#like honestly the only things that i don’t really like are the hair highlight and right eyebrow but other than that it’s soooo cute

[sleepsleepsleepalone]

S6E5: The Black Paladins

watercolor mosaic (except for the background, which is just solid layers) on watercolor paper, white acrylic paint for the stars and eye highlights

unedited photo under the cut!

[propertyofwicked]

BITTER - LN

summary - lando and y/n will go to any length to piss each other off, which works well as long as she doesn't mention another man.

warnings: smut! MDNI!! doggy (who am i??), oral (f! receiving), lowkey hate sex but honestly it's just a miscommunication trope. NOT PROOF READ

song rec - bitter by fletcher

masterlist the playlist

she loved her job at mclaren. race days, office days - she loved all of it. except for one thing.

lando was that one thing. she got along with all the team members but him, and she didn't really know what was the problem, it just never clicked between the two of them.

"talking to your boyfriend?" he asked as he walked by her, noticing the hurried typing on her phone.

“….no?” she replied, half disinterested in the incoming conversation, half defensive.

"then why are you all giggly while staring at your phone then?" he asked, smirking as his plan to piss her off was working - he loved to piss her off.

“and why is it any of your business?”

“just curious is all,” he smirked as he came to stand next to her desk, leaning against it while his arms were crossed against his chest.

“why?”

“just is,” he said, smirk widening. he then glanced over her desk, curious to see what she were typing, trying to peer at her phone screen, “ooooh, is it about me?”

“of course it is,” she replied, grinning sarcastically, “because obviously i don’t have anything better to do on my paid hours.”

“well obviously, have you seen me?” he joked, using his hands to gesture to himself.

“meh - i’ve seen better.”

he raised an eyebrow, a curious look in his eyes. he then pushed away from the desk to stand in front of her, towering over her.

"oh really? who?”

“i mean, have you seen oscar lately?” she replied, hiding the smirk that so desperately wished to rise on her face as she tormented him.

“sure, i’ve seen him,” he muttered slightly bitterly, as rested an arm on the desk next to her, leaning down slowly till he was level with her ear, “bet he couldn’t fuck you like i could.”

and with that he stood up once more, spun on his heel and left the room, leaving y/n to sit in her own thoughts, a blush rising from her cheeks.

and the thoughts stayed with her for the rest of the day, on the cab journey to her hotel, on the ride up the elevator to her room, and as she sat trying to distract herself with mindless scrolling.

she wouldn’t deny lando was an attractive man, no. but would she ever give him the satisfaction of letting him know that? most definitely, but not without a little reluctancy. such reluctancy that had her hesitating outside of his hotel room door, raising her fist to knock then lowering it quickly as she reconsidered her options.

lando had just gotten out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist while his hair was still damp when the sound of the knock on his door echoed through the room, making him frown slightly as he went to answer it.

when he opened the door, he saw y/n standing in front of him, a surprised expression appearing on his face.

"hey. what are you doing here? is everything ok?" he asked, slightly concerned at her unusual quietness.

“prove it.”

he looked confused for a moment, having no idea why she was here. but, seeing the determined look in her eyes flipped on the lights in his brain. she wanted him to prove himself, prove that he could do better than oscar. smirking as he stood to the side, he let her into his hotel room before quietly closing the door and trailing behind her. he noticed how nervous she looked, sitting on the edge of his bed and fidgeting with her hands.

lando walked over to the bed, standing in front of her. his eyes never left her body as he stared down at her, wearing only a towel around his waist that highlighted the water that clung to his torso, something that her eyes tried not to linger on for too long.

“see something you like?” he teased. his ego inflated more when he saw how her cheeks gradually reddened under his gaze. lando chuckled lightly at her embarrassment, before taking a step closer to tower over her and lean down, his face close to hers.

“so cruel,” she almost whined, raising her gaze to meet his. his hands reached out to her face, grabbing at her jaw, and tilting her head slightly as though her were weighing up his options. he knew he had her right where he wanted her, and he loved it. he relished in the power he had over her.

he leaned down, kissing her gently, slowly - his soft lips moving against hers, gradually gaining confidence with every moment. he wanted to savour this moment. his hand moved to rest on her waist, the other remaining on her jaw as he swiped his tongue across her low lip, desperate for more.

lando’s body trailed down hers, nipping at her neck, kissing his way down until he sat on his knees in front of her.

“is this ok?” he asked, so desperate to taste her that his nerves slipped out with every word, though she only nodded in response, “words, angel.”

“yes, fuck. please,” she mewled, nodding as she did and eliciting a satisfied hum from the man kneeling in front of her. in that moment she felt like a goddess, and god did lando think she looked like one - half convinced if he looked up at her face quick enough, a halo would appear around her head.

“up,” he prompted, hands tugging at the waistband of her shorts, urging her to raise her hips enough for him to drag them down her legs, her underwear in tow, taking his time for what she supposed was dramatic effect.

“beautiful,” he whispered, his breath fanning the expanse of her heat sending a rush of ice cold blood through her entire body. he gave her no time to react before his tongue swiped through her folds, briefly circling around her heat but not enough to elicit the pleasure she craved so desperately, “taste so good,” he added, though his mouth turned to her inner thigh, nipping at the skin lightly as his hands gripped her legs, pushing them up to her chest.

he ate her like a man starved, a man desperate to prove himself, a man who was convinced that if this was his last meal on earth, he would die a happy man. her legs wriggled in his grasp with every flick of his tongue, every nip of his teeth on her inner thigh, but he just gripped at her flesh harder, keeping her legs still.

lando could feel her getting closer and closer to her high. he was enamoured by the way her legs tried to clamp closed around his head, caging him in, but he never relented. his tongue lapped up at her slick, flattening against her clit before slowly dragging the tip through her folds, circling her sensitivity. he pulled back to catch his breath, loosening his hold on her legs momentarily as he brought his face up to look at her.

her eyelids were heavy, her chest heaving as small pants and whines fell from her lips. her face had screwed up slightly, desperately holding onto the rising pleasure in her stomach that had been halted.

“please,” she begged.

“patience,” he reminded her, running his fingers down the skin of her thigh softly, “need to feel you. you want that? you want me to fuck you?” he added, egging her on to keep begging for him as his fingers returned to her clit, dragging the bud through his fingertips. he loved it, he relished in the power.

“please lando,” she panted out, staring down at him, “need you. need you to prov-”

“fuck off with this “proving myself” bullshit y/n,” he huffed, rising to stand in front of her once more, a playful anger in his tone, “when im done with you, you won’t be able to think about any one else again.”

his hands grabbed at her waist, turning her over quickly and pulling her hips backwards to meet his. his movements were harsh but god did she love it. lando leant over her frame, his lips pressing soft, deceiving kisses to her shoulder blade.

“oscar this, oscar that,” he muttered in her ear, grabbing his cock in his hand and sliding it through her folds, “don’t even need to fuck you to prove i can make you feel better than he ever could.”

she smiled at the thought. why was he so driven by the thought of proving himself - she’d only jokingly mentioned oscar to piss him off and clearly it was working. his tip pushed at her clit momentarily as his slid his length through her folds, covering herself in his slick. she whined out for him, wiping the smile from her face.

he pushed into her slowly, feeling the way her walls clamped around his cock at the intrusion before loosening, allowing him to take her fully, their skin connecting for a moment as her hand reached around to grab the hand that rested on her hip, urging him to pause whilst she caught her breath.

“what’s the matter baby?” lando questioned, voice laced with genuine concern despite his previous demeanour.

“too big. need a moment,” she breathed out, relaxing her muscles to accommodate him. lando couldn’t help the smug smirk rising on his face, knowing the effect he had on her.

“s’ok angel. i’ll go slow - okay?”

“mhm,” she murmured, rocking her hips back into his slowly to set her own pace, “fuck. move.”

his hips rolled into her slowly, jutting slightly when his tip hit her spongy walls, watching as her head dropped to the pillow, resting on the side, her mouth parted as she breathed through it. her hand finally dropped his, allowing him to return it to her hip, holding onto her for leverage as his thrusts quickened, cock slipping in and out of her with ease as she opened up for him.

“feel so good y/n,” he grunted, his fingers trailing down her skin, a hand stretching the expanse of her ass cheek before gripping at the flesh harshly, “look so pretty filled with my cock. sound so good when you’re moaning my name.”

“as opposed to complaining about everything you do?” she quipped back, taken them both by surprise at her level of coherency.

“i love when you get pissed off at me,” he grunted, lifting his hand up to plant a light smack across her flesh, “love to know you’re thinking about me,” he continued, grabbing at her skin quickly before slapping at the skin again.

“keep going,” she babbled, face turning into the duvet cover to silence her moans.

“what was that angel? i didn’t catch that,” lando’s voice let slip the smirk on his face, “you like it when i take you from behind?” he cooed.

“fuck yes. feels good.”

“speak to me baby, who makes you feel like this?”

“you, lando, you,” she moaned out, beginning to shake around him as her high approached, bringing him closer to his.

“no one else?”

“no one else,” she echoed, unable to think for herself.

“good girl,” he muttered, grabbing at her waist to hold her still as he fucked into her, resorting to using her body to get himself off. lando could feel the way she tightened around him, watching intently as her back arched for him, pressing herself impossibly close as his thrusts quickened, heightening in intensity.

“you gonna cum for me, angel?” he grunted, thumbs stroking gentle patterns into her skin, opposing the brutal snapping of his hips that echoed around the hotel room. she couldn’t even respond before she was shaking around him, rocking herself slowly into him as his hips faltered, allowing her the chance to catch her breath as she chased out the remanence of her pleasure.

“so good,” lando grunted out, “take me so well,” he continued, rambling as her heat squeezed at his length, luring him into orgasm. he pulled out quickly, pulling his cock through his hands a few times before watching as ropes of cum shot from his length, painting her back with intricate design.

he reached down quickly grabbing his towel from earlier to clean her up as her body collapsed in a pile on his bed, thanking the high heavens that he was in a hotel and would be able to request a new towel, no questions asked. manoeuvring her body, lando laid next to her, pulling her naked frame into his embrace and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“it’s interesting,” she uttered after a few moments of silence.

“what is?”

“you’re the one that brought up fucking me better than oscar could,” she replied, smiling, “i never said anything to the contrary and yet somehow just the mere thought got you so riled up.”

“…isn’t it obvious?”

“what?” she echoed his previous confusion.

“i want you. and i want to be the only one you want,” he replied bluntly, as though it was a fact, “so if i get riled up by the thought you with someone else - shoot me, i guess,” he added, shrugging nonchalantly.

[seiwas]

₊˚⊹｡ see me through the morning glow | gojo satoru

wc: 1.0k summary: you and gojo have a slow morning.  contains: f!reader in mind, suggestive if you squint, food descriptions. a/n: unedited, i honestly dk what this is i just really needed to get this out of my system! this is how i cope with 236.

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You slip out of bed faced with the promise of sunlight. 

The curtains in your bedroom radiate a glow that bounces off the man lying next to you; it’s soft, near-white, almost ethereal, the color of his skin, hair, and bones. His back is exposed, arm reaching out over the (now) empty space beside him—the crinkles and folds where you once were. 

You’ve always thought your bedroom had good lighting, and now you can confirm why: in the shadows, deepening the line that runs down his spine; in the highlights, guiding your eyes to the pockets of muscle behind his shoulders. 

You look away, trying your best not to stare; the only reason he’s undressed is because of a cold sweat, from the nightmares—and the very need for skin-to-skin, to ground him in your touch. 

On mornings like this, you let Gojo sleep in. 

(Because you’re lucky if he can fall back asleep again). 

It’s slow today—no work, no missions that need you or him. It’s your favorite kind of day, and Gojo’s too (once he wakes up and smells the waffles you’ve prepared, double topped with whipped cream and maple syrup—his special, of course). 

A steady stream of warmth flows through the window to your kitchen countertop, the marble glimmering as light hits. The material was his choice; you don’t care much for glamor but Gojo likes pretty things—you especially, he likes to say. 

The batter is quick to prepare, a recipe you’ve done many times before, so you ladle it into the waffle maker before letting it set on its own. Then, you grab a pan to heat up, spooning in last night’s leftover rice, some soy sauce, and mirin, adding salt to taste, as needed. A standard fried rice breakfast, with a yolk to mix in later. 

The sound of his footsteps are concealed by the sizzles of the pan in front of you, but you’re caught off guard by arms wrapped around your waist, and his chin nestling itself into your shoulder as he nuzzles you. 

He’s still shirtless, you notice, so you inch backwards in case of any oil spatter. 

“Good sleep?” you mumble, certain that he heard you. 

He hums, before whispering, lips tickling the edges of your ear on purpose, pouting, “Not anymore when you left.” 

This man—a giant baby, puffed cheeks with long limbs hunched over you. 

Your big baby. 

Despite his whines, he’s telling the truth, you know, and you feel warm because of it, affection seeping in the cracks between his arms and the kitchen stove. 

You blow on a spoonful of rice before lifting it up to his lips. Gojo’s breakfasts are always sweet, but every time you cook, he looks forward to this: waiting right behind you to be fed over your shoulder.

His review will always be the same, of course, everything you touch turns out good. 

He reaches for the waffle maker with one hand while the other keeps you close, and you plate his little breakfast for him, whipped cream with little hearts drawn in maple syrup. 

You grab a bowl for your rice and sit by the counter, Gojo sitting thigh-to-thigh beside you despite the abundance of space around you. 

You realize then, that Gojo tends to hover. 

Not necessarily in a bad way, just that, he does it all the time—always wanting to be near.  

And for someone so perceiving, practically all-seeing, he doesn’t really have to for him to know what you’re up to, but with every opportunity he has, he never misses a moment to be close to you.

When you wash the dishes by the sink, he stays beside you, shoulder-to-shoulder, even when the sink is wide enough to accommodate him a few inches farther. 

Even the walk to the bathroom has him tailing you, following your footsteps as he traces the footprints of slow mornings with you. 

Your bathroom counter has two sinks, but of course, today, he chooses to stay by yours. 

“Skincare?” you raise a tub of face mask. 

He doesn’t need it, but you love pampering him, so he nods, whatever you want. 

You struggle for a bit (he’s just too tall), so he picks you up by the waist and rests you on the bathroom counter, against the mirror.

He stays in the space between your legs, hands flat against your thighs. His thumb kneads your skin gently, and any other time, this position would end very differently, but there’s a look he’s giving you—all words without speaking. 

And—

“Quit staring,” you mumble, turning shy. You’re about to rub the product onto his cheeks, under his eyes. 

“What, I can’t look at you?” he moves closer, keeping his eyes locked on you as he rubs circles on your thighs. 

“No, you can, but,” you swallow, “you’re looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” his brows furrow. 

“Like that.” you sigh, gesturing to his face. 

“Like I love you?” 

And it is like that. Like he loves you. That’s why he says it so casually. 

Because he does. 

You stay quiet, stunned, before you clear your throat and finish up the final area on his face. 

“Yeah.” you mumble, reaching over to wash your hands on the sink. 

Gojo waits for you to finish before he takes a small towel to dry your hands with it. 

“As if you don’t know.” he scoffs, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. 

He’s right—it’s been said before, but there’s something else in his eyes right now, shiny and devoted, as if this is all he could ever want. As if you, on this slow morning, in this too-big bathroom is all he could ever need. 

But he doesn’t say anything. At least, not what he really means. 

“Not my fault you’re so pretty today,” he adds on, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

It should be funny, that he’s telling you all this with a mask slathered all over his face, but his compliments always speak to the depths of you, even when you don’t expect them to. 

His fingers mold against your cheek, to your ears, down to the back of your head, bringing you closer until he kisses you softly, a gentle peck. 

Bits of the face mask transfer to your nose and you giggle, wiping it off. 

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, they say.” you joke.

Gojo smiles, that look on his face, “Good for you then, you’re the only one I see.”

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[muntitled]

sungchan who’s been such a sweetheart your whole relationship until you decide that you want to break up because you’ve started to notice how absolutely insane the red flags were?? but he NEEDS you, and you need him…you just don’t know it yet. and he’ll do anything to prove that! you out of all people, knows that he’ll always get what he wants.

🎀 anon <33

𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘿𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 | 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣

- Pairings: Jung Sungchan x Fem!reader

- Warnings: College!au, Established Relationship, Language, Angst, Jealousy, Possessiveness, Obsession, Slight Dark fic, Insecurities, Smut (+18 Minors Dni) Breeding Kink, Slight Dub/con, Daddy Kink, Car sex, Choking, Spitting, Grinding, Degradation Kink

A/N: I really liked this request so so so much. I'm not sure if I did it justice, but this was indeed very fun to write

The very ideology of commitment had always been a foreign concept in his head. Not for any self-righteous reason beyond the fact that Sungchan had just never been ‘that guy’.

For the duration of his college career, Sungchan had been all too comfortable, dedicating his time and effort to becoming the #1 draft pick, this goal being something akin to a holy grail in Sungchan's mind. He would honestly rather die than let anything beyond the court take precedence over his mind.

But now Sungchan is yours.

And your head is thrown back in a genuine guffaw aimed at the sky, as you hang on intently to every word another man is saying.

This is the very first thing Sungchan has had to see exiting the gym, with the rest of his teammates swarming around him.

Instead of waiting in the car, like you usually did, a book open on your lap while Classical music oozed out of your phone speakers, you're entertaining his teammate. Your textbook open as your explanations flow from your lips like a waterfall. Seunghan wears a permanent lopsided grin on his face as he cradles the basketball to his side, bending his tall frame down to you and your textbook.

Although you don't notice Sungchan approaching, Seunghan does. The smirk on his face is absolutely diabolical as he raises a hand robotically and waves, before nodding along to your explanations once again.

Unable to move any further, Sungchan chooses to wait out the interaction along the far wall until Anton and Sohee join him in a flurry of their usual banter.

You laugh at something Seunghan says but your eyes are still trained on your textbook. A thought, ice cold and incredibly vile strikes through Sungchan's brain at the very moment.

Maybe Sungchan just was not smart enough for you.

Perhaps that is why you were giving another boy so much of your precious time.

His frown only deepens with the birth of the vile, uncomfortable revelation. All those times he had droned on and on to you about sports, forcing you to watch highlights of basketball games while his head rested on your lap, raking your fingers aimlessly through his hair.

While he was in heaven, you were apparently in hell.

This illogical jumping to conclusions, seems, to Sungchan as your only logical excuse for entertaining another man so closely.

Sungchan does not bother to hide the grim emotions descending on him like a plague. He only leans his back firmly against the west wall, backpack hanging lazily from his broad shoulders while the rest of his teammates scatter on home. Unbeknownst to Sungchan, his face is lowered, causing a wide shadow to cast over his eyes.

"You're glaring."

He does not offer Sohee any justifiable response, choosing instead, to ignore him as he continues his blatant staring.

“What do you think they're talking about?" He asks instead, the confines of his white and orange letterman jacket feeling far too hot.

"Do you know how scary you look when you do that?" Anton snickers, "Borderline serial killer shit."

"He definitely wants to fuck her," Sungchan continues, locked in on this display in front of him. Your book is cradled to your chest now, and you're looking up at Seunghan with a small, imperceptible smile.

"He wants to fuck her, I can tell-"

"How anyone can manage to pop a boner in the presence of a Psychology textbook is beyond me..." Sohee grumbles, dribbling his ball in between his legs.

"In his own fucked up logic," Anton begins, "Sohee's right." He ignores the bewildered expression of the older boy, choosing to roll his eyes over to Sungchan as he explains, "They're probably just talking about school, like they usually do."

"Nah," Sungchan shakes his head, unconvinced, "They just finished an essay on Freud. She fucking hates Frued. Whatever they're talking about... it's not that." You would not be smiling like that if all you had to talk about was psychology. You enjoyed school, but not that much.

"Your fault for going for someone actually smarter than you."

The snicker in Sohee's tone alludes to the fact that it was somewhat of a joke and meant to be taken as one... but the tightening grip on Sungchan's backpack has Anton glaring daggers at Sohee over Sungchan's bowed head.

"B-But," Sohee injects his voice with optimism, "It's not like you don't already have that on lock."

Anton is quick to jump on to the bandwagon, "Precisely," he says, "Girls date from 100, so if she's already let you consummate the relationship-"

"Just say fuck, Anton for the love of God-" Sohee grumbles,

"-She most likely already sees you as the person she wants to spend the rest of her ride with-"

"Fuck fuck fuck, that's what people do in relationships- they fuck-"

"You're a degenerate." Anton murmurs quietly.

And while they bicker, Sungchan did not have the heart to tell them that, for your sake, he had decided to 'wait' on any intimacy because he was so intent on being the perfect boyfriend.

Your perfect boyfriend.

He had spent an embarrassing chunk of your relationship locking away any urges that arose when your kisses got too heated, refraining from stuffing his hands down your pants when you were grinding a little too heavily in between said make out sessions and stopping himself from absolutely ravaging you whenever you reprimanded him, scolded him or corrected him during your study sessions.

Sex was all Sungchan ever thought about whenever you were in his presence, but evidently, you divulge your attentions elsewhere. You did not need him. The farthest you two had ever gone was Sungchan guiding you to orgasm by the sound of his voice.

How pretty you sounded over the phone line, voice heated with lust and veneered with static as you came all over your fingers in your darkened dorm room, imagining it was his. He had uttered so many 'good girl's , so many fits of praise because it was all true. You were a good girl, and he would fight biblical forces if it meant he could preserve that.

