#plot 👀

[stxrmylxve]

Can’t Keep My Eyes Off You.

Synopsis: It started in highschool, Shuuji’s simple crush on you. But since school was over, you figured you would never see eachother again. One night, your business has a huge party, and who will you see there? A/N: Ngl this took a WHILE to brew up but… enjoy! Pairing: Hanma Shuuji x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: suggestive but w no smut cause im mean, tw drinking, tw drunkness, tw mentions of pills (tylonol and advil)

GENRE: fluff

It was a silly crush. One that, whenever you passed eachother in the hallways, Shuuji would whistle teasingly just because he knew it ticked you off. But it never progressed more than that, and as you were handed your diploma, it came crashing down on you that you were now alone in this world.

He wouldn’t be there every morning with a goofy grin plastered on his face to tease you at your locker, like two love-sick puppies playing with eachother. You had to go out now, to get a real job, to get a big education just like you had always bragged to him about.

You walked through the big double doors of your job, adjusting the uncomfortable skirt given to you with an awkward smile as you stopped at the front desk.

“Uh, hi. Can you direct me to the boss’s office, please?” you ask the front desk lady, her eyes darting up in surprise.

“Did he request a meeting with you?”

“Well.. no. But I have a concern-“

“Talk to your manager about it.” she says quickly, looking around you to help the next person as you frowned.

Sighing to yourself, you walk to the elevator with your things and click the button to go to the fourth floor, leaning against the wall and looking up at the pale ceiling tiles above. You counted each of them for a while, looking down in surprise as you noticed the marble design coating the floor.

The boss was never spoken of. Everyone thought highly of him, but even he hadn’t interviewed you. No one really sees him except for the higher ups and his assistant.

The door dings open and you walk out onto the floor, shivering from the sudden cold that floods over you. You glance around awkwardly as you look for your desk, an awkward aura clouding over you as a few workers looked over at you.

“Hey! Y/N, right?” someone calls out, pulling you out of your thoughts as you looked down the hall, your manager waving you over with a comfortable smile. You walk over to him rather quickly, twirling your hair as a nervous habit as his smile falters.

“Don’t worry, you will fit right in and do amazing.” he says, patting you on the shoulder as he points to a desk, “That one is yours, next to one of the haitanis. But don’t worry about him, he’s mostly out of the office and rarely at his desk, they pratically live in Han- er, the boss’s office.”

You glance up at your manager, the half-name catching your attention before you nod, walking over to your desk. You set your things down, a small chill running down your spine as you felt someone behind you.

Awkwardly turning around, you find Ran Haitani behind you. He looks you up and down before a toothy smile forms in his lips, “Hi doll.”

You scoff at the nickname, he had a reputation to call everyone that, as you turn back around and set your things up.

“A bit harsh to be as new as you. You got a boyfriend or som’thin?” he asks, leaning on your desk beside you as you sigh.

“No, I don’t. I just know that this is a routine for you and that I won’t get anything out of this that will benefit me.” you reply, shooting him a small glare between your lashes as you click on your computer.

“Damn, sorry princess. Just know I can get you fired, might not wanna’ always have an attitude with me.” he says, grinning as your eyes went wide.

“Just because I won’t play your games like every other woman? Please.” you huff, ushering him away with a small push on his chest as you sit down.

He scoffs, a small chuckle leaving his chest as he walks off, a small smile forming on your lips from the win. First day, and you already have met your wonderful deskmate. Great.

Time passed by; Ran wasn’t much of a problem ultimately, and everone began to like your great work ethic. You became really popular really quickly, even though you didn’t love the attention, and soon enough, the higher-up were catching up with you in the hallways to talk, which they did with no one else.

You had a few sour apples here and there, other co-workers that called you a ‘bottom feeder’ and an ‘attention whore’, but you couldn’t help but to laugh because you were popular because you were good at your work, which obviously they weren’t.

You glanced over your paper, reading through it one last time. It had been years since you had started, moving up the ranks to replace your manager when he left. It was a lot easier now for you, but you missed the chaos. But, if you wanted a job, you better keep this one.

