#have a nice day as always friend!! ���

[mossterunderthebed]

oho. ohohoho. now to make it goyuu... i need a knight au

ooh what if they're from different kingdoms. and yuuji is the king's only remaining relative so he is unfortunately the Heir. and was dragged to the palace after his uncle found where his father had taken his grandson away from the palace to live out his days in ignominity because he was once a great general but his son sukuna who was greater even than him instigated a violent takeover and disposed of half the previous nobility

and hes a tyrant but a lot of the commoners love him because to be fair his actual policies arent too bad just bloody as fork and super strict and hes big into conquest which hey makes money and brings their country glory so it works.

enter gojo.

emperor of neighboring empire thats not technically much bigger in terms of land mass but has way more people (this has advantages and disadvantages). and yuuji has risen to the rank of general and is known as the tiger of the west which he thinks is embarrassing. and he hates that that's what the people know about him and what they like about him because he wants to be a good ruler. but he doesnt know how only he doesnt think it should be like sukuna rules

and then gojo who ofc would lead his own armies so he and yuuji end up clashing in an unexpected place. and gojo uses guerilla/ambush tactics they werent expecting bc they thought they had the advantage of numbers and yuuji is captured.

and he expects to be tortured and stuff but this gojo guy is actually... really nice? and insanely smart? and really funny too? and pretty handsome too wow ok. and then they kind of end up becoming friends?? and yuuji confides that he doesnt know how to rule well but he really admires gojo whos so smart and has gathered such good people to him (unlike many people who have critisised him as being honourless because of his tactics but its because he and yuuji both understand the value of a life as opposed to expectations of 'character' which is actually just a load of crap the nobles to make themselves sound/look good)

and yea i dont know things snowball and in the end they have a long-lasting long distance love affair until gojo's heir (yuuta) comes of age. bc surprise surprise gojo never wanted to rule esp not after the betrayal of his closest advisor and best friend in his youth. and finally he goes to live w yuuji who disposed of his own uncle in a very moving morally heart-clenching scene

and they live happily ever after and travel back and forth a lot and every time gojo visits his home he acts outrageously but hes still always just as intimidating as ever and even in his late forties h makes a soldier who spoke out of turn piss himself in a public spar.

and he and yuuji are insufferably chaotic and loving until they die and are buried side by side on the land yuuji rehabilitated (his childhood home w his grandfather that was wrecked by sukuna) and they plant little yellow and blue wildflowers over the graves and years in the future the two crossbreed and spawn a lovely little new breed of flower that symbolizes the powerful kind of love that would wait for years and years. a patient kind of love.

and centuries later records are found of them and the graves are unearthed and little artifacts are found and their letters and etc etc etc and their love story becomes known as one of the greatest of all time and stories and plays and poetry are written about it and their letters are translated and published and are turned into a saying 'i would write you a thousand letters' which basically means 'i would love you with dedication through great obstacles and hardship' or more simply, 'i will love you even when its hard.'

and yeap thats the that.

Bonus: at the very very very end theres a little cutscene of their reincarnations meeting for the first time after accidentally bumping into each other and gojo drops something so yuuji kneels and offers it to him and for a second they both get mad deja vu and just stop and stare at each other like they're the most beaufiful thing the other has seen and for that moment rest of the world doesnt exist

*holds back tears* and then they fall in love and get married and adopt some cats and maybe a kid and live in a cozy apartment and stay together for a whole 'nother lifetime and retire to the Sendai countryside and tend to a garden full of Their Flowers which they find out on the second date are both of their favorites for a reason neither of them can quite describe and ughhhhhhhhhhhh

sorry i got emotional. ok bye.

horniest battle moments:

- taking your ally's weapon out of their scabard to use yourself

- using someone else's shoulder as a rifle stand

- nudging someone's chin up with the tip of your weapon

- freezing with your blades against one another's throats, breathing into each other's mouths

[holylulusworld]

How to cure a grump (5)

Summary: You’re losing your job on Christmas.

Pairing: CEO/Boss!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: grumpy Bucky, mistaken identity, kinda fake dating trope, snowed-in trope

How to cure a grump (4)

How to cure a grump masterlist

On Christmas Eve, the room is crowded with family, friends, neighbors, and, well, your former boss. He still sticks out with his expensive suit, polished shoes, and his whole aura.

Oddly, people like to chat with him. Bucky is a natural when it comes to wrapping people around his finger.

You can’t do much about it tonight. If you yell at him, drag him out of the room, or, what you love to imagine, choke the life out of him for being a jerk, people could get suspicious.

Smiling at the thought, you hide in a corner, watching Bucky joke with the people who do not know what an asshole he truly is.

You grit your teeth and huff. It was foolish of them to judge the book by its cover this time. Yes, he’s got a pretty façade, but deep down inside, Bucky Barnes is rotten. You’re sure about it.

“Why the face?” Your mother nudges your side. “People love him, Munchkin. No need to worry. We all hated John from the beginning, and he turned out a jerk. Trust our instinct.”

Bucky looks your way, watching you when you’re not looking. He can still feel your lips and wonder what came over him. Not two days ago, you were nothing but an employee to him, and then he kissed you.

“Man, you dismantled Walker like a pro,” your cousin laughs and shakes Bucky’s hand. “About damn time someone put him in his place. I’d done the same, but Y/N didn’t want me to say a thing. She told me to let it slip and moved across the country instead.”

“So, I heard,” Bucky hums. “Y/M/N told me they had a business together. A company?”

“Uh—they wanted to open a business together. John not only cheated on her but also stole her idea. She’s so smart and wastes her time at the office. I heard her boss is a jerk too, letting her work overtime and do her colleague’s work.”

“He must be an asshole,” Bucky replies with a smirk. He loves hearing all the insults your cousin calls your boss. “Did she tell you all about him?”

“No. Y/N never complains. She only said she’d take the next flight because she had to stay later this week too. Y/N was always too good for this world. Helped everyone around, you know,” your cousin brags. “I just know she offers her help to co-workers, and they tried to take advantage of her kindness.”

“I think Y/N is capable of putting people in their place too,” Bucky replies. He appreciates that your cousin tries to defend you but knows you better. “No one takes advantage of her.”

Your cousin grins before patting Bucky’s shoulder. “I already like you.” He chortles. “Oh, I gotta take care of my girl now.”

Bucky nods, as his eyes drift toward you again. Ever so often his mind drifts back to the moment he kissed you.

“You’re staring,” your aunt chuckles, catching Bucky staring at you. “I know you’re head over heels for my niece, but don’t undress her with your eyes while being around her family.”

“What?” Bucky dips his head to glance at your aunt.

She chuckles again and pats his arm. “Aw, don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me. I know Y/N is lovely.”

Bucky furrows his brows. All he did was look your way. Why your aunt thinks he had something dirty in mind is beyond him.

“Phew...that was…nice,” Bucky says as you watch your mom say goodbye to the last guest, your aunt. “Do you always host a Christmas party for the neighbors and half of town?”

“Most of our neighbors would be alone on Christmas Eve, just like my mom. They are long divorced, widowed, and their kids don’t come around before or after Christmas,” you explain while Bucky watches you. “And family is family, you know. They all have their own family and will spend the rest of Christmas and New Year’s Eve with them.”

He nods thoughtfully and says, “I guess you’re better at opening your home for people. My parents only ever hosted Christmas parties for business partners.”

“Figures,” you bite your tongue and curse yourself for your response. “I meant it’s smart to invite business partners for Christmas. They feel valued that way.”

Bucky quirks a brow but says nothing. He’ll let it slip, knowing you’re not wrong.

“Anyway,” he fakes a yawn. “It was a long day, and I need to call Steve in the morning. He needs to take care of a few things while I’m stuck here.”

“And whose fault is that?” You huff. Bucky still tries to blame you for his friend’s mistake. “I didn’t ask you to come here.”

“Yours,” he grins. “You made me come out here.”

“It was your friend not telling you about our conversation.”

“Relax,” he laughs. “I know it was Steve messing shit up, okay. You’re not to blame.” Bucky got up from the couch, just in time to bid your mom goodnight.

She furrows her brows as your former boss makes his way upstairs.

“Munchkin, don’t you want to join him?” She snickers when you roll your eyes. “I know you did more than cuddle. You’re a grown woman and have needs. I understand, Y/N. With a man like James around, a woman can get all tingly.”

“Mom!” You groan. “It’s not like that.”

“I know love is tough. How about we call it a day, and you can go back to denying you don’t like the handsome man sleeping under my roof? She flashes you a warm smile before pulling you into a hug. “Maybe he’s a little snobby on the outside, but I think James has a good heart. He’s just not used to showing it…”

Once again, you toss and turn. Your mother’s words still echo in your mind, and your lips still tingle from Bucky’s kiss.

“Christ, get over it. It was one fucking kiss,” you groan and slam your fist into the mattress. “It wasn’t even that good. Even if he tasted good and his lips perfectly fit with yours. Stupid... just stupid. He’s an asshole who fired you two days before Christmas.”

You turn on your side and decide to sleep it off. Soon Bucky will be out of town and out of your life. When he’s gone, you can try to explain to your mother who he is…

“Hmmm…” you murmur in your sleep. Somehow, you’re warm, very warm. It feels like a heating blanket wrapped itself around your body to keep you warm—or rather hot. “Fuck…warm.”

Wiggling in your sleep, you try to fend the heat off. You groan and shift again as it’s too heavy. “Warm…” Your eyes slowly open as you try to turn in your bed. It’s impossible. Something, or rather someone, wrapped himself around your body. “What the fuck!”

“What? Where?” Bucky jolts up on your bed. He looks at you lying next to him. “What are you doing in my bed?”

“What am I doing in your bed?” You sit up and huff. “This is my room and my bed. Get out! This is not some case of only one bed!”

“I—” he looks around the room, frowning deeply. Bucky ruffles his disheveled hair, trying to remember how he ended up in your bed. “Did we—?” He looks you up and down, licking his lips.

“What? NO!” You slap his chest, realizing too late he’s not wearing a shirt. “We didn’t have sex! Did you drink yourself to sleep?”

“Maybe I got a little drunk,” he murmurs and falls back onto your bed. Just now you smell the alcohol on him. “I was so lonely, and Steve ignored my calls. He fucked my vacation up, and now I’m stuck here and can’t even—”

You watch him turn on his side. “Hey, go back to your room.” You poke his back, but Bucky won’t budge. “What did I do to deserve this?”

You sigh and fall back on your pillow. There’s no way you can move Bucky. Turning your back on Bucky, you huff. “If your hands wander, you’ll lose them…”

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[accio-sriracha]

"What's it like?" Regulus asked quietly, staring at the stars from their hiding spot in the garden.

"What's what like?" Sirius replied.

Regulus turned to look at him, the grass tickling his nose, "Being in love."

Sirius' eyes never moved from the stars, "Why do you ask?"

Regulus shrugged, "Just curious, I guess."

There was a long pause, Regulus assumed Sirius was trying to find the right words.

"It's sort of like falling." He explained, "It's slow at first. You don't even realise it. One day you notice the colour of their eyes is deeper than you thought. Less plain brown and more... chocolate coloured. The next time it's hearing their laugh and feeling yourself smile without meaning to, like your body wants to react, like the sound is... healing, I guess."

He paused again, finally moving to face Regulus.

Regulus nodded for him to go on.

"Eventually, all of the things you used to do as friends feel... bigger. Every touch doesn't feel so casual anymore. Everytime they say your nickname it's less of a joke and more like a secret, something sacred between the two of you."

He sighed, "Then, one day, you look up and realise how far you've fallen. And it's like there's no turning back. Everything reminds you of them. Everytime you make a joke you look to them first, to see if they're laughing. Everytime they walk in a room it's like nothing else matters." He laughed softly, the sound was nostalgic, "You find yourself looking for reasons to talk to them. Anything to be close to them, to feel their touch. Nothing is casual anymore, there's always... meaning, always something more left unsaid. It's understanding someone so deeply, and having them know you too."

Regulus smiled, "That sounds nice." He whispered.

Sirius nodded, "Yeah, it is."

"I want to have that some day." Regulus sat up, playing with a blade of grass between his fingertips.

Sirius sat up too, his own smile reassuring, "You will." He nodded, "Anyone would be lucky to have you."

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

Regulus pulled away from the pensive, his eyes filled with tears.

"May I be excused, professor?" Regulus asked.

The professor nodded, continuing his lesson on finding a positive memory for conjuring a patronus.

Regulus walked out into the hallway. His hands shook as he scrubbed the tears from his face.

And, of course, a voice from behind him caught his attention,

"Reggie! Hey, I thought you had defense class this hour?"

Regulus turned, meeting the deep chocolate brown of Potter's eyes. His stomach flipped as it always did when they were together.

"I do." He sniffed.

Potter caught the look on his face and his smile dropped. At once he was standing in front of Regulus, pulling him into a tight embrace.

"Hey, it's okay. It's okay, I'm here." He soothed, his hands rubbing Regulus' shoulders.

Regulus couldn't help the laugh that escaped him, because the touch sent sparks across Regulus' skin.

Potter frowned, leaning back to look at him again,

"Are you alright?" He asked.

Regulus shook his head, his smile appearing of its own accord,

"I think im in love with you." He whispered.

Potter's eyes widened, he leaned back a little further, "Do you have a concussion? You sound loopy. We should get you to the nurse."

Regulus stopped him mid-stride as Potter began to lead him down the corridor. He shook his head, tears filling his eyes again,

"I'm serious, Jamie. I'm in love with you."

Neither of them made the Sirius joke, Regulus had never once seen Potter speechless like this.

Eventually, he seemed to find his voice again,

"You're in love with me?" He repeated slowly.

Regulus nodded, "I am."

James took a while to process this. Regulus realised he probably should have waited to give the news when Potter wasn't on his way to the lavatory.

He was just about to apologise when Potter took both of his hands in his own,

"I've loved you for as long as I can remember."

The words hit Regulus harder than he could have ever imagined.

Before either of them could get out another word, Potter was pulling him into a sweeping kiss.

Regulus knew without a doubt this was the feeling Sirius had been describing all those years ago.

But he was wrong about one thing.

Regulus was the lucky one.

[rachelvelascoart]

I got to spend the entire year chasing my dream of doing art related jobs full time and I got SO close i'm convinced it will happen this year. I do set design, scene painting and prop fabrication now and I have connections to a galllery that might let me do a show this year. I moved out of our crappy apartment into a rental house with some friends and now i get to see them all the time. I GM'd a long campaign for the first time in Lancer. I got way better at time management and I dont spend days feeling like i didnt accomplish anything. I celebrated my third wedding anniversary and my husband is really really cool. I got my mom out of a time share scam. I managed to avoid the adult syndrome of "Halloween/ Christmas dont feel like Halloween/ Christmas this year" I learned how to make really good soup AND i learned how to make macaroni and cheese sauce from scratch. I read so many books! Including Pride and Prejudice, and Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, which i have always wanted to read. I tried getting a booth at a couple vendor shows and conventions and I did pretty well at ALL of them. I suckered more of my friends into learning how to paint minis with me. I decorated our kitchen to look like it was owned by a wizard. I pet so many dogs! Much more than normal for the year! I have an art/theater mentor now and she is so nice! I got to see a total solar eclipse with the glasses and everything and it was the most beautiful thing i've ever seen. I told my mom Im bisexual. I got to go see the Beetlejuice Musical on my birthday! I got to see the Dracula Comedy of Terrors play that got memed to death and it was SO GOOD and completely rerouted the way my brain thinks about set design. I went on a lot of completely unnecessary road trips and i had a blast on all of them. I learned I LOVE roadtrips. I will take them for any reason going to any destination. This "once a summer" thing isnt doin it for me I need MORE. Some bad stuff happened this year, but the world keeps on turning. I hope your 2025 goes better. Make some time to rest, and make some time to learn and read and do all the things youve always wanted to do. And find a way to be closer to people you care about. Thats my takeaway from last year.

hey honest question, did anybody have GOOD stuff happen to them in 2024? cause it was really bad for me and for most people i know, so it would be nice to hear about anything that's been going WELL for any of you. even if it's small stuff. just to know there's light out there.

[azzifuddslover]

UNRAVEL - chapter four

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

tw: swearing

themes: angst, fluff

word count: 4.2k

a/n: guys covid doesn’t exist in this fic. i’m also losing all motivation and starting to hate everything i write tbh.. don’t know if i wanna continue this, but if anyone really wants it, i’ll try my best 🤞

“any plans for your birthday?”

paige’s gaze meets azzi’s through her phone screen, a smile playing at her lips. in a matter of days, paige would turn 19— she’s already committed and began at the university of connecticut, making her debut game in november.

azzi, being 17— 18 in november— continues her journey in high school, being a senior and navigating her way through college decisions and what she wants her future to look like. but her college decision came easy— she barely had any considering to do, before settling on uconn, just like paige had.

“nah, nothing special. just hanging out with everyone,” paige shrugs. by everyone, she means her new teammates at uconn, who’s she bonded with nicely.

“i wish i could celebrate with you,” azzi sighs, although mischief swirls in her eyes. she moves her phone, blocking the view of her face, trying to hide her nagging grin.

little does paige know, in three days, azzi will be with her, ready to surprise her in a way she’ll never forget. azzi and her family have been planning this for weeks now, coordinating with paige’s own family to make sure everything would go off without a hitch.

“ugh, don’t get me started,” paige groans, running a hand over her face, wishing so desperately that azzi could be with her— especially on her birthday. “it won’t be the same without you, az.”

azzi tilts her head, her grin growing, making her dimples pop. “i know, but just think about it! you’ll be with your new teammates— i’m sure they’ll make it fun,” the younger girl replies, trying to sound as casual as possible but is unable to hide her excitement.

“true, but i want you to be here,” paige insists, eyes sparkling with the longing she’s always felt towards azzi.

“i’m sure it’ll be just fine,” azzi nods, confidence radiating off the brunette.

as they wrap up their call, azzi can hardly contain her excitement she feels to surprise her best friend. in just three days, she’ll be right by paige’s side, ready to celebrate in a way that feels more significant than just a birthday. azzi smiles at the thought of paige’s face when she’ll lay eyes on her, causing small giggles to escape her lips, mixing with a flutter of anxiety. as she imagines the moment, azzi feels a sudden gratitude for their strong friendship, knowing that no matter what challenges lie ahead, they’ll always have each other, regardless of their distance.

“mom, where’d you put my nike sweatpants?”

azzi frantically scrambles through her bag, stuffing her belongings in each pocket, trying to distract herself from the fact her plane leaves in an hour.

“i thought i put them in the laundry!” her mom calls from the kitchen, her voice calm yet slightly panicked.

azzi doesn’t waste a minute to dash to the laundry basket, rummaging deeper, her heart racing. when she doesn’t find the specific sweatpants in mind, she speaks up. “they’re not there!”

katie, azzi’s mother, rushes into her daughter’s bedroom, going straight to the closet. after only a moment of looking, she pulls out the nike pants, annoyance clear on her face.

“didn’t bother to check your own closet?” katie says, her eyebrows pinching together.

“whatever!” azzi shouts, her anxiety heightening to extreme amounts. she makes sure to grab paige’s birthday present, placing it carefully in the corner of the bag. she finishes off her bag, adding finishing touches— toothbrush, toothpaste, all the smaller items— before zigging it up. she throws it over her shoulder, hurriedly walking to the door.

“ready to go?” katie questions.

“yep, let’s go,” azzi says, her mind continuing to buzz from nerves.

out the door and into the car, azzi gently tosses in her duffel, tightening her seatbelt across her chest. katie turns the key, igniting the car to life, quickly taking off onto the street.

