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Gonna be controversial and just say it... I don't like Earthspark Arcee
#firefly speaks#she's just. ehh#she's kind of annoying#her design is just Bad. her face is too smooth#i don't hate her#i just don't like her. idk#i can see why other people like her but meh#not my favorite.
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Wagification
Max Verstappen x analyst!Reader
Summary: your job was slowly crushing your soul and stealing your sanity ⊠until Max showed you the pleasure to be found in letting yourself be cherished and cared for (or in which a chronically overworked Sky Sports analyst becomes a WAG)
Monaco Grand Prix, 2025
You take a deep breath as you step out of the car, the Monaco sunshine bright and warm on your face. Max comes around and takes your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
âYou ready for this?â He asks, his eyes searching yours.
You nod, though your stomach is fluttering with nerves. Itâs been nearly a year since you were last at a Grand Prix, and so much has changed. You glance down at the massive diamond on your left hand, still not quite used to seeing it there.
Max kisses your temple. âDonât worry, Iâll be right by your side the whole time.â
Hand-in-hand, you make your way into the paddock. Immediately youâre assaulted by the familiar sights and sounds â mechanics yelling, engines revving, reporters gesturing to their cameras. Itâs like you never left.
You keep your sunglasses on and your head down, hoping to avoid notice. The last thing you want is to be bombarded by your old coworkers. As a data analyst for Sky Sports F1, you knew everyone in the paddock. But you walked away from it all for Max and you arenât sure what kind of reception awaits you now.
âMax! Max Verstappen!â You hear a female voice call out. You suppress a groan as you recognize it as belonging to Emma, one of the networkâs top reporters. She hurries over, dictaphone in hand. âMax, can I get a quick interview for the pre-race show?â
âSure,â Max says easily. He keeps holding your hand, drawing you forward. âJust make it quick, yeah?â
Emma nods, then seems to notice you for the first time. âIâm so sorry, I donât mean to be rude. Iâm Emma Walsh, with Sky Sports.â She sticks her hand out with a friendly smile.
You hesitate a second before shaking her hand. âY/N,â you say simply, not offering your last name.
Emmaâs eyes widen behind her glasses and she leans in for a closer look. âWait a minute, I know you ...â Her jaw drops open. âY/N Y/L/N? Is that you?â
You give a little shrug. âYeah, itâs me.â
âOh my god!â Emma practically shouts. âI canât believe it! We all thought you fell off the face of the earth after you left Sky. What happened to you?â
Max slides an arm around your waist. âShe fell for me,â he says with a grin.
Emmaâs eyes bug out even more as she takes in your designer dress, heels, and rock on your finger. âYou mean ⊠you and Max ...â
You nod, feeling yourself blush. âAbout a year ago, yeah.â
âWow.â Emma shakes her head in disbelief. âJust ⊠wow. I mean, look at you! You look incredible!â
You smooth your hands self-consciously over your dress. Your style has certainly changed since your Sky Sports days of sensible pantsuits. As an analyst, you had lived in jeans, flats, and minimal makeup, your hair always pulled back in a simple ponytail. Now your hair falls in soft waves over your shoulders, and youâre wearing a floaty floral maxi dress and strappy heels. You went from broadcasting racing stats to being a WAG almost overnight.
âThanks,â you say, your cheeks growing even warmer. âItâs really good to see you, Emma.â
âYou too!â She grins. âI have so many questions, but I better let you go for now. Donât want to keep the championship leader waiting.â She winks at Max. âWeâll catch up later, yeah? Drinks tonight to celebrate your return?â
âSure, sounds good.â You smile, thankful sheâs not pressing for more details now. Emma waves and heads off in search of her next interview.
Max keeps his arm around you as you continue through the paddock. âSee, that wasnât so bad,â he murmurs.
You let out a shaky laugh. âOne down, about a hundred more to go.â
Over the next hour you run into what feels like every person you used to work with. They all react with similar shock at the former paddock nerd turned glamorous girlfriend of the reigning four-time World Champion.
You chat briefly with Will, who stutters over his words and goes bright red when you say hello. He had the biggest crush on you back when you worked together. Sarah canât stop gushing over your ring. Tom tells you how weird it is not to see you hunched over a laptop crunching numbers.
The encounters leave you feeling drained, but also relieved. Your old coworkers seem genuinely happy for you, not resentful like you had worried. They donât pry too much into how exactly you went from reporting race stats to ending up with Max Verstappen. Thatâs a story for another time.
Eventually you make it to the Red Bull garage, where you let out a long breath. âPhew, I survived.â
Max grins and pulls you close. âYou were amazing. And you look beautiful, as always.â He nuzzles your neck.
You smile and loop your arms around his shoulders. âHave I mentioned how happy I am whenever Iâm with you?â
âMmm, maybe once or twice.â Max kisses you softly. âBut feel free to keep reminding me.â
âAhem.â Christian Horner clears his throat from behind you. âIf you two can pause the PDA for a moment, we have a race to focus on.â
You spring apart, blushing furiously at being caught by Maxâs team principal. Max just laughs and slings an arm around your shoulders.
âLighten up, Christian. Iâm allowed to kiss my fiancĂ©e.â
Christian shakes his head, but heâs fighting a smile. âIndeed you are. But perhaps when there arenât cameras around?â He nods over your shoulder.
You turn to see several photographers zooming in, no doubt dying to get shots of the paddockâs newest it couple. You bury your face in Maxâs shoulder.
âUgh, no privacy anywhere,â you grumble.
Max kisses your hair. âItâs not so bad. Just part of the deal when youâre with me, remember?â
You smile up at him. âVery true. And I wouldnât trade it for anything.â
The day passes in a blur of activity. Max has various sponsor obligations and media commitments. You stick close by his side, learning how to avoid the cameras and deflect the constant questions about your relationship. Being the center of attention still feels strange, but youâre getting better at handling it.
During Maxâs autograph session, you chat with some of the other driversâ girlfriends and wives. They give you tips on dealing with the madness. Youâre touched by how kind and welcoming they are.
âIt takes some getting used to,â Alex Albonâs girlfriend, Lily, says. âBut once you figure out how to focus on what really matters, the rest just becomes background noise.â
You nod. Your priority is Max. Everything else is just part of the ride.
***
One Year Ago
You sink down onto a stack of tires behind the Red Bull motorhome, finally letting the tears fall. This weekend in Barcelona has been a nightmare so far. Your team at Sky Sports is chronically understaffed, so youâve been working 18 hour days analyzing data and prepping stats graphics.
Youâre exhausted, frustrated, and seriously questioning your career choices.
On top of that, you just found out that your coworker and boyfriend Jamie has been cheating on you for months with one of the new junior reporters. You feel like such an idiot for not realizing it sooner.
You just need a few minutes to yourself to cry it out before plastering a smile back on and soldiering through the rest of the weekend. You hear footsteps approaching and quickly dab at your eyes with your sleeve, but itâs too late.
âOh, sorry, I didnât mean to ...â The voice trails off awkwardly.
You glance up to see none other than Max Verstappen standing there, a look of concern on his face. Great. The last thing you need is Formula 1âs wunderkind catching you bawling behind the motorhome.
You scramble to your feet, trying to compose yourself. âUm, hi. No worries, I was just ...â You trail off, at a loss for how to explain.
Max steps closer, head tilted. âAre you okay? Whatâs wrong?â
His kindness makes the tears threaten again. You stare down at your scuffed sneakers, embarrassed.
âIâm fine, really. Just had a bad day. You know how it goes.â You force a weak laugh.
Max doesnât seem convinced. âHere, come sit for a minute,â he says gently, guiding you back over to the stack of tires.
To your surprise, he sits down next to you in his designer jeans and Red Bull Racing hoodie like itâs no big deal. You would laugh if you werenât still fighting more tears.
âIâm Max, by the way.â He smiles and holds out his hand.
You shake it weakly. âYeah, I know. I mean, uh, Iâm Y/N.â You blush. Smooth.
Max either doesnât notice or is too polite to comment. âSo Y/N, what has you so upset? Boyfriend troubles?â He raises an eyebrow knowingly.
You let out a watery chuckle. âYeah, something like that. The idiotâs been cheating on me it turns out.â Saying it out loud makes the hurt swell back up.
Max shakes his head angrily. âWhat a dick. I donât understand guys who treat girls like that. You deserve so much better, Y/N.â
The genuine outrage on your behalf makes you smile a bit through the tears. âThanks, Max. I appreciate that.â
He nods. âAny guy would be lucky to have a girl as pretty and smart as you. This loser doesnât know what heâs lost.â
Now you really canât help blushing. Youâre used to being called a lot of things â nerdy, awkward, obsessive about stats â but no oneâs ever called you pretty before. Especially not a kind, cute, and famous race car driver.
You dip your head, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear self-consciously. âYouâre very sweet to say that.â
Max bumps your shoulder with his. âJust calling it like I see it.â
You chat for a few more minutes about nothing in particular. Max is easy to talk to, and makes you laugh with funny stories about mishaps in the garage. By the time you hear your boss calling your name, youâve almost forgotten about Jamie and your tear-stained face.
âShit, I have to get back to work,â you say, standing quickly and grabbing your laptop bag. âThanks for listening, Max. I really appreciate you taking the time.â
âOf course.â Max stands too, shoving his hands in his pockets. He seems reluctant to end the conversation. âHey, maybe Iâll see you around again this weekend?â
You give him a curious look, wondering why heâd want to see you again after witnessing that mess of emotions. But he looks sincere. âYeah, maybe! Iâm around if you need any stats analysis or data work.â You tap your temple. âNumbers nerd, at your service.â
Max grins. âGood to know. Take care, Y/N.â With a little wave, he heads off, leaving you staring after him in surprise.
The rest of the day you keep replaying those moments with Max in your head, unable to focus. Why did he seem so interested in a frumpy data analyst having a meltdown? You canât make sense of it.
By the time qualifying ends on Saturday, youâre practically dead on your feet. Your eyelids keep drooping as you pack up your equipment. Maybe youâll just sleep under your desk tonight instead of walking all the way to the hotel.
âLong day, huh?â
You jerk awake to see Max leaning in the doorway of your makeshift office, thumbs hooked in his pockets. He looks annoyingly energetic and put together compared to your disheveled state.
âUh, yeah.â You smooth your hair back,feeling self-conscious. Why does he have to catch you looking like such a mess yet again? âJust have about a million graphics to finish before tomorrowâs broadcast. The glamorous life of a data analyst,â you say wryly.
Max frowns. âThey keep you here this late doing all the work yourself?â
You sigh, rubbing your grainy eyes beneath your glasses. âUnfortunately yes. Weâre way understaffed, but itâs not like theyâll give us more budget to hire help.â
Max shakes his head. âThatâs unacceptable. You deserve so much better than this.â
The kindness in his voice makes you suddenly emotional again. You bite your lip, willing yourself not to tear up at work twice in one day.
âThanks, Max. Iâll be okay though, once I get some sleep ...â You know you donât sound convincing.
Max appears to think for a moment, his brow furrowed. âYou know what, enough of this. Come on.â
Before you can react, he takes your hand and gently tugs you to your feet.
âW-what? Where are we going?â You stammer, heartbeat quickening.
âWeâre getting out of here. Youâre clearly exhausted and need a break.â Max keeps hold of your hand as he leads you from the office.
âBut-but my work ⊠I have to finish-â Even as you protest, you let him continue pulling you along. A rebellious part of you is thrilled at this sudden adventure.
âIt can wait. Right now, weâre getting some food and drinks in you so you actually have energy left for tomorrow.â Max winks at you as you exit the paddock into the cool night air. âTrust me.â
And despite barely knowing this man, you realize you do trust him. Max guides you around the corner to a lively tapas bar, chatting all the while about random topics to make you laugh. He seems genuinely interested in getting to know you.
Over shared plates of patatas bravas and fizzy cocktails, you find yourself opening up to Max in a way you never do with people you just met. But his kindness and openness make you feel comfortable. He tells you more about life as an F1 driver, the pressures and perks.
âIt must be amazing getting to travel all over the world racing cars,â you muse after your second cocktail. âLike a dream.â
âPart of it is, yeah.â Max smiles wryly. âBut it can also be lonely. Never really putting down roots anywhere. Hard to meet people outside the racing bubble, you know?â
You nod thoughtfully. Under the playboy racer exterior, it seems thereâs a down-to-earth guy who just wants connection. On impulse, you cover his hand with yours and give it a squeeze.
âWell, youâve got a friend here now if you ever need company at a race.â
Max turns his palm over to link his fingers through yours. âI was hoping youâd say that.â His smile is so warm and genuine, you feel your cheeks heat.
By the time you stumble back to your hotel, youâre laughing and chatting with Max like old friends. When you get to your door though, you blink blearily and sway on your feet â the long day and alcohol hitting you hard.
Max steadies you with a hand on your waist. âWhoa there. You gonna make it okay?â
You wave a hand drunkenly. âOh yeah, totally fiiiine ...â Your balance wavers again. Okay, maybe not so fine.
Max bites his lip, seeming to have an internal debate. âAlright, slight change of plans. Youâre in no state to be left alone right now.â
In one smooth motion he scoops you up bridal-style. You make a very dignified squeaking noise and clutch his shoulders.
âMax! What are you doing?â
âMaking sure youâre safe for the night.â He grins down at you. âYou can stay in my suite where I can keep an eye on you.â
âBut ⊠people will think ...â Even tipsy, you know spending the night in Max Verstappenâs hotel room is probably a bad idea.
âLet them think whatever. Iâm being a gentleman, I promise.â The sincerity in his eyes melts your feeble protests. You really are in no state to be left alone.
You sigh and rest your head on his shoulder. âOkay fine, you win. But just for tonight!â
Max chuckles, carrying you towards the elevator. âDeal. Weâll get you sobered up and rested for tomorrow.â
You have vague impressions of a plush suite, being tucked into cool satin sheets and handed water and pills for your headache. Max brushes hair off your face with a lingering touch. âGet some sleep, Y/N. Iâm right next door if you need me.â
His kindness brings tears to your eyes again, but happy ones this time. As you drift off surrounded by his scent, you think dazedly that maybe this race weekend hasnât been so terrible after all.
In the morning, waking up in Max Verstappenâs hotel bed, you at first think it was all some crazy dream. Then the smell of brewing coffee draws you out to the living room, where Max stands in the kitchenette.
âMorning! I ordered us some breakfast.â He hands you a mug, smiling softly.
Daylight streaming through the windows makes last nightâs events seem even more surreal. You feel suddenly shy as memories return. A part of you wishes you could stay here in this peaceful bubble with him forever, away from the outside world.
But reality calls, as you both have jobs to return to. Max convinces you to eat some food and take more pain meds before he walks you back to your own room to shower and change.
At your door he pulls you into a gentle hug. âTake care of yourself today, okay Y/N? And if you need another break or company again, you know where to find me.â He presses a featherlight kiss to your forehead that sends tingles through your entire body.
Somehow you make it through the day fueled by Maxâs kindness and the smallest hope this could lead to more. You catch sight of him striding through the paddock, fans clamoring for his attention. His eyes always seem to find you though, lighting up with that warm smile.
After the race, youâre back in your makeshift office trying not to fall asleep at your desk before the last minutes of broadcasts. When you walk outside into the golden hour sunset though, Max is waiting for you.
âSo, ready for round two at the tapas place to celebrate my win?â He bumps your shoulder playfully.
You grin up at him, this beautiful boy who inexplicably wants to spend all his free moments with you. âDefinitely. Bring on the croquetas.â
Laughing together, you start making your way there. And though you donât know what this budding connection will lead to, youâre ready to find out.
***
Nine Months Ago
You snuggle deeper into Maxâs arms with a contented sigh, resting your head on his chest. The lights are dim and music plays softly in the background of his hotel suite. Rain patters against the windows, making it the perfect night to get cozy indoors.
Being wrapped up with Max like this, away from the chaos of the race weekend, has become your favorite place to be over the past few months. After that impulsive first night in Barcelona when he took care of you, you started spending more and more time together.
What began as a supportive friendship soon turned into dates, kisses, and eventually becoming official boyfriend and girlfriend. You still canât believe that Max Verstappen, Formula 1 superstar, wants to be with a plain data analyst like yourself. But from the way he looks at you â like youâre the most captivating person in the world â you donât doubt his sincerity.
âHave I told you lately how beautiful you are?â Max murmurs, trailing his fingers slowly up and down your arm.
You smile and nuzzle his neck. âMmm, I think you mentioned it once or twice.â
His hands drift up to stroke your hair and you practically purr, eyes drifting shut. Max kisses the top of your head. âI mean it though, Y/N. Being with you makes me so happy.â
You lift your head to meet his lips in a soft kiss. âYou make me happy too, Max. I-â You cut off with an enormous yawn that you fail to stifle in time.
