#this didn’t turn out quite how I wanted but here we are

[moonstruckme]

Tumblr disappeared the request (I'm going to tear my hair out) but this is a silly little thawing out drabble! Read the series here

request: okay thawing out scenario!! only if you want to but something with talks of their relationship on social media? not smau but either an interview or them reading tweets or theories people are cooking up and laughing about it??

cw: modern au, some allusion to non-hetero relationships not being the default

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

“They’ve caught on!” 

Sirius wastes no time with a greeting as he marches into Remus’ flat. Neither you nor Remus do more than look up from where you’re sitting together on his bed; you’re both used enough to this sort of behavior to defer overreaction. 

“Also,” he goes on in the same tone of urgency, “it’s fucking freezing out there. Scoot.” 

“Hi.” You laugh as Sirius takes off his shoes and crawls onto the bed with you, immediately tucking his feet under your bum. Remus is grateful his own arse is too bony to be selected for this purpose (much), but you bear it complaisantly. “What have they caught onto?” 

Remus loves how comfortable you both are here. His flat has become the unofficial rendezvous point for the three of you, despite having no furniture yet other than a large bed and an armchair one of his neighbors was trying to throw out when he moved in. He presumes this is only because it’s situated nearly equidistant to your apartment and Sirius’, but it makes things marvelously easy for him; most mornings after practice you all simply come here, and Remus doesn’t ever need to go far looking for love when it’s always knocking at his door. 

“They know about me and Remus,” Sirius says, tapping at his phone. 

Remus feels his brows furrow. “Who knows?” 

“The press!” 

You lean over to look at his screen, and a snort escapes you. “The press. Tabloids are not the press.” 

“They have a picture of us at the grocery, someone must have taken it very sneakily.” Sirius is positively glowing as he delivers news of his stalker victim-hood. “We’re holding hands and everything, it’s very scandalous. I have to say, I’m a bit impressed with how progressive they are to discover us before one of us and y/n,” he scrolls downward, “though there are a few comments about you stealing me away from her…” 

Remus can’t help a small smile. Sirius is so clearly delighted with his new celebrity status, he’s unlikely to shake the swagger from his step for the rest of the week. 

“Unfortunately, they aren’t quite that progressive,” he says. “I saw a photo of y/n and I last week.” 

“What?” 

Sirius’ head whips up so fast Remus worries for his neck. If he thinks for a moment to look to you to laugh at your ridiculous boyfriend with him, Remus is mistaken; you turn to him with a similar expression, shock mingled with dismay. 

“What?” you ask. “Why didn’t you say?” 

“Yeah! Why didn’t you?” Sirius agrees fervently. 

Remus shrugs. “I didn’t think any of us would care.” That’s a lie; he knew Sirius would care, but he would care too much, and at ten in the evening when Remus saw the photo he simply didn’t fancy the prospect of staying up all night. 

“I want to see.” You’re pulling out your phone now, too, looking up your names online. “What were we doing? Did I look okay?” 

Sirius scoffs. “Gorgeous, don’t make me laugh.” 

Remus hums his agreement, wrapping an arm around your neck and kissing your head. 

“Now that I’m looking…” Sirius continues scrolling. “There are people talking about your pictures in the comments, too. Some people say you’re keeping Remus from me.” 

Remus muses aloud, “I wonder how long it will take for someone to actually consider that none of us is keeping any of us from anyone.” 

Sirius’ eyes flash. “Care to make a bet?” 

“No,” you mumble reflexively, still hunting down your paparazzi photo. Remus, however, is considering it. “It could be argued that I’m keeping both of you away from the general population, anyway.” 

“Awe,” Sirius coos. He dips his head to mush a kiss to the underside of your jaw. Though your expression doesn’t change as you stare at your phone, Remus is willing to bet that your skin has warmed a few degrees. “Thanks, baby.” 

“Oh god.” Remus can tell the moment you find the photo, because your tapping stops all at once, brows stitching together in distress. “Why would they catch us then, of all times?”

“Let me see.” Sirius practically clambers into your lap, despite the fact that he could easily have looked from his spot beside you, to view your screen. 

“I look like death.” Sirius usually monopolizes the drama department in your relationship, but you sound properly horrified. “Is that what I really how my posture is?” 

“I didn’t think it was that bad a photo,” says Remus. He leans over to see. “Dove, you look fine.” Behind your back, a skinny finger snakes around to jab Remus’ side. “You look lovely, you always do.” 

The photo was taken at your usual coffee shop, likely in the early hours before practice. Ordinarily the three of you would go together, but Remus remembers this particular morning because it was only you two. Sirius had come down with a nasty cold, and you had asked Remus to come to the rink with you anyway to oversee some of your moves for the new routine you were working on. He’d known as soon as he’d seen you that Sirius’ illness had passed on to you; his bright-eyed early riser was droopy and out of it, your smile appearing only at intervals and seemingly with some effort. Remus had played along with your usual morning routine until the warm drinks were in your hands, and then he’d shepherded you back to your apartment and to bed. 

“My dark circles are so bad I look like a cartoon skull.” You press the pads of your fingers underneath your eyes concernedly. 

“They weren’t that bad,” Remus assures you, rubbing your shoulder. “And I’ve only seen your posture look like that when you’re sick and it’s four in the morning. Don’t worry over it.” 

“I think you look cute.” Sirius smiles at the picture. It’s the soft, unaffected kind that makes Remus’ heart thump painfully. “You two do look very couple-y, though, I can see how they drew conclusions.” 

“Wonder why,” Remus mutters. 

“So, a wager? I say a month until they put it together.” 

“A month?” No way is anyone going to guess polyamory in a month; not when they’re just starting to fight about who’s stealing who from whom. “Sure, I’ll take that.” 

“He’ll only stack the odds by being obvious in public,” you say, finally putting down your phone with a slight sulk. “I, for one, don’t fancy being kissed with ulterior motive.” 

Sirius snuggles up to you, cooing. “I would never kiss you with ulterior motive, my love.” 

“Forget it, then,” Remus says hastily. 

“No, no, wait. What if I promised not to stack the odds?” 

You look at Sirius, interested. “That would mean no public displays of affection until the bet was finished,” you say, slowly. 

Sirius’ mouth pinches with displeasure, but he says, “Fine. Two weeks.” 

“You think you can make it two weeks, Pads?” Remus teases. 

“I’ll have you know I can exercise extraordinary restraint, when I want to. Shake on it.” 

“Alright, I’ll take your money.”

[gf2bellamy]

spencer reid x bau reader coming home from a case and just being silly and in love???

solace — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: mention of not wanting to eat ( only bc they're sleepy ) , a/n: thank you so much for your request !!! have had something similar to this posted once but i decided to write another one bc i love this idea sm <3333 i hope you like this ( also how cute is this gif ?? )

“Finally,” you sighed loudly, your voice heavy with exhaustion as you stepped into the apartment behind Spencer. The door clicked shut behind you.

Every muscle in your body ached, a reminder of the case that had drained every last ounce of your energy in the past couple of days. 

“I’m so tired,” you groaned, already fantasizing about the warmth of your bed and the comfort of soft blankets. You leaned back against the wall to kick off your shoes. 

Spencer, just as exhausted, dropped both his bag and yours onto the floor by the door with a thud.

He turned to lock the door, and the lock clicked loudly into place. “Me too,” he said softly, his voice sleepy from days of barely eating, sleeping, or pausing to breathe.

He turned back to you, his tired eyes meeting yours, and his features softened for just a moment despite his own exhaustion. 

He reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair from your face. “Rough day,” he murmured, more a statement than a question. 

You let out a tired laugh, nodding. “Rough week,” you corrected. 

His lips twitched in the faintest hint of a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. Without another word, he stepped closer, wrapping his arms loosely around your waist.

“Come here,” he whispered, pulling you into his chest. You melted into the embrace.

For a few moments, neither of you said anything. You just stood there, holding each other. Spencer’s chin rested lightly on the top of your head, and you felt his hands slowly rubbing soothing circles against your back.

“You okay?” he asked quietly, his lips brushing the top of your head.“Better now,” you murmured, your voice muffled against his chest.

He pulled back slightly, just enough to look down at you. His thumb brushed against your cheek, and the tenderness in his gaze made your heart squeeze.

“Let me help you,” he said softly, sliding your jacket off your shoulders before you could protest. His hands lingered on your arms for a moment, squeezing gently before he turned to hang both your jackets.

“Thanks,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

Spencer turned back to you. “Do you want to eat something?” he asked, despite his tired expression , he was making it clear he wouldn’t protest if you said yes.

You shook your head with a small yawn. “No. You?” He shook his head in return, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “No.”

You couldn’t help but smile slightly at the way his curls shifted with the movement, messy and endearing.

At work, you had to keep your hands to yourself—there was no room for affection under Hotch’s watch, not to mention the endless teasing you’d endure from Derek and the rest of the team.

But here, in the quiet comfort of your apartment, you could let yourself do whatever you wanted to. 

Reaching up, you brushed a curl away from his forehead, letting your fingers linger against his temple for just a moment. His gaze softened as he looked down at you, and a small, tired smile tugged at his lips. 

“Can we go to bed now?” you murmured barely containing another yawn. 

Spencer’s hand slid down to yours, his fingers curling around your wrist with gentle insistence. “Not yet,” he said softly, his thumb brushing against your skin as he guided you toward the bathroom. 

You followed him without resistance. “What are we doing?” you mumbled, blinking against the harsh glow of the bathroom light as he flicked it on. 

He turned to look at you, raising a brow in mock sternness. “We’re brushing our teeth,” he said, reaching for your toothbrush and squeezing toothpaste onto it before handing it to you. “You’ll thank me in the morning.” 

You groaned, but there was no hiding the smile tugging at the corners of your lips. 

You picked up the toothbrush and began brushing, your gaze lingering on Spencer as he stood behind you, brushing his own teeth.

You couldn’t help but notice again how much he towered over you, and something about it made you smile.

He caught your eyes in the mirror, pausing mid-brush to tilt his head, a small, toothpaste-covered grin spreading across his lips.

His free hand, the one not holding the toothbrush, reached out to touch your shoulder briefly. 

“You’re cute,” you said through a mouthful of toothpaste, earning a soft laugh from him.

Once you finished brushing, you rinsed your mouth and gave him a playful nudge before heading to the bedroom.

Instead of grabbing your own pajamas, you went straight for one of Spencer’s shirts. They were oversized and impossibly soft, carrying the faintest scent of his cologne mixed with something uniquely him.

You tugged it on and climbed onto the bed with a content sigh. 

When Spencer finally emerged from the bathroom, freshly brushed and equally worn out, he stopped in the doorway for a moment.

His eyes softened as he took in the sight of you sitting cross-legged on the bed, wrapped in his shirt. 

“Please tell me you’re ready for bed,” you mumbled, barely keeping your eyes open. “I don’t think I can wait a second longer for you.” 

He chuckled softly. “I’m ready,” he assured you, crossing the room with long strides before changing his own clothes. 

As he slid into bed beside you, you immediately curled into him, resting your head against his chest. His arms wrapped around you instinctively, pulling you close as if he’d been waiting all day to hold you like this. 

“You steal my clothes more than you wear your own,” he teased, his voice light but tinged with fondness. 

“They’re more comfortable,” you mumbled, your words muffled against his chest. 

He smiled to himself as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. 

Spencer’s hand began tracing lazy, absentminded patterns along your back, the rhythm soothing you as sleep started to claim you. 

Just before you drifted off, you felt him press another kiss to your temple and heard him whisper, “You’re my favorite part of the day, you know.” 

You smiled against his chest, too sleepy to reply but warmed by the sentiment. 

“Goodnight, Spence,” you murmured back, your words barely audible as you drifted off, completely at ease in his arms. 

[iamsebastiansstan]

like one of your girls - NAC x fem!reader

summary - “Finally getting a taste of this gorgeous cunt, been thinking about it,” he murmurs against her mound, looks right at her as he says, “Gonna kiss you where I’m gonna fuck you, my sweet,” before he dives right in.

wc - 6k - MINORS DNI !

warnings - lots of dirty talk as always, crying during sex, unprotected p in v, oral (m and f), creampie, aftercare 🥹

A/N - I dedicate this chapter to @hoffmansgirl because he's literally doing it rn girl like literally !!! anyways, this update was fast but I probably won't be writing much for the next few weeks, I GOTTA STUDY lmao come tell me what you thought of this, any and all feedback is appreciated <3 enjoy!

taglist - @blackynsupremacy / @lalavenderangel / @nicholaschavezbby /

PART 1

Waking up next to him is like a dream she never wants to wake up from. She’s watching him as his eyelids flutter open, his nose scrunches up, as he stretches his strong arms above his head and groans adorably while looking at her through squinted eyes. 

“You been awake long?” he asks her, and she shakes her head no. 

He’d spooned her last night, she remembers, they both needed that closeness without crossing too many lines, and already she’s feeling withdrawals, missing having his body heat along her back. It isn’t awkward now, but the tension can definitely be felt in the air.

“Good. When do you need to get back to New York?”

She thinks about it for a minute, heart beating fast. Is he asking to be polite or is he asking so they can make plans to see each other? She hopes to God it’s the latter.

“On Wednesday. I made plans with some friends to hang out while I’m still here.”

He hums, scratches the back of his shoulder. 

“Wanna give me your number? I’d quite like to see you again.”

Trying hard to keep her screaming internal, she reaches over to the bedside table and hands him her phone, watching as his nimble fingers type in his digits before pressing the call button. 

“Think my phone’s dead but the call should’ve gone through. Now we can text each other.”

She smiles warmly. “I’d like that.” 

They don’t keep their eyes off each other as they get dressed, him slipping into last night’s clothes and her into some fresh ones, and she can feel the want for him pool deep in her stomach, bitter at everything they didn’t get to experience yesterday, glad about what they did get to do.

“Hey, just one second, (Y/N),” he stops her as she’s about to leave the room and she turns, looks up at him when he steps close. “I’m gonna take the advice you gave me yesterday, but I don’t want you to feel like you’re a second option, a rebound, anything like that. I enjoyed yesterday immensely.” 

Her heart flutters at his consideration, but she only smiles and puts a hand on his cheek, stroking his skin softly. 

“I’m not here to make your life more complicated than it needs to be, Nicholas,” she assures and means it. “I enjoyed it too, and I’d love to see you again if possible. If not, then no hard feelings. We can be honest with each other. Friends get to do that, no?”

His nod is slow, the relief basically radiating off of him as he grabs her hand and presses a kiss to her knuckles before opening the door for her, following her out.

Nicholas doesn’t stay for breakfast, but he kisses Cooper’s cheek and thanks him, hugs her with a quiet promise to text her, and soon enough she’s perched on a bar stool at Cooper’s kitchen island, spooning cereal into her mouth and doing her best to dodge his suspicious looks.

“Stop looking at me like that,” she says through a mouthful.

“Not looking at you like anything.” 

She levels him with a look, unimpressed.

“Ask what you want to ask or shut up entirely, Coop.” 

A slow smile spreads across his face, seemingly shy but his blazing eyes betray him as he asks, “Did you fuck him?”

She expected this, so she answers calmly. 

“No.”

“Did you want to?”

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you?”

The question makes her stop for a moment, unsure how much she’s allowed to say.

“I think you know why. Are you mad?” 

He rolls his eyes, takes her hand in his.

“No, of course not. I’d be happy for both of you. But I know that you’re both,” he shoots her a meaningful look that she expertly ignores, “in a rough place in life right now, and I’d hate to see you take it out on each other.” 

She nods, understanding where he’s coming from.

“Is Nick going to get the same speech?” she asks, only half joking.

“A much stricter one, I can tell ya that!” 

She laughs as she gets up along with him to clean the mess from their breakfast up before she goes to meet with her aforementioned friends, heart fluttering the entire time at the prospect of Nick messaging her. 

*** 

She’s sitting in the park and sipping on her smoothie when she feels her phone vibrate in her pocket. Tuning out her friends’ laughter for a minute, she takes it out to see that it’s from Nick, making excitement bubble up in her chest. She opens it immediately, not expecting anything, when suddenly the words make her want to choke on her own spit.

not to be too forward but I just made myself come to the thought of how tight your throat would be around me. I’ll be thinking about that for a long while.

Two seconds later:

hope you’re having a wonderful day. 

Trying not to seem like the mess he’s turned her into within seconds, she does her best to fight off the mental image his message is creating in her mind and reply somewhat coherently. 

You’re a fucking dickhead, do you know that? I’m out and about and now I’m dripping. Thanks for nothing.

His reply doesn’t take long, has her taste blood from where she’s gnawing her bottom lip open. 

that’s how I want you baby, all the time. see you soon. 

She’s distracted for the rest of the day but when her friends ask her about it, she chalks it up to her stressful college courses and tight deadlines. Despite the butterflies dancing in her belly, she’s had a nice time, and when she walks into Cooper’s house later, she’s got a beaming smile on her face. 

“Honey, I’m home!” she shouts, taking off her shoes and hanging up her handbag by the door. 

“Honeys, please!” comes Stuart’s voice from the living room and she grins as she walks in, presses a kiss to the tops of their heads. 

“Missed ya at the party yesterday,” she says and plops down on the loveseat across from where they’re cuddled up on the couch. 

Friends is on. She hates that show.

“Yeah, I was sad I couldn’t make it, but Cooper is throwing a pool party tomorrow, so I’ll still get some fun in.” 

She’s surprised at hearing about yet another event, but she’s not complaining. 

“And drinks,” Cooper reminds him helpfully. “Lots of drinks as well.” 

They chat a little, watch a small part of some movie that’s on when Stuart switches the channel, stay up until it’s hard for her to suppress the yawning. Bidding them goodnight, she stands up to go into the guest room when Cooper calls out her name.

“He’ll be there tomorrow,” he lets her know, a kind little smile on his face, and she nods gratefully before ascending the stairs, ready for sleep.

The next morning, she doesn’t overthink it, mainly because she refuses to give up so much power so soon.

It’s just her usual routine; the shaving, the skincare, the comfy bikini, a midi dress over it. No make-up, just her necklace, she refuses to get dolled up for a pool party. From what she knows, it’ll be a much smaller affair than Friday’s party was, and she’s looking forward to it.

“I’ll handle the BBQ, could you just make the salad dressing and carry these out to the patio, (Y/N)?” Cooper asks her, and she obliges gladly.  

They set everything up rather quickly, the guests start arriving soon, and she tries her hardest not to stop in her tracks when she sees Nicholas walk out through the glass doors of the living room, hugging everyone he knows before he spots her. The way he rakes his eyes over her body before settling on her face makes heat creep up her neck, and she knows that it’s got nothing to do with today’s temperature. 

“Hey, stranger,” he greets her, wraps his arms around her to give her a good squeeze.

“Hey, you,” she smiles, inhales his fresh scent, enjoys having him in her arms again. “How have you been?” 

The breath he exhales as he pulls away is deep, it lets her know that things have gone down, but the private smile he gives her makes the oncoming worry in her mind disappear. 

“I’ve been alright so far, I’ll tell you about it later, okay?”

She nods, cheeks warming. “Okay. Come find me.”

She allows herself to be open, truthful in her wants, and he chuckles at that, squeezes her shoulder.

“Always.” 

They don’t sit next to each other during lunch, but they keep glancing over the table and finding each other’s eyes, and every single time it happens, it makes the heat coil tighter in her stomach. He looks fucking good today, ruffled hair and a loose button-down that he keeps open, muscular chest flashing at every turn. At some point he puts his sunglasses on and turns his head straight in her direction, but she can’t tell if she’s being stared at or not, faltering during the conversation she’s trying to have with one of the girls at the party. 

When they’re all full and satiated, they go and find their own things to do: some go to swim a few laps or just cool off in the pool, some go to lounge by the grass and read, some stay at the table and keep drinking and chatting. She decides to walk over to the big tree at the back of the garden, finding a comfortable spot on the outdoor sofa under it and laying down, head comfortably resting on a small pillow. It’s not like she’s hoping he’ll find her there; she knows he is going to come and join her eventually. She just needs a little breather yet again, getting easily overwhelmed in big groups of people.

“And here you are, sneaking off again,” she hears his voice after Lord knows how much time has passed, and she can’t help the slow smile that spreads across her face. 

“My social battery empties quickly,” she starts to explain as she watches him sit down at the end of the outdoor couch, but what she doesn’t expect is for him to grab her legs and drape them over his lap, rubbing up and down one foot lightly.

“D’you mind?” he asks, eyebrow raised. 

“No, ‘s comfortable.” 

They sit in silence like that for a little, just looking at each other, and she can feel a lump grow in her throat. Never has she wanted somebody as badly as him, and the restraint she has to show is otherworldly at this point. 

“What happened, Nicholas?” she dives straight in, direct as always, watches him exhale deeply.

“Well,” he laughs, no humor behind it. “I had that conversation with her yesterday.” 

“Yeah? How’d it go?” she asks, heart in her throat. 

She thinks back on what he told her, that he’s scared to give in to his ex, that he might let her convince him to try one more time, one more moment, one more fuck, and she feels pathetic for how scared she is that he’ll tell her that this is it, it’s over between them before it even started. 

“She took it well. I hate hurting her, I really struggled, but she… she didn’t put up a fight,” he explains, and a wave of relief mixed with guilt washes over her, has her breathe easier. “She knows, I think. We both do.” 

“You still love her, though, don’t you?” she presses, winces when he grabs her foot and digs in, massages at a sore spot.

His smirk tells her he isn’t sorry.

“Yeah, I do. But she isn’t mine to have anymore, and I am so okay with that.” 

“Do you feel bad about Friday night?”

He scoffs, pulls her foot up to his mouth and presses a kiss against it, has her gut clenching from the motion, so intimate, so familiar. 

“There’s nothing I’ve felt better about in a while, I’ll be honest.” 

She nods, at a loss for words. Wanting to jump him right here, but cautious considering their surroundings. Wanting to have him but wanting to keep building the tension to see what happens when he snaps. 

It’s hard having a filter in his presence, so she blurts out, “How many more times have you thought about me having you down my throat since you texted me yesterday?” 

“Jesus Christ,” Nicholas chokes and throws his head back, eyes shut as if it’s hurting him to think about it.

“I need to know, Nick.” 

“Last night again… then this morning, as I was getting ready to come here.”

She quirks an eyebrow. “Last night before or after you went to see her?” 

His brown eyes are wide when she looks into them, they’re honest and sincere, which is why it hits so much harder when he tells her, “Both.”

