#it's just kind of beautiful right and it sounds like it was before their friendship breakup
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Okay hear me out--
-Per The Living Force, Sifo-Dyas is a Seeker with a bad reputation for bringing in kids who "make poor candidates" for Jedi training
-Dooku trains Rael Averross as his Padawan, who, brought to the Temple at age 5, is the oldest child accepted to the Jedi before Anakin IS THIS ANYTHING????? Does Sifo-Dyas, super early in his Seeker career, get puppy-eyed by a hungry little street kid Rael and brings him home? The Council isn't too happy, leaning toward no, and Sifo-Dyas goes to his best friend about it? Is this the reason that in TPM, Qui-Gon thinks just demanding that the nine-year-old is his apprentice now is the way around the Council's decision that he's too old to be trained?? Council: We've decided and we're sorry, Sifo-Dyas, at five he's just too old to... Dooku: *lunging into the room* Dooku: ItakeRaelAverrossasmyPadawanLearner!!!! Council: Aren't you like 23?? Council: Also you can't take a five year old as Padawan??? Council: ...actually, this is a closed session, how did you even get in here?!
#sifo dyas#dooku#rael averross#star wars au#or is this a theory#star wars theories#as you can see I have accepted Seeker Sifo into the nest of my head canons firmly#it's just kind of beautiful right and it sounds like it was before their friendship breakup#Sifo: I brought you a baby to train!! :D#he knows Dooku's love language is training apprentices#âď¸âď¸âď¸#and sifo does has a canonical history of hearing the Council say no about something and going to Dooku instead
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close to you | l.n
summary: chemical override, ultraviolet, you could be mine tonight ; or having a crush is mind boggling, soul crushing and confusing, but also so exciting at the same time.
warnings: inspired by close to you by gracie abrams, friends to lovers (bc itâs my brand), pining, all the feels, reader is childhood best friends with pietra, fluff, and some language here and there
jordans notes: hi everyone! long time no see (đ
) iâm slowly getting back into writing, school has been kicking my ass. i donât think this is my best work, but i really wanted to get something out for you guys since ive been gone so long! i promise thereâs more to come than just this! i hope you all are well!! sending you all my love đ¤
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before you met him, you didnât think about the color green too often. it was one of those colors you didnât necessarily love or hate, it was just kind of⌠there.
to you, it was just one of those colors where shades of it were prettier than the actual color itself. or a color you only really liked during the fall. like how, typically, people only liked the color blue during the summer.
that was until you met him.
the boy with those big, beautiful, slightly blue but slightly green, water-colored eyes. now you love the color green. obsessed over it. thought about it every second of every day. it was crazy how a simple opinion could change in a matter of seconds, all because of those stupidly pretty eyes.
You lie awake on your back, staring at the ceiling. surely it wasnât normal to obsess over someone this much, right? especially over someone you werenât even sure would ever feel the same.
sure, you had crushes before, and had your fair share of falling quickly and all at once. it wasnât an unusual feeling to you, no stranger to catching feelings rather quickly.
but this time around, everything was different. everything felt more intense, more mind-boggling and confusing and pulse rising. the feeling so foreign that sometimes you wish you had never met him so you wouldnât have fallen so hard so sudden, but deep down you were so glad that you had.
it was the little things that made you wonder what it was like to be loved by him. the subtle glances in your direction, the gentle but lingering touches. you had thought you were going crazy, reading too much into things in the beginning. over-analyzing every little thing that made your body light up with excitement.
until pietra confirmed your suspicions.
âheâs totally into you,â she said, leaning closer to your ear as you watched him from across the room, his head tilted back, nose scrunched and eyes half shut as he laughed about something max had said, which was likely something stupid, âlike, one hundred percent, down bad, into you.â
you tilted your head at the blonde, âyou think so?â
she scoffed, âmore like know so,â
âwho told you?â
âno one has to tell me anything,â she said, âi can just tell.â
you rolled your eyes at her, âp, iâve told you a million times, heâs not into me.â
but she was right. he was one hundred percent, undoubtedly, down. fucking. bad.
ever since the moment he met you at that stupid pub with max and his group of friends, all he wanted to do was get to know you. he didnât want it to seem obvious when he asked max about you, but he knew no matter what he did it was going to seem obvious. just from the way he looked at you like you hung the stars in the night sky, he was no where near subtle.
he hated to admit it, but he had even done some lowkey instagram stalking through one of his private accounts. he had seen all the pictures of you and pietra, a life long friendship explained to him in front of his own eyes.
and every time his fingers would swipe through your account, all he could think about was how beautiful you were. how your eyes sparkled every time you smiled for the camera, how happy you looked when you genuinely laughed, and how he wished to be the reason behind the gorgeous sound forever.
he wasnât trying to make it obvious tonight, not wanting to make it well known that he had his eyes on you for a while. but he had lost track at the amount of times you had caught him looking at you, and he swore he had even caught you looking at him first a handful of times.
so when everyone in the house decided that it was the end of the night and started filing through the door, he took it upon himself to make his way over to you. you were talking with pietra, a smile on your face as you giggled about something she had said. the brazilian womanâs eyes landed on him, to which she looked back at you and said something before you turned to look in his direction.
he smiled when your eyes met his, âhey, did you need a ride home?â
your heart threatened to leap out of your chest, âuhm, i was just gonna call an uber, you donât have to-â
âno, no,â he said, shaking his head, âi insist, really. itâs not a big deal.â
how could you argue with him? those pretty green eyes, that smile, the face. you simply couldnât. it was impossible. you couldnât see the look pietra was giving you, but knowing her, you knew it was a look that said âgo with himâ.
and do you did, the cool, crisp autumn air in london suddenly making you wish you had brought a jacket. you had wished you planned for the nightly breeze, wishing you had opted for a long-sleeved shirt for the night instead of the spaghetti strap tank top you had chosen.
as you walked to the car that was parked down the street, he noticed you shivering. he saw the way you hugged yourself, your hair moving with the breeze. his curls danced in the wind and he knew if he was slightly cold, you were definitely freezing.
he tugged off the hoodie before passing it to you, the sound of the doors to the mclaren echoing before he turned to you.
âhere,â he said, âitâs a little windy out, i know youâre probably freezing.â
your stomach did backflips as you took the soft black material from his hands, âoh, are you sure? arenât you cold?â
he sent you a shrug, âiâll live,â
there was no use arguing with him, so instead you sent him another smile in appreciation before tugging the sweatshirt over your head. it was already warm from hugging his body, and you couldn't help the way the smell of his cologne lingered in the soft material. you had to keep yourself from burying yourself in it, the feeling of being close to him without actually being close to him sending butterflies to your stomach.
the car ride was filled with comfortable silence, music softly playing in the background. he stole occasional looks over at your figure as you looked out the window, the neck of his hoodie pulled up to your face as you watched the street lights pass by. you looked beautiful in the dim light, he couldnât help himself.
he thought about taking the long way to your house. a simple but effective way to be able to spend more time with you. however, the thought of you being confused and questioning his actions was enough for him to stay straight at the stop light instead of taking a right for the longer way.
he tried not to look disappointed when he reached your house, parking in front of it. he wondered if your roommates were home, if youâd tell them about the fact that he drove you home.
he turned the engine off, unclicking his seatbelt, âiâll walk you up.â
you nodded, the both of you getting out of the car and walking through the dewy grass up to the wooden door. you fished for your keys in your purse, putting them into the lock before turning to look at him, âthanks for the ride,â
âanytime,â he smiled. he meant it. and you knew he meant it. heâd come get you at anytime of the day, wether it was early in the morning or late at night, he was always going to show up.
you stood there, eyes searching his face. he was so pretty to you, the brown curls that were slowly growing into a mullet to the sparkling eyes that you loved so much. the dimples in his cheeks that appeared whenever he smiled, the slight facial hair he had managed to grow, but your favorite part was the moles and freckles that covered his skin. the ones he had once complained about, but you loved the way they scattered his skin.
you dreamt of kissing each and every single one of them.
âhey, lando! long time no see!â
you both averted your attention, neither of you hearing the door open behind you. in the doorway stood your dark haired roommate, faith.
âhey,â he smiled softly, trying once again to not look disappointed from the way your moment was interrupted.
âweâre having drinks and watching movies if you wanted to join,â she smiled, ignoring the look you were sending her way.
âoh, uhm,â he started, not sure how to answer, âitâs getting kinda late, i dunno-â
âyou can crash in y/nâs room, im sure she wouldnât mind.â
what was that supposed to mean?
you looked over at him, âyou donât have to stay-â
âheâs been gone for weeks, heâs legally obligated,â she said, reaching from the doorway and grabbing both of your arms, âcâmon, liv is making martinis.â
you sighed heavily and he laughed softly at your protest that went unnoticed by her. your other roommate, olivia, stood in the kitchen.
âlook who i found!â faith exclaimed excitedly.
âoh, hey guys! just in time,â she smiled, âitâs martini and movie friday!â
lando leaned over to you as the other two talked, âthey do this every friday?â
you sighed again, nodding, âunfortunately,â you turned to your roommates, âweâre gonna head up to my room, actually,â
you led lando to the stairs, ignoring the playful teasing from the girls in the kitchen, âoooh!!â
âup to your room, huh?â
you shook your head, opening your bedroom door and letting him in before closing it, ââm sorry for them, theyâre��� how do i put this?â
âa lot?â he asked, a smile playing at his lips.
âyeah, we can put it that way.â
he chuckled, sitting down on the bed as you put your things down. he looked around your bedroom, not much had changed since the last time he had been in it. the fairy lights dimly lit up the room, photos littered the walls. the desk that sat in the corner of the room kept your makeup bag and brushes, a mirror sitting in the middle.
he looked at your nightstand, a picture of you, him, max and pietra sitting on the wooden surface. it was a picture from miami, smiles on all of your faces. you stood in the middle, arm wrapped around his middle as you smiled for the camera, his trophy in the hand that wasnât wrapped around your middle.
âiâm gonna change,â you said, âi might have a pair of your sweatpants somewhere if you wanted to change.â
he nodded, âyeah, thatâd be great.â
you turned back to the dresser, opening drawers in search for the pair of sweatpants he leant you one day. the same day he picked you up from the failed date. the one that left you crying outside, swearing up and down that youâd never find love. despite it being in front of you this entire time.
finally finding the black material, you handed them to him, âi meant to give them back, but i just havenât seen you,â
he shook his head. you couldâve kept them forever and he wouldnât have minded one bit, âitâs alright,â
you grabbed your pajama bottoms from the foot of the bed, âbe right back.â
he changed into the sweatpants while you were gone, still looking around your room. he smiled at the picture of you and your roommates, clearly taken at a party. you wore the prettiest smile he had ever seen, dressed in a black off the shoulder top. it was from the same night he realized he liked you in more than just a friendly way.
the door opening brought him back to reality, his eyes landing on your figure and how you were still wearing the black hoodie he had given you earlier. it brought a small smile to his face.
you noticed his eyes on you, looking down at the black hoodie, âi swear iâll give it back once i wash it.â
he laughed softly, shaking his head, âitâs okay. it looks better on you anyways.â
you smiled, fighting the heat that was rising your cheeks but it was no use. he joined you on the bed, watching as you flipped through different things on netflix.
âyou donât have to stay, yâknow,â you said, looking over at him, âif you have better things to do..â
âi donât,â he said, turning his head to look your way, âin all honesty, thereâs no where else iâd rather be.â
you sucked in a breath, your eyes dancing across his face once again. it was hard for you not to stare, not when he looked so pretty like this. back pressed against your headboard, hair slightly messy, and he looked so cozy. it made you want to wrap yourself around him, lay your head on his chest.
he did the same, his eyes scanning your face like he was trying to memorize every single feature, every single imperfection that he thought was still perfect. the same ones youâd argue about, but he still always found adorable.
his voice broke the comfortable silence that had fallen between the two of you, âdo you ever have something to say but canât find the words to say it?â
your furrowed your eyebrows, âlike?â
he licked his lips, his attention now fixed on his hands as he fiddled with the ring on his middle finger. you never thought heâd be the type to get shy, almost embarrassed as his cheeks turned a light shade of pink.
âlike, i dunno,â he mumbled, âi just.. i donât know how to put it, but ever since the moment we met, iâve found myself just.. thinking about you. thinking about what itâd be like to cross this weird, thin, little line weâve drawn. if we both just said âfuck itâ and dove head first into whatever uncharted territory weâre tiptoeing around.â
his eyes met yours again as he let out a nervous breath. you hadnât realized you had been holding yours, shock clearly written on your face which made him shake his head.
ânever mind, itâs dumb-â
âlando,â
â- i knew i shouldnât have listened to what max was going on about-â
you rolled your eyes as he kept blabbering away, talking nonsense. your body moving before your brain could comprehend what you were about to do, only catching up when your hands met his jaw and you were suddenly catching yourself a mere few inches from his face.
it was too late now, no going back.
you pulled his face closer to yours, his blabbering coming to a halt when you pressed your lips to his. his brain short circuited, you pulling away before he had the chance to kiss you back.
ââm sorry,â you immediately apologized, âi donât know why i did-â
it was his turn to cut you off now, grabbing your chin and pulling you back to his lips. his thumb traced along your jaw, his pointer finger sitting underneath your chin.
you kissed him back after a second of surprise, letting his free hand reach down to grab your hip, pulling you on top of his lap. your hands threaded through his curls, nails scratching his scalp.
when you both finally pulled away, all you could do was smile. giggles and chuckles echoing through the room as you both sat breathless, his nose bumping yours as he tucked a piece of stray hair away from your face.
âso weâre in agreement then, huh?â he asked.
âisnât that obvious?â you smiled and he shook his head, letting out another boyish laugh.
âhow long have you.. yâknow, had feelings for me, i guess?â
âsince the minute i saw you,â he confessed, âyou were the most beautiful girl in the room, a smile that would make everyone stop and stare. itâs always been you, iâve just been too scared to tell you.â
you smiled again, heart fluttering in your chest. all the dreams and wishes you spent with him on your mind, it was all finally paying off, âitâs always been you for me, too. i thought i had been way too obvious, but clearly i wasnât obvious enough.â
âwe were both too oblivious,â he said, moving more hair from your face, âbut itâs okay, weâre here now.â
you were convinced your smile was never going to be wiped off your face, âkiss me again,â
âwith pleasure,â he mumbled, lips finding yours once more as you melted into him.
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Fan Zone Fanatic - Lando Norris x Anxiety! Reader
Plot: You love taking the F1 bracelets off of fans because you will play with them whenever you get anxious and they are a source of comfort for you now.
(I literally do this with my bracelets lmao)
One thing you absolutely adored was fan interaction. As much as you got really anxious in large crowds with overstimulating sounds and smells, you loved helping give gifts to Lando and guide him to younger fans with caps pushed to the back and hold his own hand for comfort when he too got overwhelmed from the amount of people yelling his name.
Right now you were at the gates to the paddock and you were walking through hand in hand with Lando. When you saw a load of fans at the entrance.
âLando! Landoâ
âCome sign my helmet pleaseâ
âLando I have something for youâ
âY/Nâ
Loads of voices came at one, you smile at Lando and nod your head over to the fans starting to drag him over to the fencing.
âOmg Y/Nâ one cries handing you a pretty generic McLaren hat, you take it to pass to Lando until she shakes her head.
âI want you to sign it! Iâve already got Landosâ she smiles and you laugh, loving that people wanted your signature too.
âAre you sure? I donât want to ruin it!â You smile kindly at her and she nods again. You sign it and then she pulls a clip of the friendship bracelets out.
âPlease take oneâ she smiles and beofre you know it, you have loads of girls gifting you friendship bracelets off their bags.
Before you know it, you have all sorts of bracelets covering your arms.
There was mainly Lando and McLaren ones, but a few Chili or Enjoy the butterflyâs ones snuck their way onto your wrist that when you were showing Lando all of them once you got into the paddock he was laughing so hard.
âI think my fans love you more than they love me if Iâm being honest, theyâre always so sweet and respectful to youâ he smiles as he shifts through the bracelets before he finds one with your name on it that he takes off your own wrists and places it on his own. âThis one im keepingâ he comments.
âI think I might head to the fanzone today, deck myself out in McLaren merch and just see what happensâ you grin and he looks at you with a furrowed brow.
âAre you sure baby? I donât think thatâs a great idea, youâve never experienced the fans without a barrier or anything âŚâ he offers and you nod your head knowing what your getting yourself into.
âI know but I want to interact and Iâm kind of obsessed with these bracelets now and I kind of want more of them!â You nod having made up your mind fully with a small smile matching it.
âOkay baby, but just keep one of the security with you. Just so they can help you out if needed. You donât have to walk with them but just keep them close yeah? Take Dave, you like Dave right?â Lando says immediately concerned about you.
âIâll take Dave just for youâre own piece of mindâ you tease lightly nudging him before you take his team hat and grab one of his spare team tops.
âHow do i lookâ you say with a twirl before ending with a hand in your hip.
âBeautifulâ Lando mutters with heart eyes as he looks over at you.
Lando if he was being honest, never had it so good. You were literally perfect in his eyes. You treated him so well, and there wasnât a singular moment he didnât feel lucky to experience the weird and wonderful phenomena we call life.
âStop it, youâre making me blushâ you comment and he just laughs before kissing your cheek and sending you off.
âDonât be gone too long okay! And check in with me! Please?â He asks.
âOoooo wait can I buy some hats and get you to sign them please?!? I can hand them out in exchange for braceletsâ you grin and before you know it youâve got Lando signing as many hats as you could possibly fit in one bag.
He ended up signing 60 hats in the span of 20 minutes which is pretty impressive, considering he has to break to make out with you for 5 of those. Lando was an exceptionally clingy boyfriend.
Eventually you leave waving goodbye to him and smiling.
You walk out of the paddock entrance and around to the main gate. Where youâve got the sunglasses and baseball cap on, itâs kind of hard to notice who you actually are so you were pretty confident that you could walk through pretty happily.
You noticed Dave, not too close and not too far. You walked into the fan zone seeing all the stools and shops with merch from different teams and the smell of the greasy hot dogs and chips.
You were just walking looking through one of the McLaren stands and about to pick up a Lando Norris t-shirt when a small tap was felt on your thigh. You turn round seeing a little girl, maybe 6 or 7.
âHiyaâ you smile and the mum asks if you want to trade bracelets. You nod happily and show her your arms of the ones you had and she sees the LN4 one with his helmet design.
âOh thatâs a good one, Landos helmetâ you grin and smile at her kindly taking it off your own wrist and putting it around hers.
âWoah you have so manyâ you laugh lightly seeing up to her elbows covered in them.
âTake two if you would likeâ the mum smiles and you nod.
âWhy donât you choose one for me, and then Iâll choose another one?â You ask the young girl and she nods excitedly looking over her arms before picking out a Max one.
âMax huhâ you grin taking the MaxV33 off her and pulling it around your own wrist.
âI think Iâll take this one too, my goal today is to get one of every driverâ you smile and she grins seeing you take the Zhou Guanyu one.
âI also have something I want to give you from Landoâ you grin and she looks excited.
You pull out the signed hat and she squeals, looking over the signature.
âThank you thank you thank you!â She grins and pulls you into a hug. You laugh back and go to offer the mum one, but she politely shakes her head.
âKeep them for the youngstersâ she smiles and you nod. The little girl finally lets go and hands the old hat back to her mum before putting the new signed on.
âAwww look at that! You look so cool!â You exclaim and the girl giggles more.
You say goodbye and get back to shopping. You end up buying an overpriced Lando top despite you wearing official staff uniform as of right now and thank the very shocked worker who asks for you picture once youâve payed. You offer her a hat but refuses as she got one earlier before her shift from the paddock entrance.
You head into the heart of the fanzone where the sims are and all the other interactive stuff they put on for the fans. You can hear music from the massive stage, which is slowly starting to fill up.
20 minutes until Ferrari on stage.
1 hour till McLaren on stage. You knew you were going to go there for the McLaren one.
âY/N?â You hear from you far left and see 3 girls with two guys behind them.
You smile happily jog over to them.
âHey!â You grin and one of the girls squeals.