Max chuckles. âAm I boring you over here?â
âNo no,â you insist around another yawn. âI just canât seem to keep my eyes open tonight.â
Itâs true. As blissful as you feel cuddled up with Max, youâre utterly exhausted. This weekend has been nonstop work with little sleep. By the time you wrapped the Sky broadcasts up for the night, you could barely see straight.
Max brushes a strand of hair back from your face, his expression growing serious. âYouâre completely worn out, schatje. I hate seeing you push yourself to the breaking point like this.â
You give him a tired smile. âItâs okay, really. Iâm used to the long hours by now. Occupational hazard.â It comes out less convincingly than you intended.
Maxâs frown deepens. He shifts around to face you, cradling your cheek in his palm. âBut you shouldnât have to be used to it, Y/N. Your bosses take advantage of your dedication. Itâs not right.â
You bite your lip, not meeting his earnest gaze. Deep down you know heâs correct, but you donât know what else to do. This career has been your life for years now.
Max gently turns your face back to his. âYou deserve so much better. You keep giving everything to this job and they just keep demanding more. Whenâs the last time you took a real break?â
You look down, feeling the prickle of tears. You canât even remember your last vacation or rest day. âItâs okay, really ...â you whisper half-heartedly.
âNo, itâs not.â Maxâs voice is firm but caring. He tips your chin up to meet his eyes. âI canât stand seeing you being taken advantage of. It makes me want to take care of you properly, the way you should be.â
Your breath catches at the intensity in his gaze. Being taken care of and cherished so deeply is new for you. You donât know how to respond.
Max seems to take your silence as uncertainty. âJust think about it, liefje. You could finally put yourself first and do what makes you happy instead of what makes Sky Sports happy.â He caresses your cheek with his thumb. âDoesnât a break to rest and recover sound nice?â
You close your eyes with a shaky exhale, admitting to yourself just how badly you need it. Your health and mental wellbeing have been steadily declining under the relentless stress.
âIt really does sound nice,â you whisper. A few tears leak out beneath your lashes.
Max kisses them away tenderly, holding you close. âShh I know, baby. Youâre burning yourself out trying to do the impossible. Anyone would be exhausted.â
You cling to him, sniffling. âBut itâs my job, my career. I canât just walk away ...â Even as you say it, the prospect doesnât seem as scary as it once did. Not if you get to have this, being wrapped in Maxâs love and care.
âYou can walk away from anything thatâs making you suffer. Youâre so much more than this job. And youâll never have to worry or want for anything ever again.â His tone drips with promise.
You lean back to search his face. âWhat do you mean?â
Max smiles and brushes his nose against yours. âI mean, Iâll take care of you. If you leave your job to focus on yourself and our relationship, you will want for nothing. Iâll make sure of it.â
Your eyes go wide. âYou mean ⊠quit working altogether and just ⊠be with you full time?â
Max nods, still smiling. âIt can be that simple if you want. No more crazy hours and stress. Just let me spoil you and give you the life you deserve. What do you say?â
Your pulse races as you imagine it. No more coming home at 2 am and collapsing, living off vending machine snacks. Instead you could be leisurely mornings with Max, seeing the world together, doing activities you actually enjoy instead of endless stats analysis ...
It sounds idyllic. But could you really just stop working and let Max support you? Would people judge you for it?
As if reading your mind, Max says âIgnore whatever anyone else might think. This is about whatâs right for you and makes you happy. Iâm sure of this, Y/N. Please trust me.â
His eyes radiate so much love and certainty. Slowly you nod, feeling a weight lift from your chest.
âOkay,â you whisper. âIf youâre sure then ⊠I trust you, Max.â
Joy spreads across his face. He kisses you deeply, pouring all his feelings into it. When he finally pulls back youâre both breathless.
âYou wonât regret this, schatje. Iâm going to take such good care of you from now on.â Max strokes your hair, eyes shining. âNo more exhaustion and stress. Just being together and enjoying life. It will be amazing.â
You truly believe it as you drift off, safe in his arms. No more pressure to single-handedly carry Sky Sportsâ data analysis. From now on, you can just be his ⊠and find yourself again.
The next day you take a deep breath and knock on your bossâ door. Within minutes, youâve quit your job and ended a years long chapter. It feels bittersweet but right as you box up your belongings from your little makeshift office. This time when tears prick your eyes, theyâre from overwhelming relief.
Max is waiting to pick you up, greeting you with a spinning hug and long kiss. âIâm so proud of you. Youâre going to be so much happier and healthier from now on, I just know it.â
You hug him tight, burying your face in his neck. âI already feel lighter. This was the right choice.â
And it truly is. As you jet off to a tropical island just the two of you that weekend, it feels like a new life.
The days pass in a dreamy haze â sleeping in, long massages, breakfast in bed courtesy of Max, sunset walks on the beach holding hands. He delights in pampering you with gifts, gourmet meals, and your every whim met often before you even speak it.
âI could get used to this,â you sigh contentedly as you lounge together in a cabana, sipping fruity cocktails.
Max smiles and nuzzles your neck. âThatâs the idea. Youâll never lift a finger except when you want to from now on.â
It amazes you how he transforms from fierce competitor on the track to this caring, protective boyfriend behind closed doors. He seems to find his greatest happiness in making sure youâre thoroughly spoiled.
You do occasionally think of the drastic shift your life has taken. But any flicker of doubt is erased by Maxâs love and devotion. Heâs given you freedom from exhaustion and anxiety. Youâve never felt more adored.
âI donât know what I did to deserve you,â you whisper one night as you sway together on the balcony under the stars, your silk robe fluttering around you.
Max gazes at you like you hold the secrets of the universe. âYou just had to be yourself, schatje. Thatâs all Iâll ever need.â
He takes your breath away with slow, passionate kisses until you meltingly agree to take things inside. Your first time together is everything you imagined and more.
Afterwards, lying entwined with Max stroking your hair, you have never felt more whole. You found in each other what you needed most â care, understanding, and unwavering love.
This blissful new life together has only just begun.
***
A Few Hours Ago
You hum to yourself as you flip through the designer outfits in your massive walk-in closet, selecting options for the upcoming race. This will be your first time attending a Grand Prix on Maxâs arm and you want to look perfect.
As you sift through rows of Chanel, Dior, Valentino, and Prada, you feel a pair of familiar arms wrap around your waist.
âNeed any help choosing?â Max asks, nuzzling your neck.
You lean back into him with a smile. âI was just trying to narrow it down. I want to look nice for your big weekend.â
Max turns you in his arms, one hand coming up to caress your cheek. âSchatje, you could show up in sweatpants and youâd still be the most beautiful woman there.â
You scrunch your nose. âBut itâs Monaco! I need to look at least semi put-together.â
âItâs impossible for you to look anything but,â Max declares, stealing a quick kiss. âYou always look perfect to me.â
You swat his chest but canât help grinning. His constant compliments and admiration still give you flutters even after months together.
Taking your hand, Max comes to stand before the endless clothing options. âOkay, letâs see what weâre working with here.â
You pull out two of your favorites: a sleek black Balmain jumpsuit with a deep neckline and waist cutouts, and a shimmering floral Givenchy maxi dress.
âOoh, these are both amazing,â Max says, fingering the luxe fabrics. âThat jumpsuit would show off your sexy legs, but this fabric is so pretty with your skin tone ...â
You chew your bottom lip thoughtfully. âIâm torn too. Whatâs your vote?â
Max pretends to scrutinize them closely before breaking into a smile. âWell you know I love you in anything. Or nothing,â he adds with a wink.
You roll your eyes and swat him with a hanger. âBehave! I need actual fashion advice please.â
âOkay okay.â Max puts on an exaggerated serious expression. âThe Givenchy dress is very classy and princess-like. But I love the way this Balmain hugs your curves.â To demonstrate, he traces a hand along the waist and down your side.
You shiver pleasantly at his touch. âMmm, good point ...â
Max leans in close behind you, hands resting on your hips. âImagine me peeling it off of you after my win.â He presses a kiss below your ear.
You melt back into him, tilting your head to give him better access to your neck. âWell when you put it that way ...â
âThe dress would be pretty easy access too though.â Max slides his hands under the fabric across your thighs teasingly.
You gasp and swat him away again, laughing. âOkay stop distracting me! I really do need to pick.â
Max relents with a grin, holding up his hands in surrender. âAlright, you win. I officially vote for the dress. Itâs sexy yet elegant, just like you.â
You smile and give him a peck on the lips. âNow, what about bags and shoes?â
You move through your endless options as Max offers his input. He has a surprising eye for fashion despite his own relaxed, sporty style.
âThis one matches the best.â He selects a sleek black crocodile Birkin. âClassy and understated.â
You turn the bag over in your hands. âOoh I forgot I had this one. Good call!â
After picking strappy heels to complete the look, you start browsing your jewelry selection.
âThatâs a lot of shiny stuff,â Max remarks, eyes roving over the boxes of diamonds, emeralds, sapphires and more.
You arch an eyebrow. âSays the one who got carried away with the jewelry purchases ...â
Max just grins and pulls you close. âI want you to have it all. You deserve to be spoiled.â He captures your lips in a sweet kiss.
You hum happily against his mouth before pulling back. âWill you help me pick something?â
âHmm letâs see ...â Max peruses the options before selecting an elegant diamond necklace. âYeah, this one is perfect. Really complements the dress.â
He fastens it carefully around your neck, meeting your eyes in the mirror with a smile. His gaze trails down your body as you model the full outfit together.
âYou look absolutely incredible, liefje. Every man in Monaco will be drooling over you.â
You turn to wrap your arms around his shoulders. âWell I only care about impressing one man.â You kiss the tip of his nose.
Maxâs hands find your waist again, warm on your exposed skin. âOh trust me, I am very impressed. And the second weâre alone after the race this outfit will be on the floor.â
You laugh as he nuzzles into your neck, nipping lightly. Somehow, you manage to fall more in love with Max every day.
You eventually disentangle, needing to actually get ready for the day ahead.
âWhat should I wear in the meantime?â You muse, fingers drifting over the designer options.
Before you can choose, Max comes up behind you and starts guiding a silk robe onto your shoulders.
âHow about nothing at all? Iâm enjoying this view already,â he murmurs against your skin as he wraps the sash loosely around your waist.
You lean back into him with a hum of pleasure. âWell if you insist ...â
Max takes your hand and leads you to the bed, laying you back against the pillows. He undoes the robe just enough to expose your body as he trails kisses everywhere. âMmm yes, this is much better than any outfit.â
You run your fingers through his hair, arching into his touch. âWhat happened to getting ready for the race?â You breathe.
Max pauses his kisses just below your navel to flash a wicked grin up at you. âRace day can wait for a few more minutes. Right now I want to appreciate my gorgeous girl.â
You have zero arguments with that logic. With a happy sigh, you surrender to his skilled and eager mouth, letting all other concerns fade away. Everything else will have its turn â being worshiped by Max is the only thing on your schedule this morning.
Eventually though, you manage to dress and make your way to the circuit. As you ride through the streets together on the way, Max keeps an arm curled tightly around you.
âYou know, despite the fancy clothes and jewelry, youâre still the same humble, kind-hearted woman I fell for,â Max says, kissing your temple. âAll that other stuff just enhances your inner beauty.â
You smile and squeeze his hand as you lift your lips to meet his. âYou always know just what to say.â
You keep your chin up and shoulders back as you step onto the harborside track that will soon be swarming with VIPs. With Max by your side, you have everything you need â now and always.
***
Monaco Grand Prix, 2025
The cheers of the crowd echo in your ears as you watch Max pass the chequered flag, securing his win. Your heart swells with pride and love as he pulls the car over to parc fermé and hops out, immediately searching for you on the other side of the barriers.
The second his eyes land on yours, his face lights up with that smile that melts you every time. Heâs barely stepped out of the car before you launch yourself into his arms.
âYou did it! Iâm so proud of you,â you breathlessly exclaim.
Max laughs and pulls you closer. âIâm just happy to win it for you, liefje.â
Still holding you against his chest, he claims your mouth in a fierce celebratory kiss as the team and cameras swarm around. Your world narrows to just the feeling of his lips on yours, his race suit damp with sweat under your palms.
When you finally break for air, foreheads touching, Max murmurs âI love you so much. This one was for you.â
Your answering smile feels brighter than the Monaco sunshine. âI love you too. You were incredible today.â
The podium ceremony and interviews pass in a euphoric blur. Max keeps you tucked close to his side whenever he can, his arm firmly around your waist. He only has eyes for you despite the chaos surrounding him.
Finally escaping to the privacy of his driverâs room in the Red Bull motorhome, Max properly ravages you up against the door. The heady mix of victory and desire is intoxicating.
Much later, surrounded by empty champagne bottles with Max nuzzling lazy kisses across your bare shoulders, you hear a tentative knock.
âDecent?â Comes Emmaâs teasing voice.
âJust a minute!â You call out, scrambling for your discarded dress.
Max pouts adorably as you wriggle back into it. âDo we have to go out? Iâm enjoying having you all to myself ...â
You smile and kiss him sweetly. âSoon baby. But letâs celebrate with some friends first.â
Max sighs but nods, taking your hand as you go open the door. Emmaâs eyebrows shoot up as she takes in your thoroughly debauched state, but she politely doesnât comment.
âY/N! There you are! Oh, and congrats on the win,â she says to Max before turning back to you. âWeâre all heading to Jimmyâz for the afterparty. You have to come!â
You hesitate, glancing at Max. âOh, actually we already have plans ...â
âCome on, it will be like old times! We can squeeze you both in, Iâm sure,â Emma pleads. Your former colleagues are beckoned over â Tom, Will, Sarah, and others waving excitedly.
Their eager faces make you pause, but Max just chuckles and slides an arm around your waist. âNo need for squeezing into crowded clubs. Iâve already reserved some VIP booths so we can party properly.â He winks down at you.
âOh! Well in that case, weâll see you there.â Emma looks impressed. The others chatter excitedly as they head off to get ready.
You grin up at Max, arms looped around his neck. âYouâre the best, you know that?â
âOnly the best for you, beautiful.â He kisses you softly before you head off hand-in-hand.
After making yourselves presentable again, you set out into the Monaco night. The Circuit de Monaco is still abuzz with energy, music and laughter pouring from every corner.
The line outside Jimmyâz stretches far down the block. But the bouncer immediately waves you through with a respectful âMr. Verstappen, this way please.â
You exchange a smile with Max, who keeps you tucked close against his side. It still feels surreal being ushered into exclusive areas that once intimidated you. Now itâs your glamorous new normal.
âY/N, you made it!â Emma jumps up and hugs you tight. She eyes your designer outfit and perfectly styled hair. âDamn, look at you! Got that WAG glow going on.â
You smooth your hands self-consciously over your dress. âOh, thanks! Just trying to look the part, I guess.â
You chat and laugh with Emma and your former coworkers as music pulses around you. When the Go-Go dancer comes by with a tray of sparklers, you impulsively grab two, popping one in your mouth and handing the other to a wide-eyed Emma.
She fumbles to light hers, watching as you tilt your head back and laugh, little sparks showering your face.
âGirl, you are wild tonight!â Emma has to shout over the music. âIâve never seen you like this.â
You just smile and rummage through your Birkin for lipstick to touch up, crossing and uncrossing your legs that sport sky-high Louboutins. Your time working 18 hour days hunched over a laptop feels like another lifetime.
Eventually needing a break from the noise, you head to the bar to refresh your drink. Emma joins you, peering at the menu.
âDamn, I canât even pronounce half this stuff,â she laughs. âWhat are you thinking of getting?â
You scan the options. âMmm, maybe the Dom PĂ©rignon RosĂ©? Sounds nice.â
Emma shakes her head in disbelief. âYou really have gone full glam. I donât think I ever saw you drink anything but Heineken at the track.â
You scoff, âWell we didnât exactly have champagne on offer in our part of the paddock.â
You smile politely as the bartender brings your drink over. Emma is still eyeing you curiously.
âWhat?â You ask, laughing under her scrutiny.
âNothing, just ...â She waves a hand at you. âLook at you with the designer outfit, Birkin bag, $500 drinks ⊠youâre a whole new woman!â
You take a sip of the bubbly pink liquid and just smile. âIs that such a bad thing?â
âNo no, not at all!â Emma rushes to say. âYou seem really happy. Iâve just never seen you like this before. You were always the practical, focused one. Now you look ⊠fully embraced by the glitz.â
You lean against the bar, considering her words. Sheâs right â the old you never couldâve imagined fully embracing this lifestyle. But now you canât imagine anything else.
