#thank you so much have a wonderful weekend!

[emchante]

Divorced dad!Daniel + “Sighing softly at the shell of your ear so you can hear how much you affect them” -> imagine you’re the first person he’s with after a long time and he’s so vocal when you palm him through his boxers 🙏🏼

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sweet temptations | d. ricciardo

summary: daniel had been relieved from dad duties for the weekend, so he invited you over for dinner. not long after, you’re on top of him and helping him get off— something he hasn’t experienced in a while.

prompt: “sighing softly at the shell of your ear so you can hear how much you affect them” + divorced dad!daniel

warnings: 18+ content, post-divorce daniel, handjob through clothing, dirty talk.

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a/n hello lovelies! divorced dad!daniel series finally has it’s first official blurb and i’m so happy with it. thank you to my wonderful anon for requesting, i loved writing this. please let me guys know what you think, i would love to hear your thoughts and would be honoured if anyone wanted to drop into my inbox so we can explore this series together <3

the night was cool, the streetlights of the neighborhood glowing dimly through the thin curtains of daniel’s living room. you could count how many times you had been round at his place on a single hand, as he often came to your house, whether that be with or without his kids.

this weekend he was free from dad duties, and he had invited you to his house for dinner. this.. thing you both had going on was still new. it was more than a casual fling, but nothing had been set in stone or defined as of yet.

that didn’t matter currently, not when you found yourselves entangled on his sofa, the fingers of your right hand tracing lines up his exposed chest.

daniel’s breathing was heavy, his rose-inked hand was firm on your waist, pulling you closer. your left hand trailed down his body, brushing over the hardness straining against his trousers. a shudder ripples through daniel’s body, a low groan erupting from him.

“god,” he breathes as his head falls back, sunken eyes dark and hooded as he gazes up at you, full of need. “you have no idea what you do to me.”

you smirk at his words, giving him another gentle squeeze. his response is immediate— a long-drawn moan, his hips shifting toward your touch, craving more. “i think i have a small idea,” you tease, winking as your thumb circles over his hardening cock.

you relish in the whimper that escapes him at the small movement, enjoying the jerking of his hips at any touch. your eyes trailed over him, taking in the sight in front of you. the older, handsome and —quite frankly— powerful man that everyone seemed to fawn over, was currently beneath you on his worn down sofa, cock straining as he moans for your touch.

you lean on your right hand, using it to ground yourself as you move closer to daniel’s face. you place a line of soft kisses from his chin, up his jaw and one final kiss on top of the freckle that resides under his ear, before moving your lips up.

“but still, tell me,” you whisper, biting on the bottom of his earlobe and gaining a soft gasp from him before continuing. “tell me what i do to you, daniel.”

a deep flush creeps over daniel’s cheeks, but he doesn’t shy away. instead, his right hand moves to your face, nudging it until you’re both eye-to-eye. his dark eyes were clouded with desire and need, staring deeply into you.

“every time you touch me, it’s like— i don’t know,” he stammers, voice quiet as he tries to gather his thoughts. “it’s been so long since someone made me feel like this. it’s like im re-experiencing everything all over again, like this is all new to me,” he explains, licking his lips as he stares at you, waiting.

you lean down and press your lips into his, capturing him in a slow kiss as you let your fingers work him slowly; palming him through the fabric of his trousers. his reaction was instant, another low, guttural moan erupting against your lips; and it sent heat pooling in your belly.

“god, you’re so sensitive,” you murmur against his lips, pulling back and pointing your head down to watch. you press your hand a little harder, and are rewarded with a twitch beneath your palm.

daniel nods quickly, head tilting to the side so his lips are against your ear. you bite your lip while he pants into your ear, swallowing thickly before sighing softly. “yeah, you— you have no idea,” he stammers, hips bucking up into your hand again desperately. “please.. don’t stop.”

your fingers found the button of his jeans, and another shaky breath escaped him. you tilt your head back up to look at him, and his eyes meet yours with a look was half-desperation, half-anticipation.

“is this okay?” you whisper, wanting to double-check he really was okay with this. despite his eagerness, you wanted to make sure.

any doubts you had were shut down in an instant as his hand grabbed your face, pulling you closer to capture your lips in a fervent kiss. “more than okay.”

your hand makes its way into daniel’s jeans, cupping his straining cock through his boxers. you give him another squeeze, enjoying the warmth in your hand now you were closer to his cock than before. the sound that escapes daniel can only be described as pure, unfiltered relief. “oh— oh my god,” he chokes out, his voice straining as he stretches his head back against the couch.

you could feel him pulsing beneath your hand, the heat building as you continued. you were drawing needy sounds from him that made your own heart race, desperate to hear more. the sight before you was one you wanted to memorize, so you kept your eyes trained on his body the entire time.

as you kept stroking him through the thin fabric of his boxers, you bit your lip as you listened to the string of soft moans fall from his lips. his head was writhing from side to side, hips shaking and jerking almost uncontrollably as the pleasure started to truly overtake him.

he tried to get into somewhat of a rhythm, focusing on trying to grind his aching cock against the palm of your hand. another deep groan escaped him as his body started to tighten, and you knew he was nearing the edge.

you move your face closer to daniel’s again as your lips ghost his own, his eyes opening as he tries to keep them trained on you. you can tell that daniel wants you to lean in that inch closer, connect your lips and kiss him hungrily again.

but you don’t.

you keep your lips brushing his own as you continue to stroke him, eyes boring into his own. daniel gets bored of your little game fast, and leans forward to capture you in another kiss. he kisses you like his life depends on it, tongue grazing your bottom lip slowly before slipping it into your mouth. his hips continue to buck into your hand, thrusts becoming more hurried.

“come on, daniel,” you murmur against his lips, pulling back. you lick your lips before taking you bottom lip between your teeth, squeezing his aching cock and sighing. you move to his ear again, kissing just behind it before whispering to him. “let go for me.”

daniel’s body shuddered, his breath hitching as his whole body went rigid, and with a final strangled moan, he did as you said. you could feel the heat and dampness through the fabric as daniel finished, his head falling back against the couch while squeezing his eyes shut, riding out the waves of pleasure as small whimpers and groans escaped him.

you continued to cup him through his boxers, your thumb slowly rubbing against his softening dick through his boxers. when his breathing was starting to even out, his eyes opened slowly and he lifted his head to look at you. you slide your hand out from his unbothered jeans. you wink at him, licking the slight wetness off your thumb which causes a low groan to come from daniel.

daniel uses his hands to push himself up, back resting against the armchair before moving one of his hands onto your waist, and pulling you into him. you rest your forehead against his own, and daniel takes it upon himself to place a soft kiss onto your lips.

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[socksracoon10]

p2 where the argument turns into a makeout sesh yes or yes?

𝐇𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐮𝐧 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐)

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: (𝘠/𝘕) (𝘓/𝘕) 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘫𝘰𝘣 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯… 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴? Pairing: Carlos Sainz Jr. x F!Reader, Charles Leclerc x F!Reader, Max Verstappen x F!Reader A/N: I AM SO HAPPY SOMEONE ASKED FOR A PART 2 BECAUSE THAT'S ALL I COULD THINK ABOUT SINCE I POSTED THE FIC YESTERDAY... anon thank you I was over here giggling and kicking my feet reading your ask... uh halfway through writing this I realized I got carried away it's MUCH longer than I intended LMFAO Read The First Part: Hit and Run

𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙤𝙨 𝙎𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙯 𝙅𝙧.

"Hey man, next time you race try not to kill the other drivers," (Y/N) (L/N) sunk down into the P3 chair next to Sainz, who had just won the race. He glanced over at her with a scowl, clearly wanting to say some nasty things if it wasn't for the million cameras in the cooldown room. She shifted in her seat, stretching her arms as she watched the race's highlights on the screen besides her. Carlos and her both had a spectacular race, considering they had started from the bottom of the grid more or less. She knew she had the skills to get to the podium, but she was surprised at the fact that Carlos had managed to somehow win the race from nowhere. It didn't seem like his normal self and she wondered what could've motivated him to actually drive good for once.

"Next time you race, try not to be cocky and drag other drivers down," Carlos grumbled, his voice was muffled due to the rag that was currently soaking up all of the sweat on his face. She glared at him, holding an accusatory finger to the air before Max had settled down in the P2 chair. He shook Carlos's hand, before waving at (L/N). The room was silent, spare Max rambling on about what he saw during the race. As Max continued to talk, (L/N)'s eyes flickered occasionally onto Carlos, wondering what was going through his mind. She was definitely in the wrong, but her ego wouldn't handle that and she needed to tear him a new one once they were done with all the celebrations. She always hated this circuit anyway.

"She's not supposed to be here, mate," Charles giggled, jerking his thumb towards the woman that was angrily storming into Ferrari's garage. Carlos looked up from where he sat with a groan escaping his lips.

"She isn't," Carlos stood up, taking the cap off his head to run a hand through his hair, "I suppose you've come to apologize for your behavior this weekend? Or last weekend? Or the many weekends before that?" "Apologize?" (L/N) snorted, rolling her eyes, "I've come to ask about what you said at the press pen!"

Charles, sensing the tension between the two, gently ushered the two into Carlos's driver's room before shutting the door. The last thing Ferrari needed after this lovely weekend was to deal with the drivers having to go through PR training once again, especially with the amount of times Carlos had been talking shit about (Y/N) (L/N). Carlos had stood by the door, arms crossed as he gestured with his hands for her to begin whatever stupid argument she had managed to pull out of her ass this time.

"You remember what you said?" She growled, and when she saw him shake his head, her nostrils flared, "You literally told the press, 'sometimes, I like to put people in the places they belong and that's precisely what I did with (L/N)', are you kidding me?"

"You should be happy," Carlos scoffed, "I could've said way worse. Besides, I was giving you a taste of your own medicine. You said after qualifying yesterday that even with a million practices, I'd still fumble."

"Yeah, because you do! You're inconsistent as hell and that's why-"

"And yet who won the race today starting behind you." Carlos interrupted her. She closed her mouth, chest heaving. Carlos could see the gears turn in her head, she was trying so hard to come up with something. He had a smug smile on his face and somehow this was more victorious than winning the Grand Prix.

"It doesn't matter if you win today or not, you won't be driving for Ferrari soon, anyway," She spat. She smirked at the way his face fell, her arms crossed with her head tilted upwards. That cocky look on her face that always drove him wild.

"You're such an asshole," Carlos seethed, and before she could respond with a snarky remark, his lips crashed onto her. His hands came to hold onto the sides of her face, pulling her as close to him as he could. He pulled away for a brief second to take a quick breath and noticed the way her eyes widened, "Did you just kiss me? Listen here buddy, I'll have you know that-" Her words died down when she noticed Carlos's eyes flicker to her lips. God, her absolute hatred for him made her forget how charming he truly was. She wouldn't admit to it, though. Not now nor ever. Right now, all they needed was to blow off this steam. She grabbed onto his neck, pulling him down to another searing kiss, eyes closed as their teeth crashed into one another. She tugged his hair and he squeezed her waist, both of them realizing that feelings may not exist at the moment, it was all about just shutting each other up.

"I hate you," She murmured before going in for another kiss.

"I hate you more," His lips attached to her neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses that were sure to bruise her.

"Well, I hate you the most, stop trying to be better than me." She snapped in a strained voice and he groaned out loud, pulling back to stare at her,

"How much money do I have to pay for you to shut up?"

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙇𝙚𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙘

Charles didn't win the next race, unfortunately. He was a bit happy that he didn't DNF, but the fact that the winner of the race was none other than his sworn enemy did little to comfort him. He glanced over to Max who was at P2, and looked around to the room to make sure that rat wasn't lurking nearby.

"W-What was the gap between you and her?" Charles asked. He knew asking would literally do him 0 help, but he couldn't stop himself from wanting to know.

"I want to say around a good 20 seconds or so? Maybe a bit more, I wasn't too sure," Max responded, watching Charles sink deeper in his seat with a look of despair. He gulped, staring aimlessly onto the wall in front of him. How was she that fast? What had she done with the car overnight?

"I'm sorry for (Y/N) for the next few races," He heard her, loud and clear, as she entered the cooldown room, mocking him for what he said last weekend. Charles instantly glared at her, not even bothering to hide his true intentions. No amount of PR training could hide his disgust for her. She settled into her seat, relishing in the feeling of being the race winner.

"You do anything with your car?" Charles grunted, and she shook her head,

"No, no. I just have more skill," She flashed him a smile, before getting up once again to grab a bottle of water. Max, for once in his life, decided to be quiet in the room and see the argument follow through. He'd heard Charles tell him multiple times about how (L/N) got on his nerves, but seeing it in person would be amazing.

"I doubt that. You used to place below me during the races," Charles took a sip of his water.

"What are you insinuating then?" She snarled, and Max glanced over to the camera crew, signaling for them to leave. While this would do numbers for the ratings and news headlines, they were promised some share of money if they got their asses out.

"Um guys, I don't think we should be fighting, we have to cooldown anyway..." Max began, but his words fell onto deaf ears as Charles stood up from his seat to stalk over to where she stood.

"Maybe you'd be more likeable if you were honest with yourself, sometimes cheaters-" Charles began, standing his ground when she yelled back,

"So you think I cheated in this race? Seriously? That's your argument?"

"Well, we do know that last weekend there was water in your tires," Charles snapped,

"That wasn't my fault? Stop being such a sore loser, Leclerc. Maybe this is why you haven't won a championship yet."

Max's jaw dropped as he watched the words fly out of her mouth. Charles, in the meantime, tossed his water bottle to the ground and stepped closer to her with his finger in her face,

"At least I raced clean without losing grip when I tried to overtake someone. You just got lucky today, that's it."

"Luck, really? Yeah, tell me about your luck when you're fighting more with your teammate than with the other drivers on the grid during the race." She hissed.

