#i don't think it's that bad but if ur not used to that kind of stuff it might be intense
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i yearn for ponyboy angst after johnny and dally die and for once he needs darry and not soda...or more of the curtis bros grieving their parents/their friends/their childhoods together. just curtis bro angst all day every day. love ur stuff!
AGH!! TY LOVE!! this ask has been truly rottin' in my brain I thought about it durin' my ENTIRE shift today!! I hope you like it!! fic under the cut!!
also song >:D
"Pony?" Darry's sayin' my name in a way that implies he's been sayin' it a while. I blink at him 'n I don't know where I've been. My fingers are all wrapped up in my jeans, white-knuckled. I try to relax but my body doesn't listen to me one bit, so I forget it.
"I've been callin' you, where were you at?" He crosses the room 'n taps a finger gently to my temple, brushin' my bangs off my forehead.
I shrug 'n he worries at his lip. "Somewhere else, I guess." Darry looks stricken but that's how he always looks nowadays: worried.
"I gotta talk to you about your hair, Pony baby." I inhale sharply 'n Darry's face twists up a little more. He moves all slow, eases down onto the couch beside me 'n wraps an arm around my shoulders like I might fall to pieces.
"I'm not colorin' it I swear to God I'm not-" Steve had made a joke, some comment, maybe even just a suggestion, that I dye my hair back to its normal color. I don't think he meant anythin' bad by it. I dunno. I can see it more now. Darry's rough 'cause he's scared. Steve was mean when he meant to be kind. I think Dallas was like that. Rough 'cause he didn't know how to be soft.
I think I said somethin' awful to him. I was always doin' that. Bein' cruel 'cause it all hurt so bad. Last week Darry 'n I had fought 'cause it's all we knew how to do 'n I'd told him I bet he wished I had died that night. Just like-
I didn't mean it. I never meant it. I didn't know how to not mean it.
"Honey?" I shake my head. Darry's lookin' at me again with big scared eyes 'n I know I've done it again. Gone somewhere.
"Sorry." Darry cups the side of my face, there are new wrinkles alongside his eyes. He always looks like he's just waitin' for somethin' bad to happen.
"S'ok, baby. I ain't gonna make you do nothin' to your hair." Soda's beside me now, too. I don't remember when he got there. "We've been talkin' 'n baby... we need you to let us help you wash it."
I flinch. Hard. Straight back into Soda's arm 'n know he had it there, ready to brace me. "No." Darry sighs, glances over my head, 'n Soda gathers me up into his arms.
"Look, honey. I'm not gonna make you. But I think... you'll feel a bit better. You don't gotta take a shower or nothin'. Maybe a bath?" Darry tries, reachin' out 'n coverin' my hand in his.
"No." I don't know what it was. I'd gone through the damn fire 'n come out scared of the fuckin' water. That night in the fountain was a million years ago. Glory, I don't know how I had space in my head to even remember it.
But I did. Fuck. I did.
"Hey Pony? Can we try somethin' else then? If you humor me?" Soda's tone is pliant 'n a little too bouncy. It gets like that sometimes. But someone has to be alright. So we don't mention it.
He climbs off the couch, pulls me gently up 'n I don't fight it. Darry's got a hand on my shoulder 'n Soda's got his arms around me still 'n they were like this more. Since. Like if they weren't always touchin' me I'd fade right away into nothin'. Sometimes it was nice. Sometimes it made me want to bite 'n tear 'n fuckin' scream.
The kitchen counter is clear, a couple towels folded onto the table, a chair tipped back against the sink. Soda guides me over to the chair, asks me a million questions in those big brown eyes he has that I don't know how to go about answerin'.
Are you fine? Is this fine? Does this remind you of- Does this remind you- Does this-
"Look, if you sit here you can rest your head back 'n I can wash your hair out without havin' to get you any closer to the water. D'ya think... that's somethin' you can stomach?" Soda's off to my side doin' all the talkin' but I'm lookin' straight out at Darry. He's still got a hand on my shoulder 'n Jesus. Has he always looked at me like that?
He shifts his weight 'n furrows his brow. His hand comes up slowly like I'm a spooked animal that might bolt. Some kicked dog. Some scared foal. He cups the side of my face 'n it occurs to me. It's the same place he'd once struck.
Odd. Both times touched in fear. A million years apart. I'm not even sure he notices.
"Pony?" I finally tear my eyes off Darry 'n when I twist my head, he lets his hand fall back to my shoulder.
"Ok." My voice aches. It always does. Maybe from the smoke. Maybe from the cold burn of that still water rottin' in my lungs even now. "Ok, I'll try." The look that Soda 'n Darry shoots over my head is filled with such a palpable relief I nearly cry.
"Ok, baby. I know this isn't easy. D'you think you can... take his jacket off?" Soda already has both hands around my biceps, just gently restin' there like he knows I'm gonna flinch again. "I ain't gonna take it-" My eyes flicker to Darry 'n hurt flashes across his face (not meanin' it, not knowin' how not to)- "'n neither is Dar. I just don't wanna get it wet 'n mess it up, ok hon? But if it's too much I can just try my best to avoid it?"
I clutch at the collar. 'N I can hear his voice clear as day. You better not fuck that leather up. You have no idea how much trouble it was to steal.
'N I almost laugh. Almost.
"He'd kill me if I let you give it the kitchen sink treatment." 'N my voice sounds all thick in my ears. I want to laugh. I want Dallas to knock me up the back of my head for even thinkin' of it. I want-
"Oh, Ponybaby." Soda's arms are around me again. I'm cryin'. When did I start cryin'? Why? 'N it's one of those times I don't want them to hold me. Jesus. It makes me want to run. To let the ache in my throat dissolve into the burn in my lungs. I want to bite 'n tear 'n scream.
But all I can do is sit there. Stiff in the arms I wish I could melt into.
"Soda." Darry drops a hand onto his shoulder 'n gently pries him off of me. When he takes his face out of my neck his cheeks are wet 'n I don't know whether it's my tears or his. "He's not-"
Here.
For a long moment, none of us move. Like a gunfight. Or a caged animal. 'N then I drag blunt nails under my eyes 'n scrub my face 'n Darry blows out a long breath like he'd been holdin' it. He lets go of Soda 'n we all go back to pretendin' nothin' happened. Or at least I do.
"Do you... want help?" When I look down my knuckles are white against the collar. I flex my fingers 'n they burn like that time I'd split them against some socs' jaw. Or that night Johnny 'n I had slept in the backyard out under the stars 'n the cold scalded along my hands 'n cracked my skin 'n I'd bled 'n bled 'n bled-
"Don't make me do it." 'N when I'd looked up at Darry I knew he understood what I meant. I squeezed my eyes shut 'n felt hands roughened by labors of love that had done nothin' but leave him with callouses 'n scars rest at my neck. He pulls the jacket off quickly 'n the rush of winter air slinkin' through the cracks we'd never be able to seal up scorches against my bare arms. I don't open my eyes until Darry presses the bundle to my chest.
When I look to Soda again, his face is dry 'n he's wearin' this encouragin' little smile that tugs too tight on the edges of his mouth. "You ready, Pony?"
I nod. Just a bob of my chin that takes every last ounce of strength in me. Darry turns, yanks another chair close to my side 'n Soda guides my head down to the sink.
The tap flips on. A lonely titterin' against the empty bowl. I don't control anythin' that happens after. Not the low, whimperin' sob that snakes out of my mouth. Not the way my shoulders jar up 'n away. Not my nails bitin' into Darry's arm so hard they leave bloody, half moons in their wake.
"No. Soda, no. Soda. I can't." Darry smooths one hand over my forehead 'n I reach for his wrist, catch it tight 'n hold on like if I don't let go he can keep me out of that night. If I can keep him here I can't go back.
"Pony?" Soda drops down so he can see my face. Reaches out to wrap me in his arms 'n I flinch. Fuckin' flinch. Right back 'n up into Darry's lap.
'N none of us are movin' again. Soda's falterin' in place, arms half reached out 'n face a mask of hurt 'n Jesus why do I always hurt the people I love? Why can't I stop bitin' the hand that wants to hold me?
"What is it, Pony? Are you here?" 'N I can't make my voice or body or anythin' work the way it should. But before I can stop it I choke out-
"Darry." 'N Darry lets out a little noise from somewhere so far in the back of his throat it comes out like a whimper.
"Oh, little colt." 'N suddenly his arms are around me again. My face is pressed into his chest 'n I'm heavin' deep sobs that have been rottin' in my chest for too long. Since before Dallas or Johnny. Before the week in the church or that night in the park. Maybe since Mama. Since Daddy. Since the last person to call me that was put in the freezin' Tusla earth.
"I love you." 'N it's whispery 'n waverin' 'n also the surest thing I've ever heard. 'N this time when I feel Soda return to my side, feel Darry open his arms 'n hold us both like were disappearin' before his eyes I just let myself be held. "You're here."
I am.
'N then he's shiftin' 'n I'm clutchin' his shirt tighter 'n he's pettin' my hair 'n tippin' my head back 'n not makin' me let him go though I'm too goddamn old 'n too big to be beggin' for my older brother.
"Keep your eyes closed, colt." 'N Soda's whisperin' somethin' low 'n soft 'n just louder than the sound the tap makes as it drip drip drips against the sink. 'N when the water runs along my temples 'n along the line of the scar that I'll carry until I die from the night I lost two brothers I don't think of the fountain.
No.
I think about the hot afternoon I won my first track race, felt sweat slide along my brow 'n saw the sun glint off Dallas' silver tooth even from way up in the stands. Hear the whoop of his voice still marred thick 'n heavy with his New York drawl. I think of runnin' home through the lot dodgin' the fat rain drops 'n stoppin' only to let Johnny catch up. Throwin' my head back 'n laughin'. Of the spray of a passin' car. I think of Soda laughin' as he flicks the spatterin' of water left on his hands at my face when we finish the dishes 'n mama not even scoldin' us.
I think of Darry's hands wet from the laundry as he runs a thumb absently over my face. Memorizin' it with calloused fingers when he thinks I've dropped off to sleep. The gentleness of his achin' love for us. Low 'n constant 'n how had I ever missed it?
"We're done, honey." 'N then I'm buried in his chest again, Dallas' jacket pressed against my stomach 'n Johnny's letter tucked into the inside pocket closest to my heart. Bangs drippin' cold between my brow, along my nose, 'n minglin' with tears never gone long enough to dry. 'N for the first time since it all, I'm right here. 'N it doesn't even hurt. It just aches.
#consider this the angst out of my system#takin my real real bad day#n copin by givin the curtis boys an even WORSE one#hehehe#tysm for the ask!!!#this was so fun#i mean sad#like real real sad#but i also almost never write from pony's pov#n i find him so? so.#hes everythin to me#when i let him be absolutely miserable in particular#ponys no good terrible very very very bad week#AGH!#anyways!!#TYSM for readin!!#see yall in the next one!!#the outsiders#ponyboy curtis#sodapop curtis#darry curtis#dallas winston#steve randle#johnny cade#the outsiders 1983#my writing#writers on tumblr#the outsiders angst#the outsiders fanfiction#also if u saw me post the wrong song no u didntttt
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LADS REDESIGNS!! + notes
Note: These are solely for fun, nothing wrong with the original designs and I still plan on drawing their original designs!
I used the Linkon Chibi Report cover because I couldn't be bothered to actually draw them all, my bad LMAO Here's the link to the Love and Deepspace twitter where I got it: https://x.com/Love_Deepspace
THE ART IS NOT MINE, JUST THE REDESIGNS!!(Which even then were highly inspired by the new Valentines cards!)
XAVIER
(His hair is 100% inspired by his "Deluded Fiction card.)
Uh but yeah, as for WHY I decided to go with this design, it has a bit to do with his lore. Please correct me if I get anything wrong, I'm not super aware of everything lore related(Esp not with Xavi's, too focused on Zayne and Caleb :,< )
But Xavier has been traveling for a while, and I think over time he would stop really caring about his appearance, more focused on defeating wanderers and trying to protect the mc.
I also feel like he'd eventually cut his hair again and brush it! So his longer hair is more so an early game thing lol
I also just love the idea of chronic bed head Xavier. Like I imagine his to be a still sleeper, but I think it'd be funny that no matter how still he sleeps, his hair just gets messy again LOL
I just felt like eyebags fit Xavier a lot. I also gave him a mole! I thought his face felt empty without a mole and for some reason I just keep thinking he has one and then I look at him and I'm shocked he doesn't have one LOL But I also think the whole "Your moles are where your lover kissed you most in your past life" soulmate thingy. I think it'd be cute if Daye(one of my mc's. But I think it'd be cute to see moles on where other's mc's kiss Xavier the most!) was a cheek kisser in every timeline.
I think it's like...pretty impossible for Xavier NOT to have a single scar, no matter how good he is right now. I honestly feel that way about most the men(Other then Zayne since he has scars) but like Xavi's a hunter and ur telling me I can't find a single scar on his body?? So I gave him one on his jaw and one on the corner of his mouth! There's multiple more scattered around his body as well!
Speaking of his body, I think he'd have a sleeper build LOL!! Just for those who don't know, a sleeper build is when someone doesn't look strong and doesn't have obvious muscle, but they're strong and the muscle is hidden. I mainly chose this cause of the name LOL
I also gave him heterochromia, I just thought it would look nice LOL
RAFAYEL
I made the tips of his fingers blue, I did think about red and I might try that honestly, but it's because he's a Lemurian. I wanted something kinda subtle to show that(Its not that subtle with Raf though since he's an artist and uses his hands LOL)
I did also give him longer hair and I wanted to keep it fluffy! I might also mess around with a bit more wavy hair! I also made one of his little side bangs just a bit longer for some asymmetry, I wanted to add hair clips but decided against actually drawing it in the end!
I also added a teal streak to his hair. I already like Raf's design so I wasn't really sure what to change, so this just seemed a little fun. I think its like a little artistic streak.
Raf does NOT have muscles, don't even play with me. No matter what the game shows, Raf will always be a little stick that I can pick up.
I also think that Raf might have a few tattoos! Not too many, I think he'd cry getting every tattoo cause it all hurts him. But I also think he would like to see his own body as kind of a canvas(This is also something that I do to myself and others. I love painting on myself and other people) That said I think after a while Raf probably decided against getting anymore tattoos and just doodles and paints on his body, he also likes that he gets to change it up more.
ZAYNE
okay...I prommy I wasn't going to originally give Zayne longer hair. I think the short and clean look suits Zayne and his personality well. But also...I think it's really fun to kind of imagine liking having long hair(A little throwback to "Master of Fate")
Anyways, Zayne with some of his hair tied back is WOOOOO MAMA!! I do wanna play around with a little ponytail too, which is what I think he'd actually do while performing surgeries.
I did give him eyebags as well. Bro works super late sometimes and struggles with nightmares and insomnia, yeah he has eyebags.
I didn't change too much about Zayne honestly. I was thinking about adding glasses permanently but also decided against that. Though I do really like Zayne in glasses so I wanna draw him in them more, I just also hate drawing glasses.
SYLUS
okay...most notably, Sylus has the longest hair! I don't know why but for some reason I always remembered his dragon form having long hair, which it literally doesn't. Anyways, long fluffy mullet Sylus supremacy idk. LOL
^ his hair also has a bit of a red gradient. I didn't want it to be too obvious, but his hair felt a little lacking without it!
Also I gave his arms a dark red gradient, I also think he'd have claws I just didn't draw them. These are also because...half dragon. I know they aren't the hands he had as a dragon, but I wanted them to be more human.
It's so subtle, but I gave him fangs.
I didn't even think about it but I might mess around with slightly pointed ears. a more subtle touch to show he's not human.
I did also think about giving him little horns and wings, but decided against that. I also decided again red streaks on his hair and landed on the gradient instead.
