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cheriladycl01 · 10 months ago

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No because that hurt me! Lando Norris x Girlfriend! Reader Part 2

Plot: Lando goes one step too far ...

As you'd promised you'd gone straight back to London, you thrown yourself into your work. You spent the days on the construction sight for the new house you were flipping, overseeing the progress. You spent the evenings in the studio working on more plans for the interior of the house.

But you did miss him, of course you missed him.

He was your person ...

Your guy...

The love of your life.

In the time that you'd come home however, videos had surfaced, many videos had surfaced...

The first was of you and Lando in the club, someone from a table across from the one your friends had been sat in showed how Lando had acted towards you and how his friends had tried to back you up. The next was of you running up to Alex, begging for a lift.

Afterwards, videos were leaked of the rest of Lando's night where he celebrated his win, by dancing with his friends and random girls that were being pulled into the big group. Nothing scandalous but enough to upset the fans who really liked you.

Later on, after the first few videos came out a video came out of Max Fewtrell and him arguing before him and Pietra left. Max actually pushed him a little and lots of hand gestures were flying round, but Lando looked just as angry as Max did.

Normally when you were in London, people knew they'd get content on your Instagram stories of you doing what you do best. People had suggested you to start a YouTube because your live's and reels were so funny that they'd definitely spend the time watching.

But you'd been dark since the argument with Lando and people were getting worried including Lando. So when you posted a titkok with your team, in the trend that AstonMartin did where the camera is up high above and you all do funny things, the media went crazy.

You then posted a video on instagram talking about the new house and the progress that was coming on.

"Hey guys! Y/N here! Just wanted to show you how the latest project is coming on. We've torn down the living room and put all new flooring in, which actually has built in underfloor heating which i think here in the UK is a real money move. We're going to hook it all up to a central network from the hallway as you walk in, which we finally finished the painting for that last week" you pan showing the round the areas you'd been talking about.

You showed you and one of the girls tearing down the kitchen.

Captioned 'Best Part of the Job, Free Rage Room', which is how you'd always referred to the demolition phase of house flipping. People on twitter of course took it out of context and rumors started flying that you and Lando had in fact called it splits, even one of those WAG update pages 'confirming' the breakup from close sources.

You'd found it laughable really, but you knew it would be hurting Lando, and no matter how much he hurt you ... you weren't a bitter person. You didn't want him hurting as well.

You were sat in your studio at your desk, sketching for the garden. The pen was currently in your mouth, sat back debating whether you should reach out to Lando or wait for him to come to you.

It had been three weeks at this point with no communication. You'd spoken to Lando's family, who had talked with you about everything that had happened. Cisca and Adam had apologized for their sons behavior.

As you were about to pick up your phone, caving in to messaging Lando first when you swore you wouldn't on knock on your wooden studio door sounds.

You frown, wondering who on earth would be coming to you at this time of the night. You weren't even open, office hours were long over. It was about 11pm, so your clients knew you weren't taking calls even though you were still here and working with a light on.

You open the door, bolt and latch on for added protection.

"Lando?" you ask seeing the curly haired boy, hoodie up and his eyes looking more tired than you'd ever seen them.

"You want to open up and let me in baby?" he asks softly, a slight crack to his voice.

"I was just about to call you" you admit, unlatching the door so it swings open fully. He stops just under the arch of the door observing you. It was like he was having a small inward debate with himself.

"Gonna cave coz you miss me?" he jokes, testing the waters. He didn't know how you were now that you'd have some time apart. He was hopeful that he could talk to you again and fix what had happened.

"Honestly yeah. I hate you and how much of a hold you have on me" you admit, leaning back into your chair directing him to the sofa.

"I came here, to say I'm sorry and that I was horrible to you. And I know it's not excuse but I want to explain what happened. In full... I think you deserve more than an explanation... but I think you need one for if we are ever going to go back to what we were" he sighs. He leans forward and takes your hand into his.

He explains how, after the race people told him you'd said you were leaving the race track. So he went to the hotel to find you, only for you not to be there, Max came round and said you were probably getting ready with the girls as P had told him you were all gonna meet them there.

"I didn't think this was too out of the ordinary for you, your especially close with P and Lily, and it wouldn't shock me if Kelly and Kika would drag you all into a girl pre-club party in their hotel room..." he laughs knowing that normally you and P would do each other's makeup when Max and her came to race weekends. Or you and Lily would switch outfit's loving to venture into each other's styles.

When he got to the club and no-one had seen you, and Pierre and Charles had come up to him with celebratory shots, he hadn't declined.

"The shots were the start of what slowly just went downhill, I don't think i ever want to drink that much again, I was so happy at the start" he laughs flushing red and the thought of him knocking back shots, which was rare considering he didn't like to drink. He wouldn't be doing it anytime soon that was for sure.

"You deserved to celebrate though baby, don't make it seem like you shouldn't have had a fun night" you admit, both of you were being open and mature adults right now. You were so glad you'd both spent some time apart to think before you fought more, now you were both talking and listening to each other and you couldn't help but think it was beautiful and intimate.

After the three hour mark he was fed up that you hadn't bothered to show up at such an important night for him. Talking to Charles and Pierre who were also drunk, weren't the best influences on suggesting places you could be. All of them being ones his drunk mind could picture vividly, his sober mind would have known his girl would never dream of doing that to him.

"Charles said some things and I know sober me would have known you wouldn't do that, but i was already angry thinking you'd just ditched me. I shouldn't have drunk as much and I know its no excuse... but" he starts and you nod.

"The main thing is you know how you would have acted. Yes you upset me, yes your hurt me because you said some horrible things to me..."

"Yeah, I've heard the video and It wasn't my intention to embarrass you the way I did, especially in front of our friends. I'm so so sorry!" he admits.

The other group, had tried to convince him that maybe you'd just got held up and thats where Oscar, Lily, Max and P had all messaged you.

"Baby, I'm so so sorry that i wasn't there for you after what happened!" he says tears in his eyes. This would forever be one of his biggest regrets in life, not being there for you when you needed him.

"How did you find out?" you gulp, not really wanting to think about what could have happened that night if it wasn't for the Mclaren Mechanics.

"Well, after having a scolding from Oscar, and Max, and Alex, and Zac... the mechanics also threatened to botch my pit stops. So i listened to what they did for you"

"Mmmm it was scary. All i wanted was you" you nod, rubbing a thumb across his hand.

"I'm so so sorry, I promised you that i'd protect you always. And I've failed!" he says with a little snivel and tears brimming his eyes.

"You've not failed, you just made a mistake, there's been some miscommunication and Charles and Pierre didn't help with their boyish meddling but ... we'll get there" you smile before pulling closer to him and nuzzling into his neck breathing in his sent.

"Do you think you'll ever forgive me?" he asks softly pulling you back so he can fully look at you.

"I already have, darling" you smile.

"What did i ever do to deserve you, I don't think i do" he smiles.

"Hmmmm, well I think the historians will argue one day its me who didn't deserve you" you sigh, brushing some of his hair back.

"I doubt that" he scoffs, knowing that when you first started dating, even with your lack of status people still thought you were too kind, too sweet and too innocent for someone as jokey and brash as Lando was seen to be.

"I've never had anyone treat me the way you do, I'm so so in love with you. And I don't ever want the feelings I have when i think of you and see you to stop. I feel like i can do anything when i have you by my side. Why do you think the first person i seeked out was you?" you offer, softly leaning in and placing a kiss on the corner of his lips.

You guys, talked more that night. About how you actually had fun helping the Mclaren boys pack up, regardless if you thought Lando had forgotten about you.

A week later and the media had picked up on the sighting the paps had got of both of you. Some fans had seen you both at a restaurant and make posts on it.

The comments bashed you either way, being between saying how silly you were for taking him back or the others saying they were upset you were back. It got to the point where you had to release a statement saying that you and Lando, are grown adults who can talk through the miscommunication and issues you'd experienced and were better for it now.

"I love you so much, and I'm never ever ever acting up like that again" he says as you help him do up his fire suit for the race you were currently at with him.

"I love you too, now go out and get another win for me baby so we can celebrate properly this time" you smile, kissing him before Jon comes forward asking for Lando's presence in the front of the garage.

A/N: I hope you guys think this did the first part justice as so many people requested a Part 2, so I'm really scared that this hasn't done it justice! If you want a rewrite with something better... something longer where its more of a series. Or where it goes the opposite way and it takes her longer to forgive him let me know. I just thought that Y/N and Lando in this one specifically would be the type to maturely talk about things!

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huellitaa · 8 months ago

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౨ৎ ⋆｡• vogue beauty secrets 🐰 ๋࣭ ⭑

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ hair

don't wash your hair every day! i think everybody knows this but i know a couple people who still dont wash their hair only 2-3 times a week. obviously it depends on ur hair type but only wash your hair when it needs it!

don't wash your hair with scalding hot water either. its not only bad for your body and face but its also bad for your hair as it ruins the natural oils and damages cells etc

if you have frizzy or easily knotted hair i recommend keeping a comb on hand in the shower and using it to detangle before putting in any products

i've been emulsifying my shampoo for only a couple of weeks but my hair is sooo much fluffier afterwards so i definitely recommend that!!

now i'm torn on this one but apparently shampooing twice is better for your hair than doing it once? i tried it one time and it did not end well for my hair type but i know it works for a lot of people so if you wanna give it a try then go for it ♡

i squeeze excess water out of my hair before i put in my conditioner so i can completely get it in there without

also change your pillow case often! this is for your face too, as the oils will build up and thats not good for ur hair or face. i change it once a week but 2x a week is good too if you're able 💓

don't go to bed with wet hair. stop doing that. its super bad for your hair and keeping it pretty & fluffy & cute

airdrying is my holy grail, been doing it since i was little and dont regret a thing. its a billion times better than blow drying & makes ur hair so fluffy too ♡

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ body

DO NOT. HAVE. THE WATER. BOILING HOT. i am guilty of this and have been for years but it has such a bad impact and you shouldnt do it! cold showers are better but i prefer warm showers so theres a middle ground (& its always cold in england, so id freeze to death.)

using body lotion after the shower has been such a game changer for me its incredible. makes you smell nice, feel nice, look nice, and its so relaxing and i feel like a princess after i do it <3

exfoliating is really important if your aim is for soft skin 💓 i have been doing it for months and as somebody with super rough skin its SO soft now

partake in some form of exercise. i hated hated hated sports and exercise when i was younger but i did do dance up until i was eleven and have been doing pilates consistently for months now, and my mindset towards it has changed drastically over the years to finally a healthy one. it can be a difficult thing to get into but make it something you enjoy. it doesn't have to be sports. ill make a post on this soon but it can be pilates, kpop dances, running, hot girl walks, anything! and most importantly, do it for mental health and physical health, not losing weight.

make sure you're eating properly. remember that 1400 to 2400 calories of nutritious substance is the MINIMUM. this of course depends on many variables including, weight, height, BMR, what it is your eating, et cetera. your body is so important & is there to be nourished and not neglected !!! ♡ (💭🎀edit: updated info on calories and nutrition from a lovely anon i received a message from this morning! ♡)

change your bedsheets every week if you wanna smell good, this is so important bc sweat and odour will build up if u dont and thats icky and wont make u smell good & probably isnt the best for your skin either!

i also put two similar body washes on in the shower that i get SO many compliments on & its really helpful if one of your priorities is smelling good

dont just wash body wash straight off, let it sit for a few moments so the scent can actually sink into ur skin

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ face

skincare every morning & every night. if ur tired or just not feeling it today then simplify it, just make sure you never leave it out because its super important! no. skipping. no work = no reward.

on this note, try not to have a too complicated skincare routine, as this can backfire and make ur skin worse than before. your skin isnt meant for 18 different products and 200 chemicals every morning!

never wash your face with hot water... this is also a given but just in case... it strips your skin of its natural oils and does more harm than good

stop touching ur face... just for those who need a little reminder

make sure ur sleeping enough. seriously disney princess movies meant it when they talked ab beauty sleep; it seriously makes a difference, so please try make this a priority, especially if you already have dark circles like myself! (like girl did you see aurora's face? my girl's skin was so clear i could see my reflection)

pay attention to what makes ur face puffy or irritated or makes you get break outs. i keep a little break out log in my skincare page in my journal (little teaser for an upcoming post 🤭) and this has helped me go over what helps or hurts my skin! i recommend this especially if ur prone to acne or breakouts 💖

cold spoons in the morning to depuff your eyes; ive only been doing this a handful of times but im making it a habit seeing as it really helps! (as someone who can get vv puffy eyes 😭)

hydration is so important, for everything in this list, but most of all (from my experience) your face! i drink A Lot of water every day. probably a bit too much. but its so worth it, my skin has been absolutely amazing ever since i started actually making hydration a priority. (and this is coming from a girl who didnt touch a drop of water when she was younger & had to go hospital for dehydration several times.)

i'd recommend scrubbing ur lips too in the morning when you brush your teeth, i saw this on pinterest aaages ago bc i had super dry lips and i do it every morning & every night RELIGIOUSLY. its so so good and i definitely recommend

i have super dry lips in the morning so lip balm in the mornings w my skincare is absolutely essential for me

i also put perfume behind my ears & on my neck so its the first thing people smell when they hug me! im a very touchy person and i love hugs and i love showing love to people so this is essential for me but its optional, just makes you smell good ♡

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wileys-russo · 7 months ago

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Mary Earps, "will you marry me"..."we're already married", nightclub/party/some sort of night out

marry me II m.earps

you weren't able to go to the game because of work but you'd heard how well mary played, score checking as often as you could when your boss wasn't looking though you knew he really wouldn't mind all that much being a united supporter himself.

finally on your afternoon break you'd had a chance to call her, getting the full recap on everything including what sounded like a rocket of a goal from both maya and ella, united going up 4-0 in one of their best games of the season.

it killed you to have to cut your wife off mid story but with only a couple minutes left mary was more than understanding as you promised to meet her with the team once you finished, not thinking you'd make it in time for dinner but they had plans to go out afterwards to a karaoke bar.

