#i was not joking about it being too late for this pls i am so tired

[saturnskyline]

hi. so i saw this gifset on the dash, and it's entirely too late for me to be awake doing this but i am now spiraling over kim's outfits. so anyway here goes nothing 👍

(below the cut is my descent into madness. you have been warned)

now when i saw these gifs i began musing in the tags, as one does, so here they are for context:

(feels truly unhinged to screenshot my own tags but oh well)

so once i started thinking i found it impossible to stop (as often is the case with this gay mafia business) and i decided to go through and look at each of kim's outfits. for science

now i know the fandom has looked at wardrobe stuff before, so it's very possible that someone has gone through this already. BUT! i'm already in way too deep here so i'm just gonna go ahead with this dfsdhgjsdf

kim's wardrobe is, to me at least, very interesting. you get a mix of things, depending on how he is presenting himself. for example:

(here we have wik, kim, and what seems to be something in between)

it's hard to differentiate between these styles at times, and i think that's purposeful bc kim appears to dart between personas: beloved singer, distant son, solo detective... the list goes on

so first things first! i was largely right about the jacket thing! in most every one of his outfits, he has some kind of jacket on. however, the first time we actually see him without a jacket is actually in this scene where he gifts chay with the guitar:

(hasty screenshot to prove my point and yet jeff is still doing the jeff thing. bless)

okay so i was wrong about that. i think the jacketless look is definitely intentional on his part – to help him seem unguarded, especially since he is giving a gift – but the first instance is still not the scene i thought it was. however!!! there is one thing i'm really excited about, and it's about the next thought i had in the tags...

every time kim wears white it relates to chay.

now you may be thinking, wren. is that really the case, or is this claim a bit of a stretch? and now i answer.... *gestures helplessly* some of this may be a stretch! but i can explain, and i will!

let's look at the instances of kim in white then, shall we?

#1

this, to me, is a quintessential wik look. far more approachable than the full black leather, and even his typical sleuthing fits (although a lot of it is in his mannerisms tbh, remember that withering look he gave big?). now this one miiiight be a stretch... but to me it still fits my thesis bc i feel like kim dressed this way for chay on purpose so he would look more like one of his peers. just my two cents

#2

first sleuthing scene where white is involved. here, kim is investigating porsche's (and therefore, chay's) parents, and he gets a call from chay, which he ignores. everything and nothing in this scene is about chay; he's not in it but he actually is. (now if you're thinking, wren, that doesn't make any sense... you are not the only one. idk what i'm talking about. let's carry on)

#3

our boy in songwriting mode! worth noting that, with the combination of the shirt and the pants, there is more white going on here than usual. here, instead of avoiding chay, he actively remembers him and even looks a little.. fond? *gasp*

#4

the confession scene :') this one is particularly interesting bc it's the same jacket kim wears when he's in full dark mafia mode (more on that later). like most instances of kim in white, it's a dark jacket with white peeking through, and this scene might be the best instance of that. he reaches back when chay offers his feelings, and opens the door to.. a relationship? idk but something with emotions

#5

(jeffrey, sweetie, i'm so sorry about the screenshot quality. consider it retribution for your gender crimes?)

NOW. here is the look that made me start this deranged analysis in the first place. not only is it sans mafia jacket, but it is a full white shirt! he cuddles chay on the couch! they talk (?) about their feelings (?) ... well i mean, he's clearly having a hard time being vulnerable, but at least there is progress being made :)

#6

(bad screenshot, bad moment. they r matching)

would you believe the next white-wearing instance is THIS MISERABLE SCENE. the jacket's back on, he's desperately trying to put up his guard again, and he blatantly lets chay think that he never had feelings for him (lies lies and more lies... we all hate it here :D)

#7

look. i'm aware this is the biggest stretch yet bahaha. i mean my man is dressed for SCHOOL. however. the focus of this scene is him learning that chay didn't show for his audition, so it still fits in my book!! idc idc

#8

(if you look at chay's hair here, this scene also has bisexual lighti- *gets shot*)

pretty self-explanatory, he shows up to the bar to fight chay's friends and confront chay. about as chay-related as you can get

#9

finally! the Human Shirt™ !! about as on-the-nose as you can get, really. while wearing a white shirt that reads "human" and no jacket, kim has, demonstrably, his most human moment in the show: he breaks down crying over chay. cue jeff acting his heart out while his own song plays in the background (why don't you stayyyy~)

#10

it's a flashback scene, but we see kim watching chay in the studio. he's mostly guarded, but a little white comes through. good stuff

#11

putting these together bc they are two different moments but the same outfit. 1) kim learns that porsche and chay have disappeared, and 2) he contemplates the state of things after korn's "death". i put the family moment here too especially bc of what he tells kinn: "you don't have time to think about other stuff anymore", basically "eyes on the prize". now perhaps this only applies to his older brother, but in the case that we apply it to him.. we can't really be sure whether he is sticking to his personal main goal or breaking from his own advice. i suspect the former bc at this point, he seems to see chay as his main priority, despite his family's situation (again idk if this makes sense, but just. go with it. lol)

#12

dare i say? the sexiest example?? no mafia jacket, full white shirt, and yet, unlike the other white shirt instances, this one isn't about his emotional vulnerability with chay. no no, here he takes out six guys without much difficulty, in an attempt to protect chay (and then he leaves the bodies, but still! the love is there!)

(a gif for fun! worth pointing out that kim also acts to protect chay the first time he wears that white shirt... :0)

in conclusion... idk what i am talking about, and frankly, if you are still reading this post i am very impressed lol. but yay kim's clothes and motifs, fashion as a disarming tactic, and white as a color of vulnerability!

[luveline]

Could I request stripper reader and post prison Spencer being all domestic? I just think Spencer deserved to have someone take care of him after that

thank you for requesting! ♡ fem

cw spencer makes a weight related joke about reader but he is one hundred percent kidding/is talking about carrying the reader and not her actual body weight, pls don't read if it will upset you

“How's it feel now?” you ask. 

Spencer glances down at you from the TV. If he had his way since being released from prison, you would spend the majority of time in his lap, and the TV would not be on, but you're trying not to smother him and he's content to let you do what you want, so long as you're in arm's reach. 

“How does what feel?” he asks, frowning. 

“Your leg? You know, the one you stabbed yourself in?” 

“Fine. Surface wound. Hey, are you almost done?” 

“No. I'm making you a mug cosy.” 

“Could you not come up here and make me cosy?” 

You put your little crochet hook and yarn ball on the floor near the paper pattern you're following. “That's way too cheesy a thing to say for a felon.” You grin at him. “Good for you, I'm awful at this,” —you climb onto your knees, arms out to him as he grabs you and pulls you onto the couch— “and I don't want to do it anymore.” 

“Then don't.” He smiles as you settle against him, half on top of him, your pyjamas soft against his bare arms and legs. “I'm not a felon.” 

“I'm kidding,” you say gently. 

He puts his hand against the top of your head and forces you backwards a touch to meet his eyes. “I know.” 

You glare at him. He decides he'd like to play too and glares back. 

“Crochet is very difficult.” 

Spencer lets you drop back into his chest. “You're good at enough things already,” he says. “Like not going to prison, and being heavy.” 

You bear down on him with more weight, a laugh slipping from you unbidden. He loves how startled you sound to have laughed, and how nice you smell as you push your arm under his back to hug him. “That's sick,” you mumble, your free hand toying with the soft neck of his shirt. You pull it down, kissing the skin between his collarbone. “You can't call me heavy. That's so mean.” 

“I love you,” he says. 

You smile into his chest. “I love you too, even though you said I'm heavy.” 

“Relatively, when you're making me carry you to bed at night–” 

“I don't do that,” you laugh guiltily. “No, you've got me mixed up with someone else.” 

“Well, let's just stay here tonight.” Your phone beeps. “Or not.” 

You press yourself into his neck and talk warmth into the curve. “I'm not going anywhere, Spencer. I'm staying right here, forever. And in ten years you'll have huge muscles from carrying me to bed.” 

“And your thigh muscles will have atrophied.” 

“Like those, do you?” 

“As much as I like every part of you. You're the most beautiful girl in the world.” 

You snore. Spencer laughs, jostling you on his chest, and you drop the facade to kiss his throat in slow, meandering presses of the lips, no one place in mind, just warm half moons turned a little wider as you go. He breathes out slowly. Kisses like this are the ones that plagued him late at night, when the mind ran out of worry and turned to missing you instead. He would've given anything two weeks ago to have you laying on him like this, and now he has it for nothing. Just ‘cos you love him. 

“Are you gonna go back?” he asks quietly. 

“To the club?” You draw a short line into his neck with your nose. “Sure, once you're feeling better.” 

“I'm alright. I am.” 

“Until I'm feeling better, then,” you say, putting your hand on his cheek. You have slightly longer nails than when he went away, and the tips of them tickle his freshly shaven cheek as you turn his face to yours. “I'll go back just as soon as I stop missing you when you're in the bathroom. Or I run out of money.” 

“Don't be childish,” he says.

“I'm not, I'm being realistic.” 

“Realistically, I'll take care of you.” 

You sigh happily and kiss him. That happiness passes between you in shivers, until Spencer's hot under the collar and you're giggling. “What's funny?” he asks. 

“Maybe I'll get a job at the grocery store.” 

Spencer doesn't know what you'll do, but he'll be there for you like you were there for him. “Good idea. You can be a checkout girl and I'll stay home, looking at pictures of you and crying while you're gone.” 

You nudge him. “Don't make fun of me for that! It was a long month and a half without you, Spencer.” 

He closes his eyes and rests his forehead on yours. “I'm not making fun of you. It was the same for me, you know? Just didn't have a picture of you.” 

[froggibus]

The Three Times You Share A Bed - Leon S Kennedy

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x reader

Genre: fluff, some light angst thrown in towards the end?

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: two times you sleep in leon's bed, and the one time he sleeps in yours

CW: roommate! Leon, kinda friends to lovers?, light angst, abandonment issues, paranoia, fear + insomnia, mentions of zombies, bedsharing, leon has intimacy issues (get therapy challenge)

OMG HAPPY RE4 RELEASE!!! I am SO excited to play once im done work this weekend! Leon looks so damn fine in the gameplay ive seen and i am going FERAL! pls no spoilers for anything new in the game! <3

RE4 remake spoiler free zone!! I have yet to play the remake so there are no spoilers in this!

————

The telltale clicking of a key in the door has you on your feet in seconds, abandoning the plush throw blanket on the couch. Before it even opens, you’re standing on the doormat. You feel a little silly, like a golden retriever waiting for its owner, but the shame is washed away when Leon steps through the door.

It’s been three weeks since you’ve last seen your roommate and best friend, and just as long since you last had company. He raises an eyebrow at the sight of you standing in front of him, the dark circles under his eyes becoming more prominent. 

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” He sighs and drops his backpack on the floor, locking the door behind him.

“How was it?”

You fight the urge to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and inhale his scent, knowing that’s not what friends do. Still, the feeling is there and if he went in for it, you’d reciprocate in a heartbeat.

He opens the fridge and beams at the fully stocked drinks and snacks. He cracks open a can of cider and leans against the counter. “Long,” he admits, “way too long. And my nose is still burning from the smell of rotten flesh.” You crinkle your nose at the thought. Leon’s never been much of a talker and most of his work being classified didn’t help. Whenever something wasn’t top secret, though, you were sure to sit there and listen no matter how horrific the details were.

You settle in on the couch next to the agent, listening to him drone on about a zombie-like creature that had peeling flesh and fifty eyes. You could vividly picture it from his words alone, and the image of the creature sent a shiver up your spine.

Leon talks for hours, spilling every miniscule detail of every horror he encounters. You stay the whole time, nodding along. Leon laughs at the way you scrunch your face in disgust or close your eyes in fear. He hates how cute you are, but he can’t seem to stop telling you stories. After many hours and a few drinks between the two of you, he’s almost run out of stories to tell.

Leon pats your shoulder gently, collecting his cans from where he’d set them on the coffee table. “I need a shower,” he states. “I’ll see you tomorrow, y/n.”

“Go shower. You stink,” you joke and punch him in the ribs.

He feigns injury at your blow, pretending to suck in a breath like you’d really hurt him. He keeps up the facade the whole way to his bedroom, only leaving character when he shuts the door behind him.

It’s only when he’s disappeared that you realize how late it's gotten—and how dark. Even though your shared apartment is on the 19th floor, you can’t help but worry something is going to crawl through your window. You shake the thoughts away and get ready for bed, but every gust of wind and rustling of leaves makes you flinch.

You close your eyes and tug your comforter over your head, hoping that if there is something out there, it won’t know you’re there. You toss and turn for a while longer, staying dead quiet and pushing your fears away.

Finally, you can’t take it anymore. You take a deep breath, throw your comforter off of your shoulders, and sprint to Leon’s room. It’s like your brain is on autopilot—it knows exactly where to go to be safe.

You don’t knock on the door, instead quietly twisting the knob and slipping in through a crack in the door. Leon sits up as soon as your feet touch the wooden floor, eyes snapping towards your silhouette. He’s been a light sleeper ever since Racoon City, waking at the slightest of sounds.

He relaxes at the sight of you but only for a second. He glances at his digital clock, eyes widening at the time. “Y/n? What are you still doing up?”

“I-I couldn’t sleep…I feel like a flesh eating zombie is going to climb through my window and eat me.”

He chuckles. “That would be my fault.” He shuffles over in bed and pulls back the comforter. “You’re more than welcome to stay here for the night.”

You crawl into bed next to him, keeping as much distance between the two of you as possible. You can feel his body heat radiating through the blankets and smell his body wash on his skin. The feeling is new, yet so familiar it eases you instantly.

“Leon?”

He hums in response.

“Is it safer to sleep next to the window or the door? From like, a secret agent standpoint.”

“We’re on the 19th floor so window, but unless it's a hotel room, the door. You would more than likely hear it if they broke down the front door so you’d have more time to get out.”

You think for a second. “Can we switch places?”

“Honestly, y/n,” he laughs dryly, “the safest place to sleep right now is next to me.”

Your face warms at that and you nod, relaxing into his pillows. While you drift off to sleep, Leon watches over you. He knows nothing is going to come for you here, but he did promise to keep you safe, and he’ll keep that promise no matter what.

—

When you get home, you’re in a foul mood. You practically throw the groceries onto the counter before walking to your room and throwing yourself onto your bed. It’s been a long day. All of the stores were so busy you could hardly get through the aisles, and all of the people you encountered were rude.

Leon comes out of his room a few minutes later. Seeing the groceries abandoned on the counter, his first thought is to check on you. He doesn’t check on you, though. Not yet, anyway. He knows you’ll just be more upset if the frozen items melt and the milk sits out all night, so he sets out on putting them away.

After almost an hour of laying in your bed trying to recuperate after the day you’ve had, you’re snapped out of it by a text.

Leon: Come here, I have a surprise for you

You don’t feel like leaving your bed, but you force yourself out of it anyway. It’s not Leon you’re mad at. Leon is probably the only person in the world you don’t hate right now. You knock on his door softly, holding your arms behind your back.

“Come in!” He shouts.

You open the door, shuffling into his room and closing it behind you. Your jaw drops when you see a tray in the middle of his bed piled high with your favorite snacks, drinks and two wine glasses. Leon pats the spot next to him and you’re happy to oblige, relaxing onto the mattress.

“You didn’t have to do this, you know.”

