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funlovinzara · 2 months ago

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The unexpected hangout

𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓌𝑒𝒾𝓇𝒹 𝒶𝓈 𝓂𝑒

(Music is intended to be played in the story, wear headphones <3) (long fic)

I grew up in this town for as long as i can remember, i wasn’t introverted, but i wasn’t an extrovert either. I spoke when i had to, leaving me with a group of friends here and there. Beginning high-school was another story, i still had my small group of friends including this one girl Momo. I don’t exactly know how i became friends with her but shes been the friendliest since i could remember.

But i find myself drowning in the sinkhole of over working, and i think she could tell because she recommended a sleepover/hangout with another one of her friends that she thought i would like. Momo is the only one i can truly be myself around so how can i expect her friend to even like me. I open to learning many subjects, although i don’t pick a favorite i like things about conspiracies or random theories to keep me up thinking.

My phone dings with a message, its from Momo

Momo👻: I’ll be at your place around 7! My friend is still coming over, trust me you and him are going to be great friends.

Me: Him? He’s a guy? You must be setting something up

Momo👻: Well I’m just saying if things between you guys progress than it is what it is but thats NOT what I’m trying to do at all🤣

Me: What if he’s really rude or something i cant handle more stress I’m too tired for this, if i wanted to have a guy friend then i would have asked.

Momo👻: No he’s not like that he’s a total nerd, he would never do anything harmful. Ive been friends with him for awhile, i talk to him about aliens and stuff all the time

Me: What makes you think i wanna deal with boys at all. I’ll try to be friends with him i guess but if he does anything that i can’t respect he’s getting out of my home

Momo👻: Alrightt no need to be so stuck up, your stressed just relax for a bit.

I stare up at the starry night and then bring my eyes to the clock, Momo is a few minutes late. But as a coincidence, she knocks at my door as soon as i have that thought. I go down the stairs to see her open the door, hmm must have been unlocked, but i remember locking.

Maybe i should be nice, ill try my best too. I mean she wasn’t worried about him or anything. Momo swings the door open giving me a big hug, i look behind her to see a boy. We make eye contact and he looks away timidly and fiddles with his hair. Momo knew i had a thing for nerds, she’s definitely setting something up.

(I was a little scared to introduce myself though…)

“This is my friend i told you about, his name is okarun!!”

He looks back up shyly, extended his hand to give me a hand shake. I give him a handshake back, flashing the tiniest smile to show the least bit of comfort. He steps closer to me to whisper something quiet enough not for Momo to hear

“M—my name is actually Ken takakura…” I nod my head to make sure Momo doesn’t think anything is up, i wonder why she calls him Okarun though. Momo yawns making her way to the living room and into the kitchen, opening the fridge to look for her favorite drink i usually keep at my place.

“Hey…y/n you don’t have any more of that drink..”

“Sorry, I’ll buy some more soon.” She walks back over to the entrance of the home where me and Ken were still standing awkwardly “its alright, speaking of which, the gas station is only a 5 minutes walk from here. I’ll go run and buy some!! My grandma gave me some money incase i wanted to get snacks!”

I look at her in despair. I whisper yell at her before she walks out the door “You’re leaving??!? Now???! Me alone with a boy??!!”

“Cmonn I’m gonna be back I’ll make it quick.” She gives me a sly wink before shutting my own door at my face. I turn around slowly, lifting my head up to look at Ken embarrassingly. He was looking at me but he shifted his gaze to some random spot in the house. I didn’t want to stand here forever..

“We can just go to my room for now while we wait…”

I guide him up the stairs towards my room, i leave background music playing to calm me and i accidentally forgot to turn it off. We enter my room and his eyes lighten up like a puppy. I had a fluffy rug, thick bed sheets many tiny figures and posters, with a neat desk and dim lights. He felt a comforting feeling as he heard the music that was left playing.

He looks around and he notices i have a book on my desk titled “conspiracy’s and theories #1: Aliens? Are they real?” I sat on my bed and i saw him approach the book for a closer inspection, his eyes glow as he looks up at me.

He realizes he touched something without asking and he places the book down quickly while fiddling with his hair again and re-adjusting his glasses. He looks down at the floor in embarrassment with a blushing face.

“I have the same book..d—do you like…aliens..?”

My goodness he is so cute. I snap out of my daydreaming after staring at him.“Well…i like reading about them. They seem cool to me and i like the unknown. I watch a-lot of documents.”

He looks up at me, with his hand still in his hair. “Do you know anything about…UAP’s and UFO’s..? I softly replied, “Yes i do read about them a little.” His eyes were in full on dull mode, he was so ready to rant. I realized he was still standing, and i was on my bed. He’s not a bad guy at all, he’s just really shy, well— so am i.

I pat the spot next to me signaling him to sit down next to me. I try to get more comfortable, i sat in a criss cross position. He looks at me with his face flushing again and he slowly makes his way to the bed, he sat in the same criss cross position facing me. His hand still in his hair obviously, his head down, he muttered…

“There have been many sightings of aliens..I—I’ve done alot of research. I should have brought my b—books but i thought that you weren’t really going to like….me..”

“Oh, i thought the same about you…that you were going to be kind of rude to me. But you like the same things as me.”

He hesitantly brings his head up to make eye contact with me, his face a pink tone due to the blush. My open window blows a cool air into the room, moonlight hitting his eyes and shining them. I avert my gaze to him to see him pondering into my eyes, his lips part as he was going to say something until we could hear the door open. It was Momo, that was really quick.

We rush back downstairs to see her with multiple bags, more than what she said she was going to buy. “Oh man, i really should have called you!! They had an amazing deal and i got so many snacks for half off!”

Me and Ken look at each-other, we slightly giggle at the goofiness of Momo. Momo ran up the stairs and came back down with a giant blanket from my closet, she places it on the couch with the snacks she bought on the table

“Cmon guys let’s watch a movie!!” I sat down with Ken trying not to be to close to make me uncomfortable, through out the movies we watched i could feel him land his attention on me. But he was very slick with it, i could hardly tell.

At the end of the night after all the movies, Momo and Ken helped clean up. Momo grabbed all of her belongings and so did Ken and they were about to leave. “Bye y/n! See you tomorrow!!”

“B—bye…” i didn’t want it to end like this… “Okarun.” He turns around and looks at me with confusion and a bit of fluster. “Could I see your phone for a sec?” He hands me his unlocked phone and i quickly type my number and my name into a new contact space and hand him his phone back. He looks at what I’ve done and his face goes from pink to a rose red. He looks up at me like his face was about to explode

It seems like he wanted to say thank you, but Momo pulled him out of the door in a hurry. The door shut on me again, but instead..i don’t feel lonely anymore. I feel a warmth entered my soul.

We could be friends…

This took forveerrr please but i love this alot like i really wanted to get the emotion in here😭🫶🏾

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houseofripley · 11 months ago

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HEYY

Can you do a rhea x fem!reader story where rhea and reader are in Highschool and have both had feeling for eachother for the longest time and both haven’t confessed but all that changes because rhea ask reader to prom and they end up kissing and it leads to something else (ifykyk😏) (smut n a lil bit of fluff too🙏)

Starry Prom Night

Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: 18+ SMUT, Kissing, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Scissoring, Praise, Cheek Cupping & Kissing Galore, INSANE PLOT BUILDING FOR NO REASON LOL SORRYYYYYY IM A YEARNER (im serious this is like 67% plot building)

WORD COUNT: 3,731

A/N: this is just pure sapphic yearning on my end LMAO anyways anon i had so much fun writing this even though its all over the place!!!

also can you tell where i got impatient with all the plot building lol

“Rhea, I seriously don’t know how many more of these cheesy signs I can’t take. I think I’m gonna go insane.” You grunted, rolling your eyes to the back of your head.

Prom season was in full swing. It was third period and you had just witnessed what had to have been the seventh promposal of the day. This year would be the mark of your and your best friend, Rhea’s senior prom. Senior prom was a date thousands of dreamed about, wanting to show up and show out one last time before waving goodbye to their highschool years.

Every girl except you and Rhea. You both despised the thought of prom. Why would any sane person spend hundreds of dollars on an outfit just to spend their night drenched in sweat in the school gymnasium?

Fuck that!

“Romeo O Romeo! Will thou spend your Saturday night with I, drinking punch next to the locker rooms?” Rhea mocked, elbowing your arm.

You shook your head, pressing your lips together trying to keep your laughter silent. The commotion of classmates was soon drowned out by thoughts as your eyes met Rhea’s, causing your tightened lips to curl into a small smile.

Rhea’s blue eyes never failed to warm you. Everytime you gazed into those beachy eyes you were brought back to the day you first met the girl. Seventh grade, first period, language arts. A quiet blonde girl sporting a Pierce The Veil shirt was assigned to sit next to you. Nobody knew anything about the girl besides the fact she had just moved basically across the globe. You spent the entire period thinking of what you could possibly say to her, because what do you even say to a kid that was just relocated from South Australia all the way to some shitty suburban town?

“Cool shirt.”

And it fucking worked somehow. You were immediately attached to her hip. The two of you grew closer with each day that passed. You were inseparable. She was everything to you. Sleepovers every weekend. ‘Study’ sessions that were spent play fighting with each other. Singing pop-punk songs at the top of your lungs till your throats were raw. Dying your hair the same shade of blue at three in the morning. She was even at your side while your parents scolded you the morning after for said blue hair.

Jesus Christ. Lost in her eyes again? Snap out of it already!

“Yo, Alice in Wonderland, you okay?” Rhea playfully questioned, breaking your trance by poking at your thigh.

“Just…thinking. That’s all.” You softly chuckled. You were telling the truth, you were just thinking. Just thinking about her. Thinking about her touch, her hands, her pierced nose, her lips, her stupid cool shirts.

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“Jesus, someone’s eager to get out of here.” You laughed, trailing behind Rhea who was booking it over to her small black Lexus.

“Dude, can you blame me? It’s like everyone has some sort of prom fever. I am not letting it catch me.” Rhea complained, ducking into the vehicle.

You made your way to the passenger side of the car before hopping into the seat next to Rhea. “I counted eighteen of those damn signs today.” You babbled, resting your arm on the center console before trailing on, diffusing the topic, “Anyways, let’s go thrifting or something. I don’t wanna go home.”

Rhea shrugged in agreeance before pulling out of her parking spot. She knew things were tough for you at home. You had recently come out as lesbian to your parents. They weren't unsupportive but they weren't exactly supportive at the same time which had built quite a bit of tension in the household. You came out to Rhea just about two years ago, who was more than supportive. She was your number one defender, always there to threaten whichever classmate that dared to ridicule you.

You knew absolutely nothing about Rhea’s sexuality. Hell, even Rhea knew nothing about her sexuality. She only knew one thing, that she liked you. She didn’t even know when she caught feelings for you, it was like the sentiments were there since the moment you first spoke to her. She hoped as time went on the flutters she’d feel for you would pass on but recently she couldn’t seem to even push the mere thought of you out of her head, it was killing her.

The drive to the nearest thrift shop was comfortably silent…silent if you ignored the Black Veil Brides cd Rhea had blaring…

Entering the store the pair of you let out scoffed laughs as the first thing catching your attention was a large display of second hand dresses. Shaking it out of your heads and ignoring it at first you carried on to wander the isles, grabbing whatever caught your eye to try on later although you’d inevitably end back up to the racks of long dresses. You weren't a big fan of dresses but you wanted to waste as much time as you possibly could, so you decided to browse the gowns with Rhea.

She pulled a deep maroon dress, the form fitting glittered bodice was paired with a looser, more freeing skirt. “Try it on!” Rhea pushed, shoving the dress into your arms.

“I’d look so stupid in this.” You gave Rhea a bewildered look.

“Oh c’mon just try it!”

“Rhe’ when have you ever given a shit about this stuff?”

“Dude you’re the one that wanted to waste time here…” Rhea playfully scorned, diverting your question.

“Urgh, I hate when you’re right.” You huffed, shuffling towards the dressing room.

“How ridiculous do I look?” You pouted, opening the door of the changing room before shuffling to the closest mirror.

Rhea stood behind you, peering over your shoulder as you silently studied yourself in the mirror. You looked at Rhea through the mirror as she opened her mouth to speak but stopped herself in her tracks. “I mean it’s cute but where in the world would I wear this?” You shrugged, adjusting the straps as Rhea chewed on her cheeks.

“Wear it to prom.” Rhea timidly broke her silence.

“Why would I go to prom, Rhe’? First of all it would be so lame and second of all I’d have nobody to go with. I’m just gonna put this back.” You mumbled, turning to make your way back into the changing room.

A hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. “Go with me…” Rhea blurted out, sounding scared of her own words. Her statement caused you to turn to face her with a puzzled expression, Rhea herself even looked surprised at what she just said. Fearing your rejection she quickly added on, “Ya know, like as a joke and stuff. We can make it not lame…”

“As a joke?” Your heart that was skipping beats just seconds ago was immediately let down.

“Yeah. It’s just a stupid idea we don’t hav-”

“No, let's go…as a joke.” You interrupted Rhea’s nervous deflection. “We’ve got nothing better to do.” You shrugged on watching Rhea’s anxieties fade into the distance as her classic cheeky smile crept upon her face.

After you swapped out of your dress you returned to Rhea who was holding up a silky black dress with a deep slit in the skirt. “This’ll work. I’m too lazy to try anything on.” She chuckled while shrugging.

“That's ballsy Rhe-Rhe.”

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Tonight was the night, you were sat atop Rhea’s bathroom counter, finishing up your makeup while Rhea was shuffling around her closet searching for a pair of shoes. It had been four weeks since Rhea ‘asked’ you to prom and you simply couldn’t keep your mind off it. Although you two planned this whole thing as a joke, something shifted ever so slightly between the two of you, maybe it wasn’t a joke, who knows. Rhea had your heart in your throat at every moment and you were the topic of every thought that popped into Rhea’s head. More than ever the both of you were head over heels for each other, just terrified the other wouldn’t reciprocate those shared feelings.

Your parents were completely unaware you’d be attending prom. You had informed them you were staying with a friend before immediately storming off to Rhea’s house. Rhea’s parents hadn’t a clue either, they were under the impression tonight would be just another night of the two of you doing nothing for hours then sneaking out to go for a drive at three in the morning. There truly wasn’t much reasoning behind this secret, you guys just wanted to have this night for yourselves without pestering parents.