"-and i promise not to sing a single abba song until you arrive beautiful!" mary promised and you could hear the grin in her voice as you softened, the two of you having met when a rather tipsy mary had mistaken you for a friend and tried to sweep you off your feet to have a dance to voulez vouz years ago.

now it was your unspoken song, always making sure to get it requested whenever you went out with friends, the two of you in your own little bubble as you'd giggle and swing one another around like the lovesick idiots you really were.

telling her you loved her and again how proud you were of yet another clean sheet under her belt you ended the call and hurried back to your desk where a large number of emails awaited you.

you were somewhat grateful for how busy your afternoon was given that it made the rest of your shift fly past, your timer going to clock out jolting you from your chair almost as you saved the doc you were working on and shut down your monitor.

collecting your things you said your goodbyes to your coworkers and headed out, wishing you'd bought a second jacket as you speed walked from the office to the tube, settling a little once you were inside and headed home.

it was the same story as you power walked from the station to the bus, and then from the bus stop to your flat you shared with your girlfriend. your new years resolution this year had been to use public transport to get to work at least twice a week.

given the business you worked for operated seven days a week and you only worked five including like today the occasional weekend it was going quite well so far, even if also like today it was that little bit harder with the weather.

by the time you let yourself inside it was nearing half past seven, and still needing a shower and some food you sent your wife a message indicating as much with a promise to keep her updated on your eta.

you melted at her reply text, following her instructions and going to the fridge where indeed she'd already cooked you dinner earlier this morning, the food just needing to be heated up.

not wanting to chance spilling food on anything you ate before you showered, putting on the highlights of the match and watching on proudly with a smile, cheering as though you didn't already know the outcome.

finishing up you rinsed and stacked your bowl and the tupperware in the dishwasher which was nearly full, tossing a tablet in and clicking it on as you thanked your wife for the meal and ducked into the shower.

by the time you showered and changed, finally looking presentable, it was nearing nine and mary had already informed around twenty minutes ago they were headed to the bar from the restaurant and she'd see you there.

ordering an uber you slipped on your shoes and grabbed a jacket, greeting the driver but otherwise remaining quiet, grateful that he picked up on that and just turned the radio on as you messaged mary you'd arrived.

thanking the uber you stepped out and joined the small line to enter the bar, grateful for the jacket around your shoulders as a sharp breeze whipped through the night air.

you frowned a little when mary hadn't texted back, but assuming she just hadn't heard her phone you'd barely stepped foot into the bar before a couple of bodies tumbled into you.

"ya made it!" you laughed as millie lifted you into the air in a tight hug and ella hugged your other side, the two having spotted you enter from the bar as they hustled you back over with them to grab a drink.

you greeted a few more of the girls and their partners as you waited, looking around for your wife but unable to spot her. "you might want to prepare yourself babe." maya warned patting your shoulder and handing you your drink as you gave her a curious look.

"dumb and dumber here have been feeding mary shots so she's...a little bit tipsy." maya smiled apologetically as you chuckled, knowing from her tone that was clearly an understatement as you followed her back to the booths where most of the team was hanging around.

"hello beautiful!" you heard her before you saw her, the taller girl crashing into you as maya hurried to grab your drink from your hand or else you'd have wound up wearing it as your wife practically tackled you down onto the lounge.

"mary! watch out ya idiot." katie laughed with a shake of her head. "hi baby, having fun?" you smiled, taking your drink back off maya and settling it down on the table as mary sat up and nodded, arm draped securely over your shoulders.

"so much fun!" she giggled and you grinned at the bright red flush across her cheeks you knew only appeared when she'd had far too much to drink. "mm i can see that, whats this i hear about shots?" you teased sipping at your own drink.

"mary!" you groaned as you barely had a mouthful before the goalkeeper had taken it from your hand and downed it, her only response being to grab your face and smash her lips to yours causing your neck to warm and wolf whistles to ring out around you.

"okay okay! down girl." you laughed pushing at her chest as she again chased your lips with a grin. "no i missed ya, c'mere." she tugged at your dress as you shook your head. "you owe me a drink earps." you warned booping her nose with a grin.

"mary watch out!" you laughed again as she practically leapt over you and made a beeline for the bar, dragging millie along with her. "no more shots for her turner i mean it!" you yelled after them as millie only winked and you sighed.

turns out, there was more shots.

a couple of hours had passed since you'd arrived and having sung three times now both with your wife or friends you were ready to call it a night, mary barely able to hold her head up.

"i'm gonna get us an uber. can you help me get her up?" you chuckled to leah and millie, millie who had sobered up scarily fast considering you'd watched her do shot after shot with your wife who was near passed out on your shoulder.

"maz, baby. come on up we get, we're gonna head home!" you shook her lightly as her eyes fluttered open and she mumbled something incomprehensible and slumped back down. nodding to millie and leah once the uber was booked the girls helped mary up who thankfully could mostly walk herself once she was.

"for earps? thank you." you checked with the uber, leah shoving mary in the back as you sat down beside her and buckled her in, thanking both girls and waving them off as they made their way back inside.

"are we on the tube?" mary lifted her head squinting her eyes with a slur making you chuckle. "no you muppet, we're in an uber." you rubbed her knee as she hummed and collapsed into you with a grunt.

thankfully the bar wasn't too far from your flat as the uber pulled up outside and you gently pushed mary to sit up, exiting the car and quickly making your way to her door.

opening it you grunted as the girl near fell out, the sudden drop at least waking her up enough to allow you to pull her out of the car, closing the door and stumbling your way up the driveway.

"come on babe, work with me here!" you groaned as she leaned her much taller body into you with a moan and a mumble of something that wasn't english, your fingers freezing and struggling with the key in the door as you finally popped it open.

"down we go!" you dropped your wife onto the sofa as she giggled and blinked a few times, sighing as you hurried to the bedroom to change.

grabbing clothes for mary you joined her again in the living room rolling your eyes as she was now properly passed out, mouth hanging open and all.

"maz, maz baby." you crouched down beside her and poked at her as she groaned and swatted you away. "come on, we need to get you changed you idiot!" you laughed, shaking her a bit harder now as she awoke and you helped her groggily sit up.

"oh hello darling." mary slurred, grabbing your hands and tugging you down to sit on her lap. "when did you get here? i missed ya." she mumbled making you laugh and shake your head, well prepared to tease her relentlessly for this tomorrow.

you helped her get dressed, ignoring the comments about buying her dinner first and her little teenage giggles as with absolutely no assistance from your wife you managed to get her changed.

"you're so so beautiful." mary smiled lazily pulling you down onto her lap again making you sigh but crack a smile. "will you marry me? i think you should marry me." the goalkeeper grinned with hooded eyes making you laugh.

"we're already married my love." you grabbed her hand and held up your own, the taller girl squinting at the rings which sat on them. "oh lovely! tick that off the list then." she ticked mid air as you rolled your eyes.

"come on you big dope, time to go to bed with your wife."

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maybank5 · 1 month ago

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𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐉

↳ jj maybank x you // imagine

jj maybank doesn't do anything half-assed. including anything pertaining to wooing his girl and making her swoon. in fact, he makes it his new life's mission to ensure that whenever you're around him, he gives you butterflies. at the same time, all he wants is to make you feel safe, secure, protected. no one will lay a hand on you, no one would dare.

jj is a secret romantic. it's a side of him he keeps completely tucked away, a side of him only that special someone is allowed to see. he's the type to bring you wildflowers he's picked (or flowers he's yanked from the country club gardens where he works, but no one needs to know that); the type to know exactly what your favorite order is at your favorite restaurant, and order it for you; the type to hold your hand when no one is looking, to run his thumb over your knuckles; to place his hand on your thigh as he drives fast down dirt roads.

jj's hands are always calloused. when he's not working out on his boat, he's fixing up his bike or some old car. he's always got dirt under his nails or grease on his hands. but he always makes sure his hands are clean before slipping yours in his, before letting himself even touch you.

he is spontaneous as hell. a date with jj can be anything from taking the boat out on the water just the two of you to watch the sunset, to drink cheap beer and dance to the music crooning from his cracked phone speaker under the moonlight; to staying in, watching horror movies under blankets while he holds you in his arms, making sure you feel completely safe, even if he does like to tease you whenever you get jump-scared by a particular scene. and he's always at the ready to soothe you with kisses and cuddles afterwards, of course.

sometimes a date night means getting gussied up and going out to a fancy restaurant, a kind with the white cloths on the tables and votive candles floating in glass. you know jj is a little uncomfortable in those sorts of situations, but he loves seeing you dressed up for him, getting to take you out and show you off; and he secretly loves the quietness of these dates, away from the loudness of the usual bars or beach shacks. he enjoys the way your full attention is on him, and his on you.

he loves doing little things for you. surprising you with the flowers he's picked, bringing you take-out after a hard day of work when all you want to do is put your feet up on the couch for the night, checking your tires, doing the oil changes for your car. he always makes you feel safe and looked after.

jj is handsy as heck with you. it's like he can't believe you're his and he keeps wanting to touch and make sure you're real. he's not big on PDA, but when you're alone just the two of you, he loves to hold your hand, to slip his hand in the back pocket of your faded blue jeans, wrap his arms around you from behind. he's always hooking his chin over your shoulder while you're standing at the kitchen counter. he's also playful as hell. he's so very gentle with you, sometimes you think he treats you like you're breakable, this valuable, precious thing. but then there's times when he gets in his playful moods, wanting to play-wrestle and tickle. he loves tossing you over his shoulder and tossing you back onto the bed before devouring you and completely taking you apart piece by piece.

he's intense in everything he does. especially in loving you. you've never felt a love like this, never knew something or someone could make you feel so treasured, valued, and protected. you are precious to him, and what jj maybank considers precious, he guards with his life. you count yourself blessed beyond measure that that includes you.

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echobx · 2 months ago

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stripper!JJ headcanons

warnings: mostly fluff, mentions of sex (including oral sex)

author's note: I had this idea but no brain to write a full fic, so I thought "why not headcanons?" and here we are

kinktober masterlist

✘ stripper!JJ who stumbles into the job through a dare and realizes that he can make a lot of easy money with it.

✘ stripper!JJ who loves how lose his schedule is, giving him the opportunity to enjoy his life while working at night.

✘ stripper!JJ who starts in a small strip club that is really only visited by Kooks.

✘ stripper!JJ who learns the basics from his fellow dancers and is quickly promoted from lunch time to prime time after he puts in the work to learn better moves from the web.

✘ stripper!JJ who has his regulars and likes to show them how grateful he is that they keep coming by, although he really doesn't care about anything that isn't him lightening their pockets.

✘ stripper!JJ who is trying to save up but can't help himself and wants to lavish in life a bit, so he buys a sports bike, which makes the ladies even crazier for him when they see him come to work one night.

✘ stripper!JJ who decides to invest in a leather outfit instead of his normal Velcro suits.

✘ stripper!JJ who at first doesn't realize that the leather outfit he bought comes with champs, so he has to improvise and just go out with them on over his black boxer briefs.

✘ stripper!JJ who makes triple the tips because he was basically only wearing underwear.

✘ stripper!JJ who doesn't really do private dances in the back, because he knows how handsy some of the ladies get, and he would rather not get thrown out of the club.

✘ stripper!JJ who is the guy you book for a bachelorette party, showing up in any style you like. Cowboy? Firefighter? Police Officer? Teacher? Priest? You name it, he does it.

✘ stripper!JJ who shows up dressed up looking like a judge at the party you are at. and he feels a bit ridiculous in the robe, but he doesn't have the time or money to question it, considering how much these Kook ladies pay for him to be there.

✘ stripper!JJ who doesn't notice anyone but the mothers when he sets up his music and props for the show.

✘ stripper!JJ who is polite and sweet towards his customers, even though he thinks it's weird to order a stripper to your daughter's bachelorette party and then show up with all your friends, meaning he will basically dance for two generations.

✘ stripper!JJ who notices you leave the room when he starts dancing for the bride to be. but he doesn't think too much about it that night.

✘ stripper!JJ who sees you again in the kitchen when he goes to grab some water after he's done. and when he says hi, you blush, but you feel too overwhelmed to talk to him, after all, he just stripped to his bones in the living room of your friend.

✘ stripper!JJ who doesn't think about you again after the party, until you are there again months later at the next bachelorette party.

✘ stripper!JJ who thinks it's crazy how it's basically the same party as four months earlier, with the same people, but a different one playing the bride.

✘ stripper!JJ who pretends to be a pirate this time round, and you still don't want to watch.

✘ stripper!JJ who decides to ask you why you don't like to watch him afterward, but forgets to as he watches you talk to one of the older women, laughing wholeheartedly and imprinting the image in his brain.

✘ stripper!JJ who starts to look forward to the bachelorette parties, especially these, with all the same people, with you.

✘ stripper!JJ who feels like a part of the group at this point, after having been the designated stripper for every party the group of 8 young wives and future to be’s throw, and you are always there.

✘ stripper!JJ who chats up one of the mothers to figure out as much as he can about you without being too obvious.

✘ stripper!JJ who actually talks to you after the shows, shows you still don't like to observe. and when he asks, you blush, feeling embarrassed by it.

✘ stripper!JJ who doesn't think it's weird to not see the appeal in watching someone, who you don't know and can't touch and have, undress themselves in front of an audience.

✘ stripper!JJ who can't really answer your question about why he took this job, because he truly doesn't have a good enough answer. and the reality, that it's good, easy money, is too shallow for you in his eyes.

✘ stripper!JJ who keeps getting closer to you with every party, no longer just bachelorette parties, but also baby showers and birthdays.

✘ stripper!JJ who dreads the idea that he will be called to dance for your bachelorette party one day.

✘ stripper!JJ who really wants to ask you out, but he's just a stripper, and you will one day lead a million dollars company.

✘ stripper!JJ who feels like he's truly not enough for you. that you won't even consider him.

✘ stripper!JJ who says yes when you are the one to find the courage to ask him. and when he later tells you why he couldn't, you comfort him and tell him that you don't care about any of that.

✘ stripper!JJ who makes you his official girlfriend after just the third official date because you've basically known each other for three years at this point.

✘ stripper!JJ who would stop stripping if you told him to, but you support him fully. and it gets easier to watch him, because you know he loves only you.

✘ stripper!JJ who takes you out on dates at least once a week and sends you flowers to your office randomly.

✘ stripper!JJ who has his locker at work plastered in pictures of you or the both of you.

✘ stripper!JJ who worships the ground you walk on.

✘ stripper!JJ who comes home after a long night and eats you out until he feels satisfied. he says it's the only way he can find any sleep.

✘ stripper!JJ who moves with you into a small fishing shack close to the beach, so he can go surfing in the morning.

✘ stripper!JJ who thinks it's good luck to fuck you on every possible surface in the small house. which is also why you need to buy a new dresser.

✘ stripper!JJ who takes a part of his secret savings and buys you the prettiest ring you've ever seen and asks you to marry him.