That wasn’t what was making you nervous, though. It was the big party being thrown downstairs tonight. You had no clue what to wear, and what your friends had suggested was far too out of your comfort zone. But, as a managar, you were expected to look nice, at least, nicer than others.

And as you slipped on your dress, as much as you hated to say it, you loved it. You had never been into this style much in prior years, but you were totally rocking it. And your shoes with a little sparkle to them matched your elegant necklace; it was perfect.

You sighed as you glanced at the time from your phone, becoming irritated with yourself for leaving so late. You only had 15 minutes to get there and you were stuck in traffic. You took a sip of your coffee, pressing your head up against the headrest as you look up towards the roof of your car. For the office to only be 3 blocks away, it seemed as though it would take forever to even get there.

Arriving late was not your forte, but here you were, arriving 14 minutes late as you rushed inside. Your friends crouded around you instantly as they questioned you about where you had been, your answer being sheepishly answered with “traffic.”

They laughed and walked off towards the bar, the tension of the aura easing a bit with their departure. Glancing around the party, your eyes landed on a familiar looking face. Their hair was nothing like you had ever seen before, multicolored with golden and black, yet their face looked so familiar. You couldn’t put a name to the face, and even though you wished to continue looking at him to figure it out, he had already looked your way and had seen you staring.

You looked away quickly, a small blush forming on your face from embarrassment, but moments later soft footsteps were heard from behind you.

“I’ve heard great things about you, y/n. Glad to see you tonight.”

Your eyes darted up to his face as your eyes went wide, the pieces clicking together as you placed the voice with the name.

“Are you seriously the secret boss, Shuuji?” you finally bring yourself to say, shock still coursing through you as you studied his now much propper and more sophisticated figure.

“ ‘Secret boss’ is a rather odd nickname, don’t you think?” he asks, glancing around at people who were looking your way as he places his hand on the small of your back, guiding you to a more private area to talk in private.

“You’ve grown up.” you say, looking away awkwardly. He seemed like so much more than he had been in highschool. He had gone from a teen fool to a full on businessman.

“I could say the same thing for you.” he says, sitting down with a yawn. You sigh as you sit down next to him, rubbing your temple with a frown.

“Was it you? The one leaving small flirtatious notes on my desk for me to find every morning?”

He tenses and pauses for a moment, almost as if he was pondering which way to answer before slowly nodding.

“Yeah, you caught me.”

You laughed as you shifted around, resting your head on his shoulder with a satisfied sigh. His hand wrapped around yours, rubbing small circles against the plush skin with a soft smile.

“I missed times like this.” he says, ruffling your hair with a laugh as you smacked his hand.

“We never used to do this, silly! You wish.” you tease.

A blanket of silence rang in the room, drowning out the party like it had never been there.

“Go on a date with me.” You sit up, taking your hand away from his in shock.

“..What?”

“Go on a date with me, y/n. You heard me.”

You rubbing your eyes, testing to see whether you were dreaming that he had just said this or not. But it was very real, his golden eyes watching your every move as he waited for an answer.

You laughed as you pressed a small kiss on his temple, waving him off as you clicked open the door.

“Find me later on and I will give you an answer, pretty boy.” you snicker, shutting the door behind you and walking over to the bar with a smile; tonight would be fun.

Your head was spinning, your legs a bit wobbly as you sat down in your car. Not expecting to go anywhere, just to sit and watch everything swirl around you as you continued to sober up. You lazily glanced out the window, watching a bird fly away into the dark night.

“You look offly drunk.” hanma’s voice rings through the silence, surprising you as you glanced at the passenger seat. You hadn’t realized you had left the car unlocked.

“I’m not drunk, shuuji. Just tipsy, that’s all.” you roll your eyes, grabbing the bottle of water in your cup holder before downing it, patting your cheeks as if you wake yourself up as you sighed.

“So, the answer?”

Dead silence rang through the car, its’ presence deafening as you gulped. You hadn’t really thought on much of an answer after you had left the room, too focused on finally getting a well-diserved break from work and life in general.

“I don’t want to go on a date with you, shuuji,” you say, your eyes following the wires connecting the power lines, “but maybe you could squeeze some time into your schedule to treat me some other way, yeah?” you finish with a small smile, brushing through your hair with your fingers as you looked away again.

