#thank you for encouraging me to talk about it 😝

[jhyoos]

REBEL GIRL

rockstar sevika x influencer reader

Chapter 9: Shitfaced

summary : (y/n) goes to visit her family in New York before having to leave.

mentions : fluff, modern au, fame au, very suggestive smut, partying, drinking, smoking, family being supportive, my horrible attempts at writing very mild smut

notes: one more chapter to go y’all…so I made this one as long as I could. 😝

After the concert, you stepped out of the VIP section, weaving through the crowd on your way backstage. A couple of security guards flanked you, ensuring your path was clear. Just as you reached the corridor leading to the backstage area, you heard someone call your name.

Curious, you turned around and saw a group of girls standing nearby. They were decked out in Shattered Souls merch, clutching posters and their phones, some already recording. Their excitement was palpable. You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should approach, but their bright smiles encouraged you to walk over.

“Hi,” you greeted with a warm smile.

One of the girls wasted no time and blurted, “Is it true you’re dating Sevika?”

Her boldness caught you off guard, but you managed to keep your composure. “Wow, straight to the point,” you said with a small laugh. “I mean… yeah, you could say that.”

The group erupted in a mix of reactions—gasps, squeals, and murmurs of surprise and excitement.

“You’re so pretty. No wonder Sevika is with you,” one of them said, her voice full of admiration.

You felt your cheeks flush. “Oh, thank you so much,” you replied, genuinely touched.

“Can you sign my poster?” another girl asked, holding out a Sharpie and a glossy band poster.

You hesitated, glancing at the poster. “Are you sure you want me to? I’m not even in the band,” you said, chuckling nervously.

“Yes, I’m sure!” the girl insisted, nodding eagerly.

With a small smile, you took the Sharpie and carefully signed your name in a corner, trying not to ruin the pristine artwork. “Alright, there you go,” you said, handing it back.

As soon as the first autograph was given, the other girls chimed in, asking you to sign their posters, shirts, and even their arms. You obliged, feeling a mix of awkwardness and flattery.

“I hope you guys enjoyed the concert,” you told them with a grin as you handed the last poster back.

As you were talking to the group of girls, their chatter suddenly shifted into excited screams. You caught bits of their words—“Oh my god, it’s Sevika!” and “Can I get an autograph?”—and turned to see what the commotion was about. There she was, walking toward you, radiating confidence and presence in a way that made everything around her fade.

“Damn…” you muttered under your breath, unable to stop yourself from staring. You saw her on that stage…but face to face was a different story. She wore a tight black compression shirt cropped just enough to show off the intricate tattoos running along her stomach and arms, paired with jeans that fit her perfectly, accentuating her v-line. A choker wrapped snugly around her neck, complementing her edgy look. Her hair was pulled back into a man bun, showing off her numerous ear piercings, her undercut and the eyebrow piercing that made her even more striking.

You frowned slightly when you noticed the cigarette hanging from her mouth. You hated when she smoked, but you decided to let it slide, considering the fans were watching and you didn’t want to make a scene.

Her voice pulled you from your thoughts. “Is this what took you so long?” Sevika asked, the cigarette bouncing slightly as she spoke.

“I couldn’t just ignore them,” you replied, gesturing toward the eager fans.

She smirked and took the Sharpie out of your hand before grabbing a few of their posters. Without skipping a beat, she began signing them, her movements casual but deliberate.

“You guys are so good together,” one of the fans said, and a few others chimed in, agreeing enthusiastically.

Sevika’s smirk deepened, and for a split second, you almost lost your footing. That look of hers had a way of making you feel weak in the knees. “Thanks,” she said smoothly, handing the signed posters back. Then she looked at the group and added, “If you don’t mind, we both gotta head out.”

The fans groaned softly but nodded, clearly thrilled with the brief interaction.

Sevika slid a hand to the small of your back, her touch firm yet gentle, and started guiding you toward the backstage entrance. One of the guards stationed there opened the door for you both, giving Sevika a quick nod of acknowledgment.

Once inside, the noise of the crowd quieted behind the thick doors. Sevika flicked the cigarette out of her mouth into a nearby ashtray and turned to you with a teasing grin. “You were really soaking up the attention out there, huh?”

“Jealous?” you teased back, a smirk tugging at your lips.

“Maybe a little,” she admitted, leaning down to kiss your temple. “But they’re right, you know. We are good together.”

Her words left a warm flutter in your chest as you made your way further backstage, Sevika’s hand still firmly on your back, as if she was silently reminding you—and everyone else—that you were hers.

“Who styled you today? You look really good,” you asked, admiring Sevika as you walked together.

She smirked and leaned in, capturing your lips in a deep, slow kiss that left your head spinning. When she pulled back, her voice was smooth and low. “I styled myself. Stylist couldn’t make it.”

“Dress like this more. It shows off everything just the way I like it,” you teased, grinning up at her.

“And what do you like about it?” she asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she stepped closer, closing the gap between you.

“That your muscles pop out, your v-line, and your piercings, and that undercut,” you said, biting your lip before adding with a playful smirk, “God… I’d let you fuck me right here if we could.”

Sevika raised an eyebrow at your boldness, her grin widening. “If there’s a will, there’s a way,” she murmured, her voice laced with temptation as she moved in closer.

Before you could respond, Jinx burst into the room with her usual dramatic timing. “You guys are not fucking in here,” she interrupted, shooting both of you a pointed look as she grabbed the last of her things. “Now let’s go, please. I wanna see my man.”

You laughed and playfully pushed Sevika away. “You heard the woman. Let’s go,” you said, shaking your head.

Sevika rolled her eyes but chuckled, grabbing her gear. You walked over to Jinx, helping her with the last few items. Together, the three of you carried everything out, loading it onto the bus waiting outside. Sevika stayed close behind you the entire time, her hand occasionally brushing against yours, as if she couldn’t help but stay connected.

Jinx glanced at the two of you, rolling her eyes with a grin. “You two are so obvious it’s disgusting,” she said with a laugh before hopping onto the bus.

The following morning, you decided to visit your family before flying back to California. The band’s tour would continue, but a major sponsorship opportunity had come up, one you couldn’t afford to pass on. You also felt that being around Sevika 24/7 might end up distracting her, especially since she couldn’t seem to keep her hands—or her mouth—off of you since you two started dating.

After packing a bag full of gifts, you hailed a taxi to your childhood home. The snow outside glittered under the morning sun, and you felt a familiar warmth bubbling inside you despite the chill. When you reached the house, you took a moment to soak it all in before knocking on the door.

It swung open, revealing your mother, who immediately gasped and pulled you into a tight hug. “Oh, my baby,” she said, her voice cracking as happy tears spilled from her eyes. She pulled back, holding your arms as she looked you over.

“You’ve gotten so skinny!” she said, frowning slightly. “Come inside—I’ll fatten you up.” She tugged you in, closing the door behind you.

“Ryan! RYAN! Our baby is here!” she shouted into the house.

You couldn’t help but snort at her yelling, and moments later, your father came rushing down the stairs, his face lighting up when he saw you.

“Oh… my angel,” he said, wrapping you in a firm hug.

Before you could respond, you heard the familiar sound of tiny paws on the floor. Your childhood yorkie, Sammie, came barreling toward you, tail wagging furiously.

“Oh, my sweet boy!” you cooed, scooping him up and peppering his face with kisses before setting him gently on the couch.

“How long can you stay?” your mom asked eagerly, her hands still on your shoulders as if she didn’t want to let you go.

You gave her an apologetic smile. “You know I can’t stay long, Ma. But I’ll be back for Easter—I wouldn’t miss the family reunion for anything.”

You gestured toward the bag you’d brought, grinning. “But I brought some things for you guys.”

The next few minutes were filled with excited gasps and heartfelt thank-yous as you handed out the gifts. Your mom beamed when she saw the expensive jacket and heated blanket, immediately hugging both to her chest. Your dad was equally thrilled with his jacket, blanket, and new work boots, which he joked would make him the envy of the entire construction site. Even Sammie wasn’t left out—he barked happily when you gave him a new dog bed, tiny sweaters, and treats specially made for his fragile teeth.

The biggest gift, however, was when you handed your parents your black card. “Use this to pay off anything you need—bills, repairs, whatever,” you said firmly.

Your mom teared up again, hugging you tightly, while your dad gave you a proud smile and ruffled your hair.

As you all sat down in the living room, Sammie curled up on your lap, your mom brought up something you’d half-expected. “So… we saw the news,” she said, her voice taking on a teasing tone. “About you and that girl—what’s her name? Sevika?”

You chuckled, feeling a little shy but knowing they’d be supportive. “Yeah, her name’s Sevika. We’re together now.”

Your mom’s eyes lit up, and your dad nodded approvingly. “Well, you’ve dated girls before, so it’s not exactly a shock. But this one… she seems like a strong woman,” your dad said with a smile.

“She is,” you replied, thinking back to Sevika’s no-nonsense attitude and her unwavering confidence. “She’s… amazing, honestly. A little rough around the edges, but she’s got a good heart.”

Your mom grinned. “Well, if she makes you happy, that’s all that matters.”

“She does,” you said softly, your heart swelling with warmth at their approval.

Your dad gave you a sly smile. “Just don’t let her scare off the family at Easter.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I’ll keep her in check, I promise.”

The rest of the visit was spent catching up, sharing stories, and enjoying the comfort of home—a brief but much-needed reminder of where you came from and the love that surrounded you.

You let the moment sink in, warmth spreading through you as you felt the love and acceptance from your parents. But then, their words fully registered, snapping you out of your reverie.

“Wait—what? You want her to come to the reunion?” you asked, sitting up a little straighter.

Your parents exchanged a look before nodding in unison, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Finn came for the two years you two were together… so why not Sevika?” your mom asked, her tone light but curious.

You blinked at her, caught off guard by the comparison. “Fuck… because of Grandpa,” you blurted out, your voice tinged with frustration. “He’s very homophobic. And Sevika has a short temper.”

Your dad shrugged, leaning back in his chair. “Just ignore him. He’s old-fashioned, that’s all,” he said, as though that excused your grandfather’s behavior.

You shot him a skeptical look. “Old-fashioned? He told me I was going to hell when I brought Finn to Thanksgiving just because he had tattoos and piercings. And that was before Finn even said a single word to him. Imagine what he says when a tall, masculine woman, with tattoos and piercings comes into the room.”

Your mom waved a hand dismissively. “It doesn’t matter what Grandpa thinks. You’re our child, and you’re always welcome to bring whoever makes you happy. Sevika included.”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you weighed their words. The idea of introducing Sevika to your extended family—especially your grandfather—felt like opening a can of worms. But at the same time, you didn’t want to hide her away like some kind of secret.

Finally, you took a deep breath, letting it out in a long exhale. “Fine,” you said reluctantly. “I’ll invite her.”

Your mom beamed, clearly pleased with your decision. “Good! I’m sure she’ll do great. Besides, your cousins will love her.”

You weren’t sure whether that was comforting or terrifying, but you nodded anyway, already mentally preparing for the chaos Easter was bound to bring.

When you returned to the hotel, the warm hum of music greeted you as you pushed the door open. Inside, Sevika was perched on the couch, her guitar resting against her lap as her fingers skillfully strummed a melody. The rest of the band was scattered around the room—Caitlyn scribbling in a notebook, Vi tapping out a rhythm on the edge of the coffee table, and Jinx lounging on the floor, absently humming along. It was clear they were deep into working on new material, their faces a mix of concentration and quiet intensity.

“I’m back,” you announced, stepping into the room and setting your bag down by the door.

“Welcome back,” they all said in unison, their voices subdued but warm.

You paused, glancing around at their expressions. The energy in the room was heavy—bittersweet, no doubt because your departure was looming. You knew they felt it just as much as you did. Not wanting to let the mood linger, you clapped your hands together, a mischievous smile spreading across your face.

“Do you guys maybe wanna go clubbing one last time before I have to leave?” you asked, your tone light and inviting.

Caitlyn looked up from her notebook, her brows arching with interest. “Of course,” she said, her voice cutting through the somber atmosphere.

“Good,” you said, grinning as you stepped further into the room. “Because I know the perfect place we can go. It’s gonna be a night to remember.”

Jinx perked up instantly, her energy flipping like a switch. “Ohhh, I’m in! I need to blow off some steam anyway.” She hopped to her feet, practically bouncing with excitement.

Vi leaned back in her chair, a sly grin on her face. “A night out with you is always interesting. I’m down.”

Sevika’s eyes met yours from where she sat, her fingers still lightly brushing over the strings of her guitar. She smirked. “If you’re leading, I’ll follow. Just don’t get us into too much trouble.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “No promises.”

As the mood in the room lifted, the band started to come alive with chatter and excitement, tossing out ideas for what to wear and speculating on what kind of place you were taking them to. Sevika set her guitar aside, standing and stretching before walking over to you.

“Got anything fancy in mind for tonight, or are we going full chaos mode?” she teased, her tone low and playful.

You leaned up to whisper, “Why not both?”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “That’s dangerous.”

With plans set and spirits high, everyone began to scatter, grabbing their things and getting ready for the night ahead. You felt a spark of excitement yourself, knowing this would be a perfect sendoff—not just for you, but for all of you as a group.

You took your time getting ready that evening, pulling the delicate black mesh top over your head and adjusting the shredded, figure-hugging skirt to perfection. The ensemble highlighted every curve while maintaining a bold, edgy vibe. After ensuring your makeup was flawless, with smoky eyes and deep plum lipstick, you slipped on a pair of heels that completed the look. Checking yourself in the mirror, you nodded in approval. Tonight, you were all in.

The sound of the shower stopped, followed by the soft padding of feet as Sevika stepped out of the bathroom. The moment you turned to look, your breath hitched. She was wearing a black, tight-fitting crop top with a daring cutout that framed her cleavage, paired with low-rise black cargo pants and her signature black boots. Her damp hair was styled into a loose man bun, showcasing her sharp features and confident stance.

Sevika paused mid-step, her eyes drinking you in with an intensity that made your cheeks flush. “Damn,” she muttered, her lips curving into a sly grin as she closed the distance between you. “It’s gonna be a long night.”

Before you could respond, she pulled you close, her lips capturing yours in a deep, passionate kiss. Her calloused hands rested on your hips, and the faint scent of her body wash lingered in the air. You melted into her embrace, letting yourself be consumed by her touch until you gently pushed against her chest. “Sev,” you murmured, breaking the kiss, “this lipstick is kiss-proof, not face-sucking-proof.”

Sevika chuckled, her smirk widening as her thumb brushed along your jawline. “Noted. But don’t blame me if I lose all control tonight.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, grabbing your clutch. “Let’s just make it to the club first.”

Before you and Sevika headed out the door to meet the others downstairs, you grabbed her arm, halting her in her tracks. She turned to you with a slight frown, her confusion evident.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her tone cautious but curious.

“Easter,” you said simply, biting your lip as you tried to find the right words.

Her eyebrow quirked up. “What about Easter?”

You took a deep breath, your fingers fidgeting nervously with the hem of your sweater. “My family has this huge reunion that day here in New York. They bring everyone—girlfriends, boyfriends, close friends, the whole nine yards. My parents… they want you to come,” you admitted, your voice soft but steady.

Sevika’s other eyebrow joined the first, her expression a mix of surprise and amusement. “Nice to know they like me,” she said with a smirk. Then her head tilted slightly. “But, baby, that’s not for another four months. Why are you telling me this now?”

You let out a small laugh, feeling a bit silly for bringing it up so early. “Just so you can put it on your calendar. You know, block the date or whatever,” you said, flashing her a small, shy smile.

Her smirk softened into a fond grin, and she cupped your cheek for a brief moment. “Of course, I’m coming. Wouldn’t miss it,” she said confidently before dropping her hand back to her side.

“Let’s go before they leave us,” she added, intertwining her fingers with yours and tugging you toward the door.

With a final glance back at the room to make sure you hadn’t forgotten anything, you followed her downstairs to join the others. The energy was already buzzing as the group prepped for a night of clubbing, and you couldn’t help but feel a little more at ease knowing Sevika had agreed to meet your family, even if the thought of introducing her to your grandfather still made your stomach twist.

When you arrived at the club, the place was buzzing, packed wall-to-wall just like the old days when you’d sneak in as a college student. The line to get inside snaked around the block, but you weren’t about to wait. Without a second thought, you weaved your way through the crowd, earning a mix of side-eyes and grumbles from the people in line.

“Excuse me, sorry, coming through,” you mumbled as you squeezed past, flashing polite smiles at anyone who gave you a dirty look.

Behind you, the others stood in stunned silence, watching you bulldoze through like you owned the place. Sevika shook her head with a smirk and leaned against the wall, her arms crossed, as the others exchanged hesitant glances.

Finally, you reached the front of the line, coming face-to-face with two familiar faces: the same security guards who used to let you and your broke college friends in after you promised to bring them food. One of them squinted at you, his face lighting up with recognition.

“Well, if it isn’t the superstar!” he boomed, giving you a playful ruffle of your perfectly styled hair. “I remember when you were nothing but a broke college student sneaking in here!”

You swatted his hand away with an annoyed huff, quickly smoothing your hair back into place. “C’mon, can you let me in already? I’ve got a valid ID now—and so do my friends back there,” you said, jerking your thumb toward the group still lingering at the back of the line.

The guard raised an eyebrow, clearly amused, before breaking into a grin. “Of course, of course. You being here will definitely get us more business tonight,” he said as he unhooked the velvet rope and held the door open for you.

You turned back and waved at the group, motioning for them to follow. Sevika pushed off the wall immediately, striding forward without hesitation, while the others hesitated briefly before trailing behind her.

As soon as you stepped inside, the pounding bass of the music washed over you, the heat of the packed club hitting you like a wave. The air was thick with the smell of alcohol, sweat, and faint traces of expensive perfume.

Before you could even fully take in your surroundings, a tray of shots was shoved into your hands. The bartender grinned at you from across the counter, shouting something you could barely hear over the music.

You smirked, already feeling the adrenaline coursing through you. This night was going to be a blur—of drinks, dancing, and undoubtedly some trouble. You glanced over at Sevika, who had already claimed her first drink of the night, her sharp eyes scanning the room like she owned the place.

Yeah, you were getting fucked up tonight—in more ways than one. 