Was it the air? Was it the fact that the adrenaline was still high after the race, or was it the fact that despite not being able to stand each other they were only centimeters apart. It didn't take long before Charles's hand dug into her scalp, pulling her head back ever so slightly as he kissed her. Seeing this as another challenge, (L/N) brought Charles down to the ground, both of them fighting to be on top while still furiously kissing each other. His hands gripped her waist and she had her arms around his neck, dragging him towards her as they rolled off of each other on the ground, tongues practically in each other's mouths with the intention of wanting to ruin each other. She scratched him, he yanked her hair, she punched his chest and he twisted her arm and yet their lips never stopped wanting to consume the other. It wasn't until (L/N) pulled away to breathe again did they both realize that Max was still there with a very shocked expression.

"I'm... I'm just going to leave and make sure uh no one else enters this room but uh guys you might want to... put yourself together before we get on the podium," Max had one hand covering his eyes as he walked out of the room.

"Do you think he's gonna tell people we just made out?" She asked, propping herself onto her elbows.

"I doubt it," Charles responded with a roll of his eyes, "I mean, who would go and loudly state that Charles Leclerc was kissing you of all people? I wouldn't wish that upon my worst enemy."

He winced when her hand smacked the back of his head.

𝙈𝙖𝙭 𝙑𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣

Max never forgot. He never forgot anything. He had made a promise to himself that he would wipe that smirk off her face and he intended to keep it. Even with all the setbacks that he was facing this particular weekend. Back to back penalties, a grip drop and on top of all this, a very haughty (Y/N) (L/N) purposely bumping into him on the paddock with a bright smile,

"Have fun! I've always wondered how the view from the back would look like for you," She chirped, speeding past him on a scooter. Max's jaw went taut, and he did little to hide his anger for the rest of the day. He was going to make sure that the race tomorrow would haunt her for the rest of her life. She had chosen the wrong person to mess with and he was determined to prove it to her.

Max was on a different level during the race, he was unbelievably fast and it surprised everyone but mainly (Y/N) (L/N).

Her radio went off, and someone buzzed through, "Max is currently at P6, he's coming up behind you."

"What the hell?" Her voice was a bit quiet, still in disbelief at the fact that Max was now right behind her, "How does he do this?"

And before she can react further, she sees him overtake her as he flashed his middle finger at her before speeding off. That got her going, and despite the radio telling her to calm down and control her motions, she began to chase after Max. Her ego was bruised but surely she could redeem herself. Unfortunately, she lost grip and her car went spiraling out of control towards the barriers.

"A safety car will be deployed soon, Max," GP informed the driver.

"Who crashed?"

"(Y/N) (L/N)."

Max couldn't help the giggle that escaped his lips, and to quote Alonso he merely stated, "Karma..." before turning his radio off for the rest of the race.

By the time all the celebrations were done, Max walked past (L/N)'s garage and he noticed the way she was pouting, legs crossed as she was busy texting somebody. Her fingers flew across the screen, and it almost looked like she was about to cry. Max did feel a bit bad for her, he knew she had worked to get to where she was - she was after all the only female driver on the grid so she was talented. He walked over to her in the best hopes that he could try to make her feel better, I mean he wasn't a monster.

"Oh, look who's here, the ugly ass sloth who can't mind his own business," She sneered, crossing her arms as she looked up at him. Yeah, that was it. Max didn't want to comfort her anymore, he was going to stoop down to her level.

"You know, maybe if you learned to shut your mouth and admit your mistakes, you could've actually done well in the race today." He scoffed, towering over her. She stood up, going back to texting her friend with a scowl on her face.

"Texting your mechanics to help salvage what's left of the car?" Max snorted.

"No, I'm texting my friend about how some douchebag keeps talking to me like I even asked for him. Like why the hell are you even here? Go back to your own garage, asshole." She snapped, pocketing her phone. Max threw his backpack onto the ground besides her and took a step forward,

"You know I was going to be nice to you-"

"You said Karma over the radio, I heard that shit clearly," She hissed, stepping closer as well.

"I said it in the moment, but right now I was going to be nice. I was going to comfort you. You are talented, you're not a shit driver like I said you were, but God... your ego. Your stubbornness. Your... your absolute pathetic move to shift the blame onto someone else for your wrong doings. Get over yourself, you don't know shit about your own car and yet you always blame me for something during the race!"

"My car is completely fine before you wrecked it!"

"Oh, so that DNF last weekend was my fault? You rammed into me! Let's not forget that!" Max yelled, glancing over to the new shiny car that would be in use next weekend.

"Oi, eyes on me," She snapped her fingers in his face, grabbing his jaw to turn it to her, "Don't stare at my winning car."

Max yanked her hand from his jaw, glaring at her. Oh, he hated her. He hated her so much. Even when he wanted to be nice to her, she always found a way to ruin it. How was it possible for a woman as beautiful and genuinely talented as her to somehow always end up as the most annoying, stuck-up little piece of shit that he had ever seen? Within seconds, he had her against her "amazing" car with his lips onto her. She gasped in surprise, eyes darting to the corner of the garage to make sure all the mechanics had left, but considering the way Max was making her melt in his kiss, her worries soon faded away. Max had one hand pressing her down against the car, her back hit the edge of the halo and she groaned in pain, causing her to arch into him as he deepened the kiss. Her hands came to grip onto his shoulders as she bit down on his bottom lip, and she could feel him smiling against her.

"I wish you were like this every weekend," He whispered, delving into another kiss. She wrapped her hand in his hair, tugging him gently away from her,

"I hope you realize this is a one time occurrence. I have standards," She smirked.

"They must be pretty low then like your racing skills," Max snapped, kissing her once more as he felt her smirk fade against his lips. He really did mean it when he said he was going to wipe it off her face, he just never imagined it to be in this way.

"Shut up," She mumbled, "Just shut up."

[lolxdswag123]

Just friends?

Percy Jackson x reader

Warnings: making out, I think that’s it tbh

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My brain was fried. I had been working on homework and studying for hours all week. I had just about isolated myself in the library, and even managed to get on a first-name basis with the librarian.

I regretted my decision to take so many credits this semester, but I just got so excited when I got into New Rome University that I went a little overboard. The only person who was taking more classes than me was Annabeth- of course. She had spent some time with me in the library this week, but other than that I hadn't gotten any social interaction outside of my classes. I knew my best friend Percy was probably wondering where I was.

I submitted a paper that I didn't even have the energy to proofread. I just was hoping for the best at that point. Just as I clicked submit, I got a text notification on my computer. It was such a relief to be able to use normal technology at school. It was so hard in the mortal world to constantly explain why I couldn't have phone.

The text was from Percy.

Where have you been? Haven't seen you all week

I smiled, immediately pulling out my phone to text him back.

Library. So much work :(

I glanced over at the window, seeing that the sun had begun setting. I sighed, pulling out some of my notes to begin studying. I only got a few minutes in before my brain couldn’t take in any more, and I checked my phone once again. Percy had responded.

Got any free time tonight?

I rolled my eyes. ‘Only for you’ I thought, although I decided not to text it.

What do you have in mind?

After I sent that text, I tried my best to give my attention to my notes. Again, I failed. I wasn’t sure my brain could take in another ounce of information without giving up on me.

I slowly packed up my belongings, deciding it would be best for me to just go back to my dorm. When I exited the library, it was dark. I quickly walked back to my room. As soon as I got there, I dropped my backpack, changing into comfortable clothes. My phone buzzed again.

Want to come over?

I yawned, considering it, then deciding I didn’t have the energy to leave my dorm tonight.

Can you come here?

I hadn’t even finished putting my hair up when he responded.

On my way

I smiled, unlocking the door and turning on my tv before getting comfortable on my bed.

I was relieved to be seeing him again after my extremely long week. When we were growing up, we had gotten used to only seeing each other in the summer. At college however, we saw each other at least four times a week. Even when it’s doing small things— walking to class, going to the dining hall— we had really gotten used to eachother’s presence this year. It felt weird to go a week without seeing him.

I also was slightly relieved that it would just be the two of us tonight. I loved Annabeth so much, but I honestly didn’t have the social battery to interact with more than one person after my mental exhaustion. Plus, Annabeth would be doing homework all weekend anyways.

A few minutes after I’d gotten comfortable, I heard a knock on the door. “Come in!” I called.

A moment later, my best friend came walking through the door with a plastic bag and a cup carrier in his hand. I smiled, standing to close and lock the door behind him.

“Hey,” he said, setting the drinks on my desk.

“What’s this?” I asked, gesturing to the bag.

He shrugged, holding it up slightly, “I just assumed you’d be too busy to think about eating, so I picked up some take out for us.”

I beamed up at him, gratefully taking the bag and thanking him.

After being best friends with someone for almost ten years, you really get to learn how they work. Percy always was one that hit the nail on the head when it came to my habits. He was right, I probably would have forgotten about dinner if he hadn’t brought it.

He kicked his shoes off, jumping onto my bed and pointing to the drinks, “I also got some hot chocolate, I wasn’t sure if you wanted any, but I was stopping anyway.”

I nodded, smiling at him, “Thank you, Percy. You’re the best.”

We both sat on my bed, watching the new season of Outerbanks together as we ate our dinner. I tried my best to pay attention to the show, but I couldn’t stop myself from yawning and zoning out.

When we both finished our food, Percy stood, taking the trash from my bed and throwing it into my trash can. I yawned again.

“You okay? I can go if you want to just go to bed,” he said.

I shook my head, “I’m okay,” I said, patting the spot next to me, “stay a little.”

I knew that I needed sleep, but I missed his presence. It felt weird that this was the first time seeing him in days.

I layed down on my bed, getting comfortable and yawning again. Percy paused the show, taking his place next to me again and laying on his side to face me.

“My mom called today,” he said quietly.

“Yeah?” I said, “how is she doing?”

He chuckled, “she’s good, she said she’s happy you and Annabeth are here to ‘keep me in check’,” he said, using air quotes on the last bit.

I laughed, “seems like it’s the other way around right now, I wouldn’t have even remembered dinner if you didn’t bring it to me.”

He paused, rolling onto his back and fiddling with the edge of his sweatshirt sleeve. He didn’t say anything, and I could immediately tell that something was off.

“What’s up?” I said, still facing him. I found myself staring at his pretty face, and thinking about what Annabeth had been saying to me earlier that week. She always said that Percy and I should ‘stop pretending and just get together.’

It definitely wasn’t something that I could say I’ve never considered, I just couldn’t risk ruining the friendship. I’d seen several of my college friends lose their friends by taking it a step too far. I would never recover if I made things awkward between us.

He interrupted my thoughts, when he spoke again. “Paul and my mom asked about you.”

I smiled, moving slightly closer to him to get more comfortable, “Oh yeah? What did they say?”

He looked back down at his sleeve, fiddling with it again. He paused for another moment, before saying, “Just like— they keep asking about us…”

I hesitated, having an idea of what he meant, but I decided to push, “What do you mean?”

He sighed, tossing his arms down to his sides and staring back at the ceiling, “They like… make assumptions— just because we hangout so much.”

I nodded, deciding to question him further, “We hangout with Annabeth too most of the time.”

He glanced over at me, opening his mouth like he was about to say something, but turned back to the ceiling and began playing with his sleeve again.

I leaned forward to rest a hand on his arm, which he glanced at, before looking back at the ceiling.

I took a deep breath, realizing that he wasn’t going to speak up, so I did. “So they’re inquiring into the nature of our relationship?”

He snapped his head over to me, brows furrowing in confusion.

I laughed, “They are asking if we’re really just friends?”

He turned his head back to face the ceiling, “Ohhhh, yeah. Pretty much.”

I nodded, removing my hand from his arm and propping myself up slightly to get a better look at his face.

“And what did you say?” I asked.

He turned on his side, fully facing me now, and propped himself up on his arm so we were looking at eachother.

He breathed in, before saying, “I said I’m not really sure.”

I nodded, looking into his eyes and knowing where this conversation was leading. We’d been putting it off for years. It scared me. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, but looking into his sea-green eyes I knew that I couldn’t keep pretending.

“You’re not really sure?” I asked, cocking my head slightly to the side.

“I mean…” he started, and I watched his eyes scan my face before continuing, “I don’t know. It felt weird not seeing you this week. Like… I missed you.”

I laughed at his awkwardness, but said, “I missed you too, Percy.”

I swore I could see his gaze flicker down to my lips for a millisecond, but I chose to ignore it. It made me feel tense and my heart started racing.

He sighed, nodding, but sounding confident when he said,“What should I say then, next time they ask?”

I could feel my face heat up. I can’t keep dodging this. I can’t avoid it forever.

“What do you want to say?” I asked, trying to stall so that I wouldn’t have to make any decisions.

He pursed his lips, but didn’t lose his confidence, “I think it’d be fair to say that we’re not really just friends. And that we should have had this conversation a while ago.”

I nodded. Of course he knew what I was thinking. How could he not? We know each other almost as well as we know ourselves.

I swallowed, and my voice came out as a whisper, “I think that’d be fair to say.”

He nodded, and his gaze flickered down to my lips again, only slightly more noticeably this time.

I cleared my throat, my heart racing, “So if not friends, then what?” I asked quietly.

He searched my face, and I could feel his breath now. I wasn’t sure when we had gotten so close, but we were really close.

It’s not that I had never kissed a guy, I had. They’d all just been with people I never really cared about. I knew somewhere deep down that I would never really like anyone else. He was always in the back of my mind. And now with his breath on my face, I was nervous. We’d never crossed the line in our friendship beyond the occasional cuddle, but even that was rare.

“What do you want us to be?” He flipped the question on me, and his lip quirked into a small grin.

I paused, not knowing what to say. I searched his face, eyes focusing on his lips for a second longer than they should’ve.

“Can I be honest?” I whispered, eyes falling to his lips again before meeting his eyes.

He nodded, his eyes falling to my lips too. I could hear his breath quicken as the distance between us seemed to shrink.