“do you think we’ll make it on time?” azzi asks, scrunching her lips into a line, anxiously fiddling with her fingers.

“it’ll be close, but you’ll make it,” katie notes, confidence in her tone.

ten minutes into the car ride to the airport, azzi pulls out her phone, dying to text her best friend.

hiii wyd? azzi pushes send, a light smirk on her face.

considering it’s paige’s birthday today, azzi had already said happy birthday earlier— at midnight, when they were on facetime, to be precise. but it’s no shocker the two girls were talking once again.

hey azzzz, not much, u? her response is automatic.

a: just driving

p: oh yeah? where u going?

a: out to eat

azzi smiles to herself, knowing damn well she’s not going ‘out to eat.’

p: that’s cool. miss seeing u so bad

a: miss u more, always

with that, azzi puts away her phone, focusing on the scene through the car window. she imagines paige’s reaction— her bright blue eyes widening, a huge smile erupting across her face. she can’t help but lean her head back against the seat, the smile still lingering on her lips. her heart races in anticipation of seeing paige, her best friend.

as they finally arrives at the airport, katie parks the car, to which the brunette jumps out, reaching for her duffel. she gives her mom a quick, reassuring hug, before dashing off towards the front doors, pushing them wide open. the airport buzzes with chaos— travelers going in and out, conversations being had all around her. all azzi focuses on, however, is walking towards the terminal, the familiar sounds of announcements and rolling suitcases creating somewhat of a comforting backdrop. taking a deep breath, azzi pulls her phone out once again, checking the time: only ten minutes until boarding.

it only takes azzi three minutes to get through security and complete all the airport checks. the announcement for her connecticut flight finally comes blasting through the speakers, and azzi’s pulse quickens with excitement once more. she glances at the digital board, confirming her gate number before heading in that direction.

sitting down on the plane, azzi lets out a breath of relief; relieved she made it on time, without any troubles, other than waking up later than expected, of course.

a few moments later, the plane lifts off the ground, azzi leaning back in her spot, a satisfied smile playing at her lips. just as she’s about to let sleep overpower her, a buzz from her phone stirs her awake.

p: wanna facetime later?

a: maybe, i might be busy then

azzi chuckles at her response, knowing later, she’ll be right by the blonde’s side, embracing her warmth.

p: oh ok. lemme know when ur free

setting her phone back down, azzi tilts her head back against the seat, trying her best to relax. as the plane ascends, azzi gazes out the window, her heart racing eagerness to see paige. she thinks about how paige has no idea she’s about to be surprised for her birthday; the thought makes her lips rise, as she can hardly wait to see her favorite person.

the plane lands, stirring azzi into consciousness. her eyes crinkle open, adjusting to the bright light peaking through the aircraft window. she hurries to secure her luggage, weaving through the crowd of the plane. she makes her way off the plane, searching for paige’s mom who has agreed to pick her up. amy’s been in connecticut to celebrate paige’s birthday, similar to azzi.

quickly spotting amy, relief washes throughout her features. she approaches, heart pounding in her chest.

“hi sweetheart!” amy greets, beaming, “how was your flight?”

azzi is grateful for her smile, already feeling at ease. “it was good, thanks,” she replies.

“glad to hear it,” amy says. a beat goes by of silence between the two, “wanna get going?”

“yeah!” when azzi realizes how eager she is, she clears her throat and steadies her voice, “yeah, that sounds good.”

amy only laughs, practically feeling azzi’s anticipation bouncing off her frame. as they walk through the airport and into amy’s car, azzi attempts to steady the pace of her heart, getting her breathing under control. she’s full of energy yet nerves still linger in her chest, feeling a sense of anxiety at seeing paige again. it’s been several months, almost a year since they last saw each other in person— azzi is slightly worried things might be different between them.

“are you excited to see her?” amy asks, glancing at the brunette in the passenger’s seat for a swift moment.

“i’m so excited. i’ve missed her a lot,” azzi replies.

amy smirks to herself, remembering back to paige’s confession about loving azzi. “she’s missed you too.”

azzi smiles, pleased with amy’s response. although she knows paige has missed her, it’s still nice to hear it from someone else.

as they drive in the direction of uconn, the unfamiliar landscape of connecticut flashes by— azzi takes in the scenery, admiring each tree and building, knowing she’ll be here only next year. she still fails to shake the flutter of nerves, questioning if they’re bond will still be in tact after all this time of being apart.

“she’s going to be so surprised,” amy speaks up, breaking the moment of silence.

“i hope so,” azzi giggles. “i’m excited to tell her about my commitment.”

amy gasps, shocked at azzi’s words. “wait, you’re committing to uconn?”

“yeah,” azzi replies, biting her lip.

“oh my gosh, she’s gonna be so happy,” amy says, her eyes lighting up with joy.

azzi nods, “i think so too. i’ve been thinking about it for a while, ever since geno made his offer. i finally decided last month.”

“that’s great, azzi,” amy grins, knowing her daughter will be over the moon when she finds out.

the conversation dies out, azzi’s focus lingering out the car window. she fidgets with her fingers, an anxious habit of hers, as she is still nervous about reuniting with her best friend.

amy pulls up to conn; azzi takes in the size of the campus, admiring each area, knowing she’ll be here soon, playing alongside paige like she’s wanted to do so badly since USA basketball.

“alright, how do you wanna go about this? do you want me to text her, asking to meet out here?” amy asks the younger girl.

azzi weighs her options, thinking through each way to surprise her friend. “yeah, i think that’s best.”

amy reaches into her pocket, pulling out her phone. her fingers work away on the keyboard, before putting her phone down, a satisfied smirk on her face.

“she’s on her way.”

a bubble of familiar nerves erupt, once again, in azzi’s stomach. she bites the inside of her cheek, anxiously waiting for paige’s arrival.

azzi gets out of the car, running off to hide right next to the doors, but out of the view of paige, once she makes her way down.

the creak of the door startles the brunette, her eyes widening. her gaze immediately lands on the back of paige’s frame. “what is it, mom?” her voice is gentle with a hint of curiosity.

azzi steps out, stuffing her hands in her hoodie pockets, walking out casually in the direction of the blonde.

“happy birthday,” azzi says, successfully keeping her voices steady and calm.

paige whips around, instantly recognizing that voice. her lips gap, eyes locked on azzi’s brown ones.

paige rushes over to azzi in record time, throwing her arms around her waist, pulling her body flush against her own.

“how the fuck are you here?” paige mumbles into azzi’s curls, still in a daze.

“i flew in today, your mom picked me up from the airport,” azzi replies, beaming.

paige leans back, lifting azzi slightly off the ground, burying her face further in azzi’s neck. the brunette lets out a little squeal, her feet dangling.

“wanna go to my room?” paige says, her voice low. she pulls away, hands still brushing azzi’s hips when she meets her eyes.

“sure,” azzi answers, running off to quickly grab her duffel from the car.

paige waits for her, still in disbelief that azzi is here, in connecticut, for her birthday.

when azzi reaches paige on her way back, the older girl doesn’t hesitate to take azzi’s free hand in her own, intertwining their fingers. azzi swears her heart skips a beat at the small act of affection.

paige leads the way in front of azzi, tugging her by the hand through the hallways, turning corners until they reach paige’s dorm door. with a brisk motion, the door unlocks, revealing her very fitting dorm room.

azzi takes in the vivid decorations— basketball posters, a few books— before her line of sight lands onto their interlocked hands. paige glances back at azzi, her eyes lightening.

“i’m so glad your here,” paige whispers, gaze dropping across her features.

“me too, p,” she leans slightly into paige, welcoming her emitting warmth.

paige pulls the younger girl down onto her bed, into a sitting position, dropping right next to her. their thighs brush, enough for butterflies to spread throughout her chest.

azzi squeezes paige’s hand, biting the inside of her cheek. “i have to tell you something,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “oh— i have your birthday present, first.”

azzi painfully let’s go of paige’s grip, immediately missing her touch. she tries to tell herself it’s what all friends do— constantly touch one another, miss the warmth of each other’s hands. but this feels different, yet she doesn’t have to courage to confront any sort of feelings right now.

azzi rummages through her duffel, fingers brushing against clothes and beauty products in search of a small box nestled at the bottom.

“you didn’t have to get me anything,” paige says, although she buzzes with curiosity.

“nonsense,” azzi grins, finally gripping the box in her hand. she presents it to paige, opening it slowly, revealing the delicate, silver cross necklace. “i know you don’t wear jewelry that often but— it’s cute, right? i had to save up for like, two months for this. if you don’t like it though, i have the receipt, i can return it—“

azzi is cut off by paige yanking her down, pulling her back into another fierce hug; one full of meaning, of admiration, of unspoken love.

“it’s beautiful, az,” paige murmurs, hands coming up to cradle her head, “i love it.” i love you, is what she’s meaning to say, but lets the words die out on her tongue.

paige leans back, removing her hands from the back of azzi’s head, only for them to gently brush curls behind her ears, “what were you gonna tell me?” her eyebrows pinch down, curious for her response.

“oh, um,” azzi bites her lip, anxious for paige’s reaction. “i’m committing to uconn,” the words come out barely audible.

paige freezes, not quite believing the words that just came out of her mouth. “are you joking?” she says, jaw twitching. “cause if you’re joking azzi, i’m gonna be so pissed—“

azzi brings her hand to cover paige’s mouth, not wanting to hear another word. “i’m not joking, p, i swear.”

paige feels her heart pounding too hard in her chest, a rush of emotions overwhelming her. she attacks azzi with a powerful, deep hug— third time in short time azzi’s been here. with this motion, paige leans back, gently pushing azzi onto a laying position on her bed, their bodies flush against each other’s. azzi laughs softly, her surprise melting into comfort as paige tucks her head into the crook of azzi’s neck. “oh my god, oh my god…” she repeats over and over, still in disbelief.

“i’m taking this as a sign you’re pleased?”

paige, still pressed against azzi’s neck, answers, “hell yeah i’m pleased!” azzi giggles again, her hand moving up to paige’s back as she continues to lay, basically onto of her. “do you know what this means? we’ll see each other everyday, az. no more fucking facetimes.”

a bubble of excitement fills azzi’s stomach, already so incredibly ready to begin at this school. “i genuinely can’t wait.”

“i can’t…” paige’s words trail off. she inhales azzi’s scent, the smell of a fresh shampoo filling her nostrils. she props herself onto one elbow, enough so their faces are a few inches away. without a thought in her mind, the blonde leans down, peppering small kisses along azzi’s neck, up to her jaw.

a quiet gasp escapes azzi’s lips, her mouth parting with surprise, mixed with an undeniable pleasure. her eyes flutter shut as she tilts her head to the side, giving paige better access.

continuing to plant gentle kisses on azzi’s face, paige brings her other hand up to rest on the brunette’s stomach. she feels her stomach tense under her touch. “god azzi, i fucking lov…” her words fail to fully leave her lips, once again. she can’t quite seem to work up the courage to reveal her feelings towards the girl under her, but can’t seem to hide them, either.

paige eventually removes her lips off azzi’s flush skin— azzi immediately notices her glistening baby blue eyes.

azzi leans up into a sitting position, pulling paige up with her. “hey, hey, what’s wrong?”

paige sniffles, trying her best not to let the tears fall. “i’m sorry… i’m just,” she bites her lip, closing her eyes for a moment, attempting to get her emotions under control. “i’m so happy.”

“aw, stop, you’re going to make me cry,” azzi smiles, yet it’s full of warmth and understanding. azzi places her hand on paige’s cheek, wiping away a singular tear. leaning in, azzi kisses her damp cheek softly, her lips lingering for a moment. “cmon, you can introduce me to your teammates.”

yanking paige up from her spot on the bed, azzi connects their hands, not wanting to break contact. paige hiccups, finally calming down to the point she’s no longer crying. with their hands interlocked, paige leads azzi out the dorm door to make their way over to nika, a close friend and teammate of hers, room.

the blonde knocks on the door, still clutching azzi’s hand for dear life. when the door opens, revealing nika along with the entire uconn basketball team, loud cheers erupt mixed with birthday wishes.

“happy birthday paige!” the team shouts in unison, wide grins on their expressions. paige’s lips tip up, a hint of gratitude in her eyes.

being the kind of person paige is, she thanks each player individually, laying out her appreciation.

as nika approaches the pair, her gaze flicks to the brunette, who’s basically attached at paige’s hip— she’s not used to being surrounded by so many people she doesn’t know. “who’s this?” nika questions, making sure to keep her tone light and friendly.

“azzi, my best friend,” paige replies, a smile visual on her face. she tugs azzi forward, so they’re side to side, as her hand lands on the small of her back.

“oh, i see,” nika smirks, her voice knowing. “she mentions you a lot.”

paige’s eyes widen, lips curling up, clearly not pleased with her friend’s snarky comment. azzi only chuckles though, not seeing any harm in her words.

“she’s committing to uconn,” paige announces, trying her best to ignore what nika previously said.

the team’s chatter quiets as they listen in, curiosity piqued. nika raises an eyebrow, “oh really? you any good?”

paige playfully nudges her friend, pushing nika back a step. nika laughs, finding paige’s annoyance amusing. “she’s fucking great, nik. we’ll be lucky to have her here, that’s for damn sure.”

nika’s smirk grows, instantly recognizing the pair’s type of friendship. azzi’s cheeks warm, not expecting the sudden attention.

“cmon az,” the older girl tugs at azzi’s arm, dragging her over to the counter which contains an assortment of alcoholic beverages.

paige pours herself a shot, immediately throwing it back, causing her throat to burn. she blinks a couple times, before glancing over at the brunette by her side. “do you want one?”

azzi shallows, yet she already knows her answer. “hell yeah,” she grins.

azzi’s been drunk a handful of times by this point, but never with paige, considering they rarely see each other in person. although she loves the rush it gives her, she absolutely hates the hangover that comes with it.

paige hands the bottle over to azzi, who gratefully accepts it, pouring herself a shot of her own. azzi downs her shot, the warmth spreading through her. her gaze drifts to the blonde, who’s grinning with a spark of mischief in her eyes.

azzi smirks, “another?”

many drinks and collective, loud laughs later, paige and azzi found themselves seated on the couch, with azzi’s legs laid out on top of the older girl’s lap. the room echoed with background music and conversations, but all paige could focus on was the way azzi’s playful energy lit up the space around them.

paige subtly inches her hand up, over top of azzi’s leg, gently rubbing her calf, fingers tickling her skin.

“stop, that tickles,” azzi giggles, yet she makes no movements.

“you like it,” paige says like it’s a fact.

azzi shallows, feeling the tension surrounding them grow more intense. azzi’s cheeks redden once paige dares to move her hand up higher, to her thigh.

azzi adjusts her spot on the couch, shifting so her and paige are side by side, touching at the hip. the brunette, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over her, leans her head on paige’s shoulder.

azzi, in the drunken state she’s in, starts laughing at nothing as she nuzzles her face deeper in paige’s neck.

“what’s funny?” paige smiles.

“i don’t know,” azzi laughs once more.

without any notice, azzi’s lips connect with paige’s soft skin, placing gentle kisses up her neck and behind her ear. when paige lets out a moan so quiet only azzi can hear, she decides to test the waters, sucking and teasing.

“azzi…” paige mumbles, letting her pleasure be known. “you’re drunk.”

“and? so are you,” azzi mutters against her skin, continuing her movements.

“so we probably shouldn’t be doing this,” paige says, although her head tilting, giving azzi more access, says otherwise. “we’re friends…”

azzi, with her head still fuzzy, smirks, kissing her neck deeper. “friends do this.”

paige’s eyes roll back, her hand finding its way to azzi’s waist, hoisting her closer. “fuck it.”

not caring about all of her teammates in the room, paige connects their lips in a searing, all-consuming kiss— azzi crawls onto her lap, straddling her waist. the brunette deepens the kiss, adding her tongue in the mix. paige groans into her mouth; butterflies swirl in azzi’s stomach.

azzi’s hands find paige’s hair, fingers curling in her blonde locks, lightly tugging her head back. paige grips azzi’s ass, squeezing softly.

“fuck, paige,” azzi breaks the kiss, leaning her head back long enough for paige to move her attention to azzi’s neck, letting her lips work away at the skin.

“can you guys not dry hump one another on my couch?” nika voice booms, making paige and azzi tear their faces from each others. azzi glances down at paige under her frame, eventually moving off her lap as awkward tensions seeps in.

“let’s go to my room, az,” paige says, throwing a glare at the croatian.

she holds her hands out for azzi, who gratefully takes them. the pair says their goodbyes, paige thanks everyone for the birthday wishes, before making their way out the door.

the two girls walk in complete silence, letting the unsaid words hang in the air. as they reach paige’s dorm, the tension crackles softly around them. they move about, getting ready for bed, not bothering to make conversation. the remnants of laughter and the buzz of the small get-together lingers in the atmosphere. paige grabs her pajamas and changes quickly, glancing over at the younger girl, who is still a little flushed from their earlier kiss.

once they’re both in comfortable clothes, they crawl into bed, the softness of the sheets enveloping them.

paige turns to azzi, her gaze steady. “you’re so beautiful, you know that?”

azzi smiles so hard with her dimples exposed, her cheeks begin to hurt. she reaches out, grabbing paige’s head in her hands, kissing her forehead— twice, for good measure. “happy birthday, baby,” she whispers, still slightly feeling the effects of the alcohol.

paige freezes at azzi’s word choice, her heart quickening as her cheeks warm. she inhales a long breath before settling comfortably in bed, right alongside the younger girl, a shy smile on her face.

in the quiet, they share a moment of pure peace in each other’s presence, the gravity of the night lingering as they lay side by side, the outside world fading away.

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Lara Raj x bestfriend!fem!reader

summary: your best friend lara has always been a tease, but when she spots you getting close and personal with one of her friends at a party she invited you to, she’s acting… off

warnings: slight!nsfw, making out, player!lara, manon being a flirty princess, harsh language

Parties had never been your thing, not to this degree. The occasional house party? Count you in. Crazed school dance with booze snuck in? They could count on you being there. But a birthday party thrown by the Queen-bee of your university with fireworks and an ice sculpture? It was a first for you.

Thankfully, Lara—your best friend since the day you two tumbled into each other in middle school—was good friends with said Queen-bee, securing the both of you an invite. It was weird everybody you knew seemed to have an invite, but you just assumed Manon’s list was a little too long to keep track of.

So after a couple hours of picking the right outfit that was just the right amount slutty and stylish, and doing your hair and makeup all nice, you got the text from your best friend saying she was here. Outside your house, she leant against her car, a shiny black Jeep she had gotten from her parents for her 18th. Sporting a pair of Baby Monster sunglasses, a baggy black jacket over a sheer red tube top and some ripped black jeans, she scrolled through her phone, waiting for a text back.

You, a stark accessory to what she was wearing, had a black leather jacket on over the white laced corset top you wore. A jean skirt seemed the way to go, with high leather boots.

Upon hearing the door slam shut, her head shot up, her sharp eyes spotting you over her shades. Her stoic expression brightened, her glossed lips curving into a small smirk as she shoved her phone in her pocket. She eyed you up and down, her action prompting a quick, teasing spin from you. She raised an eyebrow, her tongue sticking out her inner cheek.

“Damn, doll. Who you getting all dressed up for?”

You rolled your eyes at her tone, walking past her and around her car towards the passenger side. You glanced at her over your shoulder, your smile inviting. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“I would, actually.” She turned to say through her open window on the driver’s side, pulling the door open to hop in. You pulled the visor down, checking yourself out in the mirror as you fixed your smudged lipgloss. “Since when do you go all out in your nicest getup for these parties?”