The night was wild, and the drinks had long since gone to your head. You and Caitlyn, in your usual drunken mischief, had taken over the club. Jinx joined the chaos this time, amping up the energy. Every time one of your favorite songs blared through the speakers, the three of you clambered onto tables or stages, screaming the lyrics at the top of your lungs.

Your balance was nonexistent, and your vision swam with colors and faces that blurred together. But even through the haze, one figure stood out like a lighthouse in a storm: Sevika. She was leaning casually against the wall with Vi, her sharp eyes scanning the club while she nursed a glass of whiskey.

Everything seemed perfect—until you noticed the girl.

She was tall and confident, sidling up to Sevika and leaning in far too close. Her hand rested on Sevika’s arm, her lips moving as she whispered something into Sevika's ear. Your heart sank, a fire sparking in your chest as you watched. Those were your arms she was touching. That was your girl.

The crowd around you swayed and cheered, but all you could focus on was Sevika and that stranger. Without thinking, you waved down a random guy in the crowd. “Hey! Can you help me down?”

He looked uncertain but nodded, grabbing you gently by the waist and lowering you off the table. Your legs wobbled beneath you, and you nearly stumbled, but determination propelled you forward. You pushed your way through the sea of people, muttering apologies as you bumped into shoulders and spilled a few drinks along the way.

Sevika spotted you almost immediately. She brushed off the girl without hesitation, her steely gaze softening when she saw your tipsy form struggling toward her. By the time you got close, she stepped in, grabbing your arm to steady you before you could faceplant into someone.

“What’s my pretty girl doing?” she asked, her low voice almost drowned out by the music. She pulled you close, her arm wrapping securely around your waist.

“I came to see what you were doing with that bimbo,” you answered bluntly, your intoxicated state stripping away any filter as you glared at the girl as she rolled her eyes and walked away.

Sevika let out a low chuckle, shaking her head. “Nothing. I rejected her. I’m yours, baby.”

“Mine?” you asked, a sly smile creeping across your lips as your fingers toyed with the collar of her shirt.

“Yeah,” she murmured, leaning in closer. “And you’re mine.”

She sealed her promise with a kiss, her lips capturing yours in a way that made your knees even weaker than they already were. You melted into her, your arms wrapping around her neck as you leaned into the kiss, deepening it without a care for the people around you.

With a laugh, you practically pounced on her, your legs wrapping around her waist. Sevika caught you effortlessly, her hands finding purchase—one on your thigh, the other firmly gripping your ass. She pulled back slightly, smirking at your flushed face and needy expression.

“Jesus, you two fuck like rabbits,” Vi called out loudly, rolling her eyes as she walked past. Her voice was just loud enough to cut through the music and reach your ears.

You glanced over Sevika’s shoulder in time to see Vi shaking her head before disappearing into the crowd, likely heading off to find Caitlyn and get up to the same kind of trouble.

You didn’t care, though. Your focus was locked on Sevika, her whiskey-scented breath brushing against your cheek as she whispered, “Let’s see how long you can stay on me this time.”

The next thing you knew, you were pressed up against the wall of an empty bathroom stall, your lips crashing against Sevika’s in a heated kiss. Her hands gripped your waist tightly as if anchoring you to her. The scent of whiskey on her breath mixed with the faint smell of your own perfume, a heady combination that made you lightheaded.

Sevika pulled back slightly, her lips trailing down to your neck. She found that sweet spot that made your knees buckle, sucking gently while her hand moved to steady you. “You’re so beautiful,” she murmured against your skin. “Every time I see you, it’s like you’re even more gorgeous than the last time.”

Her words made your chest tighten in the best way. You tugged on her jacket, making her look at you. Your brows furrowed as you scanned her face, noting the slight glassiness in her eyes and the way her smirk was a little looser than usual. “Wait… You’re drunk,” you said, the realization dawning on you. “I’ve never seen you drunk before.”

Sevika chuckled lowly, her hands still gripping your waist. “You’re even more fucked up,” she teased, a rare smile pulling at her lips.

You both burst into laughter, the kind that only two drunk people could share, until Sevika’s hand slipped under your skirt, making you gasp. Her fingers brushed against your damp panties, and her grin widened. “Do you love me, baby?” she asked, her voice lower, more serious now.

Your breath hitched as her fingers pressed against you through the thin fabric. “I love you so much,” you managed to whisper, your hands tangling in her hair.

Before you could fully lose yourself in her touch, a sudden click and a flash of light snapped both of you out of the moment.

“What the fuck?” you gasped, immediately looking up. Through the slight gap in the stall door, you spotted a girl standing there with a professional camera in hand, her eyes wide with a mix of guilt and excitement.

Sevika whipped around, her body shielding you instinctively. “Are you kidding me?” she growled, but before either of you could react, the girl darted out of the bathroom like her life depended on it.

“Shit,” Sevika cursed under her breath, her hand pulling out from under your skirt as she straightened up. “Paparazzi.”

You felt your heart racing, the adrenaline sobering you up slightly. “What the hell was she doing in here? What if she already sent those pictures?”

Sevika ran a hand through her hair, her jaw tight. “We’ll deal with it,” she said firmly, her protective demeanor taking over. “No one’s gonna mess with us, baby. But for now, let’s get out of here before someone else walks in.”

She grabbed your hand, steadying you as you adjusted your skirt. The two of you left the stall cautiously, Sevika’s arm draped protectively around your shoulders as she scanned the room for any more unwanted eyes.

As you both exited the bathroom, you spotted the girl near the edge of the dance floor, trying to slip through the crowd with her camera clutched tightly. You didn’t even need to say anything. Sevika had already locked eyes on her, her jaw tightening as she began moving through the sea of people with purpose.

“Sevika—” you started, but she cut you off with a wave of her hand.

“I’ve got this,” she said firmly, her voice low and menacing.

You stayed close behind her as she pushed through the crowd with ease, her towering presence parting people like waves. The girl must have realized she was being followed because she glanced over her shoulder and quickened her pace. Sevika wasn’t about to let her get away.

By the time the girl reached the club’s entrance, Sevika was on her. She grabbed the girl by the back of her coat, stopping her in her tracks. The girl let out a startled yelp, but before she could say anything, Sevika leaned in close, her voice dripping with venom.

“You think you can snap pictures of us and just walk out of here?” Sevika growled, her grip tightening on the girl’s coat. “We’re going to have a little chat outside.”

The girl stammered, “I—I didn’t mean any harm! It’s just my job!”

Sevika didn’t respond. She simply dragged the girl toward the side exit, ignoring her weak protests. You followed behind, adrenaline coursing through your veins as the three of you stepped into the cold night air.

Once in the alley, Sevika shoved the girl against the brick wall, her arm pressed firmly against the girl’s chest to keep her in place. “Start talking,” she demanded, her tone deadly calm.

“I—I’m with The Pulse! I’m a paparazzo! It’s my job to get stories on celebrities!” the girl blurted out, her hands trembling as she clutched her camera.

“Do I look like I care about your job?” Sevika snapped, leaning in closer. “What did you think you were going to do with those pictures, huh? Sell them? Ruin her career? I’ll make sure you regret ever stepping foot in that club tonight.”

The girl shook her head frantically, her face pale. “No! I wasn’t going to sell them! I swear, I’ll delete them right now!”

“You’re damn right you will,” Sevika hissed. She stepped back slightly, giving the girl just enough room to breathe, but keeping her glare locked on her. “Hand it over.”

The girl fumbled with her camera, her hands shaking so badly she nearly dropped it. She handed it to Sevika, who shoved it into your hands. “Go through it. Make sure she deletes every last picture,” Sevika said, her eyes never leaving the girl’s terrified face.

You quickly scrolled through the camera, finding the incriminating photos of you and Sevika in the bathroom. “Here they are,” you said, showing Sevika before hitting the delete button. “Gone. All of them.”

“Good,” Sevika said, her voice cold. She turned her attention back to the girl. “Listen to me, and listen good. If I ever see you again—if you even *think* about taking another picture of us—I won’t be this nice next time. Got it?”

The girl nodded furiously, tears streaming down her face. “I—I got it! I won’t bother you again! I promise!”

Sevika stepped back, letting her go. “Get out of here,” she growled, her tone leaving no room for argument.

The girl didn’t need to be told twice. She bolted out of the alley, her footsteps echoing against the walls as she disappeared into the night.

Sevika turned to you, her expression softening as she placed a hand on your shoulder. “You okay?”

You nodded, still a little shaken but relieved. “Yeah… thanks to you.”

She smirked, pulling you into her arms. “No one’s messing with you on my watch, baby.”

You let out a small laugh, leaning into her embrace. “You’re my hero.”

“Damn right I am,” she teased. “Now let’s get back inside. I need another drink after dealing with that.”

You both headed back into the club, the tense moment behind you, but a newfound appreciation for Sevika’s unwavering loyalty warming your heart.

As you and Sevika walked back toward the entrance of the club, you spotted Vi, Caitlyn, and Jinx standing near the doorway. Their expressions were etched with concern, and Vi had her arms crossed, clearly on edge.

“What happened?” Vi asked as soon as she saw you, her sharp eyes darting between you and Sevika. “We saw you both rush out. Looked serious.”

Caitlyn took a step forward, her brows furrowed. “Did someone do something to you?” she asked, her voice soft but with an underlying firmness.

Jinx tilted her head, her usual manic energy subdued for once. “Who do I need to blow up?” she asked, half-joking, though you couldn’t be sure she wouldn’t actually follow through.

You exchanged a quick glance with Sevika, who shrugged, her expression unreadable. “It’s handled,” she said gruffly, as if that was enough explanation.

Vi wasn’t having it. “Handled? Sevika, you don’t just drag someone into an alley for no reason. Spill.”

You sighed, deciding to step in before things escalated. “It was a paparazzo,” you explained, folding your arms to mimic Vi’s stance. “She followed us into the bathroom and took pictures.”

“What the hell?” Caitlyn said, her tone tinged with disbelief. “That’s not just invasive; that’s downright illegal.”

“Did you get the camera?” Vi pressed, her protective instincts kicking in.

“Yeah,” Sevika said, her voice low and gruff. “She deleted the photos. Won’t be bothering us again.”

Jinx narrowed her eyes, a sly smirk forming on her lips. “She must’ve been scared shitless after running into you. I bet you threatened the hell out of her, huh?”

Sevika shrugged nonchalantly, but the faintest hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. “Maybe a little,” she admitted.

Caitlyn’s concern hadn’t entirely faded. “Are you both okay, though? That kind of thing can be… unnerving.”

You nodded, giving her a reassuring smile. “We’re fine. It’s just part of the territory, I guess.”

Vi still looked annoyed but finally relaxed her stance, shaking her head. “People are unbelievable. You can’t even have a night out without someone trying to pull this crap.”

“Exactly,” Jinx chimed in, now grinning mischievously. “Which is why we should totally get wasted and forget about it. Drinks on me!”

That earned a laugh from you, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit lighter. “I’ll hold you to that,” you said, reaching out to give Jinx a playful nudge.

Sevika placed a protective hand on your lower back, guiding you all toward the bar. “Let’s go. The night’s not over yet,” she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

As the five of you made your way back into the crowd, you felt a sense of comfort. Despite the chaos, you were surrounded by people who had your back no matter what.

When you and Sevika stumbled back into the hotel room, the door barely clicked shut before you burst into giggles, leaning heavily against her sturdy frame. The both of you were drunk out of your minds, but while you felt like the room was spinning, Sevika seemed to hold it all together, her usual calm demeanor intact despite the alcohol coursing through her veins.

You clung to her arm, your hands wandering as you pressed your body against hers, your lips brushing against her jaw. “You’re so… sexy,” you slurred, your voice heavy with desire.

Sevika chuckled, low and deep, her hands steady as they rested on your hips to keep you upright. “You’re the sexy one, baby. Can barely keep my eyes off you tonight,” she said, her voice dripping with warmth.

She leaned down to kiss you, her lips hovering tantalizingly close to yours, but you stopped her, placing your fingers on her mouth and shaking your head. “I can’t,” you whispered breathlessly, your heart pounding in your chest.

Sevika raised an eyebrow, a soft laugh escaping her lips. “Why not?” she teased, tilting her head as she looked at you with amused curiosity.

“Because… it’s gonna lead to more,” you said, your cheeks flushed and your voice shaky as your fingers trailed down her arm.

Sevika smirked, her thumb brushing against your cheek as she held your face gently. “I don’t mind,” she said simply, her tone deep and confident.

Before you could protest further, her lips captured yours in a kiss so passionate that it left your knees weak. You melted into her, allowing her to guide you back toward the bed. As the back of your knees hit the edge, you let yourself fall, sinking into the plush mattress as Sevika leaned over you.

Her lips left a trail of heat across your skin, from your jawline down to your collarbone, her hands expertly sliding off your shirt, and unclamping your bra. Her kisses became more insistent, her teeth grazing lightly against your skin as she worked her way lower.

Your breath hitched as Sevika made her way between your thighs, practically devouring your heat, her strong hands gripping your hips to keep you in place. “Fuck…” you moaned, your head falling back against the pillow as a wave of pleasure shot through you.

Sevika looked up at you briefly, her smirk returning. “You’re so damn perfect,” she murmured before diving back in, her tongue working magic as she made you forget everything but the two of you in this moment.

After she finally decided she was done with you, Sevika smirked lazily and stretched out beside you on the bed, her arm draped across her stomach as she let out a satisfied sigh. You were still catching your breath, your body warm and tingling, but you couldn’t help but glance over at her.

She looked utterly relaxed, her hair slightly tousled, and her lips curved in a faint grin. You shifted closer, propping yourself up on one elbow. “I wanna give you something in return,” you said, your voice soft but playful.

Sevika turned her head toward you, her half-lidded gaze meeting yours. “No, it’s okay,” she murmured, her deep voice raspy from exhaustion and contentment.

You narrowed your eyes at her, a teasing grin spreading across your face. “I’m gonna do it anyway,” you declared with a mischievous tone.

Before she could respond, you leaned over and kissed her, your lips pressing softly but firmly against hers. Despite her earlier protest, she didn’t hesitate to melt into the kiss, her hand instinctively coming up to rest on your cheek. The kiss deepened for a moment, the connection between you palpable.

When you finally pulled away, you didn’t stop there. You began trailing kisses along her jawline and down her neck, your lips brushing against her skin as you went. Her breathing slowed, and you felt her chest rise and fall steadily beneath your hand.

But just as you were about to continue, you paused, hearing something you didn’t expect—soft snoring.

You froze, lifting your head to look at her. Sure enough, Sevika’s eyes were closed, and she was out cold, her snores light but unmistakable.

You stared at her in disbelief, your mouth hanging open slightly. “Ugh… rude,” you muttered, rolling your eyes with a half-laugh as you flopped back onto your side of the bed.

After Sevika fell asleep mid-kiss, you sighed in disbelief, still hovering over her. You sat up, staring at her peaceful face, the corners of her lips still curved ever so slightly into a faint smirk even in her sleep. She looked ridiculously comfortable, sprawled out on the bed without a care in the world, leaving you to deal with her fully clothed state.

You shook your head, muttering, “Of course, she falls asleep like this.”

Deciding she needed to be more comfortable, you carefully sat up and began removing her boots. They were heavy, and you struggled to tug them off her feet. “God, Sev… you’re like dead weight when you’re asleep,” you joked, grunting as the second boot finally slipped off and clattered to the floor.

Moving on, you unbuckled her belt, sliding it off with some effort before working on her pants. Her dead weight made it an ordeal, and as you tugged at the fabric, you grumbled, “I swear, you could sleep through an earthquake.”

Finally, after what felt like forever, you managed to peel the pants off, leaving her in just her boxers. You chuckled softly at how peaceful she looked, completely unbothered by your efforts.

Next, you moved to her shirt, gently pulling it over her head to avoid waking her. As you revealed her toned torso and sports bra, you couldn’t help but admire her even in this moment. “Not fair how good you look, even when you’re passed out,” you teased quietly to yourself, tossing her shirt to the side.

Once she was finally stripped down to her sports bra and boxers, you adjusted her on the bed, tucking the blanket over her. “There. Now you’re comfortable,” you said softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.

You climbed back into bed beside her, exhaustion finally catching up to you. Despite her earlier “rudeness,” you couldn’t stay mad. With a smile, you snuggled up to her side, letting the sound of her steady breathing lull you to sleep.

- (ran out of photo limits 😔)

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tags: loser!ellie, theatre kid!dina agenda, modern au sorta?, i suck at tagging a year later, ellie is a nervous wreck, italics indicate internal monologue (most of the time), fluff(?), one small use of y/n, okay that’s it i think

Ellie might’ve had a little thing for you — probably more than just a little thing, because you’d occupy most of the space in her brain 99% of the time. And she was, unceremoniously, an incredibly big loser. She never speaks to you directly, instead stealing glances at you during passing periods or watching you from afar whenever you’d been hanging out with your other friends. 

The hallways always seemed to be cramped and crowded, but not crowded enough that she couldn’t see you. Something about you made her always recognize it was you. 

Standing at her locker, she’d been joined by Dina as she’d been grabbing some things from her backpack. The hallways were bustling with chatter and bodies, but it seemed to only be them right now.

Dina looks at Ellie as her locker shuts with a small smirk. “I saw you staring at her again.” She teases. “You’ve got it bad!” Dina pokes her softly. She sings a cheesy love song, to which Ellie groans and puts a hand on her forehead. “You’re gonna make me die of embarrassment.” She mumbles.

Dina laughs at her, putting an arm over her shoulders. “Look at you, all grown up and having a little crush.” She says theatrically, wiping fake tears. Ellie chuckles to herself as she looks down at her canvas sneakers. 

“Yknow, I could introduce you to her.” Dina mentions without much thought. If Ellie had water in her mouth, she would’ve spit it out dramatically. She stands as stiff as a board as she turns to look at Dina. “Really? I mean — you’re serious? Like 100%?” Ellie seemed excited, but god was she nervous at the thought. 

“Yeah, totally! You can sprinkle your little loser dust on her in hopes that you absolutely woo her.” Dina throws her head back dramatically with the back of her hand on her forehead. The pair chuckle slightly at Dina’s antics.

