her girlfriend, head straight to your room, and maybe slam the door. If you acted angry, they were more likely to give you space to calm down, which meant there was much less of a chance youâd get all pathetic and upset. Â
Only, youâd forgotten that Ingrid had known you were getting the test back today, having seen you study and study and study for it. Your sister was sure that since you studied so much, it must be a good grade, and she had a magnet all ready to attach your exam to the fridge.Â
The minute you walked into the house and saw her waiting in the kitchen, freshly showered from training, an expectant and excited look on her face, you shrunk in on yourself, very suddenly wanting a hug more than you wanted to cry silently into your pillow all alone.
âHowâd you do?!â Ingrid asked excitedly, her smile only faltering when your lip began to wobble. âSolstrĂ„le?â
âIâm sorry.â You choked out tugging the collar of your shirt up over your eyes before she could see you begin to cry. Ingridâs arms were wrapping around you only a moment later, holding you tight against her as she floundered, confused as to what had upset you.
âHey, itâs okay. Whatever happened, itâs alright. Iâve got you.â Ingrid promised, making eye contact over your head with Mapi, who had wandered into the kitchen and caught sight of you trembling against your sister.Â
Ingrid thought something must have happened at school, and Mapi quickly came to the same conclusion. The thought that youâd done poorly on your test, and this was the reason behind your distress, never even crossed her mind. Ingrid had never known you to care much about your grades, and while you were trying harder now, she didnât think something like a bad result could get you this upset.Â
âIâm really sorry. I tried my best.â You whimpered, briefly wondering when youâd turned into this person who cried at the drop of a hat and allowed her sister to hug you whenever you were upset. It was so different. Everything was so different.Â
âWhat are you sorry for?â She asked, heart melting a bit as Mapi walked closer and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, before perching on the counter. âTell me, Sol, tell me whatâs wrong.âÂ
Wordlessly, you withdrew from the comforting embrace of your sister and swung your bag off your shoulder. You unzipped it, pulling out the exam from the red folder Ingrid had neatly labeled for you. You handed it to her, eyes brimming with tears again at the sight of all the red marks all over the first page.Â
Ingridâs first instinct was to sigh, but youâd been with her long enough for her to know youâd just shut down. Not to mention that she knew how much work youâd been putting into this specific exam. Prepared to ask you what had gone wrong, she looked up to see that the tears had stopped. There wasnât a hint of emotion on your face, like you were preparing yourself to be yelled at. Ingrid had no such plans.
âOh, Sol. KjĂŠre, come here.â She said instead, pulling you back into her. There was some hesitation on your part, but after a second you melted into the hug, knowing that if Ingrid was upset, she would have told you so by now. âYou studied so hard, Iâm sorry it didnât go well.âÂ
âIâm sorry.â You said again, frowning when Ingrid pulled back and placed both her hands on your face, tilting your head up to look at her.Â
âYou have nothing to be sorry for. You tried your best, thatâs all I want from you.â
You shook your head, but didnât say anything, instead opting to stare at your shoes. You hadnât taken them off at the door, breaking one of Ingrid and Mapiâs rules. This additional mistake, regardless of how small it was, made you feel even worse. You couldnât do anything right.Â
A tattooed hand grabbed yours, and you looked up at Mapi. She had moved closer, holding the exam in one hand, her other gripping yours.Â
âThis is a passing grade, mi sol. Why are you so upset? Itâs not like you to get so worked up over school.â Your face flushed, but before you could step away, Mapiâs grip tightened, as if sheâd sensed you were about to run. âCome on, itâs us. You can tell us.âÂ
âI.. Itâs not good enough.â You stammered, looking between your sister and her girlfriend with genuine despair written all across your face. âI wanted to do well. For both of you., I wanted you to be proud of me.âÂ
âOh, Sol,â Ingrid sighed, exchanging a look with Mapi that only served to make you feel even more foolish. It had taken so much for you to admit why you were working so hard, and though you knew, logically, that Ingrid wasnât trying to make you feel dumb, she had.Â
You wrenched away from her, suddenly deciding that you didn't need her pity. Backing up until you hit the wall on the opposite side of the kitchen, you began to ramble. Unable to look either Ingrid or Mapi in the eye, you missed the sadness on their faces. âNo, forget it. Itâs fine. Itâs really fine. Itâs not a big deal, Itâs my own fault, Iâm too stupid to learn stuff my classmates already know-â
âHey!â Mapi cut in, sounding uncharacteristically stern. âYou are not stupid. Donât ever say that again.âÂ
You froze, staring at her with your mouth agape. Ingrid took a cautious step closer, aware she was toeing a thin line between you breaking down again, and pushing you into anger.Â
âYou arenât stupid.â Ingrid echoed. âYouâre not stupid, and you know you arenât. Itâs just one exam, Sol, it doesnât make or break anything.âÂ
At this, you averted your eyes, a blush creeping up your neck. This exam could be a determining factor in your educational career. Ingrid just didnât really know that information yet. Like a bloodhound, though, Ingrid caught the scent of your secret, her eyebrows raising as she stared at you.Â
âIt doesnât make or break anything, right?âÂ
It was a staring contest for a few moments, one you and Ingrid both knew she would win, yet you kept it going all the same. The silence became too intense, the gazes of your sister and her girlfriend breaking your resolve rather quickly. With a heavy sigh, you reached for your bag yet again and pulled out a slightly wrinkled envelope.Â
Ingrid held her hand out expectantly, apprehension clear on her face. You handed her the envelope, eyes still training on the floor.Â
âSolstrĂ„le. This is addressed to me.â Ingrid huffed, removing the letter from inside and beginning to read it. Mapi moved forward, peeking over her girlfriendâs shoulder, eyes quickly scanning over the letter. You braced yourself, prepared for the worst.Â
The last time youâd brought home something like this⊠youâd ended up living in Spain. Which was potentially the best thing that could have happened, but you had a feeling the consequences of this letter wouldnât work out as well.Â
Your sister placed the paper down on the counter, raking her fingers through her hair as she thought for a moment. She wasnât quite sure what to say. Part of her wanted to yell, but when was that ever the right choice? Before she could decide, MarĂaâs shoulder bumped into hers. Her girlfriend nodded in your direction, clearly trying to get Ingrid to see how terrified you were.Â
And Ingrid couldnât yell at you when you were like this, all sad and scared with your head bowed and your arms folded across your chest protectively.Â
âSol?â She said, her tone much quieter and kinder than you were expecting it to be. You looked up at her, shocked further to see that she didnât look very angry. âWhy didnât you give this to me last week when they sent it?âÂ
Ingrid nodded towards the date on the letter, and you exhaled shakily. âI⊠I was hoping I could just try really hard for the rest of the year and do really well in all my classes and it would be fine.âÂ
Your sister nodded slowly, reading the letter over again.Â
Mapi took the opportunity to chime in, her hand absentmindedly resting on your sisterâs back, even as she fixed her warm gaze on you. âNena, that is a lot for you to carry all by yourself. Having the threat of maybe needing to repeat the year hanging over your head⊠you should have told us.âÂ
You shrugged, blinking away the moisture pooling in your eyes at Mapiâs tone. âI didnât want to disappoint you guys.â You mumbled.Â
âYou havenât disappointed anyone!â Mapi exclaimed, frowning when you just scoffed in response. âIâm serious, Sol. We saw you study and study for this exam. You did your best, youâre doing your best. Thatâs all we can ask from you.âÂ
âMy best isnât good enough! Iâm going to fail and have to repeat the year.â You cried, throwing your hands up in the air in exasperation. The mere thought of another year of school was horrifying.Â
Ingrid finally put the letter down, a blazingly determined expression on her face. âNo. Youâre not going to fail anything. Weâll help you, weâll reach out to your teachers, weâll get you extra help. Weâll figure it out, Sol, but youâre not going to fail. Not if I have anything to say about it.âÂ
For anyone else, that may have sounded overbearing. For you, though, it just felt supportive. It felt like you werenât dealing with this yourself anymore, and that was a relief you didnât know you needed.Â
âOkay.â You said quietly. âThanks.âÂ
Luckily, your sister knew you well enough to understand that after such an intense conversation, youâd need some time to yourself to process.Â
âHey,â Ingrid said, catching your wrist and turning you around slightly before you could leave the room. âIâm already proud of you, and the person you are. You could fail every test for the rest of your life, and Iâd still be proud of you. Okay?â
You blinked at her for a prolonged second, before you nodded jerkily. Turning to head up the stairs to your room, you changed your mind, spinning back around and falling into your sister. She hugged you tight, as she always did, and you wondered briefly how you got so lucky.Â
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It was the following day that Mapi and Ingrid proposed their plan. Before theyâd even said anything, you knew a few things.Â
One, that they were excited about whatever plan theyâd cooked up that day at training.Â
And two, that you werenât really going to have a choice in the matter.Â
As a general rule, Ingrid and Mapi didnât make you do many things. If they thought something was important, theyâd encourage you to try it a few times, and then theyâd let you stop if you still didnât like it. That was how it had been for the schoolâs climbing club, the schoolâs hiking club, and the schoolâs baking club. All those were activities you enjoyed, but⊠activities you enjoyed doing yourself.
Well, not always.You loved to climb and hike with Ingrid. Frido, too, sometimes. And you could bake for hours with Mapi helping, measuring out ingredients and getting baking flour everywhere. But doing any of the above with strangers who spoke in rapid, fluent Spanish or catalan, was not fun. It was anxiety inducing.Â
You knew this was about to be another one of those ideas, the ones you had to give a fair shot.Â
It was at dinner, and you were trying to hide the wince everytime you picked up your water glass with your right hand, your wrist intensely aching after the time you spent in the climbing gym after school. It always hurt when you climbed for too long, though it was getting worse with every passing day. Another problem for another day, you decided, seeing the barely contained glee on Mapiâs face as she cleared her throat.Â
âWhat?â You said suspiciously, putting your fork down and narrowing your eyes at the Spaniard.Â
Mapi opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, Ingrid chimed in.Â
âMapiâs made you a playdate!â She said, smirking when her girlfriend wacked her in the arm.Â
âIngrid, that is not going to help me convince her.â Mapi huffed, sitting back in her chair and crossing her arms over her chest.Â
Still unamused, you continued to frown at Mapi. âIâd love it if you didnât keep proposing ideas that youâd need to convince me of. Teaching you how to rock climb, trying to get that stain out of my favorite sweatshirt yourself, being the keeper while you practiced your free kicks, helping you build that bonfireââ
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â Mapi dismissed.Â
âYou got stuck on the rock wall, my sweatshirt has a hole in it, the ball hit me so hard in the stomach I threw up, and both of us lost part of our eyebrows!âÂ
Mapi glared at you, while Ingrid hid her face behind her hand as her body shook with silent laughter.Â
âWell this plan,â Mapi sighed, âis Ingrid AND Alexia approved.âÂ
That wiped the smile off your face.Â
âAlexia? What does she have to do with this?âÂ
There were a few things you knew for certain about Mapi. One, she didnât give up easily. Another, that she wanted more than anything for you to be friends with Alexiaâs little sister. And from the sly smile on her face, you were almost sure you knew where this was headed.Â
âI asked her to ask Fresa to tutor you!â
âNo.â You said immediately.Â
Mapi continued like you hadnât spoken. âFresa is a bit younger than you, but already finished your year! Sheâs studying to be a nurse, sheâs very smart. Fres speaks English and she can help you with your Spanish and any other school things you need help with.âÂ
âNo.â You repeated, looking helplessly at your sister. Ingrid looked to finally be taking the situation seriously, a familiar look on her face; one you knew meant that no matter how much you argued, she was going to get her way. Meanwhile, Mapi was still droning on.Â
ââget along great with her! I think you guys have a lot in common, and it could be fun and educational!âÂ
âAnd you know all the best things are fun and educational.â Ingrid chimed in cheerily, this time her face telling you to go along with Mapiâs idea because she was excited about it, or else.Â
âEducational.â You said sarcastically. âSuper!âÂ
Still, you agreed, Mapi grinned at you, and Ingrid patted your back reassuringly. Mapi had a lot of bad ideas. You were pretty sure this would turn out to be the worst.Â
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You always spent more time at the climbing gym when things were rough. Back in Norway, youâd spend multiple hours a day, everyday, there. It was one of your tells; Ingrid always knew something was bothering you if you went to climb right after school. It was your way of shoving your emotions down before you could feel them, before your sister could read the hurt on your face and give you one of those tight hugs that brought tears to your eyes.Â
Only, sometimes climbing didnât do it. Sometimes, it felt like the walls were closing in, like you were about to suffocate, if you didnât have some time completely by yourself to think. On those days, you really preferred to hike. You hadnât felt that urge in a while; the urge to just disappear for hours, walk until your legs felt like they were going to fall up, and sit at the top of the trail until the world felt like a place you wanted to be in again. The last time had been back in Norway, after a day you didnât even want to think about.Â
Yet you found yourself in that same familiar mindset after your first study session with Fresa.Â
It hadnât gone well. You tried to go into it confident, sure that if you acted chill enough, sheâd maybe miss that you had no idea what you were doing with your schoolwork.Â
Confident, even as you arrived 15 minutes late. Scout had gotten his favorite toy, a small tiger that squeaked, stuck under the sofa, and it had taken you time you didnât have to get it out for him. You could have left it, but Ingrid and Mapi werenât home and you knew Scout would just sit by the couch and cry the whole time you were gone if you didnât get his tiger out for him, and you couldnât bear the thought of leaving him to be so upset. And then youâd had a hard time finding a parking space at the library, and the directions inside were all in Spanish and Fresa had texted you to follow the signs to the study rooms but you misread the sign and went to the opposite end of the library before figuring out your mistake. And you would have texted you were going to be late, because you hated being late, but your phone was dead and the cord from your car had gone missing.Â
When you entered the room, Fresa already looked annoyed.Â
Annoyed, with her hair pulled back into a ponytail, twirling a pen repeatedly in an almost unconscious manner. She looked very⊠put together.Â
âLlegas tarde.â She commented, rolling her eyes when you didnât reply. Your face flushed a bit as she must have picked up on your confusion, repeating herself in english. âYou are late.âÂ
Any other time, you would have known what she said. Your issue wasnât really understanding Spanish, it was more speaking and reading it. You felt weirdly flustered though today, like your brain was distracted and not quite able to follow what the other girl was saying. Anxious, too, at this social situation youâd been forced into.Â
Briefly, you thought about explaining about Scout and the tiger and the parking space and the signs being in Spanish, but then you realized Fresa wouldnât care about any of that. So instead, you just nodded and apologized, feeling your heart start to pound from the anxiety of the situation.Â
You didnât like talking to new people. Especially pretty new people who spoke a different language and were looking at you like you werenât very smart. Even if you thought that yourself⊠you didnât want anyone else to think so. Any intention of actually asking Fresa for help with the mountains of stuff you were confused with went out the window, then, and you almost subconsciously decided to just⊠try to get through without letting her know quite how lost you were.Â
Fresa was alarmingly smart. She kept asking you questions about your work, about what you needed help with. Everything didnât feel like an answer you wanted to give. Fresa seemed organized, though, and you assumed letting her take the lead and decide what to work on would placate her. Instead, she just looked more and more annoyed with every passing second.
 She kept asking questions about this paper and that paper and you didnât know what papers she was talking about. You felt so stupid. More stupid than when youâd failed your test last week.Â
âHow do you even find the right paper in there?â Fresa asked, pulling a judgemental look as you rifled through your bag, searching for the article she was asking for.
Your bag was a mess, you knew it was a mess. Youâd knocked your coffee over all your folders a few days ago, sitting at the counter when Scout barked and startled you. That was oddly upsetting in and of itself because Ingrid had gotten you the folders and labeled them for you and you felt like youâd destroyed something nice sheâd done for you. You hadnât told her, not wanting to hurt her feelings or anything, so now your school papers were living crinkled and disorganized in your bag.
And you were pretty sure the article Fresa was asking for had been a casualty of the coffee incident, because youâd scanned the paper and thought it wasnât important before throwing it out. The Spanish had confused you, and you hadnât realized youâd need the article for an assignment. Stupid.Â
 You were feeling more and more embarrassed as the minutes passed. And, maybe, your reaction to feeling embarrassed was always anger. You pulled out a random piece of paper, slamming it down onto the table with more force than necessary in your haste to give the Spaniard something.Â
Fresa instantly knew that what youâd given her wasnât the right article, asking again if you had it as you shoved the other paper back into your bag.Â
Logically, you knew you should just⊠admit you threw it away because you didnât realize you needed it. For some reason, you just couldnât get the words out of your mouth. You couldnât get any words out of your mouth, feeling shockingly like crying. Nothing was going right and you were making yourself look like an idiot and all you could do was shrug as Fresa looked at you and took a deep breath.Â
Then, she seemed to come to some kind of realization, her expression softening slightly.Â
âCan you not read this? The spanish?âÂ
You flinched, feeling your face flush. Again, the reply of âno I canât, would you please help me?â seemed to evade you. Instead, you spewed some lie about being able to read the article, calling Fresaâs questions stupid and telling her she was wasting your time.Â
Fresa seemed to have reached her breaking point, her voice rising as yours had. You didnât really hear what she said, much too distracted by the way her eyebrows knitted together when she was frustrated, and the way her hand tightly gripped the pen she was holding.Â
Then, she made an offensive impression of your shrugging. And if you hadnât been angry before, you were absolutely fuming now.Â
So what if you were quiet? It wasnât like you really needed to talk much, considering how many questions sheâd asked. You were furious at being called out for all your bullshit, feeling like a mess compared to the perfect girl next to you. A very angry mess whoâd had a long day and was cursing one MarĂa LeĂłn for making her do this and cursing the beautiful girl next to her for being so infuriating. Â
âAlexiaâs super little sister. Everyone says you are so smart. Can you not see I do not want your help? You want to be a doctor, no? So go find someone who does.âÂ
Fresaâs nostrils flared as she shoved her chair away from the table and got to her feet. She began angrily putting her stuff into her bag, and you remained completely still, unable to stop this whole meeting from going up in flames.Â
âEres un maldita idiota!â Fresa snapped, her face red with anger.Â
There wasnât really anything worse she could have said to you at that moment.Â
âSnobbete kjerring.â You threw back, feeling a sharp spike of satisfaction when she zipped her bag angrily, completely incapable of understanding what youâd called her.Â
âYou know, I did this as a favor, tonta. I have worked all day, I came right here after my shift, on time. I have my own studies to do because yes, I want to be a nurse. I am smart, and I know what I want to do with my life. Maybe if you get your head out of your own ass, Engen, you might too! And you are right, this is a waste of time. My time!â
Fresa stomped out of the room, then, and you waited until she was out of sight before dropping your head into your hands with a deep sigh.Â
That couldnât have gone⊠any worse. And though it was probably all mostly your fault, you couldnât help the resentment building for the intelligent, stuck up girl that had thrown insult after insult at you, hitting you in all the places it hurt. You packed your own stuff up once you were sure you wouldnât run into Fresa again in the parking lot or something, shuffling dejectedly to your car.
The overthinking had begun. Was it really overthinking, you wondered, if youâd actually completely fucked up and the reasons for your anxiety were entirely reasonable? You werenât sure, and you supposed it didnât matter, your thoughts quickly spiraling as you rewinded the short meeting in your head.Â
The shrugging had really gotten to her, but you werenât sure what else to do. When in doubt, you had learned silence got you the best results. Often, no one really cared what you had to say anyway. Fresa was different, though, looking at you with her wide eyes, expecting an answer. It was intimidating. It scared you, honestly, how well the other girl seemed to see right through you.Â
And maybe⊠maybe there were some other feelings brewing. Ones you didnât want to consider. Feeling that didnât even matter given the way Fresa had stormed out. It didnât seem like there would be another study session.
This led you to your other problem. Youâd fucked this up. Something your sister and Mapi had gone out of their way to set up for you, because they didnât want you to have to repeat the year.Â
You didnât like to make mistakes. Every single one you made carried the risk that Ingrid would lose her patience with you, and give up. She hadnât yet, and youâd messed up a fair amount in the past several months, but you couldnât let yourself believe that no mistake could push her away. That just wasnât a possibility. So, rather than face your failure, tell Ingrid and Mapi how awkward and weird youâd been, you ran.Â
Or walked, you supposed. Your study session with Fresa had ended at 4:00, and it was almost 8 when you found yourself at the top of your favorite trail, legs scratched and aching, as the sun slipped below the horizon. Your phone was still dead and now Ingrid was absolutely going to kill you for going off the grid.Â
You broke traffic laws on the way home, any peace youâd found at the top of the hiking trail entirely gone as anxiety began to build up inside of you again.Â
Stepping into the house, you slipped off your muddy shoes, wincing at the blood trickling down the few cuts on your legs. Before you could even set your car keys down, though, footsteps were pounding down the hallway towards you.Â
âOh, thank god.â Ingrid gasped, sounding alarmingly emotional as she rushed forward and crushed you into a hug. âSheâs here!âÂ
âDios mio.â Mapi muttered, appearing over your sisterâs shoulder a moment later. Ingrid pulled away from you, her hands on your shoulders keeping you at arm's length. Her face quickly transformed from relieved to furious.Â
âWhere the hell have you been?â She hissed.Â
âIââ
âDo you have any idea how worried Iâve been? You didnât call, you didnât text. You were supposed to be home hours ago, Sol. Your location wouldnât show up on my phone, Fresa even said you ended your meeting early,â Ingrid ranted, though you began to tune her out at the sound of her name.Â
âYou talked to Fresa?â You interrupted, ignoring the incredulous look on Ingridâs face, turning your attention towards Mapi who was staring stonily at you.Â
âThat doesnât fucking matter right now. Where were you? Are you drunk? High? Were you fighting?â Ingrid demanded.
