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He's so pretty actually
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the moments in between
Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!ReaderÂ
Summary: When Joel and Ellie arrive at the Jackson commune, his strong frame and intense gaze captivate you. But as the days pass, you lose hope that he might be drawn to you as well. That is, until the walls come crashing down and the truth finally reveals itself.
Word Count: 7.3k [slow burn]

A/N: I put a lot of love and time into this one. It's my longest fic so far but it didn't feel hard, which I like to believe is a good thing. Hope it resonates, hope you feel the feels and the yearning between these twoâlet me know! Hope you're well.
A breeze follows Tommy as he saunters in through the doors of the Tipsy Bison, the soft click of his boot heels echoing off the wood with each easy step. The cowboy hat on his head casts a shadow over his eyes until he takes it off, his dark hair cascading down over his ears. Thereâs a small smile playing on his lips that makes you narrow your eyes.
Cleaning the bartop suddenly loses its appeal, but you donât stop, only slow down. The fresh, tangy scent of lemongrass continues to waft up from the motion.    Â
âWe close early on Sundayâs, officer,â you tease as he climbs onto a stool.Â
He frowns as he sets his hat aside. âI donât look like a cop, do I?â You shrug, and he chuckles as his gaze roves over to the pool room. âNate back there? Yo, Nate!âÂ
âEvening, Tom,â the older man calls back as he polishes a cue ball.Â
âJoelâs made it into town.â Thereâs no overt emotion in the way he shares the news, but you can see that itâs all in his eyes as he waits for you to react. Â
âJoel, Joel? As in your brother?â He nods, still in disbelief himself. âOh my gosh, thatâs amazing, Tommyâright? What the heck.â He used to talk about him all the time.Â
His exhale makes way for a shaky smile, âI know. Made it in not too long ago with a young girl heâs looking after,â he tells you, voice thick with a mix of emotions. âHeâs outside. Wanted to come in and see if youâd let us grab a drink.â He runs a hand through his hair. âKnow itâs late. Promise Iâll make up for the trouble.â He knows itâs no trouble. Not when it comes to him.Â
He turns around, barstool squeaking, and waves Joel in through the window.Â
You move to start working on their whiskies. âMake it up by letting me be the babyâs godmother?â The glasses clink as you set them onto the bar and begin pouring the caramel colored liquid, smirking when you meet his gaze.
Tommy isnât completely opposed to the idea. Youâd been in Jackson since the beginning, a friend to him and Maria in every sense of the word. Arguably family. âIf you can manage not to tick me off until the little one gets here.â Despite his words, his eyes are fond.Â
The door creaks open, and Joel strides in, scanning the room. There are pictures on the walls of American icons and landmarks, and old Polaroids of commune members. Thereâs a guarded confidence to the way he walks, an intensity.Â
Tommy quickly leans in and whispers, âHe means well. Itâs been a long day.âÂ
Joel takes a seat beside his brother and acknowledges you with a curt nod, tugging on the collar of his shirt. Â
âWelcome to Jackson,â you greet, introducing yourself afterwards.
âJoel,â he says, taking you in with a steady gaze.Â
âTommyâs told me a lot about you.â You push their glasses closer to them in an encouragement to start drinking.
Joel takes his first sip and fights back a reflexive grimace. Itâs been a while, but it's good. Good enough to make him feel pleasantly warm as it glides down. Tommy drinks off his brotherâs lead, and you realize just how alike they look. Joelâs hair is a little shorter and accented with streaks of gray, but they both have those same dark, telling eyes.Â
They fall into light conversation, but itâs clearly not what they'd talk about if they were alone. Thatâs when you sense the distance. The slight edge to the space between them. Itâs why Tommy resorts to drawing you in, the two of you ripping off each other as Joel listens, fine with not having to speak until this whole little ordeal was winding to an end. However, he does sit up a little straighter whenever you laugh. You pour them more whiskey when their glasses get empty.    Â
Eventually, the remaining light outside fades away. Tommy hisses at the sight, standing. âI gotta get home to Maria,â he says, stretching his back. Joel moves to get up too, until, âAt least finish off this glass, man. Youâve earned it.â Tommy squeezes his brotherâs shoulder. He means it genuinely, at least. âIâll catch up with you tomorrow, Joel. Thanks again for this,â he tells you.Â
âBye, sheriff,â you call after him. Tommy scoffs. Â
Joel realizes just how quiet it is when you move aside to tinker with a bison trinket sitting on the counter, unsure of what to say with Tommy gone. He knows you can see him looking at you. âSo, are you here by yourself?â he finally asks.Â
A playful smile tugs at your lips. âThatâs not a creepy question at all,â you tease, quickly gathering that he doesnât find the implication funny. âUncle Nate?â you call.Â
âBusy!â Â
You raise your brows at Joel. âNot alone.â
Nate was chosen family. The man taught you everything you know about shooting, fishing, and survival even though you gave him a hard time for it when you were younger. He was also the founder of the Tipsy Bison. He only came into the bar on the weekends when he wasn't on patrol. His time in the military all those years ago made it hard to step away from a life of service.Â
âWe were cleaning when Tommy came in,â you tell Joel. He takes in that information wordlessly.Â
âYou arenât much for talking, are you?â Joel takes a sip from his glass. âNothing wrong with that. Must mean you donât miss much. Really observant.â When he doesnât respond, you smile shyly, realizing he probably just wanted to relax after a long day. âGuess I wonât stand here and talk your ears off.âÂ
The floor creaks as you disappear into the recreation room with Nate, rounding the corner. Joel exhales, shoulders dropping from being drawn up. He almost misses your company.Â
Nate sits hunched over a word search puzzle, using the pool table as if it's a normal desk. He doesnât look up at you, even when you give an affectionate tug to his curly gray ponytail. It was something youâd been doing since the days you both were out on your own and had to stay quiet all the time. Back when there was no safety, no security, no commune.Â
âOuch,â he drones, unphased.Â
âAre you gonna come out and meet Tommy's brother?â you ask, low so Joel canât hear. âI feel like you guys have a lot in common: brooding and grumpy.â Pride flutters in your chest when the manâs lips twitch.Â
âIâll meet him⌠eventually. Gotta finish this puzzle.â You realize thereâs a small hourglasses going, the sand swiftly filling the bottom portion. âThere ya areâserendipity.â He circles the letters.Â
Word searches were something he recently started doing. When you have a past as extensive as his, itâs always chasing after you in one way or another. Especially in those quiet moments that sneak up on you. He claimed that seeking out words from amid an ordered chaos keeps the racing thoughts at bay whenever they come rushing in.Â
Joel is finished by the time you join him again, and you realize heâd waited instead of calling out. Already standing, ready to go.Â
âAnything else I can get you?âÂ
He shakes his head. âI appreciate your hospitality.âÂ
Joel turns to leave but you keep talking, âSo I reckon Tommy already squared you away with a house and a tour of the town?âÂ
He stops. âIâm across the street from him. Gettinâ the tour tomorrow.â Â
âThatâs great, Iâm really glad you found us.â You sound so genuine that thereâs a flutter in his gut. âWeâre a pretty crazy bunch, but I think youâre gonna like it here.âÂ
âHope so.â Those are the words he leaves you with.
Your eyes stay trained on his back as he makes his way towards the door, stride the same as when he first arrived. Perhaps a little looser. Before he exits the bar, his eyes catch a glimpse of one of the decorative license plates secured to the wall: Austin, Texas.Â
Shortly after he makes it outside, his heart rate ticks up in that impending way he wishes wasnât so familiar, breath catching in his throat as if heâd forgotten how to breathe. Thereâs no escaping the panic as it sets in, surging through him. A few staggering steps allow him to brace a hand on a wooden directory board.Â
You see it all from inside. At first, you think heâs trying to read the sign, but then he hunches over more and grips his chest. Without thinking, you jog towards the doors.Â
âJoel?â You call once youâve broken outside.Â
Itâs a cool spring night, a crescent moon shares its pale glow from above. Most of Jackson is already tucked away inside or at least halfway there. But in this sliver of time, it feels like itâs just the two of you outside. Joel doesnât let on that heâd heard you, but the moment youâre close enough, you recognize whatâs going on. You press your palm to his back to let him know youâre there. That heâs still here.Â
âConcentrate on your breathing. In and out, just like that,â you encourage, settling on rubbing his back in measured passes. Then you go quiet on the off chance he needs that.Â
In your newfound silence, Joel is forced to focus on the shaky breaths rising from his lungs. Thatâs when he accepts heâs not in control. Not in the grand scheme of things. Thereâs a whole big fallen world just outside the gates of this haven. A world that had taken people he loved and was cruel enough to let him be the one who lived to tell the tale. The heat that rises to his cheeks is made up of frustration more than distress, crackling like pop. Like coals.Â
The ground takes on a vignette as he stares at it, his vision briefly closes in. You never withdraw your touch.Â
When his breaths eventually begin to steady, you remember how to breathe yourself. With a tired exhale, he straightens back up to his full height, and you take a few small steps away. Maybe this wasnât new, but a fact of life for the man whoâd rode into Jackson in an air of mystery and a young girl by his side. Maybe he never wanted you to get a glimpse at this side of him. If he feels that way, he doesnât make it obvious. He almost looks appreciative that youâd bothered enough to care.Â
âSorry to scare you,â he rasps, not meeting your gaze even though he can feel it. You want to tell him that there isnât much that scares you anymore. At least thatâs what you like to believe. âIâm usually alone.âÂ
Except, tonight, he wasnât. And maybe that wasnât such a terrible thing.Â
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Howdy Stranger
This is Jackson Hole
The last of the Old WestÂ
Joel reads the painted wooden sign as Tommy and Maria show him and Ellie around. There are people everywhere. Children playing outside, adults fluttering in and out of shops. All while the Teton mountains loom and watch over it all with their snow-capped peaks. He looks over at the girl when she nudges his arm, pointing to a Calico lounging on a porch. Despite her beaming smile, all he offers is a low hum.Â
It was hard to be in the now when his thoughts were split between the past and future. Up until Jackson, there was no such thing as stability, and he couldnât help but think about the day that the rug would be pulled from beneath the commune as well. Ellieâs smile fades when she notices the harsh squint of his face. He kicks himself for it.  Â
âCat hater,â she mumbles under her breath.
Joel grunts and directs his attention back to his brother.Â
When the tour comes to an inevitable end, Ellie sings Jacksonâs praises after Tommy and Maria go their separate ways with a promise to reconnect later that day. He lets her talk as they make their way back to their new house, idly agreeing every once in a while. A few curious eyes fall on them as they walk, but Joel doesnât pay them any mind.Â
âDude, are you even listening to me?â Ellie stops walking to give him a flat look.Â
âI hear you,â he insists. âBeen hearing you for the past ten minutes.â
Thereâs no snark in his tone, but Ellie still feels the slight sting of offense. âWell, sorry for being excited about having a nice place to live for once. Itâs not like I was born into hell or anythingâI mean the Boston QZ.â Sarcasm drips from her voice as she starts walking again, faster so it looks like theyâre not together.
Joel swallows down guilt like itâs just another pill. His legs are long, so it doesnât take much to catch back up with her.
âHeyâŚKidâŚEllie.â She keeps ignoring him. âThis is new for me too, okay? Everybodyâs got a different way of processing, can we agree on that?â Itâs a fair enough proposal. He never had been forward when it came to sharing his thoughts. âWasnât trying to hurt your feelings.âÂ
âYeah, yeah,â she murmurs, deciding to take a break from her rambling for his sake. The mutual silence isnât so bad.Â
Someone he isnât expecting to see is you. Youâre wearing a backpack and ushering a line of young kids into the community center. One of the little girls stops and stretches her arms up towards you, earning a playful eyeroll before being lifted onto your hip. Joel doesnât miss the way the afternoon sunlight catches your face.Â
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The next day, a faint thump against the door startles Ellie as she sketches in the dining room. Rather than getting up from the table, she remains still, pencil in hand and brows furrowed. Upstairs, the spray of the shower continues as Joel lets it drown out everything else. Three light knocks eventually sound, and she musters up the courage to scurry to the front.Â
She peeks out the window first, spotting you. Someone she hadnât seen around. An amused smile pulls at her lips at the way youâve seemingly wrestled the big basket youâre holding into a better grip than before.Â
When she opens the door, you let out a relieved sigh. âSpecial delivery,â you say before introducing yourself.Â
âThatâs a really pretty name,â she compliments, already warming up to you. âIâm Ellieâis all that stuff for us?â When you nod, she excitedly steps aside and ushers you in.Â
âIâm not gonna say you shouldnât have because thatâd be a lie,â she shamelessly admits. âYou can put it right over here.â You follow her into the living room and place the welcome basket on the coffee table.Â
A few of the ladies you volunteer with helped you put it together after your shift counseling for the spring break camp. There were cookies, seeds, natural soaps, feminine hygiene products, and even a knit blanket that looked particularly soft and cozy. Ellie wastes no time reaching out to run her fingers over it. A laugh bubbles up your throat when her jaw drops.Â
âThis is literally what clouds feel like.â She haphazardly pulls the blanket out the basket, wrapping it around herself like a cape. âIf Joel says anything, this was specifically included for me.âÂ
âIâm sure it wouldnât hurt to share if he asked nicely,â you reason, amused. Ellieâs nose wrinkles. âBut to be fair, we did think youâd be the one to really appreciate it.â
She smiles at being considered. âWho made it? This is, like, next level.âÂ
âA woman named Emilia,â you tell her. âShe actually made me one back when Jackson was first being built up that I still have,â you tell her, taking a seat on the couch and looking around. The evening sunlight pours in through the windows, casting golden streaks onto the floors. âNow sheâs always got a few on standby.âÂ
Ellie sits beside you, reaching out to dig through the other contents in awe. âThey told us the commune's only, like, seven years old on our tour yesterday,â she recounts. Think youâll have your blanket forever?âÂ
âForeverâs an awful long time. It might hold up,â you think aloud. Ellie nods, contemplative. âI can take you by to meet her sometime, if youâd like. Sheâs the resident seamstress, so youâll probably end up crossing paths anyways.âÂ
âWhat about you? What do you do?â she asks, giving you her full attention.Â
âI mainly help coordinate community events. Been stepping in to assist with the youth spring break camp for the last couple days, though,â you say. âAlso bartend on the nights that I feel like it. Just for fun, you know?âÂ
Ellie's face lights up. âIâve had whiskey before.â She puffs out her chest when she says it, and you play into her pride by raising an impressed brow. The first and last time you had a sip was when you snuck it from Nate as a teen. âBut thatâs really cool, though. The community stuff and all that.â You can tell by her tone that she means it. In more ways than one, youâre reminded of your younger self.Â
âJoelâs gonna join the patrol. He says Iâm too young, but thatâs just bullshit.â She says the last part lower as if heâs somewhere listening. âIâll figure out a way to make him cave.â Thereâs an air of confidence to her voice that suggests sheâs done it before. The thought warms a tiny portion of your chest.
