#except with my bestie 😘

[disasterbuck]

[2truehearts]

Anyways. Goodbye dash I'm gonna go sleep now bye. Love you all <3

[somedaytakethetime]

Don't you even dare to ask me what this is because I don't know myself. I'm a harlot, I'm plagued, I'm the devil, I don't know. That's the answer. I find information online and I.JUST.CAN'T.LET.IT.GO. SCREAM INTO THE VOID WITH ME OKAY?? P.S. DON'T READ THIS

Notes: the most cursed, demonic, absolutely horribly filthy thing I'll ever sear anyone's eyes with? Possibly? This isn't as daring as I can get, ask my best friend if you don't believe me, but this is the most daring I'll ever be on here Warnings: do I need to? Read every other clue, babes, just.. pure filth... you know where the exit door is if you're a child. Also there's body insecurity in this. From a male perspective. Which gets written about very little, in my opinion, but it's prevalent and well... we're here to change the insecure kings opinions of themselves 😤 Word count: 4 154 words

It's a gradual thing. Something you don't realise at first. It happens slowly and covertly, so you don't really understand that it's happening. But at some point you start to piece it together. He watches himself in the mirror a lot, after showers and when he's getting dressed early in the morning. He avoids looking at himself late at night, especially after heavy and harsh days at work. He avoids looking at his body, unless he's scrutinising himself. Like... after.. Every. Single. Shower. You don't understand that's what he's doing at first, because he's so serious and focused as he looks at himself in the mirror from all angles. You assume he must be checking for bruises, cuts, scrapes, etc. That he must be assessing the damage that a harshly physical job brings. You'd want to take in all the damage too because it's painful to sit on a bruise you didn't know was there until you squashed it.. it's happened to him a lot more than he'll ever admit. But.. you catch him squeezing his stomach once. He did it so fast you barely understood that's what he did. Until it hit you that he just did something you're always doing too, when you look in the mirror, and feel insecure about yourself. He becomes closed off after that. Doesn't touch you as much, doesn't let you touch him much either. His clothes have always been looser, he likes being comfortable, but somehow they become even looser. He avoids anything that flatters him, dresses in baggy, completely dark clothes. Like he's trying to become a walking void. He starts stressing about aging too. Looks in the mirror and prodes at his face, looking for wrinkles and white hairs. None that exist at all. But he seems to think they do.. and then he starts making comments..

Seems obsessed with your age too, the difference between you both. Who's younger, who's older, how many years, months, days, there are between you. What he was up to in x year vs where you were. What he was doing, what he already knew how to do, what little amount of experience and life you might have lived in year y when he was already on an inevitable path to becoming who he is today. Becomes obsessed with time, stresses about the future. Stresses about the past, feels sadly nostalgic, reminisces and wishes he could have been there earlier, wishes to change who he is to match up with you better. Wishes things were different and there was more time. Acts as if the end of the world is looming near and there's only 5 more minutes on earth left to spend together. Looks sad and forlorn. And the most frustrating and infuriating thing is that he doesn't let you in. Shuts you down when you remind him that reality isn't what he's imagining in his head lately. Dismisses you when you challenge his view and explain that things are fine and there's so many more years in a lifetime to be lived, there's time for everything and more. Pushes you away when you try to touch him at times even.. makes you feel cold inside. Confused and scared that things might be falling apart and you can't fix it because he won't let you in. It starts to enrage you. Because he keeps pushing his own perceived notions of everything onto you, assumes the "reality" he's seeing as something that you are seeing when you couldn't see it further from that if you tried. It all comes to blows late one night after a disastrous dinner.

You put on your nicest dress. You wanted to look nice for him, wanted him to see you again because he wasn't looked at you in a while now. You miss him so badly. Miss his touch, miss his kisses, miss.. well.. you miss feeling his body on yours in ways that the bible possibly wouldn't approve of.. it's been what? a month? possibly a month now. He complains he's stressed, that there's too much on his plate, that he's too distracted by work but he forgets that.. usually.. it was most prevalent when he was stressed.. because, in his own words, 'you relaxe me like nothing else, baby'. Cheesy and he's the first to admit it, but there's something deep and almost fragilely emotional behind the jokes. Like every time he teases and says cheesy lines he means them deeply, he's just afraid to show exactly how deeply that is. Even in the longing looks he gives you, which have become more frequent lately, it's as if he's deeply afraid to lose you but only biding his time until you'll inevitably walk away. As if he doesn't believe he's good enough for you.. and he makes it evident all through dinner. Comments on how the waiter keeps checking you out, something which would normally bring out his jealous side and he'd feel the need to assert his dominance to every man in a 10km radius. Not tonight. He comments on how young the waiter is, how he seems to be in great shape, and dares to look at you and say "Maybe you should ditch the old man and go for a young one.. it might suit you better." winks and tries to act like it's playful but.. you've had enough. You push away from the table "That's it. I want to go home. I've lost my appetite." and you just walk out to go wait by his car. He's fuming by the time he gets to you but says nothing. Drives in absolute silence too and you're so hurt and angry you can't find it in yourself to say a word. When you arrive, you rush into the house, leaving him behind to park in the garage, but he's somehow not far behind you by the time you're tossing your shoes aside. "Did you think that was funny? Did you enjoy ruining our dinner?" he has the utter gall to say... and you lose your temper finally.

"Excuse me?? I did what now?" and he marches towards you, presses his body to yours, you almost feel angry when you think this is the closest he's gotten to you in 3 weeks, he looms over you and reminds you exactly of how big his body is, says irritated "You stormed out over a stupid joke and you ruined the nice dinner we'd been having. By now you should know that I joke around a lot, I don't get why you acted this way tonight. You can be such a child sometimes." you're not in your right mind but you're so angry that you push him. Harshly. He stumbles back a little, wasn't expecting that from you, looks at you hurt and offended. But you just scoff and march towards him now "No, I did not. You ruined our fucking dinner by being a Debbie Downer. Same way you've been every single fucking day lately. Mentioned some other man whom I wouldn't even look once at proper, let alone twice, daring to suggest that I should make a switch. How are you this fucking dense?" you're toe to toe, looking into each other's eyes, angry at each other. There's a crackling of electricity in the air around you, you're both on the verge of losing your tempers entirely. "Maybe you need a younger man, he'd probably have more patience to put up with your childish behaviour. I'm old and tired." you've never wanted to slap him before, but he's making it really hard on you not to.. "No, you're fucking not! Have you heard yourself lately?! I'm old this, I'm finished that, I'm such and such. What the hell has gotten into you?? All the jokes about me being too young, all the comments about other guys and their bodies, all the shit about how I should probably leave before I have to start caring for the elderly.. what the fuck?? What is your problem?! If you're sick and tired of me just break up, don't bully me into leaving and try to make it seem like it's my fucking choice!" he suddenly gets serious. He feels there's a threat to his relationship, that the real option that you might leave is right there in front of him, that this is the end.. and he doesn't know how to deal with that. He's hurt just thinking about it. So he shuts down as he always does. "If you want to leave you can go right ahead. You know where the doors are and no one has ever locked you in this house against your will. But don't blame it on me, I haven't told you to do shit." and he just walks away.

You stare at the wall in front of you, the empty space he's left behind, for likely 5 or more minutes. It's eerily quiet in the bedroom, even though he's in there, and you're trying to let your anger settle down. He's hurt, he feels threatened, he feels pushed. He only ever reacts with cold detachment when he feels deeply hurt. You're trying so hard not to be hurt but you can't help the tears running down your cheeks. You love this man so much it hurts, physically, like there's aches in your chest when you think about how deeply you love him, how desperately you desire him, how much you want to spend all your minutes with him forever. It hurts deeply that he doesn't seem to accept that, or believe it, lately. Something has changed and he won't let you in on it. It feels cold to be left out, you thought you shared everything as one. It's painful to think you don't. But you don't want this to be the end. You're not ready to let go, you'll never be. You take a deep breath and turn around, walk to the bedroom and find him curled in on himself. Frozen in place and eerily still. 'Deeply hurt.. makes two of us, mate' you think. Clearly, he's not ready to let go either. You lay down behind him, wrap your arms around him as best as you can and you feel his whole body tense up. "I love you. I don't understand why you don't believe me, but I love you so much. I don't know what else to do to show this to you in a way you'll accept it too." He takes several minutes but eventually turns around. His face is red, he's trying not to cry in front of you but his eyes are filled with tears. He pulls you to him, kisses you softly but so deeply, whispers in that rough and affected voice of his that's so unfairly and wrongly sexy for the moment, "I love you so much that I want to die thinking about you leaving me." "Then why are you pushing me away?" he won't meet your eyes, his voice is soft and whispered, dripping with insecurity now, "Because I don't deserve you."

"No. No no no. No." you shake your head, hold his face and keep kissing him, want to pour all the love you feel into him so he'll believe it too. His hands wrap around your body, pull you so tight to him that you can feel every line of muscle in his body, every tendon moving, every ridge and curve of him, "Don't ever say that again, just don't. Don't say that." he shakes his head "It's true. You're just.. you deserve better. I'm washed up, tired, old and just.." he whispers so so quietly you barely hear it. Fat. It takes you so many seconds to realise he said it. He just called himself fat. The scoff you let out fills the air. You're furious now. Who said it? Who insulted him? Who broke his confidence this way?? Who was it?? You'll have their heads on a platter. How dare anyone insult your man? How dare anyone make him feel like his body isn't the picture of perfection? In another century he would have had artists tripping over themselves to sculpt him out of marble, he would have been Adonis.. David.. the ideal male physique. He would have been considered a god. "How dare you? Who said it??" he just looks at you "Who the fuck said you were fat? I'll kick their ass! Who was the fucker that made you feel insecure??", he leans up and moves from you, sits up on the bed, and looks at the floor, "No one had to say anything. I have eyes, you know? I get dressed around men every single day, I've seen more men naked in the last ten years than most people have in a lifetime.. I can see the differences between us." you scramble up to sit next to him, angry and shocked that he's thinking these things about himself, "How the fu-.. no! Absolutely not! What the hell?? No! You are not less than any other guy. In fact! You're hotter than all of them combined! There is not a single guy out there that can compete with you and win. You're just..." you gesture wildly, can't even pin down exactly what he stands for and how insanely attractive he is, "You're everything! You're all of it! You're smart, you're cultured, you have unbelievably quick reflexes, you have a body that would make Gods jealous, you're so fucking fine.., you also have the stamina of a fighting bull and.." you trail off, get distracted by all the flashes of heated memories flooding your mind, all the times he's had you whining, writhing, moaning, biting and clawing at him.. all the times he's had you in tears from how good he is.. all the times he's left you wobbly legged and sore, faint even hours after he was done, dreaming about it and wanting more.. your voice is clearly affected when you speak again "You're so good, baby, no one can match you. Ever. You're the whole package. You're so sweet and caring too, and loving, and supportive. You make me feel so safe, so loved, so confident.." you feel deeply hurt that he makes you feel beautiful and desirable every time yet he's riddled with insecurity and you can't fix it as easily, you don't have to be subjected to seeing women you know on the covers of 'Hottest Guy Alive' magazines and making it to the tops of 'hottest players' lists.. he has to see that. Polls, online discussions, debates, comments, everything from everywhere. Subjected to scrutiny. Criticism. Comments about their bodies and doubts about their fitness levels depending on their shape. It makes you sick. Makes your blood boil. It happens to women, of course, but men rarely get another man defending them. Especially in this field. You want him to see it, want him to know it. So.. you take the best approach you know how: go for his ego. Turn him on. You get closer to him, say softly, "This is strictly off the record and just between us but...", whisper right in his ear, "You're so fucking hot that I'm always soaked around you..." he straightens up, gives you such a heated look.. you keep whispering, looking him in the eyes, "Especially lately... you haven't touched me in so long.. just the other night... I-.." "You what?" you can feel him radiating heat, radiating need..

"You were sleeping naked.. which you rarely do lately and it's really fucking offensive mind you.. but.. the sheet had moved down because you keep tossing and turning lately.. and you were just there.. totally naked... hard.. and I.. fuck, I wanted it so badly.. I've missed you so much.. that I just touched myself imagining all the times that we've woken each other up to have sex.." he scoots closer to you, his eyes are on fire.. "Did you now?" you nod and bite your lip softly, whisper so so quietly "I was completely drenched.. I've.. really missed you... you have no idea how attractive you are.. and the effect that has on me.." he kisses you so roughly. Pulls you to him tightly, his tongue making it's way to stroke against yours, he pulls back and bites your lip, grins when you whine, kisses you deeper, spit and tongues mixing together as you fall back into a pile on the bed. His hands leave a fire in their wake as he pulls your dress off of you in a hurry, you undress him just as hurriedly, albeit rougher than he was, desperate to get him exactly where you need him. It's a need at this point. The same way you need to breath to survive. You need him to survive too. You go insane without his touch. You've been so irritated and on edge lately... he's been so cranky too... because you're both balls of pent up sexual frustration. "You're not fat, not even a bit. The only thing that's fat about you is your co-" he laughs into the kiss he gives you, a light-hearted laugh, and a giddy feeling spreads through your body. He hasn't been this happy in a long while. You love his laugh, you love everything about him. You cling to him as his body sinks into yours, so deep that sparks burst behind your eyelids. It's been enough time since this happened that it's a stretch.. he's.. not the smallest man around, in fact.. "Fucking hell, you're too much, you know that?" he just laughs, low and rough, mixed with a moan right there in your ear, "You've never complained before.. quite the contrary, baby.." he's right. You love the feeling of him. How big he is, how heavy his body is on top of yours, how warm and sturdy he feels too.. he makes you feel caged, but in the most comforting way possible. He's breathing in your ear as he thrusts slowly, it's been a while for him too, he needs to go slow for the sake of both of you. Needs to let both of your bodies adjust again, sink into this feeling, enjoy how good it feels when you're this close. He's missed you like this, under him and so willing.. he's missed your body as badly as he's missed closeness to you. He's such an idiot for going this long without touching and kissing you..

He sinks even deeper as he drops more of his weight on you, you whine loudly and bite on his shoulder, nails digging into his strong arms. A struggling, disbelieving laugh is exhaled from him, he shivers and moans roughly. He doesn't even want to move, just wants to stay right here, exactly like this, forever. He pauses to enjoy the feeling, the warmth, the slickness, the clenching. How soft your skin is. How pliable and tender you are under him. He feels every bit of him touching every bit of you. Suddenly he becomes hyper aware of that. His naked body is touching yours. His stomach... he's taken the biggest dislike to his stomach now... he doesn't have the tight, washboard abs he sees on most guys. He's meatier, always been. It makes him insecure lately. And he's now hyper aware that that fleshiness is touching your body. He recoils at the thought, his body tenses up and you feel it immediately. He starts to pull away but you lock your legs around his hips, pull him back, say desperately, nearly in tears, "No, no no no. Don't. Please don't, I need it so badly. I've missed you. I want you so much, god, I want you so badly. Don't. No, just don't." he pauses, tries to clench his abs so he can make his softness less evident, so it doesn't touch you that closely, and you know he's doing it. You used to do just that at the start. Tried to make your body look and feel more toned. So that he'd love you and he wouldn't find you unattractive. He made you realise that he thinks you're the hottest thing on two legs no matter how you look. So.. "I love your tummy, stop doing that shit." it startles him, he looks down at you and you're starring right into his eyes. You lock gazes and your voice is dripping with need when you speak "You don't realise how fucking amazing it feels.. you don't get that your body is just.. amazing for sex. I want you to press down on me because it.. I can't explain it but it feels so good. Like you're touching me deeper even without touching me. It feels amazing, it's just.. sex with you feels godly. Relax. I want to feel your body, all of you. Because it feels really fucking good from my end and you're robbing me of a really good orgasm if you hold back.. and that is what I might have to leave you over.." he looks unsure for a long moment. You play with his hair, your other hand runs your nails up and down the middle of his back and you feel him shiver, he moans softly.. his lids slide shut.. and you feel it. He starts to relax, little by little, let's all the restraint go and presses down on you.