“Fuck,” she breathes, sits up and pulls her legs to her chest, needing to collect herself. “You’re a bastard, Nicholas.” 

“I can’t help it,” he smirks, reaches out to lay a hand on her knee but not moving closer. “What about you? Did you have to help yourself out at all?”

She nods dumbly, unable to look away from his face.

“Last night, as well. Three times. I couldn’t sleep without it.” 

A bite to his lips tells her he’s imagining it, thinking about it.

“Did you give yourself any fingers? Or did you only play with your clit?”

“M-my clit, didn’t put anything inside of me.” 

She feels the increase of her pulse, feels the tingle in her core at the way he looks at her, devours her with his gaze.

“Why not, little girl?”

“I want the next thing to fill me to be you, Nicholas,” she confesses, lays herself bare and relishes in the devastation her words cause him, the way his jaw drops, his brows raise. 

It’s safe, she reminds herself, he’s safe. She can be vulnerable with him, can let him throw her against the wall and trust that he’ll pick up the shattered pieces to put her back together. 

“You’re killing me, do you know that? The things I wanna do to you…” he trails off, stares into the distance for a moment. “I’ve never wanted to do them to another person. I don’t even fucking know you.”

“No, but you see me. And I don’t need to know what those things are, Nicholas. I feel them. And I want them, too.” 

A harsh puff of air leaves his nose before he’s leaning back, gazing at her, face resolute.

“Go to the room upstairs and wait for me there, will you?” 

She nods, mind and heart racing, does as she’s told as she gets up on shaky legs, knees nearly buckling. Making sure her walk isn’t too fast as not to rouse suspicion but fast enough to show him that she wants this, so he can see- and he certainly is watching her ass as she’s leaving- that she’s on board with what he’s trying to do.

She meant what she said: she doesn’t need to know, she feels it. 

Arriving in the guest room, she doesn’t know what to do with herself, nerves getting the best of her and leaving her nearly dizzy. She splashes some cold water on her face before cupping her hands and letting the water from the tap fill them, bringing them to her mouth and swallowing mouthfuls before she turns it off. The image that greets her in the mirror is one she hasn’t seen often: a woman delirious with lust, eyes glazed over and cheeks blotchy. 

A sound from the outside makes her dry her face off quickly before stepping out, seeing Nicholas shut and lock the door, eyes dark.

They say nothing as he stands across from her and puts a hand on her cheek, runs his thumb across her lips, smiles when she takes the very tip of it between her teeth and bites down gently.

“You’re a sweet one, aren’t you?” he asks, and she nods as he pushes his finger deeper into her mouth, presses down on her tongue and leaves it there. Her hands find his torso, his chiseled muscles to hold on to lest she loses balance, and she sucks his digit into her mouth deeply, hollows her cheeks as they keep staring at each other. “You’re a good cocksucker as well, though, hm?”

She shrugs cheekily, smiles around his finger when he chuckles. She pulls away, then, kisses the tip of his thumb. 

“You’ll have to find out, won’t you?” 

The way he rolls his eyes playfully is so sexy, takes away some of the suffocating seriousness that has crept into their dynamic without breaking the tension, without diminishing the spark they have. 

Large palms frame her face as he looks at her deeply, anticipation forcing her mouth to open in a gasp, and that’s when he takes his chance, claims her mouth in a kiss so sensual that it has her moaning into his lips. It doesn’t take long for his tongue to find hers and he licks at her muscle, lets her in and deepens the kiss, makes it dirty but so full of lust and devotion that she can’t help but stand on her tippy toes to chase after that sensation. 

His hand finds her throat, grips it lightly yet makes her feel breathless, a dirty chuckle against her lips breaking their moment.

“You’ll let me in there, won’t you, baby?” he rasps, drives his finger down the front of her throat. “All the way inside?” 

She nods, stupid with want. “Yes, please let me. I need to taste you, Nicholas, fuck.” 

He kisses her again, then, toying with her mouth as his hands unzip her dress, pull it off her body, leaving her in only her bikini.

“Kneel in front of the bed, with your back facing it,” he instructs, burying his head in her neck and nibbling lightly, grinning at her gasp.

She does as she’s told, has little control over it, kneels obediently and looks up at him with a wet pout on her lips. Remembering what he told her last time, that no woman could ever take his cock down here throat, believing him. Despite its length, what probably causes trouble is the veiny thickness of it, the very thing that makes cunts drip for him being the reason for locked jaws and hurting lips.

The walk over to her is deliberately slow, he’s letting her stew in her desire for him, but she can’t even complain, not when she gets to observe even his most miniscule movements uninterrupted. The first thing she does when he’s right there is fall forward and bury her face in his crotch, over the material of his linen shorts, inhaling deeply. His clothes smell clean but there’s a musky undertone, something so distinctly man that it has her mouth watering.

“Shhh, there you go, get your fill,” he whispers, drives his hands through her hair and she’s so grateful he’s letting her express her desperation how she needs to. 

The balance of her body barely allows her to get up on her knees, but she manages, presses open mouthed kisses along his torso, as far up as she can reach. She licks into his navel, kisses down his happy trail, moans as she traces her tongue along the waistband of his briefs.

“Fuck, I’m so hungry for it,” she breathes, “please give it to me, I need it so bad.” 

Nicholas chuckles, a sound that hits her right in the chest, and untangles the strings of his pants. She’s glad he’s decided to take his shorts off completely, wrapping her hands around his thighs as soon as he’s stepped out of them and mouthing at his hard cock through his briefs, tongue tasting a salty wet spot and groaning into it.

“Jesus, (Y/N), you’re like a woman possessed,” he growls, all pride and no disgust, and it spurs her on to reach up and pull his cock out, get his underwear out of the way so she can really revel in everything his manhood has to give.

He discards his shirt as well, then, and there he is: her personal Greek God in all his glory, naked flesh for her to devour. 

A tear makes its way down her cheek and she’s done with waiting, needs for him to own her. 

“Please,” she breathes and smiles wickedly as he grabs his cock, pumps it once, twice before holding it by the base and- 

And slapping it across her face, the hit harder than she anticipated, making her cry out with nasty hunger.

“Again,” she begs, and he obeys with a wide-eyed stare, slaps her one more time, two more times before hooking his thumb in her mouth and pulling it open, praising her when she automatically sticks her tongue out.

Nick traces the leaking head of his cock over her tongue, and she could cry when the salt hits her tastebuds, the warmth of his flesh mixing with the wetness on her muscle.

“This is what you were made for, baby,” he says, praises her, talks as if he’s far away. “You’re so fucking beautiful, just waiting for me to ruin you, huh?” She nods her head before shaking it, making sure his precome coats all of her tongue, moans when he orders, “Suck this cock, sweetheart.” 

Not needing to be told twice, she engulfs the thick tip in her mouth, sucks on it as she moves her tongue down to coat his length in spit, to ease the way, to make it easier for him to claim the depths of her throat.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he curses above her, hands not ceasing their movement in her hair, and she sees it as motivation to keep going. The louder he is, the louder she wants him.

Some men like a mix between a willing mouth and two skilled hands, she knows, but today she wants to show him just how hungry she’s been for his cock since she met him, so she works her lips around him, determined to not need her hands for this. She sinks deeper and deeper, lets the accumulated spit from her mouth coat him, doesn’t mind the strings of it escaping and dripping down her chin, makes sure she keeps her eyes wide and on him as he’s struggling not to squeeze his shut.

“Halfway there, baby, you’re so fucking good f’me,” he moans, “Messy little girl, just like that.”

She lays her tongue out and takes a deep breath before pushing down stubbornly, eyes screwing up as he goes deeper and deeper, watching his slack jaw and wide eyes marveling at something he’s always wished to experience but never could, not with the women he’d been with before. Relaxing her throat and feeling him push through that last bit of resistance as she fights against her gag reflex, fights to keep it deep within her chest, fights through the pain it brings her not to openly cough at the intrusion in her body. She can’t stand it, not for long, and she has to pull away with a chest-wracking cough, trying to collect herself but delirious with the need to prove her devotion to him.

“Baby, that was amazing, just-“

“Fuck my throat, Nicholas,” she rasps through the tears, gets in position again and takes his cock in hand this time, jerks him a little until she gets herself under control again.

“(Y/N), are you sure? Once I start, I won’t be stopping until you give me a signal, no matter how much you cry, okay?”

Jesus Christ. She nods, determined. 

“I’ll tap your thigh twice if I need you to really stop, okay?” 

He bends down and kisses her deeply, wipes at the tears on her cheeks.

“You’re incredible,” he whispers before straightening back up, gripping her by the hair and growling, “now open that fuckin’ throat for me.”

It’s animalistic, the way he takes her mouth, pushes his cock deep and keeps snapping his hips up, moaning loudly as she chokes, as she holds onto her own thighs just to have something to grip while he uses her. Inch by inch he fucks himself deep, groans her name, “My good girl, that’s right, show ‘em how it’s done,” knowing exactly how to spur her on, how to give her the strength to fight through her body’s struggles.

She’s gargling out spit, face wet and messy, when he finally, fucking finally manages to bottom out, bury her nose in his trimmed pubic hair, almost doubling over when she then sticks her tongue out until the back of her throat starts burning to lap at his balls with the tip of it, just to show him that there’s nothing stopping her from satisfying the hunger she has for him. 

“Ho- oh my fucking- ugh,” he moans, the tightness of her sending him into overdrive, the way her choking and swallowing around his cock stimulates his sensitive head making tears spring to his eyes. 

He grabs her by the hair and rips her back roughly, letting her breathe heavy for a minute before diving down to claim her lips in a bruising kiss, in awe at this woman kneeling in front of him.

“Fuck, that felt good,” she laughs manically against his mouth, tears and snot dripping from her face, but they don’t care, they’re reveling in the way they can mess each other up.

“You okay, baby? Your voice is fucked,” he smiles as she nods eagerly, clearing her throat.

“More, please, fuck my face just a little more,” she begs, watching his eyes widen at her request, but she doesn’t care. Now that she’s gotten a taste, she wants more. 

One hand in her hair and the other one on her jaw, he pushes between her lips again, keeps pushing until he’s in all the way and pulls her off again, watching her splutter and cough for a second before reeling her in again. Nicholas seems to enjoy that, watching her struggle with her throat full, struggle to catch her breath after, but whenever her eyes meet his in a silent plea, she sees the fire in his gaze burn that much brighter before he goes in to fuck her face again.

“No more,” he pants, grabs her by the arms and pulls her into a standing position, steadying her as her legs give out from having knelt for so long. “Fuck, I almost came down your throat.”

“Why didn’t you?” she pouts, face a total mess but causing him to smile at her warmly regardless.

“Don’ wanna, wanna shoot my load inside of you,” he mutters, makes her cheeks heat up.

“Next time, though?”

He laughs, kisses her swollen mouth.

“Promise, baby.”

Nick makes quick work of her bikini and gets her naked and sprawled across the bed in record time, writhing under his heated gaze as he just stands here, cock hard and dripping with her spit, watching her.

“Spread your legs for me,” he instructs, eyes raking over her form, and with a shy bite to her lip she obliges, parts her legs and lets him look at where she’s sloppy wet for him. 

“Need you so bad, I’m all swollen,” she whines, watches as he positions himself between her legs, kisses along her stomach up to her tits.

The first nipple he takes into his hot mouth gets a quick bite shortly after, making her hiss, before he moves over to the second, giving it attention while she rakes her hands through his hair, lost in sensation.

It’s all she’s ever wanted and more, the fucked-out state of arousal that has her mind feeling honey sticky and slow, completely out of her own body. She focuses on his weight on top of her, the way his spit on her nipples paired with the cool air in the room gives her gooseflesh, and soon enough she’s whimpering as he trails his kisses in the direction of her center.

“Finally getting a taste of this gorgeous cunt, been thinking about it,” he murmurs against her mound, looks right at her as he says, “Gonna kiss you where I’m gonna fuck you, my sweet,” before he dives right in, licks her in broad stripes and has her throwing her head back in ecstasy.

All the blood rushes to her center and despite not even having been touched properly, the tension burns, makes her clit tingle where it’s being loved on by his clever tongue, and she can’t help but bury her hands in his hair and push her hips up into his awaiting mouth. Nicholas eats pussy like it’s the most decadent thing he’s ever had, like it melts on his tongue, the way he pushes between her inner lips and slurps at the very source of her arousal. By now he knows how much she loves the attention on her little nub, so he sucks it into his mouth, taps his tongue against it until she’s arching off the bed, only being held down by his bulging arms. 

“N-Nick, fuck, fuck no-,“ she’s trying to push him off, the buildup of her climax making every limb tingle, but he holds on, holds her steady until she’s crying, begging, “please, let me come for you, please, please, pl- fuck-“

A hum of confirmation, the vibration of it hitting her core, is all it takes before she’s coming hard, pulling his head closer and trying to bat him away at the same time, and the minute her high decreases and her muscles relax he’s on her, kissing her lax mouth, pushing his tongue deep and letting her taste her pussy on his sinful lips. 

“Y’taste sweeter than I could’ve imagined,” he’s breathing hard against her mouth, “sweetest pussy just for me to take, ain’t it? Fuck, I need to be inside of you.”

The “Please,” punches out of her, already wrapping her legs around his torso so he’d slip in easier, giving him all the access and shouting into his shoulder as he slides his cock into her in one go, fills her up until she can feel him in her lungs. She pushes at his chest so he’d pull away, look at her, grabs him by the face and hisses “What the fuck are you, who the fuck- what are you doing t- to me?”

Nicholas’ laugh is amazed, top lip curled over his perfect teeth as he focuses on drilling into her hard, watching her lose her mind under him, watching her give herself over to him without a care in the world. He angles his hips just so, pelvic bone brushing against her clit with every thrust, making her see stars.

“You’ll come for me like this,” he promises, voice shot, “you’re so gorgeous, fuck. Look at you, can’t believe you’ll come for me again, I’ve got you-“

“Nick, please,” she cries, terrified of what her mind is making her body do, “I can’t-“

“You can and you will,” he snaps, grabs her by the face and pulls her close, kisses her pouting mouth. “Come for me, (Y/N), I wanna see you lose it.” 

She doesn’t pass out this time but she kind of wishes she did, because the groans and moans and pathetic whimpers that rip out of deep within her are sounds she’s never going to unhear now. If it were with anyone else, she’d be mortified, but he just talks her through it with pride in his voice as if she were his girl, his to coach and use and fuck and lo-

But isn’t she? She sure feels like it. 

“Atta fuckin’ girl, that’s right, oh I’m gonna come, baby-“

“Fill me up,” she whispers, lax now, letting herself be used and moved like a rag doll, “I wanna feel you dripping out of my pussy for days.”

“Oh shit, (Y/N)-“ and that does it for him, apparently, as he pushes in impossibly deep and spills inside of her, moaning into her neck and holding her close, filling her body and mind and heart, and dear God, she’s a fucking goner. 

The room smells like their sex, like musk, heady and dazed, makes her head spin where she’s laying under him and wondering what the actual fuck just happened. Nicholas’ breathing is labored but he’s still pressing lazy kisses against her temple, arms still around her spent body.

After a moment, he peers down at her. 

“You okay, baby?” he whispers, like the atmosphere is something fragile.

She doesn’t trust her voice, so she just nods.

“Was it too much? Are you hurt?”

She shakes her head no.

He chuckles deeply, leans down to kiss her mouth and she can’t do much more than to let herself be kissed, can’t reciprocate.

“Talk to me, love, c’mon,” he requests gently, and when she hears that little nickname, hears the care in his voice, her lip starts wobbling and her tears start running freely down her cheeks. “Oh, baby,” he soothes, lets her cry in his arms, holds her through it.

She’s heard of people crying after sex, especially after intense sex, but it has never happened to her. Laying here, though, on these ruined sheets, face and body and her fucking insides sticky with him, after having been used so mercilessly and still having him hold her like she’s something precious, talk to her like she’s something to be cherished? She can’t take it, the turmoil of the last few days, the last few weeks, paired with the experience of his mere existence sending her into overdrive. 

“Let it out, I’m here f’you,” he whispers, shushes her, kisses her head, and soon enough she runs out of tears, only sniffles where she’s hiding in his neck. 

Nicholas pulls away, props himself up on one elbow as his other hand keeps stroking her hair, her face, anything he can reach. He’s got a small smile playing on his full lips as he looks at her, and she smiles back, exhausted but satiated.

“’m sorry for this,” she croaks, voice barely there.

Before she can say anything else, he interrupts her, shushes her with his thumb on her lips. “Please don’t,” he says, eyes kind, “I’m so honored that you trust me enough to fall apart like this. Seriously, (Y/N), this is not a small deal.” 

She clicks her tongue, eyes welling up with tears again.

“I know,” she whimpers, takes his hand in hers and kisses it. “I know it isn’t, and I don’t know what the fuck to do with this. I- Nicholas… What the fuck?” 

He brings her to his chest, holds her close, kisses the crown of her head.

“None of that now, baby,” he whispers, “Now I gotta give you some good aftercare and then we’ll clean up, okay? We can talk later, when we’re both in our right minds. That sound good?”

She nods, says, “I don’t wanna go back to the party,” but it’s muffled against his full chest. 

He hears her anyways.

“We don’t have to; we’ll just stay here." 

Cleaning up is a quiet affair, they keep each other close at all times, standing under the shower together and just washing each other, hands trailing across the other with no intent to take it further. It’s intimate, it’s connecting, and it’s exactly what she needs to come down from the rollercoaster he’s put her through. Nicholas rummages through the closets on that floor until he finds clean sheets and changes them while she stands next to the bed, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, watching with a small smile as he wrestles with the fitted sheet.

“Too many workouts today,” he grumbles as he pulls it over the corners of the bed, “I haven’t consumed enough calories today for this level of exercise.” 

She giggles at his silliness before she lets herself fall onto the bed, holding her arms open for him to crawl in, settling his head on her boobs.

“Naked cuddling is my favorite,” she whispers to him conspiratorially and he nods eagerly, agreeing.

“Same, don’t nearly do it often enough.”

She’s ready for a nap, she realizes as she lets her eyes fall shut, and soon enough she’s slipping away softly, clutching him tightly.  

Unsure if she's dreaming or not, she hears a soft, "I've got you, my sweet. Always got you."

[cressidagrey]

Schrodinger's... Girlfriend? - Chapter 6: Of Burglaries and Beasts

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Original Character

Summary:

Oscar Piastri’s love life is the talk of the F1 world—mainly because no one’s ever seen his girlfriend. Does she exist? Or is she just a figment of his imagination? Detective Lando Norris to the rescue!

Warnings: 

I don't think there are any?

Lando had actually stolen his phone. 

Oscar wasn’t quite sure if he should be impressed or scared. 

He was leaning towards scared, because Lando had this glint in his eyes, ever since he had been forced to give back said phone by Zac. 

And now there they were…The Silverstone Fanstage 2024 was buzzing with excitement. 

Meanwhile, Oscar would rather be anywhere but there, but that’s what he got for being a Formula 1 driver. 

So there they stood, microphones in hand, while the moderator asked questions and Lando was as charming as only he could be. 

And then the interviewer decided to throw them a curveball. 

“Alright, Oscar!” the moderator started, her voice playful. “There’s been a lot of talk about your mysterious girlfriend over the last few weeks. Can you clear the air and finally tell us the truth?”

Oh, come on. 

Oscar glanced at the crowd, his nerves obvious as he laughed awkwardly. “You know, you guys have been working overtime with these theories.” He paused, rubbing the back of his neck. “But yeah, she’s real. She’s just… private.”

It wasn’t even that Nessie would actually care if the relationship became public knowledge. Neither of them cared. They had talked about it before…it was more that neither of them wanted the hassle that came along with making it public…and quite frankly, fucking with Lando was way too much fun these days. 

Lando, who had been quietly watching the exchange, smirked, clearly not able to resist. “Private? Or imaginary?”

Oscar just rolled his eyes. This again? “Nessie is very much real, thank you very much,” he responded tersely.  A beat of silence passed, and then it hit him. He immediately realized what he’d just said. The slip-up was out there, and there was no taking it back.

Lando’s eyes widened, a grin spreading across his face. “Wait, did you just say ‘Nessie’?” he asked, his voice tinged with laughter. “As in the Loch Ness Monster?!”

Oscar’s face immediately turned red as he slapped a hand to his forehead. 

Ugh. 

“No, I didn’t—ugh, I mean, forget I said that. That was a slip-up,” he said with a grimace.

Lando burst out laughing, leaning into the microphone, clearly reveling in the moment. “Guys, you heard it here first,” he announced, his voice echoing across the stage. “Oscar’s girlfriend is the Loch Ness Monster. No wonder no one’s ever seen her! She’s hiding in a lake somewhere.”

Oscar groaned, his head dropping into his hands as he rubbed his temples. “I hate this. I already regret everything.”

Lando, not missing a beat, turned to the crowd and continued to tease. “Seriously, though. This doesn’t help your case, mate. How are we supposed to believe she’s real when she’s named after a mythical creature?”

Oscar just sighed. “Look, she’s not the Loch Ness Monster,” he told Lando with a roll of his eyes. “Nessie is very much a real person. She’s brilliant, actually. Smarter than me, that’s for sure.” But then seemingly everybody was stupid if you compared the to his genius girlfriend. 

“Nessie is incredibly supportive of me and I am so lucky to have her as my girlfriend,” he said, which was the simple truth. 

Lando laughed, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “Okay, okay, I’m stopping now. But ‘Nessie’ really doesn’t help your case here, Oscar.” He paused for effect. “I’m just saying, it’s not exactly proof that she’s real.”

Oscar rolled his eyes, done with the teasing. “You’ll never let this go, will you?”

The moderator, sensing the tension and wanting to steer the conversation back to something more positive, smiled warmly. “Well, it’s clear she’s been a big source of support for you, Oscar. That’s really sweet to hear.”

Oscar nodded, his voice softening. “Yeah, she’s definitely my biggest cheerleader. She just makes everything feel better. I honestly don’t know what I’d do without her.”

Lando, not able to resist one last jab, mockingly wiped away a tear with the back of his hand. “Aww, Oscar’s a softie! But seriously, I’m happy for you, mate, even if your girlfriend’s an ancient legend from Scotland.”

Oscar rolled his eyes again, unable to hold back a smile. “You’re impossible.”

The moderator chuckled, trying to bring the conversation to a close. “Alright, alright. We’ll move on from the Loch Ness drama. Oscar, it’s clear you care about her a lot. You’re happy, and that’s what matters.”