âIâve gone out with my uncle Nate a few times. It can be a lot,â you admit. âHe just wants you safe, Nateâs the same way.âÂ
As Joel stops at the top of the staircase, freshly showered, he catches those last words. Heâd know your voice even if itâd been forever. His footsteps are quiet as he descends the stairs, but you hear him coming nevertheless. Ellieâs too busy sniffing the pine soap as you straighten up and glance his way. Joelâs eyes are as observant as you remember when they land on you, seeing into you, it seems. His damp hair is combed back in a way that makes him look more distinguished.Â
âThere you are.â You stand up with a smile. Youâd been wondering how he was doing since the panic attack.
He wishes your warmth wasn't so compelling. Â
Ellie whips around to look at him. âI know you said not to open the door to strangersâwhich is practically everybody at this pointâbut sheâs really nice and brought us gifts so you canât be mad at me,â she rushes out. He clocks the blanket around her shoulders.Â
He hmphs. âThatâs how they get you.â Heâs not being serious, but Ellie frowns, trying to read through his eternal poker face. âTreats and a friendly smile.â Your lips twitch in amusement as Ellie narrows her eyes.Â
When Joel starts walking your way, she consoles herself with the fact that he would've already asked you to leave if he sensed your intentions were off. The commune wasnât filled with questionable people like that anyways. The two of them didnât have to be apprehensive of every soul they came across anymore.Â
Heâs close enough now that you can smell the cedar soap on his skin. âIâm not a stranger,â you lightly defend. âNot entirely.â You look from Ellie to Joel.Â
A wall rises in real time, shutting you out right along with the night you met. It happens in his eyes just like everything does. He hadnât mentioned you to her, and it was your mistake for believing he wouldâve at least passed on a name.Â
You swallow back a small lump in your throat that may not be entirely just. âAnyways, hopefully you guys will be able to put this stuff to use.âÂ
âOf course we will,â Ellie pipes up. âAre you leaving already?â She hadnât missed the finality that had crept into your tone.Â
You nod. âDonât wanna take up too much of your evening. I actually meant to come by sooner.âÂ
âWell, are you going to the dining hall for dinner?â Her gaze flicks to Joel. âMaybe you can come with us.âÂ
Joel knows heâs in trouble when he hears the fondness in Ellieâs voice. Itâs the same sentiment he was straining to tamper down within himself. Every time he opened his mouth or looked at you, it tried to claw its way to the forefront. The last thing he needed was another person getting close enough to see that he was a million tiny pieces being held together by the glue of whatever god was keeping him alive.Â
You decline her invitation, expressing plans to go to your uncleâs place. But you give her a rain check. When you go to leave, Joel allows his eyes to flitter down the rest of your body.Â
That wouldnât be the last he saw of you. But it was always from afar, lingering on the outskirts. Wishing there was a seamless way he could fall into your orbit without sending everything spiraling out of control.Â
You were always looking right back at him with hope in your eyes, holding space. Waiting for your world to be shaken.Â
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Laughter, chatter, and music drown out the insects that usually take precedence at night. Weeks of planning had finally come into fruition. All of Main Street is lined with fairy lights that cast their warm glow down on the summer festival. There was no shortage of entertainment, games, and food. It was a time to let loose and relish the sweetness in the air along with that of life.Â
Nate plays his harmonica for a group of children around the bonfire, all clapping and stomping along. A smile graces your face as you walk by, waving at him. The fullness of your heart almost overrides the ache that has settled in the arches of your feet. Youâd barely sitten down since earlier that morning when preparation began. There was a sense of responsibility that came along with the orange vest you were dawned in. The pressure to assist, and guide, and answer questions wasnât all on you, but the other volunteers were better at taking breaks.Â
Tommyâs grainy voice breaks into the air through a megaphone, âThirteen-and-up three-legged races starting in five minutes, this is your last call. Grab a partner and make your way over to the east lawn,â he says. âAgain, this is the last call.â
Joel and Ellie already happen to be seated at a picnic table that gives them a perfect view of the race setup and Tommy facilitating in an orange vest of his own. Ellie had already worked through her first honey cake and was eyeing Joelâs. He pretends not to notice until she looks up at him all wide-eyed. Â
âCan Iââ he slides his plate over to her. âThanks.âÂ
âYour eyes are bigger than your stomach,â he lightly accuses, shaking his head.Â
âWhat does that even mean?â She takes a bite. âWeirdo.âÂ
Joel just grumbles and tosses a napkin her way. She wipes her mouth and keeps staring at him. Not because sheâs waiting for an answer, but because thereâs amusement sparkling in his eyes. Which happens more often now that theyâd had a couple months to settle into Jackson. A laugh was coming, she could feel it.Â
âQuit gawking at me and eat.â Thereâs a tell-tale waver in his voice.Â
âNo.â Ellie lightly kicks his shin beneath the table and thatâs what sets him off.Â
He tries to bite back a chuckle, but he gives in when it doesnât work out, shoulders shaking. Ellie starts grinning at him from across the table, and he kicks her back with the tip of his boot.Â
âHey!â She breaks into giggles and retaliates. He lets her have the little victory.Â
A small smile lingers on his face when he regains his composure. They sit in a comfortable silence as Ellie finishes the rest of her dessert, taking in the festivities around them.Â
It isnât long before a girl with dark hair approaches their table. Sheâs a ball of masked nerves. âHi,â she greets. âEllie, right?â She says it as if itâs possible for her to have forgotten. As if after they sat together at last weekâs movie night, she hadnât been thinking about her since.Â
Ellie getâs uncharacteristically squirmy. âOh. Hey, Dina.âÂ
Joel canât believe it.
Dina tucks a flyaway behind her ear. âMy old partner bailed, so I was wondering if youâd maybe wanna do the three-legged race with me. I think weâd make a better team anyways.â Then she glances at Joel. âIf you wouldnât mind me stealing her away for a bit.âÂ
âTake her,â Joel quips, making Dina laugh.Â
Warmth rushes to Ellieâs cheeks as she stands. âSure, letâs go.âÂ
The two of them jog over to get prepped for the race. Joel watches the whole while, warmth kindling in his chest at the fact that she was slowly finding her tribe. The race doesnât start for another couple minutes, and when it does, Ellie and Dina burst off into first. Itâs intense. The whole ordeal is a mess of laughter, stumbling, and flailing limbs. In the end, the duo end up placing second, crossing the finish line only to fall into a heap of giggles with their legs tied together.Â
Joel stands from the picnic table with a grunt to throw away all the empty plates. He has every intention to sit back down, but notices a few frazzled volunteers carrying mops and towels. Then his eyes rove over to the long line standing at the drink stands. Adults check their watches, children fidget. A woman in an orange vest is talking to another woman managing the stand. He doesnât realize is you until you turn away from her and beeline towards the community center, looking stressed.Â
âHey,â he calls out to a stout man wearing an apron. âDo you know whatâs going on?âÂ
Heâs surprised Joel caught on. Everyone else was carrying on as usual, carefree and unaware. âThere was a spill at the community center. You know Mr. Robertsonâs special Summer Fest punch?â he asks in a thick Brooklyn accent, Joel nods because heâd heard the rave. Apparently it was made especially for the festival. âKitchenâs flooded with it. I didnât have time to build an ark,â he jokes. Â
Joel wrestles with himself. âIâll go see if I can help.âÂ
By the time you exit the community center, gaze fixed over your shoulder, you crash into Joel. He instinctively reaches out to steady you, touch firm but gentle. âWhoa, easy there.â The low timbre of his drawl is enough to draw your mind away from all the noise. âYou alright? Here, letâs get out of the way.â You let him pull you aside by your elbow.Â
When you look into his eyes, thereâs so many things you wish it was the appropriate time to say. Itâs been cordial between the two of you, but it always seemed like he was in a constant state of backing away, like an animal scared of giving into a primal craving. Â
There was always a reason why he couldnât stay in your presence longer than he did. He had to get back to Ellie, or turn in early for his patrol shift the next day, or some other excuse. Even during the game nights you hosted, he would always leave before his belly was full and the real fun was about to begin. When everyone was finally free of the dayâs worries and truly ready to talk, laugh, and let everything ride on the toss of a dice.Â
Heâd resigned himself to enjoying you in the little here and there, the moments in between. So much so that even Ellie had begun to notice. It was in the way he never allowed himself to lean in too close whenever you were at his side. Or never fully crawled out of his shell no matter how many times you smiled sweetly or let your fingertips brush his forearm.Â
âDoes anything hurt?â He asks more intently. As he scans you over, he notices your clothes. The lower portion of your vest and the thighs of your flared jeans are stained with a wet, dark substance.Â
âIâm fine, Joel.â You pull away from him with more force than necessary, feeling guilty for the way he swallows and takes a step back. âSorry.â You release a heavy exhale, tears welling in your eyes with a dull sting. âIâm ruining everyoneâs night.âÂ
Joel frowns. âNo youâre not. Tell me what happened.âÂ
âI was trying to transfer the extra beverage dispenser onto the wagon so I could wheel it out to the drink stand, but it slipped out of my grip,â you explain. âThe lid came off and the punch spilled everywhere.â You wipe your tears away quickly, as if theyâll stain too.Â
âAccidents happen,â Joelâs tone is steady like scripture, tenderness peeking through just enough to cling onto. âEverybodyâs fine. The world's still turning.â
Nobody had reacted in an extreme manner. There were gasps and startled jumps, but assurances came rushing in as the janitorial volunteers insisted that theyâd get everything cleaned up. Everyone in that kitchen knew that there were worse things in life than spilled juice. Sure, it was upsetting, considering the time Mr. Robertson spent and the people looking forward to drinking more, but it was a small mistake in the grand scheme of things. But when your heart is already heavy and your mind is tangled with other concerns, those little mishaps feel like the most devastating ones.Â
There was a directness about Joel, though, that eased away the guilt crawling beneath your skin. It was like he understood what screwing up truly was and this was many light years from it.Â
Dina spots Joel in the distance and points him out to Ellie. âThere he is over there.âÂ
Their smiles fall from their faces when they get closer and realize youâre crying. âHoly shit, what happened?â Ellie looks between you and Joel, worry etched onto her face.Â
âI just made a stupid mistake.â You sniffle, trying to regain your composure, not wanting to worry them. There was always something unavoidably daunting about seeing adults cry.Â
âYou girls stay here with her for a second. Iâll be right back,â Joel instructs.Â
A new song starts up by the live band thatâs playing. Itâs an instrumental rendition of Every Breath You Take. A decent crowd has gathered, nibbling on sourdough and nodding to the melody. Some people are wrapped in each otherâs arms. Joel soaks it all in as he navigates back to the racing lawn.Â
Tommy claps him on the back when he makes it and Joel returns the gesture. âYou enjoying yourself, man?â Tommy asks.Â
âYeah,â he says distractedly. âThere was a spill at the community center, so no more punch. You think you can get everybody on the same page?âÂ
âCopy that.âÂ
Tommyâs voice carries through the megaphone as Joel makes his way back to you, the announcement fading with each step.Â
âHowdy, folks. Some of you may have already heard, but in case you havenât, thereâs been a little spill and we are unfortunately all out of Mr. Robertsonâs world famous punch for the night. We apologize if you didnât get the chance to try it, but I promise weâll figure out a way to make it up to y'all. In the meantime, I heard the lemonade and ice tea ainât half bad.âÂ
His words blur into the background as Joel makes it back to you. There are a few disappointed groans, but nobody is completely devastated by the news. They keep carrying on just as he knew they would.Â
Tears no longer streak your face when Joel makes it back, Ellie and Dina seeming to have lifted your spirits a little more.Â
âDo you wanna go get cleaned up?â Joel suggests.Â
Now that youâre thinking about it, the feeling of your clothes sticking to your skin is beginning to grow uncomfortable. You take a deep breath at the thought of walking home, away from Summer Fest, all the energy, all the fun. Joel sees the disappointment on your face.Â
âI can go with you,â he offers.
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The walk to your house is quiet, the sounds of the night's festivities now distant. The porch steps creak gently under your weight as the two of you ascend them. Joel watches as you unlock the door, but finds himself cemented as you step inside. Confusion, appreciation, frustration, and want are all amalgamated into one look directed right his way. Without saying a word, you head further inside, leaving the door open.Â
Joelâs hands twitch at his sides like heâs a live wire wrought with energy. Bugs would fly in if he didnât do somethingâthatâs the justification he creates. Youâre halfway to the laundry room when you hear the front door shut behind him as he follows after you.Â
The living room is illuminated by dim lamplight as he walks through. A quick glance into the kitchen gives him sight of one of Ellieâs more recent drawings stuck to the refrigerator door with a smiley face magnet. It's a portrait of your face that you agreed to sit for one lazy afternoon while Joel was away on patrol.Â
The air smells like you. Understated and sweet, floral and earthen. Small plants line multiple windowsills despite how convinced you were that you couldnât keep anything alive. The whole commune would be worse off without you and heâd be the first to wilter away.Â
At the sound of a zipper and clothes brushing against skin, he stops his pursuit of you. Miles away even though youâre mere yards apart. All he has is your shadow, dancing in the dim light pooling out of the laundry room and into the hall with him. He backs himself into the cool wall and closes his eyes, Adamâs apple bobbing in his throat. Up and down and up again. An SOS in the middle of a sea when salvation was right within reach. It gets quiet after a while. No more running water, or cabinet doors, or shuffling around.Â
âYou can let me in, you know?â comes your voice, so light itâs almost nothing. Joel releases a shaky breath and opens his eyes to the sight of you, dawned in old shorts and a graphic tee. You wish he would say something, anything. Share a fraction of whatâs going on in his mind. âIâm right here, Joel.âÂ
âI know. I see you.â Thereâs a defensive edge to his voice thatâs wounded around the edges, as if heâs trying to accommodate the truth that burns within his ribcage, his stomach, beneath the entirety of his skin.Â
âSo now what?â You swallow your nerves, studying his face, his neck. âWeâre just gonna keep seeing each other for the rest of our lives and thatâs it? No knowing, no feeling, no experiencing?â You ask. âNo loving?â Â
One by one, the walls close in, until it feels like youâre standing toe to toe with nothing but words as weapons and honesty being the only way out. Itâs not a fight heâs ready for. He can trek through the harshest winters, fight off monsters and all manner of men, but heâs defenseless in front of you.