âI am happier than Iâve ever been,â you tell her honestly. âWith Max Iâm free to enjoy life and not worry about anything. He takes care of it all.â
Emma raises her eyebrows. âSo he just ⊠pays for everything, and you live this champagne lifestyle together?â
You smile, fingering the enormous diamond on your left hand. âBasically, yes. And itâs as amazing as it sounds. Iâll never need to work or stress over bills or anything again.â
âHuh.â Emma takes a thoughtful sip of her own drink. âDonât you ever miss the thrill of data crunching and racing strategy though?â
You consider it for a moment. The thought of long hours analyzing race stats and performance metrics makes your brain hurt.
âYou know ⊠I really donât,â you realize. âI can barely even remember the programs and systems we used. And I like it that way.â
Emma nods slowly. You can tell sheâs making an effort to be open-minded about your new life. Before she can respond, you feel the presence of someone behind you.
âThereâs my beautiful girl,â Max murmurs, sliding his arms around your waist and nuzzling your neck. âThis party is nowhere near as fun without you.â
You lean back into him happily. His passion and desire for you still give you the same flutters as that first night together in Barcelona. You doubt that will ever change.
Turning in his arms, you accept the kiss he gives you, not caring that Emma is still standing there. Let her see how crazy you are for each other.
When you pull back, Max smiles down at you like youâre the only person in the crowded club. âDance with me?â He extends a hand, already gently pulling you towards the dancefloor.
You let him lead you away without a backwards glance. Emma can think what she wants, but she canât possibly understand your relationship with Max. You know this is exactly where youâre meant to be.
Max hands you a fresh glass of champagne and keeps an arm curled around your waist as you sway together. The music and alcohol fill you with euphoria.
âHave I told you how stunning you look tonight?â Max murmurs in your ear, his breath hot on your skin.
You smile up at him coyly. âFeel free to keep reminding me.â
Maxâs answering grin is sinful. His hands travel your body as you move together. âI plan to show you later just how irresistible I find you.â
The night flies by in a blur of dancing, drinks, and stolen kisses in the shadows with Max. Your former colleagues party into the early morning, but eventually stumble back to their hotels.
You and Max retreat back to your shared apartment just as dawn breaks over the horizon. As promised, your dress hits the floor immediately. He ravages you with hungry kisses, urging you higher and higher until you cry out his name again and again.
After, wrapped securely in his arms, you sigh in utter contentment. The smooth sheets feel divine against your skin and Max gently strokes your hair as you doze against his chest.
âSo I take it you had fun?â He asks, a smile in his voice.
You lift your head to grin at him. âIt was amazing. Although ...â You bite your lip coyly.
Max raises an eyebrow. âAlthough what, schatje?â
âWell, this part is still my favorite.â You punctuate your point by straddling his waist again, bending to kiss him deeply.
Max groans appreciatively against your mouth, hands grasping your hips. âMmm mine too. In fact, I donât think weâre done celebrating yet ...â
Your lips part in ecstasy and your nails rake down his back as he takes you right to the edge again and again. Finally collapsing in a tangle of sweaty limbs, youâre both completely spent and blissful. You curl into Maxâs side, eyes drifting shut.
âI love you so much,â you murmur, the words slurring together.
Max kisses your hair, stroking your back. âI love you too, Y/N. Being with you is a dream.â
You slip into peaceful dreams still wrapped in each other. The glitz and glamour of F1 life is fun, but nothing compares to the private world you share with Max.
Youâll face the crowds and cameras again soon. But right now, lost in Maxâs embrace, you have everything you need.
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âàŒ â RYOMEN SUKUNA. a better man.
about. youâre a girl thatâs way out of his league and heâs the bad boy you couldnât help but fall for. what happens when ryomen sukuna fails to meet you in the middle?
warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fluff, suggestive towards the end, no curses!au, modern!au, itâs implied that sukuna is in a gang, mentions of fights, reader is a rich girl, theyâre kinda in love :( bad boy!sukuna, fem!reader.
âyouâre mad at me. arenâcha?â
sukuna mutters with an air of faux nonchalance as he lazily jogs up the final marble steps that lead up to the restaurant he was supposed to meet you at nearly two hours ago. the evening traffic zips by, red and white headlights parting through the rain to illuminate your boyfriendâs features. heavy water droplets take residence on the slope of his nose and Cupidâs bow, some even daring to cling on to the tips of dusty rose-coloured hair.
if you werenât so angry right now, you might take a moment to appreciate how good sukuna looks in the moment â especially with the way the rain makes the designer tux youâd gotten for him cling to his skin. exposing every ridge and dip and curve in his muscle while his inky black tattoos become all the more visible.
âof course iâm mad.â you step aside to let sukuna under the shelter of the entrance, avoiding him as he swoops down for his usual hug and kiss. âtonight is important. it was important.â
âbabe câmon on, i wasââ
âyou were late. theyâre serving dessert in there, ryomen.â your tone is coloured with shades of annoyance and a hint of warning. like a mother about to lecture her child. youâre pissed. itâs written all over your face too â in the way that your brows crease and you pout so adorably. heâll try to play it off, like he doesnât care, but it almost makes sukuna sick to his stomach to know that youâre angry with him.
the rain picks up outside of the restaurant and you continue. âall you had to do was show up on time. come to this stupid fancy restaurant and be there to meet my parents. but of course, you got yourself caught up inââ you grab his dress shirt in frustration, noticing the blood on the collar that doesnât belong to him. his split knuckles and the bruise on his lips. ââ in whatever this is.â you roll your eyes, blood boiling.
âitâs nothinâ for you to worry your pretty little head about,â sukuna scoffs, lips spreading wide in his signature smirk. the excuse is lame, but he doesnât want you to worry for him any longer. âsince when did you care about what your parents think, anyways?â but you see it in his eyes, that same old worry. that heâs not good enough for you, that a scumbag like him doesnât deserve a pretty girl like you. heâs always told you to find someone better, someone able to feed into the glitz and glamour that you were brought up in.
but youâve always told ryomen sukuna that you have everything you need right there with him.
cupping his face, the heat of anger dispels from your body and you exhale deeply though your nose. âi donât care about what my parents think. if i did, i wouldnât be dating you.â you cast a thumb over the thick lines of ink decorating his face, accenting sukunaâs high cheekbones and chiselled features while the rest of your fingers sink into his smooth, dark undercut. âbut that doesnât mean i donât want you to meet them. theyâre just as special to me as you are. i want the most important people in my life to know each other.â
your boyfriendâs hands settle on your wrists as he grunts noncommittally, indicating that heâs aware of his wrong doings. if thereâs one thing that sukuna hates, itâs upsetting you. he doesnât care what the world thinks of him, itâs never mattered before. yet, even the slightest look of disappointment from you has the man in shambles. ââm sorry,â he drawls, his grip on you shifting down to cup your waist â pulling you flush against him. âwhat can a guy like me do to make it up to you?â
âyou can go on in there and charm the hell out of my rich, uptight parents so that we can hurry up and go home,â your voice lowers an octave as you stand on your tip toes for the extra height so that you can nip at the shell of sukunaâs ear. âwhere you can rip this dress offâa me.â
âsuch a dirty mouth for suchâa prim ân proper girl, hm? i should wash it out with soap.â he purrs right back, leaning down to kiss at your neck until youâve had enough of his frayed pink hair tickling your skin. he damn near melts when your fingers inch up to tug at his roots â earning a deep and thrilling growl from the man. âthat was a dirty move. who taught you that?â
âmy good for nothing boyfriend, heâs kind of a bad influence.â you tease back, despite having to physically push sukuna away in order to avoid setting off his inner beast before dinner with your parents is done â and instead, take to grabbing his larger hand in yours so you can lead him from the front of house to your familyâs reserved table.
and like always, sukuna trails after you like a lost puppy enamoured with the person that found them, have them love and warmth. because, while you didnât change him, you made him want to be better â to give up the knives in his back and the bullets looking over his head for something better. something softer.
something like you.
ryomen sukuna wanted to become the someone he thought you deserved.
thatâs why he put on this stupid suit and tie, why he let you take his hand, why he follows you to the the table thatâs sure to seal his fate with you.
behind all that rough exterior, is a man who loves you.
and in front of sukuna, is a girl who loves him and all of his flaws right back.
ê° end. â all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.
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hi, bug! iâve been one of your many avid readers for a long time but itâs my first time submitting a request for your summer fic fest đ„č could i pretty please request for jealous!mean!eddie x ditzy/sunshine!reader where he sees her ex trying to win her back? ahhh thank you ily! â€ïž
thank you for requesting angel, ily :D here's a sorta part 2 to this fic! â eddie doesn't realize he's been taking you on dates until your ex shows up (jealous!grumpy!eddie, friends to lovers, brief allusions to smut | 1.3k)
bug's summer fic fest (â êâ áŽâ êâ )
When Eddie took you to Bennyâs Burgers that Saturday evening after your heart got broken, he fully intended for it to be the last. That was until the next Saturday came around, anyway, and he found himself hungry and thinking of you. So, sharing a milkshake at the diner became a two-time deal, begrudgingly so.
The third time was a total accident, and heâd like that on record. Eddie had come alone that day. You made a stupid joke about him stalking you when you just happened to be there, too. (Both of you were secretly hoping the other would show, of course, but neither of you would admit it out loud.)
After that, it just started to feel like tradition. Eddie didnât feel right going to the diner without you, so he never did. Instead, he buys you dinner once a week, sits with you in your designated booth by the window, and pretends all of it is something he has to do. Because itâs much easier than acknowledging that a lifetime of Saturday evenings with you still wouldnât be enough.
âCan I have some of your fries?â you wonder through a distressingly large mouthful of cheeseburger.
Eddie scowls. âYou said you didnât want any.â
âI didnât,â you shrug innocently then swallow down the too-big bite. âBut yours look really goodâŠâ
âToo bad,â he scoffs and chucks a fry into his mouth. âGet your own.â
You slouch against the pleather seat with your features screwed in a gentle pout. It takes Eddie a record-breaking three seconds to slide his basket of fries across the table to you.
He huffs all dramatically about âcause he wants you to know heâs annoyed. You rise again, beaming anyway, because you know most of itâs just for show.
Eddie watches with his brows pinched in confusion as you methodically pick a single fry from the batch. His frown deepens when you dip it into your milkshake.Â
âDonât taint the ice cream, weirdo,â he protests, exhaling sharply through his nose in place of a laugh.
You giggle through your mouthful at the screwed look on his face. âItâs good!â you insist. âHereâ Try one.â
Eddie grimaces when you pluck another fry from the basket and scoop it into the milkshake. He flinches when you threaten to hand the monstrosity over to him. âI think Iâm good, actually.â
âTry it.â
Your giddiness makes him smile despite himself. He concedes with a heaving sigh. âThis is the last time I take you anywhere, you know that?â he grouses, mostly muffled as you feed him the ice cream-covered fry.
You smile to yourself, wider than you realize, and swipe your palms together. Youâre pretty sure heâs said that to you every time heâs brought you here â yet, for some reason, he still shows up at your doorstep at seven oâclock every week.Â
âYeah, I know,â you hum with a fond sigh. âBut it tastes good, right?â
Eddieâs pretty face is swirled and largely emotionless. You canât tell if heâs disgusted or amused. âIt tastes like⊠a potato covered in chocolate ice cream,â he deadpans.
âWow. Youâre a genius, Eds,â you muse from across the table. You cross your arms along the top of it and fight back a smile. âCanât believe it took you two whole years to graduate.â
âDonât push itââ
Heâs interrupted, first, by the overwhelming smell of cologne (pine and lavender, achingly so) â and then by a deep and obviously forced laugh. âIt didnât take you long, did it?â a strangely familiar voice wonders aloud, deep and smooth like honey.
Your head whips at the same time as Eddieâs, both of you wearing similar looks of confusion. A tall boy with nice hair and expensive clothes (an obvious King Steve clone) stands at the head of the table. Your table.
Josh O. from fucking Mr. Mundyâs.
You force a breathy laugh of palpable confusion. âWhat?â
âNothing. I was just⊠wondering why you never called me back,â the boy shrugs and crosses his toned arms over his equally toned chest. His smile is lopsided and perfect; his teeth are slightly crooked and perfect, too. Itâs fucking annoying.
âBut I guess I have my answer now, right?â Josh O. from Mr. Mundyâs continues with another hearty chuckle. âTrying all the flavors of Hawkins, arenât we, sweetheart?â
Eddieâs chest burns, and not in a metaphorical way. The red-hot embers there set his ribcage aflame, turning himself into a wildfire of withheld rage. His nostrils flare with it as his dark eyes flit from the asshole towering over the booth, to your cowering form, and then back to the asshole again.Â
He seethes quietly and waits for you to stand up for yourself. The moment never comes.
âShe didnât call you back because youâre a fuckinâ douchebag,â Eddie blurts for the both of you, still chewing at the monstrosity heâs wildly unsure of â which he can barely taste now, through his blinding anger and all.
Josh O. from Mr. Mundyâs pretty smile ebbs only slightly. He squints his glittering eyes and long lashes, fluffy brows pinching softly in confusion. âIâm sorry. Who are you again?â he wonders with a cynical laugh.
Eddieâs answer is immediate and equally venomous. âThe asshole taking your girlfriend on a date, tough guy,â he mocks.
The boy scoffs. âSheâs not my girlfriend.â
âWere you sayinâ that the night you were tryinâ to cop a feel in your car?â
You shift uncomfortably in the booth. The cracked pleather sticks to your clammy skin. You feel the tension pressing on both sides of you until you can hardly breathe. âEddie, stopââ
ââYou know, itâs real impolite to touch people without permission,â Eddie continues despite your plea, features pinched in a faux-sympathetic pout. âDidnât your mommy ever tell you that?â
Josh O. from Mr. Mundyâs scoffs, both amused and distantly muddled. He laughs softly to himself and steps back from the table. âYouâre a fuckinâ freak, man,â the boy murmurs as he leaves.
âThatâs funny,â Eddie calls after him anyway. âYour mom says that, too.âÂ
âEddie.â
The boy relaxes in the booth once heâs gone. His rigid shoulders deflate slowly with a drawn-out sigh. He motions across the table with a pale, ringed hand. âCan I have my fries back, or are you gonna eat âem all.â
His effortless deflection is almost admirable.
âIâm gonna eat âem all,â you joke in an instant.
âFigured,â Eddie deadpans. He reaches for the basket in front of you and plucks a couple from the dwindling pile. He pinches them into his mouth, wipes his salty hands on his jeans, and pretends nothing ever happened.
You swallow hard and avert your gaze. You cradle the cold glass of your milkshake with one hand and stir at its melting contents with the other. âThanks for that⊠By the way.â
âDonât mention it,â Eddie shrugs. âLike, seriously. Donât. Itâs gonna make everything weird if you do.â
âOkay,â you nod firmly, then glance at the boy beneath your lashes. A mischievous smirk curls at the very corner of your mouth. âSo⊠This is a date now, huh?â
âShut up,â Eddie frowns and takes his fries back. âIt just slipped out.â
âSo what? Thatâd make this our⊠Fourth date? Fifth?â
âFourth,â he corrects.
Your smile widens. âMost guys usually get laid by then, donât they?â
Eddie scoffs through his mouthful. âDonât threaten me with a good time, sweetheart,â he quips in an audibly sarcastic monotone.
The rest of the quote-unquote date plays out like normal. You make mindless conversation while you finish your burgers, sharing a milkshake between you while you steal Eddieâs fries.Â
You donât tell him that you wouldnât mind if he felt you up in his van â that youâd happily let him, if he asked; and Eddie doesnât tell you that he goes to sleep dreaming about it most nights.Â
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BAEK HARIN x FEM!READER
Prompt: You let her bully you but you know deep down she doesnât mean it because sheâs just trying to uphold her reputation as the schoolâs IT girl
Warnings/Notes: secret relationship, smut, fingering, F Grade reader, red flag Harin, smoking, reader gets burnt with a cigarette
A/N: ITâS HAPPENING PEOPLE. Itâs time to showcase how down bad I am for this woman.
Your eyes were glued to your feet in fear as you were corned in the classroom by Dayeon and Wooyi, each holding a pair of kitchen scissors.
As always, everyone minded their own business, knowing that they shouldnât interfere with whatever an A Grader is doing. You started to shake, tears welling up in your eyes when Dayeon took the sharp end of her scissors and dragged it lightly from your jaw to your chin.
âYou know when I was younger, I loved styling my Barbie dollâs hair. My dad would always buy me a new one because Iâd cut each oneâs hair until they were bald and uglyâŠ.wanna be my new Barbie doll, Y/n?â Dayeon whispered.
