#look at it!!! one eyebrow is basically in the middle of her forehead!!

[unhingedpirates]

Bold of her to point out the eyebrows when they look like THAT

Baffling

[leeloooonfire]

Steve Harrington only wears a bra.

Well, not, only, he's also wearing bright orange swim shorts and a cap backward, too.

The top part, however? Hairy man boobs are prettily covered by a black lace bra with a sparkling strass stone in the middle.

Eddie might be a teeny tiny bit drunk (2 beers after months of abstinence and medication does that to a man), but not drunk enought to imagine Steve Harrington in a bra.

'Uh-', he says eloquently and tries not to stare too much at the other man sitting on what must be Buckley's bed. 'Am I interrupting something?'

Steve, face almost as pink as Erica's favourite shoes, opens his mouth to reply, but Robin, sitting crosslegged in front of him, is faster, 'Oh its just you. Close the door, Eds.'

Eddie isn't sure if she means 'close the door and leave, never talk to us about whatever weird kinky little thing we're doing right now' or 'come in, close the door and shut up'. He hesitates for a moment, studying Steve's pretty flushed face and Robin’s wiggling eyebrows before stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.

His hand is still on the door knob when he turns and finds Robin leaning against Steve’s hairy chest, one of her arms behind his back. She's fumbling with something, frustrated noises escape her closed lips while Steve simply sits still - like a statue. An Adonis statue wearing a bra.

'Fuck', Robin groans loudly, her forehead knocking against Steve's clavicle, his hand patting her head in condolence.

'Not to be judgmental', Eddie starts slowly as he leans against the book case right next to the door, 'But what are you guys doing?'

(Eddie thought Robin's a friend of Dorothy, so why is Steve fucking Harrington sitting dolled up in a delicate bra on her bed and they look like they're ready to make out?!)

When both Steve and Robin send him evil twin looks, he holds both his hands up in surrender, 'Like I said, not gonna judge you, whatever floats your boat or whatever, but what, exactly, is it that you're trying to do here?'

'Practice', Robin grumbles against Steve's chest, tugging behind his back again.

Steve grins, a bit lopsided and goofy, 'She's trying to open the bra with one hand.'

'It's just so much easier on myself,' she says, and now that Eddie knows what's happening, he can make out her hand tugging and fumbling with the hooks behind Steve's back.

'Ah,' Eddie says, again, rather eloquently. 'I should probably leave you to it, then.'

Before he can turn and go, however, Steve says, 'I heard that you're pretty good with your hands, Munson. Bet you can get it off me in no time.'

'Pfff- ' Robin makes, rolling her eyes, 'I wouldn't be so sure he's ever had a bra in his hands.'

And while Robin has flocked him as a raging homosexual as it seems, Eddie heard the rumours about him too: fingers dancing over his guitar, rolling the perfect joints, Eddie the freak Munson knows how to work his fingers. he doesn't hate this rumour at all. It's kind of nice - for his ego and all.

Yes, he hasn't opened a bra before, but he's met this hot goth dude in a corset before, and that's basically a bra with dozens of hooks. He is fairly sure he can open it with one hand and without looking. What he probably shouldn't do is coming too close to Steve Harrington, the man he's had a crush on since they survived the Upside Down together. Not with his naked skin and hairy chest and dark brown nipple peaking through the black lace of the undergarment.

But both Robin and Steve stare at him and Eddie doesn't run anymore - a challenge is a challenge.

'No problem,' he says far more confident than he actually feels and steps closer, one knee on the bed before Robin's even all out of the way.

'No looking,' she says as if she's explaining the rules to a game, 'chest to chest or face in his neck, but you can only use one hand and your eyes have to stay either closed or on him. Seriously no peeking.'

She shuffles out the way to make room for Eddie between Steve's long, also very naked, legs and Eddie swallows quietly before leaning closer.

Steve smells like sunscreen and grass, a bit like the pineapple they ate earlier before the kids left, and sweat. He smells devine and before Eddie can think clearly, he presses his face into Steve's neck. He feels Steve shudder when his damp lips accidentally meet his sun kissed skin and Eddie feels like he's going crazy. What is he doing? Why is he doing it? Even the slightest touch sends shockwaves through his body. God, he's gone so bad for Steve Harrington.

'Ready?' Robin asks, apparently unaware of Eddie's dilemma or the way Steve's pulse is fluttering like a hummingbird right against Eddie's nose. 'Go!'

He sneaks his right arm around Steve, who jumps slightly the moment Eddie's fingertips brush against his shoulder blades. To keep him still, Eddie's left hand reaches for Steve's waist almost automatically. He doesn't try to focus too much on the way goosebumps spread under his fingers and the way Steve literally whines into Eddie's ear. His right hand follows the scratchy lace, nails lightly scratching Steve's skin, until he finds the hooks.

Thumb under the fabric and pointer and middle finger pressing against it, he feels the first hook opening after less than a heartbeat. For a moment, Eddie doesn't want to open the other two and therefore lose any reason to be so close to Steve.

Steve, who has his nose pressed against Eddie's hair and hand curled into Eddie's shirt, slightly tugging as if .... Well, as if to ask for permission to take it off. Eddie doesn't even know when he had the time to grab for the shirt in the first place.

Eddie moves his hand and the second hook opens. He turns his face, brings a bit more space between them to look at Steve. His cheeks are scarlet, lips shiney with spit and when he opens his eyes after mere seconds of Eddie staring at him, he can see that Steve's pupils are dilated, eyes dark with want.

The last hook springs free and without turning his eyes away, Eddie gently brushes the strap off Steve's broad shoulder. Steve quietly whimpers and pushes harder against Eddie's shirt as if to tear it off his body.

'Eddie', he whispers, licking his lips and Eddie just wants everything Steve is ready to offer.

'Ohhh okay, I think I'll leave you two alone', he hears the slightly panicked voice of Robin and then a door opening and closing.

And Eddie leans in...

[captainreecejames]

"You Can Call Her Phone" series (Lando's Version)

author's note : so I'm thinking if you guys like this I can do it with other drivers (only Oscar, Logan, Alex, Yuki, Liam, Pierre, and Carlos), but you'll have to give me the idea of why they're answering in the first place. I've got a George one lined up next so stay tuned for that.

pairing : Lando Norris x fem!reader

warnings : once again a lot of cursing and shitty men, not proof read

word count : 627

The walk home had been quick, because you refused to have this argument in the middle of the Monaco streets where anybody could hear or see. The crowd at the club had been embarrassing enough. So as soon as you got inside, Lando was ready to defend himself.

“He called you his bitch, babe! I wasn’t going to sit there and let him call you those things!” He was fuming, mostly at the aforementioned man, but there was no one else there to listen to him. 

“And then you basically called me your personal stripper, Lando!” He opened his mouth to talk, but you kept going. “That was so inappropriate and uncalled for. I just can’t even believe you would say something like that.”

He understood where you were coming from, honestly. But Jack had been making eyes at you the whole night without you being aware, and when you went to dance with some friends, he started making lewd that got under his skin. It wasn’t a surprise that Lando had snapped. “He started way before the bitch comment, babe. Okay, and i just couldn’t sit there anymore and take it. He needed to know-“

The phone ringing cut him off and he looked at the screen in your hand.

Jack.

“Is he really fucking calling you after all that?” Lando’s eyes had darkened. “Give me the phone.” You listened, handing him the phone with a resigned look on your face. “What the fuck do you want?” Lando asked him, voice steady with an anger you hadn’t head in a while. “No I’m not gonna give her the fucking phone, you ripe shithead. After the way you spoke about her and to her face, you’re lucky you’re even in the city right now. Because if I had my way, I’d have your ass sent to a fucking tundra where you can’t ever be warm again.” You heard yelling from the other line, but none of it was clear enough for you to make out what he was saying. “I will get a fucking restraining order on you and your goddamn dog if I ever hear that you come near us again, got it?” More yelling came from the other line, but Lando didn’t wait for him to finish, hitting the red end call button.

“You done?” You ask, holding out your hand for him to return your phone.

“One second, I’m blocking him on everything so he can’t talk to you again.”

“And if he makes a second account?”

“I’ll fucking call up Mark Zuckerberg and get him banned from making any social media again.”

“Now you’re being ridiculous.” He rose an eyebrow at you, but you made no move to grab your phone from him. With a sigh, you dropped your hand and stepped closer to him, pushing your phone away so he would look at you. “Seriously Lan, I want you to know that I’m not okay with what you said tonight at the club. It was one, out of line; and two, none of their business.” That got him to smirk, moving his hands to your waist to pull you flush against him.

“I know baby, I was out of line when I said that to him. I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable with my words.” He kissed your forehead and you leaned into him, content with the apology for now. “But just so we’re on the same page, you’re my private dancer?”

You moved to hit his chest, but he caught it first, bringing your hand up to his mouth for a light peck. When you didn’t answer, he licked your hand and you shrieked. “That’s gross, Lando!” But the smile on your face told him that everything was okay for now.

[d-z20]

Heavy Hits, Soft Touches part 2 (NSFW)

Pairing: Rio Vidal x Reader

Summary: How you and Rio spend the night after the MMA Championship final (can be read independent from part 1) so basically a fic full of sebian lex

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, small amount of fluff at the end, SwitchVers Rio and reader, reader is a little bit bratty, reader receives: light choking, light restraint, begging (Rio recv. too), fingering, mentions of orgasm denial

Words: 2.3k

A/N: Got a request for a fic about just how your night went after you went back to Rio's in Heavy Hits, Soft Touches. So here we are... I loved writing about Rio still caring for you despite being in the middle of sex because she's a big softie at heart.

AO3 | Part 1 | Master List

Bruised and Bound

When you get to her apartment, she unlocks the door and leads you inside. You both drop your bags by the entrance, and she turns to you, eyes searching your face as if looking for any sign of hesitation. But there’s none. You take a step closer, reaching for her, pulling her into you. For a moment, there’s just silence, the only sound being your heavy breaths. The fight from earlier still buzzes in your veins. It’s like you’re both standing on the edge of something neither of you can name, the tension thick in the air.

Rio gazes at you, her expression unreadable, like she’s trying to figure out your next move. You hold her gaze, mirroring her intensity, and there’s a flicker of something unspoken that passes between you. It’s been there since the first time you faced each other in the octagon—this raw, electric pull neither of you ever put into words. Just looks, heated stares across the ring, that always seemed to linger a little too long.

She smirks, the corner of her lips curling up like she knows exactly what you’re thinking. "Been waiting for this, haven’t you?" She asks, her voice low, teasing.

You scoff lightly, but the heat in your cheeks betrays you. "You have no idea," you admit, your voice dropping to a whisper.

"Maybe I do," she counters, and before you can respond, her lips are on yours, fierce and unyielding, like she’s trying to claim victory all over again. You kiss her back just as hard, fingers tangling in her hair, tugging slightly to hear that quiet, pleased growl rumble from her throat. It’s a battle, but one you’ve both been aching for. She pushes you back against the wall, her body pressed against yours, pinning you there. You can feel the heat radiating from her skin, even through the fabric of your clothes.

Pulling back slightly, you both breathe heavily, foreheads almost touching. “I feel like we’ve been in this position before,” you murmur, a teasing smile on your lips. “Except, a couple hours ago, you were trying to knock me out.”

Rio chuckles, the sound low and rough. “And now I’m trying to do something else entirely.”

You laugh, the tension easing for just a second. “You know, the media always thought it was hate between us,” you say, your voice light, almost playful.

She smirks, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “Guess they couldn’t tell the difference between your fuck you eyes and your fuck me eyes."

You lift her face with your finger so she meets your gaze. “And what are my eyes saying now?” You don’t even let her reply before pulling her into another searing kiss. You smile against her lips at the hum of pleasure she lets out.

She pulls back just enough to speak, her lips brushing against yours. “Are you going to turn this into our second fight of the night?” she asks, her voice a low, teasing challenge.

You smirk up at her, refusing to give in so easily. “Depends,” you say, leaning forward to nip at her bottom lip. “Are you going to make it worth my while?”

Rio’s eyes narrow, amusement flickering in her gaze. She takes a step back, pulling you away from the wall and towards the bedroom. “Off,” she commands, gesturing to your shirt with a tilt of her chin.

You raise an eyebrow, making a show of hesitating, dragging your hands up slowly but not following through. “Why?” You taunt, the word rolling off your tongue with a smirk.

Her expression darkens, and before you can react, she’s got you against her bedframe, the wood digging into your legs, her hand wrapped around your throat—not tight but firm enough to keep you still. “You’re playing a dangerous game,” she warns, her voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine.

You tilt your head, baring your neck a little more as if to challenge her. “I thought you liked it when I played rough.”

She lets out a sharp laugh, her thumb brushing gently over the pulse at your throat. “Oh, I do,” she says, and there’s a gleam in her eyes that promises retribution. “But don’t think I won’t put you in your place.”