"Nah, fuck that," Sungchan pushes himself off the wall, making his way over to you because now Seunghan has his hand on your arm, carelessly handling what did not belong to him, because regardless of the moral repercussions involved, you were his.

"What're we talking about?" Sungchan cannot forget the way your smile dims ever so slightly upon his arrival. It scribbles itself into his memoey like a traumatizing little etch-a-sketch, making his heart sink in vexation and his abdomen tightening into a knot of perhaps, maybe anger.

"Oh, hey-"

When Sungchan looks down at you, he imagines only his face as the only image reflected in your smiling eyes. You were his just as he was yours, and so it should not come off as a shock to anyone when he slyly throws his arm over your shoulder, pulling you unexpectedly into the heat of his letterman jacket.

Your frame is as solid as concrete, the smile you had once adorned now completely gone.

"Hey," Sungchan whispers to you, but he directs his attention to a smirking Seunghan. Very clearly, all too pleased at having roused his teammate.

"Seunghan just needed clarification on psycodiagnostocs," you explain, somewhat nervously, because Sungchan is splaying tiny pecks against the side of your head while never breaking eye contact with Seunghan "T-the paper we have to do on African Epistemologie-”

“I'm sure Seunghan has a tutor for that.” the arm on your shoulder is fashioned of concrete. You couldn't move out of his grip if you wanted to.

“Don't bore him with the details, babe” Sungchan says, keeping his glare stationed on a grinning Seunghan all while bending down to whisper along your ear, loud enough for Seunghan to hear.

“He still needs to work on that Euro step too-”

“Sungchan.” There is a deep tempest stirring in your tone as you glare up at him, wholly and remarkably unimpressed. Before you could complete your verbal annihilation, Seunghan raises a hand, silencing you effectively.

“I'll let you know how the test goes,” Seunghan says, rousing Sungchan more by completely ignoring him, which, evidently, was the goal. “See you around.”

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To say you were fuming would be a gross understatement. You're absolutely seething as you charge towards the only other vehicle parked in the deserted lot.

Sungchan raises his hand to block away the orange sun, settling on an uneven horizon as he strolls lazily after you, seemingly unfazed by his barbaric display of possessiveness Your hands are shaking as they latch onto the Jeep's handle, and you're barely even able to jump up into the truck before he's grasping at your hips, begrudgingly pulling you up.

“I know how to fucking work a seatbelt-”

Sungchan only snickers, before clicking in the belt, “Watch your tone,” he whispers before motioning to place a kiss on your cheek. You block it, flinching away from him and effectively causing a dark cloud to settle over his once jovial countenance.

“You were unbelievably out of line.” You begin to explain, looking deep into Sungchan's eyes as he leans into the passenger, with his arm on the car roof, effectively caging you in.

“I can't believe you did all that, knowing I need people to tutor!" You exclaim, "Knowing good and damn well that that's more money for me.”

Sungchan's eyes are lazer focused on you as he shrugs.

“You don't need his money.” Sungchan begins, furiously trying to keep his voice even, “You don't need anything from him.”

“I don't need anything from you.”

All is quiet as your words seem to haunt the atmosphere like an archaic apparition come to assert its vengeance on two unsuspecting young lovers. You are unable to know what Sungchan is thinking behind those concrete eyes, all until a smile cracks across his visage. A toothy grin that has him chuckling into the air until he's pulling back and shutting the door.

Sungchan rounds the car, head full of the weight of your words and what they essentially implied.

You did not want anything from him.

Or perhaps, you think you didn't.

Once Sungchan is behind the steering wheel, he does not move. He is only swinging his head sideways after a very agonising beat as he says. “You think I'm stupid?”

Your brows furrow, and your heart kickstarts as Sungchan sits back until his head is resting on leather headrest. His hand is stationed on your thigh, and you're not sure why, but a very stark shiver shoots down your spine, one that is not completely separated from feelings of absolute excitement.

“You don't wanna be seen with your stupid fucking boyfriend, do you?” he's not yelling, in fact his voice is perfectly normal. As gentle as the movements of his hand framing your exposed thigh and nearing the lining of your skirt with dangerous precision.

“Babe-” you shake your head, correcting yourself, “Sungchan, where is this coming from?

“You're ashamed of me,” He says, all to plainly before slotting his large hand underneath your skirt. You exhale shakily as you imperceptibly, almoat shyly open your legs further. Never had your boyfriend admistered any physical intimacy, no matter how anxiously you craved to experience his large hands on hour skin.

Did you need to get him mad to have him claim you?

Your morals and values completely dissolve as you throw your head back, allowing Sungchan's hand to delve deeper under your skirt.

“I see how it is,” he whispers, heavy eyes stationed on his hand under your skirt. The very moment the tips of his fingers brush against your soaked underwear, you're immediately grinding into his hand, hoping your desperation will transfer in your stilted movements. He watches, mesmerized.

“Do I need to be smarter for you?” He asks, mouth salivating at the sight of you grinding so heavily against his fingers. “What do I need to do better? It's almost like-” Sungchan's hand disappears from underneath your skiirt and you nearly whine at the loss of stimulation.

“It's almost like I need to get you pregnant in order to listen to me.” He whispers, seemingly to himself before dragging his gaze to you…

“Is that what you want?”

His eyes are piercing into yours as his hand slowly encircles around your throat. He's bringing you over the center console by a single grip on your esophagus, having your hips straddling his.

All in slow, calculated movements.

The rest of the world disappears as Sungchan attaches his lips to your throat, dragging your hips along the bulge in his sweatpants.

“Is that what you want, baby?” His voice is laden with lust. All his previous emotions spilling out of him in the form of sloppy, wet kisses on the side of your face. “Tell me you want me to cum deep inside you,”

A whine bleeds from your throat, immediately snapping his restraint before he's lifting you to uncover his red, leaking cock. Your eyes widen at the side of it, heart pulsing in your chest when it twitches under your palm.

“Fuck, don't look at me like that,” Sungchan murmurs before crashing his lips onto yours.

You're immediately stroking his cock as the kiss deepens, and Sungchan lifts you again, before guiding himself inside of you.

You're sinking onto his cock with bated breath, and he watches you with a pained, euphoric expression. His cock stretches your walls and you shudder as he forces himself deeper and deeper, mumermiing drunken confessions as he assumes a steady rhythm.

“ I've needed to fuck you for so fucking long, fuck,” he is already delirious as he pushes his hand under your shirt, pawing at your sensitive breast.

“F-Fuck Chan,” your eyes roll to the back of your head when Sungchan acts on an intrusive thought and forces his fingers inside your mouth.

“Open,” he practically growls before hooking his fingers inside your mouth. He drags you closer as he continues to fuck up into you with desperation and urgency. Sungchan slithers his tongue out, dragging it lazily against yours before spitting directly into your mouth, all with his fingers still flattening against your tongue.

“Fuck, you're such a slut,” He whispers breathlessly, causing your cunt to clench unimaginably tighter around his aching cock. “You like that, baby?” He asks, returning his hand to your throat. “You like being my perfect fucking slut-”

“Fuck- Daddy,” the words tumble out of your mouth, not for any other reason beyond it just feeling absolutely positively, right.

They evidently have a large effect on Sungchan because his once confident thrusts stutter into shallow motions, as of he was om the brink of cumming right then and there.

“Fuck- oh fuck, I'm so close.”

You can't even begin to explain to him that you're right there with him because your mind is so utterly consumed with pleasure. Your hands are on his shoulders, nails sinking into his letterman as your eyes go hazy with overstimulation and he watches your expression with that same, fucked out, open-mouthed expression.

“F-Fuck, you're gonna make me cum,” he whispers, “You're gonna make fucking cum inside you, baby-”

He twists your nipple, immediately causing a whine to spill from your hips, your cunt tightening around him again.

“Tell me to cum inside you-” He whispers, cock already twitching in warning, “Tell me now-fuck!”

“Please, please,” He's already spilling inside you as the words try to claw its way, out your throat, and you ascend unto your own orgasm. You scream into the stillness of the car as you push yourself down on Sungchan's stuttering hips, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he murmers broken praises and affirmations.

He tells you you're so pretty.

He tells you youre body is fucking perfect.

He tells you every little thing that has your heart swelling more and more in its cage. All for the boy in front of you.

“Fuck,” he whispers, allowing his thumb to ghost over your nipple while you both breath out, absolutely breathless. “Fuck- I thought I was going to kill him-”

“Why would you wanna do that?” You whisper, “You're such an idiot sometimes, you know that?”

He only nods slolwy, a small grin spreading across his face as he keeps himself still very much inside of you.

“Now go buy me a Plan B, please.”

[weirdfangirly]

Little Red Light—+18

Dark Fiction

dark!Joel x reader // dark!Tommy x reader

Warnings: dub-con/non-con, sex work, sexual exploitation (reader is being filmed against her will), dark Joel & Tommy, drug abuse (cocaine), drinking, name-calling, spanking, humiliation & degradation of reader, description of injuries & blood, cum-shot, face-fucking, blowjob, kissing feet, face-slapping, dark themes…

Summery: In a rundown motel, reader finds herself in an nightmarish encounter with Joel and Tommy. Trapped in a cycle of abuse and degradation, she struggles to escape the grim reality of her life as a prostitute, haunted by the consequences of her choices

A/n: please like, share and leave a comment! It honestly is my only motivation to keep writing. This is dark, very long and very depressing. Much fun xoxo

In the eerie silence of the night, you stood hesitantly before room 23 of a shady motel, its flickering red neon sign offering you a pale glimmer of confidence in the desolate landscape.

Wearing a coat that failed to shield you from the biting cold, your wrestled with a mix of anticipation and worry.

Tonight marked the beginning of yet another miserable dance with your fate as you mentally prepared yourself to meet your first client of the night.

You hesitated for a moment before mustering the courage to knock on the door.

*knock*

*knock*

*knock*

“Let’s get this over with.”, you thought.

Moments later, the door cracked open, revealing a man who’s weathered face painted with lines of hardships.

The man’s rugged features softened slightly as his stern eyes landed on you, his gaze betraying a flicker of empathy.

Your soft features were the prettiest sight he’d seen all week. A pretty little thing.

“Come in.”, the man’s voice, gravelly yet strangely comforting, broke the silence of the night.

He went by the name of Joel Miller.

With a cautious nod, you stepped inside. Your footsteps echoing softly against the floorboards.

The door closed behind you with a soft *click.*

As soon as you stepped in, a wave of musty air assaulted your senses, carrying the unmistakable scent of neglect and decay of the room.

“It smells like an old ladies house.”, you thought.

Your gaze swept across the room, taking in the sight of dilapidated furniture that sagged under the weight of years of use and abuse—a sight that reminded you of yourself. Once a joyful child with a promising future, now your inner lights dimmed by the harsh realities of life.

The bed was adorned with stained sheets that bore the telltale marks of countless forgotten encounters—Before long, you would add your own imprint to the fabric.

This thought left you deeply depressed.

It was only now that the shadows of the room revealed another man seated in the corner of the room…

His presence imposing, he sat with quiet confidence. Clad in white wife-beaters & faded jeans his thick black curly hair framed a rugged face. His mustache highlighted his stern expression, adding to the mystery of his presence.

His gaze—dark and inscrutable—met yours.

Irritation swept across your face, you turned back to Joel “I don’t do threesomes, sir.”, you said firmly, but your voice betrayed a hint of worry.

Joel’s expression hardened.

You couldn’t help but noticed the stark contrast between your ages…The lines etched into Joel’s face telling a story of a life lived long and hard. In contrast your own features still bearing the softness of youth. It was your eyes though that exposed how brittle and weak you really were.

“I’ll pay you extra.”, he said.

The offer hung heavy in the air.

Joel reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. He held out the money to you.

Temptation aroused deep within you. It was more money than Dean—your boyfriend—expected you to bring back home tonight…

With trembling hands, you reached out to the money. The crisp bills feeling foreign and heavy in your grip.

As Joel’s gaze bore into yours, you felt a pang of guilt nagging on your conscience. You could feel that accepting this money came with an unknown risk.

You didn’t know those men. They could be bad.

There was a hint of danger lurking behind the shadows of this transaction—But in this moment, the promise of financial security outweighed the nagging voice of doubt that whispered in the back of your mind.

You nodded, accepting his offer. You put the money inside your handbag.

It was sealed.

Joel’s features softened. He triumphantly looked over to the other man in the room—his younger brother, Tommy.

Their silent conversation went unnoticed by you.

“Can I use the restroom, please?”, you asked, voice quivering slightly despite your attempt to sound composed. The weight of uncertainty pressing down on you.

You’d never done anything with two man before...

With a nod, Joel gestured towards the bathroom door.

You made your way to the small, cramped bathroom. In an attempt to shake off the unease you splashed some water on your face and took a deep breath to steady your nerves.

“Get it over with.”, you told yoursel.

You peeled off your coat, revealing the slutty attire your wore beneath. It was by no means modest and clung to your curves like a second skin.

Dean made you wear it, saying that men liked to see a pretty girl in a dress too small for her.

Despite the dim lights, you felt exposed and vulnerable. With trembling hands you smooth down the fabric of the dress, your fingers tracing the patterns of the dress as if seeking reassurance in their familiarity.

Taking a deep breath, you told yourself that you got this, that you would face whatever was awaiting you with courage. You’d squared your shoulders and walked out of the room.

As you emerged from the bathroom, the dim light of the room cast a subtle glow over you figure, highlighting the obvious differences between the men and you.

Joel and Tommy who’s gaze locked onto you. Their gaze lingering hungrily as their minds raced with illicit thoughts…

They didn’t saw you as a person, but as an object for their lust and greed. It was about power and control to them, about profit, and you’d just accepted their offer; cash in exchange for your bod.

Tonight you belonged to them.

Unaware of their true intentions, you offered them a shy little smile. Despite how nervous you were, you refused to let fear consume you.

But it all came crashing down on you when your eyes landed on the camcorder attached atop a tripod. Its lens pointed directly at the bed...

Panic shot through you veins as the realisation set in: they intended to film you!

A shiver ran down your spine.

“Why is there a camcorder?”, you asked after summoning the courage to confront them about it. 

Jowls response was a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette. The ember glowing brightly in the dimly lit room as smoke danced lazily around him. With a nonchalant exhale, he met your gaze. His expression unreadable as he considered his response.

“It’s just for fun.”, he finally replied, his tone casual yet laced with a hint of something darker beneath the surface.

“I-I don’t like the idea of being recorded.”, you stated your discomfort firmly.

“You already accepted our money, baby-face.”, Tommy smiled, his deep voice cutting through the air like a knife. “There is no backing out of this.”

It was only now that you recognised the undeniable resemblance between Tommy and Joel. The only difference between them was that Tommys eyes held a glimmer of youthful vitality, untouched by the weight of the world that seemed to burden Joel’s.

They were brothers, you realised.

For some reason their familial ties only scared you more…

Tommys words had landed a heavy blow on you. You realised that you were trapped Your fate sealed by the very desperation that had driven you into the men’s clutches.

“Calm down,”, Joel’s voice cuts through the tense air, his voice smooth and reassuring. “We’ll only record for private use.”

Despite the foul feeling in your gut, you forced yourself to believe him. You cling to the fragil hope that maybe, just maybe, there was some truth to his words.

“O-okay.”, you nodded.

Tommy reached inside his pocket and fished out a little bag of cocaine. He started to line up the powder onto the wooden table.

“Ya want some?”, he asked you.

His offer hung heavy in the air, loaded with the promise of escape and oblivion, but you knew too well the dangers that lurked beneath its enticing facade of the powder.

It brought back memories of Dean, who’s addiction to cocaine would only fuel his violent outbursts, oftentimes directed at you.

You hoped that Tommy would react differently to the drug.

“No thank you, mister.”, you shook your head. Despite the allure of temporary relief, you couldn’t afford to lose yourself in the haze of drugs.

Tommy shrugged, leaned forward and consumed the powder through his nose—an immediate and noticeable shift overtook his demeanour. The drug infusing him with newfound energy.

You watched with growing unease.

“Is the camera rolling?”, he asked Joel with anticipation.

You knew, once the camera was rolling there was no turning back…

Joel took a swig from the whiskey bottle.

With a steady gaze Joel addressed you, his voice laced with authority as he outlined the rules for the night:

“All you gotta do,” he begun, “is to do what we say. No questions, no objections. Understand?”

His short speech echoed in the silence, each word a chilling reminder of the power dynamics at play.

“Yes, sir.”, you replied, your words a whispered admission of defeat in the face of his overwhelming dominance.

He reminded you of your father.

Joel nodded approvingly at your submission. Joel reached for the camcorder, pressing the record button with a sense of finality.

The red light blinked to life.

Tommy made his way over to the bed. His imposing figure filing the room with an aura of dominance. He sat down right in front of the camcorder, the bed creaked.

You couldn’t help but feel a twinge of attraction towards him...

His strong physic and confident demeanour stirred something within you, despite the tension and fear that hung heavy in the air.

His gaze locked onto yours. “Come here, sweetheart.”, he gestured towards himself.

You obeyed Tommys command. You approached him slowly.

When you were close enough, he reached out for your hand. His touch sent a jolt of electricity skittering across your skin.

With a gentle yet firm guidance, he positioned you between his open legs—right in in front of the lens. As you stood there, trapped between his powerful frame you felt small and caged.

“Undress yourself.”, he said and gave your ass a playful but firm smack, sending yet another jolt of electricity through your body.

With trembling hands, you begun to undress yourself.

With Joel lingering behind the camcorder, his eyes fixed on the unfolding scene, you felt a sense of vulnerability wash all over you. You were painfully aware of the fact that you were being watched, every move captured by the unblinking lens of the recording devise.

You peeled away the layers of fabric that were shielding you from their hungry gaze.

As you stood there in front of them, clad in only your skin, Tommys hands started to roam all over your body. You felt a shiver of anticipation race down your spine.

But when his touch grew more insistent—turning from playful to possessive—you felt discomfort creeping in.

His hands wandered down between you legs, rubbing along your soft cunt, making Tommys eyes nearly roll back from anticipation. You closed your eyes and relaxed into his touch.

When Tommy felt your wetness, he smiled mischievously.

“What a good little whore you are.”, Tommy said and smacked your ass again, this time much harder.

You hissed in pain.

The harshness of his smack, coupled with the demeaning label he had assigned to you, you felt your heart grew heavy. The word “whore” echoing through your mind.

Joel seemed to notice your distress.

“I think you hurt her feelings, brother.”, Joel said, a cruel smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, a perverse satisfaction blossoming within him at the sight of your distress.

Tommys laughter filled the room.

“Aw, is that true?” his tone mocking, “You don’t like being called a whore?”

You stayed silent, looking down, mentally scolding yourself for getting emotional in front of them.

He kept groping your ass and tits. His colossal hands all over you, burning your tender flesh.

“You liked it better when I called you sweetheart?” Tommy asked, “wanna be our little sweetheart? Get treated like a good girl, a little princess?”

You let him know with a timid little nod.

Tommy made you sit on top of his thigh. You felt out of place being so close to him now. The rough material of his jeans dug into your soft skin, creating some sparkling friction.

“Good girls don’t whore themselves out though...”, he whispered, nose buried deep in the pit between your neck and shoulder, revelling in your feminine scent.

You smelled like vanilla to him.

You felt a wave of humiliation wash over you, the sting of his words cutting deep. You winced slightly as his hands pinched the flesh of your ass. You remained frozen in place.

“If you want to be treated good, then you have to beg for forgiveness.”, Tommy explained to you.

And then—without warning—Tommy tossed you away.

Pain shoot through you as you landed on the unforgiving ground next to his feet. Naked and vulnerable. You felt abandoned, like a discarded toy in the hands of a cruel child.

“Will you do that, little whore?”, Tommy asked, an eyebrow raised.

“Y-yes, sir.”, you nodded, yearning for any semblance of kindness. In your abandoned state, you failed to recognise the cruelty lurking behind his words.

“Take my shoes of and kiss my feet then, cunt.”

With trembling hands, you knelt before him, your fingers trembling as you struggled to remove his boots.

With a heavy heart and tears stinging your eyes, you pressed your plump lips to his feet. Your stomach churning with disgust at the act of submission.

“Please forgive me.” your voice barley above a whisper as you begged for absolution for the sins you were forced to commit

“Forgive what, cunt?”

“Please forgive me for being a..whore.”

As Joel watched the scene unfold in front of him, a sense of arousal stirred within him. His body responding to the display of power and control exhibited by his brother. The way you submitted to his brothers every whim, your vulnerability laid bare before them. It was thrilling.

“I’m not convinced—not at all.”, Tommy said after making a clicking sound with his tongue and shaking his head dismissively. “I’m not convinced that you’re actually sorry.”

Tommy rose to his full height, towering over you like a building, casting a shadow over you.

Tommy grabbed you by your upper arm, his grip tight. He guided you to lay down onto the bed, legs hanging off the edge. Your bare back was exposed to not only the men, but also the lens of the camcorder.

The uncertainty of what would unfold next hung heavy in your mind.

With a predatory gleam in his eyes, Tommy reached down and unfastened his leather belt. You heard the metallic clink of his belt echoing in the dimly lit room. Tears begun to flow from your eyes, as the dread of what Tommy would to do next sank in…

“No, no please!”, you cried out.

He was about to punish you, with his belt…

The humiliation of begging for forgiveness and kissing his feet was unbearable enough, but the thought of enduring further punishment filled you with a primal fear.

“Please I am sorry, don’t do that!”, your pleas landed on deaf ears.

“It’s for your own good.”, Tommy said and clenched his fists around the belt. “You’ll feel better afterwards.”

