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zorange13 Ā· 2 days ago
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ā€” love island, enhypen edition
enha as the islanders x afab reader (hyung line).
will post maknae line soon (let me know if y'all want it!!)
warnings/content. suggestive content, got WAYYY carried away with jakeā€™s part, slowburn, reality tv au, YEARNINGGG, romantic competition, half-cheating, angst, light e2l, swearing, jealousy, insecurity, drama-heavy (duh)
lightly proofread, i did NOT sleep to write this lmao.
word count: 7.2k
inspired by the aot edition from @rynfiles, pls check them out!!
Heeseung ģ“ķ¬ģŠ¹
def a smooth ass talker, so charismaticĀ 
such a heartthrob
would be a fan favorite at first
an OG and would partner up with whoever he wants
also prob have a kiss by the end of the first episodeĀ 
knows heā€™s hot and would honestly use that to his advantage to get to know everyone, esp in early days
genuinely so funny and would be one of the guys that gets along well with both the boys and girls
however, he would be a lil bit of a fuckboy, but he would feel so bad about it after watching the show back at the end.
being a libra, hee is naturally (and sometimes unintentionally) very flirty to the point where a girl might think she is being led on. even if heā€™s just trying to be nice.Ā 
cue one of the girls saying, ā€œidk like heeseung and i just seem to have a good connection.ā€
10 minutes later heā€™s tonguing down another girl.
so him and his first pairing would just end in a pretty messy situation
fans start to not fw him
he would be in couples and stay throughout the whole show just because heā€™s good tv.Ā 
heā€™d be on the chopping block a few times but would somehow the producers would find something to save him (rob cough cough)
fans love to hate him
but wouldnā€™t truly fall head over heels until about week 3 and really hit it off with a girl. no one else matters to him at that point
youā€™d be a bombshell (duh)
but by the time casa amor comes around and he wants to close things off, the girls would be gone by that point
heā€™d be fuming
but then when the casa girls come, heā€™d be like ā€˜nah, i miss my girlā€™
but his head would be slightly turned by one of them
maybe a kiss or two, heavy petting unfortunately
but then when the girls are sent the video of what the boys have been doingā€¦
best believe heeseung would get his ass handed to him at the recoupling
wouldnā€™t be able to look at you, once he sees the look in your eyes was when it hit him.
he wouldnā€™t bring anyone back though!!
you would put a pillow between them
fans kinda hate him at this point, like bro is public enemy #1
but he would do anything to win you back
iā€™m talking on HIS KNEES, yearning !!
a clip on tiktok would go viral of him for that
ā€œif i have to show you why youā€™re the one for me, iā€™ll do it again. over and over again until you want me. i donā€™t care what it takes. i canā€™t let you go.ā€
fans would swoon, then hate themselves for liking him again (real asf)
kordell and serena coded as far as the casa situation
days of nice gestures until you felt you wanted him to stop
he would (try to) make you breakfast and bring it up to the beauty room; giving you a kiss on the side of your head as he left. saying ā€œi know you like your eggs scrambled and your coffee light and sweetā€
it would prob taste terrible itā€™s the thought that counts
the girls would giggle after he got far enough from the door, but you didnā€™t pay much mind
making you cheese toasties in the middle of the day when he ā€œjust so happensā€ to hear that youā€™re hungry.
after days of groveling, you cave when he enlists jay and jake to help him make your favorite food for candlelit dinner by the beach.
ā€œi know i fucked up, i know that i hurt you badly. but please, if you give me this chance to prove that iā€™m not just some asshole, i will be the best boyfriend youā€™ve ever had.ā€
ā€œboyfriend?ā€
ā€œboyfriend.ā€
would have the hideaway for the night
would def make use of the toys in there
can see yā€™all being in the final 4
final date is horseback riding and dinner at one of the luxury resorts in fiji
his finale speech would send twitter in a spiral
ā€œi came in here not expecting anything from this, just a fun time. just a free vacation and beautiful women. i seriously thought that i was on my way out because i had burnt all of my bridges. but when you showed up, i justā€”ā€ sighs, trying not to let himself get choked up. ā€œI knew you were so out of my league. even now you are, i felt like a guy like me didnā€™t deserve a woman like you. youā€™re not scared to call me out on my bullshit, you make me laugh, you made me earn you. despite all of the bullshit i put you through, you extended grace and thereā€™s nothing more i could ask for from you and that will be the last time i ever ask you to extend me that much. but that look in your eye told me everything that i needed to know. watching that clip of you cry in the girlā€™s arms during movie night was all that i needed to know that i will never in my life, do anything to make someone i love feel like that ever again. youā€™re it for me, and no matter what happens tonight, win or lose; iā€™m a winner because I get to walk out with you.ā€
ā€œlove?ā€
ā€œlove.ā€
would have the whole villa in TEARS
reformed fuckboyā„¢ + the queen who tamed him = they donā€™t even need to win
runners-up!!
Jay ė°•ģ¢…ģ„±
the most chill one there tbh
og and would pair with who he likedĀ 
but they would burn out not from drama, but they realized there was a lack of chemistry
wouldnā€™t stir much drama but WOULD PULL for sure
he knew what he signed up for of course but is more of slow burner
he doesnā€™t like to entertain someone he isnā€™t interested in if he knew there was someone else he might like more
if his heart isnā€™t in it, heā€™s not gonna waste your time or his own
so heā€™d just be honest and the girls would love him for that
grows close with a lot of them and even offers advice when needed
blunt, but transparent and the fans like him
such a breath of fresh air from all of the weird, sneaky boys
the type that you would def know if he liked you
would somehow end up making out with one of the bombshells in soul ties, they couple up
the chefā„¢
is always the one helping out with dinner
the girls always ask him to make them something because they know heā€™d never say no
isnā€™t the life of the party but is never a buzz kill
knows how to have fun and will always be there to have a good laugh.
would fizzle out with that bombshell
ā€œyouā€™re cool and so gorgeous. i just donā€™t feel anything deeper and iā€™m sorry.ā€
bombshell would be understanding not take it personally, sheā€™s more into heeseung anyway lmao
kinda goes on aimlessly
would end up kissing one of the og girls (you) during a challenge in week 2 and holy shit
he liked it a lot more than heā€™d expect
wouldnā€™t know how to handle it and would feel like shit
i mean itā€™s only week 2 but weeks here feel like months
so technically, everyoneā€™s been dating for 2 months !!
would talk to jake and would eventually just approach you about it. better to live with no regrets
ā€œhey, can i pull you for a chat?ā€ he says to you as youā€™re lounging on one of the day beds.
ā€œof course,ā€ you stood up and he ruffled your hair with a smile as yā€™all walked to one of the swinging benches.
ā€œso remember when we kissed earlier? in the challenge?ā€
ā€œyeah? iā€™m sure iā€™d remember who i kissed.ā€
ohā€¦he liked this girl for real now
your own couple wouldnā€™t be too solid either seeing as it was so early but not
still wanted to be respectful though !!
nonetheless you end up recoupling and that guy gets sent home
sad to see a friend of his go home but very happy that he could love on his girl openly now
so head over heels, still makes the girls food because heā€™s a gentleman
but he brings you full on meals!! steaks, ribs, chicken (fried, baked, grilled, doesnā€™t matter !!! your wish is his command) the most they were getting out of him was a cheese toastie, theyā€™ll be lucky if they get a piece of meat on it
you would def have a ā€˜my man, my manā€™ attitude after that which he lowkey loved
the girls made jokes about how they lost their personal chef and would start hassling their men to cook for them
you left a note on your mirror for him before you dipped for casa.Ā 
ā€œiā€™m not the best at goodbyes, but i didnā€™t want to leave without saying something. thank you for being so good to me, for being real with me, and for making me feel like i matter here. i know things arenā€™t always easy to say, but iā€™m happy with you. i hope youā€™re doing okay while iā€™m gone, and iā€™ll be thinking about you. canā€™t wait to come back to you.
p.s. the foodā€™s not the same without you here.ā€
then left a kiss in his favorite lipstick of yours on the mirror next to the note
he was irritated at no goodbye but tried to maintain some sort of sanityĀ 
after all the guys all filed out of the beauty room, he kissed the mark you left on the mirror and considered that his parting kiss
grab the note to put it in his pocket and keep by his bed to look at
he also saw you left the lipstick right on the vanity so he took that too
TWITTER WOULD SPIRAL !!!
the casa girls came and they came with the heat let me tell you
but he didnā€™t give in no no no
though he WAS tempted
he was chatting by the firepit with one of the casa girls and she leaned in to kiss him
he ALMOST fumbled
but he was solid, the plastic component of your lipstick in his back pocket a reminder of who was gonna be waiting for him on the other side
gently shoots the girl down for giving her the wrong impression, ā€œiā€™m sorry if it seemed like anything else but i miss my girl and i just donā€™t think kisses outside of challenges are appropriate.ā€
very respectful
but the girl does not take too kindly to it
he doesnā€™t care because he likes you
heā€™s not trippin because likeā€¦can she fight? lmao
makes it back to the villa in one piece !!
is running back to you
fidgeting at the firepit because didnā€™t want to stand there to wait for yā€™all to officially full on be a couple again
kissing you down when he gets to you
making everyone hold their hearts at the cuteness
closes off with you that night and are the first ones to get in the hideaway !!
everyone voted you guys to go
you wore this amazing baby blue lingerie and he almost lost it
he put you in them fuzzy pink handcuffs that nightĀ 
everything is smooth sailingĀ 
in the final 4Ā 
final date is dinner on a yacht then jet skiing on the sunset
then at the finale he would also give a speech that is so cute but so him!!
ā€œiā€™m not good at words but thatā€™s not an excuse to give a subpar speech because you deserve more than that. you have been so solid and wonderful through this whole experience. i never expected after 2 weeks itā€™d be me and you but iā€™m glad we got to harvest a friendship first.ā€ He blushed, looking away from you as you laughed and gave him his time to simmer down. ā€œiā€™d fall in love with you in any universe. the same way how iā€™d cook you anything youā€™d ask me to because you simply deserve it. you deserve to be treated like royalty and you know with me, iā€™m gonna deliver. you donā€™t have to lift a finger. you donā€™t have to worry about anything. not money, not my loyalty, my honesty. you came here to get the man you deserve and iā€™m here to give you that, baby.ā€ would lift your hand to kiss it as he asked, ā€œwill you let me be your boyfriend?ā€
twitter meltdownā€”simple as that.
the producers picked good men this seasonā€¦
yā€™all won and splitā€”well actually, he gave you all of the prize money !!
every. last. dime.
thereā€™s nothing other to describe him as perfectā€”he was patient, didnā€™t hoe around, had intentions and pursued you when it mattered the most.Ā 
ofc heā€™s the fan favorite and yā€™all are talked about online for forever as one of the best couples to come out of love island
Jake ģ‹¬ģž¬ģœ¤
one of the sweetest guys there like seriously
cinnamon rollā„¢Ā 
another og
itā€™s physically impossible to hate him
fans are swooning because theyā€™ve never seen this many hot guys on love island at once
especially when all of them are heartthrobs and have so much potential
jakey is so beloved by the guys because heā€™s justā€¦a bro
BUT HE GIVES GREAT ADVICE and is pretty chill
also knows how to have fun and is usually the one (besides heeseung) to like initiate a game or something fun to do
the villa can get boring when yā€™all are just sitting around all day
as for the girls, he gets along very well
he knows heā€™s good-looking but he doesnā€™t do too much
that accent gets them
very humble
all of the girls have wanted a piece of him at one point and quite frankly none of them were his type ???
ā€œheyā€¦broā€¦ā€ heā€™d say to them, as he sat down with them during chats
so the girls just stayed his friend and didnā€™t want to embarrass themselves further
went through a depressive period for a few weeks
coupling with girls just to stay alive
until a bombshell, you,ā€”came in.
he legit had all of the guys come to the firepit so he could tell them you were off limits
they listened, except for one
that bastard
some drama arose as there was gonna be a recoupling that sent one of the guys home
this only further incentivized jake to pursue you harder
ā€œhey, can i steal you for chat?ā€ he approaches you as you sat in the kitchen talking to the other guy
he didnā€™t feel bad, as you said ā€œof course,ā€ he made sure to give the guy a sly look as he placed his arm around your waist as you followed him up to soul ties.Ā 
fans loved him even more now: ā€œok jakey going after what he wants!!!!ā€ ā€œnah ngl if a cinnamon roll looked at me like that iā€™d self eliminate fr lmaoā€ ā€œwell he said she was off limits *shrug emoji*ā€ ā€œhe canā€™t even be mad at jake like he hasnā€™t had not one connection the whole time. let him get the girl he wants !!ā€
he knew he couldnā€™t sit on his ass and wait for you to come naturally
as he got to know you, he realized you were like him
a hot geek!!
you loved math and science just like himĀ 
you were always correcting people
and somehow you loved the same shows and movies
itā€™s like youā€™re him, just the girl version!!
needless to say, he falls fast and hard
he knew how to cook pretty well, so he would make you breakfast every morningĀ 
hot chocolate, with big marshmallows and a waffle
all made from scratch of course!! he took some pointers from jay ;)
the other guy continued to pursue you, to which he encouraged you
he knew what he was there for but who was he to limit you to one connection?
ā€œiā€™m here for you and i know what i want. but iā€™m also never gonna tell you to put me above you; if you feel you want to explore then go handle that.ā€ he told you as you settled in between his legs, back against his chest on one of the daybeds. you had your eyes shut as you leaned your head on his shoulder as gently caressed your leg with one hand and your arm with another. relishing in the serenity of the feeling and the waves crashing against each other.
this is right when you knew you werenā€™t going anywhere
fans also ate this up: ā€œi just need someone to hold me like jake holds her and iā€™ll be ok, i promiseā€ ā€œi would let him do the most unspeakable things to me, Lord forgive meā€ ā€œjust give me 3 minutes.ā€
was some part of him anxious as hell? absolutely, but he meant what he said
it was up to you, either way someone was going home
so when you got a text later that afternoon, you read it aloud to everyone (basically screaming it but itā€™s ok)Ā 
ā€œitā€™s almost decision time! you must decide where your heart lies. tonight, you will choose who you want to couple up with, and one guy will be sent home. solve for x and see where you end up! #toobadsosad #makingupforlosttime #gotmyanglesonyouā€
you flustered at the reminders of the conversations you and jake were having
but it was funny nonetheless
that night at the firepit, you had never see jake so distraught
he spaced out which he like never does but now it was time for you to make your choice
you stood up in your heels, almost shaking but maintaining composure
ā€œi would like to couple up with this boy because he has been so amazing and consistent since my time here.ā€ jake listened to you intently as you spoke, hopefully trying to pick up on something that could indicate that youā€™d pick him.
ā€œwe also get along really well and i feel that in the short time that iā€™ve been here, weā€™ve been able to get on pretty well. i know that if we have a chance to further this connection, then something great will be able to come from it.ā€
ok, he was getting hopeful
ā€œwe bond over so many things, and i feel like we mirror each other. people say that itā€™s hard to be with someone thatā€™s just like you. however, studies show that 89% of couples share the same values and similarities, making them successful and at a lower rate of divorce.ā€
your fellow islanders laughed at your random, yet endearing factoid
jake just tilted his head as he stared at you lovingly, ā€œthatā€™s my girl,ā€ he whispered to himself
ā€œso the boy iā€™d like to couple up with isā€¦ā€Ā 
fingers crossed
surprise. ā€œjake.ā€ you said with a bright smile on your face.
jake wanted to run to you and kiss you until his last dying breath
BUT he had some sort of couthĀ 
he dapped up the guy that he was standing by, he didnā€™t want to because he felt he was an asshole but still. respect.
then he walked over to you with the brightest smile in the world and hugged you so tight you almost complained but you let him have his moment. ā€œyouā€™re so amazing, baby. youā€™re mine now,ā€ his whispered into your ear. the mic just barely picked it up.
he pulled back and gave you the gentlest kiss youā€™ve felt in your life, that you barely even felt
viral moment
it was hard to watch the guy pack his stuffĀ 
yes, he knows that he got you now but after coming to his senses in a way, the guy just wanted to find love the same way they all did
they ended up having a conversation before he left and they squashed the beef
later that night, you and jake showered together
made sure to lock the door, there was like 8 other bathrooms in this big ass house
the others could use another one
BUT it was nothing freaky deaky
just gentle, intimate
you detangled and washed his hair for himĀ 
granted it was very hard to keep his hands off of you
just this perfect body in front of him in this big ass shower where he had ample room to do what he wanted
but he kept it cute, only letting his hands slide south when you let him
but a little kiss didnā€™t hurt
his hand wrapped around your neck as pulled you to cover his lips with yours. the familiar taste of your lips sending jolts through his body. he groaned at the sensation as you followed. ā€œshouldā€™ve done this at the firepit, right in front of that bastard. that way he wouldā€™ve known you were really mine all along.ā€
he left a lil hickey
nothing too crazy
yā€™all def did it in the bed with everybody there that night though
casa amor rolls around
yā€™all are doing good even before then
challenges were fun, vibes were on point!!
but just like the others, you bounce without a word. but you also left a note just like heeseungā€™s girl
ā€œhi jakey !! iā€™m gonna be gone for a while but not to worry. distance makes the heart grow fonder. i trust you, and i hope you honor me while iā€™m away because i will do the same for you <3 p.s. i sprayed my perfume on our bed so if a bitch even tries to lie there sheā€™ll be getting a piece of me. hugs and kisses xoxo !!ā€
he audibly laughed at your note, some tears threatening to escape him but quickly sucked it up
he missed you already, his baby
his little einstein
he tucked the note in his pocket for safe keeping
remember what i said before, the casa girls are coming in hot!!
and jake being the funā€”and niceā€”guy he is, makes the girls feel welcomeĀ 
until one of them pulls him for chat and he accepts
she came onto and him for some reason something came over him
to this day he canā€™t put his finger on if it was the excitement of a new face after seeing the same ones every single day for, what felt like, foreverĀ 
or just lack of self control
maybe both
but he fucks her
when the guys found out they were jarred
even heeseung, the resident fuckboyā„¢ wasnā€™t that wild
needless to say, jake has never felt more disgusted with himself
the support he amassed over the last few goes down the drain as this was one of the biggest twists of the season
i said hee became public enemy #1 before but no, jake was hated BAD!!!
fans were hurt themselves: ā€œbro i feel so bad for y/n, she was everything and more and he just shit on her, fuck jakeā€ ā€œi really donā€™t believe in love anymore, this is wildā€ ā€œimagine going thru ALL THAT with a girl that was made for you just to hook up with a random casa girl bc of a ā€˜minor slip upā€™ what a loserā€
going back to the villa wasā€¦a journey to say the least
but when he got back you were smiling
hard
likeā€¦you couldnā€™t wait to see him
him, along with the boys were confused as they all thought that youā€™d seen what happened due to heeseung just getting heat
but no
you seemed to know nothing
and jake just played along, he didnā€™t bring anyone back and neither did you
ā€œhello, my einstein,ā€ he hugged you as he spun you around before gently placing you back on the wooden deck of the firepit.
the silence amongst the boys was deafening, there were already tensions due to heeseungā€™s situation, but the girls still tried to be happy for you and cheer you on. them clearly being oblivious to what really went down.
a few days passed and jake carried along as normal as he could, still consulting jay about this hole in chest called guilt that he couldnā€™t shake. he had to tell you.
until sunghoonā€™s girl got a text, she beckoned all of them to front
ā€œislanders, itā€™s time for movie night! watch some exclusive clips from your time in the villa and casa amor! grab your seats and watch some dirty truths be unveiled. #nosecretshere #lightscameradramaā€
everyone looked at each other with unsure looks, the boys getting glared and cold stares left and right.Ā 
you felt terrible, ā€œi feel so bad, i know [heeseungā€™s girl] went through so much the last few days. iā€™d hate for her to have to almost relive it, you know?ā€ you said to jake, to which he hugged you with a small ā€˜yeahā€™
everyone gathered around and it was time to pick which ā€œmovieā€ yā€™all wanted to watch
they chose ā€˜experiment gone wrongā€™
and that was when you saw it
jake tonguing down this girl, which stung, but ok this was during a challenge so nothing crazy
the next clip cut to them talking at the firepit and he was just giggling it up
then they kissed
which was more than enough to make your heart feel like it smashed into a million pieces
then the next clip was of them making out on yours and his shared bed
then he covered both of them with the comforter as the camera moved to a new angle where they threw their clothes onto the floor from beneath the sheets
then on the outside on the firepit right where they were, laid the note you left for him before you left
then it faded to black
the silence was deafening
the girlā€™s right by you sat in shock as you were all equally.
the first to break the silence was jungwonā€™s girl ā€œso yā€™all knew?ā€
the boys were all looking down in shame
silence. crickets.
you wanted so badly to say something but your voice simply wouldnā€™t allow you
you just remember breaking down into jungwonā€™s girlā€™s arms as she rested her hand on your head, stroking your head to give you some consolation as the rest of the girlā€™s cursed them out.
