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auspicious (pt. 2)
jayce x f!reader x viktor / jayvik x reader
3k words, MDNI
description: After confronting the boys and teasing them for long enough, you finally get what you want.
warnings: nsfw content, full complete total smut, MMF threesome, f!receiving oral, double penetration, all characters are sort of switches i suppose, double creampies! hooray!
a/n: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE ON PART ONE!!! it was entirely unexpected, but i loved hearing that all of you enjoyed it. it was my first ever tumblr fic, but there will be plenty more and my request box is VERY open.
Something in their eyes turns dark when you utter those words. Not utter, exactly, they were more of a proclamation. Maybe it was your confidence that threw them off so intensely, but how could you not be confident in a dress like that, after two glasses of wine, and knowing that the two most attractive men youâve ever laid eyes on have been wanting you for months?
It made all the late nights and restless mornings worth it to be sprawled out on their cozy lab couch wearing practically just a strip of fabric, watching them eye you like dogs.
âWhat is it with you two? Do I need to write you a formal invitation?â
Surprisingly, Viktor moves first. When he gets to the couch he drops his cane as if it was a crumb off his coffeecake. Then Jayce follows, filling the spot behind you as you face Viktor on the other end of the couch. Jayceâs calloused hands wrap around your waist, feeling every inch of the delicate skin exposed by your low hanging dress. Viktorâs delicate hands cup your jaw.
âYou have no idea how long Iâve been wanting this,â Viktor says, his voice raspier than youâve ever heard before.
âHeyââ Jayce squeezes your hips firmly and pulls you back into his chest. His fingers trace the long slit up the side of your leg and brush the fabric to the side, exposing your thighs. âHow long we have been waiting for this.â
âDid you ever talk about meâabout thisâwith each other?â You have a million dirty questions to ask them now that you have them at your disposal, and this seems like a good place to start.
âItâs hard not to,â Jayce says. âEvery time you would come into the lab in that little skirtâŠâ
âThings as small as lingering touches when passing toolsâŠâ Viktor added, his mouth dipping low to kiss your exposed collarbone.
âAnytime you did anything vaguely exciting⊠letâs just say the thought of sharing you is very familiar to us.â Jayceâs low, rough voice mutters against your neck. He punctuates his sentence with a nip at the soft skin as Viktor pulls away from your clavicle.
âWould you like that?â Viktor asks, his fingers delicately wrapping a strand of your hair around his long, slim finger. âFor Jayce and I to share you?â
And suddenly theyâve monopolized this interaction. So much for all that confidenceâthrown out the window as soon as they show a sliver of dominance.
âSpeak up,â Jayce says, grasping your chin firmly and lifting it so that your face is flush with Viktorâs.
âYes,â you finally utter. âIâd like that very very much.â
âGood,â Viktor says, his accent thicker and his voice raspy.
His thumb traces along your jaw until his hand seats itself on the back of your neck. His fingers slide into your hair. Youâd never realized how big his hands were until then, as one wrapped around the back of your head, tugging softly at your hair as Jayce rubbed your bottom lip with his thumb, pulling gently downward to part your pretty lips. They really were fantastic partners, aiding each other in research. And there you were, their perfect little assistant, providing them with something to study.
You donât realize how heavily your heart is thudding against your ribs until Viktorâs lips are exploring yours and your heart is the loudest thing in the room, second only to your little whimper as you realize Jayce is doing some exploring of his own. His calloused fingers brush your bare thigh beneath the slit of your dress and dip between your legs as his chest presses against your back. With the hand that once rested on your chin, he pulls the apex of the slit higher, so that your lacy black panties are exposed to the cold air of the lab.
âFuck,â Jayce mutters at the sight of them. You feel as his hardening cock twitches against your back, eliciting a moan from your mouth that vibrates against Viktorâs lips.
You whine as he pulls away from the kiss to take a look at what Jayce has discovered.
âDonât everyone look at once,â you joke, but your breathlessness and heaving chest donât exactly contribute to the punchline.
Viktor smiles for a moment, but his eyes drift to your shoulder. More specifically, the fallen strap of the dress which leaves your shoulder exposed.
âYouâve been in this dress all night,â Viktor says, smiling as he looks at Jayce over your shoulder. âI canât imagine itâs very comfortableâŠâ
âDo you often imagine how uncomfortable my clothes are, Viktor?â You ask, returning his smirk as Jayce slips the remaining strap off of your other shoulder.
âAll the time,â he says, taking the next step off of Jayceâs hands and sliding the bodice off your dress downward, then letting Viktor return to pushing down the remnants of the dress so that it pools around your ankles.
âAnd much more, it would seemâŠor sound, rather.â Jayce laughs in a low tone, the vibrations of his chest against the bare skin of your back causing your stomach to flutter. âLoudest housemate ever.â
âOh really?â You ask, mouth agape as Viktor slides off the couch with a smirk on his face, bringing your legs with him. He pivots you so that youâre sitting with your back against the cushions now, and heâs kneeling between your parted legs. Only your cute little panties separate his face from your best kept secret.
âHearsay,â Viktor rolls his eyes as he kisses up your thigh. âAnd from the man who doesnât even close his door when he thinks of youâŠâ
âI close it. The walls are justâŠthin.â Jayce replies, placing his hand on your chin once more to turn your face to his. âAnd I canât help how much noise I make.â His voice lowers and his eyes flutter shut, preparing for his turn with your lips.
Jayce is a much rougher kisser than Viktor. Handsier, too. His hand slides up your waist, grazing your chest, before finally landing on the expanse of your tilted back neck. If he choked you to death right now, you could die happy. But he wonât. He just squeezes gently as his tongue explores your mouth, his grip a reminder that heâs been wanting you for three long months. You can imagine how it must have felt for both of the boys to have you within arms reach, pushed away only by their own semblances of professionality. Actuallyâyou can taste it, too. And you can feel it as two fingers press against your clothed cunt and you let a moan echo into Jayceâs persistent mouth.
Viktor lifts a leg onto his shoulder, and you feel two of his calloused fingertips pulling aside the lace of your panties. With only the tip of Viktorâs tongue, youâre a whining mess against Jayceâs. Jayce pulls away from you with a condescending laugh, wanting to catch a glimpse of Viktorâs meal.
âFuck,â he rasps. âI never thought my lab partner and I would have our tongues on the same girl at the same time.â
âDonât lie,â Viktor looks up, a grin on his glistening lips. âIâve heard my name through those thin walls, too.â
âShut up,â Jayce groans, and guides Viktorâs head back to your cunt. âDoes that feel good, sweetheart?â
âY-yes,â you manage to utter, miraculously. Youâd heard Jayce tease Viktor time after time about his inexperience with women. Youâd be surprised that Viktor was this good at eating you out if you werenât familiar with what a meticulous learner Viktor was. A true perfectionist.
As Viktor sucks on your clit, Jayce lowers his head and sucks marks onto your neck, one hand still on Viktorâs head, feeding you to him.
âPleaseâŠâ you whimper, not sure exactly what youâre even asking for until you feel your impending release.
Viktor laughs against your core. âPlease what, my love?â
âPlease, Iâm gonna⊠mmph! Iââ The leg that rests on Viktorâs back bends so that heâs pulled closer.
âDonât stop, Vik, sheâs close.â Jayceâs grip on your jaw tightens and he pulls you ever so slightly downward to watch Viktor. âIs that right, sweetheart? Use your words.â
You nod emphatically, opening your lips but fuck itâs so incredibly difficult for you to form words when there isnât an adjective on the planet that can describe how heâs making you feel. âIâm gonnaâŠIâm gonna cum, please, please donât stop.â
âGood girl,â Jayce says, his grip loosening as he goes in to kiss you again while your climax hits you like a tidal wave. Jayce feels the impact of it against his mouth in the form of your own, needy, whimpering moans.
Your legs begin to shake, but Viktorâs hands wrap around your thighs, holding you still as he shows no signs of stopping. Heâs going to grant your begging wishes and ride this out with you, his tongue dancing along your clit, his fingers spreading you wide so itâs certain he wonât miss a spot.
Once youâve settled, Viktor pulls away, wiping the arousal from his lips with the back of his hand. Youâve seen him exhausted, aching, and messy, but youâve never seen him with such a powerful glint of desperation in his eyes.
âDid that feel good, sweetheart?â Jayce asks, his fingers combing through your hair.
Viktor seats himself on the couch again, drawn to your collarbone again, this time using his fingers to navigate the delicate clavicle.
You nod, but it takes every ounce of effort you have to lift your head up repeatedly.
âWeâre not done with you just yet,â Jayce says, getting up off of the couch, âif thatâs alright with you.â
The request is almost rhetorical. Of course itâs alright with you. He knows that. If the wanton, needy little noises you were still making in agreement were any sign of the pleasure you derived from this arrangement, you could go on until morning.
âViktor, take your pants off,â Jayce demands, standing over the two of you.
âWho decided youâd be calling the shots for tonight?â Viktor asked, breathlessly, raising one eyebrow.
âIf you donât want to, Iâll gladly take your plaââ
Viktor rushed to take his pants off. You helped him with the belt buckle and in sliding them down his legs. As you do, Jayce fully removes your panties. It doesnât make much of a difference, now that the two men have seen every inch of you.
As Viktorâs pants come off, you see the impressive imprint of his cock underneath his boxers.
âCan I?â You ask gently, lowering your hand to hover over his cock.
âWeâre past that,â Viktor says, grinning as he takes your hand and guides it to his length. You dip your fingers under the waistband of his boxers and pull them downward so that they pool at his thighs.
Wow.
Youâd always sort of assumed that since Viktor was so skinny that he couldnât be hiding much. How wrong you were. Your lips part slightly, already salivating for him. You begin to stroke his cock, ready for him to push your head onto his shaft until you canât breathe, but you hear a tongue clicking behind you.
âNo need for that,â Jayce says. âI think weâll save that treat for the workday. For nowâŠâ
Jayceâs strong hands find their grip on your waist on your right leg, pulling you to straddle Viktorâs lap.
âI donât think either of us can wait any longer for this,â you look back at Jayce as he speaks, watching as he unbuckles his own belt and shed his pants along with his dress shirt.
Now this one, you expected. With the amount of female âadvisorsâ youâve seen watching Jayce in the forge, thereâs no way he wasnât packing.
âIâm inclined to agree,â Viktor says, his hands falling at either side of your waist and lining you up with the wet tip of his cock, already ruined with precum.
âI should start preparing you back hereâŠâ Jayce says as his large hands find purchase on the round of your ass.
âAre you ready, my love?â Viktor asks with a kiss to your wrist as he lines the tip of his cock up with your entrance, swiping it a few times to ensure youâre wet enough for his entry. Youâre beyond wet enough. âIt would seem you areâŠâ He laughs as he pushes your hips down on him.