He shrugs, pouring you a glass of wine. “It already seems like you had a bad day, I just wanted to do something to make it a little better for you.”

“Thank you.” He nods in acknowledgement, turning on his tv and handing you the remote. “You can choose the first movie. Just—maybe no zombies?”

You snort at that. Classic Leon, using his corny jokes to make light of even the worst of situations. You settle on an old favorite movie you love, handing the remote back to the blond and switching it for a wine glass.

Between your favorite movie, the delicious wine and your favorite snacks, your spirits are lifted in no time. One movie turns into two, and two turns into three. Soon enough, you’re dozing off in Leon’s bed.

He moves the tray of snacks and the glasses off of the bed to give you more room to sprawl out. Laying down next to you, he watches you sleep. A part of him wishes he could see this every night—the same sight he fantasizes about on even the hardest of missions.

He flicks off the lamp on his side table and settles in. “Good night, cutie,” he mumbles, knowing you’re far too deep in sleep to hear him.

—

You wake up in the middle of the night, moonlight streaming through the window and illuminating Leon’s bedroom. You’re still numb from sleep, your senses dulled just enough that it takes you a minute to realize that something is grabbing you. No, not grabbing—holding. 

You blink a few times. Leon is laying next to you, his chest pressed to your back, his arms around your waist. You can feel the slow beating of his heart and the heat coming off of his skin. He’s so close it overwhelms you, yet it’s all you’ve ever wanted.

You think about slipping away but you know what a light sleeper he is, and you don’t think you could handle it if he woke up and saw how close you were. You close your eyes and try to calm the beating in your heart so you can fall back asleep.

When you wake up again, Leon is gone. Your body feels cold where his once was. You sit up—is he showering? He can’t be, the bathroom door is open. You sit up, letting the blankets fall off of you. You swing your legs over the side of his bed, walking out to the kitchen, but he’s not there either.

Did he leave to go get something? 

You check your phone, expecting to see a text saying he ran out to go get more milk or something, but there’s nothing. You sigh, typing up a message and sending it to him.

Y/N: where’d you go?

You practically jump when your phone lets out a noise, but your heart sinks when you see what it is.

Message Not Delivered. Try Again?

You sigh. That can only mean one thing: he’s on another mission. Typical Leon, disappearing in the middle of the night to go god knows where for god knows how long. The frustration bubbles up in your chest and you feel like hitting something, but you don’t. It’s not worth it.

You try to keep your mind off of his sudden disappearance by throwing yourself into chores. You wash his bedding and make his bed, then wash your own. You sweep and mop the floors and vacuum the carpets. You dust the blinds.

It doesn’t help.

Your mind keeps wandering back to the fact that he left without saying goodbye. That he woke up at some ungodly hour, saw you laying in his arms, got up and left without another word. He didn’t even leave a note. He really cares that little. 

You shake your head and even though the pit in your stomach makes you feel like not eating, you make yourself a sandwich regardless. Seeing the untouched groceries in the fridge just adds to the feeling.

Even though you know he’s not going to get it, you pull out your phone and start typing.

Y/N: do you at least know when you’ll be back?

Message Not Delivered. Try Again?

The message makes you roll your eyes. Leon fucking Kennedy.

—

A week goes by, and then two, and you still hear nothing from your roommate. You send texts here and there, hoping for an answer, but none of them go through. Eventually, you start venting to him through there, too. Expressing how frustrated you are that he didn’t say goodbye, how annoying your feelings are, how sometimes you wish you didn’t know him so you didn’t have to go through this.

It’s a random Sunday night when you’re sitting on the couch, watching trash reality tv and eating snacks. It’s cold in the apartment, but you can’t be bothered to turn on the heat. Only when your arms puff up with goosebumps do you scour the room for a sweater, settling on a random one hanging on the back of a chair.

It’s Leon’s, an old one from the Police Academy. His smell floods your nose when you pull it over your head, and it's so bittersweet you don’t know if you should laugh or cry. You settle back on the couch, but a rustling at the window makes you freeze in your tracks.

It stops for a moment, and you can almost convince yourself you’ve imagined it or it’s a part of the show—until it happens again. You scramble for the remote, pausing it so you can hear better. The noise starts again, and you waste no time in hightailing it to your bedroom and slamming the door behind you.

You flop onto your bed, trying (and failing) to remind yourself that it’s just the wind. That you’re safe here. But it’s hard when it’s late and you’re tired and you’re alone and the only person you feel safe with just abandoned you.

You curl up into a ball, pulling Leon’s sweater over your mouth and inhaling the familiar scent. It’s enough to calm you down, if only for a few moments. If you close your eyes, you can almost trick yourself into thinking he’s there, and for now, that’s good enough.

—

Leon knows he fucked up when he gets back to the country and turns on his phone. Almost fifty messages from you, each one more sad than the last. He wants to slap himself—why couldn’t he just grow a pair and say goodbye? Why did he have to be so noncommittal?

He reads every message on the cab ride back to the apartment, and his heart breaks for you. He didn’t think about how you would drive yourself crazy over him or how worried you must have been. All he thought about was getting the call for the mission in the middle of the night and not wanting to wake you up.

But he didn’t abandon you. He thought about you every day and god—he wishes he could have talked to you. Hearing your voice and seeing your face was enough to make everything better. With the horrors he’s seen lately, all he wants is to be back in that bed with you for one more night.

He’s quiet coming into the apartment, hoping he doesn’t wake you up or scare you. And even though he knows you’re sleeping, he’s still disappointed you’re not waiting at the door for him.

He tosses his backpack into his room and strips off all of his holsters and velcro.  He’s quiet walking down the hallway to your room and even quieter opening the door. He relaxes at the sight of you curled up in a ball. 

You look so cute and so peaceful and—is that his sweater? The sight brings a smile to his face. He closes the door behind him with a soft click, climbing into the bed next to you.

You wake up when the bed dips down and arms wrap around you. You’re so tired you don’t even care who or what it is.

“If you’re gonna kill me, can you at least let me sleep first?” You mumble.

You fully awake as soon as you hear Leon’s laugh.

“You’re back?” You say, and you hate the way your voice cracks. 

You turn around to face him, tired ocean eyes meeting yours. He nods sleepily, “‘m sorry I didn’t say goodbye. It was stupid of me.”

“It’s okay,” and it really is okay. All the resentment you felt melted away at the sight of him. 

“C’mere,” he mumbles. 

You lay your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around him. You can hear his heart rate slow down at the contact. 

“I just—I just need you tonight.” Those are big words coming from the agent, and they leave you completely stunned. He must have seen or done something horrible while he was away for him to be this vulnerable, even with you.

“You can have me tonight.” You try to keep your voice even, “you can have me whenever you need me,”

He kisses the top of your head. “But I always need you.”

“Then I’m always yours.”

Neither of you speak after that, Leon falling into a light sleep. You stay up a while longer, watching the blond boy rest beneath you. He looks so fragile like this, you can’t imagine him fighting off monsters and handling weapons. You kiss his collarbone through his shirt and let yourself fall asleep with him. 

[multifariousqueer]

im starving for 42 miles and i agree w ur hcs so can u pls write a fem reader fic where we’re chilling at home n he js barges in one night all roughed up n he has heaps of cuts n is bloody- and we get concerned but we know not to ask so we js silently patch him up while he stares at us (and hes got like sm thoughts in his head ab how much he loves us and appreciates us etc) and u can finish it off BUT YEAH

also pls include the pet names cos his accent has me WEAKKK and ik he def calls us ma and mami😩😩😩

Ofc Love!!! I’ve wanted to get this done for a bit now so here it is!!:

A/n: keep requesting miles!42 and regular miles fics please!! 🩷

Warnings: suggestiveness at the end, make out sessions, angst, fluff, groping(it’s consensual and it’s only seen when you squint), love confessions, possible spoilers if you haven’t seen atsv yet

3:00 AM

You: miles, baby are you okay?

Seen

You: are you mad at me for the joke I made about your braids being fluffy?

Seen

You: I didn’t mean it

You: text me when you can. Love you 🩷🩷

Seen

You fell asleep exasperated like you’ve been doing for the last three weeks now. Miles hasn’t been answering any of your texts or calls and has been leaving you on seen for no reason. When you did see him in person, he looked tired and diminished. Ever since his dad died, he’s been acting weird like this; but you could understand why. Although him and Uncle Aaron were closer, Miles was still really close to his dad and his dad loved you. You came over Rio and Miles’ house every day since then and tried to provide solace to them but Miles was always gone when you came over. His room looked different too, having ditched the bright superhero posters and traded them in for boxing gloves and a punching bag. Thankfully, you had established trust with Miles and he knew he could come to you any time, you just didn’t expect him to come through your window at 4:00 AM on a Saturday morning.

It was about 3:15 when he saw your message, he wondered why you were still up and what were you doing but he couldn’t ponder the question for too long because he had someone chained up to his punching bag.

“Miles? Get off your phone, man.”- Uncle Aaron’s voice brought Miles back to reality

Miles did as told and geared up to kill the young boy who looked exactly like himself when all of a sudden, the chains fell and the doppelgänger swung at Miles’ perfectly structured face. A few of the punches connected but he was still able to subdue the mirrored image of himself(if everything went right).

However, Miles’ suit had been clobbered, his clothes covered in blood from a broken nose and blood from the fight. Even though he won, he couldn’t go back to his house because his mom would admonish him for this and Uncle Aaron was keeping watch so he went to your house.

You heard faint tapping on the window that you had assumed it was a bird, until the tapping became a loud knocking. You scurried up grabbing the nearest thing that looked like a weapon and went to the window. You found a battered Miles and knew something was wrong:

“Miles?”-you whisper shouted

“Ola mi amor” he said, trying to be suave but flinching in pain

You opened the window and let him in. You knew he was rough and bloodied up for a reason but it was late(or early depending on how you look at it) and you knew he wouldn’t tell you why; a small part of you also knew but chose not to acknowledge it. You just silently grabbed the first aid kit and patched him up as best as you could. You noticed he had a broken nose:

“Rough night?” You Said, trying to ease the tension

Miles didn’t reply, rather he looked at you through bruised eyes and simply nodded.

“Your nose is broken. You should probably go the the hospital for that” you said, nonchalantly

“Can’t you fix it?” He mumbled

“not easily” you mumbled, mocking his tone

He gave you an annoyed glare before saying:

“I’m sorry to come in late like this. And I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring you, Mami; it’s a lot going on that you wouldn’t understand and I’m trying to protect you.”

“It would’ve been nice for you to call or text” you said while closing the first-aid kit.

“I knew you would’ve worried about me and I didn’t want that” he said, hanging his head

“I’m your girlfriend, it’s my job to worry about you” you chuckled

It was like a Disney movie, Miles realized that if no one else would, you would hold it down for him and that you were gonna be there through thick and thin. He knew he loved you but this solidified it in his mind; he knew that if he survived long enough, you were gonna be his wife. It would be you waking him up everyday, it would be you kissing him goodnight and good morning, it would be you carrying and having his babies. Some days, he would wake up and wonder how he got so lucky with someone like you but he never thought too much into it because he knew he would find a way to sabotage it for himself but now, he didn’t care:

“I love you, Y/n” he said

“I love you too, Miles” you replied softly

“No. I mean like I love you so much that I can’t stand it, I wanna marry you, Y/n and be with you for life. If no one else has me, I know you do and I can’t even imagine myself without you.” Miles said

You started to tear up before crashing your lips onto his. Your lips moved in perfect sync as he grabbed your hips with one hand, and cupped your face in the other. You stayed this way for a while until Miles slipped his tongue into your mouth, battling for dominance against your tongue which he emerged victorious. He started moving his other hand to your ass as you moved yours to his chest when suddenly, you hear your parent call out:

“Y/n!!!”

“Yeah” you replied nervously, Miles leaving a trail of kisses down your neck

“Breakfast is ready” they shouted

You looked at your phone as Miles rubbed your back and saw it was 8:00 already.

“Shit” You Said under your breath, partly because of how Miles was making you feel

“Go Mamà, we’ll finish this later” he said against his neck

“Okay I love you, call me this time” you smiled

“Por supesto, Mami” he replied

You went down for breakfast and sat in your normal spot:

“Y/n?” Your parent said

“Yeah?” You replied

“What’s that on your neck?” They smirked

Damn it Miles

Translations

Por supesto- of course

[nightwngz]

Part 2 of older pls 🙏

YOUNG !

damian wayne x fem!reader

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. . . drabble smut. porn without plot. dirty talk and fingering.

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. . . no copying of my work is allowed. Free translation is allowed as long as I am credited.

𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲. . . as I said in my other posts, English is not my first language. I have tried to make corrections with the translator, but as you all know, it is prone to making mistakes, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or if anything sounds weird.

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲. . . I'm so happy to give you all a part two of the first one shot I posted on this blog. Hope you like it. <3

Damian was the youngest of the family. He had grown up, but everyone still made jokes or references to being the youngest. You had the idea to join in the joke and he didn't like it. Now you were a victim of the consequences of teasing him.

He sharpened his katana from the comfortable chair in the room. He looked dangerous, not so much because he had a sharp weapon in his hands, but because of that look he always had, capable of destroying anyone.

— Are you here to continue telling jokes? — he asked.

You wondered how he could sense your presence in the vast room when your back was turned and you had not made any sound that would reveal your presence.

— I came to apologize.

He turned to look at you. Deep down, you had the idea that he knew you were only apologizing to get something from him and not so much because you were interested in keeping your relationship peaceful.

— I listen.

You walked a few steps further into the room. It was almost dark, and the sun was barely shining through the curtains, so your whole room looked almost dark.

You looked at him with an expression of redemption. Damian thought it was that victim look he always saw you with. Like a helpless little animal longing for warmth.

— I was wrong to make that joke about you, and I'm really sorry, but Damian... I need you. — You said, but were interrupted when you noticed that he had pulled you onto his hips and placed you on his lap.

He made you turn your neck until you could meet his intense green eyes. His breath collided with your face and his hands ran down your thighs until he carefully lifted your skirt, revealing your underwear.

— It was the only thing I wanted to hear, beloved.

His hands ripped off your panties in one fell swoop, leaving you with nothing to protect yourself. Even though your skirt was still on, you could feel your pussy rubbing against the scratchy fabric of his jeans.

He moved closer to you, so close that your lips could almost brush against his. He had never kissed you before, so you couldn't help but think that this was something special.

His finger slid through every crease of your already wet pussy. He sank into your wetness, sliding in as he tried to stroke you. Without thinking, he squeezed your clit, causing you to jump up and down on his lap from the shock.

— Do you like it? — he asked quietly. — Do you know how easy it was? I can make you feel so good. It's easy for me to reward those who behave.

You began to moan in his ear. It was the most beautiful sound Damian had ever heard. No matter that you were someone who liked to participate in his brothers' pranks, having you like this made him feel full.

He kissed your lips. You would never have thought that Damian's way of kissing would be so passionate and romantic, as if he was protecting you from all the evils of the world with a simple kiss. Suddenly, everything intensified and he began to take your lips with such force that it seemed he loved and hated you at the same time.

His fingers caressed your hole with barely perceptible delicacy. Going to the most pleasurable place inside you, stroking that spot inside you that could make you delirious with pleasure.

— Your apology is worthless. — He said. — You don't want to apologize to me, you just want this from me. But I have been too mean to you lately, don't you think, my beloved?