jake just sat there, tears in his eyes as croaked out, ā€œi didnā€™t mean toā€”ā€
ā€œwhat didnā€™t mean to do what? she trusted you, we all did! yā€™all are some grimy ass people for not even letting one of us know. like you didnā€™t have to tell her. at least one of us and we couldā€™ve done something!ā€
ā€œjake you are such a piece of shitā€
ā€œi know,ā€ he whimpered, leaning back into the couch
ā€œif youā€™re capable of keeping some shit like that from her then youā€™re capable of anything.ā€
he knew what the girls were saying was true to someā€“well, a huge extent. but he wasnā€™t looking at them.Ā 
he was looking at you break down over something that he did out of pure tactlessness
the producers didnā€™t let you get up until the clips were done being shown but as soon as they were done, you sped walked right inside
knowing jake was hot on your tail
before you can ever get past even the middle of the yard space he catches up you
ā€œy/n please,ā€ he says, pleading. ā€œi can explain,ā€
you looked at him, with nothing but pure pain and desolation, ā€œexplain what? your dick just somehow slipped inside her on accident?ā€
he shook his head, ā€œbabyā€”ā€
that was when you snapped, yelling at for the first time ever. ā€œno! you lost the privilege to call me that! iā€™m nothing to you, do you hear me? nothing! you are a sick and twisted individual. nevermind the hooking up thing because a part of me expected it. men will be men, but for you to have days to tell me and you let me find out along with everyone else?ā€
ā€œplease, can we just talk about this somewhere else?ā€ his voice cracked as he began to sob, not caring if all of your peers were watching
ā€œyouā€™re such a con artist, you made me believe you. made me believe that everything was fine and dandy between us and that i was like the one for youā€”ā€
ā€œbut you are, you areā€”ā€ he grabbed his hair, pulling it from stress and frustration. ā€œgosh, you are! i just fucked upā€”ā€
ā€œi gave you my body, jake. does that not mean anything to you?ā€
he sobbed loudly, not even caring how he looked anymore. ā€œyes! it means everything just please understand me!ā€ he grabbed your shoulders to hopefully make you listen. ā€œi fucked up. i know iā€™m a shitty person for doing that and i know iā€™m even shittier than lying to you like this and keeping you in the dark. but please trust me when i say that it was a mistake and will never happen again.ā€
ā€œyouā€™ve shown me who you are, jake. iā€™m taking it for what it is. youā€™ve made your choice and it wasnā€™t me.ā€ you said, cold and distant
choking back sobs as he tries to reach for you again. ā€œy/n, please. iā€™m begging you. donā€™t do this. iā€™ll do anything. iā€™ll make it right, just give me a chance.ā€
ā€œfuck you, jake.ā€
jungwonā€™s girl ends up sleeping with you outside that night
jake cries himself to sleep, even though he could barely do that
the next day you were more angry than hurt
when he brought you breakfast, you threw it out the window right in front of face
youā€™re like 60% sure bits of the eggs ended up in the pool
everytime he tried to talk to you, you ignored him
if he asked to pull you for a chat while you speaking to someone, you continued talking as if he wasnā€™t standing there, literally begging you for a conversation
he was vapor to you and it wasnā€™t fun being like this but he needed to be punished
until one recoupling, he decides to self-eliminate
this rippled shock throughout the villa, even you
during his final speech, ā€œi felt like i came here to find a connection. i did, and regardless of how it turned out, iā€™m so grateful for the time that i did get with that person. i know i did the mostā€¦distasteful things but i also know that forgiveness comes with time and it shouldnā€™t be on your terms.ā€ he looked at you with longing eyes, ā€œy/n, i love you,ā€Ā 
the L word in love island is likeā€¦unheard of almost like oh my god ??/?/?/ so your stomach was in knots
ā€œand i will do anything to see you happy, baby, always. if that means being free from me than iā€™ll do it and i will let you have the experience you so rightfully deserve, soā€¦thatā€™s why iā€™d like to go home. i got what i came here for.ā€
there were definitely tears from everyone in the villa
jake had been everyoneā€™s best friend so to see him go was hard
you and him exchanged longing glances and a gentle nod before he walked out and the ā€˜loves me notā€™ sign flashes
you ended up leaving the following week
you just wandered about aimlessly
bombshells came but none of them compared to jakeĀ 
you were eliminated and was actually glad to go home and see your family after all these months
definitely sad because at this point, you spent so much time and gotten along well with everyone that they considered you an og at this point
but you left with your chest held high
but as soon as you got your phone back you saw you sat at a good 2M followers on instagram, which was like 1,999,900 million more than you came in here with.
you took a look at your dmā€™s and saw a familiar face text you:
ā€œhey gorgeous,
i know you probably wonā€™t see this for a while, but i couldnā€™t just leave things unsaid. iā€™ve spent so much time thinking about everything, and i know thereā€™s no excuse for what i did. i messed up, badly. i hurt you, and iā€™ll never be able to fully fix that, no matter how much i wish i could. but i need you to know that iā€™m truly sorry. not just for what i did, but for letting you down in ways that went beyond just that moment.
i was selfish. i let my insecurities and confusion get the better of me, and in doing so, i betrayed your trust. i lied to you, and i let you believe things were okay when they werenā€™t. the worst part is, i knew better. i knew what i was doing was wrong, but i still did it. i donā€™t expect forgiveness from you, not after what i did, but i hope you can eventually find it in yourself to heal from this.
you deserve someone who values you and respects you, someone who sees you for who you truly are, not just in the moments when things are easy. i failed you in that regard. i let you down in front of everyone, and iā€™m sorry for that. but i want you to know that i will always think of you, and no matter what happens, youā€™ll always be important to me.
i donā€™t know if youā€™ll ever want to talk to me again, and honestly, i wouldnā€™t blame you if you didnā€™t. iā€™m not asking for forgiveness, and iā€™m not asking for anything except that you take care of yourself, y/n. you deserve the world. and iā€™ll keep working on becoming someone better, even if itā€™s too late for us.
i hope that wherever you are, youā€™re finding peace and happiness. iā€™ll be here if you ever want to reach out, but i understand if you need time or if you donā€™t ever want to. just know iā€™m thinking of you, and iā€™ll always be rooting for you. i wouldnā€™t change a thing if it meant i got to experience the beauty that is you.
take care of yourself. you were more than everything to me. i love you einstein.
your jakey <3
ok that felt like a gut punch
you sat there, on your bed wondering your next move
then you got to typing
Sunghoon ė°•ģ„±ķ›ˆ
heā€™s for sure a bombshell
one of the bombshells that comes in the blind kissing challenges to confuse all of the girls
heā€™s had his eye on you for a whileĀ 
so when he gets to kiss you, heā€™s more than prepared to rock your world
he takes his time with you as he runs a gentle finger down your lips to the valley of your breasts as he pulls you closer by your hips
then he pulled you in so your lips could meet his and it was up from there
everyone was so confusedĀ 
ā€œjake?ā€ ā€œnah that's not himā€
ā€œheeseung?ā€ ā€œnah heā€™s not as aggressiveā€
the boys were in complete shock, some of there were dying laughing
others bitter because he was kissing their girls lmaooo
when the girls took their blindfolds off, they were screaming in shock
you laughed something serious!!
but when you got a look at sunghoon, you were also very shook
he wasā€¦scarily beautiful, like he almost made you feel insecure lmao
but he couldnā€™t stop looking at you
you and the girls congregated after that to discuss details
ā€œyo, heā€™s hot as fuckā€ ā€œheā€™s gorgeousā€ ā€œyā€™all donā€™t even know what to do with all thatā€
the fans were thrown. they were gagged.Ā 
TWITTER WAS SCREAMINGGG ā€œ#needthatā€
the guys all whispered about him, impressed that he came in with such a bang
others, whose couples werenā€™t so steady in their couples were worried
but they saw how he kissed you
he wanted you
during the challenge where america weighs in on what they feel about them
he gets voted to be like the biggest fuckboy
which again, makes heeseung laugh because he was that was his thingā„¢Ā 
everyone even voted him too, so to hear americaā€™s thoughts made the girls think the world knew something they didnā€™t
but back to sunghoon
his feelings were a little hurt
he wasnā€™t sure if it was the way he looked that gave people that impression
but he never kissed any girls outside of challenges so it didnā€™t make much sense
sure he had his fun outside of the villa
but he knew that he was going to be on national television, so he did try to dial it back
you were very turned off by this
you admitted in the confessionals, ā€œiā€™ve had my fair share of fuckboys. i even knew by coming here that i wasnā€™t exempt from them! so to be real, iā€™m not shocked. i mean look at him. iā€™d be hurt if he wasnā€™t sharing the fun with other people.ā€
heā€™s annoyed by it but doesnā€™t let it phase him
now onto you guys
at this point, youā€™re pretty solid in your original connection
sunghoon didnā€™t really gaf lmao
he was a bombshell, he wasnā€™t supposed to be peacefulĀ 
he had a talk with your connection in front of the guys
ā€œiā€™m sorry but iā€™m here to step on toes and i really donā€™t care if you donā€™t like that. iā€™m not here to make friends.ā€
your connection nodded with a ā€˜challenge acceptedā€™ type of smile
so let the games begin
he pursued you down
a solid week and a half of him and your partner fighting for you
until heeseung is bored one night and wants to play a game: truth or dare
ā€œy/n, truth or dareā€
now you knew better than to accept a dare from any of these hooligans, ā€œtruth.ā€
ā€œdo you think your connection is solid enough to survive me being here?ā€ he leans forward, resting his head on his hands with a smile
wow
so you didnā€™t have anything to say
you literally plead the fifthĀ 
and that caused some drama and needless to say, you and your partner argued that night
ā€œso, one guy just comes around and all of a sudden iā€™m not enough for you?ā€
ā€œi never said that, youā€™re just insecure and plus itā€™s not that serious. this is love island. i came here for me, who are you to hinder me from my experience?ā€
he slept outside that night
sunghoon slept with a smile on his that night
the next morning, he asked around what you liked for breakfast and brought it to you while you were doing your makeup
you thanked him politely, not liking him for basically prophesying your coupleā€™s misfortune
he knew what happened and was capitalizing off of it
fans easily saw this and thought the same, not entirely liking sunghoon and calling him a little bit of weirdo
ā€œheā€™s hot but something about bro seems sketchyā€Ā  ā€œis he a witch or sumn??? does bro have crystals and sage in his suitcase??? wtf is going onā€ ā€œi agree with the discourse but why am i kinda eating this up thoā€
you were chatting with jayā€™s girl and then he pulls you for a chat, to which you agreed reluctantly ā€œsureā€
yā€™all went to the chairs by the beach. he sat on one and you sat across from him
ā€œso? rough night?ā€Ā 
ā€œdo you have a problem with me?ā€
ā€œno. i just want you.ā€
ā€œyouā€™re so weird, i mean i appreciate that youā€™re trying to be nice to me in your own sick way. but i donā€™t play games.ā€
he smiled, ā€œiā€™m not playing with you, though. i just held up a mirror.ā€
ā€œyouā€™re serious?ā€
ā€œthink about it, i didnā€™t do anything. i just asked you one question and he did the rest.ā€
you resigned
ok he was right, i mean
your partner was bugging out because he was threatened by another man
ā€œobviously iā€™ll leave you alone if you want me to but it wonā€™t exactly help your situation.ā€
ā€œyou some type of mind reader or something?ā€
ā€œi donā€™t need to read minds. i just need to pay attention. and iā€™ve been watching for a while. what iā€™m seeing isnā€™t really about me, itā€™s about what youā€™re not saying.ā€
fuck it
you stood up and walked toward to him as you straddled his hips
he smiled gently as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. and yours around his neck as you kissed officially
some of your fellow islanders were eavesdropping and and watching from behind the deck and they silently cheered
as you pulled back, ā€œdid i say enough?ā€
biting his lip, he nodded as he rested his hand on the back of your head. ā€œyeah,ā€ the other head rubbed your thighs on either side of him.
you pulled away from the kiss and the tension lingered but he kept his grip on your thigh. as if he was scared youā€™d pull away.Ā 
ā€œwhat are you thinking, pretty girl?ā€ his voice took on a new tone. that sarcastic, patronizing inflection long gone.Ā 
ā€œi think you knew exactly what you were doing.ā€ you laughed
he smiled, your laugh actually giving him butterflies ā€œmaybe,ā€ the head that rested on your head moved to your cheek as he stroked it gently. ā€œjust want to make you feel wanted,ā€
your connection ended up getting eliminated at recoupling (womp womp)
since sunghoon came late, casa was only a week later
a part of him was excited to explore more options
you didnā€™t leave a note, which kinda stung
but there wasnā€™t anything to do about it so he just continued as normal
he kissed a few girls, brought one back :(
definitely pissed you off!!
lowkey he got your frustration but itā€™s only been a week!!
ā€œitā€™s not like weā€™re married or anything, iā€™m just tryna explore my options.ā€
to which you understood, didnā€™t make the embarrassment any easier
you were so mad you didnā€™t bring a guy back either
fans felt validated that their suspicions were right ā€œsee??? i knew i wasnā€™t buggin. heā€™s a hoe.ā€ ā€œi get that itā€™s been a week but he couldā€™ve been a little nicer about it like damnā€ ā€œthe audacity to chase her and put her other connection at risk when he couldā€™ve just kept it cool?? he just wanted screen time frā€ ā€œthis sounds crazy but not even heeseung is this badā€ ā€œhe wants to be heeseung sooo baddd LMFAOOā€
not hated, but not liked either
yā€™all fizzle out and he partners with the casa girlĀ 
you get eliminated at that recoupling
you guys hug before you leave and reconcile
no beef
no static
heā€™d def reach out after everything tho
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bladeoftruths Ā· 1 year ago
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ok so while im at it i guess i'll just share my thoughts on ff16's story overall since i have a fair share of yays, nays and other abt it. SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT!
the yays:
- the prologue is still a banger no matter how many times u watch it. it was such a solid opening.
- cid's arc is a banger, even tho im sad that he died halfway thru the story but this is final fantasy. your cid can either live or die so that mid could run, or vice versa.
- jill's arc is my favourite. killing your abuser is ok but again, i have a bias with her.
- i like that they give each of the main cast a time to spend with clive in respective arcs.
- kaiju battles. yes i am a sucker for that. i grew up watching tokusatsu so this is nothing new to me. titan fight is my favourite among all, bahamut second.
- clive and jill's slowburn romance is just AUGHENSKSKDKS I FRICKIN LOVE IT. the mutual pining, the slowburn and the payoff just feels... AUGHHHHHH GRAAAAHHHHH SO EFFING GOOD I CANT DESCRIBE IT IN WORDS *eats a brick everytime i see them hold hands, hug or kiss*
- the worldbuilding is also good especially in the sidequests.
- i like how they portrayed dion and terence's relationship. its not everyday u get to see a well written gay relationship that didnt feel fetishized. we need more of this. also they are both childhood pals to lovers so it hits a soft spot on me.
- the side characters are also loveable in their own right!! enough to be in the top 10 even.
- i think im lowkey glad that they decided to go for an all white/white passing cast for the game bcos god some parts of the game is super fucked up esp wrt the bearers and how the ppl of valisthea treated them. i cannot imagine the sheer backlash yoshiP and his team will get if they have a brown/black/asian character in especially if they are bearers/dominants :')
nays:
- i didnt like how benedikta just comes and goes at the same arc. like i really wish we get to know her more or at least, after she went berserk she could at least be saved so that cid could take her in and we get to know her more. GIVE US A DLC, CBU3!!!
- waloed arc to me is my biggest downer. i want to know more abt waloed. i want to know more about barnabas and how did he get influenced by ultima. the part after jill gives away shiva's power to clive at the shadow coast just... drops and until they arrived at drake's spine it just feels... eh to me. kinda like the idyllshire/hinterlands arc in HW (given that ff16 story is written by the same guy who wrote HW in FFXIV, i am not even surprised).
- i understand that they want to make waloed and origin arc the time where clive and joshua finally gets to bond together but damn i wish they didnt just leave out jill like that in the last two arcs. poor girl, let her fight even tho she can no longer use her eikon power anymore.
- i know i have beef with waloed arc but god, odin fight is so underwhelming. no kaiju battle??? i sleep.
- i want to know more abt the rest of the dominants apart from the rosfield bros!! jill's life before she was sent to rosaria, dion in general, kupka's backstory and his relationship with benedikta, cid in general, benedikta again and again, barnabas. hell, i also wanna know more abt leviathan. GIVE US THE DLC OR FIT IN THEIR LORE IN THE ULTIMANIA!!!
- i think most of us agree that the sidequests were better at telling the worldbuilding and character insight more than the msq itself. the msq focused a little too much on clive over how he and the comrades react to the world around them.
- i think we also agree that we need more characters bantering over each other especially the dominants. im sad that dion didnt get to interact with clive and jill more, nor even we get to see the rosaria trio bantering and reminiscing the good times together at the hideaway.
other thoughts:
- i'm very mixed abt the ending tbh. i like the ambiguity and open endedness a la FF tactics but at the same time WTF??? i was high on copium when i first see thru the ending but now that i looked back my brain is just on hopium. im just gonna cling to the subtle hints that were mentioned in the game where they point out clive, dion and joshua SOMEHOW survived.
- i dont get people saying that ff16 didnt feel like final fantasy... like all FFs are different in its own right?? ff15 is like contemporary modern meets fantasy, ff6 is steampunk fantasy, ff4 is fantasy with airship... the settings are different sure but as long as you have crystals being the core part of the story, as well as anime fights with giant monsters and summons plus its own unique FF-schtick its still a final fantasy.
- i also dont get the hate on 16 for being more game of thrones-ish... like this is not the first FF to have gone this route. you have effing FF tactics being the first one to do that. the only difference is how they present it. i personally feel that 16 deserves the M-rating so much bcos of how technological advances gives you more creative freedom on how u want to tell the story. back in the day you could only work with what u have so yasumi matsuno really had to restrict with how he want to write the story for tactics. also his writing inspired the ff16 writing team a lot if u notice. and while this is not the first final fantasy game to get an M-rating (FFO did it first) it is the first mainline to get one.
overall i think the game isnt bad nor is it perfect. it manages to hit the right spot but at the same time i have my fair share of nitpicks. i just hope that it makes enough sales on ps5 and wait for the announcement of a pc release bcos god i would still love to play this game even if i probably suck at action rpg games.
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omake: my favourites among the cast overall:
boys (top 5):
- dion, clive, cid, joshua, gav (bonus: byron)
girls (top 5):
- jill, mid, tarja, martha, isabelle 'the dame' (im so sorry benedikta u deserved better :'))
all (top 5)
- jill, dion, clive, cid, joshua
i have a soft spot for jill bcos she is very much reminded me of ysayle and im weak to ice coded ladies, and dion is just aymeric but a dragoon and bahamut fucker. i know what u did there CBU3
and this comes to no surprise but i fucking love clive/jill. i am weak to childhood pals to lovers with a mix of mutual pining and angsty slowburn romance, and they just hit the right spot for me. im so glad they managed to pull off an adult slowburn romance for them so well auuughhhhhh
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girlivealwaysbean Ā· 22 days ago
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hey god if you've created someone for me can you introduce me to them sooner? i kinda need them now
#like i know i know im sad and hurt but in my heart even the worst breakup friendship or otherwise can kill my hope#like i know this is gods plan for me this is my arc but god it's getting worse and harder everyday#i thought nothing could be worse than yesterday but i hadn't lived today them#then*#i need to talk to someone so bad oh god sl yesterday i had the exam right#and like i don't even know what happened i thought i was going to fail even after giving my 2000% studying#for like 10 hours a day for 15 days for this one exam#and i was panicking and shivering so bad that my heart felt like it would fly out of my chest it was beating so hard#and so fast it didn't even beat like that when i climb too many stairs#and i tried to deep breathe but nothing worked it was so scary like yeah i get stressed sometimes#but this was another level so scary i was nauseous too#and then i clicked submit and i got 82!!!#when i was so sure i was gonna fail because i was only sure about 54 marks answers and the passing was 50#and i got really happy and relieved and then i realized. oh. i don't have anyone to tell#like yeah i told my dad and he was like oh cool ofcourse you did very good#because he doesn't GET it that im not smart anymore and 10th cbse is not an accurate measure of intelligence#he wasn't even happy or surprised he was like well nice obviously#and that's it. i didn't have anyone else to tell#granted i hadn't even told anyone i was giving the exam. i mean i say anyone as if im swimming in friends#only have one. two if u stretch. and i didn't say. cause like idk doesn't really seems like anyone cares#and aah stupid emotional me before the exam i was feeling sad and trying not to panic (??? why??) and CRY in the car because i was thinking#that how my mom always drops me to exam centres and we talk i play music and when im getting out she says all the best beta#and the beta. wow i typed this and immediately have tears in my eyes now. i don't even understand why but#idk i made it up to be a little tradition in my head and i really wanted to call my mom and say mom pls can u say all the best#to me now bc i think ill fuck it up and im really scared and maybe if u give your blessing it'd be okay. but then i thought how embarrassin#it wld be if i failed. bc we don't have any kind of rship my mom and me. and then when she heard i passed from dad she didn't even call me#or anything. thank god i didn't do all that drama but fucking hell. this is all just for me right nobody cares not my parents#and it's too difficult im crumbling under the pressuee but i have to grit my teeth and do it or ill never be able to get out of this house#and i know ill find people when i do get out. but in the meantime. please god ji just one person idc who girl boy friend or love ANYONE#ik it's weak & ik i shld be enough on my own. but pls i just CAN'T.they dont even have to put up with me they just have to care a bit
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im-still-watching-anime Ā· 11 months ago
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whyyy do some people flirt by treating you like a child
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yooniesim Ā· 1 year ago
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Girl... I aint reading all that
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#ceci speaks#nonsims#text#negative#gif warning#keep crying stalker#refresh my tab and go write another nonsensical rant just like i said u would lmfao#or finally get over it girl cos no one cares#glad i got u hella mad and ranting at nothing... as usual#thats how stupid and easily led you are#good luck with that school u got going on...#ppl pls dont send me anything else from this stalker theres nothing they have to say thats valuable or the slightest bit intelligent#delete later#also dont say ur lowkey sorry to me when ur on my dick 24/7#obsessed and thinking racism only exists for you personally#cos you cant handle anyone disagreeing with you#cos if u really thought i was racist u wouldnt have been liking my cc posts#and dming me apologies for getting me hate up until a few months ago when i blocked u#ur ego got hurt when i blocked u and that is the ONLY reason u rant about me every other business day#same thing with all your weird friends that were nice in my dms and sticking around in my server until a few months ago#now all of a sudden im a vile coon that they never liked to begin with#only AFTER I blocked yall after catching yall talking shit out the other side ur mouth and not to my face#youre cowards plain and simple just trying to act tough and hard and morally right#when in the end you just look fucking goofy#for swearing i was antiblack whilst being buddy buddy with me#what does that make yall then?#birds of a feather and all that right#you just dont know how to not like someone without trying to villainize them and that is cowardice#otherwise you wouldnt ONLY call someone problematic after they blocked or personally offended you
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capricores Ā· 2 years ago
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getting asks makes me so happy, thank you guys for trusting my input and for taking the time to send asks!! šŸ„ŗšŸ’–
i have a feeling i'm going to be online quite often this week, so if anyone has any questions about astrology, spiritual stuff, healing, anything, i'm always here!! happy to answer asks about certain placements (ie: gemini moon traits, mutable dominance traits, etc), compatibility (taurus x scorpio sun compatibility), astrology topics (what do the planets mean, what are the houses, etc), take requests for posts (ie: what does saturn in the signs mean), etc!!! <3
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eraenaa Ā· 6 months ago
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Silent Passions
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Aemond Targaryen x Tyrell Reader Tag List
Synopsis: You and Aemond had been promised to one another before you were even born. And when the time came for you to meet, all were curious to see what was to come when soon to be spouses only shared one thing in common: your want of silence.Ā 
Warnings: Unwanted sexual advances from Daemon Targaryen, ĀæSofter Aemond?, Jealousy, Mature, 18+, P in V Sex, Not Proof Read
Word Count: 8,678 (bear with me pls)
A/N: Based on a request where they wanted "Aemond x Tyrell Reader (which has the personality of Francesca Bridgerton), and when they are about to get married, Daemon tries to seduce her, making Aemond distrust her."
