#washed my hair yesterday and i feel like a new woman

[fairytwles]

you mean i’m gonna have to wash my hair??? every week???? for the rest of time??? my hair is gonna get greasy???? every week???? for the rest of time????

[kissitbttr]

miguel putting up with his girl’s princess attitude

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“miguel!” you call out from the bathroom as your fingers delicately fix the straps of your bodycon dress. “can you come here for a minute?”

miguel sighs, this is the third time you keep calling him knowing how busy he is at the moment. work has gotten the best of him, and if reinventing new techs back to back isn’t enough to drain him, he has to keep up with your needs daily.

does he has the courage to say no to you, though? nope. as much as he hates to admit it because it’s embarrassing, he’s scared of you. if the spider society think that Miguel is too frightening then they have not seen you get mad or being a brat.

“coming, baby!” he walks out of his office while taking off his glasses, rolling the sleeves of his henley shirt to his elbows.

the bathroom door is left wide open, immediately seeing you standing before the mirror in a long and tight fitting grey dress that falls just around your ankles. and just like that, his annoyance completely washed off,

he takes a good look at you. eyes slowly observing every single detail of your face and down to your body. the way that dress hugs your curves and accentuate your best assets should be a crime,

God, you’re such a perfection.

“shut your mouth before you catch flies, babe” you jokingly say as your fiancee stares at you with his jaw slightly agape. “mind helping me?”

Miguel clears his throat after, slightly smirking as he shrug his shoulders. he leans against the door way with his arms crossed, eyes never leaving yours.

“you look absolutely divine, mi amor.” he comments, taking his lower lip between his teeth. “is that new?” he points at the dress,

rolling your eyes playfully, you try to keep your composure still. even after three years of dating—now engaged— he still manages to make your heart skips and create butterflies in the pit of your stomach,

“I know” you reply in confidence, winking at him which he chuckles in return. “and yes it is! it’s SKIMS! got it yesterday, does it look good on me?”

he frowns, tilting his head to the side. “baby, you already know the answer to that come on now… you make anything look sexy.” he strides closer to you as he stands from behind you, “now, què necesitas?” he questions, resting his hands on his hips

you find it attractive how he towers over you, and it’s one thing that you love about him. it’s not that you’re petite or anything. but compared to how tall and big he is, you’re definitely tiny.

“straighten my hair for me please? I can’t reach it” you pout at him through the mirror, “just this part right here” fingers move to the back to touch part of your hair,

“ay dios mio, woman… you’re lucky i love you” he teases before grabbing the iron from the sink. “going out with the girls, mami? i assume lunch?” he asks as he starts parting your hair with one hand,

your head shakes, straightening the dress. “no, I’m doing cake testing today and wedding dresses … Darla is bringing three more flavors.”

he stops what he’s doing, giving you a confused look. “alone? cariño why didn’t you tell me? you know I’d come with you” he feels a bit disappointed and now guilty that he’s busying himself with work and instead you’re left dealing with your wedding, alone.

his hand rests on your shoulder and you move yours on top of him. “hey, it’s okay, Miggy… you’ve been so stressed lately i do not want to put more pressure… it was last minute anyway, she texted me this morning.”

“you’re my girl, i would never be too busy for you.” he says almost too fast,

giving him a sincere smile, you nod your head. “yes… i know, baby. trust me it’s okay…plus it’s bad luck for the groom to see his bride in a wedding dress” you giggle a bit. “we can go over the seating arrangements again together, yeah? i promise” you plant a soft kiss on his finger,

Miguel exhales a sigh, still feeling tiny bit upset that he won’t be there to keep you company. “okay, fine… tell Darla that keep vegan options open for the cakes.”

“noted, honey.” you tell him as he continues to straighten your hair, “is everything okay with work?”

he nods, eyes too fixated on your long hair, not wanting to mess up a single strand. “just running over a few reports and fixing few minor defects on the techs and my suit…the last guy did quite a number on me.”

“hmm i love it when you speak science to me” you comment, watching him laugh a bit at your flirty remark. “but you still need to be careful. i do not want to see my future husband all bruised up when i walk down that aisle or else I’ll leave your ass.” your tone comes off demanding and firm, but it’s only because you care.

“yes ma’am” he replies, setting down the hot object down on the sink before slowly running his fingers through your hair. “there you go, baby” he moves your hair to the front, kissing your cheek and seeing you smile just makes him happy. knowing he’s done a great job.

turning around to face him, you stand on your toes to kiss his lips. “thank you, miggy… I’ll see you later, okay? we can go grab dinner outside and then movie night at 9?”

his heart warms at that and lips stretches into a large grin. “sounds like a plan.” then he lightly slaps your ass as you walk out of the door,

“let me know if there’s going to be bunch of assholes staring at you today, I’ll hunt them down and fucking kill them on the spot.” he mentions as if it’s nothing

and they say romance is dead.

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cake testing with miggy!

[silken-moonlight]

1000 Special: Vamp!Emporer and his new concubine

A/N: It's official, to celebrate my 1,000 followers, this will become a mini-series!

The sun rose in the morning sky, its light slipping through the heavy curtains of the emperor's bedroom. A ray of morning sun kissed the exposed skin of your back, warming it gently. You found yourself in the arms of the emperor, your head on his chest and your legs entangled with his. His skin was cool beneath yours, and you enjoyed the feeling of it. You wanted to place kisses on his cool skin, but you didn't dare to move, lest you destroy this moment. So you stayed like this, letting out a sigh and relaxing back into his touch.

A chuckle left his lips as he looked down at you. You looked up at him, meeting his deep red eyes. His gaze was almost gentle. "Good morning, little love," he purred, his eyes traveling down your body as he smiled, admiring the bites he'd left on your neck and shoulders. "Good morning, Your Majesty," you replied, your voice still carrying a hint of hoarseness. Something flickered in his eyes when you said that. He sat up, releasing you. The sun illuminated his dark hair, dancing over his face as he closed his eyes for a moment.

“I will go now to get dressed and ready for the day,” he informed you as he got up. “I will leave as soon as you wish.” You immediately answered, sitting up. Already you could feel your sore legs and sensitive private parts. The bite marks began to itch and heal as well. He tutted at your answer. “Have you learned nothing from yesterday?” You blushed and kept silent. He chuckled. You saw him reach out to you, but he stopped himself and got out of bed instead. “I will send someone to take care of you today,” he continued, putting on a dressing gown to leave the room. “I will not return until late this evening,” were his next words to you, not that you really knew what you were supposed to do with that information.

“You will wait for me when I return.” His voice was dark and stern, the same voice that chose you the day you had been added to the harem. The door slammed shut behind him, and you lay back, thinking about last night with a blush on your face. Suddenly, the door opened, and two servants entered. You sat up, clutching the blanket.

“We're here to take care of you.” One said, the woman of the two said. “We will bring something you can wear for now and bring you breakfast.” The man informed her. “Then we will go to the bathhouse.” The woman added. You simply nodded, just going along with it. In a matter of minutes they brought you a beautiful dressing gown to put over your naked form, Bringing you a lush breakfast to enjoy in bed. You thanked them, eating it up since you realized how hungry and thirsty you were. Your breakfast consisted of fruits, sweet bread, and various kinds of jams. You were surprised to taste how much better the things tasted than what you usually ate.

When you were finished, they brought you to the bathhouse. They stripped you and ordered you to sit down in a bathtub. The woman began to wash your hair and massage your scalp while the man began to do a manicure on your hands. They took their time. Masks were put in your hair and on your face. Your skin was dry-brushed, peeled, and washed with different sponges. You offered to help, but they stopped you, telling you that you were supposed to enjoy it and not do it yourself. When the water lost its heat, they helped you out, drying you with the softest towels and putting almond oil on your skin. They put rose oil behind your ears, oil on your nails and fingers, and lip balm on your lips, tinting it with the color of pressed rose petals. You had never felt this clean and pampered.

It didn't stop there, you were brought back to the emperor's bedroom. There you ate a wonderful small lunch. Only the finest Red meat and well cooked vegetables were given to you. You felt so privileged, trying not to enjoy it too much. A dress Was laid out for you. It was white with golden Details.

And then you waited for him. Hours passed, but finally the door opened and he stepped in. He didn't even close the door and looked down at you. He smiled, and you swallowed hard, waiting for him to speak. "Have they taken care of you?" he asked, and you nodded. He took a step inside, shutting the door.

"I have rules for you to follow. Will you do that for me?" He asked as he took in the sight of you: Kneeling on his bed in a white, flowy dress...it made him want to kiss you. Maybe he should have a painter paint you like this so he could have this image forever.

You nodded, earning a smile. "In private you will Adress me by my name. When we have sex You will address me as 'master.'" You listened and nodded. He came closer. "If you talk to anybody about anything that happens between us, you will lose any privilege you had." Again, you nodded. With that he closed the diffrence and kissed you. You melted into his touch.

"By the holy night...I need someone like you." He whispered and kissed you again as if his life depended on it. "My beloved, my own..." he continued, making you gasp as you realized what he had just said...

Divider credit: @thecutestgrotto

Taglist: @blushycadaver

[joestarfoundation]

I'd love to see first times or wedding nights with the jojos. Love your work ♡

JOJOS: Wedding Night. . .

I aged-up some characters for obvious reasons. Minors DNI. Fem!Reader. English isn't my first language

AN: Since I really hate excluding characters, after this I'll post some wedding headcanons for Jolyne. I'll also publish another first time post w/ the jojos, thanks for the idea anon! This time I'll try writing longer drabbles so, perhaps in the future, I will write one shots. I think you can tell that at first I didn't want to do it, but then I said "nah, let's write something longer instead"

JoJos x Fem!Reader

Honeymoon sex drabble

Jonathan, Don! Giorno: Your honeymoon has finally arrived and you are beyond excited. The months leading up to this moment have been filled with wedding planning, stress, and nerves, but now that you are here, everything feels perfect. You melt into the kiss, your hands running through his hair and pulling him even closer

You turn around to see your new husband, him, walking towards you with a glass of champagne in hand. He looks just as excited as you are, a smile stretching from ear to ear. He hands you the champagne and you clink glasses, taking a sip and savoring the sweet taste.

As you sit on the balcony, basking in the warm sun, you can't help but feel a surge of desire for him. The way his eyes sparkle in the sunlight, the way his lips curve into a smirk when he catches you looking at him, it all makes you want him even more

You set your champagne glass down and turn to face him. Your hands reach out, pulling him closer to you until his body is pressed against yours. You can feel the heat radiating off of him, and your body responds by pressing even closer, wanting to feel every inch of him

His hands roam over your body, exploring every curve and making you shiver with anticipation. As he begins to undress you, his lips never leaving yours, you feel a wave of excitement wash over you; the anticipation of finally being intimate with your husband

He couldn't help but notice your beautiful veil, which he witnessed yesterday at the wedding, so when you undressed, he didn't take off your veil

Tenderly, you both made love, him making you bounce on his cock, his mouth leaving many marks on your neck, while he called you his goddess, and in that moment, you felt like the luckiest woman in the world <3

The rest of your honeymoon is filled with passionate nights and lazy mornings, spent in each other's arms and you couldn't have asked for a better way to celebrate the beginning of your married life together nsfw link

Joseph, Jotaro: This is your honeymoon, the first night of your married life, and you can't wait to spend it with the love of your life. His hands travel down your body, sending shivers down your spine. You can feel his strength, his possessiveness, and it only turns you on more. He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses and gentle bites. You moan softly, your hands gripping his shoulders as he continues his journey down your body

He reaches the hem of your dress, his hands sliding up your thighs as he lifts the fabric up, revealing your lacy lingerie. His eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of you

You reach his pants and quickly undo them, freeing his throbbing dick. He groans as you take him in your mouth, your tongue swirling around his tip, driving him wild with pleasure. He grips your hair, guiding you as you continue to pleasure him. Although it wasn't exactly his intention, he was quite abrupt, moving your head against his big cock

But you are not satisfied yet. You want him inside you, filling you completely. You stand up and take off your dress, revealing your naked body to him. He knelt behind you, his eyes roaming your curves before he grabbed your hips and pushed you towards him, entering you in one swift motion

The feeling of him inside you is overwhelming, and you can't help but moan loudly. He starts moving, his thrusts rough and powerful, taking you to new heights of pleasure

The sound of your skin slapping against each other fills the room, along with your moans and his growls. He pounds into you, his hands gripping your hips as he brings you to your climax nsfw link

Josuke, Johnny: As you lay in the luxurious hotel bed, your new husband stands before you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. It's your honeymoon, and you can already feel the excitement and anticipation building in your body

He slowly walks towards you, his gaze never leaving yours as he removes his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs. You can't help but feel a surge of desire at the sight of him. He leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle kiss before moving down to your neck, his hands exploring your body

As he continues to explore your body with his lips and hands, you can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. You want him, need him, and he knows it

He finally reaches your core, his tongue expertly teasing and flicking against your most sensitive spot. You moan his name, your hands gripping the sheets as he brings you to orgasm

But he's not done with you yet. He pulls you up, his lips crashing against yours in a passionate kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and it only makes you want him more

He made you get on top of him, and grabbing your hips, he pushed you down towards him, and with one smooth thrust, he's inside you. The feeling of being connected to him in such an intimate way sends a wave of pleasure through your body

He sets a slow and steady pace, making sure to hit all the right spots, but with the passage of time he starts to pick up the pace, his thrusts becoming rougher and more urgent. You can feel the pleasure building in your pussy, and you know you're close

With one final thrust, you both reach your climax, crying out each other's names as you both experience the most mind-blowing orgasm

As you both come down from your high, he pulls you into his arms, holding you close as you both catch your breath. You can feel his love for you radiating from his body, and in this moment, you've never felt more loved and cherished<3 nsfw link

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[mixelation]

okay here is the opening to my sequel to parenthood. yes i started the sequel before finishing the first one LEAVE ME ALONE

sooo as i talked about a little before, the sequel is about minato & naruto finding a third timeline where kushina is the one to survive. konoha basically turns around and starts treating kushina like shit (hiruzen's leadership is slipping due to age/grief from losing his wife, and kushina doesn't have minato or mito to protect her). so end game is missing-nin!kushina. i'm imaging the first chapter is just Depressing to set the scene, and then the second one would be her meeting minato & naruto

*****

Mikoto threw the curtains open. Kushina pulled her blanket up over her head further as sunlight spilled into the room. She didn’t want to be awake. Awake meant she was thinking about how she was alone in her bed, about how cold Minato’s side was, about how Minato’s side would never be warm again. 

“You need to eat before your meeting,” Mikoto told her. “And you’ll feel better if you bathe.”

Kushina was having another meeting with the Council today. She did need to get up and eat. She needed her strength. She’d told this to Mikoto yesterday, while she’d been struggling not to cry, about how not eating made her even more confused and upset at her meetings. 

