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Black Hole Fantasy: I'm pulling in the driveway, I'm turning off the car
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Part 1
Inspired By Works: the Shifter Stan AU made by @the-east-art! Check out her stuff, it's super good. Shout out to East!
Pairing: Stan Pines & Ford Pines, gen
Warnings: Homelessness, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse
Summary: After reconciling, Stan answers what he can while Ford asks questions about his shifting abilities. Most of them are expected from his nerdy brother: how certain shifts work, what kind of limits there are, what the deal is with partial shifts, and all that. But then Ford asks about how he found out about his abilities, andâŚand Stan debates if itâs a good idea telling his brother about his time driving in Mount Tammany. Stan cannot lie to Ford without him seeing right through it, anyway.
Notes: Wrote a majority of this today (as of posting) because I damn well know a lot of us need some comfort right now.
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Stan expected this. Itâs Ford, heâs gonna be all nerdy and ask questions and wanna know more about things he doesnât understand so he can understand them. He expected this.Â
As soon as the question leaves Fordâs mouth, he can tell it probably isnât the best thing to ask, for whatever reason that may be, because Stan tenses in his seat and his gaze darts away from his brother.Â
Stan expected this. Itâs Ford, heâs gonna be all nerdy and ask questions and wanna know more about things he doesnât understand so he can understand them. He expected this.Â
The younger twins are due to arrive within the next week or so for another summer. Stanâs surprised their parents are letting back to Gravity Fallsâdepending on what they told their parentsâbut heâs not complaining. He grew attached to those chaotic gremlins rather quickly. Theyâre family, after all. Stan knows heâs got a weak spot for âem. Ford gives him shit about it sometimes when heâs being all stubborn and grumpy. It doesnât come from a place of hypocrisy, though. Fordâs just as bad as Stan is when it comes to their niblings, and he most often admits it.
The time sailing across the vast seas on the Stan Oâ War II with Ford helped with remembering things. Stan had remembered most of his lifeâthe important bits, at least. There were still holes in his recollection here and there, still are, but important memories stuck before the rest of it. The fact that he had a twin brother named Stanford, his niblings, most of what heâs done while in Gravity Falls, the entire Portal Situation, and almost everything that has to deal with a certain triangular dream demon. When he has relapses, Ford is always there to help him remember and support him until the memories come back. Childhood can be a bit blurry sometimes. He doesnât quite remember much about their father, but Ford reassures him that heâs not someone to worry about; Stan trusts Ford. That, and the way Fordâs eyes darken every time he mentions himâŚwell, he can piece things together on his own. Some people arenât worth remembering. Thatâs okay.Â
One of the periods in his life he struggles to remember much of is the ten years before he arrived in Gravity Falls. Ford doesnât know much about them, either. When a memory from then resurfaces, it can beâŚreally shitty. Sometimes, when a relapse happens and it involves something from his years being homeless, it gets a lot harder to calm Stan down. Especially since all the memories heâs remembered from then so far have been what his niblings would call âunfairly traumaticâ. Stan knows by now where he got all his survival skills, at least.Â
There are a few memories from when he first got on the streets that arenât so bad. A few failed attempts at cheap products that got him banned in some places. He vaguely remembers his Stan Vac, the whole not-rash-causing rash-causing bandaids, little things like those. His leaky towels that made stains worse.Â
His drive up through Mount Tammany.Â
Stan remembers a particular night from that. Getting banned from New Jersey and trying his luck in the next state over. Dark nights where the skies were perfect for stargazing if heâd only let himself stay still for a few minutes. But then again, staying still for even a second on the road is the kinda thing that gets ya killed. So. He can always stargaze now, though. Ford always watched the stars when they got the chance at sea. Maybe they can do that again, now, in a place that doesnât involve a surprising constant of sea-bound critters out ta get their asses.Â
The fucking point: he remembers sitting in his car on the roadside, alone, in the middle of nowhere up on a mountain, getting all teary over his stupid fucking hands. Heâd shifted them by accident, and suddenly six fingers replaced five. Missing Ford did that kinda shit, he supposes. Intertwining a five-fingered hand with a six-fingered one nearly broke him. Stan can punch a pterodactyl in its damn face, but heâs weak when it comes to his family. To his brother.Â
Stan hopes Ford never finds out about it. He hopes he does find out about it. Itâs a complicated mess of things.Â
They sit in the chairs in the living room. Some rerun of an earlier Ducktective episode plays at low volume, perfect for background noise. Ford noticeably has a notepad and a blue-inked pen out on his lap. Stanâs counting down the seconds it takes for his brother to ask whatever questions he has on his mind. It only takes about thirty seconds for him to burst. A new record, really.Â
âCan I ask you a few questions about your shifting?â Fordâs eyes twinkle like the fucking stars.Â
Stan shrugs, genuinely open to it, âSure, why not.âÂ
Fordâs excited little smile is plenty of reward for agreeing to this. He knows if he said no, Ford would back off. Heâd be a bit disappointed, yeah, but heâd back off. Brothers are like that, yâknow.Â
His brother readies himself with his pen and all, eagerness leaking off him like some weird mist or something.Â
âHow can you shift into a mermaid but not into a partial fish shift?â
âItâs not that simple, Poindexter. Thereâre limits to it.â
The sound of a gliding pen across paper, âI suppose that makes sense. Even with Shifty, he had to learn through visualization before he could shift into something. Perhaps you mimic in a similar fashion,â There's a brief pause as Ford writes another note. âWhat are the limitations?â
âWell,â Stan grunts out a sigh, âfor one, shifts hafta be made of the same base stuff that humans are. Size is another thing. Canât shift inta somethinâ too small or too large. And, uh, partial shifts are their own thing, not very sustainable. âS why I gotta shift into a full merfolk instead âa partial fish.â
Ford nods along to his brother, scribbling notes hastily as he talks. Thereâs a sense of ease that blankets the air between them. Lounging in the tv room, talking, listening, just hanging out with each other. When was the last time they did shit like this? When was the last time it started to feel easy? Maybe itâs because heâs answerinâ the things that he does know about his shifting abilities, but a warmth blossoms in Stanâs chest at the realization of how much it reminds him of being kids. Yappinâ with each other. No arguinâ or nothinâ, justâŚyappinâ. Itâs nice.Â
âWait, soââ a readjust of Poindexterâs glasses, âThen how come youâve shifted into partial cat eyes orâŚah, the partial bear shift the kids told me about?âÂ
âIt ainât sustainable, so it doesnât last long,â Stan tries, though heâs pretty sure he just explained the partial shift thing. âWouldnât wanna randomly shift underwater, yâknow? And fish shifts are always a bitch to shift in and outta.âÂ
âAh, I see. Why are fishââ
âThe gills, nerd. Breathingâs all different anâ shit.â
âOh, well, nevermind then.â
Stan snorts at him, and Ford playfully rolls his eyes. He writes a few more notes down. Stan taps his fingers on the arm of his chair, lightly drumming out a tuneless rhythm. A companionable silence fills the room, and for once, he doesnât feel the need to replace it with some sort of sound. Probably because heâs already making noise with his tappinâ, but still. Itâs like a gentle inhale of fresh pine air, drifting around them. Itâs calm. Itâs as quiet as any ambience can be. Itâs peaceful.Â
And it only lasts for a few minutes, thankfully, because Stan mightâve started tappinâ with two hands instead of one if it went on for too long. Itâs still silence, after all. Nothing good has come with complete silence.
âGiven what youâve explainedâŚhow does your shifting work?â and this question has the stars in Fordâs eyes turning into spotlights that gleam onto Stan.Â
Stanley clicks, shrugging, âTch, I donât know.â
Ford glances up from his notepad, pen stilling, âWhat?â
âI donât know how it works, Six.â
âHow can you not know how it works? Itâs your shifting!â
âIâve been busy.â
âBut you just explainedââ
âI know some things, just not everything!â
âHowâwait, okay. What were you so busy with that you didnât explore your shifting more?â
The peaceful air thins. Thereâs a slight pressure, tension, something that threatens to smother them if they donât tread this carefully. A choking hazard.Â
Stan scoffs, a biting voice, âJeez, Six, do ya not remember beinâ shoved into a massive fuckinâ portal? And I thought I was the amnesiac.â
He winces as soon as he says it. That was a bit harsher than he intended, honestly. Itâs in the past. Sure, thereâre still some shit they gotta work out, but now wasnât the time. Why is he always biting like a wounded feral dog when it comes to shit like that? What is he, a beaten hound?Â
Ford goes sheepish, âOh, rightâŚâ
Itâs awkward. The tense air simmers like New Mexicoâs summer heat. It blazes underneath the first layer of their skin. It fizzles and crackles and makes both of the older twins fidget in their seats. Stan shifts his weight in his chair, and his finger-tappinâ gets quicker.Â
Ford clears his throat, âRight, well, Iâthank you, Stanley.âÂ
A small, fond smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. Warmth fills his chest like waves of the ocean, his heart sighing pleasant beats. Fordâs said it a number of times while they were sailing. Some nights, when the beer was cold and the stars were glistening across the vast seas, they figured out talkinâ about shit. Not everything, no, not even some of the things they probably should, but they were still important things they needed to talk about. The portal was one of them. At least, some of it. The parts that Stan remembered in flashes. Memory of its entirety came back before they returned to Gravity Falls, but he digresses. They talked about some shit, and Ford made a point of saying âthank youâ a lot more. He still does it.Â
The tense air dissipates a significant amount, easing, calming, gentle.
âYeah, whatever, Poindexter,â Stan waves it off, but he couldnât wipe the little smile on his face if he tried. âWhat else ya got, huh?â
Ford shares his own little smile, glancing down briefly at his notes, âWell, letâs seeâŚoh! How did you initially find out about your shifting?â
And the tense air returns with a sharp bite.Â
As soon as the question leaves Fordâs mouth, he can tell it probably isnât the best thing to ask, for whatever reason that may be, because Stan tenses in his seat and his gaze darts away from his brother.Â
âOf course, if you donât remember it,â Ford adds quickly, âJust the earliest you can remember.â
Stan considers what to do here. Heâs been given an out. He can just give the easy excuse that he doesnât remember. It wouldnât be too far a lie, what, with how fickle his memory from that far back can be. Itâs still a lie, though. He does remember that night driving through Mount Tammany. Although it may not be his first experience with his new-found shifting abilities, it is one of the earliest. It would be around the time he first found out, anyway.Â
And heâd promised Ford on the boat that heâd try and talk to him. They both did. They made that promise. Stan is tired of breaking things. He wonât break a promise to Ford, especially now that theyâre on much better terms. He canât risk fucking this peace up. Itâs too precious now. Thereâs been too much work and hard nights and shed tears theyâll never comment on. Stan wonât break it for anything.Â
He sighs, refusing to face Ford while he does this.Â
âIt ainât much. Just a drive through the mountains,â he forewarns, âNothinâ pretty, nothinâ ugly.âÂ
Fordâs eyes widen in momentary surprise, as if heâd expected Stan to take the out. He shakes it off, leaning in slightly. An eager listener. A nod to show he understands.Â
Alright, weâre fuckinâ doinâ this, Stan thinks.Â
A gruffer sigh, âJust been banned from Jersey, I think. A few failed business ventures or whatever, and I was drivinâ up through Mount Tammany.â
Stan ignores whatever Fordâs reaction is to him being banned from their home state. He canât handle reactions if heâs gonna commit to this. Grabbing a half-drank can of Pitt Cola, givinâ something for his hands to do. Idle hands ainât gonna do good. He canât risk havinâ idle hands that reach for violence and excuses. This ainât the time for it. Not now, not now.Â
He swallows, continuing, âItâs dark, probably in the middle of the night. Got used ta drivinâ in late hours so much I donât think it made a difference.âÂ
The scene itself starts to unravel in front of his mindâs eye. He can almost see it, hear it, smell it. He keeps talking.Â
âMind kept driftinâ, so I had ta pull over. I was wonderinâ aboutâŚpeople. Where they were, howâd they been, all that. Guess they really got to me, heh.âÂ
Ford doesnât need to ask who heâs referring to. This one, he knows. He knows what Stan is like when he talks about missing Ford. Itâs one âa those times.Â
âNot even twenty yet, yâknow. Still young enough to have a weak stomach about things. I couldnât keep drivinâ all those curves up in the mountains like that, else I was gonna crash or somethinâ. I pull over.â
Stan has to pause for a moment, swallowing again. He tries not to get lost in the memory. He fidgets with the can in his hand, thumbing across its smooth surface. Remind himself where he is. Remember heâs in a chair next to his brother, and not breakinâ at the sight of holding a five-fingered hand and a six-fingered one together. Five plus six is eleven. Itâd only been ten years when he saw Ford next after that, but it sure felt like eleven centuries with the way theyâd changed.Â
No longer lookinâ like each other. Both scared outta their minds and desperate. Theyâre twins; but back then, theyâd been strangers that shared a last name. Not even that. Stanâs used many names throughout the years. Heâs worn many faces, too. Droppinâ his shift for the first time in years, just to see his brother, had been a lot more unsettling than he thought itâd be.Â
Right, explainâ Mount Tammany.Â
Stan shakes his head lightly, ignoring his lingering thoughts of triangular portals.Â
âI felt the extra fingers before I saw âem,â a hitch of breath besides Stan, but he continues through it, âSix fingers on each hand. The last I recall, I wasnât the one with hands like that. Turns out I shifted âem without thinking.âÂ
Stan does that sometimes. In moments of heightened emotionâdistress, usuallyâhis body decides to kick into gear without askinâ Stan first and shifts itself into whatever it deems necessary to survive the situation. He heard Wendy explain it as a trauma response once. Sheâd been taking this psychology class to avoid some shitty required course that had a shitty teacher. Sheâs smart. Gonna do some pretty great shit one day, that kid. Badass enough as it is, really. What highschooler can say theyâve survived the literal apocalypse without referrinâ to a video game?Â
âI was already a weak mess at that point,â Stan hesitates, thumbing the can in his hand again. Quiet noises come from Fordâs chair, and he tries to write it off as squeaky furniture. âI, uhâŚshifted one hand back, andâŚintertwined them. âBout broke me. I was already fucked-up with drivinâ in the middle of the night, anyway. Yâknow, lackinâ sleep and all. That shit.â
Stan cannot look in Fordâs direction after heâs finished. He keeps fiddling with the Pitt can in his hand. His other hand drums a tuneless rhythm on the arm of his chair. He canât have idle hands. They reach for things. Reaching for Ford might not be a good idea right now. Hey, at least Stanâs actually thinkinâ for once in his damn life. Mabelâs childlike optimism is rubbinâ off âa him.Â
The quiet noises include a sniffle, and Stan feels something in his chest crack like a statue about to fall off a breaking cliff. Somethingâs about to break and fall into the churninâ waters below. The sea can be just as much of a hell as it can be a comfort. Lifeâs like that, he supposes. Your greatest comfort can be your easiest weak point.Â
They sit there, not talking, not looking at each other, hardly making a sound. Itâs a fragile air. Itâs a thin glass sheet. Theyâve had practice on the Stan âO War II with learning how to navigate moments like these, but this? This is something else. This is about an earlier memory of being kicked out from home. This is about when Stan learned he was just as anomalous as his brother. This is about one of the first times Stan lost a little hope. This is different. Itâs fragile, and Stanâs never been good with fragile things. He breaks what he touches. He doesnât know how to touch this without cracking the glass like a hammer to a stained glass window.Â
Neither of them breathe for a moment.Â
How the hell do you navigate a conversation like this? How did it turn into thinly-veiled raw emotion with the steadiness of a paper house? The pivot from your average sibling bickering and stupid smiles to something made of a deck of flimsy cards. A sharp pivot. A sudden pivot. Where did the fragility come from?Â
Ford, surprisingly, is the one to break the stained-glass window.Â
âLee,â his voice is thicker, choking, full of hitching breaths and sniffling that becomes all the more noticeable with the uneasy silence.Â
Stan canât help but turn to his brother as soon as that nickname is uttered. Thereâs a lump in his throat at the sight of Fordâs red-rimmed eyes behind the guise of his blocky glasses. He doesnât have it in him to swallow it down.Â
Okay, theyâre doing this. Great. This is fine.Â
âSix,â Stan responds, and he sounds just as bad as Ford.
He ignores the prickling droplets in his eyes.Â
âYouâwhen didââ words come tumbling out of Fordâs mouth like foreign concepts of another dimension.Â
âItâs fine, Poindexter,â an attempt at waving things off, even with how messy their voices are right now, because he cannot stand seeing his brother look so distressed.