âDo you want some of our bracelets we brought way to many!â The girls admit showing you their bags full of the beaded bracelets.
âHow long did this take you guys! These are incredibleâ you smile looking at all the different colours and types and the fact some had crystals on them. And all the funny messages rather than drivers names.
âOh itâs nothing, just something we like to do in our free time!â One of the girls nods.
âTheyâre lying it took them days to prepare these for the raceâ one of the guys admits and you nod knowing that was far more accurate.
âHow many can I take?â You ask looking at them, it was strange because even though these girls looked in their teens and younger than you they were all a lot taller than you. Making you feel kind of strange looking upwards at almost all of them.
âAs many as you wantâ you start to look through. You burst out laughing at one that says Muppet 1 and Muppet 2 in one of the girls bags.
âCan i take both and give one to Lando so weâre matchingâ and she nods enthusiastically at the thought of Lando himself having one of her bracelets.
âOmg yes! Please please! Do you erm speak to any of the other drivers?â She asks and you nod, you were close with loads of the drivers. Especially their girlfriend as you were a social floater, sometimes you went out shopping with Alexandra, Charles girlfriend. Or going for brunch with Carmen, golfing with Lily or out to dinner with Oscar and his Lily.
âI do, why do you want me to give something?â You ask politely and she nods handing you a T-shirt. You open it up to see a funny print of George Russell T-Posing.
âIâll make sure when I get back to the paddock to give this to Georgeâ you smile and she thanks you profusely.
You got to the next girls bag and find a Yuki Tsunoda One, and a Lando one that was of his Miami win. It had a little palm tree dangly on it and you knew you just had to take it.
And in the last one you picked out a Charles Leclerc and Ferrari one.
âThis may seem rude but I donât want to trade to many bracelets off, I want to keep as many as possible but I have other giftsâ you smile and pull 5 signed caps out the bag handing one to each of them.
âTheyâre signed by Landoâ you smile and they all looked shocked and one almost starts to tear up.
âCan I hug you?â One of them asks before you nod and pull her into a hug. You get a group photo before they run off all having really happy faces.
This is why you were so happy to do this, just seeing that smile on random peoples faces knowing youâd made them feel like that was so rewarding.
You walk to the sim racers and see loads of people on them, trying to get in good laps. You were utterly hopeless on Landos at home so there was no way you were trying it here and making a fool out of yourself.
âGirlie! You want a bracelet!â A voice from behind you says and you turn to look.
A girl comes running up to you, showing the clip of beads in front of you.
The afternoon continued like that. You took bracelets and gave people hats in exchange for them. You were thankful nobody had posted the pictures youâd taken with them yet, so it still didnât feel like you were having people actively come try and find you.
You make your way to the stage seeing itâs pretty empty now that Ferrari have gone and you stand right by the fence where Lando will be able to see you. Thereâs two guys in McLaren hats next to you, one in a Lando one and one in a Danny Ric one.
âDamn thatâs some fossil merchâ you joke and they turn to look at you seeing youâre get up. They laugh and nod explaining how they live McLaren but Danny is their driver.
âWho do you support?â One of them asks before his mate bursts out laughing.
âDude that Landoâs girlfriendâ the other one with the DR3 McLaren hat laughs. And you laugh with him before the guys fully takes a look over you and flushes Red.
âIâm so so sorryâ he says.
âItâs fine, but of course my driver is Yuki Tsunodaâ you tease and they both laugh. You have a nice conversation with them, youâd get Lando to sign their hats when he was on stage.
The guys were really nice, just asking you questions about the paddock on racing and how long youâd followed the sport and it was nice just talking.
However the more people started to fill up the more you got anxious. Unconsciously your hand started to fiddle with the bracelets, lightly snapping them against your skin or pushing the beads from one place to another. The feeling giving you a certain kind of comfort to stimulate you enough that it was a distraction from all the noise around you.
All of a sudden the music gets louder beofre Naomi Schiff comes out to introduce the drivers to the now packed in crowd.
âHello, how are we all feeling out there? Little warm today isnât it. Weâll all of you keep hydrated nearest water station is up to your rightâ she indicates.
âNow without further or do, letâs find your drivers. Here for McLaren, Oscar Piastri and LANDO NORRISâ she calls and both the papaya boys come jogging out onto the stage.
âHello Lando, Hello Oscar, how are you guys today?â She asks and both of them nod.
âYeah really good, itâs pretty warm but weâre excited to be hereâ Lando says and Oscar nods in agreement.
âYes, I think Iâve drunk 3 big bottles of water and two cans of monsterâ Oscar jokes and everyone in the crowd laughs.
âEnjoy the summer break?â She asks and they both nod.
âYeah I got to spend lots of time with my girlfriend in England, and we âŚâ Oscar starts but is interrupted by Lando.
âOooo girlfriend, your girlfriendâ Lando teases making Oscar go bright red in embarrassment.
âSays you, you wouldnât shut up about Y/Nâ Oscar pushes back making Lando just laugh. The boys beside you starts whopping and cheering your name trying to point you out and draw attention to the fact your here.
People start to catch on and help to point you out, making you duck your head down in embarrassment as you laugh.
âOh look Lando weâve got some fans calling your name over here, oh wait. Is that ⌠Lando is that Y/Nâ she says holding her que cards above her head to stop the glare of the sun to her eyes so she can get s better look at you.
You smile and wave being very familiar with the woman.
âOh youâre right, give it up for Landos girlfriend everyoneâ Naomi cheers and you blush.
âHi babyâ Lando smiles shyly waving at you making you wave back.
âWait did you chance tops?â He laughs seeing you now in the Lando Norris official team t-shirt. You nod and he just laughs shaking his head.
Before you know it heâs jumped down and is coming over to you. He pulls you into a hug, before signing some stuff around you and going back up to where Oscar is.
âWell, what did you do over the summer. You and Y/N were very present onlineâ she adds knowing you always loved to post online what you and Lando did as it served as memories to share with a wider community.
Also a lot of what you posted have the fans a fix of their delulu needs which you were always happy to do.
âWe want to Boa Vista and then we saw Martin Garrix a good friend play in Ibiza, we saw some of the other drivers there too. Went to a Taylor Swift concert, went to Bali and now weâre back here and racingâ he grins and you smile at the thought of the summer holidays with Lando.
âAwww well sounds like you had a lovely time and youâre nice and relaxed ready to get racing again. How does it feel knowing how close you are to a championship with Max?â She asks and he nods.
âLooking for a good result this weekend but with my lucky charm here Iâm hoping for a winâ he nods and after some more questions posed to Oscar and Lando people start to leave the minute they are off the stage.
You keep a hold on one of the bracelets going behind the stage to where Lando is waiting for you. Dave helps you get past the majority of the crowd who some ask for pictures with you and more bracelets are given to you.
You round the corner into the VIP second and a Lando immediately comes up to you wrapping you in a hug.
âThat was nice seeing you it there, but I was terrified the whole time with how cramped in you all lookedâ he admits as he kisses your temple.
âLook how many bracelets I got! Oooo look I have one for you too, a matching one with meâ you grin and hand him the muppet number 1 and show him your muppet number 2.
âThese are brilliant. Iâm happy you enjoyed yourself.â He smiles and walks you over to the car to take you to the paddock.
Going forward you actually wore those bracelets given to you all the time. You and Lando wore the muppet ones everyday but you would change up which ones youâd wear on your other wrist each day but you always made sure you had one especially when you knew it was going to be an anxiety filled day.
The fans would never know how much these bracelets meant to you but you were so thankful.
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đş Ë ŕŁŞ ŕżŕž I WANNA BE YOURS | percy jackson x gn!reader
percy jackson looks at you like you were the one who put the stars in the sky.
the son of poseidon gazes at you with so much awe and admiration in his eyes that most people would think you had just defeated a minotaur with your bare hands, or cured cancer or saved the world from total destruction, something that would be remembered for centuries to come. but in reality, all you did was toss a few nuts to the squirrels that scurried around camp. percy jackson looks at you in such a way that even aphrodite herself would point and squeal.
though, he'd never admit to that. the only telltale sign of his infatuation is the rosy tint that creeps up the tips of his ears every time you you pass by, and his lips that struggle to stay in a straight line whenever you flash him that smileâthe one that makes his heart leap up and into his throat. even after four years of friendship, percy still hasn't figured out how to sit next to you and not be totally in love with everything you do.
it's as though you have some sort of magic power over himâa power that he's powerless to resist. and as much as he'd like to deny it, he secretly revels in the feeling.
but percy jackson would never confess his desires for youânot when kronos is still actively seeking to wipe out the demigod population. he can't afford to display any signs of weakness.
but it's worth it, he thinks, to risk everything just to wrap his arms around you and plant a kiss on your lips that would set the world on fire. yet he knows he can'tânot without endangering you. not without putting you in harm's way. so why is it so unbearable to imagine life without you, when you were never really his to begin with?
and in those moments, when his mind is consumed with thoughts of you, memories of your touch and your gaze playing on repeat in his mind, he's left thinking, 'did i imagine it?' did he dream up the way your touch lingered on his arm as you adjusted his armor? the way you looked at him across the dining pavilion before turning away, as if you'd been caught in the act of something secret and sweet? he must have, right? because you would never look at someone like him with such tenderness. not at someone hot-headed and impulsive, someone with so many rough edges. no, you couldn't have looked at him like that. it must all be in his head.
you couldn't have looked at him the same way he looks at you.
despite his best efforts to conceal it, percy's convinced that everyone can see right through him. he knows that everyone can see right through him. the teasing from his fellow campers has been relentlessânicknames hurled his way, each one more unflattering than the last. romeo, hopeless romantic, loverboy..
loverboy.
he's no loverboy. not some kind of lovesick puppy at the mercy of some unattainable crush. no, that nickname is only reserved for the truly whipped, those who are wrapped around someone's finger, glued to their side at all times. he's no..
and then his head snaps up at the sound of your voice, suddenly alert. and there you are, all dazzling and gorgeous, a beacon in a sea of identical orange t-shirts and jeans. you stand out as though a spotlight has been trained on you alone. which is weird because to most people you're just another camper. albeit, an incredibly beautiful camper, but still, just a camper. so why is he so infatuated with you, specifically?
maybe he is a loverboy.
the realization hits him like a ton of bricks, and he almost groans out loud. can't he just carve his heart out and be done with it at this point? isn't that what the poets do?
but since he never really cared for those dead old men taught in school, like edward allan poe or whatever his name was, he'll settle for just daydreaming now. he'll settle for stolen glances across the room and the brush of your hands as you reach for a book. he'll settle for relishing in your little touches and how your lips shine in blueberry chapstick until he's ready. he'll admire the curve of your nose and the triumphant hugs you give him after your team wins capture the flag. he'll settle for it until it's not enough anymore. he'll settle for it until he needs more.
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I... *deep sigh* I got an online dating app again (gay this time, not tinder again lol) for a couple different reasons. But I still don't get it. I enjoy talking to some of the people, it's just kinda fun get to know you stuff. Mostly I've been talking about anime or fantasy or cosplay, all stuff I like and it's cool to find so many people around me who are gay and into that stuff too! But like. I don't really have feelings about any of these people beyond maybe "nice!" or "attractive!" which to me aren't really special feelings? or idk actionable feelings? Like those feelings don't make me want to flirt with them or go on dates with them or do ~things~ with them. But I guess that's enough for other people? Because some of them have flirted with me or literally asked if I wanted to learn carpentry from them while they build a bed for their friends kid (which. one very gay. two that sounds very cool) but we literally started talking like an hour ago?? You are already telling your friends about me? Straight up told your friend I was sweet and respectful??? I am so confused.
#i don't know anything about youuuuu#i don't know how your voice sounds or what you laugh like#i don't know your favorite food or your pets names or where you went to school#or what you want to do with your life#i haven't done anything with you like hang out at a pool or gone on a hike or pulled an all nighter with you#or seen your house or know if you match your socks or have sensory issues or how you like to dress#or literally anything i know about my friends#and i don't know how i am supposed to have feelings about you just from this#sometimes it's hard for me to have noticeable feelings about people i have been CLOSE friends with for years#it's not that i don't want those feelings or that i don't ever want to be in love#but am i supposed to be crushing on you already???#that has literally only happened to me like once in my life and it was with a girl i actually saw irl!#(the most beautiful girl in the world tbh but sadly i never spoke with her because i was terrified đ rip)#but everyone else i have (maybe... kind of debatable) had a crush on has been on someone I have known for at minimum a year first#i don't understand this 'catching feelings' thing. and I feel bad#like I am giving them these tepid lukewarm responses to their flirting but it's not that i don't like them! I just don't feel like that yet!#and I wouldn't be on this app but I am.. lonely isn't the right word... yearning? no. umm Idk I want to kiss someone. horny? đ#also not the exact right vibe... Idk I just want to be gay with someone and friends and hang out at each others homes#and watch anime together and make out. I want experiences that I haven't ever had before.#I want to get my turn at having the highschool friendship/relationship that I didn't get to have#and I don't know how to get this any other way#(yes i have had friends flirt with me.. sometimes VERY explicitly. you know who you are if you read this. but#sorry I'm not into you like that đ which tbh I think u are joking anyway so đ)#and so like preferably I would start this whole thing from a point of friendship but I don't have that so like...#my options are apps or irl and that is terrifying and I have zero clue how that works at all. I feel like it involves me going to a bar#and that's so scary#so here i am. idk
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Hii can you write where james and reader are both the only virgins in the group so decided to do it together to get it over with but then they started to do it more often bcs james is absolutely obsessed with her.
thank you for requesting, i hope you like this! requests are open!!
james potter x fem!reader, nsfw
becoming experts
james thinks maybe he should be embarrassed.
here he is, knocking on your door, standing at your doorstep with your favorite dessert in his hand. this is the third time in this week, and it won't be the last. he fixes his posture, puts a little smile on his face, and knocks on your door again. he is fine.
you open the door, wearing only your sleep shorts and a little tank top, which is both a blessing and a curse for james's poor heart. your hair seems a little messy, your face without any make up, and you look beautiful. your lips curve upwards when you see james at your doorstep, you are quick to pull him inside.
"hi, sweetheart." james says as he steps inside. "i hope this is not a bad time."
you look at him like he's said the silliest thing in the world. "come on, jamie, you know there's no such a thing as bad time for you."
"yeah, yeah, i'm glad." why is he acting so out of character? suddenly he's shy, blushing when you point at his hand.
"is that for me?" you ask, kind of shy but more comfortable than him.
he nods. "of course, there you go."
he gives you the box and you take it with a huge smile on your face. "thank you!"
james's heart takes a leap.
you lead him inside, your little living room looks cozy with all those blankets spread on your couch and the warm air covering the room. you take the dessert with two spoons, sitting on the couch and inviting james next to you. he takes off his jacket and kicks his shoes, sits next to you, hoping to be less awkward in the next moments of this act.
"would you like something to drink?" you ask.
james shakes his head. "no, maybe later."
you nod, taking a spoonful of your dessert. "this is perfect. literally the best thing in the world, thank you so much."
james laughs. "you're welcome, angel."
you look at his unused spoon. "why don't you eat?"
he doesn't know. his mouth is dry, he should get a grip on himself. "i'm-"
your lips look perfect around that spoon.
"you've got chocolate- here." he leans into your space slowly.
you smile, his fingers cup your cheek. "this is so cliche."
"you think so?" he whispers.
"you know," you begin. "if you want to kiss me, all you have to do is ask."
james leans back on the couch, suddenly free of shyness to jump on the opportunity. "what if i want more than just a kiss?"
"i'm sure we can do something about that." you take another spoon of chocolate sauce.
"oh, baby." james says, pulling you to his lap. "come here."
your hands are empty, you move quickly to him. your legs are on each side of his thighs and you sit gently. "how do you feel?" he asks, holding your hands.
"i'm fine. really, really good."
"you sound unnaturally teasing. i thought that was supposed to be me."
you shrug. "i don't know, you act weird today. it's not like this is the first time we're being this close."
the best night of james's life was probably the night he'd spend at your apartment, in your bed. you were naked, so was he, the wine was kicking like a liquid courage as you had sex for the first time. you could expect weirdness between you two, you were both each other's first time and you had been friends for years, but it never happened. it felt so good and so right, james lost himself between your legs and you made sounds that you've never made before.
you were both inexperienced, subject of sirius's little teasings and remus's sympathetic looks when it comes to stuff about sex. you don't know how did things happened as they have that night, but suddenly you were kissing james. you could be afraid if this would ruin your friendship but at that moment everything was so good, you could never imagine the act could ever feel like this.
since that night, james had been to your apartment once more. he was just trying to make sure everything's okay between you and your friendship still stands. then, he was taking off his clothes and you were leaning towards him. you took his cock in your mouth for the first time and james forgot everything except your name.
now, here you are, trying to balance yourself on james's lap, keeping yourself still to not press against him. "james," you say. "it's okay. i- i want you too."
james throws his head back, his hands still holding yours. he looks at you through his glasses and smiles. "i just want you to feel good."
"i'm always feeling good when i'm with you." you say, honestly. "i think we fit each other really well and i- i want it, with you."
"yeah?" james pulls you closer. "you want it, pretty girl?"
you nod. james continues. "i guess we've got addicted." he says like it's a secret. "but that's okay. we can keep going as long as you're good with it."
you start the kiss and james exhales, finally. he cups your cheeks, angles your neck to deepen the kiss. you taste sweet, he licks the chocolate left on your lips. you whimper quietly, feeling him harden under you. this is good, you think. this is so perfect, it doesn't feel any wrong.
james's hands go to your back and he rubs your skin affectionally. he breaks the kiss to brush his lips on your pulse point. you take a breath, holding onto his shoulders. "james." you say. "i wanna go to bed."
he obliges, lifts you easily, and carries you to your bedroom. he is gentle when he puts you on bed, you are quick to take off your clothes. you are not shy to be naked around him, he makes you feel safe. you throw your clothes somewhere on the floor and settle down on bed, watching james.
he looks at you, eyes focused, and mouth slightly open. is he dreaming? this surely is better than any dream, you are lovely as you lay there and wait for him.
he doesn't intend to tease you or make you wait. you've been so honest and sweet with him, you deserve to get what you want. james makes a quick work of his clothes, leaving everything on the floor until he is bare in front of you. he gets on his knees on bed and reaches you. you part your legs obediently, without expecting a word from him.
"you're so pretty, sweetheart." james says, fondly. "you know that, right?"
you squirm under his hands. "jamie, please."
"you should know that." he says, kisses your chest. "you should be aware of the power you have on me."
you shake your head. "it's mutual, and you're being silly."
"let me be romantic for a second, yeah?" he kisses your perked nipple. "fuck, gonna give you everything you want."
"please." you say, losing your breath when he sucks your nipple. he likes using his mouth on you, you realize. he slowly goes down on your body and you laugh when he kisses below your belly button.
"tickles?" he asks, ever so playful.
you nod. "will you do it again?"
he answers by kissing the same spot over and over, turns you into a mess under his mouth. his fingers are quick to touch your cunt, he collects the wetness that starts pooling and rubs it all over. "will you let me taste you?" he asks, begging for a yes. "i wonder if you taste so sweet everywhere."
"you- i guess you can, if you want." you arch your back, subtly press your cunt against his mouth.
"if i want? i'm dying for it."
he buries his face between your legs, tries to get directing noises out of you. he's not experienced but he finds himself to be a quick learner when it comes to you. he licks the wetness out of you and pushes his tongue inside. you wrap your legs around his neck, the sensation is so strange but suddenly it starts feeling good. you remember the second time you had sex and how you felt insatiable to take his cock in your mouth. he must feel that way right now, you think, because he never stops making those wild noises as he uses his mouth.
james sucks your clit relentlessly. you whimper, his name becomes a song. he grips your thighs and holds you in your place. "james- so close- so clo- hmm-"
he lifts his head just for a second. "come for me, lovely girl. let go for me, this is perfect."
you obey, arch your back as he sucks again, and you're dripping in his mouth. james keeps licking, helps you through your peak. you feel so tired, so exhausted, so naked, and it's good. james keeps you steady, his cock twitches at the sight of your cunt, all swollen and licked.