✘ stripper!JJ who is sure he was done with bachelorette parties for the year, but gets booked for a last one and goes anyway.

✘ stripper!JJ who nearly dies laughing when you opened him the door with a plastic tiara on your head.

✘ stripper!JJ who hasn't even considered that it could be your bachelorette party, because you told him you don't want a stripper at the party.

✘ stripper!JJ who was actually hired by a friend of your moms who could only remember that she always asked for JJ for the parties, not connecting the dots that it's the same JJ as the future husband.

✘ stripper!JJ who dances for you anyway, for free of course, and he has a hard time not throwing you over his shoulder and vanishing in the closets bath- or bedroom to fuck you brains out.

✘ stripper!JJ who makes sure that your mom's friend knows to not ask for him specifically again, because truly he's done with the party business.

✘ stripper!JJ who stays the main act on the club's stage for a year after you are married, growing increasingly annoyed by the fact that he isn't allowed to keep his wedding ring on while dancing, manager's orders or some bullshit.

✘ stripper!JJ who stops stripping altogether when you get pregnant, wanting to solely focus on you.

✘ stripper!JJ who still strips, whenever you want him to.

✘ stripper!JJ who only strips for you.

please don't copy and/or post my work onto other platforms! ~e©ho

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rungssparemodelpieces · 14 days ago

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Dating the Lost Light crew

Rung

* If you’re a current patient of his, Rung has some reservations regarding dating you at first, mostly due to the last time he got too close to a patient and the ensuing chaos that happened afterwards. He doesn’t want to a repeat, not with you. But to prove you want to make things work between you, you go as far as to tell him that you’ll no longer be his patient but perhaps his partner instead? With a line like that, Rung finds it hard to say no.

* Rung tries to include you in some of his hobbies such as model making. You end up working on a few together which don’t start out great but get better in time. If you’re human or a minibot, Rung relies on your size to help with smaller details such as decals or keeping track of tiny pieces. He keeps the ships you work together on a different shelf to show progress. You joke sometimes that the ships are your sparklings which does cause Rung to flush up.

* When you realized Rung’s glasses weren’t his optics, you wanted to- no, needed to see how bad his vision was but you didn’t want to be rude and ask. It wasn’t until he was in his recharge cycle that you took the moment to look through them and realize how blind he was without them. You did get caught though and Rung stated you looked cute in them, despite the fact both of you could barely see each.

* Rung’s love language is spending quality time together whether it be going to Swerve’s for some drinks, dance, and conversation or having some quiet time in the berth, enjoying each others presence. Just being near one another is enough to show how much he loves you.

* He’s very upfront with your relationship as opposed to others like Megatron and Ultra Magnus. Though he’s not as affectionate in public, he’ll still hold your hand or keep close to you to make sure you’re always nearby. Rung also gets excited when you say his name, a twinkle forming in those optics as you call for him or make your presence known.

* If you were present for when Rung was recovering, you rarely left his side: holding his hand, talking to him, reassuring that he was going to be okay and you’ll see him soon. Fellow crew mates had to drag you away to take care of yourself, to get something in the tank, and get some rest before returning back to his side.

* There was a lot of confliction and realizations after finding out Rung was Primus and your method to cope was with humor. Though some of the things you said were in poor taste, Rung knows you’re trying to comprehend this information in a way you could understand it. Methods include interchanging Rung and Primus especially in the berth, trying to get him to teach you old Cybertronian, and cracking jokes about dating/ interfacing with a god.

* There’s a half way completed model kit in your possession that you’re curious as to why you started it as you’ve never done one before. You knew it had to be worked on by two bots as some parts are a little more rough around the edges but other parts are seemingly professionally done. You’ve tried to complete it many times but each time, your optics start to well up and you have to stop. Perhaps the bot who started this with you will come back and help you finish once and for all?

NSFW

* Communication is the priority for Rung when you decide to interface. Every want or need is clear and upfront! Rung is a gentle lover and checks in to make sure you’re doing well but after a good level of comfortability, is willing to step up in terms of what happens behind the berth doors!

* Rung does have a kink for you calling out his name while interfacing, especially with building up that tension and knowing he’s the one responsible for it. He’s in favor of some roleplaying in which you both make quips at one another, him from the psychological angle and you from the god angle.

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keyotos · 2 years ago

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swear to be overdramatic and true

summary ⎯ different wedding scenarios w/ the hsr men. like they are all different. none of you are getting married in this tho. modern!au

includes ⎯ dan heng, gepard, blade, sampo, & jing yuan

notes ⎯ i want to go to a wedding so bad after tiktok kept on showing me crazy rich asians-esque venues (i love crazy rich asians)

dan heng

⎯ you promised him you’d go for the food (dan heng is not one for parties), you ended up staying for everything else.

⎯ a close friend of yours was getting married and invited you to their wedding. you were so excited and ready while dan heng was like ehhhggggg

⎯ dude is not a party-goer. but you really put your all into convincing him to go. you brought out puppy dog eyes (didn’t work), pros and cons list (didn’t work), 15 slide google slideshow (didn’t work), and finally: begging on your knees (worked).

⎯ so now, you guys are here: sitting at a table by yourselves (everyone else was dancing/mingling) and sharing a slice of wedding cake.

⎯ secretly, dan heng loved weddings. he loved the joy everyone felt and he really did enjoy the food.

⎯ he would never tell anyone this, but he was taking notes for his future wedding (preferably with you). he takes note of the theme, the food, the venues. he’s very observant of these things.

⎯ the one thing he did not like about weddings was the partying afterwards. call him boring, but after sitting in a cathedral for two hours got him exhausted.

⎯ but he could make exceptions for you. you seemed to love the party aspect of weddings: you bounced to the music and you waved your fork around like a microphone when there was a song you liked.

⎯ dan heng wished he could have your loud and exciting spirit and love for after parties, but he found himself done for the day. so now, the two of you were eating cake while most people were on the dance floor

⎯ dan heng felt bad about it; he felt like he was holding you down from your happiness because he was not the party type. he didn’t want to burden your enjoyment.

“if you want to dance, you should dance,” dan heng let go of the arm he had wrapped around you.

“what?” you furrowed your eyebrows. you took another bite out of the shared cake.

“you don’t have to worry about me. i’ll be fine. you have go have fun,” dan heng repeated himself with utmost seriousness. you almost burst out with laughter.

“i don’t need to dance to be happy,” you chuckled and interlocked your fingers with dan heng’s, “as long as i have you around, i’m perfectly content,” you grinned.

⎯ yeah. dan heng definitely enjoys weddings.

dan heng returns your smile and wraps his other arm around you once more. he pulled you closer to place a kiss on your temple. as long as you’re around, dan heng is more than perfectly content. he is overjoyed.

gepard

⎯ you two are executives for a wedding planning company; it’s not your company, it’s pela’s. you two are friends of hers and just so happen to work there together.

⎯ you two are the best in the wedding planning game. you two are also rivals.

⎯ you guys are practically trying to outdo each other with every plan. the theme, the decorations, the music: whatever it is, one of you is striving to be better than the other.

⎯ you and gepard bicker so much that some of the maintenance people think YOU GUYS are the married couple.

⎯ gepard blushes so hard that you would think he just had a heat stroke. he quickly brushes of the comment and gets back to work.

⎯ you two are just so… different. but you’re the SAME. whoever’s idea it was to put you two together on an assignment needs to be fired bc most of the time you two are bickering 😭

“why would you make that the theme?” you questioned gepard, “that doesn’t match the wedding venue at all.”

“technically it is apart of the venue. they have two,” gepard corrected you. smartass

and also, “don’t you dare move that. it’s perfect where it belongs,” you ordered.

“it’s actually not,” gepard counters, “it’s not centered.”

⎯ you end up getting so frustrated that you have to walk off the scene and run to starbucks.

⎯ but there are some points where you see gepard in a different light. like when he helps you set up the fairy lights. also when he helps you lift heavy things.

⎯ oh yeah and the fact that he caught you when you fell from a ladder.

you didn’t know how you managed to slip from a ladder, but you did. you thought you were about to face imminent death until you felt strong arms wrap around your thighs.

“what were you thinking?!” gepard exasperatedly asked.

“uhh, that i could reach it?” you brushed him off, trying not to acknowledge the position that you were in at the moment. you were also trying to ignore how fast your heart was beating, but that was blamed on adrenaline.

⎯ even though you and gepard argued for half of the time, there were a few (many) accidents, and someone spilled punch on the ground; the wedding venue ends up looking nice thanks to you and gepard!

⎯ at the end of this tiring and long day, you sat down at one of the tables and ate a few bites of leftover cake. that is until gepard randomly comes up to your table.

gepard extends his hand to you, “would you like to dance? as a way to celebrate the happy couple?”

you raise an eyebrow and give him a sly smirk, “you deign to touch the hand of your opposition?” you joked.

“i’m full of surprises,” gepard looks away from you to scan the venue, “just like this venue. it's beautiful by the way. you did well.”

you take his hand into yours; gepard’s hand is calloused and warm. “give yourself some credit,” you pull him out to the dance floor, then you pull him closer to you, “shall we?”

blade

⎯ you two are some WEDDING CRASHERS

⎯ you first suggested the idea as a joke; you’ve been wanting to go to a wedding after your tiktok kept showing you wedding venues.

⎯ you never expected to actually be wrecking a wedding so soon. you didn’t even know how blade found a wedding to crash.

“are there apps for these things?”

“um… no????”

⎯ you two sneak in undetected and you arrive just in time for the after party!!

⎯ you guys end up sitting in some randos’ seats that never showed up. so for the time being you two were the married couple mr and mx anderson.

⎯ luckily, the people you sat by had no idea what the andersons looked like. they had questions, and surely they will be confused by the end of this night, but you will never see these people ever again!! so you guys answered their questions

“how’s your newborn? we heard you guys just had a baby,” the couple next to you pointed.

⎯ psa for my gn!readers or male!readers, you guys just had a surrogate

⎯ BABY??????? you nearly choked on your food. chivalrously, blade took the opportunity to answer for you.

"we did," blade smiled and rubbed your stomach, "we're hoping for another one soon," he smirked when he looked at you.

⎯ your eyes popped out of your skull and you turned to him. you took the rest of your food down with a gulp and you turned to face the couple across from you.

⎯ once they left, you elbowed blade in his ribcage. or, you tried to anyway, you doubt he felt anything from it.

"what was that?" your eyes went wide. you tried to hide your embarrassment.

"what was what?" blade asked. his tone with filled with mock-confusion. the bastard knew what he was doing.

"please, don't make me say it out loud," you hide your face in your hands, trying not to smile. to say you haven't thought of a domestic life with blade would be a lie.

blade rubbed your shoulder and then slid his arm over your waist, pulling you closer, "it was funny," he chuckled.

you unmasked your face to punch him in the shoulder, "it was mortifying," you laughed.

blade planted a kiss near your ear, "'m sorry," he was not, "let's go dance. enjoy yourself. before the next one comes," he added. you almost shoved him off of you after that.

⎯ blade is NOT funny.

sampo

⎯ here you were surrounded by so many couples, yet you are alone. you are alone at the bar and you've had waaaaay too many margaritas to be thinking straight.

⎯ you were almost about to leave when a mysterious blue-haired man slid into the seat next to yours.

⎯ sampo had been watching you for the entire wedding. maybe watching wasn't the right word: he had been observing you. that is not the right word either. simply put, he was entranced by you. you were stunning; you lit up the entire room. it's strange how someone like you had no one by your side.

"care if i bought you a drink?" sampo asked, leaning towards you.

"i think i'm too drunk to drink," you slurred. you were tired and single and lonely. not even this random man could console you.

⎯ when you laid your head down and groaned, sampo was a little concerned. he was concerned for two reasons: for your wellbeing and for what he might've accidentally gotten himself into.

⎯ sampo has fallen victim to hangovers multiple times and, judging by how wasted you are right now, you are about to be the next victim.

⎯ he asked the bartender to get you a glass of water. now, he just had to wake you up. or cheer you up.

“hey, you might wanna drink think,” sampo pushed the drink towards you.

you raised your head up, surveyed the drink, and then pushed it away. “nice try buddy. i know you put something in that.”

⎯ sampo’s jaw went agape. he completely forgot about that possibility. of course you wouldn’t take a drink from a stranger that randomly came up to you.

“uh, how about we just get you another glass of water,” he grabbed the cup back and ordered another one, this time with you watching. once you made sure nothing happened to your drink, you gulped it down.

“thanks,” you set the glass down. “i��ll be needing that in the morning,” you groaned.

⎯ even when you’re miserable you’re beautiful, sampo thought

“i get it,” sampo laughed. you two exchanged names and you started to tell the story of why you were so drunk in the first place

⎯ when you finished, sampo remembered every detail of your story. he wanted the sound of your voice to be imprinted into his brain; he wanted the sight of you burned into his eyes.

⎯ and by the end of that night, after you two exchanged phone numbers, sampo was sure to make his dream a reality.

jing yuan

⎯ best couple alert??? you guys are just there for fun and relaxation

⎯ everyone knows you two are the couple that’s getting married next. just the love that you two have for each other is enough evidence to prove their theory.

⎯ you two are there for the reception, the actual wedding, the after party. like you guys EAT WEDDINGS UP.

⎯ it’s a sweet and silent love. it doesn’t overshadow the wedding couple, but everyone can tell that it’s prevalent and it’s most definitely there.

⎯ everyone can also see the immense love jing yuan has for you just by looking at his expression. as a general, most would think his mind is preoccupied on strategy and tactics. that is not true though; jing yuan would argue that, half of the time, his mind is on you. he wonders about you, thinks about you, wishes about you.

⎯ and his actions?? the way he always pulls out a chair for you so you can sit before him. the way he carefully tugs you to the side if someone were about to hit you. the way his hand rests coyly on your thigh.

⎯ don't get me started on when you two start dancing.

cliche as it is, sometimes i does feel like the world is shining it's light on the two of you when you two dance. you two aren't master dancers or anything. with jing yuan's lifestyle, there is no time for trivial activities such as dancing, but for you he'd always make an exception.

⎯ you two are both awful. omfg you guys actually suck at dancing. like get off of the dance floor LMAO. since you two probably have very busy lives, there isn't much time for fun like weddings. that's why the two of you try to embrace weddings and other fun activities as much as possible

"you keep stepping on my feet," jing yuan laughs. he tries to guide the two of you to an empty slot on the floor, but fails.

"i'd be able to dance properly if someone stopped knocking me into others," you jokingly retorted. even though jing yuan was a general, all his poise and prosperities was washed away on the dance floor.

