#buy I'm glad I caught it

[uwudonoodle]

I just saw When Marnie was There for the first time. I might have ugly cried at the end. It's not every day you get to see a Ghibli movie for the first time.

[yougavememyopia]

Loser yandere, who is so desperate that he would do anything for your attention. No matter how humiliating.

He'd make sure to "accidentally" fall down in front of you so you help him up. You have to! It's what any person would do.

He'd put on an extra dramatic act for you. Pretending he injured his ankle really badly. Crying his heart out. He'd make you feel like a hero who saved the day.

You become his friend after helping him heal, spending the entire day with him. Of course, he'd do something for you to make up for occupying your time. Buy your favorite foods or give you small gifts.

After a while, he only became more annoying with his tactics. He'd become more confident. Not afraid to get caught lying.

"Ow, a paper cut. It hurts so bad... Can you kiss it better?"

"My shoulders feel so tense... Can you message them for me? Please?"

"I think my hair is all tangled. Can you run your hands through them? It'll soothe the pain..."

He'll start whining about how he's never had his first kiss before. What a loser. But you were his friend, you could teach him, right?

You rejected him. You thought he was dumb, clumsy, and lacked severe social awareness.

"Just one kiss! Please. Please. Please. Please. Pretty please. Pretty pleaseeee~"

"No. I already told you that kisses need to have intentions."

"And the intention is that... I learn."

"That's not what I meant-"

"Nooo! Come on.."

He opens his mouth to probably whine more. And you've had enough.

You push your fingers in his mouth. You don't really know how it happened, but his mouth swallowed around them. The feeling of his warm mouth against your skin felt good. You didn't lose composure. You were annoyed. Glad to finally quiet him down.

"Shut. Up. Shut up. For fuck's sake, it's been half an hour!"

He whimpers against your fingers. The feeling of your fingers in his mouth made him feel euphoric. Just as you were about to pull them out, he began to suck. His eyes were half-lidden as they looked into yours. It was as if he was begging for more.

"What the hell are you doing?" You tried to yank back your hand, but he grabbed your wrist. A pained moan escaped him. As if pulling out your fingers would physically hurt him.

"Nnmh.." He sucks greedily at your skin, licking in-between your fingers.

"Ugh, you're disgusting! What's gotten into you?" You forcibly take your fingers out, yanking your wrist out of his grasp.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I just.. I just- Um.. I panicked? I thought you wanted me to do it! I didn't know how else to respond..."

What was he supposed to say? He couldn't think of anything. He'd lower himself down on his knees, look up at you, and beg for forgiveness. All he knew was how to humilate himself after all.

Pt. 2.

[floorpancakes]

just secured payment for 2 dream dresses that came back in stock with CUSTOM SIZING outta nowhere....and that lutrajump magic cooking house handbag I wanted...fuckitweball.jpg

[paxtito]

puppy love

pairings: vada x reader (g!p)

wc: 4.8k

warnings: smut 18+, reader has a dick, both inexperienced, p in v, kissing, swearing here and there (requested by anon — written at the end)

Vada’s room was dimly lit, the only real source of light coming from the string of LED lights lining her ceiling. The movie you’d put on half an hour ago had long been forgotten, playing to no audience as you and Vada were tangled up on her bed, lips moving in sync, bodies pressed close.

It wasn’t the first time you two had made out like this—far from it—but tonight, something about the way she was touching you felt different. More urgent. More deliberate.

Then, her hand started to drift.

You stiffened slightly when her fingers slipped beneath your shirt, her touch warm against your skin. Not that you didn’t want her to touch you—because you really, really did—but this was new. Unexplored territory.

You pulled back just enough to look at her, still breathless. “Vada?”

She blinked up at you, lips pink and slightly swollen. “Yeah?”

You hesitated. “What are we doing?”

A small, nervous smile tugged at her lips. “I mean… I figured it was kinda obvious.”

Your stomach flipped. “You wanna…?”

“Yeah.” Her fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt. “Don’t you?”

You swallowed. “I mean, yeah, but like… shouldn’t we, I dunno, get condoms or something?”

Vada’s brows lifted slightly, and then she let out a quiet, breathy laugh. “Oh. Right.”

It was like the reality of the situation hit both of you at the same time.

Vada never planned things—she just did them. Which was probably why she hadn’t even thought about protection, too caught up in the heat of the moment. And honestly? Neither had you.

She flopped onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. “Damn. I totally killed the mood, huh?”

You chuckled, lying down beside her. “Not exactly. Just… postponed it.”

Vada turned her head to look at you, an amused glint in her eye. “So… rain check?”

You smirked. “Rain check.”

She huffed a dramatic sigh. “Guess we should’ve watched the movie after all.”

You sat up and grabbed your phone off the nightstand, quickly pulling up a browser window. You searched for "condom laws California" and scanned the results.

After a moment, you glanced over at Vada, still lying on her back with her hands behind her head. "Looks like you gotta be 18 to buy them, but no ID is required."

Vada blinked up at you. "Oh. Guess that's lucky."

You nodded, setting your phone back down. "Small mercies, huh?"

She smirked slightly. "Small mercies." Rolling onto her side to face you again, she reached out to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. "I guess I should've planned this out a little better, huh?"

You shrugged, a wry smile on your lips. "Hey, it's not like we had a ton of time to plan much of anything."

Vada snorted softly. "True. It's not like I exactly saw this coming when I dragged you back here after school."

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling. "Well, I'm glad you did."

She grinned at you, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Me too. Even if I did kinda screw up the execution."

"Eh, you're allowed to be impulsive sometimes," you teased.

"Mmm, I'm allowed to do a lot of things," she murmured, leaning in closer. Her lips hovered just inches from yours.

Your breath caught in your throat, and your heart began to pound. "Like what?" you whispered.

She smirked, eyes glinting with a wicked, playful light. "Like this."

Then she kissed you again.

Just as Vada was pulling you back down onto the bed, lips moving hungrily against yours, there was a sudden knock at the door.

You both froze, eyes wide as you stared at each other in shock.

"Vada?" Patricia called out from the other side of the door. "I brought you and your… friend some snacks."

Vada's mouth fell open, panic flashing across her face. She quickly pushed herself up and off the bed, running a hand through her disheveled hair in an attempt to make herself look more presentable.

"Shit," she hissed under her breath, glancing around the room frantically. Empty soda cans and candy wrappers were scattered across every surface.

She grabbed a few and shoved them under the bed, then turned to you with wide, anxious eyes. "Uh, just, like, pretend we were, um, watching a movie or something, okay?" She grabbed the remote and turned up the volume just as her mother knocked again.

"Vada? Is everything alright in there?" Patricia asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

Vada took a deep breath and opened the door, just a crack. "Yeah, Mom, we're fine. We were just, um, watching a movie," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

Patricia peeked her head in, glancing around the dimly lit room. Her eyes fell on you, and she gave you a warm smile. "Oh, I see. Well, I thought you two might be hungry, so I brought you some snacks." She held up a tray of cookies and chips.

You offered Patricia a polite smile, trying to appear as casual and unflustered as possible. "Thank you so much, Mrs. Cavell. That's really kind of you."

Patricia returned your smile warmly, setting the tray down on Vada's desk. "Please, call me Patricia," she said kindly. "I'm just glad you two are enjoying some quality time together."

Vada shifted uncomfortably beside you, clearly anxious about her mother's unexpected visit. She crossed her arms defensively. "Thanks, Mom. We're good though, so..."

Patricia seemed to pick up on her daughter's unease, her brow furrowing slightly. "Alright, well, I'll let you two get back to your movie then," she said, lingering for a moment before stepping back out into the hallway. "Remember, Vada, your sister and I will be in the living room if you need anything."

"Got it," Vada muttered, already starting to close the door.

"Oh, and Vada?" Patricia added, pausing in the doorway. "Your father and I just want you to know that we're here for you, no matter what. If there's anything you need to talk about..."

Vada's jaw clenched, and she looked away, unable to meet her mother's concerned gaze. "Yeah, I know, Mom. It's fine."

Patricia hesitated for a long moment before nodding slowly. "Okay. Goodnight then."

With that, she finally closed the door, leaving the two of you alone once more. The second the door clicked shut, Vada let out a shaky breath, running a hand over her face.

"Fuck," she muttered, collapsing back onto the bed. "That was too close."

As the movie played on, you both sat on the bed, munching on the snacks Patricia had brought. The chips were crisp and salty, the cookies sweet and soft. It was a nice change of pace from the junk food you'd been consuming all week.

Every so often, your hands would brush against each other as you reached for more snacks, sending a small spark of electricity through you. Vada would glance over at you, a small smirk playing at the corners of her mouth, before looking back at the TV screen.

The movie was a cheesy 80s teen comedy, the kind of thing you both normally would have made fun of. But tonight, it was a welcome distraction, something to fill the silence between you.

As the night wore on, you found yourself growing more and more tired. Your eyelids felt heavy, and your body yearned for rest. Beside you, Vada seemed to be struggling to stay awake as well, her head nodding slightly as she fought to keep her eyes open.

Eventually, she gave up, leaning back against the wall and closing her eyes completely. Her breathing slowed, and her body went still.

You watched her for a long moment, admiring the way her lashes fluttered against her cheeks, the gentle rise and fall of her chest. She looked so peaceful when she was sleeping, so different from the anxious, guarded girl she usually was.

Carefully, so as not to wake her, you set the half-eaten bag of chips aside and shifted closer to her on the bed. You draped a light blanket over the both of you, tucking it around your shoulders.

Vada murmured softly in her sleep, nuzzling into your shoulder. A small, contented smile curved her lips.

You couldn't help but smile back, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. You knew you should probably go to sleep too, but you didn't want to miss a single moment of this rare, quiet intimacy between you.

Instead, you wrapped an arm around Vada's waist, holding her close as the movie played on, the flickering light of the TV screen casting a soft glow over the two of you curled up together on the bed.

—

You and Vada stood in the dimly lit aisle of the drugstore, staring up at the wall of condoms with wide, uncertain eyes. There were so many options, it was almost overwhelming. Different brands, different sizes, different... flavors?

Vada let out a low whistle, shaking her head. "I had no idea there were this many kinds," she muttered, reaching out to grab a box and turning it over in her hands.

You glanced at the package, raising an eyebrow. "Lubricated, textured, extra strength, extra sensitivity..." You shook your head, feeling a bit overwhelmed. "How are we supposed to know which ones to get?"

Vada shrugged, tossing the box back onto the shelf. "I guess we just pick something and hope for the best?" she suggested, not sounding very convinced.

You bit your lip, scanning the shelves again. "I read somewhere that you're supposed to get condoms that fit snugly but aren't too tight," you offered, trying to remember the details from some article you'd skimmed online.

Vada snorted. "Snugly but not too tight. Got it." She grabbed another box and held it up. "What about these? They say they're 'form fitting'."

You looked at the package, then back up at Vada. "I don't know. How do we know if they'll fit me?" you asked, feeling a bit flustered.

Vada looked down at the condom package in her hand, then back up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Well, there's only one way to find out," she said with a grin, holding the box out to you. "Here. Let's try one on you and see how it fits."

You felt your cheeks flush hotly at the suggestion, glancing around the empty aisle to make sure no one was watching. "Here? Now?" you hissed, lowering your voice to a whisper. "Vada, we can't just... I mean, what if someone sees us?"

Vada rolled her eyes, but there was a playful smirk on her lips. "Relax, no one's around. And it's not like we're going to have sex right here in the middle of the drugstore aisle," she pointed out, though there was a hint of teasing in her tone that made you wonder if she was entirely joking.

You shook your head vehemently, grabbing a plain box of condoms off the shelf. "No way, Vada. I'm not about to start experimenting with weird textured condoms in the middle of the store," you said firmly, clutching the box of regular condoms to your chest like a shield.

Vada let out a dramatic sigh, but she couldn't keep the smirk from her face. "Fine, fine. Plain old boring condoms it is," she relented, plucking the box from your hands and tossing it into the basket.

She started to walk towards the checkout counter, but paused, glancing back at you with a wicked grin. "You know, I never thought I'd be so excited to buy condoms," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, well, I never thought I'd be buying them with you," you shot back, feeling a sudden surge of courage. "But here we are."

As you approached the counter with Vada, the cashier, an older man with a stern expression and a name tag that read “Roy,” eyed you both warily. His gaze lingered a bit too long on the box of condoms Vada had placed on the counter, and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks.

Roy cleared his throat, looking up at you with a raised eyebrow. "ID," he said gruffly, holding out his hand expectantly.

Vada glanced over at you, a flicker of panic in her eyes. She leaned in close to murmur in your ear, "Shit, I forgot my wallet. You got yours?"

You quickly reached into your pocket and pulled out your student ID, holding it out to the skeptical cashier with a slightly trembling hand. "Here," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. "I'm 18."

Roy snatched the ID from your hand, examining it closely under the bright fluorescent lights of the checkout counter. He peered at it for what felt like an eternity, his eyes darting back and forth between your photo and your face.

Vada shifted nervously beside you, her hand finding yours and squeezing it tightly. You could feel the tension radiating off of her, and you knew she was just as anxious as you were.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Roy let out a gruff "Hmph" and handed your ID back to you. "Alright then," he said, ringing up the condoms and placing them in a small plastic bag. "That'll be $14.99."

Your eyes widened at the price, and you couldn't help but mutter "Damn" under your breath as you fished out a crumpled $20 bill from your wallet. You handed it to Roy, watching as he made change and placed it in your palm.

Vada glanced over at you, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Guess condoms aren't cheap," she murmured, taking the bag from Roy's hand and tucking it into her backpack before he could see the contents.

Roy handed you your change, and you quickly shoved it into your pocket, eager to get out of there. As you turned to leave, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over you. You'd done it. You'd actually bought condoms. Together. You deserve a big pat on the back.

—

You sat on the couch with Vada, her family surrounding you. Patricia and Carlos were engrossed in some boring talk show, while Amelia was curled up on the opposite end of the couch, her nose buried in her phone as usual. Vada was lounging beside you, her thigh pressed against yours.

Every so often, Vada would glance over at you, her eyes glinting with a secret message. Each time, your heart would skip a beat, knowing that she was thinking the same thing you were - that once everyone was asleep, you'd finally have the chance to be alone together, to take things to the next level.

You tried to focus on the TV, but it was impossible to concentrate on the inane chatter and canned laughter. Your mind was racing, imagining all the things Vada might do to you once you were finally behind the closed door of her bedroom. You'd never been this nervous or excited before, and you could tell Vada was feeling the same way.

As the night wore on and the minutes ticked by agonizingly slowly, you could feel your anticipation growing. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Patricia stood up and stretched. "Alright, everyone, it's getting late. Time for bed."

Amelia marked her page and set her book aside, standing up and heading for the stairs without a word. Patricia followed after her, flicking off the living room lights and leaving you and Vada in the dim glow of the TV.

The second they were out of the room,

Vada grabbed your hand and quickly pulled you off the couch, leading you out of the living room and down the short hallway to her bedroom door. You could hear the distant sounds of her family moving around in the kitchen and bathroom as they got ready for bed.

As soon as you were both inside Vada's room, she shut the door behind you. The room was dark, lit only by the faint glow of LED lights that she can’t live without.

Vada turned to face you, a mischievous grin spreading across her face as she backed towards the bed. "Finally," she murmured, her voice low and breathy. "I thought they'd never go to bed."

You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry with nerves and anticipation. "I know," you whispered back, taking a step towards her. "I was starting to go crazy out there."

Vada reached out and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head in one swift motion. She tossed it aside, leaving her wearing just a simple black bra and a baggy pair of shorts.

Vada grinned at your reaction, a wicked gleam in her eye. "Like what you see?" she teased, doing a little twirl to show off her exposed midriff and the way her shorts hung low on her hips.

You quickly covered your mouth, trying to stifle the moan that had threatened to spill out at the sight of her. "Vada," you hissed, feeling your face flush hotly. "You can't just... I mean... wow."