"are you okay, baby?" he coos. "we can stop."
you shake your head. you can't stop because he's addictive. "i want you inside." there's no crumb of shyness left. "please, i want it."
james angles you to be more comfortable, he rubs the skin of your thigh. "gotta be slow, okay?" he says.
you nod, messy and desperate. "however you want."
he positions his cock in just the right way. he is being slow and quiet as he keeps pushing, he knows it's a tight fit. when you clench around him he can't help himself, he goes a little fast. "oh, angel." he whispers, mouth closed on your neck. he pushes himself again. "so tight, just like the first time i got you like this. you're gonna make me come soon if you squeeze around me like that."
you part your legs a little more, holding onto his broad shoulders. "i like this so much. so full, jamie."
james starts moving inside you, still careful but easier. you try to move your hips accordingly, it's like a new dance both of you are trying to learn better. he is worried he'll come too soon, because you're being irresistable.
"can you touch me- right, right there?" you ask, position his fingers on your clit.
"yeah, yeah, of course."
his fingers play with you until you start begging for him to come. he keeps pushing himself until he can't see straight anymore. "can i come? james, can i come again?" you melt, so close and so wet, you can hear the wetness pooling on bed.
"yes, come on, sweet thing." he pushes the deepest he's ever been, you clench so hard, he starts coming. "come with me."
you are sure you lose your sight for a second. james explodes on your belly, his strength helps him pull himself back before coming inside you but he keeps playing with your clit so you clench around him and nothing as you come. you see him, you see stars, you feel so sensitive. james groans as he holds his cock to let out every drop of his cum. he exhales your name, desperate to lay down with you on the bed. you are quick to pull him on your chest, he puts his head on your body, and listens your heartbeat.
minutes pass in silence as you both catch your breaths. james rubs your skin with gentle fingers. you stroke his curls, and press a kiss on his forehead.
"i think we're getting pretty good at this." you say, smiling.
"yeah, i guess we are quite the experts of sex now." he says. "can you imagine sirius's reaction?"
"oh, he'd probably never believe it." you say. "but that's fine."
james sits on bed. "would you like to have shower? we've made quite the mess of each other."
you nod, reach for his hand as you sit next to him. "jamie," you begin, "there's no one else that i'd rather do this with. you're- you're the only one for me."
james smiles, kisses your forehead lovingly. "i'd hope so, sweetness." he gives your hand a squeeze. "you're the only one for me, as well."
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Oscars night (Quinn Hughes x Reader)
hey gang how are we doing on this lovely Wednesday evening? anyways this is my first fic in like forever and it was kind of rushed so don't hate me I just wanted to write something.
summary: fluff, the reader is an actress going to the oscars for the first time with her childhood crush friend Quinn Hughes where there are several tension filled moments between the two until if finally cracks. the reader has a very strong friendship with the Hughes family with Luke looking at her as an older sister
warnings!! cursing, suggestive (???), marijuana, lil bit of angst (maybe), jealousy, mentions of alcohol, kissing, and lmk if I missed any but it's basically just fluffy as hell. I didn't fully proofread and it's lowk rushed but enjoy!!
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It was your first awards season with Quinn by your side. The two of you had been friends since you were kids, with you being the same age as Jack. Youâve always just been best friends, but the past couple of months things have shifted and the tension has been stronger than ever. Youâre unsure if you're delusional or if he also noticed the way your hands lingered close when he handed you something. The two of you were staying in a hotel room near downtown Los Angeles for the Oscars. You were nominated for best supporting actress, and the film you appeared in was nominated for best picture. Your agent set up the hotel room and when she scheduled the room, she assumed youâd be sharing with your now ex boyfriend. While you and Quinn shared the room, there were two separate beds which disappointed you a bit, but you couldnât voice it. You stayed in the bathroom getting ready for the night. Your agent wanted to have a hair and makeup team come to get you gussied up, but you insisted that the only person who could make you look the way you wanted, was you. You went for a more laid back look with less bold eye makeup, a blowout, and a floor length green gown with spaghetti straps. You put the final touches on your makeup look and slipped on your dress. The problem was, you couldnât zip the dress up all the way unless you were trying to dislocate your shoulder. You thought about possibly asking one of your friends to do it when you got there, but the thought of showing up to the Oscars in an unzipped dress was mortifying. You decided to suck up your fears of intimacy with Quinn, and slowly opened the door. Quinn couldnât hear the door open with the soft sounds of Mac Demarco playing from your bluetooth speaker. He was standing in the mirror fiddling with his tie trying to get it on the right way. You stood in the doorway for a moment just admiring how he looked in his prada suit. His hair hung messily parted in the middle just the way you liked it. You had to beg him to let you do it since he normally opted for the beanie + suit combo. You stared at him as he began to get frustrated. Huffing and puffing as he moved the tie around his neck trying to center it perfectly. You let out a silent laugh with a small smile and walked over towards him.Â
âHere let me do it.â You grabbed his shoulders with both hands and moved his body to face you. Quinn was speechless as you untied his tie and began doing it your way. Your eyes were focused on the tie around his neck, but his were centered on you in your stunning gown looking beautiful as ever. He had seen you several times in various different articles of clothing including his own, but never like this. He had never seen you so glamorized before, at least never in person. You fit into it so naturally, and he had to remind himself that you were dressed for your world and not his. He had gotten so used to seeing you in the box wearing his jersey with a pair of leggings, and completely forgot what you looked like doing the things that you loved. The nerves of the night came over him like a wave. Worried that he wouldnât do the right thing or that he might embarrass you, but nothing beat his thought of wanting to see that green gown on his bedroom floor.
âYou look beautiful.â He said in his trance-like state which caused you to look up from where your hands were on his tie. Never in his life had Quinn looked at you like this, or even spoken to you like this.
âI-uhâŚthank you.â You gave him a small closed mouthed smile to which he returned back. You turned your attention back to his tie trying to cover up the red tint that had washed over your face. âYou look very handsome.â You could feel his breath on your forehead as he smiled. His face was now painted with the same red tint as yours. âLucky to have a guy like you as my date.â You finished with his tie and turned around signaling him to zip up your dress. He very gently moved your hair out of the way and began to zip up the dress. His knuckles subtly touching your bare back as he made his way up, which sent shivers down your spine. When the dress was fully secured he grabbed both of your arms and turned you to where you were both facing the mirror. He placed his head on your shoulder admiring the stunning sight in the mirror. He was taking mental pictures in his head and in this moment he declared that this was his favorite spot. Being so close to you knowing that his lips were close enough to leave soft and rough kisses trailed down your neck. The way he could hear your faint breathing against the top of his head and it made him wonder if your heart was racing just as much as his.
âThe only lucky person in this room is me.â He planted a soft kiss on your jawline and walked to the other side of the room to retrieve his phone. You, on the other hand, were left standing in the mirror, but that red tint covering your face had become significantly more saturated.Â
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When the two of you arrived at the red carpet before the show, cameras flashed at full speed as people were shouting incoherent things at you. Quinn had dealt with cameras at awards shows several times, but nothing as intense as this. He had to remind himself that you were also a star and being an actress came with more publicity issues than being a hockey player. He was nervous. Not visibly nervous enough for everyone to notice, but enough to where you noticed. You felt bad for bringing him to this crazy event, but you knew that things would calm down eventually. Absent-mindedly, Quinn placed his hand on your hip pulling you close. He felt the need to protect you from the flashing cameras, and he didnât love the photographers yelling at you to pose in a different way. There was one photo that stood out prominently that you knew would be the talk of the internet. You were wearing a small closed-mouthed smile leaning your head towards Quinn, while he had a stare that could kill as his hand held and strong grip on your waist. This was abnormal for him, as he was always smiling during award show pictures. As you moved down the carpet, Quinnâs hand moved from your waist to the small of your back, making sure that his presence was known behind you. You grabbed his free hand with yours, pulling him to where he was next to you as you whispered in his ear.
âYou okay?â You asked as he looked directly into your eyes
âYeah. Iâm fine, just not used to all this.â He let out a slight laugh along with a smile that brought your nerves down significantly. You decided to intertwine your fingers with his and you both moved down to an interviewer from entertainment tonight. When you stopped, Quinn took his place standing next to you, but stepped back a bit. His hand found his way back to your hip which was cut perfectly out of camera view. The interviewer asked you several questions about your movie while Quinn stayed back. His thumb was tracing circles on your waist which sent shivers down your spine, but you did your best to hold back those thoughts during the interview.
âSo, Ms. Y/Ln, care to introduce us to your date?â You smiled and placed your hand on Quinnâs shoulder to move him up closer next to youÂ
âYes. This is Quinn Hughes. Heâs a defenceman for the Vancouver Canucks. Weâve known each other since we were kids, and I thought why not take him to the oscars.â You let out a small forced laugh and Quinn looked at you and smiled.
âSo Quinn, how's your first experience at the Oscars going? Do you love it? Do you hate it? Do tell.â Quinn turned his attention away from you and over to something in the distance, not wanting to make direct eye contact with the interviewer or the camera.Â
âItâs-uhhâŚitâs definitely not something I'm used to.â He rubbed his neck and laughed, looking back at the interviewer. âI donât know how she does this all the time. Truly sheâs a champ for being able to walk through this chaos. Put me on the ice in front of thousands of people and I'm fine, but put me in front of a bunch of cameras and I freeze.â You laugh at Quinnâs comment which causes him to crack a smile at you.
âSooo whatâs the scoop here? Are we dating? Boyfriend and girlfriend?â The interviewer asked and you and Quinn immediately froze. Both of your smiles dropped in an instant along with your hearts. Without hesitation, Quinn stepped up to the mic and said âNo. Weâre just friends. Have been for a long time.â You felt your heart shatter on the red carpet. You knew that the two of you were just friends, but hearing it said out loud? By him? So publicly? It was bound to crush you. You couldnât stop thinking about how quickly and naturally it came out of his mouth like he didnât even have to think about it. The both of you said your goodbyes to the interviewer and made your way down the carpet. He made sure to keep his fingers intertwined with yours not wanting you to get lost or taken. He didnât know why he had that fear, but it definitely showed.Â
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After the insane red carpet frenzy, you and Quinn finally made your way inside. His hand was still intertwined with yours as you made your way through the groups of people. You were stopped by several costars and famous actors you wanted to introduce Quinn to. While standing around with Quinn, you excused yourself to the powder room as he went to get drinks for the two of you. The infamous bathroom was filled with women youâve only ever seen on a screen and you had to fight the urge to ask for a photo while you were washing your hands side by side. You looked up into the mirror, fixing your hair as your hands were shaking. The only thing you could think of was how Quinn answered that question. You were freaking out on the inside and just wanted to ball up on the floor and cry it out, but you couldnât. Quinn wasnât the only thing that influenced your nerves, it was also that you were nominated for your first oscar and the thought of losing was killing you. In all honesty, the thought of winning was actually worse. Having to go up in front of an entire room of some of the most hardworking people in the world and read a speech that you wrote in your notes app last night while giggling on the phone with Jack. You held back your tears as you stared in the mirror. You let out a couple deep breaths, each one shakier than the last. Suddenly, as if she was a gift from god, Billie Eilish moved in next to you, hitting her vape pen. The two of you had met on several occasions and have become âAward Buddiesâ being so close in age.
âBillie.â You let out, trying not to hyperventilate. She looked up from her phone at you.
âYes?â She gave you a half smile as you stared at her blankly.
âThat THC or nicotine?â
âTHC.â
âCan I hit it please?â
âGo for it.â Billie handed you her pen and you took a long drag. The smoke already calming your nerves just from the feel of it in your throat. You werenât a big smoker at all. You only really got high with Luke when he was staying at your house. It was kind of a sacred thing between the two of you, sometimes with Quinn joining along. It was safe to say that your tolerance was low, but you werenât thinking about that when you took another long hit of Billieâs cart. After three long hits of the pen, you handed it back to Billie, thanked her, and made your way out of the bathroom. You expected to see Quinn at the door when you walked out, but instead you were met with a long line of women waiting for the bathroom. You made your way through the crowds of people standing around, your high still not hitting quite yet. You stopped yourself when you finally found yourself in the eyesight of the bar. Quinn was standing there, two drinks in hand, talking to a beautiful woman. She looked about his age, a bit shorter than you, and her healthy chestnut colored hair fell into flawless curl patterns. Her head flew back in laughter at something he said, his face gaining a smile with teeth which was something he only reserved if he was actually having a good time. You felt your blood boil and your heart sink as you watched this wholesome interaction between the two of them. You watched as her hand reached up to touch the tie that you had put on him just hours before, and you decided that was the final straw. Your territorial instincts kicked in as you pushed through the crowd trying to make your way to the two of them. You reached Quinn and you placed your hand on his back, rubbing it around.
âHey baby.â Youâve never called him that, but itâs now or never. Quinn was startled by your presence but quickly put his arm around your waist, pulling you close. His touch made your high kick in immediately as you leaned into him. Your body felt like it was melting into his. You visualized laying in his arms at the lake house while Luke and Jack were laughing about something stupid. Thatâs where you wanted to be right now, not here.
âHey pretty girl.â He kissed the side of your head and handed you your drink, subtly hinting to the girl that he was taken. The girl only smiled and walked away letting out a âNice to meet you.â You moved your head into Quinnâs chest and began laughing uncontrollably.
âWhat? Whatâs so funny?â He cracked a smile. Your head burying further into his chest as you let out a muffled âQuinny I'm so stoned right now.â You laughed through your words.Â
âWhat are you talking about?â He laughed along with you. You lifted your head up slightly so he could see your eyes. Your chin still rested in his chest while your arms were limp.Â
âHoly shit. You were sober when you left me.â He placed his hand on your cheek and smiled. You leaned into his touch and kissed his hand before looking back up at him with a cheesy grin. He let out a soft laugh and rubbed his thumb against your cheek bone. Quinn knew how overly touchy you got when you were high. Every time the two of you smoked together, you insisted he held your hand, or you leaned your head on his shoulder. The night always ended in you lying on top of him because you liked the way the rise and fall of his chest made your brain feel. He moved his hand from your face down to your waist, to which you responded by holding onto his wrist for dear life. You stared at his facial features as a smile grew on his face.
âI love you so much Y/n, but you have to act sober, or the internet will go crazy.â His words made you immediately lock in, suddenly remembering where you were. You removed your chin from his chest but kept your grip on his wrist strong. You widen your eyes, trying to make yourself look less dopey, but Quinn immediately responded with a cringed face.
âDonât do that. You look crazy.â He laughed. You stayed there with your widened eyes just staring at him, unsure of what to do. Absentmindedly your mouth parted slightly in response to the lazy state your body was in. Quinn quickly took his index finger to your chin and pushed it up to close your mouth.
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Making your way to your seats was a challenge in itself. If Quinn wasnât there you were sure you wouldnât have been able to make it. He held your hand the whole way there keeping you close as you attempted to make yourself look sober. Sure, you werenât the only person there that was high, but you werenât a big smoker, so you didnât know how to handle it. Not to mention, youâd never been high in public. When you made it to your seats, you made sure Quinnâs hand never left yours. You were in public, but you were still the same girl that gets high at the lake house with his little brother. You looked over at him remembering that he was just as nervous as you were before. You wished he was in the bathroom with you to hit the pen. His leg was bouncing up and down as the lights dimmed, so you removed your hand from his and placed it on his leg, drawing circles with your thumb hoping to calm his nerves. He looked at you with a soft smile that said âThank youâ. As the ceremony went on, Quinn found his hand behind your back, fidgeting with the strap of your dress, twirling it with his fingers. His touch made your face red and you wondered if there were any cameras on the two of you at this moment. Your hand on his leg, and his playing with your dress. You looked over at him to see him only watching the stage as someone was accepting an award. You leaned in close to whisper in his ear.
âDo you realize youâre doing that?â He whipped his head to face you. Your faces now only inches away from each other.
âDoing what?â He asked. His voice low but not quite a whisper. The feeling of his breath on your nose made your heart ache, as you realized youâve never been this close to him before.
âThe strap of my dress. Youâre playing with it.â You gave him a slight smile, your eyes never leaving his. He mumbled out a quick sorry and moved his hand away, but you stopped him before he could do so. âNo no. Itâs cute. Leave it there.â His face turned pink as he smiled at your comment, and turned to look back at the stage. You cheered to yourself in your head at this sweet, and public, intimate moment between you and Quinn. After an hour of people receiving awards and terrible jokes made by the host, your category was finally up next. The high helped your nerves, but you were still shaking. Quinn removed his hand from the strap of your dress and grabbed your shaking one. Your eyes never left the stage as you sat at the edge of your seat in anticipation. Quinn glanced at you with a side eye. He hated seeing you all amped up like this when heâs so used to your calming presence. He leaned in close to your ear.Â
âI have a really funny idea to piss off Jack, and throw everyone else off.â You turned to him, your eyes filled with fear, but softening at the idea of Quinn plotting something. It was something the two of you always did together. He was clearly doing it to try and calm down your nerves, but good lord was it helping.Â
âWhat?â you asked, leaning back in your seat, letting him whisper in your ear.Â
âIf you win, I get to kiss you before you walk up.â Your heart dropped to your stomach as you flipped your head to look at him. Your eyes were in shock and your mouth parted slightly. You knew Quinn would suggest something crazy, but never THIS crazy. The thought of your first kiss with Quinn being in front of the whole world made you sad. You always wanted it to be an intimate moment, maybe in your apartment or down by the lake, but you also couldnât pass up the opportunity to finally kiss him. You smiled at him, your faces so close to touching.
âOkay. Deal.â You handed out your hand for him to shake. âJack is gonna lose his shit.â
The moment eventually came. The presenters were announcing the nominees and you got to see yourself in the camera on the screen. Your posture was slumped, you were leaning into Quinn, and your eyes were slowly falling closed. You quickly fixed yourself at the sight, widening your eyes in the way Quinn said not to do. He laughed slightly next to you. You quickly grabbed his hand with your gaze still locked in on the screen.
âAnd the Oscar goes toâŚâ The presenter left everyone on the edge of their seats as she opened the envelope. You squeezed Quinnâs hand harder than before and he sent back exactly three squeezes which you knew meant âI love youâ You looked over for just a split second to give him a smile, before looking back to the stage.
âY/n L/n!â Your eyes widened more, if that was even possible. Cheers roared from around the theater. Quinn stood up first, holding out his hand for you to take. You were so caught up in the adrenaline rush of winning that you had completely forgotten about the deal you made with him. You stood up slowly trying not to burst into tears of joy. Quinnâs hands were set on your waist, so you rested yours on his biceps. You let out a little scream and jumped up and down twice. Quinn laughed at your reaction before he grabbed your face and planted a closed mouthed kiss on your lips. It wasnât how you imagined it would be at all. The kiss wasnât tension-filled or long like how you wanted it to be. You pulled back, your face red, suddenly remembering the deal. Without thinking, still at the peak of your high, you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him in for a longer kiss. You made sure his bottom lip was tucked in between yours, wanting to get rid of his closed-mouthed idea. It was long awaited and hungry. You werenât thinking about where you were as you moved your lips against his. You pulled him down slightly, letting him dip you. His grip on your waist tightened as you let your hand move to tug his hair. Quinn let out a slight groan as he pulled back and whispered in your ear.
âNot here, Movie Star. Go get your award.â He let out a slight chuckle and you quickly unwrapped yourself from his touch to jog up to the stairs. When you finally made your way up to the stage, all the nerves that had been building up had suddenly washed away. Not only had you just won your first Oscar, but your childhood crush just kissed you in front of everyone. The adrenaline of that was enough to quickly sober you up. Your speech was breathless and short. You made sure to exclaim your excitement through the microphone. You thanked everyone who worked on your movie, your family, and of course your âSexy Dateâ. You quickly made your way off the stage, grinning wide with a slight pep in your step. You made it back to your seat looking at Quinn who had the cheesiest smile on his face. He quickly pulled you into a tight hug, burying his head in your hair.
âI love you so much. Youâre amazing.â He muffled through your shoulder.