“How about right now I treat you?” he asks with a smirk, placing his tattoed hand on your thigh with a small squeeze. Your groan as you tap your head, rolling your eyes with a smirk.

“You better be packing tylonol and advil then”

“Oh I’m packing somethin’ alright.”

[fistfuloflightning]

A little update on the Bai Zhan Peak!Shen Yuan and Zui Xian Peak!Shen Jiu au—aka Battle Twink/Drunkard-by-Necessity-Asshole-by-Choice

[benevolenterrancy]

Swords pining for each other's cultivator is my new favorite type of pining. Love your NieYao content! <3

I don't suppose we could get Baxia or Hensheng throwing a tantrum while Jin Guangyao / Nie Mingjue are away, leaving their owners to deal with the embarrassing aftermath?

Also, do you have any recs you'd recommend with these two?

this is the exact moment Nie Huaisang realised he was going to have to start meddling in his big brother's love life (con't: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5)

Hensheng, on the other hand, doesn't throw tantrums but WILL sulk...

[solarockk]

13 year old tea

designs // first meeting

shiny duo pokemon au "Pokémon’s Shiny Jewels Sun&Moonstone" by @wyvernspirit and I

[egophiliac]

I love your take on Crowley!

I know that the early, non-Diasomnia stories aren't really your thing, but are you reading the novels at all?

I have been following some of the fan translations and the second book seems intense! Would love to hear what you think about them.

thank you! 💚💚💚 I'm not really sure why you think I don't like the earlier arcs though, I love pretty much all the characters and their storis! (I think 5 and 1 are my favorite of the past episodes, though 6 infected me with the Shroud brainrot something fierce.) I just...ESPECIALLY love diasomnia. :') but there is room in my heart for all of these dweebs! like, who among us is not just as ride-or-die for Adeuce as they are for us.

that said, I don't really follow the other adaptations like the manga (aside from a dip-in just to see the new Yuus) or the novels, though I keep meaning to check them out! I do like seeing the differences between the different forms of media, and how certain things get adapted one way or another! but alas, time/a lack of accessibility stands in our way more often than not. :( someday...someday I will have time to consume all of the media...

[runraerun]

May God forgive me but a Hot Frosty!Steddie AU where Eddie (being a freak) ((and also a little high)) kisses a snowman and unknowingly brings it to life. ☃️ *dodges rotten tomato*

Hey, if you didn’t want Eddie to make out sloppy style with your snowman then why did you make him so hot, huh??? Why did you carve abs into him? Why’d you give him bedroom eyes?! 😒Anyway… as I was saying…

Eddie leaves, accidentally leaving behind his battle vest on the snowman, heading home to Forest Hills trailer park. Dude’s totally oblivious to the fact that he just performed a freaking miracle, shattering almost every law in the known universe, all because he thought a snowman was fine as hell.

Hot Frosty (aka our boy Steve), can’t do anything but think of Eddie. It’s his first fully formed thought he has as his snowy skin melts and gives way to human flesh. When he sucks in his first breath of cold, winter art, he exhales with Eddie’s name on his tongue. His fingers reach up and gently touch his freshly kissed lips. The kiss that brought him to life; the first and only touch of warmth he’s ever received.

Steve’s not wearing anything besides a very worn denim vest, covered in colorful patches—the one Eddie so thoughtfully gave him. Otherwise, he’s naked as a jay bird. Thankfully, being a snowman, he doesn’t mind the cold. :)

He walks around town, approaching the various townsfolk, asking if they know where Eddie is. He’s looking for Eddie. Do you know Eddie? Y’know, Eddie, the one who loves me. The one who kissed me tonight. He needs to find Eddie. Eddie will be looking for him too, no doubt.

Eventually though, someone calls the fuzz on this very attractive, very confused young man who’s walking around the snow bare-assed and bare-footed. Hopper immediately recognizes the battle vest—he’s busted Munson enough times, and he’s always wearing that beat up thing. So he calls up the Munson residence, but there’s no answer. He leaves a voicemail instead, growling at him to come pick up his clearly distressed boyfriend before Hopper presses public indecency charges.