You can feel every millimetre of him pressed to you. Locking you down against the mattress, overheating your skin. Making you dizzy, skin on fire as he speeds up, sinks so deep that your eyes can't focus and you have to shut them. There's a pounding in your head, your heart is beating so fast that you can feel the veins pulsating in your temples. Every muscle, every tendon, and every bulging vein in his body is palpable to you. You feel the tensing and the relaxing, the tendons stretching and pulling back, you can feel his blood rushing in his veins, his heart beats in sync with yours pressed tightly to your breast. You're only one body in this moment. You feel the tummy pressing into you, putting pressure on your core, something that feels so good and he tried to pull away from you.. nearly robbed you of one thing that drives you wild. You love the look of him, you love the feel of him even more. It makes you desperate, pant for air, makes you shiver and moan, soft and whiny, into his neck. Makes you rise higher and higher as you tighten more and more around him. He's speaking but you can't focus on what he's saying, so lost in your own need that all his whispered words turn into just the hum of his sexy voice in your ear. You can feel it building up at the base of your spine, can almost touch it right at your fingertips. He moves faster, whispering something that sounds so sexy yet you can't make out exactly what it is, and you just crumble under him. Claw his back, bite his shoulder, muffle your garbled whines and moans and fall apart so hard that you feel you're melting all over. You feel him, right there, right along with you too. It feels heavenly, you've missed him so much. You're giggling and crying afterwards, muffled sounds into his shoulder, tears staining his skin as you shake and cling to him. He pulls back, concerned that you're hurt, you look at him and give him a watery smile. "I love you so much." emotion chokes you and he looks affected too "I love you so deeply, I love you.". Tears are running down your face as giggles burst from you. You pull him down into a kiss, melt into him, sigh so relaxed and just hold him tightly. He rolls sideways and takes you with him, holds you close and plays with your hair, kisses your temple as you trace circles on his chest and rub your face all over him like a cat. "Are you okay?" he asks almost a little concerned and you nod, smile up at him, "I missed you.." you're rewarded with a sweet kiss, a soft smile and a caress to your cheek, "I missed you too. I'm really sorry for being a dickhead. I was a fucking idiot, I'm sorry." you nuzzle him and say "I think I can forgive you..." he raises an eyebrow and gives you that look he always does "If..." you sigh.. smile so sweetly.. devil personified.. "If you keep doing that all night.. you know.. to make up for all the times you haven't lately.." he burst into a light laugh and says, a little cocky, "I think I can manage that.." before he's kissing you breathless. It's going to be a long night, but that's exactly what you had been planning for..

[ham1lton]

good old fashioned lover boy!

pairings: lando norris x actress!reader.

faceclaim: woo da-vi! <3

summary: lando is in love. his girlfriend is the perfect girl in every way possible, except for one thing: she’s a pescatarian, and lando hates fish.

author’s note: i’m back bitches. requests are now open again but i’m going to be a little more selective with what i choose!

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yourusername: no cause why is my uber driver doing the most rn. bro you will get a tip i promise 😭

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user1: wait. why does that dude look familiar…..

bestie: you went out for food without me? 😔

-> yourusername: food didn’t taste half as good without you stealing it from my plate babe <3

user3: NOOOOOOO NOT MY QUEEN SOFTLAUNCHING.

-> user7: bad day for delusional yners.

-> user3: london i know how you feel…. i lost my queen too 😔

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yourusername: life recently. does anyone get obsessed with one song and play it over and over until you get sick of it?

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hudabeauty: gorgeous girl!

-> yourusername: this face is all ms huda’s work 😘

user9: what song are you playing on repeat?

-> yourusername: glue song by beabadoobee!! :D

-> user6: oh no she’s serious abt this man 😭

-> user9: what happened to my misandrist queen 😔

favcoworker: i took the pics on our way to jimmy kimmel. say thank you 🤭

-> yourusername: pic creds to my bestie on the show and my fav girl off it!!! maya and dara 5ever <3

user8: who is that guy?? he seems so familiar???

-> user2: i swear it’s one of the beckham boys.

-> user3: it’s central cee. i swear yn said she liked british guys.

-> user5: i think it’s one of her coworkers !! she plays dara on day by day. i swear she’s dating the guy who plays matt.

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landonorris: golden hour with my golden girl :)

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user8: the way yn was soft launching him and he just hard launches tf out of her 😭

-> user5: i mean… it’s yn yln. wouldn’t you?

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charles_leclerc: happy for you guys!! 😊

oscarpiastri: still can’t believe yn got you to eat fish.

-> carlossainz55: maybe he just needed the right motivation. unlike some people, lando can actually grow up.

-> charles_leclerc: this is public 😊

danielricciardo: when did you become a professional photographer?? these pics look great.

-> landonorris: she did all the work. it helps when your gf is gorgeous.

user78: NOOOOOOOO

user1: OOOOOHHHHH THAT SHOULD BE ME HOLDIN YOUR HAND….. THAT SHOULD BE ME MAKIN YOU LAUGH…. 😔

-> user3: me to yn… 😔

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[bloodibambiidoll]

congrats on 1.6k my angel face ilysm hehe 😘😘

🐇 - “Why don’t you make me?” reader says to steve after being a brat all day…. desperately need stevie to come bully our pussy 🤭

Heheh tysm bb I love uuu🥺🖤 so uhhh.. I know you said mean Steve but soft Steve kind of ended up taking the wheel on this one I hope that’s okay, also it ended up being 2.1k😅

This is for my 1.6k celebration✨

Warnings: A lil bit of jealous Steve, fingering, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex, besties to lovers, fluff fluff fluff. 18+MNDI!!

“That was so fucking lame.” You sigh as you flop down on Steve’s couch, throwing your head back against the cushions. You feel defeated after yet another unfulfilling hook up. At least for you. Whatever his name was seemed to be having a great time.

“I don’t know why you keep going out with these guys, these losers are never going to make you cum.” Steve scoffs, he’s honestly so over you coming over here after your shitty dates. He’s pretty sure this is how Robin probably felt when he was in the height of his serial dating career. Except she isn’t in love with him. Having to listen to you describe what these guys do, or in most cases, don’t do to you when he wants to be the only one that gets to touch you like that drives him insane.

“Why don’t you make me cum then, Steve?” Steve is almost positive he’s dreaming. There’s no way you just said that. As if you read his mind.

“What did you just say?” His head whips toward you, his eyes are wide and his mouth is agape.

“I think you heard me, Steve…” You cross your legs and Steve swears he sees them squeeze together just a little extra and you’re giving him this look you’ve never given him before. “Why don’t you… make me cum?”

“I -“ He rises from his spot on the other side of the couch to stand in front of you, he rests his hands on the back cushion on either side of your head and leans down so his face is mere inches away from yours. You can smell his minty gum and the way he’s looking at you makes your thighs clench together even tighter. “I don’t think you understand what you’re asking me to do…”

“If I’m not mistaken, I just asked you to make me cum. But if you don’t want to or if it’s weird like seriously it’s okay! Like maybe I shouldn’t have even -“ You’re cut off when one of Steve’s hands grabs onto your face as he leans down to smash your lips together. You let out a surprised gasp against his lips before putting your arms around his neck to pull him closer. He slips his tongue in your mouth and tangles it together with yours, not even caring that his body is bent at an awkward angle standing over you because god, he’s finally kissing you. When you try to pull him even closer he pulls away and before you can even protest he’s sitting on the couch next to you and pulling you into his lap so you’re straddling him.

“Are you sure about this? Because once I get a taste of you I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back.” Steve grabs onto your face again, his large fingertips splayed across the back of your neck while the pad of his thumb comes to run across your bottom lip, smearing the mixture of your spit like lipgloss.

“I’m sure Stevie, please.” Your lips form into a pout as you look up at him through your lashes and god Steve is going to fucking ruin you.

“Alright baby, I’ve got you.” He kisses you again, wasting no time slipping his tongue past your lips. One of his hands it’s still gripping onto your face while the other travels down to squeeze your tit. He gives the other one some attention before slipping between your thighs. He cups your lace covered pussy under your skirt, adding pressure against your clit with his palm. Steve starts to move his hand in circles as he continues to kiss you like he will die if he doesn’t, his other hand comes down to grip onto your ass through your skirt, encouraging you to grind against him.

“Mmm, that feels good Steve.” You pull away from him to catch your breath, a string of saliva still connecting both of your lips. The prettiest little moans and gasps are leaving you but it’s not enough, Steve wants more, Steve wants you screaming for him.

“Yeah baby? How about this?” He pushes your panties to the side, gathering your wetness on the tips of his fingers before slipping one into your slit. He curves it upwards as his thumb applies pressure to your clit.

“Oh god. Yeah, yeah that’s so good.” Steve smirks at you while the pace of his finger picks up and then he’s sliding a second one in and his digits are just so thick and he’s hitting your sweet spot with each thrust of them. You’re so wet his thumb is gliding along your clit with ease and he rotates between soft strokes and adding harder pressure against it. “Fuck, Steve, fuck I think I’m gonna - I think I’m gonna cum.

“Mhm, I can feel your fingers clenching around me baby, give it to me.” He lowers his face into the crook of your neck so he can place open mouthed kisses against it and glides his tongue along the expanse of your throat before sinking his teeth into your skin.

“Ohmyfuckinggod! I’m cumming, yeah I’m fucking - I’m cumming.” Your eyes roll back and your pussy is practically sucking Steve’s fingers in as your walls convulse around them.

“Yeah that’s it, good girl, so good for me.” He fucks you through it, not stopping until he feels you go limp on top of him, your head resting on his shoulder as you try to catch your breath.

“Fuck Stevie, thank you, wow.” You let out a breathy chuckle and go to move off of him but he grips onto your hips, holding you in place.

“You didn’t think I was just going to make you cum once, did you?” He chuckles, gently pulling your head back to make you look at him.

“I mean - you really don’t have to -“ Steve puts a finger on your lips as he shushes you.

“Stop overthinking and lay down.” You oblige him, laying your back against the plush couch cushions.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?” He leans down to kiss your neck, down your collar bones, he places kisses at the top of your cleavage before grabbing onto the bottom of your shirt. “Let me see you.”

You sit up so he can pull your shirt over your head and he skillfully snakes his hand behind your back to undo your bra. He wastes no time gripping onto your tits so he can knead them in his large palms. Steve circles his tongue around one of your nipples before sucking it into his mouth.

“Oh fuck.” You moan as your fingers find purchase in his thick locks, just like you’ve dreamed about a thousand times before. Steve kisses down your stomach before looking up at you while his finger plays with the hem of your skirt, asking without words. “Yes, please take it off.”

He pulls your skirt and your panties down your legs and groans at the sight of your slick folds. He grips onto your thighs, kissing and nipping the soft skin there.

“So wet for me, bet none of those douchebags ever had you this wet. Your pussy’s so pretty, baby.” Baby, he’s never called you that before today and you seriously never want him to stop now. “Gonna make you feel so good.”

He leans down and licks a stripe all the way up your slit before circling your clit with his tongue. He sucks it into his mouth as he shakes his head from side to side, moaning at the taste of you.

“Oh my god, Steve! Fuck!” Your fingers find his hair again while you throw your head back.

His tongue slides down between your lips, running the flat of it up and down your dripping slit before shoving it inside you. He curls and swirls his tongue inside you, practically massaging your walls. His lips come up to latch around your clit again, sucking harder than before while he inserts two fingers inside you with ease. He pumps them in and out of you at a quick pace as his lips and tongue practically devour your clit.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum again, gonna cum Steve, oh god.” Your thighs clamp around his head as your back raises off the bed, pornographic moans falling from your lips. When he’s sure you’ve come down from your high Steve pulls his body up so it’s covering yours and kisses you passionately. The taste of yourself on his tongue has you desperate for him all over again.

“That was so hot, you’re so sexy. Been wanting to do that for so long.” Steve mumbles against your lips as he rolls his hips against you.

“Yeah? Me too. Shit Steve, can I make you cum too? Will you fuck me?” Your hips grind up into his, causing him to groan.

“You sure? Because if I fuck you I don’t know if I can just forget it happened afterwards…” Steve blinks rapidly, offering you a borderline nervous smile.

“I don’t want to forget, I want you, Steve, I’ve always wanted you.” You grab onto his face and gently caress his cheeks, admiring how beautiful he is this close. His nose is so perfect, you can see each and every freckle, and those green flecks in his eyes are more prominent than they’ve ever been as the lamp shining behind you practically illuminates him like an angel.

“Fuck, I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that. I love you, you know?” Steve chuckles and you feel his face warm under your palms as you watch his cheeks dust pink.

“I love you too Stevie, so fucking much.” You giggle and all Steve can think about is how fucking beautiful you look completely bare under him, your skin flushed from the pleasure he had given you minutes ago, your hair all tosseld, lips kiss swollen, looking up at him like he hung the stars.

“Yeah? Well, now that we’ve established that, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.” He smirks down at you before pushing himself up on his knees so he can make quick work of his belt, pulling his shirt over his head afterwards. When his cock springs free you actually gasp at the sight of it.

“Holy shit.” Your jaw drops and you look up at him with wide eyes. “I knew you dick was huge from the outline of it in your slutty little jeans but fuck Steve, where the fuck is that gonna fit?.”

“I think you can take it.” He pumps himself a few times before running his tip through your folds, gathering your wetness so he can rub it along his cock. He bumps it against your clit a few times and it has your squirming underneath him.

“Don’t tease, Stevie.” You whine, pouting up at him, and Steve can’t take it anymore, he slams into you, your wetness having him practically sliding in despite the thickness of his cock. He pushes his hips flush against yours and he is so deep inside you and he’s stretching you out so perfectly. “Oh fucking shit, fuck, please move.”

“It’s okay Angel, I’ve got you.” He laces his fingers through yours as he leans down to kiss you, his hips picking up speed as his cock starts to thrust deep and hard inside you. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”

“Faster, please, faster.” He picks up speed, his hips smack against yours so hard the claps echo through the room. He lets go of one of your hands so he can rub circles on your sensitive clit with his thumb.

“Fuck, so good, your pussy is so good, you’re such a good girl for me. Wanna make you cum again.” Steve angles his hips so his cock is brushing against your g-spot just right as he continues to rub your clit in time with the pumps of his cock into your soaking slit.