You knew she was teasing, but a small part of you wanted to ask her about that possessive edge to her words. But you brushed her off as being her usual judgemental and protective self. “It’s an excuse to look good, Raja. For myself.”

She chuckled at the nickname. Lara held her hands up, sighing. “Fine. Keep your secrets, doll.”

You flipped the visor back up. “So don’t lie to me, but who are you really going to this party for, hm? Last time I checked, you don’t even like Manon that much, so it’s very out of character for you to be this eager for her birthday party.”

Lara’s hand tightened its grip around her steering wheel as she backed out your driveway. “Jenna’s making me go. So I thought since I was going and you’ve been pestering me about not getting an invite, I would take you too.”

“Really?” you asked, “And you’re sure Jenna’s okay with you not making her your plus one for the party?”

The Indian shrugged, “She’s not the boss of me. Y’know, and she definitely knows you come first.”

Ironic, because when you had arrived at the party and both of you hopped off Lara’s car, Jenna was already standing at Manon’s front door. The party was pretty packed, people scattered around the front yard and through the open doors, you could see a crowd inside. Lara nodded in greeting at her girlfriend, not sparing you a second glance before walking off to hook an arm around Jenna’s shoulders.

You opened your mouth to call after her, but decided against it. You wanted to give them their space.

Luckily, a familiar face was quickly scouted from the crowd, and upon spotting you, she jogged over with a high squeal.

“Dang, baby, you are smoking in that fit,” Daniela whistled, sighing as she checked you out theatrically. She backed up, her fist over her mouth in a stunned manner. “Putting boys and girls in graves by how drop-dead gorgeous you look.”

You playfully shoved the Latina in her arm. “I get it, Dani.”

“Hey, I’m just playing. Lara let you out the house like this? Since when?” she joked, snorting at her own teasing remark but letting out a small ‘ow’ when you slap her in the chest. “I’m just sayin’, she loves wrapping you up in clothes like a burrito.”

“Yeah, well, she was excited to come see Jenna, so she didn’t really notice when she left me alone,” you said, pointing over at the two chit-chatting in the corner of the room. “Between you and me, that’s her latest conquest. So, I’m basically gonna be alone for the night.”

“Well, I can keep you company, mami. Come on, let’s go get a drink. Megan’s bartending tonight.”

Said redhead was standing behind the bar outside, behind the pool of high and intoxicated university students. Greeting Daniela, Megan shot you a smile, shaking the mixer in her hands. “Aye, Y/N, what’s good!” Her whisker dimples etched into her cheeks. She smirked cheekily, “Hey, if you go shirtless for me, your drink’s on the house.”

“Woah, boy, hold it.” Daniela held a hand up, “Get our girl a good starter, yeah? She needs to let loose.”

“What’s the occasion today, eh? What’re we looking for? Love? Sex? A new friend?” Megan asked, handing some man his drink. She grabbed a couple bottles from under the bar, pouring them into a new shaker.

“Hm… surprise me.” You said, “I trust your judgment.”

“Heard Manon’s been scouting you out in the crowd, mami. Maybe you could jump on that.” Daniela nudged you with her elbow. “It’s her birthday… maybe you could call it her gift.”

“Sex with Manon? Lara would choke the European out her body, Dani. Besides, I don’t think Manon’s into me like that, she’s just overtly friendly.” You caught the two of them giving each other a knowing smirk, “What? What am I missing?”

“Well, a little birdie told me Manon’s lookin’ to give you a little house tour, if y’know what I mean.” Daniela raised her eyebrows up and down.

Megan set a glass down in front of you. “Yeah, babe, haven’t you heard? You’re the princess’ new suitor.”

You raised an eyebrow in skepticism. “Really? Don’t you think Manon of all people would’ve made a move by now?”

Daniela shrugged, “Maybe she hasn’t had the chance.”

“Speaking of, she’s right over there if you wanna say ‘hi’.”

You glanced over at a group of people, some of which were familiar faces. She seemed to notice your gaze, as her head turned to meet your eyes as some man spoke at her.

“Happy birthday, princess!” You waved at the Ghanaian woman. She was in a silk cream dress, ending mid-thigh with matching heels. A pink sash hung across her body, a thin tiara resting on her princess braids. She waved back, the previous look of disinterest turned into genuine excitement, perking up and sending you a wave back. She immediately excused herself from the conversation she was having.

“Oh, it’s so nice to see you, Y/N.” Manon smiled, giving you a hug. You definitely did not miss the way she checked you out, her hands sliding from your back down to your waits, lingering a little too long on your hips. “I didn’t think you’d come. I’m sorry I never sent you a formal invite. Lara told me you’d be busy tonight—but I’m super glad you’re here.”

You brushed off the things Lara told Manon. It wasn’t the first time you found out she’d made plans on your behalf, so you didn’t want to say anything about it in front of other people. You shoved her lightly, giggling. “You’re too much, Bannerman. The party looks amazing, how’s being the star of the night?”

“You tell me, honey, you just walked in.” She added, “Party just got a whole lot better with you here. Actually, I needa get a couple more packs from my car… would you mind giving me a hand? My car’s just in the driveway.”

“Anything you want. Lead the way.”

Across the yard, Lara’s attention seemed to be anywhere but on the woman talking in front of her.

“Lara, babe, you listening?” Jenna asked.

Lara snapped herself out her daze. “Hm? Yeah, I’m listening.”

Manon slid a couple cases of beer from her BMW, organizing them into a neat pile. You stood behind her, your arms crossed, awaiting instructions. Manon bent to lean deeper into her trunk, her hips swaying in your face. Knowing the Queen-bee, you knew this was definitely some sort of ploy to flirt. And truth be told, it was distracting you from the fact your best friend had dropped you for her new girl.

“I’m actually really happy you’re here, I can’t stress it enough.” Manon giggled, pulling herself back out her trunk. She turned to shoot you a smile, “I’ve had my eye on you a while now.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?” you challenged, “I’m flattered, Bannerman. But, I thought you were with Stephanie?”

Manon waved a hand, handing you a case of beer. “No, we were never a thing. People just can’t keep their mouth shut.”

You hummed. “So… why were you hoping to see me?”

She smirked, eyeing you with half-lidded eyes. “Come on, babe, I know you’re smarter than that.” She briefly took the case of beer from your arms, setting it back down. “I’ve been meaning to get to know you better for a while now, but I don’t ever get a chance to talk to you alone. Lara’s always looming over your shoulder.”

It was true. The Indian singer would rarely let you have a moment alone, definitely not enough to get to know new people. But you didn’t mind. Lara was your best friend and you usually enjoyed her company. Knowing Manon had been interested for quite a while though, it gave you a thrill you couldn’t quite describe.

“She’s not my warden,” you chuckled, “I wish you would’ve told me earlier, Bannerman. Maybe I wanna know you better.”

Manon smirked, leaning in, her hand reaching for yours. And just as you were about to close your eyes, feeling her fingers entangle in yours. The front door’s loud slam caught both your attention, and upon seeing who it was, Manon’s hand slipped from yours. She nodded at the woman in greeting, turning away from you to tend to the boxes of beer. “Hey, Lara.”

The Indian nodded back, her hands in her jean pockets. She glanced between the two of you. “What’s good, Manon? Happy birthday. I haven’t gotten a chance to say thanks for the invite yet.” she said, with no hint of a smile.

Manon scoffed softly, shooting the younger a small grin. “You’re so welcome. Everything okay inside?”

Lara furrowed her eyebrows at the question at first, but immediately shook her head. “No, yeah, everything’s all good. I was just looking for Y/N, I need a word with her real quick.”

The Ghanaian woman hummed, smiling at the apologetic look you shot her. She picked up two cases of beer. “Yeah, no worries, I’ll bring these back in.”

When Manon slammed her trunk shut and disappeared into the door, Lara turned towards you with a hard expression. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Taken aback, you said, “What? What’re you talking about?”

“Really? I talk to Jenna for two seconds and you throw yourself at Manon?” Lara scoffed, shaking her head. “You’re so desperate, I should’ve known.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, crossing your arms. “Excuse me? You’re the one who ditched me the moment we got here, I have friends outside of you, I don’t need you helicoptering me like we’re in a relationship, okay?” You held a finger up, “Y’know what? Manon told me you said I wasn’t gonna be free this weekend to come. That’s the reason I wasn’t invited, so do you have something you wanna tell me, Raja?”

She gulped, rolling her eyes. “Didn’t think this would be your scene, I know you don’t like places that are too crowded—I ended up bringing you anyway, what’s the big deal?”

“I think I should get a say in what I like or not. I don’t want you making any decisions for me again, okay?”

“Oh my God, it’s not that big an issue. The problem here is you getting all up in Manon’s business—she’s one of my best friends, but she’s such a heartbreaker, I don’t want you getting too close to her, okay?” Lara waved her hands, her lips pressed into a thin line. “That’s all I wanted to say. I just wanted to warn you before you got your pretty little ass hurt again.”

You scoffed in disbelief at her words, a hand on her chest keeping her from walking past you and back into the party. “Excuse me? I can judge for myself. Who knows? Maybe I just wanna hook up too—whatever it is I want to do, and whomever I want to do it with isn’t your decision, Raja. You can justify this in as many ways as you want, but you’re doing too much.”

“No, I’m not. I don’t wanna see you talking to Manon again tonight, you understand?”

She was acting like such a jealous boyfriend, you hated it. The mixed signals, you can entertain. The making plans on your behalf, you can handle. But the control, the possessiveness she had despite not being your handler was getting suffocating. You hadn’t had sex in so long because Lara would drive away anybody who tried coming onto you.

You were really hoping Jenna would take her mind off you and give you a chance to get back onto the market, but she seemed more hyper vigilant than before.

“God, why’re you acting like such a freak?” you spat, clicking your heels as you stormed away from the taller woman. She watched your retreating figure with a clenched jaw, her hands finding their ways into her hoodie pockets.

When you returned to the lively party in Manon’s backyard, you immediately found the latter playing some sort of drinking game with Daniela, Megan and some other friends. The blonde waved you over, which you happily accepted as an invitation. They made space for you beside Manon, who welcomed you with a red cup of the Megan had made for you.

She watched you chug the entire cup in mere seconds, eyes widening. “Woah, honey, talk with Lara didn’t go well?”

You grimaced, shaking your tongue of the burning aftertaste, then setting the cup down. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Manon nodded, her arm finding its way back and around your neck to lay just behind your head. “No worries. We’re playing seven minutes in heaven, wanna throw your hat in the ring?” Walking around and collecting people’s phones in a big empty liquor box was Sophia, who shook it temptingly before you.

“Come on, Y/N. Get with the times!” The Filipina encouraged.

Looking around at the group’s encouraging faces, you pulled your phone out your jacket pocket, setting it into the box. The girls cheered at your participation.

“Okay… since Manon’s the birthday girl, we’ll let her be the honorary beginner.” Sophia announced, “And the lucky guy or gal spending the next seven minutes in a closet with Manon, is…” Everybody began drumming their hands against their laps or stomping their feet. Sophia rooted through the box and pulled out a familiar phone with a leopard print case, she tapped the phone screen, a mirror picture of you standing in a bathroom at a nice restaurant. Lara was behind you, a hand subtly creeping around your hip as she stared down the phone.

“Looks like it’s… Y/N?” She said in a questioning tone. She held your phone up, flashing your wallpaper to everybody. “This is your phone, right?”

Everybody ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed’, wolf-whistling and hollering at the two of you getting up. Manon stood first, holding out a hand for you to take. The cheering grows louder. "Seven minutes, you two!" Sophia called. You eyed Daniela and Megan, and with the two nodding at you, you took Manon’s hand.

As the two of you walked your way back into the house, a pair of unforgiving eyes glared daggers at the back of your heads. Lara was no longer interested in whatever Jenna was talking about, watching her best friend walk off hand in hand with the woman she had just told you to stay away from.

You let her lead you where to go. The door to a jacket closet by the door closed behind you, and the sounds of the party were muffled, replaced by the silence of the small, dark space.

"Not how I imagined our first time actually alone together," Manon teased, leaning casually against the wall, her eyes glinting even in the dim light.

You huffed out a laugh, trying to ignore the heat rising to your cheeks. "Yeah, definitely not what I pictured either.”

Manon's expression softened slightly, her smirk giving way to something gentler. "Rough night? You looked kind of upset when you came back in, is everything okay with Lara?”

The reminder brings back the sting of your disagreement with Lara just moments ago. You hesitated, unsure of if you wanted to bring it up, but something about Manon's steady gaze made you feel like you can. "Lara and I... had a fight," you admitted quietly. "It was stupid, but I walked off before it could escalate any further. She can just be very… controlling sometimes."

Manon tilted her head, her voice losing its teasing edge. "What happened—if you don’t mind me asking.”

You explained, stumbling over your words as you recounted the argument. It spiraled into something beyond what it was, with frustrations and feelings you hadn’t realized had been building for weeks. Manon listened, her expression unreadable but focused. She stayed quiet, urging you to answer. “Nothing. It’s nothing, I don’t wanna bore you with the details.”

When you finish, she steps closer, the space between you shrinking. "Sounds like she cares about you a lot, but maybe she doesn’t know how to show it without getting defensive."

You blinked at her. "How’d you get all that from what I said?"

She shrugged, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I’ve been in my share of fights. And I’ve got a knack for reading people."

You laughed softly, the tension in your chest easing. "Yeah, you seem like the type who likes to win arguments."

Manon grinned, but then her gaze drops to your lips, lingering just a second too long. "Only when it matters."

The air between you shifts, heavier now, charged with something unspoken. Her hand brushes yours, and your breath catches. For a moment, it feels like the rest of the world has fallen away, leaving only the two of you. It was such a rush of adrenaline, finally being able to have a moment of privacy to be in such proximity with anybody but Lara. Such bliss.

Her voice is softer when she spoke again. "Y/N..."

Before either of you can close the gap, the closet door bursted open. Light flooded in, the two of you flinching at the sudden glare blinding you. When you had a chance for your eyes to adjust, Lara stood there, her expression tight and unreadable.

"Y/N," she said briskly, grabbing your arm. "We’re leaving.”

You blinked at her, disoriented. "What? Why?"

She doesn’t answer, just pulled you out of the closet, her grip firm. "We have to talk. Somewhere else."

You glanced back at Manon, whose expression has shifted back to her usual smirk, like some part of her expected this to happen. Though there's a flicker of something else—a faint hint of disappointment—in her eyes.

"Guess our seven minutes got cut short," Manon called, her tone light but her gaze lingering on you. “I’ll call you.”

You're too stunned to respond as Lara dragged you towards the front door, muttering something about needing to find your jacket. The warmth of Manon’s presence fades, replaced by the chilly night air as you step outside.

Lara dragged you out into the quiet street where her car was parked. The faint hum of music from the party faded into the background as she finally releases your arm, crossing hers tightly over her chest. She opened the passenger side of her car door, ushering you in before slamming it shut. The sheer volume of the sound made you jump, watching her walk around the front of her car. You could see her jaw lock, her face tense, lips pressed into a thin line, but her eyes are what catch you—darkening with something you can’t quite place.

“Okay,” you began, exhaling sharply. “What the hell is going on with you? What did you cause a scene for?”

Lara scoffed, her laugh short and humorless. She ran a hand through her bright red hair. “You were in a closet alone with Manon Bannerman. What else was I supposed to do?”

You blinked, caught off guard by the edge in her voice. “Uh, let me stay and finish the game? It’s not like anything happened ‘cuz you barged into the closet like a Christian father.”

“Not yet,” she snaps, the words cutting through the chilly air. “But it would’ve if I hadn’t stopped you.”

Her tone ignites something in you—confusion, frustration, a lingering sting from your earlier fight. “And what if it did, Raja? Why does it matter? I don’t get you, you get here and drop me for Jenna, which I’m fine with. You have your own life, your own friends and your own girlfriends, I’ve never ever held you back from any of it. But when I find my friends and try living without you breathing down my neck, you yank me back.”

Her jaw tightened, swallowing. And for a moment, she looked away, staring down the empty street as if searching for words. “Because...” she began, but then shook her head. “Because I warned you about Manon. She nabs at new people and then drops them the moment she gets bored of them. Manon... she’s not—she doesn’t care about anyone but herself. You’re better than that, but you’re not thinking straight.”

“That’s not an answer,” you countered, crossing your arms. “If you’re trying to slit-shame me, it’ll take a little more than some lame excuse of a diss, Raja.”

She stuck her tongue against her inner-cheek, running a hand through her hair, her frustration simmering just below the surface. “You don’t get it, doll. I’m just looking out for you—!”

You stare at her, disbelief rising. “And that means you can judge who I talk to? That’s rich coming from you, considering you fuck around more than a gas station gloryhole.”

“That’s not fair,” she mutters, her voice softer now, though the crack in it hits harder than her anger did. “I—I said some things I didn’t mean, okay? But this isn’t about that.”

“Then what is it about, Lara?” you press, your voice growing louder. “Why’re you being such a control freak about this?”

For a long moment, she’s silent. Her teeth catch her bottom lip, and her arms drop to her sides, her shoulders slumping. When she finally looks at you, there’s a vulnerability in her expression you don’t see often. Lara had always been the hard-hitting badass between the two of you. No matter it be standing up for you against haters, being the shoulder you cry on when you needed or defending you against men who would shamelessly take advantage of your kindness. In rare times she would show you that soft, vulnerable girl within that tough, cool exterior, you would be sure to listen.

“I just—,” she halted, biting her tongue, her voice barely above a whisper. It was like she was biting back whatever she really wanted to say. But you laid a hand on her thigh, encouraging her to open up. One look up into your soft eyes was the push she needed. “It makes my fucking blood boil seeing Manon try and get all close and personal with you. I didn’t wanna say anything, ‘cuz I know it’s your life and you’re allowed to live it however you want, but I can’t. I just can’t watch.”

The words hit you harder than you expected. Your anger ebbed, replaced by confusion and something softer, something hesitant. It took you a moment to process her words a second time, really taking in what she meant.

“Look, I know she’s heartless or whatever, but...” you started, but she shook her head.

“You’re my best friend,” she added quickly, as if trying to cover something up. “And if Manon—or anyone else—does something to hurt you, I... I don’t think I could handle it.”

Her words hung in the air, fragile and raw. You wanted to press her, to ask if this is really just about friendship or if there’s something more to her possessiveness, but you don’t. Not yet. If you pushed too far, you could increase the fragility.

“I can take care of myself,” you said gently, lacing your fingers into hers. “And I’m not going anywhere, okay? Even if we fight, or if I get hurt, I know you’ll be here. And I will be too.”

Lara nodded, her lips curving into a small, almost reluctant smile. It faltered as quickly as it came. She glanced down at your hands, her thumb lightly grazing your knuckles. “Yeah, well... can I tell you something?”

You laughed softly, in attempts to lighten the thickening tension. “Of course, Raja. You can tell me anything.”

She swallowed thickly, feeling the silence in the car weigh on her. She caught your eye, her sharp tawny ones relaxing when she caught yours. Your hands still drawn together, you could feel her pulse quicken between her fingers. “I don’t like Jenna. She’s annoying and a real jerk to everybody.”

You nodded, pursing your lips. “Okay, no worries, we can find a way for you to let her down gently—!”