How will Eddie react when he hears the message?! Will Eddie believe hot frosty!Steve’s far-fetched tale?! WILL THEY FUCK?! (answers: Very confused, not at first, & HELL YEAH THEY DO)

[justplaggin]

teruko ◈ chuuya ◈ akutagawa ◈ dazai <- 🆕️

[mobius-m-mobius]

#no wait wdym jesus saved him from the saw trap 🙃

[svtskneecaps]

i feel like lullah and richas's admins probably chat behind the scenes bc this is the second time they've been in active rp conflict with each other and i'm imagining them giggling and kicking their feet dm'ing each other plans. like "ok so i'm gonna be like 'tio bad likes richas more than me :(' " "ok and then i'm gonna go 'KKKK NAH' and put up a meme" "ok and i'm gonna crouch really sadly so he feels guilty" "and i'm gonna lay down and act all tough and unbothered" "ooh you should play the crying baby sound too" "YOU'RE SO RIGHT"

[randomfingthings]

[mameillieureennemie]

what if i wrote a long vi x reader fic because it has been on my mind. 🤔

[thebramblewood]

Two sexy vampires walk into a bar.

Previous / Next

Helena: I feel like literally everything is hanging out.

Lilith: You’ll draw the men like flies to honey.

Helena: That’s a good thing?

Lilith: For our purposes, it’s a very good thing.

Helena: [telepathically to Caleb] Help me.

Lilith: Last chance, baby brother! Sure you don’t want to tag along?

Caleb: [telepathically to Helena] You’ll be fine. Don’t let her bully you.

Helena: [telepathically to Caleb] [mental eye roll] You’re one to talk.

Caleb: [tersely] I’m good here, thanks.

Lilith: Suit yourself!

-

Lilith: Try to keep up, fledgling.

Helena: [shouting] It’s not fair when you give yourself a head start!

Lilith: I’m not the one who’s been slacking on my training.

-

Helena: You know, plasma fruit’s not so bad once you get used to the taste.

Lilith: My god, he’s already got you indoctrinated.

Helena: [crossly] I’m not brainwashed. But the only alternative you’re offering is cold-blooded murder, and you still haven’t explained why that’s necessary. If you only took a little-

Lilith: Remind me, Helena. How well was that working out for you? Did you ever feel truly full? Was there ever a single moment when the thirst wasn’t at the forefront of your mind? Your silence speaks volumes. Let me put it in human terms. You were restricting yourself to a handful of almonds a day when what you really needed was at least a three-course meal. Your body is starving, and it always will be so long as you resist fully nourishing it. Plasma is better than nothing, but the ache in the pit of your stomach will be constant. Caleb likes to pretend he doesn’t feel it, but I’ve seen inside his mind and you have too. We both know it’s there.

Helena: But if it’s just about the blood, there are other ways to get it. Hospitals, blood banks, volunteers, [gulps queasily] animals.

Lilith: All perfectly acceptable supplements, yes. I have my sources. Our refrigerator hardly stocks itself. But the truth is every cell in your body now is optimized for attack. You’re a predator by nature, and it takes stamina to resist. A few weeks is nothing. Are you prepared to deny yourself for an eternity? [lowers voice seductively] Don’t lie to me, Helena. It felt good, didn’t it, in that moment you finally let go? 

Helena: I don’t want to talk about that.Lilith: You were driven by pure instinct, and you loved it. You felt free. You felt alive. You felt whole. [smirks knowingly before slithering off barstool] I’ve found our mark. Wait here while I reel him in. It shouldn’t take long.

[aquacomet]

Mermay is almost upon us, prepare to unleash the fish 🐟🐟🐟

[skullsandcorals]

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• Prompt: High School

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PROPHESEA!

a Teen Romance Movie directed by Lester Papadopoulos

starring Perseus Achilles Jackson and Rachel Elizabeth Dare ✨

Art without text under cut ↓

[poisonousquinzel]

yes yes yes yes yes obvi cheating plots with bi characters is the bane of my bisexual existence BUT I argue that Harley and Ivy having an on & off again physical relationship during Harley's Mad Love arc is in fact very good and nice and deserved and it's not cheating Joker sucks thorns and I don't care<3 they should kill him and fuck on his grave actually<3

even in BTAS and such, her relationship with plant Ivy was on a "we play with each other" level and I think that's rad for her. good for them <3

anyway, was looking at quotes and this gave me them vibes:')

Are we just friends if it's your breath on my neck late at night or if it's our laced fingers beneath your covers? How tightly do we need to be pressed against each other before you admit that you aren't doing this for warmth? How many times does your thumb need to brush my lips before we realize we've gone too far?

tara love / this. this is too far.