Truth was, Tommy couldn’t care less about how you felt. He was driven solely by his own twisted desires.

You shook your head in silent protest, tears streaming down your face. You knew that there was no escape. So you brace yourself—mentally and physically—for the inevitable impact that was about to come.

Tommy raised the belt high above his head before landing the first blow upon your bare ass, sending a wave of pain through your body.

“Ah!”, you cried out.

The next strike came quick after.

And again,

and again.

and again.

Each punishing blow, the sting of unforgiving leather against your skin served as a harsh reminder of the sins you were forced to commit.

Each punishing blow, a catapult that hurled you right back to your childhood… The punishments you would receive from your father were of equally painful nature…

Each punishing blow, letting you fall further down a pit of shame and humiliation.

As the hard blows from Tommy's belt continued, your delicate skin began to show signs of distress.

Red welts formed across your flesh, the skin splitting under the force of each strike, revealing raw patches that oozed a little blood.

With each blow, the pain intensified, the sting of the leather against your already irritated skin sending shockwaves of agony through your trembling frame.

Tommys dick got rock hard by your cries and begging.

The metallic tang of blood mixed with the scent of sweat and fear in the air, a visceral reminder of the brutality of Tommy's assault.

For Tommy, it smelled like heaven.

Despite the overwhelming pain, you gritted your teeth and endured, your spirit battered but unbroken. You reminded yourself that you’d endured worse. In the darkness of the room, you clung to the fragile hope of survival, knowing that this night was not different than any other; the sun would soon rise.

At this point you’d stopped screaming, entirely. Only finding the strength to cry bitterly into the stained bedsheets.

Despite the twisted satisfaction Joel got from Tommys cruel treatment, he couldn't ignore the sight of your battered and bloodied form.

Joel knew that he had to intervene.

He raised his voice just above the chaos, commanding Tommy to stop:

“Alright, that’s ‘nough, Tommy.” his voice cut through the air like a knife, his tone firm and authoritative.

Tommy hesitated, his grip on the belt loosening as he regarded his brother with a mixture of defiance and resignation.

Relief flooded through you as Joel put an end to Tommy's assault.

As Joel extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray with a flick of his wrist, he glanced at Tommy, making him understand that it was now his turn to take control of the situation.

With a predatory hunger still burning in his eyes, Tommy settled into his seat behind the camera.

Meanwhile, Joel approached the trembling, tear-streaked you.

“Can you stand up?”, curiosity lingering in his voice.

With a heavy heart you pushed yourself up on your hands and knees, sobbing quietly. Your body trembling with pain. You pushed yourself off the bed and stood on shaking legs in front of Joel Miller.

You looked a mess. Tear-streaked cheeks and a face contorted with pain.

“Thank you, sir.”, you sobbed.

Your eyes flickered over at Tommy who was sitting in the corner of the room, not letting you out of his sight. Chest rising and falling from the adrenaline and cocaine pumping through his veins.

As you trembled in the aftermath of his brutality, you couldn't help but view Tommy as a menacing figure whose mere presence filled you with a sense of dread.

To shield yourself from the menacing gaze of Tommy, you instinctively sought refuge behind the protective frame of Joel.

It was clear to Joel that Tommy's cruelty had left its mark on you psyche and that you now—in your hopeless delusion—sought protection from him.

But by him simply placing his large hand on your fragil shoulder—its weight upon you like a heavy stone, making you slowly sink down to your knees under its force—Joel made his position of power crystal clear to you.

It came crushing down on you: He wasn’t your ally, nor your saviour.

He may had stopped Tommy from assaulting you, however he’d also watched it happening in amusement. The only reason why he’d stopped his brother was because he feared Tommy would break you too quickly…

From you kneeling position, you gazed up at Joel. Your eyes filled with a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, Joel would treat you with more kindness and compassion than Tommy had…

Joel began to unbuckle his pants—without taking his eyes off of your pretty fear-streaked face—his movements deliberate and unhurried.

He revealed his hardened cock, it was thick and veiny and looked as powerful as his presence felt to you.

You were inches away from his manhood, the scent of his arousal filling your senses. You knew what he wanted from you next.

“Open up, girl.”, he said, a simple command.

You opened your mouth and leaned forward. Joel placed his hand on your head, before guiding his cock between your plump lips. It fit only partly. You began to move your tongue, letting it swirl around him.

As the scene unfolded before him, Tommy rose from his seat, his eyes fixed on you as you serviced Joel. With trained hands, he took the camcorder off the tripod. Now taking the role as his cameraman, Tommy moved closer to you and Joel to capture a more intimate view of what was going on.

It didn’t went unnoticed by you that Tommy was filming you from up-close now, determined to capture every little explicit detail.

You felt a surge of unease wash over you, now that Tommy was so close. The pain radiating from your ass a painful reminder of how Tommy was capable of. You grew nervous.

So you made the mistake of stopping and taking Joels cock out of your mouth to voice your discomfort.

You opened your mouth to speak, but with a sudden and forceful motion, Joel's hand connected with your cheek.

*smack*

The sharp crack of the impact echoing through the room.

As you recoiled from the strike, you felt fear and humiliation wash over you. Your spirit crushed once again by the weight of his punishment.

With tear-filled eyes, you bowed her head and cried.

“Who told you to stop?”, Joel asked, sounding annoyed with you.

You just shook your head, sobbing quietly.

“Open your mouth and don’t try that again…”

You quickly let him back inside your mouth and continued massaging his member with your tongue.

“They always get so eager after a good beating…”, Tommy smiled.

Joel felt the need to spice things up. So he grasped you by your hair—firmly—and took control over the situation by setting the rhythm and pace. Fucking your mouth, asserting his dominance in every motion. With each subtle shift of his hips and every whispered instruction, Joel made you feel smaller and smaller, whilst he grew bigger and bigger. You were completely at his mercy. Glued to his crotch.

You let him fuck your mouth, gagging and coughing under his grip.

“Good job, keep going.”, Joel hissed.

You opened tour eyes and looked up at him, your vision blurred from your tears. You liked hearing him praise you. It made you feel better. You tried your best not to puke around his cock—or pass out.

Your throat was burning and saliva was flowing out of the corners of your mouth like a waterfall. You were spasm hard, trying to keep your lunch down.

Joel was so deep inside your mouth, that Tommy—and the lens of the camcorder—could see the outline of Joel’s cock in your throat.

With merciless intensity, Joel thrust into your throat, his movements rough and unrestrained.

You started to throw your fists against his muscular thighs, hoping he would back up and let go of your head.

Each forceful thrust pushed your limits.

You couldn't help but wonder how much more you could endure before reaching your breaking point.

Right when your vision had started to get black, Joel released you from his merciless grip.

You collapsed to the ground in a heap, your body trembling with exhaustion and desperation for air. Gasping for air like a desperate goldfish out of water, you lay there, utterly spent and broken by the brutal encounter.

Next you felt was Joel fisting your hair and yanking yout face up. He came all over your face. Painting your face shiny white with bis cum.

“Fuck!”, he hissed, his appearance resembled a wild animal rather than a human.

When he was done, he let you go again.

Your throat burned with the aftermath of Joel's rough treatment. Every muscle in your body ached with fatigue, your mind reeling from the overwhelming sensations of pain and humiliation. Your face covered with sticky hot cum.

You felt utterly defeated. Once again you wondered how much you could endure tonight before reaching your breaking point.

“Good job, cunt.”, Joel halfheartedly said, still out of breath and in an undeniably good mood.

“Thank you, dad.”, you whispered in your out-of-your-mind state. A flicker of longing and desperation evident in your voice. You were close to falling unconscious.

“Aw, she thinks you are her fucking father.”, tommy laughed.

Joel remained outwardly composed, but felt a hint of satisfaction at your acknowledgment of his authority.

Tommy pressed the camcorder in Joel’s hand, “Alright I have enough of this.”, Tommys word were accompanied by lifting you up effortlessly and placing you on the bed

Panic floated your senses.

"Can I…can I have something to drink?", the request a desperate plea wanting to numb your senses so that you could endure whatever would come next.

Joel handed you the whiskey bottle, and you eagerly drowned the liquid down, hunting the numbness at the bottom of the bottle.

“Jesus Christ, that’s enough”, tommy said, reaching out to retrieve the bottle from your grasp.

You let yourself fall back on the hard mattress.

Tommy lowered himself onto you, his weight pressing down on your trembling form. "Let's find out just how much you're really worth," he murmured, his sinister words directed more to himself than at you.

He gripped his already hard member in his hand, slicking it with his saliva in preparation.

You didn’t count Tommy for someone who would take his time in preparing you for penetration, so additional help was welcomed.

You reached down and rubbed your clit, in hopes to generate some wetness…

But the only thing that was acting up was your flight or fight response.

Tommy's gaze resembled that of a starved dog, hungrily eyeing you as if you were only a piece of meat.

Tommy wasted no more time lining the tip of his cock up with your entrance between your shaking legs.

With a single forceful thrust, Tommy rammed his cock deep inside you.

“Ouh!”, you whimpered, clutching his thick muscular arms for support as a jolt of pain shot through you.

Tommy wasted no time, swiftly finding a rhythm that satisfied his desires, plunging in and out of you with relentless favour.

“Ah stop!”, you cried.

Instinctively, you resisted his brutal thrusts, attempting to push him away and free yourself from his assault.

Your attempt was met with yet another harsh slap across your face, reminding you painfully of your powerlessness against Tommy.

“Keep crying, little whore, come on.”, Tommy hissed.

You shook your head and looked away, but Tommy grasped your chin firmly, making sure you couldn't look away from him, his gaze commanding your full attention.

Your body trembled under Tommy with each forceful thrust.

It could’ve been the alcohol, but eventually, your body adapted to his thrusts, the sensation becoming dull.

“Fuck, for a rundown prostitute you are tight as fuck”, Tommy pressed out in between his thrusts.

Tommys degrading words seemed to be so far away, you almost couldn’t hear them.

Your gaze drifted over to Joel, who sat in Tommy's chair, his expression a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction.

As your eyes met, a wave of shame washed over you, his watchful gaze reminded you of how your father used to look at you: disappointed and full of judgment.

It felt as if Joel could see right through you, condemning you for the wrong decisions you had made, like running away with your boyfriend, Dean.

In that moment, you realized your father had been right all along, but it was too late to turn back. You had irreversibly altered the course of your life, and men like Tommy were the consequence of your choices.

Another blow struck your cheeks, catching you off guard. “Don’t look at him, he won’t safe you this time.”

After what felt like an eternity, you sensed that Tommy was nearing his climax.

It was only then that you realised that he hadn’t bothered with a condom—another boundary crossed in the course of this night.

“Please don’t cum in me.”, you sounded hopeless.

Tommy drew out of you, grabbed your hair and yanked your head off the edge of the bed. He then violently started to empty his balls on your face, mixing his cum with your tears and his brothers cum.

When he was done, he let go of your hair. Your skull arched. Your ass hurt. And your throat and vagina feeling rough and scratchy.

“Don’t worry, cunt”, Tommy begun “last thing I want is having another whore being the mother of my child.”

It was only then you noticed that he wore a ring on his finger. He was married.

Tommy allowed himself to collapse onto the bed, taking a moment to catch his breath.

You rolled out of the bed and dragged yourself into the bathroom, tears and cum streaming down your face.

You cleaned your face with water, your hands shaking. You put your dress on. All you wanted to get out of here. You had your money, but you lost the little bit of dignity you had left.

“Dean will be proud.”, you thought. You just wanted to go back to him.

Stepping out of the bathroom, your feet carried you straight to the front door, driven by the urgent need to flee.

However, Joel's words stopped you in your tracks. "Tell Dean, Joel said hello.”

With a silent nod, you turned and walked back out into the eerie night, the weight of the encounter hanging heavy on your shoulders…

[sunnys-out]

The Star and her Sun | Alessia Russo x Reader

A/N: Hello everyone! Thank you to those who checked up on me. I'm doing alright now. Still studying for the LSAT which I am set to take on the 8th of June, so send good vibes. I have been working on this one for a bit. This combines three of the prompts that I had and honestly, I'm kinda attached to this one because it is friends to lovers and my ass loves that shit like. I am working on three others that should be coming out soon. Thank you all. (REMINDER: REQUESTS ARE CLOSED)

WC: 7k

Warnings: Family sickness, alcohol, foul language, gendered language (anything else let me know)

Chime~

The little bells rang throughout the quiet, little, London cafe as it cut through the sounds of a football match playing on a laptop by the counter. 

Alessia saw someone behind the counter hunched over what looked to be like a large book and notebook filled with all sorts of highlights and post its. 

“Morning~, can I get something started for you?” A soft voice sounded from behind the fresh pastries as Alessia noticed that you gave a quick look to her and returned to whatever you were doing. 

Alessia approached the counter and peered at you still sitting down with your hair held up and with a floral headband keeping away the stray hairs that still graced your cheeks. 

You close the textbook, using the notebook like a bookmark to not lose your place, smoothing out the apron fully standing in front of Alessia.

She couldn’t help but follow the movement as you went past her eyeline. You were probably over 6’0 and you caught her moment of awe and laughed a little.

“I’m 6’3 if that is what you were wondering” you said as you further adjusted the apron around your waist.

Alessia blushed at being caught, 

“Sorry, uh- I’m new around here and this was the first cafe I saw that was close to my place and open this early so I don’t have an idea of what I want really?” her normally confident tone faltered as she fully took in your features.

A smile crept on your face as you put your hands in the front pockets of the apron and begin to rock back and forth on your heels. You look at the kit bag on Alessia’s shoulder.

“Seems like you’re going to training…Arsenal right? Well, the rest of the girls usually pop on through in the afternoon after practice but I’d always recommend the Apple Crumble pastry and a small, sweet latte with oat milk for morning trainings”

Alessia only nodded at the question, “Yeah, that sounds perfect actually…you a fan?” 

I nod as I bend down with a pair of tongs to place the pastry into a small bag. 

“My mum is a huge gooner, and my pops is a big Man United fan.” You laugh a little before continuing and beginning the process of making the latte.

“I guess I am both as well…grew up in it really, so yeah you can say I’m a fan ” You place the top on the disposable cup and slide the coffee and pastry towards Alessia stopping her before she gets her wallet out.

“First one is on me, little star” you say and are met with a stunned silence from the younger girl. 

She remained looking at you a sense of familiarity hits her as your soft but firm eyes returned the stare but she couldn’t place it for the life of her. It looked like you were waiting for a specific response from her.

“Thanks…uh I’ll see you around” she says as she quickly grabs the things on the counter and heads for the door.

You say quickly to her as Alessia grabs onto the handle of the door, “Oh tell the girls I said my hellos”

Alessia nods and runs out of the cafe and nearly trips over the sidewalk as she continues on to the training center. 

You watch her and she wanders off, Alessia completely flustered by the encounter, shaking your head you mutter as a laugh leaves your mouth 

“Still as clumsy as I remember”.

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Bearsted FC, Kent

Being the oldest kid at Bearsted FC meant a lot of the younger kids looked up to you both figuratively and physically. Being freshly ten and measuring at 5’4 was nothing to ignore. You were one of the few kids that did not need any convincing to be in goal. 

You enjoyed it. The amount of afternoons practicing blocking shots with your parents gave you a sense of pride with each ball that flew away from goal or trapped within your gloves.

You had promise of becoming one of England’s best goalkeepers or so said the many adults at your games on the weekends.

Even little Alessia Russo, who would come bounding towards you at the end of each and every game. You both had been playing for both the boys and the girls on the weekend. Again, no one else would step as keeper so no one could really say no to you.

“That was amazing,(y/n)!!!” Alessia jumped towards you with her arms then extended to mimic a save you had done that game.

You shook your head and smoothed out your uniform as you looked down at you teammate. 

“Me? Nah, you were amazing, I mean you have been really practicing your shooting. Got a brace today!” you say patting her shoulder.

“What’d ya mean? It would’ve been perfect if I didn’t slip on the grass” Alessia initially beaming up at you and then frowning as she showed off the grass stains on her shorts. 

You shake your  head, “I mean it Lessie, I mean you got the grown ups saying that you’re England’s next big striker and I agree with them” You continue to pick up your stuff from the side of the goal. 

Alessia only remained silent before firmly saying, “Well only if you’re there, I don’t trust anyone else, you are such a good goal keeper!”

You roll your eyes at the younger girl yes, “you’ll get there with or without me Lessie, trust me” You look over and see your  parents waving you over.

“Well I'm going to head home, see ya tomorrow eh little star?” Who only nods acknowledging the pats to her shoulder as you run over to your parents.

You were enjoying the last few weekends that you had in England. Your parents had already mentioned to you that your father had found a much better job in Florida that required a move to the States.

You were already 10 years old so your time at the league was ending anyways, the only worry you had was finding a new team to play for. Your parents reassured you that there were clubs in Miami that would take you and it’d be a nice change in scenery.

Your last weekend came up and it was going to be a surprise to everyone but unbeknownst  to you, Alessia had fallen ill. Her parent’s not telling her that it was your last time playing there, the last time that you would play in England to save her from feeling worse apart from her illness.

You played well and ended your little “career” with another clean sheet but this time without Alessia Russo coming over to your goal to sing you your praises. She was your best friend and it left you dejected as you grabbed your things from the grass and headed over to your parents. 

“Darling, don’t look down, your father gave the Russos our number so she will call you when she feels better and we are in the states” Your mother sensing the disappointment that clearly permeated from your demeanor. 

That did make you feel a wee bit better that at least Alessia had some way to get in touch with you. What you didn’t know is that, unfortunately for you, Alessia’s father forgot the piece of paper in his jeans and the number was lost in the wash. He didn’t have the heart to tell Alessia of what happened.

Waiting by the home phone proved to be a rather frequent activity until your mother said “It’s ok we are going to visit sooner or later”.  

However, soon became a couple years and not to your surprise Alessia and her family had moved.

She moved somewhere different, so you had to move on from your best friend you so deeply missed.

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Upon Alessia’s arrival to the training grounds, the other girls immediately clocked the familiar coffee cup design.

“Oh looks like you’ve already met our favorite barista, Russo” Katie wraps an arm around Alessia’s shoulders.

The blonde’s cheeks grew red at the mention of you. “Uh yeah, she mentioned y’all… said hello”

Katie’s eyes twinkled, “Oh how I love that girl…you got a good look at her didn’t you?” 

Before Alessia could continue to show that she was a nervous mess; Leah intervened.

 “Leave the poor girl alone, Katie. We all know of your little crush on (Y/N), get in line like the rest of us”. 

The rest of the locker room erupted in laughter and in mutual agreement. 

Alessia returned to her area and placing her things in her cubby still reeling from the whole interaction. 

After a particularly exhausting practice, she turned down going with the other girls to the cafe you worked at. She lied saying that she still had some unpacking to finish and why should she go back if she’d already been there in the morning? 

“Don’t need to buy anything, Lessi, just seeing (y/n) is worth the walk down” Katie laughed giving her a quick bump to the shoulder.

An awkward laugh from Alessia escaped her as she shooed away her teammates but not before promising that she would join them the next time….which was a lie because she would avoid the cafe as much as she could to avoid the nervousness that she felt. The way that your gaze affected her…how even in the early morning your eyes were bright, soft, and firm.

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After two weeks of, reluctantly, going to any cafe other than the one that you worked at Alessia finally found herself being dragged by Toone towards your cafe.

“Tooney, there are other places with pastries, do we really have to go to this one?” Alessia pleaded to her friend who looked at her confused and pulled Alessia even further.

“Nah, Phallon is there and she said that her old university friend working there will hook us up with some free pastries, you were excited about the free pastries part, what’s got you not wanting to go now huh?” 

Alessia couldn’t think of a good reason, her demeanor did change from excitement to nerves at the realization they were headed towards your cafe…

“I don’t think their pastries are all that” she lied to which earned an eye roll from Ella.

“Don’t care…a free pastry is a free pastry.” Ella said, opening the door of the cafe to see an occupied Phallon leaning on the counter as she scrolled her phone looking for something.

She lifted her head, “Oh hey Tooney, hey Alessia, guess you got her with the free pastries huh?” she said with a smile.

Alessia let out a quiet sigh of relief as she saw someone that wasn’t you walk into the back carrying a box.

“Where’s your friend, Phallon?” Ella went to the counter towards her teammate.

Phallon continued scrolling through her phone and stopped seemingly finding what she was looking for. 

“Oh she had to go get some boxes really quick but she’ll be back. I was going to show her the highlight I had seen of her from two weekends ago, just found it. She’ll kill me but…” She laughs turning the phone screen towards Ella and Alessia as the video began to play.

Toone did not see Alessia’s eyes widen at the realization that you were the one playing; that you were the one in goal. 

Alessia recognized the team as one of the local club teams nearby, a part of the lower leagues. One of the main points of the video that played again slowly was a save that was thoroughly impressive. There was something in the way that you made the save that triggered a memory in Alessia. 

Before Alessia could say anything in response to the video, your voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Been a while, Russo…TJ can you not show my highlights, it’s embarrassing” You say, with a laugh, passing closely to Alessia and hip checking Phallon as you place the two boxes of napkins on the counter. 

Phallon only lets out a laugh, “hey it was a good save (y/n), if you weren’t on this med school route, you’d easily be recruited by a WSL club team…”

Ella immediately agrees and pushes more, “Phallon is right, if you were on another team, you’d be an absolute nightmare for us right, Lessie?”. You look back at Alessia, who at the mention of her name finally blinked.