Oscar smiled, his earlier discomfort fading as he thought of Nessie. “Yeah, I’m really happy. And trust me, she’s not a myth.”

Lando, still clearly entertained by the whole situation, leaned in with a grin. “Well, I still think you’re dating a mythical creature. But hey, if she’s real, I guess I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Oscar shook his head, laughing despite himself. “You’ll meet her one day. Just not in a lake.”

Maybe sooner than Lando thought after all. 

Lando, ever the showman, leaned into the microphone again with a wink. “Loch Ness Merch Drop coming soon!”

Oscar laughed, shaking his head in mock exasperation. “I swear, Lando…”

The moderator, now clearly enjoying the banter, smiled at the crowd. “Thank you, guys. Oscar, you’ve definitely given us some good material for today’s session!”

Oscar, still grinning but shaking his head at Lando, laughed along. “I regret every word I said.”

Lando, on the other hand, was still in stitches. “Nah, mate. This is gold. I’ll never let you live it down.”

Oscar buried his face in his hands once more, but he couldn’t suppress the smile that tugged at his lips. The crowd erupted in laughter, and for a brief moment, Oscar could only laugh along with them—Nessie or not, this was one conversation that would follow him for a long time.

[ink-stainedkiss]

On Campus: The Prize of Affection

pairing: Geto x Reader x Gojo

← 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 / 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝟐 / 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 →

Contents: college au, SLOW BURN, fluff + angst + smut, alcohol, frat parties, attempts of spiking, harassment, some violence, jealousy, pining, flirting, MULTI ENDS, happy ending.

This had to be a sick joke or loads of insane coincidences, but could you really be stumbling upon the very people you swore to not to? It had been a few days since that galling entrance. You were losing your mind. Never before had you seen them on campus, but all of a sudden they are appearing at the same place you roam. Not only did their conversations behind you get louder, as if they wanted you to turn and speak, but you were sure they were following you. Okay, maybe that was a stretch. They didn’t even know you. They have their own lives. I need to stop worrying about them. That motto lived rent free in your head, but it didn’t help.

Just the other day you were in the library, picking out books that will help for the test coming up, and you heard two voices talking quite loudly in the aisle next to you. “Why are we even here again?” A male whined. Your hand, which was reaching toward another book, halted,” I wanna get back to the house, I'm supposed to be beating Sukuna’s high score.” A groan bubbled in your throat, you knew that voice, but they were so close. So stepping away from the shelf, you quickly exited the section.

You kept your head down as you passed by the open space, praying they wouldn’t notice you, but the pause in the white-haired man’s speech made the conclusion obvious. Your pace picked up and you were out of the building in a few seconds flat. Honestly, you weren’t sure why you needed to get away from them. They were extremely popular and you had called one of them an asshole, so it was not a good impression on your part. He deserved it. Maybe you were just nervous that they would confront you and share amused glances like you were some sort of child trying to explain your feelings.

So with that mentality, you were fine with staying away from them. It sucked that you shared a class with them both and oddly enough the seats behind you became their permanent spots. For some reason, they have gotten more comfortable, acting like you guys are somewhat friends. One lecture, you were peacefully writing down some notes, when you felt a small poke on your back.

Your face creased in discomfort and you turned around, finding the same white haired man staring at you happily,”Hey, what's the date?” The look on your features was something of complete disappointment,”Don’t you have a laptop right in front of you?”

Your question was extremely rhetorical, but he still had to audacity to glance down to the open screen, and shake his head,”It’s broken,” You sighed begrudgingly, knowing it’s better to just give in rather than go back and forth,” It’s the third of October.” He showed off his pearly whites in satisfaction,”Thank you,”

You didn’t respond, instead turning back to your own work. His friends' snickers were very audible even as you tried to ignore them and that ‘broken’ laptop was clacking very loudly behind you for the rest to the lesson.

𖤓

“-and they didn’t even apologize. I don’t know how Yaga put up with it.” You complained to Choso, who had to endure your rant for the past thirty minutes. It was fine, since he was just amused by your salty face. While the two of you cleaned some glassware in the back, Choso spoke up,”What were their names again?” You let out a small groan,”No clue. I didn’t bother asking them.”

Your coworker was thinking hard, trying to add names to the vague descriptions you gave him,”You said one of them had white hair?” You glanced at him with a curious look,”Yeah, why?” Choso chewed on his inner cheek, pausing his work for only a second,”Do you know if they are in a frat?”

Thinking back to the library, you gave a half-sure shrug,”Um, I think so. I remember the blue-eyed one saying he wanted to get home and beat a Sukuna’s high score.” Choso let out an ‘ahh’ sound, finally connecting the pieces,”Yep. I know exactly who you are talking about.” Your eyes widened, how well known were these guys?

“The white haired one is Satoru Gojo and his friend is Suguru Geto, I'm shocked you didn’t even know that.” Choso commented,”He’s the captain of the school’s volleyball team, holds the record for most winning spikes.” Now that you think about it—who you now know as Gojo—is pretty fit. He usually wears baggy clothes, but the bulk he was carrying under it was very noticeable. It’s not like you were staring at him. No, of course not.

“Also, that frat he’s in, isn’t just a regular thing, it’s like the biggest party house to date.” Choso explained with a small chuckle,”Before we were students here, my other friends told me about the ragers they would throw each week.” Scoffing, you showed no shock to his words,”So what? It sounds like every other frat house around here.”

He shook his head,”Well they aren’t. You would think that they would throw parties every night, but they only do it once or twice every week. It’s not just alcohol and balloons, they do crazy shit.” Your attention was grabbed, but you didn’t make it known,”Like what?” Choso smirked at you,”Have you ever heard fireworks go off in the night?”

You nodded. It was true, you had heard the continuous popping and the loud whistles, but you thought it was multiple different houses,”That’s them. They smuggle dangerous fireworks into the house and if you ever get invited to their parties, you can see the burn marks on the back of the home.” Your face shifted into something of worry,”Do they not get in trouble?”

“No, a lot of the members are loaded and their parents give their money to the school’s organizations and stuff.” You set down the cup you had been wiping down for a few solid minutes and dropped your head down,”Great, so I basically made an enemy of someone who can pay the board to get me kicked off campus.” Choso grabbed your glass and set it away,”I think you’re being a bit dramatic.” “What would you know?” You glared, rising from the counter.

“Hey, we are ready to order.” A polite voice called from the front. Choso was already heading deeper into the kitchen, leaving you to take care of the customer. You sighed, pushing back any pesky fly-always and forced a content smile onto your face. Your head was still swimming with thoughts,”Hey, sorry about the wait, what can-“ It was only till the last second that you raised your head.

As if speaking them into existence, there they were, standing just in front of the counter. Gojo and Geto. Your jaw was slack as you stared at them both. Gojo had his eyes up on the board above you, but Geto raised a brow at your surprised face. Blinking away your shock, you pushed the rest of your sentence out,”What can I get started for you?” Geto gave you a smirk but didn’t say anything about your odd interaction.

“Can I just get a buttered croissant with a medium black coffee?” Geto asked simply. You nodded, pressing with shaky fingers on the tablet. Geto nudged his friend, who finally looked away from the sign. Gojo opened his mouth to order, but then his eyes landed on you. He tilted his head with a smug grin on his face. Oh, he definitely remembered you. With a sudden found confidence, Gojo opened his mouth again,”I just want a large mocha, please.”

Giving a curt nod, you barely make eye contact with either one of them. You opened your mouth to tell them it would be a minute, but then Gojo cut you off,”Actually, do you have any good pastries?” Raising a confused brow, you gestured to the small container full of treats,”There’s some right here.” Gojo let out a small laugh,”I know, but I'm wondering if you have a favorite.” His intense gaze never left yours and you tried to turn back to the display case, but you couldn’t,”I guess the cheese danishes are a good pick.”

His lips twisted into a mocking frown,”But I'm in the mood for something sweet.” Your jaw tightened and you ripped your eyes off his,”I’ll go start on those drinks while you decide.” Whipping around, you trudged to the back, a blush rising to your cheeks. What did you do to deserve this? It was almost closing time, there were only a few people in the shop, and they just decided now was a perfect time to stroll in for some coffee? Your embarrassment intensified as you heard two quiet laughs.

Really, you could have just said you were out of everything, but that wouldn’t be believable. So, putting your unease aside, you loaded the coffee maker. It only took a few minutes and as you were placing the cold foam over the mocha, you wondered if they treated every girl like this. Probably and they all must just drool over their stupid antics. Seriously, was this supposed to be cute? I mean, they aren’t terrible to look at. Your eyes widened at your own thoughts. It took a second to collect yourself, but as you recalled, you weren’t necessarily wrong.

You didn’t have a crush on them, they were just pleasing to watch. It’s kinda like passing by the window of a boutique, it just didn’t hurt to admire. Steps behind you pulled your attention away and you let out a sigh of relief. Choso had come back from his hiding spot,”Hey, Choso. My dearest best friend.” A look of pure unamusement fell onto his face at the title you gave him,”You love me right?”

“Not enough to do whatever you’re about to ask me.” He retorted, making you scoff,”It’s not even hard, all I need you to do is hand these drinks and a croissant to these nice customers.” Sadly, you couldn’t hide the twitch in your eye at the final word. Choso was clearly suspicious and he casually stepped near the doorway where the two ‘nice’ men stood. He got one good look at the friends and barked out a laugh.

Immediately, you raced over, slapping your hand over his mouth and dragging him away. Choso continued to laugh once you stopped pulling,”Who would have guessed they actually showed up?” He snickered, turning to glance at them once more,”Shut up. Can you please just give them their stuff? I swear I won’t ask anything else of you.” Your coworker snorted at the absurd claim,”That’s a lie, but are you telling me you’re too scared to give them their drinks?”

“I’m not scared you idiot. I’m just annoyed by them.” Choso hummed,”Not even five minutes and they already got under your skin, huh?” You turned back to the drinks, placing them in your hands,”Yeah, whatever, but can you just do this one thing for me?” Choso looked between the cups and the doorway,”I would love to,” Your eyes sparkled with hope,”But I have dishes to do.”

Your hopes were crushed instantly. As he walked away, frustration seeped into your voice,”You don’t even like doing the dishes, you just don’t want to help me out.” Choso’s back was already facing you,”What? Sorry, can’t hear you over the faucet.” If you could, your stare would have sliced right through his head,”You aren’t even near a sink you dick!”

An irate groan pushed past your lips and you unfortunately had to bring the two their items. Stuffing the two cups along with the bagged croissant into your hands, you prayed it would go quick. They definitely waited longer than intended, but you didn’t care. Just give them their drinks and go. You repeated the sentence over and over until you faced them again.

Thankfully, they had moved away from the counter and were talking next to a tall table, but when you set down their items, both of them looked over. You got the tablet ready, waiting for either of them to walk over and pay. In your mind you hoped Geto would collect their drinks, since he seemed the more bearable out of the two, but as your luck would have it, Gojo strolled over looking as pleased as ever. You stifled an annoyed sigh,”Ever decide on that pastry?”

He gave a sad look,”I think i’m fine for today, but maybe next time i’ll get one.” There was a slight undertone to his words, but you couldn’t pick up on it. Not that you wanted to,”Great to hear. Your total will be 12.39.” Gojo pulled out his wallet and you truly shouldn’t have been surprised at his card. It was purely black and when he placed it into your open palm, you felt the cold metal on your skin. Choso was right about these guys being loaded.

But Gojo was in college like you, how the hell did he get his hands on this? When you swiped, you made a guess it was his parents, surely they had extras lying around the home. As expected, the card showed no struggle to pay and a green check mark appeared. The receipts whirred out and you swiftly handed him the paper,”Have a nice night.”

Your tone was as bland as ever, but Gojo still gave you a genuine smile back,”You too.” Gojo reached for his order, though he kept direct eye contact throughout it all. You were confused and a bit weirded out. Thankfully, he grabbed his things and left quickly, only turning back to give you a tiny wave. What a weirdo. As they got closer to the door, your eyes caught something white on the counter. You looked down and noticed a folded piece of paper. Of course he just had to leave behind his trash. You lifted the parchment and tried to call him back,”Hey, you forgot something!”

Rudely, he just kept walking, not even hesitating as he exited the shop with Geto. So he can hear a whisper, but not a shout? Your teeth gritted together, but as you were about to toss the litter away, you saw a darker scribble that had bled through the middle of the paper. Glancing back at the door to see if they actually left, you unfolded the wrapper and read its contents.

Xxx-xxx-0827

Call me sometime, Sweets

Xoxo, “Asshole” <3

There’s absolutely no way…

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Caught by Fire (the acceptance)

- Summary: A story where Daemon's daughter falls from the sky. And by some strange events orchestrated by fate, Otto catches you.

- Pairing: targ!reader/Otto Hightower

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Previous part: the meddling

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The corridor was quiet, save for the soft echo of footsteps against the polished stone floor. Otto Hightower walked at a measured pace, his hands clasped tightly behind his back, his thoughts preoccupied with the latest council matters. He had avoided the gardens and most of the court’s more leisurely gatherings for days, deliberately keeping himself occupied with tasks that would shield him from unwanted encounters—especially with you.

But fate had other plans.

He turned a corner sharply and came to an abrupt halt. There you were, standing near one of the tall windows, your silver hair gleaming in the soft light that streamed through the glass. You were dressed simply compared to the finery of court��your gown was a pale lavender with minimal adornment—but you looked no less regal for it. You seemed lost in thought, gazing out at the city below.

Otto’s breath caught, his usual composure faltering. For a moment, he considered turning around and leaving before you noticed him. But then your gaze shifted, catching his movement, and it was too late.

“Lord Hightower,” you greeted, your voice warm but tinged with something else—curiosity, perhaps.

“Princess,” Otto replied, inclining his head. His tone was formal, but there was no disguising the awkwardness in his posture. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”

“You’re not intruding,” you said, turning fully to face him. “I was only… taking a moment to think.”

“As we all must, from time to time,” Otto said, his words carefully chosen. He stepped closer, though he kept a respectful distance. “The city is quieter from up here. Easier to reflect.”

You smiled faintly, your eyes studying him. “I suppose you don’t often allow yourself such moments, do you?”

Otto hesitated, his gaze dropping briefly before meeting yours again. “The demands of the realm rarely permit it.”

“That’s what Alicent said,” you remarked, your tone light but deliberate.

Otto stiffened slightly, the mention of his daughter sending a ripple of discomfort through him. “Did she?”

“She spoke of you fondly,” you continued, stepping closer. “She told me about your dedication, your sacrifices. She seems to admire you greatly.”

Otto’s throat tightened. He could feel the weight of your gaze, and he was acutely aware of how close you stood. “Alicent is… kind. Perhaps too kind, at times.”

“I don’t think so,” you said softly. “She seems honest. And what she told me… it made me see you differently.”

Otto’s pulse quickened, though he kept his expression carefully neutral. “Differently?”

You nodded, your tone thoughtful. “You’ve always seemed so… untouchable. Unshakable. But hearing about what you’ve endured, how much you’ve given… It reminded me that even the strongest among us are human.”

Otto felt a strange mixture of emotions—pride, shame, and a deep unease he couldn’t quite name. “The realm demands much of those who serve it,” he said quietly. “But that is no excuse to impose those burdens on others.”

“You don’t impose,” you said firmly. “You carry them silently. Too silently, perhaps.”

He glanced away, the words striking uncomfortably close to truths he tried to ignore. “Silence is often necessary.”

“But not always,” you countered, stepping closer still. “Sometimes, it’s better to share the weight.”

Otto looked at you then, truly looked, and the earnestness in your eyes left him momentarily unmoored. He wanted to say something—anything—but the words wouldn’t come.

The silence stretched, and you tilted your head slightly, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Have I unsettled you, Lord Hightower?”

Otto exhaled sharply, a faint, self-deprecating smile crossing his face. “Perhaps a little, Princess. It’s not often I find myself at a loss for words.”

“Good,” you said lightly, though your tone carried warmth. “It’s nice to know you’re not entirely impervious.”

Before he could respond, a servant appeared at the far end of the corridor, bowing deeply. “Princess, Lord Hightower, the king requests your presence in the solar.”

You turned back to Otto, your expression unreadable. “Duty calls, as always.”

“As always,” Otto murmured, inclining his head. “Shall we?”

You nodded, and the two of you walked together down the corridor, the silence between you no longer awkward but laden with something unspoken. Otto felt unsteady—and he wasn’t entirely sure if he welcomed or dreaded the feeling.

The walk to the royal solar was a quiet one, the sound of your footsteps and Otto's echoing faintly in the stone corridors. The tension that lingered between you was subtle but undeniable, an unspoken current that neither of you acknowledged but both clearly felt.

When you reached the heavy oak doors, a steward opened them with a low bow, gesturing for you to enter. The solar was bathed in the soft light of late afternoon, the large windows offering a breathtaking view of the city below. King Viserys sat at the head of a small table, his expression tired but warm as he looked up to greet you both.

“Ah, there you are,” Viserys said, gesturing for you and Otto to join him. “Please, come. Sit.”

You moved to the seat nearest the king, your gown flowing gracefully behind you as you took your place. Otto hesitated briefly before seating himself across from you, his posture as rigid as ever.

The table was modestly set, with a pitcher of wine, three goblets, and a platter of figs and almonds. Viserys poured himself a goblet, then motioned for you both to do the same.

“I thought it best to discuss a matter of some importance in a more private setting,” Viserys began, his tone casual but his words deliberate. “The court is too noisy for conversations such as these.”

You exchanged a glance with Otto, his expression carefully neutral. “Of course, Your Grace,” you said softly.

Viserys leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming lightly on the table. “You’ve both seen how the lords of the realm have been clamoring lately. Every day, new petitions arrive for Rhaenyra’s hand—and yours,” he added, his gaze flickering to you.

You inclined your head slightly, keeping your tone measured. “It seems the realm is never short of ambition, Your Grace.”

Viserys chuckled, though it lacked true mirth. “That’s one way to put it. Daemon, of course, has made his thoughts on the matter abundantly clear.”

Otto’s jaw tightened slightly, though he remained silent. Viserys’s gaze shifted to him, and he leaned forward, his tone more serious now.

“Tell me, Otto, what do you make of all this? These endless suitors vying for the princess’s hand?”

Otto chose his words carefully, his voice steady and deliberate. “The lords of the realm see opportunity in a match with the princess, Your Grace. It is a chance to tie themselves to the Targaryen dynasty and solidify their influence. But whether their intentions are purely for the good of the realm… is another matter.”

Viserys nodded slowly, his expression contemplative. “And do you think Daemon is right to reject them all outright?”

“I think Prince Daemon is protective of his daughter,” Otto said carefully. “Perhaps overly so. But his caution is not without merit. A match of this significance requires… careful consideration.”

You watched the exchange, noting the slight tension in Otto’s posture and the deliberate way he chose his words. It was clear he was treading carefully, though his usual confidence was still evident.

“And you, niece?” Viserys asked, turning his attention to you. “What are your thoughts on these… suitors?”

You hesitated, choosing your words with care. “Many of them seem more interested in what I represent than in who I am, Your Grace. It’s difficult to see sincerity in their words when they all sound the same.”

Viserys sighed, rubbing his temple. “I feared as much. This is the curse of our house, I suppose. To be desired for our dragons and our name, rather than for ourselves.”

A silence settled over the room, broken only by the faint crackle of the fire. Finally, Viserys leaned forward, his tone softening.

“You know,” he said, looking between the two of you, “I’ve always admired those who serve the realm not for ambition, but for duty. People who see the bigger picture, who understand what’s truly at stake.”

Otto inclined his head, his voice calm. “The realm always comes first, Your Grace. That is our duty.”

“And it’s a heavy one,” Viserys said, his gaze lingering on Otto. “You’ve carried it well, Otto. But even the strongest of us need… allies.”

Otto’s expression remained neutral, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—uncertainty, perhaps, or unease. You glanced at him, sensing the weight of the king’s words and the subtle implications they carried.

“Princess,” Viserys said, turning back to you, his tone warm. “You have a sharp mind and a strong spirit. I trust that whatever path you choose, it will be one that strengthens the realm.”

You inclined your head, your voice steady. “Thank you, Your Grace. I will do my best to honor that trust.”

Viserys smiled faintly, though his expression was tinged with weariness. “Good. That’s all I can ask.”

The conversation shifted then, moving to lighter topics—the state of the city, the latest developments in the Riverlands—but the weight of the earlier discussion lingered. Otto remained quiet for much of it, his usual confidence muted by a strange tension.

When the meeting finally concluded, and you rose to leave, Viserys offered a parting smile. “Thank you both for your counsel. It’s always appreciated.”

As you stepped into the corridor, Otto lingered behind for a moment, his expression thoughtful. You glanced back at him, your gaze meeting his briefly before you turned and walked away.

Otto exhaled deeply, running a hand over his face as he stood in the doorway. The king’s words echoed in his mind, stirring emotions he would rather have ignored. He had spent a lifetime serving the realm, putting duty above all else. But now, for the first time, he found himself questioning whether his path was as unshakable as he’d once believed.

Rhaenyra Targaryen sat comfortably in one of the high-backed chairs, a goblet of wine cradled in her hand. Her silver hair spilled over her shoulders, and her expression was thoughtful, though there was a hint of mischief in her violet eyes.

Daemon Targaryen, leaning against the mantle, swirled his own goblet idly, his features illuminated by the firelight. He looked as he always did—untamed, exuding both menace and charm. But the faint scowl on his face betrayed his irritation.

“You’re brooding, Uncle,” Rhaenyra teased, breaking the silence. “It doesn’t suit you.”

Daemon shot her a sharp look but said nothing. He took a sip of his wine instead, his eyes flickering to the flames. Rhaenyra studied him for a moment before smirking.

“You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?” she asked, her tone laced with amusement.

Daemon stiffened slightly, though he tried to hide it. “Who?”

“Your daughter,” Rhaenyra said, setting her goblet down on the table beside her. “She’s all anyone seems to talk about these days. Her suitors, her future… even the court can’t seem to keep her name out of their mouths.”

“She’s my concern, not theirs,” Daemon said flatly, his tone carrying an edge. “And I’ve made it clear to Viserys that she’s not to be treated like some bargaining chip.”

Rhaenyra tilted her head, her smirk deepening. “You’ve certainly made your opinions known, Uncle. But it seems not everyone is taking them to heart.”

Daemon’s eyes narrowed, and he turned to face her fully. “What are you talking about?”