[ambii15]

May I present (part of), the “we met at a bar and I kinda hate you but still want to fuck you” Caitvi fic that’s been rotting my brain away

Enjoy 😉:

The familiar thump of the heavy base pounded along the floor, curling its way through heel covered feet and reverberating through her spine. The smell of booze and sweat and smoke lingered in the air, making Caitlyn scrunch her nose.

No matter how many times she has walked into the now familiar bar, she’d never get over the stench.

But it was one consequence she’d live with if it meant her night would end the same way every time she’d walked into The Last Drop.

Two months.

Two months since these little…trysts had started.

All because Caitlyn couldn’t resist Jayce’s pleading to accompany him and Mel to the newly popular bar that had suddenly started gaining traction after an apparent ‘small renovation’.

And also because of her.

Two months ago

“Come on, Cait. Stop pouting. You’re going to love this place, I promise,” Jayce spoke radiantly as they stepped out of the car.

Caitlyn cast her sullen gaze along the newly renovated exterior, the large sign smack above the bar’s entrance boosting its name and a simple beer mug filled to the brim, a single drop frozen in time just above it, ready to crash into the awaiting glass.

“I’m not pouting,” Caitlyn remarked, eyes laser focused on the small crowd that spilled from the bar’s doors. “I’d just rather be somewhere else.”

It wasn’t that she didn’t like crowds and music and drinking, it was simply that Caitlyn preferred the comfort of her perfectly cozy loft apartment cuddled up on her couch with a good book or the newest crime documentary and a glass of wine. She’d grown up forced to attend her mother’s parties and other functions deemed necessary for her station as a counselor's daughter and now?

Now she just likes peace and quiet.

Jayce simply chuckled, shaking his head as he threw an arm around Caitlyn’s shoulders, “You mean holed up like a loner? You’ll never find anyone that way, sprout. You need to get out. Explore the city and the many things it has to offer…if you know what I mean.”

Caitlyn scoffed as Jayce subtly tipped his head in the direction of a group of women mingling outside the bar, skin exposed through more fishnet than she’s ever seen, skirts and shorts shorter than even Caitlyn’s little black number. And that was saying something.

“As gorgeous as they are,” Caitlyn mumbled, eyes lingering just a little too long. “I’m not interested in finding anyone and you know that.”

“Oh, please, Caitlyn. When are you going to just stop being so focused on work and actually let yourself have some fun for once?”

Caitlyn groaned as Mel stepped up next to Jayce, smirk in place as she sided with her boyfriend. Thankfully, Mel was normally the one to leave her be and let Caitlyn do her own thing as she pleased, but that didn’t seem the case tonight.

Mel stepped towards her, fingers moving to fluff up the long dark blue strands of loosely curled hair. Caitlyn begrudgingly waited for her best friend to finish primping her. There was no sense in trying to talk Mel out of it when she was the one to force her into the makeup and the silk dress clinging to her skin and the outrageously tall heels. Not that Caitlyn would complain about the outfit. She wasn’t daft…she knew she looked damn good. Fuckable even. But that was not the goal for tonight. Caitlyn simply wanted to accompany her friends and leave…as soon as possible.

“Let’s just get this over with please. The faster we’re in there the faster I can leave,” Caitlyn groaned as she pushed the couple towards the doors.

“Such a spoilsport,” Mel laughed.

The bar was filled to the brim. Bodies cramped together on the dance floor like a pack of sardines, the scent of sweat and booze wafting through them, as Chase Atlantic bled through the dj’s speakers, lights a colorful array flickering with the beat. Caitlyn clung to Mel’s arm as Jayce led them through the throng of bodies towards the heavily packed bar.