Wooyi brushed her knuckles against your smooth face, admiring how clear and flawless it was. âItâs such a shame you got 0 votes. Youâre so pretty Y/n-ahâŠall of that beauty about to go to wasteâ
Harin gripped her book as she remained glued to her seat, trying to mind her own business like she always does, but hearing the two girlâs threats/back handed compliments was slowly boiling her blood.
Sheâd allow any A Rank to bully anyone but once it came to you, her rule would change.
Youâre her special girl.
Thatâs only for you to know at least.
Harin canât bear to imagine how her reputation would be if the truth was out. She truly loved you but she loved this pyramid game just as much.
And you couldnât argue with her about it. Whatever made your Harin happy, made you happy.
âI think we should give her short hair like Do-Ahâ Dayeon winked, making Wooyi laugh.
Your clenched fists stayed by your sides when the took a chunk of your hair and steadying the scissors against it.
âYah, thatâs enoughâ Suji spoke up with arms crossed, making Dayeon roll her eyes.
âDonât you have anything better to do other than meddling with us?â The green haired girl scoffed but Suji pushed the other two away before standing in front of you.
âHow am I supposed to do well in class when I canât even focus? Are you that dumb to not complete a simple test, Dayeon-ah? And Wooyi, if youâre gonna try to be the prettiest girl in this school, then find a better cardiganâ
Wooyi cursed under her breath and held the scissors like a knife, taking a step closer to Suji just before Harin slammed her book on her desk and stood up.
âKim Dayeon, Bang Wooyi. Enough.â
The two looked at Harin and gulped, seeing her approach them with her bitchy stare.
âShe needs to know her place, Harin. I think sheâll look good with blood all over her bodyâ Wooyi growled but Suji didnât falter, only sending the short haired girl a middle finger.
âIf you two donât listen to me right now, Iâll make sure you move down to D Grade in the next voting.â
Looking between all of them, you noticed Harin was now staring at you as her minions ran off to their designated seat but Suji remained in front of you.
âYou too, Sung Suji. Everythingâs handled, you can go back to your seatâ Harin ordered.
âAnd what, let you torment Y/n? I donât think soâ
âWhat makes you think Iâll do that?â
âI can see through you, Baek Harin. Iâll seriously kill you if I see burn marks on more people like you did with Jaeunâ
With a shaky hand, you tugged onto Sujiâs uniform. âS-Suji, itâs fineâ
Harinâs eyes darted down to your hand that was on her rival, not accepting the small skin ship. âDonât touch her, Jeon Y/n.â
Suji held your hand and interlocked your fingers. âDonât listen to her Y/n. I can help youâ
Fire flashed in Harinâs eyes and she instantly yanked you away from Suji, pulling you behind her. âDonât touch whatâs not yours, Sung Suji!â
âWho are you to claim her? Iâm not letting you hurt this girl anymore!â
You saw the taller girl point her finger in the shorterâs face. âTry to ruin the game all you want, Suji. But donât you dare touch Y/n or get her involved in itâ
Without hearing another word, Harin dragged you out the class and into an empty room, locking the door and sitting down on one of the chairs while pinching her nose bridge.
You stood awkwardly in front of her and played with your fingers. âH-Harin..â
âAre you trying to make me jealous on purpose?â
You looked up at her with wide eyes. âWhat? N-No! I was going to tell Suji to go away I swear!â
Harin sighed and shook her head. âI donât know, baby. It seemed like you wanted Sujiâs attention more than mine. Donât you love me anymore?â
âNo no I love you, Harin! So much!â
She bit on the tip of her thumb before tapping her lap. âCome. Sitâ
You quickly did as so and held onto her shoulders for support.
âYouâre such a bad girl, baby. Letting the other girls touch you like that. Tell me, did you enjoy having Wooyiâs fingers on you?â
Your lips were sealed but you shook your head.
âThatâs right. The only fingers youâll be getting are mine, okay?â
âY-Yes Harinâ
She tilted her head at you. âWeâre alone now, honeyâ
You gulped and flickered your gaze at her plump lips. âYes mommyâ
Harin held your hips and forced them to move back and forth against her lap. âDonât kiss me, Princess. Thatâs your punishment as of today, got it?â
âYes mommyâ you gasped when Harin moved you to sit on her thigh, letting you continue riding it.
âM-Mommy, feels so goodâ
âI know baby. Donât be loud, okay?â
You nodded and watched the girl remove her cardigan, taking out her usual cigarette and favourite golden lighter. Quickly lighting up a stick, she hid the lighter back into her cardigan and moved one hand underneath your skirt.
âMy good girl. Not wearing panties like I told you toâ she smiled, taking a big puff of her cigarette and blowing the smoke into your face.
You didnât like passive smoking but with Harin, you did not mind one bit.
Her ring finger and middle finger were flat against your soaked entrance, causing you to whine. âMommyâŠMommy please can I ride your fingers?â
âAlways having manners, baby. Thatâs what I love so much about youâŠâ she trailed off and leaned up to place light kisses under your jaw. ââŠgo on ride meâ
âThank you mommyâ you choked and felt full from her two slender fingers pushing into you.
Your grip on her shoulders tightened while you moved up and down, feeling her digits dig deeper inside your walls. You threw your head bag and murmured a bunch of incoherent words while Harin stared up at you with fascination, still going through her cigarette.
âGod, youâre so pretty Jeon Y/n. Iâm so glad youâre mine. My beautiful F Gradeâ she whispered, leaning her cigarette to your shoulder. âYou know what to do, my loveâ
You undid the 3 top buttons of your shirt and pulled down the left side, exposing your black bra strap and the left over burn marks from your previous private sessions with Harin.
She hummed at your obedience and struck the lit end of her stick against a new space on your skin. The mix of the pleasure of her fingers plus the stinging hot cigarette was enough to bring you to your orgasm, clutching Harin so hard that her uniform couldâve ripped.
âYesâŠcum for me, sweet girlâ
âFuck fuck fuck yes mommy thank youâ
Admiring your fresh burn, she flicked the cigarette away to hug your hips and pull you closer, letting her continue kissing all over your neck and collarbones, even kissing your old burn scars.
She was about to move to your other shoulder, pulling down the shirt to expose your skin but she was met with a big bruise.
âIs this from Kim Dayeon?â
You were still recovering from the intense orgasm but managed to nod your head. âY-Yeah..â
âDoes it hurt alot?â
âNot alot. Iâll put ice on it, donât worryâ
Harin slowly pulled her fingers out of you and sucked it clean, noticing your face going red. âDonât be shy, baby. Youâre so cuteâ
âT-Thank youâ
âI can punish Dayeon for you, my loveâ
âNo I donât want that, seriously itâs okayâ you chuckled and held her face, tracing her bottom lip with your thumb. âYou worry too muchâ
âYouâre my girl. Why wonât you let me help you move to A Grade?â
âJust âcauseâŠI wouldnât be able to keep my hands off youâ
Harin nodded in understanding and kept smiling at you. âIf you say so, my loveâ
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Picture Imperfect
Rhea Ripley x Ex-girlfriend reader (18+)
Warnings: Smut/mentions of heartbreak/shitty fiance
Summary: Your ex-girlfriend shows up at your engagement party. Will old habits die hard or the wish of a stable life prevail.
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Everything was perfect.
Or, at least, it was supposed to be.
The garden sparkled in the evening light, every flowerbed meticulously arranged, the white roses glowing like polished porcelain amidst the reds and pinks. The fountains sprayed high in delicate arcs, catching the light as they crisscrossed above the paths. Staff moved with quiet precision, setting out silverware, fluffing napkins, and positioning signs with swirling letters that promised, âTo Happily Ever After.â
You took a steadying breath, hands smoothing over the silk fabric of your dress. This is what you wanted, you reminded yourself. You were doing the right thing, the practical thing, the smart thing. He was the safe choice, the perfect match on paperâthe dependable, successful kind of man you could build a future with. The man who made sense.
You glanced up at the balcony, catching sight of your fiancĂ© as he gave you a practiced smile and a wink, a sign that everything was falling into place. That this picture of perfection, this life youâd worked so hard to create, was as flawless as it appeared. A life where you could feel⊠secure. Settled.
This is what I wanted, you told yourself again, a touch more firmly.
Then, arms slipped around your waist, spinning you around, his face beaming with pride. âDonât you look stunning, my love?â
You forced a light laugh. âOh, stop, Iâm not evenââ
âBut look at this,â he interrupted, stepping back to admire his suit, catching his reflection in the nearby glass with a grin. You pasted on a bright smile. âOh, wow, honey, you look⊠great!â
You moved to slip your arms around him, wanting to feel that warmth, that connection, something real to reassure you. âYou know, we do have an hour to ourselves before guests arriveâŠâ You lowered your voice, pressing a little closer. But he darted back quickly, smoothing his jacket with a practiced, panicked motion. âCareful, babeâyouâll wrinkle the suit!â
You let out a laugh that felt strained, the moment already slipping away. Stay calm. This is the right choice.
âOh, I just thoughtââ you started, but he cut you off again.
âHey, use the time to cover that little pimple, hmm?â he chuckled, tapping his cheek. âCanât have you looking bad in the family photos.â
The words stung, but you swallowed the hurt. This is good, you reminded yourself, holding back any sign of frustration. This is right. Heâs dependable. Reliable. The kind of man who would stay.Or be too afraid to leave.Â
You took another deep breath, stepping into the dress youâd chosen for the eveningâa soft yellow to complement his gray suit. You turned, catching your reflection, and forced another smile.
This is everything you wanted.
Or at least, everything youâd convinced yourself you needed.
But an hour into the party, and your fiancé was long gone, laughing with old friends and family members. You drifted from conversation to conversation, half-listening to his uncle drone on about property values in Morocco, until you finally spotted your friends, Indi and Candace, laughing at a table tucked in the corner.
âThereâs the woman of the hour!â Candace cheered as you reached them.
âIn a very⊠uninspired dress,â Indi teased, sticking her tongue out.
You gave her a playful glare, reaching over to swipe her glass of champagne, taking a hearty sip as she flicked you off with a grin.
âItâs the perfect complement to my fiancĂ©âs designer suit, thank you very much,â you replied dryly.
âRight. And your fiancĂ© is⊠where?â Candace said, glancing around the crowd, while Indi jokingly ducked to look under the table.
You sighed, the forced smile faltering. âLast I saw him, he left me with Aunt Jen to discuss our ideal number of childrenâŠâ
âAnd weâre supposed to be happy for you becauseâŠ?â Candace arched a brow.
âBecause⊠heâs stable? Because heâs⊠safe?â you offered, trying to sound sure of it.
Indi leaned forward, taking your hand in hers. âItâs just not like you. You used to be the life of the partyâthe one dragging us to dive bars at midnight, buying rounds of those awful Jell-O shots. Youâd be making out with Rhea in the corner before the night was even halfway over.â
A small, wistful smile tugged at your lips. The memories came rushing backâthe late nights, the messy laughs, Rheaâs intense gaze that always felt like it saw straight through to your soul. Even the little things, like dancing barefoot in her tiny apartment, felt like magic.
âWe canât live in the past forever, can we?â you said, clearing your throat, pushing the memories back where they belonged. The ache lingered anyway.
Indi hesitated. âBut with Rheaââ
âNo Rhea mentions tonight, please.â You shook your head, the words coming out more forcefully than you intended. âWe broke up for a reason. She was flying all over, living out her dream. And I was⊠I was just there.â
âBut you were happy,â Indi said quietly, her gaze unwavering.
You tried to muster up a convincing smile. âWith Matt, itâs different. All he wants is a clean house and someone by his side. I know heâs not just going to disappear. With Rhea⊠I never knew if sheâd stay.â
Candace sighed, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. âBut whenâs the last time you felt real joy? Whenâs the last time you let loose, or did something that actually excited you?â
You shrugged, forcing a breezy tone. âCanât you just be happy for me? For one night?â
The worried look Indi and Candace exchanged only deepened the hollow feeling in your chest. But with a tight smile, you excused yourself, making your way back into the crowd, the pressure of perfection building as you found your fiancĂ©âs cousins. They started telling stories about his college days, and you tried to listen, but the voices of your friends kept echoing in your head.
They were right. The old you wouldâve laughed at this garden party, with its perfect decor, its soft violin music, its endless parade of well-heeled guests. The old you would be in some dimly lit bar with Rhea, dancing to blaring rock music, the two of you yelling the lyrics into each otherâs faces, laughing until your sides hurt. You could almost feel her hands on your waist, pulling you close, her voice murmuring in your ear, âJust you and me, yeah?â
Those were the days when you barely made rent, working long shifts in a retail job you despised. But somehow, even with all the chaos and uncertainty, you were happy, because she was there. Youâd found a home in her arms, even if it was temporary.
You let out a shaky breath, memories tugging at your heart, the last conversation with her replaying in your mind. âI canât keep asking you to wait for me,â Rhea had said that night, her voice low, eyes sad. âI donât want to be the reason you feel stuck.â
It had felt like sheâd ripped something out of you, but youâd told yourself it was the right thing. You wanted stability, something secure. And here you were, right where youâd imagined you wanted to be.
Hours later, as the garden party went on, you finally found your fiancé, engrossed in a conversation about work and upcoming IPOs. You excused yourself, feeling the need for something stronger than champagne. You headed for the bar, ordering a whiskey sour.
Eyes closed, you took a steadying breath, willing yourself to feel the satisfaction youâd hoped this night would bring.
âTough day, huh?â
Your eyes flew open, and you turned toward the voice.
There, standing beside Indi, was a familiar figure, broad shoulders, muscular arms, dark hair slightly tousled, and that small, crooked smirk you knew so well.
âSurprise,â Indi said softly, giving you a half-smile, as Rheaâs gaze met yours, unflinching.
You stood frozen, your heart pounding in disbelief. This had to be some strange dream. Youâd seen Rhea on TV since the breakup, but nothing could have prepared you to see her right here, looking back at you with that familiar warmth in her eyes, like no time had passed at all.
Finally, you managed to choke out, âIndi, can I speak with youâŠin private?â
Indi gave Rhea a quick, apologetic look before following you a few steps away. The moment you were out of earshot, you hissed, âWhat the hell, dude!â giving Indi a quick slap on the arm, louder than you intended.
âDonât hate me!â Indi cringed, raising her hands defensively. âWe were out at a bar last week, and I just casually mentioned you were engaged. She practically begged me for the details! And⊠I may have let it slip about the party,â she mumbled, glancing sheepishly away.
You opened your mouth, ready to let her have it, but stopped short as something sank in. She begged you for details?
Indiâs smile softened, her expression turning a bit sad. âShe looked like she was going to burst into tears, if Iâm being honest.â
You glanced over your shoulder. There she was, talking with Candace, that easy smile lighting up her face as if she were exactly where she belonged. She was somehow even more striking than you remembered, her frame solid and powerful, the black dress clinging in all the right places. You couldnât help but remember countless nights when that same dress ended up on your bedroom floor.
Clearing your throat, you whipped back to face Indi, feeling a familiar ache youâd tried so hard to ignore. âAnd how, exactly, am I supposed to explain to my fiancĂ© that my ex-girlfriend is here?â
Indi smirked, tilting her head toward the far side of the garden, where your fiancĂ© stood, laughing with his friends. âOh, please. Do you really think heâd even notice if you disappeared for a little while? He looks pretty wrapped up in⊠himself.â
You chewed your lip, fighting the pull of emotions rising in your chest. From across the garden, Candace caught your eye and gave a subtle, encouraging nod toward Rhea, silently coaxing you to go.
âFine. Twenty minutes,â you muttered, the words escaping before you could fully think them through. âIâll talk to Rhea for twenty minutes in the study. If anyone asks where I am, you come and get me.â
Indiâs eyes twinkled with a knowing smile as you took a deep breath, steadying yourself before turning back to Rhea. Candace opened her mouth to say something, but you cut her off.
âTwenty minutes. You, me, library. Start walking,â you ordered, keeping your tone steady as you brushed past Rhea toward the house.
âYes, maâam.â Rheaâs reply was light but carried that touch of mischief, and as she shot a concerned look at Indi and Candace, she fell in step behind you.
You moved quickly through the hallways, keeping your steps silent, glancing back now and then to be sure no one was following. When you finally reached the study, you shut the doors behind you, feeling a surge of emotions youâd kept buried for so long.
