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maevebabyy · 1 month ago

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CONFIDENT

lara raj x fem reader

a/n - part 2 to push n pull, there’ll be a third part to this LMAOO

wc - 2.5k

a piercing squeal rang through your car as your best friend, sophia, dramatically placed her hand over her mouth, almost choking on the guyabano juice she was sipping on.

“jesus! i’m gonna crash the car, soph!”

“sorry,” the filipina covered her mouth again, her eyes wide with excitement and surprise. “it’s just– she said what?”

you took a deep breath, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. “...that i must be really good with my fingers.”

sophia’s jaw dropped once more, bursting into laughter shortly after, setting her juice down into the cup holder. “oh my god, that’s so bold! what’d you reply with?”

you could feel yourself turn into a tomato, recalling the way lara had leaned in closer when she said it. “i mean, i didn’t know how to respond! i was caught off guard! i kinda just said… yeah and nodded?’

“yeah and nodded?” sophia echoed, shaking her head in disbelief. “that’s your big move? what are you, a middle schooler? you could have played it up! ‘oh, you think i’m good with my fingers? wanna find out?’”

“what if she really just meant that i was good with my fingers in like a guitar way though!” you countered, trying to defend yourself. “i don’t wanna just assume that lara swings like that.”

sophia rolled her eyes, a playful smirk on her face. “girl, if she’s leaning in that close like you said, she’s definitely not just talking about your guitar skills.”

“soph, can we not?” you groaned, swatting her arm playfully with your free hand, “this isn’t a rom-com.”

the older girl laughed, leaning back in her seat. “but it totally could be! can you imagine? ‘coming this june: two girls, one guitar, and a whole lot of sexual tension!’”

you couldn’t help but giggle at the thought, your best friend was too unserious. “june? seriously? and god, it was a mistake telling you this, you’re making everything so suggestive!”

there was a moment of silence as you focused on the road, the gentle hum of the car filling the space. then, sophia’s tone shifted, more earnest now. “but really, you need to be more confident, y/n.”

you raise your brow, humming lightly in response, “where’d this come from?”

the filipina grins once more, “as your best friend, with my amazing intuition, i’m telling you right now, y/n. you’ve got a really good chance with lara.”

“and what makes you say that, soph?”

“I’m telling you, best friend things.”

you shoot her a skeptical look, but she continued, her enthusiasm infectious. “seriously! there’s definitely a spark there if everything you’ve told me is true. just be more confident! just be a little flirty and reciprocate the energy, especially when we’re in south korea!”

“south korea?” you raise an eyebrow, laughter escaping you. “how am i supposed to be flirty when i can barely talk around her?’

sophia waved her hand dismissively, her confidence unwavering. “that’s because you’re a hopeless gay, but!” she said, popping the but, “that’s why you have me!”

you shake your head at the playful jab, chuckling lightly. “gee. thanks for the vote of confidence, soph.”

“anytime, y/n.” the older girl laughs, sipping on her guyabano juice once more. “but seriously, just flirt a bit more, it doesn't hurt to tread the waters a bit.”

you hum in response, nodding your head to sophia’s words. the idea of being flirty, especially with lara, felt like a huge jump, but maybe that was exactly what you needed.

with the trip to korea as part of mission two on the horizon, you imagined the possibilities there. maybe you would listen to sophia– after all, what was the worst that could happen?

as you stepped into lotte world, the vibrant atmosphere wrapped around you like a warm embrace. the air buzzed with laughter and excitement, the colourful lights of the rides making themself prominent. you glanced around, taking in the sights: families with cotton candy, friends squealing on roller coasters, and couples taking selfies against the backdrop of the stunning castle at the centre of the park.

you couldn’t believe you were actually here, yoonchae made a passing comment about how she wanted to go to lotte world with the rest of dream academy to pd bang, and here you were– actually at lotte world.

you’re pulled out of your thoughts as you hear one of the dream academy supervisors telling you girls to gather up so you could be split into groups.

once everyone was gathered, the supervisor began assigning groups. “you’ll each have some time to explore, take pictures, and enjoy the rides. just make sure to check in around halfway, so around 2 hours!”

your heart skipped a beat when you found out you’d be in a group with lara, sophia, megan, yoonchae, daniela, and manon. it felt like the universe had conspired to create the perfect scenario.

sophia nudged you playfully, “someone got lucky.” she whispered, a teasing smile on her face.

you couldn’t fight the small grin that appeared on your features, excitement bubbling inside you. being in the same group as lara during your day at lotte world was a complete godsend. as the supervisor wrapped up the instructions, your gaze wandered off to lara, who already had her eyes on you. she gave you a small smile, almost smirking at the way your eyes widened when you caught her gaze.

“let’s go explore!” daniela exclaimed, already pulling out her phone to capture the moment. the group erupted in agreement, and you fell into step beside lara as everyone began to move.

“where to first?” sophia asked, bouncing on her heels.

“let’s hit the roller coaster first!” manon suggested.

“you sure you can handle that though?” daniela teased.

“please, i thrive on adrenaline,” manon shot back with gusto.

the roller coaster, a massive structure twisting and turning against the sky, loomed ahead. as you approached, the thrill in the air intensified. the line moved quickly, and before you knew it, you were strapping yourself into the seat beside lara. your heart raced, a mix of anticipation and definitely not because you were so close to lara.

as the coaster climbed higher, you could feel your stomach drop. you glanced at lara, who was practically bouncing in her seat. how was she so excited? you were about to pass out from the thought of the drop.

you swallowed hard, the ascent feeling endless. the clattering of the tracks was nearly drowned out by your heartbeat. with one final lurch, the coaster crested the peak and paused for a heartbeat that felt like an eternity.

then, without warning, you plummeted down, the rush of air hitting you like a wave. lara screamed, but her laughter quickly followed– it was very different from you, who was holding on to dear life as you feared for your own life.

when the ride finally came to a halt, you stumbled out of your seat, breathless and a little winded. “never doing that again…”

lara was doubled over with laughter, her hair tousled from the ride. “you survived! that’s a win!” she said, flashing you a grin that sent your heart racing again. damn, you couldn’t catch a break, could you?

“i think i need a moment you replied, leaning against the railing to steady yourself. the thrill had been exhilarating, but you weren’t sure you were quite ready for another round just yet.

“c’mon y/n!, we’re just getting started!” manon exclaimed, pulling out her phone. “let’s get a group photo!”

as the others gathered around, you couldn’t help but admire the way lara’s eyes sparkled with excitement. when she stepped closer to fit into the frame, your heart skipped again. you leaned in, acting casually, and have a quick smile for the camera as if the butterflies in your stomach weren’t going crazy.

“okay, one, two… cheese!” megan announced, capturing the moment. everyone laughed as they struck silly poses, but you felt a rush of warmth as you noticed lara leaning slightly closer, as if wanting to be part of your space.

“what’s next?” yoonchae asked.

at the korean girl’s question, sophia clapped her hands together, “teacups!”

with no objections, the filipina girl started dragging everyone toward the spinning ride.

honestly, the thought of spinning in circles again made your stomach churn slightly. but the way lara’s eyes lit up at the idea made it hard to resist.

as the group made its way to the teacup ride, you listened in on the group’s conversation. the lighthearted banter making good background noise as you were trying to steady your beating heart.

once at the ride, the vibrant colours of the teacups spun around you, each one more colourful than the last. “ooh, let’s go for that one!” lara suggested.

“sure, let’s go.” you agreed, pointing to a cup adorned in vivid yellows and pinks.

you both climbed in, with lara settled opposite of you so that the weight could be evenly distributed. before you could grab the wheel in the middle, lara beat you to it, a mischievous grin on her face.

“looks like you’re at my mercy now,” lara teased, her fingers already spinning the wheel, the ride starting to move.

“oh no, what have i done?” you laughed, trying to keep your balance as the cup began to spin faster.

the colours blurred around you as lara twisted the wheel with enthusiasm, her laughter mixing with yours. you couldn’t help but feel a thrill, even as your stomach turned slightly from the spinning. “okay, okay! slow down a bit!” you called out, but she just grinned wider.

“not a chance!” she replied, clearly enjoying the chaos.

when the ride finally slowed and came to a stop, you stumbled out, feeling slightly disoriented but better than when you got off the rollercoaster. “you’re absolutely sick” you joked, clutching your stomach.

“i don’t regret anything.” lara giggled, stepping off the ride as well.

with two rides done, the group decided to take a break and grab some snacks. as you walked over to a nearby stall selling cotton candy, you could feel lara’s presence beside you. “getting cotton candy?”

you nodded as response, “yeah, i mean, it’s practically a rule when you’re at an amusement park, right?”

“well, if we’re going by rules, we gotta hit up the haunted house next.” lara grinned.

“sure,” you chuckle, “but try getting the others to say yes to that”

you offer lara a piece of your cotton candy, scanning the crowd. “actually, where is everyone else?” you wondered, noticing that the group somehow drifted apart.

lara shrugged, her mouth full of sugar, “probably off taking pictures or getting more food. let’s just go!’

against your better judgement, you agreed to lara, not wanting to miss out on a chance on actually getting some alone time with her.

as you approached the haunted house, the dark, ominous facade loomed before you. the creepy sounds and flickering lights creating an eerie atmosphere.

“hm, i don’t think it’ll be that bad” you say genuinely.

“famous last words.” lara giggled.

you weren’t joking though, having sophia as your best friend meant that you’d also deal with her interesting fondness for haunted experiences, making you somewhat resistant to haunted houses.

the line moved quickly, and you two were already stepping side the haunted house. the dimly lit entrance was lined with cobwebs, and the air was thick with an unsettling chill and fog. as you went further in, the sounds of eerie whispers and creaking wood surrounded you.

“okay, this is kinda creepy,” you said, trying to sound brave as a particularly loud bang echoed from the depths of the house.

lara laughed, nudging you with her shoulder. “what happened to being all tough and brave?”

you chuckled, trying to brush off the nerves. “well, i might need a little backup. you know, just in case a ghost decides to jump out at me.”

“oh, is that what you’re hoping for?” she teased, her voice playful yet laced with a hint of something deeper. “to get spooked and have me save you?”

“maybe,” you said, glancing at her with a soft smile. feeling bold, you say your next words, thankful for whatever deity above that you didn't trip over your own words.

“but i was thinking more along the lines of a rescue where you pull me close and i, uh, ‘thank’ you later.”

lara stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening with surprise before a grin spread across her face, a light blush dusting across her cheeks as well. “damn, okay y/n, i wasn’t expecting that from you.”

a small grin appears on your face as you watch as lara shakes her head, giggling at your comment.

as you moved deeper into the haunted house, you found yourself brushing against her more frequently. each flicker of light seemed to bring you closer, your shoulders occasionally bumping together as you navigated the tight corridors.

“okay, that’s just a prop,” lara said, pointing at a creepy skeleton hanging from the wall. “but i’d rather– AH!”

just then, a loud blood curdling scream echoed from nearby, causing you to flinch but makes lara jump slightly and yelp.

without thinking, you pull lara closer, wrapping your arm around her waist. the warmth of her body against yours sent a rush of adrenaline through you, eclipsing the fear of the haunted house.

just as quickly as you pulled lara closer though, you let go right away, afraid to have crossed some boundaries.

you felt your heart race as you pulled away, suddenly acutely aware of the closeness you’d just shared. “sorry, i just kinda did it on instinct,” you said, trying to play it cool, but the heat in your cheeks betrayed you.

lara chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “no need to apologize. i mean, who wouldn’t want to be saved by a sturdy hero like you?”

your breath caught at her choice of words. “oh, so you think i’m sturdy?” you replied, leaning in a little closer, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. “i mean, i guess i… i do have some good qualities.”

you repeated sophia’s words to you like a mantra as you said that. just be confident, but ultimately that failed you for the next part to come.

lara’s gaze met yours, a playful smirk spreading across her face. “definitely. you seem like someone who could hold their own… in more ways than one.”

you swallowed hard, your pulse quickening. “yeah, well, it’s, um, easier to be… reliable? when it’s… y-you know, in a haunted house,” you stuttered, your confidence wavering slightly.

she raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the moment. “oh, i’m counting on it. i might just need to put that to the test. out of this haunted house of course.”

you took a deep breath, careful not to mess up your next words, but once again failing. “j-just let me know when you, uh, wanna put that to the test, then.”

a/n - terribly rushed, it's 3 am and i clocked out at 11 before i even started writing this. WEIRD PACING!!!

#lara raj x reader #lara raj #katseye x reader #katseye #maevebabyy

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luveline · 2 years ago

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valentines party!! ❤️‍🔥 can we get “what? i’m not allowed to look at you” with bf steve ? his gf a lil shy 🙈

luveline's valentine's mini party ♥︎

thank you for your request!! shy!fem!reader

You hadn't realised how much of having a boyfriend was eating food together in his car. You won't complain because it's quickly become one of your favourite things to do. You haunt Steve's passenger and he buys you dinner, no matter how often you try to take the bill.

"Right, 'cause that's happening," he says.