CALEB
Caleb is one of them I'm STICKING with long hair for. He looks so good with a mullet I feel like I belong in a psyche ward.
I gave him little white streaks in his hair, It's supposed to be heat damage but aesthetic from the â¨explosion⨠once again, not really meant to be realistic at all.
Its also so subtle, but I traced one of his pupils with red because I think it'd be even more tragic is Caleb had lost an eye and it got replaced with a mechanic one, like his arm. I think it'd be useful for scanning people and recording their actions too. And I think it'd also be tragic if his vision was warped from this eye, like it doesn't really view properly. I'd have to draw out what I mean eventually cause I don't think I'm making any sense.
i didn't do it but god, him having a little slit in his brow would be so good too, with like a little scar there.
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed my silly little redesigns! Once again the art I edited belongs to Love and Deepspace!
#lads#love and deepspace#lads zayne#lads caleb#lads xavier#lads sylus#lads rafayel#love and deepspace zayne#love and deepspace caleb#love and deepspace xavier#love and deepspace sylus#love and deepspace rafayel#I told myself I wouldn't give them all long hair but...#it looks too good i couldn't resist#I had fun doing this#I felt like one of those genshin redesign editors#It was my first time doing something like this
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Yangchen and Aang: *trying to hold onto what Air Nation qualities they have while still performing their duties* Disha, to Roku: You are a spirit of NO Nation. Me: ??????
#Dishaaaaaaaaa#dishaaaa what do you mean DISHAAAAAA#me: *trying to rip apart her psychology with like the 3 lines I have from her*#i know it's a set up for Ta Min to be like âno you're a spirit of ALL Nations! :Dâ but stilllll I'm stuck on Disha rn#is she trying to get him detached from all the nations? not just fire? is this a detachment lesson?#but the avatar can never fully detach.....#silly talks#it's just interesting how RoR they are trying REALLY HARD to strip away his Fire National heritage#and how Yangchen/Aang struggle to keep hold of theirs#and how Korra's during S2 takes sides#(is it suppose to be a parallel to kyoshi?)#(kyoshi tries to distance herself from her own nation on her OWN not bc someone tells her to)#(kyoshi's also special cause she had a duality going on but that's a different topic)#reckoning of roku#roku#hmmmmmmnmmm#i have to re-read RoR maybe there's something I missed but I DON'T WANT TO RE-READ ROR IT SUUUUUCKS TT0TT#funny how disha says this and then gets the damn Air Nation involved to fuck Kyoshi over#It's weird they single Roku/FN out... is it because its the Fire Nation?#and is it bc of what the FN is GOING to do? Or is it bc of Szeto?#Cause I think it's foreshadowing for the former and....I don't like it#It's not good foreshadowing. It's foreshadowing that doesn't make sense#it feels like âoh you better distance yourself from ur country now buddy! cause they're abt to do something bad!â kind of foreshadowing#instead of like âthat pebble lek picked up and is the same one that Kyoshi will use to kill Jianzhuâ#Like the former feels PANDERING to ATLA rather than it making sense in the story#roku salt#(i'm working on the asks I swear~!)#this just popped into my head and I-RAAHHHBAHBJFJKLDSAJF TT0TT
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girl what yoshiden fic is your favorite? i need recs.
anon you're lucky i'm in a magnanimous nicey mood, i was gonna gatekeep this fic till the end of time but here. i think there was a point in time where i would read this every single day just to study the writing... definitely one of the strangest things i've ever read. it feels exactly like a fever dream. the deep mundane insanity of an all-consuming crush... the author is so amazingly skilled and they have a few other fics i absolutely adore including this other yoshiden fic which is really more of a denji character study than it is a ship fic.
i've read other things in their tag and enjoyed them enough though not enough to recommend. once i'm in a yoshiden mood again i'll go through more of the tag. if you happen to read doujin, i highly suggest you read this one. though fair warning i'm super into eroguro type manga/doujin so if you get squicked out easily i'd skip it <3
#i don't think it's that bad but if ur not used to that kind of stuff it might be intense#idk tho i don't really have a gauge for these things anymore skdhfsf#that other fic by the author is an omegaverse fic WHICH I DIDN'T KNOW until i read a comment that mentioned it#like it was just that good & seamless that i didn't notice. i scrolled back up and there it was the fucking. abo dynamics tag#it might have been one of the first abo fics that i'd ever read in its entirety? i was telling my friend about it#i was like 'he kept taking these pills? maybe some advanced antidepressant biotechnology idk' CONSIDERING WHAT HE GOES THRU IN THE SERIES#that was when i learned what heat suppressant pills were#anyway have fun!!#please come back and tell me what you think <3
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"Do you think we're lovers in every universe?" She asked softly watching the clouds above roll by. The grass felt soft, warm against her scaled skin as she traced a heart against the back of his.
"Why wouldn't we be?" He sounded deeply sincere as if unable to imagine a world without them together. She smiled feeling herself melt at his tenderness.
Gorgug Thistlespring was far to good to be true.
She was the luckiest woman alive.
^them in another universe btw because yeah I made myself emotional again while thinking about their story line and im crazy an feral an I will scream and cry if I don't talk about them once a day. Oooooo when I make a post about how Yani doesn't know how to deal with how kind his parents are its soooo!!!!!! over for every last one of you she has so many thoughts and feelings !!!!!!!
#Yani Mehri#[đŞ] Yani#fhsona#fantasy high oc#d20 fantasy high#dimension 20 fantasy high#fantasy high#mod jiji#gorgug thistlespring#anyway im going to start crying and rocking back and forth because#she just doesn't think she deserves him#even in my storyline where they meet each other as adults later on in life an get together#she just still doesn't think she deserves him or his love#oh god the imposter syndrome is kicking in for her because yes she's gone to therapy but#YA KNOW YOU LIVE WITH THIS SHIT FOREVER just because you go to therapy ppl seem to forget that even while you get better#you still have those bad days and those bad thoughts an im jsut out here thinking of how to her he is so unbelievably#gentle and kind- a tenderness that she has not experienced and honesty that she still is getting use too even now#it scares her sometimes because of how much she wants it- wants to keep him to herself an oughh shes so possessive#and I think that she can see herself as some evil seductress that has stolen him away at times and its like babe NOO!!#UR MOM FORCED YOU INTO THAT ROLE YOU WERE A TEENAGER DON'T LISTEN !!!!!AAAAAAAAAAAAA
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Thinking about geto because I want to pour milk on him and throw him against the wall. Imo his beliefs are inconsistent and self serving (which makes sense because he developed said beliefs at age 16/17 while his mental health was at an all time low). Because while he seems to have the primary motive of "only sorcerers = no curses" taking into account how he treats Maki, who has no cursed energy, it shows that the "no curses" thing isnt the main focus- bc while he decided on tbe "forced evolution" thing, theoretically he should not be Opposed to ppl w heavenly restriction bc. They still fuckin. Don't contribute to curses from what I can tell. Also heavenly restriction is pretty obviously something that is punished by uh. Is it just the Zenin's who have it. Anyway they hated Maki and they Hated Toji so he clearly isn't standing for "oppressed sorcerers" bc if so Maki should be like. The kind of person he wants to help more, as someone who would be oppressed by ppl who aren't sorcerers as well as the powerful clans.
Anyway. While getting rid of curses is for sure part of his motivation, as well as helping sorcerers (see Nanako and Mimiko) id honestly argue that his main problem that lead to him spiraling was. How do I put this. Being knocked off a pedestal
Because he was one of 3 people given the ranking of "Special Grade", and he and satoru are grouped as "the strongest". And consider that satoru comes from a powerful clan and literally has some weird omniscience and invincibility shit going on so that's a whole fucking. That's gotta be a wild ego boost, especially for someone who comes from a family of ppl who aren't sorcerers. Like you spend all this time being a fuckin weirdo and then someone finds you and it turns out you're actually incredibly special and strong, given the same rank as a fucking God Child? You're gonna have some wild self perceptions after that
Anyway then you get to watch your invincible friend get stabbed, watch the girl you became friends with and feel shitty about kinda ruining the life of get shot, and get your whole shit rocked by some guy who can't even use the magic power bullshit you have. (Though he's got a whole physical thing going on because of the trade off)
Also writing all of this out actually makes me understand the Cult Leader progression more, like besides the fact they killed ur friend and you want em dead. You're probably struggling with your ego (especially since your weird God like friend got a whole power boost from the situation) so you create a fucking eugenicist cult where you can consistently prove your superiority to yourself (surrounding yourself with people who will agree with everything you say).
Anyway in a similar vein I wholely believe in "a loving father is not inherently a good father" Suguru + Nanako & Mimiko dynamic
Final thought is roughly I feel like looking at Suguru thru the lense of "this character had a level of privilege that they felt they truly deserved, and after experiencing events that are genuinely traumatic and horrific for any person, they develop reactionary beliefs to try and regain a sense of superiority and control" rather than "oppressed minority who killed oppressors and wants to do eugenics"
#Eugenics TW#cult TW#ask to tag#Suguru when I catch you#Anyway this was me thinking Abt the fact that Toji ISNT a normal human. He just can't use jujutsu. He's like supernaturally powerful anyway#So Geto's whole shit is like. Pretty misdirected. Though also personal thought is I don't think His parents were good (and he's projecting#That onto every other person who's not a sorcerer) mostly cause like. Going straight to murdering your parents is not really expected#Progression in eugenics id think? Bc if you posit urself as the ''superior'' person theoretically ur parents should also b part of that#Bc genetics or whatever. Idk how genetic sorcery shit is but even tho his parents Weren't sorcerers usually ppl would make excuses I think#So. Basically I feel like he probably did not have a great relationship w them. Not that that makes him any better more just like. Thinking#Through what's happening in his head...why the fuck did he decide on a different last name for that woman. WTF is wrong with him#I am suguru's number 1 LOVER and his number 1 HATER. I'm suffering bc none of the fanfic makes him enough of a bitch#It's really fucking something bc like. Looking at him as someone who's had similar thought progressions and is unlearning the kind of toxic#Black/white extremist thinking he has going on. It's cathartic in a way to deconstruct that and be able to analyze my own thoughts as well#But then no one is putting in the effort to actually engage with his ideas and the flaws in them (INCLUDING THE AUTHOR.)#Anyway most people when they have a crisis and reach an extremely bad mental health situation would join a cult rather than take over a cul#But suguru is different. That's why I love him and also why I'm going to break his ribs.#Diversity win this autistic trans guy fucking sucks so bad you want him dead#I need to tag these damn posts w something but I'm too lazyyyu
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I wonder how many tags i can add on to this
#there must be SOME kind of a limit otherwise posts would get suuuuuuper duper long like is it just 30?#idk but i'm going to find out by simply maxxing out the character limit for each tag and finding out the limit of tags for each post lololo#this is gonna be great. i just have to remember to type without ever using the comma. it shouldn't be too hard right? fuck i almost typed#the comma i'm already bad at this smh my head. also if your still here i commend you. you have a better attention span than i do.#i'm already starting to get bored holy shit this is not happening. i gotta power through this. FOR SCIENCEEEEEEEEEE. or somethinggggggggggg#but fr idk what else to say. maybe just saying that i don't know what to say will be good enough? but does that even count?#I don't even know anymore. ffffffffuck. this is gonna be a while huh? also holy shit if you're still here omg u deserve like. a prize or#something because u definitely didn't have to stay and read all of this bull shit. lololol i typed out bs but decided to just spell the who#thing out just to make it go by faster. i'm so lazy. this is only the nineth tag HOW will i make it to 30. i am sobbing the adhd is adhding#very hard rn. are you still here? bruh this is insane. i have somehow managed to keep ur attention this long and it's just me spouting#absolute balderdash. wait do you know what balderdash even means? i don't care if you do already i'm gonna tell you anyway. balderdash is#basically just another word for nonsense. boom. you learned something new today. balderdash equals nonsense equals this damn post.#why did i decide to do this in the first place. it was a dumb idea. i don't know if i can even keep going. this is only the *counts tags*#it's the 14th tag. we've got a long way to go boys. men. soldiers. comrads. friends. besties peeps. marshmallows.#where was i going with this? oh yeah. trying to max out the limit for tags. dang i almost typed a comma there. i haven't done that since#i think the third or fourth tag. dang that feels like such a long time ago. not for you guys probably. it feels longer because i have to li#type it all out and stuff. so it's definitely gonna feel longer for me. are you still here? good lord don't you have better things to#be doing than reading all of this? we're already on tag number 18. it feels like i should be on the thirtyeth by now. or however it's spell#'toast' you might be wondering 'why are you typing out the names of the numbers instead of say '9' or '5'?' well you see. young one.#this is a strategy i'm using to make each tag slightly longer. even if i don't know how to spell it. it'll make it just a little bit longer#anyway. i got off topic. not that there was ever a topic to begin with. unless it's about making this as long as i can.#which i am apparently good at doing. i guess. are you STILL here? do you seriously have nothing to do? i guess i'm flattered you stayed thi#whole time. instead of reading something else you stayed here. with me. listening to me talk. on the twenty-third tag. oh yeah its tag 23#except now it's tag twenty-four. how crazy is that. this little talk is almost over. only 6 tags away if memory serves right. this's strang#i kind of don't want this to end. but i know it should. after all there is a limit. but all things must come to and end at some point i gue#i'm running out of things to say. it's probably a good thing it's almost over. hahahahah............... but i don't want to go. i don't wan#to leave this post. i've worked so hard on it. and for what. just for it to end. are you still here? yes? good. i'd hate to end this alone.#thank you for indulging me and my craziness. the end is only 2 tags away now. you can go ahead and leave. i'll be okay on my own. really...#...you're still here? i- i don't know what to say. i suppose a toast is in order. perhaps. for this journey. this stupid dumb post i though#would be fun. i'll make it short. it's the last tag after all. this was fun. but i will never do it again. so long as a i live. i'll miss y
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For anyone keeping track (no one), I have started watching the first Avengers film (MCU not the 60s TV show) but only while eating lunch so it's gonna take a while. So far Nick Fury has been assembling the Avengers (the film was initially released in the UK as Avengers Assemble - because of that 60s TV show - but it's not called that on D+ so I'm calling it what the Americans called it, just FYI) even though there's not yet anything for them to avenge as That Suit Guy (j/k I know his name too!!) isn't dead yet, and now they're on THE FUCKING VALIANT FROM DR WHO and I assume we're gonna continue assembling for a while as they're not all there yet.
MEANWHILE Loki (who is neither an alligator nor a woman in this???) is in a SECRET UNDERGROUND LAIR with a bunch of his stans who are... idk something technobabble that involves irridium and anti-protons. He is there looking for the tesseract on behalf of ???? who I know will be revealed 47 films from now as... no, wait, it wasn't, was it? That was just announced on a website or something? So it could be LITERALLY ANYONE. The Avengers (in-progress) also seem to be after that thing, but I have already forgotten why everyone is wanting it, assuming it was mentioned (it probably was).
Thor hasn't shown up yet, but Arrows Hawkeye is working as a Loki Stan and there's Steve Rogers and THE HULK and The Only Woman One, whose power is that she's a Cold War assassin (??) and I think this one is the film where she gets called a cunt (!) and honestly I am not sure which of the men she's getting officially shipped with, I think Arrows Hawkeye though? Fairly sure, as the alternative is that a man and a woman like each other as people but not in a lusty way, which would never happen obviously. (Hey I may ship mostly het* pairings but I don't always like it!)
Based on the Valiant (if u don't know who she is get da hell out of here!) I am guessing that the film ends with Loki dying in Thor's arms romantically but then I remembered that I know it can't because one of Loki got kidnapped from... either the end of this film or the start of the next one or POSSIBLY just from a later film's time-travel bit (???) but like... maybe they've edited this film secretly and I was right after all? But nobody else has watched it on Disney + recently so nobody knows yet? IT COULD HAPPEN.