The words came out before you could stop them. âDo you think my life is some kind of game? Something you can just drop in on whenever you feel like it?â
Rheaâs eyes widened slightly, but she gave a small chuckle. âIâd never play games with your life, but it seems like maybe you are. You used to love making your Sims suffer for fun, but now youâre doing it to yourself.â She cocked her head toward the door. âSeriously, itâs bad enough youâre getting married, but to that guy? Iâm not sure his ego could even fit through that doorway.â
You took a breath, caught between the biting truth in her words and the stability youâd worked so hard to build.
Yeah? And what would you even know about my life now?â you scoffed, arms crossing as you kept your gaze on her. âYou left it, remember? And look at you nowâyou seem pretty happy with things. I even saw your face on a toy in Walmart the other day. Real superstar over here."
Rhea sighed, crossing her arms but keeping her eyes on you, a hint of guilt flickering there. âIâm not here to shit on you. Itâs just⊠none of this feels like you,â she said, her voice softer.
âYeah, well, maybe you donât know me as well as you think,â you shot back, but Rhea held up a hand, cutting you off gently.
âI know Iâm the one who called things off,â she started, voice catching slightly. âAnd I know itâs been nearly two years, but⊠I canât just stand by and watch someone I love ruin their future like this.â She took a small step closer, as if afraid youâd move away.
ââLoved,ââ you corrected her sharply, deflecting. But she stepped even closer, her hand reaching out to catch yours, her grip firm and familiar.
âLove,â she whispered, voice low, her eyes locked onto yours. The intensity in her gaze made your heart stutter, the sincerity of it so raw, just like the day sheâd left you. She held your gaze, and you felt the walls youâd built start to crack.
For a moment, everything felt like it had back thenâthe nights youâd spent together, laughing, arguing, knowing each other so deeply it hurt. But you forced yourself to pull back, snapping back to the present as you broke free of her hold.
âNo⊠no,â you muttered, stepping around her. âIâm not doing this with you again, Rhea. I canât. You were my everything, and you walked away.â You felt your voice rising, your frustration and heartbreak bubbling over. âYou were my world, Rhea. I would have done anything for youâGod, I wouldâve moved heaven and earth if youâd asked, no questions asked. But it wasnât enough, was it?â
Her face softened, her posture almost crumbling as she took in your words, letting them land. âI thought⊠I thought I was doing what was best for you,â she whispered. âLetting you go, leaving, it wasnât because you werenât enough. It was because I loved you enough to think⊠you deserved more.â
You felt a bitter laugh slip out, even as tears began to blur your vision. âSo whatâs the plan here, then? You want me to call off my engagement, break off my stable, safe future⊠for you? Just because you finally figured out what you lost?â
âPlease, just⊠listen.â Rheaâs voice was soft, pleading. âI know I messed up. I know I made the choice for both of us, and Iâll regret it for the rest of my life. But I canât stand the thought of you spending yours unhappy, pretending itâs enough.â
You shook your head, trying to focus, to keep your heart locked up tight. âMaybe I donât deserve more. Maybe predictable, maybe⊠comfortable⊠maybe thatâs enough for me.â But even as you said it, you knew she could hear the crack in your voice.
She stepped forward, hands shaking slightly as they cupped your face. âLook at me. Are you really happy?â
Her question made your heart ache. You wanted to scream, to push her away, but as her thumb brushed against your cheek, something broke inside you. Your voice was barely a whisper. âI donât know anymore.â
In that moment, the gap between you felt unbearable. And before you could second-guess yourself, you reached out, grabbing her face and pulling her down into a kiss, fierce and hungry, every ounce of anger and heartbreak pouring out. Rhea tensed, stunned, but then her hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you in, her kiss deepening as if sheâd been starved for this as long as you had.
It felt like time had rewound, like everything youâd both lost was suddenly within reach. Her lips tasted of salt and need, her arms strong and steady as they lifted you effortlessly, guiding you back to the desk. She set you down carefully, her forehead pressed to yours as her fingers trailed up your chin, finally tracing the outline of your lips.
âLet me make it up to you,â she murmured, voice rough with emotion, her eyes fixed on you with a seriousness that took your breath away.
Your heart pounded as you traced your fingers along her jaw, memorizing the feeling. âI shouldnât⊠this is crazyâŠâ
But she silenced you with another kiss, gentler this time, her fingers tangling in your hair, every touch filled with unspoken promises, like an answer to the questions youâd buried. And suddenly, you couldnât hold back.
You parted your lips slowly, allowing her fingers to slip inside, and without thinking, your tongue moved over them, instinctively savoring the warmth of her touch. You held her gaze the entire time, knowing exactly what it did to herâthat flicker of excitement and the way her lip caught between her teeth, barely containing a smile as she watched you.
A slow, unspoken tension passed between you, thickening the air, her fingers lingering just a moment longer than they needed to. The intensity in her eyes was impossible to ignore, dark with longing, as though the world beyond this moment had ceased to matter entirely.
âYouâre always such a good girl for me huh.â Rhea smirked removing her fingers.Â
âAnd Iâm so sorry I left you aching for so long.â Rhea said starting to move the silk up your thigh with her other hand making you gasp.Â
âIll make sure to..thoughouly appologize.â Rhea said slipping the wet fingers under your panties.Â
You cursed under your breath leaning back and arching your back a little pushing out your breast.Â
âI should have known you would be wet for me. No matter how much time has passed. No matter who your with. This will always be myâŠfuckingâŠcunt.â Rhea said pressing harder into your clit making you moan.Â
She continued slowly rubbing up and down your slit making small circles on your clit she knew drove you crazy.Â
âYou fucking asshole..please-oh my god.â you groaned as she pushed them into your entrance. Your pussy molding to her fingers like it was a habbit as you groaned and squirmed under her grasp.Â
âCmon sweetheart let out those pretty moans for me I can tell your close. Cum on my fingers just like you used to.â Rhea encouraged picking up the pace and pushing you over the edge.Â
You barely had a moment to catch your breath before Rheaâs hand found the slit in her dress, sweeping it aside with practiced ease. In one fluid movement, she dropped to her knees before you, lifting your leg over her shoulder with a confidence that made your pulse race. Her eyes flicked up to yours, a silent promise passing between you, deep and familiar.
âRhe wait itâs to sensitive I- fuck!â you yelped as her tounge danced across your clit.Â
âCmon baby I know you can give me one more. I could hear you moan all day.â Rhea groaned pressing her lips against your clit and taking it in her mouth.Â
The instant her mouth met you, a shockwave rippled through your body, forcing you to arch back as a raw, unfiltered moan escaped your lips. Your hand flew to her hair, tangling in the soft, dark strands, and you felt the cold press of your engagement ring catch, glinting there as if it were a witness to the undeniable pull between you. The weight of that ringâthe promise it held to someone elseâshould have felt wrong, but as her grip tightened on your thigh and she took you deeper, it only made this feel more inevitable, more electric, like a secret youâd longed to surrender to.
Shame should have washed over you, but all you felt was a raw, unapologetic hunger. Youâd never thought youâd find yourself on this side of betrayal, but here you were, and the way Rhea moved, the way she knew every unspoken part of you, eclipsed anything youâd felt in years. This wasnât something you could walk away fromâno, not now.
The sloppy erotic sounds between your legs filled the room, blending with your own ragged breaths. When her eyes met yours, a flicker of something deep, an understanding you hadnât felt with anyone else, you could feel yourself spiraling toward that edge again. Words tumbled out, almost involuntarily, as your walls dropped, and all the feelings youâd tried to bury started to surface, raw and undeniable.
âPlease Rhea, take me away from here. Make me feel like this every night again. Iâll be your good girl just like I used to-mhp! Just please.â You panted closer to the edge.Â
âI promise you my love. Its you and me against the world.â Rhea smiled into your cunt as she started swirling her tounge in an unholy manner making you cover your own mouth before a scream escaped as you came harder than you could have ever imagined in her mouth.Â
Rhea lapped up every drop as excruciatingly slow as possible saving every drop.Â
You leaned back against the desk, heart still racing, trying to catch your breath. The sunset filtered through the window, casting a warm glow that caught on the diamond of your engagement ringâone you suddenly felt ready to leave behind.
âDid you⊠really mean it?â you panted softly, looking down at Rhea.
She stayed kneeling in front of you, her eyes softening, serious in a way that left no room for doubt. âIâm already on one knee, arenât I?â she whispered.
You half-expected her to flash that familiar smirk, but when you looked down, her expression was unguarded, vulnerable. She was really waiting for you.
âSo, you think you can just waltz into my engagement party, plead for me to take you back, have your way with me in my fiancĂ©âs study, andââ your words faltered, breath hitching as the weight of it all sunk in. âAnd act like Iâm supposed to forget that you broke my heart?â
A flicker of worry crossed her face as you tilted her chin up to meet your eyes, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
âTook you long enough, Ripley,â you said, the smile breaking free.
Rheaâs face lit up with a joy that felt almost childlike. In one swift move, she scooped you up, spinning you around as laughter spilled out of you both, the weight of years melting away.
When she finally set you down, she looked at you with a promise in her eyes. âIâm going to keep that smile on your face every day,â she murmured, pressing her lips to yours in a kiss that felt like forever, yet left you wanting more.
A knock on the door jolted you both back to reality.
âHey, groomâs on the hunt!â Indi called from outside. âSomething about a speech he wants to make for you.â
You felt panic bubble up, but Rhea squeezed your hand, a playful glint in her eye. âIâll see you in ten minutes,â she said, already plotting. âI think I have some sprinklers to⊠accidentally set off.â
 She gave your hand one last kiss before slipping toward the door, her voice dropping to a playful whisper. âOh, and sweetheart⊠might want to leave that ring on the desk. Donât want any misunderstandings about whose fiancĂ©e you are.â
You grinned, unable to help yourself as you slipped off the ring, feeling the lightness that came with it. Following her out the door, you found Indi waiting, arms crossed, eyebrows raised.
âSo, what kind of trouble are we about to get into?â she asked, smirking.
You couldnât help the grin spreading across your face, feeling lighter than you had in years.Â
âMight want to ditch those heels, Indi,â you said, voice bubbling with excitement. âIâve got a future to catch.â
Hellooooo lovelies I hope you are well! I had this idea the other day between writing vampire part 2 so I had to provide it since rhea is on hiatus anyway. I DO NOT CONDONE CHEATING THIS IS A FANTASY.
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We Interrupt This Blog To Show You Something Awesome
Omori has a Lego Ideas set! This awesomeness is brought to you by designer FoodIsScarce.
Under the cut, I'll be showing more images, explaining my thoughts, and give clarifications on how Lego Ideas works for this set. But if you want to skip that, link is here.
Lego Ideas Neighbor's Room and White Space Set Breakdown
To start off, this set has a whopping three components, all of which stand alone.
First, we have Neighbor's room!
The colors are honestly so nice in this mock-up. Lego has a fairly limited palette, but being bright and poppy works really well here.
Compared to the in-game room, it's pretty compact, but that makes sense so it doesn't dominate your shelves. Everything important is there, to outstanding detail. The leaves may ride up higher above the doorframe, but it doesn't break the immersion for me. It all feels like a piece of really nice fanart or even concept art.
The yellow cat is the centerpiece and I am very impressed with it. It isn't as stretched out as the original, though that's affected by the build size, but the shape of the paws, ears and head are spot-on and the face sticker really sells it.
Also, building the set sideways so it's smooth? Genius in my books. Sure, the minifigs won't stick, but all the smooth edges in this make the set stand out from Lego's lineup without seeming like a jarring oddity. Kind of like Omori's world compared to a bunch of other RPGs, really, so it's fitting.
I guess if I have a nitpick it'd be that the leaves are entirely different in vibe due to being all fluffy and rounded instead of the big sharp shapes in the original, but I don't think that's even really a bad thing. Just part of the Lego-ifying process. Also I groan at how I know I will place the cat's eyes wrong. Stickers are the bane of my existence. For Yellow Cat though, I would in theory persist.
Next, we have Mari's picnic blanket!
Gotta be honest, this caught me off guard, even as someone who was keeping track of this project for a while, but this is AWESOME. Colors are nailed, the existing basket and fruit pieces translate so well, and I just want to place all my fave figs on it immediately. I do hope that Mari's square could be subbed out with something with studs to keep her in place, as nothing else seems to be (maybe the basket has a 1 by 2 piece keeping it locked?).
I think it's an excellent choice even if it doesn't appear in either main room because you can plonk it by any other set or the huge pile of loose bricks you haven't gotten around to sorting yet and boom. You've just made a new corner of Headspace!
Last but certainly not least, White Space!
The computer and tissue box I think were really well done. Smooth place also tickles my fancy. I'm not as sold by the suspended light bulb; some white walls that maybe has a claw on the side would have helped sell the room more to me, I think. But it's solid.
And then you get to my favorite part in the room:
Original creator, you have my vote.
What about the minifigs?
This set still has you covered!
In this current iteration it includes six minifigs for your main characters as well as the cat and snake seen in earlier pictures. Everyone except Hero and Mari seem to be those shorter models, which always used to annoy me as a kid cause I couldn't bend the legs, but gets a pass here because remembering that height difference is nice.
The hair is a hot point of contest with the comments and Reddit posts. I'll explain more below, but Lego Ideas has rules about custom molds for new figures, so these were the closest the creator could get. And hey, I think Hero is spot on!
All the outfits and faces are custom prints, which are far easier than custom molds, and I think were done really well! Basil's top might be a bit bright, but otherwise the colors are perfect, and so is all the printing.
I also saw that Mari, Basil and Aubrey all had one extra face, which is rad. Not sure yet if Hero and Kel do too or if it's just the girls (I should assume Omori is just slate-faced as ever).
Just one more note: I love how spoiler-free this set is. You know everything in the first few moments of play. Our community is really bad with spoilers, I admit, so this is perfect for a shelf.
Here's some pics of them in action:
How does Lego Ideas even work? Is my vote worth it?
Short answer: Heck yeah!
Long answer:
Lego Ideas is a really popular program with a lot of new builds all the time, and people put a lot of work into both the models and promoting them just for the off-chance of it becoming a product.
I compiled some questions you might have based on this set specifically, but there's plenty of info yourself if you want to learn more.
How does a set get selected?
Lego Ideas has three intake periods a year for products that get over 10k signatures between the last period and that date. Each intake only has a select few that actually get to that mark; the record number in 2021 according to Wikipedia is 57 in one 2021 intake. It sounds like a lot, but in the site's 10-year run it's had over 135,000 ideas shared, not including a bunch that would have been struck down prior to going live due to breaking rules.
Each set gets 60 days to meet that goal on first launch, then an additional 365 once 100 people have signed on. Getting 1,000 supporters gives you an extra 6 months on top of that, and 5,000 (the halfway mark) another 6 months.
Meeting that 10k mark is non-negotiable for that specific set to receive the expert review through Ideas, though successful ideas that are lower may spark inspiration from their own teams.
Do I need to pledge money?
No! Lego Ideas is not a Kickstarter or crowdfund campaign. Those ask for money as they need a way to produce and distribute the product. Lego handles this on the creator's behalf.
All you need is to make a free Lego account and click the support button. You don't even have to enable email notifications on signup.
Where will I find the set then if it's made?
Anywhere else you find Lego! Even toyshops I go to have a small shelf for Ideas sets. If none of your local retailers have it, it'd be on online storefronts worldwide.
But Omori is a licensed product!
So are most of Lego Ideas' concepts that make it to becoming a set! Out of the 65 sets announced and confirmed for production (or who have already had their run!) just 29 are not tied to an IP.
So Omocat will be involved?
Yes. If the idea gets far enough, Lego would reach out to Omocat and any other copyright holders of Omori to discuss how to proceed. They will also get a say in any tweaks, and likely make a licensing fee off of Lego.
However, due to the Ideas streamline, the set likely won't be sold on Omocat's storefront (and if they are, it'd be because Omocat got a few sets to sell from them; they'll never be exclusive to Omocat's store).
Will the creator get paid?
If it makes it, yes! Lego Ideas people get a 1% cut. It's not much, but for all the work it gets to 10k I think it's earned.
But Omori isn't for kids!
Guess what: Neither are most Ideas! They're packed in black boxes and kept near the architecture and more advanced Technic sets targeted towards adults. Each set also has an age recommendation based both on set difficulty and the IP.
Is Omori even appropriate for Lego as a brand?
Omori is on the list of approved IP for Lego Ideas. This may be reviewed, but I think it will remain appropriate both because the set does not portray any of the concerning content in the game and because of the nature.
Lego says they won't make sets for franchises built around graphic violence, alcohol, or sex. Omori lacks all that. I doubt it would be yanked down based on that.
I don't care about Omori. Why should I support this?
First, why did you make it down here?
And second, look. I get it even as a fan. But if we can get an Omori set even to the review stage, that opens up the door for people to try with all other kinds of indie franchises. Undertale, Oneshot, Stardew Valley, Hollow Knight, whatever you think of!