Ellie still couldn’t believe that Dina knew her. Like, a majorly pretty girl? “Pinch me.” Ellie says, clearly in some state of disbelief. “I think I’m dreaming.” Dina pinches her on the cheek and she smiles. “You’re awake, Ellie! It’s me — Dina in the flesh!” Dina smiles at her.

“Dina, I’ve been like, dreaming of this since school started. I will come to your house later. Just please don’t be lying about this.” Ellie did dream about you a lot, and she always wished she didn’t wake up before the good parts. But she always did, so she woke up sulking all morning.

Even when the passing period had ended, she couldn’t stop creating scenarios about the two of you in her head. Well, the two of you and Dina. Cause she’d be there too. Ellie would feel bad to leave her out.

She knew that this was super cliche but she liked how cliche it was in some odd way. 

She was staring out of a window with her earphone in, tapping her gnawed up pencil against a wooden desk as she listened to songs that reminded her of you.

Which was, obviously, most of the music she’d ever listen to now because she was just that in love with you. She had it bad. Super bad. Actually, no word could describe it.

Once she started dreaming about you, she knew she was doomed. Even more so now that she’ll actually talk to you.

The anxiety of meeting a pretty girl like you sets in. What if she thinks I’m too weird? But she’s friends with Dina.. maybe it’ll be okay. This is so stupid. God, just focus on her! Her internal monologue was a flurry of ‘you got this’ and ‘don’t be a total loser’.

All of that literally goes out the window the second she makes it to Dina’s house.

As usual, Dina’s home was cluttered but homey, and the walls were covered with Dina in various grades performing in school musicals. Ride The Cyclone, Heathers, all that kinda stuff that she has little to no knowledge of.

“She’s waiting in my room — and stand up straight or something. Body language is important.” Dina says, leading her up the creaky stairs. Ellie almost didn’t hear what Dina was saying as they got closer to her room.

She’s in there! Right there! She thought, a smile creeping onto her face. The door of Dina’s room swings open and there you were, sitting on the edge of her bed.

“This is who I was telling you about! Y/N, this is Ellie. Ellie, Y/N.” Dina smiles at both of you brightly. “Hi!” Ellie blurts out, her voice cracking slightly. She instantly feels embarrassed and clears her throat. “Hello. How are you?” She attempts to reapproach the conversation, but when she saw that you’d been already chuckling and smiling, all her affirmations were lost to her.

“I’m fine. And you?” You asked, smiling at her. “I’m.. I’m good. Totally chilling right now, yeah.” Ellie rambles nervously. 

She kinda just stands there awkwardly until she thinks about another question. “How’d you uh, meet Dina?” She asks, rocking back and forth awkwardly on her heels. “We’re in the same theater class. And you,” 

You point at her. “You’ve known her since like, forever, right?” She says to Dina, eliciting a soft hum from the girl. You smile at Dina. “I’ll leave you two alone for a while.” 

Upon hearing that, Ellie snaps her head around to look at Dina. Her eyes scream “don’t leave me here”. Dina smiles remorsefully before leaving the room.

So now it was just Ellie and you. Staring at eachother while birds chirped softly in the distance. Ellie smiles awkwardly. You chuckle at her. “Are you usually this nervous?” You ask, tilting your head to the side slightly.

“..Yes, but not really?” Ellie would never in a million years admit the big fat crush she had on you, not now that you were sitting infront of her. “Well, I’m not gonna like, eat you or anything. You don’t have to be so nervous.”

“That’s easier said than done when you’re that pretty.” Ellie mumbled to herself. “What was that you said? You think I’m pretty?” You ask, smiling brightly. When she realizes you’d heard that part, she becomes incredibly flustered. She smashes her face into the palms of her hands as her cheeks become flushed. 

“I’m truly flattered! It means a lot coming from another pretty girl.” Ellie stood breathing for a moment. She thinks I’m pretty? She thinks I’m pretty?! She truly wants to jump for joy but she doesn’t. Instead she just stares at you.

Once you stand up and start walking towards her, she gets even more nervous because you smell like heaven. “I think we should get to know eachother more.” You suggest as you look at her. “I’ll give you my number.”

“Your number?” She blurts, excitement underlying her tone. “Yeah! It’s no biggie.” You say as you reach for your phone that was previously on the charger.

When you both eventually exchanged numbers, Ellie was staring at your contact in awe. Maybe you were talking to her but she was in her own little world.

She’d finally done it — talked to the girl she’d had a crush on literally all year. And somehow pulled it off enough to get her number.

Has Ellie wooed you? She didn’t know. Were you definitely looking forward to talking to her? Hell yeah you were.

“So I guess I’ll talk to you very soon then?” You raise an eyebrow at her with a smile on your face. Very soon? That could mean tonight! “Yeah, yeah totally. Call me whenever. I’m always free, yknow, never busy.” Ellie said, forming an awkward smile.

I basically just told her I have no hobbies or many friends! How charming is that? Way to go, Ellie. She internally cringes at herself. “Good to know. Bye Ellie.” You wave at her before leaving Dina’s room.

The door shuts and Dina runs up the stairs. “Oh she’s definitely into you.” She exclaims, holding Ellie’s hands. “I’m proud of you for putting your big girl pants on.” Ellie looks at Dina with a stupid smile. “She’s into me.” She mumbled with a starstruck expression. “She’s into me!” She repeats, smiling. I really hope that’s true. She thinks excitedly, squeezing Dina’s hands while looking at her.

[lorre-verie]

heyyyy there, how are you? was just thinkinggg 😝🧟 ---

may I please request an enemies to lovers ao'nung x fem!metkayina!reader fic where reader ventures out beyond the reef with bestie tsireya in their rarely found free time in order to decompress from their stressful routines --- evident in readers duties of teaching the young many things like weaving and breathing, helping ronal collect medicinal resources, and tsireya being tsakarem. reader vents about ao'nung being a pain and how hard she's pining for him regardless and tsireya, being all knowing, tries to hint to reader about ao'nungs feelings. some more banter before reya rushes off to meet with lo'ak for their date. not long after tsireya leaves, readers gets attacked and badly injured in the leg by something (I can't think of anything 💀) and rushes back to awa'atlu riding an ilu, bleeding out, where ao'nung (previously training) takes notice of her limping out of the water barely conscious. ao'nung rushes to her, reader collapsing in his arms, ao'nung delivering a cutsie little panicked "don't worry, im not gonna let anything to happen to you, 'm gonna take care of you" just before readers loses consciousness 😝😝😝😝 perhaps some cutie fluffy tearful confessions after she wakes in ronals healing marui

“Living, breathing, nightmare.”

word count: 4.4k

pairings: aonung x fem!metkayina!reader 

author notes:  - the prompt IS enemies to lovers so i decided to make it a HEAAVY emphasis on the enemies part of that (😏), so this is gonna be a wild ass ride. love you for this request, thanks for bringing me back onto this platform, anon! - 2nd person (love it too much) - NO you are not short you’re a little taller than tsireya but aonung is just a tall mf

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“So, they hate each other?” Ewie asked curiously, her curiosity piqued as her gaze remained fixed on the two na’vi bickering aways from her and the tsakarem-to-be of her clan.

“...Not exactly,” Tsireya answered, grimacing.

She sighed, patting the little one’s back, who stood there confused and still staring, eyes wide as seashells. Tsireya knelt down on one knee atop the damp, warm sand, offering the little girl a reassuring smile as she reached out to place her hand to Ewie’s shoulder, encouraging her to meet Tsireya’s gaze. “Why don’t you go on and play with your friends now, Ewie? You can resume your lessons with [name] tomorrow,” she said softly, promptly turning her head to smile at Ewie’s friends who ran wildly across the coast, screaming and jumping joyously.

The little girl’s eyes brightened as she looked at her group of friends, one of the boys in particular waving her over to join. She let out a small excited squeal, her mind now totally torn away from the sight of you and aonung, running to join them. Tsireya smiled as she watched Ewie scamper away, leaving only the older girl and the ocean in her wake. For Tsireya, now was one of the calm moments that no one could take away from her. 

She inhaled, the ocean breeze carrying a freshness that was tinged with the ancient salt of countless tides. Its age-old whispers danced through the air, brushing against her skin with a coolness that– if she concentrated enough, she could almost hear….yes…Eyw-

“You are an ABSOLUTE NIGHTMARE!” Your voice pierced through her thoughts, her ears flattening as she winced.

She whipped her head around to look at you and aonung in what seemed to be a private, yet full-blown war between the two of you, Aonung laughing in your face as you gave him a piece of your mind.

She let out a breath to calm herself. Happy thoughts…happy thoughts…she repeated in her mind as to not kick both you and her older brother in the back of the knees. 

“Yet I still show up in your dreams every night, eh?” he smirked even wider at you (if that was even possible).

To that, you didn’t know whether you wanted to scream, cry, cringe, throw up, or shove a kick so far up his ass he would never be able to talk out of it again. 

So you just stared at him silently, your silent screams bouncing off the insides of your body.

He towered over you, seemingly amused by your lack of response. 

You hated that. Why did Eywa give the males the unfair advantage in vertical length? (the answer is cause they need it boo or else they’d cry themselves to sleep every night) If you wanted to meet his eyes you would have to give yourself a strained neck, compared to all the other boys your age.

“You…wish.” you said, internally groaning at the less-than-satisfactory response you gave him. 

Should’ve been something kickass like “yeah, the haunting presence of your mediocrity,” but of course you’d only think about something like that far later, when it was way too late.

Tsireya walked towards the two of you, making sure to sigh mentally instead of in real life, bracing herself for whatever outlandish thing you two were bickering about now.

“Ah, sister, how kind of you to join us!” aonung raised his eyebrows slightly, “Would you kindly tell your friend here that she would absolutely not hold up in a battle between her and an Akula?” 

Before Tsireya could even open her mouth, you scoffed. 

“That is not what I said!” you seethed, crossing your arms. He had this tactic of taking whatever you were saying and twisting it so that he’d seem in the right at all times.

“I only said that I’ve been training for it, and I think that I could handle it! And also, that wasn’t even your conversation to listen in on!” and you didn’t want to admit that you were just trying to make yourself seem the teeniest bit more impressive to one of the younger kids you were teaching. In moderation of course!

*record scratch* (for all my lovely readers who’ve no idea/don’t remember what an akula is, that's the scary 3 jawed monster that practically almost killed our boy lo’ak. but that hasn't happened yet in this story)

Tsireya contained her urge to pinch the bridge of her nose, instead resorting to pinching aonung’s wrist, earning a ‘hey!’ from the metkayina while you smirked, satisfied with her response which was clearly a ‘i-don't-want-to-get-into-detail-about-the-topic-of-conversation-but-my-brother-is-incredibly-annoying-and-i-know-that-so-i’ll-just-do-this’ stance, but hey, at least it humbled the gargantuan himbo in front of you, even if by the smallest bit.

“[Name], how about we just get going?” she said, her hand rested on your shoulder, looking at you with an awkward smile.

“Great idea,” you smiled at her, willing to do anything to get away from the disproportionate frog. 

Before you could even take a step away, he obviously had to get in his bit.

“Hey wait, where are you two going?” he looked at you both, confusedly.

This was strange for 1 reason.

Why the hell does he care??? He never cared before, so why does he care now???

You turned your head and gave him an annoyed look, while Reya, ever the peacekeeper, answered his question for you. 

“We’re going beyond the reef. We want to see if we can catch a glimpse of the nrr payoang migrating for the season.” she said.

And even though she was the one who answered, he kept his eyes fixated on you for a solid extra few seconds, before finally switching to her. What in the motherfu-

“It’s optimal timing. Plus, this is one of the rare occasions where me and [name] are both free at the same time.” she said, smiling brightly. “It must be Eywa clearing the path for us.”

Right then, he smirked. 

Oh no. 

He was going to say something else to keep your blood above a healthy pressure, wasn’t he?

He looked at you again, and you felt your muscles tense. His mouth opened– no– here it comes– mayday, mayday!

BRACE FOR IMPACT!!!

“I also happen to be free. Can I come along?” 

You felt yourself die.

“NO!” you said a little bit too suddenly. “Go find some other people to bother!” you turned on your heel and stomped away from the situation before he could burden your mind further, grumbling at the sheer audacity.

“He literally insulted my capability of surviving like any normal metkayina could, and then he wants to “cOmE AlOnG?” Forget it!” you pressed a wrist into your left eye, trying to rid it of the image of the colossal amphibian as you rode on the ilu with Tsireya by your side, who was dipping gracefully above and below the water on her own ilu.

She emerged from the cerulean blue waves, her hair carrying beads of water in them, before she turned to look at you, back straightening.

“I think he just wanted to spend more time with you, you know.” she suggested, trying her damndest to hint to you what everyone else except literally the two of you could see. 

“Ha! As if! The last time I tried to ask him something, he said “don’t talk to me, my people might think that we’re friends.” Like what? Who says that? WHY would he say that?” you started, your ramble being nothing new to your best friend, who only sighed as she dipped a hand into the water as her ilu moved her through it.

Together, you headed to the point where the glowing fish were most spotted, waiting above the water for any signs of movement as you continued on.

“And I do not like him at all, despite what that skxawng Neteyam might say. He’s annoying, loud, obnoxious, and the way he carries himself differently when I’m in the vicinity is dumb. Almost like he’s trying to make himself seem better than me! Who does he think he is, puffing his chest out like a-” hold on.

You went silent, backtracking. 

Everytime Aonung noticed you were near, he stood up straighter than usual.

Your mind thought back to all those little moments in flashes. During training, at your cousin's coming-of-age ceremony, the harvest celebration, and today.

He constantly looks at you even if there are others around, but if you look back at him (more like glare), he looks away immediately. 

He always initiates the conversation first, even if there’s nothing to talk about.

Okay hold on [name], none of this necessarily means that he likes you.

And then, your whole world came to a stop. You swear even the wind became silent, leaving only you and the sounds of the cool ocean water rippling against your body, the evening painting a blur of pinks and oranges in the sky.

As if she knew every bit of the revelation you just had, Tsireya, who was a little ways in front of you, turned her head, looking at the blank expression on your face.

Am I the one that likes him? you thought to yourself.

No. It couldn’t be. There was no way, no possible way, that this was happening.

“Reya?” you blurted out, your body (and your stupid mouth) acting on instinct.

I mean, she was your best friend. Obviously best friends have to tell each other about their crushes, right?

“I think I like-” you stopped yourself short as you looked at her face. 

Her face, which was trying to hold back a smirk.

“Yes, [name]? Do continue?” she said, her tone a lot more singsong than you’d like it to be.

Perhaps telling your best friend that you had a crush on her literal BROTHER wasn’t the best course of action.

Fuuuuuuuuu–

“You know, if you like him, it’s totally alright with me.” she said, shrugging as she turned her head back to the front, smiling as she knew exactly what you’d say next.

“WHAT??” you screamed, startling your ilu, to which you whispered rushed apologies, soothing the back of its neck. 

“I’m just happy you’ve finally realised it.” she said, still not turning back, acting as if this was the most normal conversation to have.

“Wha? Who???” you asked, suddenly getting the idea she was having the wrong idea.

“Neteyam.” she said, her tone sarcastic, but unfortunately you were too startled to catch on.

“Hah! You’re wrong, I do not like him.” you said, silently revelling in the relief that she didn’t catch on.

Oh [name]. Sweet, oblivious, [name].

“Yeah I know, that’s why you have a crush on my brother.” 

To that, you completely stopped in your tracks, jaw slack open. She’s done it. She’s broken you.

She finally turned around, guiding her ilu to the left so as to block your track. 

“He likes you too. And I think you know that already.” she smiled, narrowing her eyes mischievously.

‘For the love of all things good and beautiful, why was this happening to me?’ you screamed on the inside, not wanting to relent.

Okay, if you were denying it, then maybe you actually didn’t like him! Right??

Yeah. That was it. You were giving yourself the delusion of liking him, because he’s the one that liked you first and you felt bad for him, and that’s why you were only considering liking him back.

Wait, does he even like me? What??

“Okay, no, that’s not what I-” and just as you were starting to deny everything, because that was 100% the truth, Tsireya waved you off as she submerged her head in the water, already off her ilu. 

You quickly realised what you were here for in the first place, hopping off and following suit, taking a deep breath before you dipped your head below the cool waves.

Deep below the two of you on the surface, you could see hundreds of bioluminescent jellyfish wading in one path, weaving through the floating rocks and plants, the vividness of the glowing colours acting as if a kaleidoscope in your vision.

You had to pull your head out from the water to take another breath, using your hand to push away some of your hair that decided to stick itself onto your face. You were absolutely stunned at the beautiful sight. It took your breath away, literally.

Dipping your head below the surface of the water once more, you decided with Tsireya to take a closer look. You dove your body forwards into the water, Reya following closely behind. 

It was quickly becoming darker, night was falling and you knew it was time to turn back, but the jellyfish illuminated your surroundings almost mesmerizingly, as if pulling you into a beautiful vortex. 

You hid your body behind a set of rocks, watching the jellyfish swim in their little path, smiling as you watched a small one lag behind the others before a bigger one pushed it forward, practically propelling it through the water as it sputtered around before finding its place again.

Tsireya, who was a little bit above you in the water, turned and dipped her body downwards to touch your shoulder, to signal that it was time to return to the surface and go home before it got too dark.

Her hand was a mere millimetre away from you when a sudden jolt of agony rips through your leg. It's as if a thousand needles pierce your flesh all at once, and panic surges, rising through your veins like wildfire.

Instinctively, you kick and thrash, but the unseen assailant's grip tightens like a vise, dragging you mercilessly downward. Darkness engulfs your senses and you're plunged into a void, robbed of sight and hearing, your lungs screaming for air..

You can’t even see Tsireya anymore, nor the prismatic glow of the jellies.

Bubbles erupt from your lips in frantic bursts, mingling with the surrounding darkness, further obscuring your already impaired vision. Each gasp for air feels like a futile struggle against the inevitable, your chest burning with the agonising need for oxygen. What is this? What is this that’s grabbing you? What is happening? The questions flood your mind and sear the corners of your vision as you're dragged deeper, darkness enveloping you fully. 

With each passing second, your panic intensifies. You can't tell which way is up anymore. The ocean presses in around you, a suffocating weight. It’s still pulling you down.