Mikoto fussed around her room while Kushina very slowly dragged herself out of bed. Kushina had kept a neat house, before. Minato was a phenomenal multitasker when in shinobi mode, but at home he’d relax into his natural chaotic state, getting sidetracked midway chores or putting objects down and immediately forgetting about them while his brilliant little brain focused on some new thing. Kushina was the one who’d kept him on task. She’d loved having a beautiful home, having a place to brag about, having a place to raise her family.

Now she didn’t see the point. She’d given up on even putting her dirty clothes in the laundry hamper. 

She watched Mikoto gather up her dirty laundry for her, like Kushina was some petulant child and not a grown woman, and suddenly Kushina felt frustrated with herself. 

“You don’t have to,” Kushina said, tossing her blankets back. They smelled old and musty. She’d been afraid to wash them, to wash away Minato’s scent. Now they just smelled like months old sweat. “I can do it.”

“Kushina,” Mikoto said, straightening herself up to eye her, a bundle of clothes in her hands. “I told you I’d help you.”

Mikoto had told her, extremely in passing, that she’d help her after she had her baby. Mikoto had only made the vaguest of promises, because Kushina’s pregnancy had been a secret, and Mikoto had only found out a few days before Kushina gave birth and everything went to absolute shit. 

Mikoto had not promised to show up at her house with tupperwares of food and bully her into eating, or to help her clean, or to make sure her garden got watered and the bills got paid. Mikoto had had no way to anticipate that Kushina would lose both her baby and her husband in one horrible night. 

One horrible night, where Kushina had failed to hold back the Kyuubi, and Mikoto had lost clansmen because of it. Her house had been damaged. And she was still here, had been here for three months straight, making sure Kushina was okay.

Kushina must look extremely obvious in how hard she was working not to burst into tears. Mikoto dropped the clothes into her hamper. 

“Here,” Mikoto said. “Make the bed, and I’ll start the laundry.”

Kushina stripped the bed and put on new sheets. It didn’t make her feel better, and she debated keeping the dirty ones, like maybe if she just tried hard enough she could still smell Minato on them. 

Get yourself together, Kushina prompted herself. Minato would want you to take care of yourself. 

Kushina showered as fast as she could. Her hair always took too much effort to manage, and she’d been neglecting it. 

So pretty, Minato would tell her, running his hands through it. I bet our baby will inherit it. 

No, he’ll be a blonde, Kushina would insist. 

She’d been right, but what did it matter? Naruto would never get to grow up to have an opinion on his hair. He’d never grow big enough for her to see if his hair was smooth like hers or wild like Minato’s. He’d never… 

A gross sob escaped Kushina’s lips, making her shoulders heave. She pressed her hand to her stomach, remembering how Naruto had felt growing inside her, how she’d been so excited to hold and love him, and then how he’d looked, impossibly still and pale.

Kushina sobbed loudly for several minutes, and she knew Mikoto must be able to hear her. She left her alone, and Kushina was grateful. 

When Kushina composed herself, she simply brushed back her greasy hair and tied it in a tight bun. 

She put on a clean set of clothes and went downstairs to find little Itachi in her kitchen, baby Sasuke tied to his back. 

“Mother told me to make omelets,” Itachi said very seriously. 

Kushina felt a smile crack across her face, the first she’d had in ages. Itachi was so funny, how serious he was despite being all of seven. 

“Do you know how?” Kushina asked. 

“Of course,” Itachi replied. He then insisted he could do it, that it was his assigned task, when Kushina tried to take over. 

Kushina sat at the table and watched as Itachi carefully scraped sauteed vegetables into his omelet. He had a bunch of plates around him on her kitchen counter, some holding things like eggshells, some with various vegetables and mushrooms he must have cooked, and two with omelets that looked perfectly edible but had fallen apart. 

Her kitchen was less painful to look at, Kushina thought, with someone else here, chasing out the ghost of Kushina’s past life. 

Baby Sasuke gurgled and reached up and tugged at Itachi's hair, and Kushina felt herself smile faintly again. She was actively fighting thinking about how her own baby might have looked, bundled up and on Minato’s back, but that didn’t stop the sight from being sweet. 

“Itachi-chan,” Kushina said. “How are the repairs to your house going?”

Itachi turned to her, blinking curiously. “They stopped,” he said.

Kushina tilted her head to the side. “Because they’re done?”

“No,” Itachi said, turning back to stare studiously at his omelet as it cooked. “Hokage-sama is allowing us to move to a new place instead.”

It took Kushina a moment to remember that by Hokage-sama, he meant Sarutobi. 

“He’s allowing you…?” Kushina repeated. “Do you mean your family is moving to a new part of the Uchiha compound?” 

The Uchiha compound wasn’t hit as hard as some other residential blocks by the Kyuubi attack, but they’d been having a housing shortage before several buildings were made unliveable. Maybe it was some sort of privilege as clan head…? Except why would the Hokage have any say in that?

“No,” Itachi said, reaching over his back to wave Sasuke’s grabby fingers away from his hair. “We’re all moving to a new compound. They’re going to build us a new one, Hokage-sama said.”

Kushina narrowed her eyes. That didn’t make sense, unless Fugaku had requested it for some reason. Maybe Itachi had misunderstood? He was supposed to be a genius, but he was still only seven. Even Kakashi had been easy to trick at that age. 

Kushina didn’t inquire further, because Mikoto appeared at the door. 

“Itachi, if you already have finished ones, let Kushina eat…” Mikoto started, moving to give one of the broken omelets to Kushina. 

“No!” Itachi protested, looking comically offended. “Those ones are bad! I want Kushina-san to have a good one!”

Mikoto set the plate back down, raising her eyebrows at Kushina. For the first time in months, Kushina laughed.

[cheynovak]

Taking it slow

Summary: Follows up fanfiction 'Spikes and the beach city reunion' Y/N and Priestly decided to take it slow on whatever it was they just found with each other. Y/N sees it as a good thing, not knowing it's because Priestly is unsure of the age difference.

English isn't my first language

Please do not copy my work. Likes/Share/Comments are appreciated

Priestly and Y/N spent nearly every evening together after that first kiss. It started with simple hangouts—late-night drives along the coast, sharing fries at the Beach City Grill, or getting lost in old record stores. They’d talk about everything: the wild, rebellious dreams they’d both used to have and how they’d grown since then.

Though neither of them used the word “dating,” it felt like it. Priestly would reach for her hand across the table, his fingers tracing gentle circles on her palm. Y/N would lean into him, feeling a warmth she hadn’t realized she’d missed since her teenage years.

They didn’t need to label it; it was theirs, and that was enough.

But Priestly had asked one thing—to keep things under the radar. At first, Y/N understood, even agreed. It was new, and they wanted to protect this fragile, precious thing they were building.

But as the weeks passed, she began to suspect there was more to his hesitation. She caught Priestly glancing around sometimes, like he was worried someone might be watching.

Little did she know that each time Tish would catch sight of them, she’d smirk, rolling her eyes, mocking Priestly with her devilish little laugh.

One evening during closing, Tish decided to confront Priestly while Y/N wasn’t around.

She leaned against the counter, watching him with a sly smile, eyes glinting with malice. “So, Boaz...” she sneered, crossing her arms, “how’s your little sugar baby doing? Isn’t it a little… inappropriate? Old man like you, running around with a kid?" Dirty old man "

But when he didn't answered her she added. "Chasing after young women… pathetic don't you think?”

Priestly felt a flicker of irritation but kept his voice even. “Not that it's any of your business Platicia. But we’re just taking things slow." He pushed the broom in her hands and left for the back. But not before turning around.

"And Y/N’s not a kid—she’s a grown woman. A beautiful woman who sees more than just the outside. I wish I had that gift, I wouldn't be drawn in by your poison.”

“Oh please,” Tish scoffed, flipping her hair back with a smirk. “You’re just embarrassed to admit it. You know everyone’s going to look at you and think you’re just another washed-up guy trying to relive his youth through some young girl."

"Whatever, Tish, it’s… over. Grow up and let me go.”

--

Next morning Y/N walked into the Beach City Grill with a spring in her step, she wanted to surprise Priestly since he seemed a bit down yesterday and this morning. Maybe sneak in a kiss before his shift got too busy. But when she leaned in, he turned away, his body stiff, his focus somewhere else.

“Uh, the usual?” he asked, not meeting her eyes.

Y/N felt her stomach sink. “Uh… yeah,” she replied, trying to keep her voice casual, but confusion seeped in. She watched him for a moment, waiting for the easy smile he usually had for her, the little spark in his eye when he saw her.

But today… there was none of that. Instead, he busied himself behind the counter, his attention fixed on everything except her.

Piper, working the front with him, glanced between them, noticing the strange tension. “You can take a seat, Y/N. I’ll bring the order when it’s ready,” she offered, her voice softer, like she sensed something was off.

“Oh… okay.” Y/N forced a small smile, nodding as she walked over to a booth in the corner. She tried to shake off the weird feeling that settled over her, tried to remind herself that maybe he was just having an off day.

Everyone had those, right?

But as she sat there, watching Priestly avoid her gaze, that sense of unease only grew. Every now and then, he’d glance her way, but his eyes would quickly dart away, his jaw tight. She could feel the space between them widening, and her mind spun, wondering if she’d done something wrong or if he was upset about something else.

When Piper finally brought her food over, she slid into the booth across from Y/N, a sympathetic look in her eyes. “Hey, everything okay with you two?” she asked gently, her voice low.

Y/N forced a small smile, but it faltered as she glanced over at Priestly, who was busying himself by cleaning the counter for the third time. “I… I’m not sure,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. “He’s acting really strange. He won't even look at me.”

Piper nodded thoughtfully, glancing back at Priestly as well. “He’s been off all day, honestly. Maybe he’s just… I don’t know, going through something? Give him a bit of space. I’m sure he’ll talk to you when he’s ready.”

Y/N nodded, forcing herself to take a deep breath. Piper’s words gave her a bit of comfort, but it didn’t completely erase the ache building in her chest. She wanted to believe that Priestly was just having a rough day, but there was a tiny voice in her mind whispering doubts she didn’t want to acknowledge.

Y/N approached the counter, the uncomfortable feeling from earlier still lingering as she reached for her money. Priestly rang up her order without looking at her, his fingers drumming a quiet rhythm on the register as she handed over a few bills.

“So… tonight’s still happening, right?” she asked, keeping her voice casual but feeling a flutter of nerves. They’d planned a movie night at her place, and Y/N had been secretly hoping that he might finally stay the night.

Priestly glanced up, a quick flicker of something unreadable in his eyes, but he nodded, answering a little too quickly. “Yeah, sure,” he muttered, avoiding her gaze.

“Okay…” She gave him a small smile, though her heart still felt heavy as she turned to leave.

Later that night, when Priestly finally arrived at her place, it was like a switch had flipped. Whatever strange wall had been between them seemed to have melted away, and he was laughing, teasing her, the easygoing Priestly she’d fallen for all over again.

They settled in for the movie, curled up close on her couch, and for the first time that day, Y/N felt like she could finally relax.

As the movie played, she let her fingers trail down his arm, then his thigh, the warmth of him beneath her hand sparking something thrilling inside her.

She leaned over, pressing her lips to his neck, tasting the faint salt of his skin. His breath hitched, but just as she leaned in to kiss him again, she felt him tense.

“Y/N,” he murmured, his voice uncertain. “Do you… do you ever think of me as… you know, an old, dirty man?”

She pulled back, blinking in shock. “What? Why would you even say that?”

Priestly looked down, his fingers fidgeting as he hesitated. “Tish… she kind of planted the idea in my head. Said I was some washed-up guy chasing after a young girl. Said I was—”

“Stop.” She cut him off, her voice firm.

Without hesitation, she shifted, swinging a leg over his lap and straddling him, taking his face gently in her hands so he had no choice but to look her in the eyes. “Priestly, you are nothing like that,” she said, her gaze intense, leaving no room for doubt. “You’re kind, and thoughtful, and so damn good to me. I don’t care what anyone else says.”

He swallowed, searching her face, vulnerability flashing in his eyes. “I just… I don’t want you to regret being with me. I don’t want to hold you back.”

Y/N leaned in, her lips hovering just inches from his as she whispered, “You are helping me grow, see how a real relationship works." His eyes grew wide with that word: relationship.

"I don’t want anyone else, Priestly. I want you,” She pressed a kiss to his forehead, then to his lips, soft and lingering, before pulling back just enough to look him in the eyes. “Every part of you.”

He let out a slow breath, his shoulders finally relaxing as his hands settled on her waist, pulling her closer. A faint smile curved his lips as he rested his forehead against hers. “You’re sure?” he asked, still needing just a little more reassurance.

She nodded, running her fingers through his hair, tracing the line of his jaw. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

With that, Priestly closed the distance between them, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was tender and full of all the things they’d both been holding back.

As Y/N’s fingers tangled in Priestly's hair, her lips parted as she gasped softly, feeling the heat building between them. Every kiss, every brush of his hands against her skin only made her want more. She could feel the intensity in his gaze, how he looked at her, checking in with her every step of the way, his thumb brushing along her cheek in a tender gesture that sent her heart racing.

Their eyes met, and she gave him a slight nod, her silent way of telling him she didn’t want him to stop. With a gentle but steady touch, he guided her back onto the couch, his hands sliding to her waist, his thumbs grazing her hips, making her shiver. She felt the warmth of his breath against her neck as he leaned down, his lips trailing along her collarbone, leaving a path of warmth in their wake.

Y/N’s hands found their way under his shirt, fingers gliding over the warm skin of his back, feeling the strength there as he hovered over her.

She let out a soft moan as his lips moved down over her shoulder to het stomach, and she tilted her head back, eyes half-lidded as she gave herself over to the moment, to him. The world outside faded, leaving just the two of them, wrapped up in each other’s warmth and intensity.

Priestly’s hands moved gently, fingers tracing along her sides as he slowly slid her clothes off, revealing her delicate black lace lingerie. He paused, eyes full of warmth and admiration as he took her in, his gaze lingering just long enough to make her feel both seen and desired.

He let his fingers brush over her bare skin, each touch making her breath hitch as he leaned down, taking his time. She arched toward him, pressing herself closer, seeking the warmth of his touch, the comfort of his presence.

The sight of this sexy man between her thighs made her moan even more. he looked up once more. "Absolutely sure you want me? Because once I have you I won'..."

"Please!" she urged him on. He smiled and dipped his head lower.

**The Next Morning**

Priestly slowly woke up, his senses overwhelmed by the warmth of the morning light and the softness of her body pressed against him.

He felt Y/N’s bare skin against his, her soft breath a sweet whisper in the quiet of the room. He had so many doubts and fear last night, but it didn’t matter now. All that mattered was the gentle rise and fall of her chest beneath his hand, the delicate scent of her hair that lingered on his pillow.