There will be no victory, no rising from battle with a bloodied fist or blade, or immediate relief akin to the coming of spring. The only way out is to dig within, and he already knew what resided there. It was a matter of carving it out and laying it on an altar for you to see as you did the same. Itâs not a fight at all, it's a sacrifice. All risk with probable reward.Â
âI donât want that to be all that we do.â Youâve never heard Joel speak so quietly. Itâs as if thereâs Infected lurking nearby and he doesnât want to be devoured. âThink about you too much.âÂ
âI was starting to think you didnât like me at all. Not like how I like you,â you say.Â
Joel swallows thickly, warm all over. âHow do you like me?âÂ
You push out of the laundry room doorway to step closer to him, placing a gentle hand on his chest, feeling the warmth beneath his shirt, the beating of his heart. You let it thrum against your palm until a shallow breath slips past his lips, then you move to cup his stubbled jaw, lightly brushing your thumb over his lower lip. The urge to touch you back grows so great that he finally gives in and lets both of his strong hands settle on your waist. Â
Joel can hear his heartbeat in his ears as he leans in towards you, studying your face, searching for any sign that this might be some elaborate ruse. Instead, he finds something so poignant that he doesnât have the words to define. Itâs as terrifying as it is wonderful to, for once, be unable to size up what heâs up against.Â
You close the space in between you with a softness that takes his breath away. Bared heart meeting bared heart. Joelâs lips are gentle and unhurried, every second savored and not a single one missed. You try to focus but it feels like youâre falling and flying all at once. Then his fingers dig into your waist a little harder, a silent plea to stay there with him, the warmth of his kiss, the firmness of his body as he pulls you closer.Â
Your hands find their way to the back of his neck to play with the hair curled at his nape. The kiss deepens not in urgency but a shared understanding. A promise sealed in the way your bodies fit together. And then, slowly, deliberately, Joel eases back, lips lingering on yours for a heartbeat longer until thereâs a slight space in between again. Your breaths mingle as he rests his forehead against yours, thumb stroking tender circles on your waist.Â
When you open your eyes, heâs already looking at you, wondering if you can feel that two worlds having converged into one, buzzing with a newness thatâs as beautiful as all the words youâd kept bottled inside.Â
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It hadnât taken much. Just a hug and a few soft kisses pressed to the underside of his jaw. When Joelâs grumbling finally subsided, it made way for the soothing ripple of the river. Youâd settled along the bank and stretched out a few blankets when you first arrived. An hour seemed to pass in the matter of a few seconds, laughter, conversations and all. Now the sun creeps closer and closer to the horizon up in the ombre sky.Â
It wasnât any fault of your own that youâd asked Joel if the date could extend a little longer. Itâd been a month of getting to see him in this light, open and unguarded, generous with giving those slow, easy smiles. Willing to lay down across your lap like this when you asked sweetly enough.Â
The small mouth of a fish breaks the surface of the water as you trace along his hairline, disappearing by the time you run the pad of your finger down his nose. His lips twitch as he continues to ward off sleep. This time, thereâs no stopping a soft laugh from rising up your throat. Thatâs all it takes for his eyes to flutter open, blinking until theyâre able to focus on the soft upturn of your lips. No sooner do they avert to the sky, assessing the fleeting light.Â
âWe gotta head back now,â his voice is gruff. When he moves to sit up, you place a delicate hand on the center of his chest and he settles back down with a sigh. âCâmon, sweetheart, the sunâs setting. I donât want you out here in the dark.âÂ
Packing up and riding back to the commune meant this moment would be resigned to a memory. âA few more minutes wonât hurt,â you insist.Â
Before Jackson and before you, every second was about enduring to the next. Life was an endless onwards, onwards, onwards reverberating through his veins. Slowing down was always a risk until you showed him that sometimes lifeâs most worthwhile moments were in the stillness. Somedays that was easier to remember than others, but he sure did put in an effort.Â
âI think youâre enjoying this more than I am anyways,â you tease. The corners of his lips quirk upwards before he can stop them.Â
You continue on like that, tracing his face, occasionally glancing up at the snow-capped peaks of the mountains. Then an animal catches your attention across the way, lean and tall with short antlers protruding from its head. You suck in a breath of pleasant surprise, and Joel startles upright thinking the worst. His shoulders relax when he sees the creature. It bends its neck down to nibble at something in the grass until deciding to gallop away.Â
âJust a mule deer.â He gives you a look.Â
âI know, sorry. I get excited.â You offer an apologetic smile and he's reminded of how beautiful you look in the light of the setting sun, features aglow. He doesnât say anything, just soaks you in here and now. An airiness fills your chest.Â
He stands with a groan, extending a helping hand back down to you. When youâre steady on your feet, he takes your chin in one gentle hand and tilts your head back so he can align his lips with yours. The kiss is brief, and he follows it up with a soft peck. Â
âWill you let me take you back home now?â he questions. âEllieâs gonna have our heads if weâre late for game night. Especially when sheâs choosing the line up.âÂ
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No heads roll that night. Plenty of dice do, while Uno cards are slapped onto the coffee table, and Jenga blocks fall. Tommy, Maria, Dina, and your uncle Nate, eventually file out of Joelâs house, leaving the three of you alone. Ellie feigns sleep on the couch as soon as itâs time for cleanup, and dozes off for real as you and Joel start taking care of everything yourselves.Â
He steps up behind you as youâre standing at the kitchen sink, snaking his arms around your middle. A curious hum rises up your throat as you lean back into him.Â
âI think somebody cheated during Jenga tonight,â he hushes against the shell of your ear, relishing the way you shiver at the warmth of his breath.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â Â
Joel noses at the back of your head. âSo you werenât the one touchinâ me during that last round?â he asks. âScratching my back, squeezing my thigh.âÂ
âIt was innocent,â you insist. âIt's a stressful game, I was just trying to ease your nerves. How was I supposed to know your hands would get all shaky?âÂ
A sudden chuckle shakes his chest, sending a ripple of warmth through you. âEase my nerves? We werenât even on the same team.â His fingers squeeze your hips in quick, gentle pulses, making you arch into him in a spell of helpless giggles. Joel evades your attempts to grab his wrists, but shows you mercy when you turn around, looking up at him through your lashes like you could do no wrong.Â
âYouâre lucky I happen to like you an awful lot.â He places both hands on the counter behind you, effectively caging you in.Â
You smooth your hands up his chest, admiring the soft lines by his eyes, the handsome bump of his nose. âI know. Iâm the luckiest person alive.âÂ
âNo, thatâs me,â Joel whispers.Â
Heâs certain of it.Â
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Thank you so much for reading. Iâd love to hear your thoughts, itâs my favorite thing.
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15 Minutes- Sophia Laforteza



pairing. actress!sophia x ceo!reader
synopsis. At a star-studded YSL Oscar After Party, actress Sophia shares a passionate kiss with secret girlfriend, CEO Y/n, sparking rumors and media frenzy as everyone wonders about Sophia's iconic lips and the true nature of their hidden relationship.
the night was young, but the YSL Oscar After Party was already buzzing with excitement. It was the most anticipated event of the year, drawing Hollywoodâs brightest stars into one glamorous, glittering space. Champagne flutes clinked, celebrities mingled, and the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and the promise of celebration. The room was alive with energy, but Sophia couldnât shake the feeling of unease as she stood at the edge of it all.
Sophia, a well-known actress with stunning performances under her belt, had spent years building a career based on both talent and beauty. Tonight, though, it wasnât her acting that had peopleâs attentionâit was her lips. Full, plush, and undeniably captivating, they had become her trademark. Fans and beauty enthusiasts alike speculated endlessly about the lip gloss she used to achieve that perfect pout, but Sophia had always kept the details a closely guarded secret.
The only thing more famous than her lips, perhaps, was Y/n.
Y/n was the enigmatic CEO of a tech empire, a woman with power that seemed to radiate from her very being. Tall, composed, and effortlessly cool, Y/n was the kind of person who didnât need to say much to make an impressionâshe simply had it. When she entered a room, people took notice, drawn to her magnetic presence, her sharp suit, and her confident demeanor. And tonight, Y/n was no exception.
Sophia had always admired her from afarârespectfully, of courseâbut tonight, something felt different. She found herself watching Y/n more than usual, her eyes following the way people gravitated toward her, laughing too hard at her jokes, trying to get her attention, maybe even hoping for a moment of closeness with the unreachable woman. And each time Sophia saw someone move toward Y/n, a strange pang of jealousy stirred within her.
Why was she feeling this way? Was it because Y/n was so damn alluring? Or was it something more?
Sophia wasn't sure, but the answer seemed to grow more apparent with each passing minute. Her stomach tightened as she watched a well-known actorâsomeone Sophia had worked with in the pastâmove toward Y/n, leaning in a little too closely and laughing a little too hard at something Y/n said. The actorâs hand brushed against Y/nâs arm, and Sophiaâs heart clenched, an unexpected wave of jealousy rising in her chest.
âHey, you good?â a voice called from beside her, pulling her from her thoughts.
Sophia turned to find Daniella, one of her closest friends and a fellow actress, standing there with a concerned look.
âIâm fine,â Sophia said quickly, forcing a smile. âJust... long night, you know? Too many people.â
Daniella raised an eyebrow, not convinced. âYou sure? Youâve been staring at Y/n all night.â
Sophia froze, her cheeks flushing slightly. She hadnât realized it was that obvious. "I wasnât staring, I justâ"
âI know you, Soph,â Daniella cut her off with a knowing smile. âItâs okay, we can talk about it later. But, seriously... have you seen the way she looks at you?â
Sophia blinked, taken aback. âWhat do you mean?â
Daniella shrugged casually. âI mean, the womanâs basically trying to undress you with her eyes. Itâs pretty obvious to anyone with eyes. Trust me, Iâve been watching her watch you all night.â
Sophia could feel the heat rising to her cheeks. She wasnât sure if Daniella was joking, or if she really had been watching Y/n like that, but the idea of Y/n looking at her in that way made her stomach flip.
"I don't know about that," Sophia muttered, shaking her head.
âYouâre not fooling me, Soph,â Daniella laughed, raising her glass in a mock toast. âJust saying, if you're interested, I think she might be too.â
Before Sophia could respond, she noticed Y/n standing alone by the bar. The crowd seemed to have shifted around her, and she now had a rare moment of peace. It was her chance.
Taking a deep breath, Sophia excused herself from Daniella, who gave her an encouraging smile before disappearing back into the crowd. As Sophia walked toward Y/n, she felt a rush of anticipation fill her, her heart beating a little faster with each step.
When Y/n saw her approaching, her lips quirked into a smile that sent a shiver down Sophiaâs spine. It was a slow smile, one that seemed to suggest a secretâsomething they shared that no one else knew about.
"Sophia," Y/n greeted, her voice smooth and calm as always. "I didnât expect to see you here. I thought you might be hiding somewhere from all the chaos."
Sophia couldn't help but smile back, though there was a nervous edge to it. "I donât like parties like this," she said, offering a half-smile. "But it seemed like the right thing to do after tonight's... events."
Y/nâs eyes softened, and she took a small step closer, closing the distance between them. âYou donât have to pretend to like it, you know. I can tell you're not enjoying yourself.â There was a subtle teasing tone to her voice.
Sophia chuckled nervously, glancing around the room before returning her gaze to Y/n. âItâs not that. I just... Thereâs so much attention on you tonight. It feels like everyone wants something from you."
Y/n tilted her head slightly, as though intrigued. "And you don't?" Her voice lowered, and Sophia could have sworn there was a hint of challenge in her words.
Sophia swallowed, caught off guard. âI donât know. Maybe I do,â she admitted quietly, her eyes searching Y/nâs face for any sign that this was some kind of game.
Y/nâs lips parted slightly, as if considering something. âItâs okay to want something from me, you know.â Her voice was softer now, more intimate.
Sophia felt her heart rate quicken. Something about the way Y/n was looking at her made her feel exposed, like they were standing alone in a world that had suddenly gotten much smaller. âMaybe I want something from you,â Sophia murmured, leaning in just a little, her fingers brushing against Y/nâs hand as they spoke.
Y/n smiled, but there was a playful glint in her eyes. âWhat if I told you that Iâve been wondering about your lips all night?â
Sophia blinked, surprised by the unexpected turn of conversation. âMy lips?â She laughed nervously. âWhat about them?â
âIâve been wondering what lip gloss youâre wearing,â Y/n replied, her voice low and almost teasing. âYou know, the one everyone talks about. The one that makes your lips look... perfect.â
Sophia felt her cheeks flush. It was true that her lips had become something of a signature, but the thought of Y/n noticing them made her feel almost shy. Almost.
âYouâll never know,â Sophia teased, a playful smile on her lips. âItâs a secret.â
Y/n's expression shifted from playful to serious in an instant, her eyes darkening. âI donât think it should be,â she whispered, stepping even closer to Sophia. She raised her hand, her fingers gently brushing against Sophiaâs lips, tracing the curve of her bottom lip before lingering there.
Sophiaâs breath hitched at the contact. The way Y/nâs fingers lingered on her lips sent a jolt of electricity through her body, her pulse racing. She could feel the heat between them, the weight of the moment.
âMaybe Iâll find out for myself,â Y/n murmured, her voice thick with desire. And before Sophia could react, Y/nâs lips were on hers.
The kiss was slow and deliberate, each movement drawing Sophia further into the moment. She felt Y/nâs fingers slide into her hair, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened, turning hungry and desperate. It was everything Sophia had been waiting for, everything she didnât know she needed. The world around them seemed to blur and fade as they moved together, the only thing real in that moment was the heat between them, the way their lips met with a perfect familiarity.
Sophiaâs hand traced the line of Y/nâs jaw, her fingers brushing over her lips in return. She could taste the champagne on Y/nâs breath, feel the warmth of her skin, and for the first time that night, she felt completely alive.
When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads leaning against each other as they tried to catch their breath.
Y/nâs voice was barely a whisper. âThatâs what I wanted to know.â
Sophiaâs lips parted, still stunned by the intensity of the kiss. âWhat?â
Y/n smiled, a little mischievous. âYour lip gloss. I had to find out for myself.â
Sophia chuckled softly, her fingers lingering on her lips. âI think youâve found out more than you bargained for.â
Before either of them could say anything more, the flash of a camera caught them off guard. They turned in unison, only to find a photographer from the party snapping a picture of them, their faces still close from the kiss. The moment was caught in an instantâa headline in the making.
Sophiaâs heart dropped into her stomach as she realized what had just happened. Within minutes, the pictures were everywhere. Tabloid sites had picked up the story, the headline reading:
âY/n Tries to Find Out Sophiaâs Lip Gloss SecretâAnd Gets a Whole Lot More.â
The gossip was relentless. People were buzzing about the kiss, wondering about the nature of their relationship. No one knew that Y/n and Sophia had been dating in secret for monthsâno one except for a select few.
Later that night, Sophia was scrolling through her phone when a text from Daniella popped up.
Daniella: So... how does it feel to have your lips trending on Twitter?
Sophia couldnât help but smile at the message. She traced her fingers over her lips, the feeling of Y/n still lingering on her skin. She knew this was just the beginning of something much bigger.
Sophia: It feels... exciting.
And deep down, she knew it was only a matter of time before they would no longer be able to keep their secret.
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Pretty Woman Moment
Max Verstappen x wife!Reader
Summary: you have your very own Pretty Woman moment in the glittering shops of Monaco
You take a deep breath of the fresh Monaco air as you walk hand-in-hand with Max down the cobbled streets. He gives your hand a little squeeze and smiles at you. Even after all this time, his smile still makes your heart skip a beat.
Youâre both dressed casually â just simple jeans and t-shirts, with caps pulled low over your faces. Itâs one of the things you love most about your life here. The two of you can blend in and just be yourselves, without the glare of fame and fortune.
As you pass a small cafe, the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafts out. Your mouth waters.
âIâm dying for an iced coffee,â you say longingly. âDo you mind if we stop for a quick drink?â
Max chuckles. âOf course, schatje. You stay here and keep browsing. Iâll go grab us something.â
He gives you a peck on the cheek before heading into the cafe. You watch him go, your eyes drifting down to admire his cute butt in those jeans. Yup, youâve definitely still got it bad for him.