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A flower promised to a dragon. Long before you were born, you, a daughter of House Tyrell, had been the intended to be wed to the second son of the King, Prince Aemond Targaryen. Your mother was one of the scarce friends the Queen had made in the court after her estrangement with Princess Rhaenyra. You were born in the walls of the keep, the queen in attendance of your birth, smiling widely as the nurse announced that you were a girlā€” she was the first person to hold you after your mother and the wet nurse who handed you to her. ā€œOh, such a beauty she isā€¦ā€ The Queen cooed as she held you in her arms. Your mother smiled through her tiredness at how quickly the queen had taken to you.Ā 
ā€œShe would make the most wonderful princess,ā€ The queen sighed and returned you to your mother, turning her head towards the door where your promised groom already stood. Prince Aemond waddled to his mother. The boy was only two years old but was already meeting his intended. The queen took her son into her arms, lifting him up to see his future bride, who whined in her motherā€™s arms. Aemond furrowed his brows, stuck out his tongue, and made a noise of disapproval when he saw the pink-faced babe. ā€œThatā€™s not quite niceā€¦ show respect for your future wife,ā€ The queen smiled and brushed the silvery locks of her son.Ā 
That was the first and last time you and the prince met. Your mother and father returned to Highgarden as their stay in court was cut short with your father needing to return to his seat. For the first six and ten years of your life, you were promised to a man you have never met. Bearing the plight of women before you, promised to a man, not because of your will or your love for him but merely for status and to appease those who stood on high stature. You were defenseless as they paved your life before you, forcing you down a road that was often traveled by but many did not wish to cross.Ā 
ā€œWe are to return to Kingslanding.ā€ Your father suddenly announced. The dinner table went silent. The boisterous laughs and jests of your three older brothers and the babbles of your younger twin brother and sister growing hushed. ā€œWhy?ā€ You asked quietly, breaking the silence. You pet the fur of your beloved feline, trying to calm your nerves as your mind brought forth a reason. ā€œThe queen requested our presence, dearestā€¦ it is time to meet your betrothed.ā€ Your mother smiled and took hold of your hand, lightly squeezing it in comfort, thought you felt none. You lowered your gaze and tried to shut out the return of loud voices around the table.Ā 
It was not that it was unexpectedā€¦ it was justā€¦ wholly overwhelming. You took a few moments and a few more bites of your supper before excusing yourself from the loud table, needing peace and quiet. ā€œAre you well, sister?ā€ Your oldest brother, Edward, asked in concern, pausing his conversation with your other brothers, Edgar and Edmund. ā€œYes, Iā€™m just tired.ā€ You said with a small smile and left the dinner table with your pet.Ā 
The matter of your betrothal with the prince was not at all an old matter. Ever since you were a child, they have instilled in your mind that you were Prince Aemondā€™s intended. That one day, you will be his bride. It was a subject you found troublingā€” for how can one live at ease, being promised to a man they had never met before? How could one truly live their life if their purpose is only to be married offā€” treated practically as a broodmare.Ā 
Ā You were alone with your thoughts until you heard the faint knock on your door and your brother, Edmund, slowly opening it and peeking his head inside your chambers. ā€œYes?ā€ You asked and sat straighter, removing your eyes from the fire you stared upon.Ā 
ā€œI am just making certain that youā€™re well.ā€ He said softly and fully opened your chamber door, stepping in and bringing you a piece of cake for you had missed the dessert portion of your dinner. ā€œThank you,ā€ You say gratefully, but simply place the piece of your favorite dessert on the table beside you, making your brother quickly grow suspicious. ā€œWhatā€™s wrong?ā€ Edmund asked in concern, taking his seat beside you.Ā 
You gave him a forced smile and shook your head. ā€œNothing, I told you, Iā€™m just tired.ā€ You say softly, but your brotherā€™s frown severed. ā€œYouā€™re clearly lyingā€” no matter how tired you are, you always have energy for cake.ā€ Your brother sighed, making you sigh as well. ā€œIā€™mā€¦ Iā€™m scared,ā€ You admitted. Your brother nodded in understanding, ā€œI would be surprised if you werenā€™t,ā€Ā 
You twiddled with the ends of your hair as you and your brother were enveloped in a heavy, suffocating silence. ā€œItā€™s justā€” I have been prepared for this since I was a babeā€¦ Itā€™s all I know, but at the same time, I know nothing. I have no idea about him. What my life would be like after our marriage.ā€ You say, your voice trembling with fear. ā€œAnd I have been hearing rumorsā€¦ā€ you say cautiously, your eyes upon your pet, who slept soundly on your lap.Ā  ā€œRumors? You are never one to listen to rumors, "Your brother said in surprise; his sister was always indifferent to whispers and gossip.Ā 
ā€œLast summer, our cousin Eliza had gone to courtā€¦ and there she observed Prince Aemond for me. To report to me what he was like because I had no idea of my future husband,ā€ You began to recount the favor your cousin had done for you to ease your nerves about the marriage. ā€œAnd?ā€ Your brother leaned closer in curiosity. ā€œShe said he wasā€¦ cold, aloof. Standoffishā€” ruthless when training with his sword. Indifferent, bordering into insulting to all members of the court.ā€ You say quietly, uttering the harbored fear of your betrothed for almost a year now. Edmund licked his lips; your cousin Eliza was never one to exaggerate.Ā 
ā€œPā€”Perhaps it was just that summerā€¦ mayhap he has changed with the season,ā€ Your brother tried to give a comforting smile, but it turned wary, neither of you believing his comforting but empty words. ā€œIā€™m sorry, sister,ā€ Your brother said quietly after a moment, looking at you with empathy. He also wondered how you would fare when married to a dragon prince and being a member of the den of vipers that was the court.Ā 
You had always been timid, quiet, demure. He had always been skeptical of this betrothal set between you and the prince. He recalled how your father wanted to contest it, to break off the betrothal in your adolescence, seeing that his daughter was too soft for the harshness of royalty, but your mother did not wish for it, scared that it would offend her friend, the queen.Ā 
ā€œI donā€™t expect much from the marriage,ā€ You spoke, ā€œIā€¦ I only wish for him to be kind and perhaps grant me my solitude from time to time,ā€ You added, and your brother nodded, ā€œWe shall see to it that you have it, sister. If we are to prove that the prince is ungallant or disagreeable, we shall convince Mother and Father to free you from him,ā€ Your brother swore, and you gave him a sad smile, unconvinced by his promise but touched by the gesture of it.Ā 
Edmund left his sister to the quiet she reveled and needed; Edmund marched in search of his other brothers. ā€œSheā€™s scared,ā€ He announced as he found them in the drawing room; Edward, the eldest of them, lifted his gaze, ā€œWho wouldnā€™t be?ā€ He asked rhetorically as he sipped on his wine. ā€œAre we truly that indebted to the crown? That we must oblige them with our dear sister?ā€ Edgar questioned, ā€œWe are not indebted; our mother is,ā€ Edgar replied. Your mother is forever grateful for her friend, the queen, who had shown her kindness during her time in court as a girl. She was greatly looked down upon, her fatherā€™s house inconsequential to the realm and often seen as a burdenā€” through her friendship with Queen Alicent, she had risen through the ranks and had even secured a match with the heir of Highgarden.Ā 
ā€œWell, surely our sister is too great a price for thisā€¦ emotional debt, especially when you consider the others who had wished to be her suitor, princes from Dorne and Essos who had sung her praises and showered her gifts for years. Yet they will force her to settle for a second son. She has not even met him! Not a letter or a token to show goodwill to his betrothed,ā€ Edward sighed at his brotherā€™s query. ā€œWhat would you have us do?ā€ Edgar asked, ā€œI do not knowā€¦ but if Prince Aemond is truly as harsh and tempestuous as Eliza and the realm says, we must convince them to break the betrothal.ā€ Edmund was contented as his brothers agreed, all concerned for your marriage with a prince you had not even met yet.Ā 
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ā€œIs all these frills truly necessary?ā€ Aemond grumbled as he was being fitted for new garments, suffering through the needed preparations to meet his betrothed. ā€œYes. We cannot have you wear faded attire that reeks of dragon when you meet your betrothed. And I implore you to be kind and good-humored, Aemond. You must not scare off your wife,ā€ Alicent sighed and nodded as the tailor bowed and finished taking the princeā€™s measurements. ā€œShe is not my wife,ā€ Aemond gritted, ā€œShe is not your wife yet,ā€ Alicent corrected, and Aemond shook his head. The dread in him was multiplying by the day. He was fortunate enough that his mother had not forced him to meet his betrothed years before, convincing himself that perhaps she had changed her mind and the betrothal could be broken, but alas, the fateful day to meet you has arrived.Ā 
Aemond had not met you nor heard anything from you. He would think it common courtesy for you to send him at least a letter, to know him before this doomed marriage, but you had sent noneā€” no introduction or anything. He did, however, hear talk about you, the bloomed beauty of the reach. A lady who was already betrothed the moment she was born but was still lined up by men who hoped to be her suitor. Aemond scoffed at the thought, perceiving you as promiscuous and maybe even defiled. Aemond met your cousin last summer, the lady Eliza, loud and not at all chaste. A shameless flirt who went around the castle and made a spectacle of herself, she was not you, but Aemond liked to believe that that is how you acted as well.Ā 
Aemond tried to calm himself, to take his thoughts away from your arrival, but it would seem the castle was a growing reminder of you. He walked passed the great hall that was being dressed up for your familyā€™s arrival. He passed the gardens where gardeners had been tending to flowers that were neglected, fretting that your family would take the wilted flowers as an offense. Aemond shook his head and walked through the guest wing, and saw how your chambers were being prepared. Aemond gritted his jaw and decided to retire early that day, but it would seem even the royal wing of the castle was being dressed up for your arrival. He frowned as he passed a once-boarded-up room being cleaned, ā€œWho is to stay here?ā€ Aemond asked a maid, believing his mother would place you in a chamber that was only a few steps from his own, a rather scandalous decision.Ā 
ā€œThe prince Daemon, my prince, the hand says he is to stay for the moon,ā€ A maid bowed, and Aemond furrowed his brow before giving a nod to dismiss the maid, and he walked off to his chambers; it would seem that it was not only your arrival he must worry about, he must worry about the arrival of his uncle as well.Ā 
After five days of travel, you and the whole of your family arrived in Kingslanding. You took deep breaths before exiting the carriage, your kin being welcomed by a row of knights along with the Queen and her children. You could not even bear to look at anyone but the queen, scared to let your gaze travel to your betrothed. Your brothers stood by your side, offering support as all three pairs of their eyes assessed the prince, who had a look of disinterest. Edmund turned to his brothers, trying to see if they as well felt the animosity from the one-eyed prince that was easily felt. Through their eyes, they communicated silently and agreed.Ā 
You straightened your back as you felt the Queenā€™s gaze upon you; only then did you raise your raise your gaze fully and presented her with a pretend smile. ā€œMy queen,ā€ You curtsied lowly in respect; Queen Alicent smiled fondly and offered her compliments. TheĀ  queen bemused for her son to have such a comely wife. She turned to her side as she felt Aemond had still not stepped forward or had taken the initiative to introduce himself.Ā 
Aemond sighed as he stepped forward and stiffly, almost reluctantly, bowed before you. He was staring at the skirts of your dress, refusing to look upon your face. He watched as the fabric moved as you curtsied before him. When you straightened your stance, you stared at the floor, still not catching a glimpse of your betrothed.Ā 
You feel your brother Edgarā€™s arm link with yours as your family is escorted inside the walls of the Red Keep. The royal family walked in front of yours, and only then did you dare to look upon your betrothed. Recalling how your cousin had told you that prince Aemond was the taller of the two princes and had a curtain of straight, silver locks.Ā 
Aemond felt your stare, and it took great restraint upon himself not to turn and gaze upon you to see the actuality of his intended. To deduce if the talk of your beauty was true or just another hoax.Ā 
Aemond felt his mother step closer to him, ā€œInvite your betrothed to the gardensā€” begin to acquaint yourselves with one another.ā€ The queen whispered, and Aemond rolled his eye. ā€œThey have been traveling for five days; let them rest first before you force us to these rituals.ā€ Aemond quietly spoke. His words were easily covered by the chatter of your brothers and two younger siblings, but he still had to hear a word to be uttered from your lips. ā€œVery well then, but I expect you to sit and get to know her later during supper,ā€ Alicent warned, and Aemond resisted verbalizing his disapproval, simply nodding along and going about his motherā€™s orders just as the dutiful son that he was.Ā 
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You and Aemond sat quietly in your seats as the table was filled with chatter. Aemond was not accustomed to it; their usual supper was suffocatingly silent; the only thing to be heard was the clatter of silverware upon porcelain and the breathing of his kin. Now, it was filled with varying conversations from your brothers and his, along with the chatter of the queen and her friend. Aemond had still not looked upon your face and nor you him. He stared upon your hand that was gripping your chalice; just from the looks of it, he could attest that it had never known a dayā€™s work. The look of your flesh was soft, supple, unsulliedā€”a stark difference from his own.Ā 
ā€œDo you think they will go on well?ā€ The queen whispered to her friend; your mother eyed you, who sat in her seat, your gaze upon your plate. Her eyes then turned to your future husband, who gazed at the flickering amber light of a candle in between you. ā€œI do not knowā€¦ my daughter relishes in silence,ā€ Your mother admitted, and the queen hummed. ā€œSo does my son,ā€Ā 
You chewed on your lip as you noticed everyone at the table was chatting with one another, making small talk, except for you and your intended. You sat by his right, and you could make out the outline of him through the side of your eye; your view of him was a bit obstructed, but you could make out the contour of his nose. You battled with yourself if you should speak with him and, if you did, what topic would you bring up to converse with?Ā 
Aemond licked his lips as he caught the eyes of his mother, imploring him to speak with you. He clenched his jaw and took a few calming breaths before parting his lips to speak. ā€œHā€¦ How were your travels, my lady?ā€ Aemond asked through gritted teeth, his head slightly turned in your direction. You blinked, trying to deduce if you had actually heard him speak. You turned to face the prince, finally seeing your betrothed eye to eye. ā€œIt was fine, my prince,ā€ You answered quietly with a small smile before you and Aemond were enveloped in silence once more.Ā 
Aemond did not know what overcame him when you spoke, and your eyes met his. He was expecting your voice to be shrill and loudā€” grating, even. He did not expect to hear such a soft, almost melodious tone when you spokeā€” a deep contrast from the voices of your kin.Ā 
You bit your lip as you saw your mother from across the table imploring you to keep up with your conversation with the prince. ā€œIā€” I heard you are quite fond of the histories, your highness,ā€ You inquired quietly, holding your breath as your eyes locked with the unique gaze of old Valyria once more. ā€œI am,ā€ he replied curtly, and you nodded, uncertain if you should speak further or let his answer be, sensing he did not wish for small talk, a sentiment you, too, shared.Ā 
You went quiet once more, and in other circumstances, Aemond would find relief in that, letting himself ease into the quiet, but there was an odd sensation in him that was pushing him to continue the unconventional conversation you two shared. Aemond, however, bit his tongue and let you two be enveloped in silence as you waited for supper to end.Ā 
Aemond returned to his chambers, mind plagued by how to perceive his first encounters with you. He had prepared himself for the possibility of him growing annoyed and aggravated by your presence, but he was surprised in himself as he felt no such emotions rising within him. In truth, he felt somewhat serene that night, a feeling he had not felt in a long time. However, instead of enjoying the calm in his raging being, he ignored it, untrusting of it. Convincing himself that that night was luring him into a trap, one you had devised, acting ever so demure and coy, not presenting your true nature and only deceiving the prince. He will not fall for it. He fortified himself to not lay prey to this calming allure you offered.Ā 
When the next morning came, Aemond was implored with the rest of his siblings to break their fast with yours. Your mothers forcing a bond between their children. Aemond expected his brother Aegon to complain and not abide by their motherā€™s wishes which is why he was caught off guard as his brother agreed, him being the first one to go to the gardens. ā€œYour Highnesses,ā€ Aemond heard your brothers greet in unison as you four stood and curtsied and bowed before the three of them.Ā 
Aemond first assisted his sister to a chair before finding one for himself, and by fate, the only seat left was the one next to yours. Aemond sat quietly and tried to finish his meal as fast as he could without appearing crude. He listened in to the chatter across the table, surprised that you and his sister struck up a conversation as well. Aemond listened intently to your voice, trying to see if the volume of your speech was forced to lower or if that was just actually the way you spoke, softā€” calming.Ā 
He did not pay mind to the subject you and his sister discussed, but he supposed he should have as he suddenly heard quiet laughs emitting from the both of you. Aemond felt an odd warming in his chest as he heard you laugh; it was almostā€¦ surreal to hear it. Your laugh was what he imagined nymphsā€™ laughs would sound like as he read about them in his books. He was in a trance; it wasā€¦ out worldly that even he, the well-spoken and silver-tongued prince of the realm, was speechless on how to describe it.Ā 
He was proven wholly wrong as he based your manners to be alike your cousin. You were a stark difference from the lady Eliza, and a part of Aemond had hoped you were like her because then, he could justify the prejudice against you that settled and bloomed in his heart. Now, he must come to terms with shedding his cruel perception of you and might actually make an effort to know his betrothed better. Aemond stayed in the gardens that morning a while longer than he had anticipated, trying to deduce your character as you spoke with his sister and interacted with your brothers. A part of him still believes that what you presented was an act, that you were not as demure and chaste as you lead them to believe. But as he saw your small smiles, timid eyes, and flushed cheeks when Aegon would speak of such inappropriate topics, he started to feel as if you were being genuine.Ā 
As the sun began to descend higher into the skies, the children of the queen and her friend decided to depart from the gardens, the heat proving to be too great for comfort. ā€œMy lady, would you perhaps like a tour of the keep?ā€ Aemond boldly but quietly asked, he felt the eyes of your brothers turn to him, but he was trying to capture your gaze. A gaze that he had trouble locking upon his, your eyes always darting around the room, difficulty in holding prolonged eye contact. ā€œI would very much like that, my prince,ā€ You smiled, and Aemond stood straighter, feeling his knees give out under him just because of your smile.Ā 
Your brotherā€™s eyes followed you as you and the prince detached yourselves from the group. ā€œShould we not follow them?ā€ Edmund questioned, ā€œAre they allowed to go about without an escort?ā€ Edgar then asked, their queries pointed towards their eldest brother. ā€œIā€” I do not knowā€¦ perhaps we should just let them get to know each other, and if sister has any concerns, that is when we shall intervene.ā€ Edward decided, his eyes following your departing figure that was next to a silver prince.Ā 
Aemond was not entirely certain as to how he would go about touring you along the Red Keep; the castle was dreary and had nothing of note to look upon, so he took you to the gallery. It was a less frequented room in the castle filled with portraits of his familyā€™s history as well as some of Westeros. You and Aemond stood before a portrait of the conqueror and his wives, him retelling the histories that you already knew of, but you still listened intently because there was just something in his voice that entranced you. It was deep, velvety, and quietā€” holding a sense of calm that enveloped you with every word he uttered.Ā 
Aemond guided you towards another portrait, but he noticed your gaze had shifted to the side of the room, your gentle gaze upon a harp. ā€œDo you play, my prince?ā€ You questioned, unable to resist the instrument that sat lonesome to the side, dusted and neglected. Aemond followed you, ā€œNo, I do not,ā€ he answered, his eye going to your fingers, which seemed to itch to touch the strings of the unused harp. ā€œDo you?ā€ He asked, already guessing the answer. Aemond held his breath as your eyes finally locked with his, ā€œI do,ā€ you said, voice holding a pitch of excitement about the subject. There was a beat of silence, neither of you knowing what to do or say.Ā 
ā€œWould you like to play it?ā€ Aemond questioned and he felt his stomach grow warm as a smile appeared on your lips when you nodded. You ventured closer to the dusted seat, but Aemond was quicker to reach it and wipe away the remnants of lapsed time. ā€œThank you,ā€ You say quietly as the prince stands by your side and observes you play.Ā 
Aemond was never one to enjoy music or songs, but he must admit, there was something captivating about how you played the harp. The tune you played was one he had not heard before, something bright and lively yet still soothing. Aemond stood in quiet awe, watching as your fingers danced along the strings and how your eyes closed, and there was a tranquil smile on your lips as you played the tune. Aemond tried to resist it, but he could not help but help himself as a smile twitched on his lips as he listened to your melody, which, unfortunately, quickly came to a halt.Ā 
ā€œItā€™s not finished yet,ā€ You say in slight embarrassment, daring to turn to the prince, who you were surprised to see have a ghost of a smile on his lips. ā€œYou wrote that?ā€ He questioned, and you nodded, ā€œWell, I try. I donā€™t think I'm quite good at it, if I am being honestā€” but my father did say that this piece holds the most promise.ā€ You say sheepishly. ā€œI quite enjoyed it,ā€ Aemond admitted, and that compliment made your heart grow warm. ā€œIā€™m glad,ā€ You smiled, and another silence took the room, the silence you and he found comfort in.Ā 
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With each day spent trying to acquaint with one another, you would like to beleive you and Aemond had reached a deeper understanding. Each of your perceptions made of each other before your meeting shed as you and him began to know each otherā€™s actuality.
There was a secret language between you, a silent one, at that. An agreement that neither of you had to fill up the gaps and lags in your conversations, simply enjoying the quiet, not forcing another topic as a filler. Others around you found it odd that you and your betrothed just walked and sat in silence, occasionally speaking of something that only you and he were privy to, but you and Aemond quite liked your arrangements.Ā 
ā€œThey just sit there in silence,ā€ The queen fretted to her friends, finding the design of your accord quite odd. Fretting that the silence was brought by indifference rather than just a mutual and deeper understanding, because how could one get to know the other in silence? ā€œAye, they do, but they donā€™t seemā€¦ bothered or disinterested by itā€” I dare say they are fond of it,ā€ Your mother said as the two observed you and Aemond, who walked along the gardens in silence, relishing in the sounds of nature.Ā 
ā€œMy uncle shall arrive today,ā€ Aemond broke the silence, assisting you to a seat for the two of you to have refreshments, ā€œOh, Prince Daemon?ā€ You asked, wanting to make certain of who he spoke of. Aemond gave a nod and watched as your delicate fingers poured him a cup of tea. ā€œAre you close with him, my prince?ā€ You wondered. ā€œNo, not at all. Iā€™ve only met him once,ā€ He answered as he placed two cubes of sugar upon your cup, noting that is how you took your tea.Ā 
ā€œHowever, I must admit that I am intrigued by him.ā€ You nodded, ā€œI always hear talk in this court as to how the lords and ladies compared me to him in his youth,ā€ Aemond confessed, ā€œAnd does that please you?ā€ Aemond thought about your question for a moment, staring into your gaze that has grown accustomed to looking upon his. ā€œNo,ā€ he answered, watching as you nodded. ā€œI would understand; it wouldnā€™t fare well if we are always compared to anotherā€™s likeness,ā€ You mused before you and the prince were enveloped in the inevitable silence once more.Ā 
When supper was nearing, Aemond felt excitement in seeing you once more. He had come far from the prince who dreaded your company; now, he sought itā€”altering his usual routine in order to spend more time with you.Ā 
Aemond was the last one to enter the dining hall, his eye searching your frame, feeling a smirk twitch on his lips, but it quickly disappeared as he realized his uncle had taken his place. ā€œPrince Daemon, we have saved you a seat next to the king,ā€ Alicent spoke as she noticed Aemondā€™s arrival, noting how Prince Daemon was quick to spot you when he entered the hall and made a beeline towards youā€” chatting with you who had no interest in small talk but still participated out of respect.