With the amount of people that were currently bumping into her, making contact with her skin, a drink was going to be a heavy necessity.

They quickly claimed a rare opening at the end of the bar, Jayce and Mel offering the only open stool for Caitlyn to sit. Caitlyn vaguely listened to the couple behind her as she surveyed the bar. An array of alcohol lined the shelves behind the bar, each shelf lit by purple and blue lights, an…interesting choice Caitlyn had never seen for bar lighting. Two male bartenders quickly and efficiently worked the crowd while balancing cups and bottles of booze and the inflow of cash from customers hands. Caitlyn watched with wonder as the taller of the two began flipping two bottles of expensive looking liquor before pouring them into the awaiting cups in front of a group of young women.

“Names Mylo. What can I get for ya?”

Caitlyn broke her gaze away from the now cheering women to acknowledge the other bartender, shorter and leaner, she hadn’t even noticed had approached them. She quickly looked back at her friends, silently telling them to go ahead and order first.

“Whiskey, neat, for me,” Jayce called over the music before gesturing to Mel. “Martini for my lady and then whatever sprout here wants, on me.”

Caitlyn rolled her eyes as Jayce elbowed her shoulder before turning back to the bartender who watched them with a bored expression.

“I’ll take a glass of Riesling, please.”

Caitlyn seemed caught off guard as the bartender –Mylo– reared back slightly as if burned.

“Riesling? You want a glass of wine here?”

“Yes?” Caitlyn muttered, unsure if the word would have even reached his ears through the pounding music.

Mylo laughed darkly while he began working on Jayce and Mel’s drinks, something about the sound stiffening Caitlyn’s spine, “Can say I haven’t had many people, if any really, order riesling at a place like this. Then again, we don’t see your type around here too much.”

Caitlyn bristled a little, “My type?”

“Yeah,” Mylo drawled, like it should have been completely obvious to her what he meant. “A topsider, clearly one of the elite if the way you're dressed and rigid posture is anything to go by.”

Two drinks clicked against the counter, a small bit of Mel’s martini swishing from the glass as they were shoved in front of her.

“I’ll be back with your riesling, piltie. Gotta get it from the back.”

Caitlyn was left gaping like a fish out of water as she watched Mylo yell something to the other bartender over the music before disappearing through a door behind the bar. Being called a piltie or topsider was nothing new to Caitlyn, hell, it was the truth…but she’d never been called it with such detest.

The unsettling emotions of whatever the hell she was currently feeling swirled in her stomach as she slowly turned to Jayce and Mel. The couple was completely oblivious to the interaction, both swaying along to the music and taking gracious sips of their drinks, more than ready to lose themselves into the thriving life of the bar.

“Cait,” Mel practically yelled as she grabbed onto her shoulder. “We’re going to go dance! You coming?”

Caitlyn shook her head, thumb hooking over her shoulder in a gesture towards the bar behind her, “I’m still waiting on my drink. I’ll join you once I get it. You both go on ahead.”

Mel pursed her lips, glancing around the bar with quizzical and sharp eyes.

“You sure? We can wait.”

“No. No, you guys go have fun. I might actually just keep my butt in this seat for a while. You did force me into a pair of obnoxiously tall heels,” Caitlyn laughed, legs shifting to show off said heels like Mel didn’t already know what they looked like.

Laughter tumbled from tastefully painted gold lips, a hand lightly hitting Caitlyn on her outstretched leg, “You better not stay here all night or I’m going to drag you onto the dance floor kicking and screaming if I have to.”

Caitlyn scoffed in amusement, “You can try. Doesn’t mean you’ll succeed.”

Mel rolled her eyes and decided to give Caitlyn the last word as she turned to Jayce, who was all but jumping along with the deep base that pulsed through the bar and not even paying attention to their conversation in the slightest, to yell something in his ear before grabbing his hand and leading him through the throng of bodies. Jayce spun as he held Mel’s hand, making a ‘cheers’ gesture with his whiskey to Caitlyn before letting the music fully consume him as the couple was swallowed into the crowd.