âI love you too. You have no idea how long I've wanted to kiss you like that.â Quinn pulled back from the hug and grabbed your hand to guide you to sit. Your heart began to race as you realized what youâd just said to him. Your mind started running through all the possibilities of what he would say.Â
âBaby, I want you to kiss me like that everyday for the rest of my life.â He faced you, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. You bit your bottom lip and grinned harder than you ever have before. You shifted your focus back to the stage as you rested your head on his shoulder, his hand finding its way back to your waist. You basked in the glamorous vibe of the celebrity-filled room, realizing the prize wasnât the golden statue youâd just won, but the man sitting beside you.
Hughes fam & weird neighbor girl
Ellen Hughes: *Picture of Y/n holding Luke when they were kids* Lukey loves his big sister <3 Good luck tonight!!!
lukey pookie: *Picture of Y/n and Quinn kissing at the Oscars* Yeah apparently so does Quinn
jack attack: WHAT DA FUCK
Ellen Hughes: Jack. Language.
captain quinny: What can I say? Couldnât help myself.
jack attack: Y/n ur bringing me to the next one and I get to kiss you
You: no.
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Wanting You, Wanting Me
pairing: azriel x reader
based off an anonymous request- got carried away but I tried to stay within the guidelines; this was actually a really cute concept
warnings: angst at first but it gets fluffy towards the end, swearing, jealousy, mutual pining, mentions of nightmares, sleep deprivation, probably some typos
summary: Silent yearning only remains silent for so long when you suspect your crush likes your best friend instead
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Elaine was like flowers budding in the Spring; new and fresh, full of promise and beauty. She was kind and caring, compassionate and soft-spoken, dainty and slenderâall the pretty things that males loved in women.
Or maybe it was just her.
Because you were fairly new and fresh too; just barely in your twenties and full on the idea of life and love and everything in between. Maybe you werenât as kind, not as nice or welcoming; you didnât always have the right words and in lou of sounding stupid or making a fool of yourself, you stayed quiet.
Watching; observing, learning the family around you as you navigated your place in it. Everyone already had their role; playing their parts as if theyâd been trained their whole lives for it and even Feyre and her sisters had fallen into a steady rhythm after the Cauldron. But with all the new additions, couples pairing up and friendships pre-established a hundred years before you were even a thoughtâyour place there seemed less clear.
Especially since Azriel had started paying such special attention to Elaine and her annoyingly beautiful garden and the plants that seemed to thrive tenfold at the mere sight of her.
You didn't mind at first; the three of you falling into a steady rhythm of hanging out together, taking walks and sharing stories but somewhere along the lines he stopped looking at you when he'd laugh. Envy builds for a woman too kind to deserve it and it makes you feel even worse--masking your distaste with soft smiles that you hoped looked as welcoming as hers.
You canât even help the turn your thoughts take but no matter how much envy fills you; thereâs not one con that presents itself when regarding her.
It becomes subconscious, the way you mimic her; fixing your posture, hands reaching to push back strands of hair and smoothen out the fabric that the soft curve of your stomach. Silently nitpicking parts of you that youâd never considered wrong before but that had to be when everything Elaine had got was so right.
He walks in like youâve summoned him, steps silent and sure. âYouâre up early.â
âCouldnât sleep.â You mutter a beat too late, only realizing he was regarding you when youâd finally glanced up over the book in your hands.
Youâre acutely aware of his every move, the radiating warmth of his body contrasted by the cool kiss of his shadows sifting through your hair when he leans over the back of the couch. The smell of his soap reaches your nose when he leans in, hazel eyes skimming over the pages you're reading and you thank the good Mother above that youâd gotten past the naughty scene three pages ago; where the good guy who pretends to be bad slides his fingers between the maidens thighs, urging her to be silent as he worked her over through her clothes while being surrounded by a whole camp full of males and a looming threat lingering somewhere in the trees. âBad dreams again?â
You pray he doesnât catch the slight uptick of your heart rate, the closeness forcing your body to react without permission and it takes great effort not to tear the delicate pages under the pressure of your fingers alone. âSomething like that,â You grit out, reminded of the nightmares that assaulted your slumber; the sight of Elaine and Azrielâkissing. Enough to rip you awake and force you to empty all of your stomach contents; youâd just barely made it to the bathing chambers, hairs sticking to your cheeks and nightgown damp with sweat as you leaned into the toilet.
You still hadnât been able to keep anything down; stomach too unsettled and brain spiraling enough to distract away any signs of hunger.
âSheâs been getting them all week,â Elaine softly adds, fingers busy with her knitting needles and yarn; a new blanket for you to add to the giant collection neatly folded your closet. ââwonât drink the tea I made for it though.â
âBecause the tea makes them worse and then I wake up from them with my body still paralyzed,â Youâre quick to say, familiar with your best friends tactics in divulging important information to the shadowsinger to ensure you actually did something about itâthat you took care of yourself. âIâll happily keep just the bad dreams.â
Azriel's not even looking at you anymore though, already rounding the couch to sit beside Elaine, ball of yarn rolling between them and you canât help but stare. âTell me more about this tea?â
âI make it from the plants in the garden,â She points at the window behind them, pale green yarn still wrapped around her finger. âCamomile and ginseng and usually it helps but she just reacts to it differently.â
Azriel hums and you hate the way the words make you feel; like there was another thing setting you apart from the others and this perfect life that didnât seem capable enough to hold room for all of your imperfections. You donât wait to hear anymore, steps light and hands quick to stick your bookmark in place and collect your tea cup before youâre gone and down the hall; tears burning in your waterline.
Because, you were sure that if you had to sit there and watch them a second longer you were going to scream.
Scream at Elaine for being so sweet and gentle; so knowledgeable and helpful and certain that it was you that was the issue and not her stupid herbs grown in her stupid garden. You wanted to scream at Azriel until you were blue in the face, listing off every single thing you've ever done to show that the thing between you was way more than just friends. How he was everything and you know that maybe you weren't perfectly skinny like Elaine was but you'd always found great beauty in things that were different.
You canât tell if youâre happy or not that no one comes to check on you the whole four hours it takes for you to relax; binging the entirety of a book until you were too focused on someone else's life to focus on your own and only once you'd finished the book in it's entirety were you forced to leave the room in search for the one that followed.
The library is empty when you enter, only a few lights still burned and youâre already murmuring soft words to yourself while you search around for what your looking for, fingers bumping over the slides of books; their engraved titles all unique and beautiful and probably interesting but still not quite right. It takes some time but youâre certain youâve found it, a few rows higher than you can reach but itâs easy to drag over a chair for assistance. "Come on," You mutter, nose scrunching with strain as the tips of two fingers graze the burgundy spine. Youâre prepared to jump and pray the chair doesnât collapse beneath you when the book simply slides out and floats down to you, cool shadows twirling up the length of your arm as if to stabilize you as you step down. âI didnât need help,â You grumble without looking at your savior, the weight of the book now in your palm and excitement swirls at the thought of more.
âYou never do.â
You donât mean to be so snappy but the sleep deprivation takes a toll and it was becoming harder to distinguish truth from dream; your brain always stuck on his mouth leaning in for Elaineâs and the anger that ensues is all consuming. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
Azriel shrugs, sighing as if he knows how this conversation will end and in no way will he ever come out on top. âI donât knowâjust donât get why you wouldnât have told me you havenât been sleeping.â
âBecause, Az, what would you have done? Help Elaine make me teaâs? No, thanks.â
Confusion spreads on handsome features, hazel eyes fierce even with his lids lowered. âWhat does Elaine have to do with any of this? Because she told me?â
The breath you let out is heavy, defeat settling in once you realize the hole youâd been digging yourself and itâs a struggle to heave yourself out and drag the chair back to its original spot but Azrielâs there in seconds. Heâs quiet; waiting for an answer as he takes it from your hands. âNo,â You concede, all fight leaving when it was a one-sided battle. âShe doesnât have anything to do with it. Itâs fineâIâm just tired.â
âThen sleep,â He urges softly. âIâll stay with you.â
âI canât.â
You canât even focus on the words of your page under his stare. Youâve read the first line six times over and you still havenât fully processed it. The thought of him being nearby as you slept, the thought of his eyes on your body in nothing but a nightgown and your hair free from all its carefully done braids. âCan you tell me what youâve been dreaming about?â
His brows raise when you suck in a sharp breath, cheeks flinching at the suggestion and you shut the book altogether. âIâd really rather not.â
âWhatâs so bad you canât tell me about it?" Azriel's hand covers your own, voice so soft it hurt. "You tell me everything.â
Your heart thumps so hard in your chest you can hear it in your ears, your free fingers fumbling against the other under the table and you can't refrain from the nervous chuckle that pulls free. There's a second where you want to just tell him; to confess your feelings and how much you loved the way he was looking at you but fucking hated how you knew that look wouldn't stay if Elaine walked in. The reminder of her alone makes your body deflate, gaze going far off and Azriel's concern only grows when you stay quiet too long to be normal.
The cool touch of a shadow grazing your cheek pulls you out of it. "I suppose this just isn't worth telling."
It's not the answer he wanted, that much is clear by the frown that tugs on full lips, the wings that tuck in tighter and you want nothing more than to give him everything he'd wanted and more to get his face to stop looking at you like that but before you can say another word, another person enters. "Sorry to interrupt, I was just looking for you.
His eyes instantly go to her, hand pulling away from your own and attitude seeps out when you regard her. "Well, you found me."
Elaine's eyes bounce between you and Azriel as if she could feel the tension in the room that held so thick you could cut it with a knife. Her voice is hesitant when she begins, a steaming pot held in hands covered by thick oven mitts. "I made a new recipe for the tea," You don't even hear the carefully curated list of herbs she rattles off, informing their uses and how well they work together but you can't stop shaking; chest tightening at the way Azriel watches Elaine gracefully flit about the room and you can't stop thinking about how quickly he pulled away his hand. "It's really strong so you can't have too much but the madja said that it would help with the sleeping and the paralysis."
You couldn't of cared less, snatching the kettle from her grasp and in your anger you canât even hear her gasp, canât feel the burn of the boiling handle against your palm as you pour a mug so thick it nearly spills over the top. âThanks, Elaine. Really, I hope it knocks me out for a week.â You donât stay to take in the worry on Azriel's face or the hurt that laced your friends features. Your book is tight in your grasp and youâre halfway down the hallway when you feel your palm begin to throb.
Your bedroom door shuts with a slam, pure frustration pulsing through your whole being and you can feel it ebbing from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. A sigh pulls when you take an angry sip, it burns your tongue, slightly bitter but it was eased with a little sugar and a teaspoon of honey.
Guilt swells at the kind gesture and your misguided anger; Elaine had only been trying to help, making things to quell the dreams she didnât even know were centered around her and man you loved but didn't love you back. It weighs on you as you change into your night clothes, smoothening ointment and wrapping thick gauze around your burn; there was no blistering but the angry red mark was sure to remain there for quite some time.
You try to distract yourself, silently sipping as you read your book.
Itâs alarming how quickly you relax, the giant mug nearly empty when your book slips between your fingers and thuds to the floor, body slumping into the sitting chair and you donât even have enough time to drag a blanket over yourself before your eyes flutter shut and sleep takes over.
And this time, you didnât dream.
There was only peaceful silence and maybe an uncomfortable pressure in your chest that it came and went in waves; too grateful for the relief that settled in your bones to care. It was like you were sinking, body slowly falling into a sea of cushion and comfort and youâd have been willing to stay there forever.
Your brows furrow when a noise pierces through the silence; eyes squinting in the darkness to find the source but the harder you try to make it out, the darker the rooms gets. A hand rubs against your chest, the pressure coming back and this time itâs so hard it makes you cough, eyes clenching shut and itâs like that was the switch to wake you up.
Azriel is leaning over you, hands on your chest and cheeks red with exertion when you cough and cough, soul aching to return to the peaceâthat silence where there were no dreams. âWhyâd you wake me up?â
âWake you up?â His voice holds no more room for placating to your wants; hands shaking at his sides and itâs then you see the fear. âYou didnât have a pulse. I came to check on you and you wereââ Azriel clears his throat, voice cracking with his clothes disheveled and full lips firm in a straight line as he stood before you, crouching down to meet your eye level. âTell me right now, what were you dreaming about that was so bad that you were willing to die to stop them.â
Your chest heaves as you take in air, a ringing begins in your ears and you back away; avoiding the words, the conversationâthe sight of his mouth on hers. âI canât.â
âYou can and you will."
"Azrielâ"
Az groans at your tone, turning his entire body away as if he physically couldn't bear hearing another aversion; another lame excuse as to why you couldn't tell him what was going on when you always did. "Do you not trust me? Is that it?"
âWhat?â
You'd never seen him so upset, eyes blazing and wings rustling in his frustration as he stood. "I'm just listing shit at this point because all I've done is try to be there for youâme and Elaine, and you just keep pushing us away."
"Oh, please," You snap back, gaining the strength to stand and the ache in your chest only gets worse and you begin to wonder just how long he was on top of you breathing air into your lungs and willing breath to stick with the push of his hands. "If Elaine's around, I might as well just walk right out of the room because that means you'll be otherwise occupied shoving your head up her ass."
"You sound ridiculous." He lets out a gruff laugh, arms crossed over his chest. "Are you jealous or something?"
"It's clear you have feelings for her. I get itâshe's perfect and pretty and skinny and obviously you like that sort of thing but don't stand here and pretend you even notice I exist with her there." There's no taking back the words and you don't even care to look into the way his brows furrow at you, words punching at him a mile a minute as a dam breaks and days and weeks and months worth of emotions rage forward with no signs of stopping. "How couldn't I be jealous? When itâs so obvious that you love her and not me.â It feels pathetic to say out loud, hands crossing over yourself as you did your best to remain strong; to get through the feelings even though your skin was on fire and you couldn't stop fidgeting. "That's what my dreams have been about. Why I've been missing sleep and hiding things from you because every time I close my eyes all I can fucking see is you and her."
You don't even realize how much distance you'd been putting between you two, subconsciously searching for a way out when Azriel inevitability let you down easy. "You love me?" Words die on your tongue, feelings laid bare and vulnerabilities left out for his viewing pleasure; eyes like drops of gold boring into you as you gently nod. He sinks onto the edge of your bed, a breathless laugh emitting as scarring fingers traced over the soft fabric of your duvet. "The only reason I started talking to Elaine in the first place is because you and her had gotten so close and I wanted an excuse to be around you."
Your brows furrow, lips parting in confusion and the nerves begin to fade. "No."
Azriel's head nods once, settling into the fell of your room and the little trinkets you'd kept close on the nightstand; pictures neatly framed and resting on books you favored a little more than the others on the shelves. Hand sculpted vases made from blown glass that scattered rainbows across the room when the sun shone through the curtains to feed the bright flowers inside of them. "Yes, but you kept leaving and I thought it was because you weren't interested."
"But, I thoughtâ"
"I think it's safe to say we both were off in our assumptions."
It feels like a dream and not the kind you'd been running away from but the one you'd been sinking and falling into earlier before Azriel had pulled you back. The one that felt like peace and comfort and something like hope begins to brew in your belly when you dare you look him in the eyes. "You like me?"
Azriel's features soften, the fear and worry from before a thing of the past when he stood and walked towards you, shadows kissing at your legs when warm knuckles grazed your cheek. "I love you," He corrects gently, his touch like home and its instinct the way you close the proximity. You can feel his heartbeat on your chest, the strong muscles of his arms itching to be traced and a smile forms at the blush that forms on the tops of his ears under your attention. "âand those smutty little books you've been reading."
His chest is hard when you jokingly smack it, cheeks going hot and eyes darting to the book laid forgotten on the floor. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
The lie doesn't deter him and neither does the little gasp that pulls free when he gently forces you to look up at him, hazel eyes trained on your mouth and the tongue that darts out to wet plush lips. "I'll pretend I believe that if you just shut up and let me kiss you."
Maybe reality was better than dreaming.
Because this time, when he leaned down with intent to press his mouth against anotherâs for a kissâit was with you.
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sheâs thunderstorms
luke castellan x reader (MDNI)
beautiful patterns on the window pane
summary: you and luke agreed to be friends with benefits, but that all changes for you after a climactic moment together. luke knew his feelings before this agreement, but yours are a sudden revelation.
word count: 4.2k
warnings: zeus!reader, talks about greek tragedies/violence, angst if you squint, smut MDNI! (warnings under the cut). clarisse x silena. reader wears a bikini. percabeth mentions. reader has long enough hair for two braids
authorâs note: this is based off of this post i saw! also, this is my first time writing something creatively in a whopping FIVE years! so please be kind <3 this will be a small series that i have planned out, but i want to see how this is received before committing!
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smut warnings: oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (donât do that), p in v, slight breeding kink maybe, praise, pet names. little bit of dom reader and sub luke but nothing too obvious
a forbidden child. gods and monsters alike all wanted you to pay for a life you didnât even ask for. you had tried leaving camp occasionally, opting to try and live a somewhat normal life but it wasnât possible as a child of the king of the gods. you always made your way back to camp half-blood, and back to the only place that feels like home.
this summer the heat is overwhelming. any day where you werenât forced to teach combat or how to make friendship bracelets meant taking advantage of the empty beach that overlooked long island sound. your reprieve from the heat was typically spent with other campers. silena beauregard and clarisse la rue joined you today, and all three of you rested on towels underneath the bright sun.
âwhereâs luke?â clarisse asks, handing you a bowl of strawberries from the picnic basket you three had packed at lunch.
âoh, him and chris are stuck on dish duty,â silena explains with a shrug, not caring about the fact sheâs to be blamed for their absences. âtheir cabin was a big mess this morning, and it was the nicest job i could give them. cabin nine is on stable duties right now. canât have charlie thinking iâm soft on him. leeâs at an infirmary shift i think.â
âyou are soft on him,â clarisse teases and silena scrunches her nose at her taller girlfriend. the latter shoves a strawberry into the formerâs mouth with a laugh. âwhat? itâs no different than my friendship with chris, and i am not afraid to admit iâm soft on him. they're our exes.â
ây/nâs not soft on her exes, sheâs only soft on her boy toy,â silena points out, and you lift your sunglasses to rest them on the top of your head. you narrow your eyes at the daughter of aphrodite.
âi donât have any exes, and he is not my boy toy.â
âno, heâs just your best friend who you occasionally fuck and are completely in love with.â
âbut youâre not denying that you have a soft spot for him?â silena smirks. of course, you are soft for luke castellan.
the son of hermes was the first person you met at camp and had been your best friend since you were fifteen. no matter how prideful you were, there was no chance of denying your loyalty to the boy who had been at your side for the last four years.
âitâs not like that,â you say to clarisse, ignoring silenaâs question. âitâs strictly platonic. we have an agreement.â
âyeah, yeah, we know you donât do relationships,â silena interjects, stating it as if itâs the biggest sin someone could commit. you suppose it may be to her; she was a favorite of her mother, and everything she did and said was full of love.
âno fighting, you two.â
ârich coming from you.â
ây/n!â
âwhat? i was joking!â
âitâs so funny,â clarisse deadpans, and the three of you begin to laugh. you put your empty bowl back into the picnic basket and pull your band tee off before pushing yourself up to stand.
âcan we swim now?â
âgive me a second,â the daughter of aphrodite says and takes your hand to stand. covering her swimsuit is a floor-length pink sundress that youâre certain was the reason she and clarisse happened to be late to the beach.
silena may have inherited desire from her mother, but clarisse inherited passion from her father. you never would have pinned clarisse to like fashion, but anytime silena wore a sundress it was bad news for anyone around them. once she sheds the dress, clarisse grabs her hand and runs towards the water. you trail behind them, enjoying the sight of two of your closest friends' love for each other.
truth be told, you did envy them to some extent. the average demigod's lifespan was already short, and yours was even shorter. making it to nineteen was a miracle in and of itself.
it didnât seem fair to rope someone else into a romantic greek tragedy. you would only do it if you were the one left behind. but as a forbidden child, that was and will never be an option. you are the eurydice, the hyacinthus, the daphne, and the achilles. in every version of your story, death would be your only option. grief would be a privilege.
by the time the boys finished their chores, they came into view with a few stragglers behind them. âoh, great. i thought the point of beach days was that they were childless.â
âwho even is it?â you ask after silena splashes clarisse for her comments.