[whotfislai]

Focus on you | seventeen, chan!

pairing lee chan & fem reader. (he says girl once)

genre fluff type shi

doei speaks! i love lee chan and you should too😤 ++ dividers came from h-aewo <3

it was one of those nights again. you were cuddled up under your silky sheets, missing your boyfriend.

dating an idol wasn't easy but the two of you made it work. being in LOVE with channie just felt good.

and he felt the same way about being in love with you.

you were the one thing that was constantly on his mind. from when he woke up, to during practice, and deep into the late hours of the night.

and you knew this because when you least expected it....

my channie♡ [12:50]: BABYYY I MISS U SO MUCH!! i need u right now😭

(yn) [12:51]: AWWW i miss u so much more <33

(yn) [12:51]: but its okay, you have an off-day in a couple of weeks from now or something, right?

my channie♡ [12:52]: i think so? but fuck. that's not soon enough.

(yn) [12:53]: i agree w that😔 BUT we'll spend time together soon, we both just have to be patient yk🥰

you weren't sure exactly how soon that would be, but for him, you'd wait and see. (THAT RHYMED AHAHAHAHSHS)

although, you wouldn't have to wait much longer.

around twenty-ish minutes of your conversation, you'd fallen asleep. but only ten minutes later, two notifications from your boyfriend woke you up.

my channie♡ [1:23]: babe, i know you're probably sleeping but i couldn't take it anymore

my channie♡ [1:23]: i need u SO BAD. i forgot my key pls open the door or imma have to break in

and almost immediately after reading his texts, you heard faint knocking at the front door.

"oh...no way..." you whispered to yourself as you tiredly got up, and made your way to the front door.

when you opened it, you were instantly engulfed in the tightest hug. he quite literally swept you off your feet.

but it was sweet, the way he held you so tight, almost cutting off your airflow. and even when he set you down so he could step inside the house, it was only momentarily.

"(yn), baby, i missed you so, so much." he whispered in your ear, pulling you into another breathtaking hug.

you returned the intensity of his hug as best as you could, plastering sweet kisses all over his face in the process.

and oh my god, chan loved every second of it.

"not being able to have you for that long would have KILLED ME, i swear. i just need you for tonight..." he mumbled, giving you a tiny kiss in the crook of your neck.

and then another one, and another one, and....

"lee chan!! you JUST got home, at least cuddle with me first!! gosh, you're so needy for me." you said, half-jokingly.

he laughed, releasing you from his death grip. "so what if i am? you're everything to me (yn). i need you to live y'know, i could DIE."

most people would assume he was joking but to be honest, you weren't too sure he was joking about that.

i mean, he did just sneak out of his dorm at one in the morning to be with you sooooo 🤭!

the two of you headed back into your shared bedroom, and began cuddling one another in bed, when you paused.

"are you sure this is okay?" you whispered, avoiding to look him straight in the eye. "i love that you're here, but what if you get in trouble for leaving? channie please, if you need to go back that's okay, i understand."

chan tilted his head a bit, narrowing his eyes. as much as he disliked worrying you, knowing you cared about the consequences he may face made his heart explode.

he gently pressed his hand to your chin, causing you to look upwards at him.

"(yn)...my sweet, beautiful girl. i couldn't give a shit about any consequence i might face. being with you is worth it all," he cupped your cheek, "and if you thought this was bad, you'll hate the things i plan on doing for you in the future."

before you could ask what the hell he meant by that, he leaned in and gave you a tender kiss on the lips.

so naturally, you brushed it off and decided tonight you'd focus on him.

just as he had been doing to you.

End!ㅤ

thanks for reading! i js love dino SO MUCH & i wanted to write a cute fic for him.

reblog / like it if you enjoyed <3

[skulls-soul]

There was this post talking about Luigi being absolutely unhinged

And then immediately made me think about this little joke that I like to do, in where I would go up to my sister, and just say smash (respectful) to anyone who I consider attractive

Purely just because I love fucking with her and every time I do it, she questions why I am the way I am

So now I can’t stop thinking about Luigi and Mario about to save the princess and while Bowser is popping off about his evil plan and what he’s going to do Luigi just shimmies to Mario and is just like

“Pssst hey bro”

“Wha?”

“Why he kind” (tucks hair behind ear)

“Luigi pls-a not again”

“ I’m just saying”

“Don’t”

“Smash”

Mario turn their backs away from Bowser to do a little group huddle

“ Mamma Mia Luigi, that’s it you’re no longer invited to help with rescue mission!” (whispers, but not that quietly)

“Whaaat why! What if you get hurt!”

“ because I can’t keep hearing about how you think my arch nemesis is fuckable for one more second!”

Now, I know what you might be thinking, did Bowser notice that they were no longer paying attention to him? and that I say yes of course, it’s like a sixth sense of his the second that someone stops paying attention to him When he demands attention, he will notice.

So what does he do? He sneaks up behind the brothers just in time to hear the last thing that Mario said

“Say what now?”

Both Mario and Luigi freeze as they take notice the giant, surprisingly sneaky for some reason koopa behind them, silently they both agree that instead of answering his question they will just start fighting then and there

Firstly because Mario doesn’t wanna repeat himself and he DEFINITELY doesn’t want Bowser to know that his younger twin brother find him attractive

secondly, Luigi doesn’t want him to know either, because frankly he would die of embarrassment, right on the spot

It’s too late though he knows and he will definitely be thinking about it later 

[laheyxlover]

Stuck Between Part 2

Quinn Hughes x Reader x Trevor Zegras

Part 2! Part 1, Part 3

Warnings: Mention of sex, slight guilt-tripping, shitty exes, Slight spice and angst.

Summary: A pool day with Trevor Zegras sounded amazing until you were brought back to your rocky relationship with Quinn. Somehow both boys felt so far away.

Pls send requests!

It was noon when you woke up, Trevor’s bed was soft with navy blue sheets. You frowned slightly as the memories from last night poured in.

“Go back to bed..” Trevor groaned as he threw his leg over yours to keep you in place. Trevor had stayed up all night and you both smoked weed in his bathroom. He was there to comfort you and you learned so much about him. 

And true to his word, he pulled you closer to him when he opened his eyes. 

“Can I kiss you?” You asked softly, giving Trevor a look that had him hardening in his sweatpants.

“No…” Trevor mumbled seeing the dejected look on your face. He reached out with one hand and dropped the joint into the water. He cupped your face in his hand softly rubbing your cheek. 

“Sweet girl, I want nothing more than to kiss you right now. But we just shared two joints and I want you to be sure about what you're asking me right now.” Trevor mumbled, his sentence fading out of his mouth and into your ears. You didn’t even consider that the sudden confidence boost could be related to the weed. 

“Oh, right..” You mumbled pulling away from him embarrassed.

“I want to kiss you, but I can wait. I have waited for the last three years.” His voice echoed in your ears as he smiled softly at you. 

“Can I kiss you?” Trevor asked softly, the warm sunshine made his hair glow against the pillow. 

You nodded as you leaned forward, you had no idea what was going on between the two of you. Something was different with you and Trevor. But then again Quinn had never raised his voice at you like that before. So everything was different now. 

Trevor cupped your face with his hand, before leaning in softly. 

So maybe too much changed in one night, which was stupid to you because Trevor simply was your friend. A friend who promised to kiss you, but it could’ve also been his weird sense of humor. However, a small part of you was hoping it wasn’t some weird joke to him. 

As Trevor moved to softly press his lips against yours, you both froze in place. Lips only a few centimeters as the echo of Quinn’s voice finds you both from the hall and brings you both back to reality. 

Trevor sighed as he pulled away, this wasn’t how he planned to win the girl. As much as he wanted to wake up to your face every morning. He refused to start something with you if that meant you losing Quinn. 

“How am I going to face Quinn?” You breathed out quickly, stumbling over your words. 

Trevor sent a reassuring smile, “I will lay off the flirting. I want to kiss you, but I think Quinn has the right to tell you how he feels”. 

“You think Quinn likes me?” You stared at him confused. He just said he wanted to kiss you, but he also just said he thinks Quinn has feelings for you. Or maybe you read too much into that. 

“I know so..” Trevor mumbles, throwing his arm over his eyes. Being the bigger man was brutal when you laid next to him. In his bed. With him. 

Trevor kisses your forehead, “Okay! Laying off the flirting..” he rolls back over defensively keeping his arms out when you try to hug him again. 

“You're respectful in such a ‘you’ way..” You teased him lightly. 

“I don’t even know what it means..” Trevor said, pushing himself off the mattress while groaning. 

Your stomach growled, reminding you of how late you had woken up. Bidding Trevor goodbye you made a stop at your room to change clothes before you walked downstairs.

You didn’t know why your friendship with Trevor felt closer. But after last night, Quinn felt like he was miles away from your reach. 

As your feet hit the bottom step, you glance up only to be locked in uncomfortable eye contact with Jack who was watching a baseball game. 

“Is something going on with you and Trevor?” Jack asks, keeping his voice a whisper-yell so that his jealous older brother can’t hear from the hall. 

“Like not platonically?” You raised your eyebrow, softly biting on the corner of your lips. 

“You know what I mean, he practically burst down the door once he heard Quinn raise his voice last night..” Jack said, turning off the TV as you moved to sit next to him. 

“I don’t know, we smoked a ton of weed and then Quinn just started freaking out on me. Jack, I have never seen him that vulnerable before..” You said gauging his reaction carefully. 

“I haven’t heard Quinn yell at anyone like that since Trevor asked you out a few years ago..” Jack said, sighing softly as he saw the concerned expression written on your face. 

“Trevor thinks Quinny is jealous..” You said, to which Jack gave you the sassiest look of his life. 

“You like a sister to me, but you're dumb as fuck..” Jack blurted out. His cheeks turned a soft flushed pink as he realized he said that out loud. 

“Don’t have to be such a dick, Jack..” You lightly glared at him. 

“Sorry- But Quinn has been in love with you since he punched your ex at that party..” Jack said, raising his arms in defense as he watched the mock anger be related to confusion on your face. 

Your face flushed, “But why didn’t he say anything?” you remembered that night well. 

“Come on. No one else cares if we make out on the couch..” Tyler, your boyfriend at the time kept pushing about making out in public. You thought he just liked the attention, but it was almost like he was challenging someone. 

“I don’t know Ty…” Your voice was shy, he had said this at every party. Then he would get shit-faced and go home without you. 

Tyler looked at you, then his gaze moved behind you. Trevor had been staring at you for a while now. It was pissing Tyler off, so he grabbed your chin and pulled you into a kiss. Trevor snapped his eyes away, not wanting to see him make his possessive claim of you. 

But Tyler wasn’t even looking at Trevor, he was looking at Quinn. Since the first time he laid eyes on her, Quinn was enchanted by you. Your smile, your eyes, and your laugh were enough to get him to at the very least be interested in meeting you. But you were too busy frowning as you stared at your boyfriend, slightly annoyed. 

“No!” You said softly moving away from him as Tyler’s eyes snapped to yours. 

Tyler moved to get into your face but Quinn was already rushing away from his spot beside Trevor. Quinn pushed Tyler back roughly. 

“She said no..” Quinn said, keeping his voice at a medium tone. 

“I am getting pretty tired of you staring at my girlfriend..” Tyler said offendedly, standing up to push Quinn back. The harsh shove causes you to sink back into the couch. 

You wanted to crawl into the seat cushions and never come up for air. 

“At least I don’t have to beg a girl to kiss me..”  Quinn’s quick retort causes Tyler to swing at Quinn. But years of hockey had taught Quinn to block and throw a punch right on the nose. 

“Oh shit!” You exclaimed moving away from both the boys until Tyler was running off to grab a towel for his bloody nose. 

Quinn looked at her shyly, like he was uncomfortable around her. Like he didn’t just punch her boyfriend for being pushy with her. 

Jack shrugged as he ate some fruit from the bowl in front of him. 

“Quinn didn’t want to start something right away, you just broke up with Tyler,” Jack said before dropping a grape into his mouth. 

You leaned forward and took one of his apple slices before you sat next to him. 

“How mad is he?” You said as your voice wavered slightly. You cursed your voice internally

“I don’t think he’s mad. I think he is freaking out because he took so long to tell you how he feels. He’s probably worried he lost you..” Jack shrugged as he held out his bowl of fruit to you. 

You smiled and took a grape before popping it in your mouth. 

“Did he lose you?” Jack asks suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence that fell between you. His gaze flickered behind you for a split second, but you thought nothing of it. 

“I honestly don’t know. I guess I always had feelings for Quinn, but I also recently developed a little crush on Trevor…” You breathed out, finally admitting it to someone felt good. Until it didn’t. 

You heard footsteps behind you, whipping your head to see Quinn standing at the bottom of the stairs. 

Quinn’s gaze flickered from you to the ground. Like he couldn’t bear to look at you. 

“Quinn..” You started but shut your mouth closed quickly when his head snapped up to you. 

You had no idea what to even say, it was all so messy. You were never one for drama and your indecisiveness scared you the most right now. 

Jack stood up, wanting to avoid the uncomfortable atmosphere. He made a quick escape to the kitchen. Mumbling something about getting a beer but you didn’t pay much attention to him. 

Quinn sucked in a sharp breath as he finally took a step towards you. “I shouldn’t have waited so long to tell you..” his voice was quiet. The situation reminded you all too much of that party three years ago. 

“It’s not like I was rushing to tell you either..” You felt some of the tension dissolve between the two of you. 

Quinn stepped closer once more, his feet nudging against yours as he looked down at you softly. His eyes were soft and loving, the intensity of his gaze made you feel small. Shrinking away slightly, you take a deep breath. 

“I won’t ask you to choose between Z and I right now…” Quinn said as his arm brushed against the inside of yours. 

“Can we just operate as normal? I just need a little time to think..” You said looking down, refusing to meet his gaze. But if you did look up, you would see the soft smile on his face. 

“I can wait. I have waited three years..” Quinn said before stepping away, the air around you seemed to relax. 

“I am gonna go check on Jack because I am very sure that he is listening in right now..” Quinn said as he made his way to the kitchen. 

Everything should’ve been back to normal. Except it wasn’t at all. You were left feeling even more confused than you had been before. 

Shortly after Quinn left, Trevor walked downstairs. His face lit up into a bright smile when he saw you. His eyes crinkled slightly as he made his way over to you. 

“Pool day?” Trevor offered before he quickly backtracked. “No strings attached, just two friends hanging out..” Trevor rambled on until you nodded. 

“Sure, let me go change..” You said heading up the stairs. After you left Quinn came back to the living room to find you gone. Trevor was scrolling on his phone on the couch. 

“We let her choose..” Quinn said standing a few feet away from the couch. 

“Yeah.” was all Trevor said, Quinn didn’t need to elaborate for Trevor to know what he was talking about. Trevor was almost offended that Quinn had to even say that. 

“If you hurt her..” Quinn started but was cut off by the glare Trevor sent him. They were good friends, Trevor always teasing Quinn. But something changed that between them. That something was you. 

When you came down with your bikini top and a pair of Luke’s swim shorts both boys stared at you for a second too long. Not caring to hide their gaze. 

“Why are you wearing Luke’s swim shorts?” Jack asked as he walked back into the room with a beer. 

You had walked out of your room frustrated, all of your swim bottoms were still wet or in the washer. 

“You good?” Luke asked as he closed the bathroom door behind him. His hair was damp, most likely from a shower. 

“All of my swim bottoms are in the wash or wet..” You pouted slightly before debating wearing the damp bottoms in your bathroom sink. 