“Want you to cum too, I want you to fill me up until it’s so deep inside of me it’s leaking out for days.” You push your hips up to meet his thrusts and it only takes a few more rough strokes to have your pussy fluttering around him. “Fuck fuck fuck, yeah, that’s so good, I love you, I love you.”

“Oh god, shit, I love you too. Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Steve groans as his cock twitches inside of you, ropes of his cum painting your walls. When he comes down he drops his body weight on you, burying his face in your neck.

“Damn. I don’t know why we didn’t do that sooner but I’m really fucking glad we did.” You chuckle, running your fingers along his muscular back and shoulders.

“God, me too. I fucking love you.” He pushes himself up on his hands so he can look at you with that signature goofy smile, resting his forehead against your own.

“I really fucking love you too, Steve Harrington.”

[ssprayberrythings]

my best friend | OP81

oscar piastri x ginger!female reader / smau fic

warnings: none except if you get triggered by best friends to lovers than look out..

this is just a self indulgent fic seeing as i am a ginger and i just wanted to live in my delulu for a minute. thats all. thanks 👉👈

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fan1: y/n back at the slaying 

fan22: go oscar !! 

fan15: im new; who is she ?? 

╰ fan1: she’s a friend of oscar’s. there’s been some rumours they might be dating but neither have confirmed nor denied. she goes to some races and has become friends with some of the other drivers and some of the WAG’s so we just accept her as an honorary wag regardless if they’re actually dating. she’s also known for interacting with fans !! 

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oscarpiastri: i told you, you just had to give me some time to learn the angles and lighting 😎

╰ yourusername: yeah, yeah, i know 

landonorris: but is he a better photographer than i am? ;) 

╰ yourusername: you already know the answer to that ;) 

╰ fan12: i love y/n and lando’s friendship 

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caption: she insisted on making goodbye cupcakes @yourusername 

╰ yourusername: they turned out pretty good i’d say 

╰ landonorris: bring me some !!! 

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╰ fan17: she’s the cutest 

╰ fan22: y’all have to be dating 

╰ fan6: i want a cupcake made by y/n 

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╰ oscarpiastri: really? of all photos? AND OSCAR PASTRY? 😑

╰ yourusername: yk you low-key love it 

╰ oscarpiastri: im uninviting you from my races 

╰ yourusername: do it. i’ll just get lando to invite me 😎

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╰ fan3: goals, i think? 

╰ fan28: hes so cute 

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fan11: BESTIE THIS IS ONE 

fan23: so is she soft launching oscar or….

landonorris: 😏

╰ fan2: LANDO WHAT DO YOU KNOW 

oscarpiastri: don’t ask me, i’m not on social media enough to know 

╰ yourusername: thats such a lie. you’re always on your phone 🤨

╰ fan15: if they are dating, i love their bickering and if they’re just friends, i love this dynamic 

yourbestfriend: i wonder who gave you the caption idea 🤔

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╰ fan1: yes she’s on her way to her first race of the season 

╰ fan5: cant wait to see her and oscar !!! *hopefully* 

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fan24: okay but does she miss oscar even if she is travelling to see him? or does she miss her boyfriend who she just left? i need answers 

fan22: that has to be oscar, c’mon…

oscarpiastri: its giving clingy

╰ yourusername: shut up 

lilymhe: goals ‼️

╰ yourusername: girl stop, you and alex give me life 

╰ lilymhe: nope, thats all you and your man 

╰ yourusername: i love you 

╰ lilymhe: love youuuu 

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╰ yourusername: missed you more 😘

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╰ fan81: your friendship >>>

╰ fan4: lily & y/n i love you 

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╰ landonorris: happy you’re here:) now oscar can shut up about how much he misses you

╰ yourusername: ah and he calls me clingy 🙄

╰ oscarpiastri: ❤️

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╰ fan1: “besties” sure y/n 

╰ fan24: they look so precious 

╰ fan7: just post a relationship post pleaseeeee

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mclaren: You did great Oscar! 

f1fan: that was such a great race to start the season!!!

fan23: the best part was that y/n was there cheering him on 

yourusername: i’ll admit i’m pretty proud. good job oscar pastry 😏

╰ oscarpiastri: wow youre being nice..kind of 

╰ yourusername: dont get used to it

╰ fan26: y/n’s love language is bullying you cant convince me otherwise 

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fan13: this is definitely mclarens year, i can tell !! 

landonorris: good job out there mate! 

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fan12: THE FOURTH PIC

fan2: Y/N THIS SOFT LAUNCH IS AN EXTRA LEVEL OF SOFT 

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landonorris: of all moments to post…why that one 

╰ yourusername: cuz its funny 😆

oscarpiastri: i had no idea you even took that photo..

╰ yourusername: im like the paps 📸

fan15: y/n truly is the cutest thats all i have to say

╰ fan1: agreed !! 

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caption: a ginger found a ginger 🐱 @yourusername 

╰ yourusername: the loml 🥹

╰ oscarpiastri: who?? 

╰ yourusername: the cat obviously..who else

╰ oscarpiastri: uhmmmm..🤨

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╰ fan12: i want to hug her 

╰ fan44: are y’all dating..we need to know 

╰ fan21: dating: yes or no? 

╰ fan16: ignore this if youre dating…

Oscar looked through some of his responses of his recent story 

“I think we should tell them” he said looking at you putting his phone away. You were sitting down, wearing one of his jumpers and some sweats

“Are you sure?” you asked giving him your full attention 

“Yeah, they already suspect it and plus our anniversary is coming up its a perfect time to do it” he suggested walking over to where you sat on the couch, plopping down next to you. 

He put his head on your shoulder as you moved slightly to make room for him “That would be cute. I have so many pictures I want to post of you” you told him liking his idea 

“We could also post on our stories and not give any context before actually posting” you thought out loud

“Im fine with that” he agreed, lifting his head off your shoulder and turning to fully face you 

“I love you” he told you leaning in to be met with a kiss, you giggled quickly giving him the kiss he wanted “I love you, even if you do drive me crazy” you whispered 

“Hey! I do not” he pulled away pouting “You do” you chuckled “But I love you for it” you finished.

He couldn’t fight you on that so instead he repositioned himself and curled up to you, you smiled and started brushing your fingers through his hair. Eventually you both fell asleep like that, enjoying the closeness and warmth you offered to each other. 

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no surprise here but happy anniversary bub🧡 thanks for being my partner in crime and giving the best hugs..i love you oscar pastry !

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landonorris: ABOUT TIME 

oscarpiastri: i love you long time.❤️

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fan12: we kneW IT 

fan23: OH MY FINALLY 

lilymhe: lets go on double dates now !! ☺️ 

╰ yourusername: sounds good to me 

fan2: “giving the best hugs” I KNEW OSCAR GAVE GOOD HUGS 

fan7: SOMEONE HELP, IM NOT DOING WELL 

╰ fan26: SAME 

╰ fan11: same same 

╰ mclaren: us too 

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Cant imagine my life without you. Here's to more years to come 🧡

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yourusername: I LOVE LOVE YOU 😘

╰ oscarpiastri: DIDDO😘

╰ yourusername: 🤨

fan13: THIER BICKERING AND BULLYING EACH OTHER JUST GOT BETTER KNOWING THEYRE ACTUALLY DATING 

fan4: MY HEART IS BURSTING 

mclaren: our favourite papaya couple 🧡

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fan25: the mclaren admin being y/noscar’s biggest fan is my roman empire 

╰ fan22: girl same 

landonorris: yeah yeah we get it your happy and in love..🙄

╰ yourusername: we’ll be your wing man and woman so you don’t have to third wheel all the time 

╰ landonorris: no thank you. 

╰ oscarpiastri: too bad, she’s already going through her friends that are single that she thinks would be your type 

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i hope you enjoyed this! as i said it was just a self indulgent fic that i wrote for myself but maybe it'll bring you the same joy reading it as it brought me writing it 🧡

my next fic is a danny one that im excited about so look out for that!

[libraryofloveletters]

Brown Eyes

pairing: lance stroll x reader

summary: every relationship goes sour, except for the one you had with a certain brown eyed boy. 

author’s note: would it be me if I didn’t do one for my favourite Canadian driver?? home town (close enough) pride babyyyyy 

all photos are from instagram and/or pinterest :) 

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↪️youruser: *friendship 👍🏽

lance_stroll: ❤️

user14: are you coming to the gp this weekend?! 

↪️youruser: absolutely, I’ll be the crazy lady covered in lance merch in the aston garage 🤣

estebanocon: can’t wait to see you again 👍🏽

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astonmartinf1: just a couple of besties after quali 😘

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fa14_ls18: admin calling them out is sooooo funny 

youruser: odd emoji choice but okay 🤨

user18: even admin gets it and they don’t😭😭😭

↪️astonmartinf1: we get it, we sooooo do 🫡

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youruser: lucked out cause my boyfriend was my best friend 

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youruser: alternately captioned, fuck it we ball - hard launch edition 🙄

↪️lance_stoll: 🙈

user18: OH MY GOD????? 

mickschumacher: now I don’t have to lie to everyone and their mom

↪️estebanocon: youruser yeah it was killing him 

lances_gf_notreal: are we shocked? yes. did we expect this? yes. 

chloestroll: been rooting for you guys since day one, just saying 🤭

↪️scottyjames31: me too 

[starrynights-sunnyskies]

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when your relationship ends and all you want to do is hide and cry, flowers suddenly start to appear on your doorstep.

or; misa hating to see a pretty girl cry and suffer and going out of her way to cheer her up while staying anonymous

fic: see my masterlist 🤍

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albaps9 seeing you two always makes me so happy, excuse me while i go and sob 😓

alexiaputellas Finally no more secrecy or surprises for me jajaja ↳ albaps9 don't you fucking jinx it now, you can still be teased and traumatised 🤣 ↳ alexiaputellas Ay, please no 🤨

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[ramp-it-up]

ii Most Wanted Part 11: Till the Day I Die (2)

Bless the Broken Road

Pairing: Syverson x OFC Reader "Buttercup"

Summary: The wedding, along with the nerves, are here!

Word count: 3.5K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. S MUT, ANGST, FLUFF. Not much smut at all, sorry. 18 year olds heavy petting, teen hormones, talk of bad dreams, wedding day angst, thoughts of loss, lots of flufffff, 😊.

Sy and Buttercup get married! 👰🏾‍♀️🤵🏻‍♂️

Read at your own risk.  Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N:  This is the 11th installment of II Most Wanted. These characters won't quit, so this series will be extended to at least 12 installments, but not for much longer than that. Here are the results from the wedding dress poll .

I'm in love with these two; they are bringing my writer heart back to life. If you like it, please reblog and comment.

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Previous part here

May 2004

“We’re both grown ups now, Buttercup.”

Sy’s breath and smooth voice ghosted your ear as he mouthed at your neck and down your collarbone to the tops of your breasts that were threatening to come out of your bra. You shivered, causing him to pull back and check to see if you were cold because you had thrown off your t-shirt. When he saw your lust- dilated eyes, he was lost to your charms.

Sy could tell by your silence that you were in the same zone that he was in; you just couldn’t admit it.  He wondered if it was because you were trying to keep your purity, or that you wanted to give it away so badly that you couldn’t formulate words. He got impossibly harder at the thought of the latter. It was just a week after your birthday and two weeks to prom and Sy was back to begging.

He was so weak for you.

“You’re a good girl, I know it, Buttercup.”

You whimpered and kissed him hard, your lips sucking on his tongue while pulling him on top of you and between your jean-clad legs, making Sy realize that him calling you a good girl ignited something inside you. His heart pounded through his ribcage at your response.

When you parted, gasping for air, he moved again, bending his head to gently bite your nipple through your bra and continuing his assault on your mind as you ground on the bulge in his pants. Sy held your hips in his hands, slowing you down lest you cause him to make a mess in his pants.

The now familiar, alluring coil in your belly had been winding you up for a while and you were on the verge of risking it all to get some relief. You and Sy had been physical for weeks, but kissing and heavy petting was as far as it went. He would never allow you to go down on him, although you could tell he was holding back. 

His chivalry only made you want him more. But something was causing you to hesitate, despite the fact that Sy was delicious torture and temptation personified.

Tonight, however, he was begging. Artfully. And you were on the edge of giving him everything that he, and you, wanted.

“I have protection. We’ll be so careful, Buttercup. Nothing will happen. Except… except I’ll make you feel real good. I promise. Please.”

His hands moved up your torso, grasping your ribcage as he continued his rationale.

“You already know I’m gonna marry you, girl. It’s a done deal.”

You melted at his deep drawl in your ear, and his touch on your skin, but you chuckled at him, giving him pause.

“Sy…You couldn’t decide what you wanted for dinner. How do you know you want to spend the rest of your life with me? We’ve been together, what? Four months?”

Being the new girl sucked, but when your two new besties, Carla and Tiffani, ratted you out to Sy and gave him your number right after the homecoming dance when he broke up with Becca, you were mad. They had no right to tell your secret.

But you were pleasantly surprised and shocked as hell when he actually called you a week later. 

Everyone thought the pairing was odd; you were so different but shared the same heartbeat. You talked for hours about life, the universe, and everything, and you loved rolling through town in the passenger seat of Sy’s 1978 Ford Bronco with the loud muffler, making waves in the wind with your empty hand, your other hand on him. Sometimes you flipped off the haters that loved to talk shit, but mainly you just waved at those who stopped and stared.

You didn’t give a shit, and Sy didn’t either.

That’s why you loved him. People said you were too young, but yes. You were in love with Jake Syverson.

Even though you were lying In the bed of the Bronco with your shirt off, Sy stopped trying to get into your pants, shifted beside you and stared. Cerulean blue orbs held you captive.

“I knew what I wanted you the moment you walked into English class with that Powerpuff Girls shirt on and that scowl on your face. I knew you were mine. Trust me,  Buttercup. I know you feel it too. I’m yours. ‘Til the day I die.”

You shivered as you stared at him. You didn’t trust many people in your life, but if you trusted anyone, it would be Sy. You took a deep breath and searched his face for deception. It wasn’t there. He already had your soul; you were about to give him your body. 

Sy saw the moment you made your decision and was shook. This wasn’t going to be some simple fun in the back of Betty. This was forever. He considered you. The hot, innocent look of desire that made him rock hard also made him feel guilty. He knew what you’d been through and the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt you. Sy wanted this to be your decision, and you weren’t ready tonight before he sweet talked you. All of a sudden, it just didn’t seem right.  His hand came up and traced your cheek down to your lips.

“You’re so beautiful. I love you Buttercup.”

You flushed, and a warm sensation was building in your chest at his gentle whisper.

Is really this what true love felt like?

Before you could respond, Sy pulled you closer, and reached into the backseat for his letterman jacket to cover you from the chilly night air. 

He leaned down and kissed your forehead and nuzzled your hair as he held you close.

“Drivin’ me crazy, but I will wait forever for you, Buttercup.”

You melted into him when you realized that he was pumping the brakes. You soon noticed that he was still semi-hard beneath your thigh, which was thrown across his hips. You reached down to grasp him.

“Poor Sy…”

Sy caught your hand in his and interlaced his fingers with yours instead.