She laughed, a low, sultry sound that sent shivers down your spine. "Wow, huh?" she repeated, smirking as she took another step towards you. "I think that's the first time I've ever heard you speechless.”

You swallowed hard, trying to find your voice again. "It's not every day I see you half-naked," you pointed out, your eyes still roaming over her exposed skin appreciatively.

Vada paused for a moment, glancing around her room. "Shit, where did I put that bag?" she muttered, rummaging through the clutter on her desk and nightstand.

You watched as she searched, feeling your heart pounding in your chest as the anticipation built. Finally, Vada let out a triumphant "Aha!" and held up the small plastic bag, a grin spreading across her face.

She tossed the bag onto the bed and turned back to you, a wicked glint in her eye. "Found them," she said, reaching out to grab the hem of your shirt.

In one swift motion, she pulled it up and over your head, leaving you standing there in just your bra. Your skin tingled as the cool air hit you, and you couldn't help but shiver slightly.

You pulled Vada into a heated kiss, your lips moving eagerly against hers. She melted into you, her hands roaming over your back and tangling in your hair. You stumbled slightly as you walked her backwards towards the bed, your hearts racing in sync.

Vada fell back against the bed with a soft "Oof", pulling you down on top of her. She looked up at you, her brown eyes dark with desire in the low light of her bedroom. Her chest was heaving, her breathing already growing heavier as the anticipation built between you.

You hovered over her, one hand braced on the mattress beside her head while the other trailed lightly down her side, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath your fingertips.

Vada reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, tossing it aside carelessly. As her breasts were revealed to you, you couldn't help but let out a small, humorous whimper at the sight of her perfect, soft mounds. You were definitely fully hard at this point.

Vada smirked up at you, a wicked glint in her eye as she noticed your reaction. "Like what you see?" she teased, arching her back slightly to push her chest up towards you.

“Shut up.” You grumbled, silently cursing yourself for letting that noise slip out.

Vada's eyes raked over your body as you stripped off your jeans, leaving you in just your underwear. She licked her lips, a hungry look in her eyes as she took in the sight of your curves. Her gaze lingered on the bulge in your underwear, and she couldn't help but smirk.

She reached out, trailing a finger along the waistband of your underwear. You shivered at her touch, feeling your heart race in anticipation.

"Do you want to...?" Vada asked, nodding towards the foil packet you'd placed on the bed beside you.

You nervously nodded at Vada, your mouth dry with anticipation. "Yeah, I do," you managed to say, your voice cracking slightly. "Why don't you take off your shorts and panties while I... while I get this on?"

Vada smirked, shimmying out of her shorts and panties in one fluid motion. She tossed them to the side, leaving her completely bare before you. You tried not to stare too obviously at her naked lower half, your heart pounding in your chest.

With trembling fingers, you reached down and pushed your underwear off, freeing your aching, hard member. It sprang up, throbbing and ready. You picked up the foil packet, trying to tear it open with shaking hands.

It took longer than you would have liked to roll the condom onto your length. You fumbled with the latex, trying to smooth out the wrinkles and get it to sit properly.

Vada watched you with an amused smile, shaking her head as you struggled to get the condom on. "You're such a goof," she teased, a playful smirk on her lips.

Unable to resist teasing you further, Vada pulled you back on top, reached down and grabbed your hard, covered length in her hand. She guided you to her entrance, trying to line you up. But in her enthusiasm, she missed a few times, causing you both to let out frustrated grunts.

Finally, after a few failed attempts, Vada managed to position you at the right spot. With a gentle push of her hips, she guided you inside her, letting out a low moan as you entered her slowly.

You gasped as you felt her tight, wet cunt enveloping you. It was a foreign but incredible sensation, unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. You both were technically virgins until this very moment, so the new sensations and experiences were overwhelming for both of you. Vada let out a soft whimper as she felt you enter her for the first time, her body tensing slightly at the unfamiliar intrusion.

"Ah..." she gasped, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she tried to relax her muscles. "That feels... intense."

You nodded, your breathing growing heavier as you fought the urge to start moving, to start thrusting into her. "I know," you said, your voice strained.

Vada bit her lip, her brow furrowed in concentration as she adjusted to the new sensation of having you inside her. "It hurts," she admitted, her voice soft and breathy. "But it also feels really good."

She wiggled her hips slightly, trying to find a comfortable position. The movement made you both gasp, and you felt a jolt of pleasure course through your body at the sensation of her walls clenching around your length.

Vada looked up at you, her brown eyes dark and hazy with a mix of discomfort and desire. "I think... I think I'm ready," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You can start moving now."

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves as you slowly began to move inside Vada. You started with shallow thrusts, not wanting to hurt her any more than necessary. She let out a shaky moan, her fingers digging into your back as she tried to match your rhythm.

As you both grew more comfortable, your thrusts became deeper and more confident. The bed creaked softly beneath you with each push and pull of your hips. Vada's breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling in time with your movements.

"Ah... that feels so good," she gasped, wrapping her legs around your waist to pull you closer. The new angle allowed you to go even deeper, and you both cried out at the intense sensation.

You leaned down to capture Vada's lips in a heated kiss, pouring all of your passion and desire into it. She kissed you back just as fervently, her tongue dancing with yours as you lost yourself in the moment.

Your heart raced as you continued to move inside her, chasing the building pleasure. You knew you wouldn't last long, not with how incredible she felt wrapped around you like this.

You tried your best to control your breathing, to focus on the sensation of Vada's body beneath you and the soft moans spilling from her lips. But it was incredibly difficult to last, especially for a first time.

You could feel your climax fast approaching, your body tensing as the pleasure became almost too intense to bear. Panting heavily, you looked down at Vada, your eyes filled with desperate need.

"Vada," you gasped out, your voice strained with urgency. "I... I don't know if I can hold back much longer."

Vada's eyes fluttered open, hazy with her own building pleasure. She nodded, a breathless moan escaping her lips. "It's okay," she said, her voice barely audible. "Touch me... touch my clit. I need... I need to come too."

You reached down between her legs, your fingers finding her sensitive nub. As you touched it, Vada cried out, her back arching off the bed. You rubbed it in slow, firm circles, feeling her body start to tremble beneath you.

"That's it," she panted, her hips grinding against your hand as you touched her. "Don't stop... I'm so close too."

You rubbed Vada's clit more insistently, feeling her body start to quake and quiver beneath you. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, spurring you on. Your hips moved more urgently, driven by the need to bring her to the edge.

"Yes, yes!" Vada gritted out, her voice breaking as her pleasure crested. "Don't stop, I'm... I'm gonna... ahhh!"

Her body went rigid, her back arching off the bed as she came undone. You felt her walls clench around you rhythmically, squeezing your length in pulsing waves. The sensation was too much, and with a strangled cry, you let go.

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, your body shaking as you spilled yourself into the condom. You collapsed on top of Vada, both of you panting and covered in sweat. You lay there for a long moment, basking in the afterglow of your first time.

“Wait.. your family— do you think they heard?”

-

The next morning, you both stumbled into the kitchen, feeling exhausted but incredibly satisfied. Vada was still in just a t-shirt and panties, while you had thrown on the first clothes you could find - her oversized band shirt and a pair of pajama shorts.

Patricia looked up from the stove where she was making breakfast, her eyes widening slightly as she took in your disheveled appearances. But instead of scolding you, she just smiled knowingly.

"Good morning, you two," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Did you both sleep well?"

Vada blushed, busying herself with getting out plates and utensils. "Uh, yeah, it was fine," she muttered, avoiding her mother's gaze.

As you and Vada sat down at the kitchen table, Amelia looked up from her phone and grinned at her mother. "Hey Mom," she said, a smug smile on her face. "Remember that bet we made? About Vada and her... friend?" She nodded towards you, her grin widening.

Patricia chuckled, setting a plate of pancakes in front of each of you. "Oh, I remember," she said, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Looks like you won that one, Amelia."

Amelia smirked proudly, holding out her hand expectantly towards her mother. "So, you'll give me the $5 now, right?"

Vada blushed even harder, burying her face in her hands. "Oh my god," she muttered, mortified that her little sister was rubbing her victory in all of our faces.

Patricia reached for her wallet and pulled out a crisp $5 bill, placing it in Amelia's eagerly waiting hand. Amelia snatched it up triumphantly, waving it in Vada's face.

"Thanks, Mom!" Amelia crowed, unable to wipe the grin off her face. "I knew it! I told you guys you were totally together."

You frowned in confusion, wondering how on earth Amelia and Patricia had figured out about you and Vada being together. Vada seemed just as perplexed and embarrassed by the revelation.

Patricia chuckled, a playful smirk on her lips as she watched your bewildered expressions. "Oh, come on," she said, rolling her eyes. "You two weren't exactly quiet last night."

Vada's face turned bright red, and she buried her burning cheeks in her hands. "Oh my god," she muttered, mortified. "Mom, seriously?!"

Patricia just laughed, shaking her head. "Well, it's not every day I have to hear my daughter and her girlfriend making love for the first time," she pointed out, a hint of amusement in her voice. "I mean, I'm glad you two had fun, but maybe try to keep it down a little next time, hmm?"

Amelia snorted, clearly delighted by Vada's embarrassment. "Wow, gross," she said, making a face. "I don't need to know about your sex life, Vada."

You quickly tried to change the subject, desperate to get the spotlight off of you and Vada's new relationship. "S-So, uh... what's the weather like out there today?"

—

REQUEST: i looooove your writing! would ever be open to doing a g!p reader x vada cavell, where it's both of their first times and they are cute and awkward together? maybe even the morning after they get discovered by parents/guardians and there's a cute morning scene? idk i think i'm just craving sweet happy sex. p.s. i think you're really cool

(thank you btw)

[iamred-iamyellow]

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♥ synopsis: your boyfriend jude bellingham is welcomed with open arms by the f1 community and becomes the people’s paddock’s princess

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“We know about your inspiration in football, but which athletes outside of football do you look up to—if any?” he read off a laptop screen.

“Uhm,” he scratched the bridge of his nose. “Probably Y/n L/n,” His face lit up with a smile as the camera crew giggled in the background. “She’s done quite a lot in her sport in such a short amount of time and I really admire her driving style, if i’m being honest. Yeah, I’ve been spending a lot of my time watching F1 recently, so probably her.”

He sent the reply and leaned back on the chair, “This is peak journalism.”

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[skyahri]

How They Found Out P2 |Naruto Men X Reader| HC

Part One Masterlist Ko-fi

Characters: Sasuke Uchiha, Shikamaru Nara, Kakashi Hatake

Summary: The aftermath of your relationship becoming public. Part two to How They Found Out

Warnings: Mentions of sex, marriage, kids. Pretty low key tbh.

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Sasuke Uchiha

What an absolute nightmare.

Once you heard the front door shut, Sasuke basically collapsed on top of you.

He groaned. His night had been ruined, and on top of it, Naruto was sure to cause drama for the coming days.

"It's okay, Sasuke. They were sure to find out anyway."

"Our relationship going public and Naruto catching us having sex are two very different issues, and it's a bit concerning that you think I'm worried about the latter."

You kick him off of you with a laugh and suggest a shower. There was no way your escapades could continue on after all the fuss.

The next morning, you basically had to drag Sasuke out of the house.

He'd been moaning and groaning and grumbling since last night, so much so that he started to sound like Shikamaru.

Who knew Sasuke could complain so much.

Once you were out the door and the second your friend's eyes caught you, they pounced.

All at once, they hounded you about what Naruto may or may not have seen (Naruto has a habit of being a bad storyteller, so who knows what actually went down)

Sasuke refused to answer any questions until the chaos had settled down. They did eventually, albeit reluctantly.

"It's true."

That just sent them all reeling again, begging for details.

You two already discussed what you'd keep secret and what you'd share, so the meeting went pretty smoothly once everyone agreed to keep their composure.

Until fucking Sakura started asking questions about your sex life.

After that, you zipped your mouth and refused to answer anything further.

They'd just have to live on not knowing anything.

Shikamaru Nara

After news got out, Ino decided it was her place to convince Shikamaru to, in her words, "be a man and ask her out already!"

He ignored her, convinced she was full of it and brushed her off.

But her words lingered in his head.

Your friends were all beginning to settle down; Naruto and Hinata had just gotten married. Talk of kids had started to circulate in the group.

Were you wanting marriage and children?

The slow buzzing quickly turned into an almost constant fog in his mind. He'd never been so distracted before.

What a drag.

Within the week, he was knocking on your door.

"I need to ask you about something."

Weird. You could read him pretty well at this point, but this energy he was putting off was new.

"What's up, Shika?"

"Do you want to get married?"

Your eyes widened and jaw dropped. When you tried to answer, you found yourself at a loss of words.

"I mean, damnit, I- do you want to get married eventually? Or have kids at some point?"

You stared at him like he had two heads.

"Are you feeling alright? Why don't you come inside?"

He didn't fight you. He walked in and sat at your table in silence while you made him some tea.

You'd pried it out of him that Ino was behind this sudden change, and assured him that things would be okay.

"Look, I never brought it up because I know you're not a feelings guy, buy yeah, I guess I would like to have a family. I thought that's what you wanted, too?"

He got that irritated look on his face. The one he always gets when people ask him to work.

"It is, but,"

"But don't worry about it. I work on your time, so whenever you're ready."

You gave him a kiss on the cheek.

He let out a sigh of relief, glad to have fallen into such a situation with someone who understands him so well.

"Not too long, though. It's been almost two years, Shika."

On second thought, this was a total drag.

Kakashi Hatake

The next morning, you two made sure to bump into his students.

They seemed rather pleased with themselves, that they had been the ones to finally catch Kakashi lacking.

It only took a single look for Sasuke to realize it was all fake. They'd been bested by their sensei once again.

That quick glance he got from Kakashi told him not to say anything to the others, which he hadn't planned on anyway.

"Kakashi sensei, why didn't you ever tell us you were seeing someone?"

He set a hand on Sakuras head and ruffled her hair.

"I try not to share my personal matters with children. That's what friends are for."

Enter Gai, who happened to hear.

"You didn't tell us either, Kakashi."

He just shrugged, sending Gai into a fit.

News traveled fast in the village. What else is to be expected when romance rumors come up about the Hokage?

Kakashi was actually very calm about the whole thing.

Despite dreading this day for a long time, he was actually very content with the outcome.

There had been so much going on when you initially got together. Wars and death and PTSD and all that.

But now was a time of peace. A perfect time to actually start living, and this was just the beginning.

[syluslnd]

Hi there! I'm new to tumblr and I'm one of your silent readers. I love your writing and I was wondering if you're up to take my request. I had this thought when I was looking through new pajamas to buy hehe.

Would you be interested to write a fic where the reader just finished chores and all before sylus come home from his long work trip. She took a shower but then just remembered that all her laundry aren't done yet and she only has a few pieces of longer nighties but still quite sheer. She put it on whilst waiting for the laundry to be done drying thinking she still has time to spare. Then when she was preparing dinner while listening to her music, little dancing etc, she didnt realise sylus came back home earlier than expected. He was so glad, excited and aroused to see reader in that, that he wasnt sure he could keep his 'hunger' in control anymore.

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Sylus who catches you in lingerie

The smell of a sizzling pan filled the kitchen as you swayed to the soft rhythm of music playing from your phone. You wore nothing but a skimpy set of sheer shorts and a crop top, practically lingerie, but you hadn't planned to look this revealing.

You were just doing laundry and this was the only thing left to wear. The music, paired with the warmth of the stove, had you dancing a little, your body moving sensually to the beat as you stirred the ingredients.

It had been weeks since Sylus had been home. His work trip had felt never-ending and you missed him more than you'd admit.

Being by yourself like this, you'd let your guard down, lost in the moment as you twirled and swayed around the kitchen.

What you didn't realize was that Sylus had already slipped into the house. Quiet as always, his steps were soundless as he entered, taking in the sight of you moving so seductively without a care in the world. He leaned against the doorframe, watching you, eyes darkening as he took in every curve of your body, barely hidden by the flimsy fabric.

He was captivated. The way your hips moved, the way the fabric clung to you... the sight was almost too much after so long away. His pulse quickened, desire simmering in him like a fire he could no longer ignore.

