#they’re so annoyingly fun together

[noixdecagette]

let us see that camera roll satoru !!

ive been way too obsessed with sukugo lately so have this dumb piece until i get some actual decent ideas about them

(edit : did a redraw of the previous ones bc i didn’t like how Gojo turned out !!! sorry lmao)

[dream-with-a-fever]

ron weasley did not

come to privet drive to rescue harry from his abusive home after he hadn’t been replying to any of his letters and he was worried

almost back out of following the spiders bc they’re his biggest fear, but upon seeing hermione’s empty seat at dinner, find the courage to go

defend hermione from any and everyone who called her a mudblood

constantly worry about hermione’s workload (especially in 3rd year) and notice that whenever she disappeared

offer to teach hermione his entire family tree so that she could pretend to be pure blood to keep her safe from death eaters

defend harry to everyone (percy, seamus, half the school) when everyone thought he was lying about voldemort’s return

stand up on his broken leg in front of harry and say that “if you want to kill harry, you’ll have to kill us first!” to what they believed to be a raving lunatic mass murderer

gift dobby his newest weasley jumper and the new socks he got given for christmas

stand up against snape when he was bullying hermione (and got a detention as a result)

beg the deatheaters who were torturing hermione to “leave her alone!! take [him], have [him] instead!”

always check up on his friends when he notices something is up, even if it’s in subtle ways

immediately befriend harry on the train in ps and teach him about the wizarding world

write to charlie immediately so he could help hagrid out of trouble (re the dragon, norbert)

encourage neville to stand up to people, and praise him when he actually does it

help harry put on his pajamas after he broke his arm during quidditch

have to be physically restrained from attacking malfoy after he said he wished hermione had died in cos

worry about harry’s preoccupation with the mirror of erised and how it was affecting him

remind hermione to eat her meals and get a good night’s sleep when she’s studying 24/7 for their owl exams

display acute levels of emotional intelligence in the way he interacts with harry and hermione, essentially being the glue that keeps them all together

get splinched almost in half, lose blood and suffer agonising pain but seem more worried about the cattermoles and whether or not they were okay

realise his mistakes & own up to them, acknowledging his role in certain falling outs (especially in deathly hallows)

be genuinely hilarious and fun, and lighten the load in everyone else’s’ lives with the humour he brings to

write to his mother in ps asking her to give harry presents too because he doesn’t think he’ll received any

go to the department of mysteries to help harry without a second a thought

go on the run with harry to hunt for horcruxes without a second thought

run to hermione’s aid when malfoy hits her with a nasty hex outside snape’s classroom and take her to the hospital wing

help hermione with buckbeak’s appeal, spending hours upon hours reading up on the case

extend the first olive branch after fighting with hermione because of scabber’s “death” and apologising, after which she then apologises too

demand to re-try out for the position of keeper on the quidditch team because he wanted to earn it himself with no favouritism or help

choose to stay on the quidditch team despite the bullying from the slytherin team and his nerves about his flying ability

stand up to malfoy at every opportunity, when he was insulting him, but more importantly, insulting his family & his friends

save harry’s life in dh by pulling him out of the lake, and then kill the horcrux

remember the houseelves during the battle of hogwarts and worry about their safety

continue to admire and adore his older twin brothers despite the fact that they were sometimes cruel to him

become almost annoyingly protective of his little sister (ESPECIALLY after the diary situation)

single-handedly out smart and escape five armed and deadly snatchers

try his best to overcome his insecurities and feelings of being overlooked, in order to support the people around him

sacrifice himself without a second thought during the chess game in ps because he knew harry’s survival was more important than his

for y’all to speak on him the way you do. calling him cruel, evil, selfish etc??? open your fucking eyes

[fallstaticexit]

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Trigger Warning: Drug Use (Marijuana) / Discussion of death & loss / Transcript under the cut

Nancy: Are you going to tell me where we’re going?

Vanessa: Ever heard of savoring the moment? Basking in the adventure of the unknown?

Nancy: This sounds like a slasher film in the making.

Vanessa: You’re no fun, but fine. We’re going to my secret spot.

Nancy: Why are you taking me? What if I told someone about it?

Vanessa: You said you’re not a narc. Besides, we broke bread together.

Nancy: Oh, I see. I have dirt on you, so now you have dirt on me?

Vanessa: Wooow, Blondie! You have some serious trust issues.

Nancy: [mutters] Well. I don’t know you all that well..

Vanessa: I’m not mad. That makes sense. That just means I have to work extra hard to get you to trust me. I must warn you, I’m annoyingly persistent.

Nancy: What?

Vanessa: Nothing!

Nancy: Ok, seriously. What are we doing here?

Vanessa: Looking for my stash...ah fuck! Did someone jack my- ah-ha! Here she is!

Nancy: Who?

Vanessa: [sings] Mary Jane, I love her just the same.

Nancy: You brought us all the way out here to smoke pot?

Vanessa: What, you’d rather do it in front of the nuns? Get in here.

Vanessa: So, what’s your deal?

Nancy: My deal?

Vanessa: Yeah, like, why are you here? I doubt you saw a packet in the mail and thought, ‘I’d sure love to spend my senior year at a boring Catholic boarding school’. Unless you heard about all the hot guys here, then that makes sense.

Nancy: Wasn’t my idea.

Vanessa: Ok. So, what happened?

Nancy: [huffs] Well, if I talk about it then it never goes away, does it? That’s kind of the whole point.

Vanessa: [hums] Well, you’re in the right place, that’s for sure.

Vanessa: [murmurs] All you have to do is pray, and it all goes away.

Nancy: What’s your story?

Vanessa: Not much of a story. I was raised in the church. Heir to my family’s fortune. Blah blah blah. You know how it is, being a Landgraab and all.

Nancy: It wasn’t always like that. My brother was supposed to be next in line, but he died when I was 4.

Vanessa: Fuck, I’m sorry.

Nancy: It’s- I barely remember him, so..

Vanessa: [after a beat] My mom died giving birth to me. My father says I’ll spend the rest of my life being great to atone for it. That’s actually all he says to me.

Nancy: I don’t think my father knows he even has a daughter. I bet he doesn’t know the color of my eyes- he hasn’t looked me in them my whole life.

Vanessa: [laughs] What the fuck? We're really messed up, huh? You know, you’re not like any of the other girls here.

Nancy: Is that a bad thing?

Vanessa: No. I’m not like any of them either.

Nancy: [coughs aggressively]

Vanessa: [laughs] Don’t swallow it! We should head back before they start room checks. You do not want to catch Sister Anges in the halls after curfew.

Vanessa: [cackling] Move your ass, Landgraab!

Nancy: Shhh! We’ll get caught!

Sister Agnes: And where are you two coming from?

Nancy: We? Um. We...

Vanessa: From the greenhouse, Sister Agnes. I was just showing the new girl around. Nancy says she loves her some pot-

Nancy: -tted plants! Potted plants!

Sister Agnes: You should know the rules better than anyone, Ms. Villareal. No loitering in common areas without a chaperone. Up to bed now.

Nancy: Pot? Really?

Vanessa: I thought it would be funny!

Vanessa: Today was pretty fun. You should come hang out with us during rec. Dina and Nina are total bitches but they’re funny.

Nancy: Sure. Yeah. Cool.

Vanessa: Cool. ‘Night Blondie.

Nancy: Goodnight...Red.

[notjustjavierpena]

dark!joel miller dbf that comforts innocent!reader when she’s feeling lonely and sad but he can’t control himself and he coerces/manipulates her into him using her to relieve himself. pet names, condescending joel, breeding kink, the works 🫶🏼

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A/N: This might be my darkest filth to date. Thanks to anon for making me explore this side… it is definitely one of my favorite things to read, so let’s see if I’m good at writing it.

Summary: Joel, your dad’s best friend, finds you in your room crying and wants to comfort you.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader/you (no y/n)

Tags: +18 Smut (MDNI!), dub-con, pet names, innocence kink, age gap, clit stim, dirty talk, piv sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, dad’s best friend 

Word count: 3k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48393787

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When Joel enters your parents’ house, he is surprised to find the door unlocked, but with no one inside. He calls out for your father then, moments later, your mother, before realizing that no one is going to answer.

It’s only when he is about to leave again that he notices your annoyingly cute shoes by the front door. He smiles, unaware that you would be on a visit to your hometown this weekend. It also means that he can start his search for the keys to the car that he has agreed to lend over the next couple of days. 

… but they’re nowhere to be found, and the thought of you being somewhere in the house makes a manhunt seem more fun. He could ask you, he decides, yes, a very good idea. 

You wipe your tears with the back of your hand as you hear the first knock on your door. It is a frantic movement that serves no purpose except to make your face seem even redder with how much pressure you use to remove the tear streaks as well. 

“Come in,” you say nonchalantly, turning on your spinning chair to face the door with a brave face.

Joel presses down the handle and gently pushes the door open. He sticks his head inside, “Hey sweetheart, didn’t know you were home from college. I’m just tryna find the car keys. Your old man said they’d be—“

He notices your red face and his brows knit together in parental concern. He walks into your childhood bedroom and closes the door behind him, “How’s college treatin’ ya? Made any friends?”

Your bottom lip trembles a little. Joel thinks it might be the saddest and most precious thing he has ever seen, wanting to snap a picture of the pouty face you are making as you try to stop yourself from crying. 

“It’s horrible, Joel,” you confess and the tears start spilling uncontrollably, “I feel awkward. Out of place and boring—“

“Hey,” Joel immediately strides across the room, a pang in his stomach telling him to soothe you, “What’re you talking about?” 

“I feel less lonely alone in my childhood bedroom,” you let out a little laugh as you cry, but Joel just wipes a few tears from your eyes, and you help him by catching the ones threatening to drip down from your chin. It’s a nice little gesture to feel him soothe you, and you lean into the touch for just a moment to acknowledge what he is doing. 

“Kiddo,” he tuts, watches you rest your hands in your lap as he cups your face. It gives him the opportunity to slide his hand down your cheek to hold your chin with his thumb and index finger. He tips your head back to gain eye contact with you, “You’re a smart girl. Anyone would be lucky to have ya barging into their lives. Just gotta do it. No need to cry.”

“Easy for you to say. I never had to win you over,” you try to stifle the sob that’s going to spill from your throat, but it comes out in a croak anyway. 

Joel’s face softens even more. He wants to do whatever he can to make you stop crying, deciding to hold out his arms, “C’mere, kiddo.”

You get up from your seat at the desk and step into his arms, letting your forehead rest against his shoulder and your arms along your sides. He chuckles slightly, chest rumbling a little, and kisses the top of your head, “Attagirl. There, there.”

You don’t register the flip of a switch inside of him before it is too late, starting with the sniff of your hair that sets off something primal in Joel. It’s vanilla. Dumb, innocent, Girl Scout-esque vanilla. You smell like fucking vanilla, and the sweetness has him inhale deeply as he realizes that he has been holding his breath.

It makes the sweet scent fill his nostrils once again, and, unsurprisingly, has him hard within mere seconds. He pokes into your thigh, and you look down with a loud gasp and the redness in your cheeks isn’t caused by crying anymore.

“Joel,” you sound confused, unable to find a proper way to respond to the situation.

Joel makes a decision then. He lets his arms unwrap from you and reaches down to undo your jeans, fumbling only for a moment with the button until getting to the zipper. 

“What are you doing?” Your eyes widen. Even moreso when he sticks a hand in your pants. 

“Nothing, I’m just tryna make you feel better, sweetheart,” he replies, smiling softly at you, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes as they’ve darkened with lust. When he swipes his fingers over your clit, your gasp turns into a moan and you grab onto him. Joel is in heaven, “There we go. Ain’t that better?”

“We shouldn’t—“ you argue, but Joel’s fingers grind harder against your clit, and heat starts to rise between your legs. 

“Shhh, shut up for a second and let yourself enjoy this. Betcha stupid college boys can’t make you come like I will in just a moment.”

You moan a little louder, shaking your head both to answer his postulate and to tell him to stop, “But Joel… Ah.”

Joel knows he shouldn’t, but you were waltzing around in a bikini this summer, and he hates you for growing up to be such a fine young woman. He cannot stop thinking about you in the red one with high legs, barely covering your ass and sending an old dog like himself to fuck his hand in his best friend’s bathroom. He deserves this after all this time.

His fingers move back and forth between your legs, expertly closing in on your climax with each swipe and you hold onto him for dear life. Your hips buck as you come, and he can feel a slight gush on his digits as your legs start to shake. 

“Good girl,” he praises, slowing down his touches until your high passes. Only then, he retracts his hand and watches the dazed look upon your face. 

It takes a few moments before you realize what has just taken place, drunk on being touched by a handsome man. Quickly, you reach to button your pants again, but Joel lays a hand on top of your wrist. Your doe eyes nearly have him toppling over.

“Joel, we cannot do shit like that,” you whisper despite no one being there but you and him. 

“Language,” he reprimands without hesitation, “Turn around.”

You make yourself a little taller, but cannot hide the blush on your face, indicating your heart rate, “I mean it.” 

“Turn around,” he reaches under your hand and curls his fingers into the waistband of your jeans, and you respond by looking down, “S’my turn.”

“Fuck, Joel— dad’s gonna murder you,” you continue your whisper. 

“Your daddy ain’t here right now,” Joel yanks at your jeans hard to turn your around. He kicks the spinning chair to the side, so he can push you down over your childhood desk and nearly make you knock over its pink lava lamp. 