“But it’s also because I really, really love you.” She paused, searching for any sign of discomfort or disgust in your eyes. Your hands froze in hers, and she only drew you closer. “There is not a single person I can fuck that could get your out my mind. It doesn’t matter who I’m going out with, where I’m going or what I’m doing, I’m always thinking about you. I just want to be with you, watch you try on those pretty little outfits or listen to you talk about those stupid shows you love so much—I’d much rather just sit in your room with you next to me than be out drinking and letting some girl feel me up.”

The world feels like it stops for a moment. It was such a cliché; your best friend was in love with you all along? She was such a party animal, with a new conquest every couple weeks. She was exactly the type of woman she tried keeping you away from. You blinked, sure you’ve misheard her. “What?”

“Look,” she sighed, her gaze unwavering. “I’ve been in love with you for—hell, I don’t even know how long. I’ve tried getting myself out of that headspace ‘cuz I don’t think you have ever showed any interest in me. But the more girls I kissed, the more I thought about you. The more I thought about kissing other people. And the more I wanted to just pull you behind me and love you the way I want to.”

Her voice cracked on the last word, and the vulnerability in her expression cuts through you like a blade.

“Lara...” you started, but the words catch in your throat. You’re not sure what to say, how to process this sudden confession. So, in the heat of the moment, you decided to go along with your body’s desires—grabbing her cheeks and leaning in.

Your noses brushed, and you can feel her breath, shallow and uneven, mingling with yours. Her gaze fell to your lips and her hand found your waist. And then it happened.

Her lips met yours, tentative at first, soft and searching, like she’s afraid to push too far or you would disappear. But the moment you responded, tilting your head slightly and pressing closer, the hesitation melted away. Her free hand came up to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing lightly over your skin as she deepened the kiss, slow and deliberate.

It’s not rushed or frantic. It’s gentle and raw, every movement filled with unspoken emotion. Her lips were warm, and the faint taste of mint lingers from the drink she was having earlier. You leant into her, your hands finding their way to her shoulders, grounding yourself in the solidness of her presence. Eventually, she guided you over the console, throwing your leg over her spread thighs as you sat atop of her.

The kiss feels like a confession in itself, a culmination of everything she hadn’t been able to say and everything you were just beginning to understand. It’s both unfamiliar and comforting, like something that was supposed to happen.

When you finally pulled back, your foreheads rested together, her hand still caressing the skin beneath your jacket. Her eyes searched yours, filled with uncertainty.

“Lara,” you say again, your voice softer this time.

She wet her lips, panting. “What?”

You reached out, gently placing a hand over hers. She tensed, her eyes flicking to yours cautiously.

“You’re such a fucking idiot,” you chuckled, feeling her shift beneath you. “Maybe if you’d just used your big girl words and just told me, you could’ve avoided causing a scene in front of Manon at her own birthday party.”

She scowled, “She wanted you. I’m gonna kill that—!”

You grabbed her cheeks tightly. “You’re not killing anybody. We’re going back in, you’re breaking it off with Jenna and I will go apologize to Manon for doing that at her party, okay?”

Lara smirked, “Don’t get me wrong, I like this side of you, doll. But remember your manners and say please.”

You adjusted yourself in her lap, your hands sliding down to tug at the collar of her hoodie. Your tongue slid across your teeth teasingly, glancing back up at her. “Please, Raja?”

You two wouldn’t make it back into the party for a while. Upon hearing your whining, she popped the seat back. At least this time around, you won’t have to justify your ‘best friend’s’ possessive edge to everybody.

[renren-006]

Doctors Magic | Lucius Verus x fem reader

plot: a doctor (previous gladiator) catches Lucius eye. A friendship forms and maybe more. Macranis is an envious man, an evil man.

warning: not historically accurate, violence, fluff, a littleangst

Word count (very long story): 6900 Words

a/n: Here is another story because this man is consuming my every waking moment! My friend said she would go see the movie with me again, and I'm excited about that. (I have to wait a few weeks tho) So until I can see my man on the big screen again, please enjoy my stories!! This is a really long one that took me a few days to finalise so please enjoy this long story!

Other Lucius Stories: Familiar Eyes Emperor Lucius

Ravi wandered into your makeshift home in one of the back cells of the gladiatorial pits. Your room was filled with a desk, a bed, and a closet. You didn't have much, but it was enough to feel like a home. You had no home of your own and no family now, so the cells became your refuge. After your own gladiator days and winning your freedom, you worked with Ravi and became a doctor. 

 A sheet hung over the cell door, along with a little sign saying “Welcome” or “Leave.” It was short, but it got through to the boys. 

“I am telling you, more and more stubborn men in this place,” he said as he sat down. You turned from your desk, a book left open. “This new one, you would like him”

“Oh, would I?” you asked, facing towards the man who sat in your patient chair. “How do you know what I like?”

“I have eyes, femina. I see what you watch” he told you wiggling his finger at you, “and this one would make you…”

“I do not need you insinuating anything about my feelings, Ravi,” you told him. You got up from the chair and walked past him to the door. You peered out of your cell, which looked towards the training grounds. “Where?” Ravi got up and pointed towards the man. He was practicing his fighting against another gladiator, their swords crashing into one another. 

“Am I right?” Ravi questioned, leaning slightly over their shoulder. You smiled up at the man, a brother of sorts to you now. “I…Maybe,” you told him, looking back at the brown-haired gladiator. “He looks troubled,” you noticed. This man looked as if he cared so much on his shoulders. The burdens of his past seeped into his being. Ravi nodded as he exited your tiny home, traveling back towards the gates where the other gladiators fresh out of the sun needed help. You took the morning off to be able to read a new book you had acquired. You watched the new gladiator fight from your door until he felt your eyes and turned to look at you. Dipping back into your room, you returned to your book before you made a fool of yourself by watching this man. Unfortunately, only so much could keep you attentive to your book as one of the boys traveled up to your door, another day of saving lives. 

You knew most of the men who worked and played here. Macranis was one of these men, always trying to worm his way into your life. He had not been the one to bring you in, a champion. He was so irritated and jealous of his competitor that it was rumored he had the man killed and took the slaves he owned. This was a rumor, of course. You knew this man was trouble no less and kept him further than an arm's length away. The problem with your avoidance is his insistence that you join his gatherings and events and even watch the games alongside him. You couldn't avoid it even when Ravi offered to cover for you and say you were not feeling well and were under the doctor's orders to stay in bed. 

That was where you sat that afternoon, watching the gladiatorial games beside Macranis in the emperor's box. Knowing you would be watching the boys get injured and be unable to treat them because of these obligations haunted you. You shifted uncomfortably in those lavish chairs. 

“How nice of you to join us again y/n,” Geta spoke, “always nice to have a favored victor in our box”

“The pleasure is all mine. I am pleased to be able to sit here with your allowance, Emperor Caracalla and Geta,” you told them, sucking up to the emperors. They both looked at you with some form of hunger. You did your best to swallow your disgust down. Macranis's hand came into view as he put it onto your arm. 

“I am thankful you allowed my request to have her join us,” Macranis said to them.

“For our friends, of course,” Caracalla said in a sing-song voice. You smiled, fakely, at the emperors and Macranis before focusing back on the game in front of you.

Just as you did, the new gladiator stepped out into the arena with a few others following. When he glanced up at the box and his eyes cast over everyone, they stopped when they landed on you. You both watched each other briefly before he looked back to the arena to see who he was fighting. The man atop the rhino left the gates, and you gasped slightly. As the fight continued and the gladiator continued winning, you could see him calculating his next move. As the rhino charged, he threw the gravel and rolled the other way. The gladiator on top of the rhino had no choice but to leave it and fight your gladiator on the ground. 

“Mercy, Mercy,” shouts rose from the crowd; they did not wish to see him killed. 

“Mercy,” you spoke, as did Lucilla. The woman's eyes met yours, and a small smile was placed there. She was a woman that many would underestimate, but you could tell she was the smartest one here. You smiled back at Marcus Aurellius' daughter. 

“Your life has been spared,” Geta said to your gladiator. “I would sooner face your blade than be given Roman mercy,” he yelled back right before he killed the man in front of him and stumbled back down to the ground. You could see his wounds and knew you had to tend to them. 

“I must take my leave; my boys need me,” you told the others. The General and his lovely wife, Lucilla, gave you a smile. Macranis, however, looked displeased.

“They will survive one more game without you,” he said matter-of-factly. You shook your head.

“After this last battle, I'm afraid I must insist,” you said as you rose, to which Macranis grabbed your arm.

“Then I will see you at my ball tonight,” Macranis implied. He had a way with words where they sounded like questions, but really, he wasn't asking. 

“As you wish”

Back with the gladiators, you found your way to the gladiator's room. He sat there watching his arm bleed. When he noticed you had arrived, he stiffened.

“Come, I should fix that arm of yours,” you said, motioning for him to follow you back to your room. Hanno nodded and followed suit. He sat in the chair beside yours and propped his arm on the table. “You're going to want to take a big whiff of this; it's for the pain,” you told him while holding up a tiny dish with smoking opium. He only nodded and sniffed right before you put the needle into his arm. 

“Damn woman,” he said to you, and you chuckled. 

“I have heard worse,” you told him, “Tell me, gladiator, what is your name?” “Hanno,” he grunted, his teeth showing the pain he was in regardless of the opium flowing through him.

“Well, Hanno, I am y/n,” you told him, trying to make conversation while you stitched him up. You looked up to see Hanno nod at you in acknowledgment. 

“Why were you with Macranis?” he asked you. You looked up to meet his eyes. His blue eyes were almost consumed by his pupils, high off the opium. He looked at you sweetly, swaying slightly in the chair. 

“A request I couldn't afford to refuse,” you told him. Hanno was quiet after that, letting you finish stitching him up and tend to his other injuries. Once you were done, you sat back, seeing Hanno leave. “I look forward to seeing you fight again, Hanno,” you told him. 

“I look forward to being in your care again,” he told you, that you were left alone in your room once again. 

Macranis required you to join his party, and it was almost required after you left early from the games. You wore one of your more elegant dresses and headed for his estate. Once there, you made your way inside and saw the rest of the elite of Rome. You felt entirely out of place. Macaronis made it his job once he knew you had joined to keep you at his side. As the hours ticked by, you felt more and more ready to leave and return to the gladiators. Soon Macranis led you away and into a room out of wandering eyes. 

“I should get going,” you told the man, hoping to avoid anything he was panning or even the conversation you were being brought into. 

“Do you not wish to stay with me?” he asked smoothly. You felt your skin crawl at his words. You did not want to keep being alone with this man. 

“As much as I enjoy your company, I need to go so I am ready for the games tomorrow and my job,” you told the man. He didn't like that answer. You began to get a bit worried, looking twords the doorway.

“Stay,” he commanded. You wanted to run as his hands clasped over your arms. He was too close, and you turned your head.

“I must leave,” you tried again. His only response was to grab your face and turn it to look at himself. As he got closer and closer to you, you decided to push him off you. Macranis stumbled back. “I said I must go,” you said again. As you turned to leave, Macranis grabbed your hand and pulled you back. His fist flew towards you. It rang through your skull, making you stumble. You haven't been punched well since you won your freedom. The slap that followed was harsh. He grabbed your face in his hands again. 

“Next time I offer you a spot by my side, do not push me away,” he said, and he kissed your cheek, “I won't be as…kind about my violence next time.” 

Once the man let go, you sprinted out the part, never making eye contact with anyone there, knowing your abrupt departure probably caused no one to turn. 

You stumbled back into the gladiator's arena. Your dress was disorganized, your hair a mess, and you could feel the forming bruise deepening on your cheek. The cut on your lip made you wince, and you didn't even want to know how you looked. As you made your way past the training grounds, you could see Hanno, your gladiator, training. He looked at you as he heard the footsteps, and you could see you did not look well by the look in his eyes. You turn your head fast and quicken your pace to your cell. He followed.

“What happened?” he asked at your doorway. You had just sat on your bed when he rounded to your door. You didn't say anything, and I'm still unsure if your voice would work. The ability to put what happened into words was hard. Hanno came inside the room, closer to you now. “Who did this?” “Macranis,” you spoke lightly. Finally, finding your voice. You looked up at him, a wordless plea for him to sit beside you. Hanno came over to your bed, sitting gently next to you. 

“I will kill him for you, if you wish,” he said; you laughed a little but winced slightly when your lips upturned. A small subtle joke to lighten the mood. The undertones of the offer hung in the air. “What shall I use to help?” he asked. 

You motioned with your hand to the rag on your table, a small bowl of water and ointment you knew would help your lips from becoming infected. Hanoo gently did as instructed and cleaned your lip, cheek, and the cuts on your forehead. Once done, he put a small amount of ointment in your lip and a small torn piece of cloth to help it stay. You were grateful for his help.

“Thank you, Hanno,” you told him. He only nodded. You could hear the guards rounding up the others to get them into their cells. “As much as I enjoy your company, I'm afraid it is your bedtime.”

“That time again,” he told you getting up from next to you, “I will see you tomorrow, y/n”

“Sleep well Hanno”

The next day, you woke up to a bruised cheek, split lip, and a pounding headache. You dressed fast, set your hair up in a hairdo that wouldn't aggravate the headache, and headed out. YOu passed by the other gladiators and stopped by Ravis set up.

“You mind?” you asked him. Ravi looked up from his unpacking to rush over to you.

“y/n! What on the gods happened.” “I can not speak his name right now,” you said, glancing around at the guards. Ravi quickly understood, having known about Macranis and the rumors. Ravi motioned you to sit as he worked on your split lip. He stitched it up once and washed it to disinfect it. The bruise, however, couldn't be helped much. He put a light amount of bast to help, but that was all he could do. 

“I am sorry for this,” he told you. You shook your head, knowing it was never his fault.

“Should have seen Hanno. Looked as if he wanted to rip the man's head off” 

“He saw?”Ravi asked surprised. “He helped,” you told him simply. “Gladiator tending to his doctor, what an interesting turn of event.s” 

“Did I not say you would like him” Ravi said. You chuckled and nodded your head. That day you didnt join Macranis inside the emperors box. You did not leave the grounds for many days, deciding keeping to be around the gladiators was safer than the world beyond those walls.  

*

“Are you from Rome?” Hanno asked. You looked up twords the man. You had sat yourself outside by the training grounds. Another one of the books you remembered your father reading was in your hands. Hanno had walked over from where he was training to join you. As you looked twords the sky, you realized how the afternoon had slowly started to turn to night. Many of the other gladiators had already left. 

“Yes,” you told him, “I used to live just outside of Rome.” “How did you end up here?” he asked curiously. “My father. He was not well-liked,” you told the man. Hanno sat next to you, obviously wanting to know more. “He was a political speaker, always talked about the good words of Marcus Aurelius and how our Rome should be as he speaks. It is as they say; his words were real until the moment they were talked about, and then it became a whisper once again.n” “What happened to him?” “He was killed. Right here at the coliseum, actually,” you told him. You remembered the moment he died, standing close to him on that gravel arena. Your father spoke no words at that moment but looked to the sky as he was killed. After that, you were instead sentenced to be a slave to the games. “I was forced into the games after that, and my mother was long dead before any of this.”

“Im sorry” he told you. The words of understanding, the pain inside that sorry. You knew Hanno had lost people, you knew he understood your feelings.  

“You have lost people, so have I. I fought for years with his ideas in my mind, but with these new emperors and Macranis, I am not sure that the Rome Marcus Aurelius spoke about is achievable,” you told him, shutting the book in your hands. It wasn't like you had given up on your father's words, but you feared they started meaning less at some point. “I think it can be,” Hanno told you. “I hail from Numidia but was born here in Rome.” You met his eyes. He kept this to himself; you had not heard the others talking about where he was from. You were shocked he trusted you enough to tell you about his origins. 

“You are Roman” you asked, the shock of his reval settling into your bones. 

“Yes. I lived here during and after Marcus Aurelius” he told you. “I know those ideas”

“I guess his vision is not completely a whisper then” you told the man. Hanno nodded. “Would you tell me more about your home?”

Hanno and you traveled to his cell and talked for hours in hushed tones about his home, and you talked about yours. You recalled all the memories of your childhood home, the garden, the foundation, and the long walkway to get to your home. You talked about the way your father would always smell of parchment and how he had an entire room of Marcus Aurelius's words and writings inside, along with other political and philosophical ideals. Hanno asked many questions about your father and his ideals, and you told him everyone. The idea of a new Rome, a better Rome, was something even the two of you still hoped could exist. You, in turn, asked about his life in Numidia and what it was like there. He told you about his home and his late wife. You wanted to know more about his home but it was still a subject of sorrow for him. When the night became late, the two of you didn't stop talking. Instead, you curled in His small bed and continued till your eyes fell heavy.  

Another day woke the world. You rose from Hanno's cot, and it was another long night of talking. It was starting to get to you during the day and you knew Hanno needed more sleep for his games. You rose from the side of the bed closest to the open room. Slipping out from under Hanno's arm, you slipped out of the cell and back to your room. Unfortunately, you were again required to join Macranis in the emperor's box. You had refused to see him for far too long that you knew there would be trouble if you didn't go. You wore the same pink dress you had whenever you sat there and strolled back out into the world. Macranis was already in the box when you joined him in the afternoon heat.

“The champion doctor” Get a spoke, “finally back in our box” 

Macranis eyes met yours, and so did the Generals. That bruise and cut lip were still not fully healed. 

“Take my seat y/n” General Acatious spoke, “I wish to sit a bit higher up today” You could feel the tension in your back left as you sat next to Lucilla, refusing to look twords the man next to Acacius. 

“Afternoon, my lady,” you spoke to the woman. She smiled warmly at you. 

“Welcome” she told you, “Now I finally have someone to gossip with” she told you, clearly doing her best to lighten the mood. 

“I do enjoy a bit of gossip,” you told her, “The gladiators don't gossip much. I require some good Roman insite.” Lucilla smiled, enjoying your company already. You knew the woman had supported your father during his political activism, and she clearly remembered who you were. If only you were able to speak to her now about it all. Lucilla eyed you curiously. You smiled and shook your head. As the two of you continued to chat, Lucilla told you about the new elite women and wine companies opening up by the ports. Once it was Hanno's turn, your focus was more on the games, and Lucilla seemed to also be particularly interested. As you watched him walk out like he always does, a smile played on your lips. Hanno eyed you in the box and shifted them between you and Lucilla; he smiled and even took a moment to just look at you. You wish your heart was not pounding as hard as it was, but he had that effect on you. Lucilla gave you a knowing look.

“Your favorite?” she asked. You laughed a little.

“What gave it away?” you asked. She only smiled at that. 

“He is a strong and capable one,” Lucilla remarked, almost as if she wanted to know what you thought. 

“Hannos a good man,” you said to her. Lucilla looked…proud at your words. The games continued o,n and when Hanno won his game and was sent back under the arena, you took your leave. Lucilla bid you farewell, as well as General Acasius. Macranis only focus on the games, no mind to you. Worry built inside you at that. When you walked back down to the gladiators and that moment played in your mind, you almost missed the door to your room. 

Macranis grew increasingly insistent on your attendance in the box and even at his parties. You had not gone, and even when you joined them in the box, Lucilla started making Gernal Acasius give his seat to you instead. You had not talked or spoken to the man in a few weeks. 

“You seem worried today,” Hanno told you as he entered your room. You nodded your head at him.

“I have fought in those pits, and for some reason, Macranis scares me more than those men ever did,” you told him, “I do not want to go alone to that lavish party.”

“He is insisting again?” he asked shocked. 

“It feels more than just insisting, almost like he thinks he can command me to go,” you told him. “I am sick of men telling me what to do.”