Caitlyn let her eyes linger on the crowd, completely comfortable with people watching and more than thankful that her seat at the end of the bar allowed her ample space away from the press of random bodies.

“You’re riesling, topsider.”

The voice behind her was sudden and smooth and rough all at once…and definitely not male.

Caitlyn swung around on her stool, cerulean eyes dropping to the glass of white wine that was pushed towards her and the thick curl of fingers around the stem. She reached out, mind bristling at the tone that slithered along the ‘topsider’ jab, and anchored her own fingers just under the surprisingly scarred ones that had yet to remove themselves from the glass.

“Thank you,” Caitlyn muttered just barely audible over the music, very consciously aware that she had yet to make eye contact with just whoever was the owner of the voice and scarred fingers.

Before she could even try to take full possession of the wine glass, it and her hand were all but yanked forward. Caitlyn released a small gasp of oxygen that was practically forced from her lungs as her chest made impact with the bartop and the feeling of those thick fingers, attached to a hand much larger than her’s, coiled around her wrist with a tight, but not painful, squeeze.

It took all but half a second for Caitlyn to realize that whatever the hell was happening, was actually happening and not just some funny trick of the lights or due to her normal tendency to daydream. She tried to wrench her hand from the stranger’s grip but was only met with a chuckle and a steadfast squeeze. Where Caitlyn might have felt panic begin to curl at the edges of her being at the inability to release herself…she only felt warmth.

A strange warmth that curled deep in her belly and spread like wildfire, fraying her nerve endings in ways she hasn’t felt in…well…maybe ever.

And Caitlyn didn’t even know what this person looked like.

At least not until she finally levered her smoldering gaze onto the being currently holding her hostage across the bar.

She was strikingly nothing like what Caitlyn was expecting…but also everything she was expecting just from her voice and hands alone.

The first feature that pulled Caitlyn in were those stormy grey eyes, hazy with wonder and mirth, almost deep enough to drown her gaze before she could glance at the small roman numeral six tattoo just under her left eye. The nose piercing was her next focus, which then pulled her to the scar on a full upper lip that was currently set in a smirk. A single strand of pink hair fell forward, distracting her gaze from those plump lips, and Caitlyn never thought she could appreciate hair so much.

Vibrant, deep pink hair, almost red, was pulled back into a bun revealing a short undercut that left Caitlyn wondering just how her fingers would feel running over it.

And with one last once over, this handsome stranger’s face was no longer…well, strange.

Now, as for her body? Well, Caitlyn could tell plenty just by the way the black button down’s sleeves strained against sturdy muscles.

If those muscles didn’t have her licking lips already, then the feeling of a single finger lifting her chin back up to those glorious grey eyes sure did.

“My eyes are up here, sweetheart,” Grey eyes purred.

Caitlyn quickly snapped out of the lusty fog that assaulted her brain, retracting her chin from the fiery finger that felt close to burning her, and finally jerked her hand free along with her glass. The mysterious woman’s smirk simply widened further as she folded her arms and leaned against the bar, those grey eyes scanning her with something intense behind them.

“I didn’t really want to believe my brother when he told me a topsider actually showed their face here, but here you are, and with friends no less.”

Caitlyn could practically feel flames of anger licking along her spine –if she was called a topsider one more time with that damn insulting tone, she was going to lose her shit. When Mylo had thrown the term around it was…briefly unsettling at the most, but when this woman tossed it around…it almost felt like a slap to the face.

“And what’s so wrong about a topsider coming to a bar? Is there a rule against us being here?” Caitlyn inquired as she finally sipped her riesling, grounding herself in the way the liquid slid down her throat and warmed her empty stomach.

Grey eyes laughed, a single hand gesturing towards the space to Caitlyn’s back.

“Take a look around, sweetheart. Not much of your type around these parts.”

Caitlyn didn’t need to look around to know what the woman was implying. She’d noticed it from the second they’d walked in the door…hell, she’d noticed it while they were in the parking lot.

They weren’t so deep in Zaun that it would be uncommon to see someone from Pilitover here or there. They were just on the outskirts of the city…barely. But just from one sweeping look around the dancefloor and bar was enough for Caitlyn to confirm that her and her two best friends were definitely the only people from Piltover.