“I’ve known we should’ve had this conversation for a long time, but now that we’re having it I don’t really know what to say,” I said, and his gaze returned to my eyes, “I really care about you, Percy.”

He nodded, “I really care about you, too.”

We stared at eachother, neither of us knowing what to do. Neither of us had ever been in a real relationship before. It was new territory for both of us. But of course Percy always knows exactly what to say.

“Will you go out with me? Tomorrow night?” He asked, before quickly saying, “Unless you have too much work, I mean.”

I smiled, feeling a fluttery sensation in my stomach before saying, “I’d love to.”

He nodded, scooting closer to me, “Yeah?”

I nodded, biting my lip and smiling, “Yeah.”

Our faces were inches from each other now. I let my gaze fall to his lips, and his hand reached out to rest on my jaw.

Slowly, he finally leaned in. His lips touched mine, softly at first, like he was scared that if he moved too fast, he might break me. I let out a soft exhale through my mode, and he pulled me closer, deepening the kiss. I could feel his hand slide from my jaw to the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair.

We pulled away for a moment, both of us breathing heavy, and looking deeply into eachothers eyes. We both had massive grins painted on our face. Without a second thought, our lips were on eachothers again.

The room suddenly felt hot. My hands made their way to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my finger tips. All I can think is— why did we wait so long? I let my fingers curl in his shirt, bringing him closer, as the kiss quickly grows more urgent, more intense.

He held me tightly, like he was afraid I might slip away. I felt his hand slide down to my waist, pressing me against him. I let out a quiet gasp as he pulled me onto his lap, firmly guiding me until I straddled him. Nothing else mattered. Just him, our lips, the feeling of our bodies so close together after so many years.

His fingers hesitantly trailed up under my shirt, the touch sending shivers through me as he let his fingertips move along my bare skin. I could feel my breathing pick up, my hands sliding up to his shoulders. I found the courage to tug at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up. He pulled away, breaking the kiss just long enough to let me lift it over his head, revealing the warm skin beneath. My hands explored his chest, his shoulders, feeling every inch of him as he watched me with that soft, intense gaze, like he’s waiting for my every move.

He slowly pushed my shirt up, and I shakily lifted my arms, letting him slide it off. When it was off, we locked eyes, still smiling like idiots. His hands quickly found my waist again, his fingers splaying across my back as he pulled me close, his lips finding mine once more. I could feel the warmth of his skin against mine, the slight brush of his chest as I pressed myself against him, feeling his heart racing just as fast as mine.

He grabbed my hips, encouraging me to move back and forth. I gasped into the kiss, and began grinding with his grip. We moved together, the friction between us heavy, and I let out a quiet moan. I couldn’t believe we were really doing this. I felt him shiver at the sound, his breath catching as he presses his forehead to mine, pulling away from the kiss but not stopping his movements.

“Gods,” he whispered, his voice rough, barely more than a breath. “I’ve wanted us for so long.”

I could almost feel tears prickle in my eyes, as I breathlessly replied, “Me too.”

He leaned down, kissing my neck with an intensity that I never knew he was capable of. He nipped and kissed, only pausing to mumble, “Since we were 15.”

His confession sent a surge of warmth through me, my hands moving to explore his back, tracing the muscles there. The muscles that I was so familiar with. That I’d seen in battle countless times.

I felt him shudder, his grip on my waist tightening as he lifted his head from my neck, pressing me against him with a need that matched my own. I rolled my hips, feeling the heat build, and he let out a low, breathless groan, his fingers digging into my skin as he joined our lips together again.

Our kiss was electric, heavy, and full of everything we wanted to say and do to each other for years. I leaned into him, pressing my forehead to his, feeling the warmth of his skin. My eyes welled when he stopped moving our hips together, and I saw the soft, vulnerable smile that played at his lips as he whispered my name like a promise.

I whispered his back, feeling my heart fill with an affection that I’d been holding back all these years.

We stayed like that for a while, embracing each other with a few soft, stolen kisses every now and then. We whispered to each other about how happy we were, and he suggested a few dinner places for tomorrow night.

Eventually, we decided to lay down together, but when I finally got comfortable he sat up, saying it’s late and he should probably let me sleep.

I shook my head, rolling my eyes, “Stay, dummy.”

He smiled brightly, and layed back down, embracing me again. We fell asleep like that, only to be woken up the next morning by a knock on my door. I hadn’t been expecting anyone, but I nudged Percy awake.

We looked at each other, wide eyed, and scrambled to find our shirts and fix our appearances.

The knock came again.

“Just a second!” I called out, combing through my hair with my fingers as Percy carefully straightened out my blankets. He gave me a thumbs up when it looked satisfactory.

I nodded, turning to open the door. There stood Annabeth, open notebook in hand, not looking up yet but saying, “Gods, what took you so long?”

I looked at Percy for help, before hesitantly saying, “Sorry, my room was a mess.”

She furrowed her eyebrows, looking up suspiciously, when her eyes caught on Percy. She smirked, closing her book and looking between us.

She checked her watch with a knowing smirk, “Wow, Percy, what are you doing here so early?”

I could feel my face heat up, as Percy struggled to find his words.

“I- uhhh… yeah…” he so eloquently said.

Annabeth shook her head, smiling at us. “It’s about time. I’m going to the library, was just going to see if you wanted to come, but obviously you’re already occupied.” She said, turning and walking back down the hall.

I closed the door as she walked away, and Percy’s face was just as bright red as mine felt.

We stared at eachother for a moment, both of us unsure of what to do.

“Wanna get back in bed?” Percy asked, scratching the back of his neck.

I smiled, taking his hand and dragging him back up to my bed. “I’d love to.”

[jockwrites]

selfish - p.b

part: 1

summary: the beginning of “friendship” between you & paige.

warnings: cursing

a/n: hellooooo welcome back to another series, i’m sure this will be fun to write and im excited for you guys to see where this goes!

my eyes drifted across the lecture hall, landing on a familiar face—paige bueckers. obviously, i’d heard so much about the star basketball player, but seeing her in person was different. she was leaning over a textbook, her blonde hair falling forward as she focused intently.

i felt my heart flutter slightly as i took her in. there was something about her demeanor, her strong jawline, and the way her muscles filled out her shirt. i quickly looked away, chiding myself. i kind of forgot i have a boyfriend and what not.

as the lecture began, i found myself sneaking glances at paige every so often. each time, i felt that familiar flutter in my chest. i tried to brush it off as mere admiration for her athletic prowess, but a small voice in the back of my mind whispered that it was more than that. but it can’t be, i have a boyfriend.

after class, i gathered my courage and approached paige as she was packing up her bag. my heart raced as i got closer. “hi, i'm madison. i just wanted tell you i really admire your skills, you know, on the court.”

the voice in the back of my mind was telling me i sounded so very stupid. introducing myself to the paige bueckers? absolutely ridiculous, but worth a shot.

paige looked up and flashed me a warm smile, her blue eyes crinkling at the corners, “hey, thanks! i've seen you around campus. you're in my psych class, right?”

i nodded, feeling a little flustered under her gaze. “yeah, i am,” she stood up and stretched, her arms reaching overhead and making her shirt ride up slightly. i caught a glimpse of her toned stomach and felt a sudden urge to reach out and touch it.

but i can’t be feeling like this. over a girl? no way, i have a boyfriend.

paige's smile lingered as she tucked her book bag over her shoulder. “it's nice to meet you, madison,”she said, her voice low and smooth. “maybe we can study together sometime? psych can be tough.”

i swallowed hard, nodding eagerly. “yeah, that'd be great,” i managed to say. as paige walked away, i watched her retreat, admiring the way she looked with each step. i shook my head, trying to clear it.

what was i doing?

i met up with my boyfriend, jason, later that day. he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close and kissing me deeply. usually, his kisses made my heart race, but today, all i could think about was paige. guilt washed all over me.

no girl has ever made me feel this way, ever. i’ve always considered myself straight, maybe bisexual. but the only reason i’d ever consider myself bi is because i’ll think a girl is cute every now and then.

sure, i’ve kissed a few girls, but i never felt anything. i’ve never felt that kind of connection with girls, ever. well—atleast not the feeling i feel with jason. i love jason, he’s my everything, but i can’t help but shake the feeling of how im lowkey simping for a girl.

—

one weekend, paige and i had spent the day together. no studying, just hanging out. we'd gone to the park, lay on the grass, talking and laughing. i'd felt so at ease with her, so comfortable. too comfortable, maybe.

at one point, she'd leaned against me, her head on my shoulder. i'd stiffened at first, surprised. then i'd relaxed, enjoying the warmth of her body against mine. i'd even slipped my arm around her, pulling her closer.

it had felt... nice. too nice. i’ve started to love looking at her mouth, wondering what it would be like to kiss her. i'd quickly pushed the thought away, guilt washing over me. i have a boyfriend, i reminded myself sternly. i can't be thinking about kissing paige.

but i couldn't stop thinking about it. days turned into a week, and the memory of that moment in the park lingered. i always remember myself staring at paige's mouth during our study sessions, blushing when she'd catch me looking. i was so confused. it felt so wrong, but so good.

—

weeks passed and i’d continued to steal glances at paige in psych class, my heart fluttering each time. for the past few weeks we’ve hung out, nothing special but it was great. we would go for ice cream, maybe get my favorite—zaxbys, and it would all be good. but genuinely, it’s horrible being around her.

im in a relationship with someone, yet im falling for another person. that person being a girl. i sound fucking stupid.

our professor announced a big project, assigning partners randomly. my heart pounded as the list was read aloud. “madison cooper and paige bueckers,” she called out.

i froze. there is no way she assigned me with the girl call myself liking. paige and i exchanged a surprised look. a slow smile spread across her face, and i felt my knees go weak. as we gathered our things after class, paige approached me. “looks like we're partners, madison.”

“looks like it,” i breathed, my voice barely audible. her nearness made my pulse quicken. we decided to meet at the library that weekend to start on our project. as i left the lecture hall, i felt a mix of excitement and dread.

i have a boyfriend.

—

that weekend, i sat across from paige at a worn wooden table in the library. she was leaning over her laptop, her brow furrowed as she typed. i couldn't help but stare at her strong hands, her broad shoulders, the way her hair fell messily over her shoulders.

paige looked up, catching me staring. she smirked slightly. “you okay, madi? you seem a lil… distracted.” i blushed, averting my eyes. “i'm fine, just... thinking about the project.” even to my own ears, the excuse sounded weak.

but that nickname, madi.

i mean—everyone calls me madi. but from paige, her saying it, it sounds heavenly. i don’t want anyone else to ever call me that nickname again now that it’s left paige’s mouth.

—

i notice madison staring at me—a lot, and it makes me feel a strange warmth in my chest. as we worked on our project, i found myself stealing glances at her too, admiring the way her brow furrowed in concentration, the way her lips parted slightly as she reads.

i start wondering… wondering what it would be like to kiss those parted lips, to run my fingers through her silky brunette hair. i shook my head slightly, trying to dislodge the thought. madison isn’t my type, i don’t think. i know she’s straight, but i could definitely turn her.

then again, she has a boyfriend.

she’s only mentioned him a few times, talking about their dates, future plans and what not. but honestly, he sounds lame. she mentioned he got her flowers & candy for her birthday, what a loser. like seriously? a girl like her? if it was me, i’d go all out.

as the day went on, i became more aware of the subtle signs madison was giving me. the way her eyes lingered on me, the slight flush of her cheeks, the way she bit her lower lip.

i decided to test the waters. as she passed me a printout, i let my fingers brush against hers. i saw her intake a sharp breath, her eyes darting to mine. her skin is soft, smooth like butter. despite the subtle, small action, i could feel how soft and fragile her skin felt.

“sorry,” i murmured, not pulling away from her touch. her fingers curled around mine, squeezing gently. “it's okay,” she whispered back, her voice barely audible. i felt a jolt of electricity at her touch, her response. i was onto something.

—

paige's fingers brushing against mine sent shivers down my spine. i looked into her eyes, and for a moment, everything else faded away. i felt a strong urge to lean in, to close the distance between us. but then reality hit me like a cold shower.

i have a boyfriend.

i gently pulled my hand away, trying to compose myself. “we should probably focus on the project,” i said, trying to sound normal. i turned back to my laptop, my mind racing. i can't let myself fall for paige, i have to stay loyal to jason or whatever.

but i still don’t understand how im falling so hard for a girl. a girl i just met at that, it sounds alien to me. if you told me 2 months ago i’d be head over heels for this woman, i’d look at you like you needed a straitjacket.

we continued working across from each other, the air thick with tension. i made sure to keep a safe distance, to not let our hands touch again. but being near her was torture. her scent, her presence, the way her voice deepened slightly when she was concentrating... everything about her drew me in.

as the hours passed, i found myself zoning out, my mind wandering to forbidden thoughts. paige's strong arms around me, her lips on mine, her hands exploring my body. i quickly rolled my eyes, trying to clear the images. no, i can't think like this.

i have a boyfriend.

i feel like i’m going insane, there is no way in hell im actually thinking like this. thinking like this about a girl, am i crazy? i think so. but it just sounds so right. i don’t think i’ve ever imagined times like this with jason though.

i mean, we did have sex a few times. but when i met him, i didn’t think like that— it was more of an emotional connection. i wasn’t immediately thinking about what his lips would feel like on mine.

paige seemed to pick up on the change though. she didn't bring up the touch again, didn't act the way she was acting earlier. we worked in near silence, the tension between us palpable but unspoken. as we finished up for the day, i felt a mix of relief and despair.

“not gon’ lie, i didn’t expect you to be this smart,” paige remarked, laughing softly as we packed up. “yeah, i try my best in academics,” i agreed softly. she smiled at me, and i felt my heart ache. why does it have to be her? why do i have to be taken?