His face was nestled against the nape of her neck, and it felt like the most natural place to be. His lips, still half-dazed from sleep, traced a gentle path down her neck and across her shoulder.

He felt her stir, a soft hum vibrating through her, making his heart race. She was waking up, but she didn’t seem to mind his attention. She shifted, her body turning toward him with a sleepy smile, meeting his gaze with those tired, yet sparkling eyes.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Priestly whispered, his voice rough with the remnants of sleep. She smiled softly, her lips meeting his in a kiss that was tender and slow.

“How do you feel?” he asked shyly, the words leaving him almost as a breathless question. He needed to know if last night had been as perfect for her as it had been for him.

“Like I'm on cloud nine,” she smiled, her eyes glowing as she kissed him again, this time with a little more urgency. Priestly looked at her, still unsure. His insecurities creeping in despite the warmth of her embrace. “Really?”

She raised an eyebrow, pushing herself up on her elbows, Priestly turned on his back. She crawled over him to look him in the eyes. “Really.” She paused, searching his expression for any trace of doubt.

“Did I... you know... was it OK?” Priestly still wasn't sure. Being with Tish had made him so unsure about himsel.

Y/N’s lips curled into a gentle smile. “OK?” She giggled softly, lifting her head slightly to get a better look at him. “Priestly… it was perfect.”

His brow furrowed, and he searched her face for any hint of hesitation. “You’re not just saying that, are you?”

In response, she shifted, straddling him, her body now pressed flush against his, and for a moment, everything else faded. She could feel the tension in him, the way his breath hitched when their bodies aligned. Her eyes darkened with a hunger he couldn’t ignore, and the intimate silence spoke louder than words ever could.

“Babe…” she sighed softly, her lips trailing down his chest before she looked up again, meeting his eyes with a playful glint.

“I can’t get enough of you.” She kissed him deep, slow, with all the passion that was building between them. Her body moved against him, and he groaned softly, unable to resist her pull.

Priestly's heart pounded as his hands found their place against her skin, feeling the heat between them grow. His doubts melted away in the heat of her kiss, in the soft caress of her hands against him.

She was everything he had dreamed of in a woman, and now, she was here, with him.

"You're everything to me, Y/N," he whispered against her lips, as if the words were a confession, a promise. She smiled against his kiss, her lips never leaving his. "And you're exactly what I need."

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[little-diable]

Victory - Finan x Reader x Sihtric (smut)

I rewatched the last episode of TLK yesterday, so I had to write this drabble. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Basically pwp, the three fuck in their new chambers

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (m), unprotected piv, threesome

Pairing: Finan x fem!reader x Sihtric (1.3k words)

picture credit to the owner

“You know,” Finan’s voice had a rough undertone to it, staring down on (y/n), who was kneeling in front of her two lovers. “Now that we are finally here, after all these years, I think it’s time for us to properly claim you, as ours, as part of our new life.”

Just hours ago they had taken Bebbanburg, fighting their way to victory with blood sticking to their features, blood that had been slowly washed away by the pouring rain. Some may call it the gods wishes, some may call it luck. But (y/n) couldn’t care about fate, not about luck, at least not as she was kneeling naked in front of Finan and Sihtric. With dilated, lust-blow pupils she took in their frames, how the two towered over her with exposed, tensed muscles, with grinning lips, and pupils filled with anticipation.

“I think I lost count on the amount of times you’ve claimed me before.” (Y/n)‘s teasing words were swallowed by her gasp, head forced back by the hand Sihtric used to grasp her hair. The Dane had an almost challenging gaze swimming in his pupils, wondering if she’d dare to speak up again.

The rules between the three were clear, burned into her mind and body like a prayer she’d speak on her knees, with hands interlaced, and her eyes closed – if she’d pray to the Christian God that is. But now, as (y/n) was still shaking from the adrenaline pumping through her veins like a strongly brewed ale, she couldn’t help but smirk, forgoing her command to stay quiet in moments like these. “You know, I don’t think it’s fair that you’re allowed to claim me, while I have to do whatever you ask me to.”

“Look at that, Finan, I told you, our victories make her arrogant.” Sihtric’s smirk stayed glued to his lips as he studied Finan, the grin widening on the man’s lips, how he ran his hand along his beard. 

“I guess we need to hump her arrogance out of her, but first I need to stuff that greedy mouth of hers.” Before (y/n) could even begin to understand what was happening, Finan had freed his twitching cock, pushing it right past her lips, into her mouth. A surprised gasp left (y/n), eyes instantly finding Finan’s glistening ones, hoping that she’d never forget the lustful expressions tugging on her lover’s features. Finan fucked her mouth without holding back, cock forced deeper and deeper down her throat as if this was his last time to feel her, a starving man aching for the smell of cooking food and freshly brewed ale, a mere dream he’d cling to till his last breath leaves his lungs. 

Sihtric watched the scene in front of him unfold, hands working on his cock, trying to match the rhythm of (y/n)’s mouth, how she worked on the parts her mouth couldn’t reach with trembling fingers. The Dane couldn’t help but thank his gods for blessing him with (y/n), for pushing the woman into his and Finan’s life, glued to their sides till the sun would no longer alight the horizon, calling darkness to rest over the lands they keep fighting for. 

“That mouth is the Devil’s work.” Finan’s words were paired with sharp intakes of air, trying to breathe through the clashing waves of lust that tried to drown the soldier, hoping to swallow him whole as his high caught up with him. His head rolled back, hand grasping her jaw to keep (y/n) from moving away, set on filling her cheeks with his cum. “You’ll be a good girl for us tonight, right?”

(Y/n) couldn’t reply, could only hum around his cock with the corners of her mouth burning and her wrists trembling in pain. No matter how many times she’d lay with Finan and Sihtric, she still wasn’t used to their stamina, to the way their bodies worked, a mystery amongst those keeping other restless souls awake late at night. 

Her eyes met Sihtric’s, getting lost in the pupils that had watched more humans die than one could count, and yet the man emanated so much love, so much calmness, she couldn’t help but search his closeness at any given chance. With one hand she reached out for Sihtric, guiding him closer, reaching for his cock to push him over the edge as Finan fucked her mouth, chasing his orgasm. 

The moans of both men filled the room like sounds of victory, betokening the end of another successful battle. Finan’s cock twitched in her mouth as the man suddenly let go of her, gently pushing himself away from her, the same time Sihtric stepped away, pushing (y/n) down on the fur covering the cold ground. 

With Sihtric positioned behind her and Finan in front of her, the men got back to work, wanting to fill her with their cum, to leave their marks on her in the most primitive ways. (Y/n)’s eyes fluttered close as Sihtric’s fingers brushed through her slit, collecting drops of arousal, finding her pulsing bundle. Her moans clawed through her, struggling to move her hands, to cling to Finan as Sihtric pushed into her without another warning.

“Oh gods, I–” (y/n) couldn’t speak, struggling to give room to the emotions thumping through her system, to the things both her lovers were making her feel. The raspy laugh clawing through Finan forced her to open her glassy eyes, pulled against his chest as her free hand worked on his cock. 

“The gods won’t help you now, love. You’re ours, ours to hump, ours to claim, ours to mark.” Sihtric’s words had an almost teasing undertone to them, leaving her trembling, deeply exhaling against the crook of Finan’s neck. Like ships sailing through the rough sea, their bodies clashed together with every ferocious thrust, allowing Sihtric to bury himself even deeper inside of her, body made to fit the one of her lover. 

The three of them would die for one another, giving their last breaths if it meant rescuing the others. Perhaps it was the path fate had pushed them onto, born to find the others, to form a trio that couldn’t be broken apart by wars, by raging fires, by those that wanted to hurt them. No, they’d forever stay like this, linked together. 

“I‘m so close, please, please let me.” (Y/n)’s voice shook, eyes squeezed shut as she added more pressure to her grasp on Finan’s cock, pushing the man closer and closer to the edge. She could feel Sihtric’s fingers digging into her hips, leaving marks on her skin as he chased his own high, set on filling her with his release. The eyes of both men found one another, wordlessly communicating with smirks glued to their lips, set on pushing her over the edge with them. 

Their moans blended together, a sound so sinful they couldn’t help but wonder if anybody close was listening to them. (Y/n)’s eyes rolled back into her head as she came with both men following moments later, leaving their stain on her with their cum. The three of them were heavily breathing, not daring to part just yet as they allowed the heavenly feeling to wash through them, searching one another’s closeness. 

“Don’t you dare fall asleep, love, that was only the beginning.” And with a smirk tugging on her lips, (y/n) kissed Finan as Sihtric pulled out of her, watching his cum drip down her thighs with a proud smile.

[sl-newsie]

American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 16: Drinking Again

“You were very brave yesterday, love.”

“Thanks, Polly. I’m sorry I couldn’t stop them-”

“Hush,” the Romani woman cuts me off. “There was nothing more you could have done. I’m glad those bastards didn’t mistreat you like others I’ve heard of.”

Though her praising words are supposed to complement my steel nerve I must admit it did bend a little yesterday. Last night all I could think about was feeling completely helpless… Something I never want to repeat. All day I’ve been trying to busy myself with chores and other odds and ends jobs but still can’t shake away the image of that bloke’s face.

Polly sees I’m being more distant than usual and thankfully leaves me alone. She understands that unlike some girls I don’t want to talk about my problems.

“Evening, Verena.” Thomas on the other hand doesn’t get the message. “Still shaken up from last night, eh?”

I can’t put my finger on it but I swear I heard Polly whispering to him earlier. ‘A lot to take in… Only trying to help…’ The usual nonsense people whisper behind my back. If I weren’t so ladylike I would be dominating enough to confront this.

“I’d rather just move on.”

“Here.” Thomas slides me a half shot of Irish whiskey. “Helps the nerves.”

Normally I would decline but a tad bit of alcohol won’t kill me. I graciously take the glass and sip at the strong drink.

“Polly says you don’t wanna talk. Can’t say I blame you. You’re like me.” I am? “You don’t spill your guts. You swallow them. But you can’t always let that happen, Verena.”

I huff. “Oh really? Says the man who practically banishes feelings so he can be ‘all man.?’”

“I’m just saying it’s not healthy,” Thomas says calmly.

“Right. What’d the Gypsies say?” I try to change the subject. “Good news, I hope?”

“They’ll consider it. We’ve made plans. Now quit asking questions.”

He gives me a pat on the back and walks over to grab an apple from the kitchen. That’s it? I act as a therapist to his problems and all he does for me is a quick drink?

“I talked with Freddie earlier at his mother’s grave. He wasn’t happy about Ada’s idea.”

“He still won’t leave?”

“Afraid not,” Thomas grunts and lights a cigarette before heading towards the office.

This whole thing is ridiculous! All this would be solved in half the time if they all just sat down at a table and yelled at each other ‘til they got what they wanted. Thomas, Freddie, Campbell, everyone.

Polly walks by and seems to have heard us.

“It would be solved in 20 minutes if women were in charge,” I mutter and busy myself with washing dishes.

Polly rolls her eyes. “I don’t doubt that.”

“Listen up!” 

John rushes into the room and looks between both of us with wide eyes. “Stay in the house. Kimber’s stopping by.”

Polly doesn’t say a word and walks right past him despite John’s words of warning. Billy Kimber, here? What kind of scheme is Thomas planning now? 

“Verena, please stay-” 

“Sorry John, but my American curiosity is getting the best of me.”

John groans in annoyment and pulls me over to the giant doors. “Fine, just stay here! Don’t let him see you. He’ll have you for breakfast.”

“He better be careful,” I growl. “I’d chop off his cock and make him swallow it after what he almost did to Grace.”

Arthur pokes his head in and seems to have heard my threat. “She’ll be fine, John. Won’t ya, Steenstra?”

John still looks skeptical but walks off with his brother. I carefully crouch down to look through a hole in the wall and two men walk in. Both are wearing spiffy suits. One is tall and skinny while the other is short with little hair and a thin mustache. That’s Kimber? It must be him and his accountant. He looks weak. What are they talking about? All I can hear through the wall is muttering about the racetrack. It goes surprisingly fast and before I know it the accountant finishes scribbling a few notes and the two men walk out. This leaves Thomas with a satisfied smirk and he motions for the other employees to gather.

“Verena! Come on in!” Finn opens the door and drags me over to the meeting.

“Attention, everybody. The Shelby family has its first legal racetrack pitch.” Thomas holds up a signed paper with a proud smile. He beckons me over and shows it off as if it’s a fancy watch. “There you go, love. Professional business, no more sneaking around.”

He’s right. It is official. “No more illegal shenanigans?”

Thomas’ gaze doesn’t shift and he gives a quick wink. “Well… Most of it.”

I knew it. Thomas Shelby would never go clean so quickly. But he’s started down the right path.

“Here we are!” Arthur goes around passing out shots for everyone. “You too, Steenstra. To the Peaky Blinders!”

“The Peaky Blinders!” We all chant in chorus.

Dear Lord, blessed are you to grant us this day of good fortune. Thank you for reaching out to the Shelbys and guiding them to a respectable path. I am grateful for their kindness and wish to help in any way I can. May no harm come to-

“Sorry to interrupt.”

Thomas’ voice cuts me out of my prayer and I stand to attention in the pews. Today the church is empty. Why would Thomas come here? He’s here- with Grace. “Oh! Hello, Grace. Thomas. What brings you two to the house of God?”

He looks around and sees I’m the only one here. “Verena, this church is a good place for confession, is it not?”

This question seems to have a deeper meaning. “Yes, I’d say so,” I reply slowly. “Why?”

“Just asking a question. Would you mind giving us some privacy?”

There’s something about the way Thomas is holding Grace’s arm that does not seem casual. She has hidden fear in her eyes yet does nothing to show discomfort. Should I leave them? After all it was Thomas who put her through the whore swap- though he did repent by saving her. 

I give him a stern look as if to say ‘no disgraceful business.’ Especially in this holy place. He returns the look with a short nod and understands my message. If he slips up again, he will answer to me.

“Of course. I need to return to Finn anyway. Goodbye, Grace.”

The barmaid gives me a quick wave as I stiffly walk down the aisle and out into the dusty streets. What are you up to now, Thomas? Maybe Polly will have an idea- Uh-oh.

I understand Arthur has good taste with alcohol. Thomas goes through liquor like drinking water. One that I do not to be downing shots is John.

I swipe the nearly-empty bottle before he can damage himself any further. “What the bloody Hell is going on?”

“Tommy, that’s what. He pointed out that he tested Lizzie.” John glares at the table. “Said he offered her money for sex and she said yes. What the Hell am I supposed to do with that? Not that it’s your business.”

Thomas! Why the Hell does he have to shift through everyone’s life? As for Lizzie- I cannot judge. As much as I want to, I cannot judge her yet. I haven’t met her, I do not know her situation. But what matters is that John needs a wife.

“I do care, John. I want what’s best for the family that took me in. I’m sorry I can’t do anything to fix this. I know you only want what’s best for your kids.”

