#i bet on losing huskies

[ibetonlosinghuskies]

every time someone brings up the player allegations i think of the first clip:

she better get that natty this szn or i will SOB

[v6quewrlds]

❝ candy paint, l. norris. ❞  ‎ ‎ ┉  

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀summary: lando norris is a lot of things: 100% honest is not one of them. good thing you're around to make sure he owns his weaknesses.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀author's note: first lando fic everyone cheer!! finding my footing writing lando's personality (dry asf) but I'll get there lmao day three of my no nut november series.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀warnings: smut, please do not interact with my work if you are under 18. language, friends with benefits, the max mentioned is fewtrell not verstappen, oral (male receiving)protected sex, neither reader nor lando can shut the fuck up.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀pairing: lando norris x reader.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀word count: 2k.

"You're kidding, right?" you said into the phone, your voice laced with a hint of skepticism. The rain pattered against the window of your apartment, matching the rhythm of your thoughts. You had just returned from a week-long work trip and were looking forward to a quiet evening in.

Lando's voice was as persistent as the rain outside. "Come on, mate. It's been too long. You know I can't wait." His tone was a blend of playful and demanding, the kind that usually made your heart flutter. But this time, you had to draw a line.

"Lando, seriously," you said, a smirk playing on your lips. "What about your little bet with Max?" The mention of Max's name brought a mischievous glint to your eye. You knew how much he hated losing, especially to his friends.

Lando chuckled, the sound echoing through the line. "I wasn't sticking to the bet anyway. I've got to see you." His voice grew husky with desire, the kind of voice that made your knees wobble and your resolve waver. "I'll come to you."

You hesitated, your eyes narrowing as you considered his plea. The thought of seeing Lando sent a warm shiver down your spine. You could almost feel his strong hands gripping your hips, his breath hot on your neck. "Fine," you relented. "But if you want to come over, I'm telling Max you caved."

"You wouldn't," Lando said with mock horror, and you could almost hear his grin.

"Oh, I absolutely would," you replied, the challenge in your voice unmistakable. "You're the one begging to see me, remember?"

The line went quiet for a beat, and then Lando sighed dramatically. "Alright, fine, whatever. I'll be there in twenty."

Twenty minutes later, the sound of the door opening and closing was like music to your ears. You felt the heat of Lando's presence before you even saw him. He was soaking wet from the rain outside, his white t-shirt clinging to his muscular chest. You couldn't help but laugh at the sight of him. "You look like a drowned rat," you said, standing up from the couch where you had been scrolling through your phone.

"Charming," Lando shot back with a smirk, shaking his wet hair like a dog and spraying droplets across the floor. He stepped closer to you, and you could smell the faint scent of his cologne mingling with the freshness of rain. "But it's worth it if it means I get to see this gorgeous face." He leaned in to kiss you, but you playfully pushed him away. "What, no greeting for the man who braved the storm to see you?"

You rolled your eyes but couldn't hide your smile. "Take off your clothes before you drench the whole place," you said, stepping aside. You watched as he peeled off his shirt, revealing the defined abdomen and muscular arms that had your knees growing weaker by the second. You made no effort to hide your eyes sweeping over his form as you bit your bottom lip.

He kicked off his shoes and socks, leaving a puddle by the door. "Better?" he asked, a glint in his eye as he moved closer.

"Marginally," you replied, trying to keep your cool. But when Lando's hands reached for your waist, pulling you into his warm embrace, you melted against him. His touch was like a warm blanket on a cold night, comforting and revitalizing all at once.

You kissed with an intensity that spoke of weeks of pent-up longing, your tongues dancing in a familiar rhythm. His hands slid down your back, cupping your ass, and you felt his erection pressing against your thigh. "You're going to be the end of me," he murmured against your lips.

You pulled away just enough to whisper, "You're the one who couldn't wait." You stepped back, taking his hand and leading him to the couch. With a swift motion, you straddled him, your cotton shorts riding up your thighs. Lando's hands roamed up your legs, his thumbs teasing the hem, hinting at what was to come.

Your round brown eyes searched his emerald ones, a silent question lingering between you two. "You sure you're ready to lose?" you asked, your voice low and sultry. The room was filled with the sound of your ragged breaths and the distant patter of rain.

Lando's grin was all the answer you needed. "Love, I'd do anything to taste you right now." His thumbs hooked into the waistband of your shorts, and with a quick pull, they were around your ankles. He groaned as he felt the heat of your bare skin against his.

You giggled, a sound that was music to his ears, and leaned back, placing your hands on his shoulders. "Well, you're in luck," you said, your voice dripping with seduction. "Because I'm feeling quite generous."

Without breaking eye contact, Lando reached for the waistband of his sweats pulling it down with a slow, deliberate movement. His erection sprang free, and you couldn't help but gasp. He was always so beautifully aroused, so ready for you. You slid your hand over it, feeling it pulse beneath your touch.

He groaned, his eyes closing briefly before snapping open again. "Don't tease me," he warned, his voice strained.

"Who's teasing?" you said, your smile wicked. You kneeled off the couch, your soft dark curls brushing against his chest, and took him in your mouth. Lando's grip tightened on the couch cushions, his body arching off the cushions with a hiss.

"Fuck, babe," he groaned, his eyes rolling back. Your mouth was warm and wet, moving over him with the kind of expertise that only came from knowing someone's body intimately. You took him deep, your tongue swirling around the head before pulling back to tease the sensitive underside. You knew every inch of him, every spot that made him squirm, and every spot that made him beg.

You felt a rush of power, your eyes sparkling with amusement as you watched Lando's reaction. You loved the way he lost control around you, the way his cocky exterior crumbled to reveal the desperate need beneath. You bobbed your head faster, taking him deeper each time, until you felt his thighs tense and his hips jerk upwards.

"Goddammit," he breathed, his hands finding their way into your hair, guiding your movements. "I can't wait anymore." He pulled you off him, his eyes dark with need. "Get on top," he said, his voice a gruff command.

Your heart raced as you straddled him, your own desire matching his. You watched as he reached into the pocket of his sweats, retrieving a condom he casually slid over his length. Then you felt him at your entrance, his fingers eagerly pushing your panties to the side, and with a little wiggle, you sank down, enveloping him in your warmth. Lando's eyes rolled back in his head, a silent groan escaping his lips. The sensation of him filling you was overwhelming, a sweet ache that you had missed.

You found your rhythm quickly, your bodies moving together as if you had been practicing this dance your whole life. Lando's hands roamed your body, cupping your breasts and squeezing your hips as you rode him. Your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving little half-moons of pressure as you rose and fell. Each time you took him in, you felt like you were claiming a piece of him, a piece that was yours and yours alone.

The sound of your bodies slapping together filled the room, a testament to your passion. You leaned forward, your breasts brushing against Lando's chest, and whispered, "Couldn't even go two weeks, could you?" Your voice was teasing, but it held an underlying satisfaction. You knew you had the power to make him break his bet.

"Fuck the bet," Lando groaned, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. "You're all I need." His words were punctuated by his hips bucking upwards, pushing into you with a desperation that sent a shiver down your spine. The room grew hotter, the scent of your desire mixing with the dampness from the rain outside.

Your movements grew more frantic, their breaths mingling in the air. The couch creaked beneath you, a testament to the intensity of your passion. You felt yourself getting closer, your inner muscles tightening around him. Lando's grip on your hips grew firmer, his fingers digging into your skin.

"Come for me," he urged, his eyes burning into yours. "Let go, baby."

You threw your head back, your dark curls bouncing off your shoulders as you picked up your pace. The sensations grew more intense, each stroke bringing you closer to the edge. Lando's hands moved from your hips to your breasts, his hands squeezing at the bouncing flesh before leaning down to bring his mouth to the peaks. You gasped, the pleasure shooting straight to your core.

"Yes, just like that," you moaned, your voice a little raspy. The warmth of his mouth on your breasts sent shockwaves through your body. You felt your orgasm approaching, the familiar coil tightening in your belly. You leaned into him, your movements becoming erratic as you chased the feeling.

Lando could feel you tightening around him, your breath coming in short gasps. He knew you were close, and it was his undoing. He thrust upwards, his own release building. "Fuck," he groaned, his eyes meeting yours, silently pleading for you to let go.

With a cry, you did. Your orgasm washed over you, making your body convulse. You felt him swell inside you, his own climax following closely behind. You held onto each other tightly, your bodies moving together in perfect harmony until the waves of pleasure subsided.

For a moment, you stayed just like that, panting and sweaty, your hearts hammering in your chests. Then, Lando leaned in to kiss you, a gentle brush of his lips that spoke of affection and satisfaction. He pulled out of you with a soft groan, and you felt a twinge of loss. But the warmth of his body remained, his arms still wrapped around your waist.

"You're amazing," he murmured against your neck, his voice a low rumble that made your skin prickle. You leaned into the embrace, feeling a sense of peace wash over you. This was your thing, your little slice of heaven, left uncomplicated despite your close friendship.

You lay there for a while, your bodies entwined and your breaths slowing. The rain outside had turned into a gentle pitter-patter, lulling you into a state of post-coital bliss. It was moments like these that made the world seem to stop spinning, where the only thing that mattered was the warmth of each other's skin and the sound of your hearts beating in unison.

You leaned back and looked into his green eyes, the corners of your mouth curling up in a knowing smile. "So," you began, "Are you going to man up and text Max now, or should I?"

Lando groaned, his head falling back against the couch cushion. "You're enjoying this way too much," he said, a hint of a grin playing on his lips.

"I like seeing you squirm," you replied, your voice light and playful. You reached for your phone on the coffee table, your eyes gleaming with mischief. You knew Lando was competitive to a fault and losing was not something he took kindly to, especially not when it came to something as serious as a bet with Max.

Lando's eyes narrowed playfully as he watched you type away, his arms still around your waist. "Don't be too detailed," he murmured, his grip tightening slightly.

You glanced up at him, your smile widening. "Oh, I won't," you said sweetly, sending the text. "But he's going to know you didn't last five minutes."

Lando's eyes shot open. "You didn't!"

"Oh, I did," you said with a laugh, the sound like a melody in the quiet room. "And you know what?"

He tugged on your hair gently, bringing you closer. "What?"

"It was worth it," you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity. "Every single second."

You kissed him softly, your tongue darting out to trace his bottom lip. Lando's eyes closed, savoring the moment, his arms tightening around you. He knew you were right, that the thrill of being with you was worth any bet.

[wh1msic4lwasab1]

"𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫"˚ ₊‧꒰ა $ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

synopsis: after losing a bet in the casino a day prior, your boyfriends gamble against you was for his girlfriend to show up with him the next day in a sultry, but fun outfit ;)

tags: semi-public, oral, pet names (bunny), vulgar, explicit

wrd cnt: 600+

a/n: i wasn’t even a huge aventurine fan before this but lord this was fun to write

Aventurine, your boyfriend, stood before you, his piercing eyes gleaming with anticipation. He was dressed to impress, his tailored suit accentuating his chiseled features. You, on the other hand, were clad in a bunny costume, complete with fluffy ears, a cotton ball tail, and a revealing corset. It was his request, and you had reluctantly agreed, knowing it you’d be a swindler for all eternity if you didn’t complete your end of the bet.

The casino was bustling with people, just like the day before. The sound of clinking glasses, chatter, and the constant hum of slot machines creating a cacophony of noise. You had chosen a relatively secluded spot, nestled between two rows of slot machines, but it was still very much in public. The thrill of being caught added to the excitement, and she could feel her heart racing in her chest.

"Get on your knees, loser," Aventurine chuckled, his voice low and husky, as he ran his fingers through your hair, sending shivers down your spine.

You nodded, her eyes locked on his, as she dropped to her knees. The cold, hard floor beneath you was a stark contrast to the warmth of your skin, but you didn't care. You were here to make good on your word, and plus, it was all too ridiculous to take seriously.

Aventurine's eyes never left yours as he unzipped his pants, revealing his already-hard cock. "Go on, bunny," he whispered, his voice laced with desire.

You obliged, fingers wrapping around his shaft as you began to stroke him. You played with his tip, slapping it down on your tongue while looking at him as he played on the slots, flushing money down the drain as if it was worthless.

You kissed down his length, teasing him just a while longer before uour mouth enveloped his cock, taking him deep into your throat. Aventurine's eyes fluttered closed, a soft groan escaping his lips as you worked your magic.

"Fuck, you're so good at this," he whispered, his voice trembling with pleasure. "You're a dirty little whore, aren't you? Yeah…now keep going.”

You hummed in response, the vibration of your lips sending shivers down his spine. His hips began to buck, his cock pistoning in and out of your mouth as he chased his release, while trying to stay as neutral as possible as people constantly walked by.

The sound of clinking glasses and laughter from the nearby bar grew louder, but you didn't care. You were lost in their own little bubble of desire, where nothing else mattered.

As Aventurine's orgasm approached, he pulled out of your mouth, his chest heaving with excitement. "I'm going to come all over your face, mkay’ bunny?," he whispered, his eyes blazing with intensity.

You nodded, your heart racing with anticipation.

With a few swift strokes, Aventurine came, his load splashing across your face, dripping down your chin and onto your corset. Your closed her eyes, feeling a rush of arousal flow down into your cunt, wishing he’d just let you ride him where he sat; and he probably would if he was just a little drunk and had no problem with getting you two arrested.

As you opened her eyes, she saw Aventurine's gaze locked on your, his eyes burning with desire. "Shall we make another bet?"

whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

[insidekatmind]

Losing Bet- Jobe Bellingham

Wearning: +18, slight smut, english is not my first language.

It was the first of November, and Jobe had accepted his brother Jude’s challenge for the famous "No Nut November". As usual, Jobe was competitive, and losing to his older brother wasn’t an option. However, there was a problem: you

You knew that every time you wore a short dress or threw him a more provocative look, you’d drive him crazy. And while he was striving to stay true to his promise, you seemed to enjoy testing him without even realizing it. At least, that’s what he liked to think.

---

4 November: the beginning of frustration

Jobe was lying on the couch, his PlayStation controller in his hands, but his eyes weren’t fixed on the screen. They were pointed at you. You were wearing a black dress, just above the knees, and you were setting up the table for dinner. The light of the kitchen lit up your body, making your skin shine like silk.

"Can you stop walking back and forth like that?" he popped, without turning away.

You turned around, raised eyebrow. "I’m just setting. Problems?"

"You’re... too close," he muttered, looking down.

You smiled, putting a plate on the table with theatrical slowness. "Too close, Jobe? Don’t tell me this challenge is already weighing on you."

"Absolutely not!" he replied immediately, the tone too defensive to be credible. "It’s just... it’s not easy to concentrate."

"Focus on what? Beat your brother?" You looked at him with a mischievous smile, approaching to whisper in his ear. " You know you can’t win, right?"

Jobe swallowed hard. "You’ll see."

---

10 November: tension grows

Things were getting worse. Every innocent gesture of yours seemed to amplify his frustration. One evening, while watching a movie together, you leaned against his chest, playing carelessly with the edges of his sweatshirt. Jobe held his breath, trying to keep calm.

"Is everything okay?" you asked, looking up at him, your innocent eyes staring at him.

"Perfectly," he answered in a husky voice. But the blush on his face betrayed the truth.

"Are you sure? You’re a little... tense," you continued, sliding one hand down his arm.

"I’m fine," he insisted, but his clenched jaw and clenched fists said otherwise. In the end, he stood up sharply. "I must... drink water."

You followed him into the kitchen, watching him lean against the counter, taking a deep breath. "You know, Jobe, you can give up anytime. There is no shame in losing."

He turned to you, dark eyes shining with fierce determination. "I will not lose. Especially against Jude."

"Not to lose to Jude, or not to lose with me around?" you asked him, tilting your head.

Jobe puffed, his hand in his hair. "" You... are the problem."

You smiled, and approached him until you touched his chest. "" Me? I’m not doing anything." You looked straight into his eyes, your voice a whisper. " It’s just me."

---

25 November: the deadline

It was evening, and you were trying on a new dress. When you came out of the bathroom, you found Jobe sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in your hands. As soon as he saw you, his eyes widened.

"What do you think?" you asked, turning slowly. The dress was tight, perfectly wrapping your curves, and your skin shone in the soft light of the room.

"You’re... incredible," he murmured, but there was a note of suffering in his voice.