“same time next weekend?” she asked. i hesitated for a moment. being around her was torture, but it was a torture i craved. “yeah,” i heard myself say. “same time next week.”

as i walked home, my mind was in turmoil. i knew i should end things with jason, that my heart wasn't in it anymore. but the thought of hurting him, of disappointing my family, held me back. i buried my face in my hands, a frustrated groan escaping my lips.

and no, im not trying to end things because of paige, thats silly—this thought weighed heavy on my mind for months. i mean, very good guy, but things just haven’t been the same. paige, she’s just the cherry on top.

i found myself in an impossible situation. i was falling for paige, but i was committed to someone else. i couldn't keep stringing jason along, not when my heart barely belonged to him.

here’s the situation: me and my boyfriend are falling apart, i’m falling for a girl, and my life is in shambles. sounds crazy right? yeah, i know.

i spent the rest of the week distracted, snapping at jason when he'd try to talk to me, zoning out during family dinners. but can you blame me? my situation is shit. i feel horrible, horrible for doing this to my boyfriend, horrible for falling for this girl.

my mom noticed, pulling me aside one evening. “madison, talk to me,” she said softly. “something's on your mind.” i hesitated. i wanted to confide in her, to tell her about paige, about my conflicted feelings. but i was scared. scared of her reaction, scared of what would happen next. so i chickened out. “it's nothing, mom.”

she searched my face, concern etched on her own. “madison, you can talk to me, you know. whatever it is, we'll figure it out together.” her voice was gentle, encouraging. but i just shook my head, pushing past her to retreat to my room.

alone in my room, i curled up on my bed, hugging a pillow to my chest. all my thoughts weighed down on me like a brick as i realized the mess i was in. i was torn between duty and desire, between what was right and what felt right. and i had no idea how to fix it.

this is the reality of being a girl i guess— or being a girl liking another girl. i’m a mess. i barely know her, it’s only been about a month or two, and they’ve been great, i can say that. but i just don’t get what’s wrong with me. what kind of phase am i going through?

i guess time will tell sooner or later.

[hydrobunny]

everyone thinks that they know us

tags: confessions, getting together, friends to lovers

a/n: written from the idea made by the amazing @yangx2isawhore :3

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it's exactly 11:34pm when the ringing of your phone wakes you up.

jolting up from your bed, you blearily glare at your phone screen. the contact name of SHIDOU‼️ burns into your eyes.

you hang up.

a second later, it rings again.

"what."

"y/n!" as always, shidou's voice is just a little too loud for it to be acceptable. "how mad would you be if i killed rin right now?"

you pause. you look at the time. you consider the probability of him telling the truth.

"pretty mad."

"great!" and you can hear the grin in shidou's voice as he recites out an address. "you can come save him then."

although you were the one that had tried so hard to befriend rin itoshi, you were pretty certain that you hadn't signed up for whatever the hell this was.

you pull up at the address at a sharp 12:02 am, annoyance already settling in underneath your eyes.

the address is a mansion (why would you ever expect anything else), and the recognizable bass of party music blasts through the windows. at least a dozen different colored sports cars (you consider how much one would sell for) are parked outside of it.

you debate turning around. unfortunately, you think shidou might actually be serious about killing your best friend.

best friend. how did you get to this point? friend. didn't matter that you might have been in love with him- rin could never see you as anything more.

you knock on the door.

a man you might be able to recognize if you cared enough answers. his dual-colored eyes flit over you with interest.

"hey there, pretty," he says, and his voice is slurring with the unmistakeable touch of alcohol. "don't think you're on the invite list, but i can make an exception."

you scowl. "no thank you. shidou called me to come?"

he cocks his head. "what could someone like you possibly have anything to do with that psycho?"

"he-"

the psycho in question slams into two-eye's side, whooping. "took you long enough!"

you sigh.

shidou ryusei grins at you, positively buzzing with energy. the smell of cheap (why cheap? genuinely, why did he buy cheap alcohol?) beer lingers around his face.

"did you kill rin yet?"

the grin immediately wipes itself from his face. "getting there."

he whirls around, a warm hand latching around your own- and then he's pulling you through the hallways of this too-big house.

the music hasn't stopped for a second since you've got here. in many of the rooms, you can spot groups of vaguely recognizable people, all of them in various states of buzzed-to-plastered.

you wonder how professional athletes weren't any better than the frat boys that threw weekend parties. (well, the age range was pretty much the same)

"where are we?" you manage to shout into shidou's ear, as he pulls you further away from the heart of the party.

"sae's house!" he yells back.

"what?"

the two of you slam into another room- shidou shuts the door with too much force - and the music fades away into background noise.

rin's head snaps up at your entrance.

"rinrin!" shidou crows. "brought you another babysitter!"

rin stares at you with genuine confusion. his eyes are hazed over, his cheeks a light red. "what? y/n?" a red solo cup, ominously empty, sits by his hand.

"yes, yes," shidou replies, pushing you forward. "the only person who can somehow tolerate your presence is here!"

you slip out of shidou's grip. "what the hell is happening?"

he rolls his obnoxiously bright eyes at your question. "little itoshi's weirdly drunk and incoherent. which means big itoshi has to pretend like he cares. which means i can't force big itoshi to drink an enormous amount of alcohol! so now you have to watch this idiot!"

"i am not drunk," rin snarls towards shidou. "and i don't need a babysitter."

he attempts to get up from the counter he's perched on, and immediately wobbles. you debate whether it would be worth laughing.

before you can make a decision, another side door opens.

and sae itoshi meets your gaze with bored indifference.

"what- you!"

he raises an eyebrow. you're not sure how you got into this situation.

you wonder how you're supposed to react to meeting the one and only brother you've heard rin talk so much about.

some inner part of you immediately doesn't like him. the other part immediately notices how similar they look, and curse their sheer attractiveness.

either way, sae loses the little interest he had in you immediately, turning towards shidou. "is this-" he waves a hand towards you. "her?

shidou nods furiously. "junior is perfectly cared for now. now let's get out of here!"

rin glares at all three of you.

sae sighs. for someone who's supposed to be the host, he doesn't look thrilled at the prospect of socializing.

the elder itoshi turns his attention onto the younger. "you're fine with her?"

rin's eyes narrow further. he doesn't respond.

shidou takes that as his cue. his hands place themselves on sae's shoulders. "good talk, everyone!"

and with another slammed door, you are left alone with rin. it's more than a little awkward.

you open your mouth- he shoots you a glare. you can take a hint. (even if it breaks your heart.)

out of a bored curiosity, and maybe a little spite, you start opening cabinets. they're mostly empty (you wonder what kind of life sae lives).

rin's gaze follows you the entire way. it's intense enough to give you goosebumps.

eventually, you come across a pot of gold- a wine bottle, its cork untapped. there's a ribbon attached to its neck; you spy the JFU logo placed on top.

"he won't mind, right?" you ask.

silence follows.

you open the bottle. if you're going to be stuck here anyways, why let it go to waste?

surprisingly, it's rin that talks first. "why'd you come?" he mumbles out, stumbling over a syllable.

you shrug, taking another mouthful of the wine. (it's good. too good. damn rich people.) "shidou said he was gonna kill you."

“shidou has your number? you responded? why'd you care?" he blurts out in a tsunami of words. immediately after, he looks away with reddening ears.

you eye him with slowly growing amusement. there's a buzzing in your stomach that's slowly stripping your self control away. "yes. and yes. and because we're friends."

rin tch's, still refusing to meet your eyes. you think he'll keep talking, but he doesn't.

so you take another swig of the wine bottle. maybe rin can be the one to reach out for once.

but- like always- you're the first to crack. after a possible fifteen minutes of brooding silence, you sigh.

"what's going on with sae?"

rin's gaze snaps to your face. "what about him?"

you raise your brows. (you think you meant to raise only one. you can't really tell.) "i thought he didn't fuck with you."

rin's face scrunches at your words. "what?"

you groan, sliding down from your perch onto the floor. "you know? i thought- well, he looks like he cares."

he stands up. "he doesn't."

"sure."

he stares at you with a complicated expression, and then makes his way over to you. you blink up at him.

"i don't like you talking to him," rin says, seemingly more lucid than before.

"wasn't really my choice." you shoot him a smile, raising a hand. he lifts you up to standing with it.

from how close you now are, the two of you are almost touching. if you weren't as delirious on wine as you are now, this would be much more distressing.

even now, it takes all of your will to maintain eye contact with him.

"you don't like me talking to him?" you mumble out.

rin tilts his head. "no."

"can i ask why you came here then? or why you got plastered off cheap booze?"

he opens his mouth, then stops. and then- "you're not doing much better."

you clear your throat. more than the wine, it's rin who's clouding your thoughts. his faint cologne- so much more evident at this distance- intoxicates you.

"that didn't answer my question."

his eyes narrow. "i felt like it."

you frown. "what situation are you in that made you want to get drunk with shidou?"

and his eyes flicker down. to your lips.

"what do you think?"

you stumble; rin's hand places itself in the small of your back. signature itoshi teal burns.

you're both drunk. you're in his brother's house. and yet-

and yet, you're both here, and rin itoshi is leaning down into you.

his lips meet yours desperately, his breath catching over and over again. your hands tangle into his hair- he groans wordlessly.

you separate with a gasp.

"are you- what?" you manage, face ablaze.

rin looks just as disheveled. "y/n."

"rin."

he steps back, eyes roving from wall to wall. "fuck. fuck, im sorry. i thought-"

that's not the right words you wanted to hear. you step forward, the wine bottle long forgotten behind.

"you thought right," you blurt.

rin stares at you. a flush sits over his face.

"i thought you wanted to just be friends. that- that you didn't want me." you say.

surprise, and horror, flicks in his eyes. "what?"

you cough out a laugh. "not very smart off the field, are you?"

rin's mouth opens and closes, much like a fish. you think he's going to speak-

he closes the gap between you two, and his lips meet yours again.

between gasps, he mumbles a "i could never not want you." into your form.

and you sigh out your own declaration of love

somewhere in the house, a door slams. someone whoops in exhilaration.

but in this room, it's just you and rin. alcohol tinges both of your breaths. you're both drunk on something bigger.

[eden-writes-stuff]

Hi, I hope you're doing well!

I was wondering if you could write something about Luna and Harry coming up with a plan for their moms to fall in love, and for they can be siblings.

It's an idea I've had for a while and I think it's really fun.

OMG I love this idea. So cute!

Tags: fluff, comfort, kids being silly, setup, Regulus being a great parent / uncle side ships: wolfstar, jegulus

Luna spread the paper on the couch table and placed her crayons beside it.

"Operation: bring Pandora and Lily together so we can be siblings - BPALTSWCBS." 

Harry pulled out his glitter pens. "I did my research over last week."

Research, in this case, being a Romance-movie-marathon with his uncles over the weekend. They had very much supported him when he'd confided in them and told them their plan. Or at least the general idea which they needed the plan for. 

 "Great. Tell me what you've learned." She pulled the cap off of one of the glitter gels and got ready to write.

"Well, most of them were with a man and a woman, but I think it works either way", he started and Luna nodded. "So, there was one where they were working on a project together and then they got locked in at their office and had to cuddle to keep warm." "But our moms don't work together." Harry hesitated for a moment. "we could get them to organise your birthday party together?" Luna thought about it, then wrote it down.

"There was another one with two men where they got locked in together in a room and then some woman threatened their lives unless they kiss." The six-year-old grinned and put it above the other idea.

"For the next one we'd have to wait until yule, but maybe you can convince your grandparents to ask your mum if she has found someone yet and then she freaks out and brings my mum as a fake date, so they stop annoying her." "She doesn't really care about their opinions so that probably won't work..."

"Alright. The one where the woman wants to get married before her sister is also out because aunt Petunia is already married..." "So our only option to make them be happy together is to threaten their lives?", Luna summarised. "Yeah, I think so."

"Great. But we need to make them believe it. Maybe we could get a dragon from somewhere." "Or a serial killer. Hey, papa." Harry looked up from their plan on the table, as Regulus walked in. "What do you need a serial killer for, mon coeur?", he asked, one eyebrow raised.

Harry and Luna shared a glance. "You need to promise not to tell anyone. This is a top-secret mission." Harry leaned in a bit and Regulus nodded slowly. "We're trying to get mom to go out with Panda, so they fall in love and get married and then we can be siblings", he half-whispered. 

"But we're not sure, how to do it yet. Our best idea is to threaten their lives so that they kiss", Luna added, shrugging.

Regulus nodded. It was best not to question a child's logic, not to mention that it sounded like something that might actually work if executed properly. Plus, as Pandora's confidante, he knew that she had fancied the redhead since they were teenagers.

Harry looked up at him. "How did you and dad get together?" The pale man attempted to answer a few times, but eventually just shook his head. "I think that's a story for another time. I do have an idea, however. Do you want to hear it?" They both nodded excitedly.

"Maybe you need to approach it from the other side. You tell them you want to spend a sibling-day with your favourite moms. You know, go to the park, have a movie night... That way you force them to spend time together and see how adorable you two are."

The children shared a few looks. "But then we don't get to threaten their lives..." "We can still do that if plan A doesn't work." "Hmmm.... okay."

Luna wrote it on the paper with a crayon. "Thank you, uncle Reggie. You can leave now. We need to work out the details."

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

"have you heard abt THE Donna ff writer?" You'd be the first person that comes to mind. NWAYS HII<33 Ur last ff abt feral Donna was absolutely chefs kiss and I was wondering if u could write sumn like Donna usually being the top but since it's Donna's bday, reader wanted to like give Donna a teeny tiny lil gift but she has no idea what to give so she turned to our trusty red head (Dani) and Dani was like "Oh yea u should tots tie urself up w a nice red ribbon, nakey nakey w a bow on top and a lil note for her" SO BAM. Gift idea for our lovely doll maker <3 G!P maybe if that's cool? OH OH feral Donna, like absolutely 100% feral

Yesss!!!! Thank you for being here for all this time :D, and for your request, you were so kind!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :))))))

A special gift

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, fluff, Donna being Donna

Word count: 7,767

Summary: You wanted to surprise her...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :)) Have a happy weekend everyone!!!

