#hey yo... this is a very good scene

[almadelsur]

💋 The Secrets One Keeps

summary: You're in love with jj but he's with kie, so in moments of pure desperation you often find yourself turning to the person he hates the most...rafe

warnings: some good old angsty pining, very very slight smut if you squint, fem!reader, one or two uses of y/n, plz let me know if I missed anything

a/n: SHE'S BACKKKK, so I've decided to completely reformat and re-post this fic with a few tweaks and editing considering i first wrote this like 3 years ago, and yes for those of you who have been asking, I fully intend to finallly continue this fic....more info on that later ;)

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JJ’s eyes change the moment Kiara steps into any room. Immediately his presence is ripped away from your immediate atmosphere, popping the little bubble you'd spent all afternoon crafting as he sprung up to greet the olive-skinned enigma that captured his affections.

“Kie!” The joy in his tone was incomparable to anything he’d directed at anybody else. Nothing could draw out such happiness from the blonde. You hated that about her.

In an attempt at self-defense, your brain shut itself off. Shielding you from processing the scene in front of you, your emotions ran cold like cement pouring down and across your neurons. It was the only way you could survive such a beating to your heart.

You figured that by distancing yourself mentally, you wouldn’t have to raise suspicion and distance yourself physically. In reality, you knew the real reasoning was your inability to stay away from JJ but the facade helped you cope.

“Hey J” she embraced him and his body relaxed around her as if she was the only source of his happiness. The only way he’d find alleviation from what he perceived as a shitty life being through her. “Sorry I’m late my parents had me running like crazy at the wreck today.”

Scattered greetings filled the air from the rest of the pogues, yet you could only focus on the way his eyes fixated on her like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Here come sit baby” he offered her the seat he had just previously been place holding. What you thought had been quality time with your best friend, presented itself to you now as momentary attention to pass the time until his actual desire arrived.

Settling herself down and offering you a wide smile, her shoulder bumped against yours gently as a sign of acknowledgment.

“Hey dude” she directed at you, but you didn’t reply. You just couldn’t bring yourself to pretend. Not today anyway. Instead, you offered her a small smile, it was minimal but it was the best you could do under the circumstances.

“Yo" A crumpled tissue paper flew at your head, jj attempting to refocus your attention on him, "didn’t you say you were gonna get some water or something?” He spoke up, the scheme evident in his tone.

“um yeah I guess” You lifted yourself up and took a few steps before jj used the opportunity to slump himself down where you had been sat and sprawled his arms across his girlfriend’s shoulders.

“snooze ya loose sucker” he joked as he turned to Kiara to start up some mindless conversation. Leaving you behind in the dust.

Your teeth gritted as you focused on making your way to the kitchen hoping the distance from the scene unfolding would lift the iron grip on your heart.

You made the fatal mistake of glancing back and you were met with the image of jj nuzzling up to kiara in a picturesque display of love. The lump building at the base of your throat indicated that it was your time to get the hell out of there before you broke down in front of everyone. 

“Shit guys, y’know what I just realized I gotta go” You spoke quickly, your tone matching your pace as you rushed to the exit of the chateau. 

“You’re still coming to the party later though right?” John B asked, not tearing his eyes away from the screen in front of him. 

“Mhm yeah sure” you opened the door ready to depart. 

“Shit I forgot about that! Me and jj are gonna be late, we got dinner at the wreck tonight.” kiara added as you stepped out, unable to control the escape of a rogue tear.

“Date night babyyyy” You heard JJ cheer before you slammed the door behind you. 

“Is Y/N okay? She seemed a bit off.” Kie nudged JJ as she questioned. 

JJ furrowed his eyebrows momentarily. Glancing out the window, he saw you jog away from the house, and a brief flash of worry flashed through his mind. As quick as it came, it dissipated. He shook his head figuring that if there had been something wrong, he’d have been the first to know. 

“Nah she’s okay don't worry.” he offered to kie.

Boy was he mistaken. 

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“Fuuuck me” you moaned out, sinking into him one last time. You were hot, sweaty, and heaving as you pulled him out of you.

“I thought I just did” Rafe taunted leaning back to lie down, arms crossed behind his head causing his taut abdomen to flex.

You scrambled off the bed, picking up your garments and shoving them back on your body forcefully.

“What, no pillow talk?” He tried again.

“Rafe..” you trailed off. Whenever you’d finish fucking, you’d struggle to even look at him. The self-hatred flooded your body as soon as the orgasm poured out.

“Hey you called me” he eyed you intently but you knew he didn’t actually care. To rafe cameron everything was just a game. At this point it was pretty much common knowledge. “In fact” he moved closer to you so that he could speak directly into your ear “It’s always you that calls me.”

“Don’t be a dick” you stood up and eyed your heels contemplating whether you could face the walk back in them. “You know it makes me feel like shit.” It might have sounded brutal but that’s how things were with rafe.

“Yeah, it’s like you punctuate your orgasms with self-hate.”

“I'm a pogue, rafe.” You argued back as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“So? Kooks and pogues can fuck you know.” You couldn’t comprehend why you were even having this conversation. Why now, why tonight.

“Yeah maybe, not you though.” You didn’t want to tell him the reason explicitly.

“I fuck pogues.”

“You fuck anyone.” The words came out almost instantly and without thinking, yet rafe took no offense.

“Exactly so what’s the issue?”

“The issue is, rafe.” You paused trying to find the words without actually having to say the words. “The issue is that if my friends found out they’d hate me, probably more than I already hate myself.”

He just chuckled, the look in his eyes changing as he figured you out.

“What's funny?” You challenged.

“You don’t have to bullshit me princess.” He looked up at you with a devilish glint in his eye. “You just don’t want jj knowing about your little escapades huh?” Bingo.

“He’s with Kiara.” You shrugged him off.

“Uh huh, you like him but you can’t have him.” Every word he spoke striking a nerve deep within you. “So you’re fucking me to fuck him over.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” You grabbed your heels and shoved them on, wincing as you buckled them up.

“Don’t I?” He threw his joggers on lazily as he stood, the level dynamics changing significantly. The older boy towered over you. “Where are they tonight?”

“Back at John B’s, we had a little get-together.” You crossed your arms. More often than not you usually called rafe after a few drinks left you feeling lonely. “Sorry, your invite must have gotten lost in the mail.” You attempted to jab at him with sarcasm yet he clearly held the upper hand with his line of questioning. 

“So all of them are there now?” He stepped towards you.

“Mhm,” You lied.

“Even jj?” Moving closer until your neck was craned upwards to meet his eyes.

Taking your silence as an answer, he reached up and ran his palms across your upper arms, prompting you to uncross them.

“He was uh- him and kie should be getting there soon” You mumbled.

“So would i be wrong in guessing, that might have prompted your call then?” You let yourself be guided by his movements leaning your neck further back as his hand trailed up to your jawbone.

“rafe…” you called out insignificantly.

He leaned in and pressed his lips against your neck, right over where he could feel your pulse, and pressed down.

You couldn’t help the gasp that left your mouth. Because as much as your heart belonged to jj, rafe was just so fucking good at raising your temperature.

“Round two?” He mumbled against your neck.

“Yeah..” you attempted yet it came out as a whisper. He grabbed you swiftly and lifted you, moving you across the room and throwing you down onto his bed, crawling on top of you in a predatory manner as he did so. As your back hit the bed, the ringing of your phone brought you back from the haze he had you under. 

“Wait rafe stop stop” you pushed him off and grabbed the screeching mobile, pressing it up to your ear. “Hello?”

“Dude, where are you?” The sound of jj’s voice came through over the pumping sound of music and party chatter. “Me and Kie just got back and John B says no one’s seen you for like over an hour.”

“Oh I’m uh, I had to go do something for my mom” The lie pouring out of your mouth caused rafe to chuckle which was of course met by a slap from you signaling for him to be quiet.

“Oh well, when are you getting back? I have to tell you about this date. You’re gonna be so proud of me I actually think I’m ready to tell Kie I love her” you screwed your eyes shut as he spoke.

“Yeah I- you know what I can’t make it back my mom needs me to stay and help out but uh I’ll see you tomorrow or something.” You hung up before he could even reply, throwing your phone down uncaring of its state.

“What’s wrong? They getting hitched?” Rafe spoke up from behind you.

You turned to Rafe, the fire in your veins pushing your arms to grab him, roughly pulling him back onto you.

“Just shut up and fuck me rafe.”

And fuck you he did.

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The next morning you woke up to the sight of rafe’s bare back. Not much of a cuddler, you figured.

Quietly you pushed the covers off and began to dress yourself back up. As you got to your shoes you sighed and shook your head, as if there was any way in hell you were going to walk home in heels. You scooped up your shoes and your now-cracked phone shaking your head, slightly ashamed at your outburst.

Without even a second glance at the sleeping body you were leaving behind, you made your way over to the door. As you turned the knob and stepped out to leave, a husky voice spoke up.

“I’ll keep my ringer on for you babe.”

You rolled your eyes looking back at him, “Fuck you rafe.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m counting on.” He didn’t even open his eyes as he answered, instead just rustling around in the bed and turning to the other side, once again facing his back to you.

You scoffed as you exited. Your internal rant clouded your vision, body on autopilot with an excellent self-navigation of the Cameron house from the countless times you’d made this exit.

“Y/N?” The gentle voice wiped your thoughts clean as the shock stilled you dead in your tracks, slowly turning to come face to face with none other than Sarah.

“Sarah” you drawled out. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s my house?” Her head was cocked to the side, equally shocked to see you.

“No I just mean- I thought you were spending the night at John B’s.” You forced the small talk, avoiding the topic of why you were here, sneaking out at 8 in the morning.

“He had to work today, did you spend the night here?” She glanced up at the door of rafe’s bedroom.

“Umm-“ There had only been two other instances where you had been at a complete loss for words. The day jj told you he and Kiara were dating, the morning after your first sexual encounter with rafe, and now this.

“Are you sleeping with my brother?!” She whisper-shouted, eyes wide as the realization hit her. Busted.

“No?”

“Oh my god!” She grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you to her room, slamming the door as soon as you were both inside. “How long has this been going on?!” Her tone was loud and her hands wild as she interrogated you.

“Just a little under a year.” You sat on her bed and looked at your lap as you spoke. Reminiscent of a child being scolded.

“A year?! Oh my god!” She repeated. “Who knows about this?!”

With that, you looked up at her desperately. “No one. No one knows so please don’t tell them.” You didn’t have to name names for her to know who you were referring to.

“Are you two like” she paused “together?” She scrunched her nose up, disgusted at the thought of her bully of an older brother dating anyone.

“No god no. It’s just sex” you were just as uncomfortable as Sarah was, having to tell her about boning her older brother.

“Disgusting.” She turned away from you with her arms crossed, looking out the window.

“Look I’m not proud of it okay? Just-“ You sighed “Just please don’t tell anyone” pleading again.

Sarah let out a long sigh and uncrossed her arms. She walked over to you and joined you on the bed, her eyes showing concern mixed with something you couldn’t quite place your finger on.

“I thought you were into jj” she spoke softly, there it was. Pity.

“Yeah well, jj is with kie and instead of sitting around wallowing in self-pity, I decided to do something about it.” As the words left your mouth, you realized how weak the explanation was.

“So you just use rafe to bang the jj out of you.”

“It’s not like Rafe cares, if anything he’s also using me.” You tried to reason.

“I don’t doubt that. But I mean, that’s- It’s not healthy, you’ll never move on if you don’t actually process your emotio-“

“Look Sarah, I don’t need to do any of that shit okay? What I have here works, when I fu- when I’m with rafe, I don’t think about jj.” Tears began to swell in your eyes “Sleeping with rafe helps me forget about everything, even if it’s only for a little while he uh- he makes me feel good.” To an extent, there was truth behind your words, while you and rafe fucked the rest of the world went away. It was only after, that the crippling self-hatred hit you along with the return of your immense feelings for jj. 

Sarah shuffled over and threw her arm around you. “That’s not good for you, it’s just momentary. It’s easy and it's a cycle, you’re never going to get better going down this path. Especially not with rafe.”

“Rafe he’s- he’s not that bad.”

“Yes he is. But i bet it gives you satisfaction fucking him knowing jj hates him. Feels like revenge right?” She’d always been so perceptive your Sarah, you hated how she could see right through you.

Tears ran down your cheek silently. “You’re not gonna tell anyone right?” You sniffled.

She gave you one of those classic salt-of-the-earth Sarah Cameron smiles, the kinda smile that would light up any room she walked into. “Takin' it to the grave babe.”

A loud beeping caused both your heads to whip towards the window. “Shit, I completely forgot I was supposed to go on the HMS with pope and jj, we were gonna chill there until John B and Kie finished work.” She rose to her feet and extended an arm towards you. “Wanna come? Or we could drop you home if you’re not up for it.”

With a sigh you took her hand and pulled yourself up, walking beside her as you mentally prepped yourself to face the blonde you desperately pined for.

“Well rise and shine campers.” jj yelled out of the window of the drivers seat.

“Y/N! Where you been dude? you totally bailed last night.” Pope was next to speak as you and Sarah filed into the Twinkie. As JJ began to drive you avoided any form of eye contact in his general direction.

“I had to go help my mom out, blackout at mine again.” You didn’t even look at pope either, instead focusing your attention on the blur of trees and houses pacing by the window as JJ sped down the winding roads.

“Isn’t that what you were wearing last night?” pope, observant as always, pointed out.

“Uh yeah, I didn’t really get any time to change cause…”

“I called her last night when I got home, I was so drunk I don’t think I was ready to stop the party.” Sarah covered for you.

“Yeah I wrapped up helping my mom out and then this one calls me talkin bout a sleepover or something so I didn’t exactly have much time to change.” 

Thankfully pope had lost interest as soon as he had asked the question, otherwise, your overcompensating ass would have been caught out straight away. You always had to add to the lie until you felt like you had sold it completely.

Keeping your eyes trained on the outside meant that jj’s frown directed at you through the windscreen mirror went completely undetected. He always knew whenever there was something up with you and right there and then he knew something definitely was.

“Hey, you okay?” He didn’t need to address you explicitly for you to know he was talking to you.

“Yeah just tired.” You shrugged him off in an attempt to distance yourself from him yet again.

He knew you were lying but he didn’t understand why, you never lied to each other. Apart from John B, the pair of you were closer to each other than with anybody else in the group. You’d been best friends since kindergarten, and since then you’d sworn 3 things to each other.

1- You’d always share your snacks.

2-You’d always be best friends even if you argued.

 3- You would never ever lie or keep secrets from each other.

Of course, as the both of you grew older the rules became more and more lax. The snack sharing was limited only to when you felt nice enough and sometimes you’d go for days without making up if you had argued particularly badly. Having kept two friendship-breaking secrets from him, the childhood rules seemed pretty insignificant by now.

“Mhm,” he responded, flickering his eyes between you and the road. “Are we taking you home to change first?”

“Yeah, I don’t know if I’ll join you guys afterward though.” You chewed down on your nail anxiously as the tension from being in the same space as jj paired with the guilt from having fucked rafe prior, suffocated you.

JJ made a face as he focused on the road, something was wrong with you and he’d be dammed if he wasn’t going to put his everything into finding out what that was.

[nekonaps0]

Is Your Girl Single? pt3

✦part1 part2

✦characters: first years + Kalim, Silver, Cater

✦fem!reader

Ace Trappola

Ace was joking with some of his classmates when someone casually asked “Yo, that girl you’re always with—is she single?”

He laughs at first, thinking it’s a joke.

“Hah! Good one.”

The guy just blinks. “No, seriously.”

Ace freezes mid smirk. His head turns. Slow. Calculated.

“You’re seriously asking me… if my girlfriend… is single?”

His voice drops low. You can practically see the gears turning.

“Do you wanna fight? Or do you just have a death wish?”

He walks over, hand slung lazily around your shoulders, glaring daggers at the guy the whole way.

“Look at her. She’s beautiful, funny. Way too good for you . And she chose me.” He smirks “So no, she’s not single. Try asking again, and I’ll make sure you leave this conversation with a black eye and a broken pride.”

Later, he flops next to you and groans

“Babe, you need to stop being so cute. I’m gonna have to start carrying warning signs or something.”

Deuce Spade

Deuce was just minding his business, studying, being responsible, when the question hit him like a thrown potion bottle.

He blinks. Once. Twice.

“...What?”

Deuce straightens up like he’s been called to duel. Serious face ON.

“No. She’s not. She’s my girlfriend.”

The guy started mumbling something that “he didn’t know.”

“You should know.”

He’s not angry. He’s just disappointed like a sweet, protective puppy turning into your knight.

“She’s amazing. She deserves someone who notices everything about her including the fact that she’s in a happy relationship.”

Afterward, he tells you everything and gets adorably shy about it.

“Sorry if that was too much… I just… didn’t like the idea of anyone thinking they had a shot with you.”

Jack Howl

Jack’s usually a calm, keep to himself type. So when someone strolls up to him during P.E. and says, “Hey, that girl you’re always walking to class… is she single?”

Jack pauses mid stretch. His ears twitch. His tail stills.

He doesn’t even turn around at first just processes the words slowly, like they offended his very sense of logic.

“What?”

This time, he does turn around fully. His eyes narrow, his jaw sets, and he looks at the guy like he’s weighing whether this is worth causing a scene over.

“She’s not just ‘seeing’ someone. She’s dating me.”

His voice is firm. Deep. No anger just pure, top-level authority.

“You seriously asking that knowing I’m with her? Or are you just stupid?”

The guy tries to laugh it off, but Jack steps forward once. Just once and the other guy steps back instinctively.