Each accusation felt like a bullet to the heart as Ingrid grabbed your chin and yanked it towards her, looking intently at your eyes. You shoved her away angrily; Ingrid wasnât supposed to see you as that person anymore. She had promised that she didnât, that she knew you werenât a bad kid, that you had just been having a hard time. Now, though. She was looking at you like she didnât trust a word that was about to come out of your mouth.Â
âNo.â You spat at her, grabbing your phone from your pocket and slamming it on the front hall table. âI went on a hike after I met Fresa and my phone died. I lost track of time. I wasnât getting drunk or high and I wasnât fighting anybody, but thanks for having some faith in me.â Your voice dripped with sarcasm, and even though you expected Ingrid to soften with a bit of guilt, she only seemed emboldened with anger.Â
âDonât you dare turn this around on me. You were supposed to be back four hours ago SolstrĂ„le. Four! This was so irresponsible. Do you not care that we were worried? Do you not care that we were here waiting for you? That Mapi made dinner, and you were going to work on her bike? Or that we were supposed to make cookies? After everything weâve done for you, SolstrĂ„le, I expect more.â She was shouting at this point, pacing back and forth in front of you.Â
You looked to Mapi, hoping for her to step in and talk her girlfriend down, but she looked almost as mad as Ingrid was, and you shrunk in on yourself.
âYou areâŠ. you are grounded. This is unacceptable, and you better never let it happen again. That is not how family behaves SolstrĂ„le. Did you think about how worried we would be? I am so upset with you, so disappointed that you didnât think about anyone but yourself, that you were so selfishââ
âAlright, Ingrid. Enough.â Mapi cut in finally, stepping forward to grab her girlfriend's hand and squeeze it. You were frozen in front of your sister, fighting the sob that was building in your throat.Â
Ingrid stepped back, her face still red with anger. A hint of regret flickered across her face at the sight of your lip trembling and the tears in your eyes. Still, you looked confused, and Ingrid couldnât shove her anger down at your lack of understanding. She turned, stomping off towards the kitchen, leaving you and Mapi behind.Â
âSol-â
âIâm going to shower. Sorry, Mapi. Iâm sorry.â You mumbled, pushing past her and heading up the stairs before the Spaniard could get out another word. Â
Mapi sighed tiredly, rubbing her hand over her face. Her Engens were going to make her go grey.Â
â
You had only just pulled some pajamas on after your shower when Mapi knocked, her gentle voice calling to you from the hall.Â
âYeah?â You called back, voice gravelly from all the sobbing you had done in the shower.Â
Mapi entered, the first aid kit in her hands and a much calmer expression on her face. She was in her pajamas, too, clearly having been waiting up for you to get out of the shower. It had been a long one. Another thing to be sorry for, keeping Mapi awake.Â
âCan I help with your legs?â She wondered, gesturing to the many cuts that littered them.
Shrugging noncommittally, you sunk down onto the edge of the bed, Mapi soon taking a seat opposite you. She pulled your calf up to rest across her lap, getting out the antiseptic spray and a few bandages. You purposefully looked away, barely having been able to get the blood off in the shower without getting light headed.Â
âAre you okay, mi sol?â Mapi murmured, fanning her hands over the cuts so the spray would dry faster. Mapi had a way of looking at you, eyes crinkled with concern and kindness, that made you want to burst into tears. You fought that instinct.Â
âI am fine.âÂ
Mapi sighed, unwrapping a few of the bandages and beginning to carefully put them on you.Â
âThen someone else was crying in the shower while you were in there?âÂ
No reply came, and Mapi sighed again, tapping your leg to tell you she was done with that one.Â
âLook, I know Ingrid was harsh, but you have to understand how worried she was. How worried we both were. I know you still remember the things you wrote in that letter all those months ago. Things like that donât just go away, Sol, and when you disappear for hours without a word, we worry.âÂ
This time, Mapi got a shrug in reply, and a small sniffle. She finished up with your other leg, gently pushing it off her lap and pulling you into a soft hug. âItâs okay, SolstrĂ„le. Everything is fine now.âÂ
You scoffed through your tears. âNothing is fine, Mapi. I screwed up with Fresa, I screwed up with Ingrid. They both probably hate me. Please, just go. Iâm tired.âÂ
Mapi shook her head. âYouâre upset, I just want toââ
âNo Mapi, just leave me be.â You tried to sound firm, but your voice was shaking almost as much as your hands were, and you were sure you just came off as pathetic.Â
âAlright, nena. I love you, hmm? Donât be too hard on yourself.âÂ
You remained silent, flopping back onto your bed as Mapi walked out of the room. Scout hopped up on the bed in her absence, licking your cheek twice before curling into your side.Â
It wasnât being too hard on yourself; the self hatred you felt in that moment was completely justified. You were very sure of that.Â
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You were tucked into bed when the door creaked open again, Scout not even bothering to lift his head from where it was tucked into the comforter draped over your leg. You blinked your eyes open and they widened in surprise at the sight of Ingrid walking into the room, hair messy as though sheâd been tossing and turning. She neared the edge of your bed, leaning down and kissing your forehead gently.Â
âGoodnight, sweetheart. I donât hate you, okay? I love you very much. Everything is going to be okay, so just try to get some rest.âÂ
You nodded weakly, impatiently pushing a tear off your cheek with the back of your hand. âIâm sorry, Ingrid. Really sorry.âÂ
âItâs alright. Youâre safe, yes? And thatâs all that really matters.â Ingrid promised, and you nodded, sniffling pathetically. âWe can talk more tomorrow, but just go to sleep, okay? Everything is fine.âÂ
âLove you.â You mumbled, Ingrid smiling softly down at her. You didnât often say that first, something Ingrid attributed to having said it to your Mamma and not heard it back so many times.Â
âI love you.â Ingrid replied, patting your cheek twice before tucking the covers up tighter around you, and heading out of the room.Â
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You woke up to a few unexpected things the next morning. One, it was almost 11 and Scout hadnât woken you up demanding a walk. In fact, Scout was nowhere to be found. Two, the sounds of Mapiâs Spanish soap and Ingridâs clanging around the kitchen echoed through the house. Youâd forgotten they had the day off today. Ingrid must have taken Scout out to let you sleep in.Â
The first two unexpected things, then, were explainable. The third⊠was not.Â
A text from Fresa.Â
Tuesday at the library. If you want to give it another shot. I think I can help.Â
You thought about the way youâd behaved, and the way Fresa had spoken to you. Before you could delete the thread with her and close your phone, though, you thought about the letter youâd hidden from your sister. The excited smile on Mapiâs face when youâd agreed to let Fresa tutor you.Â
Before you quite knew what you were doing, you pulled the message back up, your fingers typing away without you telling them to.
Yeah. Iâd appreciate that. What time?Â
There was something that drew you to Fresa, even as she infuriated you. Maybe it was how her voice had softened when sheâd asked if you couldnât read the Spanish on the paper, or maybe it was how sheâd smiled unconsciously, watching Alexia score a goal the past weekend. It was a nice smile. And she had a nice voice.Â
None of it really made any sense to you, but youâd already sent the text.Â
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For some reason, you felt a bit awkward. There was something very odd about knowing Mapi had been upset with you, because normally that was just Ingrid. But you knew Mapi had been just as worried last night as Ingrid, and just as upset. Sheâd been in the garage all morning, too, and you wondered if she was avoiding you or allowing you to decide to come to her if you wanted to talk.
After the 5th time you glanced at the door to the garage, though, Ingrid rolled her eyes from where she was sitting at the other end of the couch, typing away on her computer.Â
âGo talk to her. Sheâs not angry, I promise.âÂ
Ingrid wasnât angry anymore, either. Youâd spoken with her practically first thing when youâd woken up, apologizing again and again and emphasizing that you hadnât really realized how your actions would have affected Ingrid until it was too late.Â
Youâd told her about a time back in Norway when youâd stayed out all night after a fight with your Mamma, and when youâd come home the next morning, she hadnât even noticed that youâd been gone. Ingrid understood a bit more, then, and was quick to hug you tight and whisper that she forgave you.
And even though Mapi had come in last night and tried to make you feel better, you knew she might have been waiting to be upset until she knew for sure you were okay. That made you even more nervous.Â
Ingrid snorted from behind you when you knocked on the door to the garage, as normally you just walked right in. You shot her a glare, stepping inside the garage at the sound of Mapiâs quiet come in.Â
The defender didnât glance up as you walked in, but you took a seat in the chair next to her. Your chair.Â
It was quiet for a moment, the sounds of Mapiâs metal tool gently clanging against the bike.Â
âWhat did Fresa say to you last night?â You blurted out, face flushing red because why was that the first thing out of your mouth.Â
Mapi fixed you with a half amused look, shaking her head. âThat is what youâre asking?âÂ
âNo.â You sighed. âAre you mad at me?âÂ
âNo.â Mapi echoed, going quiet for a moment as she thought. âNot mad. Itâs just hard for me, Sol. Last night, you didnât even think that weâd be worried about you and where you were. It just makes me a bit sad.â
âOh.âÂ
âAnd itâs not your fault, nena. I just worry for you.âÂ
You nodded slowly. âIâm really sorry. I should have thought about how worried you guys would have been.â
Mapi gave you a half smile. âI know you are. And you wonât do it again sĂ?âÂ
Your head bobbed up and down rapidly as you agreed, more sure than youâd ever been that youâd not be doing something that stupid again.Â
âNow. Why are you so concerned with what Fresa said to me, hmm? What did you do?"
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Getting closer (Kang Hyewon)
âAll Iâm saying isââ Hyewon looks away, drink in hand, taking a little sip, calm and alluring as ever, âif you only want to see me naked, then you could have just said so.â
You widely stare back, silent, indifferentâor at least pretend to be. Itâs gotten you a fair amount of awards, after all. Itâs not the slightest bit of convincing whatsoever. Â
She laughs, softly, as if this was the expected outcome. âSo Iâm taking that as an admission.âÂ
Setting down the near-empty wine glass on the bathroom sink, Hyewon attempts to walk away, only to be stopped by a sudden pull. Your hand appears tightly wrapped around her dainty wrist, unwilling to let go. Your eyes aimlessly wander up and down the empty void that is her black dress. There are hardly any thoughts behind that predictably empty head of yours, only the simplest of desires.
You catch the subtlest grin forming on her saccharine lips. You fucking hate how she makes you feel. How she makes your heart race with every exchange.
Despite all the time youâve spent together, you wish you got to know her better.
âââââ
The last year and a half of your career has mostly centered around one thing, or in this case, one person: Kang Hyewon. Thereâs also this drama starring your pairing as co-leads, and youâve been promoting together, but your names make up more of the headlines than the very show. Your names are synonymously tied together akin to an actual couple.
Unsurprisingly, Hyewon is damn gorgeous. Itâs how sheâs getting the calls to begin with. Another one of those former singers turned actors looking to be taken seriously within the larger entertainment industry. Most never make it past their first project and fall back on their old careers, with some completely flaming out of the spotlight altogether. Sheâs an exception. A minor part here, a supporting cameo thereâuntil sheâs more than pleasant eye candy. A starlet who knows how to pick what roles would showcase her talents the most.Â
Sheâs the perfect blend of beauty goddess and hotshot young star that the internet can get behind.
So it comes as a surprise when sheâs casted as second fiddle to you, the first billingâand everyone comes away talking about her more. The scene stealer.Â
(This plucky rival agent, investigating a case your character has been trailing for years, barely scraping by with the thinnest of clues, only for her to uncover the mystery only days after starting the investigation. The writing screams Mary Sue, but she acts convincing and vulnerable enough to escape the scathing think pieces thatâs commonly associated with such characters. Not to mention: you both look damn good together on screen and during your public appearances.
Itâs a team that sailed a thousand shipsâboth for your characters and in the real world.)
The consummate professional you are, you donât think much of it. Your filming experience can only be described as businesslike. Except for the scenes where youâre together on screen, youâve been separated at armsâ length, only exchanging words between takes to keep any further relationship from developing. Itâs only during the press tour where youâve finally gotten somewhat close.
Perhaps a little too close for comfort. Enough to make video compilations by overzealous fans who think you and Hyewon are really an item. The evidence is everywhereâin interviews, behind the scenes content, and on both your Instagram pages. At least, thatâs what they want to believe. Everyone else brushes it off as two hot people being hot together, and not much else.
Hereâs the thing: you love Hyewonâthat much is true. The question now is: does she love you back?
Thankfully, your duo doesnât get in the way of the show being lauded, despite making up a majority of its fandom. Positive reviews from both critics and viewers, especially in regards to your chemistry. The connection between you two is one in a million, something that canât be built over years and years of working together. It also helps your performances sell the dynamic incredibly wellâwell enough to create those delusional shippers that form the bedrock of your partnership.Â
Your names were positioned to go far during awards season. Not the consensus top pick, but as dark horse contenders to steal one every now and then. And while you both won your fair share of accolades, neither of you ended up walking away with the top prize. The conversation during the final ceremony of the year consisted primarily of the media and viewers talking about how your appearances together these last few monthsâand how youâre a match made in heaven.Â
Everyoneâs gonna miss this pairingâand so will you.
Now youâre back at square one. Having snuck away from the afterparty currently celebrating the dozen or so awards your show won earlier tonight, youâve brought Hyewon back to your hotel room. Neither of you cared once you both lost your respective categories. The pundits thought you each only had the slimmest of odds to win, so why bother. Hell, you were both itching to leave as soon as the red carpet concluded.Â
Itâs all behind you now. Youâre finally free from the glitz, glamor, and chaos of these vanity ceremonies and can really focus on what really mattersâthe pretty girl that you most likely wonât be seeing starring tomorrow. Your careers and interests couldnât be any further apart: your main focus is movies, while hers are dramas. Both of you remain booked and busy for the next few years with different projects, with not a single one reuniting you two for the foreseeable future.
Back to Hyewon. Sheâs looking down at her wrist, tightly held by your hand. She allows it. You can feel her pulse. You sense that your hearts are racing in unison, tense and anxious.
âAre you gonna do something?â she questions, daring you to pull the trigger. She knows something you donâtâor maybe you do. Youâre blinded by fear to realize it. âThe night is fleeting. If not now, then when?â
Her words ring through your head.Â
If not now, then when?
The same five words, ordered in the exact same wayâetched in tiny letters on her skin.
You still remember everythingâframe by frame, down to the last details. On screen, itâs implied. In your mind, it canonically happened. She took her shirt off, exposing herself and the scars of battle, and you were gonna go there. In your charactersâ supposed words, âCleanââ in your own unique way.
It was ultimately never shot. Bare minimum of fanservice and completely unnecessary, the director said.Â
The tattoo sticks out, not only because of how it's deeply embedded on her otherwise pristine, lithe figure, but also because it represents the last 18 months of your career.
During this period, there are a lot of things that youâve regretâand will regret. The fact youâve kept contact with her during filming at a minimum, keeping your interactions strictly between takes and creating a negative air around you in her eyes. The fact it took you so long to exchange numbers, only getting it done during the press tour. The fact that you never return her messages when she constantly reaches out to you, whether through text or on your Instagram. The fact you havenât thanked her enough times during your acceptance speeches, even when you mention her name in almost every other sentence. If thereâs anything you want to admit, itâs that Hyewon is everything.
Most importantly, the fact that you fucking love her, to the point where youâd yearn moments when youâre not beside herâand you still lack the will to confess to her. Even right now. When sheâs right at your fingertips.
Perhaps she knows this. The signs were there all along. How she often posts your red carpet photos together and tags you in them. How she also mentions you as much during her acceptance speeches and credits you as a reason for her improvements in acting, even referencing specific advice youâve given her. The biggest hint, however, are the dresses sheâs been wearing to these galas, most evident being tonight. Simple all black, tailor made for her frame, showing off her assets for flaunting to the cameras.Â
Earlier, she led you to an empty part of the theater to say something in private. âI wore this just for you,â she saidâand from that point, you had to get her alone, whatever it takes.
Really, Hyewon has no intention to leave tonight. Sheâs just waiting for those magic words. Thereâs no other logical reason for her to be here, other than for you.
She might as well be holding up a huge signpost with all her requests written in capital letters.Â
âIf youâre not gonna do anything,â she says, tone casual, slipping one strap of her dress down her shoulder, the one half of the fabric dropping a fair amount. âThen I might as well do it myself. I was hoping youâd take this off meââ
âStop.âÂ
You grab her other hand, close to touching the other strap, the dress more than ready to fall down. She raises her eyebrows in amusement. Afterward, she puts the seized hand down, convincing you to release the grip.Â
Another win for Hyewon. Youâve lost count as to how many times sheâs been messing with you throughout awards season. Probably in the hundreds. Thousands if you count the interviews and little jabs during her speeches. Every mention of your name is an immediate sign of trouble. You can sense sheâs enjoying every single moment, relishing the remaining time you have left. Meanwhile, itâs clear on your face that youâre stressed.Â
But for what?
âIf it hasnât gotten through your thick skull, then I have no choice but to explain it.â Hyewon climbs atop the bathroom sink, strong enough to lift herself off the ground. She pours the glass with new wine; itâs not meant for you. Her attitude flips instantaneously like a switch, composed and readying herself as if it were another photoshoot.Â
Taking a sip of the drink, she pours the rest all over her dress. It serves no purpose anymore. itâs undeniable that she knows what sheâs doing. That elegant yet cocky smile is permanently seared into your brain. Someone this haughty shouldnât be this beautiful and seductive. âYou can stand there and waste the night away, or you can do something about it. All up to you.â
You can only sigh. Whether out of wistfulness or annoyance is up for interpretation. You can add taking her back to your hotel room and taking this role in your ever growing list of regrets. When itâs all said and done, itâll definitely be as long as the career documentary theyâll make about you in 50 years.
What more do you have to lose?Â
This will all be behind you soon enough.
You finally stop giving her the cold shoulder. âGod, I really wish you werenât such a tease,â you remark, pulling on the dress strap she previously slid down. âBecause otherwise, it would have been so much easier.â
Hyewon seems to have taken your words seriously, because she suddenly kisses youâas in, relentlessly smothers you. Her arms wrap around your neck, slowly pulling you close into an embrace. She smells of alcohol and perfume. An unusual concoction that you can drown yourself in.
âOnly if you say the magic word,â she says, gently laughing between kisses. The lower half of your face is full of pale lipstick marks. It was foolish to think she had turned a new leaf, knowing how intentional Hyewon can be with everything.
Youâve really got no other choice.
âI love you,â you confess, but in the smallest audible voice imaginableâhiding that reluctance behind your tone.Â
Hyewon pulls herself back, smiling toothily at you, borderline snorting. Her expressions convey the idea that you told her a joke, which it may as well be.Â
âThatâs it? Doesnât sound like someone who loves me,â she remarks, tone evidently disparaging.
âFuck me.â The groan comes out instinctively, as if this wasnât your first time getting burned like this. Your head is raised to the ceiling, asking the gods for an out.
âThatâs my line,â she spouts, her response almost as instantaneous. Wit comes naturally to Hyewon. The countless viewers and interviewers whoâve laughed can speak on her behalf.
âYouâre gonna turn everything I say into a joke, are you?â you ask, knowing youâve willingly fallen for the easiest bait in the entire world.
âYouâre gonna turn everything I say into a joke, are you?â she repeats, mockingly imitating your voice, much to your utter chagrin. This isnât part of some romcom or a sketch. This is real. Everything comes back around to Hyewon. She laughsâbasks in your suffering.
Itâs the kind of trait that would leave you second guessing whether you really love her or not. As it turns out, the public loves celebrities with a playful sense of humor. Not even you are innocentâyouâve been caught red-handed on camera a few times. Hyewon doesnât need to reaffirm herself.
But she would love to hear it straight from the source.
âSay it. Say it.â Hyewon is urging youâdemanding youâas if it were a matter of life or death. Her hands are everywhere, gripping you by the cheek and the throat like her prized possessions, threatening to choke the life out of you.Â
Truthfully, this was coming the moment she stepped through those doors for the first table read. Hyewonâs gravity is inescapable.
âLove youâHyem, pleaseââÂ
Struggling to push back against her hold, you can tell that sheâs taking pleasure in every moment she has you like this: wrapped around her finger, so whipped over her that itâs alarming. Thereâs little use in trying to be coy or subtle. If she wanted you to go down to the afterparty in nothing but your boxers, youâd fold in a heartbeat. Sheâs the kind of girl youâd happily end up in a scandal with, someone youâd throw your career away in exchange for one timeless night, against the advice of everyone who knows better.
She knows this too. Look at the coy grin spreading on her face. A smile perfect for the front cover of any magazine or commercial. Itâs the perfect facade for the attitude hiding beneath.
âI love you Hyem,â you repeat, showing a bit more desperation and sincerity this time. Youâre breathing against her neck, the idea of pressing your lips against her skin a dire need. Itâs unfortunate you canât make it look like an accidentâas is the idea of your bodies sinking down on the bathroom countertop. âFor the longest time, I wanted you, butââ
Only now do you come to the simplest realization: there are no accidents.
Normally, you should feel some shame for being this oblivious. How a girl like Hyewon is giving out all these hints, to the point where she might as well be spreading her legs wide and pointing down at her cunt with a colorful sign. Hell, a thigh is peeking through her dress, pressing on your leg right now. If thereâs one thing youâve learned about working with other actors, itâs that chemistry comes naturallyâit canât be taught.
And your bodies are doing exactly that. The friction between you canât be any more tense.
