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mossyivy · 5 months

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Imagine pregnancy cares with Leon…🥹🥹

You’re hungry? He’s running to the store at 3:00 AM to make you some spicy noodles with a side of pickles. Your feet are swollen? Put your legs up on his lap and let him massage those feet! The baby won’t stop kicking your ribs? Well they’ll get a stern talking to! >:(

I feel like Leon would definitely not let you do one single thing around this house, hell, you couldn’t even get up to grab a glass of water anymore. He’d carry you around the house like a little princess, setting you down in bed and tucking you in, kissing you goodnight like you were a little kid. Talking to your belly in the middle of the night, telling it random and silly stories, acting like your baby knew what the hell he was talking about.

Don’t even get me started on your bump, he’d looooovvvveeeee that big ol’ belly of yours. When you wore those pretty flowy sundresses because you refused to wear pants during the last month or so of your pregnancy, how those dresses would show your bump (and your melons, wink wink👀) off were definitely the best parts. You were the prettiest thing in the world to him, even more now that you were carrying his child.

If only I could give him that cute domestic life he deserves…

- Anon! 🎀

Oh my God, I love domestic Leon so much... He deserves that typical white picket fence life.

So there's conflicting resources online so I'm just gonna make an assumption here. July-December is when most babies are born. So far the same of a time line we'll say you're due in September.

So it's like the dead ass middle of July. Hot as balls and it's 3am. You want spicy noodles and pickles. (You're usually craving) But when you go to the kitchen they're both gone. You just grab an otter pop from the freezer, and head back to bed. The bed dips under your weight as you sit, adjusting your pillows before you lay back. The window AC is at that perfect angle where it's hitting you enough to make you chilly as you curl up with your snack and blanket.

Leon rolls over in his sleep, putting his arm around you and pulls himself closer to you with a groan. Lifting his head without opening his eyes, you know what he wants. Leaning down you give him a kiss. He sinks back into his pillow, tongue jutting out to wet his lips.

"Why... Do I taste cherry?" He opens his eyes, looking up to see you already drinking the juice from the clear package.

"No noodles? No pickles?" He questions, turning on his back as he takes in a sharp yawn. Rubbing away the sleepy gunk from his eyes.

"We're out." He turns his head, watching you look at the empty wrapper in disappointment. He sits up without a second thought, still groggy as he grabs his wallet off the nightstand giving you another kiss before he stands up. Slinking out the door in his pajamas.

30 minutes he comes back with fresh made spicy beef noodles from your favorite late night Korean dinner and a jar of pickles the size of a baby. An you bet you scarf those things down while he watches you like your his whole world. This goofy smile on his face while you slurp up glass noodles and glance at him.

"Wuh?" You say through chews. He chuckles, shaking his head.

"Nothing babe, just eat your noodles." He moves in getting comfortable. Rubbing your lower back and belly at the same time while talking to the baby until he eventually falls back asleep with his head on your thigh.

SUN DRESSES WITH A BABY BUMP WOULD MAKE THIS MAN GO FERAL! There's this thing about pregnant women that men find attractive because their instinct is to detect fertility and protect. Which is insane as is...

But when it's your own partner? Oh boy.

He thought you were beautiful in sundresses before but now it's just heightened!

It's getting harder to bend and pull things up with an entire human being inside of you so you resort to the old reliable method. Dresses. Everyday.

You wobble out of the bedroom with your flip flops. Dropping them on the floor you slide them on. Ready for a day at the beach together before the baby comes. The dress is a shade of blue, slightly low cut but really showing off the girls with how much you've blown up during pregnancy.

Leon's outside fighting with the chairs trying to get them in the back of the car and fit the cooler at the same time. Already breaking a sweat and they haven't even left the driveway yet. You walk out, watching him fight for his life against these chairs and finally he gets the trunk to shut and he sees you. The first thought that crosses his mind was:

oh shit... She looks that good? Do we have to leave the house?

Followed by: That's mine, she's mine. Carrying my baby inside her... And looks that sexy doing it. Maybe we should have another kid right away after the first one...

His brains going in overdrive before you tell him you're getting in the car. He quickly comes around, helping you buckle yourself in and shuts your door for you.

The entire day it's hard for him to not be constantly touching you. He usually just guides you by a hand on your back but he's got you pulled close, a hand on your thigh, giving you kisses more frequently. Even going for an ass grab or two without caring if anyone is looking.

And you bet your ass the second you two get home you're getting a shower together. Just to make sure you get all the sand off of course (👀)

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x fem reader #🌿 ivy writes #🌿 ivy replies #resident evil x reader #leon s kennedy

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hwallazia · 9 months

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ATEEZ’s FANFICS — a masterlist.

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the following content may contain : fluff, smut, angst, comfort, comedy, slice of life. minors do NOT interact with any posts that include smut.

𓂅 ʚ PARK SEONGHWA ɞ

HALLEY’S COMET — drabble, fluff

in which wrapped in seonghwa’s warmth, you discover your home in his embraces, where tears are jewels of love.

WE KNOW : PART ONE & PART TWO — two shot, smut + s2l?

in which your boyfriend’s murder hurt for so long. so one cold night, you’d revenge him by meeting the head of the responsible for your boyfriend’s death. you thought it’d be a piece of cake but turns out he was so much smarter than you.

𓂅 ʚ KIM HONGJOONG ɞ

LATE NIGHT WORSHIP — drabble, smut + non idol!au

in which hongjoong is the best boyfriend in the world as he fingers you in your sleep <3

PRETTIEST WHEN OVERSTIMULATED — drabble, smut

in which you should’ve known better before teasing your boyfriend under the table while dining with your parents.

𓂅 ʚ JEONG YUNHO ɞ

YOUTH — drabble, angst + childhood friends to lovers

in which crossing the threshold of teenage years was so much harder without him by your side. among the echoes of a park, you look for that lost euphoria, which was wrapped in memories shared with him.

SKIN — one shot, fluff + angst + f2l?

in which yunho soothes you after your boyfriend breaks up with you.

𓂅 ʚ KANG YEOSANG ɞ

nothing yet ... keep browsing

𓂅 ʚ CHOI SAN ɞ

AT YOUR MERCY — one shot, smut + idol!au

in which after shamefully losing a bet against your boyfriend, you’re forced to do whatever he wants for a whole week, and when there’s only one day left for the punishment to end, your boyfriend decides to finish it with a flourish.

LOVE LANGUAGE ft. wooyoung — one shot, smut + poly!au

in which after a long, tiring day at work, all you want to do is come home to your boyfriends and cuddle with them. of course they fulfill your wish, but with something more. a little surprise for you.

SURRENDERING TO DESIRE — one shot, smut + idol!au

in which after a very long year of hard work, san and you decided to spend the holidays in namhae. but you happen to be busy even on vacation, barely exchanging glances with your boyfriend. until one night, you find the moment of intimacy you need with him.

SOOTHE ME, SUGAR — drabble, fluff + non idol!au

in which san pampers his girlfriend when it’s that time of the month for her.

ANT!FRAGILE — one shot, smut + coachella! san

in which you pamper your successful boyfriend after his dream night at coachella.

GIVE IN TO ME — drabble, smut + non idol!au

in which san gives you some special princess treatment.

SIREN — one shot, smut + non idol! au

in which too many words aren’t needed to get laid with your dream man.

BITE IT, LICK IT, SPIT IT — drabble, smut + married!au

in which san discovers a new fetish while you ride him.

𓂅 ʚ SONG MINGI ɞ

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𓂅 ʚ JUNG WOOYOUNG ɞ

MAKE UP SEX — one shot, smut + non idol!au

in which the lack of attention from wooyoung was suffocating you. he’d have to compensate you somehow. and fortunately, he knows exactly what you need.

LOVE LANGUAGE ft. san — one shot, smut + poly!au

CHIHIRO — drabble, angst + lovers to exes

in which you finally let yourself let him go during a cold rainy night.

OCEAN, BED, TATTOO — one shot, smut + tattoo artist! wooyoung

in which wooyoung tattoos your skin with ink... and with his lips.

SILVER DIVE — one shot, smut + non idol!au

in which you and your boyfriend enter an abstinence zone against your own will since he decided to get his lip pierced. the wait is worth it though.

𓂅 ʚ CHOI JONGHO ɞ

SNEAKY — drabble, suggestive + ceo! jongho

in which jongho naively melts under your slim fingers, already accepting with pleasure that you’d satisfy him so early in the morning. but you had other plans.

#୨ৎ masterlist #ateez #ateez masterlist #ateez fanfic #ateez ff #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #ateez smut

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amourtoken · 4 months

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Good morningggg here's the small gift I promised you yesterday 🤲

*NSFW below the cut, MDNI*

cw: somnophilia (preestablished consent)

♡ Nicky is a night owl and could stay up for HOURS, we'll into the sunrise if you let him. You on the other hand? Not so much. You always end up asleep cuddled next to him during whatever task he'd started well too late.

♡ he's also known for coming home from tour at the most random hours, which has led to an agreement between you two. If he needed you that bad, he's more than welcome to use you even if you're not up and functioning like he is.

♡ he wasn't sure about the whole idea at first but he came home from a 3 week run of tours one night after several delayed flights to find you laid on your stomach in bed in just one of his oversized shirts dead asleep and suddenly his mind was set.

♡ he dropped all his stuff at the door of your bedroom and was damn near immediately on you, his hands brushing up your legs and massaging your thighs, stopping to grope your ass under the shirt that barely covered it. He loved how you felt so much softer against his rough hands, everything about you was soft to him.

♡ thankfully for him you were a heavy sleeper. You looked so pretty he rlly couldn't help himself. He nudged himself between your legs trying to not wake you up, settling on his stomach. It was unfair how fucking pretty you looked even while you weren't awake, he missed you so much these last few weeks and all the stress of tour washed away when he buried his face in your pussy (like usual lol)

♡ you squirmed a little but didn't fully wake up, he just had to fucking taste you. He was rutting himself against the sheets while eating you out, trying to find some form of relief from the ache in his cock. He didn't wanna fuck you unprepared though, he wouldn't if you were awake so why change the routine now? Nicky continued lapping at your pussy while working two long fingers into your soaked heat, only slowing when you sighed and rolled your hips back against his face and hands.