“You don’t get to talk about her like that. Not like she’s just another pretty face to chase.”

Jack crossed his arms now. His tail flicks behind him.

“She’s smart. She’s strong. She sticks by people even when it’s hard. I don’t date her just because she’s cute I date her because she’s worth everything.”

Then he turns away, muscles still tense, and mutters:

“Don’t let me hear you ask that again.”

Later, when he walks you home from class, he keeps glancing at you out of the corner of his eye like he’s still riled up.

“… I don’t get why people ask that. You make it so obvious you’re with me. And I’m not letting anyone take that away.”

Epel Felmier

Epel hears the question and nearly spits out his apple juice.

“She what?!”

Epel stands up slowly, placing both hands on the table.

“That’s my girlfriend, you twig-lookin’ scarecrow.”

He steps forward like he’s about to throw hands. His accent slipping into thick.

“She’s the most amazing woman in this world. You think she’d waste her time with… you? Don’t make me laugh.”

Epel doesn’t care that he’s shorter or anything. That pride? Untouchable.

“Look somewhere else, or I’ll show you what it’s feels like stepping into your mouth.”

Later, you hear him muttering about “darn peacocks” and “flirting idiots,” and when you ask what happened, he turns red.

“Nothin���…just, you’re mine, right? And people need to remember that.”

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek is mid rant about Malleus when the question lands.

His jaw drops.

“HOW DARE YOU?!”

He whirls, eyes glowing with pure offense.

“SHE IS NOT SINGLE! SHE IS DATING ME, THE LOYAL KNIGHT OF MALLEUS DRACONIA!”

His shouting echoes through the hallway. Students flinch. A vase breaks somewhere in the distance.

“You impudent fool! To think you could stand a chance with her! She is strong, kind, radiant! And she belongs to—ahem—that is, she is in a deeply committed relationship.”

When you find out, you’re torn between laughing and hugging him.

“I would never allow such insolence to go unchallenged. Fret not—your honor is safe with me!”

(...You’re the only one who can handle his dramatics anyway.)

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim is all sunshine and open smiles… until he hears the words

He tilts his head.

“Huh? Oh—wait, you mean my girlfriend?”

His smile doesn’t drop… but there’s a shift. His eyes twinkle dangerously, and he laughs softly.

“She’s so nice. So beautiful. So smart. And, nope! Not single!”

He places a hand over his heart.

“She’s mine. We’re very happy together.”

Then he beams. But behind the grin is a very subtle threat:

“I love sharing food, clothes, parties… but not her. Try to flirt with her, and I’ll make sure you’re airlifted out of Scarabia by carpet.”

Later, he twirls you into a hug and giggles:

“People keep asking if you’re single! It must be hard being so amazing~”

Silver

Silver’s sleepy, peaceful demeanor makes people forget that he’s a trained knight. So when someone casually asks:“Is your girlfriend single?”

He blinks slowly.

“No.”

The word is calm. Flat. But final.

“She’s not single. She’s dating me.”

The person tries to laugh it off, but Silver straightens. A rare flicker of intensity flashes through his gaze.

“She’s kind. And trusting. I’m grateful to be with her. Don’t mistake her warmth for availability.”

Then he leans in slightly, not threatening, but firm.

“Some people in this school think ‘polite’ means ‘interested.’ Don’t be one of them.”

When he tells you later, he’s still calm but there’s a spark of protectiveness in his tone.

“You deserve to be respected whether I’m around or not. But I’ll always be around.”

Cater Diamond

It’s between classes and Cater’s leaning against the wall outside the cafeteria, scrolling on Magicam and humming to himself when someone nudges him.

“Yo, Cater. That girl you’re always posting with—she single?”

He doesn’t even look up at first, thinking maybe he misheard.But the guy repeats it.

Cater pauses mid-scroll.

“Wait, wait, wait.”

He turns, expression unreadable for a split second.

“You’re asking me… if my girlfriend… is single?”

He lets out a short, disbelieving laugh. But his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes now… it’s tight.

He gestures toward the screen of his phone where the latest photo is you hugging him, captioned with “#taken 💕 #mine”.

Then his smile widens, and he throws an arm around the guy’s shoulder in a way too friendly manner.

“She’s not single. Not even close. In fact, she’s absolutely crazy about me~”

His tone is chipper, but there’s a warning tucked just beneath the honey.

“So hey! Just a tip? Maybe scroll through someone’s feed before you start sniffing around their girl, y’know?”

Then Cater pulls back, spinning on his heel like nothing happened, casually waving you over when he sees you approach.

He slings his arm around your waist and pecks your cheek right in front of the poor guy.

“This guy thought you were single. Can you believe that? Pffft~”

As you both walk away, he’s grinning but once you’re alone, he turns serious for a beat.

“You know you’re my everything, right? I don’t care who flirts or who asks dumb questions. As long as you know I’m all in? Nothing else matters.”

He winks, brushing a finger under your chin.

“Though… I might post a few extra couple selfies tonight just to remind people what’s what~”

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I know I messed up the part two but LOOK! I fixed everything here✨

[fear-is-truth]

𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 – nicholas alexander chavez x fem!reader

summary — you’re a rising pop star and best friends with cooper koch. when you visit him on set of “monsters”, he introduces you to his co-star. / wc: 1.9k

tags — fluff. not proofread. english is not my first language

05/16/2024

The warm, late afternoon sun beat down on the set of Monsters: The Lyle and Erik Menendez Story, where the buzz of production crews filled the air. You stepped out of your car, smoothing down your blouse as you made your way through the maze of trailers. You were here to see your friend Cooper Koch, who was playing Erik Menendez in the docuseries. He had invited you to visit him on set, and you hadn’t seen him in months. As you approached the craft services table, a familiar voice called out to you.

“Yo, there she is!” Cooper exclaimed happily, rushing over to scoop you into a bear hug. You laughed, burying your face in his shoulder.

“Hey!” you pull back slightly to get a good look at him. Even in character, with his hair styled in a very 1980s fashion and wearing the sharp suit of Eric Menendez, he still had the lighthearted energy that you adored.

“How’s it going, ‘Erik Menendez’?” He shrugged, letting out a playful sigh. “You know, just emotionally preparing for a murder trial.” He looked around, then nodded his head toward a nearby tent. “Come meet Nicholas. He’s playing my brother.” Following him across the set, you spotted Nicholas sitting alone, flipping through his script. Even off-camera, he looked striking: sharp jawline, dark, neatly styled curls, and an air of seriousness. The fitted suit he wore only added to the whole intense vibe, his features tight with focus.

“Hey Nic,” Cooper called out, breaking the actor’s concentration. “This is y/n l/n, pop sensation and my dear friend. y/n, meet Nicholas—my on-screen brother.”Nicholas stood up, a little stiff, offering you a polite smile and extending his hand. “Hey there, nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” you said, shaking his hand. His grip was firm but quick, his expression serious and distant, almost cold. You let go, your own smile faltering slightly as you glanced at Cooper. Nicholas excused himself almost immediately, returning to his script as if he was still lost in Lyle’s world. You raised an eyebrow at your best friend.

“He always this… serious?” Cooper chuckled. “He’s in serious actor mode right now. Give it time, he’s actually an unbelievable goof once he’s done being all ‘Lyle Menendez on trial.’” You shot him a skeptical look.

.

You ended up visiting the set a few more times that week. Cooper always made you feel welcome, but Nicholas? He was always in the zone—focused, methodical, brooding. There was something almost intimidating about his presence, even though you knew it was probably just him getting into character. But still, it didn’t make for easy conversation.

.

One afternoon, you sat beside Cooper during a break, watching as Nicholas sat a few feet away, quietly reviewing his lines again. You nudged Cooper. “Does Nicholas ever… like, smile? Or even talk off set?” He snorted. “Told you, once he’s out of character, he’s cool. He’s just locked in right now.” You leaned back. “Sure, but it’s been days, and I feel like I’ve barely heard him say more than ten sentences to him. I’m starting to think either he hates me, or he’s got a permanent serious face.” Cooper just grinned. “Give it time. He’ll warm up. Trust me.”

It wasn’t until later in the week that you finally got to see what Cooper had been talking about. It was late, and most of the cast and crew had already cleared out for the day. You were waiting for Cooper to finish up with a quick scene when you noticed Nicholas walking toward you, hands shoved into the pockets of his suit pants. He plopped down on the bench next to you, and he looked worn out, his usually composed expression softening as he leaned back and let out a sigh.

“Long day?” You asked. He laughed dryly, a sound that was low and tired before replying. “You have no idea.” He looked over at you, and for the first time, his face softened. “I feel like I owe you an apology.” You blinked. “for what?”

“For being… distant. Weird. Cold, even,” he said, running a hand through his dark curls. “I wasn’t trying to be rude. I just… I needed to focus.” You frowned. “On the role?”

“Yeah, on the role… but also, I just went through a breakup,” he admitted, his eyes flicking to the ground as if saying it out loud made it harder to hold back. “I was kind of using that energy to dive into Lyle’s head. You know, put it all in the work. I didn’t want to get distracted. Especially not by… well, by a pretty girl on set.”

You raised an eyebrow, feeling a strange warmth creep into your chest. “A pretty girl?” Nicholas gave a small, sheepish smile, finally meeting your gaze. “Yeah. You.”

“Wow,” you said, pretending to be offended as you put on a mock-serious tone. “So what, you’re saying you don’t hate me? Or my music?”

His eyes widened, panic flashing in them. “No! God, no. I don’t hate you, and I definitely don’t hate your music.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s not it at all. I just… didn’t want to get in my own way, you know? Especially after the breakup. I thought if I let myself get distracted, I’d fuck everything up. But it’s been eating at me. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I was pushing you away.”

The honesty in his voice surprised you.“I get it. I really do. I’m just glad it wasn’t personal. I was starting to think maybe you thought I was annoying. That you hate me or my music.” He grinned, visibly relaxing for the first time. “Trust me, neither. I’ve actually been dying to talk to you, but I’m terrible at switching gears. It’s hard for me to get out of character when we’re filming.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” you teased lightly, nudging him with your shoulder. “I guess I’ll take that as a compliment. Being a distraction doesn’t sound too bad.”

He laughed, the tension finally lifting between you both. “You’re more than a distraction. That’s why it’s been so hard to focus around you.”

Suddenly, the distance that had been between you two these past few days didn’t seem so far anymore.

“Friends?” you asked, extending your hand. He smiled, shaking your hand firmly but gently.

“Friends. For now.”

After that conversation, your dynamic with Nicholas shifted dramatically. What started as a tense, awkward distance between you two morphed into something much warmer. You found yourselves hanging out more, both on and off set. Cooper would tease the two of you endlessly, claiming he was the reason for your sudden ‘best friend’ status.

You quickly realized how sweet Nic was—thoughtful, always paying attention to the smallest details. Whenever you sat around with the cast, he’d ask if you wanted a snack or offer you his jacket when the set AC was too cold.

It became this easy, light friendship. But there was something else there. You knew it, and by the way his gaze would linger on you when you laughed or the casual touches that became more frequent, you had a feeling he knew it too.

Then one day, as you were scrolling mindlessly through social media, you saw your name trending—again. Your new album had just hit the charts a week ago, and it was all anyone could talk about. One song in particular, a love song that was a bit more sentimental than your usual style, had skyrocketed to number one on Billboard. Everyone was dissecting it, trying to figure out who it was about, but you’d stayed quiet. Part of you wasn’t even sure if you’d admit it, especially to the person it was written about.

That night, you were at Nicholas’s place at the hotel for a small get-together with some of the cast and crew. The two of you had slipped away to the balcony for some fresh air, away from the noise and chatter inside.

“So…” he started, leaning against the railing with a crooked smile. “I, uh, listened to your album. Pretty much the whole thing.” You looked up at him, grinning. “Oh? What’s the verdict?” “It’s incredible, honestly,” he said, sounding genuine. But then, he hesitated, his gaze flickering to yours. “But there’s this one song—uh, the last one? ‘Silver Linings?’” He raised an eyebrow, clearly fishing for something. You felt your heart skip a beat. Of course he’d pick that song. “Yeah?” you said, trying to sound nonchalant, even though your stomach was doing flips. You knew where this was going. “What about it?”

“Well… I might be totally off-base here, but… the lyrics…” He trailed off, his cheeks growing into five shades of pink. “I mean. Call me crazy but, was that song… about me?” Of course he would pick up on it. You hadn’t exactly been subtle in your songwriting, but you didn’t expect him to ask about it, especially like this. He had that hopeful, boyish grin on his face now, like he was waiting for you to admit it.

And honestly? You were tired of dancing around it.

Instead of answering, you closed the space between you, pressing your lips to his. Nicholas reacted instantly, his hand slipping to the back of your neck as he deepened the kiss, pulling you closer. His other hand rested on your waist, grounding you in the moment as your body melted into his. There was something so gentle yet eager about the way he kissed you—like he’d been holding back for so long and finally allowed himself to let go. His thumb brushed the nape of your neck, sending pleasant jolts of anticipation down your spine and warmth in your stomach. When you finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours. You stared up at him, breathless, fingers still clutching his shirt. “Does that answer your question?”

present day

Nicholas was lying beside you, both of you in matching pink pyjamas, that he’d insisted on getting when you went shopping together. You were curled up in the crook of his arm, head resting on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath. His fingers absentmindedly traced shapes on your arm, the simple motion soothing.

“You know,” he began, his voice soft in the quiet, vast room, “I never thought I’d be the kind of guy to wear matching hello kitty pyjamas with my girlfriend.”

At this, you laughed, lifting your head to look at your boyfriend. “Don’t act like you didn’t pick these out.” “Fine,” he conceded, brushing a hand through his messy curls. “I did. But only because you look cute in them.”

“Right, because that’s why you’re wearing them too?”

“I wear them because I’m committed to the bit,” he joked, pulling you closer so he could press a kiss to the top of your head. Nestling back against his chest, you let out a soft sigh. “Do you ever think about when we can stop hiding this? Us?” his fingers stilled their movements and rested on your arm. “Yeah, I think about it a lot too,” he admitted. “But… we’ll get there. We’ll figure it out.”

“I know… It’s just so hard sometimes.” You whined. He must have sensed the frustration your tone because he pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose, “I know, baby.” His voice was soft, soothing. “But until then, I get to have you all to myself, like this.” Nicholas smirked, brushing his thumb along your bottom lip. “Not the worst deal.”

MLIST.  fear-is-truth 2024 — all rights reserved. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarise my content.

[wcnderlnds]

greenlight | choi seung-hyun (t.o.p)

・❥・ summary: you're a virgin, he's had the patience of a saint but on a night out at a party you end up on his lap and Seunghyun just has to tease you mercilessly. ・❥・word count: 2.3k ・❥・warnings: 18+. smut. thigh riding, dirty talk, teasing, swearing. female reader. ・❥・ authors note: hey yo this is a new series of seunghyun and virgin!reader going through the motions. enjoy!!

The music in the club blasted out through the speakers, the sound echoing off the walls, almost making the entire building shake. Clubs weren’t usually your scene, mostly opting to stay inside and bask in the comfort of your own apartment. Unfortunately, dating a famous K-Pop star meant parties were aplenty and being the ever doting girlfriend, you always attended to support your man. Seunghyun was your heart and soul — you would do anything for that man. The one saving factor was that he wasn’t that into them either. Usually, he’d spend about an hour mingling, talking to people before he found a quiet corner to sit down in.

That’s where you found him.

To celebrate the release of MADE, YG had decided to throw a party. Anyone who was anyone was there. BigBang were his babies, his money makers so, of course, YG went all out. There wasn’t a penny spared — hiring out the best club in Korea for the night and an open bar for the whole evening. A bunch of pop stars and free alcohol? A disaster waiting to happen. Not for you, though. You’d only had maybe two glasses of wine, wanting to keep a clear head knowing that your boyfriend was a weakling and be passed out after a few drinks.

He couldn’t have proved you more wrong. As you spotted him in the corner, his jacket unbuttoned, showing off the black shirt he was wearing, he still had the half glass of wine you’d seen him with earlier. Your heels clicked along the floor as you made your way over to him in his secluded corner, your hands smoothing out the tight black dress you had on making sure you weren’t giving anyone a view they didn’t deserve.

Seunghyun eyes glanced up just in time, raking appreciatively over your body as you walked towards him. The way your cleavage was spilling out over the top of your dress, the way your hips swayed with your walk — it was enough to drive any man crazy. His tongue swiped over his bottom lip as he checked you out, already shifting in his seat as he felt the blood rushing straight between his legs.

The only thing stopping him from pouncing on you was that you were a virgin. Seunghyun had been the perfect gentleman, never pressuring you into anything and waiting until you were ready but that didn’t mean it wasn’t torture for him. There were so many nights he’d had to take things into his own hands (literally) and pleasure himself to the thought of you. How could he not? You were the hottest, goddamn thing alive in his eyes. But, for you, he had the patience of a saint. It would happen when it happened and he was more than willing to come along for the journey. Knowing that he would probably be the first man to have you, to claim you? It turned him on more than he could even put into words.

“Hey, good lookin’, you come here often?” He smirked. The drink in his hand was placed on the table in front of him as he leaned forward, his hand reaching out to tug you towards him.

A giggle filled the air between you as you fell onto his lap. You landed with your leg between his, straddling one of his thighs. Seunghyun’s hands flew to your hips to stop you from tumbling any more than you had. You were exactly where he wanted you. To steady yourself, your hands rested on his shoulders, slowly snaking their way around his neck. Fingers toyed with the pink hair at the nape of his neck sending a shiver down his spine. A simple touch from you could turn him to putty.