The hot paper bag burns your legs as Steve pulls into a parking lot. He parks, cranks down the windows, pushes his seat back, and turns up the radio. You search through the bag for his burger.

"I should be allowed to pay, baby," you say softly, hoping your tone will change his mind. "It's not fair that you always pay... You're a feminist."

He grabs his coke from the cup holder, chuckling to himself between sips. "I'm a feminist, but I also believe in spoiling my girl. I mean, look at you. Do you know how pretty you look right now, just to get burgers? I think I can manage the bill."

You drop a wad of napkins into his lap before offering his burger and fries. He takes them, and he leans across the console to kiss you quick. It's a nice kiss, gentle and easy.

"You can pay next time."

You've heard that one before. Still, you say, "Thank you," and take out your own food.

You're so glad Steve likes you. That he wants you. Moments like this, watching each other eat, listening to the radio and singing through mouthfuls of lettuce and tomato, letting him dip his fries in your milkshake, they mean the world to you. You hadn't known a guy like Steve existed before you met him. He's accepting. He thinks you're beautiful with lettuce on your chin. He wants to kiss your fingers fry grease and all, and it makes you feel like the prettiest girl on Earth.

Somehow he manages to get your hand in his, though you're both still eating and one-handed is hard work. He rubs the back of your hand with his thumb, dropping his burger in his lap.

"What?" he asks.

"What?" you ask back, averting your eyes.

"Why were you looking at me like that?"

"What, I'm not allowed to look at you?" you ask, trying to pull your hand out of his. He gets a grip like super glue on you.

You can hear his smile. "Don't get shy on me now, I want answers!"

"I'm always shy on you," you say, pleading, "please don't, Stevie."

"You were giving me the googly eyes. I know that. You want another kiss, is that it? I might taste like sesame seeds, but I'll give you the kiss of your life if you look at me like that again."

It's tempting but off putting at the same time. Of course you want the kiss of your life, but at the same time…

"I don't think I'd survive it," you mumble.

Steve bursts into laughter. It's completely golden. He laughs all the way up your arm, kissing from your knuckles to your t-shirt sleeve until you're squirming and pulling your shoulder to your cheek to hide from his ticklish kissing.

"Your stubble's itching me," you say.

"Sorry," he says sweetly.

If there's one thing you know about your boy — he is not sorry.

#luveline valentine #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x fem!reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things #steve harrington fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington x reader fluff

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dalsofile · 4 months ago

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dinner date night

You and Nayeon enjoy a romantic dinner at a quaint Italian restaurant, then continue the evening with playful homemade pasta-making and conversations at home.

tags :: romance, date night, candle lit dinner, cooking together

wc :: 1,859

cast :: y/n, nayeon

song :: someday i'll find my way home - carol & tuesday

You and Nayeon had been eagerly anticipating this dinner date night for weeks. The excitement had been building ever since you decided to spend a special evening together at a quaint, candle-lit Italian restaurant nestled away in a quiet corner of the city. You both wanted a setting that was intimate and romantic, a place where you could unwind and enjoy each other’s company without the distractions of everyday life.

As you approached the restaurant, the soft glow from the flickering candles in the window promised an inviting ambiance. The air was filled with the rich aroma of freshly baked bread and simmering pasta sauces, mingling with the subtle scent of herbs and spices. It felt like the restaurant was already setting the stage for a perfect evening.

The host greeted you warmly and led you to a cozy table near the window. The table was adorned with a delicate lace tablecloth and a single candle in a polished brass holder, its light dancing softly across the surface. Nayeon, ever the gentleman, pulled out a chair for you, and you smiled appreciatively as you took your seat.

“This place is even more charming than I imagined,” you said, looking around at the cozy, romantic setting.

Nayeon smiled, her eyes sparkling in the candlelight. “I’m glad you think so. I wanted this night to be special for us.”

You both perused the menu with a sense of anticipation. After a brief but pleasant deliberation, you decided on a bottle of the finest red wine – a choice that seemed fitting for the occasion.

“To us,” Nayeon said, raising her glass in a toast.

“To us,” you echoed, clinking your glasses together. The deep ruby red of the wine caught the candlelight and cast a warm glow over your faces.

The night unfolded with a sense of ease and joy. You shared stories, your laughter intertwining with the soft strains of music playing in the background. Every now and then, your fingers brushed across the table, and you exchanged sweet, lingering kisses that spoke volumes more than words ever could.

“This is the perfect evening,” you said, gazing into Nayeon’s eyes.

“I couldn’t agree more,” Nayeon replied, a smile playing on her lips. “Everything about tonight feels right.”

The food arrived, and it was nothing short of divine. You began with a fresh Caprese salad, the tomatoes and mozzarella perfectly complemented by a drizzle of balsamic glaze. Each bite was a burst of flavor.

“This salad is amazing,” you said, savoring another bite. “It’s like a taste of summer.”

Nayeon nodded in agreement. “I’m glad you like it. The tomatoes are so fresh; I think that’s what makes it so delicious.”

For the main course, you decided to share a creamy risotto and a perfectly cooked steak. The risotto was rich and buttery, with just the right amount of seasoning, while the steak was tender and juicy, melting in your mouth with every bite.

“This steak is cooked to perfection,” Nayeon said, cutting a piece of the steak and offering it to you on her fork.

You took a bite and moaned in delight. “I couldn’t agree more. It’s like heaven.”

Dessert was a highlight of the meal – a decadent tiramisu that was as beautiful as it was delicious. The layers of coffee-soaked ladyfingers and mascarpone cream created a symphony of flavors.

“This tiramisu is out of this world,” you said, your eyes widening in amazement.

Nayeon grinned. “I’m glad you think so. I was hoping it would be a perfect end to the meal.”

As you left the restaurant, the effects of the wine were beginning to make themselves known. Your steps were a bit wobbly, and your laughter rang out freely in the quiet streets. The city lights twinkled above, casting a magical glow over the surroundings.

“This night has been incredible,” Nayeon said, slipping her hand into yours.

“I know,” you replied, squeezing her hand gently. “I’ve had such a great time.”

When you arrived back at your cozy apartment, the night was still young, and the fun was far from over. Nayeon, with her cheeks flushed from the wine, suggested continuing the evening by cooking something together. The idea of making homemade pasta seemed both romantic and practical, and you agreed wholeheartedly.

“Homemade pasta sounds perfect,” you said, your eyes lighting up with excitement. “It’ll be fun.”

“I thought you might like that,” Nayeon replied with a wink. “Let’s get to it!”

You made your way to the kitchen, your movements slightly unsteady but filled with excitement. As you rummaged through the cabinets and drawers, pulling out ingredients with clumsy hands, it was clear that this would be no ordinary cooking session.

“Where did I put the rolling pin?” you wondered aloud, digging through a drawer.

“Here, let me help,” Nayeon said, reaching over and finding it for you. “I think we’ve got this, even if it gets a little messy.”

The kitchen soon filled with your laughter and playful banter. Nayeon, attempting to knead the pasta dough, ended up with flour on her nose and a bit of dough stuck to her hands.

“You look like a pastry chef from a cartoon,” you said, laughing as you saw Nayeon’s comical appearance.

“Hey, I’m just getting into character,” Nayeon replied with a playful grin. “At least the dough’s turning out well.”

As you prepared the pasta, Nayeon leaned in close to you, her breath warm against your ear. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered, her words slightly slurred but filled with genuine affection.

You blushed and turned to meet Nayeon’s gaze. “You’re making me blush,” you said with a smile. Your lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss, the warmth of your love mingling with the warmth of the kitchen.

Your playful antics continued as you cooked. Nayeon accidentally dropped a bit of pasta dough on the counter, causing both of you to burst into fits of giggles.

“Oops! That was a bit of a mess,” Nayeon said, chuckling as she tried to clean up the dough.

“You’re doing great,” you reassured her, grabbing a cloth to help clean up. “And besides, the mess just means we’re having fun.”

You playfully floured Nayeon’s hair, and soon, you were both covered in a comical mix of flour and dough, your kitchen resembling a chaotic, joyful mess.

“Now we’re truly pasta chefs,” Nayeon said, grinning as she looked at your flour-covered faces.

Despite the disarray, you managed to prepare a delicious homemade pasta dish. You cooked the pasta to perfection, and Nayeon made a rich, savory tomato sauce with a touch of garlic and basil. The kitchen smelled amazing, and you couldn’t wait to taste the fruits of your labor.

“This pasta is incredible,” you said, taking a bite of the dish. “I think we’ve outdone ourselves.”

“I have to agree,” Nayeon said, savoring a forkful of the pasta. “It tastes even better because we made it together.”

You sat down at the kitchen table, your fingers sticky with sauce, and fed each other bites of the warm, comforting pasta. Each bite was accompanied by a kiss, a giggle, or a whispered sweet nothing, making the simple act of eating homemade pasta a cherished part of your evening.

“This is my favorite part of the night,” Nayeon said, looking into your eyes. “Just being here with you.”

“I feel the same way,” you replied, your heart swelling with affection. “It’s perfect.”

As the night wore on, you found yourselves sitting on the kitchen floor, leaning against each other, your hands intertwined. Nayeon looked at you, her eyes filled with love and contentment.

“This has been the best night ever,” she said softly, her voice filled with emotion.

You smiled and kissed her gently. “I couldn’t agree more,” you replied. You stayed there for a while, savoring the moment, knowing that no matter what, you had each other. The warmth of your connection was palpable, and the love you felt for each other was a comforting presence in your lives.

After some time, you got up to start cleaning the kitchen, still giggling as you glanced over at Nayeon, who was attempting to help but mostly just getting in the way.

“I’m trying to be useful,” Nayeon said with a mock-serious tone as she handed you a sponge. “But I think I’m just making more of a mess.”

“You’re doing great,” you said with a chuckle. “I wouldn’t want to be cleaning up this mess without you.”

Nayeon, determined to be useful, decided to make some hot chocolate. She carefully heated the milk on the stove, adding cocoa powder and sugar, and stirred it slowly. The rich aroma of the hot chocolate filled the kitchen, adding to the cozy atmosphere of the evening.

“Hot chocolate should help us unwind after all this cooking,” Nayeon said, pouring the steaming drink into mugs.

“Perfect idea,” you said, taking a sip of the rich, comforting beverage. “This is just what we need.”

Once the hot chocolate was ready, you sat back down at the table, sipping the warm drink. Nayeon reached out and took your hand, your fingers intertwining. “I love you,” she said softly, her voice filled with emotion.

Your eyes sparkled as you looked at Nayeon. “I love you too,” you replied, your voice equally tender. You sat there in comfortable silence, simply enjoying each other’s presence and the peacefulness of the moment.

Eventually, you decided to move to the living room, where you cuddled up on the couch under a soft blanket. Nayeon rested her head on your shoulder, feeling completely content.

“This has been the perfect end to a perfect night,” Nayeon said, her voice soft and content.

“I couldn’t agree more,” you said, wrapping your arms around her. “I’m so happy we had this time together.”

You talked about your dreams and plans for the future, your words filled with hope and love. Each conversation brought you closer, deepening your connection and reinforcing your commitment to each other.

As the night drew to a close, you found yourselves growing sleepy. You made your way to the bedroom, where you changed into your pajamas and climbed into bed. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a gentle light over the room, creating a serene and intimate atmosphere.

Nayeon wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close. “Goodnight, my love,” she whispered, her voice filled with warmth and tenderness.

You snuggled closer, your heart full of love. “Goodnight,” you replied softly, your voice carrying a promise of affection and devotion.

You fell asleep in each other’s arms, your breaths falling into a synchronized rhythm as you drifted off to dreamland. The night was filled with the soft sound of your breathing and the occasional rustle of the blankets, a comforting reminder of the love you shared and the joy of spending such a perfect evening together.

In your dreams, you danced through a world of endless possibilities, your hearts forever intertwined. The night you had spent together was a beautiful chapter in your love story, a memory you would cherish and hold close as you continued to build your future together.

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animusicnerd · 2 years ago

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The Language of Flowers

☾ Genre: Fluff

☾ Warnings: N/A

☾ Pairing(s): Malleus Draconia x GN! Reader

☾ Notes: Entry for the event "new beginnings from @briarvalleyarchives. I think Diasomnia fans deserve a nice fluffy treat for all that's happening.

Malleus believed that humans were selfish, greedy, and annoying cowards. Throughout his long life, the Fae Prince has seen humans steal from themselves and others. Bring down their own kingdoms and destroy his people’s lands. He truly believed that most, if not all, humans were the most despicable things in the world. But even so, he could not deny that they were interesting.

Even though they touch everything that they destroy, humans were able to rebuild as well. He has seen the gardens they have built. The families they created. The art that they made. He has seen them thrive no matter the circumstances they faced. Humans were abhorrent creatures, yes, but the select few were admirable beings.

Malleus rarely took any time to research them. Yes, some humans lived in Briar Valley, but most kept to themselves and the families that they surrounded themselves in. They were rarely in the castle and although he had run into a few of them in the woods, Malleus never stayed any longer than he needed to. So, when he found himself falling for the Prefect of Ramshackle dorm—a magicless human, at that—he was not quite sure what to do. He was not well versed in human courting rituals and any advice he took from other humans did not seem good enough. The Prefect had captured his heart without him knowing, but as they were human, he was not sure where to go about courting them.