Even though you hadnât taken your eyes off of Viktorâs cock since you took it out, the size still surprised you as he pressed into your wet cunt.
âFuckâŠâ Viktor groaned as his neck fell back against the couch cushions. âYou feelâŠeven better than I imagined.â
You canât even form a sentence to reply. The stretch is so intense youâve forgotten every word in the English language. You canât even move, paralyzed on his length. Luckily, Viktor solves that problem for you, thrusting up into you suddenly, so that all you can do is let out a strained squeal. Your hands grip his shoulders but you canât even worry about how your nails might be hurting him, although if his grin is any consolation, he might even be enjoying the pain.
Jayce trails a line of kisses down your spine and when you look back, heâs kneeling on the ground, spitting on two fingers. You barely have time to process what that might mean before those two fingers plunge into your unfilled hole.
âFuck!â You exclaim, the first word that you can remember in these trying times. The pain lasts only a second before the feeling sends flutters into your stomach, and elsewhere. With renewed vigor, you begin to let yourself bounce on Viktorâs cock, eliciting a lovely little whine from him.
âTell me how he feels, baby,â Jayce says, removing his two fingers.
âSoâŠso good.â
âI know you can be more descriptive than that,â Jayce laughs as he gets up to stand, wiping some spit onto his plump tip and stroking it.
âIâve wanted this for so longâŠâ you say, the truest sentence in your head the first full one you can form. âSo long⊠itâs so longâŠâ Okay, back to putting the âsenselessâ in âfucked senseless.â
The boys laugh, but Viktorâs is a strained, breathless laugh.
âPlease JayceâŠâ you beg, looking back at him over your arched back. âI want both of youâŠâ
âWhatever you say,â Jayce says with a crooked grin as he wraps his hands around your waist, just above Viktorâs, who finds it in him to stop you from bouncing to allow Jayce his entry.
With a full, unexpected thrust, Jayce is completely in you. The stretch burns like Hell at first, but God youâve never felt so full before.
Jayce lets out a desperate groan, not moving for a few more seconds. When Viktor thrusts into you, Jayce reacts with a moan.
âFuck, I canâŠI can feel your cock, Vik,â Jayce says, letting out a breathy laugh.
âLucky you,â Viktor laughs as he continues to lift his hips to meet your cervix.
With a dismissive scoff, Jayce finally finds the will to thrust again, even if it just results in more wanton, wasted little moans from his mouth: noises you didnât even think he could make.
With both of them inside you at once, thrusts alternating and hitting spots within you that make you scream their names, it wonât be long until your second orgasm of the night.
Jayceâs hand reaches for your hair, taking a cluster of it and pulling you so that your back arches and your shoulders are flush with his. He cheeks your cheek with a contrasting delicateness and whispers in your ear, âSuch a good girl for us. Isnât she the best, Vik?â
âBetter than our hands, absolutely,â Viktor jokes as his chest heaves and his forehead contorts. Heâs close, you can tell.
âFuck, youâre so tight,â Jayce says, releasing your hair and focusing all of his efforts onto your tight little hole, stretching you impossibly wide.
âI-I donât think I can take much more,â Viktor utters.
âMe neither,â you whimper, pressing your head into the nook between Viktorâs head and shoulder. âOh fuckâŠâ
âCum for us, baby,â Jayce says, squeezing your ass cheeks as his last few thrusts are used up. Itâs not long before you feel his cock twitching, sending spurts of hot cum into your bottom. âGods! Fuck, baby!â
The sight of the two of you losing your composure above Viktor is enough to send him over, and as you fall onto the full length of his cock after riding out your own orgasm, he pumps you full of his seed as well, whimpering like a wounded puppy as he ruts into you helplessly one final time. Youâre all a pile of spent, sweaty, fucked out messes.
Jayce reluctantly pulls out of you, leaving a splatter of cum falling from your hole onto Viktorâs lap.
âSorry,â he laughs as he collides with the couch beside Viktor.
You try to pull off Viktor's cock to provide him some relaxation, but he holds you still. âPlease, donâtâŠdonât move yet. I want this to last as long as possible.â
âFeeling sentimental, Vik?â Jayce teases, running a hand through his lab partnerâs sweaty hair.
âFeelingâŠlike Iâd like to memorize this feeling before I go to bed tonight.â
You laugh and kiss the bridge of his nose before resting your head on Jayceâs neighboring shoulder. âI shouldâve put âhandling two cocksâ on my resume. Maybe then you two would have actually read it.â
âWell, youâre more than welcome to list us as references on future resumes,â Jayce laughs, rubbing your hand softly as the three of you come down from your shared highs. âIâm glad you decided to come tonight. To the gala, I mean.â
You and Viktor both laugh.
âNext time, you wonât have to deal with crude men asking you to dance,â Viktor says as he kisses the top of your head. âYouâll be busy at our side the whole night.â
âIâm never going to move past the pretty little lab assistant allegations, am I?â You smiled into Jayceâs sturdy, shuddering shoulder.
âMaybe not,â Viktor said. âBut why should you? You are our beautiful little lab assistant.â
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Sloane nodded thoughtfully and absorbed the single parent idea with just a small element of sadness, he knew she had lost her mother from their discussions on the constellations. He hoped it wouldn't be too painful for her to think about in the mission but he trusted her to say if it was the case. "We'll do that then, I am sure I can tug on the right strings to get them to let her in." He put on his very best sad expression, which was very convincing before he let it fade back into a warm smile for her.
"Yes I am hoping tonight will be a case of two birds and one stone." He looked to Killian and Violet, "maybe four stones, but that just means we can hit harder." He partly teased but he had promised they would do what they could to try and reverse what had been done to the student and it would start with catching and 'questioning' whoever it was behind the experiments. Fully understanding what it was Samantha was suggesting in her 'asking' idea.
He saw how he had made her speechless and he put a hand around her shoulder to pull her back into a small hug, caring and thoughtful hoping he had not upset her even as she thanked him. "They can still pick and chose who to send where," Sloane said of Delta Green and maternity leave, "perhaps you can be the person to start implementing the idea of maternity leave." He suggested with a flash of a smile. "But you should not put your life on hold for fear of things that might not even happen. You give so much to the missions and to the world that you deserve your chance to take a step back and live the life which you're protecting. You can put measures into place for your family. I have and when that time comes, just give me a clue and we'll talk through what you can do."
Theo was a little blown away at the idea of Fire Vampires looking and acting like bolts of lighting. He was struggling to work out if they were real or if Violet was perhaps being told something of a weird urban legend about them. But she had said she had captured them. It was very hard to believe, everything she said and had been through but for the rollercoaster of emotions already that night, he was happier to accept rather than question it as he went off to find the soda cans.
He picked up enough of them that they were spilling from his arms as he made his way back from the trash can. Not even batting an eye at having rummaged through it, too excited in the moment to at least feign disgust, but nice collage campus bins in the campus theatre were a safe bet compared to what he sometimes ended up picking through in New York. "Here we go," he said as he moved to the far side of the stage from her to start setting the cans out at different heights, some on the floor, some on a bench and desk.
Sloane gave Violet a smile and a very clear thumbs up for her showing him the crossbow as he nearly spoke out of the side of his mouth to Samantha. "We should probably limit the ammunition on that one." He suggested as he watched a fifteen year old waving around what had been a deadly weapon for centuries now. "I hope her aim is as good as she said it was." But Sloane made no attempt to stop either Violet or Killian, perhaps because he wanted to see if it would work and if he could and should let Violet use it in their plan.
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Yes, it would be a lot more fun. "You're right," she admitted anyway, "let's try to play the teacher card first. You could tell them that you have her for the weekend but have to work late tonight. The single dad angle should mellow out whoever's in charge of the dorms." She spoke from experience.
"I bet we can finish the mission tonight," she echoed, perhaps more optimistic, or too optimistic. But like Sloane had said so himself, once they had the monster trapped, they could easily lure the man behind this awful experiment! "Whoever did this to this poor student might even know how to undo it. It'll be worth it to ask him once we have him." And by 'ask', Samantha did mean 'use force if necessary'. Which Violet would not be allowed to witness.
Sloane's words left her speechless for a moment. She blushed, teary-eyed. "Thank you," she finally managed after a few seconds, "I would like that, you know. Be a mother. But as long as I'm on the field... Delta Green doesn't really offer maternity leave." She looked at Violet and thought about how she adored her father. Then she thought about her own father. She loved him too. But she had still raised herself, in the end. "What if something happens to me? What if my kid loses me?" Her eyelashes fluttered. "I'm sorry." She knew Sloane had kids of her own.
Oh, right. This Theo didn't know about Fire Vampires. And she hoped he would never have to encounter one. "Fire Vampires look like huge bolts of lightning," she explained, "once they touch something, it bursts into flames. But as it turned out, they don't just look like lightning, they work like it too. So, they were immediately trapped inside my lightning rods." She grinned. "They seemed quite unhappy about it.
Violet trusted that he knew where to find empty cans -after all, he had been posing as a student at this university. She waited as he trotted to one of the bins, excited to try her crossbow. When she seemed to notice Sloane was looking at her, she waved in his direction and proudly pointed at the crossbow.
Samantha's smile was a little bit tense as she waved back. "If her weapon-making skills are on par with her trap-making skills... I think it will." Which was good, right? And also very worrying.
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Asking Out the Twisted Wonderland Cast (Multi TWST cast X Reader)
Summary: Sometimes, you can't just wait for good things to happen to you. Time to screw your courage to the sticking place and finally ask out that boy you like!
AN: I meant for these each to be like 200 word drabbles. Some of them kind of got away from me, lol.
Cross-posted on my AO3 TheGhostInTheKitchen
Warnings: Fluff, AFAB reader with she/her pronouns.