âThen show me.â She sighs against your ear, pulling on the topmost button of your suit, pushing down the matching coat. Her leg extends around your limb, goading you to pull away, even though leaving the pretty sight right in front of you is the last thing on your mind.Â
You can only breathe. Slow. Hesitant. There's not a lot of hours left, and youâre wasting more by taking your sweet timeâresting your gaze on her pale shoulder, admiring all the little details. In essence, youâre doing the complete opposite of what Hyewon wants. Sheâs showing a little frustration, proving how much better of an actress she is than you. Imagine being in her shoes, beckoning to someone astronomically unaware for months. So much energy and effort could have been saved if she chose to leave you out to dry. If you werenât so preoccupied with thoughts of her, the many ways this little scene can go, youâd be wondering why sheâs this persistent.Â
Maybe youâre just as important of a character in her story too, or youâre both stubborn in your own ways. Perhaps both.
None of that is your concern right now. Youâre cupping Hyewonâs face, kissing her, nibbling down on her creamy skin, reaching up to her lips by the way of her neck, pulling on the strap of her dress little by little. In response, sheâs whispering sweet nothings into your ear, removing your dress shirt one button at a time. It feels like youâre going through the motions, acting under the words of an intimacy coordinator and a director. Slowly but surely, itâs all coming together, untilâ
âStop.âÂ
You pull back, noticing your shirt is nearly undone as you look past her and at the mirror. Both dress straps are halfway down her arms, the fabric a mess, waiting to be swept away.Â
You raise an eyebrow, puzzled. âWhatâs up?âÂ
Hyewon tilts her head at an angle, unsatisfied. Sheâs staring at you intently, taking a moment to analyze you like youâre a problem to solveâwhich you areâbefore coming to a rather alarming conclusion. âYou donât seem like you want me that bad.â
The remark doesnât register in your brain. âWhat do you meanââ
She yanks you forward for a deep kiss, cutting you off. Reciprocating her passion comes naturallyâand so does everything else. The movement of your hands, taking lease of her back, tearing through the fabric of her dress, coming back to her cheeks, until you stop feeling cloth and register more flesh. Feeling her skin becomes your new addiction, something you canât get enough of.Â
Watching her other moviesâfor research purposesâyou knew she was well endowed, even when they were not on full display. Some of her previous gala dresses truly put a spotlight on her cleavage. Part of you thought it was editing trickery, a perfectly taken photo at the right time, or a bra doing the heavy lifting. All three even. But holding them now, with nothing in between, you simply couldnât believe how well theyâve been hidden from you.Â
Her tits fold, go flush, and her nipples stiffen at your touch. They feel so rightâas if they were handmade for you.
âGod, Hyemââ you breathe out, savoring the sensation of her mounds in your clasp, unwilling to let go. Her taut nipples jerk with every run of your palms. If only you could rest your head between them, but your current position wonât allow you.Â
âThey feel so good right?â Hyewon moans in response, shedding your unbuttoned shirt off your body and tossing it to the floor, taking lease of your muscles and back. Her dress bunches up around her waist, practically collapsing when she decides to get up from the sink. Although an expected outcome, youâre both surprised that youâve managed to get each otherâs clothes off.
And youâre only getting started.
Pushing you away, Hyewon meets you at your level. Gravity does the rest. She stands before you in nothing but heels. What a mental image to remember her after tonight. She leaves you frozen and trembling, jaw agape, your eyes in a daze, unable to find a place to settle your fleeting gaze onâuntil she rests her hands around your shoulders. Youâre caught up in your own disbelief to meet her lovely gaze and that rather sweet smile, quite the difference from her bare state.
She lifts up a leg, pushing herself onto you for another passionate kiss. Taking advantage, her legs eventually wrap around your waist, bearing all her weight on your grasp. Despite her surprise attack, sheâs feathery enough to carry around. It certainly helps that sheâs not the heaviest girl youâve lifted before; you have some experienceâmostly unpleasant and usually backbreaking. Still, youâll treat her like some delicate object that crumbles at the slightest touch. Somethingâor someoneâyou canât ruin, or else youâd be ruined too.
You both end up in the living room, deeply engrossed in a fiery passion thatâs too hot for cameras. Lifting her high, your lips find their way to her chest, pressing them in the place where they rightfully belong. Hyewon is stubborn, pushing your head further up to meet your lips in a direct, frantic kiss. Back and forth, you take turns between her tits and her lips, unintentionally slamming her against a wall, eliciting a few yelps out of her.Â
It doesnât bother you both in the slightest. You hold her there, kissing down her abdomen and ribs, coming to the tiny inked part of her figure. The same tattoo thatâs been ingrained in your head since you first saw them.
You mutter the very words against her skin.Â
âIf not now, then when.â
Theyâve never been so relevant till right now. You softly kiss the ink, silently thanking her for saving you from a lifetimeâs worth of regret.
Hyewon winces, throws her head back, moans up to the ceiling. Her nails brush through your hair, then claw at your nape as you remain fixated on her tattooed rib. She deserves to be adored and worshiped.
âLook at me babe,â she murmurs, gently tilting you up, faint at your touch. Against your desires, you follow. âPut me down. You know why Iâm here.â
You oblige without a second thoughtâand youâre both on a level playing field again.
Still, you canât help but kiss her right after. She reciprocates the favor. Youâre a perfect match. Even as youâre making out, youâre thinking of ways to get messy and get the jump on her while sheâs preoccupied.Â
It ends up being your biggest mistake.
Both of you wrestle for control over the other, a scuffle that ends up knocking down a few appliances and tableware. The sound of glass shattering rips through the hotel room floor louder than your collective moans ever will. For someone with a lithe figure, Hyewon proves to be much stronger than you were led to believe. It shows when you try to push her onto another table; you both end up crashing to the floor seconds later.Â
From there, itâs whoever is the first to get up, and you knew it was all over from there.
Hyewon leads you into the sole bedroom, shoving you onto the mattress. Unrelenting, she slams onto you right after, pinning you down with her bare hands. Surprising her with your own strength, you reach for her raven locks through her ironclad grip of your wrists. Your lips continue to crash like waves against rocks, neither of you willing to back down. Thereâs a clear disparity between you: she wants you more.
To further prove her point, she presses her palms down on your chest, sitting over you upright, straddled on your lap. Sheâs never looked better.
Making quick work of your trousers, your cock is freed from its confines, only to be immediately caught up in Hyewonâs hand. Her grip spreads through your groin, turning breathing into an absolute nightmare. The one fear thatâs been haunting your mind these last few months, finally realized.Â
And itâs staring you down with an innocent yet wicked smile.
âYou have no idea how long I wanted this,â she remarks, her sultry voice sending shivers down your spine. Arching down, she presses her tongue forward on your throbbing tip. Combined with the pressure sheâs building with her hand, holes puncture through your lungs. And right on command, youâre leaking. Sheâs lapping your cock in circles, slow and agonizing, taking every little drop of precum seeping. You can only tremble beneath her, utterly defenseless. âRemembering when I was tapping your foot with my heel earlier tonight?â
She leaves you in such a dizzying spiral that you canât even look directly at her, let alone formulate a reply. Meanwhile, her eyes remain fixed on you, doe-eyed with innocence, yet her actions are cruel. Breathing proves to be a struggle, let alone returning with a response. âWhat about it?â
âI wanted you to follow me to the bathroom. And I wanted you to fuck me in there.â
Honest to God, that was not the first thought on your mind. If anything, the presence of many proved to be the ideal shield in keeping yourself away from Hyewon. Losing best actor was the greatest blessing in disguise, as it meant you didnât have to look straight into her magnetic eyes during your theoretical speech and make an embarrassment of yourself in front of hundreds in attendance, and millions watching on television.Â
Now that youâre in bed with no way to escape, you can only accept your fate.
âIâm not the best at reading the room,â you comment, sheepishly shaking your head.
âNot surprising, honestly,â she says, rewarding your candor with a kissâon your tip. Then another. More heartwarming than arousing, if anything. âAnyone ever told you that youâre kind of a dork?â
âNot the first time Iâve heard it from a girl,â you say, in an attempt to show some wit, only to be met with a stiff grip on your cock. âAhâfuckââ
A bit more force and Hyewon could break you in half with her mere hand alone. Sheâs cold, calculating, and cruel. Her expression seems apathetic, yet deep down, you can tell sheâs having so much fun toying and teasing you, stealing what little semblance of willpower you have. And to think sheâs this demure, sometimes funny celebrity with a certain image thatâs universally admired by many.Â
Behind that gaze, sheâs thinking of more ways to further ruin you.
âI donât think a dork like you has been with other girls,â she remarks, leaning forward to tease a kiss, only to leave you dry. âBut looking at this cockââ
She stops to admire your shaft once more. Ultimately, she canât help herself. She has to give your tip another ceremonious flick with her parched tongue in appreciation. Two, actually. If she doesnât stop, youâll soon be deep in her throat, and you know sheâs not letting you go. Thankfully, she finally regains sight of what she wants in the first place.
Lifting herself ever so slightly, Hyewon takes a deep breathâthen slowly melts into you.Â
Itâs a car crash you canât look away from. Itâs inevitable, but youâre completely powerless to stop her. You can only groan in agony as your bodies intertwine, creating a union that only she can break. Inch by inch, you helplessly watch as Hyewon slowly takes you into her suffocating heat. The sensation is unlike anything youâve ever felt before: vicious, intense, and painful.Â
It doesnât help that sheâs taking her sweet time, keeping you on edge for what may as well be an eternity, bracing for the certain explosion sheâs going to leave in her wake.Â
âOhâfuckâitâs so perfect,â Hyewon throws her head back, her jaw dropping slow, every word delivered in a near-inaudible sigh. Eventually, she buries herself in you deep to the hiltâand she keens. âThatâthatâs itâthatâs the fucking spotââ
Your hands cling to her waist, your maw similarly agape, breathing tensely as the pleasure slowly courses through your muscles. âGodâyouâre fucking tightââ
She hums in return, satisfied by your response, before losing herself in the sensation of your cock impaling herâand she begins to move.
As you fight the urge to cum right then and there, Hyewon slowly lifts herself off your lap, your cock reappearing with a fresh coat of her drenched pussy, before sinking back down. She rips the breath right from your lungs, while youâre forced to shut your eyes. Anything to keep your brain firing as the pleasure rushing throughout your body sends you into overdrive.Â
Youâre an outlet of ecstasy, a conduit for her to loosen all her pent-up frustration and lust. Her palms grip to your thighs, keeping you in placeâas if youâre in any condition to move anywhere except for her whim. Sheâs crashing into you at a punishing pace as a result of keeping yourself away for so long. And sheâs being open about it too: âWhy did it take us so longâughââ
You can only moan back. Truthfully, youâre wondering the same thing too.Â
As your eyes alternate between wide open and completely shut, you catch glimpses of Hyewon using every inch of you to fill her wanton pussy with cock. When sheâs not cursing or screaming your name, her moans fill your ears with sweet, sultry music. Itâs a sound not of her high class image. Sheâs riding you like itâs life or death, like her heart will stop beating if her cunt isnât being stretched out.
With every bounce, so do her breasts. Up and down, settling into a rhythm, forming a hypnotic motion that your eyes get lost in. Your obsession reaches a point to where the movement of her tits stirs you on, reigniting your tired muscles. You canât lie there and be a helpless viewer any longer.
And so, you meet Hyewon halfway, matching the grind of her hips with your thrust at the apex, setting her alight. This particular stroke. The hot sensation. It utterly shatters her. Her voice cracks. She trembles violently, giving you breathing room to sit upward and lean close to her chest.Â
So while she staggers back, overwhelmed by your cock spearing her cunt, you go down on her succulent breasts, squishing your face between them. Despite having Hyewonâs body all to yourself, the friction between your bodies creates this wracking storm that drives you insane. It isnât enough that youâre feasting on her tits, that her boobs are bouncing so hard itâs downright pornographic, and that sheâs screaming her heart out in response to each stroke. This will be headline news tomorrow. Yet, none of that is your concern. You have to pour everything into her. Itâs now or never.
âFuck yesâoh fuckâfucking take meâfuckââ Hyewonâs riding your cock, forcing all the air out your lungs, rendering you speechless. Doesnât matter, youâre drowning in her slick and her tits, pounding away with twice the effort. Sheâs swearing through her tongue like sheâs a cop in a crime picture, biting down on her lip in a flimsy attempt to restrain herself, but anyone with a good ear nearby could have easily identified her voice through the four walls of this hotel room. Knowing her, itâs intentional. Sheâs determined to put you through a world of trouble, leaving you with no other choice but to shut her up.
And youâre going to do just that.
You end up yanking her by the waist as your bodies repeatedly collide with each other. Each impact the equivalent of a cosmic explosion, the aftermath echoing through the room. The sound of skin slapping skin fills your ears louder than what it seems in the movies. Sex with Hyewon is much, much better than in your fantasies. Hereâs another thing that canât be found on camera: her soft pleas begging you to keep going, interlaced between harsh whines and airy moans that canât be faked.
âGod, Iâm gonna fucking cum, Hyewon.â There you go, your silly side showing at such a serious moment. Everyone knows you donât proclaim your impending climax. Rookie mistake. Youâre not shooting a porno, but you might as well be with how hard youâre fucking her. She canât help but cackle even as you relentlessly pound into her cunt. What should be a moment of weakness immediately gets brushed aside as you hold her when she slams down, and you finally fall apart.
Impaling your cock hilt deep inside Hyewon, youâre digging your palms deep into her soft flesh, unwilling to let go. She rests her head beside yours as you blast her with thick, warm cum. Her prolonged, saccharine-sounding moan is nothing compared to the loaded groan that ripples through the room. The supplication she makes, demanding you to fill her with every little drop goes through deaf ears. Your dick seems to have heard it loud and clear, though. The amount youâre filling her is enough to rip through her body violently too. She follows with her own peak afterwards, hitting a previously unheard octave higher, your bodies finally melting into one.Â
Just like that, sheâs clinging to you like youâre her personal life support, completely drained of all her strength.Â
The ecstasy lasts for a brief moment. The fall off happens too soon for your liking. Like her, youâre sapped of energy and you fall down to earth with Hyewon in your arms. The end comesânot with grandiose drama or spectacle, but by a calm, uneventful stir.
You should be done at this point. Itâs been a long day. Youâve been up as early as sunrise, spent hours behind makeup and measuring tape for a suit you wonât wear more than once. Smiling comes natural, if not downright fake; in front of the cameras, on the red carpet, on screen, and even during the afterparties. Every time you step out in public, thereâs an image, a reputation to uphold. Youâve done this a dozen times in the past few months alone, bearing a lifetimeâs worth of and it never gets more comfortable or easier. Itâs a miracle you havenât cracked or had a public breakdown, even though your mind is calling for it.
And yet, all that labor and agony is worth it for what you have now. The awards, the recognition, the adorationâbut most especially the girl. What are you now, taken out of a story. One that feels all too familiar and done to death, but it never grows old or tired.Â
By all accounts, it should be a happy ending.Â
Except youâre not done. Youâre not satisfied, and so is Hyewon. Even though sheâs settling down in your embrace, resting her head against your heartbeats, mumbling these sweet nothings about how much youâve ruined her and fucked her to shreds, sheâs quietly begging for more. It isnât about keeping a sanctimonious image anymore; itâs about how far youâll push her and use her. Your throbbing cock buried inside her cunt says it too.
If thereâs anything youâve learned about acting, itâs that one take isnât enough.
Like a damsel in distress, you scoop Hyewon into your arms. Through what you might consider a second wind, you carry her into the bathroom again on wobbly legs, stepping into the shower, showing that youâre ready to take your relationship a step further. Youâll hash out the details in the morningâif she hasnât left by then.
The sound of running water serves as background for the airy, lewd noises that quickly fill the shower.Â
Hyewon feels incredibly soft to touch. Pliable in your grasp, like a doll to bend, twist, and use at your whim. Youâre squeezing her flesh, fondling her mounds tightly till youâre seeing red everywhere. Her tits, her shapely ass, and everything in between. Kissing down her body, giving every little part its much needed attention. Youâve fucked her to pieces, yes, but sheâs still housing a divine figure that deserves the same level of praise.Â
With two fingers stroking at her cunt, sheâs keening, her head tilted up to meet the relentless downpour rushing down over your bodies. Her voice is in tatters after an hour of tireless screaming, in addition to all the mindless chatter from earlier tonight. Part of you wishes to have taken up her offer. Something this good shouldnât be kept secret, but youâre more than selfish enough to keep Hyewon all to yourself.Â
Your raging impulse gets the better of you, and you slap her tits from behind. She yelps a cry of pain and pleasure. The recoil and sound activates something in your brain like a sleeper agent. You do it a second time, then a third. You stop counting after, indulging yourself in the satisfying noise of her mounds smacked over and over, every squeal, every strike equally as gratifying as your cock slamming into her pussy. Sheâs clinging to the walls as a respite, her body shuddering vigorously, but you donât give her a moment to breathe. Itâs what she would have wanted: to be used and taken like a ragdoll.
Hyewon screams again when you swing her around, lifting one leg around your waist, and slam your cock inside her. No pleasantries, no talking through the processâonly a desire to fuck. Burying your face against her neck, growling into her skin like a ravenous beast, you hammer away without care for neither your comfort nor hers. Youâre counting the hours, minutes, seconds before she disappears from your life, and youâre gonna make sure that years from now, she remembers this night in particular.
Youâre too engrossed to see her expressions twist in impossible ways that average humans can make. But thatâs the point: Hyewon is no ordinary person. Sheâs one actress, something that can be found in others who are more talented and have more resounding qualities, but more than that, to you, sheâs everything. The clench of her cunt on your cock continues to invigorate you and push you further. With every thrust, she jumps and sends aftershocks coursing through your veins. God, you love how incredibly well she fucking takes it, and the slightest tilt of her lips struggling to form a grin reinforce this. Youâve got nothing else to say, really; you easily lose yourself in your own lust, and you wouldnât have it any other way.
It doesnât take too long before you feel it again. The end. Itâs approaching faster than you can react. You knew it wasnât going to be a drawn out affair, but youâre so desperate to reach that high, no matter how brief it may be. It was too good to pass up, and youâre beyond waiting a second more.
Youâd give everything up for even a single minute longer, but the period of bargaining has long passed you by.
âGonna cum againâfuckââ is all you can muster, your first words after a long while. Her pussy feels so good to form coherent words. Lust has utterly consumed your brain more than anything. The entire time, Hyewonâs mewling, keening in every direction, trying to find purchase on the walls or the shower door, only to fall a few inches short. She ends up coming back to you, hanging on for dear life. Youâve never let up, terrified that sheâll magically disappear into nothing at any second.Â
Acting fast, as if youâve got a ticking bomb in hand, you draw your cock out, coated in a thick sheen of your own cum and hers, pumping yourself with a few strokes of your hand until you finally explode. The shower washes down the milky white blot youâre unloading on her skin, never leaving a permanent mark. It does, however, bring you back to the place that began your undoing.
The tattoo on her rib.Â
Water wipes the cum blocking the view. Despite those same five words occupying your mind for the last few hours, it still hits like a fresh revelation. You hear her voice repeating them inside your head as you come to your senses, your lust being satiatedâfor now. Even when Hyewon is completely broken before you, reduced to a quiet pile of flesh. One hand on the surrounding wall, the other in limbo, her leg still coiled around your waist, forcing oxygen into her tired lungs wherever she can.Â
With the âquickâ shower done, and after hardly any cleaning was made, you carry her back to the bedroom.Â
You donât even make it past the living room before your legs finally give up. You end up crashing onto the floor together before you both finally call it a night.
âââââ
âThis is your fault you know,â says Hyewon, drawing circles on your chest, over your calm heartbeats. âIâm supposed to be in London tomorrow for my table read. And yet Iâm still here. My flight was five hours ago by the way.â
Itâs already high noon when you finally regain consciousness, your head still spinning despite not taking more than one alcoholic drink the night before. Hyewonâs doing marginally better, having woken up 30 minutes earlier. No wonder it feels so hot; her body is snuggled up on you, your limbs tangled. Despite the urgency sheâs speaking about, she doesnât seem to be interested in moving any time soon.
At least youâre awake and sensible enough to fire back. âWhoâs fault is that? I wasnât the one inviting you to come over and have you fucked senseless.â
She chuckles into your skin, little ripples forming where her lips are gently pressed. âAnd I wasnât the one who spent the last 18 months saying weâre just friends.â
Youâre already lying flat on the floor, but the rebuttal only makes you want to get up only to fall back down. So you settle with an expressive sigh.Â
Hyewon laughs. Itâs what won over millions, including you. Youâre taken back to that fateful day you first met. Right then and there, you knew thereâd be no one else like her. If given an opportunity to go back and change a few things here and there or, youâd do it over again, mistakes included. Last night was worth all the waiting and teasing.Â
âSoâabout that show,â you lean up, pushing her closer to your face, âWhat was it again? Something about you being a nymphomaniac? Delete what?â
âYou mean Delete This? Letâs not.âÂ
Mention of the premise alone is enough to set her gummy cheeks on fire. For someone whose career has been built up on mostly more general audience friendly programming, leading a sexual soap opera is quite the jump. Â
She buries her head on your neck, embarrassed, feeling guilty. âYeah. I mean, last night wasâdifferent, you know? Iâve shown my tits and body already, but Iâve never had sexâon screen before.â
You should have known. She needed a reason to get in your pants without your working relationship only centering around your bodies. And those were clearly stand-ins based on how her face is never shown during her older scenes.
âJesus, Hyem. If you wanted to have sex, you could have asked anytime. You have no idea how annoyed I was when they scrapped our scene last minute. It was only you taking off your shirt too.â
âOn the bright side, we didnât have an intimacy director getting in the way, right?â
She does have a point. Still, your personal cold war didnât need to last 18 months before either of you would make the first move.