Rhaenyra leaned back in her chair, her expression turning more serious. “I saw her earlier today. She was speaking with Otto Hightower.”

Daemon’s grip on his goblet tightened, his lips pressing into a thin line. “And?”

“And,” Rhaenyra said, drawing out the word, “they seemed… close. Not improper, of course, but there was a certain familiarity. A warmth, even.”

Daemon’s scowl deepened. “Hightower has no business speaking to her.”

“Oh, I don’t think it was a mere coincidence,” Rhaenyra said, her tone turning thoughtful. “Especially since I saw Alicent hovering around her just a few days ago.”

At that, Daemon’s eyes flashed with anger. “Alicent too? What game are they playing?”

Rhaenyra shrugged, though there was a glint of mischief in her eyes. “I couldn’t say. But it seems strange, doesn’t it? Alicent rarely takes an interest in anyone outside her immediate circle, and Otto… well, he’s not exactly the sociable type.”

Daemon set his goblet down on the mantle with more force than necessary. “Whatever their intentions, they’d best remember who she is—and who I am.”

Rhaenyra smiled faintly, though there was a flicker of concern in her gaze. “You can’t protect her from everything, Uncle. She’s a grown woman now, and the court will always find ways to pull her into its games.”

“She’s not a piece on their board,” Daemon said firmly. “And I’ll make damn sure they understand that.”

Rhaenyra sighed, picking up her goblet again and swirling the wine thoughtfully. “You can’t control everything, Daemon. She’s your daughter, yes, but she’s also her own person. She’ll make her own choices, whether you like them or not.”

“She’s still my blood,” Daemon growled. “And I’ll burn anyone who tries to use her.”

“Even Otto?” Rhaenyra asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Especially Otto,” Daemon said darkly.

Rhaenyra chuckled softly, shaking her head. “You’re impossible, Uncle.”

“And you’re meddlesome,” Daemon shot back, though his tone lacked true venom.

Rhaenyra raised her goblet in a mock toast. “Meddlesome, perhaps. But I’m also right. You’d do well to remember that.”

Daemon muttered something under his breath, turning back to the fire. His mind raced, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. The thought of Otto Hightower—or anyone, for that matter—trying to ingratiate themselves with you was enough to ignite his infamous temper.

But as much as he hated to admit it, Rhaenyra’s words lingered in his mind. You were not a child anymore. And while he could fight off suitors and rivals, he couldn’t shield you from the choices you would inevitably make.

Still, one thing was certain: Otto Hightower had better tread carefully. Daemon would not tolerate any overreach, no matter how subtle.

Otto Hightower walked with his usual measured pace, his thoughts preoccupied with the day’s council matters. He had spent the evening pouring over reports in his solar, but something compelled him to step out and clear his mind before retiring for the night.

He turned a corner near the east wing, heading toward the Tower of the Hand, when a shadow moved in the dim light. Before Otto could react, Prince Daemon Targaryen stepped into his path, his silver hair gleaming even in the low light. His dark violet eyes were sharp and cold, his stance relaxed yet exuding a barely contained menace.

“Lord Hightower,” Daemon said, his voice low and dripping with false cordiality. “Out for a stroll?”

Otto stopped, his composure unshaken despite the hostility in the air. “Prince Daemon,” he replied calmly. “To what do I owe this… encounter?”

Daemon smirked, though there was no warmth in it. He stepped closer, his boots echoing softly against the stone floor. “We’ve had this conversation before, haven’t we?”

Otto tilted his head slightly, his expression impassive. “If you’re referring to your earlier warnings, I remember them well.”

“Good,” Daemon said, his voice dropping lower. “Then you’ll also remember what I said would happen if you ignored them.”

Otto’s fingers tightened slightly behind his back, though he kept his tone steady. “I recall your warnings, my prince. And I’ve made no move to defy you.”

Daemon chuckled darkly, taking another step closer until they were mere feet apart. “No move? Is that what you call it? Speaking with her in the gardens, lingering in her presence, sending her gifts. Shall I continue?”

Otto’s lips thinned, his thoughts racing even as his expression remained calm. “I have done nothing improper.”

“Improper?” Daemon repeated mockingly, his smirk widening. “Spare me your pretenses, Hightower. I see what you’re doing. I see the way you look at her.”

For a moment, there was silence, the weight of Daemon’s words hanging heavily in the air. Otto could feel the prince’s piercing gaze on him, cutting and unrelenting. And for the first time, Otto made no effort to deny it.

“You’re right,” Otto said quietly, his voice measured but resolute.

Daemon froze, his smirk faltering as his eyes narrowed. “What did you just say?”

“I said you’re right,” Otto repeated, meeting Daemon’s gaze without flinching. “I care for her. More than I should.”

The tension between them crackled like a live wire. Daemon took another step forward, his face inches from Otto’s now. “Do you have a death wish, Hightower?” he growled, his voice barely above a whisper. “Because that’s what this is. A slow, agonizing death.”

Otto’s jaw tightened, but he refused to back down. “I have served the realm my entire life, Prince Daemon. I have sacrificed everything—my family, my happiness, my own desires—for the good of the kingdom. But this… this is not something I chose. It simply is.”

Daemon’s hands curled into fists at his sides, his entire body coiled like a spring ready to snap. “She’s my daughter,” he hissed. “My blood. Do you think I’ll stand by while you drag her into whatever twisted scheme you’ve concocted?”

“This is no scheme,” Otto said firmly. “And I would never dishonor her—or you. My feelings, however inconvenient, are genuine.”

Daemon’s laughter was cold and humorless. “Genuine? You think that matters? She’s a Targaryen princess, Hightower. She’s fire and blood. And you are nothing more than a servant of the realm.”

“A servant who has given his life to protect it,” Otto shot back, his voice rising slightly. “I understand the difference between us, Prince Daemon. I understand what I am. But that doesn’t change the truth.”

Daemon’s eyes blazed with fury, his breathing shallow and rapid. For a moment, Otto thought he might strike him. But then, with a sharp exhale, Daemon stepped back, his smirk returning, though it was colder than ever.

“You’ve overplayed your hand, Hightower,” Daemon said, his voice laced with venom. “Whatever game you think you’re playing, remember this: I will not let you—or anyone—manipulate her. If I even suspect that you’re trying to twist this to your advantage, I’ll put you in the ground myself.”

Otto inclined his head, his tone calm but unyielding. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

Daemon stared at him for a long moment, the silence between them thick with unspoken threats. Finally, he turned on his heel, his cloak billowing behind him as he strode away.

Otto remained standing in the corridor long after Daemon had gone, his thoughts a whirlwind of conflict and determination. He had faced many challenges in his life, but this… this was a battle unlike any other. And he knew the cost of losing it could be far greater than he was willing to pay.

The throne room of the Red Keep was bustling with the usual chaos of court. Lords and ladies lined the hall, their voices blending into a constant hum of petitions, grievances, and flattery aimed at King Viserys I. The king sat atop the Iron Throne, his expression weary as he listened to yet another noble drone on about grain levies in the Riverlands. Beside him stood Ser Harrold Westerling, the ever-watchful Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.

Amidst the mundane court proceedings, Daemon Targaryen leaned casually against one of the pillars near the dais, his face a mask of barely concealed disdain. Having been ordered to attend court by Viserys earlier that morning, Daemon was already on edge. His confrontation with Otto Hightower the previous night still simmered in his thoughts, and the constant buzzing of suitors vying for his daughter’s hand had done nothing to soothe his temper.

It was into this tense atmosphere that Lord Borros Baratheon stepped forward, his booming voice cutting through the din of the hall.

“Your Grace,” Borros began, his deep baritone carrying easily across the room. “I come before you not for myself, but for my eldest son, Elwood. He is a fine knight, strong and loyal, and I would humbly request that you consider him as a match for your niece, the princess.”

The room quieted instantly. All eyes turned to Viserys, who looked visibly uncomfortable. Before he could respond, Daemon pushed off the pillar, his face darkening as he strode toward the center of the hall.

“Enough,” Daemon said sharply, his voice like a whip crack. “I’ve told you lot before—my daughter is not a prize to be handed out at court.”

Borros bristled, his thick brows drawing together in irritation. “Prince Daemon, I mean no disrespect. This is a matter of alliance, of strengthening ties between—”

“I don’t care about your alliances,” Daemon interrupted, his tone growing more heated. “And I certainly don’t care about your son. My daughter is not some token to be bartered for your ambitions.”

“Daemon,” Viserys said warningly from the throne, his voice low. “Enough.”

But Daemon wasn’t listening. He stepped closer to Borros, his dark violet eyes blazing with fury. “If your son is half the man you claim, perhaps he should prove it in battle rather than hiding behind his father’s titles.”

Gasps rippled through the court, and Borros’s face turned red with anger. “You insult my house, Prince Daemon. Baratheons are no cowards.”

“Then act like it,” Daemon sneered. “Stop groveling for scraps and show some spine.”

“Daemon!” Viserys’s voice rang out, his tone filled with authority. He rose from the Iron Throne, his expression thunderous. “That is enough!”

The room fell silent, the weight of the king’s anger settling over the crowd. Daemon turned to face his brother, his defiance clear in the set of his jaw.

“Your temper does the realm no favors,” Viserys said coldly. “This is not the way we conduct ourselves at court.”

Daemon smirked, though it lacked its usual charm. “Then perhaps the court should stop insulting my family.”

Viserys descended the steps of the throne, stopping just short of Daemon. His voice was low but firm as he spoke. “Leave, Daemon. Now. Before you make this worse.”

For a moment, it seemed as though Daemon might argue, but the tension in the air was palpable. Finally, with a muttered curse, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the hall, his cloak billowing behind him.

The court remained silent, all eyes on Viserys as he turned to face Lord Borros, who stood rigid with anger.

“My apologies, Lord Baratheon,” Viserys said, his tone conciliatory. “My brother’s temper is… unfortunate, but I assure you, his words do not reflect the sentiments of the crown.”

Borros hesitated, clearly struggling to contain his frustration. “Your Grace, I meant no offense. My son’s intentions are honorable.”

“I have no doubt of that,” Viserys said quickly, his expression earnest. “But you must understand—my niece’s future is a sensitive matter. Prince Daemon’s… protectiveness can sometimes blind him to the nuances of courtly matters.”

“Protectiveness is one word for it,” Borros muttered under his breath, though loud enough for those nearby to hear.

Viserys chose to ignore the comment, instead gesturing for a servant to bring wine. “Let us not allow this incident to sour relations between our houses. Please, join me for a drink, and we can discuss matters of mutual interest.”

Borros hesitated but finally inclined his head. “As you wish, Your Grace.”

As the animosity in the room eased slightly, Viserys returned to his throne, his shoulders slumping with the weight of the day’s events. He cast a glance toward Otto Hightower, who stood at his usual post near the dais, his expression carefully neutral.

“We’ll need to smooth this over further,” Viserys murmured to Otto, his voice low enough that only the Hand could hear. “The last thing we need is to alienate the Baratheons.”

“Of course, Your Grace,” Otto said smoothly. “I’ll ensure the matter is handled delicately.”

As the court resumed its hum of activity, Viserys leaned back in his seat, exhaustion etched into his features. Otto Hightower remained near the dais, his eyes sweeping the hall. Though the immediate tension had abated with Daemon’s stormy exit, the undercurrent of unease lingered. Lords exchanged murmurs in hushed tones, and the servants moved with extra care, as if the very walls of the Red Keep had absorbed the prince’s fury.

Viserys, seated once more on the Iron Throne, looked weary beyond his years. His fingers drummed absently on the cold metal armrest as he leaned toward Otto, signaling him closer.

Otto stepped forward, bowing slightly. “Your Grace.”

Viserys sighed heavily, his voice low and tinged with frustration. “My brother grows more reckless by the day. This outburst… it’s an insult not only to Lord Borros but to the court itself.”

Otto inclined his head, his tone carefully neutral. “Prince Daemon’s temper has always been his greatest flaw. Yet his… protectiveness of his daughter is not without reason. He sees threats in every shadow.”

Viserys frowned, his gaze drifting to the far end of the hall where Lord Borros still lingered, speaking with a cluster of bannermen. “Even so, his behavior undermines our efforts to maintain unity. I cannot have the crown perceived as divided.”

“Unity is paramount, Your Grace,” Otto agreed. “But if I may speak plainly?”

Viserys waved a hand wearily. “Speak.”

“Prince Daemon’s presence here in King’s Landing is as much a liability as it is an asset,” Otto said, his voice quiet but firm. “He provokes the court, alienates powerful houses, and complicates matters that require delicate handling. His outburst today, though directed at Lord Borros, casts a shadow over your reign.”

Viserys’s lips pressed into a thin line. “You would have me send him away again? To exile him as I did before?”

“I merely suggest that his presence here be… limited,” Otto said diplomatically. “Perhaps he could return to Dragonstone or undertake a task outside the capital. Somewhere his passions might be better spent.”

Viserys rubbed his temples, clearly torn. “Daemon is still my brother, Otto. And he is still the father of my niece. If I send him away now, it will only deepen the rift between us.”

Otto paused, his gaze flickering briefly toward you, who were still seated among the courtiers, your calm demeanor in stark contrast to the chaos that had unfolded earlier. His tone softened slightly.

“Your Grace, your bond with your brother is undeniable. But the decisions you make now must be for the good of the realm, not just for the sake of familial ties. The matter of the princess’s future is delicate, and Daemon’s interference only complicates it further.”

Viserys followed Otto’s gaze, his expression conflicted. “I know. Gods help me, I know. But Daemon will not yield on this. He’s as stubborn as our father was—perhaps more so.”

Otto stepped closer, lowering his voice further. “Then perhaps the solution lies in clarity. If the princess’s future is decided—secure—there will be no room for disputes. Daemon’s protectiveness will have no target.”

Viserys raised an eyebrow, his tone tinged with suspicion. “You speak as though the matter can be settled so easily.”

“Not easily, Your Grace,” Otto said, bowing his head slightly. “But decisively.”

Viserys leaned back, exhaling deeply. “And who would you suggest, Otto? Who among these lords is worthy of her hand, in your esteemed opinion?”

Otto hesitated, his thoughts racing. He knew the answer he wanted to give but also understood the danger of voicing it. “That decision rests with you, Your Grace. But it should be a choice that strengthens the crown and calms the court.”

Viserys studied him for a moment, his gaze piercing. “You tread carefully, Otto.”

“As I must,” Otto replied evenly. “For the good of the realm.”

The king sighed again, his weariness evident. “Very well. I will consider what you’ve said. But for now, I need to speak with Lord Borros. I cannot afford to lose his favor.”

“Of course, Your Grace,” Otto said with a bow. “Shall I summon him?”

“No,” Viserys said, rising slowly from the throne. “This is a mess I must clean myself.”

As the king descended the steps of the dais, Otto stepped back, watching as Viserys approached Lord Borros with a conciliatory air. The court shifted its attention to the pair, whispers rippling through the crowd.

Otto remained still, his expression unreadable as his thoughts churned. The day had been more chaotic than even he had anticipated, and Daemon’s outburst only confirmed what he already knew: the prince was a volatile force, and his grip on you—on your future—was unshakable.

But Otto was nothing if not patient. And in the quiet of his mind, he began to formulate the next move in a game that required precision, subtlety, and, most of all, resolve.

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Bad Girl

Summary: To those who hate being called a 'nice little girl' (;

Rating: PG14

Requested Song: “Bad Girl” by Sickick

Requester: @bri_lostinharmony (wattpad)

Note: I needed some additional assistance on this one so I'll give the spoiler at the end note LOL

Not encouraging the use of alcohol, but it’s really the best way to help you get out of your shy state when it came to large crowds and spotlight moments. You weren’t exactly sure why you were even at this stupid party- it’s not like Tony wont have another one next weekend.. like he did every weekend.

Perhaps its because you wanted to stay true to your word- new year, new you type of vibe. You wanted new experiences, new memories.. something fresh.. it’s just hard to do so when a certain god of mischief made it his mission to ruin the groove of things any chance he could.

Nat often teased you that it was because he liked you.. but how could one go about earning your affections when they spouted annoyance first? Perhaps forgetting all that.. he was quite attractive, you liked his subtle gentleman moments.. but overall his ‘pain in the ass’ moments took over the rest.

Even now you could tell he entered the room without even having to turn around from the bar. His dark, stiff presence for everyone else merely just filled you with a hint of annoyance more than anything. Yet if you were truly being honest with yourself, you had that strange butterfly feeling in your chest and stomach whenever you were around him. not that he needs to know..

‘��I’m surprised to find you here,’’ his familiar voice commenting behind you before your vision finds him taking a seat on the bar stool beside you.

‘’I live here.’’ You stated plainly, the obvious being stated that the party was being held at Stark’s tower in which you all resided at and saw each other day. To prevent a ‘duh’ comment, you took another sip of the drink you had been nursing.

‘’I know that darling.’’ he chuckled and waved briefly to the bartender before he turned his body fully to be facing you, an arm resting against the bar in a complete relaxed position while the other rested against his thigh. ‘’I am referring to the fact that this doesn’t seem to be your type of setting.’’

‘’and what do you know about my preferred settings?” you asked simply, a casual yet uninterested tone filling your voice that tended to always seem to make him grin more and lessen the chance of him going away. You swore he got off on your annoyance..

‘’I know that you tend to find yourselves in quieter places, such as your room, the coffee shop down the street or even somewhere with a book.’’

Stalker vibes much.. ‘’you read a lot but here you are.’’

Loki chuckled while he looked forward and somehow guessed what you had ordered and got two of them. Once he turned back at you, he caught a glimpse of your side eye and smirked. ‘’seems we both have good taste.’’

‘’you didn’t have to do that.’’ You told him, taking another sip of your drink while you spun around to rest your back against the bar and watch the party.

‘’do what?”

‘’you are going to drink both of those?” you asked, casting a glance at him while the bartender placed both his drinks of the same beside him.

‘’why of course, did you think one of them was for you?” he smirked, taking a glass in his hand and took a generous sip while holding eye contact.

You narrowed your eyes and pushed away the embarrassed feeling while you finished off your own glass. The sliding sound caught your attention and you looked over your shoulder to find Loki having scooted the glass next to you while he moved himself to rest against the bar as well while he took in the party scene.

Most of you wanted to call him out on it, to thank him at the same time or perhaps say nothing at all while you took the glass and moved your eyes to the scene as well. People were laughing, drinking and dancing everywhere. It was quite the fun time honestly yet why did you feel more comfortable here in this moment with him?

‘’is your favorite pass time to annoy me?” you asked, probably not the best thank you but you cheered the glass to him before you brought it to your lips.

‘’I find it intriguing on how many times I could coax you out of that shell of yours.’’ He smirked while he looked over at you, his eyes daring to glance down quickly to take another look at how well your dress hugged your body.

‘’you call me a prude?” you asked simply, shifting under his wandering eye that seemed to make the dress tighter and crossed your legs to make yourself feel better.

‘’I don’t see you often in certain situations and enjoy seeing how you respond to them- whether you enjoy them or not. Each response tells me a bit more about yourself.’’ He smiled, his eyes coming back up to look at yours with another sip of his drink.

‘’why not just ask me instead?”

Theres that smirk again. He even leans a bit forward as if he was daring to whisper it while your thighs squeezed together. ‘’because most things I wish to ask will be highly inappropriate towards a nice little girl.’’

You narrowed your eyes while your body turned to face him in your seat. ‘’the things that come out of your mouth sir is not so much inappropriate as it is rude.’’

‘’not my intent darling, I am merely answering your questions.’’ He chuckled, enjoying your reactions while you continued to play right into his hand.

‘’you go about acting as if you know everything about me- act like I am some kind of quiet, boring, frickin virgin but perhaps it’s because I’ve had my time where it’s just not exciting anymore-‘’ you snap, hating how he continued to grin at you with those stupid seductive eyes while you hopped off the bar stool and stalked off, feeling those same eyes watching you.

You sought shelter with a few of your group friends, half listening to their conversations while you felt Loki’s eyes on you wherever he was. Did he think you were some good girl? Ms. good two shoes? He didn’t know you.. not the old you at least.. did others think the same thing? The more you thought, the more you drank and the more you drank, the more you swayed, the more you swayed, the closer the iron idiot got to you until he got your attention by clinking his glass with yours.

‘’glad to see you made it Y/N, bought time I found you at one of these’’ he grinned, his words slurring as well while you shared the same hard buzz.

‘’I’ve been to a few, you’ve just been preoccupied.’’ You hinted with a grin.

‘’well I thought about making my move, but I didn’t want to impose on Slender Man over there who has been trying to figure out forever on how to ask you out’’ Tony chuckled and swayed while waving a hand over yonder where Loki must have been harboring.

‘’he’s been wanting to do that?” you asked, raising a brow and hating to have to prepare a speech to tell Natasha she was right.

‘’of course- he just doesn’t want my advice for some reason’’ Tony shrugged and you bit your tongue on that one while he downed half his drink. ‘’anyway, his pass time is to come down to the labs solely to find out where you’re at, it’s just the deliverance he needs to work on’’

‘’..can I ask you something?” you asked, your hand gripping his shoulder to steady yourself while you bit your lip.

‘’anything Y/N’’ he encouraged with a shrug.

‘’… do you think I’m some good two shoes?- in a general sense.. where I’m like.. vanilla?”

‘’ohh so you’re asking if you are a good girl or a bad girl?” he laughed with a hiccup in between and you ignored the reddened cheeks at the particular terminology.

‘’sure.’’

‘’well from your past you’ve told me, you were one helluva baddy. I guess because not a lot of shit happens around here, we’ve all grown a little vanilla. Doesn’t mean you’ve lost it.’’ He encouraged with a smile while you gave him a smile back, giving him a side hug while you finished off your drink and smirked.

‘’then we gotta change that Stark. I got an idea-‘’

Loki exhaled through his nostrils, narrowing his eyes at the sight of you being buddy buddy with Stark while he brewed on the couch. If people were talking to him, he wouldn’t know. His focus was solely to push down the nauseating sight of you with Stark while he tried figuring out how to approach you again.

Did he piss you off? He for some sick reason enjoyed it.. but it wasn’t getting him any closer to winning your affections.. perhaps a proper date would be needed.. away from the tower, from the mess, the Avengers- just one on one getting to know each other would help open each other up from the favored banter. After all, there was always this feeling like there was something you weren’t telling him.. like there was something you were holding back. He never really did get your proper backstory..