âItâs not fine, Stanley.â
â...Itâs not.â
âYou were banned from Jersey?â
Starting there, okay.
ââS what happens when yer products are a total sham.âÂ
âIâyes, I get that, I justâŚI saw the commercials. Thought you figured it out, and notâŚâ
âYou saw the commercials?â
A pause, âAh, well, yes. It was the only time I ever saw you.âÂ
Something about that twists a heart or two. Neither of them can tell if itâs their own or each otherâs. It doesnât matter, really. It twists all the same.Â
âYou went through Mount Tammany?â Ford continues.Â
âHeaded towards Pennsylvania. Business opportunities and all that.â
âAh.â
âYeah.â
Moses, theyâre pushing towards seventy and still this awkward? What are they, pre-teens?
âCan you show me?â Ford is so quiet that Stan almost doesnât hear him.
âUh, what?â
âJustâyou said you shifted into six fingers, soâŚâ the shrug he gives is a little unlike him, but this entire conversation is a little unlike them. Too many emotions going âround in a circus display of some spin-top toy.Â
WellâŚnot exactly where Stan thought this conversation would go, but itâs not a bad direction. Just show his brother that he can have six-fingered hands like he does. Heâs done it before. Itâs not the shift that holds a heavy weight behind it, but itâs the reason Fordâs even asking. Heâs not gonna point out that Fordâs already seen him with similar hands before.Â
Stan tears a hole in the paper house, and he nods.Â
Ford watches with a gaze ofâŚsomething. Careful curiosity is in there somewhere. Along with whatever else is racinâ through his damn head. Lots of things today, huh?
Stan doesnât need to concentrate as much as he usually does with partial shifts. This one is something heâs practiced and done so often that itâs instinctual. In fact, he glances down and notices one of his hands already has six fingers. He shifts the other to match. Ford stares. He fidgets with his own six-fingered hands. They twitch like they wanna reach out. Stan feels that echo in his knuckles, his joints, the bones of his wrists and hands and even in his sockets.Â
Stan slowly reaches out first.Â
Ford spares a darting glance at his face, and he meets him halfway.Â
They hold hands.Â
The very much not-there-at-all tears glide down Stanâs face. Fordâs sniffling again as his breath hitches again. Quiet sounds flitter around the room. Little sounds. Sounds they wonât admit to making because that means admitting to crying over holding hands, and they sure as hell ainât gonna do that. Doing that means facing the truth of how heavy it feels. Holding hands with your brother isnât supposed to be heavy. Heâs seen Mabel and Dipper hold each otherâs hands, and they certainly donât get weepy over it. Not that Stan would dare to make fun outta them if they did, no, he rather shift in and out of beinâ a fish a million times before he even thinks about doinâ such a thing.Â
Ford squeezes, and Stan squeezes back.Â
A deck of flimsy cards topples over and scatters across the floor in a whirlwind of sad old men and old wounds.Â
Little birds keep close together for winter.Â
A sparrow holds his brotherâs hand, and it brings more comfort than heâd thought possible. Maybe the scared teen that drove through Mount Tammany heals a little. Maybe the lost kid that cried over his hands while stranded alone in his car starts to smile again.Â
A small, teary smile tugs at the corner of Stanâs mouth.
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#oatmeal ink pens#shifter stan au#gravity falls#stan pines#stanley pines#stangst#angst#part 2#oneshot#hurt/comfort#inspired by the song Black Hole Fantasy by The Crane Wives
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I'm⌠I'm fine. I'm fit as a fiddle.
#giselle philip#robert philip#enchanted#robselle#disneyedit#enchantededit#amy adams#patrick dempsey#enchanted 2007#rucksack*#happy Giselle Discovers She Loves Chest Hair day everyone#there's truly so much I love about this scene#the way she presses her hand against his bare chest ? tangles her fingers in his chest hair ??#the way she literally cannot stop /looking/ at his chest ? and then his lips ? ?#the way her gaze is stuck on the spot he was in after he pulls away and her fingers twitch ?? ?#just. this is Real Cinema baby
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still tasting you lando norris x you (older piastri sister) rating â 18+ (sex, coarse language) requested by @sublimebarbie for monzamusings â¨
âIâm about to act up if we donât get out of here soon.â
Lando's voice was hushed and close, barely audible over the loud music but you heard him; you heard the suggestion in his tone - eyes dark when you peered into them, scorching through your soul.Â
The room was a blur â bodies everywhere, EDM vibrating through the floor and syphoning up the ceiling, making your head spin. The shots on the way in didnât help your sense of direction, the tequila tasting bitter on the tip of your tongue as you followed your brother; a chain of McLaren employees all fighting their way through the dense crowd. It was loud, raised voices trying to figure out where we were being dragged. Truthfully, it was almost too much.Â
Until you saw him. His navy button down shirt stuck to his tanned skin, black thick-rimmed sunglasses shielding his bloodshot eyes, bright toothy smile reflecting the flashing lights. He was the embodiment of âdance like nobodyâs watchingâ with his arm raised in the air, singing along to a remix of No Diggity. Carefree, giving zero fucks until he saw you.Â
To the outside looking in, you two were friendly - he was your younger brother's teammate, after all. But in the shadows, there were unspeakable acts of pleasure occurring that had you both sworn to secrecy. Quick glances, ghosting touches, passionate make out sessions behind motorhomes and late night rendezvous in hotel rooms. It was the whole âsneaking aroundâ cliche and you loved it.Â
Especially when he looked at you like that.Â
Like youâd hung the stars in the sky, like there was nobody else in the room but you. He was ravenous and completely enamoured; rendered speechless every single time.Â
Granted, you looked hot. Intentionally. You craved his undivided attention and you had it in spades. Heâd slipped away from the DJ booth as soon as he saw you lining up for a drink - chatting away with his PR manager and pretending like you couldn't feel his searing presence behind you.Â
âHey guys,â Lando cooly greeted, smiling brighter than the sun.
âHey hun, I'm ordering drinks - what do you want?â Sophie asked, waiting a beat for Landoâs answer and getting nothing in return, âLando?â
âHuh?â he mumbled, tearing his gaze away from you to his media manager who was still waiting for his drink order, but now with a sly smirk on her face, âCouldnât hear you over the music.â He tried to play it off and she simply hummed in agreement and turned back to the bartender.
âSmooth,â you whispered playfully, pulling him into a friendly side hug, âCongrats on the win⌠must feel amazing.âÂ
Lando nodded and ran his hands through his hair - you'd noticed he always did that when he was nervous. His cheeks would flush, eyes would dart to anywhere but yours and his fingers would find the frayed ends of his gorgeous curls. All tell tale signs that he was into you.Â
âYeah, it doesâŚâ he agreed, nodding and chewing the inside of his cheek, âNot as amazing as you look but still pretty good.â
He could turn it on when he wanted to. And it made you blush as your idle hands playfully swatted him away until you spotted your little brother strolling over to the two of you with a smile.Â
âHey mate,â Oscar greeted happily, patting his teammate on the shoulder, âCelebrating?â
âAbsolutely,â Lando enthused and held up his vodka soda with a grin, âIs Lily here?â
âYeah sheâs talking to someone. Thought iâd just come over and make sure my sister wasnât annoying you again,â he winked, knowing that you were the least annoying person he knew.Â
So you rolled your eyes and started to walk away, âRich coming from you, kid.â
Oscar simply laughed, none the wiser to your arrangement with his teammate, âDonât have too much fun and remember which side of the garage youâre related to, yeah?â âYeah, yeah.â you brushed him off and slyly grasped Landoâs wrist, dragging him off into the sea of sweaty bodies and debauchery.Â
It didnât take long for his hands to find a place on your swaying hips, entranced by the way they moved to the music reverberating through your chest. It was hot, in more ways than just the temperature rising in the room as capacity hit. Landoâs breath swept across the back of your neck as he leaned in, so close to pressing his lips to the soft spot between your ear and shoulder that gifted him with the sweetest sounds he had ever heard.
It took every ounce of will power to save it for the bedroom.Â
But he was fighting a losing battle.Â
âIâm about to act up if we donât get out of here soon.â
You couldn't stop the smirk tugging on the corners of your lips as his confession washed over you. So you spun around in his arms and leaned in a little closer than "friendly".
But you didn't care â you needed him.
âThen take me somewhere and do something about it.â
Thatâs all it took. Five little words had you pressed up against the wall of the lavish bathroom. The lighting was dim, nothing but a single sconce illuminating the copper walls and the gorgeous vanity you were perched upon. It was clumsy, all teeth as you kissed the man holding you up, legs sprawled and mewls slipping from your ruby lips. Tongue tied and breathless, all the things to make a quickie, a quickie.Â
âSo fucking tight,â Lando grumbled as he pumped two fingers into you, the dampened string of what resembled a pair of panties haphazardly pulled to the side.
âNeed to fuck me good then, hey.â It was a taunt fuelled by carnal need and desire - Lando simple nodded and lazily nipped at the skin exposed on your neck.Â
âGonna fuck you so good, baby.â
He was painfully hard, which made unzipping his ridiculously tight trousers even harder than usual. But he managed to do it without missing a beat, fingers still delving into the depths he craved to feel squeezing his aching dick. Heâd thought about it all day, even had to have a cold shower because of how fucking obsessed he was with the way you felt around him, clenching like you were now around his thick digits.Â
âWeâve gotta be quick so leave everything on,â you whispered with a devilish glint in your hungry eyes, fiddling with his belt buckle.
Lando wasnât going to protest, in fact he loved the idea of having you like this - fully clothed with only your cute, black lacy panties pulled to the side for him to slide into. He couldnât wait any longer. His trousers and pants were hastily shoved down just enough to free him, the slick coat of excitement cooled by the air and sending a chill down his spine. Until he removed his fingers and ran himself through your folds, eliciting the sound of an angel, heaven sent.
âWe good?â he asked sweetly and you nodded with pleading eyes, sealing a layer of consent before nudging his tip into you.Â
A chorus of moans harmonised between the two of you, pleasantly satisfied by the intimacy as he shuffled forward with a gentle huff. It felt too good to have him inside you, filling you up with a delicious fullness you constantly craved from him. Itâs all you needed after a long day of yearning and discreetly glancing across the garages - all you could think about was this moment, where it was just you and him; so outrageously turned on that you couldnât wait to get back to his hotel. Desperately devoted.
âFeels unbelievable, baby,â you praised in a breathy moan, head tilted back against the already steamed up mirror hanging behind you.
âHaving you like this is a fucking dream,â Lando practically growled as he pulled down the top of your dress and kissed the tops of your breasts, âSo beautiful.âÂ
Everything felt heightened as you relaxed against the vanity, fully trusting his tight grip and letting go of all inhibitions. Thatâs how you felt with Lando - walls down and no longer scared to feel it all with someone. And god, it felt good to purge all the pent up lust and aching to have him like this, panting and whispering filth into your ear; every word and jut surmounting to the knot in your stomach snapping to ribbons all at once. Your rushed words pathetically coming out in a whine.
âLan⌠Baby Iâm gonna- fuck, Iâm so close.âÂ
âShhh, I got you darling, come âf meâŚâ he sweetly whispered, easing you over the edge as his fingers caressed the bundle of nerves between your thighs like precious cargo.Â
You chanted his name over and over and over again, fingernails clutching his clothed back for leverage as you convulsed in pleasure, shockwaves hitting every nerve in your body as he spilled into you with an exasperated groan. He was beautiful, all flushed and fucked out as he pressed his forehead to yours, weary eyes locked in once again.Â
âSome of our best yet, I reckon,â Lando whispered, his smirking lips ghosting yours.Â
You chuckled and gave him a quick kiss as you slid down off the vanity, readjusting your panties to their usual position. There was a short beat before you glanced back up at him with a smile, fingertips instinctively tracing the angles of his sharp jaw.Â
âOh, weâre just getting started, baby.âÂ
a/n â something a bit different! i've always wanted to explore a lando x older piastri sister because well, this fic series exists and older reader stories just hit harder and are a lot easier for me to write. so let me know what you think!
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My Dragon ~ Aemond x wife!Reader
warnings: mentions of Aemond's eye injury, some angst & fluff
word count: 1.0k
note: pure fluffy dad!Aemond goodness! was stuck on this idea for a while, hope you enjoy this little piece!
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You returned to your chambers after a long day, desperate for nothing more than a long, hot bath and the soft furs of the bed you shared with your husband. You had spent the day with your good sister Helaena. Though once only sisters through friendship, you were truly sisters now after the marriage to her younger brother.Â
As you opened the doors to your chambers, it was unusually quiet. You closed the door behind you, listening to the crackling of the hearth. You spot the back of Aemondâs head, seated on the settee facing the dancing flames. His head is angled downwards; no doubt he has stayed up late with his nose in a book as you often find him.Â
Though he never admits it after the fact, youâd caught him on more than one occasion fast asleep on the settee or in his chair, a book open-faced in his lap.Â
You smile softly as you approach, careful not to startle him.Â
âMy loveâŚâ you call softly, to which Aemond turns his head.Â
He purses his lips slightly, bringing a hand to his mouth shushing you. Your eyebrows concave together in confusion, which ebbs as you walk closer. Aemond has forgotten his usual book this evening; instead, your sleeping daughter rests her head on his lap, fast asleep, her small chest rising and falling with each breath.Â
Her silver curls are splayed every which way, her nose whistling with every breath she exhales.Â
âIt is late my love,â you playfully tease, keeping your voice a low whisper so as not to wake her.
âI know,â Aemond says, his voice just as soft, âWe lost track of time.â
You smile, walking behind him to place your hands on his shoulders. Though only in her fourth year of life, your little dragon has the Targaryen prince wrapped around her little finger. Aemond brings a hand to rest on top of yours, pulling it from his shoulder and pressing a gentle kiss on the back of your hand.Â
âDid you have a nice time?â he murmurs against the back of your hand, his breath causing gooseflesh to appear.Â
You hum in response. âI did. You know how I enjoy spending time with Helaena. Though I must admit, my legs do ache.â
You had spent most of the day walking through the gardens with the princess, helping her add to her collection of curious creatures and oddities. You loved Helaenaâs hobbies and were more than happy to indulge her. But the day was long under the hot summer sun, and it left you eager for bed.Â
âShall I call for someone to draw you a bath?â Aemond asks as you lean to rest your chin on his shoulder.
âIt tis alright,â you assure him, âDo not trouble yourself.â
âIt is no trouble, you know this,â he insists, glancing at you sideways. You made sure to rest upon the shoulder where he can see you with his functioning eye.Â
You remove your hand from him, caressing the leather eyepatch he wears.Â
âYou must be uncomfortable,â you tell him softly, stroking the worn leather. It begins to irritate him on days such as this one when the heat causes the leather to chafe the skin of his cheek.Â
The weather is strange these days, getting so hot during the day and then dropping significantly during the night. Aemondâs violet eye flickers down at your sleeping child. How perfect she looks, the perfect combination of both of you. A miracle made of your love. You sense his hesitation.
âShe shall not be afraid, my love,â you assure him.
âHow can you know?â he says, looking down away from your comforting gaze.Â
Aemond had always been fearful of how others reacted to his injury. You remembered in your youth before he had begun courting you, how youâd learned of why he wore the patch. It was Helaena who informed you that Aemond wished to not frighten the ladies of the court.
âPrince Aemond should not wish for a weak stomached woman anyhow,â you had snapped, as other ladies had snickered at his injury. âWomen say they wish to marry a warrior, then faint at the scars from battle. How distasteful.âÂ
Helaena had told Aemond how youâd come to his defense. Youâd been the apple of the Princeâs eye ever since. Well, until the birth of your little one. Two women now completely owned the dragon princeâs heart.Â
âA motherâs intuition,â you assure him, moving to remove the patch. Aemond freezes for a moment but relaxes into your touch as you place the eyepatch on the table, revealing his magnificent sapphire.Â
You stroke your finger along the scar, admiring how the sapphire reflects the light from the hearth.Â
âMy dragon,â you murmur, cupping his sharp chin in your hand, and pressing a gentle kiss to the scarred tissue.Â
Aemond sighs, his chest rumbling. You can see a flicker of desire in his violet eye at your praise. Your daughter stirs then, perfect face scrunching as her pale lashes flutter open. She looks up at you with wide violet eyes before throwing her small arms around your neck.
âMuĂąa!â she says sleepily, arms heavy around your neck.Â
âHello my love,â you softly croon, pulling her completely into your arms, âHow was your day?â
She buries her face into the crook of your neck and you inhale the lilac scent of her hair. How you enjoy the moments with your companions, but oh how you miss your daughter by the end.