Down…

..down…

and down…

In a last, thoughtless attempt, you reach out, fingers stretching toward the abyssal void, but there's nothing to grasp onto, nothing to anchor you in this sea of darkness. Panic tightens its grip around your throat, threatening to choke the life from your trembling body.

Desperation claws at your soul, pounding on your chest, as you realise the seconds are slipping away. Any moment now, and you’ll be dead. Any moment now, and everything you yourself have worked for, would be gone. You let yourself close your eyes. Maybe because of the weight of the void pushing onto your body, or maybe you’re tired from fighting this thing around your leg for Eywa knows how long. When you outstretched your hand you hoped that someone, anyone would pull you out of this..nothingness. You wanted it so badly you almost thought that he would. That he’d save you.

Your body jolts awake, only to find yourself in an unfamiliar place. 

The cool, steady flow of the breeze unnerves you. It’s the first thing you notice besides the wild racing of your heart in your chest, your head whipping around in this empty space, trying to ascertain where you are. Is this Eywa? The place feels like a void, but it���s far different from the blackened one that suffocated your being. It feels calm. Peaceful. You can see the dark purple sky above you, glittering with stars and moons that you’ve never even seen about it. But it looks… strange. 

Otherworldly. Like it is impossibly distant, yet so close to you at the same time. You kneel in an extraordinarily shallow pool of cool water, the surface reflecting the celestial display above you. Though it is rather shallow, like a puddle almost, it stretches endlessly into the horizon as far as your eyes can see it. As you look around, time seems to stand perfectly still. 

It’s unnerving. Realising that you can, in fact, move your desensitised limbs, you slowly get up, your feet creating small ripples in the water. “Hello?” you call out. 

Nothing except your own echo responds to you. Just then, you hear something in the distance. Like someone’s there, in the hazed distance. They’re close to you, then they’re unimaginably far away. What is that? “[Name]!” It’s calling out your name. How do you respond? A. Call out for help

B. Cry C. Curl up into a ball and give up D. Walk towards the source Just kidding, you don’t have a choice. As if your legs had minds of their own, you start walking towards the source. You can’t quite make out that voice. It changes every time you hear it, showing up in intervals of about 5-8 seconds of space in between. “[Name]?” Gosh, and the change in tone too. It’s filled with fear, then anger, then happiness, then…huh? “[Name]... I’m so sorry.” Sadness. The voice is filled with a type of sadness that almost stabs your chest. Regret. Guilt. So many emotions in this strangely familiar, choked-out voice. The voice continues sobbing, sniffling, but then it stops. Leaving you whipping around in the darkness, unsure of where to go. You turn around, then you slam face first into something really tough. “What the fuc-” your voice rings out, angered, in the void. Rubbing your nose, you look up. “What the fuck?” you whisper. It’s Aonung. 

How delightful. But seriously, how de-fucking-lightful? Finally, another person in this endless, pitch black space of darkness. You almost want to scream. Of horror or joy, you’re not exactly sure, but you contain yourself, mostly due to the fact that he’s looking at you.

And he’s crying. Tears stream down his cheeks as he looks at you— actually, not quite you. His eyes aren’t exactly focused on yours, but they’re focused on…you. If that makes any sense at all. “Please wake up…” he croaks out. 

And that voice! It was him. That depressing, bleak voice from before that was calling out your name. It was him. But why? And how? 

You’re about to do something but then your heart jolts in your chest because he’s lifting up his right hand and cupping your cheek softly. Gently. Like the real Aonung would never do. This is some sick hallucination isn’t it? Oh gosh you actually went to hell, didn’t you? Before you realise it, he uses his thumb to wipe away a tear that somehow appeared on your face. You’re not crying. So what is this? What’s going o– NO. He’s leaning in. WHY IS HE LEANING IN? Fuck all “[NAME], DO SOMETHING!! YOU STUPID-” you scream at yourself, fighting your inanimate body. WHY COULDN’T YOU FUCKING MO- *SLLAAAAAPPPPPP!!!*Now you’re scrambling to your feet on what you realise to be the sickbed of Ronal’s healing tent, your hand stinging after delivering the most horrible sounding slap you have ever slapped…

…to the side of Aonung’s, now incredibly shocked, and incredibly offended, face.

Ronal sighed, but the remnant of a smirk lingered still on her cheeks, avoiding both you and Aonung’s gaze. “There you go, [name]. Next time, you should be much more careful,” she said softly, her hands leaving the cooling bandage now wrapped around your still aching leg and extending to your ankle, a sore reminder of whatever the hell it was that you experienced the night before.

You sat on a woven hammock, propped up by the trees that supported the healing tent. Ronal stood in front of you, “I am grateful that Aonung was there to help,” she said, turning towards the discombobulated walking-disease she called her son, who had a big bandage over his cheek, glaring down at you. She grabbed Aonung’s ear, pulling his body over very clearly painfully, making him yelp in pain with incoherent pleas of ‘ma’ and ‘please’  coming from his lips.

“What in Eywa’s name were you thinking? Trying to kiss a girl while she’s injured and unable to say anything about it! You are lucky that she slapped you first, or else you would not live to see another day if I had anything to do with it! My son, you are many things, but you are not an idi–” she scolded, promptly dragging him out of the marui still by his ear to deliver his well-deserved punishment outside, an amused smile making its way onto your face. Sigh, justice.

But okay, the incredulity of the day, of course, has not worn down on you. 

Tsireya came rushing into the tent with a bowl of…whatever, her face the guiltiest it’s ever been. It kinda made your heart hurt. “[Name], I am so, so, so sorry!” she said, kneeling down by your hammock and taking your hand in between hers. “As soon as I heard you were awake I rushed over,” she quickly mumbled, grabbing a rag and dipping it into the bowl and pressing it over your forehead gently, “I am so sorry for yesterday, I never should have suggested going there, let alone–”

Oh, here we go… It’s the Tsireya cycle, you call it. Whenever something goes wrong, she infinitely feels bad as if it’s her fault that something nearly killed you. 

She kept on rambling, trying to explain herself, but all you did was squeeze her hand tighter. She stopped, looking at the small smile on your face. “Hey, no harm done Reya. I’m fine, you see?” you reassure her, the small beads of water gathering under her eyes slowly going away as she blinked rapidly, containing herself as best as she could. She couldn’t say anything, although words were at the tip of her tongue. You could see she was struggling to add something, but she finally relented, settling for a gentle hug. “I’m glad,” she smiled. 

Okay, now it was time to figure out what the hell happened. “So…who saved me?” you asked her, using your arms to prop you up a little bit higher on the hammock. “Well, it’s a long story. Aonung kind of…followed us to see the nrr payoang. He was planning to surprise us, he said.” 

what

“He said he saw us, and as he was swimming down he saw you get pulled down by the creature. He dove in immediately and saved you.” she offered a small smile, like anything she was saying was making sense at the moment.

The only thing that came into your mind was the blaring red siren that screamed “STALKER! STALKER! STALKER!” but unfortunately, the pufferfish on legs had just saved your life so you were probably going to have to shut up about that for a while.

Woah. He just saved your life, [Name], shouldn’t you be more grateful? Maybe hug him? Maybe-

NO! Inner thoughts, shut up. Nobody likes you.

Tsireya turned around in response to the sound of someone being pushed through the entrance to the healing tent. 

Aonung. 

Wait nonononono Tsireya please don’t get up please don’t leave me here with him he looks like he’s about to kill me please

Aaand she’s gone. 

He took a pained breath, as if what he was going to do next was going to bruise him for the next couple centuries or so, sitting cross legged beside your, now that you realise it, very lowly hung hammock.

You were positive the look on your face wasn’t very inviting. 

“I’m sorry,” he finally said.

You had half a mind to burst out laughing because you were the one that had to get saved in the middle of the deep dark ocean. But he did violate you so obviously you weren’t going to do that, it was well deserved. A non-consensual move is still a non-consensual move.

“For the record, I only wanted to….” he basically whispered the next word, “kiss” (you felt your whole body cringing and twisting and turning on the inside and screaming to be let go from this horrible situation) “the top of your head.”

Oh. 

‘kayyyy… that makes it the tiniest bit better. 

Still not forgiving though. 

“I’m sorry too.” you said to him, your eyes now avoiding his face. Damn, did you slap him good.

He let out a small smirk. Oh no, you slapped his smirking cheek. You could see him wince in pain a bit before he stopped his expression abruptly.

“For what? I mean besides the slap. I deserved that. Although, I have no idea how you knew-” his eyes widened, stopping mid-sentence.

“Were you pretending the whole time?” he asked, eyes scrutinising your face.

“Okay hold on! I know it sounds crazy, but I had this dream, and you were in my dream–” you started explaining, ignoring his smirk at those words, “and I saw you lean down to like, kiss me, or something, and then I slapped you in the dream but I slapped you in real life.”

“All I got from that was ‘I dreamed about you kissing me, Aonung, please kiss me now, Aonung, I love you, Aonung’ ” he joked, smiling down at you.

Gosh, those dimples. 

FUCK nononononnnonasonfiwbjberhblvhaqnerovnav

Okay but he was kinda attractive as hell right now.

The hair too.

You weighed your options for a bit, the tension in the air crisp.

“[Name]? Did I say something wro–” he started. 

Ughhhhh, just shut up already.

Before you knew it, you closed your eyes and pulled him in by his neck, pressing his lips onto yours, kissing him.

He sighed into the kiss, before smiling really widely, pulling away.

“So I was right after all–”

“Just shut up before I give you a matching bruise on the other cheek,” you threatened. But a super wide smile was evident on your face, and your hands still clasped together on the back of his neck.

“Yes ma’am,” he smiled, whispering softly, looking into your eyes and then your lips again.

“Thank you for saving my life, ‘Nung.” you say. 

You don’t know why the hell you’re doing this.

 But it just feels right.

 And isn’t that what we’re all looking for in the end?

“No problem. Would do it again,” he smirked, “Know how you can repay me?” 

You rolled your eyes before pulling him in once again.

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Omg screaming crying WOOO it’s over it’s done! I’m so so sorry if it didn’t turn out to be exactly what you asked for, anon. Harder than I thought it would be to complete a fic after a solid 10 months of not writing (and also unfortunate circumstances arising). I made sure it was longer than my usual so that it’s not too bad 😭

I hope you guys enjoyed the fic, I know I definitely enjoyed writing it lol. I tried a different style of narration this time so do let me know what you guys think! Hope it’s not total doodoo to future Lorre when she rereads this back again. 

As always, feedback is much much appreciated and any interaction with my posts helps a lot! In case anyone has more requests please feel free to leave them in the inbox, I will get to them eventually. Thinking of writing for a lot of characters and fandoms but this is getting way too long so I'll cut this short lmao.

see you later!

much love, lorre

[moonstruckme]

Okay hey me again 😞 was hoping to send a request for more TASM!Peter x reader but one where he is comforting the reader bc they were stood up by their friends(cough cough me😬) like they were supposed to go out and she got all dolled up but they ditched her

This might be an oddly specific ask but I thought. Why not 😝 feel free to take the concept and RUN! I am all for writers doing whatever the hell they want

-🍁

Hi honey!! I'm so sorry that happened to you, I sincerely hope it wasn't anything like the scenario I chose for this story but if your friends did intentionally abandon you, that speaks far more poorly of them than you. I had that happen to me when I was younger, and now that I have more perspective it's easy to see how those girls were using that as an immature way to deal with their own insecurity. So once again, I hope you weren't in this sort of situation, but if you were please know that it's likely got nothing to do with you and you're amazing and lovely!! <3

Peter Parker x fem!reader ♡ 586 words

Peter’s hand is warm on your back, rubbing big circles with a steadying pressure. It’s comforting and undoing at the same time, because you’re stubbornly sure you wouldn’t have become so discomposed without his tender sympathy. Another tear slips down your cheek, splattering mascara-black on your thigh. 

“They’re idiots,” Peter says, not for the first time. His voice is weighed down by helpless distress. “They don’t know what they’re missing, sweetheart.” 

You inhale wetly. “I just don’t get how they thought I wouldn’t find out.” 

“My point exactly. They’re idiots.” 

You sniffle again, your tear ducts finally emptied, and you want to lean your head on Peter’s shoulder, but that feels too pathetic and needy right now. Come to think of it, it was probably your pathetic neediness that got you ditched tonight. 

It isn’t the first time this has happened. At least, not the first time you’ve made plans with your friends only for them to all become suddenly busy right before. It is the first time, though, that you’ve received a text meant for someone else, saying that your friend is on their way to dinner and will meet everyone else there. The natural conclusion is that this was just the first slip up; that every time you’ve gotten dressed up only to have your plans canceled, the rest of your friends are carrying out the night without you. 

Like he can feel the want, Peter stops rubbing your back to wrap his arm around your shoulders, encouraging you downwards until you’re leaning on him. He pets your hair, mindless of your makeup and snot getting on his shirt. 

“Can I say something about them that you might not like?” 

Trepidation creeps into your throat, but you nod. Peter would never say anything to make you feel worse than you do right now. 

“I’ve never thought they were very nice people,” he confesses quietly. “The way they talk about each other when some of them aren’t around, not to mention the way they talk about other people…I mean, you’re not like that.” His hand comes to rest on your shoulder, thumb stroking soothingly just above your collarbone. “I think that’s why they don’t always want to hang out with you, honey. You just don’t engage with that stuff. And I don’t mean that as a bad thing.”

You’re silent but for your quiet sniffling, unwilling to condemn your friends but not really finding fault in Peter’s assessment either. 

“They don’t deserve you,” he says softly. “I’m not just saying that because I love you, okay? I mean it. You’re nicer than them, and I think they know it. They don’t want to have to measure up.” A pause. “You hearing me, sweetheart?” 

“I’m hearing you,” you reply croakily. “Thanks, Pete.” 

He squeezes your shoulder. “Nothing to thank me for. Listen, I’m sure you’re not feeling it tonight, but if you still want to wear this outfit somewhere, I’d love to take you out tomorrow. You look so pretty, it’d be a shame if no one but me got to see you all dolled up.” 

You raise your head from his shoulder to give him a look, knowing there’s mascara tracked down your face and snot glossy under your nose. “You think? Should we go out right now?”

Peter knows what you’re about, but his smile is teeming with sweetness anyway. “Absolutely, if you wanna.” 

“You gonna show me off? Just like this?” 

“Grab your bag, sweet thing. Let’s show ‘em who runs this town.”

[mimisempai]

When your reality overtakes my dreams

Summary

Aziraphale has fallen asleep on the sofa, talking in his sleep. Obviously, Crowley won't miss this opportunity to have some fun with his angel.

Notes

Just my two dorks in love

On Ao3

Rating G -  558 words

"Don't come any closer! If you do, I'll..."

Crowley looked up from the newspaper and turned his eyes to Aziraphale. 

He saw, somewhat to his surprise, that the angel had fallen asleep while reading and was now talking in his sleep. Amused, the demon shook his head and was about to resume his reading when a small laugh from Aziraphale caught his attention.

"No, stop tickling me! Stop tickling me! Stop!"

Crowley couldn't resist.

He put down the newspaper and turned to Aziraphale, bringing his face close to his as the angel giggled again in his sleep.

"You will stop right now! If you don't, I'll..."

Another chuckle, then silence.

Crowley asked softly, "If I don't stop, you'll what, Angel?"

Aziraphale smiled and replied, still asleep, "I'll kiss you all over your face - so don't try."

"Angel, you don't really think you're going to stop me from doing something with that kind of threat, do you? On the contrary, you'll only encourage me to continue."

Suddenly, Aziraphale's eyes twitched before opening, his still sleepy eyes meeting Crowley's.

"What did you say?"

Crowley gently stroked Aziraphale's hair and said with a mischievous little smile, "You threatened to kiss me if I didn't stop doing I don't know what."

Aziraphale frowned and tried to remember before shaking his head.

"I wasn't talking to you, you idiot!"

Crowley retorted, "I don't know what's worse, that you called me an idiot or that it was someone else you were threatening to kiss in the face."

He started to remove his hand from Aziraphale's hair, but the angel stopped him and gently kissed his palm before saying, "I was talking to a dog. It was a dream, so don't ask me whose dog it was, but it was licking me all over."

Crowley chuckled, then said in a falsely disappointed tone, "Does that mean there won't be any kisses all over my face? What a shame!"

"We'll see about that!" 

Aziraphale took his lover's face in his hands and began to spread a multitude of butterfly kisses all over Crowley's face, causing the demon to laugh. Then the kisses became more persistent, lingering on certain parts of Crowley's face as the demon's laughter gradually faded.

Then Aziraphale's lips captured Crowley's in a longer, deeper kiss that lasted until they had to pull away to catch their breath.

The angel, still holding Crowley's face between his hands, gently stroked his cheek with his thumb, then said with a gentle smile, "So, still disappointed?"

Crowley chuckled softly as he pressed his cheek against Aziraphale's hand and replied, "Not in the least."

"Then come here."

Aziraphale pulled the demon closer, forcing Crowley to move against him, and after some fumbling and tangling of limbs, he ended up on top of Aziraphale, who wrapped his arms around him. Crowley buried his face in the angel's neck and closed his eyes, lulled by Aziraphale's breath in his hair and his tender caresses on his back.

He murmured before slowly drifting off, "I hope I'm not dreaming of an overly affectionate dog." 

Aziraphale chuckled softly, then kissed Crowley's hair before saying, "If that's the case, I'll wake you up and you'll open your eyes to an overly affectionate angel."

"Hm... I'll take it."

Just as he was about to fall asleep, Crowley heard Aziraphale's last words.

"It's already yours."

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

South Downs cottage series : here

Ineffable fan fictions Masterpost : here

[giveafike]

TUMBLR WRAPPED 2024!

hi!

did i scare you? unexpected post, huh? I wanted to have something fun to wrap up the year before we move on so I thought, why not a "wrapped"?

Keeping it short & sweet with some insights too + i luv statistics and seeing patterns, so this is always super interesting to me. Without further ado, here's our wrapped together!

Stats Recap (nerd stuff):

As of 10/12/2024, I have 106 posts. 21 of those are actual fics, meaning almost 1/5th of my posts are works.

The rest is yapping - need to stfu got it! noted!

I received 1,901 notes and 149 followers.