“Believe me, y/n, I understand,” Hanno told you, causing you to take a deep breath and calm down. He had a way of calming you down, even if his words were simple. “Do not go if you fear it; stay here and talk with me.” Hanno's pleading eyes were enough to almost make you say yes.

“I wish I could,” you told him. “I wish nothing more than to stay here with you, but I can not. This man, the power he holds here, it is worse if I do not go.”

“Take me” he said quickly. You looked at the man with shock. 

“You must be mad!" you said with wide eyes. Hanno had to have lost his mind. “Take me; I will protect you,” He insisted, grabbing your hands. There had been a shift in Hanno since you started speaking and lying together at night. Those moments together left him wanting to be a different, better man. He says you and you saw him, and because of that, he tried to protect it. 

“Taking you is too much, Hanno, that's asking for punishment not only for you but me too,” you told him. “I will go for a short time and be back before you know it”

While the party was lavish as ever, many of the roman elite were there again. Many more men and women were there from the pleasure houses for the gusts, too. Macranis spotted you immediately. 

“My my y/n, you look wonderful tonight,” he told you. Bowing you kissed his hand as he extended it to you. A small prayer went out to the gods in favor of no violence happening. You smiled up at Macranis.

“Thank you for having me,” you told him, lying through your teeth. He only cooly smiled. He kept you by his side, and he talked with others. Then, with one group, they spoke of the games and the gladiators in them; Macranis smiled. 

“Y/n” he said, “You have a soft spot for those gladiators, do you not?” “I…I treat their injuries, if that is what you mean?” You said to those around you. “You are the doctor?” One of the ladies asked with disgust, “How can you stand it?” “It is not all that bad,d,” you told them.

“She was a slave in the Colosseum,” Macranis said quickly, causing many eyes to fall on you, “She would not be disgusted by these men because she used to be one” “I…” 

“You were a slave,” A mother spoke, the disbelief and disgust evident on their face and in their words. You wanted to shrink away or even yell at them that their opinions of slaves and gladiators were wrong. You could only look at the eyes of everyone and see their true feelings and judgment. 

“Yes. Yes. She was quite fierce. Were you not?” you could only focus on the growing ringing in your ears. MAcranis laughed slightly and his arm cascaded over your shoulders. “It's no wonder she stays; she's got many men down there to satisfy her.”

“I do not,” you snarled. You looked at Macranis with a feeling you haven't felt since the arena. You wanted this man dead. “I am there to treat them with the respect they have earned.”

“Respect? Why would those lowly and traitorous men deserve respect?” He asked you. He had a motive here, to make you seem undesirable to the people around him and to remind you of your place. He was still pissed about not allowing his advances and your avoidance of him in the emperor's box. MAcranis was not a man to take lightly; he was dangerous. 

“They deserve more respect than you do,” you told him, shoving his arm off yours and leaving his lavish palace. 

When you retuned, you found a woman talking to Hanno. He saw you in the hallway before the woman did. Lucilla turned twords you, letting her veil sway as she did. She smiled at you before she turned back to Hanno and bid him a good buy. 

“My dear y/n,” Lucilla spoke to you, “thank you.” Wonder flooded through you. Glancing back to Hanno, you saw him seated with his head in his hands.

“Is he okay?”

“I believe he will be. He will find a way to be with your help,” she told you. You were ever curious about why she was there and what her words meant. “I must be off. Oh, and dear, you better take care of that,” she said, pointing to the matchup you knew was running down your face. As you swiped it away, she was gone. Looking back you saw Hanno watching you, he motioned you to his cell. As the door was opened for you, he swallowed you in his arms. 

“Are you alright?” he asked you. A small laugh escaped you. 

“I could ask the same,” you told him as he realized you to look at your face. He brushed your cheek, spearing or clearing the rined makeup you were not sure. 

“What did he do?” he asked, the intensity of his voice surrounding the room. 

“I never realized how hard words could hurt,” you told him; another tear fell just at that. “I was there just to be humiliated,” you told Hanno. 

“He is a dangerous man,” Hanno said; you nodded your head. “I..need to tell you something,” he spoke to you, leading you over to his bed. 

“What is it?” you asked him. He looked as ifhe wanted to take back what he said. 

“I have not been truthful with you,” He told you, “I'm more than just a Roman. My name is Lucius Verus Aurelius, and my grandfather was Marcus Aurelius.” You stared at him, unable to think of what to say next. You just nodded your head at him, eye contact never breaking. “I'm sorry I did not tell you before” 

“Why are you sorry?” you asked suddenly, “Han-Lucius, you have a name, a history that holds such weight within Rome, of course you did not say anythin.g” 

“I had not come to terms with who I was for a long time,” he said, “I did not want to be him, but I think it is time I remember who my family was. It is because of you I can accept it” “Lucius,” you said, sweetly saying his name as you held his face in your hands. “I did nothing. You had to concur that battle yourself.” 

“I could not have done it without you,” he told you. Leaning into your hands. You wanted him close to you, your heart beat faster. “Thank you”

“I'm so glad I could help you,” you told him. “I…I know you are not ready…but if you tell your secrets, I should tell mine.” “If you wish,” he said, you dropped your hands into your own lap.

“I did not mean to fall for you, Lucius, but I have. I know your past and pain, and I do not wish to force anything onto you, but I think you should know my feelings,” you said, only looking up once you had finished. Lucius held an unreadable face. “I'm glad you told me about your origins. I will leave you for the night,” you said and got up. Lucius' hand found yours before you could leave. You glanced back at him, only for him to place his hand on your cheek and bring you close, kissing you sweetly. You almost lost your balance, but Lucius held you. When you broke,e and he looked at you, the smile in his eyes and lips made you understand. 

“I do feel the same, but I am still a broken man,” he told you, “Would you be there with me to learn to love again?”

“For you? Anything” you told him. Lucius smiled and pulled you in for a hug.

That night, you lay in his arms as he recalled the memories he had as a child. He recalled the memories with his mother, his grandfather, and the man he admired, who was his father. You remembered Maximus, who set out to get revenge against Emperor Commodus. Here, his son lay after twenty years of being away from Rome, only to end up in the same games his father played in. Lucius was strong; you knew he was. 

You were not told about the plot to de-throne the emperors until a few days later. Lucius returned from his naval battle after trying to kill General Acacius, only for his mother to go and tell him about her plans. Lucius felt terrible for letting his anger get the best of him and almost killing the man his mother clearly loved. He told you about their plans and how Macranis was slowly inching his way further and further into the emperor's minds. He was evil; you both knew it, but how much did the people know. You could always feel the tension between the people and the emperors, knowing they were close to rebelling. 

It was a lovely afternoon when a few men came to take you to Lucius mothers home, Lucilla stood at the gate with a smile on her face. You embraced her and walked in together. As you two talked you could tell she wonderd how much you knew. 

“They do not hold the people's hearts,” you told Lucilla casually. “One wrong move by the emperors, and I fear the people may result in madness.” You gave her a knowing look that, hidden within your words, were hits to cause something to get the people on their side. 

“I fear that as well,” she told you. Lucilla was already aware of the people's disloyalty. She nodded her head twords you, understanding that Lucius had told you everything. “How is your gladiator?”

“Very well” you told her smiling, “he has a heart I havent even beguin to understand fully. I look forward to learning more”

Lucilla smiled, another knowing glance. She could see the blush on your cheeks and maybe also your red lips. There was a glow about you, something only Lucius could bring out. 

“Lucilla. He makes me believe in Rome again,” you said to her. A vulnerable statement with no layers or undertones, a clear meaning anyone could understand. You did not wish to hide how her son made you feel or believe in a better future. 

“You have truly helped him find himself then,” she said. “I always knew his father's heart was in him” 

“He's got his mother smarts as well,” you told her, “and his grandfather's spirit.” Lucilla could feel your pride for her son. Lucius was a good man who had overcome so much in his life. Now that he was here in Rome you could believe that Rome could change and be better. Lucilla could sense this revelation and leaned back in her chair. The rest of the afternoon was spent gossiping and even talking of favorite tea flavors. It was evening when you arrived back at the gladiator's homes. You were not alone. The moment of capture happened so fast that you had no time to panic. You were unconscious before you even fell. 

When you awoke, you were in a lavishly designed room. Around you were some chairs, a table, a small closet, and a window. You rise from the bed, realizing you are still wearing the pink dress you wore to meet Lucilla. As you walked over to the window, you looked out onto the Roman streets and noticed the Colosseum loomed close to the building. You were inside Macranis house. When those doors opened, the man himself walked through the doors. He smiled at you and clapped his ringed hands together. 

“Welcome,” he said. You looked back outside before you glanced back. 

“How long have I been here?” “Only a few hours,” he told you and walked over. “We have a spectacle to put on today, my lovely. Get changed, and I will escort you to the Colosseum.”

“What spectacle?” you asked. 

“It will be your spectacle,” he said, “A spectacle for the people on what happens when you fool me.” As he left, you felt yourself fall to the ground. He had planned for your death since that first incident, and now he had his opportunity. You dressed in the lavish white gown he wanted you to wear, your hair was braided elegantly, and you were led out to the games. As you walked in, cuffs were put onto your hands. 

The more you walked, the more you realized no one was on this side of the colosseum; you were going to the second entrance to the gravel pits. You stepped inside, and every memory that was housed here from your time came flooding back. You remember your fights, your rage and your ability. The ability to fight for survival had been lost to you, put away but now back. 

“Passed famed gladiator y/n now here for her traitorous acts of not honoring an engagement and being with a slave gladiator, Hanno” the announced shouted twords the people of Rome. You could hear the disagreeing voices of the crowd. This was what a mass crowd looked like when angered. As you looked into the emperor's box, you saw Macranis smiling and the emperors watching with intrigue. Lucilla sat in her chair near them chaine,d and General Acatious was held similarly. Lucilla looked at you with fear for yourself and yourself. Understanding shone in your eyes; you were all here for one territory or another. Macranis had made your spectacle be first saving Lucillas and the generals for later on that day. You where calculating your odds when the doors opened. Lucius walked out but stopped once he saw you in the center. The guards around you were ready to close once he came closer. He walked slowly, never letting his eyes leave you.

“y/n…” he muttered, pain evident in how he spoke your name. He worried the whole knight over where you were.

“Wait,” you told him. You knew they would be listening, and you didn't need him being dragged into this. You were still thinking of how you were going to get out of here when a sword was thrown at your feet. You glanced twords the box as Geta stood. 

“Gladiator, do your job and kill this…whore before you. She has betrayed a dear friend of the emperors and must be punished.” He spoke with conviction, sure of his words and actions. The crowd booed at them; some stood, and others stayed seated, speaking their minds. Lucilla looked twords you; maybe she could also sense the emperors losing their support. The emperors were oblivious to the rising hatred. You looked back at Lucius, hoping he could see the rage in your eyes. You wanted to show these people that they could fight against the emperors against the people who oppressed them. 

You crouched and gathered your sword and locked eyes with Lucious.  You moved your hands so the chains clanked against one another, and Lucious's eyes grew. Good, he knew what to do. Lucius raised his sword, showing his acceptance of the game. He charged at you, and in the last moment, you opened your arms till the chains pulled against one another, and Lucius' sword swung down, breaking them. The guards around you readied their swords. 

“Seems I get to see you in action now” Lucius said with a smirk.

“Ready to see what a champion looks like?” you asked smuggly, turning around and becoming flush with Lucious own back as you wathed the wtow sides of the arena.

“You ready?” he asked. “As I'll ever be” 

The guard charged, and you danced with them. Your sword flew through the air, your enemies falling prey to the sharp edges. The dress you wore flowed with you, you were the waves against the italian shore flowing with power and grace. The cuffs and loose chains rattled against your arm and sword as you spun, making your ears ring. Blood now stained that white gown and you hardly cared. Your hair slowly came loose from those braids, and you felt the same feelings you had all those years ago. You had been free for three years, and here you were back where you started fighting for your life, which was exhilarating. You missed the way your blood pumped and your sword cut. You missed the way a sword felt in your hand, like the perfect extension. When you spun around and realized too soon all your enemies lay dead on the collosium floor, you breathed slow and deep. You soaked it all in, letting the sun warm your face. It was exciting when you looked behind you and found Lucius turning to face you. You both had slain the men put here to guard and potentially kill you. When you looked up at the box and saw Macranis with a crestfallen face, you knew you had one last thing to accomplish. As you looked around, you saw one of the men with a knife strapped to his side. You stormed over twords him, dropping your blade with a clatter and ripping the knife out of its sheath. Lucius was by your sid,e instantly taking the knife from you. 

“Lucius” you said daringly. He only smiled.

“Allow me the honors” he said, “I said I would kill him for you and that is what I intend to do.” 

You watched as the man before you somehow found a way into the emperor's box, walking past everyone there and right to Macranis, who had no time to fight before the knife was plunged deep into his heart. There were words whispered by Lucious into Macranis's ear, only for him to know. The look that befell Macranis's face told you that whatever words had been said had killed him more than that knife had. 

“Guards” Geta yelled, but no one came. As you looked at the crowd, you realized why. There, the people took up their own arms and fought against the soldiers stationed there. Your intended execution had caused the people to realize their low place in this Roman world, and now they were doing their best to take it back. As Geta and Caracalla left the coliseum, you knew their lives would be ended shortly. 

*

Lucious stood out on the hill looking down twords Rome. You wandered over from your farmhouse and hugged the man, sliding to his side. 

“You overthink,” you told him. He laughed before looking down at yo,u pulling you closer to his side. It was a wordless encounter, knowing only you knew him and his soul now. Lucilla and Acacius were alive and back in their home in Rome, leaving you and Lucius to move out to the countryside. You preferred this life, a quiet one, compared to your formal living arrangement. You still worked as a doctor, tending to some of the locals and Lucius when he got nipped by the chickens. It became well known that they preferred you to him. You relaxed in Lucius arms, this was what your father had been talking about. Peace and steadyness in Rome. You could feel it, like Rome had been holding her breath for so long, and now she had let go. The people of Rome were treated better now, in the hands of the people for the people. 

“I guess his dream was not a whisper after all,” Lucius said. “Our fathers will now be at peace”

[rareblackcat]

I was tagged to participate by @liondrakes

1/ Which category of alterhumanity do you belong to?

I have adopted quite a few labels over time. Therian was the first label I was introduced to and my main label to describe my animal identity. I am a vacillant therian specifically, as I don't have an animal-human side and am both simultaneity while still experiencing shifts that vary in intensity. I also use transspecies because it aligns with my feelings of being a werecat trapped in a human body and my wanting to change my body. I also use the border term Nonhuman because I am simply not human despite my current form.

2/ What/who is/are your type(s)? (if you have any)

I am a winged werebombay but I just say werecat. Bombays are a specific breed of cat. I am a Bombay specifically because of my domestic nature, as Bombays were bred to be pets and I look like them in my full and feliped forms. As a werecat, I can transform and have three different forms. One is felinoid (Humanoid cat), the next is Felianthro (anthropomorphic) and the last one is fully cat. You can see what they look like here

3/ Do you experience shifts? If so, can you tell us your most common shifts and your strangest cameo shift (if you've ever had a cameo shift)?

I am permashifted and I experience mental, phantom, and envisage shifts. How am I permashifted while being a vacillant therian? Because my shifts never reach non-existence. If shifts are on a scale of 0-10 with 0 being completely human, I simply never reach 0. My strongest shift is my phantom and envisage one. The two types of shifts come together for me allowing me to see my in my mind's eye/imagination. I can feel my whole body being covered by a phantom body or just specific limbs.

4/How do you experience your alterhumanity in everyday life?

My animality affects the things I like to do. I love to eat meat and fish, sun basking and, I'm pretty social for a cat so hanging around my friends is always nice. Being a blend between human and cat I'm pretty good at blending in. I'm my most cat when I am alone or with my boyfriends. Being cuddled and taken care of like a pet is the best.

5/ What do you think of the community?

I am in many different Alterhuman communities, I'm on TikTok, I occasionally look through Reddit, I'm in a few Discord servers, Pinterest, YouTube, and even some forums. I can't give a proper answer because the community is just like any other community, it has its good and bad parts, its misinformation, and its joys. I will say that information about different alterhuman experiences is lacking in certain communities and would be useful. All in all, I think the community is both chill and fun but also a bit high-strung in some places.

6/ What are the things that make you most comfortable and euphoric in your alterhumanity?

Being able to talk to like-minded individuals who understand me always makes me comfortable and euphoric, I also enjoy looking at media and pretending I'm in that world in my true body (though I don't have a hearthome,) I do enjoy wearing gear even if It doesn't help with my dysphoria, and my boyfriend treats me like a cat so talking to him is nice too. I also enjoy sleeping, eating meat, rubbing myself on soft blankets, sitting in the sun, biting, and play fighting.

7/ Are you experiencing species dysphoria?

I do experience species dysphoria almost every day. It to me, feels like I have an incomplete body that doesn't quite fit me. I don't hate my body and my true body would still incorporate this one, though it would look a bit different, It's just this one doesn't quite fit who I truly am on the inside.

8/ What advice would you like to say to a young alterhuman who has just awakened?

"Education is elevation" is something a beloved content creator of mine says. When looking for what labels fit you don't fret about asking for other's experiences who use that label and jump into some ask boxes. Do your research and ask around, hear both sides of the argument before you make up your mind on something.

9/ Do you have/want to have gears?

I do! I have a pair of ears, a tail, and some gloves. I do have a mask but I don't wear it unless I need to protect my identity. I've already ordered some black fur leg warmers and some more ears. I'm looking to buy a pair of wings and some fake teeth.

10/ Do you know/have any theories about the origin of your alterhumanity? If so, tell us! (all beliefs are legitimate)

I consider my Therianthropy to be psychological but I do not think I was born a Therian but I was born a bit animalistic. I watched a lot of animal media that helped foster my identity. My identity is behavioral and something that just feels right at the same time. I act like a cat and so calling myself one feels right. I think my animal identity is just something I developed over time. I think from a psychological standpoint the idea that therianthropy might be psychoneurological. Our brains might be wired differently and that causes us to act more animalistic and then our brain either latches on to an animal that matches what the brain experiences or we push it away and train it out of ourselves.

11/ Tag someone/a creature to answer these questions!

@zith-ipeth @bunnyboyzyon @creatureheart @wanderingcritter

@thatintrovertedbobcat If you're a mutual and have already done it please @ me!!/nf

If you are a alterhuman, reblog and answer these questions!

(don't be afraid to write a lot, do what you want ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯)

1/ Which category of alterhumanity do you belong to?

2/ What/who is/are your type(s)? (if you have any)

3/ Do you experience shifts? If so, can you tell us your most common shifts and your strangest cameo shift (if you've ever had a cameo shift)?

4/ How do you experience your alterhumanity in everyday life?

5/ What do you think of the community?

6/ What are the things that make you most comfortable and euphoric in your alterhumanity?

7/ Are you experiencing species dysphoria?

8/ What advice would you like to say to a young alterhuman who has just awakened?

9/ Do you have/want to have gears?

10/ Do you know/have any theories about the origin of your alterhumanity? If so, tell us! (all beliefs are legitimate)

11/ Tag someone/a creature to answer these questions!ㅤᵕ̈

[merlucide]

BLLK BOYS X CURLY HAIR S/O! hcs

notes: written with the limited knowledge I have on curly hair 🙏 so hope it’s alright !! [Requested!]

characters: Chigiri, Sae, Bachira, Ness

warnings: cursing probs, ain’t proofread

CHIGIRI HYOMA

adding him for the sole purpose of HAIR DAY DATES 🗣️

You and him, the small counter, and bottles and bottles of hair product and styling tools 😍

Bae you don’t ever have to worry about the back of your hair bc hyo-baby GOTS YOU !!!