The pulsing between your legs returns. You look at him over your shoulder, curling your toes in your socks as the anticipation of what is about to happen hits you. You know that you should fight it, and you make a last effort to stop him, but it isn’t very convincing. 

“It isn’t right.”

“You don’t want to leave me hard enough for your precious daddy to see, do ya? Or do ya wanna get me in trouble?” Joel reveals what he is doing behind you when you hear the buckle of his belt. The metal hits your carpet with a clink, “Answer me so I know if you’ll fuck me over.”

“N-no, of course not, never,” you stutter, already reaching to pull your jeans down now that Joel never allowed you to button them again. Joel wants to bite down on his fist, watching the blue and pink Superman panties reveal themselves. It’s all so perfectly innocent and he is going to ruin you by putting his cock in you.

Joel knows you’re not a virgin; has seen you getting picked up by some boy with a shitty car a few times. It’s fine. It makes this easier, to just be relentless, even if he wishes that he’d been the one to show you the ropes, wondering briefly if the stupid boy has ever made you come like he will. No matter what, he is sure that no one has ever made you come that fast. 

“Was it so hard to give in?” Joel eventually asks, pushing his own jeans and then briefs down over his hips, settling them around his knees. You shake your head, mirror him by tugging at your panties, showing off your wetness by slowly pulling to reveal the way they stick to your cunt. 

“Oh fuck,” he moans, cock twitching without even having touched you. He watches the light trickle of wetness seep from your pussy, glistening right before his eyes to invite him in. It takes all his willpower not to stuff you to the brim right then and there, “That all for me?”

You look back at him again, nodding slowly with your bottom lip between your teeth. You know this isn’t right but there’s nothing that could stop you from doing this when you’re this horny, this curious to know if he’ll even fit.

“Eyes front, sweetheart. Gonna fuck you real good,” he promises, watching you obey prettily and rest your tits on the Hello Kitty computer mat. 

“Please, put it in,” you whine, spreading your legs a little.

Joel lazily grabs his cock between his thumb and forefinger, takes a step closer toward you and nudges the thick head between your folds. He steadies his heartbeat with a slow breath, exhaling heavily as he starts to enter you. Fuck, he knows this will have the capability of ruining his life forever if anyone finds out but when you whimper at his size, he knows that he is done for; nothing will ever be enough again after feeling the tight grip of your young and inexperienced cunt.

“It’s not going to fit,” you tell him with slight panic to your voice, hands coming up to grab whatever you can but only the surface is safe. You are already panting from the pulsing of your walls, body resisting him just slightly. You want to tell him that you haven’t been fucked in months, and that you’ve never been with someone his size, girth stretching your aching cunt until your body feels feverish, “I’ve never been… Please, Joel, Mr. Miller. I—“

“Fuck you calling me Mr. Miller like your cunt didn’t just squeeze down on me when you said it,” Joel growls. He moves forward without warning, bottoming out inside of you and making you keen loudly as you feel him bump into your cervix. It hurts. Your nails dig into the wood, mouth opening in a silent shout.

“You never been what? With a man?” Joel continues, the real man is implied. A soothing hand comes to rest on top of the small of your back, acknowledging the pain that he has caused for just a moment before reaching to grab your hips with both hands. 

You suck in a sharp breath, screwing your eyes shut as you wait for the first thrust. Joel pulls back only slightly then settles inside of you again with a brutal force, thinking that you might as well get used to it quickly so that there’s no rush to finish the job if your father arrives home. He does realize that this is a possibility at any given moment. It makes him jerk inside you.

After that, he starts a pace that has little consideration for you. He will take what he has wanted since the beginning of summer, thrusting harshly into you and making the desk slam against the wall until you are a moaning mess underneath him. It doesn’t hurt as much anymore, especially when his dick slides over that little spot inside of you that you’ve never felt anyone be able to do before. 

“Fuck,” you gasp loudly, clenching once as the nudge inside of you sends signals to your clit. It throbs like before, ready to be touched again but you don’t dare let go of the wooden desk in case you topple off onto the floor.

“You don’t fucking swear or I’ll tell on you to your daddy,” one of his hands slide up to hold onto the back of your neck. He leans over you, goes impossibly deeper. 

“Sorry, it-it’s just…” you whine, struggling a little against his grip but eventually managing to look back at him like earlier. It causes his fingers to dig into your cheek instead of your neck, “No one’s ever—“

He can see you struggling to stop yourself from cussing again, making him smirk as he breathes raggedly into the very pink room. He holds your gaze, ignoring the family photos on the wall in front of him, “Never what?”

“Fucked me like this, ah, made me want to co— Joel, made me want to come again,” you blurt out and squeeze your eyes shut again at a particularly hard thrust. You moan loudly, now also standing on your tippy toes because Joel’s hips are so strong that he is about to lift you off the ground a little. 

The hand on your neck and cheek slips around your head, covering your mouth to stop you from swearing once again. He wishes he had time to teach you a lesson. His fingers dig into the corners of your mouth, and you fight the urge to bite down to feel just a bit of relief from the tension building up in the pits of your stomach, tugging from inside towards your touch-starved clit whenever he thrusts against your g-spot.

“If you can’t use your words properly without spitting filth,” he says firmly despite his slowly crumbling facade, balls tightening as his climax builds just like yours, “Then you don’t get to talk at all, baby girl. Gotta save whatever pieces of your daddy’s girl I can now that I know you take cock like this. My cock. Bet you want me to come inside too, huh?”

You groan and nod, salivating into Joel’s palm. It shouldn’t turn you on, but the idea of him spilling inside of you and the fear of what could come next… it sends a thrill shooting up your spine. Testing the waters, you push back into him and the noise that it pulls from the back of his throat is worth a tacky porcelain dolphin shattering on the floor. 

With the splintering of the little figurine, Joel’s hand on your mouth pushes into you harder and he eventually has you upright. You still have both palms on your desk, arms stretched to help Joel keep you from falling over again. The front of your thighs burn as the edge of the table digs into them, creating a red line across them with each forceful move of Joel’s hips. 

You say something, but it’s muffled. Yet Joel guesses right without any explanation, hand on your hip coming around your front to find your clit and using two fingers to coax your orgasm closer. You feel a fire pool between your thighs, eyes rolling back into your skull as you near the edge. 

When you come, Joel groans along with you. He feels your pussy starting to pulse around his length, each drag of your walls sending him dangling on the brink of his own little death. He speeds up, lets go of your mouth to grip the edge of the desk and slam into you. 

“Gonna fill up that sweet cunt, watch you panic when you get bred like a slut,” he says through gritted teeth, and you wail as you try to get his hand away from your over sensitive nub that he has yet to let go off. He rubs you in earnest, has you screaming as he forces another high out of you that sucks him harder into you and makes him come inside of you. 

He will never admit how turned on the idea of you being late next month has you, but he makes sure that you milk every damn drop of his release with little care of the future horror it might bring. 

That’s when the sound of a door opening and closing sounds from downstairs. It sends you into an absolute panic, pushing back into him and Joel grunting, but then pulling out of you hurriedly. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you swear despite what he has just told you, pulling up your underwear and jeans without any consideration for Joel’s come eventually making a mess of them. You should pee, wash yourself and splash cold water onto your face to cover up what you have just done but there’s no time.

Joel dresses as well beside you. He seems a little calmer, but he can feel his heart nearly beating out of his chest. This was a bad choice. A really, really bad decision from his side. He would apologize if he felt sorry though. 

Quickly, the both of you descend from the stairs and into the kitchen. Your father is there, a puzzled look on his face as he sees the two of you together. 

“Hey,” you try to sound cool and collected, “Mr. Miller just came over to borrow the car keys but we couldn’t find them.”

“Shit, was that today?” Your dad goes around the kitchen island and into the hallway. He fishes out the keys from a bowl on the side table in there, “Sorry, Joel. I coulda sworn it was tomorrow.”

“No problem,” he holds his hands up in surrender, showing no harm inflicted, “I’ll be back later tonight.”

“Here ya go.”

“Thanks,” he catches them as your dad throws them across the kitchen, “See ya later.” 

He leaves without any more words, but he also leaves you with a shame that you never thought you could feel as you feel his come slide out of you and into your panties. You don’t even hear your dad asking you the first time about what you want for dinner. 

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[alphajocklover]

Since I've been seeing some G2S stories on here, why not the opposite? Straight and traditional men becoming massive himbo sluts begging for other men to use them~

The jock studies phenomenon that has been sweeping the nation (and turning students into muscular jocks submissive to their coaches) hasn’t been without its detractors. Certain students and faculty alike spread crazy, impossible rumors about ‘transformations’ and ‘brainwashing’. Most misunderstandings were cleared up by a simple discussion with one of the program's coaches (which would often end with a new jock studies student sucking off said coach happily). But some put up more of a fight. Surprisingly it’s not usually the students that do this. Being younger they’re usually far more open, more malleable, and more willing to give Jock Studies a chance. It’s actually the teachers who cause the most problems for the program. They’re more stubborn, more experienced with the world, and often very protective of their students. Still, it’s an easy fix. Takes a bit more effort, more meetings with a coach, and a more forceful approach, but soon you have a willing new coach for the program. But those who really put up a fight, who cause the coaches and jocks a unique amount of trouble, they face… a special punishment. Take Chester here. He was a student, but he didn’t act like it at all, acting more like his father who was the Dean of students. He and his father were both traditional, stern, horribly homophobic and annoyingly perceptive. They proved to be quite the obstacle for the program, and together threatened to ‘expose their sinful ways to the world’, whatever that meant. So, when they were unable to break the Dean with the usual methods… the coaches at the school thought of something special. Instead of breaking the Dean, they broke Chester. Right in front of him. And they didn’t make him a regular jock either, but a flamboyantly gay one. It wasn’t long before Chester was spreading his legs for the football team's coach as his father watched. Soon both father and son were broken, with Chester as a proud new member of Jock Studies major and the Dean a brainwashed tool. It’s always fun to watch straight men break for coach.

**maybe not my best story but I love straight to gay stuff and figured with this prompt I could revisit the Jock Studies idea.**

[rhaenella]

CL16 | Is It Over Now? | pt.6

pairing: charles leclerc x singer!reader

genre: social media au

summary: you and charles have been everyone's fave couple on the grid, but when you somewhat unexpectedly break up, you turn to songwriting to cope with the pain

face claim: léon

a/n: enjoy the penultimate part! 🥰

･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 7

masterlist

･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･

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y/n: When you go to the loo for 5 mins and you come back to find this in your camera roll… (there are like 30 more of these btw)

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landonorris: Perks of flying with Norris Airways

y/n: It was a little cramped tbh

maxverstappen1: Verstappen Airlines is open for bookings

y/n: Hm… I might hold you to that

landonorris: Heyyy 😕

danielricciardo: We should’ve been models

y/n: Please 😂 What a wasted opportunity

user36: omg lando and daniel 😭😭😭

user37: they’re so annoyingly cute i can’t

user38: 😍😍😍

user39: i will never tire of seeing y/n hangout with the other drivers 🥹

yourbestfriend: Monaco get ready, y/n is back to party

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11 August

y/n’s story

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13 August

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maxverstappen1: Monaco Padel Champions 2023 🏆

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kellypiquet: ♥️

carlossainz55: 👏👏

landonorris: This is definitely not us making fun of the loser team

maxverstappen1: 😂

alex_albon: Whose idea was it to team up Daniel with y/n?? That’s the easiest win ever

landonorris:✌️

danielricciardo: Shut up. We’re the best team in the world 👯

y/n: Let them be darling, they don’t understand our genius

maxverstappen1: You call winning zero sets “genius”?

y/n: Shut up

13 August

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y/n’s story

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14 August

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charles_leclerc: Missed being in the car. Otherwise I enjoyed every second of it 🤍 Onto Zandvoort! 💪

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scuderiaferrari: ❤️

joris__trouche: Let’s goooo 🇳🇱

arthur_leclerc: La huitième photo 🔥

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user40: CHARLIE 😍

user41: always with the shirtless pics 🥵🥵

user42: lol the utter panic on his face during the pingpong game

user43: soooo… where’s maddy, charles?

user44: she left remember 🙊

user43: do you think she “left” left 👀

user45: imagine if she did lmao

user43: OH THE DRAMA

user46: guys don’t give me hope

21 August

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y/n: Summer ‘23 w/ some of the best people 💛

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taylorswift: Ahhh it was so good to finally be on stage together!! 💖

y/n: Yesss, couldn’t agree more!!! We should do it again sometime ☺️

landonorris: Thank you for coming love ❤️

y/n: Wouldn’t have wanted to miss it for the world 😘

user47: the prettiest

user48: please come to germany next 🙏

user49: STUDIO?? MORE MUSIC???? 

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user50: you look so much happier :’)

user51: she really does 😍😍 she seems to be doing much better since la 

25 August

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wagsf1update: ‼️Charles Leclerc and Maddy Hill have broken up‼️ More updates soon

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user52: no. fucking. way.

user53: well that lasted a whole four ass months

user43: OMG WE WERE RIGHT

user45: i can’t believe it

user46: my prayers have been answered 😭

user54: congrats to sharl for seeing the light 

user55: bye adieu arrivederci maddy 👋

1 September

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a/n: hmm, y/n seems to be getting closer with lando… but with daniel as well, and charles is also single again… i wonder what will happen next 👀

on a more serious note though, i unfortunately have to postpone part 7 until somewhere between christmas/new year’s eve… i’m going on a trip abroad to visit family for the holidays and i really tried to get part 7 ready in time but alas. we can all blame tumblr’s annoying policy of not allowing 10+ images on the app. anyways, i do have a finished request lined up, so i’ll post that next week instead :)

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[spoilmesweetieforficssake]

hi hi hi!! I love your fics so much and i don't know if you're still taking requests but if you are could you write a Melissa x reader where the reader is madly in love with Melissa and everyone kind of knows except for Mel. And when Mel starts flirting with Gary reader starts going on random dates to try and get over Mel, but Mel gets jealous and hates every person that reader tries to date. And their friendship gets all angsty but they of course end up happily together and everyone at Abbott is like "finally took you two long enough"

I feel like saying this has taken forever isn't actually an exaggeration - but better late than never! I hope after all this time that this is at least close to what you were looking for. I admit though, I got a bit indecisive with the ending, so there are actually two and you can pick which you prefer.!