John sees I’m not joking and gets up to walk to the door. “I’m going to talk to her.”

“Coming from a woman’s perspective, I say that’s the best choice. Be up front and honest.”

Before John exits he turns and tosses me a few coins. “Go to the Garrison. Buy yourself a drink. You deserve it after what happened yesterday.”

Right. Yesterday. As hard as I try… those sneering faces still haunt me. Alcohol will not suppress them. But it would be rude to pass up John’s gift. I need to get some fresh air anyway. I grab my clutch and head out after John. He goes one way to find Lizzie, I go the other towards the Shelby’s pub. 

Inside there are few customers. It’s late afternoon, not close enough to rush hour. Grace’s conversation with Thomas must have gone decently because she hasn’t left. She’s still standing behind the bar.

“Hello again, Verena. A glass of water, I imagine?”

“Actually… I’ll try some cherry whiskey. On the rocks.” I slide her John’s gifted money. “How’d it go with Thomas?”

“Um, it was fine,” she says as she pours the drink. “He dropped by with the contract about half an hour ago. It’s official now. I’m a bookkeeper of the Shelby Brothers Limited.”

I sip the sweet alcohol. “At least you have a proper job with a contract. I’m indebted to them for helping me, so I have to work off until I can get back home. How did he ask you?”

Grace gets a subtle giddy smile and she tries to brush it off by cleaning a glass. “It’s a sort of odd story, really. He- He kissed me.”

My heart stutters and my breathing skips. Alright. Why tell me that? She knows I don’t partake in gossip. Are we even that close to be talking about this? Granted, Grace is a kind woman. I don’t trust her enough to be so open. Or do you just not agree with her affect on Thomas? No. Thomas can handle his emotions how he sees fit. My job is to carry out my debt.

“Interesting. Well, best of luck on the crowd tonight.” I empty the shot glass and get up from the barstool.

“Verena, please stay. I… I just need someone to talk to,” Grace implores.

Someone to talk to. That’s been half my job here. Either lecture about academics and wisdom or listen to others’ problems. I don’t trust Grace enough to speak about my issues but that does not exclude her telling me her own.

“Well if there’s anyone who’s willing to shut up and listen, it’s me. What’s on your mind?”

The blonde woman bites her lip as she stews over her thoughts. “I’m playing a dangerous game. I’ve won over Thomas’ heart, but Lord knows what’ll happen if I crush it.”

My instincts are right. The fear in her eyes from before was real. Is it caused by Thomas or by her own intentions? 

“Are you threatening my boss?” I ask slowly, my eyes never wavering from hers. “Because if you are, I am very loyal to the Shelbys and will see to it that your threat is dealt with.”

She frantically tries to recover and explain- but it only comes across as a spurt of lies. “No, no! It’s not like that, I- I’ve never felt this way for someone before. I don’t want to hurt him.”

“Neither do I, so tell me exactly what your intentions for Thomas are.”

Grace shakes her head and starts getting agitated. “You’ve never been in love, have you? If you had, you would understand!”

My American temper sparks. “Love takes many forms, Grace. Mine comes in the form of loyalty. If you try anything against the Shelbys I will not take that lightly.” I grip the pistol in my skirt pocket and discreetly pull it out halfway for her to see. “That’s just a taste. I am a tolerant Christian, but I will not stand for disloyalty. Good evening, Grace.”

Once I’ve exited the pub I let out a deep breath. This job just got deeper. What was once a simple tutor position turns into an accomplice title; one that comes with the stress of hidden paranoia. Whatever the case, I’m beginning to see why the Shelbys are lenient to trust people. Now how am I supposed to tell Thomas he’s wrong?

[ivyrosetglued]

Halloween Bet Part 3

Clint rolled over, his brown hair tangledly falling over his face. He slept through his alarm clock and jumped out of bed, shivering as his long hair touched his back. He seized the assortment of floral-scented soaps that his sister had bought for him. He climbed into the shower while still dozing off. He smelled like he had rolled in a flower field after washing himself with his new soaps. He thought the scent was lovely, but he preferred it on women rather than on himself. Lucy texted him to get dressed, so he did, and he went down to meet her at her car.

"Wait, yesterday I forgot to ask. that lasts longer than a week, right? He said it on the edge.

"Yeah, but if you want, I can take them out in a week."

"Ok." His sigh was still doubtful.

They hopped in the car and headed to the nail salon.

His sister struck up a conversation as they travelled, asking, "What colour nails are you thinking of getting?"

"I don't know, maybe a lavender accent nail with a sparkly blue accent nail; how about you?" Clint reasoned that he might as well agree to this because his sister could make it significantly worse.

Oh, how lovely. I'm envisioning pink.

Before he exited the vehicle when they arrived at the nail salon, his sister turned to him and said, "Claire smile." Clint grins.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it seems like when you put your lipstick on, you didn't check your teeth. Always check your teeth for lipstick, Clair!" His sister reprimanded him.

It was my first time applying makeup, so I'm sorry.

"It's okay"

They entered the nail spa. Hey girls! she said as she turned around in the nail salon. Shall we paint your nails?

The woman then moved over to his toes and painted them lavender after he had acrylic nails applied. After saying "thank you" to the woman, Clint and Lucy left to find Lucy's car. What else are you going to do to me? Clint asked Lucy as he turned to face her. With these dreadful nails, I feel as though I cannot use or touch anything.

Don't be such a buzzkill, his sister sighed. The last thing we're doing today is absolutely stunning, and those nails are no exception.

Clint waited impatiently. "It's a surprise." They sped off in their car.

When Lucy approached the "Pristine Piercings" store, she pulled up.

When Clint noticed this, he and Lucy exchanged "no" responses.

"Yes" "No"

"Yes. Come on, Claire, many men have their ears pierced, and if you don't do it here, I'll do it to you myself.

Okay, I might as well hire a pro to handle it.

When he entered, a woman led him to a chair.

Clint took a seat in it. On both ears, he experienced a slight pinch. When he got to his feet, he noticed that his sister had already given him earrings.

She said, "Here," and handed him a bag. Put these in the bathroom. I want to be surprised.

After a protracted struggle, Clint managed to get them inside the restroom. He noticed two hearts hanging from his ears when he looked up.

His hair was tucked behind his ears. The person who had done his ear piercing exclaimed loudly, "Oh, those look absolutely beautiful on you, hun!" as he left. "I agree," his sister said while giggling.

After the day was over, Lucy drove Clint home and gave him his outfit for the following day in a bag. She then yelled out of the car, "I have a surprise coming tomorrow morning!" before she drove off

[deluluduck227]

Please make this stop| Hakim ZIYECH

Synopsis: in which a pregnant reader is having a rough time.

Warnings: none

A/n: if you have any requests don't hesitate to send them please 🫶🏻

" You just enter the house, I'll get the bags and follow you"

You did as Hakim told you, you already grew tired and annoyed. You both just spent an eternity in the mall trying to find clothes that would fit you especially that your baby bump grew obvious but all you could find were dresses and it wasn't the time of the year where you could wear them. Nevertheless you did find some clothes for your son, the son you were carrying. You immediately sat on the sofa, feeling extremely exhausted and down, you felt like you were not ready to be a mother. It is a great responsibility and you just felt unready and unsure. You waited for hakim to enter and as soon as he did he sat next to you, wrapping his arm around you shoulders and putting his chin on your head, his hand soothing up and down your arm. It's like he felt you, he felt that you were going trough some hard time. Him also! The psg deal that collapsed in the last minutes really made him feel disappointed and angry.

"It's okay love, we'll find you some clothes next time. I made sure the store will bring clothes your size. "

You just nodded and after a while you felt asleep. He helped you walk towards your shared room. You just changed into your sleepwear and removed your make up and then headed to bed without waiting for him.

The next morning you woke up feeling horrible, Hakim was still sleeping since there's no training today. You felt like vomiting and you knew it was the morning sickness. It is very common that women get it during the first months of the pregnancy but it lasted so long for you and when you consulted you doctor she assured that it was okay. You rushed to the bathroom immediately, making some noise that made him wake up as he followed you, he helped you by holding your hair back in a ponytail. It was like a routine you grew familiar with. When you finished washing yor face you returned to bed as you left hakim in the bathroom.

But one thing catched your attention. Your feet were swollen, like really swollen. The sight scared you as you immediately called for him. You showed him your feet and he sighed

" I thought something bad happened! Babe that's literally fine. It happens to every pregnant woman. Plus yesterday we walked a lot so surely there will be some consequences. " He said as he kissed your forehead, you were annoyed he didn't show any sign of caring, he acted as if it's the most normal thing in the world but you didn't say anything yet, you just nodded.

" I'll go make breakfast" he stated as he left.

Shortly after, you got up to follow him, your legs, ankles and feet were extremely sore, you felt as if your lower back was beaten up, the womb was really big and surely it will affect you physically and mentally. You were in your 6th month. You walked slowly and when you reached the kitchen you just sat in a chair, he flashed towards you a smile which you smiled back. You kept looking at your feet, their new shape was unfamiliar with you, at that moment, tears started pooling around your eyes, you just started crying and sobbing, you couldn't help but cry. To say hakim was startled by your state is an understatement, he didn't know what's wrong with you.

"What's wrong love? For the love of god stop crying! Talk to me"

" I can't take this anymore, i'm not fit. This is not how i imagined my pregnancy would be. Please make this stop." You said between your sobs. The overwhelming was too much for you handle.

Hakim on the other hand was trying to be the most understanding person especially that he knew how a woman can act differently during this time, but he himself was going trough a lot. Nevertheless he tried to calm you down as he sat on his knees. His hands holding yours while his thumbs are working in your forehands in a soothing way.

" I know babe! I can feel you but this is all normal. Look there isn't much left and you'll give birth. But this pain is a must. Just cheer up for me, will you? "

" Seriously? You asking me to cheer up? I don't know if you noticed but look at me, i can't even walk straight! My back is killing me! The morning sickness is killing! Everything is so fucked up! " You stood up and spat back, he has been acting so nonchalantly. His expressions fell, not able anymore to hold his anger.

" Define fucked up! You want me to make this stop? How exactly? You signed up for this, i impregnated you when you said you were completely ready! Now you have to be patient !"

You were choked, you didn't expect him to react this way, tears of frustration and anger were making their path on your cheeks.

" I need reassurance, you just give me some sweet words! Wear my shoes for one day. I feel guilty about everything i eat. I'm not myself anymore! "

" Okay! I'm trying you know! Stop being so dramatic already! You act as if the world revolves on you, you're not the first woman to get pregnant."

" I'm being dramatic! Maybe you grew sick of this situation which i'm not blaming you, because i think the same. You're not giving me time, you don't talk to me! You think your words are doing the job? Well flashing news: NO"

He hit the table with his fist, he was raging, you flinched a little bit but there's no holding back at this point.

" Ql*wi! Why you jumping into conclusions? You're putting words in my mouth that i didn't say!" He shouted, clearly loosing it

" You know words come from somewhere deep down! There's no fume without fire" your felt your feet burning and some cramps but you didn't even flinch, the last thing you needed right now was this

" Tl3ti liya f krri! You know what! I'm sick of this situation, it's like you're putting the blame on me for impregnating you! I feel unappreciated, you're not talking to me either knowing damn well i am passing through some hard time trying to secure my career but all you care about is your body! Your feet are swollen! If you used your brain and searched you'll find that it's fuckin normal but you chose to cry over them. Db matsd3ich liya rasi."

If you'd describe your state as choked it'll be an understatement, his words were like a flame of fire, you couldn't fight back anymore you needed a break from this all! You wished you could take a break from the pregnancy.

You stormed to your room,took the smallest suitcase and started packing whatever clothes You've found in front of you. Heading downstairs, you struggled intensely as you were carrying the suitcase. When you reached the last step you were met with hakim's face, his eyes were like fireballs, you didn't recognize them. he grabbed your arm forcefully, it hurts and you didn't know if it was in his intentions to hurt you or not.

" What the fuck are you trying to do?"

" It does not concern you"

He chuckled darkly snd humorlessly

" Oh trust me it does! Since it's my child you are carrying. "

" I can't stay here anymore, this house is suffocating i'll go somewhere else where there's no toxic people"

He laughed as he shook his head in disbelief

" If i was toxic as you say then you are inconsiderate! Lifting up a suitcase all the way down. Acting childish as fuck. This could have affect the baby"

" Nothing would affect the baby more than his mother being in touch with toxic people! If anything happens to the baby then it is you the reason. I quit this shit i'm leaving"

" Oh and where are planning to leave ? All the way to morocco? Netherlands?" He scolded soothing on his beard

" I don't care i just don't want to stay near you !"

" Neither do i care! You're not leaving anywhere! Do you hear me? Now go and do whatever yoga shit you do and forget about this idea"

You knew he wouldn't let you leave, you troath was aching from the shouting session you just had and his words were hurtful, they had a meaning. You just sat on a stair ,with his assistance ofc, feeling defeated and tears started to flow again. He was standing before you, watching your movements and started feeling guilty about what he said earlier. You lifted your head looking him dead in the eyes.

" I'm tired Hakim, i can't take it anymore" you whispered with a hoarse voice, face between your palms. His expression softened as he immediately sat beside you, taking your face between his palms, thumbs working on your cheeks to calm you down.

"Hey, listen to me. Whatever you feel or suffer, we're gonna go through this together! I've put this child inside of you and i'm not willing to let you suffer alone! I'm sorry I didn't pay you the attention you needed I'm trying to do what would be the best for the three of us. I'm sorry luv ! Now stop crying for god's sake."

You nodded while occasionally sobbing from time to another. All the anger you were feeling has evaporated. You wrapped your arms around his waist putting you head on his chest, his heartbeat calmed you. His warm hands sneaked under your pajama's top, caressing your back. He felt you lean in his touch. you stayed like that for a while.

"Hakim?" You whispered softly

"Hmm?"

" Did you mean your words earlier?"

His hand stopped the caressing for a second then he started massaging your lower back as you released a sigh

" Of course not! You know i don't mean any of my words when i'm angry" He explained calmly, his deep voive was reassuring and soothing.

" Hakim, i'm sorry"

" No you needn't babe you're good! It was just a moment of anger"

" Hakim, i'm tired! Let's go to bed "

You stared, lifting your head from his embrace, holding an eye contact, this fight drained all of your energy and you needed to charge

" Alright, let's go to bed a n3asa" he giggled, pecking your pouty lips multiple times.

~~the end~~

First time writing a fanfic so please deal it.

Hope you like it 🫶🏻🩵

[betustamorla]

Jason Todd x Helena Bertinelli-Timer Soulmark Soulmates AU-Short story part 3

Here are Part 1 & Part 2, or read it fully at Ao3

The warm sunlight on his face dissolved the darkness of sleep into the red blurriness of his eyelids. Jason groaned and shifted, his body immediately resented the movement, and he turned and hugged the pillow at his side. It smelled fucking nice. Nicer than anything he’d wash any bedclothes of his. Then the smell of coffee and bacon reached him. Finally, he opened his eyes.