“Prom night?”

You nodded and bit your lip, looking up at him through your lashes. A low growl emitted from your boyfriend. 

“I must be really in love, ‘cause I just cock-blocked my damn self.”

You shook with laughter as Sy grumbled. He handed you your shirt back and took in what he could of your flesh as you covered up, licking his lips as he memorized you for when he was alone in his room later. 

You grinned at him.

“Maybe so, Captain Syverson.”

He smacked your bottom as you climbed back into the passenger seat. Sy loved it when you called him Captain.

He climbed out of the gate and stepped out into the chilly night to get back to the driver’s seat and took a deep breath, then shook his head as he looked up at the stars. Sy smiled at the thought of his grandmother’s ring.

Suddenly, a plan formed in his mind.

You and he would go to State, you with his ring, a promise, on your finger, and him with his heart on his sleeve. He’d propose with a rock the summer before senior year and marry you the week after college graduation, living happily ever after.

Sy grinned at the perfection of it all as he climbed back into the Bronco and gave you a kiss before he peeled off the Lookout.

—--

Sy woke up with a start the next morning. He looked around confused, not recognizing his surroundings as he tried to wake up fully. He hadn’t had a dream like it in months, since he was newly retired.

But this dream wasn’t about war; in this dream, he’d lost you again. 

He sat on the edge of the bed, regret about so much time was wasted swirling around him. Then he sighed and reached for his phone, finding a treasure trove of pictures of you and your friends. His heart rate calmed and his face cracked into a smile as he discovered that you had messaged him genuine joy. 

No use in mourning the past, Sy thought.

You’d stopped sending pictures around 11:56 pm, because it was your wedding day, you explained, and his heart exploded when he read that. 

You were still his girl, and he was gonna marry you.

He texted you good morning before he put down his phone and stared at the ceiling. 

It was his fucking wedding day.

Sy jumped out of bed and was on the road to Vegas by 6 am.

—-

The next afternoon after a 24 hour whirlwind of pure fun with your friends, you smiled up at the photographer as you carefully adjusted the lace garter around your leg.

You were in love with your dress, your shoes, and especially your hair. Tiffany had been right to encourage you to get a Vegas blowout. You felt like a model. The camera clicked away as you beamed into the lens.

“Beautiful, now let's get a shot with the bridesmaids.”

Carla and Tiffani gathered close and smiled. This intimate ceremony would be the perfect wedding for you and Sy. And that was all that mattered.

After the pictures, you got yourself from your suite to the limo just in time to make the booking at A Little White Wedding Chapel on the other end of the strip. You were serene, and happy that you didn’t need to stuff a monster gown into the car.

During the drive, you looked out of the window and remembered your mother, who had been alive at the time of your first wedding. You allowed yourself a moment of sadness.

Carla leaned over to you.

“We got your back if you want to run.”

You looked back at her and smiled. 

“It’s okay. Sy is who and what I want. I’m good. Really good.”

Tiffany spoke up. 

“Okay. Just remember, we’re always here for you.”

You became even more emotional.

“I know.” 

You smiled at both of them, near tears.

“But you better not make me ruin my makeup, bitches.”

You all laughed, the mood lightened.

—-

Jacob Syverson had been waiting for this day for a long, long time. 

He didn’t think it would come this soon. 

Or all this time later. 

Hell, there was a time that he never thought he’d see you again. 

He’d arrived at the chapel a little early, not wanting to wait to take you as his bride. As he got ready in the groom’s room, he eyed his blue checked sport coat and blue polka dot tie with matching pocket square that he had picked out. He knew that they brought out his eyes. He fiddled with his curls and smoothed down his beard, staring at himself in the mirror, almost in disbelief.

Was this really happening?.

From the moment he saw you when he was 17 years old, he’d wanted you to be his.

And now it was about to happen. 

Sy suddenly couldn’t breathe and he was weak, sweat popping out on his forehead. The tie was too tight. He loosened the tie and unbuttoned the top button of the shirt, hands seemingly a blur in the mirror. He shook his head to clear it, and looked back up into his own eyes long and hard, asking himself if he was really ready to be your husband.

He knew he wanted this, but today he was scared shitless.

—----

The doors of the chapel opened, and you stood around the corner, hidden from view as your friends preceded you down the aisle. You peeked around the corner to catch a glimpse of him at the end of the aisle, and saw a flash of blue at the altar.

There was Sy, so handsome in a blue sportcoat and polka dot pocket square, chuckling and shaking his head at something Carla did as she walked toward him, then he smiled wide at Tiffani. You straightened up when  his eyes found the closing doors, your heart pounded as you hid from his view.

Were you really going to do this?

—----

Sy’s throat went dry as he stared at the doors at the back of the chapel. His hands began to shake causing him to clasp them in front of him as he waited.

In a flash, the doors were open again and there you were a vision in satin and lace, but not a lot of it. The sun shone behind you and he nearly fainted as he admired the view through your dress.

You glowed like an angel.

You paused and the music began. He barely registered the familiar notes of the song because suddenly, his head was swimmy again. 

He took a deep breath and got himself together, staring at you wide eyed as you slowly moved toward him, with that smile on your face.

At that moment, there was only one woman in the world, and you were walking toward him.

—--

The doors of the chapel opened again and you had tunnel vision for Sy at the end of the aisle. Your heart leapt in your throat and you tried to swallow it down when all you could hear were the opening notes of the music you and Sy claimed as your song all those years ago. 

You didn’t realize how much more accurate the lyrics were twenty years later.

I set out on a narrow way many years ago

Hoping I would find true love along the broken road

But I got lost a time or two

Wiped my brow and kept pushing through

I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you

You smiled and paused, eyes having found Sy’s and locked in. You were trembling and took a deep breath before walking toward him. 

—---

It seemed that you moved toward him in slow motion, and Sy felt that he was in a dream, staring at you in disbelief. There you were, all long, flowy hair around your shoulders and that satin baby doll dress with lace trim adorning your curves perfectly. 

Sy gazed at you, taking you in from your cute white toenails in your high heeled sandals up those curvaceous legs and thighs to the short, flowy skirt that swished around the swell of your hips to the fitted waist. He licked his lips as he hallucinated seeing your nipples through the rushed satin bust of the bodice, and almost passed for the third time when one of the lace straps fell down your shoulder. 

The dress was everything, and he was gonna make love to you in it later on.

His eyes moved upwards, reading the name on the gold necklace that was his gift to you, and that was nestled on your chest. Sy looked back up at you smiling knowingly back at him, and suddenly, he was calm although there were tears streaming down his face.

That every long lost dream led me to where you are

Others who broke my heart, they were like Northern stars

Pointing me on my way into your loving arms

This much I know is true

That God blessed the broken road

That led me straight to you

—---

As you moved, speeding down the aisle it seemed, you realized that you were smiling through your own tears. Sy broke your heart once, but you both were idiot kids in love, and who knows if you would have made it that young anyway?

The way this happened was meant to be, this moment was perfect, and it was now.

—--

I think about the years I spent just passin' through

I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you

But you just smile and take my hand

You've been there, you understand

It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true

It seemed like it would take ten more years for you to reach him at the altar and Sy felt a pang of regret at the lost time. But then he remembered that you were walking towards him, right here, right now. You were choosing him. The past was over. It was time to make a new future.

—--

You floated down the aisle, and in no time you were standing beside Sy at the altar, no recognition of how you arrived in this instant bubble between you two. 

Sy stared at you, as if surprised to find you there, then smiled as you wiped his tears away with your fingers.

“Hi,” you whispered, smiling as Sy chuckled and took his pocket square out to dab at your face. 

“You look so handsome.”

Sy smiled, wanting to take you in his arms.

“Hey, Buttercup. You look gorgeous.”

You shivered as his eyes assessed you, your belly flipping as his gaze covered your entire form. You grew warm and wanted to kiss him, but he gave you a look and you decided to behave.

He held his hand out for yours, eyes sparkling.

The electricity that buzzed around you when you were near him was back, and you knew that you wanted this feeling forever. Sy’s patient gaze made you smile wider at how much he loved you. 

In that instant, you knew beyond a doubt.

You stared at him, taking in his face, the woodsy scent of his cologne, how huge he was in front of you. Then you sighed, nodded (to yourself really) and gave Sy your hand, which he held in his and caressed with his thumb. Shivers ran down your spine, yet you managed to stay upright.

—--

And now I'm just a-rollin' home

Into my lover's arms

This much I know is true

That God blessed the broken road

That led me straight to you

The officiant cleared their throat and you all looked their way.

“Have you come here freely and without reservation to give yourselves to each other in marriage today?"

Sy answered first, smiled, looked at you and said,  “Yes.”

You smiled back and without hesitation, said, “Yes.”

“Will you love and honor each other as man and wife for the rest of your lives?”

“Yes.”

“Yes.”

“Since it is your intention to enter into marriage, join your right hands, and declare your consent before these witnesses.”

Everyone laughed because you were already holding hands. 

You wrote your vows together, so you knew what was coming. But you weren’t ready. The tears started again.

Sy spoke, his voice never wavering.

“I take you Y/N Y/LN  to be my wife. I promise to be with you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse. I promise to take care of you and to share with you and be straight with you and to always shelter you with my love. I will always come after you and I will always help you to look up when you are feeling down. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life.

Until the day I die.”

Your eyes overflowed, but you remained strong.

“I, Y/N Y/LN, take you, Jacob Allen Syverson to be my husband. I promise to be with you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse. I promise to care for you and be straight with you and to share with you and to always shelter you with my love. I will not seek to run from you and I will always hold you down while you lift me up. And I will love you and honor you all the days of my life. Until the day I die.”

Sy grinned at you and your stomach flipped with excitement as Carla and Tiffani awwed.

The officiant continued.

“You have declared your consent before these witnesses. What has been joined together, let no man divide. May these rings be a symbol of your true faith in each other, and always remind you of your love.”

You turned to Carla for Sy’s ring, a simple gold band, and you slipped it on his finger. Sy turned to Tiffani and your eyebrow shot up as she reached into a pocket in her dress and handed him a black box. Out came his grandmother’s ring, only now there was another ring that was paired with it, beautifully heavy with diamonds.

Your mouth hinged open in shock.

Sy was grinning at your reaction as he slid the rings onto your finger, pretty pleased with himself you could tell.

“Told you I would marry you with a bigger ring than that. Told you that a long time ago.”

He looked up at you with those baby blues and winked at you as your knees got weak. You looked around at your friends who were obviously in on it.

“Don’t worry, they’re conflict-free.” 

Carla stage whispered and everyone laughed as you shook your head and held your hand up to the light before Sy captured it in his own again. He was feeling like the man at that moment, and you almost forgot there was anyone else in the room as you gazed up at him. Electricity zapped between you, and you were ready to take him down.

The officiant cleared their throat again.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife.” 

There was a pause as you both looked at them with anticipation. They smiled back, knowing what you wanted.

“You may now kiss your bride!”

Sy let out a whoop and pulled you in for a kiss, taking you into a dip and causing hoots, hollers, and cheers.

“May I now introduce Mr. Jacob and Mrs. Buttercup Syverson!”

You burst out into laughter as Sy led you back down the aisle, fingering the gold name necklace which said ‘Mrs. Buttercup.’

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🤎A/N: Kicking off this month of revenge since it's Scorpio season is this beauty. Sometimes you just gotta torture you bestie @mejuii with her own professed weaknesses 😘 🤎Pairing: Lee Juyeon (The Boyz) x Reader (f) 🤎Au: Model au, Stylist au 🤎Genre: smut, angst 🤎Trope: unrequited love, oblivious to love 🤎Warnings: reader is mean to Juyeon (think tsundere), sub!juyeon, dom!reader, verbal instruction, oral (f), hair pulling (m), praise kink, hand kink 🤎Rated: 18+, MDNI 🤎Word Count: 1,727 🤎Summary: Juyeon is in love with you, his stylist, who degrades him at any chance she can get. But little did you know... all he wants you to do is order him around

🤎credit to @cafekitsune for the banner!

“Juyeon, you better stop looking at her like that, she’s going to bite your head off,” Sunwoo nudged the older man.

Juyeon sighed heavily. If only his stylist felt the same way about him as he felt about her. He watched as Sunwoo ran-walked to you and smiled happily as you fussed over his hair and makeup. Sunwoo gratuitously pushed his lips out as you rubbed some lip stain on his lips and you smacked his chest for leaning in too close. Sunwoo could afford to be playful with you but you would never let Juyeon act up like that. Where was the fairness in that?

Juyeon had a massive crush on you. Maybe he was stupid. Maybe he was attracted to the idea of a slightly toxic relationship. Maybe he really liked the twinkle in your eye you got when you talked to Sunwoo. Whatever it was, Juyeon wanted you to look at him like you looked at his model partner. But that never seemed to be a reality for Juyeon.

“Juyeon!” You barked for the model to come over and get inspected before they went back to shooting.

Juyeon’s long legs took him to your side pretty quickly. His effortless brain-empty grin pulled on his face as you took the handle end of a comb and moved some strands of his bangs. Your eyes were focused on the task at hand but you were chewing on your lip and Juyeon’s heart exploded. What he wouldn’t give to press his lips to yours, for you to giggle, and let him sweep you off your--

“Helloooo?” You snapped your fingers in front of Juyeon’s face. “Earth to Juyeon? I said I’m done.”

Juyeon moved to where Sunwoo was lounging on the set, fighting everything to not send a hurt look over his shoulder. Juyeon already knew you would give him a look as if he was a child and he’d regret it.

Sunwoo was cackling by the time Juyeon joined him. “You look like a dog with his tail between his legs.”

The next time Juyeon saw you was at his red carpet event with Fendi. You had walked into the room where Juyeon was preparing. What you had not expected was to walk in on that man in slacks and a silk top that draped on his form. His blazer was still hanging on the rack as he waited for you to do hair and makeup.

You stood there with your jaw on the floor until you managed to school your features before Juyeon turned around. Except it didn’t get better. Juyeon’s dark eyes looked down at you as you formulated a plan for his look. 

“Sit in the chair so I don’t have to crane my damn neck and break it,” You barked.

Juyeon easily slid in the stylist chair, eyes still on you. “Do you like the top?” He asked. His big fingers rubbed the chain between the pads of his fingers.

“That’s none of my business,” You replied in a clipped tone and Juyeon’s face fell.

“Looks stupid, doesn’t it,” Juyeon lamented, “I knew it.”

“I--” Your mouth snapped shut. You hadn't actually intended to make Juyeon feel bad about his look, you just didn’t want to feed his ego… “It’s beautiful,” You said quietly.

Juyeon’s head snapped up, eyes meeting your own again. “Really?” he said, that casual, happy smile was on his lips again.

“The top,” You clarified, “With the blazer over it, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

Juyeon let you do his makeup and then his hair in silence. You had to straddle his feet and legs a bit to style his hair and you froze when you felt one of his hands cup the back of your thigh to steady you. Fuck, his hands were huge. 

“Juyeon,” You said, “Why is your hand on me?”

“You looked like you were going to tip over,” He said, somewhat innocently, but you could see the look in his eyes. Instead of the empty-head appearance, his eyes were sharper right now.