~

Melissa and Gary are a thing, and you hate it. Worse, you hate that you hate it.  You want to be happy for her, you really do, but you can’t help the way your heart clenches painfully every time you hear her talk about what she and Gary are doing together, or apparently the nausea that comes with seeing them together.

Still, you weren’t raised without manners and in love with your friend though you may be, you are Melissa’s friend first and foremost.  So you slap on a smile and endure the looks of sympathy from your colleagues. 

When you start to distance yourself it’s not because you don’t want to spend time with the redhead, but as an act of self-preservation.  Your little Abbott family, who were annoyingly quick to pick up on the fact you were in love with the red head, are also quick to pick up on the shift. 

Barb is the first to say something out loud, offering to set you up with a nice girl she knows.  It’s unexpected and takes you by surprise.  “Thanks, Barb.  It’s really sweet of you but I’m not looking for anything serious just now.”

You miss the daggers being aimed at the kindergarten teacher behind your head and in making a break for the coffee machine you also miss the older woman’s raised eyebrow in response to a certain red head. 

*

“So, how many matches did we get?” asks Jacob like it’s some kind of team game, as he comes into the break room to find you on your phone. 

It had been games night the night before, but the board game had ended up set aside and Jacob and Janine got you set up on Tinder.  Melissa suddenly becomes very interested in your phone screen over your shoulder.

“You really think you need an app to get a date?”

“Well we can’t all have our other halves roll in with our favourite drinks, can we?” you quip, ignoring her jibe.  You keep your eyes on your phone, all too aware of the silence that has fallen over the breakroom at your comment.

You jump as Melissa suddenly leans over your shoulder, swiping at your screen.

“She’s too old for you.”

You turn to look at the red head with a raised eyebrow.  “Actually, I set the age range myself, so she’d have been just the right age.”

She huffs and you turn back to your phone, and if you swipe with a little more vigour than before, well, it’s certainly not to prove a point. 

*

You manage to set up a couple of dates via the app, but they’re terrible.  What you hoped could be a chance to blow of a little steam ends of being up being a few awkward drinks with people who are more interested in their image and talking about themselves than anything else. 

Not that you tell that to Melissa.  No, as far as she’s aware the string of dates you’ve on have been great. 

“Yeah, that’s why you keep going on new ones,” she quips one day.

“I didn’t say I planned on marrying these people,” you huff.  “But it’s not illegal to want a little fun!”

Melissa snorts.  “You’re not that shallow,” she smirks as she passes you on her way out of the room.

You lay your head on the table, groaning. 

“Those dates that bad, huh?”

Your head flies up at the words, eyes wide as you take in Ava pouring a liberal amount of sugar into her coffee.  Had she been there the whole time?  “They’ve not been great,” you admit.  “I don’t tend to well on dates when I’ve never really met the person, never mind barely messaged them,” you admit.

Ava cocks her head to the side.  “You let Tweedledumb and Tweedleditzy set up that account, didn’t you?”

You nod, not quite sure where she’s going with this.

“Yeah, you ain’t gonna get dates who just want to do the dirty and not expect breakfast in the morning with something they set up.”  She slides into the seat opposite you and holds out her hand.  “I can fix that.  Gimme your phone.”

She rolls her eyes as you flinch back.  “You know what?  Forget that stupid app.  I’ll get you a date.  You’ll love this one.  Trust me.”

You’re not entirely convinced you do as she waggles her eyebrows playfully at you, but surely anything has to be better than the dates you’ve recently been on?

*

You walk in to the bar and for a moment you think that Ava has somehow set you up with Melissa.  The red hair catches you attention first, the feminine curves a quick second, but then you realise the hair is not quite the right colour, the curves less pronounced.  The description of the outfit matches though so after taking a moment to compose yourself, you make your way over and say hi. 

Blue eyes meet yours as she stands and the woman takes a moment to look you up and down as you squirm under the attention.  How people can do anything other than blush and stutter under the scrutiny of a beautiful woman you’re not sure.  One thing you do know though, is that this woman is indeed beautiful.

“Ava said you might be a little nervous, so got you a drink.” 

You thank her, taking a sip only to realise that Ava must have also told the woman what you drank.  Your second sip turns more into a gulp as you proceed to down the drink.  “Sorry,” you say sheepishly.  “Could at least have asked your name before I downed the drink you bought me.”

She smiles at your embarrassment, extending a hand.  “Joanne,” she offers.  “Jo, if I decide I like you.”

“Here’s hoping,” you smile back, shaking the offered hand. 

*

It’s going well, you realise.  The conversation is flowing between you and can’t deny she’s attractive.  She seems to like what she sees too if her flirting and casual touches are anything to go by.  There’s just one problem.  There’s another red head on your mind and you can’t help but compare the two. 

Joanne seems to feel your hesitancy.  “It’s fine,” she says, her smile turning gentle as she places a hand on your arm.  “Ava suggested you might be a little emotionally unavailable, but it’s been a while since I had a date with a cute girl, so I figured what’s the harm?”

“Sorry,” you say, ducking your head. 

“Don’t be,” smiles the red head.  “Look, we’re here, why don’t you tell me what’s going on?”

“You don’t deserve that,” you say, shaking your head.

Joanne merely smirks.  “You’re buying the drinks.”

There’s something about her easy manner that puts you at ease.  You look up at her, waiting patiently for you to speak.  Ava had clearly told her more than your favourite tipple. 

“What’s her name?” she asks.

You feel your cheeks heat up.  Here you are, sitting on a date with a beautiful, interesting, apparently endlessly patient woman, and she’s asking about her.  “Melissa,” you say in all but a whisper.

“Let me guess,” smirks the other woman.  “Red head, my kinda age?”

Your blush only deepens.

Joanne chuckles.  “Ava ain’t subtle, honey.  But you know you gotta move on before your little heart breaks even more.” 

The hand that had been resting on your arm moves to cup your cheek as she leans in to kiss you.  It’s nice.  It’s really nice.  And for a moment, you find you’re not thinking about Melissa. 

*

“Well fuck,” sighs Melissa, halting in her steps.  She stands, unable to look away as she sees you in the bar, clearly on a date.  For a moment, she’s not sure what to do.  She had been on her way to your apartment, but she can hardly interrupt your night now.  “What a shitty end to a shitty night,” she breathes, stuffing her hands into her jacket pockets as she turns on her heel and heads home, her steps much less determined than they had been.

*

When Monday rolls around you’re in a better mood than you’ve been in a while.  To your surprise, you actually enjoyed Ava’s date.  She was good company, and after you were honest with her, it turned out she was also rather good at giving advice.  The advice being that you should be the friend you’ve always been to Melissa, after all, it’s not the red head’s fault you fell in love with her.  The kissing and light making out was just a bonus, really.  A little fun never hurt, after all. 

Melissa, however, isn’t quite so bright come Monday.  She’s quiet, distracted and when you finally ask what’s wrong at lunch, she just shakes her head and leaves the room.  You look to Barb, hoping she’ll take pity and at least cast a little light on the situation. 

“She and Gary broke up,” she tells you quietly, her voice low to keep the other’s from hearing.

“Oh,” you breathe.  You’re not quite sure what to say to that.

*

At the end of the day, you look up from your tidying to find Melissa loitering in your doorway.  “Hey,” you say by way of greeting.  “Barb told me,” you tell her, offering a sad smile.  “Sorry to hear.”

She shrugs.  “I think I knew it was coming…just, didn’t expect it to happen the way it did.”

You watch as she comes to sit on the edge of your desk.  “Saw you out on your date on Saturday.  Was actually on my way to yours.”

“Oh,” you say, your cheeks heating up.  “Yeah, Ava set me up.  She was great but we’re not taking it any further.  Or at least, it’s nothing serious.”

“But you looked like you were having a good time, and she…”

You shake your head.  “I was…it was…Gary’s an ass by the way, for leaving you,” is what finally comes out.

“Actually, Gary isn’t an ass” she sighs.  “Gary called it quits because he asked me if I’d ever say yes if he asked me the question…and I told him I couldn’t.”  She drops her gaze, hanging her head.  “He knew it wasn’t just my past that meant I couldn’t say yes.  He knew my heart wasn’t in it…”

You start putting two and two together and getting dangerously close to four.  Gary broke up with Melissa because she wouldn’t say yes to that question.  Because her heart wasn’t in it. 

“Why did Ava set you up with that woman?” asks Melissa, still not looking up. 

Unable to properly see her face, hidden as it is by her hair, you can’t read her expression as you’d like to.  Your next words feel important thought.  “Ava knows my type.”

Melissa nods, her eyes still on the floor.  “Why ain’t you gonna see that woman again?”  This time she does look up.  “You looked like you were actually enjoying yourself.”

“I was,” you admit.  There’s no point lying.  She saw you, probably smiling and laughing.  “Ava set me up with her because she knew I’d find her attractive.  But she also told her I might be a bit hung up on someone else, so that night, when you saw me with her, I was probably talking about you.”

“You were talking about me, with her, while she was kissing you?”

That comment lets you place when Melissa would have walked by.  You nod.  “When you saw me, that was probably right around the time she told me I should think about moving on if I didn’t want to break my own heart even more.”

Melissa stands and is in front of you before either of you can think.  She looks at you for what feels like forever, green eyes searching your face, for what you don’t know.  She reaches up to touch your face and you close your eyes on instinct, gasping at the featherlight touch of her lips against yours.  Covering the hand on your face with your own, you open your eyes as she pulls back.  “I can’t do this if your heart’s not in it.”

“What if it is?”

* Ava

*

“Well I was gonna ask how you enjoyed my date but I guess I got my answer.”

The pair of you jump at the sound of Ava’s voice.

“About damn time you two got your shit together.  If I’d knows all it would take to get you with this spicy white was to put another firecracker in front of you I’d have done it months ago!”  She claps her hands excitedly.  “Oh this is too good to keep!”  She disappears from the doorway, only for her head to pop back around a moment later.  “Just no funny business in front of the kids.  But what happens in the supply closet stays in the supply closet,” she grins, waggling her eyebrows at the pair of you.  With that, she leaves you, the sound of her heels echoing along the hallway. 

“Ava!” scolds Melissa, thinking she’s going to have to take disinfectant wipes the next time she ventures into the supply closet.  With Ava, there’s no guessing what level of depravity the room has been subjected to. 

You know your cheeks are beet red, and you hide your face against Melissa’s shoulder. 

“This isn’t exactly how I saw this going,” admits the red head. 

Raising your head, you look up at her with hopeful eyes.  “But you saw it going somewhere?”

She shrugs.  “You seem keen on going on all these dates, how about one with me?”

Biting your lip, you take a moment to just look at her; the slightly shy expression, the twinkle in her eye.  Nodding, you lean in to kiss her once more.

“You know I almost didn’t believe her.”

You pull apart to see Barb in the doorway.

Melissa rolls her eyes.  “Anyone else wanna come and watch?”

A moment later Janine’s head appears around the doorframe, Jacob close behind.

“Seriously?” snaps the red head, hands on her hips. 

Ava returns, a wide grin plastered on her face.  “They wanted to come and confirm before I collected my winnings.”

“Winnings?” asks Melissa, eyebrow raised and tone bordering on dangerous.

“Hand it over people,” smirks Ava, hand extended.

“Oh hell no!”  The red head snaps into action, heading for the group.  “You did not bet on me!”  She snatches the notes from Ava’s outstretched hand.  “You bet on my happiness I’m sure you won’t mind if this goes towards it!  Y/N? Let’s go!”

You look at the hand being held out towards you and are quick to hoist your bag onto your shoulder and follow her.  You duck your head and blush under everyone’s gaze but can’t help but grin as your hand settles in her own. 

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” calls Ava. 

The group watches you both go, Melissa rolling her eyes at the hollering they let out as she puts a possessive arm around your waist.

* Barb *

If Barb notices that Melissa is unusually reserved as they order their drinks she says nothing of it.  Truth be told, she had only suggested the meal to make sure Melissa wasn’t left sitting in the house on her own on a Friday night, or worse, going out to the bars on her own in search of some company for the night.

“There’s something I gotta tell you,” says the red head, setting down the menu wasn’t even reading. 

“You’re not getting back together with him, are you?” asks the Kindergarten teacher. 

“What?  No!  No, I…that’s over and it’s for the best,” replies Melissa.  “No, the night Gary broke up with me, I ended up going for a walk to clear my head and ended up heading to Y/N’s apartment, except I didn’t quite make it there,” she admits.  “I saw her out on that date Ava set her up on.”  She sighs, wishing she had waited for their drinks to have arrived.  “And it made me feel…”

“Jealous?” Barb ventures.