“Hmm, only when my very talented and handsome boyfriend is celebrating one of his many achievements,” you leaned forward, lips meeting his for a brief moment. Seunghyun’s eyes closed at the feeling, lost in the taste of you even if it was only for a split second.

Then something happened.

A soft gasp.

You had shifted on his lap to get more comfortable, accidentally grinding yourself against the denim of his black jeans. Your dress being as short as it was meant not only did you grind on him but it was through the very thin material of your panties, too. As soon as the sound left your mouth, his eyes snapped open.

He needed to hear that again.

“What was that?” He teased, cocking his head to the side.

“Nothing,” your cheeks flushed pink which, of course, he caught on to immediately. Oh, this was going to be fun.

He left it for a moment, trying to find the right second to strike. As you got more comfortable, he tried to act nonchalant and not like he was forming a plan to hear that pretty little sound to come out of your mouth again. When he felt your body relax, your fingers twirling his hair around your finger as you looked at him with a sweet smile, it was time to strike.

He bounced his leg lightly. Then again with a little more force and that’s when he saw it — the way you bit your bottom lip, adjusting yourself on his thigh. So, acting like he had no idea what he was doing, he kept bouncing his leg. One particularly hard bounce gave him exactly what he was wanted.

A moan.

It was like music to his ears. The prettiest sound he’d ever heard in his life. If he could play that on a loop, he’d be a happy man.

“You okay, princess?” He leaned in, his voice a deep, seductive whisper in your ear. His teeth lightly tugged on your earlobe, unable to help himself now that he had you this close.

“Mhm,” you nodded, afraid if you said anything else, you might actually moan louder. It wasn’t intentional, you couldn’t help it but it felt so good. The throbbing in your pussy becoming harder to ignore especially when he was whispering in your ear.

“I think my innocent girl isn’t so innocent after all.” His fingers dug into your hips, slowly but surely pulling you gently back and forth against his leg. “You like that, don’t you, princess? Like the way it feels?”

“Yes,” you breathed, gaining the courage to move your hips along with his guidance.

“Good girl, follow my lead. I’ve got you. Take what you need. I’m at your mercy.”

It was almost embarrassing how wet you were from just a few movements and the words spilling from your boyfriend’s mouth. You’d never heard him talk like this before, it was new and it was one of the hottest things you’d ever heard. The most you two had done was makeout, maybe some heavy touching but that had been it. This was a new step.

With his encouragement, you rocked against him a little faster, your arms anchoring around his neck for support. Seunghyun watched you, his eyes dark and intense. His cock twitched, he knew you could probably feel it, the hard outline brushing against your leg but he didn’t care. He wanted you to know the effect you had on him.

Your dress had now bunched up, Seunghyun’s hands luckily covering up any of your skin that might be showing. Not that anyone would see. You were both far secluded away from anyone else — the rest of the partygoers too consumed in their own business to care about what you were doing.

“Seunghyun,” you whimpered needily. He scratched his earlier thought — you whimpering his name like that was what he wanted to hear on repeat. His hips bucked up, trying to add more pressure for you.

“Look at you, fucking yourself against my thigh in the middle of a public place. My sweet, innocent girl. I bet you’re soaking right now, aren’t you? I bet you’re fuckin’ dripping, princess.” Seunghyun brought one of his hands up to tangle in your hair, pulling you in to crash his lips against yours. His tongue traced along your bottom lip, begging for entry. He bounced his leg up hard, causing you to gasp and he took that as his opportunity to stick his tongue inside your mouth. He kissed you like a man possessed, his other hand now moving from your hip, to slide up between your legs. He knew he was flying too close to the sun, maybe you weren’t ready for him to touch you like that but with the way you were grinding against him like your life depended on it, he figured he’d try,

“Can I?” He mumbled against your lips, almost panting — he had to ask for consent, he’d never do anything otherwise. He could see the hesitation in your eyes, the flicker of doubt. “I won’t do anything, baby, I just want to see how wet you are, show you how better it can feel.”

You nodded and he wasted no time. His fingers found your panties, pulling them to the side. His index finger swiped gently along your slit, sliding through it with ease thanks to how wet you were. His eyes almost rolled to the back of his head at the feeling, your breathy moan going straight to his aching cock. He was definitely going to have to excuse himself after this to take care of his little problem. He was so hard it was bordering on painful but your pleasure was his priority. This was new for you, a big step and he wanted you to know that forever and always, you were his priority.

He brought his finger up to his lips, tilting your head to look at him as he sucked on the digit, your sweet taste enveloping his taste buds. “Fuck, princess, I can’t wait for the day I can bury my head between your legs and taste your sweet, little pussy properly.”

He kissed you again so you could taste yourself on his lips. His hands found his way back to your hips, a mischievous glint in his eye when he pulled back. “Be a good girl and move against me just like I showed you now that your panties aren’t in the way.”

The way you obeyed him was immediate. It was the way he called you a good girl — something about it made you want to please him, to hear him praise you even more. Praise kink unlocked, maybe? You slid your hips against him again, the fabric of his jeans now rubbing against your bare pussy, the feeling causing you to moan louder than before. Seunghyun watched entranced, his eyes darting down to watch the wild way your hips were now bucking against him. He couldn’t help himself, his hands sliding back to squeeze your ass, pulling you against him harder. It was so tempting to give you a quick spank but you definitely weren’t ready for that yet.

“Seunghyun… I’m…” you gasped as you felt that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach. You’d touched yourself before, you knew what an orgasm was but this felt more intense, like it was barreling towards you and you couldn’t stop it. You buried your head in his neck, hiding your face from him.

No, he wasn’t having any of that.

“Nuh-uh,” he said as he pulled your head away from his neck. God, you looked ravishing. Your cheeks tinted pink, eyes full of lust as your kiss swollen lips gasped and moaned just for him. “Does my good girl want to cum? That’s okay, baby. Cum for me. I want to see you fucking lose it.”

His deep, raspy voice saying those words as he watched you, made you lose it. Your body tensing, pussy clenching around nothing as your orgasm washed over you. “Fuck, Seunghyun.” Your needy moan of his name as you reached your peak, knowing he was the one that had got you there, almost made him bust a load in his pants. Almost.

“Good girl.” He peppered your face in kisses, his grip on your hips gentling. “You did so good for me.”

He finally let you hide your head in the crook of his neck, his hand running up and down your back in a soothing motion. Your voice was a mumble against his skin when you spoke. “I can’t believe I just did that, oh my God.”

Seunghyun chuckled breathlessly. “Neither can I but it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He shifted in place and that’s when you felt it finally, his hard length pressing tightly against the fabric of his jeans. You peered up to glanced down. He caught where you eyes were looking and shook his head, using his finger to tilt you back up to look at him. “Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself. I just care about you. Did you like that?”

“Yeah. I liked it a lot. I liked the way you were talking to me.”

“You like dirty talk, huh? Let me make a mental note of it.”

“You’re the worst,” you rolled your eyes playfully, your fingers pulling your panties back in place, skimming over the wet patch on his jeans. “Oh. I’m sorry. I made a mess of your jeans.”

“I couldn’t give a shit. Nobody will notice anyway and if they do, I’ll just say I spilled wine on myself, no biggie,” he cupped your cheek. “I’m so proud of you. Whenever you want to do anything like that again, you just let me know and I’ll be more than happy to assist.”

“Let me make a mental note of that,” you mocked his words from earlier. He just smirked, suddenly standing, picking you up and placing you down where he’d just been sat. “Where you going?”

“I have something to take care of.”

You blushed furiously knowing exactly what he meant. He shot a wink your way. “Don’t worry, I’ll be thinking of you.”

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[calypso-rt]

HELLO SO some stuff is happening to me rn with my frat boy friend and it gave me an idea for a fic 🙈 Could you do a Frat boy! Rafe x Reader that are just friends and he needs a date for his date function, so he asks her? the theme/idea for the date function is that they get handcuffed to each other for the night and they have to drink a bottle of champagne. Definitely flirty friendship (w lotsa tension) but up to u whether anything actually happens or not!

Love love love your works! 🫶

Cuffing Season

-> Frat!Rafe x Reader

-> A/N: this has been sitting in the drafts for AGESSS but it's out. thank you @rafeycameronsgf for such a fun idea

You’re halfway through a paper on political theory when your phone buzzes.

Rafe 😕:

yo u home? emergency. need you.

You sigh. Glance at the clock. 6:47 p.m.

Another buzz.

i’m outside

You blink.

Sure enough, two minutes later: knock knock knock on your door.

You open it, and there he is. Backward hat. Faded hoodie. Grinning like the devil.

“Hey, genius,” he says easily. “You busy tonight?”

You fold your arms. “You’re aware it’s Thursday and I have three papers due.”

He smirks. “Perfect. Then you’ll need a break.”

“Rafe.”

“Listen.” He leans against your doorframe. “I need a date.”

You blink. “Excuse me?”

“For the function. The handcuff one.”

You stare. “The what?”

He grins. “It’s stupid. Whole theme is we all get cuffed to our date and have to do challenges together. Drinking games. Obstacle courses. Whatever. My original date bailed. But 's for the best since you’re the only person I trust to win me that title, anyway.”

You raise an eyebrow. “And what makes you think I’d say yes?”

He flashes that dangerous smile, the one you’ve seen melt half the campus. "Because you secretly love chaos. And you haven’t been out in weeks."

He’s not wrong. You’ve been buried in your books. And you do like chaos... on your own terms.

Rafe leans in slightly, voice low. "Come on. You know you’ll run circles around these people. I’ll even buy you all your drinks."

You narrow your eyes. "You’re really desperate, huh?"

He smirks. "I’m asking you, aren’t I?"

And despite yourself, despite the very obvious implications of being handcuffed to Rafe Cameron for an entire night, something in your stomach flips.

You sigh. "Fine. But if you annoy me, I’m taking the key and leaving you cuffed to Topper"

His grin turns downright wicked. "Deal."

...

You almost forget why you agreed to this. Until you’re standing in front of the mirror, trying to decide just how good to look.

You’re not a regular at the frat scene. You watch it happen from the edges. You’ve seen Rafe in his element: confident, loud, magnetic, and you’ve always been the one with a knowing smirk in the back of the room, drink in hand, unbothered.

But tonight… cuffed to him?

You smirk to yourself and pick the dress, the one you reserve for nights you want to be remembered.

By the time you’re done, your hair falls in soft waves, your lipstick is a shade deeper than your usual, and your phone buzzes again:

Rafe 😕:

outside. don’t make me come drag you out 👀

You grab your jacket and head downstairs.

When you step out, you spot him leaning against his car, blue jeans, black tee, hands in his pockets.

And when he sees you?

His entire posture changes.

His smirk falters for half a second, like he wasn’t prepared. Then it comes back twice as cocky, but his eyes drag over you like they’re memorizing the view.

“Holy shit,” he says low. “You’re gonna be the reason half this party cries tonight.”

You cock your head. “That good, huh?”

He pushes off the car, crossing the distance in two easy steps. His voice drops. “Better. You’re dangerous like this.”

Your breath catches, just for a second, but you recover fast. “You’re the one who asked for this.”

“Trust me,” he says, leaning in, voice like velvet, “I’ve been wanting an excuse.”

Before you can question that statement, he holds out his hand, handing you some handcuffs. “Cuff me, genius.”

You roll your eyes but your fingers tremble slightly as you fasten the cuff to his wrist, then your own. The click feels louder than it should. When you glance up, his gaze is already on your mouth.

“Ready?” he murmurs.

You lift your chin. “Try to keep up.”

The frat house is already buzzing when you pull up. Bass thumping, bodies moving, lights spinning.

Rafe slides out of the car and pulls you with him, the chain between your wrists forcing you closer than you mean to be.

“You good?” he asks quietly, thumb brushing your knuckles, an excuse, probably, to touch you.

You nod. “I can handle a party.”

“Yeah?” His grin turns wicked. “Can you handle being cuffed to me all night?”

You smirk. “Don’t tempt me.”

Inside, people immediately turn. Rafe Cameron, cuffed to you? It draws attention. Whispers. Stares. He eats it up, throwing an arm around your shoulders, pulling you through the crowd with easy arrogance, but you can feel it: the tension in the way he holds you a little too close, the way his fingers flex against your side.

“Didn’t know you had this in you,” he says against your ear when you pass a particularly wide-eyed group of sorority girls.

You glance up at him, eyes glittering. “You clearly haven’t been paying enough attention.”

He stops walking, just for a beat, turns so you’re facing him, closer than close.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he says softly, voice a little rougher now. “You have no idea how much attention I pay.”

Your pulse kicks.

Before you can answer, someone calls your names for the first challenge.

Rafe smirks. “Guess we’ll see if you can really handle me tonight.”

And with that, he tugs you toward the center of the room, handcuffed, heart racing, wondering how in the hell you’re going to survive this night without letting him see how much you already want more.

...

“Cameron! Y/N! You’re up!”

You glance at Rafe, raising a brow. “Remind me again why I said yes to this?”

He grins. “Because you like winning.”

Fair enough.

They call you both to the center of the room where a long folding table is set up, shot glasses in a neat row, alternating liquids. Some tequila, some water, some vinegar (to mess with you), some mystery shots that smell dangerous.

The challenge: One hand each. One person drinks, the other handles the refills. Fastest pair wins.

Rafe looks down at your cuffed hands, then back up at you, eyes glinting. “Guess that’s me and you, superstar.”

You smirk. “Just don’t slow me down.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” He leans in close, voice a dark drawl. “Try to keep up.”

The countdown starts. 3… 2… 1… GO!

From the first second, you two are locked in. Seamless.

Rafe flips the first shot toward you with perfect timing. You down it, slam the glass. He grabs the next one, fluid and fast. When it’s his turn to drink, your grip is already on the next glass, waiting.

People start cheering when they see how fast you move.

“Holy shit, look at them!” someone shouts.

But you barely hear them, your whole world is narrowed to the heat of Rafe’s body next to yours, his breath in your ear every time he leans in, the sharp glint of focus in his eyes when he watches you.

“Atta girl,” he murmurs after you knock back a brutal shot without flinching. His hand squeezes yours under the table, fleeting, electric.

You smirk. “Thought you said I couldn’t handle you.”

He laughs, a low, wicked sound. “You might be the only one who can.”

Another round, faster now, you and Rafe moving in perfect sync, like this is a game you’ve been playing forever. The cuffs force you close, shoulders pressed, legs bumping, heat building in every unspoken glance.

By the time you slam the last glass down, the whole room is roaring.

“WINNERS!” someone shouts.

Rafe grins wide, breathless, and turns to you, eyes bright, chest heaving from adrenaline and tequila.

Without thinking, he grabs your cuffed hand and lifts it over your heads, triumphant. “Dream team, baby.”

You’re grinning too, heart racing, not from the win, but from the way he’s looking at you now. Not like a friend. Not like a teammate.

Like a guy who’s been trying to hold it together all night, and who’s about five seconds away from forgetting you’re supposed to be "just friends."

...

The night blurs in a whirl of heat and music and too many shots. You lose count after the third round of challenges, the cuffs feel like part of you now, the weight of Rafe’s hand in yours a constant, grounding thing.

At some point, the crowd thins. People disappear to rooms, to Ubers, to dark corners.

You and Rafe end up collapsed on the beat-up couch in the sunroom, fairy lights flickering, music muffled now, the air cooler against flushed skin.

You’re both giggling at something stupid, an earlier challenge, the fact that you managed to win two rounds in a row even though you’re swaying slightly now. Rafe leans back, head tipped against the wall, eyes half-lidded and fond.

“You’re trouble, y’know that?” he says, voice low and lazy.

You nudge him with your knee. “Me? You’re the one who handcuffed me to you for four hours.”

He grins, tipsy and lopsided. “Best decision I’ve made in a while.”

You should laugh it off. Should tease him back. But something in the way he says it, too soft, too sincere, catches you.

You glance at him, heart thudding a little too fast. “Rafe..?"

He turns his head, meeting your gaze fully now, no smirk, no cocky edge. Just warmth. “Yeah?”

You swallow. The words come out before you can stop them. “I think I… might kinda like you.”

Silence.

Then he exhales a soft, shaky laugh. Runs a hand through his hair. “Jesus, Y/N.”

Your stomach drops. “I shouldn’t have said—”

“No, no.” He grabs your cuffed hand gently, thumb brushing over your skin. His voice is rough with something like relief. “I’ve liked you since forever.”

You blink. “What.”

“I mean it.” He shifts closer, forehead nearly touching yours now. You can feel his breath, warm and smelling faintly of mint and tequila. “But I wasn’t gonna screw it up. Not with you.”

Your pulse is a wild thing in your chest.

“I don’t want this to be because we’re drunk,” he says softly. “Or because we’re cuffed and everyone else is gone.”

You nod, throat tight. “Me neither.”

He studies you for a long moment, eyes searching, reverent. Then slowly, carefully, he leans in and presses the gentlest kiss to your cheek.

Soft. Steady. Like a promise.

When he pulls back, his voice is barely a whisper. “When we’re sober. I want our first kiss.”

You can’t speak, just squeeze his hand in silent agreement. And there you stay, tangled together on the couch, cuffed and incredibly drunk, hearts racing, two idiots too fond of each other to move.

But finally, finally, knowing you’ll get the moment right when the time comes.

[hotchlve]

“I was mad at you because you shaved And honestly? “Vailed”.

Beard!Hotch X FemOC!reader SUMMARY— For the Beared!Hotch girlies this one’s for us

reader gets upset when Hotch shaves his beard , but she freaks out when he grows it back just for her ..