“I have one from a few summers ago, not sure if it’ll fit though..” Luke shrugged softly. He was more of the quiet of his brothers. You had once caught him sneaking a beer a few years ago and never told Quinn or Jack. So you had Luke’s loyalty from the start. 

“Please, Lu!” You said smiling at the sweet gesture. 

Luke tilted his head slightly down before heading into his room. After a few moments, you heard shuffling and then Luke emerged from his room with a swim-suit bottom. 

“It had strings…” Luke said cautiously, he wasn’t used to sharing his clothes. But you were practically his sister at this point so he paid no attention to the bright smile on your face. 

You took them smiling, “I knew there was a reason you were my favorite Hughes brother..” you said in a sing-song voice. 

Luke’s face heated up slightly at your teasing, “Okay go away, you're getting annoying..” he mumbled before he headed back to his room. 

“Oh. Lukey was just proving why he's my favorite..” you said to which Trevor barked out a laugh before covering his mouth when the other Hughes boys sent him a glare. 

“That includes you, Trev.” You couldn’t miss the opportunity to make fun of him. Trevor was always teasing you or Quinn so it felt like finally teasing him back. Trevor rolled his eyes playfully. 

You looked at Quinn and took a quiet breath once his eyes locked on you. Quinn’s eyes were scanning over his body before they flickered up to meet yours. He turned his head away flustered. His shy demeanor always melted your bones. 

You turn back to Trevor, “ready to go swim?” you ask which makes Quinn take a quiet breath. You only heard it because of the proximity between you two. Quinn had shuffled closer to you when Jack first walked in. Like it was natural to be this close to you. 

Trevor stood up, tucking his phone in his pocket. “Yeah, I’ll meet you out there..” he said brushing past Quinn to rush up the stairs. 

You turned to Quinn and Jack, but your gaze stayed on Quinn. “You can join..” You said shyly, it made Quinn want to pull you closer to him. Like he used to, but nothing was like it used to be. So his arms stayed by his side as he shook his head. 

“Jack was gonna go with me to the store since Jamie drank the last of your daiquiris..” Quinn said with a light chuckle when he saw your face contort into mild annoyance. 

“That dick! Everyone knows that's the only thing I drink..” you pouted slightly before turning to Jack. 

“Wait, you'd go a half hour to the store to get my drinks?” You tilted your head watching as Jack grew a smug smirk. Jack patted Quinn's back as he leaned between the two of you to whisper. 

“You have my brother on a leash..” Jack whispered but there wasn’t a point because everyone in the room heard it.

Quinn glared at his brother as he pushed him towards the kitchen. “Ignore him, we are picking up Taylor,” Quinn says to which Jack grows a cheesy smile at the mention of his girlfriend. 

“Are you finally letting us meet her?” You said quickly pushing Quinn out of your way as you began throwing Jack a million questions. To which he gladly answered them all. 

After a while Quinn and Jack left, leaving you to relax by the pool. Trevor was lying on a pool floaty while you read your book. 

“You should read to me..” Trevor said tilting his sunglasses up, he winced at the sunlight until his eyes settled on your figure by the poolside. 

The small speaker you had brought wasn’t enough to drown out Trevor’s content ranting. But after last night you slowly started to like his rants. Slowly. 

“No.” You said putting your book down, deciding to wade into the cool water. The sun was beating against your back and it made you start to sweat. 

“Please..” Trevor begged, his attempt at puppy eyes made you laugh a little. But his pleading tone also made your stomach turn slightly. 

“No. I don’t even let Quinn read my books..” You say as you sit on the edge of the pool. Trevor slid off his floaty the second you got closer, opting to stand with his body between your legs. 

“You can tell me if this is too much. I promise not to be mad.” Trevor said softly, rubbing his hand over the middle of your thigh lightly. 

“I’m okay Trev..” You whispered, Trevor let out a deep sigh. “Thank god. I was so nervous..” Trevor said, chuckling lightly. It occurred to you that this was the first time you couldn’t see his cocky facade fade slightly. Trevor genuinely looked shy. It made your heart a little. 

“How can I convince you..” Trevor whispers, pressing his chest between your legs again. You unsurely wrapped your arms around his neck, relaxing a little when Trevor smiled brightly at you. 

You swallowed the bile in your throat. You were always shy around boys. Especially pretty boys. Who plays hockey? But this time you felt more comfortable. You could explore this without any of the expectations from Quinn. 

“I don’t know..” You tapped your finger on your chin pretending to think about it for a moment. 

Trevor tipped his head leaning down closer to your eye level. His chest pressing against you. 

“Trevor..” you whispered out, squeezing his hand that was still on your thigh. He stopped almost immediately and gauged your reaction. “What baby?” he spit out, not even processing the words he said. 

Your face slightly flushed at the pet name. “This is embarrassing! What if Jamie came out here!” You said moving out of his hold but Trevor’s hand on your thigh tightened. 

“Okay..” Trevor’s voice was soft and genuinely kind. “What about it embarrasses you?” he asked sweetly. Eyes filled with deep adoration. 

“I just don’t like the teasing, at least in front of others..” You said folding your hands in your lap. Trevor moved back from your legs, opting to admire you from your side instead. 

“Done. Anything else?” Trevor asked, wrapping his hand with yours. Resting in your lap softly he used his free hand to push his bangs against his head. 

The speaker by your book started softly playing ‘Safe In Your Skin’ by Title Fight. You shook your head softly. 

“No.” Your voice was quiet but Trevor never wanted to push you into talking to him. 

“Okay, no teasing. What about flirting? Because I think you would look better in my swim-shorts” Trevor said, raising his hands slightly. 

You tugged him back to stand in front of you with your connected hands. 

“If Quinn isn’t in the room..” You said, glancing down at your intertwined hands. You moved your thumb over his hand slowly. 

“Keeping me your dirty little se-” Trevor was cut off by you slapping your hand over his mouth. 

Your face felt like it was melting, your face turning a deep shade of red as Trevor laughed at your reaction. You slapped your hand over his mouth harder.

“Trev. I can’t have you teasing me like that..” You said with a warning tone, your voice surprised you slightly but you kept the facade. At least until Trevor licked a stripe on your hand. 

You pulled your hand away and wiped it on his shirt. “You don’t know where my hand has been..” You teased him hoping he would lay off flirting slightly. 

“Hopefully between those pretty legs of yours..” Trevor mumbled before slapping a hand over his mouth. 

“That was too much. I am so sorry..” Trevor said moving back, the pool water sloshing back. Trevor’s immediate apology sent butterflies to your stomach. You let out a soft smile. 

“It’s okay, we will find a middle ground eventually..” You said grabbing your book. Trevor nodded, sighing contently as he grabbed his floaty and climbed onto it. 

After a while of reading you put your book down at Trevor’s voice. 

“Could you check if my face is burnt?” He asked softly, kicking his legs so he floated over to you. 

You grabbed his face and leaned in to inspect it. Not expecting Trevor’s wet warms to pull you into him. The water sloshed underneath you both as he held you to his body. The pool floaty softly glides away from the edge of the pool. 

You laughed at him lightly, “Luke could walk out at any minute..” You said softly. Not pulling away in the slightest. 

“I just heard the boat go out. Luke must’ve snuck away to drive the boat while Jack and Quinn are out. 

You pulled away slightly at the mention of Quinn’s name. Trevor noticed and shrunk away himself. The pool-floaty is suddenly too small. 

“I should go get something to eat..” Trevor mumbled, flipping off the floaty. He suddenly felt sick as he thought about your reaction to Quinn’s name. You weren’t his. You weren’t Quinn’s though. But that was enough for him to feel insecure. 

Trevor rushed inside and you didn’t follow him until you were sure he went up the stairs. 

You had to make a choice. It’s not like both boys would share you. But the thought itself had you melting on your bed. 

[thatrandomidiot182]

Velaryon Reader!

Who has received news of the... fondness Lord Corlys has been showing two certain brothers in Driftmark. She sees what her father is imagining, and she hates it.

This time, no one is there to comfort her during her breakdown. She screams and cries and turns her bedroom upside down in her rage. She weeps and wails, lamenting over her parents' blatant refusal to acknowledge her. They didn't even acknowledge her betrayal!!

She vows to destroy her parents and their legacy. Their neglect will be the doom of the house Velaryon. Reader will ensure that no one will ever recognize the names Corlys or Rhaenys. No one will ever remember the Sea Snake and the Queen Who Never Was.

Their legacies will be erased, buried underneath the shadow of her glory. She will rewrite the histories in her name.

Soon, her name will be synonymous with House Velaryon, and no matter the outcome of this war, the true winner will be her, for she will be remembered regardless.

As for the happenings in the Red Keep, tension has formed among the council as Reader sits in on the council meetings in Aemonds stead.

During the meetings, Reader simultaneously sympathizes with Aegon and scorns him. He now tries to fulfill his duties, when it is already far too late. He expects everyone to respect and adore him when he has done nothing to warrant their approval or trust. He is arrogant.

Which keeps him blind...

When the discussion of Harrenhal is brought about, Reader reassures Aegon that Cole and Aemond have the situation handled.

"My husband and Ser Criston march on Rooks Rest as we speak. Harrenhal must wait."

"Wha- A pathetic prize! No, tell them to turn around at once, I want Harrenhal back!"

"I can assure you, my King, Daemon will find no love in the Riverlands. We will lose nothing by giving him time to make an arse of himself, but we will lose far more if we ignore our current situation in the crownlands."

Reader then goes on to demonstrate Aemonds thought behind taking Rooks Rest, much to the dissatisfaction of the councilmen.

"How exactly do you know this? Are we supposed to just believe the word of a woman? One who is not yet married into the royal family, mind you."

Reader then goes on to admit that her and Aemond had eloped before his departure, the looming threat of war and death being great motivators behind their decision.

"The Queen herself was our witness."

No one believed her words of course, but the matter was quickly forgotten when Reader mentioned that Aemond had been writing her letters informing her of his plans and actions.

Aegon is furious, and accuses them of scheming behind his back.

Reader humbles him very quickly once he lashes out at her. (This next part is spoken in High Valyrian and kind of replaces Aemonds speech lol.)

"You had more pressing concerns to address... What with your dealings in the court, and swearing in new Kingsguards... not to mention that you have just experienced a terrible loss... I did not wish to burden you further with a matter that seemed already handled. Of course, if you have a wiser strategy in mind, I encourage you to voice it to your council. I am sure they are all awaiting your thoughts..."

Aegon was rendered speechless, caught off guard, and completely clueless as to what was just said.

The king was made a fool of, stumbling over his second language like a child.

That night, as Reader was convincing Helaena to begin training with Dreamfyre, Larys runs straight to Reader after his brief meeting with Alicent in her room. He informs Reader of the tea (pls get the joke, I think I'm so funny) in exchange for an interesting rumor floating about The Vale.

Reader senses Aegons building frustration.

She sees his impatience and anxiety.

Watches how his helplessness and pride clash and begin to form the perfect rope for her to tie around his neck...

She hastily sends a letter to Aemond before making her move.

It was fate that she happened to visit just as Alicent had left Aegon with tears and snot running down his face.

She comforted the young king, cradling him and wiping his tears while he mumbled and whimpered about his mothers words.

Reader instills Aegon with confidence and advises him to do what his mother asks and prove himself a worthy king.

Someone worthy enough to sit the throne.

Someone worth listening to...

She fills his head with Illusions of grandeur and heroism, mindfully comparing him to the likes of Aemond, Cole and his father.

"No one would bow to a cowardly king. Bravery and honor are something you must earn, and the opportunity will not be found here, wallowing in your bed." (Hook, line and sinker folks.)

That night, Aemond flew back to the Red Keep with Melys' corpse grasped in Vhagars mouth. He rushed to meet Reader with an urgency previously unseen on the man. He speaks to her in rushed sentences, and hurried whispers.

Aegon was burnt out of the sky.

Melys the Red Queen was dead.

Rooks Rest was conquered.

Rhaenys Targaryen was captured, alive.

The latter being a close-guarded secret kept between no one but Aemond, Reader and her personal guard.

Reader then had Rhaenys imprisoned near Driftmark.

Many of its people still respected and adored her as its true heir, so it wasn't very hard for her to send her mother and her most trusted soldiers to some small castle on the edge of Driftsmark's lands. There, no one would suspect a thing, the soldiers bore the Velaryon color and sigil, and the castle was unknown to have a dungeon.

It was the perfect place to keep her until she was needed...

The next issue Reader dealt with, was the question of who would rule in Aegons stead.

Alicent had volunteered herself, which the rest of the council immediately shot down, much to Readers delight.

Reader then volunteered Helaena, as she herself is now in the position Alicent was just weeks prior.

"After all, she is the Queen, she is the obvious choice for regent."

While the rejection was not as harsh as Alicent's, it was still just as swift.

"The Queen is too soft. We are in a time of war, we need strength!"

"Then I believe our choice is already made clear..."

Alicent threw a fit when everyone agreed.

"It must be Aemond, the realm would call us hypocrites otherwise."

Alicent's last attempts died as Cole gravelly spoke,

"Aemond is next in line, it must be him."

As Aemond stood and moved to take Aegons seat, he made a show of having Reader occupy his own emptied chair.

Aemond wasted no time in making moves. First and foremost, Reader was officially seated on the council and named the Master of Ships, as she had her fleet gifted by her father and a newly acquired addition of fifteen ships and their men, won from the hands of Dalton Greyjoy during a game of cards.

Next, the joint Lannister and Wyld army was to march to the Riverlands and meet Daemon with force.

In order to address the concerns of the smallfolk, Aemond ordered a curfew to be set, and all entries were to be closed besides the main gate, where he instilled a mandatory checkpoint for any and all entries and exits made to be thoroughly examined.

He requested his mother to work with Reader and establish a 'clinic' at the sept, where the sisters and maesters were to treat the smallfolk at their whim, and where they would now host a bi-nightly rationing of fresh food. Simple foods, such as sandwiches and soups would be handed out as well as drinking water and 2-4 vegetables and fruits per family.

Tyland showed concern for how it would be funded and Reader ensured that it would all be taken care of.

By which she means she has huge shipments of food and gold coming in from Essos where she traded a pair of small, albiet habitable, unclaimed islands near Driftmark to the Triarchy.

In conclusion, a very productive meeting.

The announcements were met with confliction amongst the smallfolk. On one hand, they were anxious and infuriated at the lockdown, but on the other they were relieved and awed at the generosity and compassion showed by the Prince. Most were placated and went back to their homes in relief that their safety and wellbeing was being thought of and worked on. However, few still wanted out, and thus a large queue began forming at the main gate, people frustratedly waiting to go through the checkpoint and flee Kings Landing.

Reader personally assured her servants and handmaids of their and their families' safety and wellbeing, ensuring their already unwavering loyalty stayed strong.

Once in the quiet solitude of their now shared room, Reader and Aemond gather to discuss their future and the future of their houses and regroup their thoughts and experiences.

"I do not wish to give up on Jacaerys, I should like him to be spared somehow... So that we may one day make amends, all of us."

"It is unlikely to happen my love, instead of dwelling on possibilities we should focus on our current situation and our next moves."

Reader quietly relents to his words and informs him of Helaenas newfound determination to train with Dreamfyre. The rest of her free time would now be dedicated to running drills in the air alongside Reader and her dragon.

He mentions Aegon and his current predicament and Reader assures him that Aegons time will come. For now, they must deal with Rhaenyras growing boldness as her maid Elinda now roams Kings Landing.