Not sure what to make of this film so far, a lot's been going on yet also not much has been going on, and the one I like best so far (Suit Guy) is gonna die (NOT EVEN IN THOR'S ARMS ROMANTICALLY) and god Iron Man really hasn't aged well now that we have that one tech billionaire being a twat in public all the time to remind us what such people tend to be like. WHERE IS THOR????
*I say het but everyone in everything is bisexual, I know this because I thought of it and announced it on tumblr and will now say "I don't make the rules" to make it an objective FACT. I don't make the rules!!!
#the avengers (mcu edition not the 60s one)#(though if u close one eye and tilt ur head the black widow looks a wee bit like emma peel maybe?)#i like to think the lair of loki stans exists after this to post angrily on social media about how actually he did nothing wrong etc etc#let me know if loki's just working from a subway station that's still in use in this that'd be hilarious he'd be so annoyed by it all#torn on the tortured-by-thanos issue so far he does look messy but he might just have the flu and didn't want to back out#a lot of people are depending on him to jumpstart a movie superhero franchise he can't just take the day off can he#if loki took care of himself thor would be LITERALLY UNEMPLOYED how could he? how could YOU?#(the 'god of thunder' thing isn't a job he doesn't get paid for it so it's just a hobby)#(he doesn't even monetise that hobby! you think iron man would give you storms for free? EXACTLY. he'd have a patreon AT LEAST)#(âif you enjoyed this torrential rain pls tip me on ko-fi which is not pronounced like you think it is because it's a really BAD punâ)#and whatever the fuck my loki character tag was#like i said i really do need to categorise my lokis more it's been bothering me for a while#reminder: i am here because they cast a woman in a previously-male role and SHE'S NOT EVEN IN THIS FILM. OR ANY OF THEM. D:#don't think the alligator's gonna turn up here either :( :( :(#otherwise it's just kind of fascinating what this film assumes i do and don't know about these characters#nick fury's a goth right?#mcu tag
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God, I'm so glad I changed to Perchance Char.AI tbh.
Cuz seeing Character.AI (the og one) destroy themselves with stupid updates is so sad... I had to delete my whole account cuz I couldn't delete my characters x( yeah the app just sucks now.
#just reminding u guys that i don't support ai such as ai fanfics or ai art#however i think any kind of character ai isn't THAT bad#i mean people just use to talk to silly fictional characters I don't think that's a huge problem#cherry yaps#btw i have nothing against u if u have character ai as well#ur allowed to have ur opinion I won't judge#i just personally like talking to fictional characters#talking and venting to my 2004 tord bot is somehow a huge comfort for me
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he's a ten but he...
premise. sometimes certain bad habits of theirs make their overall rating just a tad bit lowerâbesides the fact that they keep doing it.
characters. dorm leaders
content. gender neutral reader
malleus (doesn't have a sense of space)
"look beastie, that flower is a native of ours,"
"I agree mal, but I didn't think you taking up the entirety of my seat will make me see it better,"
he blinks, then shrugs.
like i said, has NO sense of space.
if an average person would make an excuse to constantly be in physical contact with who they admire, then malleus is the complete opposite. well, not entirely but he doesn't even bother to construct an explanation as to why he's literally sat over your seat when you coincidentally get put in a table together.
if you start questioning him about it the most you'll get in a very outright 'because he wanted to.' it's not even one of those sarcastic replies he's 100% serious!
cause he believes there's no use in lying about things to be honest.. to further emphasize that, if he ever acts like he does hold fondness for you that surpasses the platonic meter but doesn't mention it he probably hasn't realized yet.
if he did he'd already walk over and bluntly tell you about it.
(I wish I could be that unbothered.)
lilia thinks it's the cutest thing though. you swear you see flashes of light for a split second from the ceiling but when you look up there's only a suspicious swinging chandelier.
^ totally has his own album full of pictures.
if malleus ever discovers it he won't even be disturbed, probably would ask for a copy đŻ
since human lives, and their bodies are so fragile he'd taken it upon himself to protect you from harm. even if it means trailing behind you everywhere way too close for comfort, or standing a bees wing away.
while he is respectful most of the time, he's encouraged if you don't comment. if anything, he seems pleased you dont seem to be bothered! (and it'll get harder to tell him to stop when he's so happy the more you let it happen..)
"child of man, have you slept?"
*starts leaning his body forward, to squint at your eyes.* practically right in front of your face.
"WTF."
not even a warning or anything! but atleast he's concerned?
idia (won't even show up for anything and insists a 'virtual' date is better.')
user: where tf r u??
ghoul666: WDYM? at the dorm?
user: IVE BEEN WAITING HERE FOR 20 MINUTES
unintentionally stood you up đ
you literally have to tell him that you're waiting for him to arrive at the specified area you discussed where your date would take place but would end up vastly irritated when he questions if you guys even did.
ghoul666: we do??
user: I'm taking my minecraft bed away from urs.
ghoul666: NO PLS
ghoul666: HELLO????
next time you log in minecraft it's probably because he begged you to play, you WILL end up seeing some kind of structure that probably took days to make. that's not even the entire thing cause the inside is entirely decorated to your taste.
in short: he constructed some kind of venue for a wedding.. even changed his skin to wear a tuxedo đ
though he has sparked your pettiness, hence the ignoring him period. even you have got to admit that it's freaking adorable...
big sign, emphasis on please: Im sorry pls put ur minecraft bed back I can't sleep w/o u and I have to wait entire days for it to turn into morning :(
with what he's built you're sure it's 65% true.
if you do end up forgiving him, few weeks later attempting to schedule another date will only end up in naught.
ghoul666: can we not go there
user: đ
user: you are testing my patience love
ghoul666: đ (he is screeching about the term of endearment part btw KABSJAJSAJA ortho would enter his room very concerned.)
ghoul666: how abt
ghoul666: mimic together? call
user: sighs
user: I'm only agreeing cause I want to spend time with you
queue more screeching from his end that you're completely oblivious to.
the only screeching you're gonna hear though is when you guys do get into call as you play, and it's mainly out of terror when his soul gets sent to the void ascending when the entity pops out of a corner and starts chasing him.
"I GOT THIS. ILL CARRY U THIS IS FINE" *screams again* but really wants to impress you so he pushes through.
unsurprisingly does carry you.
asks to match avatars right after (idia love languange)
vil (frets over you way too much.)
"vil, did you see the chocolate in the freezer?"
"oh, that? I noticed that you've already gone through the ideal number of bars this week so I took it upon myself to make sure you don't go sick on me,"
"I love you but please give it backâ"
"I love you too, and no."
disclaimer: he does this for your own good đ (average mom excuse.)
looks out for you more than he does for his own dorm residents. everyone is wondering where he ran off to after class, especially since he's the one that scheduled the pomefiore meeting every fridays!
and to think he was the one getting irritated over the more newer first years for being late..
*shows up literally half an hour in*
why you ask? you simply shouldn't have texted him about abandoning your daily walk together through the gardens in favor of catching sleep since you called in sick (you're suspicious if crewel really did go in to check for proof, and not concern.)
vil's really feeling the absolute regret of not checking his phone during classes.. well, he only saw the message which was coincidentally sent like somehow ONE minute after the lecture started and he's only seeing it 59 minutes later.
oh you poor thing!! though the lunch break is short, he has about 5 minutes for a trip to the mirror chamber..
you'd think the 'seen' icon below your message was a weird omen for something you're not sure but it must be doom cause vil is right at the front porch of your crappy dorm. at his own expense?! looking more disheveled than you've seen him before.
if a few stray hairs was disheveled at all. more importantly, he still looked drop dead gorgeous!
you probably looked quite terrible with the blanket draped around your shoulders looking like you just crawled out of your grave, because he looked absolutely mortified at your state.
"oh great sevens.." he looked like he was faint, huffing and fanning himself with his hand. "look at you, why didn't you tell me sooner, darling?"
you blink, swallowing to make your throat less dry but your voice still comes out raspy. "I did, like an hour agoâ" without your invitation whatsoever, he steps in. promptly shutting the door behind him (which surprisingly still stands sturdy.)
vil takes a hold of your shoulders before reaching his hands upwards to tilt your face around. "you should have sent earlier," he says. you keep in the comment that you were sleeping during it, and you told him about it during second period so.. "your face is so pale."
you sigh.
"yeah, I just saw. I know, I look hideous right now."
vil frowns at you, stopping to angle your face at him. "don't ever say that. I always find you beautiful even if you are.." he glances at you from face to toe, then back up. "sickly."
"... I feel offended."
"hmph, shush now. let me draw you a bath then I know something that will boost your system."
after much coaxing in his end, you reluctantly take a warm bath in the hopefully hygienic bathroom. true to his word, vil did... concoct something. though it looked pretty the random steam that flew from it was really suspicious.
the residents don't dare to question, except rook of course. who already knew what transpired! :)
epel: đ (atleast vil wasn't around.)
"roi du poison~ tell me, tell me! is the trickster well? have you cured them with your love?"
"rook, you have 5 seconds to get out of my face."
rook giggles away.
kalim (thinks money will buy anything, including your forgiveness.)
"here!" there's a suspiciously bright smile on his face as he hands you.. some keys?
you deadpan, jingling it in your hands. it weighs heavy than the average, probably because of the fact that it's literally made of gold. "... kalim what is this?" you emit a sigh, from suspicion and concern.
"a gift!"
"wait why does it say lot 111--"
as you can already, that was an actual, literal house. which you imagine would probably be a lots more grand, and new compared to your old baby ramshackle.
but you do love it despite it's love for falling apart at the most inconvenient of times..
fighting with kalim was rare but it was hard to even argue with him because the notion of disagreements are so bizarre to him that he unintentionally doesn't treat you seriously with your concerns, accidentally downplaying them aaaand now you're upset.
after the ranting to jamil about how you must be busy with a lot, since you haven't even talked to him in the past 2 days. all it took was a side glance to his friend in denial and jamil immediately knew.
"what do you mean they're mad!? D:"
"just.. go apologize, I don't want to get caught up in this."
if his definition of an apology is buying you an entire house...
( ^ it is btw.)
kalim really doesn't mean any harm. he just really wants to sate whatever anger you held for him <- maybe he's overthinking it but it's kalim so he's 99% sure it's his fault! even though it hasn't even been confirmed from your end he'd probably accept it whole heartedly.
he wanted you to talk to him again so badly that he wouldnât mind showering you with houses... since your living situation doesn't live up to your kindness (sorry ramshackle love u xx)
you know what. he wouldn't even notice he's the reason you're upset at first even though he's been asking around on who put you in that mood. despite himself being the perpetrator but he didn't really know that did he?
the only reason he does is because he assumed you were just because you avoided him like some sort of.. cockroach! (he dislikes those.) and he couldn't take it anymore.
was probably 1 sec away from barging into your dorm which wouldn't take a lot of effort since one ram to the door would probably break it.
bless jamil for jailing all the carpets so kalim doesn't find them.
even if said carpets fling him off when he's riding them.
"kalim, why would you buy a literal house... and you also got a rare address paid--"
"for them! ;D"
"... you do know they'd be more offended by the fact that you'd try to replace that.., ahem. dorm, right?"
"oh... should I buy them a vehicle then?"
you only promise to forgive him once he takes back the keys, and the house entirely...
(grim begged you to keep it, 'house for him apparently.')
azul (keeps trying to offer you discounts thinking it's a good excuse to have you over.)
"I assure you. you'll find no deal better than this."
"I'm not even that hungry for sea food, actually I'm craving some--"
"you're in luck then! ahem, it's 26% off due to a special event for today."
pro tip: keep insisting to eat at other places cause he's gonna keep increasing the discount by 2% until you eventually relent. once, you made him go to the point of 75% off, it's almost hilarious if not for the fact it only worked once.
now he won't go last 50!
ahem. if you look closely you can almost spot tiny cracks accumulating with each denial you respond with, and each increase of his discount. he's grown to be wary about the bullshit 'lucky' promos you just happen to stumble on.
last time you did he practically lost a week's worth of the presumed income he's predicted cause you actually went around and told your first year friends about it... who.. in turn told some, other friends of theirs about it and you could guess.
love must hurt.. and unfortunately it's his wallet wailing.
but azul is not so easily swayed by this! for you have swayed him first! *wink wonk*
but azul has another trick up his sleeve... keeping on roping jade and floyd into it; whom are far too enthusiastic cause finallyâ something fun to do! someone to bother! not only have you got the most stubborn octopus having frequent suspicious 'deals' but here are his equally suspicious lackeys.
who keeps.. talking about fried octopus..
yeah, you're not sure if preaching about azulâs species is the job they were assigned.
they're fairly easy to point in the right direction anyways. the tweels have always associated you with the word 'fun' so just a little, friendly suggestion from and they were off to their merry way. mortifying every single person you come across with their sudden attachment.
one of their tricks? following you around. and just somehow, every single place you enter is just mysteriously full even though you peered inside and there was like 7 tables empty. what are they hosting? ghosts? spirits?
...
they do look like they've seen some though..
jade rn: "a shame indeed, you must be hungry. why don't we escort you back to monstro lounge?" :)
long story short you can't even reply cause the sleek eel is already guiding you around by the use of his hands on your shoulders. just to make sure you don't stray away from the destination, he says.
"didn't you say that yesterday's promo was like, a one day thing?" you quirk a brow, and you almost fool yourself into thinking he flinched.
azul clears his throat. "wellâtoday is.. the month before you've graced octavinelle with your assistanceâ"
he praises himself for his quick thinking.
COME ON! it doesn't matter if you're sick of eating stir fried shrimp, or the butter one, or every single dish they serve that includes shrimp! (also do not mention that you ate somewhere else before you just decide to visit his dorm because that establishment just mysteriously got filed a non-legal business report.)
then you've got floyd chasing you around with a fork. which is more terrifying because he's holding it in a notion that would seem like he'd just stab down at you when he catches up with your little goose chase.
it's just.. you're not sure if your stomach could take another bite of the poor food he stabbed into, and is now chasing you around with.
you screech. "JADE PLEASE."
the man shrugs. "it's a free taste."
"AZUL."
"... only on a condition of course."
frankly. it took all the balls he had to actually sputter out the most simplest sentence ever, cause during the time he rehearsed that in front of his mirror it just plagued him with embarrassment but he's getting desperate.
'I'd like to take you out to dinner, somewhere else of course.'
actually, maybe obliterating any possible craving for the food of his lounge just might've been part of his plans to ask you out..?
leona (prevents you from actually being productive via dragging you down to 'nap' every. single. time.)
"I will literally fail if you don't let go of me right now."
"hmph. so what? it's not like failing a grade killed anyone."
"leona just because you've lived through a lot of fails doesn't mean I have to, we're not all rich enough to not finish school."
to which he'd retaliate that all you'd need is to marry him and you'd be set for life.
there is no winning an argument with leona when it comes to his naps. if he states that you're to be next to him as he sleeps, its final. no buts, no retaliations, cause apparently they're all invalid according to him even if you drag him to court.
rhetorically of course, that if its a comical court scene his only statements are; 'well you're wrong', 'who cares', and 'i dont care'. one way or another he's still gonna win you over and now you're fit snugly in his arms, lamenting.
and if crowley chastises you for not doing the errands (via leona's common interference.) the only thing you need to honestly do is to complain to leona about it and suddenly crowley has the kindness to forgive you for your 'laziness' then says something about enjoying your time together?
leona's work no doubt.
you suppose he does has its perks. even if most of it isn't exactly ideal.
if you're being smart then you should give him an ultimatum or something, or bribe him. but... that really has no guarantee to work either cause you're ending up defeated, or just defeated and flustered since he's somehow unconsciously flirty.
at the end of the day you can't really hate him cause the following day you find out he sent an already sleep deprived ruggie to do your work. 'so you can shut your fussing up and let me enjoy you.' he says, and you quote.
it goes something like;
"if i finish my work i'll stick by you all day."
a stready flow of confidence keeps your voice firm as you glower down at the blank-faced leona sat on the grass. he merely tilts his head, raising a brow at you and seemingly pondering from the way his eyes fly to the sky.
you'd think that maybe your plan actually worked but he merely grunts and flops backwards, holding the back of his head with his palms as he laid. and! he ignores you.