You meet her gaze, defiance sparking in your eyes. “You can try.”

Rio’s smirk widens. “I intend to.”

Her lips capture yours again, this time softer but no less commanding, and you can feel her smile against your mouth when you whine, caught off guard by the change in pace. Her hands slide under your shirt, pulling it off with a swift, decisive motion before you even realise what’s happening. She pushes you down on to the bed and is on top of you in an instant, pinning you down, her fingers digging into your hips as you try to twist away like you did in the fight.

“You are such a brat,” she murmurs against your lips, her tone a mix of amusement and annoyance. Her hands grip your wrists, pinning them above your head just like she did in the ring. You squirm, testing her hold, but she tightens her grip, her smile darkening.

“And you love it,” you challenge, a teasing smirk pulling at your lips.

She laughs, low and breathless, her forehead pressing against yours. “Yeah, I do,” she admits, her voice dropping to a whisper. “But you’re going to make me work for it, aren’t you?”

You nod, biting your lip as you lean into her touch. “Every second.”

With a roll of her eyes, she kisses you again, but this time it’s slower, deeper—like she’s savouring it. Her hands leave your wrists to slide down your sides, her fingers tracing the bruises that have already started to form from your fight. You wince slightly when she presses against a particularly sore spot, and she pulls back, her gaze softening.

“Does it hurt?” she asks, her voice gentler now, though there’s still a flicker of something mischievous in her eyes.

You shrug, giving her a defiant look. “I can take it.”

Her smile turns softer, almost fond. “Of course you can,” she says, brushing a thumb over your cheek, careful to avoid the split skin. She leans in, pressing a tender kiss to there, then another to your jaw, trailing down to your neck. You tilt your head back, giving her better access, and she takes full advantage, her lips and teeth scraping against your skin in a way that sends shivers down your spine.

Her hands slip under your shorts, but before she can take control again, you push her back with a surprising burst of strength, flipping her over onto the bed. You’re straddling her now, pinning her wrists to the mattress, your breath coming in shallow gasps.

“Not so fast,” you say, leaning down to kiss her neck, nipping at her skin just hard enough to make her gasp. “I’m not going to make it easy for you.”

Rio’s laugh is breathless, but there’s a look of pride in her eyes. “I’d be disappointed if you did.”

But when you try to undress her, your hands wandering without restraint, she catches your wrists in a firm grip. Her smile turns wicked. “Can’t keep your hands to yourself, can you?”

You give her a challenging grin. “Maybe I just don’t want to.”

In response, she reaches for the belt draped over a nearby chair. Before you can react, she’s looping it around your wrists, tying them together with a quick, practiced motion. “If you can’t keep them to yourself,” she murmurs, tugging the makeshift restraint tight, “then I’ll just have to do it for you.”

You tug at the bindings, a flash of surprise mingled with excitement sparking in your eyes. “This is your idea of winning?”

She smirks, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth. “No, this is my idea of making sure you don’t get in my way.”

The night is a blur of hands and lips, of playful teasing and heated gasps. You push back against her every chance you get, challenging her, but she meets you at every turn, knowing when to be rough and when to be gentle. Her touch is both firm and soothing, careful not to press too hard against your bruises, but she’s relentless in a way that has you arching into her, breathless and aching for more.

“Sweetheart, you’re making a mess of my sheets,” Rio teases but the sight of it has her coming undone. She drags her fingers up your thigh, stopping just short of your entrance. With a look that seems to bare into your very soul, she buries two fingers inside you, her name falling from your lips each time she thrusts in and out. She’s efficient in her movements, curling her fingers against your walls, making you whimper and squirm under her touch. She sets a relentless pace, but each time you think you’re about to cum, Rio slows down just enough to bring you back from the edge.

"You said you could take it, sweetheart."

“Fuck, no. Please. Rio, please,” you beg, voice nothing more than a desperate whimper.

Your begging seems to work because this time when you feel the familiar tightening in your chest, she continues her movements. You feel your body tightening; your walls clench around Rio’s fingers as they curl inside you. You strain against the belt, still keeping your arms above your head.

“That’s it, darling, you’re doing so good,” her praise is all that’s needed to tip you over the edge. No, not tip: throw. It throws you over the edge. You’ve orgasmed before. Plenty of times in fact, from your own hands, toys, and other partners, but never have you had an orgasm like this before. It comes over you like a tsunami and leaves you quaking as Rio guides you through the aftershocks, slowly bringing you back to reality. 

“You are so beautiful,” Rio muses, bringing her fingers to her mouth to clean them off. You whine at the loss of an opportunity to get her fingers in your mouth. “But I’m definitely going to need to change the sheets in the morning,” she adds after she’s done tasting you.

She gently unties your wrists and helps you sit up. 

"Did... did I just...” you gape, looking at the very large wet spot in the middle of Rio’s bed.

“Well, it wasn’t me now, was it?” She teases. “Although, since they’re already wrecked, I wouldn’t mind adding to it.” She looks at you with a glint in her eyes.

You are on her in seconds, straddling her waist, hands grasping at anything and everything. You pull on her hair, forcing her head back to look you in the eyes. “Beg.”

She stares at you blankly.

“I said beg,” you repeat.

“Excuse me?” Rio says, a disbelieving tone in her voice.

You climb off her, pulling you both up to stand by the bed, hands coming to rest on her shoulders. “You heard me,” your voice is stern. “What you just did... wow. Just wow. But now you are going to beg for me to do the same to you.” You push down on her shoulders, indicating for her to get on her knees.

Rio pushes her tongue into her cheek, clearly debating whether or not she was about to do this. But when your middle finger drags through her folds, putting the slightest bit of pressure against her clit, she all but falls to her knees in front of you.

“Please fuck me,” she says, baring her teeth slightly, clearly desperate but not ready to submit.

You shake your head while sucking her arousal off your finger. “Uh uh, not good enough, sweetheart.”

She sucks her teeth, but there’s a grin on her face at you using the pet name on her.

“Please Y/N. Please fuck me. I know you’ll make me feel so good.” And at that last word, she presses a kiss on each of your hips. 

You smirk, pulling her up so you can embrace her again before guiding her back to the bed so you can start to return the favour.

The rest of the night is filled with the moaning of each other's names, and you soon lose track of time and orgasms, lost to the bliss of the moment. Rio takes her time going over each and every part of you; everywhere one of her punches landed earlier, her lips are on now. And you have your fun too, biting and sucking at her skin, leaving different kinds of marks there—you were right, she did enjoy the pain. It’s a back-and-forth, a push-and-pull, both of you giving and taking in equal measure.

When it’s over, you lie tangled together in the sheets, your head resting on her chest, listening to the steady beat of her heart. Her fingers trail through your hair, a soothing, repetitive motion that has you sighing in contentment.

“You’re a lot softer than you pretend to be,” you mumble, your eyes drifting shut.

She huffs a quiet laugh, her fingers pausing for a moment before continuing. “Don’t tell anyone,” she whispers, her voice teasing but laced with something deeper.

Your lips curl into a sleepy smile. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

And as the quiet settles between you, she brushes a thumb over your swollen lip, smirking. “I guess that settles it.”

You tilt your head up, narrowing your eyes playfully. “Settles what?”

Her smirk widens, her hand cupping your jaw. “Who really won tonight.”

You roll your eyes, but your smile softens. “We both did.”

And when she pulls you closer, holding you like you’re something precious, you know you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

[ateotd-izzy]

how you get the girl | jake peralta x fem!reader

summary: 6 months after your breakup, on a rainy night, jake turns up on your doorstep.

warnings: some swearing, kissing, nothing that big of a deal

taglist: @brvceyamada

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stand there like a ghost shaking from the rain

you were sat on your couch. all the lights were off and you had a movie playing on the tv while you were curled on the couch and listening to the rain.

it was basically a perfect night.

then there was a knock at your door.

it was late. you checked your phone to see the time, 11:38 pm, and got up with a groan.

why was someone at your door this late at night?

she’ll open up the door and say, ‘are you insane?’

you unlocked the front door and once you pulled it open you found your ex-boyfriend, jake peralta, standing on your porch.

he was soaking wet, his hair sticking to his forehead and his clothes drenched, from the rain.

“jake, what are you doing here?” you asked, taking in his appearance. “it’s the middle of the night and it’s pouring! are you insane?”

say it’s been a long six months

“maybe.” he replied before going quiet again and staring at you. “it’s been… a long six months.”

“really, jake?” you sighed.

you had seen him almost every single day since he broke up with you due to the fact that you worked together.

“are you drunk or something?”

“no! no— i…” he sighed. “i just…”

and you were too afraid to tell her what you want

“i was… afraid.” jake paused. “of telling you the truth.”

“what do you mean?”

“i mean the truth about how i felt about our relationship. i was too scared to tell you what i really wanted.”

“i’m so confused right now.” your eyes flitted around his face.

and that’s how it works

“just… come inside, peralta. it’s raining.” you grabbed him by the sleeve of his leather jacket and pulled him into your house.

“it’s been a while since i’ve been here.” jake said, looking around at the house that hasn’t really changed in the six months since he had dumped you.

that’s how you get the girl

“okay, jake, just… can you please explain what you’re doing here?” you asked. “this is totally random, and i’d like to know what you’re doing and why.”

jake’s mouth went dry and he stopped looking up at the ceiling. his eyes stopped on you.

and then, you say

“okay.” jake took a deep breath. “here it goes.”

“here what goes?” you asked.

i want you for worse or for better

“i want you.” jake paused. “for worse or for better.”

you raised your eyebrows in surprise for a moment before staring at him with a blank look.

i would wait forever and ever

“and, look, i would wait forever and ever.” jake said.

“you’re joking, right?” you asked, one hand still on the handle to your front door. “you can’t possibly be serious.”

broke your heart, i’ll put it back together

“y/n, i know i broke your heart.” jake sighed and looked up from his shoes and took one step closer to you. “but i’ll put it back together.”

you narrowed your eyes at him for two reasons. one, in disbelief, and two, because something about the whole situation was familiar.

i would wait forever and ever

“again, i would wait forever. and ever.” jake mumbled and the two of you stood in your entryway, a few feet away from each other.

“jake, you have got to be kidding me.” you sighed and walked past him and back into the living room, where your movie was now paused on the tv.

and that’s how it works

“what do you mean?” he asked, following you into the room.

“i mean you turning up at my house in the middle of the night talking like a crazy person.”

“a person… crazy in love.” jake said with a wide smile, which he dropped after he saw your disappointed stare. “no? okay.”

that’s how you get the girl

“jake, what is up with you?” you questioned him. “why are you here and why are you saying all this stuff?”

he walked past you and sat down on your couch, still wet.

“off the couch.” you ordered and he got up quickly.

“sorry.” he slowly made his way around the room before stopping in front of a shelf.

remind her how it used to be

he picked up a framed photo off of it and turned to look at you. “you’ve still got these up?”

you shrugged, crossing your arms and holding your robe tight. “yeah.”

“do you remember the day we took this?” he asked.

the picture he held was a selfie he had taken when the two of you were on a date after finishing a big case.

he has caught the exact moment you kissed his cheek.

with pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks

“mhm.” you didn’t want to say much. you didn’t like him being in your house, despite being the one who let him in. “right after we solved the mason murder case you took me out on that date.”

jake chuckled to himself and put the frame down. “yeah.”

the two of you had gone out for dinner, but then abandoned all plans for being in the outside world and decided to watch movies in jake’s apartment.

that same night, he told you that he loved you for the very first time.

tell her how you must’ve lost your mind

jake turned to look at you again.

he didn’t care if you were staring at him with a look that was a mix of both disapproval and disappointment, or that you clearly did not want him to be there.

jake’s eyes travelled from your eyes down your body and back to your face. he thought you looked beautiful.

“y/n, i swear, i must’ve lost my mind.” he forced out a very awkward chuckle, which he masked with a cough. “i did something so stupid, even for me.”

when you left her all alone, and never told her why

“which was?”

“dumping you. and not even telling you why.”

he did that.

six months earlier jake had come up to you at work and asked to talk to you privately.

and that’s how it works

“hey, babe, can i talk to you in private for one second?” jake had appeared at your side mid-conversation with rosa.

“oh, yeah, one sec.” you smiled and he nodded. jake started walking away and you told rosa you’d be right back before following jake.

the two of you soon ended up in the evidence room.

“what’s up?” you asked once the two of you were in the room with the door closed.

jake went silent in front of you. he seemed to freeze up.

“jake? you okay?”

“hmm? oh, yeah, totally, all good.” jake chuckled and cleared his throat. “but, um, anyway. so what i wanted to talk to you about was… i want…”

jake trailed off and stared you in the eyes. you waited for him to go on, giving him a weird look and he shook his head.