How does one capture a human’s cruel heart?

That was the first question Malleus had asked Lilia. He was the one to suggest that they attend Night Raven College so that the Fae Prince may expand his knowledge on humans and other species around Twisted Wonderland. He should be able to provide Malleus with the means of courting a human.

“How about flowers?” his caretaker suggested.

The pair sat in one of the black velvet couches in Diasomnia’s lounge. Green light emanated from the candles sitting on the brass candle holders that dotted the dorm, providing enough light to make up for the lack of windows inside. Lilia cradled a glass of tomato juice in his hands, sitting on the left end of the couch as Malleus held a mug of black coffee, sitting on the right end. The other residents in their dorm were fast asleep, leaving the two faeries to themselves and their conversation.

“That suggestion was given to me too many times to count,” Malleus stated. It was a repetitive proposition that was given to him by both Vil, Riddle, Cater and any other humans that he came across. He did not quite understand why giving them such a simple thing as a bouquet would make the Prefect happy. Flowers would not last as long as his love for them, but gold and gems would.

Alas, the last time he tried to give the Prefect a wonderful emerald necklace, they rejected his offer stating that they could not possibly take something so valuable. “I still don’t get why the Prefect won’t accept the gems and gold that I have given to them.” He sighed, feeling an ache in his chest as he remembered his latest gift being pushed back into his hands.

“Young Master, you must remember that the Prefect is a normal human,” Lilia chided, taking a sip from his cup. “Gems and gold are not the standard for them, not to mention it’s more inline with families like the Al-Asims.”

“If I can’t give gems, nor gold, then what shall I give them?” It was how dragon fae courted each other. Showering each other with the shiniest gifts that they could afford was the way that Malleus was taught to court others; although, it was assumed that he would take a fae lover, not a human. “And I do have the intent of marrying them!”

Malleus watched as Lilia sighed before placing down his tomato juice and snapped his fingers. A book appeared in his hands titled: A Guide to Floriography. Sitting up from his seat, Malleus leaned in closer as his caretaker flipped through the yellowed pages before stopping and meeting Malleus’s gaze. “I am well aware of your feelings towards the Prefect and flowers are a sure-fire way for you to properly confess your infatuation with them. It would help bring your relationship to the next level, so to speak.”

The prince looked at the green book in Lilia’s hands. Floriography was something that he was not interested in, and although he may know the meaning of a select few flowers, it was not important in his eyes. But if something as simple as a bouquet would be able to reach the Prefect’s heart, then he would send them one.

“Very well, I’ll play along.”

Lilia clapped his hands together and with a grin states, “Splendid! Let us begin.”

It was late at night when you heard the doorbell of Ramshackle ring throughout its halls. Grim was already sound asleep in your bed, snoring and muttering under his breath. The ghosts had already retired for the night as well. You were the only one awake at that hour and knowing the headmage, he must have sent something for you to take care of. Again.

With a heavy heart in their chest, you walked towards the front door. Upon opening it, a beautiful bouquet set in a green vase was the only thing left on the porch. Confused, you looked around the area, seeing nothing but darkness and the flicker of lights from the college. You didn’t know what this was for, but you did have an inkling of who might have given it. After all, Malleus wasn’t known as one of the greatest wizards for nothing. It wouldn’t be surprising for him to poof! into existence in front of your doorstep, drop off the flowers, and then disappear again.

Picking up the vase, you noticed the thorny vines and flowers painted around the vase glinting in the moonlight. A yellow card caught your attention. A gust of cold wind hit you, and you quickly went inside to avoid the cold. Once the door was shut, you looked back at the card tied to one of the stems of the flowers and read it:

My dear beloved,

For the last few weeks, I have been attempting to court you. I was not sure how humans started their courting rituals, so I started courting you in the way that I might court a faerie. I apologize for that as it seems that my intentions were not clear for my affections for you.

I shall make them clear right now.

My dear, since the night that we have met, I have been enraptured by you and your personality. I cannot say all that I feel through words alone, so I will let the flowers help me—as silly as that sounds. I will start with the ones on the vase.

Briar Rose – I Am Wounded

Initially, I was offended that you had rejected my gifts. Most people from my kingdom would be honored for such riches, but I forget that you are human and not of this world. So, while I am no longer wounded, I still feel the sting of rejection whenever I remember the returned gifts given back to me. Now, onto the bouquet.

Carnations – Fascination

The night that we had met, I admit that I was running from my guards. I had wanted to look at the beautiful gargoyles that sat atop the ledges of Ramshackle dorm and one such guard claimed that it was far too late for such a thing. I disagreed and went anyway. When you emerged from your dorm to see me, I was surprised that you had not known me, so I allowed you to give me a name. It took quite a while for you to find out my identity, but I still like the fact that you call me “Tsunotaro.” An interesting name and one that I cherish.

Red Chrysanthemums and Forget-Me-Nots – I Love You and True Love

I have loved throughout the years, but none as strong as my affections for you. Love is not something that is readily available for the fae, yet humans seem to have an affinity for it along with destruction. It’s funny. We are not able to lie so you would think that we would wear our hearts on our sleeves, but that is the farthest thing from the truth. We keep our hearts to ourselves, as close as we can, so for me to lay it bare before you and allow you to take it is something of great significance towards me, and I hope for you.

White Heather and Orange Blossoms – Protection and Innocence

You know nothing of this world, that much is certain, my dear. You have been moved from your home world to mine and knowing all the dangers that this world possesses, I vow to keep you safe. Innocence is something that is not common in this world, but naivety is. You have both and as amusing as it is, I know that if you were to leave these grounds and get hurt, I would never forgive myself for not being there with you. However, orange blossoms also represent eternal love; the love that I have for you. So even when you pass, know that I have loved you and will continue to love you until the day I inevitably pass as well.

Jonquil – Desire For Affection

If you are still reading this letter, I am sure by now that I have gotten my feelings across to you. Now all I yearn for is your affection in return. I wish to see you every morning with a smile on your face. I wish to have your arms around me, holding me gently. I wish to be with you, and I hope that you would allow me to be by your side. If you return my affections, please meet me tomorrow night outside of your dorm and give me your answer.

Yours,

Malleus Draconia

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miyuhpapayuh · 5 months ago

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“Oh, my head—”

“Shut that up, woman.” Leon cuts Zora’s dramatics off, lightly thumping her nose. She laughs, flicking his hand away.

“Yeah, yeah. My head may be fine, but the rest of me,” she snorts, tucking one of her hands behind her head, getting comfy in the king size bed.

“That's why I'm gonna draw you a bath, silly.”

“Ugh, he does love me.” She sings, giggling at the many kisses he plants on her lips and face.

“More than life, cupcake.” A single kiss is pressed to her nose and he's disappearing into the adjoining bathroom to get the water going.

Sliding down in the bed, Zora sighs and stretches her limbs, sore as they are, and runs her hands over her poofy hair. It would be nice if she could find a ponytail holder.

Looking to her right, she squints from the loss of her contacts, at the sight of the pretty pale yellow sun high in the sky, the swirls of gray clouds make it that much prettier.

A yelp of surprise leaves her as Leon scoops her up from her warm place in the sheets, carrying her directly into the steamy, rose littered bath.

“Aw, how cute is this!” She coos, looking up at him once they're seated, leaning in for a few sweet kisses.

“Anything for you, sugar lumps.” He says, kissing her lips a few more times, before pulling her hair up away from the water.

“Thanks, I couldn't find my scrunchie or anything,”

Drying his hands on the towel closest to them, he flashes her his left wrist, making her gasp at the black elastic band around it.

“Where was it?”

He chuckles, pointing to the counter in front of them. “I think you left it in here at some point, last night.”

“Jesus,” she mumbles, sighing as he gently rakes his fingers through her hair, pulling it into a high, messy bun.

A couple strands fall wayward, leaving him twirling them around his finger.

“When’s checkout time?” She asks, linking their wet fingers together.

“Uh.. twelve, I believe.” He answers, kissing her shoulder as she leans into him.

“Good. More time to soak all of this up. Nique said Valentine's been meowing more than usual.” She says, closing her eyes, stretching and cracking her toes.

“Aw, she lasted longer than I thought.”

“Same,” she laughs, “gotta get her a treat.”

“Oh lord,” he chuckles, peeking down at her as she quiets down.

“You falling asleep on me, girl?”

“Mmm, maybe?”

“Always my sleepyhead,” he laughs, once more, pressing a kiss to the side of her face.

“Sorry, it's just so cozy… I can't help it.” She yawns, drawing a pattern on a hand that's splayed across her belly.

“It's okay,” he assures, “cause you gotta stay up for the rest of the day, anyway.”

“Why?” She asks, popping one eye open.

“V-day misses mama, that's why.”

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“Her custom collar is on its way!” She sings, shoving her phone towards Leon so he could see it.

Bright orange with black hearts, gold nameplate with Valentine carved into it with a tiny heart in the corner.

“How cute,” he snickers, “she's spoiled, already.”

“As she should be! Isn't it so cute?! I know you said it was, but say it again!” She blurts out, laughing at herself before he has the chance.

“Baby, calm down,” he chuckles, rubbing her knee as she bounces her leg in excitement.

“It's very cute. ‘S gonna match her fur real nice.”

She pinches his cheek and settles back beside him, just as Valentine jumps into her lap to curl up.

“I love when she does this,” she coos, rubbing her soft fur.

Her purring had become Zora’s new favorite thing in an instant. It was its strongest when she'd rub between her ears.

Leon fondly shakes his head, before getting up and heading into the kitchen.

“What's for lunch, chef?” Zora snickers.

“Ha. I was thinking about a club sandwich? I won't put tomatoes on yours, I know how you feel about ‘em.”

“Aw, you know me! That sounds so delicious, actually.” She nods.

“See? Great minds,” he points between them for emphasis, making her laugh.

“Want me to help you with anything?”

“Yes. Stay put and play with v-day.” He winks.

She playfully rolls her eyes, mumbling an okay before looking down at her new orange companion.

“You're like Garfield, but so much cuter,” picking her up, she holds her closer to her face, cooing as she reaches out to nuzzle against her cheek.

“Yep. So much cuter!”

After a quick cat nap for them both, the smell of bacon sent Zora toward her dining table where her plate was waiting.

“Oh man, that looks delicious!” She says as her stomach rumbles.

“I hope you love it, bae.”

Quickly washing her hands, she rejoins Leon at the table to finally chow down.

“Did you make homemade fries??” She asks, staring at the thick cut fries on her plate.

“Yeah,” he grins proudly, “I definitely took a trip to the store while y'all were knocked. It just sounded so good. They're the perfect golden I've been tryna get ‘em to, too.”

“Aw,” Zora snickers, pinching his cheek, “you are the cutest chef alive! Did you take a picture??”

“You know I did! I even did a lil video, showing me cutting them up, frying the bacon, plating everything..” he nods, still grinning.

“Throw it on tiktok or something! I bet the people would eat it up!”

“Yeah, I honestly thought about it. But I'm still trying to get all my ideas together for my next career move, so I'll table that for now. Keep it on the top of my stack.” He winks.

Thanking god the redness in her face was hidden, she grabs a half of her sandwich and bites into it, eyes closing at the taste.

“Mmm,” she hums, grabbing a fry next to dip in the aioli sauce, then another one, then taking another bite of her sandwich, all while Leon watches in pure happiness.

“I take it, you're enjoying it,” he says, biting into his own sandwich.

“The thoughts I'm thinking right now are so unholy,” she pauses to lick her fingers, “all because of you and this food!”

He raises a brow at her, to which she responds by raising both back at him.

“What you tryna do, then?” He asks with a chuckle.

She giggles, dipping another fry into the sauce and tossing it into her mouth.

“Better be glad vday ain't so sleepy yet,” Leon says, smiling at her.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I'll get you later, though.” He winks.

She continues to giggle and eat her food, while he heads back into the kitchen to clean up.

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Zora took the brief moment she had to sit down and go through her checklist, thanking god for friends like Nique.

After having the dreaded conversation with Linda and having it go way better than anticipated, she felt better knowing she was scheduled til the end of the month and it could go towards her savings for her project.

She'd sent off prints of her artwork to the Mint museum, attaching her contact info to each one just in case they were interested.

Nique had even encouraged her to use social media to her advantage, especially with her not having much on her instagram, having archived everything but her face.

She posted on her page and story about her art, making sure to specifically hide her story from Leon so her journey could remain a secret for now.

On the move again, she moves toward the door and looks back at Valentine.

“Daddy’ll be here soon.” She says, blowing a kiss before slipping out, locking up, almost skating down the steps to her car.

About ten minutes later, there's three plates of nachos between Zora, Neoma, Lovita and Nique as they catch up at their favorite spot, Mi Pueblo.

“So, Nique and I are currently trying to get my art in the mint museum,” she says, laughing as they gasp.

“I know, I know!”

“Dude!” Lovita reaches over to smack her younger sister’s arm. “That's huge!”

“Yeah! I knew something was up!”