Without saying a word, he reached out and turned off the music.

The sudden silence startled you, and you spun around quickly, eyes wide. "Sylus!" you gasped, your heart racing from the surprise.

You hadn't even heard him come in.

He didn't say anything at first just stood there his gaze raking over your exposed skin. His eyes were dark and the hunger in them made your breath hitch. Slowly, he started toward you, each step deliberate, his presence overwhelming.

"I-uh..." you stammered, backing up slightly feeling the heat rise in your cheeks as you suddenly became hyper-aware of how little you were wearing. "I didn't know you were home."

Sylus stopped just inches from you, towering over you in that way that always made you feel so small, so delicate. His eyes were half-lidded and the smirk playing on his lips was nothing short of predatory. "Clearly" he said in a low, teasing tone "or you wouldn't be prancing around half-naked like this."

You opened your mouth to explain but the words got caught in your throat. The way he was looking at you, the way his body seemed so tense with desire—it was intoxicating. "I-I was just... doing laundry” you finally managed, your voice shaky.

"These were the only clothes left."

He raised an eyebrow, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers lingering longer than necessary. "Laundry, huh?" His voice dripped with amusement. "and you decided to make dinner dressed like that?"

"I didn't think you'd be home yet..." you mumbled, feeling your cheeks flush even more. His hand trailed down from your hair, grazing lightly over your shoulder, sending a shiver down your spine. His touch was barely there but it felt like fire on your skin.

Sylus chuckled softly, stepping closer until your back hit the counter. His body was so close, you could feel the heat radiating off him, the tension between you so thick it was suffocating. "You didn't think I'd be home to catch you dancing around like that?" His eyes flicked down to your sheer shorts, his smirk growing wider. "Or maybe... you wanted me to catch you."

Your heart pounded in your chest as he closed the distance between you. His hands found your hips gripping you just hard enough to make you gasp. "That's not- I wasn't-" You tried to protest but your body betrayed you, leaning into his touch, craving more of the closeness you'd missed for weeks.

Sylus' lips hovered near your ear, his breath warm against your skin as he whispered "Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep my hands off you right now, kitten?"

A shudder ran through you at his words, your body aching with need. "Sylus..."

"I've been gone for too long” he murmured, his lips brushing lightly against your neck, sending a spark of heat straight through you.

"And here you are, looking like this, teasing me the moment I get back."

"I wasn't trying to-" Your breath hitched as his teeth grazed your skin ever so lightly.

"Weren't you?" His voice was low, dangerous, filled with a need he wasn't bothering to hide anymore. His hands slid up your sides, fingers teasingly brushing over the fabric of your crop top barely touching but enough to make you tremble under his touch. "You're making it hard for me to believe that, sweetie."

Your legs felt weak under his touch, his words, his presence. Everything about him made you dizzy with want, especially after so long without him. "I missed you” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Sylus' lips curled into a slow, satisfied grin.

"Is that why you're dressed like this? For me?" His hands trailed down, teasing the edge of your shorts, fingers brushing dangerously close to the bare skin beneath.

"Or should I be worried that this is just how you cook now?"

You swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure, but it was impossible. His touch, his voice, the way he was looking at you-it was too much. "It's not like that..."

He hummed, unconvinced, as his fingers traced small, deliberate circles on your hips, just barely dipping under the waistband of your shorts. "You're lucky I have some self-control, kitten. Because right now.." He leaned in, his lips hovering just over yours, close enough that you could feel his breath but not close enough to kiss. "Right now, I'm not sure how much longer I can hold back."

Your breath caught in your throat as his words sent a wave of heat straight through you. His body pressed against yours, trapping you between him and the counter, his hands now gripping your waist firmly.

Every inch of him was tense, and you could feel just how much he was holding back.

"Sylus, I..."

He cut you off, his mouth finally crashing into yours, hungry, demanding, his lips devouring yours as though he'd been starving for this.

His hands tightened on your waist, pulling you flush against him as he deepened the kiss, his need overwhelming.

You melted into him, your hands finding their way to his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt as if you needed something to hold onto. His kiss was possessive, desperate and you could feel how much he had missed you in every movement.

When he finally pulled away, his breathing was ragged, his eyes dark with lust as he looked down at you. "You have no idea what you do to me” he growled, his voice low and rough. "And if you keep teasing me like this..."

You swallowed, your heart racing as you stared up at him, your body aching with the same need he was feeling. "Then don't hold back" you whispered, your voice barely audible but you knew he heard every word.

Sylus' eyes flickered with something primal as he leaned in again, his lips brushing against your ear. "Be careful what you ask for, sweetie. Because once I start, I won't stop."

[littlemissrbf]

Summer Lovin' (pt. 4)

Robert "Bob" Floyd x Fem!Reader

(No use of y/n, reader is a SoCal native & Bob is from Montana, language, reader has an annoying but loving uncle, a lot of Cali references, pls do not let strangers drive you home, pls drive with both hands on the wheel, pls keep your eyes on the road, y'all wtf is a huckleberry, okay so apparently PDA in uniform is a big no-no)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 [Word Count: 2.2k]

"You can drive stick?"

"We had trucks on the ranch so I learned when I was ten or so, once my feet could reach the pedals."

"Robbie are you sure you're not a cowboy?"

A man you just met in a bar is driving you and your drunk uncle home.

Yeah it sounds bad, and you know it. Those true crime podcasts that your friends love listening to, this is how they start. With any other man, you’d worry about the night ending with your chopped-up remains shoved into a suitcase and left to float in the San Diego Bay.

But this was Robert Floyd. The man who let you beat him in pool so he could buy you a drink, the man who pulled your chair out and opened the car door for you, and the man who even insists on taking you out on a proper date before kissing you.

So now Bob is in the driver's seat and you're on the passenger side giving him directions, occasionally glancing back to make sure your uncle is still alive. He always had his radio on some country music station, you decided it wasn't worth it to shuffle through stations only to change it back after you got home, so you just turned the volume down.

"Thank you for this, I don't what I would've done without you."

"You don't have to thank me, I'm just glad I get to spend some more time with you." Bob turned to give you a quick smile, then shifted his attention back to the road.

"Yeah me too," you let out a short breath, "I'm also glad that I didn't have to go back in there and beg someone else to drive us."

"Someone like Hangman?" He teased.

"Oh God don't even get me started on that guy." You groaned, "He is such a self-absorbed prick- he struts around like a damn peacock."

A small chuckle left Bob's lips.

"I bet he checks himself out anytime he passes a surface that's even remotely reflective." You grinned at him, but he didn't return your smile.

"I would too if I had his looks." His lips pressed into a thin line, his gaze still focused on the road.

"You know you're better looking than him, right?"

"You're just saying that."

You felt an ache in your chest.

"Robert Floyd, you are the handsomest son of a bitch I've seen in a long time, and I'm not just saying it to be nice, I mean it."

He didn't respond right away, he blinked a few times and adjusted his grip on the wheel, he let out a steady breath and let out a small "Thank you", just loud enough for you to hear.

"You're absolutely welcome, Robbie." You moved your arm to place your left hand on his shoulder, his skin was warm under his uniform, you give him a light squeeze before pulling away. Again, you felt him lean into your touch, the tension in his shoulders melting away just a bit and he shifted in his seat before clearing his throat.

"What's your favorite flower?"

The question caught you completely off guard, you thought for a second, humming before answering,

"Carnations, why'd you ask?"

"No reason." he grinned innocently and shrugged.

"Well now it's only fair if you tell me yours."

"I like Daffodils."

"Daffodils?" you raised an eyebrow, "You ever watched Big Fish?"

"I love that movie." He said with a wide grin, "I used to watch it all the time as a kid, the DVD got so scratched up it started completely skipping scenes."

"Did you try toothpaste?"

"I did, but then the sound stopped working so I gave up and watched my back up movie."

"And what was your back up movie?"

"The Princess Bride."

"Shut up, I love the Princess Bride." you smiled at him and he turned to you with a mischievous smirk on his face, you immediately understood what he was thinking.

"No," you started, raising a finger at him while that stupid grin just grew bigger, "No. Don't you say it. Don't you dare say it!"

"As you wish."

You let out a groan as you pressed your face into your palms, Bob just chuckled at you, clearly proud of himself and his reference.

"So stupid," you threw a lighthearted slap at his arm, "You're lucky you're so damn cute."

He was still laughing, the corners of his eyes crinkled, and a rosy blush spread over his cheeks up to the tips of his ears.

In between giving directions and checking for signs of life from the backseat, you two filled the silence with silly conversations. You talked about your favorite ice cream flavors (he likes Rocky Road), hobbies (recently got into cooking and baking, he makes his family's old recipes whenever he feels homesick), and some memories from growing up (on his 12th birthday, he got the lego Millennium Falcon and tried to stay up all night making it).

"So, how're you feelin' about the weather over here?"

"It's... hot. I mean the heat was worse in Lemoore, but over here it's dry and sunny. If I stand in the sun over five minutes it feels like my entire face is gonna melt off."

"Welcome to San Diego, Robbie."

"It's nice when it rains, though."

"Yeah, it's nice, until you're on the 405 begging for your life 'cause suddenly everyone forgot how to drive."

Bob just laughed, but you weren't joking.

"I'm serious Robbie, the second rain hits the ground you've gotta stay off the roads, okay? No one is safe."

This just made him laugh more, you roll your eyes because you know he'll learn eventually, when it rains in SoCal you stay the fuck home.

"Okay okay, what about Whitehall?" You changed the subject, "Does it rain a lot there?"

"Oh it snows more than it rains."

"You're kidding."

"Nope, we get about seven inches every December."

"Your guy's Christmas must be beautiful," and now you were jealous, "God, I'd love to see the snow."

"You've never seen snow?" he quickly glanced at you, hands still on the wheel.

"No, I've seen snow before, I've just never actually seen it snowing before, you know." You sighed and looked up, "I've literally dreamed about watching the snow fall on Christmas Eve, with all the string lights and music, maybe some hot chocolate."

Out of the corner of your eye you could see him steal a quick glance before looking back to the road, smiling.

"You know, I think I can make that happen."

You turned to look at him, resting the side of your head against the seat, he still had his eyes on the road. He shifted his right arm to rest on the center console and his hand dangled just in reach of the stick shift. He looked comfortable, like driving with one hand on the wheel was second nature to him.

"There's this one place that makes a huckleberry hot cocoa," he continued, "or we could just make it at home with fresh milk from the cows if you want, that might be better anyway."

You turned back to see if your uncle was looking, but he was completely knocked out and snoring like a bear, so you turned back and moved your hand to rest on top of Bob’s.

He froze for a second, then his fingers immediately wrapped around yours and he pulled your hand up to his lips, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles. Your fingers intertwined and he moved your arms back down to the center console so that yours rested on top of his, you smiled and gave his fingers a tight squeeze. He returned the squeeze and you sighed,

“You’re cute.” You turned to look at him again.

He moved his thumb back and forth, caressing the side of your hand, “You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.” he looked at you with stars in his eyes and a grin on his lips.

"Keep your eyes on the road, Robbie." You blushed and turned away.

"Yes ma'am."

He held your hand the rest of the drive, only dropping it to shift gears and immediately moving it back to its place with your fingers intertwined. He gave little squeezes here and there, but mostly brushed his thumb up and down the side of your hand, you mirrored the gesture every once in a while making him smile.

Your car was parked on the curb in front of your uncle's house, you instructed Bob to pull the truck into the driveway, joking,

"You hit my car Robbie and you can kiss that first date goodbye."

"I won't." He parked and pulled the keys out of the ignition.

You opened your door and hopped out to make your way to the drivers side, Bob followed, stepping out and opening the backseat door for you, "Let me help you get him inside."

Your uncle laid on his right side, facing the seat, you turned him onto his back by his shoulders, but his eyes remained closed. You softly rubbed his shoulders, "We're home, it's time to get up."

When he still didn't stir you began tapping on his shoulders, gently at first but increasing the strength, you kept your voice soft and calm, "Can you hear me? C'mon old man it's time to wake up." His eyebrows pinched together as his face twisted into a grimace as he woke up, he let out a long groan.

"Morning sunshine," you said as you helped him sit up slowly. "Let's get you to bed, okay."

He grunted as he scooched towards the door, throwing one heavy leg out of the truck at a time and stumbling out, letting you and Bob scramble to catch his weight. You had your uncle's right arm over your shoulders and Bob had his left, the three of you shuffled up the driveway to the front door. Bob handed you back the keys and you carefully unlocked the door, you turned the handle slowly, trying to keep as quiet as possible. Your aunt was standing right behind the door in her pajamas, her eyes were tired.

"Hi auntie," you whispered, smiling innocently.

"Who's this?" She leaned on her hip with her arms crossed.

"This is my friend Robert Floyd, he drove us home."

"Ma'am." Bob extended a hand to your aunt.

She said nothing, just stared at his hand for a beat before reaching out to shake it, she let out a short huff.

"I'll get him to bed." She moved towards you, arms outstretched towards your uncle.

You brought his arm from your shoulders and passed it to your aunt, "Are you sure you don't need help?"

"I've got it." She turned and started walking him to the bedroom.

You pulled your uncle's keys from the door and dropped them into the ceramic dish on the foyer table, then you fumbled around the dish and grabbed your own keys. You closed the door softly and locked it, then you turned to Bob who was rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"I'm really sorry about that, she's usually not this cold," you moved closer to him, shoving your keys into your purse before bringing a hand up to rub his shoulder, "I think she's just tired."

"It's okay," he shrugged, clearly discouraged by the awkward introduction. This was not how you would picture him meeting your family, with your uncle drunk out of his mind and your aunt tired and clearly displeased at you bringing a stranger home.

You tilted your head to meet his gaze but he kept his head low, looking off to the side, you felt your chest tighten. You brought your hand to cup his cheek, gently moving his face to look at you, he gave you a weak smile.

"Hey come here," you pulled him into your arms, wrapping them around his shoulders in a tight embrace. He froze for a second then completely melted into your touch, he snaked his arms around your waist and held you just as tight. You stood on your toes, your face nestled into the crook of his neck, you felt him press a kiss to your temple before bringing his cheek to rest against the side of your head. He smelled like lemons and cedar, his cologne filled your senses as you nuzzled closer and weirdly enough, he also smelled like peanuts.

You stayed there for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, swaying gently from side to side. And for that moment, the world fell silent, the only thing that mattered was the way he rubbed small circles into your back as he held you.

"Thank you, again, for tonight. For everything."

"You don't have to thank me, 'cause I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat."

You pulled away first, moving your hands rest on his shoulders and letting him move back as well, his hands hovered on your waist.

"C'mon, let's get you back to the bar." you said, fixing the collar of his uniform.

"You don't have to drive me, I'm sure you're tired too." he shook his head.

"Please, it's the least I can do. I can't have you walking back to the Hard Deck."

"It's really alright, you don't have to worry about me, I can call an uber or something."

"Robbie, just get in the damn car."

"Yes ma'am."

Divider by @bernardsbendystraws

(Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading! The semester just ended so you should be getting pt. 5 pretty soon! As per usual, this is my first fic so if you have any writing tips or suggestions please let me know!)

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[jezabelle9299]

You're It for me S.R x FEM! reader

Overture- Your walking through a used bookstore when you spot an old magazine with your boyfriends face on the cover-- not for his academic ability

CWs- Comparison to Lila Archer, feeling replaceable, this is diet angst- I don't have the guts or skill for the truly heart wrenching, kissing

A/N- I was kind of picturing an early season 2 Spencer? Like they've been dating for a while, but like-- not more than maybe 2 years, so they're still a little bit nervous. Also this is the first of many things I'm doing this December so hopefully everything goes well and if you want to read any of the other things I'm doing you could do so HERE

Right in your favorite used bookstore, on top of some other old magazines, there it was. It caught your eye at first because of the vibrant photo— but when you stopped to look you saw a beautiful young actress rubbing her face onto your wonderful boyfriend's hand. You felt sick, but you pushed through it to buy the stupid thing so you could read it. 