“Urgh! At this point I’m gonna go barefoot!” You could hear yet another pair of shoes be tossed to the floor. You slid off Rhea’s counter, stepped out of her bathroom and over to her closet. She was already in her dress tearing through a pile of shoes on the floor. “What has gotten into you Rhe’?” You leaned against the doorframe laughing at the fact that Rhea of all people was stressing over shoes.

Rhea rolled her eyes ignoring your banter. “Would it make me a hipster if I wore converse?”

“Oh absolutely, I dare you!”

“You know I will,” Rhea retorted, picking up a black pair of the canvas shoes.

You chuckled before turning to return to the bathroom, letting Rhea know you were gonna change. You got into your dress with ease up until you came to the zipper on the back. You groaned in annoyance, reaching behind to your back attempting to wiggle the zipper to no avail.

“Rhe’, can you help me real quick?” You asked while popping your head out the door.

“Hm? What’s up?” Rhea turned around and questioned before making her way up to you, trying to keep her gaze from falling down to the hand placed on your chest, keeping the dress from completely slipping from your body.

“Zippers stuck,” You pouted, turning around. Rhea’s hand swept across the base of your neck, sweeping your hair to the side. You watched her through the mirror as she began fumbling with the metal, ultimately getting it to slide up your back.

After an awkward exchange of bashful looks the two of you finished getting ready in each other's company. You sat next to Rhea slipping into your shoes while she tied off her converse, took a handful of polaroid pictures together, then eventually snuck out Rhea’s window to begin your hike to the school.

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“Ouu! Ripley’s got a date!” Was whistled out by a classmate as you and Rhea made your way down the congested hallway, making Rhes roll her eyes.

“Shut up dickhead! We’re here as a joke.” Rhea rebutted, flipping the guy off as she carried on down the hall.

Here as a joke but her flushed cheeks and sweaty hand gripping yours told a slightly different story.

“Dickheads always running their mo-” Rhea muttered, stepping into the crowded gymnasium.

“Shh. It’s fine, you shouldn’t worry about them.” You cut off Rhea, giving her hand a squeeze as you examined the starry night themed room. The area was dimly lit by blue leds and strings of fairy lights. Blue curtains decorated with paper stars draped over the majority of the walls while an array of tables adorned with bottles of fairy lights surrounded a dance floor full of teenagers.

You both seated yourselves near the stage where a live band was playing. Your legs pressed against one another as you fell into an array of conversations. Thirty minutes had managed to sneak by before your meaningless conversation was cut short by your biology teacher.

“You girls gonna sit here and chat all night? Go dance!”

“But dancing is lame, Mr. Brown.” Rhea groaned while you both turned to face the man.

“I promise you that in ten years you’ll regret not doing anything at your senior prom. Seriously, go dance!” Your teacher stood behind you giving his words of advice. Rhea peeked over to you looking for your opinion. You gave her a ‘why not’ shrug before rising from your seat.

“But I don't even know how to slow dance.” Rhea whined to herself under her breath as she stood up. “If we have to dance, we’re dancing in the corner cause I’m gonna look stupid.” She stipulated.

You guided Rhea over to a secluded section of the dance floor near a wall, reassuring her that you also had no clue on what you were doing.

“We’ll just do what everyone else is doing, Rhe’.”

“I think this right,” Rhea unassuredly giggled with a racing heart, taking a hold of your left hand while wrapping her free hand around your waist. You shook your hair to cover your flushing cheeks as you brought your right hand to rest on her shoulder. The pair of you began swaying to the music while trying to hold back laughter, both in slight disbelief at your current situation. Prom was the last place either of you ever expected to be attending.

You were already trailing back into the pit of those sapphire eyes, drowning out all external noise you missed Rhea humming about how beautiful you looked. You were too occupied taking in the essence of your childlike crush to take notice of the grip Rhea had on your waist tightening. You were fully prepared to stare into those eyes all night, but Rhea was eager to run a risk.

A set of warm lips fell onto you abruptly, pulling you by the waist into a desperate kiss. All five senses rushed over your body, sending a rush of adrenaline through your bloodstream, placing you in awe too shocked to move.

Rhea forced herself to pull away, letting a sigh of relief out before the panic settled in, “Shit. I, god I’m so-”

Your thoughts had just now grasped what just happened.

This was a kiss that spent years in the making…you were not just gonna let it end like that.

Your hand slipped to the back of Rhea’s head, pushing Rhea back into the kiss, forcibly putting an end to her apology. She immediately fell back into your lips, closing her dilated eyes. While her tongue slid across your bottom lip begging to deepen the kiss, her hands slid up to cup your cheeks. Time slid away as the two of you fell into each other in your isolated corner of the gymnasium.

Rhea pulled herself from your lips breathless, her parted lips forming an open smile. She wanted more. You attempted to collect your thoughts while catching your breath. Both of you were attempting to draft a response while gazing into each other, because what do you say after tasting your best friend of five years?

“Cool.” You nodded

Rhea shook her head scoffing out a laugh, still making an attempt to regulate her breath. She took grip of your hand, giving it a squeeze before beginning to pull you into the hall without speaking a word.

“Wher-”

“Just follow me!” Rhea cut you off, rushing through the halls as she dragged you behind herself, both of you trying not to stumble over your dresses.

She halted in front of the nurses office before fiddling with the keypad on the door, “God bless modern technology,” She muttered, managing to get the door open as you watched in disbelief. “Don’t even ask.” She chuckled, scanning the hall to make sure you were in the clear before tugging you into the room.

Once Rhea’s foot forced the door shut her lips directly got to work pinning themselves to your neck, nipping at the delicate skin.

“Shit Rhe’, there might be cameras.” You pushed through a stunned whine.

“There's none…” Rhea couldn't even pull her lips away from your skin as she spoke, “Wouldn't stop me either way, I’ve waited too long for this.” She grunted, dragging her kisses to your collarbone. “Now please tell me I can keep going.”

“I don’t think I could ever tell you to stop.” You pulled Rhea’s face to meet your eyes, whispering your confession. There was no need for Rhea to open her mouth, the look on her face alone told you that was exactly what she needed to hear.

“You have no fucking clue how long I’ve waited for this.” Rhea growled, grasping your cheeks as she pulled you over to the nurses twin sized treatment bed.

She brought her legs to straddle over you, lowering her chest to hover over you. Rhea was attached to you like a dog, her lips were sloppy against yours as her hands snuck to pull up the skirt of your dress.

Rhea brought herself between your legs, in a rush to finally get a taste of your core.

“Please…I’m begging you, please don't make me wait more than I already have.” Rhea looked up at you pleading.

Your heart was in your throat as you fervently nodded. “I wanna hear your voice,” Rhea begged, whispering out your name.

“Rhea, please just do anything, I need, I need you.”

With that said she hurriedly slid your panties down your legs, tossing them to the foot of the bed. Rhea was making it clear that tonight was her time to shine.

“Fuck, you’re perfect…” Rhea murmured, awed at the sight of your soaked cunt. Her arms tangled themselves around your legs. After years her tongue finally made contact with your delicacy, she preached a string of curses, finally getting what she was after. You propped yourself on your elbows to catch the sight of Rhea exploring your brand new world. You could feel a smirk between your legs as her eyes met yours, thirstily watching you watch.

“Tastes so good.” Rhea praised, sweeping her tongue through your folds before bringing herself to round your clit. You chewed on your cheeks to hush the moans escaping your throat as Rhea wrapped her lips around your sensitivity, allowing her to lightly suck at your skin. Your legs made an unsuccessful attempt at wrapping around Rhea’s head only to be overtaken by her hands, prying them open, giving her full access to devour your aching heat.

The stealthy addition of two fingers into your emptiness was only amplifying the wobbly knees her mouth alone had created. Her fingers began steadily massaging into you, causing an arch to form over your back. The mixture of Rhea’s roaming tongue and grinding digits already had a knot forming in your stomach.

“Fucking Christ Rhe’, where the fuck did you learn all this.” You struggled out through moans. Rhea let out a soft chuckle as she continued to take your clit into her mouth, rolling her tongue piercing over your sensitivity.

Rhea gave your cunt one last kiss before she brought herself to face you. Now that Rhea had finally gotten a taste of your mouth she couldn't get enough, she had to return for more. Your lips once again blended together, your moans now slipping into Rhea’s mouth as her fingers curled inside your core.

“God, you sound so beautiful.” Rhea admired, pressing her warmed forehead against yours while her digits continued toying with your clenching walls. Her thumb was soon added to the mixture of pleasure as it rubbed rhythmic circles over your bud.

“Rhe’, I want to feel you against me,” You opened your eyes, pulling from her kiss while your hips rolled against her working digits. “Please.”

Rhea nodded, her eyes full of adoration, she’d do whatever it took to please you no matter if it took minutes or hours. She let her fingers come to a declined pace before withdrawing from your warmth. She stood up, licking her fingers clean before riding her dress up her legs and dropping her panties. She rushed to return to the bed pulling your leg into the air before propping a leg of hers next to your hip.

Rhea settled her heat against yours, letting out a heavy breath. She gradually started rocking her hips against you, mixing your slick together. You watched as the new sensation of pleasure washed over her, causing her jaw to drop open and her eyes to roll to the back of her head.

“Just…just like that.” You whimpered as you began to grind your hips at a matching pace, chasing towards your climax. Rhea’s arm clung to your leg that was situated in the air for support as the sound of quiet moans and the rustling of dress fabric bounced around the room.

“Feels so good, fuck.” Rhea quickened her motions, moaning out the nickname she created for you through heavy breaths.Rhea pushed herself further against you chasing her own high as you squirmed beneath her grinds.

“Rhe’, I’m gonna cum.” You whined out, reaching for a hand to cling to. Her hand met you halfway, instantly taking you into her grip she pulled you up to meet her face. She was back to those oh-so passionate kisses she could now never get enough of. “Please, Rhe’!” You cried against her, her movements bucking against your cunt.

Rhea nodded into your kiss signaling for your release, her own climax just seconds away. Your series of moans brushed against Rhea’s lips as your orgasm washed over you, hers quickly following. Muffled whines echoed around the room as Rhea’s thrusts against you faltered.

After riding out your highs together, Rhea squeezed herself next to you on the tiny bed and rested her hand on your thigh, giving it a soft squeeze. “I swear to god if you say cool.” Rhea looked over at you giggling.

“Unfair!” You joked, resting your head against Rhea’s chest. You both fell into silence simply taking in the moment, reflecting on everything that had just happened. Rhea peppered small kisses to the top of your head as you toyed with the fabric of her dress.

“We should probably get outta here before somebody finds us.” Rhea suggested, breaking the silence.

“Wanna go dance again?” You teased as you turned to face her.

Rhea quickly shook her head, “I’m never gonna dance again. I was so bad.” She laughed, “How about we go find a parking lot and makeout under the stars, hm?”

“I seriously would have never expected you to be all smoochy, Rhe’.”

“Look, I have like five years of kisses to make up for!”

#this one is such a mess sorry lol #i fear i yearned too much #rhea ripley smut #rhea ripley fanfic #rhea ripley #rhea ripley oneshot #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley fluff #rhea ripley fanfiction #wwe x reader #wwe smut

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basketonthedoorstepofthefbi · 8 months ago

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"obstinate, headstrong girl" part 2 - aaron hotchner x fem!reader

read part 1 here

wc: 3000

cw: mentions of food and alcohol! enemies to lovers! poorly researched medical information lmao i am a liberal arts girly i just need it for the plot. typical bau meddling, reader is lowkey a bully but dw bc hotch is still a little bitch, part 3 to come c:

a/n big fat thank you to my bestie @cerisereids for all her help workshopping / brainstorming with me! i also got the BEAUTIFUL dividers from the immensely talented @saradika-graphics

You.

With your red dress and your attitude, throwing back amaretto sours like they’re tequila shots - who gets drunk on amaretto sours? They’re basically safe to drink while pregnant. To be fair, you didn’t get sloppy, or even really that drunk. By the end of the night, your eyes appeared just a bit heavy, like someone had tied miniature weights to your eyelashes.

Your eyelashes. Aaron had never found eyelashes, of all things, to be attractive, but here he is, in the middle of a work day with a report half-finished (and half-assed, at that), and he’s thinking about your eyelashes.

He’s thought of basically every part of you already today. Your knees, your dress, what’s underneath it. You have been sucking him into a black hole all day long, and he’s to the point where he’s halfway wishing for a serial killer so he can focus on something else.

He plows his hand through his dark hair, shaking off the overwhelming thoughts of you. He checks the silver Rolex on his wrist. It’s nearly time to leave. Aaron doesn’t usually do this, but he decides to leave this report for tomorrow, when he can look at the letters on the page and not see your face, hear your voice.

Just as he starts packing up, there’s a knock on his open office door. Aaron’s dark eyes flicker up to see Garcia standing in the doorway, Morgan’s tall frame looming behind her. “Hotch, you got anything going on tonight?”

Aaron shakes his head. For once, he actually doesn’t. “Jack’s at a sleepover,” he says. “What’s up?”

“We’re taking Spence and Jacqueline to this nighttime vendor market thingy,” Penelope says, scrunching her nose up with a smile. “You remember Jacqueline?”

It’s been a week since Derek’s birthday, when Jacqueline and Spencer were introduced. More relevantly, since Aaron laid eyes on you. “I remember.”

“You wanna come with us?” Penelope asks with bright eyes. Aaron opens his mouth the decline almost immediately, but Penelope beats him to it. “Y/N’s not coming.”

Aaron arches a brow. “What makes you think I care if Y/N’s coming or not?” he asks.

“Oh, c’mon, Hotch,” Derek puts all his weight on the doorjamb. “We saw you staring at her at my birthday. It’s about time you moved on from Haley, any-”

“If I say I’ll come out, will you stop talking?” Aaron cuts him off, grabbing his briefcase.

Derek ponders this for a second, even looks to Penelope as if to ask permission. He shrugs his shoulders in what Aaron suspects will be the first little white lie of the evening. “Yeah.”

How anyone was able to sprain their ankle while shopping for books is beyond you. Leave it to Jacqueline, the wide-eyed, quirkily clumsy ingénue of her very own romantic comedy, to trip over a curb while gazing starry-eyed at the oh-so dreamy Dr. Reid. She called you from the emergency room with a shrill panic lining her voice, and you immediately leapt up from the couch. You didn’t even bother pausing your show on the TV, just slid some shoes on, grabbed your bag, and bolted out the door.