âWe went exploring all day! And we went flying on Vhagar,â she chatters away, âSunfyre even joined us! Kepus flew right next to us!â
âDid he now?â you ask with a chuckle. Aegon was a surprisingly delightful uncle.Â
Aemond stands then, still facing slightly away. You reach for his hand, pulling him closer. Your daughter looks at him, the smile never leaving her face. Aemond turns his head slowly, revealing the scarred tissue and brilliant sapphire. You hold your breath, waiting for your little girlâs reaction.Â
She stares, unblinking, before reaching out to touch his face.Â
âBlue is my favorite color,â she informs, turning back to you, âDid you know Sunfyre likes to sing? I donât think Vhagar enjoys singing, her songs are rather deep. It shakes the windows of the Keep! MuĂąÄzma was quite cross with her!â
You glance at your husband, watching his cheeks turn red. You smile so brightly that your cheeks begin to ache. There was never anything for him to fear. She adores him all the same.
As do you.
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Hey queen what about a lil fic of reader with one of the boys (u can pick whoever!!) where it's her first healthy relationship and May be she thanks them for being nice and he's just like ummm I don't wanna be mean to u
Thanks for requesting lovely!
James Potter x fem!reader ⥠1k words
You have a habit of complaining into the void. Itâs not the first text you send James griping about your day at work and it likely wonât be the last, but youâre surprised when the result is him turning up at your desk with flowers and a coffee.Â
âJames,â you say dumbly, looking up in absolute astoundment as he sets the flowers carefully by your keyboard and bends down for a kiss.Â
âHi, angel.â James presses the coffee into your hand. Spots the empty desk next to yours and, with a quick glance around, steals the chair, sitting beside you. âAre you still on your lunch break?âÂ
âIâyeah.â Your brain canât quite make sense of him at your work. Itâs like being a kid and seeing your teacher at the store. James, with his casual clothes and easy smile, doesnât belong in this place. âIâve got twenty minutes left. What are you doing here?âÂ
âYou seemed like you were having a rough morning,â he says simply. âI thought I might see if I could come and make you feel a bit betterâdon��t worry, I brought supplies.âÂ
He shrugs out of one strap of his backpack, swinging it around onto his lap and pulling out a small vase. James seems too distracted to have noticed your stupefaction.Â
âDo you have a sink around here?âÂ
You point him towards the break room and he hurries off, returning a minute later to arrange your flowers in the vase.Â
âI know it might be silly,â he says, as he works with a care that belies his words, âbut I was thinking that if I was stuck in one place all day, it might help me to have something nice to look at. I considered getting you a mirror, but I thought you may have grown used to that particular sight so I ought to mix it up.â
James glances up to catch your reaction to the last bit, dimples appearing when you fluster. As he sits back down, his gaze roams your workspace, largely empty as most of your coworkers have gone to lunch. He swivels the chair from side to side absentmindedly, his knees brushing yours with each pass. It feels like someone striking a match.Â
âI didnât know you had so few windows in here.â He blows out a breath. âWe should hit a park or something after youâre off tonight, get you some time in the sun.âÂ
âThat sounds nice,â you say, lifting the coffee in your hand to your lips reflexively.Â
Itâs not until you register the taste that you think to look at the logo on the cup. Itâs from your favorite coffee shop, the one with only one location, which you almost never go to because itâs so far from where you work and live.Â
âJames,â you say, voice soft with wonder, âdid you go all the way across town to get this?âÂ
âYeah.â He smiles, tilting his head sideways to rest it on his palm. âThatâs the one you like, right?âÂ
âYeah, butâŚâ You shake your head, grinning. âYouâre crazy,â you say, when you mean to say Youâre incredible.Â
âCrazy for you.â He makes a disgusted face as he says it, laughing at himself. You canât bring yourself to do the same.Â
You remember a time, not so long ago, when you would have felt lucky if the person you were dating responded to your texts at all. James has responded in person, with kind words and gifts and a thoughtfulness thatâs going to brighten not just the rest of your day but your week. Youâve no idea what to do with this much sweetness.Â
You shake your head again. âThank you. Seriously, Iâthis is too nice. Youâre soââ You lean forward, running your forefinger over the stubble on his jaw as you peck him on the lips. His smile leaps up on his face. âYouâre so sweet to me, Jamie. Thank you.âÂ
âI donât mind, sweetheart, really.â James palms the back of your elbow, his touch trailing down to your wrist as you pull away. âI like doing things for you. You deserve it.âÂ
You smile at him, letting the sincerity in his voice warm your chest. âNobodyâs ever been this nice to me before,â you admit.Â
Jamesâ expression heavies slightly, a divot forming in between his brows. You feel embarrassed for having said it. You donât mean to sound self-pitying, you only want James to understand how much you appreciate him, how unprecedented he is for you.Â
He smooths his thumb over the hairs on your arm. âI want you to be happy,â he says, a carefulness to his words thatâs so unlike his usual quick, energetic way of speaking. âAngel, Iâve got no reason to be anything but nice to you, because it makes me happy to see you happy. Itâs likeââ He glances away from your face for a moment, biting the inside of his cheek as he thinks. âLike Iâm getting to see you the way youâre supposed to be, does that make sense?â
He looks to you for confirmation. You can only stare back at him in stunned silence, horrendously in love and falling deeper by the second. James must find whatever heâs looking for in your expression, though, because he gives your wrist a friendly squeeze and goes on.Â
âYouâre supposed to be happy. Youâre supposed to be treated nicely, no matter who youâre with, but Iâm happy to be the person who gets to treat you that way.â He lifts his eyebrows as though to be sure youâre listening, lips quirking slightly. âAnd youâre nicer than nice to me, so I donât want to hear any of this crap about bringing you flowers and a coffee being too nice. Got it?âÂ
Your face is a furnace. You donât know how to respond.Â
James grins, looking ten percent smug and ninety percent smitten. âSay okay, sweetheart.âÂ
âOkay,â you echo, unable to help breaking into a smile of your own. âThanks.âÂ
James groans. He grabs the seat of your chair, rolling you closer to him until your knees are on either side of his. âEnough with the thanks,â he chides, more laughter than irritation in his tone. âThose other people sound like assholes, lovely. Weâve gotta up your standards.âÂ
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Omg yay!! Ok obviously feel free to decline this since the subject matter could be rough for some people but, canon Bennyâs reaction to what happened to Kathy was definitely my least fav part of the film and I need it to be rectified through ficđđ˝. So could you write something about the aftermath of something like that happening to reader when her and Benny have been dating for a while? Im starved for caring and protective Benny unfortunately
Starve no more, anon ;) I have more protective Benny fics in the works! I made this one as a one shot to my Benny x Bunny series, hope that's okay! (This ISN'T the next part to Little Bunny! It's just a little one shot for after they're together ;) I'm working on getting the next part posted tonight!)
Word Count- 1.1k
Summary- Benny couldn't possibly want you after what almost happened, right?
TW- SA, 18+
*Please don't read if you are uncomfortable with the content!
Life Raft (Benny Cross x Shy!Reader)
Benny was going to be so upset with you.
Your hands shook from the adrenaline still coursing through your veins. You blinked and the tears burning your eyes threatened to spill over. Kathyâs hand rubbed the spot between your shoulder blades soothingly as she sat on the edge of the bed with you. Downstairs, you could hear the party wrapping up, Johnny and Funny Sonny trying to get everybody to leave. The party was over, too many bad things had happened for everyone to just pretend they didnât see it, pretend they didnât hear it.
You swallowed roughly, the events of the last hour still looping in your mind. The way his cold eyes raked over your body, the way he smiled sinisterly as you backed away. The course palm of his hand that wrapped around your throat, pinning you against the wall. His hot breath fanning across your mouth as his tongue invaded. His other hand going up your skirt, grazing the line of your panties.Â
You squeezed your eyes shut at that part. You had screamed, but Benny wasnât there. Kathy wasnât there. Zipco wasnât there. Brucie wasnât there. You were alone with this man, prey to this predator. And who even was this man? You hadnât seen him before, even though he wore the colors you had been so used to seeing almost every day. More chapters were popping up everywhere and with it, came new faces to the parties, meetings and picnics. Strangers, dangerously prowling through the club now, waiting for opportunities of solitude to attack.
You had only left the bonfire for a moment, telling Benny that you were going inside to grab a soda from the fridge. They only ever had beer coolers outside by the fire. You would only be gone for a moment. But a moment was all this animal needed as he stalked into the kitchen after you.
You were alone and that realization sent ice through your veins. This animal could do whatever he wanted, and you were powerless to stop it.
And then suddenly Johnny was there, grabbing this man and throwing him away from you. You were stuck against the wall, frozen in fear as you watched Wahoo and Corky jump into the fight as well. The two dragged the man out of the room, heading for the back door.
âHey, kid, you okay?â Johnny asked, trying to make eye contact with your frantic gaze. He reached out slowly and pulled the hem of your dress back down to cover your trembling legs. âCâmon, let Kathy get you upstairs.â
You hadnât even realized Kathy was there too now. She wrapped her arms around you, guiding you to the stairs.Â
âBâBenny?â You tried to ask and Johnny nodded.Â
âIâll get him for ya,â he said, eyes empathetic.
That seemed to be hours ago. Or maybe it was only a few minutes. You werenât sure; everything felt a little hazy. However long it was, Kathy never left your side, having planted herself next to you. You tried to say something to her, to thank her, but your throat was too dry and your mind too incoherent. You felt dirty and scared and you just wanted to go home.Â
Benny was going to be so upset with you.Â
Footsteps climbed the stairs and you stiffened at the sound. Benny appeared in the doorway and you wanted to sob. The man you wanted to run to, the man you wanted to hold you tight and carry you back to safety stood there, a dark expression on his face. With one look at Kathy, he dismissed her. She squeezed your arm gently.Â
âIâll be right downstairs if ya need me,â she promised softly and then she was gone. Benny closed the door behind her and a heavy silence filled the bedroom.
Your heart raced as he moved to stand at the dresser across from you. You could see the tension radiating from him and you swallowed back any kind of hope for him to love you still.Â
âWhat happened?â he asked finally, his voice wavering with barely-controlled anger.
âI-I just wanted a pop. I just came in-inside and heâhe . . . I couldnâtâcouldnât get awayââ The words tumbled out of your mouth incoherently.Â
âWhich one?âÂ
You looked up at him through your tear-soaked lashes. âIâI donât . . . Did Johnny notââ
âJohnny didnât tell me who. Just told me . . .â His words died as he looked at the purple marks forming on your neck. His jaw clenched hard and he looked away from you. Your heart sunk at the action. He couldnât even look at you anymore. He was so disgusted that he couldnât even look at you. You could feel him slipping through your fingers and total desperation hit you like a wave. The ocean, you thought, that's what it felt like. You were lost in the middle of the ocean and a storm broke a nasty hole in your tiny ship. You were sinking, drowning in that vast, dark water.
The tears broke free from their dam and rolled down your cheeks as a sob caught in your throat. âIâmâIâm so sorry, BâBenny. Please forgive me.â
âForgive you?â He looked back at you but you couldnât face his hard gaze.Â
Looking down at your lap, you cried. âPlease donât be upset with mâme. Iâm sorry.â
He crossed the distance between you, lowering himself to his knees before you. You squeezed your eyes shut to avoid his gaze, heart shattering in your chest.
His warm hands enveloped yours tightly. âBunny.â
Please donât leave me here to pick myself up, you wanted to say. Please donât abandon me to this darkness, I'm already drowning. I'm still me. I'm still your girl.
âBunny, look at me.â His voice was so soft, just barely above a whisper.Â
You obeyed his gentle command. His face was inches below yours, eyes examining. Slowly, he lifted his hand and his fingertips ghosted over the bruises forming on your throat. His brows pinched together but his eyes were soft as they returned to yours. His fingers traveled over the curve of your jaw and up to swipe the heavy flow of tears from beneath your eyes.
âI could never be upset with you, Bunny," he whispered. âI could never.âÂ
Your hands came up to grip his wrists as if he were a life raft holding you afloat. His hands, you realized, were shaking slightly and you held even tighter, anchoring him to you.Â
âIâm not angry with you. Iâm angry with myself. Angry that I wasnât there to protect you.â His voice wavered, tears rimming his beautiful blue eyes. âI promised to always protect you and I wasnât there. Iâm so sorry, Bunny. Iâm so, so sorry.â
Words failed you, but you never needed them for Benny. You threw your arms around his neck, burying yourself into his chest. He reacted immediately, pulling you impossibly close as he moved to sit on the bed beside you. You cried, and he let you.
And when Johnny came to check on you, thatâs how he found you: curled into your Benny's chest, his arms a protective shield from the rest of the world as he whispered into your ear, hands running gently through your hair. And Johnny knew that youâd be okay, because you had Benny. And Benny would be okay because Johnny and his boys had already taken care of the ex-Vandal who dared to lay a hand on their little bunny.
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Caitlin Clark X Reader
Courtside Secrets
The fever game is intense and the energy in the arena is magnified. Youâre in your usual spot, sitting just a few rows behind the bench. Cheering loudly every time your girl makes an amazing play. Sheâs in her element playing with a confidence thatâs impossible to ignore, and you can feel the pride in your chest. But your excitement simmers every time you feel another gaze in your direction. It happens more often than you like to admitâŚ
Tonight is no different and just before halftime a guy a few seats down leans your way, giving you a casual friendly smile thatâs a little too comfortable.
âYouâre always here, huh?â he says raising his voice to be heard over the crowd. âYou must be a big fan.â
You nod politely, sending him a small smile. âYeah, I guess you could say that.â
âWell, maybe you could show me around sometime. I donât know many people who are this dedicated to the game⌠I kinda like that.â he says, his eyes checking you out as he watches you.
Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Caitlin glancing over. Sheâs usually focused and unbothered by anything off the court, but tonight her gaze stays on you for a moment too long and her eyes narrowing as she takes in the guyâs obvious interest. You see the way her lips press into a hard line before she pulls her gaze away, channeling her frustration into the game.
When the second half starts Caitlinâs intensity has somehow turned up even more. Sheâs putting on a show driving to the basket with an aggression that makes it clear sheâs got something to prove. She sinks a lay up and for a brief moment her eyes lock with you, the fire in her gaze unmistakable. Itâs as if each point, each block, is a silent message to everyone else in the arena telling them exactly who youâre here for.
If the extra intensity was supposed to discourage peopleâŚ.itâs not working. During a timeout a woman a few rows down catches your eye and walks over, flashing you an excited smile.
âYou must be her lucky charm or somethingâ she says nodding toward Cait, who is breathing hardâŚher focus on the court. âI see you at every game. She really knows how to put on a show, doesnât she?â
You nod, giving her a polite smile. âYeah, sheâs amazing.â
The woman tilts her head and eyes sparkling with interest. âMaybe after the game, you could show me around the area? Itâs my first time in town⌠I could buy you a drink.â
You hesitate trying to think of a polite way to brush her off without giving away too much. Youâre here for Caitlin of courseâŚand part of you wants to make it clear, to shut down any hint of interest. But you both agreed that keeping things low key was the best way to protect her during this rookie season. So instead, you kindly thank the woman and turn back to the game.
Still the moment doesnât go unnoticed by Cait. You see her jaw tighten from where sheâs standing and when she returns to the court, her frustration is there. Sheâs relentless in every play almost as if sheâs trying to make a point to every single person who thinks they can just walk up to you. She scores again and againâŚbarely celebrating with her team, her eyes returning to you between plays, her frustration clear in every look she shoots your way.
When the game finally ends and the crowd begins to dwindle downâŚyou linger in the seats, waiting for her. But before you can move, another guy (someone whoâs clearly noticed you are in regular attendance at Caitlinâs games) approaches with a confident grin.
âHeyâ he says, offering his hand. âIâve seen you around here a lot. Huge Clark fan, right? Maybe we could link up and go to a game together?â
The idea that anyone else could think youâre freeâŚthat they have a chance to steal even a moment of your attention, feels almost laughable. But youâre still stuck unsure of how to respond without making things complicated for Caitlin. Before you can even respond, you feel a hand slide around your waistâŚwarm and unmistakable.
âSorry, we already have plansâ Caitlin says her voice smooth but her grip is firm as she shoots the guy a look that would send anyone backing away. He mumbles a quick apology and disappears into the crowd.
Caitlin turns to you her face a mix of irritation and something deeper, almost raw vulnerability hidden behind her jealousy. âWe need to goâ she says her tone low with unspoken frustration. She doesnât wait for a response, simply intertwining her fingers with yours and leading you out through a side exit into a quiet hallway away from the crowd.