“i wanna break up!” jake basically spewed the words out as he yelled them loudly at you. “yup. that’s it. i want to break up… with you…”

jake nodded and turned on his heel, speeding out of the room.

that’s how you lost the girl

“i messed up. big time.”

“really?” you pretended to be surprised. “wow, i had no idea!”

jake stared back blankly. “okay. i get it.”

“do you, jake?” you asked. “because you turning up here and thinking i’d be okay with that tells me that maybe you don’t really get it.”

and now, you say

“no, i do.” he sighed. “i came here because i’ve been thinking. like, really thinking.”

you stared at him expectantly.

“i wanted to apologize.”

“after six months?” you almost laughed. “that’s half a year, jake.”

i want you for worse or for better

“i know.” jake buried his face in his hands. “but i swear, i’ve been thinking about this for… yeah, for literally the entire six months.”

“and what is this thing you’ve been thinking about?”

“i knew i had messed up immediately, and i freaked out and that’s why i ran away.”

you raised your eyebrows. “you messed up so you ran away instead of… talking about it like adults?”

i would wait forever and ever

“well, i did talk about it with charles.” jake said.

“i meant talk about it with me.” you stated. “as in the girl you broke up with without any explanation or another word that wasn’t work related for six months until you show up on her doorstep unannounced in the middle of the night when there’s a storm outside.”

as if on cue, thunder cracked outside.

“okay, keep it down, storm. we’re trying to have a conversation in here.” jake seemed to shout at your ceiling before looking at you with an amused smile.

broke your heart, i’ll put it back together

“okay, look,” he sighed. “i’ll be real with you right now. i want you back. i want us to be together again and i would literally wait forever and ever.”

“so you’ve said.” you nodded slightly, taking acknowledgment of the fact that jake’s hair had dried and had started to curl on top of his head.

not that you were looking at his hair. you were only listening to what he had to say.

you were totally over him.

“jake, i’ve finally… moved on. i’m over it.” you lied. “why did you decide to come here tonight?”

i would wait forever and ever

“because i still love you.” he stated. “and i never stopped loving you because i never wanted to break up in the first place.”

“then why did you break up with me?” you questioned him. “at work of all places, too. for all of our friends to find out immediately? for them to practically baby me for the next month until i finally snapped at them to stop? because that’s what happened.”

“because…”

and that’s how it works

he sighed. “god, why does this have to be so hard?”

“‘god, why does this have to be so hard?’ title of your sex tape.” you said, practically on instinct, before awkwardly coughing at the sight of his smile.

jake didn’t say anything for a moment after that. he just stared at you with that beautifully stupid smile on his stupidly beautiful face.

that’s how you get the girl

“you were saying?”

“right.” jake nodded and cleared his throat. “um… i didn’t want to break up with you. i just freaked out because i couldn’t say what i wanted to say and then started overthinking everything in my head.”

“what were you going to say?” you asked. “you know, before you broke up with me.”

“i was, um… i was gonna suggest that, uh, i…” jake sighed. “i was gonna ask what your thoughts would be on me moving in with you here.”

he gestured around himself to the house the two of you stood in.

and that’s how it works

“i really do love you, y/n. i just… it was just such a big… thing.” jake cursed at himself under his breath. “it was a huge thing and, like, i worried that maybe i was going too fast or that you’d say no and crush my heart so…”

“so you just crushed my heart first to prevent any possible damage to yourself.”

“yup. i’m such an idiot.”

“yeah, you are.”

that’s how you get the girl

“look, i’m sorry for turning up here.” jake apologized and started walking towards the front door again. “i’ll just go and we can pretend none of this happened and go back to not talking to each other.”

“what if i don’t want that.” you spoke and jake turned to look at you.

“what?”

“i mean… it’s raining outside.” nice save. “you don’t want to get sick or anything.”

and you know

“oh, right.” he moved away from the door a little. “smort. i mean, smart thinking, y/n.”

you nodded.

he then looked over at the tv. “die hard?”

you shrugged. “yeah. i was bored and lonely, so…”

“i get it.” he nodded.

“you can, um, watch it with me if you want.” you offered awkwardly. “i mean, it is your favourite movie of all time.”

jake smiled at you. “yeah, okay.”

“then maybe we can talk more about…” you gestured around at him. “this whole thing.”

that i don’t want you to go

the two of you sat down on the couch, but you didn’t put the movie back on. instead the two of you sat quietly.

“what made you decide to come here tonight? i mean, after six whole months?” you asked, breaking the silence.

“i don’t know. i was just in my apartment and listening to music… then i decided i couldn’t deal with us not being together anymore.”

remind me how it used to be

“for months… i don’t know why i didn’t do anything. i guess, i was scared?” he looked at you before laughing. “what am i saying? this is so dumb. whatever.”

“jake…”

“no, i sound ridiculously stupid. i broke up with you.” he rubbed his face. “i shouldn’t be acting like i was the one who was hurt.”

“at least you’re self-aware.” you mumbled before leaning back in your seat.

“y/n…” he reached out and took one of your hands in his. “i’m so sorry. for everything. for dumping you with no explanation, then acting as if nothing happened at all.”

with pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks

“why didn’t you just… explain to me you didn’t really want to break up right after it happened? or at least in the same day?” you asked.

“because… i kind of just assumed this was what you wanted.” jake gestured between the two of you. “you’re way too good for me. i mean, you’re smart, you’re funny, you’re an amazing detective, plus you’re super hot. i just guessed you didn’t really… i mean, look at me.”

“jacob peralta, you are such an idiot sometimes.” you deadpanned and he winced. “but, you do know that you’re also really smart, right? you’re one of the best detectives i know. you’re funny and you’re also super hot.”

“okay, i know you’re trying to make me feel better and this is the worst time to say this, but you feeding my ego and talking in that sexy voice is really turning me on.”

“oh, shut up.”

and say you want me

the silence between you returned for a moment before jake spoke again.

“y/n, i want you back.”

a part of you didn’t want to take him back. he had made you feel terrible for months and quite literally had broken your heart.

but on the other hand…

“jake…” you started and he met your eyes, looking almost desperate.

and then you say

then it clicked in your head. why the things he had been saying seemed to familiar to you.

“oh, my god. jacob peralta you did not.” you hit his arm and he gave you a confused look.

“what?”

i want you for worse or for better

“i want you for worse or for better.” you spoke in a song-like tune and a small smile tugged on jake’s lips.

i would wait forever and ever

“i would wait forever and ever.” you chuckled and shook your head.

the way he smiled at you at that moment made your stomach flip.

broke your heart, i’ll put it back together

“broke your heart, i’ll put it back together.” you glared playfully. “i would wait forever and ever.”

i want you forever and ever

“i want you forever and ever.” jake replaced the line you sang with one later in the song, his face inching closer to yours.

“and that’s how it works, that’s how you get the girl.” you shook your head again in disbelief. “you really followed the steps from the song?”

jake shrugged, your lips almost touching. “did it work?”

“maybe.”

and that’s how it works, that’s how you get the girl

you leaned forward and connected your lips with his.

jake’s hands held onto your hips while your hands ran up his chest and to his shoulders.

when you pulled apart, you smiled curiously and asked him, “when did you plan this, jake?”

“obviously it took months and months of planning to get it perfect.” he said and you gave him a look. “i didn’t plan it, i got the idea, like, five minutes before i left to come here.”

and that’s how it works, that’s how you get the girl

“you came here with no plan except for the lyrics to a taylor swift song?”

“i had faith. she’s a genius, i trusted her.”

you laughed and so did he before connecting your lips in another kiss.

“charles is gonna lose his shit when he hears about this.”

“how would he know if you don’t tell him?” you questioned.

“oh, he has some kind of sixth sense about this stuff.” jake stated.

“what stuff?”

“us. together.”

and that’s how it works, that’s how you get the girl

you paused. “you want us to be together again?”

jake’s mouth was parted slightly and he nodded in the dead silence of the room. “so badly.”

he connected his hand with yours and leaned closer.

“would you give me another chance? please?”

“are you gonna actually communicate with me and tell me how you feel instead of breaking up with me this time?”

jake’s hands held the sides of your face. “i promise. i’ve felt so horrible for the last 6 months and i swear i will never hurt you like that again.”

and that’s how it works, that’s how you get the girl

there was a quiet moment between the two of you.

“so, y/n l/n…” jake took a deep breath. “will you give me another chance and be my girlfriend again?”

and that’s how it works

“jake peralta, you’re one lucky son of a bitch.” you said before quickly adding, “i don’t mean that, i love your mom. she’s really great.”

he chuckled. “don’t worry about it.”

then he leaned forward and kissed you again.

that’s how you get the girl

a/n: so this is something and idk how i feel about it but i love jake so here’s this

[dawnoftime22]

medicine.

| N.R

Warnings: None

Summary: You had a mild headache and tried to take a nap alone, but Natasha got home before you knew it and took care of you instead.

Word Count: 570

Category: Fluff

A/N from past me: I wrote this right before I took a nap for my own headache and ended up falling asleep. aand then... finished it when I woke up at 2 am. yes. 2. :')

| Started on 26/10/2022, 8:49 PM |

| Finished on 27/10/2022, 4:36 AM |

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“You're my medicine.”

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Your legs were kept closely to your body, and your fingers held the bridge of your nose.

You had your eyes closed. A small headache creeping onto you. So, you thought to take a break from everything and your phone to rest a bit.

A blue light could be seen bouncing off the blank tv screen, coming from the window that showed the view of the sky as the sun said goodbye, and the moon came around.

It would be a perfect time for a nap, and closing your eyes helped.

You were so close to falling asleep and running away from the headache.

But...the front door of the house's lock clicked, and it opened.

Keys could be heard jingling and the door had shut. Quiet footsteps soon came closer to where you are.

You opened your eyes and blinked, before taking your arm off your head, and then looked to your side.

The redhead nearly passed the couch and didn't notice your presence until you shuffled around slightly and made noise.

Her eyebrows were raised for a split second before her gaze on you softened. "Sorry. Did I wake you up?"

The way you ran your fingers and knuckles over a specific spot near the bridge of your nose to ease the ache in your head, made her think about it more. You nodded before letting the backside of your hand fall down and sit lazily on your cheek, looking back at her. Which she thought seemed adorable.

Technically she didn't wake you up. You didn't go to sleep just yet, but you were about to, so in your blank white noise but headache bothering mind, you just thought it was the same thing.

She knew you rarely took naps though. Even you admitted it. "If I do take a nap in the middle of the day, then there is something seriously wrong with me." Was something you had said in the past. And even if you did, most times its of the same situation.

"Do you have a headache, детка? (baby)" It stayed silent as your mind processed the sentence and you thought about telling her. But well, what's the point in not, anyway?

And so, with a basically pleading face that you can't resist doing because of the pain, you nod again. Being too tired to talk.

As soon as you moved your arms away from your body, she had moved to lay down on the couch with you, enveloping you gently in an embrace. You gratefully accepted it.

She places a soft kiss on your forehead before lowering down and touching it with hers. You sighed softly at the slightest of relief, even if it was a little. It was as if she was giving her peace of mind and sharing her calmness with you.

The redhead pulls back slightly, just to look into your eyes. Ones that were half closed, but she could still see the beauty in them, as you could see hers in her soft gaze.

You then hid your head in the crook of her head, taking in the warmth.

"Better?" She whispered, loud enough for you to hear, and breaking the silence only slightly.

"Mhm," all you did was hum quietly.

You didn't need medicine. Not right now. It's not that severe, but from the way your headache had faded away just a bit more, she was your medicine.

All you needed was her.

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Here's my interpretations of all the OOT sages!! I have closeups of each sage and my thoughts behind their headcanon design changes below ^_^ (im alsooooo thinking of selling these as stickers if i ever figure out my silhouette)

Zelda

I headcanon Zelda is half Hylian half Sheikah with Impa being their aunt (mother’s sister, mother being full Sheikah and died when Zelda was young)

I also hc Zelda/Sheik as either transmasc or gender fluid depending on the interpretation of OOT I’m using, in this art Zelda is gender fluid and since I’m talking about sheik and Zelda a lot here I’ll just use they/them

Combined Zelda’s design with Sheik’s to make it more believable that they’re the same person this includes:

A skin color closer to Sheik’s concept art

Heterochromia, which is why sheik was hiding one of their eyes (and Zelda was forced to wear contacts or use magic to hide being half Sheikah post civil war)

Hylian pointed ears, another characteristic sheik had to hide (more info under Impa’s notes)

Lighter blond hair to be closer to Sheikah white hair

Sheik’s eye shape and eyebrows

Textured long hair, sheik would have a braid like in smash bros

Not pictured but if sheik is broad shouldered and muscular, then so is Zelda!!!!