You’re taking extra long strides, your flip-flops smacking obnoxiously against the linoleum tiles of the hospital floor. When you spot Jacqueline sitting up in the bed, still in her own clothes, you feel instant relief. At least she’s not panicking anymore. Spencer sits diligently by her side, fidgeting with the edges of the sheets. Jacqueline’s right leg is elevated atop several pillows, with a meek smile on her face once her eyes meet yours.

“Spencer, you’re supposed to keep an eye on her at all times,” you joke with a weak laugh, sighing as you plop down in the empty chair beside Spencer’s.

“She saw something shiny and wandered off,” Spencer shrugs, and Jacqueline glares at the both of you.

“This whole talking about me like I’m not here, thing? Not my favorite,” she deadpans. There’s the Jacqueline you know and love. In crowded social settings, she can be reclusive and difficult to open up. But with only a few people around - especially people she’s comfortable around - Jacqueline is a completely different person.

You’re glad she feels comfortable around Spencer after just a week of knowing him. They’re not even officially dating, per se, but tonight they went out with Penelope and Derek to test the waters. You think it’s cute - like two fifth-graders on a chaperoned outing to the movies, with their parents sitting a row behind them.

You were invited to tag along, but you didn’t want to be the fifth wheel. You also were having a really long, insufferable week, and you simply needed some recharge time. So you politely declined.

“Oh, shush, you’ve got bigger fish to fry,” you tell Jacqueline playfully, eyes darting down to her elevated foot. “So, what’s the damage?”

“Sprained ankle, possibly fractured,” Spencer rattles off. “Usually an x-ray isn’t required, but since Jacqueline’s having pain in her malleolar zone - that is, the top part of the ankle that connects to the tibia - the doctor ordered one. We’re waiting on the results to come back, but I think they’ll just put her in a brace for a few weeks. Statistically speaking, only about 15% of sprained ankles result in significant bone fractures.”

You release an awkward little chuckle, very nearly overwhelmed by the amount of information Spencer just dumped on you. Jacqueline shrugs her shoulders a little, like this is just how he is, and I love it.

You blink a few times as you absorb all of Spencer’s ramblings. “So.. she’s gonna be fine?”

“Yeah, she’ll be fine,” Spencer cracks a smile, and his thumb brushes affectionately over the top of Jacqueline’s hand. Your friend blushes furiously, ever-so-clearly under the fluorescent lighting.

“So what exactly happened?” You ask.

Before either of them get to answer, imposing footsteps grow louder, and you hear a familiar voice say, “Okay, coffee acquired.”

Smooth like the neat whiskey he was throwing back the night you met him, Aaron’s voice drags down your spine. Your belly does acrobatic flips. You visibly tense up for a second before turning around to see Aaron with a cardboard drink carrier in his hand containing three to-go cups of coffee.

“Oh, hi, Y/N. When did you get here?” Aaron’s voice goes flat, and he meets your eyes civilly.

“While you were getting coffee, I presume,” you deadpan, and you swear you see one of those imposing brown eyes twitch.

“Right,” Aaron hands Jacqueline her coffee, and then has to lean over you so he can give Spencer his. You catch whiffs of pine and espresso and dark leather. His chest is basically in your face for a solid three seconds. God, he’s broad. He’s also in a suit, save for the jacket and tie, and your eyes catch the crinkly lines in his white dress shirt, no longer crisp from being worn all day. They look like rivers on a map. “Well, I guess I’ll be going. Glad you’re okay, Jacqueline, that was quite the fall.”

“Oh, no, Aaron, you don’t have to go!” Jacqueline pipes up, holding her coffee with two hands. “I mean, only if you need to, but, we’re still waiting for my X-ray to come back, and I know I’d love the company.”

You look at Jacqueline with a bewildered expression. “I mean, I’d love the company of all of you,” Jacqueline corrects, her cheeks pinkening.

You cross your ankles, suddenly aware that you’re in your loungewear - beige linen shorts and a blue Georgetown sweatshirt - and your hair sits in a haphazard knot on top of your head. You have to remind yourself that you don’t care. That Aaron Hotchner’s opinion of you does not matter.

Aaron seems momentarily frozen in place, standing at the foot of Jacqueline’s bed. His eyes dart to you as if to silently ask permission to stay, and you give a subtle, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it shrug and tilt of your head. He inhales and you see his nostrils flare. He clears his throat and says, “Let me find a chair, then.”

There’s something humorous about a man as tall and imposing and draconian as Aaron Hotchner looking for a chair in the emergency room bay of a hospital. Shoulders hunched so he doesn’t inconvenience anyone. You hope he feels embarrassed and humbled by the experience. A muted smirk rests upon your lips as you watch him most unhelpfully, not even bothering to move from your seat.

Eventually he finds a free chair in the corner and drags it to the other side of Jacqueline’s bed, keeping a respectful distance. He looks across the bed at Spencer, who sits beside you. “Did you tell her that Garcia basically pushed Jacqueline over the curb?”

Fluorescent lighting had never been so flattering before. Under its clarifying spotlight, Aaron gets to see details of you he’d missed at the bar where you first met. The texture of your skin, an extra little sliver of thigh from those linen shorts he wasn’t privy to before.

And when he leaned over you to give Reid his coffee? He caught your intoxicating scent and now he fears it will either be stuck in his nostrils forever, or it will fade too quickly, before he can commit it to memory.

“Penelope did what?” You’re asking, looking at Reid, then Jacqueline, brows creasing in the middle.

Aaron folds his left leg atop his right, then nods with an amused smile. It’s clear you still don’t like him - might even hate him for how cold he was to you at the bar the other night. He can tell by the way you refuse to look at him unless absolutely necessary, how your jaw visibly tenses every time he addresses you directly.

“I have no solid proof,” Aaron begins, offering the information as an olive branch. Your eyes snap to his and he’s jarred for a second, then he continues, the corners of his lips ticking up into an amused smile. “But one second, I see Garcia and Morgan at least three feet behind where Jacqueline’s walking, and the next thing I know, she’s on the ground and Garcia’s apologizing profusely.”

“Why isn’t she here?” You laugh softly, and Aaron’s chest thrums. He can’t diagnose his reaction to it, but your laugh, no matter how strained and merely polite it might be at this moment, could be the thing that kills him.

“Something about feeding JJ and Emily’s cat while they’re on vacation,” Jacqueline chimes in. Aaron clocks the younger woman’s eyes and how glued they are on Reid. She’s been so closed off every time Aaron’s around, so this tidbit of information coming from her surprises him. Aaron’s wondered this whole time if she truly likes Reid or if she’s just being kind.

You nod in understanding and lean back in your chair. Little wisps of your hair fall into your eyes and you brush them back delicately with your index finger.

Jacqueline pipes up again, her voice still timid and maybe a little tired. “Would you mind maybe getting me a snack?” She asks you.

Aaron watches the softening of your expression as you look at Jacqueline fondly. You would do anything for her, and he can tell. “Of course,” you squeeze Jacqueline’s uninjured leg as you rise from your seat.

“And maybe Aaron can go with you? Since Spence is pretty hungry, too, right, Spence?” Jacqueline proposes.

Your soft expression twists into one of slight irritance.

Aaron knows exactly what Jacqueline is up to, but it takes Reid a lingering moment to catch on. ��What - oh, yeah, I’m starving,” the good doctor adds, even going to far as to pat his stomach, as if to say it’s hollow in there.

Your eyes shrink in annoyance, and you seem to plaster a sickly sweet smile onto your lips, one that would make demons shake in their boots. You lock eyes with Aaron, as if to say, well? What’s it gonna be?

Aaron asks Jacqueline and Reid what they want, then leads the way out of the ER and towards the cafeteria. The hospital’s signage is fairly easy to follow, and Aaron slows his usually long strides so you don’t have to struggle to keep up.

He gestures to your Georgetown sweatshirt. “You graduated from Georgetown?” He asks.

“No, I just like to wear merchandise for schools I didn’t attend,” you deadpan, and there’s that goddamn attitude again.

Aaron considers laying it all out - right here, right now. You’re not even thirty yet, from what Garcia’s told him. He shouldn’t be attracted to you, but he is, and god, is it killing him. Instead, he just furrows his brows and doesn’t say anything.

“Yeah,” you soften a little, shoving your hands in the pockets of the sweatshirt. You seem to be cutting Aaron a little bit of slack, for whatever reason. “Yeah, I went to Georgetown.”

Aaron holds the door open for you when you reach the cafeteria. You feel a little bad for your snarky comment in the hallway. You were not raised to be outwardly rude. You were raised to hoard your resentment like a precious flower, nursing it so it grows big and strong.

“Jacqueline made it really sound like an emergency, huh?” Aaron asks, following you to the line. You shoot him a quizzical brow, and he gestures to your ensemble.

“Oh, excuse me for not wearing an Armani suit to the hospital,” you roll your eyes, but they linger on the wrinkles in his dress shirt. “You just went out right after work, then? In your fancy suit?”

Aaron smooths his fingertips over the white cotton. The color reminds you of freshly cleaned bedsheets. “Yeah, and it’s not Armani, for your information.”

“Sorry, Mr. FBI. What is it, then, Dolce & Gabbana? Ralph Lauren?”

“Tom Ford.”

“Like that’s any less pretentious,” you scoff.

“Hey, I can spend my money however I choose,” Aaron says, and you know he’s right. That doesn’t mean you’re not going to give him shit for it.

“Must be nice to just burn cash,” you say dryly. “I’m sure your wife loves that.”

“I don’t have a wife.” You look at him over your shoulder and his eye twitches a little when he says this.

You’re not sure why you mention a wife anyway. Maybe you’re merely curious, but then again, you’ve already clocked that he’s not wearing a wedding ring. “Girlfriend, then,” you correct. “Do men your age call them girlfriends, or do you prefer the term mistress?”

“Men my age?” Aaron laughs bitterly. “I don’t have a girlfriend,” he says. His voice is stringent, right on the line of annoyance. You smirk to yourself and grab a tray so you can carry the food. “Even if I did, I wouldn’t call her my mistress, because I don’t have a wife to cheat on with her.”

“Bachelors in the 1800s called their girlfriends mistresses,” you point out, though your facts are coming from Bridgerton, so you’re not sure if they’re entirely accurate. “I don’t know how old-fashioned you are.”

“I’m not,” Aaron says simply as you load an individual-size veggie pizza on your tray for Jacqueline, then grab a bag of chips and a soda for yourself. Aaron grabs the sandwich Spencer requested, and you lead the way to the checkout.

The cafeteria worker punches in your items, and then Aaron’s. “Oh, we’re not together,” you correct politely.

“It’s fine,” Aaron insists, pulling a silver AmEx out of his wallet. You reach for your own wallet to try and beat him, but he’s already swiped by the time you even get it out.

You thank the cafeteria worker before gathering everything in your hands. “You didn’t have to do that,” you say as you and Aaron head out of the cafeteria. He holds the door open for you, again.

“It’s not a big deal,” Aaron says as you walk through the open door. “Chivalry is still alive, as far as I’m concerned.”

“Not old-fashioned, huh?” You smirk as you look up at him, feeling your cheeks redden a bit. Wait, when did this become playful jesting rather than straight-up bullying?

“Maybe a little old-fashioned.” Aaron’s lips hint at a smile, and you feel your mouth go dry.

“Shocking that you’re still on the market,” you say, admittedly because you’re curious about what Penelope said the other night at the bar. Something about Aaron going through a hard time.

“My job requires a lot of my time,” Aaron explains. Your footsteps slow a little and he matches your pace. “Even if I found someone worth all the trouble, I don’t think I’d have the time to dedicate to a relationship.”

“Worth all the trouble?” You repeat, a scoff lining your voice like a thousand tiny needles. Aaron resists the urge to visibly wince at your reaction.

Why you’re prompting all this relationship discussion is beyond him. He’s a profiler, for Christ’s sake, but he can’t pin you down, for some reason. He lays the brickwork down and builds his walls up again. For a moment, back in the cafeteria, he was starting to let you in.

But, no, it doesn’t matter how god-forsakenly adorable you are when you scrunch your nose or call him out on his bullshit. Aaron’s not ready for this kind of thing yet, so iciness is necessary. It protects him, it protects Jack, but - and, maybe most importantly - it protects you.

You’re young and you’re willful. You’re a goddamn hurricane, a force to be reckoned with, but your stubbornness is a house of cards. Aaron Hotchner knows that if he hurts you, the cards will fall. And he could never forgive himself for something like that.

So when you look at him for some kind of explanation, throwing him an arched brow and the opportunity to explain himself, he doesn’t take it. Instead, he watches as you pick up your pace and walk ahead of him, leaving a hell of a view and a frustrated, fully-grown man in your wake.

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Starry Kiss

Summary: you’ve always had a crush on your childhood best friend Chris but always thought your feelings were one-sided since he always had girls all over him and he could have anyone he wanted. One day you hosted a sleepover for your friends as well as Chris, night soon came and you two were the only ones awake and you go stargazing in the starry night where you confess your feelings to him and he responds with a genuine kiss you’ve always wanted to experience… Genre: FLUFF, childhood best friends, stargazing, sleepover, high school sweethearts, starry night, love confession, best friends to lovers, unexpected kiss & possibly more! Warnings: None! Just cutesy sweetheart best friends finally getting together!

Me and Chris have been childhood best friends and I've always had a small crush on him but never thought my feelings were one-sided since he always had girls all over him and once I even had to help him with his first crush who became his first girlfriend who later turned out to be using him.

The poor guy was devastated after that and I had to be his personal therapist for almost two weeks after he got over her and found a new girl to thirst over, it ended up not being me.

I never was good at expressing my emotions since no one never asked unless it was evident something was wrong, only ever Chris saw through the fake smile I would put on everyday to hide the real emotions I would feel, that's one of the many reasons why I have a fat crush on him since childhood.

After school we walk together to my house or his then I would vent to him and show him the real me no one else saw besides him. We could talk and laugh together for hours on end, I always tried to somehow give him blank hints but too scared to actually confess since Im afrain of ruining our friendship I love so much and will cherish all of our moments together fondly.

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One day I decided to host a sleepover for my friend group, including Chris and some of his guy friends since I know he wouldn't survive being around all of my girlfriends so of course I made an acception for him.

And I’m sure my friends won’t mind.

Chris was the first person to get there since he came in early to help me with preparing all of the stuff that needs to be set up.