ā€œI am quite comfortable here, next to Lady Tyrell,ā€ Daemon refused the seat, only settling further into his chair as he turned to the girl next to him, but her gaze was turned to one of his nephews, the one who had a resemblance of him in his youth. You hear the quiet yet disapproving hum of your betrothed as he orders a squire to place a chair by your right, just enough space for him to sit next to you. The new place on your right offered closer proximity between you and Aemond as you had scooted away from his uncle, but he did not like that you were on the side of a damaged eye, unable to see your outline.Ā 
Supper was tenser than the ones shared before; the chatter had died, and the table was enveloped in silence, but not the kind you and Aemond found comfort in. It was the silence that everyone feared and tried earnestly to alter, but no matter the attempts, it seemed futile.Ā 
Aemond clenched his fists around his utensils, hearing as his uncle tried to chat you up and you entertaining his queries. ā€œSo, what brings you and your family here, Lady Tyrell? Highgarden is quite a journey.ā€ Daemon questioned. ā€œThey came for my betrothed and I to be acquainted,ā€ Aemond suddenly interjected, turning his body to face you and his uncle, who he had noticed threaded closer to your side. Daemon hummed, quick to sense jealousy from his nephew. He knew he should be somewhat mature, but his mind could not help but conjure up possibilities to torment his brotherā€™s second son. ā€œHm, you are quite fortunate to have such a lovely betrothed; it would seem the crown has favored youā€¦ I remember my first wife, Lady Royce, the bronze bitch whose sheep seemed to prove more comely than her,ā€
Your eyes widened at the elder princeā€™s words, disparaging his first wife so openly and offensively. ā€œIf my brother had provided me with a bride whose beauty was comparable to Lady Tyrellā€™s, perhaps there would be no need for me to leave my first wifeā€¦ you are lucky, nephew,ā€ Aemond clenched his jaw as he noticed Daemonā€™s eyes trail downward to your bosom that heaved ever so lightly as you were rendered uncomfortable by their topic.
You turned to your brothers, a plea in your eyes to save you from the princes you sat in between. Edward was quick to stand, ā€œCome, sister, I shall escort you to your chambers,ā€ He announced, and you let out a breath, Aemond standing as well to make way for you to exit, ā€œGood night, my lady,ā€ He bowed and boldly took your hand placed a kiss on your knuckles. A blush over, taking your cheeks as you curtsied before him, your mothers thrilled as they saw affection blooming between the two of you.Ā 
ā€œYou looked quite uncomfortable,ā€ Your eldest brother noted. ā€œIs your betrothed proving to be ungallant? Must we intervene now and convince moā€”ā€œ You quickly shook our head, ā€œNo! Prince Aemond has been quiteā€¦ lovely; cousin Eliza was somewhat wrong in her judgment,ā€ You say quickly in defense of Aemond, who you had grown to deeply like the past few days. ā€œI was just not prepared to meet a character such as the Prince Daemon,ā€ You added, and your brother nodded in understanding; he, too, was scandalized as he heard the words uttered by the elderly prince.Ā 
ā€œSo, you have grown to be quiteā€¦ fond of your betrothed,ā€ You bit your lip as you hear a teasing tone in his voice. You sighed and felt a smile coming to your lips. Whatever fear you had for the marriage subsided with every silent and serene moment with Aemond. ā€œI have.ā€ You confirmed, and your brother nodded. Placing a kiss on your temple before you enter your chambers and get ready for the night.
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It has been three days since Prince Daemonā€™s arrival, and Aemond has been growing peeved at how his uncle would always trail you. Aemondā€™s new routine of spending the quiet hours of his days with you that was quick to feel like second nature, abrupted by the arrival of his uncle. There were now only scarce moments where you and Aemond were left in each otherā€™s company and quiet, his uncle always trying to speak with you, and you could not deny him conversation, for it would be impertinent.Ā 
It was past high noon when Aemond concluded his training with Ser Criston, his feet hastily carrying him away from the tiltyard to find you, who had frequented the gallery to play the old harp that found new life from your touch. He stood by the threshold and was quick to grow annoyed as he noticed his uncle was in your presence once more.Ā 
ā€œYou do not speak much, do you?ā€ He heard Daemon question, your fingers ceasing to play the instrument. ā€œI take it upon myself to not speak unless spoken to, my prince. I do not wish to bother anyone. I know howā€¦ annoying it can be when one just simply wishes for peace and quiet, but there is an insistent noise you must attend to.ā€ You say, and Aemond was quite surprised as he heard a slight in your comment, but his uncle did not seem to catch it.Ā 
Aemond observed as you returned to play the harp, the melody easing whatever tension he harbored, but it was quick to return as his uncle wandered closer to you. Aemond stood rigid by the door; your back was face to him and he saw his uncle turn his head towards the door, a smirk on his lips as he stepped further into your space. Daring to take a lock of your hair in his fingers, twirling the lock.Ā 
You tensed in your seat as you felt Prince Daemonā€™s finger twirl your hair. You looked at the strings of the harp wide-eyed, uncertain of what to do.Ā 
When Aemond noticed your unmoving frame that did nothing to hinder his uncleā€™s actions, he removed himself from the door frame and marched back to his chambers. Whatever understanding made between the two of the past days was quickly forgotten as his cruel perceptions of your nature, he mustered before meeting you returned.Ā 
You sat tensely at dinner that night once more, waiting for the presence of your betrothed to somewhat comfort as his uncle sat next to you again. When Aemond entered the hall, you placed your hopeful gaze upon him, but he did not turn to you, ignoring the empty seat next to you and instead to a seat in what was supposed to be the place of his uncle.Ā 
Throughout dinner, you would peek a look at Aemond, who refused to meet your gaze. There was a prominent scowl on his face, and his demeanor held an air of indifference that strayed dangerously close to animosity. You started to wonder if the Aemond you stared upon right now was the Prince your cousin had warned you about. And perhaps the past few days spent with him was an act, a fictitiousness in him to appease his mother so the marriage would proceed. You were disheartened by the thought.Ā 
When the following morning came, Aemondā€™s eye followed as you roamed the halls alone, following behind you but not close enough for you to notice your presence. You led him back to the gallery, where both of you were caught in surprise when his uncle stood in the room, waiting for you. Aemond clenched his fists, believing he was a witness in your clandestine meetings. The scandal of it! Here you are, an engaged woman meeting with a man who was old enough to be your father and was married to the Kingā€™s chosen heir!
ā€œMy prince,ā€ you curtsied as you spotted him near the harp, having the urge to turn back around and exit the room. Uncomfortable to be alone in the Rogue Princeā€™s presence. ā€œAll alone? Where is your betrothed?ā€ Daemon mused, stepping closer to you. ā€œIā€” I do not know,ā€ You said and backed away from the prince who was threading closer to your space once more. ā€œHm, itā€™s quite foolish of him to leave his lovely bride to be all aloneā€¦ especially in this keep where danger always lurks,ā€ Your lips parted at his words. Was that a threat? You thought.Ā 
You swallowed thickly and turned to the door, wanting to make an escape but not one so obvious that it would make suspicion rise. Daemon smirked as he saw fear in your eyes; it was so easy. You were such an innocent and sheltered thing. He could smell you from leagues away, a lovely and tempting prey that a dragon could never resist. It was a shame that you were betrothed to his nephew, but perhaps that could still change.Ā 
You gasped as you felt Prince Daemon flush your bodies; you stared at him wide-eyed as he took hold of your cheek.Ā 
Aemond watched the scene; rage within burned bright and carelessly. He wanted to put a stop to whatever he witnessed, but he stood in wait, wanting to find evidence if this was truly how you wereā€” promiscuous and would settle to be a whore of his uncle.
ā€œMy prince, whā€”ā€œ You panicked, trying to back away, but he held you still. ā€œSuch a pretty young thing you areā€¦ a shame that youā€™ll be wasted on my disfigured nephew,ā€ You drew out all of your might and pushed away Prince Daemon, him stumbling only a few paces. You see a sinister smirk rise to his lips as he tries to close the gap between you once more, but you are quick to strike his cheek, rendering him in shock, and you take that opportunity to run out of the room and into safety.Ā 
Aemond was hidden behind a pillar, and as you passed, he saw clearly the distress on your face and how you were on the verge of tears, rendering him guilty for not coming to your aid as he had thought you were in want of his uncle.Ā 
Aemond saw as Daemon furiously marched out of the gallery in pursuit of you, but he was quick to step away from his hiding and face his uncle. ā€œYou dare try to sully her? Was my half-sister and your whores not enough? Must, in your old age, still prey on young innocent girls?ā€ Aemond spat, ready to challenge his uncle in your honor. Daemon chuckled as the young prince stared at him wide-eyed. ā€œYou get ahead of yourselfā€” they might compare you to me in my youth, but you are completely lacking of what it means to be a true Targaryen princeā€¦ youā€™d have to thank your cunt of a mother for that.ā€ Daemon chuckled, and Aemond no longer hesitated to draw out his sword.Ā 
A battle between nephew and uncle commenced in the halls; both men wielded their weapons with such authority that neither one could draw blood. Daemon was somewhat impressed by his nephew. He thought the talk he heard of Aemond was just propaganda spread by his grandsire, but it would seem that his nephew knew his way with the steel. That, however, did not deter the prince, for Aemond was still completely inexperienced when compared to him.Ā 
One of the princes was near drawing blood when a band of Kingsguards appeared in the halls and were quick to separate the dueling princes. Daemon laughed as he was held back by the knights, his nephew still seething across from him, still ready to attack. The elderly prince brushed off the hold on his arms and laughed once more before walking away from his nephew, leaving their state as it was.Ā 
Aemond brushed off the guards and hastily marched in search of you, wanting to make certain you were wellā€” wanting to offer his apologies for his judgments and lack of protection over you.Ā 
He knocked on your door, waiting on bated breath as he heard you shuffling inside. When you slowly revealed yourself, Aemond felt his stomach pit at the sight of your teary eyes that you tried to hide. ā€œIā€™m sorry,ā€ He was quick to breathe out, unable to stomach you in such a state of distress. Your brows knit together at his words, ā€œWhat? My priā€”ā€œ Aemond shook his head and forced himself into your chambers.Ā 
ā€œIā€™m so sorry, my ladyā€¦ Iā€”ā€œ Aemond repeated but you still had no clue as to what he refers to. ā€œMy uncle, he is a depraved man; I should have protected you from him.ā€ He explained as he saw confusion in your face. Your eyes widened at his statement, ā€œYou saw us?ā€ You asked in fear that he would think you were tarnished. ā€œI have, and Iā€¦ I should have come to your aid, but instead, my mind cruelly thought you were in want of him; I apologize, my lady.ā€ It felt foreign for Aemond to apologize, but it seemed to roll off his tongue effortlessly for you. He would never have fathom to encounter someone or the day that he would apologize earnestly, ready to beg for forgiveness.Ā 
ā€œNoā€¦ my prince, you need not apologize; it was not your doing,ā€ you said, but Prince Aemond stubbornly shook his head. ā€œIt is my duty to protect youā€” to defend my lady wife.ā€ You bit your tongue as he referred to you with such a title. It felt surrealā€¦ and you must admit it brought a stir in you that you quite liked.Ā 
You and Aemond were in silence once more, the silence both of you had gotten used to, the silence within each other that you both craved. The serene silence that could only be provided by each other. ā€œWill you stillā€¦ still have me? Even after my transgression?ā€ Aemond dared ask, not wanting to live in the hope that there would still be a way that you would be his. Surely, you would be deterred to take him as your husband, for he could not even defend you with such a threat. Aemond studied your face, his knees growing weak as a smile spread across your lips. ā€œI still want you, my prince,ā€ You admitted, heat blooming in your cheeks as you said the words. Aemond could not help but cup your cheek, wanting to feel the warmth of them as they flushed with color before him.Ā 
ā€œI must admitā€¦ I was dreading to meet you,ā€ He said quietly, and he felt you nod. ā€œI, as wellā€¦ I was greatly warned that we might not see eye to eye.ā€ You admitted. Aemond hummed and brushed his thumb across your soft skin, your bodies threading closer and closer. ā€œI do not believe I would ever want someone as much as I want you,ā€ Aemond confessed, his voice so low that if you had not felt his breath fanning your skin, you would think you had imagined his words. ā€œI never thought anyone would understand me in the way that you do, my prince,ā€ You breathed out as his face threaded closer to yours, his eye on your lips as you spoke.Ā 
ā€œYouā€™re mineā€¦ say it, my darling.ā€ Your eyes fluttered closed at his words. ā€œIā€™m all yours,ā€ Quickly after you uttered the words, you feel his lips upon yours. A kiss filled with longingā€” impatience. A kiss that was long overdue, for how could either of you live for years without knowing each other? How could Aemond try to ignore your existence, and how could you try to deny this marriage? It was set the day you were born. You two were simply destined for one another.Ā 
As your lips parted, you smiled before your soon-to-be-husband. Aemond hummed in contentment and tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear, inhaling your intoxicating scent deeply. ā€œShall we tell our mothers that they shall prepare for our wedding, then?ā€ Aemond smiled, and you let out a quiet laugh as you nodded, letting him hold you. ā€œAnd urge them to make haste,ā€ Aemondā€™s eye twinkled with amusement as he dipped down to capture your lips once more.Ā 
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A fortnight had barely passed before you and Aemond uttered your vows before the godsā€”an intimate wedding commenced, as you both requested. And it was followed by a family dinner after. Aemond was impatient, as were you, but you and he waited for the meal to end; for the past days, there was a need greatly bubbling inside him, having trouble finding restrtaint and contentment with just stolen kisses and touches.Ā 
When it was finally night, Aemond led you to his chambers, you already flushing in anticipation of what was to come. When he led you to your shared chambers, you were met by something covered in a white cloth. You frowned and turned to your husband, who simply smiled and closed the door behind you. ā€œItā€™s a gift for you.ā€ He said and stood before it. You stepped closer as he urged you to uncover what he had given, though you already had a sneaking feeling as to what it was.Ā 
Aemond watched with his heart in his eye as you beamed before him as you uncovered what he had givenā€” a harp. Newer and grander than the one in the gallery, the body was plated with gold, and delicate carvings of flowers scattered its body. You bit your lip and step towards your husband, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips agaisnt his. ā€œThank youā€¦ I love it,ā€ you said gratefully as your lips parted. Aemond simply hummed, ā€œIā€™m sorry, I didnā€™t know we were to exchange giftsā€¦ I couldā€™ve gotten something,ā€ You then say, fretting he would take offense.Ā 
Aemond shook his head. ā€œYou already have given me your hand; you are my wife. What more could I want?ā€ Those words uttered, and the certainty in Aemond only made you melt further. He intertwined your lips once more, but the kiss shared held something wholly different from the ones shared before; it was urgent, filled with longing and desires that were greatly suppressed.Ā 
You feel breathless, but at the same time, you make no move to part your lips. You feel him lead you to the feathered bed, his hands on your waist as he sits you gently upon the cushion. You blushed as you felt his fingers hover at the bodice of your dress, itching to undo the laces, but there was trepidation in him. You bit the insides of your cheeks and took the initiative to do it yourself. Aemond sucked in a deep breath as your dress fell before him, revealing yourself only dressed in your shift.Ā 
Aemond fell on his knees before you, moving his hand to cup your cheek and the other to undress you further. He heard a moan escape your lips as he nipped your bottom lip. His cold hand cupped your breast that pebbled before his touch. You mewled his name as he parted your lips, your hands finding the buttons of his leather tunic.Ā 
You ran your hands through his smooth, chiseled chest and Aemond felt chills running down his spine at the feel of your hands on his skin. You let out a breath as you feel your husband lay you down, his weight atop you, his weeping length aligned with your glistening entrance. You sighed as you felt his finger tease your folds, Aemond resting his forehead up your shoulder as he felt your arousal. ā€œYouā€™re all mine, my darling,ā€ Aemond breathed out against your lips and swallowed your whines as his length penetrated you.
Aemond groaned at the sheer feel of you clenching around him. Pleasure and guilt swirled within him as he saw your face contorted in pain, kissing away your tears as you acclimatized yourself with his length. He truly thought himself indifferent in the ways of pleasure, only succumbing to it occasionally when even he could not suffice his lustā€” but now, he was certain he knew what the fuss was all about when it came to fucking. He had only a taste of you, but he was certain he was addicted. It took a moment before your whines of pain turned into whimpers of pleasure, your husband breathing heavily as you urged him to speed up his pace, but Aemond was conscious not to break and hurt you further.Ā 
ā€œAemond, pleaseā€¦ I waā€” need more,ā€ You breathed as Aemondā€™s thrusts were cautious. He bit his lip and sped up his pace ever so lightly, but that was not enough for you. With your legs circling his waist, you shifted your weight and placed yourself atop your husband. Aemond was rendered stunned by your actions, only watching in awe as you bounced upon his cock whilst you straddled his waist. He never thought youā€™d have it in you, but he supposed it was always the quiet ones who would be capable of the unexpected.Ā 
ā€œYou were so quiet the days before, little wifeā€¦ but look at you nowā€” your moans could be heard throughout the castle.ā€ Aemond hummed, and his hands found home on your waist, assisting you as you writhed against his length. Your hands were planted on his chest as your hips worked against his in search of friction. ā€œHusband, please,ā€ you pleaded, knowing you would not come to what you searched for without his assistance. Aemond smirked and moved his hands to cup your behind and lifted his hips to thrust deeper and harsher into you.Ā 
ā€œYesā€¦ yes, gods, Aemond!ā€ You cried as you heard him groan at how you scratched his chest, leaving imprints of your hands upon his skin. ā€œAre you to come, my darling? Is my little wife to come at my cock?ā€ He hissed as he felt his own release coming. His hands traveled your frame, cupping your tits and moving his head to take one into the cavern of his mouth. You nodded, your head that was tilted to the heavens, your back arched, and your husbandā€™s name slipping your lips as you came undone. You hear him call out your name as he spills his seed deep in your cunt, your heavy breathings mixed as you collapse atop him, his lips finding yours once more.Ā 
ā€œYou truly are made for me,ā€ he whispered against your lips. Feeling a surge of new and overwhelming emotions that you could not yet utter, all you could do was kiss his lips once more and bask in the presence of the man who had been bound to you the moment you were born.Ā 
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Drunken Words, Sober Thoughts
Logan Howlett x fem!reader
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Warnings: Ā ( MDNI 18+) neighbor!reader,fem reader, Loganā€™s kinda rude for a lilā€™ bit, neighbors to frenemies to lovers? Idk, alcohol consumption (nothing 18+ happens while anyone is intoxicated), swearing, i canā€™t write Wadeā€™s witty dialogue for shit pls bear w me, implied age gap, unprotected sex (wrap it up I beg of you), poking fun at the Kardashians a little, swearing and I think thatā€™s it, but pls lmk if I missed any!
Summary: You have a little too much to drink one night in Wade's living room, resulting in an indirect confession that Logan absolutely hears through the thin drywall of his bedroom. Wade then ditches your usual weekend plans in an attempt at playing cupid - and it may just be the best favor he's ever done for you.
Word Count: 8K (get comfy bitch)
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Being Wade Wilsonā€™s best friend and neighbor included two main components:
Watching trash TV and getting drunk every other weekend - usually at the same time - and Wade wasnā€™t going to let his new roommate's attitude ruin it in the slightest.
ā€œSheā€™s gonna be here any minute and if you donā€™t pull the stick out of your ass and be nice, I'm going to lock you in your room like a sad, lonely dog.ā€
Logan only grunted in response, sipping his drink in the doorway and watching him run around the living room to make the place look livable.
Heā€™d only moved in a couple weeks ago and Wade had been trying to introduce you both - inviting you over when he knew Logan had no plans - but every time, he was out the door before you were even opening yours across the hall. Heā€™d try everything he could to avoid meeting new people, fearful that any type of real connection with someone would be ripped out from under him just like it had been many times before.
Wade huffed in satisfaction when he was done moving a few things around, standing in front of Logan with his hands on his hips.
ā€œI mean it, kitty cat. Sheā€™s a sweet girl - keep the claws in.ā€
ā€œTold you to stop callinā€™ me that.ā€
ā€œToo bad, so sad, kitty.ā€
As Logan was considering puncturing three evenly spaced holes in both sides of Wadeā€™s chest, they were both interrupted by a knock on the front door.
You were on the other side, of course, a twelve pack of beer under your arm. You rocked back and forth on your heels while you patiently waited for Wade to let you in. You did kind of hope youā€™d maybe get to meet his new roommate this time - it was a little odd that he was never there when you were.
He answered the door after a second, placing a hand over his heart dramatically when he saw the beer in your arms.
ā€œFor me? Aw, sugar, you shouldn't have,ā€ he sighed as he took the box from your arms, ushering you inside.
ā€œDid I have a choice?ā€ you joked back, kicking off your shoes.
You followed him into the living room only to stop in your tracks.
Logan stood near the couch in his sweatpants, looking like heā€™d been dragged into the middle of the room to be put on display. He did reluctantly agree to stay for a second and finally let him introduce you so he could sulk back to his bedroom and nurse a bottle of whiskey till he fell asleep.
ā€œWell, there he is,ā€ Wade said in a lackluster tone, ā€œnow, he is house trained, but he does bite occasionally - ā€œ
ā€œFuck off.ā€
His deep voice surprised you a bit, unintentionally raising your eyebrows with your gaze still on him.
ā€œ I'm Logan.ā€
You nodded politely and introduced yourself, shoving your hands in your pockets nervously. He was tall, definitely a good couple years older than you and incredibly handsome, all of which made your stomach erupt into butterflies.
And Logan did not like the way you were looking at him.
Heā€™d seen it more times than he could count on the faces of every pretty young thing that tried to take him home from the bar, batting their eyelashes at him and laying hands on him like it would be persuasive in any way. It never worked, as his dismissive attitude sent a clear message. He couldnā€™t be bothered to take any of them up on their offers and wasnā€™t interested in fulfilling some fantasy they had about being with an older man. He didnā€™t think much about stuff like that anyway, avoiding any chance of vulnerability and attachment to someone he was sure heā€™d eventually lose.
And you still had that look on your face.
ā€œNight.ā€
With that, Logan disappeared down the hallway to his room and shut the door.
ā€œHeā€™s not much of a talker,ā€ Wade assured you, ā€œprobably for the best.ā€
From then on, youā€™d occasionally see Logan come out of his room while you were over - getting something from the kitchen, doing his laundry, coming and going - and each time you had to feign complete disinterest. Wade had quickly taken notice of how you tried to keep your head down every time Logan entered the room to hide your pink cheeks and - naturally - there was no way for him to be quiet about it.
When Logan came out of the bathroom one time with a towel around his waist and dripping wet hair as you and Wade sat at the kitchen island, your best friend was more than eager to run his mouth.
ā€œOh, cā€™mon, donā€™t do that to her!ā€ he exclaimed, gesturing towards you, ā€œyouā€™re practically dangling meat in front of a starving dog - poor girl.ā€
You had your face buried in your hands with your elbows on the counter, wishing more than anything that you could sink into the chair and through the floor.