“Uh yeah, that was a good save. I don’t think I would get anything past you” she says quietly under your firm gaze as she hears your name for the first time. 

You only nod turning away from the group to put away the boxes, “Yeah maybe, well that was the dream but things sometimes don’t go that way you know but hey you can have multiple dreams…aka the med school route Phallon so happened to mention”

Alessia’s eyes followed you as you continued on answering Ella’s array of questions as you put away the supplies needed behind the counter.

Drying your hands you go to pack some pastries for the group, 

“Yeah I was a walk on for our university team and I ended up playing for them for a while, even started more than half the games…decided to just come back home after I didn’t get drafted into the NWSL”. 

The last part came out with some hesitation, you turn back with three small baggies filled with pastries.

Phallon takes them in her hands and says “See you at the game, yeah?” 

You nod, “Course, just remember to send me the tickets this time TJ, now head on off, I know that you all have practice later”.

As the group was about to leave, Alessia stops when you firmly say, “Actually, before I forget…Alessia, you forgot something the last time you were here”

Alessia looked to Ella who, didn’t help at all, said “Oh, we have to head out, I’ll text ya later Less”, leaving Alessia to her own devices 

As Alessia, hesitantly, reached the counter, you pulled up your chair and sat with your elbows on the counter and your head resting at your palms.

“Sooooo…you going to tell me why you’ve been avoiding me or do you want me to guess?” You say already with an answer in mind.

The younger girl messed with her hands and refused to meet your eyes “ ‘m not avoiding you…there’s just other cafes…” 

You clicked your tongue, “sure…anything else because I don’t believe you, little star” the nickname caused for Alessia’s cheeks to turn red…

“Uhhh…well I don’t think Katie would like me hanging around her crush, ‘ppose you like her too…I mean why wouldn’t you…I mean not saying I don’t want to see you but not that I have a crush on you or anything…but you’re pretty but I don’t think…”her thoughts were interrupted by your stifled laughter.

You rubbed your eyes to wipe the tears the came from holding it in.

“Hold on…firstly, I like Katie but not in that way. Second, is that really why you’ve been avoiding me, Lessie?…I thought it was something else, this however, I’m not complaining about” 

You said gesturing over to Alessia’s flustered demeanor.

The look of confusion on her face only added to your laughter, “Lessie, I know you’re not dumb…come on, who else in your life has ever called you, Little Star…I mean your folks started calling you star girl because of it and now the media does but who was the first to call you their little star?” 

You smiled towards her as you took in her slow realization, her eyes widening as she began finally taking in your features. The way that your eyes looked at her was enough proof to her, you were her.

Alessia quickly pulls you into a hug from across the counter, “you asshole, you could’ve just told me. God, it’s been so long”. Her grip on you is so tight that you would think that you were about to fly away if she let go. You feel her bury her face in your hair as you lean into her more.

Another laugh leaves your mouth, “well I thought you would have figured it out but now I know why you avoided me”. She pulls away immediately and sees the smirk that now adorned your face.

“ Someone’s got a little crush on me” you tease as you get up from your chair only to be followed, in tandem, on the other side of the cafe counter by the striker.

“I never said that!” her voice not, convincingly, confident like the day she first saw you again after many years.

You ignore her and only respond with a hum as you adjust your apron and round the corner of the counter and walk briskly towards the younger girl.

“Is that so? Shame because I also had a crush on you but I guess we will never know, of what may have happened if you also had a crush on me” You continue your teasing as you begin to shoo her out of the cafe with a gentle push.

The striker pushes back against you and grabs your right hand as you grab the handle to “kick her out”.

“Hey wait, wait…I was just joking…come on, Sole” You don’t take your hand off the handle but you froze at your old nickname, Sole. 

You hadn’t heard that name in decades at that point…her parents called you “her sole”...”her sun” because she was always pulled to you. The moment she got out of the car at practice she would run to you at goal, the moment the game would end she’d run to you, and eventually Alessia would copy her parents and call you ‘Sole’ in response to your calling of ‘little star’ to her.

You felt Alessia push back against you and you budged a bit. As you opened the door, you used the momentum in one of her efforts and turned her towards you as you lowered your face to hers.

“I’m joking, little star. Get to practice. I’ll see you this weekend, I’ll find you after the game, Phallon will get me…I’ve missed you by the way”. You say calmly, patted her shoulder and then,gently, pushed her out of the cafe and closed the door behind her. 

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Match day against Manchester United came quickly to the Emirates and Alessia was nervous for multiple reasons. She was facing her old club for the first time and playing before her old friend that she definitely had a crush on. 

You never gave her your number and she didn’t want to ask Ella to then have to ask Phallon because then Ella would start wondering why and she couldn’t hide her feelings for you from her best friend. If Tooney found out, oh she would never hear the end of it. 

The team all rallied and began warm ups, the noises of the stadium gradually grew as people filed in. 

Alessia’s eyes would scan the suites where player’s families and friends from either team would be situated…she didn’t see you. 

She’d discreetly do it again during the as the team got into their positions…nothing. Unbeknownst to her, you had an eye on her the whole time; laughing at the way she “discreetly” scanned the family suites looking for you.

You never enjoyed the suites and always preferred watching from a fan’s point of view. You weren’t known so it wasn’t a worry that you’d be found out by fans. You settled into your seat your legs already used to the lack of space. You were surrounded by other fans with your mother’s old Arsenal jacket she got when she was your age with a little bit of a red jersey peeking underneath. 

It was an Alessia Russo jersey from when she played for Manchester United. You got it the moment that you heard that she signed on. Your father being elated that your childhood friend was playing for his team, 

“as she should!” you remember how proud he sounded when you shared the news

Lessie was loved by your family so you purchasing her jersey wasn’t seen as weird or off. You were as enamored with Alessia as she was of you in that moment. As a kid, you had always dreamed that one day you and Alessia would exchange jerseys after a game against each other, the thought caused for a short-lived frown to grace your face. 

You took a photo of Phallon in goal from where you were seated and posted it to your story tagging her and adorning the photo with University of Miami stickers and a caption that said “That’s my best friend!”

You loved your university friend dearly but you hoped that your little star would get one past her. As the game began, you watched Alessia, silently, like you did all those years ago from your goal posts. Placing you feet on the seat in front of you and putting your elbows to your knees and watched in awe. 

Your little star was not so little anymore but she played with the same energy and joy as she did when you were both younger. You couldn’t help but jump up in excitement when she scored. Except this time you couldn’t hit the posts with your gloves from the other side of the field like you traditionally did. 

During halftime, you got a text from Phallon telling you to head down to tunnel before the end of the game. She had already let it be known to security that you would be coming by and to just flash the badge she had given you.

The game had ended with a 2-0 scoreline in favor of Arsenal, earning Alessia a brace against her former club. Phallon came in and upon seeing you, enveloped you in a tight hug. The hug itself started to push off the University of Miami baseball hat you had on from your head.

“Hey you did great out there, was like old times” you said with a laugh as you patted Phallon’s back.

Phallon was a tad upset but nodded at your words, “Could’ve been better but hey this ain’t the NWSL, so I’m happy to have played anyways”. You had stayed in the United States for a year after failing to get drafted and would often fly out to Seattle to watch Phallon at her home games. You wanted to support her for as long as you could; that still wouldn’t be enough to pay her back for all that she had done for you. 

You hadn’t noticed that Alessia had walked into the tunnel with Toone and seen the slight look of jealousy she shot Phallon.

“That’s her best friend is all…goal keeper union and all that. Mary probably knows her too…” as if on queue Mary came by and enveloped you in a hug from behind which earned a laugh from you. Mary’s powerful stature now seemed small in comparison when you towered over her. 

Alessia did not realize that Ella had pulled her towards you and the other girls until she heard you say,

“Oh hey you two, you both had an incredible game, especially you…Russo!” The smile that you had now directed at her, filled with knowing that you had such an affect of her as you noticed that Alessia’s cheeks became the same color as her jersey.

The other girls agreed amongst themselves. “How about a little get together later tonight? Just a couple drinks nothing too crazy, (Y/N), you are always invited” Mary ended the proposal with a pat on your shoulder.

You nod, “Oh Alessia, heard you’d need a ride home, I can take you, since I have to stop at the cafe really quick before I go home anyways”. The offer bringing Alessia out of the trance that she was in. 

“Sure…if it isn’t any issue” she said softly that earned a quick assurance from you.

“Nah don’t worry about it…I’m parked where the players are, so I’ll just text you where I’m at” you say handing her your phone so that she can put in her number.

Once Alessia handed your phone  back, you said your goodbyes and whispered a quick, “I’ll see you soon, little star” to her before heading down the hall. Alessia nodded and turned to see a smirking Toone.

“You can thank me by the way…I could've given you a ride but I am always looking out for my bestie so I made myself ~ unavailable ~ and I expect you to put on your cutest outfit, Less!” she sang the last part as she put her arm around Alessia’s shoulder. 

“I-I don’t-what?”, the blonde quietly whispers to Toone.

Ella rolls her eyes, “Less, I know when you have a crush, you’re the worst at hiding it. Plus she’s a catch and I’m sure she likes you too, so just here to give ya a little push like the good friend I am” her eyelashes flutter towards the blonde. 

The forward did not even try to fight her friend and instead went to the locker room with the rest of her team. After going through the various congrats and photos for Player of the Match, she finally unlocked her phone to a message from an unknown number, you.

“Hey little star, I'm parked in section A spot 29. I’ll be sat in my car so no rush do what ya gotta do 😊”

Alessia smiled down at the message, the nickname flustering her even in just text form. 

“I’ll see you soon, just finishing up here 😊” her message was met with a small, heart like.

You were scrolling on your Instagram, as a random Spotify playlist played from your phone. Your head leaned on the window of your car as you continued completely unaware of your own surroundings. A gentle tap on the passenger window across from you made a big smile appear as you unlocked the car to a still-nervous Alessia. 

“You could put your stuff in the back don’t worry, it's unlocked”. Once Alessia put her things away in the back seat she found herself in the passenger seat, struggling to put on her own seat belt. 

“I’m not going even to ask if you need help,”  you said with a small laugh as you leaned over, grabbed the seat belt, and quickly put it into the buckle.

As you lean back into your chair, you stopped closely to Alessia’s face, 

“That buckle gets everyone, don’t be embarrassed…you don’t need to be nervous around me either but seems like I do that to everyone” you smile slyly as no response comes from her and start the car and you begin to pull out of the lot.

Alessia breaks her own silence, 

“(y/n)...my dad lost your number in the wash…that’s why I never called you. I hope you don’t think that I left you, I really did miss you” You waved your hand towards her. 

“I know that you never meant for that to happen…I didn’t expect to leave so young” 

She only nodded and continued,

“Soooo, what did you end up doing and what’s this about med school?” 

A sigh escapes you, “uh we moved to Miami because dad got a really good job there. Things were great, I was playing club in a nice area and yeah…that lasted two years…then dad loses that job within 2 years because of the recession…we had savings but we had to cut out a lot of things…football was one of them”.

You coughed as you recalled the rest, “The daughter of the coach was so happy I was gone which meant that she could be the starting goal keeper…other girls were funded by other parents who had better means…uh not me”. 

You did not even want to look at Alessia knowing she had a frown on her face. You pinch your nose as you continue.

“When I went to high school, I tried out for the team and I was good according to the coach…but then they asked me if I played club…told them I did but then stopped because I couldn’t afford it. I was cut from the team the next day…money talks there, so I uhhhh didn’t play until I went to U of M” 

“Phallon was actually my roommate…we joked that they intentionally put  the two tallest girls together in the smallest dorm at the university. It was a total coincidence that they put me with her. First day I knew she was a soccer player, she didn’t find out I was a goalkeeper until she came to me worried because her alternate did her ACL and that they needed to try out new people in the next two weeks. I denied at first said I couldn’t afford it and explained why. Phallon talked to her family and next thing I knew…everything was paid for I just needed to try out…rest is history. You already know that I didn’t get drafted and well I came back. Been staying at my aunt’s place, rent free. She’s retired so she’s always away on travel”. 

Alessia nodded, still noticing how you rushed to the end. 

“How are your parents-?” she stops the moment she sees your hands tense at the wheel.

You shift in your seat, “Sorry, my parent’s are fine now, they are still in Florida actually…they are kind of stuck there…Mum got sick recently and dad followed suit…took them forever to convince me to move back, but they are ok it’s just we are in a weird spot. Everything is ok but not at the same time, don’t know if that makes sense”. You glance at her with a soft smile.

Alessia puts a hand to your shoulder, “hey sorry if that’s a sore spot and no it makes sense, it’s been a while since I’ve seen them obviously” She lets out a laugh. 

“Dad was so happy when you signed to United you know? And now, mum has been over the moon since you joined Arsenal” the tone in your voice now lighter. 

As you and Alessia talked it felt as if you had returned to the rhythm that you both had when you were kids. She would scrunch her nose when you teased her and you’d roll your eyes when she made a bad joke. You parked near the cafe after Alessia convinced you to leave her at the cafe and she’d walk the rest home.

You began walking towards the cafe to go pick up some textbooks you had left earlier that morning, beginning to take off your jacket out of habit as you got to the door. Alessia, who had stopped to see you off only saw the deep red of the Manchester jersey you wore, the white letters spelling out ‘Russo’  disappearing into the cafe.

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Alessia had practically inhaled the first drink that was handed to her by Toone due to the nerves that she had. Toone looked proud when Alessia arrived with her hair down, gold hoops and necklace with a black crop top and light washed jeans. 

“You look absolutely stunning, if she doesn’t want to take you home immediately seeing you then something is wrong with her” Toone said that earned a slap on the shoulder from Alessia,

“Shut it, don’t need to be so loud about it”. They both decide to get another drink while they waited for you to enter the bar. There respective teammates floating around the bar, laughs and conversations were heard from every corner. 

“(y/n)!!!! Leah told me you were coming!”  Katie’s thick accent now even thicker due to drinks she had already had.

Alessia had already started to feel the buzz of the 2 drinks she had went through minutes ago so the exclamation from Katie felt louder than usual. She turned and saw you talking to Katie who already began to wrap her arm around your waist pulling you closer to her. You entertained her and just held her briefly and it now looked like Katie was a koala on tree. 

Leah finally released you from Katie’s grasp only earning a laugh from you as you patted Katie’s shoulders to save her from the embarrassment what occurred. Alessia felt the tug at her heart when she saw your smile and heard your laugh. Even with all of the noise and movement, it seemed like you were moving slowly and clearly only for her to see. 

Alessia only snapped out of it when she felt a jab into her ribs, 

“You’re drooling, Lessie, I’d wipe your mouth because she’s headed this way, I’m going for another drink see ya”. The forward did not even have time to register what was said by Toone and even worse when you appeared in front of her.

“You ok? You’ll catch flies” You say semi-teasingly, semi-serious, lightly, tapping the underside of her chin as Alessia hadn’t closed her mouth since you had entered the bar. She finally was able to take you in and her silence to what you said only caused you to laugh.

Alessia saw you adjust the rolled up sleeves of your jacket and her eyes drifted to the exposed section of your stomach, then up at the subtle gold chain that you had on, you caught her gaze finally reached your face.

“So, I’m just going to get my one drink of the night, want to join me?…seems you need a refill” You take the empty glass from her hand as you started for the bar with Alessia following right behind you.

“Sorry, for being all quiet, I’m just tired you know” the blush on the striker’s cheeks told another story. 

You nod as you order yourself two drinks and slide one over to Alessia.

“Sure, little star, and I’m the president of the United States” you tease as you felt a tiny push of the shoulder from her. 

The conversation was like any other and the alcohol finally hit Alessia not at once, if you asked her, but when she was pulling you towards the dance floor with all the other Arsenal girls who were equally slightly, stumbling. 

She looked up at you as she brought you closer by your waist and laid her head on a part of your shoulder almost using you to stabilize herself. Alessia took in how warm you were and the woody, almost pine scent from your clothes; she couldn’t help but close her eyes and quietly sigh contently.

She barely registered your hand gently rubbing her back as you both were “slow dancing” in the middle of the bar. Which just meant you were both swaying slowly side to side, well you were more stabilizing Alessia as you moved side to side.

Her eyes opened as she felt the rumble in your chest as you spoke, “Nah she’s ok,...yeah Katie she’s an old friend actually…more now and we’re just catching up on lost time…ok I’ll see you”.

You, gently, tap Alessia’s waist to get her attention and lower yourself to her ear,  “You alright?” 

Alessia hummed and only melted herself more into you as your chest rumbled again but from laughter.

“You want to head out? Don’t want you to fall asleep standing…well you might actually trip over yourself if I let you go.” Alessia doesn’t answer but nods into your chest.

You push her a little so that you can lead her out of the bar waving at the rest of the team to get home safe.

Alessia stops you, “Can you carry me home?” she says quietly as she tries to stabilize herself without your aid but fails only to grab you by the arm. 

Without a word, you get in front of her and squat a little. 

“Come on, just get on my back, I can take you to mine, it’s actually just a block and a half away” 

Alessia, carefully, gets on your back and wrapping her arms around you neck as you hold her legs. 

The lights of the streets are almost blurry as Alessia laid her head on your back.

“I really did miss you, Sole”, you hear Alessia slur out from behind you.

You stop a bit before going up to the door of you aunt’s home, “me too, little star”.

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You assist Alessia into some of your clean clothes, obviously fitting way too big on her, combed through her hair, removed her make up, brushed her teeth, and finally lead her to your bed.

“I’ll sleep on the couch downstairs -” you began to say before Alessia, even though she was completely out of it, pulled you down to the bed next to her.

“Don’t be stupid, come on, you didn’t think I saw you with my jersey earlier” she muttered as she made her place in your arms and began to sleep. You only smiled as your fingers went through her hair and then rested at her hip as she feel asleep… you silently wishing that this would be your everyday but when have you ever been this lucky?

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Over the several weeks, Alessia would come only in the mornings opting to be selfish with the time that she spent with you. She would lean on the counter and talk to you as you were sat in the chair reading over your text book like the day she met you, sometimes even having your parents on the phone to speak with her. She thought, at the beginning, that you weren’t listening to her but you would occasionally insert little quips or observations.

“Ok sorry to say but that video of you in Australia, that Mary shared, was actually really funny”. You said as you highlighted another part of your textbook before setting it down on the table. 

Alessia rolled her eyes, “ok I swear it was going to charge at me, anyways, I’m off to practice…see you tomorrow?”. 

You nod as you lean down and give her a quick kiss on the lips as she practically skipped out of the cafe. 

You look underneath the counter at the opened letter that you had received a week ago. It said of your new schedule that your clinicals would now be mornings and you’d be assigned to a location to travel outside of the city in the afternoons.

“I’ll tell her tomorrow” was the phrase you would say over and over again. Your resolve in actually telling her would melt away the moment Alessia waltzed in every morning with her smile that made you buckle.

Tomorrow would be the last possible day to tell her so you had to tell her, of course, you could only blame your own unwillingness to break her heart. You weren’t breaking up with her just telling her 

‘Hey, remember how we didn’t see each other for a really long time and we found each other and now things are great, well I have to go again but I will still remember you…hope you wait for me like I waited for you…’

The next morning came and you had settled into your seat behind the counter like you always did and waited for your Little Star to walk in with her smile that was so bright it’d make the moon jealous. You hid the sunflowers that you had got her under some newspaper, hoping, it’d lessen the blow of what you were about to say to her. 

The minutes passed and the ding from your phone disturbed the comfortable silence.

“Hey Sole, I’m not feeling too well today, think I ate something bad last night so I’m not coming in and just going to go back to bed,  don’t miss me too much” followed with “ Little Star has notifications silenced”

You sighed with a frown, as you began to speak into your phone:

“You’re going to hate me. I’m sorry-”

Alessia’s heart dropped as she began listening to the voicemessages in her bathroom after sleeping for another 3 hours.

“I’m going to be no longer working at the cafe because I’m going be fully dedicating myself to my studies. Clinicals at the hospital are picking up and I will be going out of town often to work…I won’t be able to see you nor really talk to you. You are important to me and I am stupid for not telling you sooner…makes it seem like this is more important than you but it isn’t… I just didn’t want to break your heart. 

I love you, my little star, since the night at the bar. When you held onto me for dear life as we “danced”. When I brought you home when you were drunk off your ass and could barely stand. I still smell the traces of your scent on my bed sheets; my clothes; my pillowcase no matter how many times I have washed everything…the way you pulled me to bed to just hold you as you slept. I still remember the feel of you under my palms; every curve, every line as I passed my hands lightly on your hip as you quietly snored. I wished for that for so long with someone and I’m glad it was with my best friend.

I want to let you go because you deserve my full attention…I hope that you wait for me like I waited for you, but if not then I hope that I can still cheer you on from across the field as you continue making a name for yourself. 

I love you my little star and always will.

Come by the cafe later, if you’re able, to pick up what I intended to give you…as a goodbye…sorry I won’t be here I’m actually leaving soon once my coworker clocks in…it’s the first day I need to be out of town…I love you”

Alessia finally arrived at the busy cafe; which was an odd sight for her. The cashier, immediately upon seeing Alessia, motioned her over, allowing her to cut in front of the line. 

“Sorry folks, just got to make a quick delivery” the assumed university student apologized to the line before going back and quickly emerged with a small bouquet of sunflowers wrapped in newspaper with an envelope sitting amongst them.

Alessia took them with a sad smile and headed over to an open table in the corner. She pulled out the envelope seeing it was covered in stamps and re sealed several times. 