While setting up the designated place to sleep we got into a small pillow fight…

• Before Everyone Arrived…

When I was arranging the pillows with Chris’s help, I suddenly felt something soft hit my back and chuckling behind me. Slowly turning for dramatic effect I see Chris burst out laughing and I know he threw the pillow at me.

His laughter is soon muffled by a pillow hitting his face, I soon followed with the chuckles and choked out through the laughter filling the air.

“Thats what you get!”

He immediately went into action and started to throw more pillows at me and I followed behind, throwing pillows at him that were in my reach. We soon started a pillow fight.

I grabbed one of the longer and bigger pillows, he looked at me and put his hand out like eleven while laughing.

“Don’t you even dare!” He speaks between chuckles as I take the risk and hit him with the big pillow in my hand.

“Oh you’re gonna regret doing that”

Suddenly he tackles me to the floor, ending up on top of me with both of us laughing and pillows flying all around, he drops down onto the floor next to me as we continue to laugh at the whole playful situation.

I would be lying if the altercation didn’t fluster me even in the slightest.

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7:45 PM

As the time of the deadline for everyone to finally arrive, me and Chris are waiting by sitting on the couch a bit too close, my head laying down on his shoulder and a simple hand wrapped around my waist and pulling me closer to him.

The whole time I'm trying to hide the slight pink hue growing on my cheeks, its not the first time we sit in such position that could be taken as an intimate one.

My friends often tease me and say to just confess to him like its thats easy. I dont want to ruin our friendship as it could be the last type of friendship we get like this.

While we wait for the others to arrive, the doorbell finally rings indicating they have just arrived, I shoot up onto my feet and to the front door.

Chris follows behind as I open the door, on the other side there’s two girls, my best friend Kayla and Natalie, one guy whos Chris's standing with bags in hand, all being my friends.

I greet them and quickly let them inside, leading them upstairs into the guests bedroom where we’ll be all sleeping since there’s more room there for all of us.

They all put their bags away and we start the fun part of the sleepover...

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10:54 PM

After a little adventure around the night town only illuminated by old street lamps and a snack trip to the store for a small horror marathon we finally got back to my house.

I place the bag of snacks on the coffee table in the living room as all of us gathered inside of the room to start the horror marathon.

All of us take a seat on the couch, the guys sit on one side of the couch and the girls in the other. Me and Chris are in the middle separating the gender groups created.

Grabbing the remote I open the first streaming service I land on, which landed on classic Netflix.

I begin to scroll through the ‘horror’ section, everyone talking among themselves and suggesting what we should watch first before we finally decide on ‘Fear Street’ which is a horror series with 3 movies.

We get comfortable in our spots and I play the movie, some grab snacks and some grab drinks and then the movie starts…

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• After a Horror Movie Marathon

1:31 AM

After watching a god knows how much hours worth of horror movies everyone was finally starting to feel sleepy except for me and Chris for some reason.

“I’m tired…” Kayla yawns, making sluggish moves to get up from her spot on the couch. Everyone else agrees they’re also feeling tired and suggest we should already go to bed.

“Yeah we should go to bed already” Natalie suggests, slowly starting to get up as well to head to our designated sleeping place.

We all follow suite but when I try to get up, Chris decides it would be a funny idea to randomly throw we over his shoulder and carry me to our sleeping place.

I let out a quiet yelp as he throws me over his shoulder, his little giggles echoing through the room as the group looks at us a bit surprised but used to us acting like this with each other.

Trying to protest for him to put me down, sending small hits to his back as he continues to carry me and walk up the stairs with the group until we make it to the room.

He finally puts me down and I shoot him a playful glare which only fuels the stupid grin on his face, we enter the room after everyone and close the door behind us.

We make sure to not step on anyone before both of us got to our sleeping spot for the night and lay down, pulling the duvet over my body as the warmth of it surrounds my body but even with the warm feeling, I find myself not quite being able to fall asleep.

I pretend to sleep, closing my eyes to trick my brain into making me fall asleep but I just lay there conscious with my eyes closed and little did I know that Chris was having the same problem…

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• Two Hours Later

3:09 AM

After a few hours I’m still laying there and staring at the ceiling while everyone’s shallow breathing fills the rooms air and hits my ears in a smooth melody.

A sudden quiet whisper and slight nudge on the shoulder taps me out of my small trance and I look towards the source of the noise.

“Hey, you awake?” I feel Chris’s warm breath hit my cold skin and send a small shiver running down my spine as he speaks.

“No, what’s up?” Answering his question I sit up on my bed and make some room for him to sit down as well so he doesn’t have to keep kneeling down on the hard wooden floor.

“I can’t quite fall asleep for some reason.” He confesses, taking the seat infront of me on the bed. It making a small indent and elevating my own seating from his weight overpowering mine.

“Me neither.” I agree, looking around the room I glance over at the window where the source of the moonlight that’s illuminating the room is coming from.

Noticing the especially starry night sky tonight I remember I was reading an article about that there was supposed to be a starry night.

I suddenly get an idea, since we can’t sleep and I wanted to go star gazing tonight anyway and might as well drag Chris along with me.

“It’s a pretty starry night tonight” I state the obvious before looking back at him and adding, “Wanna go star gazing?”

He glanced between me and the night sky and chuckles quietly then nods his head in agreement. “Yeah, sure”

A soft smile spreads across my face as he agrees and the thought of sitting on a hill with a perfect view of the starry night sky just enters my mind as I imagine the scenery.

We quietly get up from my bed and I grab a blanket on the way out of the room, slowly closing the door behind us than make our way towards the front door to sneak out of the dark house.

On our way down the stairs, Chris suddenly almost trips over something in the dark. Silently cursing under his breath as he out of reflex grabs the my arm and the railing, holding on for dear life to not face plant down the stairs.

I’m trying my hardest to not burst out laughing at his terrified expression at almost falling to his death and making a lot of noise when we’re supposed to be quiet.

Quickly making our way to the front door and almost exiting in a hurry to not wake the others up, I start to lead him to the spot I was thinking of that will have the best view of the sky.

“You gotta place in mind already, princess?” He finally asks in a hushed voice, leaning his head down to make me hear him better. The little nickname he always calls me whenever he wants to gauge a reaction out of me.

“You don’t remember? We used to always go there as kids!” I remind him also in a hushed voice as we walk under the beautiful night sky up a medium hill.

Seeing how his eyes widen in realization as the childhood memories flood both of our minds at once, a small smile growing on my face at the cute moments we’ve had there together.

“Ohh, yeah now I remember” He realizes, scratching the back of his neck in slight embarrassment for not remembering to which I give him a reassuring pat on the back.

We start to go down memory lane of all of the special moments we’ve shared over the past years of our constantly blooming friendship, knowing we’ll never be dumb little kids together anymore just makes my heart ache as I would love to go back in time and relive all of those memories.

Some memories brought laughter, sadness or embarrassment. When we finally made it onto the top of the hill, we were immediately met with an a amazing view of the starry night sky.

My lips fall in an inaudible gasp at how beautiful the scenery is, I look over at Chris and he’s in the same state of awe as I am.

The way the moonlight illuminates his facial features and his long brown strands ghosting over his forehead and slightly above his eyes makes my head go into a slight spiral.

Shaking my head and looking away from him to not cause a too much of a blush on my face than the slight staring has already caused.

A sudden idea comes to my mind, it’s the perfect time and place to confess my longing love for him. It may sound like a typical love story but who knows, he could still say no.

With that thought in my overthinking mind, I start to doubt my idea and bash it. It’s the right place but might not be the right time.

He notices me being lost in thought, my eyes darting over all of the stars on the sky as if I was tracing every possible pattern with them.

His face suddenly is placed infront of my vision, snapping me from the small world my mind had put me in and back to reality.

“Hey, you good?” He asks with concern lacing his tone, a shade of worry shading his features in the moonlight as his brows furrow.

I shake my head, a small embarrassed chuckle escaping past my lips to try and laugh off the situation to make it seem I’m fine. “Yeah I’m fine, just zoned out for a minute”

Him not fully believing me but just brushes off the worry for now, he casually drapes a hand over my shoulder in an almost comforting matter.

Leaning my head on his shoulder we start to walk around the hill to find our spot, soon enough we succeed at our search and lay our backs down on the grass.

We watch the stars, pointing out the constellations we notice the starts aligning to create. It was truly a beautiful sight to witness.

As we observe the starts, I try to get the courage to ask him the question I’ve been dreading to ask him for far too long now that I can’t keep it bottled inside anymore.

I sit up so suddenly a feeling of dizziness washes over me, he follows behind me and the same look of worry comes back to cast a shadow over his features.

“Are you sure you’re fine? Why did you sit up so suddenly?” He questions with concern now thick in his tone, raising an eyebrow at my current actions.

Taking a deep breath before the word vomit begins without my permission and I can’t get it to stop no matter how hard my brain screams at me to stop.

“I can’t keep this hidden anymore, sorry in advance but…” I pause for a second, contemplating my decision before my mouth grows a mind of its own and decides for me.

“I’m in love with you. And I-I am for years now but I was always scared to admit it because of all of the girlfriends you’ve had that were way prettier than I could ever be, I’m so sorry for keeping this from you when we promised to not keep secrets from each other and tell each other everything that’s on our mind…”

After my small ramble I grow out of breath and my breathing grows slightly heavy, looking up at him I see his expression is unreadable so my apologetic instinct switches on.

“I’m really sorry, I know you probably don’t feel the same way and might hate me after this. I’m sorry if this could ruin our friendship in any way and I don’t want it to, I’m so fucking so-“

My words suddenly get cut off by Chris grabbing ahold of my jaw and smashing his lips on mine, instantly shutting my moving mouth up.

I’m at a loss of all words that I wanted to speak in that moment, my mind becomes blurry as I melt completely into the kiss and slowly start to kiss him back.

The kiss feels magical, like taken out of a fairytale. Finally finding my Prince Charming or sharing a kiss that’ll save me and erase all of the problems I’ve ever encountered in my life.

When we finally pull away from each other, I look at him in complete shock but a hint of relief in my features is only visible if you look for it hard enough.

“Why did you do that?” I question, feeling confused by his actions since I was sure I would get rejected by him but am so glad I didn’t.

“To stop you from rambling all night long” He confesses the reason behind the unexpected kiss, a smile growing on his face as a reaction to my confused expression.

“I thought you would get weirded out and reject me.” I as well confess to the reason I’m so confused right now, the relief slowly becoming more noticeable on my face.

“It doesn’t matter now what I could have done, so don’t worry about that now” He answers, the smile growing on his face. His hand reaches and lands on my cheek, caressing it with his thumb in an almost loving way that makes a smile of my own form on my lips.

“You’re way to calm about this right now, it’s concerning” I slip out with a hint of joking in my voice to lighten the tense air surrounding us, we share a laugh together before his lips land on mine again. Both of us smilling into the kiss as we fall back onto the ground and share another passionate kiss under the starry night, almost like a starry kiss…

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integra1127grimmreaper · 11 months ago

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Should Probably Leave (Joel Miller)

Joel Miller Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Warning: fluff, implied smut, angst

Summary: After being Sarah's babysitter for the past ten years, Joel and you finally act upon your feelings for one another but your chance at a good life pushes Joel to make sacrifice it all. Inspired by - Chris Stapleton's - You Should Probably Leave.

"So, officially part of the workin' class..." a very familiar voice drawls out from behind, causing you to turn around with a broad smile.

"Hey, Joel... thought we weren't comin'."

Joel audibly scoffs, "miss my favorite person's graduation party...? Never", giving you a playful wink then.

You roll your eyes at his words, "favorite person? Only because I've babysat your kid for cheap for the past ten years."

Joel presses a hand to his chest in pretend offense, "ya wound me, Sweetheart."

With another eyeroll, you softly chuckle at him, "where's Sarah?"

"Out back, with the rest of the kids" he nods his head in the direction, "she'll come round to pester ya soon 'nuff."

"Guess she don't need me much anymore now she's a teenager..." you remark disheartened as you think of the once four-year-old little girl that used to cling to like a barnacle.

"Nah, ya still her best friend" Joel attempts to cheer you up.

You respond with a weak smirk, shrugging, "if ya say so."

"Ahem..." Joel clears his throat, awkwardly scratching the back of his head, "got ya a lil graduation gift."

"Really...?" you stare at him in starry-eyed disbelief.

"It's at the house though" he nervously chuckles, "wanted to give it to ya in private, without makin' a fuss"; referring to the house filled with people.

"No-fuss-Miller..." you giggle at his explanation and his chuckles along, nodding.

"Yeah. Come round later and I'll give to ya?"

"Sure thing, Miller" you broadly smile in agreement.

The interaction between Joel and you end when your mother calls you over to talk to someone and you leave Joel to head over to them. What you didn't notice though; was the look of yearning on his face as you walked away from him.

"Hi there..." you smile at Joel when he opens the door for you.

"Hey, c'mon in" Joel flashes you a dimpled smile, stepping aside to allow you entrance.

"Sarah home?" you enquire at how quiet the house was.

"Nope. Sleepover at a friend's" Joel responds, shutting the door.

"Was hopin' we'd do a movie night" you plop onto the couch with a disappointed sigh.

"Sorry to disappoint ya, hun..." Joel plops down next to you, a small gift box in hand.

"That my gift?" you eagerly eye it.

"Ain't we an eager beaver...?" Joel teasingly bobs his head from side to side, handing it over to you then.

"Don't start with me, Miller..." you shoot him a glare, lips twitching in amusement as you open the box.

"Oh my gosh, Joel!" you stared open mouthed at the silver pedant necklace.

Joel shyly smirks at your reaction, "it's a Celtic infinity knot cross. Symbolizes everlastin' love, friendship an loyalty, least what the guy at the jeweler said..."

Your heart couldn't help but skip a beat at the mention of everlasting love. Could he possibly feel the same as you? Then again, he mentioned friendship, so it was only wishful thinking on your side as always. Joel had never once shown any interest you and you were quite sure he never would.

"Want me to put it on for ya?" Joel enquires, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Sure" you hastily move your hair out the way for him to put on.

"Perfect..." Joel remarks, admiring the pedant resting on your chest.

Reaching up to touch it, your stared starry-eyed at him, "it's beautiful, Joel... thank you."

Joel silently returns the stare; you were absolutely breathtaking, and he wanted to kiss you more than anything at that moment. Knowing that it was quite impossible but not wanting you to leave just yet, Joel offers up something he had never before.