No knots allowed!! Not on his watch!!

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I can also imagine you, hyo, and his sister just chilling around one day watching a movie and like sitting in one infront of another doing hair LMAO

The Chigiri siblings GOTCHU YOU

You looked so cutsey it’s insane

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Also he’s like, always adjusting your hair

He doesn’t even say anything, just like fixes it lmao

Def is down for matching hairstyles (maybe not around his friends tho hehe)

Expects princess treatment for helping you lmao

ITOSHI SAE

(trying to learn how to write 4 him😭🙏)

Very quiet about his thoughts (that are positive anyway)

Thinks your hair is absolutely stunning, especially since it’s on you

will say “you look nice” but that’s about it

lowkey hates HOW LONG your routine takes

he just asked if you wanted to go to the beach to walk around

And he asked that like, 45 minutes ago

‘IM ALMOST DONE!!!’

He does like watching you do your hair routine— or more like being there in the same room

He understands the importance of self care, just not to this extent LMAO

like he combs his hair and has a simple face routine, but anything that extends 10 minutes seems over the top to him lol

Will def help you with anything tho, fast learner hehe

ALSOOO!-

when it rains he always gives you his jacket to put over your head to protect them curls 🗣️🙏 very gentlemanly I’ll say

BACHIRA MEGURU

he loves help you form curls!!

Like spinning his finger around and making them ya’know? :o

desperately wants to touch your curls but if you don’t want him to he will try (TRY) not to

Cue aggressive self-restraint stimming from Bachira

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Wants to have you do the same routine on him lol

whiiich you do :3

Hes so excited to be involved and like, touched LMAOO

If you wear bonnets to sleep he wants to wear one too

it totally slides off while he sleeps and never tries to wear it again but still!!!!!!

ALEXIS NESS

absolutely entranced with your beauty

Nonono like, for real

Is in love with your curls 😍 he could watch em’ bounce for hours man

Like okay— in Ness’s mind there’s like a ‘filter’ if you would

And when he looks at you you’re like glowing and smiling n show motion with sparkles in your eyes

And you could just be like, chilling in your pjs LMAO

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Will watch you do your hair routine with stars in his eyes

His hairs kinda curly too— well wavys a better word, but he doesn’t style it like you do

If you ever wanted to style his HED BE MORE THAN HAPPY!

jus happily sitting there criss-cross while you work your magic

help sorry if anything ain’t right— my hair is as straight as a pin soo 😭🙏

Made January 3rd 2025

[teenidlegirl]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝓑eauty 𝓞f 𝓣his 𝓜ess ♡ 𝓒hapter 𝓕ifteen

꒰⠀⠀⟡⠀.⠀military!miguel⠀𝓍⠀fem!neighbor!reader⠀.⠀⟡⠀⠀꒱

⠀ ᰦ 󠄀 ྀ .⠀♥︎⠀summary.⠀while enduring this pregnancy journey, you unexpectedly meet miguel’s mother and she offers support. miguel finally returns and he begs but you won’t give in. on a final note, you finally make a decision about the baby.

⠀ ᰦ 󠄀 ྀ .⠀♥︎⠀content.⠀angst, pregnancy, emotional distress, arguments, swearing, heartbreak, weird chapter (beginning is reader’s pov, later half is where chapter 14 left off)

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THREE WEEKS AGO.

since the ultrasound and that encounter with the little boy and his mother at the grocery store, you’ve been conflicted about this pregnancy. from the beginning, you were uncertain about keeping the baby because there was no room in your life for one. it was never a consideration to have children. but these recents events have slightly altered your view.

the ultrasound picture hangs on your fridge, a reminder of the reality you’re in now. a tiny blob currently growing in your womb. at first, it was stored away in your drawer of your nightstand to avoid seeing it but eventually your mind changed and decide to hang it up. you’re still somewhat fascinated by it, that tiny blob that will eventually be a miniature version of you, if you decide to keep it.

but that decision continues to linger in your mind as each day passes by. whenever you go out and see a mother with her child, you always envision your own scenarios with your own potential future child. those envisions always made your heart swell. the other day while taking luna out for a walk, you saw a woman with her daughter, who appeared to be a toddler, having their own little mother-daughter picnic. both wearing matching dresses with floral prints. it was such a heartwarming scene, the mother showing off her affection for her daughter with hugs and kisses over her head. just like any other scenery, you envision yourself with your child, in this case a daughter. having your own little picnic and wearing matching dresses, cute mother-daughter bonding.

you didn’t realize tears slowly swelling up in your eyes until your sight became a bit glossy. the conflicting emotions were too intense that you had to walk away, rushing back to your apartment. that was when you decided to hang up the ultrasound pic.

the conflict grew more complicated and it was annoying the hell out of you. but with these heartwarming scenarios, you’ve been gradually leaning towards the possibility of keeping and having the baby. imagined a miniature version of you wandering around the apartment, giggles and babbles bouncing off the four walls, luna being chased by the baby. these types of scenarios were making the decision more complex than it already is. but the fear and uncertainty still lingers as well.

lately, your friends have been visiting you to check how you’re doing and wondering if you need anything. lyla would blurt out a million questions about the pregnancy and what it’s like growing another human inside you, she’s a little nerd on the inside. mj would be making and prepping a nice cup of tea or whatever drink you want. anne would grab blankets to provide you comfort you need especially during these chilly nights. all of you huddled together as if it’s a sleepover during your teen years.

the boys would visit as well. peter would tag along with mj after getting off from work like the first time. eddie would show up at your door with whatever food you were craving with a stupid smile on his face, both of you munching on the food while shit-talking about jameson and any other asshole from work. one visit, anne tagged along with him which surprised you and made you raise a brow. their excuse was for accidentally arriving at the same time. you couldn’t help but smirk, they definitely showed up together. harry made a stop by and offered comfort. like everyone else, he offered support but it was different since the man was loaded as hell. in the end, you are forever grateful to supportive and caring friends.

but you were still missing the support and care from one specific person. miguel still hasn’t responded and you give up at this point. the message was clear he did not want to be involved and never return so why bother anymore. no matter how much you wish for him to answer back and show up at your door, you had to get over it. waiting on him was killing you. you had to stop hanging onto that thread of hope. there wasn’t any left, it vanished completely.

you had to let him go.

no matter how much you didn’t want to and now matter how much it made your heart ached.

but the pain and suffering he inflicted on you forever has a profound impact. there were still moments, mostly at night, you would shed tears because of his negligence and betrayal. still in disbelief that the very man who vowed his love to you, made you feel loved and valued like no other, abandoned you when you needed him the most. left you with another broken heart expect this one hurt more than ever because you believed he truly loved you like you did him.

as days passed, that love you held for miguel in your heart gradually transformed into hatred. your heart no longer beats with warm and adoration but instead resentment and anger. once red now black and cold, as if it has rotten like an apple. perhaps like the poison apple from snow white.

joel broke your heart, miguel rotten it.

perhaps love was a complete joke.

you truly believed miguel was different than joel. he would restore your broken heart and replace that pain with new profound love. however, he did the same as well but rotten your heart with false hope instead. the second man to damage your heart.

only pain and anger beats for them both.

the text messages and calls stopped. there were utterly useless and it was clear miguel wouldn’t come back. the conclusion was that he wouldn’t be in the picture and you didn’t care anymore. his silence was enough for you that you no longer needed him. it may be a difficult journey but you can do it without that asshole. you won’t let miguel win.

currently, you’re returning from the local bookstore that is around the block. luckily pets were allowed so you were able to take luna with you. a sci-fi horror book was your new purchase and to be added to your book collection. it also severed as a reminder to clean out your bookshelf of books you no longer need or like anymore, it’s a bit cramped as well.

heading to your apartment, you notice a woman standing in the middle of the hallway, more precisely in front of your apartment. your brows furrowed slightly in confusion as you slowly approach her. the woman seems to hear you as she turns around. curly brunette with little streaks of silver.

she offers a kind smile. “hello, are you…” your eyes widen a little when she mentions your name.

“yes…” you say skeptically. “and you are…?”

“i’m conchata o’hara, miguel’s mother.”

you stand there in shock. you finally met his mother. never would’ve thought of actually meeting her one day, mainly due to what miguel had told you about their estranged relationship.

but the real question is: why is she here?

now you’re even a bit more skeptical.

“forgive me for arriving unexpectedly, i know we’ve never properly met due to my and miguel’s situation so it may be a bit awkward.”

she seems to be… decent so far.

“the reason i came here today is because i know about the whole situation.”

well, it’s not like miguel is here and she could visit.

she takes one step closer, a sorrowful expression on her face. “first and foremost, i want to say i’m so sorry you’re battling this alone.”

oh… this was a little unexpected.

“you shouldn’t be and i’m so sorry. i wanted to come here to see you. i understand if you don’t wish to accept it since i’m miguel’s mother but believe me, i’m just as furious at him as much as you are, hija.”

so she aware of his son’s stupidity, good to know you both are on the same page. since she’s his mother, she most definitely pissed the hell off like you. a mother’s fury, especially a latina mother, is something everyone is afraid of.

“i… i appreciate that very much, señora.”

“please, call me conchata.” she offer a kind smile.

you lightly shake your head, smiling back. “i like to be polite, especially meeting for the first time.”

“you’re very kind, hija. really too kind.”

“would you like to come in? i can make café if you like?” you offer kindly.

“i would love that very much.”

you welcome conchata into your home. luna greets the woman with several barks before silently sniffing at her ankles with her tail wagging. as you heading to the kitchen to make coffee, conchata gently guides you to the living room instead.

“i can make it, hija. don’t worry about it.”

“but you’re my guest, it’s okay.” you kindly inject.

“you’ve got to much on your hands. please don’t worry, it’s the least i can do.”

sighing, you comply. you sit down on the couch while conchata makes the coffee. orange juice was your choice of beverage due to your pregnancy. after a few minutes, she returns with a mug in one hand and your glass of orange juice in the other. you thank her with a kind smile as she hands your glass of juice and she takes a seat on the other side of the couch.

“firstly, how are you doing, dear?”

you knew she’s referring to the pregnancy. “i’m alright. thankfully, i don’t have morning sickness anymore and i can actually function.”

the woman smiles softly, relieved to hear you’re doing better. “i’m very glad you’re feeling better. i remember it and i do not miss it. i couldn’t leave the bed for weeks, it was un dismadre.”

you softly chuckle, feeling a bit bad for her. “how awful, i’m sorry you had to deal with that.”

she waves it off with a hand. “the glories of pregnancy, such a beautiful thing.”

you can sense the sarcasm in her tone, making you chuckle because it’s true. everyone experiences pregnancy differently and most deal with morning sickness, at different levels yet still an awful experience. truly such a beautiful thing.

you notice her expression gradually transforms into a more remorseful one, sensing the shift of the atmosphere into deep seriousness.

“i just… can’t believe this…” her tone grows quiet, remorseful. “i know i said this before but i am incredibly sorry you’re dealing with this, hija.”

your expression matches her own, silently listening.

“i just can’t believe he would do this…” she truly sounds in disbelief, shocked at her son’s idiotic behavior. “when peter called me and told me everything, i wanted to find him and kill him.”

your eyes widen ever so slightly at her confession but ultimately understand. hearing about your own son disappearing after getting a girl pregnant would set your entire body on fire with pure fury.

“i raised him to be a good man and to be a responsible human being.” her tone turns serious for a moment. “i raised him to be better.”

conchata did, in fact, raised a good man. before everything collapsed, miguel was a kindhearted man. offered his services, fixed your bookshelf and car engine, offered his jacket when you were cold at coney island, always gave you compliments and sweet praises, made you feel happy and safe.

you just wondered why that all was thrown out the window the minute he left.

“what miguel did was irresponsible.” she states firmly, staring at you with such seriousness. “he left you alone to deal with this, it’s unacceptable. i want you to know that i’m beyond furious with him. that man is not my son with that idiotic behavior.”

wow, you like her more.

“if he ever decides to come back, don’t feel obligated to forgive him. i’m not here to persuade you to take him back, no absolutely not. it’s your decision whether to forgive him or not. what miguel did hurt you indefinitely and it’s not forgivable.”

you internally agree with conchata and appreciate her support wholeheartedly. she is right, he did hurt you indefinitely and it’s left a large scar on you.

she sighs deeply before continuing on. “i also understand your uncertainty about… the baby.”

suddenly, you feel your breathe caught in your throat. the grandmother of your potential future child sits in front of you asking about the said child. a sudden wave of anxiousness course through you.

conchata seems to notice your anxious state and gently takes your hand in hers. “whatever your decision you’ll make, i’ll support you completely. you choose what’s best for you. this concerns your well-being, you choose for yourself.”

her supportive words makes your heart melt. you truly appreciate it, especially from her.

“if you choose to keep it, i’ll 100% support you and the baby. whatever you need, i’ll be there.” she states with such sincerity. “if not, i’ll still be there to support you through the process. my house is open to you, and the baby if you choose to keep it. in any scenario, i am here to support and help you, hija.”

suddenly you feel tears prickling in your eyes. the pregnancy hormones only make you more emotional. her support truly means significantly to you and you can’t help but pull her into a tight embrace which conchata gladly accepts, like a mother would.

“thank you so much.” you sniffle.

“of course, hija.” she gently rubs your back.

after a moment, you release each other from the emotional embrace. conchata hands you tissues from the box sitting on the coffee table, quietly thanking her as you take them from her.

“your words and support mean so much to me… appreciate it so much, mrs, o’hara. i’m forever grateful, gracias.” you smile through tears.

she offers a smile. “of course, hija. i’m here for you, my doors are always open to you. anything you need, don’t ever hesitate to reach out, you’re not alone.”

that last phrase makes you tear up again.

‘you’re not alone.’

you know you have supper from friends. you still heavens told your family, nevertheless your parents and you’re still nervous to tell them. the day will eventually come when you’re ready. but now with conchata’s support, you truly don’t feel that alone anymore. miguel is still gone but at least his mother has sympathy and common sense.

after cleaning up tears and the dishes, you and conchata exchange goodbyes. giving you one final reminder to reach out for help. once she left and you close the door, you glance down at your tummy. you place a hand over it, as if silently communicating with the tiny life form growing inside. letting them know that they would have support. the thought makes your heart swell once again.

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PRESENT DAY.

all the blood flowing through your veins went entirely cold. the beating of your heart suddenly stops. waves of fury corses through you like a tsunami. you can feel the anger radiating from your skin.

miguel is back.

the son of bitch that abandoned you finally came back, standing in front of you with a scared expression that pisses you off. after 3 weeks of abandonment, the bastard decides to finally show up. you scoff mentally at the thought, in pure disbelief at his sudden return.

part of you wants to cry and yell at him for the pain he caused. scream all the pain and suffering right in his fucking face. kick and punch the shit out of him. if you weren’t carrying a tiny being in your belly, you would beat the shit of miguel with no hesitation. back in your teen years, you use to put bitches back in their place if they messed with you. unfortunately, you can’t give miguel the same treatment.

“you son of a bitch…”

miguel gulps anxiously at your cold tone of hatred that you harbor for him, rightfully so. it wasn’t the saw gentle tone contained with love and gentleness. not in the sweet manner you used to talk to him. he feels trails of sweat down the back of his neck.

“bebé, i—”

“shut the fuck up.”

you cutting him off so abruptly makes miguel wince, he feels utterly pathetic and guilty. you notice it and you scoff mentally, he really was pathetic.

“you fucking asshole…”

miguel deserves every derogatory word from you. asshole, bastard, son of a bitch, all of it he deserves it. he calls himself all those terms too. he deserves every once of your anger towards him.

“you left me…” you whisper with such sadness and anger, feeling tears gradually swelling in your eyes.

you sound so heartbroken that it stabs miguel right in the fucking heart a million times. he can feel his own tears swelling his eyes of guilt.

“lo siento, bebé—”

“you LEFT me!” you snap at him, eyes wide in fury which silents him immediately. “you left me for 3 fucking weeks, miguel! you left me to deal with this shit by MYSELF! I CALLED YOU AND TEXTED YOU AND YOU NEVER ANSWERED!”

your voice of frustration echos throughout the entire parking garage. it wouldn’t be a surprise if people, either inside or outside, could hear.

miguel just stands there like the pathetic, guilty fuck he is. eyes swelled with tears, on the verge of breaking down. your voice of frustration and hurt ringing in his ears, stabbing his heart.

this is where his idiotic decisions led to, you screaming and crying at him.

“I WAS SO FUCKING WORRIED ABOUT YOU! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?! I TRUSTED YOU! I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!”

miguel panics at that. “i do love you!—”

“NO YOU DON’T BECAUSE YOU FUCKING LEFT ME!” you shout, allowing those tears to fall. “YOU LEFT ME WHEN I NEEDED YOU THE MOST!”

that was a big stab to his heart. it’s the truth, he did leave you when you needed him the most and miguel is a fucking idiot for not realizing sooner. you had to navigate this life-changing situation on your own without his support. you were dealing with this, stressed out and crying for unforgettable hours while his stupid ass was back at his stupid cabin.

he felt tears running down his cheeks.

“i needed you, miguel!” you sob, making it incredibly difficult for miguel to not rush over, cradle for your face and wipe your tears away.

the guilt was hitting him like a train. those tears of pain and sadness in those beautiful eyes kills him, especially knowing he is the cause of them.

“i needed you…” you sob uncontrollably, not caring how much of a mess you are right now. “i was so alone… abandoned…”

now he’s crying as well, the guilt hitting him harder.

“i waited… waited for you to come back…” another sob. “but you didn’t.” your tone went cold for a sec.

he should’ve gone back sooner so you wouldn’t have gone through so much suffering he caused. but he can’t change the past, the damage is done and miguel has no control over it.

“i went to the doctor’s appointment alone… sitting in the lobby alone in a room with other patients with their partners… supporting and comforting them… DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING HARD THAT WAS?! SITTING THERE AND WATCHING THEM GETTING THE LOVE AND SUPPORT THEM NEEDED WHILE I WAS SITTING ALL ALONE?!”

miguel feels like the biggest asshole in the entire universe. he remembers your text that day after unlocking his phone weeks later and how he broke down into tears. now hearing it again from you makes him cry harder, the guilt consuming him.

“I FELT SO FUCKING MISERABLE!” you shout, sobbing uncontrollably once again. “I HAD TO DEAL WITH THIS SHIT BY MYSELF! I CRIED SO MANY TIMES BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU DID!”

it kills him to think about it, the amount of tears you shed because of him. miguel really hates himself.

you pause a moment to wipe some tears away. miguel still fought the urge to wipe them away himself because he knows he can’t.

“i trusted you… with everything… my heart…” your voice dies down, now more remorseful which makes miguel’s heart ache. “i really thought you were different… i thought you were the right man… a good, caring person… i thought you were the one…”

miguel stares at you with wide, tearful eyes. he wanted to be the right man, he still wants to be the right man. but his stupid actions changed that.

“but i guess not.”

now he starts to panic. no, no, no. he still wants to be the right man for you. miguel loves you and he doesn’t want to lose you… but he already did.

“i thought joel broke my heart and he did but you… you just rotten it to the fucking core.”

miguel’s own heart shatters at that. putting him and that asshole joel in the same sentence makes him seethe, remembering what joel did to you, but realizes he hurt you more.