"bein' so good for me and you don't even know it, puppy"

♡ he pulled away just to drag his sweats down enough to free his length, dragging the tip through the slick mess he made between your legs before sinking in. You felt so fucking good around him after being away for so long he thought he'd cum right then but tried his best to drag out the pleasure for as long as he could. He set a slow pace, fucking himself entirely into you and brushing your cervix before pulling out nearly all the way. He wasn't trying to be rough, he was trying to savor everything about you.

♡ it was about now that you started to stir a little, Nicky's fingers dug into your hips a little too hard as he tried to shift you into a better position, dragging you back to meet his thrusts. Fuck you missed him so much, but your brain was so foggy from sleep that all you could do was moan his name against the sheets while he stretched you on his cock.

"Hey baby, you okay? Missed this pretty pussy so fuckin' much..."

"Just a little longer princess- promise we'll cuddle after-"

"Pretty baby...doing so fuckin' good for me- just take this cock"

♡ his thrusts picked up in pace a bit once you woke up, chasing his long awaited end. The sleepy little moans and whines falling from your lips made his cock twitch, and the way your ass bounced against his hips made him nearly dizzy. You were everything he could've ever asked for and he felt like the luckiest man in the world, he has the prettiest little girlfriend to fuck himself into whenever he wants <333

♡ Nicky leaned down to wrap an arm around your throat, tugging you up so your back pressed to his chest while he fucked you. The new angle had his cock hitting just the right spot in you, pitching your moans up even higher and making your legs shake. Thankfully he had a good hold on you. His free hand slid down between your legs, stopping at your stomach before just to feel the light bulge his cock created every time he filled you.

"Gonna cum for me? Missed you so much, need you to cum on my cock- please-"

"So tight for me, fuck- getting close?"

♡ his fingers traced quick circles against your clit, making you nearly thrash in his arms. Tears pricked the corners of your vision as your orgasm hit you hard, you dug your nails into Nicky's forearm while he drug you through it, whimpering and moaning profusely. The way you gripped his cock when you came threw him over the edge, he sank his teeth into your shoulder to muffle a loud moan and sank himself balls deep to fill you up with his cum.

♡ rather than pulling out, he damn near toppled over with you in his arms. You were both sweaty, panting messes but he didn't care. He pressed messy kisses up and down your neck, pouring praise into your ear.

"Did so fucking good for me baby- missed you so much..."

"Feels so good...just stay like this for a little longer?"

♡ "a little longer" apparently meant indefinitely, cause it didn't take but a few minutes for you to notice he'd passed out with you I'm his arms, dick still buried in you. You loved being this close to him though so you really couldn't complain. Poor thing was exhausted from tour and just happy to be home :(((

#Nicky #nicholas ruffilo #I love him!!!!!

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spideyanakin · 1 year

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let me be your harley (e.m)

requested by - @chloefrl // cheerleader!popular!reader and eddie are friends, he always makes her laugh and smile 24/7 , and Eddie is in love with her (let’s say since first year of high school) when he was about to confess his feelings for her, he saw her talking to a jock and that made him realize he wasn’t enough for her so he backed off. Reader noticed this, and confronted him. And he confessed his feelings about her and with something along the lines “your a queen, and I’m just your joker.” Then obv reader says she also likes him and they date :D

warnings - smoking, angst but ends fluff <3, friends to lovers

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Eddie Munson never thought he could have a friend like you.

Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined being best friends with the prettiest girl in school, let alone someone who also happens to be a cheerleader and crowned princess of Hawkins.

But there he was, on a random Tuesday evening, sitting on his bed with a joint dancing back and forth between his fingers and your own, babbling about your favorite lord of the Rings characters.

"What do you mean Legolas is an asshole?" You chuckled as you took a new puff, Eddie watching as your cheeks hallowed and half of your exhale passed through your nose before the rest of the smoke came out of your mouth. You stole a new drag before handing it to Eddie.

"You don't remember that moment in the two towers where he let Aragorn bend down to listen to the earth and struggle and shit and waited for him to come to the conclusion that indeed a whole ass army was headed towards them, and Legolas was just 'oh yeah I spotted them like an hour ago."

"Oh yeah, I remember," you giggled, "but he's not an asshole for this. Legolas is one of my favorite characters," you frowned, turning your head to face Eddie.

You smiled, finding his big brown eyes already staring at you. He smiled back, blowing smoke in your face to make you laugh--and it worked, because you swatted the smoke with a giggle, playfully slapping his chest before leaning on his shoulder.

Eddie wrapped his arm around you, letting you melt at his side.

You hummed in comfort, feeling safe in the warmth of Eddie's arms. Your eyes closing by themselves as you felt your high seep through you.

Eddie broke the silence, cheek leaning against the crown of your head, "he's a good character, but elves can be assholes in general in lord of the Rings."

"Don't shit on the elves, Munson," you hit his chest with the back of your hand, leaning away from his shoulder to meet his eyes again.

A new fit of laughter escaped you both the second your eyes met.

At this moment Eddie couldn't help but stare at you. You had this giddy high smile on your lips and shiny eyes. Hair poking all over the place, your cheer uniform wrinkled from laying down, sleeve falling off one shoulder. You made eye contact again and Eddie thought he was going to pass out.

His heart leaped in his chest and somehow he knew, he knew that he couldn't keep his feelings to himself for much longer.

He had already been head over heels for you since the first time he saw you in that high school cafeteria, and he knew he was ready to lay his life for you the second you exchanged words for the first time.

He had struggled to let the words 'thanks' and 'bye' in the same sentence, causing him to mumble something in between, you had given him the sweetest smile in return and waved your perfectly manicured hand goodbye.

He had to pinch himself every day since the moment Mrs. Smith had paired the two of you for a school project and you had, since then, somehow decided Eddie was a worthy friend: because you stuck around ever since.

He didn't even know how in the world you had anything in common in the first place.

But from the first time you had worked together outside of school, you took him by surprise.

He didn't even think it was possible for someone like you to feel so comfortable in his room, but he thought his eyes were going to pop out of his skill as he watched you graze your fingers excitedly over his Metallica poster, commenting about how much you loved them.

Eddie thought he was going to die right there.

But then, he ascended to heaven when you excitedly pointed to his music tapes your voice feeling like an angel's as you asked him the most obvious question: 'oh my god you listen to that too?'. He blinked, the question taking him by surprise. Wasn't it obvious? With the way he dressed and his reputation.

He barely nodded, too dumbfounded to form a proper sentence.

His eyes scanned you as you wrapped your fingers around another tape you hadn't noticed before, cheering as you showed it to Eddie. 'Oh my god, this is one of my favorites!' his breath caught in his throat as you asked permission to put said tape in his player. You turned up the volume and Eddie knew he was a goner when you started singing over Ozzy Osbourn's voice.

Needless to say, Eddie knew you had been a gift sent from heaven right this moment.

Or maybe you were sent from hell, destined to torment him. For him to fall helplessly in love with you just to never get a chance.

But you liked him back, right?

right.

"God, I wish I could join hellfire." You blinked and turned to him. "I wish I could play an elf too. I have so many ideas for my character..."

"I wish you could too, princess."

And that marked the end of a perfect evening with you.

You would go back to your house, take a shower and wash your uniform in a poor attempt to hide that you had been smoking. You would make yourself something to eat and finish up your homework, reminiscing about how off being in the cheer squad started to feel.

Your friends felt faker and faker by the second, and dancing in a green skirt accompanied with fluffy pom poms didn't feel right anymore, it didn't feel like you.

That morning, Eddie came to school with his intention set. A poorly written speech of what he wanted to tell you crumpled in the pocket of his leather jacket, keywords written in blue on his wrist, but the ink was already smudged by second period.

He felt nervous and jittery since he opened his eyes this morning, sunlight creeping in his poorly closed curtains. The light filtered in and lit up the space where he stuck all his best polaroid photos on his wall.

His eye caught his favorite one, and then it was all a reminder of what he promised himself today was going to be.

This was it.

He was going to muster all the courage he could and ask you ask on a date, jump into the potential abyss of ruining your picture-perfect friendship, with the potential of being able to call you his by the end of the day.

It took him some serious pep talk in the mirror and maybe even half of an old joint he found, hidden in the corner of his room by his guitar.

He was determined to meet with you in the woods, at your usual meeting spot. To sit at the mossy table, share a blunt and a pack of cookies as you gossiped on the latest Hawkins High news. He'd offer if you wanted to share his pack Twix bar, 'how romantic' he thought, and maybe once a comfortable silence had fallen, he would slide in the idea.

If his mouth would let him let the words out.

He knew it wasn't perfect, he knew it was far from the grand romantic gestures you deserved--but it was the best he could offer you in these conditions.

Knowing the fact that your time together always ran short, that you had to hide in between the trees or the comfort of your own homes to just be together--romantic of platonic.

And also knowing that if he didn't let his heart out today, he would probably burst into flames.

So he let out a deep breath, rearranging his bangs in the rearview mirror, fixing his jacket one last time, and making sure there wasn't anything stuck in between his teeth.

He looked around, spying on the crowd through the safe haven of his windshield. He spotted your car, but you were nowhere near it. You were probably already inside, fishing books from your locker or chatting with which ever of your cheerleader bimbo ‘friends’ had caught your attention.

He focused on not making his hand shake as he opened the door of his van, hands immediately finding shelter in his pockets as he made his way inside the school building.

It felt like everyone was staring at him as he made his way through the crowded hallway to reach his own locker. The random eyes that he would normally pay no attention too seemed to be staring right into his soul, judging him and telling him ‘you don’t stand a chance’

But he knew that was far from the truth. No one was reading into his mind, and no one had a laser vision that could see through leather and into his pocket, where they’re be able to read the rehearsed words Eddie had thrown together as if he was writing a new song for his band.

He felt like he was going crazy. Every little noise, every squeaking of a shoe, every locker closing: he could hear. A hyper awareness that made the hair of his arms spike despite his fight to keep himself calm and collected.

He reached his own locker. Easily doing the combination before opening it.

Crumpled papers over crumpled papers. Two stray markers and one ball pen sat in the middle of it all. A stash of weed hidden beneath the pile of scribbled pages, and a stray D and D dice, to which Eddie didn’t even know which set it belonged to. He thinks maybe it use to be Jeff’s old set, he vaguely remembered him using brownish dice for a while.

But he didn’t bother much longer with the question, because it had been weeks since it found itself on the bottom of Eddie’s locker and it would probably stay there until he graduated.