"i highly doubt that," he twirled you. you leaned closer into his chest this time, melting into his body. he was warm; a good contrast to the chill of the room. even with his shitty dancing skills, you think that you could never be sick of him.

⎯ yeah u two are definitely getting married in the near future. jing yuan is sure of it. after all, he's already gotten a ring.

#tana writes (∗´ ᨔ `∗)#honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail x reader #dan heng x reader #dan heng x you #gepard x reader #gepard x you #blade x reader #blade x you #sampo x reader #sampo x you #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x you #giggled when i wrote some of these lol

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misserabella · 7 months ago

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Filthy Rich

Spencer Reid x Fem! reader PT.3

pt1! pt2!

✧ Synopsis;; Spencer Reid was filthy rich, for he was royalty. Handsome, charming and a gentleman, a dream dressed in pure silk for any kind of woman. But not you.

✧ y/n is a mere slave of a nobel family who just turned 22. On the night of the prince’s royal ball she is dragged against her will to this dance just to be used as a coat rack for the purses and coats of the family ladies, who, of course, treat her like absolute sh’t, to the point where they could agreed to hand her over for a generous amount of gold.

“Just name your price, sweetheart.”

“Screw you, my prince.”

Just how lucky you were for had caught the

prince’ s attention!

< enemies to lovers 3

17th century royalty! inspired by bridgerton!

CW;; this series might include 18+ content (details will be given at the start of each new part uploaded) MINORS DNI AND SKIP!!!

WARNINGS PART THREE: cursing, blood, violence

Please, under no circumstances, repost my work on any other sites. I do not consent to anyone taking my work and posting it as their own.

WORD COUNT;; 2,7k

REPOSTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!<3

Crimson flooded from the new slash that parted the perfect skin of his cheek, a hiss of pain falling from his lips from the sting.

“Take the door down.” Gideon ordered the guards in the corridor, who got ready to push against it.

Suddenly, an arm surrounded your waist pulling you away from the door and against his chest, the warmth of his free hand softly pressing against your cheek and leaning in, what made your breath hitch. He gave you a lopsided smirk, pursing his lips in a quiet ‘shh’. He was so close your could detail his long eyelashes and little green bits of his brown eyes. You hid your weapon, covered in his blood, when the guards opened the door, him pulling you in ‘till your lips brushed.

“Bless me!” and just like the door opened, it closed once again. “My apologies, your highness!” the brunette apologized from the other side, quietly excusing the guards and stepping away from the room.

“God, doll.” the prince chuckled, pulling away from you while letting his head fall backwards in a sigh of relief. “You are going to be the death of me.” his warmth left your body as his hand flew to the wound on his cheek, his fingers tinting in the crimson of his blood. “Nice swing.” he complimented you with a smile, to what you frowned.

“Have you lost your mind?” you inquired him, knife pointing at him in between both your trembling hands, to what he stood impasible.

“Probably...” a new smile attempted to appear on his lips, his bloody hand taking your face as he leaned in. “Maybe that’s what I get for having you around.” you pushed his touch away as you stepped closer.

“Why didn’t you turn me in? What is it that you want, my prince?” you pressed the point of the knife against his adam’s apple. “Could it be company, your highness? Pleasure perhaps?” as you leaned in, your dress’ strap sleeve slipping all the way down from your shoulder to your forearm. His eyes flickered between your eyes and the new exposed skin.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you that my only intention is to treat you as you deserve, as the human being that you are…” the warmth of his finger tips pressed against your skin, his fingers capturing the sleeve and softly pulling it slowly backwards to the place it belonged. “,right?” you chuckled at his words.

“Oh but I’m not a human being, my prince, I’m a slave.” your fingers made its way to his jaw, sluggishly and playfully detailing its sharpness, tilting his face slightly to the side to, afterwards, linger upwards, towards his cheek. “More precisely, your slave, my lord.” he took a sharp breath, perhaps to your words, perhaps to the feeling of your touch against his wound, pressing on his skin. His eyes stared deeply into yours.

“Allow me the chance to change your mind.” he muttered, your gaze defiant against his. He couldn’t remember the last time someone stared right into his eyes as you did. You hesitated at first, after a couple of seconds where the tension in the room could be sliced by the knife in your hand, deciding to lower your weapon and let it fall on the trolley once again.

He showed his gratitud with a sweet smile, which you found and annoyed you as you harshly took a bite on a slice of bread that you’d found hidden in a napkin. You felt his touch once again on the corner of your lips, brushing away the crumbs left on your rosy cheeks before his free hand rose, in between his fingers a jar of what it seemed to be ointment inside. “May I?” he inquired, to what you guessed will be referring to your wounds. You seemed untrusting of it at first, but you found the strength to at least try, nodding. Something in his eyes told you to trust him, to believe in him.

And the next thing you felt was the cold ointment being gently applied to your bruised skin and lip, you hissing at the feeling. “I know, I’m sorry.” he apologized.

The relief was almost instantaneous, your pain numbing after a couple of seconds, what made you know it was working.

“See? Better, right?” he smiled, leaving the jar of ointment on one of the room’s nightstands. “I’ll ask the healer to bring more for you in the morning. Apply as much as you need when the effects blur, alright?” his steps grew closer to the doorway. “I shall take my leave now.”

“Prince!” you called out for him as his hands turned the doorknob, freezing in place at the sound of your voice.

“Yes?” his voice was soft as he turned his head to face you, his eyes even softer when he found yours.

“I…” you started, your voice dying as you couldn’t find the words to…

He seemed to understand, a delicate smile tugging on his lips.

“You’re welcome.” he said, chuckling when you clicked your tongue, looking away. “Sweet dreams.” and with that. He left the room.

You woke up with the sunlight hitting your closed eyes. You whined, burying your face in the pillow under your head, trying to scape the sun, and the morning.

Wait…, morning?

You hurriedly rose, trying to get your feet out of the sheets to put your clothes on and start with the daily tasks before your mistress would…

You suddenly froze, realizing.

You looked around, memories flooding back to your mind. The golden coins, the maids and the warmth bath, the dress, the fight… His smile.

You ploped back down on the bed, buffing to get the locks out of your face as you stared to the chandelier that hung from it. You even tried pricking your skin to make sure you weren’t just dreaming. You hissed in pain when you realized you weren’t, sitting up once again.

You looked out the window, the sun shining brightly in the bluest of the skies. You guessed it would be around 9AM. Your feet made contact with the cold marble floor as you stoop up, stretching your arms up your head, a yawn falling off your lips. You felt…, great. Better than you’ve ever felt in years.

You took a glance at your reflection in the wardrobe’s mirror, your large locks falling messily in your shoulders, which you fixed by brushing it through with your fingers. You straightened out a few wrinkles that have appeared on your petticoat, probably due to your turning in your sleep before opening the door of your room and sticking your head out. Everything was so silent…

The rays of sunshine entered the corridor through the windows. You closed the door behind you as you stepped out, squinting your eyes when you went and looked out the windows. You could see the vast garden at your feet, some birds flying by and resting in a nest in the nearest tree, some gardeners trimming bushes and sweeping away some leaves that had fallen from the trees last night…

You allowed your fingers run free though the crystal as your feet moved forwards, the carpet at your bare feet tickling you.

Your hair danced in the air as you turned your head once you’ve heard voices come from not far away. You noticed a door that stood slightly open, as your grew closer to it, the voices becoming clearer.

“But my prince…”

“There’s no excuses for this, Hotch. It’s obvious that Carter is taking advantage of his position and stealing from my kingdom! My people!” you got startled by the sudden and rough voice of who you recognized as the prince. You stood silently against the door, your eyes peeking through the lid.

There were multiple men assembled around a table that stood full of different papers, chests and maps.

“And I promise all of you, gentleman, for the blue blood that lives and resides in my veins, that I won’t allow such treatment and such disrespect towards those who had confide me their trust.” they all fell silent to his words. “Rossi.” a tall and brute man stood up at his name.

“Yes, my prince.” He seemed to be part of the royal’s knights.

“I want you to leave as the sun sets. Grab your horses. Grab your men. I want Kyle Carter to be detained for going against this kingdom and thrown to gaol ‘till further notice.” his eyes seemed cold, so cold that if you were to meet them you’ll freeze.

“Yes, my prince. At your orders, my prince.”

Their attention drifted at the knocking on the door. Your soft palm pushed letting it open further before you had even given the permission to enter. The men stood from their seats as the door fully exposed you, your eyes meeting the prince.

“And who you must be? Important enough to disturbe the prince’s assembly, if not!” a tall man with short dark hair and beauty marks on his cheek spoke.

“You’re awake!” the men turned their heads back to the prince, whose rage had disappeared along with the coldness of his gaze, this being replaced by a complete warmth.

“Indeed, my prince. Gentlemen.” you bowed at them, all of them taking a glimpse of your beauty, long hair, beautiful eyes…“I apologize for my interruption.” some of them cleared their throats, seeming that your presence pleased the king, muttering their greetings.

You rose your head when well known steps grew closer to you.

“How are you feeling this morning, sweetheart?” you heard the men at his back cough, astonished by such nickname to have fallen from the prince.

You silently chuckled, having a great deal of fun.

“I’m well rested, my prince.” he seemed relieved to hear that, his lips rising in a smile, until you smiled back, what made him take a step back.

He had never seen you smile. You indeed, never smiled.

Something was wrong…

That mischievous smile dressed as a wolf in sheep’s clothing surely mustn’t bring good intentions.

“Though, I must admit…” his eyebrows raised when the warmth of your finger tips pathed its way towards his cheek, softly caressing the now healing wound. “I’m quite…, famished.” you leaned in, your eyes flickering quickly towards the men a few inches away, whose eyes stared at the both of you. “I wondered if your highness would help me satiate my hunger, you left too quickly this morning…” at your words they all coughed, choking on his breath.

“I think we must take our leave now since we were already finished with today’s assembly, right gentleman?” one of them spoke, winning nods and affirmative words from the rest, which quickly stood and cleaned the table from any map or paper, taking their leave.

“With the help of Gideon, I’ll take care of the last order you gave me, my prince.” a man with glasses and diverse maps to what it seemed to be improvements for the castle of some sort bowed.

“I show my gratitude towards you, Hotch.” the prince bowed before he had left. They all let a “Good day to the both of you.” fell from their lips before making their way out of the room.

All left but the man who had inquired who you were once you’ve entered the room, his arms crossed against his chest.

“Lord, doll.” you snickered once the door had closed at the prince’s words, leaning away from him and taking a glance to what it seemed to be: his office. It was spacious, with multiple windows and bookcases full of diverse books, parchments and maps. You stopped near a little table with a map of the kingdom in display, little men spread across it, as if some strategy were being planned. “You must be a real devil for scaring them away that quickly.” he chuckled, entertained by your wandering and actions. You looked back at him, a smirk on your lips as you played with one of the pawns with your fingers.

“You men are so…, pliable and gullible. A women appears and suddenly you’re no royalty but a dog begging for some meat.” you shrugged, hearing a chuckle from the other man in the room, which now stood next to the prince.

“So this is y/n. I can see what you meant by…, unique, my friend.” the prince patted his shoulder with a smile.

“And you must be…” you frowned, waiting for him to finish for you.

“Morgan, my lady, Derek Morgan.” he smiled, taking your hand and leaving a kiss on its back.

You sarcastically smile, snatching your hand away from him.

“I’ll say it’s nice to meet you…, Morguen.” you purposefully messed up the pronunciation, seeing both of them scoff but not correcting you. “Though I’m afraid that would be a lie, and I’m quite known for my frankness.” the prince left out a laughter, shaking his head.

“Incredible.” Derek scoffed. “You surely are one of a kind, this should be fun.”

“I feel it would be more of a dare, Morgan.” the royal pointed out.

“My apologies, I must have lost myself in between all your royal nonsense…” you said, squinting your eyes and waiting for an explanation of what exactly was going on.

“From now on, Derek will be the designer of your clothes, darling.” the prince clarified. And you definitely didn’t seem…, happy, probably for having to put up with the presence of another royal in your life.

“I look forward in getting along with you, y/n.”

Alright… Derek really meant it when he said that he looked forward on getting along with you. But he didn’t know it would be this hard. You didn’t even trust him, nor his confectionery skills nor his fashion advise!

“I said it will match with your eyes!”

“And I’m saying that I’m not getting any closer to that…, thing.”

“No.” you said. “I’m not letting you poke me up like some type of voodoo doll. I’ll do it myself, I don’t wanna end up like a sieve!” he whined.

“Lord have mercy on me.” he said, looking up to the skies. “y/n you know you can’t do it yourself, the measures won’t be exact! You won’t even be able to reach the back!”

The prince seemed really amused by your fighting and your attempts to run away from his friend while trying not to trip on the skirt yet to be fixed.

He stood up from his seat, silently walking towards you.

Suddenly you felt a hand around your waist, startling you ‘till you heard his voice beside your ear, in your back.

“I like the dress, the embroidery is wonderful.” he opined, winning an exhausted ‘Thank you!’ from Morgan for ‘finally someone having some good taste’. “Don’t you think so, doll?” he asked, desiring to know your thoughts about it, his thumb caressing the jewels and, at the same time, your side.

“I feel like a damn royal in all this fine silks and gemstones.” you huffed, anxiously playing with the skirt of the dress. “Isn’t it…, too much? Isn’t there something less…, royal?” you sighed to the both of them, looking at your reflection in the mirror in front of you. “I’ve never worn such a thing since I’ve been a slave my whole life.”

Both men fell silent.

“I don’t think it’s even enough.” the prince said, giving you a smile. “And you aren’t a slave anymore. Not in my castle and even less as long as you stand by my side.”

“We could search for something else if you don’t feel comfortable on it. I brought a lot of different types, there would be some without the gems.” Derek offered you, to what you shook your head.

“No…, I like it.” you said, making the prince smile even bigger, its warmth being able to defrost the coldest of winters.

“Try on whichever you like, and don’t forget to look for some summer dresses, alright?” he said, leaving your side to walk towards the door.

“Summer dresses? What for?” you inquired, frowning.

“For we are leaving tomorrow.” he smiled, as if it wasn’t of importance. “To Osborne.” and with that, he left the room.

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Bill Skarsgård on Remaking Nosferatu and the Pressure of “F--king With a Masterpiece”

The actor on Pennywise, Count Orlok, and the lure of monstrous characters.