Big forehead Zelda truther

Impa

Shares some traits with Zelda since I hc them as being related such as similar nose shape, eye shape, and skin tone

Textured hair styled into locs, tied into a short ponytail

Sheikah pointed ears, since Sheik hides their ears I thought it would be fun to have another different characteristic between the human races such as differing ear shapes. If Sheik showed their ears it would be a giveaway that they are not fully Sheikah

The rest is basically the same

Rauru

Rauru is perfect as he is all I did was give him spots on his skin to give him more accurate skin of an older person

Saria

So one thing I hc about Saria is that she was Link’s caretaker/mother figure in OOT so my main goal was to make her look childlike but have a more mature face

So I gave her rounder cheeks and made her smaller compared to everyone else and gave her larger eyes and a button nose but I also gave her some lines around her eyes to suggest age, I also gave her thinner eyebrows similar to a kid

I changed her eyes to brown bc I’m tired of all these blue eyed characters, there’s a severe drought of brown eyed characters in tloz

I gave her freckles

Her ears are also pointed upwards. I think the great deku tree did his best to make the kokiri look Hylian especially for link’s sake but he couldn’t get the ears right and they turned a little more animal-like since they live in the middle of the forest and are used to animals than humans. So kokiri look identical to Hylian children except the one difference is their ears being a different shape

Everything else is basically the same

Ruto

RUTOOOOOO ‼️‼️‼️‼️💕💕💕💕💕💕💕‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️💕💕💕💕

Her size is much larger bc why are all the royal male zora 20 stories high but not the female zora, she would be almost as tall as Darunia at this age

I changed her eyes to be like all the other zora, it’s weird all the other zora have full color eyes yet she has human eyes 😭😭 you can tell the Zelda team was terrified about being called monster fuckers by committing fully to making Ruto have all the same traits as other zora

I also gave her freckles and added more spots on her to give her more texture and bc I love the way the Majora’s mask zora look

I haven’t drawn her body so I don’t have itemized changes but I’d make a couple more changes, other than that she’s perfect. Only smaller changes were made to just make her more zora-like than the design the devs used bc they were scared of idek what. Women can be beasts and monsters!!!! Cowards

Nabooru

Nabooru had the most changes besides Zelda but technically Zelda was a mash of two designs rather than fixing all of the issues with Nabooru’s design

My goal was to make her look like an actual person rather than a caricature such as changing her over exaggerated nose to be a hooked nose, removing the white on her lips, etc. If there is anything I need to change about my new design for her please let me know, I want to keep her recognizable without using the harmful designs the devs gave her

I gave her a darker skin color and gave her moles

I toned her red hair so that it looks more natural

I haven't fully decided on her clothes but considering she's in the desert i gave her long sleeves esp bc the area you find her in has crazy sandstorms

I'm still deciding if i keep her yellow eyes or not, i like their contrast and how it matches her eyeshadow but also I want more brown eyed characters

Darunia

The one big change about Darunia is making him more animal like by giving him more of a snout and a dog-like nose. I don't like how Gorons are designed in games like twilight princess and the white lips they have in majora's mask so my main goal was for him to just seem more animalistic and non-human

i also added lighter color around his nose area to suggest age similar to a dog

nothing else changes other than that

[soulofapatrick]

Not What I Thought - Henry Fox x Male Reader

Summary: You meet Henry at Philip and Martha's wedding to find you're both as enthralled by the other as the other

Words: 2.1k 

Warnings: None really, almost smut but interrupted

Notes: Henry and Alex from RWRB have taken over my life 🤣🤣🤣

Y/N’s POV

To say that I wasn’t absolutely shitting myself would be a lie as I step out of the limo with Alex, my older brother, and Nora, the vice president’s daughter. Usually, Alex and Nora would take this job but mother wanted me to start getting out into the spotlight and making a name for myself as Alex is about to start running the campaign in Texas and June has officially become a speech writer for the Whitehouse while I’ve done nothing. I’m only just eighteen and I have the whole world knowing my name which is rather daunting, but, not as daunting as this…

Buckingham Palace is fucking huge, and gold and full of fancy shit that I don’t know the name of. I’m not even sure why I said yes to this. Alex is grumbling and rolling his eyes about how snobbish and pretentious Prince Henry is while Nora is basically bouncing as she walks, full to the brim with excitement, as she drags my stumbling self behind her to line up and greet the royal family as they enter the hall. Or ballroom. I’m not sure, all these rooms are too big to distinguish them. 

Prince Philip and his new wife, Martha, look to be the snobbish ones, noses upturned and voice articulate as they shake hands with every important member of governments and royal connections in this line. He looks at us three like we’re the dirt under his shoes and shakes Alex’s hand like he has the plague before skipping me entirely and greeting Nora with a little better attitude. Next is Bea, the middle child and the wild child from what I hear. She’s pleasant if somewhat reserved but she greets the three of us like we’re long lost childhood friends reuniting and it leaves a warm feeling in my chest even if I don’t actually swing that way. She’s waltzing Nora away before anyone can say anything and suddenly I’m face to face with beauty. 

Prince Henry. He stands tall - taller than Alex - and regal amidst the opulent surroundings of Buckingham Palace. His blond hair impeccably styles, the locks sweeping messily back from his forehead with natural elegance. The subtle curl at the ends softens his appearance, giving him an approachable air despite his royal stature. The rich hue of his hair contrasts perfectly with his fair, porcelain complexion. His eyes, a light shade of blue that seems to hold a depth of emotions, are set beneath finely arched eyebrows. They radiate a mixture of curiosity, kindred and a hint of despair - a combination that makes it hard to look away. 

His features are finely chiseled, with a strong jawline that adds a touch of masculinity to his ethereal beauty. His lips, full and oh so inviting, seem to hold a natural grace that could effortlessly break into a smile or a quick teasing grin. His tailored suit fits him like a second skin, emphasising his lean build and hinting at a strength beneath the refined exterior. The way he carries himself, with an air of confidence tempered by genuine interest in those around him, makes it easy to see why he captures the attention of all who meet him despite Alex’s stories of how entitled and narcissistic he is. 

As his voice reaches my ears, it’s warm and inviting, breaking through the nervousness that has settled within me, “Good evening,” He says, his tone polite but not distant, “I don’t believe we have had the pleasure of meeting before. May I have your name?” 

His hand, when he extends it for a handshake, is warm and firm, his grip confident yet not overpowering. There’s a sincerity in the ay he clasps my hand, a fleeting connection that carries a sense of genuine interest. As his blue eyes meet mine, I can’t help but feel that beneath all the rumours I’ve heard and the expectations, there’s a complexity to Prince Henry that is both intriguing and captivating. 

“Y-your majest- Oh no! Your royal highness-“ Alex facepalms from beside me, watching me fumble over my words as my brain displays images of Henry pressing me up against the nearest wall and having me any way he likes, “Y-Y/N. It’s Y/N Claremont-Diaz.” 

“Well,” His eyes seemed to have darkened as they sweep over me once, not in the same way Philip did, and oh fuck me. I am not going to make it through this evening if he keeps looking at me like that, especially when he leans in close, breath hot against my cheek, “I hope to see you later.”

As quickly as he appeared, Henry is gone, and Alex is at my side, steering me toward the bustling ballroom where the after party is in full swing. Amidst the crowd, Alex seems to vanish in search of alcohol, leaving me to navigate the sea of unfamiliar faces. My eyes find Nora, her laughter blending with Bea's in a way that suggests they've been friends for years. I decide to do what I do best, explore without getting seen, blend into the shadows and find a quiet spot where no-one will disturb me, except maybe Amy who is my PPO for the day. Deciding to retreat into my comfort zone, 

I slip away quietly, becoming a shadow in the corners of the palace. It doesn't take long before I stumble upon a room, a hidden oasis amidst the grandeur, filled with books. Floor-to-ceiling shelves line the walls, laden with leather-bound volumes and dusty tomes. The soft glow of sconces illuminates the space, casting an inviting warmth that contrasts with the glitz and glamour outside. I step further into the room, running my fingers over the spines of the books. It’s mesmerising, the sheer collection of knowledge and stories tucked away in here. For a moment, I forget about the grand event unfolding just beyond these walls. I lose myself in the comfort of solitude and the intoxicating scent of aged pages. 

Just as I’m lost in my thoughts, the door creaks open, and I spin around to face the intruder, expecting to be Amy or Alex, having found me finally. But the sight that greets me is anything but ordinary. Henry stands there, his presence no longer commanding but somehow ordinary, like another person in the streets. His blue eyes meet mine, and there’s a shared understanding that in this moment neither of us are from royalty or fame, we are just Y/N and Henry. 

“You are an enigma, nothing at all how I imagined.” He tells me, quietly closing the door and making his way over to me, gesturing to the sofa. I sink straight into the plush cushions, Henry sitting on my left, one leg tucked under himself and arm flung over the back of the sofa, expression open and I have to adjust my seat imagining pushing him back and kissing him breathless. 

We exchange banter, light teasing, and the kind of easy conversation that’s reserved for moments of genuine connection. Henry’s flirting is subtle, a glint in his eyes and a playful quirk to his lips. It’s a dance of words that feels both exhilarating and comfortable, as if we’ve known each other for far longer than just a few hours. 

But then there’s a pause, a fleeting moment where the air between us changes. It’s as if time is holding its breath, our eyes locked, and the room is charged with a palpable tension. And then, in an instant, the atmosphere shifts again. It’s a surge, a magnetic pull that neither of us can resist and as if guided by an unseen force, we’re both leaning forwards, closing the distance between us. Our lips meet in a kiss that’s hesitant, testing the waters to see if awe are both wanting the same thing. It’s a slow exploration, a gentle press of lips that converts a shared curiosity and a mutual yearning. There’s a softness to the touch, a tentative dance that feels both intimate and tender. 

The hesitation doesn’t last long. As if a dam has been breached, the atmosphere between us surges with an irresistible pull. Henry’s lips mould against mine with more urgency, his hand finding it’s way to the curve of my cheek as if he’s trying to memorise every contour and scar. I respond in kind, my fingers threading through the soft strands of his hair, a silent invitation for him to come closer. And he does. The kiss deepening, a dance of desire and longing, a magnetic force that draws us closer until there’s hardly any space between us. 

I feel the shift as Henry’s hand traces the line of my jaw, his touch igniting sparks along my skin. And then, suddenly, the world tilts as he pushes me back onto the sofa, not dissimilar to the way I was picturing doing it to Henry. There’s a controlled urgency in his movements as he claims over me, body hovering just out of touch and the sensation is electrifying. Our lips collide once more, a collision of passion and aching want. It's a fervent dance of tongues and shared breaths that leaves me dizzy and craving more. His hands, exploratory and confident, trace the contours of my chest and shoulders. The path they leave in their wake is seared with fire, a trail of sensations that has me arching into his touch. 

As the kiss deepens, I can’t help but let my own desires take over. My hands, emboldened by need, glide down his back until they reach his waist and I pull him down to close the achingly large gap between us, drawing a whimper from me as his hips brush against mine just right. 

“Jesus, you know exactly what you want, don’t you?” Henry pants, breaking the kiss to focus his gaze on my shirt with an annoyed expression. His lean fingers with the buttons on my shirt, his touch almost impatient in it’s eagerness to explore what lies beneath. He looks breathtaking, hovering above me, honey hair mused and blue eyes glazed with want and abandon. 

I can’t stop myself reaching up and tangling my hand in those locks, grumbling, “You talk to much.” Before yanking him down into a bruising kiss. My hips raising up to meet his, causing a delicious friction that has me swallowing the sounds Henry makes, his hips rocking to meet mine. 

“Y/N, I told you not to-oh my god.” Amy is turning around and walking back outside, closing the door with a meaningful clearing of her throat. Henry is scrambling off of me and to his feet, eyes wide as if he’s realising what we’ve done and there’s a sinking feeling in my gut. I sit up, adjusting myself, the suit pants doing not much to ease he uncomfortableness and trying to make myself a little more presentable, keeping my head bowed away from his royal highness. 

“Oh no, no, no,” Henry is appearing between my legs, doing nothing to help my problem, those fantasy inducing fingers gripping my thighs higher than they should be, “Y/N Claremont-Diaz, you are a pleasure and I do hope we can see each other again. I would…” He pauses, looking up at me through hooded lashes and his right hand shifting even higher and a strangled sound escapes my throat, “I would like to see more of you.” 

“Fuck.” I’m letting my head fall back, the dull pain from the couch frame helping ease my raging erection that is currently being groped by someone I never thought. I think I get whiplash when Henry pops the button on my suit pants, “Hen- fuck… Henry, Alex is looking for me…. We don’t… we don’t have-“

“There you are Y/N!” The door bursts open and Alex stops short, eyes wide and jaw almost hitting the floor before he screeches, “HENRY?!” 

“Alex-“ 

“OF ALL PEOPLE? YOU PICK HENRY?” He’s staring bug eyed while Henry is still kneeling there, worry on his soft features. 