You barely made it through the checkout line, pale as a ghost and wishing you’d never walked in there. Because why didn’t he tell you? The publishing date was only months before you started dating and he hated touch. Was this a long relationship? An intimate moment no one else was supposed to see?

By the time you got to your car you’d ripped the plastic covering off the magazine opening up the article about Lila Archer. You hadn’t really heard of her before, but she was gorgeous. The more you read about the ‘secret relationship’ between her and Spencer the more upset you got— until in one of the final sentences it said one of their reporters found them in a pool—fully clothed—making out. Spencer. Your germaphobic boyfriend who was nervous about so much as touching you in passing for your first 3 dates jumped into a pool to make out with someone he couldn’t have known for that long.

You sat on the couch in your apartment after a silent ride home. Spencer was supposed to meet you to spend some time together, he’d be landing any minute– but it was all you could do not to cry. It was before you were dating but you just felt– Insecure? Replaceable? You weren’t quite sure, but comparison stole your joy and left you with nothing but a sour mood and a boyfriend on his way to see you– one who was qualified to notice that you were upset nearly immediately upon seeing you. 

“Hey honey— I’m so glad I’m finally home. I’ve missed you so much.” He walked through the door, you’d told him so many times that he could come in without knocking– he even had his own key– and he moved straight to you. He leaned in to kiss you, but your lips were unrelenting, not soft like they usually were. You weren’t in the mood for romance right now and he wanted to figure out why. 

Not that you always had to be in the mood for physical touch, but usually when he got home from longer cases you were on him from the moment he walked through the door. He loved that— he missed that right now. 

“Is something wrong? Are you ok?”

“Yeah Spence, I’m fine.” You plastered on your best fake smile to no avail, only making Spencer more concerned in your efforts. 

“Did something happen while I was gone?”

“Nothing happened.” 

“I know you’re not telling me something. I can’t help if I don’t know what’s going on.” Despite his words, his tone wasn’t accusatory at all. Only concerned. 

“I don’t need help— I just saw something that kind of… freaked me out is all.” You were really trying to downplay the effect that stupid magazine cover had on you.

“Did I leave one of my case files laying around? Oh honey I’m so sorry— I thought I picked them all up before I left.”He was wracked with guilt over something that didn’t even happen. 

“No Spencer it wasn’t that. It was a magazine? You were on the cover.” You thought he knew what you were talking about. I mean he’s been in a few science magazines for his academic ability, but nothing else like this. At least you certainly hoped not. 

“What magazine? From this month?” 

“No— it was a few months before we started dating. It was you and Lila Archer? I know it was before we started dating; and I know I have no right to be upset by it but it just— it just kind of took me by surprise, you know?”

“Oh. I forgot about that.” 

“You forgot about it? It said you were found fully clothed in her pool, and you just forgot?” You weren’t accusatory, just hurt—your voice was breaking by the end and you were still trying to look up at him. 

“It really wasn’t like that, I only knew her for a week— we were in LA because she was being stalked, I was supposed to be guarding her and she pulled me into the pool.” with just that one sentence he made it infinitely worse. He knew her for a week, and he wasn’t worried about her germs? What made her so different?

“You only knew her for a week?”

“Well–yes?” It was clear by the way he looked at you that he thought that would be a comforting notion. It was anything but. 

“On our first date you didn’t even want to touch me. You didn’t kiss me until we’d been dating for almost 2 weeks. I was perfectly fine with those things because I know you don’t really like touch but I need you to be honest with me about something. Do you just not like me as much? Because if you don’t that’s– well that’s ok. I mean I don’t want to be worried that you’re going to get a case in LA and find someone better.”

“Honey let me be perfectly clear– there is no one better. I love you more than anything or anyone on this Earth.” Spencer’s reassurance just wasn’t comforting you like it usually did. 

“Then–why? I mean do you just not think about me physically in that way?”

“I think the way I feel about you physically could easily be described as clingy and/or obsessed. You know this, sweetheart.” He held tightly onto your hands- rubbing the back of hand with his thumb

“Well now sure, but I honestly kind of thought you just weren’t attracted to me when we first started going out.”

“I was– and am for the record– extremely attracted to you. Some of my hesitance towards touching you was germ-based, but honestly I was just so ridiculously, extremely nervous around you that I was afraid to touch you and mess everything up.”

“Oh.” 

“Yeah, honey in case you hadn’t noticed you’re kind of it for me.” That feeling in the pit of your stomach finally subsided— giving way to the same feeling of love you always feel when Spencer wraps you in his arms. 

[hirschkuh-traumvoll]

Like in your fav movie

the plot is: chralie's planning a movie night for everyone to participate, but you know her films are not much for your and your friend's taste, so you find a good old film and suggest alastor watching it together

words ≈ 5.6k

warnings: alastor has a favourite kiss scene in a movie... not like he likes this movie just because of the scene, but he just finds this kiss scene beautiful because i do so; also, gifs from the silent movie would appear in the text, don't be disturbed by them

author's note: this had been in my drafts for months, like for six-seven months!! because i easily jump from one project to another, but i'm glad i've finally finished it ^^

*. ⋆ ✧.·:·.* ☽ ･ ｡ﾟ･ ☾ *.·:·.✧ *. ⋆

You and Angel entered a video rental store in a search for a movie for tonight. The films Charlie kept came to an end, and none of you wanted to rewatch these toothroting romantic movies and children musicals. Some of you wanted something really entertaining. So Angel and you volunteered to find tapes that would please everyone and at the same time wouldn't violate the rules drawn up by Charlie. At least not all of them. It wasn't easy, but at least going on this mission you freed yourself from her trust building exercises. And this was a huge plus.

Entering the shop you decided to split up, pick out a few tapes that suited the majority's taste, and then discuss together which of these you should take.

You went to the detective section and Angel to the fantasy. Horrors, actions, thrillers and all the similar was out of your list, as it simply went against Charlie's rules, god damn them, why couldn't you even watch a good horror movie in the hotel situated in hell? Did it really interfere with redemption?

But you shook your head. She tried her best for you all, after all. And moreover the lights in the horror section suspiciously flickered now and then… Better stay away from that part of the shop.

The detective part seemed quite boring, though the bright covers with abstruse names dazzled in front of your eyes, persuading you to buy them. You took only two tapes that seemed suitable and moved to the other section when suddenly something caught your eye, making you stop abruptly. You turned your head to the shelves on your right and saw a familiar white and black face without even a hint of a smile. And this film was in the comedy section. The man in the image was holding a book in one hand and a magnifier in the other one. Fake mustache was on his pale face, and a flat hat was on the top of his head.

Your eyes widened in a growing surprise as you pronounced “no way” with a smile curving your lips, and your hand reached to the tape.

* ☽ ･ ｡ﾟ･ ☾ *

Angel stood in front of you with several tapes in each of his hands, pressing them to his fluffy chest. One tape seemed to stick out right from his fur. Even in his extra section of arms he held at least five tapes in his large palms. And you stood in front of him with just a single film.

“The fuck, babe?”

“I see you've done a great job, Angel! Let's go to the cash desk!” You answered cheerfully, ignoring his frown.

“Wait, hold on!” He wanted to grab your hand, but realised it was impossible for him, so he just stepped out in front of you, bending his waist, not losing a single tape, even the one in his fur, which now was staring right at you. You took a step back, mentally preparing to defend yourself from his sarcasm. He knew what a nerd you were with your strange passion for everything old, including silent movies.

Angel tilted his head, reading the name of the tape you squeezed in your palm.

“1924..? A silent comedy?! Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?!”

“You don't understand, Angel, it's a very important film.” You said grandly, but your friend only rolled his eyes, as if he knew why exactly you chose this tape among all the modern movies and even hell made ones. “I know what you're thinking about, Angel,” He looked down grumpy at you, “but I assure you, that I came to love silent pictures long before I met Alastor. I loved them even when I was alive. Frankly, a part of me wanted to become a director, so much I loved cinematography, but, unfortunately, I died.”

Maybe not even unfortunately, you thought. In hell you met people you would die for, so partly you were glad you were dead.

Angel's eyes went from the tape in your hands to your face and back. His expression relaxed, but he was still frowned a bit,

“Eh, do you really think somebody’s gonna watch it? Cuz’ I’m out.”

You came up to the cash register, and handed the precious tape to a cashier, whilst Angel dumped all that he was holding in hands at the desk, making quite a heap of films of various genres. Your eyes quickly ran through the names on the covers and recognised most of them. Your cinematography knowledge was indeed deep and sound. You mentioned that most of the selected films actually met the princess’s requirements (though they were not so ‘harmless’ as Charlie's ones), but, not without a surprise, you observed that some pictures could literally drive Charlie mad if she'd find them.

“I fully trust your taste, Angel.” You answered, paying for the tape and taking a breath to say something that caused a little blush on your cheeks. “But this one tape is just for me and… Alastor.” You confessed with a little hesitation.

“Ohh! So it's a movie date then, huh?” Angel grinded cheeky, propping himself against the cash desk, eyeing at you.

“Don't say so.” Frowning, you tapped your fingers against the tape, imagining Alastor's face when you would suggest watching this film together. You couldn't deny you imagined his polite smile turning into a genuine one, a warmer and softer smile, how he calls you with a precious pet name ‘cher’ rolling from his tongue so sweetly as his eyelids droop slightly as every time you say something pleasant to him. And what could be more pleasurable than an offer to watch a classic comedy together? Especially when it was filmed by a director you both liked?

“Well, I hope.” You admitted. After all it wasn't a secret for Angel that you felt something for the deer man. You never really tried to hide your little crush on the Radio Demon. But you were a little scared of the thought that one day the rest of the crew and then he himself would find out what actually Alastor was to you. So you were very nervous when recently Charlie mentioned how your expression changed every time Alastor entered the room, how a smile on your face was impossible to wipe off, how your eyes never left Alastor, how you leaned closer to him when he was speaking. She was speaking with an understanding smile and even winked at you when you tried to deny.

If she noticed it, could he?

But when you decided to play a cold blooded towards him you appeared close to having your heart melted. It was fruitless to try to escape your feelings for they only grew stronger, wrapping their roots firmly around your tortured heart.

“Ha! I knew you have a crush on Tall Dark And Creepy!” Angel laughed, and, though you were slightly embarrassed, you couldn't help smile back at him — his laughter was too infectious. Even the cashier could hardly suppress a smile.

Angel put his hand on your shoulder and said with a bright smile,

“I’ll make sure Charlie picks the loooongest movie, so nobody will bother you, sugar.” He winked at you, spreading red across your cheeks. Then Angel lowered his gaze to the tape you twisted in your hands. “Hm. Tell me, babe, how long is this?”

You looked up, trying to remember,

“Hmm, about forty minutes?”

“What!?”

“What do you want? It's an old thing.” You waved the tape.

“Pff! This is not an excuse!” He crossed his arms, and you wanted to clarify to him the whole complicated process of filming a movie in the early 20s, and especially this comedy, shot on two films at once for better sales abroad, but Angel hushed you with his forefinger in front of your nose. “Don't you dare explain to me about film shooting again, toots.”

And only when he saw reconciliation in your eyes he continued, combing his white hair back with his gloved hand,

“Okay, that's not so bad. There are still a lot of hot things you can do in forty minutes, especially when you're so foxy. The longest shit I have is about three hours, so even when you, guys, finish you’ll still have about two hours in your pocket.” Angel widely smiled at you, being proud that he’d just organized you a potential date.

But you actually weren't so sure. Alastor was a busy man, it would be a great luck if he’d agree to join you tonight and wouldn’t leave right away as the movie ended.

“Angel, I-”

“No need to thank me, babe.” Angel gave the cashier banknotes, leaning forward to him and moving his hips to the side with grace blended with seduction. He turned to you again. “I'm always glad to help my friends with movies.”

You didn't know why it sounded suggestively, maybe Angel could make everything sound suggestively. You nodded and thanked him, but still thought that his conception of a movie date differed from yours. All you really wanted was to watch a movie that you and your friend/beloved enjoyed. But you really worried about the extra two hours. If Alastor was free tonight and when the others would be watching an Angel's movie, you would be left alone with Alastor… For two hours. The thought made you feel nervous because of excitement blended with fear that Alastor always made you feel: when he cast a look at you, when he placed his hand on your shoulder, when he praised your knowledge, or when he just emerged in your thoughts. And even now, when he didn't even know what you were about to offer him, just a thought of his smile and glowing eyes made your palms perspire and goosebumps ran down your spine.

* ☽ ･ ｡ﾟ･ ☾ *

When you entered the hotel and looked around the lobby and the bar, Angel whistled above you,

“Hey, look who's up there!”

When you looked up you saw Alastor taking a view of the hotel's lobby from the balcony. He held his hands behind his back, gripping his microphone, and stuck his chest out. But despite the proud look his gaze seemed empty, as if his thoughts were far from this place.

You felt a gaze on you and turned to Angel, who playfully raised his brows at you, and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Go to Charlie, and I…” The shyness occupied you suddenly, making it hard for you to say aloud the name of your crush. Why did it take you so much strength to pronounce the name of your beloved, especially when he was in the same room? Your cheeks blushed brightly as your eyes landed on the man you loved — he met your eyes and flashed you a smile.

“I'm going!” You exclaimed, throwing a paper bag with the new tapes into Angel's hands, and headed for the stairs.

“Break a leg, honey!” You heard behind your back and rolled your eyes, but smiled.

Alastor was about to go but noticing you entering the lobby he remained standing at the railing. So, you came back from shopping with your friend porn star. Wonderful. Now you waved him with your hand, catching his attention, though he was following your figure with his eyes as you were coming upstairs, and he responded to you with a tilt of his head.

You came up to him, keeping one hand behind your back, your left hand tucked your hair behind your ear as you stopped in front of him.

“Hi!” You greeted him. The blush Alastor saw on your cheeks dispelled all his thoughts. Your earthy beauty — so rare in hell and because of this even more precious — was pure and natural, and he couldn't help fixing his gaze on you each time you appeared before his eyes as a dreamy apparition. Just a view of you ignited his chest with warmth. And though just two minutes ago he felt resentment and even jealousy (he hated the fact that he wasn't there when Charlie was choosing who to send shopping, and it ended up with you and Angel going together), now he forgot, or almost forgot, his umbrage. Your smile wasn't so wide, your eyes didn't sparkle so bright, and you didn't tug nervously at the edge of your shirt when you were speaking with anyone but Alastor. And it meant something.

“Good evening, my dear! How was your shopping?” The last word was pronounced sharply, perfectly matching the flash of his fangs in the thin smile, and you, somehow, had to lower your gaze to escape the embarrassment. He looked too damn handsome with his lowered crimson eyelids and this dangerous grin, even when he was obviously irritated for some reason. Although you guessed why he was angry and knew it was fruitless to dispel his emotions with words — Alastor always appreciated actions.

“Weeell,” You drawled and handed him the tape from behind your back. It wasn't taken from your hand right away as you expected, so you looked up at him, seeing him observing the film with the narrowed eyes.

“Ooh,” Alastor's eyes gleamed when he read the title, “Oh my! The Great Stone Face himself!”

His fingertips slightly brushed yours as he took the tape from your hands and looked over it from every side. Looking at the front cover, he titled his head as if remembering something. A melancholic smile spread across his face and, slightly parting your lips in anticipation, you prepared to hear another old story of his past life. You loved his stories, Alastor was a great storyteller, no wonder he chose radio his career. With his smooth voice, perfect articulation and intonation, rich vocabulary he could make any story riveting. When you were in low spirits it was enough of him to tell you an anecdote to make the tears disappear from your eyes. Or when you wanted to hear a scary story Alastor gladly dedicated you to the details of his killings, which made your blood run cold but also brought a strange thrill to your heart. But most of all you liked when he reminisced about his earth life. That melancholic glitter in his eyes, sad smile, and low voice. He didn't share these memories with many people, and there was something intimate in the way he looked in your eyes, telling you about his good old days that he, despite all his pride and vanity, missed. And Alastor liked to share his memories with you. To see this light in your eyes and this genuine smile of yours. What could be more lovely in hell?