"Thank you," you replied, moving closer to sit next to him. You kissed his cheek gently, but he did not move. When you tried to pull back, his hand grabbed your wrist.

"You can’t do that," he said, looking at you with a seriousness that made you hold your breath. " You can’t be so... perfect and expect me to stay strong."

"Then surrender," you whisper, your face a few inches from his.

Jobe closed his eyes, struggling with himself. "No. I can’t. I won’t lose to Jude."

"But you’re losing with me," you replied, letting yourself fall gently on his knees, your hands slipping around his neck.

"You don’t play clean," he muttered, his trembling hands stopping on your hips. "And it’s not fair."

"Right?" you bowed your head, your hair touching his face. "It’s not a matter of right or wrong, Jobe. It’s just a matter of what you really want."

At that moment, his determination collapsed. His hands were squeezed around you, and his breath mixed with yours as his lips found yours with an urgency that he had held back for too long.

You started to rub your hand on his cock making him moan loudly while sucking his lip making him moan and making Jobe raise your dress with urgency. You smiled and unbuttoned his jeans and lowered his boxer shorts.

You put a hand around his cock that was very hard and started to saw it and Jobe moaning swearing but stopped your hand. He wanted to hear you, he needed to be inside of you.

You smiled and lined his cock in your pussy and both of you moaned as he tried not to close his eyes feeling like your pussy was squeezing his dick.

"shit, I missed that feeling," said Jobe moaning as he squeezed your ass and started lifting his hips to fuck you.

You moaned and started sucking his neck, driving him crazy. He started moving his hips faster while he occasionally slapped your butt as he grunted.

---

The next day, at breakfast.

Jude walked into the kitchen with a smirk at Jobe’s nipples on his neck. "So, little brother, did you resist?" he said sarcastically

Jobe looked up at you, who was smiling innocently as you drank your coffee. Then he sighed, looking down. "All right, I lost. Are you happy?"

Jude burst out laughing. "I knew it! And you were so sure. I just wonder what made you give in..."

"You’ll never know," said Jobe, glancing at you with a complicity.

Jude smiled and winked at you to thank you for making you laugh*

[coolemmasulivan2]

Rewinding Us | 6 [Finale]

Pairing: Mason Mount x Reader

Summary: You and Mason built a love story over five years, but after an accident, your memories are wiped away, including any feelings for your constant bickering “rival”. Can you remember your love story with Mason, or will you have to start all over?

Word count: 3782

You can read more chapters here.

Author's Note: So, this is the finale. It was the longest story I wrote, and I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you.

'Cause all of the small things that you do Are what remind me why I fell for you And when we're apart and I'm missing you I close my eyes and all I see is you And the small things you do

Mason parked the car in front of your house and turned off the engine. Neither of you made a move to leave, both lost in the moment. You didn't want to leave his side yet, not after the passionate make-out session you had at the stadium.

Being close to him felt familiar, even though you didn't remember the details. He treated you with kindness and respect, never making inappropriate moves or saying anything that made you feel uncomfortable.

"Why did we fought so much?" You asked, breaking the silence in the warm car. "All those years, and all we did was fight each other."

Mason looked at you and gave you a small smile. "Because we were stupid. At least I was!"

"Yes, you were!" You agreed, making him laugh.

"Wow, that was a quick answer." He said sarcastically.

You both laughed, the sound filling the car. Mason felt his heart swell with happiness at hearing your laughter. It always brought a smile to his face.

As the laughter subsided, the car fell silent. Neither of you wanted to lose each other's company.

"It's late." You said.

"Yes!"

You looked at the house and then back at Mason. "Do you want to stay over?"

Mason shifted in his seat, trying to control himself. "You're making it really hard to take things slow, you know that?" His voice grew darker, filled with desire.

His hand was resting on the back of your seat, and you felt a surge of desire. You wanted to kiss him, to drag him inside the house. Taking things slow had been your idea, but you were starting to think it was a stupid one.

"I have stupid ideas sometimes!" You teased him, a playful glint in your eye.

You saw Mason swallow. The car suddenly felt very small and hot. Or was it you?

"Don't do that." He whispered, his voice husky. "You're going to kill me!"

You leaned in, your faces close. Mason looked at your lips, his eyes filled with desire. You smiled, biting your lip playfully.

You slowly lifted your hand and ran your fingers through his beard. "You look very handsome with a beard." You said, your voice soft.

"You like it?" He asked as he leaned in, his lips almost touching yours.

"Yes!" You nodded. "I hated every time you cut it." Mason looked up at your eyes, suddenly aware of your words. "And I hated it even more when you made me cut it that time we made that stupid bet." You laughed, but Mason was stunned, his eyes wide with surprise.

"You remember that?"

Your eyes widened at the realization as a smile spread across his face.

"I'm not doing it!" You exclaimed, crossing your arms over your chest.

"You lost the bet. You gave in. This is the consequence." Mason said, holding out his electric razor.

"You didn't say that was what would happen if I lost." You protested.

"If I had said it, you wouldn't have agreed to the bet."

"Damn right, I wouldn't!" You turned to leave, but Mason closed the bathroom door before you could leave. "Why do you even want to cut it?"

"I just want to make a change!"

"Then cut your hair or get another tattoo!"

"Come on, babe! I didn't picture you as a sore loser." He teased.

"You're an idiot!" You said, snatching the razor from his hand. "Just so you know, you look like a baby without a beard and not a cute one." Mason burst into laughter.

After a goodbye kiss, or more like three or four, you finally pulled away, your heart pounding in your chest. As Mason left, you couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions. You were falling for him. There was no denying it.

Ace greeted you at the front door, his tail wagging enthusiastically. You knelt down and petted him.

"I think I'm falling for him, goofball!" You whispered, a blush creeping onto your cheeks as you said it out loud.

Mason closed the door behind him and collapsed onto the sofa, a big smile on his face. The night had been incredible, and kissing you again had been even better. He didn't know how, but you tasted even better than before. You were still incredibly addictive.

He took off his blazer and unbuttoned a few buttons of his white shirt. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone and opened the text messages.

You entered the kitchen with shopping bags in hand. "Hi babe!" You called out to Mason, who was coming down the stairs.

"Hi, beautiful!" He replied, approaching you and pulling you into a kiss. "What's all this?"

"Food!" You answered. "My parents are coming for dinner, remember?"

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot." He said, looking distracted as you put the food away. "Can we talk?"

You looked at him, surprised and a little nervous by his serious tone. "Sure, what is it?"

He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the sofa. You sat down, your hand still locked in his. "You know things haven't been great." He began.

You were confused. "Between us?"

"What? No, beautiful. Not us. The club!" Mason quickly clarified.

A wave of relief washed over you. "Jesus Mount, you scared me."

Mason kissed your hand and chuckled. "No reason to be scared. You're stuck with me. If you want to, of course."

"Of course, I want to." You replied, grabbing his jaw and kissing him. "You're stuck with me too."

"And that's all I want." He said, looking down at your hands. "But, there's something that might change that."

Panic started to set in. "What?" You asked, your voice trembling slightly.

"I have an offer for another club." He said.

Your heart sank. You knew things at Chelsea weren't the best, and the talks about his contract hadn't gone well, but you didn't realize other clubs were already making offers.

"Which club?" You asked, your voice barely a whisper.

"United!"

"That's amazing, Mase!" You said, trying to sound enthusiastic, but your voice was thinner than usual.

Mason gave you a sad smile. "I know... I know our life is here. I know your life is here, but..." He hesitated for a moment, squeezing your hand. "If I accept it, will you---"

"You haven't accepted it yet?" You asked, interrupting him.

Mason looked at you. "Of course not. I had to talk to you first. I love football, but you're my priority. I'm not taking an offer if it means breaking us up."

You smiled and cupped his cheek. "Babe, that will not break us up. I love you. Where you go, I'll go, even if that means leaving the country or moving to another continent. In this case, it's just Manchester. I can just ask to be transferred or find a new job. The important thing is that we'll be together."

Mason looked at you with puppy eyes. "God, I love you so much." He said, kissing you passionately. "I'll marry you one day, Y/n Y/l/n!"

You left work, your mind racing with excitement and anticipation for your second date with Mason. The date was going to be at his place, a more intimate and homely setting than the first.

At home, you took a shower and changed into something comfortable but nice. You looked good as you smiled at your reflection in the bedroom mirror, hoping Mason would like it.

"Ace? Come here, boy!" You called out to the puppy. A few seconds later, he came running towards you, his tail wagging enthusiastically. "Let's go!" You said, stepping out of the house with Ace following you.

You opened the car door of your Mini Cooper, and Ace hopped into the back seat. As you pulled out of the driveway, you plugged in the GPS with Mason's address and turned on the music, singing along happily.

After ten minutes, as you were driving along a residential road, chatting with Ace as if he could understand you, a car overtook you in a curve, barely missing you as the car in front approached. You swerved to avoid a collision, pressing on the brakes to stop before hitting the electricity pole.

Your heart pounded in your chest as the memory of your accident resurfaced, flooding your mind with fear and anxiety.

Ace barked, sensing your distress. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. You remembered the drunk driver who had hit you, the pain, the fear. Tears welled up in your eyes as you fought to regain control of your emotions.

Mason paced nervously around the living room, his gaze constantly fixed on the clock. You should have arrived by now. He had given you his address and the house wasn't difficult to find.

Just as he was about to grab his phone, it started ringing. A relieved sigh escaped his lips as he saw your name on the screen.

"Y/n?" He answered, his voice filled with concern.

"Mason!" You gasped, your voice trembling.

Mason's heart sank. "What is it? Are you okay?"

"I… I think I'm having a panic attack." You replied, your voice barely a whisper.

"Hey, hey, calm down." Mason said, his voice soothing. "Where are you?" You gave him your location, your voice shaking. "Just keep breathing slowly." Mason instructed. "I'll be there in a minute."

Mason quickly grabbed his car keys, leaving the house without even locking the door. His mind raced with worry as he drove towards your location. The only thing on his mind was that he had to be there for you.

As you waited for Mason to arrive, you tried to focus on your breathing, trying to calm your racing heart. You closed your eyes, picturing Mason's reassuring smile, his strong arms wrapped around you.

You didn't know how long you waited, but Mason's car finally pulled up beside yours. He jumped out of the car and ran towards you, his face etched with worry.

He opened your car door. "Y/n!" He said, his voice filled with concern. "It's okay, I'm here." You burst into tears, relief washing over you as you saw Mason's familiar face. He knelt down beside you, wrapping his arms around you. "It's okay." He whispered, stroking your hair. "You're safe now."

You clung to him, sobbing uncontrollably. Mason held you tightly, his strong arms providing a sense of security. Slowly, your breathing began to regulate, and the panic started to subside.

You pulled away from Mason, your tears streaming down your face. He wiped them away gently with his thumbs.

"I'm sorry!" You whispered, your voice hoarse.

"You don't need to apologize," he said, his eyes filled with compassion. "You're in no condition to drive, beautiful. Come on." Mason helped you back into his car, with Ace following closely behind.

"What--- what about my car?"

"I'll come and pick it up tomorrow morning."

As he drove you to his place, he held your hand, offering you comfort. Once you were home, Mason asked to help you towards the sofa. The house smelled of food, but before you could apologize once more, he asked, "What happened?"

You took a deep breath. "A car almost hit me." You explained, your voice still trembling. "It reminded me of the accident."

Mason's eyes widened. "The accident? You mean the one that…" You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes again. Mason pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly. "It's okay!" He whispered.

"I'm sorry about the dinner." You said, feeling guilty.

"We can still eat." Mason replied, a smile playing on his lips.

You smiled back. "Yes, we can."

You were replying to your friend's message when Mason entered the car on the passenger side. It was already night, but the interior light illuminated his face. He took a deep breath and smiled at you. You could see how forced the smile was, and it made your heart ache.

"You okay?" You asked, your voice filled with concern.

"Yeah!" He whispered, trying to sound cheerful.

You grabbed his hand. "You don't need to lie to me. It's okay if it hurts."

He looked away from you, and as his fingers started playing with his eyes, you knew he was crying. You didn't push him. He needed to get it all out.

"I spent all my life here!" He said, breaking the silence. "This was my family. I can't believe I'm saying goodbye."

"Look at me." You said, your voice gentle. Mason looked at you, his eyes filled with tears. "Your fans are your family. The real ones are always going to support you, wherever you are and whatever you're playing with." You reassured him.

"I only thought that if I ever left, it would be a nicer moment, you know?" He admitted. "I never thought so many people would push me away."

"I know, babe, I know!"

"I guess it's time to say goodbye for real." He said, looking at the stadium in front of him. "Good thing I have you."

"You'll always have me." You replied. "Let's create new memories together."

Mason smiled a genuine smile this time. "Together? Always."

Today, you were going to meet Mason's family. Again. To say you were nervous was an understatement. You were panicking. What if they didn't like the new you? What if you didn't know how to interact with them? Questions raced through your mind, filling you with anxiety.

You were taking the bags from the trunk of the car when you saw Mason opening the front door.

"Hi, beautiful!" He greeted you, his smile warm and inviting. Ever since that night of the second date, when you had stayed over because he didn't want you to be alone, he had been calling you that.

"Hi!" You replied, a big smile spreading across your face.

"What's all that? I told you you didn't need to bring anything." Mason said, helping you with the bags.

"I know you, Mount! You always forget something." Mason looked at you hopefully. "No, I didn't remember anything else. I knew you before we dated. When we had those dinners with friends, you would always forget something."

"I would always bring the beer."

"Yeah, but you would always forget the most important thing: food! Even when you hosted." Mason rolled his eyes. "When is your family coming?"

"They should arrive in about an hour." Mason said, placing the bags on the kitchen island. "Are you really okay with meeting them?"

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. "Yes, I am. I'm just nervous."

Mason grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it. "It's going to be okay. They love you."

"They used to."

"They still do! You're the same person."

"I mean… I'm not!" You argued.

"Yes, you are! You just have a terrible memory." Mason joked, making you hit his arm playfully.

"You think you're funny?"

"I know I am!" He replied, smiling.

You couldn't help but smile back. Things were slowly falling into place. You and Mason weren't officially together, but you were certainly more than just friends. You had shared passionate kisses and make-out sessions, the last one particularly heated, but he had always made sure you were comfortable and in control.

"What do I say if they ask me if we're together?" You asked, blushing.

Mason looked at you. "Tell them whatever you feel comfortable with."

"What if I say something wrong and they don't like me like before?"

Mason chuckled. "Stop that. You're overthinking. Everything's going to be okay."

"But what if---"

Mason cupped your face and kissed you passionately, taking your breath away. He pulled away and made you look at him. "My family is your family. They have loved you since day one, and they will love this version of you too. Why? Because I do."

You looked at him, not knowing what to say. "You're a sap, Mount!" You whispered, a smile playing on your lips.

"You'll learn to love this sap, believe me!"

"Cocky!"

"Realistic!"

His family arrived an hour later, their voices echoing outside the house. Ace was the first to greet them, his tail wagging furiously, as Mason opened the front door.

Mason helped his parents with their luggage, and when you appeared at the door, his mother was the first to see you.

"Y/n, oh my god, it's so good to see you, sweetie!" She exclaimed, pulling you into a warm embrace.

"Hi!" You replied, hugging her back. A familiar warmth spread through you.

Mason smiled at your interaction with his mother and then his father. His parents had always supported your relationship and treated you like their own daughter, just as your parents had always done with him.

The last one to greet you was Summer who was nervously moving in Mason's arm. The little girl had always loved you, but after not seeing you for so long, she was unsure if you would still feel the same about her. You could only imagine the thoughts racing through her mind.

You approached her slowly, trying not to overwhelm her, but she hid her face in Mason's neck.

"Come on, pumpkin! Look who's here." Mason told her, his voice sweet as he spoke to his niece.

"Hello, Summer!"

The little girl looked at you, her eyes filled with uncertainty. "Hi." she whispered, her voice barely audible.

She was really shy and you didn't know what to do. "You're really pretty." You said, hoping to break the ice. Summer remained silent. "Do you remember me?" She nodded.

"Who is she, pumpkin?" Mason tried to make her talk, but she only buried her face in his neck. "She's probably nervous. She hasn't seen you for a while."

"That's okay!"