Humming to yourself, you continue down the street, peering in shop windows at the latest fashions.
Up ahead you spot the iconic red awnings of Cartier. On a whim, you decide to browse the opulent jewelry shop.
As soon as you enter the store, you can feel the receptionistâs eyes sweep over you, no doubt taking in your casual outfit. Her gaze lingers on your much-loved sneakers. You pretend not to notice as you begin looking at a display of gem-encrusted watches.
Moments later, a saleswoman approaches you. âMay I help you find something?â The saleswoman asks in a frosty tone.
You give her a polite smile. âJust looking, thanks.â
The womanâs eyes flick to your sneakers again, and her lips press together in disapproval. Still, she gives a curt nod and stands stiffly nearby like she is waiting for you to leave.
You feel a flare of annoyance at her judgmental attitude, but brush it off. You donât have anything to prove to her. You know who you are, sneakers and all.
As you admire a display of delicate tennis bracelets, you feel the saleswomanâs eyes on you. She hovers over your shoulder, as if worried you might steal something. You bite back an amused laugh. If only she knew the size of your jewelry collection back home. Max loves spoiling you with extravagant gifts just because.
You wander towards the case of Panthère de Cartier rings, their tiny emerald eyes glinting up at you. As you lean down to admire them, the saleswoman swoops in.
âIâm afraid those particular pieces are off limits to handle without intent to purchase,â she says crisply.
You straighten up slowly. âOf course. My apologies.â
You turn away, irritation prickling. The other salespeople eye you suspiciously too now. Pretentious snobs, you think.
Just then, the glint of your own diamond tennis bracelet catches your eye â the one Max gave you for your anniversary last year. Itâs slipped partially down your wrist unnoticed. You nudge it back into place just as the first saleswoman appears at your elbow.
âExcuse me, but I believe youâre attempting to steal that bracelet,â she hisses.
You gape at her. âWhat? This is mine, Iâve been wearing it since I came in.â
âLikely story,â she snaps. âJacques, could you please call security?â
A bulky guard steps forward, eyeing you distrustfully. âLetâs just take a look at that bracelet, miss.â
Mortified anger rises in you. âAbsolutely not, I donât need to prove anything to you,â you say heatedly.
The saleswomanâs expression hardens. âIf you make a scene, weâll be forced to restrain you until the police get here.â
Just then, the door opens and Max strides in, caramel-drizzled iced coffee in hand. His eyes instantly take in the situation. He steps forward, eyes blazing.
âWhat the hell is going on here?â He demands, voice dangerous. Youâve never seen his racing temper directed at you, though you know it lurks beneath his calm demeanor.
âItâs fine, Max, just a misunderstanding-â you start gently.
He silences you with a look, then turns his glare on the cringing salespeople. When he speaks again, his voice is lethally quiet.
âThis is my wife, Y/N, and I suggest you treat her with the utmost respect. She is the most important person in my world.â Though his words are soft, they crack sharply like a whip. âNow apologize. Immediately.â
The saleswoman who accused you blanches paper-white. âM-Mr. Verstappen, Iâm so sorry, I didnât realize-â
Max holds up a hand, cutting off her stammering. His sharp features are carved from stone. âSave it. Your behavior was unacceptable. Weâll be taking our business elsewhere and you can be assured that I will be speaking to corporate.â
But the security guard blocks your path. âJust a moment. I still need to verify this bracelet did not come from our store.â He reaches out towards your wrist.
Quick as a flash, Max grabs the manâs arm, halting him. âDonât touch her,â Max says in a low, dangerous voice. You feel a shiver run down your spine at the ice in his tone.
The security guard tries to yank his arm away, but Max holds firm. âI suggest you let us leave right now, before I call my lawyer.â
He drops the offending arm as the security guard takes several steps back, then takes your hand gently. âCome, schatje. Letâs get you home.â
Once outside, Max halts and turns you gently to face him. His handsome face is creased with concern.
âAre you okay?â He asks, brushing a lock of hair tenderly from your face. âIâm so sorry that happened to you.â
You lean into his touch, letting it soothe away the sting. âIâm okay now that youâre here. But Max ⌠the way she looked at me, treated me like I was garbage just because of what I was wearing âŚâ You trail off, throat tightening.
Maxâs jaw tightens, a storm brewing in his beautiful eyes again. âShe had no right to talk down to you that way. No one has the right to make assumptions and treat you like anything less than the amazing woman I know you are.â
Despite everything, you feel yourself smile slightly. No one can make you feel better like Max can but furious tremors in his fingers tell you his wrath still simmers below the surface. You squeeze his hand. âIâm okay, really. Donât let them ruin our day.â
His expression softens as he looks down at you. âOf course. I just canât stand to see anyone disrespecting you.â He smiles ruefully. âI may have overreacted.â
You laugh. âJust a bit. But it was gallant of you to come to my defense.â You lean up on tiptoes to kiss him sweetly.
Max wraps you in his arms. âIâll always protect you, Y/N. I love you.â
âAnd I love you.â You take his hand again. âCome on, letâs go for a walk. I saw the most adorable baby swans in the harbor earlier.â
The tension eases from Maxâs shoulders as you stroll together along the glittering marina. You chat and laugh, the unpleasant scene at the jewelry store already forgotten. Because nothing can touch the happiness youâve found here, in the sun-drenched streets of Monaco, hand-in-hand with the love of your life.
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The next evening, you and Max stride arm in arm into Cartier, looking every inch the glamorous millionaire couple that you are. Youâre dressed in a slinky black gown with diamond earrings while Max cuts a sharp figure in an Armani tuxedo. The salespeople gape as you saunter in, not recognizing you as the girl from yesterday.
You head straight for the saleswoman who accused you of stealing. âRemember me?â You ask breezily.
She flushes, stammering apologies. You silence her with one manicured finger.
âLetâs start fresh, shall we?â You extend a hand. âIâm Y/N.â
âS-Suzanne,â she manages.
âSuzanne, my husband Max and I are looking to make a significant purchase tonight.â You gesture around the lavish store. âYou have some beautiful pieces. Why donât you show us some options?â
âOf course, right this way.â Suzanne leads you to a private viewing room. Hands shaking, she brings out diamond necklaces, tennis bracelets, rings â tens of millions of dollars in jewels laid across velvet.
You and Max pretend to consider each item seriously, before waving it away. âOh no, that wonât do ⌠this oneâs not quite right either âŚâ With each rejection, Suzanneâs smile grows tighter.
Finally you turn to her, feigning disappointment. âWell Suzanne, Iâm afraid nothing here has caught my eye. It all seems a bit ⌠subpar.â
She gapes. âS-subpar?â
âMmhm. I think weâll try Bulgari next. Their quality is much more superior.â You pause, tapping a finger against your chin thoughtfully.
âYou know, now that Iâm thinking about it, I realize this just isnât going to work out between us.â You gesture around the store. âItâs not you, itâs me. Iâm sure this is a fine jewelry store for some people with lower standards, but for me ...â You trail off, shaking your head sadly.
Suzanne is white-faced, swallowing hard. âPlease, give us another chance. Iâm certain we can find something to your satisfaction.â
You pretend to consider it. âWell ⌠I suppose we could take another look.â
For the next hour, Suzanne desperately shows you their most elite pieces, diamond necklaces worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. You and Max have a gleeful time trying them on, admiring yourselves, but ultimately waving each one away.
Finally, after rejecting a spectacular âŹ500,000 art deco diamond choker, you say airily, âYou know what, Suzanne? I just donât think Cartier is right for me. Itâs been ⌠educational, but I believe Max and I will be going now.â
As you saunter out, Suzanne calls desperately, âPlease come again soon!â
You pause, looking back with a dazzling smile. âI would ⌠but you made a big mistake. Big. Huge.â
And linking your arm through Maxâs, you sashay into the balmy Monaco night, leaving the frantic saleswoman behind.
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âď¸ i see the light âď¸



summary: ellie is just trying to hide from the guards when she stumbles apon a tower and a girl with really long hair.
pairing: flynn ryder!ellie williams x rapunzel!reader
warnings: non me things
a/n: i want to thank the oh so lovely @meowmeowtimw for sending me their gorgeous art, and also everyone who anticipated this fic. thank you so much for the love. also, first time doing a taglist, but let me know if youâd like to be added!
this is going to be done in parts bc my tumblr glitches and i dont want to lose any writing and delay this anymore! i have changed it up a bit from the movie to attempt to fit ellie as a character and not feel like im writing out the script but all the iconic moments will be included
youâre not quite sure how she ended up here. knocked out and stuffed in your wardrobe.
earlier, it had just been you and pascal. your mother out fetching ingredients for dinner, your birthday dinner.
sheâd shut down your hopes and dreams of seeing the lights you saw every year for your birthday. she called them stars, made you feel fragile and weak. left with a half hearted goodbye.
thats when the girl showed up.
short auburn hair, climbing the tower with arrows. before you knew it, she was passed out on the floor, a frying pan in your hands.
in her bag though, that was the interesting piece. something gold and shiny, crystals decorating the circle. too big to be a bracelet, too beautiful to be a magnifying glass.
you and pascal jumped as your mother called up the tower, a surprise apparently. when you tried bringing up the lights once more, sheâd simply laughed, brushing it off. you tried again, but gave up when she yelled, asking for paints.
she left, leaving you alone again. until you werenât.
a girl, in your window.
now in your chair, tied up with pascal on her shoulder. he licked her ear, once, twice, three times before she jolted awake with a yell.
âwhat the hell?â
you took a deep breath, still hiding in a shadow.
âstruggling⌠struggling is pointless.â
she looked around, taking in what was holding her down. was it, hair?
âi know why youâre here, and im not afraid of you.â slowly, you stepped into her view. âwho are you, and how did you find me?â
âam i wrapped in hair?â the girl gawked at you, struggling under the wraps. âwho am i? who are you? this is insane. this is kidnapping, just so you know.â
your face dropped. âyou broke in first.â
âand you knocked me out and tied me up! with hair! who even has this much hair?â she groaned as she struggled.
âso you dont know who i am?â you whispered as you stepped closer.
she looked at you incredulously, âare you joking? of course not. can you let me out now?â you nodded as you stopped in front of her.
only now did you really notice her. short auburn hair, tied up at the back. green eyes that matched yours. freckles lining her nose and cheeks. lips slightly cracked and parted.
âill let you out, if you promise me one thing.â she rolled her eyes but nodded. âevery year, on my birthday, there are these lights. my mother told me they were stars, but ive tracked the stars for years.â you turned away and pulled back the curtain to your most recent painting. âtheyâre floating lights, and you are going to take me to them.â she hesitated but you quickly jumped in. âand if you donât, say goodbye to your satchel.â
she sighed and relaxed into the chair. âalright, fine.â she smiled as your eyes lit up and you ran to her. âill take you. but, weâre going my way.â you nodded excitedly as you untangled her from your hair. âand, im ellie by the way.â
ârapunzel.â
she shook out her limbs before standing. ârapunzel? pretty.â
âso youâve really never been outside the tower before?â
ellie walked slightly ahead with her hands in her pockets, a small smile on her face. she said she knew a place to stop on your way to the kingdom.
you nodded as you took in everything. âshe said it was too dangerous for me out here. that id get eaten alive.â
ellie frowned a bit as you spoke. you were definitely a bit ditzy, but smart. you werenât naive but you noticed the good in everything youâd seen.
âso,â you pulled up beside ellie, nearly bumping her. âhow did you find me?â
âi didnât actually intend to.â she said, looking at you. âi was running, from⌠some very bad people, and i stumbled apon a pass in the woods. totally by accident. and when i went through it, there it was. the tower.â she watched as you nodded. âi figured id just, go up. i wasnt really thinking someone might be there.â
âobviously.â you teased.
she rolled her eyes, âalright whatever. i just needed somewhere to wait everyone out. and then you came out of nowhere and tried to maim me.â
you gasped, hitting her arm as she laughed. âi thought you were gonna hurt me! what was i supposed to do?â
âokay, fair enough.â you walked in silence for awhile, side by side, hands grazing.
ellie couldnât help but feel a pull to you. you were kind, and funny. she hadnât known you very long, but she knew she wanted to know more. and she couldnât deny your beauty.
she was knocked out of her thoughts as you pointed to a sign in the distance.
snuggly duckling.
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Are you, like me, suddenly obsessed with COD and want to write fanfic, but you don't want to always follow the canon missions?
Introducing: the mission generator. Pick one thing from each catagory and write away. Assembled from various resources and my head.
Objective:
<air strike / aid / arm / assassinate / assault / bombard / breach / build / bypass / capture / clear / contact / contain / control / defend / destroy / disarm / disaster relief / disengage / disinformation / distract / escort / extract / guard / identify / infiltrate / interrogate / isolate / investigation / lead / liberate / medical assistance / neutralize / occupy / patrol / propagandize / recon / recruit / repair / rescue / sabotage / seize / supply / surveillance / train>
Target:
<ship / dictator / informant / army / navy / armor / missile / chemical gas / estate / financial institution / airplane / organization / religious icon / subject matter expert / terrorist cell / journalist / rebels / airforce / drug trafficker / intelligence agency / factory / general / supply chain / submarine / enemy base / hostage / safe house / WMD / monument / leader / deserters / militia / research center / lab / bridge / mountain pass>
Unforseen Complication:
<old rival / dependant / redundant cell / transportation problems / competition / blown cover / legal trouble / old enemy / natural disaster / love interest / old friend / wounded / illness / journalists / bad weather / civil unrest / emergency election / civilians in need / double agent / weapon malfunction / team separated / betrayal / mistaken identity / regime change / deserters / ambush / bad Intel / false flag op / sabotage / traps / hacking / capture / setup>
Location:
<city / town / village / estate / mountains / abandoned house / military base / port / desert / forest / plains / river / ocean / tunnel / caves / swamp / jungle / coast / volcano / ruins / arctic / tundra / hills / canyon / mountain pass>
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SUMMARY ŕ§ŕ being a muggleborn in slytherin is already weird enough, but when christmas rolls around and you start ranting about movies, mulled wine, and plum cake? yeah, theyâre lost. so now, youâve made it your mission to educate themâpowerpoint presentation and all
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It all started on a chilly December morning in the Slytherin common room, where you, the lone Muggleborn among a brood of purebloods, found yourself stuck in a conversation about Christmas plans.
âFatherâs hosting the annual gala, of course,â Regulus drawled, looking like heâd rather jump into the Black Lake than attend. âItâs a tedious affair. Wine, polite chatter, more wine, and some distant cousin inevitably gets hexed.â
âIâll be in France,â Barty chimed in, lounging on the emerald-green sofa. âMother insists we spend Christmas at the villa. Snow-covered vineyards are apparently very âinâ this year. Never mind that I despise snow.â
Evan, sprawled on the armchair like a cat, added, âWe just exchange gifts and drink until someone passes out. Classic Rosier family bonding.â
Dorcas shrugged. âIâm just here for the food.â
âWhat about you, sweetheart?â Pandora asked, perched cross-legged on the carpet, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she looked at you. âWhat do Muggleborns do for Christmas?â
The room went quiet. All eyes turned to you. You blinked, caught off guard by the question, but then your face lit up with an enthusiasm so un-Slytherin it almost made Regulus flinch.