“You know, my dear, I once met him.”

“What?!” You exclaimed in amusement.

“Well, yes, my dear!” He nodded as if confirming his words and lowered his gaze, drifting somewhere in his memories, ready to put in language hir recollection. “It happened just once but I remember this day rather clearly.

“It was an evening party at the house of an acquaintance of mine, who, however, was a goner!” Alastor chuckled darkly, but there was nothing new for you that often his acquaintance became his victims. “But he knew how to throw a party. But none of the evenings he hosted wouldn’t be as charming without the people he invited. The man simply didn’t have a talent for entertaining, luckily, he had his guests. And on that evening Keaton was the life of the party.

“You know, darling, what impressed me the most? The smile and hearty laughter of this genius of comedy. It's not a secret he had been hiding this side of him from the whole world, for his whole life, but when it was only him and people around him, and no cameras, he laughed so infectiously nobody could help joining him!” And as if remembering that laugh, Alastor quietly chuckled himself.

“And what splendid headlines were on the next morning! Of course I was famous not only for my radio broadcast, dear. My ever present and, I mention it not without pride, charming smile was a subject matter of pressmen as well as the Buster's deadpan. So the picture of us on the front page caused a sensation!”

“Unbelievable,” You pronounced without taking your eyes from his face, “How many celebrities did you know?”

“Quite a few,” He answered abruptly, “But that's not the reason you showed me this cassette, isn't it?” He arched one brow glancing down at you and handing you back the tape.

“Oh, yeah!”

Now was the most difficult part: to pretend you were suggesting a movie night together as friends, and don't let the blush spread all over your face.

“How about we watch it together? Tonight?”

Your suggestion was delightful! Alastor as a matter of fact planned to invite you someday to the only traditional cinema theatre in hell which was located in the Cannibal Town, and where only the silent pictures were running. But now you were inviting him. Well, he guessed, it might be this new modern fashion of youth when a girl invites a man, but Alastor was more than just glad to hear your invitation. But the next time he wouldn't let you take the advantage of being first. Now he couldn't help teasing you a little bit, so you wouldn’t be too proud of your bravery.

“Shouldn't we watch whatever movie Charlie chooses to watch together?” Alastor asked with a mischievous smile and a head tilt.

“Yeaahh, right, but. I think we won't like whatever she will choose, but this one,” And you shook the tape in your hand, “is for our taste. Only.”

“Hmm,” He smiled like a cat, satisfied with its trick, slyly and pleasingly, and then exclaimed, throwing his hand, “Well, as you wish, my dear!”

You were ready to jump up with joy, but stopped as Alastor continued, “But we are _not_ going to watch this masterpiece of comedy through this annoying and horrible television technology, are we?”

“I'm afraid we don't have any other choice…”

“Nonsense, darling!” He waved his hand, making everything disappear in green flashes and dark shadows.

* ☽ ･ ｡ﾟ･ ☾ *

You found yourself in the darkness diluted with purple and green spots, and when you got used to the dim light you understood you appeared in a small concert hall of the hotel. Only a few scones and lights on the stage floor illuminated the room with dark red walls, which seemed to absorb their yellowish light just as the black ceiling, so there was not much use in the lighting. As you looked around you understood an oddity — you stood in the center of the concert hall and there were no seats around.

You heard such a familiar static noise becoming louder, and palm with long black fingers lay on your shoulder as though to guide you, and it traced down to link with your arm. Looking up you met the rose red gaze shining even brighter than the scones on the walls.

“Come on, darling.” Alastor led you to a loveseat, which silhouette emerged now from the darkness. The place was absolutely different without furniture and being sunk in velvet darkness. It seemed like the dusk imbibed each sound which was louder than the rustle of your clothes, but each step against the carpeted floor split it, leading you and your friend to the only seat in the room. Approaching it, you noticed that at the piano in the corner of the stage was sitting one of Alastor's ink-servants. The black-and-white imp in a little top hat kept his arms on the keys ready to start to play in any second. Looking higher you saw a huge white screen, hanging down instead of the closed curtains. No, not a screen, a sheet or another light piece of cloth.

Alastor's hand moved to your palm when you were taking a seat on a soft cloud sofa, and you looked around once again. Not only was the lack of furniture odd, the darkness seemed too deep and this silence felt actually velvet, wrapping your ears like rich fabric and comforting you.

But Alastor's solemn tone lay as a new dab on the blackness, painting it with exciting red.

“Now, isn't it a wonderful atmosphere, my dear?” All this time Alastor didn't take his eyes from you, watching your reaction, and he was satisfied, because there was genuine delight in your eyes. His microphone conjured away as he sat next to you with his legs crossed and placed one hand on his knee and another one behind you on the back of the loveseat.

“Absolutely.” You gave him a smile.

“Shall we start the performance, then?” He asked, leaning to you and seeing your nod he snapped his fingers. Right away a bright white beam of a projector pierced through the darkness, placing a black square with the greyish ghostly letters of the title and actors’ names on the white sheet, and at once the ink imp started its tapeur work with a loud, major chord.

As an old proverb, some kind of a prologue for the comedy, appeared on the screen you leaned to Alastor.

Don't try to do two things

at once and expect to do

justice to both.

Well, just as the main character of the picture you ignored the advice of ancestry, but if the young man on the screen was studying the science of being a detective whilst working as a cinema operator, you were on your mission by living through a date without giving a hint that it was a date.

But something, a chance or maybe someone, determined to destroy this facade.

When you moved to Alastor your knee accidently touched his, but even this innocent little hit was enough to make his heart flutter. Alastor knew, you made him too weak, and what was the most scandalous, you were able to do such things to him right from your first day in the hotel, since your first look at him, since your first shy smile and a greeting. It took you disgracefully a little to settle down in every corner of his mind. But never did Alastor feel sorry for this. The way you always excited and thrilled him was so pleasurable. He would be a fool to try to oppose such poisonously sweet torture. And how adorable it was to watch the same reaction from you, especially because of the fact you couldn't keep the same control of your emotions as he could, letting yourself stutter and blush so easily everytime he approached.

So to collect more of such reactions from you and to make his own heart tremble Alastor tilted his head to your side, as if ready to rest on your shoulder, and his hand found your wrist to brush it. A sigh escaped your lips, eyes were fixed to the screen too afraid to see what expression he had and to know if he captured your wrist on purpose or was it a pensive gesture without grounds. But hesitatingly your fingers embraced his, then his thumb approvingly caressed your palm, and you finally intertwined your fingers with his. Alastor gladly hummed, eyeing at you, but you were too concentrated on the movie or you pretended that you did. Anyway you were not about to look at him for Satan's sake, so he could feast his eyes on you, who became even more beautiful with your eyes narrowed in a joyful smile because of another amazing gag of the comedian. But what made you the most charming in all hell was the fact your hand was in Alastor's and you kept him as firmly as he kept you.

There was a special intimacy in watching a movie together. In a way you shared a surprise at the same scenes, how you squeezed each other's hands at the instants of tension, how you laughed at the same gags and witty intertitles. You were not enjoying just yourself or the picture on the screen, it was a delight of being together and sharing one passion for two.

But nothing lasts forever, and the most pleasurable moments feel the shortest. And you knew the film was coming to its end — the main character woke up in his projectionist's booth just to realize that all his feats for his beloved girl were merely a dream. You sighted at the view of the pale face staring at you from the small window of his booth. His sad eyes were full of shreds of his unfulfilled dreams, and he turned away from the camera in a shame of being so touched with illusions of his unrealized love. Your time alone with Alastor was running out as inexorably as the film in the projector, and now you shared the melancholy of the character, not the excitement of your unfulfilled lover who was humming a cheerful tune under his breath. But you didn't see him nervously rocking his foot side to side.

But there a love interest of the protagonist rushed into his room, you knew what was about to happen, and your heart skipped a beat as Alastor whispered closely to your ear,

“And that, my dear, despite my fussy taste, as some might say, is my favourite kiss scene in the whole cinematography.”

Your cheeks burnt when the protagonist, following the movements of the man in the film he was watching from his post, took the hands of his beloved, and felt how Alastor took your hands in his. Now The Stone Face eyed at the screen — at you! — to understand how to flirt with the girl further, and you knew Alastor cast a look at the silent actor as well, checking the timing. His palms warmed yours and you were glad he held them tightly because you had no doubt you were shaking as a leaf in the wind because of the thrill of your emotions.

And what did the protagonist of the protagonist's movie do? He kissed the hands of his beloved woman, and so did his disciple. You guessed what could follow in your movie, in your life, and you didn't know when the fear and excitement had mixed together, giving birth to a new feeling wrenching your guts to numbing, until all you felt was your frantically beating heart. 

“Cher?” Alastor murmured, drawing your hands to him and leaning down. You couldn't look at him, it was better to follow the actions in the film than to believe that your dream was coming true. But you heard very well the sound of a kiss to your knuckles and then the rustle of Alastor's clothes as he leaned to your neck, tracing with his nose a light path to your ear to place a modest peck onto your flushing cheek.

But when the character cast unequivocal, intensive and long look at the girl, and carefully captured her face in his palms, and leaned in to give her a kiss as passionate one as in the movie he'd just seen, he quickly pecked her like an innocent boy kissing his first love, and let go of her right away, to peer his gaze into the screen again to have another hint. And if this character, who so shamelessly broke the fourth wall again and again, if this very character could indeed see what was happening by that side of the screen, he could witness a scene of someone overcoming their shyness and following the mute movements of their beloved. 

But you didn't have a chance to see the kiss scene in the film. Alastor softly took you by your chin, gently drawing your face to him. He was already so close that you shared one sigh for two, and all you had to do was to slightly tilt your head back and let his lips meet yours.

Oh, the famous Pale Face would, for sure, turn into the Blushed Face if he would witness the tenderness of this kiss through the broken fourth wall.

Alastor's lips gently travelled over yours, pressing one feather kiss by another and another one, until you responded to him, slightly bending back and pressing your lips to his as your hands found his broad shoulders. His lips were cotton soft as he brushed them against yours in shy kisses remembering gentle little bites, which sent shivers up and down your spine and made your palms deliriously wander over his shoulders, chest and neck. You felt him smiling all the time, and you couldn't help but playfully catch his lower lip as he put another kiss on you and slightly pull him to you. He growled in low and the sound seemed to come from down of his stomach up to his throat. Hearing the groan you wanted to retract but the palm that appeared on the nape of your neck kept you in one place, whilst his fingertips drew the circles on your chin.

“Do you like this scene as I do, dear?” He whispered slightly leaning back, each word he pronounced made his lips brush against yours.

You opened your eyes and met your own reflection in his dilated pupils finged with rose-red light of his irises. His look was intensive but not lustful; he looked deeply into your eyes, and the entreaty shining through his gaze slowly changed into a command for you, and he didn't even have to use words to make you give in to him again. So you leaned in, parting your lips and sealing a stronger kiss against his smile, when suddenly your ears caught a change in the background music. It seemed the rhythm of your heart was equal to the fragile serene sound of the piano, but then Alastor tilted his head to deepen the kiss and twirled his fingers in your hair, making you flutter, and as his chest pressed to yours you realised your hearts were beating in unison. And the piano melody faded away. The velvet silence wrapped you both again, and again it was disturbed, and this time with the sound of slight moaning during kissing, crackling of static, which became louder every time your fingers touched the nape of his neck, and there was also rustling of the film now coming to the end. The black silence was broken with the sound of love, gentle and devoted.

“Mmm…” The static popped out through his low moan as your tongue brushed against his. You couldn't hide your sounds, too, and they seemed to make Alastor more heated. As your high and helpless moan fell in his mouth, he stole air from your lungs, wrapping his arms tighter around you and delving deeper, sliding the tip of his tongue against your palate, making you quiver in his embrace even more.

He parted his lips from you and cascaded kisses on your neck, and, oh dear, how sweet you were. Just as he expected, even better! So intoxicated and sweet. How long had he been dreaming of tasting this delicate, soft neck of yours? For too long. So now he was savouring each long kiss onto you with no rush, knowing you were now his favourite course he would never refuse and would never have enough. He lightly clutched your soft skin between his teeth, growling at your taste as he moved his tongue along your sensitive spot, and making you even tastier with his name rolling from your tongue.

“Al… Alastor…” You weakly whispered, stroking down his chest. The air in the room felt too hot to inhale, but you were already out of breath, and every caress of Alastor warmed you even more. You simply melted as sugar in his flame embrace, just a few more loud kisses under your ear and you would liquefy into caramel he would consume.

But luckily for you he traced higher, freeing your weak spot and placing a kiss to your temple, the corner of your eyes, several pecks down your cheek to your jaw, and then your lips again, in a final smooth and deep kiss. He heated the fire down, by now you were in very right condition — showing your love without shyness due to his incentive, and by that, influencing him to give you more, so you both could revel in sharing happiness. But the unhurried tempo he had chosen aroused within him something he didn't want to interfere with. Not now. It was too early.

So slowly his kiss became chaster, though his arms never lightened their grasp around you as a silent promise to never be satisfied. Gently your lips were parted, and you pressed your foreheads to each other. Silence was still a warm blanket over you. You dared to look up at Alastor — he was smiling, but not as usual, it was a soft, loving smile. He had a little blush on his cheeks as well, so adorable. And he admired you with the same intensity as you did.

A smile spread on your face as you slightly leaned back. What he did now was divine.

“There was no unwind in your times, right?” You asked with a playful tone, and he immediately caught your hint,

“Of course no, dear!” He answered with theatrical sadness, lowering his head just to quickly lift his gaze up back to you and say in low with half lidded eyes, casting passion at you, “But I could invent one for you.”

His hands on your waist harshly pulled you closer to him and you fell on his chest. He lifted your chin with the tip of his claw and crushed a kiss of a different nature on your lips, in a new, ardent fashion with unambiguous intention to make a whole movie now instead of just a scene.

*. ⋆ ✧.·:·.* ☽ ･ ｡ﾟ･ ☾ *.·:·.✧ *. ⋆

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p.s. i made these gifs myself and i had to reduce their quality over and over again because they were too heavy for tumblr and now they look... bad 🥹 but let's say it's an ✨ old silent movie esthetic✨

[goldfades]

Can you do a fix on Booker where his gf is iffy about him buying stuff for her and always tries to pay her half and how he tries to break her out of it? 💕 luv your writing btw we really need more Dbook writers

hii lovey, thank u sm<3 i love devin sm i actually wanna cry sm, he's just so cutesy yk? i'm so glad u enjoy as much as i like writing!!

Devin hated your obsession with splitting the bill.

It was cute at first—endearing, even. He liked your independence, the way you never expected anything from him, the way you insisted on pulling your weight. It was different from what he was used to, a refreshing contrast to the usual gold-digger stereotypes that came with being an NBA player.

But now? Now it was just getting ridiculous.

Like last week, when he tried to buy you sneakers—something simple, nothing crazy—and you refused to let him pay, insisting you could get them yourself. Or the time he booked a vacation for you two, and you fought him over sending him half the cost for the flights.

And then tonight.

You were out to dinner at one of his favorite restaurants—nothing too fancy, but nice enough that the bill was going to be a little ridiculous. He didn’t even think about it when the check came, just reached for it instinctively.

And then your hand was there, quick as lightning, grabbing at the other side of the black leather check holder like you were about to enter a full-on tug-of-war match over who got to pay.

“I got it,” you said, so casually, like it was nothing.

Devin barely held back a groan. “No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do,” you insisted, already reaching into your bag for your wallet.

Devin shot you a look. “Are we really about to do this again?”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “I just don’t want you always paying for everything.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”

“Because!” You gestured vaguely, searching for the right words. “It’s just—it’s weird. I don’t need you to pay for me, Devin. I have my own money.”

He leaned back, giving you a look. “I know you do. That’s not the point.”

You sighed, your fingers drumming anxiously against the table. “It’s just a thing for me, okay? I don’t want to feel like I’m just—taking from you.”