Genre : Beard!Hotch , angst , silly , comfort ,: warnings : angst , hurt , comfort , reader gets really upset with Hotch about his beard even tho she knows it’s silly . WC: 1.8k

Author notes : I loved writing this honestly because I loved bearded Hotch in needed him in longer scenes.

I hope you enjoy this please be kind if you don’t like it please don’t tell me .. I’m still doing my best as I go long .

@ssamorganhotchner @kiwriteswords @alinathinkstoomuch



It wasn’t anything big—that was the most annoying part.

There wasn’t a fight. There wasn’t a misstep. Hotch didn’t snap at you or give you the cold shoulder or overlook something important you'd said in the field.

No. He just shaved his damn beard.

And for some reason… that hurt a little more than you expected.

It wasn’t even technically a beard, if we’re being honest. More like rugged stubble—a beard in progress. But it had been glorious. It softened his face just enough to make the constant intensity feel warm instead of sharp. It made you look at him and, stupidly, think of things like Sunday mornings. Blankets and coffee and softness you had no business associating with your boss, of all people.

And then he walked into the bullpen that morning with a fresh shave and a casual, “Morning,” like he hadn’t just destroyed your will to function.

You barely looked up. Just muttered, “Hey,” and stared way too hard at your coffee.

Hotch paused. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Fine.”

You didn’t look at him. Couldn’t.

Because if you did, he’d probably be able to read it on your face, the same way he always could. You could already feel him trying to analyze you like a case file. His gaze lingered longer than normal, but eventually, he walked off, clearly a little confused.

You figured it would pass. It was just a beard, for God’s sake. Get over it. Be normal. Move on.

Except… you didn’t.

You stayed weird about it for days.

You found yourself in Garcia’s office mid-week, venting like a lunatic.

“I’m mad because he shaved,” you whispered.

Penelope blinked at you. “Wait. Hotch?”

You groaned and dropped your head onto her desk. “Yes. It’s so dumb, I know, but he looked so good with the beard. Like... rugged FBI lumberjack. I was thriving.”

She leaned closer, totally unbothered. “That’s not dumb. That beard had presence. I would’ve trusted him to chop wood and also hold my heart.”

You laughed miserably. “Exactly. And now it’s just... gone. Without warning.”

“You sound personally betrayed.”— Garcia says ..

“I am.”— you replied..

You didn’t know Hotch had walked by her office right then. Or that he’d paused. Or that he’d heard just enough to leave him... well. Thinking.

That Friday, after most of the team had gone home, he approached your desk again.

“You’ve been a little off lately,” he said gently. “More than usual. Did I do something?”

You looked up at him—clean-shaven, gorgeous, concerned—and immediately panicked.

“No,” you blurted. “No, not at all.”

He hesitated. “Because I overheard something. Earlier. In Garcia’s office.”

You froze.

He tilted his head, a flicker of amusement starting to pull at the corner of his mouth. “You were upset… because I shaved?”

You covered your face. “Oh my God.”

“I didn’t realize it mattered.”

“You looked amazing,” you admitted, voice muffled behind your hands. “I know it’s dumb. But the beard—it was a moment, okay?”

When you finally looked back up at him, he was smiling. Actually smiling. That soft, barely-there smile that felt like a private secret between the two of you.

“If it makes you feel any better,” he said, “I can grow it back.”

Your heart did a very stupid, very noticeable flip.

“Really?”

“If it makes you smile again, yeah.”

You grinned. “It’s working already.”

Two weeks later, you were trying to hold your life together on the BAU jet, and failing.

He was sitting across from you. With the beard. Full force.

It was back. And somehow better than before.

And he was not doing you any favors by leaning back in his seat, flipping through a case file like he didn’t know exactly what he was doing to you.

Garcia caught your eye from across the aisle, smirked, and mouthed, Control yourself.

You glared. She raised her brows. You pretended not to care. Badly.

By the time the case wrapped and you were back in the conference room for a quick debrief, you were barely hanging on.

“Any questions before we wrap?” Hotch asked, glancing around.

You—for some unknown reason—raised your hand.

His eyes flicked to you, a little surprised. “Yes?”

You immediately panicked. “No. Sorry. I—uh. I thought I had one.”

He tilted his head just slightly, that little smirk back again. “Alright.

The rest of the team filtered out, but you stayed behind a few seconds too long. And he noticed.

“You noticed it was back,” he said softly.

You turned to him. He was closer than you thought. Close enough to smell his aftershave—clean, warm, a little woodsy. It made everything worse.

Or better. You hadn’t decided yet.

“Of course I noticed,” you murmured. “I think the whole building noticed.”

He laughed under his breath. “You’re not mad at me anymore, then?”

“No,” you said, smiling despite yourself. “I think you made up for it.”

He hesitated—just for a second—and then said, a little quieter, “You know… I liked that you noticed.”

You looked up at him, heart thudding.

“I didn’t expect it,” he continued. “But it meant something. Having someone… see me that way.”

You swallowed. “I always see you, Hotch.”

There was a pause. The air shifted. Something warm moved between you, quiet and unspoken.

“Would you maybe let me take you to dinner?” he asked. “Not as your boss. Just me. With the beard—if that’s your preference.”

You laughed, heart full, eyes soft.

“Definitely with the beard.”

The restaurant was quiet. Warm lighting. A little rustic. The kind of place you’d always thought Hotch would like—refined, but not flashy. Classy but grounded. It made sense that he picked it.

What didn’t make sense was how surreal it all felt. You, sitting across from him. Not in the bullpen. Not on a jet. But here. On a date.

You were trying to play it cool. Not stare too much. Not fidget. Not make it obvious that you’d spent twenty full minutes choosing your outfit and then another ten wondering if he’d still have the beard when he showed up.

“He did. And somehow, it looked even better outside the fluorescent hell of Quantico lighting.

He’d traded his usual suit for a dark sweater and jacket. Still Hotch, still composed—but something about it felt... softer. Realer. And he was looking at you like he’d been waiting for this just as long as you had.

Dinner went smoother than you expected. Easy conversation, quiet laughs, tiny stolen glances that lingered longer than they probably should have.

But it wasn’t until you were walking out to the parking lot together that the nerves kicked back in. The “what now” part of the evening. You stood by your car, keys in hand, not quite ready to leave.

Hotch shifted slightly beside you, his voice low. “This was nice.”

You nodded. “Yeah. It really was.”

A pause. Then—

“I was nervous,” he admitted, glancing over. “It’s been a long time since I’ve done this.”

You looked at him, surprised. “You were nervous? You’re Aaron Hotchner.”

He huffed a quiet laugh. “Exactly.”

You smiled. And before you could stop yourself, the words just came out:

“Can I touch it?”

He blinked. “Touch what?”

“The beard,” you said, suddenly self-conscious. “I just—I’ve been so good, okay? I haven’t stared that much, and I didn’t say anything during dinner even though it looks amazing, and I feel like I deserve—”

He took a step closer. “Yes.”

Your words caught in your throat.

“Yes?” you repeated.

He leaned down, just a little, his voice low and warm. “You can touch it.”

You reached out slowly, hand brushing along his jaw, fingers lightly grazing the soft edges of his beard. It was warm. Soft but scruffy. He tilted his head slightly, letting you trace your thumb along the line of it.

“Wow,” you whispered. “This is dangerous.”

He smiled. Really smiled. “That’s what you were mad about?”

“You say that like it wasn’t devastating.”

“I didn’t realize it meant that much.”

You met his eyes, hand still gently resting along his jaw. “It kind of did.”

And maybe it was the way you said it. Or the way you were looking at him like he was something you wanted to keep. But suddenly, his hand was at your waist, and he was leaning in, slowly, giving you time to stop him.

You didn’t.

His lips brushed against yours—soft, sure, just enough pressure to leave you breathless. And when he pulled back, you stayed close, forehead resting against his.

“So,” you whispered, “beard stays?”

He smirked. “If it gets me kissed like that? It’s never going anywhere.”

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Hey I have a request!!

Capitol!Reader is from a rich and wealthy family which makes her an eligible wife for Snow who is in his second year as president which makes him 24. Reader is just about to turn 18 and she’s still in the academy. She’s being forced into a marriage the moment she is of age (18) but she very much dislikes Coriolanus. She is forced to hang out with him but she is sometimes a brat to him because she loathes him, she does not love him. The day she turns 18, Snow waits outside of the academy for her with white roses but she gets furious that he’s at her school infront of everyone and everyone now knows that they sale courting each other. She causes a scene (up to you what happens) and snow becomes incredibly mad at her. Honestly would love to see dark!coriolanus.

Thank you! Btw I love your fics sm 😭 I’ve been here since you started writing house of the dragon fics!

Fallen Roses || Young President! Coriolanus Snow x Capitol!Reader

A/n: Thank you so much for this request! And thank you for sticking with me through my changes 😂

Warnings: possessive snow?

Wc:

Coriolanus Snow Masterlist

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

“He’s in his second year as President, and he needs a wife. You are perfect for it, y/n.” Your mothers whispers harshly to you as you sat there, arms crossed, looking to the side. You had been called out of High Biology and into Dr. Gaul's office.

"I don't want to be his wife! I don't even know him!" You argue back to your mother as her face stiffens and her eyes darken. You gulp. "Listen here, daughter. When you turn 18 in a couple of days, you will marry President Snow whether you like it or not. You will have the honor of becoming the First Lady of Panem. Be grateful that you have this opportunity. Do not ruin this for us!" Your mother fires back.

Dr. Gaul sits across the desk from the two of you, watching as mother and daughter fight. "There is something you must understand Miss Y/L/N, Coriolanus Snow picked you himself to be his wife. That is the most highest honour he could ever give. You will live in the Presidential Mansion with him, not lift a single finger, and bask in your riches-" You loudly scoff.

"Hell sounds better than that," You spat in annoyance as you could see your mother shooting daggers your way from your peripheral vision. That was not the life that you wanted to have for yourself in the future. Your life right now was worse. You hated being the centre of attention; although that could never be avoided due to your high status, your parents, and your enormous wealth.

You were grateful without a doubt, but you'd rather give away your riches to people who actually needed it. You hated being forced into events, wearing outfits that were far too uncomfortable, making conversation about the weather and whatnot. It was not your cup of tea even though you were brought up with this kind of lifestyle your entire life. The thought of doing that all over again but as the second most important person in all of Panem? That would be absolute torture.

Dr. Gaul sighs, looking at your mother before closing her mouth again. You liked to argue and shut people up, and you were pretty darn good at it. "President Snow will be here shortly to meet you. I hope you show him the respect that he well deserves." She gives you a knowing look as you roll your eyes.

"Great," You mutter under your breath. The three of your all sat in his office in silence for a few minutes before the door opened behind you. Your mother and Dr. Gaul stand up to greet the President as you stayed sitting, staring at the wall behind Dr. Gaul.

"President Snow," Your mother greets him in her sickly fake voice that you hear every time you are at social events. "Coraline, lovely to see you again," You hear him say as you feel him move closer to you and your mother as he kisses her cheek.

"Dr. Gaul, always lovely to see you," He shakes her hand, "As to you Mr. Snow," She chuckles. Then it was silent. You were still sat in your seat. You could tell Snow was staring at you. "Y/n, it's lovely to finally meet you. I have heard so much about you." You lightly chuckle, turning your head to look up at him.

"Wish I could say the same," You remark, "Now can I leave? I really don't want to be missing out on the lesson," Your eyes move to your mother and Dr. Gaul. "Your schedule has been cleared for the whole day Miss Y/l/n, you will instead, accompany President Snow to his home," Dr. Gaul exaplains.

"What?" You sit up in your seat, hands gripping the arms tightly as they turn white. "You want me to be alone with him?" "You're going to have to get used to it, sweetheart." Snow chuckles behind you as you grip the arms even tighter, your knuckles turning white. "Y/n." Your mother sternly says as you let out a sigh from your nose.

"This is ridiculous, you can't force me into this!" You yell at your mother, "She can't. But I most certainly can. Now shall we?" Snow offers his arm as you stare at him in disbelief. You abruptly stand up making the chair screech against the floor and sling your bag over your shoulder.

Your heals click on the marble floor as you quickly leave the room. "I knew I would like her," Snow comments making your mother turn a slight colour of red from embarrassment. Students were still in their classrooms. The last thing you wanted was even more attention from everyone when they see you and the President together.

You make a sharp turn from the usual route to outside. "Where are you going?" Snow calls out as you turn to him, "Like hell I'm letting other people see me with you, alone." You cross your arms and narrow your eyes at him. He stands there, hands tucked into his jacket as he looks down, chuckling.

"Like I said, sweetheart, you're going to have to get used to it. You will be Panem's First Lady after all." He tilts his head at you. You kiss your teeth, letting your arms fall to your sides. "Yeah well I want to savour the final last moments of my freedom, so let me, yeah?" And with that you turn around disappearing from sight.

~

For the next couple of days, you had been forced into hanging out with Coriolanus. Whether it be having a meal with him in the presidential mansion, or him accompanying you as you are forced to go shopping for even more clothes. You had slightly warmed up to him, he could tell. But your disapproval of the whole situation was still there. Your attitude towards him was a clear give away.

Coriolanus quite enjoys your witty remarks. It entices him. Part of the reason as to why he picked you was that you hated your lifestyle and knew you had quite the tongue. He figured you were entertaining to tease. And of course, he found you the prettiest out of all the girls at the academy.

The dreadful day had finally come. You turned 18. Which meant that you could kiss your last ounces of freedom and happiness goodbye the minute Snow slips a ring on your finger. You had school that day. You figured you would be pulled out from your first class to meet with Snow but that was not the case.

Throughout the day you grew anxious by the second. You had yet to be pulled out. The bell rang indicating the school day was over and nothing happened. Did Snow pull out? Did he change his mind? You hoped it was the latter.

You pack up your things and wave goodbye to your friends as they all start to pour out of the main doors of the Academy. From afar you could see a small crowd forming. You make your way towards the crowd and was horrified to see Snow leaned up against a car, a bouquet of white roses in one hand.

"Mrs. Snow," He smirks the second he sets eyes on you as the crowd around you gasp in shock. You felt pure rage and hatred towards the man standing in front of you. You storm closer to him, yanking the flowers from his hands and throwing it on the floor. "Do not call me that," You spat, venom laced in your tone as Snow's eyes darken. He grips your upper arm as the peacekeepers open the car door.

Snow roughly pushes you inside the car as he slams the door. "You have been acting like an ungrateful little brat. Show some fucking respect to your husband." He grips your chin as your eyes begin to water. "You are not my husband." You say as he grips your chin even tighter making you wince. "I will be, whether you like it or not, darling." He smirks at you, all you wanted to do was wipe that stupid smirk off his lips.

You push him off of you as you sit furthest away from him. A tear rolls down your cheek. This was going to be your life from now on. "First thing you should now about being Panem's First Lady." Snow turns his head towards you, his hands roll up his sleeves, "Do not. Refuse. My flowers. Clear?" You don't say anything.

"I said, do I make myself clear!" He yells as you flinch. You tore your eyes away from the window. "Crystal clear." You choke out as he grins in satisfaction. "Good."

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: you comfort yuri after the events of chapter 14

COMMENTS: i fixed that bullshit scene in chapter 14 when those assholes made yuri cry. i know the mc isn't very confrontational but i am and i got SO mad when that screen happened that i actually skipped through most of the dialogue. fuck those guys. we comfort yuri in this household.

He wasn’t the one who did the betraying. He’d done nothing but his best at every turn. He would never do anything to hurt his patients. He had always done his best. That’s why he became a doctor—to help people in ways he couldn’t before. How could they just enter his clinic and say that!? How could he stop this from continuing? He wanted to leave, he wanted out, he could do this anymore—!

“That’s enough. Get the fuck out right now.”

Yuri sucks in a shuddering breath, his shoulders trembling. It takes a moment for him to realize that you'd stepped in front of him, arms crossed over your chest. The two Frostheim students don’t look deterred, though.

“Getting someone else to cover for yo—”

“Quiet. You have no right to speak here. Get the fuck out.”

“But—”

“Ah, no. Did you not hear me? You might want to go see Darkwick General if you’re becoming delirious. Did you honestly think you could just walk into Yuri’s lab and disrespect him like that? Take your fucking ointment and get out.”

“You—”

“Why are you still here? Trying to dig your own grave? I can’t understand why assholes like you think you even deserve to breathe the same air as him. Yuri is a very intelligent, compassionate man. He’s a far more valuable person than you will ever be.”

It takes Jiro coming back for them to scatter, but all Yuri can think about is how you’ve defended him. He stays silent, letting the thoughts wash over him, and it isn’t until you hold his face and murmur a soft “hey, let me see you,” that he breaks.

It’s embarrassing, sniffling in your arms like a child. His vision is blurry, but sees your heart broken expression and wishes he could fix it. He's the cause of it, the cause of that brokenness, and Yuri wants nothing more than to hold you together, to tell you that he’s fine and that they didn’t affect him at all, but he can’t speak. He soaks up your comfort, hiding his face in your shoulder as you wrap your arms around him, rubbing the most gentle circles onto his back. You’re talking—he thinks you don’t think he’s really, truly listening—and you say the sweetest things.

“You’ve done more with three minutes of your time than they will do with their entire lives,” you say, “You’re talented and strong and so, so smart. I’m always impressed by just how much you know. You’d think I would stop being surprised at some point, because you’re just such a hard worker, but I don’t think I ever will be.”

Your shirt is wet with his tears, His hands are wrinkling the fabric with the force of his grip.

Don’t go. Please stay. Please, please stay.

Believe him. Believe in him. Please.

