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vortexbloom · 2 months ago

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Can I request some dialogue heavy scenarios where the HSR men, Jing Yuan, Blade, Dan Heng, Boothill, Sunday, Jiaoqiu, and Moze are in a relationship with a Neko reader and how they react when the reader jumps up like an actual scared cat when they're spooked.

Sure :)

I decided to make a Aventurine one too btw.

How they‘d react, if they‘d see their Neko Lover jump up like an actual cat when they’re spooked (Seperate OneShots)

Pairing: Jing Yuan / Blade / Dan Heng / Boothill / Sunday / Jiaoqiu / Moze / Aventurine x Neko Reader

Fandom: HSR (Honkai Star Rail)

Warnings: Some parts may be similar

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Masterlist - Honkai Star Rail

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Masterlist - Marvel

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English isn’t my first/native language, so there might be misspellings etc.

I do NOT own any Characters !

Have fun reading this :D

⋆˚࿔ 𝒥𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The warm glow of lanterns bathed Jing Yuan’s study in a soft light, casting elongated shadows across the neatly arranged scrolls. It was a quiet evening, the kind he treasured, especially when you were here, curled up beside him, tail lazily flicking as you read through one of his many books.

Jing Yuan leaned back in his chair, golden eyes half lidded with drowsy contentment. He had been watching you for some time now, admiring the way your ears twitched slightly when you were deep in thought. It was a small, endearing habit, one of the many he had come to cherish.

The peace, however, did not last.

A sudden crash echoed through the room as the wind managed to drop a tray, the clattering sound cutting through the silence like a blade.

Your reaction was instant.

Ears flattening, tail bristling, you let out a startled yelp before leaping straight into the air, your body moving with feline agility as you landed on the desk with a soft thud, wide eyed and claws lightly extended. A scroll rolled off the surface, and Jing Yuan barely had the presence of mind to catch his teacup before it tipped over.

Silence.

Then, a deep chuckle.

Jing Yuan pressed a hand to his lips, his broad shoulders shaking as he struggled to contain his amusement. His golden eyes gleamed with mirth as he regarded you, still perched atop the desk.

"My dear," he drawled, voice laced with humor. "I never realized you had such…remarkable reflexes."

You shot him a glare, ears twitching in embarrassment. "That wasn’t funny," you huffed, crossing your arms.

That only made his smirk grow.

"On the contrary, I found it quite delightful." He reached out, fingers brushing over your ears with a gentle touch, smoothing them down as if to soothe your ruffled pride. His gaze softened, though the amusement never quite left his expression. "Though I do apologize if I annoyed too much."

You huffed again but didn’t pull away when his hand slid down to scratch at the base of your ears. The tension in your shoulders slowly melted, replaced by a quiet purr that you refused to acknowledge.

Jing Yuan’s grin widened. "Ah, so I am forgiven?"

You flicked your tail in response, before muttering, "Only if you don’t tease me about this forever."

The General chuckled, leaning forward until his forehead nearly touched yours. "I make no promises."

You just rolled your eyes.

With a swift motion, he tugged you forward, pulling you effortlessly into his lap. A surprised squeak left your lips as he wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin atop your head with a satisfied sigh.

"Now, stay here and let me enjoy this warmth a little longer."

You grumbled, but the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your ear was a difficult comfort to resist. So, despite your embarrassment, you let yourself relax in his embrace, tail curling around his wrist as his fingers continued their lazy strokes through your hair.

Jing Yuan merely smiled, content.

This, he decided, was far better than any paperwork.

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⋆˚࿔ ℬ𝓁𝒶𝒹ℯ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The silence in the room was comfortable, broken only by the occasional rustling of fabric as Blade shifted in his seat. He wasn’t one for idle chatter, and you had long since grown used to his quiet nature. It didn’t bother you. If anything, you found a strange sense of peace in his presence, knowing that despite his distant demeanor, he always kept an eye on you.

Curled up on the couch, your tail lazily flicked behind you as you read, the dim glow of the lamp casting soft shadows along the walls. Blade sat nearby, sharpening his sword with slow, methodical movements, his eyes flickering to you every so often.

And then—

BANG!

The sound of something heavy falling outside the room shattered the tranquility. Instinct took over before your mind could catch up, your ears flattened, your tail bristled, and in one swift motion, you leapt straight into the air.

Blade barely had time to react before you landed with perfect feline agility, on top of the bookshelf.

Silence.

He blinked.

Then, without a word, he set his weapon aside and leaned back against his seat, tilting his head slightly as a quiet huff of amusement left his lips.

"…Hmm."

That was it. No teasing remark, no laughter, just that small, almost imperceptible sound of amusement. But you knew him well enough to recognize it.

Your ears twitched. "Don’t say it."

He exhaled through his nose, his gaze never leaving yours.

"Say what?"

You narrowed your eyes. His were unreadable, as always, but there was something behind them? a flicker of entertainment that he was clearly holding back.

Slowly, deliberately, Blade stood up. You tensed, watching as he moved to stand directly in front of the bookshelf, his gaze sharp, calculating. Then, in one fluid motion, he reached up, his strong hands effortlessly wrapping around your waist.

Before you could protest, he lifted you off the shelf with ease.

"You land well," he mused, setting you down in front of him. His hands didn’t immediately let go, lingering at your waist as his thumb brushed against your side. "Jump high, too."

Your tail flicked, your ears still slightly flattened. "Blade."

His lips twitched, just barely. Then, as if the moment had already passed, he released you, stepping back as he picked up his sword once more.

"Next time, land somewhere I can reach you faster."

You stared at him. "Was that…concern?"

He didn’t answer, but the way his fingers tightened briefly around the hilt of his sword told you everything you needed to know.

And despite your lingering embarrassment, you couldn’t help but smile.

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⋆˚࿔ 𝒟𝒶𝓃 ℋℯ𝓃ℊ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The Astral Express was unusually quiet that evening. Most of the crew had retired to their rooms, leaving only the soft hum of the train’s engine and the occasional flicker of passing stars through the windows. You sat comfortably on the couch in the archive room, tail lazily flicking as you drank some tea. Across from you, Dan Heng sat with his own reading material, his gaze focused, his expression as unreadable as ever.

This was routine. A quiet evening together, surrounded by books and tea, with the gentle presence of each other’s company. You liked it this way.

Until—

CLANK.

The sudden noise from the hallway shattered the silence. Something heavy had fallen, perhaps March had dropped her camera again, or Caelus had knocked over something. Either way, the sound was unexpected.

Your body reacted before your mind did. Instinctively, your ears flattened, your tail bristled, and with an alarmed yelp, you leapt straight up into the air.

Straight onto the shelf.

Silence.

Dan Heng’s book remained open in his hands, but his eyes had drifted upward, following your movement. You clung to the top of the shelf, wide eyed, tail still puffed up in fright. For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then, with a barely perceptible sigh, Dan Heng closed his book.

"I see your reflexes are…impressive."

Your ears twitched, heat creeping up your face. "Don’t say anything."

He tilted his head slightly, expression calm but unreadable. "I didn’t."

You scowled, shifting slightly but realizing with mild horror that getting down was trickier than expected. The shelf was taller than you thought, and your balance was precarious. You hesitated.

Dan Heng noticed.

Without a word, he stood up and walked over, stopping just below you. He extended his arms, gaze steady. "Come down."

You blinked. "I can do it myself."

A pause. Then, his tone softened, just barely. "You’ll land better if I catch you."

You hesitated again, but there was no teasing in his voice, no amusement at your predicament, just quiet patience. Huffing softly, you relented, letting yourself lean forward until gravity took over.

Dan Heng caught you effortlessly, his grip firm yet careful as he steadied you against his chest. His heartbeat was steady, his warmth familiar. For a moment, neither of you moved.

Then, he finally spoke again.

"Next time, stay close to me. That way, you won’t have to jump at all."

Your ears twitched, tail flicking against his arm. You mumbled something about not being that easily startled, but the way Dan Heng’s arms lingered just a second longer than necessary told you he wasn’t entirely convinced.

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⋆˚࿔ ℬℴℴ𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The dusty air of Penacony’s lower districts buzzed with distant chatter, neon signs flickering in the twilight. Boothill leaned back in his chair, boots propped up on the table, hat pulled low over his face. A slow evening, just how he liked it.

You, on the other hand, were perched on the armrest beside him, tail lazily flicking as you toyed with the rim of his hat. "You always this relaxed, cowboy?" you teased, ears twitching as you watched him.

Boothill let out a slow chuckle, tilting his head just enough to glance at you. "Ain’t no rush, sugar. If trouble comes, I’ll handle it before you even blink."

As if the universe itself wanted to test that claim, a loud crash echoed from the alleyway behind you. Something, someone, had knocked over a stack of crates. The sudden noise sent your instincts into overdrive.

Ears flattening, tail puffing up, you let out a startled yelp before leaping straight up and landing perfectly on one of the wooden beams above. Claws lightly digging into the wood, you clung there, wide eyed, heart pounding.

Silence.

Boothill stayed completely still for a beat. Then, slowly, he lowered his boots from the table, his hand coming up to tip his hat back as he looked up at you. His eyes gleamed under the neon glow, amusement curling at the edges of his smirk.

"Well, ain’t that somethin’."

You groaned. "Don’t."

He chuckled, rolling his shoulders before standing. "Darlin’, you got reflexes quicker than a gunslinger in a standoff. You ever think ‘bout joinin’ me for a duel?"

You shot him a glare, tail flicking irritably. "I don’t see you reacting that fast."

Boothill smirked, tapping his holster. "That’s ‘cause I don’t need to jump, sweetheart. My gun does the talkin’."

You huffed, carefully shifting your weight to prepare for a jump down. But before you could move, Boothill was already underneath you, arms casually open. "Go on. I gotcha."

Your ears twitched. "I can land fine on my own, you know."

He smirked, tilting his head. "I know. But humor me."

You hesitated for only a second before letting go, landing effortlessly in his arms. His grip was steady, warm, secure. You half expected him to tease you, but instead, he just chuckled, adjusting his hold for a brief moment before setting you gently on your feet.

"Next time, sugar, maybe try jumpin’ towards me instead of away."

Your tail flicked against his leg in response, but the way he grinned told you he definitely wasn’t gonna let this go anytime soon.

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⋆˚࿔ 𝒮𝓊𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The dazzling lights of Penacony’s Dreamscape cast a golden glow over the lounge, where Sunday lounged effortlessly on a velvet couch, a half empty glass of wine twirling between his fingers. He looked as he always did, relaxed, poised, utterly unreadable.

You, on the other hand, were seated beside him, tail flicking lazily as you nibbled on a delicate pastry. The night was peaceful, the music soft, the company…pleasant.

And then—

BANG!

A bottle behind the bar toppled over, crashing to the ground with a sharp clatter.

Your instincts kicked in before logic could catch up. Ears flattened, tail bristling, you let out a startled yelp and leapt straight up.

Not just a small jump, no, you soared, landing gracefully on the chandelier hanging above the lounge.

Silence.

Sunday, who had not even flinched at the noise, slowly lowered his wine glass, looking up at you with an expression that could only be described as…delightfully intrigued.

"Well, well," he mused, tilting his head as a slow smile curved his lips. "Now that’s what I call a grand performance."

Your tail flicked, embarrassment heating your face as you clung to the chandelier, claws digging slightly into the golden frame. "I—That was—"

He chuckled, setting his drink aside before standing, adjusting his pristine cuffs. "Darling, if you wanted all eyes on you, you only had to ask."

You groaned, ears flattening further. "Don’t start."

Sunday merely extended a hand, the neon reflections in his golden eyes glimmering with amusement. "Come down, love. Or should I call in a ladder?"

You huffed, preparing to leap down, only for Sunday to effortlessly step forward and catch you midair before you even landed. His grip was steady, his arms strong as he pulled you close, a satisfied smirk playing at his lips.

"Impeccable form," he murmured, voice low, teasing.

Your tail flicked against his chest in protest, and he laughed, a smooth, velvety sound.

"Though, next time, my dear…jump into my arms first, won’t you?"

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⋆˚࿔ 𝒥𝒾𝒶ℴ𝓆𝒾𝓊 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Jiaoqiu sat at his desk, his fingers tracing the lines of his latest research notes. He glanced up from his work, eyes narrowing slightly as his gaze fixed on his beloved, curled up like a content kitten on the sofa, a small book resting ion your lap. The gentle, rhythmic sound of your breathing was oddly soothing, and for a moment, Jiaoqiu allowed himself to indulge in the comfort of your presence.

Then, something happened. A sudden, sharp noise cut through the silence.

The next thing Jiaoqiu knew, you, who had been peacefully dozing, launchedyourself into the air with a startled yelp, an elegant but startled leap that mirrored the precise movements of a frightened cat. Your eyes were wide, the ears on top of your head twitching in every direction, and your tail, Jiaoqiu’s favorite part of you, was puffed up in surprise.

The scene happened so quickly, he couldn’t help but blink in disbelief.

"Jiaoqiu!" Your voice cracked with sudden alarm as you hovered midair, eyes flicking around the room, as if searching for the source of danger.

But Jiaoqiu was no stranger to your cat-like reflexes. Still, it never ceased to amuse him.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, low and warm, as he leaned back in his chair. His expression softened, though there was a glint of affection in his eyes.´´

"Did you got startled, love?" he teased, his voice calm and controlled, as always.

You landed softly back onto the ground, your face flushed with embarrassment. You quickly tried to compose yourself, but your tail betrayed you, flicking erratically behind you as your eyes darted around to make sure the threat (whatever it was) had passed.

"I…I wasn’t expecting that noise," you stammered, still trying to regain your bearings.

Jiaoqiu stood up from his desk, taking slow, measured steps toward you. His hand gently reached out, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. He couldn't resist teasing you a little further, but there was a tender warmth in his voice.

"You’re so cute when you’re startled,´´ he said, his lips curling into a soft smile. ´´You remind me of a cat, always so quick to react."

His words made your cheeks burn brighter, making you pull your knees up to your chest, feeling embarassed. You were so used to your feline-like tendencies, the ears, the tail, the reflexes, but hearing Jiaoqiu call you cute´ always ´turned you into a blushing mess.

"I didn’t jump that high!" you protested weakly, though the sheepish smile on your face said otherwise.

Jiaoqiu chuckled, sitting next to you on the couch. "You did. And I think it’s adorable," he said, his voice softening. "I never thought I’d be so lucky to have someone so��unique, so full of life."

You looked up at him, your heart fluttering in your chest. Despite the teasing, there was a sincerity in his words. Jiaoqiu wasn’t one to offer praise lightly, and when he did, it meant something.

"Really?" you asked quietly, your tail swishing a little more contentedly now.

Jiaoqiu nodded, his gaze soft and unwavering. "Absolutely."

He took your hand gently, pulling you closer to him, and placed a soft kiss to your forehead, brushing his fingers over the tips of your ears. "Now, I think it’s time for you to relax, my little neko. I’ll make sure nothing scares you for the rest of the evening."

You felt your heart melt as you curled closer to him, feeling safe in his embrace. Youwere still a little embarrassed about your jump, after all, you had hoped to appear graceful, even with the feline traits youcouldn’t help but flaunt. But Jiaoqiu never made you feel self conscious.

In fact, he loved you all the more for it.

And so, in the calm after the the startle, the two of you settled together.

As Jiaoqiu continued to hold you, his beloved, close, you realized that sometimes, being startled and falling into the arms of someone who cared, made everything in the world seem perfectly aligned.

"Jiaoqiu" you whispered, nuzzling your cheek against his shoulder. "Thank you for always being here."

He smiled, brushing a gentle hand through your hair, his heart swelling with love.

"Always."

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⋆˚࿔ ℳℴ𝓏ℯ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Moze had seen a lot of things in his time. But watching his lover, his sweet, supposedly normal lover, leap straight into the air like a startled cat? Yeah, that was new.

The night had been quiet. You walked beside Moze, tail swaying lazily, ears twitching at the distant sounds of the city. Moze, ever the picture of relaxed confidence, strolled with his hands in his pockets, cigarette hanging from his lips.

Then—

BANG!

A trash can tipped over in a nearby alley.

Before Moze could so much as glance over, you sprang into the air, landing effortlessly on the ledge of a street sign.

Silence.

Moze stood there, cigarette paused between his fingers, head tilting up to look at you. His eyes gleamed with slow, dawning amusement.

"Huh." He exhaled smoke, taking his time before smirking. "Didn’t take you for the ‘climb first, think later’ type."

Your tail flicked in embarrassment. "It was instinct!"

"Instinct, huh?" His smirk widened. "So, what’s the plan now, kitten? You settin’ up shop up there, or you need a rescue?"

You huffed, crossing your arms. "I don’t need rescuing."

"That so?" He took a step closer, tapping ash from his cigarette. "Then jump down."

You hesitated. The leap up had been easy. The jump down, especially with Moze watching so intently, felt…humiliating.

His grin turned lazy as he opened his arms. "C’mon. You know I gotcha."

With a sigh, you finally leapt and true to his word, Moze caught you effortlessly, arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you against him.

"Told ya," he murmured, voice warm against your ear.

You buried your face in his shoulder. "You’re never gonna let this go, are you?"

A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest. "Nope. Might even start keepin’ a tally."

You groaned, but his laughter, low, teasing, and utterly fond, made it a little harder to stay mad.

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⋆˚࿔ 𝒜𝓋ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃ℯ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Aventurine had seen many things in his line of work, bluffs, desperate gambles, high risk plays that paid off or crashed spectacularly. But nothing, nothing, could have prepared him for the sight of you his oh so charming lover, springing into the air like an actual startled cat.