Normally, meetings with friends didn't last that long, but that party had a special touch, and you didn't think too much about the time. The dim light of one of the lamps in the living room told you that, as you suspected, she was waiting for you.

Thinking that for once Donna had relaxed and simply gone to bed was just an illusion. On one hand, you wished that on one of your nights out you would return to a dark mansion just to curl up in bed next to her sleeping body, but on the other hand, you felt a certain romantic spirit when you saw the lady in black always waiting for you, always worried about you.

You rolled your eyes and walked slowly, comforted by the warmth of the mansion that had long since become your home, and you walked to face, surely, a wave of curiosity and questions from the doll maker.

The sight before you made you stop and bite your lip. Donna was on the couch, lying innocently with her eye closed and deep breathing, a book on her lap.

You sighed tenderly, quietly approaching the lady and sitting next to her while resting a hand on her shoulder.

“Donna, honey…” you whispered, trying not to disturb her too much, moving her body gently to her to react.

“Mm?” she groaned, shaking her head and frowning, not fully awake. “Chi…?”

“Hi, my love,” you whispered as you saw her open her eye and shake her head, running a hand through her hair.

“(Y/N),” she said, sitting up while rubbing her eye, looking at you a little confused. “Finally.”

“Sorry I was late,” you said, rubbing her back affectionately as she tried to awkwardly come back to reality.

“Yes, I…” Donna murmured, regaining consciousness. “It's late, isn't it?”

“I'm sorry,” you said in an apologetic tone.

“I was worried,” the lady whispered, with a look that was meant to be somewhat intimidating. “I've been waiting for you for hours.”

“Don't exaggerate,” you joked, shaking your head and stealing a quick kiss on her lips. “Besides, I've told you many times that I don't need you to wait for me.”

“And I've told you many times that I'll wait for you if I want,” she said, crossing her arms, grumbling. “Why did you take so long? Do you know how worried I was?”

“Donna, you were asleep,” you said amused, resting the head on your hand and blinking petulantly.

“I wasn’t,” Donna said, shaking her head immediately and looking for something with her eye. “I was reading, see?” she said proudly, showing you the book and arching her eyebrow, satisfied.

You nodded suspiciously, looking at the aforementioned book more closely. You laughed shyly when you noticed a detail and reached out your hand towards it, turning it so that it was in the correct position.

“Better this way, isn't it?” you teased cautiously, making the lady frown and her cheeks take on a subtly reddish color.

“Mm,” she murmured, closing the book and looking at you with a fiery eye, crossing her arms. “Well, okay, I was asleep, but that doesn't excuse you for being late.”

“Sorry, mom,” you joked again, rolling your eyes and bringing your lips closer, stealing another kiss, this time a deeper one that made your girlfriend smile, even if it was in a discreet way.

“Have you had a good time without me?” she asked ironically, moving away from your tempting kisses.

“Donna…” you sighed. “Today has been a tiring day, we better go to bed so you can… keep reading,” you said, pinching her cheek affectionately and trying to get up, an attempt frustrated by a hand on your wrist.

“Un attimo, tesoro,” she interrupted, pulling you up. “You know what? I was dreaming about you.”

“Oh, really?” you asked, blinking petulantly, with an amused smile. “What were you dreaming about?”

The lady in black smiled with a mischievous glint in her eye before kissing you eagerly, hungry for the moisture of your lips on hers. You laughed at that sudden effusiveness and played along without saying anything.

The kisses didn’t last long, as, with an impatient gasp, the brunette moved her hands on your body to turn you around and put you face down on the couch.

“I've missed you so much,” the lady whispered in your ear, slipping her hands under your dress, pushing your underwear aside with a perfect movement as her body moved ever closer to yours. “Dolcezza…”

“Um, Donna, wait,” you said, turning your gaze away slightly, something she prevented with a soft hand that returned your gaze to the front, while her naked erection began to play with your entrance.

“Shh, let me show you my dream,” she whispered in a voice filled with passion, with that eagerness to take you that seemed not to want to leave her mind.

Without showing any doubt at your clear words, Donna slowly entered your wetness, making you make a strange grimace at that intrusion for which you were, unfortunately, too tired.

“Donna, wait,” you said cowardly fleeing from her shaft and turning around while you put your underwear back in place. “I'm just… too tired for this.”

“Tired?” the lady asked, bewildered, looking down at her quivering erection. “W-Well, it'll just be a moment,” she said with a nervous smile, trying to turn your body again.

“No, I…” you said, breaking free from her hungry grip and putting some distance between the two of you. “Donna, not now, okay? I don't think I would enjoy it properly.”

“Why not?” Donna asked frowning. “Please, just a little…” she pleaded with her best emotional blackmail face, one you had become immune to long ago. “I need you.”

“No, um…” you said, looking down and moving your hands to her shaft, putting it back in its place and pulling up the black skirt. “I'm sorry, Donna, but not now.”

“You do nothing but reject me, you don't want to make love to me anymore,” she protested, crossing her arms again, moving uncomfortably as she felt imprisoned.

“It's not that, honey,” you explained in a calm tone. “It's just that you're… inopportune.”

“I'm inopportune,” she said repeating your words mockingly, to which she got up as well as you, who pulled her arm so she wouldn't leave.

“Come on, don't be mad,” you purred, putting a hand on her cheek. “Let's see, do you want me to touch you?”

“No,” Donna answered dryly, accepting your caresses, but in a slightly reluctant way. “I can do that myself.”

“Well, it's not the same,” you suggested, running a hand through the bulging fabric of the dress. “Sit down and I'll help you with this.”

“I said no, I want you, but obviously you don't,” she protested, pushing your hand away. “Besides, it’s getting soft.”

“As you wish,” you sighed, shaking your head. “Don't hold a grudge against me, I promise that tomorrow we'll do whatever you want, or better, you'll do whatever you want to me... -Is that okay with you?”

“Whatever I want?” Donna said, turning her gaze to yours, with a smile she was unable to hide. “Even...?”

“Yes, my love, whatever you want,” you said, biting her earlobe and grabbing her waist. “But now let's go to bed, okay?”

Donna nodded, giving you a quick kiss, with hunger and lust slowly disappearing from her gaze. Her desire to take you, to possess you in the most carnal way possible was something you had been living with for a long time, something you didn't dislike at all, of course.

You were nothing but the Duke's assistant, in charge of carrying the villagers' orders from one place to another.

That was in the past, of course, since, when you met Donna Beneviento, the village Lord, a mysterious and dangerous woman, you stopped doing it. It wasn't difficult to maintain a kind of strange relationship with her, to get, sometimes insisting, words out of her mouth.

Donna seemed fascinating to you, a tormented but terribly intelligent and cultured woman. Her hobbies weren't terrorizing villagers or plotting to try to do as much damage as possible to people's minds, no. Donna liked to read, listen to classical music, make her dolls in the most perfectionist way possible…

Of course, it was far from the rumors that surrounded her, and discovering it was a complete change in your mind, as well as in your feelings. The lady's loneliness forced her to accept your company without complaining too much, begging you to stay a little longer, just a little longer.

It was only a matter of time before those mornings and afternoons of chats and hot teas led to something more. She was... a beautiful woman, even if she insisted on denying it. Seeing that damned black veil disappear from her face made you understand that your feelings had nothing to do with pure friendship or the admiration of a villager towards a Lord.

Love came that way, with a chaste and shy kiss, a kiss on her lips, those that almost no one had ever seen, much less kissed. The scar on her face was just an unimportant feature, which did not eclipse her features, some that seemed perfect to you.

The Black Gods, the gratitude and mercy of Mother Miranda not only changed that, but also her body. Donna was ashamed of it, especially when you realized what the change was exactly, although, in a way, she had already gotten used to it.

Naturally, you didn't care. You loved her, you loved Donna just the way she was and the rest didn't matter at all.

Thus a romantic relationship was created that you never expected to have, a few wonderful months full of love and passion, the best stage of your life, one that you would never let end. Two years later, you were still in the mansion, although the passage of time ceased to have any importance for you.

You had secretly promised to make up for your tiredness from that night the next day, but fate seemed not to want that wet and burning passion to envelop your bodies.

It was an evil coincidence, but that morning, you woke up with a terrible headache that prevented you from fulfilling her wishes. Obviously Donna, feeling rejected once again, could not hide a certain annoyance, but she was always understanding, sweet and loving.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, resting a hand on your shoulder while you drank the tea she had prepared during breakfast.

“Mm, better, thank you, darling,” you said, taking her hand and kissing the back of it slowly, grateful for her care. “You should sell this tea to the Duke, it's really good.”

Donna laughed proudly at her little experiments, and sat in front of you to have a quiet breakfast.

“You should take care of yourself, and not go out at night, you might be hatching something,” Donna commented, pouring herself some coffee.

You shook your head, knowing that this was a clumsy attempt to prevent your nocturnal escapades. No matter how much time passed, you were unable to fully control her jealous and possessive attitude.

It could be considered a sign of danger, but you knew that this behavior lacked true malice and was due to all those years of loneliness. Maybe you could never get rid of it, but you were beginning to know how to tame it.

“No, I think it's the change of weather, it's always been awful for me,” you said, relieved that the pain was easing thanks to that remedy. “Besides, you know that I don't usually go out at night, yesterday was a special occasion. It was Oksana's birthday.”

“Oksana is…” Donna murmured, frowning in an amused manner, mocking her own jealousy.

“The girl who came that day to get a doll for her little sister, you know, my childhood friend and…” you answered with a tender smile, finishing your tea.

“Yes, yes, yes, I know who she is,” she said, shaking her head. “So it was her birthday.”

“Yes,” you answered dryly, nodding and resting a hand on your forehead.

“I don't understand. Does she need to have a party for that? It's an absurd reason,” the lady said, looking at her cup, talking naturally, with that innocence of hers that seemed adorable to you.

“Absurd?” you asked, tilting your head. “People usually like to celebrate their birthday. Me too, remember?” you said amused, showing the nice, and expensive, bracelet she gave you that day.

“You're my girlfriend, of course I want to celebrate the day you were born,” Donna said, with a serious, but relaxed tone.

“Mm, I guess that's romantic,” you murmured, arching your eyebrows, making her return one of your favorite smiles. “Hey, now that you mention it…” you said thoughtfully, after holding her gaze for a few seconds. “I've been here for a couple of years, but you've never told me what day your birthday is.”

Donna glanced at you briefly, fleeing from your inquisitive eyes immediately and focusing on a plate of breakfast sweets.

“Mi passi un cornetto?” she asked, completely ignoring your question.

You shrugged, kindly bringing one of the croissants closer to her and scrutinizing the lady with your gaze.

“Thank you,” she whispered, fleeing from your observant eyes.

“Donna, uh, I asked you a question,” you said amused, arching your eyebrows.

“Yes, and I'm ignoring it, tesoro,” she whispered, with an almost amused tone.

“Why? Why don't you want to tell me when your birthday is?” you asked again, shaking your head.

“Because it doesn't matter, (Y/N),” Donna explained, taking a bite of the croissant. “Mm, it has just the right amount of sugar…”

“Just the right amount of sugar,” you repeated incredulously, crossing your arms. “Come on, Donna, I'd like to know.”

“When they make you think that eternal life is a blessing, they say it as if they really believe it that way, but it isn’t, (Y/N),” the lady explained, with an informal, but somewhat broken tone.

“Watching time going by or counting the years ceases to matter to someone like me. Looking in the mirror and remembering how many years have passed since I was born is just a small reminder that eternal life is not a blessing, but a curse.”

“Wow... that's philosophical,” you said in a whisper, understanding what her motives were.

“A birthday is just a countdown for everything I love to disappear, and that's you. I just don't want to think about it,” she said, with a much darker and serious voice.

“W-Well, that's natural,” you commented, looking at the ceiling. “But I'd still like to know, even if it's just to have a nice detail with you.”

“All I want is to have you by my side, (Y/N), that's enough,” the brunette said, reaching out her hand to yours and running her thumb over your skin.

“You're not going to tell me, are you?” you asked with a sigh, giving in to her stubbornness.

“You should eat one croissant,” she said, smiling and letting you know she was ignoring you again.

“Very well, as you wish, Donna,” you said in a cocky tone. “I'll find out by myself.”

“Good luck with that, tesoro,” she said amused, winking at you, to which you responded with a mocking smile.

After breakfast, as usual, Donna went down to the workshop to immerse herself in her addiction to making dolls, leaving you alone, leaving before you a perfect opportunity to begin that curious investigation.

You were going to start by searching in the attic, on the shelves, for some clue about the day the love of your life came into the world, but it seemed, of course, to be a long and tedious search.

As you ran a hand through your hair, with your head still throbbing but relieved, you saw with your gaze a perfect target, a much simpler way to find out that particular piece of information.

In an armchair, distracted as always, was the Angie doll, the inseparable companion and sinister and irreverent counterpart of the lady in black.

The puppet liked you, even if she refused to admit it, and besides, she knew a lot of things about Donna. It wasn't the first time you approached her cautiously to get information.

“Angie, my friend,” you said with an exaggerated smile, sitting on one of the arms of the chair. “What is my favorite doll doing?”

“Oh, it's you,” Angie said, looking at you briefly. “I'm contemplating the futility of space time and thinking that we are just a black dot in the middle of an unknown universe…”

“What?” you asked, frowning in amusement.

“What do you think I'm doing, silly? Nothing, I’m bored as always, don't ask absurd things,” the doll answered, moving the joints in an exaggerated way.

“Oh, you're bored…” you sighed, nodding slowly and avoiding your face to betray the satisfaction at that opportunity.