Aemond goes on to question what will be done about Harrenhal and Reader explains that she believes it best that the Lannister/Wyld army await the rivermen at the Frey bridge. There, they will await Daeron and the Hightower army before continuing to confront Daemon alongside Reader and her dragon.

Aemond hates the plan and begs her to reconsider. Not only is it putting his baby brother at risk but her as well!

Reader is stubborn and insists that there is no other way.

If they allow Daemon to conquer the crownlands, they would be outnumbered, so it is best to strike him in neutral, open land before he gets too close.

If they instead wait and allow Daemon to march on Kings Landing, Rhaenyra and her dragons are sure to join and they would be conquered.

Aemond attempts to convince her to at least let him and Vhagar fly against his uncle instead but Reader immediately shuts that down.

She knows pitting him against Daemon would be sending him to his death. No matter how fearsome Vhagar is, Aemond is still fairly new to battle and easily influenced by his emotions and past grudges. He'd take the challenge as an opportunity to show off and prove his uncle as lesser then.

If he were to fight against Daemon, he'd lose.

Reader is convinced that her and Daeron would manage just fine and tells him so.

Aemond has no choice but to abide, though not without compromise. He proposes that Reader and the Lannister/Wyld army go to the Frey bridge while Daeron with the Hightower army will meet Cole, Gwayne, and her army to form a pincher maneuver and cage Daemon in.

Reader agrees, with perfect timing as the next day they received word of Jason Lannister summoning Aemond...

"Beloved-"

"I will send word to Lord Jason at once, husband. As soon as my affairs have been settled here, I will set out."

Oh man was the council in uproar at that, but, unlike Aegon, Aemond had complete control of the situation and quickly took the reigns of the conversation.

He immediately makes it known that the decision was not up for debate.

Cole and Reader would set out as soon as possible.

Tyland will go treat with the Triarchy for more ships (as a way to keep him out of Aemonds hair)

Aemond and Vhagar will stay in Kings Landing in preparation of any attempted invasion by Rhaenyra.

Alicent attempts to convince Reader to make Aemond reconsider dismissing her from the council before she leaves and Reader assures her that she will speak with him... But why would she do that when Alicent needs to be gone in order for Reader to make her next steps?

Reader flies out to the bridge after meeting with Jason Lannister at the Golden Tooth for a brief chat informing him of the change in plans. Once he and his men were sufficiently marching to their targeted location, Reader flies ahead in order to ensure the Frey's cooperation, lest they begin to have second thoughts about their allegiance.

In the meantime, Elindas efforts bore no fruit, as the smallfolk were plenty placated by the Regents newly established food drive. Ulf himself spoke out against the slander of his Queen and praised the Regent and his wife for their acts, which have been accomplished in such little time compared to Aegon or Rhaenyras continous demonstrated lack of care.

Orweyle informs Aemond that despite having made it through the night, the King shows no sign of awakening anytime soon and that the maids have done an excellent job thus far ensuring the kings comfort and wellbeing with their dedicated care. (👀)

Reader is greeted with a surprise upon her visit to the Frey's...

Jacaerys has been suffering a deep depression since their last meeting. The loss of both his brother and soulmate at once was a cruel reality he was forced to deal with.

He has taken to suppressing his grief and sadness and now turns to relying on his anger to keep him afloat. He functions with a fog in his brain and a weight in his heart, and only keeps pushing through to please his mother and see her victorious.

Seeing her again was never in his plans.

After all the suffering he has endured at her hand, he had hoped to never again face her as he knew it would cause him to falter.

Despite his rage and the unrelenting heartbreak, his stomach still flutters at the mere sight of her.

The Frey's are terribly nervous at the sight of the huge black dragon trailing behind Reader as she makes her approach towards their seated figures. They feel the tension between the two and don't hesitate to make a hasty departure once it was obvious that they were too preoccupied with making tense snide remarks to one another to care about their presence.

Jace is very curt, and attempts to instigate Reader into an argument.

Reader doesn't fall for his provocation and instead seizes the opportunity to apologize and attempt to explain her words from their previous encounter but Jace wants none of it.

"Enough nonsense, it is clear to me that we are here for the same reasons, therefore there is only one way we could possibly settle this affair."

"You would propose battle? So quickly? You and your little Vermax against me and mine? Truly Jacaerys, is this an attempt you fullheartedly believe will prove victorious, or do you think so little of me to assume that I would yield?"

"Fly or do not, Vermax and I will meet you with fire and blood regardless."

Reader begrudgingly follows his lead after his demonstrated stubbornness and mounts her dragon before taking to the skies alongside Vermax.

Despite the difference in size and experience between the two dragons, Vermax was remarkably swift and nimble in comparison to the larger.

Reader evades his attacks to the best of her ability but Vermax (reluctantly) follows his riders commands to the best of his ability and manages to land quite a few good nips and slashes on the larger beast, slowly chipping away at his wings and neck.

Eventually, Reader is forced to counter, as her dragons agitation and impatience begins to grow.

Thus, Jacaerys is forced into reluctant defeat as he abruptly finds Vermax's fragile neck in-between the maw of the black beast.

Reader instructs her dragon to carefully grasp Vermax in his clutches and begin towards a large clearing in the distance. Once there, Vermax is released and Reader dismounts to meet Jace in the middle of the meadow. (Am I imagining the meadow from twilight? maybe...)

Once his feet were planted firmly on the ground, Jace finds himself at a standstill with Reader and can't bring himself to utter a word.

Reader takes his silence in stead and wastes no time. She immediately apologies for Winterfell, and hastily explains her words and actions, begging Jace to reconsider his hatred for her.

Jace, although extremely reluctantly, accepts her apology and insists she honestly confess her thoughts on Lucerys and Aemond in exchange.

Reader agrees and the two form a momentary truce in order to face one another with open minds and neutral hearts.

Reader firstly assures Jace that she makes no excuse for the way she acted, but that she does regret it. She tediously walks him through her thoughts and actions that night, and explains how her desperation led her to speak before considering his feelings. She confesses her grudge against Lucerys and how the shared hatred of the boy is what led to her growing so close with Aemond in their youth. She insists that despite their grievances, the thought of killing the boy never would have been acted upon by herself or Aemond.

Jace is conflicted. He finds himself unwilling to trust her yet doing so regardless. He apologizes for his harsh words that night and assures Reader that he doesn't hate her. He may be incredibly upset at and hurt by her, but hatred is not found.

"I-I cannot find it in myself to hate you for such a reason. Even knowing you wanted to kill my brother could not deter me, I would be hypocritical to do so seeing as I myself wish Aemond dead."

He divulges his guilt over his own words, and explains how the grief and anger had taken over, completely overtaking any clear thought in the moment.

Reader properly consoles him and assures him that his apology is unwarranted.

"You have nothing to apologize for. You were grieving, and I had no place burdening you with my fantasies."

Another night passes, with the two reconciling and rekindling the fragile embers left of their relationship.

Reader tells him that she married Aemond.

Jacaerys is understandably crushed but vows to fight for her still.

Reader knows its a hopeless thought but entertains him regardless.

As the sun begins to rise, Reader and Jace share one last kiss goodbye before parting for their respective castles.

They had agreed to leave the Frey bridge up tot he gods, as whoever's troops reach it first will be the ones with the rightful claim.

When Reader meets back up with the Lannister/Wyld army, she is greeted by messengers from Kings Landing and Driftmark.

The news from Kings Landing wasn't particularly shocking,

Aemond wrote seeking advice on what to do about Rhaenyras bastard scouting.

Larys wrote in concern that Otto is MIA.

Helaena wrote with updates on her training.

The letters from Driftmark, however, from her men contained some much more interesting information...

First, a ship containing some very valuable 'cargo' was seized by Readers incoming ships from essos while crossing the sea.

Second, an unknown dragonrider has appeared in the skies of her hometown...

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

I really don't like this chapter, it just did not come together the way I wanted it to, but I refuse to let it hold me back so here it is! I will probably revamp this sometime in the future, but only after I finish the series.... maybe before starting the side chapters, who knows.. Anyways I hope you guys like where this series is headed so far, thanks for putting up with my shenanigans so far <3

[sorcerersseestars]

just like you <3

warnings: Gojo makes inappropriate jokes. Reader is gender neutral but refers to Gojo as “such a boy” once and is called princess by Gojo thrice. (it’s part of the story, I’m sorry ;-;). Kissing, suggestiveness, & confessions! Gojo is wearing his shades but I was too lazy to keep writing that in…

word count: 2.1k

I feel like Gojo and reader are in their late teens/early 20s in this! Also, I think this feels like more of a snapshot of one moment than a complete oneshot…I guess it’s a drabble then?? Not sure haha pls let me know if there’s a term for this

Gojo hates classical music. Growing up, his parents would drag him to so many ballets and operas, especially around the holidays. He can’t count on both hands how many performances of the Nutcracker he has seen, which was always such a snooze fest for him—he used to point and laugh at the poor child who had to play the rat, which is usually how he got out of seeing the rest of the performance, since the ushers would quickly kick out him and his family for his behavior.

In essence, Gojo has always gone about his life convinced that classical music is horribly boring and that he abhors it.

That is, until you reintroduce him to it. When you ask him if you mind listening to a piece with him, he’s a bit surprised—and of course, apprehensive. How is he going to break it to you that he hates something you hold so dear? But it’s you, so he relents—how could he ever say no to you?

“It’s called Scheherazade,” You say, shyly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s based on a Thousand and One Nights, y’know, the really old story. Do you know it?”

You’re both sitting on your bed. You are sitting cross-legged, while Gojo rudely stretches out his legs (manspreads!), leaving little room for you. You don’t complain, though—you like being this close to him, even if you can’t admit it to yourself.

“I haven’t heard of it,” He admits. He feels so relaxed with you that he yawns even though he isn’t necessarily sleepy. You seem to take this the wrong way, though.

You become embarrassed. “Oh shit, this stuff is kinda nerdy, huh? I don’t want to bore you-”

“You won’t,” He says immediately, firmly. His blue eyes seem to look right through you, making you nervous under his persistent gaze. Maybe if this was music history class, he’d sigh and moan, but since you’re the one telling the story, there’s no possible way he could get bored.

“Oh, r-really?” You stammer out, quickly looking away from his bold gaze (does he always look at you like that?) “Okay then. Uh, so basically, this king found his wife in bed with another man, so he uh– killed her and all of her servants. He kinda went crazy after that and took revenge on women by summoning one virgin to his chamber every night and executing her before the night was up.”

He shifts from his position, leaning in toward you to whisper, “I don’t think he was a very nice king, but don’t tell him I said that.”

You laugh at his lame joke, which makes him feel warm inside.

“Well, one night, a woman named Scheherazade volunteered to be the virgin to go to him one night. Her family was distraught, thinking they were going to lose their daughter to their insane king. But after the first night was up, everyone was surprised to see she was still alive in the morning. This repeated on and on. She was really clever and told him an unfinished story every night, telling him that he would have to wait until the next night to hear the ending. And she did that One Thousand and One times, hence the name of the story.”

“So you’re telling me that she edged him with the same story for one thousand and one nights and he never noticed? Seems kinda gullible, if ya ask me.”

“Why do you have to put it like that?” You say, flustered by his wording. “Ugh, you’re such a boy sometimes.”

“Am I wrong, princess?” He smiles. Your heart skips a beat at his use of a pet name, but you try not to make it obvious.

You roll your eyes. “W-whatever! Anyway, he eventually fell for her and made her his queen. That’s what this piece is based on—or that’s the simple version of it, at least.”

“So, let me get this straight—she tamed an actual virgin-killer?”

“Satoru!” You try to sigh, but can’t hold back your laughter. “That’s not the point!”

“It kinda is though, isn’t it?” He playfully argues. “Actually, I’d argue that’s the climax of the story. After that, everything gets resolved!”

You make a face when he calls it the ‘climax’. In turn, he pokes your cheek.

“What, you don’t like my literary terminology? C’mon, that’s literally what it’s called!”

“You’re such a perv! Virgin killer this, climax that,” You wrinkle your nose in semi-faux disgust. “Just shut up and listen, I’m going to turn it on.”

“Oooo, you’re gonna turn it on!” Gojo says, waggling his fingers and doing jazz hands.

You cross your arms and put on your sternest look. “Do you want to listen to it or not?”

He holds up his hands in surrender. “I’m sorry, officer, I’ll behave now!”

You giggle. “Okay, enough. I’m gonna start it now, for real. It’s kinda long, so sit tight.”

You press play on your device, fiddling with the volume for a bit since classical music has such high highs and low lows. You’re still nervous if he’s going to like it or not, so you aren’t as immersed in the music as you usually are. You keep glancing at Gojo out of the corner of your eye, praying you’re not boring him to death.

As the music plays on, you begin to relax and imagine the story in your head. You close your eyes, savoring the colorful tones of the different instruments and the singing melodies.

You open your eyes at the start of the second movement, and are surprised to find Gojo’s eyes completely on you. The solo violin sings beautifully iand the harp tugs at your heartstrings in the background, making the sensation of his eyes on yours all the more evocative. You lose your breath; neither of you look away. It should be awkward, but it isn’t.

“D-do you like it?” You stupidly ask.

“It’s beautiful,” He says softly, eyes still on you. Just like you are the words left lingering on his tongue, right there yet left unsaid.

“Really?!” You answer excitedly—but again, stupidly. “I- uh, I’m gl–”

You cut yourself off with a yelp as the mood in the music suddenly changes. You had turned it up during the quiet opening, since you could hardly hear, so this loud and sudden start to a stormy section catches you off guard. You instinctively flinch and grip the nearest thing around you for comfort…

…That ‘thing’ being your friend, Satoru Gojo. You’re holding his thick biceps tightly, not realizing your blunder in your haste.

He smirks at you but doesn’t move away. If anything, he leans in to you. “Aw, did you get scared? It’s just vibrations wiggling the air, there’s nothing to be scared of.”

You instantly let go. He laughs at how quickly you back away, and you can only hope he doesn’t sense the heat on your cheeks. So embarrassing.

“You–! Ugh! I was just caught off guard!” You say, brushing your hands off just for show. "It just suddenly got so loud that I got startled.”

“That sounds like an excuse to me,” He jests.

“Think whatever you like,” You sigh, exasperated. “But c’mon, we have to finish it! We’re only halfway and we just missed some.”

“Okay, okay, let’s keep going then.” He says, motioning for you to continue. “Just so you know, it’s fine if you need to hold onto something—or should I say somebody—at the next ‘scary’ cymbals crash…”

You glare at him and harshly press the volume up button. You smile as the music returns to your ears, and you slightly sway to the melody. You’re too into the music to notice how Satoru gazes affectionately at your gentle swaying, a small smile gracing his lips.

By around the middle of the third movement, The Young Prince and the Young Princess, you check back in on Gojo. This movement is calmer and slower, not as exciting as the first two, so you worry he may not find it engaging enough.

“What do you think about this movement?” You ask him quietly.

“This one?” He responds, and you nod. “I like it, maybe more than the others. It’s very romantic. And it’s kinda fitting.”

You have no idea what that could mean. You freeze, worrying that it’s a joke that you’ll fall for and get hurt over.

But you ask anyway. “Fitting?”

“Mmhmm,” He rumbles. “The Young Prince and the Young Princess. That’s the title of the movement, isn’t it?”