âlooks like that fucking new kid.â
âyou stay away from him, clar.â
âno promises, love.â
âoh, are you talking about percy jackson?â
âyeah, he failed his cabin inspection too,â silena answers you. if you had a soft spot for anyone, it would undoubtedly be the only other forbidden child at camp (sans your pine tree sister). luke spent a lot of time training percy, and you spent a lot of time voicing your experiences and frustrations with each other.
âheâs the only one in his cabin.â
âso is y/n, and she hardly ever makes it in the top five,â silena points out and you splash her. the boys set down their stuff, and you notice percy getting pushed by another girl. you make your way onto the shore as percy sprints past you with annabeth right on his heels.
âhey, stormy,â luke greets you. you swat at his hand which tries to touch your hip and push him away from you with a laugh. he gets his hands back on you and pulls your back flush against his chest. his hand snakes around to rest on the lower part of your belly. âcan you blame me for wanting to get my hands on you when you look this good?â
âluke!â you chastised. before summer started, you both had snuck out of camp to go shopping with the money your mom had sent you. when you tried on the royal blue bikini, lukeâs jaw had gone slack and you knew you had to buy it. he looks at you with a smirk once you spin around, and you stand on the tip of your toes to whisper in his ear. âyou can do that later.â
âgods,â he mumbles and watches as you run back into the water. you cup a handful of water and throw it at percy who retaliates by sending a wave of water down on top of you.
luke feels like he canât breathe when he sees you laugh and squeeze the water out of your soaking braids. he watches your hands and feels his heartbeat race as he sees you adjust the bottoms of your swimsuit.
âstop staring,â lee fletcher nudges him with a smile, and chris nods from beside him. the boys relentlessly tease luke at every chance they get. they knew to keep the information about you and luke to themselves but he was a loudmouth. he had trouble keeping it in when you were such a beautiful person to love on.
âi need to go help lena with clarisse before she tries to kill percy,â chris groans and runs into the water when percy accidentally splashes her in the process of trying to get annabeth. beckendorf follows him to help, but silena successfully stops clarisseâs anger with a kiss. luke wishes he could be so open with his affection for you.
he pulls his shirt off and sets it down beside yours. he catches your smile when he begins his descent into the water, and your eyes dip down to his v-line that pokes out from his swimming trunks. gods, he is going to kill you someday.
ây/n,â annabeth drags out your name and tugs on your arm, âplay chicken with me and percy, please?â
âsure, you want castellan in on it?â
âluke,â she calls out and wades over to him. he smiles at her and tries to shake his head, but the young girl tugs him over until you are face to face with his pout.
âthis feels unfair, stormy. why did you say yes?â
âjust bend down,â you instruct and he blushes. he would be lying if he said he doesnât love when you order him around.
âyes, maâam.â
you push yourself up onto the lithe boyâs shoulders, just as a wave pulls annabeth out of the water and onto percyâs shoulders. she squeals in surprise, and he latches onto her hands to keep her balanced. you smile at the two, and look over at silena who sends you a silent message: percy is trying to impress annabeth. he likes her, and you know the daughter of athena well enough to recognize those feelings are returned.
annabeth calls your name, and you find yourself tugging and pushing against her to try and knock her off of her perch. lukeâs grip on your thighs is distracting, especially as you feel him move his hands higher up at each opportunity. your heart speeds up in your chest and you canât tell if itâs from the hands teasing the flesh on your legs or from the excitement of pushing the girl into the water.
percy groans and dips under the water to find her, while you and luke cheer. you try to coax him to look up at you but fail to move his head and feel a sharp, pleasurable pain on your thigh. you smack his chest, and he looks up at you with a wide grin. your heart drops to your stomach when you see the deep red mark presenting itself on your thigh. you splash water at his face when you hop down from his shoulders and he winces. âdid you fucking bite me?â
âthat,â he pauses and pulls you flush against him, âis payback for annabeth wanting me to go to the infirmary last week for the hickeys you left.â
âoh.â
it wasnât very often that luke was able to make a mess of you in public. usually, you force him to keep it behind closed doors. he stares down at you with a smirk, enjoying the pink dusting your cheeks.
he spins you and wraps his arms around you from behind. you were familiar with this dangerous dance of his, one that he does when he wants you. âit would be a shame if a storm were to ruin our beach day, and we had to go back to your cabin.â
âa shame indeed,â you agree, and feel a tug in your stomach as you hold your hand towards a faraway point of the rocky shore. lightning strikes down, and a scream comes from percy as rain clouds begin forming overhead. annabeth laughs at her boyâs antics and runs with him as he tries to get to the shore as fast as possible. âyouâre going to have to work a little harder than that to get what you want.â
ây/n, luke! come on!â silena calls and luke whines as you push off of him. he watches as you saunter out of the water, one hand behind you as you wield more storm clouds into camp. he slowly follows you and dies when you pull your tee shirt over your head. your ass pokes out from the bottom of the arctic monkeys shirt he had gotten with a five-finger discount at a concert you had snuck into. he would do anything you want right now if you were alone on this beach.
you turn around and toss him your towel, which blinds him as it lands directly on his face. you and percy laugh together, and luke just stands in defeat until he feels the fabric fall off his face. you move and stop yourself in front of him to wrap the towel around his neck as if itâs a cape. the smile on your face as you dry off his shoulders and chest makes him fully believe you were made for him. he says a silent prayer to zeus. he finds himself praying to your father more than ever. only the king of the gods could bring such an ethereal being to life. heâs sure that you were more divine than human.
âyou like this, donât you?â you ask. luke leans his face into your hands as you dry his hair off.
âhmm?â
âme taking care of you,â you add, causing him to blush. he takes the towel from you and covers his face again. ânothing to be embarrassed about, pretty boy. you know i like it, too.â
âstormy,â he groans and you rip the towel off his face.
âcâmon guys, we need to get back to our cabins before the storm starts,â lee ushers everyone off the shore.
âit just came out of nowhere,â percy pouts, saddened by the rain ruining his swimming.
âyeah, super weird, perce,â silena agrees and narrows her eyes at you. you tug luke with you as you run off into the tree line with him. far enough away from both the beach and the cabins is when you find yourself pushing luke against the trunk of a tree. he smiles down at you, his cheeks red, and he reminds you vividly of the first time you decided to sleep together.
bruises litter his skin as you kiss a path up his chest back to his neck. his hands grip your thighs and you let out quiet sighs when he squeezes them ever so slightly. you sit up, your core resting lightly on him, and grind down on him. his eyes close at the movement and he lets out a low groan, his grip becoming tighter. it feels more intimate than anything you have done. your best friend squirms underneath you, and you feel a love and desire unlike any before.
you cup his cheeks and instruct him to open his eyes. he looks at you with heavy lids, and a heavy, warm feeling erupts in your chest. his cheeks are flushed, and he has a small content smile on his face. you feel like the most important person in the world; you feel like more than just a daughter.
you dip down and kiss him hard, a moan surprising the both of you from the back of his throat. you roll your hips against his again and open your mouth in surprise at how hard he is. his head falls back against your pillow, and you begin to kiss along his jaw, âis this okay?â
âyeah, thatâs â thatâs okay, y/n,â he speaks through gasps and you smile against his skin. he feels your teeth against his adamâs apple and murmurs your name again. âplease, keep going. donât stop.â
lukeâs mouth on yours brings you out of your reverie. his hands toy with the end of your shirt, and he slips his tongue into your mouth when you gasp. his fingertips trace lightly over your core on your bikini bottoms, and your hands grip his arms tightly. you can hear your friends closing in from a distance. âwe canât be doing this here, luke.â
âi want you,â he whines when you circle his wrist with your fingers to pull it away. you let go and walk backwards in the direction of the camp with him walking slowly towards you, like a predator to prey.
âcome get me then,â you tell him and turn to sprint towards your cabin. he has an advantage in sword fighting, but you will always be faster than him. he gains ground on you with his long legs, but you run into your cabin before him. his chest heaves by the time you let him lay you down on the bed.
luke likes you in control of him, teasing and teaching him where you like to be touched. he enjoys you teaching him new things about himself, where heâs most sensitive, and what makes him cum fastest. he loves when you relinquish control once in a while and you let him divulge and enjoy every part of your body that he can.
what luke castellan enjoys most is when your body shakes as he eats you out. he knows you love it, too, by the eagerness with which you allow the bottoms of your bikini to be removed.
he applies light pressure to your clit with his tongue and pushes your hips down to prevent you from squirming away from him. fervent moans leave your body, and your thighs squeeze his head. the way his tongue quickly switches from kitten licks to lapping makes your head spin until his name comes out like a mantra, like a prayer. luke, luke, luke. youâre tempted to give gratitude to the gods for blessing you with such a lover.
when he kisses you, you wrap your legs around his waist and rake your fingers through his hair. he pulls away and nuzzles his face into your neck. you wrap your arms around him, in a tight hug, and a contented sigh leaves his lips. he enjoys moments where you let him love you too.
his feelings remain unknown to you, but each time he finds himself touching you, tasting you, and feeling you around him is reason enough to enjoy your friendship as it is. although, truly, he feels this is something that even friends donât do. you confirm his suspicions when you manage to flip him and remove his swim trunks. no friend that he knows of could ever touch him so easily, get him to breathe so heavily, and make him nearly cum with just a few strokes.
âleave your shirt on,â he breathes out, his breathing heavy from you guiding him inside you. he fills you completely, and a sigh escapes your lips. your eyes meet each other and luke believes you look like royalty with the soft glow of the sunset in the background creating a halo around your head. your hair is in two braids â something he was sure clarisse did for you â and he toys with the ends, trying to steady his breathing as you remain reluctant to move.
âwhy?â
âtruthfully, you look stunning in nothing but that shirt?â
âthis shirt?â you laugh, and he groans as he feels you tighten around him. his head falls back against his pillow, and you move your hips in slow, languid circles against him.
itâs hard to keep serious, to act like he doesnât press against your walls in the most perfect ways. like he doesnât make you feel better than any person before him. you rest a hand on the nape of his neck and push lightly so he is forced to look at you. you try to remain calm, despite the building pressure. âclarisse always goes crazy when silena wears sundresses. you feel that way with these shirts?â
âyes,â he sighs. you often find yourself being asked to keep the band tees on during sex that he has stolen for you. luke canât explain it, thereâs just something so electric about something he has gotten you adorning your body. the bands, and the music, brought you much passion and you when you were passionate was something that drove him up a wall.
he couldnât deny that your frame adored by the graphic band tees was something he thought about while fucking his fist when he failed to have you. now that he has you, he tries his best to share what turns him on the most. âyou look like royalty.â
âi am,â you retort, and increase the pace of your hips. you groan and lean down to rest your forearms on either side of his head. he looks at you, eyes full of bliss, and he sits up enough to smash your lips together. you moan into his mouth, struggling to keep your wits when it feels so good. âwhat do you want, pretty boy?â
luke takes a second to comprehend your question. heâs whimpering and gripping your sides hard enough to leave bruises. sometimes you wonder if you are made for each other when he fucks you this well. he tries to take a deep breath, but his breath comes out in shutters. âcan i mark you up?â
âf-fuck, yeah,â you mutter, and he sits up, his confidence increasing from the stutter in your words. he wraps his arms around your back, pulling you tight against him. he nibbles at your neck, running his tongue over the marks to soothe them. you are sure you have reached elysium; his teeth on your neck, and his hands guiding your hips as you rock against him. âluke?â
this is the most control you have ever granted him. he relishes the opportunity to make you fall apart and wonders why it all suddenly feels so different as you struggle to keep up your pace. on the other hand, you found yourself experiencing similar thoughts. you are more relaxed this time, more comfortable with allowing him to do whatever he wants with your body. itâs true intimacy, you finally allow yourself to relinquish what led you to sex in the first place: control.
âyeah?â
âi-i want, um, i want,â you pause, taking in a gasp of air. he feels so good, so godly. you feel pathetic but fail to care. you know luke would never use this vulnerability against you. itâs hard to focus when he fills you so perfectly to the point where you are nearly knocked over the edge.
âwhat do you want, princess?â he asks, and you blush at the near-pornographic moan that leaves your throat. you rest your forehead on his shoulder, trying to hide your flushed cheeks. he reaches between your sweaty bodies and begins to rub harsh circles on your clit, causing a high-pitched whine to leave your throat. âcâmon, princess, you're doing so good. tell me what you want.â
âfuck,â you cry, biting down on his shoulder to prevent another loud moan from escaping your mouth. he groans and quickened his pace on your clit, causing another string of whimpers to leave you. you are entirely sure that you have never remained on edge for so long. you want to scream, to shout his name to anyone who will hear. you donât even care if the whole camp hears. the praises, the nicknames, itâs all so new and so invigorating.
âplease, talk to me.â
âiâm so close.â
âme too, baby. where do you want me to finish?â
âluke,â your voice comes out as a whine again, âcum in me.â
few words escape either of you, they are replaced with lewd sounds loud enough to only increase your arousal. he channels his unraveling with fast, rough movements on your clit, and with his mouth sucking on your neck.
you cum first, squeezing him within an inch of his life. he removes his fingers from your core, and places them on your hips, lifting and slamming you down on his cock. you nearly scream, the feeling so overstimulating after two orgasms.
when he finally cums in you with a groan, you clench around him, milking every last drop you can get. when you first slept together (and every consecutive time following), you felt embarrassed at the idea of him cumming inside of you being so hot.
he assures you each time that he feels the same, but you never have the confidence to let it happen. now you couldnât care less at the idea as he collapses onto his back with you falling on his chest.
both of you are unsure of how long you lay there, but itâs long enough for him to soften inside of you. every movement leaves you whimpering, so spent from the activities of the day. he holds you tight, and you trace shapes and letters on his chest as he tries to guess them.
when he finally falls asleep, you pull yourself off him and admire the soft, kind boy beside you. you trace the scar on his face, and lean up to kiss the corner of his mouth. he doesnât so much as stir in his sleep, and you catch yourself tracing three letters on his chest: I, L, Y.
luke is clueless of this as he sleeps, which you thank the gods for. love was never something you thought you would experience, but this surely had to be it, right? this was something so spectacular and ground shaking to you.
there were parts of yourself that he knew of that you would never tell anyone. you were fucked, you knew this the first time he made you cum. all of that pent up tension was more than sexual frustration, it was desire and blooming feelings you tried to hide from the moment you met him.
no one matches the feeling in your chest when he smiles. no one matches the butterflies in your belly when he pays you attention. no one ever has and ever will receive the same love you give luke, and maybe this is the moment where you finally will accept that itâs okay to love the son of hermes.
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Hello! Would you be willing to write about someone who finds out that their roommate and childhood best friend is actually some kind of supernatural creature? Preferably m/m but its okay if youâd like to change the genders.
Have a nice day!!!
"You're...uh...wow."
Maybe Holden should be horrified, but all he could really do was stare, dumbly entranced. The staring wasn't that different to normal, if he was going to be really horribly honest with himself.
But Atlas also wasn't normally crouched near stark-bollocks naked in the middle of their dorm room. He didnât normally have dark, gorgeous wings unfurling from his back. He didnât normally stare at Holden with eyes that had gone from blue to literally black too. Hungry. Heated.
Holden hastily shut the door behind him before someone else on the floor saw.
"Are you, uh, okay, man?"
His best friend was, very clearly, not okay. His gaze tracked every small movement that Holden made.
"You," Atlas growled through his teeth. "Are not supposed to be here."
"Right. Yeah. Uh. My class wasâ" Holden lost his trail of thought as he continued to stare. "God,â he said, a little dizzy, âyou look incredible."
Five-year old Atlas had been funny and brave. Nineteen-year old Atlas also had the absolute gall to be stunning on top of that. It was, frankly, terrible on a night out. On his own, Holden did okay. When he was standing next to Atlas though, more and more as the years passed by, he may as well have been a potato. He couldn't even hold it against anyone. He did enough trying not to stare himself.
But...he definitely hadn't noticed the wings before. He would have noticed wings, right? Even with that smile and those cheekbones to distract.
He realised, dazedly, that he'd drifted closer. One step, two step, three, until he was standing right over Atlas. Close enough to touch.
"Get out." Atlas sounded strained. "Now." His fingers â his claws â dug into the threadbare carpet.
Holden wanted to run his fingers through Atlas's blond hair. He wanted to kiss his parted lips, the line of his jaw, the beautiful curve of his throat. He wanted to touch every inch of Atlas that he could. He wanted Atlas's hands on him, sure and just as smitten as Holden had been for years, and he'd do anything, offer anything ifâ
"Holden."
The sharp snap of his name cleared Holden's mind a little. He shook his head and backed up. "Sorry. Iâ"
What the hell was he doing? Heat rose to his cheeks, mortified.
There were a lot of reactions one could have to seeing their best friend suddenly sprout wings, but Holden was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to just drool over his roommate like some kind of neanderthal. He'd done such a good job of not letting his stupid feelings impact their stupid friendship until stupid now too.
It wasn't like he'd never caught a glimpse of Atlas without his clothes before. It had never made him like â he would never have â but would it be so bad if he justâ?
No. Something was definitely wrong.
Holden whirled around, heading back for the door. He'd opened it only a crack when Atlas's hand slammed down on it, shutting it again. The lock clicked as Atlas bracketed him with an arm on either side. They werenât quite touching, but they were close enough that he could feel the heat of Atlas against his back.
He hadn't even heard Atlas move. His breath hitched.
Atlas groaned. He let his head thunk against the door, above Holden's left shoulder, as he drew in ragged gasps.
Holden heard him swearing and muttering under his breaths. He caught a few words thatâs sounded suspiciously like âbloody scheming bastard vampiresâ and a much more familiar âshitshitshitâ.
Up close, Atlasâs new cologne wasâŚwas it cologne? Holdenâs head felt cloudy again. He dug his nails into his palms, desperately shoving down the truly ridiculous urge to turn around and kiss Atlas immediately.
âWhat the hell is happening?â He squeezed his eyes shut. âYou have wings. You have â I feel ââ
âYouâre supposed to be in class for the next three hours!â
âMy class was cancelled,â Holden said. âSome last minuteââ
Atlas caught hold of his hips, spinning him as if it was absolutely nothing, pressing him back against the door.
The bit of Holdenâs brain that wasnât too busy with oh, yes please reminded him that Atlas was not that bloody strong. He should not be able to do that. He always skipped the gym when Holden went, despite looking like that.
âWhat are you?â The obvious question finally penetrated the fog.
Atlasâs attention lingered on his lips, seemingâŚdistracted.
âIncubus,â he murmured. Heâd always had a nice voice, but in that moment, that word, it was like caramel. Sweet on Holdenâs senses. âGod, youâre pretty. Sharing a room was a terrible idea.â
It took a second for the actual response to register, let alone the rest.
Incubus.
âWhat?â Holden yelped.
It was all some elaborate joke.
(Atlas didnât do pranks.)
It was impossible.
(Those wings looked very real, no matter how impossible they were.)
How had it taken 14 years for him to notice his best friend was an incubus?
(Did that mean he didnât really have a crush on his best friend? It was just â what he was?)
Atlasâs fingers grazed just slightly beneath Holdenâs jumper, blazing hot against the skin above his hips.
Holden asked no coherent questions whatsoever. He didnât even manage an incoherent word. Every reasonable thing he should have been considering vanished in a haze.
His best friend was an incubus? Sure! Whatever. Nothing mattered except the fact that there was really far too much distance between them. Atlasâs mouth was right there and â Holden couldnât have said which of them initiated the kiss, but it was ravenous and he was putty against the door. Head empty. All need and greed and wanting. He finally got to tangle his fingers into Atlasâs always annoyingly perfect hair and â
The lock clicked.
Faster than Holden could fully comprehend, the door was open and Atlas had bodily shoved him into the corridor. He landed sprawling and ungraceful on his butt.
He had a second to peer up, bewildered, at the look of absolute raw desire on Atlasâs face before the door slammed shut. The lock clicked again.
The texts pinged on his phone a moment later.
Donât come back until I say so.