“Hey, don't you have to make babies with Donna?” she rebuked, pointing at you unpleasantly. “I hope once and for all I can have someone to really play with and not two clingy fools.”

“Um…” you murmured, blinking surprised by her irreverence, shaking your head, recovering your intentions. “Yes, well, I was thinking of something more… immediate to relieve your tormenting boredom.”

“Oh, do you want to stop being boring and play hide and seek with me?” the doll asked, standing up and tilting her head. “I knew that one day I would convince you.”

“Not exactly,” you said with raised eyebrows, getting up and walking towards a small box that was on a table, taking something out of it. “I know Donna won’t let you play with this, but… Donna’s not here,” you hissed, amused, showing the puppet one of the brunette’s balls of wool, Angie’s favorite toy.

“Oh, oh, oh,” Angie said, jumping up and down on the couch. “Is that a forbidden ball? For me? You’re the best silly girl in the world.”

“Yes, yes…” you said, moving your hand so the doll couldn’t reach the object. “But…”

“Oh, of course there is a but,” Angie said, growling in frustration. “I should have guessed you’d try to bribe me.”

“Does it work?” you asked, amused, moving the ball as Angie followed it with her gaze, mesmerized. “I think so…”

“What do you want this time?” Angie asked, crossing her arms.

“Nothing, just a silly thing, I want you to tell me what day Donna's birthday is,” you said casually, playing with the threads of the ball.

“November 15th,” Angie said without thinking too much, making you open your eyes wide. “Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me now, silly, or I'll tell Donna.”

“That easy?” you asked a little surprised, reaching out your hand towards the doll, who wasted no time in snatching the ball from you triumphantly. “Oh, wait, that's next week.”

Naturally, Angie was too busy with the ball of yarn to pay any attention to you, and the answer you got was more of a problem than a relief. Her birthday was too close and your resources were quite limited.

Knowing it became a problem, since, no matter how much you thought of a thousand things to give her, nothing seemed right. Donna came from an extremely wealthy family, had everything she needed and wasn’t a capricious woman at all.

After giving it a lot of thought, you came to the conclusion that the best thing to do would be to go to the village and ask the Duke about what Donna might like, since that fat merchant seemed to have a lot of information about the Lords, perhaps more than you would like.

But leaving the mansion freely was a bit risky, since the sick mind of the lady in black could play tricks on her, driving her crazy. You needed a plan, a good plan.

The lady in black returned shortly after, while you, somewhat nervous, searched your head for an excuse to leave there discreetly. You didn't like lying to Donna, but you only did it when it was for a greater good, much greater.

After a few kisses and the doll maker telling you what porcelain friend she had created that time, you got up and grabbed your coat, leaving the woman hesitant and curious.

“Tesoro, are you going somewhere?” she asked, approaching you and playing nervously with her hands.

“Yes, I'm going to the castle,” you answered naturally. “I'm going to get wine, didn't I tell you?”

“No,” Donna answered coldly. “To the castle?”

“To get wine,” you repeated with an amused smile.

“Vino,” she said, blinking in confusion. “We don't need wine.”

“Look at that bottle, it's almost empty and eating without wine is blasphemy, Donna,” you said, pointing at your scapegoat, a bottle that barely had a quarter of red liquid left.

“Yes, but… I think there's another one,” she said, walking to a cupboard and taking out a closed bottle. “See? This one's full.”

Shit, you thought, you'd have to improvise.

“Oh, can I take a look?” you asked innocently, causing the lady to hand it to you with a frown.

Taking a breath and pretending to read the label, you let the bottle slip through your hands, falling to the floor with a loud thud.

“Gods!” you screamed, putting a hand over your mouth to hide your lie. “Donna, I'm so sorry, it slipped from my hands and…”

“Wait, get out of the way, you could cut yourself,” the lady said, moving you away from the pieces of glass. “I-It's okay, tesoro…”

“I'm so sorry darling, I'll pick it up right away,” you said, pretending to walk towards the elevator, stopped, obviously, by her hand on your arm.

“No, no, I'll do it, I don't want you to hurt yourself, you… well, be more careful, okay?” she said, shaking her head.

“Silly, you clumsy silly!” Angie said, comically wrapped in colorful wool threads.

It seemed that everything was going perfectly, since the doll quickly caught the attention of the lady, who was left open-mouthed.

“Angie! Did you steal another ball?” she asked, walking towards the doll, which ran away from her, laughing amused. “Angie, vieni qui!”

“Well, it seems you are busy so I better go to the castle, huh?” you said in a cocky tone, taking advantage of the fact that the lady was chasing her doll.

“Yes, go,” she said nervously, trying comically to grab Angie.

The truth is that you were very lucky, but you couldn't say the same about your encounter with the Duke. Getting information out of that greedy fat man was complicated, even if one day he was your boss. After insisting, and telling him the reason for your interest, he felt satisfied enough to give you some ideas.

A bracelet, similar to the one you wore, seemed like something suitable for her, like a symbol of union you thought she might like. Once you had spent your lei, you set off towards Dimitrescu Castle to validate your alibi, being greeted by the always seductive lady in white, Alcina Dimitrescu.

“Well, well, Donna's little bird is knocking on my door,” the Lord said, looking at you as if she were undressing you with her eyes, something that, over time, you got used to.

“Hello, I came to ask if you could give us some wine, the last bottle broke and…” you said nervous, intimidated.

“Please, you don't have to ask for that, my dear,” Alcina said, stepping aside so you could enter the castle and follow her.

It didn’t take long for you to reach a room full of wine bottles. The lady in white began to study them.

“It does not matter too much what wine it is,” you said to break that tense silence.

“It does matter, my dear, the wine always matters. It is not the same a tinted water to wash down a piece of bread than an elegant and fine red wine to savor on a special occasion,” Alcina explained, looking at some bottles.

“W-Well, I guess so,” you said with a shy smile, to which the lady responded with a sensual laugh and a look that you masterfully avoided.

“I think Donna had a thing for this 78 Regina Rose… or so I seem to recall,” she murmured.

“T-Thank you,” you said blushing.

“My lady,” one of the maids said, entering the room.

“Irina… I'm busy…” the lady murmured, disinterestedly. “Do you mind?”

“Yes, I'm sorry my lady, but, but it's just that…” the girl said, lowering her head and looking at you out of the corner of her eye. “A lycan has sneaked into the vines again and…”

“Oh, Gods, those damn beasts,” Dimitrescu growled, shaking her head. “Excuse me, (Y/N), I have some urgent business, I'll be back soon. In the meantime, take a look, take the wine you want.”

“Okay,” you said, while the lady, with one last seductive smile, left you alone in the room.

You looked at the bottles in silence, trying to let the wisdom about wine come to your mind on its own. You couldn't stay like that for long either, as the familiar buzzing of a black fly began to torment your ears.

“Hi, hi,” she said when that cloud of insects materialized, scaring you.

“Ah, Daniela!” you shrieked in fright, causing a bottle of wine to slip from your hands, being saved at the last moment by Alcina's daughter, who picked it up with a graceful movement.

“Did I scare you? Sorry,” she said amused, leaving the bottle on the table. “I can't help but enjoy those beautiful eyes of terror…”

“Um, yes,” you said amused, catching your breath. “I'm still not used to it.”

“What are you doing here, Donna's girlfriend?” the vampire asked, with a sinister smile, sitting on top of the table. “It's not usual for you to come alone. My mother would have already attacked you if it weren't for the fact that you're Donna's.”

“Um, yeah...” you said, nodding as you arched your eyebrows. “I've always been reckless,” you joked, knowing that the three Dimitrescu sisters appreciated you enough to not want to play with you like they did with their maids. “I came because we're out of wine.”

“Mm, that sounds like a lie... I can smell it on you...” she murmured, making you step back.

“What? How do you know?” you asked, surprised by that unknown ability.

Daniela laughed out loud, putting an arm around your shoulders in an overly effusive hug.

“I didn't know that, you just told me,” Daniela laughed amused. “I'm very good at bluffing.”

“Yes…” you murmured, embarrassed for not having seen it coming. “Okay, actually I came to have an alibi because… well, I bought this for Donna.”

You took the small box out of your pocket, showing it to the young Dimitrescu, who came closer to see it.

“Wow… it shines,” she said in an innocent way. “Aunt Donna is going to be very happy… Is it your anniversary or something?”

“No, I want to surprise her,” you explained.

“Oh, how romantic,” Daniela said, putting her hands together and blinking mockingly. “I see everything is going perfectly with her. If it weren’t I'd have to kill you,” she threatened with a sinister smile, making you nervous.

“Um...” you murmured, looking at the door and wishing the lady in white would appear again.

“It was a joke, silly,” she said, spreading her arms and laughing comically again. “Or is something wrong?”

“What? No,” you said too abruptly, shaking your head effusively.

“Uh... you're lying,” Daniela hissed, getting uncomfortably closer to you.

“I'm not lying,” you said, sure of yourself, but unable to prevent the memories of the last few days from passing through your head.

Yes, it had been a series of stupid and annoying coincidences, but you couldn't stop thinking about each of your rejections towards her, about how disappointment shone in her eye when you didn't let her take you.

“But…” the vampire insisted, tilting her head. “Come on, you can trust me.”

“Oh, okay,” you said, giving up. “Look, it's not that something serious is happening or anything like that, it's just that…”

“It's just that…” the redhead repeated, blinking impatiently.

“Ugh, okay, lately we haven't… we haven't been able to…” you hesitated, seeing that sinister girl as a kind of improvised confidant.

“Are you talking about fucking?” Daniela said, finishing the sentence for you, although in a much more rude way. “Oh, tell me, tell me.”

“Yes, um, I don't know, it may seem stupid, but it's just that a lot of things have happened and always prevent us from doing it. I haven't been feeling well lately and with the meetings, my commitments and the dolls, we haven't had much time for… for that,” you confessed with your head down, leaning on the table.

“Do you have something against Aunt Donna?” Daniela asked darkly, narrowing her eyes. “They’re too many coincidences.”

“I know it seems like I'm rejecting her on purpose, but believe me, that's not the case. I love Donna and I like… everything about her,” you said with a defensive tone, knowing you were telling the truth. “She doesn't show it, but I think she's angry with me.”

“I'm not surprised,” the young Dimitrescu sighed. “My mother says that sex makes you happier, you know…”

“Oh,” you said, unable to give another answer “Well, she's right about that. Donna likes it… too much.”

“Of course she does, like everyone, (Y/N),” the girl said, nodding amused. “I remember my mother telling Donna that her mood would improve if she let one of the maids suck her…”

“Hey!” you squealed, putting your hands in a defensive gesture, trying to forget what she was saying. “Okay! Okay! I don't want to know,” you said, displeased by that insinuation.

“What? She always said no,” Daniela said, unfazed by your exaggerated reaction. “My aunt is quite the romantic, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have needs. Besides, you shouldn't be that boring.”

“Boring? Me?” you said, pointing at yourself, indignant. “Look, I'm not telling you anything because Donna would kill me, but I assure you that I'm not boring in bed. What I'm telling you is that a series of things have happened and they prevented me from doing it.”

“Well, well… don't be like that, little bird,” Daniela sighed, with an exaggerated gesture of surrender. “Is that bracelet to try to fix it?”

“No, it's her birthday’s gift,” you explained, shaking your head.

“Donna has a birthday?” she asked curiously, leaning next to you.

“Of course she has, like all the people” you said, frowning.

“Honestly, I'd never thought about it, but if that involves receiving gifts and playing with maids... well, I could make up that I have a birthday too. I'm sure my sisters would agree,” Daniela said, rubbing her hands. “Are you going to give her that? I guess she'll like it.”

“Yes, I hope so,” you said, taking out the small box again and becoming somewhat thoughtful. “Or maybe she won’t, I don't know, maybe it's not enough. I'd like to be able to give her something else, something more personal…”

“Well, you've been lucky, (Y/N),” the young woman said with a smug look.

“Lucky?” you asked confused.

“Yes, because Daniela Dimitrescu is here by your side to give you some good ideas,” she said, arching her eyebrows. “Believe it or not, I’m good at gifts.”

“Great,” you whispered discreetly. “But I need it to be something… I don’t know, a small detail that isn’t as stupid as a bracelet, something that really matters to her, something that she wants…”

“Come on, say it,” Daniela said, nudging you slightly.

“What?” you asked, unable to help but laugh softly at that overwhelming personality.

“If you want my advice, I’d like to hear: Daniela, please, can you tell me some ideas to surprise Donna? You’re my last hope…”

“Do I have to say that?” you asked amused, shaking your head. “Isn’t it okay if I ask you kindly?”

“Okay, it’s okay… this time,” Daniela said, clapping her hands and looking at the ceiling, humming as she thought. “Let’s see, let’s see, a personal gift… For Aunt Donna… Oh, oh, oh, I got it.”

“That fast?” you asked surprised while the vampire nodded childishly.

“Simple problems, simple solutions,” she said, speaking with a certain pride that made you laugh again.

“Okay, and what is that simple solution? I only have a week and…” you said, letting the girl suddenly drag you across the room until you were in front of a nearby mirror.

“You have it there, right there,” Daniela said, pointing at the mirror. “You still don't get it, huh? You, (Y/N), you are the gift.”

“Me?” you asked, shaking your head confused by her abstract words. “Okay, I don't understand you.”

“It's very clear, silly,” she sighed, grabbing you by the shoulders and looking at your reflection. “You are what she wants the most right now, or so you told me... so... why not become her gift?”

“Explain, I'm not having my best day,” you said, scratching the back of your neck.

“Let's see, it's easy, all you need is red ribbon around your body,” the vampire explained, running her hands around your waist uncomfortably. “A note... oh, and a beautiful bow on your head.”

“Um...” you murmured.

“Well, don't forget t that you have to be nakey, nakey” she whispered amused, arching her eyebrows.

“What do you say?” you asked blushing. “How am I going to do that? It's... it's...”