“It…it is,” You confirm hesitantly, afraid to misunderstand him. “A-and…?”

“Well, princess,” He says, and you again practically melt at the pet name. “I think this movement is very pretty.”

“Pretty?” You echo back. “Yes, I guess it is.”

“Yep, pretty,” He says. “Just like you.”

“I–huh?!”

He said it so casually and with so much ease that you practically missed it.

Just like…you?

“What did you just say?” You ask with wide eyes. You’re trembling and your face feels so hot.

He inches closer to you. You have to fight not to react—whether that would be to lean in or back away, you do not know. You like him so much that it scares you—he practically holds the reins to your emotions.

“I said that this movement is pretty, just like you,” He says, eyes flickering down to your lips then back up to your eyes. “Is there something wrong about that? You can’t crucify me for telling the truth.”

You brain cells start to fizzle out. All you can think to say is, “Crucify you?”

Gojo chuckles. “I call you pretty, and you’re focusing on my wording?”

“Well, I- you’re talking like it’s biblical times or something!”

“Maybe your story reminded me of that. You were the one talking about executing virgins,” He says, then comes closer still. “Pretty.”

He’s so close that you’re sure he can feel your quick breaths fanning his face. You’re so nervous that your breathing comes fast and shallow.

You swallow your fears. It’s now or never.

“Satoru,” You start shakily, then steady yourself with a big breath. “I think…I think you’re pretty, too.”

He blinks. You blink.

You’re so sure that he’s about to make fun of you for what you said—is it weird to call a boy pretty?—and you’re so sure that he’s going to boisterously laugh in your face and reveal that it’s all one big joke that everyone else was in on.

You’re so embarrassed. You cover your face with your hands, mortified by your own actions. The laughter is coming, you know it.

And it does. But it’s different than you imagined.

He’s laughing softly. You peek through your fingers. He seems to be…amused?

“You’re so cute,” He says. “So pretty. So endearing, d’ya know that?”

Your voice comes out so small and vulnerable. “Really?”

“Really,” He affirms. “And I…I really want to kiss you, pretty.”

Your eyes meet his. You’re electrified by the genuine want and need in his gaze. He’s serious.

“Then kiss me, Satoru.”

Ah, so there’s the sassy tone you usually have towards him. He chuckles and traces your jawline with his fingers. He savors in the way you squirm and how your breath hitches when his fingers reach your neck.

He leans in and circles his arms around your waist, pulling you into a deep kiss. You hold onto his biceps again for support, which flex under your palms as he takes the kiss deeper. You feel even hotter than before, if that was even possible.

He finally breaks the kiss, and you’re surprised to hear his equally shaky breathing. “I really like you, princess. I really like you.”

You laugh softly, pressing a hand against his firm chest. “Satoru, I like you too. If it wasn’t obvious.”

“Maybe it was with the way you practically fell into my lap when you got scared–”

“I did not!!” You bury your face in your hands again.

“Kidding, princess!” He kisses your cheek. “You’re so easy to rile up…Oh, by the way, did you know that I hate classical music?”

“You do? Really? Oh, god, you must have been so bored the whole time, I knew it–!”

“No, no I really enjoyed this. Seriously.” He says with conviction. “I wasn’t faking anything. Ever. It just feels so different with you…”

“Satoru…” You whisper.

He starts leaving kisses on your jawline, causing you to shiver. “You just drive me crazy, princess. ‘Couldn’t stop thinking of you while we were listening. I wanted to kiss you so bad the whole time.”

“Then we gotta make up for the lost time, huh?” You say, pulling him into another kiss.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” He sighs, letting himself get lost in you.

Scheherazade continues playing in the background, but it’s on neither of your minds now. You barely even hear it, even though you had been so insistent on listening to the whole thing through before. Even when the ending chords fade out, both you and Satoru are trying to catch your breath, craving more.

Fin.

Thank you for reading!! I don’t feel like it’s my best work, but i hope it’s still a little enjoyable! 🥹 I got the urge to write this out of NOWHERE and wrote it all today…I never do that haha so that was quite the surprise for me.

Note: To all the fellow classical music nerds out there, I’m aware that Scheherazade isn’t actually classical, but…let’s just put that aside, shall we? :) I’m just using layman’s terms so that everyone can understand and enjoy!

[livwritesstuff]

for @steddie-week day 7 (a day late bc sunday errands got a lil out of control)

this is a sneak peek of an upcoming fic (vibe is slow burn TV co-stars Steddie feat. denial of feelings, a betrayal, and chaotic misuse of social media) and I am Very Excited (that being said pls don't ask about a timeline bc I don't have a clue 😅)

tags: modern day, famous au, actor!steve, actor/singer!eddie, pre-relationship, fake dating (kind of)

The real point of no return in all this, Eddie knows, was the call with PR.

It – as in, having a little fun with the ridiculous dating rumors about him and Steve that had started floating around early on during the press tour for the TV show they'd filmed together last year – was all just a fun little joke until he woke up to a GCal invite in his inbox from the studio’s PR team and ended up on a thirty minute call where a bunch of random suits with fake-ass smiles laughed and said wouldn’t it be funny – wouldn’t it be a goddamn laugh-riot – if you guys played into the rumors? Just for the press tour?

(Just while we can profit off it?)

Yeah. Eddie knows the real motive here but his sense of self-preservation is, like, broken or something (defective at the very least) and he’s always down for a spectacle, so the second he sees Steve nodding his agreement, he agrees too.

It takes less than an hour for PR to send out an updated press schedule, one that now had Eddie paired with Steve at basically every opportunity, which…Eddie feels torn two ways about because, like, it’s an ensemble show. He’d actually really like to do some of this press stuff with Robin and Nancy too. On the other hand, all jokes aside, Eddie does have a pretty pathetic crush on Steve Harrington, so he sort of wants to clock all the hours with him as he can before the show comes out and all this comes to an end, when their paths will separate once again and remain that way probably forever (or until the show gets renewed for a second season, but that’ll be up in the air for a while).

And yes, Eddie sees the irony in the situation. Look – it’s not like he wanted to have a crush on this guy.

Their characters are practically brothers, and Eddie had been on enough sets to know that coming off a project even just being friends with castmates isn’t a walk in the park in and of itself.

Sure, Harrington’s cute – Eddie had noticed it the second they met, but he’d noticed it in kind of a clinical, detached way, like how he could hold an opinion on how good-looking one girl is from the next even if it didn’t do anything for him. He knew that Steve’s a good-looking dude, but more importantly, he’s an honest-to-god good person. Eddie wasn’t even thinking about being anything other than Steve’s friend because he could recognize the kind of privilege that alone is.

So, yeah. No crush on Steve Harrington in sight – not in the beginning, anyway, and not during the entire filming process. Then they started to film all the promo material, and the press tour had kicked off with an eight hour press junket, and after that very first interview (a fifteen minute sit-down with an entertainment talk show), Eddie had turned and asked Steve if he’d fucked up at all (because this is first time on a project big enough to have a real press tour and, seriously, he had no goddamn context for how any of this shit was supposed to go). Steve had just smiled and kicked his ankle and told him he did good and to stop worrying.

And something about that – the little kick to his ankle – had Eddie’s heart turning over like he was part of those trashy romance novels he outright refused to pick up (even though he’d put in a fair bit of time ogling the men on the covers as a horny, closeted teenager).

Oh, fuck, he’d remembered thinking.

Stop it, he’d tried to tell his heart or his brain or whoever else could be responsible for the feelings that were creeping in.

But it was already too late.

It only took a couple hours after the call with PR for Eddie to wonder if he might have made a mistake.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” Eddie asked after scrolling through a thread of comments on a clip of an interview that made its way over to TikTok (the thread started with i’ve never seen steve look at anyone like that before and he stopped scrolling after won’t waste my time watching now with an anxious feeling swirling in his gut).

“Huh?” Steve blinked at him.

“I mean,” he paused, “Not every straight guy would be cool with the whole world thinking there’s something going on between him and his gay coworker.”

And Steve had merely shrugged.

“I really don’t think the whole world is tuning into the press tour for some nerdy doomsday show,” he had replied, and then he’d added, “And whoever said I’m straight?”

As if that hadn’t blown Eddie’s whole goddamn mind.

So…fuck it. What’s the worst that could happen?

[sorrowsofsilence]

Deeper • Ruffilo

Pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo x FemReader

Words: 3.5k

Warnings: Smut (18+, unprotected PnV pls wrap it before u tap it, slight breeding, inside orgasm), alcohol, swearing, jealousy, teasing. Legit just smut but with some plot lol

Prompt: you know what they say, bassist string it deeper.

Authors note: I’m so fucking tired but I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I am a literal puddle. Also this ended up being way longer than intended, oops :3

THIS IS A FANFIC USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THAT THIS PERSON WOULD DO THIS IRL OR ACT LIKE THIS! ITS FICTION!

Tags: @sammyjoeee @cookiesupplier @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @th4t-em0-k1d @lans-angels @dsireland86

Well, you know what they say, bassists do it deeper.

Ruffilo was never a fan of social situations, or people he didn’t know. If he could stay at home and away from the public’s eye, he would. He’d be happy just living with his best friends and some cats, as he was extremely shy; but he was also very needy.

Nick was always fighting for your attention; especially when you laughed a little too hard at one of Folio’s jokes, or a sarcastic comment of Jolly’s. He’d wrap your fingers through his, pulling at your arm so you would sit next to him, tugging you gently away from whoever else you were talking to. Sometimes he got jealous of all the attention you’d receive, especially when out in public; but if anything he despised when you talked to Noah. You were definitely waaay too flirty with him- in Nick’s opinion- but he’d never tell you he thought this because you and him were just friends. Noah played into the teasing you gave him; even though he knew Nick had a thing for you.

It was Halloween, Noah’s birthday; all the boys plus a bunch of friends were celebrating in their Los Angeles home. Nick’s leg bounced anxiously as he sat at the kitchen table with a drink in hand, waiting for you to show up. He exhaled sharply through his nose, eyes staying fixed on the front door as he took a sip, nearly spitting out the vile red mixture. Vodka cran my ass tastes more like some sort of disgusting pink Whitney mix. He thought.

Nick’s mind began to race, thinking about you. You were an hour late, something that rarely occurred because you were always extremely punctual. He wondered where you were; his comfort person. His anxiety was rampant at the amount of people in their house. All he wanted was to see you, so you could tell him everything would be okay; but also because he was head over heels in fucking love with you.

Folio and Jolly were off playing a game of definitely rigged cup-pong, while Noah jumped through various conversations with each guest, thanking everyone for showing up to celebrate his birthday.

Nick took another sip, hand shaking in anticipation as he watched various couples dance through the kitchen, the music loud, echoing through the walls. He readjusted his Jedi- robes multiple times, tugging on the fabric nervously.

Finally, the front door opened, and Nick had to stop himself from standing up immediately at the sight of you, ready for you to hold him in your arms. You waltzed into the house, the thick-heeled boots you wore thumping against the ground, following the beat of his heart.

You smiled when your eyes met his, your dark burgundy lipstick parting, radiating against your skin; his heart pounded heavily. His eyes fought the urge to skim across your body, particularly across your exposed thighs, as the short black skirt you wore rode up dangerously high. He was practically melting in his chair, pants beginning to tighten at the thought of bending you over the counter, taking you from behind.

“What’s up Anakin,” you said, your own eyes glancing across his robes, grinning at his nerdy costume. Nick was always such a dork for Star Wars, but he was your dork.

Nick smiled, relief evident on his face that you were here; but the lingering lust he felt towards you crawled through his skin. His throat began to tighten, and words fumbled. He grabbed his cup, swallowing the remaining vodka-Whitney-cran or whatever the fuck it was, eyeing your every move as you made yourself at home, navigating through the kitchen with ease.

You placed your grocery bag of snacks and drinks you brought in the fridge, closing the door with your heel before cracking open a cooler, and taking a sip as you turned towards Nick. He loved how comfortable you were here, in his house, as if it was your own. Where you were meant to be.

“Hey,” Nick nodded, the corners of his mouth turned up. “Freddy Kruger.”

He maintained eye contact, your E/C eyes lingering in his, the glint in them playful, as if you knew what you were doing to him. The cut-up red and black striped sweater hung cropped across your body, leaving one shoulder exposed, a variety of fake slashes drawn into your skin. The faux-clawed glove was placed on your non-dominant hand, and a brimmed felt hat was placed on top of your head.

“Do you like it?” You asked, giving a slight twirl, and as you turned Nick swore he could see the bottom outline of your cheeks. His face flushed as he shifted in his seat, eyes turning to the floor, becoming very interested in the wood.

“You look fantastic,” Nick said.

You smiled as your face warmed at Nick’s words, even if prompted. Taking another sip of your cooler you hoisted yourself on the counter, sitting on top of the faux marble, the top cold against your thighs.

Nick’s silver eyes glanced up at you through his lashes, before he stood up, grabbing himself another drink.

“You drunk yet?” You asked him, and Nick shook his head in response.

“I was waiting for you, plus, I didn’t want to participate in folio’s rigged version of cup pong. Who plays it where if you miss the ball you drink?” Nick pressed his lips together, before going back to the punch bowl to fill his cup.

“The hell is that?” You nodded towards the bowl, curious about what sort of Halloween-themed drink was made.

“Some garbage Jolly mixed up.” Nick looked into the cup, shrugging before taking another sip. His eyebrows furrowed in disgust, squeezing his eyes shut.

A laugh escaped your lips, “Let me try.”

Nick walked towards you, your legs parting slightly as he stood between you, careful not to get too close, reaching the cup out for you to grab.

Instead of grabbing the cup you leaned forward, placing your lips against the plastic, prompting Nick to feed you the liquid. He tilted the cup, eyes watching your lips intensely as you followed his stare. You took a big sip, coughing after you pulled away. The alcohol flowed down your throat, burning at its strength.

“Jesus, that’s fucking gross,” you covered your mouth briefly before taking a chaser of your drink. You chugged the rest, letting your legs swing as they dangled off the counter, Nick still standing close to you, the heat radiating off of him.

You leaned to the side, tossing the can into the recycling as Noah turned the corner, his eyes brightening into a drunken smile as he swayed towards you, open arms.

“Y/N!” He yelled, the bass of the music pumping in the background.

“Noah!” You immediately jumped off of the counter, being engulfed in his embrace. Noah’s hands trailed down your back, dangerously close to the bottom of your skirt. “Happy birthday you nerd!”

Nick watched as you two hugged, his chest tightening as Noah’s hand rubbed up and down your body.

The two of you swayed, Noah, leaning all of his weight into you in a drunken state. You smiled into Noah’s hug, squeezing him. As you pulled away, you readjusted his Leaf Village headband, a sly smile playing on your lips.

“You’re such a dweeb,” you pushed Noah’s shoulder, and he smiled staring down at you, “and you’re so drunk already.”

“Nahh ” Noah wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you against him, “you’re just not drunk enough. Time for some shots!”

You laughed, agreeing as Noah reached into a cupboard for a bottle of tequila- something he knew was your favourite. Noah filled two shot glasses, before you wrapped your elbows around each other, taking two shots of alcohol together in a ritualistic fashion.

Nick averted his eyes as his breath hitched, refusing to watch as Noah held you to his side after the two glasses rested back on the counter.

Your head rested on Noah’s shoulder as you hiccuped from the alcohol, eyes looking up at him. Noah began to sway back and forth to the music, pulling you along with him, before swinging you around. You laughed with Noah, smiles beaming against each other. You followed Noah’s body but watched Nick the entire time.