You people are INSANE!!! I have a more emotional post due for New Year's but truly, that is wild, wild work. I'll save the tears and heartfelt stuff for that one, but I want you to know how eternally grateful I am for all of you. Being encouraged by you guys is not just inspiring—it’s addicting, electrifying, and everything in between.

Thank u for the outpouring love.

Inbox Recap (what to look for in 2025?):

Hold ur horses, there's gonna be a lot to write and get through! Thank you for requesting and trusting me to make your ideas come true, I hope to do 'em justice.

Here's a little "reading" so to speak (I HAVEN'T WRITTEN ANYTHING SO DON'T START @ ING ME):

Dominic Fike/Elliot:

sensing an alarming amount of unrest and horn*ness over here. Sensing two posts, both for elliot....smth smth... NSFW... something to do with Nate as well, joining....? Nate and NSFW has the same about of letters too, not a coincidence!!! Also sensing a blurb with a massively underrated song. u btches ab to pmo, why don't we listen to Açaí Bowl more as a collective get the streams up omfg- sorry got sidetracked. that's ab all I can say.

Jude Bellingham:

Pretending to be shocked when I say: more smut requests? Oh brother. But one's very sweet and cute and respectful awww-- SIZE K*NK? oh gosh guys um..the only way I can describe this one is...desperate smut. Anon... cmon now. I would say more, but anon owned up to it saying "This is a long and sick request but I believe you are the only writer on here that can bring this to life 😭😭" which makes me giggle so FINE i'll let it slide, I'll try to do as best as I can (luv u don't u worry I got ideas brewing)

Ben Shelton:

phew. lot of nsfw. like a lot. like a crazy amount. Talking ab that damn car (I'm gonna do smth DRASTIC to that fkin car if he posts w it one more time) talking ab being a munch, ab a supermodel, talking ab scratches, talking ab laver cup (THROWBACK!), about ben showing off.... it's getting hot under the collar, oh gosh. Ahem. We have some sweet fluff ones too! including reader getting insecure/jelly. Ben being irrational, one about....homesickness? a LOT of pregnancy asks. like A LOT. SHELTON NATION DON'T GET KNOCKED UP. PLEASE. One I'm very excited to write, Ben x a certain Doja song...heheheheehehe oh and also, Ben and a 'knock-on effect' w his precious little car, ykwim? no? you'll find out. shush. A very exciting story ahead, the first one with NSFW incorporated - thank u 'D' for the prompt!! Also, I finally got my hands on them tiktok editors and I've made a promise or two to do something w their works.....catch my drift? you'll see soon. Special little hints as to who: victim no 1 and victim no 2 🙂‍↕️😝😙🥰

Post Recap (what went on the billboard charts for u?):

IN 6TH PLACE:

At 85 notes each, we have a tie between "Yours" and "Come Here". Both Ben posts, one SFW the other NSFW. Writing "Yours" was super fun, writing jealous/possessive and sassy Ben kills me laughing, IJBOL and writing Carlitos too? SO funny (wonder how that'd go down differently since we saw them being bff besties at Garden Cup) - Possessive Ben is a guilty pleasure, hehehe. Writing "Come Here" was really interesting since it was my first NSFW of Ben. Also based off of my fave Dom Fike song that's just as h*rny. Thigh riding being my FIRST one off the dome is lwky crazy lmao. Sometimes, I wish I could write more in my NSFW posts, i feel a bit insecure in my NSFW writing? I believe in quality>quantity in fics always, but I hate how short mine are for NSFW posts...sigh. Maybe I should build up the tension more? Go deeper (no pun intended)? you let me know, that would be incredibly insightful!!

IN 5TH PLACE:

At 93 notes, we have my baby, "Shattered"!!! "Shattered" ended up becoming a mini-passion project for me (clearly). What was meant to be a mid-sized blurb ended up progressing to 10k words - how that happened is beyond me. Everytime I thought I was done and ready to close up and conclude, there'd be another part, another bit that I'd want to add. It even got to a point where I'd be on my bus home from work or college, almost falling asleep when I'd get woken up with more inspo, lol. It was my first time writing angst in a very, very, very long time but looking back now, I really truly enjoyed it and I'm quite proud of it! Maybe more angst reqs in my future? I’m leaning towards YES

IN 4TH PLACE:

At 102 notes, we have the "NSFW Alphabet with Ben" - you people are so horny omg. This was the first EVER NSFW thing written about Ben from me. And honestly? my least fave hahahahaa. I deadass have this blocked out of my memory, like I haven't gone back to read it after I posted it. I feel like I'd read it and cringe, or disagree w it or be like "erm acshully ....that's not canon" it prob needs to be redo - I'd never hate any of my children but I'm just saying if this one went missing, idgaf. If you want a crazy NSFW reading thats prob more accurate than anything, check this reading out. Feral, bye.

IJBOL what in the equality is my top 3 posts- I MEAN, here's the top 3 that you people ate tf up!

IN 3RD PLACE:

At 142 notes, we have the "When it Rains, it Pours" - smut always wins here huh? My 2nd fic post! This is a whole nasty NSFW post w Elliot from Euphoria (aka Dominic Fike) mixed with friends w benefits, rain noises, a homemade fort and w**d! Amazing trio imo. Literally as I'm writing this, I just got another like for that freaky ass blurb. As much as I'm excited to write more Dom/Elliot stuff, ALL OF YOU PEOPLE ARE SOOO HORNY? LIKE EVERY SINGLE INBOX REQ IS SMUT? EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. Idk how many times I can reinvent the wheel, so to speak, but I'll sure as hell try....hehehe

IN 2ND PLACE:

At 143 notes, we have "Game, Set, Match" part 1 - Ben Shelton. AWWWW MY BABY, MY LOVECHILD! This was the first ever STORY and I'm so glad it became a 3 part story too. Triple Platinum, I know that's right!!! I really loved making this, I didn’t plan to add the Instagram element, especially since I’m usually terrible at fake IG fic stuff (finding the right images is so limiting). But for GSM, it just felt right. I think my writing has improved a lot since then, too. I always laugh at my Ben posts because my A.Ns are always like "oh brother a LONG ONE HERE" and then my next post is even longer 😭 Thank u fr for the love on this one, because THAT'S when I really got a whole lottaaa support and love and it rly blew me out of the water, I could cry.

And finally....IN 1ST PLACE:

At 147 notes, it's no surprise that we have the "Waves", a Jude Bellingham blurb.

No surprises here, it was meant to be. I say that because I had this ask sitting in my inbox and decided to do a poll asking what I should post first - after tagging all the tags, I should've known it'd be crazily ratio'd by the Jude community on here, hahahhaha. I think it was something like 80% for Jude and the rest scattered throughout? This was my first ever Jude blurb, and I think it'll be one of many. I have a couple in my inbox but the future is there for me and writing about that silly guy.

Final words:

Was that as interesting for you as it was for me? I've been meaning to talk and reflect to u all inbetween the whole "Advent Calendar" series.

If anything, these stats tell me more about you guys, what you want to see and how I should continue going forward. I always want to write about things that matter the most and stick with you, fics that have you coming back to reread and enjoy.

Having representation in my characters and creating a world where you can sink into time and again is one of the best and only things I can give, so you bet by all means neccessary I don't want to half-ass it.

I might not know where your headspace is at, or what's going on in your life but I hope whatever happens, I can have a little space right here, make you laugh, smile and feel things that take your mind off of reality. At least until you finish reading.

As for the rest of the year, I still have my finals and work this weekend and as the season comes closer, I'd like to spend it with my loved ones while I still can :) The "Advent Calendar" will continue as per scheduled!

I hope to write some more before NYE comes round but we'll see. It's never a burden to write, it's always a destresser, but you bet I'll be enjoying company with family and friends too. That's all I've got for 2024, I can't wait to continue creating silly little imaginary situations in 2025 <3

- lots of love,

azzie.

[str4ngr]

Im so obsessed w kunigami rn plz

Hi! May I request for maybe a drabble? 🥺

If nsfw is allowed: wild card!kunigami being moody and you take care of him anyway while he’s being slightly insecure 😝😝

If pg: reader being sweet to wild card!kunigami even though he’s spouting out whatever bull$h!t 🤣🤣

Thank you!

kunigami's my fav too

TY FOR THE REQUEST ANONN ☺

sorry this took so long omfg exam season be killa

this kinda gonna be like a continuous thing, so like sfw but then nsfw?? idkidk but ill put a line for when it goes nsfw also like idk how well i characterized wildcard

cw: suggestive, gn reader

Kunigami’s heart hurt, how could it not? He was just barely qualified to continue in Blue Lock, through something like a Wildcard! It wasn’t even his own effort that led him there, but being a place behind last. And how could he explain that to you? The one person that makes him smile when your face slithers into his mind during sleepless nights full of stress and self-doubt. Deprivation made him moody, like a child, tantrums of silent treatment at every turn of his day. Even when you were texting him, if you sent a photo of a ceiling instead of your face, if you texted too slowly, or if you were talking with someone else in a group chat. Kunigami fully acknowledged his pettiness, how even though you hung on every word of his texts, he still acted this way. So how could you fix such a moody man? Simple, you thought. At first. Quickly proving itself otherwise, listening to him talk about his insecurities led to practically nothing, as he wasn’t too keen on giving his lover that kind of impression. Of course, you really wouldn’t have cared if it was something he considered embarrassing, because truly, you loved him too much to care. So you sat through every ranting series of texts, having him babble through the phone as you whispered sweet words gently though the call, sweet enough to make his heart skip a beat. Every time he spoke with you, his shoulders got lighter. But he never stopped acting so sad, cause every cheer of encouragement boosted his ego into the sky. So he would grumble into the phone with you, who always listened and always responded with the upmost optimism. He adored how you dealt with him even though he purposefully acted so annoying just because of his stupid addiction to hearing pretty little voice saying pretty little words of encouragement. He couldn't help but get greedy.

｡⋆✮nsfw below✮⋆｡

Greed wasn't supposed to be the trait of a hero, but not everyone was perfect. He missed you, only being able to see your precious figure through the screen of his phone he could barely be on. He missed you, he wanted you, he craved you, but did you feel the same? Kunigami quickly fell victim to his desires. Alone at night, way too late to be up and too earlier to go back to bed, your phone would ring. Not often would he call you, solely because he didn't have much time, leaving you in ecstatic joy as you saw who's name was disrupting your all-nighter. But you were met with a different greeting that the usual pet-name and an exaggerate kiss to make you laugh. Rather all you heard was heavy breaths, constrained and controlled, like a muted groan.

"Ren? Are you there?" You heard the straggle of a groan break through the call, causing your brows to furrow. His breath haggled in his throat, was this a good idea? Would he disgust you?

"Fuck, princess, your voice is too sweet." You words lumped together as your head spun to conclusions. You thighs brought themselves together as you could feel yourself getting aroused. "keep talking, c'mon." you lips parted but all you didn't make a sound. You made the effort of saying his name, pushing through the stuttering,

"Rensuke," He sighed,

"Tell me what you said yesterday," You could practically visualize the position his was in. Phone propped to his ear with his shoulder, hand tightly wrapped around himself as his eyes squeeze shut and his lips tighten into a strong line, trying to hold back his noises.

"C'mon, lem'me hear your pretty little voice."

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ao3 - ScarletEvening

lowkey love this n might fix it up to be a proper fic lmk☺☺

[selfshiplightning]

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟑: 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐥' 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

Anyone's love language as words of affirmation written in ink? What would your letter to them be like? Them to you? How would you or your fave react to receiving one?

with cal -

A/N: under the cut because it's long. also, there's a singular semi-suggestive sentence near the end lmao

cal

left with xolt to try and fish up some dinner - greez went into town for supplies. keep an eye on my ship, will you? and don't forget to practice those katas if you want to live through your next duel.

nea

Nea

Hey. I'm gonna go scout the area with BD - looks like a lot of imperial activity. Don't worry too much about me - I can handle it. I should be back by dinner.

Cal

PS - I know you said not to, but I left all my spare lightsaber parts on the bench. I know it's a long shot, but maybe you could fix yours? We can work on it together when I get back, if you want.

cal

i regret to inform you that i'm pretty sure r3 has been teaching your baby droid binary swear words. not to say i told you so, but - told you so 😝

also, you're gonna have to move your hammock or something if you still plan on sleeping on the stormchaser. taen's a chill guy, but he can only stand being smacked in the face with your arm in the middle of the night so many times. i know you're not the biggest fan of the idea, but i think the plan is you move to the mantis full time - that, or you squeeze into my room somehow. still not sure how that'd work - talk about it when you get back?

nea

Nea

I don't know how to start this. I hope the encryption works right. Not very good with codes like this.

I'm sending you the coordinates for the Mantis. We had to leave Kashyyyk - I fought the Ninth Sister. I need to meditate with you. I need your help.

Come home back soon, Cal

cal

i don't usually write letters like this, but i don't think you really understand the gravity of what you've done for me.

i haven't been to ilum since i was a youngling. i know you don't remember much about your own ceremony, your first kyber crystal - but i do. i remember the hum of my crystal, how it was the first time i ever felt like i heard the call of the force itself. kyber crystals - they resonate in the force, they have their own energy and life to them. it was painful to see what the empire has turned ilum into - but being able to save just three more crystals was worth that pain

i know you're still upset you couldn't heal my original crystal. i know you've been trying, when you think i can't sense you. sorry to tell you this - but your shielding's still shit. you can't fix everything, cal. especially not now. you did more than enough dragging me to ilum. you don't have to rewrite the past.

i guess what i've been trying to say is... thank you. for everything.

love, nea

Nea,

By the time you're reading this, I'll be on the Mantis heading for Zeffo.

I've been thinking about what you said last night. About love, and attachment, and how the Jedi didn't want their Knights to focus on anything other than the Order, their duty. That if we wanted to defeat the Empire, we'd have to do the same - devote ourselves entirely to the cause and nothing else.

Well, I think you're wrong. No - actually, I think you're stupid for it. There, I said it.

I know you're trying to push me away, and if you want me to, I'll stay gone - but I won't lie to you, or to myself, any more. I love you, Nea Andar. I love you. You want to know why I keep losing focus during my katas? It's because I can't stop watching you. It's because I wish I was worse at them so you'd correct my stance like you used to, with your hands on my shoulders whispering encouragement in my ear.

I can't stop thinking about you. I love it when you laugh - when you smile at me, I lose my breath, every time. I want that. I want you to be happy, and safe - that's why I'm fighting. That's how we beat the Empire. I don't care if it distracts me, or or makes me weak - it's what I'm fighting for. Even if it's a future where I'm not by your side, even if you don't, or can't love me - I'll fight anyway.

Love, Cal

cal,

when you go out today, you need to get another blanket. listen, i love you baby boy, but the stormchaser is not a luxury starcruiser and if i keep waking up in the middle of the night with no covers because some idiot stole them all again, i'm going to die of frostbite. and then who will you cuddle with, hm?

love, nea

ps - don't listen to shagra. she's just jealous because she's too bantha shit to ask xolt out. and she's not even jedi repressed - she has no excuse. and you're not even that loud. come on.

anyway - love you 💗

[ruminate88]

Deeper Layers:

I write and write about my exes. More so Andrew because he was my recent ex and I felt I obsessively idealized him the most. Then I go back and read these post over and over and over…. My brain scans my own words and feelings, then tries to make sense of it all. I use an A.I ChatGPT to break down the post and then it gives me an interpretation which I scan with my brain again and it feels endless but I realized last night there is layers to this “healing journey” because of there is such depth to these emotional scars. ❤️‍🩹

I love metaphors and symbolism in life because it helps me, someone who is a “visual learner” to actually be able to see what I need to. When I fell off a ladder last thanksgiving/christmas, the deep wounds in my legs opened the door of compassion within myself for the wounds in my heart/soul. I realized how much of me needs restoration and resetting.

EVERYWHERE I turn or read, it says in hidden messages, “healing takes time”. “Healing is on going”. It’s a “never ending process”.,… but I also get messages of “forgiveness” and “letting go”. I’ve been going around this mountain and around as I’m traveling up. I often feel stuck in cycles but yet, I’m slowly unraveling each layer or untangling each strand of the web of lies. Either way you want to look at it, I’m STILL finding truth in all the fog of the past.

I know without a doubt, yes my ex Andrew deceived me but I loved him. I may have idealized or fantasized our relationship but I cared about him. I showed up for him even while he’s inflicting pain on me and dumping stress on me. I wasnt perfect and I wasn’t asking him to be perfect either. I just wanted him to be real and honest with me. If you have other girls you like, tell me. Don’t make me believe I’m the only one in your life when clearly you’re entertaining multiple. 💔 (this is part of the letting go that I struggle with cuz it still hurts me even now and it shouldn’t)

I’m not depressed anymore, thank God!! I know what depression or oppression feels like. This is just “sad”. Sad because I’m losing a part of me that was toxic and no longer serves my higher good. Andrew can’t serve my best interest. I’ve worried about that man and prayed for him. I’ve feared him but had hope with him even KNOWING he cheated, a small part of me was hopeful that he did love me even if it was a small portion…. Thinking he only used me because he hated my guts, that just makes me feel awful but can’t deny that possibility!! 😓

Also, remembering how I was helping to raise my bro’s kids at the time when I was actively talking to Andrew and I was sorta in this weird “mothering mode” where I just took care of everyone at that time, even Andrew. He would cry to me that college was hard, that his parents were so strict about his grades, that he was afraid to fail and disappoint them…. So, I would “baby” him and feel sorry for him. I would lie to myself that he trusted me and needed me… I lied to myself that he loved me because I was the one he came to with his problems. I believed it was “love” and so I did everything within my heart of hearts to care about him and I would try so hard to encourage him but I couidnt relate to him on any level because I didn’t even go to school. I dropped out after the 7th grade, then didn’t get my GED till I’m 19. I felt stupid talking to Andrew about “home work” and “schooling”. I was fearful he would think I was stupid….

Yet I’m the one showing up for him, encouraging him, trying to understand when he’s been “gone for 3 days” but suddenly comes back with “hey babe I miss you soooo much I’m soooooo busy have sooooo much homework” 😝😝😝😝 and I would FORGIVE HIM, OFFER TO BREAK UP annnnnnd STAY WITH HIM when he promises me he’s going to change and make more time for me…. Even when he’s snap-chatting me from his frat house. Selfies of himself at parties but yet telling me how much homework he has and how stressed out he is.