He didn’t recognize the white wall to the side of the bed, nor the way the light entered through the window at its foot and other side. Jason incorporated himself slowly and moved the bedding away. He looked down, the only thing of his clothing remaining were his boxers.

“Fuck,” He muttered. His guns, his knives, everything was gone and nowhere in sight. And someone was making breakfast on the other side of the half-closed door. Memories of last night flooded him and he breathed out, passing a hand down his face.

His soulmate, huh? What did he know of the Huntress? Not much. She worked with Birds and sometimes Batman. He didn’t know her civilian name or anything else for the matter. And it seemed like she knew more about him than he of her. He didn't like this at all. And the fact that she had seemed unfazed by him being her soulmate. Hell, she’d even brought him to what he assumed was her place, and not only that but right up tucking him in bed right beside her. What. The. Fuck.

Had she done something to him while he slept?

The door opened and a pair of dark blue eyes peered at him with curiosity. Her dark hair fell around her shoulders as she cocked her head to one side and leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed.

“Feeling better?” Her voice was smooth and her tone firm.

“I—Yeah…” What the fuck was wrong with him? Yes, she was pretty—fucking gorgeous—but it wasn’t his first time seeing a beautiful woman before, so he attributed his surprise to the beating of yesterday.

“Good. You can take a shower before eating breakfast. I cleaned what I could from the blood and rubble with a towel, but it’s not the same as a bath—Oh, and here—” She moved out of his sight for a second then reappeared and tossed a bundle of clothes at him– “I went to buy some clothes for you, I don’t think any of my clothes would fit you.”

“Where are my things?”

“Over at the laundry. They’re a dirty mess and I won’t be washing that.”

“No one asked you to.”

“No.” She smiled at him, and Jason wanted it to drop because his mind had gone blank again. “Shower, over there. Then we can talk over breakfast.” She didn’t wait for a response and walked away.

Jason didn’t know what to do. This was simply put, extremely fucking weird. To feel at ease and nearly trust someone you just met—come to think of it, he didn’t even know her name. Fuck damn. He shook his head and took the bundle of new-smelling clothes. A bath sounded good to him and the purplish and greenish hues appearing all over his body would start hurting more as time went on, so—

Great, now I smell like a girl. He thought sourly walking out of the bathroom at having nothing else but flowery sweet stuff to wash with.

“Someone could figure out your secret identity by this smell,” He said sniffing. It had come out more naturally than he’d been expecting— because it was.

“Oh, it fades by the time I finish at school so it is fine,” She answered after raising her eyes shortly from the newspaper she had been reading. “Sit down, before it gets cold

“School?” He asked dubiously. And almost chose to remain standing, but the bacon, fried eggs on toast, and glass of orange juice called too much to his hunger.

“I’m a teacher at St. Ignatius High School.”

Jason took the seat opposite her and took a piece of bacon. “Shouldn’t you be in school by now then?”

“It’s Saturday.” Finally, she folded the newspaper and put it to the side, Jason glimpsed at the headline “Nuclear explosion wipes Blüdhaven”. Fuck. Wasn’t that unlucky if not wholly unsurprising? He wondered if the Golden Boy had made it alive. Bruce must be going nuts if he didn’t, or maybe not, for all he seemed to care—

The realization that he was being intensely stared at hit him immediately. He looked up at those piercing dark eyes and irritation replaced the anger.

“What?” He snapped.

“Nothing. Your sudden change of intense emotions is distracting.”

Jason leaned back into his chair and looked at her up and down, then said slowly, “Stay away then.” He had read and heard what finding your soulmate entailed, you kind of formed a link or some bullshit like that. Something that allowed you to feel to some extent what the other was feeling, and he remembered the calmness and the steadiness that had surrounded him last night, it hadn’t been his. He passed his tongue over his teeth uneasily, mainly because he didn’t hate it as much as he wanted to.

She, for her part, answered his rudeness with a sweet smile then a light shake of the head. And Jason felt like a child in the classroom after giving a stupid answer to a question. Meanwhile, Huntress had started to fill her plate with food, but before starting to eat she crossed and tilted her head slightly while he guessed made a quick prayer then started eating.

Jason shifted uncomfortably for many reasons. His body aches for being too long in one position, how she was so condescending and calm, and her religious inclinations, or the fact that she seemed to be able to pick more of their link from his emotions than he could.

Maybe if you weren’t trying to reject it you could get the hang of it. Yeah, right. His mind supplied.

“What’s your name?” He finally asked after shoving an egg on a toast into his mouth.

“Helena Bertinelli.”

“Hm.”

“Aren’t you going to tell me yours?”

“Nope.”

“That’s mean, Jason.”

“Yes. I’m mean, so what?” Of course, she already knew who he was.

“Well, I think you’re cute.”

Jason choked on his toast.

“Did you do something to me last night?” He said after drinking juice and reaching for another toast.

Now it was her turn to choke, then she followed with laughter. Jason stared blankly for a moment, she really was beautiful, then looked away when he realized his thoughts.

“I’m not attracted to minors.”

“I’m twenty,” He growled.

“You could have fooled me with all that angsty-edgy-rebellious vibe you get going.”

Fuck damn, he’d walked right into it, hadn’t he?

“You reaching your forties?” He shot back and felt like he’d played more into her hand.

Her smile widened and winked at him, “Fifties.”

“Ha. Funny,” He muttered into the glass of orange juice, then put it down and asked, “Then why put me in your bed?”

“There’s no other bed here, and I wasn't sleeping on the couch or the floor. Besides, you became too restless when I separated from you.”

Jason felt his face heat, in parts embarrassment and parts anger. Again he was being controlled by something he couldn’t choose. He glared odiously at the zero marks on his wrist.

“So what will you do now, Baby Bat?” She–Helena asked after a moment of silence while both of them ate.

“If you call me once more that, I’ll—”

“Kill me? Go ahead and try, Baby Bat,” She taunted him.

He growled but somehow he didn’t feel too much against it anymore. And the more he showed dislike the more she would call him that it seemed. Jason started to worry that this calmness and control was not his own, was being forced on him, was keeping him complaint and—

“Calm down. I wasn’t being serious.”

“No—I know… Listen, this—whatever this is, it’s not going to work. Whatever sick force is trying to bind us, we don’t have to let it control us.”

Her demeanor visibly softened, “I’m not forcing you to stay, Jason. Or maintain contact with me in any way. You seem to have gone through a lot, and while I don’t condone many things that you’ve done, I can’t say I don’t understand them. But if you keep down this path you’ll just end up self-destructing and whatever good you might be trying to achieve—it will corrupt and twist. Spilling blood when you may choose not to spill it, just taints you, whether the one you kill is evil or scum, it still will leave its mark on you. And if you chose to stay, you can’t keep that up.”

“Then so be it. I will see all those fuckers in hell if needed.” Jason shrugged. He didn’t know what he’d been expecting. But now that she’d said that, it was the closest to whatever he could have pictured if he’d had more time.

“I don’t think that’s what you really want,” She said after a pause and examination of his face.

“And how would you know?” He snorted.

“Because you’re still a baby in many respects. Even if you’ve seen more than most. You need time to grow and find joy in life. Wouldn’t you rather find that than Hell? Life is tough enough as it is, you don’t need to make it more so.”

Jason didn’t answer, he should have felt insulted, being called a baby—except she hadn’t said it mockingly, nor pityingly, nor patronizing, and she just sounded— tired and a little sad. “So you won’t try to make me stay nor follow me,” He guessed, not a twinge of disappointment there…not at all. 

“No.” Her answer was firm.

It’s not like it surprised him, why would she want a soulmate like him? Just someone else in the long list of people who rejected him. He passed his tongue over his right sharp teeth and asked—challenged, “And what happens when I keep going the way I am? What happens when we come face to face?”

“I’ll stop you if I can.” Then she smiled sadly. “I can’t save you from yourself, Baby Bat. That’s not in my power. But I can accompany you on your path if you want to walk another one.”

That answer deflated him somewhat, he’d been expecting a definitive clean-cut where she’d state to pretend to not know him, or completely ignore their bond. This was so confusing. And he felt a twinge in his heart, a flake that held hope and trust… And it wasn’t his. 

He looked up and asked, “And what would that be?” He asked quietly and the most earnest he’d been all this late morning. How would that look?

“Who knows? Perhaps somewhere far away. Have you been to Italy?” Jason shook his head. “Perhaps you’d love it, the small villages and the countryside… Or maybe just traveling around—there’s enough injustice around the world where they could use some helping hands. The world is wide and many good can be done—many atonement as well…”

They fell into a lull of silence and both drifted into their thoughts. Jason wondered at the last part, he knew she wasn’t speaking just of him. He didn’t know what her story was in-depth, but doubted he’d search more about it. A future day, a different future—could he have that? He hadn’t stopped to think, to even think about thinking. There was something in the back of his mind always nagging to keep moving, don’t stop, don’t look, don’t listen, or the air will run out, or the soil will not give. The laughter won’t stop.

“Baby Bat, you really need to do something about those mood swings.” Helena’s comment pulled him to the present again. “I have to leave now,” She continued looking at the clock over the fridge, “I have to help in the Parish kitchen. Saturday stew night for the homeless, God knows there are too many in this damned city—” She trailed off and got up from her chair.

Jason reached for an apple and bit down on it while following her movements around in silence. It still was odd to think that he really had a soulmate after all it was a fifty-fifty chance you got to be born with a timer, and some timers froze—which meant your soulmate had kicked the bucket. Jason had been expecting that to happen, but it hadn’t and now here they were. For good or for bad he still hadn’t quite made up his mind yet. She didn’t seem about to go and tell Batman about their connection so that much was a win on his books…

“Alright, I’m off. You can eat whatever’s on the fridge, and be a darling and wash the dishes, would you? Thanks. If you leave, make sure everything stays closed.” All these, she said while putting on her purple jacket and pulling her dark hair free from it after finishing adjusting it. Jason had just hummed in response to all, and when he thought she was finally leaving she paused sighed, and walked to him. Jason had to fight the urge to move away from her as strongly as part of him wanted to allow her to reach for him, in the end, he stood still, not wishing to show her how much she affected him, even if he was sure she could feel it to some extent.

Helena took his chin and made him look up at her gently, then after their eyes locked she leaned down and kissed his forehead. The warmness and softness of her lips seemed to envelop his body for the longest of seconds. Then her lips were gone, and she said softly, “Be careful out there, my Soulmate.” He felt her warmness move away and he opened his eyes, he hadn’t even noticed when they had fallen shut.

Jason saw her take her purse and walk out the door, yet he stayed in the same spot for who knows how long, it could have been minutes or hours. My Soulmate. Resounded in his head. Those two words had been uttered with so much fondness and joy–he’d felt it as she had felt it–, it still took some of his breath away, because he hadn’t thought—he hadn’t believed whoever his soulmate would end up being would be glad to have him after they knew who he was, what he was. But she knew enough of his ugliness and debased things he’d done and still seemed happy to have him. It was unbelievable, he couldn’t—

He let out a shaky breath and passed his not-less shaky hand through his hair. Then he snapped out of it and got moving to find his gear before leaving this place before his mind got any muddier. Or more clear, something whispered in the back of his head.

[ladylooch]

The Ugly Sweater [Lio Meier]

A/N: Major props to Bestie for coming up with this idea yesterday. Thank you for living in my AUs with me daily ❤️

Also, yes, I am feeding you sweet Lee before the major angst. Because I want us all to suffer? I love punishing me and us? I don’t know. But enjoy this holiday flavor until then😘

Word Count: 2.9k

Lio Meier isn’t one to get nervous. He plays in front of 20,000 people every other night in the greatest hockey league in the world. He can walk into any bar in New York City and leave with a willing woman on his arm. He thrives at being put out in 3 v 3 OT with an entire franchise strapped to his back.

But something about being invited to Savannah Miller’s place of residence scares the shit out of him. And he isn’t even the only one going.

Savannah is hosting the holiday party for the team and their significant others on the first day off for Holiday break. Apparently the theme is ugly sweater? It really isn’t Lio’s style, but as per usual, Savannah has him outside of his comfort zone. Admittedly, Lio is embarrassed about the amount of time he spent sifting through racks of sweaters at the local thrift store trying to find the perfect one. He finally settles on a florescent green one that mimicked a Christmas tree. Balls of fluff hang off every few inches of his chest in various colors as ornaments. Green, crunchy fringe wraps around his body and the entire smell of the get up has an underlying of must despite washing it twice when he got home.

A cloud of white fills the air in front of his face as he breathes heavily walking up Savannah’s front steps. He can hear music and laughter inside. His fist knocks forcefully on the door to be heard over the music. The distinct click of high heels against hardwood can be heard from the other side. The knob turns and Savannah appears. Whatever she is wearing is not the theme she told Lio about earlier this week. Her gorgeous body is wrapped in soft, red velvet to her mid-thigh. A deep V cuts down her chest showing off her plumped cleavage like it’s just for Lio. He has to hold his tongue to the roof of his mouth to prevent it from dropping open in appreciation.

“What! Lio Meier came to my little party!?” She squeals out excitedly. 

In one of her hands is a glass of red sangria. Apples and cranberries bob in it as she leans forward to hug him with one arm. He steps forward, careful of her toes in her peep toe heels that show off her white toe nails. Her blonde hair is down and curled, getting all up in Lio’s face as he leans in further to their hug. She smells like home to Lio- specifically the Swiss Summer when the mountain wildflowers are at their peak. When Savannah pulls back to take him in again, she bursts out laughing. Despite the daze she has him under, Lio laughs and grins back at her.

"You asked me to." He knows his reaction is delayed but he couldn't speak with how good her breasts felt against his disgustingly ugly sweater. "Is this your interpretation of ugly or did something get lost in translation?" He chuckles, grabbing her hand and encouraging her to spin for him. He is unashamed at the way his blue eyes curve over the soft velvet hugging her ass cheeks. His favorite thing about watching her walk away from him after they get sassy with each other. 

Savannah has had a few glasses of sangria already; she was nervous about offering to host the Holiday party, so the spin makes her a little dizzy. Her free hand comes to Lio's chest to catch herself. He wraps his hand around her back, holding her close until she looks up at him with wide eyes, very aware of how close their lips are to each other. 

"This feels like a bad time to tell you I was kidding." She bites her lip, but giggles too

Disappointment surges through Lio's chest.

Fuck.

He thought this would be an opportunity to impress the pretty girl he can’t stop thinking about. The one that makes his stomach flip in his body when she smiles or laughs, even if it is at his expense. He figured if he showed up at this party in the ugliest, most outrageous sweater, maybe Savannah would start to see him as something more than a hockey superstar. She has him pegged for exactly what he is, but… maybe for her he wants to be something different. Now, Lio feels like he won’t have that opportunity. 