"She'll come around. After all Auntie Y/n is her favourite." He said louder, provoking the girl in his arms. She knew he was talking to her because she kicked her feet and squeezed the arm around his neck. "Let's go inside."

"Look here, Mount!" You said, grabbing his necklace. "You're going to clean this up right now. I'm not your maid."

Mason smirked. "You're so sexy when you're mad!" He said, smirking. "And stop calling me Mount. You only call me that when you want to prove a point."

"I do want to prove a point." You retorted. "The point is: you mess up, you clean up."

You had gotten home late after an extra hour at the office, only to find your house in chaos. Mason had left his shoes and bag by the door, the kitchen was a disaster with dirty dishes piled high in the sink and crumbs on the sofa.

"I was going to clean it!" Mason protested. "I was just relaxing for a bit."

You gave him a deadpan look. "You've been home for three hours."

Mason chuckled. "You're really making me horny!" He said, placing his hand on your hip. He loved to tease you when you were mad at him.

You pushed him away, your annoyance evident. "I'm serious, Mason. Clean this up."

"What do I get in return?"

"A good night's sleep on our bed instead of the sofa."

"Don't be like that." Mason groaned. "Have I told you how beautiful you look?" He trapped you against the kitchen counter, his hands on either side of you. He leaned in and kissed your neck.

You rolled your eyes. "That's not going to work."

Mason smirked. "I know you can't resist me."

You chuckled in return and pushed him away. "Me?" You teased, now approaching him seductively. "Let me remind you that you were the one who couldn't even go two days without me, last time we tried this."

"Why don't we try again? Let's see how not so innocent you are." His voice was low and seductive.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his. "If you don't clean this up right now, the only thing you'll be getting is No Nut October, November, and December!" You threatened.

Mason's eyes widened. "You wouldn't dare!"

You raised an eyebrow. Mason sighed dramatically as he began to clean up the mess, complaining under his breath.

The dinner with Mason's family was going better than you expected. It was surprising how easily you lost yourself in conversation with them, feeling a sense of familiarity. Summer had quickly warmed up to you, clinging to your side like a little koala.

Mason's sister, sitting next to you, smiled. "How are you?" She asked.

"I'm okay." You replied. "I've been learning and slowly getting back to my old life." You glanced at the kitchen, where Mason was helping his mother with the dessert. "Your brother has been helping me a lot." You said.

"How does it feel? Not remembering your relationship?" His sister asked, her eyes filled with curiosity.

You looked down at Summer, who was playing with your hands. "At the beginning, it was hard." You confessed. "I didn't understand how we could be dating if we hated each other, but…" You hesitated.

"But you realized that you didn't hate him anymore!" His sister completed your thought.

"Yes!" You admitted.

"Mason loves you." She said, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "I've never seen him so lost as when you had the accident." You didn't know what to say. "But I can see how happy he's been lately. Is there something going on between you two?" Your eyes widened and you blushed. Jaz smiled. "No need to answer."

After dinner and a movie night, you said goodbye to Mason's family, feeling a sense of warmth and belonging.

As you and Mason stepped outside, he turned to you. "You can stay over. There's enough room."

"Maybe another time." You smiled. "I really liked them. They feel… familiar."

Mason smiled as he slowly approached you, his hands hidden in the pocket of his joggers. "What about me? Am I familiar?"

You couldn't help but look at his lips. "A lot!"

He looked down at your lips and leaned in. You closed your eyes, and a second later, his lips brushed yours in a gentle but passionate kiss. You cupped his cheek, and he grabbed your hips, pulling you toward him.

As you stepped away, you realized in his eyes how much you were loved by the man in front of you. "Sometimes I wish I could rewind us." You whispered.

Mason's hands remained on your hips as he massaged them gently. "Why?"

"So I could remember our story." You replied, your voice barely a whisper.

"You don't need to remember our story." Mason said, his eyes filled with love. "We can make a new one."

Your heart swelled with warmth. "I would like that very much, Mount."

[ilwonuu]

can you please make a part 2 for smoke? thank you love your works<3

yes yes!!! i literally wanted to start writing the second part already. let me know what you thought of the writing. thank you for your request ily<333

⊹₊ ⋆ smoke ꜜ. one

↴ lee haechan

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༄ summary- you fuck your best friend after a interesting night after smoking with him.

༄ warnings-sloppy sex, meanish dom! haechan, smoking while naked, kissing, best friends to lovers, pet names(slut,baby,dirty girl) ,dirty talk, haechan is needy, rough sex ish, lmk what else

༄ authors note- need haechan rnrn. i literally am insane over him😵‍💫

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you and haechan walk to your house as quick as possible. smoking another blunt sneaking in from the your bedroom window the same way you snuck out.

after you shut the window haechan is already attacking your lips. pushing you up against your wall kissing you roughly. making out with you for a little longer before pulling away. “let me fuck you? you don’t have to do the work baby just lay down.” he whispers into your skin.

you’re slightly nervous but you agree with his orders. laying down pulling off your clothes. he gets into bed laying next to you. taking off his clothes as well. “h-haechan i’m so wet fuck me already…i can take it.” you mouth slightly into the pillow.

he smirks at you. “dirty girl. want my dick that bad?” he says rubbing his fingers over your slit. collecting your arousal slowly. “haechan p-please do something..” you cry out to him waiting for him to touch you. “such a wet slut hm? all for me.” he rubs the tip of his dick on your clit teasingly.

“you don’t know how bad i’ve been wanting to fuck you baby.” he says as he mindlessly slips his dick into you. fucking into you immediately. he spits onto his dick fucking it into you.

“taking it like a good girl huh? letting me use you like a slut.” he degrades you. gripping your hips fucking you deeper. you are already dumb on the feeling. his husky voice whispering dirty things to you. he is fucking you fast and rougher at every thrust. “you look so fucking good taking my dick. want to fuck you dumb. make you my own slut. you want that huh?” his voice is stern and demanding as he says this but also seductively and slow.

he is holding your waist roughly as his hips hit you deeper. “gonna cum in you. gonna breed you into my slut. gonna feel so good. you can take it right baby?” he asks in a demanding tone. all you can do as moan his name. “please- chan- need your cum so bad.” he just smirks at you. lifting your leg up so he is fucking you at a deeper angle. he spits on his dick again.

“so wet huh slut? fucking listening to this pussy. so dirty baby. i bet you love it. you love me fucking you this good hm baby?” he whispers into your neck approaching his climax. “h-haechan please.” all you can do is cry at his movements. “what’s wrong baby? gonna cum? cum all over my dick. gonna be my good girl?” you nod dumbly as he grips you hair. pulling it back as he cums inside of you.

your legs shaking at the pleasure. you cum with him. loving the way he tugs your hair pulling you back into his chest.

he’s fucking his cum deeper into you. “take all of it baby. don’t want to lose a single drop.” he whispers into your ear giving you deep rough thrusts. he kisses against your skin pulling out of you. “haechan fuck.” you say as you try to catch your breath. your mind is cloudy as you try to relax. he is just smirking at you in the blue light of his room.

“wanna smoke some more baby?” he asks sitting up gently. you nod sitting up with him. he leans over grabbing his pre rolled blunt out of his bag. he pulls you onto his lap as he lights it. taking a big hit coughing softly.

he passed it over to you giving you a soft kiss on the cheek. you take a nice drag of the blunt handing it over to him. he doesn’t hit it again looking at you softly. he kisses your head and smiles.

“you look so beautiful. i want to kiss you all the time.” he whispers to you. his breath hitting your face. “i want you always.” he kisses your lips roughly. his actions make you blush. you just smile sitting back finishing the blunt with him.

[crackedpumpkin]

𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝟎𝟔 |

[ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 ] | [ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ] | [ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ]

“Tell me again why I need to come down?” You ask, exaggerating a loud sigh of annoyance. 

You can practically hear the way Cole rolls his eyes over the phone. “Zane asked me to call you down since he’s busy. Wouldn’t want to leave him hanging, would you?” 

The call had come before class started, just as you entered and placed your bag down in the empty seat beside you. To your surprise, Cole’s name appears on the phone screen. It’d been a couple days since you had dinner together after losing a bet, so receiving a call from him is lowkey a(n) (unwelcome) surprise. 

Upon picking up, a husky voice greets you with the barest of formalities before practically ordering you to come to the monastery after your lectures. As much as you hate to admit it, you blushed a little at his voice before clearing your throat and firing back a mean remark because c’mon, who said he could use animosity against the sun as an excuse to be rude to you?

“Unfortunately for you guys, I’m not so free as to travel all the way to the other side of Ninjago City on a whim.” Someone moves in the corner of your eyes, turning to see the girl who returned your wallet to you the other day wave sheepishly. 

You move away the bag, allowing her to sit down in the now-empty space. “Hey,” You greet her quietly, pulling the phone away from your ear and covering the mic while ignoring whatever Cole’s saying. 

“Hi,” She whispers back shyly, “It’s me, Holly.” She adds, noticing the quiet struggle you’re having trying to remember her name. Exhaling in relief, you smile sheepishly at her. “Don’t worry about it,” she says softly, turning to take out her materials and prepare for class. 

“You there? Hello?” 

Whoops. He’s annoyed now. 

“Yeah, I’m still here. So at a cafe then? I’ll text you the location. Okay class is starting soon see you bye!” 

“WHAT THE FU-”

You end the call in a hurry, pressing the red button just as Cole’s loud cry of protest starts. 

Placing it on the table, you pull out a notebook from your bag and some stationary before finally turning back to Holly who’d been minding her own business. “Sorry about that.” She tilts her head with a chuckle. 

“It’s fine,” She dismisses it easily. “I’ve heard rumours about this professor though, he always gives loads of group projects. My cousin told me writing a blog is a compulsory assignment.”

Dismay sets in at the thought of having to come up with writing an entire blog by yourself, slumping back in your seat with a loud groan. “Maybe it’s not too late to drop out of the course.” Your muttered words draw an unexpected laugh, taking unbridled joy at seeing Holly dissolve into a fit of giggles. 

“Mood. But hopefully, it won’t be that bad. Maybe we’ll even get partnered up!” The thought of doing the project with someone you at least know cheers you up somewhat, sitting up in your seat with mildly renewed energy. 

The professor enters with prominent dark circles around her eyes, scanning the people in her class before plopping down at her desk with a steaming cup of black coffee in hand and a laptop in the other.

“I’ll get this straight. I have an attendance requirement of 75% - blame the university, not me. As long as you let me finish my lesson, I don’t really care what you do in class as long as it isn’t disruptive. Lastly, there’re extra credit assignments you can take in the course material.”

Just as she finishes speaking, you notice a couple of students open their laptops and put on muted videos of Subway Surfers with their eyes still on the professor. She doesn’t seem to care at all like she’s mentioned earlier, taking a big swig of her coffee before she continues.

“I’m not contactable outside working hours because I have a life, but I’ll get back to you when I can. Additionally,” She pauses, looking around the room with a scrutinising eye. You stare at her blankly, waiting for her to continue. The tip of your pen barely brushes against the thin paper of your notebook, mildly taken aback by how aloof she is.

“Some of your relatives who’ve attended my lessons might’ve told you about my assignments. I’d like to make it clear that I’m changing it up this year. The first project you’ll be doing is starting a business. As long as you demonstrate that you understand the basis and foundation of all the stuff I’m teaching, the business can be about anything.”

The projector flashes for a moment, showing the bright screen of her laptop where she’d already pre-assigned partners beforehand. Your name appears next to Holly’s. Both of you turn to each other with excited grins. 

“Now, who’ll volunteer to be the TA?” 

The utter silence that falls over everyone should’ve been the first warning sign. It’s only after Holly pokes your arm with a pencil that you realise everyone’s looking at you. The professor follows their gazes, patiently waiting for you to respond. 

Just perfect.

Holly’s guilty smile suggests that she wouldn’t have volunteered on your behalf even if you are beginning to be friends. So, you lift your hand begrudgingly with a resigned sigh. “I volunteer as tribute.” 

The professor nods in approval, blinking almost owlishly as a realisation of sorts dawns on her. “Have I told you guys my name yet?”

Maybe it’s not too late to drop out after all.

— — — — — 

Musketeer [ 02:07 PM ]: has sent a location

Musketeer [ 02:07 PM ]: see u at 3

Cake Enthusiast [ 02:07 PM ]: are you srsly expecting us to rush down rn

Musketeer [ 02:08 PM ]: not rn but also dont u have dragons???

Cake Enthusiast [ 02:08 PM ]: yes and

Musketeer [ 02:10 PM ]: wowur so funny hahahhahahahah

Musketeer [ 02:10 PM ]: /sarcastic

Cake Enthusiast [ 02:11 PM ]: remind me why we have to be soulmates again

Musketeer [ 02:11 PM ]: we cld always not be

Cake Enthusiast [ 02:11 PM ]: thats fair

Musketeer [ 02:11 PM ]: anyw see u at 3

It’s been at least a month or so since you both found out you were soulmates, but neither of you had properly acknowledged what to do. After all, it’s awkward any time one of you brings it up even slightly as if it’s a tacit agreement to swerve around the topic. 

Through the banter and snarky remarks, there’s always an underlying question of ‘What are we?’ that haunts your conversations. Even now, you’re running away from it through text. Through text, of all things. Sure, you’re a coward, but you didn’t remember it being this bad.

Are you friends? Acquaintances? Enemies? 

It’s difficult to put a label on it, especially since he hasn’t revealed anything about his feelings towards the whole soulmate thing either. You’ve already made it pretty clear how you feel about it, but it’s almost unnerving how he hasn’t tried to address it either.

The closest label you can slap on the weird relationship between you is probably frenemies? You’re not entirely sure why you’re trying to define what you are even now, but the uncertainty of everything is slowly getting to you. 

It’s ironic how you’d always criticise webtoons and romantic movies for never communicating, yet it’s the exact same thing you’re doing right now. Wow. You truly are pathetic. 

You lift your head at the sound of your name being called. A sudden coldness presses against your cheek, shocking you out of your thoughts as you flinch away from it. Holly greets you with a warm smile, handing you the bubble tea she’s just held against your face.

“You looked kinda out of it. You didn’t even hear me call you.” Aiming the sharp tip of the straw at the cover, you swiftly poke a hole through it and take a long, slow sip. 

“Sorry,” you say through chews, the rubbery texture of the brown sugar pearls giving you something to focus on. “I was thinking about our project.” You can’t have anyone find out about your situation, especially not the students in this school. 

She brightens up at the mention, taking out her phone. “Right! I was thinking about it too! Would you like to meet up another day to brainstorm and sort it out?” She turns the screen around to face you, your name prominently displayed in a new contact.

You enter your number quickly on the screen, pressing call. The phone in your hand vibrates, her own number appearing at the top. “Sorry we can’t do it today, I’ve got an appointment.” 

“That’s okay.” She seems to not mind, shrugging it off easily. “I’ve got something else on too. My mom needs me to stop by the grocery store to buy some stuff for tonight.” She stands up from the seat. “I’ll text you the details and ideas.”

“Sounds good.” You wave her off, watching her leave with a smile. Holly doesn’t seem so bad. She’s nice, and pretty friendly too. The best part is that she’s never once asked you about the ninja either, even after overhearing your phone call this morning.

You pull out your phone and save her number, adding a little smiley face next to her name. It’s been a hectic day, but knowing you’ve got a potential friend in Holly makes it a bit brighter. With a final glance at the door where she exited, you gather your things and head towards the café, feeling a bit more optimistic about your project.

The walk there is about ten minutes according to Google Maps, though navigating through the roads is tricky. Kids on bikes delivering newspapers scare you at almost every turn, barely managing to avoid getting run over if not for their bells acting as a warning signal. 

At least the weather isn’t so bad today, you muse with a smile, enjoying the breeze. If not for the sudden appointment to meet, you would’ve probably gone to the park to find any stray cats or dogs to play with. 

Does he like cats?

Maybe not. He seems like a dog person. But then again, he does have a vibe that would draw cats to him. You could put it to the test perhaps. Damn it. You should’ve set the park as the venue to meet. 

The visual image of you picking him up and shaking him vigorously to use him as a magnet to attract cats and dogs makes you snort in pure amusement, only for your laugh to die down when you turn the corner. 