Carefully opening it she sees a neatly folded napkin, in front of a thicker paper, the napkin itself had written.

“Mum sent me this right after I told her that we found each other again. This was the last time we were together…think you got a hat trick this game.”

The napkin was set aside as Alessia took out the thicker paper turning it over to see it was a photo of the two of you as children.

Alessia’s then dark hair held up in low pigtails with a big smile as you held her up in a hug also a big smile adorning your face. 

Her sad smile was short lived as she looked at what you had written in the white part of the photo,

“The Star and her Sun” 

It was then Alessia decided to wait for you because what is a Star without her Sun. 

[lexsssu]

Inhuman (Adrian Tepes | Alucard)

TAGS: Alucard/Dragoness!reader, alternate universe, pining, sex pollen, morning after, breeding, impregnation, smut, oneshot Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

Darkness is something many feared for it brought about horrors both real and imaginary to life. The cover of night hid that which screeched at the light of day and yet there is a certain stillness and calm found in the dark.

Adrian never felt that the dark was something to be afraid of, but rather a hidden peace and tranquility when one decides to walk about during the twilight hours.

All is still until a flash of bright light illuminated the landscape, revealing everything which once hid within the blanket of night for barely a second before gradually fading away.

Normally, the dhampir would have chalked it up as yet another one of nature’s great mysteries before trying to see for himself what caused it. Blame his loving parents who naturally nurtured his inquisitive nature.

However, before he could even step another foot forward he saw something falling from the sky and as it got closer to the ground, his eyes perceived an unmistakably human form.

He didn’t need to think for another second as his body rocketed upwards in a great leap, lean yet toned arms grasping the surprisingly soft and tiny figure. As the air whipped around him during his descent, he took his first good look as to who or what he decided to save in the first place.

The blonde’s eyes widened, breath hitching in his throat as he beheld what could only be an angel, a being of pure light within his embrace.

Your silken ivory hair crowns your head and drapes over your heart-shaped face gracefully, petal-like lips which gleamed with a soft pink sheen, eyelashes like lush crescents that seem to teasingly hide what he could only imagine to be the most beautiful jeweled orbs in the world, and a spattering of silvery-white scales that travel from said cheeks down to your neck and the rest of your body hidden beneath your bodice.

You are clearly inhuman.

And yet, never has Adrian felt more human than he did right now especially as your eyes flutter open and meet with his own mesmerized pair.

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“...make sure to grind them thoroughly, my dear. They have to be a fine paste before we can proceed with the next step”

“Okay, Miss Lisa. I’ll do my best!”

“Feel free to just call me mother. I’ve seen you as a daughter from the moment my son brought you into our home and since my husband hasn’t given me any daughters...you’re the next best thing and I honestly couldn’t be any more grateful for your arrival in our lives.”

Hidden behind a tall shelf lined with various tomes and scrolls, the young man couldn’t help but take peeks at the two most important women in his life as they bonded with one another. His mother so easily took you under her wing when he brought you here and you weren’t averse to the motherly affections she directed at you.

Now if he could only be as forthright with his feelings as his mother and express himself to you, because you were clearly as dense as a rock and didn’t pick up any of the subtle hints he gave you about his intentions...

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“If you’re really okay with someone like me...then please use me as much as you like,” with a red blush highlighting your soft cheeks, you try not to look at the flushed and heavily panting Adrian pinning you down upon his bed.

The dhampir had accidentally inhaled the pollen of some new plant you both came across while partaking in your regular walks together. It took effect immediately, the normally calm and composed blonde becoming so flustered and heated that you’d think he was running a fever with how much sweat dripped down his face.

The raging erection which tented at the front of his trousers told you everything you needed to know, however.

Even if it was only to help him, you don’t regret giving yourself to Adrian because you love him. Even after the effects wear off, you hope that you’ll still stay friends because you’ve grown to love this castle and all its wonders. But especially its inhabitants—

“While I would have preferred to put a ring on you first, I’m afraid that I’m at my limit...but I promise to properly wed you after this, my love.”

The night is a blur by the time you wake up the morning after. Hazy memories of soft and firm touches, wet and deep kisses, harsh grunts and pitiful mewls, and nails scratching against the skin of his toned back as your tight cunt is forced open by his lengthy cock. You don’t remember how many rounds you went last night, having lost count of the amount of times you felt him spraying his seed deep inside of you and how you oh so shamelessly tightened even further each time he painted your walls white.

“We must inform mother and father once they return from their little trip. I’m sure they’ll be thrilled at the news of our union...though perhaps I might be scolded for taking you to bed before the actual wedding…” Adrian chuckled, messy strands of blonde hair tumbling down his chest as he gazed down at you with his head propped up by his hand, all the while you seemed to have been using his chest as a pillow the whole time you were sleeping.

“A-Adrian…!” You squeak and sputter at his joke, blushing all the way to the tips of your ears which only seems to ignite the flames within the dhampir once more as he rolls himself on top of you.

“If you truly insist on seducing me yet again...I suppose it is simply a husband’s duty to satisfy his wife”

[beelinx]

I don't know if you've done this yet, but can I request something for denki?? Yknow that black highlight thing on his hair lmao. What if his partner wants to match and asks him if he could help them dye it together 🥳

a/n: CUTEEEE 😭💕

honestly i over thought this a little bit and was thinking about what if the reader already has dark hair so like. if you have dark hair you can either pretend you don’t, or think of it as you dyeing the strand another color. maybe blonde like him??

honestly, the first time you saw denki’s highlight you thought it looked just about the cutest thing ever. kinda similar to a certain pokemon, like your friend had suggested. you had a small obsession with it, that quickly becoming one of your favorite traits of his. 

so, really, it was no shock that once you got together, your love for it definitely didn’t go away. in fact, you seemed to grow more and more in love with it as the days went by.

and that’s probably the reason why you’ve now shown up at his door with box dye, and an incredibly determined look on your face.

“are you sure this is how you do it?” denki questioned you, who was currently sitting in the bathroom, waiting for the dye to set.

“yes,” you exasperatedly replied, “i’ve watched like, a thousand videos of people doing this.”

“okayyyyy,” he dragged, “but what if your hair falls off?”

you rolled your eyes and giggled, “if it does, would you shave your head in solidarity?”

he gave you a cheeky grin, “of course i would babe. i would shave all of my body in solidarity for you.”

you sent him an incredibly disturbed look, “gross.” he laughed in turn and stuck his tongue out at you.

honestly, you were glad he didn’t think you were a sort of weirdo when you told him about your plan. quite the opposite, he was actually super happy, and he even kept going on and on about how honored he was that you wanted to dye your hair to be like him.

he also kept claiming how proud he was to be your ‘muse.’

kinda strange, but as long as he’s happy…

“ugh, it’s starting to itch,” you complained some time after, “i think it’s time to, like, wash it out.”

so you did, and though he may have gotten a probably unhealthy amount of water in your eyes, it ended up going smoothly. your hair did not fall off, a fact which you’ll surely remark to him. 

you forced denki to leave the bathroom while you started to dry your hair. you wished to see the final product more clearly, so he was forced to wait outside until you were done.

when you came out to ‘surprise’ denki with the final product, he was awestruck.

but seriously, his jaw actually dropped.

he closed and opened his mouth multiple times, utterly speechless. suddenly, he stood up and started kissing you all over your face. when you pushed him off to remind him that you needed air, he looked up, his eyes still gazed at you as if you were just about the most perfect person he’s ever seen, and chuckled.

“sorry,” he apologized, “you just look drop dead gorgeous.”

“denki,” you said, “you do know i only dyed a streak of my hair, right? i still look exactly the same.”

you rolled your eyes at him. he gave you a crooked smile, “maybe i just think you look drop dead gorgeous every day.”

“okay, weirdo,” you replied.

“you are the one who dyed your hair to look like me, so basically that makes you a weirdo too,” he retorted.

“yeah, yeah, whatever makes you feel better,” you paused, before adding, “weirdo.”

“hey!”

[lunaviee]

drunk rin headcanons!

itoshi rin x reader headcanons

tags/warnings: alcohol, fluff/crack, all characters are 22+, ooc?, not proof read

synopsis: how your constantly stoic boyfriend would act drunk

authors notes: this was such a random idea and idek where i got it from honestly. definitely out of character but like he’s also drunk soo??

word count: 2k

imma be so fr, drunk rin is adorable but bro NEVER shows it

he’s not a light weight and can hold his alcohol pretty well, but he never really drinks. he thinks it’s a waste and is overall just bad for your body.

but one day his team all had a party at reo’s penthouse and you managed to convince rin to go with you. he really only went for you, not wanting any of his friends around you alone with alcohol

after some time, isagi challenged him to a dumb drinking game. maybe he wanted to impress you or maybe he just didn’t want isagi to win, but he agreed nonetheless

now keep in mind, this is rin we’re talking about, so it’s really rare for him to participate in something like this. it was stupid and chaotic as hell with all of their friends cheering them on with each drink, nagi even recording the whole thing

of course you had to record as well so you sat yourself on a chair across from your boyfriend to really get a good view of what he was getting himself into

several shots later, isagi tapped out, causing the group of guys to burst into cheers and laughter. they both looked like they were gonna barf. like, their heads were down on the table and bachira shaking and jumping on them definitely didn’t help

not even an hour later, isagi was out COLD on reo’s couch but everyone else was still fucking around, making even more dumb drinking games

okay, now on to the actual rin headcanons HEHE

he becomes veryy affectionate and just kinda wants to be around you for the rest of the night. you being the amazing partner you are, and wanting to save his dignity from his friends, managed to sneak to one of reo’s guest bedrooms for rin to calm down in

surprisingly, he’s a more calm drunk. like he just gets sleepy and stuff, but he gets CLINGY. like he’s draping himself over you and gets all whiny if you move an inch.

saying stuff like “quit moving, i’m trying to sleep” or “where are you going?” and just being an affectionate, grouchy baby

he’s laying in between your legs with his head on your chest in a comfortable silence, the moonlight being the only source of illumination in the room

you obviously want him to get some rest but not necessarily in his teammates house, so you have to convince him to go back home;

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“hey, rinnieee..you awake, love?” you tease with a giggle, still carding your fingers through his hair

“yeah..” he grumbles

“you wanna go back home?”

“no..wanna stay with you more..’m tired…” his words slurring with each coming second. he sinks his face deeper into your chest as his grip tightens, as if you’d actually leave without him

you don’t even try to hide the large smile on your face, he was so soft like this! just like putty in your hands that melted more with each touch. his head tilted upwards towards your exposed shoulder, leaving kisses all over. not necessarily marks, just soft touches that led up your neck

he travels his way to your face, his elbow propping him up while his free hand cupped your cheek. sweet, quiet giggles escaped your lips with each kiss he gave you, causing his heart to soar. (he LOVES your laugh and your smile like he’d kill for it)

it was rare for rin to have such a beautiful smile on his face, paired with the song of his laughter. giggles filled the bedroom, you leaning against the headboard of the bed and rin still on top of you. the moonlight highlighted his frame perfectly and you just sat there, staring at your boyfriends pretty face for a second before speaking up,

“you’re really pretty, you know that?” you cupped his face, nudging your foreheads together, both still giggling like teenagers. of course, you had always given rin these compliments, but it seemed that he only let them affect him like this when in such a vulnerable, drunken state.

at this point, rin was drunk on many things; alcohol, sleepiness, kisses, love.

you pulled him in for another kiss, this one lasting longer, with more passion. his emotions and the alcohol seem to have gotten to him in that moment, pulling away with a sleepy smile only to collapse back onto your shoulder.

more kisses were smeared on your collar bone, incoherent mumbles leaving his lips, “god i love you”

“i love too, my rinnie. now, as much as i adore you kissing me like this, i think it’s time we go home, yeah?” you suggest, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

silence.

.

.

.

“5 more minutes..”

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soon enough, you managed to drag him out of the party and say your goodbyes

you drove home, obviously

and just like that, the whiny, clingy itoshi rin was back, begging you to just come to bed

at this point, he was just getting grumpy. all tired and wanting his love in his arms :(

soon enough, your nightly routine was finished and boy did he hold you TIGHT

though, the evening came and went and the dreaded hangover had finally begun

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beams of sunlight peaked through the window blinds, casting its rays on your boyfriends cute face. you pulled away a bit to take in his sleeping form; cheek smooshed against his pillow with dark bangs scattered across his face. the lack of warmth on his chest caused rin to instinctively pull you closed to him, shoving your face onto his collarbone.

a giggle bubbles in your chest, leaving light kisses on the strikers chest. minutes passed and he woke up, inhaling sharply with a rugged groan. rin buried his face deeper into your neck as an attempt to shield away from the sunlight, but unfortunately, his headache was there to stay.

“ughh. stupid isagi. stupid headache. ‘ts all..lukewarm nd stupid.” he was rambling, trying to distract himself from the throbbing of his head.

“weren’t you the one that agreed?” you teased, a giggle flowing out of your mouth.

silence.

“he shouldn’t have asked in the first place.” he grumbled back, clearly not wanting to accept that he’s in the wrong

“mhmm right, alright well let’s cure that hangover of yours, hm?” you shifted out of his grasp to get a painkiller and some water

warm, lithe fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling you back into bed. “wait…..don’t..don’t leave yet” his eyes shifted with embarrassment, pulling the blanket closer to him.

“wh- huh? rin, babe, im just going to get you some painkillers so your headache won’t bother you” you laugh out, a curious look painting your face

“yeah well…do that later. i can deal with it for a bit longer” his grip tightened around your waist, warm cheeks flush against your collarbone

and so that’s how you spent a good chunk of your morning, until he started groaning and complaining and finally let you get him some medicine

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you obviously tease him about this for AT LEAST a week, because he’s your darling boyfriend and you have to

but, he’d never have it any other way <3

AHHH IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR SOFT RIN ITS NOT OKAYYY

this is very out of character but it warms my soul so just go with it. i hope this is good bc i wrote it while i was supposed to be doing homework LOLL

imma be honest, i really hate this but i wanted to publish SOMETHING so yeah don’t hate me for this guys i need advice

written by lunaviee feb 2023, do not repost, copy, or translate any of my works.

[parkerpeter24]

We need the date with pool instructor!Peter Parker

since you asked in bold-

pairing ➳ swim instructor!peter parker x reader

warnings ➳ slightly nsfw towards the end. making out and regular date stuff.

masterlist

“what have you got there?” you pointed behind his back but it was clearly evident that he was hiding a bouquet of flowers.

he finally brought it in between the two of you, standing at your doorstep, “i didn’t know which ones you like, so i got some of the most popular ones.” he chuckled nervously, handing you the mosaic of flowers.

you admired the roses, lilies, orchids and tulips, smiling wide as you took the bouquet from his hands, “i love them.”

you and peter had hung around the pool earlier in the morning but he told you that he wanted to take you out on a proper first date. so he suggested dinner and the boy was not even a second late.

as soon as the clock struck 7, he was there at your door, knocking and handing you these flowers.

the two of you made your way to the place he’d chosen for dinner, telling you about how it was his favorite place and the reason behind it.

“this was my uncle’s favorite place too.” you could tell by the way he smiled, so reminiscent, that it was a distant memory of his.

“it sounds great already.” you smiled, linking your arm with his as you walked, the place being just two blocks away from your place and all, “do you have a favorite?”

“oh, the chocolate truffle there is to die for!” you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at his remark.

“so do you suggest we have that for dinner?”

“um, duh.”

dinner couldn’t have gone better. in fact, at one point you concluded it was the best dinner of your life. you got to know peter so much better. he was so much more than just the hot swimmer you knew from community pool who had once held onto your waist to teach you kicking. he was so much different from than any man you’ve ever met. so much better.

he told you about his school life and even though he didn’t highlight much, you could tell he was very good at everything he did. you got to know about his passion for science and that he was an assistant teacher of chemistry at esu just a year ago.

“how did i even score a date with you.” you wondered out loud, making him laugh.

he shrugged, “i’m honestly wondering the same thing.” you caught a hue of pink over his cheeks as he leaned forward, “it feels like i’ve been the only one talking all this time.”

“i don’t mind.” you flashed him a smile.

“no! you should tell me more about you.” he insisted.

and so you did. you told him about your likes and dislikes, about your favorite music and foods, about your only best friend who was there for you through thick and thin, about the good birthdays and the bad ones, about small things that you recalled from the past. and peter listened throughout, making you laugh with his reactions every once in a while.

“you were right. those were some good truffles.” you sighed.

the two of you found yourselves walking back to your place as the night wind drifted past you, making your hair flow with it. peter’s hand was in yours now as you leaned more towards him.

“told you.” he smirked, “i can never go wrong with a good dessert. that’s my superpower.” he chuckled.

“you seem to have a lot of them.” you smirked right back at him, watching as his face suddenly morphed into confusion.

“n-no. just the one, actually... that’s all i got.” you thought you were getting better at reading the brunette but his nervous laugh confused you a little.

“i meant to say that you’re really good in swimming, and you’re kind of smart at an inhumane level from what i heard, so...” you trailed off, letting out a chuckle to ease the situation a little more.

“oh.” he let out a breath of air, “right.”

in less than a minute, the two of you were climbing the strairs of your apartment building. your apartment was just on the second floor, thus, you opted for them.

after leaving you to your door, peter stood with his arms behind his back, right where he had been about two hours ago. the night seemed to have ended way too soon but you didn’t know if it was okay to invite him in.

“can you-”

“could i-”

both of you decided to speak at the same time, making the other one stop suddenly.

“you go.” peter chuckled softly.

“would you... would you like to stay? for a while, you know.” you gave him a small shrug, “we could watch a movie or...”

there was a slight pause as his eyes trailed over your lips as they moved. he responded with a nod of his head.

and in the blink of an eye you were pushing open your door, just to drag him along you inside the place by the collar of his flannel. his lips were on yours and hands placed on either side of your waist– this time for a better purpose. you just hoped your place wasn’t as big of a mess but your thoughts blurred as his frame pushed you against the wooden door, it making a sound as it locked in place.

peter’s hands were doing all the good things, setting your skin on fire as they trailed down to your hips, pulling your legs to wrap around his slim waist. your arms snaked around his shoulders as you tilted your head, only deepening the kiss that you started.

his teeth bit onto your lower lip and his tongue followed to soothe the blissful ache. you parted your lips further, tangling your tongue with his. a battle of tongues, only for peter to back off and let you take control. you both knew he was way too stronger than you.

your hand ran down the length of his arm, feeling the taut muscles of his biceps before. a slight squeeze from your hand as you wrapped it around his wrist and peter knew what to do.

he pulled you along with him, gracefully carrying you with him as he tried to find his way to your bedroom.

you pointed at the room in one of the corner and peter followed suit as your lips attached to the skin of his jaw. you trailed small kisses along his jawline, until they weren’t small anymore. you bit onto his skin, soothing the bite with your tongue just like peter had done earlier.

peter was quick to wrap his right arm around you, supporting you up as his left hand got busy with opening your bedroom door, walking inside before he kicked the door shut.

it was more than safe to say that the truffle wasn’t the best thing you were having tonight.

[vintageshanny]

Get Your Belt Unloose

This is a smutty little one-shot because I’m obsessed with how sexy he looks in a jumpsuit with no belt. (And you know me - I had to add in a little fluff at the end). Thank you @lookingforrainbows for inspiring me with this picture. ❤️

Content: Elvis On Tour-era (or honestly whatever year you want to picture) backstage hanky panky, 18+

“What’s your name, honey?” The words dripped off Elvis’ tongue as he wiped a sweaty lock of hair off his forehead. He blinked a couple times, his eyes still trying to adjust after an hour of staring into blinding spotlights and flashbulbs.

“Hi Mr. Presley, my name is Sherry. I’m covering your concert for the local newspaper, and I just have a couple questions for you.” The curvy brunette standing before him in a houndstooth dress started rattling off her rehearsed monologue.

“Well, I might have a couple answers for ya honey, but only if ya call me Elvis. That okay, Sherry baby?” Elvis laughed at his own joke and broke into song. “Sherry, Sherry baby! Anyone ever sing that to ya?”

Sherry smiled and bit down on her lower lip. He was so adorably pleased with himself that she didn’t have the heart to tell him that this was the most popular response when she shared her name. Darn those Four Seasons.

“Well, no one as handsome and charming as you.” The flirtatious tone surprised even her. She had been dying to meet Elvis, but her initial plan was to keep things professional until the interview was over, then she would just thank him for, y’know, being himself. She hoped the right words would come in the moment.

Elvis’ smile grew wider as he put his hand on the small of her back and beckoned to a small private room off the busy backstage hallway. “Let’s go somewhere a little quieter so you can ask me those questions.”

“Do you ever get nervous?” Sherry asked as Elvis closed the door behind them. “Nervous to perform I mean?” She tried her best not to focus on a little bead of sweat that had formed in his gray-flecked sideburn and was currently rolling down his neck toward his fuzzy chest.

“Oh yeah, I get nervous all the time. Stage fright I guess they call it. I-I-I mean, I do this all the time, y’know? B-b-but my fans, this could be their only show, so I wanna make sure it’s as perfect as it can be. Y’know what I mean, honey?”

“Definitely.” As she scribbled in her notebook, Sherry’s eyes drifted down to where Elvis’ long fingers deftly unfastened his belt, and she knew all her hopes of professionalism were out the window.

“Ooh boy, that starts ta pinch a lil bit by the end of the night,” he announced, letting out a sigh of relief at the feeling of freedom. “I guess I mighta gained a couple pounds since the last tour.” He hoped his self-deprecating chuckle would cover the very real insecurity, but the way Sherry licked her lips as her eyes stayed glued to his lower half let him know he had nothing to worry about.