He looks beyond her at his teammates, seeing them all dressed in suits or nice attire while he is in this loser ass sweater and black jeans. At this moment, he makes eye contact with Rob, a seasoned vet, who spits out his whiskey neat at the sight of him. Great. 

"Holy fuck, Meier!” Rob hollers down the hallway.

This gets the rest of his teammates curious and they all take turns, peaking around the walls to take in Lio Meier in his ugly Christmas sweater. This is what he gets for breaking his own rules and trying to impress a woman. The same woman who purses her lips against an obvious laugh. Her blue eyes squint up at him as she covers her hand with her mouth, eyes squinting closed as she laughs again. The distraction luckily hides the bummer in his eyes as he takes the jokes and cat calls while moving further into the apartment. 

Savannah's place looks amazing. It has an air of HGTV or those magazine you always see on the end caps in the grocery store. Everything has a place and it’s bright and shiny, but incredibly welcoming, just like it’s occupant. Savannah has a clear knack for decorating that reminds him of his mom. Mama Meier would love it in here. 

From his left, someone hands Lio a beer and he quickly chugs half of it down. He scans the room, giving head nods and accepting the continued razzing from his teammates. He spots the alcohol cart across the room by the rookies. Figures they would be posting up there. Lio works his way to the front, grabbing a shot glass and taking a quick hit of whiskey. The comfort of the burn grips his esophagus and he feels his heartbeat fall down ten more beats to normal. 

”Yeah, that sweater is so fucking ugly, I need to drink." One of the rookies, Jax, jokes to his right. His laughter is silenced by Lio's direct, angry side eye. The look also diverts Jax’s eyes away from Sav's ass a few moments later.

"Hold my beer the rest of the night, rook." Lio snaps after recognizing where he was looking. Nobody looks at her like that in front of him. Plus this dipshit’s girlfriend is right there. Who does that? 

Lio converses with a few guys, feeling looser after he finishes his beer and whiskey, chasing them with another of each. At some point, he tries some eggnog. It’s not is favorite but it packs a serious punch so he keeps drinking the creamy concoction. Eventually, nature calls and he dips out of the room to go to the bathroom. As he is washing his hands, he catches a glimpse of his sweater. Frustrated and disappointed, he tugs it over his shoulders, going with the crisp white undershirt beneath instead. He has suffered enough.

On his way back to the main area, he walks by Savannah's office on his right. He backtracks a few steps, peeking in. Just like Sav, it's perfectly put together. He walks in further, running his fingers along her white desk. He sees pictures of her and her friends and of whom he assumes is her parents. She’s a blend of both of them. He can’t remember seeing them around the Prudential Center before. In the corner, a small Christmas tree lights the room up. The twinkling lights call him over to it. He takes in the pink, white and teal ornaments, scrunching his nose at all the glitter on the tree. He lifts a pink ornament up with his pointer finger.

"Don't touch, Mr. Grinch." Sav murmurs from the doorway. Lio turns quick, cheeks turning pink at being caught snooping

"Mmm, I may be a snoop but you're a liar, Savannah Miller.” She laughs at his ribbing.

"I'm the liar in this room? How many times have you lied to get someone in bed with you?”

"Too many." Lio admits. He watches her face. She isn't even phased by his confession. She knows all about him and his games yet she walks further into the room with him. Lio’s stomach does summersaults. There is a heaviness in the air with each tap of her shoes closer to him. 

“I called you a Grinch because you don’t seem to be having much fun at this holiday party.” She murmurs, drawing an imaginary frown over her lips. 

“You watching me?” He tilts his head at her. 

“Hard to miss with that color on. And stop dodging my question.” 

“I’m having a great time. Beer is cold. Whiskey is warm. And now that I don’t want to claw my skin off cause of this, I’m ready to enjoy the rest of the night.” He holds the sweater up at her.

“I really thought you would get all squinty and then we would laugh about it like we usually do. Not… whatever this is.” Lio shrugs like he isn’t sure what she is talking about it. “I’m sorry if I hurt you. I thought it would be fun and it obviously fell flat.”

“Takes more than a joke to hurt me.” Lio chuckles. Savannah’s blue eyes bore into him. It makes Lio uncomfortable. He hates the way she sees him, worms her way right under the shiny, metal armor he puts around himself to keep everyone out except a few select people. Savannah keeps staring. Lio shifts awkwardly from foot to foot. “What?” He finally asks.

“I just can’t stop thinking about how you’re the only man who has ever been in this room. Despite all the deliberate decisions on decor in here to bring out a feminine energy, your dark masculinity completely dominates the space.”

Lio doesn’t notice feminine or masculine energy. All he feels is the buzzing connection between the two of them. Can’t she feel it? How a large magnet is pulling his arms up to reach for her. The way the room dares him to fuse his fingers to her hips and bring her into his body until every inch of them connects. Because for Lio, the urge is all consuming. Savannah steps forward. Her hand brushes at the long strands of hair falling across his forehead. 

“Sav.” Lio croaks, voice coated roughly from the alcohol and his desire for her. “If you don’t want me to kiss you, step back in three… two…” 

Lio doesn’t get to one. Savannah hastily closes the gap. 

Her fingers move from his forehead to his cheek and she tugs. His face collides with hers. The kiss is awkward for a moment as their lips miss each other, connecting with cheeks instead. Quickly, Lio turns, connecting them finally. At Last by Etta James may as well be playing as their own movie soundtrack. Lio’s body screams at the delicious pressure of her mouth. Of all the kisses he’s had, this one accelerates to the top. It consumes him in a burning fire that lights his soul up. Explosions, bells, and whistles go off in his brain as he wraps his hand around her. They are as much warnings as they are encouragements. The softness of her dress makes for an easy glide of his skin across her back. Then Savannah let’s out a soft moan into his mouth. 

Fuck.

Lio feels the tightness building in his pants. Savannah pushes forward and he stumbles back. His other hand comes to her hip so he has one in each of his palms. She steps forward again, not letting their lips part except to run her tongue along his bottom lip.

Oh fuck. If Lio’s eyes were open, they would roll to the back of his head. 

Gradually, Lio falls backwards, startling until his butt hits the cool leather of a chair. Savannah climbs into his lap. Her hands greedily grip his cheeks as her tongue nudges into his mouth. She moans against it. Lio sighs, resisting the urge to roll her hips into his tight zipper. He wants this to last, become a slow build that irritates and inspires him if she’ll ever let him have her completely. Her dress is bunching up higher on her thighs. Lio forces the fabric down a bit more with his thumbs to help keep her covered. 

This hasty make out continues until their lips are puffy and their chins and noses are bright red. Wetness is highlighted by the blinking lights of her Christmas tree. They both pull away panting for breath. Lio can still taste the slight sweetness of sangria from her mouth.

“I wish I didn’t know how good you are at that.” She whispers. Lio pecks her lips again. “Gonna think about this every time I’m in your interview scrum. You’ve always made it hard for me to do my job, Meier.” She leans back, ghosting her fingers along his lips that she made swollen. Lio plumps his lips beneath them to kiss more of her skin.

Laughter carries down the hall to them. Regretfully, Savannah eases herself out of Lio’s lap, both of them knowing they need to rejoin the group. She shimmies her skirt back down her thighs completely as Lio looks away to give her a bit of privacy.

“You go back first.” Lio gestures, not getting up from the chair so he can hide what their kissing did to him. Savannah nods, heading towards the still ajar door. She glances over her shoulder at him, fingers touching her lips in wonder. Those same lips tilt up at Lio before she disappears into the hall. 

Lio leans his head back against the chair, closing his eyes.

Sav is righ. How is he supposed to forget about that?

- - -

Sweat drips down from Lio’s hair as he leans down, working out his skate laces at their first practice back from the holiday. All the fondue, desserts, and bread Lucie and Liv stuffed him with this holiday felt like a 12 pound balloon in his stomach with each stride he took. But it was worth it. He wiggles his foot from side to side to work his first foot up and out. Once the first one is free, he leans down to work on the other foot.

A pair of black, high-heeled boots come to stand in front of his locker. He shakes the hair out of his eyes, looking up to see if those boots belong to who he hopes. They do.

Standing in front of him in the ugliest sweater he has ever seen is Savannah Miller. It’s red with ruffles on every square inch of the fabric, including around the collar and each wrist. Bells are attached in random points including two that are weirdly close to the middle of each breast, almost like it was intentional. She grins down at Lio, tapping her phone against her thigh anxiously. Snickers fill the room as Lio leans back up, letting his hands hang off his legs between his thighs. He has not seen or heard from Savannah since his lips were on hers a few days ago.

“That might be worse than mine.” 

“It is.” She confirms. “Felt necessary to go big to get back on your good side.”

“Really wasn’t. I’m fine.” He reminds her. But fuck if his little Grinch heart isn’t growing two sizes in his chest right now. 

“Sure, but I am also doing a feature on you for February, so I need your full cooperation. Thought this might help.”

“Ah, work related.”

“Not completely.” She shakes her head while biting her bottom lip.

“Well, in that case, I’m happy to be featured but, ah, I only talk over dinner and a bottle of wine.” A coy smile spreads Savannah’s lips further apart. She leans in closer, glancing to each side to make sure no one is eavesdropping.

“How about my place? I can interview you in my office? You seemed to like the chair in there. Really comfortable…” Lio can’t help but laugh. 

“It was a good chair. I liked the velvet blanket in my lap too.” A deep red blushes up Savannah’s cheeks and down her throat. He wants to lean forward right now and kiss the path of her embarrassed rash in front of the whole locker room. 

“Tomorrow?” 

“I can’t tomorrow. Have a date with my favorite Rangers fan.” He promised Stell he would come over for hot dogs and Kraft macaroni. 

“Now that’s a girl I’m okay playing second fiddle too.” 

“She’s pretty great.” Lio nods, kicking off his skate and Savannah glances over her shoulder. 

“I should go.”

“Friday works though.” He fills in, not wanting her to leave without a plan in place. “I could come over at 5.” 

“Sure. Bring your sweater.”

“I wound’t last five minutes in that thing.”

“Yeah. I know.” Her direct eye contact makes Lio’s eyes widen in surprise. 

If this sweater gets him laid by Savannah Miller, he is keeping it the rest of his god damn life.

[hollywoodxwhore]

Mine | Chapter Two

Colson x Original Female Character

I got such a good response on chapter one yesterday! Y'all are too good to a girl who just wanted to relieve some stress by writing silly little stories about a hot dude. Love y'all so much!

Synopsis: Presley may look sinful on the outside, but deep down, she's innocent, guarded, and terrified of intimacy. Colson, on the other hand, is living up to his womanizer reputation as a way to cope with heartbreak. When his new guitarist invites his twin sister to join them on tour, Colson discovers that he's actually capable of feeling. Will Presley and Colson be able to push past all of the barriers trying to prevent them from happening?

Warnings/Content: swearing, alcohol & marijuana usage, little tiny mention of smut, discussions of virginity (which is a social construct but I like it as a storyline sry), masturbation, col talking about his dick (he does that a lot in this fic, NOT sry)

Presley

After an hour or so of hanging out backstage, we all climb onto the tour bus and my eyes widen. Holy shit, this is nice. I look around as the guys find places to sit and grab drinks from the fridge. I’m the only girl here right now, and I find myself wishing Sadie could’ve come with me, but I had a security guy walk her to her car after the show. 

“Presley, drink?” Baze, the bass player asks.

“Um, what do you have?” I ask, taking a seat in an empty recliner.

“PBR, Jack Daniel’s, I think Kells has some wine—”

“Anything without alcohol?” I ask.

Baze looks over at me in surprise. “Oh. Sure. Coke, Monster, Mountain Dew—”

“Mountain Dew is perfect,” I reply. Baze hands me the can and I thank him, cracking it open. 

“Not really a drinker?” Baze asks as he has a seat, pouring some whiskey into a red cup.

I shake my head. “No. I much prefer smoking,” I say.

“By all means, girl, light up,” he says.

“I was just about to smoke a joint,” Rook says as he appears from the bunk area. “Want to share?”

“Sure,” I say, already feeling my anxiety ease knowing I’m going to smoke. 

Cash is in the shower and Justin sits on the couch on his phone. Slim climbs onto the bus and looks around. “We good to go? Where’s Kells?” Rook shrugs and Baze mutters that he doesn’t know. Slim sighs. “Can someone go look for him? I gotta get some more shit packed up.”

No one offers. Justin is now talking on the phone, and Rook and Baze are already well on their way to enjoying their night. I won’t deny a chance to see Colson. A second alone would be cool. “I’ll check,” I say.

“Thanks, Presley,” Slim says with a smile, then disappears off the bus. 

I get to my feet and weave through the bunk area, stopping for a second when I see my bags and pillow have found their way to a bunk. I push a button and a door slides open, leading to an area with two bathrooms and some other room. The bathroom Cash isn’t showering in is unoccupied and I frown, thinking he isn’t on the bus when I hear something creak in the room at the back.

I step closer and peer past the flimsy curtain that shields the room. The first thing I realize is that it’s a bedroom with a huge bed.

The second thing I realize is that Colson is on the bed. Deep inside a woman.

My eyes widen when they lock with Colson’s and I hurry from the room, squeaking out an apology as my cheeks burn. I don’t want to go out and face the others, so I lock myself in a bathroom to calm down. Fuck. My heart races.

I couldn’t see anything graphic, but I did see Colson behind that girl, one big hand flat on her lower back, hips moving in a way that made his abdomen ripple. His mouth hanging slightly open with pleasure, hair messy and eyes glassy. Shit, I did not need to know what that man looks like when he’s having sex. I squeeze my eyes closed. 

I’m in the bathroom so long that I’m sure someone’s going to start wondering. At that thought, my phone pings with a text from Cash. Found Kells! You good?

Yeah. I found him, too. I wash my hands and exit the bathroom, taking a deep breath before picking my way back to the main area of the bus.

Everyone’s there now, including Colson, but I don’t even look at him. I can’t bear to. I’m humiliated. I pick up my Mountain Dew and am immensely grateful when Rook passes me the joint. I take two huge puffs, cough, and settle back into the chair, praying the embarrassment and anxiety fade soon.

It does slightly, but all night, there’s a pinch of shame lingering within me. I can feel Colson trying to meet my eyes, but I refuse. I steal glances at him when he’s not looking, but I’m very careful not to meet his eyes. 

I’m irritated and a little disappointed. I thought he was flirting with me, but I guess I was stupid for thinking that. The woman is nowhere to be found, so she was probably just a fan he picked up for a one night stand. Why does that bother me so much?

Finally, I can’t take it anymore. I get up and go over to Cash, sitting next to him on the couch. “I’m gonna go to bed. I’m exhausted,” I lie.

“Alright,” Cash says. “Need anything?”