A jeep is parked right outside a jewellery store, where glass shards litter the sidewalk. The sound of rambunctious laughter fills the air as masked figures shove bags filled with necklaces and bracelets lined with glittering gems into the jeep’s open back. 

Your heart skips a beat, eyes widening at the sight of the chaos. One of the robbers, a hulking figure with a crowbar, leans casually against the shattered glass door, smirking as his companions continue their work.

But it’s not the robbers or the wreckage that makes your blood run cold. Among the masked figures is one that stands out—a familiar lean figure cloaked in dark clothing, a distinctive mask hiding their features. You recognize the thief instantly, the same one who’d caused a fiasco at the museum not too long ago, making off with a priceless artefact right under the noses of everyone. The memory of that night flashes through your mind—the smug glint in their eyes, the familiar gadget on their hand that caused a sinkhole….

You pause. Now that you think about it, if it wasn’t for them, you wouldn’t have figured out Cole is your soulmate. So in retrospect, every moment of turmoil you’re facing with the acknowledgement of your fear and cowardice is their fault.

Now, here they are again, caught red-handed in yet another heist. The thief moves with an effortless grace, tossing a heavy bag into the jeep before turning back to the store. Even from this distance, you can sense the arrogance, the thrill they take in outsmarting everyone around them. Your hands clench into fists at your sides, a mix of anger and determination bubbling up.

What are the odds of running into them again? And why here, of all places? Your mind races, torn between the urge to call for help and the reckless impulse to intervene right then and there. 

As you edge closer, careful to avoid stepping on any glass shards and pressing your back to the wall, the thief’s head turns slightly, as if sensing your presence. You freeze, holding your breath, hoping to remain unnoticed.

The thief pauses, glancing around with narrowed eyes, but the robbers' loud banter covers any noise you might have made. Well, that is, until you get so caught up in the moment that you forget your phone isn’t on silent. 

“JUMP UP KICK BACK WHIP AROUND AND SPIN-”

“Motherfucker-” You mutter, scrambling in a panic to silence Cole’s call. Your chest practically collapses from the shaky exhale after, before holding your breath in a sudden wave of panic. 

A quiet crunch echoes through the street, the sound unnaturally loud in the stillness. Slowly, you look up, eyes widening at the sight of the thief standing right outside the store, the other robbers gathered around. 

For a moment, you lock eyes—or at least, you think you do, through the mask. An awkward silence hangs in the air, thick and heavy. Your tongue darts out, licking your suddenly dry lips as you desperately try to find a way to escape from the situation.

“So…A great day for robbery, am I right?” The stuttered laughter that tumbles past your lips twists your insides into a nervous knot. Lifting your hand, you gesture to the group. “Carry on then, as you were.”

Silence continues to plague the next few seconds, already severely regretting even opening your mouth at all as the robbers behind the thief glance at each other with uncertainty. The thief studies you closely, their piercing gaze stopping when they widen their eyes. A spark of recognition flickers in the air, and you swear you see the thief's lips twitch into a smirk beneath the mask. 

The audacity of this bitch-

Just as you decide to drop your stuff and book it, a familiar voice cuts through the air. "Hey! What’s going on here?" You whip around to see Cole rounding the corner, eyes narrowing as he takes in the scene. 

Relief washes over you, knowing you’re not alone, but it’s quickly replaced by a renewed sense of urgency. The robbers have spotted him too, and you can see the tension in their stance from recognising the ninja, readying to fight or flee.

Cole, they’re armed!” you shout, moving to his side. “I think,” you add quickly, correcting yourself. The masked thief’s gaze lingers on you for a second longer, before they turn to the jeep, making a split-second decision.

He shoots you a quick glance, his voice low and steady. “Stay back,” he warns, already moving in front of you. His stance shifts, ready for a fight, his eyes locked on the thieves. “This isn't your lucky day,” he calls out to them, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips as he sizes up the situation.

“Let’s go!” the thief orders, their voice sharp and commanding through the distortion filter. The robbers scramble, abandoning the last of the loot in their haste to jump into the jeep. Engines roar to life, tyres screeching as the vehicle speeds off into the night, leaving behind the shattered jewellery store and a trail of broken glass.

“Wait, that’s not how it’s supposed to go-” 

“Shut up and go after them!” He yelps, caught off guard by your forceful grab of his wrist, practically dragging him to chase after the car. “Summon your dragon or something! I don’t know,” you say desperately through rapid pants, the jeep getting further away with each passing second. 

“I know what to do!” He retorts with a scoff, making the swift decision to tug you toward him, scooping you up in his arms before doing a front flip. His dragon materialises in an instant, roaring loudly as it flies after the jeep. You blink, the nausea catching up in an instant as you press yourself against his chest, his shirt gripped tightly in your hands.

Slow, deep breaths, you chant to yourself. The moment of weightlessness when he’d suddenly grabbed you was terrifying. It wasn’t the heights or motion that had your stomach churning, but more of the loss of control of your senses in that split moment. 

Either way, the musky bergamot scent on his collar mixed with the weird presence of vanilla icing helps calm your racing heart down. “Are you done sniffing me yet?” Your eyes snap open, shifting into an upright position in an instant as you shove him away. 

Clearing your throat, you focus your gaze on the jeep that’s a few feet ahead. “Can you go any faster?” 

It takes a second for him to respond. “Yeah.” Your clear refusal to turn around and reveal the mortifying shade of red that colours your entire face. You don’t even turn that red when you drink alcohol or exercise. 

“Really though?” 

His sudden question makes you turn, the offended tone in his voice making you momentarily forget about the heavy flush in your cheeks. “You just had to use that song?”

The moment when your phone rang loudly pops back into your mind, grinning widely with all embarrassment long gone at the reminder. “Can you blame me though? It was perfect. I don’t even have to tell who it is when I pick it up.”

“The band made an appreciation song once,” he sighs, shaking his head. “Whatever. What’s got you so worked up about them anyway? I can just let Kai know to take over.” He pauses at your furrowed brows and tightly drawn lips, taking the hint to fall silent and wait for your explanation.

“The one with the mask… They’re the thief I ran into at the museum. The one who stole the scroll and made a hole in the ground.” His eyes widen at your explanation, inhaling sharply through his teeth with a wince. “That’s why we have to catch them. Isn’t that your job, anyway?”

He shoots you a glance, rolling his eyes. “Yes, that is my job. One that I don’t get paid too well for, by the way.” You blink, the corner of your lips turned down into a sceptical frown.

“Don’t you get sponsorships and stuff? Zane told me about how you guys were models for this protein bar.” 

“Don’t even start,” he groans, tilting his head back with an exasperated huff. “I couldn’t go anywhere without seeing the posters.” The dragon swerves to make a hard right, and you almost fall off the saddle if not for his quick reflexes.

“If you wanted to get off, you could’ve just asked,” he states in a sassy manner. You’d love to smack the smug smirk off his face, but at what feels like twenty feet in the air, you're not about to take that risk. Instead, you settle for a grumpy scowl, letting his arm act as your seat belt.

Cole’s dragon swoops lower, bringing you both closer to the ground as the jeep speeds away with the stolen goods. You grip the dragon’s saddle tighter, frustration and determination swirling within you.

“Honestly, it’s like these guys want to get caught,” you mutter under your breath, your eyes locked on the jeep. The thief with the mask is leaning out of the vehicle, seemingly unfazed by the height of the dragon above them.

“They're probably professionals,” Cole replies, his tone light but focused. “But that’s what makes catching them all the more fun.”

“Fun?” you scoff, shooting him a look. “You call this fun?”

He grins, the wind tousling his hair as he manoeuvres the dragon with practised ease. “C’mon, you’ve gotta admit, there’s a thrill to it. Besides, you’re not exactly sitting back and watching.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t deny the adrenaline pumping through your veins. “Fine, maybe a little,” you admit begrudgingly, though your mind is still on the thief.

As the jeep turns sharply down an alley, Cole’s gaze hardens. “C’mon Rocky,” he urges, the dragon barely acknowledging him with a soft growl. His arm tightens around your waist, pulling you closer as it descends. 

Unfortunately, he fails to mention one tiny detail—his plan to dematerialize the dragon upon landing. So, when you both hit the ground and the dragon vanishes, your hands flail, searching desperately for anything to grab onto. Fortunately, his arm is still securely around you.

Well, now it’s more like he’s carrying you by the waist, your legs and arms flailing helplessly in midair. You’re left with an expression of pure, unfiltered defeat as you dangle from his grasp like an oversized sack of potatoes.

“For your information, I’m not enjoying this ninja process.”

He barely acknowledges you with a hum, gently setting you back down onto solid ground. He takes a step back, the earlier warmth of his body heat gone in an instant. You dust yourself off, trying to play off the utter ridiculousness felt from earlier. 

The jeep is heading down the alley toward you both. He readies his stance, eyes narrowed from under his gi (when did he even put on the hood, anyway?). You copy him unsurely, knees bent and arms held up in a defensive stance. “Won’t they run us over?”

He snorts. “They wouldn’t dare. I’m the Earth Ninja! They know better than to do that!”

The jeep doesn’t slow down.

“You might know that,” the loud purring of its engine doesn’t decrease. In fact, it does the exact opposite as it speeds up. “But do they??”

With each millisecond that passes, the confidence in his eyes begins to waver. You take a deep breath, blood rushing through your veins in a roaring symphony. At the very last second, you push him out of the way and crash to the ground, landing squarely on top of him.

As you land on top of him, the thief at the wheel locks eyes with you through the open window. Their smug gaze practically beamed through their mask, even honking a couple times as they stick a gloved hand out the window in a mocking farewell.

Frustration bubbles up inside you, and before you can stop yourself, your fist connects with whatever’s beneath you. Unfortunately, that happens to be Cole’s abdomen. His pained hiss snaps you out of it, and you turn to see his grimace. Deciding not to give him an apology after almost getting the both of you run over, you ignore his outstretched hand in a request for help.

“You said they wouldn’t run us over!!”

He takes a deep breath. “Well,” he starts, looking from you to the jeep, “I was wrong.”

You’ve gotta be kidding me.

He groans as he sits up, the sting of your punch still lingering. “But in my defence, who actually tries to run over a ninja?” He gives you a lopsided grin, though you can sense the irritation bubbling beneath its surface.

You don’t give him a moment to recover. “Them, apparently.” Jittery annoyance fuels your pacing. “Can’t we go after them again? Where’s Rocky?”

“I’d love to, but,” he finally manages to stand. “Someone decided to punch me and leave me winded.”

"Don’t blame me for saving your life," you snap. The adrenaline is still thrumming through your veins, making your hands shake as you shove them into your pockets. "Besides, you’re the one who said they wouldn’t dare."

Cole rolls his eyes, his expression softening when he spots the slightest tremble that you try to hide. "Okay, fair point. But we’ve gotta figure out our next move before they get too far."

You stop pacing, turning to face him. "Right, so where’s Rocky? Or are we gonna jog after them like idiots?"

He glances around the alley, his brow furrowing. "Rocky needs time to recharge after dematerializing, so we’re on foot for now." He catches the look on your face and quickly adds, "But I’ve got an idea. There’s a shortcut through the market district. If we hustle, we might catch up before they get too far."

You let out an exasperated sigh, but you nod, already mentally preparing for the sprint. "Fine, lead the way. But if we end up lost, I’m blaming you."

Cole chuckles, already starting down the alley at a fast jog. "Trust me, you’re gonna love my shortcuts."

As you follow him, the banter between you eases some of the tension. Despite the annoyance simmering beneath the surface, there’s a strange comfort in the rhythm of your bickering. You might not be thrilled about this whole soulmate business, but in moments like this, you can almost see why fate would pair you two together.

Almost.

The roar of the jeep’s engine is familiar to your ears, practically sensing it coming down the last of the twists and turns he’s led you through. “C’mon!” You urge him quickly, sprinting the last few metres to see the jeep turn the corner.

You glare through the windshield at the thief whose eyes widen in pure shock, not having expected you to get there so quickly. Satisfaction makes your heart calm, spotting Cole’s narrowed eyes filled with determination.

He skids to a stop beside you, lifting his arms and slamming them into the ground. The earth rumbles, responding to his will. A crater forms instantly in the jeep’s path. The driver has no time to react, plummeting into it. The jeep flips violently, crashing into the far side. 

A plume of smoke is sent up from the impact, and you begin to approach it before flinching when it explodes right in front of your eyes. Instinctively shielding yourself from the debris, you turn to look at Cole in disbelief.

“That wasn’t me!” He denies vehemently, holding his hands up innocently and shaking his head as the jeep behind you is engulfed in flames. The smell of burnt rubber and gasoline fills the air, onlookers whispering to each other and taking out phones to record the scene.

You take a tentative step forward, sharing a glance with him as you approach the wreckage. You squint through the haze, expecting to see the robbers either unconscious or scrambling to escape.

The embers die down, someone having grabbed a fire extinguisher and extinguished the flames until all that’s left is smoke. But when it clears, you find the jeep completely empty, save for the stolen jewellery scattered in the backseat. The robbers have vanished, leaving behind only the glittering spoils of their heist.

“They’re gone,” you mutter, half in disbelief. Cole steps closer, examining the wreckage with a frown.

“Must’ve bailed right before the crash somehow,” he says, his tone laced with frustration. He turns to you, the remnants of the battle still lingering in his tense posture. “At least we got the jewellery back.”

You nod, though your eyes linger on the destroyed jeep, wondering just how close you were to catching them. The tension in the air slowly dissipates as the reality of the situation sinks in, but the mystery of the robbers’ disappearance only adds to the unease.

The aftermath of it all is pretty straightforward. The jewellery is returned to the store owner, though Cole gives you a stern glare when he catches you discreetly trying to negotiate for a reward. Frowning in defeat, you give up when he threatens to tell Master Wu.

“You’re still a snitch, y’know.” He takes a sip from the bubble tea in his hands. Your bubble tea, in fact. The ice had already melted a long time ago so the drink was already horribly diluted, but he still insisted on finishing it instead of throwing it away.

“Even if I am,” he exhales slowly, his slow strides matching your lazy walking pace. “At least we kind of got a look at them. Maybe Zane can draw a composite sketch. I’ll let Jay know to update the police stations, and for Kai to keep a lookout during his patrol.”

“Teamwork really does make the dream work.” 

“Yeah, I guess we do make a good team.” Your playful grin falters at his response, looking away from him to the buildings opposite. The words held no ulterior hidden meaning, yet the thrumming of your heartbeat distracts you from properly focusing on the conversation.

A moment of hesitation is all he needs to grab your wrist, steps slowing to a halt. Your eyes flit from his hand to his concerned eyes, barely able to breathe. He watches you carefully, lips parting and closing as he tries to organise his thoughts. Finally, he formulates a proper sentence, uttering the exact one you’ve been dreading to hear.

“I think we need to talk. About us.”

Shit.

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[hencvl]

The Devil's Obsession. | Chapter 1

⊱ where the devil in disguise, August Walker trapped a little human in his grasp and claimed her as his ultimate prize.

⚠ | possessive behavior, kidnapping, manipulation, smut, virgin reader, breeding kink, rough play, (a bit of facial hair rubbing?) dom!August- he's a devil after all.

Also be aware that this story was written by an amateur who's still learning how to write a proper story (and also slow update). I sincerely apologize for any mistake that i made, no matter if it's the grammar or the spellings, english is not my first language.

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It was all dark and malicious, just the way he was built. the first time i saw him, i thought he was an angel.. perhaps he is, but the one who was stripped from grace just like how Lucifer was.

A fallen Angel.

It was all Mike's idea that i was trapped here!

❏ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦-,

“spooky sleepover, woooo..” Mike said joking, wearing the Ghostface mask as he chuckled. Maya just rolled her eyes at his childish behaviour.

“come on, Mike. we all know that ghosts don't exist.” Maya said.

“then what did you become after you died?” i raised a brow at her. “If ghosts are not what we become after we die, do we turn into gnomes that clean the gardens?”

"I bet Maya turn into a flying pony that farts sparkles.” Mike quipped, looking at both girls with his goofy grin. “anyway, i have some games to play to summon ghosts since Maya didn't believe that they existed. It would probably change her mind a bit.”

“Mike, what kind of board games do you pick from the trash can this time?”

The man shrugged, as he opened the board game that had a black circle in the middle, with a few tokens for the players. The instructions said, if you lose the game or break the rules, the devil himself will come and drag you to his place in hell.