Devin let out a slow breath, his head tilting slightly, like he was really trying to understand where you were coming from. But also? Like he was trying to figure out the best way to break you out of this.

Because he wasn’t about to let his girlfriend treat herself like a damn charity case every time he wanted to do something nice for her.

And tonight?

Tonight, he was putting an end to it.

Devin didn’t move right away. He just watched you, fingers tapping against the table, your brows pinched in that way they always did when you were overthinking. He knew that look too well.

You were already building an argument in your head, already ready to fight him on this. And that was crazy to him.

Because what you didn’t seem to understand—what he needed you to understand—was that this wasn’t about money. It was about you.

And he wanted to take care of you.

Not because he thought you needed him to. But because it was how he showed love.

So he exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand down his face before sitting forward, his voice lower now. Steadier. “Alright. Explain it to me.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Explain what?”

“This.” He gestured between you two, between the check still sitting on the table, between this entire situation. “Why does this bother you so much?”

You sighed, leaning back in your chair, playing with the edge of your napkin. He knew you were stalling.

Finally, after a long pause, you muttered, “Because I don’t ever want you to think I’m with you for the wrong reasons.”

Devin froze.

For a second, he just stared at you. Then his jaw clenched, something flickering behind his eyes—something that made your stomach twist.

“You really think I’d ever believe that?” His voice was low, almost hurt.

You swallowed. “It’s not about you believing it. It’s about other people.”

Because that’s what it came down to, wasn’t it?

You had seen the headlines. The Twitter comments. The whispers whenever you and Devin were out in public together. Gold digger. Another NBA girlfriend just riding the wave. She’s only here for the lifestyle.

You hated it.

And yeah, Devin had money. More money than most people would know what to do with. But you never wanted that to define your relationship. You never wanted people to look at him—at you—and assume it was just about that.

Devin’s jaw ticked. “So, what? You’re gonna keep splitting every bill for the rest of our lives just to prove a point to people who don’t even know us?”

You flinched. “It’s not about proving a point.”

“Then what is it?”

You let out a sharp exhale, suddenly feeling exposed, like you had been backed into a corner with no way out. “It’s just—it’s weird for me, okay? I’ve always taken care of myself. I’ve had to. Letting someone else do it feels… I don’t know. Like I’m losing something.”

Devin went quiet at that.

His fingers drummed against the table once, twice—like he was processing—before he nodded slowly, leaning back, his dark eyes locked onto yours.

“Alright,” he said. “I get it.”

You blinked, caught off guard by how easily he was letting it go.

“Wait, you do?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “I get why you feel like that.”

You narrowed your eyes. “So… we’re good?”

Devin let out a slow breath, his lips twitching—like he was trying really hard to hide a smirk. “No. Not even a little.”

You frowned. “Then—”

“I get why you feel like that,” he said again, tapping his fingers against the check. “But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna let you keep doing this dumb shit.”

Your mouth dropped open. “Dumb shit?”

“Yes.” He nodded, casual as ever, fully ignoring the way you were now glaring at him. “Because you’re making this a bigger deal than it is.”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Multi-Millionaire. Some of us didn’t grow up with an unlimited budget.”

Devin rolled his eyes. “Baby, I didn’t either.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but—okay. Fair point. Devin didn’t come from crazy wealth. He had worked for it. Earned every dime.

“But that’s exactly my point,” you argued. “You earned it. You should get to spend it on whatever you want.”

He gave you an exasperated look. “And I want to spend it on you.”

You paused.

Devin sighed, leaning in, his voice softer now. “You don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?”

“That it makes me happy to do this for you.”

Your breath hitched slightly.

His gaze was steady, his thumb rubbing absentmindedly against the side of his glass. “I want to take care of you. Not because I think you need me to. Not because I think you can’t take care of yourself. But because you deserve to have someone who wants to do things for you.”

You swallowed hard. “Dev—”

“No, listen.” He tilted his head slightly. “You do so much for me. You deal with the travel, the media, the bullshit that comes with dating someone in the NBA. You support me constantly. You make my life easier in ways you don’t even realize.”

You were silent.

“So, if I want to take you to a nice dinner, or buy you a pair of sneakers, or book a trip just because I know you’ll like it—why the fuck would you fight me on that?”

You let out a breath, your frustration softening into something more like… guilt.

Because when he put it like that…

You bit your lip. “I just don’t want to take advantage of you.”

Devin let out a quiet laugh—not mocking, not patronizing, just… fond.

“You think you could take advantage of me?” He shook his head, smirking now. “Baby, you won’t even let me buy you coffee half the time.”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “This is so embarrassing.”

He grinned, leaning forward. “No, what’s embarrassing is you thinking you have any real say in this.”

You peeked through your fingers, frowning. “What does that mean?”

Devin grabbed the check, pulled out his card, and slid it in like it was final. Like this was done.

“Means I’m paying for dinner,” he said simply.

“Devin—”

He held up a finger, stopping you before you could argue. “And next time, I will tackle you if you try to split it.”

You deadpanned. “You wouldn’t.”

His smirk was all teeth. “Try me.”

You let out a dramatic sigh, throwing your hands up in defeat. “Fine. You win.”

Devin just shook his head, amused. “Oh, baby.” He leaned in, brushing his lips against yours, his voice nothing but a murmur.

“I won the second I met you.”

[hazbinhotei]

giving in.

read part one here — the alternate, bad ending.

warnings/tags: angst, you bitchslap alastor, alastor is bad at feelings, happy ending

word count: 2729

summary: Fed up with Alastor's relentless push-and-pull, you finally confront him, forcing him to face the emotions he's been desperately trying to deny.

alastor x gn!reader. ugh, sorry for the delay! the last 12 or so hours have not been kind to me so i'm so glad i'm finally able to publish the happy ending to this little mini fic. i normally don't like making reader too headstrong because i know that's not realistic for most sinners dealing with the radio demon, but i just had to give them a moment to humble alastor. feel free to imagine any details you'd like for reader's powers—i made it vague enough for you to self-insert whatever you'd like!

A lapse in judgment, nothing more.

You stewed over the note for another hour, the words burned into your mind as the morning passed by in a blur. You tried to go about your day, pushing through your usual routine, but no matter what you did, the paper in your pocket felt like a lead weight. You don't even know why you brought it along with you—perhaps you believed you'd get the chance to discuss it with the very Sinner who wrote it. But as you continued about your day, it gnawed at you, every cruelly scribbled letter carving itself deeper into your mind—an echo of rejection you weren’t sure you could bear.

What made it worse (what made it infuriating!) was Alastor himself.

He was avoiding you.

Not in the way one might normally avoid an awkward situation, but actively, strategically. The moment you entered a room, he was suddenly finding a reason to leave. If you turned your head too quickly, you’d catch him watching you, only for his eyes to dart away as if he hadn’t been staring a second ago. He kept himself busy, chatting up the others in the hotel, putting on his usual performance like nothing was wrong—except you weren’t buying it.

It reminded you of before, back when he first started avoiding you. Back then, you had spent days wondering what you had done to offend him, whether you had somehow crossed some invisible line you weren’t aware of. You always took pride in being one of the few people Alastor seemed to actually enjoy, even apologizing when he snapped at you for making his coffee incorrectly.

(Which you knew was a complete lie even if he didn't admit the truth to you—how hard could it be to fuck up black coffee?)

But now? After everything? After last night? You knew why he was avoiding you—and the realization that it was over something so petty as his own feelings made your irritation skyrocket.

If he wanted to pretend last night never happened, shouldn’t he be the one acting like nothing happened? Not skulking away like some cowardly housecat every time you stepped too close? The hypocrisy of it made your eye twitch, frustration bubbling inside you with every new encounter.

By the time the sun had dipped lower in the sky, you were seething. Enough was enough.

You finally caught him when he was alone, tucked away in the hotel lounge, nose buried in a book like he hadn’t been fleeing like a guilty man all day. Your hands clenched at your sides as you marched straight up to him, your footsteps loud and purposeful.

"You!"

Alastor barely had time to look up before you slammed the crumpled note down on the table in front of him. The force of it caused his book to jolt slightly, the crisp slap of paper against wood ringing through the quiet room. You took solace in the way his ears shot straight up, reminiscent of a scared animal that had just been shot.

His gaze flickered from the note to your furious face, his usual grin faltering for a fraction of a second. "Ah, dearest! What a delightful surprise! Whatever seems to be the matter?"

Your brows lowered at his nonchalant tone, your claws pressing harshly into your palms as you made a fist. "Explain."

Alastor blinked, the faux innocence he wore doing nothing to quell your anger. "Explain what, my dear?" he asked, voice light and airy, as if you weren’t seconds away from tearing into him.

You exhaled sharply, yanking the note back off the table and shaking it in front of his face. "This! You left this in my room after everything that happened last night, and now you’re back to acting like I’m some spectre haunting the halls! What the Hell is your problem, Alastor?!"

A record scratch played in the air around you, his eyes owlishly blinking at you. He straightened slightly, his grin frozen in place, as if trying to determine whether this was some elaborate trick being played on him. "Why, I haven’t the faintest idea what you mean," he said, the sound smooth but ever so slightly strained.

You scoffed, the sheer audacity of his act making your blood boil. "Oh, don’t you dare play dumb with me! Was none of it real? Did you mean nothing you said?" You sucked in a breath, willing yourself to steady, but your voice still shook as you continued. "Tell me to my face—right now—if this was one of your stupid, cruel ways to find joy in someone else's suffering. Say it meant nothing and I promise to forget about this entire thing."

Alastor’s eyes narrowed, searching your snarling face for a fraction before opening his mouth. But unlike his usual quick quips, he merely let it hang open for a moment, hesitating.

And that was all you needed to see.

Rage flared hot inside you, bubbling over uncontrollably as you waved your arms in the air dramatically. "See? See?! You can’t say it! Because it wasn’t a lie, was it?! You’re lying now, trying to act like it never happened, like it didn’t mean anything, but it did! And you know it did. So why, Alastor? Why are you running from this?!"

Alastor clenched his jaw, his smile taut. His fingers drummed lightly against the table, a fleeting movement before he crossed his arms, expression shifting into something more calculated. He tilted his head, his brows furrowing as he finally looked at you again. "Really, you should be grateful for such a selfless gesture."

Your breath hitched. "What?!"

He only flashed his yellow fangs at you, getting up to stand as he squinted at you like you were a total nuisance. "Are you saying this little temper of yours is because I had one lonely night where I merely seeked out your comfort? Honestly, I don’t even remember what I said due to my exhaustion. Surely, I know you’re better than this—causing such a fuss over something so trivial, cher.”

Your eye twitched. The boiling irritation in your chest finally burst, having enough of his stubbornness. You felt your powers bursting at the seams, your fury manifesting physically into your Sinner form. Before you could even think about the consequences of slapping one of the most feared Overlords in Hell, you raised your hand, swiftly swiping it across his left cheek. Alastor’s head snapped to the side, the loud crack of your palm ringing in the air. He stayed frozen for a moment, blinking—processing—before his expression twisted by your act of defiance.

A burst of radio static crackled through the room, piercing and deafening, as shadows exploded outward from where Alastor stood. His eyes flickered—the glowing red of his sclera now replaced by pools of black, his pupils now radio dials. His antlers twisted and grew, stretching toward the ceiling as he glared at you, his sharp-toothed grin baring frustration rather than amusement.

"May I remind you who you're dealing with, dearest." His voice echoed unnaturally, layered, crackling with barely restrained emotion. "I've erased Sinners from existence for far less than this."

You merely matched his wrath, glaring at him as his body slowly grew in size. Perhaps you had fully lost your sanity at this point, but something deep within you knew Alastor wouldn't just leave you shredded on the plush red carpet, body dismantled in the middle of the lounge. No, instead you pushed on, knowing—hoping—that deep down, Alastor truly meant every word he said to you last night. That maybe you were more important than he led on.

"Do it, then. If I care so little to you, kill me right now, Alastor." You snarled, pointing a brazen finger into his large chest as you peered up at him. "But I know that deep down, even if it'll take me years to heal from your damage, you'll be tormented for the rest of your life by the thought of me." 

Your words were an absolute bluff—a shot in the dark that you secretly prayed wouldn’t make your screams the newest addition to his broadcast. But by the way Alastor’s smile faltered, you were told everything you needed to know. 

Green stitches pulled at the edges of his mouth, a sinister, matching glow beginning to seep from his body. "I won't play this little mind game of yours."

You lifted your chin boldly as you gave him a challenging look. "Yet you're the one who started this in the first place."

Alastor let out a sharp laugh, his head tilting down with amusement, but it lacked its usual careless charm. "Ha! If you think you'll make me, the Radio Demon, admit to feeling any sort of weak emotion such as love and want, then you are sorely mistaken."

"Loving and wanting do not make someone weak, Alastor." Your voice was firm, unwavering. You observed him closely, looking for a crack in his guise, any sign that your words were getting through. 

His expression hardened, though the forced sharpness in his tone betrayed his dismissive front. "Now, why would I ever foolishly allow myself to pine for a demon who doesn't return the sentiment?"

You inhaled sharply, steadying yourself, willing your voice to stay firm. You shook your head, a bitter scoff escaping your lips before you finally spoke. “And what makes you think I don’t?”

Silence.

Alastor froze, his overgrown form stilling at your words. The eerie light around him flickered, dimming as his ears twitched, his mind struggling to process something so simple, yet so impossibly profound. "Pardon?" he asked, voice uncharacteristically quiet, almost breathless, like he truly couldn't believe what he'd just heard.

You glared up at his dumbfounded appearance, waiting—almost daring him—to challenge you further. You studied him, searching for any sign that he might still go through with his threats, that he might lash out just to prove a point. But as the tension in his frame wavered, as his shoulders slowly relaxed, you knew. You had cracked something deep inside him, shattered the beliefs he had clung to so stubbornly, proving them false in a way he never expected.

You pursed your lips, dragging in a deep breath before letting it out in a long, frustrated groan. Your arms crossed tightly over your chest, shoulders slumping under the sheer weight of your exasperation. With a heavy hand, you pinched the bridge of your nose, as if physically holding yourself back from snapping outright. "You're so fucking annoying," you swore under your breath, eyelids fluttering down as you tried to calm yourself.

You heard Alastor shift in front of you, your eyes opening back up to see him shrinking back to his usual frame. His pupils were now back to their usual glowing red, wide and bright, like a deer in headlights, his smile laced with confusion. "Wha—"

"Nope. You're going to listen to me now." You cut him off, lifting the hand you were massaging your nose bridge with to shut him up. "You're the most infuriating man in all of Hell. Do you even hear yourself? Do you realize how ridiculous all this is? All of this running, all of this hiding—over what?"

You swallowed hard, your throat tightening as nerves suddenly coiled in your stomach. You forced yourself to take a grounding breath, shutting down the instinct to backtrack from the truth you were about to reveal. Confessing your feelings for him—no matter how pissed off you were over this entire thing—felt like stepping off a ledge with no idea what was waiting at the bottom. But you couldn't turn back now, you cared far too much about yourself (and, ultimately, Alastor) to let this game of cat and mouse continue on any further. "I’ve always... liked you, you idiot. I just thought you didn’t like me like that. You didn’t exactly strike me as the type who... well, did love."

The static softened, his shoulders loosening ever so slightly as he stared at you, as if hearing you for the first time. The residual shadows curling around the room wavered before beginning to settle, but his breath still came in uneven huffs, his chest rising and falling in sharp, measured movements. His brows were still furrowed—but he remained frozen, trapped in the weight of a truth he never thought he’d hear. His lips parted slightly, but no words came.

Letting out a slow sigh, you stepped forward, bridging the gap between you both. His breath hitched, as if he was terrified of what you'd do, but he didn’t retreat, didn’t resist. Your gaze, though softer, didn't change from the incredulous look from earlier, but you still reached out, your fingers hesitantly cupping his cheek. His skin twitched beneath your touch, as if startled, but then—instinctively, reflexively—he leaned into it, his eyes studying yours as if he couldn't believe what was happening.

"I’m here, Alastor," you murmured, your voice lowered but steady. "I want this. I want you. If you’ll let me."