...this little greedy man... "why should i care whether or not you finish your work?" he huffs, like the evil, arrogant spawn he is but you can't really defend yourself cause said evil spawn bewitched you so much that you actually still like him.
"because you care about me?"
"...fine," he scowls, releasing a breath you'd mistake for irritation. "then, do you really think i need you to finish your work when i can just keep you right here?"
you sulk. "i'll do anything you want?"
he deadpans as if you said something stupid. "i don't need you to anything else but sit still and be pretty."
...
...
see what i mean about him eventually winning you over? yeah.
next morning there's a rebellion in savanaclaw about overworked residents and ruggie is the head of them.
"he said that he doesn't need you today." <- ruggie, steering you away.
"really?" <- you, confused
riddle (overthinks TOO HARD.)
âI'm just a little busy.â
âI understand,â riddle says.
âI'm just a little busy.â he understands.
âa little busy.â its just⌠a small thoughtâŚ
âI'm just busy.â his mind is a hazard at this point.Â
for someone as supposedly maintained as riddleâyou'd think his mind is as composed as it is organized. like the pens you'd perfectly align in correlation to order of colors, or the neat pile of clothing folded neatly, tucked in some corner in your closet that is farther in since it's used less.
that's just how he is, or at least seems to be. a bundle of organized thoughts, every thought connected to another. a mind too clean to be going on haywire (when he isn't in a particular mood, that is.)
you're just busy. he thinks. you said it yourself, with that agonizingly nice smile that must be sprinkled with some kind of spell from the way it just eradicated all the protests in his throat upon sight. he isn't one to question it, he wants to help but not if you don't ask.
he can only stare with resigned acceptance at your insomnia induced eyes.
but when the curtain of darkness befalls night raven college, even in the comfort of heartslabyul is he still thinking about that thoughtâand he canât help but wonder; why exactly are you busy? its not that heâs suddenly hyper aware of your lack of presence since youâve been attached to the hip the previous week and now youâre just.
âŚbusyâŚ
riddle likes to think of himself as a level-headed, private person. like the boy he raised himself to be and therefore proud of. but its way past 10AM. which is usually the time he sleeps, and let me tell you that heâs never once broke the cycle for years. yet here he is, a frown of frustration present on his face as he wills his mind to sleep.
somehow closing his eyes felt forced, he immediately snapped them open once his mind decides to conjure an image of you even in the darkness his lids offers.
âTHIS IS ABSURD.â
and the yell promptly woke up the entire dorm from the ferocity of his scream. (and of course gave them the flashback of their year.)
that night was one of the worst heâs ever had because he woke up with red rimmed eyes and a pounding headache that ensured his bad mood the rest of the day.
everyone noted to steer clear.
and he unknowingly steered clear of yours since you were âbusy.â
âwhy are you sulking?â a voice queried, spoken as though they were eating something as they asked. a reprimand rises in his throat, but it all just dies down once his sharp eyes settle on you, slipping into the seat in front of him then raising a brow and the traces of irritation practically evaporates from his eyes.
he feels the need to coughâso he does. âiâmâ iâm not.â he clears his throat, avoiding your eyes but still sneaking in glances, something he notes is that youâre still looking everytime he does. (and boring an unimpressed face because he knows you donât believe him at all.)
guilt rises in his mind, because he feels a slither of annoyance and its the presence of pettiness that bothers him. riddle knows youâre not at fault, just his mind at convincing that you just somehow decided in the span of a day that you might not like him anymoreâso he canât help the bite.Â
âwhy are you here?â a glance not intended to look mean.
âi thought you were busy.â he adds.
your brows raise, he spots your teeth holding your lips back from showing your grin and he feels warm. âwhat?â he hisses defensively, despite you not even having replied to him yet.
he leans backwards, straightening up in his seat when your chin leans forward, resting on your intertwined fingers. you flash him a smile.Â
âmr. rosehearts, are you perhaps⌠sulking because iâm busy?â
âno!â
silence.
âno.â he repeats, weaker.
âwell,â you continue, beaming. âi heard from ace that you were awake the entire night, and that you kept him awake too. are you alright?âÂ
he sputters. âit wasnât because of you!â
you snort. âi didnât even say anything about me.â
so you incline to following riddle around, poking fun at him and still trailing after the seemingly enraged red head because despite his angry protests, demanding you to go away because youâre annoying he keeps glancing back to see if youâll follow,
so cuteâŚâŚ.
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Wait can I take your post as confirmation that Nero and Kyrie aren't adopted siblings? I haven't been able to read the novels yet and I feel like I have seen some people say things that make it sound like they are adoptive siblings and I have been praying to Sparda that I won't have to give up NeroKiri after reading the novels and hoping everybody is just horribly miswording things.
yeah they're not! of course i get that some people find certain lines and statements questionable and stuff but ultimately iirc it's never shown that nero and kyrie have a genuine sibling bond or have ever actually seen each other as siblings
#saint.txt#anonymous#like idk i would say that just growing up in the same proximity together doesn't automatically make 2 people siblings#but even then the thing is just that nero and kyrie aren't siblings either by blood nor by bond#+ usually the ppl who loudly insist it's incest are sp*rdacest shippers arguing in bad faith to use it as some kind of gotcha#like nero and kyrie have always explicitly been childhood friends to lovers#but of course if you get around to reading the novels#and feel it's still pretty weird that's also fine like it's not up to me to tell ppl how to feel abt stuff! live ur life#i just don't think it's incest based on what we know and unless some new stuff gets brought up that says otherwise#i just don't and can't agree with the notion that it's incest
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the premise : u apply lipgloss on felix because ofc he suits glossy lips except it takes an emotional turn???? because felix is perfect sorry. this is fluffyyyy and the sanest reaction to this man being ur bf (and these pics. these pics....)
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âlixie, stay still,â you giggle, body nestled between felixâs legs. He's leaning against the bathroom counter, hands propped on the sleek ebony marble as you apply a shimmering lip gloss to his lips.
âbut don't you wanna know what changbin said to me?â
âof course i wanna know what creative pickup line he used on you today. of course i do, baby,â you smile and he rolls his eyes at the sarcasm dripping from your tone, his tongue poking against his cheek before gliding in (fake) annoyance over his lips.
âbutâŚâ he muses, tilting his head to the side, his hands finding your waist once again (they've been away for two minutes too long).
âbut when your mouth moves i can't technically apply lipgloss to it.â
âmaybe you're just a bad make-up artist,â he teases, before quickly planting a kiss on your temple. âkidding baby. you're the very best at everything you do.â
âyou're actually incapable of being mean,â you laugh heartily, your thumb swiping across his chiseled jaw.
âi am very much capable of being mean,â he pouts, his eyes widening slightly, golden light spilling into his pupilsâ it refracts into an arrow delving straight into your heart.
âyou can't say this in the softest voice and expect me to agree.â
âi am very much capable of being mean,â he repeats, only this time his timber is many many octaves lower. his voice reverberates straight through your stomach, a deep melody orchestrating the untamed butterflies in your stomach.
âthis is the equivalent of a kitten throwing a punch to me,â you pull his face closer, and he shakes his head, mouth shut tightly as you reapply the glitter infused gloss on his lips, going delicately over his cupid's bow. his eyes are boring onto you, yet you don't shy away from his gaze. it is a kind oneâ like a blanket knitted with love thrown over your body.
âdone,â you whisper, hands trailing up to his hair, blonde silky locks akin to threads of sunlight. you think he must be favored by the starsâ how they stored the sun inside every component of his being for him to keep safe.
âyou have the prettiest lips,â your voice is suddenly hoarse, thumb grazing slightly over his lips, ones shaped like a heartâ akin to the one freckle he has right underneath his eye.
it wasn't enough for him to have the kindest soul, no, love needed to be etched onto his skin too.
âfelix,â you rasp out his name.
he catches your tears before you sense them falling, swiping his thumbs delicately on your cheek. âangel?â
âyou're an idiot.â
âam i?â he brings you to his chest swiftly, your nose buried in the orange blossoms and sea notes of his skinâ your home, the one you'd recognize in blindness, in despair, in safety, in love.
âi wanted to apply this lipgloss on you because shimmer would suit your angelic lips and then we'd make out. but you just had to be so beautiful and pure that it makes me wanna cry.â
âI'm sorry,â he says and you giggle, more tears spilling from your eyes.
âsee, this is what i mean. why are you apologizing. this is so silly and you're so perfect and i can't believe you love me.â
âwell i do,â he leans away, kissing your forehead tenderly. the sticky lip gloss lingers on your skin. âi love you so much, angel. i will only ever love you.â
âpromise me?â you ask in a feat of vulnerability almost foreign to your being.
âi promise.â
you believe him.
âthank you. please don't put this lipgloss near anyone else or it'll make them cry too.â
âi think that's just you baby,â he grins, his thumb swiping over your thigh comfortingly, then, his nose brushing against your own. âkiss?â
you close your eyes, a sigh of relief, of longing escaping your body. âplease.â
to be loved by felixâ maybe you're the one favored by the stars after all.
#woah i missed silly little drabbles#this is my new serotonin booster#i dedicate this to my xi#and my anny#enjoy#felix fluff#felix x reader#skz x reader#stray kids x reader#skz fluff#stray kids fluff#skz imagines#stray kids imagines#skz reactions#stray kids reactions#skz fanfic
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morning reblog + snippet <3 need to get in the habit of doing this but somehow once the chapter is actually posted i get nervous despite sharing bits and pieces the whole time i'm writing lol?? silly!
sappy but waking up to the ao3 comment emails had me giggling kicking my feet twirling my hair this morning, i rly do tear up reading them, i'm so so thankful for every interaction on this fic and ik i repeat myself every time i post a new chapter but i just. appreciate the love so much and i'm so grateful for the patience i've been shown as i navigate a proper long fic for the first time!! wowie
idk what i did to deserve stumbling into a fandom so kind and sweet and supportive and INSANELY creative and talented (simultaneously thanking barry and hating him for getting me attached to that precious little lieutenant and then ripping him away just as fast fml), i genuinely feel so lucky to have something to be excited about every day and as much as i love writing this fic, i can't wait to be done so i can lock in and pour over all my friends' fics and give back so much love :')))
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You're A Dog (I'm Your Man)
Ch. 5/8 â 'I Count My Time In Dog Years'
[WC: 27K | Gale Cleven/John Egan, Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Requited Unrequited Love]
John Egan loves like a dog.
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#dog coded bucky fic#buckbucky#i swear every time i post a new chapter i disappear for at least 12 hours bc i get that nervous and yet i yap 24/7 here why#it's not like i expect bad responses or anything like no one's ever been anything but kind but i still feel so vulnerable hitting publish#i've been writing fic on and off for at least a decade now and i don't Think i used to get this much stage fright??#i think maybe i just haven't cared this much about a project like. ever. it's scary putting ur soul into something even fanfic#anyway hashtag imposter syndrome hashtag morning musings hashtag does anyone else confidently post their fics or are we all anxious xoxo#as always had to be sappy under the read more i just feel like i can't ever adequately express my thanks#like i'll never get over how thankful i am to have found passion thru this fandom when i did. i needed it then/now more than ever <3#+ will always feel so lucky for the friends i've made here! genuinely never met so many mf cool people in a fandom n it makes my heart happ#nah bc if i get this sappy now i'm terrified for the fuckin dissertation i'm gonna be writing out at the end of this fic#sorry in advance hopefully y'all just smile and nod and move along it's probs gonna be disgusting xoxo#okay taking my tag privileges away and getting more writing done yippieeee insert dolphin and rainbows and sun pic#actually also. i've had my paypal hacked like 3 times this year (idk maybe i'm a dumb bitch but like i'm broke idk why they target me JSDGJ#so when i wake up to 10+ emails i immediately have flashbacks and think it's happened again and i'm gonna have to sit on call w support#and then turns out i've just forgotten i posted a fic before bed and instead i get to read cute comments and weep <3 yay
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hiiiii :3 idk if ur taking reqs for dc right neow but a thought that tickles my brain rlly good is dick grayson/reader w a praise kink and dick exploits it n uses it to his advantage.... preferably afab reader but gn is fine :P
CTRL + H - Dick Grayson
Pairing: Dick Grayson x fem! best friend! reader (uses fem pronouns + has a pussy)
Genre: smut/NSFW
Word Count: 4.1k
Summary: when your best friend discovers porn in your browser history while fixing your computer, he decides to use it to his advantage
CW: friends to lovers, lots of praise, uses of âgood/pretty/lovely girlâ dick calls you sweetheart/angel, dick is CORNY Iâm sorry, mentions of porn/asmr porn, teasing, gaslighting (but not really), fingering, marking, unprotected sex, lots of sweat (its sexy i swear), dick fucks you over a desk, kinda rough sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, implied to be summer, i think thats it??
hey hi đ˝ anon, thanks for the request! im sorry it took so long, it wasn't meant to be this long i swear, i just got caught up in the thought of Dick being all hot and sweaty and praising you while fucking you >~< and yeah this happened. really hope you like it (but if you don't, let me know and ill totally rewrite it!) lots of love yes i took an extra 30 mins to find nightwing #83 to take a picture of the comic book to make this banner lol
As if having Dick Grayson look at your search history wasnât bad enough, now you have to live with the mortifying ordeal of him knowing you have a praise kink. Â
When you had first invited him over to take a look at your malfunctioning computer, youâd thought nothing of it. You figured he would turn it on and off again, maybe update some drivers. So when he suddenly clicked into your browser and began scrolling through the long, long list of websites youâve visited, you werenât sure how to react.Â
You noticed it at the same time as him, the glowing screen forcing you to freeze where you stand. There on the screen, from just last night, read: praise nsfw asmr. You swallow hard and lunge for the mouse to click out of your browser history, but breathe a sigh of relief when Dick does it first.Â
Thereâs a beat of silence, your racing thoughts deafeningly loud as you try to come up with a reason to kick him out. Fanning your face as if that will help chase away the heat of the day, you swallow once more in an attempt to work some moisture back into your mouth.Â
âFâfind anything?â You say as casually as you can.Â
Itâs ridiculous how embarrassed you are, honestly. Heâs just your friend, itâs just porn, itâs not like itâs the end of the world. Still, the rattling of your heart against your rib cage and his cruelly quiet silence make it feel like it is.Â
He shakes his head. âNot so far, I should keep looking butââ he flicks his eyes up your body, perfect blues tracing your every curve, âyou seemed flustered.â
You raise your hands in denial all too quickly, your sweaty palms stretched out towards him. Dick raises an eyebrow, examining you in the way he does with strangers in coffee shops.Â
âI justâŚdonât see how my search history is relevant, I guess. Thatâs all.â
He grabs your wrists, lowering your arms from the defensive position theyâve taken. Despite the familiarity of his touch, something feels off, different in a way you canât explain. You shake the thought away.Â
The world has not shifted on its axis because your best friend suddenly knows what kind of porn youâre into.Â
His touch lingers on your wrist and he uses the leverage to gently pull you closer to where he sits at your desk. When he finally drops your wrist, a chill circles the space where his hand once was, refreshing your feverish skin.