“Get them off,” You said in a clipped tone.

“Why?” Juyeon asked, putting his other hand on your opposite leg, “Do they bother you?”

“They do,” You said in a reserved tone, “Now get them off of me.”

“And why do they bother you?” Juyeon pushed.

You couldn't very well tell him that your entire body wanted his hands to cup your ass too, and kneed your cheeks, perhaps splitting them open as he thrust--You shook your head. Nooooo, that was not happening. “Because I need to move freely and you’re stopping that. Now. Let. Go.”

Juyeon did and you felt the tinge of regret and stuff it down; far, far down. And when you told him you were done, Juyeon stood up and you stumbled back to avoid touching him--which caused him to reach out and grab your upper arms. Would his entire hand grip harshly onto your arm as he thrusted into you or would he be soft and rub your arms as you--?

"Juyeon," You said in a sickly-sweet voice, "what are you doing?"

“You almost smashed your head on the glass!” Juyeon protested, eyebrows furrowing cutely.

“Remove your hands or I’ll knock you into your next life,” You threatened.

Juyeon looked so dejected as his hands left your body that you felt that stupid tinge of regret again that you thought you had buried. “You sure do listen well, for a man,” You found yourself admitting as you finally stepped away from the chair.

“I could listen real good for you,” Juyeon said.

You froze in disbelief. You turned around slowly. Juyeon met your eyes. “What did you say?”

“You reward Sunwoo for his bad behavior, but I could be really good for you. I would only do what you say I could do. I’d crawl for you if you ordered it. Wear a collar and leash for you, please--”

You threw your hands up to stop whatever was coming out of Juyeon’s mouth. It was…it was too tantalizing. “No, nope, stop that right now.”

“But--!” Juyeon had puppy dog eyes, pleading with you. Was this really what he wanted? And with you of all people???

“I am not--we cannot--Juyeon, I’m your stylist!!!” You objected.

“So what?” Juyeon raised his chin stubbornly. 

You sputtered some more. “That’s unethical, that’s morally incorrect, that’s insane!”

Juyeon took a step forward. “You want to, don’t you?”

You took a step back. Damn it, wasn’t Juyeon supposed to be empty-headed? You cleared your throat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Juyeon moved to his knees. “I will do whatever you want.”

You rolled your eyes. “Then crawl on your knees to me.”

Your eyes bulged out of your head when Juyeon did in fact do that. And once he arrived at your feet, he looked up at you. “Tell me what to do next.”

You let out a laugh because you couldn't help yourself. This was ridiculous. “Prop my leg up and kiss up my leg.”

Juyeon cupped your foot and put it atop his knee and began to lovingly kiss up your leg along your dark tights. Your lower half tightened inadvertently in anticipation. What was this fool doing to you?

While looking down your nose, you instructed Juyeon. “Lick my cunt through my tights and underwear.”

And didn’t Juyeon dive head first into your clothed pussy. Your plaid skirt was up to your hips now, Juyeon enthusiastically poking and prodding your cunt. His nose brushed your clit and you bit down hard on your lip. Only then did Juyeon stop, if only to plead with you. “Please, if I can’t kiss you, don’t bite your lip. Let me hear how good I'm making you feel.”

“No one can know, Juyeon,” You hissed.

Juyeon jutted out his lip but continued back with his task at hand. You grew frustrated and then bold with the need to feel more. “Rip my tights, Ju. Rip them and push my panties to the side. Be a good boy and make me cum with your tongue.”

Juyeon gripped your tights, and with a loud rip, made a hole in your crotch. His fingers reached through the hole and pushed your panties in the way. And then he really showed you how much he wanted you. That tongue circled your clit, making you buck your hips upwards. Your clit grew engorged from the pleasure and soon he was able to suck on the sensitive flesh, rough tongue flicking and tempting and pushing you towards your high.

You couldn't help yourself, your hands buried into his hair, part of you screaming that your good work was about to be ruined, and another part of you saying fuck it, you wanted to cum. "That's it, Ju, you're doing so good! Make me cum."

Juyeon moaned into your mound and then wrapped his arms around your thighs. He ate like a starved man, sucking, licking, nipping; whatever it took to make you cum. You came with a muffled cry in the back of your throat. In the height of your orgasm, you don't remember getting head like that ever.

Juyeon let go of your arms and sat back on the balls of his feet. You had praised him, finally. Juyeon couldn't do an awful lot in your eyes, but he could do this for you. Finally, he could be of use. "Was I good for you?" He asked, eyes hopeful of more praise.

You couldn't look at him, however. "I came, didn't I?" You said under your breath.

Juyeon grinned, the empty-head type that you normally hated. "I told you I would treat you good; that I could be good for you."

You shimmied your skirt back down your hips and pushed your hair behind your ear. "Yes, well, get back onto my chair. I need to fix your hair and makeup again," You grumbled.

“Does this mean you’ll start taking me for Taco Tuesdays with Sunwoo?” Juyeon wondered as he sat back down in your chair.

"Don't push your luck," You muttered, unconsciously tugging his hair into place a bit harder than normal; perhaps even just like you did when he was eating you out.

And Juyeon remained smiling the entire time you fixed him.

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[leclerc-drives-in-circles]

Norman Fucking RockWell-a blurb for my main man Rafe Cameron😩. they’re in an argument about wtv you chose and Rafe gets mad and starts breaking stuff, scaring the reader and with a fluffy ending. If you want to, thanks love<3

I was a bit stumped on this but it's okay

What Happened To Us?

Rafe Cameron x fem!Reader

Warnings: ANGSTY ANGST...., fluff, yeeting of objects..., bad ending, crying, rafe being scary, topper being bestie, I already said fluff but FLUFFY ENDING

A/n: thank you for requesting this Love 😘😘😘 Also not me staring at the gif for 5 mins straight 🫣 lowk me just tryna figure out the layout of his apt so I know how to get to the bathroom when I move in...it's a joke. No it's not. Also I changed the name of this one like 20 times so....just ignore it if it has a bad name...

You were on the floor crying while Rafe was yelling louder than he ever had before. You were slightly surprised and also relieved you hadn't gotten a noise complaint yet. You were almost entirely positive Rafe hadn't paid any attention to how you looked, a curled up, terrified, shaking mess. You were scared and it was evident in the way you were shying away from every little move he made while yelling at you. You don't even remember why this argument started anymore. All you knew was you wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

"Why did you do it!? Huh? What? Are you not going to talk now?" He asked too aggressive for your liking.

You just sat there suddenly remembering why this all started in the first place.

at a party earlier that night

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"Hey, Y/n, right?" A random guy said whilst walking toward you. You didn't recognize him so you thought he must be a touron. Except a touron wouldn't know your name, so who was this?

"Ummm...? Who are you?" You asked wanting to just walk away to find your boyfriend.

"I'm one of Rafe's friends. He told me to come find you." He said suspiciously in a manner you didn't believe. You know all of Rafe's friends, even Barry so him saying this confused you.

What you didn't know was Rafe was watching this encounter thinking you were flirting because from across the room your scared, awkward smile look friendly and inviting, but it wasn't. He thought you were finally trying to find someone better than him after all he's done. What he didn't know was you were occasionally trying to look around for him but didn't succeed at all.

You learned the guy's name is chez. Where he got that name, you're not sure. All you know was you wanted out of there as soon as possible.

You still refused to follow him to Rafe because you didn't know his true intentions. Rafe on the other hand thought he knew your true intentions which weren't true at all.

After you politely denied several times and stated that if Rafe wanted you, he could come get you on his own. Chez didn't like that you didn't want to follow him so he tried to lay a hand on you. You quickly ran away, ironically right into Topper, Rafe's best friend. When you asked if he knew Chez and when he said no you got even more suspicious of him.

"Topper, can you take me home?" You asked, already knew the answer. Topper was like a brother to you, he would do anything to make his 'little sister' happy. Plus he was deemed the DD tonight.

"Yeah, of course. Why? Did something happen with this Chez guy? Or Rafe? What happened, Y/n?" He asked in a kind if rapid-fire manner.

"No, nothing happened, I'm just kinda tired and I want to be home." You say lightly not wanting the interrogation to go on longer than it has.

He just silently agreed and walked you to his truck.

"Did you tell Rafe you were going home?" He asked to make sure his best friend knew he was taking his girlfriend home.

"No, he would've wanted to come with...I just wanted to be alone. Please don't tell him, Top. I'm trusting you for a reason right now." You said quickly, knowing he wouldn't tell rafe anyway if you hadn't already.

"Y/n, I wont, I promise. He won't know." He assured with a hug as he puts his truck in park after arriving at your house.

"Thanks, Top. You're a real one." You say jokingly.

"Of course, Y/n. And I know I'm a real one. You wouldn't like me if I wasn't." He jokes along.

"Who said I like you now?" You continue on with the joke as you unlock your front door while waving goodbye to Topper. "Thanks again, Topper!" You shout lightly while walking in.

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Back to present

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"you were flirting with that guy, huh?!?" He yells at tou once again.

"Rafe-"

"No, let me talk! Who was that? Why were you smiling at him? Tell me!" He screamed loudly at you while shoving one of your favorite vases from a table to the floor. Not one of your favorites now. You flinched. He didn't notice and kept yelling 'tell me' over and over again

"Rafe, listen to me. He was a Creep. Trying to get me to follow h- him because he- he said you were friends and I- I didn't believe him so I kept stalling s- so he would forget why he came to ta- talk to me and then he l- laid a hand on my arm an- and I j- just ran away an- and I asked topper to take me home...I'm sorry." You said through broken sobs and suddenly his violent dark eyes softened.

He immediately kneeled down and hugged me. "Baby, I'm so sorry, I didn't know. It looked like you were enjoying his company because I was kind of preoccupied. I'm so sorry sweetheart. Did I scare you at all?" He asked worried.

You nodded lightly not wanting to move much.

"Aw, baby, I'm so sorry. You wanna go take a shower while I clean up my mess?" He asked while looking at your puffy, tear-stained face. He just wanted to have you relax now.

You nodded again. Still not wanting to move that much but you had to now.

He helped you up and gave you a kiss on the forehead and started to walk away to get the broom.

You slowly got up and walked to the bathroom to take a shower and when you walked out your favorite movie was playing on your TV and a note on your pillow that said:

Dear, Y/n. You have no idea how much I love you. I'm so sorry about scaring you earlier. I'm on the couch. I'll leave you alone for the night. – Yours, Rafe

You read it and wanted him in here immediately but you knew he wouldn't budge if you tried so you just went to bed.

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[momhwa-agenda]

fuck around and find out

PAIRING: Fratboy!Haknyeon/Female Reader

WARNINGS: SMUT (🔞 minors DNI!), walking in on shower, frat parties, alcohol, 7 minutes in heaven, makeouts, dry humping, thigh riding, face riding, spitting, p in v sex, unprotected sex (pls wrap it up yall), allusions to more smut, use of pet names ("my princess")

SUMMARY: After an awkward first encounter, you find yourself drawn to the mysterious yet charming frat boy on campus.

A/N: This is a late birthday present to one of my besties @winterchimez / @midnightfantasiez remember when i said this clip looked familiar? you'll see why very soon 🤪😘 thank you to @daisyvisions for proof reading this, especially when i first pitched the concept! kekeke hi @kitschun and @snowflakewhispers

“Come to the party. It’ll be fun” they said. “You might finally get to hook up with someone cute,” they said.

Attending mixers like the frat party you found yourself at was a rarity for you, typically reserved for those who effortlessly navigated the social scene. Yet, an invitation from your friend, who happened to have connections with one of the frat boys, offered a rare opportunity to step outside your comfort zone. You accepted, hopeful about this experience, except now you felt like an idiot standing by the wall watching the other attendees having fun. Not knowing how to join in yourself.

The scenes from coming-of-age movies and comedies you watched as a kid clearly didn’t prepare you enough. You weren’t much of a drinker either, but in an attempt to ease your nerves, you found yourself nursing a beer. In a short amount of time the bittersweet tanginess became tolerable. Feeling bored you explore around the house for a change of scenery, and hopefully start enjoying the party. When you go downstairs to what you think is the lounge room, you find a couple of people gathered by what looked like the coat closet? But one person catches your attention and it’s none other than Ju Haknyeon, a member of the frat house.

Suddenly you remember why you agreed to go here. Your toes curl at the sight of him, memories of your initial encounter flooding back.

One time your dorm was inconvenienced with a disruption in the water supply, which meant you and all the other students in the building had to follow a schedule for showering.

“Hey, what if you just take your showers at my boyfriend’s place?” your roommate whispers to you.

You whip your head at her in alarm.

“No, not like that! We’re going together, let’s just bring our stuff for bathing, new clothes, and that’s it. It’ll be fine, Seok will get it.” she reassures you. It takes you a couple of seconds until you feign defeat and agree to her proposal.

To your surprise, the bathroom in her boyfriend's apartment was surprisingly nice, with warm water easing the tension from your muscles as you lathered the last of the soap on your skin. You were close to finishing up, enjoying the few lingering moments of relaxation, when the door creaked open, startling you. “Sorry, I’m almost done!” you called out nervously.

“Oh shit! Sorry sorry! I didn’t realize someone was here! It’s my fault!” The voice was deep, with a hint of embarrassment. You squeal as you hastily reach for the shower curtain to preserve your modesty. Heart pounding, you managed a shaky laugh. "Um…okay? Well, knocking is an option! My dorm has a water problem and my friend just wanted to help me out," you stutter, praying that the guy behind the curtain wouldn’t make fun of you or wasn’t a complete pervert.

The figure behind the curtain shifted awkwardly. "Oh, well that’s okay. And you’re right, I should have knocked. I’m really sorry!”

After a brief pause, you asked, “Did you need something?”

“Right! Yeah, I was gonna get something. Sorry.” you hear him shuffle through a cabinet before he hesitantly asks “Uh, just to be clear…you’re not Seokwoo’s girlfriend, right? Like he’s not…coming in here, I wouldn’t want to…you know, intrude.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly. “No, I’m not. Just a friend of his girlfriend.”

“Got it. Sorry again,” he said, sounding relieved. “I’m Haknyeon, by the way…I figured it’s only fair that I tell you my name”

“Oh” you laugh a little in shock at the introduction. He did sound genuine and sweet so returning the introduction wouldn’t hurt “I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” He replied with a smile in his voice.

“Wait, so, are you Seokwoo’s roommate?”

“No, I’m just visiting. I actually live at the frat house nearby, but sometimes it gets a bit too chaotic, you know?”

You pause from rinsing the shampoo off your scalp. It’s not like you knew every guy in your university but hearing that he was part of a frat piqued your curiosity. “I can imagine. Must be interesting living in a frat house.”

“It has its moments,” he replied. “How about you? You mentioned the water situation at your place?”

“Ugh, it’s a nightmare” you roll your eyes as you rinse your hair. They're working on it, but it just sucks and is inconvenient to my schedule. I’m just glad I have friends who can offer a place to shower.”

“Definitely,” Haknyeon agreed. “I’d actually take that over some of the shit that happens at the frat.”

You perk up at his statement. “That intense, huh?”