The two of you had been walking through the Reverie, his usual smug confidence on full display as he lazily shuffled a deck of cards in one hand. You, tail swaying, ears twitching at every sound, strolled beside him, casually entertained by his smooth talk about probabilities and luck.

Then, the universe decided to throw in an unexpected variable.

A sudden clatter, a serving tray crashing to the floor behind you.

In an instant, your body reacted before your mind could catch up, ears flattened, tail puffed, and you launched yourself straight up, landing gracefully atop a decorative light fixture.

Silence.

Aventurine blinked. Slowly. Then, with the ease of a man who had just been blessed with the most amusing hand of cards ever dealt, he let out a low, delighted chuckle.

"Well, well. I must say, I didn’t account for this particular…reflex of yours."

You groaned, hiding your face in your hands. "Don’t start."

"Oh, but I must." He smirked up at you, eyes gleaming with mischief. "You know, darling, if you wanted a change in perspective, you could’ve just asked. Climbing the decor seems a bit dramatic, even for you."

"I didn’t mean to!" you huffed, tail flicking in irritation. "It was instinct!"

"Instinct, you say?" He tapped a finger against his chin, as if considering his next move in a game. "Fascinating. You do this often? Perhaps I should start placing bets on how high you’ll go next time?"

You shot him a glare. He only laughed, ever the picture of infuriating amusement.

Finally, he stretched out a hand, voice laced with an exaggerated sigh. "Come now, kitten. As much as I enjoy this newfound discovery, I’d rather not have my partner perched above me like some elusive jackpot prize."

You hesitated, only because you knew the second you were back on the ground, he’d never let you live this down. Still, with no other choice, you leapt down.

Aventurine caught you with infuriating ease, his arms securing you in place before he leaned in, voice dropping to a teasing murmur. "See? Always a safe bet with me."

You groaned, pressing your forehead against his shoulder. "You’re never letting this go, are you?"

His smirk widened. "Oh, sweetheart. Not in a million cycles."

Have a good day/night/evening/morning/afternoon ☼꥟☽

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holdyourhandinmine · 1 month ago

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𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 | jackie taylor

♫ 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘: keep pretending pretty girl • renee rapp

⍟ you've lost count of how many times jackie's come to you drunk, and begging for kisses ⍟

comphet jackie strikes again! w/c: 1.2k

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jackie is drunk.

and not in the way she likes to be- the way she pretends to be; when she still has control over that part of her brain that screams at her. she likes to get a nice buzz going, just enough so she can dance with jeff freely, without her skin crawling with discomfort.

but that buzz in her head has grown exponentially already, and she hasn't even been here long. she probably should've slowed down but when shauna stood her ground and outright refused to go- no matter how many favours she offered up, and you were no where to be found. she couldn't help herself.

the cup that's been the direct cause of all her inhibitions has been refilled and emptied too many times already, and it is manifesting itself in the way her lips are tingling, and itching for a kiss.

jeff takes it out of her hands- smiling nervously at her. they're leant against his truck bed together, and as he slides closer to her- he pulls her into his shoulder and kisses her gently. well, as gently as a teenage boy that only cares about getting into her pants can be.

she shudders.

jeff- as nice as ever, frowns, offering her his jacket. yes, that must be it, she's just cold.

and she takes it.

jeff is nice. he's a good boyfriend- jackie is sure of that.

but he's not as soft as some other people she's kissed, his hands are calloused and dry- but the other's are soft and smooth, he smells like- well, he smells like boy; dirty and musky and icky, she much prefers the fruity, flowery smell that lingers and follows her around after; it must be a mix of the two of yours together.

and the more she thinks about it, the more she thinks of you.

your lips are softer, nicer, warmer- you're not constantly trying to jump her bones. and she could stare at you for hours if she could.

and it's definitely the alcohol thats leading her now, cause she's pulling out of jeff's embrace without a second thought- throwing some excuse over her shoulder and stalking towards the house.

you're normally hiding somewhere when there's a party, whether it's from the crowds, or from her- she doesn't ask.

she spots nat and lottie in the kitchen getting drinks, and she bounds up to them clapping her hands together.

"charlotte! natalie! just the people i wanted to see."

"she doesn't want to see you jackie."

jackie frowns- noting the look shared between the two. and she notices nat's eyes flicker to the direction of the bathroom, and her face splits into a grin.

"thanks nat!"

she bats her eyes at the few people waiting and they step aside for her.

she knocks, "it's jackie! let me in."

the door creeks open slightly- just enough for her to slip in and shut the door with a thud.

the light must be a bit busted in the cramped bathroom cause her eyes strain to adjust. but when they do- they notice you.

sat on the counter with your back to the mirror- your eyes avoid her, staring at the ground, barely acknowledging her.

jackie frowns- her heads still spinning, her cheeks are flushed, and only now is she noticing her lack of balance, she's on the verge of falling face first into you.

your voice cuts through her thoughts sharply, "what are you doing here jackie?"

jackie's lips part slightly, mouth moving, opening and closing- willing the words to come out. nothing but a pathetic sigh vibrate through the air. it slices though the thick tension in the room. the silence is suffocating, and finally, only then- your eyes meet.

jackie pouts, "i love you."

platonically? yes.

romantically?

barring the fact that she has a boyfriend, it's only now- only in moments similar to this. only when it's just you two, locked away from the prying eyes of the world, and gossip-mill of the school. whispered broken promises, and drunken ramblings.

it makes your heart ache, and stomach drop- you know how this will go.

your voice drops softer, a warning, a plea- "jackie."

she hums- liquid courage still pumping through her veins.

"seriously- i love you."

her hands move to cup your cheeks softly- and she leans in.

and you do nothing to stop her.

then.

all you can taste is the alcohol on her lips.

all you can smell is her perfume.

and all you can feel is her hands wrapping around your shoulders.

your hands find their place on her hips and you part you legs more, jackie slotting right in between them.

it's pure bliss and it comes crashing down when the door swings open. jackie is pulling away from you, wiping her swollen lips. there's a slightly dazed look in her eyes but it quickly disappears. you can feel jackie's immediate panic now instead.

"just me- thought you'd want to know jeff's looking for you jack."

natalie.

jackie doesn't even spare you one last look, as she's barreling past nat to exit the bathroom.

"you know nat- usually when someone asked to keep someone else away, they do as asked."

nat scoffs, "it's not my fault jackie's got some freaky mind reading powers."

like usual- jackie never acknowledges the party with you, so you never bring it up with her.

you guess you're a good friend like that.

it's like nothing even happened.

but you don't even have enough fingers- on both hands, to count how many times this has happened.

it still always was nothing though- at least thats what jackie says. something along the lines of; don't worry about it, it's no big deal, friends help each other out all the time- you're just helping me figure it all out- and you'd be more inclined to believe her if she wasn't drunk every time it happened.

you know it's just an excuse she can hide behind-some junior girls made out during spin the bottle and no one battered an eye cause they were so pissed drunk- so in turn jackie is too, so pissed drunk she can barely see straight- literally.

and what's even more pathetic than that? you will always forgive her. you'll bite your tongue, you won't mention anything, you'll laugh with her, and pretend like she didn't crumble your world- and shatter your heart the other night.

she moves through the school like normal- shauna glued to her side. eyes bright, and smile brighter. she says hello to the people they pass.

she's always within eyesight, always within earshot.

she must know what she's doing, she must know she's very good at hovering just close enough to you, to drive you crazy, like a ghostly presence that haunts you.

she has to know she's doing it on purpose.

jackie taylor is going to be the death of you.

it only takes two weeks before another party is announced.

jackie meets your eyes from across the locker room, and you look away.

you know how this will go anyway- you'll be dragged to this party, and you'll avoid her like the plague. but she'll always sniff you out somehow- it's as if she's got some sixth sense to find you.

then you'll kiss, you'll tell her everything she wants to hear, and then, you'll wake up in the morning and pretend nothing even happened.

jackie can keep pretending all she wants- and you'll be happy to indulge her; every time.

pathetic.

#yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets #yellowjackets x you #jackie taylor #jackie taylor x reader #jackie taylor x you #yj

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deerspherestudios · 29 days ago

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I've been struggling with how to write this out, but the ask box closing gave me an excuse to sit down and make an official attempt at it. Apologies if it's long but I don't think I can compact it without missing some points I wanted to ramble about

I downloaded and played Astronought back in November. I love all its little details, and of course Atom itself.

From the purposefully misspelled title (nought like not/nothing instead of naut like nautical), to how utterly charming Atom is (their general mannerisms, and their laugh… sounds like chittering……), this game is something that has stuck itself in my head

After getting my first ending (route?) it was too late to play a second one & I ended up in the files (wanting to get more of them and this was the easiest way. also curiosity), and THE FILE NAMES? I'M SANE. ABOUT THE FILE NAMES. (Finding out my favorite CG was named "whipped" was very funny, because YEAH. IT TRULY IS, ISN'T IT.) The music that was ALREADY my favorite present in the game AND REALIZING IT'S NAMED "IT SIGHS AND YEARNS AND BEGS TO RETURN" IN THE FILES? YOU REALLY HAD TO DO THAT TO ME, HUH. Very fitting, I applaud you for tugging my heartstrings. At first the SFX named "your favorite" confused me. Until it hit me that it's the lights changing to your favorite colour. ITS THE. AGUHHH. I thought that was a very neat detail and I enjoyed figuring that one out. There's a lot of names in there that I had fun looking over, even if they weren't really meant to be looked at by the average player (?) The game's backgrounds are very well done, too. All of them feel very cohesive :]

Now, onto Atom themselves. Your honour, the worms have unfortunately charmed me. NOT TO MENTION THEY'RE JUST SO FASCINATING? ALL THEIR LITTLE QUIRKS AND EVERY LITTLE FACT. I have a great many questions that I've managed to forget while typing this but I'll try to write them down next time I remember them. However. I love how inhuman they truly are. Their diet is different (THEY can eat kibble, why can't you), their morals are different (murder is okay if it's in retaliation, etc. etc.) HOW THEY CAN GAIN INFORMATION BY EFFECTIVELY CONSUMING SOMEONE? THEY CAN CHANGE THEMSELVES TO BE DIFFERENT MATTERS???? The fact they may as well be buzzing at any form of affection you offer them (They pause when you offer to shake their hand and practically vibrate when you pat them on the shoulder) while still usually being restrained enough to avoid possible issues (it's noted the worms have an odd texture in game, and they don't immediately jump you and instead gingerly wrap a single worm around your finger) is,. oughg I LOVE THE REASON THEY CALL YOU LUNA NOVA, TOO. IT'S ADORABLE Even when they're being a bit more fucked up I still adore them. I got the softer route at first (couldn't say no to them, even if it was a bit illogical in the current situation), and even when I went back for the other route (and by god is that likely a different impression) it just made me MORE interested in it. I could go on.

I went into playing the game knowing the twist, I will admit, but the scene of the reveal was still quite impactful! (possibly quite literally. Atom did take a blunt force hit there) Not to mention how enthralled I got in the escape pod section. It delivered on the tense atmosphere quite well! Each scene was a good build up to the true reveal of what they are and writing this out makes me want to play it again I won't lie to you

Speaking of that general section, Moon Waltz. I got curious and I ended up screenshotting the lyrics it mentions (because I couldn't tear myself away from that moment to look it up right then) and afterwards looking it up (I found it very fitting for it to mention THAT lyric of all of them. think I said something similar out loud). I ended up listening to the song and got it stuck in my head for nearly 3 weeks straight. It's still one of my favorites to this day :]

Even when I tried getting to bed I was still kept up by writing down little ideas I had for them. I do not think I've ever had a game revive my spark of creativity as fast as Astronought did. I still have a lot of those ideas to get to and I honestly hope I do.

Hopefully this wasn't too much, I'm still getting used to telling creators that I love their work and am a bit new to this, but in summary: This game is incredibly charming and has wormed (HAH) its way into my heart. thank you for creating Astronought, and I wish you well on your future game endeavours o/

Aaaa I don't wanan be self indulgent on main but waaaaa aghaaa,

Working on Astronought last year was meant to be a break from writing MO. I think I manifested something when writing for Atom, they're such a goofy obsessive goober with absurd sci-fi logic almost to the point of comical sometimes and I just had fun with it!!

To think someone noticed all the silly little details that were just meant for me to see when it comes to the file names and references and even the title when I was working on it means so much!! This one is definitely a message I'll come back to over and over, especially for a short one-shot game.

Thank you so much <3<3<3!

#astronought vn #jar of fireflies #im so lucky to have people that go out of their way to send me such kind supportive messages like these #it always means so much when someone enjoys your work this much #i highly encourage taking the time to do it for other devs too!!! <3

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robin-evry · 2 months ago

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What about twst Yuu is like The Herta from hsr?

𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀!��𝐔𝐔 🪄🪞🔮

Esteemed Genius Society #83, human, female, young, beautiful, attractive. It's said that she lives in the far edge of the Cosmos, almost never leaving. Sounds like her appearance this time... must be for some issue that requires a personal touch, right?

Credits towards the artist

Is highly interested in twst, imagine herta!yuu studying in their lab and suddenly a black carriage appears in their vision and teleports them towards another universe.

How amusing, when they walk out of the coffin and realize the area they're in isn't the same universe they immediately burst out laughing finding this situation amusing, which means there are other universes proving herald hunch theory over the imaginary tree is correct meaning there are other worlds outside of their universe. A way to expend their knowledge.

another universe where there's no nous meaning they have grasp over knowledge that nous doesn't have even excess due to being in another universe, feeling them with excitement.

Herta!yuu has no interest in going back home, they have more knowledge to discover in this world and plus if they want to they can go home at anytime.

When the mirror declared them as magicless, herta!yuu would be a little offended but still understand they are in another universe with a different set of rules and structure.

And Crowley brought them towards ramshackle, herta!yuu give Crowley the most disgusted look ever towards him that even manages to scar him mentally, HOW DARE HE PUT A GENIUS LIKE THEM INTO SOMEWHERE SO INHATEBLE.

Overnight the ramshackle was turn into a castle perfect for a genius like them as well instead of resting, herta!yuu immediately went straight into the Library studying the world and its magic. They manage to understand and excel in the magical system as well as understanding highly complicated magical structures to the point manage to reverse engineering spells.

They by far manage to learn the entire NRC education just within overnights even the ones that most developed mages in the world lack to understand, so during at class they realize, they already learn about this and so they don't need to learn about this again. So herta!yuu after one class literally skip school for the entire day to focus on much more complicated topics.

They visited Sam shop and asked whether or not he got some scraps laying around that he wishes to get rid off and good thing he has some willing to give away in return herta!yuu gave him a manuscript that could sell over a million thaumarks.

Similar towards back in their universe their manuscript would carry millions towards billions worth due to it carrying highly advance research that no one has ever managed to enter it or solve it. It's wanted by many kingdoms and students, Crowley would try to negotiate with them to give him some of their manuscript but was usually met with rejection and ruggie would try to steal one but since herta!yuu rarely go to school it's hard so he tried to get close with the first years so if they ever went to visit herta!yuu he would manage to snatch one. As well as having a large collection of ancient magical artifacts they use for studies and if they find them boring will put them on displays or use them in the ridiculous ways, the first years was gagged when finding one of those artifacts being used as mixer some of this artifacts could also be auction as well destroy the school if use it wrong.

Alright back towards the scraps from Sam, herta!yuu use those leftovers to create their signature puppets to help them manage their studies as well attend school in their place. This could lead to moments where others are unsure if they're speaking to the real herta!yuu or just another puppet.

they rarely exert effort unless something truly interests them. They often sigh and say, "Ugh, do I really have to do this?" before eventually solving a problem in record time.

The ramshackle has an army of puppets that have different duties, some fill in herta!yuu attendance at school meanwhile helps them manage their research, some function as servants and babysitter for grim. Idia are by far curious about their puppets and want to study them but don't know how to approach herta!yuu.

Many students seen herta!yuu as an enigma, rarely appearing or never even once appear towards school only using puppets believing that they have better things to do. The smartest student in nrc that never ever once made an appearance physically because they have better things to do.

And even when herta!yuu make an appearance they will always be accompanied by puppets making sure their needs are taken care of, food, water and more and when kalim ask them why would they use puppets, herta!yuu response with saying that puppets are more efficient as well not carrying the burden of humans. As well finding themselves more capable than others.

The teachers have a love and hate relationship with them, trein and Vargas wish them to physically attend classes without using puppets as well as manage to find ways to outsmart them for crewel sees herta!yuu as a genius no doubt but finds them mostly focus on themselves than other other people

Herta!yuu prefer not to socialise with people they prefer over themselves rather than people who would socialize when the person isn't even the same level of intelligence as you causing them to have complications towards interaction.

They are also very blunt and if they find things uninterested they just usually drop it not giving effort, they lack understanding over emotions due to them always choosing logic, they have never once panicked. Not during Overblots, not when lost, not when Grim sets something on fire. "Screaming won’t solve the problem. Calculations will."

During kverblot Situations herta!yuu slowly claps and says, "Oh wow, another dramatic transformation. So original." before actually stepping in to help.

Vil absolutely hates to despise their behavior of laziness or valuing other things, as well as very bitter due to their natural beauty and when he asks why would they not thrive for betterment herta!yuu response with "I'm already perfect what else do I need to improve ".