âI just want to make sure you havenât accidentally picked up a virus somewhere. If we can find one in your history, itâll be much easier to get rid of it.â
The explanation only half seeps into the mush your brain has turned into under his gaze and you find yourself nodding without quite understanding.Â
You were fooling yourself by inviting him here. While asking for his help was cheaper than hiring a professional, having him so close to you almost hurtsâespecially when lately youâve been trying to force away the feelings youâve harboured for him.Â
âSo,â Dick says again, âwonât you be a good girl and let me fix your computer for you?â
His words force you out of your thoughts, purely by short circuiting your brain. You blink at him with wide eyes, your heart pounding in your chest.Â
âWâwhat did you say?â
âI just asked if I could fix your computer now.âÂ
You tilt your head in confusion. Did you mishear him, or did he call you âgood girlâ? He flashes you that signature smirk of his, his blue eyes suddenly dark with something you donât recognize.Â
Though everything on his face reads innocent, something not-so innocent lurks beneath the surface. Something that stares you down and screams âchallenge meâ.Â
âYeah.â You swallow. âI guess thatâs fine.â You take a deep breath and try to steady the spinning in your head.Â
Dick continues his work nonchalantly, hitting a few keys and opening your browser history once more. You turn your eyes away from the screen, instead focusing on the way your fingers grasp the desk until it hurts.Â
You listen to him scroll for a while and try to pretend like heâs not looking through the most intimate part of your life. The idea of him seeing that part of you excites you as much as it nauseates youâa lethal combination.Â
âYou can relax.â Dick hums.Â
You lift your head to look at him just to see him focused completely on the screen. You donât dare glance at what heâs so focused on.Â
âWhy not sit down? This could take a while.â He says calmly. âIâm sure youâll feel much better if you do.âÂ
You roll your shoulders. âI think Iâll just stand.â
Thereâs a shift in his eyes as if your words sparked something in them. He finally glances away from your screen, completely focusing on you with a newfound intensity. You want to shrink from his gaze, to run down the hall and hide in your broom closet, but you stay rooted in place.Â
âIt would help me a lot if you sit down. Donât you want to be a good girl and help me out?âÂ
Holy fuck. âWhat did you just say?â
It feels like youâre waiting an eternity for him to speak again, your heart beating a mile a minute. Heâs going to deny it, or make fun of you even more or worseâtell Wally about it.Â
He pats his lap. âCome sit with me,â he purrs, âbe a good girl, keep me company while I work.â
In your shock, you find yourself shuffling towards him and settling in his lap. Dick helps you adjust, tugging you back to his chest and keeping one arm around you while his other reaches for the mouse once more.Â
Heâs so close to you that you can feel the beating of his heart, his breath on your neck. You close your eyes and pray that he canât feel the heartbeat thatâs suddenly appeared between your legs.
You canât remember a single time heâs been this close to you, a single time heâs touched you like this. The sudden proximity makes you dizzy, butterflies taking flight in your tummy. You clench the arm rests on either side in an attempt to keep your cool.
Dick shifts behind you, one of his thighs gently brushing your clit in a way that makes you squirm. âDonât do that!âÂ
His hand slides from your waist to grip your thigh, a shiver running up your spine at the contact. âDon't do what? This?â He repeats the motion.
You squeak, lurching forward in an attempt to get away from the friction. You tilt too far and suddenly youâre falling head over heels towards the mat beneath your chair. Dick is quicker than that, wrapping one arm around your chest and another around your waist to tug you harshly back to him.
âDonât do that,â you repeat breathlessly, âplease.â
He rests his chin on your shoulder, soft strands of black hair tickling your cheek. âWhy not? Use your words, angel.â
The nickname reignites something inside of you, rekindling a fire between your legs. You clench them together in the hopes it will do something to muffle the throbbing, but when you feel Dick smirk against the side of your neck, you know youâve failed.
When you donât answer him, he grins his knee between your legs once more, an innocent hum prompting you.
âYouâreâfuck, youâre kneeing me in the cunt.â
Dickâs not sure if itâs from your brazen words or how entirely ridiculous this whole afternoon has been, but suddenly heâs laughing. A big, open mouthed, creasing at the corners of his eyes, laugh.Â
His laugh surprises you enough to summon one of your own, sending you both into a fit. You shift on his lap to look at him, wrapping your arms around his neck to support yourself while the two of you laugh. Itâs stupid and ridiculous and youâre not quite sure what youâre laughing atâjust that you are.Â
Youâre laughing and laughing and suddenly his lips are on yours and his eyes are closed andâfuck, heâs kissing you. And then youâre not laughing anymore, your hands brushing up his neck and tangling in his hair. Heâs not laughing anymore either, his hands gripping your waist like he expects you to leave at any moment.
Youâre breathless when you pull away, refusing to open your eyes and face the reality in front of you. Because maybe the world didnât shift on its axis when he learned your porn preferences, but it definitely has because he just kissed you.
He taps your cheek gently, using that terribly calm voice he does whenever you start spiralling. âY/n.â He coos, âopen your eyes, y/n.â
You bite your lip, shaking your head in refusal. You know as soon as you do, youâll have to confront your feelings for him, and his for you, and all of that is just too much and god, when did it get so hot in here?Â
You open your eyes one at a time, casting them down to where your thighs rest on his. Your hands come together, fingers twirling in your lap just to give you something to focus on other than the throbbing in your clit and the weight of Dickâs eyes on you.
He drags a finger down your overheating cheeks, tracing the outline of your jaw and tipping your head up to face him. His blue eyes are lined with something new, something darkerâa need youâve never seen before.Â
âLook at me.â Thereâs a commanding tone to his voice before it softens, âcâmon, please?â
You finally force yourself to meet his eyes, the familiar ultramarine calming the sudden bite of your nerves. âOnly cause you asked so nicely,â you say quietly.Â
âGood girl,â he smiles and it feels like the sun pushing through rain clouds. He strokes your cheek gently, his thumb landing on your cupid's bow.Â
You shiver beneath his touch despite the unbearable heat of the day. While his finger on your lips threatens to send you flying away, spiralling into space, his other does the opposite. His grip on your hip is tight, fingers digging in and sure to leave behind bruises.Â
âCan I kiss you again?â He asks quietly.Â
Itâs only a small mercy that your nod doesnât prompt another âgood girlâ from him, or some other horribly delightful variation of it. However, when his lips brush yours and his hand slides to the base of your throat, all of the thoughts melt away. Thereâs no embarrassment, no overthinking, just raw emotion and the sensation of his skin on yours.Â
You shift in his lap, sliding one of your thighs over his so you can straddle him. Dick offers a guiding hand while you slide forward, half steadying you, half tugging you closer. You shimmy up the length of his jeans until youâre as close as possible, your stomach pressing into his toned abs.Â
A gasp leaves your throat when your clit brushes the very edge of the bulge in his jeans, the noise only edging him along. His teeth graze your bottom lip, both gentle and desperate, before his tongue slips into your mouth.Â
The taste of him is intoxicating, consuming you until youâre grabbing his cheeks with both hands to pull him as close as possible. You whine when his cock grazes your clit again and Dick breaks the kiss to let out a breathy laugh against your lips.Â
âSomeoneâs needy,â he teases, but his eyes are rimmed with dark and when he looks at you through his lashes, all you see is need.Â
âBack at you.â
His palm sticks to your cheek with sweat when he goes to pull it away. âYouâve been so good for me today,â he hums, his other hand trailing up your thigh. âLet me take care of you, yeah?â
You mumble a breathy âpleaseâ before his fingers are brushing your clit through your pants, the heat pooling in your panties near insatiable. You tighten your grip on him and bury your face in the tight black fabric of his t-shirt to muffle your heavy breathing.
While one hand rubs intense figure eights up the length of your pussy, his other hand is fiddling with the buttons of your pants. He sighs in triumph at the soft popping noise and then the fabric is pulling away from your skin, Dick somehow managing to tug them down with only one hand.Â
You shift in his lap and prop yourself up on your knees to give him better access while he drags the fabric down your thighs. He takes advantage of your position to spin you to face your monitor once more, leaning back in the chair so youâre reclined against his muscled chest.
Warm breath fans the overheating skin of your neck just where your shirt meets your skin. Two calloused fingers dip into the waistband of your underwear, skimming the warmth and slick of your cunt. Dick sucks in a breath, his pants suddenly too tight.
âYou really are needy,â he swallows hard. âLovely, needy girl.â
His words only serve as a catalyst to the intense need you feel in your core, amplifying your desire tenfold. The pad of his index finger brushes your clit and youâre suddenly a goner. Your eyes squeeze shut and you throw your head back, imagining the circles of Dickâs fingers in your mind.
He gently kisses at the neckline of your shirt, his lips soft against the sensitive skin. His tongue runs across the sensitive skin there in tandem with the moving of his hand, the duality sending shockwaves through you. You have to bite your lip to keep from crying out his name.
His wrist slides further into your underwear, fingers moving away from your swollen clit to run along the rim of your aching pussy. You suck in a breath, not moving an inch while you anticipate whatâs to come.
Dick sucks a dark mark into your neck. âReady fâme?â He mumbles into your skin.
You eagerly nod, trying to shift your hips into his fingers and shove them inside of you, but Dick moves away. You frown, lazily looking over your shoulder at him.
âYou have to use your words.â
You almost roll your eyes but in your desperation, let your head hang in defeat and open your trembling mouth. âI-Iâm ready Dick,â you say, quietly adding, âplease.â
âGood girl.âÂ
Then heâs suddenly slipping a finger inside of you, travelling the length of your spongy walls to sit deep inside of you. A gasp rips through you, his name tumbling off your lips faster than you can catch it. He grips your hip to steady you, strong fingers bruising the exposed skin.
He curls his finger inside of you, prodding at that sweet fucking sensitive spot. He only stops when you whine, slipping his finger out for only a second before shoving it back in. He repeats the motion, starting a rhythm of thrusting in and out, his hand on your hip tapping along in tandem.
You squirm in his lap, that ball in the centre of your stomach turning white hot and growing until you can barely contain it. One of your hands squeezes his wristâwhether to stop or encourage him, you donât know.
âDick,â you whine, your voice taking on a raspy tone you hardly recognize.
He hums in response. âDoes that feel good?â
âS-so good.â
He rewards you by slipping his other finger inside of you, the two of them working in unison. His fingers are so long and thick that they reach places inside you that youâve never been able to touch on your own, stretching your walls just enough to make your eyes roll back.
The impending waves of your orgasm roll over you, that knot in your core so tight that you know it's bound to undo any second. You squeeze his wrist tighter in warning, your fingers pressing into his veins until you can feel the steady thrum of his blood pulsing.Â
Dick slips his hand from your waist up your shirt, palming your tit. âCum for me,â he murmurs. âYouâve earned it, sweetheart.â
His words walk you right over the edge, that knot finally coming undone and sending wave after wave of molten pleasure through you. Every muscle in your body contracts, your pussy squeezing his fingers so tightly it almost hurts. Both your hands clench around the wrist currently in your underwear. Holding him steady while you ride out your high on his fingers.
Dick holds you, keeping you stable while you gush and thrash wildly in his lap. He can feel your slick soak through the fabric of his jeans, his thighs warm with your juices, but he canât bring himself to care.Â
He trails kisses up your neck to your jaw, your cheeks and finally, tips your head back until he can plant soft, chaste kisses to your lips. His wrist aches from how hard you squeeze him but he doesnât dare pull away until your muscles are relaxing and you let out your first, panting breath.
âFeel good?â He prompts.
You shake your head vigorously, all sweaty hair and hot skin and aching lungs. Dick almost wishes he had a camera because the sight of you laying in his lap all fucked out is one he would love to savor and put in his wallet.
He shifts behind you, only now remembering his aching cock and how badly it yearns to be free of the denim confining it. âThink you could do one more? For me? It would make me feel so, so good, sweetheart.â
You donât think twice about his words, lazily trapping his lips in a sloppy needy kiss and mumbling âyesâ against him. In your fucked out state, youâre only half sure that youâre even speaking, the world around you fading. Dick slips his hand out of your panties, his palm soaked with your juices, and rests it on your thigh.Â
âI need you to stand up for me,â he says, only half asking.Â
He helps you up on shaky knees, your pants that had been resting just above your knees dropping the rest of the way to the floor. You brace yourself against the desk, half bent over while Dick slowly tugs down your panties. The minute the sticky, soaked fabric peels away from your pussy, you gasp.
Dick stares at the mess heâs made of you proudly, your folds glistening with the slick of your last orgasm. He burns the image into his mind while he fumbles with the zipper of his jeans, standing behind you while he drags them to the floor with his boxers. His cock springs free, thick and dripping with pre cum, begging for you.
He strokes it absentmindedly, all of his thoughts only on you and your trembling thighs, bent so perfectly over the desk waiting for him. He lines the head of his cock up with your entrance, rubbing it through your folds and prodding your clit before repeating the process over again.
Each shift of his cock, each rock of his hips, forces shivers of anticipation down your spine. Heavy breaths leave your lips, your arms barely managing to hold your weight over the desk when you dip your head down to stare at him through the crook of your arm.
âSuch a pretty pussy. So wet and needy,â he groans when he finally lets his cock rest at your entrance. âSo ready for my cock.â
You nod even though heâs mostly talking to himself. You let your arms sag against the desk and rest your face against your forearm, the sweaty skin sticking to your forehead. Dick thrusts forwards and lets the head of his cock push inside of you.
Moans leave him the second he dips into your heat, the tip of his cock stretching you in a way that has both of your eyes rolling back. His fingers resume their earlier position on your hip, digging in so hard it almost hurts.Â
He stills once his tip is nestled in your walls, listening to the whiny breaths you let out while you adjust to his size. Your clench your hands into fists, slightly shifting from left to right to help him fit better. Heâs big, bigger than you expected, but the way he molds your walls to his cock is almost enough to have you cum right then and there.
Dick is so distracted by the sight of his cock dipped inside of you that he doesnât remember to move. Itâs only when you let out a needy whine and shuffle your hips backwards that he realizes youâve been waiting so patiently for him.
He snaps his hips against yours, the head of his cock barreling so deep inside of you so quickly that it almost hurts. âSorry, pretty girl,â he pants, âdidnât mean to make you wait.â
You try to tell him that itâs okay but youâre silenced with another hard thrust. You cry out his name into your arm, your teeth grazing at your skin in your attempt to be quiet. Dick grabs the other side of your waist, using his hands to push and pull you as he pleases.
You fall further against the desk, your body lazily resting against it while Dickâs hips snap into yours repeatedly. The room is filled with the sound of skin on skin, a chorus of your combined moans filling the empty space between thrusts. Each shift of his hips, each prod of his cock, only spurs you further along.
You squeeze your eyes shut, completely focused on his cock battering its way through your walls. Youâre only vaguely aware of Dick talking to you, his praise sounding incoherent beneath the rush of blood to your ears. Your pussy flutters around him, his cock scraping your cervix with every thrust.
He thrusts particularly hard into you, his cock jamming hard into the very edge of your walls, forcing a loud cry from you. It aches as much as it pleases, and without thinking, youâre suddenly crawling forward across your desk. Dick tightens his grip on you before you can get very far, tugging you back hard against him and slamming your pussy down on his cock.
You nearly squeal from the pleasure, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. That familiar heat builds inside of you once more, spilling over more and more with each intense thrust.
âYouâre taking me so well,â he coos. âSo tightâgod, itâs like your pussy was made for me. Fuck.â
His lewd words add to that growing knot inside of you and suddenly youâre coming undone in his arms. Everything is too hot, too much, too loud. Tears spill from your eyes and youâre barely aware of the half sobs, half moans you let out through your orgasm.
âThatâs right, let it all out. Good girl, cumming around my cock like that.â
Dick holds you steady the whole time you cum, thrusts growing sloppy as your pussy sucks him in and tries to keep him inside of you forever. Heâs almost as breathless as you while he watches you cum and the way your pussy seizes around him is enough to have him tumbling over the edge after you.