“Get out.” I grumble at my older brother who just rolls his eyes and focuses his gaze on a very red in the face Prince. 

“You hurt him, I hurt you.” Then Alex is gone with a half hearted slam of the door. 

I’m gripping Henry’s chin between my thumb and forefinger, guiding his gaze to mine to see the same nervousness and intensity in them. He parts his lips when my thumb ghosts over his plump bottom one and I think I die and go to heaven right then and there. 

“Where were we?’ He murmurs, guiding my hand to his hair again and yeah, I’m dead. How the fuck did I get the Prince of England to want me back in the span of four maybe five hours? I’m not gonna question it, just gonna take it as it is. 

Fuck Me.

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ough. the implication that if the gaang had found zuko later in the lee from the tea shop au that he'd just be fucked. prince zuko never makes it out of ba sing se.

it's so deliciously fucked up.

like, it's obviously not the path i'm going because like. the slow recovery from the brainwashing? chef's kiss. love that shit. but just. thinking for a moment of a world where katara never visits that tea shop. prince zuko just vanishes from history entirely.

katara and sokka visit ba sing se. they're in their late twenties. they're visiting the middle ring when a little black-haired girl basically just barrels into katara. her father hurries over and scoops her up, and apologizes. i am so sorry. she wasn't watching where she was going. izumi, apologize to these nice people.

katara laughs and assures him it was no big deal. he looks faintly familiar, but not in a way she can place. she tells him that his daughter is very pretty, and he beams with pride. he introduces himself as lee. he owns a tea shop in the middle ring. you two should come by sometime. he'll give you a free cup as an apology.

and well. sokka's never said no to free. so of course they visit the tea shop. he honors his free cup of tea promise. katara is very pregnant with tenzin at the time and is happy to make a new mom friend in the form of lee's equally pregnant wife, jin. they talk over tea, and have a lovely time.

katara recommends the tea shop to everyone. she feels a little guilty the first time she brings aang there. oh. she really should have warned lee first. it's easy to forget sometimes, just how famous her husband is. they end up never visiting ba sing se without visiting the tea shop. lee and jin become their friends- and honestly? they're kind of lifesavers. neither of them mind babysitting at the drop of a hat. their two daughters- izumi and meiko- become friends of their own children in the process.

meiko surprises everyone by firebending.

it's fine, though. everyone knows there's no way jin would be unfaithful. it's probably just one of those weird quirks that happens sometimes. and hey- they know a lot of great firebending teachers who can help her. lee is so proud of his youngest daughter- he's proud of both of his daughters, really. he's a great dad.

("i learned a lot from my own father," lee tells them, "-he was a great man.")

lee and jin have a third child on the way. the gaang makes sure to drop in when she's near her due date. they've just entered the shop when they hear a crash from the back, and they all rush into the kitchen. jin is on the floor, clutching her stomach. katara realizes what's happening and barks out orders. it's a breech baby. don't worry, katara assures her. i can handle this.

it's a boy. his eyes are pure gold. she hands the newborn to his father, and lee takes him and looks at him with wonder in his face. he kisses his forehead and thanks katara. he crouches next to jin, and they marvel at their son together. lee brushes his hair out of the left side of his face and-

-katara abruptly realizes they'd never seen the left half of his face before. he was burned in a house fire when he was a child, she knows.

he does have a burn. it's stretched over the left half of his face, forcing his left eye into a thin slit. his eyebrow is missing. his left ear is crumpled. the patch right around his eye is redder than the rest of it. it's a scar she would know anywhere.

it's zuko's scar.

[sunnynwanda]

Something Blue

Warnings: I assume none, but if you notice something, let me know! Light angst romance, basically. Heavily based on/ inspired by VOILÀ - Something blue.

The wind is harsh against Villain’s face, prickling his skin with each cold blow. The crisp air bites into his lungs, filling them alongside the deep-settled tightness. When Villain reaches the central square, the sun is high in the sky, but the air lacks the warmth expected from a spring day. She hates it when the noons are this chilly.

The square is already full to the brim, a good half of the city there to witness Hero’s wedding. She’s always been a crowd favourite, and the groom being the mayor’s son only brought more publicity to the event. And Villain… Villain would never be good enough. He hisses at the annoying voice in the back of his head to quiet. The same voice that prompted him to leave before she could, to let her go before he got hurt. He takes in the grandeur of the cathedral, its enormous oak doors decorated with flower arrangements. It looks magnificent. She hates big weddings and magnolias.  

It doesn’t take much time to round the square and sneak into the cathedral through a back door. The reality of it all seems to hit Villain much harder once he steps inside. Coming here today was a bad idea. Villain’s fingers curl into fists, his breathing coming out in frantic huffs as he climbs the stairs. A part of him considers turning around right this instant, but he doesn’t allow himself to. Not today. He won’t be a coward again. 

He walks past several ajar doors before coming to a halt in front of the only closed one. With a deep breath, Villain pushes it open. Hero is standing in front of a full-length mirror, and she looks stunning. His breath hitches in his throat, every single thought leaving his mind the second his eyes lock onto her form. She doesn’t seem to notice him yet, so he shuts the door behind his back, careful not to make any noise as he steps closer. She keeps fidgeting with the hair framing her face in soft brown waves. She hates having her hair up.

Villain stops behind her, his mind racing. He rakes a hand through his hair, brushing the dark strands back from his forehead, and before his brain can comprehend what he’s doing, his arm wraps around her middle, pulling her back against his chest. 

“You look beautiful,” his voice murmurs against her ear. Hero shudders, her eyes flying up to meet his gaze through the mirror. Her lips press into a thin line. Don’t do this to me. Villain’s arm tightens around her. “Absolutely ravishing.”

“Don’t lie,” Hero leans back into him, allowing her head to rest against his shoulder. “White was never my colour. Good thing I don’t own this dress.” She shrugs, her tone a tad too impassive for his liking. 

Villain lets out a light chuckle, yet his sharp eyes remain pained. He wouldn’t give a damn what she wore if only it was him with her. “It’s something borrowed then?” 

“What?” Hero tilts her head to look at him, still wrapped in his arms. Her eyebrow raises quizzically, when he doesn’t loosen his hold. She hates the way his body fits against hers so well.   

“You know how that thing goes? Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue.” Villain lists, not registering when his thumb starts rubbing soothing circles into her forearm. 

She laughs, but it doesn’t reach her hazy brown eyes. Villain’s chest tightens as he watches her expression. He loved how her eyes would shine, and her nose would scrunch when she laughed with her full heart. How she laughed with him.

“I'm the old, and he's the new,” he explains, pausing to swallow the lump of emotions in his throat. “And since he gave you the borrowed dress, I figured it should be me that gives you something blue.”

Hero’s heart slams against her ribcage with a savage force. She wants to push him away, to yell at him, to demand for him to leave and never show his face again after how he abandoned her for idiotic reasons. Instead, her teeth sink into the inside of her cheek. “Oh?”

“Remember the time when I bought you a locket in the flea market?” Villain recalls, watching her breathing pattern go from frenzied to still. Hero goes rigid in his arms, her irises blown wide, not daring to take a breath in for fear of losing it entirely. “Where did it go?”

“I- I must have lost it,” her voice is small, words tumbling off her lips almost unconsciously. 

“Feels symbolic, don’t you think?” Villain’s hands leave her body as he pulls the locket with a blue stone embedded in its ornaments out of his pocket. He moves her hair to the side and fastens the clasp, his fingers brushing against the side of her neck in a tender touch. He gulps, his darkened eyes locking onto the reflection of her watering ones. “Like losing your love and having to watch it.”

He can’t stop himself as his head dips into the crook of her neck, eyebrows furrowing when his lips leave a lingering kiss against her bare shoulder, sending a chill of goosebumps along her spine. 

Hero lets out a shaky exhale, averting her eyes from the mirror. She hates that he is here. She hates that he’s wearing a black suit with a white shirt. She hates that he looks dashing, too. She hates how perfect they look together. She hates how he could… “It’s cold for a wedding, isn’t it?” 

Villain withdraws despite his reluctance, his fingers twitching to take hold of her again until he wraps his arm around her waist. “Are your feet getting cold?” He attempts to sound lighthearted, but the quiver of his voice gives it all away. 

Hero shakes her head, her dejected expression wrenching Villain’s heart in a way he didn’t think possible before. “They were never warm in the first place.” 

He doesn’t know how to take that. He doesn’t know how to take any of this anymore. It feels like the sky is shattering over his head, burying him alive.

“There's something I must confess,” Hero whispers as if saying it louder would mar the sanctity of the cathedral walls. She disentangles from Villain’s arms, stepping towards the door as Canon in D begins playing. “I wish it was you instead.”

She offers him one last glance before stepping out the door, a trembling hand clasped over her mouth to keep the sobs raking through her body from escaping. 

Her words echo in Villain’s mind like a tocsin as he rushes through the doors, only to catch a glimpse of her as she begins walking down the aisle. He walks in, remaining at the doors as she reaches the altar. He knows he should wait on the priest to give him the time to speak, but his stomach is in knots, adrenaline rushing through his blood like a fire ready to burn the damn church down.  

Dearly beloved, we're gathered here today…

“To watch a big mistake,” Villain’s voice booms through the nave of the cathedral, reflecting off of the vault and spilling down onto the guests’ heads, which snap to stare at him as he steps forward. 

“I'm not gonna hold my peace,” Villain meets Hero’s tormented gaze, her throat closing in as she sees his face contorted in a mixture of pain and desperation. “I’m not gonna…” He pauses, his breath hitching when the flames reach his chest, burning a hole through his lungs. “What I mean to say is, my feelings haven't changed.” 

Hero’s blood runs cold. She’s frozen in place, watching him approach her with an unreadable expression while her groom growls something in her ear with a displeased expression. For better or for worse, Villain can’t hear what he’s saying to her. 

He knows coming here today was a bad idea. Watching Hero today was supposed to desecrate whatever was left of his heart, to wreck the shrine of her in his chest, to utterly and wholly rip him apart.

But...

But then she takes his hand, meeting his pleading gaze as tears brim her eyes. Villain brings her hand up, pressing it to his lips before pulling her towards him as they sprint down the aisle. He leads her out through the same back door he came through and along narrow sidestreets away from the crowded square. By the time her groom stops throwing a fit, Hero is in Villain’s car as he drives them out of the city, his hand still clutching hers tightly. He brings it up to his lips again, turning to look at Hero, cast in the afternoon sun. She looks otherworldly with her hair down, playing in the wind.

“White is absolutely your colour,” he mutters softly, his eyes darting down to his shirt on her, her dress left somewhere along the road.

Hero snorts, shaking her head as she shifts closer, leaning her head on his shoulder, her hand in his tight hold. He still can’t wrap his head around the events of the day, but he can lace his fingers through hers. He can kiss the tip of her nose and make her scrunch it as she giggles. He can kiss her smiling lips over and over again. He can pull her into his chest and hold her close to his heart.

Villain will be damned if he lets go again.