Part 2: First Dates
The sounds of the NRC cafeteria clattered around the group of first years. Utensils scraping on plates, sizzling from the open window to the kitchen, a hundred different conversations from all sides. Their small group sat clustered around their table, nestled close together to be heard over the general din.Â
âIâm just saying,â Ace said, mouth half full.Â
âYouâre always âjust sayingâ,â Deuce said.Â
Ace shoved him. âIâm just saying, if you want to try out for the anchor position on the track team you have to actually ask for it. Get Coach Vargas and donât stop bugging him until he sees what you can do! No oneâs going to just wait for it to happen.âÂ
âAnd Iâm saying it doesn't do any good to be a nuisance when I donât even know if Iâm good enough yet. I might as well wait till tryouts next semester.âÂ
âNo, no, heâs right,â (Y/N) said, distantly.Â
âYeah!â Ace said. âWait, right about what?âÂ
âYou canât just wait for stuff to happen to you. If you really want something you have to go and take it for yourself.â She stood abruptly, face determined. âI need to ask something.âÂ
Ace:
âAce!âÂ
Ace jumped, brushing off crumbs from his jacket. âWhat? What did I do now?âÂ
âDo you want to go out with me?âÂ
Epel choked, Jack thumping him on the back. Deuce looked like she had just insulted his mother. Sebek rolled his eyes as he took another bite. Ortho gasped, leaning forward, eyes wide and excited.Â
âI-What?â Ace stuttered, his face rapidly turning red. âWhere the heck did that come from?âÂ
âYou were just saying you shouldnât wait for something you want. I like you, I have for a while now. So, do you want to go out?âÂ
Ace stuttered out a reply, slapping on his normal cocky smile but decidedly not meeting (Y/N)âs eyes. âI mean, yeah, of course you fell for me! Itâs about time you said something. But, um, yeah, Iâd like that. A lot.âÂ
âWell,â Deuce said, rolling his eyes. âItâs about time one of you said something.âÂ
âHey!â Ace shouted. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?âÂ
(Y/N) playfully shoved him. âOh, please, donât act like I havenât noticed that you like me too. Youâre not subtle about it.âÂ
âWhat made you think that?âÂ
âAce, within the first week of me being here you asked to sleep in the same bed as me twice.âÂ
From another table, definitely not eavesdropping, Riddle fainted.Â
Deuce:
âDeuce!â Deuce jumped at (Y/N) suddenly shouting his name. âI need your help with something. Can you come with me for a second?âÂ
âOh, yeah, sure, of course.â Deuce ignored Aceâs pointed look. Deuce followed (Y/N) out of the cafeteria down the halls. âWhere are we going?âÂ
(Y/N) suddenly turned around, Deuce almost colliding with her. Before he could apologize, she took his hands, looking up into his eyes as he felt blood rush to his cheeks.Â
âI just wanted somewhere more private,â She said. âDeuce, I really like you. Will you go out with me?âÂ
âI-huh?! I mean, yeah, yes! I like you, too!â He rubbed the back of his head and looked away shyly. âMan, I wanted to ask you out first.âÂ
(Y/N) grinned. âReally? How were you going to do it?âÂ
âWell, my mom said that when my dad first asked her out he got her this big bouquet of flowers. But he ended up being allergic to them so he kept sneezing the whole time. She took him to the infirmary at their school and he had to write it down since his face was too swollen to talk.âÂ
âWell, I wouldnât say no to flowers. Maybe we can skip the rest of that, though.âÂ
Deuce marched over to the cut out window of the hallway, opening out onto the quad. Reaching over, he plucked a fluffy pink peony from one of the bushes. He came back to (Y/N), suddenly very flustered, and held it out to her.Â
â(Y/N),â He began.Â
She clasped her hands together. âYes?âÂ
âWould you do me the honor of - Ah!â Deuce yelped as a bee flew out of the peony blossom, shooting for Deuceâs face to sting him.Â
Turns out, they did spend time in the infirmary. But, after (Y/N) kissed his cheek and gently held the flower, Deuce didnât seem to mind too much.Â
Trey:Â
âOw!âÂ
Trey paused outside the Heartslabyul kitchen as he heard the exclamation from inside. He was planning on testing out a new bread recipe his parents had sent him and wasnât expecting anyone else to be using the kitchen that day. He peaked in, seeing (Y/N), Grim, Ace, and Deuce crowded around the island in the middle. (Y/N) was blowing on a burn on her hand, Grim rifling through the pantry for various sweets, and Ace and Deuce waving away smoke from a burnt pastry freshly pulled from the oven.Â
âI told you!â (Y/N) said. âYou canât just raise the temperature for it to cook faster, itâll just burn!âÂ
âWell, sorry for trying to make your confession go faster before you chicken out,â Ace said.Â
âIâm not going to chicken out! Probably. Maybe. What if the pie burning is an omen?âÂ
âI wouldnât read too deeply into it,â Trey said, entering the kitchen. The first years jumped, (Y/N)âs eyes going wide and she stared at the floor.Â
âWell!â Deuce said, grabbing Ace and Grim and hurrying them out the door. âOmen or not, thatâs our cue to leave. Good luck, (Y/N)!âÂ
Silence echoed around the two of them as the door of the kitchen thunked closed. (Y/N) fiddled with her fingers, still not looking up. Trey walked around the island, looking at the smoldering pie. There was a mostly neat lattice across the bubbling fruit, with extra crust cut into letters around the rim.Â
ââTrey,ââ He read. ââWill you-ââ
âAh! No, wait!â (Y/N) jumped forward, covering it with her hands. She jumped back as her palm accidentally hit the hot pie tin, giving her another burn.Â
âOh, wait, hang on.â Trey quickly went over to the sink, grabbing a clean towel and soaking it in cold water. He gently took her hand, pressing it to the burn. (Y/N) chewed her lip. âYou know, Iâd be happy to help if you want to try again. Iâve been wanting to try this new butter pie crust thatâs good with custards and-â
âI really like you!â (Y/N) blurted out, face going as hot as the burn on her hand. âWould you want to go out with me? Please?âÂ
Trey tightened his grip on her hand, careful to avoid the injury. He smiled, laughing. âI was wondering if I should say it first. I guess you beat me to it. Yes, (Y/N), Iâd love to go out with you.â Â
Cater:Â
Cater was relaxing in the Heartslabyul gardens, a can of red paint discarded beside him. He hummed something the pop music club had been working on as he scrolled through Magicam. He took a quick selfie, winking, tongue out with a peace sign, before refreshing his feed.Â
He paused when he saw (Y/N) come across his dash. She was smiling brightly, one arm arched above her head and the other held down at an angle to create half a heart. The word âWillâ was written in bubbly cartoon letters in the middle. A few posts later, there was a second photo, an almost perfect mirror of the first to complete the heart. The word âYouâ was written in the middle of this one.Â
Cater almost felt like he was solving a puzzle as he searched the rest of his feed for more posts. Each had (Y/N) in a dramatic pose, adding another word to complete the sentence, âGo,â âOut,â âWithâ, âMe.â When he realized it was a request to ask someone out, he couldnât help but feel a little deflated. He shook his head. Of course (Y/N) would be crushing on someone. With all the adventures she had gone on during their time at NRC, it would make sense to develop strong feelings. He tried to quiet the voice in his head that hoped those strong feelings would go his way. Well, whatever, that just meant he had to keep a close eye on whoever had earned her affections, maybe give them a good threatening to treat her right while he was at it.Â
Cater tapped on her name, taking him to her Magicam profile. It felt like just the other day when he was helping her set it up. He sighed at the happy memory. For a second, it occurred to him that the message (Y/N) had been spelling out in pictures didnât end with a question mark. He thought it was weird. Was it a mistake? Then his eye caught on the latest picture, posted just a second before.Â
It was a selfie of (Y/N) holding a large bouquet of yellow and orange flowers, marigolds, daisies, and buttercups. The majority of the frame was over her shoulder, showing Cater himself sitting against the hedges. His name was drawn in the same cartoon font with a question mark, surrounded by a heart. Â
Cater snapped up, whirling around. He quickly whipped away the happy tears budding at the corner of his eyes as he saw (Y/N) waiting for him. The flowers were crushed between them as he scooped her up in a tight hug, both of them laughing.Â
(They both carefully rearranged the flowers after to be presentable for the mandatory #TogetherForever couple photoshoot after.)Â
Riddle:Â
Riddle frowned at the commotion building from the Heartslabyul common room. He could make out the familiar rising sounds of Ace and Deuceâs voices. He began marching to the source of the racket, faltering a little when he heard (Y/N)âs voice joining in. Mentally scolding himself from eavesdropping (it wasnât eavesdropping, he was keeping tabs on his dorm mates, thatâs it) he hovered near the cracked open door.Â
âNo, wait!â (Y/N) said. âWe canât use coral roses! I said pink!âÂ
Ace huffed. âWhatâs the difference?âÂ
(Y/N) tapped a small dark red book she was holding. âCoral roses symbolize desire, pink roses mean admiration and happiness. Iâm not trying to scare him off before I can even ask him out!âÂ
Before he could even think about it, Riddle threw open the door, shouting, âJust what is going on here?âÂ
Everyone inside jumped. Riddle swept his eyes across the room, taking in the bundles and bundles of roses in multiple colors carefully poised on every surface. Ace and Deuce were meticulously balancing a bouquet in the chandelier, plucking out the offending coral colored roses. Cater was smirking in the corner, phone poised to capture everything. Trey chuckled behind his own large bouquet of yellow roses..Â
âUm,â She said, startled by his interruption. Taking a deep breath, she set the book down and picked up a bouquet of lavender roses, shoving them in Riddleâs direction.Â
âLavender,â He thought. âLove at first sight.âÂ
âRiddle!â She said, probably a little too loudly. âI really like you! Would you go out with me?âÂ
The silence that followed was deafening. Cater tried to break the tension with a laugh. âAww, (Y/N),â He said. âWhat happened to that whole speech you had?âÂ
âHe surprised me!â She said. âOh, wait, hang on, I still have it.â Without thinking, she shoved the bouquet in Riddleâs arms, searching her pockets to pull out a neatly folded piece of notebook paper. âAhem. Riddle, I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer. These past few months have been a torment. I came to Heartslabuyl with the single objective to see you. I-âÂ
âEveryone out!â Riddle shouted. As the group scuttled to the door, he pointed at (Y/N). âNot you.âÂ
The door thudded behind them, Ace and Deuce giving a quick thumbs up and what was supposed to be a confident smile as they left. (Y/N) crinkled the paper in her hands.Â
âIt gets better,â She said meekly. âThe speech. Although I guess in the movie it ends with a rejection too. I should have used the one from the end, or Shakespeare maybe. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more - well, I guess you're not very temperate. Wait, let me try again.âÂ
â(Y/N),â He said. He held the lavender flowers tightly. âYou know what this means?âÂ
âOh, the flowers? Yeah, I, um, Iâve been studying.â She picked the book back up, shyly holding it up. Riddle could read the title now: The Queen of Hearts Guide to Courtship and Love.Â
âYou,â Riddle said, feeling his face heat up. He held up the flowers. âYou mean it? Really?âÂ
(Y/N) took a step towards him, understanding softening the worry on her face. âOf course. I wanted to ask you out and I thought, well,â She waved at the multicolored roses, laughing. âGo big or go home, right?âÂ
âIt certainly is a statement.â Riddle picked up a yellow rose with red tipping the petals and handed it to her. (Y/N) recognized the colors immediately as meaning âFalling in love.â She gasped in happiness, jumping forward to wrap Riddle in a tight hug.Â
Leona:Â
âRuggie!â Ruggie paused as he heard (Y/N) call his name. She jogged over to him where he held Leonaâs typical boxed lunch order. âHey, thatâs for Leona, right? Do you mind if I bring it to him? Thereâs something important I have to talk to him about.â Ruggie considered it for a moment before shrugging and handing it over, but not before stealing a couple of chips to pop into his mouth as he strolled away.Â
(Y/N) found Leona in his normal spot, a hidden alcove in the gardens in the biodome. He was laying on his back, arms crossed behind his head, and eyes closed as he dozed. He cracked his eye open as (Y/N) approached.Â