I shake my head. “Thanks. Night, everyone,” I say.

“Aw, you’re going to bed already?” Rook says.

“Party’s just begun,” Slim adds.

“Tomorrow, I promise. I’m just really tired,” I explain.

“Ight, fair. Tomorrow, then,” Rook says with a smile, and I smile back before disappearing into the bunk area. I fish through my suitcase for my bathroom bag and lock myself in the bathroom to remove my makeup, do my skincare, and brush my teeth. I change into a big t-shirt and some shorts and leave the bathroom, crashing right into someone’s bare chest.

Colson.

I look up at him, feeling my cheeks burn, and he stumbles backwards. “Shit, sorry,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“It’s okay,” I say, looking away.

“Hey,” he says, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I’m really sorry for earlier. I didn’t mean for you to see—”

“No, I’m sorry,” I say quickly, shaking my head. “My fault.” I push past him and he lets me, but I feel his eyes on me all the way back to the bunk area. I climb into my bunk and slide the door shut, letting out a breath once I’m finally alone. Shit. 

I curl up under the blankets and try to let the gentle rumble of the bus on the road lull me to sleep. But every time I close my eyes, all I can see is Colson behind that girl. 

I’m not sure if it makes me angry, sick, turned on, or a combination of all three. But I don’t like that it makes me feel anything at all.

XX

I have another confession to make. I’m a virgin.

No one knows. Not my closest girlfriends, not the guys I’ve tried to date, no one. I guess you could say I have intimacy issues.

I actually dated quite a bit in high school. I had a date for every school dance, including the two times I went to prom. I just never did anything with any of them. We never even got to the boyfriend-girlfriend stage. We made out, of course, but we never went further. 

For some reason, my biggest fear in the world is letting someone see me naked.

I can be in a skimpy bikini. A tiny dress, shorts so short they basically show my asscheeks. But I hate being seen in underwear, and no one other than family has seen me naked. I almost chickened out of getting my nipples pierced because I was so uncomfortable, but I pushed through. The longer I go without anyone seeing me, the worse it gets. 

I have no idea where the fear comes from. Nothing traumatic happened to me. In fact, my parents have a great marriage and I had a good experience in high school. All through school, actually. There should be no reason why I’m so afraid. But I am, and it gets worse the older I get. 

Even if Colson was flirting with me, what the hell am I going to do about it? He’s the type of guy that fucks random girls. He doesn’t settle down. He doesn’t date. There’s no way he’d see me and decide he wants to date me, and even if somehow he did, he would get tired of waiting to do things other than kissing. It would never, ever happen. I’m actually pretty resolved to being alone forever. 

I barely slept last night. I was awake all night stewing about what I’d walked into. I’m jealous of the girl, and not because she was having sex with Colson. How is she so comfortable in herself that she’d let a stranger get her naked? Touch her? Make her moan? I envy that level of confidence. So many women seem to have it but not me. 

Guys have tried. It’s not that no one wants me because I know they do. I don’t know if it’s the tattoos, the fact that I’m a piercer, or the fact that I play guitar and sing, but I’ve had many, many guys try to pursue me. Every time, I turn them down. I’ve gone on a few dates and ghosted them all, too afraid to open up. It’s exhausting and embarrassing and I say no whenever anyone asks for a date now. I just can’t do it. 

I feel better when I realize Colson will never get anywhere with me. He’ll give up fast. That means I don’t even need to worry about him. I can continue with this harmless little crush, enjoy my time on tour, and go back to normal life when this is all over.

It’s going to be totally fine. 

Colson

Do I feel like a total asshole for what happened with Presley? Of course I do.

The whole point of fucking that girl was to get Presley off my mind. I didn’t expect her to walk in and catch us. Of course I feel like a total dick. 

I feel even worse when she doesn’t even look at me for the rest of the night. I’m sure it made her uncomfortable. Fuck, I feel uncomfortable. I don’t give a fuck if the boys walk in on me. It’s happened more times than I can count on two hands. I’m a bit of an exhibitionist, I’ll admit. But no girl has ever walked in on me with someone until now, and it sucks.

I don’t sleep until we arrive at the hotel, and by now, the sun is coming up. But my stomach is too knotted for me to be able to relax. All I can think about is Presley in her bunk. Part of me wants to be the one to let her know we’ve made it to the hotel, but she made it clear that she can’t even look at me, so I slink off the bus and keep my head down as I walk into the hotel lobby.

Ten minutes later, I’m finally showering. The tour bus showers are too small for me, the shower head hitting below my shoulder, so there’s no point in even trying to shower on the bus unless I absolutely have to. I let my head hang down as the warm water streams over my hair, and I sigh. Why do I care so much about what this girl thinks? Cash told me to stay away from her, and I can’t risk fucking anything up with him. The band needs him. He’s amazing. 

As if I don’t already feel bad enough, I can’t keep her out of my fucking head, can’t stop picturing her in that short, leather skirt that fit her perfectly. Those legs. Jesus Christ. I huff softly in annoyance as my cock starts to fill. Never have I ever felt guilty about wanting a girl before. This shit sucks. 

I feel like a teenager as I get myself off to nothing but thoughts of a girl I’ve only ever seen fully clothed and have never touched. It doesn’t take long; in fact, it’s embarrassingly quick. I’m glad I’m alone.

After Presley walked in on us, I didn’t finish. I immediately got dressed and walked the girl off the bus. It only occurs to me now as I turn off the shower that I never even got her name. That’s low, even for me. 

Feeling like utter shit, I brush my teeth, moisturize my face, and crawl into bed naked, hoping I can just pass the fuck out. No such luck. After an hour of tossing and turning, I throw the blankets off with a curse and get dressed. I need to find some coffee and quick.

In the hallway, I find Rook leaving his room, too. He looks just as exhausted as I feel. “Can’t sleep?” I ask him.

“Nah,” Rook says, shaking his head. 

“I was gonna find some coffee,” I say. “Wanna join me?”

“Sure.”

I text Reed, letting him know that Rook and I are grabbing coffee, and he meets us in the lobby. There’s a coffee shop nearby and we walk there in silence. It’s barely seven in the morning on a Sunday, so the place is pretty deserted. Rook and I both get gigantic iced coffees and tuck ourselves into a booth in the back of the shop. Reed finds a table nearby and pulls out his phone. 

“You look like shit,” Rook says.

I give him a sour look and chug down some coffee. “Thanks, bro. Appreciate it,” I mumble.

Rook flicks his braids out of his face. “I mean you look upset,” he says. 

I sigh and twist my straw, watching the ice cubes move around. I trust Rook. But I don’t talk about my feelings with fucking anyone. Only in my songs. “I’m fine,” I say. “I just feel like a dick.”

“Why?” Rook asks, taking a bite of the muffin he purchased.

I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose, feeling a headache start to throb behind my eyes. “Cash’s sister walked in on me and that girl last night.”

“What?” Rook hisses, eyes widening. “You serious? Does Cash know?”

“Fuck no!” I reply, shaking my head. “And I hope she doesn’t tell him. It was an accident.”

Rook considers this as he sips some more coffee. “Wait, why are you so upset about this?” He asks. “Shit, I myself have walked in on you at least ten times.”

He’s not wrong. “I dunno,” I admit with a shrug. “Just feel like shit. She’s not just a random person. She’s Cash’s sister, you know? Don’t want to make her uncomfortable while she’s here with us.”

I meet Rook’s eyes for a moment and there’s a weird glow about them. Like he’s speculating. I don’t like it. “What?” I ask defensively. 

“You into her?” Rook asks me.

“Fuck, dude,” I huff, looking away from him. “She’s Cash’s sister.”

“I’m well aware.”

“Doesn’t matter if I am or not,” I say after a moment. “Cash told us she’s off-limits.”

Rook shrugs, then nods. “How long is she with us?”

I shrug, too. “I don’t know. I told Cash it didn’t matter how long she wanted to stay.”

Rook shakes his head. “I haven’t seen you like this since—”

“Enough,” I say firmly, jaw clenching as I lock eyes with him.

Rook holds up his hands in surrender. “Sorry,” he says quietly. “Sorry.”

I finish off my coffee way too quickly and push to my feet. Rook isn’t done yet, but he wraps up his muffin, grabs his coffee, and follows my lead. I stalk back to the hotel, not talking to him or Reed. I need to be alone. I don’t like how well Rook can read me. 

Locked in my hotel room once again, I lay on my back in bed, staring at the ceiling. The coffee churns in my empty stomach, which isn’t helping the anxiety already aching there. I know what I have to do to survive while Presley is on tour with us. I need to just keep getting laid. I just can’t let her catch me again. 

Also, I could just be her friend. That’s what I’m supposed to do anyway. And that has to start with an apology. 

XX

When we get to the venue, I wait for Presley and Cash to get out of their car. Cash, who’s basically a golden retriever, is distracted by his excitement to get inside, and he leaves Presley behind. 

My heart stutters a little when I see her. She wears jeans today, but they fit her like a dream, and the black top she wears hints at a gorgeous pair of tits. Platform Nikes on her feet complete the look and such a simple outfit shouldn’t turn me on so goddamn much. This friendship thing is going to be more difficult than I anticipated.

“Hey, Presley,” I say, intercepting her as she walks towards the door. She adjusts her purse on her shoulder, and I can tell instantly that she’s uncomfortable. She chews that plush bottom lip and avoids my eyes. 

“Listen, I’m really sorry about last night,” I say. She continues to look past me. “Shit. Will you please. Just. Look at me?” I sound like I’m begging. God. Finally, her eyes lift to mine. I swallow hard. “It was totally an accident. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” she finally says, her perfect brows furrowing together. “I’m the one who walked in on you.”

I shrug. “It’s all good,” I assure her. “I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable around me. I’m glad you’re here. It makes Cash happy and I’m excited for us all to get to know you.”

She seems to relax, even just slightly, but it’s everything to me. She nods and smiles softly. “Okay. Thanks for talking to me,” she says. “We’re good.”

“Okay. Cool,” I say. “Let’s go inside.”

We walk side by side. “This is crazy,” Presley says.

“How do you mean?” I ask, stuffing my hands into the pockets of my jeans. 

She shrugs, looking up at the venue. “Just going backstage in a huge venue like this. I never imagined I’d be here. Let alone Cash.”

“Cash says you play in a few bands?” I ask.

Presley nods, tucking a piece of black hair behind her ear, revealing tons of piercings. “Yeah, just a few local bands. It’s nothing too serious.”

“You play…guitar?” I ask.

“And sing,” Presley says. “I’m alright. Cash, though. I mean, I don’t have to tell you. You know how talented he is.”

I nod. “Yeah. He’s unreal,” I agree. “I swear I learn something from him every time we play together.”

Presley smiles warmly, eyes crinkling. “Yeah. I’m so proud of him. This is just wild,” she says thoughtfully. “Thank you.” She looks up at me. “Thank you for noticing him and giving him this chance.”

“Shit, we should be thanking him,” I say. “I can’t wait to start recording our next album with him. We can be so much more dynamic with his guitar skills.”

She nods and smiles. I open the door for her and do my very best not to check out her ass as she walks inside, but I’m only human, and that thing is too perfect not to notice. 

“I have to head to sound check, but there’s always food backstage. Drinks. Help yourself to anything, alright?” I tell her.

“Thanks, Colson,” she says, and I like the way my name sounds on her lips. I wave and head off towards the stage. I’m not as anxious anymore, thank god. This is going to be just fine.

[thetraumaking]

Lone Flower

English is not my first language but here's my new and first Wednesday x Reader fic. Hope you enjoy it!

Also trigger warning! Please be safe!

Wednesday Addams x Female Reader

She let out a sigh and schooled her feature into a neutral smile before walking into the white room.

As if a spell was cast upon her, all the tension in her muscles loosened and the fatigue from the days prior was whisked away. The sound of steady beeping and the smell of chemicals and alcohol filled her senses, and an almost nostalgic feeling washed over her.

The familiar room welcomed her with its beeping machines and the slow rise and decline of the chest in bed. This place never failed to bring a bittersweet feeling.

"Hey, mom." Her voice was barely above a whisper as if fearing to wake the ever-resting woman. Gently treading toward the bedside table, she replaced the bouquet of flowers in the vase.

In with the new and out with the old. Oh, how life would've been easy if that was the case. If so, many of her problems would have been solved by now. But like her, one could only hope.

Her gaze shifted from the warm flowers to the body next to her. Pale skin, eyelids closed, cheeks sunken in, the lack of facial movement deter the creases of old age, and a strand or two of gray hair.

A sick part of her admired that, there was a certain beauty to the tranquility of this state. If there was another person in the room, her morbid sense of humor might have cracked a joke.

Dropping her bag by the foot of the bed, she took a seat by the head.

"I heard something interesting yesterday from one of my teachers. They said that even if a person is in a state of coma they can still hear what's happening outside." She licked her dry lips, "I don't know how much truth that holds but, you know… I thought that if it was true, you'd probably be pretty bored by now."

She let out a hollow chuckle, "I don't know why I'm being so nervous right now…" she said to herself. Taking a deep breath, she started to speak.

Telling her mother all the latest news and reports that have been taking over the media. Both major and minor, no matter if it was local or global.

During her announcement, she ran her fingers through the woman's hair. Her words made a minor pause at the unexpected tangle, she took out a hairbrush from the drawer before continuing forth with the report. With lightly furrowed eyebrows, she used the brush to detangle the knots in the hair.

Quietly, she wondered about the tangles and knots. How could such things form when the owner of this particular head of hair has been immobile? Was her mother actually fine and just preferred night over day? Did her mother continue on with her life during the dead of night with a select group of people? Or was this all some sick prank orchestrated by her family to further torture her?

She let out an amused huff at the last thought.

Even if any of the previous theories were true, it would be impossible.

It has been 10 years since the incident.

___

"Hello, mother."

Her monthly visit continued on like a century-old religious practice.

Always with a bouquet of flowers and news of the outside world, never has she uttered anything that's personal. Her troubles are hers to bear and unless they affect the world, she will keep her lips sealed.

The random knots of hair kept forming every now and then. It was most likely the aftermath of the nurses cleaning and switching her IV and bedsheets.

And whenever she left, she would take a lone flower from the vase with her. Just to keep an eye on it to know when she might need to make a request for a new batch to be delivered to her mother's room.

The lone flower would always spend the remainder of its life in her office, the room she most often spends her time in. Crunching numbers, running over documents, and making decisions. Puppeteering a business by her grandfather's command.

The old man was in a sour mood lately. Maybe it was the cause of his decreasing health.

She paid less than a quarter of attention to him than her mother. But he was content. She was the only true family he has got. His wife currently rotting in her casket, his one and only son most likely dead in a ditch somewhere, and his daughter in law threading between life and death.

After an agreement to collaborate with a foreign trading company, both businesses boomed and her workload doubled. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months.