Melissa looks up, meeting her friend’s eyes.  “I guess that covers it, yeah.”  Taking a deep breath, she pushes on.  “Anyway, I spoke to her on Monday about it…and I might have kissed her.”  Admission made, she looks away, pleased to see the waiter arriving with their drinks.  She doesn’t even let him put it on the table before she takes it and raises it to her lips.  It’s only when she finally sets her cocktail glass down, half empty, that she dares to look at her friend once more.

What she sees is a gentle smile.

“Took you long enough.”

“What?” she asks, a frown creasing her features.

“You have liked that girl since before Gary was even on the scene,” says Barb.

Melisa’s frown only deepens.  “Then why did you push me, literally may I add, in his direction?”

At this, Barb’s smile falters.  “I hoped it might make you realise how you felt about her.”

The red head lets out a huff, reaching for her glass once more.  “Well that went well, didn’t it?”

“It wasn’t my finest moment”, admits the older woman.  “But maybe it’s all finally working out in the end?”

Melissa fidgets with her straw.  “So you don’t think she’s too young? Too…”

Reaching out, Barb places a gentle hand on her friend’s arm.  “I think she’s in love with you, and I think you like her, a lot.”

Cheeks pinking, Melissa puts down her glass.  “I do.  A lot.  A helluva lot.”

Knowing it says something in itself the fact the red head isn’t making a joke, but rather admitting how she feels, Barb knows this is the real deal.  She knows if this goes South that hearts will be well and truly broken, but she’s seen the two of you together.  You work well together.  There’s a quiet in you that balances out the boisterousness of Melissa.  A steadiness that although she won’t admit it, the red head craves. 

“I think you could be good for each other,” she says softly.  “And no, I don’t think she’s too anything.”

[geminibsworld]

fingertips - t.b

summary: enemies to lovers

warning: cussing, smoking, drinking, smut & infidelity

pt.2

“mike!” Priscilla shouts, brushing down her school uniform. her feet padding on the wooden floor below her. she enters her bedroom and sits on her bed. she pulls up her her thigh highs, before slipping her mary jane’s on.

“mike!” she yells again, as she buckles them. she sits up, making sure her dutch braids feel even. she mumbles to herself, before grabbing her glasses putting them on before she stands up grabbing her bag and walking down the stairs.

she sees mike, and his airpods in his ears as he stares at his phone. she rolls her eyes before walking up to him. she sighs annoyingly, looking at the time on her phone. mikes eyes finally meet pricilla’s.

“oh, hi baby, is it time to go?” he asks, setting down his phone and taking out his airpods and placing them in the case. he stands up giving her a quick kiss on her cheek before grabbing his bag. she follows him out the door, slamming the door behind her.

“are you upset with me?” he asks, turning around his brown eyes meeting her hazel eyes. she frowns and shakes her head.

“no- i have thing about being on time and ready to go. you know this,” she shrugs, rolling her eyes. mike grabs pricilla’s hand, entwining their fingers.

“baby, you stress too much. too easily.” he says, a small chuckle escaping his lips, she glances up at him.

“you relax too much,” she says, emphasizing ‘too much,’ mike scoffs next to her, shaking his head.

“im just trying to help,” he says, shaking their hands playfully.

“you would help me if you actually paid attention to these things,” priscilla looks at him sternly. mike rolls his eyes, going quiet.

“mike!” a voice calls behind them, priscilla instantly groans out loud. mike glances at her, before snapping his head to look behind them.

“hey tommy boy,” mike laughs, letting go of her hand. pricilla stops turning around seeing, Tom, mikes best friend. he grins, as mike and him and do a handshake that they do every time they greet each other.

tom annoyed priscilla, more than anything. his tall, lean frame, his wavy brown hair, his blue eyes, that she’s noticed change color in certain light, everything annoyed him. he was like mike, careless, not stressed, ever and was the biggest man whore she’s ever met. he was a nuisance to her, tom thought pricilla’s hatred was funny. infact, he always pushed her buttons, too much. he was always laughing at her, teasing her, annoying her, she wanted to punch him desperately. to the point, her fist is always balled up especially when he’s around. pricilla used to have a crush on tom, before she even met mike. she always thought tom was cute, not anymore though.

“ah! my favorite annoyance!” tom’s voice, erupted a big smile on his face as he approached her. mike walks next to him, talking about fortnite or some other game they play together.

“get the hell away from me,” priscilla hisses, turning around spinning on her heel and trying to walk away faster. but tom, he always caught up with her. he jogged slightly to catch up with her, mike now scrolling through tiktok’s.

“for a short girl, you move pretty fast,” tom jokes, a smirk on his face. pricilla rolls her eyes at him, he glances down at her shoes.

“especially in mary jane’s, so cute by the way,” he says, priscilla looks at him making a face of disgust. they approached the school, pricilla wanted to run away but with ice and snow on the ground and school, she couldn’t.

“do you not have any other friends?” pricilla snaps, tom laughs clearly not taking her serious. pricilla stops raising her brows, her lips parting slightly. they face each other now, mike was still a few feet away. tom smirks down on her, glancing at mike.

“i do, unfortunately they’re not as fun as you are,” he says, his smooth and low. priscilla’ fist balls up, her nails digging into her palm. she could feel her nails stabbing her, she didn’t care. she was so angry.

“unfortunately, i don’t like you. only reason you’re around, is because of mike, okay?” she says, in a stern voice. tom scoffs, adjusting his back pack.

“yeah? you sure about that?” tom says, for once serious. priscilla clenched her jaw as mike approached them, he laughs at a tiktok before looking up at tom and pricilla. he puts his phone away, and wraps an arm around her.

“you guys ready?” mike says, pressing a small kiss to the side of her head. priscilla glares into tom’s eyes, unballing her fist. tom swallows before responding to mike.

“never,” he jokes, like nothing was said and nothing happened. she hated about him, he just moves on too fast. tom begins to walk away, mike entwines their fingers again going inside. pricilla glares at the back of tom’s head.

they walk into the warm school, students and teachers in the hall. priscilla lets out a small breath as she approaches her locker, letting go of mikes hand. tom and mike start talking again, this time about sports. they always talked about things pricilla never cared about, she honestly doesn’t know how she and mike work. she loves him, and everything but when tom’s around everything is different and he’s always around, that’s how pricilla views it anyways.

“babe, im gonna go to my first class okay?” mike says, giving priscilla a quick kiss on her cheek. tom stands off to the side, a small playful smirk on his lips. she knows he’s going to say something, he always says something.

“good luck,” she says to mike, he smiles and nods before leaving the two of them. priscilla makes her way to her class, hoping tom won’t say anything to her or follow her.

“wow, what a kiss huh?” he jokes, next to her. pricilla wants to scream, and that might her look like she has mental health issues so she doesn’t. she screamed internally, while also wanting to bash his head in with a metal chair. priscilla glances at him, nodding slowly.

“oh yeah, forgot you’re an expert,” she scoffs, “you definitely have fucked every girl in this school, at least once,” priscilla rolls her eyes, yanking open the classroom door, hoping she’d hit him. tom laughs, before holding the door for them as they walk in. tom follows quickly behind her as she sits down at her desk, tom slides in the desk next to her.

“yeah? you jealous?” he asks, she could hear the arrogant smirk in his voice. she shoots him a glare, taking off her glasses and wiping them on her sleeves. other students fill the room, the first bell rings as the teacher walks in.

“oh yeah, soo jealous,” she mumbles sarcastically. tom laughs next to her, pulling out his laptop. she rolls her eyes putting on her glasses. the second bell rang and the teacher begins his lesson.

the teacher, Mr. william, told the students to pull out their books. he didn’t have a plan or lesson technically, he just wanted them to read. tom leans back in his seat, starting the book. pricilla glances at him, before crossing her legs. her skirt riding up, exposing the thigh highs she wore. they were definitely scandalous to say the least, black and lacy. her foot shook anxiously, as she read. tom’s hands making the book seem so much smaller than what the book was to priscilla. she stared at his hands, admiring how the rings looked on his fingers.

tom was taking glances at her thigh highs, he loved her legs yet the thigh highs made them look so sexy. tom’s eyes would glance to the pages, then to her thighs like clock work. he rarely got to see her thighs, at all. he loved them, he’d imagine his hands on her thighs all the time. his eyes glance back down to the page, before he looked at priscilla watching her. her foot bounced as she chewed her bottom lip, he glanced down at the pages, before he looks up again. he sees priscilla her eyes staring at something, he didn’t know what. she looked like she was in deep thought, he decides to look where her eyes were, his eyes follow her glance leading them to his hand on the desk. he smirks to himself, before adjusting his hand his hand wraps around the edge of the table. he glances towards her, seeing her now reading her face hiding in the book.

priscilla hated tom, she could feel his eyes. he caught her staring at his hands. how embarrassing, she wanted to hit him with her book.

*

later in the day, tom followed priscila and mike back to priscilla’s parents house . mike was talking about his day, and was trying to get priscilla to talk about her day. tom was surprisingly quiet, it made priscilla happy but so nervous.

“babe, tom’s coming over okay? he’s my partner on a project- i need him,” mike says, playfully glancing back at tom.

“whatever,” she grumbles, she unlocks her parents house. she pushes the door open, throwing her bag down in the chair next to the door. she takes off her coat, as tom and mike sit on the couch. she heads into the kitchen grabbing two water bottles, when tom walks in. they run into each other, tom’s quick to bend down and grab the bottles.

“shit, sorry,” he says, his eyes glancing at her thighs as he stands from his squatting position. he stands up slowly, one of his hands holding both water bottles. she glances down at his hand, before meeting his gaze. he was staring at her, intensely. she wanted to look at away, it was almost as if he was hypnotizing her.

“ya know, you should take a picture. it just might last longer,” he says, a boyish smile on his lips, priscilla backs up instantly, quickly playing off a scoff rolling her eyes.

“shut up- i was thinking and spaced out,” priscilla says, unsure of what she was even saving. she felt nervous and embarrassed. she could feel her cheeks heating up, she felt so silly.

“sure,” he says laughing, walking backwards giving her a wink as he enters the living room. pricilla wanted to punch him yet again. she wanted nothing to do with him, yet he was invading her thoughts like it was nothing.

*

the next day, pricilla’s foot anxiously tapped against the metal pole that supported her desk. she chewed on her lip, she was anxious and mad. the relationship between her and mike was weird, mike isn’t into sex or intimacy, which is fine, but she hasn’t had sex in a year and it was really getting to her. she was so angry all the time, so frustrated, so upset. tom was constantly on her mind, all the time. his smell, his stupid smirk, and hypnotizing eyes. she was mad, she began to feel bad for mike but yet she wanted tom. she was mad at herself, and tom. she knew that he knew what she was doing. it was obvious, painfully obvious. she chewed on her lip, tasing blood. she let go of her lip, setting her pencil down and pulling her phone out. the black screen with her reflection, she looked at her lip before turning on her phone completely.

two texts from tom was on her lockscreen, she used her face id to look at the messages.

‘i know you’re thinking about me’

‘is it hot?’

she furrowed her brows at the messages looking up, she crossed her legs looking up from her phone. she saw tom looking at his lap, clearly looking at his phone. he had a grin on his face, she could see his smile lines. she quickly replies back.

‘fuck off,’

she presses send. shutting off her phone once again, sliding it into her bag. she finished the rest of the paper, as she stood up and walked it to the front setting down the paper on top of the table. she walked back glancing at tom. he was already watching her. their eyes meet, he raises his brows a small smile on his face as he looks back to his phone. silently priscilla curses him out, imagining picking up the desk by her and throwing it at him.

she sat down at her desk beginning to get her things together as the bell rang, she almost sprinted out of the classroom. mike waits outside next to the lockers, she could feel’s eyes on the back of her head. she ignored the heart palpitations and butterflies, she yanked mike into her pulling him into a deep kiss. smashing her mouth into his, mikes hands land on her waist gently pushing her off. her hands gripping his shirt, she lets out a small whine.

“babe, c’mon, be serious,” mike jokes, pressing a small kiss to her forehead. priscilla rolls her eyes, letting go of mike.

“you never want to do anything,” priscilla sighs, mike entwines their fingers as they begin to leave. mike lets out a groan, priscilla snaps her head to look at him. mike shrugs, before a dry laugh escapes his lips.

“it’s not that i don’t want to do anything, i just don’t think it’s important,” he says in the kindest voice he can muster. she knew he was upset, but she was upset too.

“mike wants to save himself for his ‘soulmate’,” tom says sneaking up behind them, priscilla looks at mike then tom then back to mike again.

“why haven’t you ever told me this before?” she asks, pouting almost ignoring tom. her shoes clicked on the aluminum floor as they left the building the cold sweeping across her exposed legs as they stepped out.

“i thought i did,” he shrugs, turning to start talking to tom about something that happened in their class together. priscilla went to respond but nothing came out. she walked alone, listening to the hustle of the city. occasionally hearing a laugh from tom or mike.

they approached the priscilla’s parents house. priscilla just wanted to be alone, away from everyone. she went to open the door as she stopped, before turning around and closing the door. mike and tom stopped talking and looked at her.

“i think i would like to be alone, today.” priscilla speaks frowning slightly, before turning around not waiting for their replies and heads into the house. she slams the door being her, and immediately starts her way up to her room. she throws her bag down on a chair, unzipping the bag pulling out her phone, she presses the power button before throwing her phone the bed.

she begins to undress from her school uniform, kicking off her shoes then grabbing a pair of her shorts and a cropped t shirt. she laid down on her bed, grabbing her phone. the screen showed two messages from Tom and Mike.

Tom-

what’s your problem?