I gave him the benefit of the doubt, my online girlfriends kept saying to me, “Why are you with that little kid???” And they made me feel bad constantly. I felt my friends were judging me for being so much older than him and clearly he was immature BUT I was constantly crying to my girlfriends how Andrew kept disappearing and how sad I was but then turn around; Andrew would suddenly come back and be sooooooooo romantic. Tell me how beautiful I am, how he misses me sooo much but still cries he’s too busy. My girlfriends were tired of me being up and down constantly. I wouldn’t change. I know that’s why Bri went behind my back becuase I wouldn’t take advice about Andrew. I would get overly defensive and tell my girlfriends, “I just want you to be happy for me” 😒💔

Looking back, I was NEVER happy. I didn’t tell Andrew half of my secrets becuase I was already traumatized from Cody and scared to lose Andrew. I told Andrew I had been ghosted, that I NEVER wanted to experience that again. Andrew KNEW I didn’t wanna be hurt yet he just couldn’t care. He could only be selfish with me. He found it easy to ignore me when he’s busy but when he’s not, suddenly he’s all over me again begging for my nudes and telling me how good I make him feel…

I have an older Facebook I used to stalk him with back then and I would blog on it and wow… the many post of one minute I’m on cloud 9 with Andrew but then the next, I’m anxiously on the edge ready to end my life… there was never any solid ground when talking to him. I was either crazy high or dying inside….. 😭😭😭 Then at some point I stopped blogging and that’s because the relationship got 10x worse. Andrew’s responses to my text or Snapchat’s got shorter and more robotic up until I found proof he cheated and then we broke up.

Not once can I look back and say it was a good, healthy or loving relationship sadly… I can only realize how I misinterpreted Andrew’s behavior towards me and romanticized all the sexting as love. 😔💔 I still don’t hate him or even hate myself…. Just, it’s sad that I believed in love with him when it was just sex. It just makes me feel bad and stupid. I know forgiving myself is just as much a process as forgiving him. Yeah, I’m upset he mislead me but he can’t take it all back. The way he posted the next girl all over his social, that was a slap on my face but doesn’t mean he treated her better than me. Also, the way he tried to FaceTime me after I moved on, like…. What did that mean? Was it truly just to continue to manipulate me or did he miss me? Hah 😝😝😝 (I’m for sure he probably only missed the attention I gave him.) I doubt he EVER cared about me for the real me. Plus there wasn’t too much deep stuff we even talked about) I guess I just wanted Andrew to potentially be the one cuz so much chemistry and vibes between us. His Facebook seemed normal and I actually believed he was a good boy who respected his parents and grand parents 😂😂😂😂😂 (I was just wearing rose colored glasses and was blind to the truth)

[theharrowing]

your dollhouse revisit thoughts are so fun! and funny! and i have been rereading along, as well. thank you for doing this. i started reading shortly after you began writing, and it was my introduction to a lot of things, including mxm fics as a whole. i love their journeys even if they are very messy! in your words: they're our mess. i didn't know that i needed to revisit the story so badly, but apparently i did. watching hoseok's emotional downfall as he falls for you know who.......ugh! 😖😝 it's so wrong but it's so good.

really looking forward to the rest of your reread thoughts! i might return and bother you in asks if you don't mind, because i really love this story a lot!

ANON, HELLO!!! 💛

please feel free to share you thoughts, now and always!!! it is not a bother. i have always felt that the attention Dollhouse has gotten has been criminally low, and i am down to talk about it always! 🥰🥰🥰 and i am so thrilled and honored that you have been revisiting the fic and reading along with me!!! ahhhh, i'm so glad! i was hoping that in doing a revisit that i would encourage others, especially since the start of the fic was so long ago!!!

thank you for coming along on this somewhat long adventure with me, and for allowing me to introduce you to things you had not been reading before. that is always such a huge compliment!!! 💜💜💜 it means so much that you have trusted me to guide you on this messy little journey lolol.

[kittlee-sprite]

~Welcome to my blog!!~✨😝

it’s not much but that’s okie >:3

Howdy there I'm Sprite!! I’m 21 now =w= 👍🏾. I’m a lee-leaning switch. Credit to my dear silly friend making me discover this in the middle of last year. Continue for the good stuff I suppose

❗☝🏾Things you should know about me☝🏾❗️

✗ Sprire is the nickname I gave myself here. If we become friends though I will be more than comfy with telling you my actual name and nicknames. Nicknames give me serotonin🥰

✗ Not currently in a relationship but please do not come in my dms being sexual. And don’t try to flirt either. I don’t know you like that. I will not answer and you‘ll probably be blocked if I feel like it.

✗ I am African American!! I am a firm believer in BLM and will not tolerate racism of blacks or other people of color on my blog. You will be blocked~

✗ I will also not tolerate hate or out of pocketness in the tickle community. It’s been nasty out here!! Please respect others and show basic fucking human decency. We’re more than lees, lers, or switches. Have some fucking class

✗ I am neurodivergent applause /wry. Severe clinical depression, anxiety disorder, and probably AuDHD. So please be patient with me when it comes to things. Also please don't get offended by inconsistent replies or even too consistent ones. I can go from overwhelmed to excited to talk just as fast if I think you’re really cool. Just let me know if that or anything really makes you uncomfy. I want my friends to be ok.

And I have moments where I seem dry and or get nv. Please don’t take it personal. It’s probably not you.

❗Some things you should know about this blog!!❗

✗ Do Not. send me asks about drama that has nothing the fuck to do with me. It’s overwhelming and pisses me off because of what I have going on in my own life as well as my undying care for a lot of my friends. Most here included. This is why my anons are off. You will be blocked otherwise.

✗ Yes this is for the most part, a tickle blog so if you're not into this wonderful interest then you are more than inclined to leave!

✗ This blog is mostly SFW and will probably always be that way. Very rarely will you see an NSFW post but those are always tagged when it happens anyway. Aside from that I post topics that could be triggering sometimes(in a neurodivergent sense) so beware. ⚠️

✗ And on that topic regardless of the fact that this blog is mostly SFW, minors aren’t allowed here. I’ll let a like slide and ofc I can’t stop you but DO NOT follow me. DO NOT comment under my posts. And DO NOT DM me. Got it?

✗ Racists, homophobes and just any lgbtqa+ hate in general, Trump supporters, pro Israel, fat phobics, ableists, terfs, misogynists, straight up dicks. Get the fuck off my blog. Even if you don’t think you’re any of these things(because people usually don’t) you can’t fucking hide <3.

✗ Anyone way older than me, like twice my age, don’t follow or DM please.

✗ Otherwise DMs are always welcome. I'm more than happy to make a new friend!! I’m just hella shy. My social anxiety isn’t fun. It would be very encouraged to get to know me first before actual teases/tickle talk though thanks.

✗ Asks are also welcome! Please send them!! It could be literally about anything(that does not include rudeness and hate as well as the first bullet point under this section) It makes my heart happy when I get them ehe.

✗ Teases are welcome over asks as well ofc

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

And now that that stuffs outta the way here are some facts about me!

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚✐~

⋆☾ ⋆ I’m a self taught artist and I've been drawing for as long as I can remember although I'm always going through the largest art block ever and draw very rarely at the moment. I think getting a drawing tablet would fix me🙂‍↕️

⋆☾ ⋆ I write sometimes but that’s less frequent than it used to be

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( . .) (. . )

( づ🏳️‍🌈⊂ )

⋆☾ ⋆ I’m bi(sexual)(romantic) and also oriental aroace but in a gray way LMAO. I’m also a demigirl enby who’s transneutral basically.

📺₊ ⊹𖦹 ׂ ⋆☆๋࣭ ⭑

⋆☾ ⋆ I watch anime! Some of my favs are Akame ga kill(manga is way better tho), Attack on Titan, My Hero Academia, Demon slayer, Yugioh, Haikyuu, and Black butler

⋆☾ ⋆ Fav shows: Law and Order SVU, Miraculous Ladybug, Steven Universe, Teen Titans, Grimm, ATLA and LOK, The Nanny

a little halt on what I’m watching actively watching now because my mind doesn’t like me and I don’t have the motivation for most things </3

⋆☾ ⋆ Avid Smosh enjoyer (Life’s a party you’re a boy)

⋆☾ ⋆ I love horror movies like a lot lmao. My go to’s are usually paranormal types. The conjuring series has my heart. Psychological horrors are amazing too tho (cough cough Midsommar and Pearl)

⋆☾ ⋆ I love Disney!! Favorite Disney movie is probably the little mermaid just because of nostalgia.

⋆☾ ⋆ Mcu fan despite the fact it kinda fell off now. Fav avengers were always Black Widow, Iron Man, and Spiderman. Yelena and Kate are part of the collection now. Not really caught up yet officially and have not yet determined if I will. Excited for the movies coming soon tho!!

⋆☾ ⋆ Favorite movie is probably Anastasia. 👑

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⋆☾ ⋆ My favorite sport happens to be volleyball ehe 🏐

‧₊˚📚✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡

⋆☾ ⋆ I love to read although because of my mental illnesses it's been really hard to. I've read a lot of Sonic Comics tho! Dabbled in a bit of manhwa and recently I started reading a murder mystery book and I really like it.

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⋆☾ ⋆ I have 2 cats!! I love my brats 🐈 🐈‍⬛

⋆☾ ⋆ I know the most random ass facts about animals and I just love them in general. they seem to like me back too :3

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|။•✩♬

⋆☾ ⋆ I literally listen to literally all kinds of music but my favorite genres are most types of rock tbh, R&B, theater(not much), 2000/2010s pop, the occasional anime osts and oldies. Love me some oldies. Whatchu know about Lionel Richie and Whitney Houston and Luther Vandross?!?! O and Kpop ehe

⋆☾ ⋆ Speaking of kpop, the bands I really love right now are Mamamoo(ult), Stray Kids, BTS, Ateez, and Kard(If you wanna know my bias's send me an ask or dm hehe :3)

⋆☾ ⋆ I went to mamamoo’s concert on tour!!!!!

⋆☾ ⋆ I play the drums! And also just a tad of piano. I sing sometimes. I have the most basic average understanding of music theory. No I can't read sheet music because everytime I teach myself I forger ✩♬₊˚.

🥢༘⋆𓐐☕︎𖦹

⋆☾ ⋆ My favorite food is literally just anything Asian

૮₍ᐢ •˕• ᐢ₎ა

⋆☾ ⋆ I love stuffed animals!! I have a bunch and want more

✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🕹️👾✮

⋆☾ ⋆ I am a gamer!! I have a switch. At the moment I play splatoon 3, Mario Kart 8 deluxe, and animal crossing the most! Fortnite as well when I’m being dragged <3. I also have a ps3, it’s left me for dead now but I played Destiny on it and I can say it's really one of my fav games. I've also played a little Black Ops 3 🙂‍↕️. I have some games on steam that I like to play. I’ve been meaning to mod my 3ds as well. Forever manifesting a PS5 🤲🏾

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⋆☾ ⋆ If it wasn’t obvious, astronomy is a special interest of mine. Please go stargazing with me🥺

Annnd now some tickle related facts about me 👉🏾👈🏾

𓆩 I have never been tickled by anyone in the community to get the real experience yknow? And I’ve never been properly tickled too long either

𓆩 I believe as a lee I'm very very shy hehe

𓆩 Heavy heavyyyyy on the lee leaning LMAO

𓆩 Generally I’m a typically hella shy ler although it gets easier the better I know ya. Although I do get called mean a lot and have a knack for causing tingles so that’s a thought <3

𓆩 I like to think I have a general idea where all my spots are but part of me isn't sure if I have more and just how ticklish all of them truly are

𓆩 I can tickle myself

𓆩 Lee moods get feral with this one

𓆩 If it's tickle related I will blush very very easily so have fun with that lmao

𓆩 Love love love to tease when I’m in the mood. Love making people happy and blushy because it makes me happy and blushy hehe

𓆩 I’ve been told I have a nice smile and laugh. I don’t agree but I’m not saying you couldn’t force me to <333

𓆩 If you ask me what gets me I’ll probably tell you. So don’t be shy to make me shy hehe

𓆩 I happen to have an outie. It seems like not a lot of people in the community have outies or want to tickle people with outies tho and tbh it's one of the main things on my body that I'm insecure about but that's a conversation for another day ahaha

𓆩 As far as I know I think my hands, ears, neck, tummy, and back are melt spots. Or,,,,whatever,,,,,,,,

𓆩 I have never ever gotten a raspberry. I know it's a crime.

If you read all this thank you. Imagine me giving you a squish. I hope you enjoy your stay💙

[btsqualityy]

a smut drabble!where one of the wives of ot7 (your choice!) is a famous youtuber. during the vlog, she has to sponsor a sex toy product professionally before continuing vlogging. the member was smirking throughtout the vlog and got super horny for their wife so they did the deed after the vlog 😌 put some twist in it if u want 😝

I'm gonna do this for the Parks lol

Warnings: smut, use of toys, dirty talk, squirting, creampie

“Ok guys, so it’s the time in the vlog for a sponsored ad,” you smiled as you set up your camera on your vanity table. “First off, I want to thank Lelo for sponsoring this video and for sending me their newest sex toy, the Smart Wand.”

You opened the box, pulling out the toy and holding it up so that it was completely in view of the camera.

“The Smart Wand is an ultimate wand vibrator for yourself or you to enjoy with a partner,” you began. “This is also the second iteration of this particular wand, so this has an updated design with ten different massage patterns with a steadier handle to cope with longer lasting play.”

“Y/N-ah, why are you holding up a sex toy to your camera?” Jimin asked as he walked into the room and you glanced over your shoulder at him. 

“I’m doing an ad, don’t make it weird,” you giggled before turning back to the camera. “I’ve used this toy myself so please believe me when I say that it’s amazing. The silicone is super soft and gentle against your body, it holds a charge for hours, and it’s waterproof which comes in handy especially for me.”

“Damn right it does,” Jimin smirked as he sat down on the bed where he was visible in the background of the video.

“Anyways,” you rolled your eyes. “If you’re interested in purchasing one for yourself, you can use my code “Y/N15″ for 15 percent off your first purchase. Now, back to our regularly scheduled vlog.”

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“Fuck Jimin-ssi,” you moaned loudly, your hands wrapped under your thighs as you held yourself open for Jimin, who was fucking into you deeply while holding the smart wand to your clit. After you had stopped the camera from recording, it didn’t take Jimin long to strip you out of your clothes and push his cock into you, under the pretense of “wanting to know if you were really telling the truth”.

“You love this, don’t you baby?” Jimin murmured in awe. “Your pussy is opening up so nicely for me.”

“It feels so good,” you whimpered. 

“Is this how you were when you tested it out without me?” He wondered. “Laid out, letting this toy make you come?”

“Mmhmm,” you nodded with a small smile. “I missed you though. I thought about you, how nice it would be to have you fucking me too.”

“Oh, well your wish came true didn’t it?” Jimin smirked. “Now, let’s see what this toy can really do.” He turned up the vibrations on the toy, making you keen loudly as you felt your orgasm about to bubble over. 

“Jimin-ssi, w-wait,” you stammered. “T-Turn it down please. I can’t handle it and your cock at the s-same time.”

“You can do it baby,” he encouraged you. “Come on, come for me.” High pitched moans spilled out of your mouth as you began to come, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as streams of wetness poured out of you. 

“Fuck!” 

“Good fucking girl,” Jimin panted, his hips suddenly stilling as he began to come as well. Jimin turned the wand off and set it aside, a smirk coming onto his face when he saw that your eyes were shut tightly and your thighs were shaking.

“Guess this toy is worth it,” he smirked.

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“Welcome back to my channel guys, and a new vlog!” You exclaimed happily as you looked at your camera. “So before we get into it, if you guys watched my last vlog, you may remember the ad that was at the end where I talked about that Smart Wand? Yeah well, Jimin was in the background which I’m sure you guys heard and let’s just say, it’s fucking amazing when used with someone else too.”

[mimisempai]

You just have to let go

Summary

While they are able to have dinner together for once, Mycroft notices that Greg has not touched his plate. Once Greg explains his lack of appetite, Mycroft will do everything he can to help him.

Notes

Mystrade Monday  1.0  #05 - “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”

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On Ao3

Rating G - 445 words

“You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”

They were eating their dinner, both at home for once, but Greg was tense and couldn't eat a bite.

He grabbed his fork and replied, "Nothing, I'm fine."

Mycroft put his hand on top of his and, tilting his head to the side, said softly, "I can see something's bothering you, Greg. Talk to me. Please?"

Greg put down his fork and sighed, "It's about tomorrow."

Mycroft, realizing what he was talking about, replied, "The interview for Chief Inspector?"

Greg nodded, "My nerves make it hard for me to swallow."

"I see." Mycroft said quietly as he stood up under Greg's puzzled gaze. He came up behind Greg and placed his hands gently on his shoulders. Greg was so tense that he twitched in reaction, but Mycroft didn't pull his hands away and said quietly, "Let me help you a little, will you?"

Greg just nodded.

Mycroft's touch was gentle, but Greg couldn't hold back a wince when his thumbs pressed on a particularly knotted muscle and Mycroft said in a low voice, "You're so tense. Let it go Greg, I promise I have you."

Greg leaned into the warm hands and Mycroft continued his massage of the knotted muscle. His hands soon elicited a satisfied groan from Greg as his shoulder muscles loosened. He let his head fall gently forward, the tension that had been in him a few minutes ago finally beginning to ease.

Mycroft encouraged him as gently as ever, "That's it, love, relax. Just concentrate on my hands." He leaned down and planted a light kiss on Greg's hair before continuing.

Greg let himself go, completely trusting his lover's hands, and the delicious mixture of pain and release washed over him.

When he felt that Greg was now completely relaxed, Mycroft stopped the massage and let his hands rest gently on his shoulders.

Greg lifted his head and breathed, "Thank you."

Mycroft pressed a tender kiss to his temple, "Glad I could help.

Greg took one of the hands on his shoulder and brought it to his lips, kissing it before holding it against his cheek. Then he replied quietly, "More than you know.