“sounds interesting. who wants to be dragged to the hell by the devil? wooo-” Mike's impersonation of ghosts was cut off by Maya slapping him across his face.

“shut up, Mike. throw the dice already.” Maya huffs in annoyance.

we played the games for a few minutes, Mike was the one to reach the finish first, followed by Maya in the second place. i looked at them after realising that I lost the game completely.

“what now? the devil will come and kidnap me?" i chuckled playfully, as Mike couldn't help but laugh his asses off. for us, it was a bit.. ridiculous that the devil will kidnap one of us just because we lose the game.

“oh, bloody hell! would the devil come and kidnap me to his dimensions? holding me as his prisoner, and even breed me?” i said dramatically, while Mike and Maya couldn't hold their laughter back. Mike started to roll on the ground while holding his stomach from laughing too much.

“𝗔𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗮 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮.” said the deep, husky voice behind us.

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For a moment i thought i was possessed, but I'm not. i keep.. hearing things inside my head. the man who keeps telling me to rearrange my guts and don't freak out is the one who dragged me into this dimension of hell. All i saw was his eyes.

The perfect combination of blue, like the cold ice of Antarctica. His eyes are bright but hollow at the same time, as if captivating his prey and charmed them into his wicked desires.

“you can open your eyes now.” whisper the voice again.

does that mean I'm sleeping all of this time? or did he put some kind of black magic on me when he kidnapped me? so many questions in my head that were unanswered.

Once i came to the view, i saw him.

“what the..” i muttered, unable to move a muscle. was this some kind of magic that he used against me as well?

“now that you willingly summoned me and even gave yourself for me to breed,” the man said, before he sprang on his feet and looked down at me. “it will happen soon, don't you worry.”

then i realized, i was under his magic. i couldn't move a muscle as much as i tried, it was all futile attempts. i was laying on his bed on my back, wrists above my head and my legs spread.

as much as i hate to admit, i was naked before his eyes.

he was there, hands in his pockets as he looked down at me with his bored eyes. he stared at me for a good moment before one of his hands reached out to touch my clit.

i hissed when his finger circled it gently, the swollen nub peeked shyly from the folds, inviting his touches more.

he grinned. “regret your decision, pet? it's too late, for the pact has been made.”

He grinned wickedly, i swear i could see him licking his lips hungrily while his eyes hold a somewhat lustful look. i could feel his calloused fingertips on my bare skin, his breath tickling me to the nerves.

the bed creaked as he sat himself between my legs, spreading them open for him. he placed one of my legs on his shoulder, taking a closer look on my cunt.

“my, my..look at that shy flower.” he chuckled, before he pinched my clit harshly that got me gasping and arched my back.

“who..ah! who are you?” i asked in between my breaths, looking at him confusedly. the man only smiled in return before landing a harsh slap on my cunt that has begun to drip.

“A leader of devils, the owner of this dimension, a blasphemy to mankind..but for you, simply a lover.” he answered, placing small kisses on my inner thigh that was on his shoulder.

“..a what..?”

he shushed me once more, dipping his head down to my heated cunt and placed a long kiss on my swollen clit. i gasped, bucking my hips slightly to this stranger. he looked passionate while doing so..

“may i have some of your sweet nectar, my love?”

i was about to ask him what he meant by that, but it was immediately cut off by my sudden, loud moan that filled the room while i felt him thrusting his tongue, lapping my essence. what is this.. feeling..?

“ah!”

i heard him groaned in pleasure, as he continued to lap everything that he could taste while his thumb toys with my clit, pinching and circling it harshly.

his mustache brushed against my folds, making my eyes roll back in pleasure at the feeling of his rough facial hair. i couldn't move at all, even just to wiggle a bit. i couldn't help but moan and whined in pleasure while he eats me like a starved man.

he looked up at me with a grin, his hot breath fanned over my mound.

“you need a name to scream, my love?” he teased, his voice changing to a sultry manner. “It's August. you may scream my name now.”

“wait-”

before i could even finish he continued his doings before, making me scream out his name. August.. that's the name of this man. his tongue lapping up the elixir from between my legs roughly, his calloused hands keeping my thighs spread open for him.

he nursed on my clit, locking his lips around the engorged nub while his ringer and middle finger pushed past my entrance, massaging the spot that made me see stars. all i did was just moaning intensely beneath him, completely under his mercy.

“ah! August-,” i screamed out in pleasure, as the coil in my belly tightened. August let out a muffled moan as he drank my release.

after a moment he pulled back with a huff, licking his lips as he looked at me with his cold gaze. his hands were still gripping on the meat of my thighs, spreading it open for him still.

“you tasted divine, my dear..it makes me want to bury my cock into you and plant my seed there.. watching it grow and blossoming inside you.” he whispered, his hand moved to caress my belly.

“but not just yet, my dear. we will wait for the Red Moon tomorrow. it will ensure a healthy heir..and perhaps a son that is powerful as me.” he smirked, rubbing his clothed erection against my wet cunt, whimpering slightly at the thought of him penetrating me.

“tomorrow you'll be mine, my dear.”

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Rounds. [ mature 18+ ] pt. 2

pairing: timeskip! iwaizumi hajime x fem.reader

content: you and Hajime came back from his parents dinner, and Hajime's been waiting all night for sexual desires that was promised before you both left. It kept on going round after round.

genre: athletic trainer au

warnings !! 18+ // explicit smut, making out, grinding, slight fingering, hickeys, softcore->hardcore, pussy eating, moaning, orgasm

word count: 1.6k

three part series!!

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"Keep going~ I can go on longer..." You plead

"More, love? You want more of me?" He raises his head that was nuzzling against your neck. "Well I’ve got more for you~" His lips whisper into your ear, mouth nibbling your earlobe seductively. His voice is low and hoarse.

"Love me... Take me..." You begged.

He presses his body closer against yours and caresses your back as his tongue dances seductively against yours.

"Then let's keep going." His voice is rough and his touch becomes stronger as he presses his body against yours more firmly. His fingers caress you more intensely and he whispers your name once more.

Your whimpers made him chuckle softly as he gently holds your face with one hand and kisses you passionately. His other hand moves slowly along your body and continue to explore you. He slides his hand down your body, his fingers exploring you gently and lovingly. Playing with your clit as he moves in and out your area faster than usual at the same time.

"Love me," He whispers against your body, his voice still being soft but the desperate note is still there. His touch gets more and more intense and it's like it's his first time and he can't control himself. He's ready for more.

"I'm always ready for more, love." His voice sounds desperate and hungry, and his hand moves away from massaging your clit moving to grip your hips keeping them in place as he kisses your lips seductively never forgetting to keep them occupied. he whimpers softly as he starts to get more intense.

"You want more, I bet." He whispers to you softly.

His voice begins to sound hoarse as he kisses you passionately. His breath is warm and humid against your skin and his hands slide across your body, gently teasing the surface of your skin with his fingertips, his fingers brushing up against you seductively.

"I could give this to you forever." His voice is hoarse and he whispers to you softly. His voice sounds desperate and lustful as his kisses become more intense.

"You want it too, I bet. Don't you?" His voice sounds raspy and rough as his mouth slides down your chest. He pulls out rubbing his bud right on your entrance. smearing your juices around still keeping the friction.

"Don't tease me." you said with a low stern voice as you look into his olive green eyes.

Hajime chuckles softly. His voice sounds hoarse and rasp as he breathes deeply against your neck tickling your skin.

"You like when I tease you, don't you? I just love to see how much I make you beg for me." His hands slide across your body stopping them on your chest, now fondling with your boobs, slightly flicking your nubs. His mouth moving slowly, leaving trails of wet kisses from your waistline, stomach, to your now harden nubs. taken them in and releasing them with a sound of a pop.

"Ha-Hajime please~" Your breath hitches as you try to move around, but Hajime's thick thighs keeps you in place.

He grins "Love, your begging is so attractive and I can't help but give in to you. You deserve it." His hands slide down your body slowly, teasing and making sure not to be too direct. His voice is raspy and rough as he whispers to you.

"I want you~" you plead.

His voice sounds more husky and desperate, inserting his wood, beginning to move slowly against you, and his body pressing up against yours more firmly.

"Oh yes, my love. I want you more than anything. want to lose myself in you." He praises, rocking more intensely, and leaning down to your lips kissing you hungrily whispering sweet things into your ear.

"G-give-mme-a- t-taste~" you try to say in between kisses.

Hajime pulls away from your lips, "Are you sure?" His eyes widen, squeezing your sides for reassurance. You then nod giving approval.

He then pulls out and moves down your body slowly, head in between your legs making sure to leave little pecks in the sides of your thighs, telling you to open up. He looks up into your eyes signaling that he's going for it, you then nod an okay. Hajime licks his lips, going in and taking a swipe with his tongue, his mouth exploring using different techniques. It started with a swipe, to a flick, and a little slurp.

"Ah-ah... MHM~" You moan with shaky legs, one gripping into the bed sheets and the other running through Hajime's locks.

He pulls away your heated area. "Are you feeling good? Do you like it? he ask for validation as his cresses' the sides of your thighs

"Of course I like it", you smiley breathed out

Hajime smiles and leans in to kiss you passionately giving you a taste of your own. "Then I'm glad~" he says. "I'm turning up the pace, okay?"

He inserts again roughly, building friction quickly. "Like this, love. This is for you." His lips kiss your body gently and passionately, and his breath is hot against your skin. His fingers caress your body more firmly as he begins to massage your thighs and your hips.

"My love, I need you." His breathing is heavy and you can feel his body pressing up against yours.

"I need to feel your body, my love." He leans in close as his lips and his mouth explore you and his breath is hot and humid and it tickles you seductively as his fingers rub firmly down your thighs.

"AHH-ah" moaning is let out from you "yes~yes~yes!"

His fingers grip your legs hard and pull you in towards him thrusting and speeding up the pace.

"I-I'm close!" You moaned out.

Hajime's voice sounds like a desperate plea, and you can feel it as your body moves towards each other. His fingers and hands caress up and down your skin as you hold each other closely. His lips explore you, moving up your body seductively, his lips moving along your neck and his fingers gently grabbing your hips and squeezing them in that way that feels good to you. His breath is hot against your skin and he moans when you hold each other closely

"Ahhh~F-ff-uu-cck~" You whimper has he thrusts back and forth. "Fuck Ha-HAijme~"

Hajime sounds like he's having trouble breathing as he moves his lips slowly down your neck and his arms wrap around your waist to hold you close and you can feel his body against yours. He bites his lip softly and his voice sounds hoarse and raspy as you hear his breaths and he continues to kiss you passionately, moving more slowly and his touch becomes more gentle as if he doesn't want the moment to end.

"Ohh God! I-I'm gonna come!" you scream.

"Let it out~" Hajime’s voice sounds hoarse and raspy with passion and he kisses you deeply and seductively. His fingers grip your thighs firmly and he moves in for another kiss, his voice sounding more and more desperate. He pulls you in even further, his breath is hot and moist taking in your moan that was out as you came. You can feel his body against yours and you can feel his passion and you can feel it building.

"Mhm go for it Hajime~"

Hajime’s voice sounds like he is breathing heavily as his hands grip your legs and his fingers grip you firmly. His lips kiss you passionately and his mouth moves up your body slowly and in a way that feels good to you. His voice sounds lustful and he moves slowly, his fingers grazing your skin and the air is warm, warm with your breath and his and he continues to move across your skin. His lips move up slowly and he moans seductively, his fingers still gripping your legs tightly and he seems about ready to lose control, but lost his pace after your orgasm.

"Tha-that was good." Your body relaxes and caught up with your breathing as you prop up your arm to face him. "You okay, love?" You say with concern.

"Uh ye-yeah. The feeling is still there... I'm ready for another round if you are." Hajime says starting to lean towards you again.

"Okaaay, slow down love. That was plenty of rounds for today. I love you, but I need to recover." Putting your hands on his chest preventing him from leaning in again.

"Of course, I’m sorry." Hajime’s voice sounds hoarse and raspy and his breaths are still heavy.

"I just want you so bad, love. I’m happy we could share that. I’m sure it was special for both of us." He whispers seductively and continues to kiss your neck softly. His breaths are still heavy and he seems like he wants more, but he’s trying to hold back.

You pulls away slightly holding the back of his head and playing with his hair. "Its special every time, thank you. I appreciate you so much." giving him a reassuring, gentle kiss.

"I appreciate and love you too". His voice sounds husky and his breaths are still shallow and uneven, as if he’s having trouble keeping control of his lust for you. He’s trying not to give in and kiss you again but he can’t seem to keep his mind off it.

"Something on your mind? Did you finish?" You questioned.

Hajime pauses and laughs softly. His voice sounds hoarse and raspy and his breathes are still shallow and uneven.

"I don't think I'm quite done. But what about you?"

"I am, but if you’re not… then let me help you finish." You say, flipping him over now placing yourself on top.

Hajime’s voice sounds almost desperate "Please do, love. I’m not quite there yet"… he desperately begs.

"You take control~ Tell me what you want~"

[ibetonlosinghuskies]

patience and pleasure pt 6

summary: as paige packs to move to uconn, she starts to doubt herself. grasping for a sense of security, she goes to the one person she knows can make her feel better. azzi.

disclaimer: as always everything i write is fictional!

warnings: fluff, angst, emotional distress, mild anxiety mention.

word count: 4.6k +

author's note: ik this probably isn't what you were expecting lol, very sorry. i will be giving yall what you want very soon.

~flashback to july 2020~

paige's pov:

i can't believe i'm doing this.

playing at uconn has been my dream since i was a kid, but now that it's finally happening i feel paralyzed. packing my stuff made things feel final.

i'm really leaving minnesota. everything i know is here.

who's going to build legos with drew? who's going to make my parents coffee in the morning?

my hands shake as i fold another shirt, memories flooding my mind. friday night games, late-night drives with the team, sunday morning cartoons with drew.

what if i'm not ready? what if i can't handle the pressure?

i'd been doing a good job keeping all this to myself. putting on my best smile for every interview, every photoshoot. i had a good enough support system too, my family, friends, fans. but behind every "congratulation", i felt their expectation. a standard of perfection only a prodigy could fulfill.

what if i let everyone down?

i can't let them see me crack.

it's not like i'm not grateful for the opportunity. this is all i've worked towards for years. it just hurts to leave everything behind, especially for a future i had no control over. i felt safe here, in this moment, i'm full of potential.

the weight of my potential weighs heavily on my shoulders, keeping me up at night.

i sink to the floor, surrounded by half-packed boxes. part of me wants to unpack it all, to pretend that time isn't moving forward.

my eyes snap up when i hear a knock at my bedroom door.

"hey kiddo," my dad says warmly, leaning against the door frame.

"hey," i reply weakly, putting on a smile. i feel his eyes scan my face, his expression warming with sympathy.

he knows my smile is fake.

"already packing? you don't leave for another week, it shouldn't take you that l—" he stops mid-sentence looking at my closet. "but with that shoe collection maybe you should've started a month ago," he teases, trying to make me smile.

"i just want to be ready," i say, sounding more insecure than i expected.

"it's okay to be scared, you know?" he starts, his voice gentle. "i know this is a big change."

"i just don't wanna disappoint anyone," i stand, continuing to pack my stuff, eyes glued to the floor.

"you could never disappoint us," he assures me. "we're all so proud of you, no matter what."

a mix of gratitude and homesickness rushes over me. i crumble over his words, a few tears escaping my eyes. walking slowly, he grabs me in his arms. we stand there for a moment, the heaviness of change lingering in the air.

"you know," he says suddenly, "i think azzi's still in town at her grandparents. why don't you give her a call?"

he's right, i usually visit her around this time of year. the thought of azzi brings a small smile to my face. memories of our summers spent together fill my mind—trips to the fair, month long sleepovers, sleeping in her clothes.

"not everything has to change, paige," his voice knowing, eyes gauging my reaction.

if anyone could understand what i'm going through, i'd be her.

"yeah, i'll give her a call," i nod, trying to shake my heartache.

"good," he says, walking to my door. "don't forget to leave some of your shoes behind. we don't need the whole state of minnesota wondering why there's a shortage."

i roll my eyes, laughing. "i'll think about it."

he gives me one last warm smile before closing my door. i take a deep breath, reaching for my phone.

azzi's pov:

i'm sprawled across my bed, scrolling through my phone when it starts buzzing. paige's name lights up the screen, and i can't help but smile.