(for those who weren’t able to read the article due to a paywall the full interview is now under the cut)

“I’ve always been a very happy monster.” So said Boris Karloff in 1962, looking back at three decades of creatures, ghouls, and killers that defined so much of his life onscreen. Bill Skarsgård hasn’t been at it nearly as long, but his tendency to play supernatural and terrifying figures suggests that, like his fiendish predecessor, he’s made peace with monstrosity.

The blockbusters It and It: Chapter 2 made him a horror icon as Pennywise the Dancing Clown, carrying on a long tradition in his Swedish acting family—which includes his father, Stellan, and older brothers Alexander and Gustaf—of playing haunting roles in hair-raising films. Since Pennywise, Bill has specialized in sinister, scene-stealing parts, from a high-society sociopath in John Wick: Chapter 4 to his recent turn as the otherworldly avenger of this year’s reboot of The Crow. His latest turn finds him playing the vampiric title character in Nosferatu, from The Witch and The Lighthouse filmmaker Robert Eggers, in a collaboration that brings an ominous new approach to the bat-faced antagonist of the 1922 silent film.

For Vanity Fair’s 2025 Hollywood Issue, he talked about touching the void and more.

Vanity Fair: We spoke years ago when you were about to start filming It, and you talked about the challenges of inhabiting an inhuman monster.

Bill Skarsgård: That was the first time—and wouldn’t be the last time—that I was taking on this kind of iconic character that has been done before so well, and that people love and cherish. The whole journey of that was so weird. If I spoke to you after the production, I would’ve been much more confident that we had something that was very special, but in the process of it, I was just like, Why did he cast me? I can’t do this.

We did speak again afterward. You talked about going home to your parents’ house after you finished shooting and being plagued by dreams about the character.

Those dreams were so strange. Either I was confronting Pennywise and I was upset with him, yelling at him—or I was Pennywise, but I was walking around in the streets that I grew up on, and I’m like, No, no. I shouldn’t be out here in public walking around like this. This is not how it’s supposed to be done. It was this weird thing where I was trying to separate myself from this thing, literally back in the place that I grew up in, in the same apartment that I grew up in.

Count Orlok in Nosferatu also emerges from a deep, dark place. What was it like for you to take that particular emotional ice bath?

Count Orlok was very different than Pennywise in a lot of ways. Orlok was even further away from who I am than Pennywise was, in the sense that my voice, posture, age, the look of it, it was just so far out there. That became the challenge. Before putting on the prosthetics, we explored so many weird things and looked into butoh, this sort of Japanese corpse dancing. We explored so many trippy things.

Did you say “corpse dancing”?

Yeah, butoh is this Japanese corpse dance. It’s all these, kind of, mummified movement patterns. It’s spectacular. It brought this much more precise and much more rigid and slow movement. Basically the outfit and the prosthetics helped so much. The voice was what I worked the hardest on. I worked with an opera singer—she tried to get it as low as possible. My brother Gustaf came to set when we were shooting. He’s sitting there and he gets the headphones on and he hears [deep growling sounds] and is like, “What the fuck is going on?” It must have seemed very insane.

Since you come from an acting family, I wondered what role your dad and your brothers play in your decision-making process or in your professional life.

I don’t talk to them in the sense of like, “Hey, do you think I should do this thing or that thing?” Of course, subconsciously, they’re such a big part of my life. It’s hard to quantify how much effect they’ve had in terms of my taste or in terms of performances. It’s great to have their support, more so in life in general than acting itself. It’s nice to be able to talk to your family, just going, like, “Oh, this shoot was a nightmare because of this and this and this.” And they’re like, “Oh yeah, totally. Tell me about it.” The job, the profession of acting, can feel kind of lonely sometimes. It just feels nice to have so many people, close people, around you that truly know what it’s like.

Especially after Nosferatu, people are going to look at your work and see a lot of monsters and a lot of dark figures. Why do you think you’ve been drawn to these characters?

I think those characters are drawn to me as much as I’m drawn to them. It’s a mutual kind of attraction. The fact that they’re drawn towards me is a bunch of different reasons, everything from the way you look, you have a sensibility, there’s a darkness about you, or there’s an intensity.

And it’s something you enjoy too?

Even going back to some of the earlier stuff I did in Sweden, transformation has always been very appealing to me—and playing characters that are very different than me. I played a character that was autistic when I was 19, and I loved it. I had so much joy in it. He’s not a dark character, he’s a very sweet character. But you study, and you change your voice. With Pennywise, that became my ultimate transformation. I just really enjoyed it. Now with Orlok, I really enjoy transforming as much as I humanly can. I think that’s very exciting.

Do you feel a curiosity about the more dangerous side of human nature?

The darker characters also tend to be more complex. More mental gymnastics are needed. Again, with Orlok, it’s like, Okay, if it’s an ancient sorcerer that speaks from a different realm and possesses all of this power and knowledge, what makes power and knowledge ultimately corrupt a soul as opposed to creating a messiah?

Do you ever worry about getting typecast?

I definitely don’t want to exclusively play those kind of roles, but I’ve never seen the appeal of the classic star, a movie star. The difference between a movie star and an actor is that a movie star plays himself in every part, in a way. Whereas as an actor transforms. There are people that play themselves, and they’re brilliant every single time, but it’s the same thing and they have that shtick. For me, I just don’t think that I’m that charismatic or interesting, so I can’t just lean on that. I need to transform as far away from me as possible.

Do you feel a kinship with actors from the past, like, say, Lon Chaney or Boris Karloff, who played dark beings and often transformed their regular appearances?

It’s a great question. Yeah, I do. But that being said, it was never my particular goal to be the “creature actor,” if you will. There are so many [actors] I draw inspiration from. A lot of other actors that are not known for their intense transformations are some of my favorites as well. I haven’t really studied the greats of prosthetics or creature performances in that way. I’ve watched a lot of it, but I don’t watch performances for inspiration per se, because there’s always this thing of emulation that I don’t want to go down. For Orlok, predatory animals felt like a cleaner source of inspiration.

You mentioned earlier that, several times now, you’ve played a character that is well-known from a previous iteration, but you did it in a new and different way. Did you feel that again with Nosferatu?

Orlok is also Dracula. To me, in terms of iconic horror characters, the number one is Dracula/Nosferatu. It’s the most seminal work of literature in gothic horror for sure. I think it’s been adapted more than probably any other book. This story is so ingrained in our subconscious that it was very daunting to step into it. I was a huge fan of [Robert] Eggers before. He and I would have these things we’re like, “What are we doing? Why are we doing Nosferatu? Are we taking on something too big here?” We felt that kind of pressure of fucking with a masterpiece. But the movie deserves its place as a new interpretation.

What’s on the horizon for you next?

I’ve always cherished the idea of being as versatile as I possibly can. I also want to do a kitchen-sink drama, I want to do a dark, fucked-up comedy. I want to make those choices or advocate for those choices. You have to fight against being typecast or put into a box. The more you fight against it, the bigger the box tends to get.

#bill skarsgard #bill skarsgård #vanity fair #article #interview #vf hollywood #magazine

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luvyeni · 1 year ago

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❛BIRTHDAY SPECIAL❜ ( h.jisung & l. felix )

💬nia's notes: its 12 am in korea so technically it's his birthday

p. jisung x felix x fem!reader w. 3.5k+

warnings? sub! jisung, switch! reader, dom! felix, unprotected sex, teasing, heavy mxm themes, handjobs, fingering (m. recieving), lil angst

— 𖦹 ( you and felix treating han for his birthday ) !

you remember the day your relationship changed with your best friends – it was new year’s eve, chan threw a party for everyone, drinks and food being passed around, the music was good, everyone was happy, and you were downing back shots with felix and jisung like it was water.

you three suddenly found yourselves on the dance floor, sandwiched in between the pair, both of them grinding against you, hands tracing up and down your body, felix nudging against your neck; forehead pressed against yours his lips begging to be kissed. “was the first to snap, whispering in your ear ‘let’s go back to yours.”

that was best sex you had ever in your entire life – your bodies tangled together , the three of you sweaty , the room smelled like sex as the three of you went at it , there weren’t any dynamics , all of you wanted a piece of each other in some way , it was hot and messy and the three of you knew that it could never be the same afterwards.

you guys tried just random hooks ups alone – fucking felix one night , then a few days later you’d be passing one of the members the next morning as you shamelessly walk out of hans bedroom , but that just didn’t work.

it was good , but it always felt like it was missing , someone was missing , and it wasn’t until jisung was having some alone time to himself , he tried thinking of you , the way you rode him , your tits anything , but he couldn’t finish. it was only for a moment, he thought about that night, but instead of you, he thought about felix , and he soon he found himself cumming all over his hand.

jisung never thought of himself of bisexual, he never been with a guy before, and now he had these feelings for not only you but his other friend too, and he didn’t know what to do. this put a small hole in your friendship, jisung began to distance himself, leaving you and felix to wonder what was wrong – had he finally had enough of you both. fearing you made a grave mistake, you and felix went to your friend to apologize, promising to stop everything and go back to the way things were before the party.

that was the first time you’ve seen jisung cry, he sobbed, confessing everything, including his feelings for the both of you. both of you consoling your friend, telling him everything was alright, and you weren’t upset with him – and that’s when it clicked for all three of you, the reason why these friends with benefits weren’t working was because all three of you needed each other, you craved each other.

jisung wanted felix just as much he wanted you, you wanted jisung just as much as felix , and felix had come to terms a long time ago he wanted both of you, he was just waiting for you both to come to terms with it. you guys entered a full blown relationship , going on dates , both of them basically moving into your apartment.

yeah it was hard to explain to people that you had two boyfriends , and jisung would rather die than explain to people that the two people kissing on his lock-screen was his boyfriend and girlfriend – but y’all loved each other and that all that mattered , plus felix loved to show both off so he had no problem telling people , he’d go as far as to tell people how you guys got together.

that was almost three years ago, the boys were doing well, their group blowing up, and you becoming successful in your field – moving into a bigger apartment together, you guys were so in love with each other, people might’ve not understood your relationship, but they surely were jealous of the love you three shared.

your eyes fluttered open, the sun shining on your face, the low snores coming both of your boyfriends' lips, you smiled, planting a kiss on each of their lips, slowly climbing out of bed, making your way to the bathroom. the guys finally had some time off and you being able to get some days off, which was great giving the special day it was – jisungs and felixs birthday, and you wanted it to be nothing but bliss for both of them, so why not breakfast in bed for both of them.

after brushing your teeth, you threw one of felix’s shirts on, going to the kitchen to start cooking. gathering all the ingredients, mixing together the chocolate chips into the pancake mix, buttering the pan up, pouring the mixture into the pan, the smell soon pouring out of the pan, filling the apartment as you flipped the pancakes.

you didn’t hear felix get up, making his way into the kitchen, smiling at you, coming up behind you, kissing your neck. “good morning babydoll.” his voice deeper due to sleep. “what you are making?” you sighed, his morning wood pressed against your ass. “pancakes, it was supposed to be breakfast in bed for the both of you.” you pouted, he chuckled. “i’m sorry baby, but what’s the special occasion, normally i cook breakfast?” you turned to him. “are you joking?”

“it’s not our anniversary or anything.” you lightly slapped his arm. “it’s jisung and yours birthday, i can’t believe you forgot.” he kissed your lips. “sorry baby, we’ve been so busy i haven’t been keeping track, and plus my birthday is tomorrow.” he bopped your nosed. “yeah, but i’m not cooking breakfast in bed twice.” he laughed. “it’s okay baby, let’s just surprise sungie this morning, he deserves it and today is his birthday after all.”

he helped you finish up breakfast, plating it, making it look nice – making your way into the room where the boy was still sleeping soundly. “go wake him babydoll.” he held the tray as you made your way over to him, straddling his lap. “sungie.” you whispered, kissing his eyelids. he mumbled incoherently, still sleep. “sungie , come on get up.” your hands traveled down to his morning wood, palming him, his eyes slowly started to open. “that’s it be a good boy and wake up for me.”

“b-babe.” he stuttered; his eyes fully open. “happy birthday baby.” you spoke so calmly like you weren’t stroking his cock through his sweats. “fu-fuck i’m gonna cum.” you took your hands off him, climbing off. “wh-what why.” he whined. “because you both need to eat.” felix interjected, food in his hand. “i could’ve eaten after i came.” he frowned, felix sat the food down, grabbing a hold of jisungs cheeks. “you’ll be fine, you can cum later, first eat.” he kissed the boys' lips, before putting the food in his lap. “happy birthday baby boy.”

felix left the room, returning with yours and his plate, the three of you sitting around, eating the breakfast you made, sharing your plans for the day, felix scrolling through his phone, both of you and jisung catching on. “lixie what are you doing?” you asked. “finding a nice restaurant for tonight.” he said, smiling. “got it.” he showed you. “it’s perfect.” you said. “sungie , you like this?” felix showed the boy who was stuffing his cheeks with the rest of his food. “it’s nice, but for what?”

“your birthday silly.” you wiped the syrup from his face, taking the tray from him, placing it on the bedside. “o-oh we don’t have to do anything, it’s not that important.” he stuttered. “i don’t want you guys to worry.” felix typed in the number, waiting for them to pick up. “hello, i was calling to see if you have any reservations for tonight?”

your fingers combed through jisungs hair, your hand going back to his morning wood, he moaned, felix head snapped to you both, you smirked, jisungs face turning red. “behave.” felix spoke, returning back to the call. “okay, okay, that’s perfect, thank you so much, have a nice day.” he hung up, and you took your hands off the boy, who whined once again. “what did they say?”