Will explain later.
Sorry.
Well, crap.
Holden pressed a hand to his mouth, catching his breath and his sanity with Atlas out of view. Then he went to the uni library to research everything he could about incubi.
By the time Atlas texted him that evening, he was ready.
#incubus#incubi#m/m#m/m romance#writing#story#ficlet#supernatural creatures#writeblr#writing snippet
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I feel like Steve could be oblivious at first, catch on but still pretend to be oblivious to see how long it takes Edie to cut to the chase. Steve and Robin have a bet going on how long before Eddie asks Steve to court.
The post in question.
He hadnât noticed at first, what Eddie had meant. He wasnât stupid, or an idiot, no matter how much others might say he was. He justâŚdidnât get everything everyone said all the time, especially when they werenât being straight forward. And letâs face it, some of Eddieâs puns were truly horrendous.
It was funny though, and honestly kind of endearing, not that heâd ever tell Robin that lest he never live it down. She was brutal about things like that, and she already made fun of himself for falling for Eddie Munson of all people.
âI thought you had standards, dingus,â sheâd huffed after heâd broken down and confessed his growing feelings for their friend, absolutely certain that his feelings would never be returned and wanting to do nothing to risk that friendship.
How was he to know that Eddieâs lingering touches and trailing gaze meant the guy wanted to bone him? He wasnât used to others making the first move. He might be omega, but he still was the one that had to seek out the others he had wanted to date. He wasnât used to someone else taking the initiative.
Hell, heâd thought Eddie had been making fun of his moles the first few times he complimented them, like when he started talking about how he wished he were those same moles so that he could stay close to Steveâs beautiful neck. Steve could smack his own head for not understanding soon, but he did now.
Oh, he definitely did. And he was delirious with joy about it.
At first, when Steve first realized Eddie was interested in him, it had kind of bummed him out actually. He had thought Eddie actively enjoyed spending time with him, but then heâd began second guessing that. Began wondering if Eddie only put up with him because he wanted to hit it.
The thought that Eddie could ever like him the way he liked Eddie hadnât even crossed his mind at first. At least not until he began noticing more and more of Eddieâs pickup lines were involving his neck. Until they exclusively consisted of his neck.
âYour beautiful neck must be tired, because it was running around in my dreams all night,â Eddie all but purred as he leaned on the counter at Family Video, looking up at Steve through his lashes with a grin that sent a shiver down Steveâs spine. Not that he let any indication of that show in his expression.
âThat must have been terrifying,â he said, sounding innocently confused. âJust my neck? What, did it have like little legs or something?â He shuddered. âCreepy, dude.â
He had to pinch himself beneath the counter so that he didnât smile at the disappointed look on Eddieâs face. Robin dropped a stack of movies to cover her snort, not that it did it well. Eddie obviously didnât suspect anything at least.
âRight,â Eddie said after a moment, and flashing Steve another quick but rueful grin, pushed off the counter to walk backwards towards the door. âGuess Iâll see you neck time, Stevie,â he said with a wink before slipping out the door with a soft jingle of the bells.
It was only when Eddieâs van was no longer visible through the glass panes of the windows at the front of the store that Steve let the absolutely besotted smile spread across his face. He dropped down on the counter where Eddie had just been leaning, feeling the afterimage of his body heat still radiating from the surface.
âYou really picked a doofus there, dingus,â Robin dryly remarked as she began sorting through the stack of tapes, popping open the plastic cases to make certain they had all be rewound and removing the ones that hadnât.
âI know,â Steve dreamily sighed.
âIâm surprised he hasnât already asked you yet what with how obvious you are. I can smell your desperation from here.â
âYouâre a beta!â Steve said, tone scandalized, as he jumped up from where he was collapsed against the counter to turn and point at Robin.
âYeah, thatâs how badly you stink,â she snorted. âJust remember, no cheating or I win,â she added with a smirk.
Steve rolled his eyes, turning his back to her with a huff to return to his own duties. He couldnât help but smile a little again, because Eddie Munson wanted to court him. And, judging by how much Eddie talked about his neck, he wanted the official mating at the end as well.
He sighed dreamily once more, not even bothering to do more than lazily flip Robin off when she threw a bag of sunflower seeds at his head.
And that was how things went. Eddie would tell Steve terrible pickup lines involving his neck, Steve would play at being oblivious, and secretly he and Robin would bet on how long it would take for Eddie to just give up and ask him straight out. You know. Like a normal person.
Not that Eddie Munson could ever be accused of being normal. Which was one of the things Steve loved most about the man. He just wished Eddie would hurry up and get the picture.
Until then, he would have to put up with these godawful pickup lines and puns and continue pretending like he didnât know what the ridiculous alpha meant.
âDid you get a driving ticket from a vampire, because your neck has fine written all over it.â
âYou know sometimes I still get nightmares about being turned into a vampire by the demobats. Being a vampire wasnât the nightmare part though. It was the fact that I couldnât have garlic bread ever again.â
ââŚâ
âYouâd have to die first to become a vampire, dingus. Munsonâs the only one that died here.â
âOnly temporarily!â
âYeah! I gave him CPR.â
âWhat I wouldnât give to remember the resuscitation process there, Stevie.â
âWhat I wouldnât give to forget it.â
âRobin! Eddie could have become a vampire! Heâd never be able to have garlic bread again!â
ââŚâ A defeated sigh.
And then a week later.
âIs your neck a map? Because I think I just found some treasure.â
âOne time Robin wanted to use a marker to see if she could draw a pattern with my moles. But she accidentally used a sharpie. Do you know how hard it is to wash sharpie off your own back?â
ââŚâ Then: âI could help you out in the shower next time, Stevie.â
âOh itâs fine, that was months ago so itâs all gone now.â
Steve thought Eddie might bash his head against the table then, but he merely muttered something under his breath with a shake of his head and continued eating his meal. Too bad Eddie wouldnât just come out and say it was a date, because Steve would really love to kiss him.
But the pickup lines just kept coming. Never ending. Robin cackled each time she witnessed one, though obviously after Eddie left after Steveâs continued oblivious act, but Steve was getting impatient. He really wished Eddie would just hurry up and ask him.
âIf I said you had a beautiful neck, would you hold it against me?â
âAw, thanks, man. I love getting compliments from friends. If only I could find an alpha like you.â
And okay, maybe Steve was *slightly* cheating with that one. But Robin wasnât around and Eddie, lord help him, just gave him a look that totally said that he was silently screaming. But he stillâŚ
Didnât.
Ask.
Steve couldnât take it anymore. He really, really couldnât.
At all.
âAre we in a museum, because your neck is a work of arââ
âIf I was a guitar, would you grab me by the neck while fingering me from behind to see what noises I can make?â
Steve didnât react at all when coffee sprayed from Robinâs mouth, simply staring Eddie straight in the eyes as the other man choked on his words, Eddieâs eyes wide and face turning rapidly pink.
When Eddie still made no response besides staring at him while Robin let out a slew of curses as she tried to clean herself up, Steve just raised an imperious brow.
âWell?â
Eddie sucked in a sharp breath, snapping out of his frozen state to begin nodding his head rapidly like a puppet with loose strings. âUh. Yup. Uh huh. Yes. Yup.â
Steve smirked, leaning in towards Eddie and lightly arching his neck to the side. âIâve been told my neck smells like candy. Why donât you taste it and find out.â
As Eddie spluttered, Steve reached into his pocket for his wallet, pulling out the crisp $20 bill there and sliding it over to Robin without bothering to look her way. They could always make another bet later.
Like how long until Eddie asked to put his pups in him.
Judging by the slowly growing, manic smile on his face as he seemed to finally catch on to the situation, Steve figured it wouldnât be long.
Which was just fine by him.
Maybe heâd ask Eddie first again.
Or maybe theyâd do it together neck-and-neck.
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Ok question how would the tmnt bros (all 4) react to someone having a crush on them, and they confess, but the turtle rejects at time... but later on he realizes no wait I actually do like them!
But theres already been like a good month or more since the confession and their crush has been sorta avoiding them by hanging out with the other turtle bros and though still being polite, they avoid like being alone with their turtle crush and try to act like they don't have a crush still(but they do)
Sorry if I didn't write the request right! and thanks for your writing I love how you write the turtles!
Frothing at the mouth. No words. Speechless. Thank you so much anon! This request is absolutely amazing and tugged at my heart in all the good ways, you beauty. So glad you like my writing tyty <3 Apologies for the wait btw :] I might have meddled with the idea a bit depending on the turtle but I hope this is the kind of thing you were hoping for! May even make a part 2 continuation because there was just so much to write, this was really a lot of fun so thank you again :P I let fate decide which version to base this on and we got Bayverse!
Rejection, Realisation, and Regret
Warnings: bad language, grovelling turtles for their idiocy, angst with this in mind, oh these boys are some real idiots
Bay Turtles x Reader
Leonardo
Turns you down as gently as he can but it still feels like a sucker punch to the gut. It may sound calloused but he's a ninja, a mutant, a protector before anything else and that includes being someone's boyfriend. With a constructive discussion on the matter, he can only hope that you understand his position. You assured him that you did.
So, then, how is it that he barely gets a conversation in with you these days? And why does that fact burn a hole in his stomach? This pit, although metaphorical, weighs down heavily on him. Assumably, heâs missing one-on-one with a friend until it truly occurs to him just what exactly is going on. There's a lesson to be learned here, he's sure - a saying that goes around as if taken from an ancient script: you don't realise how good you have it until it's gone. You're not gone perse but you make a point of avoiding him individually. As well-mannered as you try to be, he's noticed and he's noticed the hurt in his belly that comes alongside it.
He thought things were okay, that despite the rejection, you would still be able to comfortably continue your friendship without any issues. It seems he managed even to fool himself. Being so caught up in what it means to be one of New York's self-acclaimed protectors, he was completely absentminded to the feelings that had been bubbling up inside him all along. No wonder he's been losing focus on his training as of late. He has attempted to try and talk to you about it but to no avail. Has your heart really been that broken?
For once, he doesnât know what to do, or what decision should be made. Heâs stuck between a rock and a hard place right now. Who's the one person he can turn to at a time like this? Come on. Who else would it be?
"Sensei, you know better than anyone that our position comes with complications. That we as ninjas are sworn to certain oaths.âÂ
"Yes, the duty of yourself and your brothers is indeed a heavy burden. Responsibility comes with risk and consequence as I am sure you are well aware of by now.â Splinter watches his son bow down as he thoughtfully strokes his beard. "However, sensei, rat, master; alongside all of these things, I am foremost a father who wishes to see his sons be happy. You're in love, are you not?"
Leoâs attention quickly turns up from the floor to his master. How had he figured it out? Must be that parental instinct. Either way, heâs thankful for that in some respect. It makes this easier. Less complicated.Â
The turtle nods and breathes out, "I am, Sensei."
"That's what I thought." His father lays a hand over Leoâs shoulder before it taps him against the side of his head. "Now, what are you waiting for? Talking to me isn't going to change the situation."
Splinter is right. It's high time for him to get out of his funk and strategise the best way to make amends. He can only hope he isnât too late.Â
Raphael
Rejects you thinking it was some sick prank curated by his youngest brother or something. There's no way you have a thing for him. He's a mutant and you're a human. How could someone actually be in love with a freak like himself? That's why he blows up in your face when you attempt to pour your heart out to him. Whatever joke you thought would be funny, isn't.Â
He may have taken things out of proportion. This much is made obvious enough by the poorly thought-out excuses you make just to avoid being alone with him. Yeah, that's right, he thinks. You should feel ashamed for trying to pull a stupid stunt like that, for trying to mess with him. He's standing firm on his self-assurance. Don't think for a second that he's going to lose sleep over what he said that day.
However, life has a very funny way of playing its own game. It all comes to fruition when you're laughing with the leader of the brothers. When your hand landed on his forearm, Raphael was struck with something fierce. The shot of jealousy to his heart almost takes him for a wild spin but he disregards it for typical Leo/Raph rivalry. Until that night, anyway. This man is tossing and turning in bed, ruminating on that sickly feeling in his chest; losing sleep over it. No. Surely not. He isn't in love with you. This isn't something that's been in the making for however long now. So what if you managed to calm him down quicker than anyone else he's ever known? Big whoop if you used to make a point of checking up on him when no one dared to go near him. Itâs no big deal that youâd hype him up and cheer him on before each mission.Â
Fuck. He's been in love with you this whole time, hasn't he? Oh, you have got to be kidding. This was probably the only chance he had at something close to normal in his life and he trampled over it like it was nothing. That's assuming it was even genuinely meant from your end to begin with. He still has his doubts all things considered. Either way, he canât just sit in bed and wallow in his head all night. He needs some air.Â
"What crawled up your shell and died?"
Great. He had hoped to get some peace and quiet. Not that this city knows the definition of either word but that isnât the point.Â
"Not now, Jones. I ain't in the mood."
Casey's head rolls against his shoulders and he sighs, "Hey, if this is to do with (Y/n) ignoring you, what do you expect? 'Can't just make someone cry and expect things to be okay after without an apology."
Raph's mask slowly descends and hoods over his eyes, those of which are now staring down the detective.
"Oh, shit. You didn't know?"
No. No, he did not. He really made you cry? Why would you-? Ah. Two things smack him up the head at this moment: you meant every word of what you admitted a month ago and he is an absolute asshole. Despite already living in the sewers, he feels like the scum of the Earth.
That's it. No more holding back. No more being chicken. He might have ruined his chance but he can at least try and make things right by you.
Donatello
Aloof. Absolutely aloof and utterly clueless to the fact that you were even trying to admit your feelings for him. Yet, the way that the whole situation plays out makes it seem as though he had denied you. His head is usually stuck in a book or on one of the many screens that litter his quarters. What can you really expect of him? Unfortunately, this isnât something that comes to mind nor is taken into consideration when you attempt your casual proclamation. With his eyes glued to his computer, his inattentiveness could only be read as uninterest to which you find itâs probably best to withdraw yourself.Â
In the weeks to come, it still doesn't even occur to him that you were confessing. The only thing that dawns on him from your weirdly abrupt absence is how strange it feels without you around. You still engage in your regular visits to the lair but are always elusive to his corner. Had he missed a memo? He can't quite place a finger on your change in behaviour. Then he realises just how much he enjoys and misses your presence. Even just how you'd pass by his little section of the lair and do something as small as asking him what he's working on. The small details should always get their chance in the spotlight but he managed to miss them when they were right there in front of him. When you were in front of him.
Subsequent to this steady progression of fluttering heart palpitations upon the thought of you and his drying throat when he tries to speak your way, he decides to take some action. At least, thatâs the plan he has in his head. You hardly look his way, so he needs to find a way to gain your attention. There must be some way. With somewhat of an idea in mind, he dials a number through his computer and lets it ring.Â
The other side of the line picks up and thereâs a voice. âIf this has anything to do with goons, aliens or whatever trouble you guys have gotten yourselves into, I donât want any part of it.â
âRelax, Vern. This is something that entirely requires your expertise without life endangerment. I need to ask about women,â Donnie confirms, cutting right to the chase.
Thereâs a pause. "What-?â Another longer pause and then an inhale. âCan't you just ask one of your brothers or something?"
Yeah, right, because his family of sewer dwellers are so well-equipped for this matter. Even asking for Vern's aid is pushing the boat a little but it's better than nothing - a baseline structure of what to expect is all he needs. The internet would probably be more reliable but it doesnât include that vital real-world experience.
"You engage in frequent courting. By all accounts, you're the only person I know who has enough field experience to give advice."
This might be giving Vern too much credit but this is a surefire way to get what he wants. Feeding a man's ego can accomplish many things. Call it manipulation of the circumstances if you will but no harm done.Â
"You know what?â Thereâs a brightness in his tone, an uptilted cadence in Vernâs rhetorical question. Bingo. âYou being the smart one has never been more accurate, Don. Alright, I'll help you."
The notes he takes are unfathomable but he wants to make sure that everything is thought out with careful precision. That's not even taking into account that he needs to muster the courage to ask you out in the first place.
Michelangelo
One would think that this guy would be jumping with unparalleled joy to have someone confess their feelings for him but he's got eyes for someone else. April O'Neil is his one true babycake, his angel face, the first love he had ever known. He turns you down in the friendly way one would expect him to if not a little cocky. Who wouldn't want a piece of the MC Mikey? There arenât any hard feelings though, right?
Well, no but the sting that follows is still too much for you to handle. Too much in fact that you decide it's best to recoil into a shell of your own and spend less time with the loveable terrapin. Such a shame as well considering you're missing out on your regular gaming sessions together. It probably sucks big time to be rejected but he meant no harm by it. He thought you could still hang out as you normally would. Perhaps you just needed some time. Thatâs what he reckoned until the days turned to weeks and those weeks to almost two months.Â
Heâs subjected to playing bystander when you hang out with his family, barely getting a chance to have a word with you alone. If this treatment is good for anything, it gives him a chance to spectate and watch how you interact with those around you rather than directly with him. He recognises how much he adores that sparkle in your eyes, the playfulness of your tone when you crack out jokes with his brothers, how you light up the entire lair when you make your presence known. There is this unshakable spirit within you that he somehow never noticed until a few days prior when you took the liberty of playing an incredibly bold practical joke at Casey's expense. Man, this turtle's heart sored higher than it ever has before, which is saying something considering he had to jump out of a plane once.
Well, colour him surprised. He was so sure of himself that New York's favourite journalist was the only one for him but it seems he was wrong. Oh, man. He's feeling pretty bad now. He can surely make up for what happened though, right? Hopefully. There's only one way of finding out but he has one thing he needs to do first before talking to you.
"I'm sorry, angel face. My sights have been led astray. My loyalty shouldnât be doubted but itâs for someone else now.âÂ
The way Mikey is knelt down, head lowered with Aprilâs hands in his own is a perplexing sight if not curiously amusing. His feelings and the pronounced âdibsâ on the reporter have been no secret but his recent infatuation with you hasnât been much of a secret either. Not to her anyway but she likes to think sheâs good at picking up on these things.Â
âJust know that you'll always have a special place in my heart,â he finishes, ending the overly dramatised display by holding a fist to his chest.Â
"Considerate as always." Her expression is somewhere between humoured and endeared, fighting the shake of her head at how adorably ridiculous this turtle can be. "Thanks, Mikey."
Now that's out of the way, he can go into this with a clear head. Although, the only thing really going into this is going to be all of his heart.
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Just a little crush II Kim Little x Beattie!Reader
masterlist I word count: 3192
a/n: sorry, It's a lengthy one, but we hope you still enjoy it. â¤ď¸
âLee, whoâs that girl talking to Jen?â, Kim Little asked Arsenalâs vice-captain while licking her lips nervously. They and some other family and friends gathered for a party to send Jen Beattie off who was going to California to join Bay FC.
There was something about that young woman standing next to her friend which was making her feel and think things the midfielder never did before, but she didnât want to dwell on them any further as it would lead to much more questions and less clear answers.
Amused Leah Williamson raised her eyebrows:â Oh Kimmy, you donât recognize her? Itâs Jennis baby sister, sheâs fresh out of Edinburgh University!â
âThatâs not Jenâs sister! She looked so much younger last time.â, the Scottish woman shook her head in disbelief.
Still smiling the England captain replied: âYes, itâs, sheâs 25 now.â
âOh wow.â, Kim muttered.
Noisily Beth Mead took part in their conversation:â Who are you two gossiping about? I want to know.â
âJens little sis.â, Leah answered with a smug smile on her face.
âShe turned into a real beauty, right?â, the blonde forward winked watching Kim turning red.
Much to her dismay the defender noticed it:â think our captain would agree with you.â
âStop it.. Iâm not.â, Kim explained slightly embarrassed.
âHaving a little crush?â, Beth teased her teammate grinning.
Tuning in Steph Catley chirmed:â Oh Kim, thatâs so cute.â
âI donât have a crush.â, their captain disagreed. She felt relived when Jen came along distracting from the gossiping football players.
âHi guys, remember my little sister?â, the tall Scottish defender asked.
Cheerful you greeted them:â Hi, everyone.â
âHello great to see you again. Even though the reason is kind of sad.â, Beth responded with a sad smile.