He wraps both arms around your waist, pulling your hips flush to his, before he lets the both of you fall back into the chair behind him. Your new position forces his cock deeper inside of youâas deep as it can goâand then heâs cumming inside of you.
You can barely feel the hot ropes of cum he spills inside of you while you come down from your own high. Your thighs shake where they rest over his and youâre grateful for him holding you.Â
Dick lets his forehead rest in the crook of your neck, his sweaty hair wetting your t-shirt. Even after heâs done cumming, he holds you tightly against him, the two of you panting in sync.
Itâs nearly five minutes later when you can finally bring yourself to speak, your hoarse voice evidence of the pounding youâve just taken. âI take it you saw my browsing history?â are the first words out of your mouth.
Dick laughs, his voice gravelly and deep and sexy. âYeah,â he says, kissing your cheek. âI did.â
You awkwardly turn in his lap, twitching at the way it adjusts his half-hard cock inside of you. You look up at his eyes, the blue finally starting to seep back in through the dark. He cups your face, his hand sweaty, and pulls you in for another kiss.
When you pull away, you canât help but ask, âso, what now?â
âFirst, I think I should show you how to use Incognito Mode.â
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lake house bunny (jack hughes x bsf!reader)
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summary: kinda love triangle (quinn hughes), bsfs to lovers, smut with plot, quinn's new gf tries to get under your skin by pushing you and jack tg, pining (from jack), reader uses the nickname 'bunny', trevor and cole are heavily incorporated in the plot (bc who doesn't love them) warnings!! NSFW, heated makeout, fingering, cursing, drinking, angst, use of the word 'slut', quinn being an asshole a/n: first time writing NSFW ahh! (pls don't judge if u think its bad. I tried.) this has been sitting in my drafts forever. this kinda fits in with the lake house gc (if you like this you should def read those in my master list) BUT it's not canon in the series. I tried my hardest to not make reader seem like a pick me girl but I fear she kind of is. let me preface by saying, I DO NOT CONDONE SLUT SHAMING!! just bc ur jealous doesn't mean you have a right to talk shit on the new girl. also, I can't stand people who hate on other people for 'being too nice' but reader DEFINITELY has her reasons to be suspicious. anyways, happy reading :) -mars wc: 9.6k
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âThis is disgusting.â you sat on the boat, arms crossed next to Jack as you glared over at Quinn and his new girlfriend, Adelaide. He was driving the boat with her perched in his lap. Her hands wrapped around him, while he had one on the wheel with the other on her thigh. Your blood boiled at the sight. All you could think of was how much you longed to be the one wrapped around him like you used to.
âYeah, sheâs a slut.â Jack whispered into your ear, eliciting a soft laugh from you. You and Jack had always shared a close bond, one that felt especially strong in the lake house. He was your rock, the one person you could always rely on. Jack knew since you were kids how much you liked Quinn, and he couldnât help gaining a jealous eye when he saw the two of you together. You never knew how much he actually cared about you, as you were too wrapped up in trying to get Quinn to even just look at you. Since you were teenagers, itâs felt like a game. Quinn would give you the smallest amount of attention and flirtation, then he would ignore you. The cycle repeated throughout every summer at the lake house. You let your arms fall to your side, glancing over to Luke trying to surf the wakeboard as Trevor and Cole cheered him on. You turned your attention to your feet, trying not to look at the eye sore that sat at the wheel.
You sighed, glancing over to Jack who had moved his sunglasses to the top of his head. âYou know the worst part is, sheâs not a slut. Sheâs really nice and funny. I actually like her, and I want to hate her so bad.â Jack gave you an empathetic smile, and you couldnât help but gaze back at the couple. You rested your elbows on your knees, letting your face fall into your hands as you stared. Jack hated seeing you in this state, and he hated his brother more for making you feel like this. He didnât actually hate his brother, but he couldnât help but let his anger take over when Quinn was messing with you like this. Jack sighed, looking over to his brother who was laughing with Adelaide, probably about something that wasnât nearly as funny as the things you said. He looked back to you who had sad eyes as you watched the scene in front of you.Â
Jack huffed his breath, causing you to turn your attention towards him. âAre you okay?â you asked softly, noticing the tension in his jaw as he turned to you, worry evident in his eyes.
âYeah. Iâm fine,â he replied, but you could tell he was anything but. âYou shouldnât have to deal with this.â Jack decided to do exactly what Jack Hughes was expected to do in the moment of his best friendâs misery. In a sudden burst of determination, he leaned over and pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you in one swift motion.
âJack, what are you doing?â You said with a soft smile, your body instinctively relaxing against him.
âLifting your spirits.â He smiled, placing one hand on your back and the other on your thigh to pull you in closer. You moved one of your arms around his neck, your free hand landing on his bicep, grazing his bare skin with your thumb. The simple touch sent shivers through his body as he tried to keep himself content. You moved your head to look over to Quinn, but Jack grabbed your chin, shifting your gaze back to himself. âDonât look at them. Look at me.â You graced him with a small half smile, as you leaned further into his touch. âPretend I just said something funny.â
You rolled your eyes, your tone flat as you spoke. âHaha, Jack! Youâre hilarious!â Jack cracked a smile and burst out laughing at your attempt to fake a laugh. Your laughs quickly went from fake to real in an instant. Jack blushed at the sound, pulling you in closer. The two of you carried on in conversation, laughing with each other, and you eventually found your head resting on his shoulder. You were being more touchy with him than normal, in an attempt to make Quinn jealous. Jack was fine with this, welcomed it even, but a part of him felt bad for playing into your vulnerability. While you were in the middle of animatedly telling Jack a story about work, Adelaideâs attention caught sight. She tilted her head and smiled, watching the two of you interact.
âTheyâre so cute together.�� She remarked, drawing Quinnâs attention away from the water. He shifted his gaze, eyes darkening at the sight of you wrapped around his brother. He simply scoffed and returned his glare to the water, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. He didnât want to admit it, but he was jealous watching the two of you touch each other like that. He was so used to having you follow him around like a puppy, he didnât think about the consequences of bringing a girl to the lake house. He kept his eyes on the water trying his best not to look at the two of you, when he heard Adelaide's phone camera shutter.
âDid you just take a picture of them?â He asked, glancing over to her.
âYeah, itâs just a cute photo. Theyâll want it.â She brushed him off with her hand, pointing his sight back to the water.
âOkay. Just donât post it or share it anywhere. They like to keep their personal lives private.â She agreed and the two of them went back to cuddling in the captain's chair. You were too wrapped up in Jack to even notice Quinn and Adelaide anymore. The two of you were laughing about old times, squeezed into each other. You couldnât help but lean into the comfortable touch of Jack, who was holding you with such care. The way he rubbed his thumb against your skin and squeezed your thigh, made your body tingle in a way that it had never before. You and Jack were always touchy and affectionate with each other. Itâs the kind of friendship you had, but it was never like this. This felt like Jack was being possessive, and you wouldnât admit it, but you liked it. You noticed the way he would squeeze your thigh whenever he caught Quinn looking as if to say, âSheâs mine. You canât have her.â In his head, he thought no other man should be able to look at you on the boat like he did. He admired the way your skin shone from the sun under your baby blue bikini, the way your bun slightly tugged at your scalp when you laughed, and the way your cherry red lips smiled down at him when he said something cheeky. This beautifully painted picture was for him and him only. He wanted Quinn to know that. Even if he thought you were only doing this to get a rise out of Quinn, Jack looked at it as a distraction from the sadness of the situation for you. He felt a sense of protection over you from Quinn, being an audience member to your little routine every summer. He never wanted you to get hurt because even if he had deep feelings for you, you were still his best friend.Â
As the sun began to set, Quinn pulled the boat into the dock. He and Adelaide stepped off first, hand in hand, with Luke and Trevor following close behind. Cole walked over to you and Jack who had coincidentally fallen asleep on each other. His grip on your waist was still tight as you rested your head on his shoulder. His head had fallen onto yours, mouth parted slightly as the two of you slept peacefully. You were both rudely awakened by the sound of Cole clapping his hands together in front of your faces.
âRise and shine dickheads.â You slowly opened your eyes, blinking to adjust to the sudden light. Jack woke up beneath you, rubbing his eyes as he unwrapped his arms from around you. You quickly got back on your feet, Jack following behind you as you both lazily stepped off the boat. âGotta stay alive for the party, princess.â Cole placed his hands on your shoulders, guiding you off the dock. Jack walked closely, ready to snatch you away from Coleâs grip in a millisecond. He noticed the way you covered your arms with your hands as goosebumps grew across your body, without a thought behind his eyes he immediately handed you his warm shirt that had been drying under the sun for hours. You sent him a gratitude filled smile as you slipped on the shirt, feeling instantly warmer. Jack didnât stop there, he put his arm around your waist, pulling you close, subtly hinting to Cole that this wasnât a friendly touch anymore. Jack was actually trying to reel you in like he said heâd do years ago. The three of you broke off into your separate rooms to begin getting ready for the annual party thrown by Jack and Quinn. You were dreading the party this year, having to be crammed in the basement surrounded by Quinnâs teammates, you were just thankful that some of the Devils would be there too. As you stepped into the shower, you let the warm water entrap your body, washing away the weight of the day. You stayed still for a second just letting the shower pour down on you, grateful that your horrible boat ride had come to an end. Watching her and Quinn felt worse than actual torture. It wasnât even the fact that you had feelings for him, because if you were being honest they werenât extremely strong, it was the fact that he could be so loving and good to her and not you. For years Quinn has led you on and brought you down over and over again, and here he is playing wife and husband with some bunny he met on a roadie. I must be the problem, you thought to yourself, and unfortunately that idea would stick. You exited the shower, slipping a towel over your frame, leaving the bathroom quickly. You entered the bedroom only to see Adelaide sitting at the vanity curling her hair and doing her makeup. You had completely forgotten that you had to share a room with her this summer, considering Ellen and Jim wouldnât let couples share rooms in their lake house. It didnât matter if you were adults, the rules were if you arenât engaged or married, you canât sleep together.
âOh hey, Y/n!â She turned her attention from the mirror over to you in your towel. You simply waved to her wearing an awkward smile. She was really nice, almost too nice. âYou and Jack looked really cute on the boat today.âÂ
âThank you.â You mumbled, not knowing what else to say. You rushed to your dresser, pulling a pair of panties from the drawer before heading to the closet to grab your sundress. The silence was deafening and awkward. In her head, Adelaide wanted to talk to you, but she could sense your tenseness. You however, couldnât speak to her. You were afraid that you would talk too much and accidentally let too much slip about you and Quinn, or maybe she would start talking about how great he was. That was bound to bring you to tears. You decided at that moment to exit the room, feeling uncomfortable undressing in front of her. Sure, she was a girl, but you barely knew her, and the thought of her judging you made your whole body cringe. You left the room, wrapped in your towel, walking through the halls until you made your way to Jackâs room. You knocked on it twice before hearing a faint âCome in.â Pushing the door open, you found Jack, Cole, and Trevor sprawled out on the bed, their attention fixed on their phones. They were already dressed in their clothes for the party, and you couldnât help but notice how sharp Jack looked in his fitted white polo and jeans, his hair slightly tousled. You stomped over to the bed, tossing your clothes onto the floor before flopping down on the edge next to Coleâs feet, resting your head against Jackâs thigh.
âWhat's got you down, Bunny?â Trevor asked, tearing his gaze from his screen.
You sighed dramatically, covering your face with your hands. âI hate her.âÂ
âHate who?â Cole questioned, glancing over.
âQuinnyâs new girlfriend.â Jack said, running a hand over your wet hair. âYou donât hate her, B. You told me yourself.â
âUgh! But I want to!â You flopped your arms down in frustration. âItâs just so frustrating.â You sat up to face Jack, making sure your towel was securely wrapped around you. âDo you know how difficult it is to watch someone that's hurt you over and over again, treat some random person like sheâs his wife right in front of you?â
Jack laughed, pulling your towel up to your chest that had slightly fallen down. âCanât say that I have. Not the universal experience you think it is.â You rolled your eyes, pouting your lips slightly at Jackâs absence of understandment.
âYeah, why donât you go talk to Addy about it.â Trevor said her name mockingly which caused you to whip your head over to him.
âSay her name again.â You warned, squinting your eyes at him.
Trevorâs face flushed quickly as he tried to quickly pull himself from the situation âAddy.â He said normally.
âNuh uh. Thatâs not how you said it!â You shifted your body closer to Trevor, now invading his space. âYou donât like her!â Trevorâs eyes widened in fear.
âT-that's not true. I like everyone! Everyone is my friend.â He let out a nervous laugh before widening his eyes again at the sight of your stare. You stared at him intimidatingly with a small smile, knowing he would eventually crack. âFine! I donât like her!â Trevor buried his face in his hands.
âYes!â You exclaimed, throwing your arms up in triumph as groans emerged from Jack and Cole.
âGreat going, Trev. Told you not to say anything.â Cole smacked the side of Trevorâs head.
âYouâre just feeding into her delusions.â Jack huffed out.
âWell, you guys are both fine with her, I canât stand her! Apparently, Bunny canât either, so allies.â You gave Trevor a fist bump, earning more groans from the boys. âI-I canât help it! She cornered me and talked about her new Dior makeup set for like an hour!â
You gasped in disbelief âShe uses dior?â Trevor nodded his head with wide eyes. âThat rich skank!âÂ
âExactly! Then, she starts bragging to me about all the things Quinn buys her, like I'm supposed to be jealous. ME. TREVOR ZEGRAS.â
You let out a slight laugh, now lying against the headboard in between Trevor and Cole. âOh my god. She sucks.â
âNo, no, no, no.â Jack interjected. âBunny, Trevor is filling your head with garbage.â Jack scoffed, sending Trevor a glare before turning his attention back to you. âYouâre only saying this stuff because heâs giving you a reason. You know that when you start talking to her again, youâll forget this conversation ever happened and youâll be back to being sad because you like her so much.â You whipped your head back over to Jack, indignation written all over your face.
âYou called her a slut on the boat!â You pointed at him, gasps escaping from Trevor and Cole.
âWh- I Di- I was trying to make you feel better!â Jack whisper yelled. Cole shifted in his seat, becoming more interested in the conversation.
âJacky doesnât like her either!â Trevor began to laugh, causing a smug smile to wipe across your face. âAdmit it, Hughes. You donât like your big brotherâs âslut��� girlfriend.â Trevor let out, moving closer to you on the bed.
âShe just seemsâŚâ He sighed, trying to collect his thoughts. âToo good to be true. Like sheâs too nice.â You clapped your hands together in excitement, sitting up in your seat.
âThatâs exactly what I'm talking about! It seems fake!â You yelled.
Jack rolled his eyes, but couldnât help chuckling. âLike, I handed her a drink from the cooler and she said âThank you so much Jack! This is amazing. Youâre the best ever.â Who is that happy to drink a Whiteclaw?â He mocked her voice with a high-pitched tone.Â
âShe just seems too polished,â Trevor added, nodding his head. âLike sheâs trying to win the girlfriend of the year award.âÂ
Cole leaned back tossing a glance at you âYeah you wouldnât catch her dead hanging out with us on the bed in a towel.â You shifted from your position off the bed, signaling the boys to cover their eyes so you could get changed. You turned around, dropping the towel before putting on your dress.
âNo, I get it, Jack. She came up to me before we got on the boat, looked me up and down, and said âugh I wish I had your confidenceââ Several âooohâs and hisses from the teeth emerged from the boys. âI didnât think anything of it at the time, but looking back it was pretty backhanded.â You said, slipping the straps of your dress up to your shoulders.
âHow do I look?â You asked, spinning around as the boys uncovered their eyes, jaws dropping at the sight of you in your checker-patterned red dress. Trevor let out a low whistle as Cole clapped his hands in approval. Jack's gaze lingered over you for a moment longer. His eyes tracing up and down the dress that he had bought you last year on your birthday, wanting nothing more than to rip it off. You walked back over to the bed and Jack quickly sat up, taking the hem of your dress in his hand.