But with all that tension a thing of the past, the chains are unfettered. Now both of you have the ability to take this little secret in any direction you desire. You could simply be a workplace couple; itâs been the story of your year so far. Or you could take things a step further. The possibilities are truly endless.
Hyewonâs cheeky grin slowly reforms, her hand snaking up to cup your cheek. âShame we only had one night. I could spend the rest of the day here, butââ she huffs, âIâm running late. Too bad I wonât get to have this cock for a long, long time.â
You lift an amused eyebrow, barely able to keep your new cockiness from showing. âWill you, though?â
Sheâs taken completely by surprise. âWhat do you mean?â
âCheck your phone.â
After rising to her feet, Hyewon walks over to the console table where her purse is set. Fishing her phone from the handbag, she scrolls through the apps, her attention diâvided between the screen and you on the floor, finally getting up as well.Â
Her stare then lingers on the phone, as if whatever headline of the day has caught her attention.Â
Next thing you know, sheâs grabbing you by the chest, dragging you back to the bedroom before shoving you back onto the mattressâright where you belong. Pinning you down and dead to rights, Hyewon mounts herself on your lap, your cock pressed against her aching core, ready to receive a fresh beating.
Some jokes can go a little too far.
âYou fucking asshole. You mean thatââ
âYep.â
âAnd itâs notââ
âItâs not.â
You can feel her hips slowly grinding against yours. Youâre gonna loveâand hateâthe next 18 months with Hyewon.
âIâm going to kill you. And I mean: kill you.â
âNo better way to go out.â
âââââ
(A/N: Thank you for the commission! That Hyewon dress is so ripe for material, and I had to incorporate her tattoos into it somehow. She doesn't show them quite oftenâheck, she hasn't publicly addressed them even once, I believe. That little nod at the end is for everyone still waiting for Delete this to return. At this point, a reimagining or remake must happen first before the next actual episode because good God my writing back then versus now is night & day. Even comparing the last update from 2022(?) to today is also radically different in style. I'm still interested in reviving it; it's just a matter of when, not if. Thank you for reading!)
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Hey angel!! hope ur doing well!!
i was wondering if I could request roommate!marauders where they have crushes on reader buttt she already has a bf but he's just a total jerk.... and u sorta get the idea?? (if u haven't done one like this already)
much love!!! <3333
Thank you for requesting lovely <3
cw: douchebag boyfriend, marauders fancy reader but don't genuinely want her to cheat or end her relationship for them
(poly)roommate!marauders x fem!reader ⥠1.1k words
Itâs heartbreaking how lovely you look first thing in the morning. Sweet, rumpled pajamas, plodding gait, sunlight stretching over features still soft with sleep. You raise your hand to cover a yawn as you enter the kitchen, eyelashes still drooping like theyâve weights sewn into them.Â
âMorning,â you say on the tail end.Â
âMorning.â James opens one arm to you. You step into the hug automatically, and he drops a kiss to your head, his own private indulgence. Youâre eyeing the omelet heâs frying up with his other hand. âWant one?âÂ
âMm, wish I could,â your voice is a somnolent mumble, âbut Daleâs taking me to breakfast in a bit.âÂ
James tries not to react, but his hold on you stiffens some. From the living room, he hears Sirius scoff. âOh.âÂ
âIâm sure your omelet would be better.â You pat his side, moving out from under his arm to go to the coffee pot. âWeâre going to this cafe he likes, and they never have anything I want. Still, I can hardly show up full.âÂ
James feels himself frown. Typical of your boyfriend to take you somewhere you donât even like. Perhaps heâs a tad biased, but James thinks you should eat one of his omelets and show up full just to teach him a lesson.Â
He plates up the one heâs just finished. You tail him into the living room as he delivers it to Sirius, curling your feet up underneath you on the couch. Remus is sitting in the armchair reading the paper. He and James have already had their breakfasts, but you and Sirius are always the last up on weekends.
âAre you finished with the funnies?â you ask Remus.Â
He looks up at you with a tenderness James doesnât know how you canât see. âYeah,â he says, shaking out a page. âHere.âÂ
Sirius snickers at your choice of reading material as you reach across him for it. You nudge his thigh with your knee. âBite me.âÂ
âAnywhere youâd like me to, babe.â He winks.Â
You roll your eyes and fold the page to read, well used to Siriusâ flirting. Similarly to how heâd done with Remus, Siriusâ ill-advised tactic for winning you over involves alternating between taunting you relentlessly and acting like his affection for you is all one big joke. It only barely worked on RemusâJamesâ interference had been required there, and that was before heâd admitted to himself his own feelings for either of the two boysâso James doesnât understand why Sirius would give it another go with you.Â
âOh.â Remus closes his paper, seeming to remember something. âI was wondering if you might have time to go with me to the farmerâs market this morning. Weâre out of eggs, but I canât haggle with the woman like you do.âÂ
You give him a sorry sort of smile. âI would, but Daleâs meant to pick me up at ten.â
âOh, well.â Sirius rolls his eyes, chewing malignantly on a bite of omelet. âIf Dale said heâll be here at ten, then surely thatâs whatâs happening.âÂ
You bump his thigh again good naturedly. âBe nice.âÂ
James bites his tongue, and even Remus reopens his newspaper with a tad more vigor than necessary. Sirius is by far the most vocal with you about your boyfriendâs flaws, but your roommates all hate him. The guyâs a prick. James would never in a million years try to convince you to leave your partner for themâand despite Siriusâ joking, he knows neither of the other boys would want that eitherâbut if you broke up with Dale, he would be very tempted to throw a party.Â
James really doesnât understand how someone like you could end up with someone so holistically unpleasant as your boyfriend. Heâs rude, inconsiderate, he doesnât express any gratitude for the sweet things you do for him, and he is never where he says heâs going to be when he says heâs going to be there. He shows so little regard for anyone but himself. If he told you he was going to pick you up at ten in the morning, heâs just as likely to arrive at three in the afternoon. Even for your half-hearted defense of him, itâs nearly ten and youâve made no move to change out of your pajamas or get ready, because you know he wonât be here on time. It irks your roommates to no end to see you tolerate such poor treatment.Â
âMaybe you can go with Remus to the farmerâs market,â you tell Sirius. âYou seem like you could negotiate.âÂ
âSirius doesnât know how much eggs are supposed to cost,â Remus says idly.Â
âOi!â Sirius objects through a mouthful of omelet. âI do so.âÂ
James smiles at him. âReally. How much do you think eggs cost, love?âÂ
Sirius manages to take another bite while James is asking, so his mouth is conveniently too full to answer.Â
âI can manage it on my own,â Remus says with indulgent fondness. âDove, do me one favor, though?âÂ
You lift your coffee. âSure.âÂ
âDonât let him summon you outside with his horn again.âÂ
Thereâs a brief but thick silence while you finish swallowing your coffee and all three boys try not to look too obviously judgmental (Sirius trying the least, naturally). The purse of your lips reveals some embarrassment.Â
Still, your voice comes out unconcerned. âItâs not a big deal to me. Itâs not like weâre in school and I need him to come to the door and meet my parents. Itâs a time saver.âÂ
âItâs rude,â says Remus gently. âYou deserve someone who will come to the door for you.âÂ
Jamesâ thoughts exactly.Â
âSure you donât want some toast or something while you wait?â James asks, partly to dispel the tension and partly because he really does think you should eat something if Dale isnât likely to be here until the afternoon. âYou could call it an appetizer.âÂ
You stand with your emptied coffee mug, passing an affectionate hand over Jamesâ hair as you move between his legs and the coffee table. âThanks,â you say genuinely, âbut Iâm alright. Iâm going to go get ready.âÂ
However eager James is to avoid the tension that comes from insulting (or, really, just speaking frankly about) your boyfriend, Sirius has no such concerns. âWhile weâre telling Dale things,â he says after you, âbe sure to remind him that our flat has a three-strike roommate tears policy. Next time you come home crying, Jamie and I get to make a house call.âÂ
Your laughter echoes down the hallway. âSure, Iâll let him know.âÂ
Sirius looks at James, perplexed. âDid I sound like I was joking? I was not using my joking voice.âÂ
James pats his leg consolingly.
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Dreamy Pink
(Shin Ryujin X Male Reader)
By @i-am-lifeform24
âThe pink one is Ryujin being an actual princess (haven't decided on the time period yet). This one is completely the opposite to the black one. Here is Ryujin in control. And her advisor is the guy she uses when she needs to get off.â - Inspiration quote from @authorhjk1
âNo.â
âYour highness, they are all very accomplished, winners of multiple wars!â
âAccomplished, but ugly. No.â
âPrincess, these nations have stood with us for centuries. Surely you can think it o-â
Ryujin stares down the impassioned minister, crossing her arms, her pink, flowing dress sparkling as she looks up at the man from across the round table. âI see no reason why I have to do anything, minister. I will not be marrying any of these slimy men.â
You sigh, shooting the old man an apologetic glance as the other members of the council fidget in their seats. The princess has always been⊠difficult. Even standing behind her, you can feel how uncomfortable the room is getting. Funny, that all the most powerful lords and ladies of the country canât get through to a much younger girl.
Steeling yourself, you take a step forward, âMy apologies, minister, perhaps the princess misunderstands.â Ryujinâs catlike eyes dart left, the princess giving you a warning, shifting her lithe body in the pink mass of cotton so she can better stare up at you. You can feel the other members of the table hold their breath. Here it comes.
âMisunderstand what exactly, advisor?â Her voice is icy, pointed, like she canât imagine why you would say something so stupid. Well, it is your job after all, and whether she likes it or not, you were put in this position to keep her in check, so keep her in check you will.
âThat while you are the most beautiful princess on the continent, you are also the leader of the most powerful country on this side of the world.â You start, gesturing to the other nobles of the table. They straighten up, morning sunlight peeking through stained glass to illuminate their battle-worn features, as if theyâve broken free from the spell of a very bratty princess.
Ryujin raises her eyebrow at you, slightly nodding for you to go on. You watch her dress shine in the soft light, taking a deep breath, âYou have to at least listen their proposals out. Agree to the ministerâs plan to let the princes visit you.â
Ryujin scoffs, âI donât want their mud on my floors. This castle was built by my father, and you want to bring these grungy foreigners here? To my paradise?â
You lean forward, and Ryujinâs eyes widen as your strong voice echoes throughout the ornate chamber, âA paradise built by alliances. Strong, long-lasting, powerful alliances. Do you believe that your honorable parents fell in love by the grace of God, your highness?â
Ryujinâs eyes narrow, and the whole room holds its breath. You glance at the minister across the table, the man slowly sitting back down, eyes wide, his robes shifting as he tries to sneak back into his seat. Your heart catches in your throat. Itâs never a good idea to mention the late King and Queen in front of her.
Maybe if you apologize before it sets in, sheâll forgive you. You meet Ryujinâs gaze, stammering, âN-not to say that your parents were without grace. Iâm sure that they would be very proud of you, your high-â
âYouâre right.â
Wait, what?
Ryujin smiles at you, her dark eyes crinkling as she exhales, breaking her stare. She turns back to the council. âMy Advisor is right. I apologize for my own lack of foresight in the matter of my engagement. Minister, let it be know that I will receive these⊠princes. I will leave the details up to you.â
âAâŠ. A wise choice, your highness! We shall begin constructing the plans right away.â The old man shoots up with a wide smile, the other council members filling the room with excited applause. You look down at Ryujin, and the princess cracks a smirk at you, as if her jolt of anger was all one big, convoluted, prank.
You gulp, giving her a quick smirk back, stepping behind the sovereignâs large makeshift throne as the council chatters on. Ryujin straightens her back, adjusting her tiara to sit on perfectly on her neatly combed locks. Here, at the head of the table, she almost seems like a real ruler, not an aggressive orphan made to reign way too early.
Soon, the meeting concludes, and you find yourself at the large mahogany bowing to every council member that takes their leave. âThank you, duchess. And yes, we will make sure that the princess attends your name day celebration!â You lean forward, holding the gloved hand of an older woman, the smile lines on her cheeks deepening as you smile at her. She leans beside your ear, letting the other nobles pass behind her, âThank the Lord for you, advisor. The poor girl barely has things together as it isâŠâ You straighten, giving the older woman a sideways grin, âNow thatâs our sovereign you are talking about, duchess, with how large the kingdom is, I would say that she is doing much better than any of us could.â
The duchess opens her mouth to respond, âOh no advisor, iâm sureâŠ.â Suddenly, her eyes widen, staring at the doorway behind you, and she trails off. âNevermind! I shall see you on Saturday. Your highness.â She curtsies, and you turn around, just in time to see Ryujin, with her guards flanking her, and her arms across her chest.
âP-princess! I apologize, I'm blocking your way.â You start, stepping aside in an ill attempt to escape. With a bang, the large doors swing shut, and the guards shift uneasily as Ryujin grabs you by the ear and pulls you along the hallway.
âOw! Princess! I was just escorting the duchess out! I didnât mean anything by-â You grimace, the sharp pain coursing through your body as she drags you past ornate paintings and ancient keepsakes. The royal is surprisingly strong, her long legs strutting confidently on the velvet carpet. You wonder what set her off this time. She handled the meeting well, really, really well. If anything, youâre more than proud that she managed to avoid exploding at the council, or at you, for once, so what could she possibly want with you now.
Eventually, the thump of her heels on the soft flooring stops, and you find yourself in front of a large, gilded door. The guards follow closely behind, gloves gripping the hilts of their swords tightly as Ryujin addresses them. âLeave us, now. And make sure that none enter this wing for the next few hours. I will have a few words with my advisor.â
You shoot a pleading look at the knights, almost feeling their pity through their plated armor. âSorry, boss. Weâll make it up to you.â they seem to say, bowing quickly before marching away to the entrance of the castle wing. God, youâve really done it now.
Ryujin drags you inside, not wasting a second, pushing you up against the warm wood. Your breath catches in your throat, the messy, victorian style bedroom a lazy backdrop to the princessâ intense stare. She pushes her covered breasts onto your chest. Arms, they stay pinned at your side, like sheâs pressing a painting into a wall. Ryujin slowly cranes her lips beside your ear, âI barely have things together?â
You gulp, heart catching in your throat as you look down at the beautiful woman. Her gaze is icy, hands slowly rubbing the outside of your trousers. âP-princess, the duchess simply worries for you, we donât have to do this again.â you squeak, like a mouse, hunted by this very turned on, catlike royal.
Ryujin does nothing but smirk, pulling your underwear down quickly, dropping to her knees as the cold morning air wraps around your erect member. Your hands slowly droop down, but you stay plastered on the wood, like sheâs still pinning you there, like her body is still on you.
âHeavy. Good. Youâre filling me up today.â The princess cups your balls, her fingers dribbling against the puckered skin as she squints up at you. Amidst short breaths, you canât help but marvel at how the orange-yellow light glazes her skin, the thin, pink fabric of her dress covered in dark spots as Ryujinâs wetness spreads from her legs. Sheâs beautiful, and after that disaster of a meeting, she needs a way to relieve her stress.
Ryujinâs tongue darts out, teasing the leaking tip of your cockhead as she grips you by your base, âHey.â Informal. Casual. Crude. She looks up into your eyes, and you stare back down at her, sweat forming on your forehead as you canât help but throb in her soft hands. âYes, princess?â you reply, your voice breathy.
Her gaze softens, her eyes now half-lidded as she slowly licks up the length of your shaft. Her dress has creeped up her thighs at this point, and you canât help but notice her bare pussy lips in between her kneeling legs. Ryujin stares at you, a firm warning exiting her precum smeared lips, âDonât ever embarrass me again⊠daddy.â
You harden at the words, wanting nothing more than to grab the princess by the neck and throw her onto the bed. Ryujin can tell, making a show out of keeping one hand jerking on your cock, while the other pulls her dress down her breasts, the mink revealing perfect, perky breasts.
She smiles, âIâm going to drain you now, and you donât get to cum until I say so, alright?â Ryujin accentuates the last word with a kiss on your cockhead, the skin wet with her spit. You give her a slow nod, gritting your teeth. Sheâs asking you for the impossible.
But sheâs also your princess. You are sworn to her.
âYes⊠your highness.â You croak out the words as Ryujin smirks at you, âGood daddy, now come to bed, iâm riding you until you fill me with your seed.â
You stumble forward, watching as your princess sauntily sways her now naked hips. No undergarments in the council meeting? Youâd have ot tell her off later, but in the meantime, the idea only does more to keep your cock hard and ready. Her pink dress stays bunched up around her tight waist, and you watch as her ass sways in the morning light, the dresses and books strewed around the floor nothing but obstacles for her long, supple legs.
Ryujin crawls onto the bed, peeling the rest of the pink fabric off her body, then kneeling on her heels as she crosses her arms, âFaster, daddy. I have a kingdom to run.â
Hastily, you strip, sitting on the edge of the bed, then swinging your legs so they are on either side of the kneeling girl. Youâre careful not to meet her eyes. No matter how turned on you are, sheâs in charge.
Soon, youâre lying down on your back, the expensive, gold patterned furs digging into the small of your back as your princess straddles you. Ryujinâs hair falls around her face in the soft yellow light, and you watch as her petite tits rise and fall, the princess grabbing you by the shaft, your cockhead rubbing against her pussy lips as she stares down at you.
Her eyes roll back into her head, âGod, daddy, if only that old hag could watch me handle this.
âFuck!â You groan. With a slap, the princessâ ass bounces on your thighs as she roughly takes you to the hilt. Sheâs always rough, calling you daddy even if youâre her toy, but a part of you loves it, loves letting her take control, loves letting the princess, in a twisted way, worship you with her body.
âYes, yes, yes!â Ryujin moans, grabbing handfuls of the blankets around her as she bounces on your cock. You feel her walls get accustomed to you, the tightness suffocating, wringing you in a wet embrace.
You look up. Sheâs not even looking at you. Her Tiara stays skewed on her head, her breasts jumping with every bounce, her small hands resting on your thighs as the princess arches her back, gyrating her hips onto your waiting cock.
âP-princess, itâs so good.â You moan, hands reaching down to grab her soaked ass.
A slap resounds through the large room. âDonât you dare. You donât get to touch me until I milk you dry, daddy.â Ryujin warns, her tongue coming out of her moaning mouth as she slaps your hands away, continuing her impassioned ride.
You give up, resorting to grabbing handfuls of cloth, watching as your beloved princess cums on your cock, over and over again, her breasts lathered in sweat, her taut stomach rippling under the force of her bouncing.
Ryujin opens one eye, panting, to grab you by the neck, âKiss me, daddyâŠâ You hesitate for a moment, wishing to savor the feeling of her drawing circles on your crotch, the glorious sensation of her royal pussy grasping onto every ridge of your unworthy cock, but in the end, you sit up.
âYouâre beautiful, princess⊠please, iâm so close.â You beg, letting the girl hold you by the cheeks as your tongue explores her mouth, her hips still riding you, albeit slower, more deliberate, as if she wants to savor every moment too.
Ryujin looks up at you, her dark eyes mesmerizing as you feel the blankets shift. âHere, you belong to me⊠all your cum, daddy⊠it belongs to meâŠâ She whispers slowly, pausing to grimace, as if your cock is somehow surprising her with pleasure after all these trysts.
You exhale, feeling it bubble in your core. Something about your aloof, icy princess demanding for you, demanding for your seed, burns all thoughts of stopping away. You need to cum in her, now.
Your lips find Ryujinâs neck, sucking on her clear, unblemished skin as your rough hands find her ass. This time, she doesnât turn you away, the princessâ smile only getting bigger, as if sheâs been waiting for you to take charge.
âMmm, fuck! Fuck! Breed me! Breed your princess!â Ryujin screams, her hips now still as you fuck into her fast and hard. Sheâs sitting on your lap now, your chests pushed together, her breasts warm as you hammer into the royalâs pussy.
âY-yes princess! Itâs coming!â You grit your teeth, focusing on delaying your release for as long as you can, until the princess wraps her long legs around you, rocking her pussy lips on the base of your crotch. âOh⊠oh! Daddy!â Ryujin groans, grinding her pussy onto you, not allowing you to thrust, her walls clenching, begging for your seed as she pins you down with the flower between her legs.
âIâm coming!â You roar, kissing Ryujinâs jaw as the princessâ eyes shoot open. She moans loudly as you fill her, your hot, virile cum making her body relax. You feel her in your arms, her tits shaking, her ass trembling as you fill the next in line to the throne with your seed.
Itâs almost comical, that sheâd get so frustrated with a stupid meeting, that this.is the only way she could relax.
Hey, youâre not complaining, sighing as Ryujin topples onto your chest, her hot, deep breaths in your ear her pussy still milking the last dribbles of cum from your cock.
You look down at her with a grin, âIs that all for this morning, your highness?â
Ryujin rolls her eyes, nestling into the crook of your neck, the fur blankets around you damp with the heat of your sex. âMmm,..â
She flips you over, her legs spreading as you crouch above her, your cock exiting her pussy with a pop. Ryujin smiles, âNo, daddy. This time, youâre going to use me.â
You smile, watching her bite her lip as the morning light fades. âAs you wish, your highness.â
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Hi everyone!
This chapter was written by @i-am-lifeform24 . Thank you so much for the great chapter!
I hope you guys enjoy reading it.
Stay healthy!
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Someone better | LN4 and FC43
Prologue
Sumarry: Lando is treating his girl badly, but thank God one Argentine is more than happy to do everything he doesn't do.
Pairing: Franco Colapinto X Driver!Reader | Lando Norris X Driver!Reader
WC:1.265
(WARNINGS:) Abusive relationship, manipulation, machismo, sexism, Lando is a complete idiot here, sorry! đ
A/N: Since Y/n is Brazilian (And in Brazil we speak Portuguese and not Spanish) Franco and she will speak English to each other most of the time, okay?