Empathetically you nodded:â No, I agree but shamefully canât wait to visit her soon in Cali.â
âYou all act like Iâm disappearing forever.â, your big sister laughed. Even though you knew the farewell felt equally as bittersweet to her.
Quickly Lia Wälti hugged her: âWe canât help how weâre feeling, Jen. Itâs a big loss for us and a big win for Bay FC.â
âYou girls are the sweetest.â, Jen whispered, she was so grateful for the friendships she made during her time at Arsenal.
Big eyed Steph Catley responded:â Iâll miss my favourite neighbour.â
âIâll miss living next to you too, Steph.â, the defender answered truthfully.
This was the moment you found the time to talk to Kim directly to express your gratitude towards her:â Thanks for letting me stay at your place for a few weeks, Kim.â
âYouâre welcome. Now that your sister canât let you stay anymore.â, the older woman waved it off.
âI really appreciate it.â
With a small smile the midfielder told you in a reassuring tone:â You can stay as long as you want. Donât worry about it.â
âIâm sure youâll have a great time together.â, Jen intervened confidently.
You gave your sister a nod: âIâm sure weâll.â
As the evening progressed, the atmosphere became more and more relaxed. You felt right at home with your sisters teammates who happily shared stories about Jen with and made sure your glass was never empty.
It was only after midnight that Kim appeared right in front of you, reaching out a hand towards you: âCome, Iâll get you home.â
âNow?â, you asked, surprised by how drunk you sounded already.
Kim just raised an eyebrow but did not comment on it: âYes, itâs late.â
âBye, Jen!â, you shouted across the room to your sister while Kim helped you into your coat.
With one swift motion, Jen came over and pulled you into a tight hug: âBye, you two.â
Luckily, the way home in Kims car was short. You were by sleep and found it difficult to keep your eyes open. Once Kim led you into the guest room of her apartment, you let yourself fall onto the bed with a relieved sigh. Kims dog curled into a ball at your feet.
âThis is really cozy.â, you mumbled, burying your face into the soft pillows.
Kim watched you from the doorway: âGlad you feel at home here.â
âGood night, Kim.â
The corners of her mouth quirked up as she closed the door behind her and you fell into a dreamless sleep.
You woke up early the next morning and decided to make coffee for yourself and Kim. The coffee was just done brewing as Kim came back from walking her dog. Beaming, you handed her a mug: âMorning, this one is for you.â
She gave you a surprised look first but then took the coffee from you: âOh. Thank you.â
âYouâre welcome. Also I hope I didnât say anything weird when we went home last night.â, you said as you sat down at the kitchen table together. You took a sip of coffee to hide your reddening cheeks behind the cup.
âNo. Like what?â, Kim asked inquiringly.
You decidedly ignored her question and only reacted to the first part: âOh good.â
âYou almost immediately fell asleep.â, she explained plainly.
Changing the topic, you suggested: âDo you like Pizza? When Iâm done with my interview, I could get some on the way back.â
Finally, a small smile appeared on the football players face: âSure, why not?â
âOkay, great.â
With a glance toward the kitchen clock, Kim announced: âI have to leave for training now. So, see you later?â
âYes, see you.â, you smiled at her.
Just before Kim walked out, she paused for a moment: âOh, wait.â
âUhm, yes?â, you patiently looked at her as she walked back into the kitchen.
âI forgot to give you the keys.â, she said, carefully tossing them in you direction.
You caught them with a grin: âRight. Thank you, Kim.â
âSee you later. Good luck with your interview.â, Kim replied.
You were almost at the door when you turned around to face her beaming with hopefulness: âThanks. Have fun in training!â
During training Kim warmed up with CloĂŠ Lacasse. The Canadian striker asked her curiously:â So you got yourself a roommate, Kim?â
âI was more or less assigned a roommate, CloĂŠ. She was supposed to stay with Jen, but she decided to leave us.â, the Arsenal captain explained with a deep sigh.
With a mischievous smile on her lips Leah came to a stop right next to the older women: âThe most important part is though that Kim has a Girl crush on said roommate.â
Annoyed by her comment Kim rolled her eyes at the defender:â I donât have a girl crush, Leah.â
âKim is straight too.â, the Canadian forward added.
âRight.â, the Scottish midfielder nodded. Although deep inside of her something didnât sit right with it although it has been true for so many years at this point. Why did your presence make her question things she thought she knew about herself.
This didnât impress Leah in the least: âYou should have been there CloĂŠ when they met at Jens Farewell Party.â
âWell, I canât wait to hopefully meet her soon.â, CloĂŠ answered politely.
Frustrated Kim intervened:â You guys are making a way too big deal out of it.â
âIf you need to chat though weâre here for you, Kim.â, Beth offered warmly.
Stubbornly the Scottish woman shook her head: âI donât need to chat. Sheâs just staring at my place.â
âAlright, just saying.â, the England forward mumbled.
âItâs not a big deal.â, her captain repeated in a serious tone which made obvious that she was done with talking for now.
Reading the signs Leah decided:â Letâs get back to training.â
Finally, Kim thought relieved as they started to move again, distracting from the whirlwind, which was currently inside of her, giving her a peace of mind for the moment.
In the early evening you returned to Kimâs place announcing cheerfully:â Hi, I got the pizza.â
âThanks. How did your interview go?â, she wanted to know from you.
As you were setting up the table for dinner, you told her about it:â Not too bad, actually. They said my writing is promising but they asked me if I really want to stay focused on womenâs football.â
Interested the Scottish woman looked up to you:â What did you say to them?â
âThat I donât want to change my focus, I love writing about womenâs football and the culture surrounding it.â, you responded.
Proudly Kim remarked:â Your sister would have done the same in your position.â
âShe wouldâve, right?â, you asked her cautiously.
Kim nodded once with conviction: âAbsolutely.â
âThereâs still such a long way to go⌠although the recent success helped a bit.â, you thought out loud, a sad smile tugging on your lips.
âYou donât have to tell me.â, Kim replied with her gaze trained on the kitchen table.
You could sense that the football player felt a similar way about the topic. Your curiosity was piqued so you continued: âFor you and Jen it must have been an amazing progress to live through.â
âYes. Weâre lucky to be part of this generation. Selling out stadiums is something that a few years ago we thought was impossible.â, she explained calmly.
You were reminded of your sisters first football games. She was not getting paid to play yet and the number of fans was ridiculously low compared to this season. You bit your lip: âYes, I remember that too.â
âI appreciate that you want to keep focusing on womens football.â
Hearing her say that made your heart flutter for a brief moment. But you were also reminded how quickly the atmosphere had changed. You sighed and with all the enthusiasm you could muster, said: âWe should eat the pizzas now before they get too cold.â
âYouâre right.â
As you both sat down, taking the first slices of the pizza, you admitted: âBut I do love talking about football with you.â
âWe can continue at another time if you want.â, Kim suggested a little more relaxed.
âYes, Iâd like that very much.â
âMe too.â
âGreat.â
Kim put her slice of pizza down and looked at you thoughtfully: âWeâre playing at home on the weekend. You should come watch.â
âYes, Iâll be there.â, you politely smiled back at her.
Kims focus had already shifted back to her pizza: âGreat.â
 The stadium was starting to fill on the following Sunday while players walked out to warm up. You were engrossed in a conversation with your friend Emily who after a long time of convincing had finally agreed to come to the game with you. You completely missed that Cloe Lacasse walked out on the pitch with Kim and curiously nodded in your direction: âSo thatâs her?â
âYes, thatâs her.â, Kim replied, a frown on her face as she spotted you close to the field.
âIs that her girlfriend? The one whoâs standing next to her?â, the Canadian wanted to know.
Kim shrugged and shook her head: âShe didnât say anything about a girlfriend.â
Still, her gaze lingered on the two of you for a little longer.
The game ended with an easy win for Arsenal. Apart from the goals of Cloe and Alessia Russo, Kim also converted a penalty. The atmosphere in the stadium after the game was great and you immediately felt at home. However, the mood between the players on the pitch was less elated.
Leah Williamson bumped her captain with her shoulder: âKim? Youâre even quieter than usual.â
âWhat? Iâm just focused.â, the midfielder replied, pulling away from her teammate.
The younger player couldnât ask any further as you hugged the Scottish woman and sung:â Kim, you had a fantastic game, Kim!â Seeing the England captain you added blushing:âHi Lee.â
Smiling Leah couldnât help but to notice the height difference between you two, you were almost as tall as Jen while your roommate was fairly small: âOur skipper was great, right?â
âYes, she definitely was.â, with that said you let Kim down.
Much to your surprise she didnât look happy despite the comfortable win:âThanks.â
The midfielder didnât say anything further instead she left the room and left you clueless. Puzzled you turned around to look at her teammate: âWell, that was a bit strange do you know whatâs going on, Leah?â
âI think sheâs a bit jealous.â, the blonde replied seriously.
Baffled by that you let out a shaky laugh:â Jealous? Kim?â
Leah grinned: âYeah.â
âWhy?â
âBecause you brought your girlfriend.â, the defender replied, crossing her arms in front of her.
âMy girlfriend? Emily is just a friend!â, you corrected her, shaking your head in disbelief.
Sceptical Leah rose an eyebrow at you:â Oh, is she?â
âYes, wait, did Kim think that Em was my girlfriend?â, you questioned her.
Thoughtfully Leah responded:â Maybe.â
âI need to talk to her.â, you decided.
With an empathetic smile on her lips the blonde held you back: âMaybe not now.â
You listened to her advice, so you went back to Emily and brought her home before making your way slowly to Kimâs home. In your mind it already was yours too.
On her car ride home Jen phone called the Arsenal captain:â Hi mate, great game!â
âThanks, Jen. Howâs California?â, Kim asked her.
âItâs been really great so far., the defender sounded happily before turning more serious, but you texted that you needed to talk?â
Earnestly Kim told her: âYes. About your sister. Did you know that sheâs dating someone?â
âWhat? No, sheâs single.â, she mumbled convinced.
âWhat do you mean? She brought someone to our game today?â, the midfielder frowned.
Quickly Jen explained: âYes Emily, sheâs just a friend of her, Kimmy.â
âAre you sure? They seemed close?â, Kim almost felt something like relief by her former teammates reply. Although she didnât dare to trust the news yet.
âKim, Iâm sure of that besides Emily has a boyfriend.â, Jen chuckled.
âIf you say so.â
âBut you can ask my sister again. Kim are you jealous?â, the defender wanted to know from her friend.
Offended Kim scoffed at her:â Why would I be jealous? I was just wondering why sheâd stay with me when sheâs got a girlfriend here.â
âNow you know. I need to go to training, hope to hear from you soon, mate?â After a few goodbyes they ended the phone call and the Arsenal captain tried to focus on the drive instead of the turmoil which was inside her.
When the door closed behind Kim, you looked up from the food you were cooking. While the Arsenal players showered and debriefed at the stadium, you had hurried to get home and surprise your housemate with a freshly cooked dinner. âKim? Hi, I started cookingâŚâ, you greeted her.
The football player raised her eyebrows in surprise: âYouâre already here?â
You nodded: âYes, Emily had to go back to her boyfriend who has a bit of a cold. Otherwise we might have gone to a pub. Do you want a drink to celebrate the win?â
âNo, thanks. I usually donât drink after games.â, Kim answered plainly, putting her bag down next to the kitchen table.
You grimaced: âOh, right. Sorry. So water?â
âSure. What are you cooking?â, Kim asked, looking over your shoulder at the food while you poured two glasses of water.
You smiled while handing her one of the glasses: âSome pasta dish. Itâs one of the few things I can cook.â
The football player nodded impressed and smirked slightly: âThatâs more than your sister can cook.â
âThatâs true.â
You both sat down to enjoy your home-cooked meal, talking about the game again even though Kim kept her answers short. You took the empty plates and set them down at the sink: âI guess Iâll let you sleep now.â
âYou donât have to. I canât sleep yet anyway.â, Kim replied to your surprise.
You slowly turned back to her, biting down a nervous smile: âOkay but you know you can just ask me on a date instead of running away and sulking after the match, right?â
Her eyes widened in shock: âWait, what are you talking about?â
âLeah said you were jealous because of Emily and you really donât need to be.â, you shrugged, trying to keep the nonchalance in your voice.
âI wasnât jealous.â, she protested.
You looked back at the dishes in the sink, waiting: âGood.â
âThatâs ridiculous.â
âKimâŚâ, you started but when you looked back to her, she had already bridged the gap between you two and pressed her lips to yours. You gasped into the kiss: âWhat?â
âThat was a mistake. Iâm sorry.â, she sighed, shaking her head in a mix of confusion and guilt.
She wanted to turn away from you but you grabbed her wrist: âNo, please, do it again.â
There was an urgency in your voice that made Kim search for your eyes: âAre you sure?â
âYes.â
âBut⌠okay.â
She kissed you again, more patiently now. This time you could savour the taste of her lips on yours and only then you realized that she had to stand on her tiptoes to reach you. You were so charmed by this that you could not stop yourself from smiling.
As you both pulled away, you could see an uncertainty in Kims eyes. It was definitely not the kiss, you could feel that you both enjoyed it. Another thougth raced through your head: âAm I your first woman? Donât worry, we have time. When is your next free day? Maybe we could go to a restaurant.â
âI have tomorrow off.â, she told you straight away.
A relieved sigh escaped your mouth:â Perfect, with a smirk you continued, also, youâre not a bad kisser, captain.â
âI never said I was.â, Kim laughed, you could tell some weight fell off her shoulders.
âNo just saying.â, you shrugged.
The midfielder put a loose string of hair behind her ear:â Thanks.â
A month later Kim and you had a video call with your sister. The first thing you told her was that you two became a couple. âYou two are dating?! You better take good care of her little sis!â, Jen warned you in a jokingly tone.
âWhat?! Me?!â, you huffed.
Grinning the defender nodded: âYes, you heard me.â
âWow.â, you ran a free hand through your hair.
Meanwhile your girlfriend seemed to have ignored that part of the conversation as she reassured Jen:â Donât worry, Iâm taking good care of your sister.â
âI can already see that.â, your big sister observed amused.
âJen, youâre a terrible big sister.â, you teased her.
âIâm the best big sister.â, she countered quickly.
âSure.â, you rolled your eyes at her.
âStop it you two.â, Kim demanded in her captain voice.
Smiling Jen answered:â No, get used to it, Kimmy. Youâre part of the Beattie family now.â Â
âOh yes.â, you added, while giving the midfielder a kiss on her blushing cheek.
Coming to London to move in with one of your sisterâs oldest friends was one of the best things that could had happen to you.
As for Kim she never knew she could fall for a woman until you came into her life, but the midfielder was very happy to have let her change her mind about that. Turned out you were more than just a little crush.
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Sun kissed
Monkey D. Luffy x reader
Fluff fluff and just more fluff, confession, gender neutral reader no use of pronouns or gendered descriptions
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You had never met someone like Luffy
He was once in a lifetime kind of guy, but familiar all the same; like the sun going down painting the skies with beautiful hues to then disappear as the moon anchors up above, the scenery a natural beauty that would repeat itself the next day but breathtaking nonetheless
Relentless and brave beyond belief, the only thing keeping him going when his body gives up being his unmeasurable conviction, a selfish captain that always gets what he wants, he hates being called a hero yet he possesses the biggest kind heart of gold you had ever seen
It wasnât a surprise when you realized your admiration for your Captain went beyond just that, after all, he had freed you; offering you a place in his crew, an unbreakable friendship that you cherished and a promise to both achieve your dreams together
The roles of captain and crew member being almost nonexistent nor necessary; every single strawhat had sworn loyalty to Luffy just because he had been the purest of friends, not needing an explanation for their past or behavior before extending his support and kindness. He saw something in all of you and that was enough, his role only held by this unspoken respect and trust
However, the base of the strawhats crew was the already so mentioned friendship, there was this dynamic you had to follow even if it pained you to do so
Because you didnât wanted to get in his way
Luffy was so busy working to be the king of the pirates, you knew the moment he got to see you walking before him with your heart in your hands he would decline the offering, even if the lines between your relationship were already so blurry
Even as you beat yourself up to âstay in the laneâ there was this natural flow that would bring Luffy to your shore, as it would also bring you to his
Itâs always you and him
You the first to jump to defend his name even if held by gunpoint, screaming at the top for your lungs that he would be the next king of the pirates making his heart swell. You the first he looks for in the battlefield, he believes in your strength but his mind can only think about your safety and wellbeing. You the first to join in his laughter, joy spreading all across your being as you both giggle with big bright smiles that seem to grow bigger at each otherâs sight. You the only one he doesnât steal food from when youâre sitting at dinner
you and him
Regardless of how close and how happy you were, souls destined to intertwine, Luffy would be a liar if he said he didnât notice the sadness and uncertainty that started to gloss over your face whenever your gaze looked for his. A lot of things he is, perceptive a quality a lot of people seemed to brush off
âWhy are you doing that face?â
You sat side by side on his seat on top of The Sunny, the celebration for yet another victory unfolding behind you becoming a little unbearable since your eyes could not be peeled off your Captain, your heart heavy with unspoken feelings hanging form your tongue
You crook a small smile- âWhat face?â Your question answering his questions makes the pirate frown and huff in annoyance, his arms crossing in front of his scarred chest
âYou have been doing that face every time I look at youâ- even though heâs making an statement it sounds more like a reproach âAre you upset with me?â
Your heart falls to the sea that rocks the ship at a slow tranquil pace, your breath picking up speed as your try to make up for the emptiness in your chest- âN-No Luffy I could never get mad at you!â
He remains quiet, a frown still hanging form his lips as his eyes do a one over your nervous form, as if looking for an answer in your body language, but it ever appears- âSomething is not right, youâre not⌠youâ
Your face drops and your eyebrows knit in pain, making it now impossible to miss the thoughts that plague you as they reflect on your face, a quality of yours Luffy quite enjoyed- âI love you, please come back to youâ
The first three words hit you like a Marineâs ship, eyes widening in shock mouth going dry as they replay for a couple more times before you come back to earth. A pang now replacing the emptiness you once felt as a remainder that you were in fact a real person, a human being with emotions and desires that could not be ignored for much longer
âI- you love me?â You sound absolutely incredulous
âWell of course I do! Youâre one of my best friendsâ Luffy answered beaming with a 3000 kilowatt smile that has you burning at the sight of it
You feel dizzy, your mind reeling making everything around you spin, your breath that once struggled to be kept in now leaving your mouth in an exasperated sigh that makes your Captain confused
âWhat? Is that.. wrong?â
âNo itâs not , itâs just that-â your words get stuck in your throat, you massage your head and temples as you meditate the answer youâre about to give, a fear creeping up that grows exponentially when you meet his eyes again
âI love you too, but not as a friendâ it even surprises you how delicate and patiently every word left you, your heart coming back to life by beating faster and faster as every second passed
Luffy stays quiet again, which only feeds on your worry since heâs not someone that find themselves at a loss of words
âOh⌠so likeâŚâ he struggles to pint point exactly what is it youâre trying to tell him, the thought of a romantic interest never crossing his mind before, the label lost in the wind of his wild determined motions that had led you to him. He knows this tingling sensation he gets whenever youâre alone isnât something friends are supposed to feel, because it only happens with you. And it grows even stronger when you smile, and when your hands touch? He feels like he might combust; he knows youâre special to him, but it never occurred to him what that might actually intel
This âloveâ Sanji always babbles about when heâs sitting waiting for his meal and tries to strike a conversation, though the cook seemed to had painted it as something more complicated, what Luffy felt for you was not complicated at all, he loved you and that was it, clear as water. This being the reason he had never approached you about it, he wasnât sure how to go about this new feeling that was taking over him every time he saw you, an urgency to always be with you, his body begging to crash into yours
âLoveâ he completes his sentence though it feels like heâs assuring himself that what he just heard was what he understood
âYes, I love you Luffy, more than friends doâ he nods still thinking about your statement
âOk! Me too!â Your eyes feel like theyâre about to pop out of your skull, youâre so confused for a statement so blunt and direct
âY-you⌠love me?â
âYes, quite a lot, as much as meat actually!â- You had never came across someone like Luffy, he always seemed to surprise you with his antics but this⌠you were dumbfounded- âYouâre funny, beautiful and strong! And so smart too! How could I not love you?â The way he speaks about his love for you makes your stomach turn in glee, like its the most obvious thing in the world, like he knows the sky is blue
Something you had never had before
A honest and real smile now spreads on your face which makes your Captain smile even wider back at you, his mission of bringing you back now complete and he basks on it, happy he got his way
âSee! There you are!â His hands come up to crush your cheeks together, his fingers warm form the heat that exudes form them
âLuffyâ the way his name leave your lips begs him to stop, big chocolate eyes hanging form above you like the stars in the night. Ever so slowly, your face cuts the space between you inch by inch leaving enough room for your stretchy captain to pull away if he wishes to. But he stays completely still, eager to find out where are you going and hoping itâs only closer
Your lips graze softly over his, a featherlight feeling that could be missed yet it sparks something deep inside both of you. You pull away to gaze at Luffy expectantly, as if afraid you had overstepped only to be met with twinkling eyes and a happy face. The butterflies in your stomach go wild once again but now they push you to kiss him again with more confidence and intention and Luffy welcomes it gladly, almost too grateful
âThis is so fun, keep doing it!â He states between smiles and laughter that make you beam- âBut only do it to meâ
As if you were to love anyone else like this
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brownies 4 u â lee felix x reader ; there is love in a batch of freshly baked brownies (0.7k words)
happy bday felix!