"hey p," i answer, my smile showing in my voice.

"hey az," she replies, and immediately i know something's off. her voice is quieter than usual, lacking its usual charm.

"you okay?" i ask, sitting up straighter.

there's a pause, i can almost feel her forcing a smile through the phone. "yeah, i'm good. just...packing."

packing. right. she's leaving soon.

i'm hit with a wave of anticipatory grief. i've been trying to avoid thinking about what it's gonna be like when she leaves. we'd fallen into such an easy routine. she's spent countless summers at my grandparent's house, becoming part of my family.

"how's that going?" i ask, trying to sound hopeful.

"it's...going," she laughs gently. "it's just a lot, you know?"

i do know. the spotlight she's received these past couple years has been intense, but paige made everything she did look effortless. her confidence carried off the court, giving her a new charisma.

she was so easy to love.

"yeah...it's a big change," my voice matching her quiet tone.

there's another pause, the soft hum of the phone. i listen for her breath, a sigh, some background noice. but nothing. i feel her worry through the phone.

"can i come over—"

"you should come ov—"

we say at the same time. "i'll pick you up tomorrow morning," i smile at the thought of finally getting to see her.

i hear her take a steadying breath, "okay," her voice sounding a bit lighter.

my mind starts to wander. what if i don't see her again for years after this? all this time, and i never thought i'd have to confront my feelings for her.

"hey, i'll call you later, okay?" i'm sad to end our call, but i didn't have time to waste.

"uh yeah," she says, sounding a bit disappointed. "talk to you later."

i hang up the phone, my mind racing, filled with all of her favorite things. that minnesota lynx jersey she loves, her favorite snacks, the lego sets she builds with drew.

i can't let her leave without knowing how much of me she's taking with her.

i start in my closet, sifting through my clothes. my fingers brush against the fabric of my favorite hoodie—the one paige always steals when she's here.

i pull the hoodie closer to my chest, hoping that, for a moment, i could capture the warmth of her hug. a mixture of my perfume and her shampoo. i swear no matter how many times i wash the damn thing, it always carries a piece of her. like the intricate stitching holding the fabric, our bond sewn into the core of who we are.

i run my fingers along the seams—strong, resilient, trustworthy. i guess some things are too deep to be washed away. maybe it'll remind her that no matter how far she goes, a part of us will always be intertwined.

she should have this. it's practically hers anyway.

next, i move to my bookshelf, scanning the titles. my eyes land on one of my favorite john green books, looking for alaska. every once in a while she'd ask me to read it to her so she could fall asleep. paige always claimed my books were boring, but sometimes i'd catch her leaning in, eyes wide and attentive, consumed in the story. maybe she'd finally get around to reading it herself.

lastly, i grab some scissors off my desk and head for my front porch. the old basketball hoop stands sentinel, a silent witness to countless hours of our shared passion. i run my fingers along the worn metal, remembering all the times we'd scrimmage until the streetlights flickered on. our laughter and trash talk echoing through the quiet neighborhood.

i tilt the hoop towards me cutting off a piece of the net. the frayed edges feel like memories slipping through my fingers.

she was my champion first.

before the world knew 'paige bueckers', i knew paige. the slight competitive spark she'd get in her eyes before every shot. her confident sway as she played, turning my front porch into an arena.

everyone is finally gonna see in her what i've known for years.

back in my room, i surveyed my collection. each item, a different memory. i reach under my bed, adding the final touch to my gift—an old lego set paige and i bought together a long time ago. i put off building it with her, claiming we should save it for a special night.

there is nothing more special than tomorrow night.

i want everything to be perfect. i find myself frantically cleaning the house at 2 am, as if paige hasn't visited countless times. i organize my bookshelf, fold clothes, anything to keep my hands busy and my mind from wandering to her.

my exhaustion finally takes over and i lay sprawled across my bed. i try to sleep but she's all i dream about.

except these aren't the usual dreams.

a sequence of different visions flash through my mind, in each of them i'm losing her. we're on a basketball court, but something's off. paige is wearing a uconn jersey, looking different in a way i can't quite place. older, more independent. i'm still in my high school uniform. we're on opposite sides of the court, the air between us heavy. i call out to her but no sound comes out.

i want to tell her something. but my throat tightens, restricting like it's trying to hold her too.

i wake up before the sun, in a cold sweat. it felt so real, almost predestined. a heavy ache in my chest lingers, still unable to articulate what i need to tell her. the thought of my nightmares becoming real ignites a motivation in me to figure it out. fast.

i close my eyes again, hoping for dreamless sleep this time.

tomorrow, i'll find the words. i'll make sure i do.

paige's pov:

the sun peaks through my blinds, waking me up earlier than usual. awaking to the sight of half-packed boxes leaves me disoriented. but my heart flutters when i check my phone to find seven unread text from azzi.

i'm gonna miss stuff like this the most.

glancing at the time, i start to pack a bag to stay the night. she technically didn't say i was sleeping over, but i know us well enough to know that i will.

i start throwing things into my bag—my favorite hoodie, some shorts, and a pillow. then i pause, remembering the last time we hung out at her grandparents' place.

everything i needed was already there.

i empty half the bag, smiling to myself. the hoodie she'd always let me wear, my toothbrush, that book azzi's always bugging me to read, even my favorite pillow. they're all still at her place.

i'm reaching for my phone to tell her i'm ready when i hear my doorbell. smoothing out my hair, i nearly trip down the stairs running to answer the door.

i take a quick breath. even after all this time, i still want to look good for her. the moment i open the front door i'm met with azzi's smile, carrying two coffees in her hands.

everything i need is right here.

"i'm surprised you're not still in your pajamas," she smiles, handing me a coffee.

"what? no, of course not. i've been up for hours," i lie, letting her roll her eyes at my comment.

"mhm," she turns walking to her car.

i glance at her while she walks, her attitude showing in her posture. within just a few seconds, i already feel lighter.

the drive there is both long and short. as we pull up to her grandparents' house, i feel a wave of nostalgia. how many summers have i spent here? how much of me will i be leaving behind?

azzi's grandma is already at the door as we get out of the car. "paigey!," she calls out, her voice warm and welcoming. "how's our little superstar?"

"hi grandma fudd," i mumble, as she pulls me into a hug. i feel like a kid again in her arms.

"look at you," she says, holding me at arm's length. "more beautiful every time i see you."

i blush bashfully at her compliments. "hey, what about me?" azzi pouts from behind us.

"oh hush, you too," she pulls azzi into a deep hug. "i'm glad you finally came, paige. i was worried you weren't gonna make it this year. azzi here hasn't stopped talking about you since your last visit."

i shoot azzi a look, raising my eyebrows at her. she blushes, looking away.

once inside, memories pass me by like a warm summer breeze. the creaky third step on the stairs, the faded marks on the doorframe where azzi and i measured our heights every summer. old family photos lining the hallway, many of which include me.

azzi leads me up to her room, her hand gently tugging at mine excitedly. i let her lead like it was my first time in this house.

as we enter her room, i can't help but notice how clean it looks. her bookshelf organized by size and color, desk clear and neat. i almost miss the messiness of it all, the way her personality leaked all over her bedroom walls.

had she cleaned everything for me?

i scan her bedroom walls, all of which are covered in photos of us. photos from practice, summer trips to the lake, championship games.

her bedroom a museum of us, a bold testament to our bond.

"you kept all of these?" i asked softly, touching the corner of a photo from years ago.

azzi shrugs, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. "of course," she clears her throat nervously. "only because i look so good in them," she laughs failing to hide her affection.

i turn to her, ready to tease her about being sentimental, but the words die on my lips. she's holding something behind her, smiling with her eyes.

she takes a deep breath, bringing her hands forward slowly. in them is a carefully wrapped package, similar to the half-packed boxes littering my floor at home.

"i, uh, got you this. well, more like...put together." she hands me the box.

my fingertips brush against hers, heart racing as i look up into her eyes. "az, you didn't have to—"

"just open it, p," she interrupts, her voice soft and eager.

i unwrap the box, finally catching sight of its contents. it feels like all of the air has been sucked out of the room, it's all too much for me. her favorite hoodie, a worn copy of looking for alaska, a piece of frayed net from the hoop on her porch. and...is that the lego set we bought a long time ago?

all pieces of us, delicately put together in a small brown box.

"az..." i whisper, blinking away tears.

"i wanted you to have a piece of home to take with you," she explains, her eyes seeking my reaction. "so you didn't forget me—us."

i look up at her, my vision blurring the edges around her face. a warmth in my heart builds, surrounded by fragments of us. the finality of it all finally hit me.

how can we pack all of us into a box? years spent together, inseparable for the longest time, just to be neatly packaged in a cardboard box.

there's still so much i want to take with me. how do you package the sound of azzi's laugh? the feeling of her hand in mine? how do i fold up the comfort of her presence and tuck it neatly into a suitcase?

our friendship is a living, breathing thing. packing it away feels inhumane. she will never be a cardboard box i push into the back of my closet, the back of my mind. azzi's warmth pulses underneath my skin. she's the movement that pushes the blood through my body.

i realize something now. home isn't minnesota. it isn't my house or even this one.

home is azzi. and i'm about to leave it behind.

the weight of this box, however light in pounds, pulls me to the floor. my knees buckling underneath me, unable to form a coherent sentence. i'm drowning in a sea of emotions, waves of nostalgia and fear crashing over me. i cry, clinging to the box, like a life vest. my breath comes in short gasps, like i'm barely keeping my head above water.

i hear her call my name, but i can't respond. her voice feels far, muffled by my own emotion. i want to reach out, to tell her i'm okay, but my body won't cooperate.

azzi's hoodie wraps around me like a buoy, keeping me from sinking into the depths of my fears. the book, a raft of memories. the piece of net becomes a rope, pulling me to the shore of home—to her.

i can feel her worry radiate off her in waves, matching the momentum of my fear.

azzi's my anchor, solid and hopeful, grounding me in this storm. her hands cup my face, holding me like water, wiping away the flood.

her touch is gentle, safe. i lean into it instinctively, she always knows how to bring me back to myself.

looking up, i meet azzi's gaze. her eyes are a mirror of my own—a mix of worry, empathy, and something deeper. something that's been left unspoken between the two of us for a long time.

i feel her eyes search my face, a warmth that cuts through the chill of my tears.

azzi's looking at me like i'm her anchor too like she's just as terrified of drifting apart.

"paige, look at me," she says softly, also crying, wiping away my tears before her own.

i force myself to focus on her face. the wetness of her eyelashes, the trembling of her breath, her flushed cheeks—anything to slow my thoughts.

she sits on her knees, catching my tears in her palms. "you're not losing me, okay?" her voice reassuring, but also breaking between her tears.

"okay," i mumble sniffling. before i can thank her or apologize, she pulls my forehead to her lips. they tremble softly against my skin, her sadness showing but insistent on soothing me first.

azzi pulls my head into her chest, stroking my hair gently. i wrap my arms around her waist firmly, thinking that maybe if i hold her tightly enough, i can keep her here—in this moment, forever.

my tears begin to settle as i focus on her heartbeat, trying to memorize it. each beat a resilient promise, a faint whisper of trust, something to hold on to.

we stay there for a moment before azzi pulls back, staring at me with such a tenderness it almost sets me off again.

my eyes fall on the lego set peeking out of the box, and i can't let but let out a shaky laugh. "you're finally letting me build this," i smile, "it only took me almost moving away, huh?"

azzi's face breaks into a small grin, relief showing in her eyes. "like i'd trust you to build it on your own. someone's gotta make sure you read the instructions."

"hey!" i gasp in mock offense. "instructions are for people who don't know what they're doing, i'm a professional lego architect."

"oh we'll see about that," she jabs, opening the box.

azzi's pov:

as we build the lego set together, i can't help but steal glances at paige. i read the instructions to her but she's definitely not listening. already working at the pieces, her focus is unbreakable. her tongue pokes out slightly as she concentrates. it's so quintessentially her, it makes my heart ache.

the day passes by in a blur of laughter and shared memories. it isn't until i notice how dark my room has gotten that i realize we've spent hours on my bedroom floor.

"see, i don't need instructions," paige says, proudly showing off the part she's assembled.

"yeah, whatever," i laugh, admiring her confidence.

we're interrupted by a soft knock at my door, the scent of fresh-baked cookies wafts from behind the door. i open the door to my grandma, always the perfect host, holding a plate of chocolate chip cookies.

she smiles warmly, "i thought you two might want a cookie break."

paige lunges up from the floor almost pushing me over, reaching for the plate. "you're gonna have to send some of these to connecticut," she says, between mouthfuls.

she laughs at her comment, "i wanted to give you this also," in her other hand she hands me an old film camera. "maybe you can capture something special," she smiles before closing the door.

"your grandma makes the best cookies," paige's voice muffled under the sound of her chewing.

before she can react, i snap a photo of her. the camera clicking in a way that makes me giggle.

"hey, i wasn't ready!" she snatches the camera out of my hands. "you're always the model anyways," she says, snapping a photo of me.

i give her a fake smile, still reaching for the camera. "happy now? give it back," i laugh, chasing her around my room.

"not until you give me a real smile," she holds the camera above her head.

"that's not gonna work, we're the same height, stupid," i reach for the camera nearly knocking it out of her hands.

"one picture, with a smile," she takes the camera up to her eye to look through the viewfinder.

i give her another impatient smile. she kneels down dramatically, shifting back and forth while snapping photos.

"okay, my turn," i reach for the camera again.

"these aren't real smiles," she pokes my side, making me giggle. "see there it is, hold still."

i drop my smile and pout dramatically. paige moves the camera away from her face and lunges towards me, jabbing at my sides. "stop, paige," i giggle, swatting at her hands.

she dodges me, her fingers continue relentlessly. i push her onto my bed, using my body weight to keep her still. we fight for a moment squirming around my mattress before i pin both of her wrists down. satisfied, i grin down at her. our laughter comes to a soft stop and we're both breathless.

"see, was that so hard?" paige tilts her head to the side, still out of breath. she attempts to reach her hands up again but i tighten my grip.

"oh, whatever," i roll my eyes, leaning closer to her, my hair draping over her face.

"can i tell you something?" she starts, her voice sounding a bit more serious.

"hm?" i respond, still satisfied i could hold her still.

paige hesitates for a moment, her eyes searching mine. "i've never actually had my first kiss," her cheeks flushing a light pink. "i thought i would've by now, before college, you know?"

i loosen my grip on her wrist, "oh, i had no idea. i figured plenty of guys would be lining up to kiss the paige bueckers," i tease.

"i guess," she looks away bashfully, "i just want it to be with someone special. someone i care about," her voice lowering to a whisper.

there's a silence that hangs between us. i feel my heart pounding in my chest. "like who?" i ask quietly.

i need to hear her say it.

her eyes flicker to my lips briefly before meeting my eyes again. "like...you," she says nervously, almost asking it like a question.

was she saying what i think she was?

"really?" i lean closer to her, my eyes wide and hopeful.

she lets out a nervous breath, her eyes intently locked on my lips. "yeah," she whispers, blinking quickly.

before i can overthink it, she leans in, closing the gap between us. her lips meet mine softly, and my hands reach for her face. i feel a nervous tremble in her lips, soft and warm. the pure flavor of her lips, tasting like vanilla and chocolate. her hands move to my waist, her thumb swaying slightly. we move slowly, gently, not wanting to rush this moment.

our kiss is tender like a warm summer night. her lips move sweetly and determined like she's thought of this before. her hands stroking softly saying "i've wanted this. wanted you."

when she pulls back i feel a new kind of emptiness. how am i going to live with the absence of her touch? she's opened a crack in my heart, long enough for the light to come in.

kissing paige was like sunlight embodied.

we stare at each other for a moment. caught in this new in-between.

what do you say after you kiss your best friend? how do you tell her it was your first kiss too?

"i'm glad it was you," she smiles, sitting up.

"yeah, me too," i murmur, my voice full of emotion. i lean to the side, still dazed from her touch.

"it's getting late, we should probably—" she starts.