"If ya still keen on the movie night, I don't mind still doin' it... that is, if ya fine with it."

Ecstatic at his offer but not wanting to seem too eager, you teasingly act taken aback, "ya really prepared to sit through a chick flick just to keep me company, Miller?"

Joel scoffs, rolling his eyes at your remark, "as if I ain't done it every time Sarah an ya have a movie night..."

"She always falls asleep halfway through..." you chuckle, nodding in agreement.

"Then ya forced to sit through the rest of it with just my ol' ass for company" Joel drawls in response.

"Ya ain't old..." you scoff, lightly slapping his arm in protest.

"If ya say so" Joel utters out under his breath, giving his head a little shake then, "so, what torture ya got for me this evenin'?"

Reaching for your bag, you flash him a sly smirk, "actually brought two, one to watch with Sarah an one you would enjoy, for after she fell asleep..."

"Really?" Joel's eyes widen in excited interest, "whataya got?"

Taking the DVD out, you playfully wave it in front of his face.

"Oooo... that's one of my favorites!" Joel gasps, snatches it out of your hands in excitement.

"I know" you chuckle in response, "thought I'd repay ya for all the times ya were to finish watchin' all those chick flicks with me."

"Ya a doll!" Joel comment, causing you to lightly blush at his words.

"No problem..."

"This calls for snacks an some drinks, don't cha think?" Joel enthusiastically jumps up from the couch scampering towards the kitchen whilst you shook your head, giggling in amusement.

I know it ain't all that late But you should probably leave

And I recognize that look in your eyes Yeah, you should probably leave

'Cause I know you and you know mech And we both know where this is gonna lead You want me to say that I want you to stay So you should probably leave Yeah, you should probably leave

As interesting as the movie was, you found Joel to be way more; sneaking side-eye peeks at him every time you took a sip your drink.

What you didn't know was; that Joel was quite aware of what you were doing, making it extremely difficult for him to fight the urge to just give in and kiss you. As much as he wanted to, Joel knew it was impossible, you were everything could possibly want a woman; smart, fun, strong, and most importantly; you cared deeply for his daughter. Even though you were only twelve years older than Sarah, you were the closes thing to a mother figure she had ever known. Although it seemed that she wasn't fazed by the possibility of you moving away, Joel knew his daughter well enough to know that the girl was shattered by it. You were the most constant woman in her life and soon you would be leaving, it wasn't far off to believe that the girl felt that she was losing her second chance at having a mother. Sarah never knew her real mother, so there wasn't much to miss about her. But you... you were part of her life for the past ten years and that meant the loss of you would hurt far more.

Sarah wasn't the only one being torn apart by the realization though, Joel was too. He wanted more than anything to keep you by their sides, yet he knew it was impossible. You were still young, had your entire life ahead of you, was just about to start the career of your dreams, unlike him. He was washout and old, a father to a teenager and he knew it would be selfish of him to ask you to stay with them. You had your own life to live, even if it meant breaking his and Sarah's hearts in the process.

There's still time for you to finish your wine Then you should probably leave And it's hard to resist, alright, just one kiss Then you should probably leave

'Cause I know you and you know me And we both know where this is gonna lead You want me to say that I want you to stay So you should probably leave Yeah, you should probably leave

Like a devil on my shoulder, you keep whisperin' in my ear

And it's gettin' kinda hard for me to do the right thing here I wanna do the right thing, baby

As the movie continued, Joel was finding it more difficult to keep his need for you suppressed, especially when you lean into him to rest your head against his shoulder. Lost in the moment and as if it was the most natural reaction, Joel absentmindedly places his arm around you, pulling you closer to his side.

Attempting your best to hide a satisfied smirk, you begin playing with the taut material of his t-shirt spanning across his middle.

"Whataya doing...?" Joe's voice calls you out.

"Er... nothing" you slowly retreat your hand, but Joel stops it.

"Now why don't I believe ya, Sweetheart...?"

"Don't know what ya mean" you murmur, feeling put on the spot as you attempt to pull away from him.

"Nuh-uh..." Joel quickly responds, gripping your chin to look him in the eyes, "ya know exactly what I mean."

"Joel..." you softly plea, tears of frustration prickling your eyes.

"Jesus..." Joel mutters out at the needy look in your eyes. Not able to any further deny either of you of what you both desperately wanted, Joel's head tips down to capture your lips in a gentle kiss.

Letting out a soft whimper, you reach up to bury your fingers in the back of Joel's hair; allowing him the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth and deepen the kiss.

"Just as sweet as I thought ya would taste..." Joel slur against your lips.

"Less talkin', more kissin'..." you grumble out, causing Joel to chuckle as he pulls you into his lap.

"I got ya, Sweetheart..."

The kiss becomes more heated then as Joel's hands travel up your dress to grip at of your bottom. Letting out an approving at the contact and feeling the swell of Joel's erection beneath, you slowly began grinding down onto it. Breathing out a deep moan, Joel's grip on you tightens as he assists by rocking you against his clothed member.

Breaking from the kiss for some air, Joel rests his forehead against yours, "wanna take this to the bedroom?"

You against him once with a soft whine, "please..."

Sun on your skin, 6 am And I been watchin' you sleep And honey, I'm so afraid you're gonna wake up and say That you should probably leave

'Cause I know you and you know me And we both know where this is gonna lead I want you to stay, but you'll probably say That you should probably leave

Yeah, you should probably leave Oh, you should probably leave

Joel silently stared at your beautiful features as you laid sleeping draped over him, you were absolutely magnificent, and he still couldn't believe that last night had happened. He felt like the happiest man alive at that moment, yet he knew the feeling would be short-lived and it was killing him to have to attempt it. You could never be his, not the way he wanted you to be, not when you had so much potential ahead of you.

He wished that last night had never ended and that this morning had never come. Joel knew he had to let you go and live your life, even it meant breaking both your hearts to do so.

NXT

#joel miller #joel x reader #joel x you #joel tlou #the last of us #pedro pascal

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ovrrdogg · 3 months ago

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Deciding to share my tengolf family, even though its an old sketch, because why not. I was going to wait until I finished drawing the comic, but that might take a little longer than I would like. Ping is a bossy girl with a bad attitude and a penchant for getting into sticky situations, especially in the factory, especially especially if those situations involve chemical experiments. . . She hates failing and pushes herself to improve in her studies as much as possible. She'll spend days squirreled away in the corner of the lab, only stopping her work when her friends break in to forcefully convince her that yes, grass is still worth touching. NO she's not allergic. YES it's daylight outside, and do you know what day it is? What's the month. No it's not August anymore. Get outside before you forget what people are. Works for her family as a chemist. Special trait: Glows faintly green at all times! Can control the brightness somewhat, and can get about as bright as a phone screen, though it's draining and makes her more irritable (as hard as that is to believe.) Her brightness is largely regulared to her emotional state, and she can't turn this off. You'd be hard pressed to find where Pong is on a good day, or any day for that matter. Laid back and dilligent, Pong works hard so he can play hard (frequently combining the two concepts for his pranks!) Blocky's funny doings international enthusiast and professional IDGAFer. Worked for his family as an engineer and architect, but has since moved away from home with some friends. Probably in yoyleland but he didn't tell anyone where he was going. Special trait: None. He's perfect. Or at the very least, he's not here to tell you if he has one, or what it is. He may just be straight up missing. If he doesn't respond to this next text message and phone call Golf Ball is calling the authorities. To get a good mental image of Pickleball, let me give you the basics of her human design: Gir hoodie with striped patches in the sleeves, Kandi on both arms and sillybandz on the legs. Glitter and fluff and knee high converse and checker patterns and big teased hair dyed bright green with black and white rosette spots and stripes and hair extensions. If you're not already overwhelmed by that description, Pickleball herself is sure to do the rest. Fast and friendly, Pickleball will bowl you over with the power of love and friendship. Before you know it you're on your second sleepover and are on your way to a bowling alley that knows your shoe size by heart at this point. She's the youngest in the family, and the most free-spirited. Not a day goes by where she's not with her friends, in person or virtually. "Works" for her family as a programmer, and loves to write experimental code for her father's inventions. Secret Flower stan. Special ability: Kitten eyes! A single starry eyed stare from Pickleball will have your resolve crumble like a sandcastle on the beach. You can't help but say yes to all her energetic ideas.

#osc #object show community #bfdi #tengolf family #tengolf fankids #fankids #tennis ball bfdi #bfdi tennis ball #golf ball bfdi #bfdi golf ball #OC Ping #OC Pong #OC Pickleball #long post #ovrrdoggart #procreate

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lavendersartistry · 10 months ago

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Late Night Gossips

Space Riders AU - @onyxonline Eve Ewe, Bolt - @lavendersartistry

This fic is the promised fan episode for onyxonline's Space Riders AU! This is mainly centered as a sequel/part 2 to Once Upon A Starry Night, the gala fic! Please check Onyx out, their work is super cool!

"Thanks again for inviting us for a sleepover, your Highness!"

Poppy floated by Eve as they walked into the palace through the gardens, Kissy Missy and the other girls following behind. It had been up to two months since the gala, the missions for the Smiling Critters becoming more and more difficult since and Eve thought it was best to give them a break.

It did take a while to get Mr. Ludwig to agree on letting Poppy join in as well, but it worked perfectly in the end. Eve swore she could see stars lighting up in Poppy's eyes once she was told she was able to go.

"It's not a problem, really! You all have been working very hard in the past months, and who am I to deny you all the opportunity to get some relaxation from working to the bone?"

Behind them were the boys, guided by Bolt. It was a little strange, having a sleepover in the princess's room. In spite of the thoughts swimming through DogDay's head, he turned to Bolt.

"So how did you get Eve to let us room with you for tonight?"

Bolt kept his mouth shut, an embarrassing blush on his face. CatNap smugly signed:

'Eve did the puppy eyes. Bolt can't resist it.'

Bolt quickly turned his head to CatNap, slightly offended.

"Don't go telling my business, menace cat. But yes, I was persuaded by her with the... puppy eyes. Tell no one else about this."

DogDay only quietly chuckled. He had to take a moment to realize just how much Bolt had fallen for Eve. The two were like soulmates that hadn't realized how much they had fallen for each other.

He then wondered... would it be possible for him and Z to have that type of connection too?

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"So Eve, you and Bolt. Did he confessed yet?"

"Wait, Eve and Bolt?! When was this?!"

"Back at the gala!"

"Darn, father should have let me go!"

Bobby lightly giggled at Poppy's pouting as she applied the mud mask to CatNap's face, him eating some of the extra sliced cucumbers.

Eve busied herself brushing Kissy's pink fur as she tried to not move the attention away from her.

"It was only a dance, nothing too serious."

DogDay chuckled at the scene while he and Bolt were relaxing on the sofa. Bolt was blushing under his mask, to save himself from the embarrassment of the gala.

"Well, I believe it was best to go for a dance to calm her nerves. You all know how the council is."

Hoppy groaned, kicking her feet up.

"Boring! You two are too sickly sweet! Let's talk about DogDay!"

DogDay immediately got nervous, an imaginary sweat drop running down his face. He nervously looked at both Eve and CatNap since they knew his encounters with the infamous "Z", or "Angel" as DogDay would tend to sometimes call him.

"Maybe no-"

'No, no. We're getting into this one.'

"Oh right, didn't DogDay say something that embarrassed him for life?"

DogDay immediately hid his face with a pillow, trying to hide his embarrassment of that day the two were exposing to the others about.

"Guys no- We're just friends!"

CatNap only looked at DogDay as he slowly ate a cucumber slice, making the others laugh as DogDay became more embarrassed.

"Guys, cmon!"

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losojos-decupido · 1 month ago

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[ EXHAUSTION ]: the sender, surrounded by nothing but uncomfortable places to rest in, finds a solution by sitting in the receiver's lap in order to rest and possibly sleep.

when they said this would be a lock-in, fogado was under the impression that bedding would be provided.

apparently that is too much to ask for.

the monastery is full of people that have fun ideas on encouraging friendships! fogado likes to see these ideas through, so he goes to a lot of events! when he saw the advertisement for a ' super awesome friendship lock-in, ' well, hey, lock-ins are fun! everyone parties and then passes out in a communal space. it's like a big sleepover!

however, upon actually going to the thing, everyone learned a little too late that there was fine print requiring everyone bring their own pillows and blankets.

the locks were already in place and wouldn't be unlocked until the morning, no matter how many people fussed at the organizer. poor guy---he was flustered like nobody's business. eventually fogado had to go in and mediate before everyone was forced to spend time pissed off at each other. it's rough work, but it's all he can do.

after a night of games, stories, and what-have-you, it was finally time to wind down for bed. fogado, having brought nothing, sits in his little corner trying to fall asleep. he's just about there when he feels a sudden weight in his lap, jolting him awake. two seconds is all he needs to assess---pink hair, sleepy countenance, traces of starry eyes disappearing behind eyelids.

" mitama? " fogado mumbles, shaking sleep off of him. " what's up? " he looks around before answering his own question. nowhere nice to sleep. people are starting to pair up for any hope of getting any rest, be it for body warmth or comfort. t'would seem mitama is doing the same.

oh, well. fogado is very much okay with this---it's way easier to keep track of someone important when they're sitting right there in your lap. he pulls some of his shawl over mitama's shoulders, settling his legs open so that she can relax a little bit easier. " yeah, nevermind, i got'cha, " he laughs, combing his fingers through her hair. " just get some sleep. i'll join ya soon. "

he will not join her, instead opting to keep awake like a hawk the whole night. so help him dragons, this girl's getting some quality shut-eye.

#☼ ic #☼ verseandrhyme #☼ answered #[ FOGADO THE SLEEP DEFENDER ]

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haveamagicalday · 4 months ago

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Duel of the American Girl Dolls: Truly Me Fashion Accessories (Round 2)

This is a poll in the Duel of the American Girl Dolls. Other polls can be found here

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daenysx · 2 days ago

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STARRY GIRL SLEEPOVER | just wanna see you shine, i know you're a star (continues)

let's talk more, shall we?

characters included;

aemond targaryen

aegon ii targaryen

robb stark

tangerine

james potter

sirius black

remus lupin

poly!wolfstar

poly!marauders

rick grimes

daryl dixon

choose a character from the list and any option below!

☆ send me an idea for a moodboard

☆ send me a time (like 03.00 AM) and i'll write a short blurb

☆ send me an idea for headcanons

☆ send me a simple scenario for modern!au and i'll write a blurb

☆ send me what you love/hate most about the character

☆ send me your most unpopular opinion about the character

☆ send me a fantasy you have with the character

- i just wanna talk and be here more, your asks can include smut/fluff/comfort or anything else.