#twisted wonderland #not canon #twst scenario #disney twst #twst headcanons #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland yuu au #twst mc #twst yuu au #twst x reader #the herta #herta hsr #herta!yuu

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violetrainbow412-blog · 1 year ago

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Hi!!! I just read your Wonka fics and they're all so sweet and I love them so much. I was wondering if I could request a certain fic? Here me out,,,,

So basically since there were only 6 bedrooms at the laundry place, the reader had their own room before Willy came but once he came the reader got switched to share rooms with Noodle since that's who they're closest too. The reader doesn't have their own bed for a few days until after they slowly(?) get closer to Willy, and build up the courage to walk to Willy's room in the middle of the night and ask to sleep with him. Nothing but sweet fluff.

Bonus points if Noodle catches them cuddling the next morning while they're asleep. :)))

Midnight Encounters [W. W]

Willy Wonka x fem!reader

word count: 2.2k

note: first, I have to say that I LOVED this as soon as I read it. I'm honestly afraid I haven't done this wonderful idea justice, so whoever asked for this, I'm very grateful. This is my favorite so far!

taglist: @dyieying @reallysparklychaos [Timothée masterlist]

Scrubitt's wonderful building only had six rooms, and when a seventh guest (a forced worker, actually) arrived, you had to figure out a way to make it work. You and Noodle had no problem sharing a place due to your familiarity and that, of course, you were the youngest, to give the new laundry employee a bed of his own.

Mr. Wonka was a most peculiar man, who had gained your attention immediately and, as the days passed, also your affection. It was something like love at first sight, if there was such a thing, and you didn't know if it was due to his charismatic personality, his beauty, or his completely dreamy aura that had captivated you. Whatever it was, it was clear that every time he approached you let out a nervous sigh and he seemed to react the same way to your presence; somehow you knew he felt the same way, you didn't even know why, you just felt it.

A good amount of time passed, enough for the two of you to share stories in the long hours you had to spend working, and trust was added to the list of things between you. You thought that the bond that was born between you could also be because you two were similar in age compared to the rest, who were younger or older. You suddenly started to enjoy chatting with him, he became the first one you looked for in the crowd and you also allowed him to help you from time to time, even if it was small things, just to be with him a little more.

That was why that night, after thinking about it for so many hours, you slipped out of your shared bed with Noodle, ready to go out through the hallway in search of a little warmth to shelter you while you slept. Because if anything was true, it was that the little girl's room had always been colder than yours and you weren’t a person particularly fond of this condition. On the contrary, you would say that as soon as a little wind blew through the window your entire body was already shaking in protest, to the point that it had become unbearable to live through it.

You advanced automatically and when you reached the door of your old room there was a second of hesitation, where all the possible results for what you were about to do passed through your mind; some were more favorable than others, however, you knew that you wouldn't find out what was really going to happen until you dared to cross into the room. Would Willy be upset? you asked yourself. You just hoped you didn't scare him.

You carefully turned the knob, which had once been gold but was now only copper, and you were thankful that it didn't have a lock. There was definitely no time to chicken out, you knew when you watched the boy curled up on the bed move slightly, as if the air that had sneaked in through the door had bothered him.

You noticed that he was wearing only his light white shirt and a pair of pants, without shoes or socks. There was a certain vulnerability in the scene, almost like an invitation for you to take a couple of steps and simply slip into his arms and sleep peacefully. How would he feel? Would his skin be soft? Cozy? Would that grip be enough to help you get your long-awaited rest?

You closed the door behind you and the soft click it made was enough to wake the man, as if that had warned him of the intruder who had sneaked into his room. He sat bolt upright on the bed and squinted to peer through the darkness.

"Who is it?"

“It's me, Willy” you responded and upon hearing your voice he visibly relaxed. However, when he asked himself the reason for your nocturnal visit, he returned to alert state.

"What happened? Everything is alright?"

You had no valid reason to be there. Or maybe you had it, but it wasn't something you could explain to the man without exposing yourself, or exposing your feelings. Even if that were the case, you thought that it would sound absurd to confess to him that you were there just because you wanted to discover what it felt like to have him close to you, to feel his breath close to your face, to be sheltered by his body...

“Y/N?” he spoke again, probably because he thought you hadn't heard him the first time. He was afraid it was an emergency so you were there, not imagining anything of what was going through your head.

You finally found your voice, deep inside your chest, and were able to offer him an answer:

"I'm cold"

You honestly didn't know what else to say and deep down you hoped that was enough, but even so, Willy got up still sleepy and stumbled to reach you.

“Oh, do you need a blanket?” he asked, while he could put his hands at your sides, holding your arms. His curls were messy and there were traces of sleep on his face. “Or would you prefer that I change rooms with you and Noodle? I wouldn't mind, although you should have told me before. If I had known, I could…”

"May I stay here?" you interrupted him. Your voice was a whisper in the darkness and he was still holding you, looking down at you with slight concern “With you?”

For a second he thought he was hearing you wrong and if he had heard correctly, he thought that perhaps he had not understood what you were trying to tell him. You looked disheveled and wore lighter clothing than usual, but he couldn't help but notice the innocence that bathed your face. You looked so pure and pretty that he felt dizzy, which only increased at the possibility that you were suggesting sleeping there; in the same bed… together.

“Huh… Are you sure?” he asked and instantly felt stupid. He just hoped it wouldn't scare you away.

“I guess I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t, right?” you replied, a smile escaping your lips. Suddenly the thought of him not wanting this came to your mind, realizing that it was completely valid “But if you don't want…”

“No,” he murmured, taking his turn to interrupt you. “It's okay if you want to stay here, I don't mind. I also feel a little cold”

If that was just to make you feel better, it didn't matter, after all you knew from the look on you that he wanted to do this just as much as you did. Well, it was that and the way his hand moved up your arm until it reached your face, where he brushed away a chunk of your hair and then kindly caressed your cheek. It was a gentle, loving, and sincere touch.

Without waiting any longer, you walked between the buckets that stopped the leaks and the man followed you obediently, until the two of you were sitting on the mattress. It was small and worn, with barely enough room for a body to move freely, there was a thin blanket over it and a pillow that covered the entire length of the headboard.

“You look tired,” you pointed out, feeling a slight guilt for having snatched him from his sleep.

“I am a little,” he replied, while he yawned and rubbed one eye as if he wanted to corroborate what he was saying.

You wanted to have the courage to grab his face and kiss him right there, but you didn't dare; it had been too much, you had to control your impulses or you would end up scaring the poor boy to death.

“We have to sleep, then”

Willy motioned for you to take the inside of the bed and when you were lying down he imitated you, forced by the lack of space to position himself a few centimeters from your entire body. You felt small, not physically, but metaphorically, and his attentive gaze and playful expression didn't help much.

"Are you comfortable?"

“Mjm,” you hummed affirmatively.

You felt him stir next to you and then he spread the blanket over you, hoping that would ease whatever had ailed you in the first place. One of his hands began to move down and up your arm in an attempt to give you a little more warmth, which worked perfectly after a few seconds. You felt so spoiled by him.

You were silent for a moment, in which he didn’t dare to look at you for fear that you could read in his expression how nervous he had become. He didn’t expect your visit and feared he was dreaming, although his hand touching you kept him certain that this wasn’t the case.

“I assume I was your first choice for this, was I?”

“You were my only option” you relieved, in a low voice. You weren't going to lie to him, if you had already managed to sneak between his sheets you wanted him to know that you were only thinking about him “I thought your arms would be warm. And I think I wasn’t wrong”

Almost as if your words had been an incentive, he closed the distance even more, placing one of his arms under your head so you could use it as a pillow and using the other to surround your body. Your face felt red and you thought you would die of embarrassment, but instead you just buried your head in his chest. He smelled like chocolate and soap.

“Hey,” he whispered suddenly and you pulled your head out of its comfortable spot to respond.

"Yeah?"

Again he surprised you when you felt that you received a fluffy kiss on the forehead before an answer, managing to add even more color to the skin of your cheeks.

“I just wanted to see your face. Rest"

Would it be possible not to when you were sheltered by such a sweet man, who held you with the care of holding a piece of porcelain? You highly doubted it, to be honest.

Your response was only your arm stretching out from the blanket that covered you to surround his waist and thus become practically fused with him. It didn't take you long to feel the full weight of fatigue settling on you and thanks to the rhythmic beat of his heart, you fell completely asleep, now without a single problem to be able to rest.

In your dreams you thought you heard his voice, but you couldn't make out what he was telling you, and at some point during the night you tangled your legs with his, thus eliminating any remains of the distance you had with him.

Very early in the morning Noodle soon noticed that someone was missing in bed, and although at first she thought you had just decided to get up a little early, she got worried when she went out to look for you and couldn't find you anywhere. The girl wondered if something had happened to you, if you had escaped or even if the mistress had locked you in the closet, just like she did with her. She thought that she had to tell someone about your absence and then she believed that the best candidate would be Willy, because she knew that he would share her concern and help her look for you without any complaints.

She crossed the hallway with her bare feet until she reached the boy's room and once there, she knocked on the door twice.

“Willy?” she called out to him, but there was no answer. That's why she knocked two more times “Willy? Are you there?"

Noodle waited a few seconds for the door to open, but it didn't, and that worried the girl again. What if he had disappeared too? She didn't want to waste time and to find out she turned the doorknob, expecting to see an empty room. But her surprise was great when she looked at what was really behind the door.

It was obvious that the blows had woken the man, so when he looked directly at her he had already put a finger to his mouth to tell her to keep quiet. The girl noticed that there was a bundle curled up next to him, holding him firmly and with its head buried in the crook of his neck, but she opened her eyes widely when she recognized the pattern of the pants that was under the sheet.

At least the problem of your whereabouts had been solved.

"Is…?"

“Yes, but she's asleep,” Willy responded quickly, whispering, “Be good and let her rest, okay? There is still a little while before the laundry opens.”

She nodded, confused and surprised, and waved goodbye to him, closing the door carefully. Noodle smiled to herself as she returned to her room, while she thought that, with any luck, from now on it would be someone else who would have to share the bed with you.

#wonka 2023 #willy wonka x reader #wonka x reader #wonka movie #timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee x reader #willy wonka #roald dahl #wonka fanfic #willy wonka 2023 #wonka fanfiction #wonka x fem reader

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rhenuvee · 8 months ago

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Pretty Privilege [Alhaitham x reader]

A/N: not Alhaitham managing to sneak his way into my drafts for a third time, reader is from Kshahrewar, lovesick!Alhaitham (Alhaitham's a jerk to everyone but you, might be ooc), lowkey could connect to my other Alhaitham fics

Warnings: drinking mentioned but not alcohol, reader gets a little emotional if you squint (not used to affection)

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Your boyfriend Alhaitham was... something else. You were new to the whole relationship thing, so adjusting to the dating life was something you had to get used to. What you still couldn't fathom were the "perks" Alhaitham has granted you, as his partner.

"Alhaitham, what is this?"

His roommate Kaveh stood with his arms crossed, looking at the scene before him: You were sitting on the couch, meticulously making your model of your project due soon. It was clear from your eyes that sleep wanted to overtake you, but of course you couldn't give in. But the worst part was Alhaitham, who was sitting next to you- though it was more like behind you by the way he rested his chin on your shoulder.

Kaveh is all for supporting your relationship, and on a normal day he'd treat you guys like friends (he'd never say that to Alhaitham). But in this situation, there was something particular irritating.

"...what do you mean." Alhaitham asks in a bored manner.

"It is almost midnight and you're still up."

"So?"

"So, you're usually asleep by at least two hours ago."

"And?"

"...You- You'd usually complain about something like this! How many times have you bashed me for working on my projects this late, and now you're here with (y/n) staying up! Nothing against you (y/n), you know I'd understand." Kaveh adds in the last part quickly, seeing as his complaint might seem directed towards the wrong person.

"All good." You reply robotically, yawning right after.

"Remember what you said a few weeks ago about the lows of Kshahrewar? I sure hope you have something to explain that and the spot you're in right now, particularly taking back what you said."

"Mhm, Kshahrewar is the best darshan..." Alhaitham mumbles halfheartedly in a monotone voice, almost nuzzling his head closer into your neck.

"...Somehow I don't feel satisfied with that." Kaveh sighs, arms loosening from their crossed position. It was clear that the Scribe didn't actually mean it, or at least was occupied with other things that made his answer seem insincere. The architect leaves, not finding any solution to the issue.

However, the obvious bias doesn't end here. Something similar happened the next week, except the victim wasn't Kaveh (for once). You were waiting in line at a restaurant near the Akademiya.

It sure gets busy during lunch time... You think. And even busier because of the special gift they were giving away…

"(Y/n)." A familiar voice calls to you. You look up from your daze and realize it's your boyfriend.

"Alhaitham, what are you doing here?" Suddenly, you start to feel pairs of eyes drift to your conversation.

"More like what are you doing here." He replies sharply. You internally giggle at your boyfriend's sassiness, but don't fault him because there is an abnormally long line this time.

"Well... they're giving away a free TCG card with their new sandwich." You say shyly. You feel a sigh coming from him for lining up for a little thing, but...

"Why don't you just ask the owner? I know him." He replies.

"...What do you mean, ask the owner? You mean just go up to the front?" You ask.

"Yes."

"-Alhaitham. I can't just do that, I can't cut in line." You stammer. You can't believe your boyfriend would actually condone this type of behaviour. He shrugs and walks off. You huff, thinking how sometimes you can't read him.

A few minutes later, you see him walk back with... a sandwich and TCG card in hand.

"Alhaitham." You cross your arms and look right at him. However, of course it doesn't intimidate him, as he just stares right back with the same deadpan eyes.

"Yes?"

You walk out of line, quickly pushing him until you both reach a less crowded area. Because you're behind him trying to shove him by his stupidly large torso, he secretly smiles at how cute you are, trying to take control of the situation and how you puff your cheeks out because of it.

"Alhaitham, you did not just go to the front and ask for the sandwich." You say, starting to scold him.

"I got the card too." He says, waving it. You tsk, snatching the sandwich and card out of his hand. He snorts at your slight frustration in his literalness.

"Alhaitham, you didn't have to. I could have waited in line like a normal person." You pout, trying to make him see the bad sides of his actions.

"The owner would have kept one for me anyway. And I wouldn't let you stand outside for so long. Especially with how heavy your bag is- don’t Kshahrewar students carry bricks?" He explains, sitting down on the stone.

"That's not really the problem..." You say, even though that last part was quite true. "Even though the owner kept one aside, the people in line who saw that would have felt really mad at you for cutting."

"Why should I care about what they think?"

"Alhaitham!" Sometimes you hate how quick and blunt his responses are. You sigh again. By now you already knew about your boyfriend's habits and how straightforward he thinks- and most of the time he is right. At least you know he had good intentions.

"Don't do it again, please?" You say, sitting and putting your hands on his chest. "At least not without asking me first."

"Okay, fine." He's willing to make compromises, especially when you look at him so dearly. You eat your sandwich in peace, giving Alhaitham a few bites here and there, and talk about things that happened today.

Buuttttt, it still doesn't end there. A couple months later, the semester ends and you decide to go out and have drinks with your friends. Alhaitham also mentioned he was going to be there with his friends, but he'd be at another table. It's a win-win, plus it's good to have him there for safety.

"And then, he just brushed everyone off! So I don't think I'd ever have a chance with him." Your friend says sadly.

"I don't think anyone has a chance with him." Another chimes in. You and your friends laugh at the wittiness, happy to be enjoying each others presence after a long semester of working and studying.

"I've seen him carry an anemo vision." You say from passing by him a few times.

"I've seen that too!" Your friend remarks, and the rest nod along. "He's probably very strong."

"I hope you guys have been enjoying your night!" A waiter says as he comes to the table. "Here are your bills."

The waiter hands your friends their bills, but doesn't hand you one.

"Excuse me! You didn't give me mine." You say quickly, before he leaves again.

"Oh! Your boyfriend has already paid for yours." The waiter says, pointing to his table, then heading off. Your friends coo at how sweet you guys were, and suddenly you have a sense of deja vu. After your friends pay their bills for the night, you immediately walk over to Alhaitham's table.

"Alhaitham."

"Yes?" Once again, you're hating how deadpan he sounds when you know he knows what you're about to say.

"You didn't have to."

"I did." You frown again.

"I'll be outside, saying bye to my friends." You say after sighing. Alhaitham nods, and his friends can only smile when they see another occurrence of him spoiling you.

"Why is it that (y/n) gets much better treatment from Alhaitham, yet also doesn't approve of it?" It's Kaveh's turn to pout now.

"I think it's more of 'acceptance' for them, and let's be honest I'd have a hard time accepting kindness from Alhaitham." Cyno says matter-of-factly. Tighnari's ears perk up at Cyno's blunt yet witty remark, while Kaveh can only grumble in agreement. Alhaitham, surprisingly has a small smirk on his face despite the little jab from Cyno. Kaveh's frown deepens.

"I need another drink." Kaveh crosses his arms. Tighnari and Cyno look at each other confused.

Alhaitham abruptly bids his goodbyes, walking off with a satisfied smile. He joins you and catches up, hearing that you've just said goodbye to your friends as well. After a few minutes of walking, Alhaitham breaks the silence.

"The boys think I've been treating you a lot better than them." He says. You turn and look at your boyfriend, a little surprised that he's starting the conversation this time. Usually when you have time alone, you're the one who starts talking. But you close your eyes and smile, taking this as a sign that he's had a good time- even if he won't admit it.

"It's because you do." You say. You’re surprised he brought this up. You're aware of Alhaitham spoiling you since your relationship started, and it has pushed you into a realm of affection you didn't know of. It's still hard to grasp for you, since it is your first relationship, and he makes you happy.

"Is there a problem with it?" He asks.