Lego Ideas is a portal to Lego working with IP that isn't just owned by a mega corporation, and I think that is awesome.
I signed! What else can I do?
Spread the word! Reblog this post, tell your friends about it, repost (with links and credit) to other social media. Every little bit helps on the road to 10k, to catch Lego's attention, or even just to inspire someone else with a set idea they worry is too niche to share.
Cause this isn't just about Omori. It's about supporting the creativity of a dedicated fan who spent a long time working on something clearly inspired by a game held closely. And I am always going to support that.
Thank you for reading this far! If you're a regular, sorry for the break, lol. I will get back to regular posts soon. I just had an exam so am still a bit drained.
LINK IS HERE FOR A SECOND TIME: https://ideas.lego.com/projects/a73aaefc-9bc2-44f8-b106-63d66817fd1a/official_comments#content_nav_tabs
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I wanted to talk about Toothless and how his design and personality changed for the worst throughout the 3 animated movies (I won't be tackling any of the shows because I haven't watched them)
In the first movie he's at his best. His design is actually amazing, from the overall model structure to the patterns on his skin (which are visible in every shot, especially the ones taking place during the day, without ruining the 'illusion' of his black skin. It actually feels like it's resembling a panther aka black leopard in which the fur patterns are still visible). His face has a more aerodynamic shape, more sharp, a big curve.
His snarky but intelligent personality was really fitting for him. And we got to see more of it as the movie was progressing and he was getting more comfortable with humans.
In the second movie the patterns on his skin are still mostly there, way less prominent but still visible. His face got squashed down (a problem which only because stronger in the 3rd movie) but as a whole he still looks presentable, kinda. His posture changed too (but I'm too lazy to find evidence, you'll have to take my word for it).
I remember not having a problem with his personality in the second movie which is why I was surprised to see that this was only half true. He acts more domesticated, that's to be expected, but only around humans? When he interacts with other dragons it's like he's a completely different character, closer to what he became in httyd 3 than 1. He's still quite intelligent and more used to human equipment and people in general. In the first part of the film (especially this scene with Hiccup) he acts like how I'd imagine he should be in the 3rd movie, here it should have been a 'middle' ground, not 100% domesticated but not movie 1 feral either.
In the third movie he suffered the worst. Gone are the patterns on his skin, he's solid black now. His face got weirder too.
His personality got reduced to this stupid, slobbering 'dog'. His pupils are always dilated and his tongue almost constantly out. He acts unintelligent and he doesn't have that snarky personality he had in the first and even the second movie. He's basically a different character altogether. (That scene where he tries to 'woo' the light fury is embarrassing at best and shows exactly what's wrong with his character now).
They did it to make him more 'likable' to younger audiences + to make a good visual contrast to the light fury (who has an undercooked personality AND awful design as well), which is weird because they gave the light fury patterns on her wings?
The light fury looks like a beluga whale in the worst way possible. She has almost nothing going on visually to the point it doesn't even make sense. Her skin looks fragile, she's so weirdly smooth for no reason. It would legit be better if they took a night fury model and painted it white.
They gave her a 'cat' personality and took it away from Toothless (why couldn't both be 'cats'?). Also she's the 'girl' character, her only purpose is to be the romantic interest. She adds nothing to the film.
No comment in the live action design. Just ugly. Atrocious even.
Also something else that's been bothering me from the live action remake is this scene.
They've basically recreated every scene exactly as it was in the original so far (which is a bad thing) but the slight hesitation Toothless showed before touching Hiccups hand was the one thing they chose not to include? (I know the scene wasn't meant to have that in the beginning and it was an error in animation which they decided to keep because it gave the scene more personality so, why not include it in the live action?)
#I have so many opinions about these movies but they're mostly negative. the 1st one feels so detached from the others and it's a masterpiece#yes the patterns on his skin matter very much both to a 22 year old me as much as tgey dud in 8 year old me#I rewatched all 3 movies for this post and holy molly they're worse than I remember. except 1. ine is perfect#I rewatch it every year. the other two not so much. the 3rd I've actually only watched once#I dont like the whole 'my mother is alive and a super dragon master + everyone is kind of a dragon master actually. also toothless is alpha#takes away from the 1st idk#httyd#how to train your dragon#toothless#toothless httyd#not art#long post#httyd criticism
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Diasomnia Boy gift s/o an evening gown to attend the NRC & RSA ball tgt Headcanon
Following from my dress sketch design if you havenât seen it here . They are base from Glorious Masquerade & Playful land events. Basically a sequence I imagine while drawing the dresses XD I also want to mention that when itâs finish đ„ș you can draw it on your oc and even tweak a bit detail to fit your Yuu or OC. Itâs meant to be share with everyone, not just my Yuu.
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Imagine a ball between NRC and RSA happening maybe sometime after chapter 7. All students are invited but you are troubling since you have no dress to wear. And for the love of the great seven. Your beloved head master, Crowley just allowed you to join in your NRC uniformâŠâŠâŠ.. great! So much for your kindness!!
Guess who will be the photographer and a background character on this eventâŠ..hahahaâŠâŠâŠ
Well maybe you whine too much in front of the wishing well. Someone comes up with a plan. A plan that would make you believe in a fairytale once again!
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You had to be blind to not suspect anythingâŠâŠ
Lately Mal is a bit touchy. Not that he isnât normally but this is different. Sometimes he holds your wrist while mumbles something while going on a night stroll. Sometimes he stares at you and gets lost in his thoughts. He even stands just in front of you and tries to lift you up once.
You are so confused and a bit embarrassed when he asks about your height so you call for support. The Diasomniaâs family counselor aka. Lilia Vanrouge. You went all the way to Diasomnia dorm without telling anyone and sneak in to see Lilia.
But
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âŠ..
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Is heâŠâŠâŠâŠ.
Is he dancing with a dress just now??
Surprisingly you just witness your dragon boyfriend practicing a dance with a beautiful dress. He hummed âthat songâ while spinning with the dress. What a beautiful princess gown with dark green silk. It looks so shiny and smooth, something that would delicately touch her skin while being held in that big palm. Imagine how soft that hand craft lace feels when on your chest. He did not spare any piece of jewellery from his procession. He keep bring in dazzling earrings and necklaces to test it with the gown. He would have use the heart of his collection to craft a piece of accessories for you if he doesnât want to save it for something later in the year. You can see a magical golden thread and needle weaving delicate patterns on the skirt as he continues the dance. Every angleâŠâŠEvery turnâŠâŠâŠ..Malleus is creating a masterpiece. He did itâŠâŠâŠ..for youâŠâŠ.for his princess.
Your face is burning from the love of this dragon fae. Why does he have to put so much effort into it.
Oh noâŠâŠâŠnow you a mess
You open the Pandora box too early and now you have to live with it while pretending not to know a thing until the day. You bit your lip as Mal smoothly tug a strain of hair behind your ears. You can now understand what he mumbles aboutâŠâŠrose gold? Sunshine gold? May be one of his grandmaâs jewellery set?? (Oh god noâŠâŠ.thatâs tooo far for the first gown Mal lol)
Your heart beat so fast until the evening of the event. Malleus play cool by teasing you and being a nice partner who prepare a gift for you.
Boom! You are now in a matching dress. So those Raven feathers on the hip are supposed to match his shoulder then ahâŠâŠâŠ..you are about to take off the veil since it looks like a bride. Before Malleus could turn grumpyâŠ..Sebek yell and lecturing you about how talented Wakasama are! You human dare to question his sense of fashion? Outrageous! Just because he love you doesnât mean you can ruin his days of afford to perfect this dress
WoopsâŠâŠâŠtongue slip
Well itâs not like you never know anyway. Just pretend to be surprise so Sebek wonât get a lightning strike okay?
Bonus : she doesnât want to point out that when she accidentally saw Malleus weaving that dressâŠâŠ. his tail wagging. Itâs a secret she gonna take to her grave though
Bonus 2 : Lilia does notice that and brag about how adorable Malleus is. How Malleus has grown to fit in the society in front of the other dorm leaderâŠâŠâŠ..Oopsie
Bonus 3 : Malleus learn the hard way not to miss the meeting
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Have you heard of the story of the fairy godmother in Cinderella? Well he wonât just roll out and sing bib bi di bub bi di bo and bang! A nice new dress for you. The old man planned while cuddling you in bedâŠâŠin sofaâŠ..in the gaming chair(?)
He pretends to be busy with something and hasn't listened to you. Even play dumb and say you look cute in the school uniform. Well itâs not totally a lie since he thinks itâs adorable. Why would he poke on your cheek and nibble your neck while you are in your uniform if itâs not because you are so cute to him.
The truth is, this old bat is as excited as you. He lived through the war time and never got a chance to enjoy a leisure party before. Well itâs just a joint event of 2 schools. It can't compare with how grand the royal ball of the Briar valley held a ball but this is the first time he is going to have his lover join him. He doesnât have to be alert from enemies. Doesnât have to command his subordinates to search all the parties involved in this event. Just lay back enjoy the day with you.
He had been trying to recreate that dress in his memories just for you. It was aroundâŠâŠ..hundred? Two hundred?? Year ago??? He walked past this girl on the street and was stunned by her attire. Itâs an elegant dress with black velvet and green emerald. Soft flare neckline covered the black corset. Enough skin to show your radiant but not too much.
Well, He was allowed to give you some hickeys before the day of the ball. It got enough fabric to cover all his naughtiness. Wink*
However he was troubled with the skirt since he only remembered just part of it flowing past him. He argued if itâs short or long skirt. He was going back and forth and even tried to summon multiple dresses to compare themâŠâŠ.Then before the final day. He just uses his sense of style to bring it together. Of cause ! Who do you think he is, if not the cutest boy in NRC ? (Self proclaimedâŠâŠ)
He smiles so proudly with your flushed cheek as he teases you. As you put on a golden belt with a bat and thorn on. This is the perfect dress for you. His baby bat. He should had prepare a ring for this big day but wellâŠâŠ.there are plenty time for that
Bonus : He pick a perfume for you today and as you dance with him on the floor. Itâs totally Liliaâs scent///
This is very longâŠâŠâŠ..more than I expected
Iâll continue Silver & Sebek in part 2 then đ sorry Iâm so into it with my oshi! Iâll try pack in other dorm in one post! Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoy!!
#twisted wonderland#twst headcanons#twst yuu#lilia vanrouge#malleus draconia#lilia vanrouge x reader#malleus draconia x reader#bad english#Iâm writing before Iâm about to go to bed so âŠâŠ.idk whatâs happening here haha#I never ever write headconns in eng before this is my first time please spare me
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The Hellfire Exotic Club Part 6
Hey guys! I'm going to try something a little different with this one to see if it will help get more people looking it at. And that's only have the 18+ label on chapters that actually show nudity and stripping and not on the chapters that don't. See if that's why this one hasn't been getting the same love as the others.
In this chapter we have the ultimate bitch off, Eddie calling in the cavalry, and Chrissy gets targeted.
Part 1Â Part 2Â Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
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Leviathan and Dagon gave Steve a wide berth after that. Which honestly was for the best. Most of the dancers he got along with or at least tolerated enough to get the job done. He wasnât there to make friends. He didnât want enemies per se, but he sure as hell wasnât going to go home and dry in his pillow over a couple of backup dancers with delusions of grandeur.
If anything he was pissed at their blatant lack of respect for Eddie. Like, hate on him, he didnât care, but he thought everyone liked Eddie.
He walked into the dressing room to get ready for his pas de trois with Eddie and Chrissy when he found Chrissy crying.
âHey what happened?â he asked, running over to her. She held up her white leotard she had been using for the dance until Ellie got their color change ones made. It was slashed.
âTry it on and see if itâs still wearable,â Steve muttered, âIâm going to see if something happened to mine, too.â
She nodded, wiping at her face even though the tears were still flowing. He pulled out his white leotard and sighed in relief. His was fine. But whether by design or by fluke that they got Chrissyâs costume, he knew this was a warning for him.
He quickly got dressed and then turned around to see Chrissy barely holding the pieces together.
âLet me see,â he asked tenderly. She sniffled and let her hands drop. The damage wasnât too bad, just three lines across the middle. Like an animal had sliced her. He ran his tongue slowly over his lips as an idea formed in his head.
Steve grabbed Chrissyâs hand and dragged her over to the long mirror. âIt looks badass, Chris. And Iâve got a way to make it even more so.â
Chrissy eyed him warily in the mirror. âI donât know, Steve. Maybe I shouldnât go out there.â
Steve gave her the biggest hug from behind. âI wonât make you do anything you donât want to do, sweetie. But will you listen to my idea?â
Chrissy nodded and Steve told her all about it. She tapped her finger on her lips thoughtfully. âLilith is the mother of monsters...â
âHell yeah, she is,â Steve grinned at her through the mirror. âItâll be super sexy, too.â
She turned around and smiled back at him. âAll right, letâs do this.â
Steve jumped up and down gleefully. âYou wonât regret this, I promise.â
So they started the dance with Chrissy wearing a length of green fabric over her leotard like a toga. Then when she fell to become Lilith Eddie ripped away the cloth revealing the scratch-like cuts across her chest, showing hints of her breasts and belly. She landed on her hands and growled at the audience. And the money flew like leaves in autumn.
She did the splits and rose to her feet, as smooth as silk. She continued the dance like that growling and making herself as loud and as monstrous as possible. Look, even Steve couldnât deny it was sexy as fuck and the crowd agreed with him.
Once everything had been cleaned up and everyone given their cut of the nightâs take, Eddie sat down with Chrissy and Steve.
âDo you think this is a one time frustration at not getting the role of Envy,â Eddie asked, âor the start of a vicious series of attacks that are only going to ramp up?â
âWhat I want to know,â Chrissy said, âwas if itâs about Steve, why go after me? Wouldnât they be going after Steve if they were jealous of him and not me?â
Steve shook his head. âI donât think so. I think theyâre being clever. If they attack my dance partner or do things that make me look bad, but not directed at me then they have plausible deniability. âOh it couldnât have been meâ,â he mimicked, mock clutching at invisible pearls, ââI only hate Steve I love Chrissy, I would never do anything to her.ââ
Chrissy laughed. âYeah, okay. I get it. So whoever did was being sneaky. But we still donât know if theyâre going to continue or make it a thing.â
âWeâll keep the clothes from Elle in my closet,â Eddie said, nodding. âThat way they donât get ruined.â He stood up and walked over the door to said closet. âSpeaking of which,â he continued talking, over his shoulder, âElle dropped off Steveâs Envy costume so that it fits. It will probably be a couple more weeks until the final costumes are done.â
He tossed it at Steve, who caught it deftly. âTry it on. Make sure it fits. It should, Elle is very good at what she does.â
Steve stripped down quickly and pulled the costume on. It fit like a glove. He did a slow turn around to show it off. Both Eddie and Chrissy wolf whistled their approval.
âBend, twist,â Eddie said, âmake sure you can move around and dance in it. It looking pretty is only a part of the equation.â
So Steve did some of the more complicated parts of his tease. Like the splits and spins. Then he removed each piece as he continued his dance; each piece coming off with ease. Once he was naked again, he got dressed in his street clothes.
âIâd say itâs a hit,â Chrissy said, smirking at Eddieâs slack jawed awe. Eddieâs mouth closed with a snap and he gulped.
âYeah.â
Steve smirked and flopped back down on the chair. âSo weâll keep all of both Chrissy and my costumes here and hope that will keep the fly monkey at bay.â
âMy bet is on it being Danny,â she said, sitting on the chair in front of Eddieâs desk. âSheâs just the sort. I donât think for all of Leviâs bluster that he would go that far.â
Eddie wasnât so sure. This seemed like something else. Something bigger than some petty feud between dancers. This sounded more like someone with something to prove. He had two suspects, but he was going to keep that himself. For now.
He listened as Steve and Chrissy went back and forth about who they thought it could and if it wasnât about Steve, then why they might target Chrissy.
âBabe,â Eddie implored, âyou should just come out. To the troupe at least. I think that would help cut down on the jealousy if they knew you werenât sleeping with the owner.â
Chrissy huffed out an annoyed sigh. âI know. But the thing is that if you were gay and not bisexual, they wouldnât be making the same allegations against Jeff or Gareth, or hell, even Steve. But because Iâm a woman the only reason Iâm head choreographer is because I slept my way into the job.â
âWould it help if I came out too?â Steve asked, oblivious to the bomb that just went off in that office. âIf we both come out as gay, maybe theyâd leave you alone.â
Eddieâs friends might tease him about hitting it with Steve to least get out the pent up tension, but thatâs all it was; teasing. But now with Steve basically removing the last real block to fucking him, now it was about to get serious and persistent.