ā€œGod, shut up.ā€
Your voice was muffled by your hands but he still heard you.
ā€œAnd put a stop to my job as cupid?ā€
Logan rolled his eyes and shook his head, turning towards his bedroom. Heā€™d seen the way your eyes widened the second heā€™d opened the door, traveling all the way from his bare shoulders to the trail of hair that dipped under the towel. Youā€™d turned pink almost immediately. It would have been something heā€™d found cute maybe a couple decades ago, before the very last bit of his naivety had faded away. Now, it was just infuriating to him. He could try to drop every hint on earth that he wasn't interested (which for him, just meant avoiding you completely) and you still looked at him like a lovesick schoolgirl.
This weekend came along like every other, texting Wade back and forth about snack options and finally getting up to shuffle across the hall with a bag of chips.
He answered the door as usual, ushering you in. You plopped yourself down on the couch and kicked your slippers off, clad in sweatpants and a tank top. He sat beside you and you propped your legs up on his lap, snatching the TV remote from the coffee table to flip through channels. You heard what you assumed was Loganā€™s bedroom door open down the hall, keeping your eyes glued to the TV.Ā 
ā€œPeanut! Care to join?ā€ Wade exclaimed as he watched his roommate enter the open kitchen, digging around in the fridge.
You still didnā€™t tear your gaze from the screen.
ā€œHell no.ā€
That wasnā€™t much of a surprise.
ā€œYour loss!ā€ Wade reached for the pack of beer on the table, offering one that you gladly accepted, ā€œbut donā€™t bother us, keeping up with the kardashians is incredibly important.ā€
ā€œUh - huh.ā€
Logan disappeared again in seconds and Wade shook his head.
You focused back on the TV screen.
ā€œSo, how many minutes into the episode do you think one of them is going to start a fight?ā€
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Hours and many beers later, you were on the floor with your knees to your chest between the couch and coffee table as you tried to stifle your giggling. Wade was laid on the couch, no better off than you.
ā€œHey - hey, I wanna ask you somethinā€™,ā€ his voice became a little serious, but he still had a shit eating grin on his face, ā€œwhat are you into Logan for anyway?ā€
You dreaded the question, groaning and closing your eyes.
ā€œSeriously! I mean, Iā€™ve been here the entire time - ā€œ
ā€œWade.ā€
He looked at you expectantly, awaiting a response.
You contemplated your answer for a moment, your filter diminishing more and more with every sip of beer, ā€œGod, I donā€™t know, heā€™s - heā€™s jusā€™ big.ā€
You were snickering behind the beer bottle you drunkenly held in front of your face in an attempt to hide.
ā€œI donā€™t think heā€™s that impressive. You know, heā€™s got small feet - tiny, like a child.ā€
That had you both doubled over, trying to muffle your laughs with your hands and the throw pillows strewn on the floor.
ā€œStop, stop - ā€ you choked out when you finally caught your breath, wacking him on the arm.
ā€œOkay but really, what is it? I know you, youā€™re not into beefcakes,ā€ he laughed and shook his head.
You sighed, not really thinking for even a second before you started speaking again.
ā€œHeā€™s older and heā€™s hot -ā€
ā€œAnd completely cold and dismissive towards you.ā€
You rolled your eyes at his interruption but still nodded, ā€œyeah - yes, but thatā€™s not my point.ā€
Wade took another sip of his beer and motioned for you to continue talking.
ā€œHe, uh - ā€ you tried to bite down a giggle, your face turning pink, ā€œI donā€™t know, I think heā€™d be good in bed.ā€
That made him sit forward on the couch, his mouth open in surprise, ā€œI knew it! I knew you were a horny freak!ā€
ā€œAm not!ā€ you picked a pillow up from the floor and launched it at his face, ā€œIā€™m allowed to be, anyway!ā€
ā€œWhatever,ā€ he caught the pillow in his hands, ā€œI'm on operation ā€˜Cupidā€™ and I have never quit a mission, cupcake. So, what about him makes you think that? Is it because he's a hundred and eighty - something years older than you? Heā€™s probably been passed around the block like a wh - ā€œ
ā€œOkay,ā€ you cut him off, cringing at the thought, ā€œ I think I got the picture.ā€
Your mind began to wander again about Logan and you narrowed your eyes in thought, staring at nothing.
ā€œWhatā€™cha thinkinā€™, honey bun?ā€
Wade's voice cut through your concentration and you shrugged, a smile creeping onto your face.
ā€œOh no,ā€ he started, stretching the vowel, ā€œyouā€™re having a sex fantasy right now, I can see it on your face - disgusting. Tell me more.ā€
ā€œWhat, you want details?ā€ You laughed, giving up on trying to hide it if Wade could already read you like an open book. You were both terribly honest with each other - almost to a fault.Ā 
ā€œNot the full middle-aged-white-women erotica novel version,ā€ he answered, ā€œI can accept cliff notes.ā€
You thought for a moment, going down the mental list youā€™d made of all the assumptions you had about the older roommate that you rarely ever saw.
ā€œHeā€™s gotta have a huge dick. Like, massive.ā€
Wade nearly spit out his beer but nodded for you to continue.
ā€œIā€™d let him, like - like,ā€ you were giggling between words as you tried to form a sentence, ā€œ fuckinā€™ rearrange my guts.ā€
That did make Wade spit his beer, which set off a train of uncontrollable laughter that you both tried to stifle.Ā 
Still, throw pillows and hands over your mouths were not as effective as you believed.Ā 
Loganā€™s eyes fluttered open, squinting in the dark. The digital clock on his nightstand read ā€˜2:24 amā€™ in red LEDs. He closed his eyes again and tried to drift back to sleep, only to be jolted up by the sound of the two of you laughing obnoxiously from the living room.
ā€œFor fuckā€™s sake,ā€ he mumbled to himself, getting up to walk towards his door so he could tell you both to keep it quiet. As his hand touched the knob, he halted when he heard your voice.
ā€œHeā€™s probably good at eating pussy. Heā€™d be like an animal - ā€œ
Logan was stuck in place, his eyes narrowed. Who the hell were you talking about?Ā 
ā€œCan we go back to the rearranging guts thing? ā€˜Cause I have to tell you, sister - heā€™s made of metal and heā€™ll really do it.ā€
That couldnā€™t be about him. He refused to believe you two were actually talking about him like that in the next room.
ā€œIā€™d let him,ā€ he could hear you snickering.
ā€œIs this a daddy issues thing? The ā€˜I can fix himā€™ maneuver?ā€Ā 
ā€œI didnā€™t say I wanted to fix him, I said I wanted to fuck him.ā€
If this was about some guy, Logan should be relieved; thankful that youā€™d found a new target of infatuation. He should be relieved, but he was gripping the door knob like he was going to break it off.
Wadeā€™s voice broke through his thoughts, ā€œyouā€™re lucky Loganā€™s not much into relationships, then.ā€
So you were talking about him.Ā 
Your voice echoed in his head, your words cementing themselves into his brain.Ā 
On the living room floor, you were chucking pieces of popcorn into Wade's direction, trying to land one in his open mouth.Ā 
ā€œHey,ā€ he started after catching a piece between his teeth and eating it, ā€œif you do end up in Wolvies bed? Pics or it didnā€™t happen.ā€
You gasped and nearly chucked your empty bottle at his head, deciding against it when you remembered Logan was asleep in the other room.Ā 
Logan was in the other room.
Just as you were about to panic to Wade about Logan overhearing your foul-mouthed and horny drunk rambling, you both heard the click of his door coming unlocked and the creak of the hinges. He appeared at the doorway in a beater and pajama pants, his hair sticking up in every direction. Truthfully, he looked cute.
ā€œShut the fuck up, both of you. Itā€™s two in the morning.ā€
Adorable, even.Ā 
ā€œOopsie! Sorry, Peanut. We had very important things to discuss,ā€ Wade replied.
Without another word, Logan shut his door again and you and Wade sat in comfortable silence for a moment.
ā€œDo you think he heard me?ā€ you whispered, grimacing.
ā€œWeā€™ll find out.ā€
With that, you both decided to call it a night and you returned to the familiar comfort of your apartment.
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The next morning, Wade was up far earlier than his roommate, as usual. He sat on the couch with his feet on the coffee table, turning his head when he heard Loganā€™s door open.
ā€œSleeping beauty! So kind of you to bless me with your presence. Whatā€™s the occasion?ā€
ā€œBreakfast.ā€
ā€œTechnically it would be lunch, peanut.ā€
Logan was facing the pantry in the kitchen and Wade could still feel the anger radiating off him.Ā 
Ignoring his seething silence, Wade began to speak again, ā€œyou didnā€™t happen to overhear any conversations last night, did you?ā€
Logan was facing him again, pouring cereal into a bowl and speaking without looking away from it, ā€œyou mean the one where your little friend said she wanted to fuck me? Yeah, I heard enough of it to get the jist.ā€
Wade had a gleeful look plastered on his face as he turned in his seat, ā€œso youā€™re gonna take her up on the offer, right?ā€
ā€œThat wasnā€™t an offer, and besides,ā€ Logan was shoveling cereal into his mouth, ā€œ ā€˜m not interested.ā€
ā€œSee, you say that, Peanut, and yet you just have to come out here at least once while sheā€™s over.ā€
Logan was glaring daggers into his skull.Ā 
ā€œI live here.ā€
The younger of the two clicked his tongue, turning his attention to the TV screen, ā€œAll I'm saying is that sheā€™s our neighbor, she's a sweetheart, she is single and has a job and an apartment all to herself, dude. Bone city.ā€
ā€œEw.ā€
ā€œThink about it.ā€ ā€œDonā€™t need to.ā€
As Logan scarfed down the rest of his breakfast and put the bowl in the sink, Wade was already typing furiously in his messages to create a plan.Ā 
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Another week rolled by, meaning it was time to get hammered and make fun of the Kardashians again. You held your breath waiting for Wade to answer the door, anxiously picking at your fingernails.Ā 
He opened the door and ushered you in like any other time, except he was dressed to go out instead of the usual PJ attire.
ā€œWhat, are you leaving me for a hot date?ā€ you teased, dropping the snacks you brought onto the kitchen island.
ā€œYes!ā€
You furrowed your eyebrows and frowned, awaiting his explanation.
ā€œIā€™ve got a date with Vanessa, but - ā€œ
Logan emerged from his room, navigating his way to the kitchen as if neither of you were there.
ā€œPeanut! So glad you decided to join us! Hey - ā€œ Wade tapped the kitchen island, motioning for him to come over so he could talk to you both at the same time.
ā€œOkay - I have a date with Vanessa tonight, so I need you,ā€ he motioned between the two of you, ā€œto get along.ā€
You were about to interrupt, insist that you can just reschedule, but it was as if heā€™d read your mind.
ā€œYouā€™re already here, cupcake, just stay and chill out. And you - ā€œ he turned completely towards Logan, ā€œyouā€™re going to be nice like I asked you. Do you think youā€™ll survive?ā€
Logan was staring at him, unblinking with a scowl on his face.
ā€œYou, uh, you donā€™t have to sit with me,ā€ you mumbled to him, forcing him to finally acknowledge your presence.
Heā€™d half expected it to be your idea as much as it was Wadeā€™s - some kind of ploy to get him alone - but you werenā€™t jumping at the chance, trying to be touchy-feely with him, begging him to stay.Ā 
He almost wished you would.
He cleared his throat and looked back to Wade, ā€œI'm not gonna babysit your friend.ā€
ā€œWho said I needed a babysitter?ā€ you chimed in.
Ā They both turned to you to watch you slam the top of a beer bottle on the edge of the countertop, sending the metal top flying somewhere into the living room.Ā 
ā€œWe have a bottle opener in the drawer,ā€ Wade sighed in defeat, ā€anyway - you donā€™t need to babysit her, I'm just saying she doesnā€™t bite and It would be uncool to leave her all alone.ā€
ā€œArenā€™t you the one leaving?ā€ you asked, taking a sip of your beer.
ā€œNot the point,ā€ he answered, grabbing his jacket from the coat stand as he walked towards the front door, ā€œplay nice, donā€™t eat anything in the fridge with my name on it and thereā€™s condoms in my nightstand!ā€
He opened and shut the door, leaving the both of you in awkward silence. Loganā€™s face was actually red, a mix between rage and mild embarrassment.Ā 
ā€œHeā€™s a dick,ā€ you muttered, trying to make some kind of small talk, only to be met again with silence. You sighed, going to the couch and picking up the remote. You finally made yourself look Logan in the eyes, your cheeks burning uncontrollably when he never broke his stare.
ā€œListen - itā€™s fine, I get it, youā€™re likeā€¦the lone wolf,ā€ you laughed a little to yourself, having to divert your eyes to the fabric of the couch, ā€œIā€™m not gonna burst into tears if you donā€™t sit with me.ā€
He was a little taken back by your bluntness, though it was refreshing. He figured youā€™d be pink in the face - practically begging him to stay - but you werenā€™t. You pretended you couldnā€™t give less of a shit with your eyes now glued to the TV. You were as cool as you could act on the outside, but you nearly lost that cool when he spoke again.
ā€œI can sit for a bit,ā€ he shuffled over to the couch, settling himself down next to you. If you werenā€™t gonna be all over him like he thought you would, he could withstand a couple episodes of whatever the hell you and Wade had been watching. He didnā€™t dislike you, really - just terrified of the possibility of intimacy. You were pretty, and from what heā€™d overheard now and then, you were funny too. He liked the way the smell of your body wash and perfume flooded the apartment whenever youā€™d stop by and how youā€™d always bring some leftovers to be sure both of them had eaten - leftovers of which the roommates would always get into a spat over - usually because Logan ate it all before Wade could even see what was in the container.Ā 
Unfortunately for Logan, he began to enjoy you being around.
You could feel your stomach tie itself in knots when he sat beside you but nodded in acknowledgment, flipping through TV channels. You settled on the Kardashians again, tossing the remote on the table.
ā€œThis is the shit you guys watch, huh?ā€ he teased, grabbing a beer from the pack Wade left behind.Ā 
You smiled a little to yourself, noticing how he was slowly getting more comfortable with you, ā€œmhm, top tier - wait till you see one of them talk, itā€™s like watching an alien.ā€
You actually pulled a miniscule of a laugh out of him and your heart nearly skipped a beat at the sound.
As the show went on and you both made snarky commentary at just about everything, you felt more and more like you were just hanging out with Wade - comfortable and casual, except for the way your face burned up every time he stretched and his white beater rode up his stomach.
ā€œSo,ā€ you began as the episode ended, ā€œthoughts? Opinions?ā€
He was looking between you and the screen, thinking hard, ā€œI donā€™t get it.ā€
You shrugged, ā€œme neither, to be honest, but god is it funny to watch rich people lose their shit sometimes.ā€
He chuckled again at your response, placing his empty bottle on the table next to yours.
It was silent for a moment, the air tense with something you couldnā€™t quite pinpoint.Ā 
ā€œWhat do you usually watch on TV?ā€ you asked, intending to flip the channel to whatever he may be interested in - if he had to sit through Keeping Up with The Kardashians, it was only fair.
ā€œNothinā€™, really,ā€ he answered, his eyes moving from the screen to rest on you, like a heavy weight on your chest.
ā€œDo you even watch TV?ā€ you asked, the both of you having abandoned the idea of trying to find something else to watch and just letting it play in the background.
ā€œNah,ā€ he shrugged, his arms crossed against his chest, ā€œ I donā€™t do much of anything.ā€™
You could tell his answer was earnest and you frowned a bit, swinging your legs up on the couch and turning to face him completely, ā€œnothing? There has to be something.ā€
He was unsure about how close you were to him now, your knees to your chest as you looked at him expectantly. He thought heā€™d be met with that look - the one you kept giving him in passing that he hated so much - but your face was neutral, waiting patiently for him to respond. Truthfully, he didnā€™t hate the look itself - or you, for that matter - but hated how it made him feel.
As if there were some sliver of hope for a future worth living through.
He cleared his throat, turning his body towards you on the couch, ā€œI work out, sometimes - ā€œ
ā€˜ā€™Yeah, clearlyā€™ā€™, you wanted to say.
ā€œOther than that,ā€ he continued, ā€œI donā€™t know, the bar - sometimes I'll let Wade drag me out somewhere but I usually leave after half an hour.ā€
ā€œHuh, so you really are by yourself a lot,ā€ you realized aloud.
Ā Logan never thought it sad until he heard it from your mouth.
ā€œI like it that way, most of the time,ā€ he shrugged.
ā€œI can tell - took you two weeks to finally say hello. I think this is the most I've ever heard your voice, actually.ā€Ā 
He realized you were right and did feel a little bad, ā€œIā€™m sorry about that, by the way. I just donā€™t like meeting new people.ā€
ā€œMe neither.ā€
It was silent then - save for the TV - either one of you waiting for the other to explain just why that is. You figured it would be easier if you went first.
ā€œI never really had a lot of friends growing up. I had a hard time in school and a lot of the other kids didnā€™t like me. It was just tough to make friends, especially because - ā€œ
You stopped, thinking over what details to include and what to leave out.
ā€œBecause?ā€ Logan prompted and you sighed, biting back a giggle.
ā€œBecause I was goth. I donā€™t mean I just dressed in black - I mean I wore white face paint and huge boots and ate lunch in the art room.ā€
That actually pulled a real fucking laugh out of him and you couldnā€™t help but mirror his smile.
ā€œIā€™m not laughing ā€˜cause you were goth, that's not weirdā€ he clarified, ā€œI'm laughing because I just canā€™t picture it.ā€
You didnā€™t embrace the style as much as you used to, trading Siouxsie Sioux makeup for reading glasses and teased hair for your natural texture.
ā€œIā€™ll bring over my highschool yearbook sometime,ā€ you chuckled, shaking your head.
Realizing it was now his turn to speak, he readjusted himself in his seat and cleared his throat, visibly becoming a little uncomfortable.
ā€œYou donā€™t have to tell me anything you donā€™t want to, you know,ā€ you reminded him gently, giving a soft smile.Ā 
It only made it harder for Logan that you were so damn nice.
He tentatively explained the timelines, the different versions everyone has of themselves, how heā€™d gotten there. You hung on his every word, unintentionally giving him a sympathetic look when he had finished explaining.Ā 
ā€œSoā€¦you were just alone after all that?ā€ your voice was soft, worry clear in your tone.
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, ā€œyeah, yeah.. ā€˜till I met Wade, obviously.ā€
You gave him a small smile, ā€œyouā€™ll never be alone again, you know.ā€
For some reason, the unfamiliar comfort made his stomach turn and he simply shook his head, ā€œYeah, I'm never gonna be able to get rid of him.ā€
That made you giggle, nodding in agreement.
ā€œYou can try, but he will always find you - like a determined cockroach.ā€
That got the both of you and youā€™d never seen Logan smile that way - though, to be fair, you never saw much of his face anyway.
The version of you that sat on the couch across from him was far from who he thought you were. He felt guilty now for assuming things just from looking at you, but it was a habit he had yet to shake. It was clear you were beautiful - that was never a question - but talking with you made him realize just how much he may have missed out by keeping himself so closed off. You laughed at almost every joke he had made, comforted him when he was nothing but rude and always checked up on him and Wade. You smelled so nice, your hair looked so soft and he almost found himself wanting to reach over and run his fingers through it. In his eyes, you seemed to be everything he was not; all of the best qualities he believed he didn't possess.
ā€œOh, hey - do you want some popcorn? I brought the microwave kind, I keep telling Wade to get it himself and he never does,ā€ you snapped him out of his trance and stood from the couch, already walking to the kitchen.
ā€œUh, sure,ā€ he found himself getting up to follow you, not wanting to pause a moment of conversation.
You tossed the bag in the microwave and hit the button, leaning yourself against the counter. Logan leaned himself besides you, significantly taller. Youā€™d held your composure so far, but having him so close and realizing just how much bigger he was made your heart beat like a rabbitā€™s.Ā 
ā€œSo, you never asked about the mutant thing,ā€ He spoke over the popping, looking down at you and waiting for the twenty questions.
You only shrugged, ā€œI figured If you wanted to tell me, youā€™d tell me. I wasnā€™t gonna interrogate you about it. Plus, Wade told me.ā€
ā€œOf course he did,ā€ Logan scoffed, ā€œIā€™m afraid to know what exactly it was that he told you.ā€
ā€œYouā€™ve got adamantium instead of bones,ā€ you replied matter of factly, ā€œand youā€™ve got claws. I mean, Iā€™ve never seen them, but that's what he told me.ā€
He thought for a minute, stepping in front of you a little. He was about arm-length away, putting enough distance between you both that he was sure he wouldnā€™t accidentally knick you.
In a second, the adamantium claws protruded from between his knuckles, glistening in the kitchen light. You flinched for only a second, leaning in to inspect them.Ā 
ā€œWoah,ā€ you muttered, bringing a finger up to the very end of one of them and letting it poke you, ā€œcool.ā€
He was a bit confused by your calm demeanor, but relieved by it anyway. It was never a good time when someone had a bad reaction to the claws. The microwave beeped and he retracted them, stepping out of your way. You opened it and held the scolding bag with two fingers, realizing you needed a bowl to put it in.
ā€œLogan, can you grab a-ā€
You felt one hand on your hip and could see his other reach above you, opening a cabinet you couldn't and handing you a bowl. Your back was almost flush to his chest, making you feel warm all over. He reluctantly pulled away from you and you cleared your throat, shaking the popcorn into the bowl.
He watched you from where you stood, taking in the curve of your waist and hips and realizing he was in much more trouble than heā€™d originally thought. Heā€™d heard your drunken giggling about him - heard you vulgarly talk about how good you think heā€™d be at giving head - but he was still thinking it over with his bottom lip between his teeth. He finally broke the silence that filled the room.
ā€œYou know, the claws arenā€™t the only thing abnormal about me.ā€
ā€œMm, no?ā€ you laughed a little with your back still turned to him. You could feel that your face was hot.
ā€œHeightened senses,ā€ he said simply, ā€œhearing and smell, mostly.ā€
ā€œReally?ā€
ā€œYeah. Like right now, I can hear your heartbeat.ā€
Your eyes went wide and you practically froze in place.
ā€œItā€™s fast.ā€
His voice was closer.
ā€œReally fast,ā€ his breath was in your ear, his hands coming to rest on your waist, ā€œgot even faster when I pointed it out.ā€
You swallowed hard, knowing very well there was no way to lie to him.
ā€œJusā€™ nervous sometimes. It doesnā€™t mean anything,ā€ you exhaled, attempting to still your shaking hands.Ā 
ā€œMhm,ā€ he hummed, his deep voice reverberating through your chest because of his proximity, ā€œwhat about the other night, though?ā€
You narrowed your eyes and turned to finally face him, nearly chest to chest.
ā€œWhat are you talking about?ā€Ā 
You knew exactly what he was talking about - you just hoped it wasnā€™t what you thought.
His hands were on the counter behind you, boxing you in.