- you can send as many asks as you want, just send them separately, please.

- when you send me an ask, i'll be replying it with my own thoughts to make it more like a conversation.

- the sleepover will end on february 7th.

thank you for being here with me, i love u all ♡

-dae.

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dearstvckyx · 8 months ago

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3000 miles away | LH43, EE73, DD25, ME94, LF63, JT15, NW31, MS11, AF19 x Platonic!Black OC!Nevaeh Monroe

a/n: I didn’t mean for this to be so long 😭 Also this is set before some of them go to the NHl. Also 2: Pretend that Los Angeles to Ann is 3000 miles from each other.

Nevaeh gazed out her bedroom window staring at the California sunset, missing the snowflakes and fireplace warmth of Michigan. She longed to be back with her friends, especially Luke, who had been her childhood friend.

As she scrolled through her phone, memories flooded her mind. She and Luke had grown up together, and his hockey teammates had become her own friends. They'd have sleepovers, skated together, played in the snow, and the boys would go to Nevaeh with girl issues.

But now, she was stuck in California, feeling homesick and alone. She sent Luke a message: "Hey, I'm missing you and Michigan so much. Can we Facetime tonight?"

The response came quickly: "Aww, Nevaeh! I'm missing you too! We can Facetime tonight after practice. Can't wait to catch up!"

Nevaeh's heart skipped a beat. Maybe this winter break wouldn't be so bad after all.

Nevaeh's eyes wandered, lost in the California haze. She yearned to escape the sun-kissed streets, craving the crisp air and gray skies of home. She stood there on the half empty dock thinking of running away, back to the place she dreams of being in. If only it wasn’t 3000 miles away.

Feeling restless, she thought back to Michigan's stormy weather, the way the wind would whip through her hair as she walked down State Street. Those were the days she felt truly alive.

The present seemed dull and gray in comparison. She missed the warmth of her friends hugs, the way they tease convinced her to stop studying and to go out with them. Most of all, she missed the sense of belonging that came with being surrounded by friends who knew her best.

As she gazed out at the sunset reflecting into the ocean, a pang of sadness struck her heart. She wasn't okay. She was lost in a sea of unfamiliarity, 3000 miles from her home.

Nevaeh redialed Ethan’s number, for the 6th time, hoping he'd answer. She remembered his "Silent mode" joke and smiled, thinking about their late-night conversations on her roof top.

As she waited, she gazed out at the California night sky, feeling like a stranger in this moonlit world. She longed for Michigan's starry skies and snowflakes falling.

Finally, Ethan answered, his sleepy voice a brightness to her dark homesick heart. "Hey, what's up?" he mumbled.

"Just wanted to hear about your day," Nevaeh said softly. As they talked, the distance between them seemed to shrink, but she knew a piece of her heart would always remain in Michigan.

Listening to Nevaeh, Dylan grows concerned as she mention being lonely and homesick "I’ve been dreamjng of a place called home, Dyl." She felt like she was drowning in her birth state, surrounded by unfamiliar faces, beside her father, her step siblings, and the endless sunshine.

She thought back to the nights them and the crew would run together, laughing and chasing the stormy weather. But now, the gray skies of Michigan seemed like a distant memory.

"I don’t feel okay, Dylan" she whispered to him over the phone, feeling the weight of her decision to leave her father and go back home to her true family, her friends. She missed the way they would take turns guiding her to skate, and the way the wind would whip through her hair when Luke’s older brother Quinn would drive their boat on the summer lake.

And as she gazed out at Los Angeles skyline, she felt like she was losing herself. The distance between them and her seemed to grow with each passing day, and she wondered if this feeling would end.

As she laid in her bed, she thought of the crew at the rink, their rugged faces and loud chirping becoming a familiar noise to her. She'd grown up with their laughter, their teasing, and their competitive banter.

But now, as she laid alone, she felt like an outsider. Michigan was a 3,000 mile drive away and the next plane leaves in 3 days, but Nevaeh wishes she could be there in an instant, like Dorothy.

If only, only, she could go back for a day, to see those familiar faces that she calls her brothers. But it was too far, and she knew she couldn't won’t make it home in time before they have to go back to school.

Nevaeh opens up a group chat titled, “The Wolves”, a play on their college team name. She writes a long text, saying, “Hey boys, it's been too long. I'm stuck here in this crazy, busy city, feeling like I'm a millions miles away from everything that's real. I miss the stormy weather, I miss our late nights at the lake, and I miss the way you all would drag me out…. But most importantly I miss you all. This place just ain't the same as Michigan nor are the people. It feels like forever since we've been together. I'm not okay. 3000 miles away, wishing we were all together. Talk to you guys later <3 - Nevaeh”

Nevaeh wakes up to the yellow California sun shining in her eyes. She lays there for a second before hearing her phone going off continuously. As she grabs her phone, she notices all the messages from the group chat, and she reads every response.

E: We miss you as well Nevs!!!

Dyl: There’s always FaceTime or Skype

Mack: Yeah, this place isn't the same without you. We need you back here

Luca: Adams growing annoying, we need you to shut him up

Adam: Screw off Luca. But Nevs if you’re feeling homesick we can always book you the flight back.

Jay: Or we could fly to you!

Noah: We’ll get the crew together back together as soon as you’re home!

Marks: We love Nevaeh, you could always call one of us

And as Nevaeh gets ready to respond and message chat pops down and the name reads, LuLu, Nevaeh instantly opens her and Luke’s Messages.

LuLu

Hey, what's going on?

You're really not okay?

Nevs

I’m okay, Lu. Just

been homesick bad.

LuLu

I’m always here for you,

we all are.

Nevs

I know Luke, I’ll

see you all soon. 💛

After texting her childhood best friend Nevaeh realizes, everything is not so bad. That they were right, They’ll all be together soon and going back to their old ways, Nevaeh just can’t wait

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jasonsins · 8 months ago

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Starry Eyes

Sparkles gently rained down from the sky, and Lux couldn’t hold back a giggle as they tickled her skin. The light of First Star magic faded away, and the light on the hill dimmed to a soft glow from the city behind them. Lux looked down from on top of the hill and took a moment to catch her breath. The ground shook slightly as her younger teammate, a first year classmate named Poppy, let her hammer drop to the ground. The first year exhaled deeply through her nose.

“Good job.” Were the only words she said, giving her leader a nod.

She was jumped from behind, another first year clambering on the hammer wielding Star Guardian’s back. “YAY YAY YAY! We beat the gross doggies!” Lulu, their oddball teammate, shrieked into Poppy’s ear.

“They weren’t dogs, Lulu!” Poppy grunted in annoyance, but managed to carry the girl on her back without a sweat, even after picking her hammer back up. She began stomping down the hill, the small girl bouncing on her back looking ridiculous.

“You did well Lux.” An airy voice gently whispered behind her and Lux smiled. She turned to see the tall girl, watching as her hair flowed in the moonlight. She almost thought the girl was floating with her level of elegance. “Thank you Janna.” Lux tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her voice bubbly as she held back a giggle.

“That. Was. The. WORST!! ”

Lux was almost taken off balance as the body of her last teammate slammed into her. The redhead had a grin that could scare the devil himself plastered on her face. “Wasn’t it!? That thing had such a huge tongue like bluuuuuh!” Jinx stuck her tongue out, mimicking the monster.

“Well it wasn’t smiling after I gave it a new diet of Rockets! With extra sparkles.” Jinx wrapped an arm around Lux’s neck and shook the girl in her excitement.

“You just landed the last hit.” Lux stuck out her lower lip at the girl hanging off of her.

Jinx poked her in the cheek and stuck out her tongue in response. “Yeah and we wouldn't have killed it in time if it wasn’t for me.”

“You wouldn’t have landed it-”

“Please don’t fight…” Janna’s soft voice interrupted the two girls, her face gentle and concerned.

“Sorry Janna.” To the surprise of both of them, Jinx was the first to apologize. Both of them looked in silent surprise as Jinx unwrapped her arm from Lux, face sullen, and began walking down the hill. Lux looked at Janna for an answer to what happened, but Janna just looked back in confusion.

“A-are you going home?” Lux called out to the girls back, only getting a wave in response. She looked over at Janna and they both were now worried about the sudden shift in Jinx’s emotions.

“Umm…” Janna tapped a finger to her lips. “We don’t need to do a final search. I can feel there’s nothing left of the Void in town.” She looked at Lux and gave a small smile. Even though Lux was still nervous about keeping the town safe, she nodded. Everyone seemed tired and ready to go home.

“I’ll go tell everyone and then we can go home.” Lux looked at the wand in her hands as she spoke. “And we should… see if Jinx is okay.”

“I’m sure she is. Just tired.” Janna placed a hand on her shoulder, and Lux could feel a flow of calming magic wash over her.

Lux smiled as all her muscles relaxed, and she giggled. “That’s cheating.”

“But it made you feel better.” Janna let a smile bloom on her face and began making her way down the hill alongside the other girl, her footsteps gentle and graceful.

Once they got further into the city, the two girls waved off the freshman. Lulu and Poppy both lived very close to the school, and were in fact neighbors. As they walked away, Lux could hear Lulu asking Poppy for another sleepover, a common ritual between the two after successful encounters with the void monsters.

Janna giggled and watched the girls walk their way home before she leaned over and whispered behind her hand to Lux. “They’re awfully close don’t you think?”

Lux blushed and smiled up at the taller girl. “I’m glad. It’s a nice feeling.” She tucked her hair behind her ear, Janna noticing the girl’s bashful habit. “I’m glad I have you two.”

“Jinx feels the same.” Janna looked into the sky, her eyes reflecting the stars deep inside her. “She may not say it often. And you two may fight. But I can see it.”

Lux let out a sigh, her vision stuck on the sidewalk in front of them.

“I shouldn’t fight with her so often.” She chewed the inside of her lip. “Every time she makes me happy, she also is so.. Frustrating!” Lux felt like steam was pouring out of her ears.

Janna looked at the shorter girl, but held back from saying anything. Perhaps what Lux wanted to say deep down would finally come out.

“She just… Doesn’t listen to me. I’m supposed to be the leader, and she always acts without thinking.” Lux let out a loud sigh, her chest feeling like it was tied in knots. “I just want her to listen to me more.”

Though both girls had returned to their normal forms, Janna felt a rush of something through her. Her healing magic was strong enough to use even when she was human.

She reached out, and gently her fingers touched Lux’s shoulder. “Why do you think she acts like that?”

Lux felt the need to say something harsh, blaming Jinx’s thick-headedness, but when Janna touched her she felt a rush of calming emotions, and took a moment to gather her thoughts and breath before answering.

“I…. I don’t know..” She finally said under her breath. “I think she just.. Wants to be the center of attention. That’s not a bad thing it’s just.. Not good for the team.”

“I think you’re… half right.” Janna said, nodding her head slowly. “But she’s not stupid.”

Lux’s head shot up from her solemn droop and tried to speak. “I don’t think she’s stupid I meant-”

Janna raised a hand to gently cut off the girl before she continued speaking. “I think she just wants you to… notice her.”

“Notice her?” Lux’s face was etched with confusion at Janna’s words.

“Haven’t you ever noticed that whenever Jinx does something.. Reckless.” She picked her words gently. “It’s because she’s trying to… do what you want. Just a bit more... Jinx-style.” She said the last expression with a wave of her hands, trying to show off the girl’s enthusiastic personality.

Lux took a moment to think, going over all the times she had been forced to butt heads with her energetic girlfriend. “I guess… I hadn’t noticed she always comes to me afterwards. I thought she was just trying to rub it in my face.” She let out a sad sigh. “Even now I still have to have you help fix our arguments.”

“I don’t mind.” Janna smiled softly. “Everyone needs a little help sometimes.” Janna leaned down and gave the shorter girl a peck on the cheek.

Lux feels a blush creep into her cheeks but a smile was stuck on her face. “Well, I might still need your help when we get home.”

“And I’ll be there.” Janna met her blush with a gentle curve of her lips.

God, Lux thought, her smile could melt any girl.

Lux opened the door to their apartment, taking note that all the lights were turned off. She took cautious steps across the open room, and peeked down the hall. The bedroom at the end had a light peeking out from the door, left ajar, letting a gentle orange illuminate the floorboards.

“Go.” Janna patted the girls back gently, trying to push her down the hall. “I’ll be right behind you.”

Lux took a deep breath and gently tiptoed down the hallway, hoping she would say the right things.

She cautiously peered into the room, the door silently swinging open. In the bed she could see Jinx wrapped up in blankets and hidden away. “Jinx?” Lux’s voice was low and gentle, biting her lip as she stared closer into the dim room to see if Jinx was awake under the blankets.

When she was met with silence she took a step into the room. The girl played with her fingers, a lump forming in her throat as she swallowed. “J-Jinx… I just wanted to…”

The girl in the blanket shuffled and pulled herself tighter in her wrappings. A heavy weight filled Lux’s chest but she pushed forward instead of leaving and leaving the girl alone. She had to trust Janna’s advice.

“Jinx I just wanted to tell you… Thank you.”

Lux heard a noise from under the batch of blankets. She could see it slightly open, as if to listen better. Taking the chance she tried to push on.

“You decided to try something really risky and kinda stupid b-but you did it and it worked and I realize I shouldn’t get angry at you for doing well.” Lux bowed her head as she stuttered out a rather embarrassing apology. “You always think of things no one else does. You’re actually… kinda amazing. When it works.”

There was a silence that hung in the air while Lux waited, she closed her eyes anticipating Jinx to say something. The longer the silence went the more nervous she got, until she couldn’t take the wait and opened her eyes.

Jinx had sat up in the bed, her face hidden behind her hair and her hands in her lap.

“Thanks, Sparks.” Jinx finally spoke, her voice uncharacteristically gentle. Lux let out a massive sigh, the feeling in her chest lifting as she let herself fall onto the bed. The blonde girl played with her hair in her fingers “I guess you are really smart sometimes. In your own way. So thanks for having my back. I’m happy to have you Jinx.”

“Geez I a-already said thanks.”

Lux froze instantly, then suddenly whipping her head sideways to look at the redhead. She had never heard Jinx stutter. She would always speak what was on her mind instantly and without hesitation. It was then that Lux noticed that Jinx was still hiding her face behind her bangs. Lux let go of her own hair and reached out to the other girl. “Are you okay Jinxy?”