The silence stretches and itâs heavy, until she finally lets out a sigh running a hand through her hair. âDo you have any idea how hard it is to watch them hit on you? To see them trying to make plans with you, thinking they actually have a shot?â
You reach for her other hand, squeezing gently. âBaby, iâm only here for you. I donât flirt backâŚI donât even encourage them. You know that.â
She meets your gaze, her frustration clear but her tone softening. âThen why donât you just shut them down? Tell them youâre taken⌠tell them youâre with me.â
You glance around remembering all the conversations youâve had, all the times you both agreed to keep things low key, especially during her rookie year. âBecause we agreed this was for the bestâŚfor your career. We didnât want anyone making a mess of things and taking away whatâs ours, remember?â
She lets out a frustrated sigh looking down at your hands, her thumb rubbing gentle circles against your skin as she contemplates with her emotions. âI knowâŚbut watching them act like youâre free, like they can just take you out..it drives me insane.â
Her grip on your hands tightens, her gaze intense as she continues. âYouâre mine Y/N and I hate that I canât just make it clear to everyone. I canât sit there and pretend it doesnât matter when all I want to do is tell the whole arena youâre with me.â
You step closer running your free hand gently up her arm until youâre holding her face, forcing her to meet your eyes. âI know itâs hard baby, but itâs only temporary. After this season weâll tell everyoneâŚweâll let the whole world know. But for now we know Iâm yours, whether anyone else knows it or not.â
She closes her eyes leaning into your touch, letting out a soft sigh as if sheâs finally letting go of some of the tension thatâs been building up all night. âItâs just hardâ she says, her voice barely above a whisper. âI donât want anyone else thinking they have even a chanceâŚit pisses me off.â
âBabe, no one else is even closeâ you assure her, your voice steady. âYouâre the only one Iâm here for, Cait. I donât care what anyone else thinks.â
She pulls you closer her arms wrapping around you tightly as she rests her forehead against yours. For a moment itâs just the two of you, wrapped up in the quiet. Caitlinâs jealousy, her protectiveness is something youâre used to seeing. You know that every possessive look, every intense glare is her way of showing how much you mean to her.
âYou know what, baby?â she murmurs, her lips brushing against your forehead. âOnce the seasonâs over, Iâm telling everyone. Iâm done watching from the sidelines while everyone else thinks they can get close to you.â
You smile, your heart swelling at the fierce determination in her voice. âThen itâs a deal, sweetness. Once the seasonâs over, we donât have to hide anymore.â
She pulls back, just enough to look into your eyesâŚher expression soft but her gaze showing the same intensity. âUntil then, Iâll be counting down the days.â she says softly, her voice thick with promise.
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Grace and Arrogance - James Beaufort x Fem!Reader
pairing: james beaufort x fem!reader
synopsis: amidst playful bickering, the dynamic between you and james transforms from turmoil to bliss when james sheds his facade of arrogance to reveal hidden admiration.
word count: 2.1k
warnings/tags: mentions of a car accident, fluff with james beaufort
a/n: hello everyone! it's been a while since my last post because i haven't really had any inspiration and time over the past months but after watching maxton hall last week, i just couldn't help but write! ! i wrote this in like an hour on my notes app so it may seem a bit rushed but that's okay :>
if youâd like to check out my other works, you can check the pinned post in my blog :>
i hope youâll like this fic! happy reading!
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Being a regular visitor at the Beaufort estate has familiarized you with every corner of the house. Now, you have memorized every room and decoration, immediately spotting whatever is newly added. The Beauforts didnât mind your presence, with your family being close friends of theirs.
But it was not the Beauforts' son who you were particularly fond of.
You were extremely close with Lydia, your best friend since childhood. Despite both of you coming from wealthy backgrounds, your upbringing was notably different. Your parents owned a chain of hotels and restaurants across Europe, but they insisted on raising you humbly, teaching you the value of hard work and modesty. This upbringing made you see through the arrogance often displayed by James, Lydia's brother.
James, with his confident smirk and air of superiority, was someone you couldn't stand. Your encounters often led to playful bickering, a routine everyone at Maxton Hall was familiar with. But behind your teasing, there was an underlying respect for each other, one neither of you would openly acknowledge.
One sunny afternoon, you found yourself in the Beauforts' expansive garden, your favorite place to unwind with Lydia. She was lounging on a chaise, flipping through a magazine, while you were engrossed in a novel. The peace was soon interrupted by the sound of footsteps.
"Well, well, what do we have here? The ladies of leisure," James's voice drawled, cutting through the tranquility.
You looked up, ready to retort. "And here comes the lord of arrogance. What do you want, James?"
James smirked, leaning against a nearby pillar. "Just enjoying the sunshine. Is that a crime?"
"Only if you're planning to cast a shadow over our peace," you shot back, not missing a beat.
Lydia chuckled from her seat. "You two are impossible. Can't you ever have a conversation without turning it into a fight?"
"It's not my fault your brother is insufferable," you said, closing your book and standing up to face James.
"Insufferable? That's a new one. What else do you think about me, Y/N?" James asked, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Do you really want to know?" you challenged, stepping closer.
"Absolutely," he replied, his gaze locking onto yours.
Before you could respond, Lydia interjected. "Okay, enough, both of you. Can't we just have one afternoon without the bickering?"
You glanced at Lydia, then back at James. "Fine. But only because Lydia asked."
James shrugged, a smug smile on his face. "Whatever you say, Y/N."
Despite your frequent clashes, there were moments when you couldn't deny James's charm. Like the time he helped you with a school project, his intelligence and wit shining through in a way that caught you off guard.
You were in the library, struggling with a particularly difficult economics assignment. The sound of approaching footsteps made you groan inwardly. Of course, it had to be him.
"Need help, Y/N?" James asked, looking over your shoulder.
"I can manage, thank you," you replied curtly, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of admitting you were stuck.
He pulled up a chair next to you anyway. "Let me see."
You sighed, sliding the paper towards him. "Fine. But no gloating."
"Wouldn't dream of it," he said with a wink, scanning the problem. "Ah, I see the issue. You're overthinking it. Here, let me show you."
For the next hour, James patiently explained the concepts, his usual arrogance replaced with genuine enthusiasm for the subject. By the end of it, you had to admit he was a good teacher.
"Thanks, James," you said, a reluctant smile tugging at your lips.
"Anytime, Y/N," he replied, his expression softening.
Despite these moments of truce, your dynamic remained largely unchanged. That is, until the day you stopped going to your classes in Maxton Hall without warning. Lydia knew the reason but couldn't divulge it due to your parents' wish for privacy. This secrecy, however, only fueled James's concern and curiosity. Despite your clashes, he had always admired your kindness and humility.
Days turned into weeks, and your absence left a noticeable void. James found himself more worried than he cared to admit. His irritation grew, not just because you were gone, but because Lydia refused to tell him why.
James sat in the library, his usual spot, staring at the empty chair across from him. It felt wrong not having you there to challenge him, to banter with him. The silence was suffocating.
"Where is she, Lydia?" James demanded, cornering his sister in the hallway.
"I can't tell you, James. It's not my place," Lydia replied, her expression firm yet sympathetic.
"You know something, and you're keeping it from me," he accused, frustration evident in his tone.
"Trust me, if I could, I would tell you. But I can't," Lydia insisted, turning away.
James ran a hand through his hair, his frustration palpable. "You don't understand, Lydia. I need to know she's okay."
"She is. That's all I can say," Lydia replied softly before walking away, leaving James standing there, his mind racing with worry.
He spent sleepless nights thinking about you, imagining the worst scenarios. Had something happened to you? Were you in trouble? Each passing day without any news felt like an eternity, and the worry gnawed at him incessantly.
The mystery was finally revealed during a dinner at the Beaufort estate. As you and Lydia's parents chatted, the conversation inadvertently turned to your family. James listened intently as they discussed the car accident that had left your father seriously injured. You had been absent to take over the family business in his stead, juggling the responsibilities of an heir with the pressures of high school.
"It was such a terrible accident," your mother said, her voice tinged with worry. "He was lucky to survive, but the recovery process has been grueling."
James's heart sank as he listened. The image of you, strong and resilient, dealing with such a massive burden alone, tugged at his heartstrings.
"Y/N has been amazing," your father added, his voice filled with pride and concern. "She's stepped up in ways we never imagined, taking on the business and keeping things running smoothly."
Lydia's parents nodded sympathetically. "She truly is remarkable. We can't imagine the pressure she's under."
James felt a pang of guilt and a surge of determination. He admired you even more for handling such immense pressure with grace. The next day, he decided to visit you.
You were in the midst of preparing for a business meeting when James arrived at your house. The sight of him surprised you, and your initial reaction was to push him away.
"James, I don't have time for this," you said, frustration evident in your voice as you shuffled through papers.
"I'm not here to argue," he replied, stepping closer. "I'm here to help."
You looked up, skepticism in your eyes. "Help? How?"
"I know how to run a business. Let me support you," he offered, sincerity in his voice.
You hesitated, the weight of your responsibilities making you wary. But the genuine concern in his eyes made you relent.
"Fine. But don't think this means I like you," you muttered, turning back to your work.
James chuckled. "Wouldn't dream of it."
He stepped forward, his presence steadying you as you felt the weight of everything crashing down. You fought back tears of exhaustion, the stress overwhelming you.
"Y/N, let me take some of this off your shoulders," James said gently, his voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves.
"I⌠I don't know if I can trust you," you admitted, your voice trembling. "You've always been so⌠unserious."
James's expression softened, his eyes filled with understanding. "I get it. I've been a jerk, but I care about you. More than I let on."
You looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity there. "Why now, James?"
"Because I admire you. Your strength, your kindness. You're handling all of this with such grace, and I want to help you. Please, let me," he pleaded.
Your defenses crumbled, the exhaustion and stress finally taking their toll. "Okay," you whispered, the word carrying the weight of your vulnerability.
James stepped closer, his arms wrapping around you in a comforting embrace. For the first time in weeks, you allowed yourself to lean on someone else, to share the burden.
Over the next few days, James proved to be an invaluable ally. His expertise in business management eased your burden, allowing you to balance school and work more effectively. The more you worked together, the more you saw a different side of himâone that was caring and dependable.
James took on tasks with a surprising efficiency, his usual arrogance replaced with a dedication that impressed you. He handled meetings, reviewed contracts, and even helped streamline operations, all while providing a steady source of support and encouragement.
One evening, after a particularly long day, you both found yourselves sitting in the garden, the stars twinkling above.
"Do you remember the first time we met?" James asked, breaking the comfortable silence.
You laughed softly. "How could I forget? You spilled juice all over my dress."
He chuckled, shaking his head. "I was so nervous. I wanted to make a good impression, and I ended up making a mess."
"I thought you were a spoiled brat," you admitted, smiling at the memory.
"And now?" he asked, his gaze locking onto yours.
"Now, I see someone who cares deeply about his family and friends. Someone who hides his true self behind a facade of arrogance," you said softly.
James's expression turned serious. "And I see someone who is incredibly strong, even when faced with immense challenges. Someone who inspires me to be better."
The air between you seemed to crackle with electricity. Before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned in, pressing your lips to his. The kiss was gentle, tentative at first, but quickly deepened as you both poured all your unspoken feelings into it.
When you finally pulled away, breathless and dazed, you met his gaze and saw the same vulnerability mirrored in his eyes.
"I've liked you for a long time, Y/N," James admitted. "I just didn't know how to tell you."
You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "I guess I like you too, James. Even if you are insufferable sometimes."
He laughed, pulling you into another kiss. The garden seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in that moment.
The days turned into weeks, and with James's help, you managed to stabilize your family's business. His presence became a constant source of support and comfort, and your feelings for him began to shift.
Returning to Maxton Hall, you and James surprised everyone with your newfound camaraderie. The playful bickering was replaced by a growing closeness that neither of you could ignore.
The fundraiser ball at Maxton Hall was an annual event where everyone dressed in Victorian-era attire. This year, you and James were assigned to fix the lights, a task that allowed for a rare moment of privacy.
"Careful with that, Y/N," James warned as you reached for a particularly tricky bulb.
"I've got it," you insisted, balancing precariously on a ladder.
James steadied the ladder, his hands brushing against yours as he helped you with the light. The proximity made your heart race, a tension building between you that neither could ignore.
As the last bulb clicked into place, you turned to thank him, only to find him closer than expected. His eyes locked onto yours, the air thick with unspoken feelings.
"JamesâŚ" you began, but he silenced you with a gentle touch to your cheek.
"I admire you, Y/N. More than you'll ever know," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.
Before you could respond, he closed the distance, his lips capturing yours in a tender kiss. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in that moment.
When you finally pulled away, breathless and dazed, you met his gaze and saw the same vulnerability mirrored in his eyes.
"Can we try this?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly.
James smiled, his thumb brushing against your cheek. "I'd like that very much."
As the evening wore on, the lights you and James had fixed illuminated the grand hall, casting a warm glow over the attendees. You stood together, hand in hand, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
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Shadow and Flame pt. 1
Azriel X Reader
Synopsis: Azriel is down bad in his feelings for Elain when a new female crosses his path. The job of the Shadowsinger is to know all and yet you evade his knowledge.
Warnings: angstish, Lucien being silly
A/N: Hello. This is my first time writing a fanfic for this series. I hope you like it â¨
Part Two
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âWhilst we wait for Lucien, let's play a game. Fuck, Mate, Kill, High Lords edition, our own brother excluded of course. I mean there's days I want to do all to himâ
âUgh Cassâ Nesta recoiled at her own mates idea of a bar game, the group laughing.Â
âHardly fair to Feyre when she's done or almost done those to more than two alreadyâ Rhys growled at Mors joking tone, the table continuing its howling. Rita's music swelled around the booth of the best friends, lightheartedness well and truly arriving once again to the group.Â
âAz you go firstâ
âI politely decline Cassâ protests followed his wordsÂ
âLeave poor forlorn Az aloneâ
âI am not forlorn Amrenâ the Shadowsinger tried his best to not grit out the words.
âI would consider pining after Elain to be pretty forlornâ Amren gestured with her head to the middle Archeron sister making her way back to the booth balancing a tray of drinks.
âStop saying that wordâ this time Azriel couldn't hide his annoyance.
â-Right well anyways, I think we'd all kill Tamlin -â the group hummed in agreement to Cass as Azriels mind disengaged from the conversation.Â
Was that how he'd been feeling? Had the feelings of creeping crawling rising abandonment at the hands of his brothers for their mates affected him more than he thought? Why couldn't he have what they had with Elain? It made sense to him, but why didn't it make sense to the Mother? He shook this from his head as he frequently did. Elain joined the table once again, passing around the drinks.Â
Azriel tore his eyes from her movements and landed them on the crowd of dancing Velaris residents, when a new figure approaching the bar top had his eyes transfixed.
He watched the female dip between the crowd so masterfully as if she was made of the same shadows that rested peaceful around him. She effortlessly passed the dancing Fae in candlelight.
âEarth to Azâ Cassâ hand waved in front of his hazel eyes pulling Azriel back to the booth for a moment to sweep away his brother's paw. His eyes darted back to the room to find the female gone again.Â
âWhat is it Lassie, Timmy stuck down the well?â
âWhat does that even mean Cass?â Azriel couldn't ignore the bizarre statement.
âI'm not sure, I read it in a human book onceâ
âI didn't know you could readâ Cass feigned hurt at Feyres comment, the table of friends laughing.Â
âUp until about last week you definitely couldn't FeyreâÂ
âUncalled for!â Freye laughed hard at Cassâ comeback.
âAnyways, what is it AzâŚ.Az?â Cass found the seat next to him empty, the Shadowsinger long mingled into the crowd.
You reached the bar top skillfully, your hand reaching up and retrieving a drink ordered by someone else and dipping back to your side before the bartender noticed. You gave a small smile into the tumbler of icy brown liquor as you turned back into the room, ready to push back off. Your gaze immediately caught the Shadowsingers eyes as he leaned on the back wall watching you. He simply raised an eyebrow with a small smirk. You sighed lowly, replacing the drink back on the bar top next to a tea light candle without removing your eyes from Azriels. You narrowed your eyes at him, the crowd dancing and swirling across your sightline. Azriel finally blinked and found you gone from the spot when his eyes flickered back open.Â
You crossed the threshold of Rita's into the streets, a little startled someone had seen you, a new occurrence.Â
âYou don't care for another drink?â The males voice stopped you in your tracks at the mouth of the adjacent alley. You curled your hands into small fists and exhaled out. Caught. You had been caught.