How do you realize you're in an abusive relationship? When do you realize? Do you... Do you realize it?
Is it when it gets more violent? Or is it already extreme?
Lando isn't violent, but he is aggressive, that always confuses Y/n.
She's only 21, for God's sake, she got her place in F1 this year when she was called up to replace Checo for the entire 2024 season, yes, she signed with Redbull and is now partnered with Max Verstappen
When she started her relationship with Lando, it was very different, well, I think that's the problem with an abusive relationship, you only realize it when it's too late, and sometimes, unfortunately, you don't even realize it.
Lando was handsome, sweet, affectionate and fun, it was impossible not to fall in love with him, but...
Y/n thinks she can remember the first time he acted strangely.
It was when she was in P1 for the first time, Max was in P2 and Charles got P3, she remembers trying to greet Lando, but he walked right past her, making her feel completely embarrassed with so many cameras filming the event.
"He's just frustrated and tired." That's what she thought.
To make matters worse, Lando didn't go to celebrate with her, only God knows where that boy got himself into that night, but she doesn't want to think about it too much.
That was supposed to be her moment, but he managed to ruin everything.
"Enjoy your night, you deserve it so much." She remembers Chales saying that with his hand on her shoulder and a comforting smile.
After a few days he simply went back to normal without saying a single word about it, as if he hadn't broken her heart into little pieces.
The second time it was actually Max who noticed it, well, he adopted Y/n as his little sister, and he really loved her as if she were.
He was in the paddock when he arrived at the Redbull carriage and came face to face with Lando and Y/n in a distant corner.
It wasn't uncommon to see them in each other's garages, but Max frowned when he saw Y/n half-curdling while Lando spoke non-stop in an aggressive and low tone, only for her to hear.
Max got even more irritated when he saw Lando's expression change when he saw the cameras approaching.
He needed to have a little talk with Y/n.
Later that day, Max managed to catch Y/n alone and he couldn't miss the opportunity.
"Hey." He approaches smiling and she forces a smile.
"Hi Max."
"I wanted to ask you something, I don't want to be nosy or anything, but is everything okay?" Max notices that Y/n's hands are shaking so much that she can't open her can.
"It's okay, I just...fucking can." Max smiles weakly, takes the can from her hand and opens it in a second.
"You know he can't treat you like that, right?" Max says, giving the can back to her, who lowers her head a little uncomfortably.
"He's just kind of nervous and frustrated too."
Max laughs in disbelief upon hearing this.
"What kind of shitty excuse is that? He might have the worst day of his life, but he has to respect you." Y/n doesn't know what to do upon hearing Max say this.
"It's okay, Max, I...I like him." Max sighs and puts her hand on the young woman's shoulder.
"You'll always have me, okay? Even if you go to another team, whichever team you go to, you'll still have me, I promise." Those few words made Y/n's day 100% better.
The third time was a little more problematic, Y/n wasn't having a good day, and to make matters worse, the reporters seemed to sexualize her in every question, damn it.
"Why are you so glum?" Lando says, approaching her and taking her hand.
"I just don't understand why they have to sexualize me in every possible question." She says quietly and Lando scoffs.
"You're a woman and you're Latina, what do you expect them to do?" Y/n looks at her boyfriend confused.
"What do you mean?"
"Come on Y/n, are you going to say you don't like this kind of attention? All this attention they give you?"
"You think I like being harassed? What's your problem?" Y/n lets go of his hand, and he's quick to pull her hand back, squeezing it a little tighter this time.
"Are you trying to put on a show for others now?" He says quietly, looking into Y/n's eyes, and she just wants to scream and run away.
But there are already too many lies and distorted stories about her out there, so she just turns her face away so she doesn't have to look at him, and forces a smile when Oscar and Charles approach to talk to them.
After that, Y/n thinks her mental health is hanging by a thread, the reporters make her seem like a gold digger, that she's only there to sleep with all the drivers, her boyfriend makes her feel ungrateful and crazy, and the haters won't stop trying to kill her once and for all.
But...
In the middle of all this, someone showed up...
Franco Colapinto
Franco and Y/n had known each other since the F2 days, they always laughed a lot and joked together, when Y/n went to F1, Franco cried with emotion with her.
But he knew how much she would be missed.
But now he's at Williams replacing Logan.
When he arrived at F1, he was all joy, Franco got to talk to his favorite drivers, and that was a dream come true, but when he turned around and saw Y/n drinking water and with a completely worried expression, he felt his legs a little wobbly.
"Holy shit, she's still beautiful."
Ele sempre a seguia na~~s redes sociais, mas vĂȘ-la tĂŁo de perto...
As if she could feel someone looking at her, Y/n turned and met Franco's eyes.
He smiled and waved and she waved back smiling with her mouth closed.
But he needed more, so unable to contain himself, he excused himself to the people around him and practically ran to Y/n.
"hola mi hermosa." Franco pulled her into a hug that she happily returned.
"I missed you so much." Y/n says and Franco smiles more.
When they let go of each other, Franco notices the dark circles under her eyes, and her smile that seems a little forced.
"Congratulations on your pole, it was more than deserved."
"Oh Franco, It's been months."
"Uau? VocĂȘ me deixou ~~tĂŁo orgulhosa e feliz." S/n sorri e balança a cabeça.
"Thank you, it was a dream come true for sure, and I know I'll see you up there soon too." She smiles and Franco's heart races even faster, he had completely forgotten the power she had over him.
"Fuck, I forgot about that." Franco thinks.
Before Franco could say anything, Lando appears looking for Y/n.
"Come on Y/n, let's go have lunch." He takes Y/n's hand and looks Franco up and down.
"Hey, man." Lando lets go of Y/n's hand and offers it to Franco, who smiles as he shakes Lando's hand.
"See you around Franco." Y/n says smiling softly and Lando takes her hand pulling her with him.
Franco's smile fades as they walk away and he sighs self-consciously.
"Fuck, I forgot about that too!"
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sweet talker
paige x reader
had to hop back on my grind, iâve been very busy
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There was one thing about paige that you hated and loved at the same time: her words.
somehow, she had the ability to get whatever she wanted from you, no matter what, with only a sweet statement punctuated by a light caress.Â
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âpaigey, honey, you gotta get up,â you say softly, running a hand over the loose strands of hair that had fallen out of her bun. she shifts, bringing an arm up to cover her eyes and groaning.
âno, cmon baby, letâs just go back to sleep,â she whines.
âwell, i might go back to sleep, but you asked me to wake you up so you could go study in the library for something.â she grunts, pulling her other arm from under the covers and wrapping it around your waist from where you stand leaning over the bed.
âcome back to bed, ma,â she pleads, opening her eyes to look at you adoringly. she just looks so good in the mornings, you think to yourself. her hair messy, t-shirt ridden up to show more than a sliver of her stomach, perfect for you to curl up with.Â
âplease.â the whine in her voice does it, along with the tight arm curling around you. you climb over her into your bed and lay down, letting her bury her face in your chest.Â
âyâknow i hate it when you do that, honey,â you say, fidgeting with the fingers on the hand she had placed on your heart.
âdo what?â she asks, voice muffled and already sounding sleepy again.Â
âsweet talk me into doing the things you want me toâ
she sits up, bringing her face close to yours and tilting her head, stating âitâs not my fault you fall for it every time.â she presses a soft kiss to your lips, then cuddles back on top of you and falls asleep almost instantly.
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BroâŠ. As someone who is very late to the ATLA party but has heard a good bit about this show due to its massive popularity this is spot on. The way people talked about katara on Twitter, I knew misogyny had to play a role (even when they cry out ânot every female character people dislike is because of sexism!â). But I was like ok maybe to an extent sheâs unlikeable and it can sorta explain the absolute vitriol she receives
I also constantly saw the memes about how sheâs always bringing up her dead mom every other episode just for her to mention her a handful of times and Iâm like??? Zuko can bring up his honor and call his uncle fat every episode and heâs a fan favorite (long before his redemption arc because male characters donât need growth to still be beloved) but katara being a bereaved 14 year old and mentioning her mom once every blue moon is too much? Like I was really expecting it to be a borderline flanderization thing and itâs just⊠not
Not to mention so much of it is due to men seeing themselves through Aang and hating katara for not immediately falling to her knees because a boy sheâs friends with whoâs nice likes her. Completely ignoring the overarching conflict thatâs going on in the world. Katara has to focus on her feelings for a boy đ
Anyways, Iâm halfway through season 3 and I canât see her getting significantly worse to the point that Iâd dislike her. Iâm gonna need my girl to like brutally murder an infant or something because the way people talk about her is insane. And it really does make people come into this show expecting Katara to be a way she quite literally is not.
I just watched Avatar for the first time all the way through, and yeah, itâs great, but the one thing that surprised me was how different Katara was compared to the fandom interpretation Iâd seen and internalized before watching.
Like, before you watch Avatar, youâve seen all these memes about Katara and her mom, and based on those memes, you assume itâs one of those lines you have to get used to hearing at least once every episode. But then you watch the show and realize that she only talks about her mom maybe five or six times per season and you also realize she only brings her up when sheâs trying to comfort someone or empathize with them because thatâs how she processes her grief and thatâs one way she connects with people.
Or you hear the infamous line, âthen you didnât love [our mother] the way I didâ and you prepare yourself for one of the worst character assassinations ever only to see the scene after nearly three seasons worth of context and realize she was kinda right. Sheâs been the mother, the nurturer, the comforter. Sheâs been patient, gentle, and accommodating where everyone else has gotten to be insensible and reckless and childish, and the one moment where she allows herself to feel her grief, suddenly sheâs this evil bitch and not, yâknow, a 14 year old girl whose been thrusted into adulthood in a way no other character has. A 14 year old girl who should be allowed immaturity and raw emotion and anger instead of the patience and grace sheâs been forced to extend to every character without even the smallest amount of gratitude or even consideration in return.
Or you see all of the clips where Katara puts Aang in the âfriendzoneâ and you expect to have this wishy washy back and forth where Aang is putting his feelings out there only to have Katara neither commit nor express any clear reciprocation or rejection. Then you watch and realize that, as cute as the ship is initially, that thereâs never a point where Aang returns any comfort or grace to Katara despite her always doing this for him to the point of coddling. That for as much as Aang says he loves her, he never seems to outgrow his perception of her so he can recognize her as someone who feels grief, anger, and pain as much as she expresses love, kindness, and maturity. And instead of having moments where he learns to see her beyond her strength or compassion, youâre instead given moments where Aang forces his feelings onto her, both romantic and non-romantic, and Katara is expected to justâŠshoulder those feelings the way she shoulders everyone elseâs.
Katara is the most misunderstood character in the show. As much as people recognize the complexities of Zuko, Sokka, and Azula, they struggle to do the same for Katara because they see her struggles as somehow lesser, and therefore, less deserving of sympathy. They can handle her so long as sheâs being endlessly patient and loving and kind, but the moment her endless love, patience, and kindness runs out, sheâs suddenly this annoying bitch who canât shut up about her mother or reciprocate Aangâs feelings. But Kataraâs trauma does matter as much as anyone elseâs. No, she wasnât banished from her kingdom. No, she didnât lose her entire community, and no, she isnât the only one who lost her mother. But the difference between her and everyone else whose experienced loss because of the Fire Nation is that sheâs never given time to process her trauma. Aang gets to lean on Katara constantly. Toph gets to express her feelings to Katara, and yeah, Sokka also lost their mother, but unlike Katara, he isnât put in the position of being a substitute for everyoneâs parent. He even admits that he sees his sister as a mother. The only characters who ever comfort Katara or allow her to vent is Zuko and her father and thatâs, like, three scenes in a show where the other characters are consistently given opportunities to seek out Katara for unconditional support.
The fandom interpretation of Katara has been so bastardized that even those who havenât watched the show know her for this fanon version and not for who she is. Sheâs such an interesting character beyond her fandom limitations, though. Sheâs brave, hot-headed, and hopeful as well as gentle and caring. She wishes to learn waterbending, not only because she wants to fight in the war, but because she wants to continue her cultureâs practices because, and people often forget this, she also lost an entire subculture within her already fractured tribe. And she wants to defeat the Fire Nation both because of her deep love and empathy for other people, but also because she wants to avenge her mother. But because some of the fans have reduced Katara to a bitch who constantly whines about her mother and friendzones Aang, you wouldnât know any of this, and it sucks because sheâs the only character whose been dumbed down to such an extent.
#another thing#if sokka was a girl he would be absolutely hated#heâs so loud and annoying and apathetic at times and that shit would not fly with a female character#but then Iâve seen people say they hate katara because she acts like sheâs better than everyone for having morals#so really itâs damned if you do damned if you donât
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Thinking about John Price and his cute little assistant (reader) who ends up pregnant.Â
A/N: Guys i was inspired while scrolling on the john price x reader tag, this legit came to me as a vision and now i have to write it (I plan on expanding on this idea so just stay with me!!!!)
Imagine being John Price's cute little assistant, just the sweetest little thing that John is kinda obsessed with. Like don't get me wrong she is amazing at her job, smart, put together and well organized and John does feel that her addition has been a positive one, taking some pressure off his shoulders and making sure his team is always prepared for whatever they are doing. She is very good at what she does, but that doesnât stop John from admiring her. He knows he shouldn't be bit, he can't help it, she's young and sweet and a little bit innocent and he just wants to protect and love her all the time.Â
In the beginning she was shy, only addressing him as sir and knocking on his door hesitantly whenever she needed to speak to him but gradually their boundaries became less and less. More often than not she works out of his office, whether heâs there or not, he insists on buying her an early lunch when she lets slip that she didn't have breakfast that morning. He has even picked her up from a night out once or twice, a little bit tipsy and calling the most trusted person she can think of that just happened to be her boss. He takes care of her as well, helping her get her makeup and clothes off before tucking her into her bed with a bottle of water and pain killers for the morning. He doesn't mention it when he sees her next, knowing how embarrassed she will be when he tells her the loneliness her tipsy self admitted.Â
When she starts to get sick John is having absolutely none of it, driving her home and ordering her to take some time off (he even visits later that night to bring her some soup for her stomach). He doesn't expect her to look so sad when she comes back supposedly better from her âfluâ, he doesn't expect to see her eyes shine with tears when he asks âwhat's wrong babygirl?â. He sits them down on the couch in his office together, putting an arm over her and pulling her close for comfort. He certainly does not expect her to look up at him with those shiny wet eyes and admit she did something bad before crying that she's pregnant. Itâs news to John who never even considered that his girl would be dating (let alone sleeping with) people. When he vocalizes this and she admits that her baby daddy isn't a very good guy, it's over for John.Â
Suddenly he's all over her, promising to be there for her, that she can come to him whenever she needs. And he actually means it. Suddenly sheâs staying in the spare bedroom in his house, not only does it have more room but John can keep an eye on her. She entirely moves into his office working on his desk with him, he gets her a comfy chair so she can be supported in the later months. He gets up to hold her hair back when she has morning sickness and ensures she gets enough nutritious food each day. When she starts showing, oh my god John doesn't know what to do with himself. That little bump peaking out of her tight skirts makes him foam at the mouth. Of course he prioritizes her comfort, insisting she change shoes and stop wearing those uncomfortable looking heels, but he keeps her in her formal work attire for just a little longer, just so he can see her cute tummy poking out of it.Â
Speaking of her bump. He simply can't resist putting his hand on it. He feels so protective over it, best believe he goes feral if anyone tries to touch it. Hell all but breaks loose when his precious baby looks up at him with teary eyes telling him how uncomfortable she was when some rando put their hand on her stomach, (someone definitely lost their job that day). He eventually has her sitting in his lap, cooing over her and reassuring her that they won't get in trouble, that really he is the big boss anyways. He just loves having her there, perched on top of him he rests his head on her shoulder both arms coming around to cradle her now bigger bump.Â
John mandates maternity leave when she starts getting big, maybe around seven months when she spends a lot of her time complaining about back aches and swollen ankles, of course he does what he can to help her but it gets to the point where he knows that she should be resting. He has to basically forcibly put her on leave, reassuring her panics about money by promising to take care of her. And oh boy does he. He gives her foot massages and holds her belly, when she starts outgrowing her clothes best believe he would hand over any of his so she can fit in them more comfortably. He's just all over her, unable to stomach the fact that soon she will have a real live baby. That baby is about to become the most protected baby in the entire world.
That's all I have for now because I fear if I begin rambling about the rest of the 141 neither of us might make it out alive. (just know this baby is going to be so damn spoiled itâs crazy).Â
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HI MAE so i didnt send the shy remus x reader ask but i saw that u wanted ideas and i had one. what about reader who's very cocky and like confident and stuff and remus is intimidated by her usually but then theyre at a party or smth and shes all drunk and shes all over him telling him stuff like how shes got the biggest crush on him or like how hes genuinely one of the most attractive people shes ever met and shy remus is js like đł while also taking care of her bc shes so drunk and simultaneously trying not to combust
Hi my love, thank you so much for your request!
cw: alcohol
shy!Remus x fem!reader ⥠1.1k words
Really, it should be Siriusâ responsibility to look after you. It is his party, after all. But Sirius has a love for delegating unwanted tasks and also a love for meddling (which Remus theorizes he got at least partly from James). So, naturally, youâre in Remusâ lap.Â
âYou guys are so nice,â you croon, words strung together like cursive and fingers toying with a loose thread of Remusâ sweater. Heâs resigned himself to letting you unravel the whole thing without complaint. âAll of you, all your friends are the nicestâŠthe warmest people I ever knew. Howâd you do that?âÂ
Remus smiles down at you. âI think James has always been good at bringing out the best in people.âÂ
Heâs not entirely sure how you came to be lying on your back on the couch, your head on Remusâ thigh and your hands reaching for the dangling thread above you like a cat enjoying some lazy play. If he asked you, Remus doesnât think youâd know, either. It makes a lovely view for him, your eyes uptilted in his direction and features relaxed and unguarded as a result of the series of tequila shots Sirius had cajoled you into not realizing youâd already had a few drinks. Remus very much enjoys having you this close and being able to look at you so casually, even if your brassy, larger-than-life demeanor often terrifies as much as impresses him. Even if your head on his thigh makes his face feel like a fire hazard.Â
âDonât think he had to work very hard with you. Youâre such a sweetheart already.â You say it so simply, an obvious truth, and Remus finds himself staying perfectly still like a rabbit in the woods that thinks it might yet escape your notice. His heartbeat pitters in everywhere from his cheeks to his fingertips. He worries heâs going to have to make a response, but your eyes widen suddenly. âOh! Sit still.âÂ
No problems there. Remus moves only his eyes as you sit up from his lap, tucking your feet underneath you and reaching for him with your lip trapped between your teeth in concentration. You touch a fingertip to his cheek and smile victoriously.Â
âGot it.â You turn your finger, showing him. âYou had an eyelash.â You blow it off your fingertip and onto Siriusâ rug. Remus marvels at the unthinking loveliness of you. âHave I talked to you about your eyes before?â you ask conversationally.Â
Remus blinks, ceasing his tracking of the eyelash to look at you. âI donât think so,â he ventures, though he knows you havenât. He remembers most exchanges youâve had, and he definitely would have remembered that.Â
âOh.â Your brows purse softly. âMustâve been with someone else,â you murmur, almost to yourself. âAnyway, itâs important to me that you know, theyâre really beautiful.âÂ
Remus startles, partly at the compliment but mostly at the touch you lay on his cheek, your fingers cool and gentle, like youâre steadying his face for your perusal. You look into his eyes attentively.Â
âTheyâre brown,â Remus says in a soft voice.Â
Your lips tilt like heâs said something funny. âNobodyâs eyes are just brown, Remus. There are so many different kinds.â Your index finger draws a short line across his cheekbone. Remus canât tell you mean for it to or not. âYours are sort of like aâŠlike a gradient. They get lighter farther down.âÂ
Remus decides to study your eyes as you study his, and he sees what you mean. The shadow of your lashes makes your irises look darker at the tops. Itâs difficult to tell, though, with your pupils eclipsing so much of them.Â
âTheyâre, like, a warmish brown,â youâre saying, gaze unwavering. âLike the color you want your tea to be. You know, thereâs some fact or study or something that says brown eyes make people feel safe. Did you know that?âÂ
âI didnât,â Remus says. The weight of your attention is taking its toll on him, his body aching to sink into the couch cushions. He wants to ask if brown eyes have that effect on you, but he doesnât have the nerve. âIs that so?â he asks instead.
You shrug. âI dunno. Works on me.âÂ
The breath stalls in Remusâ lungs. Youâre looking at him like you havenât said anything out of the ordinary, expression wide open and somewhat unfocused.Â
You yawn, removing your hand from his face to half cover your mouth. Itâs an awfully endearing show, and over too fast. âI guess thatâs probably whyââ You cut yourself off with a hiccup. Your eyes flare like you werenât expecting it, hand jumping back up in front of your mouth. Remus grins before he can stop himself.Â
âOh.â Your smile is an afterthought, a response to his. âSorry.âÂ
âItâs okay.â Remus isnât even certain what youâre apologizing for.Â
Your eyes have that sweet, attentive look again. âI really like when you smile.âÂ
Remus feels heat spread up to the tips of his ears. Itâs official. Heâs got more in common with a live flame than a human anymore. âWhat were you saying?â he prompts.Â
You bite your lip as though youâve forgotten. âOh!â Your eyes light. âJust, I guess thatâs probably why I have such a giant crush on you.âÂ
Remusâ heart thuds. He breathes, âWhat?âÂ
âYeah.â You roll your eyes, grinning at yourself. âItâs relentless.â Hiccup. âSuper embarrassing. Butâbut youâve got those eyes, and your freckles, and that sweetheart faceâŠâ You shrug again, helpless. Ride out another hiccup. âWhat am I supposed to do?âÂ
Remus stares at you. It seems impossible. You have a crush on him? Itâs out of the natural order. The worldâs gone to chaos. Itâs supposed to be the other way around! Remus pines silently after you, you eventually find some big, cocksure bloke who can match you, and Remus continues to pine whilst you go on with your brilliant, dazzling life. Thatâs the way itâs meant to be.Â
âI wouldâŠâ Remus finds his mouth forming around words he doesnât recognize until they come out. âIâd know a thing or two about a crush like that.âÂ
Your lips part, but you donât look offended. âWell, yeah. Iâd hope you knew I fancied you, Iâve only been seeking you out ever since we met.âÂ
Not what he meant. Remus did not, in fact, know that.Â
âI didnât notice you were,â he admits.Â
Your head tilts. âReally?â Thereâs an obvious follow up questionâthen what did you mean just now?âbut for one reason or another, you donât ask it. You only lean onto his shoulder, your head slipping a few inches down his arm.