Mike-

i love you!

she types to mike first of course texting back, then messaging Tom.

her-

my problem? you’re my problem

Tom-

you mad your boyfriend won’t fuck you?

priscilla gasps, furrowing her brows angrily.

her-

you don’t know what my boyfriend and i do, our business. our relationship.

Tom-

please. i know everything about your relationship. mike tells me everything. plus, you’re so uptight it’s obvious

her-

what’s so obvious?

tom-

you need to be fucked? obviously?

her-

you’re disgusting

tom-

want to find out how disgusting i really am? been dying to show you. bet you’d look so pretty on my cock.

the text sent shockwaves through her, the type of shockwaves where she was aching. she clenched her thighs, feeling a wave of excitement course through her. she couldn’t help but picture it. she’d heard rumors he was big, and she couldn’t help but him. she hated him, yet she wanted him so bad. she went to reply when he sent another text.

tom-

you’re thinking about it. i know you are, i know how to tame brats. you’d be begging for more when im done with you.

she rubbed her thighs together, creating a friction her shorts rubbing her. she was turned on, so badly she felt like she’d never been touched before. soaking her panties, probably her shorts.

her-

im good, i have mike.

she felt guilty, yet she wanted to give into temptation so bad. her body was begging her too, she wanted to so bad.

tom-

he wouldn’t know what to do with you.

priscilla groans loudly, she hated him. she couldn’t help feel so turned on, she didn’t know if it was tom or if it was her just being horny.

her-

and you do?

she wanted to throw her phone across the room as she went that reply, instead she sat it on her bed. she closes her eyes, her hands dig into her hair frustratingly. she feels a vibration, she pulls her hand out of her hair and sees a text from tom.

tom-

yeah i do. wanna find out?

[hyunsvngs]

you and your boyfriend jisung are no strangers to adventurous sex, be it trying and switching between different dom/sub roles, exploring kinks with each other, roleplaying, using toys on either, or watching porn together. but, for the first time, his newest idea left you pretty shocked.

you both are a little tipsy after deciding to crack open the bottle of whiskey that’s been sitting in your kitchen, which is probably why he felt comfortable in suggesting this to you to begin with. you look at him, eyes wide, mouth open slightly, trying to replay his words in your head to make sure you heard him right. he looks at you awaiting your answer, hopeful but nervous. “so… you want to just… watch?” you ask him, still unsure if you’re imagining things. “y-yeah. i think- i think it’d be really hot…”

you can’t say that you haven’t thought about how attractive minho is. he’s very obviously a beautiful man with his starry, cat-like eyes that feel like they’re piercing right through you, his strong arms and the veins that protrude in his hands and forearms, his thighs that are all muscle, and his stupid fucking cunning personality that makes you feel a little weak in the knees when he decides to tease you, even though it’s in a friendly way. you recognize all of these things, annoyingly, but you love jisung more than anything in the entire world and would never make any move that would hurt him, especially flirting with his best friend.

so when he suggested watching you and minho having sex, you felt a mixture of emotions. confused, horny, anxious, horny, worried, horny and… oh, horny. “i dunno, i think it would be so sexy to watch you feel good and…” he looks down and away a little, embarrassed at his next words “i think you two would look so pretty together,” in a voice so quiet you barely heard the last part. “i- are you sure?” you ask, still dumbfounded. “yes, i’ve thought about it for awhile already” he looks back at you shyly and you search his eyes for confirmation. “if you’re sure you’re okay with this, i think it could be fun, but if y-“ his eyes full with excitement and relief before he cuts you off with a deep kiss, moving to lay you back on your couch and crawling on top of you.

after some sober discussions and jisung talking to minho privately, ensuring that he is also into the idea, you find yourself on your knees on the bed, minho behind you, thrusting his hard cock into and holding your arms behind you for leverage while you moan and whimper, looking at jisung when you find the strength to open your eyes. he’s sitting just at the end of the bed, palming his erection through his sweatpants while watching your face contort with pleasure. you want to focus on him more but you feel your brain melting in your skull with every thrust of minho’s very skilled hips. “tell him how good it feels, kitty.” minho growls while moving one hand from your arm into your hair, pulling lightly which rips another moan from your throat as he continues you push into you roughly. “i-it feels so good, sungie. he’s fucking me so good i can hardly think straight.” jisung groans as he palms himself harder “yeah, baby? he’s fucking you so good you can hardly keep your pretty eyes open?” he moves to put his hand into his sweats, searching for some relief to his aching, leaking cock.

minho pulls out and you whine in protest, but before you can formally complain, he flips you over onto your back, settles your knees on his shoulders, and buries himself back inside of you before grabbing your hips with both hands, resuming his rough pace. you can’t hold back the series of moans that are elicited by the new angle. “fuuuuck that feels fucking amazing, holy shit.” your toes are curling and you hands search for something to hold onto before settling for grabbing the bedsheets. you feel weight shifting above your head on the bed before hearing jisung’s voice right next to your ear in nearly a whisper “oh, my baby, you’re feeling so good. you’re gonna cum soon, aren’t you?” “ye-yeah, yes… i’m gonna cum so good, baby” you whine in response. jisung’s hands move to snake over you body, abandoning his poor cock, unrelieved and still trapped in his pants. his hands find your breasts and he begins alternating between kneading them and playing with your erect nipples. his lips find fond your neck and he peppers it with kisses before lightly sliding his tongue across the smooth skin and sucking gently on the part that he knows is sensitive. minho’s unrelenting pace coupled with the attention that your beloved boyfriend is now paying to you body has you falling apart in seconds, your high causing your body to feel white hot and your vision yo go fuzzy. minho fucks you through your high and follows with his own soon after, pulling out and spilling his cum onto your stomach.

your eyes close as you come down, jisung rubbing your arma soothingly and trailing light kisses over your cheeks and forehead. minho moves to grab a towel and cleans his seed off of your body gently. “was all of that okay?” minho asks, eyes flicking back and forth between you and jisung. “it was incredible.” you assure him. “so fucking hot. i was right by the way. you two are so fucking pretty together.” jisunng groans. “we uh- we could do this again sometime… if you guys are up for it.” minho blurts out, sounding unsure if this is too close to crossing a line. “oh this is definitely happening again” jisung responds quickly (maybe too quickly?) before giving you one last big kiss on the cheek.

ANON WHO ARE U…. U R A BEAUTKFJL MYSTERY

im just posting some of the longer asks in my inbox to tide u guys over til i feel better <3 on that note its juno passing out for a nap time

[sapphire-writes]

an ego thing ~ modern!Aemond x Reader

previous part 3 // next part 5 // series masterlist

summary: Our academic rivals are back at it again, and one needs help with a certain subject they've fallen behind on, and they attend a party. warnings: 18+ spicy stuff below the cut (explicit sex, degrading language), mentions of drinking word count: 2.8k note: You all love our lil academic rivals my goodness! happy to provide another part hope you enjoy 💚

“A tutor?” you ask, eyes wide as saucers, “Professor, with all due respect, I think I can just figure it out by myself.”

Your professor looks at you, a sympathetic look on his face. 

“High Valyrian is a very tricky language to learn,” he tells you, “there’s nothing wrong with needing some extra help.”

It is for you. You’d never been the one who needed help, not since grade school. 

“Please, I think if I really just buckle down, I can get it,” you tell him, “I’ve just been a little distracted.”

Fucking Aemond. A fucking distraction with a magic dick and now you’ve fallen behind on your rigorous study schedule for the ancient language. An ancient language that annoyingly Aemond has seemed to master. Fucker. 

Ever since that day in the library it seemed your rendezvous were becoming more frequent. 

“Y/N,” he says, sternly. 

You bite your lip. You need to get a handle on this. 

“Okay,” you tell him, giving into defeat. 

After all, it is a hard language, and you’ve been distracted. And you need the A. 

“Perfect, our peer tutor has already agreed,” your professor says, as the door to his office opens. 

You turn around, eyes widening as Aemond enters, a knowing smirk on his face, backpack slung over his shoulder. You turn back to your professor.

“I’ve changed my mind,” you tell him.

He frowns at you, almost expecting that reaction. 

“C’mon, Y/N,” Aemond purrs behind you, “I’d be happy to help out a friend.”

You’re going to kill him. 

“Aemond is the top student, I think he’ll be a big help,” your professor says smiling.

You raise your eyebrows.

“Isn’t this nepotism?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

You’re sure they’re related somehow.

“I’m actually really good,” Aemond tells you, “it’ll be fun.”

You leave the office together. Grabbing Aemond’s arm you tug him toward a corner of the hall, crossing your arms. 

“Listen, I really need the help,” you tell him.

“I know it’s just killing you to tell me that,” he says, grinning wolfishly.

“I mean it,” you snap, “so no funny business.”

He raises a brow, violet and blue eye sparkling. 

“Funny business?”

You nod.

“We are meeting in public to study, no closed rooms, no dorms,” you tell him.

Aemond chuckles, running his tongue over his bottom lip. Your eye follows the action and you lose your train of thought momentarily. You shake your head. 

“No distractions,” you tell him. 

“Alright, geez,” he tells you, “no distractions.”

He makes a motion of crossing an x over his heart.

“Scout’s honor,” he tells you.

“Were you even in scouts?” 

“No, my parents weren’t really interested in involving us in extracurricular activities.”

You meet later at a table on the quad in full view of hundreds of students in faculty. No temptation even remotely possible for anything other than learning High Valyrian. 

Aemond flips through your book, long fingers stroking the tops on the pages with the pads of his fingertips. Jesus, you’re not down this bad, are you? You watch his fingers flex, how he rubs the corner of the page between his pointer and thumb. The hair on the back of your next stands at attention, though you blame the breeze.

“Taoba,” he tells you.

“Boy,” you answer, but your brows knit together, lips forming a pout.

“What?” he asks, noticing your expression.

“I think you’re pronouncing it wrong,” you tell him.

Aemond leans back in his chair, an exasperated expression on his face.

“Hmm?”

“You’re saying Taoooba,” you mimic, “isn’t it taoba. Really short?”

“Who is tutoring who?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Taooooba,” you say again.

“Stop that,” he says, turning the page causing you to chuckle.

Aemond’s mouth twitches into a slight smile as you place your head in your hands. 

“This language is the most confusing thing ever,” you groan.

“It’s extremely hard,” Aemond agrees, “I’ll admit, I had an unfair advantage learning it at home when I was younger.”

“Extremely unfair,” you agree. 

You hear someone call your name from across the green, before seeing Baela barrelling over to you.

“Hey Aem,” she says, greeting her cousin, before turning back to you, “party, tonight, you’re going.”

“Bae I really can’t,” you tell her, “I have to study.”

“You always have to study!” she groans, “Come on, just for a little bit, it will be fun!”

You glance at Aemond, but he’s buried in his book. He licks his fingers before turning the page and your lips part. 

“Where?” you question. 

“Delta Omicron Delta,” Baela tells you.

“Isn’t that Aegon’s frat?” you ask Aemond who nods.

“Gross,” you say making a face.

“It’s going to be fuuuun,” she says, leaning toward your face, “fun, Y/N, ever heard of it?”

“Okay now you’re being mean,” you tell her.

“Mhmm,” she doesn’t argue, “you’re still going.”

“Fine, but I need to study first,” you tell her.

“Cool, cool, I shall leave you be,” she says, retreating.

“A party huh,” Aemond asks, when Baela is out of earshot.

“You big party guy?” you taunt.

“No,” he says with a laugh, “not usually.”

“Okay let's keep going,” you tell him, turning the page.

You do not know how Baela talked you into this. The frat house is vibrating with music when you arrive, being escorted inside and then led to the basement. Baela hands you a red solo cup, sloshing with liquid.

“See! This is fun!” she tells you, tugging you toward the middle of the crowd to dance. 

You sway slightly to the music, nodding your head. You’ll stay an hour or so, then make your departure. Just long enough to keep Baela happy. Besides, she’s already sizing up Jace Velaryon from across the room. 

“Yoo no way is that Y/N Y/L/N!” Jason Lannister says, pushing through the crowd.

Oh Jason. A bit of a fuckboy, another member of Aegon’s frat. Was someone you tutored in your statistics class last semester. His eyes rake over you, taking in the skimpy outfit you had reserved for such occasions as these. You weren’t a total nerd, you went out every so often (though Baela would disagree). 

“You look fucking hot as hell,” he tells you, pulling you in for a hug. 

Your cup sloshes and Baela yelps, avoiding drops of warm beer. Baela pulls at Jason’s arm, removing his bearlike grip from your shoulders.

“Sorry, I’m a little buzzed,” Jason says laughing, “I didn’t know you came to these things.”

“Yeah sometimes,” you answer, feeling awkward. 

“You should more,” he tells you, “I like that you’re here, especially dressed like this.”

He’s practically drooling at your feet.

“You don’t have a boyfriend.. or girlfriend do you?” he asks.

“No..”

“Sweet,” he says, cutting you off, “let me get you another beer!”

“I actually have to pee, really bad,” you tell him, giving Baela a help me expression.

“Jason you should totally introduce me to Jace,” Baela says, grabbing his arm, giving you an out.

You make your way upstairs, pushing by people, trying to find an empty bathroom. You look at yourself in the mirror, fixing your makeup before exiting, hoping to avoid Jason. As you exit, you spot Aemond dressed in all black, looking like he’s having a horrendous time. 

“I thought you weren’t a party guy?” you ask, walking up to him, as he leans against the wall.

“I believe I said, not usually,” he answers, “having fun?”