âDon't go shy on me nowâ you slowly span on your heel to face the male. Azriel felt his breath hitch slightly at the sight of you in the firelit street lights. He felt a bit dazzled by your beauty, piercing copper eyes previously inhibited by the dim and smoky light of Rita's.Â
âCan I help you Azriel?
âHow do you know me?â He couldn't hide the hint of surprise in his voice. You closed your eyes gently, sighing deeply at your foolish slip up before opening them again.Â
âI don'tâ
âWhy don't I believe that? Who are you?â
âIf I told you that, I'd have to kill youâ you gave a small smile, angling your head gently, tempting him to step in closer to your magnetic eyes.Â
âI'd like to see you tryâ
âThat can be arranged Shadowsingerâ he scoffed at your cocky tone. You turned back to face the alley, quickly dipping down it but not fast enough. Azriel flashed before you, sidestepping you to where your back met the cold brick of the alley.Â
âI asked your nameâ he stepped in close to you, your eyes looking to the exit to the side of him, only to have his wings open slightly to trap you inwards. You sighed, looking up through your eyelashes to find his eyes fixated downwards on you.Â
âI'm not anyone importantâ
âNonsense, every resident of Velaris is importantâ
âAnd who said I was a resident of Velaris?â you couldn't hide your smugness from him as he seemed to scan your face further, checking it again the rolodex of Fae in his mind to find a gap in knowledge.Â
His shadows leapt around him in alarm at being caught out with a stranger. A true stranger. Who were you? Shadows crossed his face to try to relay information and when they settled again you were gone from in front of him.Â
His wings dropped, his head turning uncharacteristically frantically from side to side only to now find you across the street. You gave a small wave with just your finger tips with a small gloating laugh before running down and into the winding streets of Velaris. Azriel moved to follow you only to crash right into Lucien.
âAre you never not in my way?!â Azriel couldn't help but bark at the emissary.
âHello Azriel, how are you? I'm good thanks for asking? Yes I do forgive you for walking into me, of course I-â
âJust leave itâ Azriel signed, ducking around him to run to cross the street. It was no good, you were gone he thought, but how? And who?Â
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âAz stop pacing, you're not helping the hangoverâ Cassian ran his hands down his green tinged face, regretting going as hard as he had the night previous. Lucien giving a small laugh to the Illyrian, picking himself up from the sofa to head to the kitchen for tea.
âI have no idea who she was and that's my job. How could I not know who she was?â
âI'm not sure Az but Cass is right, please sit down, you're giving us all motion sicknessâ Rhysand joined the group in the sitting room of the town house, a soothing tincture for Feyre in his hands. She smiled up lovingly at her mates gesture, more pangs of jealousy passed through Azriel.Â
âLet me see into your mind Az, I'll draw her, maybe one of us knows herâ Azriel weighed up Feyres offer. He hated letting them behind his shields but he needed to know who you were. He thought of your face in the candle light again, did he want to share you with the world? He weighed up the options before agreeing, Mor having already retrieved a scrap of paper and a pencil for Feyre.Â
The group gathered around the sketch of you freshly drawn. One by one group shook their heads, unsure of the Fae in front of them, sending Azriels heart sinking again.Â
Lucien strolled back into the sitting room, tea tray in hand. The crash of the tray had the group's startled reaction landing on the Emissary.Â
âOh my Gods seriously! My headâ Cassian groaned, covering his face with a throw pillow. Lucien took almost erratic steps over the broken china towards the drawing, snatching it from the knee height table and gathering it into his chest. The group now entirely addled by his reaction.
âLucien?â Feyre was the first to break the quizzical silence.Â
âNothing! This is no one!â Lucien's skillful way with words was now long gone.
âWho is that?â Rhysand and Azriel almost asked in unison.
âIt's no one I said! Leave it! I have to go, sorry for the mess!â He darted for the hallway, Azriel hot on his heels.Â
âLucien, who is that? What do you know?â The Shadowsingers sharp tone tried to stop Lucien in his tracks.
âIt's no one, you didn't see her, forget it, stay away from herâ
âWhich is it, stay away from her or I didn't see her?â this silenced the Prince of Foxes.Â
âI have to go!â His panicked tone was betraying him. Azriel went to catch him harshly, Lucien winnowing out avoiding capture leaving Azriel once again confused and alone
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Part Two
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Pairing: Katie McCabe x reader
Words: 750
Warnings: none
Summary: you meet Katie at a football game when you rescue her.
Notes: writing her accent was hard but I think it came out good đ
You hadnât been paying much attention to the match, honestly. It was a menâs game, and you were only there because a friend had insisted. The game itself was a draw so far, neither team bringing anything exceptional to the pitch. But then, during halftime, youâd spotted her.
Katie was standing off to the side, talking with someone who was clearly trying to pull her into conversation. She had her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, dressed in jeans and an Arsenal jacket, hands tucked into her pockets as she politely nodded along. You didnât know much about womenâs football, but even you recognized herâArsenalâs star player, the famous Irish one. You could see she was trying to inch away from the bloke, who seemed oblivious to the fact she wasnât all that interested.
Not even thinking it through, you walked over, slipping into the conversation as if you knew her. âThere you are! Iâve been looking everywhere,â you said, flashing her a wide grin as you sidled up beside her.
Katie looked at you, surprised but catching on quickly. âOh! Aye, been lookinâ fer ya meself,â she replied smoothly, her thick Irish accent making you bite back a smile.
You hooked your arm through hers, giving her a wink. âHope you donât mind me stealing her for a bit,â you said to the bloke, who looked taken aback.
Katie turned her head slightly, hiding her grin. âSorry, mate,â she added, a smirk tugging at her lips as the man awkwardly excused himself.
Once he was out of earshot, she raised an eyebrow at you, clearly amused. âAnâ whoâre ya then? Rescuinâ strangers in the middle oâ football matches?â
You shrugged, trying to play it cool even though you could feel your cheeks flushing. âSomeone who canât stand watching a decent person trapped in a dreadful conversation.â
Katie laughed, low and warm, her brown eyes studying you with interest. âWell, thank ya fer thaâ, darlinâ. Coulda been stuck all day wiâ thaâ one.â
Your heart stuttered a bit at the way she called you âdarlinââ like sheâd known you forever. âMy pleasure,â you said, grinning. âSo, whatâs a famous Arsenal player doing at a menâs game anyway?â
She shrugged, tucking her hands back into her pockets. âAh, just supportinâ the sport. Few mates oâ mineâre playinâ. Thought Iâd show me face.â
Her accent was thick, and you couldnât help but smile every time she dropped a âyaâ or softened a ât.â You decided to tease her just a little, grinning as you mimicked, âAh, supportinâ the sport, are ya?â
She rolled her eyes but was smiling. âAye, cheeky, arenât ya? Gonna mock me accent now, are ya?â
You laughed. âOnly a little. I think itâs cute.â
Her eyebrows lifted, and she gave you an amused look. âCute, is it? Never heard thaâ one before.â
You shrugged. âFirst time for everything.â
Katie just looked at you, her gaze warm and a little curious. âSo, are ya a fan oâ Arsenal then, or just here fer the thrill?â
You shrugged again. âA friend dragged me along. I donât mind football, but I wouldnât call myself a superfan or anything.â
âWell, thaâs a shame,â she said, her voice light but her gaze sharp. âWe could always use more fans, yâknow?â
You smirked, tilting your head at her. âMaybe Iâll make an exception. Just for the womenâs team.â
âOh, jusâ for us, aye?â She laughed, and the sound was infectious. You liked the way she looked at you, her eyes crinkling at the edges, like she was genuinely having a good time.
A little bravely, you asked, âSo, you up for a drink after this? If youâre not too busy being famous?â
Katie chuckled, glancing around as if she had to make sure no one important was listening. âYeah, I think I could spare a bit oâ time fer ya,â she said, her accent lilting in that endearing way.
You couldnât hide the grin that stretched across your face. âGreat. Iâll even promise not to mock your accent too much.â
âBetter not,â she teased, nudging your shoulder playfully. âMight have ta show ya a real Irish lesson if ya do.â
With that, she slipped her hand into yours, giving it a small squeeze before tugging you toward the exit. And just like that, you were off to drinks with Katie, your accidental rescue turning into the start of something that felt like it could be a lot more than just one night.
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the summer i wrote | one
content: future smut, fluff, angst, basically all of it
pairing: milo manheim x afab!reader & ross lynch x afab!reader
summary: every summer, you travel to dahlia's beach to reunite with your mother's closest friend and her son. but this year he unexpectedly brings a friend along. caught in the gentle waves of affection and longing, you find yourself navigating uncharted waters where the boundaries of friendship blur.
notes: this is loosely based on the summer i turned pretty. i just watched the second season and lawwwd i wanted to make a ff soo bad. plus milo and ross have absolutely none anywhere.
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You loved Dahlia's beach. It always smelled salty with a hint of expensive barbeque if you were in the city. But near the countryside there was the sweet smell of honeysuckle. That's where you would rather be, where the tall grass met the sandy dunes. The sounds of hooves on pavement and bustle around the farmers market on a hot weekend afternoon.
This summer was no different. Your stomach churned, rumbling in excitement as you neared the beach house. It was huge. Five bedrooms with enough bathrooms. Too many patios surrounding it. Turquoise colored pool with a small waterfall. The house was a blueish gray color with white accents. Calm and minimalistic, much unlike the other grand colorful houses on the street. It sat like a diamond around other stones in a non normal way. The most priceless of them all. Placed directly in front of the beach but not close enough to tourist spots so it was always quiet. It was always such an amazing way to spend the three months in between school. You looked forward to it every year.
But that wasn't all you looked forward to.
Your mom honked as you guys entered the driveway. A wide smile plastered on her face. Your mom seemed to love this place more than she loved you, even if she denied it when you asked. You knew the truth. Summers at the beach house were the only time she got to see her best friend, Camryn.
"Hey!" A voice squealed from the porch. You shuffled out of the car, legs aching after a long 5 hours. As you stretched you were met with Cam, arms spread jumping for joy. Practically knocking you over. They were best friends from high school. Going to college together and even sharing a dorm room. With how they acted every time they met, you were convinced they had separation anxiety. They didn't get to see each other throughout the year. Other than here of course. For they lived states apart, Dahlia's being a quiet beach town that was located in the middle.
Camryn engulfed you in a bear hug first, gushing about how pretty you are. Making you do a spin in your dress. Once she pulled away she did the same to your mom whose high pitched voice could be heard from the beach. As they talked about how âdifferentâ each other looked. You watched as they walked inside hand in hand when your eyes met his.
Milo.
He radiantly smiled as he trotted over to you. The classic hands in pockets, ruffled hair, and expensive glasses. It was like he had a glow up every year whether it was him dressing better or maybe getting a bit taller.
"Hi" He cooed embracing you in a tight hug. The smell of his overpriced cologne filled your nose. It reminded you of sugary trees and cool waves. Much like the beach house. He was another reason you loved the beach house so much. Without him you were stuck with two middle aged ladies whose celebrity crush was Liam Neeson and only watched tv shows made by Shonda Rhimes. He was fun. He never made you feel left out or alone. He was everything any girl could wish for. Tall, smart, rich, and incredibly good eye candy.
"Hello, Milo." You smiled as he let you go.
He ran a hand threw his hair looking down at you. Eyes trailing down your body strangely. His expression was unrecognizable. Your face heated up turning your head to avoid his gaze. He touched the bottom of your dress. Yanking the fabric gently.
"This is a little short isn't it?" He questioned eyes meeting yours. Lips curled up in a sly smile. Rolling your eyes you scoffed slapping his hand away. He acted like a big brother sometimes. Especially with your clothes. Every summer complaining about how short your shorts were or how revealing your bathing suit was.
"Oh shut up you do this every-" The sight of someone else on the porch caught your eye. "Who's that?" You questioned raising an eyebrow.
Milo turned around and nodded in acknowledgement as the boy made his way down the stairs. Bleached blond hair slightly overgrown and wide smile on display as he made his way towards you two.
"Y/N this is Ross, Ross Y/N. He's staying the summer with us this year." Ross reached his hand out to you. Clad in silver rings that looked a bit out of your price range. Does Milo have any Middle Class friends? It was unusual. No one ever came to the beach house from back home. It was like a unsaid rule between everyone. Written in big red letters 'No Strangers'. The dads didn't even bother coming even though Milo's paid for it.
"Nice to meet you." He looked you up and down a tongue swiping over his lips. "Milo didn't tell me how pretty you are."
"Dude!" Milo exclaimed punching his shoulder rolling his eyes.
"Thank you." You beamed softening your voice. Milo scoffed walking towards the trunk slightly bumping into Ross. But he didn't seem to mind, hazel eyes still trained on you.
"So where are you fr-" Ross was cut off by a slightly pissed off Milo. "Are you guys serious? C'mon Ross help me with these bags." Ross walked away backwards eyes still focused on you with that addicting smile of his.
"See you inside?" He whispered loud enough for you to hear him.
You didn't respond. Only nodding as you strolled inside.
a/n: soooo what do you guys think? im still trying to figure out this tumblr writing stuff im so used to just reading ive never written and posted anything on here lololol. pls be patient with me! a few tips and tricks would be greatly appreciated!!
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ăťâĽăťLoser!Mizu HeadcanonsăťâĽăť
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Firstly, I'd like to apologize for how deranged this came out towards the end, so mdni pls pls. Secondly this is a Loser!Mizu x Rebel!Reader typa shit, so it will get specific at times. My requests are open, btw.
Okay, enjoy ËË°â˘*ââˇ
I stand by the fact that Mizu would be a huge loser. Like girlie grew up not really interacting with anyone but her mother and Eiji and doesn't really like meeting new people (Ringo for example)
She'd get shy, and you can't change my mind. She'd blush a lot, especially on her nose. Blud turns into Rudolf the moment she's embarassed.
She'd be the type to dress like literal Adam Sandler, then try to casually pull her shirt's sleeve up to flex her muscles.
She'd say shit like "Oh, these? I dunno, they just...spawned here." All while knowing damn well she spends half of her life at the gym.
She'd still wear shades all the fucking time, but not to hide her eyecolor, but because she thinks it's cool, and because she mained Johnny Cage in mortal kombat.
She'd listen to corny ass music like Joji, Hozier, maybe Mitski or even The Front Bottoms and bop her head agressively. Then she'd deny the whole thing and say that she was listening to Playboy Carti or Drake.
She'd be in the basketball team, but would be horrible at teamwork. She wouldn't pass, she'd just go for it everytime. She'd miss 20% of the time, and then yell something like "It wasn't my fault, this bitch was breathing down my neck!" or just groan loudly out of annoyance.
She'd be very drawn to water. She'd visit the beach very frequently, but the local aquarium even more often.
Mizu was standing before a smaller aquarium, looking at the spotted, green fishes' quickly pacing around between the glass walls. She came here right after basketball practice, so she was quite sweaty, and tired but being here, for some reason, always charged her energy. Her hair was in it's usual bun, but her shades were now closed, and were hanging from the neck of her shirt. Her eyes were shining in the dim blue lighting as she slowly placed her fingers on the glass. Suddenly, she almost jumbed backwards when she finally realized someone was standing next to her. She turned her head to the side and saw you. It was fucking you. It could've been anyone else, but no. You.
You and Mizu had a couple classes together, and you were one of the most prettiest girls Mizu has ever seen. She saw you on campus a lot, smoking in the parking lot, yelling at one of the fratboys because he parked his dumb car in a way that your motorbike would get stuck next to it, or literally running from one of the professors. She never talked to you though. She never had the opportunity, or at least that's what she told herself. In reality, she was just a coward.
Bit still, she would be lying if she said your face hadn't popped up a couple times when she touched herself. There was just something about you that always caught her attention. You didn't know her, but she felt like she knew you. Everytime she had a basketball game, she looked for you in the crowd. You were rarely there, and even if you were, you'd leave halfway after throwing food at someone. Still, she'd do her best, trying to impress you, knowing damn well you won't give a shit.
"What?" You laugh right in her face. "Scared you? Or did the Discus' mesmerized you so much you forgot you were in public?" You say, turning your gaze to the fishes.
"E...excuse me?" Mizu manages to croak out, her eyes widening. Why are you talking to her like you two have been friends for years? It's not like she minds, but it sends her anxieaty flying. It's her first time actually talking to you, of course she's nervous. She has rehearsed this a couple times in her head, planning to quickly guide the conversation towards how good she'd be at beating people up, (because she knows how much you do that) but now that it's actually happening she's pissing her pants.
"The Discus. Rot Turkish Discus, to be specific. The fish you were drooling at." You press a finger against the glass. "Pretty cool ones, I'll give you that. They can change the pigment in their body if they're stressed or sick." You say, casually dropping a "by the way did you know" kind of fact. One she didn't know.