“Did you really? Cause Zora said y'all wouldn't catch on!” Nique points out.

“Heffa,” Neoma sucks her teeth, “when you put your canvases away, that was my first clue cause I wanted to know why, but I never asked, see? I waited for you to tell me!”

Zora giggles. “You did good, Nene!”

“So, what have y'all done so far?”

“I've sent in prints of my artwork, told them I've got the money set aside for any fees! I've joined an art group, too! I meet with them next week! It's mostly women— sistas!”

“Ooh, I'm so excited for you!”

“Me too! Look at you go!”

“What did Leon say??”

“He doesn't know much about it, I'm keeping most of it a secret for now.”

“Awww, he's gonna flip!!”

“I know, I cannot wait!” Zora beams. “But enough about me, what's going on with y'all?”

“Wait, you still gon be waitressin’?” Neoma asks.

“Nah, my last day is the twenty-seventh. I'll miss it.” She sighs.

“Aw, poor Linda's gon’ lose her mind without you!”

“She knows I'll never stray too far! I might ask her for some favors, soon… but, do tell thing one and thing two.”

“Girl,”

“Stay doin’ us. Anyway, I'm getting promoted to head chef since I'm such the cook!” Lovita says, cheesing hard.

“That's amazing! Congratulations!” They applaud.

“Yeah, go you! I knew you could cook more than egg and bologna sandwiches.” Nique jokes, making Lovita laugh and flip her off.

“Thanks, y'all. It was really the boost I needed! It also comes with a FAT bonus!”

“How fat we talkin’?” Zora asks as they all lean in.

“Girl fatter than the Fat Boys!”

They all crack up, falling back in the booth simultaneously, wiping tears from their cheeks.

“That girl ain't got no sense!” Neoma says, still giggling as they calm down.

“Okay giggles, what's new with you?” Zora asks.

“Craig and I just celebrated our three month anniversary last week. He took me to the Cheesecake Factory cause that's my favorite place, I ate my chicken and biscuits! Y'all know how I feel about ‘em!”

“Yes, we know,” Lovita nods, while Zora snickers. “But cute, cute! What else?”

“We shared a slice of Oreo cheesecake and it said happy anniversary on the plate, I'll show y'all in a minute, it was so cute! Then we went inside pandora and he got me another charm for my bracelet, it's this little yellow heart!”

“Awww,” they coo, so happy for their little sister.

“I might not have to hurt him after all,” Nique says, and they fall into another fit of laughter.

“Nique got jokes! I hope she got sumn to spill, too.”

“Oop! Well, of course I do! I'm also quitting my job very soon and going back to school full time!”

“What?” They gasp.

“I can't believe you didn't tell us!” Zora exclaims.

“It was so hard keeping it to myself for this long!” Nique laughs. “It started off as just a thought but then I brought it up to Darnell and he offered to help me with my bills so I can go back and get my degree!”

“What?” They gasp even louder this time.

“That's what I said!!”

“That's a good man, there.” Lovita nods. “He gon pay your rent?”

“Mmmhm! I don't gotta worry about nothing!”

“Must be nice!”

“Damn, I'm scared of you!” Zora laughs.

“You sound like ya damn mama,” Nique cracks.

“We're so happy for you!”

“Shoot, we need another round of nachos or something! We can get drinks this weekend if y'all want though, we still gotta drive home.”

“True, true! Put extra queso on those nachos!”

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“Valentine Jupiter Grey, get DOWN from there!” Leon yells, waving her feather toy around to get her attention.

The orange cat had found her way up on his bookshelf, cozying up in the highest nook, which was also the one of the dustiest. He already knew giving her a bath would be another challenge.

He sighs heavily, looking up at her green eyes peeking down at him. She was not moved by his yelling or his choice of toy.

“So, you're just gonna sit up there?” He asks, as if she was going to answer him.

She just blinked and looked towards the window. He scoffed and sat down in his office chair.

“Talkin’ bout she won't be climbin’ on high surfaces and shit.. vday is on my bookshelf! That mug is eight feet tall, and she's just up there chillin’!”

As if she sensed something was wrong, Zora calls.

He answers on the first ring, immediately filling her in on her new feline friend and her misadventure.

“She what?!”

He turns around to look up at her. Ears pointed as she stared at him, still.

“Mmhm, she's still staring at me… nah, she didn't knock anything over, but what if she falls? She's so tiny and watching her jump up there almost gave me a heart attack!” He laughs.

“Good lord! Okay, I'll be there in like ten minutes, okay? Just keep your eye on her.”

“I got you, get here safe. I love you.”

“I love you, sugar booger.”

Soon, mama’s coming through the unlocked door to scold her precious baby kitty.

“Valentine Jupiter Grey,” she says, coming into the room and looking up at the top of the bookshelf. Her ears were still pointed, but she looked scared now.

“What in the world??” Zora yells.

“My exact words, I swear.”

“Did you try standing in a chair?”

“Uh, they're not sturdy enough to hold me up anymore. I thought about that but I would've gotten hurt.”

“You make enough money to buy new chairs, Leon.”

“I know,” he nods, “I've just been kinda busy, lately.” He says, as his eyes flicker back up to Valentine.

“But,” he continues, “what if I hoist you up on my shoulders? I think you could reach her.”

“Yeah? You sure?” She asks, biting her nail.

“You won't get hurt, I promise.”

“Okay, hold on.” She says, placing her phone and purse on his desk and pulling her hair up into a ponytail.

He chuckles, before squatting down so she can hop on his shoulders. She felt like a little kid as he made sure she was secured and ready for him to stand up.

She swore she fell once he completely stood up, clutching his face carefully not to scratch him, and he tightened his arms around her thighs.

“I got you, baby. I got you.”

“Okay,” she huffs, “Valentine, you better be glad you're worth this panic attack!”

Her soft mewls sound, making Zora frown. Her shaky hands just about reach the shelf where she's sitting.

“Okay, move in a bit closer, I can almost reach her.”

As soon as she can make contact, she pulls her off the shelf into her arms, holding her breath once more, as he lowers her back down to the floor.

“Oh my god,” she heavily sighs, sitting on the floor to stop the spinning in her head. Leon grabs a towel to wrap Valentine in, sitting down too.

“Sorry, I didn't think of it before.”

“It's okay, I didn't either. I'm just glad we got her down. Thank you.”

“Of course, love this lil stinker,” he rubs his thumb between her ears, chuckling at her purring.

“Hard headed, I know.” Zora says, laughing as well.

“Alright, bath time!” He says, before standing up and grabbing Valentine from Zora, pulling her up after.

“I'll get the shampoos! Ooh, I found this papaya scented one– it smells like heaven!”

After bath time and putting a sleepy vday in her cat bed, the couple make dinner and head out on the balcony to enjoy the mildly chilly night air.

“Well I can't reveal anything yet, but I'll just say that I'm finally cracking through the glass ceiling.” Zora says, looking from her sweet boyfriend to the pale moon before her.

“I'm already proud of you.” He smiles, kissing the top of her head. She melts, giggling away.

“Thank you baby!”

“Any time. I also have some things in the works.”

“Do you, now??”

“Mmhm. Sounds like we'll both have something to reveal.”

“I'm loving it, honestly.” She laughs, him joining in.

“Me too, baby. When do you meet with your group again?”

“Tuesday! I'm so excited!” She gushes. “I joined the group chat last night and everyone welcomed me in so nicely, it was so cute, I cried a little.”

“You kill me,” he chuckles, “I'm glad they were nice to my baby. Sounds like everything you been looking for!”

“It really is, Av’! I've already got my portfolio together— I put my portfolio together! Like, who am I?” She laughs at herself, watching the smile on Leon's face widen.

“I'm so happy to see you so happy.”

She softly smiles. “You're gonna make me cry!”

“Guess we both finna be in tears,” he shrugs, still smiling at her.

“Stop it,” she playfully warns, already wiping under her eyes. “And thank you, it feels good to be back in the swing of things! I was down for so long, for too long!”

“Hey, give yourself some grace. You went through a lot, and now you're using that as fuel, yeah?”

“Yeah, truly. Ima make the art world my bitch,” she says, cheesing wide.

“That's my girl!”

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charliemwrites · 7 months ago

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I'd love to hear more thoughts for the cowboy!Gaz becoming a familiar because I care them, your honor.

-he’s got land directly adjacent to witch!reader, but it’s ooooold land so some of the property lines are wobbly

-he has two horses, a small herd of cows, a chicken coop, a few goats, and three livestock guardian dogs (in terms of animals)

-for vegetation uhhhh tomatoes, carrots, potatoes, and maybe some broccoli. There is a single apple tree on his property and it’s right at the edge near which!reader’s

-he keeps a garden in honor of his late mother. All wild flowers, great for pollinators! No kept bees though, they spook him a bit (which reader keeps bees. Her bees like to visit him)

-he is generally well liked around town by decent folk for being a hard worker and kind man, who’ll help a friend in need. There are SOME people in town who dislike him for various reasons

- yes he has a hat. He had a cowboy hat. He wears it. He’s adorable. Yes, reader gets to wear it when they get close

-occasionally a bit clumsy. Record holder for most injuries in a summer when he was 16 😅

#asks #thoughts™️#cod

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 6 months ago

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How do you think Suletta would react if someone challenged her to a Mobile Suit duel NOT for Miorine's hand in marriage, but for Suletta's hand? 😁

(MSG: The Witch from Mercury) Suletta getting challenged for her hand in marriage.

Besides Guel, this had to happen throughout her time at the school at some point, right? Also I LOOOOOOOOOOVE THIS REQUEST SO MUCH, IT'S SO FUNNY ANON!

If you cook with any more WFM ideas, you send that in my inbox ASAP anon!

Suletta frowns when someone is approaching the greenhouse, with her and Miorine in it.

(Miorine) "Hm...I recognize that person. They're from Jeturk House."

(???) "Suletta Mercury!"

Suletta's eyes go wide before shutting as she instinctively moves behind Miorine, stuttering incomprehensible gibberish.

Miorine rolls her eyes at Suletta's actions, stepping out of the greenhouse and crossing her arms.

(Miorine) "Who's asking?"

(???) "I want to challenge her to a Mobile Suit Duel!"

Immediately, something switches in Suletta as her eyes open again, moving to Miorine's side, her fists close to her chest.

(Suletta) "For Miss Miorine's hand? I-I won't let you! I'm her Fiance, and I won't lose to anyone!"

(???) "Miorine? I don't care about her! Suletta...the truth is, I'm in love with you!"

The school's artificial wind passes through the air, being the only sound for a brief moment.

(Suletta) "...H-Huh?!"

(Miorine) "What?"

Suletta completely freezes up, unable to formulate a response as her hands start twitching on their own.

Making Miorine weirded out by her fiance, then looking back at Suletta's "Lover".

(Miorine) "What the hell do you mean you don't care about me?!"

She didn't know if she should be happy, or completely insulted.

(???) "Listen, you can keep the Holder title, or whatever nonsense your company is up to!-"

They turned back to Suletta, who was still in shock.

(???) "Suletta, you're so kind and beautiful! If I win, could I take your hand in marriage?-"

Finally, Suletta explodes into a mess of stuttering, blushing as brightly as Miorine's tomatoes.

(Suletta)"M-M-MARRIAGE?! N-NO! IT'S TOO FAST! I-I'M ALREADY BRETROTHED, A-A-AND WE HAVEN'T EVEN GONE ON A DATE YET! W-WAIT, WHY DO YOU WANT TO DATE ME?! I-I-I-I-"

Miorine hits Suletta on the top of her head after standing on the top of her toes, then glaring daggers at the Jeturk House member.

(Miorine) "Oh, she'll accept your duel alright! SO SHE CAN REJECT YOU! Right, Suletta?!"

(Suletta) "R-Right...!"

Suletta takes a few deep and obnoxious breaths before nodding.

(Suletta) "I'm sure you're a very nice person and all, but I can't!"

(???) "Then my conditions are simple! Suletta Mercury will be married to me if I win this duel!"

(Miorine) "And if we win this duel...!"

Miorine opened her mouth to say something, then looked back to Suletta, who only blinked in response.

(Miorine) "...You're seriously not after my father's company? Or even me?"

(???) "I couldn't care less about either of you...U-Um, no offense-"

Miorine's eye twitched at that.

(Miorine) "IF WE WIN, I GET TO SLAP YOU!"

...

(???) "Victory is never decided by mobile suit performance alone."

(Suletta) "Nor by the skill of the pilot alone."

(Both) "The result itself is the only truth!"

Aerial's eyes flashed green before the thrusters ignited, and flew into the sky.

Suletta's cockpit rumbled as her eyes looked through the cameras, and hearing a voice come through.

(???) "Suletta Mercury, know that my love for you will shine through this battle-"

(Suletta) "U-U-UM! WITH RESPECT, PLEASE FOCUS ON FIGHTING!"

Aerial's funnels immediately break off from the main suit, and flying off in the direction of her "lover's" mobile suit.

Suletta's hand moved to the controls and prepared to fire the beam rifle, only to realize that they were going in a complete straight line.

(Suletta) "What are they...?!"