"...no." You say shyly. The question he asks has a bit more of a unsure 'no' for an answer than you say, but Alhaitham seems to catch on. "It's just hard to get used to."

"Hard to get used to? You deserve it though." Alhaitham says. And you almost want to cry the way you know he's being genuine, but the words feel foreign to you. He senses your emotions, and brings you to a stop, just a few steps away from his house.

"Alhaitham..." You can barely croak out a sentence. He gives you a soft kiss on your forehead, running his fingers near the spot, soothing you.

"And besides, what they don't know is that I do treat everyone fairly. Including you." He says. You cock your head in confusion. His statement sounds normal, but you can't help but think he means otherwise. "Remember your overdue library book? I did hold you accountable that time."

You quirk your head in confusion. You do remember that, and how panicked you were when you realized after he pointed it out. But you were certain he did not hold you accountable, which was terrible especially with his role in the Akademiya now.

"No you didn't." You remark.

"I did. I told you to give me a kiss."

"Wh- a kiss is a romantic thing, not transactional! You mean to tell me that was conpensation?" You sputter in disbelief. He nods, and you can't stay mad to him. "Alhaitham, you're so mushy-"

"I agree. Add insufferable to that as well." A voice interrupts. Your head snaps to the source, which is of course a mopey looking Kaveh. "Also remind me next time, to walk twenty meters behind you guys instead, when walking home."

You open your mouth to say something, but end up staying silent when you watch Kaveh drag himself inside your shared home. You frown, and Alhaitham looks at you, knowing what you're thinking- the same you've thought several times by now.

"Do not." He says abruptly.

"I will buy Kaveh a cake." You say, not paying attention to your boyfriend. You were aware of their bickering, but a lot of times you can’t help but feel bad for Kaveh. Since you’re in the mix now, you feel partially responsible for the privilege you get from Alhaitham- even on his good side, it’s hard to watch others get ignored by him.

"No."

"And a coffee."

"No."

"Yes." You childishly protest against your boyfriend’s lack of empathy (which he does on purpose) towards who’s supposed to be, his best friend. “Tomorrow I will go buy him a cake and a coffee.”

“He can get his own cake and coffee.” He says sarcastically.

“Yes, but I’m sure it’ll make him much happier if he received it as a gift.” You explain.

“You don’t have to.” Alhaitham says, this time with a little bit of softness. You smile, recognizing his efforts to try and persuade you because you know he doesn’t understand why you care about these things. But this time, you won’t waver.

“But I will.” You retort, walking towards the entrance and grabbing the doorknob. “Besides, you said you hold me accountable, won’t you?”

Alhaitham smirks at your cheekiness as you sway your hips when you walk to leave him standing by himself, a satisfied look on your face after referencing the past conversation. He sighs and shakes his head, thinking of how bold you’ve become. He likes it.

“Of course I will.”

──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────

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She's Mine {JB9}

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Warnings: Heavy Flirting & Tension, Joe Being Down Horrendous, Mild Language, Slight Possessiveness

Themes: Push & Pull Romance, Reader loves teasing Joe, They're in love your honour.

WC: 10.8k

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A/N: I apologise if this sucks, I had so many ideas so I just said screw it and combined them. Also yes there's some similar elements like Red Zone idk I just like Joe like this for some reason, sue me😅

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It had been nearly two years since Joe and Y/N started dating, and the relationship had changed both of them in ways they hadn’t anticipated. What started as a flirty encounter at a charity event had quickly evolved into something deeper, more complicated, and more real than either of them had expected.

Y/N stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the strap of her dress and smoothing out the fabric. She liked how she looked tonight—sleek, confident, and undeniably herself. But she also couldn’t deny the fluttering in her chest when she thought about Joe. He had a way of making her feel seen, even when she wasn’t sure if she fully understood herself.

Joe had never been with a Black woman before, and despite the constant hum of media attention around them, he never treated her any differently than any other person. But Y/N could sense that, for him, she was an entry into a new world, one that he hadn’t fully explored until they met. It wasn’t that he was uncomfortable with her culture—far from it. It was just that sometimes, she could see the questions in his eyes. He was learning, too, and though he was often quiet about it, Y/N knew he was just as introspective as she was. Their love was still new, and they were still figuring out how to navigate their differences in ways that felt right for both of them.

"Are you ready, baby?" Joe's voice called out from the other side of the apartment, deep and warm, like it always was when he was close.

Y/N’s lips curved into a smile, and she turned toward the doorway. “Just about. You know how I am—always taking forever.”

Joe leaned against the doorframe, wearing a perfectly tailored suit that fit his broad shoulders just right. He looked good, too good, in that effortlessly cool, "I don’t have to try this hard" way. But his eyes softened when they met hers, a flicker of admiration dancing behind the usual quiet confidence.

“You always look perfect,” he said, his tone so casual, but his eyes held the weight of his words.

Y/N shrugged but felt the warmth spread across her cheeks. “Thanks. But I know you’re just saying that because I’m your girlfriend.”

He smirked, pushing off the door frame and walking toward her. His hand brushed hers as he took a step closer, and despite their routine, she still felt that electric spark every time. "Well, that’s true. But it’s also because it’s the truth." His eyes flickered down to the necklace she was wearing—a delicate gold piece he had bought her for their one-year anniversary. It was simple but thoughtful, just like him.

Y/N smiled, appreciating the way he always made her feel special, even in the smallest of moments. “How’s your wrist?” she asked, noticing the slight tension in his jaw as he reached for his tie.

Joe sighed, rubbing his temple. “Still sore. It’s been a long week of practice. But nothing I can’t handle.”

Y/N’s brow furrowed. She’d been with Joe long enough to know when he was trying to downplay something. “Joe... if you’re hurt, you need to take care of yourself. You’re not invincible.”

He smiled softly at her, but there was a flicker of stubbornness in his eyes. “I’m fine. I can handle it. It’s just a little tension from all the snaps, you know?” He reached for the tie again, and Y/N didn’t miss the way his fingers lingered on the fabric, betraying the tension in his body. She didn’t want to push him, but sometimes she wished he would let his guard down just a little more.

“I still worry about you,” she said softly. “But I’m not going to nag. I’ll just keep making you food that’s good for you.”

Joe chuckled, his usual smirk appearing. “You really think you can fix me with a plate of food?”

“It’s worth a shot,” she replied with a wink. “You’ll feel better with some of my chicken and greens. Trust me.”

Joe laughed again, the sound rich and genuine, and for a moment, Y/N felt her heart soften. She had learned more about him in the past two years than she ever thought possible. He was the first white man she’d ever seriously been with, and the first person she had allowed to get close enough to see both the beauty and the burden of her life. Being the first Black woman Joe had ever dated added a layer of complexity they both had to navigate, but it was one they were both determined to face together.

They had talked about the difference in their experiences in the world, the subtle ways race played into how people viewed them. Joe had never been naïve about the fact that dating Y/N was new for him in many ways. But there was never a moment where he treated her differently—except for the obvious, which was that he cherished her in a way that felt like he was learning to love her culture as much as he loved her.

"Do you ever think about how different we are?" Y/N asked suddenly, leaning against the kitchen counter. “I mean, in terms of where we come from, the things we’ve experienced?”

Joe stopped adjusting his tie, his eyes locking onto hers. There was no hesitancy in his expression, only thoughtfulness. “All the time,” he admitted. “I’ve learned so much from you in ways I didn’t even know I needed. About the way people see you, the way the world works for you. It’s... it’s opened my eyes.”

Y/N nodded, her chest tightening a little. They hadn’t had this kind of conversation in a while, not because they avoided it, but because they both carried it in their hearts in different ways.

“I’m grateful for that,” she said quietly. “But, sometimes, I wonder if it’s hard for you. Dating me. Knowing I’m the first Black woman you’ve ever been with. I know it’s not just about race, but it matters, Joe. It’s a lot to take in.”

Joe’s expression softened, and without saying anything, he reached for her hand, pulling her gently into his chest. “Y/N, it’s not hard for me. It’s just part of the learning curve, you know? And I’m lucky to be on this journey with you. You make me want to be better. For you, for us. You don’t have to explain anything to me.”

Y/N melted into his embrace, feeling the sincerity in his words. “I just want you to know what you’re getting into,” she whispered. “It’s not just about me being your girlfriend—it’s about all the little things. The things I’ve had to grow up with, the things I’ve learned to navigate.”

“I know,” Joe murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “But it’s also about us. And I want to learn with you, not just about you.”

For a moment, they stood there in silence, holding each other, letting the weight of their two years together settle between them. Y/N had always known Joe was different, that there was something in him that was unlike anyone else. But the longer they were together, the more she saw how much he was growing, how he was changing for the better. And maybe that was why she was willing to keep pushing through the difficult conversations, through the challenges of navigating a relationship that was as beautiful as it was complicated.

After all, their differences didn’t tear them apart. They only made them stronger.

Finally, Joe pulled back slightly, his eyes glimmering with mischief. "So... do I get my greens and chicken tonight, or are you just gonna keep holding out on me?"

Y/N laughed, feeling the tension ease between them as she leaned up and kissed his cheek. "You’re lucky I’m not holding out. Let’s get you fed, QB1."

Joe grinned, his usual swagger returning. “Best decision you’ll make all night.”

The laughter from their conversation faded, but the heat between them didn’t. If anything, it only intensified. Joe’s fingers still lingered on Y/N’s wrist as he pulled away from their hug, and she caught the flicker of desire in his eyes. The tension between them was palpable, crackling in the air like static electricity.

Y/N wasn’t about to let him get away with playing it cool, though. She noticed the way his gaze dropped to her lips for just a second longer than necessary. It was almost like he was waiting for her to make the first move.

She leaned back slightly, teasing the edges of her voice. “You really think you’re getting away with that chicken tonight, huh?”

Joe’s eyes narrowed, his lips quirking up at the corners in a mischievous smile. "It’s not just the chicken I’m after," he muttered under his breath, the weight of his words hanging heavy between them.

Y/N tilted her head, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. “Oh? What else do you want?”

Joe took a half step forward, closing the gap between them, and there it was—the unmistakable pull between them. The way his presence seemed to take up all the space, filling her senses until there was nothing else. His eyes darkened, his voice low as he looked down at her, "You know exactly what I want."

The way he said it, so blunt and raw, made her heart race. But instead of backing down, Y/N matched his intensity, her chin tilting up defiantly. “Yeah? You think you can handle me tonight, Joe? You’re in for more than just a good meal if you’re not careful.”

Joe’s hand brushed the side of her face as he tilted his head, his thumb running over her jawline like he was savoring the moment. His touch was so soft, so tender, that it made the sudden heat that rushed through her feel like a burn. “You have no idea what I can handle, Y/N,” he muttered, the words almost a challenge.

Y/N’s lips parted as her breath hitched, caught somewhere between temptation and control. “Maybe you should show me, then,” she whispered back, a daring little tease in her voice. Her fingers grazed the front of his shirt, brushing the buttons like she was trying to make him lose his composure.

But as soon as she touched him, Joe seemed to snap, his hands suddenly on her waist, pulling her closer with an urgency that surprised her. His lips were just inches from hers, but he paused, his eyes searching hers for a moment. “You’re playing with fire, Y/N,” he growled, his voice thick with desire and warning.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. She could feel the intensity building, a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins. “Maybe I like the burn,” she teased, leaning in as if to kiss him—but then pulling back at the last second, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Joe cursed under his breath, his hands tightening around her waist, pulling her flush against him so that she could feel the heat of his body. "You're killing me, you know that?"

Y/N’s smile deepened. "I haven’t even started yet."

The playful tension between them was electric, but there was an underlying intensity that both of them had come to expect. Y/N was used to his confidence, but tonight, there was something about Joe’s demeanor that made her feel like he was just on the edge of losing control—and the idea of that, of him giving in to her completely, stirred something in her she couldn’t ignore.

Joe’s grip on her waist tightened, his fingers digging into her skin with just a hint of possessiveness. "You’re not gonna make me wait forever, are you?" His words were almost a warning now, a hint of frustration seeping through.

Y/N’s smile softened, but she wasn’t ready to give in. Not yet. “Maybe I will. You don’t get to control everything, Joe."

The sharpness in her voice made his chest tighten. He hated the push and pull, but he couldn’t deny that it excited him. There was something about her—about the way she made him feel out of control, something he hadn’t experienced before. Usually, he was the one in charge, the one everyone turned to for answers. But with Y/N? It was different. And damn if it didn’t drive him wild.

"You think I’m the one who needs to be in charge?" Joe said with a dark chuckle, leaning his forehead against hers for just a second. "You have no idea, do you? You have me twisted in ways you don’t even know."

Y/N’s lips brushed his ear as she leaned in, just a whisper. "That’s the problem, Joe. You think you’re in charge. But you’re just playing catch-up."

For a moment, Joe didn’t know whether to pull her closer or push her away. The pull between them was so strong, he could hardly breathe. "You think I’m playing?" he breathed, his hands skimming over her sides, holding her as if he couldn’t get enough. "I’m not the one playing games here. You’re the one making me lose control. Don’t act like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing to me."

Y/N’s eyes sparkled with mischief, and she let out a little laugh that only made Joe’s grip on her tighten. The sound of it, that soft but teasing laugh, was like a match to his already burning desire. She knew exactly what she was doing—and damn if it wasn’t driving him crazy.

"You really think you're the one in control here, huh?" Y/N teased, her fingers gently tracing the edge of his jaw. Her touch was light, almost deliberately so, and it only made Joe ache for more. She could feel his pulse racing under her fingertips, the tension between them thickening with every second.

Joe’s breath hitched. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep his composure with her this close, her lips practically begging him to kiss her again, her body pressed up against his in a way that felt like fire and ice all at once. But he couldn’t back down. Not now.

“No, I don’t think I’m in control,” Joe murmured, his voice rough. His hands slid lower along her waist, pulling her even closer so there was no more space between them. “I know I’m not in control. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to fight for it.”

Y/N arched an eyebrow, clearly amused by his admission. “Fight for it?” she repeated, her lips curling into a seductive smile. "You’ve already lost, Joe. You’re way behind, and you’re still trying to catch up.”

Joe chuckled, a low sound that vibrated against her ear. His hands tightened on her hips as if to claim her, his lips grazing the edge of her earlobe. “You think you’ve won? You think I’m just going to let you walk away with the upper hand?” His words were laced with the kind of challenge that sent a thrill through both of them. "That’s cute."

Y/N’s smile faltered for just a second, a flicker of something dangerous sparking in her eyes. She wasn’t used to backing down, not from anyone, especially not from Joe. But there was something in his presence tonight, something possessive and all-consuming, that made her wonder if maybe, just maybe, he was right about this tug-of-war between them.

“You really think you can turn this around?” she asked, voice almost a dare. Her fingers found the collar of his shirt, pulling him down just a little closer, her breath warm against his skin. “Prove it.”

Joe felt his resolve slip. The playful tension was still there, but now there was something deeper, a shift from flirtation to something that could easily cross into something darker, more primal. “Don’t tempt me, Y/N,” he growled, his lips brushing over her neck. He wasn’t even sure if he meant it as a warning or a challenge anymore.

And then it happened. In one swift move, Joe leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was far from tender. This time, there was no hesitation, no games. He kissed her as though he had nothing left to lose, his hands gripping her with a mix of desperation and possessiveness that made Y/N gasp into the kiss.

For a moment, she let herself be swept away, her hands tangling in his hair, matching his intensity. But just as quickly as the kiss started, she pulled away, her lips lingering just out of reach, her eyes flashing with mischief.

“See?” Y/N whispered, breathless from the kiss. “You’re always a step behind, Joe.”

The teasing tone in her voice was the last straw. Joe’s jaw clenched as he grabbed her by the waist and spun her around, pinning her against the wall with surprising force. Her breath hitched as her back collided with the cool surface, but the fire in her eyes only spurred him on. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke in a low, almost dangerous tone.

“Don’t push me too far, Y/N,” he warned, his voice thick with desire. “You think I’m playing, but you have no idea what I’m capable of when I’m this close to losing it.”

Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest as she looked up at him, the powerful intensity in his eyes sending a shiver down her spine. “I’m not afraid of you,” she said, her voice steady even though her pulse was racing. “Not at all.”

Joe’s lips curled into a grin, but there was something darker in it now, something possessive. “You should be,” he said, before capturing her lips again in a kiss that was rougher this time, more demanding, as though he was claiming her in every way possible. His hands moved over her body, a touch that was both gentle and forceful at the same time, as if he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to cherish her or lose himself completely in her.

Y/N’s fingers dug into his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing him just as much as he needed her. The mix of their bodies, the pull between them, was intoxicating.

But then, as quickly as it had started, Joe pulled back again, his forehead resting against hers, their breaths mingling as they both tried to regain control. His hands were still on her, gripping her firmly, but there was a softness to the way he held her now, a vulnerability he didn’t show often.

“You think I’m losing, huh?” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m not the one who’s gonna give in first, Y/N.”

Y/N’s chest rose and fell with each breath, her lips tingling from his kisses. “Maybe you won’t give in,” she said, her voice low and teasing, “but you sure as hell are going to work for it.”

Joe’s grip on her tightened, a low growl escaping his throat as the push and pull of their relationship continued to blur the line between control and surrender. “If I have to work for it,” he whispered, his voice dark, “then I’ll make sure you never forget who’s in charge.”

—

Joe had never been in a relationship like this before. Sure, he’d had flings. The casual dates, the one-night stands, even a few steady things here and there. But nothing like this. Nothing that could even compare to the way Y/N made him feel. It wasn’t just about the sex—the way she had him on edge, unable to think straight when she was near—it was the depth of everything she brought to his life. The way her presence grounded him, but also made him crave the chaos she brought.