“Look, you wouldn’t want a frat brother who starts biting people out of nowhere” he replies, half-laughing.

The absurdity of his comment catches you off guard, and you sputter as water trickles down your face. “Wait, what? What does that even mean?”

Haknyeon chuckles, the sound warm and infectious. “Okay, to be fair, he was drunk, but still…”

You can’t help but laugh along with him, the unexpected humor breaking the initial awkwardness of the situation. Then you remember your predicament. “Um…Haknyeon?”

“Yeah?” he responds, his tone suddenly more attentive.

“Can you hand me my towel, please?”

There’s a brief moment of hesitation, and you sense his nervousness as he responds, “Uh, sure.”

Tentatively, you peek your head around the shower curtain to grab your towel. That’s when your eyes meet his for the first time.

For a moment, the world seems to stop. His warm, deep eyes lock with yours, igniting an unexpected attraction. The voice that had sounded so charming over the shower curtain now has a face to match, and it’s a face that takes your breath away. You never imagined that Haknyeon, with his easy laugh and smooth voice, would be this captivating.

“Thank you,” you say softly with a smile as you take the towel from him.

“It’s…no problem,” he replies, his voice suddenly a little huskier, betraying his own flustered state. His eyes linger on yours for just a second longer before he forces himself to look away.

The tension between you is almost tangible now, and you both seem to realize at the same moment that you’re standing mere inches apart, with you only partially hidden by the curtain.

“I’ll…” Haknyeon stammers, pointing behind him as he awkwardly steps back. “I’ll get going now. It was nice meeting you, Y/N.”

“You too,” you reply, giggling softly as the tension eases just a bit. “Haknyeon—the door’s behind you.”

“Right, right,” he mutters, clearly flustered as his ears turn a deep shade of red. He keeps his gaze fixed downward as he fumbles for the door handle, making his exit.

After that eventful meeting, you asked your friend about Haknyeon. Her description painted a picture of a reserved yet intriguing and friendly person. He seemed to defy the stereotypical image of a frat boy, possessing a quiet charm that drew others in. Despite his seemingly harmless demeanor, there were whispers of his reputation as a smooth talker, someone who knew how to navigate social situations effortlessly. They weren’t wrong. The way you two were able to carry a brief conversation while you showered sounded ridiculous, but it was just that talking to Haknyeon felt so good and easy.

A couple of your classmates, however, offered a word of caution upon overhearing your conversation with your friend. Warning you not to get too attached to the allure of Haknyeon’s looks and charisma.

But the warnings only fueled your curiosity further. You wanted to see for yourself what Haknyeon was truly like, to test the waters and unravel the mystery behind the quiet yet charismatic frat boy. So when the opportunity arose to attend a party hosted at his frat house, you seized it, hoping to find him surrounded by admirers, or his friends.

To your surprise, you found Haknyeon standing alone, his presence commanding yet approachable.

"Hi," you say, a nervous smile tugging at your lips as you recall that awkward moment. "Fancy meeting you here."

Haknyeon's eyes widen slightly before a grin spreads across his face. "Hey" he replies, his voice tinged with amusement. "Yeah, I was beginning to wonder when I’d see you again."

You bring the bottle of beer to your lips, in an attempt to hide the smile creeping up your face. Despite the initial embarrassment of your first meeting, there's a sense of familiarity between you now, as if that awkward encounter forged an unexpected bond.

"So, what brings you to this party?" Haknyeon asks, leaning against the wall casually.

You shrug, a playful glint in your eye. "Honestly, I was dragged here by a friend. Seems like a decent place to break out of my comfort zone, though."

Haknyeon nods understandingly, his gaze thoughtful. "I get that. Sometimes you gotta shake things up a bit, you know?"

“Yeah” you replied, unable to tear your gaze away from him. Maybe it was the alcohol coursing through your veins, lending a pleasant buzz to your thoughts. But as you looked at Haknyeon, it was as if a spell had been cast upon you. His features seemed to blur and meld together in the dim light of the party, yet each detail stood out with crystalline clarity. The smooth contour of his nose and jawline, the tousled strands of his dark hair catching the faint gleam of the room’s lights, and the perfect curve of his lips. He did look like the quiet and charming type you thought.

Your attention is broken off when Eric yells “AND TIME!” as he opens the door revealing two other students looking disheveled and pink in the face. “Okay, you crazy kids, continue upstairs if y’all want.” At that the couple giggles, holding hands as they run out to find a spot to continue their business.

“Alright, who’s the next lucky couple willing to spend seven minutes in heaven?” Eric says, wiggling his eyebrows. You fight off a laugh and from the side you notice Haknyeon covers his mouth as well. “Any volunteers? Oooor do you guys want me to pick the unlikely pair in this room?”

Haknyeon sighs “Fine I’m going. And since I don’t trust your matchmaking skills, I’m picking whoever I want to join me, Sohn.” Eric nods with his lips pursed together. You’re caught by surprise, Haknyeon is looking at you, and with a tilt of his head he asks you to join him inside the closet.

The dim light filtering through the cracks in the closet door cast a soft glow over the small space, enveloping you and Haknyeon. Regardless, it was difficult to see and you were afraid of moving even an inch.

“Fuck you can barely see anything in here” you mumbled.

“I got an idea. Take my hands,” he offers, his tone calm and steady.

With a hesitant nod, you reached out, your fingers finding his in the darkness. His touch was warm and reassuring. As his hands engulfed yours, a sense of calm washed over you, the darkness suddenly feeling less daunting in his presence. Your heart was racing; you couldn’t believe you were alone with Haknyeon and holding his hands in a dark coat closet.

A nervous laugh escapes your lips when the memory of you and Haknyeon’s first meeting flashes through your mind "Well, this is kind of familiar," you joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“I thought the same thing” Haknyeon's chuckle was barely audible over the pounding of your heart. The sound of his voice was warm with a hint of roughness that sounded addicting. “I’m also quite glad”

Your eyes widen at the sudden confession. “Why?”

“Well…you’re the most interesting person I’ve had the pleasure of meeting. I’m still surprised you didn’t throw me out of the bathroom that day, and we ended up having a conversation in that same space.” The vulnerability in his voice was unmistakable. Was he pretending to be shy or was he genuinely tongue-tied? Was this what your classmates warned you about?

“I was about to…” you chuckle “But talking to you felt good, and easy”

“Easy, how?” Haknyeon murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

A surge of warmth floods your chest at the huskiness in his voice, and when you feel his fingers tracing patterns over your hand.

“Easy like I was comfortable”

“How about now? Does this feel comfortable?”

You feel him subtly closing the gap with each word, making your heart beat faster. The moment escalating to territories you would dream of.

“It’s unreal…like a fantasy” you lean closer, you could feel the heat of his breath against your skin, the anticipation building with each passing second.

“What if I made it real?” without hesitation, his lips found yours in a tender kiss, soft and sweet like the flutter of butterfly wings.

The kiss deepens, passion igniting like a wildfire between you. His hands roamed your body with a fervent hunger, tracing the curves of your skin with a tenderness that left you breathless. When you pull apart from each other, Haknyeon leans his forehead against yours, “Y/N,” the way he says your name sounded addicting, laced with a need for more.

“Can we do that again?” you whisper to him, clutching on to his shirt.

“I’ll do anything you want” Haknyeon’s reply comes out in a rougher tone, which is enough for you to connect your lips with his. This time your tongues are entangled, you could have never asked for anything better than this moment. As if on autopilot, you wrap one leg around his waist, aching to feel more of him. You let out a whimper when you feel his hard-on against your core which was getting wetter. You feel your back hit something hard, but whatever position you and Haknyeon were in was the last thing on your mind, as you continued rolling your hips and your hands wandered underneath his shirt.

A burst of light floods the closet, startling you two. Quickly, you pull apart from Haknyeon, both of you adjusting your clothes. “Oops, my bad!” Eric snorts, giggles and wolf-whistling following as he peered in.

Haknyeon shielded his eyes, blinking against the sudden brightness. Your heart pounded in your chest, the sexual tension continuing to fill the air.

“Grab a partner for yourself, Sohn” Haknyeon remarks to which Eric responds with a goofy look, mocking the other guy. Haknyeon takes your hand in his, leading you out of the cramped space and the group who were cheering for the next couple.

“So,” you say in unison, looking at each other, laughing nervously.

You and Haknyeon exchanged a look, both feeling the same conflicting emotions.

"You must be thirsty from all the-," Haknyeon starts.

"Yeah! I was thinking the same thing" you blurt out.

The next hour or so was a blur of games and laughter. You played beer pong, the competitive spirit between you and Haknyeon adding an extra layer of excitement to the game. Every accidental touch, every time you stood close to each other, brought back the memory of the kiss, making your heart race. On one hand, everything seemed to be happening too fast. You still hardly knew each other beyond the shower incident and now the seven minutes in heaven, which was why you two decided to join in some games to at least bond together in less compromising positions. However, the electric, sensual tension between you two was undeniable and hard to ignore.

During a game of cards, your fingers brushed against his as you reached for the deck, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. Haknyeon's eyes met yours, and the same longing you felt was mirrored in his gaze.

As the card game wrapped up, you could no longer ignore the pull between you. Screw it, you thought. You leaned in close to Haknyeon, your voice low and determined. “Let's ditch this party. I want to pick up where we left off.”

Haknyeon's eyes widened for a moment, then he nodded, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Alright, let's go.”

He took your hand, leading you through the crowded party and up the stairs to his room in the frat house. Your heart pounded with anticipation, the memories of the closet encounter fueling your desire. As soon as you were inside his room, Haknyeon closed the door, proceeding to lock it.

"You sure about this?" he asked, his voice soft, his eyes searching yours for any hesitation.

You nodded, stepping closer to him. "Yes, I’m sure."

And with that, he pulled you into his arms, and your lips met once again. The kiss was just as intoxicating as before, but this time there was no risk of interruption. The two of you were alone, free to explore the connection that had sparked between you. Haknyeon lets you take full charge of the kiss. Even he has been yearning since your first encounter together. Parting his own mouth, giving you access to glide your tongue against his, he’s so intoxicated in the feeling of your tongue and lips, he’s caught off guard when his back hits the bed.

You’re so overcome with lust for Haknyeon, when you straddle him you begin to roll your hips on his thigh.

“Fuck..” Haknyeon breathes, watching you grind on him. Haknyeon snakes his hands under your top, feeling your soft skin, making you moan and want him even more.

“These stupid clothes” you muttered, removing Haknyeon’s shirt and fumbling with his pants. You didn’t consider yourself as dominant in the bedroom, but there was something so addicting about Haknyeon that made you feel out of control.

In the flurry of emotions, you wind up tearing the shirt off him. Suddenly you become shy and a little surprised with your strength. At the same time you take in the details of his chest.

“I-I’m sorry…I got excited Hak-” you’re cut off when Haknyeon kisses you roughly, grabbing your waist as flips you over.

“Don’t apologize, I liked it” he smirks hovering over you. Relieved, you pull him back for another kiss while he helps you out of your own top. Haknyeon runs his fingers over your exposed skin, taking a moment as well before he leans down to leave slow passionate kisses on your cleavage.

When he pulls your bra down licking your nipple while toying with the other, you throw your head back, moaning.

He kisses his way down to your belly, by the time his fingers find their way to the waistband of your pants, he pauses.

“How do you want it?” you perk up at his question. “On your back or do you want me under you?”

It takes a moment for you to register that in the amount of time you and Haknyeon have gotten to know each other, he was already asking if you wanted to ride his face.

“I want you...under me, Haknyeon” you decide.

His eyes darken with lust at your answer. Once you’re stripped completely of your bottoms, he adjusts himself on the bed, facing your core. Your heart beats faster and you feel like you’re hit by a supernova when he starts running his tongue between your folds.

You reach behind for his legs, grounding yourself as you roll your hips against his mouth. His hands roam over your hips, gripping your butt firmly, kneading your flesh as though he can’t get enough of you, craving to feel every inch.

Each flick of his tongue, each suckle, sends a wave of heat through you, making your head feel heavy and dazed, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of his tongue.

But through the haze of ecstasy, a desire to please him stirs within you. As you grind down on his tongue, you spit into your hand and reach behind, wrapping your fingers around his cock. The moment you begin to stroke him, Haknyeon lets out a low moan, the vibrations sending a shiver up your spine.

His grip on your hips tightens, almost possessive, and you know there will be marks tomorrow.

“Fuck, you're incredible, Y/N,” he groans, but you're too far gone to respond with words. Small noises and breathy grunts escape you instead, your strokes on his cock becoming faster, more insistent.

“Shit, I'm close...p-please, don't stop, Hak,” you whimper, the familiar fuzzy feeling coiling tightly in your belly, ready to snap.

Haknyeon responds by rubbing two fingers over your clit while his mouth remains relentless, sucking and kissing your folds with a hunger that pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

Suddenly, the world around you dissolves into flashes of color, and you feel weightless as your orgasm crashes over you. Haknyeon groans beneath you, his lips and tongue working to lap up every drop of your release, savoring the way you tremble above him.

When the haze of pleasure begins to fade, you glance down at him and giggle softly. His face is glistening, your juices all over his mouth. The sight is both erotic and endearing, especially with the way he’s looking at you—like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

You adjust yourself to lie on top of him, wiping your leftover juices off his face.

Haknyeon grips your waist when he feels your dripping cunt align with his cock, aching with need.

“Let me…return the favor” you slip his cock inside you, the thought of his size suddenly hits you once you fully sink down on him. The stretch makes you both moan into each other’s mouths. Haknyeon’s hand cups your cheek, his gaze soft, filled with adoration as his lips trail from your mouth down to your neck, easing you through the adjustment.

He rolls you over, taking control as he thrusts slowly, his movements deliberate. Your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving marks on his skin.

“Don’t be gentle...” You hook one leg around his waist, bucking your hips up to meet his. "I want you rough.”

A wicked smile plays on his lips as he leans in, his breath hot against yours. “Anything my princess wants,” he whispers, teasingly brushing his lips over yours before snapping his hips forward. His thrusts come hard and deep, just as you wanted. “My princess gets.”

[dontbesoweirdkira]

For a cunty request can I have a time traveler reader with any of mafia? Maybe Vico or Tommy?

A/N: oh this is going to be hilarious! Thank you for requesting…stay cunty😘✨ (hopefully I did your idea some justice. I didn’t entirely know what scenario you wanted so just some general thoughts)

Warnings: ⚠️a little bit of Joe Barbaro ⚠️

Masterlist

Requests: open 24/7

I’ve chosen Vito because have you ever seen those memes where it’s like, “a victorian child would probably have an aneurysm over this”, yeah…that would be Tommy if you appeared in his timeline

Like that man is stressed the hell out enough! Don’t go ruining his life further with your shenanigans.

Besides Vito would definitely take this far better than anyone else with the exception of the characters from mafia iii. My brother has been to prison, shipped out to war, and now suddenly in the mob…he’s definitely seen some unspeakable shit..

Every soldier has at least one paranormal experience…for him it just happened to be your dumb ass.

He’s not amused by you in the slightest at first..what the fuck is an iPhone and why are you dressed like an idiot? Are you high on something or just unwell?????