He placed a warm hand on your wrist, tightening around it ever so slightly, as if testing to see if you were real. "You mean it?"

"Don't piss me off again." You deadpanned, but as Alastor's expression didn't change, you sighed, answering his question seriously. "But yes, I mean it."

A long, silent pause settled between you two as Alastor didn't reply, simply scanning your face for what felt like eternity. You hummed lowly, taking the moment to note the small details in his face—the sharp slope of his nose, the dark circles under his eyes, even the faint X that hid beneath his hair. Alastor seemed to be doing the same, watching your face as if he was engraving every single detail to memory, worried he wouldn't be able to hold you this close again.

After a moment, his closed mouth widened, lips thinning as he took in a slow, shaky breath. "This... this will be difficult," he admitted, his voice quieter than you’d ever heard it. "I've never done"—He cleared his throat, slightly nervous—"this before. I can't promise I’ll do it right."

You slowly smiled, soft and reassuring, shaking your head as all traces of impatience and anger were dispelled by the vulnerability in his words. "You don’t have to get it right, Alastor. You just have to try."

He dipped his chin in a bit, hesitation flickering across his features. He was nervous. You found the idea laughable; he, the great Alastor, was nervous. But after a long beat, he meekly nodded, your eyes shining at his silent acceptance.

"I admit that this"—You motioned to the space between the two of you—"might have a huge learning curve for the both of us, but I promise that I am entirely yours." You ignored the slight blush on your cheeks from your brazen words, lifting your pinky finger to him. “As long as you are wholeheartedly and shamelessly mine."

Alastor glanced down at your extended pinky, chuckling lowly at your gesture. He interlocked his pinky with yours, looking at you with an emotion you had first and only seen last night, in the shadows of your room—adoration. He nodded, leaning his forehead down to meet yours with unexpected tenderness. "You, my dear, continue to astound me in ways I never thought possible."

You couldn't help the grin that broke through your face, poking his cheek playfully. "I hope you know I haven’t forgiven you for deserting me in the middle of the night... yet."

Alastor beamed at your words, pulling away to laugh, the sound rich and full. Then, without warning, he lifted you, spinning you around effortlessly. You gasped, surprised at the sudden feeling of being airborne, clasping onto his shoulders tightly. He placed you down, and as you recovered from the dizzy motion, he pulled your frame into a warm embrace. "That's fine with me, mon amour. I now have eternity to make up for it."

You huffed, still flustered from being twirled, "Maybe I should have just listened to your stupid note."

His smile softened as he looked at you, his movements more tentative and apologetic in the way he leaned down to meet your height. He hesitated for only a second before rubbing his nose lightly against yours, his voice uncharacteristically gentle.

“I am infinitely grateful you did not.”

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[reareaotakubackup]

Diamond in the Dust

Summary: You met the rookie cop, Leon Kennedy, after he pulled you over for speeding and you were lucky enough to get off with just a warning. Imagine your surprise when something strange happens to the people in Raccoon City, and you are led to Leon again. Tw/Content Info: Zombies-like creatures, Blood mentioned, Gore mentioned, Series, Yandere Leon Kennedy Pt II: N/a

You hadn't even been going that fast- That's what you kept telling the officer anyway. The man, Kennedy as his badge said, looked at you in disbelief. If he hadn't pulled you over, you'd probably think he was kind of cute. He had caught you going at least 20 miles above the speeding limit, so there was no way he was buying your story.

You groaned to yourself as he took your license and registration to his car. You hated when officers did this, they would always take forever while you had things to do. Nobody speeding has time to wait for a stupid ticket.

It took fifteen minutes before Kennedy came back to your car. He handed you your things and you quickly stuffed them back into your dashboard.

"I've decided to let you off with a warning, just try to go the speed limit, okay?"

"Sure thing, Officer."

He rolls his eyes but goes to his car. You were just glad you would never have to see the officer again.

---

It seemed that after that encounter your week just went downhill. You didn't know if it was something in the water or what, but people seemed to become even bigger dicks than they ever had been.

You tapped away at your computer, annoyed at all the papers next to you. You looked over to one of the empty meeting rooms. One of the Director's had been a no show. It was a little strange, because they were such a stickler for the rules.

Your boss came out of one of the meeting rooms, surprising you as you hadn't seen him enter. He looked sickly pale and his eyes sucken in. You thought your eyebags were bad. He looks over at you and his eyes were almost filmed over. How strange.

You decided not to question him or ask if he was okay, because your gut told you to just keep doing your job.

---

On your way home, a homeless man approached you, his eyes wide and blown.

"The end is near. The end is near!" He grabs your biceps and shakes you, as he repeats it a few more times before letting you go and walking off. You watched him, confused and lost on what had just happened.

You just shook it off and headed into your home.

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If your week couldn't get worse, you were pulled over again. Imagine your surprise when seeing the man from before, Kennedy, step out of the car. He groans when seeing you in the driver seat.

"Really."

"Oh please, you have it out for me- For no reason."

"Seriously?"

"You must be new to this," You gesture to his uniform. "No body cares about a speeder."

"Are you kidding? You're going 35 over."

"Can you prove that?"

He gives you a deadpan look, "Are you drunk?"

"Excuse me?"

"Please step out of the car."

"Make me." You snap and he looks at you, clearly annoyed.

"Please." He states again, taking times between his words. "Step out of the car. I want you to walk in a line with your finger on your nose and eyes closed."

"You better grab me from this car if you think I'm going to do that."

"Okay. I'll arrest you."

"For what?"

"Suspicion of being under the influence while driving."

"How about you kiss my ass." You slam the door open, the edges hitting him. You were angry when you did it, but when he looked up at you angry, you knew you fucked up.

"Do you know it's a felony to assault a police officer."

"I... uh wasn't... um entirely aware that was assault."

"Yeah, with a deadly weapon."

"Oh, please that's an exaggeration."

He gives you a look of bewilderment, finally gathering himself together, before he tells you to get out of the car.

"No please?"

His brows scrunch and you sigh, finally stepping out of the car. He arrests you, before putting you in the back of the police car. The window was slightly rolled down and as he was writing the ticket and other stuff for your detainment, you saw some strange people coming around a hill off the highway.

"Uh, Kennedy?"

"I'm busy."

"Yeah, uh but I think what I have to say is more important."

"I doubt it."

He groans, looking at you before asking what it is you needed. You gesture to the group of people behind him and you can see him freeze. He quickly gets in the car and slams the door, before locking the doors and rolling up your window, thank god.

"W-wwhat are those things?" You grip the partition and Kennedy doesn't respond. He doesn't know how. You scream as the creatures head to your car. "My CAR!" You bang on his car and Kennedy finally snaps out of it.

"Stop it! Shaking the car will gather their attention."

"What about my car?!"

"Are you serious!?" He yells back at you as he tries to start the car, as you watch the zombies attack your car.

"Yeah! My stuff is in that car." You bang on the partition and he turns around, glaring at you.

Suddenly, before he can respond to your tantrum, a siren starts going off.

"Raccoon City is on lockdown. All unaffected residents report to Raccoon City Police Station."

"Oh god, what are we going to do at the Police station, that sounds like a death trap." You groan, before screaming when one of the zombies that had attacked your car bangs on the door. "Oh god, Drive Kennedy! DRIVE!"

"I'm trying!"

Finally, he starts the car and the creatures are practically thrown off the car. He swerves the car, causing you to hold tightly on the metal cage.

"God, did you just get your drivers License."

"Oh, I'd like to see you do better," he snaps, rushing through the wrecks and scary creatures.

He stops the car on the street where the police station was. It was bad. The creatures were everywhere along with destroyed cars.

"Are you going to make me walk through this with cuffs on?"

He looks back at you, confused, before he looks at your wrist. "No, I guess I can't do that. But you have to stay close. When this is over," he gestures over all. "You're still getting processed."

"You know, people would call that trying to regain a sense of agency. My arrest is nothing compared to this."

"I'm serious. I can't just let you go."

"Of course. Of course!" You hold your hands up, while shaking your head. You were sure it was a bluff to keep you near, but you wouldn't have wanted to be alone in what seemed to be an apocalypse.

[thinkingotherwise]

Hello, a request, Bofurin's group (those from 1, ume baby and Mr. Shark), Sakura's older sister, reader, how do these cute boys fall in love at first sight with their friend's older sister (the reader is ume's age )

I merged those two requests together ;)

And in some of them, the 'brother-in-law' is exchanged for 'future brother'.

Bofurin's first years, Hiiragi and Ume x Haruka Sakura's older sister! reader - love at first sight & future brother-in-law

I love this panel so much <3

Taiga Tsugeura

- he saw you for the first time during a sparing session that first years had - you caught his gaze the moment you stepped on the school grounds and because of that he took a punch to his face - his gaze followed you as you moved between the other pairs that were training - his hopeful smile fell as he saw you stopping near Haruka, the two of you were talking as you smacked his chest playfully and laughed - immediately he thought you and Haruka were together, somehow he could see it, especially if you got along so well with the grumpy captain of their class - seeing Taiga's longing gaze stuck on you the whole time instead of fighting, Suo switched their partners and came closer - Suo smirked after asking Taiga if he knew who you were and the starstruck boy shook his head - Taiga's head then quickly turned to Suo asking if you were Sakura's girlfriend - when Suo snorted, hiding the smile behind his hand, Nirei stepped beside them curious about what they were doing - when Nirei finally explained that you were Haruka's older sister, Taiga felt a smile bloom on his face - in seconds he became cheerful and quickly jogged to introduce himself, forgetting about his two friends - making you laugh with his introduction Taiga felt like he achieved something great - your talk together was cut short as you had to get going - as you were leaving, Taiga still followed you with his gaze, sighing to himself when you disappeared from his sight - "I think I'm in love." Taiga muttered, his voice soft before a confident smile grew on his face. - "Huh?" Haruka turned to him in disbelief. - "(y/n) and I are gonna be together." He decided to look at your younger brother making him open his mouth in shock. - "I'm gonna be your brother after we finish school." He continued placing his hand on Haruka's shoulder and nodding his head in confirmation of his words. - "You what-" Your brother asked before he cut himself off smacking Taiga's hand away. - for the rest of the sparring session Haruka was running after Taiga trying to fight him after what he said and yelling about his disapproval, while Taiga countered each one with words of confirmation

Mitsuki Kiryuu

- he saw you buying game merch, from a series he was also interested in, making him interested in you as well - even more so when you got the same blindbox as he and when you didn't get the character you wanted, your face fell - he took that as a perfect opportunity and stopped by you saying he also got a blindbox and a character he didn't really want proposing an exchange - you easily agreed seeing he offered you one of your favourite characters you actually wanted to pull - seeing you smile so widely and thanking him only assured him that he was falling, he really was - after that, you talked while walking through the street and he was ready to ask you out only to be stopped by Haruka - his smile fell as he watched you and Haruka talking so animatedly, you looked really close and he started getting jealous - Kiryu wondered if he had to steal you away from Haruka, he actually almost started planning but then Haruka's voice calling you big sister touched his ears - he was so happy to hear that he quickly asked for your number cutting into the conversation you had with your brother - he was really glad to get to know you're not together and just siblings - after a short conversation, you told Haruka you would go to the supermarket before going back home and waved to Kiryu - the two boys stood beside each other watching you go - "What was that? Are you trying to flirt with my sister?" Haruka asked his voice loud but not enough to let you hear. - "You're such an idiot she's older than you." The first-year captain added. - "Hey be nice to me, I might be your new brother. Besides she's not that much older." Kiryu said and sent him a wink before running up to you and asking if he could walk by your side because he also wanted to go shopping for some snacks. - Haruka was flabbergasted but quickly yelled after Kiryuu and ran up to the two of you to watch over him, making sure he wasn't making any moves on you.

Akihiko Nirei

- Haruka didn't really introduce you to his friend, just mentioned your first name before they went away - Nirei looked back at you trying to catch one more glimpse - he almost walked into the sign in front of a stall if it wasn't for your brother who pulled him to the side - next time he saw you he felt a little shy while speaking with you and envied Haruka seeing how different and confident he was next to such a pretty person - it was surprising that while keeping his notes and knowing almost everything about a lot of people he knew, he was clueless about you being Haruka's older sister - a little sad and jealous at first thinking Haruka had an older girlfriend, more so that it was you - but when he finally did get to know that you were actually siblings he felt relieved and started admiring you a little more openly - "Do you think y/n likes younger guys?" Nirei asked trying to be subtle but the question instantly caught Haruka's attention. - "Why do you want to know?" - "No, nothing, nevermind." Nirei tried to deny and change the subject but then Haruka was reminded of something. - "Wait... Is that why I caught you writing my name in your book last time? You were writing her name!" Your brother said accusingly pointing a finger at his friend. - "Umm maybe.." Nirei hummed to himself nervously, his fingers fidgeting with his little notebook. - "I mean she is really nice, and pretty, and I would like for someone like her to give me some attention." He added in a mutter. - "Stop right there." Haruka put his hand up before taking a deep breath in. trying to keep calm. "I don't want to be your brother-in-law in the future." - "Huh, that would mean me and her-" Nirei blushed furiously just at the thought. He felt dizzy and flustered enough that he didn't hear his friend talking. - "I mean, it's better it's you rather than Suo or Sugishita, but still I think I need a minute to process this."

Toma Hiiragi

- he was walking with Haruka during their patrol and then you came by and greeted both of the Bofurin students - he was quickly enchanted by you, how nice your voice sounded, and how appreciative you were of them keeping the town safe - Hiiragi was known to take care of a lot of his friends and students but it was a first for him to be so protective of you, in such a short time - he put you over himself without a second thought even when he thought you were Haruka's girlfriend - one day you were walking back from school all alone, and he quickly joined to accompany you back home - you spent the whole walk talking and Hiiragi listened to your every word carefully but a specific sentence made his thoughts stop - "I'm actually grateful that you and Umemiya take such good care of my little brother." You said and he had turned to you with a questioning look. - he wasn't aware you had a brother in Bofurin, he was quite sure he would know of that - "Younger brother?" He questioned his gaze confused. - "Huh? Haruka, who else?" - that explained so much and so little at the same time, he wasn't sure - what he actually knew was that he was overjoyed, a soft chuckle escaped him - after asking you out, he would use the card of you being together as a last resort to keep Haruka in check - "Stop it, already. You'll do well to listen to your future brother." - such words never failed to make your brother agitated, yet he could do nothing but glare at the older boy whenever he said them

Hayato Suo

- you were the first person to make his stoic facade break - just a glimpse of you made his heart beat rapidly in his chest, a sight for sore eyes for real - you didn't really want to introduce yourself with your full name knowing that he was from Bofurin and your younger brother didn't want you to take part in any of their fights - so for the few meetings you found yourself in with Suo, mostly by coincidence he wasn't aware you were siblings - he quickly found your every hobby, and even opinion interesting and wanted to get to know you more and more - time came when Haruka couldn't keep you a secret so he asked you to meet with him and his friends - seeing as you were walking with Haruka towards the rest of their group of friends, Suo got jealous - he was silently judging how someone as perfect as you could be with someone like Sakura - a small smirk appeared on his face when the first-year captain introduced you as his older sister - now nothing stood between him, his adoration, and making you fall in love with him - teasing Haruka about him and you getting together became his favourite past time - "I'll be your future brother-in-law." Was one of his most frequent comments and it always managed to make Haruka's blood boil. - "The heck you will, ain't no way I'm letting that happen." - when you would actually end up with Suo - "You should've picked someone else, even Nirei would be a better pick." Your brother commented straightforwardly, making sure his friend standing right beside you heard him clearly. - when you glared at him unimpressed he added reluctantly - "At least he can protect you."