“Not really,” you tell him, “it's just super fun being hit on by frat bros.”

Aemond’s eyes darken, sending a shiver down your spine like someone has poured ice water on your head. 

“Who?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you laugh.

“Who, Y/N?” Aemond asks again.

“Seriously, it's whatever,” you tell him, “I can handle it.”

“There you are!” Jason calls, making his way down the hall, “thought I’d lost you!”

He doesn’t acknowledge Aemond, though his drunken stupor causes him to trip, tossing your cup to the floor, beer splattering on you and Aemond’s shoes.

“Shiiit!” Jason says laughing, “my bad, totally, hey I thought we could hangout up here, it's a little quieter.”

Jason takes your hand, dragging you from Aemond and down the hall, toward a small parlor. There’s a leather couch in the middle of the room, a trophy case and pictures of frat brothers from the past. He deposits you on the couch, pushing you slightly.

“Stay right here, gorgeous, and I’ll get another drink!” he tells you, before leaving to find the keg.

You raise your eyebrows, preparing to avoid Jason, when Aemond enters the room. 

“Jason Lannister,” he says, leaning against the doorframe. 

You turn your head at the sound of his voice, a half smile appearing on your face. 

“Yeah,” you say, rolling your eyes. 

Aemond walks in, glancing behind him to see if anyone is following, before sitting next to you on the couch. You cross your legs, but your dress rides up, causing you to uncross them. You stand, sighing, walking toward a picture on the wall, examining it while Aemond remains seated. The back of the couch faces the door, so if you remain sitting you won’t see Jason return.

“He’s relentless,” you admit, not turning around, examining a plaque that hangs on the wall.

Aemond watches you for a moment, you feel his eyes tracing over your body.

“Come here,” he says softly.

You turn around to look at him. 

“Huh?” you ask.

“You heard me,” Aemond says, lifting a hand from his leg and giving you a come hither motion with his fingers. 

It works like he’s pulling you toward him by a string. Aemond opens his legs for you to stand between them. He brings his hands to your thighs, stroking the bare flesh, and looking up at you. 

“What are you doing?” you ask, a shiver running through you.

“Just looking,” he murmurs, “You look nice.”

The pads of his fingers stroke your thighs like the pages of a book. He spreads your legs open, fingers teasing the soft skin of your inner thighs.

“That’s not just looking,” you breathe, heartbeat increasing with every touch he gives you.

“I guess you’re right,” he says, fingers ghosting under your skirt, closer to your panties.

You can feel your body leaning into him, chasing his touch. Aemond notices your desperation, of course and smirks up at you. 

“What about Jason?” he asks, but there’s a glint in his eye when he says it. 

You push his shoulders back against the couch, maneuvering your legs to straddle him. 

“Should I wait for him to come back?” you ask, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Aemond settles his hands on your waist, pulling you against him. 

“Fuck that,” he says, connecting your mouths in a passionate kiss.

You lift your hips grinding down on him, as he slips his tongue into your mouth. Your eyebrows concave with the pleasure kissing him gives you. Aemond’s hand moves up your waist pressing into the small of your back.

“Are you sure?” you tease between kisses, “cause I can just get off-”

“You’re not going anywhere,” Aemond growls, nipping at your bottom lip. 

You moan against him, dress riding up towards your waist. You release your hands attempting to fix it, but give up rather quickly. Aemond takes the opportunity to kiss the exposed tops of your breasts, licking a path from your cleavage up your neck. He bites harshly on the skin causing you to buck your hips against him releasing a breathy whine. 

“Fuck, fuck me please,” you whine, body hot and aching with need for him. 

Aemond pulls away from you, eyes wide, smile wolfish.

“Fuck that’s hot,” he groans, kissing you harshly, “never thought I’d hear you say that.”

“Aemond,” you moan, impatiently.

“Hang on baby,” he murmurs, bringing his hands to his jeans.

You ignore the pet name, though your cheeks are burning. You bring your hands down helping free his hardened cock from his jeans. You let your dress scrunch at your waist, let Aemond loop his fingers through your underwear, pulling the lace to the side before you sink down on top of his fat cock.

“I was right about you,” he groans, once fully sheathed in your warm pussy.

The feeling of him fully inside you alone makes your thighs tremble as you rock your hips against him. Aemond helps you along, lifting your hips.

“You are a bad girl,” he purrs, wrapping a hand in your hair, “what happens if poor Jason comes back?”

You’re just whimpering on top of him, thighs burning as you slide him in and out. He feels so fucking good inside of you; you’re soaked and wet slapping sounds fills the room. 

“Or what if Baela comes looking for you?” he continues, placing kisses along your jaw. 

You place your hands on his shoulders, pressing down to aid your pace, pussy greedily suctioning him in. 

“Everyone’s gonna see how needy you are for me,” Aemond purrs, “the brightest girl in school is just my needy, little cock-drunk slut, huh?”

“Fuck Aemond,” you moan, lip pouting, “you’re so mean.”

Aemond hums, still smirking. His hands squeeze your ass, slapping both cheeks harshly, the sound echoing in the room. The force makes you gasp, grinding into him more. He’s fucking right, and you hate it. You’re so needy for him, so desperate. 

“I’m right though,” he croons, “you think Jason could make you feel this way, hmm?”

You’re whimpering, only able to shake your head in response, earning another pair of harsh slaps to your stinging cheeks. 

“No no no, I’m gonna need to hear you say it baby,” Aemond tells you through a chuckle, “who makes you feel this good?”

Your eyes are nearly rolling back into your head.

“You,” you whine, “Aemond you make me feel this good.”

“Yeah, that’s fucking right,” Aemond says bringing a hand to your mouth.

He pushes his fingers inside of your mouth and you suck on them greedily, sloppily coating them in your saliva. Aemond’s jaw slacks, curling his fingers in your mouth. 

“Fuck what a pretty mouth,” he murmurs, “I can’t stop thinking about those lips wrapped around my cock.”

You moan around his fingers, before he removes them, a line of spit connecting them to your slick lips. Aemond brings his fingers to the apex of your thighs, rubbing circles around your clit. Your head falls to his shoulder and you bite down to avoid screaming. It's a miracle no one has walked in on you yet. Aemond’s cock sends every coherent thought flying from your head, all you can focus on is the feeling of him inside of you, how the head of his cock perfectly curves to bully the spongy section of your walls that has you clenching around him.

“That’s it baby, make a fucking mess on me,” he purrs, as a strangled moan leaves you.

You turn your head, kissing desperately at his neck, hands tangling in his silky hair, trying to ground yourself as your orgasm washes over you. 

“That’s a good girl,” he moans, thrusting up into you until you feel his hot release deep inside you. 

You’re slumped over him, trying to bring your heartbeat back to normal. Damn, you two really cannot be left alone anymore. You run a hand over your hair, pushing yourself up, feeling him softening inside you. You lift your eyes and meet those of Jason Lannister, who stands wide-eyed with two beers in his hand.

“I uh-um I’ll just leave you to it!” he says, before leaving the room.

Your jaw has dropped, and you feel Aemond chuckling against you. You smack at his chest.

“It’s not funny!” you hiss, and Aemond brings you in for a kiss.

“It’s kind of funny,” he murmurs against your lips.

“What are we doing?” you ask, staying on top of him, “we clearly have a problem.”

“What is the problem?” he asks, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“We keep having sex,” you tell him, rolling your eyes.

“Do you like having sex with me?” Aemond asks, eyes narrowing. 

Well, here goes nothing.

“Yes,” you tell him.

He bites his bottom lip.

“I like having sex with you too,” he says, “even though you’re infuriating.”

“You called me baby,” you accuse.

Aemond blinks at you.

“I also called you a cock-drunk slut,” he tells you, “I say a lot of things during sex with you, you bring out the worst in me.”

You smile at that.

“I wouldn’t say that’s the worst,” you tell him, batting your lashes.

“Oh you liked that, did you?” he says, smile growing.

“Shut up,” you tell him, but don’t disagree, “listen I’m not sleeping with anyone else.”

“Neither am I,” he tells you.

“And I am very serious about my studies-”

“Same here.”

You narrow your eyes.

“So this cannot interfere with that,” you tell him.

“I couldn’t agree more,” he answers. 

“Good. So…” you say, shifting on his lap, “since we’re on the same page…”

“You want to get out of here?” Aemond finishes the sentence for you.

You grin wickedly at him, and nod.

AN: hope you liked this part!! 🤭

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[moonbeamwritings]

new year’s kiss

wc: 2.0k

pairing: gojo x gn!reader

warnings: gojo is his own warning, getting tipsy/drunk together

Throughout your years as a jujutsu sorcerer, being away from home is something that you can never quite get used to, especially not during the holidays, and especially not with Satoru Gojo as your traveling companion. Three days earlier, you and Gojo had been tasked with exorcizing curses in Sapporo — a simple, in and out style mission. Gojo deals with the larger, deadlier curse, while you deal with the smaller ones. A one-two punch. Easy.

“I like when you tag along, my trusty assistant,” he’d told you with one of his familiar self-assured smirks.

And you’d wanted to refuse the mission — he’s Satoru Gojo, after all. What could he possibly need you for? But when you went home later that night to get some things together, you wondered if even the strongest men get lonely sometimes, and with the way your heart tugged in your chest at the thought, you knew you couldn’t leave him alone.

So now you’re stuck sitting next to Gojo at the bar in the lobby of your hotel, nursing some sickeningly sweet cocktail as the wind whips just outside the windows, throwing snow through the air like bullets and bringing visibility down to a firm zero. You had a lot of ideas for how your New Year’s Eve would go, and this certainly wasn’t one of them. No good deed goes unpunished, after all.

“And you can’t use your teleportation because?”

You can already feel annoyance itching at your skin before Gojo even slings his arm around the back of your stool, fingertips skimming over the fabric of your sweater as he does. He smirks, peering at you over the dark frames of his sunglasses. Even inside, at night, they’re perched proudly on the bridge of his nose. “Because isn’t this more fun? Stuck in a hotel together, waiting out the storm on New Year’s Eve.” He leans closer as if to prove his point. “It’s like a romance novel. So dramatic!”

“Do you, like, get some sick enjoyment out of making my life miserable?”

Misery comes in all forms — your line of work has shown you as much. Your personal brand of misery takes human form in Satoru Gojo. What with his obnoxious self-confidence and inclination to tease. With the smug way he smiles or the annoyingly perfect way his hair sits across his forehead. He’s terrible, the most annoying man you’ve ever had the displeasure of working with. You want to throttle him or beat his ass, anything to make him zip it for even so much as a second. And a part of you, deep, deep down, also wants to kiss him on the mouth, though you’re not sure you can bring yourself to admit as much — at least not out loud.

The grin Gojo fixes you with is lazy and teasing. “Awww, come on,” he croons, pulling you by the shoulder to tuck you close to his side. “Cut me a little slack, huh? You know I love you.”

You remind yourself you’re supposed to be annoyed with him for leaving you stuck here, not focusing on the distracting way his pretty blue eyes sparkle beneath the lights overhead or the way his long, lithe fingers curl around an expensive glass of gin. Or the perfect way you fit against his side, the comforting smell of his cologne.

But you’re already too far gone, and you know it.

You roll your eyes, pushing at him in a futile attempt to get him to leave you alone. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Now, get off.”

“I like this, though,” he pouts, making a big show of pretending to be hurt by your insistence. “Have you seen the weather outside? It’s freezing. I need your body heat to sustain me!”

“But we’re inside. It’s perfectly warm in here.”

He doesn’t move. “You’re no fun. How about this? We’ll make a deal.” 

“A deal?”

“Mhm.” He seems all too pleased with whatever’s swirling around in that strange noggin of his that you almost don’t want to know what he’s thinking. Almost. “You stay here with me, keep me all nice and toasty,” he goes as far as to hook his foot around the leg of your stool to pull you that much closer. “And drinks will be on me.” With the new proximity, your faces are dangerously close together, leaving your mouth dry and face hot. 

“How does that sound? Fair trade?”

When you don’t answer right away, he pushes his glasses up onto his head. He juts his lip out, making his eyes wide and watery and propping his chin in his hands to really sell the sad, lonely puppy look he’s going for. You sigh when you find that it’s more cute than annoying. He’s such a pain in the ass.

“Fine,” your eyes narrow as you point a stern finger in his direction, “but no funny business.”

He smirks, holding his palm up to you, “Sorcerer's honor.”

The problem with sweet specialty cocktails like the ones on the hotel’s bar menu is that you can’t taste the alcohol. The dangers and bitter taste of hard liquor are always hidden behind fancy glasses and saccharine goodness, masked by fruit juices, syrups, and sodas. They hit you before you even realize it, and suddenly you’re drunk and your tummy feels a little funny.

And as you blearily peer at the clock behind the bar — 11:55PM — you come to that very sobering realization. You’re not drunk, not completely, but your joints feel loose and your brain feels less wrinkled than it was an hour ago. You’re tipsy enough that you drop your head against Gojo’s shoulder without a second thought, and that’s enough to show you you’ve had more than you expected to.

Gojo’s not much better off. He’s got his own little collection of empty glasses on the bar in front of him, cheeks now a flushed, rosy pink. His arm has migrated from the back of your chair to right around your shoulders, his free hand hanging right in your peripheral vision.

You take another sip of your drink and set your sights on his fingers. They look a little lonely, you muse in your alcohol addled mind. What kind of person would you be if you left them like that? And on New Year’s Eve, no less. You’re not a monster.