Mycroft leaned over him and pressed a long, tender kiss to his lips. When he tried to pull away, Greg held him back to continue kissing him, but they were interrupted by his stomach growling. They looked at each other in silence for two seconds before bursting out laughing.

Then, after one last sweet kiss, Mycroft returned to his seat in front of Greg and they resumed their dinner. This time Greg, much more relaxed, could finally enjoy it.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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What methods do you use to learn Japanese? I am trying to learn Japanese, but I don’t know how or where to start off. Thank you! :D

!!!!!! Are you ready bc this is my crash course on how to language on your own! 😝 (or at least a crash course on what works for me!)

I’ll preface this by saying the first step is finding the right motivation. Someone once told me “language is the loneliest pursuit” and it’s true! Even if you take a class, even if you talk to tons of people, you need a reason to want to keep sitting down and committing your own brain for a very long time

That said, LET’S GO!! 😤⤵️

Tbh I started on a lil language-learning app! 🫠 Mango, Duolingo, etc. aren’t bad for the introductory stuff! It’s how I learned the alphabet and simple sentence structure! But it’s obviously not very extensive

Once I got serious, I got on JapanesePod101 and I cannot recommend them enough (there are free account options but I do have a membership plan)

I haven’t tried any other websites to compare, but JPod has customized lesson paths based on your level, supplemental workbooks, and flash card features. They also offer things like live online classes or tutors, and you can get some basic lessons on their YouTube channel

JPod doesn’t really go in-depth on writing and stroke order, so I also use an app called Kanji!

It won’t teach you every character in existence, but my base knowledge of reading and writing comes from this app!

For language exchange, I use HelloTalk. You’ll hear this name from pretty much anyone who’s serious about learning

I’m not often on bc I’m always Terrified™ (like online dating except you have to be marketable in TWO languages) but it’s a super good resource to find native speakers who can help with your target language and vice versa! I encourage speaking to natives as soon as possible—that’s really how I got hooked

The rest is immersion. Or as close as I can get. I always try to listen to radio shows, livestreams, interviews, any type of dialogue even if I can’t understand it. Anyone on my blog knows I enjoy the HQ voice actors and stage actors—following personalities like them has really helped me with cultural knowledge that you don’t get in formal lessons

And that’s pretty much it! Might seem like a lot, but so is learning a whole dang language. I wish you (and anyone else trying to learn) all the luck! 🍀

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Hihi... At this point I think I came here to talk everytime I have a new idea 🙈😝 idk I just love chatting about my silly ideas with you. So how are you? Do you have a lil time to plot a fic that we won't write? 😍

Well this is the plot... what about a christmas/new year fic where this time is Auguste who sets Laurent and Damen up for a date beacuse if there's one good man for his baby brother that has to be his best friend Damianos. Hahaha okay that's all I got for now, actually I just would love a fic where Auguste tries to make them happen.. do you know any?

Kisses kisses have a beautiful week 💖

Hello darling!

I love that you drop by my inbox to chat about ideas 🥰 it's wonderful to read your thoughts tbh and your ideas are not silly at all! if you ever want to write one of them, just know that you would already have me as a reader xD

Overall, I'm fine, thank you for asking. I just got over a 5 day long killer-headache and had to work today after the holiday stress with the knowledge that my final exam before my master thesis looms on the horizon. So I feel a little bit overwhelmed at the moment. The last month wasn't easy but hey, I'm on my way up to better days.

LMAO gosh I love this question. I would have loved to put in more thoughts into my fics or plots I want to explore. However, at the moment I feel as if I'm sitting in a boat with multiple holes and I can't seal them all at the same time 😅 so I have to admit that I didn't have much time for writing or reading or my blog or anything at all the past few weeks. (At this point I'd like to apologize to you for my late reply. I didn't want to make you wait. I just didn't want to write something meaningless in response to your wonderful message and then time ran through my fingers and I never had a quiet moment to sit down and write the answer you deserve. So, I decided I'd just answer you now as well as I could and encourage you to drop by more often as I now hope to have more time!).

Your plot idea is amazing! I mean you know I absolutely love Auguste Lives plots and him and Damen being best friends? Yes, please!!! Additionally, it needs to be said, that I love that this sounds very happy over all, you know? I mean Auguste in support of Lamen is something that's just good for my heart. I want them to be happy and I don't want Laurent to have to decide if he prioritizes Damen over his brother or not. So, I'm in complete and total support of your idea and I think it should totally get written!!!

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Hello my lovely friend!! 💕 @iprobablyshipit91 (<- So this hellsite actually notifies you. 🙄)

I loved adding Dre's tidbits in this loll. The reader needs a push, and I think we all have had the friend who's good at "pushing." 😂

Ooh Jo's lingering look...yeah, more will come of that later. 😏

There will be background Dre and Benny for sure!

The teasing conversation between dean and the reader was adorable. I loved it. I hope we get to hear more about culinary school and the like. I suspect that’s why she lives with her grandpa and parents haven’t been mentioned…?

Haha I'm so glad you loved it! Yep you'll definitely hear more about her background (school, grandparents, actual parents) in "the date part 2" (AKA: Part 4 lol)!

I'm also glad you liked the "ice cube" moment loll. I thought it was a nice earnest move for Dean. (Though I don't think any of us would've been mad if he'd "kissed it better." 😜)

“I like dinner,” cackling at this line. Dre’s words come back to haunt her hahaha. I was rooting for a good night kiss but of course you left us hanging haha.

Pffft it's probably something I would end up saying tbh. 🤣 Dre's words DEF coming back to haunt her lmao. But yep, as you know, I'm a massive tease. 🤣🤣

Her and George were totally adorable chatting away. It was interesting to hear a bit of background… her grandma passing away a few years ago. My brain just keeps trying to work out the situation. It feels like whatever happened with her parents is separate to that.

Aww I'm glad you liked that moment with Dre and George, and him being retrospective about his wife. And yes, you're getting very warm... 🔥

The next scene with dean and Sam was brilliant. You know how much I love cheerleader Sam so seeing him help dean with the wine but encouraging him to just order a beer and be himself was perfect for me. The way Dean has clearly built the reader up in his head already. I hope she brings him down to earth quickly!

Aww Dean needed some help, and I feel like lawyer/ADA!Sam would know a thing or two about wine. 😂 We love cheerleader Sam (who also tells Dean the truth he needs to hear)!! But yes as you saw, both Dean and the reader were nervous about the other for their own reasons, and both of them needed a reality check!

The tidbit about the flowers and it being an early memory of John was really sweet. I love that he remembers that and keeps the tradition alive.

Thank you for shouting out that moment. 🥲 Dean does have a good memory on the show, and I thought this would be a good way to connect to how he sees his parents.

I love that she appreciated baby from the off. That’s a very important introduction for dean, let’s me honest 😂

Oh absolutely! And as you know there'll be more Baby appreciation in Part 4. 😂

I feel for dean, I’m not a big wine drinker at all so the menu may as well be in a foreign language for me too. I loved that she didn’t make a big deal of anything though and saw right through him trying to impress her and just reinforced Sam’s message of being himself.

Ooh I love a glass of wine. 🤪 But it was really fun for me to picture Dean not knowing anything about it. Though yeah I didn't want her to tease him about it too much (what a snob would she be, amirite?).

They both feel the other is too good for them and it was nice to see them show that vulnerability with each other especially the little bit about the firefighter. “It’s not enough…or he’s not enough?” This line broke me as that’s so dean Winchester. I joe she shows him that he’s so totally enough 💕

Yeah it got a bit deep there for a first date, right? But I'm glad you liked that moment of vulnerability. Especially when Dean talks about what it's like to try and "seriously date" when you're considered the "fantasy." (And she will for sure eventually show him that "he's enough.")

Ahh I can’t believe you left us mid date you meanie 😝 I can’t wait to read the next instalment. This was fabulous as always 💕

I knowww I'm so sorry. 🤣🤣 But as luck would have it, we're already halfway through the week! Friday is just a hop, skip and a jump away. 😜

Smoke Eater - Part 3

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader 

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real. 

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.   

AN: Ready for some more ridiculous flirting? lol

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Song Inspo: “Got a Hold on Me” by Christine McVie (of Fleetwood Mac) Word Count: 5,800 Tags/Warnings: Mutual pining, fluff, first encounters and first dates

Part 3: “Got a Hold on Me”

Your gaze drew a path onwards, eventually reaching the other end of the bar.

There you caught sight of red flannel over a black undershirt, familiar broad shoulders, and an even more familiar face. Your eyes widened a fraction as his met yours, gleaming with recognition…and interest.

That slow smile of his was familiar too. It made a lance of heat run down your spine. You gripped the counter, mostly to steady yourself as you let out a breath.

Lieutenant Winchester.

You couldn’t help but smile back as you met the man’s gaze across the bar.

You recognized his bearded friend, Benny, who leaned over and said something to Dean. You couldn’t hear him, of course, but maybe he was asking a question. Because Dean nodded and said something in reply before he picked up his glass of what looked like whiskey. And he smoothly got up out of his seat.

Anticipation and nerves coiled together in your lower belly. You turned to your friend, who was already sipping at her vodka cranberry.

“Dre, help me,” you pleaded.

Andréa discreetly followed the path of your gaze, and her brows raised. A smirk curved her lips.

“Oh, babe. You need to help yourself,” she replied.

“I haven’t done that in a while,” you admitted. Your dating life had been sorely lacking, between the demands of your job and taking care of things at home. “I’m gonna say something demented.”

Andréa huffed in amusement.

“So? That’s half the fun,” she said. A smile curved her lips. “I think I’m going to go play some pool.”

And with that, your friend abandoned you. She slid off her seat and patted your ass on her way over to one of the pool tables. You watched her go with narrowed eyes and pursed lips. 

“There you go, hun,” said Jo. She slid your drink in front of you. It came in a deep round glass on a stem, with a straw on the side.

“Thanks,” you replied.

You opened the straw and took a small sip to steady yourself, as you saw Dean coming out of the corner of your eye.

You even pretended not to notice the handsome man sliding into the seat next to you. His elbows rested on the counter next to yours, and you finally glanced over at him.

“Can I help you, sir?” you asked. A coquettish smile played at your lips, but you even surprised yourself with your smooth delivery. Inside, you had butterflies.

You didn’t notice the way Jo’s gaze lingered on you and Dean, a frown marring her features. Though she soon moved on to another patron.

And Dean’s attention was solely on you. He gave you a handsome smile, full of charm. You gave him expectant brows. 

“Well, we’ll see. I’ve got a question for you,” he said.

You indulged him with a nod. “Okay. What’s your question, Lieutenant?”  

“Why Girl Scout cookies?” he asked, speaking of the baked goods you’d brought by the firehouse yesterday. “I mean, we’ve gotten cakes, muffins, Krispy Kreme donuts. But I gotta say, we’ve never gotten some bakery-style Trefoils.”

Your smile brightened a bit.

“Who doesn’t like ‘em?” you asked. “I mean, you can walk by their table and be all coy and pretend you’re not going to buy anything, but then you walk away with half a dozen boxes of Thin Mints.”

Dean chuckled, and you enjoyed the way it crinkled the corners of his eyes.

“Or is that just me?” you added, and once again sipped at your drink. 

Meanwhile, Andréa felt a hot gaze on her as she set up the cue balls on the pool table. She allowed it with a subtle smile. If it was the same one she’d crossed paths with earlier when she walked in with you, then she didn’t mind.

She was, however, getting impatient.

“Mind if I join you?”

The pleasant drawl of the man’s voice licked up her spine. When she glanced over her shoulder, her smile widened a fraction. Finally.

“For a game?” she asked. She straightened, brushing a smooth wave of dark hair off her shoulder.

And she turned to meet the bearded man standing casually behind her, resting his glass on the edge of the pool table. The gray of his rolled up, buttoned-down shirt brought out the vivid blue of his eyes. But even though he was tall and broad, he didn’t seem intimidating.

“To start with,” he said. His lips quirked at a smile. “But first, I think it’d be a damn shame if I didn’t ask for your name.”

Andréa’s head tipped to one side as she considered him. She picked up the second pool stick and handed it to him.

“Are you going to ask?” she replied. Her fingers curled around her own stick as she leaned a hip against the table. 

It made him smile. Those eyes of his considered her dress, an earthy green that brought out the hazel in her eyes, warm against her tan skin. But he lingered on her face, full lips and long, dark lashes.

“What’s your name, beautiful?” he asked.

“Andréa,” she answered, and gestured to the pyramid of cue balls. “I’ll even let you go first, if I get your name.”

His smile deepened, and he leaned over beside her to line up his shot. He glanced over and found the challenge in her eyes was more than welcome.

“I’m Benny,” he said. He took the shot without looking at his target, breaking the pyramid and scattering cue balls across the table.

Back at the bar, your drink and your conversation were both bringing a pleasant buzz to your brain. You nodded along with the music when “Got a Hold on Me” by Christine McVie replaced Boston.

“You’re liftin’ me up,” she sang through the speakers. “Never let me down…and I smile whenever you’re around.”

Dean glanced at you with a small grin, shaking his head.

You couldn’t help but smile back. “What?”

“Nothin’,” he said. “I just didn’t expect to see someone like you here.”

Your brows furrowed. “Someone like me?”

He caught the look on your face, and his turned apologetic.

“Nah, I just mean…this doesn’t seem like your usual vibe,” he said.

You weren’t quite sure how to take that, but you eventually shrugged.

“To be honest, I don’t go out all that much,” you replied. “I like it here though. Good music, good drinks—”

“And good company, I hope,” Dean added in. You allowed that with a smile.

All the while, Christine kept singing.

“I’ve been down. I’ve been used. Now I know, I know, I know, I just can’t lose…”

“So did you guys like the cookies? Or did the Girl Scout thing put you off,” you teased. Dean’s lips quirked.

“Sweetheart, those delectables were gone by end of shift. I’m talking that afternoon. They were easily some of the best cookies I’ve ever tasted…I’m serious,” he said, when you became a bit bashful, and maybe disbelieving.

“I’m tellin’ you, if you had your own bakery, I’d be lining up every damn day,” he said. He then sent you a playfully suspicious look. “Matter of fact, you didn’t just buy those, did you?”

Your smiled warmed as you considered your half-empty glass. Your fingers traced the rim.

“Well, don’t laugh but…I actually went to culinary school,” you said. Dean’s brows rose high at the confession.

“Why would I laugh about that? That’s awesome!” he said. “Why didn’t you become a chef or something?”

Your gaze drifted downwards. “Well…let’s just say, life got in the way.”

His face dimmed a little at that. But you noticed, and you tried to perk up.

“So yes, sir. I baked all five dozen of those cookies with my own two hands,” you said more cheerfully. You raised waving fingers. “I’ve got the burns to prove it.”

You’d actually made a rookie move, trying to move one of the trays before it had sufficiently cooled down. It was bad enough that you had to apply some aloe last night.

Dean made a show of furrowing his brows, with playful concern.    

“Let me see,” he said. He straightened in his seat, acting more “Lieutenant Winchester” as he took your hands and examined your palms and fingers. You blushed, and you bit your lip against a smile as his larger hands handled yours with care.

He did notice the redness on your fingertips, and part of your right palm. He glanced up at you.

“Do they hurt?” he asked.

You blinked at the genuine note in his question.

“Oh, not really,” you said. But you smiled at the fractional raise of his brows. “Well, maybe they still sting a bit, but it’s nothing. I had worse in school, believe me.”

Dean hummed as he considered your hands. Your face heated up further as you tried to get a read on what he was thinking. Was he about to do the cheesy thing and kiss it better? (Though you probably wouldn’t mind, even if he did.)

Instead, Dean reached into his own glass and grabbed an ice cube. After shaking off some excess water droplets, he moved the ice against the pads of your fingers, then down the fading red mark on your palm.

“That feel better?” he asked.

If possible, your blush intensified as your insides warmed and melted like hot butter. It was a sweet, and seemingly earnest gesture that plucked at your heartstrings.

And that was how Dean Winchester got your number before “Got a Hold on Me” ended.

Andréa was still chatting away at the bar with Benny by the time you decided to call it a night. She understood why you wanted to get home, to check on your grandfather.

You saw a bit of disappointment in Dean’s eyes when you said you needed to go, but he graciously offered to walk you to your car. It was pretty late, after all, and you had more than one reason to agree as he stepped out with you into the night.

You didn’t know if it was the evening chill, or his presence burning beside you that made a small shiver run through you. But once the two of you reached your car, you hesitated and looked up at Dean. You realized that you were reluctant to end this, whatever it was.

He quirked a smile down at you and tucked a wily strand of hair behind your ear.

“It was good to see you,” he said.

“Likewise, Lieutenant,” you replied, with a teasing gleam in your eyes. His were drawn to your face, lowering to your lips.

“Can I see you again?” he asked.

Again, your face warmed. “I think I’d be okay with that.”

His smile grew with his huff of amusement.

“Okay, how about I pick you up tomorrow night?” he offered. “That’s, uh…if you don’t got any plans.”

Your heart was hammering in your chest. Play it cool, for the love of God. Just say yes.

You didn’t usually agree to let a man pick you up on the first date, but something about Dean felt intrinsically trustworthy. Maybe it was the fact that he’d already saved you once this week.

“Sure,” you agreed, sounding more casual than you felt. “What did you have in mind?”

Dean considered that with a thoughtful look.

“Tell you what, let me take you to dinner. Somewhere nice,” he said. His hand raised to thumb at your warm cheek. He couldn’t see your blush, but you were sure he could feel it.

“I like dinner,” you admitted. Though you immediately wanted to slap yourself. Idiot!

Dean just laughed, and your blush turned to one of embarrassment.

“All right. Something we can agree on,” he said in amusement. “I’ll see you tomorrow then. Get home safe, okay, sweetheart?”

You nodded, though you paused, looking up at the indecision on his face. His gaze roamed your face, once again falling to your lips. Nervousness trilled down your spine, though you didn’t know why.

Maybe you were just a coward, but you didn’t wait for him to decide. You just gave him one last smile before you turned from him, unlocking your car with a press of a button on your keys.

“Well, goodnight,” you told him. “See you tomorrow.”

He nodded, stepping back from you. “See you soon.”

Well, it was tomorrow. And you were trying not to freak the hell out.