The sound of the stereo being turned up and a bunch of cheering was enough to catch Loki’s attention, making him raise a brow and head to find out what all the commotion was about. It wasn’t rare to find dancers of an exotic type at Stark’s party.. but this one probably had the biggest reaction from the entire room.

He wasn’t going to be able to see with the crown surrounding the center table so he stood up, hiding his irritation while people pushed past and against him until he managed to use his heighten strength to easily move people out of his way throughout the crowd. ‘’pardon-‘’ was all he offered before his eyes rose at the being who had raised the ruckus and I practically dropped his glass with wide eyes.

Not like you had anything to prove- you spent your days not giving shits about what people thought about you. Yet all this talk about being watered down made you quite aware how you missed certain aspects about the old you. So with the right buzz and the right song Tony hooked you up with, you managed to get up on the center table and began moving your body to the music.

You didn’t remember your dress being this short but it served no negative responses as it slowly slid up your thighs more with your swaying hip movements and how you seductively would drop down and flip your hair. The heels were a nice touch, always managing to feed into your confidence while you slowly rose back up to run your hands up your body and bit your bottom lip.

You hardly paid attention to the crowd, having learned to tune them out and the alcohol and music made it easier to focus on the enjoyment of the mood. The only person you cared to watch you was staying with his hand still raised like he was holding his glass still and his parted with no words coming out. his erection was noticeable though and his wide eyes couldn’t decide what to stay on while you made eye contact with him and watched him swallow.

When it came down to the final chorus, you made sure to slowly drop down and sit on your heels, thighs spread and a hand falling forward to the table to catch yourself while your free hand moved forward to grasp Loki’s black tie and effortlessly pulled him forward, making him step forth and plant both his hands onto the table’s edge. His eyes were wide, looking up at you with every ounce of submission you’ve ever seen a man have while you ran your nose against his with glorious half lidden eyes.

‘’judge not by what you watch, but with the knowledge you are given trickster. Still think I’m a good girl?” you smirked, your voice but a whisper but knew he heard you while his lips parted and sucked in a breath.

‘’Y/N i..’’ he breathed before you slowly rose up, your hand sliding all the way tp the tip of his tie before finally letting him go, standing before you gave one purposeful hair flip to the ending beat before you walked off the table in the opposite direction.

People cheered and hollered, the stereo going back to its regular playlist while people continued drinking in a better mood. Loki stayed watching your direction, even if the crowd had long gone covered your sights.

‘’break it and you’re buying me a new one. You owe me a glass by the way.’’ Tony spoke up beside him, causing Loki to blink and freely show his annoyance while he looked his way.

‘’did you put her up to this?” he asked dryly, not at all regretting the idea but wondered if it was for Stark or some other motive..

‘’she wanted to do it. Wanted to feel like her old self again and had a fuck it moment.’’ Tony shrugged and took a sip of his endless drink so it seemed.

‘’..her old self?” Loki raised a brow.

Tony smirked at him, clearly holding information in his eyes he was eager to share- like a child unable to keep a secret. ‘’she used to be a stripper on Sakaar.’’

Loki’s eyes widened way wider than with what he had just watched just now. ‘’WHAT??!”

‘’ask her on that date Reindeer Games, she likes you to by the way.’’ Tony chuckled and nudged his shoulder before walking off.

Loki’s eyes quickly darted through the crowd, turning here and there almost frantically before he turned towards the bar he had found you originally, not even bothering to hide his still hard on until his eyes finally found you.

You had a glass in your hand with your legs crossed and back to the bar facing him. Another glass was set beside you in an empty bar stool and noticed the speed Loki picked up when he finally spotted you.

So you winked at him and raised your glass to him. 

 

Note: Additional help was the dance scene from the movie "10 Things I Hate About You" XD recommend the movie if you've never seen it

~DM a song for your own Musical Mischief one shot :D 

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Puck Bunny

Hockey player!Tommy Miller x Puck bunny!reader

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Summary: You're gonna make Tommy yours

Warnings: Fingering, leg humping, fucked with a foregein object <3, ass slapping.

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A/N first time writing Tommy with no Joel!

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He didn’t know it, but the new rookie for Texas Stars skating around below you was going to be your boyfriend. 

Tommy Miller was an often underlook member of the team, but those who knew what they were talking about saw his potential, saw the way he moved with grace despite his large build, how he kept calm under pressure, his speed and his aim. He just needed… encouragement. While all the other girls went for the men with more play time, whose sports trading cards posted more goals, or who were already names among any hockey fan, you had your eyes set on him.

It wasn’t like he didn’t get attention from girl; of course he did, he was beautiful. Kind eyes and the most profoundly sparkling smile you’d ever seen, all framed in dark curls.

He practiced alone, sentenced to hours of grueling routines to make up for his little fumble today while his teammates were out partying with girls or at home fucking their wives. It wasn’t fair that he got punished. Harold was the one who tried to pass it to Tommy when Jake was wide fucking open! Tommy did his best with what he was given, which was a not-clear shot and when he took it, he missed. Trailing only one point behind, the buzzer went off and Tommy was blamed for losing the game.

Skidding to a stop, Tommy looked up at the near empty bleachers where you sat. He touched his finger to his helmet and tipped his head. Such a cowboy, you thought, and we went on practicing.

*

The locker door slamming signaled where he was at, and you give a little courtesy knock at the entrance.

“C’in.” Tommy calls, probably assuming you’re a teammate or coach, or even staff.

“Yuh decent?” 

Whatever he was expecting, when he turned around his face indicated it wasn’t you.

“Oh. Howdy, ma’am?” Tommy’s voice inflected up at the end, sounding more like a question than a greeting. Still, you lean against the doorway and admire the view.

Even cuter up close, you admire. Little freckles sprinkled his face, and his smile was so boyish and cute your heart fluttered.

“I uh… I seen you ‘round.” He repeated your name, and it made you happy to know he knew it. That meant he’d asked about you. You and Tommy talked a few times, mostly in groups, but you’d never been introduced. “What’cha do’n here so late? Pretty little thing like you gotta have a nice young man wait’n at home for yuh?”

You shake your head. “Nope. Not yet, anyway. Wasn’t think’n ‘bout tryna change that.”

Pink flushed his skin, but his smile grew. “Is that so, sweet thing? Do I got myself a little puck bunny on my hands?”

You push yourself off the wall, a spring in your step as you bound towards him.Hands clasped behind your back, you gaze up at him with big eyes. Fuck, his shadow just swollowed you up. “Nothing you aren’t used to, I’m sure.”

“Been around a time or two, I won’t lie…” A large, LARGE hand reached out to cup your face and you can’t help but squeal. As your little plans were happening. “None quite as cute as the little bunny I got in front of me, though.”

Taking a little initiative, you pressed yourself up against his red jersey. He smells like sweat and the metallic air of an ice rink. His body was firm against you. “Want you to fuck me.” You blurt out, and the sultry look on his face breaks into a wide grin. 

“That’s why you break’n into my locker room?”

You nod. He leans closer.

“Well, how can I say no to such a pretty little bunny?”

His mouth crashes into you, shoving you right up against the locker doors with a rattling crash as his hands paw all over you. Tommy dwarfs you, his wide shoulders and barrel chest completely caging you in. The force of his kisses and powerful presence is so much so you’d feel trapped if you weren’t so fucking turned on. Hands down your pants, Tommy bites hard at your lip and sucks on it to ease the pain as he fiddles with your cunt.

“Wet already?” He teases, smirk pressed against your skin.

“I- I was thinking about you… while I watched…” You moan against him bucking your hand against Tommy’s fingers as they teased your entrance.

“So eager… Tell me, Bunny, how come I got so lucky to find you in my locker, not one of my teammates? Chance?”

You want his long fingers inside you so bad, sweating from the teasing enough you don’t even feel the chill of the air. “Tommyyyy, please!”

“Talk to me, bebita. I won’t be mad if I just happened to be who was here tonight, promise.”

“No! No, Tommy, you’re special… you’re gonna be a star, I just know it…”

When you glance up at him, you expect to see a smirk. Instead, his face is soft. “You really think that?”

Quickly, you nod. “I’d put money on it. You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever seen…”

“Fuck-” Suddenly he’s finger fucking you, the wet squelch of your cunt echoing around you, about filth filling the locker room. “Gonna treat you so good, pretty baby. So fuck’n good.” It’s then you realize he’s humping against you, hard cock grinding against your thigh

Your hands grip his huge forearms, searching for purchase and stability as he drew you closer to orgasm. Tommy sucked deep into your neck, sure to leave a mark you’d proudly display. You were taken. Tommy was gonna be yours. Yeah, you were hooking up right now and it wasn’t a commitment, it wasn’t a proclamation of love but it was a start.

“Cum for me, bunny.” Tommy’s voice was tight, tense...

And you did. You’d do anything he wanted. Waves of pleasure crash around you, clenching down hard on his three fingers and crying out his name as he muttered curses against your ear. Little moans escaped his mouth as he too came, cuming only from humping your leg and finger fucking you cunt. Your knees went weak, melting into jelly but Tommy caught you.

He bent you down and over the bench, stomach pressed to the cool wood and your ass and pussy on clear display in the harsh LED lights.

Panting, Tommy kneels down next to you; not before you can see a wet spot in his uniform.

“Think…” He pants. “Think you can take more?”

Smiling, you turn to look at him. “Does the phrase fuck like rabbits mean nothing to you?”

He laughs at that, calling you a good girl and kisses your forehead.

Still, you nod to where his erection is gone, already wasting his seed in his pants. “You gonna get hard for me again already, pretty boy?”

A chuckles as he reaches around you, walking on his knees to get a good look from behind. “Not quite, bunny…” A tsk, tsk, tsk from his mouth as he stares at your vulnerable position. “Such a pretty little cunt… it’d be shame to leave it all put together, huh?”

You didn’t know what he had planned and you didn’t care. “Yeah, it would.”

Cool plastic hits your wet cunt and you gasp.

The hockey stick.

“Gonna take real good care of you…” Tommy mutters, planting a kiss to your ass. “And then I’m gonna take you on a real fuck’n date, that sound good?”

Oh, things are coming together nicely. “Yes Tommy. Sounds real nice.”

“Good girl.”

And then all you could feel was your cunt being spread open. It was slow, careful but still an agonizing split.

“Ooooh shit!” You moan, and despite the ache you push yourself back against him to take it further. It was delicious, it was wrong, and you were 100% willing to humiliate yourself for Tommy… but it didn’t feel humiliating. It felt good. It felt good because you felt full, it felt good because you could hear Tommy’s grin as he praised you. He began to fuck you with it, the handle going as far up as it could and you grip the bench you’re knelt against to try and hold onto reality and you come barrelling towards your orgasm again. 

*Smack!*

Tommy slapped your ass just to watch it jiggle.

“Fuck! Fuck you’re perfect… my bunny. My perfect bunny…”

Wrapping an arm around you, Tommy plays with your clit and that's the beginning of the end for you.

“Tommy!” You scream his name, hearing it bounce down the hallways but you don’t fucking care. You would let Tommy stick whatever he wanted wherever he wanted if it meant he called you his bunny again.

You cum on the hockey stick, drenching it in your fluids and feeling it splatter out around your thighs as he keeps fucking you.

Satiated, smiling, and full, you fully slump against the bench and Tommy finally pulls the stick out. All clear, you let yourself slide onto the cool tile floor, red lockers creating a wall around you. And you laugh.

If Tommy cares that you’re laughing after sex he does show it, instead crawling over to where your head rest after he pulls up your pants, giggling himself. He pulls your head onto his lap, gently caressing you.

“How you feel’n?”

You grin up at him, Tommy’s near-black locks falling around him. “A little empty right now, honestly.”

This makes him laugh again. “Well, I got all night, bebita. I can fill you right up again” When you’re read he helps you up. “You’re really someth’n, y’know that?”

“I do, actually. That’s why I think we’d be good together.”

“Can’t help but agree with yuh there.” You watch him dress down, to his padding, then tell him you’ll wait for him outside the locker room. As much as you wanna see him naked, you decide to make that event a little more special.

When he’s showered and back in his regular clothes, still as thick as ever, you loop you arm around his and he guides you out of the maze of the rinks halls, his back heavy on your shoulder, but you insist. 

As he walks you out, you cross paths with one of his team mates coming back in for some practice, Carter. Tall as hell, blonde, and with a young man on his arm, he takes one look at your mussed hair and hickies, then pats Tommy on the back as they pass.

You were Tommy’s puck bunny now.

hope you liked it!!!!

Other content of mine with tommy: The Wrong Way, Yes Uncle tommy? Blessed be the fruit

Also shout out to my beloved @aurorawritestoescape for her sexy sexy Bad Blood with tommy and joel!

Im working on a tommy exclusive series rn that I hope will be the right kind of mind fuck <3 will start releasing it with the new season! TOMMY MILLER FANS RISE!!!

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[crowsofdarkness]

Soldat: Chapter Ten[END]

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Agent! Reader. Slight Steve Rogers x Female Agent! Reader

Content Warnings: language, 18 + implied smut, angst, fluff, kidnapping, violence.

Summary: Agent Y/N has worked alongside Steve Rogers at SHIELD for some time all while keeping a dark secret from everyone. Until one day that darkness faces her head on and she's forced to make a choice. Continue fighting along side Captain America? Or find her home once again with Soldat?

Authors Note: This is the ending for the first series in the trilogy! Next up is the sequel, Dorogaya, which will take place during Civil War!

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Soldat Masterlist

Silence.

An eerie, comfortable, silence filled the air as Soldat and I walked through the tall grass, crickets chirping as the night sky settled around us. We had been walking for quite awhile, opting out of borrowing a car to get to our location because we didn’t want to bring any eyes towards us. The location we were going was a tad far from where headquarters used to be, about a ten mile walk, but Soldat was fine with the walk. 

While the quiet was nice, it was also troubling because I had no clue what he was thinking. If he wanted to stay and if so, for how long. I promised that I would help him with his wounds and said that he could leave once he recovered. It was the last thing I said to him, almost an hour ago. 

My thoughts kept swirling with the thought of Steve. We made the promise of finally starting our relationship but I had chosen to walk away from him, realizing that Soldat needed me more than Steve did. The love and adoration I had for Soldat was that much stronger than my feelings for Steve. 

“How much farther?” 

Jumping slightly at the deepness of his voice, I looked over to Soldat while nodding to his right. 

“See the house in the distance?” 

He nodded before looking back at me. “Shield safehouse?” 

“Nope. It’s actually my parents' cabin. No one knows about it, they’ve kept it off the grid,” I informed him as the log cabin now stood only a few feet away from us. 

The grass had grown a few inches since the last time I was here and could see the cobwebs clouding the front door. The moonlight from above glided over the lake as Soldat and I walked towards the back of the cabin where I knew the spare key was hidden. 

We remained silent as I felt his eyes on my back while I unlocked the door. I allowed him to go in first but he hesitated. 

“It’s okay, Soldat. I’m not going to hurt you.” I assured him. 

It took a few more moments before he finally decided to head inside, me shutting and triple locking the door behind us. 

“Sorry for all the dust, it’s been awhile since anyone has been here.” I admitted after turning on the lights. 

It wasn’t a big cabin by any means; less than 1000 square feet. The kitchen was to the left which shared the same room as the living room and the queen sized bed that was in the corner of the house. The only bathroom was down the small hallway across a small closet that held towels and junk. 

My eyes watched as Soldat stood in the middle of the room, body rigid with uncomfortableness. Licking my lips, I nodded towards his bad shoulder. 

“Want me to take a look at that?” I asked. “It may be dislocated.” 

Without saying one word, he put his shoulder back in place with a loud ‘pop’. He raised his arm a few times before sitting down at the edge of the bed. I could see it in his posture that he was still uncomfortable. I was unsure if it was from being in an unfamiliar place with me, someone he had yet to remember, or if it was from not knowing what he was going to do with his life. All he had known was Hydra. 

“I know you don’t remember me and being here might be scary for you but I’m not going to hurt you.” I reassured him. 

He kept his eyes trained to the ground in front of him. “It’s not that.” 

“Then why do you look like I’m keeping you hostage here?” I asked while shrugging my shoulders. “You can leave if you want. I’m helping you not because of our past but because I thought you could use a place to lay low for a while.” 

“There’s only one bed.” He pointed out.��

“Oh,” I muttered. “You can take the bed. I’ve slept on the couch many times so my body’s used to it.” 

I could tell he wanted to protest but knew that the thought of sleeping in an actual bed was something he had wanted for a long time. I could see it in the small way his mouth turned up in a smile. 

“The bathroom is down the hall, towels are in the closet across from it. Feel free to take as long as you want.” I threw a thumb over my shoulder. “I’m going to do a quick sweep of the area to make sure no one followed us.” 

“I should do it,” he stood from the bed. 

I held up my hand to stop him. “Soldat, it’s alright. You can relax, you don’t have to be a soldier anymore.” 

His face twitched when I called him Soldat and I knew that calling him was starting to bother him. It was the only name I had known for him and didn’t know how comfortable he felt being called by his true name. The tension in the air became uncomfortable again so I sighed before turning around to make my way outside. 

“I’ll be back.” 

After a quick ten minute sweep and deciding that we would be safe for tonight, I made my way back inside but felt my feet being glued right in the entryway. Soldat stood in the middle of the room, towel clung to his hip and water dripping down his exposed chest from his soaked hair. Biting my lip, I resisted the urge to think back to the memories of us and cleared my throat. 

“Everything alright?” 

He turned towards me, no hint of embarrassment on his face, and let out a small sigh. “I don’t have any extra clothes.” 

A small smile spread to my lips. Without saying a word, I walked towards the hall closet and pulled out some clothes that my brother had left here. 

I went to hand them to him but noticed when I had gotten too close, his shoulders went rigid and body tensed. Realizing he was still uncomfortable, I gently placed the clothes on the bed. 

“I’m going to get cleaned up, help yourself to any food or drinks.” I went to turn on my heels but stopped, looking back at him. “You may not remember me but you said it yourself, you remember the feelings we had for each other. I’m not going to hurt you or let whatever is left of Shield capture you. With me, you are safe.” 

The tense features in his face softened and he slowly nodded. “Thank you.” 

After I had taken a very long and needed hot shower, I had come out of the bathroom and saw Soldat lying comfortably on the couch and when I went to protest, saying he deserved the bed more than me, he shot me down with a quick ‘I’m used to sleeping on hard surfaces.’

We both laid in the silent darkness, him on the couch and I on the bed, and I tried to bite my tongue at the thought that was plaguing my mind. He had a long and exhausting day, he needed his rest so I wasn’t going to bother asking him. 

Soldat continued to lay there after I had drifted off to sleep, wanting to make sure my heartbeat had slowed letting him know that I was in deep sleep before he allowed himself to close his eyes. This being the first night of sleep he had in a very long time.  

“Can we do something today?” 

Looking up from my book, I looked over to Soldat who was sitting at the kitchen table picking away at his breakfast. It had been a couple of days of us being held up in the cabin. We hadn’t spoken much or done anything more than sitting around reading or sitting outside enjoying the view of the lake. 

I was using a spare phone that we kept at the cabin to keep tabs online if there was any word if anyone was looking for us and came up empty. I had to ignore the want to contact members of my team, Steve especially, because I had found out that he was in the hospital recovering from the fight with Soldat.

“Yeah, of course. What did you have in mind?” I agreed while shutting my book and placed it on the bed next to me. 

“I read that there’s an exhibit at the Smithsonian about Captain America.” He spoke so quietly that I had to strain my ears to hear. 

“There is,” I nodded. “ They also have a section about his best friend, Bucky Barnes.” I said that name with such softness, not wanting to trigger him. 

He nodded. “Would you come with me?” 

My face broke out in a small smile, heart warming my body at the realization that he wanted me there with him. He wanted to find out more from his past, hoping that it would trigger some type of memories. 

“Of course.” 

“Are you ready?” I questioned while pulling the brim of my hat closer to my eyes. 

Soldat stayed silent, only nodding, and with the permission to move forward we both walked into the Captain America exhibit at the Smithsonian. We had decided to try to hide our identity as much as possible which is why we were both wearing baseball caps. 

I stayed back, only a few spaces, allowing him as much time as he needed at every part of the exhibit. He read the information about Steve pre and post serum for a few seconds before he came to a halt in front of the Howling Commandos section. 

Of course Steve’s suit was still missing but that’s not what caught Soldat’s eyes; it was the blue jacket on the mannequin that was next to the Captain America one. 

“Is this helping at all?” I wondered while nodding towards the jacket. 

He remained silent while stuffing his hands deep into his pockets. After a quick shake of his head, he sighed. I could tell that he was starting to feel defeated so ever so slowly, I reached for his gloved metal hand and gently tugged on it. 

“This way.” 

Not wanting to push the boundaries with him, I dropped his hand and led him towards the one section of the exhibit that we came to see. Standing tall in front of us was a whole wall dedicated to James Buchanan Barnes, Steve’s best friend. My eyes were stuck on his face while he read every single word over and over again. The voice in the background gave us more dialogue to the story. 

“Best friends Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers were inseparable on both schoolyard and battlefield, Barnes is the only howling commando to give his life in service of his country.” 

We stood in silence for a few more moments, wanting to give him as much time as he needed, but when he turned to look at me I noticed the broken stare coming from his eyes. 

“You okay?” I gently squeezed his flesh hand. “I know it’s a lot to take in.” 

His mouth was open a tad and he had to blink a few times before he could answer. “I think-I think I need to get away from here; far away.”

Trying to ignore the way my heart shattered and fell into the pit of my stomach, I let out a shaky breath. I knew that he wasn’t going to stay with me and that he needed to find himself but it still hurt to know that he actually was thinking of leaving. 

“Okay. I can pull some strings to get you where you want to go,” my voice cracked. 

Finally our eyes locked, him trying to avoid them, and he let out a large breath. “Would you come with me? I know I can’t remember much about you but the love we had for each other, I can still feel that. If it was strong enough to stay with me after all these years, it has to be worth fighting for.” 

Giving him a smile, I nodded while some tears came to the surface. “I won’t push you in anyway. We’ll take it slow and at your pace. I’ll be here to help in any way. But there’s something I have to do first.”

Pulling the hood over my eyes, I averted the gazes of multiple members of the staff and visitors as I made my way down the long hallways looking for the one specific room. I came to a halt in front of it and peaked through the open blinds in the window to make sure that he was alone; he was. Shaking the nerves from my hands, I quietly entered the room hoping I wouldn’t wake him. 

He was, however, already awake so when he heard me enter the room, his full attention was on me. 