Chrissy thought about it for a moment or two and then nodded. âIt could even be informal like, a play argument and we call each other out?â
âWe could do that, sure,â Steve said with a smile. âWhatever makes you comfortable. Hell, if tiâs okay with her, maybe Robin could join in. I know people have been asking around if weâre dating. Which if they really wanted know they could just ask. But dancers are the worst gossip hounds.â
Eddie snorted. That was certainly true. âThe fruity four,â he said with a smile. Steve tilted his head to the side curiously. âIâm bi, sweetheart. Remember, Chrissy said earlier.â
Steve blinked at him for a moment and then smacked his head. âOh my god! Yeah of course. I was just so focused on making sure she was okay that it must have slipped right past me!â
He lifted his hand like he was holding up a glass, âTo the fruity four!â
Eddie and Chrissy laughed. They both raised mock glasses too. They talked for a little while longer before Chrissy and Steve left.
Eddie put his head in his hands. He had to admit how attractive Steve was. Those long dancer legs, the thick thighs, the hair on the manâs chest. The moles. The honey colored hair and hazel eyes. His Envy was his walking wet dream. He didnât know how he was going to survive having this angel tempting him away from hell.
He licked his lips. Maybe he needed that vacation after all.
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âOf course I want to see you, Ed,â Wayne said, âI just worry about what brought this on? You having trouble? Because if youâre having trouble, Iâll come to you. You know I will.â
âIâm just feeling a bit thin on the ground right now,â Eddie admitted shyly. âThereâs trouble with the dancers, I havenât had a break in five years, and Iâm missing home.â
âDancers are always gonna be trouble,â Wayne huffed. âItâs in their DNA. If they ainât gossiping, theyâre stirring up drama. Iâll tell you what, why I donât come down there and stay a couple weeks, see if I can calm things a bit.â
Eddie let out a shuddering breath. âYes, please. I know that it could possibly make things worse with them not trusting my authority, but god, I donât know how you did this on your own for so long.â
Wayne snorted. âI did it because I was debt, son. Once you took over, and it started making money, good money even, I knew it was time throw in the towel. You had a better head for business then I ever did.â
âYouâre just saying that to make me feel better.â
âMaybe,â Wayne said with a smile, âdoesnât change the fact that itâs still true. Iâll pack my things tonight and call Doris to water my plants, Iâll be down first thing in the morning.â
âThanks, Uncle,â he murmured and they rang off. He put the phone back down in its cradle with a sigh.
Eddie stretched out his limbs until he could feel his spine pop.
Fuck.
Peaking at thirty is such bullshit. He wanted to speak to the manager, he wanted a full refund and a new body, please and thank you.
He got up to go see how his drama queens were doing. He didnât like leaving them alone for too long because the shit they were capable of stirring up in the shortest amount of time was unfathomable.
When he got there he realized what he just stumbled into when he saw two of his favorite people standing in the center of the stage squaring off against each other.
âGod,â Chrissy huffed, âare all ballerinas such queens?â
The rest of the troupe gasped, but before anyone could say anything, Steve put one hand on his hip and popped it.
âBetter a queen then beanflicker, darling.â
âFairy!â Chrissy shot back.
âBeaver eater!â was Steveâs returning salvo. Eddie snickered at that one.
âShirt lifter!â Chrissy huffed, putting both hands on her hips.
âBoondagger!â Steve bit back, mirroring her pose. The whole troupe was silent. The wait staff had gathered to see what the ever loving fuck was going on.
Eddie sidled up to Jeff as Chrissy shot out âPillow biter!â
âSo what started this?â he whispered, leaning over so they didnât disturb the hilarious scene in front of them.
âVagetarian!â Steve spat.
âSteve told Chrissy her turn wasnât tight enough,â Jeff whispered back, âand that if she tried that with other dancers on the stage she was going to hit one.â
Eddie nodded sagely; a nitpicky thing that would be great starter to their faux argument. He settled down to watch the show, making sure not to look at Robin was nearly doubled over in laughter, turning almost purple from lack of breath.
Chrissyâs shocked face at the most recent insult was hilarious. âSausage jockey!â
Steve raised a singular bitchy eyebrow. And Eddie knew that this was the finisher. The one Steve had been holding onto the whole fight.
âDick dodger.â
Chrissy blinked at him for a moment and then burst out laughing. âOkay, God. You win. Youâre such a Mary.â
âBack at âatcha, lezzie,â he said with a smile. âPlus, I already have an annoying lesbian to deal with, I donât need two.â
Robin finally took a breath as she gasped in rage. âHey!â
Steve burst out laughing, hopping off the stage to kiss her cheek. âYou love my gay ass, and you know it.â
Jeff waved his fingers between the three of them. âWait, wait, wait...â he said with a grin. âAre all three of you gay? Like I knew about Chrissy, but damn, Ed.â He turned to Eddie and shook his head. âReally dialing it in on the diversity hires there.â
Eddie burst out laughing while the other three just grinned back.
âYeah,â Steve said, âRobin and I are âPlatonic Soulmatesâ with a capital P. Just a couple of queers trying to make it through.â
Chrissy bumped her shoulder into Steveâs. âSame with me and Eddie. It was a little harder for me to come out because my family is ultra conservative and my ex is one of those annoying street preachers you see on YouTube harassing poor unsuspecting people on the street.â
âAnd I will kick his ass the next time I see him, too,â Eddie said with a fond smile.
âWait,â Levi said, âyouâre telling me that not only are Steve and Robin not a couple, neither is Eddie and Chrissy?â
âNope!â Robin said with a shit eating grin. âNot even a little.â
The unasked question of then why was Chrissy made head choreographer then, hung in the air.
Gareth chuckled darkly. âHey, Chris. How long were you in cheer and gymnastics?â
âIâm older than I look,â she replied with a wink. âLetâs just say I started gymnastics at ten and cheer at fifteen. Then I took jazz dance in college for a bit of kick as an elective. All those things are choreographed. Then right after college, I got hired here by Wayne to be lead choreographer. I applied just like everyone else. Did Eddie suggest I apply? Sure, but I got this job because Iâm good. The only leg spreading I do is on stage.â
Steve and Robin clapped.
Chrissy took a bow.
Eddie smirked as there were some muttering from the dancers. âAll right, weâve had the preview, now itâs time practice the main attraction!â
Everyone got into position. Eddie caught Steveâs eye and mouthed, âThank you.â
Steve just winked and go into the groove, let the music wash over him as Eddie watched. His heart beating faster over this ridiculous man and his fucking heart of gold.
He was in so much trouble.
~
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Pink Pastels Pt 7
Description: You catch up with Gabi and Emma, Todd is an ass over text and the O'Haras give you a gift.
Pt 8
You were kneeling down on the wooden walkway, a fake bridge designed to imitate what the builder of the zoo thought the jungle villages of Africa looked like, talking quietly to Gabi and Emma.
âGirls I know youâre excited to see the hippos, but you canât run away like that, what if either of you had gotten hurt? I was so worried about you two, and Iâm sure your friends, and Mr. OâHara, were as well.â You explain softly, holding one of their hands in one of yours, and keeping your expression calm to keep them calm.
âWeâre sorry.â Gabi says, her bottom lip trembling slightly.
âWeâre sorry, Ms. Y/N.â Emma begins to cry, fat tears rolling down her cheeks.
You coo at them and pull them into a hug. âItâs okay, you just have to be more careful next time.â
The sound of footsteps, four sets of small feet, and one larger set, the sound of which youâve strangely come to recognize.
âAre they okay?â Miguel asks, his voice is rich with concern, and you feel him kneel beside you, his large hand resting on Gabiâs shoulder.
âEveryone is just fine, we just got a little overwhelmed, huh?â You direct the second half of your answer towards Gabi and Emma, who pull away and nod, sniffling a little.
âÂżEstĂĄs bien, Mija? ÂżEstĂĄs herida?â Miguelâs hands were cupping her face, thumbs smoothing over her tearstained cheeks. Trsl: Are you okay, are you hurt?
Gabi nodded her head. âEstoy bien, PapĂĄ.â Trsl: I'm okay/good, dad
He breathes a sigh of relief and presses a kiss to her cheek. âNever run off like that again, you know the hippos arenât going anywhere.â
She nods again, but is still pouting, and the two of them together is an adorable sight.
You feel a pang of longing right as your phone buzzes in your back pocket. You release Emma and begin to guide the group towards the hippos, fighting the urge to throw your phone into the nearest exhibit.
Todd has been texting you all day. First to bitch at you for leaving him wasted in his apartment, three weeks ago, then for ignoring his calls the next day, then he was mad because you wouldnât let him chaperone, even though, he didnât actually want to go, and it wasnât your fault, the school has rules.
Heâs sent you a photo, the one the whole first grade took at the zooâs entrance. The one youâd very quicklyâoffhandedly, uploaded to your social medias to mark the occasion.
Todd: I thought you said men werenât allowed to chaperone? Was that just an excuse, so you could fuck somebody else without me knowing?
He had circled Miguel in the photo, like a crazy person.
Y/N: I said male non-family members are not allowed to chaperone, thatâs a parent of one of my students. We are not having an affair, and I would never abandon my students to do something so inappropriate.
He always did this, always got so jealous of any guy who was around you for even a minute. It was exhausting.
He left you on read, and you bite your tongue, trying to keep calm as you slide your phone back in your pocket.
âGabi told me it was your birthday a few weeks ago.â Miguel says casually.
Your stomach drops. âOh yeah?â
âI feel bad, usually Gabi and I get her teachers flowers on their birthday, but I was out of town for work, so I guess we missed it.â He towers over you, but you donât feel unsafe, in fact you feel strangely protected.
Miguel looks so good in that cheesy field trip T-shirt, it stretches across his chest, and clings to his arms in a mouthwatering way. He looks down at you, a sheepish smile on his face.
âWe hoped maybe this would make up for it?â He hands you a daisy shaped pendant, itâs beautiful, and well-made.
âIâI canât accept this; it looks way too expensive.â You try to give it back to him, but he shakes his head and closes your fingers around the pendant, his hand dwarfing yours.
âIt wasnât expensive at all. Gabi found the necklace when we visited one of the farmerâs markets in the city. Daisies are her favorite flower, and she wanted to get you a birthday giftâŠand I wanted to thank you for all youâve done for her. I mean, itâs still the first half of the school year, and Iâve never seen her be so fond of a teacherâŠâ His hand is still covering yours, and youâre frozen in place but basking in the praise.
âWell, it is beautiful, and if itâs not expensive then I canât turn down a gift from one of my best students now, can I?â You joke lightly, your heart pounding in your chest.
Miguel releases your hand and motions for you to turn, sweeping your hair up with one large hand, the other clasping the necklace around your neck. âIt would break her heart.â He breathes, his warm breath on your neck making you shiver.
You want him. Fuck, you want him bad.
âCanât have that.â You whisper, breathless and resisting the urge to lean into his strong chest.
âMs. Y/N, youâre wearing my gift!â Gabi notices so quickly, weirdly quickly, for a moment you wonder if they planned this.
âI am, itâs very pretty, thank you.â You finger the pendant, it is absolutely beautiful, maybe the nicest gift anyoneâs ever given you, definitely better than anything Toddâs given you.
âNow you gotta promise me youâll never take it off.â Gabi pleads, giving you those puppy dog eyes she does so well.
You pretend to think it over, then nod your head. âAlright, deal.â
She lets out a squeal of happiness and runs back to her friends.
âSheâs so good at that.â You remark, turning back to Miguel.
âGood at what?â He asks, his eyes keep drifting back to the pendant, where it sits between your fingers as you absentmindedly toy with it.
âThose puppy dog eyes, itâs so hard to say no to her.â You feel a rush of boldness and drop the pendant. âDid she learn that from you?â
Miguelâs eyes shot up to yours. âBeg pardon?â
âThe puppy dog eyes.â You smile at him, a carefully crafted carefree smile meant to make the receiver feel comfortable, to get them to let their guard down.
âOh, no, no, she learned that all on her own.â He laughs, and the sound is like syrup, muddling your thoughts with a thick sugary sweetness.
You remember his words when you admire the necklace in the mirror, the day is done, youâve showered, and now youâre getting ready for bed.
Youâre not a vain person by any means, but you canât help but admire how it shines against your skin, as you stand bare, fresh from the shower. It hangs a bit between your breasts, the metal is sturdy, and no matter what Miguel says itâs not cheap. Thereâs no fake metal smell, or green staining your skin.
You spend a little longer staring at it, running your fingers along the edge, feeling each petalâs edge. It wouldnât hurt to keep it on, at least for a little while, until Gabi forgets all about it.
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A Part Of The Family
Roy Harper and Lian Harper Drabble!!! (feat. Jason Todd and Dick Grayson)
A/N: if youâve kept up with me, you might have noticed that Iâve started to stan Roy YAY đ« it was a crazy deep dive and I got attached to his character lol one of the main reasons i wanted to write for him was because of his Native American/Indigenous upbringing. I was shocked when I found out because (i donât normally try to share too much about myself cause this is a public space) but iâm indigenous too âšđâš i have to rep my people for Native American Heritage Month *confetti* but i thought i would have to share this to give context on how i plan to write and explore Royâs character. At least from my research (sorry if this is wrong) but he did grow up on the reservation in some of the backstories and itâs not explored very much :( it explains his tattoo, knowing the language, and frankly, a lot of native rep is kinda bad, but i thought leaving out a major part of his childhood didnât help reflect who he was. As someone who has experience and lives as a member of the tribe itâs based on, I wanted to share some silly thoughts :) ofc remember all people with cultural backgrounds have different experiences so read this or donât but iâll see how this turns out so ENJOY đ and comment, like, reblog
Summary: Roy shares a part of his past with Jason and now heâs determined to share an important moment of Lianâs life.
Word Count: 1.2k
âI donât think sheâs going to budge anytime soon.â Roy rested himself on the couch, overlooking his best friend and daughter. They were both on the floor, a soft blanket laid for Lianâs designated tummy time.
Lian blankly watched Jason hold toys, making noises as she followed the sounds, glancing up to look at his excited face as he talked to her.
âDonât listen to him, Lian. Just over three months of life and we are already best friends.â Jasonâs words kept Lianâs attention.
She would give the tiniest smile in return. No laughter yet, but she expressed her enjoyment of Jasonâs presence, nonetheless.
Roy was grinning watching the two, a much clearer expression, but remarkably like Lianâs smile. He had been lacking some sleep, but Jasonâs frequent visits were helping him get a couple extra minutes of rest.
To Royâs surprise, Jason had been over almost everyday this week.
The company was fine, better even according to Roy, but he didnât mean for this to happen. It had been a small slip, a tiny mistake, just a sleepy mumble of his brain when he watched Jason clumsily hold Lian for the first time.
Roy corrected Jasonâs hands to be comfortable for him and Lian. In the movement, he had unconsciously spoken.
âThis reminds me of way back, when there was a new baby in the community, all the kids would crowd around trying to make funny faces, trying to make the baby laugh.â Roy lulled along to Jasonâs slight sway, more confident in holding Lian in his arms. âThen we would hear all the elders yell out to us that we would have to cook if we got the baby to laugh.â
Roy chuckled to himself, remembering the days back on the reservation, feeling the hot sun on his skin.
Jason set his gaze on Roy, never moving his head away from Lianâs tiny body, but focused on the manâs sudden reminiscent tone.
It wasnât often that Roy mentioned the past, he didnât discourage it directly, but he also didnât freely talk about it either.
So, Jason took a chance.
âCook?â Jason harmlessly questioned, smoothing out the tiny hairs on Lianâs forehead as she stared at his face again.
âWell, itâs a big deal when a baby laughs for the first time. We celebrate and itâs planned by the person who makes the baby laugh.â Roy got up from his spot once he heard the washer finish. âAlmost costed my entire savings when one of my friends and I tripped trying to run to the baby first, luckily all we got was a big sneeze.â
Roy threw the damp clothes into the dryer, chuckling to himself.
âI wonder when Lianâs going to laugh.â Roy smiled at the thought. âI hope itâs soon. Wouldnât mind a lilâ party.â
Roy should have been careful about his words that afternoon.
Now Jason felt determined to be the first person to make Lian laugh.
At this rate, Roy wouldnât be surprised if he already had the decorations planned out and stashed away somewhere.
It was nice to have company. Roy had usually expected Jason to be there next to Lian, giving laidback greetings.
Then there was another Bat sitting before his daughter.
Dick had unknowingly found out about Jasonâs frequent visits and Jason was very pissed about it. Despite his very noticeable apprehension to Dickâs presence, he bit his tongue in favor of Lian finding the new addition intriguing.