You bring your hands up to fiddle with his fingers, holding his pinky in one hand and his pointer finger in the other before moving to pinch each digit between your pointer finger and thumb. It’s a mindless activity that distracts you from the alcohol and the almost possessive way Gojo keeps his foot looped around your chair and arm around your shoulders.

“You havin’ fun over there?”

You finally decided to weave your fingers through his and skirt your thumb along the back of his hand. His skin is smooth and soft beneath your fingertips. “Mhm.”

“You want another drink?”

Glancing at the clock again, you watch the numbers swim a bit before you blink. 11:58PM. “No, thanks.”

“M’kay.” He signals for the bartender and closes his tab with one resolute signature, dropping a few extra bills onto the counter as a tip. When he’s done, he pulls your hand up to his mouth and kisses the back of it before turning his attention back to the TV. The simple, almost nonchalant motion stirs butterflies in your stomach.

The alcohol has made you pliant, has dulled the sharp edges of annoyance that had tinged your nerves just an hour ago. You’re practically putty in Gojo’s hands now, so different from before that he can’t hide his dopey grin and warm cheeks. He’s just as bad, Gojo thinks as he nuzzles his cheek against your hair and squeezes your hand in his. Gin has stoked the flames that burn deep in his belly, and Gojo knows that the more he becomes acquainted with your touch, the more his resolve will falter. He’ll never be able to get enough. He won’t be satisfied until he memorizes every inch of your skin and every angle of your soul, and even then he’ll want more. Always more. 

Gojo thinks he deserves it. He deserves to be greedy. He deserves to put his heart on his sleeve and let it be held, let himself be held. You lose so much, give up so much when you’re a man like Satoru Gojo that he feels as if the universe owes him this tiny victory. It’s the least it can do for the hell it’s put him through.

And it’s that same selfish, yearning desire that forces a question from his throat like the snow falling outside. Fast and reckless. “Can I tell you a secret?”

You pull your head from his shoulder to meet his gaze, eager to be in on a smidge of unexpected gossip. “What is it?”

Gojo drinks in your undivided attention like ambrosia. The fire continues to rage, burning him from the inside out. “I’ve never had a New Year’s kiss before.”

The clock behind the bar flickers and turns — 11:59 PM — though neither of you are paying much mind to the time. 

The butterflies in your stomach multiply, fluttering up between your ribs and around your lungs, bringing the dull buzz of excitement with them. “Really?”

“Really.” He leans closer to you, and watches as your lips part, tongue darting out to wet them.

“I’d think a guy like you would have people lining up for a chance.” 

Gojo hangs onto your every word, playing over each syllable as he prays the sweet little cocktails you’ve been sipping on loosen your lips just a little more. “A guy like me?”

You shrug like you can’t find the right words. Hesitant. “You know what I mean.”

“I don’t know if I do, sweetheart,” You catch a hint of gin on his breath as his lips inch towards yours. When he’s close, but not quite there, Gojo’s voice dips into a purr, eyes drooping to fix you with a sultry, half-lidded expression. “Will you explain it to me? What kind of guy am I?”

Gone is the alcohol-fueled confidence that had you cuddled up to his side, taken over by a bashfulness that pulls Gojo’s lips into a smirk. You shift in your seat, but don’t back away. Your hand stays laced with his. You can do this. “You’re handsome and strong. Witty. Kind when you want to be.”

“Yeah?”

You can’t look him in the eye, not anymore, but you nod, fingers nervously fidgeting in his own. “Yeah.”

10...

Gojo’s heart starts to pound as the room breaks out in a chant. He feels pressed for time, frantic. Like if he doesn’t kiss you at midnight he might never get the chance again. He can’t mess this up.”I always thought you found me annoying.”

9...

You giggle, the air tickling Gojo’s lips as you do. “You annoy me when you tease me, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it.”

8...

“Sorry.”

7...

“You’re not.”

6...

He grins and the sight of it makes you smile, too. “No, not really.”

5...

4...

The chant of the countdown fills the beat of silence that lingers between you. Risking a glance between his eyes and the pout of his lips, you bring yourself to ask, “Do you think you’ll have any luck this year? With the kiss and all.”

3...

“Mm, I hope so. There’s someone I’ve really got my eye on.”

2...

“Do I know them?”

“I think you might.”

1...

The hotel lobby ceases to exist the moment the clock strikes twelve, and just as it bursts into cheers and Happy New Year’s, Gojo’s lips meet yours. The kiss is a hungry, clumsy mess that tastes like a devilish mix of hard liquor and cranberry juice. You savor every bit of it. Gojo’s hand slips from yours to cradle your cheek in his palm, touch featherlight and overwhelmingly gentle.

When he finally pulls away, Gojo’s face breaks into a grin, his long fingers brushing against the hair at the nape of your neck. “What did I tell you? A romance novel.”

The roll of your eyes is immediate, a knee jerk response. “Just shut up and kiss me.”

“So bossy.”

The next kiss is chaste, sweet. One that has your teeth bumping together as you grin into it. And this time when he pulls away, Gojo only has one thing to say, “Happy New Year, sweetheart.”

[writingsofwesteros]

Daemon not hating the Targtowers, well actually he doesn’t hate them, he doesn’t like them either they’re just there.. they aren’t important to him he can go about his life and not think of them once, he won’t lose any sleep if anything happened to them in fact he would probably be happy as it would mean he’s higher on the playing board for throne.

..but watching his sweet niece finally leave her room for Aegon after seeing the traumatic death of Aemma and being left alone with just Daemon himself as comfort is lifting. Watching her just walk around with a small smile on her face and bright eyes as she holds Aegon in her arms or gets dragged around by this little toddler as he babbles on about the most random and mundane (to him) things, he can’t lie it does make him smile.

She’s actually giggling and talking with him, it may not be the socialising everyone (fucking Viserys) expected but he isn’t really bothered, so what she isn’t making fickle alliances with just as fickle people by looking for a husband or going to lessons to learn about the bloody seven and that religion by the cunt maesters they have and being taught how to dance by the annoyingly dull septas.. she’s instead happy to just watch Aegon go about his day, watch him make a mess with his toys when he’s in his rooms, have him drag her to the gardens to play knights and princesses or sneak a treat from the kitchens, she’s just happy and he’s happy with that.

So if being able to make his niece happy and being able to interact with her again and speak to her or go tend to their dragons together again means being around the little Hightower shit known as Aegon and playing the big bad dragon who kidnapped the most beautiful princess in the land or helping teach Targaryen history while they tend to their own dragons and a little hatchling called Sunfyre (he can’t lie either that is a very fucking gorgeous dragon and he had fun spurting out dragon facts and showing his knowledge off)… he supposes he can do it, especially when seeing that massive grin on her face as Aegon laughs and claps or bounces in excitement at learning something new, that smiles makes it worth it. They just better not get caught, Darksister wasn’t made to be used against little “knights” with blanket armour and cushion shields…

Oh Daemon could have been the best uncle to them all..it could all be such a happy ending.

Of course Sunfyre is the most beautiful !!! But Daemon nearly melts when Aegon gives Caraxes some compliments as well.

Viserys is happy to see Daemon and even his younger daughter but he continues to ignore Aegon and the rest of the children he has with Alicent ...he's not even subtle about it.

"Mama doesn't like Sunfyre." Aegon had pouted once as he cuddled into his sister. "Shh, your mama is fearful, that's all." She only hugged him tighter as Daemon continued with his facts and history

[welcome-to-the-end-of-eras]

Ranking the pulleyverse characters based on how much I like their names

Obviously this list is subjective but like. We all know that some of these are objectively true.

1.) Keita Mori: I personally think this is a top tier name. It flows well together, it fits his personality, there’s a lot of cool symbolism behind/because of it, it’s really a fantastic name for a character. No notes, 10/10.

2.) Raphael: it’s a really cool name, and I think it’s fun that he doesn’t have a set last name; it’s adds a bit of mystery to things. That and calling him Raphael TheBedlamStacks is funny as shit to me. Is it a little dramatic??? Yes, but so is he so it works. 9.5/10.

3.) Valery Kolkhanov: again, I think this name is super fun, and super creative, and it really does fit his personality well. I’m only putting it lower than Raphael because I thought his name was Valerie (English pronunciation) and I got my hopes up for the first proper female pulleyverse mc, but if that weren’t the case his name and Raphael’s would be equal. 9/10.

4.) Joe Tournier: Comparatively a pretty average name, but I have to admit the French last name sounds kinda pretty. If his name had stayed Jem Castlereigh or whatever the fuck, it would be significantly lower on this list. 8/10

5.) Konstantin Shenkov: I like this slightly less than Valery’s name because it’s a little bit clunky comparatively, but it’s definitely not a bad name. Don’t like that Konstantin is spelled like that tho, it looks a bit odd. 7/10.

6.) Aubrey/River Gale: there’s something off about these names that I really can’t put my finger on, but it’s just. Slightly off-putting to me. They’re such an ethereal person that I feel like their name should be a little. More, yknow??? If they were River Sterling that would be a different story, I like that name a lot, but River Gale sounds anticlimactic almost. 5/10.

7.) Thaniel Steepleton: this kills me. This kills me so bad. It’s no secret that he’s my favourite, my babiest of girls, but god almighty pick a different fucking nickname. It sounds so stupid. Nathaniel isn’t a bad name, it’s a bit proper but it’s definitely not a bad name, so why on god’s green earth would you remove the easiest two letters to pronounce and call that a nickname, it’s fucking stupid. And it sounds so British, it’s atrocious. 3/10. And that is ONLY because of how much I love him.

8.) January Sterling: objectively speaking, the reason behind his name is funny as fuck, but literally any other normal person would just. Go and change his name. Or let him go by his middle name. Why he decided to stick with January is beyond me. 1/10.

9.) Merrick Tremayne: it’s so British. Like. Annoyingly British. Love him to death but his name sucks so bad, and it just puts me in mind of the evil stepmother from Cinderella. RIP to the real Merrick Tremayne, you never had to get made fun of in school for how bad your name is. 0/10

10.) Missouri Kite: I cannot STAND this name istg. “Oh it’s translated-” HOW DOES A SPANISH NAME TRANSLATE INTO A WORD IN TWO SEPARATE LANGUAGES??? MISSOURI COMES FROM A NATIVE AMERICAN DIALECT IN THE MIDWEST REGION OF AMERICA, AND KITE IS A RANDOM ASS BRITISH WORD FOR A PIECE OF FLYING CLOTH, HOW THE FUCK DO THOSE COMBINE TO MAKE A NAME??? IT’S SO STUPID. -5/10.

Edit: I didn’t include Flint Kang and that was an oversight on my part, but tbh I don’t have much of an opinion. I’m going to say he’s a step below Shenkov, his name is also a little clunky but also a little nasally so it’s not as nice. 5.5/10.

[jmagnabo92]

Happy Friday Jen 💚💚

for the holiday activity prompts plz

📚 Reading (probably under a shade) for RWRB firstprince plz

This was fun! Is 500 words still a ficlet? Hope you like it!

***

It’s different this year. 

Despite the fact that it’s a yearly trip to the Lake House, in the aftermath of last year’s trip to the Lake House and the Leak, Alex has been feeling a little off balance since he picked Henry up at the airport. 

It’s like he was just waiting for the other shoe to drop, for Henry to leave him in a lurch again, despite the fact that they’re literally moving in together in just a couple of weeks. 

He knows that things are different now, but he just kept… waiting for him to disappear on him, and as a result has been probably annoyingly clingy.  

Hence why he’s gone looking for Henry when he woke up from his nap and he wasn’t there.  He knows, logically, that Henry’s here.  His security is here, so there’s no reason to suspect he isn’t, but the second that he finds him reading in the shadows of the trees on the hammock, he smiles in relief.

Henry’s here and he’s not going anywhere. 

Alex quickly moves to join him on the hammock and Henry doesn’t hesitate to shift around opening up his arm so that Alex can lay his head on Henry’s chest and cuddle into him.  Once they’re settled, again, Henry continues his reading as if Alex is meant to be there in his arms.

It’s a nice feeling.  He could just lay here, taking in Henry’s scent – he still doesn’t whatever magic is going on for him to smell the way he does – and remind himself that they’re here together, forever.  No one’s going anywhere.

“You okay, love?” Henry whispers into his curls ten or twenty or however many minutes later, Alex isn’t too sure how long he’s been relaxing in Henry’s arms while he reads. 

Alex hums.  “Of course.  Why?  Am I annoying you?  I could leave you to your reading alone.”

“Oh, no, don’t do that.  I like cuddly Alex.  I look forward to seeing him more in our own home in two weeks.”

Alex blushes, lifting his head to look at him.  “I didn’t realize that I was being… cuddly Alex, but I do like the sound of that – our own home.”

Henry smiles at him.  “Well, it’s what I’ve been naming you in my head this weekend.  You’ve been very… cuddly and I have been enjoying it.  Although, I do wonder if it’s another one of your coping mechanisms.  As with running until your feet bleed or speeding down the 101 barely managing to stop yourself from getting painted on the pavement.”

“It might be,” Alex admits.  “I just – I know that this year things are different.  Obviously.  It’s just being here…”

Henry kisses his forehead and tightens his arms around Alex pulling him into more of a hug.  “I’m sorry that my actions last year are making this trip different for you, but I promise you, I’m not going anywhere.”

“I think I know that deep down, I just… it just … I’ve got abandonment issues.”

“I know and I am more than happy to do whatever you need to help you through them,” Henry assures him.  “And if that means super cuddly Alex well, I’m not complaining.”

“Thanks, Baby.”  Alex kisses him on the lips.  “Maybe you should read to me, then?”