Remus channels all his bravery into an arm around your waist to keep you from slumping further. He vows to himself to tell you tomorrow.
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At The End of The Night
Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
The Loud House Universe
Warnings: Smut Inside - Minors DNI (18+)
Note: I hope y'all enjoy
Summary: Wanda has always been a third in Reader and Nat's relationship. Why not take it to the next level?
W/c: 5k
It felt strange, in a good way, for the house to be this quiet. You were seated on the couch, sandwiched between Wanda and Natasha, as the soft TV light bathed the room in dim, darting light. Cara was away at a sleepover with friends, leaving you and Natasha with the rare opportunity for a quiet night. Of course, inviting Wanda over for a movie night was a given.
People always joked that Wanda was the third in your marriage, and while that was only half true, the three of you shared a bond unlike any other. When Wanda joined the team, you were the first person to make her feel welcome, and she was someone who quickly found her place in your lives. You and Wanda immediately hit it off, bonding over a few common interests and quickly building a friendship that became as easy as family. Wanda was a person you trusted with pretty much everything. She's someone you both cared about deeply.
Now, nestled together under a heavy blanket, Wanda gave an exaggerated sigh as she leaned her head against the pillows. âIâm just saying, if he wanted her back, he could have tried a little harder than just showing up at her work with a bouquet,â she scoffed, her eyes never leaving the screen.
Natasha smirked on your other side. âItâs a rom-com. If it made sense, it wouldnât be half as entertaining,â she said, sipping her wine. She draped an arm casually over the back of the couch, stroking the back of your neck with the tip of her fingers.
You sighed softly at the sensation, the wine, and the heat of their bodies, making you feel content and comfortable. Wanda shifted, and her thigh pressed against yours. The movie was coming to an end, and you were buzzed. It was a good feeling.
"I need more wine," You announced.
"Oh no, you don't," Natasha gripped your glass out of arms' reach. "You get too frisky when you're drunk."
"You say that like it's a bad thing," You scoffed.
"It is when we have guests," Natasha gestured to Wanda. "You've been rubbing my leg this entire movie."
You hadn't even noticed. "Sorry, Wands," You apologized.
"No, I'm used to it," Wanda waved her hand, dismissing your concerns.
"Used to it?" You frowned.
Wanda nodded. "You're not subtle. You always do the same things when you're drunk, which isn't often. You guys are very touchy-feely." She teased, laughing a little as she looked between you and Natasha. "Not that it's a bad thing."
"Sorry if that makes you uncomfortable," Natasha apologized.
"It's fine," Wanda promised. "It's a nice change, actually. Everyone is so formal, and everyone always wants something from me. You guys are the only ones who make me feel... Normal. It's nice."
"We'll always be here for you," You smiled. "You're sweet."
She smiled back at you.
âYou donât have to be anyone but yourself with us. And if you ever feel uncomfortable, just say the word.â You told her.
Wanda smiled, glancing down. âYou guys are the best,â she said, looking up with a hint of bashfulness. âI guess Iâve always wondered what that would feel likeâto have someone you could just be yourself around all the time.â
You exchanged a quick glance with Natasha before gently nudging Wanda with your shoulder. âItâll happen for you, too, you know. Some lucky person out there will love you for exactly who you are.â
Wanda chuckled, her cheeks turning a little pink. âYou both make it look so easy, though. How do you even start with all of this⊠relationship stuff?â
"Have you not been in one?" Natasha raised a brow.
"No, not really. There was a guy back home, but he was a jerk. And I was so busy, and then there was Ultron and Sokovia, and..." Wanda trailed off, shaking her head. "It's always seemed like a luxury."
"It's not. It's an incredible experience." You said, smiling to yourself as you glanced at your wife.
"And the sex is a bonus," Natasha grinned.
Wanda rolled her eyes. "I'm sure."
"What?" You frowned, a little confused. "Are you a virgin?"
"No, no," Wanda shook her head. "I've slept with a man before, but..."
"But what?" Natasha frowned.
"I've never slept with a woman," Wanda explained.
"Would you like to?" You tilted your head.
"With whom?" Wanda's eyes widened.
"Well, not necessarily now," You shook your head. You licked your lips and thought it over. "But we could help you practice if you'd like."
"Practice?"
"Sure," Natasha nodded. "There's no reason for you to have a bad first time."
"I'm not asking for a pity-fuck," Wanda rolled her eyes. She sighed. "I should probably get home."
"Or you could stay?" You suggested, looking over to Natasha for backup. "If you want."
Natasha nodded in agreement. "It's a big bed, and you could have the spare room if you'd rather have privacy. But, no pressure."
"Yeah," You agreed. "It doesn't have to be anything weird. I mean, not unless you want it to be."
Wanda stared at you both briefly, her brow creasing a little. "So, what, I'll come to sleep with you guys, and you'll make me feel good?"
"If that's what you want, yes," You nodded. "And if not, we'll still be here for you."
"Why?"
"Because we're your friends and care about you," Natasha shrugged. "We're offering because we'd like to, but if you're not interested, that's fine, too."
Wanda looked at the both of you for a moment, a little taken aback. You felt a little guilty. You hadn't meant to make her uncomfortable.
"What would we do?" She finally asked.
"Whatever you'd like. Whatever makes you feel good," Natasha assured her.
"I'm sorry," Wanda shook her head. She brushed a hand over her face to collect her thoughts. "Maybe I've had too much to drink. Are you guys being serious?"
"Yes," You nodded.
"Okay, hold on. Let me process," Wanda put up her hands.
You and Natasha exchanged another glance, not wanting to make the younger woman feel awkward.
"I'm going to grab more wine," Natasha announced, standing up. "Be right back."
"You can ask questions," You said, reaching over and squeezing her hand.
"I-I'm not sure what to ask," She admitted.
"How do you feel about it?"
"A little embarrassed," Wanda chuckled nervously. "But also a little curious."
"What's embarrassing about it?"
"It's not something that's normally talked about, is it? People don't go around bragging about how much they want to fuck their friends." She explained, dropping her hands to her lap. "You two are generous for the offer, but I don't want to be someone intruding on your marriage."
"It's only intruding if we say no and you push," You reminded her. "Which is the same for you. If you say no, we won't push."
There was a long pause from her. She hadn't said no yet.
Wanda sighed softly, running a hand through her hair. "I'm afraid I won't be good. What if I fumble, or what if it's awkward and..."
"Then we'll have a laugh and call it a day. I promise." You reassured her.
Wanda bit her lip, and you watched her eyes dart from the door to you and back to the door. Finally, she turned to look at you again.
"What would you want to do with me?" She asked, her voice a little softer. Instead of telling her, you decided to show her. You scooted closer to her on the couch, raising your hands to her face before leaning in to press your lips against hers. Her lips were soft, and her skin was warm. She melted into the kiss, her shoulders relaxing as she brought a hand up to touch your face. You pulled away for a moment, gauging her reaction. Her lips were slightly parted, and her cheeks flushed, but she said nothing.
"Come here," You whispered. This kiss was more sensual. Mainly for her benefit and partly because you'd wanted to taste her for a while. You sucked on her bottom lip, eliciting a soft moan from the young woman.
"I can see why you're a married woman," Wanda whispered.
"I've got some moves," You smirked.
"So do I," Wanda replied, suddenly pulling you back in. Her lips were hungry and insistent, and her tongue flicked against yours, drawing another soft moan from the depths of your throat.
"I leave for two minutes," Natasha sighed. She had three filled wine glasses balancing in her hands. "I take it you're up for the offer."
"I'm still considering," Wanda replied, though her eyes were glued to your lips. "We should discuss this over wine."
Natasha grinned. "Good plan. Here's your glass." She handed Wanda the red wine before sitting next to you. She reached for the remote, flicked the TV off, and plunged the room into semi-darkness. Only the soft glow from the kitchen light illuminated the living room.
Wanda gulped down her glass of wine as you looked at her amusedly. When her glass was empty, she softly set it on the table. "Are you guys in an open marriage?"
"No," Natasha answered. "Not open. We just like you."
"I'm not a homewrecker," Wanda insisted.
"It's not a wreck if we want to share," You said.
Wanda took a deep breath, looking between you and Natasha. She chewed on her bottom lip as she contemplated your proposition. You could tell she was nervous but also intrigued.
"If it's too much, we can stop whenever you want," Natasha reminded her.
"Can I kiss you?" Wanda asked her.
"I'd be upset if you didn't."
Wanda's lips crashed against Natasha's. Their lips locked, their tongues meeting as the two women explored each other. The sight was breathtaking, and you could feel the arousal growing within you.
You took a long sip of your wine, watching them. There were key differences in how you kissed and Natasha kissed. Natasha was more hands-on with her kissing, opting to feel whatever part of your body she could get her hands on. You could see them twitch in her lap out of the corner of your eye. Her kisses were confident and sensual. They left no doubt in your mind about what her intentions were.
Wanda's hands rested against your thighs, occasionally gripping them. She was less intense and more curious. Her kisses were tentative, exploring the other woman's mouth slowly and deliberately. She clearly felt for Natasha, and you wondered if the redhead knew. It was a dangerous line to cross, but you were not giving up this opportunity.
You couldn't help but wonder if this was how Natasha felt the first time the two of you had sex. Seeing the two of them together was thrilling and a little surreal.
Natasha was the one to break the kiss. She pulled away with a sigh, licking her lips as she looked over at you.
"You've got good taste," She smirked.
"So do you," You winked.
"How far do we want to take this?" Natasha asked, looking over at Wanda. "The ball is in your court."
"I have some ideas," Wanda blushed. "But I'm a little afraid."
"Do you want to be the one getting fucked?" You asked.
"Yes," Wanda nodded.
"Do you want to fuck Natasha, or do you want her to fuck you?"
"I-I... I want you to fuck me," Wanda said.
"That can be arranged," You winked.
"And do you want me to watch, or do you want me to join?" Natasha asked, her fingers dancing along Wanda's arm.
"Whatever you'd like," Wanda said softly.
"We have plans for you yet," You rested a hand on the small of her waist. "I hope this is okay."
"This is great," Wanda said, leaning back as you kissed her neck. "Just different. I'm not used to being treated this way."
"Well, you deserve it," Natasha purred. "And so does my wife. She likes it a little rough. How do you like it?"
"I'm not sure," Wanda admitted. "I've only had sex a couple of times, and it wasn't amazing."
"Oh, honey," Natasha cooed. "We'll take good care of you. That's a promise."
"Okay," Wanda breathed.
"Come here," You grabbed her by the waist, pulling her over onto your lap. You kissed her gently, trying to soothe her. You didn't want her to feel uncomfortable or pressured; the last thing you wanted was for her to feel like an intruder.
Wanda moaned into your mouth as your tongue found hers, the tension in her shoulders gradually melting away. Your fingers crept under the hem of her shirt, gently rubbing the soft skin of her lower back.
"Do you want to take this to the bedroom?" Natasha asked.
"Yes," Wanda nodded, breaking the kiss and climbing off your lap. Natasha took her hand, leading her to the bedroom as you trailed. The room was dark and cool. She set Wanda up on the edge of the bed.
"I want to see you two kiss," She blushed.
"Oh, does that turn you on?"
"It always has," She nodded.
Natasha smirked. "Then we should oblige." She turned and kissed you, her hands cupping your face. Her lips were soft, and the taste of wine lingered on her tongue.
"Mm," Wanda hummed.
You'd wanted Natasha's hands on your body all night. She sucked on your tongue, drawing a soft moan from the depths of your throat.
"Fuck, that's hot," Wanda whimpered.
You smiled into the kiss, feeling Natasha's lips pull up at the corners. You broke the kiss and pulled her close, your bodies pressing against each other.
"Your turn," You said, gesturing towards Wanda. "Go easy on her."
"Wouldn't dream of doing otherwise," Natasha replied, her green eyes sparkling.
"Are you gonna strip, or are you waiting for me to do it?" Wanda teased.
Natasha laughed, walking over to the young woman and sitting beside her. She placed a hand on her thigh and leaned in, kissing her. This time, there was no hesitation.
Natasha kissed her hungrily, her fingers tracing circles against her bare skin. Wanda moaned softly, her body shivering. She broke the kiss, looking up at Natasha through thick lashes.
"Are you alright?" Natasha asked.
"More than," Wanda nodded.
"Can I touch you?"
"Please."
Natasha's hand trailed up her thigh and slipped underneath her shirt. Her hand found the soft cup of her bra as she used her thumb to tease Wanda's nipple through the material. To Wanda, it was perfect foreplay, but you knew better. Natasha was gauging Wanda's sensitivity. She did not disappoint.
"Mmm," Wanda sighed, her back arching slightly to get more feeling. "Fuck, that feels good."
"Does it?" Natasha smirked, continuing to rub the fabric. Wanda's nipple was hardening and beginning to peek out.
"Yes," Wanda whimpered.
"You want more?"
"Please."
Natasha's fingers slipped beneath her bra, her fingertips brushing against the soft, sensitive skin. Wanda moaned, her body jerking a little.
"Fuck, that's so good," Wanda whined.
"You like having your nipples played with, don't you?" Natasha purred.
"Y-yes," Wanda breathed.
Natasha smirked. "Good to know."
She kissed her again, her lips hungry and demanding. Wanda melted into the kiss, her body sinking into the mattress. You used that moment of distraction to begin unbuttoning Wanda's jeans. Your fingers made quick work of the buttons and zipper.
"Lift up for me, baby," You requested.
Wanda raised her hips, letting you slide the denim down her legs. You tossed them to the side, leaving her in her panties and her bra.
Natasha finally broke the kiss, and Wanda gasped for air. "You're so beautiful," Natasha murmured, eyes scanning the younger woman's body. "And you taste so sweet."
Wanda blushed. "Thank you," She said shyly.
"My turn," You grinned, kneeling between her thighs.
"Your wife has good ideas," Wanda hummed.
You spread Wanda's legs for her, noting the wet patch on the front of her underwear. Your mouth watered at the sight.
"You've been wanting this for a while," You mused as you approached her. You used your knuckle to brush against the wet spot finding her clit with ease.
"Shit," Wanda gasped.
You smirked at the reaction.
"I'd ask you what you were thinking, but I think it's fairly obvious." You teased, rubbing slow, firm circles around her clit.
Wanda moaned, her body writhing beneath you. "F-fuck."
"Don't make her come so fast," Natasha warned as she pinched Wanda's nipples between her fingers.
"Sorry, babe," You smirked, pulling your hand away.
Wanda let out a soft whimper at the sudden loss of contact.
"We can't have that," Natasha purred. She moved her hands from Wanda's chest and slid her fingers underneath the waistband of her underwear. "Lift up for me, pretty girl."
Wanda obeyed, raising her hips once again. Natasha hooked her fingers around the fabric and tugged them down. She tossed them over her shoulder, her green eyes raking over Wanda's exposed skin.
"Fuck," Natasha muttered.
"What is it?" Wanda asked.
"You're just so... fucking gorgeous,"
"I didn't shave," Wanda apologized. "I didn't exactly plan for this."
"Doesn't matter," You shook your head. "Natasha, hold her." You raised your chin. Natasha immediately knew what you were asking of her. She moved across the bed and leaned back against the pillows and headboard. She patted the spot between her legs for Wanda to come and sit. Wanda leaned back against Natahsa's front.
You grabbed Wanda's thighs, pulling her down the bed and spreading her legs, her glistening pussy on display for you. You didn't hesitate to lean in and lap up her slit. Her taste exploded on your tongue, the sweet taste of her arousal coating your tastebuds.
"Fuuuuck," Wanda groaned.
"You're doing so good," Natasha murmured, her hands massaging Wanda's tits and belly.
You continued to lick her, her taste and scent surrounding you. You moaned softly, loving the way she writhed beneath you.
"Y-you're really good at that," Wanda panted, her body jerking and trembling. "MMM," She moaned softly.
You could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter with each flick of your tongue.
"She's very skilled," Natasha chuckled.
"Oh, fuck," Wanda moaned, her head falling back. "Please."
You hummed softly, the vibration adding to her pleasure.
"Oh, please, oh," Wanda whimpered.
"She's really sensitive," Natasha mused. "Do you like that?" She asked.
"Y-yes, it feels amazing," Wanda stammered.
You smirked, swirling your tongue around her clit. Her thighs trembled in response, and you knew she was close.
"You don't know how long we've been wanting you," Natasha murmured into her ear. She nuzzled her neck with her nose.
"R-really?"
"You're gorgeous," Natasha murmured, her voice soft. "Of course."
"So are you," Wanda breathed.
"We could've done this so long ago," Natasha said, kissing her cheek.
Wanda didn't answer, and you weren't sure if she was even listening. Your tongue was buried deep in her pussy, and her legs were quivering. Natasha's hands moved to her thighs, forcing her to keep her legs open as you sucked her clit into your mouth.
"OH, oh, I'm going to..." She trailed off, her orgasm hitting her. Her body tensed, her legs trembling. You didn't stop, your tongue flicking over her sensitive nub.
"Mm," Natasha hummed.
Wanda's entire body tensed, and her back arched off the bed. You kept your tongue on her, tasting her orgasm as it flowed out of her.
"Shit," She panted.
"How was that?" You asked, finally pulling away.
"Good," She replied. "Amazing."
"We're not finished yet," Natasha said. "We're just getting started."
"You've been a really good girl," You smiled.
"Yeah?" Wanda asked, still trying to catch her breath.
"Yes," You nodded. "We've been talking about this for a while."
"You have?"
"Yes," Natasha smiled. "And now, you're all ours."
"Yes," Wanda nodded. She reached for you, pulling you to her and tasting herself on your tongue.
"I think she likes it," Natasha smirked.
"Yeah," You nodded.
"Can I touch you?"
"Sure," You shrugged. "Where do you want to touch me?"
"Everywhere," Wanda admitted. "Will you show me how to pleasure her?" She leaned her head onto Natasha's shoulder to see her eyes. The two of you shared a smirk. Wanda assumed that Natasha usually took a more dominant role in the bedroom. If only she'd seen you a couple nights ago, with Natasha begging you to fuck her as you made her come for the second time.
"Start with her neck," Natasha instructed. "And her ears. Those are two of her most sensitive areas."
Wanda followed her instructions. Her lips pressed against your neck, and her teeth grazed your earlobe.
"Mmm," You hummed, tilting your head to the side.
"That's good," Natasha praised.
"Do you want my shirt off?"
"Yes," Wanda nodded.
You reached down, pulling the shirt over your head. The cold air hit your bare skin, causing your arms and chest goosebumps.
"Now her nipples," Natasha murmured, watching Wanda closely.
Wanda nodded, her fingers finding your nipple and pinching it.
"Ooh," You gasped.
"She's more sensitive there than I am," Natasha explained.
"Not true," You moaned.
"Oh, hush," She smirked.
"Keep doing that," You urged as Wanda wrapped her lips around your nipple. You straddled her lap, effectively pinning her to Natasha as you looked into your wife's eyes.
"Look at her," Natasha smirked. "So pretty."
Wanda looked up at you, her lips still wrapped around your nipple. You cupped her cheek, smiling at her.
"Such a good girl," Natasha praised.
Wanda's eyes fluttered closed at the praise, her body melting into yours.
"She's perfect," Natasha murmured, her voice low.
"Mhmm," You agreed, running a hand through Wanda's hair.
Wanda's hands roamed your body, exploring every inch of your skin. She was so curious, so eager, and it made you smile.
"You're so sexy," Wanda said softly when her lips released your nipple with a pop. "Both of you."
"And so are you," Natasha cooed.
"You've got great boobs," Wanda hummed.
"Why thank you," You grinned.
"Do you mind if I kiss her again?"
"Go right ahead," Natasha replied.
Wanda pressed her lips against yours, her hands roaming your back.
"Do you want to touch her more?" Natasha asked.
"I think so," Wanda nodded. "But I don't know where to start."
"Just explore," Natasha replied.
Wanda's hands explored your body, her fingers tracing patterns along your skin.
"That's so good," You breathed.
"She's so responsive," Wanda smiled.
"Yeah, she is," Natasha agreed.
Wanda's fingers trailed down your stomach, her hand slipping into your pants. Her fingers found your pussy, sliding along the wetness.
"Oh, god," You moaned, your hips bucking forward.
"Does that feel good?" Wanda asked.
"Yes," You moaned.
Wanda's fingers moved up and down, sliding easily along your pussy. This was her first time touching another woman. She wanted to see and feel everything.
"Fuck," You breathed, your hips bucking.
"So wet," Wanda purred.
"Yeah, that's what happens when someone has you as a lover," Natasha said, her voice dripping with lust.
"Right there," You sighed as Wanda's fingers clumsily found your clit.
"Here?"
"Y-yeah," You moaned.
Wanda's fingers worked your clit, her pace quickening.