“they had one last one for 8:30 pm.” you smiled, “excellent, we still have time to go shopping for sungies birthday, plus i need a new dress.” felix shook his head. “of course, you do, let’s go get dressed, we have some time to spare so we can take our time in the shower.” felix rubbed both of your thighs. “both of you get undress and go wait for me.”

you both got up, turning the water on, undressing. felix made his way into the bathroom a few moments after. “put the dishes in the washer.” he undressed himself, all three of you stepping into the water. you probably spent like an hour in there, teasing and feeling each other up, neck kisses and light touches, but no penetration, wanting to save that for later tonight, washing each other’s hair and body, before turning the water off, getting out of the shower.

you sat at your mirror while they got dress, doing your hair and makeup. “babydoll hurry up, yeah we have time, but we all know how you like to shop.” felix said, you smiled. “i promise i won’t go overboard, today is about sungie anyway , it’s all about it.” you said , the boy sat on the bed , his earphones in his ear while he waited. “i just want him to feel special.” felix nodded. “he will , i’ll make sure of it , now let’s go.”

the trip to the mall took half the day , walking around , and into different stores , felix ventured off leaving you and jisung to walk into another store – picking things up for jisung (and a some for yourself) , placing them on the counter. “i can pay for this , i have my card.” he said. “we got it sungie , i’ll pay for this and felix will pay for the other stores.” you said , kissing his lips. “one of my gifts to you.” you whispered , his eyes widening understand what you meant.

you both met back up with felix at the food court where he waited with food and drinks. “where did you go?” you asked. “no where special , sit and eat some lunch.” you guys munched on the food , the time slowly slipping away , soon you guys where leaving the mall. “it’s 5:40 now , let’s go back and start getting ready.” felix called the uber , you held jisungs hands while waiting.

you guys returned home , you went to shower first , since you took the longest. “babydoll.” felix knocked on the bathroom door where you were getting ready. “hi lixie where’s jisung?” you asked , the were never to far from each other. “playing the game , i just came to give you this.” he handed you a bag. “what is it?” you questioned. “it’s for later , i seen him eyeing it when we walked past the store , he said it would look pretty on you , so when i slipped away to buy his gift , i picked this up to.” he smirked , you opened the bag , looking at him. “its so pretty.” you kissed him. “he’ll love it.”

soon they both started getting ready , you finished up your makeup , slipping into the dress you bought earlier , it matched both their outfits. “y-you look nice.” jisungs eyes widened , his eyes trying not to stare at your cleavage , it was cute how after years of friendship and three years of dating , he still was so shy.

“you’re so cute sungie.” you smiled , grabbing his hand. “it’s okay you can look.” you took his hand , placing it on your bust. “they’re yours to look at.” his eyes widened. “m-mines?” he stuttered , he could feel himself getting hard in his pants. “that’s enough babydoll.” felix emerged from the bedroom , his sleek black outfit , much like jisung , his LV gold jewelry adorning his neck , you three looked hot.

“no need to keep riling our sungie up , it will be time for that later tonight , let’s have a good dinner first.” you pouted , listening regardless – the three of you leaving the apartment , the car waiting to take you to the restaurant.

the dinner was nothing short of wonderful , the food was good , you three looked nice and best of all jisung had a great time. “time for another gift.” you said. “please i can’t take anymore gifts.” the boy stressed , you and felix laughed. “last one , promise.” you said. “well sorta.” felix smirked , taking a sip of his drink. “here.” you reached into your purse.

“what is this?” you handed him a bag. “open it.” you said , he pulled the black box out of the bag opening it , revealing the small gold band. “a ring?” he took it from the box. “you promising babydoll?” felix teased. “no , i’m hoping you’ll do that for our anniversary.” you joked back , turning back to your other boyfriend. “it’s a promise ring , see.” you showed him the one on your finger. “p-promise ring?” he said.

“yeah , i know these past couple years , although have been fun , you’ve been having trouble adjusting , and i just wanted to let you know that we’re both here and we both love you so much.” you kissed his knuckles , he smiled. “you do?” felix set his drink down. “of course we do , we love you so much you don’t even know.” jisung felt so reassured , his heart swelling with love. “i-i love you too , both of you.”

you guys finished up your food , ordering desert to go. “what about felix’s ring?” you stood in front of him , his arms back hugging you , the three of you waiting for the car. “doesn’t he get one?” felix wrapped around the boys waist , people staring but none of you cared , not even jisung. “of course he does , but it’s not his birthday , he’ll get his tomorrow.” you said.“come on babydoll , is it that serious?” they both chuckled.

“yes , yes it is.” you said. “can’t you just spare it this once.” he said. “i mean don’t you think it’s fare?” you furrowed your eyebrows his voice dropped a few octaves ,sending shivers down both yours and your lovers spine . “it’s jisungs birthday , yet you’re both about to be fucked past your limits.”

it was over after that , the car came , all three of you getting in , sneaking touches , and kissing – felix whispering the most filthiest shit , that turned both of you on , really setting the tone that he was in charge for the night. you three made it home , felix opening the door , you brought your lips against jisung before he could even close the door , slipping your tongue into his mouth , he let out a whimper , you smiled against his lips. “let’s take this to the bedroom.”

you guys made it to the bedroom , undressing yourselves , falling into bed. you were wearing the black lace lingerie felix bought earlier in the day , jisungs eyes widening. “y-you bought it? when.” he asked. “i did , it was my final gift to you.” felix said. “doesn’t she look pretty sungie?” felix came up behind you , squeezing your boobs , you moaned.

jisungs mouth watered , desperate to have your boobs in his mouth. “go ahead sung , it’s all about you tonight.” felix read his mind , palming his cock , watching the boy take your boob into his mouth , licking and sucking your nipple , his other hand coming up to your other boobs , squeezing it.

“fu-fuck that feels so good sungie.” you mewled , he rutted his hips against the bed , his cock had been hard all day , never being able to cum , so he was sensitive and he could feel himself about to cum.

“sung , stop.” felix said , the older boy whined. “don’t complain i know how sensitive you get , you’re gonna cum all over the sheets , don’t you want to cum inside our pretty girls pussy?”

“i-i want both of you.” he stuttered , both of you were surprised – of course he and felix would often engage in stuff , never really establishing who was a top or bottom , they just were , the same with you a jisung , who ever wanted to do it , would be too – you guys messed around as all three , but you hardly ever had sex as three. “fuck sing are you sure , we don’t want to overwhelm you?” you asked. “i-i can take it , i promise.” you turned to felix who nodded , “of that’s what he wants , it’s his birthday.”

“lay down then baby.” you commanded , he obeyed , felix reached over grabbing the lube from the nightstand. “you know we gotta prep you first right?” he bit his lip, nodding. felix opened the bottle , pouring some on his finger , sitting in between the older boys legs , pressing it against his hole. “i’m gonna push my finger in now , okay?” jisung nodded , moaning as felix slowly pushed his finger into his hole. “sh-shit.”

“you feel good sung?” you kissed his neck , your hand coming down , wrapping around his cock. “fu-fuck so good.” he moaned , felix added another finger , speeding his moments , you stroked his cock , matching his thrust. “fu-fuck i’m not gonna last long.” jisung moaned. “that’s okay baby boy.” scissored the boy open. “go a head and cum , be a good boy and cum for us.”

you swiped your thumb across of his aching tip , squeezing the base. “fuck in cumming , shit!” he moaned , cum shooting from his tip , covering your hand , felix removed his fingers from the boys hole. “you came so much.” you let his cock go , felix took your wrist , bringing your cum covered hand to his lips , licking the cum from your fingers. “fuck.” you and jisung moaned , it was probably the hottest thing you’ve witnessed.

“babydoll get on top.” felix commanded , you climbed on top of him , your hands resting on jisungs chest. “you look so pretty sungie.” you reach down , kissing him. “love you so much you know that right?” you whispered , felix lubing up his cock , getting ready for jisung. “i-i love you too.” he whimpered as felix pressed his cock against his hole. “now babydoll , sit on his cock.” you grabbed his cock , hovering above him. “s-sit please.”

you slowly sunk down on him , he moaned out , the moan soon turning into a yelp as felix slid into him. “oh fuck.” felix hissed , you rocked your hips back and forth. “sung.” you moaned , he whimpered , the sensation of being filled with felix’s cock and your pussy tightening around his cock had his mind going blank.

“f-faster please.” he begged. “wh-who?” he moaned out. “both , pl-please both of you , fuck!” you toyed with his nipples , bouncing on his cock , felix fucking into him faster. “fuck!” all three of you were moaning , the room was hot and smelt like sex , jisung whimpering hands coming up to your boobs , squeezing them , you threw your head back , your head against felix , he pressed kisses against your neck. “fuck , keep bouncing his cock babydoll , make him feel good.” he grunted.

jisung knew he wasn’t gonna last long , this was all too much for him , he was already so fucking sensitive , he was gonna cum. “c-can’t hold it.” he moaned out. “go ahead -fuck- cum for us sungie.” you moaned. “wanna make you cum.” he whimpered , felix reached in front , rubbing your clit. “cum for him babydoll , cum all over his cock. “i’m cumming , fuck!” you moaned , cumming , your cunt tightening around jisung.

“oh fuck i can’t , i’m gonna cum.” he whined , felix’s hips snapping against his , hitting his prostate over and over . “fuck im cumming!” he yelled , shooting his load into you , you whimpered his warm seed filling you up.

his soft cock slipped out of you , his cum leaking out of you into his stomach. “fuck , i’m cumming.” felix pulled out , tugging at his cock , cumming all over your back and his stomach. “fuck.” he sighed , all of you coming down from the aftershock from your orgasms.

“sung , you okay?” you caressed his cheek , he nodded. “i’m fine.” he said sleepily. “just a little tired.” he said , you smiled , kissing his lips. “let’s get you both cleaned up.” felix go off the bed , you stayed with him , leaving little kisses against his neck , whispering sweet nothings into his ear – felix soon returned with a rag , helping you both get cleaned up.

“did you have a good birthday?” felix asked his newly ring clad finger tracing jisungs stomach , he finally broke you down and you gave it to him , jisung laid in between you both. “it was great.” you ran your fingers through his hair. “that’s great , i’m glad you liked it.” you yawned. “you getting sleepy princess?” you nodded. “why don’t you both get some sleep.” felix said.

“we need to wait.” Jisung said , felix was confused. “why?” you smiled just as the time changed , you climbed over jisung , slotting yourself in between felix’s legs , jisung planting kisses to side felix’s neck. “wh-what are you two up to?” he moaned as you took his cock into your hand , kissing his tip.

“so that we can formally wish you a happy birthday.”

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midastouch013 · 8 months ago

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Nice To Meet You

Natasha Romanoff x Reader (Pronouns not specified)

Summary : You're new to the avengers, and meet the infamous Black Widow for the first time. Do you interest her, or are you just another person?

Warnings: Just sarcasm and overall cute.

P.S I had previously posted this, but had all my fic deleted, so I'm having it posted again

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The Avengers Tower was alive with activity as Natasha Romanoff entered the common area. The team had been informed about a new member joining them, and Natasha, known for her somewhat reserved demeanor, was intrigued to meet the person who had caught Nick Fury's attention.

As she entered the room, her gaze landed on you, standing a few inches taller than her and engaged in a lively conversation with Wanda Maximoff. Your slight British accent and outgoing demeanor immediately caught Natasha's attention, but she maintained her usual cool exterior.

Wanda noticed Natasha approaching and grinned, waving you over. "Nat, this is Y/N. Y/N, meet Natasha Romanoff," she introduced with a playful smirk.

You turned towards Natasha, extending a hand. "Nice to meet you, Natasha. Wanda here has been telling me all about the infamous Black Widow. I'm hoping her stories are true."

Natasha assessed you with a raised eyebrow before finally shaking your hand. "We'll see."

Over the next few days, you proved your worth to the team with your medical expertise and combat skills. Natasha observed your interactions with a measured curiosity, not easily swayed by the outgoing nature that seemed to be second nature to you.

One evening, after a particularly grueling training session, you and Natasha found yourselves alone in the gym. Natasha was honing her skills, and you were diligently working on perfecting your moves. There was a palpable tension between the two of you, a silent acknowledgment of each other's capabilities.

As Natasha executed a precise series of kicks, you couldn't resist a sarcastic comment. "Impressive, Nat. I almost forgot you're not just the resident ice queen."

Natasha shot you a sidelong glance, her expression giving away nothing. "Almost. You're not too bad yourself, for someone who talks as much as Stark during a press conference."

You grinned, reveling in the banter. "Well, talking is an art, Natasha. Not everyone can appreciate it."

Without missing a beat, you mimicked her moves, injecting a bit of humor into the routine. Natasha didn't react overtly, but a subtle quirk of her lips suggested a hint of amusement.

In the following days, your interactions with Natasha became a delicate dance of sarcasm and skill. You found ways to break through her stoic facade, and she responded with a dry wit that matched your own. One day, during a mission briefing, Tony , leaning against the Quinjet with a smirk, quipped during the mission briefing, "I've upgraded the Quinjet, folks. Now it's not just state-of-the-art; it's Stark-of-the-art. I know, I'm a genius, thank me later."

You couldn't let Tony's comment slide without a retort. Smirking, you raised an eyebrow and replied, "Well, Stark, if your upgrades are as functional as your relationships, we might want to consider taking the stairs next time." The room burst into laughter, including Natasha, who couldn't help but crack a smile. Tony, momentarily taken aback, playfully rolled his eyes. "Oh, someone call the burn unit. We've got a comedian on the team."

"Looks like even the ice queen can appreciate a good dose of sarcasm," you remarked afterwards when you had sat yourself next to the redhead, earning a subtle smirk from her.

As time passed, Natasha Romanoff found herself acknowledging the camaraderie that had formed between you two. The Avengers Tower became witness to the unlikely friendship and something more that blossomed between the thought to be frigid assassin and the outgoing doctor, proving that even in the high-stakes world of superheroes, a well-timed quip and a shared smirk could go a long way.

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mcdonaldsplayground · 2 years ago

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| best friend's brother |

aged up ao’nung x f!reader

summary: ao'nung has always just been your best friend's annoying older brother. at least that's what you tell yourself. but lately he's been moody and far more interested in your love life than he should be. when you discover that he's been playing a role in your failed courtships, you decide to confront him about it.

includes: fluff, swearing, teasing, possessiveness, ao'nung being oblivious🙄

word count: 6.5k

a/n: i am so sorry it took me foreverrrr to write this😵‍💫 it's not great, but it's all i got right now. i have a break from school coming up so hopefully i can catch up on some other fics i've been working on but we will see whether or not i can get over this serious writer's block🥲

“Reya! Reya!” You called, waving your arms erratically as you jogged over, a wide grin decorating your face. Your best friend was standing ankle-deep in the water along with a few of your other friends and the Sully kids. They turned in attention as you splashed toward them, eyebrows raised in amusement.

“[Y/N]! What is it?” Tsireya asked, a matching grin spreading on her face when she noticed your excitement. “Just give me a second, Lo’ak.” She briefly turned her attention back to the Omaticaya boy, indicating that she would return to their conversation later. He flushed slightly, nodding before you grabbed Tsireya’s hand and pulled her to the side. Everyone appeared to go back to their conversation, though you suspected they were going to listen in anyway. You didn’t seem to care.

“Reya!” You squealed, almost unable to get the news out, just smiling and giggling while Tsireya laughed. “You’ll never guess what just happened!”

“Tell me already!” She pleaded, grasping your shoulders as if to ground you.