“mi amor, please i’m so so so sorry. i should never have left you alone, i scared of—”

you scoff, rolling your eyes. “scared of what?”

“losing you!” he cries.

“you lost me the moment you walked out that door.”

miguel’s eyes widen once again. panic causes him to step forward and reach out with a shaky hand. “please mi alma, let me explain—”

“stay the fuck away from me.”

the bastard winces again and immediately steps back, shooting a remorseful glance.

“you hurt me, miguel, and i will never forgive you.”

his teary eyes widen once again. but then he remembers his mother’s words.

‘then don’t expect forgiveness immediately.’

‘i won’t forgive you until she forgives you. but i highly doubt she will and i do not blame her one bit.’

you won’t be forgiving him, not any time soon or ever which means his mother won’t either. but your forgiveness is much more important.

your expression turns cold, serious as you glare up at him with piercing eyes. “i don’t give a fuck about your excuse. i’ll say this once and once only, stay the fuck away from me and my baby.”

miguel’s eyes widen in shock again, both at your cold demeanor and the word ‘baby.’ he didn’t have time to respond expect standing there like a fool as you rush past him without sparing one final glance, leaving him alone in the parking garage. tears trailing down his face as he process everything that just happened. he feels his whole body go into panic mode, chest heaving and breathing heavily. feeling the entire world crumbling in his grasp as you walk away.

that’s when it hits him, he just lost you forever.

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ever since the argument with miguel, you’ve been staying at anne’s apartment. despite telling him to stay away from you, you knew he would keep running back to you since you’re literally next door neighbors. luckily, anne was kind enough to offer and allow you to stay at her place until things cool down. but honestly, who knows when that will happen.

since the argument, miguel has been leaving hundreds of text messages and calls. oh how the tables have turned. you blocked his number, thinking you should’ve done it sooner the moment he left and never came back for a while. but at least he gets a taste of his own fucking medicine.

with all these emotions, you’ve been thinking hard lately on your decision about the pregnancy. reflecting back your argument with miguel, you remember telling him to stay away from you and your baby. you referred to the tiny blob growing inside your belly as your baby, officially. you just said it to spite him, it was a spur of the moment. but reflecting on it got you thinking hard about this baby.

you’ve been rethinking everything. in the beginning, you were very uncertain about having a baby. there was no space in your apartment for another being, nevertheless a baby. although, you do make enough money to support another person. being a journalist does make you come home with some bank. it’s possible to make a small savings for baby stuff, a crib, car seat, stroller, diapers, and clothes. money doesn’t seem to be an issue. you just have to make little room for a crib, it can work out or just look for a place with two bedrooms would be easier.

but what’ve you been really thinking about is sarah, joel’s daughter. reflecting on those times during your relationship with joel, despite joel himself and his idiotic behavior, it was beautiful. sarah was a daughter to you and treated her as if she were your own. the way she sometimes called you ‘mom’ always made your heart skip a beat. earning such a title with significant meaning was an honor. she viewed you as a role model and a mother figure she’s been needing since her biological mother left once she was born. you stepped into that role and you enjoyed it very much. all the time you had spent together, shopping at the mall, painting each others nails, cooking and baking together, gossip about boys she had crushes on, do pranks on joel. you never realized how much you missed that.

sarah was your first glimpse at motherhood. you miss that bond. with this baby, you might have a second chance at having that bond again. don’t be mistaken, you miss sarah terribly, she is forever in your heart and viewed as a daughter to you. but with your own baby, you get to relive that bond on a much bigger level. a true shot at motherhood. perhaps you are ready for motherhood and just didn’t realize you’ve experienced it before.

luckily it was your day off so you remained in anne’s place and quickly texted the girls to come over to tell them big news regarding the baby. a few hours later, anne, lyla and mj show up with anticipated faces. all gathered up sitting at the dining table, they anxiously wait for the big announcement to come.

“so i finally made a decision….”

they can feel their hearts beating in anticipation. of course they knew about your uncertainty about the baby, whether you’d keep it or not. especially how terrified you were in the beginning. they all have been so supportive of you throughout this shitshow. now it’s finally time for the big reveal.

you, on the other hand, are anxious as your fiends are. heart pounding in your chest due to the anxiety flowing through your veins. it was a major thinking process for coming to a decision but part of you is finally prepared to finally reveal it.

“i’m keeping the baby.”

cries of relief fills in the air as your friends approach you with tearful eyes, warm embraces, and words of encouragement. that heavy feeling on your chest is finally lifted. the anxiety has suddenly vanished and relaxed with relief and happiness. for the first time in weeks, you cry tears of happiness.

you’re keeping this baby and are willing to take steps for preparing for motherhood. there were many doubts in the beginning but you’re fully confident to take this big step in your life. you want this baby and raise it with nothing but love and care.

but you also want to show that you’re capable of raising a baby on your own without miguel. you want to show him that you can do this without him because you don’t need him. he lost the right the moment he wakes out the door. you’re going to show him you can do anything and nothing will stop you.

miguel can go fuck himself.

you and your friends end the night celebrating your big exciting news. while enduring a night of celebration, many blocks away back at your apartment building, miguel sits at the edge of his bed breaking down into tears for the nth time as he stares remorsefully at the picture of you and him at coney island you’d taken in a photo booth. drowning himself in tears of guilt as he realizes what he’s lost.

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₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 late winter tales

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ exciting fics coming your way this year! i'll be starting with the most anticipated ones, though they're not listed in the order I'll be making them. ill be updating this whenever I have any ideas, lmk if you want to be tagged in anything, stay tuned!

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dear harry - harry potter x reader | series ☀︎♥︎

➥ In which, since your fourth year, you've been writing unsent letters to harry, pouring out your feelings in words he was never meant to see. by your sixth year, the letters stopped, buried and forgotten at the bottom of your trunk. now, in your seventh year, a girl you’ve never quite gotten along with stumbles upon them—and delivers them to harry. but here’s the catch: the emotions that once fueled those letters have faded, or so you tell yourself. the bigger surprise? harry now feels the way you once did.

sidelines - regulus black x reader x sirius black ☀︎♥︎

➥ In which, you’ve always been close to the marauders, practically earning the title of the fifth member of their group. so, it came as a shock to everyone when they discovered you were dating regulus black—especially since they were all rooting for you to end up with his older brother.

waited on apologies - harry potter x reader ☀︎♥︎

➥ In which, harry has fallen for a girl he knows he will never be more than friends with—due to her blood status and crazily old fashion parents who want her to settle down with another pure blood boy.

when you know, you know - george weasley x reader ☀︎♥︎

➥ In which, you and george have always been inseparable, growing up side by side like family. but before going on the “7 potter” mission, you two had gotten into a small fight but when he’s injured and loses his ear, the bond between you deepens even more, and long-buried feelings come to light.

there is nothing i do better than revenge - ??? x reader ☀︎

➥ In which, you led him on, all to get back at him for what he did to your best friend. But somewhere along the way, he fell for you—hard. when the time came for him to confess, you were gone, as if you’d vanished into thin air.

what letter? james, what letter? - james potter x reader | series ☀︎

➥ In which, james has had longing feelings for you—christmas holidays are nearing and james confesses his love towards you in the letter, exepct you never read the letter, didn’t know it existed.

silly girl - sirius black x reader | inspired by smuttyfandomgalore ☆

➥ In which, sirius is on the run as padfoot and ends up being taken in by a nice and shy girl which he soon finds out is snapes daughter. the very same night he finds out, he reveals himself as sirius black. | dark content

she - harry potter x reader ☆

➥ In which, harry can't stop obsessing over malfoy's twin sister. what started as a passing thought quickly turns into something deeper, and now he’s constantly thinking about her—despite knowing how complicated things are.

good for you - harry potter x reader x ron weasley ☆

➥ In which, you're dating Ron but harry holds big feelings for you, ron notices and it ends up with him taking you in front of harry.

hooked on - regulus black x reader ☆

➥ In which, Regulus takes his time, but slowly and surely, he corrupts one of Sirius’s closest friends as a twisted form of payback for a past grudge he can barely even remember.

an angel all night - harry potter x reader ☆

➥ In which, harry ruins malfoy's innocent bimbo sister

hopefully I can get all of these out by march, so before winter ends!! ill try my best, whenever the series fics come out ill try to update every other day. happy new years! I have also deleted all requests, some requests are in the list (like the george one) but some aren't, im sorry if yours didn't make it :p feel free to request it again! or feel free to request something new!

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new years day

pairing: Spencer Reid; reader

word count: 2,7k

story: cleaning up the mess with Spence after new years day party

Did we host the best New Year's Eve party of the year? yes. Do we have to clean up the mess in his apartment now? also yes.

As I was saying goodbye to all of my girl friends I saw a glimpse of glitter on the floor that was thrown to the air during the party, they were carrying their shoes from the pain of trying to keep them on their feet all night.

I turned around and saw my beautiful boyfriend, Spencer, dressed with a black blazer that was now off and he was wearing a plain black buttoned shirt. He was picking up everything he could find and throwing it inside a big garbage bag.

I walk towards him after I lock the door and hug him from behind. "you can leave it there, I'll clean it tomorrow" I say, a little aphonic from all the yelling and talking I did.

"it's gonna be tiring to do it tomorrow" he says, visibly exhausted, I think it wasn't a good idea to host at his place, but he insisted.

"I promise I'll clean up tomorrow" I say as I kiss his shoulder getting on my tip toes to accomplish that action.

He sighs and leaves the bag, he turns around and wraps his arms around my waist, sometimes in my mind I compare that feeling to wearing a corset, he's got such a strong grip he has left more than once a little reddish on my skin.

He holds both sides of my head and kisses me, so soft, so warm, so Spence.

"did you have fun?" I ask. He limits himself to smile and nod. I hug him and stroke his back.

"let's go to bed baby" he says aphonic as well, it was the first time I saw Spence having fun, really having fun. It was a weird combination of guests, his coworkers, my coworkers, my friends, their boyfriends, and some other plus one's. The entire building was having different parties at each apartment, so no one complained.

"do you think tomorrow Ms Johnson will gossip to you about how bad and little she slept?" he asks. I laugh "she definitely will, we have a bond, but I won't confess we were part of the problem...I'll say we went to my parents house, so...be my alibi"

"I'll always be your alibi baby" he says against my lips. "what the hell did you drink? you stink" he says smiling against my lips. I laugh, a bit offended.

"everything you drank!"

"oh no, you drank more than me, I only ate" he says

"no you did not, you liar" I accuse offended.

He laughs and says "yes I did! every time I turned around with chips on my hands you were drinking! once I saw you drink straight from a bottle!". You blush and smile "mh.. weird, I don't remember that" you say as you leave.

He laughs and kicks the garbage bag so you don't trip with it in the morning. He follows you to the bathroom where you're taking your makeup off.

"did you see there's people using beef to moisturize their faces?" you ask while creating bubbles in your face.

"we have some in the fridge if you wanna try" he says smiling, now aware of how you're not gonna do that.

"yuck". He smiles and strokes your lower back.

"this is a nice dress" he says while feeling the texture of the beads and little stones on your dress. He lowers his hand and strokes your butt. You smile. He pats your butt and leaves.

When you finish washing your face you go to his- your bedroom (he has corrected you many times) and try to take off the dress, mission you fail successfully. "help" you say still trying to reach the closing. He gets up from the bed and stands behind you, he holds the closing and starts to lower it, you can feel his breathing. Drunk and horny, that's a new one. He holds your waist and presses you closer to him, he kisses your now bare shoulder and pushes the straps down your arms, feeling your skin, you feeling his hands and his growing bulge, he bites your shoulder and you smile.

"it's a hot night, I think we should sleep naked" you hear he says, very blunt Mr Reid.

"is it? or is it just an excuse to be quicker in the morning" you ask, laughing.

"tomorrow we'll be so sore we won't even be able to pull our clothes off" he says. He turns you around so you're standing face to face and starts to take your dress off and your lingerie starts to be visible to his sight. He laughs "blue and pink?", you smile "what does it stand up for? barbie?" he says smiling.

"no, pink to attract sweetness and love, and blue for focusing on the new projects" you say, very serious.

"what do you need pink for? you have me." he says squinting his eyebrows.

"well for that, to keep that love"

He smiles and kisses you. His hand strokes your lower back. "let's go to bed" he whispers.

After you put on your designated shorts and shirt you get inside the bed, as soon as you cover yourself with the blankets he pulls you closer and rests his chin on your shoulder. Obviously you're the little spoon (which sometimes switches, cause he's a little baby).

"happy new year baby, I'm glad...I'm so happy that we're starting it like this" he says with his voice calm and low as he kisses your temple. You were about to reply when you felt his soft snoring hitting your ears, you laughed and rested your head on the pillow "I am too baby" you whispered and fell asleep.

honestly I imagined it more with Matthew in his new years day party outfit. Son of a bitch, he looked gorgeous, he has me dripping foam from my mouth.

[reignpage]

hiiii i hope this doesnt add to the super specific ask about the eden characters and doesnt seem weird but im kinda curious of what the eden couples argue about, like what causes them to argue and how long does it take for them to resolve their issues? (maybe also what they do for forgiveness? like im thinking someone would cut up fruits for their lover as an apology 💀)

Two questions in one ask HOW GREEDDDY😡

Gojo and reader

In college:

They argue about Gojo’s friends. The frat guys who are rowdy and boisterous. Most of them are nice enough but frat guys get drunk and they become people reader can’t stand to be around. But they’re Gojo’s boys so he gets defensive. This is a recurring issue so it doesn’t really get resolved, it just dies down until it gets brought up again

In life:

They argue over Gojo’s immaturity. He’s too go with the flow sometimes and it leaves reader to deal with things, like he’s always lived in a position of privilege so there are some things he misses or he just doesn’t know, like how to lead a business or be a good role model.

It doesn’t take very long for Gojo to realise because he can see her getting visibly panicked.

Gojo apologises for leaving the responsibility to her by stepping up and getting serious. And then he’s pampering her with a spa day and shopping

Geto and reader

Generally:

Geto has a tendency to become withdrawn, to start smoking more often and to lose sleep, not telling her what’s on his mind. It’s hard for reader because she’s never been in his position so she doesn’t know what to do, she wants to give him his space but she’s worried giving him too much would just allow him to spiral more, but then pushing her way in might just push him away altogether

It varies every time. Sometimes it takes a week, sometimes it takes a month etc

Geto can only apologise and try to do better, making up for lost time and attending all the therapy. But none of it ever seems to do the trick

Choso and reader

They don’t have deep issues to resolve lol, these two are like hippies, it’s all just weed and art for them

But reader does get annoyed when Choso leaves his supplies around. She trips on paint cans or stubs her toes on canvas lying on the floor. She gives him the silent treatment.

It never lasts long, choso’s got a sixth sense when it comes to his muse. And he hates making her upset, so he’ll clean everything in the house just to cover all bases. And then he gets on his knees and literally begs her to forgive him.

Reader always has a devious idea for a punishment (not always sexual but tends to be) it could be something like being her nude model for hours. Choso will do whatever, he has little pride lol

Toji and reader

Oh god, these two argue all the damn time. It’s mostly reader telling Toji off. Something like leaving his basketball everywhere or staying out too late or not throwing beer bottles away or getting into a fight with another player or a coach etc etc

It can last a while since they’re both stubborn. Longest was when he quit his job as a physical trainer without consulting her and that fight lasted three weeks. But generally it’s days.

Toji knows he’s usually in the wrong and he cozies up to her, rubbing her shoulders, hugging her from the back, kissing her until she breaks.

They fuck it out.

Lots of angry sex. Sometimes they fight just to have angry sex.

Nanami and reader:

They don’t have little fights. Nanami’s literally perfect, he has no flaws no I am not biased. Reader on the other hand is full of flaws and bad habits lol. But he’s forgiving and oh so patient, so there’s rarely ever any issue.

They do have big fights though, mostly around reader’s insecurities. Like the research partner. There’s no shouting, just tears, a lot of tears and lot of sobbing and begging.

When he sees her like that, Nanami’s heart breaks. Like literally. He falls to his knees and begs her to let him in, to not push him away, to trust him and believe him when he says there’s no one else, there’s never been anyone else.

He holds her in his arms until she calms down, takes her to the bath, and does her whole routine for her. Then he takes her to bed where he tries to soothe her and lets her fall asleep crying. When they wake up, reader is ashamed.

He doesn’t let her apologise.

Sukuna and reader:

Boy oh boy where do I begin with these two?

They argue over a lot of things. Sukuna hates when she’s nice to stupid, rich men, especially if they’re handsome. Reader hates when he’s nice to stupid rich, women, especially if they’re beautiful, and oh my god if they’re beautiful AND younger. Sukuna gets upset because she never butters him up like that. Reader is upset because he’s never nice.

They fuck it out.

Lots of angry sex that are more like hate sex? It’s just the forest over and over again, in every surface in every room in every conceivable position.

Then they’re good again.

Sometimes reader remembers what happened in first year and just gives him the silent treatment. Oh god sukuna hates the silent treatment, it’s worse than when she screams at him and attacks him, or even when she snubs him in public. He tries to do it back to her and these ice cold moments in the estate where they pretend the other doesn’t exist can last weeks, months. One time lasted 5 months.

Sukuna always caves first. He cuffs her to him when she’s sleeping so she’s forced to acknowledge his presence and even though she breaks the silence first, they both know he lost

He doesn’t mind losing when it feels like winning

[456-is-the-way]

A/n: I made a previous pot earlier today, announcing I will be making more Squid Game fanfictions. If you want to be tagged in them, please comment or dm me, and I will make a list. Also, if you have any suggestions for a character x reader, please let me know/ in the request box, dm, or comment here, and I will also tag you! After this part, I have an In- Ho x reader coming up soon! And more. So keep looking on my page!!

Tag list: @carolinevoight ALSO anyone know why it won't let me tag people? Some people i couldn't get on here 🥺

Triggers: Death, Mild Gore, Mentions of Torture, and SMUT

Seong Gi-hun x Reader

Game of Hearts pt.2

The clock struck 12 when a knock came to her apartment door. (Y/n) took a deep breath grabbing her wallet then making her way to the door. She had to mentally prepare herself all night long; this was nothing more than a professional friendship. She stayed awake pondering why this happened to her. (Y/n) never acted out with a client like this. But her endless hours with Seong Gi-hun , all the unspoken works, lustful gazes, and gentle touches she hoped something good could be true. This entire time was just them becoming… closer friends? The next knock broke her out of the trance. (Y/n) let the door fly open her breath was taken away just as quickly seeing Gi-hun. He told her this was just a professional outing yet here the same man is dressed up to perfection. Gi-hun’s raven hair was slicked back perfectly and a fitted tuxedo to match.

“Are… you serious Gi-hun?! You said casual but what is with…all this?!” (Y/n) exclaimed out of breath already from just the sight of him. Gi-hun pouts softly those expert puppy eyes find their way down to her. “N-no.. d-don’t give me that look!” She whined placing both hands on his chest gently pushing him away.

“I know but you always look very nice and I figured why not dress up for our special day out?” He grumbled, continuing to give her that pouting face. (Y/n) groaned before grabbing his hand.

“Be lucky you are cute.”

“Wait you think I’m c-” He was cut off being dragged out towards this car. ‘Remember this is all professional,only friends.’ She thought.

_1 Year Later_ (Start of season 2)

The following year had been a mess for (Y/n). It felt like Gi-hun purposefully made extra time for them, daily meetings, friendly dinners, and how close he would get. Hovering over her while she worked or pressed against her from behind. It all was very confusing, all these signals just to be told they are friends…All she could do was smile and agree. However, today changed everything when (Y/n) and one of her workers found the salesman. Gi-hun felt his pulse rate spike as they were on a phone call. “Be careful! Do not get too close, I am on my way.” He said slamming on the gas pedal.