“Love to.”

“Good.”

***

Thanks for the ask! :)

[lucienarcheron]

Ok but expanding on the wingman idea - I wish you would write a fic where the women of Prythian come together to make Elain see reason. Picture this they’re all at some big party with all the courts, and Lucien is BUSY. Elain’s watching while the man is dancing with Nuan, Cressida, Vassa, oh what’s this? Feyre wants a turn with her old friend? Ok that makes sense- wait…Nesta?? But she doesn’t even like him?? Meanwhile Lucien’s just like 🧍‍♂️

Ohohohoho. Do I love this or what!

Elain is trying to ignore these weird... territorial feelings she's getting? Why? Why is she feeling this way? They don't...interact that way. He let her be, per her preference and Elain had certainly never given him any ideas that she felt otherwise.

Not that she'd been able to stop herself from thinking about him before bed. Or how he appears in her dreams. Or how she still hears his heartbeat. She would never tell anyone that she knows exactly when he sets foot in Velaris and is hyperaware of him at all times. No one needed to know that.

He was friends with Feyre. Of course, they'd dance together. She didn't need to pay attention to how they laughed. Or how smooth of a dance he was. Of course, he'd dance with Vassa, they were also close friends. They lived together and no, she was not feeling some kind of emotion associated with the color green at that thought. It was none of her business what he did or where he lived.

But those other women...who were they? Why was he so comfortable dancing with them? She could casually ask Feyre about it later but she didn't want to make her curiosity obvious...but Nesta? Dancing with Lucien?

Why? Since when did her older sister have a friendship casual enough that she danced with him?

Elain was barely thinking straight, running mostly on annoyance when she oh, so, casually bumped into him at the refreshments table and he apologized graciously as if she wasn't the one to bump into him.

"Giving yourself a much-needed boost after all that dancing?" she said, attempting humor but even to her own ears, her tone sounded tight.

Lucien only lifts a brow. "It has been a fun night with friends."

Elain hums, a finger tapping on the flute of champagne in her hand. "Yes, it seems like you're enjoying yourself."

"I am," he said, then tilted his head, watching her curiously. "Is there something I can assist you with, my lady?"

And Elain tried not to shiver at the term he always used with her. Always so polite. Always with manners. An awkward silence filled the space between them and Elain knew Lucien would always work on her pace. He would wait for her to initiate anything more than a conversation — as annoyingly respectful as he was.

Elain pursed her lips and before she could think too long about it, she knocked back the glass of champagne and cleared her throat.

"Are you going to ask me to dance?"

Lucien paused, a slight color staining his cheeks, and straightened. "I would've assumed you preferred I stayed away from you."

The next words slipped out before she could stop them. "I would not prefer that. Especially when you're dancing with every female in the room but me."

His lips twitched and Elain promptly wanted to die. She didn't even like him, right? Why did she care if he danced with her? Why was she even talking to him in such a public event?

But now she had brought attention to it and it seemed like she cared and oh gods, was everyone watching them? She felt herself turn more and more red by the minute, frowning.

"Nevermind. I —"

"I would be honored to dance with you," he said and Elain blinked at him as he watched her with amusement.

"Oh."

"Given that you're dying to dance with me."

"I'm not dying to —"

"Too late, you can't take it back now." he joked and Elain made a noise of protest until she saw the twitch of his lips. He was teasing her, that rake. "I just hope you can keep up."

Her eyes narrowed and suddenly her heart began to pump so very fast. She was going to dance with him. With her...mate. And maybe it was the drinks, maybe it was the general atmosphere of the party, and yes — maybe it was because he was handsome and she wanted to show everyone else exactly how well she danced, that Elain lifted her head, jutting her chin in a challenge and said, "Let's hope you can keep up with me."

[euclydtwins]

Euclydian Twins AU: Chapter 1

I will post the first chapter here since it's fairly short, hope you enjoy!

“Mr Cipher?”

A call came from the door behind him, one of the axolotl guards, no doubt taking him to his weekly wellbeing meeting. He ignored them for a moment, continuing to try and cut triangles out of paper with his kids craft scissors, the cheap junk made it impossible to cut.

Bill threw the scissors and paper down, frustrated, and turned to face the guard. Guard was a strong word, they’d probably tackle you if you got too out of line, but other than that they just stood around, looking at you with an annoyingly happy face.

Bill scowled and stomped behind the guard as they took him down the hallways, to the axolotl’s office, like he did every week. They’d check up on him, see if he was doing any better. The answer was always no, and if not that, it would just be silence.

After his embarrassing defeat, the Axolotl had taken pity on him, scooping him up from the verge of death. They fixed him up and sent him here, some interdimensional rehab, with all of the axolotl’s pet projects. While it wasn’t prison, they couldn’t leave. They had a large focus on therapy and expressing yourself, mostly through art, Bill found he actually enjoyed art, scrapbooking, painting, making puppets, he would just shut off his brain for a bit and have as much fun as he could muster.

The guard stood to the side of the door, not looking down at Bill. He sighed and pushed the door open, walking over and struggling to climb up the chair leg.

The Axolotl sat at the desk, their fingers clasped together, this was a form they took, sort of humanoid, considering every other demon and monster in this place was more or less bipedal it was probably to make them more comfortable. It made Bill wary though, why the humanoid shape? Why not stay the weird four-legged blob fish they’re supposed to be?

“Mr Cipher, I’m glad you could stop by, how have you been?”

“Please, Mr Cipher was my father, call me Bill” he joked, glaring at them.

Their blank, smiley expression stayed, they both sat in silence for a minute before the axolotl restated their question.

“How have you been, Bill?”

“Fine I guess, as fine as I can be.”

“So, no more disturbing visions or nightmares?” Bill had been having dreams and odd flashbacks ever since he came here, but he could never quite place what happened in them, it’s like after the fact they all burnt up and blurred.

He looked down, folding his arms.

“Not as often”

“Glad to hear it, it seems you’re on the right track to recovering.”

“Mhmm, can I go now? I have puppet making next and I don’t want to miss it.”

The axolotl stood up, not quickly and not in a threatening way, just, slowly, placing their four fingered hands together.

“I actually had a sort of proposal for you.”

Bill looked up at them properly, his eye squinted sceptically.

“About what?”

The axolotl walked slowly around the table, standing next to Bill on his chair.

“Well, your behaviour has been well lately, we have less concerns about you rehabilitation” Bill nodded along, only half listening now.

“And I think a good step in your journey would be a social life, friends and family to interact with.”

Bill scoffed.

“Hey, I interact with my fellow prisoners plenty, just before I told Gribley that I liked his painting in art, I mean it actually sucked but I was trying to get an extra sticker from the guards.”

They blinked once, staring down at the triangle with their unreadable expression.

“Well, recently two young children have come into my orbit, they’re recently orphaned, and I was thinking- “

“Babysitting? No way, why would you want ME to babysit some kids? I’m not exactly the fatherly type, or motherly- “

“Because they’re Euclydian, Bill.”

Cipher stopped yammering and froze, dead cold, like stone. His head started screaming at him, but there were no intelligible words that were said.

“I- Euclydian? You mean they- “

“No, they’re not from your dimension, but there were similar ones in the universe.”

He stopped, slumping down the chair, staring blankly at the desk Infront of him. Then he got up, standing on the chair and trying to look as tall as possible, he still didn’t reach the axolotl’s height.

“You mean to say, there were other universes where my dimension still existed, and you failed to tell me this before?!” The axolotl held a claw out before he could continue, it somehow silenced Bill, preventing him from going off on his tirade.

“Not anymore.”

That hurt, that hurt really bad. He sunk back down into the seat and stared blankly at the desk again. The Axolotl stood silently for a minute, before kneeling down besides the small chair, coming face to face with the triangle.

“That’s why these kids need you, would you want them to feel how you did?”

He didn’t have the energy to respond properly, they sat there in complete silence, Bill’s thoughts crashing around in his head like a tidal wave slamming into every side until it hurt.

“I’d like to go to bed early” he managed to mutter.

“But you haven’t even had dinner yet.”

“I’d like to go to sleep.”

The axolotl just nodded and stood up, a sadness now overcoming their expressionless face. Almost like they’d been summoned, two guards walked into the room, Bill hopped off his chair, staring at the floor, and walked to them.

“Take him to his room, he’s sleeping early tonight,” the two guards nodded and followed Bill as he slowly walked out of the room. But before the door closed, the axolotl called out.

“Please think about it.”

Bill lay awake in his bed. He didn’t actually need to sleep, or eat, or any of that, but the axolotl said getting into a schedule is good for him, and he’d grown to kinda like sleeping. Not having to think for a while, the only other times he’d really fallen asleep were when he used to take over Ford’s body, he’d pass out, and it would make even Bill tired. He’d never understand why humans didn’t sleep if they needed it so badly.

He caught himself before he kept thinking about it, Ford wasn’t what he should be focusing on, he should focus on sleeping. Unfortunately, the bed was really uncomfortable, if only he could float still, but all of his powers had been taken away.

His mind wandered to what the axolotl said, how would he even look after two kids in here?

He bolted upright.

They wouldn’t just let young kids in here, it was full of dangerous criminals from across the universe, would they let him go? Could he be free?

Where would he even go if he was given freedom? His mind dragged him to Gravity falls, the only other place he was really familiar with was the mindscape, and he didn’t really want to stay there.

He laughed at himself.

“What? You think Ford would take you in? Maybe you are delusional” he talked aloud, just sort of muttering to himself, realising that he sounded insane, but still not stopping. He stayed up so long that he was awake for actual curfew, all the odd creatures, monsters, and demons shuffled into their rooms.

Bill turned and looked at his wall, a line of photos hung up, he’d gotten them in a “memory photography class,” they had to take photos of stuff from their memory, whatever their mind subconsciously thought was important.

Half of them were him and Ford, a few were him hanging out with smart guys throughout history, and the rest he had burned. He just stared blankly at the wall, a wave of something overcoming him, some strong emotion he’d forgotten a long time ago.

He dug his face into the pillow and willed himself to sleep.

***

He had had a week to ruminate on the offer, thinking over the possibilities. When they took his powers, they took his precognition, so he couldn’t see the future anymore, but he still liked thinking over the outcomes of everything, he’d gotten good at it, he knew that anything could happen.

He yet again was cutting out triangles absentmindedly when a guard walked up to the door, he went through the motions, walking ahead of the guard towards the office.

The Axolotl sat at their desk, again with a blank smile on their face.

He climbed eagerly onto the chair.

“How have you been Bill- “

“Yeah okay, cut it with the bullshit, jump back to your proposal.”

“My proposal? From last week”

“I don’t think you’re cutting me any other deals” Bill leaned over to hold on to the side of the desk, but the chair was so far away, and his arms were small, so his legs fell off the seat. He ended up climbing onto the desk, standing at the edge of it.

“Did you have questions?”

“Yeah! What’s in it for me?”

The Axolotl pushed their hands together again, then leaned into one of the draws, grabbing paper and a pen. They started writing stuff down, not looking at Bill as he tried to lean over and see what was on the paper.

It was a list.

“You would look after these kids, and in return, we’d grant you partial freedom, at least until you prove to be better.”

“Partial freedom? What does that entail?”

“When we place you all, you’ll be able to do whatever you please, we will even give you back some of your powers.”

Bill started shaking.

“You wouldn’t be able to use it entirely, we’d set a limit to make sure you didn’t get too out of hand.”

It was the nice way of saying ‘we don’t trust you’ but Bill would take it. He nodded, acting like he was thinking, as if he hadn’t already made a decision.

“And where would I- we go?”

“I think Earth would be a good spot, considering how familiar you are with it, we would get you accommodations wherever you wanted.”

Bill was practically drooling, this was the offer of a lifetime, he’d be even more insane to NOT take it.

“In return for all of this, you would foster these kids, it would be beneficial for them to be with somebody similar.”

Similar? Even though the kids were the same species as him, there’s no way they could be anything like him, that’s what made him Bill Cipher, that’s what lead him to all of this.

Axolotl forgive any kid that could be like him.

“You’d be surprised” the axolotl replied to his thought, startling him, he’d forgotten they can hear when he ‘prays’ to them. Bill nodded again, as if he hadn’t just spaced out for a solid 5 minutes.

“So, it’s a deal then?” Bill said, holding out his hand and holding back a giggle.

“No, none of that, if you… or them, acted out at any time, you’d be bought back.”

Adding the kids to the statement sounded odd, what problems would they cause?

“Fine, I’ll accept it.”

The Axolotl genuinely smiled, standing up and walked past the desk, Bill hopped off and followed behind them.

He was allowed to grab his things that were in storage, change out of his fucking prison clothes, he felt like himself again, he was giddy, holding back giggles.

What suckers they would be, letting him free, he knew exactly what he’d do, he knew where he wanted to go, and if everything went according to plan, he’d hardly even need to look after those kids, he’d be a free man, or… triangle.

The Axolotl changed out of their humanoid form, back to the giant four-legged blob, it wasn’t their full size, but to Bill they were like a whale. He was led to a different building, it wasn’t a part of the rehab centre, it was somewhere new, they’d teleported at some point and he hadn’t even noticed.

The door they stopped at creaked open, some telepathic force from the axolotl. Bill walked inside, only just in the doorway when he stopped.

It was a kids’ playroom, and in the middle were two moving shapes, obviously Euclydian. But it wasn’t that that bothered him.

Hope you liked it! and if you want to continue reading this au, you can check out my ao3 where i will be posting the rest of the chapters