ā€œCā€™mon,ā€ he looked at you expectantly with a shit eating smirk on his face, ā€œwhat made you think Iā€™d be good at eating pussy, anyway?ā€
You were red with embarrassment, pulling your hands up to cover your face, but Logan caught your wrists gently and clicked his tongue.
ā€œPretty girl, itā€™s alright - ā€œ
His gruff voice calling you such a sweet nickname nearly made your knees buckle.
ā€œI can smell how wet you get, you know that?ā€
One of his hands moved to hold you by your throat, barely using any pressure.
ā€œF-Fuck off,ā€ you managed to mutter, stuttering when he pushed one of his thighs inbetween yours. This was nowhere near what you pictured happening when Wade dumped you in his living room with a guy who would barely even look at you.
He chuckled, his other hand pushing on the small of your back to pull you closer into him.
ā€œYeah? I donā€™t think you really want me to, sweetheart. Besides, you didnā€™t answer my question.ā€
You could barely think, nevermind answer whatever it was he had asked. You were almost nose to nose, Logan craning his neck down a bit to level his face with yours.
ā€œI, um,ā€ your breathing was shaky, ā€œfuck, I donā€™t know - I jusā€™ think about it a lot.ā€
ā€œMe too,ā€ he admitted before crashing his lips to yours, tangling his fingers in the hair at the back of your head. It was truthful - heā€™d probably thought of you every day since the night he heard you talk about him like that.Ā 
You couldnā€™t help moaning into his mouth when he kissed you, letting him slip his tongue past your lips. His hands roamed down your back and to your ass, using his grip to rock your hips over his thigh.
ā€œSo beautiful,ā€ he whispered as he moved down your jaw and neck, kissing and biting at the soft skin, ā€œdrove me crazy, hearing you say those things.ā€
ā€œHow much - how much did you hear?ā€ you tried to ask, overwhelmed by his teeth grazing your neck. Your hands rested against his chest - as if you were going to push him away - but you never did.
You felt his lips curve into a smile against your skin, ā€œheard enough.ā€
ā€œAnd what exactly was that?ā€
If he was going to tease, you might as well bite back.
He pulled away momentarily to look in your eyes, knowing damn well he already had you where he wanted you.
ā€œYou donā€™t want to fix me, you want to fuck me, right?ā€
Your own words sounded so much hotter coming out of his mouth.
ā€œMhm,ā€ was all you could manage to get out, too focused on the feeling of him pushing and pulling your hips over his thigh.
ā€œHuh? Use your words, sweetheart.ā€
There was something about the affectionate nicknames he was using in contrast to the filthy way he was trying to push you down even harder on his thigh that made you lightheaded.
ā€œYeah - yes, I want to,ā€ you practically whined.
That was all the confirmation he needed to hoist you up onto the counter with his hands on your ass. He was kissing you hungrily, his fingers hooking around the straps of your tank top to let them fall down your shoulders. You didnā€™t waste any time in breaking the kiss momentarily to strip yourself of the garment, tossing it to the kitchen floor.
ā€œFuck, jesus christ,ā€ He groaned at the sight of your bare chest and immediately brought his large hands up to massage your breasts. A chill went down your spine when he leaned down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue. Your hands were threaded through his hair, tugging every so slightly when he would pull his mouth off you with a popping sound. The majority of your chest was glistening with his spit when he finally brought his mouth to yours again, leaving a clear coating over the developing hickies that he left. You tugged at the hem of Logan's white beater to signal that you wanted it off. He did as you pleased, leaving plenty of skin for you to run your hands over.Ā 
ā€œBeen thinking of you, all spread out of me,ā€ he murmured in between kisses. He used his grip on your ass to grind you against him, his hard cock pressing against you. The pressure from it was enough for your pussy to start aching.
ā€œI wanna know what you taste like,ā€ he continued, holding your chin to tilt your head up, ā€œcan I find out?ā€
You nodded frantically and nearly choked on your own spit. You lifted your hips to let him strip you of your pants and underwear, leaving you completely bare on the counter in front of him.
You felt vulnerable, pressing your knees together only to have Logan use his hands to spread them apart.
ā€œUh-uh,ā€ he clicked his tongue, ā€œlet me see your pretty pussy.ā€
He got on his knees on the kitchen floor, hooking his arms around your thighs and settling his face between them. He nipped at the hot skin of your inner thighs and you inadvertently tugged his hair every time he did so. He finally laid his tongue flat against you and you whined, the sound echoing through the kitchen. He was sloppy, practically drooling into your cunt and using it to lubricate his fingers so he could slip them into you. Your theory from before was proven right; he was kind of animalistic when he ate you out.
He was curling his fingers as he thrusted them in and out, sucking on your clit at the same time. You gasped when he spoke with his mouth still buried in your cunt.
ā€œTastes so fucking good.ā€
Your ankles were locked to keep his head between your thighs, leaning yourself back against the wall.
ā€œJesus christ, Logan - ā€œ you whined, cut off when he growled into you.
ā€œMhm, ā€˜feels good, baby?ā€
You only nodded, unable to communicate with how deep he was curling his fingers into you. He continued to mumble praises against your cunt, amused by how much it clearly spurred you on.
ā€œThis is all mine, huh? Know you wanted it, could smell how bad you needed me every time you were over.ā€
You could feel the pressure in your lower stomach start to build.
ā€œYouā€™re so wet for me, such a good girl - makinā€™ such a fucking mess.ā€
It wasnā€™t long before you were pulling him back by his hair.
He reluctantly detached himself, looking up at you with concern. His mouth and chin were wet, his tongue peeking out to lick his lips.
ā€œWhatā€™s wrong? You okay?ā€
ā€œ ā€˜m fine, just - I was close -ā€
He groaned in a way that almost sounded annoyed, diving his tongue back into you, ā€œCā€™mon, do it, then - come for me, pretty girl.ā€
His praise was enough to trigger your orgasm and you couldnā€™t help rocking your hips against his face as you rode it out. You were cursing, tears starting to form in your eyes when he didnā€™t let up.Ā 
ā€œL-Logan, fuck,ā€ you cried. You couldā€™ve pulled him off, told him it was too much, but he was so determined and skilled in the way he flicked his tongue that the discomfort of overstimulation dissipated into pleasure within seconds.
ā€œOne more for me, baby, one more. Think you can?ā€
You were moaning so loud at that point that you tried to bring a hand to your mouth to muffle the sound but Logan caught your wrist and brought it back to his hair, encouraging you to keep tugging and pulling.
Your second orgasms approached hard and fast, tears rolling down your cheek. Your legs shook uncontrollably as he finally sat back on his heels.Ā 
When you caught your breath, he pulled himself up to slide his arms around your lower back and plant a kiss on your forehead, wiping your wet cheeks.
ā€œCan I take you to the bed?ā€
You nodded and smiled wide, leaning up to kiss him.
He effortlessly carried you through the hallway and into his bedroom, your bare chest pressed against his. The second your back hit his mattress, his cellphone started to ring from his bedside table.
You watched Logan furrow his eyebrows and reach for the phone. He read the caller ID and bore an amused smile, switching it to silent.
ā€œWhatā€™s so funny?ā€ you asked, wrapping your arms around him when he came to hover above you.
ā€œItā€™s Wade,ā€ he chuckled to himself, ā€œprobably calling to see if everythings alright.ā€
That made you giggle, ā€œyeah, we can tell him weā€™re doing just fine.ā€
ā€œIā€™ll call him later.ā€
His lips were on yours again, the rough denim of his jeans rubbing against you as he pinned you to the bed with his hips. You slid your hands from his neck, down his back and around the front of his waist to rest on his belt buckle. Your fingers made quick work of the metal fastener and you tugged the leather from his jeans. He stood up off the bed for a moment to strip himself of the rest of his clothing. When his cock sprung up from his boxers and hit his stomach, you almost had to choke back a gasp. Again, you were proven right - he was huge. He crawled back between your legs and positioned himself on top of you.Ā 
ā€œYouā€™re okay with this?ā€
If anyone told you maybe two hours earlier that youā€™d end up under Wadeā€™s grumpy roommate, your chest heaving from the anticipation of finally having him slot into you, you wouldā€™ve called them crazy. Now, however, it was a reality - one you wouldā€™ve gladly spent the rest of your life in.
You realized he was holding back, gripping the sheets next to your head and waiting for a definite answer.
You nodded and scratched at the back of his neck affectionately. He guided himself into you and you groaned at the feeling of his tip alone.
ā€œ ā€˜s okay?ā€
Logan was practically slurring his words with how hard he had to hold himself back. Your warm chest to his, your thighs locked around his waist, the way you smelled; it was all overwhelming in the best way possible.
ā€œSo good,ā€ you whined, trying to push your hips up to encourage him to go even deeper, ā€œwant all of it, please, please.ā€
He was chewing on his lip when he finally let himself fill you completely in one thrust. You dug your fingernails into his back, leaving scratches that healed themselves within seconds. He let out a guttural moan with his face buried in your neck, concentrating on trying to build a steady rhythm without finishing things too fast. He propped himself up on his elbows on either side of you as he tentatively rocked in and out.
ā€œSo fucking pretty,ā€ he huffed, a hand coming up to wipe the sweat dampened hair from your flushed face. It was so sweet, so intimate; nothing youā€™d ever really expected with or from him.
ā€œYou're handsome,ā€ you managed to reply, amused by how taken back he seemed by the compliment, ā€œperfect.ā€
He couldnā€™t remember the last time someone called him that - handsome, definitely never perfect - while actually looking at him like they meant it. Your eyes were trained on the features of his face, attempting to memorize every line and wrinkle; every bit of him that made him Logan. Your eyes felt to him like they could burn right through the wall heā€™d managed to construct.
Still, he instinctively scoffed as he hovered over you. He was never good at accepting compliments.
ā€œIā€™m not the lying type, you know,ā€ you assured him, whispering in his ear as he continued at a steady pace, ā€œbesides, do you think I'd be under you right now if that wasnā€™t true?ā€
ā€œMm - shut upā€, he fought a smile and increased his pace in the hopes that it would render you speechless.
It did, of course.
You were a moaning mess atop his sheets with your back arched to accommodate Loganā€™s arm sneaking around you. His pace was enough to rock his headboard into the wall and he was thankful it was your apartment on the other side instead of a strangerā€™s. You were chest to chest as he whispered filthy things into your ear.
ā€œTakinā€™ it well like I knew you would, baby doll - knew youā€™d like it when I fucked you like this.ā€
You were still at a loss for words, overwhelmed by the pressure in your lower stomach.
ā€œYou think youā€™ve got another one in you? Cā€™mon, sweet girl, let me see it.ā€
His coaxing had your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head as he pounded into you. Besides the grunts and moans between you two, the only sound echoing in the room was the slap of skin against skin and the squelching of your pussy as he dragged himself out and back in again.
You were almost drooling from how deep he was able to fuck you. The familiar fire in your stomach had you feeling warm all over, building and building itself up. As if he could read your mind, Loganā€™s hand reached down between the both of you and he started to trace tight circles around your swollen clit.
ā€œF-Fuck, my god, Logan - ā€œ
He hummed affirmatively, almost as if to acknowledge that was indeed his name that you were chanting.
You squeezed your eyes shut so hard that you almost saw stars when your third orgasm hit hard and fast. You were probably loud enough for the entire building to hear as he worked you through it.
ā€œGood girl, good girl - cā€™mere,ā€ he praised, flipping you over so that you were on your hands and knees. You laid your chest as flat as you could against the mattress and arched your back. He didnā€™t hesitate in fitting himself snuggly inside of you again, his hands kneading at and smacking your ass as he used his grip to push and pull you. It wasnā€™t long before his thrusts started to become sloppy. He leaned down and hooked an arm around you, lifting you up a little so that his chest was pressed to your back. He moved his hand to your throat to tilt back your head. The way you looked back at him, your beautiful eyes boring into his soul - that was all he needed to finally let go. You felt him flood you with his come, a mixture of yours and his soaking the sheets underneath you. He gently pulled out and almost immediately pulled you against him to cuddle, his eyes already fluttering close. You didnā€™t take him for the cuddly type but it was just another wholesome thing youā€™d learned about him.
ā€œYou should call Wade back,ā€ you mumbled, already drifting to sleep with your head on Loganā€™s chest.
ā€œ ā€˜m busy, Iā€™ll do it tomorrow.ā€
You chuckled to yourself, letting exhaustion overtake you.
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Wade practically sprinted up the steps to his apartment the next morning, keys already in hand. If Logan hadnā€™t answered - even if it was just to tell him to fuck off - something really bad mustā€™ve happened. You hadn't answered any of his fifteen texts, either.
He unlocked his door and prepared himself to be met with a gorey scene, only to be surprised that there was no sign of a scuffle. There was untouched popcorn in the kitchen, clearly abandoned at some point right after making it. Did Logan upset you enough last night to make you leave early?Ā 
Of course, heā€™d completely missed your clothing that had been tossed just out of sight from where he was standing.
Wade sighed in frustration, striding through the hallway and stopping outside Loganā€™s bedroom. He banged his fist on the door and rested his hands on his hips as he spoke through the wood.
ā€œHey! Peanut! Did you make our guest leave early last night? Howā€™d it go? You didnā€™t answer your phone and neither did she.ā€
On the other side of the door, your heads both popped up at the sound of wadeā€™s banging. You stifled a laugh, looking to Logan for him to say something.
ā€œUh, yeahā€¦she had somethinā€™ to take care of.ā€
Now you had to bury your face in his comforter, uncontrollably snickering.Ā 
Without warning, Wade groaned and swung the door open - one neither of you thought to lock because no one had been home.
ā€œYou better get your ass across the hall and apologize for whatever it is that -ā€œ
He was met with the sight of the both of you in Loganā€™s bed, covered by the bedding. It was obvious you were both undressed, Loganā€™s boxers somewhere near Wadeā€™s feet.
He gasped, looking between the two of you in confusion before a giddy smile appeared on his face.
ā€œOh, I see, I see. Right, mhm - ā€œ
Logan was already trying to shoo him out but Wade wasnā€™t going to let him before he got the last word in.
ā€œYou're welcome, by the way!ā€
He shut the door and you laughed.
Logan laid back again, resting his arm around your shoulders so he could pull you back into his chest again.
In the comfortable silence, doubt settled itself in the form of a pit in your stomach. What if this was a one time thing?Ā 
Almost instantly, you felt his hand comb through your hair.
ā€œHey, uh,ā€ he started, looking down into your eyes, ā€œlisten, I know I was supposed to ask this before I got you in here, but - um..ā€
You could feel your stomach turn, borderline terrified of what he was going to say next.
ā€œWould you want to go out for coffee sometime?ā€
A wide grin spread across your face and you nodded eagerly, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek.
ā€œIā€™d love that.ā€
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A/N: this ones long as hell but so is just about everything else I write! if you've made it to the end I loooove u and pls interact if you enjoyed; hearing feedback is what motivates me to keep writing! as always, my inbox is open as well <3
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yanderedrabbles Ā· 12 days ago
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Cheat on me please
How to safely rid yourself of a yandere
There's no easy way to get rid of him. He's too obsessive. Too controlling. Too bloody single minded.
You tried talking through it and he just scoffed and said you were being silly. That you were just too hormonal and would calm down in a few days.
You tried going no contact and he showed up at your door. Hammered at it until the neighbours called the cops and they dragged him away.
You tried being nice about it and all he did was grab your wrist so hard it bruised. His eyes like chips of stone when he said he didn't want to hear it.
You weren't breaking up with him. You had no reason to.
And the worst part? He was right. You don't have a reason.
On paper, he's the perfect man. Attentive. Generous. Handsome. He buys you gifts, he lavishes you with attention, he's funny and charming around your friends.
And he scares you.
Not because of anything he's done. (Perfect guy, remember?) But some instinct deep inside you tells you to be careful around him.
This one's a predator, he's got claws and fangs, he'll fill you with venom and never let go, some ancient part of you insists.
But try explaining that to him. He's so mindlessly logical. He's not going to leave you because of a silly gut feeling. Come on baby, what sort of shitty boyfriend would do that?
And that's why you're down to half thought out, borderline silly plans to get rid of him. Get your hot friend to sleep with him. Catch them in the act. Throw a tantrum and finally get to break up with him.
You can't try and excuse cheating. It's abhorrent. And his logical side will surely see that, right?
One little hitch though. He's actually loyal to a fault.
Part of you finds it hard to believe. Is he really turning down your absolute bombshell of a friend? The girl all your exes were just a bit in love with?
Maybe he's just being cautious. Maybe he isn't lonely and needy enough to risk it.
So you up the stakes. Decide to avoid fucking him as much as possible. And oh boy, does it drive him crazy. He gets irritable and needy and somehow even more horny the longer your dry spell lasts.
And you know that you almost have him. He's just a man, no matter how logical he pretends to be.
You pick a fight over nothing. Blow it all out of proportion and storm out to stay with your parents for a while.
Piss him off just enough that a revenge fuck seems like a great idea.
He ends up drinking at a shitty dive bar and oh what a coincidence, your gorgeous seductress friend just happens to turn up. The last text she sends you makes it seem like she's finally hooked him and you hurry over to her apartment, feeling just a little giddy. Your plan actually worked! You feel like a goddamn genius.
And sure enough, his car is parked at her front door.
For a second, you feel a little hurt. Yes, this is the outcome you wanted. Yes, you deliberately manipulated him to get to this point. But it still feels like betrayal.
When you make it to her door, it's oddly silent for a supposed drunken hookup. But you're too geared up to notice it.
She left her door unlocked like you agreed and you tiptoe inside, your heart going a mile a minute. Her bedroom door is cracked just a little and a shaft of light cuts through the dark of the hallway.
You swing the door open with a crash, getting to ready to cuss him out.
And you freeze.
There's no guilty couple leaping away from each other, no smell of sweat and cum, no illicit rendezvous.
Instead your friend is tied to a chair, her mouth taped shut with silvery duct tape and her mascara running in black streaks down her cheeks. Her eyes lock onto yours and she tries to scream something through the tape.
The door clicks shut behind you.
You turn slowly. Like putting it off will make the situation less horrible, less like a dissociative dream.
Your boyfriend looks ragged. His eyes are blood shot and his hair is an unruly mess.
But the worst part is the way he smiles at you. Paternal, almost. Like he's caught you doing something naughty but he's willing to overlook it.
"Come on baby, you didn't think I'd actually cheat on you, did ya?"
His voice is condescending, but under the surface you can hear a cold, terrifying anger.
You swallow. Those same instincts that warned you about him are screaming now.
"What the hell is going on?" You demand, trying to sound angry instead of just afraid.
He steps toward you and it takes everything in you to not step away. He picks up a piece of your hair and rubs it between his fingers. Proprietary, possessive.
"What's going on? You should know babe. You're the one who tried to set me up... As though that skank over there ever stood a chance."
He tsks. "I knew something was wrong the second you stopped sleeping with me."
He leans forward and whispers in your ear, his breath ghosting across your neck.
"I fuck you too good for you to give it up so easy."
You jerk away from him, your eyes burning like you're about to cry. How did this go so wrong?
"Are you insane? Untie her right now! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
He backhands you right across the face.
He's never hit you before and the shock is almost worse than the pain. You stumble, clutching your cheek. Your face feels numb at first and then a sharp, fiery pain blooms across your cheek.
He grabs your collar and shoves you toward the bed.
"Oh baby, you're lucky I love you." His bared teeth catch the light and he looks more wolf than man.
The edge of the mattress digs into your thighs and you fall backward. You're still reeling and he has you pinned under him before you can find the strength to scramble away.
"Thought about killing her, y'know. What kind of whore goes after her best friend's man? You deserve better than that."
His grip is unyielding. A part of you always knew he was strong, but until now you didn't realise how big the gap between you actually was. His knee is between your legs and he brings it up to press against your crotch.
"But then a light bulb must have went off. And I decided to see how things played out."
He laughs and there's nothing warm or welcoming in it at all.
"All I had to do was squeeze her throat a little and..." He grabs your throat and thightens his grip until you see stars. "And she was just fallin' all over herself to tell me about your little plan."
He let's go and pats your cheek with rough little smacks. "It was cute, baby. Really was. But fucking stupid."
He leans down and kisses you. His lips are rough and he bites your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. The metallic tang of it makes you gag.
Your instincts were right. He's dangerous and you never should have tempted this monstrous part of him.
He tastes like cheap whiskey and you struggle to pull away. Your chest heaves and no matter how you buck and twist under him, he still keeps you pinned.
When he pulls away, something in your expression must please him because he hums and tilts your chin up. "But it's okay baby. We'll work through this."
He reaches down and tugs at your belt. "And I know exactly where to start."
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yourlittlebunnyy Ā· 14 days ago
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all the times franco and yn were unhinged on each others socials
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francolapinto working hardšŸ”„
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user1 great job!
user2 he looks so good omgšŸ˜«
williamsracing šŸ’™šŸ’™šŸ’™
ynusername oh!
ynusername papi
ynusername why are my panties suddenly wet?
francolapinto let me help you get rid of them mami
alexalbon I DID NOT WANT TO KNOW???
user2 THEY CANT BE STOPPED DAMN
ynusername papi i want you to choke me with those biceps
francolapinto gladly mami
user99 daddy/mommy kink goes HARD
user45 THEY HAVE NO SHAME
charlesleclerc there are FAMILIES HERE
user18 who is this DIVA?šŸ’œ
landonorris WHAT DID I JUST READ???
user3 oh she's unhinged
user4 i mean look at him who wouldn't
user5 yn is lucky šŸ˜–
user6 actually ā˜ļøšŸ¤“ franco is lucky to have yn
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francolapinto mami porfa dame tus hijosšŸ™
user8 hey! so this is actually insane
francolapinto why are you so hot šŸ˜ž
ynusername you tell me papi
alexalbon wait why are the comments actually nice?
francolapinto i may or may not have a problem right now...
ynusername a big one? šŸ˜ā˜ļø
user13 ehm... i suddenly feel in the middle of somethingšŸ˜ž
charlesleclerc that's how we fill everyday, every hour, every second.
alexalbon NEVERMIND
user9 IT GIRL
yourbestie šŸ˜šŸ˜šŸ˜
user10 the comments started nice...
williamsracing we are tiredšŸ˜ƒ
landonorris someone tell me what the actual fuck i just witnessed.
user2 please tell us šŸ™šŸ™šŸ™
landonorris i... i think i just saw franco looking at this and excusing himself...
user6 LOLOLLOLLLL
user7 he's so down bad it's cute
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francolapinto quick break with my babygirlšŸ‹ā€ā™€ļøšŸŽ
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ynusername damn papi i wanna sit on your facešŸ˜«
francolapinto who's stopping you? definitely not me
landonorris WHAT
charlesleclerc someone needs to start a petition to media train this two because man, i am tired...
alexalbon the way i would sign so quick...
ynusername didn't realise everyone hates usšŸ˜Ÿ
user11 GIRL-
ynusername i want to climb you like a treešŸ™
carlossainz i sighed so loud.
user12 me too, carlos. me too.
user13 GIRL WE GET IT PLS STOPšŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­
user14 atp im just here for yn commentsšŸ˜”
williamsracing looking goodšŸ”„šŸ’™
user15 i just know yn is giggling and kicking her feet rn
yourbestie she is. she is also blushing and she's been staring at this post for the past 10 minutes. send help.