“N-nothing’s wrong!” Jinx curled up, trying to pull the blanket above her head, but with Lux sitting on it her struggle was for naught. Before she could get away Lux reached her hand to Jinx’s face, and pulled her bangs back to look at her.

“Oh my god…”

Lux stared into Jinx’s eyes, the redheaded girls face was quickly flushing and turning the same colour of her hair. “Are you blushing?!” Lux held back a giggle, poorly, the answer obvious, with Jinx starting to look like a cherry.

“No I am not!” Jinx shouted as she tried to turn away, the girls embarrassment obvious and rather adorable.

“I should compliment you more if you get like this.” Lux couldn’t hold back a laugh, but she stifled it as much as possible behind her hand. The girl had a devilish idea to tease her even more. Lux placed a hand across from Jinx and crept over her, putting the girl between her and the bed.

“Lu-Lux what are you-”

Lux threw her legs overtop of Jinx and kept her beneath her. “Nothing! I’m just making sure my blushing and cute girlfriend stays right where I want her.”

“I-I am not-” Jinx stuttered trying to think of a witty retort. Lux leaned in, giving a sly smile to the girl below her.

Both of the girls were surprised when the door was opened. “Oh!” Janna raised a hand to her mouth in surprise as she saw the two girls on the bed. When she realized what was happening, she lowered her hand and let it rest on her hip, a slightly joking smile on her face. “I’m to assume you two made up then?”

Lux sat up and Jinx quickly followed, her arms stuck to her side like boards, her cheeks still flushed. “We have. And I’ve just found out something very interesting about our adorable little fighter here.” Lux punctuated her statement giving Jinx’s cheek a pinch.

“Stop!” Was all the redhead could muster in response.

Janna took a closer look and gasped herself. “Is she blushing?” Lux gave a nod as she proudly showed off her achievement.

Jinx buried her head in her hands, covering her face. “I MM MNOT BWUSHIN’!” A very muffled shout could be heard from between the girl’s fingers.

Janna made her way over to the bed before lightly sitting down next to the embarrassed girl. “Oh sweetie. It’s cute; don’t worry.”

She was met with another shriek from the redhead as Lux let out a high pitched laugh. “That’s what’s making her blush!” She giggled loudly behind her hand, wiping a tear from her eye. Lux bounced up and down on the bed and cuddled up next to her blushing girlfriend, wrapping her arms around the curled up girl’s hips. “She’s a big ol softie when it comes to compliments.”

“AM NOT!” Jinx moved her hands away to protest more, but her plan backfired.

When she showed her face, Janna swooped in and planted a kiss on the opposite cheek. “We both love you, of course we’re going to compliment you.”

Jinx let out a groan in frustration. “Not you too!”

Lux kissed the girls cheek again. “What’cha gonna do about it baby?” Jinx made a high pitched whine in the back of her throat.

Janna cupped the girls face and kissed her forehead. “Are you soft on pet names too darling?”

“C-come on!” Jinx couldn’t bear to push the two girls away, but she could feel her ears burning at all the attention.

Lux leaned forward and planted a handful of kisses on the girl’s cheek and ear, a couple even landing on her neck. She punctuated each kiss with a word. “But. You’re. So. Cute. And. Amazing!”

Jinx’s head felt light like it was swimming, before Janna giggled gently and planted a kiss on her ear. “I love you.” Her breathy voice spoke low in her ear.

Lux followed suit, and placed a kiss on the tip of her ear, her own voice whispering. “I love you.”

The attention was too much, and Jinx could feel her heart racing. Her temperature rose sharply, and she felt too warm in her clothing. She quickly realized what was happening. Before it could ruin the moment, she covered her lap with her hands and pushed her knees together. “S-stooop,” she whined, but the voice she made simply made her girlfriends continue peppering her with compliments and kisses. She could feel lips and hands on her body, her skin tingly to the touch, and she felt herself jump when the two girls touched near her neck or ears.

It was Janna who first noticed the effect they had on the poor girl.

“Ooooh!” Her voice was a mixture between an affectionate ‘aw’ and as if she had discovered something valuable. The older girl leaned close to the blushing girl and spoke under her breath. “Did we do that darling?”

Jinx pushed her hands into her lap harder, realizing she had been discovered. Her movements caught the attention of Lux, who only then realized what had happened. Jumping onto Janna’s game, she placed a hand on Jinx’s wrist and spoke softly. “Ohh, sweetie! Do you need a hand?”

If steam could come out of Jinx’s ears, it would. Lux gently tugged at Jinx’s hand, coaxing Jinx into slowly remove her hands and place them at her sides, her arms ridged from embarrassment. “Aww. You look so hard dear~” Janna’s voice had gained a more sultry tone, the sound sending a shiver down Jinx’s spine.

Lux slowly but firmly placed the pad of her finger against the tip of her clit and wiggled it back and forth. “She IS so wet.” Lux teased, continuing to play with the helpless girl.

Jinx’s body felt hot to the touch, and she felt trapped between the two other girls. Not that she minded. Unable to describe it, she fidgeted beneath their touch and let out soft whines between breaths. “Jinxy~” Janna cooed gently into the girls ear, the pet name making her thighs twitch. “Be a dear and lift your skirt for us won’t you?” The upperclassman ran her lithe finger under the girl’s chin. Jinx was light headed, but she managed to nod in response. As Lux removed her hand from on top of the girls lap, Jinx fumbled with the fringe of her skirt before pulling it up to her chest with shaking hands. Both girls at her sides let out sighs of affection, seeing that Jinx’s pussy had her panties and her chest was heaving gently in time with the girls heartbeat.

Lux giddily slipped off the bed and knelt at the edge of it, dragging her now embarrassed girlfriends thighs with her off the edge. “She really is so cute.” The girl made kissy faces as she looked between her girlfriend’s legs. Jinx whined in protest, but kept her skirt in her hands and didn’t cover herself.

Janna chuckled behind her hand, but she recovered enough to start running a hand down Jinx’s hair. “You’re often too rambunctious for us to get a good look at it. It is such a cute pink color...” Janna let her finger run up and down the length of her pussy, playing with the clit for a brief moment, but it was enough to make Jinx kick her hips up.

Lux bounced up and down on her knees before lunging forward and thrusting fingers into Jinx’s slit. “Oh it’s so cute I just want to kiss it!” She planted her lips on the clit and gave an extra sloppy kiss, letting her tongue linger on the hot folds.

Jinx yelped in surprise and locked her ankles together, trying hard not to shake. “Lux! You have to be gentle.” Janna smirked through her words, seeing the other girl's excitement was just as cute as Jinx’s embarrassment.

“Gentle hmm?” Lux spread open Jinx’s sex, exposing the pink folds. “Why don’t you come down and show me how to do it Janna? You are our upperclassmen after all.”

Janna suppressed a laugh at the girl’s remark, but responded with her own. She placed her hands on her hips mockingly “I guess I’ll just have to show you how to do it right. You don’t mind, do you Jinx?” She looked at Jinx with bedroom eyes, taking the time to admire the girl’s adorable reaction. Jinx swore she could see stars in place of Janna’s pupils, but she was too distracted and began stuttering out a response. When she realized she couldn’t speak, she simply nodded her head fervently.

Janna gracefully lowered herself down from the bed and knelt on the ground next to Lux. She ran her fingers down Jinx’s thigh, the skin warm and soft under her touch, giving it a gentle squeeze to tease her.

“Here…” Janna carefully put two of her fingers into Jinx’s sex strokeing it much like how one would fondle a cat's fur, and gently placed her lips against the entrance of her girlfriend’s pussy. She noticed how hot it had become. “Liiiike… this?” Lux entered her fingers inside the folds of the girl's sex, giving a firm thrust and enjoying the gasp she elicited from the now fully filled girl. She gave the clit another kiss, this time keeping her eyes on Jinx’s face. Jinx silently bit her lip, trying to hold back any more noises, but her blushing cheeks and glowing red ears gave her away. Janna gave her thigh more quick pecks, before sticking her tongue out and giving the licks to the throbbing sex. Lux followed her lead and kissed the girl’s clit, making small quick thrusting motions with her fingers, feeling the pulses of her girlfriend’s wet sex.

Janna and Lux locked eyes as they pleased the girl between them, their tongues licking at the folds in sync. Both girls were taken by the same idea, and they moved at the same time. They raised their heads and locked lips, Lux’s tongue pushing between Janna’s lips and feeling her warmth. The two girls pulled back, inserting their lips into the entrance of Jinx’s folds, their tongues swirling around deeper inside. Lux could taste Janna’s drool and the salty tinge of Jinx’s juices mix in her mouth. She pulled back, letting her lips make a small smack sound as she drew her mouth off of Jinx’s folds. Janna took over and knelt forward to thrust her tongue inside of Jinx’s sex, and Lux could see the girl’s jaw open to make room for her tongue pushing in back as more juices flowed into her throat. As she thrust with her tongue, Lux dug her fingers in between Jinx’s thighs and pulled them open, her girlfriend too distracted by her pleasure to protest.

Lux lowered her head between Jinx’s now open legs, and began placing kisses on her soft and sensitive thighs. Each kiss she could feel Jinx’s thighs tense, and when she nipped at them, the other girl would jump. Before Lux could grow more bold, she heard Jinx let out a long, low moan. Lux looked up in awe, seeing that Janna had hooked her fingers into Jinx’s mouth and had pushed her fingers deeper into Jinx’s wet sex, her fingertips reaching as far back as possible. Jinx’s eyes were fluttering, half closed and her mouth hanging open. Janna opened her eyes and looked at Lux, the corners of her mouth just barely smiling. She held herself down for a couple more seconds before slowly pulling back. Lux only then noticed she had been drooling slightly while watching the spectacle.

Janna lowered her back down to Jinx’s pussy to give it a few more rough licks before pulling off, a string of drool from her tongue to the entrance connecting them before she wiped it away, blushing slightly. She took a moment to steady her breath before speaking. “Want a turn?” Her voice was low and husky, her finger curling and drawing Lux closer. The girl responded with a nod, slowly crawling forward until she knelt perfectly in between Jinx’s legs. Janna had her fingers wrapped around the base of Lux’s neck, pushing her towards Jinx’s folds. Lux gave a small kiss to the clit before opening her mouth and pushing her tongue in deep. Janna gently stroked Lux’s hair and looked up at Jinx, watching the girl’s face melt in pleasure. Seeing both of her girlfriends so happy was making her feel warm, in more than a few places. She earnestly pushed her free hand into her own panties, finding her clit and playing with it expertly, with waves of pent-up pleasure rushing over her.

Lux’s eyes were closed, letting her head hang between Jinx’s legs as her tongue moved up and down, each time pushing itself further in so Jinx’s pussy took more and more of her tongue, determined to go as far as Janna tongue did. Still, she could only get so far before she had to pull her face back. Janna’s hand had four fingers separating her from her first deepthroat, but looking up, Jinx’s face was what drove her to want to do it most.

“Luuuux…” Jinx’s voice was wobbly and hoarse. Lux was absorbed in her challenge, her jaw opening to push her tongue deep into the back of Jinx’s folds and block out everything else. Jinx felt her thighs tighten and knew she couldn’t hold back, but she tensed up, trying to raise her voice again to warn her girlfriend. “L-Lux I’m… I’m gonna c..” Her voice was cut off by her panting, she gripped her sheets in clenched hands as Lux continued thrusting her tongue.

Without thinking, her mind unable to think from the pleasure, Jinx gave in. She let go of her sheets and grabbed fistfuls of Lux’s hair pulling the girl up into an incredibly sloppy kiss. She pulled down, forcing Lux’s tongue deeper into her mouth and hugging the girl to her. Jinx let out a loud moan as she came. Lux’s fingers curled into Jinx’s thighs as she felt the girl’s chest heave and her mouth fill with the girl's saliva, the unique feeling of the lack of oxygen going down her throat due to the kiss made her skin crawl in a pleasant, satisfied tingle.

When Lux felt Jinx’s grip loosen, she pulled back and arched her back, struggling to get air into her lungs again. When Jinx slipped away from Lux’s mouth, her chest heaved one more time and a single string of her saliva trailing between her lips as Lux then fell to her knees. Jinx’s fluids landing on Lux’s chest and stomach, splattering against her uniform. The rest of her juices dripping out of her wet pussy, making small drops on the ground.

Janna placed a hand on Lux’s, silently asking if she was okay. Lux saw her worry and quickly nodded, even while she was panting loudly. Janna sighed in relief and gently patted Jinx’s thigh before she spoke. “Little carried away, Jinx?”

“S-sorry.” Jinx muttered, both to Janna and Lux, she slowly closed her legs to hide herself, her pussy coated in Janna and Lux’s saliva and Jinx’s fluids.

“It’s… okay Jinx…” Lux put a hand to her chest, panting in between words and taking a moment to swallow. “I’m just… glad you felt… that good.” Lux had a smile on her face, letting Jinx know she meant what she said.

“T-Thanks Lux.” Jinx gave the girl a small smile back, still blushing at all the attention and compliments she had just gotten. Janna raised herself to sit on the bed next to Jinx, and held a hand out to Lux. The pinkette took the hand in hers and shakily raised to her feet, taking a few slightly unstable steps to the pair before sinking into bed next to Jinx. Lux wrapped her arms around Jinx’s waist and rested her head against the girls shoulder. Janna did the same and planted a kiss on Jinx’s cheek. Her face flushed again, but she managed to swallow her shyness, giving a kiss to the top of Lux’s head and a kiss to Janna’s lips.

“I-I love you both.”

#lightcannon

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justmultifandom · 2 years ago

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Kidge summer event 2023

Day 15: Sleepover

Katie had never had a problem bringing the boys into her house, not least because she didn't bring them. His brother Matt, to everyone's surprise, was making plans in his free time to try and get some girls into his room and their parents obviously always snubbed him. But Katie had always been smarter than her brother, and also luckier than him, because with a space wolf she could carry it was child's play to sneak a boy into the bedroom.

She was finishing checking a report for a new Garrison project when a flash of blue lit up the fairly dark room. She turned around smiling, closed the computer and placed it on the desk, then ran into the arms of the person who was literally spammed in her room suddenly. And that person was Keith.

Of course, even if they must have been in bed at that time, her parents and Matt were still in the house and, going too far was not even in the plans, so they had limited themselves to lying together in his bed, looking at the starry sky from the large ceiling window.