"yeah...um," i respond uneasily, standing up to walk over to my closet. i grab one of my old t-shirts and a pair of shorts. "you can wear these to sleep in."

paige takes the clothes from me, her fingers brushing against mine. when we touch this time, it feels different, heavier. she heads to the bathroom to change, and i let out a breath i didn't know i was holding in.

even being just a room over, it feels like she's slipping through my fingers. i'm reminded of my nightmares from last night, paralyzed by the thought of losing her.

i need to tell her.

i grab a piece of paper and pen off my desk, my hands quivering slightly as i start to write.

the first part of the letter flows easily. but as i continue, i feel a shift. the truth hanging in the space between my pen and the paper.

she deserves the truth. and i owe it to myself, to finally tell her.

my heart races, searching for the right words as i continue...

i reread the letter, feeling vulnerable under my own words.

what if this ruins everything? what if she doesn't feel the same way?

i glance at my bedroom door, knowing paige could return at any moment. the panic sets in and i make a split-second decision. my hands shake as i tear the paper in half.

the first part, full of friendship and encouragement. it's a bit more sentimental than usual but not enough to make her suspect anything. i fold it neatly, placing it atop the other objects in the box. it's safe, expected.

the second part, my true feelings for her. i can't bring myself to throw it away, but i'm not ready for her to read it either. i tuck the small slip into the final pages of the last chapter of the book i'm giving her.

maybe one day i'll find the courage to tell her. maybe someday she'll finish the book and know how i really feel. but for now, this feels safe.

i don't know if i'm hoping she finds it or not.

as i hear the bathroom door open, i quickly close the book, sealing my fate. my heart pounds with the weight of my unspoken words.

my thoughts cease when i see her in my clothes. she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, looking unabashedly herself. for a moment, i see our future. imagining our closets becoming one, holding her as she falls asleep, an endless sleepover.

how am i supposed to let her go?

she catches me staring and smiles softly, a knowing glint in her eyes that makes my heart ache. without speaking, we settle into our usual routine. i let her sleep on my favorite side of the bed, she shifts around, trying to get comfortable. eventually, she turns on her side, her back facing me.

right before i drift off to sleep, i hear her call out to me. "azzi," she whispers softly into the dark.

"hm?" i answer, struggling to keep my eyes open.

"can you hold me?"

her voice gentle and vulnerable, as if i could hold every piece of her together. "of course," i wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her in closer. she sinks into my touch, her breath slows.

she drifts to sleep quickly in my arms, our heartbeats syncing. the weight of our unspoken words between us, laying heavily on my chest, pushing me towards a deep sleep.

i dream of never having to let her go.

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We hope you’ve enjoyed the last couple of weeks of fics from the Bottom Louis Fic Fest 2024! Every two weeks, we’re compiling all of the fics from that period into one roundup post so they’re easy to find for anyone looking to catch up on fics they missed. Enjoy these amazing fics and give them the love they deserve!

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A fic by outropeace on AO3 | @outropeace on Tumblr | @outropeaces on Twitter

53k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

With years of bitter experience and a tuition debt that would outlast three generations, Louis did what anyone in his position would; he developed an almost flawless five-step system for scamming alphas. Step One: Find the target. The scummier the alpha, the better. Step Two: Find the target’s soulmate mark. This part could take either a day or sometimes months of stalking every single social media the target have. Patience is key. Step Three: After learning about their hobbies and activities, mold your personality to the target. There’s nothing more irresistible to alphas than to date their mirror. Step Four (and the most important one): Plan the exit route. This will mostly depend on the target. There are alphas who’d pay to make a soulmate disappear from their lives forever, but some took a little more work. The trick? Simple, break their little fantasy. Show them traits they wouldn’t stand. If they like red, suddenly you are all about blue. If they like going out, you start craving nights in. Speak your mind freely—honestly, they hate that. Becoming clingy or basically having any type of need outside theirs also helps a lot. Step Five: Disappear.  

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Always Yours

A fic by heartbreakwthr on AO3 | @heart_breakwthr on Twitter

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Prompt 89: Jealous and Possessive Harry when someone new arrives in their group and has a crush on Louis.

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Midnight Doesn't Last Forever

A fic by mandylynn4 on AO3 | @mandylynn4 on Tumblr | @MirandaSch93519 on Twitter

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When Harry learns that his beloved grandfather has passed away, he also discovers that he's inherited the lake house that he so fondly remembers from childhood. However, it comes with a stipulation - he must be legally married before he can take possession of it. Enter his best friend, Louis, who is an accident-prone freelancer who has a desperate need for health insurance. All seems to be going well with the plan until Louis finds himself in an unfortunate accident that robs him of his memories of Harry and their marriage of convenience.

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[eternalreignblog]

Clarke blackmails Lexa into sleeping with her otherwise she will release her nudes

Lexa's pulse shoots through the roof when she gets a response from Clarke instead of Costia.

She can't believe how careless she was, 'Clarke' is right next to 'Costia' in her contact list and instead of sending the mirror topless pic to her girlfriend, she'd inadvertantly sent it to her colleague.

Her colleague who was going for the same promotion.

The panic starts to rise within her as she opens Clarke’s message.

Is this your way of bribing me to drop out of the promotion race? Cause I bet if I send this to Kane he'd be mighty disappointed in you Lexa...

Lexa could read the sarcasm in the text, picturing Clarke’s arrogant smirk as her eyes traced the ominous message.

Fuck.

Lexa was sure Clarke would send it to their boss too, that was just the kind of calculated, manipulating tactic she would use to get ahead.

That was meant for Costia! You can't send it to Kane!

Lexa typed out desperately.

I don't know Lexa... it's mighty offensive to receive unsolicited nudes from a work colleague...

Bullshit. Lexa knew Clarke was probably jerking off to her pic right now. Asshole.

Lexa sighed in resignation. Clarke held all the cards here, and Lexa was going to have to play her game if she wants to keep her job.

What do you want?

Nerves wrack her as she waits to hear Clarke’s demands.

She didn't have to wait long.

I'm bored tonight. How about you entertain me.

Lexa stares at the message for a moment. Before she can ask what it means, another message comes through.

319 Arkadia drive. Apartment 7. Be here in an hour.

What the fuck. Lexa’s eyes were as wide as saucers. Clarke wanted her to go to her apartment?

Lexa weighs her options. She could do nothing and potentially lose her job. She could go to Clarke’s apartment and see what she wants. She could tell Costia... no. Not an option. Costia is the jealous type and won't take this well at all. Plus, she's away on business, she never has to know.

Deciding, Lexa looks at her watch. She has 45 minutes to get to Clarke’s place.

***

Lexa looks up at the door in front of her, barely registering how she got here.

Before she could knock, the door swings open, revealing a smug looking Clarke, dressed casually in loose shorts and t shirt.

"You actually showed up?" Clarke sounds both surprised and amused as she looks Lexa up and down, eyebrow raising as she took in the skinny jeans and white tank Lexa was wearing.

"What do you want, Clarke?" Lexa asks, getting straight to the point.

"Exactly what I said," Clarke turns and walks into her apartment, clearly expecting Lexa to follow. Closing the door behind her, Lexa ventured into Clarke’s domain, taking in the simple decor.

Clarke plopped down on the sofa, looking back at Lexa who was now standing awkwardly in the middle of the living room.

"I want you-" Clarke pointed at Lexa, "to entertain me," she capped off by pointing to herself.

"And how am I supposed to do that?" Lexa asked, starting to get annoyed.

"Take your clothes off,"

"I- what?" Lexa stared incredulously at Clarke, barely believing her ears.

"You heard me. You sent me that pic, now I want to see more. It's your fault, really,"

"I'm not a stipper!" Lexa protested, but was faced with Clarke’s signature smirk.

"Then I guess Kane is gonna see your tits. Your choice," Clarke laughed at her own joke, Lexa seethed.

"Fine," Lexa spat, ripping her tank top over her head and starting to unbutton her jeans.

"Whoa, slow down there. I want to enjoy this," Clarke said, eyes locked on Lexa's bra covered chest.

Grumbling, Lexa complied. Turning aroind and bending over as she dragged her jeans down her legs.

"Fuck yeah, that's it," Clarke’s voice had gone husky, and Lexa felt a small thrill at enticing that reaction out of her. "Turn around and take your bra off."

Lexa turned, seeing Clarke with her hand in her shorts, staring at her like a piece of meat. She slowly unhooked her bra, sliding it down her arms as Clarke ogled her.

Never in a million years would Lexa have ever pictured herself in this position, standing in Clarke’s living room wearing nothing but her lacy black panties.

Lexa waited for the next instruction, watching Clarke stroke herself in her shorts as she stared at Lexa's body.

"You're pretty fucking hot, you know that, Lexa," Clarke complemented, "take your panties off for me,"

Hooking her thumbs under the soft lace, Lexa complied.

And that's how she found herself completely naked in front of her biggest work rival.

Lexa closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to settle herself. When she opened them again, Clarke was on her feet. Lexa could see the outline of Clarke’s cock in her shorts and an involuntary gush of wetness hit her at the sight.

She cursed her body for responding to Clarke, but she had to grudgingly admit the other woman was hot.

Clarke was in front of her now, hands raising to cup her breasts.

Fingers pinched her nipples and Lexa fought hard to contain a moan, not wanting Clarke to know how turned on she was.

"Much nicer in person," Clarke said as she moved around Lexa, hands groping and touching as she went.

"This is your best asset, though," Clarke said as she grabbed a handfull of Lexa's ass before giving it a slap, causing Lexa to yelp in surprise.

Clarke chuckled at her reaction, coming around to face her again.

"You tease me every day with your tight jeans and fuck me eyeliner," Clarke’s hands found their way to Lexa's hips, "no way that tit pic was an accident," she added as one of her hands slipped between Lexa's legs.

This time, Lexa couldn't contain the moan as Clarke’s fingers slid easily through her folds, spreading her arousal and feeling her swollen clit.

"Fuck, I knew you wanted me," Clarke’s husky voice was laced with arousal, "you're fucking soaked," Clarke said, sounding smug.

Clarke’s fingers were working magic between her legs, dipping into her wet pussy and circling her clit. She had to put her hands on Clarke’s shoulders to maintain her balance as Clarke fingered her.

"I need to fuck you," Clarke stated, spinning Lexa around. Before Lexa's brain could catch up, she was bent over the sofa with Clarke behind her, one hand on her hip, the other shoving her shorts down her legs.

Lexa could do nothing to stop is as Clarke lined up her cock and pressed forward. There was little resistance as Lexa was well lubricated, Clarke sliding easily into her pussy.

"Oh fuck, Lexa. You're so tight," Clarke praised as she slowly fucked into Lexa, going an inch further each stroke until she was buried deep and Lexa could feel her balls resting against her pussy lips.

Lexa had to take deep breaths. Clarke was much bigger than anything she'd taken before, and so thick she could feel the stretch.

Clarke held herself deep for a few moments, as though she was savoring the feeling.

"I'm going to fuck you hard now," she warned, slapping Lexa's ass. She pulled back until just the tip was inside before slamming back in, jolting Lexa forward on the sofa.

After a few more deliberate strokes, Clarke took off, pounding Lexa into the sofa woth strong, powerful strokes. Lexa had never been fucked like this before, hard and dirty, and a part of her knew that this had unlocked something within her.

Lexa was so fucking turned on.

Clarke’s cock was pistoning into her and she gave up on holding in her arousal. She screamed out and reached underneath herself to rub her clit.

"Oh fuck, Clarke, you're cock feels so fucking good," Lexa said breathlessly, pushing back onto Clarke’s thrusts as she worked her clit.

"I knew you wanted it, walking around the office so prissy. Bet your girlfriend doesn't fuck you like this," Clarke taunted as she changed the angle, pumping down into Lexa with abandon.

Lexa didn't want to admit how right Clarke was. Costia and her made love, and until now, Lexa never knew how much she needed someone to just fuck her.

"Just shut up and fuck me," Lexa shot back at her, feeling the threads of pleasure weave through her body.

Clarke landed a slap on Lexa ass that echoed around the apartment. "I'll fuck you how I want to," Clarke said arrogantly, pulling out of Lexa and causing her to whine at the loss of contact.

Clarke manhandled Lexa onto her back on the sofa, holding her legs apart as she stood over her.

"I want to watch you when you cum on my cock," Clarke said as she slid her dick back into Lexa.

Lexa looked up at Clarke, noting she'd lost her shirt at some point, and Lexa now had a view of her spectacular rack, bouncing deliciously as she fucked her.

"Clarke.." Lexa cried, sliding a hand up to pinch her own nipple as Clarke’s dick created incredible friction in her cunt.

"So hot, gonna fill you with my cum," Clarke murmered, letting go of one of Lexa's legs to play with her clit, thumb flicking over the sensitive bud as she pumped her hips into her.

"Cum on my dick, Lexa, I know you want to," Clarke was timing her thrusts and her thumb in such a way that Lexa was hurtling towards the edge at lightning pace.

"I'm close, oh fuck, don't stop," Lexa gripped the sofa in her fist, holding on for dear life as Clarke fucked her brains out.

Lexa cried out as her climax hit, rolling her hips into Clarke as the pleasure spread through her. She felt her pussy clenching on Clarke's cock, the other woman pausing her thrusts to take advantage of the feeling.

"That's it, let go," Clarke crooned, slowly pumping her hips to ride Lexa through her orgasm. "God, I could watch you cum on my cock all day," Clarke said, picking up the pace as Lexa's pulsing slowed down.

Lexa's mind was just coming down from the high, and before she knew it, Clarke had stepped it up, clearly chasing her own orgasm as she fuck Lexa harder and faster than ever before.

"Oh fuck, ahhhhhhh, oohhhhhh," Lexa could do nothing but go along for the ride as Clarke unceremoniously pounded into her, holding her by the ankles as she slammed her hips into Lexa's over and over.

"Gonna cum in you, get ready," Clarke grunted thrusts getting erratic as she got close.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Clarke jolted, slamming into Lexa one last time and her cock pulsed, releasing her seed into her waiting pussy.

"Oh yeah, take it," Clarke huffed, giving her hips a few more pumps, making sure every last drop had been deposited inside Lexa's cunt.

They lay there, Clarke above Lexa, Lexa’s legs spread wide, both breathing heavy as they came down.

The gravity of the situation hadn't settled in yet. At some point, Lexa would have to face the fact that she just cheated on her girlfriend. With her work rival. But that time was not now. Now, Lexa was just revelling in the afterglow of the best fucking she had ever had.

Clarke’s dick softened and withdrew from Lexa's pussy with a rush of combined fluids.

Clarke stood, holding her hand out for Lexa to take, lifting her to her feet.

"Care to take a shower?" Clarke asked, voice softer than it had been before.

"Yeah, yeah. I think I need it," Lexa said lightly, motioning to the mess between her legs.

Clarke smiled at her, almost affectionately as she led her towards her bathroom.

"I've got some clothes you can wear after if you want to stay, and, you know, hang out for a bit," Clarke offered almost tentatively, and Lexa found, rather surprisingly, that she wanted to.

"Yeah, I think I'd like that," she said.

"Don't worry, either. I'll delete the pic you sent," Clarke said as she started the shower running.

Lexa's impulses took over as she pulled Clarke to her.

"Don't. I want you to keep it," she said, taking note of the shock in Clarke’s eyes as she pulled her in for a feiry kiss.

[kumeko]

A/N: For the @gf10yearslaterzine ! I feel like after they’ve grown a bit older and living in the ‘normal’ world, it’s easy to lose sight of the magic of that one summer. Especially with the grunkles off in a boat somewhere. Maybe they’d imagined it all. Maybe magic was gone. Maybe they’re doomed to ordinary lives like the rest of us.

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There are no faeries in the University of California, Berkeley.

There were no gnomes, centaurs, or unicorns either. Dipper wasn’t surprised. Most cities didn’t have magic, aliens, or supernatural creatures. The few that did had only the smallest whispers of the strange, the kind of things that were easy to overlook and miss. In the ten years since his summer at Gravity Falls, Dipper could count on one hand the shenanigans he’d fallen into.

That didn’t make his disappointment any less. He sighed as he meandered down the street, taking in the sprawling campus around him. Part of him had hoped that with its history, the university would prove different.

“There’s no faeries here either,” Mabel replied in his ear, chipper as ever. If something hadn’t changed with time, it was her overbearingly positive attitude. “I even checked Central Park—you know, they have an Alice in Wonderland area? But none of the weird things that she met. It’s like, are you even trying?”