The sun had come down hours ago when you arrive at Felixâs dorm.
Itâs late, a little too late for your liking because you tether between quiet footsteps and gentle actions so as to not shake anyone awake from their slumber.
You politely set your shoes down where everyone elseâs are. Their dorm has always been the cleanest between the four. You suppose it might be his roommate, Seungminâs doing.
âBaby?â
You hear him before you see him.
You wouldâve ran to the direction of the sound had the air not been so delicate. Guilt sits horrendously at the bottom of your stomach at the thought that maybe the beeping of the door had woken him up, but in the periphery of your vision, thereâs evidence that contrasts your suspicions.
âWhat are you doing awake?â You suppose you donât need to ask upon closer look.
Between the commotion in the kitchen and the flowery apron heâs sporting around his neck (the one youâd gifted to him last Christmas), you already know what.
The more appropriate question was why.
âYou said you were craving brownies earlier.â
Oh.
Heâs so warm, and so kind, and heâs speaking so gently that it matches the way heâs smiling at you.
Your stomach swirls with an emotion entirely different from the guilt that had occupied it earlier. Despite your eyes dimming with tire, thereâs no mistaking the fondness that litters your pupils when you look at the boy.
So thatâs why.
âSit down, theyâre almost done.â Felix doesnât leave without a kiss on your forehead, careful not to touch you with his flour-filled hands.
The proximity is enough for you to catch a whiff of his soap and the sweetness of the brownie batter.
Youâve never felt this way before.
And if the boy was being honest, heâd never felt this way before either. Heâs never been the type to sacrifice his sleep over a simple craving youâd mentioned in passing.
While he has always been kind, Felix had no trouble drawing the line where friendship and love tow dangerously close to one another. With you, he finds that he doesnât mind losing the extra hours he couldâve gotten had he not started baking. He doesnât mind if heâs doing it in the premise of love.
Hyunjin had asked him to describe it once.
Love.
There is nothing potently more romantic than the way your heart feels, he thinks.
Felix will never find the words to answer Hyunjin, but if anyone were to spend a second being as in love with you as he is, theyâd know. Sometimes, thereâs no need for words. Itâs just the way you make his heart beat in a way it has never before.
âYou didnât have to make me this.â Your heart swells when he takes the seat next to yours, two pieces of perfectly cut brownies on a plate.
âI wanted to.â
Your âthank youâ comes out whispered, and Felix spends the remainder of the time memorizing your smile the moment you take a bite.
âItâs really good.â
He mirrors your smile. Your cheeks puff up a little bit while youâre chewing, and thereâs years of happiness and pain littered through little marks all over your skin. Thereâs no sight as perfect as the one heâs subjected to right now.
âIs it?â He asks, eyes quiet with comfort.
You hum. It doesnât take long for you to finish it. You didnât know before that something as simple as a brownie and the hands and the patience and the person behind it could be the brief peace that you needed amidst a rough week.
âThank you, Felix.â Sincerity drips from your voice, and it makes Felix warm.
There is nothing more beautiful than genuineness, especially when itâs aimed at you. Heâs convinced God had modeled you after kindness, and heâs even more thankful that heâd walked a path in his life that led him straight to you.
âBed?â
âHmm..â
âDonât do this again when youâre tired, okay?â You mumble, pressing a kiss on his lips as your eyes struggle to keep open. But itâs something you have to remind him, so he wonât risk his sleep again. âWe can always wait til the morning.â
âOkay.â
(Felix still does. He doesnât think you understand that his sleep is a small price to pay to see you smile despite your own exhaustion. Heâs always been weak at heart when it comes to you.)
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lucky trip (k.ys x reader)
<kang yeosang x fem!reader> summary: On a particularly tiring work trip, you're forced to share a room with Yeosang; only there seems to be a problem with your sleeping arrangement⌠genre/warnings: smut, fluff, friends to lovers, use of pet names a/n: sure let me know anything you want! don't hold back, bby < 3 word count ~3.3k
KQ Entertainment greeted you with a piece of great news this morning. There's going to be a trip to Sokcho Beach to film a show segment. Two days and one night, and you can try yourself out as a camera operator.
Starting out in college, you weren't so sure you'd make it. Sound and video equipment is great; you always wanted to be the one in charge of setting it and making sure it works properly. Really, it's a perfect job that allows you to use your brain, and you've got a great one at that, and provides room for creativity and exploring hobbies in a workplace. You're curious about how they do weather reports and want to keep up with sports? Try to secure a place in a news studio. Want to go to concerts for free? Welcome to the venue setting-up team. Come to think of it, you'll see a show free of charge, and they'll pay you for it. Isn't is a dream come true? Working for an entertainment company was not something you expected to pick, yet it proved to be the right choice. Sure, it took a while before your company got rich enough to grant a decent, steady salary, but the results were worth it. The team was full of talented, ambitious people, and the tight setting laid out a path for you to become a true found family. You and other staff members cared deeply for each other, always ready to offer a piece of advice or listen to your problems. The band members, Ateez, were also sweet and kind, treating staff respectfully and being friendly overall. So, when you were picked for a short working trip, you felt excitement. You're going to be surrounded by friends, you're going to do your best to help create entertaining content for fans, and you're going to see a part of Korea you haven't visited before. Win-win, win. Bonus points if there's food you didn't try yet. The ride on the bus was a little less chaotic than you expected. At first, things were pretty usual: Ateez bickered and made jokes, and you and your team laughed, sometimes awkwardly. Despite the elevated mood all were in, bad traffic and members' exhaustion got the best of them. Hongjoong was the first to fall asleep, others following suit quickly. Sat closest to them, you turned the camera off for the remainder of the ride. Now you could admire Yeosang's sleeping frame and get some rest as well. Oh, he was just so beautiful, so peaceful like this. He caught your attention first. He was so polite and sweet, and a little clumsy. When everyone was on the brink of mental breakdown before their debut, he used to stride nervously around the building, bumping into you with enviable regularity. He nearly broke your DI and stage box unit, and thus, your conversation started. You weren't mad, you get it he was stressed, and he was thankful. Like that, a friendship blossomed. During breaks, he'd ask you about your week or if you finished that show you were into. You'd ask how their recent choreo's coming together or if he'd finally discovered a new favorite dish. You'd blabber something about new lighting or broken audio cables, and he'd always pick fried chicken over anything. You found him delightful. He found that he didn't care that much about cables, but still wanted to listen to you anyway. You're really passionate about your job. Your eyes sparkle when he comments on the sound being set just right for his earpiece. You can make puns about your gadgets all day long, and if Wooyoung rolls his eyes at the third one, Yeosang considers them actually funny (are they?). You're just so vibrant and so pretty, and he wants to be around you longer. Maybe he should learn to set up and help you. He thinks it could be a good idea. Maybe he should just ask you out on a date. Seonghwa thinks this idea is better.
It took about nine hours to film the first part of the show. You tried to set things up as fast as possible. Hopefully, by the end of it, you won't be completely spent. You really want to take some time to walk around; take in the scenery, breathe fresh air, and reflect on life. The beach is wide and clean; the guide said there'll be illumination until late at night, it'll probably look really nice. The water is very clear, almost looks like a pool. You just want to admire the view without needing to control the picture frame or panic that someone might get hurt. Work-free, beer in hand, ocean gazing. What could be better? Ocean gazing with Yeosang, probably. The whole crew settled down to have a quiet one at the end of the shift. Ateez seemed to have woken up completely, now lively chatting amongst themselves, waiting for you to put the rest of the equipment away for the night. Fresh air and cold beer will do that to you. You can feel eyes linger on your busy form. Turning around, you're met with his dark eyes. He follows your movement, not realizing that he's been caught until getting nudged in his side. Oh, now he's going to be teased the whole night. ''Wanna join them? You did great today, y/n, go have some fun.'' Your colleague tries to send you off. You like to imagine you're smooth and nonchalant about your crush on a young and very attractive singer. Your friends, though, would use other words to describe it. What is it, let's see⌠Tangible? Painfully obvious? Yeah, that's the one. So they try time and time again to encourage you to confess. They leave you two in the room under a variety of excuses and give you tasks that would force you to go up to him unnecessarily often. Their efforts seem to go around both of your heads. You and Yeosang like to call yourselves very good friends. Everyone around you likes to call you fools. Just so you know. ''It's okay. I think it's time we head to the hotel. Still plenty of work tomorrow, let's get some sleep.'' ''Yeah, about thatâŚ'' You do not like the sound of that. ''We might have got the number of rooms wrong.'' What's that supposed to mean? You're not sure you understand where this conversation is going. How can you even get the number of rooms wrong?
''Wait. No, no.'' ''Yes, you're sharing a room with Yeosang, yes.'' She sounds apologetic, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes, per se. ''He knows and he's okay with it!'' How did your sweet evening at the beach turn into a full-scale anxiety fair so fast? Of course he'd agree to share a room; he's way too nice. You should do a breathing exercise. It's just one night, and you're both tired, and you both have to get up early, so surely you will sleep. Just sleep. Nothing unusual, you'll wash up and get in bed. Yeah. You shouldn't worry about it. He probably doesn't even think of it much. Oh, god, what if you snore? With your heart beating out of your chest and your head heavy with thoughts, you got to your designated room at last.Â
You don't know how much time you spent at the door, but you couldn't find the courage to enter. Maybe you'll be lucky and he'll already be asleep. ''Oh, y/n!'' Well, shit. ''What are you doing? Did you forget your key?'' ''Yeosang! No, I was just waiting for you. To enter, you know?'' ''Such an intricate moment. I'm glad you want to experience it with me.'' Y/n.exe has stopped working. Did he mean it? You should ask what he means; you do not need misunderstandings, not with him. But out comes, ''More like I want you to enter first to see if there's any entities present.'' Hu chuckles and reaches in his pocket for the key. The thing that comes next is something you were definitely not prepared for. You shared rooms with your friends before. The number of beds equals the number of people, right? Not today. A minute of silence hung in the air, and Yeosang let out a breath of confusion. ''Whyâ why are there so many beds in here?'' He asked, bewildered.Â
In a relatively small room stood four twin beds. Adorned withâ you do not care about artistic interior description right now. Four beds. Did you and Yeosang both get the room number wrong? You giggle. You don't know why. ''I'm calling dibs on this one,'' you say, as you flop down on one of the beds near the window. The view is nice; you can see the waves a little afar, but you can't hear them from here. Yeosang settles on another bed by the window. You guide your eyes his way to find him already looking at you. You feel soft. Seen and appreciated. He can't just do that â to look at you like you're everything he's ever wanted. It's ufair. A soft smile is tugging on his lips, cheeks and neck tinted pink from alcohol. Suddenly, he errupts in a fit of laughter. ''What's so funny?'' you inquire. ''We have four beds! Just for the two of us. And you're beautiful. Gosh, y/n, you're so beautiful and pretty and amazingâŚ'' He's blabbering rather happily. It takes a moment to register what he said. You're beautiful⌠And it's funny. No, you don't get this man. Watching your face now very carefully, Yeosang reaches his hand for you. Too far. He can't touch you, and he's disappointed, and it shows. ''Wanna touch you,'' he pouts. It sounds much less happy and way more needy than he had planned. Your body moves on its own. There's an unexplainable gravity force that pulls it on his bed, a little too close for a friendship. His hands cup your face, and he sighs, relived. He wanted to feel your warmth for so long. Seeing how compliant you are, how there seems to be no hesitation in letting him near and into your personal space, and how content you look in his presence, he doesn't understand why he's never done it before. ''Yeosang,'' your voice is quiet, almost a whisper. ''What are you doing?''
He doesn't know. So, instead of answering his lips do something better. They touch yours. You can't believe it's happening. The moment your lips meet, he nearly moans. You feel so good. The kiss is head-spinning; it knocks the breath right out of your chests. He presses into you with demand, hands circling your waist to bring you closer. You don't want this moment to end. Yeosang is holding you in his arms like you'd disappear if he let go. Heat waves pulsate through your body; the way his hands linger on you makes wetness drip down your folds. You hug him back, clinging onto his hoodie like a lifeline. The room feels colder all of a sudden, and Yeosang thinks he can't let go of your hot form now. So he turns on the mattress a little and fumbles around so he can bring you to his lap. He brings your faces close once more, this time it's more heated, it's teeth and tongue and desperation. You feel his growing excitement press over your core. His mouth leaves yours to discover your neck is so sensitive for him. He's had a bit of beer, but it's your soft whimpers and mewls that get him really drunk. His hand slithers to grab and squeeze your ass. The sounds you're making are angelic, and your hands weave through his hair to tug at his strands, and it's just so right, he can't help thrusting into you. ''Is this okay, y/n? Hmm?'' He breathes out, face back up to level with you, and his lips brush your cheek. You nod; it takes all your brain capacity to let him know you want it too â forming words became a heavy task. Your confirmation is all he needs to lift you up and change positions, now hovering over you. He looks at you again, with shining eyes. A bit disheveled, hot, and bothered. He pushes your hair out of your face tenderly. This small action causes your heart to contract. Paitience wearing thin, you draw him back to you.Â
''Do you have protection?'' ''Ye- yes, it's in my bag somewhere.'' You feel a cold prick at your skin when he stands up to roam in his belongings for a condom. It's lonely like this. All the other beds abandoned in the room must feel like icebergs, their covers rimy and uninviting. The second he's back on top of you is like a sunrise, you think. There's another kiss, the I'm sorry I had to leave kiss. He works on taking your top off. Exposed to his advances, your chest and collarbones get all the attention. His knee is between your legs, and when he bites your tender skin, you start to grind. He follows suit, now both of you groaning, trying to get rid of the rest of your clothes in a hurry. There's plenty of great pleasures in the world, but nothing compares to the feeling of his skin on yours. To have him roam and clutch on your body everywhere he wants. You can't wait anymore; you want him, so you lean to kiss his neck up to his ear, tugging on his earlobe with your teeth. His little whimper trickles like honey down your legs. He can't seem to take his hands off you. Calling his name in a whine, your lips form a pout. ''Please, Yeosang. I need you.'' ''I am right here, baby. It's alright, I'll take care of you.'' The nickname makes you clench around nothing. The friction that felt so good is gone; he moves his thigh away a bit so he can put on a condom. Yeosang thinks you look unreal. He wants to take his time exploring your body with his tongue, wants to mark you all over. Claim you so everyone knows. He'd spend hours eating you out, making you see stars behind your eyelids, and cry his name. He knows he can treat you right, the way you deserve to be treated. But he's so hard it almost hurts, and you look hurt he moved away from you at all. How can he ever leave his baby, even at an arm-length? So he rushes to your form and grabs your legs from under your thighs to yank you to him. You're mesmirised. You'd never think you wanted to be manhandled. But it's him, Yeosang, and it's so, so hot. His toned body glistens in the dim light coming from the window. Touching him is like heaven on earth, his muscules are tense under your fingers, and delicious sounds escape his throat. He pushes in slowly, savoring every emotion on your face. You are in bliss, hips start bucking onto him. ''Slowly, baby, I'm not going anywhere,'' Yeosang coos.Â
He trusts steadily, drinking up every moan and breath you make. His own pleasure escapes him in the form of small grunts, making goosebumps run around your body. He ravishes your bare chest and collarbones in kisses and licks, wanting to mark you so badly. You are so tight and warm, your nails dig into his back, and he loses himself in the feelings completely. He speeds up and finally lets his teeth sink into the dip where your shoulder and neck meet. You mewl at the sensation; your wals flutter around his shaft. ''What a nice little sound, baby. I think I'll bite there again.'' If your eyes didn't shut at all the pleasure he's giving you, he'd see endless dark pools your pupils turned into. All for him. Though his eyes were just the same. His lust takes over him more and more, thrusts getting deeper and harder. The way you pull at his hair lets him know you're enjoying yourself, too. The room is filled with wet sounds, skin slapping against skin, and your moans getting louder. Both of you won't last much longer. You're a hot mess, stuttering pleas and praises and his name like a mantra. His voice is deep and full of relish, you want to record it, keep it all to yourself, and listen to it twenty-four seven. You feel so proud for making him feel this good. Your orgasm washes over like a tidal wave. It builds inside and makes you clench around Yeosang, nails leaving marks on his back. He stares at your face contorted in pleasure, feeling that impossible tightness bring him closer to his own high. ''That's good, baby, keep doing that, oh, godâ'' He pulls you close so your body is pressed against his own. His hips stilling, he spills inside the condom with a groan. He's never felt so good.
Neither of you move for a moment. You need to catch your breath, and you just don't want to let go of him. Reluctantly, he tears himself off of you to clean the both of you a little. Settling into the sheets with you, he sighs and wraps his arms around you again. Your voice breaks the comfortable silence of your afterglow. ''That was⌠amazing. The best sex I've had. Iâ I don't know how I'm gonna look you in the eyes tomorrow.'' ''OhâŚ'' Comes his reply. He didn't think about that. Honestly, he didn't think at all, you kind of overtook all regions of his brain. Probably even before this night. ''Iâ Listen, y/n, I didn't want to do it this way. Truth is, I really like you⌠Shit, it probably is the worst time to ask and the worst confession you've ever heard in your life, but'' he sighs again, and there's a hint of nervousness in the way his fingers trace patterns on your arm irratically. ''Go out with me?'' He looks at you with those big, pleading eyes, lip stuck between his teeth in anticipation. Who ever told him he could pass as a doberman? ''Yeah, okay, I'll go out with you,'' you're trying to be smooth. Is it working? ''Really? Great!'' Good thing Yeosang doesn't care if you're smooth in the slightest.Â
The next day starts off with a headache and a violent impulse to sleep in. If only you weren't stuck in the hotel with your colleagues. Surprisingly, Yeosang and you make it through the day without a trace of awkwardness or tension, keeping things professional and conversations light. The team is too busy working to tease you. The boys in Ateez also seem rested, even more energetic than the day before. Take the captain away from the studio to a nice beach⌠and he actually sleeps, huh. On the ride back, you get a text from Yeosang asking when you're going to be free to go on a date. Your giddiness does not go unnoticed. Just then your friends decide to ask if there were any complications in your sleeping arrangement, a mischevous twinkle dances in their eyes. Time to get back at them. ''Not at all! Our room was quite nice, and the view was great. We had four beds all to ourselves. Right, Mr. Kang?'' He offers a polite smile and nods at you and several curious sets of eyes turned his way. You're the only one to notice his eyes dart to your lips for a split second. ''You had⌠four beds..?'' Your staff friends seem confused. They definitely had a different idea in mind. Hongjoong seems weirdly offended. ''Oh, so you get four beds, and I have to endure Seonghwa drooling on my arm all night?'' You definitely got the wrong room. Good for you.Â
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