Out of the pile he picked out a virgin page, ripping it in half. He grabbed the first marker that his hands fell upon. An orange color with a thick tip to write, making his letters big and bulky as he scribbled

'meet me in the woods at lunch -E’

He folded the paper as neatly as he could, stuffing it in the back pocket of his jeans.

He waited until the hallway of your locker was a minimal emptied out, students filtering out and heading to their classrooms. He fumbled with his favorite ring, eyes scanning for any potential sneaky glances,

Your locker was almost there, he was halfway to victory, hand already reaching for his back pocket.

But then he saw you.

His face fell.

Your hair was tied up with its usual green ribbon, a bright smile plastered on your face as you spoke with one of the popular jocks; Chad.

He closed his eyes and breathed out through his nose, realization hitting him. He felt the floor crumble under him, ready for the world to swallow him whole.

Chad was the real-life version of a Ken doll. Perfect, shiny blonde hair that would make Steve jealous if he was still in school, a pearly white grin that made Eddie's stomach twist, and crystal blue eyes accompanied with the most charming aura.

He was a jock, with perfect grades, a fuck load of money, and everything else Eddie lacked. Popularity dripped from him. Everything Chad possessed that Eddie missed. You deserved someone who could grant you the moon if you wished--and Eddie could barely afford a diner date.

He watched as you slightly leaned against him: Chad flashing you his best smile as he spoke. He ran his hand through his perfect short curls, watching as they bounced back perfectly on his forehead.

He was bluntly flirting with you and Eddie saw his hopes fly out the window quicker than he found the courage to gather them.

The way you smiled as your conversation went on was enough for him to back away. Fist closing upon itself. He grabbed the piece of paper in his pocket, his 'poorly' written speech, and dumped it in the first trash that caught his eye.

He blinked, head falling down as he tried to burn the image of you with another guy out of his mind. He walked in the opposite direction, the realization that he didn't deserve you burning down his throat.

You were far too high in the Hawkins High food chain to even consider dating a guy like him. How could he have been so stupid?

You made him high on love. High on the hope that you could be an item. The way you were so comfortable around him, and how you made his head spin by doing the simplest of action.

But deep down he always knew this was a dream that he was going to have to snap out of. You needed someone like Chad. Someone with a good reputation and who doesn't take rides in the back of the sheriff's cars on a regular basis.

You might have similar tastes in music and common interests, but that was about it. Your social circles weren't compatible and he felt like a fool to even think he could have a chance.

He felt enough like a fool after that morning, he didn't need the pain in his heart to become worse by having you around.

Three weeks into his poor cover-ups and attempts to push you away, he only felt himself sink deep into his misery. No amount of Ozzy or Dio was enough to help him crawl out of this pit of pain he out himself into.

And as if things couldn't get worse, the pained look on your face every time you tried to comfort Eddie and he'd lay out yet again a poor excuse for his distance was now engraved in his mind--a reminder that not only was he destroying himself but he was bringing you down with him in the process.

But you'd heal, and faster than he ever could.

He knew you would.

He watched from the far end of the hellfire table, head hung in mystery as he looked down at the pretzels he didn't have an appetite for.

Gareth and Jeff were sharing a look, wondering if they should just go into a conversation of their own and pretend like Eddie wasn't moping right in front of their eyes. Lately, ignoring him seemed to be the only way to keep the party safe from his mood.

Eddie looked up once he had enough of staring at the dry food on his plate. He scanned the cafeteria and it didn't take him long to find you--looking perfect as always.

But in his staring, he was oblivious to the way your eyes didn't hold the same brightness as they usually did, and that the excited tone when you spoke to your friends was gone--blown with the harsh storm that had been Eddie's ignorance.

Of course, Eddie couldn't see the sleepless nights and the way your diner plates had remained full for the past few days. He couldn't truly see the inner turmoil that was rumbling inside your bones and keeping you from sanity.

But how could he? It was all hidden behind your perfect practiced cheerleader smile.

And when Eddie spotted that perfect smile from a distance, he didn't think twice before jumping to conclusions: you had finally moved on.

As Eddie looked back down to his poor lunch, he knew one thing to be clear: he was simply a useless passing villager in your game of life. He thought of himself to be like one of those useless NPCs he invented for his campaigns.

Boy if only he knew how wrong he was.

On the second day of the third week, you had enough.

If Eddie was going to ignore you, you at least needed a reason, something to justify the pang in your heart each time your eyes landed on him from a distance.

So you held your books a little tighter in your hand, your pink nails gripping your sticker-filled yellow spiral notebook tighter as you made your way out of the cafeteria. You watched like a hawk, keeping a certain distance so as to not raise suspicion. Eddie was speaking with one of his fellow Hellfire members; Jeff. The boy was nodding at whatever his dungeon master was telling him, and Eddie was fiddling with his rings: something you knew he did when he was nervous.

What did he have to be nervous about?

Eddie was soaked to the bone with confidence, that was the whole armor he wore so your so-called friends wouldn't eat him alive.

Did this have something to do with you?--There was no way of knowing, but you were growing suspicious of Eddie's change of behavior; towards both yourself and his faltering confidence.

The bell rang and as per usual, Eddie didn't budge from his spot. His friend had already scurried off to class but despite the rush happening around him, he took his time, stuffing his drug-filled lunch box into his locker and attempting to sort out the mess of misused books and stray notes he might need for the afternoon.

You closed your own locker, mumbling something to your friend, shooting her a smile as she left you alone.

The corridor fell empty, apart from you and Eddie; but didn't have seem to notice your presence, or at least if he did he did not make a move to talk to you or run away like he had usually done these past few weeks.

If he hadn't been ignoring you, maybe you would have smiled at the way he was figuring out what his own handwriting meant. Smiled at the way he was placing the paper in every angle possible to try and decipher if this was a useful piece of information for the hours to come. But when he finally cracked it, like an ancient code meant to keep safe the best of treasures, he mumbled something you didn't catch from the distance and stuffed it back in between the unorganized line of notebooks.

This wasn't the paper he was searching for.

"You need help finding something?" Your voice made him jump, making you crack a smile at the startled look on his face.

"Jesus, don't scare me like that," he mumbled before fishing for a bright blue notebook. He opened it to make sure it was the right one, and when he read Math, sloppily written in big letters across the front page, he tucked the book under his arm. He didn't share another word with you, probably waiting for you to make your purpose by his side known.

He tucked a 4 colored pen behind his ear and closed his locker, not bothering to close the lock.

"Can we talk?"

"Not, now I have to get to class, and so do you," he pointed to the clock behind you and you crossed your arms.

But your stance didn't seem to bother him much, because he turned on his heel and started walking away.

It took you a second to remember why you were here, you had enough of whatever was going on with him--and you wouldn't let him run away on you again.

So you caught up with him and stood your grown in front of him, trying to take as much space as possible--but probably failing to look an ounce more intimidating than nature allowed you to be.

But nonetheless, you still spoke, words slashing the air; "You're ignoring me." It was a statement--a firm one that almost made him flinch.

You saw his expression falter from shock to something else. A color you didn't recognize in Eddie, maybe pain, hurt? Your heart sunk down to your feet as réalisation hit you.

Did you really do something that bad?

He was staring right at you, big brown eyes intently staring your face, maybe trying to decipher your emotions, trying to read your mind so he could make a decision on his next move.

"No I haven't," but instead of doing anything remotely productive to help the conversation like you’d hope; he lied.

"Yes, you have," he watched as your face fell, more pieces of his heart shattering in the process. "Have I done something wrong?" The way you frowned was overwhelming. "I promise I didn't mean to, Eddie we can talk this out."

Eddie felt like he was about to burst, all of the predicaments he tried to convince himself were true falling to the ground and breaking with the last of his heart.

He had to close his eyes to stop himself from wanting to rip his hair out or cry.

You were blaming yourself, for something that was all him.

His fears came true, he had dragged you down into misery with him.

"Y/n, of course not-" you watched him stumble with his words.

"Then why are you ignoring me," Your tone might have seemed firm but he could tell the way your voice wavered.

You were hurt.

And it was all his fault.

He sighed, barely managing to meet your eyes again.

"Because I'm not good enough for you."

You blinked, trying to make sense of his words.

"What?"

"I'm not good enough for you!" He lifted his voice a bit, but not enough to make you flinch. "You're- you're perfect. It's as if god had taken everything that's perfect and made you—and then there's me, who is everything but perfect. A freak who was apparently meant to fall for someone he cannot have," he went on, too busy going on a rampage to notice the way your breath caught in your throat.

"Because," he looked into your eyes, a look so intense it almost gave you chills. "You're a queen, and I’m just your joker. And The Joker cannot fall in love with the queen of Gotham, she deserves Batman, the handsome Bruce Wayne. Not the madman."

You swallowed as you realized this was a love confession. Eddie’s eyes were wide, almost hectic, and the more you stared at him the more you realised this was him rambling on about how, he reciprocated your feelings but thought you could never.

Your ached when you registered the way he had just talked about himself, but quickly it was replaced by anger bubbling in the pit of your stomach for anyone in this damn town that made him feel this way.

Because your Eddie deserved the world, and he most definitely deserved someone like you. He even deserved the entire of Gotham to be at his feet.

You took a step closer, mustering bits of courage you still held, "Harley Quinn and the Joker made a pretty good pair the last time I checked."

Eddie felt the air pull out of his lungs as you spoke, his brain working overtime as it attempted to comprehend the coded message.

"What do you mean?" He breathed out, watching you get even closer to him.

"Let me be your Harley," you brushed his hand, making goosebumps travel up his arm. His fingers slowly interlacing with yours, eyes getting glossy. "I might be the Queen of Gotham, but I'm far from wanting Batman," you giggled, continuing to close the distance between you.

Before he could blink again, you were already on your tip toes leaning in for a kiss. You were already lowering yourself back to your normal height before Eddie registered what happened.

But when he did, his lips were on yours again—chasing for the feeling he had dreamed about for months now.

Eddie thought his brain was going to overheat.

Not even ten minutes ago, he thought every chance he had with you had been long gone, sunk deep into lovers lake with the other broken romances and unrequited loves.

But there he was, kissing the girl of his dreams in the middle of a school hallway.

And it was everything he had ever dreamt it would be.