“I think you look great!” The fabric of his jumpsuit seemed to mold to every contour of his body, highlighting the creases where his thighs joined to his groin. Without the belt, it was clear that the tiny pooch below his waistline led down to some sort of treasure, the soft bulge impossible to ignore. Something about the erotic nature of the visual summoned a supernatural courage in Sherry. “You don’t have to stop with the belt, y’know.” She relished in the pink hue that overtook Elvis’ complexion as a surprised little smirk spread across his lips.

“Ya always conduct your interviews like this, honey? It’s mighty unprofessional of ya.” He winked to let her know he really didn’t mind if she continued.

Sherry smiled back as she set down her notebook and took a step closer. “There’s a time and place to be professional.” She reached her hand up, letting his sweaty chest hairs tickle the backs of her fingers as she slowly pulled his zipper down as low as it would go, a few inches south of his belly button, most of his white briefs now exposed to her, the bulge inside them more prominent now.

“Wh-what’d ya have in mind for this time and place?” Elvis leaned down and pressed his lips softly against Sherry’s, his hands running down the sides of her breasts to her waist.

“Let me show you,” Sherry murmured into his mouth as she slipped her hand down inside the jumpsuit. Through his briefs, she felt the treasure she’d been searching for - something soft and thick and warm. He started to harden immediately as she rubbed her hand over him. Elvis’ lips parted in a soft moan, and Sherry took the opportunity to lean in and kiss him again, licking his tongue. “You taste sweet,” she whispered.

“Oh, Sherry baby, d-d-don’t tease me,” Elvis groaned. “T-t-touch me for real, honey.”

Sherry pulled open the waistband of his briefs and put her hand inside, wrapping her fingers around him and pumping up and down. She pressed her thumb gently against his tip, which was sticky with precum.

“Oh, goddammit,” Elvis groaned out, his head tilted back and his long graceful neck on display. Sherry leaned in, still pumping his dick, and kissed his neck, letting her teeth nip at him ever so lightly. Then she moved her lips down to where his jumpsuit was gaping open and gave his nipple a lick, sending a shiver through his body. Elvis tilted his head forward now, his eyes closed as he reached around and gripped her butt.

“Oh wow,” Sherry breathed out as she pulled his waistband out so she could get a better look at what she was handling. Between the vibrations of their heartbeats seeming to make the entire room spin and the sight of Elvis’ throbbing pink cock in her hand, Sherry thought she might orgasm right then and there, without even being touched. As if completely in tune with her desires, Elvis’ large warm hand slipped under her short dress and inside her panties, his fingers tracing over her dripping wet folds before penetrating her entrance. He pushed her legs open a little bit more so he could sink in deeper, hitting some magical spot inside of her.

“Oh, oh, Elvis,” Sherry moaned, clenching around his fingers, waves of pleasure making it difficult to even stand, much less keep up her rhythmic pumping inside his underwear.

“Damn, honey, ‘s like a faucet down there. Ya sure were ready for me, hmm?”

Sherry nodded and tried to focus her efforts back on him, her body still reeling from the intensity of the pleasure he gave her. She decided to just really go for it, her heart racing with nerves and desire. She pulled his underwear down in the front, completely exposing his hard dick and hanging balls.

“Aww honey ya ain’t g-g-gotta-” Elvis started to protest but could only watch with lust as she sank down on her knees in front of him, enveloping him in her mouth and gently massaging his balls. “Goddamn,” Elvis groaned and licked her arousal off his fingers as Sherry grabbed his butt and pulled him tighter against her, forcing him deeper into her mouth. She tried to keep her throat relaxed as he panted above her, his dick pulsing, shooting spurts of warm cum into her.

“That was some interview, honey. You’re a forward lil’ thing, ain’t ya?”

Sherry blushed at that and tried not to stare as Elvis tucked himself back in and zipped his jumpsuit halfway up, leaving part of his glistening chest exposed. “Not usually,” she admitted.

“Oh?” Elvis looked surprised. He was usually good at telling who the good girls were and who just wanted to say they’d had Elvis Presley. “This was special for today?”

“This was special for you. I mean, I don’t usually go around doing this, but I just really wanted to make you feel good.” Sherry felt silly trying to explain her feelings for a man she technically just met, but Elvis’ pleased grin calmed her.

“Believe it or not, honey, I don’t usually go around doin’ this either.”

“I do believe you,” Sherry responded with a smile of her own.

“Why’s that?” Elvis’ brow furrowed. Usually people acted shocked to hear he wasn’t with a different woman every night.

“The way you were trembling a little bit when I pulled your zipper down. You seemed almost as nervous as I was.”

“Well, what did I tell ya? Stage fright,” Elvis laughed. “I hope I made ya feel good too, baby.”

“You know you did,” Sherry laughed. “I don’t know if I’ve ever felt so good, to be honest,” she added with a blush. “What you might not know is that you make me feel good all the time.” Elvis looked at her quizzically, waiting for an explanation. “My life has been, well, very painful at times, and when I hear you sing, it makes me happy. I actually begged my editor for this assignment so I could tell you how much you mean to me. I didn’t necessarily intend to throw myself at you, but you’re kind of irresistible,” she finished with an embarrassed little smile.

“Wow, honey, that’s real sweet of ya ta say.” Elvis blinked before a tear could roll down his cheek. “You don’t know how much it means ta hear ya say all that. Maybe now we’re even with makin’ each other feel good.”

“Elvis, I could touch you and, um, uh, kiss you like that every day and it would never be enough to make us even. You deserve…everything,” Sherry whispered, a blush spreading over her face.

“Hmm,” Elvis pondered. “Every day? Ya think ya’d have the energy for that?”

Sherry giggled and gave him a playful shove. “I’d do anything for you.”

Elvis smiled a sweet crooked grin. “Well, let’s say I need ya ta make me feel good again. How do I go about findin’ ya?”

Sherry grabbed her long-forgotten notebook and scribbled down her name and phone number.

“What’re ya gonna write about me in your article?” Elvis asked as they headed back into the hallway.

“The truth. That watching you perform was the best night of my life. And you’d do anything to please your fans.” Sherry gave a little wink to make sure her innuendo wouldn’t be lost. Elvis laughed and pulled her in for a deep kiss.

As they parted ways, Sherry didn’t know if she’d ever see him like this again, but she did know that this memory would last a lifetime.

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Dinner With Havoc

It’s another late night. Riza Hawkeye is sitting on Roy Mustang’s living room couch, translating a coded letter onto a piece of paper that she knows will be burnt later on with a ballpoint pen. The lamp sat on the end table beside her bathes the living room in a warm, amber glow, casting long shadows over the stacks of documents cluttering the glass coffee table in front of her.

“I just ordered takeout from Panda House,” Roy calls out, his voice carrying from the kitchen. His head pops through the doorway so he can look at her, a small smile on his face. Riza opens her mouth to ask if he’d remembered her order. Before she can so much as speak, Roy continues. “Don’t worry, Lieutenant, I know your order. They said it’ll be here in twenty minutes.”

Riza lets out a quiet sigh, her pen pausing mid-stroke. 

‘He knows my order. Of course he does.’ 

Every so often, Roy asks her to join him at his house to catch up on paperwork, decode urgent letters, or plan for missions. Part of her wants to believe it’s an excuse for them to spend time together, but he’s never said or done anything to suggest that. Riza knows better than to assume- especially with Roy.

“Right,” She responds, and then clears her throat. “Thank you, sir.”

Roy pops back into the kitchen to finish making them a pot of coffee to share. 

Riza stays on the middle of the living room couch. In front of her is Roy’s glass coffee table, lined with stacks of papers. Most of them are letters from Maes, that of which are in code. Riza’s here to help Roy decode them faster- just in case they have some sort of urgent information. 

Roy reappears in the living room with a mug of coffee in each hand. His is in the red cup, loaded with milk and sugar. Hers is in the blue cup, straight black, just how she likes it. He gently pushes the mug into her hands and sits down next to her. There’s one cushion in the middle, the only thing keeping them separate. Riza wonders if he wants to close the distance between them as much as she does- if he wishes the couch were just a little smaller to allow for a brush of their shoulders or a bump of their knees.

Riza doesn’t know how long she’s been in love with Roy. Maybe it’s always been that way. Her feelings for him are like a fact of life. When they were young, she was drowning in keeping up with her father’s care- when they were older, they were in a war- and now- well, now they’re too fucked up for Riza to know how to handle the overgrown mess that is their relationship. Maybe he returns her feelings, that much is possible, but even if he does, he’s too damn stubborn to say anything. 

This is exhausting. The warm glow of the lamp Roy has turned on highlights his stupidly sharp, beautiful cheekbones and the different shades of black and brown in his raven hair. He’s wearing a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The top buttons are undone and his collar is crooked.

It feels… Intimate. Far more intimate than what’s appropriate between a colonel and his lieutenant. They’re here, alone in Roy’s house, about to eat takeout together, both of them out of uniform and sitting on his couch in arguably romantic lighting. 

“I appreciate your help,” Roy speaks between sips of his coffee. “Really.”

“It’s my job, sir,” Riza cooly answers as she takes a drink of her own coffee. She sets the cup down on the corner of the table and continues translating Maes’ coded letters. “It’s no problem.”

“Still. Coming to my house to do extra work isn’t part of your job description and… Well, I appreciate everything you do. I just want you to know that. Honestly, if I were you, I’d be tired by now.”

Riza struggles to continue, her pen hovering over the page. Her chest tightens as she processes his words. He always manages to say just enough to make her hope for more but never enough to make her believe it’ll actually happen. 

“I’m used to it,” She finally says. “There’s always work to be done.”

When the takeout arrives, they eat together in silence. Riza swears that she feels Roy staring at her, but when she looks at him to meet his gaze, he’s staring down at his food. 

It must just be her imagination. It always is.

By the time they finish the last of Maes’ letters, it’s nearing midnight. Roy leans back on the couch, letting out a sigh as he surveys the completed stack of translated letters. 

“I couldn’t have done this without you,” He says, his voice laced with gratitude.

“It’s part of my job,” Riza repeats the words, thinking that if she says them enough, the truth will cease to bother her. 

As she gathers her things and prepares to leave, Roy follows her to the door. 

“Drive safely, lieutenant.”

“Of course, sir,” She replies before stepping out into the cool night’s air.

As Riza walks to her car, she feels the weight of the evening- and every other evening like it- settle over her. She’s tired, so incredibly tired of wanting, and loving, and waiting for something that might never come. She doesn’t blame him, not really. They’ve both seen too much, done too much, to believe they deserve each other, even if he does return her feelings. Still, the ache is there, deep and unrelenting.

When she slides into the driver’s seat, she grips the steering wheel tightly, staring out at the darkened street. 

‘This can’t go on forever,’ She tells herself. 

Tomorrow, she decides, will be different. It has to be.

~

Jean Havoc has come to the conclusion that his job is becoming exhausting. Not because of the job itself, but because of the ongoing spectacle of Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye pining after each other.

At first, it was endearing. Now, it’s just painful. Watching two people who are so obviously in love refuse to admit it is like enduring a slow, never-ending soap opera.

“They’re exhausting, aren’t they?” Havoc murmurs, his gaze fixed on Roy and Riza through the glass window of the colonel’s office.

Riza stands at Roy’s desk, her expression stoic, while Roy- clearly smitten- stares at her with a dopey smile.

Breda, Fuery, and Falman stand beside Havoc, all watching the scene unfold. Their lunch break has just ended, and while Havoc was about to return to the office to work, he is now too distracted by the mushy scene in front of him to do so.

Interrupting feels wrong, anyway. What’s going on in there is… Intimate. Really, they shouldn’t even be seeing it. 

“Yeah, it’s painful to watch,” Breda answers while placing a hand on his hip. 

“Maybe they’re dating and keeping it a secret,” Falman weighs in, and though Havoc would like to think that’s true, he knows that it’s not. “It’s none of our business.”

Havoc has had enough crushes to know when other people are experiencing it. What Hawkeye and Mustang have is not an actual relationship, it’s blatantly obvious mutual pining with a dash of unresolved romantic tension. 

“They’re not,” Havoc takes a cigarette out of the pack in his front pocket, puts it between his lips, and lights it. “Trust me, I can tell.”

“How do you know for sure?” Fuery asks. 

“It’s the way he looks at her,” He explains. “Like she’s something he can’t have. And when he’s not paying attention to her, she looks at him the same way.”

“God, you’re cheesy,” Breda cringes. “So what, who cares? The colonel and his lieutenant have a crush on each other, it’s a tale as old as time. Fraternization laws are probably all that’s keeping them apart. They’re too smart to go for it.”

“I don’t know… They do a lot for us, wouldn’t it be nice to see them- well- happy together?” Fuery interjects. “Even if it’s not technically allowed…”

“Exactly. Just because none of us are in successful relationships doesn’t mean that they can’t be,” Havoc answers. “It’s not like they’re not accustomed to keeping secrets from the government by now.”

“Well, sure, but what they do in private really isn’t our business,” Falman sighs and crosses his arms as if he’s in deep thought. “There’s not much we can do to help them if they won���t communicate, is there?”

At that, Havoc smirks.

“Maybe there is something we can do. Colonel Mustang does seem like the jealous type, doesn’t he?”

~

The next day practically flies by for Riza. Normally, she might be irritated by the mountain of paperwork she showed up to, but today, she’s grateful for it. The constant keeps her hands and mind too occupied to linger on the night she spent with Roy Mustang and the emotions that resurfaced from it.

After her team’s lunch break, she slips into the staff lounge to refill her water bottle. To her relief, the room is empty. Solitude is rare here, and she’s grateful for the fact that she won’t have to force small talk with someone she doesn’t particularly care for. 

Riza moves to the cooler and fills her bottle, the soft trickle of water and the clicking from the analogue clock on the wall the only sounds in the room. But as she’s screwing the lid back on, the door creaks open behind her. She tenses, bracing herself to make polite conversation. Turning, she sees Jean Havoc step inside, his familiar grin already in place.

A sigh of relief falls from between her lips at the sight of him despite the nasty scent that comes from the cigarette held in his mouth.

“Havoc,” She greets with a faint nod, turning back to the cooler.

“Hey, Hawkeye,” He says as he makes a beeline for the cabinet near the water cooler. 

He retrieves a box of donuts Fuery had brought in earlier that morning, placing three of the frosted desserts onto a paper plate. 

Riza starts to head for the door, eager to return to her desk before anyone else comes in. Havoc’s voice stops her midstep.

“Hawkeye, wait,” There’s a note of urgency in his tone that makes her pause. She turns, raising an eyebrow at him. He continues. “We should go out on a date tonight. Just the two of us.”

Riza blinks. Of all the things she expected him to say, this wasn’t even in the realm of possibility. Though Havoc has had a perpetual string of failed dates, Riza was under the impression that he was interested in her best friend, Rebecca Catalina.

“Excuse me?” She asks, unsure if she heard him right.

Maybe staying up with the colonel to work is having some negative effects on her brain… She really should be sleeping more.

“As friends,” He quickly clarifies, much to Riza’s relief. “I know about the fraternization laws and all that. I just figured, well, you work so hard, and it doesn’t seem like you get a chance to go out much.”

Riza isn’t sure whether to be flattered by his thoughtfulness or annoyed that he’s apparently taken notice of her lack of a social life. Part of her suspects that he’s up to something if the way he won’t look her in the eye is anything to go by, but… What could he possibly be up to that involves a friendly date?

“Oh,” Riza says. 

It’s not the first time someone at work has asked her out, but those invitations always seemed romantic, and she always turned them down. This, however, feels different. Not bad, per say, just different.

“We could both dress up,” Havoc suggests with an enthusiastic grin. He takes his cigarette out of his mouth with his spare hand and burns it out in a nearby ashtray. “Go to that steakhouse on Main Street. You know, the fancy one with the valet? We’ll order some expensive wine, maybe even dessert if we’re feeling frisky. It’ll be great!”

For a moment, Riza allows herself to imagine it; the cool glow of the restaurant, the valet parking her car for her, drinking something that isn’t plain water or coffee, and the rare luxury of an evening that isn’t tied to training or obligation or Roy. She’s driven past that restaurant countless times on her way home from Roy’s house, always wondering what it would be like to step inside but knowing that no one would ever be able to take her because of her duty to watch Roy’s back.

Alas, the reality of her life quickly sets in. Dinners like that aren’t cheap, and she lives frugally on the off chance that her and Roy’s plan to make him fuhrer goes wrong and they have to escape the country on short notice. 

“As much as I appreciate the invitation, I can’t justify spending that kind of money so last minute on-”

“It’s my treat,” Havoc interjects before Riza can even finish the thought.

Riza hesitates. There’s something disarming about Havoc, something that makes it difficult to say no to him, just like the rest of Team Mustang. 

“Very well, then,” She finally agrees, a small smile tugging at her lips. “What time should we meet at the restaurant?”

“How about six?” Havoc suggests.

“Six it is,” Riza agrees and turns to the door once again. “Now, let’s get back to work. The last thing I want is to cancel our date because I’m picking up your unfinished assignments.”

Havoc chuckles, trailing behind her as they leave the lounge. 

“I’ll make sure my desk is spotless, lieutenant. Wouldn’t want to ruin our big night.”

As they part ways, Riza can’t help but smile to herself. She doesn’t know if tonight will be as ‘great’ as Havoc insists, but at this rate, anything is better than spending another night the way she usually does.

~

Later that day, Riza is left behind in the office with Roy. It’s quiet and dull, with Roy sitting at his desk pretending to do paperwork, and Riza actually doing work. He seems distracted. She’s not sure why and knows better than to ask.

The others, as per usual, filtered out a few minutes ago.

“Lieutenant, I need you to carpool home with me,” Roy says, breaking the silence. “I’ve got a mission report from the Elrics that I need help deciphering. They’ve gone and turned another town on its head. If what Fullmetal has written is to be believed, I’ll need your help cleaning up after him… Again.”

Riza pauses, her hands gripping the report held within them a little tighter. He always assumes she’s free, as if her life exists only to orbit his whims. As annoying as it is, she can’t deny there’s some truth to it- most nights, anyway. When she agreed to watch his back, she agreed to devote her life to helping him always. Yet, she can’t help but feel… Frustrated. Greedy. She wants more than he’s willing to give and she’s tired of it. It’s more her fault than his, for getting her hopes up, but she’s getting tired of spending all of her time and energy chasing after him.

Tonight is going to be different. Tonight, she’s going to do something different; go out, eat a wonderful dinner, spend time with her comrade, and leave Roy and any thoughts of him behind in this dusty office. 

“Unless that’s a direct order, I’m afraid I won’t be able to join you, sir.”

The words are barely out of her mouth before guilt tugs at her chest. She’s not used to telling him no. She only has a few friends- Team Mustang and Rebecca Catalina. She doesn’t date because of her marred back. She doesn’t have any hobbies that don’t revolve around work or Black Hayate. Most of the time, it doesn’t feel like she deserves to do anything for herself, so she easily goes along with Roy’s requests to see her after hours to work on God knows what. 

Roy looks up from his desk. 

“Really? You can’t?” He leans back in his chair, studying Riza as if her refusal is some kind of puzzle he can’t solve. “Why not?”

Riza straightens the crooked books on the nearby shelf to make herself seem busy. Her mind races. A part of her wants to lie, to avoid the truth entirely. But then again, what’s the harm in what she’s doing? Roy doesn’t meddle in her personal life- at least not publicly- and a small, spiteful corner of Riza’s mind wonders if maybe, just maybe, the truth will make him get the wrong idea… If it’ll make him jealous. Even just a little.

“Havoc and I have dinner plans at six,” She explains while moving on to pick up a miniscule piece of trash- anything to keep from having to look Roy in the eye while she does this. “Maybe this could wait until tomorrow?”

For a moment, there’s silence- thick, loaded silence. When Riza finally dares to look at Roy from her peripheral, his eyebrow is raised.

“You’re going out to dinner,” He repeats, as if the concept is completely foreign to him. “With Havoc.”

“Yes, sir,” Riza answers.

Roy leans forward, resting his elbows on the desk. His voice shifts- quieter, now, and full of a baffled sort of disbelief that offends Riza on Havoc’s behalf. “Alone?”

The question hangs in the air between them. Awkward. Silent. Almost as if he doesn’t believe it at all- as if it’s some sort of fucked up joke she’s playing- as if he expects her to say ‘gotcha’ and for them both to laugh. Of course, the gotcha moment never comes. “Yes. Alone.”

“As in, no one else will be there? No Fuery, no Breda, no Falman? Not even Catalina? I thought he was into her.”

“Precisely, sir.”

Roy tilts his head slightly, his dark eyes narrowing just enough to suggest he’s trying to decide whether or not he believes her- because, apparently, her going to dinner with Havoc is just that ridiculous of an idea to him. 

“Alright, then,” He says after a moment, though his voice doesn’t portray any of the nonchalance he’s clearly aiming for. “Tomorrow, then. We can go over the report first thing tomorrow morning.”

“That works for me,” Riza says, but she can feel the tension between them. Her gaze flickers to the clock. Her shift ended five minutes ago. Thank God. “It’s past five. I should go, if that’s alright with you, sir. I need to get ready.”

Roy nods. His eyes still haven’t left her face. 

“Drive safely, lieutenant.”

“Yes, sir.” 