Even the funnels hesitated to fire, Aerial seemingly confused by what stunt they were pulling.

(Sulettta) "...Yeah, I don't know what they're doing either. Wait, they're dropping their weapons!"

(Miorine's voice) "Hey, why are you just standing there?! They're coming right-"

(???) "STAY OUT OF THIS! THIS IS MY ULTIMATE TECHNIQUE!"

(Suletta) "Eh?!"

(Miorine) "Huh?!"

The monitors of Suletta's cockpit flashed for a singular second, as if Aerial was mimicking their same thoughts.

(???) "THIS HAND OF MINE IS BURNING RED!"

Aerial landed onto the ground, the Gundam quickly adjusting itself as it stared at the opposing mobile suit.

(???) "IT'S LOUD ROAR TELLS ME TO GRASP HAPPINESS!"

No one watching said a single word as their mobile suit lunged forward, its hand burning red.

(???) "BUUUUURNING-"

The Mobile Suit lunged forward, soaring through the air as its fist aimed for Aerial's head.

Before Suletta slightly adjusted the joysticks, feeling her mobile suit side step gently, and watching as they landed completely on the ground.

(Suletta) "..."

(Miorine) "..."

(???) "..."

One of the bits flew towards the head of their mobile suit, and with one beam, shot off the antenna with minimal damage.

WINNER: SULETTA MERCURY

...

SLAP!

Miorine's hand stung, but her pride still felt the hurt this jackass had inflicted!

(Miorine) "Come on, Suletta, we're done here!"

(Suletta) "P-Please excuse us!"

Suletta bowed almost to a 90 degree angle before running and catching up with Miorine.

(Miorine) "What are you smiling about?"

Suletta had a smile and a slight blush.

(Suletta) "Well...I was thinking...m-maybe, I'm finally getting more noticeable if someone was asking me out. I'd like to be friends first at the very least but...They seemed kind of nice though-"

(Miorine) "I AM NOT LETTING MY FIANCE FOOL AROUND WITH OTHERS, GOT IT?!"

(Suletta) "...Is this because they were after me and not-"

Suletta quickly shut up when Miorine glared at her.

(Miorine) "THIS CONVERSATION IS OVER."

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morgana-larkin · 7 months ago

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a cute prompt [i hope] reader's been teaching at abbott for over a year now, usually commute or in rare occasions, drive in her car, but now, goes to the school riding bicycle saying it reduces carbon footprint, saves her from expenses and as an exercise. But she just really love bikes, Jacob joined with this, next day he arrived at school riding a bike, then Janine and Gregory. Barb, tho was always dropped off by Ger with their car, rode it the bike during break for fun. Abbott staff decided to have a biking get together next weekend, Melissa initially declined but later on agreed because of Jacob's teasing that she's a schemmenti and doesn't know how to ride a bike [unfortunately, it's true] also, she secretly enjoy seeing you biking. They meet up in the park, with their bikes and decided it's time to go around the area. Melissa, embarrassed, said maybe she wouldn't go that far and maybe wait for them. So the crew didn't argue and left, r stayed. When the staff is out of the earshot and sight of the she beamed and said she'll teach Mel how to ride a bike. Melissa, being flustered and a stuttering mess still acted offensive about the *assumption* of her not knowing how to ride. R gave her a look and agreed to teach her. This is long, but I don't know. I feel like I'm always rambling lololol

Anon, ramble all you want. I don’t mind detailed prompts. And honestly when my ADHD meds wear off, I’m like Spotify, where I do the whole playlist and then recommended. Like I literally don’t shut up lol. Tbh they wore off 3 hours ago lol. So I went a little off just a bit, I didn’t make Melissa flustered until she was being taught instead of flustered before. And it was cute, it really was! Anyway, a little smut at the end but it’s really cute and funny. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I’m accepting Melissa Schemmenti, Chessy and Marilyn Thornhill prompts. So send them! I do currently have 9 that I still need to do but I’ll get to all of them!

Side note: for the gif I was literally watching her eat a tomato for 5 minutes…ok I’ll shut up now.

Teaching You

Warnings: 😏, fluff, sweet praise(non sexual praise), small injury part for Mel

Words: 4.3k

It’s spring time and the weather is finally warm enough for you to bike to work again. You get your helmet on, sling your backpack on and put your coffee mug in the water bottle holder. You unlock your bike from the lock wrapped around your bike and the bike rack in your apartment building and bring your bike outside. You kick up the kickstand and get on your bike, you check your helmet one more time and the little bell on your bike, then you take off.

You have a smile on your face as you’re happily biking to work on the busy Philly streets. You’ve always loved biking, your family are all big on biking and so are you, just something about it that you enjoy. You stop at a red light about a block away from the school and Melissa ends up pulling up to the light as well. You both end up seeing each other and you wave at her with a big smile then the light turns green. Melissa drives off with a smile and a shake of her head.

Once you pull up, you see Melissa parked and leaning on the brick wall of the school next to the bike rack. You pull up near the rack on your bike and get off and lock your bike.

“Hey hon.” She tells you with a smile and you look up at her after locking your bike.

“Hey Mel.” You tell her and then the trio is walking up to the school.

“Y/n did you ride a bike to school?” Jacob asks and you nod. You don’t really want to tell them how much you enjoy riding a bike, afraid they’ll make fun of you. This is your second year at Abbott but no one has seen you ride a bike before.

“Ya I did, it’s great exercise and helps saves the planet a bit.” You tell them and they all smile.

“Great idea.” Jacob tells you and you all walk in together. You and Melissa walk together with the trio trailing along behind you two.

Melissa tells you a joke and you laugh and playfully shove her gently with your shoulder and she does it back to you. The trio behind you smiling at the scene in front of them. You all enter the break and see Barb there on her phone, with Mr Johnson mopping the floor across the room.

“You guys all got here at the same time?” Barb asks all of you.

“More or less.” Melissa says.

“Y/n rode here on a bike this morning.” Janine says and Barb looks at you and smiles.

“Did you, dear?” She says and you nod. “How lovely.” She tells you and you smile.

After school you lock up your classroom, holding your helmet and start to walk out. Melissa ends up locking her classroom when you walk by and she joins you.

“Hey hon.” She tells you as she’s putting her phone in her purse and walking beside you.

“Hey Mel.” You tell her casually.

“So any plans for the weekend?” She asks you and mentally facepalms. It’s Monday, the weekend just happened.

“I don’t know, maybe some plans will come up but at the moment I’m free. You?” You ask her and she’s thankful you didn’t question why she asked you about weekend plans on a Monday.

“Nah, nothing yet.” She says to you and you end up at the bike rack. You put your helmet on and unlock your bike and put the lock in your bag.

“I can’t believe we didn’t know you rode a bike to school and it’s been over a year and a half.” She tells you and you look up at her and smile.

“Well I don’t do it in the winter, you guys just never saw me bike and I don’t really talk about it since it’s normal for me.” You tell her and kick up the kickstand and get on.

“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow then?” She asks you and you nod.

“Yep, see ya tomorrow.” You tell her and you pedal off. Melissa watches you bike off and she smiles, she already thinks you’re cute, but seeing you happy on a bike warms her heart. She walks to her car with a smile.

The next day it seemed that Jacob decided to also ride a bike to school and you smile as you see him pull up to the rack as you’re locking yours.

“Hey hon, and Jacob.” Melissa says, confused when seeing Jacob as well.

“Hey Mel.” You tell her. “It seems Jacob also decided to bike to school.” You tell her excitedly.

“Well like you said, good exercise and good for the environment.” Jacob says with a shrug.

You all walk in the school, you and Melissa chatting and joking around. When you walk in the break room, Jacob joins Janine and Gregory and Melissa joins Barb. You on the other hand just drop your lunch off and get a coffee then you start to walk off when Melissa stops you.

“Hey hon, why don’t you ever stay?” She asks you and you look at her and realise that they’re all looking at you.

“Oh um, well I guess because you already have your groups of people to hang out with and I don’t want to intrude on that.” You tell her and they all look at you sadly. “It’s alright, I’ll find my own group of people.” You tell them and then walk out before anyone can say anything. Unknown to you, Melissa looks at where you were standing with a shocked and a bit upset face.

You don’t run into anyone after school as one of the parents was late to pick up their kid, apologies flowing out of their mouth and you wave them off saying it’s alright.

The next day it seemed you started a trend as Janine and Gregory also decided to bike to work.

“It’s so much fun to bike!” Janine says excitedly after getting off her bike. You all lock up your bikes and head into the school. You arrive at the break room and you go to put your lunch in the fridge and make your coffee. You go to walk out but Melissa stops you again.

“Hey hon, come sit down here.” She tells you and points to the empty chair at their table. You look at her a bit shocked. Your crush just invited you to sit with her and you blush. You then mentally facepalm as you realise you sound like a high school girl with a crush. You do end up sitting down with her and Barb and you have a nice morning.

At lunch, Barb asks if she can try out one of the bikes for fun. To which you accept and she has a lot of fun biking around the parking lot. All of you are sitting outside having lunch watching Barb bike around.

“Maybe we should get together this weekend and do a little bike ride together.” Janine suggests and you look surprised.

“Really?” You ask her and she nods.

“I’m down.” Jacob says immediately.

“Ya me too.” Gregory says.

“Ya I would love too.” You tell them.

“I wouldn’t mind joining as well.” Barb says and then you all turn to Melissa who’s sitting beside you.

“What?” She asks.

“Do you want to join us on a bike ride together this weekend?” Janine says to her.

“Nah I’m good.” She tells you all.

“Why not?” Jacob asks and she shrugs.

“Cause I don’t wanna.” She tells him.

“Is it because you’re such a tough Schemmenti and you don’t know how?” Jacob says a bit to tease her playfully and doesn’t know that he’s actually right.

“I know how to ride a bike!” She tells him defensively.

“Ok then prove it. Join us this weekend.” He challenges her.

“Fine, what’s the time and place?” She asks and you all settle on Saturday at noon at the park since there’s a lot of bike paths there. You give her a bit of a weird look as she was pretty defensive but you don’t ask her about it.

Melissa keeps watching you bike away after school with a smile on her face.

Saturday at noon, you all show up with your bikes at the park. Melissa is the last to show up.

“Hey hon.” She tells you once she sees you and you turn around to face her with a smile.

“Hey Mel!” You tell her and beam.

“Alright so we should decide on a path and the distance.” Barb says and you all nod and settle on one after a few minutes.

Mel looks a bit worried when you turn to look at her. “You ok?” You ask her and she looks at you, everyone looks over at Melissa as well.

“Ya I’m fine, just I probably shouldn’t go that far. Don’t want to sprain something and then can’t walk for a few days.” She tells them all. “I think I’ll sit this one out.” She tells them and when they go to question her, she gives a glare and they all shut up.

They decide to just bike off without Melissa, except you. You hang back and Melissa looks at you with a quirked eyebrow. You look and see that everyone is just about out of sight and you look back towards Melissa.

“Shouldn’t you be biking alongside them?” She asks while still holding on to the bike.

“Maybe, but I’d rather stay here and help you learn how to ride it.” You tell her with a friendly smile. She looks at you confused.

“I already told all of youse that I know how to ride a bike, I just don’t wanna.” She says defensively again.

“Ok then prove it, use the kickstand.” You tell her and she looks at you confused.

“Kickstand?” She asks and you look at her with a knowing glance and you nod. Melissa looks at her bike, searching for what you could possibly mean.

“Mel…” you tell her and she looks at you as you get off your bike and you kick out the kickstand and let go of your bike. Melissa sees what you do and does the same thing then looks at you with a proud smile. It falls when she sees your face, you’re looking at her a bit sad.

“Did no one teach you how to ride a bike?” You ask her and she looks down at the ground, embarrassed.

“No, they didn’t.” She admits and you walk over to her.

“It’s ok to admit you know, I’m not going to judge you.” You tell her and she looks up at you. “If you want to learn then I can teach you.” You offer again and this time she smiles and accepts. You lock your bike up nearby and then you go back to Melissa. You show her how to sit on it properly and show her how to be when not in motion. Then you tell her how to ride. “It’s mostly about balance, like skating or balancing on one leg.” You tell her. “There’s a reason that the expression ‘just like riding a bike’ is so commonly used for stuff that you know how to do but it’s been awhile. It’s pretty straightforward.” You tell her and then you get off and tell her to try it.

You held on the bike with part of a handle and the seat the whole time so it wouldn’t fall over. Melissa got on just like you showed her and had one foot on the ground while still on the bike when she won’t be in motion just like you showed her and she looked at you for praise with a smile. You gave her a proud smile and a thumbs up and she beamed.

“Now here comes the tricky part, balancing yourself while pedalling. Now I’ll hold on the bike like I’ve been doing and you’re going to pedal ok?” You tell her and she nods. She then blushes when she realises that your hand keeps accidentally touching her butt and missed when you told her to pedal.

“Sorry what?” She asked when she sees you looking at her weirdly.

“I said you can start pedalling.” You tell her and she looks embarrassed then goes to try and start pedalling. She pedals slowly and crookedly and you manage to keep up with her to keep the bike up. “You’re doing it Mel, you’re biking!” You tell her and she has a huge smile. “Do you want me to let go and try and bike by yourself?” You ask and she widens her eyes.