"So, I'm really perfect?" You smirked as you pulled away from the kiss just for Eddie to chase your lips again, muttering 'Yes' in between kisses.

Eddie finally pulled away when the information had fully registered.

"How in the world do you like me back?" He blinked in disbelief.

"Because you're perfect?" He shook his head no, but you persisted, "you’re perfect for me, Eddie."

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yeontaescumslut · 3 months

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ᓭི༏ᓯྀ ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 불꽃놀이 ~ fireworks

Pairing: Taehyun x Reader

Genre: non- idol au, smut

Synopsis: You had never really cared for holidays, your family wasn’t close, you never really celebrated…that is, until you met your best friend Taehyun, who wanted to do anything and everything, especially celebrate holidays….and boy did this one take a turn….

Warnings: unprotected sex, name calling, public sex, hair pulling, slight pain kink, degrading

Word count: 2420

Authors note: Hey guys :’3 I wrote this on vacation so it’s not as good as the others but just something small to celebrate 4th of July for my Americans!

It was summer, you were on break from college, in Korea…you attend yonsei university and that’s how you met your best friend in the whole world, you shared the same classes, he sat right beside you in all the lectures and before you knew it, you were joined at the hip. His friends now became yours because let’s face it, you had recently come to Korea to study and knew nobody and nothing so you would take what you got.

Today was any other ordinary Wednesday for you, except for Taehyun it was the July 3rd the day before 4th of July, as 4th of July was an American Holiday taehyun thought it would be fun to celebrate for you, like a piece from home for you…

Text message | From ~ “Tyunnie 🐠”

Tae: “Sooo, we have plans tomorrow, don’t ask questions, dress cute, wear that top I like ;)”

Me: “oh gosh taehyun 🙄 you know I don’t like going out…”

Tae: “I knowwww but it’s going to be fun, you know I’d never lead you astray 😏”

Me: “Fine 🙄 what time do I need to be ready?”

Tae: “ Be ready by 8”

The rest of the night your mind is racing wondering what could he have planned, but you’re used to this, always going on spontaneous adventures…he knew how to make you love life, so even though you were nervous about tomorrow you were more so excited to see what you both would get up to next.

The next day comes around faster than you’d like to admit, you start your day late waking up around 11 am, eyes heavy brain still foggy, you rub the sleep from your eyes and grab your phone to check your notifications ~

New message from : “Tyunnie🐠”

“GOOD MORNING PRINCESS! I hope you’re excited for tonight I’ve got so much planned for us. See you later darling :3 ~”

You don’t like to admit it but this message made your heart race, in fact every message you received from him made your heart race, sending butterflies in your stomach….but he’s just your best friend. That would never work out, right? You decide that’s enough overthinking for today, shaking your head in realization. Slamming your hands on the bed beside you, you decide to finally start your day, you had lots to do before tonight, laundry, cleaning, finishing school work for the summer, etc etc ~

Time flies, before you know it, it’s 6:45 and decide that it’s time to get ready, you put on taehyuns favorite top that you own, a sheer black top that ties right below your breasts, and a black mini skirt, your shoes are black platform boots, you curl your hair, putting on the makeup that makes you feel the prettiest, and again before you know it you hear a honk coming from the front of the place you’re staying. Walking out you grab your black coach purse, looking yourself in the mirror giving yourself a pep talk, not to get too nervous in front of him, and don’t let your feelings get in the way….

Walking out the door, Taehyun is pulled on the curb in his black mustang, he’s standing arms crossed back to the passenger side door, flashing you the biggest smile, the one you love so much, deep dimples and sharp canines on display, your stomach turning in knots as you approach closer, you known him for months now yet you still hesitate every time you see him…

“There’s my girl!” he opens the car door, holding out his hand to guide you in your seat, as you grab his hand he bites his lip looking you up and down “God you look gorgeous” you respond with “well you did tell me to wear this top hyun” you roll your eyes at him but give a playful smile. As you take your seat in the car and get yourself situated he closes the door gently, walking back to the drivers seat getting in himself. His hand rested on the gear shift the other on the top of the steering wheel, he looks over at you “you ready?” you look back at him hesitating to answer “uhhh I guess?!!” you said with a shrug of your shoulders, the hand on the gear shift, moves to your bare upper thigh, slightly squeezing “We’re going to have fun I promise” smile as bright as always. You take a deep breath in and sigh, only being able to focus on the hand on your thigh, a heat raging in your stomach as his hand moves higher up your thigh as he drives. You’re sat still, hands in your lap not knowing what to do in this situation “ soooo uhhh where are we headed” you say tapping your fingers together just trying to break the silence “ We’re going to the mountain, the one not far from here” he says, hand squeezing your thigh tighter but eyes focused on the road.

By now the sun has gone down, you and Taehyun are just sitting and chatting eating snacks and drinking your champagne, you look at Taehyun to tell him something when suddenly, he grabs your chin turning your head back forward “Look.” As soon as your eyes hit the landscape fireworks shot up into the air, beautiful colorful fireworks, your eyes lighting up from the beauty and excitement from how much you missed them. “Wow taehyun these are….” before you can finish your sentence that same hand is turning your face back to him, your eyes meet his, they look as though they’re full of hunger, in a split second his lips are on yours, his hand moved to the back of your head pulling you closer to him so there’s not an inch between you two. He pulls away for a split second “is this okay?” He says, his eyes genuine. “Yes, it’s more than okay” barely letting you get your words out, his mouth is back on yours, tongue fighting for entrance to your mouth, with his free hand he places it on your lower back lowering you to lay on your back, grabbing a pillow and places it behind your head, he’s hovering over you, arms beside your head….now this is one thing you never expected, especially from him, he was always so…soft and kind and never pushy, but god did you love this side of him. His knee coming up inbetween your legs pressing it against your core only covered by your underwear. One hand coming to grab you by the throat, turning your head to the side so his lips can reach the nape of your neck, his lips warm, plush, and wet, trailing their way to your collar bones, then down to your chest, his hand moves to your waist holding you down so you don’t squirm under him, he uses his teeth to untie your top freeing your breast’s to the chilly night air, making your nipples harden before you can adjust to the temperature his mouth is attached to you, sucking and licking your nipples, his hands are busy pushing your skirt up your hips, his fingers finding your clothed clit, pressing his slender digits into your folds, mumbling into your skin “Fuck you’re so wet for me already? You’re a needy slut aren’t you?” His tongue trailing from your sternum to your waist, he’s leaving kisses along your hip bones, his teeth slightly scraping the skin every once in a while, sending shocks up your spine, little moans leaving your lips, his fingers slip your panties to the side making way for him to enter, his pointer and middle slide in easy from how wet you were. His mouth now hovering over your clit, heavy breaths with an open mouth make you spiral, he bites his lip and dives in, lips enveloping your bud, tongue making its way up and down your folds, his fingers sliding in and out of you, his free hand taking a handful of your tit rubbing his thumb across your nipple, your back arched on the Gingham blanket, tears welling in ths corners of your eyes….

Fireworks pop in the background, the showers of color illuminating Taehyuns features as he’s knuckle deep in your pussy. His eyes dart up to meet yours, when he sees your eyes shut tight he breaks away from your bud “Fucking look at me slut, I didn’t tell you to close your eyes”. He picks himself up, hovering over you once again, his fingers leaving your entrance, his arms wrap around your waist flipping you over on your stomach, one hand on your upper back pushing you into the pillow the other around your waist holding your ass in the air. “Stay” he says removing his hand from your back to unbutton his black slacks pulling them down to release his 7.5” you can’t see but hear the slap against his stomach, he spits on his hand rubbing it on his cock, moving your panties to the side once again, his thumb on your fold holding it open as he slides himself into you. Grunting as your pussy engulfs him, soft moans leaving his lips as well, when he’s situated in you, he speeds up his pace. Arm still holding you by your stomach ass in the air, with his free hand, reaching for your hair gathering your locks in a ponytail pulling your head up “I wanna see your pretty face while I destroy your pussy” You comply turning your face so he can see your side profile.

“Mmmm that’s my good girl” a devilish grin is painted on his face, his pounding getting harder, his moans growing louder, tears now painting your face as knots form in your stomach from him hitting just the right spot over and over again “Fuck I’ve wanted to do this for so long, you’re so mine” he says biting his lip hand letting go of your hair to smack you on the ass, the sting left behind feels painful but so sensual. His hand now grabbing a handful of your asscheek nails leaving crescent shapes in the skin. His head thrown back, his ashy brown locks coated in sweat. Beads dropping down the slope of his nose, he looked perfect.

His grip on you getting tighter as he nears his high, you also nearing yours cries escape your throat, his name in every one, he loves the sound of it so much so it’s drawing him closer and closer, your legs basically dangling in the air at this point as though he’s using you as his personal sex doll, his pattern getting messier letting you know he was about to cum, his hand now reaching under ti grab you by the throat pulling you up to him, your back now on his chest as he’s on his knees, his strength guiding you up and down his cock, his lips near centimeters from your ear “I’m gonna cum, fuck, and you’re gonna take every last drop” this sends you spiraling, stars dancing across your vision from how tight your eyes are shut “Yes sir” you say shakily getting out what words you can. His grip on your neck tightens, a pleasurable tightness as he reaches his climax, slamming his hips into your ass painting your walls white, his teeth dig into your shoulder blade as he lets out whimpers as your walls are tightening from your high following suit, you cry his name tears flowing down your cheeks, body pulsating as you feel the warm inside of you. He lifts you off of him just to bend you back over, hand on your neck so you stay in place, his pointer and middle push into you once again, pushing his seed deep into your pussy “I told you you’re not waiting even one drop” screaming bellowing out of you from overstimulation but god does it feel good from him. He finally lets you go, letting you fall to your stomach on the soft blanket and pillow, you sigh heavy breathing following….”Oh I hope you know I’m not done with you yet princess” kissing your shoulders his tone hands rubbing up and down your back. “oh fuck”.

#kang taehyun #kpop scenarios #kpop smut #smut #taehyun x reader #tomorrow x together #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt smut #taehyun hard hours #kpop idol #idol au

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weezerfan123 · 1 year

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Do you have any more ideas for Scott x Sugar? I'm slowly getting hooked on the ship myself. It just- fits so well

YES I have plenty of ideas for them!! I’m so glad people are actually taking interest in my favorite crackship… my name for Scott/Sugar is Sweet Dirt

More about them under the cut ⬇️

Scott is definitely attracted to how Sugar wears her heart on her sleeve, and not just for the nice emotions. Her fits of intense jealousy and rage give him butterflies. What a woman. Scott thinks she’s the prettiest pageant princess in the whole world— he could whittle a thousand little wood statues of her face.