âOh, itâs amazing,â you gushed, leaning forward like you were about to unveil the secrets of the universe. âWe watch Christmas movies, bake cookies, drink mulled wineââ
âMulled what?â Barty interrupted, raising a brow.
âWine, but itâs warm and spiced! Like⌠liquid Christmas,â you explained.
Barty squinted. âSounds cursed.â
âItâs delicious!â you insisted. âAnd then thereâs plum cake, gingerbread houses, carolsâŚâ
âWhatâs a gingerbread house?â Pandora asked, tilting her head.
You gasped audibly, clutching your chest. âYou donât know about gingerbread houses?!â
âWhy would anyone live in a house made of bread?â Regulus muttered, looking genuinely baffled.
âYou donât live in it, you eat it! Itâs a house-shaped cookie! Decorated with icing and candy!â
âSo itâs a building you eat?â Evan asked, pen and parchment suddenly in hand. âHow structurally sound is it? Is there a charm involved?â
You stared at him. âItâs not real architecture, Evan. Itâs⌠itâs just fun!" you said, throwing your hands up. âFun. Youâve heard of it, right? Or do purebloods have a âno joyâ clause in their family crests?â
Barty let out a bark of laughter. âI like Treasureâs energy today. Keep going.â
âSounds inefficient,â Regulus sniffed, though he didnât look away from your animated expression.
âOh, for Merlinâs sake,â you groaned, throwing your hands in the air. âI canât believe this. How can you lot be so deprived? Do you even know about Christmas movies?â
âIâve seen A Christmas Carol,â Pandora offered helpfully.
âNo, no, no,â you said, shaking your head furiously. âThatâs just the tip of the iceberg. Thereâs Home Alone, Elf, Love Actually, GrinchâŚâ
âWhatâs âHome Aloneâ?â Barty asked, sounding both skeptical and intrigued.
âItâs a masterpiece!â you exclaimed, your voice echoing slightly in the cavernous common room. âA kid gets left behind when his family goes on holiday, and he outsmarts burglars with booby traps! Itâs iconic.â
Regulusâs brows furrowed. âWhy didnât the parents use a locator spell?â
âItâs Muggle,â you sighed. âNo magic. Just wit and⌠household objects.â
âSounds dangerous,â Dorcas commented, but her interest piqued when you added, âAlso, he eats a ridiculous amount of pizza.â
Pandora clapped her hands together. âDarling, you must show us all of this!â
âShow you?â you repeated, an idea already forming in your mind. âOh, Iâll do better than that. Iâll educate you. Prepare yourselves for the most Muggle Christmas experience of your lives. Iâm taking you home for the holidays.â
âOh, treasure, youâre inviting us home?â Barty grinned mischievously. âHow sweet.â
You ignored him. âPowerPoint presentation. Slides. Visual aids. Youâll see.â
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Your cozy, fairy-light-strewn living room was a far cry from the grandeur of the Slytherin common room. The gang had been skeptical about âMuggle festivities,â but after hours of your enthusiastic explanations, their interest had piqued.
You stood before them with a literal PowerPoint presentation projected onto the wall.
âSlide one: Christmas Movies,â you announced, pointer in hand. âThis is The Grinch. Heâs green, he hates Christmas and people, and heâs iconic.â
âRelatable,â Regulus muttered, sipping mulled wine with far more sophistication than necessary.
âSlide two: Food!â you exclaimed. âBehold: mince pies, Christmas pudding, turkey with all the trimmingsââ
Dorcas leaned forward. âYou made all of this?â
âSome,â you admitted, âbut most of itâs from the bakery down the road.â
âI love your Muggle bakeries,â Evan said under his breath, scribbling in his notebook.
âSlide three: Ugly sweaters,â you said, holding one up triumphantly. It was garishly red with a Rudolph nose that lit up.
Barty snorted. âYou actually wear that?â
âNot only wear it,â you said, grinning, âbut we have competitions for who wears the ugliest one.â
âThis is ridiculous,â Regulus muttered, but he was watching with unnerving focus.
âLast slide!â you announced. âMistletoe! Hang it in a doorway, and if two people stand under itâŚâ
âThey duel?â Barty asked, eyes sparkling.
âNo, Barty. They kiss.â
âOh,â he said, smirking. âMuch better.â
As you launched into an enthusiastic explanation of Christmas traditions, complete with visual aids and holiday snacks, the reactions were⌠mixed.
âWait, so you hang socks over a fire?â Pandora asked, horrified. âWhy?â
âStockings!â you corrected. âAnd Santa fills them with gifts!â
âWhoâs Santa?â Evan asked, taking meticulous notes.
âA magical man who delivers presents to every child in one night,â you explained.
âThatâs absurd,â Regulus muttered. âHeâd need to Apparate faster thanâŚâ
âRegulus, itâs not about logic!â you exclaimed. âItâs about magic⌠the non-wand kind.â
Dorcas, meanwhile, was utterly focused on the food slides. âDo you have these⌠sugar cookies? Right now?â
Pandora was already halfway through decorating a gingerbread man. âThis is delightful,â she said, adding tiny buttons with a concentrated frown.
Regulus, trying to appear disinterested, kept glancing at the screen as you explained Christmas movie plots.
âAnd in Elf, the main characterâŚâ
âWait,â Barty interrupted. âYouâre telling me a grown man thinks heâs an elf?â
âYes, and itâs hilarious!â you insisted.
Regulusâs lips twitched as if suppressing a smile. âRidiculous,â he muttered, but didnât look away.
By the end of the evening, the room was littered with crumbs, icing, and half-decorated cookies. Evan was still taking notes, Pandora was humming a carol, and even Barty admitted heâd try mulled wine if you made it again.
Regulus lingered by the fireplace as the others left, staring at the stockings hanging there. âItâs⌠quaint,â he said quietly.
You grinned. âMuggle Christmas wins, admit it.â
Regulus didnât look away from the stockings. âItâs tolerable.â
But the faintest flush on his cheeks said more than words ever could.
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You have the Flu | Felix




áÂłpairing; Felix x Reader
áÂłgenre; Sickfic, Comfort, Fluff,
áÂłwarnings; use of pet names
áÂłAuthors Note; Other members coming soon!
Part of the "He helps you when.." collection. Other members parts: Chan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

As you leave the office, the weight of the day begins to lift. You're looking forward to heading home, maybe even curling up with a good book or binge-watching your favorite show. It's been a long week â Thursday afternoon, the anticipation of the impending weekend is palpable, yet one more day of work still looms ahead.
The rain catches you off guard, a sudden onslaught that seems to mirror the weight of the week you've just endured. Dark clouds hang low in the sky, casting a somber shadow over the bustling streets below. The sound of raindrops hitting pavement fills the air, drowning out the usual cacophony of city life.
You hadn't expected rain today â hadn't bothered to check the weather forecast, too consumed by the demands of work to think about anything else. Now, you find yourself standing on the sidewalk, unprepared and unprotected against the elements.
The air is thick with the scent of wet asphalt and the sound of rain hitting the pavement is a constant, soothing rhythm.
With a heavy heart, you reach into your pocket for your phone, hoping to call for a taxi and escape the downpour. But as you bring it out, you notice the battery icon blinking ominously â a glaring red warning that it's about to die.
You curse under your breath, frustration mounting as you realize the extent of your predicament. Without a working phone, you're stranded in the rain, with no means of summoning help or seeking shelter.
Reluctantly, you tuck the phone back into your pocket, resigned to your fate. The cold seeps into your bones as you huddle beneath the feeble shelter of an overhang, watching the world pass by through a curtain of raindrops.
Minutes stretch into what feels like hours as you wait, the anticipation of a taxi's arrival your only source of hope amidst the relentless downpour. With each passing moment, your patience wears thin, your spirits dampened by the relentless assault of rain.
Finally, a taxi pulls up to the curb, and you practically leap inside, grateful for the warmth and shelter it provides.
As you settle into the backseat, you let out a long exhale, feeling a chill creep into your bones. The sound of rain against the windows is muffled now, replaced by the hum of the engine and the soft patter of droplets on the roof.
You give the driver your address and sink back into the seat, closing your eyes for a moment of peace amidst the chaos of the storm. The gentle rocking of the taxi lulls you into a state of calm, the tension in your shoulders slowly melting away.
Outside, the rain continues to fall, a steady rhythm that serves as a backdrop to your journey home. But inside the taxi, you're safe and dry, cocooned in a bubble of warmth and comfort. And you watch as the city lights pass by in a blur of color.
But as the night wears on, you start to feel worse. Your head throbs, your throat feels scratchy, and your body aches all over.
As you stumble through the door of your apartment, you can't shake the feeling of exhaustion that weighs heavily upon you. But you're grateful for the familiar surroundings of home.
Dragging yourself to the bathroom, you strip off your wet clothes and step into the warm embrace of the shower. The hot water soothes your aching muscles, but it does little to ease the pounding in your head or the scratchiness in your throat.
After what feels like an eternity, you emerge from the shower and clumsily towel off. You're too tired to bother with your nighttime routine, so you simply crawl into bed, shivering despite the layers of blankets.
After what feels like an eternity, you emerge from the shower and clumsily towel off. You're too tired to bother with your nighttime routine, so you simply crawl into bed, shivering despite the layers of blankets.
You glance at the clock on the nightstand, its glowing digits informing you that it's now 9:26 PM. Your phone, now charging, sits on the nightstand, but you can't summon the energy to check it. Instead, you drift off into a fitful sleep, the fever burning through your body like wildfire.
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As you slowly awaken from your fever-induced slumber, you're greeted by the persistent pounding on your door. Every muscle in your body feels heavy, and the thought of moving seems impossible. You try to call out, You try to call out, but your voice comes out as nothing more than a raspy croak, barely audible even to your own ears.
The persistent pounding on your door feels like a distant echo, a sound from another world intruding upon your fragile consciousness. With each thud, your heart beats a little faster, a sense of unease creeping into the edges of your mind.
The pounding grows louder and more urgent, reverberating through the room like a drumbeat. Then, above the din, you hear the unmistakable sound of keys jingling in the lock, sending a jolt of adrenaline coursing through your veins. Your heart skips a beat as anticipation and anxiety intertwine within you.
Suddenly, the door bursts open, and Felix rushes into the room, his face a whirlwind of emotions â concern, relief, and something else that you can't quite place. His eyes lock onto yours, searching for reassurance amidst the chaos of your fevered state.
"Felix," you manage to croak out, your voice barely above a whisper. Relief floods through you at the sight of him.
"You didn't answer any of my messages or calls," Felix says, his voice tinged with worry as he rushes to your side. "I got really scared when I went to check up on you at work and you weren't there, so I came straight here. Are you okay?"
"Felix," you whisper. "What time is it?"
"It's 3 PM," he replies. "I've been so worried about you. Are you okay? How are you feeling?"
You manage a weak nod, reaching out to grasp his hand. "I... I think I caught the flu. I feel awful."
Felix's expression softens with concern as he feels your forehead. "You're burning up. Let's get you some water and medicine, okay? We'll make you feel better."
You nod gratefully, letting Felix guide you to sit up as he hurries to fetch a glass of water and some fever-reducing medication. As he fusses over you, you can't help but feel overwhelmed by his care and concern.
Felix's brow furrows with concern as he settles beside you, his worry evident in his voice. "How long have you been feeling this way?"
You sigh. "Since last night. I... I think it's because of the rain," you admit reluctantly. "I got caught in it on my way home from work yesterday, and I didn't have an umbrella or anything. By the time I got home, I was already feeling sick."
Felix's expression darkens with concern and a hint of frustration. "You were out in the rain without proper protection, and you didn't say anything?" he asks, his voice tinged with worry and reproach.
"I didn't think it was a big deal," you mumble, feeling ashamed for not taking better care of yourself. "I thought I'd be fine, but... I guess I was wrong."
Felix's features soften as he reaches out to cup your cheek, his touch gentle. "You should have told me, sweetheart," he says softly. "I would have come to get you, or at least made sure you got home safely. I hate seeing you like this."
You nod, feeling tears prickle at the corners of your eyes. "I'm sorry, Felix," you whisper, feeling overwhelmed. "I should have said something. I won't do it again, I promise."
Felix pulls you into his arms, holding you close as he presses a kiss to your forehead. "It's okay," he murmurs, his voice warm and comforting. "Just focus on getting better now, alright? I'll take care of you."
With a tender smile, he rises from the bed and heads to the kitchen, returning moments later with a steaming mug of his favorite tea. Its aroma fills the room, carrying with it a sense of warmth and comfort.
"Here," he says softly, offering you the mug. "This always makes me feel better when I'm under the weather. Maybe it'll help you too."
You take the mug gratefully, the warmth of the tea seeping into your hands.
As you slowly try to drink the tea, your hands trembling slightly from weakness, Felix notices the sadness etched on your face. then, he suddenly disappears into the other room.
A couple minutes later he returns with BbokAri cradled gently in his arms, a soft smile gracing his lips as he approaches you.
"Here," he says gently, placing the plush toy in your hands. "This little guy never leaves my side, but tonight, I want him to keep you company. I thought he might help cheer you up too."
Taking the plush toy into your hands, you can't help but marvel at its softness and the love that emanates from it. As you hold it close, feeling its comforting presence, you notice Felix's gaze lingering on you, filled with concern and tenderness.
Seeing your body tremble with chills, Felix's heart wrenches with concern. "You're so cold," he murmurs. "Let's get you warmed up."
He quickly rises from the bed, leaving you momentarily bereft of his comforting embrace. However, he returns moments later with an extra blanket, which he wraps snugly around you. Then, he retrieves a heating pad, placing it gently near you.
As you shiver from a combination of fever and cold, Felix notices your discomfort. Returning to your side, he slips under the covers beside you, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle embrace. He holds you tightly, his own body heat radiating against yours, as he murmurs soothing words of comfort.
You snuggle closer to him. Felix holds you close, his steady heartbeat a reassuring rhythm against your ear. You hold BbokAri close to your chest, feeling its softness against your skin. Felix wraps his arms around both you and BbokAri, and you feel a sense of safety and security wash over you, banishing the cold and the fear that had gripped you moments before.
Felix presses a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering as if to convey all the love he holds for you. "I'll do whatever it takes to see you smile again," he murmurs, his voice a gentle caress against your skin. "You mean everything to me, and I can't stand to see you like this."
"Do you want more medicine, or is there something else I can do to ease your discomfort?" he asks gently, his voice filled with a desire to help.
"Having you here, holding me like this," you say softly, "is all the medicine I need."
Felix's smile is tender and full of affection. "I'm glad I can provide some comfort," he replies, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "But if there's anything else I can do, just let me know. I'll bring you more tea, medicine, anything you need. Or we can go on a walk? Get some sunshine and fresh air."
"You already bring the sunshine with you, right here in this room," you say, your voice soft with love.
Felix's eyes shimmer with warmth at your words, a soft glow of affection enveloping him. Pressed against each other for warmth, you drift off into a peaceful sleep, the sound of Felix's steady breathing lulling you into a sense of calm.