“That’s it,” Andréa said. “That’s the one.”

You had her on FaceTime, with your phone propped up on your dresser as you raided your closet.

Your hair was pinned up, your makeup done, and now, she’d helped you find the right outfit—a dress in vibrant emerald green that hugged your curves and fell to about mid-thigh. You smoothed out the straps and twisted to see yourself in the mirror.

“Why’re you frowning. This is perfect!” Andréa said.

“I just…” You sighed, once again trying to tug up the neckline. It was a bit lower than you preferred, but if you remembered right, your friend had encouraged this purchase a while back.

“It isn’t too much, is it?” you asked.

“Not for a first date with a smokin’ hot firefighter, mind the pun,” Andréa teased. “You’re a knockout, babe. He won’t be able to pick up his tongue off the floor…but I’m sure you can find a place for him to put it.”

You spluttered laughing, even after you made a scandalized sound. “You’re ridiculous.”

Still, you knew you could always count on Andréa to hype you up. You appreciated that about her; she was confident without being petty or prideful. And while she never begrudged you for your more cautious approach to things, she did try to get you out of your comfortable shell when you needed it. This, apparently, was one of those times.

You chose a pair of black suede heels Dean hadn’t seen before, along with a few spritzes of perfume in strategic locations on your body.

“Okay, Dean’s supposed to get here at 8:00. Until then, regale me with more about your night with Captain Benjamin Lafitte,” you said, drawing out each word of the man’s name with a suggestive flourish.

Andréa gave a dreamy sigh. She smiled as she sat back against her headboard in bed.

“He was just so…” she trailed, like she was sorting through a collection of memories, savoring each one, all while trying to find a way to distill it all into a simple sentence. She had an artist’s mind, and so tended to romanticize. But you enjoyed the way she spun her stories.

“Earthy, and real, while still being charming,” she said. “I’m pretty sure he let me win the pool game. Which ordinarily would annoy the shit out of me, but when he offered to buy me another drink, I couldn’t say no, and…we talked until the bar closed.”

“Wow.” Your eyes widened as you made the finishing touches on your clipped up hair.

“Right? I’ve never had an experience like that with a perfect stranger,” she said. “I think…I think it was like, one of those connections you hear about, see on TV but never think it happens in real life. I’ll tell you, when we walked into the bar, his eyes were the first thing I saw. And they were the last thing I remember from that night, after he kissed me goodnight…well, more like made out against my car, but you get the idea.”

She smiled as her face became lost in thought. Meanwhile, you tried not to be envious that she’d had more courage than you.

“Are you going to see him again soon?” you asked. Andréa seemed to come back down to Earth at the question, meeting your gaze.

“I think so,” she said. “We’re trying to plan something for next week. He’s also a construction contractor.”

You nodded. “Yeah, Dean was telling me that a lot of them have part-time jobs when they’re not on shift.”

“Does he do anything on the side?” she asked.

“If I remember right, he said he fixes cars sometimes, but I’m not sure if he’s a certified mechanic,” you replied.

“Well, maybe he can spruce up your old-ass Toyota Camry. How long have you had that thing?” she asked.  

You scoffed. “Since college. And it was old then, since I got it used…I think I’ve racked up about 200,000 miles on it.”

Andréa grimaced. “Oh God. You really need a new car, before that thing breaks down on you.”

“That’s what I keep tellin’ her,” said Grandpa George. He appeared in the doorway with a mug of tea. He waved at Andréa on your phone screen. “Hey there, sweetheart.”

“Hey, George. What’re your plans this evening? Go-karting or roller blading?” she teased with a grin.

George matched it with a hearty laugh. Andréa was his favorite.

“Well, I think I’ll start at the roller disco and see where my heart takes me,” he replied. Though he had fond stars in his eyes, and you smiled, knowing what memory he was about to recall.

“Ah, my wife and I met at one of those cheesy-ass places in the ‘70s,” he said. “She was a regular there, had the knee-high socks, the shiny skirt, her long hair whipping around like a rope… I remember she skated past me and knocked me clean onto my ass. I watched her skate away, that little skirt swishing. I think I was half in love right there.”

Your heart twinged, both for yourself and for him, as you could see the sting of melancholy in his eyes. Your grandmother had passed away a few years ago, but it was still deeply painful for both of you.

George shook his head, as if clearing the ghosts of memory from his mind. He looked over at you with a fond smile.

“Well, don’t you look beautiful?” he said. And he reached out for your hand, playfully raising it above your head and twirling you around as you smiled. “Reminds me of when your grandma helped you get ready for the senior prom.”

You snorted at that. “You mean when she almost glued my eyes shut, trying to get those fake lashes on?”

You’d rather pluck out your own eyes than have to ever again go through the “de-gluing process,” as she’d called it.

“It’s a shame we don’t have any pictures of you that night,” George considered. A knowing smile crossed his face. “You looked adorable.”

“I looked like I had a wonky eye,” you retorted. “Why do you think I burned all the evidence?”

Andréa tried not to, but she chortled at your expense. You shot her a narrowed look.

“Careful,” she teased. “Don’t strain yourself, Wonky. You’ve got a better night than prom ahead of you.”

“Speaking of, when’s that boy supposed to pick you up?” George asked.

You let out a breath, slightly nervous as you checked the time on your phone.

“In about ten minutes.”

“Okay, for the third time,” Sam said, trying his best to be patient. He sat on Dean’s bed while the man stood in front of the bathroom mirror. He was debating the age-old question: tie, or no tie?

“Red wine goes with red meat. White wine goes with chicken and fish,” Sam reminded him. “If you get red, you want to order a bottle of merlot. It’s full bodied without being dry as hell.”

“Yeah, merlot with meat. Got it,” Dean nodded. “What’s white again?”

“Everything else,” Sam said, once again. “If you order white, I’d say go with a pinot grigio. It’s light, can be dry or can be fruity. It all depends on personal preference, but I really like—”

“Well, I’m probably getting steak, so no to pinot,” Dean said. He finally decided on no tie, just a black suit jacket over the dark blue shirt, with a couple of buttons left open at the top.

Sam sighed and gestured at his brother. “And what if she wants fish? What if she hates red wine?”

Dean frowned. “Right. Okay. Pinot or merlot, got it.”

“Always ask to try it first,” Sam added. “Or here’s a thought. You could just be yourself. Order a beer and let her get whatever she wants.”

His frown deepening, Dean shook his head and left his bathroom. He crossed his bedroom to find his shoes—the nice black ones he only wore for weddings and funerals.

“Nah. This girl’s classy, Sam. Can’t half-ass this,” he said. A bit of unease coiled in his stomach, but he tried his best to ignore it.

He couldn’t remember the last time he got nervous to meet a girl…maybe because he hadn’t gone out on an actual “dinner and conversation” date in a while.

Or at least, he didn’t think he could count his dates as real ones.

“You’ll be fine,” Sam said. He could see plainly what his brother didn’t want to admit, only because they knew each other so well.

Dean glanced over at Sam and flickered at a smile. He grabbed his keys, his wallet, and didn’t think he was missing anything…

“Dean,” Sam said. He nodded over at the bundle on the dresser. Dean reached for it and shot his brother a wink.

“Hold the fort, Sammy.”

His car rumbled to a stop in front of your house just a few minutes late. Dean took a moment to admire the nice-looking beige house with its dark trim, old but still in good condition. And he wondered if you had roommates, or if you lived alone. Maybe you even owned this place. 

He wasn’t sure, as he could only see one car in the driveway (your car, he recognized). He knew he’d need about two or three other roommates to be able to afford this two-story house. 

He straightened his collar and blew out a breath. Get it together, asshole. You’re going on a date, not running into a burning building.

Funny, he’d probably be less nervous with the latter.

You’re not nervous, he reminded himself. You like her, that’s all…yeah.

Rolling his eyes at himself, Dean turned off the car and grabbed his key out of the ignition on his way out. He walked up the red brick path up to the porch and knocked on your door.

His pulse picked up a bit when he heard a pair of heels approaching the door. Soon enough, it opened, and Dean was greeted with a sight. Namely your face, and a smile spreading across it.

Beautiful, he couldn’t help but think, as his gaze dipped to take in the rest of you. He liked the color of your pretty green dress, the soft and classy makeup, the goddamn sexy heels, and the way your hair was pinned up. (Even though it looked so soft, he wanted to see it loose.)

He liked it all, especially that you seemed happy to see him.

“Hey there,” you said, a little breathy, like you’d been hastening down the stairs.

Dean gave you a smile, along with the small bouquet of flowers he’d been hiding behind his back.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said. His smile deepened when you uttered a gasp at the modest bundle of red tulips. “Feel like I should’a gone with something more impressive to match you. You look beautiful.”

You glanced up at him with a sweet smile, but you took the flowers and shook your head.

“No, these are gorgeous. I…can’t remember the last time someone gave me flowers,” you admitted.

It was a bit old-fashioned, but one of Dean’s earliest memories as a kid was seeing his dad come home, late from work as he so often was. But he’d stopped along the way at his mom’s favorite flower shop. He brought her red tulips rather than red roses.

Dean didn’t know why. Maybe that was her favorite flower, or maybe the roses were all out. In his memory though, his mom’s upset faded whenever she saw those flowers.    

“Thank you,” you said warmly, taking Dean out of his thoughts. He flashed you a smile touched with slight embarrassment. He drew a hand through his short hair at the back of his head.

“Well, uh, are you ready?” he asked.

You nodded. “Yep! Just need to grab my purse and put these in some water.”

You welcomed him inside the house while he waited for you to find a vase. Dean took the opportunity to look around from where he stood in the hall. It looked big on the outside, but inside, it looked like a cozy family home. He took in the wood furniture, a paisley couch in the living room, family pictures on the wall and in a China cabinet rather than actual fine China.

It didn’t exactly scream high-powered saleswoman, but maybe you’d inherited it from your family. Or you were going to have it fixed up before you sold it, like some Property Brothers-type action. Or he was reading too much into it entirely, and should just focus on the fact that you’d agreed to go out with him to begin with.

Dean perked up when you returned with your purse on your shoulder and the tulips in a vase, which you set down on the living room coffee table for now. You greeted him again with smile.

“I’ll find a better place for those later, just didn’t want to keep you waiting,” you said.

“You’re good,” he said. He offered you his hand, along with a grin. “I hope you’re hungry though. I know how much you like dinner.”

You giggled, ducking your head in embarrassment. You followed him out the front door.

“If we can forget about that tipsy foot-in-mouth moment, that’d be great,” you said. Dean shook his head.

“Sorry, my mind’s like a steel trap,” he teased, even as he led you down the few steps of your porch in your heels.

“Oh, really?” Your brow raised. “Okay, I’ll remember you said that.”

Dean smirked. “Uh oh. Why do I feel like that one’s gonna bite me in the ass someday?”

“We’ll see,” you replied in amusement. “Future dinners might be on the line here.”

Your eyes widened when you finally saw his car parked behind yours in the driveway. Big and black and sleek and Chevrolet.

“Wow. That’s your car?”

Dean shot you a grin that was somehow proud without being smug.

“You like her?” he asked. He unlocked the car and even opened the passenger side door for you.

Wow again. A rare gentleman. You smiled and obliged him by climbing in.

“I think I do,” you said. Dean got in on his side after closing your door. The doors creaked and the engine rumbled when he turned the ignition. He looked over at you in a way that made your insides both flutter and melt. Anticipation and warmth.

“Think she likes you too,” he said.

Shit, what did Sam say? Dean stared down the wine menu, which may as well have been a Chinese grocery list, for all he knew.

Red was what? What the hell is a Malbec? Sounds like a kind of fish. That can’t be red wine.

He discreetly raised his gaze above the menu. You were sitting there, pretty much perfect while you looked over the appetizer menu. This was an Italian restaurant. A nice one, and a cut above Dean’s usual dining spots. Neither of you had eaten here before, but you looked vastly more comfortable than he felt. 

“What sounds better to you, clams or bruschetta?” you asked. Your eyes flicked up to his thoughtfully. “You don’t strike me as a clammy kinda guy.”

A smile tugged at his lips. There was a “clam” joke in there somewhere, but he wasn’t sure you’d appreciate it.

“Bruschetta is the toast with little tomatoes, right?” he asked.

“Yep,” you nodded, but then your head tilted as you looked down at the menu again. “Or we could do meatballs. Comes with two—a ball each.”

You bit your lip over a smile, tinged with embarrassment, like you didn't realize what you were saying until you said it.

Dean smirked. Maybe your sense of humor was more in line with his than he expected.

“Well, I don’t typically go for balls, meaty or otherwise. But whatever you want, sweetheart,” he teased. Truth be told, he loved Italian meatballs, but right now, he liked your snort of amusement even more.   

By the time the server, Liam, came to the table, you seemed to know what you wanted, while Dean was still looking over the wine list like it was Calculus homework. 

“Would you like something to drink?” Liam asked.

Dean paused, unsure of how to respond. He glanced at you on reflex. You were waiting for him to say something, he knew. He just wasn’t sure what he could say that didn’t make him look like an idiot.

“I’ll have a glass of this Cabernet Sauvignon,” you replied to the server, and pointed out the name of the wine on the list. He nodded and wrote that down, then turned to Dean next.

“And for you, sir?” Liam asked.

Again, Dean had a conundrum.

He decided to play it safe. “I’ll have the same.”

You eyed him a moment, before you turned back to Liam.

“Can we try it first? See if we like it,” you said.

“Certainly,” he nodded. “Do you want to start with an appetizer?”

“Yes. The meatballs, please,” you replied, glancing at Dean with secret amusement. His lips hinted at a smirk.

When the server left to put in the order, you rested your elbows on the table and folded your hands under your chin.

“Something tells me you’re not big on wine,” you said.

Dean’s smile became more self-deprecating as he tapped a finger on the table.

“That obvious, huh? …Well, can’t say I didn’t try.”

“Dean Winchester.” Your head tilted as you considered him. “Are you trying to impress me?”

“Trying, maybe. Doubt I’m succeeding,” he admitted with a short laugh.

You let out a small sigh, but you didn’t look disappointed.

“I just want to get to know you,” you said. “You don’t have to woo me or anything.”

His brow rose in a subtle challenge. “What if you deserve a bit of wooing?”

You glanced down then, with a pretty blush beginning to dust your cheeks. He could still spot it in the dim lamplight, and it made him smile.

“I get what you’re saying,” he inclined his head. “I just have a feeling the guys you go out with know how to order a bottle of wine, at least.”

You met his gaze at that. Your brows drew together, and it wasn’t until that that you realized what Dean seemed to be thinking. Like you were somehow better than him, or out of his league. While that was incredibly flattering (and downright surprising), it just wasn’t true, you felt.

You’d been nervous as hell up until this point, convinced that this man’s interest was half because he’d saved you. Because really, between the cut of that jaw, that smile, and those eyes, he could have anyone. And yet, he’d noticed you.

So now, you gained enough courage to reach across the table and rest your hand over his. It earned his attention.

“Look, Dean,” you said. “You don’t know anything about the kind of guys I go out with, so why don’t you just try to get to know me, instead of being whatever you think I want?”

There was a challenge in your eyes, but your smile softened it, along with your hand in his. Dean curled his fingers around your hand, and he nodded.

“That’s fair,” he said. His thumb drew across the back of your hand as he considered what you’d said. He realized he wasn’t being fair…

“See, women tend to like the firefighter thing, until they don’t,” he said. 

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Well, after a little while, it’s like the shine wears off,” Dean admitted. “Between the long, sometimes inconsistent hours, the weight of the job… It’s either too much, or not enough, you know?”

As much as that disheartened you to hear, you kind of understood what he was saying. First responders led challenging lives, and you could imagine how hard it would be to maintain relationships—from family and friends to lovers. And when he met your eyes, you had a feeling you knew what he was really saying underneath.

It’s not enough…or he’s not enough?

You frowned and squeezed his hand.

“That must make it hard to find a real connection with someone,” you said.

Dean read the look in your eyes: sympathetic, but not pitying. He appreciated that, and you right now. But he was also getting a bit embarrassed. Good job, Mr. Overshare.

He let go of your hand just to lean back in his seat and card his fingers through his hair. He blew out a breath.

“Sorry. Don’t know why I’m saying all this crap,” he said with a chuckle.

You smiled and crossed your arms on the table. “It’s not crap.”

He gave you a wry smile.

This Dean is not what I expected, you thought. He was all panty-dropping smiles and one-liners, until he wasn’t. Behold, the softie underneath.

Liam soon returned with two glasses with a sample of the wine you’d requested. Dean took his glass, but waited a moment to watch you bring yours up to your face. You inhaled first before you took an experimental sip. You smiled and hummed at the taste. It led Dean to sip his as well.

He immediately made a face at the bitter, strong taste that razed across his tastebuds. He was used to the burn of alcohol, but this was just gross.

That’s when he caught that look on your face—a small smile as you gauged his reaction.

“Refreshing,” Dean quipped. And dry as hell.

“You want a beer instead?” you asked.

“Definitely,” Dean nodded, looking up at Liam. “Heineken, if you please.”

“That I can do.” The other man quirked a smile. “And for you, miss?”

You tapped on the rim of your wine glass. “A glass of this please. Thank you.”

“Absolutely,” Liam replied. “I’ll bring those shortly.”

Dean watched you with a smile. You caught him at it and smiled back questioningly.

“What?” you asked.

He shook his head. “Nothin’.”

He liked the way you carried yourself. Smart and classy, without being a snob. Confident and sexy at times, while shy and freakin’ adorable at others…

Damn, Dean thought. He liked you. He did.

And he didn’t want to admit it, but that kind of scared him.

AN: Hohoo, so believe it or not, this is just part 1 of the first date! The rest is to come in the next chapter. But how did you like this so far?

Next Time:

You watched him curiously as he shrugged out of his jacket. He wrapped it around your shoulders, like this was some kind of Hallmark moment.

Heh. Can’t believe Meg had it right, he thought, as he caught your blush.

“Thanks,” you said softly.

“Can’t let you catch cold in this little dress,” Dean reasoned.

He gently tugged you in closer by the ends of his jacket. Once again, his gaze was drawn to your face, your eyes, and finally your lips. You still held both ice cream cones between you two, but he could be careful enough to sample something else.

He started to lean in…

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