“Y/N?” His voice croaked out, clearly still recovering these last few days.

“Hi Steve.” I gave him a smile while letting down my hood. “How’re you feeling?” 

“Where the hell have you been? Nat and Sam have been looking everywhere for you.” He sat up in bed, giving me room to sit. 

After sitting on the side of the bed, I sighed. “I’m okay. I’ve been in hiding.” 

Steve squinted his eyes. “Why? No one is after you.” 

I sucked in my bottom lip. “Not me.”

It took him a few seconds to figure out who I was talking about, Steve let out a quiet scoff. His shoulders slumped only slightly, the signs of jealousy clear in the way his jaw tightened. “He’s with you?”

“He needed my help, Steve. I couldn’t leave him.” I defended myself. 

“Where’s he now?” 

I shifted in my spot on the bed, not wanting to let anyone know where we were hiding; even Steve.

“What about us?”

My heart dropped at his question and how broken he sounded. Steve was willing to give up a lot for us to be together, I knew he would, but as much as I found myself falling for Steve I couldn’t give up the only thing holding us back. Maybe if this happened before everything, before Soldat came back into my life, I would be over the moon to be with Steve. Though this was my decision now. I was leaving with Soldat. 

“I’m sorry. You have to believe that I wanted this for a very long time,” I admitted while pointing between us, “But he needs me, Steve. He wants to find himself again, away from all of this and I have to be the one to help him.” 

Steve scoffed. “How are you so sure that he won’t go back to The Winter Soldier?” 

I shook my head. “I don’t. But I’m not going to let that stop me from leaving with him.” 

“What if he tries to kill you? Again?” 

My eyes snapped up from the ground, settling on his. “Wha-what are you talking about?” 

“Don’t try to deny it. Everyone’s secrets at Shield and Hydra are out there, on the internet. Including yours.” 

I couldn’t stop my knee from bouncing, something that would happen when I was nervous of people finding out more about my past. Steve knew this so he gently placed a hand on it, stopping it immediately. 

“I, uh, found him a year after I escaped Hydra; the first time. I was following a lead on a case I was working on; someone was murdered. The ballistics came back with no rifling and were untraceable.”

“Soviet made?” Steve questioned. 

I nodded. “I knew it was him and I knew he was still in town. So I went looking for him but came up empty. I was in my motel room when he had broken in through the window. Word got out that I was looking for The Winter Soldier so he came to find me. I didn’t know that they wiped his memory so here I thought it was going to be a romantic reunion.”

“He ended up pinning me against the wall with his metal arm, knocking the wind right out of me. I tried to fight him off but he was too strong for me. He didn’t remember me and that thought clouded my judgment. My love for him nearly got me killed.” 

Steve ran his hand up and down my thigh. “How come he didn’t?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I remember him looking into my eyes before everything went black and something inside of him changed. He dropped me to the floor and left. That was the last time I saw him.” 

Hastily whipping away the tears, I let out a shaky breath and looked at Steve. “You may not understand why I have to go with him but please believe me when I say I love you, Steve.” 

He gave me a quick smile before cupping my cheek. “Just not as much as him.” 

“I’m sorry,” I cried while cupping his cheek as well. 

He accepted my apology with a soft kiss to my lips. It was those types of kisses where you knew this was the end and you wanted to savor the way it felt and the way it tasted. 

“Please don’t come looking for us,” I muttered against his lips. 

“No promises,” he muttered back. 

Zipping up the last suitcase, I placed it with the rest of them by the front door and mentally made a checklist making sure we had everything. After saying goodbye to Steve, I ran a few more errands to pick up some things that we would need for our new lives. 

“Have you thought of where you wanted to go?” I asked Soldat, who was sitting on the front porch. 

He looked over his shoulder before nodding. “I don’t remember much of it but I remember having to complete a mission in Bucharest and something about it spoke to me.” 

“Romania?” I asked with raised eyebrows.

“That alright?” He was suddenly worried that I would back out of this, not wanting to travel that far. 

“Of course.” 

Sitting next to him on the front step, I tried to muster up the courage to bring up the talk I was slightly dreading to have because I was worried about how he would react. 

“So,” I started, “I’ve only known you as Soldat but I feel with what happened that I shouldn't call you that anymore but I don’t want to start calling you Bucky if you’re not comfortable with it yet.” 

He ran his hands over his jeans before taking his hat off, letting his hair cascade around his face. I had to clasp my hands together to stop them from running through his locks. 

“Bucky is fine. It may help bring back some memories.” 

“Bucky it is.” 

We sat in a comfortable silence, letting the time pass before having to leave. I had an old friend that I worked with during my days as an FBI agent that owned a jet. He was willing to fly us anywhere we wanted, no questions asked. A favor he owed me for saving his life. 

“Dorogaya.” 

My eyes snapped over to Bucky as he muttered that same word over and over again. The same word that I had longed to hear all these years. The one that he breathed against my neck during the one and only night we made love. 

“What did you say?” I choked out a sob. 

Bucky blinked a few times before our gazes locked. “I used to call you that.” 

“You did,” an eye crinkling smile broke out on my face. 

His flesh hand reached for mine and linked our fingers together while the sweet nickname fell from his lips once more. I wasn’t sure what the future would hold for us two; if what we had in the past would resurface and make this all worth it. But I did know that no matter how hard it would be or how challenging some days might be for not only me but him as well, I would not leave Bucky’s side. 

[azrielsdove]

Flowers: Tamlin x Reader

Warnings: Some Smut, 18+

This was supposed to be for kinktober but it didn’t turn out very smut-centered, so i’m posting it as its own thing.

***

“That is not my problem,” you said, focusing on lacing up your boots. You heard the male grumble from behind you, your eyes rolling in exasperation. “You were in charge of packing what you needed. I cannot bring myself to care that you forgot a stupid dagger, Tamlin.” You turned around to face him, your hands coming to rest on your hips. You were completely over this.

“It is not just a dagger,” he mimicked, mocking your stance. “It holds the only venom that may be able to kill these creatures. And I did not forget it, your High Lord refused to give it to me!”

“Wow, I wonder why!” You said in mock shock, “It is almost as if we were not sent here to kill them. We only came to study them.”

“And if they attack?”

“Then we will winnow out of here. It is not a concern, Tamlin.” You turned away from him once more, grabbing your pack off the ground and slinging it over your shoulders. He was still mumbling something about “stupid Rhysand” and “why am I sent out with her”. You agreed with him on both points, because why did Rhys send you on this mission with him?

You and Tamlin had never gotten along. Even before the feud between him and Rhys. Something about him had always bothered you. He was insufferable to be around.

“Quit whining and take my hand. We winnow to the checkpoint together.” You thrust your hand towards him with all the warmth of an icicle, daring him to argue. He (smartly) chose to stay silent, clasping his hand into yours. A shiver went through your body at his touch, repulsed by him.

You made your way to the forest, landing in a small patch of bright colored flowers. You took a moment to appreciate their beauty before scanning the trees around you. Not much was known about the winged deer-like creatures Rhys had sent you to study. Some gardens were being ransacked on the outskirts of Velaris, and it was believed these were the culprits. They were highly dangerous beings, quick and as deadly as can be. No one had ever gotten close enough to them to see what it is they do. That was your task today. To see what exactly these creatures spent their time doing and if they had any weaknesses.

Unfortunately, they did not seem keen to show themselves. You were growing antsy as the minutes creeped by, struggling to sit still. Tamlin seemed just as fidgety as you are, moving rapidly around the small clearing you were sat in.

“Can you knock it off?” You asked, irritation palpable.

“If I could, I would. I can’t relax. What are these flowers, I wonder? I do not recognize them.” He began to muse, leaning down to inspect the plants farther. You sighed, looking at the delicate petals under your fingers.

“I do not know them either. They’re awfully beautiful, though.” Your voice was soft, as if you were speaking directly to them. Tamlin hummed in agreement. You were lost in the beautiful yellow and pink hues of the flowers, leaning closer to inhale their sweet scent.

You heard Tamlin curse, capturing your attention. “What is it?” You asked, looking around the clearing for any signs of danger.

“We must move. Now,” he commanded, pulling you to your feet. His hand in yours sent a wave of warmth through your body, causing you to push away from him in shock. “I know what these flowers are. We must go.”

“Okay,” you said slowly, glancing around the clearing again. “And are they…dangerous?” The strange fire that began when he touched you was still burning under your skin, clouding your thoughts.

“Depends on who you ask. Now move before they start affecting us!” He reached for you again, wrapping his hand around your upper arm and tugging you out of the clearing.

You didn’t understand why electricity ran down your arm from his touch. Why need was pouring into your mind. All you could focus on was his palm against your bare skin, how desperately you wanted to feel his touch everywhere. This was most unlike you, especially on a job, and especially with him. The two of you ran until the clearing was a distant memory, pausing by a running stream. Tamlin dropped your arm, turning to you with a smile. “I think we escaped it!” He exclaimed.

You did not feel the same way.

Your skin was getting progressively hotter, like a fever that refused to break. Overwhelming desire coursed through your blood, any rational thought hidden behind it. “Tam,” you whispered, leaning against a tree. “What were those flowers?”

You watched his face contort with worry. “They were fertility plants. The pollen in them is supposed to, putting it politely, send your body into a sort of mating frenzy.” He looked you over, taking note of your flushed skin. “How do you feel?”

You could not answer that. Not to him. You forced yourself to shake your head, trying to pretend you were fine. “No, i’m good, I-I was just…wondering.” You eyed the cool stream next to you, contemplating if that would soothe the burning of your skin.

“The water won’t help,” Tamlin said carefully. “You need to, well, have sex to stop the feeling.”

You shot up off the tree at his words, eyes wide. “No,” you said, shaking your head. “Not happening.” You held a hand out in front of you, as if to stop him.

“I’ll try not to take offense,” he said dryly, pacing the area. “The magic takes root quickly. If the desire isn’t quelled in a timely manner, you risk severe pain. Possibly death, if your heart fails under the stress of it all.”

“Great,” you bit out through clenched teeth. “So my option is to fuck your insufferable self or die?” The burn was becoming more intense, causing you to stumble where you stood. On reflex Tamlin caught you, his arm wrapping carefully around your waist. You hated how the burn under your skin called to him, how the weight of his arm on you almost made you moan. You couldn’t help the way you held on to him with shaking hands.

“Do you wish for my help?” He said quietly, genuine worry lacing his words. You wanted to say no, you wanted to push him away and drown yourself in the stream.

But the flowers spell was stronger. “Tamlin,” you whispered, looking up into his eyes. You’d never noticed they were a rather lovely shade of green, a deep kindness shining through them. “I need you.”

He wasted no time pressing his lips to yours, a searing kiss that ran down to your toes. You felt alive in his arms, thrumming with electricity. You kissed him back eagerly, fingers already working to undo the buttons on his shirt. His working just as fast, undoing the straps to your fighting leathers. This was not the time for slow or gentle movements.

You sighed as the cool air rushed over your bare skin, breaking the kiss only to shed your remaining layers. You couldn’t help the way you looked over Tamlin’s body, your mind taking note of the sharp muscles and thick veins decorating it. Whether it was the flowers or not, he looked absolutely delectable.

You pulled him back to you, one hand fisting itself tight into his hair. His traced over your skin, almost as if they were honored to do so. Your kiss was a hectic mess of tongue and teeth, pure need coursing through you in a way you’d never known. He pulled his lips from yours, kissing down your neck. He dragged his teeth to the center of your throat, elongated canines pressing into the skin there. “Tam,” you breathed out, desire increasing with every moment. “Please.”

He moved his head back up to look at you, his eyes scanning yours for any resistance. When he found none, he picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist. He took a few steps to bracket you against a tree, holding you tight to him. He kissed you again, as if he was tasting the very essence of you. He kissed you like you were soulmates in a romance book, reunited after being tossed on separate stars. You melted into his touch, feeling a strange sense of peace among the burning from the flowers.

He was kissing you like he loved you.

And then he was sliding into you. Oh, how perfect he felt. You whimpered into his mouth as your body stretched to accommodate his, the pleasure indescribable. It felt as though he had been made for you when he bottomed out, a deep groan vibrating from his throat. “Tamlin,” you gasped out between kisses, “you need to move.” The fire was starting to become unbearable under your skin, only quelled by the way he felt as he fucked into you.

You broke away to bite into his shoulder, trying to muffle the screams that he was already pulling from you. His body shuddered when you did that, a sling of curses falling from his lips. Every thrust of his hips sent you to a higher dimension, transporting you to a planet you’d never stepped foot on. One of his hands held tight to the fat of your thighs, and you found yourself hoping he left a bruise there for you. A mark of what has occurred.

Tamlin kept a perfect pace, taking note of the way your body reacted to any change. He read you better than you read yourself. You let her head fall back against the tree behind you, breathy cries coming from you in time with his movements. You felt the burning fire inside of you grow, a familiar tightening in your core. As if he could read your mind Tamlin bent his neck and brought his lips to yours, sucking on the most sensitive parts he could find. He was unraveling you while simultaneously breathing life into your very soul.

You finished with a scream as your body shook in his arms. He worked you through it, not allowing his peak until you were satisfied. You rocked your hips against his in encouragement and he snapping, filling you up as he groaned deep against your skin.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, holding each other but not making eye contact. You didn’t want this to end. Not just the sex, but being in his arms. Being held and cared for like he had done.

He pulled out and set you down carefully a moment later, a strange sense of longing coming over you. “Do you, uh, feel better?” He asked, looking anywhere but at you.

“Huh? Oh, oh, uh yea. Yes.” You had forgotten about the flowers and the pain. “Thank you.”

He shook his head, still refusing to look at you. “Not a, uh, problem. I’m going to go, rinse off, over there.” He mumbled the last part, already making his way down to the stream. You were a little confused by his sudden shyness. After all, you were standing there completely naked with his cum dripping down your legs. What was there to be shy about now?

You stumbled your way down to the water with him, refusing to let whatever was wrong continue. “Tamlin, are you okay?”

He remained quiet. You moved to stand directly next to him, gently placing a hang on his arm.

He flinched.

“Tam,” you whispered, “what’s wrong?”

He let out a sad laugh. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong is that I just had the greatest experience of my life with you. Something I had only ever dreamed about.” He looked at you now, and you were shocked to see his eyes rimmed in tears. “I had you, in my arms. And the only reason why was because of those damned flowers.” He looked back at the ground. “Not because of me.”

You were puzzled, head cocked to the side as you watched him. “What do you mean?” You asked.

He shook his head. “You hate me,” he sighed, as if this was his greatest burden. “You can’t stand to be near me, and I have been madly in love with you since the day I met you. You are everything i’ve ever hoped and dreamed for. I’ve never disliked you, i’ve simply played the part to match you. It was easier than the truth.” His eyes met yours. “And you wish I was dead. I did that to put you out of pain. But i’d be lying if i said I didn’t love every single second.”

“No,” you said quickly, taken aback by his confession. “I do not wish you were dead.” You slowly reached out, grabbing his hand in your own. “I believe I may have misjudged you before,” you continued, moving to stand in front of him. You studied his eyes, his face, as if you were seeing him for the first time. “You had every chance to take complete advantage of me, and I would have allowed you. I had no choice. You still waited until I said. You respected me and my wishes, and then you treated me like I was something special.” You brushed a strand of hair out of his eyes, your hand falling to rest on the side of his face. “Tamlin, I think my heart is calling out to yours.”

A smile graced his lips, his hands coming to sit on your waist. “Is it?”

You leaned up and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, feeling that inexplicable tug towards him. “Yea,” you murmured against him, “it is.”

***

this is for the girlies who get it 💚

[snowydoesitall]

every place leads back to your place…

*:･ﾟ✧pairing: satoru gojo / suguru geto

✧summary: the iconic kfc breakup rewritten + satoru and suguru continue to see each other after suguru becomes a curse user.

♡a/n: my first long fic on here! it’s been a while but i hope you guys like it! (title’s a lyric from coffee by chappell roan)

ྀིcw: ANGST, probable hurt no comfort, mentions of them having hooked up but no actual smut written (idk if that warrants a mdni but proceed with caution just in case), canon divergence

“what?”

satoru stared at yaga in disbelief at what he’d just heard.

“suguru geto killed everyone in that village-“

“i heard you the first time, old man!”

yaga merely continued, ignoring satoru’s outburst. “suguru’s home was already empty, though from the bloodstains and the residuals, we can assume that he killed his parents too-“

“like hell he did!”

surely this must’ve been a cruel joke of some sort. there’s no way that suguru geto, satoru’s best friend (and secret crush) of all people would have done something so heinous, especially without reason.

unfortunately, satoru knew better than to believe that yaga would make a joke at a time like this.

without another word, satoru took off running in search of suguru, still clinging to what little hope he had left that the latter was innocent. a call from shoko eventually told him to head to shinjuku, so that’s where he went.

sure enough, he found his dark-haired friend not too long after, though it seemed he was heading somewhere else. still, satoru needed to talk to him, still hoping that what yaga said was a lie, though that hope was fading more and more now.

“suguru! explain yourself! what did you do?”

at the mention of his name, suguru paused, before turning to face satoru.

“shoko probably explained it to you already, satoru. the charges are real-“

“so you’re just gonna kill every non-sorcerer?! is that your plan?”

“it’s for the greater good, satoru. i promise, there’s significance to killing them in favor of a better society with only jujutsu sorcerers-“

“what greater good, suguru?! are you hearing yourself right now, because you’re planning to kill every non-sorcerer now and you and i both know that that’s not possible-“

“you and i?”

there was a level of anger in suguru’s tone that stunned satoru for a bit, enough to get him to stop talking. after a brief pause, suguru continued, his tone back to normal.

“you know, that’s quite arrogant of you to say, satoru. if it was you, you could probably do it, yet here you are standing in front of me trying to convince me that it’s unachievable.”

satoru opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out. it was a rare occurrence for the white-haired man to be rendered speechless, but somehow suguru always knew how to do it.

“i’ve decided on my path, satoru. but it’s not too late for you to join me. together, we could create a world where everyone can thrive.”

suguru starts walking towards satoru, only stopping once he was right in front of him. he reaches a hand out to cup the white-haired man’s face, turning it to face his own.

“it could be you and me against the world, satoru. just like old times.”

with every word, suguru started leaning in closer and closer until his face was mere inches from satoru’s.

“together, we could make the impossible happen. so, satoru, what do you say?”

and without waiting for a response, suguru closes the distance between the two of them and, to satoru’s surprise, kissed him.

stunned, satoru didn’t know how to react. sure, he’d dreamed of times like this, but not with these circumstances.

suguru pulls away before satoru could even reply or hit him or even kiss him back.

and yes, there was some sick, twisted part of him that wanted to.

“well?”, satoru heard his dark-haired other half ask.

satoru wanted to lash out in anger. matter of fact, he had half a mind to take him out here and now, to save the higher ups the trouble. stepping back, he extended his arm, as if he were about to hollow purple him.

suguru geto, his once best friend, the man he fell in love with.

a flicker of hurt could be seen in suguru’s expression as he watched satoru extend his arm to cast hollow purple. it was brief, and he looked away quickly after, but the damage was already done.

in spite of everything, satoru knew he wouldn’t do it. couldn’t, some would argue.

if shoko asked him about it later, he’d make some excuse about how there were too many people around, and he didn’t want to draw attention to himself. but satoru knew himself better than that.

even the strongest people had their weak points, and suguru geto was definitely one of satoru’s.

with that in mind, satoru lowered his arms, and, in a rather defeated tone, finally gave a response.

“you know i can’t, suguru.”

suguru just nodded, looking rather disappointed but unsurprised.

“i figured you’d say about as much. that’s a shame, satoru, i really liked you.“

he turned to leave, but before doing so, he handed something over to satoru.

“if you ever change your mind, here’s where to find me.”

with that, suguru stepped forward, cupping satoru’s face once more, and for a moment it seemed like he was about to kiss him again.

but instead, he simply asked, “take good care of the others for me, won’t you?”

once satoru nodded, suguru finally walked away, leaving behind a stunned looking satoru, who had no idea what to make of the conversation he’d just had.

he looked down at the address that suguru had handed to him, which wasn’t too far from the school. he knew he’d have no use for the card, as he didn’t intend on changing his mind.

instead of throwing it away, however, satoru merely pocketed the card instead. what for, he wasn’t quite sure yet.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

a few years went by since that day.

satoru eventually became a teacher at tokyo jujutsu high, the school where him age suguru had once attended.

suguru was still at large, though by now no one was particularly looking for him anymore. not that anyone but satoru would’ve known where to find him anyway.

the two had gone down completely different paths. surely, no one expected them to still be intertwined with one another.

in a perfect world, they wouldn’t be. or maybe they would, but in different circumstances. one where they were both on the same side.

but there’s no such thing as a perfect world, is there?

currently, satoru was laying awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. next to him with an arm around his waist was suguru, who was sound asleep, having tired himself out not too long ago as a result of another one of their secret little flings.

the two of them had been meeting up in secret for some time now. it started about a month after their last conversation. satoru had gone to the location that suguru had given him in an attempt to look for him. he wanted to try and convince suguru one last time to abandon his plan.

if this fails, he told himself, this is the last time i’ll see him.

satoru’s been telling himself this for the past two years now.

yet here he is, in suguru’s bed after another intimate night filled with sweet words that satoru knew would go nowhere but would choose to believe in the moment anyway.

it’s not like satoru keeps intending for every meet-up with his old best friend to turn into a hook up. hell, sometimes satoru isn’t even sure he knows how he keeps finding himself in suguru’s bed. but it feels as though no matter where they go, every place leads back to his place.

satoru knows that this’ll have to end someday. by this point, there was no changing suguru’s mind, so surely he’ll have to stop this sooner rather than later.

but every time he tells himself that this is the last time, no matter how long he tries to stay away, something always compels him to return to suguru once more.

with that, satoru merely sighs before returning suguru’s embrace, letting sleep take over his body as he decides to continue the illusion, at least for now.

this is the last time, satoru thinks to himself as he slowly drifts off.

but he knew better than to believe that.

should i make a part 2? i’ve got an idea in mind but idk yet🤔

edit: my math was a little off with the few years thing mb

[hxrsheykisses]

SMALL TALK 💋 | JERRY STOKES X MELISSA ORCHID♥️

This request was sent to me by @amazingbananabread !! I am SO excited to make my first request on here and I hope that it’ll encourage people to send in their own requests as well! So I hope you enjoy!♥️♥️♥️

The atmosphere around the two teens was quiet but peaceful. The soft breeze hitting there face while they laid in the fresh green glass, gazing up at the sky with a sense of relief coursing through them. It was nice being able to escape the chaotic environment of the clubs that they were involved in. Sir felt nice to rewind and enjoy some peace and quiet for a bit.