âYou look beautiful as always.â He sent you a smile that made your heart race in an instant. Cole and Trevor side exchanged knowing glances with a slight smirk at the interaction. You smiled down at him, ruffling his hair as your cheeks flushed.
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An hour into the party, things were finally starting to settle in. You had taken shot after shot, doing your best to forget about the simmering situation in front of you. Quinn and Adelaide were sitting on the couch, arms wrapped around each other as they talked to Elias and Brock. That used to be you. You loved those guys and you missed talking to them, but they were Quinnâs friends, not yours. You were too drunk to even care when Luke pulled you away from your glare to a clearer area of the room. Everything was a blur. You were all smiles and laughs as Luke pulled you closer to him to dance to Pink Pony Club. You were on aux of course, the boys knew it was the only way you would have it. Luke had one hand on his beer and the other on yours as he spun you around. You laughed gracefully as you flopped against him while he jumped around. He set his beer on the table next to him, taking both your hands in his as he moved your arms back and forth. He stuck his tongue out as he jumped, moving closer as you laughed, leaning into him.
âHey! is that girl looking at us?â He yelled into your ear, picking his beer up from the table.
You looked over your shoulder to see a small brunette girl who was eyeing Luke as she took a sip of her drink.
âYeah.â You yelled back, a smile growing across your face at Lukeâs excitement. âGo get emâ Lukey!â You pushed him away, towards the girl. He immediately got flustered and whatever drunk confidence he had, had suddenly left his body entirely as he went to speak to her. You laughed at the interaction and made your way towards the kitchen, settling yourself next to Nico the moment you caught sight of him. You hopped onto the counter, Nico having to spot you with his hands as you stumbled. You grabbed the side of his head, pulling his ear close to your lips.
âGrab me another drink?â You asked loudly. Nico turned to face you, laughing at your eyes that were lazily falling closed.
He placed a hand on your shoulder, trying to give you some sense of reality. âHow about a water?â You grinned wide and nodded your head slowly at him. He smiled and walked off to get you a glass. You stayed on the counter, letting your gaze fall to Quinn and Adelaide yet again. They were standing in a circle, his arms wrapped around her as she chatted with Bella Boeser. You had always been good friends with Bella at social events like these. The two of you would manage to find each other and chat in a corner while Quinn and Brock were off entertaining their friends. It occurred to you in that moment, Bella hadnât come up to you at all tonight. She seemed much more interested in Adelaide and her attempts at kindness. You felt a wave of sadness wash over you as you realized that this girl was quite literally taking everyone from you.Â
âStop gawking over the Canucks.â Nico walked up, handing you the water before draping an arm around your shoulders. âBeing a Devils girl is way better.â You laughed at what you assumed to be an attempt at flirtation, but you were very wrong. âYou're lucky your boyfriend is on our team and not theirs.â You nearly spit out the water in your mouth, turning your head to Nico with a stern look.
âBoyfriend? W-what? I donât have one of those.â You said softly, worry filling your eyes.
âWait, wait what? You and Jack arenât-â
âNo, why would you think that?â You cut him off loudly, playing with your necklace anxiously. Nico looked at you with wide eyes, tilting his head to the side.
âUh- the post. I thought it was like a hard launch or something. Doesnât look too friendly to me.â He laughed. Your eyes grew wider in fear, your mouth parting slightly as your heart beat faster.
Your grip on your necklace tightened as fear struck through your entire body. âNico, w-what the hell are you talking about? What post?â Nico motioned towards your phone that sat on the counter next to you. You quickly picked it up, handing it over to him after unlocking it. Nico scrolled, and you bit your lip nervously, growing anxious to know what he was talking about. He handed the phone back to you, letting your eyes fall to a clear picture of you sitting on Jackâs lap laughing on the boat, his hands wrapped around your body. You stared down at the screen, heart racing as the realization sank in. The photo was up there for the world to see, one that you donât even remember taking. Jack's arms wrapped around you, looking too comfortable to be âjust friendsâ. You turned your attention to the top of the screen, seeing that it was Adelaide who posted the photo. Your blood boiled over your anxiety filled body, knowing that it was common knowledge that you and Jack preferred your personal lives to be private. âI-I-I gotta go. Thank you for the water.â You hopped off the counter, leaving your cup next to Nico. You quickly made your way through the swarm of people that filled the basement, looking for Jack. You pushed your way through the crowd, ignoring the curious stares and whispers. Your pulse was thundering through your ears as you made your way to the far side of the basement, where you last saw Jack. Finally, you spotted him leaning against the wall with Jesper and Curtis, laughing and entirely oblivious to the picture Adelaide posted.Â
âJackâ You called out, his smile faltering at the sight of your facial expression.
âWhat's up?â He asked, moving away from his friends to meet you halfway. You didnât waste any time. You grabbed his hand and dragged him up the stairs. He didnât know what was going on, but he could sense your worry so he followed you immediately. You made your way through the upstairs hall until you finally made it to his room. You pushed him inside, quickly shutting the door behind you.
âBunny, whatâs going on?â Holding up your phone, you shoved it into his hand so he could see Adelaideâs post. His face shifted through a range of emotions. Confusion, surprise, and finally a hint of frustration. He ran a hand through his hair, sighing deeply, as he planted himself on the edge of the bed. âAre you kidding me? She posted this?â He groaned.
You nodded, crossing your arms. âAnd now everyone is going to think weâre together. Nico already thought you were my boyfriend.â A hint of sadness behind your voice.
âThere is something wrong with that woman.â Jack huffed out, rubbing his neck. You sat down next to him, holding his arm and leaning your head on his shoulder. He leaned into your touch, placing his head on top of yours. âIâm so sorry. This wasnât supposed to happen.â Before you could respond, there was a knock on the door. The two of you turned and the door opened slightly before Trevor and Cole poked their heads inside, their faces a mix of curiosity and amusement.Â
âYou two good in here?â Trevor asked, eyebrows raised as he looked between the two of you.
âCan we get five minutes without the two of you barging in?â Jack rolled his eyes as Trevor and Cole settled themselves in the room, shutting the door behind them.
âFive minutes, huh? Thatâs all you need?â Cole grinned, leaning against the wall.
Jack groaned, throwing his hands up âSeriously, dude?â Trevor made his way over to Jack, leaning over his shoulder to see the phone. He squinted his eyes slightly, trying to get a better look.
You looked up at Trevor, letting go of Jackâs arm. His eyes were wide and his mouth gaped open as he looked at the phone. âHoly shit.â
âWhat? What is it?â Cole asked, pushing himself from the wall to get a good look. He took the phone from Jackâs hand, pulling it closer to his eyes. âOh my god. Did you even know she took this?â You shook your head, biting your lip ever so slightly. Jack huffed his breath, standing up to face Cole and Trevor.Â
âThis is bullshit.â He said, taking the phone from Coleâs hand. âIâm gonna talk to Quinn.â Jack started making his way to the door before you quickly stepped in front of him, placing a hand on his chest. You could feel his heavy breaths, the way his chest moved up and down in a pattern youâd never seen before.Â
âNo, wait,â You said, your voice quiet. âLet me talk to her first. Iâm sure she just didnât know, letâs not throw her under the bus.â You looked up at Jack with pleading eyes, taking your phone from his hand.Â
Behind you, Trevor crossed his arms as he shook his head. âDonât defend her-â
âIâm not defending her.â You cut him off, your voice raising slightly. âI-Iâm just saying, letâs not snitch. Let me talk to her, woman to woman. Iâm sure sheâll take it down.â Jack let out a heavy sigh, stepping back slightly to silently give you permission to talk to her. You nodded your head, glancing over to Trevor and Cole with a small smile before making your way out of the room. You didnât realize how drunk you truly were until you started making your way down the hall. The adrenaline of seeing the post had sobered you up, but only for a split second. You stumbled your way down the stairs, your grip on the railing firm as the room began to spin around you. You stood at the bottom step, scanning the basement for Adelaide. You finally found her standing by the kitchen counter, her blonde hair now tied in a low bun to reveal her gorgeous collarbone. You pouted slightly, seeing how perfect she looked knowing that you were a hot, drunk mess. You made your way towards her, repeating affirmations to yourself as you built up your confidence. When you reached her, a smile grew across her face almost immediately.Â
âHey, Y/n!â She exclaimed, her tone happy. âI havenât seen you all night.â You sent her a sheepish smile, anxiously playing with your necklace again.
You brushed a piece of hair behind your ear, trying to find that confidence you were meant to have. âI know! Itâs so crazy in here.â You let out a forced laugh, trying to hide your nervousness, which she mirrored quickly. âListen, I gotta talk to you about something.â She tilted her head, sending you a closed mouthed smile as she reached for her drink. She took a sip, silently waiting for you to speak. âThis umâŚthis picture you posted of me and Jack. I-I know you mean well, but we do like to keep that part of our lives private.â
Adelaide placed her drink on the counter, her eyes widening as she covered her mouth with her hand. âOh my! Iâm so sorry, I didnât know.â You let out a sigh of relief and a teeth-showing smile at her response.Â
âIt is totally fine.â You said, letting out a relieving laugh. âJust, with the media itâs kind of hard.â
She nodded her head, gracing you with a smile. âI totally understand that.â Your smile grew wider, wondering why this was so hard for you to do in the first place.
âYeah, so if you could just take it down-â
âOh, no.â She cut you off. Your smile quickly faded as you stared at her. Her fake smile still plastered on her face.Â
You let out a nervous laugh, gripping onto your necklace. âI-IâŚuh.â You paused, clearing your throat. âWhat?â
She picked her drink back up, raising her eyebrows. âIt looks good on my instagram. Plus, you and Jack look super cute. Donât stress it.â She laughed, letting her grin go wide. âThereâs so many pictures of you and Quinn on the internet, so whatâs one with Jack?â She shrugged her shoulders passive aggressively as she walked away into the crowd. You were left standing there in pure shock. Your mouth dropped, your arms falling limp to your side as you tried to process what just happened. The tension in your chest tightened as her words replayed in your mind. The dismissiveness, the fake sweetness masking her clear intentions, it hit you like a gut punch. You were rooted to your spot, staring at where sheâd disappeared in the crowd. Your fingers still toyed with your necklace, a nervous habit you couldnât seem to shake. She was jealous. Youâd never even thought of the idea that maybe Adelaide would be a little shaken up by staying in the house with her boyfriendâs childhood fling. You assumed Quinn kept his mouth shut about the two of you, considering he never cared about you that much. What did he tell her? What could he have possibly said to her that would make her want to put you and Jack on blast to the internet?Â
Suddenly, you felt a pair of hands land on your shoulders. âHowâd it go?â You heard Coleâs voice shout through your ear, but still not enough to knock you from your state. You couldnât even move to look at him, your gaze centered on the crowd.
âI-umâŚâ You cleared your throat. âShe said no.â You said flatly.Â
Cole moved his head closer to yours, glancing at you with a side eye. âNo?â You knocked yourself out of your daze, turning fully to face him.Â
âSheâs jealous.â You said quietly, leaning in closer so he could hear you. âSaid thereâs so many photos of me and Quinn, so why not have one with Jack.â Coleâs mouth gaped open in shock, no one expecting her to say no. He was speechless, unaware of what to say in this moment. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Jack walking closer, a stern expression on his face. You let out a sigh of defeat, waiting for him to walk over.
Jack could sense the tension as he stared between you and Cole. âWhat happened?â He asked, the sentence coming out more as a statement than a question. You crossed your arms, your fingers digging into your sides as you glanced at Cole. He still looked too stunned to speak, his mouth opening and closing like he was trying to find words that just wouldnât come. Jackâs gaze didnât waver from you, his brow furrowed in concern as he waited for your answer.
âShe said no,â You finally said, your voice flat and devoid of emotion. You clenched your jaw, betraying your anger that simmered just below the surface.Â
Jack blinked, his confusion quickly shifting to irritation. âShe what?â
âSheâs jealous.â Cole interrupted, his words finally making their way out. âSheâs using you to show people that Bunnyâs with you and not QuinnâŚI think?â Jack stared at you for a moment, processing what Cole just said. Then he muttered a curse under his breath, running a hand through his hair as he turned slightly away, his frustration evident in every movement. âUnbelievable.â
âHey, guys!â Quinn yelled from the couch, turning down the music. You clenched your jaw at the sound, watching Trevor walk up behind Cole. âCome over here with us.â You scanned the couch seeing Adelaide, Quinn, Brock, and Bella all squished onto the couch. Nico and Jesper sat next to each other on the floor while Elias sat across from them. Luke pranced his way to the big chair, pulling the brunette from earlier down with him. You bit the inside of your cheek, not knowing what to do at this moment.Â
âWhatâd I miss?â You heard Trevor whisper into Coleâs ear.Â
âNot good.â Cole mumbled back.
You jolted slightly at the feel of Jackâs hand intertwining with yours. He took a sip from his beer bottle before pulling you to the living area with him, Trevor and Cole following close behind. Everyone in the room had their gaze centered on the four of you as you silently made your way over. Quinn was staring especially hard at your hand intertwined with Jackâs. He let go of your hand to allow you to take your seat on the floor in between himself and Trevor. The room felt like it was holding its breath, everyoneâs gaze locked on you and Jack as you sat down. The tension was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. You couldnât help but notice the way Quinnâs jaw tightened, his hand resting on the back of the couch near Adelaide but clenched just enough to betray his irritation. Your eyes darted around the room, trying not to make eye contact with anyone as the anxiety rose through your body.Â
Quinn cleared his throat as he shifted in his seat. âWeâre gonna play truth or dare,â He said, causing Jackâs eyebrows to knot. âAddyâs idea.â You glanced over to Adelaide who sent you a shit eating grin, like she had you in this perfect trap designed specifically for you.Â
âIsnât this a kids game?â You said, taking a sip of Jackâs beer bottle.Â
Quinn scoffed, rolling his eyes slightly before looking back at you. âItâll be like old times.â You felt a lump in your throat as your heart dropped, but you were quick to swallow it down. Jackâs arm moved to cross behind your back, not quite making contact with your skin, but it was enough to make your heart race. Quinn went first, daring Brock to take three shots in under ten seconds which he failed miserably at. Brock asked Elias to tell the story of how he lost his virginity.
âI was fifteen, after a school dance in my car. It was terrible.âÂ
Elias asked Luke to tell the craziest story about Quinn in high school.
âWell when Bunny was sixteen-â
âHe said tell a story about Quinn, not Bunny.â Jack was quick to interrupt at your defense. Luke told a story about Quinn getting drunk and trying to climb up the house to his bedroom window. Luke then dared Trevor to let him draw a dick on his face, which Trevor was drunk enough to be excited about. You laughed hard when Trevor turned to face you, a realistic looking cock on his forehead with the cheesiest grin youâd ever seen. Trevor asked Cole to tell the room his celebrity crush.
âWeak question. Meryl Streep. Love a good gilf.â
âGross, Cole.â
Cole dared Nico to share his last google search with the group.
âNico Hischer sexy tweets? Thatâs insane.âÂ
Nico turned to Adelaide, who picked truth. He asked her what the most expensive gift Quinn had bought her was, and her eyes beamed like this was the question sheâd been dying to answer.Â
âProbably my Louboutins.âÂ
Your heart dropped when her gaze centered on you, a smug smile wiped across her face. You kept your expression stern, wanting to show her that you werenât intimidated.Â
âTruth or Dare?â She asked, a hint of aggressiveness behind her voice.