He wants to stop the tears from falling, to remind you that he’s a strong person even though you've already confirmed it, but with your words his words die away. Your breath is warm against his ear and he shudders, a gut wrenching sob leaving his lips.

It’s been so hard. It always is and always will be.

“Breathe,” you murmur.

One of your hands finds its place on the crown on his head, and when you begin to stroke his hair like he’s someone precious, he crumbles all over again.

It feels so good to be vulnerable. He hates it, but it feels so good. You’re not shoving him away, or calling him a traitor, or yelling at him for his mistakes. You’ve accepted it, or maybe you don’t believe it, but whatever answer is good enough for him so long as you stay by his side.

“You’re a wonderful doctor, Yuri,” you say, “I’ve never met someone so dedicated to his work. I’ve never met someone as passionate as you about advancing the field. You’re so amazing. Don’t let those lowly bastards get you down.”

He hears you ask Jiro to fetch some tissues. He hears him leave.

Yuri thinks he might believe you.

For once in his life, he might believe the things he says about himself, because they come from you.

You have never lied to him, not even once. You wouldn’t start now.

Yuri knows, after all this is over, he’ll be a scared boy curled up behind the brick walls he’s erected over the years. He’ll deny your touch and blush when you smile or ask to hold his hand. He’ll call you ignorant and watch as your face scrunches up in displeasure.

He’d think you hated him.

Why do you stay!?

What if...he messes up with you, too?

“For the record, I don’t believe a single thing those Frostheimer’s say.” you chuckle, “It all sounds like bullshit to me. But if there is anything you want to tell me, be in now or five years from now, you can. I promise I’ll listen.”

Yuri slumps into you.

“I only want to believe the things you tell me about yourself,” you hum, “Because if I believe what everyone says, I wouldn’t really know you. And that’s what I want to do.”

He lifts his head from your shoulder, meeting your gaze with his bloodshot one.

Yuri opens his mouth, but no sound comes out. What should he say? Thank you? I care about you? I want you to stay by my side? I want to protect you, too?

Your eyes dart around his irises, scooping up all of his emotions with your steady hands like they’re tangible things. Like you can understand him perfectly, even though he says nothing.

“Thank you for trusting me,” you reach up and cup his cheek again, brushing your thumb against the wetness of his cheekbone, “I’m honored to be able to help you in any way I can.”

And then,

“I care about you so much.”

You’re so close.

Yuri turns bright red and averts his eyes, sniffling violently. Jiro, back with tissues, hands him a few. He blows his nose and wrinkles his face in displeasure. How could he let those Frostheim students get to him?

How could he ever be weakened when he was next to two of the people who mattered most to him?

[skeletonh0e]

ohohoho… no writing blog can go without that one classic hc…

ahem–

the boys being…

JEALOUS!

please? :3

(idk if u already did it, pls say u don’t so i don’t get embarrassed by asking again lmfao)

Coming right up my dude, gender neutral reader per usual

Tw for some possessive and yandere-ish type behavior with Nightmare, Killer and to a lesser extent Dust & Axe

The boys are Jealous

Classic Sans:

Imma be real, this rarely happens

He wouldn't be dating you if he didn't trust you, and generally, he's such a chill guy that it's hard for anything to really rattle him (pun very much intended)

He's protective, yeah, but that's pretty subtle, and it's more fear of you getting hurt than you leaving or hooking up with someone else

Not to say it doesn't ever happen

Surprisingly, one way to get him jealous is to laugh at others' jokes. Like really laugh, especially if you laugh harder at them than you normally do at his puns

Hm, he suddenly does not care for you getting all buddy buddy with that person

He'll calmly place himself in the conversation, he doesn't seem to act any different but the vibes are off

Classic: "Hi yes, I'm Y/N's partner. Romantic partner. We're together. Hey, wanna tell 'em about that prank I pulled yesterday?" All said while putting an arm around your shoulder

He is trying so hard to be normal about it but it's clear something is bothering him, it's kind of cute

And yeah the person in question is getting his with the typical passive aggressiveness you'd expect from Sans lmao

By the time you two leave you'll cheekily ask if he's jealous and he'll deny it

Y/N: "That's a shame, he was really funny-"

Classic: "Watch it."

You two will go and have a few laughs over the situation, he also is gonna get you busting a gut laughing in one way or another

Underswap Sans:

The Magnificent Sans is never jealous!

According to him

See Blue has two sides to him, one that's extremely prideful and one that's extremely insecure

He's constantly flip flopping in-between "You'll never find someone as cool as me so you won't bother!" And big ole puppy dog eyes of "Why aren't you paying attention to meeeee" 🥺🥺🥺

The latter largely just comes out as him just being kinda whiney and bothering you, largely behind closed doors as he just kinda glomps onto you and pouts

The former? Well

Someone attempts to hit on you then he just swoops in, picks you up (regardless of how tall you are) then announces

"WHY HELLO YOU SEEM TO BE CONFUSED! THIS LOVELY HUMAN IS WITH ME! THE MAGNIFICENT SANS! MWEH HEH HEH!"

It causes a scene and is just as embarrassing as it looks

"I DON'T BLAME YOU FOR TRYING, LOOK AT HOW COOL MY PARTNER IS! LOOOOOOK!"

And he doesn't even put you down he just walks off with you

Deems it as "coming to your rescue" lmao

Don't give him too hard a time about it though, he means well

And you think he's just as magnificent as he says right? 👉👈

Underfell Sans:

This boy actually is EXTREMELY jealous

And if there's one benefit to having him as a boyfriend it's that his constant snarling and general vibes are good at keeping others away

Which is good, because you're HIS

There's a reason why even in most public places he'll happily let you sit on his lap or keep an arm tight around you, not only because he's a sucker for affection deep down but also so it makes others steer clear

Bro doesn't like when people simply look at you like they're getting ideas, so trust me when I say anyone that actively tries is verbally getting their head bit off

Might actually kick their ass too just for the hell of it, but usually is doesn't escalate that far

.....usually

Listen he's never been above kicking someone's ass just to prove a point alright?

And yes he has no problem reminding you just who you belong to either

He loves to cover you in hickeys and the marks definitely push the point in, even if you try to hide him. And him getting jealous is just an excuse to add more

Tells you just how good you're being while he proceeds to absolutely ruin you ❤️

Underlust Sans:

Man is a sex worker lmao, so you two aren't strictly 100% monogamous to begin with and it'd be pretty hypocritical for him to be jealous 9/10

If you have to deal with others gawking at him while on stage and behind closed doors, he can tolerate you getting some attention

And he doesn't blame others one bit, you are utterly delicious, he would know

Not to say it doesn't ever happen though, but his jealousy is usually pretty tame and subtle

Normally it's just being bigger on PDA than usual and calmly inserting himself into the situation

Especially makes the habit of deciding to show others just how well he can fluster you up, think whole

"That's a good chat up line, I'll give you that, but try something like this~" before he starts cooing in your ear and turning into a bright red tomato

If you left him might even go as far as to have a gross little public make out session with some heavy petting to push the point in

Others can look sure, they might even be a bit successful in wooing you, but he'll make it clear to everyone that he's the best you'll ever have in that regard

Also does seem like the type to just interrupt mid conversation to leave a painfully obvious lipstick mark on your cheek

And he will indeed be cheeky about (da dum tss)

Horrortale Sans:

Axe is a bit of a wild card I'll be real with you

He's very protective....but is he naturally jealous?

Yesn't

He knows he's an intimidating ass guy with a terrifying reputation, which while he's not yelling about your relationship from the rooftops it's pretty clear you two are a thing. So the number of people who'd be dumb enough to try and snag you? Pretty low

So he's surprisingly chill when you spend time with others, to an extent at least. Does this mean he likes it on the rare occasion when others just hit on you especially when he's like...right there? Hell no

The person in question is instantly grabbed by their shirt and hoisted up into the air, getting a very gruff "you must be confused 'bout something here" as he proceeds to scare the living shit out of the dumbass

You might be able to talk him out of outright killing the guy but even if he doesn't kill him, Axe will break their fucking legs to say the least

Jealousy is not a pretty sight when it comes to him and he's kinda clingy the rest of the day

Growls at anyone else that gets close, you know how to calm him down at this point and assure him that you're always going to be his

However, similar to Red, he's not afraid to give some love bites as a reminder

Fresh Sans:

Oh boy, he's about to be ANNOYING

Emotions are a bit of a mine field for him and I don't he even recognizes it as jealousy. Nor is he easily jealous by any means, but that doesn't mean he likes it when others steal your attention

Randomly just poofs in mid conversation, blows an airhorn and inserts himself like "Wazzzup homies!?"

Woe to the other person in question, who knows if their poor wittle ear drums will ever recover

You know how some cats get extremely loud and clingy when their owners pet other cats? Same energy here

I would say he wouldn't go as far as to sit on you while you're doing something important or knocking things over but uh

Don't put it past him!

And don't try to ignore him it will only make him worse, just give him some proper attention and he'll be happy

Tbh depending on the situation might do what Blue does and just pick you up before breezing away on his skate board

His now/j

But honestly he's rarely if ever an angry jealous type just annoying, but he's not opposed to BONKING someone if need be

Killer Sans:

So anyway he started stabbing-

Okay maybe not that extreme right off the bat, but rest assured bro has NO PROBLEM killing someone who's flirting with or hitting on you

Even if they weren't being serious

He's a bit unhinged and a little shit, so unlike with Axe I would not place any bets on you being able to talk him out of it. If anything that might encourage him cuz why do you want them alive so much???

Honestly Killer has the energy of a person who insists that he's not jealous but actually really is despite how much he tries to play it off otherwise

Y/N: "You are the most jealous man I know!"

Killer: "You know other men?!"

Honestly the mentality also applies when you're around others even if they aren't flirting with you. Probably won't stab them but he's there, around, watching, making sure no one gets too close :)

Whatever you do not intentionally egg on this side of him

Man is fully willing to crave his name into your skin if it means you know who you belong to

Dust Sans:

Hoo boy

Also in the camp of "will murder anyone that actively tries to take you away" but can be talked down with the right words

But honestly him getting jealous is more sad than anything else, because he knows damn well he's a mess and he is already partly convinced you will just leave the moment you find someone else

Even after the person in question leaves, he is clinging onto with a vice grip one that almost hurts as he's repeatedly asking

"You are mine right? No, you are. You are! You will be! I'll do anything! Just....don't look at anyone else like that, please don't- I can't- MINE!-"

He is not mentally stable and his hallucinations in his case do NOT help in situations like this

He can get violent with you while like this, he'll always regret it after and you know how to avoid it from escalating like that but the risk is always there

He'll need some hugs and a lot of reassurance, you've probably all but mastered dealing with these type of episodes by now

Attached to you like glue for a bit, death glaring at anyone that comes too close and is silently just defensive for awhile

Things will go back to normal eventually, but lets hope no one pulls the stunt of hitting on you while your boyfriend is RIGHT there for awhile

Nightmare Sans:

Doesn't get jealous unless you give him a reason to

Nightmare is not the healthiest partner to have, he's already extremely possessive and controlling. He keeps a close eye on you, so encounters that trigger his jealous side don't happen often purely because he does not allow it

Sometimes you're lucky if you can leave the palace without a bodyguard, that's not mentioning how he forbids you from wearing anything too provocative strictly because your body is for his eyes only

And anyone that tries is getting killed, whether you're made aware of it or not

If you try to bring up any issue with it he'll pull some manipulative sight, ranging from straight up gas lighting to down play the severity of it or somehow convincing your that it was simply for the best

After all what if that person didn't have your best interest at heart?

He'll remind you just who you belong to in the end, he won't mark you necessarily, he's not a brute after all but you'll be begging for mercy by the end of it

The right words, the right touches, and soon you'll be happily saying just who you belong to then he'll be as happy as a peach

[brandyllyn]

Frostbite

Max Phillips x f!reader

Summary: By all that was holy in the world, you were going to slap the ever-loving shit out of this man. Words: 1.9k

For the #pedrostoriesgift24 Holiday Gift Exchange. @almostfoxglove asked for:

* max gets reader/character for their office's secret santa (or vice versa) * office christmas party

And y'all know I can't resist Max.

My Masterlist <- So much more Max stuff here y'all. I've missed him.

Rated: Teen Warnings: This is romantic and sweet and I make no apologies for that. Max being Max, however.

If you had to listen to George Michael complain one more time about what happened last Christmas, you were going to cause a scene.

Looking around the room, you took some small solace that no one else seemed to be having a good time either. Derek had taken up a post near the exit, obviously waiting until just enough time had passed that he could make a break for it. Malika was on her third hard cider - if she wasn’t careful she’d be the Monday morning gossip.

And the very next day, you gave it away…

You slip your phone from your pocket as surreptitiously as possible, checking the clock. Not even 6:30, there was still the speech from the CEO, the sales award, and of course the office secret Santa to get through before you could make your escape. They always saved secret Santa for last - everyone marching one by one to open their gift from the table in the center of the room. Showing everyone the mug they had been given.

It was always a mug.

The table looked extra sad this year - filled almost entirely with bags, half of which didn’t even have a festive spray of tissue. It was the laziest possible wrapping job. Nothing more clearly said ‘I put no thought into this’ than a dollar store bag, taped shut.

You had wrapped your gift. An oblong box with a festive red bow. Inside was a designer tie - one you had been lucky to find at a local thrift store. You had no idea if your giftee would like it, he ran so hot and cold you never could tell if he even liked you. Or anybody for that matter.

“Hey there sweet cheeks, looking for me?”

Speak of the devil.

“Never.”

He sidles up next to you, all long limbs and expensive cologne. His suit is perfect; crisp navy blue with a sparkly snowflake tie. As usual he stands too close, forcing you to shift slightly sideways to avoid brushing against him.

“You tease,” he pouts with a puffed out lower lip. “You’re gonna break my heart.”

Max Phillips, rising star of the sales department. Arrogant, conceited asshole and inveterate flirt. He was handsome too, which was honestly just annoying. If someone was going to be that obnoxious, they should at least look like half a roasted ham.

“I have it on good authority you don’t have one,” you point out.

He pats his chest for a moment, giving you a wounded look. “Stacey tell you that? Don’t be jealous, baby.”

“Miranda.”

He has the decency to hesitate, eyes darting across the room before back to you. “Well, someone had to be my shoulder to cry on.” You snort at that and he grins, shifting closer again and almost backing you to the wall. “And don’t worry about them, that’s business.”

You were pretty sure whatever that was you had walked in on in the copy room hadn’t been ‘business’ but you don’t point it out. Miranda hadn’t been the same, something viscerally off about her, ever since.

“You,” he leaned into you and you felt a cubicle wall at your back, “you would be nothing but pleasure wouldn’t you?”

“We are at work.”

“Most couples meet at work.”

“We’re not a couple.”

“We’re not a couple, yet.” He takes a deep breath and frowned. “You don’t take good care of yourself.”

“Excuse you?”

It came out close to a shriek, several heads turning your direction. Max gave them a dazzlingly wide smile and as one they smiled back. Even Richard, the grumpiest at the best of times, blushed. He blushed.

“You’re not eating right.”

By all that was holy in the world, you were going to slap the ever-loving shit out of this man. He wasn’t even looking at you, eyes scanning the room while he talked out of the corner of his mouth. “Dave is doing his speech,” you try to point out but Max gives you his attention long enough to roll his eyes.

“Don’t change the subject, babydoll.”

“What subject?”

Max takes the proverbial shovel you offer. “You’re gaunt. You’re not getting the right vitamins.”

“From the man who has an ‘allergy’ to sunlight.”

The grin he gives you is wolfish. “That’s documented. I have a doctor’s note.” You can’t help the small smile and of course he notices. “There now, was that so hard? I’m being charming all over the place here.”

“Why?”

The word is a hiss of air and he blinks at you, confused. “What do you mean, why?”

“You’ve fucked half the office.” You try very hard to keep your tone too low for anyone else to hear. “Am I keeping you from bingo or something?”

Another one of those deep breaths and he leans in to you, so close you think he might actually nuzzle you. “I like you.”

You snort, turning away.

“I do.” He scans the room again before he turns, blocking your view with his wide shoulders. “Look at me.”

“No.”

“Look at me.”

“I said no.”

There’s silence for several heartbeats before he admits, “You intrigue me.”

“You’re a liar.”

“All the time,” he concedes. “But not right now. There’s something for my people, a knowing of sorts…”

He trails off and you can’t help but ask, “Your people? Wasps?”

“Something like that.”

“Max Phillips!” The call of his name comes from out of the blue.

“Gotta run, sugar tits, duty calls.”

Of course he’s won the sales award. He shakes the CEO’s hand while accepting the plaque, turning and smiling - not pausing for even a moment when he realizes no one is going to take his photo. It doesn’t stop him from playing mayor of the cubicle farm, waving at a few people before stepping to the side. You notice him looking at you and studiously avoid meeting his eyes.

The secret Santa starts and you take a quick tally of how many people participated this year. Even if half the people make a fuss about it, you should be able to leave in fifteen minutes - twenty tops.

Since Max won the award he gets to go first, picking up the box you had carefully wrapped and tearing into it with the gusto of a toddler. He fingers the silk and you swear his eyes dart to where you’re standing. 

There is no way he could know you’d bought it for him. No way.

“Looks like we may have a tie for best present.”

People laugh at his terrible joke and he steps to the side, letting the next person fetch their mug. You try to be surreptitious as you gauge his reaction. Does he like it? Does he think it’s tacky? With one hand he pulls off the one he’s wearing and loops the length of red silk around his collar, deftly tying a full Windsor.

It looks good on him.

Dammit.

Your name is called and you shake yourself out of your stupor, avoiding looking to the side. The present is in a bright orange bag - not even a holiday color - and stapled closed. You reach in and pull out the small bottle.