"Mm," Natasha hummed.
"F-fuck," You whimpered, your hips jerking.
"Good girl," Natasha purred.
Wanda continued her ministrations, her fingers rubbing your clit.
"O-oh," You moaned.
"That's it," Natasha encouraged.
Your thighs began to tremble, your orgasm building.
"C-close," You stammered.
"Come for her," Natasha said.
"Fuck, yes," Wanda growled.
"OH," You moaned, your body tensing as your orgasm washed over you. Wanda's fingers continued to work, her pace unrelenting.
"Fuck," You breathed, your hips grinding against her.
"That's a good girl," Natasha said softly.
"Damn," Wanda smiled.
"That was really good," You said, taking a moment to breathe.
"It was," Wanda nodded. She helped you pull the sticky underwear and sweatpants from your body.
"How much can you take?" You asked Wanda.
"What do you mean?"
"Do you want Natasha to fuck you? Or do you want me to fuck you?"
"I don't know," Wanda admitted. "You choose."
"Hmm," You chuckled to yourself. You reached over to your nightstand, grabbed one of your favorite straps, and tossed it to Natasha. "She needs you."
"Is that so?" Natasha grinned, holding the strap-on.
"Yes," Wanda nodded, looking up at the redhead.
"How badly do you want it?" Natasha teased.
"I want it," Wanda answered, her voice shaky.
"Are you scared?"
"A little," Wanda admitted.
"We have you," You reassured her. Natasha removed herself from the bed to adjust the strap. It wasn't too big. Six and a half inches. It was perfect. She returned to the bed and kneeled between Wanda's thighs.
"We'll go slow," Natasha promised.
"Okay," Wanda nodded, taking a deep breath.
Natasha's hand slipped between her legs, testing her readiness.
"Fuck," Wanda gasped.
"That's good," Natasha smirked, pulling her hand back. "Ready?"
"Y-yes," Wanda said, nodding.
Natasha lined the dildo up with her pussy and pushed it in, her hands on either side of her hips.
"Oh, God," Wanda moaned, her eyes squeezing shut.
"How does it feel?"
"Good," Wanda whimpered.
"Just breathe, honey," Natasha cooed. From beside them, you offered moral support. You knew this feeling, and it was a good feeling.
"Fuck, it's a lot," Wanda panted.
"Do you need a minute?"
"No, keep going," Wanda urged.
Natasha obliged, pushing further into her.
"Oh, God," Wanda moaned.
"Good girl," Natasha murmured. Your eyes zeroed in on the strap pushing into Wanda's tight hole.
"Fuck," Wanda whined, her hips squirming.
"You're doing great," You praised.
"I know," Wanda groaned, her cheeks turning pink.
Natasha bottomed out, her hips flush against Wanda's.
"There we go," Natasha hummed.
"Oh," Wanda moaned, her body adjusting to the strap. Her clit brushed against Natasha's pelvis.
"That's better," Natasha smiled.
"Feels... different," Wanda admitted.
"Good or bad?"
"Just... different."
"You'll get used to it," You reassured her.
"Is that what it's like for you?" Wanda asked, looking at you.
"Sort of," You nodded. "But I usually have something inside me, too."
"Can I touch you again?" Wanda asked.
"Of course," You replied, spreading your legs.
Wanda reached over, her fingers finding your clit and rubbing slow circles around it.
"Mmm," You moaned.
"You have a pretty pussy," Wanda cooed.
"Thank you," You blushed.
"Do you mind if I taste it?"
"No, I don't mind," You shook your head. You knew the implications of what she was asking and obliged. In one swift move, you were straddling Wanda's head. She used one hand to wrap around your thigh and the other to dig into Natasha's back as the other woman thrust into her.
"Ooh," Wanda gasped as Natasha's hips met hers.
"Mm, fuck," You whimpered as her tongue lapped at your pussy.
"Tastes good," She muttered.
"You're so good," Natasha purred, her fingers digging into Wanda's hips.
Wanda moaned against your pussy, the vibrations sending shivers through your body.
"O-oh," You gasped.
Wanda's tongue flicked over your clit, her lips wrapping around it. You did the same to her earlier, and it drove her wild. She figured the same would be for you.
"Holy shit," You breathed, your hips grinding against her.
"Fuck, I can't," Natasha whined, her hips snapping.
"You're doing so good," You encouraged.
"Mm-hmm," Wanda mumbled, her tongue licking up your slit. If someone were to walk in right now, they'd either be horrified or incredibly turned on. The sound of the bed creaking against the floor and your mingled moans were the only things that could be heard.
"You're doing amazing, baby," Natasha praised, her hips moving faster and harder.
"You're going to make us both come," You groaned.
Wanda whimpered beneath you. She'd never experienced something as euphoric as this moment. Even if her neck strained and he tongue was tired, she was not giving up. She felt the delicious ache of the strap filling hr, and your arousal coated her tongue.
"Oh, god," You moaned, your thighs trembling.
"Fuck," Natasha growled, her hips thrusting.
Wanda's hands dug into your thighs, her nails leaving small crescent marks.
"I-I'm gonna," You stammered.
"Do it," Wanda murmured, her lips moving against your pussy. You came, reaching out to the headboard to hold you up as you thrust against her tongue. You tried to be mindful of the fact that she could suffocate, but Wanda only locked in more. She pulled you down, sucking gently on your clit, prolonging your orgasm. Not too shortly after, she was thrown into her own unexpected orgasm as Natasha thrust harder.
"F-fuck," Natasha grunted.
"Holy shit," Wanda whimpered, her hips bucking.
Natasha's hips jerked, her grip tightening.
"Shit," You swore.
"FUCK!" Wanda moaned, her legs trembling.
Natasha's body tensed, her thighs shaking.
"Oh, God," She groaned.
"Oh my," You breathed.
Wanda let out a shaky moan, her body writhing beneath yours.
"Wow," She whispered.
"You're doing amazing," You panted, climbing off her head.
"That was incredible," Natasha breathed, slowly pulling the strap out of Wanda's pussy.
"Thank you," Wanda smiled, her chest heaving.
"You're such a good girl," Natasha smiled.
"You are," You nodded. "I can't believe that was your first time."
"Really?" Wanda asked.
"Absolutely," Natasha replied.
"Well, I guess it was worth the wait."
"I'm sure," You laughed, crawling into the middle of the bed.
"Do you need anything, babe?" Natasha asked.
"Maybe a glass of water," You smirked.
"Okay," Natasha nodded. She kissed you and then kissed Wanda.
"You're going to stay, right?"
"If you want me to," Wanda smiled.
"We'd love for you to," You grinned.
"Then, yes," She nodded.
"Good," You smiled, kissing her gently.
"We're keeping her," Natasha said as she walked out of the room.
"Definitely," You grinned. "Can you go again?" You asked her as your hands trailed across her body.
"Y-yes," Wanda answered, her eyes fluttering closed.
"Good," You hummed, nuzzling your face in her neck.
"That was... wow," Wanda breathed.
"It was," You nodded, pressing soft kisses against her neck.
"I never thought I'd actually have sex with someone, let alone two people," She said.
"You haven't really dated before?"
"No," Wanda replied, shaking her head.
"We've known each other for a long time," You noted. "This feels natural."
"It does," Wanda agreed.
"It's like you're part of our little family already."
"I think so," She smiled.
"I'm glad you feel that way."
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It's soup season, we could all do with something comforting, so who wants my grandmother's super low maintenance soup recipe?
Of course you do. FrikadeÄŒu Zupa is good, the weather is getting cold for those of us in the northern hemisphere, and good, relatively cheap to make, relatively easy to make, food with good nutritional value is something we all need, especially in these trying times.
Ingredients:
Meatballs:
Bread Crumbs (honestly, I eyeball this, use however much speaks to you. I suggest using slightly stale rye bread or black bread, but use what you have)
About 1 lb Ground Meat (or meat substitute of your choosing. I use beef, use whatever speaks to you, just adjust your broth accordingly. Use however much meat as you want meatballs, this is just a standard amount, but just know if you go too much above this, you will likely need more broth as well and thatâs fine)
2 eggs (or egg substitute, this and the bread are just binding agents really)
Seasoning (I use a mix of salt, white pepper, and dill, but if you want to add paprika or oregano or want to use black pepper instead of white pepper, go for it)
Broth/Soup Base:
10 Cups Broth (match your meat or meat substitute, I tend to use half beef, half veggie broth. Use what you have/what you like)
Carrots (about 5 big ones, or however many small ones you have. Cut into about bite sized pieces)
Potatoes (about 3 medium without skins, grated on the medium holes of a standard cheese grater, or if you're like me and get tired of fussing with that, you can just take a peeler to it and use that directly into your broth)
Greens (I use mustard greens, or dandelion greens or even nettle greens if I can get them. This step is optional and not technically correct to the original soup recipe inspiring it, but my grandmother always combined frikadeÄŒu zupa with a nettle soup, and it is good and adds some additional vitamins and nutrients, so I do it still.)
Process
Start heating your broth over medium heat, just until it has started to simmer. You can add a little extra seasoning to it as well if you like, but avoid adding lighter herbs like dill until later or you are just wasting your herbs.
While your broth is simmering, mix your ground meat (or meat substitute) with eggs (or egg substitute), seasonings, and breadcrumbs, before forming into small meatballs about the size of an acorn. Set these aside for now.
Add your potato shreds to the broth (or just grate your peeled potatoes directly into the simmering broth if you're lazy or just don't want to have to wash another dish) and simmer for around 10 minutes.
Add your chopped carrots (and greens if you are including them) and simmer for another 10 or so minutes.
Add meatballs directly into the broth (careful, it will splash and you don't want to burn yourself). Simmer for another 30 minutes, or until your meatballs are fully cooked. Stir occasionally, but mostly you can just leave it alone.
Eat the soup. You will almost certainly have many leftovers. This is not a problem, because it reheats well, tastes good, and will keep you warm and happy and full. You may want to add more broth when you reheat it, so keep that in mind, as the potatoes can absorb a bit of the broth. This is also not a problem, because it means you now have extra flavorful potatoes.
If you are feeling fancy, serve it with the same bread you put in the meatballs, and a pickle (either in the soup or next to the soup). Or, cucumber salad (sliced cucumber, white vinegar, honey, dill, salt, sliced radish if you're feeling fancy, all eyeballed, taste as you add your ingredients after mixing them all well to decide whether you have your balance right).
If you do make her soup, please tell me. Or better yet, show me! We can have a bowl together from wherever you are in the world. I just passed my first year without her, and miss her horribly, but she would be very glad to know that her soup is out there making people happy when everything is so frustrating and depressing.
Feel free to share the recipe as widely as you like. Or reach out for pointers, or ask for my black bread recipe I make to go with it, or anything else. Food was always one of her love languages, so I can't help but love it too.
I think we all need some soup right now. Reblog to give prev a bowl of their favourite soup.
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Pairing: Alexia Putellas x reader
Words: 1400+
Warnings: none
Summary: You take Alexia ice skating, thinking sheâd be great at it like she is at everything else. You couldnât have been more wrong.
The day had started out with the best intentions. Alexia had been looking forward to the little break you had both managed to carve out of your hectic schedules, and you wanted to make it special. You'd decided to surprise her with an ice-skating date, thinking it would be fun to try something new together. Alexia was great at pretty much everythingâfootball, her role as captain, even the random card games she managed to win without fail. You figured ice skating would be no exception.
Turns out, you couldn't have been more wrong.
As you laced up your skates and glanced at Alexia, a mischievous smile spread across your face. She was giving the ice rink a wary look, the skates on her feet looking very out of place as she wobbled slightly, her expression skeptical.
"Ready, captain?" you teased, reaching for her hand as you both stepped toward the ice.
She took a deep breath, squeezing your hand, her gaze shifting between the smooth, glistening surface and your confident smile. "I... I don't know," she muttered, her Spanish accent even thicker than usual. "Is... slippery, no?"
"SĂ, it's a little slippery," you replied, trying not to laugh as she looked at you with a mix of terror and determination. "But that's part of the fun."
She gave you a doubtful look, but before she could back out, you gently tugged her onto the ice. Her eyes went wide, and within seconds, she was gripping your hand with both of hers, her feet sliding out from under her as she scrambled to stay upright.
"ÂĄAy! Don't let me fall!" she exclaimed, her voice just a bit too loud, drawing a few amused glances from other skaters nearby. She clutched at your arm like her life depended on it, her gaze fixed on you as if you were the only thing keeping her from crashing.
"Relax, I've got you," you said, wrapping your arm around her waist to steady her. "Just... try to stand straight. Use your core, okay?"
She let out a huff, shooting you a look. "Easy for you to say," she mumbled, her grip tightening as she leaned heavily against you, still wobbling unsteadily. "I play... on grass, not on this... this ice!"
You bit back a laugh, doing your best to keep her upright as you slowly guided her around the rink. She moved cautiously, her feet sliding haphazardly, and you could feel her frustration growing as she struggled to keep her balance.
"If you let me fall," she said, her voice low and serious, "you are single by tomorrow. Understand?"
The look she gave you was so intense that you couldn't tell if she was joking or not, and you felt a wave of laughter bubbling up, but you managed to keep it together. "Understood, captain," you replied, giving her a little nod. "I won't let go."
Alexia relaxed a bit, though her gaze remained focused on her skates, her movements awkward as she tried to mimic your graceful gliding. Every so often, she'd slip, and you'd tighten your grip, practically supporting her full weight as you kept her from toppling over.
After a few minutes, she looked up at you, a slightly embarrassed smile tugging at her lips. "Why... why am I so bad at this?" she asked, her tone almost pouty.
You smiled, leaning in to press a quick kiss to her forehead. "Hey, it's your first time. Besides, you're adorable when you're not good at something."
She narrowed her eyes at you, but the hint of a smile betrayed her amusement. "Adorable? I am... I am captain, not adorable!"
"Sure, sure," you replied, grinning as you guided her a little further along. "But I think the team would agree that you're both."
With a huff, she tried to straighten up, her grip on you loosening slightly as she gained a bit of confidence. "I... I think I am getting it," she said, her voice a little stronger now.
"You are! See, I knew you could do it," you encouraged, beaming at her as she wobbled forward a few more steps without holding onto you quite as tightly.
Emboldened by her minor success, Alexia took a deep breath, releasing her grip on your arm entirely as she attempted to skate on her own. You hovered nearby, ready to catch her if needed, but to your surprise, she managed a few wobbly strides without faltering.
"Look, I'm doing it!" she exclaimed, her face lighting up with excitement as she managed to skate a few more feet. You could see the pride in her expression, and it warmed your heart to see her enjoying herself.
But just as she started to gain momentum, disaster struck. She slid forward, gaining a bit too much speed, her balance wavering. Before either of you could react, she veered slightly to the left and collided headfirst with an unsuspecting child who was standing nearby, also unsteady on his skates.
The child yelped, stumbling backward, and Alexia nearly fell herself, barely managing to catch herself as she regained her balance. Both she and the child stared at each other, equally shocked.
"Hey!" the kid exclaimed, frowning up at her as he rubbed his shoulder. "Watch where you're going!"
Alexia, still flustered, straightened up, trying to regain her composure. "It was... your fault," she argued, folding her arms stubbornly across her chest. "You should not... stand in middle of the ice!"
The child crossed his arms, glaring right back at her. "Maybe you should learn how to skate first!"
You watched the exchange, biting your lip to keep from laughing. Alexia, captain of her team and a force on the field, was now arguing with a child on an ice rink, both of them equally indignant.
Before things could escalate, you skated over, gently pulling Alexia back by the arm. "Alright, alright, let's not start a fight here," you said, smiling apologetically at the child's parents, who had appeared to escort their son away.
Alexia huffed, crossing her arms as she glared after the child, clearly miffed. "He was in my way," she muttered under her breath, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
You chuckled, gently guiding her off the ice and back to the benches. "Maybe we're not quite ready for solo skating yet," you teased, patting her shoulder. "But you did great for your first time."
She pouted, her arms still crossed as she sank down onto the bench, looking away with a grumpy expression. Her cheeks were still flushed, and you could tell she was a mix of embarrassed and frustrated.
"Hey," you said softly, sitting down beside her and nudging her with your shoulder. "How about some hot chocolate? Would that cheer you up?"
At the mention of hot chocolate, her expression softened slightly, and she gave a reluctant nod. "Okay... but only if I get the biggest one," she mumbled, her tone still a bit pouty.
You laughed, reaching over to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Deal. Biggest hot chocolate they have, just for you."
A few minutes later, you returned with two steaming cups of hot chocolate, the whipped cream piled high on both. You handed Alexia her cup, and she immediately took a sip, her eyes lighting up as she tasted the rich, warm chocolate.
"Better?" you asked, smiling as you watched her take another sip, her pout finally fading.
She nodded, a shy smile tugging at her lips. "Yes... much better." She glanced at you, her cheeks still pink, but this time from the warmth of the hot chocolate.
You couldn't resist the urge to tease her a little more. "You know, even though ice skating isn't exactly your thing, you looked pretty adorable out there."
She rolled her eyes, though you could see the hint of a smile as she took another sip. "You... you like to tease me too much."
You grinned, reaching over to wrap an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close as you leaned in to kiss her forehead. "Only because I love you."
She blushed, her gaze dropping as she murmured, "I love you too." Then, in a quieter voice, she added, "Thank you... for not letting me fall."
You chuckled, gently nudging her with your shoulder. "Anytime, captain. Besides, I'd like to keep my girlfriend."
With a laugh, she kicked her legs playfully, a soft smile lighting up her face as she leaned against you, completely content. The rest of the world faded away as you held her close, savoring the warmth of her presence and the quiet joy of the moment.
As you sat there, watching her kick her legs and sip her hot chocolate, you realized that these were the moments you cherished mostâsmall, simple, and full of laughter, just the two of you, exactly where you wanted to be.
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what do you think would be in each !reader's bags?! <3
âËâč⥠bambi!reader:
the queen of trinkets!! she carries a little sylvanian familiesâ figurine that reminds her of rafe, two little vials that contain the flowers rafe first picked for her, vanilla lipbalm, her favorite book, a jar full of buttons she swears up and down will come in handy one day (sheâs always using them to replace the buttons on rafeâs shirts), change sheâs found on the ground, necklace pendant that she lost the chain to, strawberry coin pouch that she ironically doesnât put to use, earbuds, a little note rafe gave her from when they first started dating, hairbrush, brown floral hair pins, and perfume
âËâč⥠pogue!sweetheart!reader:
lover of all things pink, she carries a pink compact mirror and pressed powder, a small notebook so she could write down orders for anyone who might ask, mini pink hair brush, strawberry shortcake flavored lip gloss (rafeâs personal fave), cardholder that rafe gifted her, cable lock to her camper (rafe is getting the actual lock on her door replaced soon), chocolate macaroon coin pouch she bought from the thrift, pink hairclips, sparkly nail polish, individually wrapped cookies that she gives out (despite rafe eating most of them), silver locket with a picture of her and rafe together <3, a rosary even though sheâs not religious she keeps it bc the church she donated baked goods to gave it to her, a dollar folded in the shape of a heart that rafe made for her, vanilla perfume, and her favorite blush
âËâč⥠kook!sweetheart!reader:
our chanel girly <3 she carries a digital camera that rafe can never escape from (he loves it), rhode lip treatment is a must have, small notebook so she could journal wherever she is (and repeatedly write rafeâs name in cursive with a heart at the end), black chanel headband that rafe randomly surprised her with, small makeup bag with all of her essentials, cuticle oil and hand cream so her maniâs always look fresh, polaroid of rafe bc she loves him soooo much, reading glasses, dior keychain (rafe got âsweetheartâ engraved on the back), bobby pins because she NEVER has a hair out of place, diy queen has a little altoids box wallet, mascara of course, and a hair bow!
âËâč⥠farmerâs!daughter!reader:
this firecracker carries a pack of marlboro reds (they belong to rafe), her and rafeâs love letters when they had to hide their relationship from her daddy, heart shaped sunglasses of course, a vintage camera that she has no idea how the thing still works, her signature red lipstick, her red apple mascara that she swears by, peppermints because sheâs an old soul at heart, a little mixtape that both her and rafe made together so they have something to listen to when they go on their evening drives, red nail polish, bottle caps from her and rafeâs first date, a multi-purpose pocket knife (she can never be too prepared), a wallet thatâs older than her, cherry cola lipgloss, a pocket watch her dad gave to her, red gingham hair bow, her fav lana del rey cd (rafe also knows the lyrics word for word), and a box of matches.
âËâč⥠latina!kook!reader:
our sweet angelita carries body glitter (which always ends up rubbing off on rafe), tropical scented perfume, floral hair clips, ALWAYS keeps a pair of sandals to change into when her heels become insufferable, a gifted dior wallet from rafe <3, a seashell that rafe picked up for her, fruity lipgloss, shimmery tanning oil and sunscreen (for rafe mainly lol), traditional fan, pink dior sunglasses, dior highlighter palette, various jewelry, SOMETIMES sheâll pack fruit for her and rafe to snack on when they on an impromptu beach date..
âËâč⥠bitchy!kook!reader:
kildareâs very own regina george carries a powder puff, her signature eyeshadow palette, victoriaâs secret card (rafe keeps it loaded at all times), vivienne westwood lighter (for when her and rafe have their little smoke sessions), poison dior perfume that rafe goes absolutely crazy for, dior lip oil, her lucky vintage chanel charm bracelet, touchland hand sanitizer, hair clips, black compact mirror, and a mini makeup bag.