âHi,â She said, kneeling down beside him.Â
âHmm,â He replied.Â
âI have something important to ask you.âÂ
âAre you going to try and make me get up?â âNo.âÂ
âAlright, ask away.âÂ
âWill you go out with me?âÂ
Leonaâs eyes snapped open. He pushed himself up on his elbows to stare at (Y/N), smiling sincerely at him, and maybe holding his lunch hostage until she got an answer.Â
âI really like you,â She continued. âYouâre brave and confident and know exactly who you are. Sure, you can be stubborn as hell, but you also really care about people close to you. Donât make that face, you canât fool me. You could have easily thrown me out when Grim and I needed someplace to stay when Azul took over Ramshackle, but you didnât. You didnât even kick us out when we were making so much noise and annoying you, you helped us break Azulâs contracts instead. You joined the Culinary Crucible because Epel did and you wanted to keep an eye on your team mate. Please, as if you ever need to learn how to cook, I know you canât even use a microwave. And you pretend not to notice when Ruggie steals your credit card. And there was that time you followed all of us to Playful Land because you were worried we were going to get scammed. You didnât have to do that, but you did. Youâve got a big heart of gold under that spiky exterior. And I really admire you for that. I⊠I really love you, Leona.âÂ
âWell,â Leona said, laying back down, tail flicking. âI suppose going on a date wouldnât be the worst thing in the world.â (Y/N) decided not to point out the content smile stretching across his face. She made a move to stand up, but Leona shot an arm out to hook around her waist, pulling her down next to him with an âOof.â âNow donât tell anyone else about all that,â Leona grumbled without any real heat.Â
Ruggie:Â
Ruggie was in Leonaâs room, folding laundry while the house warden took a nap behind him. Ruggie stretched his arms above his head, sighing when there was a satisfying pop in his back. Suddenly, the door to the room slammed open. Ruggie yelped and Leona woke with an undignified snort.Â
âGah, what now?â Leona mumbled.Â
âRuggie!â (Y/N) said, standing in the doorway. She was panting as if she had just run across campus (she had).Â
âUh, what? Yeah? Whatever it was, I didnât take it!âÂ
Unperturbed, (Y/N) marched over to him, taking both his hands in hers. âYou did take something.â Ruggie frantically tried to remember if he had stolen anything from Ramshackle recently. He tried not to, knowing (Y/N) was pretty much as broke as he was. It didnât seem fair. And maybe he liked her a little too much to swipe something. âYou stole my heart!â (Y/N) continued dramatically. âWill you go out with me?âÂ
Behind them, Leona coughed to unconvincingly cover up a laugh.Â
Ruggieâs ears flattened to his head in shock. He reached back and batted at his tail as if that would get it to stop wagging. âI - what? Are you sure? Me? What?âÂ
âOf course! Youâre resourceful, you work hard, youâre clever, and you care a lot about your family back home. I really admire all that about you and more! Not to mention youâre super cute. So, will you go out with me?âÂ
âOh, just say yes already, Ruggie,â Leona said, settling down to continue his nap. âAt least then I wonât have to hear you being such a sap all the time.âÂ
Ruggie let out his signature laugh. He tightened his grip on (Y/N)âs hands. âWell, sure then, why not? As long as youâre paying, right?âÂ
Jack:Â
Jack and Vil were out on their daily morning run. The sun was just beginning to rise over the horizon, casting the Night Raven College campus in a warm golden light. At their halfway point, they took a break, Vil stretching in his cooldown.Â
âYou sure you donât want to keep going with me?â Jack asked.Â
âNo,â Vil said. âIâd rather stay slim than bulk up like you. I have my status to maintain. And besides, it looks like I would be interrupting something rather important.â He smiled knowingly and pointed with his chin a little ways down the sidewalk.Â
Jack turned. He felt his tail start to wag on its own when he saw (Y/N) standing by one of the Great Seven statues, drawing circles in the ground with her foot. She looked up, breaking out in a warm smile when she saw him. Vil chuckled under his breath and waved as he headed back to Pomfiore.Â
Jack clenched his jaw, willing his tail to stay still as he approached her. âGood morning. Youâre not usually up this early, right? Is everything okay?âÂ
(Y/N) jutted her arms out completely straight, offering up the flowering Chin cactus in her hands. âJack!â She said. âI really like you. I love how brave you are. I love how youâre dedicated to the people you care about. I love how you can be sweet and kind even when you try to act tough all the time. Would you go out with me?âÂ
âYes!â Jack replied, almost before the words had even left (Y/N)âs mouth. He put his hands over hers, cradling the cactus. âI mean, yes, I would like to go out with you. Very much.âÂ
Azul:Â
Azul jumped as (Y/N) slammed her hands on his desk in the VIP room of the Monstro Lounge. He quickly gathered his composer, pushing his glasses back up his nose. âWell, Prefect, to what do I owe the pleasure?âÂ
âI have a deal for you,â She said confidently.Â
âOh? Iâd love to hear it.âÂ
Smiling, she whipped out a sheet of paper and slapped it on top of the other documents Azul had spread over his desk. On the top of the page in an elegant script were the words âContract of First Date.â Azul felt a lump form in his throat as his heart sped up. He quickly scanned over the rest of the âcontract,â outlining the proposed date.Â
âTerms of the deal,â (Y/N) continued. âYou, me, romantic night out. I know a guy in Craneport who said we could use one of their rowboats and I found this really cool pond with all these willow trees and fireflies. Plus I have this cute picnic basket all set up. Jamil has been teaching me how to cook, you know? Canât say itâll be as good as his, if weâre being honest about the terms of agreement. And the contract leaves an opening for future dates depending on the success of this one! Of course, success is not really a super definable term but you get what I mean. So, do we have a deal?âÂ
Azul covered his face with one hand, trying desperately to ignore how red his face must be at this point. He couldnât seem to meet her enthusiastic and twinkling eyes.Â
âI, uh,â (Y/N) continued, shyer this time as Azul scanned over the contract. âI really like you, Azul. A lot. So, will you go out with me?âÂ
He looked back down at the contract where her name was written in elegant script at the bottom with space for his next to it. He cleared his throat, bringing back his practiced (definitely not shady) businessman smile. With a sweep of his pen, he said, âItâs a deal.âÂ
Jade:Â
(Y/N) marched across the cafeteria, determination in her eyes. She stopped in front of a table with Jade, Floyd, and Azul. âHi!â She said, maybe a little too loudly with nerves. Jade and Azul looked up from their conversation, Floyd pausing his efforts in making a castle out of mashed potatoes. âJade, I really like you. Do you want to go out with me?âÂ
âOh?â Jade said, a brief moment of genuine surprise crossing his face before he schooled his features back into pleasant neutrality. âWell, what a pleasant surprise.âÂ
Floyd snorted and elbowed his brother. âShrimpyâs got a crush,â He said in a sing-song voice.Â
âI must admit,â Jade said, pouting with one hand on his cheek. âI always did imagine a more theatrical confession. Nonetheless, I happily acc-âÂ
âI can do that!â (Y/N) interrupted. Holding on to Floydâs shoulder for balance, she climbed on top of the table. She clapped her hands loudly, shouting, âAttention! Attention, please, everyone! I have an announcement!â She cleared her throat as the room fell silent. âI would like to declare my unequivocal, utter devotion and love for Jade Leech.â She heard a choking sound below her but continued on. âI am hopelessly in love, helplessly enraptured, and absolutely head over heels. And it is my deepest hope that he could return my affections. Thank you.â With that, she hopped down, beaming. There was a smattering of applause and laughter from around the room. Epel whooped from back at the first year table.Â
Jadeâs hands covered his blushing face, fierce sharp eyes peeking out between his fingers. His mouth was split in a wide smile, sharp teeth glinting in a mixture of bashfulness, excitement, and desire.Â
âCongratulations, (Y/N),â Azul said. âI can barely remember that last time Jade was actually flustered.âÂ
âAww, look at him, heâs speechless!â Floyd teased.Â
(Y/N) winced. âSorry, was that too far?âÂ
Jade shot out with lightning speed, crushing her in his tight eel grip. âI should let you know,â He whispered to her. âI expect this level of dedication for the entirety of our relationship.âÂ
Floyd:Â
Floyd darted through the stacks of the library. He could have sworn he saw Goldfish in here earlier, and he was in the mood to mess with the easily angered boy. And, while he didnât find Riddle, he did pause as he saw (Y/N) between the books. He paused, pushing a few books aside to rest his chin on the shelf, an easy smile crossing his face as he spied on her.Â
She was hunched over one of the study tables, a large book propped up and open in front of her. She was diligently working on something in her hands, tongue poking out between her lips (lips that Floyd found himself thinking about more often than he would admit), looking back up at the book in front of her every so often.Â
Dropping down low, Floyd carefully made his way behind her, silent on his feet. Rising up to his full height behind her, unsuspecting, he jolted forward, wrapping her in a backward hug and pulling her back so the chair careened back on two legs.Â
âShrimpy!â He said, taking delight in her startled squeal. âWhatcha doinâ?âÂ
âGod, Floyd,â (Y/N) said, putting a hand to her chest to calm her raging heart. Her eyes suddenly went wide and she lunged forward to cover what she was working on with her arms. âAh! Donât look, donât look! Itâs not done!âÂ
Floyd grinned again. âAww, itâs not nice to keep secrets.â His hands shot out, pulling out the thing she was hiding. (Y/N) covered her face as Floyd inspected the object. It was a thick piece of twine, various polished shells, sea glass, and dried shiny scales strung throughout. Although it wasnât exactly neat, the way it caught the sunlight cast tiny rainbows and simmers around the library. Floyd peered at the open book. It was a cultural history of merpeople in the Coral Sea. The opened chapter described mer courting rituals and marriage traditions. Floyd started cackling as (Y/N) buried her face further in her hands. Â
âHow old is this thing?â Floyd asked, poking at the book. âI donât even think my grandparents made courting charms.âÂ
âShut up,â (Y/N) mumbled. âI was trying to⊠Forget it.âÂ
Floyd slipped the haphazard necklace over his neck, prying her hands away to hold them tightly in his. âI accept!â He said brightly. âThis was for me, right? It better be, Shrimpy.âÂ
She smiled and flicked his forehead. âPossibly against my better judgment, I wouldnât want to be with anyone else, Floyd.âÂ
Kalim:Â
Kalim knew he should probably be studying, but every time he opened a text book or looked at the notes Jamil had oh-so-carefully marked and tabbed for him, he felt his eyes start to droop and mind get fuzzy. A good after lunch walk was just what he needed, and he definitely wasnât just saying that to put off work.Â
He stopped when he realized he had wandered outside Ramshackle dorm. Was that on purpose? Did he subconsciously come here, with the hope he might see (Y/N)? Kalim walked up to the front door, knocking before opening the door and calling inside.Â
âHello! Itâs Kalim! Can I come in?âÂ
There was a squawk of surprise from the front sitting room. (Y/N) poked her head around the corner, flustered.Â
âHi. Sure, come on in. Uh, sorry, Iâm kind of in the middle of something.âÂ
âCan I help?â Kalim asked, walking over to her. Peering into the sitting room, Kalimâs face lit up. Every available surface, and a few unavailable surfaces, were covered in colored and patterned paper. There were stacks and crowds of tiny paper birds littered between everything.Â
âI donât know if it counts if more people make them.âÂ
Kalim sat on one of the plush chairs, picking up a flowery piece of paper. âIf what will count?âÂ
âItâs an old superstition from my world. If you can fold 1000 paper cranes, your wish will come true. Or something like that.âÂ
âOoh, origami! Iâve made decorations using that before! Iâm not super good at it, but Iâll help if you want.âÂ
(Y/N) smiled and sat next to him and Kalim felt his heart flip. âYeah, Iâd like the company.âÂ