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Imagine: Gymcrush!San x pilatesgirlie!reader
Synopsis: Imagine finally working up the courage to go up to Gymcrush!San, after weeks of semi-creepily watching him across the stuffy gym.
Itâs not your fault that heâs somehow always there when you do your sessions, even less so that your eyes keep finding him and his tiny waist. Him and his thick arms, him and his muscular chest, him and thunderous thighs. Not your fault that he wears those skin-tight tops, paired with the iconic grey sweats, or on days where you thank the lord, workout shorts. No, not your fault at all when he looks like sex on a stick after running cardio on the treadmill, even more so when deadlifting, a belt cinching his waist in deliciously.
So, after a particularly successful gyming session for you (you had completed a new Pilates routine with increased weights, and held your yoga stretches for a whole 20 seconds longer than usual, and even the 15-minute warm up run seemed easier than usual), you finally manage to walk up to him.
Youâre regretting it the moment you start walking towards him, only now noticing that he isnât here alone fuck fuck fuck what do you mean heâs got his bros here?!. You almost make a 180 to turn to leave, but decide to kick yourself in the ass youâre going to die anyway, why not take the chance?. Your Yolo attitude carried your feet across the gym hall, and by some miracle the two guys standing with San start drifting towards a machine, probably to start the next set.
Taking deep breaths you try to hype yourself up, you look down at your clean shoes and revise what youâre going to say. Once your confidence if built up enough (and your short trek across the gym is complete), you muster up the courage to speak to him, lightly tapping his shoulder to call his attention.
He pulls the headphones off his head completely, and turns to look you in the eyes. His eyebrows raise slightly once he takes in your appearance, and you can feel your face heating up at the way his eyes scan your figure. He remains silent but nods his head to you once his gaze returns to your face, bidding you to say your piece.
You collect your scrambled thoughts and practically squeak out the semi-confession âHi, sorry to disrupt you but I find you really admirable, I hope this doesnât come out of the nowhere but could I have your number?â Your eyes are hopeful, and by now youâre sure that a blush has crept its way onto your face- you can feel it down your neck.
Youâre fidgeting with your phone a little, watching his eyes widen and his mouth drop open a little, tongue coming out to dart at his lips before he speaks. âYeah, sure. No problem.â His voice is gravely but kind, and you can feel your heartbeat pick up at the success youâve garnered from the interaction. A little too giddily you open your phone contacts and select a new contact.
Holding out your phone for him to take, youâre caught off guard by his grumbling voice again. âYou do Pilates, right?â your breath halts for a second. Never in your life had you considered it a reality where he would perceive your existence, too. It really didnt occur to you that just as much as you watch him, he could be observing you as well.
âUh- yeah, yeah i do Pilates. Im usually in the open space though.â you reply once you found your voice again. He nods thoughtfully in response, âyeah, thats right.. Ive seen you do your routines once or twice. Impressive as hell, i couldnât do that stuff to save my life.â a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he finishes typing on your phone, passing it back to you and looking into your eyes again.
You bite back a smile and look down at your phone to avoid his eyes, shy from the compliment. âOh, thanksâŚâ you hear him chuckle. âHey, lemme get your number too, ill reach out first since you beat me to taking the first step.â your eyes flick up to meet his again, wide in surprise. âHuh?â you look down to his hands where he holds out his phone on front of him, eyes expectant and warm.
He sighs and gestures for you to take the phone, which you do almost reflexively as he explains: âWell, youâre braver than me for approaching first, Iâve been noticing you for a while now, never had the confidence to go up to you though. I was worried Iâd scare you away.â You look at him in disbelief, your mind racing with thoughts as your gaze shifts to the heavy phone in your hand.
âOhâŚâ your voice is quiet as you numbly type in your number, filling the contact as your name. A smile that mirrors his crosses your face when you look back at him, and you both end up giggling as you stare at another in silence, smiling like teens.
Once youâve calmed down you avert your gaze again and shrug. âSo⌠see you around??â he nods almost immediately, arms flexing as he reaches up for his headphones again. âYes! I mean- yeah sure.â he corrects his overzealous tone and coolly coughs to cover it up, cringing a little at himself, and you laugh a little. âOkay, bye then!â you send him a little wave and turn around to collect your things and head to the changing rooms to leave, a little pep in your step.
Glancing into the contacts of your phone you notice that not only did San leave you with his number, but he added a note into the contact itself: âMeet me tomorrow in/after gym, same time as today? Maybe i can spot you, and maybe you can help me stretch? And maybe we can grab some food afterwards???â you almost die right then and there, head floating in the coulds as your cheeks hurt from how hard youâre smiling.
What you dont see though, is the way his friends rush over to him once youâve left, bombarding him with a million questions and clapping him on the back in congratulations. âWow! Sannie!!! The cute little Pilates chick? Fuckinâ score man!â Mingi claps his hands in approval, nodding hard as he watches your form leave the gym. âWho knew that San had this kinda game, damn good on you.â Wooyoung still has his hands on Sanâs shoulders, rubbing them up and down roughly.
San doesnt say anything, just standing there, soaking in the moment, chest warm and stomach fuzzy as he thinks back to your interaction. From one moment to the next however, his face falls. âFuck.â he curses, voice flat. Both Mingi and Wooyoung look at Sanâs face, and then one another. âWhat do you mean? You just bagged all that, and youâre worried about anything??â Wooyoung looks at him incredulously, expression almost comical. San shakes his head with a blank face his eyebrows ever so slightly furrowed. âWhere do i take her to eat? And how the hell do i become flexible by tomorrow?!â
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Looks Better On You
Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader
Summary: Iconic POV: when Y/N spots Draco and admires his rings
Word Count: 1.3k+
Warnings:Â Fluff, Teasing?
A/N: I know we've read this a thousand times but one more time won't hurt. PS. Picture from Pinterest!

Draco Malfoy sat languidly in his usual spot at the back of Potions, where he could watch and observe, always maintaining an air of superiority. His fingers absently tapped against the wooden desk, each of his rings glinting under the dim light of the dungeon classroom. Rings had always been a part of his look, subtle symbols of his status, wealth, and heritageâsilver bands that wrapped around his fingers like they belonged there, catching the eye of anyone who cared to notice.
And you noticed.
Dracoâs gaze drifted across the room, settling on you, Y/N. He often saw you at the front, close to Professor Snapeâs desk, a place where most people who were interested in learningâreally learningâtended to sit. Normally, he wouldnât have paid much attention. You were clever, but not attention-seeking like Granger, and certainly not as loud as Pansy. You were one of those students who preferred to fade into the background.
Except today. Today, he noticed something different about the way your eyes occasionally darted back to where he sat. Not toward his face, but his hand.
He smirked to himself, leaning back in his chair with that trademark Malfoy arrogance. So, you were admiring his rings. Draco couldn't deny the satisfaction that came with it. There was something thrilling about catching someone in an unguarded moment, about knowing that beneath your composed exterior, you were drawn to something about himâsomething material, yes, but still him.
As Snape droned on about the properties of Belladonna, Dracoâs gaze never left you. You must have sensed it at some point, your back straightening as if you were caught doing something you shouldnât. He watched as you shifted in your seat, trying to focus on the lecture, but your eyes still flicked, ever so briefly, to the silver glint of his rings when he moved his hand.
âMalfoy.â Blaiseâs voice cut through Dracoâs thoughts. âWhatâs so fascinating over there?â
âNothing,â Draco drawled, his smirk widening as his fingers curled into a loose fist. Blaise followed his gaze toward you, his eyebrows raising slightly.
âAh,â Blaise said, understanding dawning in his expression. âY/N, huh?â
âKeep your voice down,â Draco muttered, not that Blaise ever listened to anyone but himself. His friend merely chuckled, leaning back in his own chair, clearly amused by Dracoâs newfound interest.
Dracoâs eyes shifted back to you. This time, you caught him looking directly at you, and for a brief moment, your eyes locked. You blushed, immediately glancing away, but not before Draco caught the flicker of embarrassment mixed with curiosity in your expression.
Interesting.
The rest of the class passed in a haze. Draco wasnât paying attention to Snapeâs lecture or to Blaiseâs occasional remarks. His mind was focused on a single question: How should he play this?
By the time the class ended, Draco had already made up his mind. He gathered his things leisurely, waiting for the perfect moment as everyone began to file out of the classroom. You were one of the last to leave, carefully tucking your notebook into your bag, still trying to appear as though you hadnât noticed Dracoâs stare burning into your back.
But you had.
Draco stood, adjusting the cuff of his sleeve in a casual, almost lazy motion as he approached you. He made sure to walk with his usual swagger, the heels of his expensive shoes tapping lightly against the cold stone floor. You hadnât seen him coming, so when he stopped directly beside you, your eyes widened slightly in surprise.
âY/N,â he drawled, his voice carrying that familiar, aristocratic lilt.
You looked up at him, startled, but quickly composed yourself. âMalfoy,â you replied, your tone polite but guarded.
His eyes flickered toward your hand, and he noted how your fingers briefly twitched, as if you were resisting the urge to adjust something that didnât need adjusting. His smirk deepened. âI couldnât help but notice you admiring something of mine,â he said, voice soft yet sharp. âCare to tell me what caught your attention?â
Your blush deepened, and you opened your mouth to deny it, but nothing came out. Draco raised an eyebrow, enjoying the moment far too much. He slowly raised his right hand, the one you had been admiring in class, displaying the rings on his slender fingers.
âTheyâre just rings,â you said finally, averting your eyes.
âJust rings?â Draco echoed, feigning hurt. âYou seemed quite fascinated by them. I think you were paying more attention to these than to Snapeâs riveting lesson on Belladonna.â
You gave a small, almost imperceptible roll of your eyes. âDonât flatter yourself, Malfoy.â
âOh, I donât need to,â he said, stepping just a bit closer, invading your personal space in that way only he couldâdeliberate, confident, and with an edge of challenge. âBut if you like them so much, perhaps I should give you one.â
You blinked, clearly caught off guard. âWhat?â
Draco reached for the smallest of the rings, a sleek silver band etched with an intricate snake design, and slid it off his finger with ease. He held it out to you, dangling it between his thumb and forefinger like it was the most natural thing in the world to gift someone something so personal.
âTake it,â he offered smoothly, his tone low and teasing. âA little keepsake.â
You stared at the ring, as if unsure whether to accept it or laugh in disbelief. âWhy would you give me one of your rings?â
Dracoâs smile widened, sharp and knowing. âBecause I can.â
You hesitated for a moment longer, but then your hand reached out, fingers brushing his as you carefully took the ring from him. The brief contact was enough to send a shiver down Dracoâs spine, though he masked it well. He watched as you studied the ring in your palm, your expression caught somewhere between surprise and suspicion.
âDo you just hand out your things to anyone?â you asked, raising an eyebrow.
âOnly to those who deserve it,â he said, his voice dropping just a fraction, his eyes locked on yours. There was a weight to his words that hadnât been there before, a subtle shift from teasing to something elseâsomething more serious.
You met his gaze, the playful banter from before fading slightly as the two of you stood in a silence that felt charged with unspoken meaning. For a moment, the bustling noise of students in the corridor outside the classroom faded away, and it was just the two of you.
The ring rested in your hand, small and cold against your skin, but somehow it felt heavier than it should have. You werenât sure if it was the ring itself or the weight of the gesture behind itâDraco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy fortune, offering you something of his own.
Finally, you slid the ring onto your finger. It was a little loose, but it fit well enough.
Dracoâs eyes flicked to your hand, satisfaction curling through him as he saw his ring on your finger. âLooks good on you,â he murmured, the smirk returning to his lips.
You looked down at the ring, then back up at him, your expression unreadable. âDonât expect me to wear this forever,â you said, though there was no real bite in your words.
âI wouldnât dream of it,â he said smoothly. âBut who knows? You might get used to it.â
You rolled your eyes again, but there was a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips this time. âYouâre insufferable, Malfoy.â
âSo Iâve been told,â he replied, the smirk never leaving his face. He took a step back, giving you space once more, though his gaze lingered on you a moment longer. âSee you around, Y/N.â
With that, Draco turned and walked away, leaving you standing there with his ring still on your finger, his presence lingering like a shadow long after he was gone.
As he strolled down the corridor, Blaise caught up with him, raising an eyebrow as he noticed the absence of one of Dracoâs signature rings. âGave her one of your rings?â Blaise asked, sounding impressed. âThatâs a bold move, even for you.â
Draco shrugged, a smug smile playing on his lips. âI like to leave an impression.â
And he was certain he had.
My request are open!
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Found some time to finish these :^) Carol CĂłndor speculative gameplay (Wii & SNES)
Details here â´
1. Pathways leading after Carol's fake kick. There's a small window to land a star punch, you can land the hit and earn it or wait until he drops his leg. Landing a late hit or dodging will trigger a fast punch. Trying to counter or not doing anything will end in a hit by Carol. Dodging and countering right after opens a stun opportunity
2. [SNES] Once Carol's health bar reaches about 30% he will step back, remove his mouth guard and smile showing his teeth. He keeps this smile for the remainder of the match and will throw punches more frequently
3. LMAO a proposed time out animation for Carol. It's referencing the Chilean viral video Pisco a lo macho (there's gagging so maybe don't watch if that triggers you or something + esto es pa la audiencia chilena ok sĂŠ q es ridĂculo). Never got the pass for being gross and inappropriate for an E rated game. Doc Louis quote: "Let's go Mac, erase that cocky smile from CĂłndor's face!"
4. Carol CĂłndor Title defense entrance animation. The camera shows a man walking into the ring wearing all black accompanied by a metallic sound on each step he takes. Focus on the man's head reveals Carol's eyes with smudged eye makeup. He then removes the hat and the poncho showcasing the whole character. Floor angle shows him stomping the floor twice making the spurs jingle, camera goes up and focuses on Carol's upper body.
5. KO animation. mmm idk if I'd add a short punching sequence at the beginning but As Carol takes Little Mac's last punch the camera switches to slow motion showing his iconic smile fade away as he passes out. The camera seems to shake or "quake" as he falls to the floor landing on the ropes and his head bounces back and forth a couple times resembling headbanging slightly.
#Carol CĂłndor#punch out oc#punch out#original character#my art#digital art#too lazy to actually draw the sprites for SPO so I just used a pixel brush lol#nintendo te estoy haciendo la pega#too lazy to add highlights as well zzz#God had to nerf me and make me too lazy to learn blender otherwise I'd be turning these into reality#took screenshots from GT's match as he fades out to get the major circuit background lol
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*ŕŠâŠâ§âË racer!taehyun (nsfw 18+)



â a/n: this look will forever be iconic đ also i barely know anything about racing or cars, i'm so sorry if this is inaccurate
⧠racer!tyun x fem!reader, wc: 1.8k
⧠warnings: smutâ MDNI! tyun is lowk cocky, car sex, unprotected sex, grinding, fingering, pet names, creampie

your heartbeat speeds up when you see the row of cars, each one at a different pace than the other but all so fast that the sound of the friction between the fast tires and the concrete road makes you wince for a split second. they all look like colors passing you by as you wait on the sidelines, cheers and screams on either side of you, people nearly toppling over each other to get a closer look. you watch as each carl crosses the finish line, so close to one another youâre unable to identify which one placed first until you hear your boyfriendâs name being announced on the megaphone, and your friends are cheering by your side.
catching taehyunâs eyes as he exits out of the black and red-striped car with an obnoxious slam of the car door and a cocky smile on his face as if he thinks heâs the bestâcause he isâyou attempt to run up to his side, sliding by the planted post, but a guard stops you, his large figure blocking your view.