"You know, I have a surprise for you...": Keith smiled, a few moments later Kosmo teleported with a yellow bag between his teeth. He pulled two bottles out of it and gave one to her.

“Areftko?” She read the label, raising an eyebrow at him.

“It's a Galra equivalent to our alcohol, much tastier than Nunvil”: he explained, opening the bottle and taking a sip, making a small face when he swallowed the liquor: “It tastes similar to beer, but it's as if we were drinking tequila..."

She smiled respectfully, taking a small sip and feeling her fizz run down her throat. It had a slight bitter aftertaste, but it was the sweetest, sugariest drink she had ever tasted.

"Good. Are you interested in Daibazaal's stuff now, eh?”: she raised her eyebrow, looking at him and already feeling the alcohol rise after the first sip.

“I'm just trying something different”: he walked over to her, putting his arm around her shoulders, taking another sip: “This stuff makes you hot, damn!”

“It's summer, Keith”: she laughed silently, as she blushed as she saw him take off his shirt revealing his abs. Sure, she obviously had numerously seen him shirtless even during missions when Voltron was around, but that Areftko was literally getting her drunk and she wasn't even half bottled of it.

“If my father finds out you're so dead”: she laughed at him, continuing to drink and wiping her wet lips with her arm.

“No offense but I'm more terrified of your mother and your brother” he replied, moving closer to her.

"Oh yes. Matt could unleash the entire Earth defenses and wage war against Daibazaal."

"Oh what a pity. It took me too long to make the Galra peaceful!”

“You've only been making a speech for a few minutes and they were all at your feet!”: she patted his chest lightly. The room was soon filled with drunken laughter as they both whispered to shut up, then laughed again.

“Ahhh… The Are-thing is finished…”: Pidge let out a drunken whimper, throwing the empty glass bottle somewhere on the wall, forgetting that they weren't the only people in the house and that probably her parents or Matt would have noticed if the noise woke them up.

"You're too hot...": she complained, trying to move away from Keith to the other side of the bed too small for two people: "I will never share a bed with you!"

“You just did…”: he replied, placing his arm on her forehead exhaling: “You might feel better if you take off your pajamas, don't you think?”

"Asshole": she tried to punch him, with a drunken smile: "It takes more than an ultra alcoholic drink to make me undress"

"Do as you like": he laughed, sitting up: "I'm afraid I'll have to take you home, then"

“This is my bedroom”: she exclaimed, kicking him lightly to make him fall off the bed: “You are the guest, remember that!”

“Oh, yeah right”: he laughed at her, grabbing the sheet to keep from falling and pulling it at her, then pushing her onto the bed covering her face with it and tickling her.

“You're an asshole!”: she laughed, flailing and kicking to make him stop. And then, despite her alcohol, her brain gave her the best of ideas. She looked at him with a wicked smile, cupping his cheeks and pulling him into a passionate kiss. Her lips were moist as their tongues danced in harmonious rhythm, feeling the taste of the drink back in their throats and savoring her scent.

"Just kisses": she ordered looking into her eyes.

“You're going to kill me whit this, you know that?” he chuckled.

“Then you will die in the best way…”: she brought him back for another messy kiss.

#voltron legendary defender #keith voltron #keith x pidge #kidge #voltron pidge #keidge #kidge summer event

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nogenderbee · 2 years ago

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Night Ride with Nene

Happy birthday to my cute shy gamer girl <333

TagList: @bleachtheidiot

Today Nene finally had her birthday. You were planning to treat her onto arcade so you can have some alone time but her group was a bit faster... but it's not like you mind that! You were happy to see her have fun with everyone. But of course after a whole day when everyone already said goodbye and it was you and your girlfriend now, you decided to suggest a birthday date for her!

"Hey Nene, are you tired?"

"No, not really. I'll probably still play some games when I come home. Do you want to come for a sleepover?"

"Well I'd love to! But I actually have other idea! How about we go to cafe themed by your favorite game~?"

"Cafe? I didn't knew it was close..."

"Well it's not... but I have motorbike! So if you're not feeling tired we can maybe go there?"

"Sure. We can go."

And so both of you went to your house since it was pretty close. You took your motorbike and both of you went on a ride under starry sky. You were going in comfortable silence as you were slowly making your way toward the place you had in mind.

When you finally arrived, you could see stars in Nene's eyes. It was obvious she was already loving this place and you couldn't wait for her to see the inside. She was already so in love with this cafe and she didn't even came in!

"This is amazing! I can't believe you found it!"

"Well everything for you~! Let's go in, shall we?"

"Yes, thank you."

"No problem! After all I wish you the best birthdays, Nene!"

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leaderpinhead · 1 year ago

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Min (OC) - Girls' Night

For context, this short scene would actually take place during Chapter 8 of my story on AO3. Please feel free to check it out. I created the Mourning Dove Institute to basically be the "girl" version of Night Raven College. Min, Harry, and Phyllis all attend the school, but are on Sage's Island for Halloween.

“All right, loves! It’s time for the traditional game of truth or dare!”

Min blinked in response to Harry’s sudden announcement. Phyllis sighed where she sat on the floor propped against the sofa. Yuu hummed while she cleaned up the mess of crumbs and nibbled pizza crusts scattered across the coffee table. Min felt bad for her having to clean up after them, but the prefect honestly sounded happy to clean it herself. She had the same wide, starry-eyed look she had when Harry announced their first night on Sage’s Island would be a “girl’s night in.”

Min had thought Harry meant for them to strategize for the Magicam Monster takedown the boys organized. It had already been decided her and Phyllis would stick around the Savanaclaw booth—their swordsmanship begrudgingly impressing Leona—while Harry helped out Maddox at the Heartslabyul exhibit. Yuu and Grim would hop around the campus wherever needed, the prefect and monster cat all too happy to torment the unwanted Halloween guests after being chased and grabbed at all day.

What Min hadn’t expected was a genuine sleepover.

Phyllis snorted at Harry, who energetically hopped around the pile of blankets and pillows Yuu had dumped on the floor for them in the cleanest section of Ramshackle’s lounge. “Seriously? You make it sound like we’re still in grade school.”

Harry blew a raspberry at Phyllis, who returned it with a pillow thrown in the hare’s direction. Min hid her smile behind the rim of her hot cocoa. Before today—when Phyllis had so dramatically jumped onto the Savanaclaw ship and wielded a sword at both the Magicam Monsters and Savanaclaw’s housewarden—Min had found the junior intimidatingly perfect. She had been shocked when Harry insisted they were best friends, especially when Phyllis seemed to do everything she could to deny the fact. Phyllis was the very image of lady-like decorum: the favorite of Mother Annie, who always encouraged the other girls at Mourning Dove Institute to emulate Phyllis.

It was somewhat of a relief to see Phyllis behaving like just another normal girl.

Yuu dropped onto the pillow next to Min. Her flushed cheeks paired well with her wide grin and shining eyes. Grim had long retired to bed, complaining about the girls being too loud and rowdy. They had listened to the ghosts tease him all the way up the stairs for being a cranky old man, giggling over Grim’s hissing denials. Min still felt a bit shy around the prefect, but she was equally impressed the magicless girl had survived for so long at Night Raven College.

“I don’t mind playing,” Yuu insisted. Her posture after she crossed her legs would have made Mother Annie gush over her. “I’ve never played truth or dare before.”

Phyllis’s small gasp matched Harry’s outraged one. “You’ve never played truth or dare? That’s it! We’re spending this whole week having girls’ nights.”

“How do you plan on explaining that to Mother Flowers?” Min asked.

“The same way I did this one!” Harry haughtily stood at the center of their blanket pile, hands on her hips and chest thrust forward. Min giggled when she saw her friend’s stubby tail wiggle over the waistband of her pajama shorts. “That our stuffy hotel room wasn’t conducive for tea parties, and it would be an atrocity against humanity to sip tea in such shabby conditions.”

“Only Mother Flowers would fall for that,” Phyllis said with a huff that sounded like laughter. She hugged one leg closer to her chest and leaned fully back into the sofa. More hair framed her face as her usual tight hair bun slowly slumped down the back of her head. “If we’re going to play this little game, then let’s get it over with. We’ll be here all night if Harry has any say.”

“The rules are simple!” Harry flopped onto a nearby pillow. She shimmied herself across the floor until she was practically in Phyllis’s lap. Phyllis half-heartedly shoved her closer to Yuu. “You pick truth, you tell the truth or the fabled hobgobbler will snatch you up in your sleep. You pick dare, you complete the dare or—” Harry grabbed a jar off the coffee table “—you drink a whole cup of pickle juice!”

Phyllis’s nose wrinkled, and Min shared the sentiment. Yuu tilted her head. “That doesn’t sound so bad, but sure. Who goes first?”

“I’ll start!” Harry immediately pointed a finger at Phyllis, nearly jabbing it up one nostril. “Truth or Dare!”

Phyllis rolled her eyes. “Truth.”

“Coward.” Min and Yuu giggled together at Harry’s hissed insult. Phyllis rolled her eyes again. “Fine then. Is it true that you were the one who put Mother Mary’s knickers on the flagpole?”

Min gasped and stared at Phyllis’s reddening face. “That was you? I thought Harry did that!”

“I told you I didn’t! Just because I hate the bullfrog doesn’t automatically mean I’m always the one pranking her.”

Min almost missed Phyllis’s sigh in Harry’s rant. She ducked her head and hid her face behind her hand. “Yes, that was me.” Phyllis lifted her head. Her dark eyes sparked with a fire Min had seen for the first time only hours earlier. “In my defense, she was acting like an actual toad that week. You heard how she spoke to those girls during our morning workout. She couldn’t even do one push-up with that mountain she calls a belly, let alone fifty!”

Min slapped a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing as loudly as Harry did. Now she saw exactly why the two girls were friends! Phyllis wasn’t the perfect “prince” the rest of the campus viewed her as. It made Min giddy to know even the student Mother Annie hawked as the very epitome of grace and demureness was actually the exact opposite. “Phyllis!”

Yuu giggled beside Min. “That’s like when we found Coach Vargas’s portraits of himself hanging in the place of the paintings in the main hallway. Some of them were...embarrassing even for him. No one would admit who did it either, not even the paintings who knew exactly who had done it.”

Harry lunged forward and grabbed Yuu’s knees. Her long ears somehow stood even taller. “But you know who did it! Spill!”

Yuu stubbornly shook her head. Phyllis, feeding off Harry’s energy, leaned forward too. “Fine then. Yuu: Truth or Dare?”

“Dare!”

Phyllis had barely finished the question before Yuu blurted out her answer. Harry groaned and flopped back onto her pillow. “The one time I want truth!”

“I dare you...” A wicked gleam Min had never seen appeared in Phyllis’s eyes. Min was learning all new things about Phyllis tonight. She wouldn’t exactly complain about that either. “I dare you to walk out of the dorm and shout as loudly as you can I love Leona Kingscholar!”

Harry squealed and flopped around the blankets like a fish out of water. “Phyllis! You cheeky girl!”

Phyllis leaned back in her spot, looking smug. Her smug grin drooped when Yuu didn’t hesitate jumping to her feet and jogging out the room. Phyllis scrambled to her feet and sprinted after Yuu. Naturally, Min and Harry closely followed. “Wait, wait, wait! You can drink the pickle juice!”

Yuu flung open the front door and stepped out onto the porch. Min died laughing when she heard Yuu yell at the top of her lungs, “I love Leona Kingscholar!”

“What a dramatic declaration! I don’t believe I've seen one so energetic in years. Kheeheehee!”

“Should we retrieve Kingscholar for you to repeat your confession? I don’t believe he heard it from his dorm.”

Yuu yipped and ducked back through the door. Peeking around Phyllis’s shoulder, Min spotted the two students standing a short distance down the walkway next to Diasomnia’s eastern long display. The shorter of the two chortled, the enchanted jack-o-lanterns giving off just enough light to make his large red eyes gleam. The taller of the two remained stoically serious, squinting in their direction like he could hardly keep his eyes open. Phyllis made a small noise and ducked around Min like she was trying to hide.

“What are you two doing out here so late?” Yuu snapped. She hadn’t been embarrassed at all by the original dare but having witnesses to her outburst had shattered the image of their private slumber party. “You should be in your dorm!”

“My apologies,” the taller boy answered. He rubbed his eyes. “For once I was having difficulty sleeping. Lilia suggested we check our exhibit once more for any damage caused by the Magicam Monsters.”

“Thankfully, no mischief makers have snuck onto the campus to wreak havoc,” Lilia cheerfully proclaimed. He skipped his way down the path and stopped at the bottom of the steps. At that short a distance, Min could easily see the mischievous gleam in his eyes. “Is this a slumber party? How exciting! You wouldn’t mind me and Silver popping in for a moment, would you? I could share quite a number of ghost stories.”

Before Yuu could respond, Phyllis lunged forward and grabbed the door. “Sorry, but this is girls only! No boys allowed!”

Min had a second to see the boys’ eyes widen before the door slammed shut on them. Phyllis spun around and flattened herself against the door. Her face had become redder than Min had ever seen. A quick glance at the other said Min wasn’t the only one shocked by Phyllis’s sudden behavior.

Yuu shook her head. “Well, I guess that’s one way to say no.”

An almost devious chuckle sounded from Harry. “That was Phyllis’s Prince Charming. He saw you in your ratty jammies.”

Phyllis lunged at Harry, who squeaked in sudden terror. They ran back to the lounge. Min heard the muted thump of pillows not long after they vanished followed by Harry’s protesting Phyllis’s strength.

A tiny giggling snort beside her made Min turn to Yuu. Though her face was still red from the boys witnessing her “confession,” her mood was still bright as it had been before. “I like having a girls’ night. I’ll ask Professor Crewel for permission for you guys to stay tomorrow too. Come on, Min! It’s your turn for truth or dare.”

Min smiled and accepted Yuu’s hand to be tugged back into the living room. Things would go back to normal—stiff, polite, formal—when she and the others returned to campus. For Halloween though, Min was perfectly fine with loosening up a bit more. And maybe whacking Harry with a few pillows or eating chocolate way past midnight.

There was nothing really explicit in Mourning Dove Institute’s curriculum saying she couldn’t enjoy a girls’ night with friends.

#twisted wonderland #twstober #original characters #twstMulan #twstMarchHare #twstPrincePhillip #day 13 truth #i will use any excuse i get to write yuu with her girlfriends

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