"Oh." Mizu looks back to the fishes, but actually she's just looking at your reflection in the glass. "You like fishes?" Great. Stupid ass question.
"Yeah, kinda." You shrug. "They're interesting, but I'm here because they have bugs on the second floor." You point up with a small, lazy grin. Mizu remembers that, but never went up there. Bugs were never really interesting to her, but...maybe today she will. She mentaly notes that you like bugs.
"Hm." Mizu hums back. "If you think about it," She starts, glancing at you to check if you're still paying attention. "Fish are kinda like...water bugs." She says, and even shrugs for good measure. She needs to look like she doesn't give a shit.
You let out a laugh. "What a genius." You roll your eyes. "There are actual water bugs though, but I'm willing to overlook that." You say, then walk past her to look at the next aquarium, and Mizu just follows you withouth even thinking about it. "Cichlid." You say, pointing at one of the pinkish fishes. Mizu realizes how little she actually knows about fishes eventhough she comes to this aquarium a lot. She just likes watching them. "A very pretty one at that too. Jewel Cichlid if I'm correct." You say, almost as if thinking out loud.
It's as if Mizu became mesmerized. She walked along you trhough the whole aquarium, then followed you upstairs to the bugs. She listened you naming all of them, then telling her fun facts like 'An ant-eating assassin bug piles its victims onto its body to scare predators' and 'Ticks can grow from the size of a grain of rice to the size of a marble'. You were someone who'd always caused trouble in school, saying it's all bullshit and how fucked the system is, but you were actually very educated. On animals, that is.
She never really cared about people being smart or not, but right now it was the most attractive thing ever.
And with that, you unintentionally ruined her life. She was fine-ish with having this little hallway-crush on you, but now that she actually interacted with you for two full hours, she's fully in love.
And somehow that makes her frustrated.
She'd walk with Ringo on campus, listening to him ramble about this new dish he cooked and how she should totally come over and rate it when you suddenly dash by her, probably escaping from some football player you made mad again. Mizu would freeze, then mutter "why the fuck is she so cool?!" under her breath and lightly punch Ringo on the shoulder.
You're so hot it makes her mad.
You two didn't really talk after that though, just casual greetings in the hallway, and sometimes sitting at the same table in the cafeteria, but that was it. Still, it was more that nothing.
One time you started a fight with one guy outside of the parking lot because "he dick rode a teacher while the teacher was making bitchass bigot jokes".
You left the guy with a broken nose, and would've made it a broken jaw too if someone wouldn't have stopped you.
Akemi recorded the whole thing, and Mizu needed to discreetly beg her to send it to her.
She couldn't help it. Seeing your sweaty form, your face scrunched up in anger, your knuckles blood stained...it wasn't enough to see it just once. She had to watch the video on loop.
She'd wonder if you'd make a similar face in bed too. She'd wonder if you're a top or bottom.
She'd wonder if you're even into girls at all. It seemed too good to be true though.
Still, watching that video over and over again made her mind wander.
"Fuck..." Mizu mumbles out as her fingers finally reach her folds under her boxers. With her phone in hand, the video of you beating the shit out of some guy playing, your huffs and groans on full volume in her headphones. She closes her eyes, and imagines you kneeling between her legs.
She had a long day. She argued with Taigen, listened to Akemi whine about this guy, Takayoshi, then Ringo kept talking about this boring ass anime he watched about a broke God, or whatever...plus, she didn't see you once today. She couldn't catch a whiff of your smell as you walked by, or she didn't hear your sharp and raspy chuckle, or saw your smug grin. Torture at it's finest.
Is she proud of it? Nah. It's embarassing as hell to masturbate to your crush who probably forgot you even existed, but hey, a girl has to blow of steam somehow, right? And you just couldn't leave her head. It gotten to the point where she can't even watch porn, unless one of the actresses look like you, which is...rare. You're too good looking to be compared to sluts like that.
She imagines that it's your hand that is slowly circling around her clit as you whisper in her ear. Things like "You're so warm...I can't wait to taste you" or "You want this as much as me, don't you? Mizu..." and it gets her to buck against her fingers.
She licks her lips as she imagines your pussy hovering over her mouth while you slowly finger her. She imagines your taste, and how'd you drip on her face before you allow her to dive in.
She'd eat. Oh, she'd devour.
She saw your ass in jeans before, and it made her clit throb in public, so she just knows it's perfect when it's bare. She quietly moans your name as her fingers work deeper, placing the phone down to only listen to the audio, her other (now free) hand moving up to tease her hard nipples through her shirt.
She slowly pumps her long fingers inside herself, her back arching on the bed. She whispers your name as she imagines you slowly lowering yourself on the strapon she has inside her drawer.
She doesn't know why she has that toy though. She has only ever been with one person, and that was a guy. It happened years ago, back when she was still in denial about her gayness, and when she was still living with her homophobic mom. But after she first masturbated to the tought of you, she impulsively bought the light teal strap on dildo, just in case you ever somehow ended up in bed. She'd fuck you just the way she imagines it right now (lies, btw, she'd freak out and cum after two seconds). But still, there's no harm in having dreams.
She'd watch your tits bounce as you ride her, her hands firmly grabbing your ass. You'd moan her name, hair falling in your face as you lose yourself in pleasure. "Fuck...so fucking pretty...loving my cock, aren't you?" Mizu coos into the air, her thumb circling her clit as her fingers move faster inside her, agressively curling into her g spot. "Yes...Mizu, it feels good..." You'd moan back as you throw your head back when she starts thrusting her hips upwards, fucking you from under, leaving you no choice but to lean on her for support, pushing your beautiful plump boobs so damn close to her lips.
She'd suck on your nipples until they're red and puffy while she brings you to your climax. You'd love her cock, she's sure. She got the one that was the same teal that was also the color of one of your bracelets. Small, almost stalker-sih detail? Yeah, but she imagines you'd be impressed.
Afterwards, she'd lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling, post nut clarity hitting her hard. And the next day, she wouldn't even be able to look at you, withouth getting embarassed...and horny. Oh only if you could hold her for real.
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Punching bag
A/N: Well, I am channeling my frustration for the day into this fic, similar to Y/N channeling hers to our favourite boy. Enjoy!
Pairing: Tony Stark x F! Reader
Warnings: 18+ smut. Tony being the best boyfriend.
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âYou can take it out on me.â
He had said, sensing your crabby mood as you threw your gym bag angrily against the bench, letting out a huff. As tempting as the offer was, it wasnât fair to channel your anger towards your boyfriend as he wasnât the source.
So you stuck to your trusted punching bag. It worked, for a while. Soon you felt your anger return and the poor punching bag threatened to give way. You needed to blow off some steam before you could face the world today.
Finding Tony in the boxing ring with Happy, you waited for him to be done, trying your best take a few cleansing breaths in attempts to calm down. Your gaze was fixed on the floor when you realised he had sent Happy away and was kneeling in front of you with worried eyes.
âI know you donât want to talk about it. Fancy a match?â He suggested, pulling you in the ring when you didnât protest.
After a few rounds, you werenât feeling it and he picked it up, like he always did. He was too sharp. That is when he suggested you take your frustration out on him.
The kiss you shared was all teeth and tongue as your lips crashed together, the intensity took him by surprise but he welcomed it. Letting you take the lead, Tony laid back against the soft padded floor and took you with him.
Straddling his lap, you began grinding your hips against his crotch, feeling him getting hard under you and your lips trailed down his stubbled jaw. Tony gripped your hips to encourage your movements, matching your intensity but silently letting you know that you were the boss.
Your body ignited with desire, flushing out the anger that was boiling just minutes ago and you craved his touch, you needed this and were glad he was willing to give you everything. In a flurry of movement, you discarded your sweats but kept your panties on, using the friction in your favour until his cock was straining against his sweatpants, eager to serve you.
Little pants and moans left Tonyâs lips as you freed him and gave him a few pumps with your hand before sliding your underwear to a side to gather your wetness on his tip.
You let out a hiss as you sank down on his ample length, letting the stretch that bordered on pain take over, you really needed this. Wasting no time, you began moving your hips while anchoring your hands on his shoulders, letting him kiss your neck with wanton need.
Tonyâs cock brushed all the right spots inside your tight heat while his lips attacked your sweaty skin, fuelling the fire that now burned deep within. You werenât too far along as your ministrations continued, making your legs twitch signalling him that you were getting there.
âThatâs it, baby. Take whatâs yours.â
His words spurred you on, making you push him onto his back and ride him harder than before. Tonyâs lust blown eyes watched as you brought yourself closer to the edge, aiding you by meeting your thrusts halfway, squeezing your sides before bringing a hand to your bundle of nerves.
âIâm close, Tony..â you whispered, your eyes shut in pleasure as you felt him rub your clit just the way you liked, bringing you right where you wanted to be. Your muscles clenched as did your walls, making him grunt. On days like these, bringing you pleasure was what satisfied Tony.
You came with a loud cry, your legs shaking as you gushed over his length before falling against him, your heart hammering inside your chest. Watching you come undone was probably one of his favourite visuals. He smiled as he caressed your back, littering your face with soft kisses as you floated back to reality.
âI think you might be my favourite punching bag.â You grinned, placing a soft kiss against his lips.
âHoney, you can use me whenever you want. Iâm all yours to relish and ruin.â
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AGAINST ALL ODDS | CORIOLANUS SNOW X PLINTH!READER | CHAPTER THREE
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TW - descriptions of death (Sejanus) & hanging/strangulation, night terrors.
Sejanus' trembling body materialized before you upon the wooden platform amidst the grim presence of the hanging tree. His once robust body now appeared frail and bruised, bearing the unmistakable marks of beatings, and starvation seemed to have drained the vitality from his once vibrant frame. He stood, a testament to the hellish spectacle the Capitolites had subjected him to be. Sejanus struggled to hold back tears; his voice desperately cried your name, yet no sound would escape his arid lips. An invisible force rooted you to the spot, rendering your limbs motionless despite your earnest efforts to break free from this immobilizing grip to reach Sejanus.Â
The peacekeepers marched steadily past you, and a chilling lull descended, punctuated by the haunting sight of Sejanus standing at the precipice of his fate. They tightened and adjusted the noose around his vulnerable neck with methodical precision. Fear etched deep into his widened eyes, the anticipation of what awaited him palpable. The weight of the moment bore down upon you, beads of sweat tracing a trail along the nape of your neck as a surge of nausea threatened to release. The harsh finality of the situation washed over your being.
Sejanus resignedly mouthed a sorrowful apology, his wordless cry cutting through the heavy air. And then, an irreversible shift transpired with breathtaking swiftness. The ground beneath him gave way, dissolving into oblivion, the sickening sound of his neck snapping searing into your consciousness, an unshakeable echo of his death.
Your eyes snapped open to see Tigris pinning your arms onto the mattress. Blinking against the dim sunlight, you managed to stammer, "Tigris? Why are you in my room?" your voice came out hoarse.
The worry in her eyes was unmistakable. She loosened her hold on you slowly until she let go of your arms completely, her hands slightly trembling.
"Your screams... I heard them from downstairs," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was bringing your dress in, and I feared...I was scared something terrible had happened to you." She paused, swallowing hard. "Then, I found you... sleeping, but your body thrashing in the sheets as if you were trying to escape something. Are you okay? Has this happened before?"
She sat down on the edge of the bed, her silhouette outlined by the soft glow of the sunlight peering in from your window. It made Tigris's blonde hair look like a halo on her head. However, her gaze didn't waver from you, the anxiety written plainly on her face, promising not to leave until she was sure you were safe. Seeing Tigris in this state made you sad. You didn't mean to let anyone else see you like this.Â
"Just a nightmare, that's all. It used to happen every night since-" Cutting yourself off, It was difficult to say his name, not after what you had just seen. "I only get like this when I'm stressed." Tigris still didn't appear convinced by your response. Your nightgown stuck to your skin from the sheen of sweat on your body. You couldn't imagine how horrible you looked and felt in front of Tigris. Suddenly, painfully aware of yourself, you pulled the sheets above you as an act of modesty.Â
"Where's Ma?" you asked.Â
"She stepped out to run last-minute errands for the event tonight. She called me to help you get ready and, well, you know the rest." You half-expected Tigris to leave, respecting your privacy. But she pressed on. "I used to have dreams like yours when my parents died during the rebellion. It took me a while to cope with their death. I still struggle sometimes. You can talk to me, you know? You're my family too now."Â
With a comforting pat on your thigh, Tigris rose from the bed. "I'll give you some space to freshen up. Meet me downstairs whenever you're ready." Her words stayed with you as the bedroom door closed with a faint thud, plunging you back into reality.
Today is your birthday, the day of your wedding showerâ another reminder of your upcoming marriage to Coriolanus. The date was impending faster than you had hoped, and there was no sign of it stopping. Young marriages weren't uncommon in Panem post-war, but you had naively hoped for more time before earning the title of someone's wife. More time, much like you had wished for Sejanus. His life was taken from him at eighteen, the same age you were now. That's when it struck you: Sejanus won't see you off to get married, nor would he be there to watch over your kids and be the fun uncle you know he would be.Â
You silently wept in bed, overcome by grief. This day was meant to be filled with happiness; it was anything else but that. You felt shame, aggressively wiping away the tears that poured from your eyes like a waterfall. You knew wallowing in bed would solve nothing. Yet, facing the world with red, swollen eyes filled you with dread. It would be an unspoken confession of your struggles, a silent admission of your turmoil. And you couldnât have that. Ma would need you to keep it together. Sheâs already lost one of her children.Â
Mustering your remaining energy, you got ready and adorned yourself with makeup before descending the stairs to join Tigris. In front of you, an awe-inspiring dark crimson red dress adorned a mannequin. The tulle gown exuded a celestial aura like the night sky had woven into every stitch. Handcrafted with meticulous attention to detail, shimmering pearls embellished the fabric, creating a mesmerizing constellation effect. The dress's form-fitting bodice gracefully accentuated the mannequin's curves before cascading outwards from the waist. Its sheer beauty left you speechless, your mouth agape in disbelief.
Turning to Tigris, you asked, "Did you make this?" Tigris smiled widely and nodded.Â
"I hope that you like it. The pearls are handsewn and thoroughly placed to sparkle with your every move." Tigris says. "Come and hurry and put it on! I can't wait to see it on my muse." Tigris didn't show any distress cues from earlier or fawn over your every move. She offered a place of comfort as you stripped down to your undergarments and stepped into the gown. It fit like a glove, which was impressive, considering Tigris hadn't taken your measurements. Her eye for detail is astounding. The corset of the dress pushed your breasts up, giving the impression that you had more cleavage and a smaller waist. As you gazed at your reflection, a gasp escaped your lips in awe of the masterpiece Tigris had created. "If I were to die in this dress, I would die a happy woman," you whispered. The sight of you was truly intoxicating, and in this dress, you felt a sense of confidence and accomplishment immersed around you. The person who stood before the mirror embodied a timeless beauty. You could envision yourself as someone suitable to be seen on the arm of Coriolanus Snow, the young man rumoured to be the next ruler of the Capitol. Without another thought, you brought Tigris into a hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She held you closer with her warm embrace. An excited shriek pulled you apart to find Ma with Coriolanus.Â
"Oh gosh! My beautiful baby girl is all grown up."
Coriolanus exhaled in surprise at your appearance. His eyes trailed from your face down to the heels that you wore. It was one of the rare times that Coriolanus was genuinely speechless. Tigris cleared her throat, âSo⌠what do you think?â Coriolanus finally pulled himself out of his entrapped daze and faked a cough to hide his lust-filled expression. But it was too late. You have already seen it.
"You look beautiful." Coriolanus wore a suit in a similar shade to your dress. Tigris must've tailored his outfit to cater to yours. âTigris, You've outdone yourself,â he said. From the outside eye, you were well suited for each other and made a good-looking couple. It would be easy to fall into the fantasy you have been presented with. Yet it didnât change that it was all a fallacy; Coriolanus had only agreed to marry you for the money. It was damn easy to forget all of this when Coriolanus flashed you his dazzling smile and wrapped his arm around yours to escort you out of the penthouse to your wedding shower and birthday party.