A fun date idea I have for them is going to the County Fair— they’d TOTALLY be in their element. No idea what fairs are like in Canada; I’m American; but they’d love fair food. Like Chicken Charlie’s, with the bacon wrapped deep fried pickles and oreos. Cotton candy ice cream sandwiches. Donut chicken sandwiches. They’d also LOVE the livestock shows, and maybe even show some pigs, cows, or chickens of their own. Sugar is definitely disqualified for putting makeup on her animals.

During a conversation with @rotiapologist last night they mentioned that Scott’s love language would be acts of service and I SO agree: “if scott likes you (rare) you will be waking up to a fully weeded garden and fed chickens in the morning that's just the way it goes”

ANYWAYS comment or reblog with any headcanons you guys have for them I’d love to see :3

#total drama #tdi #total drama island #fanart #my art #weezerfan123 #td scott #td sugar #sweet dirt

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velidewrites · 9 months

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Don’t Look Back

Five hundred years ago, the humans fought hard for their freedom in the Great War and won. Now, their former masters seek retribution in a rebellion that grows stronger year by year. When Elain Archeron finds out marrying Greysen Nolan might be the only solution to keep her family safe from the ancient, cruel Fae, she doesn't hesitate to fulfil her duty. What Elain doesn't know, though, is that the man with the fiery hair and russet eyes is not her fiancé, but his killer—and when she finally finds out, well…it will be far too late to turn back.

Notes: For @rainbowdolphinrealm (@acotargiftexchange)! Thank you so much to @witch-and-her-witcher for beta-ing this chapter<3

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Chapter 2: The Princess

Lucien Vanserra loved lying. Amongst life’s few little pleasures, it was, without a shadow of a doubt, his favourite one of all. He didn’t feel much guilt, if he was being honest—in a world hell-bent on dwindling his magic, deception seemed an adequate substitute for whatever drops of power still trickled through his veins. As a child, he was told of the might his bloodline had once carried—a might he never truly got to feel. The humans, of course, were to be credited for that shortcoming.

Truthfully, lying came to him as second nature. Growing up the way he had, Lucien supposed it was not exactly a surprise. Eris lived by the rule of lie or be lied to, and Lucien certainly was not going to let anyone make a fool of him—let alone a human.

And yet, looking at Elain Archeron now, Lucien could not bring himself to lie—not even to himself.

She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

Eris would have executed him for the words, and he would have been right to do so. The female—woman, Lucien mentally corrected himself—represented everything the Fae despised, everything Lucien despised from the moment he was old enough to understand the world around him. Understand why it had been his brother’s arms cradling him as a babe and not his mother’s; why their ancestral home, despite standing only a day’s journey away, was nothing but a death trap for Lucien and his family should they ever decide to return. Why the great House Vanserra, the most ancient family in the Prythian of old, had been reduced to nothing but two males whose only power was—apparently—a rather impressive ability to lie their way out of anything through their long, sharp teeth.

Well, that, and their good looks, Lucien supposed. Though that particular quality, in his humble opinion, could still be called into question when it came to the second half of the once-mighty Vanserra unit.

Lucien hadn’t seen much beauty in his life, which he was smart enough to agree made him somewhat of an unreliable observer. But looking into the wide, doe-like eyes staring down at him from beneath long, dark lashes…Lucien knew. Knew he would never see anything more beautiful in the world than this. Than her.

Then Elain Archeron, daughter of the man who owned everything the Fae had once possessed, the so-called Princess of New Prythian.

His fiancée.

He wanted so badly to think her a monster, and he comforted himself with the thought that even the prettiest of faces could hide the most revolting of souls, which was probably true in Elain’s case. To the untrained eye, she was all but harmless. Those eyes, their shade a brown of a fawn’s coat, seemed gentle—if not somewhat wary, as though she might scurry off at the quietest tap of some human’s too-polished boots. But Lucien was no ordinary spectator.

No, he’d been training for this his whole life.

He saw the gleam behind Elain Archeron’s eyes, there and gone in a second as she met his gaze. She was hardly the trembling little creature she appeared to be. She certainly was no Princess, either.

She was studying him. Closely.

He looked up from the Merchant’s shining marble parquet to meet her gaze again, and flashed her the kind of smile he suspected only an asshole like Greysen Nolan could offer a girl like Elain Archeron.

“Will you do me the honour of a dance, my lady?” he drawled, letting his voice dip an octave, and extended a hand.

Beside her, the Merchant seemed positively delighted. Good. Lucien would kill him later.

To his utmost surprise, the lovely pink of Elain’s cheeks deepened—and she offered him a smile of her own.

The Mother—if Eris did not get there first himself—would damn him for this, but his breath quickened at the sight. Once again, he looked for solace in the thought that, at the very least, her human ears could not pick up the sound of his own, racing heart. The instinct was ridiculous and, Lucien had to admit, quite pathetic for a male who’d been around for his fair share of centuries. Then again, he did spend most of those centuries hiding in a forest, so he supposed such weaknesses were still within his own rights.

He clung to the thought rather desperately as Elain took his hand—ungloved, Lucien realised. Rather unlikely for humans in today’s climate—these days, they took all but ludicrous precautions to protect themselves from his kind, as if the very touch of a faerie could somehow instil some evil magic within their veins. There was a time that Lucien wished he possessed such ability, though why, he could not exactly recall right now. Elain’s hand, surprisingly calloused at the fingertips, was warm and steady in his own, as though she fully intended to be the one leading him into the waltz.

That sobered him right up, his thoughts pulled sharply out of their strange haze as if he’d just taken his first breath after being underwater. The very idea of a human controlling him even here, right in the middle of his own scheme where he was supposed to lure her into his trap, was like ice over the already dying fire inside him. Lucien plastered the signature Greysen smile back on—whatever he imagined it looked like, anyway. It was hardly reasonable to have asked the lordling to smile while having his claws buried deep into Greysen’s chest.

“Is the dress not to your liking, my lord?”

Lucien blinked—then blinked again.

“Pardon me?” he asked Elain, because the question had to have come from her. He bowed before her as the smooth melody of the violin began, and she returned the gesture with a curtsy, her brows slightly furrowed as she straightened back to her full height.

She hardly reached his shoulder.

Fuck.

“My gown,” Elain repeated, as if that explained everything. “Does it not…please you?”

Lucien found himself frowning, too, but he took her into his arms all the same, realising her hand had already found its own way onto his shoulder. “Whatever gave you that idea? My lady,” he quickly added, forgetting humans and their ridiculous etiquette.

It used to be our etiquette, too, Lucien, his brother’s voice, an eternal thorn in his side, sounded in his mind in the most infuriating memory. They took it from us—the same way they took everything else.

By betrayal and blood. Lucien understood that all too well. The humans would remind him—whenever he found himself forgetting.

“You seem…unsettled, I suppose,” Elain told him. Apparently, whatever he’d envisioned for Greysen’s asshole-smile did not align with the Princess’s expectations.

“I am perfectly content,” he assured her. “You look…exquisite,” he then added, because damn her, she did. Because his life could never be fucking easy.

How on the Mother’s cruel, terrible earth, was he supposed to kidnap her?

“Oh,” she scrambled, that pretty shade of pink blooming on her cheeks once again. He fought the urge to run his thumb across it, keeping his hand firmly on her waist instead. “Thank you. I am glad you find it to your liking.”

Lucien only stared at her.

“I…” Elain cleared her throat. “I am quite fond of roses myself.”

What the fuck was he supposed to say to that? Good for you, I guess? He certainly was not getting her a bouquet, if that was indeed what she was implying. Where he was taking her, there was only moss and the occasional allure of wet, rotting mud. Lucien spun her around, if only to buy himself more time while he searched his mind for an appropriate response that would hopefully keep her engaged long enough.

“I personally prefer tulips, I suppose, though I admit I had not seen that many in my time.” Prythian, after all, was a dangerous enough place. He’d seen the flower in one of the books that used to belong to his mother—the one Eris had gifted him on his fifteenth birthday. Lucien had spent all night carefully making his way through every yellowing page, absorbing every word, every illustration despite hardly understanding any meaning of them at all.

Elain blinked. Slowly. “Tulips?”

Lucien nodded. “Does that surprise you?”

“In a good way,” Elain admitted, a shy smile creeping onto the corner of her plush lips. “I’ve been told you prefer roses.”

Shit. That explained it.

“I’ve always wanted to see the tulips,” Elain continued. “The fields of the Montesere province. I’ve never been to the Continent,” she admitted.

That was a surprise. The Merchant’s own daughter never having left Prythian at all? Lucien would have never suspected it. He’d half expected Elain to boast of the Fae artifacts she’d been stealing from there, no doubt from the ripe age of twelve, if not less.

Interesting.

“So it’s tulips you are fond of, then,” he said matter-of-factly. His mouth twitched upwards. “Not roses?”

Elain paused—as if considering. Then, she rose on her tiptoes and leaned forward—close enough to whisper conspiratorially over his shoulder, “I was lying before.”

For that, Lucien spun her around again.

She returned to him with a smile. “Have you been to Montesere before?” she asked.

Lie, lie, lie.

It should have been easy. The very first thing he had spoken to Elain had been a lie. And yet…

And yet, Lucien couldn’t. “I have not.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. “How is that possible?”

Lucien cleared his throat. “My b–my father likes to keep a close eye on me,” he quickly recovered. That much, at least, was somewhat true. Eris had raised him, as much of a pain as he had been—and still continued to be, as far as Lucien was concerned. “I have not been able to travel to my heart’s content, I’m afraid,” he added, unable to keep the grimace off his face. Lucien and his family had been practically confined to Braemar throughout his entire childhood, and it was only after centuries of trying to prove himself to Eris when his brother had finally deemed him capable enough to officially join his ranks.

He half-expected Elain to laugh. To mock him, even, the famed Visitor who, apparently had been nowhere. Instead, her shoulders sagged—less an inch, but Lucien’s Fae senses had not faded enough to miss the movement.