âËâč⥠bitchy!pogue!reader:
this mcbling queen carries her childhood ipod with all of the early 2000âs hits downloaded on it, some earbuds, a flip phone that she uses as her âwork cellâ (rafe helped her bedazzle it), a hello kitty mirror so she could make sure her makeup is always looking fresh, hello kitty credit card (courtesy of rafe, of course), a stack of her own cash, fluffy tiara she keeps forgetting to take out of her purse, rhinestones she uses as body stickers, pink digital camera (rafe takes all of her insta pics with it), sunglasses she found at the thrift, a vape (sheâs just a girl), sparkly lipgloss, and her favorite lashes.
âËâč⥠sheep!reader:
the gentlest thing on kildare island carries a crochet case that she made by herself (she crochets on the golf cart while rafe and topper play on the course), a precious moments figurine, a small tub of cookies for the kids, lemon scented hand cream, patches that she still needs to sew on a pair of jeans, an envelope with rafeâs recent love letter (he writes them everyday and sends them through the mail to be âextraâ romantic), a calico critter that was gifted to you from one of the kids at the daycare center you volunteered at once, your fav pink teddy bear, homemade hair bow, a sun hat, and a strip of pictures rafe took at the mall.
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Hello sweet toxic! May I pretty please have an age gap fic or drabble with game version of Jackson Joel ( my favorite long and grey haired man )!
Maybe something where in the beginning Joel comes off as shy and nervous and sweet but once he and reader get together heâs got the nastiest fucking mouth sheâs ever heard once heâs confident that she likes him as a love interest
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JOEL x f!READER | 1.8k
NOTES: Hi sweet nonnie â€ïž I watched some tlou 2 gameplay for this, so I hope it helped. idk if I met the "love" interest part but she makes her interest known. Joel is quiet, then dom / dirty
WARNINGS: 18+ Age gap (Joel 60s/reader 20s-40s), objectification of reader, slutty descriptions of men as usual. Joel calls her "honey" and one time, "little girl" (condescending). Beginnings of D/s dynamic, no arrangement, no consummation. Joel holds out, a little grumpy/mean. talk of being owned. degradation, praise, body/pussy inspection.
He stood like a man who no one could bother. Stone cold and solid, with a face that always meant business. His clothes were rugged and worn-in like a cowboy, and the obscenity of his tight jeans left nothing to the imagination, from the back or the front.
The first time you became aware of him, it was from behind, and you did a double take. He ran a hand down the back of his head, smoothing his shoulder-length mane with his other hands on his hip. He was talking to Tommy, and when you heard his voice, the twang put you at ease. He sounded like a nice guy, nicer than he looked.
Your first time at the mess hall, he was kind enough to show you around. You took that as a go-ahead to follow him around anywhere. You began to watch him around Jackson. Not exactly stalking him, but you didn't have anyone else to latch onto. You learned where he went, and you happened to go there too. You were full of questions about how things worked. He always took it seriously. He was a good teacher and didnât seem interested in anything but helping you when you wanted help.
He taught you how to ride a horseâhe must not have noticed you arrived on one. Your loins buzzed as he demonstrated how to sit. His big hands on the reins and the horn were enough to make you wet, but the bulge of his jeans and the way it shifted as he started off at a slow walk. âNow look close, okay? See how I hold it?â You were looking very close.
He taught you how to shoot. Stood behind you and you never felt more safe than holding a pistol with his arms around yours, his chest against your back.
âAttagirl,â he said when you shot the glass bottle target. âLook at that,â he marveled.
To be fair, you werenât (just) trying to get him in bed. You had lost your traveling party and you joined another one but you felt like the odd one out. It never felt like you had someone to look out for you, specifically you. You hadnât felt the affection or encouragement of a big, capable man in a long time.
Still, there was no denying you had a crush on him. It felt like a shock that he didnât have women following him around in droves, until you got to know him and found out he was pretty shy. He didnt't seem to have much interest in anything but practicalities and survival. He was sweet, but never crossed a line.
Even when you started crossing some yourself. He took you on an errand one day, and he was buckling in your seatbelt, and you stopped is hand. You put his hand on your thigh, and watched his face. He kept the same, composed expression, but he couldnât hide the blush that rose to his cheeks. He left his hand there on your thigh for a moment, then pulled away without acknowledging your move. The time it took him to move his hand made you think he liked it there. It was as though he didnât want to take it the wrong way, wasn't sure your intentions. He cleared his throat, finished buckling you in, and ran his hand over his smooth, gray hair. It was always so well-kept. You had to wonder what itâd look like first thing in the morning,
One night, at the tipsy bison, you came in by yourself in a short dress. He looked you up and down and gave you a curious look, but didnât acknowledge you. He was talking to Tommy. Tommy craned his neck to get a look, raised his eyebrows, and gave you a nod before grinning at his brother and resuming their conversation. Tommy was hot, too, but he was taken. Otherwise youâd love to see him in nothing but that ponytail. You sat at the other end of the bar and Joel tried not to look at you, but Tommy gave you a wink.
Another night, you showed up to the mess hall too late for dinner, and he was on his way out. He lived close enough and offered to make you something at his place, no problem.
When you came inside, you took off your boots, he took your coat, and when he finished hanging it up, he looked back to see you in a thin, low cut shirt and no bra. His mouth hung open and you gave him a flirtatious smile, as though to say, what?
âYaâainât cold, are ya?â He asked with a pink hue creeping up his neck. He rubbed his beard.
âNo, are you?â You asked.
âNo,â he muttered, then composed himself and went to the kitchen alone.
When he came to serve dinner, your eyes were on his jeans. The heft of his manhood was always apparent, but there seemed to have been some growth in the time since youâd been at his house. You leaned over the table as you ate your meal, and he tried to keep his eyes off your chest. It was a small, round table, and there wasnât much of anywhere else to look. He looked at his meal as he ate. You looked at his forearms.
After he finished eating, he dabbed each corner of his mouth with his napkin, folded it, dabbed his beard, and cleared his throat. Meanwhile, your foot nudged his ankle. His face darkened. Your foot moved up his pants, and reached the seat of his chair. He didnât bat your foot away, but he didnât look at you until your foot slid right up his thigh and gently nudged the hard bulge in his jeans.
His strong chest heaved, and he didnât make a move, but his face was reddening as he cleaned his hands with the same napkin.
He looked up as he finished wiping his hands. âThink Iâm your plaything, little girl?â He harshly smacked the cloth napkin down on the table, then his strong hand wrapped around your entire foot in his lap. His eyes darkened with a forward tilt of his head, and his voice took on an edge. âOr you tryinâ to be mine?â
You rubbed your lips together and looked at him fondly. He raised his eyebrow to prod for a response.
âWanna be yours,â you answered matter-of-factly.
âYou dunno what you want, girl.â He pushed your foot away, then adjusted himself.
When he stood up to take the dirty dishes, the silhouette in his jeans made you throb. He did the dishes, and when he was finished, he opened a beer.
He walked through the dining area on his way to the living room. âStill here,â he muttered, but didnât stop to talk. He sat down on the sofa and turned on the radio, not inviting you to join him.
You joined him anyway.
You sat on the sofa, not too close, with your hands folded in your lap.
âYou wanna know what it means to be mine?â Joel asked.
âYes, please,â you answered.
âIt means I own you,â he said.
âOkay,â you agreed. âIâm yours.â
He looked at you skeptically. "Iâainât agreed to own ya yet,â he clarified. "Ain't just something ya do. Takes work from both'a us."
"of course," you acknowledged.
âGotta know itâs somethinâ ya really want, and if it is, weâll agree on some rules, safe words and shit.â
âOkay,â you agreed excitedly.
He scanned you head to toe, then let out an alright fine sigh. âTonight, ya can leave any time. Yaâainât mine yet, so ya donât gotta do anything I say, okay?â
You nodded.
âBut later on if ya *are* mine, you do what I say, when I say it.â
He was so serious and official about this, it sounded like he was briefing his men for some kind of operation.
âOkayâ you agreed.
"so what's it mean to be mine?" He asked.
you shrugged. "You do what you want with me."
He nodded hesitantly.
âIt means I take care'a ya, protect ya, and I own your body. it ainât yours anymore,â he looked you up and down. âItâs mine,â he stated emphatically. â*if* I decide I want it.â
âWhy wouldnât you?â You asked.
He blew out air through puffed cheeks as if there was a long list.
âAinât got patience for brats.â
âI can be good,â you promised.
âAinât got patience for tears either. Too distracting out here, still gotta focus on survivin'.'
You tried not to show your worry.
âAinât sure ya can handle it,â he admitted
"Ainât lookin to break in some tight little pussy while she cries and bleeds, either.â he cocked an eyebrow at you, and grabbed the massive protrusion in his jeans. âThis ainât no joke, honey. I donât wanna hurt ya.â
âIâm not a virgin,â you insisted.
âYeah? Well ya better fit four fingers 'fore ya 'spect me to try it."
âAnd I promise Iâll do what you say.â
Joel sighed. âAlright, take your clothes off.." He held up his hands to acknowledge your freedom "OR leave, and weâll forget this ever happenedâ
You obediently stripped.
He took sips of his beer as he watched your body emerge from your clothes. âAlright,â he nodded. âGood girl.â
Once you were bare naked, he instructed you to turn around. You did just as he asked.
âGod damn,â he whispered. âNow, câmere.â
With him manspreading on the sofa, he made you stand between his knees and bend over.
âSpread your pussy for me,â he demanded.
You hesitated.
âDonât have to,â he reminded you.
You reached back and tried to do it with one hand, one finger on each side of the lips. âLike this?â
âBoth hands, darlinâ. â
You spread your pussy lips for him with both hands.
âGood girl,â he said. âWide as ya can. Wanna see your parts if theyâre gonna be mine.â
You pulled wider
He let out a low whistle. âJuicy little thing. Sure would like to use it...But Iâm thinkinâ it might not fit, honey.â
âWhy donât you try it?â You asked.
You turned around and tried to straddle him. He visibly tensed. You reached for the bulge in his jeans.
He snatched your wrist to stop you. âYou donât get to touch me without askinâ,â he admonished you. âNotice I didnât touch you that whole time?â
Your face heated in shame, and his hand loosened. You got off of him.
âThatâs enough for tonight,â he said. âIâll think about it.â
âYouâll think about it? â
âIâll think about it.â
Your eyes were tearing up.
âYa did good, honey, itâs okay,â he promised. He picked up your clothes and helped dress you. âJust ainât the kinda choice ya make on the fly. You gotta think about it too, okay?â
You finished getting dressed and nodded.
âIâll think about it too,â you agreed.
âGood girl,â he answered, rose to his feet, and gave you a kiss on the forehead. Then he got your coat and opened the door. As you began to leave, he stopped you, âHey,â he lowered his voice. âYa got a beautiful body. Anyoneâd be lucky to own it.â
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okay sooooo
i had this little thought right
okay so maybe like reader has been a part of the inner circle for a looooong time like since the batboys were kids and they've all been friends forever, naturaly azriel has been in love with her since then, and a few years ago he realised they were mates (she doesn't know)
this one time she walks into the townhouse in just a bra and trousers, casually just walking in drinking coffee while the rhys and cass are just flabbergasted (cass being cass is eyeing the goods real hard because shes always been hot and he knows it) rhys is smirking and all (hes no less honestly)
then az walks in and hes just like what the fuck, she tries to explain smth happened to her shirt on the way and hes just grumbling and takes off his own shirt and is like put this own (cass is naturally making comments that make az's blood boil)
then you can choose where that goes from there
lmfaoooo im so sorry i couldn't get this idea out of my head
its okayyyy if you can't write it!!!
hi! sorry it took me so long to post but i've been really busy with university and only now have i had some free time.
anyway, here it is! thank you so much for this request, i loved writing it!
i hope you like it! đ«¶đ»
my hero
summary: a small but very happy incident.
warnings: none
pairings: azriel x reader
words: 2.2k
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"ugh," a heavy groan escaped your lips at the sound of the clock. you seated slightly, your head pounding without mercy.Â
as you looked at the window, your eyes fought against the early sunlight, before adjusting and finally allowing you to fully open them.
it took you a few seconds to remember your surroundings, and to be honest, to remember anything.Â
the confusion didn't last long when all the memories from last night hit you all at once.Â
you had gone out for the night with morrigan. you went to rita's for a girls night.
a night with a lot of drinking and dancing and singing and drinking again â mysterious headache solved.
you looked down on you, seeing the shiny short black dress you had chosen for last night specifically.Â
you passed your hands through your messy hair and took a glance at your bedroom, absorbing the chaos that a very drunk you had caused.
how could just a person cause such a mess?
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"ugh!" a loud annoyed groan left your lips again
at the sound of the clock that kept attacking your brain.Â
before you could think twice, you turned and reached out to punch the clock, causing it to fall to the ground.
you lowered yourself on the bed sheets with an arm over your head.
this was going to be a very long day.
and that's when it you.
your eyes and two seconds later, your legs were fighting against the bed sheets.Â
after losing that battle, you ended up falling to the ground with a loud noise.Â
a small 'huff' came out of your mouth before getting up and running to the clock as quickly as possible to check the time.Â
10:07 am
"oh, shit."
you were late for your internship at the clinic.
"oh, shit."
you quickly begin to look for clean clothes at the same time you try to get rid of your dress.Â
you manage to find something that looked relatively clean and put it on, your heart racing as you tried to get your hair to not look like a complete mess.
when you finished putting your hair in a more presentable state, you hurried to put on your shoes, but when you noticed the time again, you only managed to put on a sock before grabbing the first pair of shoes in sight and running out of your room.Â
as you run for the stairs, you didn't have time to react before a body collided with yours and spilled coffee all over your t-shirt.
the hot contents against your skin forced you to let out a small scream and dropped the shoes to the floor as you struggled to pull the fabric of your t-shirt away from your body.Â
"shit, shit, shit!" you cursed at the same time you blew on your t-shirt.
great, as if your day wasn't already going badly.Â
"sorry," a small voice said.
you met your attacker's gaze as you looked up to see a beautiful female with green eyes and brown hair â morrigan's friend.Â
right, you had forgotten that she had come home with the two of you â with mor.Â
the female looked mortified as you stared at her annoyed. when you saw her opening her mouth to say something, you quickly stopped her.
"don't," you raised your hand at her, you didn't have time for this, "just. . .just go."
you pointed at morrigan's bedroom, whose door was slightly open. the female followed your direction, shrinking a little as she passed through you.
"idiot!" you cursed quietly.Â
you looked at your bedroom and considered your options: the chances that you may find a new clean t-shirt in the middle of that mess, were very low and you were already late.
so you gave up and made your way down the stairs, starting to unbutton your shirt before completely taking it off, leaving you in your black lacy bra, and entering the kitchen.
rhysand and cassian who had been enjoying a late breakfast found themselves speechless upon your entrance.Â
their gazes followed you as you moved to the sink and started working on removing the stain.
the males shared a gaze between them, identical smirks forming on both of their faces.
"good morning, y/n." rhysand greeted you as he took a sip of his tea cup.
you jumped startled, your eyes found theirs immediately, "gods, i didn't see you there."
rhysand's smirk grew wider. "oh, we know."
"did you get mugged?" cassian asked as he took in your figure.
you were barefoot with only one sock and shirtless.
"what?" you asked confused.Â
cassian's eyes roam over your body.
"oh, no, morrigan's friend though it was a good idea to spill her coffee over me. freaking idiot," you murmured the last part, still focused on the task in hand.
cassian let out a snort "well, i'll make sure to thank her personally for this amazing view."
you rolled your eyes at his comment "oh, shut up, cassian. we grew up together, we've all seen each other naked at one point."
rhys smirked and grew before adding "sure, but we were either kids or teenagers at those times."Â
cassian glanced at his brother, amusement all over his features "maybe we should go back to those times."
with another roll of your eyes, you tried to suppress a smile at your friend's comment while trying to get rid of the stain.
as on cue, the shadowsinger entered the kitchen to join his brothers for breakfast.
instead, he was surprised with a view of you shirtless â his shirtless mate.
the very reason, rhys and cassian had begun to tease you in the first place.Â
what made this whole situation much funnier â the fact that you weren't aware of this detail.Â
and things had just become a lot more interesting now with azriel in the room.Â
his eyes widened at the sight of you but when he turned to find his brothers, his eyes darkened and a low growl was released.
"nice of you to join us, brother," cassian said casually as he leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest.
he can practically feel the heat coming off of azriel, like smoke coming out of his ears.
"what's wrong, az?" rhys asked him, knowing exactly what was going on but seeing azriel riled up was too funny to miss it.
at the sound of their voices, you looked up and your eyes found a pair of hazel ones.
"oh, hi, azriel." you greeted him with your sweet smile â the one he liked so much.
the shadowsinger found himself melting at your words, at the way you said his name.Â
his eyes instantly softed, a small blush coming to his cheeks and a goofy smile on his lips, "h-hi, y/n."Â
you gave him a warm smile before going back to your task.
azriel regained his composure at the sound of his brothers' muffled laughter.Â
he sighed and rolled his eyes at their behavior, he hadn't catched a break from them since he revealed the mating bond on one drunken night.
cassian elbowed rhys gently in the ribs to get his attention, when his eyes found his, the general gestured with his head to the shadowsinger.Â
"hey, az" cassian tried to contain his urge to laugh, he knew what was about to happen.Â
"what?" azriel managed to say, his eyes still on your figure.
"we were just talking. . ." cassian started, his voice teasing "about going back to those times when we were teenagers."Â
azriel face scrunched in confusion, he shot his brother a look.Â
"you know," cassian continued, his peripheral vision caught rhys trying to control himself "those times where we didn't care about being naked in front of each other."Â
both rhys and cassian snorted at the sight of azriel's face turning red.
"what?!" the male let out a little too loud then he had intended.
rhys proceeded, "yeah, you know. when we didn't care so much about formalities. don't you agree, y/n?"Â
you rolled your eyes again at rhys comment, "i think you two have too much free time" you chuckled, "cauldron has mercy on the poor females that will ended up as your mates."
"hey!" both cassian and rhys protested.
azriel smiled at your comment, but it fell when he observed both of his brothers eyes roaming over your body, grins splattered on their features.
azriel moved to the edge of the table, placing his hands on the surface of it before giving them a glare and clenching his jaw.
"stop looking at her like that before i break your faces" he threatened through gritted teeth.Â
cassian and rhys were quick to lift their arms in surrender, both muttering a small "yes, sir."Â
azriel rolled his eyes in annoyance. his attention was caught when he heard you cursed quietly.Â
he sent one last warning look to the two males before moving to stand behind you.
he was so close, that all it took was another step of his for your back to be pressed against his chest.
azriel would love to know the feeling of that sensation, but he remained where he was.
he peeked through your shoulder and saw that you couldn't get rid of the annoying coffee stain.Â
"gods, madja is going to kill me for being late."Â
without a second thought, azriel took a step back.
"here," he told you.
you turned to find him taking off his own shirt.
your eyes roamed his body â his sun-kissed skin, his muscles, his illyrian tattoos.Â
you loved those tattoos.Â
"put it on," he extended his hand to you, holding out his shirt.
"oh, that's not necessary, az. i-"
"it's okay, y/n. i- i want you too. by the way, why don't you go get your shoes and i'll take you to the clinic? it's quicker that way and you don't have to walk."Â
your face softened, "really? you would do that?"Â
the corner of his lips lifted for a small smile, only you to make him feel this way.
"of course."Â
you grabbed his shirt, "ugh, thank you, az."
you put it on and azriel tried to not let the sight of your small feature into his too big of a shirt to affect him, but he failed when his heart skipped a beat.
you moved forward and grabbed his cheeks, kissing him on the left one.
caught off guard, azriel tried to hide the fact that his skin had heated up under your touch.Â
a new blush came to decorate his cheeks.Â
"hm. . .i-" the male couldn't find his words with the sound of his heart roaming in his ears.Â
"you're my hero, az" you gave a big smile before making your way to the stairs to collect your shoes.Â
azriel stood there in the middle of the kitchen with a hand making it's way to his face to touch the place you kissed him.
cassian and rhys burst out laughing, not being able to remain composed of their brother in love.Â
cassian got up from his seat and walked towards his brother, clasping a hand on his back.
"behold of the big bad scary shadow-," cassian leaned over in laughter, "shadowsinger" he managed to complete.Â
rhys appeared on his other side, "oh, brother. only if your enemies could see you now, they would think how big of a fool they are."Â Â
azriel clenched his jaw again, and when he turned to answer them, he was stopped by a honey-sweet voice.
"i'm ready," you told him from the entrance.
once again, the shadowsinger was left completely disarmed.
a goofy smile reappeared on his face.Â
he didn't even spare a glance at his brothers before making his way to you, "let's go then."
cassian and rhys were left in the kitchen laughing to themselves.
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the trip to the clinic was quick.
azriel landed softly on the ground, keeping a hand on your waist and another on your back to make sure you were stable.
you took a step forward before turning to him.
"thank you again, az. you literally just saved my morning."Â
and there it was that goofy smile again.
"oh, it's nothing really. my pleasure."Â
you let out a small giggle. you reached forward, surrounding his neck with one of your arms and gave him a kiss on the cheek again.
azriel's heart raced and his voice caught in his throat.Â
you took a step back "you're my hero, azriel. what would i do without you?"Â
you caressed his cheek with the back of your hand before giving him one last smile and moving towards the clinic.
"hm, i-" was all the male managed to say while watching you entering the clinic with his shirt.
he watched as you grabbed the door, and turned to him to wave goodbye.Â
azriel returned the gesture. it was at that moment that he realized how much power you had over him.
he didn't push away that feeling, in fact he embraced it.
it was about time to let the walls he had built so long ago disappear.Â
and you were the right person for that.
azriel made a decision at that moment.
at the end of the day, he would come pick you up and ask you out on a date.
he would buy you flowers, tell you how he felt and take you to dinner.
he just hoped you felt the same way.
and that you said yes.
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