But Y/N? She wasn’t like the other women he’d dated. She wasn’t trying to fit herself into some idea of what he wanted. She was unapologetically herself. And even though Joe had never dated a black woman before, he was more than okay with it. Y/N wasn’t just beautiful. She was real. She brought a different energy, a new perspective into his life, and she was everything he didn’t know he needed.

Still, that didn’t mean he didn’t feel in over his head sometimes.

Joe stood by the window in his office, looking out over the city. He hadn’t meant to be standing there in silence, but his mind was racing. He kept thinking about how far they’d come. About the late nights, the quiet moments, the arguments and apologies, and of course, the pleasure. God, Y/N had a way of getting under his skin. But she also had this way of making him feel like he was the only one who mattered to her.

As if on cue, there was a soft knock on the door. His heart fluttered, and for a second, he was caught off guard. He hadn’t even realized he was waiting for her.

“Come in,” he called, his voice smoother than he expected.

The door opened, and Y/N stepped in, her presence filling the room instantly. She was wearing an oversized sweater that hung off her shoulders just right, and those damn jeans that hugged her in all the right places. Joe's pulse quickened, his hands instinctively tightening around the edge of the window frame.

Y/N noticed, of course. She always noticed.

"What's got you so distracted?" she asked, her voice a mix of teasing and concern. Her brown eyes glinted with that signature mischief, but there was something deeper there too. The way she always seemed to look at him, like she was figuring him out with every passing moment.

Joe chuckled, but it was a little breathless. "Just thinking, that's all."

She raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Thinking about me?" she asked, her tone teasing, yet a bit more serious than she probably meant.

Joe met her gaze, unable to hide the intensity in his ocean eyes. “Of course. Always thinking about you.”

The words left his mouth before he could stop them, but the moment they did, he realized just how true they were. Y/N was always on his mind, even when she wasn’t with him. He’d never been someone who got caught up before. Never someone who let himself fall so hard for someone else, but with Y/N? It was impossible to hold back.

Y/N walked toward him, taking slow, deliberate steps that sent a spark of desire straight through him. She stopped just a few inches from him, looking up at him through those dark, knowing eyes. She was so close now, he could feel the warmth of her body, the sweet scent of her perfume mixing with the air between them.

“You know,” she began, her voice low, “for someone who claims to have it all figured out, you sure don’t seem very confident tonight.”

Joe swallowed, unable to tear his gaze away from her lips. God, she was doing it again. Throwing him off balance, just enough to make him want more.

“I’m confident,” he muttered, his hand brushing against hers, the touch almost accidental but still enough to send a jolt of electricity through him. “Just... a little distracted by the most beautiful woman in the room.”

Y/N's lips twitched into a smile, but there was a glimmer of something softer in her eyes. Something that told Joe she could see right through him. She knew what she did to him.

“You’re not the only one who's distracted, Joe,” she whispered, stepping closer still until her chest was almost touching his. "It's cute how you pretend like you're not down horrendous for me."

He smirked, though it was shaky, unsure. “I’m not pretending. I just...” He hesitated, his voice lowering. “You’ve had me from the beginning, Y/N. You know that.”

Y/N reached up, her fingers grazing the side of his face as she let the silence stretch between them. Joe’s heart was beating too fast, his breath shallow as her touch seemed to burn him. It wasn’t a flirtation anymore; it was something heavier, something deeper.

She looked up at him with that same mixture of challenge and vulnerability. “Then why haven’t you kissed me tonight yet?”

Joe didn’t even think—he leaned down, his lips crashing into hers with a hunger that had been building between them for what felt like forever. He didn’t care about the world outside. In this moment, there was only her—the way she tasted, the way she responded to him, her body pressing into his like she was trying to absorb him.

But just as quickly as she had kissed him, she pulled away, her lips curling into that playful smile again. "You really think that was going to be that easy, huh?"

His chest was rising and falling with each breath, his mind in a fog as he tried to process what just happened. “God, Y/N. You’re killing me.”

Y/N’s hands slid up his chest, fingers pressing into the fabric of his shirt as she deepened the kiss, her body leaning into his as though she couldn’t get close enough. Joe’s heart was pounding, his pulse a frantic rhythm in his ears. She made him feel like he was on the edge of something he couldn’t pull back from, and every part of him—his mind, his body, his soul—was screaming for more.

But just when Joe thought he had her, just when he thought he could finally take control of this burning attraction between them, Y/N pulled back, her lips leaving his in a slow, deliberate drag that had him groaning in frustration. Her breath was shallow, her eyes heavy with something both tender and dangerous.

"You’re getting too comfortable, Joe," she whispered, her voice teasing but with an edge. "You really think I’m just gonna let you have me this easily?"

Joe’s chest was rising and falling with every breath, his entire body tense. Damn, she was good at this. She knew exactly how to make him feel like he was on the edge of losing control without actually giving in. It made his head spin and his heart race.

"I don’t know, Y/N," he said, his voice low and rough. "But I sure as hell think you’re making it harder to hold back."

Her smile was wicked, and there was that playful glint in her eyes again—like she was daring him to chase her, to prove just how far he was willing to go. He couldn’t tell if she was pulling away on purpose, to test his patience or to test them, but he hated it. He hated not knowing if she was teasing him, or if she was actually trying to push him away.

"Maybe I like making you work for it," she replied, her tone sultry, her fingers trailing across the fabric of his shirt before resting on his collarbone. The subtle pressure sent a shockwave of heat through his body.

Joe shook his head, his hands gripping her waist, pulling her closer as his eyes darkened with intensity. "You’re playing with fire, Y/N," he growled. His voice was low, dangerous, and there was something almost possessive in the way he held her—something that he couldn’t deny, something that had been building for months.

"Am I?" she asked, cocking her head, that ever-present challenge dancing behind her eyes. "I think you like it."

Joe leaned down, his lips grazing her ear. "You have no idea how much," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. His fingers tightened on her waist, almost as if trying to hold her in place, as if he couldn’t let her slip away again.

Y/N chuckled softly, the sound of it like music to his ears, even though it was teasing and full of mischief. "You’re funny, Joe," she said, pulling away just enough to look up at him, her hand resting on his chest. "You act like you're the only one in control here. Like you’re the only one who can make moves."

Joe was breathless. "You know I’m not the only one," he said, his lips brushing hers again in a brief, heated kiss. He was so close to breaking. So close to giving in to this tension that had been building between them for what felt like forever.

"But you sure do like pretending," Y/N teased, a smile tugging at her lips. She gave him that look again—the one that made his heart race and his thoughts scatter. It was a look that said she knew just how much power she had over him. And damn, if that didn’t make him fall for her all over again.

Joe let out a frustrated sigh, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "God, you’re killing me, Y/N." His voice was rough with longing, his body leaning into hers, his breath coming faster with each passing second. He wanted to kiss her, to take this further, but there was something about the way she held back that kept him in check.

She reached up, her fingers brushing against his jaw, her touch soft, almost teasing. “Then don’t wait for me, Joe,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. “Take what you want.”

Y/N’s touch lingered on Joe’s skin, sending electric sparks across his chest. He’d never quite felt this way before. She was different—beautiful in a way that felt so familiar, so raw. But there was something else in the air between them now, something that made his chest tighten, his breath catch.

Joe’s heart slammed in his chest. He knew what was coming. Hell, he had been waiting for it, but now that it was here, he found himself caught between the urge to kiss her senseless and the need to figure out why he felt like he was failing her in some way.

His hands rested at his sides, the tension thick between them. “You think I’m scared?” he muttered, his voice rough with frustration. “You’ve been making me work for this—for you.”

Y/N’s eyes softened, and she reached up, her fingers grazing the side of his face again. “Scared? Nah. Just... you don’t seem like the type of guy to let anyone get under your skin. But with me? I think I’m doing just that.”

The words hit him like a punch. He wasn’t scared of her—hell, he wasn’t even sure what scared felt like anymore. But there was this weight to her, this intensity. The way she carried herself. And the deeper he got into this with her, the more he was realizing just how much he had underestimated her, and how much he needed her in a way he’d never felt before.

“I’m not scared,” he muttered, a half-laugh escaping his lips, but it sounded more like a sigh. “You’re just…” He paused, struggling to find the words. “You’re not like anyone I’ve ever been with.”

Y/N tilted her head, studying him with those dark eyes that seemed to see right through him. She wasn’t just teasing anymore. This wasn’t playful. This was real. She was real.

“Not like anyone? Is it because I’m... different?” Her voice was low, almost too casual, but Joe heard the subtle vulnerability beneath it. “Because I’m Black?”

Her words hit him in a way he didn’t expect. His mind whirled as he stared at her, realizing just how much he hadn’t considered. He’d never dated a woman like Y/N. Hell, he hadn’t even considered the idea that his feelings for her would bring him face-to-face with things he’d never had to think about before—things that were buried deep under the surface. The idea that he wasn’t just falling for her, but for everything she represented, terrified him.

His chest tightened at her question, because it was the kind of thing he had been avoiding even thinking about. He’d never dated a woman like Y/N before. Never been with someone who not only challenged his perceptions but also made him feel this level of unsettled in a way that he couldn’t even put into words.

“You know,” he started, his voice unsteady. “You’re the first Black woman I’ve ever dated. And I—I didn’t even realize how different that was until I started... really thinking about it.”

Y/N’s gaze softened, a quiet understanding passing between them. She wasn’t surprised. Joe knew she’d seen this coming. But her reaction still felt like a weight off his chest. She didn’t make him feel stupid for saying it, for realizing something he hadn’t thought about before.

“I get it,” she said gently, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re not the first guy to have that realization. It’s okay to feel... whatever you’re feeling.”

But that wasn’t the thing that had been weighing on Joe’s mind. It was deeper than just dating someone from a different background. It was about how much she made him question himself, made him confront things he didn’t even know were there. How freaking terrified he was of messing this up.

“I don’t want to screw this up,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I never thought I’d end up with someone like you, Y/N. You make me feel things I’ve never felt before.”

Y/N’s expression softened, and she reached up to cup his face in her hands. “What do you mean, someone like me?”

Joe’s breath hitched, and he felt a tightness in his chest. “Someone who... challenges me. Who makes me see the world differently. Someone who’s not afraid to call me out. But also someone who makes me feel like I don’t know enough, like... like I’ve been missing out on a whole world I didn’t even know was there.”

Y/N gave him a faint, understanding smile. “You’re not the first white guy I’ve dated who feels like that. But, Joe... you don’t need to apologize for it. I don’t need you to have all the answers. I just need you to be you.”

Joe closed his eyes, leaning into her touch, his chest rising and falling as he took a shaky breath. “You’re so much more than I expected. And I’m... so far in my head about everything, I don’t even know what I’m doing. But I need you to know how much I care. How much I... want you.”

Her fingers trailed down his neck, and she tilted her head, studying him carefully. “I know, Joe. I feel it too. But you’re going to have to stop overthinking it. I’m not some prize you have to win. You don’t need to prove yourself to me. Just be with me.”

Joe’s pulse hammered in his ears. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to pull her into him and never let go, but this... this was different. He had to be real with her. This wasn’t just a game, or some fling. He knew that now.

“Y/N...” He shook his head, frustrated with himself. “I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t know how to make you understand how much this means to me. You’re my first everything like this.”

She looked at him, the corners of her lips lifting in a knowing smile. “I know, Joe. And I’m not looking for perfection. I’m looking for real. And right now, I’m here. I’m with you. And that’s enough for me.”

He leaned his forehead against hers, taking in her words, trying to calm the whirlwind inside his chest. This was real. Y/N wasn’t asking for him to have all the answers. She wasn’t asking for perfection. She was asking for him to show up.

And for the first time in a long while, Joe felt like he could do that. He could be himself with her. All of him. Even the parts that terrified him.

“I’m down horrendous for you,” Joe admitted, his voice rough and full of raw honesty. “I’ve never been like this with anyone before. You’ve got me tangled up in you. In us.”

Y/N smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Good. You’re exactly where I need you to be.”

And in that moment, Joe knew it wasn’t just the feeling of being “down horrendous” that mattered. It was the fact that he was letting himself fall—for her, for this connection. And for the first time, he wasn’t scared of the drop.

–

Joe leaned against the kitchen counter, looking like he was trying his hardest to act casual, but Y/N could see right through him. He was completely down horrendous. She had that effect on him, and they both knew it.

"You know," she said, sliding the last slice of pizza onto her plate, her eyes glinting with playful mischief. "You keep looking at me like that, Joe. People might start thinking you’re in love with me or something."

Joe scoffed, but there was no mistaking the slight pink flush creeping up his neck. He was definitely flustered, despite how hard he tried to hide it. "I don’t know what you’re talking about," he muttered, trying to shift his attention to the game on TV, but his eyes kept darting back to her. Of course she caught it.

Y/N leaned in just a little closer, letting the tension between them simmer. "You sure about that? Because you’re looking at me like you’re about to do something… wild."

"Stop," he warned, his voice rougher than he intended, the kind of warning that was more an invitation than anything else. His gaze was locked onto her lips now, and she smirked.

"Make me," she challenged, arching an eyebrow.

Joe's breath hitched. This was it—every damn time she got this close, he could feel that pull. The push and pull between them had been relentless ever since they started dating nearly two years ago. But it wasn’t just the attraction; it was the way she was different—the first Black woman he’d ever dated, and the one who made him question every idea he had about what he was looking for in a partner.

Y/N wasn’t like anyone he had dated before. She didn’t play by his usual rules, didn’t fawn over his fame or football career. She challenged him. She forced him to confront parts of himself that he didn’t even know existed—things about race, identity, culture, and connection that he hadn’t thought about before he met her.

She was unapologetically confident, bold, and there was something about the way she held herself that made Joe feel like he was constantly on edge, wanting more but not entirely sure how to navigate it.

"I’m serious," he said, his voice softer now, almost like he was trying to regain control. "You’re killing me with that look."

Y/N’s eyes softened, but only for a second. Then, as if she couldn't help herself, she leaned in just a fraction closer. "I’m not doing anything. You're just letting me get to you." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it felt like an accusation.

Joe exhaled, frustrated and fully aware of the shift in the air. He could already feel the possessiveness creeping up—he hated the thought of anyone else getting her attention the way he did. He wasn’t used to being the one who felt jealous, but with Y/N, it was different. He needed to be the one to keep her attention locked on him.

"Don’t do that," he growled, stepping closer, almost trapping her against the counter. His hands landed on either side of her, caging her in, but his eyes were far from angry. They were heated, dark. "Don’t make me lose control."

Y/N leaned back just enough to meet his gaze, her smile teasing but knowing. "You’re already losing it, Joe. I can tell."

Joe wasn’t sure why he was fighting it anymore. His usual smooth, confident self had fallen away, replaced by something more primal. Y/N had this way of getting under his skin, making him feel exposed in a way no one ever had before.

But she didn’t give him a chance to recover. She stepped out from the kitchen counter, making a show of casually walking past him. She brushed her fingers against his arm, sending a jolt straight to his chest. "You really think I’m gonna be the one to lose control here?" she said, her voice a little breathless, knowing damn well how she was affecting him.

Joe's patience was wearing thin. "You’re playing with fire, Y/N," he said, low and intense, stepping up behind her. She wasn’t going to get away with that. Not this time.

She tilted her head, her eyes daring him to do something about it. "Then burn me, Joe. You’re the one who can’t handle it."

Joe’s hands shot out, grabbing her wrist with a little more force than he meant to, but Y/N didn’t flinch. She liked it. Hell, she wanted it. "I don’t want to hear you talking like that unless you mean it," he said, his breath hot against her ear, his fingers tightening around her wrist just enough to make her shiver.

She tilted her head back, her lips brushing against his ear. "You don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t say," she teased, but there was a flicker of something else in her voice—a challenge he couldn’t ignore.

Joe’s grip loosened just slightly, but not enough for her to pull away. He was always teetering between wanting to let go completely and keeping things just a little out of reach. But tonight? He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep pretending he wasn’t all in.

"You think you’re in charge, huh?" He leaned in closer, the heat between them practically crackling. "You forget who you’re dealing with. I’m the one who calls the shots here."

Y/N smiled, lips curling sensually. "Then make me listen."

It was impossible to ignore the magnetism between them anymore. They had been together for almost two years, and while they had their ups and downs, the tension between them was always undeniable. Their relationship had made Joe confront parts of himself he never thought he would. Y/N was the first woman to make him feel so seen, to challenge him in ways that pushed him outside his comfort zone. She wasn’t just any woman—she was the first Black woman he had ever dated, and somehow, everything was different with her. She made him think differently, not just about the world, but about himself.

Her presence was a constant reminder of that shift, and he couldn’t help but feel both unsettled and more alive than he ever had before.

Joe’s hand drifted up, brushing her hair back from her neck as he pulled her closer. "You’re gonna regret that," he warned, his voice low and serious.

But Y/N didn’t look scared. She only leaned in closer, their faces a breath away. "We’ll see, won’t we?"

—-

The atmosphere in the room was electric, the kind of night that felt bigger than both of them. The NFL Honors was an event of its own, the crowd bustling with the game’s finest—players, coaches, and legends. The stage was set for glitz, glamour, and recognition, and the spotlight was firmly on Joe. But for him, it wasn’t the award that was making his heart race.

It was Y/N.