Too intriguing. Uncomfortably intriguing and an annoyance to Jason.
âFuâGet lost, Dickface.â Jason spoke with slight venom in his voice, but it quickly disappeared as he held out his fingers to Lianâs tiny hands.
âBut Lian wants me here. Isnât that right, Lian?â Dick cooed, a twinkle in his eyes as he spoke. Making noises to get her attention.
âDonât you have other red heads to bother?â Jason scooted closer to Lian, trying to nudge Dick away.
âYouâve been here five days in a row and you expect me to ignore that?â Dick stood up to make faces at Lian from above Jasonâs head.
âA man canât visit a friend?â Jason stood up blocking Dick.
âThen Iâm visiting a friend too.â Dick maneuvered his way to Lianâs side in her bouncer.
âJust fucking leaveââ Jason threw Lianâs rattle at the back of Dickâs head.
The tiny sounds bounced off Dickâs back as it collided to his feet.
There was a brief moment of silence before Dick slowly looked back at Jason. A smile was on his face, but the vein in his head was bulging slowly.
âDinnerâs readyââ Roy called out, making eye contact with the two men wrestling with a baby blanket as Jason tried to somehow twist the fabric to trap his brother.
Dick on the other hand was flexible enough to lessen the hold and pushed the side of Jasonâs face with his free hand.
They murmured insults back and forth as calmly as they could, but the strained smiles on their faces couldnât mask their current wrestling match.
âStop pushing meââ Jason grumbled.
âThen stop twisting my armââ Dick pressed back.
âHehehe.â
Three necks snapped to the quiet sound from the ground, almost lost in the commotion, but there was little Lian.
She laid on her back in her bouncer, completely enamored by the noise and movements around her.
She made small movements in her arms in her excitement, a wide gummy smile on her face.
âI made her laugh.â Jason smiled confidently while tightening the baby blanket around his brother.
âI made her laugh.â Dick challenged, trying to kick back.
Roy walked around the two men to pick up Lian, cuddling her in his arms, and unbelievably happy to witness the delightful sounds from his daughter for the first time.
âNuh uh, Dickwad, itâs my party.â Jason threatened.
âJaybird, she was looking at me too! Wait, what party?â Dick finally asked.
âWhy are you even here?!â Jason groaned.
Roy couldnât even focus on the two bickering behind him, he was busy kissing the side of his daughter's head.
He tenderly kept her in his arms, seeing her gaze back up at him.
His smile was met with a smaller copy of his own.
Roy had seen and heard of the Aâwee Chiâdeedloh, the First Laugh Ceremony, in his time living on the reservation. As a kid, it was just a time for him to eat and play with his friends, but it also welcomed a new family member.
He remembers one of the elder women talking to him as a young boy who stood watching from the distance.
âWe welcome the baby into our present world from the Spirit World, itâs a time that we share with everyone. Itâs the first sign of a baby showing us they want to be a part of the family, to show and give love.â Roy heard the elder talk to him. âDonât forget to eat and get salt from the baby, itâs their offering to us, to encourage them to be generous as they grow.â
At the time, Roy was involving himself more with the tribe, asking questions and participating. He remembers the look on the babyâs face as he received salt and a bag of goods.
He remembered how content he felt that day eating his sweets and now he would finally experience the perspective of a parent helping their child in the ceremony.
âWelcome, sheâawĂ©Ă©â, my Lian.â Roy affectionately whispered to his daughter. âIâm happy you want to be here.â
â
Translations:
SheâawĂ©Ă©â â my baby
Aâwee Chiâdeedloh â First Laugh Ceremony
Roy Tag List: (temporary) @soysaurus @janybabyy @simpingforheros
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Levi x ballerina reader. Like theyre already together and reader was warming up and levi got all blushy and didnt know how to tell her...
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Stretching
Levi x fem!reader
Modern AU, fluff, romance, being a couple, ballerina reader, flustered Levi, suggestive.
Levi goes with you to practice because he adores watching you dance. This is his first time watching you stretch and as he does he starts to feel things he shouldn't in public.
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Watching you was like watching a Goddess design and create a magical world. No matter how many times Levi watched you, he was always left speechless. It just brought a smile to his face because you were so happy when you danced, it was just in your blood and soul.
The pain you would get in your feet sometimes was bad, so Levi did everything in his power to help you. He made sure he bought the best products and would massage it all into your feet and ankles. Every time you felt doubt or tired, he would praise you and give you the boost you needed. Levi always had a bag full of everything you needed to keep you going.
Today you had practice and you invited Levi to go with you, which he was excited about. Levi was the CEO of a company that supplied wonderful tea and coffee that was delicious and the trading was fair. Every single person he employed was paid fairly and had rights.
Levi helped you take your jacket off and then knelt before you and swapped your boots for your shoes. He was never asked to do this, he just loved doing it and you always felt flustered as his talented fingers moved as he tied up the ribbon.
You let out a shy whine. "Levi."
He glanced up at you with pure adoration in his eyes. "Yes?"
"You don't have to do this."
"I know." He leaned closer and kissed your knee. "I want to. I enjoy it."
You hummed a little laugh. "You're cute."
He leaned up and kissed you. "Have a good practice. I will be right here if you need me. I have your drinks and snacks."
You giggled. "Thank you. You take such good care of me."
"Because I love you."
You felt your cheeks heat up. "I love you too." You rose to your feet. "I gotta warm up."
"I'll be here. You're doing amazing."
The other people coming in didn't even register with Levi because his eyes were on you. Every move you were making was so elegant and smooth. He took a seat and admired the way you worked. A sweet smile graced his lips as you stretched your joints.
Levi blushed hard when you lifted your leg in the air and grabbed your toes. Something heated shot through him when he saw you doing the splits standing up. He tried to look away from between your legs, but it was hard to not look at how stunning and sexy you were.
Every move you made and stretch was intoxicating and attractive to him. The two of you were very physical with each other in bed, it was hard to keep your hands to yourselves. You both wanted each other and enjoyed loving and touching the other. It was not like he'd never seen you in sexy positions before, but something was setting his heart and body on fire.
He shifted a little and realised he was getting more and more needy for you. He grabbed your bag of drinks and snacks and then placed it on his lap. Now he was more comfortable, he watched you for much longer and felt himself drooling at how incredible you were. It was hard to hide his blush on his cheeks and as soon as you looked over him and smiled, you seemed to register the blush he had and simply giggled.
Levi enjoyed watching you practice and as soon as you hurried over he offered you a drink. "W-Well done."
You downed some of your drink and hummed. "We're you checking me out as I stretched?"
"I-I've never seen you stretch before. I-It was uh...n-nice."
"Nice?" You smirked and leaned closer. "Nice how?"
He gulped hard and tried to avoid your gaze. "I ah...you...well..."
You kissed Levi and nuzzled your nose against his after. "You are so cute. It's okay to admit you got horny watching me."
He groaned a bit. "I feel like an animal."
"My hungry wolf."
He looked at his lap as he blushed. He released a long sigh before speaking. "I l-loved what I s-saw. Mm...it made me...feel things...good things..."
"Well, I know how you feel. When you work out in the gym in our home? My word does it make me tingle inside." You released a long sigh. "You're incredible."
Levi got up and growled. "Maybe next time I can use you to work out. I could lift you."
You shivered. "Y-Yes."
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Fictober Day 16: The Space Between Words
Prompt: "No, I'm not okay"
A moment in "Per Manum" after Scully breaks the bad news to Mulder. Rating: T, wc: 913
Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober24
âNever give up on a miracle.â His voice sounds loud to his ears, and he hopes â no, prays â that she hears them, understands him. Whatever she wants to do next, whatever she wants to try, heâs by her side. Heâs not giving up on this, or her. On them.
They cling to each other like castaways after a shipwreck. Mulder bites back his own tears, wanting to give Scully the chance to grieve. This was her dream long before it became his, too. He holds her as tightly as she lets him, wishing he could take the pain away from her.
âItâs okay,â he whispers into her hair, needing to say the words as much as she needs to hear them. She squeezes his neck, her face pressed against his chest. She takes a deep breath, as if taking him in, and loosens her grip on him. He searches her face, playing it by ear. She sniffles a few times, avoiding his eyes.
âI shouldnât have gotten my hopes up.â She steps away from him, using her thumbs to wipe away her tears. âIt was- well.â Her words are heavy with pain, and he doesnât just hear itâhe feels it. Feels the weight of her disappointment. The anger, too. This has been stolen from her.
âYou donât have to stay,â Scully goes on, and as hurtful as her words are, he chooses to ignore them. He stands there like a prop, watching her pace. Thereâs nothing she can do. Thereâs nothing to plan, to execute. Thereâs just nothing.
When she lost Emily, he watched her channel her emotions into signing forms, arranging the funeral, and everything that came after. After losing her father, he couldnât stop her from throwing herself into work. He tried, only to realize that all he could do, was extend a hand, hoping that sheâd reach for him. All he can do tonight, is do the same. Heâll stay here, waiting. Heâll be here for her when sheâs ready.
âMulder, Iâm fine,â she says, the words a needle prick on his skin. Heâs heard it before, countless times. Heâs come to loathe the word. She mumbled it when she lay dying. Screamed it when he couldnât stop staring at her, blood dripping from her nose.
âThank you for waiting, I appreciate it.â Her voice is cool and smooth as steel. A shield sheâs put up in front of herself. Like heâs not her friend or her partner. Like heâs not the man she asked to be the other half of the equation. Heâs had a part in all of this, too. A piece of his heart is woven into her loss, into her pain.
âI think Iâll just go to bed.â She nods at him as though he were a stranger. âIâm just-â She doesnât finish the sentence, leaving it hanging just like she leaves him standing there. His eyes follow her to her bedroom and his legs twitch, prepared to follow her. The bedroom door clicks shut behind her and the silence that follows tears the air from his lungs. He bites down hard on his lip, drawing blood. He no longer tries to stop the tears from falling.
*
He doesnât know how much time has passed when his cell phone lights up, flashing Scullyâs name. His head throbbing, he reaches for it and presses the phone to his ear.
âHi,â he says softly, his tone full of tears and dreamless slumber.
âHi.â Her voice is barely more than a whisper.
âCouldnât sleep?â he asks, trying to get comfortable. He may be used to sleeping on a couch, but heâs not used to sleeping on one thatâs designed for someone much shorter. His muscles protest as he sits up.
âNo,â is all she replies. Sheâs quiet for so long that he wonders if sheâs fallen asleep. It wouldnât be the first time she falls asleep on him. How often has he told her stories on the phone late at night, only to notice that her reactions become fewer and fewer until all he could hear was her even breathing or even a soft snore.
âDo you want me to tell you a story?â he asks.
âNo.â
âI have good stories,â he teases, hoping to elicit the smallest of giggles, a reprieve. Thereâs only silence on the other end. The pain sits too deep, is still too raw.
âI shouldnât have called.â
âNo, Iâm glad you did,â he says quickly, trying to keep her on the line. She could hang up any second, and heâd still be here, waiting. âScully, I know that you- but I need to know, to really know⊠are you okay?â The silence pressed down like a weight on his chest, making it difficult to breathe. The second stretches like a piece of old gum.
âNo,â she admits, her voice trembling. âIâm not okay.â He gets up from the couch and tiptoes around the couch, hoping for a sign. âCan you- come back?â And there it is. Heâs at her bedroom door in an instant, knocking softly. She opens it, her face tear-streaked and her eyes puffy.
âYou didnât leave?â Every word is soaked in tears.
âI didnât leave.â
âCan youâŠâ but her voice breaks before she can finish and he understands. He opens his arms wide and waits for her to step in. Once he has her, he starts rocking her gently.
âThank you for letting me in,â he murmurs into her hair.
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Hiii im sorry i forgot to put an au for prompt 70 and tbh none!!
hi anon! i ended up choosing an au that fitted the prompt! hope you like it <3
tennis player! percy jackson x tennis player! fem! reader
Percy Jackson and Y/N L/N, rising stars of the tennis world. Thatâs what every headline had to say about you. Fierce, competitive and unstoppable were the adjectives used to describe you and Percy. With a few trophies already under your belt, you could only grow and win more. The same thing applied to Percy. But although the two of you were seen as superstars, able to match each otherâs strength, things werenât as smooth off the court.
âAre you kidding me ? Thereâs no way Iâm playing with him!â
Your coach sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose to avoid an oncoming headache. âListen, thereâs no other player your age with the same stats as you who can replace him. This is also, let me remind you, the opportunity of a lifetime. You told me you wanted to play in the Olympics and those doubles are just the beginning.â
âBut heâs a jerk ! He was insufferable even when we were in boarding school together ! Doubles are all about understanding your teammate and working with each other ! He's so stubborn and so annoying! Do you think heâs going to even want to listen to me ?â
Pulling her chair back, your coach stares at you, a small smile on her face. âI think youâll make him work just fine.â
The first time you step foot onto the court for your first practice, you hear him before you see him.
âBelieve me, I don't want to be here either.â he bites and you roll your eyes
âI didn't expect anything else from you Kelp Head.â you answer as you turn around, putting a couple of tennis balls in the pocket of your shorts.
Percy scoffs at the old nickname.
âYouâre still calling me that ?â
Ignoring him, you went to your designated position behind the net.
âPractice isnât gonna start by itself.â you sigh, bouncing a ball with your racket.
That first practice was almost catastrophic. Hadnât your respective coaches been there, the whole thing wouldâve ended in endless bickering. You both reluctantly promised to make it work, for the sake of the whole team.
And you did, to some extent. The arguments were limited to the beginning and the end of practices and you were pleasantly surprised to see how well you played with Percy, looking forward to the actual competition.
After postgame interviews and celebratory pictures with your gold medals, you and Percy rush to the rest of the team whoâs excitedly pulling the two of you in a bone crushing embrace. As the entire team cheers and celebrates the well deserved win, you pull back, admiring the sight in front of you. Youâre moving away when Percy catches your wrist.
âHey,â he calls out your name. âI uh, I wanted to apologize. I havenât been that nice and⊠I guess I feel bad because youâre an amazing athlete and a great person too. Do you think I can make it up to you sometime soon ?â he shyly smiles.
A small grin is etched on your face when you answer him.
âSure! I guess I havenât been really nice to you either, Kelp Head.â
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Am I the only one who doesn't really like the way they aged up Astrid in the 2nd and 3rd movies??
Like, don't get me wrong, she's still a great character, and she's gorgeous. But I think that last thing might be the problem
They made her appearance too perfect (especially in the 3rd movie). I mean, she always had some of that in her. She's skinny, blond and has blue eyes and a tiny noae. But in the first movie, she's so much more... human
Look at her. Look at her teeth, specifically. They're imperfect, even if they're still white. Her eyes have a little darkness(? surrounding them, tho idk if that's just a stylistic choice or eyebags
Look at the way her face is built too. She has a somewhat big (not actually big, but bigger than it is in the other movies) forehead and you can see that she has freckles in this picture. When she smiles, her upper teeth show. Her face is more like, uh, the bottom of a heart than circle too. Idk how to describe it
Imperfect teeth, reddish face (though that might just be the lighting), dark spots around her face
Now look at her in here. Her teeth are just... perfect. She's perfect. Her forehead is smaller too, and her skin is completely clear and smooth (when you grow up, your face and body changes, I know that. She still does seem like Astrid! But as far as I know, teeth don't completely change shape as you grow up. Unless you pay to change them or something. And I'm pretty sure Vikings didn't have that kind of stuff)
Her face is a lot rounder too
I mean, compare this
To this
There is a big difference
Now, I don't mind the HTTYD 2 model. I actually like it!! It's not that bad, there's just a few changes in the design that I didn't completely like (same with Toothless)
The second movie's Astrid really does feel like Astrid, even though she's changed from the girl she was as a teen. She may not be the child who tackled Hiccup to protect him from Toothless anymore, but she is still Astrid Hofferson, and it shows in both her appearance and manners
But the HTTYD 3 models are just... not it
Perfect teeth, somehow even smoother skin, beautiful soft-looking hair
I'm not a big fan of how the high quality of HTTYD 3 makes the characters look. Honestly I just don't like the third movie at all
(I do like the smile lines, though. I admit they did a pretty good job with that)
And if you thought the second movie made her head a little rounder, then just look at this
She's a fucking square!! She got the Toothless treatment!!!
ANYWAY-- this is just my opinion, so don't come attack me for it. I just don't like those small things from the second movie and everything about the third movie. Fuck the third movie
#they fucked up toothless too#but i'm gonna complain about that in another post#httyd#how to train your dragon#movies#the hidden world#httyd 3 bashing#thw#astrid hofferson#avis' post
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