“Uh no, I’m still trying to focus on pedalling and not balance.” She tells you and you smile.

“It’s alright, it’s at your pace.” You tell her without judgement.

You guys take a short break, mostly so you don’t tire yourself out.

“You’re learning it Mel, I bet by the end of today, you’ll be biking circles around all of us.” You tell her and she blushes and looks at the ground with a smile.

Turns out the first time you let go, she noticed how your hand touched hers on the handle and your other hand touched her butt and she lost focus and fell.

You ran to her and luckily she fell on grass. “You ok Mel?” You asked her and she looked embarrassed and had a pout. “Hey it’s ok. Most people fall the first person they try to pedal on their own.” You tell her. “I did.” You say and she looks at you.

“You did?”

“Ya, and I mastered pedalling by then. They took the training wheels off, I go to pedal, and fell right over.” You say with a laugh and she giggles. You then help her up and she blushes at the fact that you’re touching her. You on the other hand think her pink cheeks are embarrassment from falling. “Want to try again?” You ask her and she thinks, your hands still on her.

“I um, I don’t know.” She says, she can’t think properly with your hands on her.

“It’s ok if you don’t want to continue but I don’t want you to get discouraged because you fell on your first attempt.” You tell her genuinely. She decides to give it another try, and on the fifth attempt she was doing it. You were so proud of her. You ran after her and yelling “MELISSA LOOK YOU’RE DOING IT! OMG I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!” You yell as she’s going faster than you’re running. Melissa got flustered that you said you were proud of her and lost focus and fell.

You caught up to her and she fell on the pavement this time and scraped her hands. You kneeled down as soon as you caught up to her and took her hands in yours to inspect them.

“Oh they don’t look too too bad. But I think you should clean it to avoid infections.” You told her and she was looking at you with flushed cheeks. “What?” You asked her and you gently dropped her hands.

“N-nothing.” She said.

“Um ok.” You say confused. “But Melissa you did it! You rode a bike!” You excitedly told her and hugged her and Melissa froze. You pulled away and saw she looked tense. “Oh sorry, I should have asked to hug you. I’m just very proud of you.” You tell her.

“It’s alright, the hug was actually nice. I’m just not used to physical touch.” She says and looks down.

“I’m sorry.” You tell her and she looks up and gives a smile and whispers to you.

“I rode a bike.” She whispers excitedly and you smile.

“Ya you did. How about we go to my place and I can take a look at your hands and clean them. Unless you want to go back to your place and do it.” You said.

“Um, we could, um go back to yours.” She says, stuttering a bit and you nod.

You manage to get both your bikes in her car, somehow. You biked to the park since it’s only 15 minutes of bike riding away from your house. And you get back to your place and bring Melissa to your apartment. You get her to sit on the couch while you get cloths, a bowl of warm water, disinfectant and some bandaids. You bring them all to your coffee table and get her to hold your hands out. Looks like they were bleeding a bit.

You take one of the cloths and dip it in the water and then you wipe the scrapes on her hands. Once the bleeding stopped and the scrapes looked clean, you grabbed the disinfectant. “This might sting a bit.” You tell her and she nods. You put some on a clothe and wiped her hands. She did flinch a bit but other than that she seemed to be alright. You put a couple bandaids on her scrapes, where it was bleeding, and it looked alright. “Alright did you get hurt anywhere else and Melissa looked at you.

“Um nope.” She told you she avoided eye contact.

“Melissa…” You said and gave her a pointed look.

“I’m fine.” She said. You sat up a bit and adjusted your position on the couch so you’re on one knee.

“Melissa, where else does it hurt?” You asked and she crossed her arms and pouted. “Ok, if you’re gonna act like a child then I’ll treat you like one.” You told her and she looked at you and gasped in disbelief. “Either show me where it hurts or I’ll treat you like a child.”

“It’s one of my knees but I can’t roll up my pants to show you.” She tells you and you look at her with a “oh”.

“Well here.” You say and take the blanket on the end of the couch and cover her top part of the legs. You can take your pants off and still keep your modesty.” You tell her and she chuckles, she still takes her pants off and you see blood dripping down her right leg. “We should have made you wear elbow and knee pads.” You tell her and you get on your knees on the floor and get to cleaning her knee. Melissa sees you get on your knees in front of her and some fantasies make their way to her mind and she blushes. You look up and see her flushed face. “You ok?” You ask and she nods.

“Yep.” She says, voice a bit high pitched but you ignore it. You finish up with a bandaid on her knee. Just when she thinks it’s over, it isn’t.

“Oh I almost forgot!” You exclaim and hold your hair where it is, then bend down and give her a kiss on the knee next to where the bandaid is. She felt your lips on her knee and she blushed even more. “A kiss to make it better! Want me to do the same with your hands?” You asked her and she held out her hands. You kissed both of them better and her cheeks have turned from a pink to a red. You look up at her again and see her red cheeks. “Are you sure you’re ok? Are you running a fever?” You ask and feel her forehead with your palm. Oh if only you knew what you do to her. “You feel fine. I hope you’re not embarrassed, cause you don’t have to be.” You tell her and rest your forearms on her legs.

“Ya I’m…fine.” She said and give her a questioning look. “What?” She asked.

“Melissa? Are you hiding something from me?” You ask her and she avoids eye contact. “What are you hiding from me?” You ask her and you get up and bend over to rest your hands on her legs. And Melissa has a perfect view of down your shirt. She really has to focus on where her eyes look right now.” You notice how she stared at you, well more specifically down your shirt and her cheeks got even redder and avoided eye contact even more. You see how she keeps glancing at your hands near her thighs and she doesn’t know what to do. You decide to test a theory and move your hands subtly up her legs, near to that spot in between her legs and her breath hitches and her face feels like it could be on fire. You lean into her more and look at her eyes. “Melissa, something you’re not telling me?” You ask her with a slightly lower pitch voice and she’s breathing deeply right now. Just when you’re about to pull away, she grabs the back of your head and pulls you forward and gives you a kiss.

You’re stunned for a second but then kiss her back and Melissa is stunned. You’re kissing her back? She pulls back and looks at you and you’re smiling at her with soft heart eyes. “Do you like me back?” She asks you and you nod.

“Wait, does that mean you like me?” You ask her and she nods. And before you know it, both of you are surging forward and kissing each other. You end up straddling her lap and she deepens the kiss by slipping her tongue in when you grant access. Her hands roam all over from your chest to your knees. She feels so much of you and yet can’t feel enough of you. She tests the waters and puts her hands under your shirt and feels the skin on the side of your stomach and you don’t stop her. She roams her hands up and you two take a second to breathe before making out again. She continues to move her hands up and feels you smile. So you realise she’s moving her hands up and you’re happy about it. Does that mean she has your approval to unclip your bra? Just as she finishes that thought you unclip your own bra and she smiles. Just as she was about to go and touch your breasts, her phone rings loudly and it startles both of you.

“Hello?” Melissa answers and forgot to see who it was. She’s breathing a bit fast and you can see she’s trying to control it. So of course you decide to be a little shit and dive to her neck. “Oh Barb hi-i” she squeaks the last part out a bit as you decide to suck on her neck.

“Are you ok?” Barb says on the other line.

“Ya I’m fine, why?” Melissa says and tries to get you to stop but ends up holding your hair and letting you continue as it feels good.

“You sound breathless and like something surprised you.” Barb says gently and Melissa can’t think for a second as you removed your shirt and bra at the same time and she just stares. All she can think about is wanting to suck them. You begin grinding her leg and you nod your head to the phone and she suddenly remembered Barb asked her a question.

“Ya I’m fine just ya catching my breath, I ended up biking with y- y/n to her place since it’s like 20 minutes… instead of the-the 2 hour one you wanted to do. We just got back and I’m… catching mmmy breathe.” She stutters throughout the entire sentence as she just feels and sees you grinding her leg and you ended up leaning towards her so your breasts are almost in her face. You were torturing her and she knew it.

“You need to catch your breath after a 20 minute bike ride?” Barb asks and Melissa is really cursing in her head.

You decide to end her torture and grab the phone from her. “Hey Barb it’s y/n.” You say and Melissa decides to grab your breasts with her mouth and you pull the phone away from your mouth enough so that Barb doesn’t hear it.

“Oh hi y/n, is Melissa ok?” Barb asks.

“Mmhhmm.” You say since Melissa is teasing you now. “She’s alright, just she did 20 minutes to my place then 20 minutes back to her ca! Car.” You say as Melissa decides to rub your clit through your underwear and pants. “Ya so she’s fine.” You blurt out and hand the phone back to Melissa.

“Hey Barb, I caught my breath.” And Melissa is still rubbing your clit so you can’t tease her right now. You don’t pay attention to what Barb says and then hear Melissa talk again. “Ok, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” Melissa says then hangs up. “You.

Little. Minx.” She says to you and you smile. She rolls her eyes at you then pulls her hand away from your clit and you whine. She sits up with you still on her, your legs wrapped around her waist and her hand grabbing your ass. She brings you to your bed with you sucking her neck and then drops you on the bed.

“Ah.” You say as she actually dropped you on purpose. She crawls on top of you and leans in to your ear.

“You were a great teacher with me for biking. Now let me show you how I pleasure a woman.” She tells you and you shiver and rub your thighs together. She notices how you react and she smirks, she pulls back and looks at you. “And when I teach, I like for the person to tell me how well I’m doing.” She tells you and then takes her shirt and bra off and then makes you breathless all night.

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coochiequeens · 2 years ago

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“I did assault her and I will do it again,” he said. “And if I need to be 10 years in prison I’m happy to be 10 years in prison.” Says a man fled anyway.

The trans activist who threw tomato juice on a women’s rights campaigner during a free speech event in Auckland has been charged with common assault and appears to be fleeing from New Zealand authorities as a result.

Eliana Rubashkyn, also known as Eliana Golberstein and Eliana Rubinstein, is a male who identifies as transgender and intersex and uses “they/them” pronouns. On March 25, Rubashkyn attacked women’s rights campaigner Kellie-Jay Keen during what was supposed to be a peaceful women’s rights demonstration.

Keen, also known by her moniker Posie Parker, had arranged for a speaking tour of New Zealand centered around giving women the platform to express their thoughts on gender ideology. But she was forced to cut the tour short after being met with extreme aggression at her first stop in Auckland at Albert Park.

As Keen approached the bandstand in the park, where she was set to speak to a crowd of approximately 200 supporters, Rubashkyn dumped a liter of tomato juice onto her and her security detail. Videos of the incident have since circulated on social media, and Rubashkyn told a local news station that he was able to approach Keen because he lied about his identity and pretended to be a supporter of hers.

Following the event, Rubashkyn gave an interview where he claimed that he targeted Keen because “her words are blood because they are killing our people.” He continued: “That tomato juice represents the blood of the people she is trying to kill.”

Rubashkyn also addressed the crowd after Keen was escorted away from the park by police, and stated that he wanted Keen to be “full of blood … because she’s advocating for our genocide.”

Information on Rubashkyn’s charge was first reported by Newsable, which received a statement from Rubashkyn where he again claimed the assault and suggested he was comfortable facing justice.

“I did assault her and I will do it again,” he said. “And if I need to be 10 years in prison I’m happy to be 10 years in prison.”

But despite his words, Rubashkyn fled New Zealand shortly after being made aware that police were planning on issuing a warrant for his arrest on charges of assault.

His latest travel-related post suggests he has now left Australia and is en route to the United States.

A fundraiser has been launched to support Rubashkyn, citing support for a legal defense fund as well as “personal security needs.” It has since raised just over $1,300 as of the writing of this article. The fundraising campaign is currently under review by GiveALittle, and some on social media have noted it is likely against the platform’s terms of service to be fundraising for a known fugitive.

Rubashkyn is originally Jewish-Ukrainian from Colombia, but currently lives in New Zealand. He has worked with the UN and as a Program Officer at ILGA World (the International Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Trans, and Intersex Association). Much of his origin story and gender identity has come into question after a March 28 Twitter space wherein Rubashkyn appeared incoherent at times while addressing a live audience for almost 8 continuous hours.

During the space, Rubashkyn made a number of anti-lesbian, racist, sexist, and violent remarks, including that trans-identified males were the “first victims” of the Holocaust.

“Trans women were the first victims of Nazism. Trans women were killed before the Jews were sent to concentration camps,” he said, continuing: “In the 1930s, Nazis relied on TERFs to promote hate… TERFs became holders of concentration camps for females. TERFs were quite instrumental in the system that the Nazis built for making more babies… to keep Nazi Germany growing.”

Rubashkyn claims to be Jewish and says he can speak fluent Hebrew, but seemed to be unable to understand a Hebrew speaker who challenged him on his assertion.

In addition to the marathon space, Rubashkyn also uploaded a video to his Twitter account in which he was seen sobbing while claiming there was a “trans genocide” occurring, and that “Nazis” were trying to murder him.

“I am so full of joy because I am trans, but I am so scared because they want to kill me. The Nazis, they are– they just really want to get you.”