“Iron supplements.”

There’s a small scattering of applause and you stare at the offending object for so long the new HR lady has to gently move you aside. 

Iron supplements.

Your secret Santa got you fucking iron supplements.

“You don’t look happy.”

The tie you so carefully picked out mocks you. You put thought into his present - and your Santa did what? Clean out their medicine cabinet? You wouldn’t be surprised if the bottle was already open.

No, you were not happy. You were fuming.

“You look pale.”

“Shut up.”

“And you’ve been having headaches lately.”

“How would you know?”

“I told you, you intrigue me.”

Something clicks and you finally look up at him, bottle clenched in your fist. “This was you?”

“You’re anemic.”

He sounds so absurdly reasonable you barely resist the urge to kick him. “You are not my doctor.”

“Do you have a doctor?”

You don’t, not that he needs to know that.

“If you did they might tell you your iron count is dangerously low. You should get checked for an autoimmune disease.”

“I do not have an autoimmune disease.” Derek shoots you a surprised look and you give him a wide smile before jerking Max’s arm and pulling him into a supply closet. “This is not appropriate. On like a hundred levels.”

“Why aren’t you taking care of yourself?”

“It’s none of your business.”

“Tell me.”

“Don’t take that tone with me.” You shove a finger into his chest. “You may get other people to leap to your bidding but I’m not one of them.”

“I know,” he grins, “it’s fantastic.”

“Fantastic?” you repeat.

“Fantastic.” He’s faster that you expect, grabbing your wrist and flattening your palm to his chest. “Why aren’t you taking care of yourself?”

He sounds genuinely concerned and you deflate, giving in. “I don’t have the money for fresh food. I’m living off ramen at the moment, okay? I’ll probably develop scurvy soon.”

“We pay you a decent amount - not what you’re worth, of course - but market value.”

You don’t bother asking how he knows that. “My ex took a loan out in my name. I’ve been paying it off.”

“Why isn’t he paying it off?”

“Because he’s an asshole and I can’t make him do anything.”

“Want me to kill him for you?”

It’s said so casually you almost think he means it. “It’s fine. It’s only another year. I’ll be fine.”

“You’re going to get rickets.”

“Isn’t that what Tiny Tim had?”

He nods. “Yes, and you’ll be begging for a Christmas bonus just like he did, too.”

“I think that was his dad.”

“Which one did Kermit play?”

You scoff, trying to pull your hand away from him. “Have you only ever seen the Muppet version of a Christmas Carol?”

He doesn’t let you go. “It’s the only one worth seeing.”

“Max,” you say softly. “I’ll be fine. Thank you, for worrying about me. Even if this-” you hold up the supplements with your other hand “-is by far the worst gift I have ever gotten.”

He gifts you with that wide, easy smile of his. “Let me buy you dinner, to make up for it.”

“Sure you don’t already have a date?”

“I’d cancel any plans for you.” If you didn’t know better you’d say he was serious.

“Big words, don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep.”

“I never make a promise I can’t keep.”

He’s standing close, so close your chest brushes his when you take a breath. “Max…”

Tingles shoot to your fingertips as his lips capture yours. A rush of heat floods through you and you can’t help but moan when he sinks his fingers into the back of your neck. The sound he makes is close to a growl, his mouth opening and his tongue is suddenly there, licking at the seam of your lips.

Would it be wrong to climb him like a tree in the supply closet?

He apparently has the same idea, lifting you from underneath your ass with an ease that takes your breath away. Your back is pressed to the wire shelves and his hips settle between your thighs as though he’s always belonged there. Your neck arches into the palm of his hand and he nuzzles beneath your ear.

“Take your damn iron pills.”

“What?”

“Your iron,” his teeth scrape along your jaw, “and maybe a multi-vitamin too.”

You were going to slap him. Just soon as your head stopped spinning from his kiss.

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Tagging in @almostfoxglove once more. Hope you liked your Max.

[amusingmusie]

Hi, I really hope you're faring well. Just wanted to say that I love your writing and yours truly, and I thought about something.

In hell, Alastor is a lot more durable and unkillable, so I imagine that's a lot more of a headache for Nel. She's walking behind him, ready to bash his skull and all of a sudden his head does a 180 and she's like >:0.

Also demon Al's hygiene must be HORRIBLE. So she's probably going to have to chase him around the hotel with a toothbrush and soap to no evail because he's a slippery motherfucker now that he's a demon.

Thank you so much for writing this masterpiece, and have a wonderful day <3

Fresh As Hell

Content warning for the Hazbin cast being themselves.

You're running out of ideas.

This has gone on far too long. The smell of an old shoe here, a hint of halitosis there, even a whiff of swamp water wafting your way if you get too close: it's all evidence that you can't ignore any longer.

Alastor kind of fucking stinks.

Sure, you've told him since your human days that his swampass stench is overwhelming, but that was a dig to piss him off, not the actual truth (usually, as long as his mother pressured him to scrub his tail). Nowadays? Well, if the demonic stop sign admitted that he bathes in his bedroom's wetlands, you'd be less than shocked. Shit, you'd actually be relieved if that were the case, because then you could fill the bog with soap and perfume to mask whatever funk perpetually lives on Alastor's grey skin. It's never overwhelming enough to knock you out; it's maddening subtle, the musk of his hair and the bite to his breath.

Maybe you could survive the Great Stink of '24 if he didn't insist on being on top of you at all times. Every time you turn around, you're assaulted by crimson, static, and Alastor's personal brand of miasma that wafts off of him since he insists on being no less than three atoms away from you.

Sure, it's possible you've got beef with his aroma since back in the day, the shitter smelled like freshly cut wood with notes of amber and his teeth sparkled like diamonds. You've seen his hygiene at its peak, which is why you cannot cosign this rank tomfoolery. Unfortunately, all of your attempts to rally the idiots at this hotel to agree with you that this is an issue have ended in disaster, leaving you without any allies in this fight.

"I haven't really noticed much, and hey, here at the Happy Hotel, we're receptive to more, um, eccentric lifestyles! As long as Alastor is being a team player and helping out with our mission, there's no reason to make him uncomfortable by bringing up his personal choices!"

"I don't get close enough to that pendejo to catch a whiff of whatever you're talking about."

"I dunno, tootz, I like a man with a little musk to 'em."

"Fuck off and fuck you."

"I like man stink~"

You're very much on your own here. The war on Alastor's subpar hygiene will be fought by you and you alone, and you won't be deterred- you've had worse battles before.

When you're once again yanked into Alastor's side and exposed to a faceful of his armpit in the lobby for the upteenth time, you vow to take action against him, more for your sake than his.

Game on.

---

Your strategy calls for small, stealthy actions in the beginning.

Positioning yourself in plain sight at the hotel bar with two cups of coffee, you wait for your target to appear. It's the perfect scene: you, alone (save for the bar cat, but he's passed out with his head down on the counter), with coffee. Alastor can't resist this. Hardly more than three seconds pass before a rush of static and a chill wash over you. A gentle pop sounds off to your left, and then you're greeted by your least favorite radio host smelling stale as ever.

"Good morning, sweetheart!" he cries, purposely shouting too loudly into your ear. "You're looking especially horrid this morning. Did you happen to catch a glance of your reflection in the mirror before it cracked?"

"No, I was too busy imagining all the ways I could skin you alive before eleven."

"Well, it is eight already, so hop to it, you need all the time that you can get to brainstorm!"

As his invisible audience laughs alongside him, you flick a handful of mints into his unguarded coffee cup. The jackass is too busy chortling at his tired jokes to realize that you've done anything at all. Perfect. Holding back your smirk is a damn hard move when Alastor finally lifts his red mug to his full lips and swallows down a mouthful of minty coffee.

Success.

Until-

"Hm..." Alastor hums, blinking his red eyes plainly. Then he promptly turns, spits out a stream of dark liquid onto Husk's bowed head, and snatches up your cup of coffee. After sipping down your drink, he sighs contently. "There, much better! Ah, that was a juvenile play, dear. You're losing your touch."

The deer motherfucker teleports away while you're left with a pissed off cat and determination to win this war.

---

Next comes the idea to douse Alastor in whatever perfume oils you can find as a direct plan of attack. Instead of using your precious concoction that you paid out the ass for from Rosie's Emporium, you decide that these other assholes living around here could stand to help out for five seconds. You're not asking for their support- just their cologne.

Angel is the unlucky winner that you approach since whatever he wears is pungent enough that it has your eyes watering on a good day. The spider leans up against his doorway, legs in your face and fluff looming above your head as you make your case.

"Listen." You crane your head back and fix him with what you hope is an amicable stare. "I'll shoot straight with you. I need a favor."

"Oh?" he asks, raising a perfect brow and examining his gloved fingers. "I don't do girls, sorry not sorry."

"No," you grumble at him. "Not that kind of favor. I need to borrow your perfume- whatever shit you wear is strong enough to be smelled across the Pentagram. All I need is to borrow the bottle for five minutes and I'll have it back to you good as new."

"HA! You think I'm letting you make off with my smell-good for free? No no no, nobody gets to borrow what I wear, not even Cherri. It's custom! You're out of luck."

"You're here at the hotel to redeem yourself- part of redemption is being selfless."

"Actually, I'm at this shitshack so I don't have to pay rent, and redemption don't mean you get a spritz of my good shit. Go ask some other shmuck." Angel laughs in your face one final time, then spins around to shut his door.

"I'll owe you," you spit out. That has the fluffy demon pausing and you fear that you've either royally fucked up or royally succeeded.

"...Owe me what?"

"One favor equal to borrowing your perfume that doesn't involve me getting my ass kicked or double dead."

Angel grins delightedly, retreats into his den, then sticks one spindly arm out with his perfume sitting pretty in his palm.

"Have at it!"

And you do, with fear of Hell's #1 pornstar in your heart.

Alastor comes in to kick your legs under the table during dinner and you immediately whip out Angel's perfume to soak the son of a bastard down. There's an ear-ringing screech before Alastor pops away, leaving you with a table full of coughing, gassed-out hotel inhabitants that are very, very pissed off.

Once Vaggie is done chewing you out, Angel Dust leans over and whispers, "You still owe me for my draining my fucking reserves, dollface."

Fuck.

---

After weeks of attempted baths, desperate tooth-brushing sessions, dirty bribery, and numerous double-death threats, you've decided that you have no choice but to go completely nuclear. Clearly, your rotten plague of a deer demon is determined to resist all attempts to freshen him the fuck up, so you are prepared to pull the dirtiest trick in your book. Forget screaming or cussing; you'll have his ass eating out of the palm of your hand in no time with this.

"Hello, my rotten peach!"

Ahah, it's time- you're about to win this little game no problem. You take one look at Alastor in all his awful glory here in the parlor, steady your face into an uninterested expression, and then you. look. away.

Alastor stares.

"I said, hello, my rotten peach! My fetid fruit! My most crusty crop!" he announces slightly louder as if you didn't hear him.

Nothing. No reaction. You refuse to engage with someone that smells of fragrant toes and has gums darker than his coffee; you'll have him suffering from your silence if those are the dumbass choices he'd like to make.

Just barely concealing his panic at the sudden lack of your attention, Alastor clomps closer, then pokes at your side with his staff. The thing winces from the contact. You, on the other hand, are not weak and will not relent, so you continue to watch the parlor wall with great interest.

All according to plan.

Charlie passes by, humming a happy tune. When she spots you lounging on the couch with Alastor hovering over you, she smiles at the familiar sight, and offers a happy, "Good morning!"

"Morning, Princess," you greet her. Then you return to wall watching.

Alastor wilts.

You smile.

And you play the winning game.

For days, you refuse to acknowledge anything having to do with your favorite least favorite parasite. If he materializes in front of you when you're reading a novel? You don't even flinch. If you awake to him standing over your bed and staring with glowing eyes? Well, there's no need to do anything but roll over, that's just Tuesday. You hardly bat an eye when a black shadow warbles over your shoulder as you brush your teeth; no, you simply show it the brush and toothpaste for a proper tutorial on how to avoid ripe ass breath. You're enjoying the power you hold over Alastor, and you especially enjoy the way his stupid tufts flatten against his head when you deny him any attention for a whole week.

You believe that victory is yours.

---

As you trudge downstairs for another miserable day at the Asscrack Motel or whatever they're calling this place nowadays, you're overwhelmed by a new scent permeating throughout the lobby- freshly cut cedar, something slightly floral and musky, hints of amber, and immaculately washed manass.

Shit.

You know that smell. You know that smell very well. It can only mean one thing.

Then you spot him in all of his glory; Alastor is leaning his spindly body against the hotel bar with a freshly patched suit, styled hair slicked back across his head, and shining teeth. Oh God, he smells and looks like Heaven, and suddenly you decide that maybe you don't give two shits about that white speck in the sky when you've got this presented to you on a metaphorical platter.

With a little grunt, you move closer, appraising Alastor with an indifferent expression. His static is whirring sweetly in the background while he simpers down at you- yeah, he's proud and peacocking a bit, you can tell from the manner in which his lips curl and the way his chest puffs out. Goddammit...he knows that he's got you hooked like a fucking sucker.

"Yeeeeees?" he sings when you stare for a second too long. "Something on your dreadfully empty mind?"

"..." Hm. You could shoot him for being annoying, but he did do all of this dolling up for you.

Ugh. You hate him so much.

So you yank him down by his lapel so you can kiss him square on the mouth. For the first time in a long time, he tastes of mint and sunshine instead of rot and coffee, utterly intoxicating you in the worst of ways. You drag your lips against his and feel that they've been moisturized, and when he bites down on your tongue, there's no slippery plaque to offend your senses.

All of this effort just to get you to look his way.

Good.

Then you release him with a pop, flip him the bird, and walk off with your head held high.

Alastor just hums in satisfaction from his place at the bar, idly commenting, "I've still got it," to a very disgusted Husk and Vaggie who are doing their damndest to ignore the scene.

You'll call this one even.

(Loosely based on a very old conversation with @gemrocknerd).

[flowery-mess]

the gifts he gives

Pairing: frat boy Noah x female reader

reader has a name (Ella Thompson, but the story is written in 'your' POV)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! / consumption of alcohol / oral f receiving / let me know if I missed anything

Words: 4,8k

Author's note: Don't know how I feel about this one, kinda feel like my smut scenes are very similar to each other even though I try to change it up a bit every time. But I hope you like it💕

frat boy Noah masterlist

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“Hey, just calling to make sure you’re okay to pick us up tonight?” you ask when Noah picks up the phone.

“Yeah, I already told you.”

“I know, I’m just making sure that we’re not bothering you.”

“No you’re not.” you heard his sigh at the other side of the line, not because you’re bothering him, but because he told you at least 10 times that he doesn’t mind picking you and the girls tonight.

“Okay. But if you change your mind and have other plans just te-” before you could finish your sentence he hung up. “Asshole.” you mumbled under your breath.

“Is our birthday girl ready to have the best night of her life?” Molly put a shot of tequila in your hand.

It’s your birthday and they insisted on celebrating it with you. They even bought you a sparkly crown that says “birthday girl” so you’d get free drinks tonight, that’s what Clara said.

“Hell yeah.” you cheered and all of you downed your shots.

“Let’s go then!” Clara dragged you both out of your small dorm while Molly was already ordering an Uber for you.

---

“I wanna get laid tonight.” Molly said out of nowhere in the car and your eyes met the drivers eyes in the rearview mirror. Yep he heard it and was shocked just like you.

“Molly!” you whisper yelled at her with a finger pointed towards the driver.

“What? A girl has needs.” she shrugged her shoulders like if she was talking about the weather.

“Oh god, this is gonna be so interesting.” Clara said with a laugh.

The drive to the bar where you had a reservation for tonight was around 20 minutes which you spent putting your hand over Molly’s mouth, because that poor old man didn’t need to know when, how and with whom she had sex with. Clara was just giggling at you both and you asked yourself how it is possible to be the least tipsy when you’re the birthday girl.

“We’re here.” the driver said and you left the car, not sure who out of the two of you was more relieved.

---

The bar was full of people, some were dancing on the dancefloor in the corner and others were having a drink and a chat. You found your table and sat down. The first thing you did was to look at what drinks they serve, because you needed to match Molly’s tempo.

“Good evening ladies, what can I get for you?” a man in his late 30s came to get your orders with a warm smile. He laughed at Molly’s comment when she asked him to make sure there’s really a double vodka in her drink and left with your order.

“So, Noah is picking us up tonight right?” Clara asked you.

“Yes.”

“That means we can get wasted and don’t worry about it. That boy will make sure you’re sleeping in his bed tonight and he won’t leave us behind. He’d go through every bar in this damn city to find you.” Molly always had some smart comments on Noah.

“Shut up.” you flipped her off and looked around the bar.

There were different groups of people, smaller and bigger, younger and older. You looked at the bar where you saw three guys sitting on those high stools with beers in front of them. One was looking back at you and when your eyes met he waved at you. You just smiled at him and turned your attention back to your girls.

The bartender was back with your drinks and three shots on the house as a birthday present for you.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to!” you told him when he was leaving your table.

“So, my dearest friend Ella. We wish you the happiest of birthdays. We wish you that every one of your dreams comes true, that you’re happy and healthy. We love you Ella.” Clara finished her little speech for you and before you could say thank you, she raised her hand with one of the shots and said “To Ella!”

“Thank you, you two are the best.” you said between coughing after the shot of vodka, disgusting.

After a few sips of your drink you started to feel more tipsy and loose, laughing at whatever silly jokes Molly or Clara said. You continued your conversation about your drunk thoughts, laughing and taking pictures when the same bartender came with a single drink in his hand and slid it in front of you.