“I have never left New Prythian,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. She seemed almost…sad. Genuine. As though she understood him, despite being everything Lucien had devoted his entire life to kill.

All those centuries blazed like an alarm in his head now, that forgotten fire inside him thrumming back to life like some primal instinct fighting its way out of his chest. He had been warned about this—of how powerful the humans could be despite having no true magic of their own. Not only had they learned how to steal the faeries’ power—the humans had mastered turning it against them.

Lucien was not going to let himself become Elain’s prey.

He wondered what spells she had used to make him feel—whatever this was. Perhaps the Merchant had done it himself, far older and undoubtedly more capable than his little Princess. Faebane, perhaps, dipped in some sort of chalice he’d found in the Middle. The Wildlands, they called it now, along with the Solar Courts that used to hold the greatest power of the whole island. He had to bite back a scoff. Humans and their new order.

Looking at her now, as though with some newfound reason the Mother must’ve granted him, Elain Archeron did, indeed, seem like a trembling animal. Her father’s prized, pretty pet he kept in the cage he’d ransacked all of Prythian and beyond to gild in faerie blood.

Lucien offered her a smile he could only hope was reassuring. “Then it’s a good thing we have a great deal of travelling to do together.”

Don’t worry, Little Fawn. I’ll get you out of here in no time.

Elain’s chin tilted upwards an inch—as if in challenge. As if she’d heard something like that before. “We do?”

Lucien hummed. “Am I not the Visitor?” he asked. A question is not entirely a lie, he assured himself, still uncertain why, exactly, lying to Elain Archeron came to him with such difficulty. “I’d be doing one hell of a poor job if I did not…visit.”

Mother above. He should have studied the humans more before coming here. The Visitor. What the fuck did that even mean?

Elain giggled.

Humans and their stupid titles.

This—all of it—was making him slip up more than he ever had before, and if Elain and her little party were any smarter, they would have realised what kind of visitor they’d invited into the Merchant’s manor.

To reassure himself more than anything else, he carefully dug his teeth into his bottom lip, letting his tongue lightly graze the essence there. He could still taste the potion—the faint tinge of honey masking the mirthroot-infused tonic he’d glazed on earlier. Good.

Elain’s eyes flickered to the movement—a flash of a second as she followed the trail of Lucien’s tongue. That fire inside him simmered once again, no doubt in answer—no doubt to dim those flecks of light in those big, brown eyes. Under the ballroom’s chandeliers, Lucien notices, they seemed almost golden.

She looked up then, so excruciatingly slow from beneath those thick, long lashes, and met his gaze.

“Are you alright, my lady?” he asked, his own throat suddenly dry.

Elain blinked—once. Then again.

By the third time, the light was gone.

“Of course,” she said, something like a rasp in her tone that made his entire body stiffen. “I—the music stopped.”

He hadn’t even realised. His report later, of course, would omit that little detail. Eris—nobody else, for that matter—did not have to know just how reckless he’d allowed himself to be today. The Merchant indeed was powerful, his house more a fortress than the manor it made itself out to be. Practically thrumming with magic, the same kind that Elain was no doubt subjecting him to—even right now, as she curtsied gracefully, a loose curl of her golden-brown hair falling over her cheek. Tangling between those lashes.

Gods. He needed to act quickly—once they were both out of here, her spells and charms would no longer wield any effect on him. His report would warn the rebellion of that—of just how many traps the Merchant had set up in his home.

“How about we resume this dance on the balcony?” he asked her, letting his voice become as smooth and honeyed as the poison on his lips.

Elain blushed—then nodded.

Lucien smiled.

All he needed now was one kiss.

He placed his hand on the small of her back, guiding her to the very front of the ballroom, where the large, glass entryway to the balcony stood open and waiting. Lucien had gone over the plan a thousand times earlier this morning—but he repeated it once more, just in case. A simple peck on the back of her palm would suffice, or so Nuan had told him, to achieve the desired effect—when consumed in an amplified dosage, mirthroot could cause more harm than good. Once the tonic sank into her skin, it would take a few hours for the magic to take effect—to put Elain to a sleep so deep she would not wake up should someone remove her from the comforts of her bed.

It would be painless, a fact Lucien was still debating whether to consider a blessing or an insufficient enough punishment for what her kind had done to his own. He supposed it hardly mattered—either way, Elain would fall asleep tonight as his fiancée, and, come sunrise, wake up as his prisoner.

One kiss—perhaps as the dance finished and they parted for the night. So that everyone could see her leave, could see them both leave the ballroom and go their separate ways before retiring for the night.

The decoy was already here—somewhere in the kitchens, perhaps, waiting for Lucien to find her and cast the glamour now that he knew Elain’s face. The Merchant’s most prized treasure, after all, had to leave with Greysen Nolan as scheduled and not without saying goodbye to her precious father. Not to mention willingly.

Lucien would find her later. For now, he had to put on his last, final act.

He flashed Elain Archeron the most brilliant of smiles before offering her a hand. “Shall we, Princess?”

***

The evening breeze caressed her furiously flushed cheeks. “Please don’t call me that,” she asked Greysen, taking his hand all the same.

His auburn brow quirked upwards. “I am told this is what they call you in this part of the island,” he said, teasing her, no doubt.

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “You know just as well as I do, my lord, that Princess is hardly my official title.”

“But you like it anyway.”

“I do not!” she huffed, and—to her surprise—Greysen laughed soundly, his head tipping back, waves of hair spilling over the navy blue of his jacket. “You are toying with me.”

“I most certainly am not,” he assured her, that smile still playing across his lips. “I simply wanted to see for myself, I suppose.”

“I am being truthful,” she told him, her grip on his arm firmer as if to emphasise her point. “I am most certainly not a Princess, and that’s that. I can’t imagine anyone enjoying being called what they are not.”

Greysen slowed at that, the natural grace of his movements swaying somewhat as though she’d taken him by surprise. They fell out of rhythm, hardly dancing anymore as he just held her in his arms, one, broad hand on her waist, the other still warm and steady in her own, and looked at her.

Elain had been so, so wrong.

As much as she respected and trusted Lord Nolan, he had never been a pleasant man to be around—it had been superficial of her to have expected his son to be the same. Greysen was…like her, in so many ways Elain had to pause, too, much more often than she would have liked. He wanted to travel. He, too, felt…trapped.

He wanted to take her along with him. She would not be caged to Rask, to the Governor’s castle in Saetre. She would set sail with Greysen instead, see the world—not in the way she’d always dreamed, but she would, at least, get out of this place. The place that, over the past few years, had become less of a home and more of a graveyard.

Besides, it was what Father wanted. What everyone wanted. Perhaps it would not be such a bad thing to share a dream with everyone else.

So Elain returned Greysen’s gaze, so hot and focused entirely on her own it felt like a fire had been lit in the depths of her very soul.

“Can I ask you something, my lord?” she whispered, the words more a breath than a question.

Greysen nodded. “Of course, my lady.”

“My father says we have met before,” she began slowly. “Many, many years ago, however…” she looked to her feet, unsure if the confession would be more embarrassing for her than Greysen. “I cannot seem to remember.”

He shifted slightly. “It, ah, it was a very long time ago, my lady—you do not need to apologise, if that is what you are implying.”

“Oh, I’m not,” she said quickly—too quickly before she even managed to stop herself, mortified. But Greysen…

Greysen only snorted—as though the response was exactly what he’d expected. As though it was exactly what he’d been hoping for.

Elain smiled. “It’s just that—everyone’s told me your eyes were blue.”

Greysen stopped moving entirely.

She had never seen—had never felt that kind of stillness. She could have sworn he froze under her touch, those hard muscles in his arm like stone beneath her fingertips.

It was only because of that that she hurried, “If I overstepped in some way—”

Greysen cleared his throat—and just like that, he seemed perfectly fine again. “Not at all, my lady.” He smiled again. “I suppose, under a certain light…” he shrugged. “Or, perhaps,” he added with a wink, “No one has ever looked closely enough.”

Oh. Oh.

“I am glad they were wrong,” Elain admitted.

Greysen angled his head. “Is that so?”

“It is,” she nodded. “Your eyes, they’re, ah…”

The corner of his mouth twitched. “Yes, Princess?”

Elain huffed. “Stop that.” Greysen chuckled. “I suppose I just…I’ve never seen such colour before. Like a burning flame—like gold, even. Under a certain light,” she parroted, hoping the joke would distract him from the blooming pink of her cheeks. It was true, though—she couldn’t help it. There was a light behind that sizzling fire—bright and golden and with a warmth that could rival the very sun as Greysen looked at her—looked at her as though he’d never seen her before.

“If I may return the compliment,” he said, leaning down and over her shoulder, so close to Elain now she could practically feel his hot breath on her neck, “Your eyes are the most beautiful I have ever seen.”

Her throat bobbed—and she could have sworn she felt his gaze trail the movement. As if on instinct, Elain turned to him, to where his lips neared the sensitive skin of her neck by an inch. It knocked into her with a crushing force—how much she wanted him to touch her. Not just the brief hold on her waist, clad by layers and layers of heavy fabric, not just the fingers intertwined with her own in a dance—this. Elain wanted to find out if he would taste her as hotly as he had looked at her just now—if his teeth would graze against the shell of her ear ever so slightly, sending that delicious fire down to her core.

Her eyes fluttered shut of their own command—waiting. Offering.

But then, Greysen pulled back.

Just an inch—enough to meet her gaze once more, but right now, it felt like thousands upon thousands of miles for Elain. She needed this, needed to find out if somehow, after losing everything, the world had deemed her worthy enough to give it back.

He extended a hand—as if to press a kiss to her own before they inevitably parted for the night, his tall frame starting to tip in a bow until he levelled with her at last, those eyes still burning as they met hers.

Beautiful.

Elain seized the opportunity.

She had kissed men before—boys, really, back when every noble’s son accompanying his father for a visit at the Manor would become the love of teenage Elain’s life for a day or two. A peck on the cheek, on the lips, sometimes—a heated, if not inexperienced moment of passion in the house’s old closets in her later years, when they would both become brave enough to sneak off during their fathers’ deliberations.

Nothing, though, had ever felt like this.

He was soft—nothing like that hard muscle she had felt rippling beneath his skin. She could sink into him—into his full lips, his steadying arms as they wrapped around her and held on tight. Greysen tasted like sunlight warming an autumn breeze before it whooshed past the smoky woods, and honey—thick and syrupy and sweeter than any fruit she’d ever grown in the gardens beneath them.