Suddenly, like a brick to the face or lightning in a clear blue sky, she remembered something. Looking past her computer screen, she saw the calendar.

She had completely missed one of the most important practices of hers

Her eyes widened in horror, it has been more than 30 days since she's last visited her mother. Her neck snapped to the small glass object on her window sill, the flower now dry and lifeless, the once warm colors of the pedals now shriveled up and fallen, the water murky and gray.

Cursing under her breath, she quickly left the house.

Coat and warmth be damned.

Her trip to the hospital was the only constant in her busy life, something she never thought could slip her mind. She firmly believed it was something she could never forget.

But she did.

She walked through the same white hallway, smelled the same mix of chemicals, pushed open the same metal doors, greeted the same group of doctors and nurses, and carried the same bouquet of flowers from the same local shop.

For the past decade, she did the same exact thing in the exact order, but not this time.

She's not religious, she does not believe in the existence of God, nor does she believe in heaven or hell. But the whole act of walking down the room of white with no flower felt sinful.

She bit her bottom lip in frustration and self-loathing as she paced down the right wing of the hospital.

Her pacing came to a halt when she was met with an oddity. Her mother's room normally greeted her in solitude but it was currently bustling with nurses and doctors.

Something akin both to panic and excitement lit inside her. Her mother was either in a dire situation or finally awake. Her pace turned into a sprint as she made it to the open door.

She hoped for the latter.

"Mother!" She barged into the room, her heart racing, and her blood rushing.

Sadly, there was no soft gaze or gentle voice that greeted her. The similar state as ever, the ever-resting peaceful mother of hers.

She heard her name being called out by one of the doctors before a middle-aged woman ushered her to take a seat. She ordered everyone to leave before apologizing. "Let me cut to the chase. Earlier today, during our morning checkups, we detected an irregularity… you're mother's report shows a double heartbeat."

"What?"

"She's pregnant."

"I-I know what a double heartbeat means, I'm asking how? How is that possible? She's been in a coma for the past 11 years! How-Who! Who could do this!" Her mind raced, and her chest heavy. "She can't have a baby now, not like this!" She looked at the grim doctor, "Kill it. You have to! You have to abort it!"

The doctor shook her head, "I'm sorry but you don't have the authority to make that decision, and not only that, you're only 16. Legally you're still considered a child."

She laughs, "And legally this is considered a crime! My mother, who was and still is in a coma, got raped! She was sexually assaulted and taken advantage of! How could you not do anything!?"

"If you could bring your mother's parents in and let them sign on the form, then we can-"

"Who was it?" Her nails dug into her palm, her eyes never leaving her mother's face. "Who was the bastard responsible for this?"

The woman in white let out a sigh, "We're currently looking into it, there are cameras everywhere except the patients' rooms. It will take a bit of time before we figure out who but I promise you that you will be one of the first to know."

She silently nods her head before asking to be left alone. Her eyes stung as she refused to let the tears fall. Only when the doctor closed the door behind her did she let them lose. Her hand covered her mouth so as to not let her mother or anyone else hear.

Oh, how she wishes to hear her voice, to feel her warmth and embrace. It has been far too long, so painfully long that she failed to even remember what color her mother's eyes were.

If only she could just pry them open, for just a bit so she could burn the color into her brain.

Then, like a rude awakening, she got an answer to one of her questions.

The knots.

The numerous times her hair tangled.

How often did that bastard touch her mother? How many times did he have his way with her?

When she finds out who was responsible, she'll be sure to end their life.

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She had notified her mother's parents about what had transpired.

They will be meeting at noon to further discuss what would happen next.

The pristine white walls of the hospital that housed her mother brought nothing but anxiousness now. The sense of peace is now a distant dream. I guess all good things must come to an end.

A couple of old terrors were the first thing she saw when she opened the door, not her mother's peaceful face but the hard and judgmental ones that had once led her through life.

Greeting them with a small bow, she took her childhood spot behind them as the doctor closed the door behind them.

Before the good doctor could open their mouth, her grandmother spoke up, "We've decided to keep the child."

Her head snapped to the old crone, "What? Why? We should abort it!" Her voice raised. "Besides, she's in no condition to bear, much less give birth to a child!"

"You stay out of this!" The old man yelled, pointing at her mother's stomach, he continued on with bitterness. "That is the only thing we have left of her."

"She is my mother, I am her daughter!"

"You are also the daughter of the man who put her in this state." The elderly woman advanced toward her, "You stopped being a child of our house the moment you went and left to live with that other grandfather of yours. You abandoned this family when you walked out of our doorstep."

"Because I didn't have a choice!" She cried out, "Every day the two of you would make a point of how I ruined your daughter, of how much suffering my existence brings to you, and how I should take responsibility as that man's child! I am well aware of those facts with or without your constant barrage of hate." She was now yelling, "But mind you! Who was it that allowed their marriage in the first place?! Who was it that sat by and let some fuckboy bastard ruin their perfect little girl?! Honestly, what were you thinking?! Was it really all because of the mon-"

Her head snapped to the side, stumbling a bit, her right cheek stinging and hot.

Lowering an aged old calloused hand, the old man spoke to the now meek doctor, "Call security, take her out of this room." Once he saw the woman call over the guards, his eyes shifted to her, "I've been lenient enough to let you visit your mother but this, the disrespect you've shown us today, was the final straw. It's a good thing that I've already taken your name out of the family tree."

His next word broke her.

"You are now banned from ever seeing her."

Rough hands took a hold of her shoulders, "If you don't want me to file a restraining order against you, I advise you to refrain from further contact with me or anyone from my family." He nodded to the two guards, "Take her away."

[hnbxear]

New person, same old mistakes II

Yor was busy washing the dishes--or preferably the smell of blood from her last kill that still lingers on her hands. Loid and Anya are taking Bond for a walk outside, and she decided to do some productive things as a housewife--washing the dishes.

She suddenly remembered Anya's question earlier in the day.

"Mama, what is a sibling?" She instantly thought of Yuri, her baby brother that she cherishes so much. Time is so cruel, it felt like yesterday he was still a little boy. Now he got a proper job, proper life, which means whatever she's doing right now is quite pointless if Yuri now can take care of himself.

"Sibling is a gift from god! It's a very lucky feeling to have a sibling, having Yuri in my life I never feel alone, and I have something to live for!" (The way Yuri would cry a river if he heard this)

That's what she had said, and she meant every bits of it. She loved Yuri with everything of her, and she would make sure to protect him at all cost.

A knock on the door pulled her out of trance, washing her hands off the soapy liquid and turning the tap off. She rushed to the door as she dried her hands, pulling the door open with a twist of the knob.

"Hello, how can I…help you?" She had to lean up because damn, the guest are taller than her, even the woman beside the man. He scratches his neck, giving the woman beside him a glance. She gave him an encouraging nod, telling him to proceed.

"Hello ma'am, is Loid Forger home?" "Ah, he's not home, he's taking our dog for a walk with our daughter. Would you like to wait inside?" Yor offered to both the visitors. The man hesitated a bit, but agreeing nevertheless.

"If it doesn't bother you, then. Ah I almost forgot," he pulled off his glove, handing his hand for Yor to shake and giving her a smile.

"I'm Mike, Loid's brother."

The sudden appearance of Loid's brother startled Yor. Loid had never told her anything about having a brother--he's a very closed person. She have no idea what to do.

'Loid, please come home faster!!'

"We're very sorry to come at such short notice, but its been a long time, and we would like to surprise him!" "Ah no no it's all right! I'm just a bit startled since Loid never mentioned anything about a brother…" Mike looked at the tea cup on the table, his mind going elsewhere.

"I see, he's always been a private person, so I don’t blame him for not telling you. He's the 'if you don’t ask I don't tell' type of guy, please don’t take it to heart." he once again smiled, trying to calm the anxious wife in front of him.

Yor blushed at his kind gesture, and her anxiety dissipated slowly. Not only Mike is handsome, but he's also understanding too. It was no wonder how Mike is Loid's brother, they both are just the exact same copy of each other.

Ivanka--the dirty blonde haired lady smiled at the interaction and keep strolling around the house. Her violet shade orbs landed on the framed picture on the table, the one with the whole family, including Bond.

"Is this Anya?" She asked, and Yor was quick to turn around before answering.

"Yes. That's her." "She's grown a lot since the last time I've seen her-- she was only a baby back then!" Yor gasped. Does that mean Ivanka had met Anya's mother?

"Y-you've met Anya's mother?" Ivan nodded.

"I've met her mother, but it was only a short one since we only visited her once, then she suddenly passed away," She said with this sad tone at the end. Mike watched her as he sipped on his tea, sweat dropping at how gullible Yor is with Ivanka's convincing act. It reminds him of a certain boy.

"Mike! Oh gosh I thought you didn't make it-- what is this? You're a soldier now?" Mike felt the warmth on his cold cheeks comforting. He didn't answer, bobbing his head gently. Mrs. ███████ smiled, her hands smoothing out his shoulder with comfort swelled in her heart, until she have seen clearly that Mike hadn’t worn Westalia uniform. She immediately jerked herself away.

"Wh-what are you wearing…? Mike what are you wearing?!" The eyes that looked at him with such love and comfort quickly turned into pure disgust and disbelieve. How could he wear the Ostania's uniform and so casually enter their home?

"How dare you come to us with that uniform?! Please tell me this is one of your jokes!"

"How are you faring so far, Yor? I take that it was pretty much a hassle to take care of a toddler, especially like Anya," Mike asked as he put the cup back on the table, right on the saucer.

Yor shook her head, a soft smile adorning her lips. "It wasn't much of a hassle, I enjoy every second of it. Miss Anya is such a sweetheart!"

"I want you to get out of here. I don't need those things, we don't need those, we'd rather starve to death than eat from a traitor's hand." She said, pushing away the food supplies he had brought for them. "Please go."

"Mom—"

"Don't call me that! You're not my son, neither you are ██████'s brother! You are a traitor, Mike. I regret everything we have. Now please, go."

"Ah, then I'm glad that you're happy to be her mother." Yor and Ivanka chatted for a while, with Mike occasionally butted in when necessary. The time was neither fast or slow, and Mike dislike it. He was never a patient man. He hates not knowing what to expect. He—

"We're h—" "We're home! Is that a cake?!"

Mike turned to look at the door, where Loid...Twilight? Or was it..█████ who stood still at the doorstep, as if his feet were nailed on the floor.

Explosions rang through the ears of the weak-hearted soldiers, and that includes █████'s.

"Spoofy! What are you doing?! We must go!" █████ under the name Roland Spoofy immediately stood up to his feet. He didn't know whose name it belonged to, but he knew well enough to not use his real name.

The war between the East and West seemed to be never ending. The explosion ironically looked a bit similar like a sunset, the war was a fastly diminished hope of peace. He didn't know when was the last time he had seen a sun without artilleries booming around him.

"M-Mike.." Mike smiled. It's been a long time since they met last time. It was nice to see him not in danger, with all the scars from the battlefield. He almost wished he just stayed just like this.

"It's been a long time, little brother."

"I'm sorry. But it's for the best."

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unedited. will do later.

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Lt. Natasha “Phoenix” Trace — Fluffy Headcanons ❤️‍🔥 | Top Gun Maverick Headcanon

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Dancing is weekly occurrence when in a relationship w/ Phoenix. She loves dancing and its better when she gets to hold you in her arms or spin you around. You two are the main attraction when you go to dance clubs. Sometimes when you’re home Phoenix will play music just to sway you side to side.

Whenever Phoenix lets her hair down you automatically love to run your fingers through it. She’s always keeping it up per regulation but you relish when its down in its natural wave. You especially love when its hair washing day and she needs your assistance. “Babe, can you help me with—.” “YES!”

Phoenix loves to cook and is always trying new recipes. You’ll be her taste tester and when its your turn in the kitchen she can’t help but stand to the side and watch you. You are that couple who plan your week’s worth of meals and go to the commissary or grocery store together to get the stuff. But never go on an empty stomach—cause then you leave with your cart overflowing with shit you didn’t come for in the first place.

Y’all are the ones who would host a Friendsgiving w/ the other members of the Dagger Squad. It became a tradition with y’all having a specific theme each year. One year it was everyone had to make a dish that started with the first letter of their name, then another you all dressed up ad Maverick. This past year involved going around the table and unpacking celebrity scandals.

You and Nat are not just partners, but each other’s best friend & cheerleader. In the gym you are pushing each other to get another rep in. When it comes to your jobs you’re both there to listen when the other needs to rant about the rough day they had. “Today the Gs were just too much and it gave me a headache. I was off target by five seconds.” You two are always going out of your way to make sure the other knows they are loved. Even if it small & simple gestures. “I ran you a bath if you’re feeling up to it. I went out yesterday to get those bath salts you love.”

Date night is a weekly ritual. They mostly consist of walks on the beach, dinner and movie night, of going to the arcade since you two are competitive. You’ll go to the fair when its in town or splurge on a concert every once and a while. It’s something you always look forward to at the end of the week when you’re free from nights nose deep in work where you can enjoy time with your lover.

Phoenix is a total book worm, in fact, the reason y’all met was because she saw you reading a favorite book if hers in a cafe. She was on her lunch break and needed a quick coffee to keep her going when she spotted you in the corner table completely invested in the book you had. When she saw the title —and how absolutely gorgeous you were—Nat walked up to you saying, “that’s a great book you’ve got there. One of my favorite reads this year. What part are you at?” You, completely speechless by the beautiful woman in front of you, stuttered out a response. Before Nat knew it she was well over her lunch break after you two fell deep into discussion over the main character. Once y’all became official, you guys would have nights where you cuddled up to Nat just to listen to her read aloud.

If you’re an artist of some form—photographer, musician, painter, writer, poet, etc—Nat would be your muse. Anything that came to your creative mind often involved her in some way, shape, or form. Your memory card would be filled with images of her doing candid things like reading, cooking, working on her car, or simply walking down the street ahead of you. The song book with pages upon pages of lyrics referenced her doe eyes and gorgeous smile. The protagonist/love interest of your novel would be based around her personality. Paintings often depicted Nat or drew inspiration from your relationship.

Rooster and Bob are your closest friends in the squad. Bob because he wad Nats backseater and best friend, and Rooster because not only did he know Nat the longest but also was the first to welcome you to their little family. He’d be the first person you’d go to when asking for advice on what to get Nat for birthday, anniversary, promotion and what not. You and Bob often have deep discussions where he gives wonderful advice whenever you’re seeking a third party opinion.

Nat loved dogs so expect to have multiple in your home. You guys are always fostering to help the local animal shelter—which sometimes makes you regret it since you always cry when an animal you’ve attached to has to leave. You guys have adopted four fur babies and must live off base since on base residents are only required two pets. And there’s no way in hell you’re surrendering/re-homing your fur children. “Wait Nat, they’ve all bonded—we can’t separate them!!” “Then we’re gonna need a bigger house, baby….one with a giant yard.”