“But I didn’t order another one?” you were confused and pointed to your still half full glass.

“This one is for the birthday girl from a gentleman on the bar.” he winked at you and turned around.

All three of you turned to look at the bar and you saw the guy who waved at you earlier laughing at all of your reactions.

He mouthed “Happy birthday.” and you picked the drink from him and mouthed “Thank you.” back before taking a sip.

“He so wants to fuck you.” Molly stated.

“Not everyone is horny as you tonight Molly.” you shrugged your shoulders.

“He’s taking your clothes off of you with his eyes.”

“I didn’t come here to find a birthday fuck.”

“Maybe you should treat yourself to a change for your birthday.”

“If you’re that interested in my sex life, trust me that I don’t need a change from Noah.” you sent her an ironic smile.

You really didn’t feel the need to have sex with anyone else, not just out of respect for Noah, but because he was satisfying all of your needs, even the ones you didn’t know you had.

The night went on, you had more drinks and even went to dance when the DJ started playing your favorite songs.

You could say that all of you were very drunk when midnight rolled around. Stumbling around the dancefloor and laughing at the least funny things. When Clara stumbled on her feet and fell on her ass, Molly almost peed herself from laughing and you almost fell next to Clara when you were pulling her up.

“Okay I’m gonna grab some water.” you pushed Molly and Clara back towards your booth and went straight for the bar.

As you were waiting for the bartender to notice you, you felt a presence next to you. “Can I buy you another drink?” It was the guy from earlier.

“Hi.” you smiled at him. “No thank you, I think we’ll stick to water from now on.”

“Yeah I saw you on the dancefloor.” he laughed. “What’s your name?”

You took a minute to think if you’re going to tell him, but then thought why not. “Ella. Yours?”

Before he could tell you the bartender was asking for your order. When he handed you a pitcher of water and three glasses, two hands reached from behind you to help you.

“My name is Austin.” he whispered in your ear and you immediately thought of Noah and how Austin’s breath on your neck had the exact opposite effect than Noah’s.

“Thank you Austin.” you smiled at him when he put the glasses on your table.

“Maybe I could steal you for a moment? Have a chat?” he asked.

“You’re really nice Austin, but I’m not interested.” you saw the hurt and embarrassment on his face. You didn’t mean to hurt him, but you really were not interested.

He just waved to your friends and joined the rest of his group back at the bar.

“Poor guy, you should’ve given him a chance!” Molly groaned.

“You can have a chat with him, see if he wants to fuck tonight.” you bit back.

You pulled out your phone and saw no new messages from Noah. Your drunk mind couldn’t stop thinking about his breath on your neck, how it sends shivers through your body. Or when he kisses the sensitive spot on your neck only he knows and suddenly you feel warm all over your body. Or when he puts his hands around your throat, squeezing it, but just the right amount of pressure to bring you pleasure, not pain.

“Earth to Ella!” Clara waved her hands in front of your eyes.

“Sorry, what were you saying?”

“I said you should text Noah to come and join us, if he’s driving us back we can buy him an alcohol free drink at least.”

“Oh I’m sure Molly wants nothing more than to spend her night in Noah’s presence.” you looked at her and saw her drunk eyes. Clara seemed to sober up a bit, but Molly was still way past being tipsy.

“Actually,” she lifted her pointer finger, “is he coming alone?”

“Who else would come?” you asked her, confused.

“Well, maybe, but just maybe, his friend could come too.” you exchanged looks with Clara and immediately knew where this was going.

“What friend Molly?”

“You know which one.” she refused to admit that she has a crush on Matt.

“We don’t.” Clara told her.

“I’m just saying, if Noah can bring him here I might hate him a little less.”

“Now that’s an offer!” you laughed at her. “You can call him and tell him yourself.” you teased her.

“Is that a challenge?”

“It sure is.”

“Okay, give me.” she made grabby hands towards you and you opened Noah’s contact in your phone.

She put it to her ear and waited for him to pick up. He’s going to kill you.

“Hello my friend.” she started talking. “We were just thinking about inviting you to hang out with us.”

She just smiled at you across the table.

“Oh stop lying, I can’t imagine better plans that drinks with us!” she said dramatically. “You know what if you’re scared of me maybe you could bring your friend to tag along. That one with long hair.”

You and Clara laughed at her, her pink cheeks visible even with the bar lights.

“No, not the Swede! The other one.” she looked desperate from Noah not getting her point.

“I just wanted to say that I’m gonna be much nicer to you if he comes with you. Bye!” she ended the phone call and handed your phone back to you.

“Well?” you aske.

“He laughed at me, jerk.”

“It was pretty funny.” Clara agreed.

“But is Matt coming with him or not?”

“I don’t fucking know, he didn’t tell me.” Molly crossed her arms over her chest and you prayed that Matt is coming too, otherwise Noah has his fate sealed.

“We’ll be there in 20.” your phone buzzed with a new message from Noah.

“So Matt is coming too?”

“Yep.”

“This is about to be so good.” you replied and put your phone away. You didn’t tell the girls, you wanted to see Molly’s face when she sees them walk in.

“I liked her hair better before.” you decided it was gossip time about your classmates now.

“Yeah, the black hair was m-” you didn’t get to finish your sentence, because Molly almost screamed “What the fuck?” and her eyes were full of shock.

You and Clara turned around to see Noah and Matt getting out of a black car.

“He’s really here. Oh my god that’s so embarrassing.” Molly scanned the bar to find a place where she could hide.

The two boys entered the bar and Noah’s eyes found you immediately. Matt followed him closely behind when Noah started walking.

“Hey.” Noah shifted weirdly on his feet, realizing just now how weird the situation is.

“Hi.” you said with a laugh and leaned a bit so you could see Matt, still standing behind Noah. “Hi Matt!” you waved at him.

“Hi.” he gave you a small smile and then his attention was on Molly.

“This is Clara and this is Molly.” you introduced him to your friends.

You shifted closer to Clara so Noah could sit next to you and Matt sat down next to Molly.

“What can we get you guys for coming to pick us up?” Clara asked and waved at the bartender.

Noah ordered still water and Matt a beer.

“Cat got your tongue Molly?” Noah teased your friend, enjoying the power he now had over her.

“No, I’m just tired.” she lied.

She must’ve really liked Matt, because she was never this shy around boys. But Matt was smiling at her and trying to make conversation with her.

“He might have told me he likes her too on the way here.” Noah leaned down and whispered in your ear. You got lost in the feeling of his breath on your ear, feeling exactly what you did not feel when Austin did the same.

“Oh, that’s gonna be interesting.” you whispered back and looked up at Noah.

The conversation soon became less awkward, Matt started talking about his part time job he has along college which got both Molly and Clara interested.

But you couldn’t focus on what was being said when Noah’s knee was touching yours under the table and his arm was touching yours.

It seemed like you two were having your own conversation, nonverbal.

You put your hand on his thigh while nodding along to something Matt was saying. He didn’t push it away, so you continued moving it higher and higher, waiting when he’s going to stop you.

When you reached his upper thigh, he slid one of his hands under the table too and took your hand in his, sliding it down to his knee.

You put one of your legs over the other one and used your feet to slowly move up and down Noah’s shin. 

As a reaction he put his hand on your bare thigh and squeezed it. Before you could stop yourself you squeezed your thighs together and heard Noah chuckle next to you.

You finished your drink and saw Clara almost sleeping on your left. Molly and Matt were in their own bubble and your head was spinning so much you just wanted to lay in bed.

“Can we leave?” you turned to ask Noah who was looking at you with soft eyes, as he always does. You laid your head on his shoulder and mumbled “Clara is asleep and these two can find their own way home, Molly wanted to get laid anyway.”

Noah laughed at your drunk words and looked behind you to see Clara’s head against the white wall, eyes closed and mouth opened.

“Yeah let’s go.” Noah helped you and Clara out of the booth and made sure that Matt is okay with you leaving. He had absolutely no problem with that, as expected.

You carried yours and Clara’s bags as Noah helped Clara walk to his car.

“Clara I swear if you throw up in here you’re gonna pay for it.” Noah said before closing her door and turning around to find you still standing on the street. “Why are you not in the car yet?”

“I want a hug.” you reached out your arms and made putty lips.

“A hug?” when Noah didn’t move towards you, you skipped the space between you and buried your head in his chest. It took him a while to wrap his arms around you, but when he did you felt safe and warm.

“Thank you for picking us up.” your words got lost in his t-shirt, but he heard you.

“Come on, let’s get you two alcoholics home.” you smacked his chest but let him help you in the passenger seat.

---

Your first stop was the campus to get Clara home. When you reached the parking lot she was snoring in the back seat. You had to help Noah this time as you two walked her to your dorm. When you dropped her on her bed and Noah lifted her legs so she could lay down she mumbled “I know Molly doesn’t like you Noah, but I do. You make her happy.” before she cuddled her blanket and fell asleep.

Noah looked up at you and you didn’t know how to react, you definitely didn’t want him to think too much of it.

He didn’t say anything, but he had a small mischievous smile on his face as you made your way back to his car.

When he pulled out of the parking lot he couldn’t help bringing it up.

“I make you happy huh?”

“Don’t let it get to your head.” you playfully pushed his shoulder, “But yeah? I guess? I never had someone like you in my life. You’re my friend and I can always count on you. Also you’re not really just a friend. I don’t know, I just never thought I could do something like this without being in a relationship, but I like what we have. You’re my bestie.”

“You’re so drunk.” he used his hand to tickle the skin of your thigh.

“Stop it!” you pushed his hand away, “And admit that we are besties.”

“No.” he just really didn’t want to say bestie out loud, but he knew you were right.

You closed your eyes and tried to calm the spinning in your head when you heard Noah say “You make me happy too, maybe.”

You didn’t say anything, just squeezed his hand and smiled to yourself.

—

“I need to drink like a gallon of water.” you took your shoes off and made your way to Noah’s kitchen. You grabbed a glass and filled it with water and then reached into the cabinet under the sink where he had his snacks. Your drunk body craved something salty, so you grabbed a bag of chips and sat on the counter.

“Oh yeah, make yourself at home.” Noah said ironically when he saw you and threw a box of painkillers at you.

“Thank you.” you said with full mouth.

“I’m gonna take a shower.” and with that Noah left you alone in the kitchen.

You reached for your phone to see new messages from Molly in your group chat.

“I’m definitely getting laid tonight.”

“Help he’s so hot.”

“HE ASKED ME ON A DATE!!!!”

You laughed at the messages, but you were happy that Molly was happy.

Before you wrote a reply Noah was back, only in his black underwear.

“Oh, hi.” you jumped off the counter and made your way over to him.

“Hey.” he noticed that you were touchy more than usual tonight and he enjoyed it.

You placed your hands on his chest and your eyes followed the few water drops that slid from his hair. You leaned into him, placing soft kisses on his neck. You always like it when he had his hair washed, that messy and wet look making him even more sexy.

He let you cover his neck with kisses, enjoying when you sucked at his pulse point longer.

Your hands traced his tummy and then the waistband of his underwear.

“Okay, let’s get you to bed.” Noah took your hands before they could reach under the thin fabric and led you into his bathroom.

The room was still hot and the big mirror was covered with steam from Noah’s shower.

“Can I have a birthday wish?” you asked Noah as you started removing your makeup.

“Sure.”

“Will you take a shower with me?”

“I just took a shower Ella.” he stated the obvious.

“Yeah, but this would be a fun shower.”

“What the hell is a fun shower?”

“That’s when you have sex in the shower.” he laughed at your explanation, having the time of his life when you said your drunk thoughts out loud.

“I’m not having sex with you tonight, are you crazy?”

“What?” you asked with a pout.

“Ella, you’re drunk like an old man.” he booped your nose.

“I’m not! Look, I can walk straight.” you tried to walk straight on the line on Noah's floor, failing with the second step.

“Yep. So I’ll wait for you in bed.” he left you standing with a pout and jumped in his comfy bed.

—

“Are you asleep?” you whispered as you tiptoed in Noah’s bedroom.

“No.” he lifted his blanket so you could crawl under there with him.

When you stopped moving around and found a comfortable position Noah spoke again.

“Happy birthday Ella.” his words tickled you on the back of your neck.

“Thank you Noah, you’re the best.”

“I’ll give you your presents tomorrow.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything.” you groaned, “In fact you promised to not get me anything!”

“I crossed my fingers behind my back when I said that.”

“Noah!” you elbowed him in the stomach and then you both laughed.

Of course he got you a present, it’s Noah.

—

In the morning you were woken up by the sun tracing your skin. Your late night dinner and painkillers seemed to do their job and you didn’t feel any signs of hangover.

You turned around to see Noah’s back, the blanket was covering his body only to his lower back.

You started tracing your fingers over the ink on his back, your fingers moving up and down with his body as he was still breathing calmly.

It took a few more minutes before Noah woke up and turned on his other side to face you.

“Morning, how are you feeling?” he asked you, expecting you to have the worst hangover. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and yawned.

“Good morning. I feel absolutely fine.”

“So you’re ready for your presents?”

“I don’t want presents Noah, you didn’t have to.”

He got up and left the bedroom. When he came back he had a small gift bag in his hand.

“Happy birthday.” his voice was still a bit deeper than his usual voice, the sleep still evident there.

“Thank you.” you whispered and opened the little bag. “Are you fucking kidding me? Noah!”

You threw a pillow at him. He got you a fucking polaroid camera that you told him about a few months ago. A pink one.

“What? You wanted it!” Noah caught the pillow and sat back on the bed.

“I did, thank you.��� you smiled at the box in front of you. He also got you two packs of films.

You reached for one of them, opened the box and put it inside the camera. You turned the camera on and before he could protest, you lifted it and took a picture of him.

“Ella!”

“I had to see if it works!”

You took the paper out and started shaking it. Soon Noah’s sleepy face appeared on it and you were about to put it back in the paper bag.

“Show me.” he yanked it out of your hand.

“Hey! That’s mine!” you got on your knees and reached for it.

“Let me take one.”

“No, it’s only for special occasions.” you snatched the picture out of his hand, but before you could sit back Noah took your wrist in his and kept you in place, close to him.

“And what occasion was this?”

“First picture.”

“Mhm.” something in Noah’s eyes changed and he leaned down to bite your jaw. Soon his teeth were replaced with wet soft kisses to soothe your skin.

“And what occasion is this?” you whispered.

“Your second present.” he laid you both down, you under him and in seconds his lips were all over your neck.

“Noah.” you moaned his name and the picture was forgotten.

He didn’t waste any time with taking your t-shirt off, he went straight to your panties and slid them down your legs.

He was always a tease, so when he dived straight in your pussy you let out a surprised moan.

“Fuck!” you moaned again, feeling his tongue everywhere. He was quick with his licks, shaking his head from side to side. When he pushed his tongue into you he groaned against you, those vibrations sending wave of pleasure to your clit.

“Fuck Noah.” he didn’t slow down, his pace still quick. Licking you from bottom to the top and occasionally slipping his tongue inside. His rushed and quicked motions bringing you the sweet feeling of orgasm.

You tried to calm your breathing, not expecting this quick and strong orgasm this early in the morning.

Noah planted a few kisses on your thighs, tracing his fingers on the curve of your ass and gave you no warning before he started sucking on your clit again.

Your reaction was to lift your hips, your clit still sensitive from Noah’s touch.

His arm slipped around your waist to hold you down, smirking against your pussy when he heard your moans again as the oversensitives changed to pleasure again.

He couldn’t hold his moans in when his tongue slid in much easier this time, your wetness slowly covering his chin. You grabbed a fistful of his hair and held him still, moving your hips against his flattened tongue (😇). He knew this was your favorite, so he let you ride his face.

“Come on, cum on my tongue baby.” he mumbled against your core, his words making you squeeze around nothing.

“Noah!” you moaned breathlessly. “That’s it.” he encouraged you and lifted his eyes as much as he could to see your face. Your eyes closed and your cheeks pink.

Your legs started to shake around his shoulders, he knew you were close. When the second orgasm hit you, your legs closed around Noah’s head and your back arched from his bed.

You sat straight and looked down at Noah still between your legs, his chin covered in you slick and he had his typical boyish smile on.

“That’s a third gift.” he chuckled when you fell back down on the mattress.

He crawled up to hover over you, leaning down to kiss you. You took his jaw in your hand and turned his face to the side so you could lick his chin, but he stopped you. “No need for that, I plan on giving you one more gift.”

He turned your bodies so you were straddling his lap, feeling his bulge, but when you reached your hand to touch him he stopped you again.

“Nah it’s your birthday. Come up here.” he made himself comfortable laying back and tugged at your thighs.

“Noah.” you said, not sure if you were comfortable sitting on his face in the daylight.

“Come on, I know you liked it the last time.” he smirked and was very sure you wanted it just as much as him.

You slowly moved yourself up his body, putting your knees next to his head carefully to not hurt him.

“Fucking love this position so much.” he said to himself before he pulled you down fully.

“Oh god.” his tongue was back inside you and you had to lean against the wall to not fall over.

You tried not to move your hips and enjoy the slow motions of his tongue, trying to prolong the pleasure he was giving you.

You looked down on him and saw his eyes closed, but his brows were furrowed, showing his concentration.

He switched between between sucking on your clit to fucking you with his tongue, or just exploring your lips, teasing you.

You almost lost it when he opened his eyes and looked up at you, holding eye contact with you.

Your head fell backwards, moans leaving your mouth uncontrollably and you felt him laugh against you at your reaction.

“Noah I’m close.” you tried to move your hips, ride his face, but his arms stopped you, he was determined to make you cum with his mouth only.