Nick didn’t look at you, eyes fixated on his cup that he took another drink from, swallowing every drop of liquid. You sighed, shrugging Noah off of you before walking up to Nick, and wrapping your arms around him. He stiffened at your touch but put his arms around you.

“Aw Nicky, are you jealous?” You teased, reaching up to run your fingers through his long dark hair. Your chest rested against his own, and you could feel his heart vibrate against yours. You tried pulling his body to dance with the music, but he remained put, placing his arms across your back, hand holding you against his chest.

“Thanks for the drink No-wah,” you smiled cheekily at him.

Noah grabbed a beer from the counter, “anything for my baby girl.”

Nick was jealous. He was jealous at how easy you and Noah got along, and how you were ready to be in Noah’s arms at any second, but he didn’t know that you knew this got under his skin.

You knew flirting with Noah made Nick jealous, and you loved how possessive Nick always got once you went crawling back to him. You wanted Nick to be jealous, and you wanted him to want you.

Both of you desired each other, but neither was brave enough to make a move.

“C'mon,” you grabbed another cooler from the fridge for you and Nick, bending over slightly in his direction so your ass was barely exposed to him.

Standing up you sauntered towards him, hanging him the can before grabbing his hand. Feeling the warm feeling of the alcohol start to pulse through your veins, you tugged him along the house, walking past the crowd of people before you walked into the living room.

You wrapped your fingers in Nick’s inked ones, holding him close to you.

The living room was packed with people, the only spot available being on the couch; for one person.

You motioned for Nick to sit before inviting yourself to sit on his lap. Nick’s breath caught in his throat in surprise.

You wiggled to get comfortable, and Nick placed his arms across your torso, holding you still against him.

You knew he wouldn’t be able to contain his excitement if you kept moving.

Folio and Jolly’s cup pong game was going on in front of you, and as you brought the can of alcohol to your lips you couldn't help but let a sly smile play at your lips as you thought about teasing the man beneath you.

You pushed into his lap, wriggling your hips along to the music.

“Sorry Nicky, trying to get comfortable,” you said playfully, chugging the can of alcohol before placing it on the coffee table.

Nick’s fingers dug into your hips, attempting to hold you still against him; but he hardened beneath you, a quiet groan heaving from his throat as you shifted along his lap.

“Y/N,” Nick warned, letting a hand go as he grabbed his can, drinking the entire thing to give him the liquid courage.

Both of you felt the buzz of inebriation, allowing the warmth to consume you. Pretending to be invested in the game ahead you leaned back, placing your back against Nick’s chest, letting his hands roam the top of your thighs.

“What are you doing,” Nick asked through gritted teeth, but his heart raced in anticipation at your actions.

You dug your hips into him, feeling the music. No one would be paying attention to the two of you, everyone, including yourselves, would be too drunk to notice.

Sitting up you spun your body so you were straddling his waist, legs parted on either side of him. Your skirt was so short it rode up, exposing the underwear you wore beneath; but only for him to see.

Nick swallowed harshly, eyes glazing over in infatuation as he watched you, your lip finding its way between your teeth. Placing your arms around his neck you eyed every expression, glazing over every detail of his face as Nick flushed. As your body swung back and forth gently, you gained the courage to lean forward, placing a gentle kiss on Nick’s lips.

Nick stared at you, almost in shock. He wasn’t sure if this was a prank, or if he was already so far gone that he was lucid dreaming.

Nick's hands glided along your thighs as they gripped you from behind, squeezing gently. You had kissed him, and his entire body was on fire.

“Kiss me,” you said in a hoard whisper, almost desperate, waiting for Nick to respond to your first move.

Nick was hesitant and nervous as he pulled himself closer to your lips, brushing over them gently, before closing the gap between you.

You sighed into his mouth, relieved as Nick reciprocated feelings, allowing yourself to relax into his touch, body heating as his hands roamed behind you, squeezing gently at the skin.

You deepened the kiss, pushing your lips firmly into his, closed-mouth kisses opening with each wave, allowing your hands to roam into his hair, tugging softly on the strands.

Nicks's body convulsed below you, and he pulled away, staring up at you with awe.

“Want to go upstairs?” You asked, and he nodded eagerly as you crawled off of him. Nick grabbed your hand hastily as he pulled you behind him, the journey up the stairs feeling like it dragged on forever.

The music pumped below you as Nick closed his bedroom door, the sound dampening ever so slightly, the floor shaking with the bass.

Nick immediately shoved you into the wall, lips all over yours in desperation, devouring you, years of pent-up need coming out full throttle.

His hand roamed up your body underneath your torn long sleeve, granting himself access to all the curves he’d dreamed of touching. The number of times he touched himself, fantasizing about your taste, left his knees weak as he let his mouth explore yours, finally.

You moaned against Nick's lips as he fondled your chest, his hands searching very crevasse of your being through years of missed opportunity. You moulded into his touch, feeling excited as your abdomen vibrated in complete want for the man holding you against the wall.

Nick's fingers lingered underneath your skirt before pulling it up gently, grazing between your panties before roaming back up.

You moaned against the subtle tease, eyebrows furrowing as you pulled away from his kiss.

“Nick, please, don’t tease me,” you whined, pressing your forehead against his own.

Silver eyes bore into you as his lips tugged up into a sly smile, “if you don’t like my teasing, why are you moaning?”

Nick’s fingers roamed between your legs again, gently pressing where you needed him most and a feral sound escaped your lips, leaving you embarrassed. Nick stared at you with lust, almost in shock by how you were reacting to him. Nick allowed his fingers to glide between your body and underwear, feeling between your folds. His already hard body pulsing even deeper as he felt how soaked you were; all for him.

“Please,” you said as he touched you.

“Please don’t stop Nicky,” you whispered as his hand dipped between your layers. Nick planned to make her soar, but first, he loved hearing you beg for him, and only him.

“What do you want,” Nick's lips brushed across yours, this unknown confidence sending his hormones to the moon. The woman of his dreams was wriggling beneath him, desperate for anything he had to offer.

“I need you,” you said, pulling his face into yours again, allowing your tongue to explore his mouth, tasting all of him. “I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t even walk.”

Nick almost melted at your words, his heart beating so fast in disbelief. You want him to pleasure you.

He nodded eagerly, pulling you towards his bed, and tossing the Star Wars bed sheets aside. Nick pushed you into the bed, on top of you with all of his weight, allowing himself to dominate over your body.

Kissing down your neck your hands roamed across his back, and finally, he stared you down.

“Are you sure you want to do this Y/N? Because there is no way we are just fucking friends after this. You’re mine.”

You shuddered at Nick's possession, nodding, “I’ve always wanted to do a little more than kiss.”

Nick blushed, kissing you again before letting his lips trail down your neck, sucking on the delicate skin that lay between your neck and collarbone.

“You’re mine.” He said, marking what was his property before turning your body so you were above him.

“Ride me until your legs start shaking from the pleasure. Let me fuck you so deep you can’t even think about anybody else ever again; then I’ll flip you over and drill you to finish it off.” Nick growled, and your eyes widened at this needy side of Nick you’ve never seen before, but you were ready to give him anything he wanted.

Nick pulled off his robes, leaving his body exposed for you, you pulled off your sweater, showing off your chest and Nick's eyes devoured you, absorbing everything you showed him. He’d dreamed of this moment and what you looked like many times: but even his mind couldn’t come up with anything as beautiful as the real thing.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous,” he worshipped you allowing his hands to follow your curves once again. He pulled up your skirt, exposing your lower body as he moved your underwear to the side, positioning himself below you.

“I can’t believe you wore a skirt this small with no fucking shorts,” Nick mumbled, preparing himself.

“I wore it just for you,” you smiled, before closing the gap and pushing down onto Nick’s body, your arousal gliding you smoothly along him. Both of you groaned in disbelief, Nick relishing in how good you felt wrapped around him, his body finally reaching every part of you.

Your mouth opened widely as Nick filled you, a squeak of shock tugging at your throat as Nick squeezed your sides, pulling you up and down to get you to move.

You slid up and down his body with ease, hands on his chest for support as you road him, rolling and grinding deeper into his body, Nick hitting every point possible. Nick wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you into his chest as he began pounding into you from below, putting all of his effort into fucking you.

“Moan for me Y/N,” Nick begged, “show everyone who’s fucking mine.”

Nick's hands gripped the back of your head, fingers tangled in his hair. Every ounce of his body vibrated as he fucked you, his hips slapping against your thighs as you straddled his lap, taking everything he offered. He gave you his everything, never fucking anyone as hard as you, wanting to make you feel good.

Nick couldn’t believe how fucking beautiful you were as you cried out his name, the syllabus rolling off your tongue in complete satisfaction; and Nick knew that he would cum at any moment. He slowed his pace, wanting this to last forever.

Your nails dug into Nick’s shoulders as you clung to him, taking him well. Nick hoped you were loud enough against the music so Noah would hear; he wanted him to know that you finally got what was rightfully his.

You moaned Nick’s name as your stomach churned, nearing your release; Nick repeatedly hitting your spot over and over. You closed your eyes in ecstasy, your body turning limp as you screamed, shaking and convulsing against Nick through your orgasm.

Nick pushed into you, and you swear if he fucked any harder he’d be able to split you in half with how deep he penetrated.

“Where can I come?” Nick asked, on the brink of his climax. Y/N’s skin stuck against Nick’s chest.

“Fuck, inside of me,” you cried, pushing yourself against Nick’s hips, the only sounds filling the room were the sound of fast slaps and a string of moans fighting against the bass of the music below.

“Oh my god Y/N I’m going to I’m going-“ Nick’s fingers dug into your back, tearing your skin as he shook below you, twitching inside through his orgasm. You kissed him deeply, moaning against his lips in complete satisfaction as his release filled you, taking over your body.

“Fuck,” your head swung back, a wide smile parting your lips before you looked down at him, still sitting on top of his body.

“That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you moan,” Nick smiled, satisfied as he rolled you over, pulling him into his chest, “it was fucking music to my ears.”

You chuckled, nuzzling against his chest, “So, friends off?”

Nick joined you, his throat vibrating as he laughed, “Oh yea, I’m ready to move to the stage where we can fuck whenever we want. Oh, and I can take you to dinner and we can hold hands.”

You smiled, holding yourself closer to him, “Deal, but only if I can suck you off next time.”

———

Who’s next, folio or jolly? ;)

[kumquats-are-gay]

sparing with Johnny, and you pin him down only to find that he's rock hard, maybe some teasing/sex? idk idk

(TF YOU MEAN “idk”?? THIS PROMPT IS HEAT AND I’M ‘BOUTTA COOK!! 🔥💯😤)

Johnny Cage x gn!reader (SFW/NSFM)

NOTE: This will be a two-parter because I just couldn't wait to post what I had already, lmao. This first part only has sexual themes and foreplay, while the second part will have actual smut (also, while this first part is totally GN, the second part will be mentioning afab anatomy, but I will still be using GN pronouns). I'm sorry this took so long to get to; I've been working almost every day for the past two weeks and ya girl is tired, lol. Was super excited to write for this though! :D

ALSO I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE HOW ACTUAL FIGHTING WORKS I JUST MADE SHIT UP LMAO PLS DON'T COME AT ME

Pasted straight from Google Docs and NOT proofread, so please excuse any grammatical/continuity errors/syntax and formatting. I am also still VERY much an amateur writer so pls go easy on me <3

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51869623

Come On With a Come-on

         For a ‘professional’, Johnny Cage is about the least professional person you’ve ever met. Propriety must be a foreign concept to him with how frequently he flirts with you, especially on set—you know, in front of all of your colleagues and crew? The man was shameless in his relentless pursual of you, like a goddamn dog with a bone. And worst of all? You liked it, and this fact frustrated you to no end. 

         How could you possibly be attracted to someone who is so insufferably arrogant, loud-mouthed, and impossibly far up his own ass? An ass that, admittedly, you find yourself staring at whenever you think he isn’t looking. But, because you’re an actual professional, you’ve rebuffed his every attempt to seduce you thus far. Plus, you had a reputation to keep and dignity to hold onto; you weren’t sullying either when the likely outcome would involve your face and name on countless tabloids. 

         Without warning, his stupid, smug, and incredibly handsome smile invades your mind, and you suddenly find yourself wanting nothing more than to punch it off of his unfairly chiseled jaw.

         …or maybe kiss it off.

         “Grah!” you abruptly shout while burying your hands in your hair, momentarily tugging at the roots in annoyance. God, you had a problem. 

         Bzzt.

         “Huh?” You look down at your hip where your phone had just buzzed in your pocket. You pull it out and flick your finger across the screen to unlock it, then tap on the messaging icon.

         Johnny Cage: Hey, wanna spar later? 👊👊

         You raised a brow. You and Johnny worked in the same sphere for a reason. Action films were your guys’ bread and butter since the both of you knew how to fight as well as do your own stunts. 

         You and Johnny hung out casually here and there, but the two of you had never sparred before. You sensed an opportunity in his proposal, though: an effective way to get your frustration out on the source of said frustration. Shrugging, you figure, ‘why not?’

         You: Yeah, I’m down. But I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into b/c I won’t be holding back!