It was only that surprising taste that made her halt—that sharpened her senses as she pulled back, mortified. Elain could hardly catch her breath as she looked at Greysen—her fiancé—whom she had just kissed without a care for the rest of the world.

“Lord Greysen,” she breathed, “I’m so—forgive me, I—”

“Elain,” he rasped.

“I didn’t mean to—”

She didn’t get to finish as Greysen crashed his mouth into hers.

Elain didn’t hesitate this time—she threw her arms over his neck, pulling him closer, deeper, practically begging him to taste, to take—

He was like a man starved, his lips hungry as they chased her own, his hands moving to cup her rear. Elain was sure she had stopped breathing long ago—she must’ve been dead, on the very cusp of it, to be kissed like this, as if she was air and Greysen had been underwater far too long. Teeth—sharp, surprisingly, a fact Elain simply could not pay any mind right now as she arched into his touch—grazing her bottom lip, he kissed its crescent before moving to her chin, her throat, and sucked the skin ever so slightly.

Elain could only pray no one stood guard at the terrace below.

“Greysen,” she moaned, the name practically obscene as it fell from her tongue.

Greysen stopped. Pulled back—as if she was fire, and he could no longer withstand it.

His eyes were wide as he met her own—as they dipped down to her lips, swollen and throbbing so deliciously she had half the mind to ask him to kiss her again.

“Elain,” he breathed. “Are you—”

His next words were slurred—and Elain frowned. “What—” she tried, but—

Before her, Greysen blurred. Elain blinked—then blinked again, her mind spinning as she tried to sharpen her vision into the man she’d just kissed once more.

He opened his mouth—and sounds reached her, too muffled for her to so much as try to decipher. Elain tried again, tried to speak, to ask him where, exactly, he had learned to kiss so damn good the world swayed from beneath her feet.

But all words, all senses simply…failed her.

The very last thing Elain saw was a flash of gold, leaning over her as though the very sun was putting her to sleep.

And then, everything went black.

#elucien #pro elucien #elain x lucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #elucien fic #elucien fanfiction #acotar #my writing

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𝑩𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑯𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺- 𝑨𝑶𝑻 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳𝑺 + 𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬

A/N: hi babies!! its my birthday, i’m 19!! so scared to be 19, like i feel so old and ugh turning 19 is such an accomplishment for me. thank you all for everything!! i hope y’all enjoy this bday special angels!! ily all!!

WARNINGS: suggestive in yelenas!

HANGE

literally plans everything out weeks before

has every gift you have ever wanted

remember that shirt you literally eyed at the store three years ago? YEAH IT'S YOURS NOW

bakes you a cake the night before and fails

its okay because levi and erwin dropped off a cake before you woke up and saved hange’s ass

you wake up to kisses and cuddles <3

they can’t hold the excitement in

shoves a bunch of gifts in your arms and watches you open them while rushing you

“babe this one next!!! no, it has to be this one specifically!!”

takes the day off and calls off for you <3

already has breakfast set up and you guys share a slice of cake

you guys take a walk by the lake and hange buys you two a giant cookie to share

you guys watch some ducks swim for a while they go on a rant about tonight

“i'm throwing you a mini party!”

hange sets up while you get ready because it’s your day to relax and take your time!!

when you come out of the room hange’s mouth drops

HOW COULD THEY SCORE SOMEONE AS BEAUTIFUL AS YOU???

all the guest arrive and hange inspects the gifts before setting them on the table (they’re very nosy smh)

erwin and levi bake the cake pt. 2

lots of wine and food!

connie starts a karaoke and sasha joined

birthday sex in the bathroom (oops)

once the party is over hange gets you dressed for bed while peppering your whole body with kisses

they even take off your makeup for you <3 :(

birthday cuddles

the next morning hange helps you open even more gifts and helps you clean up :)

MIKASA

has this shit planned since she was born

treats you like a princess the night before

bath, candles, skincare, a fancy dinner, everything

wakes you up softly and hands you a velvet box

the prettiest fucking necklace you have ever seen

there’s also a basket on the foot of the bed with everything you could ever imagine

YOU BASICALLY SOB BECAUSE HELLO??

she sits there smiling so hard bc she just loves you sm

makes you crepes and she made some strawberry cake

takes you shopping around town, just wants to spend the day with you <3

small picnic

okokokok she helps you get ready for your dinner party!!

she made a reservation with all your friends at your favorite restaurant!

the dinner was amazing and she made a whole toast and everything

and the end SHE GETS ON ONE KNEE

BEST FUCKING BIRTHDAY EVER HELLO

armin’s in the corner ab to piss himself like you and mika getting mARRIED??? YES???

ofc you burst into tears mika has given you the whole world how could you not say yes to her

best birthday ever UGH PLS SHE SO BABY STOP

ANNIE

she’s so sweet

probably gets you some simple gifts

she’s a simple girl OKAY

makes you a nice little breakfast in bed and you guys cuddle, eat and watch your favorite show

she gets ready with you as always

she got you this cute, flowy dress !!

little walk downtown, takes to you to brunch

as always, she pays <3

spend the day setting up for your bday dinner!!

she makes sure you enjoy your night with all your friends

pieck made you a cake

connie’s hand slowly creeped towards your head to push it against the cake

annie gave him those eyes

connie preferred to keep his arms so he didn’t push your head <3

at the end of the night annie helps you get into bed

SHES SO SWEET

she's complimenting you and kissing your ear softly like SOFT ANNIE IS SO

sleeps with her hand in yours <3

SASHA

BAKES EVERY FUCKING DESERT THE NIGHT BEFORE

has connie bring y’all the best breakfast in town

breakfast in bed

she gifts you a lot of perfumes, sweaters, basically everything you had ever wanted

she gets you this really pretty dress too!!

takes you over to connie’s to get a tattoo you’ve been wanting for a while <3

connie gives you a gift w a smirk

“I spent years looking for this gift!” “Sasha picked it out, didn’t she?” “What? NO!”

you guys have lunch together <3

she’s so sweet the whole day

posting you on her story 5 billion times

yes, she posted the embarrassing pictures too

connie and jean also post very embarrassing pictures of you but shhhhh that’s ok

you guys have a small party!! connie offered to host <3

sasha’s by your side the whole time excited because it’s YOUR special day !!

can’t stop staring at you and smiling fr

she baked a cake and everyone else brought something to eat!!

her cake was 10/10

chocolate w strawberries in the middle <3

you two go to bed so happy that night like sasha so overwhelmed and you just love her sm LIKE UGH

YELENA

she forgets tbh

until someone posts you on their story

she’s like OH?

lucky she had a gift for you anyway, she had a feeling she needed it for something

it was a dainty, pretty gold bracelet

“good morning, birthday princess.”

tbh no celebrating just birthday sex all day

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The Christmas Date | Chapter 2: Do they know it's Christmas?

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Fem!Kerner!Reader

(Ron Kerner is Slider, Iceman's backseater)

Wordcount: 2.8k

Summary: Y/n "Athena" Kerner and Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw hate each other. Everybody knows. What happens when they have to fake date for a whole week to avoid Iceman and Slider's matchmaking plans?

(there won't be smut in this series)

Warnings: mentions of death (minor character DEATH), swearing, a bit of angst(?), the magical one bed trope.

Tag list: @littlebadariell @xoxabs88xox @alexxavicry @tayrae515 @shrimping-for-all @mak-32 @my-soulmate-is-mycroft @harper1666

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Bradley can be a dick sometimes. He always finds a way of messing around with you. But he eventually gives in and helps you put your story together. And it this is the result:

You two have been dating for seven months now, after Rooster confessed at the BBQ party Maverick threw at his house on the 4th of July. He saw you there, being so happy, careless and free, a side of you that he didn’t get to see that often these days due to work. He just risked it all and confessed. Afortunately, you also had feelings for him. You've been keeping it a secret so the two of you could still work together. You've talked about confessing everything to your family recently and agreed to tell them on Christmas. But Slider's call ruined the surprise.

And that's it.

You two know each other since you were toddlers, all the other important tiny details you know them already.

"Have you talked to Rebecca recently?" you ask Rooster when you arrive at the airport. He said that he was going to leave the car in the parking lot, in case the whole lie you just made doesn’t work and you have to go back home immediately.

"Yeah, but I did all the talking" he says, opening the trunk and getting your bags. "It's been almost a year"

"Yeah. A year already…"

Rebecca, Iceman's daughter, lost her husband almost a year ago. John was a marine, served in Afghanistan for several months before he was killed in action. Jessica, their daughter who was four at that time, would never see her dad again. You and Rooster try to tell her stories about her dad, show her old videos that you have on your phone from when she was a baby, and just try your best so she doesn’t forget the memories she has with him. It’s difficult, and you know that when she grows up, the only reminders she’ll have from his dad are the ones you and Rooster had played during years on a screen.

Rebecca, Rooster and you practically grew up together. You were there when she met John in high school, when she asked him to go on a date, when they made it official, when he asked her to prom, when he asked her to marry him… You’ve always been there. And when Jessica came into this world, you were also there. The little girl was kind enough to come to the world in July, you and Rooster had been on a 3-day leave at the time. She was the prettiest, tiniest and most perfect baby you had ever laid your eyes on. As her ‘auntie’ it was your mission to be the cool, loving relative who would always take care of her. There was nothing in this world you could’ve done to stop her tiny eyes from shedding tears last New Year’s Eve, when her mom ran away from the room after a phone call. Iceman had tried to explain to her in the best way possible that her dad would never come home… but how do you tell that to a child without destroying her childhood? You can’t.

"I can't wait to see our little princess" he says, trying to lift the mood.

"She must be taller now"

He nods and moves to the inside of the airport. Jessica it’s, probably, the only topic of conversation you can have with him without arguing. And possibly, the only thing that would make you agree on something.

In the plane, you try not to think too much about the fact that you’re about to lie to your family for a whole week. You’ve never been one to lie and chances of getting caught are higher than you want to admit.

“Did Becca send you that picture from Disney World?” asks Rooster, pulling you out of your thoughts. Rooster and you thought that it would be a wonderful idea to give Jessica an early Christmas present and send her and her mom on a 3 day trip to Disney World. They’ll come back tomorrow.

“What picture?”