She pauses, momentarily. There’s something unspoken in his gaze, something that lingers even as she steps toward the door. He’s still looking at her- she can feel it. His eyes pierce through her, enough so that Riza wonders if he knows part of the reason she’s telling him any of this is to make him jealous. But he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t object, nor does he question her any further. It’s not his place to do so. They both know that. So, Riza leaves, her steel-toed boots clicking against the polished floors of eastern headquarters as she does. 

With every step that she takes through the hallway, she grows heavier with a mixture of regret and anger that pools in her stomach like tar. She shouldn’t have told him. She should’ve just gone on the dinner date with Havoc and returned to work the next morning like nothing had happened. Instead, she’s gone and made it convoluted by making Roy think that her and Havoc are going on an actual date…

Outside, the cold air bites at Riza cheeks, but it does little to quell the heat rising in her chest. As she walks toward her car, she finds herself glancing back, half-hoping, half-dreading that Roy might come after her.

He doesn’t.

~

Rebecca comes to do Riza’s makeup for her despite the short notice. Riza has never been very good at doing it by herself, as independent as she is. She sits on her living room couch with Rebecca across from her, smearing a pale, cool cream on her face with a teardrop-shaped sponge. 

It’s almost six o’clock. Riza is both grateful that Rebecca lives nearby and grateful that instead of laughing or making fun of her, she happily agreed and drove straight over upon receiving Riza’s call. 

“I didn’t know you were into Havoc,” Rebecca starts as she finishes blending the foundation and concealer, putting them away before grabbing a tube of lipstick. It’s a deep, dark, unnatural red that Riza wouldn’t normally choose for herself, but Rebecca insisted it would complement the dark green dress she did choose- mostly because it’s the only formal dress she owns that suits the chilly winter weather. “Can’t believe I’ve known you for this long and never figured it out. To be honest, I thought you were still into that colonel of yours.”

“I’m not into Havoc, and this isn’t a date,” Riza clarifies, and then puckers her lips so that Rebecca can apply lip liner, followed by the dark red lipstick.

She doesn’t bother addressing the accusation regarding Roy, because truth be told, she is still very much into the colonel. 

“Right, because a man offering to take you out to the nicest restaurant in town with just the two of you doesn’t seem like a date at all.”

“I know, I know,” Riza replies, a bit flustered. Rebecca is right- if Havoc hadn’t stated his intentions, Riza would think the same thing. Guilt gnaws at her when she remembers that she probably led Roy to believe it was a date as well. “But he told me it wasn’t a date, just a friendly outing. If anything… He’s probably taking me out so I’ll put in a good word to you.”

“That wouldn’t surprise me,” Rebecca sighs and puts the lip makeup away in favor of an eyebrow pencil that she aggressively drags across Riza’s eyebrows. “So, what does your colonel think of this ‘not date’, then? Or did you not tell him because you knew he wouldn’t like it?”

“This doesn’t have anything to do with him,” Riza argues. She shuts her eyes so that Rebecca can put on eyeliner, dark green eyeshadow, and mascara without her ruining it by flinching. “And to be honest… I don’t know what he thinks. I didn’t tell him the details, just that Havoc and I were going out alone tonight.”

“Trying to make him jealous, huh?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Riza sighs. “Whatever I feel, whatever he feels, none of it matters. He acted sort of weird about it when I told him, like he was surprised, but… He made no attempt to stop me.”

“Don’t be so pessimistic. You don’t sound like the intelligent, observant, practical Riza that I know,” Rebecca lightly scolds while applying some setting spray to keep the makeup in place. “The Riza that I know would be smart enough to see how he looks at you. Why don’t you just say something?”

“And get rejected? Even if he returns my feelings, it would be stupid for us to be in a relationship. The fraternization laws exist for a reason.”

“Riza, life is too short in our profession to keep everything bottled up the way you two do. Either of you could die tomorrow. Maybe… Maybe one day, you’ll get tired of waiting for him to make the first move.”

“What if I already am?” Riza frowns. Rebecca blinks and stares at Riza with shock lacing her expression. It’s clear that she doesn’t know what to say. Riza doesn’t expect her to know how to fix this when she herself has no idea. “...Never mind. Thank you for coming to do this on such short notice. I should finish getting ready and get out of here before I end up being late.”

“Of course. I’ll head back to my place, then,” Rebecca stands up and packs the makeup away before heading to the front door. She opens the door, turning back to look at Riza. “And Riza?”

“Yes?”

“You’re too hot for either of them, anyway. If things don’t work out with Roy, we can go on a date next time!”

“Thanks,” She chuckles. “I may have to take you up on that.”

“Have fun- but not too much fun- okay?”

“I’ll try my best.”

With that, Rebecca exits the apartment, leaving Riza to give herself a once over in the mirror. 

What an unusual day…

~

The cold wind blows Riza’s perfectly curled hair out of place as she steps out of her car, adjusting the front of her dress. She rarely dresses in anything that’s not her military uniform or a t-shirt with cargo pants, but tonight is an exception, one she’s still not entirely sure about. 

Across the parking lot and a few feet away from the front door of the steakhouse, Jean Havoc waits, leaning back against the brick wall. He’s dressed in a neatly pressed suit with a dark blue tie. He has a cigarette tucked behind one ear and a grin on his face as Riza approaches him.

“Looking sharp,” He compliments easily, to which Riza smiles.

“I could say the same to you.”

“Well, I’m glad we could hang out,” He says before walking towards the door and holding it open for her. “Shall we?”

Riza nods, walking past Havoc and into the restaurant. He follows close behind. Inside, the warm, muted lighting casts a soft glow over the polished wood and white tablecloths. The low hum of conversation mingles with the smooth tones of a classical music band playing in the corner. It feels a world away from the stark, utilitarian atmosphere of the building that they spend their days working at.

The hostess escorts them to a small table near the window. Havoc pulls out a chair for her, and though Riza rolls her eyes, she takes the seat.

“This is definitely… Different,” She says, glancing around the elegant dining room.

She feels somewhat uncomfortable at a place like this, wondering if the knee-length satin dress she wore is appropriate, if her hair still looks decent despite the wind outside, if her makeup is smudged. Riza isn’t normally one to care about such superficial things, but she also isn’t normally at the nicest restaurant in town. Having grown up with very little money and going into the military as soon as she was old enough, she never got to experience things like this. To this day, she’s unsure of the proper etiquette, of the dress code, of whether or not she should even exist in a restaurant like this one. 

“Different’s the point,” Havoc replies, dropping into the chair across from her. If he can sense Riza’s unease, he’s kind enough not to mention it. “No paperwork, no mission reports, no Mustang. Just good food and good company.”

The mention of Roy makes Riza circle back to the colonel, as much as she wanted to avoid thinking about her predicament during her and Havoc’s dinner. She doesn’t know what he’s doing right now. Maybe he’s sitting peacefully at his home, working without her, already over her refusal to spend the night going over mission reports with him. Maybe he’s lamenting the fact that Riza is out with Havoc right now instead of with him. Riza doesn’t know. Roy is a whirlwind of emotions and confusion and unpredictable chaos. 

When the waiter arrives, Havoc orders a bottle of red wine for their table without hesitation. 

“I hope that wasn’t too expensive,” Riza halfheartedly scolds as she stares down at the menus on the table.

All of the bottles of wine are on the pricier side, but some are worse than others. 

“Don’t worry about that,” Havoc dismisses her with a wave of his hand. “Tonight’s on me.”

As they wait for their drinks, Havoc begins recounting a string of his most recent dates, which were all either horrible on their own or ruined by the girls inevitably refusing a second date. By the time he gets to the one where he sneezed on his date’s dress from across the table at the same time that he spilled white wine on her, Riza finds herself struggling to contain her laughter.

“And then,” He says with a dramatic wave of his arm. “I tried to save it by saying, ‘at least it’s only chardonnay- it’s less noticeable’, as if she didn’t reek like a winery and have a fat glob of green snot on her sleeve. You can imagine how well that went. Hell, I was so embarrassed that I asked to get transferred to eastern headquarters so I’d never have to see her again. That’s how I ended up meeting you guys.”

Riza chuckles, shaking her head. 

“And I thought the colonel had bad luck with love,” She wistfully sighs, thinking back to the string of dates that Roy has been on over the years.

Most of them have only been for intel, but some of them have been genuine attempts for him to find love that have never worked out. He doesn’t talk about them, but Riza knows that he’s never been on a date with the same girl twice.

Almost as if on cue, she sees the hostess walk two people past their table. One, a tall, beautiful woman with short blond hair similar to Riza’s and dark eyes. They actually look quite along, the main difference being that the woman is wearing a backless dress, something Riza wouldn’t ever dream of. The skin on her back is blank and unblemished, a beautiful canvas framed by ruby red chiffon. 

The other, Riza immediately recognizes, even though she only sees the back of him as he walks by. Raven hair, broad shoulders, a familiar black coat and white scarf, and the waft of his cologne are enough to give Roy Mustang away. He looks over his shoulder, gazing at Riza and Havoc momentarily. His eyes widen when he sees them. He quickly looks away.

Roy and the woman are sat at their table by the hostess, across the restaurant from Riza and Havoc but not completely out of sight. Roy looks totally miserable. Riza isn’t sure if that makes her feel better or worse. Did he figure out that this is where Havoc had planned to take her and show up to disturb their dinner? Or is this a coincidence?

Havoc shamelessly looks behind him to see what’s captured Riza’s attention, his smile falling when he sees Colonel Mustang and his gorgeous date. Riza isn’t sure if this date is for intel or if it’s… An actual date. Either way, she doesn’t like it. The shock and disappointment is so potent that she can’t mask it, even when Havoc looks over at her. 

“You shouldn’t worry, y’know,” Havoc shrugs. Riza is curious about whether or not he’s picked up on what’s going on between her and Roy. He answers her question with his next statement. “He may be a bit of a bullheaded idiot, but he’s only got eyes for you. Any other guy would be thrilled to be on a date with that girl over there, but Mustang? He looks like he’s seconds away from using his alchemy to light himself on fire.”

Riza doesn’t know how to respond, but the words from Havoc are comforting enough that she’s able to will her gaze away from Roy and the woman he’s with- at least for now. 

When their wine arrives, Havoc pours them both a glass. Then, he lifts his from the table in a toast. 

“To escaping work, even if it’s just for one night! Maybe if we get drunk enough, we’ll have a good excuse to ditch come tomorrow morning,” He snickers.

Riza lifts her glass and clinks it lightly against his.

“To that.”

Their food arrives shortly after. The conversation turns into silence as they both dig into their food, both of them clearly starving from a day’s work with nothing but coffee, water, and Fuery’s morning donuts to sustain them. Riza does everything she can to avoid looking back at Roy, even when she swears she feels his charcoal eyes burning a hole through her and Havoc. 

By the time their plates are cleared, Riza feels something she hasn’t felt in weeks; at ease. There’s no weight pressing down on her shoulders, no lingering thoughts of work or the war or Roy to distract her from the present moment. She hadn’t realized just how much she needed this until now. She wishes she spent time with her friends more often. Seeing both Rebecca and Havoc today has lifted her spirits more than she thought it would. Maybe, she thinks, she could get the entirety of Team Mustang together soon for an outing.

The waiter returns, asking if they’d like dessert. Havoc immediately looks to Riza, raising an eyebrow. 

“What do you think? Need some cheesecake in your life? How about a creme brulee?”

She shakes her head, already stuffed full from the steak, mashed potatoes, glazed carrots, and wine. 

“I think I’ve had enough for one night.”

“Well, that just means we’ll have to come back again the next time one of us gets a fat paycheck,” Havoc grins as he flags the waiter down for the check. He grabs it before Riza can even think of protesting against it. “Don’t even try. I told you, I’ve got this.”

“I don’t usually let people pay for me,” Riza mutters in slight discomfort, and it’s true. Even when the colonel orders them takeout, she always pays him back for it. “Next time, it’ll be me covering the tab. Understood, Havoc?”

“Fine, fine, if you insist.”

Havoc quickly pays the tab and pushes all of the remaining dishes to the side of the table so that the waiter can grab them with ease. The two of them walk out of the restaurant, side by side. When they reach the parking lot, they stop. 

“Thanks for tonight, Havoc. I wish I had evenings like this more often.”

“You deserve more of them,” Havoc replies. He takes the cigarette from behind his ear, lights it, and places it between his lips. Smoke quickly billows into the cool night’s air. “And hey, if you ever need another night off, you know where to find me.”

Riza nods. 

“I might take you up on that.”

Havoc nudges her shoulder and shoots a wink in her direction.

“You better.”

With that, Riza returns to her car and starts the drive home. Again, she half-dreads, half-hopes that Roy will follow her- and again, he does no such thing. 

~

Riza goes into work early the next day. Though she enjoyed her evening with Havoc, by the time that she returned home and got into bed for the night, Roy was back on her mind. She found herself wondering how the rest of his miserable-looking date had gone, if he’d have rather been at his house with her eating Panda House and looking over mission reports. 

Guilt and anxiety well up in her chest as she enters the doors of his office. 

The blinds and curtains are pulled shut, shielding what Roy is doing from the outside world. With no light pouring into the small room, it’s mostly dark save the small amount of light that comes from the lamp on the corner of Roy’s desk. He’s sat on the edge of it with a stapled stack of papers in one gloved hand. 

Riza shuts the door behind her and approaches him.

“Good morning, sir,” She greets the colonel cordially, standing up straight beside him. His eyes stay trained on the paper, and she notices that the bags beneath them appear more prominent than usual. His hair is a mess, too. “What are you working on?”

“The mission report, remember?” He grumbles. “Look over it with me. I may have to have you make some calls to do damage control- those boys have really fucked shit up this time.”

“Of course, sir,” Riza agrees, not unfamiliar with having to work with Roy to fix the results of the Elrics’ antics.

They both stand there, staring at the front page of the report, but it’s clear that neither of them can really focus on it. A minute passes, and then two- long enough that both of them could’ve easily read the first page by now if they were paying attention. She checks the clock. It’ll be at least an hour before the rest of their team shows up for their shift. Dammit.

The room is so tense that Riza can barely breathe. When she glances over at Roy, he’s staring straight at her, and when she meets his eyes, he doesn’t bother pretending that he wasn’t.  

“How was your date last night?” Roy suddenly asks, much to Riza’s surprise.

Honestly, she suspected that going out with Havoc and not giving Roy the full picture before doing so might cause a temporary rift between them, but she never suspected that Roy would actually talk about it any more than they had the day prior.

“I don’t know, sir, how was yours?” Riza bites back before she can think better of it. She thinks back to Roy sitting with that girl who looked just like her, almost as if he was mocking Riza from across the restaurant. “You really seemed like you were enjoying yourself.”

“I hope you’re joking,” Roy scoffs and turns around to toss the mission report onto his desk.

“Not at all, sir,” Riza flatly replies. 

“Alright, lieutenant, you got back at me for holding you at an arm’s length and made me jealous,” Roy sarcastically congratulates her, slowly clapping his gloved hands. The agitated, exhaustion-laced gesture pisses Riza off to no end. She can’t believe that, after all these years, he’s finally communicating how he feels and… It’s like this. “You got what you wanted. Good job.”

“Oh, please. You’re far from right if you think what I wanted was for you to tear into me this morning,” Riza rolls her eyes and steps away from him. “You go through women like Havoc goes through cigarettes and you’re going to lose your shit because I hung out with him for one night?”

“You’re more dense than I ever would’ve thought you were if you can’t see the difference between what I do and what you did last night,” Roy pauses, unable to meet Riza’s fiery gaze, almost as if he’s reconsidering what he’s about to say. He speaks again, his voice quieter now. “None of those dates, with any of those women, were ever real. But last night, you and Havoc… You… I could tell you enjoyed yourself more than you’ve ever enjoyed spending time with me.”

The softly spoken confession is enough to somewhat quell the anger and resentment that threatens to spill out- at least for long enough for Riza to take a deep breath and re-evaluate the situation. She regrets not telling Roy about Havoc’s intentions in the first place. Seeing him jealous and hurt, while it confirms his true feelings for her, is less than ideal.

“That’s not true,” Riza sighs. “And Havoc and I… I should’ve told you yesterday, but him and I are friends. It wasn’t a date.”

“Why the hell didn’t you say that earlier?” Roy demands, wide-eyed.

“Well, forgive me, I didn’t expect you to show up at the restaurant we went to like some sort of stalker.”

“What, like I did it on purpose?” He stammers. His cheeks are red with what Riza assumes is embarrassment and frustration. “It was a total coincidence!”

“Yesterday when we talked, you didn’t have any plans and wanted me to come to your house to help you with a mission report. Then, when I have a dinner scheduled with Havoc, you miraculously have a date that you just so happen to show up with at the very restaurant that Havoc and I were eating at?”

“After you left work yesterday, I was trying to follow you out to stop you from going,” The admission makes Riza’s heart skip a beat. So, he’d tried to follow her after all… “But she stopped me as I was on my way out and asked me on a date. She’s Fuhrer Bradley’s new secretary and I thought I could get some useful intel from her. Her family owns that steakhouse, so that’s where we went.”

“You could’ve at least had the decency to look like you were having a good time. That poor girl.”

“You proved your point, alright?” Roy groans, now holding his head in his hands. 

“Prove a point? Is that what you think this is?” Riza raises her voice without realizing it.

“What else could it possibly be? You had to have done that to fuck with me, right?”

“Are we really going to talk about this? After all the time we’ve spent avoiding it, me going out with Havoc is what finally gets you to talk?”

“You never said anything, so you can’t act like-”

“As if it was my job and my job alone to be the one to say something about- about whatever this is?” Riza angrily paces around the office now, her steel-toed boots clomping heavily against the hard floors. Roy just stares at her, listening. “You clearly knew how I felt- you could’ve said something, too.”

“Do you think I enjoy this? This- this thing that’s been festering between us for God knows how long? Do you think I enjoy only being able to spend time with you when we’re here or at my house under the ruse of it being about work?” Roy stomps up to her and places a hand on her shoulder, effectively turning her around to make her face him. Upon seeing the tears welling up in his charcoal eyes, Riza softens. She wants to reach out to him, to pull him into the hug that they both so desperately need, but she hesitates. “I want a normal life with you, Riza. I want to do the things that normal people do, to be able to take you out like Havoc did last night. Do you know how terrifying that is?”

“Of course I do,” She answers, exasperated. “Being in love with you after everything we’ve been through is the most terrifying thing I’ve ever done!”

“You love me,” Roy says the words like he’s just had the breath knocked out of his lungs. “I love you, and you… Really love me?”

“I love you,” Riza confirms with a slight nod. “I’m in love with you.”

Before she can say anything else, Roy wraps his arms around Riza’s body. She melts into him, burying her face in his shoulder and letting out a shaky sigh of relief. All these years, everything they’ve done, have all been building up to this and it’s finally happening. 

After a few moments, Riza breaks away, afraid that someone will walk in and see their embrace. 

“Go on a date with me tonight, Riza,” Roy catches one of Riza’s hands within his own, holding it tight. His gloved thumb gently traces nervous shapes into the center of her palm. “No meeting up at my place in secret, no shitty Panda House takeout, no paperwork. Just a nice, normal date. It’s all I’ve ever wanted from you.”

Riza swallows, her heart fluttering in her chest. This scenario is one she’s fantasized about an embarrassing amount of times, but she never thought it would actually happen. Now that it is, she finds herself dumbfounded.

“What if-” She cuts herself off and looks off to the side to avoid Roy’s puppy dog eyes. “What if someone sees us? Your position is fragile. If someone sees us and says something-”

“We can go somewhere private. I’m done worrying about that shit- just look where it’s gotten us. So much wasted time.”

“Okay, then… How about a picnic at that lake a few miles south of here?” Riza proposes. “I walk Black Hayate there all the time. It’s usually pretty barren.”

At that, Roy smiles.

“I’ll start packing a basket when I get home. Pick you up at eight?”

Riza nods.

“I’ll see you then.”

~

A week later, Jean Havoc leans against the window of Roy Mustang’s office, looking in through the glass. His friends, Fuery, Falman, and Breda are by his side, watching along with him. 

“Hey, is it just me or is something… Different between them?” Fuery nervously asks while watching the scene that takes place within the confines of the office. “Do you think they’re okay?”

Havoc takes a long drag from his cigarette with a smirk taking over his face. Roy and Riza are there, with Roy sitting at his desk and Riza standing by his side. Instead of sneaking glances at each other when they think the other isn’t looking like they were just a week ago, they’re chatting happily about god knows what, practically beaming at each other. 

“You know, I swore something was off, but I thought I was just being paranoid,” Falman weighs in. “I’m glad someone else said something.”

“Yeah, I knew things were off when Colonel Mustang didn’t tear me a new asshole for spilling my coffee on his coat this morning,” Breda makes the observation with a somewhat uncomfortable expression as he places his hands on his hips and furrows his brow. Roy and Riza appear to be in their own little world, seemingly unaware of their subordinates gawking at them. “What do you think is wrong with him?”

“You know what I think?” Havoc starts. “I think my plan to get them together actually worked!”

“Your plan?” Falman questions, looking a little scared. “What do you mean ‘your plan’? Havoc, what did you do to them!?”

“Well, it’s sort of a long story, but after our little talk last week…”

[dizzyjelly]

Good Morning, Ellie Williams

Word Count: 2.4k

Part 2 here

Summary: You’ve liked Ellie for a while, and seeing her is the highlight of your day. But she doesn’t like you, in fact, sometimes she can’t stand you. After being fed up with all her tormenting one day, you flip out and have to deal with your school principal. After this, Ellie reveals her true feelings for you.