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[kichona-s]

Hereby requesting facial structure rant

ok for those who dont know this is reference to my post where i cry about george's beautiful fucking face at 2am

this is pretty fucking specific and also pretty long so i wont clog your tl with it so its under the cut

OK FOR GEORGE. Personality and everything else aside he has my most favourite face out of the entire grid (sorry guanyu) BECAUSE. LOOK AT HIM. THERE SO MANY NICE ANGLES AND ITS SO NICE AN LONG AND HIS CHEEKBONES??? THE JAW??? his nose also fits his face really nicely ok but the key is to not look at him head-on you need to get the side profiles and the 3/4 views because FUCK. i love so much theres so many points of interest for his face also his chin juts out really strong which looks lowkey kinda funny in some pictures but it really adds to the whole angleley bony face structure he has going on anyway. george my number 1 fav face the only thing im not a big fan of are his ears rip theyre too round for the whole angular coherency BUT THATS FINE IDC

MOVING ON TO MAX VERSTAPPEN (this is not done in a ranking order btw i havent drawn the whole grid so i cant properly rank everyone) ok like im gonna be real with yall. i thought he was fucking ugly as shit when i first got into f1. like i looked at his photo and was like ??? ig he wins a lot lmao OK BUT THEN LIKE A FEW MONTHS AGO I KEPT GETTING MAX STUFF ON MY TIKTOK FYP AND I WAS LIKE. HOLD ON. HIS PERSONALITY KINDA CUTE ASF. ok yea basically i gaslit myself into loving his face (either that or charles possessed me). for max im way too drawn to his lips (@loquarocoeur bro u know this lmfao) and ngl anyone who read the notes in my face breakdown u could probably tell but i love his lips??? so much??? gonna keep it pg here but he should suck on more things other than the twisty redbull can straw things

still on max but i really like how fucking square his face is. its so refreshing to draw. also did you notice that he has a small ass forehead?? bc he does. he looks wrong when i draw his forehead too big its kinda funny (looking at YOU oscar). i also really like his ear shape? it bends pretty low so it looks kinda cute and i try to make sure i draw it properly lmfao. special note to when hes looking down but then his eyes look up and holy smokes it brings out his nose bridge and the eyebrow bone thing SO WELL???!! anyway i want to eat him

for oscar uh. his face is oval? i guess?? after all the oscars ive drawn youd think i have more to say but i dont :( his face is pretty and also sometimes a pain to get right but other than that nothing too much for me to rant about. OK BUT HIS HAIR??? LOVE HIS HAIR I LOVE THE FUCKING SWOOPY THING IT DOES (it also makes my life WAYYY easier bc i can just draw the swoop and most people know its oscar yay for good character design). also everyone is right he does look like a cat. a cat with a massive fucking forehead. also whenever i draw him i remember that hes only three years older than me and its pretty scary ngl! thats hitting a bit too close to home for my taste! hes cute though and ive definitely drawn some banger oscars so one love

NOW FOR LANDO WHOOOOIMABOUTAMAKEANAMEFORMYSELFHERE! ok firstly his face is like a V so i always need to remind myself to bring the sides of his face in more compared to oscar. also did you know his eyes are a bit lopsided? theyre on different parallel lines im telling you go look at the 2023 official driver photos its So Bad i want to cry (that was also my first introduction to him so. i thought he was fucking ugly too). his face is really interesting to draw especially with his eyebrows that fade in and out and are really fucking bushy in the middle LMAO. do i love his face? nah. is it fun to draw? yea pretty fucking fun ESPECIALLY because he somehow suits all the funny shit i wanna put him in like dresses and skirts and bikinis (and also @cx-boxbox is an enabler istg half of the landos ive drawn probably wouldnt exist without her) also his ears look pointy from certain angles and i think thats really cute so i always draw them pointy :))

for charles uh i dont like drawing his hair its a pain. nice face i guess

LASTLY MY ONE AND ONLY!! THE MAN WHO BREAKS ME OUT OF ARTBLOCK REPEATEDLY!!!! ZHOU GUANYU!!!!!!! he's just very cute to me i love his stupid fucking eyebags AND ALSO THE WAY HE SMILES IS ADORABLE I WANNA PASS OUT :(((((( i dont draw his non-chibi version as much bc whenever i do i feel the need to make him Perfect (because hes my fav yknow) so i tend to just. not do it. unless i need to cure my artblock then i draw him so idk hes like my pc reset button. anyway i love zhou and i love looking at pictures of zhou and if he doesnt get a seat next year i will probably cry. also shoutout to sweetcorn the bestest most adorablest cat (wins out jimmy and sassy btw i dont care sweetcorn is the best fight me)

comments questions and arguments are all encouraged i stand firm in my stances (for now at least we'll see again 6 months later)

[noahjustcried]

Sagacious (Service Top!Reader x Sub!Emily Prentiss)

part two of the slightly cohesive Shrewd series.

Warnings: NSFW MDNI 18+, Not gonna lie this one is raunchy, angst, period sex (I didn't spare any details so... if it makes you uncomfy DO NOT READ) , emily snaps at reader, gets kinda fluffy, emily sheds tears, reader being an adorably understanding bean

You were basically brain dead at the moment. The only sound that could be heard was the rushing of your blood in your ears. The only thing you could see was Emily with a blank look on her face but piercing eyes that told you exactly how she felt.

Emily had been short today. Aggravated even. And you couldn’t put your finger on why. Her steps were heavier as her heels clicked around the precinct while she gave orders and built a profile. She’d even dressed differently. Usually she’d throw in some sort of bold color to her outfits: a red shirt, a blue blouse, a cream sweater. But not today. Today she had on that black turtleneck, and black slacks. She looked ominous.

You weren’t allowed much time to analyze before she was barking orders at you and rushing you to the M.E.’s. You confirmed her stiff attitude with Penelope on the way to the examiner’s. 

She’d agreed Emily was acting pissy.

“You seem focused.” JJ muttered sarcastically when you got back to the precinct and immediately collided shoulders with some beat cop in the hallway.

“Like a laser.” You replied not even sparing her a glance as you passed by her.

The woman was harder to read than the Necronomicon when she wanted to be. And she hadn’t had an actual conversation with you in three days. You couldn’t reach her. Until you reached the hotel.

The brunette handed out everyone's key cards in the hotel lobby before making an excuse to take the next elevator claiming she’d forgotten her bag, though it was in your hand. You were standing away from the rest of the group glaring at a vending machine in the corner of the lobby and missed the interaction. Well you hadn’t missed it, you avoided it. And you weren’t glaring at the vending machine you were glaring through it at the reflection, Emily’s reflection.

“Y/L/N, are you gonna buy something or what?” Her voice had an edge to it, one you hadn’t earned.

You took a deep breath before replying. “I’m good," You turned on your heels and glared at her more directly. Your eyes scanned her figure then her face, “Are you?”

The older woman huffed dramatically, her shoulders falling and her hand came to rest against her forehead in what you could only assume was ever-building frustration. “I’m fine, here.” She stalked towards you, her footsteps still heavier than usual. She held out the card with the hotel’s logo printed on the front. You took the card between your index and middle finger.

“Emily...”

“Don’t start.” She interrupted before striding toward the elevator with you trailing after her.

“Em—“you tried again when the elevator started moving.

“For fucks sake, can you not!” She snaps. Her voice was pitched upwards and she was avoiding your gaze.

You cleared your throat before sucking your cheek between your teeth, chewing in thought.

“You’re frustrated.”

The woman trilled her lips, her palms came up to her face and she buried her face inside her hands. “I’m not frustrated, you just don’t seem to know how, or when to shut up.”

You raised your eyebrows, your lips were curling upwards. You could take her words personally but that wouldn’t benefit anyone right now. the doors slid open with a ding. You followed close behind her a few steps removed.

Your room was across from hers, perhaps just another way for her to keep an eye on you. she liked having you under her nose even if she didn’t claim you outwardly.

You watched her click her door open and without a second thought you handed her her bag before shoving her forward gently and basically forcing yourself into her hotel room. The door clicked shut behind you.

She had already opened her mouth to curse, yell, scream? You weren’t sure because the words never made it out of her mouth because you slapped your hand over it. When she brought her hands up to slap you away you nabbed her wrist continuing to back her up until she was in the center of the room, the bed a foot or two behind her.

You gestured for her to be quiet then dropped your hand from her pink lips. Your voice was soft yet assertive as you spoke. you stripped your jacket off your shoulders. “You are frustrated..or stressed. I don’t know you suck at communicating but the point is you are not fine. You have been bitchy, and combative all day if it isn’t one thing it’s another.”

“Bitchy?” Emily challenged. You could tell her repetition of the word was not due to a lack of clarity, it was a challenge, or mercy. A chance to take it back. You wouldn’t.

You bent down and ripped your loafers off your feet before shedding your overshirt, leaving you in a pair of patterned slacks, black socks and a black tank top. “Bitchy.” You reiterated. “And it got me thinking..."

"...Three days of silent treatment; I was left with nothing but time to ponder.” You grumbled, gathering the top layer of your hair and tying it behind your head.

“It didn’t click until I saw you getting all watery eyed on the elevator.” Emily was lost for words as she watched you fall to your knees in front of her. She knew what you were planning to do, and she couldn’t let you proceed. So, when your long fingers met her belt buckle she stopped you.

“I can’t.” She cracked. “I’m uh—” you waved her off.

“On your cycle? I know.” You nodded firmly your eyes meeting hers with nothing but lust, determination, and something much softer. “Let me take care of you.” You purred, pulling her belt free from the buckle and working on the button and zipper.

“Y/N,” she whimpered. Literally whimpered. “I’m bleeding, that’s unsanitary at the very least.”

“Emily.” you reassured. “I don’t care.” You tugged her pants down to her thighs then past her knees. “But if you say no we can stop right now and just go to sleep, or if you actually want to be alone I’ll leave right now just tell me what you need so I can help. Her eyes had begun to water again her lips pursed together as her hand came up to your cheek.

“You don’t have to do this, baby.” She whispered, sniffling immediately after.

“I want to. More than anything in the world. I want you, all of you everyday of the month, blood isn’t gonna get in the way of that, not for me.”

You watched her carefully scanning her tear stained face for the first time in days you saw that light in her eyes again. She nodded at you and you grinned a Cheshire grin.

You started with her shoes this time tugging them from her feet then doing the same to her pants and turtleneck she was near bare. Left in a navy blue bra and cotton panties to match.

“Tell me if it’s too much.” You muttered guiding her the last foot until her knees met the comforter and she took a seat.

You placed a kiss on each thigh. Before you reached for the waistband of her panties. She stopped you.

“I want them on.”

“Okay.” You smiled softly and instead of going with your original plan you placed a hand over her diaphragm and applied pressure ushering her into lying down.

“Just try to relax, darling.” You drawled letting your hand caress over her tummy. Rubbing against it as your other hand teased between her thighs which she had clamped shut. You sighed some frustration of your own trying to boil its way to the surface.

You brought your hand to her right bosom and gave a soft squeeze that left her knees trembling.

“Sensitive?” You inquired, slipping your fingers below the material and groping at the flesh again

This time you could feel her pebbled nipple scraping your palm. You ran a thumb over it, which sent a shiver down the older woman’s spine and made her clamped thighs fall apart slightly.

When you looked up at her face she was already looking down at you with her lip tucked between her teeth as she nodded in response.

You purred, dragging your hand further up her thigh with an open palm. Your left hand came to rest over her cotton covered mound, a curious thumb softly ghosting over her puffy labia. Your right thumb did something similar to her nipple.

A high hum vibrated from the older woman’s throat, a moan muffled by her bitten lips.

“You’re so beautiful, Emily.” You purred as you pinched her nipple gently. Sensitivity was fun, until it wasn’t and you didn’t want to hurt her, not in any way she wouldn’t enjoy, though it was entirely too soon.

You felt her cunt throb against your teasing thumb and smirked pushing her panties aside and parting her lips with two fingers. You smiled at the little string hanging from her entrance and leaned in experimentally. You inhaled, her sweet scent enveloped your nose. You placed a small kiss on her pink button and felt her thighs twitch.

“Emily?” You called. Voice barely above a whisper. Her head popped up from where she had relaxed it on the mattress. “Why don’t you go in the restroom and take this out for me, darling.”

You suggested softly while giving the string a minute tug. She looked as if she wanted to argue or maybe she didn’t believe you when you said you didn’t care.

She cleared her throat and sat up despite her reservations, which had nothing to do with you and everything to do with the fact she was overthinking. “I don’t know if—”

Your eyes darted to the wall behind her head. You felt it was time to reiterate your point. “Go in the restroom and take the tampon out so I can devour you the way you deserve, please.”

Emily’s eyebrows raised while you quirked your head daring her to challenge you. You sighed after another thirty seconds of staring. “Okay, you know what.” 

With that you rose on your knees to kiss her lips, your thumb making circles against her clit, causing her to moan into the kiss as you worked her up. Your lips slid from hers to her cheek then her jaw, you nipped at her ear lobe and felt her clit pulse, so you did it again and again until she wouldn’t stop pulsing against you. Her hands placed on the mattress propping her up as you worked her over with just your thumb and her swollen bundle of nerves until she was trembling at the touch.

“Three,” you whispered, brushing her clit faster. “Two,” she moaned out into the open air as you added more pressure, her eyes squeezed shut and her arms trembling under her weight. All while your pointer finger was wrapping itself in the string dangling from her entrance.

She was close. You could tell because her arms were faltering, about to give out any second and her legs kept trying to clamp shut around your torso, though you wouldn’t let her.

You watched her arms give out and her back arch, soon after her heels were digging into your back to pull you closer.

“Please.” She whimpered out.

“One.” You breathed and tugged the string until the bloody cloth was free and her legs clamped around you as your ministrations on her clit pushed her over the edge.

“Oh! Fuck!” She cried. You tossed the tampon in the nearest bin from where you were sitting and you grinned leaning forward to finally indulge.

Your tongue dipped into her entrance hungrily. The metallic taste not deterring you in the slightest. In fact, with the way you were slurping and sucking at her labia and entrance Emily was fairly convinced the taste was spurring you on, though she was more focused on the pleasure your tongue was bringing to her, and here she thought your fingers were amazing. Which , they are but this, this was something else and it was driving her crazy.

She hadn’t stopped cumming and her juices as well as your saliva were smeared across your face and beginning to drip past your jaw.

“You taste so good, baby.” You pulled away but only to use your fingers to spread her puffy pink folds apart.