The March 25 event was part of an international Let Women Speak tour hosted by British women’s rights campaigner Kellie-Jay Keen. Keen has hosted rallies across the UK, USA, and Australia encouraging women to use her platform to speak about how gender ideology has impacted their lives.

While Keen’s events are often met with hostility, the New Zealand rally descended into violence so rapidly that it had to be cancelled before it could even begin.

As she arrived at the Albert Park venue, Keen went live on her YouTube channel as she usually does to provide her supporters updates from the event.

Immediately, the scene was chaotic as police did not appear to be present. Those watching from a distance through the YouTube stream were able to see Keen being led by her security though a braying crowd of trans activists. Once she managed to make it to the stage, Keen could immediately be heard expressing concerns about the lack of police presence.

Keen and her supporters were quickly surrounded by an increasingly aggressive mob of trans protestors. The activists broke through established barriers, and didn’t take long before the decision was made to cancel the event and leave for the safety of all involved.

In addition to Keen having been assaulted by Rubashkyn, an elderly woman who had attended the demonstration in support of Keen was battered in the face by a male trans activist.

The woman, who is said to be in her 70s, was left with a darkly blackened eye after being both head-butted and punched in the face. Videos of the assault went viral on Twitter as multiple angles of the altercation between the elderly woman and the male trans activist began to leak in the aftermath of the rally.

#New Zealand #trans activists and violence #Eliana Rubashkyn is a man #Albert Park #Auckland #GiveALittle #Let Women Speak #Assault of an elderly woman

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Season to Taste - 28/? WIP

Explicit Hangster - Celebrity Chef Bradley and Naval Aviator Jake Seresin who have a relationship spanning the globe before they realize how tightly bound they are to one another. Heading into this little world.

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CHAPTER TWENTYEIGHT

He didn’t expect to miss Leandro and Silvia and all the extended Gallo family so much. He’s so glad that Vi decided to come with him, that it gives him a link to their family back home. When they were travelling it was fine, better. New places and people everyday, foods to try and regular contact home. Now that he’s more settled his apartment feels… quiet. Empty. He’s glad Vi lives with him, even if she’s messy and has no intention to change.

“You’re allowed to miss people. Fuck. What kind of emotionally repressed upbringing did you have?”

Bradley looks at her, one eyebrow raised, because they’ve talked about this.

“Oh shit. Yeah. Okay. You get a pass. But you’re Italian now. Honorary Italian anyway.”

“Yeah, don’t think it works that way.”

“Let’s pretend it does. You need to cry?”

“I don’t need to cry.”

“We all need to cry once in a while. Come on… curl up with me and think your saddest fucking thoughts until you cry. Promise you’ll feel better after.”

“This is insane…”

“Yeah yeah, keep telling yourself that.”

… … …

“Boyfriend’s on the blower!” Kieran declares, because he’s appointed himself Bradley’s cellphone keeper, despite the fact that Bradley doesn’t need someone to answer his phone for him.

“Oh for fucks sake…” Bradley mutters, hands dripping with fish guts and blood. Okay, maybe he does need someone to answer his phone. Kieran smirks at him, the others in the kitchen are turning off the music, conversations dropping to more quiet murmurs, all so Bradley can talk to his boyfriend. There isn’t a film crew hovering at the moment, for which he’s grateful for, doesn’t need more of an audience for his phone conversations with Jake.

But Bradley is working and needs both his hands free. He’s lost ear pods into soup and sauces before, the over-the-ear ones catching and pulling on his hair and uncomfortable under his hat and he just doesn’t like things in his ears when he’s working. So now there is an understanding in his team, if Jake calls and it isn’t the busy service time, they let Bradley talk to his boyfriend. He knows they have their own reasons for keeping him happy, but he’s still grateful. He nods at Kieran, who settles the phone on the little holder located just above Bradley’s workstation and presses the answer button.

“Hey babe…”

“Hey. I’m –”

“You’re on speaker in the kitchen,” Bradley quickly interjects and there is raucous laughter around him. He wasn’t quick enough one time and Jake had said a little bit too much, unaware he was on speaker. He doesn’t call while Bradley’s working frequently, because the timing doesn’t often align with their schedules.

“Good to know. You know I’m just going to assume that’s always the case now, right? Going forward? Safest bet, right guys?”

“Yes!” everyone in the kitchen call back and Bradley hides a smile.

“Well, I was just calling to say that it’s forty-eight hours babe. Just thought I’d ring and give you a countdown…”

“For the callers at home, Bradley just went as red as a tomato…”

That makes Jake laugh and the sound filling his kitchen makes Bradley grin wider, not even bothering to hide it.

… … …

Their carrier is due for significant maintenance, the entire squad disembarking in Brooklyn to start their leave. He’s surprised when Phoenix falls into step beside him, because he’s not headed toward temporary housing, and he knows her home base is North Island.

“Phoenix, you’re heading into New York as well huh?”

“Yep. Been planning this since I found out where we’d be finishing up. There’s this restaurant I’ve been dying to go to. I made a reservation months ago for tomorrow night, it’s impossible to just walk in. What about you? Heading home?”

“Yeah, eventually. Here to see my giant cock of a boyfriend…”

The look on her face and eyeroll is exactly what Jake was after and he smirks.

“Can’t you just call him by his name?”

“And stop annoying you? Never.”

“Ugh. You’re impossible.”

“You love me really,” Jake says with a laugh, which earns him another eyeroll. He thinks she might be warming up to him, although all the baked goods he’s given her courtesy of Leo have probably helped.

“How long are you in town? You want to meet the giant cock?”

“Rooster. How about we just call him Rooster,” she suggests, desperation edging in and Jake doesn’t stop grinning.

“Hmm. Not bad… you’d still know it was because he has a …”

“Lalalalala I can’t hear you…” Phoenix says, voice loud and Jake laughs again. She’s almost as much fun to rile up as his sisters.

“Fine. I’ll call him Leo. You can call him Rooster though.”

“Please note that I have no interest in his cock. Or anyone else’s for that matter.”

“Oh,” Jake states, because that is indeed new information. “Huh. Good to know. You know, one of my sisters is a lesbian…”

“Hangman, please don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t want to be related to you.”

“Wow, jumping to marriage without evening meeting her. I know the Seresin charm is strong, but even then…”

“I mean I’m not even taking the chance of ever being somehow related to you.”

“Okay. Sure… my family is great. Your loss Phoenix. Tell me about this restaurant you’re going to. Fancy?”

“The fanciest and most popular. There was a whole TV show about it, Tartaruga Blu?”

“Nope. Never heard of it.”

“Bet your boyfriend has.”

“Yep. Probably,” Jake agrees easily, because Leo knows food stuff and watches more TV than Jake. “Pretty sure you’re more interested in the baked goods he sends me than …”

“That is true. Definitely one of the reasons I keep you around.”

“So you admit there’s more than one reason?”

“Ugh.”

“Pretty sure you were the one who was moaning over those cookies he sent me.”

“Shut up. Anyway, I thought he was Italian?”

“Nah, he was born in Virginia actually, but lived all over. Spent most of his childhood and teen years in Cali actually, your neck of the woods. He just headed for Italy first chance he could and then lived there for a long time.”

“Huh. That sounds kind of familiar…”

“Pretty sure it ain’t a unique situation.”

“Yeah. Probably…” Phoenix says, although her expression looks like she’s trying to figure something out.

… … …

He has time, so he sees Phoenix to her hotel before wishing her a good leave period. She insists on following him on Instagram, even though Jake’s account is private and he hardly ever updates it, using it to follow his sisters and look at when he’s feeling particularly homesick. Right now he definitely isn’t thinking of them, his mind very firmly on Leo and the address he’s heading toward, phone directing him with its little arrow and distances. He knows Leo has to work tonight, won’t be getting home before 10pm and Jake had turned down the offer of going to the restaurant for dinner, not wanting to turn up anywhere with Leo and not be able to immediately undress him and take him to bed.

Jake’s been thinking about this, of driving Leo to the edge over and over. Giving Leo instructions and having him listen and follow them. It’s been another four months since they last saw each other in Japan, and they’ve definitely gotten very experienced with taking photos and talking filthy to each other over the phone when they can find the time to make that work. Catching Bradley in his kitchen and telling him he wanted to tie his hands behind his back and then go down on him… well. He’s not embarrassed about wanting to do that, more embarrassed that he maybe made other people uncomfortable hearing it.

He grabs two hotdogs and eats them as he walks, mouth twisting now at the taste of ketchup. Damnit, Leo’s sauce has ruined him for hotdogs. He’ll bitch about that later to Leo he decides, heads to Leo’s apartment, knowing it’s going to be empty. But there is a concierge and Leo told him to expect it but he still finds himself shaking his head. He shows his ID and is given a key to Leo and Vi’s apartment, and considering what he wants to do for the next twenty-four hours he’s very glad to know that Vi has decided to stay with friends.

Smart woman.

They have a flight to Texas in thirty-nine hours. Jake is going to make every single one of those hours count. Right now though he has maybe an hour before Leo is meant to get home and he has a plan to put in place.

… … …

“Jake? You here?”

There isn’t an answer, but he can hear the shower running in his ensuite bathroom, and a shower sounds like the perfect thing right now. He’s tired and sweaty after the last few days of work, preparing for the ten days he’s taking off to visit Texas with Jake. Vi can work miracles, but even she can’t move everything. Ten days is still going to feel like a luxury, and he’s looking forward to seeing all of Jake’s family again.

“Hey there…” Bradley says, coming to a stop in the doorway and taking in the sight of a naked Jake Seresin in the shower. It’s quite the sight.

“Hi… you going to join me?”

“Yeah. I really need a shower. You being in there is definitely added incentive…”

“Mmm, well I’m happy to assist with the washing… if you’re too tired that is.”

Bradley groans, because honestly the sound of Jake’s capable hands running all over his body sounds great, but also really relaxing. He’s just that tired and god he’s not even going to be able to keep up with Jake with how exhausted he’s feeling.

“Come here darlin’…”

Bradley goes, stripping off his clothes and dumping them directly into the washing hamper, and then he’s stepping under the spray and Jake’s hands are one him for the first time in months. He leans in for a kiss, desperate for that connection after so long apart. He’d thought maybe it might be hard and fast, both of them desperate to come, but it’s almost the opposite, slow and thorough. Their hands and mouths and eyes becoming reacquainted with each other and it’s quiet and intense and as much as the time apart might suck he’s glad that this exists, that they get to come back to each other.

“Missed you…” Jake murmurs against his neck and Bradley hums happily, repeats the words into Jake’s mouth.

He’s done what Jake asked, not that Jake had reminded him precisely when the spoke two days ago, but he’d said forty-eight hours, which was the time frame he asked Bradley to not jerk off. Which wouldn’t have been a problem with how tired he’s been preparing for ten days off, but this morning when he’d been stretching himself, thinking about what he was doing and why, had definitely turned him on, knowing that Jake had asked it of him. He just wishes he wasn’t half asleep, doesn’t want Jake’s homecoming to be anticlimactic.

“Fuck you’re beautiful Leo…”

Bradley whines, hips stuttering because Jake’s hand is wrapped around his cock and he’s not sure if Jake’s talking about him or his cock. Regardless his body is reminding him it’s been a long while since he got off, much longer than the two days Jake had originally suggested, but it’s not Jake’s fault that Bradley hadn’t had the time or inclination in the days before. Jake hasn’t even touched the slim plug Bradley has resting in his ass and he reaches for his hand, guides it so his fingers run over the slightly flared base and then Jake is groaning, his own cock hard against Bradley’s hip and he knows he’s going to be taken apart in the best possible way.

“Leo baby, you okay?”

Bradley nods, bottom lip clamped tight between his teeth because he doesn’t want to cry out, but he also doesn’t know what the plan here is exactly, Jake just telling him this is what he wanted and Bradley wants to give him the world…

… … …

“Think I can edge you baby? You like being edged right?”

Leo’s entire body trembles against him, but he’s shaking his head and he looks close to tears. Jake doesn’t want sad or upset tears, but he also doesn’t know what’s going on in Leo’s head right now.

“Jake,” Leo manages and Jake just holds onto him, arms around him, hopes the hot water isn’t going to run out any time soon. “I haven’t come in nearly five days… because of work… I really don’t…”

“Don’t what?”

“I don’t think I can stand being edged right now. Please just…”

“Okay,” Jake says, easily, and in his head he’s thinking I love you and he knows Leo most likely feels the same way but the words can’t trip over his teeth. The fact that Leo trusts him enough to say what he wants, fuck, he really does love him.

“Yeah?”

“Of course baby… tell me what you need. What you want. Or should I just tell you what I was planning?” Jake asks, fingers tracing over pale skin, not the sun-kissed skin from their time together before in Texas. He’s probably not been out in the sun since then if Jake had to guess.

“Tell me…”

“Okay… but how about we go and actually get ready for bed, you’re dead on your feet.”