“Atey’ete just asked me to go out riding with him tomorrow!” It came out in one big breath, your enthusiasm obvious in your tone.

“Oh! That’s great news!” She gasped, bouncing a little. She knew how much this meant to you, considering your history. He was the first guy who’d ever actually approached you with anything more than the intention of friendship, and it felt like your heart was going to explode. While many Metkayina males had shown initial interest in the past, they always seemed to move on quickly, some going as far as to completely avoid you afterward.

“Yes! I can’t believe it!” You laughed, doing a silly little dance that made you and Tsireya burst out laughing. However, the reality of the situation had begun to sink in. Your smile faltered. “I’m kind of nervous, Reya.” You bit your lip, suddenly thinking about how inexperienced you were in this area. Tsireya put her hand on your arm.

“What for?” Her eyes were reassuring, and you softened a little. “It’s obvious that he likes you, [Y/N]. He’s been staring at you with hearts for eyes for weeks now!”

“No way!” You let out a breathy laugh, blushing deeply.

“I agree. There’s no way that’s true.” Tsireya’s older brother, Ao’nung, suddenly inserted himself in your conversation, moving to stand closer to you with that perpetual smirk of his. “Atey’ete is a warrior. He’s looking for a potential mate, not a stupid fling.” His words made your heart sink in your chest, your excitement ebbing away.

“Ao’nung!” Tsireya chastised, glaring daggers at the boy. “Just because you haven’t found a mate yet doesn’t mean you need to take out your frustration on [Y/N]!” She hissed. Though it was brief, you could have sworn you saw a pointed look pass between the siblings, indicating Tsireya’s words were about more than just Ao’nung teasing you. You shrugged it off as something that didn’t involve you.

“Just saying.” Ao’nung shrugged, putting his hands up in surrender; ever the cool and unbothered warrior. Eywa forbid anyone see him display an emotion other than that smooth self-confidence. It made you roll your eyes, but you were used to it. Growing up as Tsireya’s best friend just happened to come with the added factor of dealing with her brother. As a kid, he had simply been an annoyance, someone who found joy in pestering you and his sister. But growing up, and specifically completing his Iknimaya, had changed him. It was like he stopped having a personality in favour of being what you and Tsireya secretly called 'King Ao’nung' because everyone seemed to fall at the feet of the future Olo’eyktan despite his bad attitude.

“Why don’t you just go stare at your muscles in the reflection of the water?” You quipped, trying your best to seem nonchalant about the conversation. You liked how much it seemed to get under his skin when you acted like you didn’t care.

“Whatever.” He scoffed, turning to stalk back over to Rotxo and Lo’ak. You sighed, turning your gaze back to your friend. “King Ao’nung strikes again.” The two of you burst out laughing for a second time, and it was easy to feel at least a little better.

“Why don’t we go back to my marui?” Tsireya suggested. “Dinner will be soon anyway, and we can talk more about your date without my pest of a brother interrupting.” She said the last part loudly, shooting a hard look over her shoulder at the tall Metkayina. He just narrowed his eyes, holding his stare even as the two of you began to walk away. You could feel his eyes practically boring through your back. It made your stomach flip.

“What’s his problem?” You muttered when you were out of ear shot, briefly looking back once more to try and decipher why on earth Ao’nung still looked so agitated. Beside you, Tsireya nervously tucked her hair behind her ear. She only did that when she had a secret, which intrigued you.

“He’s just grouchy because he hasn’t found a mate yet and our parents keep asking about it. I think it’s stressing him out.” She explained. You frowned, eyebrows furrowing.

“Fine, but he could seriously have anyone he wants. Even without his status in the clan, pretty much everyone is drooling over him. It’s gross.” You said, making a face. For some reason a knot formed in your stomach when you thought about the way some girls fawned over him. You quickly tried to forget about the feeling.

“Yes… But my parents keep suggesting potential mates and trying to set things up for him, which he doesn’t like. He has someone in mind already, but he’s convinced she doesn’t like him.” She confessed, looking around as if someone might be listening. Your face felt hot suddenly, but you didn’t understand why.

“Who is it?”

“I promised I wouldn’t tell.”

“Oh come on, Reya! It’s not like I have anyone else to tell anyway! I’ll keep my mouth shut, I promise.” You pleaded, feeling an involuntary urge to get the information out of her.

“I’m sorry- I can’t say. It’s a really sore subject for him and he’d kill me if anyone else knew.” Your best friend looked genuinely apologetic, and your heart sunk. It wasn’t like her to keep anything from you- even big secrets- but you decided not to pry. The thought of Ao’nung finding out and getting mad at Tsireya was not something you wanted to be the cause of. Still, you found yourself aching to know who he had his eye on. In all the time you had been around him, he’d never shown much romantic interest in anyone, so the mystery seemed impossible to even attempt to figure out.

“So… Atey’ete, huh?” Tsireya changed the subject, nudging you with an elbow and a small grin. You allowed yourself to fall into the easy conversation concerning your crush, hoping it would help you stop thinking about your best friend’s stupid older brother.

The next day seemed to drag on forever as your long-awaited date with Atey'ete approached. The two of you had agreed to meet on the beach a little bit before sunset, and though it was nearly dinner time, it felt like you still had years to wait.

"Ugh." You huffed quietly, fingers becoming tangled in one of the fishing nets you were helping Tsireya mend. You normally weren't too bad at weaving, but your nerves were getting the better of you. Tsireya giggled.

"Why don't we leave this for tomorrow and go get some dinner?" She suggested, offering you a sympathetic smile, though laughter danced in her eyes. You smiled back in spite of yourself, allowing a small laugh to escape your lips.

"Yes please." You wasted no time in dropping the half-fixed net and hastily cleaning up the area. Nothing was going to take your nervousness away, but Ronal's cooking had a particularly good effect on you even at the worst of times. You could have sworn you ate with Tsireya's family more often than your own.

As the two of you approached Tsireya's marui, you noticed Ao'nung leaning with his back against the outside wall, arms crossed and sporting his usual impassive expression. If you didn't know any better, you might have thought he was on the lookout for you and his sister.

"You know your friends aren't around, right? You can drop the whole 'I'm better than everyone else' act." You said, wanting to distract yourself from your flip-flopping stomach. Over the years you had learned that the best form of amusement came from riling Ao'nung up. When his ears flicked back in annoyance, you bit back a satisfied smirk. However, he was able to ignore the dig.

"Didn't think you'd be here tonight. Aren't you going to be late for a really lame date?" He asked coolly. Now it was your turn to be annoyed.

"Aren't you going to be late finding someone to be your mate? Oh wait..." You trailed off, pleased with such a quick and biting comeback. Something dark passed over his face before he narrowed his eyes.

"Very funny. Are you just bitter because he bailed on you?"

"We're not even doing anything until later, so keep dreaming." That was the best you could come up with as a slight inner panic seized you, amplifying your worry that Atey'ete would indeed bail on your date later. Similar occurrences in the past were enough reason to validate that, and Ao'nung knew it. In fact, most people seemed to know of your inability to be first choice. It stung, but you hurriedly swallowed the hurt, practiced in not thinking about it for too long.

"Grow up, brother." Tsireya finally said, shaking her head at him as you followed her past him and inside the marui. You heard him scoff behind you as he also ducked inside, the three of you taking your typical places among Ronal and Tonowari so you could eat together.

"What are the three of you bickering about this time?" Tonowari asked, an easy smile on his face.

Ao'nung was quick to answer. "I was just advising [Y/N] not to waste her time courting unworthy men." You and Tsireya rolled your eyes, holding in laughter. Ao'nung had a habit of talking himself up, especially to his father, and this time was no different. You didn't know how it was even possible to twist his snarky quips into something so dignified, but he always managed.

"Oh? And who is this unworthy man you are courting, [Y/N]?" Ronal gave you a knowing look, seeing through at least some of her son's thinly veiled attempt at saving face. You blushed deeply.

"Well, first, we definitely aren't courting," You started. "Atey'ete and I are just going out riding later."

"Oh! He's such a handsome boy!" Ronal exclaimed, nodding in approval.

"And an excellent young warrior." Tonowari chimed in, winking at you. You flushed again, fidgeting nervously with your fingers. Ronal continued to go on about your date, telling a story about some errand he had helped her with once, but it became difficult to pay her your full attention when you noticed the sour look that had settled on Ao'nung's face. In a matter of seconds, his self-assuredness had been replaced by intense irritation, his narrowed eyes downcast while he uncharacteristically picked over his food. You'd never seen him look so angry, and found yourself confused at how the topic of conversation had such an effect on him.

"Son?" Tonowari broke both of you out of your separate stupors, waiting patiently for Ao'nung to answer the clearly unheard question. The younger male carefully schooled his expression into something at least sort of neutral looking.

"Huh?"

"I was asking why you don't think Atey'ete would make a suitable mate for [Y/N]?"

Ao'nung suddenly choked on the bite of food he had just placed in his mouth, coughing as his eyed widened in shock. You were also rather shocked at Tonowari's question, though you hid it much better.

"M-mate?" Ao'nung finally managed, no longer coughing but still wearing the same stunned expression. "Don't you think it's a bit soon to be thinking about that? I mean, they probably haven't even talked to each other more than once!" His tone was laced with discontent.

"Well, you all are getting to an age where finding a mate is a priority. Even the beginnings of a courtship are to be taken seriously, Ao'nung." Ronal said patiently, though you could tell there was a double-meaning behind it, a bit more pressure to place on the shoulders of the eventual clan leader. You didn't think it was possible, but he looked even more annoyed than before.

"I know that. I was just saying I don't think they would be a good match." He grumbled. "I'm finished." He excused himself and quickly stood up before stalking outside. There was a tense moment of silence before Ronal spoke up.

"Please excuse him, [Y/N]. He has been having a hard time lately."

"Of course." You said politely, dipping your head down in understanding, though you were secretly perplexed and somewhat irked by his moodiness. You spent the rest of dinner no longer plagued by nervousness concerning Atey'ete, but rather entirely consumed by puzzling over Ao'nung and his strange behaviour.

After dinner you received a brief pep talk from Tsireya and an encouraging hug from Ronal before you set off to meet with Atey'ete. However, you couldn't seem to shake the conversation that had come up earlier. Ao'nung's childishness was confounding, certainly, but as you rapidly approached the date you’d once been over the moon excited about, you couldn't help but think of what Ronal and Tonowari had said about courting. They claimed that at your age it was serious- like had the potential to become mates serious- and that scared you more than you would like to admit. You'd spent so long being rejected by your male peers that when Atey'ete had approached you with interest, his ultimate intention never even crossed your mind. Why shouldn't I still be excited? You thought, trying to think of any logical reason as to why you were suddenly doubting this. Atey'ete was kind and thoughtful, funny and handsome; not to mention a well-respected member of the clan. If he was interested in you, why would you jeopardize it without reason?

As you waged your internal war, you grew increasingly annoyed, particularly at the fact that you kept picturing Ao'nung's face in the middle of it all. The way his lips curled into a frown at dinner. The spark of fire behind his eyes when the two of you had been trading insults beforehand. You wanted to bash a rock into your head to stop thinking about him. It wasn't even relevant to your current predicament! Ao'nung just had an infuriating ability to take up residence on your mind. So you decided to stop thinking entirely, becoming laser-focused on getting to the meeting place and not letting your mind wander anymore.

At first you were able to tell yourself that you were just early. The sky had only just become tinted an orangey pink when you arrived on the smooth stretch of white sand, finding a stray rock to sit and wait on. You had agreed to meet around sunset. It wasn't like it was an exact time.

When that excuse became irrelevant, you came up with the idea that Atey'ete was just running a little late. The sun was sinking closer and closer to the horizon line, the sky beginning to twist into hues of purple and darker blue. He led a busy life. He'd probably been caught up hunting later than usual.

But when the stars finally blinked into existence and the last sliver of light disappeared under the gentle ocean waves, you began to cry. It wasn't voluntary, and you tried to stop, but your efforts were in vain and you eventually allowed yourself to just stare at the waves lapping on the sand as hot tears trailed silently down your cheeks.

What was it about you that was so undesirable? And why did guys feel the need not only to reject you, but to rub salt in the wound by giving you hope in the first place? Whatever string that was holding you together seemed to fall away, your heart bleeding out of your chest onto your hands and legs and into the sand. You felt massacred in all but physical body, and you vowed that this would be your last heartbreak. Even spending the rest of your days alone seemed a better fate than this.

"I told you he was going to bail." You jumped at the suddenness of the low voice behind you, but instantly clocked who it was. Hostility and rage bubbled underneath your skin as you whipped your head around, baring your teeth in a silent hiss.

"Fuck off, Ao'nung!" You barked, not missing the brief worry that crossed his features as he assessed your condition. "You're the last person I want to talk to right now!"

"Really? I thought Atey'ete would be up higher on that list." He quirked an eyebrow.

"Don't be all King Ao'nung right now. I'm not in the mood for that version of you." You snipped, staring hard at him. He knew of the nickname you and Tsireya had for him, but he seemed surprised to hear you say it directly to him. It was usually a funny little joke, but all you wanted to do was direct your hurt onto someone else, and he happened to be the perfect target.

"Alright," His expression softened into something you hadn't seen in a long time. Something like pity. Maybe even something like empathy. "I'll be nice Ao'nung, then." He tentatively sat down beside you, his leg just barely touching yours. You tried to ignore the buzzing feeling that ignited in your stomach at the near contact.

"I didn't know nice Ao'nung still existed." You scoffed, pulling your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms around them, resting your chin on top of them as you fixed your gaze on the dark ocean in front of you. He was still staring at you.

"Nobody wants a soft clan leader, [Y/N]."

"Being nice and being soft are two different things."

"Maybe."

"Do you really think that people won't respect you if you drop the walls you've built around yourself?"

"You don't know what it's like."

"No, I don't. But I do know what it's like to look up to you. To watch as you try to live up to your birthright." Your eyes flicked back to meet his, surprised by the vulnerability etched on his face. You hadn't realized how much you missed the boy you once knew. "I know it's not easy to be under so much pressure, but you don't have to change yourself to fit into some mold of the perfect little prince." You held each other's gaze in silence for a short time before a smile crept onto Ao'nung's lips.

"When did you become so wise?" He asked, nudging you gently.

"I've always been wise, skxawng. You just never cared to notice." You teased, still unsmiling but feeling slightly better. Something about this real version of him set you at ease. Something about him made you feel good, even if you wouldn’t admit it.