“Holy Fuck!” She expelled before tumbling into another fit of moans as you sucked at her clit and flicked it with your skilled tongue rapidly. Her own hands came up to squeeze at her heaving breasts. You had to close your eyes or you’d have another accident like last time.

One of her hands tugged at your hair and ripped you away from her folds much to soon and Emily almost came again at the sight of you, your perfect hair messy and flowing between her fingers, your flexed jaw, and hungry tongue lapping up her blood and arousal that was smeared on your lips, your hands flexing on her thighs, and your dark eyes glassy and hazy mind only on one thing: her pussy.

The way you were eating her made her think you forgot that the organ was attached to an actual person.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” She whispered dragging you atop herself and leaning up to kiss your swollen, blood stained lips.

“Thanks, mami.” You breathed, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand ungraciously.

“Better now?”

A smirk slid across her cheeks as she chuckled. “Much.”

“Good.” Your hoarse voice breathed out resting your head on her milky thighs like the perfect forbidden pillow.

"You have to learn to let me take care of you. You can push me away as long and as far as you want, I will always be here to take care of you."

"Always?" came her broken whisper her eyes watering again as she brings her slender fingers to stroke through your hair and massage your scalp delightfully.

"As long as you'll have me. Until the day you can look me in the eyes and tell me that you want nothing to do with me. I'll be yours." You mumble confidently, planting an affectionate kiss on her thigh reveling in the feeling of her fingers stroking your scalp.

Her other hand comes up to her own face and swipes away the stray tears sliding down her cheeks as her heart flutters. "Okay." She replies softly pulling the covers up to cover the both of you your head under the blanket as you drift off to sleep with her fingers still stroking your hair as you rest on her thigh.

[dylan-duke]

Jack finding out about carter and Nico

tw: idiot then asshole jack

carter sits down in front of her two brothers letting out a breath,

"so i uh- i want to bring a plus one to the lake house this year," she says biting her lip.

jack beams as luke looks at her confused,

"i thought sierra was already coming?" jack rolls his eyes slapping luke in the back of the head,

"she meant a boyfriend you dummy," the middle hughes says. jack then turns back to carter, "sooo who is it? whats his name?"

"nico," she says face serious,

"really!" jack says, "how crazy he has the same name as our captain! do you think they'll become best friends?" luke brings his palm to his forehead as carter runs both of her hands through her hair trying not to pull on it,

"no jack. my plus one is going to be nico. nico hischier," jacks eyebrows furrow,

"but he's already got an invite. he's coming with nate, smitty and merc dog in july. you're going to be working here," luke groans taking the opportunity to slap jack on the back of the head,

"you idiot," the youngest groans, "she's bringing nico when she comes the week prior as her boyfriend," the middle hughes' jaw drops,

"wait you and- huh?" carter lets out a breath and shares a look with luke who just shrugs,

"he treats you right?" the youngest asks, watching as his sisters face morphs into a huge smile a small blush tinting her cheeks,

"yah he's the greatest," luke nods,

"cool well if quinny says it's ok then i'm fine with it," he then pushes up off the couch and looks between jack and carter, "he's an idiot," he says before he walks out of the room leaving a giggling carter behind.

once luke's bedroom door clicks shut behind him carter pushes out of her chair and sits down next to jack,

"jacky," she says softly,

"you're dating my captain," the middle child says matter-factly, "I basically hand this job to you and you ruin it by dating my captain!" carters jaw drops,

"excuse me?" she asks, "i was forced into this position by you jack rowden. i was perfectly happy with just doing my residency at Columbia, but you forced this upon me and here i am," jack scoffs,

"oh please," the middle hughes pushing himself up off the couch, "you're going to ruin your career and reputation with this carter," he snaps before turning and leaving the room; leaving a teary eyed and disappointed carter in his wake.

[vampzxi]

ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛ (ʀɪʀɪ x ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ!ғᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

author's note: this is like..super explicit (duh). i had to take so many breaks while writing LMFAO. also i wrote this in the middle of 2 severe tornado warnings and our power almost went out lol but it's wtv. let me know if you want to be tagged in the next one! enjoy :3 word count: 3020 summary: riri catches you with a vibrator basically. she makes you use it as she watches

tags: EXPLICIT, heavy nsfw, fingering, gagging, bottomfeeder riri, pillow princess reader, afab black reader, black!fem reader, stud riri, (slight) choking, masturbation, voyeurism, vibrator, oral sex, “touch-me-not” riri, degrading, brief mention of spanking, praise, dom riri, sub reader, dirty talk, kissing, they are very loud, teasing, thighs, slight spit mention, boob play, heavy cussing, overstimulation, slight crying, some humor, begging, throat fucking

it’s been weeks since riri last touched you. you couldn’t blame her; the fall semester was nearing its end, and she was swamped with homework. but that didn’t make you feel any less lonely.

she would give you kisses here and there, but it wasn’t enough to keep you at bay. you missed her— you needed her. you needed her lips trailing up and down your body. you needed to feel her on top of you as her breath tickled your neck. you needed her tongue down your throat. you needed to feel her hands slide down your pants as she-

your back arched with your fantasies as you pumped the vibrator in and out. you used your other hand to try and contain your moans, but your efforts were useless. the bed underneath you was sticky with sweat and other fluids. "riri…" you whimpered her name as you felt yourself nearing your edge. the toy vibrated inside you as your pace quickened. 

just as you were about to finish, you hear the door to your dorm unlock. heart dropping, you throw the blankets over you, stuff the toy in the drawer next to your bed, and pull your underwear up from your ankles. as you close the drawer, riri walks into your dorm. "hey, baby."

your breath stalls. "hey, ri," you say nervously as you sneak a glance at the pants you've long since abandoned in the corner of the room. "uhh, i thought you had class today?" you sit up straight, making sure to keep the blanket on your lap.

she shrugs her bag off and drops it on your desk as she sits at the foot of your bed, "i left early cause teach was pissing me off and--" she finally glances up at you, a puzzled expression on her face. "you good?" she asks as she slides her Forces off.

"huh?" you stare at her; "of course. why?" you gulp.

"your forehead all shiny n shit and you look like you just-" she points at you but pauses, cocking her head, "is that your phone?"

you open your mouth to ask what’s going on, but that’s when you hear it. because your heart was beating in your ears, you didn't notice it, but now that it's quiet, your heart drops. riri's attention is drawn to the faint buzzing coming from your drawer. as she looks at you, your face becomes hot. "i don't hear anything," you blurt out, avoiding eye contact.

"for real? shits been going off since i got here," she stands up and takes a step toward the drawer, "whatever it is, it’s in here."

as you watch her reach for it, a drop of sweat drips down your brow. shit, you thought. in a panic, you reach for and grab her hand. "no!"

"fuck is wrong with you?" riri’s eyebrows furrow in irritation. 

"uhh...you can't open that," you say, your mind racing with excuses.

"why the hell not?" she says as she pulls her hand away from your grip and crosses her arms. you could see her irritation growing, and you fumbled for an explanation. "what’s in there?"

"a…it’s a..uh.." you chuckle nervously, which only seemed to piss her off more. your smile drops and you look around the room, "it’s…it’s a..."

"you fuckin with me, right?"

"it’s a bomb!" you cover your face with your hands, scared to look riri in the eye. you didn’t want to face her when she blew up because you knew she hated being lied to. 

but, to your surprise, you hear muffled giggles coming from her. you look up at ri, puzzled, to see her face scrunched in laughter. looking at your baffled expression, she doubles over and laughs harder. she flops on your bed, continuing to giggle. "you funny as hell," she laughs as you cross your arms. 

"what the hell are you laughing at?" you ask, your face flushed. riri smiles at you as she reaches for the drawer again. you extend your hand to stop her, but her smile drops as her gaze hardens. that’s all you need to put your hand back down in embarrassment.

she pulls the wet vibrator out, trying to hold back another laugh. "i could hear your ass from damn near across the hall," she says, turning the toy off and tossing it on the bed as she sits next to you. "i told you that mouth would get you in trouble one day," riri leans closer to your face as you continue to sweat from humiliation.

"why ain’t you say anything when you first got here?" you splutter, not able to make eye contact. 

riri cups your chin with her hand and forces you to look at her; "i like to watch you squirm," she says before releasing your face and snatching the blanket off of you, revealing your damp underwear and the pool of fluids beneath you. "so damn needy," she smirks as she looks down at the sticky sheets under you.

she looks back at you, the eye contact making you squirm under her gaze. "i wouldn’t be so needy if you actually paid attention to me," you huff. 

riri raises an eyebrow, "you catching an attitude with me?" 

before you can fix your mouth to argue, she swings her leg over you and sits in your lap. ri's hand wraps around your neck, pressing her lips against yours. a soft moan slips out of your mouth into hers as she sticks her tongue past your lips and kisses you sloppily. her minty breath washes over you as she continues to kiss you with her hand around your throat. riri lightly squeezes the sides of your neck, making the sheets beneath you wetter. 

she pulls away abruptly, leaving your lips cold. ri leans against you and presses her lips to your ear, applying light pressure to your throat. your spine tingles as you feel her breath on your neck. "don’t get shy, now. tell me what you want." your heart is racing, and you can feel the heat between your bodies. her gaze returns to you as she leans back, her hand still resting on your neck.

"i…" you murmur, looking down. "i want you." 

riri presses into your throat, making you gasp. "you know i don't do that mumble shit. i couldn't hear you, ma," you look up at her, a slight grin on her face, "besides, you had no problem telling our entire hall what a whore my girlfriend is."

the longer you looked at her, the tighter the knot in your stomach became. you bite your bottom lip as her amber eyes gleam with desire. you inhale, "i want you to... touch me."

"come on, baby," riri shifts in your lap, "you gon have to be more specific than that. ian asking nicely next time."

you huff out of frustration and gulp. "i want you to fuck me. i need you, ri." 

"there you go, baby, she says with a smile as she tenderly kisses you. she then reaches for your underwear and tugs at the waistband, saying, "yeah, i need these gone."

you arch your back as she slides your underwear off and tosses them in the same corner as your long abandoned pants. you try to close your legs to hide your wet front, but riri pulls them apart and lets out a low chuckle. "nah, baby, let me see you." she inspects your wet entrance by running her finger along it. sensitive, you tuck a whimper under your lip. ri slips her finger into her mouth, tasting you. your core tightens as her eyes land back on your vibrator.

"you said you wanted me to touch you, yeah?" her playful gaze returns to you. you nod slowly, and riri shakes her head, "use your words, ma. beg."

"you're gonna have to make me," you say, smiling as a flash of irritation crosses her face. 

"ohh, don’t worry," riri leans over you, "i will." you smirk and bite your lip in anticipation.

she leans down, and her breath fans against your neck as you sharply inhale. "you get yourself a lil toy and think you hot shit, huh?" she presses her knee against your crotch, eliciting a low moan from you.

riri pulls her knee back, a wet spot on her grey sweatpants. you wrap your arms around her, trying to pull her closer to you. but she wriggles out of your grip and laughs. "nah, you got it," she says, reaching for the vibrator and holding it out to you.

"what’s this for?" you ask, perplexed. you try to hand it back to her, but she shakes her head and laughs.

"oh, you know what it's for," she says as she leans back and crosses her arms, "you said you wanted me to fuck you, yeah? do it yourself."

"huh?" you splutter, "ri, baby, i was playing. please."

"nah, you got it, ma," she repeats, "put on a show for me. let me see how you was doing it when i wasn’t here."

you want to object, but you don't want to think about what ri would do if you did. as you reach down and align the toy with your entrance, your face warms. riri's hungry eyes were following your every move, and you were embarrassed to admit how much it turned you on. you press the silicone toy against your clit and turn it on. the low buzzing caused you to jump slightly, but you rub it against your entrance. you throw your head back and use your free hand to stifle a moan.

"hey" riri’s voice makes your head snap back up, "move your hand. let me hear that pretty mouth, baby."

you could cum from her words alone. you move your hand from your mouth and slide it up your shirt, grabbing at your chest. a loud moan was forced from you as you slipped the vibrator into your throbbing pussy. riri’s eager eyes follow your hand as you pump the toy in and out of you. her gaze makes your pace quicken and the sloppy, wet noises of the vibrator sliding in and out of your pussy make her anxious to touch you. she sits motionless in the bed's corner, watching, even though it's clear she would love nothing more than to slurp up your juices. you press the button on your vibrator again, making it buzz louder and faster. your body trembles and your chest heaves as the humming fills the air. as riri grows more and more greedy, you pull your shirt off to reveal your breasts and play with them. 

"riri…" you whine, your hips bucking up to the vibrator. you push it further into your g-spot, making you pant and moan more.

"how many times has my name left your mouth while you fucking yourself?" she asks, eyes never leaving your pussy, "so much of a whore that just my name alone can get you off?"