“Not that dead,” Leo argues, although his argument is slightly derailed by the fact that he struggles to walk in a straight line

It doesn’t take much to bully him out of the shower, to pat him dry and then nudge him into his own bed. He’d already laid out supplies before he got in the shower, and they might not get around to using them if Leo falls asleep on him, which is fine. However Leo’s cock is hard when Jake slips into bed beside him. It must be close to midnight, which he knows isn’t that late of a night for Leo, but he also knows he’s been getting up early to do prep so that he can enjoy time away from work while Jake’s on leave.

“You ready for story time?” Jake asks, pressing a kiss against the curve of Leo’s neck, waits for the affirmative hum to indicate he’s listening and then Jake wraps a hand around his cock, rocks his own cock against the curve of Leo’s thigh. “I was stretching myself out in the shower… was going to sit myself on your cock and ride you until I came. Wasn’t going to let you come though. Bought you a cock ring just in case you thought you needed it. Then I was going to wait until I got hard again, keep you hard the whole time by sucking you. Then I was going to fuck you nice and slow, bring you to the edge over and over. See if we could beat our last record…”

The sound Leo makes is so close to a sob Jake feels a flash of worry, but he looks anything but upset. Skin blotchy and flushed, mouth hanging open and eyes glazed. He looks like he’s already been denied an orgasm or two and he’s absolutely gorgeous.

“Oh, so you do like the sound of that huh?”

“I just… I don’t… don’t want you to be disappointed in me.”

“Oh baby… Leo… darling… I could never be disappointed,” Jake murmurs softly, then something occurs to him. “However if you want me to spank you… we can talk about that.” It’s definitely on the right track judging from the way that Leo’s entire body shudders and jerks. But now is not the time for that type of conversation, both of them far too worked up and on the edge to be thinking rationally to bring in anything new right now. “Later.”

“Yeah, later. Please…”

“You want to come Leo?”

“Yes.”

“Okay… you just… lie back and let me take care of you okay? Let me make you feel good.”

He takes his time giving Leo a long kiss, wonders if he should maybe just turn off the lights and let the other man actually sleep. Except his cock is hard and digging into Jake’s hip incessantly and he reworks his plan a little, because Leo is tired but he’s also still got the plug in him… Okay. Little bit of revision and he can work with this. He gets the things he needs, condoms and lube, a towel and tissues, bottle of water… He’s always believed in being prepared. He wraps a hand tight around Leo’s cock and jerks, hard and fast, watches as Leo’s entire body arches off the bed. Not that tired yet.

“As I said, you’re not the only one already stretched and ready baby…” Jake says, rolling a condom down Leo’s cock and being very liberal with the lube before he shifts until he’s straddling over him, holding his cock at his entrance. “Wanted to give you this…” Jake says, and he sinks down slowly, grits his teeth against the discomfit and waits for it to ease. He can feel Leo straining beneath him, trying to hold still and he appreciates his level of restraint, leans down and kisses him again, his body rocking and it feels good, but still not his favorite, but from the expression on Leo’s face it’s making him see stars and Jake is more than okay with that outcome.

“Don’t hold back baby, work with me here…”

“Jake…” Leo says, and there is definite wetness in his eyes, but Jake is pretty sure everything is okay. Trusts that Leo will say something if he needs something else, something more. He simply rocks gently back and forth, takes in the darkening red flush of Leo’s skin across his chest, neck and face. This isn’t going to be enough to get him off, not with Leo’s hands lying almost lax on Jake’s thighs, but he cares more about Leo’s pleasure than his own right now.

“Come on gorgeous…”

“Jake… Jake please…”

“Tell me what you want baby. Anything…”

“Fuck me. Please. I need…”

“Oh… yeah. Yeah. Of course baby.”

He kisses Leo as he eases off his cock, has to admit the distraction of kissing definitely helps. Then he’s disposing of the used condom on Leo’s cock, dropping it to the ground for cleanup later, nudging Leo onto his side because the sleepy demeanor is definitely calling for something a little more gentle and slow. He kisses him softly as he slides the plug out, drops it to the ground to join the condom, then uses a couple of fingers to slide more lube in and around; swallows Leo’s little breathy moans and gasps. Then Jake’s sliding a condom down his cock, slicking himself up and settling himself behind Leo to slide his cock into him.

Their combined moans are beautiful, and he swore to himself that he wouldn’t tell Leo he loved him while they were having sex. It doesn’t stop him thinking it over and over, his hand working on Leo’s cock, lips placing non-stop kisses over his neck and shoulder, entire body unable to get close enough to Leo’s for his liking, holds him tight against his chest as he thrusts in and out. He can feel Leo pressing back against him, his own motions broadcasting his indecision about whether he wants Jake’s hand and his cock more. So Jake holds him tighter and thrusts a little firmer, because Leo shouldn’t have to choose between the two when Jake will give him both.

It’s not the hard desperate fucking he thought his homecoming would devolve into, instead it feels intense, meaningful in a deeper way he hadn’t anticipated considering they’re both admittedly new to this. He thinks they’re doing pretty well though. He can feel it when Leo starts getting close, his body jerking in tiny increments, making choked little sobs. Jake groans, lets himself speed up his thrusts and hand a little, then he feels the hot slick slide of come on his hand and he grunts, digs his teeth into the curve of Leo’s shoulder and allows himself let go.

He lies there, heart racing and feeling hot ad sticky but completely uncaring and with no intention of leaving Leo for longer than a few seconds. He carefully pulls out, fumbles for the towel and wipes his hand and Leo’s stomach and cock as gently as can, keeps his chest to Leo’s back, his lips placing kisses and his mouth whispering words of quiet adoration so good for me baby, gorgeous, thank you for letting me take care of you… He means every word of it and he hopes Leo understands the emotions that underly it all. Leo’s hair is still damp from the shower and no doubt sweat, his eyes are wet and Jake runs the pad of his thumb over the apple of one of his cheeks, bends down to place the softest of kisses on his eyelids and tip of his nose.

“So good for me… Here, have a drink… come on,” Jake coaxes, because Leo is almost asleep. He’s adorable and sleepy and Jake wants to protect him and keep him forever. Turning off the last light he slips back into the bed, wrapping the sheets and blankets around them both as he holds Leo to him and falls to sleep easily.

#Season to taste #Hangster #Sereshaw #Top Gun Maverick fanfiction #AU

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Chapter 15 [Read Here]

CHAMPION Part III of Heavyweight a deancas boxing au by valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) read from the beginning | playlist

SUMMARY: Brooklyn, 1933. Dean Winchester, the number one contender, trains to become the next Heavyweight Champion of the World, and this time he won't let anything get in his way. Title holder Castiel Novak has second thoughts about retiring, especially when someone from his past arrives in New York and asks for his help. Meanwhile, a new contender rises to fame and threatens to complicate both of Dean and Cas' ambitions - and their relationship.

CHAPTER PREVIEW:

Dean and Cas had high-tailed it to the NBA office, where Bobby and Michael were already waiting for them. Gabriel showed up a minute after them, and then Sam, whom Bobby had brought in for “legal advice.” Crowley’s assistant sequestered them all in the conference room. They hadn’t been waiting very long before Crowley walked in, took one look at Dean and Cas, and asked them if they were “really that stupid.”

Since then, Dean had half-heard a lot of yelling and not a lot of solutions through the raging tinnitus in his ears. He repeatedly tried to pipe up, but his vocal cords were paralyzed. All he could do was sit there with his head in his hands. His eyes flashed to Cas, seated beside him. Cas hadn’t said much, either. He’d kept his gaze down and his white-knuckled fists on his lap pretty much since they’d entered the room.

He must have felt Dean’s eyes on him. His gaze swept up, blue and hapless and about as terrified as Dean felt inside his own bones. Dean reached over and put his hand over Cas’ fist, stroked Cas’ wrist with his thumb. Cas exhaled shakily.

“You’re out of your grapefruit if you think I’m puttin’ him on a radio show for this crap!” Bobby yelled, spit flying from under his mustache. His face was red with anger under the rim of his newsboy cap, which meant Dean would probably get his ass handed to him the second they were alone. He just hoped Bobby would tucker himself out screaming at Crowley before that happened.

“Then what do you suggest, Robert?” Crowley retorted from where he was standing at the head of the table, his hands flat on the surface as he leaned into them. His face was an even riper shade of tomato-red than Bobby’s.

“Something that don’t involve more media!”

“It may be inevitable at this point,” Michael pointed out.

Dean’s eyes stayed glued to Cas’. Cas shook his head slightly, his lips a pale, thin line of anxiety. Dean gave his hand a squeeze, trying to reassure him that at least they were in this shitstorm together. He barely noticed Sam’s empathetic expression as his gaze flickered down to Dean and Cas’ conjoined hands.

“Oh, come on,” Bobby argued. “You want this in every legitimate newspaper across the nation? We don’t have to issue a public denial every time one of them stubs a toe!”

“You call this a stubbed toe?” Gabriel said, snatching one of the magazines from the pile and holding it up to Bobby.

Crowley’s team had bought up all the magazine copies they could find, but it was too late. Too much of the public had already gotten their hands on it. And that was only in New York.

“I call it a story that’ll blow over by Sunday if we don’t feed it,” Bobby answered.

“This wouldn’t have happened at all if you kept Winchester in line,” Gabriel said, pointing a finger at Bobby. Dean winced slightly, because Bobby didn’t deserve that. This was all Dean’s fault.

“You wanna talk about which one of us is bad at our jobs?” Bobby said, steam practically coming out of his ears. “You’re the one who was supposed to kill the story.”

“I did!”

“Apparently all you did was stun it.”

“Hey!” Sam shouted, interrupting before there was any bloodshed. “Fighting isn’t getting us anywhere.”

His eyes flashed warily toward Dean and Cas. He breathed out heavily and ran his hand through his hair. “The story’s out. We need to talk about a solution, not—not point fingers at each other.”

“Now I see why people call you the smarter one. Although it isn’t hard to come out on top with this lot,” Crowley commented, earning himself a scowl from Sam. “I couldn’t agree more. We need to find out who exactly is to blame for leaking this story.”

“I think that’s fairly obvious,” Michael said. “It had to have been my brother and Mr. Webb.”

Dean gnashed his teeth at the mention of Lee’s name. A few weeks ago, he would have defended Lee, said he’d never do something like this. But now, he wouldn’t put it past the guy. The only problem was, Dean hadn’t told him what had happened in Kansas City.

“How would he have known to go after that?” he asked.

Cas wrinkled his face in a cross between annoyance and disbelief. “You’re still defending him?”

“Hell no,” Dean answered quickly. “I’m just saying, he didn’t know what happened.”

Sam said, “Yeah, but Dean, it’s not like he didn’t know about you two. Luc, too. They could have—I dunno—put some feelers out to see what kinda dirt they could dig up.”

“Exactly,” Michael agreed. “They had the means, and the motive. The timing of this is too coincidental. We just announced Webb would fight Castiel next month. If I know Luc, he means to discredit Castiel and turn the public against him.”

“Who knows how long they’ve been sitting on this,” Gabriel added ominously. It made Dean sick thinking about what other stories Lee was willing to take to the press. And it made him furious knowing this was the one he’d picked.

Making the world think Dean was some kind of cheater was one thing, but this? Him and Cas? It was just about the lowest thing Dean could think of. Maybe Lee had been hoping Dean would slip up somehow when he’d first given him that cocaine. Dean had let himself get out of control, get sloppy. He’d given Lee the perfect ammunition.

Cas shifted, turning his eyes on Crowley. “You didn’t have anything to do with this, did you?” he asked, tone threatening.

Crowley’s eyebrows shot up like he was offended. “I beg your pardon? Have you lost it? Have you any idea how much money I sunk into that tour of yours so you could remain heavyweight champion?”

“Wait, you’re doing what?” Bobby spat.

Cas looked down again, like a kid being punished. Dean huffed, because now wasn’t really the time. “We’ll talk about it later,” he told Bobby.

“Like hell—”

“We got a little more on our plates right now, Bobby,” Dean said, voice louder. He should have told Bobby about Cas before, but in his defense, Bobby had kicked Dean out of the gym every time he’d tried to go in. And part of Dean was still unconvinced that Cas would go through with it, even after everything.

Luckily, Bobby dropped it with little more than a disgruntled murmur about not trusting anybody with a college education. In response, Michael only tilted his head to the side, unamused.

“The point is,” Crowley cut back in, “I have to protect my assets. That’s you two morons. Particularly Castiel. The priority is to ensure that no damage comes to his reputation—and, in turn, the NBA’s.”

Dean scoffed wetly, affronted. He pulled his hand off of Cas’. “And what? Mine isn’t?”

Crowley cocked his head at a sharp angle. “Do I have to teach you arithmetic, you ape? This problem involves both of you. Meaning, the solution will benefit both of you.”

That wasn’t totally true. Dean had still been accused of throwing his last fight. But Crowley wouldn’t lift a finger to help there, seeing as he’d been the mastermind behind it. None of this was for Dean. It was to make sure Cas stayed at the top.

Dean drummed his thumb on the table and glared back at Crowley.

“I still say we need to put out a statement,” Gabriel said.

#destiel #deancas #destiel fic #deancas fic #dean winchester #dean #castiel #cas #my writing #my post #heavyweight

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