“Look Lady, I really don’t have time for this shit and I have places to be. If you need something there’s a Salvation Army right down the block..”

Of course you keep persisting that you’re perfectly fine and that you’re actually from the future. I can just imagine Vito speed walking away with an exasperated expression plastered across his face; you're just continuing to spew nonsense as you follow him.

“I-I don’t want to hear you talk about your fucking bullshit future! Please just go away.”

This man’s blood pressure is through the roof at this point. He’s even trying to physically shoo you away, if it wasn’t for his background he would’ve taken you to the police department.

“Okay do you want a dollar? Huh, will that make you finally stop yapping?? Actually, here take 20 and go away.”

Eventually he just gives up. You’re the most hard headed individual he’s ever encountered and he let’s you follow him. You’re obviously not giving this up.

Partly thinks this is some kind of prank Joe set up to get back at him.

So naturally his first instinct is go go find Joe because if he has to hear the crazy shit you’re spewing, so does he.

Worst. Mistake. Ever.

At first Joe is also trying to get you to leave his buddy alone. Even offering you money just like Vito did earlier but then a light bulb goes off!

Joe’s main mission in life is to piss off Vito and for him…golden opportunity right here for free.

“Sooo…Y/N was it? Tell me, if you are from the future, will Vito always be this fugly?”

“Oh shut the hell up for once would ya? This is a serious situation we have on our hands and you think this is the time to be making jokes??”

“Maybe not fugly but he will end up being a grumpy old man with no wife or kids.”

Joe absolutely loves you and you’re now besties

“Oohhhh no. You two will not be in cahoots!! Joe stop fucking around.”

Don’t worry, Vito eventually comes around to you. He kind of has to now that Joe is riding this thing so hard.

Neither one of them truly believes you though. At least not at first. It’s kind of difficult to prove until the event you’re warning them about actually comes to pass.

You are able to tell them extremely detailed facts and information about themselves and the mafia. You warn them about Henry and give tips about different tasks.

This made them suspicious of you and blew you off as some kind of narc for knowing so damn much. It wasn’t until things started becoming true, they came running right back to you.

They’re both feeling a mixture of excitement, concern and confusion.

Joe doesn’t understand that you only know main historical events and wants you to give him the winning numbers to the lottery.

Vito on the other hand thinks you’re some sort of crazy psychic or maybe one of them aliens from the film he had just seen.

Either way you’re definitely not from here.

Ultimately Vito doesn’t entirely know how to handle all of this. I don’t think anyone would ever be able to fully process this happening. After all you’ve predicted and protected him from, he just accepts that you’re who you say you are.

You’re not a threat to him and Joe seems to really enjoy having you around so I guess he doesn’t really mind you either. He lets you stay at his place too. It’s the least he could do after all your help and the shit he gave.

At least you’re not as bad as that kid, Marty.

[mirrow-hamato]

THE WAY I KNEW JD GAVE CLAY HIS SCAR THE WAY I K N E W IT!!

And yes! EK!Clay did get his scars from the Bergens! During the escape he got snagged on a claw and it ended up tearing him up pretty bad. The end result was being half blind and with exposed scarred skin that can’t grow fur anymore

As for how he’d react to that news imma gently stash that for my doodles later ;3c I got thoughts >;3c don’t u even fret bestie

(Very long post warning A.)

Haha well maybe it was a little but too obvious, was it?

Yea, when F!Clay was little (8 years old) He sneak out in John's room while he was sleeping. Just to make a small prank on him. When Clay head that John got up from the bed, he turned around right when John hitted him with his mechanical arm-claws. (The Bergens bite off his hand and he went very traumatised crazy after that day).

Likely for Clay - Bruce came on sounds and stopped John. Clay was unconscious for about three days and everyone was already sure that he would die, until one day Bruce heard lil' Floyd crying and he rushes in his room and sees that Clay was already there to calm down his little brother. Also John completely don't remember anything about that day except that he had a bad headache and nightmare. He never touched any of his brothers with his mechanical arm-claws after that day. (I even have a first design sketches for John Dory tho...)

Ah! Yes i knew that he got it from Bergens >w<. I actually had other idea for comics with EK!Clay and F!Clay that was about scars but then i decided made a funny comics about Bergens instead.

Oh wow you going to treat me with one more doodle, mate? How kind of you being so nice for such doom creature like me haha.

I'll keep looking forward for it! And thanks a lot, this day was actually feeling very special 💟💐 mwah 😘

[tallymonster]

Memories of Us Chapter 20 - Roses are Falling

AO3 || MASTERLIST

Sooooo this took a while 😅 been focusing on life more so the updates will take a min, also I need to finish my playthrough with Octavia to get more inspiration lmao. Anywaaayy here's the thing.

Thanks to @cheesy-cryptid for the blessing 😘

Also thanks to my besties @micropoe10 @tragedybunny and @mj-bites for hyping me up consistently while I talk to them about all my wackadoo ideas for this mess of a fic. Y'all my homegirls ❤️

Super special thanks to Rue tho, for letting me throw Colette in here. Love ya babe 😘

Soft candle light filled the room, dust particles danced in the small spotlight of sun that creeped through the shut curtains of Astarion’s office.

Astarion sat pensively behind the massive mahogany desk. Scattered around him were paperwork related to objects he’s received from a source in Reithwin, Gale’s notes about his sister’s preferences, and some other uninteresting letters to answer. He couldn't really concentrate on the task at hand, his mind still a torment of anxiety and worry.

Octavia had been back for about two weeks and Astarion felt as if she was pulling away from him a little. He wanted to ask her what was wrong, but each time he tried, she would come up with an excuse to go back to work, or somehow change the subject. She would nervously play with her hands and stammer out a reason to hide from him.

Astarion kept running through his mind, trying to find whatever moment was the catalyst towards her change in affections. He was fighting with himself to come up with a way of talking to her, when he heard a gentle rapping coming from his office door. Astarion takes his mind out of his thoughts, he takes a sharp breath, and releases a long sigh.

He groans, steadying himself and walks towards the door. Astarion runs his hands through his hair, adjusting his jacket before opening the heavy door to reveal Gale on the other side. “Oh, good afternoon, Gale. To what do I owe this pleasant visit?” Astarion steps out of the way, letting Gale pass him and take a seat in front of the desk.

“Are you busy later?” Gale asks, as Astarion makes his way over to join the younger man. “Athena and Sirilius are able to stop by the museum today, if you were available? Athena mentioned that she would much rather view the museum instead of hearing about it at dinner, if you didn't mind. I already asked Octavia and she's on board, I know I should have cleared it with you first, but isn't it you that says ‘it's better to ask for forgiveness than permission’?” he chuckles with a skewed smirk, looking up at Astarion.

Gale nervously averts his eyes from Astarion, anticipating his response; but instead of answering him, Astarion asks, “Speaking of Octavia..is she..well, has she been acting any differently towards you?”

Gale’s head tilted back a bit in surprise, “I, uh…no? She's been her usual self with me? Although, she's been a bit overly dedicated to helping me with Athena…as if she's trying to distract herself…and uh..well..I'm not sure how much I should tell you.”

Astarion’s eyes widen, his dark gray brows knit together in a worried state. He swallows nervously and responds shakily. “Go on.”

Gale nervously fiddles with his fingers before hesitantly continuing, “She seemed rather distraught when she came back from her vacation, but all she's told me is that she's been feeling pretty mournful over the sale of her childhood home. Even if it's still within her family, she feels as if that's the last part of her mother that was tangible. Now that it's gone, she felt as if everything was moving on, except for her.”

Of course it was that. How could I be so blind?

Astarion bites the inside of his cheek. He turns his head away from Gale and clears his dry throat, feeling it tighten up a bit. “Has she said anything else to you?” Astarion asks quietly, his stomach twisted as the words left his lips.

Gale is immediately suspicious; he had noticed the slight change in Octavia’s mood, but didn't think it had anything to do with Astarion. At least, not until this very moment. His eyes narrow, “What did you do, Astarion?"

Astarion’s head whips back in defense, his frown deepens and his eyebrows tilt downwards. “I didn't do anything. She won't speak to me! All she does is stare at me as if she's afraid of me! She won't say more than a few words to me, and when she does it's always ‘I’m fine, nothing's wrong, I have to get back to work.’ it's driving me FUCKING INSANE!”

Astarion stands, slamming his palms onto the cluttered desktop, making the whole thing shake. “I don't know what to do, I can't figure out what to say, how do I get her to talk to me?” He exhales a long drawn out breath, slumping back down onto his chair; his arms draped over the armrests, ego completely deflated.

After a few seconds of silence, Gale speaks, “Well, have you tried just talking to her? Really talking to her? A back and forth, listening, and supporting conversation?”

Astarion felt the underlying shame of yet again disregarding the feelings of someone he cares for. Would it be so simple as to ask Octavia how she was doing? Was he really that out of touch?

“If I may be honest?” Gale’s soft voice breaks through Astarion’s catastrophic thoughts, his red eyes meet the deep brown ones looking back at him. Astarion nods for Gale to continue.

“Put yourself back to that time where you were alone. How utterly devastating it feels to lose your home, your family, your loved ones? Yes, she has her father, she has us, but what she's truly mourning is the loss in general. Astarion, her mother was everything to her.

Give her time to process the changes happening, be there to hold her hand when she's sad, to listen to her when she's feeling lost, and for the love of all the Gods out there, tell her how you feel. Everyone can see how much she means to you. Stop denying it, welcome it.”

Astarion stared at the younger man with an open-mouthed look. He never thought that he could have that much influence over someone as headstrong and brilliant as Octavia.

“Astarion, you can have the past to look fondly on, and to reminisce, but that does not mean that the future is something you have to avoid. Moving on is a hard, painful, and lonesome thing, but it doesn't have to be so. You can help her with that. Maybe the both of you can help each other.” Gale stands and walks over to the other side of the desk, he puts a hand on Astarion’s shoulder and gives it a soft pat.

“Athena and Sirilius will be here soon, I promised to meet them for lunch, so I must take my leave. Please don't let things with Octavia dissuade you from trying. I know it's difficult, but for someone like her, I can imagine that it is very much worth it.”

Astarion takes a short breath and places his hand on Gale's, giving it an affirmative squeeze. He turns to his friend and nods, “Yes, mustn’t keep dear Athena waiting. Gods know how your sister is going to transform my museum, I'd better make a good introduction so she doesn't change it too much eh, darling?”

Gale pulls back and smiles at Astarion. He shakes his head and laughs softly, walking to the door. Before he leaves, Astarion calls out “Thank you. I very much treasure our friendship.” Gale glanced back, a sincere smile grew on his face. “As do I, Astarion.”

They nod at each other and Gale exits the room. Astarion is left alone in his spacious office, he sighs and spins his chair to face the window. By this point, the sun was well over the other side of the museum. The light that streamed through his window is now concentrated on the gardens below.

He opened the curtain to let the fresh air in, the smell of the sweet flowers that bloomed in late summer surrounded him. In his musings, he picked up a particular scent mixed into the delicate bouquet of the season’s blooms.

Astarion approaches the window, peering down onto the garden’s courtyard. There, he notices Octavia sitting on one of the benches surrounding the fountain in the middle of the yard. Her hair is down, tied away from her face with a pink ribbon, the long, blue black tresses softly dance in the light breeze that blows.

She's reading a leather bound book, flower petals are blown gently around her. As she flips the pages of her book, Astarion allows Gale’s words to sink in.

‘You can have the past to look fondly on, that does not mean that the future is something you have to avoid.’

Octavia had given him so much already, could a future be in the cards for them as well?

He kept watching her silently as she brushed a stray lock away from her face. How he wished he could be down there, enjoying the warmth of the sun and her company. He longed to feel the way he and his beloved used to.

Would she allow him to sleep nestled with his head on her lap? Would she let him explore her body in the light of the sun? His desires would remain locked up tightly in the deepest parts of himself.

Astarion kept his eyes on her, fading away into his memories when he noticed Octavia had lifted her rounded sunglasses, her bright green eyes meeting his.

Her face softened, and she smiled at him, waving sweetly at him. She closes her book and stands, walking towards the nearest entrance.

Astarion rises to his feet, and sprints out onto the main hallway. If he walks quickly enough, he can run into her before she reaches her office on the farther side of the administrative wing. As he makes his way down the hall, he can hear Octavia speaking to Colette, one of the librarians from the research library. He lingers behind a wall nearby and listens to their conversation.

“So it's true then, Gale’s sister and her fiance are actually getting married here? Mr. Ancunin allowed it? How did they manage that?” Colette asked.

“Gale had a very convincing argument. I was there when he presented the idea to Asta- Mr. Ancunin…you should have seen it. He had it all together, the whole plan and execution was definitely a team effort on his and his sister’s parts.” Octavia replies, she was clearly downplaying her own part in swaying Astarion to agree.

“Wow, must've been some argument. Mr. Ancunin isn't usually one for allowing private events, but I guess Gale is one of his favorites after all.” Colette teases, giggling while Octavia sighs and laughs softly.

“I don't know what you're talking about, Cole. I’m sure I haven't done a thing to suggest otherwise.” Octavia’s voice sounded playful, coquettish even. It gave Astarion a bit of hope that all would be fine soon.

Colette scoffs, “Yeah, I'm sure. Well, I gotta get back to work, not all of us get to help with a fancy wedding and get to spend time with the incredibly hot and sexy heads of the museum. I'm super jealous by the way, you'll have to come to my place and spill all the tea one of these days.”

Octavia laughs a bit, each time Astarion hears it, the sound sends his undead heart into a flutter.

“It probably won't be after this whole wedding business is taken care of. I won't know how long it's gonna be until I have free time. Don't worry, though, I'll keep you in the loop. Gotta have our biweekly bitch sessions right?”

The two women laugh softly and bid each other farewell. Astarion quickly and quietly makes his way towards the middle of the hallway. He looks out toward the window to make it seem as if he was lost in thought, masking his eavesdropping.

Astarion can hear the soft click of Octavia’s heels grow louder as she makes her way towards him.

She stands at his side and looks out the window with him. After a few moments, she glances at him and breaks the silence between them.

“The flowers out there are beautiful. You did a wonderful job picking them out when you built the gardens.”

Astarion smiles, he turns to look at her and finds a small white oleander flower from the shrubbery in the gardens nestled in her hair. He reaches over and gently picks it out, brushing her hair behind her ear. Octavia shudders a bit and sighs. Astarion noted her reaction, a small blush grew across her cheeks and the tips of her slightly pointed ears.

His hand lingered on her face, his thumb softly brushing her cheek. He leans in close to her neck, his breath a whisper on her skin, “You feel warm, freshly sun-kissed. Radiant like the sun itself. Absolutely resplendent.”

Octavia was glowing in return, she hadn't felt this kind of affection from Astarion before. A side of her wondered if it was part of an act, more of the lies he tells to serve his own needs. The other side melted at his touch, it bled and breathed for him. She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and exhales slowly through her lips.

“Not at work, Star…” Octavia gently warns, she pulls away from him, trying hard to ignore the warmth that settled in her stomach.

Astarion bit his lip, he felt a small rush of anxiety run throughout his body. Calm down, she has a point. Don't want to make things more difficult.