âexcuse me, miss. you canât go up there,â he says, a snarky smirk on his face as he puts his hands right above your breasts to push you back, clearly delighted by the touch of your cleavage. you try to push his hands off of you, your friends also clearly disgusted by the sight as they try to pull you away, but he doesnât budge, using the excuse that heâs just making sure the racers are safe from any âthreatsâ. lucky for you, taehyun ignores the calls of his name by the judges who are ready to present him his award and makes his way towards you instead. he comes up behind the guard and pushes him out of the way, his body being significantly smaller in height, but still dominated by muscle, a result of his time at the gym.
"she's with me, dipshit." he glares at him, and he gladly moves to where he was standing before with an apologetic look on his face. taehyun takes your hand in his and leads you up to the podium with him. you roll your eyes at the way your girlfriends giggle and 'ooh' as he gives you a quick peck on your cheek. you reciprocate, squeezing his hand tighter, a way of saying your congratulations; of course there will be more later, but for now, this will do. he steps up on the podium, you wait at the bottom insisting this is his moment, and you don't want to intrude. taehyun says to come up with him almost every time he winsâmany many timesâclaiming that the two of you are partners, and he can't do any of this without your support, but you know he should be given the chance to be his own entity in front of the world, and you're happy at the sidelines.
he grins when the award is placed in his hand, looking directly at you, and you show your look of endearment back until you see a cameraman waiting for him and gesture at him to look forward. he does, and many photos are taken with many people, many words of pride and cheers from his supporters, until he's finally free and leading the two of you away to his car. his own car is a beauty, a stunning blu abu dhabi ferrari 296 gtb, a gift to himself after winning a special race, and also, your favorite car of his because you love the way he gets relaxed and confident when he drives it.
the garage is dark, dimly lit by a few suspended light fixtures throughout, mostly emptied out due to the time, so taehyun takes this chance to press you against the door of his car. he places the trophy on the hood in a position where it won't fallânot that he cares if it does, he has many moreâ and tangles one hand in your hair while the other rests on your hip, his lips making their way to yours. he kisses you a few times until he travels down to your neck when you open your mouth to speak.
"tae, you did so well today," you breathe out, eyes fluttering shut when his thigh presses directly against your crotch.
"i always do well, baby." he speaks against your skin, breath warm and minty. "it's nothing new." you roll your eyes and sigh playfully, taehyun was always confident, and you admired it.
"i know, but i'm justâ" he flexes his thigh cutting you off, and you feel his grin against your neck when you struggle to find your words. "i'm so proud of youâshit, you worked s-so hard, and youâyou looked so, i can'tâ fuck, tyun."
the way he grinds his leg against you has you throwing your head back, eyes clenched shut because the muscle has somehow found the exact spot that has you whining and throbbing against him. your cotton panties barely covered by your miniskirt leaving you exposed to him, your arousal leaking on his leather pants. "aw, baby," he coos, but he sounds evil as he says it, "i know, and i appreciate you so much. my girl is always there for me, hm?"
the kisses on your neck halt as he looks up at the way you're already so fucked out, just from kissing and a few rocks of his thigh. taehyun grins at the sight, licking his lips and holding your face when you don't respond. "answer me." you nod eagerly, widening your doe eyes, wanting to show your full support. "wanna show me how proud you are?"
he moves away from you, a whine leaving your lips at the loss of his touch, but he opens the door to the front passenger seat and sits himself down, patting his thigh, his boba eyes looking up at you, waiting for you. you take a seat on his lap, somehow closer than before, and he closes the door, locking the door. you can barely see taehyun in the darkness of it all, but you can definitely feel him underneath you.
his lips return to yours, catching them in a quick breath, and his fingers trace up from your thighs to prod at your entrance. you gasp against his lips, and he groans at the wetness of the cloth at his fingertips before tugging it to the side and slipping two fingers inside you. you grab at his jacket and tug him closer, gripping it tightly while he thrusts his digits into you relentlessly. "tyun, pleaseâ can i ride you? wanna feel you."
"of course baby, lemme justâ fuck, need you to cum on my fingers first," he watches the way you grind against his hand in mesmerization, obsessed with the way your arousal drips in between your legs on his expensive leather. taehyun tugs at your low cut top, revealing your breasts, and he hangs his head low to nip at the supple skin. he pumps into you faster, finding it a necessity to have you cum, and you finally do not long after, a whine of his name falling from your lips.
you find yourself unbuttoning his pants quickly, in a rush to have him inside you, as he finds his way back to your mouth, sinking his teeth into your bottom lip. struggling to get his tight leather pants down his hips, wailing in desperation, he grabs your hands, putting them around his neck, and does it himself, pulling his cock out, hard as it slaps against his stomach. he throws his head back in relief, having been constrained in his underwear but snaps back up when he feels your folds rub at his tip, dripping down his shaft. he pulls your hips down, slowly taking him inch by inch as you wince at the stretch of his length filling up your walls. taehyun groans, a grip on your hips as you sink onto him. "fuck, my girl is so tight. so wet and warmâshiitt."
once he bottoms out inside you, his hips tightly pressed against your, he sighs loudly, bucking his hips up into you. you nearly topple over, having to grab his shoulders to balance yourself until you're able to move. you roll onto him, a slow grind contrasting with your hurried movements from earlier. the angle, the intimacy, the expensiveness of it all has you enjoying it all more, loud moans slipping out with every movement. his eyes zone in on where the two of you meet, loving the wet sounds that are produced. "babyâs so proud of me, she's leaking all over my seats,â he shakes his head, âhow dirty."
you frown, knowing he paid a lot for this car, and youâre spoiling it, tears well up in your eyes, and you mindlessly sniffle out apologies. âdonât worry, baby. i would buy a thousand cars just to fuck you in each one,â his words are spoken against your chest, and your back arches when his hips thrust into a certain spot, his teeth scraping your and adding to the stimulation. his jacket being clawed at by your fingers, needing something to maintain the rise and fall of your body on his length.
"soso full tyun, iâ fuck, s-so goodâyou're fucking me so good," you cry out, spurring him on. he lifts you up and lays your head on his dashboard, taking over and pounding into you with a new angle that has you losing your mind. his hand crawls up your back, and finds its way in your hair pulling it back to reveal your flushed neck, filled with his marks. he leans forward to make more, the zipper of his jacket brushing against your hardened nipples, making you squeal.
"you know i think about you when im racing? thinking about how good i get to fuck you when i'm done. how fast i'd give it to you, and it just makes me go faster." you whine at his words, getting close to your climax.
"i'm close, tyun. please fill me up."
"yeah? want me to make an even bigger mess? " he lets go of your hair, reaching down to circle your clit, pushing you over the edge as you tighten around him. "gonna smell you all over my car, baby." he twitches inside you, the feeling of you clenching unable to ignore, and releases, his fluids leaking out to join yours on the chair. taehyun pulls your limp body back up against him, pulling out with a wince and tucking himself back into his pants. "we should make this a ritual."
his words bring you back, and you look up at him with sleepy eyes and a tired smile. "what, you fuck me every time you win?" he nods, delight on his face, and he gathers tissues from the center compartment and cleans the two of you upâ starting with his seats. "no thanks, tyun. you almost always win, my legs will give out one day." he gives you a sweet kiss, a giggle attached to it.
"that's okay, i'll just drive you around everywhere myself."
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Tech Tuesday: Steve Rogers

Summary: It's only your first day on the job. That's way too soon to have an office crush. Right?
Warnings: None at this time. Please let me know if I missed any!
A/N: Reader is female. No physical descriptors used.
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Don't stare at his ass. Don't stare at his ass. Don't stare at his ass. Your internal mantra had changed from this morning as Steve from IT helped you set up your work laptop. It didn't help that he was currently plugging everything in underneath your desk, his ass just begging to be smacked. It's not like he'd see you ogling him, but your coworkers would.
Then again, some of them had definitely given appreciative looks so maybe they wouldn't judge if you let yourself stare a little?
Steve is suddenly out from under desk and on his feet, cancelling any further moral dilemmas about staring at him. Now you're wondering how such a large man can move as quick and graceful as an acrobat.
"That should be all the network, power and accessories plugged in," he tells you. "Would you please log into the laptop and we can double check?"
You nod as you sit in your chair. You type in your credentials and start testing things out.
Steve leans in close to you, looking over your shoulder, "would you be willing to right click on this icon here?"
His words barely register because you're caught up in feeling the heat emanating from him. You try to take a calming breath and do as he requested.
"Are you okay?"
"Umm...yes?" Your voice sounds shaky even to you.
"Oh, geez," he blushes as he backs away. "I'm so sorry about that. I'm...I'm not always the best judge of personal space." His hand rubs the back of his head and you're practically melting at how adorable he looks with reddened cheeks.
"It's okay," you're quick to reassure. "It just caught me off guard, is all." There's an awkward pause between the two of you before you turn back to your laptop, "so it was this icon, right?"
"Yes," Steve eagerly jumps on the change in topic. "I just need to check some connection settings, make sure you're connected and that the VPN isn't interfering."

Steve gets back to the cubicle he shares with Bucky and lets out a dreamy sigh as he sits. Bucky looks at him with a furrowed brow and he feels himself blushing again.
Before he can get back to work, Pine knocks lightly on the cubicle wall. "Steve, how did setup for the new employee go?"
"It was pretty standard," Steve nods. "I double checked that all of her systems were working and she was able to log in to the needed programs."
"Excellent," Pine nods. "I know it was very unexpected, so thank you for being willing to take on the task."
"Not a problem," he smiles.
Pine leaves and Steve turns back to his computer. He tries to get back to work but is stopped by Bucky.
"That explains all the blushing," Bucky teases, a small smile at the corner of his lips.
Steve feels the heat rushing to his face again. "I don't know what you're talking about," he grumbles.
"Sure you don't."
"It was nothing but doing my job."
"Whatever you gotta tell yourself."
A minute of silence passes before Bucky asks, "so when are you asking her out?"
Steve scoffs, "when you ask out the barista you keep visiting."
Bucky glares at him, "I just prefer their coffee to the swill they have in the break-room."
"Oh?" Steve raises his eyebrows comically high. "For someone who watches their budget, you're sure paying a lot of money to the latte tax."
"I watch my budget so that I can indulge in it," Bucky growls.
"So we're agreed," Steve says. "There's no romantic interest for either of us."

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Unexpected celebration-Kenan Yildiz
You could hardly believe you were here.
The Allianz Stadium was buzzing with energy, a sea of black and white jerseys surrounding you as you took your seat in the lower stands. The crowd was electric, the air thick with anticipation. This wasnât just any matchâJuventus was up against a strong rival, and you had managed to snag a seat close to the pitch.
But more than the game itself, you were here for one player: Kenan YÄąldÄąz. You had been following his journey for a while now. His rise in Juventus, his skill on the ball, his unique blend of technique and flairâit all fascinated you. He was young, but you knew he was destined for greatness. Watching him play through a screen was one thing, but being here, in the stadium, watching him in real life? It was surreal.
Your hands clutched the sign you had made, nothing too flashyâjust a simple âKENAN, YOUâRE A STAR!â written in bold black letters with a small Juventus logo drawn beside it. Would he even see it? Probably not. You were just another face in the crowd, another fan among thousands. But that didnât stop your excitement. The stadium lights gleamed against the freshly cut grass. The players walked onto the field, the Juventus anthem playing through the speakers. The crowd erupted in cheers, and you joined in, eyes immediately locking onto Kenan. He looked focused, his sharp features set in determination. His jersey clung to him, the iconic black-and-white stripes making him look even more like a part of Juventus history.
The match began.
Juventus played aggressively from the start, but the opposing team wasnât backing down. Every tackle, every pass, every near-goal had the crowd on edge. Kenan was playing brilliantlyâhis footwork was quick, calculated, and effortless. But the game was tense, neither side giving an inch.
And then, for just a secondâhe looked up. He scanned the stands, and for the briefest moment, his gaze landed on you. Your breath hitched. It was a millisecond, barely anything, but something flickered in his eyes. It was as if he had truly seen you, taken in your presence. Then, as if something clicked, his posture shifted. He squared his shoulders, exhaled, and charged forward with the ball.
You watched in awe as he dribbled past one, two defenders. He moved like he was dancing, his control flawless. The crowd roared as he approached the penalty box. A defender lunged, but Kenan was faster. He twisted his body just enough to create spaceâthen struck the ball with precision.
The shot was unstoppable. The goalkeeper barely moved before the ball curled into the top corner.
GOAL.
The stadium exploded. Fans jumped to their feet, screaming in celebration. You were in shock, your hands gripping your sign.
But thenâKenan turned.
Instead of celebrating with his teammates, he scanned the crowd again. And this time, it wasnât just a glance. His eyes found you.
And he pointed.
Directly. At. You.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. The moment stretched, lasting only seconds, but feeling like an eternity. People around you gasped. Some turned to you, whispering. Your heart pounded.
Did that just happen?
The rest of the match passed in a blur. Juventus won, the final whistle blowing over the deafening cheers of the crowd. You clapped, cheered, but your mind was stuck on that one moment.
Kenan had pointed at you.But it didnât mean anything⌠right? The players began leaving the field, but as Kenan jogged toward the tunnel, he hesitated. Then, without warning, he turned to a security guard and said something. The man nodded, then walked toward your section.
Your stomach dropped.
The guard stopped in front of you, looking serious but not unkind. âKenan asked if youâd like to meet him.â
Your mouth went dry.
The people around you stared, some whispering excitedly, others giving you jealous glances. You barely managed to nod. âFollow me,â the guard said. Your legs felt shaky as you walked past the rows of seats, past the security barriers, and into the restricted playersâ area. This wasnât real. This kind of thing didnât happen to people like you. But as you stepped through the tunnel, heart hammering, you saw him.
Kenan YÄąldÄąz.
Waiting for you.
And he was smiling.
Your footsteps echoed in the tunnel, your heart pounding harder with each step. The stadium noise was muffled behind you, but you could still hear the distant cheers of celebrating fans. The reality of what was happening hadnât fully sunk in yet.This wasnât just a quick interaction.