They lost track of time folding cranes, the sun beginning to set high above the dilapidated house. They talked the whole time, jumping from topic to topic, joke to joke, without any real sense of flow. It was warm, there in the small room, not only due to the crackling fireplace.Â
âSo,â Kalim asked eventually. âWhat wish were you wanting to make? If this dosenât work out, I can help you with it!âÂ
(Y/N) suddenly went bashful, turning away to pay extra attention to the folds of her bird. âIâŠâ She muttered. She took a deep breath, turning to fully face Kalim. âI was going to ask you out. You have all these elaborate decorations and parties all the time. I was going to string all of these together and hang them in your room then ask you out. But, now that youâre here⊠Kalim, would you go out with me?âÂ
Kalim dropped the paper crane, flinging himself across the couch to wrap her in a tight hug. âYes! Yes, yes yes! Oh, I would love to! Huh, I guess that means I need to cancel that order of doves now. Thatâs how I was going to ask you out next week. Hey, we both thought of birds! That must mean we definitely belong together, right?âÂ
Jamil:Â
âBe right back,â (Y/N) said, standing from the first year cafeteria table. She walked across the cafeteria until she stopped in front of Kalim and Jamil.Â
Jamil was shoving a napkin at Kalim. âCareful, youâre going to get sauce all over your shirt.âÂ
âItâs fine, Iâll be careful! And besides, itâs a pretty color, right? Oh, hey, (Y/N)!âÂ
âHi,â She said, looking solely at Jamil. âJamil, I really like you. Would you want to go out with me?âÂ
Kalim gasped, hands to his cheeks as he looked excitedly from Jamil to (Y/N). Jamil sucked in a sharp breath, clenching his hands. âIâŠâ He started. âIâm sorry, (Y/N). I canât.âÂ
âOh.â Jamil looked down, but not before he caught the hurt confusion on (Y/N) face. âThatâs okay. Thanks for hearing me out. Bye, guys.â She walked back to her table.Â
Jamil only looked up again when Kalim slapped his arm. âJamil! That was your chance!âÂ
Jamil scowled. âThere is no chance. I said no, she accepted it. Drop it.âÂ
âBut you told me you liked her!âÂ
âI said no such thing.âÂ
Kalim waved his hand dismissively. âI read between the lines.âÂ
âThere were no lines!âÂ
âJamil.â He looked up at Kalim. It wasnât often the other boy used such a serious voice, or had such a set expression on his face. âYou canât keep doing this. You canât keep yourself from being happy because you feel like you donât deserve it.âÂ
Jamil flinched back, standing suddenly. A million retorts zipped through this mind at once, all of them falling flat and dying on his tongue. Before he could say something he would regret, heart thundering in his ears, he fled the cafeteria, ignoring the stabbing looks from the first year table as (Y/N)âs friends gave her sympathetic pats on the back.Â
Jamil couldnât sleep. He tossed and turned in his bed, listening to the soft, even breathing of his roommate. Huffing in annoyance, he threw off the covers and left his room. He thought he would just take a walk, just get some fresh air. Without paying attention, Jamilâs feet took him out of Scarabia, across campus, and, before he knew it, in front of Ramshackle dorm. His fist hovered in front of the door, internally debating whether or not he should knock. He startled when he heard talking behind him, spotting (Y/N) and Malleus making their way up the pathway.Â
(Y/N) stopped when she saw him. âOh. Hi, Jamil.âÂ
âHi,â Jamil said, limply lifting a hand in greeting.Â
Malleus looked down at Jamil, glaring. âViper.â It sounded more like an insult than his name.Â
âDid you need something?â (Y/N) asked. âItâs kind of late. Is everything okay?âÂ
âI-â Jamil started. âI need to talk to you.âÂ
Malleus stepped in front of (Y/N), but stopped when (Y/N) put a hand on his arm. They had a quick and quiet conversation, Malleus nodded and walked away. (Y/N) came up to the front door, opening it for him.Â
âIâll make some tea,â She said as they stepped into the entryway.Â
âWait-â Jamil said, catching her hand. Everything tumbled out of him all at once. âI wanted to go out with you. I like you, so much so that it scares me sometimes. Thatâs why I said no earlier. I just think - I thought you would - should - do better than me, after everything thatâs happened. But I -â He paused, only realizing now how out of breath he was. (Y/N) looked up at him and he felt breathless all over again. âI want to do better. I want to be better, for you if not for anything else. I know I probably donât deserve it but, (Y/N), will you go out with me?âÂ
(Y/N) laughed, wiping away tears at the corners of her eyes with the heel of her hand. âYes, Iâd like that a lot.âÂ
Vil:Â
Something was wrong, Vil could feel it. After all the chaos of his time at Night Raven College, he had almost developed a sixth sense for this type of thing.Â
Vil narrowed his eyes, sweeping them over the Pomfiore sitting room. A group of students were sitting around one of the tables, studying. A few others were in front of the fireplace. A couple others were performing some viral dance for a Magicam reel. Nothing seemed amiss here.Â
Vil walked down the hall of the dorm, heels clicking against the marble floor. With a missed step, Vil realized he hadnât seen Epel or Rook in quite some time. That was⊠concerning. He quickened his walk.Â
Vil almost gave himself whiplash as he passed by the ballroom. The door was cracked open ever so slightly so he could peer through. He felt slightly ridiculous, eavesdropping as if he wasnât the caretaker for the dorm and all those in it. But his thoughts faltered as he observed the scene inside. He found Epel and Rook, as well as several other Pomfiore students, constructing elaborate sets out of painted cardboard and repurposed decorations from the dorm. Was thatâŠ? Something about this all seemed eerily familiar.Â
âWait, wait! Youâre early!â (Y/N) said. She appeared in front of him, waving her hands to try and block his view. She grabbed his hand, tugging him out of the room. âDonât look!â She pushed him back into the hall, disappearing back into the ballroom. A second later, she emerged with a chair, setting it down and waving to it. âJust another few minutes.â The door clicked closed behind her before Vil could say anything. He thought about barging in, demanding an explanation. But his curiosity got the better of him. And besides, he always loved to see what (Y/N) got up to. Huffing in amusement, he sat down, crossing his legs at the ankles.Â
A while later, Epel, Rook, and the other students fled the ballroom, giving Vil knowing looks as they passed. With skepticism, Vil stood up and made his way inside. Standing in the doorway, he was suddenly hit with a wave of nostalgia. Taking a better look, he recognized the replica set. It was from one of his first ever movies, a childrenâs adventure called The Heist of the Everlasting Rose. This particular scene was set in a museum where the Everlasting Rose was kept. It had been a supporting role, where, ironically, he had played a child actor in part of a crew to steal the titular Rose to pay for the main characterâs sisterâs surgery, or some other such justifiable nonsense like that. It was his first big screen production, although it was a relatively low-budget and minor movie. He remembered after the film had come out he and his father would pour over reviews praising his performance. At that moment, he felt like he was on top of the world.Â
Vil was brought out of his reminiscing by (Y/N)âs voice. âHello, sir!â She said. She had put on a tour guideâs jacket, once again modeled after the one in the film. âWelcome to the museum! We have our prized exhibit right this way.â Vil smirked, humoring her, if nothing else than to see where this was all going. Linking their arms, (Y/N) brought him through the makeshift museum. âLegend has it that this rose was given by a cursed prince to his beloved, who saved him from the brink of death with its magical powers. Since then, it has been a symbol of pure and everlasting love.â She carefully lifted the cloche from the silk flower, tiny fairy lights arranged around the base. She held it out to him, one hand dramatically pressed to her chest. âAnd now, Iâd like to give it to you, Vil, to profess my everlasting love. Would you go out with me?âÂ
Vil couldnât help it, it was all too much. The extravagant set, (Y/N) memorizing specific passages from such an old and now obscure film, the entire production. He burst out laughing, pressing the back of his hand against his mouth, eyes closed. âWell,â He said, catching his breath. âAfter such a wonderful effort, how could I possibly say no? Yes, my dearest (Y/N), I would love nothing more than to be with you.âÂ
Rook:Â
â(Y/N), youâre gonna shoot your eye out.âÂ
âNo, itâll be fine. You have to take risks for the sake of love.âÂ
âOh, Seven, we donât need two of you.âÂ
Rookâs ears picked up, hearing Epel and (Y/N) talking in the back gardens of the Pomefiore dorm. Smiling, he crept around to (definitely not) spy on them. (Y/N) was struggling with a large bow, an arrow flopping around as she tried to aim it. Pomfiore had a small target practice area set up in the back of the dorm. (Y/N) was trying, emphasis on trying, to shoot arrows at one of the red and white round targets. After her latest arrow struck the ground in front of the target, Epel sighed and walked to the target, collecting other fallen arrows. He stabbed them into the target in the shape of a heart, a letter with Rookâs name pinned to the bullseye.Â
âDonât say I never did anything for you,â Epel said.Â
âOh? And what favor are you performing, Monsieur Pommette?â Both of them jumped, Rook smiling wider at the surprised squeak (Y/N) made.Â
âYouâre on your own, (Y/N)!â Epel said before rushing off.Â
(Y/N) huffed. âTraitor,â She said under her breath. She turned to Rook. âHi.âÂ
âBonjour, Trickster.âÂ
âYouâre, uh, early. I thought you were going to be at your club for a while longer.âÂ
Rook waved a hand. âThere was an unexpected explosion and we had to evacuate. But I am much more interested in what youâre up to here.âÂ
âAh, wellâŠâ She trailed off, limply pointing to the letter stabbed in the target. She covered her face with her hands, heat rushing to her cheeks as Rook elegantly plucked the letter up and began reading.Â
(Y/N) could basically see the hearts forming in his eyes as he finished reading her confession. He dramatically clutched the love letter to his chest, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead. âOh, mon amour le plus cher! Comme câest merveilleux de lire vos sentiments les plus caret! Je nâai jamais vu quelque chose dâaussi beau!âÂ
âSo,â (Y/N) asked nervously. âIs that a yes?âÂ
âOui, oui! One thousand times oui!â He cheered as he gathered her in a swinging hug.Â
Epel:Â
Epel found the first note the day after (Y/N)âs announcement in the cafeteria. Whatever she had wanted to do was apparently pretty important, as she had grabbed Grim and they left immediately. Epel hadnât seen her the rest of the day, but he would recognize that handwriting on the paper wrapped around his dorm room handle anywhere.Â
He looked around to make sure no one was watching before unfolding the paper and reading. âEpel, I have something important I need to ask, but before that I have a simple task. Take this first note of the set and go to the place we first met. Love, (Y/N).â Epel tried not to think too much about that âLoveâ part. Where did he and (Y/N) first meet? At this point it almost felt like they had known eachother forever.Â
Would that be, maybe, the well in the quad? Epel remembered meeting her, Ace, Deuce, and Grim there when he was rehearsing singing, using the wellâs acoustics. But, no, they had seen each other somewhere else first. Epel blushed in embarrassment at the memory. He had been crying, frustrated to hell and back with Vilâs lectures right after coming back from winter break. Heâd run into them at the Great Seven statues.Â
Epel went to the statues, deciding if he didnât find anything there he would try the well. But, lo and behold, another note was waiting at the base of the Fairest Queenâs statue. He read, âEpel, Congrats on finding your second clue! By now you have an idea of what to do. For the next place I want you to go, think of the place we lived side by side before the show. Love, (Y/N).âÂ
That one was easy, Ramshackle dorm. As Epel sprinted across campus, both notes held tightly in his fist, he reminisced about spending his days training for the VDC in Ramshackle. Most of the time there seemed like torture, running endless dancing drills, feeling constricted by Vilâs lessons whose purpose he still didnât fully understand at the time, worrying about the whole dorm falling down around his ears at any moment. But there were plenty of good moments too. (Y/N) making them - Vil approved - breakfast in the morning, her encouragement at each of their rehearsals, how she would slip them treats when Vil and Rookâs backs were turned to help boost their mood.Â