“I will be fine Gi-hun! Shit we are on foot again. My tracker is on so I will be fine.” She said, The race against the clock had Gi-hun sweating in fear of losing (Y/n) . At this point having the salesman in his grasp didn’t matter.

“Hey! Are you there!? (Y/N) answer me!” Gi-hun yelled as he heard scuffling , the sounds of a fight. “Fucking answer me!” He cried before the phone went dead. This was worse than any other nightmares he experienced. Worse than all those dame games combined. Gi-hun slammed on the brakes, jumping out of his vehicle running down the alleyways turning each corner; the only sound was his own heart beat ,thumping against his chest. “(Y/N)!” He yelled and looked around before falling to his knees seeing blood all over the ground. His heart sank, falling to his knees seeing her phone there on the ground. He rubs his tears away before calling his other contacts. He would tear down all of Seoul if that's what it took….

Seong Gi-hun had searched the surrounding areas and had men everywhere looking for you but nothing. The man finally decided to go back to his hotel to ponder everything but hope was fading quickly. That's when it happened he froze seeing the hotel door was not locked as usual, you are the only one who had a key to his place. Gi-hun pulled his gun out walking into the building. Each step felt like it made the hall grow in size. Was it even possible? He didn't know if it was dizziness or the idea of finding your dead body. A tense feeling formed hearing your whimpering coming from one of the rooms. Gi-hun rushed into the door nearling falling as he did. (Y/n) was laying on the bed tied up soaked in blood. It set a fire in Gi-hun seeing her in this condition. He pulled the blind fold down, her eye bruised and tear flowing down them. “(Y/n)...” He whispered, undoing your binds.

“Gi-hun.” She gasped, leaning against his embrace. “I am sorry the girl I was with told him I knew where you would be… He made us play some games… I won and he shot her. Gi-hun he is in the room he-” (Y/n)’s eyes widen as Gi-hun cuts her off with a passionate kiss. (Y/n) leans in moaning loudly fisting his raven hair.

“(Y/n) listen to me… Stay here I will be okay. I promise here’s my weapon. If I don't come back I want you to shoot him.. I love you okay? I want you to stay here, don’t move…promise me.” He begged, (Y/n) nodded slowly.

“I promise.” She whispered, giving one last kiss. (Y/n) closed her eyes tightly, unable to watch Gi-hun disappear. Now she laid there breathing heavily. Her body flinched hearing the gun shot go off. (Y/n) knew she promised Gi-hun to stay put and the shot shattered that. She darts to the door, opening it to find Gi-hun standing there with soft eyes.

He took (Y/n) by the hand gently leading her to one of the bathrooms, “Clean up and I will get you new clothes.” Gi-hun turned around but (Y/n) grabbed his arm.

“Don’t leave me…” She whispered. Gi-hun nods looking down into her eyes. His own widen seeing as (Y/n) starts to unbutton her shirt. “Its okay to look.” (Y/n) reassured Gi-hun, after the comment he couldn't pull himself to look away from her gorgeous body. The blood soaked clothes hit the ground and the bloody mess ran down towards the drain. (Y/n) sighed deeply letting the water fill up. “So we aren’t just friends…are we?” The long awaited question was finally asked.

“No, we are much more than friends.” Gi-hun whispered .

“THEY WHY?! After the last 2 years of leading me on… did you not realize how it made me feel when you kept reminding me we are just ‘friends?’... I won't accept ‘I was trying to protect you’ as an excuse.”

He frowns picking up the rag to clean (Y/n)’s back,” Listen… I have nightmares every night about the games and ever since I met you my nightmare was seeing you die there. These people are fucked up, (Y/n) you seen what that guy is capable of and it was just you and the other girl. Imagine that but only your friends being forced to play these twisted games. I realized I had dragged you in far enough not including gaining feelings for you which I could tell were mutual. I never meant to hurt you but I knew I would rather you be heartbroken than dead because of me.” (Y/n) rubs her tears away, not giving him a response yet continues to allow Gi-hun to wash her body. “Let me get you a towel.” He whispered gently, turning around to get her one of them once she looked over to her Gi-hun felt body go warm. He was struggling this whole time to be a gentleman but seeing (Y/n) naked before him sent his blood flowing south.

It would be hard not to notice the bulge in Gi-Hun’s pants as he stood there like a deer in headlights. “I assume it's been a while?” (Y/n) asked and poor Gi-Hun could only nod in response, unable to form proper words. Step by step she took her time walking towards her handsome partner. She gabbes Gi-hun’s hand as he blindly follows her into one of the many rooms the hotel has.

“(Y/n)-”

“Gi-hun shut up.” She pushed the door opening before turning around sitting on the bed pressing her breasts together. “Strip.” Her voice is low and commanding. Like an obedient puppy he instantly began to strip, first his shirt. (Y/n) was surprised by his nice lean body having some muscles around his arms. She smirked as Gi-hun slowly pulled his pants,along with his boxers, down revealing his throbbing cock. “Lay down.”

Gi-hun quickly throws himself on the bed causing her to giggle. “Sorry but god you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” He was sitting up as she crawled on top of Gi-hun. He eagerly found her lips grabbing a fist full of her (h/c) hair groaning as his cock grinds against her wet cunt. “God you are a soaked baby.” He reached down rubbing her clit roughly earning angelic moans from her mouth.

“Fuck Gi-hun!” She gasped as he flipped them over, pressing her into the bed. Gi-hun kissed her neck roughly, his hands glinds up and down her body. “Mmm, I need you!” She pleaded which all it took as he plunged into her warmth. He groaned loudly, not hiding any of his vocal pleasures.

The sounds of their heavy breathing and slapping skin filled the room. He moaned as (Y/n) rolled her hips up, “God baby.” He growled, thrusting harshly as the bed started to shake. “I'm so close.”

She pulled him closer. “Please baby cum in me. Load me up!” (Y/n) begged, pressing her body up against Gi-hun’s. He reached down rubbing her swollen clit helping her orgasm. “FUCK!” The female cried out as her inner walls clamp down, milking his cock dry.

Gi-hun shakes from the pleasure forehead pressed against her. “That was amazing.” He whispered before pulling out collapsing beside her. He nuzzled (Y/n)’s cheek as the cuddle under the covers. He sat there pondering the next move to make because in the salesman’s pocket was a card… If he went he wanted to make sure (Y/n) would be safe and taken care of…

_October 31st 9pm Club HDH_

“Stay here and promise me you will be safe? I don't want you to get hurt.” Gi-hun whispered. “I love you baby.”

(Y/n) took a deep, “I will be okay my love now hurry up and go. It's only 3 hours before it's time to meet and I know it’s a decent drive.” She kissed Gi-hun once more before he left. (Y/n) took a moment going to the window as their team set out to the Club HDH. After she was positive they were gone (Y/n) reached into her own pocket pulling out a card, on one side a triangle, square, and circle was printed, on the other a time and location.

‘If you want to ensure his safety the only way is to join yourself. We both know how he is, don't we?’ Those words from the salesman were stuck in her head. (Y/n) knew Gi-hun had to join the games… she wouldn’t allow him to go alone. Gathering her stuff she ran out to follow her GPS to the pick up location…

[synvil]

Interested // VID : 002 » Viewing Pleasure (( Camgirl! Series ))

a/n : ahhh thank you for the love and support ! <3 feel free to leave thoughts, comments or suggestions, either in the comments or my ask box! :3 picture found online.

btw i can’t fucking think of titles for the life of me.

synopsis : things between you and jj get a little tense. meanwhile another person seems to grow infatuated with you and you’re getting a little excited for your next stream?

agh i’m so bad at titles and summaries ;-;

Vid : 001 // Vid : 003

viewing pleasure m.list

“Add to cart~!”

You squeal in excitement, unable to contain your joy as you make your first purchase online after your payment came in from your first stream.

"Haha, I can't believe it. I can even afford to get same-day delivery."

JJ stands at a distance, watching you with his arms crossed and his lips in a thin line. His eyes are unable to leave your form, constantly trailing up and down your body, always finding itself on the round of your ass. He bites his lip, attempting to be discreet as he taps his fist on the surface of the countertop a few times before clearing his throat. "So, I assume it went well."

“You kidding?” You whirl your head towards him with shining eyes. “It went way better than i thought. I’m so relieved.”

JJ gives a bitter smile, his brow twitching slightly. “So you made some decent money then. That means you’re not going to stream anymore?” He says, making his way over, pulling at his shirt to tuck it over his pants in hopes it covers the visible erection.

“Hmm.. no, I might continue.” You say, watching as he takes a seat beside you, and his brows furrow. “What? I thought you made enough money for rent.”

“well, yeah, but I like being able to make so much money.. and I had a lot more viewers for my first stream than expected.” You reason, setting your phone down after making the purchase. “I mean, I don’t have to stress about finding another job that pays me so little, and with streaming, I can work any time, any day.”

JJ sits up straight as he narrows his eyes at your reasoning. Being able to make money fast was nice but it shouldn’t be at the expense of your body online. “[Name], what about all the creeps online? Who knows what kind of weird old perverts were saving videos and pictures of you?”

Your frown becomes evident on your face, but part of you knew he was right. Streaming wasn’t the safest activity and you didn’t want to sound greedy, but having that much money was more important to you right now. You’d only keep going to make enough to save for bills and stuff, while also saving enough for your own miscellaneous purchases. But..

“I know you’re right but i’ll be okay, J. Besides..” a flush overcomes your cheeks as you shyly look away, feeling embarrassed to admit this to your best friend.

“I kinda liked the attention.. It’s nice hearing and reading everyone complimenting me and liking what they saw. I might do more, but I won’t go crazy with it. I’ll only do it until I make enough in savings.”

JJ hitches a breath, his eyes widening when he hears your confession. It wasn’t anything serious but the way his cock twitches and his heart pounds makes him look away. “You..like showing off your body?”

“Y-Yeah..” You nod in confirmation, pink tints on your cheeks as you look away.

The blonde swallows a bit, holding his breath to gain some control as he turns away. “Shit.”

“JJ?”

“I gotta go. Talk to you later.” He abruptly stands and walks off, heading out of your house and to the door, shutting it behind him as he mounts his truck and drives away.

Your taken back and wonder if your confession drove him away, sighing softly and feeling a bit of guilt filling you up as you turn back to your phone and try to distract yourself.

“Who would’ve thought?..”

Rafe found himself repeatedly looking through your photos on your social media, in disbelief that you were on Kildare Island with him. And it pissed him off knowing how close you were with Maybank, seeing the many pictures of the two of you together.

If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve assumed you two were together.

But how has he never seen you before..? He’s practically grown up with JJ yet he can’t seem to recall ever seeing someone like you around.

Surely he’d remember someone so fucking attractive.. his thumb can’t seem to swipe away from your bikini photos.

Before he could admire any more, Topper sends him a text.

‘Bro, were you watching the link I sent you? Holy shit, she’s so hot. What I wouldn’t give to get a chance to fuck her.’

Rafe scoffs at the text as he rolls his eyes. Of course he noticed Topper's user donating money to your stream as well. Topper was really irritating sometimes. It seems all he could care about was sex and money. You definitely seemed like the type of person who was very sweet, innocent and pure.. someone who he could easily destroy and corrupt from how petite you were, as he hovers over you and slowly travels his hands down to your cunt, the same pussy you were rubbing just yesterday and—

“What the fuck?”

Rafe lets out a shaky breath, catching himself and his thoughts, unaware of his hardened cock in his tight jeans, the desperation to be freed evident from how painful it was becoming.

He brings his hand down and palms himself for a moment, doing anything to relieve himself before he grunts and pulls his hand away. There was no way he was going to be jerking off to someone he didn’t even know existed until now.

“Shit, I need some fucking air.” And despite the restricting pain of his jeans against his cock, he swipes his keys off his desk and heads out, taking his bike on a ride.

"Ugh, so damn stubborn." JJ plops down on his couch, dragging a hand over his face as he inhales heavily. He pulls out his phone and finds himself scrolling through social media. The blonde was sitting at home, frustrated at your insistence to keep streaming. Surely you made enough to cover rent for the next month or so, so why did you want to keep streaming for everyone to see?

It fills him to the brim with jealousy. No one should be looking at you in that way. Much less, a particular kook.

Shit, he was so distracted by you that he forgot what happened during your stream. "Fucking Cameron.. the nerve of that bastard." He scowls, conflicted about what to be more annoyed at. You continuing to stream or Rafe Cameron being one of your viewers.

“Delivery!”

Pounding on the door snaps JJ from his thoughts as he looks up from his phone, thumb instinctively shutting off the device to hide the fact that he was sifting through the photos of you two together. “Comin’!”

With a sigh, the blonde runs a hand through his hair as he makes his way out of his room towards the door. He opens the front door to see a familiar man behind the screen and he feigns a smile. “Rich, always a pleasure.”

Growing up on Kildare meant a lot of the residents knew each other, including the delivery man, who had a mutual disliking towards JJ, grimacing at the sight.

But JJ merely just shares a playful grin. “It wouldn’t kill you to smile, y’know. Afraid you’ll get wrinkles?” He jokes and the man rolls his eyes. “Shut it, Maybank. You’re lucky I don’t throw your damn package in the ocean.”

JJ gasps at that, widening his eyes childishly. “Well, that’s not very environmentally friendly!” He laughs as he takes the box from his hands. “But anyway, what the hell is this? I didn’t order anything.”

“Well, it’s not my problem now.” Rich hands over the device and pen for JJ’s signature. JJ fiddles with the box, inspecting it curiously before taking the device to sign. “What is it?”

Grunting in annoyance, the delivery man swipes the device from Jj’s hands. “The fuck should I know? Piss off, Maybank.”

Scoffing at the rudeness, JJ turns around and kicks the door shut with his foot before walking over to the counter in the kitchen. He finally sees the address line on the box and recognizes his house address but the name piques his interest.

“[Name]?” He murmurs, confusion lacing his eyes as he pulls out his phone. “Must’ve forgot to change it from last time..” He taps along the screen before reaching your contact.

« [Nickname] / Princess 😘😍 »

Out of curiosity, as he’s typing away a message, he goes over to a drawer and pulls out a pocket knife before heading back over to the package. It must've been the package you had ordered earlier.

‘Hey, a package came to my house with your name on it. Think it got sent here by mistake. Want me to drop it off?’

Once sent, JJ sets aside his phone and cuts through the top of the box with ease, expecting it to be some clothes or such you bought for yourself.

But the item inside was completely unexpected.

JJ’s mouth becomes dry as he attempts to wet it by swallowing whatever he could as he looks inside.

Inside the box was a remote controlled, vibrating toy.

“D-Did she buy this for her next stream..?” JJ breathily exhales, his jaw clenching at the way his hardening cock twitches at the imagination of you rubbing the vibrating wand over your clit, and the possible lewd noises you’d illicit.

“Fuck..” Maybe another stream couldn’t hurt. He was conflicted. He couldn’t let you do this on camera, but he’d be damned if the thought didn’t excite him. His mind reverts back to your words.

‘“I kinda liked the attention..”

“Y-You liked showing off your body?”

“Yeah..”’

JJ clears his throat as he closes back up the box, finding a roll of tape in his drawer and securing it back up before setting it somewhere else for you.

As he sets it down, his phone buzzes from a text from you.

‘DON’T OPEN IT JJ! I’ll come by and pick it up soon’

JJ grunts at the message and exhales sharply, turning off his phone. “Too late..” He mutters under his breath.

“Thanks, J. I’ll try and stop by later tonight. Need anything while I’m out?” You take the box from his hands, JJ seemingly uncharacteristically avoiding your direct gaze. Regardless, he shakes his head as he clears his throat, leaning against the doorframe as he crosses his arms. “Hey- So, you’re streaming today?”

You carry the box towards your car, visibly relieved to see it untouched and smile lightly before turning to JJ. “Yeah, why? You gonna try and talk me out of it again?”

“No-! No-“ He clears his throat again when he realizes his outburst and awkwardly scratches the back of his head. “Uh, just- good luck, y’know. I’m sure it’ll be great. And hey- we can reschedule tonight if you’re not feeling up to it.”

You set the box on the bottom of your car in the back and furrow your brows at his words. “Thanks. But we’ll see. I should be able to come over on time if I’m not busy, but i’ll let you know.”

“Of course.” The blonde manages a smile, sending you finger guns before he waves you off. “Drive safe.”

Entering your car, you wave goodbye before pulling out and driving towards the Yacht Club, on the border of the Cut and Figure Eight.

“Dude, you should’ve watched til the end of the stream. It was amazing.”

Topper’s voice is heard when Rafe Cameron steps onto the large dock, walking past various other patrons on the benches and tables, and stepping up to the bar where Topper and Kelce stood.

Kelce shakes his head at Topper’s gushing. “Nah, man, streamers aren’t my thing. I mean, why would I spend so much on some girl i don’t even know and won’t even get to touch.” Kelce notices Rafe approaching and nods at him in acknowledgment. “Hey, you agree with me right?”

“Agree with what?” Rafe says as he stands beside them and Topper scoffs lightly. “You watched the link I sent you right? God, she’s so hot. You should’ve seen what she did before she ended her stream. I bet she’s streaming again today.”

Rafe barely manages to hide his eye roll, his hands clenching into fists. If he was holding a glass, he was almost sure he’d crack it. Something in him stirred the more Topper talked about you, and it made him angry. He had to maintain his self control before he punched the shit out of him.

But it made Rafe confused. Why was he so angry every time Topper opened his stupid fucking mouth? He had the exact same thoughts about you.

Was it because another man was talking about you? It wasn’t like you were his. He hardly even knew you. Is it jealousy?

Tch. Rafe Cameron, jealous? He hasn’t felt jealous since years ago, when his then still alive father was always favoring his sister over him. Rafe Cameron was not jealous.

He barely pays attention to Kelce and Topper, and instead catches a familiar voice nearby.

“Thanks, Sofia. It was actually more helpful than I thought, so thanks for telling me about it.”

“No problem, [Name]. I actually watched it last night, you were great.” Her playful wink makes you laugh a bit bashfully and embarrassingly as you wave it off. “I’m still a bit shy but I think what I bought today will help me a little more this time.”

Sofia slides something across the counter for you and you send a grateful smile as you pick it up. “Thanks. Good luck with the rest of your shift. I should be free this weekend if you’re down to hang out.”

“Actually, this weekend was when I was planning to stream.” She says apologetically and you only grin at her. “I’ll be watching you then. I could learn a thing or two.”

You both share giggles with one another before she’s called somewhere else and waves goodbye to you. You wave farewell and take the item off the counter before turning away.

But as soon as you do so, you meet eyes with someone, who’s staring intensely at you with parted lips, almost like they couldn’t believe you were standing before them.

Giving an awkward smile, you pull yourself away from the counter and turn to leave, heading back to your car.

“Time to go.”

a/n : so ima be honest, i didn’t fully watch every episode of obx, so idk how completely accurate the places are and the availability of pogues being able to just enter these establishments, so im changing it up to just being, whoever’s got the money can come in, even though im sure a lot of country clubs and such are invitations only.

anyhoo hoped you all enjoyed! i’m actually tryna figure out how to get more involvement with Rafe and how to get him introduced- like should he walk up to her or dm her orrr ya. any suggestions would be lovely!! <3

spoiler : i have a plan to invite one of them on stream or one to practice off camera ;)

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