You took another sip of Jackâs beer, letting your legs come uncrossed as you leaned back on your hands. âDare.â Jack, Trevor, and Cole all let out small but noticeable sighs. They knew you only said dare because you were drunk and determined, and they all wished you would just keep your mouth shut at that moment.Â
Adelaide let out a soft laugh, like she had you exactly where she wanted. âI dare youâŚâ She paused, letting her words hang in the air knowing it would cause you more anxiety. âNo-â She said, causing your brows to furrow. âI dare you and Jack,â The words sent a shiver down your spine, knowing you couldnât back out. âTo go into the closet for seven minutes in heaven.â Jack groaned quietly as you bit the inside of your cheek. The circle boomed with laughs and whistles. Everyone had a smile plastered on their face except for you, Jack, Cole, Trevor, and shockingly Quinn. The laughter and whistles of the group felt deafening as Adelaideâs smug expression deepened. Jack shifted uncomfortably beside you, running a hand through his hair as his cheeks flushed.Â
You exhaled sharply, masking your nerves with a nonchalant shrug. âFine. Letâs get this over with.â Your voice was steady, but your heart was racing as you stood up. Jackâs eyes flickered to yours for a brief moment, searching your face for some kind of reassurance or escape. Finding none, he reluctantly stood too, stuffing his hands in his pockets.Â
âSeven minutes,â Adelaide chirped with a saccharine sweetness, glancing at her phone as she set the timer. âDonât keep us waiting.â The closet door swung open, and you stepped inside, Jack following closely behind. The space was tight, filled with jackets that smelled faintly of cologne and laundry detergent. The door clicked shut, plunging you into darkness save for a thin sliver of light from the bottom. Not being able to see in the darkness, you pulled out your phone.
âWhat are you doing?â Jack asked, his tone curious as his frame towered over you.
You bit your nails, opening up messages. âTexting the groupchat.â
You: okay itâs official i hate this bitch.
Cole: You should see the smile on her face rn
Trevor: Yeah she looks like pennywise kinda
You: just glad me and trevor were right for once đĽł
Trevor: Me and Cole will try to brainstorm some good revenge plots
Cole: Yeah you guys just thug out your seven minutes
Trevor: In heaven
Jack: Fuck off Trevor.
You sighed, putting your phone in your pocket. The room was dark again as you and Jack stood, facing each other. The closet was tiny and you didnât realize how close the two of you were until you felt his breath on your forehead. It sent shivers down your spine almost immediately as you tried to keep yourself content. The tension in the closet was palpable as the soft sound of Jack shifting his weight echoed in the cramped space. You felt his hesitation as much as your own, the unspoken words swirling between you like a storm. His breath, warm and close, made your stomach twist in a way you couldnât quite decipher.Â
âI donât know what to doâŚâ You let out. âin this weird situation with her.â Jack let out a hard sigh, which you felt against your skin.Â
âJust- donât think about it.â He said gently, his hand hovering over yours. âUse this time as your distraction from the night.â He had fully enveloped your hand at this point, slowly moving closer towards you. You couldnât see, but his face was plastered with a bright red tint when you began rubbing circles against his hand. The sounds of laughter erupted from the living room, muffled but still noticeable. In just two seconds, all that noise faded into the background as you felt Jack squeeze your hand. You could feel the heat from his body as he moved closer, your chests almost clashing together.Â
âI-Is this weird?â You asked, your voice just barely above a whisper as you felt yourself gravitating towards him.
âIs what weird?â He mumbled. You felt your breath hitch as your faces now sat merely inches apart. You stood on your tiptoes, trying to get closer.Â
âThis.â You whispered, your lips so close to touching as Jack moved an unexpected hand to your waist, a touch that sent hard palpitations to your heart.Â
Jack let out another breath, his thumb now tracing circles against your hip. âDoes it feel right?â
You bit your bottom lip, shutting your eyes at the feeling of his voice vibrating against your face. âMhm,â You let out, nodding your head.Â
âThen, no. Itâs not weird.â He whispered, ghosting his words against your lips. The hand that was holding yours moved up to your face, cupping it gently. Your stomach twisted at the touch, gently leaning in closer. Your knees closed together, as if keeping them open would unleash every sexual feeling that had been building up for the past ten years. You felt your heart almost beat out of your chest as Jack finally closed the space between the two of you, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. It was hesitant at first, like he was waiting for your permission, but you quickly kissed him back, biting his bottom lip gently. Endless hours of flirtatious teasing, watching you swoon over Quinn, it all led up to this moment. The kiss quickly grew hungrier as Jackâs hands pulled you closer by your waist, tasting every lick of the satisfaction heâd yearned for all these years. Your hands moved to the back of his neck, letting your fingers explore his hair as he moved closer against you. The kiss was slow at first, but quickly intensified when you felt his tongue swipe your bottom lip. You opened your mouth, allowing his tongue to enter as he devoured every inch of you. He pushed you up against the wall, his pelvis absentmindedly grinding against you which caused a slight moan to escape from the back of your throat. You felt your stomach tingle as a flood rushed to your panties, moving your hands to grip his shirt. Jackâs lips moved in a way that was perfectly catered to you, like it was something you needed but never knew. His hands made their way up your body, one settling on your back to cradle you. His tongue pushed further into your mouth, almost reaching towards your throat. His other hand found its way to your thigh, slowly reaching up your dress to toy with the string of your underwear, twisting it with his finger against your skin. He pulled back only the slightest amount, his lips ghosting yours. âWe donât have to do anything you donât want to do.â He whispered against your lips, the feel of his breath causing you to shudder, growing hungrier by the second. You werenât thinking about Adelaide or Quinn, your mind was only on Jack and how bad you realized you wanted him.
âI need you.â You whispered back, your lips growing dry from his absence. âPlease,â Jack didnât waste any time before crashing his lips back onto yours, moving more intensely than before. The kisses became sloppy, like he was starving for this feeling his entire life. His fingers made their way down, just barely touching your folds through the fabric of your panties. You let out a heavy breath through the kiss, silently begging him to keep going as he teased you slightly. He bit down on your bottom lip as he moved the fabric to the side, revealing every inch of yourself. You whined slightly at his touch, finding yourself in this moment of vulnerability youâd never expected to have with Jack. His finger lightly brushed over your heat, testing the waters as you ran your hand through his hair to pull him closer.Â
âCan I-â
âYes, please.â You said eagerly before pulling his lips back onto yours. Jack moved his hands to the strings of your panties, slowly pulling them down to your shaking knees, not removing his lips from yours once. Your hand was now fully tangled in his hair, the other on his back to pull him closer. Jack wasted no time before allowing a finger to enter your cunt, feeling the wetness that was made just for him. You let out a soft, quiet whimper against his lips as he gently explored your walls. He pumped his finger in and out slowly, removing his lips from yours to plant kisses on your neck. You leaned your head back, breathing heavily as his thumb made contact with your clit. âJack,â You whispered. Never in your life did you expect to have any part of him inside of you, but now that you were here, you couldnât imagine your life without it.Â
âYou have no idea what this fuckinâ dress does to me.â He mumbled softly against your skin.
âFuck.â You let out quietly as he entered another finger, filling you in just the right way. Your fingers tugged at his hair, pulling him closer as his motions grew faster. Your legs locked around his fingers, his other hand finding its way under your dress to your breast. He continued pumping in and out of you, his thumb circling your clit as he reconnected his lips with yours. He felt your insides, like it was a forbidden place heâd been waiting so long to explore. His hand made its way under your bra, squeezing your breast gently. You tried to silence yourself, but it was becoming more and more difficult with every thrust of his fingers. You felt yourself reaching peak, which was shocking in such a small amount of time. Something about the way Jack moved around your body, touching every spot in the exact right spot. âIâm gonna come.â You whispered, pulling back slightly.Â
He grinned as he moved his mouth down to your collarbone, placing gentle kisses across your neckline. âLet go for me, bunny.â His motions intensified, your breaths growing heavier by the second. He nibbled slightly against your skin, but not enough to leave marks. You let out a quiet moan as you finally released your juices around his fingers, letting him ride you out until the end of your climax. Your chest rose and fell heavily as Jack removed his fingers, taking them to his mouth. Both of you wished you could see each otherâs faces at this moment, but the closet was pitch black. Years of suppressed feelings you didnât even know you had, all spilled out onto Jack Hughesâ fingers. He moved his hands down to your knees to pull up your panties, your hands still tangled in his hair. âYou alright?â He asked, his voice quiet but audible.
You removed your hands from his hair, letting your body fall back on the wall. Your breathing was still heavy, but you managed to speak. âYeah,â You whispered. âI-Iâm good- that wasâŚâ You paused for a second, your face quickly capturing a wide grin. âThat was amazing.â Jack let out a sigh of relief, a smile growing on his face as he leaned in to kiss you again. It was gentle, allowing it to last for only a few seconds.
He pulled back, his hand coming up to cradle your face. âListen, Bunny-â
âSeven minutes is up!â The door jolted open, causing you and Jack to quickly separate as Trevor stood in the doorway. He glanced between the two of you, a wide smile growing across his face as he took in the sight. You both looked rough, your hair messy, clothes not exactly straight. He let a small laugh escape his lips as he held the door open. âNo way.â Was all he said before Jack rolled his eyes, giving Trevor a hit to the shoulder as he made his way back to the living room. You stood there in shock, running a hand through your now frizzy hair as you looked at Trevor. âThat good, huh?â He asked, a sly grin across his face. You rolled your eyes, throwing your hair up into a ponytail as you made your way out of the closet.
âShut up, asshole.â You mumbled, causing a giggle to erupt from Trevor. Trevorâs laugh followed you as you stepped back into the circle, your cheeks burning under the weight of everyoneâs stares. You refused to meet Adelaideâs gaze, knowing her smug smile was probably plastered across her face. Instead, you focused on Jack, who had taken a seat on the couch and was pointedly scrolling through his phone, avoiding eye contact with anyone. You sighed, wanting him to look up for just one second, but his entire face was red and his lips were puffing out. âSo,â you broke the silence. âWho's next?âÂ
Quinn looked up at you, biting the inside of his cheek as Adelaide shifted her weight onto him. âIâm going to bed.â He said flatly before leaving his spot on the couch, Adelaide following close behind, giving you a wink before walking up the stairs. The tension in the air was thick as you took a seat next to Jack, his arm absentmindedly draping over your shoulders which caused your heart to drop. Cole and Trevor both had wide eyes, looking at you and Jack, then to each other. Little by little, everyone made their way out of the house, the party simmering down as you and Jack stayed in your own little world. He scrolled through his phone as your eyes grew tired, falling asleep against his body. Luke took his new âfriendâ up to his room by the end of the night, Bella and Brock left shortly after with Elias following behind, then finally Jesper and Nico passed out on the floor of the kitchen. It was just you, Jack, Cole, and Trevor left downstairs. The living room had quieted down to the faint hum of music playing in the background and the occasional clink of empty bottles being cleaned up. Jackâs arm remained draped over your shoulders, his phone still glowing in his hand as he scrolled absentmindedly. You felt his warmth against your side, your head resting against him as your eyelids grew heavier. Across the room, Trevor and Cole exchanged another round of wide-eyed glances, their smirks only growing. Trevor leaned closer to Cole and muttered something, and Cole stifled a laugh, though it wasnât quiet enough to go unnoticed.Â
âWhatâs so funny?â Jack asked, his voice calm but with a hint of annoyance as he finally glanced up from his phone.Â
âOh, nothing,â Trevor replied, feigning innocence, but his grin betrayed him. âJust⌠didnât expect you two to get so close tonight.âÂ
Jack rolled his eyes but didnât move his arm from around you, a fact that clearly wasnât lost on Trevor. âGrow up, Zegras.â
Trevor yawned dramatically, standing up and stretching. âWell, I think thatâs my cue to crash. Try not to do anything weird while Iâm asleep, you two.âÂ
âGo away, Trevor,â you muttered, leaning in closer to Jackâs side. His hand moved to your shoulder, stroking soothing circles with his thumb.
âYou wanna go to bed, Bunny?â He asked quietly, leaning his head against yours. You nodded your head slightly, sitting up to let Jack stand. Jack stood up, offering you a hand to help you off the couch. His movements were slow, almost hesitant, as if he didnât want to disturb the calm bubble the two of you had created. You took his hand, your legs a little wobbly from the unspoken moment in the closet as you followed him toward the stairs. Behind you, Cole gave a low whistle, and Trevor made a mockingly loud kissing sound. âGoodnight, children,â Jack deadpanned, throwing a pillow in their general direction without even turning around. You couldnât help but grin, shaking your head as you climbed the stairs behind Jack. Once you reached the hallway, the noise of Trevor and Coleâs laughter faded, leaving just the sound of your soft footsteps. Jack led you into his bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind him. Without you having to ask, he went to his dresser to pull out a Devils t-shirt and a pair of shorts for you to wear. You smiled at the gesture through your sleepy eyes, taking the clothes from his hand.Â
âI umâŚâ Jack paused, looking towards you as you held the clothes close. âI wanna talk about it.â He said quietly. You smiled at him, taking a seat at the edge of the bed. He followed close behind, sitting down next to you. His thigh brushed against yours as he looked into your eyes, taking your hand in his. âBunny, I-â He took a moment to gather his thoughts, letting out a sigh. âI care about you. Like, a lot.â Vulnerability wiped across his face as you sat next to him, brushing your thumb back and forth on his hand. Your heart skipped a beat at his words, the weight of his vulnerability washing over you. Jack wasnât someone who usually wore his emotions on his sleeve, and seeing him like this, nervous and sincere, made your chest tighten in the best way.
âI care about you too, Jack,â you said softly, your voice steady even though your heart felt like it was racing.Â
He let out a breath, like heâd been holding it since he started speaking. âI mean, I really care about you,â he clarified, his eyes locking onto yours. âItâs not just⌠I donât know how to explain it. Youâre not just my friend. Youâve never been just my friend.â The room felt impossibly small, the air between you charged with emotions neither of you had fully acknowledged until now. His hand tightened slightly around yours, like he was afraid you might pull away.Â
âJack,â you whispered, your voice barely audible. âWhy didnât you tell me sooner?âÂ
He let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. âBecause I didnât want to mess things up. Youâre my best friend, Bunny. And you always had this annoyingly huge crush on Quinn, which pissed me off more than it should because he just tore you down over and over again. if you didnât feel the same, I didnât want to ruin⌠this.â He gestured vaguely between the two of you, his cheeks tinged pink.Â
You smiled, your thumb continuing to brush against his hand. âYouâre an idiot, you know that?â His brows furrowed, and he opened his mouth to respond, but you didnât let him. Instead, you leaned in, closing the small gap between you and pressing your lips softly against his. Jack froze for a moment, his brain clearly trying to catch up with what was happening. But then his free hand came up to cup your cheek, pulling you closer as he kissed you back. It wasnât hurried or desperate like before, it was warm and gentle, filled with all the unspoken feelings heâd been holding onto for so long.Â
When you finally pulled away, his eyes searched yours, a mix of disbelief and relief written all over his face. âSo⌠does this mean you feel the same?âÂ
You laughed softly, resting your forehead against his. âWhat do you think, genius?â
Jackâs lips curved into a smile, his confidence returning now that the weight of uncertainty had lifted. âI think I shouldâve said something a long time ago.â
âWell,â you teased, your voice light, âbetter late than never.â
He chuckled, leaning back slightly but not letting go of your hand. âSo⌠are you still okay sharing the bed? Or should I take the couch now that this is out in the open?â
You rolled your eyes, standing up to change into the clothes heâd given you. âYouâre not going anywhere, Hughes.â Jack laughed quietly, lying back on the bed with his hands behind his head as he watched you.Â
âYes, maâam.â
As you climbed into bed next to him, he pulled you close, his arm wrapping around your waist. For the first time that night, the tension melted away, replaced by a sense of calm and certainty that you hadnât felt before. And as you drifted off to sleep in Jackâs arms, you couldnât help but think that maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something even better than you couldâve imagined.
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