“It's a great idea, I'm sure Donna is dying to unwrap her present, and you owe her that. Abstinence is bad for your health, my mother says so.”

“Um, yeah, well, thanks for the advice,” you said, shaking your head.

There's no way you'd do something like that.

As you walked home with the wine, you inevitably gave it a second thought. It was vulgar, dirty, but terribly suggestive. Anything that involved initiative on your part, a few words, an erotic gesture, was enough to make the lady in black completely lose control.

Yes, the bracelet was fine but... Well, maybe, for once, you should listen to your intuition and accept the advice of the young Dimitrescu. Both the sisters, and their mother, appreciated Donna, they wouldn't have a reason to lie to you.

In your head you still didn't have it clear, but the following days your body acted on its own, preparing the bow, the red ribbon, writing a terribly suggestive note... During that time you created a somewhat frustrating atmosphere for poor Donna, rejecting her attempts to take you, this time on purpose.

If you wanted the plan to work properly, she should want it, she should be dying to do it and you were quite the expert to do so.

The day finally arrived, and you remained silent without revealing your intentions until you could no longer control your nerves and the desire to surprise the lady in black. First things first, Angie couldn't be there.

“Oh, no, no, no, I know that look, silly, last week I got scolded because of you, don't think I'm going to let myself be fooled again,” the doll said when you approached with a sinister smile.

“I'm grateful to you Angie…” you said in a sweet, exaggerated voice. “That's why I wanted to tell you that I thought I saw a cricket in the garden this morning, you know, those bugs that make you laugh so much…”

“A cricket? Liar…” Angie said, not trusting you. “Do you think you're going to fool me that easily?”

“I think there were two crickets,” you sighed, pretending to remember. “They were around the cabins, but if you're not interested…”

“Two!?” she squealed excitedly, walking towards the exit. “It better not be a lie, stupid, stupid…”

“Have fun,” you sang, closing the door when the puppet left the mansion, obviously, locking it so Angie wouldn't interrupt.

“What are those screams about?” Donna said, coming up from the basement with a tender smile, kissing you slowly.

“Angie, she saw a cricket,” you explained, letting the lady gently grab your waist. “Hey, Donna, I have something to tell you.”

“Mm,” she said, hardening her expression a bit.

You moved away, taking the small box out of your pocket and biting your lip.

“I know you didn't want me to know, and I'm sorry if it annoys you, but I can't help but want to make you feel good. I want to give you a little of everything you give me and… show that I also celebrate the day the Gods decided you would come into the world,” you said with a nervous tone, but a pleading look, opening the box and showing the bracelet. “This is for you, Donna, happy birthday.”

“(Y/N)…” she sighed, taking the bracelet and looking at it, looking back at you a later, with a smile. “Amore mio… I guess I couldn’t help you found out,” she sighed, looking adoringly at your gift, slowly approaching to kiss you.

“You know me,” you said, blushing at her soft caresses on your face.

“Grazie, tesoro, grazie di cuore…” the brunette whispered, kissing you in a terribly romantic way, you even thought a tear was coming out of her eye. “I love you…”

“Me too,” you said nervously, playing with the buttons of her dress. “But wait, I still have something else to give you…”

“Something else?” she asked, playing with the bracelet on her wrist. “What is it?”

“You… wait for me here, darling, I’ll be right back,” you whispered in her ear in the most sensual way you could, walking upstairs, ready to put that curious advice into practice.

“Va bene,” she sighed, nodding, reluctantly letting you go.

You quickly stripped, putting the red ribbon around you, hooking it with the bow on your head, looking at yourself embarrassedly in the mirror and checking the note. You took a breath and felt a little cold, but you didn't care, you had already started down the stairs, there was no turning back.

“Donna,” you said to get her attention, since the lady was distracted with her gift, at least until she saw you, abruptly getting up from the chair, with her eye wide open and her jaw dropped.

“Ma… ma…” she stammered as you approached with a sexy smile, moving your hips in an exaggerated way and running your hands along your bare waist. “Madonna…”

“Do you like it? This is my other gift and you know what? It's just for you…” you whispered as you approached, slightly separating your legs and moaning while purring. “What are you doing standing there? Come closer and unwrap it…”

She nodded, still open-mouthed, her body shaking, inadvertently bringing a hand to her dress, probably calming herself with a gentle grip between her legs.

“That's it, honey, look, there's a note for you,” you said when she was close enough, pointing to the small piece of paper you had strategically placed on one of your breasts.

Donna, without saying a word, reached out her trembling hand, maintaining heavy eye contact with you. You could hear her breathing, the unmistakable sign that it was a good idea. The lady in black turned her curious eye to the paper, reading the words you repeated in your mind.

I am your gift, Donna, enjoy it as you deserve, enjoy me as you like…

“(Y/N),” she said with a gasp, blinking, completely paralyzed.

Of course you already assumed that she would react like that, completely frozen, so your next step was to make her react.

With a slow step, pulling her hand, you approached the dining table, leaning back on it and separating your legs even further, letting your wetness peek out from behind the red ribbon.

“Mm, Donna... don't you want to play with your gift? You can take the wrapping away or tear it, but don't waste it.”

The lady's gaze darkened and a sinister smile appeared on a face as she approached, running a hand through the red ribbon before locking her eye with yours and finally reacting.

Donna began to kiss you in an extremely wild way, without thinking, without feeling anything other than pure lust in her body. Donna approached yours quickly, pressing herself while her hands pushed aside the ribbon of the gift and ran over your folds, wet with excitement.

“I'm in a hurry, (Y/N), I might spend my gift without much care,” she growled in your ear, releasing her trembling erection and caressing your entrance with it. “I suppose you'll be good, won't you? Will you be a good gift?”

“The best one,” you whispered, moaning at the contact, at the lack of delicacy of the lady as she introduced the tip roughly, moaning with burning desire. “Mm…”

She laughed, enjoying a moment of anticipation, the way your walls let her shaft slide little by little between them, entering completely with a quick thrust.

“Oh, Donna,” you moaned at the intrusion, throwing your head back, but being returned to its place by a strong tug of the doll maker in your hair.

“I want you to look at me, doll,” Donna hissed in your ear as her hands pulled your hips to the edge of the table, letting your body slowly get used to her erection. “That's it…”

Without saying another word, her hips began to move, thrusting into you with a wild fury that made you roll your eyes as your body let itself go, letting her hands manipulate it as she pleased, like a good gift.

Your body squeezed her, making her moan with erotic hisses while her body simply dedicated itself to taking you as she so longed, in a hurry, but enjoying the wet journey trough your walls.

“Così stretta… Così buono, (Y/N),” the brunette whispered in your ear, with a nervous gasp, staying as deep inside you as she could before pulling out and thrusting harder.

Donna was out of control, unable to take a moment to kiss or say that she loved you.

Once again, the pleasure was so great that you didn't stop to think about those things, just to enjoy her desperate, almost animalistic movements, her hands scratching your skin, dragging your body until your were almost in the air, without stopping, without pausing, without having any intention of controlling herself.

“Donna, Donna, I'm going to...” you said, overwhelmed by the movements, maintaining eye contact as much as you could, the sight of your lover taking you in a rough and possessive way, of the quick movements of her body, enveloped by an obscene and wet sound.

The lady in black definitely didn't have time to think things over and, with a guttural growl, she released herself inside you, leaning into your body as her legs trembled and her hot seed covered your excited walls, squeezing her at the same time due to your discreet orgasm.

“Donna, it was…” you said, catching your breath, moving that annoying ribbon aside and caressing the cheek of the agitated lady, who looked up with a dark shadow in her eye.

“It wasn't, (Y/N),” Donna hissed, moving away from you and letting her release run down your legs. “This isn't over. I have to enjoy my gift…”

“Oh,” you said amused, getting off the table and bringing your hand to her exhausted, but not completely relaxed erection. “What do you want your gift to do for you, my love?”

“So I can do whatever I want to you, right? Very well, la tua bocca, now,” she said sternly, with a wild look, pointing to the floor. “Come on, be a good doll…”

You nodded, also pulling on her lower lip and fulfilling her request, letting your knees rest on the wood while your hands went directly to her shiny shaft, stimulating it slowly, staining yourself with the remains of her release.

“I said your mouth, (Y/N),” Donna said, lifting your chin and guiding you where she wanted it, making your lips caress the tip before wrapping it completely.

You laughed satisfied by that overwhelming need, tasting Donna as your mouth ran over her erection, noticing how, little by little, it went harder between your lips. That was, definitely, the most exciting thing that had ever happened to you, you would have to do it more often.

“That's it... take it, doll...” Donna whispered, putting a hand on the bow of your head, using it as a method to manipulate you, to make you move quickly so your tongue didn't leave a single inch of her skin untouched.

She moaned at those small kisses you dared to give, at the way you sucked and released it, at the movement her erection made in your mouth when it was out of your lips with another curious sound.

Your tongue ran up and down her shaft, accompanying that subtle stimulation with your hand that moved to the rhythm of your mouth. For a moment you thought she would release herself like that, and imagining it made your legs wobble as you touched your own overstimulated wetness.

Apparently Donna had other plans.

“Get up,” she ordered you roughly, helping you and putting you against the table, face down, pulling your hips up and penetrating you without warning.

Synchronized moans filled the old mansion again as her hands squeezed your breasts and her hips crashed against yours. Your already wet walls welcomed her tireless erection again, adapting perfectly to that roughness, to the wild Donna, who became uncontrollable.

“My gift… la mia bambola,” the lady moaned, pressing your head against the wood as she took you relentlessly.

Of course, that new lustful act didn't last long either. That time Donna pulled out, letting your back be desecrated by her orgasm, almost as if, for a moment, she had some lucidity and thought about the consequences, something she didn't usually do.

“Well,” you said, letting the lady hug you, taking care of her relaxing kisses, as an apology for the way she claimed you. “Did you like your gift?”

“You've made me think about wanting to celebrate my birthday every year, (Y/N),” she said amused, brushing the hair off your sweaty forehead.

“Mm...” you murmured, stealing a tender kiss from her. “By the way, how old are you?”

“To answer that, bambola... I would need another gift like this...”

[imaginecolby]

hints || c.b.

summary: after continuous brushing off of his hints that he likes you, colby finally reaches his breaking point. requested by anonymous.

“hey, are you free tomorrow night? sam and i have to make an appearance at a brand party, and was wondering if you wanted to come with us? i know it’s last minute, but i’d still like to see you.” colby text you one afternoon.

“um, i’m not sure. i think i’m free, but i have to double check.” you replied.

“ok! well let me know. 🖤”

once you finished your work for the day, and were able to figure out your schedule, you were able to commit to plans for the weekend. you text colby back and told him you’d be happy to join him and sam at their event. he text you back the details, and let you know what time they’d be by to pick you up.

the next night, you were getting ready for the night. it was semi-formal, so you found a nice dress that you had that was perfect for the evening. just as you finished getting ready, your doorbell rang. you bounced downstairs, slipping into your shoes, before opening the door. colby stood there on your porch, smiling at you when you opened the door. 

“hey! you look nice.” you said with a smile.

“thank you. so do you.” he said, a faint red tinge flushing his cheeks. he cleared his throat before speaking again. “are you ready to go?” he asked, and you nodded. you gathered your things, and followed colby out to the car. you joined him and sam in the back seat of the SUV that drove you to the event. once you were there, you posed with the boys for a few photographers before making your way inside the venue. as you got settled into the party, you got yourself some drinks and food, and began mingling. the night ended up being quite fun. you and colby were practically inseparable for most of the night, the two of you talking like never before.

you and colby had always been close, ever since you’d known each other. you were also kinda flirty with each other, but neither one of you were ever brave enough to make the first move. tonight, however, colby had been so much more attentive to you, and he was in constant contact with you. 

your arms were interlocked as you walked down the carpet into the venue, his hands were on your thighs as you sat at the table. his arm draped around your shoulders over the back of your chair, his thumb mindlessly tracing along your the tops of your arms. he was very complimentary of you, reminding you how beautiful he thought you were, especially tonight, and how thankful he was that you were able to be here with him. 

“thanks for inviting me. i’m having a really nice night.” you said to him, flashing him a soft smile.

“of course. i’m glad you were able to come with us.” he said quietly, leaning closer to you. his face was inches from yours, but before anything could happen, he and sam were taken for a few interviews, and you were left at your table with the rest of the plus ones. 

a guy that had been there the entire night, who you’d talked to intermittently throughout the evening, moved closer to the chair next to you. 

“so, how exactly did you get roped into this shindig tonight?” he asked, taking a large swig of his drink. 

“oh, i came willingly with some friends of mind. it seems like you’re not really having a good time. sorry about that.” you said with a shrug.

“well, i could be having a better time if we wanted to change that.” he wagged an eyebrow at you. this guy was already giving you the ick, but you were in a fiery mood and wanted to play with him for a little bit.

“oh yeah? and how do you suggest we do that?” you asked, leaning closer into him. you listened to him intently as his words slurred together. you had no intentions of letting this guy take you home, but you figured it wouldn’t help to at least know his name to tell it to someone who would be able to get him home.

unfortunately, to an outsider’s prospective, this conversation was much more than you leading this guy on. and that’s exactly how colby interpreted it. 

he sat back down at the table in a huff, quickly interrupting your conversation. you turned your attention back to him, but he was suddenly very short with you, giving you one word answers, and barely paying attention to you.

as the night came to an end, you and the boys loaded into the car that was taking you home. colby walked with you silently up to your door, a thick tension between the two of you. 

“i’m sorry, did i do something to upset you?” you asked before going inside. 

“no.” he said, avoiding your gaze. 

“well something else obviously did. you’ve barely spoken a word to me for the last two hours. that made for a very uncomfortable ride home.”

“am i wasting my time here?” he asked abruptly.

“on what?”

“on this? on us?” he asked, gesturing between the two of you.