She was standing just off to the side of the room, her presence commanding attention even though she wasn’t the one being celebrated tonight. The deep, midnight blue of her gown hugged her body in all the right ways, the delicate straps that criss crossed her back highlighting the graceful curve of her neck. Her hair was styled in soft waves, a perfect contrast to the sharp, sleek edges of her dress. Her lips were painted in a deep shade of red, her eyes glimmering with mischief, her confidence so palpable that it could be felt in the air around her.

Joe couldn’t stop looking at her.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t seen her dressed up before. But tonight, she was radiating something new—something electric. His hand itched to reach out to her, to pull her into him, to remind everyone around them that she was his.

"You’re making it hard to concentrate, you know that?" Joe murmured under his breath, his eyes glued to her as she turned to look at him, her lips curving into a knowing smile.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, the hint of a challenge in her gaze. "Is that a problem?" she teased, leaning a little closer, her voice like honey but laced with something daring.

Joe’s chest tightened. The way she always had that effect on him, the way she made everything else fade away when she was near—it was like no one else mattered. Especially tonight, when everything felt like it was culminating in this perfect moment.

"No," he responded simply, his voice low, his eyes darkening with desire. "But you might be distracting the hell out of me."

Before Y/N could say anything else, Ja'Marr Chase and Tee Higgins slid into view, each of them sporting devilish grins. Joe couldn’t even pretend to be surprised. His two closest teammates had always loved to tease him, especially when it came to Y/N.

Ja'Marr nudged Joe with his elbow, an exaggerated whistle escaping his lips as he eyed Y/N. “Damn, Joe. You lucky as hell. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’ve got the best thing in the room right there.”

Tee, unable to keep a straight face, chimed in. “Bro, you’re seriously making us look bad. We’re all dressed up, but she’s got you beat. I don’t know if we’re gonna be able to compete with that.”

Joe's grin was the kind that wasn’t fully amused, but still carried that cocky edge. His fingers curled into fists at his sides, but his gaze never left Y/N. She was still looking at him, her lips curling into a soft smile, but there was something dangerous in the way she glanced back at him—like she knew exactly what was going on, and she was loving every second of it.

"You both wish," Joe muttered, but his eyes were already scanning Y/N once more, his desire impossible to hide. He didn’t care who noticed—he was so down bad for her, and he liked it that way.

Ja'Marr snickered and glanced at Tee. "Man, this dude’s gone soft. The moment he found her, he stopped paying attention to all the rest of us." He winked at Joe. "Don't worry, we get it. She's something else."

Joe’s jaw clenched, but there was a glint of pride in his eyes. "Don't get it twisted, I’m just making sure no one forgets who she’s with." He said it like it was nothing, but his voice was low, protective, possessive in a way that only Y/N could inspire.

Y/N noticed, of course. She caught the way Joe’s tone shifted when he spoke about her, how his voice had dropped with that familiar possessiveness, and she couldn’t help the thrill it sent through her. Her smile deepened, but her eyes held a challenge.

“Is that what you’re doing, baby?” she murmured, her voice low but laced with heat, every syllable heavy with the unspoken pull between them. “Trying to mark your territory?”

Joe looked back at her, his expression softening, but his eyes still filled with that intensity, that hunger. "Damn right. No one else gets to look at you the way I do."

There it was again, the low, undeniable tension between them. Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. She loved how possessive he could be, how the world melted away the moment they were alone together. It made her feel seen, wanted, like she was the only thing that mattered to him. And in a room full of people, that was what really kept her coming back for more.

Ja'Marr and Tee, sensing the shift, couldn’t help but chuckle at Joe’s evident struggle to keep his cool. “Alright, man, we’ll leave you to it,” Ja'Marr said, flashing a grin. “Just don’t break any necks, alright? We still have a night to get through.”

Joe shot them a quick glare, but he didn’t care. Not with Y/N still standing there, her eyes locked on his, her smile sly and seductive. As soon as the guys moved away, he took a step toward her, his gaze never leaving hers.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, playing it cool, but there was a wicked glint in her eye. "You like that, huh? Getting teased in front of your whole team like that?"

Joe didn’t answer at first. He didn’t need to. His body was already moving toward her, his hand coming to rest on her waist, his fingers brushing the small of her back as he pulled her closer. The slight possessiveness in his touch sent a fire shooting through her, and before she knew it, she was leaning into him, the tension between them so thick it was almost unbearable.

“I like that you’re mine,” Joe whispered against her ear, his voice low but full of that dangerous edge she craved. "And everyone else is gonna know it tonight."

Y/N’s lips curled into a smile, her breath catching in her throat. "Is that so?" she murmured. "Well, lucky for you, I don’t mind showing them."

His grip on her tightened just a little, his eyes darkening. “You sure about that? You wanna test me tonight, Y/N?”

The challenge was clear in his voice, the flirtation palpable. But beneath it all, she could feel the undercurrent of something deeper. Something real.

Y/N’s heart pounded, and with a sly smile, she stood on her toes to kiss his cheek—just a soft brush of her lips against his skin. But her voice, when it came, was smooth and full of promise.

“I’ll show you just how much I’m yours, Joe,” she whispered, her words barely audible above the music and chatter.

Joe’s breath hitched, his hands coming to rest on her hips, possessive and claiming, and he could hardly think straight anymore. “Damn right you will,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “Just wait ‘til we’re alone, baby.”

And as they stood there, surrounded by the flash of cameras and the cheers of the night, Joe and Y/N both knew that tonight, the real celebration wouldn’t be about awards or recognition. It would be about them—what they had, what they’d fought for, and how, despite everything, they had each other.

And Joe? He was so down bad for her, and that was exactly how he liked it.

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All LADS men x Non MC Reader

a/n: ok thank you to everyone who voted on the poll! defo helped me a lot with what i should write next, if your choice didn't win dont worry cause i'll be doing all six options in order of popularity so stay tuned for more! guys imma be so fr with you right now, i cried like a bitch while writing this, esp caleb's part, i just love him so much.

divider creds @/cafekitsune

tags: angst, reader is implied to be no longer in this world, hurt/no comfort, non mc reader, lots and lots of angst

word count: 2k

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tag list: @aneerta @eurydiceknowshesloved @angelichiaro

Xavier

Xavier spent his days like a zombie, the light of his life was gone and far out of his reach. Ironic when his evol is literally light itself, but it feels so much more duller without you here with him.

A mistake, one that was entirely his fault but you paid the price for it. A day that will follow him and haunt him till the end of time, if fate is merciful enough to allow him an end.

あなたに似たようなこの香りもしかして近くにいるの？ (This scent is similar to you, maybe you're nearby?)

Every where he goes, your scent follows him. You were a breath of fresh air, sweet like strawberries and refreshing like morning dew.

Every time he smells your scent he turns to see if you'll be there, waiting for him like you usually did. But reality isn't so kind as to give in to his delusions, and he's left reeling from the pain and guilt.

ねえこれ何度目の勘違いだろう？ (Hey, how many times has this been a misunderstanding?)

Time may heal some wounds, but not all of them.

He can't sleep at night, the nightmares haunt him. His punishment for leaving you alone that day when you so desperately needed him, but he was too ignorant to your pain, and it came to bite him back in the ass.

The only thing that keeps him going is the faint scent of your clothes that surround him on the bed, it makes him feel like you're still with him and not in a place where he can't reach you.

もうどこへ行ったの？今会いたい (Where have you gone already? I want to meet you now.)

A life without you is a life without air. You were his light, but he made you a shadow of another, he snuffed that light with his own hands and now it was too late to make things right. All he could do was wonder where you went, desperately wishing to be with you right now.

Your fragrance follows him everyday, and for now all he can do is let it consume him, it's the only thing that still lingers around him now that you're not here.

My star has left me.

Rafayel

You were always there for him, through everything. You stuck by when others wouldn't and he took that for granted.

It's an unfortunate reality when you don't know how to appreciate the good things you have in your life until they're no longer there.

Now he can only cling to your scent that surrounds him. You smelt like the sea, and to him that was like home. But he ruined that home like a raging tsunami, not realizing the damage he dealt until it was too late.

愛してたさようなら (I loved you, goodbye.)

He couldn't get your last words out of his head, they haunted him.

He saw you in paintings, Your ghost wandered around his studio, your scent following in its wake.

Oh how he wished he could follow you too, life without you was unbearable, and he refused to accept that you were no longer here.

なんて受け止められない (I can't accept that.)

Thomas would often catch Rafayel just sitting on the beach, lost in thought, dark shadows across his face. The man could only sigh and try to cheer him up, despite knowing how futile it was.

He loved you more than words could ever explain, but he was a fool who let someone else take precedence over you. The way your voice sounded when you begged him to stay, only for him to coldly turn you away.

Your voice was barely above a whisper when you said your last words, only Rafayel wouldn't know they were your last until much later.

The regret of being the one who gave you that final push over the edge was more than he could bear, but that was his punishment and he'd live through it a thousand times if it meant you would one day be back in his arms.

だからもう一度愛してよ忘れられないI still love you (So once again, love me, I can't forget it. I still love you.)

Every painting he made was reminiscent of you, a beautiful love story, despite it's tragic ending. He wanted the world to see your beauty, the one he failed to see himself.

The paintings, your lingering scent, it's all that he has. Without you he's nothing, you were his beloved, one that he should've cherished more than life, but life doesn't always deal fair cards to everyone.

He can only think of one thing when he sees that velvet box on his bedside table, a wish that never came true, a future that would no longer be, a past he can never erase, a present that he's forced to endure alone.

Goodbye my beloved bride

Zayne

What good was a doctor when he couldn't save the one life that needed it the most.

The signs were always there, but he was too busy to see them. Putting another over you, the one who should've been his number one priority.

And now he returns to an empty home, devoid of all life as the one who made it lively was no longer around to keep it that way.

あたしにも貸してくてた香水もう側にはない名前は知らないけど大好きだったこの香り(The perfume you lent me too, It's not by my side anymore. I don't know the name though, I loved this scent.)

Your scent was fading, it no longer engulfed his being the moment he stepped into the room you guys shared. In the beginning he opted to sleep in the guest room, not strong enough to come to terms that you wouldn't be there next to him in bed.

But as time went on, he started sleeping in the room you guys shared, the pillow and blanket still had your scent. Your side of the bed still unmade, it made him feel like you were still there with him, that you weren't in a place where he couldn't reach you.

The label on your favourite perfume bottle was faded, the name no longer visible, but it was his favourite scent on you, regularly spraying it on your side of the bed whenever the scent would start to fade away.

鮮明な記憶まで色褪せない今宛できるのこれしかない (Even the vivid memories don't fade, this is the only thing I can do right now)

Lost in the memories, each one so vivid it hurts. The smile that shined so brightly, but eventually faded overtime, the lack of attention and love getting to you. But that's all they were, memories that can only be replayed and never experienced again.

All he could do now was pray that you would wake up in a world where you never have to feel like a side character again, where you could live without sickness. A life full of happiness that he couldn't give you when you begged it from him with your eyes, but silently endured the loneliness that was returned to you instead.

Maybe in another life, he would be able to show you the love he couldn't in this life. Maybe this was a punishment from Astra, a life without you the one who he truly loved but realized it too late.

Maybe he was never the right fit for you, maybe the best thing for now was hope that when you wake up in another world, in another life, that you guys don't meet, as he believes that he'll only bring you more pain and sadness.

When you and the world wake up... I hope we don't meet again.

Sylus

He was a man of confidence, his choices were never wrong. Until they were.

The base never felt so empty despite being so full, the decorations were still up, traces of you scattered all around. No one had the heart to take anything down or put anything away, doing so would mean having to accept reality, and no one was ready for that.

The twins felt it hard, but not as hard as Sylus. You were a mother and older sister figure for them, your love was boundless. Even when you were met with a wall, you loved unconditionally and with no restraints.

He took your love for granted, assuming you would always be a constant in his life, no matter what he did.

So when you subtly begged him to go out with you that day, he didn't think much of it and turned you down, telling you he'd take you out another day.

God how he wished he went with you that day, you should've taken priority but he put the aether core above you. Not a day goes by that he doesn't drown in regret and guilt.

此処には居ないとわかってるのに似たような空気吸うたびあなたを無意識に探してた (Even though I know you're not here, every time I breathe similar air, I was unconsciously looking for you.)

You were his oxygen, his anchor, and he lost you. That day haunts him forever, he can still smell the perfume that you had on that day, it follows him wherever he goes.

He looks around in hopes that he'll catch a glimpse of your smiling face, but fate won't humour him.

He's a man who has everything, but without you he has nothing, you were his everything.

今はただ苦しいの依存してるだけ薄れやすいはずなのに染みついたままの香り (Right now, I'm just clinging to the pain, though it should easily fade, the scent still clings to me.)

He couldn't bring himself to put away your things, the site of them a constant reminder of his failure to protect you, to listen and be there for you.

You always put others before yourself, why couldn't he put you before him for once?

His world has no purpose without his sun, his beloved, the only one who stayed constant in a life where everything was always changing.

Maybe this was his fate, his curse. An ending that was written back in a time where mythical creatures like dragons roamed.

Maybe, just maybe,

This is the dragon's curse.

Caleb

A mistake, harsh words that should've never been said. A moment that he so desperately wishes he could go back to, stop you from leaving not just his side, but this world too.

He should have never put her above you, never compared you to her. But life is always full of regrets and what ifs.

ねえどうして I can't forget (Hey why, I can't forget)

The night he still haunts him, it replays in his head like a broken record. His chest constantly feels like it's on fire, the thought that his last words to you were ones that were said in a fit of anger, they were meant to hurt you, whether he wanted to or not.

And now he couldn't even beg you for forgiveness, you were gone to a place he couldn't reach, one he was unsure he would ever reach. His sin too heavy for him to believe he'd make it to the same place as you.

離れ離れなのにお願いお願いもう一度だけ側に来て抱きしめて (Even though we're far apart, please, please, come and hold me just once more.)

Every night he lies in bed, holding your pillow in his arms, praying to the gods above to let him see you one more time, to hold you in his arms and tell you how sorry he is, how much he loves you.

Now he's just a shell of a man, the only good thing in his life ruined by his own hands.

消せないの消えないの孤独に紛れた香りもう一度だけ愛し合いたい (I can't erase it I can't erase it, the scent of loneliness. I want to love each other just once more.)

Your scent still lingers and with it the emptiness you left behind.

It hurts him even more when he comes across little sticky notes that you left for him to find, you always loved leaving him little notes of love and encouragement in places he wouldn't normally expect them to be.

'You were my gravity… and now I’m just drifting, hoping I’ll feel your pull one last time before I disappear.'

If he could he would sell his soul to the devil if it meant you would live, and if that wasn't possible then he'd join you wherever you are, because

In life and in death, we will never be apart.

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fairestwriting · 20 days ago

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hi hi!! what do you think ab idia with a (normally introverted, but maybe similar to him in the sense that they get unusually excited about things they're passionate/a fan of) yuu whos basically his simp?? like the no.2 biggest idia fan (only coming after ortho ofc!!)

like idia's doing absolutely NOTHING and they're staring at him "siiiigh isn't he so cool <3" while everyone thinks they have some issues

sorry if this sounds rambley ghhhfhhghhf

𐙚 Idia Shroud

He wouldn’t have expected anyone to ever act that way towards him, but especially not you— There was… something he picked up on the first time you talked, a sort of weird feeling he got when he noticed the way you stared at him. But how was he supposed to guess that you’d develop this sort of admiration towards him, out of all people in this world…?

Idia honestly assumed that the only reason you were looking at him so intensely was because you thought he was weird. It just felt so obvious? He doesn’t know the details of your arrival to NRC, but everyone in school knows you’re a real outsider. So he just… subconsciously concluded you’d think he was weird and that’s all. Hell, even regular NRC students think he’s weird.

The first compliment he hears feels like… honestly, just a really pleasant surprise? You said something about his technology, he doesn’t really remember what now— Something about it being impressive that he managed to get his tablet to do what it does. The blazes of his hair expand as they grow pink and he freezes for a moment before stammering out his response. ”Y…You think so? It’s… not even my best work, though. Heh.”

…It makes him a little bit cocky. At least for a while. He was seriously expecting you to be judgemental, but it turns out you think the things he does are cool? Maybe you two could even become friends, you’re so curious about the things he does, and he’s definitely willing to explain them in detail, he’s wanted to for a while—

Of course, however, there are only so many compliments Idia can handle before his brain starts to malfunction. He ends up inviting you to play a game with him on call after you said you wanted to learn how to play it, and that’s where things start going beyond Idia’s comprehension. He shows you how to do something, could be a really simple thing, and you’re immediately awed. He starts wondering if you’re actually making fun of him, his explanations getting disrupted by stutters—

Idia waits for your “true” mocking intentions to become clear. They never do, no matter how much he fumbles his words, or even the things he’s doing in the game. You just keep copying him, any of his nerve-induced, totally amateur mistakes going over your head. Raving about how cool it was and how skilled he is and how much fun you’re having. He really just can’t keep up with it. You couldn’t be serious, even though it sounded like you couldn’t be anything but serious.

He drops the call suddenly, too flustered to continue, and the day after you come up to him to ask if everything was okay. You keep staring at him with those big eyes, full of admiration even Idia’s self-deprecation can’t deny. How the hell did someone like you end up in his life? He gives out an excuse while he tries and fails to process the whole situation. You’re talking about how you’re glad he’s alright and looking forwars to the next time you’ll game together. This does not feel real. Not at all.

Idia finds that he doesn’t hate it. Not in the slightest, really. He’s only human after all, of course it feels good to be admired, and you’re always really nice and fun to spend time with. But, especially when he sees you sighing dreamily over him as you talk to your friends, who just look at you like they can’t believe the words coming out of your mouth, he can’t help but agree with their sentiment— Even though he’s still not complaining about the sudden attention at all. And, really, he never will.