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user16 omg im here before than yn it feels so weird
francolapinto šŸ’ŖšŸ’™
alexalbon see how its nice now that she's been media trained?
user17 noo pls they got my girlšŸ˜”
ynusername AHAHAHAH NO you guys thought williams could trap me? šŸ‘ŗ
user18 PLS NEVER CHANGE QUEENšŸ¤²šŸ™
williamsracing well, fuck.
ynusername i think i just got pregnant
francolapinto milf yn?šŸ˜šŸ˜šŸ˜
user19 i dont think thats how it works...
user44 mind that's my first impression of you! šŸ™‚
ynusername currently hyperventilating dont ask me anything
user20 @ynusername quick question what color is the shirt?
ynusername uhmmmm he was... wearing a shirt?ā˜
user21 SHE IS SO ME DJKDFJJDJS
user22 realest queen ever
user28 DIVAšŸ’œ
alexalbon why i always speak too soon
landonorris nurse she's out again
yourbestie i tried. i failed. i can't defend you anymore, yn. šŸ˜ž
ynusername damn... now a girl can't even admire his bf without being blamed...
yourbestie ADMIRE??? SISTER YOU'RE BASICALLY SEXTING WITH HIM IN THE COMMENTSšŸ™
user24 i love these two smšŸ˜­
user23 yn comments never disappointšŸ¤­
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p1astr81 Ā· 25 days ago
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just a prank
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in which: Lando has his friends over, and while his roommate is taking a shower, they decide to play a prank on her. Oscar is the one to come to her rescue.
pairing: Oscar Piastri x Landoā€™s roommate!reader
warnings: uni au, fluff, bullying lowkey, use of y/n, a little objectifying, my first fic so pls donā€™t be rude
ā€§ā‚ŠĖš ā‹…* ā€§ā‚Š ā€§ā‚ŠĖš ā‹…* ā€§ā‚Š ā€§ā‚ŠĖš ā‹…* ā€§ā‚Š ā€§
Y/N just got off work, and she desperately needed a shower.
Wanting to become a physiotherapist, she worked part-time at a private secondary school alongside the athletic trainer to make some money while she studied at uni. She was helping one of the football athletes. Heā€™d sprained his ankle earlier in the season, and she was having him do a few exercises to rebuild his strength in that foot.
Long story short, three boys came in asking for her to tape up their knees. Before she could say anything, one of the boys ā€œtrippedā€ and spilled an entire can of Red Bull down the front of her. The nice football player offered his shirt to her, but she politely declined. Sheā€™d remained in the sticky clothes for the rest of the day. And as soon as she got home, she jumped in the shower.
Conveniently, her roommate, Lando Norris, forgot to tell her that he invited a bunch of his friends over. So a quarter of the way through her shower, the shared apartment became filled with boys.
ā€œWhat is taking her so long? I have to piss,ā€ Keegan complained. Lando just shrugged. ā€œOh!ā€ Carlos exclaimed, like a lightbulb just went off in his head. ā€œLetā€™s play a prank on her.ā€ He suggested. ā€œLike turn off the lights?ā€ Max Fewtrell asked. ā€œOr turn off her music.ā€ Ginge grumbled. The pop music was blasting, filling the apartment with the vocals of various pop girls.
ā€œI was thinking more like take her clothes,ā€ Carlos said, a mischievous tone about his voice. Lando laughed. ā€œJust say you want to see my roommate naked, mate.ā€
Oscar thought they should leave her be, but he wasnā€™t friends with everyone in the room. Only Lando. And he didnā€™t want to be labeled as a kill joy, so he stayed silent.
ā€œItā€™s not just me, I think everyone wants a piece of her.ā€ Carlos defended himself, glancing at the others in the room who hesitantly nodded alongā€”well, except for Oscar. ā€œYouā€™ve got your share already, havenā€™t you?ā€
Lando shook his head. ā€œNope, she sees me as a ā€˜friendā€™.ā€ He shared, unamused. The room winced at the fact heā€™d been friendzoned. Carlos got up from the couch, and headed down the hallway where the bathroom was located.
Y/N heard the door open and groaned. ā€œLando how many times do I have to tell you, you have to knock before coming in.ā€ You scolded, but instead of the usual sassy response youā€™d receive, it was silence. The door clicked closed, and you peaked your head out, not noticing anything different immediately.
Carlos emerged from the hallway. ā€œGot the clothes, and the towel.ā€ He held up the items proudly. The group of them cheered. Something inside Oscarā€™s stomach twisted. These arenā€™t the people he thought he befriended.
after around fifteen minutes, the shower water turned off, and her music followed quickly after. ā€œLando!ā€ She shouted but got no reply. So she stuck her head out of the door. ā€œLando! Give me my stuff back!ā€ She demanded. This time, she was met with laughter. She quickly realized it wasnā€™t just Lando in the apartment. Panic set in.
Her roommate seeing her without clothes on was one thing. She could live with that embarrassment. He accidentally walked in on her changing once before. But by the sounds of it, there were at least five other people out there. The status of their phonesā€”whether they would be recording or notā€”was completely unknown to her.
She shut the bathroom door, and began scheming. Her first thought was the shower curtains, but the rust had fused the clips of the cheap hangers together. She could use the hand towel, but that wouldnā€™t cover much. Toilet paper wasnā€™t an option, as there was so little left in the roll that it would help just about as much as the hand towel. She was left with pleading.
She stuck her head out the door again. ā€œLando, come on. Just give me a bath towel at least.ā€ All she heard was laughter. ā€œIā€™ll buy you take-away for a week.ā€ She tried to bargain. Again, only laughter. She huffed. Knowing most of Landoā€™s friends were pining after her, she tried to bargain with, ā€œIā€™ll kiss every one of youļæ¼ if you just give me a towel.ā€ There was no laughter immediately, as if they were actually considering it. It gave her a little bit of hope. But it shattered moments later as they began to laugh again.
Seeing as bargaining didnā€™t work, she was reduced to begging. ā€œLando, please.ā€ They only laughed harder, but their laughter was soon replaced with cries of disappointment. ā€œMate, donā€™t.ā€ ā€œCome one man donā€™t be a wet blanket.ā€ ā€œDude she was gonna have to come out eventually.ā€
Her saving grace appeared at the end of the hallway, her towel in his hands. While the hallway was dimly lit, the floppy hair on his head couldnā€™t be mistaken for anyone else. Oscar was always her favorite out of all Landoā€™s friends.
He stopped in front of her. The bathroom light illuminated his face enough for her to see his small smile. ā€œThank you so much.ā€ Her words came out with a sigh of gratitude. His smile widened as he nodded, his hair flopping along with his head.
She closed the door on him, and re-emerged seconds later with the towel wrapped about her. ā€œOscar,ā€ she called to the man who was stood at the end of the hall. He turned to her with a raised brow as she caught up with him. She took his arm, passing the group of booing boys on the way to her bedroom.
She brought Oscar into her room and locked the door behind them. ā€œOh, no. I didnā€™t do that to get anything in return.ā€ He quickly said, his eyes wide. He did not want her to feel like she was obligated to give him something.
ā€œTrust me, I know.ā€ She smiled. ā€œYouā€™ve always been my favorite out of all of Landoā€™s friends. Youā€™re the only polite one.ā€ She shared while digging through her dresser for new pajamas. Carlos was still holding her other ones hostage.
ā€œOh, uhm, thanks.ā€ He scratched the back of his neck. He was looking everywhere except at her. ā€œTurn around for me.ā€ She requested, and he quickly listened.
His cheeks went red when he heard her towel drop. He wanted to take a peak. Like the other boys, he did think you were very attractive. But unlike the other boys would have, he didnā€™t try to steal a glance at you. ā€œHas anyone ever told you that youā€™re very good looking?ā€ She asked.
ā€œMy grandma called me handsome once.ā€ He shared. Her laughter rang out, the angelic sound floating right to his ears and making his head feel a little lighter. ā€œFunny, good looking, and polite. Itā€™s a wonder you havenā€™t been locked down yet.ā€ She laughed again.
Oscar didnā€™t know what to say to that, so he just laughed awkwardly. ā€œIā€™m sorry, Iā€™m probably making this really weird. I just wanted to thank you.ā€ She apologized, her voice sincere. Oscar shook his head quickly. ā€œItā€™s not weird, and you donā€™t need to thank me.ā€ She heard in his voice how nervous he was, and smiled softly at him. ā€œYou can turn around now, by the way.ā€ He did, and bit back a laugh at the set of hot-pink pug pajamas sheā€™d put on. ā€œDonā€™t laugh. Theyā€™re all I have clean.ā€ She sighed.
ā€œā€˜M not laughing.ā€ He stated, though his voice was very clearly on the verge of breaking into hysterics. He couldnā€™t help it, and after a few seconds let out a little chuckle. ā€œYeah, alright. You can get back to your friends now. Sorry for keeping you.ā€
ā€œEh,ā€ Oscar stammered. ā€œIā€™m a bit afraid to go back out there, if Iā€™m honest.ā€ He confessed with a nervous glance toward the door. She shrugged. ā€œYou could stay here with me. I donā€™t mind. I was just going to watch a few episodes of Brooklyn 99 before going to sleep.ā€
He hesitated. ā€œIf you truly donā€™t mind.ā€ She shook her head and scooted over to make room for him in the bed next to her.
Morning arrived, and when Oscar stretched his limbs, he found himself unable to move a great part of the left side of his body. Glancing down to investigate the problem, he found y/n at itā€™s source. He realized he never left her room last night, and as a result, they fell asleep together.
Slowly, he sunk back into the mattress, doing his best to keep her from waking. She looks inexplicably tranquil beside him. A small smile graced her lips as her head laid on his chest. An arm of hers was draped across his torso, and she had a leg laying cross his, disabling his ability to move them freely. He didnā€™t mind, though. In fact, he found himself at peace.
Despite his attempt at not disturbing her, she began to stir. She blinked repeatedly, trying to wake herself up. She let out a sigh before lifting her eyelids. She looked up at Oscar through her lashes. ā€œOh,ā€ she muttered, lazily pulling herself away from him. ā€œSorry about that.ā€ She apologized. Oscar found her groggy voice somewhat endearing. ā€œI suppose you should get going, then.ā€ She stood, stretching her arms toward the sky.
Oscar nodded. ā€œOnly if you let me take you out tonight.ā€ He didnā€™t know where the confidence came from, and as soon as he got the words out, he began apologizing. ā€œIā€™m so sorry. Iā€™m not normally- I didnā€™t mean-ā€œ
ā€œYes, Iā€™ll go on a date with you.ā€ She interrupted his fumbling, smiling warmly at him. ā€œIā€™ll walk you out.ā€
On their way out, they passed Lando, who was toasting pop tarts. ā€œHave a fun night?ā€ He asked bitterly.
ā€œCalm down, we didnā€™t fuck.ā€ She rolled her eyes before adding, ā€œIf we did, you definitely wouldā€™ve heard.ā€
ā€œYeah, whatever.ā€ He waved her off. ā€œAll the guys arenā€™t too fond of you now.ā€ He told Oscar, who shrugged. ā€œTheyā€™re not the kind of blokes I care to be friends with, anyway.ā€ Y/n smiled up at him.
ā€œOh!ā€ She hummed, facing Lando. ā€œand youā€™re going to have to cook your own food tonight. Weā€™re going out.ā€
Lando rolled his eyes as the toaster popped from behind him.
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pomegranatesarchive Ā· 6 months ago
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personal assistant | lando norris
pairing: lando norris x assistant!reader
summary: the one where lando norris is dating his assistant.
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f1updates: y/n and lando have arrived for the media day at the british gp. y/n arrived about an hour earlier then lando. both arriving in style!
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user3: oh she looks so good
user4: IKRRRR THAT DRESS?? HOLY
user5: sometimes i forget y/n went to fashion school until she shows up in these AMAZING outfits and im like YUP! she knows what she's doing
user6: i see y/n dressed lando today...
user7: ofc she did! when lando shows up in something other then team gear then we have y/n to thank
user8: she did such a good job!! he looks so goodšŸ¤­
user9: why does y/n always arrive earlier šŸ˜• i want to see them walk in together
user10: she's said the thought of arriving late makes her extremely anxious so she rather just arrive earlier then everyone else šŸ˜­
user11: i get her. she is me. i am her. we are one.
user12: y/n dating someone who loves to sleep in while she's the complete opposite is so?? šŸ˜­
user13: yns so pretty
user14: i wish i was y/n. or lando. idk i just want to be famous
user15: does anyone know where he shoes are from??
user15: guys pls??
user15: A LOT OF YOU ARW LIKING THIS BUT NOT RESPONDING
user15: JUST TELL ME WHERE THE FUCKING SHOES ARE FROM
user15: I HATE YOU ALL
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ynandlandoupdates: y/n and lando taking photos with fans after practice today!
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user16: is she wearing landos jacketšŸ„¹
user17: yea!! there's a video going around of him giving it to her. it was truly adorable
user18: i was there! y/n was so nice and was handing out umbrellas, she was super shocked when people asked her for a photo šŸ˜­
user19: pls tell me someone gave her a bracelet or something???
user18: the guy next to me handed her a bracelet with landos name šŸ˜­she said she'll never take it off and got super flustered
user20: you guys don't understand how much i love y/n, like handing out umbrellas??? she's for the people!!
user21: people who hate on y/n must be sore losers because how are you going to hate on that beautiful AND KIND woman??
user22: lando with the backwards hat??
user23: what is it with f1 drivers and backwards hats?? max, lando, charles, carlos they always look SO GOOD
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landonorris: pre-race date!šŸ§”
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user24: race week dates are back!! šŸ¤­šŸ¤­
user25: ahhhh so cute
danielricciardo: cute ig.
landonorris: jealousy is a disease, get better soonšŸ˜
maxverstappen1: remind y/n that we agreed on playing mario cart at 11 pm tonight.
maxverstappen: please.
user26: lando and max this lando and y/n that. WHAT ABOUT Y/N AND MAX?? ARE YOU SEEING THIS ā˜ŗļøā˜ŗļø so cute
landonorris: she has been reminded!
maxverstappen1: thank you
user27: do you think max is sitting by his tv waiting for y/n to join?
user28: oh he totally is
user29: she looks so good??
user30: she literally belongs on vogue, holy
oscarpiastri: bring me back that fancy ice cream
landonorris: no!
yoursername: lando šŸ˜” wait by your room oscar we'll be there in a bit!
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yourusername: post race date!
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user31: lando was so disappointed until y/n came up to him, hope all you y/n haters who think she's not good for him see this and throw up
user32: y/n posting literally NOTHING except date night pictures is truly so cute and funny at the same time
user33: that dress šŸ˜
landonorris: beautiful girl šŸ„°šŸ„°
maxverstappen1: simp šŸ«µ
maxverstappen1: by the wayyy can y/n play mario cart tonight?
landonorris: yes she canšŸ™„
maxverstappen1: great! ill be waiting
user34: max going from hating to wanting to play with y/n is tooo funny
user35: yns whole aesthetic is so cute
user36: oh to be y/n going on a date night with lando norris after the british gp
user37: y/n and lando running away after the race to go on a date is the cutest thing
user38: SHES GETTING THAT DICK EVERYDAY SHES GETTING THE DICK EVERYDAY SHES GETTING THAT DICK EVERYDAY šŸ˜£šŸ˜£
user39: THAT SHOULD BE MEEE
user40: who do you guys think take these photos?@/maxverstappen1@/oscarpiastri @/ danielricciardo???? who is it šŸ¤Ø
danielricciardo: i refuse to third wheel.
maxverstappen1: they never like my photos šŸ˜•
oscarpiastri: ā€¦it's me šŸ„²
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notes: I'm so sorry if this sucked?? there's like no plot but i wanted to get a lando fic out so here's this!
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stoopidpigeonxx Ā· 1 month ago
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ā‹†Ėšļ½”ā‹†ą­Øāœ§ą­§Ėš š‘¶ š‘Ŗš’‚š’‘š’•š’‚š’Šš’, š’Žš’š š‘Ŗš’‚š’‘š’•š’‚š’Šš’. Ėšą­Øāœ§ą­§ā‹†ļ½”Ėšā‹† (PT. 2)
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OKOKOK I MADE THE PART TWO PLS STOP YELLING AT MEEEE
NSFW under the cut. MDNI.
Characters/fandoms: Captain Curly, Mouthwashing Content warnings: Smut, obvi, p in v whatt, curly being a SLOPPYYYYY eater, praise (from you and him), boobs, tits even, curly being š“Æš“»š“®š“Ŗš““š”‚, alot of dirty talking, etc. Our boy curlys a bit of perv.
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-Manners? What manners?
Curly is a, what do you kids call it... a munch? Yes. If he goes down on you, and he most likely will, he will be SLOPPY with it. I'm talking drooling all over your cunt, licking it from top to bottom, shaking his head side to side and pressing wet kisses to your clit. It's ironic, really, since he's so polite in and out of bed, but he doesn't really care about a mess if it means pleasuring you. What's a little mess? Sheets can be washed.
"Sorry *kiss* about the mess, sweetheart.. *kiss* can't *kiss* help myself."
-Beautiful tits. And rack. Love it.
When asked the question 'ass, tits or thighs,' he's gonna pick tits. He's a titty guy. Sure, your ass and thighs are nice too, and he gives them an equal amount of love, but nothing can beat the feeling of shoving his face into your boobs when he's thrusting in and out of you. It has something to do with hearing your heartbeat and how fast it is, but mostly he just likes suffocating between your twins. And if he's particularly stressed, he'll just set you on his desk and lift your shirt up and go to town. Sucking, squeezing, rubbing, all that. His favorite stress balls. And god forbid the day you get nipple piercings... He's mindlessly playing with the metal with his teeth, enjoying the feeling of the cold brass on his tongue. You'll have to wear bandaids. (which he'll apply, apologizing profusely.)
-Praise me for sin.
Call this man a good boy and he's whining and shaking. It goes both ways with him. He loves getting praised, and he loves praising. A few of his favorites.. "You're doing such a good job." "Look at you, taking everything like a champ." "God, you're gorgeous." "Good girl." "You're so pretty, baby.." "Atta-fuckin-girl." He knows you fold every time for that kind of talk, so he makes sure to say at least one while you're getting naughty. On the other hand, some of his favorites to hear.. "That's a good boy." "Thank you." (Manners.) "I love you so much." "You're too good." "Fuck, that's good." Hearing how good of a job he's doing is only fuel for him to keep going, and gets him hard as a rock. So, use that mouth. (Unless its occupied, wink wink.)
-He babbles when he comes.
When he's right on that edge, he goes a bit dumb. You feel so warm and good, and he's so fucking close, and his brain just loses all ability to form coherent thoughts. So he just mumbles whatever comes out of his mouth in that adorable whiny subby voice. (You know the one.) "Fuuuuck too good too good too good.. baby.. g'na make me come, coming, coming." Or just a chorus of 'yes' over and over. Its really cute because he tries to be quiet with it, but his brain is so broken that he can't control his volume too well. He has to shove his face into your shoulder or a pillow to muffle himself so the crew doesn't overhear.
-Can't stop, won't stop.
Will not give up until you come, no matter how sore his cock is or how cramped his legs are. He wants you to come as many times as possible before the night is over, and he's willing to overwork himself to achieve that. You've told him its okay, but he doesn't really care. Feeling you clench around him and ride out your orgasm is the best thing he's ever felt, so he's gonna have you coming at least 3 times each session. Unless, of course, you're begging him to stop since its too much. He'd never want to hurt you. He'd pull out and lay with you for a while and let your body calm down before starting up again. "Take it easy, angel. I'm right here. It's okay, you're doing so well." (Why does his dirty talk sound like him coaching you through birth?? šŸ˜­)
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lateatnewyork Ā· 5 months ago
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GEN Z ON THE TRACK! 001
pairing: f1 grid x antonelli!reader, ollie bearman x reader
summary: the newest addition to the f1 track... is gen z through and through
extra information: kimi antonelli is your younger brother, you're reserve for mercedes, george broke his arm so you're stepping in. you and ollie have rivalry. (you can imagine u raced for any f2 team)
fc: no one
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liked by kimiantonelli, georgerussell and 503,298 others guess whos on the track for the rest of the season šŸ„³ view comments
lilyzneimer my favourite driver! āž„ ynantonelli my favourite mclaren person! āž„ oscarpiastri excuse me?? āž„ landonorris i thought we had something yn šŸ˜ž kimiantonelli thank god shes gone from here āž„ ynantonelli šŸ™„ paularon cant wait for the peace olliebearman (we're cheering cos youre gone) āž„ ynantonelli fuck you too this comment is deleted āž„ ynmywife NOT THE PR TEAM COMING FOR YNS ASS mercedesamg so excited! lewishamilton šŸ˜Ž āž„ ynantonelli cant wait to over take you! logansargeant pls spare me āž„ ynantonelli no one is safe ā¤ļø yukitsunoda yipee āž„ ynantonelli yipee! charlesleclerc dont run me over āž„ ynantonelli no promises you fraternize with dogs āž„ olliebearman YN IM NOT A DOG āž„ ynantonelli your words not mine āž„ ynantonelli i was talking about leo alexalbon YAYY āž„ alexalbon this is lily i lost my phone āž„ ynantonelli LILY! āž„ ynantonelli leave alex. āž„ alexalbon yn its me again wtf?
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liked by ynantonelli, mercedesamg and 349,284 others YN Antonelli retires from the rest of the F2 season to race for Mercedes-Amg in Formula 1. Antonelli is stepping in for George Russell who broke his arm for reasons we still do not know. We wish YN the best of luck in Formula 1. view comments
ynloml wishing luck to the drivers instead āž„ ynmywife FR user09 who was she on top of in the first picture? āž„ user59 nah man yn was holding kimi up āž„ user42 yeah shes crazy strong
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liked by f1updates, f1gossip and 492,481 others yn antonelli seen with a man before her home race in Italy. view comments
kimiantonelli ok what āž„ user09 even kimi didnt know šŸ˜­ ynloml NOOOOOOOOOOOOO ynsno1fan this feels like an invasion of privacy
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liked by paularon, kushmaini and 144,537 others she took these if u care view comments
ynantonelli no one cares āž„ olliebearman no one asked ynantonelli ew āž„ olliebearman says u ynantonelli jumpscare āž„ olliebearman dont u have a boyfriend āž„ ynantonelli cant believe u have a girlfriend charlesleclerc i have a daughter in law?? āž„ oscarpiastri i have a sister in law?? alexanderasaintmleux tell her to come over āž„ kimiantonelli YOU KNOW WHO THIS IS āž„ landonorris pls tell us paularon cutie āž„ ynantonelli oh! āž„ paularon so its ok when u do it to ur friends but not when i do it āž„ ynantonelli yeah? āž„ paularon flipping sexism user09 YN AND OLLIE GONE?! āž„ user48 my ship broke and sank like the titanic āž„ ollieyn what if theyre dating each other āž„ danielricciardo nice try they hate each other āž„ user59 DANIEL?????