Kenan YÄąldÄąz had asked for you.And now, he was standing a few feet away, waiting.Up close, he was even more striking than on the field. His dark hair was still damp with sweat, his jersey slightly untucked, and his breathing a little uneven from the intensity of the match. But what truly caught you off guard was his expression. He looked curious. Intrigued, even. âYou actually came,â he said, a small smirk forming. You blinked, barely able to process his words. âI mean⌠yeah. How do you say no to something like this?â He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. âFair enough.â His eyes flickered to the sign still clutched in your hands. âThatâs yours?You glanced down at it, suddenly feeling embarrassed. âOhâuh, yeah. Itâs kind of stupid, I know.â Kenan leaned in slightly, eyes scanning the bold letters. "KENAN, YOUâRE A STAR!" His smirk softened into something more genuine. âItâs not stupid.â
You swallowed, gripping the sign a little tighter. âI wasnât expecting you to actually see it. Or, yâknow⌠point at me.â Kenan exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his head. âYeah, about that⌠I donât know why I did it.â He paused for a moment, eyes searching yours. âI just looked up andâyou stood out.â Your stomach flipped. Stood out? In a stadium full of thousands of people? Before you could respond, he continued, âI donât usually do this. I mean, I appreciate every fan, but I donâtâŚâ He trailed off, as if trying to find the right words. Then, with a small, almost boyish grin, he shrugged. âI guess I just wanted to meet you.âYour brain struggled to process what he was saying. Kenan YÄąldÄąz, a rising star in football, had picked you out of a crowd and brought you here just because⌠what? You caught his eye?
It didnât make sense.
âAre youââ You hesitated, unsure how to phrase it. âAre you sure Iâm not, like, some random mistake?âKenan laughed, the sound low and warm. âNah, youâre definitely random.â He tilted his head playfully. âBut not a mistake.â A nervous laugh escaped you. You couldnât believe how casual he was, how easygoing. On the field, he was fierce, untouchable. But here, he was just⌠Kenan. âAnyway,â he said, shifting his weight. âI know this is kind of sudden, but are you hungry?â You blinked. âHungry?â He nodded. âI was gonna grab something to eat after this, andâŚâ He hesitated, then smirked. âYou donât seem like the type whoâd freak out and post about it everywhere.â
Your heart jumped. Was he⌠inviting you out?
âI mean,â you said, trying to sound normal, âI donât have any plans, soâŚâ âCool.â Kenan gestured for you to follow him. âCome on.â You hesitated for a split second, then took a step forward. This was insane. And yet, you werenât about to say no.
The car ride was quiet at first, mostly because you were still processing everything. Kenan had arranged for a private driver, but instead of sitting in the backseat like some untouchable star, he was next to you, scrolling through his phone. He glanced over. âYou okay?â You let out a breathy laugh. âI think Iâm still in shock.â He grinned. âYeah? Is this, like, your dream moment or something?â You rolled your eyes. âDonât flatter yourself.â Kenan raised an eyebrow. âI did just score in front of you.â You scoffed. âOh, so youâre saying you scored because of me?â His smirk deepened. âHey, Iâm just sayingâyou were in the stands, and I scored. Coincidence?â You tried not to laugh. âYeah, totally. Guess Iâm your good luck charm now.â Kenan leaned back, crossing his arms. âGuess so.â The casual way he said it made your stomach do a weird little flip. Before you could dwell on it, the car pulled up to a quiet cafĂŠ tucked away from the crowded streets. It was cozy, warm lighting glowing from the windows. Kenan led the way inside, and surprisingly, no one seemed to react to him. âNot a big fan of flashy places?â you asked as you sat down. He shrugged. âI like normal stuff. Feels better than some overpriced steakhouse, yâknow?â You nodded, watching as he casually rested his arms on the table. He looked relaxed. Not like a football star, not like someone who had just played a high-stakes match. Just a guy. âSo,â he said, tilting his head, âwho are you?â You blinked. âWhat?âKenan smirked. âI mean, I know youâre a fan. But like⌠whatâs your deal? You from here?â You hesitated before answering, telling him a bit about yourselfâwhere you were from, what you did, how you got into football. He listened attentively, occasionally nodding, occasionally smirking at little details. When you mentioned how long you had been watching him play, he raised an eyebrow. âSo youâve been keeping up with me for a while, huh?â Your face heated up. âI meanâI follow Juventus. And youâre kind of hard to miss.â He chuckled. âIâll take that as a compliment.âThe conversation flowed effortlessly. He told you about growing up in Germany, about the struggles of moving to Italy, about how football was the only thing that ever truly felt right. âI donât really get nights like this,â he admitted after a while, leaning back in his seat. âItâs usually just training, playing, sleeping. Feels weird to just⌠sit and talk.â You tilted your head. âWeird in a bad way?â He shook his head. âNah. Itâs nice.â There was something about the way he said itâquiet, honestâthat made your heart skip. For a moment, neither of you spoke. The cafĂŠ was quiet, the hum of soft music in the background. It didnât feel awkward. It felt natural. Then Kenan leaned forward slightly. âI gotta ask.â You raised an eyebrow. âYeah?â âWas meeting me everything you expected?â You paused, thinking. Then, with a small smile, you said, âHonestly? No.â Kenanâs eyes narrowed. âDamn. That bad?â
You laughed. âNo! Itâs just⌠I donât know what I expected, but youâre moreâŚâ You searched for the word. âReal.â He studied you for a moment, then grinned. âGood. That means Iâm doing something right.â And just like that, the night stretched on, the conversation never slowing, the connection deepening. This wasnât just a once-in-a-lifetime moment.
This was something else entirely.
My first post on here, I apologize if this sucks đ
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valentines mini series >_⢠!
jason todd x male reader
wc: 1.3k
he knows how and when you like your coffee.
FEM ALIGNED DNI
life in gotham is hardly paradise, and that is something that people from all walks of life will tell you. itâs difficult to revel in the city life when the waters smell like curdled milk, but people make it work. (name) is blessed to live in a neighbourhood that only averaged about one murder every two weeksâ but that doesnât mean that he doesnât have four locks on his door and a semi-automatic under his mattress.
working in gotham somehow also entails having working hours that go so far into the night that dawn creeps up on you the second you step foot in your home. tonight felt like one of those nights as (name), the ever-weary soul, unlatched all four locks on his door, crouching by the door to ruffle the fur of his sleepy guard dog.
âhey rocky,â the man chuckles. rockyâ a well-fed boxer that had just been woken from his watchful slumberâ lifts his head and happily leans into the pets. âyou held down the fort for me, yeah?â rocky yips in reply.
(name) flicks the light switch on and moves further into his apartment, dropping his bag onto the couch and slumping down onto it, his face pressed into the scratched up cushions. distant yells and the sound of tires screeching against pavement become pleasant white noise, lulling him to sleep. then his phone buzzes in his back pocket. he sits up with a groan, remembering that heâs still in his work clothes. his phone buzzes again, and he pulls it out. The screen lights up to display two new messages and an email from his boss; with a grimace, (name) unbuttons the top few buttons of his shirt, opening the email.
inside is a pdf file that's twelve pages long, full of statistics and excerpts from catalogues and articles, and heâs apparently gotâ he glances at the small numbers displayed at the top corner of his screenâ about seven hours to write the summary and submit it. shit.
âitâs time to get my shit together, buddy,â he sighs, glancing over at rocky. he stands up to grab his laptop, and takes a moment to mentally prepare himself to hunker down and possibly pull an all-nighter.
itâs around one in the morning when (nameâs) ringtone resounds through his apartment, startling him. i swear, if itâs my boss again, iâm gonna fuck up his car, he thinks bitterly to himself, picking up his phone and checking the caller id. heâs relieved to see who it is, clicking the âanswerâ icon under the blank contact image.
âhey jason.â he hums, leaning back into the couch. he continues typing, holding his phone in the crevice between his neck and shoulder. âare you on patrol still?â
âno, i just finished, actually. could you open your window? itâs chilly out.â he rumbles in response, voice altered from his helmet.
(nameâs) head whips around at that, and sure enough, the hulking six foot figure known commonly to the public as red hood stood out on the fire escape, holding a cup tray with two drinks. he almost drops his laptop, scrambling over to unlock the window.
âi didnât know you were here! or that you were coming at allâ sorry,â (name) pants. jason swings a leg through the open window, then his whole body, shutting it with his free hand. he chuckles, gingerly passes the tray overâ which has two cups of coffee upon closer inspectionâ and takes his helmet off.
he raises an eyebrow. âi was just gonna stop by to check up on you, but i didnât think youâd still be up. you know itâs only wednesday, right? donât you have work in the morning?â (name) chuckles awkwardly at that, fidgeting with the edges of the coffee tray.
âfunny you say that...â he starts. jason groans. he shrugs off his jacket and boots and sets them where he always does, hanging his helmet up as well.
âyou know what? i donât know why iâm even surprised right now. alsoââ he pauses, finally processing the manâs appearance. âtake a shower. you look like you got mugged.â
(name) grumbles, setting the tray onto his coffee table. it takes jason threatening to break his laptop for him to agree, slipping away to the bathroom, a fresh towel in hand.
(name) doesnât remember exactly how this whole thing with jason started. the two have known each other for years now, since (name) was enrolled in university, and theyâve developed a routine of sorts. jason stops by and offers himself as both company and moral support. the amount of all-nighters heâs seen (name) pull leaves him unfazed by this point, so jason has taken to helping him out whenever he can. even after they started dating, (nameâs) habits remained the same, which leads them to now, where the vigilante showing up during the latest hours of the night and earliest hours of tomorrow morning is almost expected.
(name) exits the shower a short while later, steam weakly billowing out of the washroom. heâs in his pyjamas now, his towel wrapped over his shoulders, his hair still damp.
âsee? much better.â jason chuckles. hes draped across his boyfriendâs couch, rocky lying next to him. jason makes the couch look infinitely tinier. (name) shimmies over and sits down next to him. he opens his laptop back up, leaning back onto jasonâs arm.
jason leans his head down, pressing a soft kiss to his damp hair, and smiles; the fresh scent of mint tickling his nose. he reaches over to the table and picks up one of the coffee cups and hands it to (name).
âgot it just how you like it. extra sugar,â jason hums, eyes drifting down to the document the other was working on. (name) graciously takes the cup and sips, visibly relaxing.
âthank you, jay, honestly,â he sighs wearily, leaning back into jason. âyouâre literally my saviour. dunno what iâd do without you.â
âyouâd probably be dead by now?â jason snorts, and (name) laughs.
for the next two hours, (nameâs) eyes are glued to his laptop screen, typing so vigorously it seemed like he needed it to survive. despite how tense he felt, there was still a small part of him that was thankful for jasonâs presence. he hasn't fallen asleep yet, much to (name's) surprise, instead just resting back against the couch and cuddling with rocky, his arm still hanging loosely off of his boyfriend's shoulder. once he finally submits the email to his boss, he lets out a long groan, flopping back into the couch. he glances at the small date in the bottom corner of his laptop screen, and his eyes widen. it was the 14th.
did he really not realize? sure, the past month has had him swamped, and the days started blurring together, but no way he didn't realize it was so soon? guilt washes over him as he glances over at jason, who's more preoccupied with rocky drooling on his pants.
âjason,â (name) starts slowly. he scoots closer. âi didn't realize it was valentines day already, iâ i would have planned something nicer-â
â(name). you've been working your ass off for your job, i don't care. being able to spend time with you is all i want.â jason huffs, leaning back down to press a kiss onto (name's) cheek. he giggles at that, turning his head to give jason a quick peck on the lips.
âare you sure, though? cause we can go out tomorrow, if you wantââ jason cuts him off with another small kiss.
âiâm positive. it's fine. i love you.â
âi love you too.â
im not gonna lie, im not super proud of this one. my apologies jason nation
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The Wedding Chronicles - Mattheo Riddle (1)
A/N - These can be read as a standalone set or read after the events of âYule Be Mine - Part 3â. Just some cute drabbles about planning the wedding between you and Mattheo to feed my delusion đ
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Working out the details
The common room was dimly lit, the glow from the fireplace casting flickering shadows along the stone walls. The scent of smoke and firewhiskey filled the air as your group gathered, sinking into the plush green-and-silver couches, laughter and conversation flowing easily.
Enzo took a swig from the bottle and passed it to Theo, who was already grinning. âAlright, letâs talk about the real issue at hand,â he said, nudging Mattheo with his elbow. âWhenâs the wedding? Because I need to know how long I have to prepare the best best-man speech in history.â
Mattheo, who had been sitting close to you, his arm draped lazily around your shoulders, smirked. âYouâre assuming youâre the best man?â
Enzo scoffed. âMate, if you pick Draco over me, Iâll hex you.â
Draco rolled his eyes. âI donât even want to be best man. Too much work.â
Pansy leaned forward eagerly, her eyes gleaming. âForget the best man, I want to know the real details. Have you picked a date? A venue? And most importantly, have you decided on colors? Because if you make me wear anything hideous, I will hex you.â
You laughed, shaking your head. âWe havenât even gotten that far yet.â
Mattheo, who had been twirling your engagement ring between his fingers absentmindedly, glanced down at you with a smirk. âAll I care about is making you my wife. Everything else is just details.â
Your heart swelled at his words, and Pansy dramatically clutched her chest. âUgh, you two are disgusting.â
Blaise chuckled. âItâs true, though. Itâs weird seeing Mattheo like this. I swear, last year he was cursing anyone who even looked at him wrong, and now heâsââ
âA simp?â Theo supplied, grinning.
Mattheo groaned but didnât deny it. Instead, he tightened his hold around you, pulling you into him more. âYeah, yeah, laugh it up. I donât care. Iâve got everything I could ever want right here.â
Your friends all exchanged looks, half-amused, half-mocking, but beneath all the teasing, you knew they were genuinely happy for you both.
âAlright,â Pansy declared, âso letâs at least start with whether you want a big or small wedding?â
Mattheo exhaled in relief when you suggested a small, intimate wedding. "Thank Merlin," he muttered, taking a sip of firewhiskey. "The last thing I want is a bunch of people I barely know watching us say our vows."
Pansy, who had been ready to launch into a full-scale wedding planning session, groaned. "You two are no fun. A grand wedding would be iconic. Heâs the Dark Lordâs heir, youâre practically royalty."
You shook your head with a smile. "We donât need all that. After everything weâve been through, I just want something meaningful, with the people we actually care about. Iâm not sure Mattheo wants to boast about his heritage these days either.â
Mattheo pressed a kiss to your temple, murmuring, "Exactly."
Draco, who had been quiet, nodded in agreement. "Honestly, after the war, I donât think any of us need some massive, public event. Something private makes sense."
Theo leaned back against the couch, twirling his wand between his fingers. "Alright, so where are you thinking? Because if you say Hogwarts, I swearâ"
You laughed. "No, not Hogwarts." You glanced at Mattheo before saying, "What about Riddle Manor?"
Mattheo blinked, caught off guard. âRiddle Manor?â
You nodded. "It's yours now. Itâs part of your legacy, but you get to make it what you want it to be. Why not start by making it a place of love instead of war?"
A slow smirk curled at his lips. "Youâre brilliant, you know that?"
"I do," you teased.
Enzo grinned. "I like it. Turning the Dark Lordâs fortress into a wedding venue? Thatâs the ultimate power move."
Pansy huffed. "Fine. Iâll allow it. As long as you let me help decorate."
Mattheo chuckled. "You can do whatever you want, as long as I get to marry her at the end of it."
Your friends rolled their eyes at his lovesick tone, but the warmth in the room was undeniable. After everythingâafter war, pain, and uncertaintyâyou were finally talking about a future filled with love and hope.
And it was perfect.
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