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#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #twst imagines #twst headcanons #lis writing

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vinylfoxbooks · 2 months ago

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March 26 - Skeptic | @into-the-jeggyverse | wc: 899

“I don’t like Regulus’ new partner.” Sirius mutters low to his boyfriend. They’re settled on the couch, mugs of tea in hand with Remus reading and Sirius curled around his partner, lost in his own thoughts. Said Regulus and partner have just left for the night, tucking into Regulus’ room. He says it only when he can’t hear them shuffling around between the bathroom and Regulus’ room anymore.

Remus hums, putting a thumb on his line, “What about them?”

“I don’t know, they're just… weird.”

“I’m a werewolf, love, I don’t think you can be talking about dating someone a bit ‘weird’. I’m sure Regulus thought the same thing of me when we first met.”

“That’s a lie,” he shakes his head, “He liked you from the beginning. I think it was all the nerdy book talk.”

Remus gives him a flat look, “We both know that’s not true, I may have placated him with the ‘book talk’ but he was on edge around me for months after we first met.” Then, after a couple seconds he bookmarks his book and settles it on his lap, “What about them is weird to you?”

Sirius sighs and takes a moment to formulate his words, “They… came in here strong in an… odd way. Wearing odd, hand-me-down-looking clothes that were all dirty, the way they talked was… it was like they weren’t really present.”

“What are you trying to say?” Remus sighs, seemingly getting frustrated with his boyfriend, “And it better not be you stuck up family beliefs trying to prevent you from seeing your brother happy.”

“I don’t think that’s it.”

“Don’t you?” Remus hums, “I came walking into your house for the first time in a similar state, so what makes you so skeptical about Regulus’ partner?”

“I just-”

“Listen, Sirius.” Remus sighs once more, turning to lake eye contact with him, “Your brother is clearly happy with James, it’s obvious with the way that they look at each other. They’ve also seemingly been dating long enough that Regulus would have been turned away by them if something was wrong. James clearly cared about Regulus.”

“But-”

“No, Sirius. Your brother can take care of himself, in fact we both know that he prefers to. Whether James is ‘weird’ or not, they’re nice and they seem to treat Regulus well and that’s all that matters. It should be obvious that Regulus introducing them to us was just a courtesy.”

Sirius sighs, “I know…”

“Excuse me,” A voice says behind them, making them both turn to it. James stands politely in the entrance to the hallway, gazing at them with the most present look in their eyes that SIrius has seen from them all day, “Where do you keep the tea that Regulus likes?” Sirius takes them in while Remus answers for him, noting their threadbare sleep clothes and lack of as many charms and jewelry pieces as they were wearing before. There are still a couple bracelets on their wrist, blue and with little eyes on the beads, and a couple pieces of jewelry in their piercings, but they’re much less decorated than they were before.

Remus hums and watches them for a moment, “In the cabinet opposite the sink, we just had the kettle boiling so it shouldn’t take long. Mugs are in the cabinet to the left of the sink.”

James smiles at him, “Thank you.” And with that, they sweep into the kitchen and the couple can hear the telltale signs of someone preparing some tea. Remus gives his boyfriend a look, Sirius just shakes his head and lays it on the taller’s shoulder, smiling when a hand comes up to pet through his hair.

When they come back out a couple minutes later, Remus hums, “James?” After making sure he has their attention, he starts, “Can you tell me about how to care for the basil you got us?”

James nods, making their way over to the couch chair and settling in it, muttering something as they put the mug of tea on the coffee table, “Basil is a bit persnickety about its care. It needs lots of sunlight, so putting it in your sunniest window is best, and it’s demanding on water. Keep the soil moist at all times. Watering it every couple of days would be best.” They gaze over at the beautiful, hand painted pot that holds the half-started basil that Sirius and Remus put on the coffee table when James handed it to them, “Once it starts consistent leaf growth, then you can start cutting off the leaves and using it for things like cooking, I’ve found that homegrown basil is extra flavourful. It’s also spiritually protective, believed to bring luck, wealth, and health to a household so take care of it and it’ll take care of you.”

Remus seems a bit taken aback by the last part, but he collects himself after a moment and nods, “I’ll keep that in mind, thank you James.”

James smiles at him, moving to stand up, “Of course, have a good night you two.”

“You as well.” And with that, James makes their way down the hallway and into Regulus’ room once more. The interaction leaves Sirius conflicted, but he doesn’t comment on it anymore. Remus picks up his book and continues reading, shooting a glance at their new plant every once in a while.

#totally not a condensed version of a oneshot i plan to write #if it's not clear james is like a hippie pagan witch #don't know when you'll be getting that oneshot #but it's in the plans #marauders #dead gay wizards #james potter #regulus black #james x regulus #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #sirius black #remus lupin #nonbinary james potter #microfics #jeggyverse microfic

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soraphic · 5 months ago

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CHEWING GUM h. potter

synopsis: you and the golden trio believe nothing could come between your close bond, but when you and harry spend a drunken night cosied up in his dorm room you worry things won't be the same ever again.

genres: friends to lovers, one night stand

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, alcohol, drug usage

inspired by chewing gum - blood orange

You pursed your lips and surveyed the vast expanse of half empty bottles scattered across the oak table, settling on an untouched bottle of daisyroot draught toward the back. Pulling it toward you by the neck, while nearly knocking over about a dozen other bottles, you poured a generous amount into the yellow solo cup you had been gifted by a 6th year student trying to chat you up on the way in. You brought the plastic to your lips and relished in the burn you felt through your throat.

Hufflepuff had miraculously managed to win a quidditch game for the first time in months, beating Gryffindor 50-60 in the last minute. The win had everyone feeling cheerful and resulted in the hufflepuff players deciding to invite many of the Gryffindor players to the celebration in good sport, which of course meant you and Hermione tagged along as plus ones to the two losing idiots you had since lost in the packed common room and stream of yellow and orange lighting.

Upon closer inspection you realised you could see a mess of orange hair through the crowd and made your way toward it. Holding the neck of the bottle tightly, you pushed and shoved through many sweaty,grinding bodies until you reached a small pocket of air where two of your close friends sat between a few ravenclaw students, passing a half burnt roll of green looking paper.

"(y/l/n)!" Ron dragged out, grinning up at you with low eyes and patting the empty space on the small sofa next to him. "Where've you bloody been?"

Raising an eyebrow you begrudgingly sat down,"getting a drink." you replied,"I see your celebrating your loss."

He frowned at your comment,red eyes closing impossibly further and you wondered if he could even see you. "Hey, it was close! Those huffle-twats wouldn't have stood a chance if Harry didn't get taken out by that bloody bludger!" he grumbled, crossing his arms and nodding toward the boy across from you.

You laughed and turned toward Harry, noticing his similar state while he sat there laughing to himself at almost nothing. The kind of silent, hyena looking laugh when there's no more air left in your sore lungs to make any sound. Turning back toward Ron, you really laughed this time,"Is he high?"

Almost like he hadnt noticed previously, Ron squinted at the ravenhead and then similarly burst into howling laughter,throwing his head back against the edge of the sofa and clutching his stomach. Harry only began laughing harder because of this, leaning forward with his elbows to his knees and nearly shaking his glasses right off his nose.

Your head was flitting between the two, extremely amused, until a familiar scoff was let out from beside the three of you. "Honestly, the two of you are going to get us expelled!" hearing the voice,Harry's head shot up,widely opening his eyes in an attempt to look like he had any clue what was going on, while Ron sat still looking rather guilty. You smiled, tucking a wild strand of curly hair behind the girls ear,"Relax,'mione. It's only a bit of weed."

Swatting your hand, she grumbled and crossed her arms over her chest. "The usage of drugs or alcohol within the castle is strictly prohibited."

Harry began to snicker and Ron followed, the two of them bursting into synchronised laughter once again.

"What's so funny?" she snapped and you sighed.

"They're not going to take you seriously right now. You can berate them all you like tomorrow,but now-" you grinned,lifting up your bottle, "-you should try to relax a little."

Her lips were pulled into a thin line,eyeing up the bottle you were shaking in front of her with a glint in her eye. she chewed at her bottom lip for a moment before huffing,"Sod it,fine!" snatching the bottle from you and taking a swig, gagging at the horrific taste it left in her mouth.

Hours later the two of you were swaying slightly, the empty bottle discarded where the two of you had left the two boys, practically sleeping, as a result of the herb they had consumed. You and Hermione now found yourselves at the centre of the dance floor, surrounded by blurred faces and moving bodies. Hermione was doing her best attempt at dancing but was really just jumping around on the spot,though you praised her effort despite her complete lack of rhythm. Shouting over the loud music, she leaned in to you,"This is the best time I've had in ages! I wish Harry and Ron could see this!"

You laughed,taking her by the hand and spinning her,moving your own body in time with whatever cheesy teenage song was playing from the cassette beside the two of you. "You should go find them!" you shouted back, "Ron wouldn't believe this if I told him!"

She nodded,"You're right! Come with me!" but you shook your head.

"I'm gonna stay here for a minute,this is a good song!" you replied, making a show of rolling your body in tune with the new one beginning to play. She nodded, giving your hand a tight squeeze before letting go, shouting that she'd be back soon before disappearing between everyone and leaving you to soak in the remnants of alcohol in your system alone.

Feeling the warmth, you continued to sway to the music, a small smile on your lips at the euphoric feeling. Unexpectedly, you were met with the face of a familiar brunette in front of you, beaming at the sight of you so carelessly enjoying yourself.

"Harry?" you furrowed your eyebrows, a rather large grin taking over half your face, "I thought you were still knocked out!" you laughed, grabbing him tightly by the shoulder and forcing him to move with you.

He moved in toward your ear so that you could hear him over the noisy common room, the tips of his shaggy hair tickling your cheek, "I slept most of it off."

Taking advantage of the close proximity you wrapped your arms loosely around his neck, a common custom for the two of you when in places like these, except this time when he placed his hands on your waist, nimble fingers massaging small circles into the exposed flesh, everything felt different. Brushing it off, you shouted back; "I'm not surprised, you were totally gone!" laughing melodically with him.

You wondered if it was just a result of the high you were feeling, but judging by the way you had been catching his eye across tables and rooms lately you knew it was something much more intricate than that. Upon hearing his breath hitch at the way your fingers moved to wrap themselves in the tufts of hair at the nape of his neck,you knew he felt it too and decided to toy with him a little. Leaning in close and letting your lips graze his ear, you pulled his chest to bump yours; "I'm not drunk enough, do you wanna help me find another drink?" and you felt him nod against your cheek.

Grinning from ear to ear you took him by the hand, leading him back to the large table of drinks and positioning him behind you, surprised by the way his hands naturally found your waist and gave a small squeeze while you pretended to be completely interested in the table in front of you. You jumped a little when his breath met your ear, using his chest against your back to nudge you slightly in the direction of a half empty bottle of red current rum; "That one."

You hummed, bending over the table and nearly bumping into him while you reached for the bottle, though you found your arm wasn't quite long enough to reach it. You stretched, fingers just barely touching the cap of the bottle; "Harry!" you whined, and he laughed at how child like you sounded, leaning over you to grab the bottle by the neck himself and pour a decent amount into a cup for you.

You took a sip, humming and fumbling for another cup when you noticed the fact he didn't pour himself one, but he stopped you with a hand to your wrist; "I'm alright, I still feel pretty high." and you nodded, finishing off the rest of your cup and pouring yourself another.

Harry was watching you intently, his head dipping slightly to get a good look at the side of your face and you would've felt scrutinised if you didn't know him and his observant self so well. He was assessing you, but you didn't know what for, although too buzzed to care.

You finished drink after drink and eventually time blurred, but you knew you had gotten yourself into some serious shit when you found yourself kneeling in just your underwear on the floor of a dormitory you knew oh so well.

Harry was splayed out above you, one arm resting carelessly against the bed,propping himself up on his forearm, while the other was lost in your hair. He was rubbing soothing circles into the back of your head with his palm, guiding you slowly from the very tip of him all the way to his balls and back up again once more in fluid motions. There was a thin layer of sweat covering him, reflecting off the moonlight shining in from the open window, casting a blueish hue over him and reflecting from his glasses. He looked radiant, almost godly. Lips forming a small 'o' and his breath leaving him in gentle sighs while he watched your work intently, letting his heavy head bob to the side as a result of his intoxication.

You slid your way back up to the tip, unlatching your lips momentarily to swirl your tongue over the growing beads of precum before dropping back down again.

He licked his lips, guiding you right until your nose was touching the short tufts of hair at the base and you let out a faint gag: "Good girl. All of it." he spoke softly, despite his slow and antagonising actions. His words left your brain reeling, almost sober enough to wonder about his experience, but the delicious feeling of his warm cock filling your mouth had you focusing on better things.

Desperate to speed along the process (and see more of this secret talent he had been previously hiding from you) you released him from your mouth with a pop and began to climb up his body, but he stopped you with a pull of your hair, placing your mouth back on him. "I'll give you what you want,doll. Just keep being good f' me hm?" his voice was dark in a way you had never heard him speak before, despite his tone being so soft he was utterly dominating and you felt obliged to please him

Arching your back for him, you continued with your work, bobbing your head on him desperately to help him finish. He ran his hand along your head, effortlessly gathering your hair and grasping it at the base. He let you continue until satisfied, watching your back arch further at his praises, pitying the way you must have been dying for his touch, then pulled himself from your mouth.

Lifting your chin, he ran a thumb across your bottom lip, collecting the saliva and pushing it carefully back into your mouth. He was being so careful, which you recognised as the Harry you had known all this time, despite the change in circumstance. His change in demeanour though was making your head spin, watching the furrow between his eyebrows while he gazed at you with an adoring look in his eye.

"You like when I tell you what to do?" he asked and you nodded eagerly. He chewed his lip for a moment, deep in thought, before wrapping an arm around your torso and pulling you level to him for a kiss. Moaning at the sudden action, you squealed into his mouth, allowing him to slip his tongue past your lips and silence you.

During the heat of the kiss you hadn't noticed yourself being dragged backwards until your head hit the mattress behind you and Harry's broad chest came into contact with your perked nipples. "Stay still." he muttered between kisses, kissing down your neck to your navel and across to your right breast, taking your nipple into his mouth and suckling for a few moments before you were practically pushing his head down the rest of your body. finding himself between your legs, he carefully peeled away the only item of clothing you were still wearing and hummed at the sight of your wetness clinging to the fabric. you groaned his name and he kissed your inner thigh,"Patient."

The moment his mouth touched you your back left the mattress, crying out while he licked at you eagerly. With two hands secured around your thighs he held your ass down against the mattress, diving further into you and using his tongue to fuck into your hole while you squirmed. He licked a long stripe from there to your clit, mouthing the bundle of nerves and sighing into you: "You have no idea how long i've wanted to do this." in his pussy drunken, dazed state, though you caught it.

Your cries reached a new pitch and he knew you were close, waiting just until your legs began to tremble to stop completely and sit up on his knees, using the back of his forearm to wipe his mouth. You propped yourself up on your elbows, shooting him a nasty glare while he situated himself between your legs. He took hold of your face, squeezing it firmly between his thumb and fingers and smirking at the way your irritated look melted into one of submission as you gazed up at him. "I told you,patience,doll." he let go, spreading your legs impossibly further while he slid himself through your folds a couple times, "'not being a very good girl now, are you?"

You whined at the lack of praise you so desperately wanted, grabbing his wrist and causing him to look at you, his big blue eyes questioning. "please,i'll be good!"

"Please what?" he cocked his head at you, teasing.

"Please fuck me, Harry." the way it rolled off your tongue so effortlessly should've been a sign to the both of you this was not a strictly friendly transaction, but Harry still had to stop himself from letting his eyes roll into the back of his head at the sound of you whining his name.

He took a hold of one of your legs, bringing it up to rest against his hip and pushed into you. you cried out, throwing your head back against the mattress and nearly sobbing at the burning feeling of him stretching you out in a way you never had been before. Noticing your discomfort, but unable to stop himself completely, he retracted slightly ,which you were sure caused a tear to drop from your eye, and slowly pushed himself inch by inch until you were taking all of him. "Jesus christ,Harry." you winced and he smiled down at you, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as he began to roll his hips into you at a steady pace.

Within minutes he was speeding up in time with the vulgar noises spilling from your lips, pistoning in and out of you while his own grunts and moans escaped. Your hand was splayed out across his abdomen, carefully filed nails digging into the pale skin there and causing little red crescents to appear. "'s too much!" you cried, screwing your eyes shut and nearly burying your whole face into the pillow beside you.

Harry shushed you, leaning down and bumping your chest with his in a way of comforting you. He buried his head into your shoulder and you could feel the cool metal of his glasses digging into your skin while he used his free hand to grip your ass, pushing your leg up higher and hitting you from an entirely different angle.

His pace turned more violent, his hips bruisingly snapping against yours over & over & over again and you could tell by the burn in your muscles you would be in pain the next morning. "I can't!" you squealed,shuffling backward up the bed to try to escape him, despite not actually wanting it to end. He stopped you with a large hand across your middle, thumb jutting out to rub soothing circles into your clit. "you're a big girl, you can take it." he cooed and you shook your head desperately, makeup running down your fat cheeks and staining the white sheets below you.

You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, ready to snap any minute and let out a gut wrenching cry, unable to open your eyes and watch the way his thumb was circling you, applying more pressure and he felt his climax building along with yours. "Harry,I don't-- 'm gonna cum!" you muttered on loop, utterly drunk on his cock with no sense to what was leaving your mouth in pleasured whines.