“…How’s your club going?” Jerry asked, not moving his gaze away from the sky.

Mel let out a hum of acknowledgment. Her club with Lucy was doing good, the usual. Their club was somewhat different from Jerry’s club—his club members were…okay. They were foul mouthed teenagers who gatekeep fandom like it was a lifeline for them. She overheard many jocks talk about them in various manners that only spoke trouble so Mel took it upon herself to see if these guys were serious. She saw them around and to say the least—the jocks were right. They were nerve wracking and caused nothing but trouble to those around them.

“Mel?”

Mel blinked a few times, trying to register into reality. “Oh, sorry, spaced out…” She said sheepishly. “Uh, the club is going good. Same old, same old. Anything new happen in yours?”

Jerry shook his head. “Nope. Everyone has been theirselves.” He shrugged his shoulders. That seemed like the usual Eltingville Club thing.

…

…

Jerry was different. He wasn’t like none of his friends in Mel’s opinion. He stuck out the most to her. Jerry was an interesting person in this world that she isn’t quite used too yet and that made her want to know more about Jerry. He stuck out like a sore thumb. Whenever he was out with his group of “friends”, they would be spouting out nonsense and made sure that the whole block heard them while Jerry just stood back, hardly opening his mouth to form a sentence. Jerry was like a butterfly just collecting nectar in a world full of bugs.

Mel felt bad for Jerry. He wasn’t stuck with these “friends” of his and they didn’t seem to appreciate him like they should. It made her mad. If made her confused. It made her wonder why she cared so much.

“Jerry,” Mel started. She was surprised that her mouth fixed itself to say his name. “are we friends?” Now she was finally looking at the boy, her eyes looking at his face while her lips were pressed into a fine line. She didn’t know why she asked that. She didn’t know why she had the urge to ask.

…

…

Mel is a girl who Jerry likes. Jerry likes her, a lot. Jerry has seen her around before she even saw him. He has been stealing glances at her ever since she “moved” here. When he first saw her, he felt his world come to a halt for a good moment. At first, Jerry shrugged it off and continued on. Then, one glance turned into three. Three turned into six. Six then turned into twenty. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. She was so alluring, so pretty—he couldn’t help himself other than to admire her from afar.

Even being this close to a girl like Mel was too much for him.

Mel was a lot different from Bill, Josh, and Pete. Mel actually listened to his nonstop rants on fantasy—and she took it all in. She didn’t cut him off, she didn’t tell him to shut up—she just…listened. It made Jerry feel all hot, it made him feel like he was on Cloud Nine. With Mel, he could rant on and on and on.

Thats why those words left his mouth.

Jerry slowly looked over at Mel, coming in contact with her dark brown eyes that reminded Jerry of the milk chocolate candies he’d see at Seven-Eleven. He took in all of the “imperfections” that he deemed perfect in his eyes. Her face was littered with pimples, her eyes looked too far apart, her lips were thin—and yet he loved it all. He loved seeing her face. He loved seeing her.

“Of course we are, Mel’s,” Jerry spoke, a small smile crept up to his face. His ears got red. “you are a fun person to be around and you have some pretty cool interests. You should talk about them more. You—You really should! I-I would love to hear about all of them! I want to hear all of it! I…”

Crap. He overstepped it a bit too much…

Jerry’s face now became a full blown pink color as he looked away bashfully, feeling his heart race rapidly. His hands got clammy, his clothes felt tight, it felt hotter outside, he felt…weird. It was this weird tangy feeling inside of him. Jerry quickly added in an awkward, “Bidi Bidi Bidi” before immediately closing his mouth.

Mel nodded her head slowly, trying to contain her feelings despite it feeling like she was going to explode. She felt…whole. She felt free. She felt like herself.

Jerry never said anything bad about her interests. Like how she self ships herself with some 2D characters, rants about fanfics she found online, the X Readers she simps over, how she has some issues with her asshole dad or her stupid anger issues that she desperately tries to keep control of…

He loved her through it all. With no hesitation. Either no second guesses.

“Good.” Was what she said, a smile forming on her lips as she rested her hands on her stomach. It went back to solace again as the moment replayed like a song that Mel couldn’t move away from.

She needs to do this more often . . . 💋

[cosmicanemoia]

Got to Believe in Magic

Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

This has been collecting dust in my notebook for quite some time now. It is supposed to have two more chapters, but I couldn't get to it. Anyway, I just want to share this here so...

After the said interview, Melissa realizes that you are exactly what she’s looking for… in a tenant.

You find it hard to sleep every night. You have tried everything… literally everything; even the pills (after some time) didn’t help much.

And every morning, you find it hard to get up and start your day. Instead of feeling rested, you just feel more tired than ever.

Your girlfriend had just broken up with you, kicking you out of your shared apartment. You don’t mind staying at some fancy hotel (you are actually loving it), but your bank account really does. You realize that you need to find an affordable place to live or else you’ll be bankrupt (given your teacher’s salary).

–

Melissa had just kicked Jacob out of her home. No matter how she enjoys finding a new best friend in him; she doesn’t like the number of boys Jacob brings into her house.

But of course not after he found a new place ‘to whore’ himself out. Melissa blatantly told him and in turn he could only nod in understanding.

–

Jacob (your fellow 8th grade teacher) told you the whole story of how he got kicked out of his friend’s house, without unnecessary and unrelated details that you could only wish to escape.

After half an hour, he suddenly widens his eyes and grins at you. You just look at him dumbfoundedly and urge him to continue, “what?”

“I just had the most brilliant idea.” he declares, and you just raise your brows as a response. “Aren’t you looking for a place? I’ll recommend you to Melissa.” he beams, and you just simply reply, “Yeah, sure… whatever.”

Jacob rushes over to the break room on the ground floor to find Melissa and tell her the good news. “I just found you the perfect tenant. You’re going to love her. Would you like to interview her?”

“I doubt there is such a thing as perfect, but sure, kid. I need the extra income anyway.” Melissa replied to him.

Jacob then rushes to the break room upstairs from where you are eating. He sees you and grabs you by your shoulder and drags you to where Melissa is. “Woah! What are you doing? I’m still eating.” You asked, and he simply replies, “Melissa agreed to interview you… and you’re almost done. Let’s go.” You scoff and chuckle at him “I didn’t know it would be right now.”

–

That is how you find yourself now having an “interview” ‘more like interrogation’ you thought to yourself in the break room with ‘Ms. Schemmenti’. You recall her telling you not to call her by her first name ‘cause you don’t know each other very well.

After the said interview, Melissa realizes that you are exactly what she’s looking for… in a tenant.

She finds out that you’re quiet and keeps to yourself, not nosy, but not a push-over, and many more qualities she admires and likes… in a tenant.

Melissa turns to Jacob to ask, “where did you find her? Is she a newbie?”

Barbara can’t help but scoff and reply, “she’s not a newbie; she has been here longer than Jacob and Janine.”

Melissa turns to her friend in shock… “you know her?”

Gregory can’t help but chide in, “We all know her. I thought you knew her too– and that’s why you agreed to do the interview.”

Barbara added, “very resourceful woman. She once fixed the leak in our sink when Gerald and I invited her over.”

Melissa, who was dumbfounded, can't help but declare, “how come I’m only hearing about her now?”

Ava barges in before anyone could answer her question. “What are y’all talkin’ about?” She asks as she pours almost all of the sugar available into her coffee.

Jacob answers, “we’re talking about Y/N.”

Ava ooh’ed at the revelation and declares “she sleeps with one of y’all. I see.”

The small group simultaneously says, “WHAT?!” turning their heads in the principal’s direction. Ava shimmies her shoulder in response… she grins and claims “that girl is a beast.” and makes her exit.

Everyone turns to look at each other with confusion written on their faces.

Barbara speaks out, “I don’t know who she’s talking about. She must be mistaken because that woman is nothing but an angel sent from above.”

Melissa scoffs and snides, “yeah, right.”

All their heads turn to Jacob. Melissa asks, “you know something? you guys are close, right?” He replies, “I don’t know. I mostly do the talking; she’s quiet and keeps to herself… Maybe Ava is mistaken.” Barbara adds with her brows raised, “she surely must be.”

The bell rings, signalling that break time is over.

–

“Can I help you with your things?” Melissa offers, but you refuse, “no, thank you. I have it covered.”

“Are you sure?” she asks, and you reply, “I’m sure. Thanks for the offer.”

After a few moments…

“Done already?” Melissa stands at your door frame.

“Yeah. I don’t have a lot of things, so there isn't much to unpack.” You shrug.

“Well, I’ll leave you be. I hope you won’t be a pain in the ass type of tenant.” She jokes, and you humour her, “I’ll try, boss. I’ll try.”

“See you around.” Melissa turns and walks away, and you say, as she leaves, “you too, Ms. Schemmenti.”

You slump in your bed and start trying to sleep, but you can’t help but think… and you don’t know how, but somehow your thoughts have drifted to the woman of the house.

–

You see Melissa Schemmenti at school. You have heard a lot of things about her from Jacob. You sometimes pass each other in the hallways. You’d be lying if you say you weren’t attracted to her… she is a very attractive woman. That attraction never developed into anything more, and you thought that never in a million years would she go for you, let alone notice you. So, you push that feeling out and never think about it again. You smile to yourself. You can’t believe that you are now living under the roof of your former crush. You fell asleep thinking about her.

–

It had been three days since you moved in in Melissa’s spare room. She realizes that you are indeed quiet and that you really keep to yourself. She had just finished cooking, and she thought, ‘what’s the harm?’. She lays another plate and goes to your room. When she got there, she knocked… no answer. She knocks once again and calls out your name, and still no answer. ‘She must be asleep,’ Melissa thought to herself. She knocks more aggressively and calls for you a little louder, but no answer still.

Just when Melissa’s about to try again one last time, she hears the front door open and shut. ‘She wasn’t asleep, she was out,’ she thought to herself. She’s been doing that a lot lately, thinking to herself ever since she met you for the interview, and the contradicting comments she got about you from her best friend and the principal gnaws at her.

“Hey, hun. I was knocking at your door just now, and there’s no one answering.” Melissa greeted you.

“Uh, yeah… I was– um, out.” You scratch the back of your neck and nod in her direction.

You just stood there, staring at each other, and gave her an awkward smile. There is silence, but you wouldn’t describe it as uncomfortable.

“So, what can I help you with?” You break the silence as you walk past her.

“What makes you think I need your help?” Melissa sneered.

You furrowed your brows in confusion, but you weren’t fazed, “uh- I just… you said you were knocking at my door earlier, right?”

“Oh! that,” she chuckles, “I was going to ask if you’ve been eaten and if you’d like to join me for dinner.”

“Oh.” You stare at her, and she tilts her head to the side, waiting for you to say something more.

“I would love to. Really, I do. I’ve been waiting to taste you –r cooking, but unfortunately I have already eaten.” You declare, and Melissa depletes a little at that new information, but nobody notices.

You walk towards her and grab her wrist softly yet firmly. You look her in her eyes and say, “maybe next time.”

Melissa beams, and she bears what you just said in her mind. ‘maybe next time.’ she mentally notes to put more effort into it, for when that next time comes.

The redhead doesn’t know anything about you, but she sure does have a good night after that interaction with you. She even forgot her peaking curiosity earlier about where you have been.

–

Ava barges in the break room with a devilish grin plastered on her face, “your girl’s been busy last night, Jacob.”

Everyone turns their head towards the principal. Jacob asked, “what? What girl?”

Ava replied, “Y/N, who else? ” side-eyeing Janine.

Jacob urges her to go on, “what about her?”

The principal rolls her eyes, “I thought you two are best friends? Anyway, a friend of mine sent this to me… ” She shows everyone something on her phone.

Barbara shakes her head, not believing what she just saw. Melissa’s eyes widened at the sight. Gregory and Janine chuckled, and Jacob cheered, “yes, get it, girl!”

Mr. Johnson chides in, “y’all are amused by that? Try going out with her. There’s this one time that I went with her, I thought she abandoned me, but then she introduced me to this hot couple who asked me if I wanted to have a thr–”

The door to the break room suddenly opens before the custodian can finish his sentence, and you walk in. “Hey, Hill, I thought you’d join me for lunch… You know how waiting makes me feel.”

You let your eyes wander and soon realize that they’re all staring at you. “You all looked like you’ve just seen a ghost,” you quipped, “I’m sorry for barging in like that– I should have knocked.”

The room is still silent and awkward. Mr. Johnson decides to break it, “Hey, Y/L/N, are we still on this friday?”

“Of course, Mr. J,” you simply replied. You then look at Jacob and raise your brow at him, “well, are you joining me or not? you know I can’t go hungry.”

“Girl, we know,” Ava quickly affirms, then walks out of the room.

With that, Melissa’s curiosity about you just grows and grows.

Saturday afternoon, you were making yourself a snack. You didn’t notice Melissa in her living room, but she for sure did notice you, with your hair tied up in a messy bun, oversized shirt with no bra (she guessed), and very short shorts. You turn around, and you see your landlord staring at you, making you almost drop your food.

“God, Mel– I mean, Ms. Schemmenti, you startled me,” you remark.

Melissa is pulled out of her thoughts when you speak. “I guess you can call me ‘Mel’ now that you’re living under my roof.”

You smile at her in response, and the redhead’s stomach flutters… so, she thought she must be hungry. “Okay, have a nice day, Mel,” you uttered.

“Wait, stop,” she commands, and that makes you halt. You slowly turn to face her and stride towards her, then you inquire, “yeah– what is it?”

She watches as you chew on your food and how you stuff it still even though it seems full. She lightly chuckles and mutters, “you’re so goofy.”

“Huh?” You respond, and she quickly retorts, her voice now loud and clear, “I said I make a mean lasagna.”

You nod, “I’m sure you do. I heard so much about your cooking from Jacob.”

The voluptuous woman declares, “I’m making them for tonight.”

“Good to know.” You smile and nod at her, starting to turn and walk away, but Mel adds, “you can watch and learn if you want, then have a bite or two when I’m done.”

“Really?” You ask, and she just shrugs, “sure.”

“Cool. I’ll be in my room, just call me before you start. I don’t want to miss out on any process.” you said and walked back to your room.

‘What the hell just happened?’ Mel thought to herself.

The truth is she wasn’t planning on doing anything for dinner tonight. She said to herself that she’ll just order some fast food. She checked her fridge and cupboard and found that all the ingredients she needed were there. She sighs ‘I guess I have to call her now.’

You’d offer to help but decide against it, not wanting to hold her back. So, you just sat there watching the woman of the house in her element. A smile starts to spread on your face, and you mutter, “you’re beautiful.”

“Wipe that grin off your face or I’ll wipe it off for you,” she blushed.

After a few moments, she puts the casserole in the oven and says, “now, we just have to wait for a few more moments.” She clasped her hands together and stood there proudly.

“Just in time for dinner.” you declare.

You moan, “oh god– mmm,” with your eyes closed, and the chef’s face flushed at the sight.

“Mel, wow! This is so good!” You complimented after your first few bites.

Melissa is proud of herself, very evident by the shit-eating grin plastered on her face.

“Did you know that lasagna is one of my least liked foods?” you commented.

“I didn’t know that. You sure seem to be loving it now.” Melissa remarked.

“I am. Yours is the only lasagna I’ll ever eat.” you replied.

“No. Let me wash the dishes. You’ve already done so much today. Making that heavenly food takes a lot of effort. It’s only fair that I do this, so let me.” You argued after you cleaned the table.

You somehow sense that she’s going to fight you. So, you grab her hand and drag her to the living room. You tell her to sit down, and she quickly follows. You open the T.V. and give her the remote. You tell her to wait for a minute, and then you quickly disappear into the kitchen, but you come back as soon as you disappear, now with a bottle of wine (that she had been drinking earlier while she made the lasagna). You pour her a glass, grab her hand, and say, “relax and rest. I promise not to break anything.”

After washing the dishes, you see Melissa sleeping on the couch. You assume she wouldn’t want to wake up on a sofa (because you wouldn’t want it for yourself), so you lightly nudge her shoulder. ‘She looks so serene,’ you thought.

The sleeping beauty slowly opens her eyes and hums. “Let’s get you to bed,” and you help her get in her room.

“Thanks for the marvellous dinner, Mel,” you thank her before you retire to your room.

Morning comes, and Melissa wakes up and sees a cup of water and ibuprofen as she sits up. She smiles to herself and takes a sip from the cup. She didn’t take the ibuprofen because she didn’t have a headache. She just feels warm and fuzzy, ‘it’s a friggin miracle. I didn’t have a headache.’

–

Monday came. The teachers gather at the break room. Ava once again barges in. She types something on her phone. The small group receives a text, and their phones pinged simultaneously.

Mr. Johnson played the video on his phone with his speaker on full volume. It was loud, there was music, and people were cheering.

Melissa opens the message. It was a video of you getting a lap dance from a random girl. She sees red and she doesn’t know why, so she closes her phone with a huff and frowns, but no one notices that.

“When was this?” Barb asked.

“That was saturday.” Ava replied.

“What?!” Melissa questions, “are you sure this is her? ‘cause I was with her saturday.”

“Until midnight?” Ava inquired in return.

Melissa shakes her head no.

“That’s what I thought.” Ava deadpans.

–

You see Melissa in the hallway, so you try to greet her, “hey, Mel.”

Melissa just rolls her eyes at you and huffs as she passes you by.

‘Did she just roll her eyes at me?’ You scoffed.

Later that night, you decided to knock at Melissa’s door to ask and talk to her.

You ask her if you have done something wrong. She says that she’s just pissed off earlier. About what, she wouldn’t tell.

–

Jacob, Janine, and Gregory went out clubbing, and they somehow convinced the two veterans to tag along.

You are at the same club.

Ava is there too, and even Mr. Johnson.

Melissa was the first to notice you, but she didn’t say anything to the others.

Until Barb asked if it was you across the room, and they all agreed that it was you.

You were sitting on a stool, alone, so Melissa decides to approach you, but before she could get to you, another woman hugs you from behind and then sits beside you.

You see Melissa from the corner of your eyes, so you excuse yourself from your best friend to go and talk to her.

Melissa ignored you and went to the bathroom. You followed her, and when you got in, she quickly shut the door and lunged at you and kissed you desperately. She realizes that you aren’t moving, so she stops and pulls away, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I know your girlfriend’s just outside…” she whispered ever so softly.

You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. She was about to walk out, but you grabbed her and pulled her towards you, and kissed her just as desperately.

When you both pulled away for a much needed air, you both sighed contentedly.

“What about your girlfriend outside?” She asked.

“I wasn’t aware I have a girlfriend,” you answered, “but if you mean the woman outside, she’s just my best friend. Do I smell jealousy?”

“I am not jealous.” She scoffed.

“I never said you are… though you looked a little green earlier.” You remarked.

“Shut up and just kiss me again.” She commanded.

Melissa wakes up from her dream. As she sits up, she whispers to herself 'I'm fucked.'

[vxlvted]

I.N. x fem!actor!reader

warnings: none i think

a/n: i got this idea from one of those skz imagines posts but i can’t remember who it’s by.

in my mind, this takes place in like 2019 or something, but i never specified a year so you can imagine it’s whenever. i wasn’t sure who to write this for, at first it was Seungmin, then Han, but I think it fits I.N most. (and Felix but, i’d already gotten like halfway through writing and was too lazy to change it)

anyway, i’m rambling i’m sorry-

It was a warm, breezy day. Different celebrities and artists walked around, greeting fans on the sidelines and answering questions from the press.

Stray Kids took their turn in front of the cameras, moving from one interviewer to the next. Currently an interviewer was speaking about their newest album, but the sight of y/n caught their attention.

“Oh my god, y/n is here.” Hyunjin mumbled and all the members turned their heads to see her. She had just finished an interview herself and was looking around, waving at fans.

“Oh, we interviewed her a while ago. Not long before you guys arrived.” The interviewer spoke. “In fact, she mentioned she was a fan of yours, and is excited to see you guys.”

Every one of the members eyes lit up.

“Really?” Chan said, the excitement in his voice evident.

“If you’d like to meet her, we can call her over.” She offered. The members all exchanged quick excited glances before nodding in unison.

Before the interviewer even called her over, Jeongin’s eyes already found her. She was standing a few feet away, her presence radiating warmth. To Jeongin, it felt like time slowed and everything around them faded into the background.

It felt like a moment straight out of one of those classic romance films when the protagonist meets their love interest. She walks towards him in slow motion, hair flowing in the wind and her face glowing, the catching the sunlight in a way that seemed to make her glow.

His heart raced at the sight and he couldn’t help but stare at her, captivated by her every move.

Y/n smiled warmly as she greeted the group, but her voice didn’t quite reach the mics. The interviewer was about to turn to find her a spare mic but before she could even move, Jeongin moved his mic to the side, holding it out for her.

Y/n smiled at him as she leaned in a bit closer to share the mic. The simple interaction made his heart race. He could feel the slight brush of her arm as she moved closer to him.

As the interview continued, Jeongin found himself enamored. He would steal quick glances at her every so often. Y/n caught his stare and smiled, their eyes meeting for a moment. Jeongin did a double take, giving her a quick, nervous smile before looking back ahead. A blush slowly creeping up his neck.

Y/n smiled softly at his nervousness, finding him adorable. Embarrassed, Jeongin refused to look her way again. Y/n took the opportunity to admire him, letting herself focus on his soft eyes, how they seemed to shine whenever he smiled. The longer she stared, the more her heart fluttered. Though she didn’t let her gaze linger, shifting her attention back to the interview.

Unbeknownst to them, Chan and Changbin caught this moment. Chan looked at Changbin and they immediately made eye contact, smirks tugging at the corner of their mouths.

Eventually though, the interview wrapped up and the interviewer moved on to find someone else.

Not wanted to stall their time, y/n waved politely. “Well, it was nice meeting you guys.” She said before turning around to walk away.

Before she could get too far Chan called out, “Wait, y/n!”. Making her turn around. “We were gonna all go grab something to eat after this. Would you want to come with us?”

Y/n paused. She didn’t want to intrude on their private time, so that’s exactly what she told them.

“Oh, I don’t want to intrude, really—“ She said, waving her hands in front of her.

But before she could finish, Changbin jumped in. “Don’t worry, you’re not intruding at all,” He insisted with a smile. “We’d love for you to join us.”