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liked by lilymhe, mercedesamg and 239,482 others live from the Imola GP, YN Antonelli's radio comments are disabled
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liked by maxverstappen, charlesleclerc and 693, 529 others lando we can be world champion i said view comments
maxverstappen can u delete the middle picture pls and thank you āž„ ynantonelli nope ā¤ļø charlesleclerc the caption šŸ˜• āž„ ynantonelli i told u no ones safe kimiantonelli im telling mama u drank champagne āž„ ynantonelli im telling her about you then āž„ ynantonelli and your actually underage olliebearman congratulations i guess āž„ ynantonelli thanks i guess āž„ oscarpiastri wtf just happened āž„ paularon ^ āž„ kushmaini ^ āž„ arthurleclerc ^ āž„ kimiantonelli ^ āž„ landonorris you guys are gonna ruin their one civil moment lewishamilton good job šŸ˜Ž āž„ ynantonelli thanks lewis ! maxverstappen cannot believe u beat me āž„ ynantonelli girl are just better ! āž„ landonorris real! āž„ maxverstappen lando you're not a girl alexanderasaintmleux YAY āž„ ynantonelli ILY kellypiquet so proud of u bby āž„ ynantonelli šŸ„¹šŸ«¶ lilymhe cant believe how far you've come ! āž„ ynantonelli STOP ILYSM
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liked by olliebearman, lilyzneimer and 739,481 others when the plans make it out of the grid (i didnt invite ollie) tagged: kimiantonelli, lilymhe & alexalbon, arthurleclerc, logansargeant, totowolff, lewishamilton, olliebearman, oscarpiastri & lilyzneimer, paularon view comments
user09 i wonder what a grid hangout looks like āž„ ynantonelli it has: kimi almost falling off the boat, alex almost falling off the cart, arthur getting pushed into the sea, logan thinking he got stung by a jellyfish, lewis teaching toto how to ride a bike, ollie being scared of horses, oscar and lily being in their own world, and paul being too busy taking photos to order his food paularon bro posted the worst photo of me āž„ ynantonelli news flash: you look like that all the time lilyzneimer YOU'RE SO GOOD AT TAKING PHOTOS āž„ ynantonelli ur so photogenic its super easy šŸ˜ ynantonelli guys charlesleclerc and alexanderasaintmleux came too āž„ ynantonelli they just had to leave early cos leo didn't like paul āž„ paularon pretty sure he didnt like ollie āž„ olliebearman nah bro pets love me especially cats its prolly kimi lilymhe STOP SO THATS WHY U LEFT EARLY āž„ ynantonelli idk what ur on abt kimiantonelli cant believe both u n ollie left early to go to ur bf/gf āž„ kimiantonelli wait kimiantonelli YN ANSWER MY CALLS āž„ ynantonelli no ā¤ļø
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liked by olliebearman, susiewolff and 591,284 others YN Antonelli wins Singapore GP ahead one lap of everyone else. She kept the lead since lap 7 of a 62 lap race. After her win, she jumped out of her car and jumped into F2 driver Oliver Bearman's arms. The two were believed to have shared a rivalry on the track during YN's F2 days, but perhaps that rivalry was all fake. view comments
kimiantonelli nah bro she dead user09 THATS ACTUALLY CRAZY user82 i need time to process this ynmywife so the rivalry wasnt real šŸ˜­ paularon ok what ollieyn YES user54 the one race kimi's not in the garage šŸ˜­ totowolff what āž„ user58 bro calling the pr team asap landonorris what did i tell you user28 I TOLD YOU ALL
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user58 ok but she looks so happy āž„ user32 fr user11 the way ollie twists her to hide her from the cameras user41 height difference i need šŸ˜£ user53 theyre so hot user92 wait so whos the wag āž„ user42 deffo ollie user43 kimi prolly fuming āž„ user98 what is he gonna do hes like 5'6 šŸ˜­ user48 they havent said anything yet the interviews are in a bit
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liked by ynantonelli, alexanderasaintmleux and 492,583 others lovergirl ā¤ļø view comments
kimiantonelli im gonna run u off the track āž„ premaracing no u wont paularon kimi's gonna kill you user09 THE FIRST PICTURE IM FOLDING oscarpiastri who taught u how to take such good pictures āž„ olliebearman yn šŸ˜­ charlesleclerc MY DAUGHTER IN LAW āž„ alexanderasaintmleux nuh uh shes my daughter only alexalbon crazy u didnt even tell me logansargeant this is a wild revelation kushmaini im scared for u dude premaracing our favourite driver and wag āž„ olliebearman ynantonelli they called u a wag u gonna take that āž„ ynantonelli pretty sure they called u a wag āž„ premaracing ^ lilymhe YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTEEE lilyzneimer oscarpiastri learn how to take pictures like that pls āž„ oscarpiastri ok šŸ˜ž ynantonelli ollie baby u were meant to turn the comments off šŸ˜­ āž„ olliebearman oops ynantonelli i love you āž„ olliebearman i love you too
a/n OSCAR WON YIPEEE i lowkey feel bad for oscar tho like the way lando ignore him on the podium, mclarens lowkey messed up for this
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fuxuannie Ā· 6 months ago
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Hey girl, I LOVED YOUR HEADCANONS. Specifically abt Ken x Reader. If you can write about headcanons abt maybe when he's jealous? You covered literally almost everything in your headcanons, so I have nothing to request except this šŸ˜­
ā„ļ¹’kenji sato x gender neutral reader
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āœ¦. synopsis ā€” part 2 of the kenji sato headcanons because i am totally normal <3
āœ¦. love mail ā€” i swear i promise ill post hsr guys šŸ˜ž just let me have my moment w sato i beg. iā€™ve decided to just do this req + add some more hehe. thank you sm requester for enabling my brain rot! (pls more ppl do so)
āœ¦. tags ā€” NO SPOILERS, fluff, dadgirl kenji, non-intimate/sexual kissing, kenji sato x reader, i wrote this w my brain off again ( Ā“Ķˆ į—Ø `Ķˆ ;; pls
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Jealousy was not fun for the Kenji Sato. Before Emi came along and changed him, I can see him being the type to get jealous easily. Why would you need to talk to other people anyway? You had him, he was the best. Heā€™d make it real obvious too, suddenly wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close, or the following days he has you wear his iconic jacket while youā€™re out with him so everyone knows exactly who and what you two are. If it gets to the better of him, heā€™ll get all pouty about it. He wants all your attention, your eyes all over him and him only. Maybe even hands but thatā€™s a different thing. But I think after Emiā€™s influence, itā€™s less possessive and heā€™s grown to trust you with others instead of letting his feelings get in the way. Of course heā€™s not immune to jealousy, but you notice it a lot less. Itā€™s less suffocating for you and youā€™re grateful heā€™s grown. You did love the pouty face heā€™d make though, it was cute.
Now if you were jealous, which is really no surprise.. Kenji had thousands of admirers, he had gifts on his doorstep like every other day. Heā€™ll do everything to prove and reassure you that youā€™re the only one who has his heart. Heā€™ll post you on his social media, take you out on dates, all those things to wash your worries away. Lastly, heā€™ll hold you in his arms at night and whisper everything he loves about you. Everything you were silently insecure about, he loved. Every date you thought he forgot, he remembered. And to meet a guy like that? How lucky can you be? (He tells you heā€™s luckier of course. <3)
I think heā€™s a messy kisser for the most part šŸ§. (Forgive me in advance for this part. I am not very good at these things.) When he can take his time, heā€™s slow and gentle. Genuinely just trying to show you that yeah, he loves you, so damn much. And heā€™s going to show that through his passion by taking things slow so you can really feel his devotion. Other times, because heā€™s always in a rush, heā€™ll do a messy but clearly desperate kiss. He doesnā€™t like leaving without one, and you can describe him kissing you like itā€™s his last, (because itā€™s really not a far-fetched guess considering his line of work) his hand behind your head and pressing your lips against his in an almost ravenous manner. He does give you a very quick kiss on the forehead and runs off after finishing, leaving you a little dazed.
He LOVES to take you out on night rides. If ever you get a little nervous/have a fear of motorcycles, heā€™ll talk you all the way through via the cardo he put into your helmet. Heā€™ll take you to some nice cafes or restaurants around Tokyo, other timeā€™s heā€™ll bring you to some favourite childhood spot of his. When you arrive, heā€™ll tell you about his mother and the memories heā€™s made in this very special spot. It warms your heart to see his expression be so fond when he talks about his childhood ā€“ he truly misses it.
Before you knew of Kenjiā€™s identity, I think it would be funny if you hated Ultraman. You just LOATHED the guy, Kenji asked your thoughts on Ultraman on the first date and you went on a rant about how he threw your car at a Kaiju only to miss. (He felt so embarrassed). It would be funnier if afterwards, he began to actually do his job as Ultraman properly.. and avoided cars on your street and avenue. He wanted to make sure you didnā€™t utterly hate Ultraman before revealing that he was him.
It would be cute if you and him knew each other like, much earlier. And you called him Ken. And then he made that his alias while he was becoming an All-Star baseball player. :) Heā€™ll brag about it all the time in interviews too, that youā€™re the reason he uses it. <3
Heā€™s the typa guy to have a picture of you in his room, behind his phone case, in his wallet, in his car and literally anywhere he can get his hands on. He bought a polaroid camera just to take pictures of you, he could care less about the price of film or the camera itself.. he just wanted to have as many pictures of you as possible. Heā€™ll brag about it to his baseball teammates too, considering he also keeps one in his pockets for good luck. :)
You're his goodluck charm. <3
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birdyshewrote Ā· 1 month ago
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ā€œBirthday Girlā€
Wolverine x Female!Reader
written by birdy
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Wade Wilson throws you a rink-a-dink birthday party every year, and this year is no exception. But this time, you have a new guest.. and heā€™s been watching you for a while.
Notes- hi. ive never written a fic before EVER, so pls be nice. this is mainly for me to be able to get my thoughts out of my head because Iā€™ve been thinking about this man for way too long. happy birthday bitches šŸ«¶
WARNINGS/TAGS: smut- 18+ Logan Howlett x Female!Reader, Logan calls reader ā€œKidā€, light smoking and alcohol consumption, Wade being a menace
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You had caught glances of him a few times in the hall. The scent of smoke, leather and alcohol that belonged to only him drifted in the air behind him for a few seconds even after he had walked into the apartment room across from yours. There had been a few times where you stepped into the elevator and musky cigar smoke had filled the small space. You didnā€™t complain though, secretly savoring the intoxicating smell, taking more, quicker breaths than you needed too. You couldnā€™t deny the knot it put in your stomach and the weakness it put in your legs before stepping out of the elevator, down the hall and into your own room.
Eventually, you were tired of the mystery. Two weeks into the seemingly one sided tension, you trapped your long time friend and even longer time across-the-hall neighbor, Wade Wilson, into the elevator with you. Ever since the stranger had moved in with Wade, he had stopped inviting you over. Your birthday was coming up, and so was your annual not-so-surprised birthday party. Once the elevator doors closed, you started,
ā€œHey, whoā€™s your new roomie?ā€
Wade scoffed, putting a hand across his heart on his chest, the other gripping a full black trash bag that smelt of blood and for some reason bubblegum scented air fresheners. ā€œTHATS how I am greeted nowadays? No, ā€˜Hello Wadeā€™, ā€˜Looking good Wadeā€™, ā€˜Hereā€™s that five bucks I owe you Wade,ā€™
You roll your eyes, putting a hand on your hip stepping away from him. ā€œOkay, first of all, I do not owe you five bucks. You OFFERED to pay for the funeral arrangements after you killed my fish-ā€œ
ā€œHe looked hungry, who knew fish could be over fed?ā€ He interrupted.
ā€œI told you before I left!ā€ You argue back. ā€œI was only gone two days and you-ā€œ You rub your forehead and shake your head, frustrated. ā€œWhatever. Not relevant. Hello Wade, you do look good.ā€ You say, defeated.
Wade giggly adjusted his weight to his heels, to his tippy-toes, then back to his heels again ā€œThank you.ā€ He said, satisfied, and turned back to the doors.
ā€œYou didnā€™t answer my question. Your roommate? Who is he?ā€ You ask again as the elevator dings and the doors creakily open.
He raised an eyebrow, looking at you sideways as the two of you walked down the small lobby. ā€œUhm, news flash doll face, Blind Al is not new. Sheā€™s an OG. Been here a while, silly.ā€
ā€œNot Al.ā€ Talking to Wade was like trying to a horse with dementia. ā€œYou know, ā€˜Mr Tall and Handsome,ā€™ always sulking, ā€˜I donā€™t care about no smoking rules.ā€
Wade throws his head back, ā€œOoohhhh, you mean Peanut. What about him?ā€
ā€œNo introduction?ā€ You ask confused, watching Wade as he carried his trash down the hall, holding the entrance door open for you.
ā€œWell, I donā€™t know. I guess Iuhā€¦ I forgot.ā€ He stuttered as he led you down the wet alleyway, towards the dumpsters.
ā€œLast month you called me into your room to show me your new toothbrush. You have a new roommate and you just, ā€˜forgetā€™ to introduce us?ā€
Wade shrugs, shifting the thin, plastic bag straps in his hand uncomfortably as he walked.
The truth was, Wade did not forget. The truth was, in fact, that one of the first things Wade had done was mention your existence to Logan before he was even fully settled in the apartment.
ā€œI think you two would hit it off, hardcore. And I mean, HARD.ā€ Wade had said.
ā€œAbsolutely not.ā€ Logan grumbled, immediately shutting him down, not even looking up from the blow-up mattress he was unrolling in the living room.
Wade sat on the couch arm rest, looking down at the burly man. ā€œCome on Wolvie, let a girl heal your cold, withered heart. Youā€™re a tough, ā€˜donā€™t get too closeā€™ typa guy, sheā€™s an ā€˜I can fix himā€™ type of girl, I personally think itā€™s a perfect match.ā€
ā€œShut the fuck up. Iā€™m telling you to drop it.ā€ He snapped, glaring up at Wade. ā€œI donā€™t need you playing Cupid here, you hear me? I swear to God, if I hear you that youā€™ve even said my name to anyone Iā€™ll get the fuck out of here and never look back. I donā€™t need to be getting mixed up in any of that shit right now.ā€
Maybe years ago Logan would have been a flirt, he wasnā€™t new to women or relationships, but he had been through too much. He had lost too much. Heā€™d never admit it, but the truth was, the infamous Wolverine was scared. Scared of intimacy, scared of getting attached, scared of loss, scared of you. Still, this didnā€™t change the fact that he had been secretly watching you leave your apartment through the safety of the peephole of his own door. And yeah, maybe if you werenā€™t so loud coming out of your apartment he wouldnā€™t know your schedule within a week. Like what time you wake up to leave for work or school, or what time you come home. What days you take your trash out or do your laundry. And when he found one of your sweaters lying around the apartment when he first moved in, what should he have done with it? He was holding onto it for safe keeping. And yeah, he knew it was yours, but only because your sugary perfume clouded his nostrils and made his head feel fuzzy. It was so recognizable, he knew immediately the sweater was yours. Maybe if you wouldnā€™t drown yourself in the body mist he wouldnā€™t instinctively know when you were just in the hall, he told himself. It wasnā€™t his fault he had animalistic smelling.
He couldnā€™t, however, find an excuse for how heā€™d hesitate in front of his door, watching for the elevator to stop at your shared floor, wait for the doors to open and inhale the scent of your panties from down the hall once you saw him, then heā€™d unlock his door and rush in quickly. Sometimes if he was unlucky heā€™d steal a glance of your full body out of the corner of his eye.
None of this meant anything though. He could contain the animalistic urges he had towards you. Especially when he caught a glimpse of your thigh when you knelt to pick up a dropped grocery. He could handle himself when he heard your thick, sweet laugh through walls when watching a show or movie. But at the same time, what harm would it cause if he touched himself while inhaling the scent of your hair, sweat and perfume through your abandoned sweater late at night? And keeping it locked away in a locked dresser wasnā€™t creepy, it was just there until you asked Wade to look around for it.
He could handle himself from a distance. He knew this. He knew his limits.
He had been woken up from the couch after a long afternoon of drinking and despair by a loud ā€œSURPRISE!ā€ followed by laughter and clapping. He did not know there was a party going on, let alone a party for you. He was completely blindsided when you were standing within ten feet of him, in his living area, talking to Al and Wade and the others, laughing that sweet laugh
Shit..
Where could he escape? The front door was no longer an option, everyone was clustered in front. Maybe he could make a run for it through the bedroom and out the window? Or maybe take his chances down the escape ladder through the-
ā€œSleeping beauty has awaken!ā€
Shit.
Before you could blink, Wade was pulling you through the small cluster of friends to the couch, where a very confused, very hung over, very huge piece of man stood like a deer in headlights. This was your first time seeing him up close, and shit was he alluring. His hair was untamed and messy from his interrupted sleep, his thick brows furrowed. Frown lines prominent as his large muscles twitched under his shirt-
ā€œHey, his eyes are up there you horn dog.ā€ Wade publicly snapped you back into reality. Immediately flustered, you began trying to save the situation that was doomed from the start.
ā€œI wasnā€™t looking at- I wasnā€™t even doing anything, Wade!ā€
ā€œItā€™s okay, I know you werenā€™t. Heā€™s just a moron.ā€ He put an understanding hand up as he spoke. Fuck his voice was so deep and low, almost a growl. It felt rich and threw shivers straight to the back of your throat and straight into the dark jeans you wore. You swallowed. Hard.
After an awkward greeting, Wade had basically pushed a drink into both of your hands and left you to fend for yourself. Logan took a seat on the couch, the worn furniture dipping under his weight. He was clearly uncomfortable. He kept his eyes low, rarely meeting yours. He threw his arm over the head of the couch, spreading his knees. He pulled out a cigar and gestured to it. You couldnā€™t tell if he was offering you one or asking if youā€™d mind if he smoked, you shook your head no to both. You politely sat next to him, pulling your legs under yourself next to him.
Unfortunately, this man was not the easiest to speak to.
ā€œSo, Logan. Youā€™re new.ā€ You fidget with the cup in your hands.
He lets out a low ā€œMhmā€ while taking a puff, then lets smoke pool out of his mouth and drizzle out of his nose, before speaking again. ā€œYeah. Donā€™t really know how I ended up here. Just, kind of did.ā€
You nod, looking around the room. 2016-2018 pop hits played on the pink Hello-Kitty speaker Wade had bought for himself, now sitting on the kitchen table next to the drinks. Various characters lounged around the apartment chatting and eating pizza and drinking.
ā€œSeen you around, yā€™know.ā€
You turn to face him again.
ā€œOh?ā€ You ask, sipping your drink.
He nods in return. ā€œIf you need help bringing groceries up to your room or somethinā€™, you can just let me know. Heard you drop a few things before.ā€ His top lip twitches just the slightest in what you assume is his version of a smile. He puts the cigar back into his mouth and chews.
You furrow your brows at the sarcastic banter. ā€œOh yeah? Didnā€™t know I had a stalker.ā€ You bite back, smiling while doing so.
ā€œNot stalking you, kid. Just minding my own business and getting interrupted every two seconds by my noisy neighbor.ā€
After this, the two of you spoke more fluid. Relating in Wadeā€™s schemes and circumstances became a common interest. You felt yourself becoming more and more comfortable with the manā€™s presence. After your second drink, your leg rested against the rough denim of his thick thigh. He said nothing about it, so you continued to speak to him. You were unaware of what he was thinking or feeling.
He was freaking the fuck out. Especially when you asked him to go outside with him to get some air. He agreed, and the two of you slipped out of your own party. The night was dark as you walked through the city-lit pathway to the side of the building. Logan watches you and takes another puff of his cigar as you stretch in the open air. You sigh, relieved to be out of the stuffy room.
You could feel his eyes on you. The heat and heaviness of his lingering eyesight, watching your every move as if you were his prey. It made you nervous. It made you intrigued. You wanted to be in his sight, and he wanted to keep watching you.
ā€œYou shouldnā€™t smoke so much, shitā€™s awful for you you know.ā€ You say, leaning on the brick building next to the tall, muscular figure.
He gives you a slow, sharp smirk in return, his canines showing through resting on the cigar.
Your heart begins to thump and he looks deep into your eyes, like he sees through you.
You let out a shaky exhale as your smile fades and take a step closer to him. He takes the cigar out of his mouth and looks down at you, shaking his head.
ā€œYou donā€™t want this, kid.ā€
You pause, trying to read his face in the dim lighting. ā€œI do, and I think you do too.ā€ You speak low and soft, like if youā€™re too sudden with your movements heā€™ll get startled and dash away. You slowly raise a hand and rest it on his hard, warm chest. You feel it rise and lower, heā€™s heaving now.
You bring your face up, closer to his. He doesnā€™t move, so you whisper into his own lips, ā€œLogan, itā€™s okay.ā€
The light encouragement is what he needed. He looks down at your parted lips, pushes the lit cigar into the brick wall next to you, putting it out and dropping it, before muttering back,
ā€œWell, you are the birthday girl.ā€
He leans down to give you what youā€™ve been asking him for, and what heā€™s been yearning for. He kisses you, slow and respectful at first, stepping in front of you. He puts his large, rough hand in between your head and the jagged building, protecting you as he pushes you against the wall. You bring a soft hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down farther into your space. He tastes like alcohol and smoke, and you couldnā€™t get enough. The kiss gets sloppier as you welcome his tongue into your mouth. You look at his face through squinted eyes, only to see his brows furrowed in deep concentration and self-discipline as to not overstep. You shut your eyes again as you grab his other hand, dragging it to your waist. He lets out a soft, low groan in response to the contact of your skin. Your waist feels so soft and warm is his heavy grip. He softly paws at your side, then up your loose shirt. He pauses underneath your bra, and you arch your back in response.
He breaks away, a trail of saliva connecting the two of you momentarily before breaking. ā€œThis okay? Youā€™re sure? I can touch you like this?ā€ Heā€™s almost pleading, even with all of the consent in your body. He looks down at you, eyes half lidded.
ā€œYes, Logan. Stop asking me.ā€
He nods, smiling slightly, and slowly shifts his long, thick fingers underneath the garment, and towards your chest. He brings his mouth to yours again, greedily taking and lapping at your mouth. The scent of your arousal intoxicates to him. You clench your legs together, to which Logan uses his thick, sturdy knee to break you open and apart. You feel exposed to him now, resting on his knee. The rough denim rubbing sends jolts to your throbbing core. The kissing is wet, his stubble rubs against your lips as he gently bites your tongue with his canines. His hand gently gropes your breast, while pushing his knee against your dampening soft area. He brings his calloused hand down back to your waist, slowly guiding your hips to rock against his knee. He uses his other hand against your head to gently grip your hair and push your head closer against his mouth.
Logan didnā€™t get you a birthday present, but he was definitely making up for it.
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