“Right, of course, love. I’m sorry. You’ve just been so preoccupied with helping Gale. I’ve missed spending time with you. Missed being around you in general. You're kind of addictive.” He ends with a small smile, hesitant to ask her how she's doing.

“I’m sorry, Gale’s been so stressed about this whole thing going well. He wants to make sure Athena is happy and that you won't regret allowing this. He respects you so much and he doesn't want you to feel like he's taking advantage of your friendship by asking for everything he has been.

So I've been trying to lighten his load by helping him out. Athena and I have been writing to each other for a few days and I have taken the liberty of being her liaison. Half wedding planner, half museum staff. How about that?” Octavia shrugs with a tired smile. Astarion could tell both she and Gale were working themselves to the bone trying to appease everyone.

Astarion felt the seed of guilt plant itself into his heart, he is contributing to this and it's not helping anyone aside for himself and Athena.

“Don't. It should be me apologizing to you. You came back from your trip and I'm already throwing you into another complicated situation.” Astarion turns to face her fully, reaching out to hold her hand. “I’m still getting used to thinking about others' needs before my own, but I am here if you ever wish to confide in me. That has not changed. It will never change.”

Octavia keeps her gaze locked onto his face, while Astarion keeps his locked onto their intertwined hands. She tries to decipher his motives, unsure of what to say. So instead she leans in and kisses his cheek.

She pulls away and rubs her thumb on the top of his hand, feeling the small tremble that came from him slowly fade away. “How are you feeling about all of this? You'll tell me if it's too much, yes?” Astarion’s voice softly questioned.

Octavia nods, “Thank you. I will.” I'll tell you everything when I figure it out for myself.

Astarion relaxes and nods back. He glances out to the garden yet again, as he and Octavia hold hands in silence.

A few minutes pass when he feels a tingling sensation in the back of his ear, he hears Gale’s voice softly break through and speak.

~I’m back with our guests, meet me in the atrium? Bring Octavia with you, please. Athena is excited to meet her in particular.~

As convenient as those Send spells were, they always came at the worst time.

“Well, it seems our couple and Gale have arrived. Are you prepared to make this the wedding of the century?” Astarion asks Octavia, wrapping her hand around his arm and leading them towards the grand entrance of the museum.

Octavia walks beside him, matching his long strides after a second. She was a few inches shorter than him, but her heels made up for it. They walk down the hallway, a myriad of paintings and statues keep watch of them as they continue arm in arm. The hasty click of her heels muffled by the red carpets that lined the floors.

As they reach the end of the hall, Astarion turns his body towards her, pressing his back to the door. Octavia looks up at him, a puzzled expression painted on her face. “Why have you been avoiding me?”

“Astarion, I hardly think this is the time-”

“Then when?” Astarion responds, cutting Octavia off and fighting everything within him not to react harshly.

A tense silence fell between them, Octavia’s breath hitched and she huffs out in a frustrated hum. “How about tonight? After we do this whole act of being excited for people we don't know for a friend who has done so much for us?

It's the least we can do for him, and if it ends up being fun, then we go from there. I'm not trying to avoid you, really. I’m just going through a lot of shit right now, and it would be nice to forget about it for a minute? So tonight, if you’d like?”

The corner of Astarion’s lip twitches upwards, “Would you? I am willing to do anything you ask of me, have I not proven it to you yet? If I haven't, how can I?”

Octavia looked away from him, she wanted to confront him, to ask what his intentions with her were. Would he love her and leave her like he did to Tav? Would he stay? Was this even real to him?

Instead, she answers his first question, “Yes. I would. There's a place down the road from here. I used to go there when I was looking for jobs around the city. A little hole in the wall sort of place. They make really good blood sausage if you're the type that likes blood?” she ends with a smirk, attempting to push past him.

Unfortunately for her, Astarion is not only taller than her, but much stronger as well. Her efforts to shove past him end with her pressing into his chest as he blocks her way out. “And if I'm not? Would you oppose me possibly having my meal in a more intimate location? Perhaps we could have our own private tour of the grounds?”

Octavia sighs and rolls her eyes, laughing as she shakes her head. “You're shameless. Come on, let's go meet the happy couple. We can figure out the details afterwards.” she pats Astarion’s shoulder, prompting him to step out of the way. As she walks past him, his eyes linger on her body. Watching the sway of her hips and the taut fabric hugging her curves.

Trying not to stare at her was going to be difficult, good thing those sunglasses were for more than hiding his eye color. He pulls them out of his coat pocket and slips them on, the suave and aloof veil that easily becomes his face.

[icallhimjoey]

Sunshine Blend Dark Roast is such a roller coaster and I love roller coasters and I also love games 😈…

God, that selfie thing made me cringe so hard…also, reader is so relatable?! I wish, I were more like her.

As always, perfectly written. 👌🏻

Have a nice day, babes 😘

bestie ima take for a riiiiiiiiiiide today! Wordcount: 2.3K

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Sunshine Blend Dark Roast

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

When Joe walked in the next day, you had your hand ready, resting on the tower of large brown paper cups and you glared at him threateningly. Like a western stand-off. A cowboy with their hand near their pistol, ready to pull it out and shoot as soon as the other made a move.

Joe saw. Eyed your hand, stayed quiet for a little bit and then let his eyes bounce between your face and your hand and you seemed... genuinely upset about something. So Joe caved.

"Can I get–"

You hurriedly took a paper cup, wrote down Joe, and then, typed it in on the cash register to make Joe pay. Didn't wait for Joe's order. Didn't wait for Joe to give you a random name. Didn't tell him that this one was on the house. You made Joe pay, and Joe grinned a little, realised this was a game he'd now won, and happily tapped his card to the machine. You hated every second of it and weren't holding back on letting him see that. Letting him feel that.

“So, you paid?”

Joe had just stuck his wallet back into his pocket, checked the pin machine, was about to say, yes, I did, because the payment seemed to have gone through, but you didn't mean today. Obviously you didn't mean today.

“You just went and paid? Thought you could just do that, go behind my back? Go and pay?!"

Yes, that’s exactly what Joe thought. He thought he understood the game. He thought this was how he could play. But the sunbeam of a girl in front of him was now a solar flare. You were no longer dripping with honey, or caramel, or any other type of syrupy sweetness. You still looked delicious, and Joe really wanted to go in for another bite if he could find the guts, but you looked like you were about to explode into high ejections of hot lava.

Joe remembered Jamie saying, “Oh she’s like the sun, that one. Got to be careful, if you stare long enough, you’ll go blind.” And this was like that. But vicious, and scary. No fun. 

“Look at me and all my money,” you muttered, now making Joe’s drink, moving around without any care, slamming things down, picking things up like you were going to throw them like a pitcher in a baseball game. No more sunbeams, but just, a scary summer storm, raging. “Can’t appreciate a free drink when he gets one,”

“Forty-seven.” Joe interrupted you, and for the first time in weeks, he surprised you. Made you look up at him with rounded eyes, just for a second, because you realised, Joe had counted. 

“They were forty-seven free drinks. Appreciated all of them, said thank you every time,” 

Your rigid movements made something drop behind the counter. Joe didn’t see what it was, and you didn’t move to pick it up. Kept angry eyes on a boring cup of coffee you were making for whoever the fuck Joe was going to tell you he was that day.

Joe felt a small bite of guilt in his stomach. Had he ruined it? Had he misread the situation? Again? What did you want from him? There was always something people wanted, and even if they didn't ask, it was always so easy to tell what it was that they wanted.

So why then not with you? Why was Joe always guessing with you? And then, always getting it wrong with you? You'd given him free coffee every day for weeks, and for what purpose? What was the reason? Just to make him owe you? Was that it? Ugh, Joe couldn't stand it.

What did you want?

The first beats of The Proclaimers' 500 Miles filled the shop and Joe knew these were happy beats you would usually dance to. Except you didn't move this time. Joe was sad he couldn’t see your feet from where he was standing, because you were doing a stellar job at not moving a single muscle in your upper body, but he would put money down on the fact that at least one of your feet was tapping along.

God, you really were a sore loser, weren’t you? A very pretty one, very cute, all frowny and pouty, but a very very sore one, too.

“Are you... you can’t seriously be upset that I paid an outstanding bill, can you?” Joe kept his voice down, leant over the counter at the end where he'd pick up his drink in a second, tried to keep this conversation a little private.

This song was getting to you. Joe's worried face was getting to you. You were so close to breaking. So close.

“Can you?” his eyebrows knitted up higher. So expressive. You kind of loved it.

Okay. Enough. You let one corner of your mouth curl up, only slightly. Very small.

Jamie had called you the sun, but he had also said, “She’s like a party,” when Joe asked, “See what she’s like?” as they’d stepped out of the shop that day, coffees in hand. You were like a party, Jamie said, one that you didn’t want to finish, that made you make stupid choices, that would have you end up in a stranger’s house with a group of people you’d never met before in your life just because you didn’t want it to end. Needed it to go on for longer. Some nights weren’t allowed to just be over all of a sudden, and neither was this. Joe had ended a game. He hadn’t lost. You hadn’t won. It was done, but it couldn’t just be over.

But Joe seemed genuinely worried, and this was good song, and to be honest, your boss had started giving you suspicious eyes and you were afraid that maybe your coworker had dropped a comment that your boss wasn't meant to hear. Joe paying for all of his coffees was ultimately a good thing.

You were just a sore loser. And you still wanted to play. And then Joe was worried.

So you smiled - but only a little - as you handed Joe his large americano, and before you let go of it completely, said, “You better think of one hell of a way to make that up to me, Ed,” You almost said Eddie. Almost. And with a twist of your wrist, made sure your fingers brushed against each other before you let Joe take it.

The bright red that rose to his cheeks made up for everything. Joe walked out, smiling like a loon, feeling all warm and tingly on the inside.

Joe didn't come in the next day, and you weren't stupid, because Joe had work things, surely. But he did come in the day after, and it was a little busy, so you hadn't seen him come in, only noticed he was there when it was his turn.

“Let's get a coffee,” Joe said, chin slightly raised, a confident playful smile on his face.

You looked at him for a second, narrowed your eyes, not trusting this upbeat attitude from him, but, sure. Of course he could get a coffee. He was going to pay for it again, though, those glory days were over for Joe, and by his own hand too.

“Sure, boring same old same old?”

You were already reaching for a large brown paper cup when you heard him cough a laugh. You could’ve mistaken it for a scoff, or even a sob, and you saw how Joe let his head hang for a second. It gave you the perfect view of the tips of his ears which were suspiciously flushed already.

“No,”

Wow. What? You stopped in your tracks. Huge eyes on Joe. No?!

Joe had taken a full day to work up the courage. This was going to be mortifying, but he was going to do it. Surely, it was what you were after, and he actually didn’t mind the idea of it. Did he fully trust it? No. But he wore a smile, wore confident eyes, wore this version of himself that he’d let the lighter parts of his brain muster up after thinking of the best possible outcome. He had to be quick. Get it out fast, before the dark parts would take over. So he wore a smile, wore confident eyes, and he wore them like armour. Because he still needed a bit of protection, didn't he?

You stayed unpredictable, and scary, like a dark ride in a theme park. A rollercoaster in pitch black. Fun and adrenaline inducing, but terrifying and with dark corners Joe couldn’t see into. And did he really want to see into those corners? That would totally ruin the whole ride, wouldn't it?

It was a constant battle between wanting to know more, get the answers from you that Mr Self-doubt clearly needed, but also, let you exist as this mysterious, lovable, gorgeous lucky charm of a person that boosted the moods of everyone that accidentally got too close.

Joe wanted to know the technicalities behind the magic trick that you were, but also wanted to marvel in awe and pretend that the magic was actually real.

A never-ending back and forth. Confusion and delight. Never sure of your motive. Never sure if that voice was right, or had it completely wrong.

Today, Joe decided that he was going to be that voice himself, even if he could only manage to hold onto that for the duration of him being in the coffee shop.

He was the voice, even if it was stuttery, and even if it was going to crack like a prepubescent schoolboy. He was going to be the voice today, and he was going to use it to ask you an important question.

Joe lifted his head back up, looked you straight in the eye, cleared his throat which gave away his nerves, and said,

“No, I meant, let’s go out. Get a coffee. Together, sometime,”

He got the words out as he rubbed sweaty palms together slowly. You had done nothing to get him this nervous. He'd done that all by himself today, like a big boy.

“Well, well, well,” you plopped the paper cup back onto its tower.

For a moment, you just looked at Joe. Let your lips go from being sucked into your mouth, to a pucker. Let your eyes go from big, rounded, eyebrows raised high, to narrow little slits, almost hidden behind a frown. You let Joe’s words sit there for a minute. Thought them over carefully. Made him sweat a bit more. Joe’s smile got smaller by every second that passed, and just before it was completely gone, you turned your head to look at your coworker, then around the shop and shouted,

“Nobody look at me!”

Of course it did the opposite, made everyone look at you directly, and made Joe cringe. Inwardly, though, where you couldn’t see.

You leant a bit closer, lowered your voice, pretended you tried to make your conversation a bit more private, even though you’d literally just pulled everyone’s attention onto whatever you were going to say.

“All right,” you bit your lip in a bad attempt to hide a smile.

An awkward chuckle on an exhale from Joe followed.

“I get off at three,”

Oh my God, Joe thought. So direct. Being asked out on a date and then proposing to meet later on that same day? Joe would have never even thought of it as an option, would have never gone for it, and a part of him was already searching for excuses. No, maybe next weekend? Or even tomorrow? When I've had time to mentally prepare a bit more? But Joe was his own voice still, the best case scenario guy, and so he smiled, blushed, and nodded.

“Great. Then I’ll see you at three.”

And then you just stared. Looked into each other's eyes. Joe's eyes were like weapons of mass destruction, you thought. He better be real careful what he aimed those at. They were fine to look directly at you, though. Gave you a chance to get lost in them a little. Swim around inside them for a bit.

You grinned, and let Joe grin back at you, and in a terribly disgusting turn of events, you felt your own face burn up.

You smiled, and you blushed and you were definitely holding up the queue together, because by now two other people had walked in, but Joe had just asked you out on a date with him and you wanted to make this moment last longer. It couldn’t just be over. Not so fast.

Your colleague disagreed, and cleared his throat loudly, making the both of you turn to look at him.

“Are you going to order a large americano, or what?” stern eyes at Joe.

“Oh! Yes, please,”

You grinned, grabbed a paper cup, nearly dropped it because, oh my God, Joe was staring at you, stop it right now Sir, and found your sharpie with clumsy fumbly fingers.

“Name?”

“Eddie.”

Mother fucker used the joke you’d so very nearly used two days ago when you’d called him Ed. What an idiot.

“Of course.”

You wrote down Joe, and let him pay.

Joe thought he understood. You accepted, and so it was confirmed. You wanted something from him, and now he had finally figured out what it was. Joe understood now. And although not opposed, he predicted he was probably going to enjoy this too, knew it was just going to be what it was. A transaction. Just like with everyone else. It was a little different, because it had taken him this long to figure it out, and he was wary still, like he had been wary for months now.

But you wanted something from Joe, and Joe had just decided to hand it over.

Joe understood now.

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