He only fucked into you deeper, kissing you passionately to silence your glass shattering moans he knew were about to ensue as he felt you clenching around him. in a few moments you were seeing stars, back arching off the bed and a muffled moan (scream) being let out into Harry's mouth.

He let out what could only be described as a whimper and you felt relief at the fact he was about to finish, sensitive walls quivering in the aftermath of your orgasm, waves still pulsing you through you while Harry was still merciless in his thrusts.

He pulled out rather suddenly and you felt a sting begin to settle between your legs, watching with bated breath as he jerked himself, strings of curses leaving him as his body twitched and spasmed; "Fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck~!" Finally, he was coming in long ropes over your stomach, painting your skin in his essence and forcing you to wear him.

You sighed and dropped your head back against the mattress, letting harry ride out his own orgasm as he continued to slowly pump himself, small spurts still leaving him with each pleasured grunt.

You allowed your eyes to drift shut and within moments your entire world went black, leaving only the sounds of Harry's heart beating out of his chest.

💌

You awoke the next morning to the persistent hoots of a rather obnoxious owl perched at your window and a nasty hangover.

You screwed your eyes shut, trying to ignore the creature, but it only seemed to grow louder. The sunlight pouring in from the open window was painting your face in a hue of sunny yellows and oranges and you were struggling to keep your eyes shut against the light. Giving in, you snapped them open and let out a sigh; the all white bird was sort of hopping about on one foot against the windowsill. You watched intently as it made a show of turning to its side, displaying its wings which were decorated in small, freckle-like brown spots. You recognised him and immediately and huffed; "Hedwig,shoo! get out of here!" waving your hand at him, but he didn't budge. he simply 'twit-twoo'ed at you rather aggressively and claimed his spot on the window, burying his legs in his feathers and sitting rather comfortably.

You rolled onto your back and ran a hand down your face. The stupid bird found delight in terrorising you and if it werent for Harry you would have strangled him one of these days. Upon the thought of Harry, you were surprised at his familiar scent filling the room; freshly picked lillies and notes of something much sweeter, like treacle.

You quizzically open an eye, scanning the room you were in. Dread began to set in when you noticed, this wasn't your room. There was no Hermione filling the empty bed opposite you, no countless books and parchment and quills scattered atop the mattress and certainly no crookshanks pawing at the tassels on the edge of the blanket.

Instead, there was a red and yellow striped, rather tattered,old blanket screwed up at the end of the unmade bed; guarded by a large..mouse?; but your eyes finally settled on the square,knitted pillow leant against the pillows. It was red, accompanied by yellow trimmings along the edges and a big,ochre 'R' sewn into the middle.

Your stomach lurched at the thought of Ron being in the room, but turned your head slowly to discover Harry sleeping peacefully beside you, eyebrows furrowed and lips parted, chest rising and falling with short breaths leaving him. Your eyes must have nearly burst out of your head, taking note of his shirtless apparel and diving under the covers upon the realisation you were also in missing of your clothes.

Your mind was running at a million miles per hour, thoughts mostly self loathing but also a few slightly relived at; the fact it wasn't Ron, and delighting in the fact perhaps maybe you had wanted to do this for a while now.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts and practically threw yourself to the edge of the bed, scanning the floor for any item of clothing you could shove on and make your leave.

Harry stirred beside you and smacked his lips a few times,eyes fluttering open while you looked nervously at him over your shoulder. He allowed his eyes to focus slightly, despite his impaired vision, and just managed to make out a female figure perched on the edge of his bed. Mortified at the fact he had zero recollection of bringing a random hufflepuff back to his dormitory, he shot out of bed and grabbed for his glasses laid on the nightstand, shoving them on his face and blinking a good few times before his jaw seemed to drop even further.

You let out and irritated sigh, going back to searching and spotting your black, pin striped blouse along the floor, shoving your arms through it and starting work on the buttons.

"Did we..?" Harry trailed off, nervously drumming his fingers against his leg.

"Appears so." you snapped, giving up on the last 3 buttons and leaving the blouse to hang slightly open while you searched for the skirt you remembered wearing.

"Should we.." he paused and wet his lips,"y'know..talk~"

You sharply cut him off;"no." to which he awkwardly nodded to himself, despite the fact you couldn't actually see him, and looked down at his lap, muttering 'right,right' in agreement.

You were shoving your skirt up your thighs and Harry nearly leaned over to get a better look at the exposed skin. He could briefly remember the feeling of having the plush skin clenching around his head, but the memories were still foggy as they came back to him. He reckoned you were similarly beginning to remember the night as you were fumbling with the zip, gazing off out the window and chewing at your lip.

Growing irritated at being unable to dress yourself, you began pulling violently at the tiny zipper and muttering curses. Worried you were going to break the miniature thing, Harry shuffled a little closer to you and you snapped your head to face him with a cautious look on your face. He held up his hands, as if to show you he only wanted to help, and made quick work of pulling the zipper carefully over you hip, smoothing out the creased fabric after. "Thank you." you muttered, but he caught it, offering you a small smile in return.

Deciding to abandon your tights, you lifted yourself from the bed and collected your boots under your arm, smoothing your hair and shoving any knotted strands behind your ear; leaving Harry stark naked on the bed.

Planning to make your leave, you managed to get around 3 steps from the bed before Harry had a hand on the small of your back; "Hang on, what are we going to tell Ron and Hermione?"

You thought it over, knowing how upset they would inevitably be if they found out what the two of you had done, but also equally upset if you kept it from them. Deciding it was for the better, you turned back to him and shook your head; "we don't."

He thought it over himself for a moment and inevitably came to the decision you were right. it wouldn't be wise to tell them and have them be angry over nothing, especially knowing how petty Ron could get. It would blow the entire thing way out of proportion to involve your two closest friends, as you two were the same. Just friends, who happened to end up in a very odd situation at a very odd time.

You gave him a curt nod, marching toward the door and swinging it open, gasping at the boy in front of you. Ron was standing at the door, ruddy cheeks and disheveled hair, absolutely hanging. You were speechless,feeling as though you'd been caught, until Ron simply groaned a 'Morning' at you and tried to shove past you into the room. You were relieved he was so hungover he was taking no notice of you, sneaking your way out of the door and shutting it behind you, tip toeing off through the corridors in search of your own dormitory.

That left Harry, nervously awaiting some sort of questioning from Ron, covers pulled right up over his lap and a worrisome look on his face. Ron, however, was collapsed, face down on his bed, letting out heavily dramatised noises into the pillow.

Harry held his breath and watched as Ron's head seemed to suddenly shoot up, turning to narrow his eyes at Harry, who felt like he was about to crap his pants. There were a few moments of pained silence before Ron spoke; "How come (y/n) was here?"

Answering almost too quickly, Harry lied through his teeth; "She was sick last night. I brought her back here and put her to bed."

Ron lifted his chin and gave a small 'oh', sealing that he believed the lie and Harry relaxed against the pillows in relief. Though, thinking for a moment, he pursed his lips. "Hang on, where were you?" he pointed at the redhead, who suddenly went rather red in the face, pointing at his own chest.

"What,me?" he stuttered and Harry knew there was so much more to this, smirking slightly at the realisation Ron had been in a similar position last night; "I,uh, stayed in 'mione's dorm." upon the shocked look on Harry's face, he added; "she was sick, too. Guess they both drank a bit too much daisyroot draught." with an awkward laugh and a wave of his hand, waving Harry off.

Nodding slowly,totally unconvinced, Harry smiled; "Yeah, at least they both had a great night, though." and Ron nearly boiled from the inside out at the implication.

not proof read because.. when does clem ever proof read anything? not 100% happy with this either, just wanted to put something out as i've been back in the swing of writing again recently and desperately trying to finish off some peter fics!!

#𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬!₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊#harry potter #harry james potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter smut #ron weasley #hermione granger

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It's a Competition

Janis Imi'ike / Regina George x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Trigger Warnings: girls competing for reader, not a poly story, a cliffhanger ending (two separate fics to follow)

Request:

Can you do a Janis Imi'ike x fem!reader / Regina George x fem!reader where basically they're just competing for the reader bc she's the prettiest/sweetest girl in school

Mean Girls requests open.

There were several differences between Regina George and Janis Imi'ike. For one, Regina was the school 'it' girl, the queen bee of North Shore High School, but Janis was the school resident art freak. Regina was refined and punctual, and Janis was loud and tardy. However, there was one similarity that caused them to hate each other more than they ever had before. They were both crushing on (Y/n), the school resident's nice girl. She didn't have a mean bone in her body while, let's face it, Regina and Janis had many. Still, their attempts at wooing (Y/n) did not go unnoticed by each other.

"Why are you flirting with (Y/n)?" Regina questioned, slamming Janis's locker shut before she could grab her book. Janis swore that Regina almost caused her to lose a finger that day. Regina's perfectly glossed lips adorned a sickly sweet smile as her eyes trailed over Janis menacingly. But, Janis wasn't one to back down from Regina's will. Instead, she narrowed her eyes, looking up at her. "Just so you know, (Y/n) is my future girlfriend, and you aren't going to ever get with her. I'm sorry to be the one to break it to you. You're just not good enough for her."

Janis scoffed at this, crossing her arms. Damian stepped behind her just as Gretchen and Karen found themselves behind Regina. It was as if a turf war was brewing, even if (Y/n) wasn't property. "Right, Regina and you are? Your ego has made your head swell to the size of the Hindenburg blimp. Just a reminder, it caught fire. Just back off." Janis stated, a scowl forming on her face. She didn't care if Regina tried to scare her out of her relationship with (Y/n), it wouldn't work. She had just as much of a chance as Regina. Only, at least Janis wasn't terrorizing the entire campus.

Regina's brow quirked up at Janis's words and her smile fell into a frown as she glowered at Janis intensely. "So, it's a competition then?" She inquired, already knowing that her competitor wouldn't back down. She wasn't going to just allow Janis to ask (Y/n) out without wooing her herself. Regina honestly didn't think Janis had a chance, though. After all, as everyone knew, Regina was hot, rich, and powerful. Janis Imi'ike could not compare to Regina George in any sense. And, if Regina was going to have to prove this, so be it.

A smirk tugged at Janis's lips as she glanced back at Damian who gave her a nod. Leaning against the lockers, she examined the situation she had put herself into. "Yeah, Regina, sure. It's a competition." Janis confirmed, letting the words sink into the air as Regina's face grew a shade of red and anger began to seep into her chest. The tension between them grew thicker after the bell rang. Before a word could be shared between them, Ms. Norbury called them out for not heading to class. Regina sent a final glare Janis's way before Janis opened her locker again to grab her textbook before class. A class that she happened to share with (Y/n).

"I can't believe you challenged Regina George," Damian said as he waited for Janis to collect her things. Neither of them cared too much if they were late for chemistry. Their teacher also didn't care, as long as they made it within the first twenty minutes and weren't loud. Janis snickered at his words causing him to raise his brows at her. "You do realize that Regina is ruthless, right? She's going to make your life a living hell… Again."

Janis narrowed her eyes at him for a moment at the 'again' but sighed softly since she knew he was right. "I'm not going to let her bully me out of my chance with (Y/n). She's not Regina's property, you know?" Janis said, closing her locker and then locking it. She looked over to Damian who was giving her a stare that she knew all too well. "I know she isn't my property, either, and the competition is dumb, but I really like her Damian. I'm not just going to dismiss my feelings just because Regina thinks she is the only one that (Y/n) can date." Janis defended herself, walking to their class. When they entered, Janis immediately smiled at (Y/n) who waved over at her, and Damian had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes.

Of course, Damian was happy for his friend and (Y/n), even though they weren't official. He genuinely likes (Y/n). She was sweet and kind, and she was everyone's friend. (Y/n) was the perfect floater. The problem was, that Damian couldn't stand Janis starting a competition that was only going to get her in trouble.

The entirety of class for Janis was spent flirting with an oblivious (Y/n) until the bell rang. "What are you going to have for lunch?" She inquired as they walked down the hall. She hoped she could convince (Y/n) to eat lunch with them, however; this plan would soon be thwarted as Regina made her way over with her usual smirk that she wore when she bests someone. Janis wanted to knock the smirk off Regina's face as (Y/n) greeted the blonde happily. If Janis didn't find (Y/n) so cute, she would curse her for her oblivious nature.

"Hey, (Y/n)," Regina all but purred into the girl's ear. The action made Damian and Janis shudder as they looked at each other with two different emotions. Damian looked perplexed while Janis looked annoyed. Of course, Regina would swoop in like that. Janis wanted to curse herself for not asking if (Y/n) wanted to have lunch with her during their class. As predicted, Regina asks her to eat with her, which (Y/n) accepts happily. "Great, I already got you your lunch. Gretchen, Karen, and Cady are already at the table. We can go ahead and meet them there."

(Y/n) gave Janis and Damian a small wave as she followed Regina. Janis was about to groan in disappointment when she realized something. She could have Cady help her cause. That's basically what she was doing already. "What if we got Cady to talk me up to (Y/n)? We can have her tell her how great I am and she'll fall for me." Janis decided with a wide grin before walking into the cafeteria with Damian hot on her heels as he shook his head. Damian wanted Janis to win, too, but she was beginning to get obsessive.

At the lunch table, Regina flirted easily, flipping her hair over her shoulder. She made sure to laugh at anything remotely funny that came out of (Y/n)'s mouth as her hand fell gently on (Y/n)'s knee. From her peripheral, she watched Janis's eyes narrow to her. But Regina was unphased as she continued to flirt shamelessly. It was no secret from the school that (Y/n) was the girl who held all of Regina's attention and affection, that is why she found it even more infuriating when Janis decided that she should also flirt with (Y/n). But Regina worked too hard to allow Janis to win this stupid competition of (Y/n)'s heart.

"You look really pretty in that pink sweater, (Y/n). It really brings out your eyes." Regina stated, running a hand down (Y/n)'s arm gently. She was definitely more of a hands-on flirt versus Janis's approach of standing six feet away and pining. Regina decided that she had this competition in the bag as long as Janis stayed her six-foot distance. "Maybe we can go shopping this weekend. I have so many outfit ideas for you if you'll allow me to pick out some outfits for you."

(Y/n) smiled a bit, not backing away from Regina's touch, but she also didn't know that Regina was flirting with her. To be frank, she didn't even notice Janis flirting with her in their chemistry class. "I can see if my mom would be okay with me going. I wouldn't mind the hangout. I just don't know if my mom and I have the funds to actually buy anything right now. We're saving up for my Spring Fling dress." (Y/n) spoke thoughtfully, shrugging a bit. Her mom didn't want her to work during school so she could study and have fun. There was always the summer if (Y/n) chose, but she wasn't forced to.

Regina waved her hands as if she was swatting an imaginary fly as (Y/n) spoke. "No, no, I would buy you the outfits. You won't have to worry about a thing." Regina is a big spoiler. Even if she came off as mean, she bought various gifts for her friends. It was her giving love language, gifts. Though, if she is receiving love, she prefers words of affirmation. With her father's credit card, she was unstoppable when it came to buying the best gifts for her friends. She even took Cady shopping so she would stop looking like she was mirroring the 2010 fashion statement of flannels. Now, Cady looked amazing. However, (Y/n) already looked amazing, she just wanted to spoil her.

(Y/n)'s cheeks tinged pink as she looked down slightly. "Regina, I can't take your money." She said softly, staring at a spot on the floor. She didn't want to disrespect Regina's offer, but she also wasn't the best at receiving gifts. It made her feel bad.

Regina gently took (Y/n)'s chin with her finger and her thumb, allowing her to have (Y/n) look up at her. "It's no trouble at all. Maybe, we can exchange an outfit for one of those cute sweaters you crochet. Would that be a good deal for you?" Regina questioned, knowing that (Y/n) loved to crochet cardigans and sweaters. It was a win-win. She got to spoil (Y/n) and receive something sweet and homemade from her in return. Regina felt satisfied with her deal-making skills. It seemed (Y/n) did, too, as she simply nodded in Regina's touch.

"Okay, we can do that." She agreed with a kind smile. The kind of smile that made Regina's icy heart melt with warmth. She let go of (Y/n)'s chin gently before glancing at Gretchen and Karen. Gretchen was intentionally looking in every other direction than theirs as Karen sat there with a wide smile, watching the exchange, and Cady was just staring at the table not knowing what to do. As the bell rang, signaling that lunch was now over, Regina gave (Y/n) a hug as they separated from their classrooms. Regina cursed whoever made their schedules so opposite as she headed to the opposite side of the building from her.

As Regina walked away with Gretchen, Cady, and Karen behind her, she abruptly stopped, almost causing a collision. "This weekend, I'm going to ask her to Spring Fling." She said with a small, determined smirk playing on her lips. Regina wasn't going to allow Janis the opportunity to steal whatever was building between her and (Y/n), and she was going to make the first move. "Checkmate, Janis Imi'ike." She muttered as she entered her history class. Cady glanced at Regina before looking back to where they had just left (Y/n) behind for her class.

Cady Heron was now the person who either helped Regina or Janis accomplish their goal of asking (Y/n) to be their girlfriend officially. She knew she needed to get ahold of Janis as soon as possible, wanting to help her friend. She wasn't sure exactly who to be loyal to, but she knew that Janis at least deserved to hear Regina's plan so she could come up with her own. As her loyalty wavered with Regina, it strengthened with Janis as she texted her once she sat down for her class.

Regina's Ending | Janis's Ending

#mean girls #mean girls x reader #regina george #regina george x reader #janis imiike #janis imiike x reader

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