A/n: The idea of this fic actually came from a real-life experience I had, but it is not at all the same in this story lmao. I don’t really like the ending I gave this and I honestly wanna make a part 2 but I wanna know what you guys think before I start part 2. I’m working on 3 other fics rn and I think you guys are really going to like them!

It was your favorite part of the day. Not lunch or when the last bell rang, but seeing her. You’d liked her for a while now, so she was your favorite part of the day. And you knew you weren’t hers, for some reason, she just couldn’t seem to get along with you. But, despite that, you’d still greet her every morning. A frown would find its way to your lips if she was absent.

She never missed school unless she had to though. So, every morning like clockwork, you’d walk into your fourth-hour class and sit down. You’d put your bag underneath your desk and as you pulled in your chair you’d say,

“Good morning Ellie Williams.” With a smile, always with a smile.

Even if she didn’t like you all that much, she was kind enough to respond. Most of the time all you got was a nod and a hum, but sometimes you’d get more. You almost gasped the one time she said ‘good morning’ back to you. Not with a smile. But still, you were over the moon.

She never said good morning, instead she’d say ‘yeah’ or ‘hey’ or nothing at all. You tried not to, but you smiled from ear to ear for the rest of that class. Ellie noticed, and she felt good about making you smile. That was until she quickly reminded herself you two were not friends.

Today was like any other, you sipped on your water bottle as you walked into class. The bracelet you wore slid down your wrist since it was a size too big. You found your way to your chair and your bag was set neatly on the floor in no time.

“Good morning Ellie Williams.” You faced her with a smile.

She glanced up at you from her phone, squinting as if she was unsure about you.

“Hey.” She spoke dryly, clearly uninterested in you.

You sighed softly then pulled out your phone, scrolling mindlessly as you thought about the auburn haired girl sat beside you. Maybe one day she’d change, be nicer to you. Maybe she’d even smile at you.

“Your bracelet is too big.” She comments, you look over and see her eyes fixated on your bracelet.

“So?” You shrug, returning your attention to your phone.

“Whatever..” She rolls her eyes and then looks back at her phone.

Why was she looking at your bracelet anyways? Was she.. admiring you? It was weird of her to notice such a specific detail about you. And just yesterday she’d helped you clean up the contents of your pencil case after a spill. She was being nicer. Weird.

The next ten minutes of class were spent listening to your teacher explain today’s schedule. You guys were going to be working in the library, which you’d enjoy. The library at your school was pretty and it had great AC. The following ten minutes consisted of packing your things up and walking down to the library.

Once you got there your teacher told you to pick partners. You panicked. None of your friends were in this class, the only person you really knew was Ellie. But, much to your surprise, she looked your way. A head nod was her way of asking to be your partner. With a small sigh, you stood beside her and waited to receive your assignment.

After the teacher handed out your papers, you smiled at Ellie. She kind of just.. stared at you. You ignored this and started to read the instructions off the paper. Your assignment was to pick out a book you’ve read and do a report on it. All the information you needed was laid out in the rubric. You and Ellie now stood at a bookcase, pulling out random books and reading the titles.

“I don’t read.” She whispers to you after a few minutes.

“I figured, don’t worry, I read.” You shrugged with a chuckle.

“Ok..” She cleared her throat and just stood there awkwardly while you kept searching through books.

“These bookcases are so fuckin’ fancy..” You chuckled softly, “I bet if you pull the right book, a secret passage will open.” You joked, looking over at Ellie.

She chuckled. You looked over at her, and realized, she wasn’t laughing at your joke. She was laughing at you. At you. She sighed and looked away from you.

You pursed your lips into a thin line, not saying any more as you continued to look through books. You’d finally found one and then you and Ellie walked over to a nearby couch in the library, sitting down and taking out your papers. After a few minutes of you doing all the work, and Ellie just sitting and watching, she finally said something.

“I wasn’t trying to be a dick earlier. Sorry.” She whispers to you, your face goes red at her apology.

She is being too nice. What the hell.

“Why are you being so nice?” You whisper back, not even saying it’s ok because you were too focused on her attitude change.

“What do you mean? When am I not nice to you?” She asks back, as if she was friendly and kind all the time.

You turned to stare at her with a confused expression. She looked back with a similar one, and you realized she was being serious.

“Do you know how many times I’ve said good morning to you?” You ask, not giving her time to answer. “We’ve been in school 67 days, and I’ve told you good morning 65 times. Minus two days because you were out for the flu that one time. You have said good morning to me once.” You explained, Ellie was surprised.

Not only that you’d kept track of when she wasn’t in school, but your math was surprisingly good.

“I’m mean because I don’t tell you good morning?” She asks.

You sigh, clearly she didn’t get the point.

“Whatever. It doesn’t matter, let’s just get this over with..” You sighed, focusing back on your work.

Ellie nodded and didn’t say anything else, just watching you write with her hands rested in her lap. You worked silently as well, not bothering to try and make any kind of small talk. She’d either laugh at you again, or just be weird and nice.

As your teacher came by, Ellie tried to pretend she was doing something. Whrn your teacher asked if she was helping, you nodded and said ‘of course’ even though she’d done jackshit. It didn’t matter to you, and you weren’t interested in getting Ellie into any kind of trouble.

She smiled at you, but you just stared down at the paper. She sighed, sitting back and watching you work. Eventually class ended and it was time for lunch. You got up and slinged your bag over your shoulder. You made your way to the lunchroom and sat with your usual friends, taking your lunch out of your bag and unpacking it.

While you wouldn’t know it, Ellie watched you. She watched the way you threw your head back when you laughed, or how you  gasped with a smile at something your friends said. She smiled seeing you so happy. She’d realized she’d come to like you, maybe more than a friend. Definitely more than a friend.

As Ellie made this realization, she tried harder and harder to distance herself from you. At first she got nicer, but then she got mean again. Really mean. You were tired of it. She’d already been ignoring your daily greetings for two weeks, and for the past week she’d been throwing insults your way.

You’d had enough, it was a Friday and you were just tired. That morning, your mom picked a fight with you like she always does. And she said something they’d make you cry, like she always does. The result of this being a tear-soaked face with runny mascara that you rushed to wipe clean before getting on the school bus.

Despite Ellies tough act, you’d still be giving her a good morning. Not today though. You were just done. It was too much, she’d been too mean. While it was mostly because of the argument with your mother, you felt hurt. And Ellie was partially responsible for that.

After you walked into class, you set your bag down and sat in your chair. You angled your body away from Ellie, taking out your phone and busying yourself. She let out a short, bitter laugh.

“No good morning?” She teased.

You gave her nothing, still. Silence was what her question was met with. Ellie put her phone down and adjusted herself, her brows furrowed as she was genuinely a little worried for you.

“What’s up with you..?” She asks softly, moving her chair closer to yours.

When you continued to not say a word, she nudged you by pushing her foot against your shin lightly. You sighed, finally turning to face her.

“Stop it Ellie” your voice was stern, “I’m really not in the mood, ok?” You gave her a dirty look.

“What do you even mean? I’m just trying to ask you what’s wr-“ She tries to defend herself, but you cut her off.

“I don’t fucking care! Honestly, everyday you pretend to care, or even give a shit, about me, I just get less and less patient! I am so done with all your bullshit, you’re such a liar!” You were just emotional now, knowing no boundaries as you yelled at her, "and you're mean." tears filled your eyes now.

As you saw your teacher approaching you from the corner of your eye, they spilled. You’d been beyond embarrassed, the entire class having just heard your meltdown. Ellie had an unreadable expression on her face. Her mouth hung open, her eyes wide but her brows furrowed.

She panicked when your teacher came over. You buried your head in your arms on the table.

“Uh.. Ms. Y/L/n, you’re going to have to go to the office..” She whispers to you.

You didn’t care at this point, why should you? Your mother already berated you so much earlier this morning that you might not even shed a tear at how disappointed she would tell you she was. As you walked to the office, your cheeks ran red with embarrassment from how badly you just freaked out.

Now, you sat in the waiting area of the office. Your leg bounced up and down so fast and aggressively you thought the floor might break. And then you thought you might actually die when Ellie walked in and sat beside you. Your heart nearly stopped when she leaned over and whispered in your ear.

“Said I was going to the bathroom, wanted to come and clear things up. I’m gonna make sure you don’t get in any kind of trouble..” She tries to reassure you.

And, even if you kind of hated her. Even if she made you cry before you went to bed sometimes. It worked. You let out a small sigh of relief, turning to face her. Due to how close she’d already been to whisper to you, your faces were just inches away. Your noses nearly touched. You pulled back, and looked down.

“I’m.. sorry.” You spoke quietly, trying your best not to cry again.

“I know.” She says back.

Before anything else could be said by either of you, the principal came and called your name. You stood and walked into her office, and Ellie followed not far behind. Once you were in there, the principal proceeded to play the school's camera footage of what went down in class.

Your face was red hot, and you looked away as much as you could. Your principal tsked and sighed, eyeing you and Ellie.

“I don’t even know why Ellie is here, but Y/n, you have to know this kind of behavior is unacceptable.” You were so ready to defend yourself, but Ellie beat you to it.

“Miss, with all due respect, this wasn’t her fault. I have not been the kindest to her, in fact I’ve been terrible to her. I’ve insulted and tormented her, I’ve been unfair. She didn’t deserve any of that.” Ellie's eyes were on you as she said that last sentence.

You were too busy panicking that you might get suspended to notice her gaze. But, after some hard convincing and agreeing to a good amount of after-school detention, the principal let you stay. However, she did ask you take the rest of today off, and told you it’d be a good idea to stay home Monday as well. You had no idea how you’d explain your mandatory absences to your parents, but you were just beyond thankful the principal didn’t call them. After thanking your principal, you left her office as fast as you could.

Ellie followed and she started to walk with you, even though the class was in the other direction. You didn’t say a word at first, but as you reached the exit doors you turned to face her.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to do that.” You had mixed feelings about Ellie right now.

“I did. You’re welcome, and I really am sorry for how I’ve treated you.” She apologized, and she actually sounded genuine.

“Yeah.” You sighed, you weren’t going to tell her it was ok because it wasn’t, “can I just ask, why were you so mean to me anyway?” you noticed the way Ellie starts to fidget with her hands nervously, and how she looks away from you.

“It’s a defense mechanism I guess,” she says, still not making eye contact with you, “I didn’t know how to deal with the fact that I actually like you so, I acted like I hated you.” She sighs, feeling embarrassed of the way she acted.

“You like me? Like as a friend, or..?” you ask, your cheeks reddening with blush again, there was no way she meant what you hoped she did.

“Um, more than that. I know I give pretty shitty signals but yeah, surprise, I like like you..” she sighs again.

“I like like you too.” You whispered.

<3 ------ <3

It was safe to say everyone in school was shocked when you returned Tuesday. Not only because you didn’t get suspended, but also because of how well you and Ellie were getting along. You felt insecure because there was lots of talk about your freak-out. But Ellie, who was trying to prove herself to you, did her best to quickly and quietly shut all of that down. She was pretty successful too.

And now, every time you say good morning, she says it back.

[shibusawaz]

So, your Madoka Kaname drawing looks amazing, and as a traditional artist, I was trying to observe to see if I could learn from your drawing.

One thing that stuck out to me was the shading and outlines.

How do you shade so well? How do you know which colors to use, and where to use them? Same question goes for outlines, too.

hihihihiii!! first of all thank u so much, im rlly flattered that u were so impressed 🫶🫶 im honestly really surprised how much attention my drawing got gyuh

anyways!! the picture i referenced was from the crash fever x pmmm crossover, so it’s by no means completely original. here’s the side by side comparison of the (cropped) og image vs in my sketchbook!!

so, most of the actual shading decisions and placements are from the original work. however, i had to change up the colors a bit because of the selection i had. (please note that my version is also darker because of lighting and iphone picture quality 😭😭)

also, for most of my drawings i follow the call of the wind (make guesses) and fufill the prophecies (keep adding more colors until it looks okay)

that being said, below the cut is a full coloring walkthrough if you’re still interested!!

please note that this is much smaller scale and done in less time (took an hour instead of two days 😨) so the quality will be a bit less!!

alright. so let’s say we wanna draw this image, but we tweaked it a bit because drawing BOTH eyes was too much of a hassle.

after you clean your sketch, the best thing to do is open with an outline that’s not QUITE black but close to it.

now, i have a rule. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE remember this rule: you can use ANY color. for your outline, shading, whatever. it doesn’t have to match the reference.

if you are using this as a genuine tutorial, please know that i change colors every fucking time i draw. i change mediums too. this is only the process i used for my madoka drawing (as best as i can remember)

cuz, like my art teacher said, you have this thing called artistic license, which means you have the right to change whatever the FUCK you want if you think it makes your drawing better. make her purple, give her one ponytail, whatever. as long as you can make it work, have fun!!

anyways. next, go over that outline with other dark colors of different hues. there’s no rhyme or reason, it’s just fun.

after, place your highlights on the hair. i used cream instead of the pastel pink in the original because i like cream better and it adds more hues.

usually, i start with the darkest value instead for shading as it’s more vibrant, but madoka doesn’t have any really standout dark tones. it’s okay though i love her

then, you gotta go in with base colors. simple pink and peach yada yada

listen, quick reminder: YOUR BASE COLORS DON’T MATTER AS LONG AS YOU CAN STILL ADD ONTO THEM!!!

just pick a light base close to the original. don’t agonize over it. apply lightly and gently in circular motions, and you’ll be okay!!

next, we adjust the tone of the hair. i wanted a cooler toned pink, so i added amethyst. i also added a bit to the stray eye.

after, adjust your tone more as needed. again, any color goes. the means justify the ends, and if you end up adding some blue or yellow or whatever then good!! go bonkers with it. i used vermillion.

next, add shading blocks (referenced from the original image!) in a color that’s light enough to blend in more but dark enough to see (amethyst is my favorite for this, and i use it a lot!!) you can also add extra shading in some areas to give it some personality.

after THAT, blend in your shading a bit more with your base colors. by this point you should be pressing down a lot to get the pigment you want. i think for her skin i added beige instead of peach in this step, but that’s also what i did for the above drawing.

the purpose of this is to mute your colors a bit so they fit together more. however, if you want it to pop, you don’t have to add another base color!!

i also went over the outlines with the base color to lighten them and even out the drawing. i do that with almost every step, as needed. follow your heart on that one

also, i gave her a little bit of blush in that step. just because.

ok, so now is the fun part. for the hair and any accessories/clothes/things of the same texture, add random streaks of random colors.

yeah, go ahead, add orange, blue, yellow, whatever. it’s best if it’s of the same value (aka darkness) so it fits in with the base color, but it can be anything!!

you don’t have to do this, but it’s fun.

also, i shaded the eye too offscreen. same process, because pmmm’s style has a very flat texture on characters. thus, it’s okay to use the same shading technique.

now, we can do the same with accessories!! these are simpler and i honestly got too lazy to even reference for the scarf because the hair was the main focus.

finally, add little details, clean up anything you don’t like, and do whatever you want with it!!

that’s all i do for shading, and i hope it helped a bit. i mainly work with pen and paint markers, but the process is the same aside from tweaking parts.

just remember:

its your art do whatever the fuck you want

LAYER LAYER LAYER fix anything by adding new things

it doesnt have to be perfect yada yada

fun color = fun drawing

it doesnt have to look like the picture because thats boring and you wont learn if you try and carbon copy everything you see

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[bibuckleykinard]

PLEASE TELL ME MORE

Honestly Kayla, finding this in my inbox is the highlight of my week, one of my favourite blogs on here @nilefreemans

I honestly have so many thoughts about bucktommy overall but tommy kinard is such an enigma in many ways and it’s kind of like sudoku where it’s a fun puzzle to play around with headcanons based on intentional and unintentional canon information and i have so many thoughts whenever i see gifs

cause like yeah it’s very easy to just be like yeah i’ve seen pics of lou with earrings but choosing to interpret it as an intentional character element adds so much to tommy’s character

cause yeah ear piercings are way less gendered now but i know i certainly grew up hearing so many gendered rules about who could or couldn’t get their ears pieced and the “gay earring”, and i imagine that would have been so much more amplified for Tommy, just the layers of pressure and closeting he is seemingly under prior to chimney begins— which makes the pierced ears even more interesting because jt means in universe that there was some point in time that tommy felt like he could step out of those confines and take what looks like this tiny little step but in reality is profound for him but only temporarily since we don’t see him wear them even outside of work iirc.

and i’m just fascinated by these little pockets of liberation for characters like tommy —like for ref. I watched spn and one of my favourite fic tropes is Stanford Era Dean where for a brief moment he doesn’t have to be hunter nobody is perceiving him and he gets to just be himself a queer man— which just feels very Tommy

like i don’t have hard or fast ideas and tommy doesn’t seems like the most traditionally impulsive (like buck) but more of a measured impulsivity where maybe he doesn’t seek things out but he’ll eagerly engage when it’s there- i mean see every time chimney has ‘dragged’ him into things/information out of him

So while I could easily see it being a throwaway line of like “oh yeah I forget about em, I got them when I lost a bet” or as a more active rebellious move of like hey I can't do something grander but I can do this and the kind of people who would see this as gay are the people I'm looking to spite right now

But my personal favourite is (again a lot of this is me just wanting an version of the stanford era dean segment of A Thousand Lives fic but Tommy pre-buck) I really enjoyed the idea that Tommy got his ears pieced because he wanted to just sincerely, even more so if in a bitter sweet way it’s in this blip of tommy’s life prior to coming out when he’s out to himself and dating men, going to queer spaces etc. and one of them is some queer man with the patience of a saint who one evening in a moment of calm intimacy probably brushing their hands through tommy’s hair and when noticing his ears ask tommy if he’s ever thought about getting them pierced- and at this window of post army and either pre LAFD entirely or just pre-buck 118- he has just enough courage to say yes and agree to getting them pierced, and like eventually this partner would somehow convince him to do some level of gender bending expression or drag like a Halloween costume (like please can somebody draw Tommy doing rock horror) and then bittersweet it’d probably link back to tommy being just not being ready for or in the right environment to be really fully out and a mutual break out as the other guy looking for a more visible relationship

i really wasn’t expecting this to be this long i had to fully delete a tangent i had about my thoughts on tommy and love actually but that’s for a different post lmao, again really honoured that you enjoyed my rambly tags enough to want to hear more, i wish i wrote fic so i could put these ideas together better but at least it’s there

[uncanny-tranny]

hey, i’d like some advice if you have any. i’d REALLY like to go on T… i look at folks on T and i’m just… enamored with their bodies. i look at tbears and i want to live within them. i spend a LOT of time looking at bottom growth pics. i love a lot of things about my body, but… having a small clitoris… lacking chest & tummy hair… i look at people who’ve made the leap and it aches, not to look like them. that’s the only way to describe it: a deep, howling ache. i love my breasts and my curves and sometimes i really love being a girl and a dyke but i know that i need these changes. i really need them.

but i love my voice. only occasionally it seems abrasively high or nasal… but i really, really love my voice. at some point recently i started to sing again after a long, long time of shaming myself out of it, and i had forgotten that my voice is beautiful. and it’s me. i love my voice. i’m not averse to the idea of sounding deeper… but it’ll come at the cost of losing my upper range. i’ll NEVER be able to sound like that again. i’ll try to go high and it’ll feel like my voice is being replaced. i don’t know if i’ll really hate it when my voice changes… but i’m scared. i think i’ll probably like how i’ll sound, but what if it doesn’t feel like me? is there any way to prepare myself? what if there’s just no way for me to live with both a body and voice of my own?

this is a lot of heavy stuff. my best idea at the moment is to talk to a doctor about all this, hope they have some suggestions, and try to get compounded testosterone cream, since that can supposedly help prioritize bottom growth over other changes. but i’m really scared and lonely about this. i don’t know anyone else who grew up a girl and wants to be a girl on T… i only know two trans people. i know very few people in general. and i’m too scared to try and talk to anyone about all of these feelings. the way you talk about this stuff is always so full of love, in a way that makes love feel possible, so if there’s anything you can say to help guide me or validate me here, i would really appreciate it. this is really difficult for me to talk about.

I totally understand where you are coming from; the very nature of medical transition is based on possibilities and uncertainties.

I think the thing we tend to do is assume that these changes will happen almost instantly. However, the vocal changes are very gradual, at least in my experience.

I'll remind everyone that I am not a medical expert, and my thoughts come from personal experience and observation and listening to fellow people on testosterone.

I'll list some highlights of my experience to illustrate this and include a chart of my voice drop:

The first voice-related change was actually soreness when I spoke, but not really a true drop

I had many voice cracks, and they were sometimes painful

The changes started gradually from month one or two to around the year mark give or take

My initial dose: 0.25mg IM/weekly

My current: 0.35mg IM/weekly

If you choose a testosterone regimen, I would suggest considering micro dosing. That way, you have a bit more control over how gradual the changes are. The testosterone will still change your endocrine system, but it won't be as sudden as it would be with a "typical" dose. My testosterone reached a typical perisex man's at approximately month six with my dosage, and by then, I had many changes begin to mature (such as bottom growth, the beginning of new hair growth, and my voice beginning to mature with more finality).

I honestly don't know how I really prepared myself for the changes I wasn't too sure about... I mostly came at it with a sense of desperation, and so I get where you are coming from. I truly hope you can get a medical team which will give you some options that best fit you. If you have any other questions or want me to expand, I am happy to do so, because I do genuinely want to show support. You're going to find something that works, I think. I have so much hope and faith in you, and I wish you only the best on this journey.