Where Piltover was all white and sparkly and clean, Zaun was dark hues and smudged paint and…well not necessarily dirty. More like a haphazard mess.

In other words, they were complete opposites.

Caitlyn swirled the remaining wine in her glass, brow arching as she fixed the woman with a heavy glare, “So I guess what you’re trying to say is we’re not really welcome here?”

“Bingo, sweetheart,” Grey eyes snapped her fingers before dropping her chin atop her knuckles and fixing Caitlyn with a sweet, fake smile. “My family has dealt with enough topsider bullshit that we don’t need any of you in our place of business. Now, you can take your riesling, get your two little friends and be on your merry way back to your shiny mansion.”

And Caitlyn’s shit was lost.

Caitlyn chuckled deeply, legs crossing as she leaned forward over the bar, a mere inch away from grey eyes, “And just what are you going to do if I don’t? What if I prefer to stay right here in this seat and happily sip my Riesling while my friends dance, hm?”

Those fingers that had been wrapped around her wrist only minutes ago, tightened, knuckles turning white, as grey eyes leveled her with a dark stare. Caitlyn knew she was playing with fire, but something about that look just set her body aflame more than scared her off, which she’s sure is what the look was intended for.

“You’re messing with the wrong one, sweetheart.”

Caitlyn smirked, eyes wondering the form of pink hair and grey eyes and muscles over her glass, “Oh, but I do think I’m messing with the right one, darling.”

The air between them, formerly somewhat hostile after grey eyes tried to kick her out onto the curb, shifted completely. It grew thick and heady, curled around them like a scorching blanket and Caitlyn felt herself unconsciously shift on her stool, thighs pressed together in an attempt to soothe the dull ache building at her core.

If she was being honest with herself, this is exactly what Caitlyn didn’t want to happen. She hadn’t been lying when she told Jayce and Mel that she just wasn’t interested in finding someone tonight. Caitlyn did not want to deal with the hassle of a one night stand or a few times fling, let alone a relationship, at this point in her life. No, this time was for advancing in her career. Showing everyone that she was more than capable of finding her own way around without any help or guidance from her mother. This was a time of focus.

But damn did those scarred pink lips just beg for her to bite them.

Maybe, if Caitlyn played her cards just right, she could get her brains fucked out by this handsome woman who obviously somewhat detested her and just forget it happened. That would be fine, right? Just once and it’ll be over. She deserved it.

A dark chuckle fluttered in the space between them and Caitlyn could feel the wheels of her hastily put together plan beginning to turn. She just needed to push the right buttons and grey eyes here would be putty on her hands.

“Oh, sweetheart, trust me when I say you don’t want to play this game with me,” the scarred eyebrow that Caitlyn had been drawn to earlier perked up, as if asking if she really wanted to continue.

Caitlyn finally stood from her stool, the freakishly tall heels giving her more height than her already long legs did, and leaned fully over the bar. Her breasts were practically put on display now, the black silk of her dress plunging just enough as she leaned to show off a generous amount of cleavage and she mentally clapped herself on the back when stormy eyes glanced down to catch the view. Caitlyn’s free hand moved suddenly, drifting over warm fingers, a wrist, a forearm corded with hard muscle, and flowing up the length of the woman’s arm before curling around her shoulder.

Without warning, Caitlyn tugged her forward, cheek pressing against cheek as she whispered in her ear.

“If the game you’re talking about is where you fuck me like you hate me, then yes, I really do,” Caitlyn husked before slowly backing away, fingers skimming down the front of the woman’s chest before reaching over to grab her wine once more. Caitlyn finished her drink in one sure swig then deposited the glass into the woman’s dangling hand, a small bit of shock now showing through her hardened features.

“That is unless you’d actually prefer to kick me out,” Cailtyn shrugged, picking imaginary lint off her dress before glancing back up. “Then I could simply go home, as I have wanted since before I even walked in here. Or, you could take me into whatever corner is dark enough to hide us from prying eyes and we could have our way with each other. Ball is in your court, darling.”

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Wanted to get a little feedback on this before finishing it up and posting it. Hopefully in the next week or so if I don’t get carried away 😂 be on the look out 😉