Jeongin’s face fell into a frown. He turned around and shot the two a look. A glare, really. This was embarrassing. It was clear that they were trying to set him up. But he couldn’t help the way his stomach churned with nerves.

“Hyung..” He muttered under his breath.

The look on his face sent signals into the other fives brain. Felix, ever the sweetheart, butted in next, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Come on, you’re not intruding at all.”

Y/n hesitated for a second then reluctantly agreed. “Okay, I’ll join you.”

Chan smirked, still not backing down. “Why don’t you give her your number, Jeongin? You can text her later about the place we’re going.”

Jeongin sighed inwardly before digging into his pocket. He fumbled through his phone for a second before handing it off to her. His face flushed a deep shade of red, but he tried to keep his composure.

“Here you go,” He mumbled, handing her the phone. Y/n took it with a smile, their hands brushing against each other. Her eyes glimmering as she typed in her number. Jeongin took the opportunity of her being distracted to give one more glare to Chan who did nothing but laugh under his breath.

As she handed the phone back, their hands touched again, sending a shiver down his spine. Was she blushing, too? He wasn’t sure but the thought sent his heart racing. He stood there feeling like he might melt right in front of her.

“Thanks,” She said, giving him a soft smile and waved goodbye.

Jeongin smiled in response, “I’ll text you later.” He managed to say and she smiled again and nodded as she walked away.

Jeongin watched as she walked off, his heart still pounding in his chest.

As soon as she was out of earshot Jeongin turned around to be met with the sight of all the members smirking. He lifted a fist and playfully hit Chan in the chest.

“Are you serious? That was so embarrassing!” He whined, his face flushed.

But, Chan could only laugh as the members began teasing him. Despite his embarrassment, Jeongin couldn’t help but smile at the thought of the girl he just met.

[phoenotopia]

Introducing Star Iliad!

We’re happy to announce our next game, “Star Iliad”! Now in development.

Star Iliad is a retro-futuristically themed Metroidvania that takes place inside a giant star whale.

See the teaser trailer!

In the game, you’ll play as Blythe Braves, a Star Ranger who patrols a remote region of the interstellar frontier. Heeding a distress signal, she investigates to find a curious large rock formation in the shape of a whale. Shortly after landing and locating a couple of castaways, her ship is destroyed by unknown alien creatures. Stranded and surrounded, but not outgunned, she joins forces with other castaways in a bid to escape. A big adventure ensues!

Where Phoenotopia had more Zelda-style leanings, Star Iliad dives deeper into Metroid territory with a larger, interconnected map and a stronger focus on gun combat. We’ve learned the correct lessons from Phoenotopia— which is… Guns are Good 👍 Bats are Bad 👎 (joking!)

The story won’t be taking a backseat. While Phoenotopia featured a large ensemble cast, Star Iliad narrows its focus to a smaller group of more thoroughly explored characters.

(Characters can leverage expressive portraits to drive emotionally charged scenes)

Some additional in-development pics. We have both very finished & very unfinished looking areas.

Legacy of Phoenotopia

Since Phoenotopia’s development concluded, we’ve received some really encouraging emails from fans expressing how much they enjoyed it and even sharing their concern about whether we were doing alright. This meant a lot, especially considering Phoenotopia was not a strong seller.

For a while now, I’ve felt the need to allay those fears and let everyone know that we’re alive and hard at work on something new. With Steam’s fourth anniversary for Phoenotopia approaching, it felt like the right moment to finally share an update.

True, Phoenotopia was not a strong seller, but it would not turn out to be as bleak as I previously believed. Long after sales should have dwindled to zero, the game found a small, but steady threshold—a lifeline that has kept us funded. We’ve also been able to rely on family (and the occasional side job or two) to stay afloat.

Lastly, I think the game got some organic word of mouth, so there would be random times here and there where a youtuber or renowned streamer covered Phoenotopia and we’d get an unusual sales spike out of nowhere.

So, to all the fans who supported us, whether by buying the game, spreading the word, or just sending us kind messages—thank you! You’ve sustained us in ways you may not even realize, and we’re incredibly grateful 🙇

Chronicling Star Iliad’s development with a new Dev Log! (on wordpress)

After Phoenotopia, there was a bit of wandering around and thinking about what was next.

I wanted to settle into a quieter pace of development for a while. With Phoenotopia, I had been doing long form dev log updates. I wanted to try something different – a smaller, but more frequent form of dev logging. And it appeared that the new dev blogging meta was social media like Twitter & Instagram.

But there was no point in starting right away. Because 4 years back, we didn’t know what we were working on. It would take about a year of exploring & feeling around before “Star Iliad” developed enough shape and form that it could be talked about. Then we started twitter (@StarIliad) and instagram (@StarIliad), and started posting. Not as regular as I thought I would it turns out – short form updates have their own unique challenges and dev logging is always easy to neglect.

Still, if you’re curious, you can look at the StarIliad twitter account and enjoy the past 3 years of short form dev log posts (it may keep you entertained for all of 10 minutes).

As for the instagram account, it never quite took off, basically dying right out the gate >_>

In any case, we’re in the midst of development. It’s difficult to see the finish line from here, so I can’t announce a release date. What I can announce is the return of the dev log, where like times of yore, I will be chronicling our thoughts and tribulations until we reach the finish line. I invite you to join us by subscribing to the new dev log on wordpress.

(Also, please wishlist on Steam! It helps with the algorithm)

[reputationolivia]

sandpaper - qh43

18+ minors dni | quinn x fem!reader | whole lotta fluff | inspired by zb’s song | mutual pining (kinda) | many flashbacks | italics = flashback

(please listen to the song if you’re able to.)

wc: 3.5k

barely proofread

a/n: i was driving home & thinking of quinn (as one does) and this song started playing so i just HAD to get my thoughts out here hehe.

“summer was a drag, but spring was a friend… i’ll love you til the summer comes back again.”

quinn stomped over in your direction, monkey bars long forgotten once he saw you sitting in the sand, back against a metal pole after some kid on the playground stole your spot on the swing set. you sat there with a sad expression as jack swung carelessly on the next swing over - oblivious to the situation.

the other kids at the playground didn’t stand a chance against quinn when it came to sticking up for you. only seven years old & jacks best friend which meant you were a constant presence in their household, feeling the same responsibility when it came to protecting you as he did with jack and luke.

“hey go play somewhere else!” he said as he finally reached earshot, walking up to the kid in question as you looked up to see quinn standing in front of him, his tone quite sharp for only a kid of age 10. the kid had run off as quinn turned to you, offering his hand out to you “you’re okay right?” he asked as she took his hand, standing up and brushing the sand off herself. “i am now, thanks quinny!” she thanked him before wrapping her arms around quinn in a tight hug, showing her appreciation. quinn stood still - mostly because she was holding his arms hostage - quinn ended up pushing her on the swing after she somehow managed to convince him, claiming she couldn’t swing on her own as good as he and jack could.

you’re reminded of the memory as quinn leaned over to grab your hand, guiding you across the icy sidewalk. “careful there” he murmured, warm hand steady against yours. “still looking out for me, huh?” you tease in reference to your earlier memory but knowing there’s many more instances where he’s been protective over you.

“always” he responds, his eyes soft as he looks down at you. “you’re welcome by the way! this relationship? all me!” jacks voice cuts through, like a record player scratching a vinyl. you rolled your eyes, holding onto quinn’s bicep tightly in order to avoid falling on the sidewalk while walking over a particularly icy part of the street.

“jack!” quinn groans in annoyance. “can we get through one day without you taking credit?” jack only smirked, the memory of how it all started was impossible to ignore. meanwhile luke only rolled his eyes playfully before he began bantering with jack a few feet ahead of you and quinn.

“when did you know?” you asked softly. “know what? that i had feelings for you?” he asked and you nodded. “remember that day at the rink when a boy from jacks team came up to you?” he asked and you nodded, recalling the events.

that day happened to be one of the days the skaters and hockey players had to share the rink, and we were just a couple of minutes late due to arguing over who got to ride shotgun on the way over. practice was in full swing, with both teams mostly working on specific skills and horsing around occasionally during the small breaks. once practice finally ended, you skated over to the bench and put your guards onto the blades of your skates, walked over to the locker room to pack your gear. you finished up before us and decided to wait outside the locker room near the lobby.

you recalled that day.

“hey there, y/n.”

you looked over to see a boy from jack’s team whose name you couldn’t remember.

“hey…?” you trailed off.

“liam,” he said.

“hey there, liam,” you said, slightly confused about why he came up to you. by this point, both luke and jack had come out of the locker room but were too busy horsing around while waiting for quinn to come to your rescue.

“sorry if it’s weird i came up to you. i just wanted to introduce myself—you’re friends with the hughes, right?” he asked.

“uh, yeah… i am.” you shifted on the balls of your feet, unsure where this conversation was heading.

“so, listen, i’ve been wanting to ask you out, but i wasn’t sure if you were seeing anyone. my friend said he thinks you’re going out with quinn?” he looked at you, questioning whether it was true or not.

you didn’t know how to get out of this because, honestly, you were afraid he’d ask you out, and you weren’t particularly interested.

“oh, um—”

“hey, y/n, you ready to go?” quinn asked, putting his arm around your shoulders. you were confused by his gesture but also thankful for the out it gave you, so you chose not to question it.

“yeah, i am,” you said, looking up at him before glancing back at liam. “i’ve got to go,” you said simply before walking off with quinn, his arm still around your shoulders as you walked toward jack and luke, who were now a couple of feet away, looking in your direction.

“hey, thanks for that,” you said in reference to his gesture, figuring he’d only done it because he thought you were in distress.

“uh, yeah… no problem. who was that, anyway?” he asked, his arm now returning to his side.

“i actually don’t know. he just randomly came up to me—said his name was liam. he’s on jack’s team, i think. why?”

quinn hummed. “no reason,” he muttered, but the words felt heavy in his mouth.

“you two were talking for quite a while,” he said as you all walked toward the exit.

“is that… bad?” you asked, tilting your head and studying him.

“no, i just—” he stopped himself, realizing how ridiculous he sounded. what was he even trying to say? that you couldn’t talk to anyone else? that it bugged him when other boys talked to you? he couldn’t say that without sounding insane.

“forget it,” he mumbled.

the truth was, he didn’t know if you were in distress or not. when he walked out of the locker room, he saw his brothers messing around, and you were talking to some boy with your back turned. he stood there for a moment, feeling his stomach twist. it wasn’t like you hadn’t talked to other boys before, but there was something about this one—the way he leaned in a little too close. he frowned, his jaw tightening.

he tried to tell himself it wasn’t a big deal and that you could talk to whoever you wanted. he was just… looking out for you. that’s what older brothers did, right? except jack was your best friend, and jack didn’t seem to care. jack was busy horsing around with luke and a couple of other boys, oblivious to the fact that someone else had your attention.

you stepped closer to him as you looked up and squinted your eyes. “you’re acting weird.”

“am not.”

“are too.”

he sighed, feeling heat creep up his neck. “i just… i don’t know. i didn’t like the way he was looking at you, okay?”

your eyebrows lifted, but instead of teasing him, you smiled softly. “well, i wasn’t paying attention to him looking at me,” you said. “we were just talking. actually, you kind of saved me back there.”

quinn blinked, caught off guard. “oh.”

“yeah, oh.” you grinned, nudging his arm. “thanks for looking out for me, though.” - a new sort of vibe between you two blossoming, though it would remain unspoken.

it wasn’t much—just a quick touch—but it sent his thoughts spiraling. why did your voice sound soft all of a sudden? why did that tiny smile make his chest feel tight? he looked away, shaking his head as jack and luke fell into step with you and quinn.

“hey! you’re hogging her!” jack whined, throwing his arm around your shoulders. “what are you two whispering about anyways?”

“nothing,” quinn muttered.

jack didn’t seem convinced, though. a mischievous look crossed his face as he leaned closer to you. “you know, i think quinn gets jealous when you don’t pay attention to him.”

“shut up, jack,” quinn snapped, his ears burning.

you laughed, shoving jack off. “don’t be ridiculous.”

but when you glanced at quinn, your smile lingered just a second too long.

quinn had been quiet for a while after his flashback, the silence between them only filled by the sound of their footsteps on the snow-crusted sidewalk. she glanced up at him, her arm still wrapped around his, but his expression distant for a second, like he was lost in thought.

“quinn?” you asked softly. “what are you thinking about?”

he shook his head of his thoughts, a smile tugging at his lips, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “nothing.” his tone shifted slightly, and he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “that was the first time i realized i didn’t want anyone else to have your attention.”

your heart skipped a beat, surprised by his words, dropping your hand from his arm and into his hand, squeezing it softly. “you? mr. i’ll protect you like a little sister?”

quinn chuckled softly, “yeah really.” he said, voice lowering. “i thought it was just me looking out for you. but after that day, i started realizing i wanted… more. more than just watching over you. more than just being your ‘big brother.’” he raised his free hand, motioning air quotes.

you stopped walking for a moment and turned to him fully. he looked down at you, gaze softer now, more earnest than before.

“so…” you started. “that was the moment huh? when you realized?” quinn nodded slowly. “yeah it was like something clicked, but i didn’t really get it at first.” he paused, his thumb running over your hand softly. “it was confusing feeling that way, especially when jack was always there, making jokes, and you were… well, you. i didn’t know what to do with all those feelings.”

you smiled softly. “i didn’t know either,” you admitted. “not at first.”

luke’s voice cut through the moment from ahead of them. “you two are cute with your ‘i realized i liked you first’ speeches but can we get to dinner already?” he whined.

quinn groaned, but couldn’t hide the smile that tugged at the corner of his lips. you laughed as you continued walking alongside quinn, feeling the weight of everything unsaid between you. the years of friendship, moments of subtle longing, the way it all led to this moment.

as you all reached the restaurant, you glanced at quinn one last time, your heart full of the unsaid things that hovered between you both. and for the first time, you realized that maybe you and quinn didn't need to say it all-because you already knew.

-♡ ♡

“can you believe we’ve been together almost 10 years already?” you ask incredulously, joining quinn on the couch, the boys having gone out to visit some friends while they were in town.

“i know, it’s really crazy - and to think we finally admitted our feelings because of jacks meddling.” quinn says. “yeah, but i’m glad.” you sigh happily, laying your head on quinn’s chest.

“yeah me too, really glad.” he states, running his right hand through your hair. “y’know i wasn’t really sure if you felt the same way at first?!” you say, sitting up and placing your left palm on his chest.

“what? really?”

“yes! i totally thought it was one sided and i was just being delusional.”

“baby, i thought i was being so obvious.” he groans, smile beginning to form on his face as he tugs you back down onto his chest.

-

quinn was playing a casual game of volleyball with jack, luke, and some of their friends in the yard. he keeps glancing toward the dock, watching as you laugh with one of his cousins who came over to chat with you.

jack smirks as quinn completely misses the ball being served to him, too distracted by whatever you and the cousin are talking about.

“dude, what was that?” jack teases. “sorry, i wasn’t paying attention,” quinn mumbles, though his eyes are still glued to you. jack follows his gaze and grins knowingly. “you’re so obvious, it’s painful.”

“what are you talking about?” quinn snaps, turning back to the game and pretending to care about what’s going on. “you’re staring at her like she hung the moon,” jack says under his breath, just loud enough for quinn to hear. quinn rolls his eyes, but his cheeks flush. “shut up, jack.”

jack just laughs. “you should probably stop glaring at ryan, though. he’s literally just making her laugh.” quinn doesn’t reply, but the scowl on his face softens as his cousin waves goodbye to you and walks back toward the yard.

once the game is over, quinn heads toward the dock where you’re still sitting, your chin propped on your knees as you watch the water.

“hey, you want to come inside? we’re about to eat,” he says. you look up and smile. “i think i’ ll stay out here for a bit. the sunset looks pretty.” quinn hesitates before sitting down next to you. he’s quiet for a moment, and you nudge his shoulder.

“you okay?” you ask, genuinely curious. “yeah. just tired,” he lies.

you frown slightly, shifting to face him more. “you push yourself too hard, you know. you don’t have to carry everything on your shoulders all the time, quinn.” your words make his heart ache, but he just shrugs and avoids your eyes. “it’s fine.”

you don’t press him, leaning back on your hands and glancing at the water again. “your hoodie’s really comfortable, by the way. i’m keeping it.” he smiles, feeling his face heat up, finally looking at you. “you always say that, and yet it somehow still ends up back in my closet.”

“maybe because i’m nice and give it back eventually,” you tease. “or because you can’t fit it in your dresser with all the other stuff of mine you steal,” he shoots back. you roll your eyes but grin at him, and the way the golden light of the setting sun reflects in your eyes makes his stomach flip.

luke and jack come running over from the yard, yelling about how dinner’s ready. jack glances between you and quinn, shaking his head with a knowing smile.

“you coming or what?” jack asks, clearly amused. “yeah, we’re coming,” quinn says quickly, standing up and offering you a hand.

as you take it and get to your feet, jack leans in just close enough to quinn to mutter, “you’re hopeless, bro.” quinn glares at him, but jack just laughs and runs off with luke.

you don’t notice the exchange, your attention already on the house as you head inside. meanwhile, quinn trails behind, his gaze lingering on you for a second too long before following.

“i think everyone realized it before us.” you say, your left arm tucked underneath you as your right arm is thrown across quinn.

“i think so too.”

“we realized it soon enough though, don’t you think?”

you sat on the edge of the dock, your feet dangling above the water as the ripples glimmered in the fading sunlight. the soft chirping of crickets and the gentle lapping of the lake against the shore filled the air, but the sound of jack and luke’s distant laughter reminded you this wasn’t just a peaceful evening—it was a setup.

quinn sat next to you, his knee brushing yours as he leaned back on his hands. he seemed unusually quiet, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

“they’re up to something,” you said, breaking the silence.

quinn smirked, glancing over at you. “when aren’t they?”

you laughed softly, shaking your head. “true, but this feels different. like… why would they just leave us here after insisting we race down to the dock?”

quinn shifted, sitting up straighter as he pulled his hands into his lap. “maybe… maybe they thought we should talk,” he murmured, his voice so low you almost missed it.

“talk about what?” you asked, tilting your head to look at him.

he hesitated, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. his cheeks were flushed, whether from the fading sun or something else, you weren’t sure.

you wondered if he was talking about that slightly awkward vibe that’s been between you two lately.

what could he possibly say? i mean what was there even to say? sure your dynamic had changed over the past few months, but you weren’t sure it was something he acknowledged or it it was just you.

“about us,” he said finally, the words quiet and unsure. oh. your heart skipped a beat, your stomach twisting with a mix of anticipation and nerves. “us?”

quinn nodded but didn’t look at you right away. his eyes stayed fixed on the rippling water in front of him, his shoulders slightly hunched.

“yeah. um…” he cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “i—I don’t really know how to say this, so… i guess i’ll just say it.” he paused, finally turning to meet your gaze. his eyes were wide and uncertain, and he gave you a nervous smile. “i… like you. like, like you like you. as more than… as more than just friends, more than my little brothers best friend.”

your breath caught in your throat, and you stared at him, stunned. the confession hung in the air between you, heavy and fragile. you stared at him, your mind racing. he must have taken your silence as a bad sign because he quickly looked away, his words tumbling out in a rush.

“i mean, i know it’s probably stupid, and maybe you don’t feel the same, and i don’t want to mess anything up between us, but i’ve been keeping it in for so long, and jack and luke keep telling me to just—”

“quinn,” you interrupted, your voice soft.

he froze, his lips pressing together as he finally dared to look at you again. “yeah?”

a small smile tugged at your lips. “i like you too.”

his eyes widened, disbelief flashing across his face. “you… you do?”

you nodded, your cheeks burning. “yeah. i just… i didn’t think you liked me back, so i never said anything.”

he let out a shaky laugh, his shoulders relaxing as relief washed over him. “seriously?”

“seriously,” you said, your voice warm. “i was just as nervous about ruining things as you were.”

quinn shook his head, laughing softly. “we’re both so dumb.”

“biggest idiots,” you agreed, grinning. you couldn’t believe this was really happening.

he smiled back, his confidence growing slightly as he shifted closer. his knee pressed against yours, and his hand hovered near yours.

“so, uh…” he swallowed hard, glancing down at your joined knees before looking back into your eyes. “can i… i mean, would it be okay if i…?” he was so awkwardly cute.

you didn’t need him to finish. your heart pounding, you nodded. “yeah,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

he leaned in slowly, his movements tentative and careful. when his lips brushed against yours, it was soft and unsure, but the warmth of the moment made your head spin. the kiss deepened slightly, and you felt a rush of emotions—relief, happiness, and something you couldn’t quite name but never wanted to let go of. ever.

when you pulled back, both of you were blushing and smiling like fools.

“so… what do we tell jack and luke?” you asked, your voice breathless. quinn’s forehead against yours.

quinn laughed quietly, shaking his head. “nothing. let them figure it out.”

as if on cue, jack and luke appeared at the edge of the dock, both wearing triumphant grins.

“called it!” jack crowed, punching the air. “you’re welcome!” luke added, smirking.

quinn groaned, his face burning, but when he glanced at you, his expression softened. his heart felt like it was about to burst at the seems.

“thanks for making me race to the dock,” you teased quinn, your smile bright.

“thanks for beating me,” he replied with a shy grin, his fingers brushing yours before intertwining them. you felt your cheeks heat up again under jack and luke’s eyes, using quinn’s chest as a shield to hide from their eyes.

as the sun dipped below the horizon, the two of you walked back to the house together, jack and luke trailing behind, their laughter filling the air. quinn surprising you by taking your hand in his.

this was the perfect way to end the summer, feeling blissful, and carefree like a massive weight was taken off your shoulders.

“i don’t think i would’ve ever confessed how i felt about you if it wasn’t because of luke and jacks meddling - and even then you were the first to admit your feelings” you say recalling how nervous you’d been.

“i’ve loved you since we were small, i’ve loved you as a friend, and as the years went by it blossomed into something more, a different kind of love.” quinn spoke.

“oh my quinny, it’s been years and you’re still the biggest crush i’ve ever had.” you spoke, knowing it was true, knowing how lucky you were to have found your person so young in life and to still feel like your heart might explode. so full of love even years later.

you’ve loved each other for almost all the seasons of your lives.

another a/n: i really hope you guys enjoyed this one :) i really loved writing this one and i think i might want to do more on them later on so let me know if that’s something anyone’s interested in :) love you guys ♡ have a great day/night!!