"i..." you try to respond, but your core tightens even more as you play with yourself. as she stands up, riri slides down her sweatpants to reveal her arousal dripping down her toned legs. your hands start to move more quickly as the sight of her wet thighs and boxers nearly send you over the edge. sweat trickles down your brow as you pinch your nipple and your pumps become sloppy.

"tell me how bad you want me," riri leans over your face, her braids tickling your nose, "no more of that attitude shit. keep playing with me and i’ll make you cum without touching you."

"please… riri," you breathe, "i need you. i won’t do it again, i’ll be good. i’ll cum for you– i’ll do whatever you want. just please," you suddenly cry out as the vibrator hits your g-spot again, "please touch me." you blurt out.

riri smiles and slides back onto the bed. you moan as she grabs your vibrator and flips you over onto your stomach. she moves quickly into you, arching two slender fingers against your core. you cry out as she pumps her digits into you. she takes her hand and slaps your ass as she continues to finger you, your ass burning from her touch as you yell. "yeah, take that shit. let everyone know who you belong to," her thumb presses on your quivering clit.

"riri," you pant, gripping the sheets, "i’m bout to–i’m gonna–"

she slides a third finger into you and fucks you with more vigor. she arches them into your core, relentless. pleasure courses through your body as your moans echo through the room. "good fucking girl, ma."

that’s enough to send you over the edge. you yell out as your cum leaks onto her fingers. she pulls them out and licks them as you pant. riri leans over you and presses kisses onto your back, cooing praises, "thank you baby, you did so good," she kisses your neck, "i missed you so much." her approval sends waves through you, making you wet all over again. 

you roll over to face her, and she dips down to kiss you. you taste yourself on her lips as her hand travels to your breasts. you gag on her tongue as she sticks it down your throat, smiling at the sounds you make. she takes one of your boobs and squeezes it. as she circles her finger around your tender nipple, you sigh into her mouth.

as she breaks off the kiss, riri bites your bottom lip, leaving a spit-trail in her wake. you put your knee to her crotch, relishing the moan that slips out of her mouth. you grin as she looks down at you, "got time for one more?" you ask, looking into her eyes. 

"i got all the time in the world, baby," she leans down and envelops your nipple into her mouth while she uses her hand to rub your front. you arch your back and bite back a groan as riri’s finger circles your clit.

she grabs your chin, pulling it down to look at her as her other hand continues to press against you. "open up," she says. you obey, opening your mouth as she takes her soaked hand from your pussy. she shoves two of her fingers down your throat. you gag and choke on her fingers, tears streaming down your face as she thrusts them in and out of your mouth. she pulls them out with a wet pop and grins at you. "good girl," she purrs, her other hand returning to its former position between your legs. your mind goes blank as she pumps her fingers inside of you, your body shaking with pleasure. you moan around her fingers still in your mouth, longing for release. she pulls them out and you gasp for air, but before you can recover, she shoves deeper, making you gag again. "wider," she commands, and you obey.

you gag as ri thrusts her fingers down your throat again. as she finger fucks your throat, eyes watering. "what’s wrong, baby? use your words." she laughs and curls her fingers, making you whine.

she finally slips her fingers from your mouth as tears stream down your cheeks. as you’re gasping for air, she slides down to your soaked crotch. "god damn," she whispers, sending chills up your spine. she presses her tongue to your overstimulated clit. you moan, and your core tightens as riri sloppily laps up your wet pussy. she slips her tongue into you, making you dig your fingers into her braids and shove her head down further into you. 

she sticks her tongue in and out of you, savoring the way you taste. she moans into you, the vibration of her voice making you gush more. riri takes her time alternating between your hole and clit, taking pleasure in the way your walls tighten against her tongue. you buck your hips up as she licks against your g-spot. 

your legs start to shake as you near your second climax. your thighs squeeze around riri’s head as she buries herself into your pussy. she sucks at your clit, drawing out a loud whine from you. "that’s it, ma," she says, her voice muffled by your thighs, "let it out for me."

as riri presses a messy kiss onto your entrance, your legs start to tremble more. "riri—im," your chest heaves as you gasp for air, "i’m so close."

"mmm," she hums against you, the vibration making you claw at the sheets, "say my shit again. it sound so good coming from that nasty ass mouth." your mind is in a haze as she continues to eat you. the sensations are overwhelming, and you can feel yourself getting closer to the edge. riri's word's only adds fuel to the fire, making it even more difficult to hold back.

"riri, please," your words make her quicken her pace, her tongue exploring every inch of your pussy. you feel the pressure in you release as you flood into her mouth with a moan.

as your legs relax, riri laps up your release. "fuck, you taste so good, baby." you sigh, watching her slurp you up. she finally comes up and lays next to you, drawing you in for a slow, passionate kiss as she rubs circles on your thighs. she gives you several kisses on your face as you rest your head on her shoulder. 

"was that enough attention for you?" riri asks, her lips curling into a smirk.

you swat at her and roll your eyes, "i just missed you," you murmur.

"i know baby," riri sighs, running her fingers through your locs, "i missed you too." she smiles as she feels you drifting off to sleep and asks, "you clocking out on me?"

you nod slowly, burying yourself deeper into riri’s shoulder. she rubs your back slowly as your consciousness fades. riri kisses your brow as your chest rises and falls with hers. she eventually falls asleep with you, your bodies tangled together.

[ur-frndly-neighborhood-memer1]

Zuko & Azula: Eyes

I was checking out the Avatar arts in my gallery, and then I found the old collages that I made:

Zuko indeed looks a ton like Ozai here. And I made this collage to point out how similar they are in appearance.

However, then I realized how their eyes are completely different.

Yeah, Zuko has light golden eyes like Ozai. Yet his eye shape is very different from his father's.

As you can see better in this one:

Again, they're looking pretty similar (No sh*t Sherlock, almost like they're related!)

Yet, their eyes are very different.

Zuko's eyes are larger, rounder, and much softer compared to Ozai's.

And it isn't only his eyes, his eyebrows are different as well. Zuko's eyebrows are comparatively softer and s shaped whereas Ozai's are longer and hard angled.

And apart from that, Zuko's hairline also comes softer on his forehead. Ozai has a very visible widow's peak.

But, do you know who has sharp eyes, hard-angeled eyebrows and a visible widow's peak like Ozai?

Duh! Here's your answer:

(They look nearly identical here tho. Eh, genetics)

-"V" shaped hairline? Checked✅

-Long, hard-angeled eyebrows? Checked✅

-Sharp eyes that could puncture a hull of an empire-class Fire Nation battle ship and leave thousands to drown at sea? Also checked✅

Despite looking pretty similar to Ursa, Azula inherited Ozai's sharper features.

And speaking of Ursa, let's compare her eyes to her children's too!

As you can see, Ursa has a darker shade of gold in her eyes, which she and Azula have in common.

But despite sharing the same dark golden/amber eye color, Ursa and Azula's eye shapes are completely different.

Ursa's eyes are larger, rounder and softer, just like Zuko's. And her eyebrows are s shaped too, also like Zuko's except she thins it.

So, what's the point of this entire eye comparing?

I do believe there's symbolism involved, that is why.

->Sharp eyes are often associated with serious, intimidating personalities. Which suits Ozai and Azula's characters very well.

->And as a contrast, soft eyes are often associated with kindness and innocence. Which also suits Ursa and Zuko's characters.

->So Azula's sharper features symbolizes how she inherited her father's personality. And it makes it clear he was the parent that she was closer to.

->It's the same case for Zuko. He inherited his mother's personality. And it clears the fact that he always felt closer to his mother.

But... What about eye colors?

I'm not sure if there was a symbolism going on with the fair gold or brownish gold eyes since Fire Nation people seem to have both.

Sozin, Ozai and Zuko have light ones. Iroh, Ursa and Azula have dark ones. Zhao is somewhat in the middle, not too light nor dark.

However, I do think there's a symbolism with the shades based on the parent-child relationships:

-> Zuko has Ozai's eye color. So whenever he looked in a mirror, he saw his father's disapproval.

-> Azula has Ursa's eye color. So whenever she looked in a mirror, she was her mother's judgement.

At the end, their eyes were a constant reminder to the Fire kids that they were disappointments to their parents.

But their parents' disappointment is not something they could fix. Because Ursa and Ozai were polar opposites as parents.

-> Ursa valued kindness and compassion.

-> Ozai considered kindness and compassion as weaknesses.

-> Ozai appreciated ruthlessness and cruelty.

-> Ursa disliked ruthlessness and cruelty.

-> Ozai praised brutality and despised mercy.

-> Ursa despised brutality and praised mercy.

-> Ursa seemed to favor Zuko, because he had a gentle heart.

-> Ozai hated Zuko because he had a gentle heart.

-> Ozai favored Azula because she was a firebending prodigy.

-> Ursa neglected Azula because she already had her father's approval.

The list goes on but I think I made my point.

Doesn't matter what Zuko and Azula would do, they were doomed to be accepted by one parent and disapproved by the other.

Basically, darned if they do and darned if they don't.

So at the end, Azula and Zuko didn't have much choice other than choosing a certain side.

Zuko chose love and kindness, like his mother. Which is symbolically portrayed with his softer features.

Azula chose fear and violence, like her father. Which is symbolically portrayed with her sharper features.

Yet, whatever they do, they're destined to live with the eyes of their parents who didn't accept them. They will see their parents' judgement 'till the end of their days...

[p4rallel-universe]

awkward phonecall

A/N - this is based off of a scene in the movie Metal Lords, which is a very good movie and should be watched by everyone.

summary: Enid has a crush on the reader, who has psychic/telekinetic powers. after sitting in on one of this light-hearted exchanges with Bianca, Enid sees a chance and takes it.

"you know, you do seem pretty gay to me, Y/N." Bianca is teasing you, as usual.

you could say the two of you have a love-hate relationship. mostly hate. and not really love. maybe...despise-tolerate?

sitting in the courtyard, at a bench and table is you, Bianca (of course) and a few of your classmates. this group includes Enid Sinclair, your bright, bubbly friend, who's been acting kind of different recently. you haven't told anyone, but you have a bit of a crush on her. you're pretty sure she's into Ajax though, which is fine, you're not gonna push.

"i am not!" you reply, faking offense.

"something about your hair, your voice, the way you walk. so...basically everything." she smirks and you roll your eyes.

"you're sounding a bit like Ariel there, miss mermaid." it's the best insult you can think of. if you're honest, your back and forth with Bianca is reminiscent of childhood squabbles.

"just because you've got Jedi powers." she mocks you, putting on a stereotypical nerdy voice.

"haha." you fake laugh at the lame insult, "spare me, i'll die a virgin if i'm known as 'one of the guys with Jedi powers'."

Bianca shoots you a look, an eyebrow raised, "i didn't mean it that way! i'm not, well-" you give up, and end up just sighing in frustration as Bianca laughs at you. you raise the middle finger to her before chuckling over it yourself.

the day continues as usual, and before you know it, it's 8 PM, and you're pretty relaxed in your dorm, when your phone rings. it's Enid. sitting up, you immediately answer,

"hey!" you greet, excited that she phoned you, but curious as to why,

"hey! uh, how was your day?" her sweet, clear voice rings out and you smile,

"it was alright, easy enough classes. except for Bianca's cruelty to me at lunch, of course." you chuckle down the phone,

"Bianca is always saying ridiculous things." Enid replies, a hint of actual malice in her voice.

"oh yeah, which parts ridiculous? the Jedi part, the gay part, or the virgin part?" you joke, but she goes quiet. worried you overstepped a boundary, you prepare to a) apologise (awkwardly) or b) make an excuse and hang up. before you can follow through on either option, she speaks up.

"well, you are, right?" her voice is low, like she's choosing her words carefully,

"gay? i mean, i don't think so. i guess it's a spectrum?" you tell her, confused

Enid huffs softly, "no, i mean, a virgin. a-are you a virgin?" she asks very quickly. as if she never even said it.

taken aback, you answer honestly, "oh! umm- yeah, definitely. 100%." you cringe at your response, smacking your forehead.

there's a pause.

"hello?" you say into the phone, thinking the lines went dead. or worse. she hung up after finding out your terrible secret.

"d-do you want-", she pauses, taking her time, "do you want to...not be?" she holds her breath, waiting for your answer. oh no. oh no. what a stupid thing to ask! she panics. what she doesn't realise is that, in your silence, you're also having your own moment of panic. oh. oh. is this a joke? i should say something. fuck. a million thoughts go through your head.

"uhh, yes? yes, actually. yeah." your mouth has gone dry and every second feels like an hour of waiting.

"can you meet me behind the greenhouse in half an hour?" Enid asks bluntly, her caution from before seemingly vanished.

"see you then." you blurt out, and Enid giggles as she hangs up the phone.

oh, you think to yourself.

oh.

(bit of a short, low effort fic. just bc i enjoyed the concept and wanted to put it down, also felt like writing. more solid fics coming soon 👍)