Coriolanus whispered to your ear, âAnd before I forget, Happy Birthday.â
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The event was hosted in an extravagant lounge. There were rows and rows of velvet red sectionals and opulent jade banquettes. The lighting around the room was soft and illuminated the lush plants and countless influential figures of Panem that filled the space. Your name and Coriolanusâs were etched on a banner for all guests to view. Your parents had invited almost everyone that youâve known. The Dolittle family socialized with Dr. Volumnia Gaul over a glass of champagne. While Eris Dankworth and her family kept to themselves, overseeing and judging the festivities that took place. Some of the University and Academy professors were in attendance as well. President Ravinstill could be seen at the far corner, seated at a private table with his wife. He was the man who'd granted our departure from the Districts when your father sided with the President by providing munitions to the Capitol. The President wore his prewar military uniform like a badge of honour. The gall of it all made you feel unsettled.Â
You observed Coriolanus closely, gripped by his ability to captivate everyone around him with his calm demeanour and impeccable manners. Whenever he engaged in conversation, his eyes would light up as if each person he spoke to had just said the wittiest remark he had ever heard. It was awe-inspiring to witness. A part of you was taken aback. This side of him was rarely revealed in your presence. The Coriolanus you grew to know had disappeared. This one was fun-loving and easygoing. It was a version of him that made you reconsider if he was all bad, like you initially thought.Â
"Must I say Coriolanus, you've snagged yourself quite the catch? Miss Plinth appears to be Sejanus's better half." Dr. Volumnia Gaul smiled much too widely after her comment. She had a sneaky habit of appearing when she was least anticipated. It made whatever she had to say sound ingenuine and cunning. Your spine stiffened at the mention of Sejanus from his former professor. Coriolanus rubbed small circles on your lower back, a meek attempt to distract you. He returned Dr. Gaul's smile. Before you could devise your retort, Coriolanus replied, "Thank you, it'll be an honour to call her my wife." He looked upon you with a glint in his eye, something that you hadn't noticed before, admiration or possession? It was hard to decipher. His gaze travelled down to your exposed breasts, and the desire on Coriolanus's face made you feel feverish. Undeniably, a new side of Coriolanus was in front of you.Â
"Fate is a funny thing, isn't it Coriolanus? The Plinth family lost a son, to soon gain another." She smirked as if she knew something you didn't, "I'm curious to see how this union will be fair in the future. Best wishes to the both of you." And with that, she departed to refill her glass of champagne. Coriolanus kept his hand around your waist. His hold on you was unshakeable, and his face turned straight.Â
"Are you alright? What was that all about?" You asked.Â
"Nothing, Dr. Gaul is quite peculiar in how she expresses herself." His glare didn't wander from her figure as she walked through the crowd of guests.Â
"So I've heard, Sejanus would talk about her briefly after class and in his letters."Â
"Letters?" Coriolanus faced you incredulously. The thought of Sejanus sending his younger sister letters during his time in District 12 hadn't crossed his mind.Â
Suddenly, the lights were cut, and the crowd gasped in shock. In the distance, you could see Ma and your father holding a cake with eighteen lit candles making their way to the booth you sat at. Everyone erupted in song, singing You Happy Birthday and began to gather around.Â
"Make a wish, Honey," Ma said. Your father flagged down the hired photographers with box-like cameras that appeared chunky and heavy to the eye. Flashing lights surrounded you as they fired shots at your every move until the last candle was blown out. You could see Romulus standing beside his brother with a big grin. The similarities were uncanny. He shook a blue velour box and mouthed, "I got you a present." Eris Dankworth stood not too far behind them and watched the moment unravel.Â
âHow about a kiss from the soon-to-be newlyweds?â Eris yelled out with a sickening sneer on her lips. She couldnât help herself. âKiss! Kiss! Kiss!â she began the chant amongst the guests. Anyone would think she did it all in good faith and fun. But you knew. It was a reminder of the conversation that took place in front of the Academy.Â
With all eyes on you, there was little option but to comply. It would be odd not to.Â
âWell, Mr. Snow,â you shyly peeked up through your wispy lashes, and Coriolanus stood tall, towering over you with his height. "Let's give them a run for their money." He softly nestled your face in his hands, his touch both consoling and electrifying. You sensed a slight tremor in his hands from anticipation. As his plush lips met yours, the kiss began tentatively, as if you were exploring unknown territory. Coriolanus pulled you in closer, pressing your bodies together until there was no space between you. Not knowing where to place your arms, you instinctively wrapped them around his neck, cultivating deeper access and connection. An unfamiliar warmth spread throughout your body, igniting a desire you hadn't experienced before. Nerves fluttered in your stomach. This was your first kiss. Your first kiss is with Coriolanus Snow, and damn was it a good kiss. It was unclear who moved away first, but looking at your Ma, you could see her with clutched pearls.Â
Coriolanus chuckled silently beside you, "Wow, I didn't think you had it in you, Miss Plinth. You're just full of surprises." Your elbow connected with his ribs, although this didn't stop him from laughing. Amid your embarrassment that your parents had seen you practically make out with your fiancee, you excused yourself to go to the powder room. If you found Eris alone, you would surely give her a piece of your mind. You were navigating through the crowd with mindless âthank youâs,â and the half-assed hugs were beginning to get on your last nerve. You just needed a quiet moment to yourself. Someone followed behind and caught your hand as you freed yourself through the exit doors to the restrooms.Â
âHey, Iâve been trying to get you alone all evening. It's like chasing a rabbit in a hay field,â Romulus said, slightly panting like heâd just run a marathon. He appeared strikingly handsome in his tailored midnight blue suit, a perfect complement to his dark hair and captivating features.
âHavenât you heard? Itâs unbefitting of a lady to be seen alone with a man who isnât to be her husband, especially with the wedding date around the corner,â you said.
âOh, please donât tell me youâre letting Dankworth get to you,â Romulus wrinkled his nose when he uttered her name as if he smelled something horrid. âBesides, I like you better when you're defiant. It keeps things interesting in this dull place.â Â
You rolled your eyes at his statement. Of course, he did. That was before. When you could afford to do whatever you pleased and live your day as your own. "What do you want, Rome?" you asked. He didn't track you down to chat.Â
"Geez, did that kiss get your panties in a twist too?" Romulus snickered. You shoved him and snorted at his mortifying question. Romulus always knew how to make you laugh.Â
"Oh God, please shut up! What was I supposed to do?"Â
"I don't know, give the guy a peck, maybe?" Romulus's smile widened at your reaction, and he rummaged through his pocket to pull out the blue velour jewelry box from earlier. "Besides, if you didn't run out of there so quickly, I wouldn't be able to give this to you." He placed the present in your hands gently, like a delicate flower.Â
"Rome, you didn't have to get me a gift-"Â
"I know, but I wanted to. Open it." He nodded towards the box, motioning you to untie the bow that was wrapped around it.Â
Inside held a beautiful gold locket necklace that looked like it had cost a fortune. Intricate swirl patterns were engraved into the locket, with hearts nestled beside each other. When you opened it, your favourite picture of you and Sejanus was inside. Romulus had taken the photo of the two of you that day in the sun. You wore a childlike grin in the photograph while Sejanus slung his arm over your shoulder, sporting a crooked smile. His pure essence is captured eternally, frozen in time just for you. This was the Sejanus that you remembered. Your eyes welled up with tears, and your throat became tight, making expressing your overwhelming gratitude to Romulus nearly impossible.
Romulus knew this and seemed prepared. He offered you his handkerchief. "Would you like me to help you put it on?" he asked. You nodded, as words still escaped you while you dabbed the corner of your eyes, careful not to smudge your makeup. Romulus lifted the necklace, and it glinted in the light. Turning your back, he clasped the locket around your neck, which lay flat between your collarbones. A piece of Sejanus will always be near.Â
"I think this is one of the best gifts I've ever received." you sniffled.Â
"Even better than the horse your father bought you as a kid?" Of course, Romulus would try to crack a joke.Â
"Even better." You took Romulus into your arms, holding him close and snugly, "thank you, Rome."
"Romulus, we need to stop meeting like this!" Coriolanus exclaimed with no humour behind the mirth in his voice. Peering over Romulus's shoulder, you could see him close the doors to the lounge behind him.
"Meeting like what?" Romulus asked.Â
"With you, all over my fiancee." Coriolanus scowled at Romulus, tracking his every move with his glare.Â
"He wasn't-"Â
"I wasn't all over her, Coriolanus, don't be dramatic. I was merely giving her a birthday gift, and I didn't know that was a crime." Romulus raised both his hands in mockery as if he would be arrested. Your heartbeat began to pick up in pace. Little did Romulus know the severity of consequences that might lay ahead of him for taunting Coriolanus, even more so now that Coriolanus had seen Romulus holding you in his arms not too long after kissing him.
Coriolanus hid his malicious intent almost too well, "I know a couple of people who would beg to differ." There was a hidden meaning behind his choice of words. "I simply just came out to let my fiancee know that her parents are looking for her to make a toast before the guests begin to leave." Coriolanus turned to face you, making direct contact with the heart-shaped locket that embellished your chest. It made you feel naked under his scrutiny.Â
"Yes, I'll be right there to join you soon. I want to say goodbye to Romulus. He was just leaving."Â
Romulus caught on quickly about what you were hinting at and agreed, "Yes, I was. The only reason I came was to drop off her gift." He gestured towards the box in your hands and smirked.Â
"Safe travels," Coriolanus muttered under his breath and turned to enter the lounge, but not before calling over his shoulder, "Please be quick. I'd hate to keep your parents waiting."Â
When Coriolanus was out of sight, you hit Romulus upside his head. "Idiot! Why do you keep trying to get a rise out of him?" Romulus knew better. Coriolanus was not the type to engage in direct conflict. He would skillfully maneuver himself like a serpent, slithering to strike his opponents from behind when they least expect it.Â
"You can't possibly believe that he'll make good on his threat." As suspected, Romulus didn't take it seriously when you told him about what Coriolanus said to you if he were to touch you. It would help if you had been wiser and not caught up in the moment. Getting caught up with Rome was a stupid mistake.Â
"I don't know. But I'd rather not find out now. All I can do is hope that Coriolanus was bluffing."Â
âThe idea of you marrying him doesn't sit right with me. What do you even like about Coriolanus anyways?â Romulus sounded frustrated and perplexed, his hazel eyes filled with concern.Â
Like was a strong word. You tolerated Coriolanus when needed. Still, the only things that you observed of him were from afar and through your brother until now. Â
Sejanus was quite the optimist when he was ready. Coriolanus had always shown indifference towards us, the Plinths. He did not agree with my classmates' taunting but did not wholly disagree. Remaining neutral meant nothing to you, especially if said boy was Sejanusâs friend. What type of friend was he? An opportunist? Yes, for sure. But Coriolanus did not show much proof of friendship other than the tattered photograph he kept of them during the games and the letters Sejanus had written about Coriolanus to you. If you hadn't known any better, you would've called it a naive school crush that Sejanus had. Pa always chose to pay no heed to what displeased him, and Sejanus publicly grieving his childhood first love, Marcus, was undoubtedly one of them.Â
Yet, you couldn't deny the chemistry you shared during the kiss. There was the possibility of growing to be fond of Coriolanus. This was likely at a different rate than your relationship was going.Â
"I don't have to like Coriolanus," you sighed.Â
"Well, you at least have to if you're going to spend the rest of your life with him," Romulus argued.Â
"Rome, please, I donât want to talk about this, not on my birthday." Your head began to pound from the onset of stress that returned to your body. One night, that's all you wanted. Romulus could see the tension rise within you and apologized.Â
âIâm sorry; I didn't intend to damper the mood. Enjoy the rest of your night, and weâll talk tomorrow.â Romulus surprised you by planting a small kiss on your forehead and departing shortly after. To see him leave so soon left a pit in your stomach. It was an unpleasant feeling. The more pressing concern was still present: would Romulus survive the wrath of Coriolanus?
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That question kept you up at night. The rest of the party was a success, although Coriolanus was in quite a sour mood for the rest of the event until we were escorted home. He'd returned to his usual self, only uttering a sentence in your direction if needed. After finding you in Romulus's arms, you partially expected him to be more brash towards you. It unsettled you when he was silent.Â
Ringing from your landline telephone alarmed you. The only person likely to call you this late would be Romulus. There had to be something wrong.Â
"Hello?"Â
"You're awake." The voice sounded surprised that you had answered the phone.
"Coriolanus, why are you calling so late?"Â
"Come let me in. I'm coming to your door." His words lightly slurred together.
"Corio-" you raised your voice in protest, but the line dropped. The flippant guy hung up on you.Â
You rushed down the stairs in your silk robe as quietly as possible until you heard knocking at your front door. When you opened the door, revealing a dishevelled Coriolanus, his blazer was discarded and still in the dress shirt he wore to the wedding shower with a few extra buttons loose. "Shut up, will you! You're going to wake up my parents. Hurry and come in." He stumbled past you to sprawl out on the couch, faintly smelling of white liquor. Thank God the Avoxes weren't live-in help.Â
"Have you been drinking?" you asked.Â
Coriolanus pinched his thumb and pointer finger close together in response to your question.Â
"Be honest, would marrying me be that bad?" Coriolanus's tone was soft and gentle. He looked tense and a bit unsure of himself. Even in this state, he looked handsome; it bothered you that Coriolanus didn't even seem aware of it.Â
"I don't know," you answered honestly. "I can't imagine sharing a life with someone I don't love, regardless of their last name. I always thought I would fall in love with someone like Ma and my father. They grew up on the same street and started dating in their early teens. And I would raise a family and grow old enough to tell my grandkids stories of how I had loved and lost and met my greatest love of all, their grandfather." It was a small dream that wouldn't come true in this lifetime.Â
"I can love you," Coriolanus retorted.
"You're drunk." You sat in front of him on the carpet.Â
"So? I know I can love you better than Romulus. That guy couldn't wait to get his dirty little hands on you, and of all things, he got you a locket in the shape of a heart on the day of our wedding shower. I should strangle him with my bare hands, and I would do it again to any man who dares to lay a finger on you and what's mine." Coriolanus stumbled through his sentences, and if it werenât for the last comment, you would've thought it was cute.
"Not this again. Are you jealous of Romulus? He's a friend, and it was a thoughtful gift, hardly romantic."Â
"He's one of your only friends, and he makes you smile. You don't even laugh when you're around me. I should be the one that you want to lean on. I'm the one who will be your husband, not him." Coriolanus ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.Â
"You sound like a child. I'll get you a glass of water," getting up from the floor to walk to the kitchen, Coriolanus took your hand in his to stop you.Â
"Wait, don't leave. Let me prove it to you: I want to take you on a date."Â
That earned laughter from you; it burst out of you and was hard to contain. âThatâs hilarious coming from you, Snow.â But Coriolanus didnât laugh, and his face became sober. Â
Coriolanus expressed his sincerest intentions, âIâm serious. Itâs still your birthday weekend. Iâll take you out to properly celebrate. I know tonight wasnât ideal.â
You raised your eyebrows, still skeptical of him, questioning, âWhy? So you could handle your vendetta?â
Unfazed by your disbelief, Coriolanus grinned, "No, it would be for you." His words lingered in the air. You were baffled and intrigued.
The room was momentarily silent, giving you time to process his response. You couldn't help but wonder what he meant by it. Was there a deeper meaning behind his words? Although you searched for clarity, you were eager for Coriolanus to continue, hoping his inebriated self would go into more detail. Yet, his face turned paler than usual, and his blue eyes met yours with focus.Â
âIâll take that glass of water now. I think I might be sick.â
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cupid's chokehold.
pairing: jax x cupid!gn!reader
tags & tropes: fluff, shameless flirting, fell first/fell harder
summary: you were absolutely confused because of two things: one, you got transported to a random dimension and became a totally different person, gaining the title of a cupid, and two, you had fallen in love at first sight with the most sarcastic purple rabbit man ever. well, at least you didn't felt like complaining on the second part.
tell me, sunnie!!: AAAAAAAAAAAAAA... anyways, hiiiii:3 i got a new fandom added to my brain, injected it into my veins and now i am addicted. so, this funky little guy didn't actually catch my attention at first but then i watched some edits and was like "HMMMMMM i mean yeah sure" and then i decided to check tumblr, stumbled on a fic of him and went "OH. OH." yk?? anyways, i hope you guys enjoy this bc i wrote it instead of sleeping and i have to wake up early tomorrow el oh el!!1!1!1!1
warnings?: kissing, suggestive(?) i mean it's just neck biting but idk........
first of all, you don't know how the hell you are... here, nor why you've been stuck in this place for two weeks already.
it's a colorful world, saturated to the maximum amount possible. you know, the type to burn your eyes if you stare at a specific spot for too long. it also looked like some kind of fever dream, with all the toys scattered and the way different people? characters? looked like.
not like you can say much, you have heart shaped pupils and you're wearing something that looks like an ancient greece tunic. also, sandals. you have these big feathered white wings that are a pinkish hue at the tip of every single feather. you tried pulling one out to see if it was actually real, resulting in a yelp from your mouth. it kinda hurts.
and that reaction caused a chuckle to come from someone who has your eyes dedicated to just admiring them.
frankly speaking, if you went back and told your past self that by putting those weird vr headset glasses on you would be signing up to falling for a tall and lanky purple rabbit with a yellow smile, you would probably just chuckle and still do it, but with even more determination than before. eh, what can you say? you've always been attracted to the weirdest characters anyways.
but this... this was real, he was real and he was talking to other real weird animated people. ragatha rambled next to you about... honestly, you didn't even know, too busy watching from afar a certain rabbit. this was the start to possibly one of your most frustrating crushes ever.