He gets his phone and opens Rebecca’s chat. “She sent it to me a while ago, maybe she forgot to send it to you”

“Or maybe she knows about the ‘relationship’ already and thinks that sending the picture to one of us is enough”

“Yeah, that’s probably it. Here it is!” he turns the phone so you can see your pretty princess wearing a disney costume. Well, actually prince because she is wearing Prince Adam’s clothes. And she even has a red rose. “She’s so cute”

“She goes to the best place in the world to be a princess and decides to dress as a prince. That’s my niece” you laugh, sending the picture to your phone.

“Our niece. Don’t keep her all to yourself”

Noticing that the daily dose of kindness reserved to talk to Rooster is running out, you put on your earphones and take a nap. It’s going to be stressful once you get off the plane, you don’t want to tire yourself before the big show.

“Do you see my father?” you ask, three hours and a long nap later, when you land. “He should be around here”

“If you can’t see him, how am I supposed to?”

“Because you’re a giant and I'm not?” you deadpan.

“I fucking hate yo- Oh there he is. Smile” he says, grabbing your bag with one hand and your hand with the other, while approaching Slider. “How can you be so old and still have better hair than me?” he jokes.

“Because I’m better than you. Period.” your father says, hugging you close. “My little girl, look at you! Prettier than ever”

“Dad, don’t flatter me i’m not telling you what I got you for Christmas”

“Damn, it never works” he moves away from you and pats Rooster on the back. “Nice to see you, Bradshaw”

“Bradshaw? C’mon, Slider. You’ve never called me that”

“Well, you’ve never dated my daughter before so now I have to act a little different around you. I need to scare you” he says.

“You know you can’t scare me, right?” Rooster states, putting his arm around your shoulder and bringing you closer to him. You can smell his cologne. “Maybe when I was six, but I’m older now”

“You sure? Let me try this then” he stands in front of him, looking eye to eye, and dropping his characteristic smile that always accompanies him. “You hurt my daughter, make her sad or cry and I will make sure the only thing you fly for the rest of your life is a commercial plane”

You can almost hear Rooster swallowing in fear.

“Did I make myself clear, son?”

“Yes, sir”

And then, just like that, your father smiles again. “Great! Let’s go home, kids. Maverick is already there” he walks away, turning every so often to make sure you are still walking behind him.

“You better convince him that you broke up with me” he whisper-yells at you. “Because otherwise, he’s gonna chop my dick off”

“I thought he said you’re gonna be flying with American Airlines” you remember him, trying not to laugh.

“Oh my god, I’m so dead”

You arrive at Iceman’s house. It’s surrounded by snow, Christmas decorations and some inflatables such as Snowmen, Santa Claus, fake gifts… Iceman went all out this year. Maybe, in a way, it’s to try and regain the Christmas spirit rather than remembering this time of the year as a sad one.

“Look at the lovey-dovey couple!” you hear Nick, Iceman’s younger son, yelling from the door. He is just like his father.

“You could come and say hi to your friends, you know” you shout for him to hear you.

“Oh, no, please. I don’t want to see your disgusting behavior up close” he fake gags, as if the whole situation could make him want to vomit more than you.

“We’re only holding hands?” tells Rooster, raising them as a proof.

“That’s enough for me” he runs into the house, making you roll your eyes.

“He didn’t get that from me” Sarah tries to blame Nick’s behavior on her husband.

“Oh my Sarah, it’s been so long” you hug her, she is the only aunt you’ve ever had. And she was the cool type.

“Please, you need to come home more often! I’m surrounded by aviators” she complains.

“Aunt Sarah, I’m sorry to tell you this, but she’s also an aviator” laughs Rooster, hugging her.

“But she’s my girl, it’s different. Let’s go inside, it’s freezing out here!”

You go inside and see a lot of pictures on the walls, half of your life displayed in pictures in a house that wasn’t yours, but whose owners were as proud of you as if you were her own daughter. You walk through the house, feeling a tightness in your chest when the memories from the last time you were here come to your mind. It’s been a year, but you can remember it as if it was yesterday.

You move to the kitchen to find Maverick and Iceman drinking hot chocolate from Christmas-themed mugs. When they see you, they hug you and ask you about the station you’re at, your job, but none of them seems to be really interested in your relationship with Rooster. Weird, but you’ll gladly accept that rather than a full interrogation.

All of you sit down, Sarah giving you some hot chocolate too. Talking about everything that has been going on, the new things that are happening in their lives, learning about new hobbies, friends… Just filling up each other makes you feel at home. This is what Christmas feels like.

“Are we going to talk about the elephant in the room?” asks Iceman sipping his chocolate.

“I’ve been waiting for someone to bring it up. And I don’t wanna be the prying old woman here but when are you going to tell us how everything happened? Because as far as I can tell my dears, you two have been always arguing.” Sarah is a bit skeptical about the whole relationship thing and, honestly, you can’t blame her. She’s been like your second mom.

And you really hope that your biological mom never finds out about this. She’s having a wonderful holiday with her husband in Hawaii.

You look at Rooster, moving your hand to squeeze his and take a deep breath. “Well, you know. Sometimes things are not what they seem to be”

“So how long has this been going on?” Maverick questions, leaving his mug on the kitchen counter and beginning the interrogation you so stupidly had thought wouldn’t come.

But you don’t really care too much about the answers. You’ve prepared them with Rooster, you know what to say, how to act, how to smile. You’re not worried about it. And Rooster seems to be a great actor, too. He’s not smiling the same way you are, but his little actions are more credible: how he looks at you when you talk, nodding so you know he’s listening, squeezing your hand from time to time, offers you his mug of chocolate when you finish yours. He even takes a napkin and cleans some chocolate from the corner of your mouth.

They should nominate you two to an Oscar after this.

“It’s disgusting to see how cute you are together” your father blurts out. It makes you snort.

“Thank you, dad. I’m glad you approve it” you roll your eyes, getting up from the stool and walking to get your bag. “I’m going to my room, need to unpack my things”

“I’ll take them to your room, princess.” Rooster offers, using that stupid nickname that makes your insides turn in disgust.

“Oh, about that. You’re in Rooster’s room” Sarah says, walking behind you to your ‘boyfriend’s’ room. “I mean, you’re probably done dirtier things than sleeping on the same bed”

“Sarah, let’s just not talk about our sexual lives, okay?” begs Rooster, following her upstairs.

She opens the door for you, entering and explaining where the blankets are in case you need some more, but you can’t listen to her. Your whole attention is on the queen size bed with a Christmas themed quilt in red, green and yellow colors. It has dozens of pillows on it, and it seems rather comfortable.

But there’s only one bed.

“You sure you don’t want us to sleep in separate bedrooms? We can do that, we want to be respectful.” you offer, but Sarah just laughs.

“Honey, I’ve been waiting years for this moment. Not you dating each other, that’s still a bit weird but i’ll get used to it I guess. You’ve never brought a partner for Christmas. And I was scared that you would end up alone, actually. Rooster, you’ve always talked about how you wanted a relationship like the one your parents had, but yet you dated that annoying Mindy girl-”

“Mandy” he clarifies.

“Whatever. She was a horrendous girl and I don’t want to hear about her ever again. And you, Thena. Have you ever been in a relationship? Because you’ve never told me or Terry about it. And she’s your mom!”

“Sarah, I d-don’t think this is the moment for this-” you stutter a bit, not wanting to talk about the lack of romance in your life.

“Oh sweetheart, it’s true. You’ve never had a boy-”

Rooster yawns very dramatically, stretching his arms over his head. “Aunt Sarah, it’s been a tiring day, we’re going to sleep and we’ll talk tomorrow, okay? And you’re wrong. She’s dating me, she has a relationship now. So, please, don’t make my girl more uncomfortable than she already is, thank you” rumbles Rooster while pushing her out of the room and closing the door. You hear the click of the lock and you feel like you’re able to breathe again.

“Thank you” you mutter.

“I didn’t do it for you. I’m really tired” he stands next to you, looking at the bed like it was an enemy aircraft that needed to be destroyed. “I’ll sleep on the floor”

“You’re not sleeping on the floor. I’ll do it” you argue.

“I’m not letting you sleep on the floor, you’re gonna be complaining about your back hurting you tomorrow and I don’t wanna hear it”

“There’s room enough for the two of us, you know” you say, really tired and just wanting to get some sleep.

“Try again tomorrow, princess. Today, I’m sleeping on the floor”

He doesn’t let you say anything more, getting the fluffiest pillows from the bed, a few blankets and lays them on the floor next to the bed. You try your best not to throw a pillow at him for being so stubborn. He could sleep perfectly on the bed, but he has to be an idiot and try to be a gentleman. ‘Well then, gentleman, I hope your back hurts like shit tomorrow’ you think, grabbing your things and going to the bathroom to change into your pjs.

Once you come out, Rooster has turned off the lights, and is laying on the floor, looking at his phone. “The door is still locked, in case anyone tries to enter tomorrow morning” he informs you, locking his phone once you’re in bed.

“Thanks, Bradshaw” you adjust the pillows and cover yourself with the blankets, closing your eyes ready to fall asleep.

“Is it true?” inquires the man, his voice a bit louder than a whisper, but you’re still able to hear it.

“What are you talking about?”

“You’ve never had a boyfriend?” his voice is a bit louder, and you can hear the curiosity in his voice.

“I don’t think that’s your business” you reply, turning around and thinking that the conversation has ended.

But not for him. “Well, I need to know, because if you’ve never been in a relationship there’s a lot of things I should do differently around our family”

“Why do you care so much about it?”

He moves up from the floor, sitting on the bed and turning the bedside lamp on. “If they know I’m your first boyfriend, they’re expecting me to treat you like a queen. And I need to up my game”

“Rooster, we’re faking it, in case you forgot”

He sighs, his hand scratching the scars on his cheek. “Can you please answer my question?”

“Fine, I’ve never had a boyfriend. Happy now?” you hide yourself below the blankets, not wanting to speak more about the matter.

“I’m beginning to think that you are, actually, allergic to the whole human emotional spectrum”

You uncover yourself and kick him with all your strength, making him fall from the bed. “At least I didn’t get dumped” you tease him.

“At least I’ve had some love in my life” he mocks.

“I hate you”

“Ditto, princess” he says, and before he can even finish the sentence, you throw a pillow at him and cover yourself with the blankets.

It doesn’t feel like Christmas anymore.

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