Sure enough, Epel found his next note on the Ramshackle front gate. There was another rhyme instructing him to go to another location, also connected to his and (Y/N)âs relationship and past. That lead to another and to another and another, each unlocking a precious memory between the two. Eventually, he unfolded the final note, the sun just starting to set, casting NRC in beautiful golden light. âEpel, I hope by now you get to see exactly how much you mean to me. Weâve been through a lot and Iâve enjoyed every and Iâve enjoyed every second, and⊠Okay, I canât come up with any more rhymes. Just turn around!âÂ
Lowering the paper, Epel turned, opening his arms just in time to catch (Y/N) in a big hug. They spun around each other for a second with the momentum, finally coming to a stop and looking to each other's eyes.Â
âHi,â (Y/N) said. âDid you like my scavenger hunt?âÂ
âYouâre bad at rhyming,â Epel said with a crooked smile.Â
She wacked his shoulder. âHey, I meant what I wrote, though. I really like you, Epel. Would you go out with me?âÂ
Epel squeaked her tight. âOnly if you promise not to write any more poetry.âÂ
Idia:Â
Idia was holding out in his room, huddled under a blanket, his phone clutched tight in his hand. He was watching a live stream from his favorite idol group, Premo. He smiled as the group answered fan questions, talked about their upcoming tour, and demonstrated how to perform some of their most famous dance moves.Â
The viewer chat scrolled across the side of the screen. Donations and chat reactions popped up in various animations across the screen. Idia hit the donate button, sending a flurry of roses blooming along the edges of the screen. He smiled as the idols thanked Gloomurai for his support.Â
One of the idols leaned over, checking the chat feed. She gasped, flapping a hand at the others and enthusiastically pointing at what she was reading. They all started smiling and giggling, whispering to each other. Idia shuffled closer, as if that would let him read whatever message they had gotten.Â
âHey, everyone!â One of them said. âWeâve got a super special shout-out! This is from (Username) to⊠Gloomurai!âÂ
Idiaâs heart raced as he sat up in bed, blanket draped over him. (Username), (Username)... Wait, he recognized that. That was your username! He had helped you set up your account to the MMO he played a while ago. He remembered helping you through the intro stages, stumbling over the tutorials. He had laughed at your frustrated frown as you died on the same boss for the third time.Â
âAww,â The second idol said. âThis is sweet. It says, âGloomurai, I thought about telling you this in person, but I wasnât sure when that would actually be. And sometimes big feelings require big gestures. I like you, I really, really like you. I think I have for a long time. I love your smile, I love your hair, I love your brain, I love that youâre such an amazing big brother. Will you go out with me?â Well, Gloomurai? Tell us your answer! Weâre waiting on pins and needles here!âÂ
âOh, wait,â The third idol said. âThereâs more. It says, âPS, check your door.ââÂ
Idia yelped as he shot up, the blanket falling to a heap on the floor. Heart thundering in his chest and head starting to go fuzzy. He almost felt like he was in a daze as he walked with trepidation to his door. Slowly opening it, Idia saw a basket placed just in front. It was filled with his favorite snacks, small acrylic standees of characters from his favorite games and anime, and studded with bluebells, irises, and blue asters. A large paper heart was pinned to the front with her and his initials drawn in the middle. Hair flaring pink, he quickly brought the basket back into his room before any of his dorm mates would notice.Â
He heard commotion from his phone, Premo and the chat all eagerly awaiting his response. He sent in another donation with a simple, âYes.â The idols cheered and squealed.Â
He swiped out of the livestream, opening his messaging app. (Y/N)âs name popped up with a new message, a cheering emoticon with three blue hearts.Â
He subconsciously covered his face as he smiled wide, typing back, âYouâre so cringe. Canât wait for the date.âÂ
Silver:Â
(Y/N) sprinted across campus, heading whipping around to try and catch a familiar shimmer of silver white hair. She skidded to a stop when she saw a black Diasamonia coat draped over a low tree branch, a pair of shined boots sticking out behind the trunk.Â
(Y/N) rounded the old oak tree. âSilv-! Oh, sorry.âÂ
Silver was reclining against the tree, hands folded across his stomach, chest rising and falling with deep even breaths, eyes closed and lips slightly parted as he slept. A few songbirds and a pair of squirrels congregated around him, looking up with big eyes at the newcomer.Â
(Y/N) shifted her weight from foot to foot before screwing up her courage and sitting down next to Silver. She shuffled down so she laid next to him, still leaving enough room to not cause too much of a scandal if anyone walked by. She settled down, closing her eyes and relaxing, taking in the sounds of the woodland animals around them, the talking of other students in the distance, the wind whispering through the trees.Â
A short while later, she heard stirring next to her. (Y/N) blinked awake quickly, propping herself up and leaning back on her hands as Silver woke up beside her.Â
âHi,â She said. âWould you want to go out with me?âÂ
Silver blinked the sleep out of his eyes, looking up at her. âI must still be dreaming,â He muttered. âIf I am, thenâŠâ He reached forward, cupping the back of her head and pulling her down. She gasped as their lips brushed. Silverâs eyes suddenly shot open and he jerked back from her as if burned. âI- uh-â He studded, pale skin turning a ruby red.Â
(Y/N) giggled at his embarrassment. âWell, I guess thatâs a yes, right?âÂ
Sebek:Â
âBe right back!â (Y/N) said as she suddenly stood from the first year cafeteria table. Before anyone had a chance to say anything, she was off like a shot.Â
âAny idea what that was about?â Epel asked. The others shrugged.Â
Grim reached over to snag half (Y/N)âs sandwich from her discarded tray. âProbably going to go ask out that boy she keeps talking about,â He said nonchalantly, mouth full.Â
Sebek choked, standing fast and slamming his hands on the table so all their plates and cutlery clattered. âWhat!âÂ
âChill, man,â Ace said, waving him down as people across the cafeteria turned to stare. Ace smirked. âUnless youâre particularly invested in (Y/N)âs love life?âÂ
Sebek blushed and slammed back into his seat. He picked his knife and fork back up and started sawing at his Salisbury steak. âNo,â He snapped. â(Y/N) can do whatever she wants. What do I care?âÂ
âSure,â Epel said.Â
(Y/N) reappeared in the cafeteria a short while later, Malleus in tow. She was talking with him, gesturing with her hands. Malleus had a wide, amused smile, nodding along.Â
Sebek stood again, at attention for his prince. âGood afternoon, Lord Malleus!â He said. âTo what do we owe the pleasure of your presence?â He scowled at the other first years rolling their eyes at his formality.Â
âHello, Sebek. Iâve come to give my blessing.âÂ
âBlessing?âÂ
âSebek!â (Y/N) said brightly. She took both his hands in hers as he sputtered and blushed. âI really like you. Would you go out with me?âÂ
For once, Sebek was speechless, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. (Y/N) squeezed his hands tighter as Malleus chuckled next to them. âWell, Sebek? Itâs not polite to keep a lady waiting.âÂ
Life seized back into the knight. He tightened his grasp on (Y/N), pulling her closer. âYes! Absolutely! I mean, ahem, I accept your offer of courting, since you went so far to get my lordâs blessing, after all.âÂ
Lilia:Â
Lilia wouldnât call what he was doing skulking, exactly. More like surprise chaperoning, keeping an eye on the youngsters of Night Raven College like a good upperclassman should. And, if he just so happened to pop out and scare the living daylights out of whatever unfortunate student happened to be nearby, well, more fun for him.Â
So it wasnât especially surprising when he heard Silver and (Y/N) talking to each other in the courtyard. As a sly smile stretched across his face, he floated to a hiding place in the shadows of the flying buttresses, resting on his stomach to kick his feet, chin resting in his hands, as he observed the two.Â
âYou want my permission?â Silver asked, an amused smile on his face.Â
âOf course!â (Y/N) replied. âI wouldnât want to make it weird by dating him while weâre all still students together.âÂ
Lilia faltered. That was the problem with spying, sometimes you heard things you didnât want to. So the Prefect was romantically interested in someone, eh? And if they were asking Silver for permission, it must be someone close to him. Sebek, maybe? Or, oh dear, Malleus? Lilia knew for a fact that both of the boys thought of (Y/N) as a close and dear friend and nothing more. His heart panged in sympathy at the idea of rejection. And, if he was being honest with himself, it panged with something else as well.Â
âYou donât think heâs a little old for you?â Silver asked teasingly.Â
âMaybe I like a silver fox,â (Y/N) teased right back.Â
Silver laughed. âI donât think I ever want to hear my father described as a silver fox ever again.âÂ
Lilia lost his concentration, falling with a yelp against one of the chandeliers hanging in the hallway.Â
âLilia?â (Y/N) asked with a gasp.Â
Lilia smiled, trying to regain poise as he floated down to them. âLooks like Iâm not as slick as I used to be. Now, what were you two discussing just now?âÂ
(Y/N) look startled. Silver gave her shoulder a reassuring pat and left with a wave. Just the two of them now, (Y/N) took a deep breath, building up her courage.Â
âLilia!â She said, probably a little too loudly with nerves. âI really like you! Would you go out with me?âÂ
Lilia chuckled, leaning close to enjoy the shy and flustered look on her face. âWell, if you have my sonâs blessing, how am I to refuse? Besides, I think I rather like being called a, what was it you said? A silver fox?âÂ
Malleus:Â
Malleus looked up from his book, looking around his room for the source of the noise that disturbed his studying. There, another sharp âpingâ from across the room. He looked to the window, noticing a small pebble hitting the glass. He walked over and opened the window, dodging just in time to miss another pebble.Â
âOops! Sorry, Horton!â He looked down, a smile automatically crossing his face at (Y/N)âs voice. But his expression quickly changed to puzzlement as he looked down at her. (Y/N) was standing in the courtyard of the Diasomonia dorm, inside a giant heart made of dozens of tiny tea candles.Â
In a swirl of green light, Malleus appeared next to her on the ground floor. She jumped a little bit at his sudden appearance, but quickly recovered herself and beamed up at him. He felt his heart flip in that pleasant way it always did when he was near her.Â
âWhatâs all this?âÂ
She cleared her throat dramatically, dropping to one knee. âDearest Horton, you have bewitched me body and soul. I would like to officially court you. Would you do me the absolute pleasure of accompanying me on a date this weekend?âÂ
Malleus blinked down at her for a moment, basking in the admiration and adoration filling her eyes. He laughed, reaching down to take her hand and pull her to standing. âMy, how formal,â He said.Â
She smiled, shrugging. âI wanted it to be memorable. Couldnât manage the fireworks, though. Sorry.âÂ
âI can rectify that.â With an elegant sweep of his hand, sparks erupted from Malleusâs fingertips, shooting into the dark sky around the dorm to explode in fantastic colors. Students from in the dorm leaned out windows to admire the impromptu show.Â
Malleus drew (Y/N) closer to him, admiring the multicolor flashes playing across her face. âI would adore being anywhere with you.â
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an outerbanks band au! | a jj maybank and rafe cameron smau
synopsis: after competing and winning the battle of the bands, the sirens were offered a record deal, launching them into stardom. when they are about to go on their first world tour, the band is faced with the decision of who they will open for them. they choose the swell, their runner-up in the battle of bands two years prior. with a rocky past with some members of the swell, y/n, the leader singer of the sirens, must tread carefully not cause anymore problems during this choatic tour.