He pulled you down even more, you felt his tongue all over the place and the build of your third orgasm started forming inside you.

It was slow, your legs started to feel jiggly and you wanted it to finally snap.

You felt the tip of Noah’s nose touch your clit when his tongue slid into you, the last combination of movements that sent you over the edge.

He released your hips and let you ride through your orgasm on his face. He was smiling like an idiot under you.

You collapsed next to him, hands over your face as you tried to catch your breath.

“Happy birthday Ella.” Noah whispered into your ear and kissed your cheek. Then he stood up and started picking his outfit for the day.

“Wait, what about you?” you asked.

“I said it was your birthday. And I have to meet the guys in 30 minutes so you better get ready.”

“My legs are not working right now.”

“They better start working quickly or they’ll have to walk all the way to the campus.”

“I hate you. A girl can’t enjoy the post sex bliss, tragic.” you threw a pillow at him before getting up from his bed to get ready for the day too.

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[ghostinthegallery]

This scene wouldn't leave my head, so congrats it's the world's problem now.

In which Ratchet has a graveside chat with Wing, aka the dead guy that fixed his husband for him.

“I want to be very clear.” Ratchet placed the small cup full of engex at the base of the stone plinth. “I don't believe in ghosts or spirits or any of that nonsense. When we die, we die. That’s it. No Primus or Guiding Hand or cushy afterlife and definitely no looking out for the living. Got it?”

The grave did not respond, which was good. It was what Ratchet expected. He sat down, legs crossed, careful not to crush any of the shimmering blue flowers beneath him. 

“I'm just on the fragging necroworld, and I'm not above respecting the local customs.”

Sunlight warmed his back plating as he settled into place. It was a nice day. Most days on the necroworld were nice, when nobody was trying to kill them. Not a place Ratchet would want to stay long term, but it made for a decent rest stop. Even with all the reminders of how fragile life was. The death flowers and the graves.

Carved into this grave was simply the name Wing.

“He really wanted to find you, when he found out what this place was.” Ratchet said. “Drift, I mean. Or Deadlock, you might've called him that. Got all excited at the idea of visiting. You’re one of the only things in his past he'll talk much about.”

He stared at the engex he'd offered, then pulled a flask out of his subspace. No sense making the ghost—who did not exist—drink alone.

“Since he probably never mentioned me, I'm Ratchet. Medic. Drift's conjunx, but that’s a recent development.”

Had he seriously just introduced himself to a rock? Maybe he'd gotten knocked in the helm and forgotten about it and this was all processor damage. Still, it felt right to speak, so he did. Not like anyone else was around.

“I saved his life once, a long time ago. He stood out to me. To this day, I don't understand why, but maybe you saw it too. Maybe you saw something in him that made you want to help. Sounds like you did a lot for him. Probably more than me, if we're being honest. I got him back on his feet, but after that…” Ratchet sighed. “He was still poor as scrap. He still watched enforcers shoot his friend. He was still angry.”

The image of Drift walking away from the clinic, off to sell his frame to anyone who wanted to use it made Ratchet's tank feel sour. It worsened when he thought about what was actually going on at those clinics. He wondered what he would have done if he'd known.  

“It sounds like I have you to blame for all Drift's spectralist nonsense. So frag you for that. It's annoying as hell,” he continued, eager to change the subject. “Yeah, it helped him sort through things. Even I can admit that. When he's not using religion to hide from his problems, it…it gives him some comfort. Still killed a lot of good bots, but hey, he’s in good company.”

Ratchet had no desire to hunt down Drift’s statue and see how many of the necrobot’s death flowers surrounded it. Or how many surrounded his own statue, for that matter. 

“War’s over, and we’ve all got to move on somehow. Frankly, he’s doing better than most. Brave, resourceful, too self-sacrificing for his own good. You fixed him up nice.” Ratchet studied his flask. “And I get all the benefits. Doesn’t seem fair but, thanks. I guess.”

He sighed and adjusted his position. “He feels real guilty about what happened to you. Thinks you'd still be alive if you hadn't helped him. Maybe he's right. Who knows? But you don't sound like the kind of person that would regret helping someone. You sound better than that.”

Heaviness settled over Ratchet's shoulders as he said, “I don't regret saving him either. I never have, even when Deadlock was a name autobots whispered in the same tone as necrobot. And considering how things turned out,” he chuckled. “I don’t know if that makes me a hypocrite. I’m happier with him. Less tired. He just feels right.” Ratchet added, “Probably don’t have to explain that to you.”

The strangeness of this one-sided conversation hit him again, but not harshly. It was an easy way to unload his thoughts. Like a waking defrag. 

“The swords were a nice touch.” A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. Drift looked good wielding those blades of his. Ratchet didn't mind the view when he trained. Didn't mind it in the slightest.

“He still carries your greatsword. Doesn't use it much, but it's always on his back.” Ratchet took another pull from his flask. “Been hearing some of the other bots say he should fight a duel with Cyclonus and his big greatsword which even I think is a bit sacrilegious, but—”

“There you are.”

Ratchet started then turned towards the familiar voice. Drift, footsteps annoyingly silent, approached from behind. His expression morphed from inquisitive to shocked when he got close enough to read the stone’s inscription.

“You found him,” Drift said softly.

Ratchet nodded and moved aside so Drift could kneel. Drift’s EM field was wild with conflicting emotions. Surprise, happiness, and grief mingled together, and he made no attempt to hide them. 

“I was about to come get you,” Ratchet said, which was technically true. He fully intended to bring Drift to his friend’s grave. After he was done with whatever this was.

Drift’s optics settled on the cup of engex. He smirked.

“Is that an offering?” He gasped with exaggerated shock. “A committed skeptic, bringing a gift to a ghost? Ratchet, is that you or some sort of mimic?”

Ratchet grabbed the finger Drift poked against his chest. “I didn’t want to get slag from you for being disrespectful.” 

His spark jumped as Drift pressed his hand into Ratchet’s and intertwined their fingers. Then, to Ratchet’s shock, Drift swiped the engex cup and downed it in one gulp.

“What was that?” he demanded, surprised at his own offense.

“Wing never drank engex,” Drift said. “He always gave it to me whenever mechs brought him anything. The Crystal City stuff was so diluted I couldn’t even get a buzz, but it took the edge off.”

“Ah.” Ratchet nodded. “Guess you two had an understanding.”

Drift nodded and let his frame lean into Ratchet’s. Silence settled over them. Ratchet ran his thumb over the back of Drift's hand while the latter grew contemplative. His face fell, melancholy overtaking his field. 

“I wish you two could have met,” Drift said. “He would have liked you.”

“I doubt that.” Ratchet replied. “But I’d have liked to meet him anyway.”

A breeze caught the flowers, like ripples over water. Ratchet didn’t interrupt when Drift shut off his optics and took a meditative intake. They stayed like that for a long time, hand in hand, while Drift steadied his field and Ratchet watched and took the occasional sip from his flask. He’d learned to savor quiet moments like this. They didn’t come often.

Drift’s optics brightened and he said, “Is there anyone here you want to see?”

Ratchet waved his free hand. ���I get enough trouble dealing with the living. Don't need to invite the dead to cause problems too.”

“So you won’t come and visit Gasket with me?” Drift pouted.

Ratchet groaned. “I didn’t say that.”

With a smile that made Ratchet's internals melt, Drift helped him up. He then paused and offered a spectralist sign to Wing’s grave. 

“Farewell,” he said. “And thank you for everything.”

As Drift pulled Ratchet away, Ratchet dipped his chin towards the plinth and muttered his own nearly silent,

“Thanks.”

[bettysupremacy]

hiii!! first of all I ADORE your theme💋

aaand I was thinking ab james potter w a southern reader! like any scene,just reader being southern asfff accent n all w james.preferably flirty friends🌝

have a good day/night babes!! dw ab writing this if u don’t wannaa💕!!

Flirty friends with jamie🙏🏻 cw: a lil suggestive

“Look who we have here.”

James whoops and whistles as you walk out of your small home. The grass crunches underneath you, louder than in the daylight. You look behind you cautiously. It’s nice being out of the four walls that make up your room.

“Shhh.” You giggle, letting him scoop you into a hug.

“Daddy let you off the farm?” James teases.

“No,” You muffle into him giggly. “and you know I don’t live on a farm.”

“C’mon, farm girl!” Sirius whoops from the car. “Hurry!”

James laughs loudly, pulling back. “He’s kidding.”

“Shhh.” You stress, eyes darting between the two boys. He’s got on a cowboy hat he found at a gift shop. He looks silly.

“Yeah, mate! Shut the f-“

“James,” Your hands fly to his mouth as he holds you. “Are you insane? You know my momma would have an aneurism if she saw me out here.”

Your accent tickles him. He laughs, the boyish music notes slipping through your tight fingers. “C’mon.” He muffles, pulling your hand from his mouth.

Your fingers twine with his, letting him coral you to the car. “I am not a farmer girl.”

“We know.”

Lily smiles as bright as her hair. “Cutest farmer girl I ever would’ve seen though.”

You hold your hand out to her graciously, smiling as James helps you into the car, and subsequently, onto his lap. Remus driving, Sirius shotgun, Mary, Marlene, and Lily in the back. Lily sits on Mary’s lap, and you sit on James’. It’s cosy, but tight.

“I agree.” James murmurs into your ear lowly, grinning when you shiver.

You’re more than friends, but any title higher doesn’t fit. Situationship, Marls had called it. She tugs at your dress now.

“Cute.”

It’s a simple white thing, james heavy carhartt jacket draped over it warmly. He’d lent it to you a week ago at the state fair, though you’d never gotten around to returning it. It was warm, what could you say?

“Yeah,” James adds. “Cute jacket.”

You feel warmth flood into your cheeks even if they can’t see it. “Thank yo-“

“Are those boots? Those are so cute!” Mary gleams at you.

“My daddy got them for me last spring.” You shine. “You really like ‘em?”

She nods, inky curls bouncing around her ears. “The leatherwork is beautiful.”

James suffers with the lack of attention. “Aren’t my boots cute?”

You turn to face him. More attention from you than he was expecting. His cheeks tinge. “You’re not wearing any, baby.”

“I’m not?” It’s a lame attempt at flirting, he’ll admit, but he’s warm and flustered.

“No, but your hat is very handsome.” You knock it.

“Thank you,” he recovers. “You know what they say?”

“Hmm?” Your fingers tangle in his button down.

“Save a horse,” he grins, shushing the groaning car mates. “ride a cowboy.”

“James.” You laugh quietly, dropping to stick your face in his chest embarrassed. You’re sticky with embarrassment, though their disgust isn’t pointed to you.

“What!” He laughs to Sirius, eyeing him in the rearview.

“Awful.”

“But true.” Marls shrugs.

“But hey,” Remus starts after a particularly hard speed bump. “She already is.”

James laughs louder than before, your embarrassment rising with it. Though, everyone catches the smile fighting to play on your lips.

“Let’s play the quiet game.” You murmur.

Everyone laughs.

[emotionalhottiee]

You’re my little secret 💋.

Part 1

(inspired by “My little Secret” by Xscape (kind of).

Warning: 18+ (This content may include explicit material).

DISCLAIMER: This oneshot is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise stated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events in this fanfic are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

Jey Uso x Ashleigh (OC)

It’s not really a secret, it’s just nobody’s business.

Being a woman, working in the nightclub scene isn’t for the weak. Yes of course the tips are amazing, but the men you have to deal with on a daily basis will make you homicidal. From the stingy motherfuckas that order one bottle for 20 plus people. To the ones who don’t tip (honestly they’re the worst).To the creepy ass men who think that just because you work in a strip club that you are dying for any type of attention from them. To the ones that think you’re supposed to want to sleep with them, because they have “money”. Those are the type of men i wish i never had to interact with, but this is the job I choose so it comes with the territory. Now I don’t know how most clubs work, but here at Queen of Diamonds in Atlanta I don’t have to worry about any of that because I have my uces. My incredibly buff Samoan bouncers/ Top flight security of the world aka my personal body guards; Joshua & Jon, my twinsies. They were here long before I started bartending here. But ever since I’ve been working here, they have been my lifesavers on more than one occasion. I love those boys…one maybe a little more than the other ;).

“What’s up Sis” I heard from the other side of the empty club. Recognizing that damn voice from anywhere, “wazzup JonJon” i hollered back. Followed by laughter seeing Jon’s face scrunched up at the nickname. He acts like he’s hates it but deep down inside he loves it. Once my laughter settled my eyes made their way over to Joshua, Jon’s twin brother. An instant smile was plastered all over my face. Josh made his way over to my bar where i was setting up, getting ready for the night. “Wass good babygirl” he said. Pulling me into a big bear hug. “Hey Joshy pooh” i said gleefully wrapping my arms around his neck. We stood embracing each other for what felt like an eternity, but it was only for a few seconds. He smacked his lips at the sound of the nickname i gave him. They know they love my nicknames.

It is a quarter to ten and the club is officially about to open for the night. As i was finishing up washing the rest of my shot glasses out. I felt some rough ass skinny arms wrap around me. My skin was crawling with disgust because i literally knew who it was. “Wassup girl” Que the Club Dj tried to whisper in my ear, as i struggled to push him off of me. I need to start lifting. I thought to myself because i could not get this man off of me. “I thought i told yo ass, DO NOT TOUCH ME!” I said very loudly.

I don’t understand why this man cant get a fucking clue. Don’t get me wrong he’s not a bad looking guy… It’s just his horrible personality that ruins it completely. He puts his hands up in defeat, as if he didn’t want any issues. I was wondering what caused him to switch up so quickly. But I didn’t have to look very far. Just as he started to walk away. I looked up at the club entrance to see Josh standing up jaw and fist clenched tighter than i have ever seen. But I’m not complaining, I love seeing my “man” get all worked up about me! My pussy started throbbing, just thinking about him. But i can’t have him right now, the club is about to start and people will surely notice us missing. I looked back up at Josh, letting him know with my eyes that i was fine. He slowly started to relax, unclenching his hands and jaw. He was silently telling me okay, but i knew he wasn’t over it. He couldn’t stand Que!

Part 2

[sillygoofyqueer]

Ough, I don't have much to offer, but I miss crowyuan (rereading everything in that tag rn)

Do Crows and snakes get along? I wonder how crowyuan will interact with tianlang-jun & his nephew...

Also, the old palace master! With how... creepy his character is, and how strong crowyuan's wifebeam seems to be in this verse (damn peak lord catnip lmao), I can imagine him doing some veeeeery unsavory things, if you wanna have fun with that (that post abt Yuan's wings being crippled was so TT, god damnit old crook)

Anyw, just throwing out some ideas, if you ever wanna come back to it. I see your current hyperfixation seems to be wangxian lol. Not many thoughts on that since I haven't read the novel, but looks fun

This is just so sweet...I'll respond to it ahead of the other ones, just because I was like "AWHHH" as I was reading it. Honestly, my hyperfixation is always wangxian, nothing is as strong as them in my mind - you should totally read MDZS....it's so good....it's the best MXTX series in my humble opinion- *gets shot* ANYWAY!!! First off, I have actually done a post about how Crowyuan would interact with Zhuzhi-Lang and Tianlang-Jun!!! You can find that here, but thinking about it generally (and doing a bit of research), I've got a few things that I'd like to highlight about how crow demons and snake demons would interact generally. Did you know that crows actually eat snakes in real life?? I certainly fucking didn't until I was like "yo how do they interact in real life?" THEY EAT THEM. CASUALLY. Honestly, crows are just out here eating predators like it's NUTHIN'. Anyway, applying this to Crowyuan, I've decided that crow demons and snake demons would have a very...strained relationship. Unlike the underwater demons (because I've decided they're very similar to how I portray them in the Leviathyuan AU), ground demons are all squaring up and ready to fight to the death over a murdered demon, so of course these two groups are very at odds with each other - I mean...crow demons probably feast on snake demons like they're a gourmet meal. However!! I feel like this is probably from before Crowyuan came into the equation, so like the basis of life that he starts with. AFTER he comes along, I like to think he (along with Shang Qinghua who was a *checks notes*..chicken demon?) manages to bring in a new age (generally, because you can't change everyone's views) where crow demons and snake demons have a better way of dealing with this. Snakes are a large source of protein for crows in real life, so I don't think that Crowyuan would be like "stop eating snake demons," I think it'd be more of a "hey why don't you eat the already dead ones, instead of the alive ones?" and, after a lot of talking with snake demons, they manage to bring a lot more of a relaxed relationship between the two groups. HOWEVER!! That doesn't mean that they're chill. Crow demons still find joy in fucking with snake demons - like, in real life, how crows disorient snakes through loud cawing, swooping around near the snake, and just pecking on their tails sometimes. Crow demons have this sort of spiritedness to them when they come across snake demons, and snake demons try to steer clear of snake demons because they're so annoying. AND THE OLD PALACE MASTER!!!! If, if, he wasn't almost instantly killed off or stuck in the lowest levels of the abyss, I feel like he'd see Crowyuan (of all kinds) as a sort of trophy or weapon that he needs to get his hands on so he can use this demon - who everyone seems to love?? He just wants the power and control that comes with owning this demon, he's disgusted by Crowyuan himself. Despite his disgust, of course, he would flounce Crowyuan around to events bedecked in garish gold, but would probably keep him in the Water Prison behind the scenes.....BEFORE, of course, he's killed off or stuck in the lowest levels of the abyss. So, there are some thoughts I came across while reading your ask, I hope that helped out with the drought of Crowyuan upon my blog right now.......READ MDZS SO YOU CAN ENJOY MY OTHER AUS!!! /silly/silly