"I notice more about you than you think..." He mumbled, the words barely audible to you. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, sure that you heard him wrong.

"What?"

"I asked how long you've looked up to me for." He lied, trying to divert the conversation back a bit, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks. You studied him with narrowed eyes for a few seconds before deciding to let it go. You were actually kind of enjoying the deep conversation.

"Since always, I guess." You shrugged. "You may have been Tsireya's annoying older brother, but you also used to be thoughtful. And funny."

"I'm not funny anymore?"

"Don't push it." You said, eliciting a deep chuckle from Ao'nung. You smiled a bit in spite of yourself. "I just mean that you weren't going to become the Olo'eyktan one day just because of who your parents are. I always thought you were meant to be a great leader. Because of who you are. Because you care about everyone way more than you let on."

"Don't push it." He mimicked, this time making both of you laugh.

"Just stop being such a jerk, alright? Then maybe it won't be so hard to find a girl to like you." You grinned at him, ignoring the dull ache in your chest that your words incited. Ao'nung, however, quickly dropped his smile and fixed his gaze to the ground. It only lasted a few seconds before he changed the subject, but you felt stupid for calling him a jerk.

"Are you okay?" He asked, catching you off guard. You'd become so wrapped up in the current conversation that you forgot what originally brought you there in the first place.

"Oh- a-about the whole date thing?" You let out a breathy laugh, disappointed to be returning to such a sore subject. Thankfully it didn't hurt quite so bad anymore, though. "Yeah, no, definitely! I didn't actually care too much anyway so... It's, um, it's whatever." You internally cringed at your attempt to sound nonchalant. Ao'nung clearly wasn't buying it, but he didn't seem to want to push it.

"He's a douche anyway." Ao'nung said. "Trust me, you don't want to be going out with him."

"I guess..." You trailed off, biting your lip as you felt a sudden boldness take hold of you. You knew he was just trying to make you feel better, but you couldn't hold back on what you were truly wanting to know. "Look, you're a guy, do you know what's wrong with me?"

"What?"

"I mean, there has to be something seriously off-putting or undesirable about me. We both know this isn't the first time I've been stood up. I just want to know what it is about me." The words came out rushed as your grew embarrassed about voicing your deepest insecurities, and to Ao'nung, nonetheless. He looked a little pale as he stared at you, searching your eyes.

"You think there's something wrong with you?" He breathed, sounding more like he was asking a rhetorical question than a real one. He seemed to be rapidly working something out in his head.

"Well, yeah. I know I'm not exactly the prettiest or the most talented woman in the clan, but after a while you get the impression that something's off when everyone else is getting into successful relationships but you. Guys barely even look at me anymore." You admitted, still regretting the conversation topic but pushing through anyway.

"Oh, shit." Ao'nung whispered under his breath, suddenly standing. You couldn't read his expression anymore as it became more complex, not to mention confusing. You knew it was an awkward thing to talk about, but this reaction seemed a little extreme.

"Where are you going?" You called after him as he began to rush away in the direction of his marui, appalled that he was leaving so abruptly. His answer was too quick and quiet for you to make out, so you just sat in stunned silence for a moment, watching as he eventually disappeared from sight. "Okay. Nice chat." You said, pressing your lips together, unsure of what to do next. And for the umpteenth time that day, you found yourself focused on thoughts of your best friend's brother, trying to fit another seemingly impossible piece of the Ao'nung puzzle together.

“[Y/N]!” Tsireya called upon catching sight of you. She quickly apologized to the group of friends she’d been standing with and took off toward you, catching up easily. You were on your way to mend some more fishing nets, and you didn’t slow down even as she fell into step with you. “Hey! Where have you been this morning? I couldn’t find you and I was about to force Lo’ak to start helping me search!” She laughed. Her easy joyfulness was infectious, but you had to settle for a small smile as the best you could do in response. You were still trying to work out your complex web of feelings from the night before, something you’d spent all morning avoiding everyone to do. You wanted to talk to her about it, but it felt impossible to lay out clearly.

“Sorry, Reya,” You apologized, offering her a sincere look. “I just needed some time on my own to think.”

“Oh… Things didn’t go as planned last night then?” She asked gently. You sighed, shaking your head before a breathy laugh escaped your lips.

“Definitely not. Unless you count being stood up again as a plan. Which I guess maybe I should have. It happens enough.”

“[Y/N]…”

“It’s okay, really, I’m used to it. Besides, your brother of all people came to the rescue.”

“W-what? Ao’nung was there?”

“Yes. I have no clue what he was doing out there, but we ended up talking for a while.” You explained, carefully examining her reaction. While she looked mostly surprised, there was something different, like worry, behind her eyes.

“What did you talk about?” Her response felt strangely eager, like she was looking for you to say something specific.

“Mostly him, actually. I finally had the guts to tell him off for acting like a jerk sometimes.” You started, briefly chuckling at the memory. “But then it got really weird. He was trying to make me feel better about Atey’ete, but I couldn’t stop myself from asking him what’s wrong with me… Y’know, because he’s a guy and I thought maybe he would know.”

“And? What did he say?”

“Nothing, really. He got really pale and started acting like he was in trouble or something. Just got up and left. Like I said, weird.”

“Oh.” Was all she said, her brows furrowed as if deep in thought.

“Yeah. And do you know what’s really crazy?” You went on, unable to stop yourself from expressing the thoughts you’d been obsessing over all morning. “What’s insane is that I got stood up again and all I’ve been thinking about since is your stupid brother, just trying to figure him out. And even worse? When I do think about Atey’ete, I feel... relieved,” You were full-on ranting now as Tsireya watched with wide eyes. “I’ve been trying all morning to understand it, but I’m just relieved that Atey’ete didn’t show up. And I haven’t been letting myself even consider it, but I think- I think it might be because of Ao’nung.” You finally said, almost shocked that you admitted it out loud. The two of you stopped walking as a charged silence filled the air.

“Ao’nung likes you too!” Tsireya suddenly blurted before quickly slapping her hand over her mouth in horror of the admittance. You froze, eyebrows shooting skyward as you felt the world around you come to a slow halt. The only thing you could manage to process was the slow blinking eyes of your best friend as she searched your face. “I shouldn’t have said that but it just came out.”

“What are you talking about?” You whispered in disbelief. She stared at you for a few more second before sighing, resigning herself to an explanation.

“I think it’s time you know, anyway.” She started. “Ao’nung’s the one who scares off any guy who shows interest in you. He used to claim it was because they weren’t good enough for you, but I finally got him to admit otherwise a few months ago. He likes you, [Y/N]. A lot. But he’s so dumb and won’t believe me when I tell him that you like him back-”

“Woah. I don’t think I would say that.” You interrupted, though a bloom of heat rushed to your face at the accusation. Tsireya just gave you a look, quirking one eyebrow.

“You may be able to hide it from yourself, but you can’t hide it from me.” She stated. “I hear the way you talk about him when you’re not on your guard. And I definitely don’t miss the way you stare at him when you think he’s not looking.”

The realization felt like a blow to the chest. She was right, after all. You had once acknowledged your crush on the boy before pushing it far down out of sight when you thought he could never see you that way. You figured you would always just be Tsireya’s annoying best friend in his eyes.

“Even if I do,” You reluctantly admitted. “That’s still crazy. He’s been scaring guys away instead of just asking me out?” You were just now processing the whole story, going back through every heartbreak and every time you thought something was wrong with you with the new knowledge that Ao’nung was behind it.

“Yeah, I know. I kept trying to tell him how badly it was going to blow up in his face, but he’s so stubborn.”

“Since when?” You changed the course of the conversation out of the blue, but Tsireya was quick to follow along with what you were asking.

“Since he completed his Iknimaya. But he’s been in love with you since we were kids, [Y/N]. He’s absolutely terrible at expressing it, clearly, but it’s true. I don’t think he’s ever even considered anyone else.”

Again, her words landed like a punch to the gut, though it mildly annoyed you that the feeling was less painful and more relieving, your stomach doing excited little flips at the thought of Ao’nung seeing you the same way you saw him. You had to work to reign in the giddiness racing through you. Ao’nung still had to face the consequences of being a total moron, after all.

“I’m going to talk to him.” You decided, looking to Tsireya to agree. She nodded her head.

"Good. I think he's just getting ready to go out hunting, so you'd better hurry." She gently pushed you in the direction of the reef. As you started to jog away she called, "Don't let him off easy, okay?" And a laugh escaped your lips.

"I definitely won't!" You assured her, though you knew it was going to be difficult considering the giddy excitement coursing through your veins.

Luckily, he was still on shore when the reef came into your view, looking to be repairing one of the fishing spears before he set off with the other hunters. You slowed to a walk as you approached, and he only looked up when you were mere feet away from where he sat in the sand. Your shadow fell over him and your crossed your arms as he looked up and met your eyes, doing your best to look at least a little mad.

"[Y/N], what are you-"

"Why did you scare Atey'ete into ditching me?" You questioned calmly, narrowing your eyes and shoving down a smirk as panic took over his features. The hunters who were in the vicinity went silent, turning their attention to you and Ao'nung. "Actually, I'd also like to know why you've done that to every guy whose ever been interested in me."

"W-what- How did you..." He trailed off, trying desperately to find the right words as he squirmed under your gaze. "Did Tsireya tell you that?" He seemed to finally come to his senses, looking around at all the amused eyes fixed on him. He quickly stood up and grabbed your hand, tugging you to a spot out of view of the others. The contact between your hands was like a spark of electricity, briefly making you forget why you were supposed to be mad at him. The momentary amnesia doubled when he stepped closer to you, staring urgently into your eyes.

"How did you find out?" He asked, bringing you back to reality as he let go of your hand. You shivered at the loss of contact.

"Doesn't matter. Just tell me why." You said quietly, not missing the way his expression shifted into one of chagrin. It almost made you laugh to see him looking so uncharacteristically sheepish, but you maintained your composure.

"I don't know." Was all he said, unable to meet your eyes anymore, kicking at the sand beneath his feet like a child. Your jaw tightened at his lame response. Now you really were annoyed with him.

"Okay, fine." You scoffed, turning to go. You weren't expecting him to be so guarded, and it hurt to know that he wasn't willing to admit his feelings for you even when you were so blatantly offering him the chance.

"Wait!" You felt his fingers wrap around your wrist, igniting that familiar spark of electricity again as he pulled you back before you could get too far. You turned to face him again, letting your disappointment show on your face. "I'm sorry," He sighed, shaking his head as if figuring out what to say next.

"Just forget about it, okay? You're clearly still too busy being King Ao'nung to take me seriously." You wanted to run away and hide for the rest of the day. Maybe the rest of your life. Tsireya seemed to have overstated his feelings for you, and it was hurting more with every passing second. The only thing still keeping you there was Ao'nung's gentle grip on your arm.

"I do take you seriously. And I want to talk to you- I just never know what to say."

"Well you could start with a genuine apology."

"I'm sorry," He stepped slightly closer, forcing you to tilt your chin up to meet his gaze. Your heart sped up. "I really am. And I know you have no reason to believe me because I've been acting like a jerk lately. And you have no reason to forgive me, either. It was really fucked up of me to do that- to threaten guys who were interested in you. I was always so jealous at how easily they got you to like them, and I wished you would look at me the way you looked at them, even just for a second. But I didn't want to hurt you, [Y/N]. I swear," A pained expression took over his face, and he shifted his grip on your hand so that your fingers were laced together. Warmth bled through his touch and set you at ease. "Last night was the first time I realized how badly it was affecting you. I always assumed you didn't care that much because you never showed it, but I realize now that was a stupid assumption. I was selfish, and I'm really, really sorry."

You stared into his blown pupils, not saying anything for a while as you processed his words. Since your original plan had been derailed, you had to work out what to do next.

"I wasn't mad when I got here." You said, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Ao'nung furrowed his eyebrows. "I mean, I was a little bit. I wasn't about to let you off for basically making me think I was unlovable for a while there." You smiled wider as Ao'nung cringed slightly. "But I wasn't mad because I was actually just relieved. Because for some Eywa forsaken reason I have this insane crush on you that I've been trying to get over for years, and even though I would never admit it, every time I got stood up I felt relieved that I wouldn't have to settle for someone I could never love." His eyes widened at your confession, and you wondered if he could hear how loudly your heart was beating.

"Oh Eywa, [Y/N], I'm so sorry that I made you think-"

"Are you seriously not taking your chance right now? I'm starting to doubt how much Tsireya told me you liked me..." You said, holding in a laugh as his eyes widened yet again. For a future Olo'eyktan, he was really dumb sometimes.

But all it took was that push from you and he was kissing you. Softly, at first, almost like he felt you were going to break, but when you fell into his body and wrapped your arms around his neck, he became more desperate, tugging gently at your bottom lip. His warm hands rested on your waist, pulling you flush against him. It could have been seconds or days before you pulled apart, panting and grinning like fools.

"Tsireya didn't exaggerate," He started, resting his forehead against yours as his thumbs caressed your sides. "I like you so, so much. I just never thought you'd feel the same. I always figured you just saw me as your best friend's older brother." He admitted and you chuckled.

"I thought you just saw me as your sister's best friend." This time the both of you laughed softly before he placed a quick kiss against your lips again.

"I see you." He whispered, and suddenly the world around you diminished, leaving only Ao'nung in front of you. You could hear the blood rushing in your ears and feel the slightly quickened heartbeat inside his chest, the points of contact between you like pieces of a puzzle fitting perfectly together.

"I see you." You finally said back, completely enraptured by the way he was staring at you, like you were the only person in the entire universe in that moment. You stood like that together for who knows how long, occasionally exchanging sweet kisses and blushing grins.

Finally, you decided to say something, "So how many guys did you have to threaten to stay away from me? Was it like, just a few, or are we talking about more of a whole line up?"

"Oh, please." He grinned, shaking his head as the two of you laughed.

"I'm just trying to make up for some lost self-esteem over the years, okay?" You chuckled, offering him a mischievous look.

"Alright, I get it. I probably deserve the guilt trip." He smiled, holding his hands up. "But I don't think you have anything to worry about when it comes to guys wanting you." He admitted, looking slightly annoyed at the thought. You gasped dramatically.

"So it was a whole line up! You must have been busy keeping them all away from me." You said proudly, earning an eye roll from him.

"Don't let it go to your head. Besides, it doesn't matter anyway."

"And why's that?"

"Because now you're mine." He hummed, suddenly using his loose grip on your waist to pull you closer and place his lips on yours once again. You smiled into the kiss. Maybe all that rejection was worth it after all.

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