“what do you mean us? colby, we’re not together.” you said awkwardly.

“well, i know that. but am i wasting my time on trying to impress you and spend time with you to make you want to be with me? or should i just give up?”

“what the hell are you talking about?” you asked, arms crossing over your chest.

“colby, come on! we gotta get home.” sam called from the rear window of the uber. colby began to walk away from you, but you quickly grabbed his arm. 

“stay.” you said softly. he stared at you as your request registered in his head before he finally waved sam off. you both stood in your driveway watching the uber drive away before you led colby inside. you both went upstairs to your room, you changed into some sleep clothes, and colby stepping out of his suit.

“i’d offer you something to sleep in, but i don’t know that i have anything that would fit you.” you said, awkwardly rummaging through your dresser. 

“in all the times i’ve spent the night here, i’ve never left sweats or anything?” he asked. just then, you found a pair of black sweats that you were pretty sure were his.

“well, i guess so.” you laughed. you tossed them to him, and he slid them on. you sat at the head of the bed, and he sat criss cross at the foot. you both awkwardly twiddled your thumbs, neither of you wanting to address the elephant in the room. after way too long of an awkward silence, you finally took a deep breath.

“colby,” you began, and he locked eyes with you. “what was that all about downstairs?” you asked. he shrugged and shied away from you.

“i don’t know, y/n. i just felt like we had something going on between us, and that, maybe one day, we could be something more than friends. i always thought we had mutual feelings for each other, but apparently i was wrong.” he said, sounding defeated.

“colby, i’m so so sorry. i never thought that any of the flirting we ever did was serious. i mean, i know how you are, and know that’s largely just your personality. i thought you were just being you.”

“i just thought that, tonight especially, we were on the same page. until i saw you with that other guy-“

“that other guy was nothing and no one. he was just some random guy that i was left at the table with. he was so drunk, it was the least i could do just to learn his name and help get him home. which i did, by the way.” 

“anyway, i just thought that tonight was really us taking that next step. i really like you, y/n. and i want to be more than friends.” he said, eyes finally meeting yours again. 

“colby, i like you too. and i do want to be with you.” you said softly. you watched as his face lit up, and a smile spread across his cheeks. he crawled to the head of the bed, pressing a kiss to your lips. he pulled away briefly, shooting you another smile. the two of you shared a quiet laugh, before your lips met each other again. you spent the rest of the night in bed, consummating the start of your relationship. 

it was more than you could’ve ever asked for, but you were glad that you and colby were finally on the same page, and that you were finally taking that step towards the next part of your relationship.

[coolnonsenseworld]

Thank you so much, both for the order and coming over here to share!! 🥺🥺 can't wait to send it! 💞💞💖

[sainz100]

a few Carlos moments from the 2024 Azerbaijan GP

[theloveinc]

deku definitely has several notebooks filled with drawings of you!! some of the drawings are quick sketches with pen or pencil while others are so heavily detailed and beautifully colored that it looks like a photograph!! i think on nights where he couldn’t sleep he would be drawing how you look sleeping in your shared bed drool & everything <3 i think he would love coloring in your pretty eyes 🥺 he would take such great care in capturing your beautiful image and would probably be caught staring at you very often because he wants to make sure he captures every tiny detail AAAAA i love him :(( i also love the idea of you or even his friends catching him in his office staring at his latest drawing of you with MASSIVE heart eyes 🥹🥹

-oc anon

!! sdnkfaj and I don't even think he realizes how much he's doing it. He has no idea that you've really... become his muse over the months/years you've been together. of course he still draws heroes and students and work / project designs and EVERYTHING but his go-to mostly just becomes you.

it's really only when people start to notice that he actually goes: Oh. especially when it's such that people are now asking to see what he's done of you recently, just like you said !! You in bed, your newest fave outfit (he's busting out the sketchbook unconsciously when you do a haul lmao, he's so funny), you making dinner one night... WHY IS THIS CHEWING ME UP??

it's literally ADORABLE to think of him putting out his weekly drawing of you for his students to look at on his desk - they nearly riot the one time he tries to draw something else (all might), asking if he's getting divorced or if you fought or WHAT lol and he's beating himself up inside lsj,dfakdf because NO. he was just worried they might be sick of how much he LUVS U !!! and shows that through his hands and pencils <3

[greensagephase]

Alondra, I loved the Thanksgiving Nonviolent Communication Drabble!! This was just so sweet to read, especially with seeing Miguel and readers' friendship really show now that they’re starting to feel more comfortable being with one another. The fact they have dinner every Saturday now!! 🥹 and when Miguel can’t help but smile when he sees reader working with him 😭 and when he blushes a bit when reader compliments him and his cooking! its just too cute!! I can't help but say thank you every time you include the coffee cup detail, I just smile so much when I read it! The whole interaction of them trying to ask each other to have dinner with one another for Thanksgiving??!! I was giggling so much reading that, too cute! and Lyla just absolutely helping with the conversation 😂 I love how their conversations have also gotten more causal, in the way that they banter more, Miguel smiling more!! I also just love their friendship!!

The messages with the gang was so cute too, and omg this line “The whole government name...” from Hobie when Miguel finally responds 🤣 but the fact Miguel was actually open to invite everyone over for dinner too 🥹 I love how we're seeing him open up a bit more now that he's really trying to change for the better, and its just so nice seeing it come into fruition slowly. I’m so happy that Miguel is making so many new wonderful memories in his penthouse!! I keep mentioning this but I smile so much every time they say “always” to each other, I’ll never get over it! ❤️

The conversation with Peter B- first I love the way you write him too, you capture his personality really well! and just- he knows that this friendship between you and Miguel is special 🥹 and I know he's rooting for them too!! ok and the reference to Lyla's secret stash of photos 😂 of course they're appropriate photos only, right? (I love how you write Lyla too! her little quips with Miguel is always funny!!) The ending of this was really sweet too, despite Miguel holding back still with physical touch, the day that one of them comforts the other physically- I'm going to freak out (in a good way) but I still love the slowburn of it all!! I can't wait to read more and see their friendship evolve!!! I hope this doesn’t sound too cheesy but I’m thankful for coming across your story on here and just- thank you everything, and for continuing to write Nonviolent Communication, especially with how busy it can be this time of year!! Thank you, Alondra!!! ❤️✨

I couldn't help but sketch these out from this part right away!! no seriously I loved all these moments, and Miguel in the apron 👀

Hi @sunsetdoodler !! I'm so happy you loved the drabble!! I had a lot of fun writing this for different reasons, one being I just wanted a sweet and comforting moment for Thanksgiving with Miguel. Then it was also fun because it's very lighthearted compared to what I've been writing for part 11. On top of that, it was fun thinking about what their friendship looked like at this point of the year when part 11 takes place 4+ months before. Lowkey feel sad I didn't get part 11 out before then because now we'll have to jump back in time 😮‍💨 but AHH I loved the progress in their friendship and as you said, how much more casual their conversations are on top of the fact they have dinner every Saturday (I just love it so much!!). Also, Miguel throughout this entire drabble was SUCH A TREAT. I loved writing him looking at reader behind his shoulder and smiling; blushing when reader compliments him; and him cooking all of dinner (I also loved including that he had already bought everything 😭). And omg, the coffee cup detail!! I will include it as many times as I can because I love it even though it's such a small thing but so important!! Haha, the part with them talking in unison to ask each other about dinner and Lyla knowing what's going and just taking the opportunity to tease them- I had to!! I don't include Lyla a lot in the main parts but I wanted to for this and it was so much fun adding her teasing to the drabble (especially her clapping at the end for them and Miguel telling her to shut up!!

Also, the messages from the gang! I had so much fun with those! You can tell because I even went in and color coded them as much as I could with the colors Tumblr has to their assigned colors; my favorite one to do was Hobie's for the inconsistency! 🤣 The "full government name" line - the way I knew I needed to include that and have Hobie say it! Definitely one of my favorite things about this drabble, not gonna lie! I also love that Miguel found it amusing! Regarding Miguel being open to inviting them, SAME! Once again, it was fun to think of where Miguel is at months in advance (seriously, I'm upset I didn't put part 11 out sooner) and have him being open to inviting them to his home and making a new memory in his penthouse (I just want this man to feel happy in his own home, I swear 😭)! And their little "Always"! I've been feeling like maybe I'm including it too much but I love it so much because it's theirs, just for each other, so I'll just continue using it.

I'm so happy you liked Peter B's conversation and the way I wrote him! I was actually nervous about it because I haven't included much dialogue for the other spider members and I always like to keep it as close as possible to how I think they'd actually speak. So, I was literally writing that part yesterday and playing around with the structure of his statement to see what made sense while hearing Jake Johnson's voice in my head (I didn't mind it one bit because I love him but it was kind of funny I was sitting there writing this in between breaks while cooking with my family lol)! But yes, he knows it's a special friendship and he's definitely rooting for them (so is Mayday, hehe 😌)! As to Lyla's secret stash of photos - we can only hope but we're not too sure right now. Miguel has tried to look for the file but can't find it so I guess only time will tell 😂 but omg, no, writing Lyla for this drabble was so much fun, I swear! I wish I could include her more in the main series but most times reader and Miguel are having serious conversations and so it just doesn't feel right to include her sassiness but maybe now that reader and Miguel are more casual with each other, that might change! And thank you, it seriously makes me so happy that you like the way I wrote her and Peter B.!

Omg, Miguel thinking about physical touch and that whole little part just made me wish we were there already but we must remain strong! It's coming soon but not yet. I already have that part planned out and just thinking about it makes me want to scream in a good way because before we get to that good screaming part there's gonna be sad screaming and that's all I'm going to say about that but just know - reader and Miguel having intentional and full on physical contact is coming soon!!!

And @sunsetdoodler 🥺🥺 I'm thankful this story found you because you're seriously one of my fav moots! I genuinely love interacting with you whenever we get the chance to! And no need to thank me 😭but I will try my best! I wish I could've posted part 11 sooner but I've been busy decorating the exterior of my home for Christmas, which I'm not even done with lol! But thank you so much for the lovely and kind words as always!!

AND NOW LET ME TALK ABOUT THESE SKETCHES!!!! The ones with them facing each other and the visibly height difference on top of the EYE CONTACT JHDGLK (God knows I couldn't handle that but for Miguel O'Hara I will certainly try my best 🫡) - DEAD!! The way Miguel's face is so soft and he just has this look of adoration for her and just AHHH HE'S SOFT FOR READER with his raised eyebrows but then the way his face changes with Lyla when he tells her to shut up!!! SO CUTE OMG!! Then Miguel's somewhat amused expression as he reads Hobie's message (I didn't mention this earlier but I couldn't stop thinking about their interaction in ATSV when Miguel meets Miles and he's getting on to Gwen and Hobie and he tells Hobie, "I'm just gonna try and ignore you - I just can't - I can't even-" pretty sure he says "I can't even look at you"(?) at the end and Hobie's response! I like to think they still keep this kind of interaction but it's more friendly now especially with reader being what ties them together lol)! AND THEN MIGUEL IN AN APRON!!!! No because why does Miguel wearing an apron sound so comforting to me???? AND HIM DRYING HIS HANDS - I swear I'm delusional for going mad over the most basic things ever but AHHHH!! Thank you for drawing these sketches and showing them to me!!!! I LOVE EACH ONE SO MUCH 😭❤️ Also, I love Lyla at the top just watching this unfold hehe, I swear I need to include her more in the main parts but THANK YOU SO MUCH @sunsetdoodler !!!!! Also, I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving and that you found the time to relax a bit this week despite having so many projects! Thankfully the semester will be over soon and you can truly relax!!! Sending you a warm virtual hug and wishing you the best as you enter the last few weeks of the semester! You got this!!! ✨❤️✨

-Alondra

[himbeaux-on-ice]

my biggest takeaway from the weekend is that they should just rename it PK Subban’s All-Star Weekend™️ and make him the official host of the whole thing, because he improved the entire product every second he was on screen and also I love him

[compacflt]

tweet from a year ago :) <3

[ofgentleresolve]

the way i think moving blogs might help with my enthusiasm on here but also not knowing if it would actually help....

[stormyoceans]

https://x.com/luithcrewthe/status/1845015303471890485

They're trying to help you with 100 plots.

JIMMY CHANGING HIS ANSWER FROM DETECTIVE TO TEACHER BECAUSE THEY'VE ALREADY FILMED THE MOCK TRAILER FOR THEIR NEW SERIES WHERE HE'S GONNA PLAY A DETECTIVE SO TRUE (the orderlies coming in like sure grandma let's get you to your padded room)

i've actually looked up some pictures of the fanmeet on twitter and for some reason it's so funny to me that jimmy said this while wearing an outfit that made him look SO MUCH like an university professor I MEAN

(don't ask why i've saved this one particular picture. it's just..for science and stuff ;;;;;;;)

LIKE THE TURTLENECK AND THE MUTED GRAYISH GREEN OF THE ENTIRE OUTFIT JUST SCREAM DISTINGUISHED AND DEDICATED SCHOLAR SHAPING YOUNG MINDS TO MAKE THE WORLD BETTER

i actually LOVE the idea of jimmy playing a teacher, two of my favorite ideas for the 100 jimmysea series have him as one because i think it's a role that would fit him SO WELL, no matter which grade you put him in. silly kindergarten teacher taking care of kids? PERFECT. tired highschool teacher having to deal with teenagers? GREAT. hardworking professor shaping young adults towards a brighter future? AMAZING

having teacher jimmy paired with lawyer sea would be SO INTERESTING too, although im not sure if i would want something plotty for it (like jimmy having to hire a lawyer because he's been accused of something) or a slice of life kind of show like kinou nani tabeta where we just have them as an established couple going through their every day life

EITHER WAY SOMEONE AT GMMTV BETTER BE TAKING NOTES BECAUSE I NEED THIS COMBINATION OF ROLES TO HAPPEN