Dipper stared blankly into the distance, his grip relaxing on his phone. It was like she’d read his mind. “Huh?”

Unfazed by his lack of response, Mabel rattled on, “Well, actually, I think I saw a wererat or something in the subway, but that might have just been a normal rat too. Apparently they can grow as big as a cat? Which actually is freakier than anything I’ve ever seen. Who’d you think would win in a fight?”

She’d always been good at filling in the silence. Even now, states apart, that hadn’t changed. Ever the social butterfly, Mabel always had something to say, whether it was gossip or a discovery or her feelings on a really niche topic that no one else knew about.

On the plus side, her monologue gave Dipper enough time to process their conversation. He must have accidentally spoken aloud. His ears flushed red with embarrassment and he rubbed his neck, even though she couldn’t see that through the screen. Chuckling awkwardly, he replied, “I guess magic just doesn’t like cities.”

“Cities?” Mabel snorted, cutting off her rant on how the commuters on the subway were the real monsters. Dipper didn’t have to see her to know her hands were moving a mile a minute, as though her entire body had to talk with every word she said. “Did we ever see magic anywhere aside from Gravity Falls? Really see, and not ‘I-think-I-saw-a-ghoul-but-it’s-midnight-and-I’m-drunk’?”

Dipper flushed a brighter red and he glanced around. Mabel’s voice was so loud, he was certain she could be heard in the next town over. Luckily, none of the other students paid him any mind, too busy trying to get from class to class to care about him. “That was one time.”

“And every other time was just as sketchy!” Mabel argued with a huff. For once, she had a point. “Seriously, though, how is just one town such a hotbed for magic?” She chuckled. “Bet you’d love to write a paper on that.”

Now it was Dipper’s turn to laugh. He lowered his voice, trying for a mysterious husky that the women in his class seemed to like. “What makes you think I haven’t?”

There was a pause on the other end before Mabel muttered, “I hope you’re joking, or I’m really worried about your non-existent social life.”

He flinched. There went his dreams of being enigmatic. Maybe he was wrong about the voice. Or maybe it just didn’t work on Mabel. “Hey, I have one,” Dipper protested, trying to keep the whine out of his voice.

“Your nerd clubs don’t count.” Mabel sighed. “And you don’t even have me around to make sure you’re cool.”

“It’s not like you’re the expert of cool,” Dipper grumbled, sulking. While Mabel was the social butterfly between the two, her sweaters had all but guaranteed that the popular kids had ignored her throughout high school. They were both dorky outcasts, albeit in different ways.

“Still cooler than you.” Mabel hummed. He wondered what kind of sweater she was wearing now. Even the summer heat couldn’t stop her from donning one. Maybe he should investigate her for magic. “Hey, wanna go back this summer?”

For the second time that day, Dipper stared blankly ahead as he tried to process her words. “Back?”

“To Gravity Falls!” Mabel chirped, her words spilling out of her faster and faster as her excitement grew. “The Grunkles said they’d be back in June!”

“They will?” Dipper shouted. Immediately, he covered his mouth, but it was too late. His fellow schoolmates gave him a curious look before ignoring him once more. Maybe he shouldn’t have called Mabel while he was walking to class. At this rate, he was going to get a reputation.

“Yeah, said they’re taking a land break.” Mabel giggled, clearly amused. He hoped she wasn’t laughing at him. “I wonder who got seasick. Or maybe they’re becoming mermaids after being out there for so long.”

“It’s not like they were swimming the whole time,” Dipper pointed out, though in all honesty, it’s not like magic ever required logic to happen. Maybe just being on the water long enough was all it took to change.

“We could celebrate their birthday too.” Mabel let out a happy hoot and he could hear her bounce. “They’re what, 70 now? It’ll be a lot of candles but I think we can do it.”

“You don’t have to put that many candles,” Dipper vetoed, already picturing a cake full of holes. Seventy, huh? It was hard to think about just how old that was. His grunkles had always been old, it was part of the reason they were grunkles and not uncles. Still, when he was younger, they’d felt almost immortal. Even with the strange magic and danger and world-destroying evil monsters, it had felt like nothing could stop them.

Now that Dipper was an adult and knew a little too much about the aging process and a smattering of biology, he knew better.

And that knowledge did little to reassure him.

“You’re overthinking again,” Mabel said, cutting through his thoughts. Despite how nonsensical she was, her voice always had a sense of clarity and purpose, as though she could see something he couldn’t.

In some ways, he was certain she could.

Dipper chuckled awkwardly, not bothering to deny it. Mabel spotted his lies easily these days. “How do you always know?”

“We’re twins,” she stated matter-of-factly, as though this were a law of the universe, codified in science. He could almost see her wagging her finger at him. “It’s the twin connection. Twin ESP? Oh!” She clapped her hands together. “You know, maybe we’re just made of magic.”

Dipper snorted. That was exactly the kind of pick-me-up he needed to hear. “I don’t feel that magical.”

“That’s cause you’re overthinking things again. You’re not looking at it the right way.” Mabel hummed. He could hear cars in the background as Mabel threaded her way through New York City. It was a good thing the whole city was so busy; he couldn’t imagine the looks she must have gotten talking like this on the subway earlier. “I mean, you never look at things the right way, but this time you’re very wrong.”

“Yes, yes, I’m always wrong and you’re right.” Dipper rolled his eyes. He stopped walking now and stretched his hand above him as he stared at the clear, blue sky. “So, how should I look at it?”

“The right way.” Undaunted, she continued. Her words bumped into one another as she got invested in her new pet theory. “We are magic. You’re magic. I said it, so it’s true.”

As usual, Mabel didn’t make any sense. The tiny bud of hope he’d felt withered away. Dipper dragged a hand through his hair, his nails scratching his scalp. “I don’t think it works that way.”

“Of course it works that way.” He could hear Mabel wave her hand dismissively. It was a miracle she hadn’t hit another pedestrian as she spoke; with how animated her arms could get sometimes, Dipper had considered selling her to a power company. “It’s magic, duh! It works anyway! No wonder you were having issues finding any. How would you find anything if you act like that? You have to believe in it.”

Miffed, Dipper pointed out, “It’s not like you found it either, Miss. High-And-Mighty.”

“I can’t find magical creatures,” Mabel corrected. “I’ve always found magic.”

He stared at his phone. Did he want to ask? Dipper could feel a headache forming. Even now, as adults, there were still times when he didn’t quite know how to handle Mabel. Still, he’d be thinking about this all night if he kept quiet. With a sigh, he put it back to his ear. “There’s a difference?”

“Yeah! Obviously!” Mabel snorted, her pig-like laughter crackling through the cellphone’s speaker. “Magical creatures are like people. If they don’t want to be found, you won’t find them. Magic, though, is kinda a…hmmm…remember when we saw Peter Pan? You gotta believe in order to find it. It’s really easy too.”

“Is it now?” Dipper rubbed his forehead. He was definitely going to need Advil. “And what magic have you seen?”

“Well, that’s—” Mabel gasped. “Oh, shit, I think my class is starting! Gotta go!”

Dipper shouted, “Wait, Mabel—”

“Love you!” And without another word, the dial tone returned as Mabel cut him off.

“Mabel!” he fruitlessly shouted again. Dipper grimaced as he hung up. Of course she left before saying the most important part. Of course she’d been vague and her instructions made no sense. Believe in magic? How? What would he see after?

No matter how much he mulled over it, it wouldn’t make sense. Maybe he should just pack up and head to his own class.

Yet, Mabel never lied to him, not anymore. If she said she’d seen it, she’d seen it. Even if she was just mistaking something else for magic. Part of him wanted to believe. The world felt grey without the strange and wondrous.

God, he wished he had her confidence.

Dipper bit his lip. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt this one time to listen to her. To just believe. He closed his eyes. Magic. Science. Paranormal. The weird. Remembering Gravity Falls, remembering that one magical, strange, weird summer, he opened his eyes.

Nothing happened. Nothing changed. Students passed by. The wind blew.

Dipper sighed. Of course it’d ended like this. He straightened up and shoved his phone in his pocket, ready to go. Just before he could take a step, a man walked past, his body lump, his steps uneven.

There was something familiar about his shape, his gait. A memory of three gnomes in a trench coat buzzed faintly in his mind. Of the first incident that had led him into an adventure he could never forget.

It was probably nothing. There were many scientific reasons for it: a man with a limp, two kids in a trenchcoat, a drunkard stumbling along the street. If Dipper reached out, if he tapped on his shoulder, he’d definitely be disappointed by the result.

It was better to go to class. He should just go to class. But—

Magic works only if you believe.

—for once, he hoped Mabel was right.

Pivoting on his heel, Dipper chased after the stranger. Maybe this summer really would be something special.

[sleeplessdreamer123]

Fanfic Idea! (ABO Lucemond, where Lucerys cut ties with the mafia family)

Yes, Lucerys cut ties with the family, yes, he misses the luxury he had, and yes, he does wish he could go back sometimes. But then he remembers all the deaths that happened, the constant terror of being followed and the fear of being the one in the wrong side of a gun, and all the wishes of being back in the family fades away into nothingness.

His decision is especially backed up by the fact that he also recently gave birth to his twins, and the twins deserve more than a target on their backs, so he pushed on. He bought a bakery and cafe with the money he had left and worked like he had never worked before (he never did, it was the internet filled with recipes that saved him from his business going under) and soon he became a fairly descent baker with regular customers.

And he lived his life like that, happy, content, his boys Baelon and Aemon were already going to day care with the money from his hard work. He really was starting to love his normal life away from the family. He was getting confident that he won't need to go back at all.

Until Aemon got sick. Really sick. And Baelon went missing when he went to school. And Lucerys was losing his mind.

So he called. Not his mother, not his stepfather, or any of his family members, no, calling them would mean hearing them ask him to return, and he's afraid that he'd say yes. He called someone he knows wouldn't ask him to come back, but would care enough to help him find his son and help with the medical bills, just this once, and then they can go back to ignoring each other's existence. The phone rang once, twice, and he was seriously contemplating turning the call off and going straight to the police (he knows they would no doubt report to Daemon and he would in turn tell his mother and that's a whole other problem, but he's desperate), when all of a sudden it got received, and a rather husky voice answered.

"My Lord Strong, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

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He knows. Of course he knows, hells the entire family knows. The moment little Lucy decided to leave the nest, they had been monitoring everything. And he suspects nothing, as per usual. He doesn't even question how he managed to buy a bakery with the meager money he had left, or how he managed to enroll the two boys in the best day care with the money from a bakery and cafe alone, the little bird left the nest without knowing how the world works. If he had been truly left alone, he would have been eaten alive.

And now, Lucerys' youngest is sick, and with the other one missing, it was a silent bet to see who gets called for help first, and to the surprise of everyone but him, Lucerys decided to call for Aemond. Aemond, the father of his kids, and his ex-lover.

[rosesncarnations]

Pic for the writing 🤩

He’d expected so form of humiliation from the Night Court. Had known that his role would be played perfectly as it ever was. But he did not know that the raven that flew with the magpies and pigeons still held her talons.

She’d looked more like a wraith with that black dress of ribbons, oh how little he had known before she was curtsying to him with the grace of a cat, offering to take this dance instead of her High Lady.

He noted the raised brow as she waited for his acceptance, knowing it would be a yes, as if she were to have the foresight and not her younger sister. With his own grace he offered his hand, leaning down to kiss the one she put atop it, maintaining eye contact as his lips grazed over each finger in deft light kisses that were unseen from the onlookers.

Soon they were brought up in the sway of the music and he watched as her dress transformed into the iridescent colors that gilded the feathers that could come out of her arms with one too fast twirl with the way the ribbons practically turned to the very feathers he hypothesized she had hidden somewhere.

“How does the Night Court still fair My Lady Nesta?” He asked, perhaps hoping for an upper hand that Rhysand wouldn’t so easily give him. Or perhaps? No, he wouldn’t even think it here. Not even in his own court.

“As it always does My Lord.” Her piercing storm eyes stared up into his amber ones, “And the Autumn Court is as biting as it always seems to be?” She arched a brow with the same ease as he twirled her as far as his long arm could take her.

“As it always is.” He told her with a hungry smile as he pulled her as close as possible, holding her tightly as the music lowered to a near silent decibel even for the fae. “Are you to be a new spy? I do grow rather tired of the other one.” He whispered into the shell of her ear, running a lick of orange flame across her knuckles.

“If I were, why would I tell you My Lord?” Oh, how he knew she was taunting him. He could feel the gaze of her mate as he sent her into another twirl and gave a cold grin in the direction of that bat.

“I would ask what times you’d show in my forests. If I were a betting male, I’d say you’d sooner be more forth coming with that knowledge than the other one.” He had her back pulled to his chest, filling her breath still coming in even pulls.

Hands grasping hips, he sent another tendril of fire to graze up her throat kissing sweet and hot flickers to her jaw and cheek bones creating an elaborate collar of oranges, reds and yellows. That had done something to her cause in the next instance she was swirling her own silver flame through the slits of his shirt, winding around his biceps the way she might her fingers.

“I always win my bets.” Her voice was husky as they flew on the dance floor, they were spinning faster and faster claiming more and more of the floor until they were in the center of the floor. The center of a rosebud in bloom.

“Do you trust me My Lady?” He asked in her ear as the band began its last crescendo. She turned her tempest eyes on him a brow swiping.

“About as far as I can throw you My Lord.” Her tone was biting but he knew she would let him do this.

He tossed her into the air, spinning at a speed that made her dress all but lose the blackness that had be originally shown, a kaleidoscope of purples, blues and greens. He caught her with an ease as if they’d been dancing with solely each other for centuries and not for a dance here and there with these damned balls that Rhysand held.

As her feet landed on the ground, leaning onto him raising her chin for something he could not offer in the public eye, he raised his own chin, grazing hers. And because he was a glutton for punishment, he lit a crown along the top of her head, his flames mingling with her own in one last bid goodbye.

“Till the next time My Lady.” He bowed to her as she curtsied yet again.

“Till next time My Lord.”

[modern-inheritance]

Im just wondering what accent ur arya has? Ik you spoken abt her losing most of her accent and stuff, but im curious as to what that is, and what its become. Sorry if youve been asked this before ^^'

Hahaha hey no worries!

Arya does subdue her accent and can alter just how much she uses, but when she's really distressed, angry or speaking Common Elvish and the Ancient Language she really has no control.

um, I donno how you feel about uh...eyeballs. being disconnected on a screwdriver (no actual violence done in the scene besides a good ol smack to the head) but a while back I was watching someone do a playthrough of Dead Space 2 and the character Ellie had a really great moment which solidified her accent and voice as MIC!Arya when she's unable to control her accent/when she really, really does not care at all. At most all other times, it's a much lighter one but hot dayum get her angy and all bets are off.

While we're on the topic, though, I'd also like to highlight something I've not quite touched on yet in any of the shorts or stories.

Arya's voice is not quite as 'melodic' or smooth as most elves by the time Eragon meets her. Brom, during a currently unwritten but sorta planned out moment of the second batch of Escape series stories, comments to her that she sounds different, to which she bluntly scoffs 'screaming your vocal cords to scarring will do that to you.' Brom does heal what he can, but it's risky to mess with vocal cords due to the possibility of adhesions and all that movement so some of the scarring is indeed left.

Arya was always a touch deeper in vocal pitch than most elf women, landing her an alto range (midrange of low female/high male, quite similar to Ellie I think), the damage to her vocal cords only served to highlight that. She's not 'husky' when she speaks, but there's a distinct very light rough undertone which becomes far more present when she's tired/half awake/just getting up in the morning.

And yes, if you press her hard enough she can and will get a voice crack, something Glen and Eragon love to poke fun at since she pokes equal amounts of fun at them for the same voice cracks they get.

This is a time stamped link to a bit of a scene with Isaac and Ellie talking a little bit more. It's actually pretty spot on for Arya's voice in general, if a tad higher at some inflections, but apparently Ellie also smooths her accent in regular conversation aka when not whacking the guy who stole her eyeball.

Thanks for the ask! It's always fun to see if I can properly represent the more basic parts of characters. Cheers mate! and hey, don't worry about asking repeat questions. MIC has been going on a long time, and things change and evolve. It's always good to revisit things!