         Johnny: Woah, don’t go threatening me with a good time ;) 

         Your stomach twirled in unbidden delight at the cheeky response, and you internally chastised yourself for being so easily affected by this man. You and Johnny sorted out the details of your meetup—his place, late afternoon—and returned your phone to your pocket. You would just have to kill some time until then.

~~~

         “Of course you would have your own gym, and of course it’s fuckin’ huge,” you joked with a bit of sarcasm, yet enough lightheartedness as to not offend. Though, you doubt Johnny could be so easily offended; he’s got way too much self-confidence (for better or for worse) to be put down that easily.

         “Oh, honey, you haven’t seen ‘huge’ yet,” he boasted with a smirk. The wink that followed did nothing to abate the heat that was slowly taking over your body, but you did your best not to let the effects show. Since when were easy, immature innuendos such a turn on for you? You just closed your eyes and shook your head.

         “Alright, I am definitely knocking you on your ass for that one.”

         “Hah, see if you can, sweetheart!”

         The two of you stood in your  respective corners and took your stances. One quick little countdown later, and the game was on. 

        You knew Johnny was a very good fighter being a martial arts expert and all, but you didn’t realize he was that good. In all honesty, you figured he was more bark than bite, and that you’d have no real problem going toe-to-toe with him. Unfortunately, it seems like you may have underestimated him. It turns out that Johnny Cage was one of the rare few you had met who could back up their arrogance. Bully for you.

        Furthermore, this shithead was fighting dirty! Well, okay—technically he wasn’t fighting dirty. He was just talking after all, and there’s nothing wrong or “illegal” with that. But it was a dirty tactic regardless, and it only infuriated you further with how helpless you were to try and block him out.

        You pivot sharply on one foot and  use the momentum to lift and swing the other around, aiming the kick at his head. You expect him to duck under such a high-reaching maneuver—maybe he’d follow up with a low sweep with your single foot planted on the ground—so you prepare yourself to counter this. See, before you went into acting, fighting was your primary activity; you won many tournaments and managed to make a decent living off of it. One of the main things you were known for were your notoriously powerful kicks; few would risk trying to outright block them rather than moving out of the way.

         You must have forgotten who you were up against; that was the only reasonable explanation for your short-sightedness. You were not distracted by him or anything like that, thank you very much. Johnny-fucking-Cage just lifts an arm and grabs your leg. With one hand. Like it was nothing.

         The impact creates a loud smack! that briefly leaves you dumbfounded; you felt the force of that blow against his palm, and it was enough to leave the skin there tingling unpleasantly. Johnny didn’t look phased in the least bit with a crooked smile dancing across his handsome features, just gripping your ankle. Casually. Like you weren’t currently being held in the near-vertical splits.

         Johnny took this fleeting opportunity to give you a quick once-over, and his smile only grew. “Nice legs,” he quipped, “bet they’d look a lot nicer over my shoulders.” You openly gaped at his brazenness, and he used your shock to his advantage, flipping you in one fell swoop. You grunted when your back hit the mat underneath you, but the heat that overwhelmed your person (caused by your anger and fury, obviously) had you back up in a flash.

         “Best two out of three,” you nearly seethed. Johnny had the audacity to appear as anything but intimidated. In fact, he seemed rather amused.

         “You know, you’re like, really hot when you’re mad.”

         You nearly flung yourself at him in a mindless bout of rage, but caught yourself only a split moment before you could make such a devastating mistake. A delightful idea quickly sprang to mind—two could play at this game. 

         You kept up the facade of indignation and outrage in order to trick Johnny into thinking that you actually were going to make that blind charge at him. You stepped off of your dominant foot, using the momentum to make a lunge for him. He braced himself to counter your head-on attack, but you feigned right at the last possible second, swiftly gripped his shoulder with your left hand, and brought your right leg in against the back of his knee to buckle it. Johnny was quick to recover, though, keeping enough of his balance to twist and grapple with you as his leg nearly gave out. 

         Ah, so it was time for plan B.

         Before he could finish off the move, you brought your face right up to his, making sure that the two of you were making eye contact, and looked at him with sensual purpose. It was almost enough to disarm him, so to ensure you had the upper hand, you threw him another curveball with a breathy, “I wonder if you fuck as good as you fight.” 

         That did the trick. Johnny’s mind was sent reeling with your seemingly out-of-pocket comment, and you jumped at the chance to knock him flat on his ass. Johnny got the wind knocked from him as he landed with a resounding thump. Not wasting a minute, you straddled yourself across his hips and held his wrists against the floor mat. While Johnny had more raw strength than you, you hoped that the KO would leave him dizzy enough to keep him subdued.

         “Ha! Gotcha!” you barked out in triumph. Johnny just blinked up at you in a daze as his response. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to handle the taste of your own medi-” you had cut yourself off when you felt something stiff beneath your pelvis. ‘What…? Wait, is he…’

         “Are you hard right now?!” you squawked incredulously. Johnny just shrugged his shoulders and gave you an audacious smirk, as if to say, ‘Uh, yeah I guess so. What about it?’ You were flabbergasted. “I can not believe you right now!” You released his wrists and made to get up, but he grabbed your hips before you could get away. Damn it, his body was so warm, and…holy shit he felt big.

         “Woah now, hang on just a tick,” he spoke like he was trying to soothe a startled horse. This fucking asshole! Why, just why did you have to fall for him? “It is very difficult not to pop a boner when I’m getting up close and personal to the most gorgeous person I know,” he spoke with an immense amount of charm and a surprising measure of sincerity. Your eyes widened comically before you squinted at him with a healthy amount of suspicion. 

         “Oh, really now? And I don’t suppose you’ve used that line with every other person you’ve taken to bed, hm?”

         Johnny just sighed like he was the exasperated one here. “Darling, I’ve been laying it on thick for half a year now. There’s no way I’d still be after you just to get into your pants.” He looked at you with this sort of ‘duh’ expression on his face, like he couldn’t possibly understand your confusion. “I mean, don’t get me wrong: you’ve got just the kind of body that I love,” he added, and you nearly clocked him then and there, but you relaxed again as he spoke further, “but I’ve come to really like spending time with you. There’s never a day that I don’t look forward to working with you on set, you know.” And, just like that, you felt like the stupidest person on the planet for denying yourself something that you evidently could have had for a long time now. 

         You hung your head low and shook it from side to side in disappointment of yourself. You fool. You buffoon. You absolute imbecile. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me.” Johnny took this the wrong way, looking offended, and opened his mouth to say something. However, you were quick to shut him up with a short yet firm kiss of which he wasted no time in returning. He ground his hips against yours in short, desperate thrusts like there would never be another chance to do so, and you eagerly mirrored his movements like they might be your last. Without warning, he rolled the two of you over to flip your positions. Sprawled out beneath him with your hands held beneath his own, Johnny thought you looked like a dream.

         “By the way, I think you’ll find that not only do I fuck as good as I fight, but I fuck like I fight, too—hard n’ fast,” he intoned in a voice nearly an octave deeper. 

         You squirmed in anticipation at his words, and retorted with equal huskiness, “let’s see it then.”

[writers-reach]

Haiii reach!!!! ;3 may i pls req Ren Amamiya with a S/O whos part of the Phantom Thieves, and in mementos, they end up getting their eye injured and the injury perpetuates outside the metaverse, making them blind in one eye, just,, Ren helping with the medical aftercare and comforting them on the aftermath, kinda self indulgent bc i am blind now lolz, but please please deny if it makes you uncomfy ^_^

I don't mind reader nouns as long as it isnt fem!!! thanks a whole bunch

persona 5: w/ an s/o who went blind in one eye (ren amamiya)

notes: gn!reader, slight hurt/comfort, eye injury, ren amamiya for protag, established relationship, reader is a phantom thief

injuries in the metaverse typically didn't translate to the real world. at least, not one-to-one. after all, sodas don't give you health boosts in the real world, so the same logic should apply, right?

...not to huge injuries like damage to an eye, it seems.

when you got hurt, ren immediately called off the mission in mementos. said they should call it a day and go home. when you reemerged in shibuya, your eye was still injured, despite the healing you got back in mementos.

ren was... freaking out, to say the least. but he was calm enough to help you to a medical professional to get checked out.

you'd be alright, thank god, but... you were definitely going to be blind in that eye. you tried cracking jokes about how your depth perception won't be so great anymore, which ren laughed at, but he was just wanting to be there for you.

and he was, always helping you out with things you needed and practically being glued to your side. need a cool washcloth? he's got it. eye drops? already have some. hell, just need someone with you to hold you close and make you feel warm and loved? he's your guy!

ren felt extremely guilty, both as your boyfriend and team leader, that you got so badly injured while on a mission. you kept trying to assuage his guilt, saying that you'll be alright and you're just glad you're alive, but poor ren... sometimes he looks at you with eyes that makes him look like a sopping wet cat :(

but he just. loves you too much to stay all sad and self-pitying all the time. it doesn't make you smile, and he just wants you to feel as comforted and loved during this time.

a/n: anon i'm so sorry that happened to you!! hopefully this can provide some comfort, albeit a bit late <3

[elliotsgrl]

pregnancy scare | min ho x reader

synopsis: you think you might be pregnant. you decide to tell min ho the news so you can find out together, but min ho doesn't take it so well....

pairing: min ho x reader

a/n: thank you to @a-mexican-waffle for this idea! also yall ntm on me pls i'm still very entry level when it comes to writing fics- i'm just tryna get the min ho x reader tag saturated yk.

warning: some spicy material, mentions of unprotected seggs. don't be silly, wrap ur willy!

i took a deep breath, looking at the pregnancy test box in my hands. this cannot be happening. i had been about two weeks late on my period, which is completely out of the ordinary. i am never late on my period. ever.

min ho and i had not used protection the last time we were together. we were both way too turned on and i was too impatient for him to grab the condom, so i let him go in raw.

now that my judgement is no longer clouded by lust or desire, i've realized that it may not have been the smartest decision to make.

who am i kidding? it was not. i palm my forehead and sigh, recalling how we got in this position.

we were in my dorm bed, both nude, and engrossed in a passionate lip lock. min ho was on top of me with my legs wrapped around his waist, and his hands trailing up my thigh. he pulled away to kiss and suck on my neck, which made me moan loudly and grip his soft hair.

"fuck, min, you're gonna leave a mark," i breathed out. i didn't want to deal with the fuss of having to cover up multiple hickeys. he left my neck alone and we were now face to face again. "you're no fun." min ho said playfully.

"shut up," i grabbed his face, closing the gap once more. we were kissing like we hadn't seen each other in months. i could feel how hard he was since it was pressing up against me. it only made me wetter than i already was. i needed him now.

min ho was trying to reach for the box of condoms on the dresser next to my bed while our lips were still entangled. i broke the kiss, not being able to wait any longer. "baby, i need you right now. i can't wait." i whispered. min ho raised his eyebrows in shock, trying to process what i just said.

"are you sure about this, y/n?" min ho rarely ever uses my full name, so i knew he was serious. but all i could think of in this moment was feeling him inside me. i nodded.

i put my hand on his cheek, letting him know that i meant what i said. "i'm sure. now put it in, please..." i was so desperate, i couldn't think straight until he gave me what i wanted.

he did, in fact, give me what i wanted, and more.

i felt a chill go down my spine from the flashbacks of what went down that night. it was an interesting night for sure. i knew this was the reality of what could happen when you don't use protection, but i was too horny to care.

time to tell min ho.

i grabbed my phone from the table to send him a text to come over. his dorm wasn't too far from me, so i knew it wouldn't take long for him to get here.

ten minutes later, i heard a soft knock on my door. he's here.

i went to the door to open it, revealing min ho. he had on loungewear and was looking sexy as ever. focus.

we hugged and kissed each other, and i led him inside to the living room. i let out a deep breath i didn't even realize i was holding.

minho went to sit on the couch, while i remained standing.

"your text sounded kinda urgent. is everything okay babe?" min ho said, looking at me.

"i have to tell you something, but you have to promise not to freak out." i said. knowing min ho, i know he was not going to take this lightly.

min ho stood up from the couch to come closer to me. his expression changed from being calm and collected to slightly worried.

"okay.... i promise i won't freak out."

he says that now. but he doesn't know about this bomb i'm going to drop on him.

"alright."

"i think i'm pregnant."

min ho laughed. "you're joking, right? is this a prank or something?"

i shook my head. when he realized i wasn't joking, it started to sink in for him.

min ho's eyes got as big as saucers.

"you think you're WHAT?"

"shit, y/n!"

"oh my god, i don't think i'm ready to be a father-"

"but i literally pulled out!"

"babe, do you know what this means???"

min ho was talking so fast that i could barely understand him. he was now pacing back and forth, rambling about the whole thing. he was losing it. i had to bring him back to earth.

"my love-"

"we're too young to be parents!"

"babe-"

"i wonder if the baby is gonna look more like me or you..."

"MIN HO!!!" i screamed, trying to get him to stop rambling. he immediately snapped out of whatever trance he was in.

"first of all, i need you to be calm, okay? second of all, the pull out method doesn't always work. and yes, i do know what this means. but, i'm not even a hundred percent sure if i am pregnant. it's just a possibility. my period is two weeks late, so i think i might be."

min ho pursed his lips, finally stopping the pacing.

"do you have a pregnancy test?"

i went to grab the two pregnancy test boxes i was holding earlier.

"yes, i do. i haven't taken them yet because i wanted us to find out together."

i went back to him and grabbed his hand.

"whatever the results are, we'll get through this, alright?" i spoke softly.

min ho nodded, squeezing my hand.

"you're right, we will."

we walked to the bathroom together, hand in hand.

i peed on both of the sticks, setting them face down on the sink. i put a timer on my phone for 3 minutes, and washed my hands.

minho sat on the flat edge of the tub while i sat on the covered toilet seat.

"this could really upend both our lives." min ho said, looking down.

"yeah, i know. i should've just let you grab that condom," i laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

min ho chuckled, looking back up at me. he shook his head. "you're such a nymph. you couldn't wait just a few more minutes so i could get the condom on?"

i smiled while rolling my eyes in a playful manner.

"hush!"

the alarm on my phone went off, signifying that three minutes has passed.

the smiles on our faces disappeared as quickly as they had came. this was it.

we both stood up.

we each grabbed a pregnancy test, so we could look at the same time.

"okay, on the count of three."

"one,"

"two,"

"three."

as we flipped them over, my heart was beating out of my chest. i don't think i'm ready to be a mother either.

i had never been more relieved to see the words "not pregnant" in my entire life. the weight that was on my shoulders being released felt so damn good.

"oh, thank heavens!" min ho exclaimed, seeing the negative result on the pregnancy test he was holding. he let out a relieved sigh.

"i think i was about to grow a grey hair just now. that was so stressful." min ho said. i laughed so hard.

"you're such a drama queen. i would've been the one carrying the baby!" i took the test from him so i could chuck them both in the trash.

"am not. how else was i supposed to react when my girlfriend tells me we might be expecting?"

we both washed our hands and left the bathroom.

we went back to the living room to cuddle on the couch. i grabbed the remote to surf through netflix.

"i'm really glad i'm not pregnant. that was fucking scary."

"i agree, let's never do that again."

min ho and i looked at each other.

"never ever..." i gave him a quick peck and smiled.

[polaris-stuff]

Salutations Polaris!✷*•.

This is the SolarNexus anon from the ship confessions you reblogged the other day. :)

Thank you so much for the support, this means a lot!.. though gotta be honest it still be frightening to reveal myself in this fandom. There be a lot of nippy geese lately to say the least..

Just wanted to personally thank you for welcoming to a safe place. SolarNexus be a comfort ship for tragedy for me and it's great others like to have similar ideas.

As a treat: here's a silly thought for those two tragic nerds since fluff is awesome too!

Nexus being the edgy heart-pulling wannabe that he is, will still automatically pause all his work an' act like a happi school girl whenever Solar suggests a bing-watch evenin together.

What's the show of interest?

*Looks at them watching My Little Pony G4.*

The matching stickers stay for a reason heheheh.

Also I'd like to think Nexus enjoys Nightmare Moon and Discord cameos very much.

He'd get very excited and point at the screen for Solar whenever they pop up.

Screaming "YEAHH!!" whenever one of the characters does a Big Bad.

And Solar chuckles whenever Princess Luna shows up with a teasing "Hey look, Nexus, it's you."

The show: *Luna being guilty and self deprecating from her past actions.*

Nexus: *Dead expression towards Solar.* "Am I a f----ng joke to you?"

Aight that's all. Thanks for reading the short sillies! Wishing you peace, happi friendly sillies, and a pleasant day/evenin friendo! :)

OMG HII ✨🥹💖💖💖 I love your ideas, they are so cute and funny XD

Pls, I want you to know that my blog and my DMs will always be open for you if at any time you wish to write to me 🥹💖 SolarNexus means the world to me, I have no words to express how happy this ship makes me and I love sharing that happiness with everyone who wants to feel it too 💖

HEHE CUTEE💖💖 Nexus all "yes, Solar?" Looking at Solar with puppy eyes and sparkle, happily waiting to find out what Solar wants to tell him or what they are going to do that day. AND IMAGINE, both wrapped in blankets, snuggled while watching MLP in the theater 😭💖 Maybe Jack is with them too, eating chips on the chairs above 🥺💖💖💖

AND THATS SO CANON, Nexus cheering on the villains and getting excited about the fight scenes XD✨ BUT AJDJA SOLAR THATS SO MEAN, "Look, it's you" and points to the most depressed pony in the entire show 😭😭

You too have a nice day/afternoon/night!! And thanks so much for stopping by my ask! I loved all of this! 💖💖💖