"[name]? are you okay? you seem more distracted today?" she worriedly asked, putting her hand on your shoulder, "you shouldn't think too much about trying to find an exit if that's what you're thinking about, you might get abs-"
"huh? no, i wasn't thinking about that!" you quickly hurried to give an explanation, trying to dismiss that idea from her, but your eyes darted again to the overall wearing guy and she followed your gaze.
she slowly moved her head back at you after seeing what you were so... distracted about. a smirk broke in her face.
"oooh, little [nickname] has a cruuush?" ragatha teased you.
"wha- no- that's not-" before you could continue, your flushed cheeks got even more red as you saw him approaching. you immediately shut your mouth and just looked at the floor, trying to quickly hide your face
"sup', what are you two gossiping about today?" jax spoke in a mocking, sultry tone that had melting down a drain... not literally though.
"oh, nothing. you know, just the usual!" ragatha quickly tried to hide that topic from him, trying to distract or something. play it cool!
"uh-huh, and why is little cupid over here heating up like a preheated oven?" you almost choked on spit before looking at him with furrowed eyebrows and slightly flushed cheeks.
"none of your business, jax, don't bring your teasing and mocking over to [name]!"
"aww, why not?" jax dropped his hand on your shoulder, "say, little cupid, i heard doll face over here mentioning a crush, who do ya' have the hots for?"
your mind instantly went to answer "you" internally z meanwhile, your lips just answered in an almost quiet sound.
"i'm not telling you."
"huh, and why is that?" he leaned in close, and suddenly you felt absurdly claustrophobic.
he looks so... absurdly attractive with that smirk. you wish you could wipe it off of his face.
"because..." it doesn't take too long to come up with an excuse, you're an overthinker who is always prepared for this kind of situation, "you would mock me for it, and i don't feel like getting bullied by a purple beanpole."
"gasp, you wound me with your hateful words!" he dramatically posed, meanwhile ragatha chuckled in the background. "how can a cupid, made of pure love, be this mean?"
you just lightly punched him in the arm at that.
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night time seemed like a blur to you in this world. sleep? never heard of that.
it's been a month already and your crush hasn't faltered. instead, it got bigger each day, but to be fair, it was impossible for it to not grow. jax decided that, for some reason, he liked teasing you a bit too much since he found out you might have a crush on someone.
playful flirting seemed to be his favorite to use on you, since you just tried your best to not show how it actually affected you. honestly, you felt like some kind of cliche teenager movie where you're about to write his name on a notebook with hearts all around it.
and that felt too cheesy, even for a cupid.
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oh my stars, he wishes it's him.
you know, at first when you arrived at the digital circus, jax paid no mind to you. i mean, yeah, you were probably the cutest person in this digital purgatory, but he didn't think that he could fall for anyone in here, this isn't some weird sitcom episode. but it was starting to get difficult to not let him lose himself in a romantic trance when you were around.
he wonders if you used anything on him that could've possibly made him slowly fall for you, hard.
in the second week, he began noticing things about you. for example, you laughed at his jokes and sarcastic personality, got irritated for his pranks but never screamed at him, just shrugging it off like normally, you didn't even care when he stole something from your room.
it was mind breaking to just try and see what could get a reaction out of you towards him. until it was revealed that you had a crush on someone in that place.
jax isn't dumb, he already caught you looking at him from afar just to fastly change your gaze and get flustered, how your hands trembled when you were near him, heart eyes expanding when he talked to you. so, just to test if his theory was real, he decided to leave a subtle flirt for you. and that was checkmate.
he thought at first that it was weird, that maybe he could just play with you a little bit and entertain your little crush on him. but then, the spell turned against him. you flirted back once, and that made him feel awfully fuzzy minded. now, he was the one staring at you from afar sometimes.
that wasn't in his plans, falling for you even harder than you fell for him wasn't supposed to happen. yet, it did anyway.
and now the realization dawned on him that, at some point, he's going to have to either confess or simply hide that for forever, since that's the time they're gonna be stuck in the same dimension together. how fun, isn't it?
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your feet took you outside of the tent, as everybody was now sleeping comfortably in their own rooms. well, at least you thought they were. stepping onto the grass and breathing in some fresh air, you looked up, waved at the sun and the moon, who smiled back at you contently. then you finally sat down and layed on the saturated green ground, looking up at the fake stars.
you sighed heavily, trying to distract your worried mind that screamed about wanting to get out and at the same time never wanting to leave. it was downright confusing, and left you with pent up energy that made your brain go 100/mph.
you heard footsteps behind you, looking up just to meet with a yellow smile and cartoonish eyes. you immediately gulped as his smirk grew.
"heyyy little cupid, what are you doing here so late?" he questioned you with a lower tone of voice before sitting down by your side. you immediately sat up too.
"just... thinking about some stuff." not losing any chance, you tried to start a conversation. "what about you?"
"meh, just bored and couldn't sleep." jax then looked at you in the eyes. "what could you possibly be thinking about?"
"ah, you know... just the usual!" you tried to quickly change topics, you didn't feel like traumadumping on anyone today nor did you feel like telling him that he's the reason you didn't abstract yet.
"and, does the usual involve your secret little crush?"
your breathe hitches, "why are you so curious about who i like?"
"i just am, it's interesting to see your reactions when i mention them." he leaned down, holding his head with his hand as he still stared at you. "why don't you tell me who it is? i'm starting to get the wrong idea that it's me since you refuse to speak about the mystery person to me."
you think you just felt your heart stop. your eyes go wide and you can feel the heat coursing through your body, blood rushing and flushing your cheeks. you know what? okay then, since there is no escape from this situation, might as well finish the night with a bang before you leave to sleep.
"that's... not the wrong idea at all." you confessed, watching as his eyes went wide in a millisecond.
"what." he spoke before sitting up and grabbing your shoulders. "you're not fucking with me, are ya?"
you shook your head while embarrassingly looking to the floor, feeling frustration pooling in your head.
"no, i'm not. i like you jax, i like your stupid pranks, your stupid jokes, your mischievous smile, your ey-" you were cut off by lips meeting with yours.
as your current situation settled in your mind, you got yourself comfortable and closes your eyes, lacing your arms around his neck and pulling him even closer before you two fell back again, you under him. your stomach was doing backflips, breaking down at the feeling of being reciprocated.
when you finally broke apart, your heart eyes were absurdly big, staring at him while you panted for air. he chuckled at your face, giving a big smile while himself was actually melting at finally having you in his arms. jax laid his head on between your neck and your shoulder. you petted his head, until you felt something.
he was biting your neck, leaving love bites and hickeys behind.
first of all, you didn't even knew if he could open his mouth, but apparently he could (?). you couldn't think much of it, too busy holding back an embarrassing whimper. you held his head and tried not to close your legs around his waist as he continued to bite.
he pulled back, looking at you with a smirk and raised eyebrows.
"well, look what a mess i've done, darlin'. how do ya' feel?"
you couldn't even answer, feeling absolutely overwhelmed by his hand on your waist, the knee resting between your legs and your mind slowly losing it's control. instead of an answer, you just pulled him down for another kiss.
yeah, you probably were enjoying that, but jax? ha! in his mind, he was melting down a drain, patting himself in the back for the idea of deciding to take a night walk and accidentally seeing you. he grinned into the french kiss, feeling absurdly high at the moment.
he wasn't sure how everyone would react to you finally being his, not that he cared about their opinion, but he thinks if would be funny to see their faces. he can't wait for it to happen, but now it's not time to think about that.
it's time for him to think on how to calm his rapidly beating heart that might give you the hint that he loves you way more than you love him.
tell me, sunnie!!: AAAAA i finished writing this only the next day, sorry if it's too short btw!! i know it missed a lot and should have more things but it was rlly rushed bc i want to write more of him <\33 but yeah, thank you for reading sunshine!!
#sunnie's fics!!#the amazing digital circus#tadc#tadc jax#jax x reader#tadc x reader#the amazing digital circus jax#jax imagine#jax
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such pretty boy excuses
what better way to get back at your ex and âbest friendâ on prom night then by going after the man said âbest friendâ had been obsessed with for years?
pairing : heeseung x fem!reader + ex!sungchan x fem!reader
warnings + genre : suggestive. mentions of sex. jealousy. heeseung really doesnât like sungchan at all. all characters are said to be in highschool, but theyâre all 18.
wc : 1.5k
a/n : i just finished euphoria and im literally obsessed so this was inspired by nate and maddy at prom (maddy n fez are the best characters btw).
perm written taglist : @vousty
âNo matter how hard Minjeong tries, sheâll never be you.âÂ
The fluorescent lights did nothing to hide the obvious emotion in your eyes, pupils dilated as you burned holes into the two familiar people dancing under the chandelier.Â
âBesides, he doesnât care about her at all. He canât keep his eyes away from you.â
Your nails tore holes into the tablecloth as your hands formed fists, teeth clenching as you watched his hands push further up her thighs, his eyes staring directly at you.
âYn, donât.â One of your best friends, Yerim, pleaded from her spot across the table. She shared a look with your other friend, Sieun, their looks mirroring each other.
âIâm going to kill Minjeong.â You stood up from the table, chair flying back as you stormed into the crowd. Your hair bounced along your back, your dress swaying along with it.
You could feel Sungchanâs eyes on you, his heated look burning along your exposed shoulders. Your gaze never met his, your eyes zeroed in on one of the men leaning against the wall beside the buffet table.
The group of men all looked up as soon as they heard the sound of your heels clicking towards them, jaws dropping at the sight of you. All men except one began adjusting their hair, hands running through the strands in an attempt to tame their flyaways.Â
You stopped in front of the one youâd been watching, his smirk seeming brighter under the blue lights. âDance with me?â You stuck out your perfectly manicured hands, your seductive eyes matching his.
âOf course, Princess.â He responded in seconds, his much bigger hands enveloping yours. He stood from his spot, his eyes never leaving yours as he pulled you tight against him.Â
He bent at the waist, his nose touching yours as he whispered above your lips, âI can treat you so much better, just give me a chance.â
You quirked an eyebrow in response, a playful smile on your lips as you pushed your faces closer together. âCan you?â He gave a single nod, his hands tightening around you, âbut he made me feel so good.â
You noticed the way his eyes narrowed at you, a challenging tone coming out in response, âOh really?â
He let go of your hand to press his index finger against the bottom of your chin, tilting your head up higher, âWhat did he do to make you feel so good?â He teased the last two words, holding their syllables longer than the others.Â
You turned your back to him, hair hitting against his face as you rejoined your hands. You pulled him along with you, a purposely sway in your hips as you led him towards a spot near your ex-boyfriend.Â
You tilted your head back towards the man behind you, his gaze locked on your exposed thighs. âHeâd press me against the wall,â you tugged Heeseung into you, his chest against your back.
He leaned his head down beside yours, his lips settling near your cheek and he gestured for you to continue. âHeâd slot his leg between mine, wrap his hands around my waist as he pulled me against him.â
Your head fell back against his chest, eyes closing as he copied your words, his hands wrapping around your waist as he pushed his hips into you.
âThen heâd kiss my neck, whispering against my skin about how good I felt against him.â Heeseung guided your hips against him.
âWould he whisper about how much he loved you?â You turned your eyes towards Heeseung, an unknown look on your face as you shook your head.
âNo, not once.â Heeseung clicked his tongue, shaking his head in amazement, âIf you were mine, Iâd tell you every day.â
He used his hold on you to turn your body, your chests pressing against each other, âI'd always put you first, your pleasure would be my top priority.âÂ
You gave him an untrustful smile, head tilting to the side as you observed the way his eyes shone with sincerity, âI donât believe you, no man would ever put me first.â
Heeseung responded with a head shake right away, hands gripping against the back of your thighs as he pulled your body into a tippy-toe, âYouâre wrong, a real man would make you come undone five times before allowing himself to reach the same high.âÂ
You laughed in response, eyeliner enhancing the way your eyes narrowed at him. âFive times? Youâre crazy.â
Heeseung never laughed in return, his face completely serious as he watched the way you giggled at him, âIâm serious.â
Even though you still found his words ridiculous, you decided to muse him, âIâd be way too tired to continue on.âÂ
âThatâs fine, I can wait.â
âFor sure, Iâll hold you to it.â You pressed your cheek against his lower chest, eyes fluttering up at him with a sweet smile on your lips.
âYou donât believe me?â Heeseung raised your arms to wrap around his neck, pressing his head against the top of your hair.Â
âNo, Sungchan always told me that he was too tired after one time.â
âSuch pretty boy excuses.â Heeseung tutted out loud, his hatred for your ex only intensifying the longer he heard about the shitty he treated you. The hook.
âWell Iâm not Sungchan, am I?â The line.
âNo, youâre not.â
âWill you let me prove to you that Iâm telling the truth?â And finally, the sinker.
âDepends on how good of a dancer you are, this happens to be my favourite song.âÂ
Heeseung tilted his head back with a smile, shaking his head at your words. He stepped back a little bit, his hand stretched out towards you as he bent into a bow.
âIâm not the captain of the dance team for no reason.â You grabbed his hand in yours, allowing him to pull you back into him.
âProve it to me.â
âI will.â
The second the song ended you, once again, turned your back to the taller man. No words were shared as you began pulling him behind you, his body close to yours as he kept up with your pace.
The two of you were stopped when a loud shout of your name came from behind you, your feet pausing as your ex-boyfriend advanced towards you.Â
You squeezed Heeseungâs hand once before you turned to face the angry man, Heeseung following your initiative as he circled his arm around your shoulder. Â
âWhere the fuck do you think youâre going with-â Sungchan paused as he recognized the man against you.
âHeeseung? Are you fucking kidding me, Yn?â He laughed in disbelief, hands throwing up by his sides as he stared at the two of you in disbelief.
âReal classy, going after the man your best friend was in love with for years.â You turned your head while pretending to think, tongue pressing against the side of your cheek as you stared at Minjeong standing frozen behind Sungchan.
âBest friend? Weâre nothing more than strangers.â
âShe means nothing to me.â Minjeongs jaw dropped in shock at your tragic words, tears filling her eyes as she tried stepping closer to you.
âBest friends donât fuck each other's boyfriends.âÂ
It wasnât as big of a secret as Minjeong thought it was, it barely took you a week to notice her sneaking behind your back. Even though you and Sungchan had been broken up for a month, sheâd been seeing him for two.Â
âYou two really deserve each other.â Heeseung pouted at them, his arm tightening around your shoulder as he leaned down to press his lips against your cheek.
âBut donât worry, Yn is better with me anyway.â
âYou know nothing about her.â
It was obvious what Sungchan was hinting at, his eyes tracing your body up and down. Heeseung stepped in front of you, blocking you from his vision.
âAre you sure?â He didnât have to say much for Sungchan to make his own connections, his eyebrows furrowing.
âShe doesnât have to worry about me passing out on her, I can go all night.â The same way he did before, he stressed the last two words. His mockery was evident, the diss hitting Sungchan in the perfect way.
âToo bad we canât continue this littleââŹÂŚ talk,â Heeseung looked over Sungchanâs shoulder to look at Minjeong, winking at her once before he shot the two of them a smile, âWe have plans, Iâm sure youâll understand.â
Heeseung ignored their looks and led you towards the door, his comforting hand rubbing shapes against yours.Â
âYou did so good.â He cooed the second the door closed from behind you, his body pressing you against the wall adjacent to it.Â
âMy baby was so brave.â He pressed a small kiss against your earlobe, his teeth nipping at your skin. âLet me reward you, yeah?â
You nodded your head, eyes barely focused as you breathed him in. âPlease,â You tilted your head to the side as his lips connected with your neck, his hands squeezing at the skin around your hips.
âI love youâ Heeseung knew you thought he was just saying that because of your conversation from before, he knew that you wouldnât think twice about what he was saying against you.
It seemed that Heeseung had more than one thing to prove to you, and he was ready to spend the entire night showing you. Â
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