intros | prologue | part one
tw: mentions of depression, anxiety, adhd, addiction, child abuse (emotionally and mentally), alcohol, weed, cocaine, homophobia, and sex.
word count: 2.1k
author's note: finals week kicked my ass but we slay and i put out a new chapter of something finally
thursday, august 15th, 2024
You took one last puff from your cigarette before throwing it down to the ground and smothering it with your sneaker. You let out a loud sigh before grabbing the handle of the door and walking back into the first stop of The Lie to Girls Tour.Â
As you walk in you notice how the venue has come to life with roadies sending everything up for later that night. You start walking towards your dressing room when someone calls out your name.Â
You turn my head and see Ward Cameron making a B-line for me. You roll my eyes and stop in front of him.Â
âWhat do you want, Ward?â You ask the manager of The Swell and Sarahâs father.Â
He gives you a sneer and folds his arms to assert dominance over you.Â
âWhere is Sarah?â He asks with a stern look on his face.Â
I let out a chuckle.Â
âI donât know where she is, Ward, but I can be damn sure she doesnât wanna talk to you.â You say before walking away from the older man.Â
You walk towards your dressing room and look around yourself diligently hoping you donât see him. You make it to your dressing room and open the door to see Sarah getting her hair done by the bandâs hair stylist, Aubree, and Cleo getting her make-up done by the bandâs make-up artist, Kimora. You walk in, letting the door close behind you, and go straight for the couch that Kie is sitting on and lay your head on her lap.
âYour dadâs a dick, Sarah,â I say with my eyes closed enjoying the atmosphere of the room. Kite lets out a muted snort.Â
âI know he is, but what did he do now?â She asks, twisting to look behind her at you on the couch.Â
âNothin, just asked where you were. But I guess he didnât even bother to look because anyone else could have told him that you were here.âÂ
âDid you tell him where I was ?â
âFuck no, that would mean I would have to spend five minutes walking with him here. I would rather spend the night in whatever torture chamber Satan's got prepared for that man.âÂ
The whole room laughs but you. You werenât joking, you were serious.Â
âHowâd you even bump into him girlie?â Cleo asks?Â
âWent for a smoke out on the side.â You reply nonchalantly.Â
Everyone in the room this time groans.Â
âI donât like this judgment Iâm getting from everyone. I hardly smoke cigs anymore! We are Texas and Iâm not tryna get arrested before we have even gotten on stage.â I defend.Â
âI guess thatâs acceptable,â Kie says, tapping your nose.Â
You scrunch your face at her.Â
âSo how are you girls feeling? The first night of your basically sold-out tour.â Aubree asks as she finishes the final curls on Sarahâs hair.Â
âSo excited, man. I have a good feeling about tonight.â Cleo smiles.Â
âOh my god, knock on wood right now, Cleo! Youâre gonna jinx us!â You exclaim sitting up from Kieâs lap.Â
âI don't think itâsâŠâ
âI swear to god, you better knock.âÂ
Cleo doesnât say anything but rolls her eyes and knocks on the ledge of the vanity in front of her.Â
Kie looks at you and sighs.Â
âBabe I mean this in the nicest way possible, did you take your meds today?â She questions.Â
âYes, I did.â You roll your eyes at her question.Â
âSo excited and nervous.â Aubree takes it away.Â
âSheâs just nervous about interacting with JJ.â Sarah spills.
âWhat the fuck! No, I am not! I could care less what the dipshit thinks.â You refute.Â
Just as you finish, the band stylist, Jess, walks into the dressing room holding everyoneâs outfit.Â
âSo you didnât text me saying you literally have to look sexier than sexy this whole tour to show JJ heâs an idiot.â Jess chimes in.
You let out a loud groan.Â
âDamn it, Jess. You just fucked my whole I donât care vibe.â You whine.Â
Everyone lets out a chuckle at your reaction.Â
âWell, Iâll have you know that the outfit I picked up is killer.â Jess smiles.Â
âLemme see!â You sit up excited like a child at Christmas.Â
She puts all the outfits on the rack and pulls out yours.Â
Everyone in the room, oohs and ahhs.Â
âOh Jess, you are a magic baby!â You laugh.Â
She smiles and shakes her head and walks over to you to give you the hanger.Â
âGet changed, I wanna see how it looks on you.â She demands.Â
âYes, maâam.â You smile and get up off the couch. You go behind the divider and get undressed and put on the outfit that she had chosen for you.Â
You get changed into a faux leather corset and a black faux leather skirt.Â
When you step out from behind the divider, everyone in the room whoops and whistles.Â
âGet in my chair now,â Aubree exclaims. âI have the best idea.âÂ
You giggle and nod excited to see what she had in store for your hair. As Aubree works on your hair, Kimora starts on your make-up.Â
The room is filled with laughter, music, and singing. Aubree is done with your hair pulled into a slick back 90âs spiky bun when thereâs a knock on the door. She gives your hair one more spritz of hairspray before going to grab the door.Â
When she opens the door, the once loud and obvious room is now dead silent. JJ Maybank is standing in front of the door.Â
He looks around uneasily and then looks at you. He is in awe of the way you look.Â
âIs there a reason youâre here?â Aubree sneers at him in an unkind tone.Â
âUh-uh i-uh..â He keeps staring at you.Â
âYo pervert, either say something or get out.â Kimora scolds him.
âYeah- uh sorry,â he keeps his eyes on you. âWard sent me to get you, says Minerva is looking for you.â
You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion. What the fuck? You think to yourself.Â
âAnything else?â Kimora questions, their tone suggesting heâd leave.Â
âHe said I had to walk you thereâŠâ He hesitates.Â
âSheâll be out in a minute.â She says before shutting the door in his face.