Kyotaro Sugishita

- seeing you just for a few minutes was enough to make his emotions go haywire - he was confused as to why he couldn't get you out of his head and only when his older friends from school, meaning Umemiya and Tsubakino, explained to him did he understand that he was enchanted by you - and how lucky he seemed when he could see you frequently near the Bofurin school - he would take great care of you even before he got to know you were Haruka's sister - making sure you were safe during your walks around the city - but seeing you so frequently he was meant to see how close you were with his rival - whenever Haruka and you were together he felt something clench in his heart, he hated seeing the two of you so close - Sugishita really was jealous that the first-year captain seemed to steal the time you should be spending with him, he really didn't want to believe you were dating - when you teased Haruka by calling him lil bro, Sugishita froze, his brain processing your words - and then he snorted receiving a glare from Haruka - his disgust at getting to know you were related to Haruka was very visible - he'd surprisingly be very direct in making his rival realize he was head over heels for you - "I'll even become your brother-in-law if it means I can meet up with her." - the words made Haruka's face red with irritation - "Oh, no, no, no. Over my dead body." Your brother replied sternly getting ready to fight Suishita. - "It'd be my pleasure, but I think (Y/n) would be sad." - your brother was shocked by the consideration of his statement, his irritation dimming a little but the fire still roared inside him and he would have a usual fight with Sugishita to make sure the boy was worthy of you

Hajime Umemiya

- he saw you walking with Hakura through the streets, all while he was shopping for Kotoha - he froze while talking with one of the sellers as his eyes got bigger and his shoulders dropped - his heart skipped a beat and he knew, you were perfect and he fell for you - he didn't know you at all but he had a feeling you two were just meant together - seeing you so close to the first-year captain brought a wave of jealousy - and so the next day Haruka found himself called by Umemiya to the rooftop - the younger boy thought it was something serious, especially when he saw the focused eyes of the Bofurin leader - so imagine when Umemiya suddenly asked about you and if Haruka was serious about you - conflicted about the sudden question and even more so when it was about his older sister Haruka stumbled over his words saying that he was serious - "how could I not be serious when she is my sister?" the first year thought to himself - Umemiya felt his heart break at the reply, his hopeful and focused eyes losing their shine - he only asked that because he really wanted to know if he had a chance of winning you over - but no matter how much he adored you he couldn't break you and his younger friend apart, what kind of leader would he be if he did that - realizing the sudden change in air between them Haruka questioned the older boy asking why he wanted to know about his older sister - as if struck by a love arrow, Umemiya's face brightened, his pupils almost turning into hearts as he realized the miscommunication - "I see, that's good." Umemiya commented not really answering the question before he added. - "Come on Sakura, we're going to eat." - "What? Why? Weren't we talking about y/n? Why even-" Haruka shot up his hands moving chaotically as he didn't know what to think anymore. - "We can talk about (Y/n) while eating." - "Heeeeeh?" - "Well, I want to know more about her and you're going because I need to take care of my future brother-in-law." Umemiya let out joyfully smacking his hand against Haruka's back. - "Your what!?" The younger student yelled loudly. - "Yeah, when (Y/n) and I are gonna marry one day you'll be my little bro." The Bofurin's leader said proudly as he could already imagine the whole life between you and him together. - 'sakura.exe has stopped working' while Umemiya cheerfully pushed him towards one of the restaurants near school

[mamiobesssionfics]

Blues

Rhea Ripley x Fem! Reader

Warnings: mention of smut, pregnancy

Summary: For the longest time you wanted a baby of your own. But when it finally happens, a new issue arises.

You got a baby fever when a friend of yours gave birth to her beautiful daughter.

Ever since then, all you could think of was a child of your own.

And it wasn't just you.

Rhea was just as much caught in the fever as you.

It's all she could think about. But it was most evident during sex.

When all she could mention was how she wanted to knock you up.

And so, the two of you looked into options.

Adoption was a great idea, you really liked the idea, you two almost got a baby when the mother decided not to give her daughter up.

You didn't blame her.

It wasn't meant to be, you respected that.

The second option you decided to try is for either of you to get pregnant.

Rhea almost immediately refused the idea of pregnancy.

And again, you didn't blame her either.

So, it was you who became the chosen one.

Choosing a donor and finally getting pregnant.

It was a journey on it's own.

But now, six months into your pregnancy, you started to notice something strange about Rhea.

She started to avoid you about a week ago.

It was so sudden as well.

From one moment to another she became distant.

But you were too pregnant to beat around the bush.

"Can we talk? Would you tell me what is going on in your mind, please?" you asked her one late afternoon.

She just got home from work and she sat down to watch some TV with you.

However, instead of her usual spot, right next to you, she decided to take the furthest seat.

"I just... I'm going to be honest because you deserve it. I don't feel any connection to the baby. I thought I would and tried my hardest to feel anything but I just... don't. I love you so much. But I don't know how to love the baby. And that scares me."

You could see it was as if a huge weight fell off her shoulders. She finally said the very thing she has been keeping to herself who knows how long. You were also glad to have her finally open up to you.

"I can tell you that I love you so much, Rhea. And I wanted to have a baby with you for the longest time. I know we are going to be amazing mothers. I was also afraid this would happen but I know we are going to get through this." you let out a long sigh. "I know you are not connected biologically, but for the last six months, you have been taking care of me and the baby. I heard you spending nights up talking to my belly and narrating all of your fights. You always helped me with my mood swings and sickness, let's not even talk about my cravings. I understand why you would feel that way. But I also don't understand why you would feel that. I believe as soon as you have him in your arms, you are going to feel everything."

"Him?" she asked with a small smile and a sigh. "I love you. I hope you are right."

"I know I am. Call it a mother's intuition." you smiled as she hugged you.

"How do you know how to say the right thing all the time?"

"I'm just that good." you winked. "We came a long way from that bar." you said with a smile as she held you, not letting you go for a second.

"We sure did. Two margaritas and two tequila. And now we are looking at strollers and baby beds, what happened?"

"You wanted to buy a strap-on, it was downhill from there."

"Fair." it was her time to laugh.

"I truly wish I could help you more, to help you feel better."

"I already do. It helped a lot to talk about it. Saying it out loud almost made it disappear."

"Please don’t be afraid to speak out about your feelings. I’m your wife for a reason.”

“Yes, Ma’am. I will, I promise. You just have so much on your plate right now I didn’t want to annoy you.”

“You could never. But if you want, if we decide to have another baby, you can be pregnant that time.”

“Fuck no. I didn’t work on this.” She motioned at her body. “All those years for it to be undone like that.”

You laughed.

"Why did you say him?" she asked looking into your eyes. "You think it's a boy?"

"I would love the baby no matter what their gender is. But could you imagine a little rascal running around with dino pyjamas trying to tackle you?"

"I thought a daughter would be good. As beautiful as you. I could play tea party with her."

"We both know we are going to cry our eyes out when they move out for college."

"Look at us, they are not even here and you are already on college."

"I'm just very happy that we are living the life we always wanted. House, dog and now a kid. And it's okay if you have your doubts, we will talk about them."

"I love you."

"I love you too Rhea." 

As you leaned in for a kiss, she knew, her doubts had no basis. Her feelings for you were strong, why did she ever doubt that she wouldn't be able to love a piece of you?

[ajortga]

cute and absolute

pairing: jenna ortega x actress!fem reader

word count: 1.8k+

summary: it doesn't go unnoticed that you are one of the only people that jenna lets her walls down with.

based off request!

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Where Jenna only accepts r's touch ??? Tyy

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Jenna is squirming in the car, screaming at her friend to drive faster so she can eat. 

“I’ve been on set since 6 fucking AM! It’s been 10 hours and I’m hungry! I skipped breakfast for this damn shit! What the hell do you mean you can’t get a burrito right now? All I want is a damn burrito and you’re telling me that we have to pick up Y/N, our friend, and first buy the book you wanted because it’s closer? CLOSER?” She screams, gripping her knuckles that were already white enough.

Jacob, one of Jenna’s friends laughs hard, a little threatened but not enough to be stopped. “It’ll only take 15 minutes at most! It’s more convenient, the bookstore is along the way and closer to our location, then we can just buy any burrito you want aft-” 

“CLOSER? YOU KNOW WHAT’S CLOSER?” Jenna throws her arms up in dramatic effect, huffing, “Me going insane! My sanity is at 10% right now, and if I don’t get my burrito this instant, I’m going to crash this car and fucking run to the nearest place that has a burrito. DON’T touch me!” She yells, smacking her friend's arm away because she cannot think properly at this moment.

“I’m STARVING, and I’m a woman who needs food to survive in this film ECONOMY! Can’t you drive any faster?-"

Jenna suddenly hears your voice outside from the slightly opened car window. She peeks her eyes out, her hands holding the glass. She suddenly sees you, looking sweet, happy, and perfectly sane as you come out of your driveway. “Hi, Jenna!” You exclaim, completely unaware that she was just ballistic for a burrito 5 seconds ago.

Her frustrated demeanor melts off suddenly, a goofy grin on her face as she sees just how happy you are. She brings her hand up, waving. “Hi!”

She just forgot how hungry she was and the person she just was less than a minute ago. Why was she so upset that she had to wait longer so Jacob could pick you up? She stopped feeling the need to bang her head on the nearest wall. 

“Jacob was telling me that you had a long time on set, something about how I had to save him because you were going crazy, so I got you some snacks.” You pull out a bag filled with goodies from your pantry.

The man that was driving stuttered as Jenna slowly turned to him, “I did not say it like that.”

“Oh yeah?” You ask, grabbing your phone and swiping and squinting. “It says here, “Please save me from this woman, she’s acting like a toddler that just shit her pants. SOS, crying crying emoji..” Um, oh and here. “This girl is so dramatic, complaining about not getting her burrito, she's wailing in the back seat. Please save her.” Don’t lie to me.” You state with a grin as Jenna munches on chips.

He rolls his eyes, grumbling. 

Jenna interrupts, “Okay, Jacob, you traitor.”

“You cannot be talking, slapping my arm away when I try to calm you down but Y/N being some sort of angel and making you all cuddly.”

The fuming brunette slowly turns back to normal as you slither your arm around hers, laying your head on her shoulder. “Glad to know you love me. How was filming without me?”

Jenna sniffs, letting you ruffle her hair, “One of the directors was trying to show us how the scene should play out, the popcorn in the microwave caught on fire.”

You nod, awkwardly as you look around. “Was it your popcorn?” You guess.

She huffs and sinks into you, “Yes, and now I'm starving."

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Aliyah is losing her mind. First, her father was fixing the doorbell, and now it seems to be ringing on its own. Now, her older sister won’t cooperate as she tries to steady Jenna’s legs that are in the air. The brunette shrieks, causing Aliyah to pull away and make her tumble.

Aliyah groans, “This is the thirteenth time already! Let me make this clear, you asked me to help you do this random one handed handstand, but you won’t let me even touch you so I can get you into the right pose? You’re so weird.” 

Jenna shrugs, her head on the floor as she hangs upside down from the couch. “I am letting you touch me!”

“No you aren’t! You start shrieking and then falling face flat when I do! How the hell are we going to make this work if you won’t cooperate?”

The two siblings hear some shuffling as you crawl through the dog door, fitting yourself in. They blink, staring at you as you wiggle yourself through and throw a hand in the air, showing that you brought food. “Burritos!”

“Y/N! What are you doing? Go through the back door you doofus! You could’ve just knocked!”

You finally manage to squirm your way in as you stand up, brushing some leaves off of you and throwing them into the trash. You flip your hair, crawling through doggy doors were one of your talents. You signal her Jenna to hear you out as you put up a finger, “First of all, I was ringing the doorbell like, five thousand times, then I knocked, and no one was answering! I’m not letting the food get cold.” You pause, looking at Jenna who is currently staring at you upside down and hanging from the couch. “What on earth are you doing?”

“Trying to do a one handed handstand.” 

“Oh, wait. Oh! I know how to do that!” Happily, you hand her sister the bag with burritos and tacos, before collapsing to the floor.

There was awkward silence as Jenna and Aliyah stared at each other, “Um..”

Jenna always knew you as the silly girl across the block. Even after 5 years of friendship, she thinks you’ve just gotten sillier.

“That wasn’t it, I haven’t done it in a year. Hold on.” You position yourself, slowly doing a handstand. Jenna can see your shirt slowly rising up and showing your stomach as you keep yourself steady. You lift an arm off and hang it up. “Did I do it?”

Jenna giggles and flops down the couch. “Yeah. I think so.” She crawls behind you and picks up your body that was upside down.

“Hey!”

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“Okay, slow and steady..” You say softly, squinting and holding Jenna’s legs, making sure she was in the right position. “Aliyah, try steadying her while she puts one arm up.”

“No way, nope.” She argues, eating her taco, “She literally kept shrieking when I tried to and starting kicking and squirming.”

“She’s not shrieking right now?”

“Well you’re just different I guess, you’re her best friend, so..”

You raise your eyebrows, a smile tugging on your lips as you tickle Jenna and make her fall on you. “You just love me, don’t you!?” You giggle, hugging her as she squeals and nuzzles against you.

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It was late in the evening as you got changed into pajamas and flopped onto your bed. Nights like this always felt better, where you would switch on a show, read a book, or call friends. You decide to check some emails, looking over some asking for you to star in movies, replying to companies that want you as their ambassador, you click out of the tab. 

A small ding sounds on your phone as you see that Emma had texted you. 

meh meh myers: LMAO look at this article i found about u and jenna: https://hypotheticalsofcelebrities

y/n: okay my own researcher and detective, or should i say pippa fitz amobi? u get me?

y/n: lemme go check it out

meh meh myers: yus ily

y/n: ur the pip to my ravi 🥺

meh meh myers: corny

You laugh at yourself as you open the link, the article named ‘Escalating Relationships, Cute or Absolute?’

You roll your eyes and scroll down.

Fans say that they’ve picked up on the actress’s behavior, scooting away from castmates who’ve gotten too close during interviews and only staying close to one or two close ones. Not that she’s uncomfortable, taken from the way she seems unfazed most times. But, it is noticed that she seems like a bundle of happiness with individuals. A clip right here shows her with a fellow castmate, Y/N L/N, both starred in the famous series, Wednesday. It is caught on how Ortega was silently making sure that her friend was okay during an interview that had turned a little more uncomfortable for the other girl, squeezing her hand and clinging onto her. It seemed to have worked, for how the girl began to relax. What a friendship they have!

The tiny moments of comfort and physical touch occur in other interviews too, as well as cute Instagram comments on each other's posts that come off as playful flirting. Some comments are pasted here.

Jenna Ortega commenting on Y/N’s post of a photoshoot press for Wednesday last year in September:

jennaortega: That’s my girl

Another one on a post of the girl just doing an Instagram photo dump this year in March:

jennaortega: if you squint closely you can see me doing the dishes for my wife in the third photo

jennaortega: i will take your last name if i have to

jennaortega: my woman, i love you

Y/N L/N commenting on a post for Jenna’s Adidas campaign last year in November:

y/n_l/n: i will be the only one applauding the longest for u

y/n_l/n: tis is why i got adidas merch

Fast forward to Christmas with a dump of Jenna’s favorite people (Y/N included) in December last year: 

y/n_l/n: I love you this is why I wanted to bake the turkey

y/n_l/n: merry christmas to my favorite person

Another one to a selfie of Jenna posted this year in April:

y/n_l/n: oh i’m interested, what’s your number?

y/n_l/n: sign my contract to be with me forever? comes with a long time of house wife chores!

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What do you think? Are they just really good friends with the cutest flirting? Or secretly dating? Answer us down in our poll, cute, or absolute?

Final vote with 20K votes

Cute: 24%

Absolute: 76%

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carrots4life: but like, their relationship is both cute and absolute! why aint that a option?

mangofrosties: they are def dating istg i’ve never seen them both this happy unless they are together

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You smile, looking away from your laptop as you kick your feet. You do feel like Jenna had a soft spot for you, she always hugged you first, tried picking you up, falling asleep with each other on set. But she was just your best friend, you would all say to interviewers.

The door slightly creaks as you turn, smiling. “Hey baby, I think you should see this.”

Jenna flops on the bed with you, letting you cuddle her as she kisses you and reads your screen, a goofy grin on her face.

“I guess they caught on that we might be more than friends. I mean, it's not a lie that we are best friends, girlfriends is just a small little detail."

“Cute and absolute.”