You turn to the other girls with your eyes widened in confusion. They all shrug at you not knowing what is going on. You look at Sarah and mouth Your dadâs a dick. She sighs heavily and nods.Â
You look around the floor and put on your Doc Martens.Â
âFucking bastard.â You mumble to yourself about Ward before opening the door.Â
You look at JJ with a sneer and wait for him to lead you to Minnie.Â
âSo uh- IâmâŠâ He stutters out and you cut him off with a glare.Â
The rest of the way to Minnie was silent. He did not try to utter another word to you.Â
When you find her, she is surrounded by roadies asking her questions about the final touches on the venue.Â
When she sees you and JJ together she gives you a strained smile. She knows that this is not a situation you want to be in.Â
âThank you, Jackson. You can leave us.â She says coldly and wraps her arm around your shoulder. You giggle when she calls him his legal name and wrap your arm around her waist.Â
âYou look like a good kid, everyone did you up real pretty.â She smiles down at you.Â
âThey did, this team might be my favorite.â You smile up at her.Â
âGood, goodâŠâ She says as the two of you walk. âI gotta ask you a favor and I know you donât wanna do it but Ward Cameron is up my ass and if I know if we make a fuss, which I want to, things will get leaked to the press and none of you kids need that right now.âÂ
âWhat do you need, Minnie?â You furrow your brow.Â
âI need you, specifically, to sing a song with one of the members of The Swell. Ward wants it to be JJ for publicity to say there is no bad blood between the two of you, but he can kiss my ass. That is up to you to forgive him and only you, hun.âÂ
âJesus Min, this man is gonna be a pain in our asses all tour isnât he?â
Minnie nods and that is all you need to know that it is going to be a long tour.Â
âAlright, Iâll do it. And Iâm choosing the song.â You say.Â
âSounds good to me. Break a leg, youâre gonna kill out there.â She offers a kind smile before reaching five steps away from you and she is surrounded by people who need to ask her questions.Â
You turn around and go back towards the dressing rooms. You look around looking for the name you need. You go up to the door and knock.Â
The door opens and you have a smirk up at him.Â
âHow would you like to piss off your dad tonight.â You ask.Â
He doesnât respond with words but instead, a sly smirk spreads across his face and he opens the door wider so that you can step inside.Â
â
The crowd was electric tonight. Even though most of The Swellâs songs were unknown to the crowd, they enjoyed it very much and it definitely helped that all the members were attractive.Â
You stand backstage getting mixed up as you watch from the sidelines. As the last song comes to an end JJ goes up to the middle mic.Â
âHowâd yâall like that one?â He asks the crowd. They cheer and scream to show their enthusiasm.Â
âGood, good,â He chuckles into the mic. âNow Iâm gonna hand this over to Rafe.âÂ
Rafe is up from his drum set and someone is already taking his place. He runs up and daps up JJ before taking his place in front of the mic.Â
âNow, if youâre a fan of The Swell, youâll know I donât sing up in the front often but I wanted to treat yâall for the first show. And as for something extra special, I have a guest. But your hands together for Y/N L/N of The Sirens, everybody!â He exclaims.Â
The crowd goes while as your name is said and you step out on the stage. You give the band members a wave except JJ and head on over to Rafe.Â
âHey, everyone, are these guys treating you well?â You ask into the mic. The crowd cheers in response. You smile seeing everyone enjoying themselves.Â
âI'm glad, so I have a question,â You look at the crowd. âDo yâall know Perfect by One Direction?âÂ
The crowd erupts in total chaos.Â
âSeems like they know it, pretty girl.â Rafe flirts. You give him a smirk and move in closer.Â
âSeems like it, so yâall are gonna sing along with us?â The crowd erupts once again in cheers. âAlright letâs do it.â You smile at the crowd.Â
The music starts playing and you sway your body to the music coming from your ears. Rafe brings the mic to his lips and winks at you before he sings.Â
âI might never be your knight in shining' armor, I might never be the home you take home to Mother,â He sings to the audience. âAnd I might never be the one who brings you flowers,â He turns to you while pointing at himself and sings âI can be the one, be the one tonight.âÂ
The crowd screams loving the chemistry the two of you are displayingÂ
â When I first saw you from across the room I could tell that you were curious,â You sing, looking up at him and checking him out.Â
âOh, yeah,â The whole band harmonizes with you.Â
âBoy, I hope youâre sure what youâre looking for âcause Iâm not good at making promisesâ You riff.Â
You and the whole band sing the chorus. But as you sing your eyes are locked on Rafe and his eyes are locked with yours.Â
When everyone gets to the line, âIf you like to do the things we shouldnât do,â you and Rafe are close. He has one hand on the mic and the other on your waist. You have two arms around his shoulders sharing the mic he was sharing. His gaze is locked with yours not daring to look away.Â
For the rest of the song the two of you are never less than a foot apart and when you are close one of you is touching the other. It was like you were the only people on stage even though you were performing in front of thousands.
Although you never looked away from the audience or Rafe, the one thing you could feel was JJâs burning jealous gaze on your back.Â
after the concert...
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Bold Moves
Summary: You decide to slip Ari your panties during an innocent encounter at the public library...
Warnings: Mature Themes, Smut, Ari Being A Menace, Brat!Reader, Brief Discussions of Body Image, Bird Being Brave, Going Commando, Light Roleplaying, Frisking, Manhandling, Spanking, Ass Slapping, P in V Sex, Implied Overstimulation, Cursing, Minors DNI
A/N: Decided to finish this when I came across it in my drafts. Takes place earlier in Ari and Bird's romantic relationship. Part of my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!
âIâm so glad you pitched me this idea, Marisol.â You beam as you finish writing in your notebook. âI know itâs still early yet, but I would love to collaborate with you for Halloween.â
âYes!â The younger woman cheers, throwing her arms up in the air. âI knew I picked the right woman.â
âJust I knew they picked the right woman to run the town library.â You throw her a wink before tucking your pad and pen back into your purse. âNow, I hate to cut this meeting shortâŠâ Out of habit you press a hand against your belly, silently wishing youâd opted to throw on a pair of spanx this morning instead of a flimsy pair of panties.Â
Frankly, you were tired of sucking it in. But every time you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror you looked pretty damn good. Perhaps your confidence was growing after all.Â
âBut I need to get home and change so I can run by the shop before it gets too late.â You finish, feeling grateful when the sweet librarian sees fit to lead you out of her office.
âSoooâŠâ The dark-haired woman drags out the word, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as you both come around the corner. âWord on the street is that youâve been seeing a lot of Detective Levinson lately. Everything good, I hope?â
 âWhat do you mean?â You respond, willing your pulse to remain steady. âEverythingâs fine. He justâŠlikes for me to call him whenever something new pops up about Martin. Thatâs all.â
And whenever you lock up in the evening. And when you make it home. And then again to decide if heâs coming to your place for the night. Or, if youâre already on the back roads heading to his.Â
It was all so fun and exciting. But at the same time, it was just sex. Amazing sex, mind you. But just sex all the same.   Â
Instead of responding immediately, Marisol simply chooses to link her arm through yours. âMm. While I havenât lived here long, Iâve already learned how much this town loves gossip.â She muses. âWhich is why I try to fly under the radar at all times.â
âUh huh.â You give her a gentle nudge. âEven when it comes to a certain Officer Milton?â
âShh! We do no not speak that manâs name in this house!â
âWhy not?â
âBecause I feel like he always goes out of his way to justâŠbe around. Heâs like a puppy. I do not have time for puppies, chica. Iâm too busy building a career amongst the books.â
âWell sugar, I suppose you might wanna tell him that.â
âAy, but that would involve making conversation. Something I also do not have time for becauseââ
âBecause heâs standing over there by the door, talking to our favorite resident detective.â You interrupt with a giggle, prompting the other woman to drop your arm in a flourish before racing off back in the direction of her office before squeaking out âyou never saw meâ - leaving you alone.Â
You allow yourself to stand there for another moment, content with watching the two men talk. While both were easy on the eyes, you were only interested in one of them. Glancing down at your outfit, you once again reassure yourself that youâre looking pretty damned good.Â
And then â just that fast â an idea strikes you.
Refusing to overthink what it was you were about to do, you discreetly make your way into the ladies room. After checking to make sure you were alone, you slip into a stall. Reaching underneath your skirt, you slide your lacy black panties down your thighs before stepping out of them.Â
Biting your lip, you tuck the small scrap of fabric into your pocket. Once youâre finished, you go to leave. But not before stopping long enough to refresh your lip gloss and fluff your curls. And then youâre out the door.
Hopefully youâd be able to catch the handsome bounty hunter before he left.
Thankfully, it doesnât take you long to find him. Heâs right where you saw him last â near the front of the library still talking to Milton. As you near the two, you canât help but wonder if youâll be able to pull this off without making an absolute fool of yourself.Â
But first youâd have to find a way to get rid of Officer Milton without making your intentions obvious. And then it hits you. While it might be wrong, it was officially time to pawn him off on your favorite new friend.
Marisol.
âGood afternoon, Officer Milton.â You chirp as you sidle forward, politely interrupting their conversation. âDetective Levinson.â Of course youâre immediately met with smiles from both men.Â
âWell get a load aâ you.â Milton gives a playful whistle once he gets a good look at your business attire. âLookinâ sharp, darlin. Goinâ somewhere special?â
âActually, I just came from a meeting down at the bank.â You tell them, smoothing your hands along your gray pencil skirt.Â
âAhh.â The officer nods. âFingers crossed all went well.â
âIt did. Thank you.â Delicately clearing your throat, you make a show of glancing around before directing your complete attention to the young officer in front of you. âWhile I hate to interrupt you two when youâre hard at work, I think Marisol might need you.â
âShe does?â The man immediately perks up, vaguely reminding you of your neighborâs golden retriever.Â
âYep.â You wince inwardly, hating yourself for lying. âNot sure what itâs about, but I think sheâs somewhere in the back.âÂ
Just like that, a switch has been flipped and Officer Milton is off on the hunt for a sweet little librarian who most certainly did not need him. Fingers crossed she would catch the hint and just go with it.Â
And now youâre alone with the one man with the power to leave you breathless. You were constantly left tied up in knots around this man. But today it was finally time you turned the tables on this guy.Â
âHowâs the manhunt going, Detective? Any new leads?â
âIâm afraid I canât discuss this part of my investigation with you, Miss.â He says, flashing you a rather charming smile. âBut if you hear from our guy Martin anytime soon, be sure to give me a call.â
âOf course.â You nod, feeling your cheeks heat. âWell, Iâd best be goinâ now.â
âBe safe gettinâ home.âÂ
âSame to you. Detective.â
And then, without sparing him so much as a warning glance, you discreetly remove your panties from their hiding spot and slip them into the back pocket of his jeans. To his credit, Ari doesnât move a muscle. Instead he continues to stare straight ahead, his gaze never wavering. Â
Head held high, you manage to make it all the way to your car before collapsing in a fit of nervous laughter. While you wished you couldâve seen his face, you know deep down that you were better off running off the way you had. Â
Maybe heâd call you tonight and maybe he wouldnât. But all that mattered is that youâd mustered up enough confidence to make some bold moves this afternoon, which by all accounts made you a bad bitch.
Later That Same EveningâŠ
Itâs been hours since you pulled that stunt with Ari, but as luck would have it, you still had yet to hear from him. Not that you were worried or anything. In fact, if you had to choose an emotion, you were more disappointed than anything else.
While youâd long since abandoned your high heels by your front door, you were still wearing the outfit youâd worn to the bank. Youâd simply been too excited to go by the shop so youâd decided to remain closed for the day.
Heaving a sigh as you rise from the couch, youâre in the middle of debating whether or not itâs worth trying to cobble together something for dinner when you hear the sound of your doorbell. Confused, you go to reach for your phone, only to frown when you see thereâs nothing from the one man you wanted to hear from most.
The bell chimes again, prompting you to get a move on. âIâm cominâ, Iâm cominâ!â You mumble, stretching your arms above your head. Opening the door, youâre treated to the sight of a large man standing on your porch with his hands in his pocket, his official badge prominently displayed on his hip.Â
Hello, Detective Ari Levinson.Â
âEvening, Miss. Apologies for bothering you so late.âÂ
âWhy hello, Detective. Somethinâ I can help you with?â You do your best to keep your tone light while you wait for him to explain himself.
âSure hope so. Got a report about someone engaging in some inappropriate behavior.â He informs you, barely concealing his smirk as he leans his big body against the porch railing.
âIs that right?â
âFraid so.â He nods solemnly. âIn fact, I actually found a trail of evidence that led me right here to your front door.â
âIâŠwell, there has to be some mistake.â You protest, your hand flying to your chest.Â
âHuh.â Ari sucks on his teeth as he reaches into his pocket to retrieve a small scrap of lacy black fabric. âThen you wouldnât happen to know who these belong to, would you?â
Your eyes go wide at the sight of your panties dangling from one thick index finger.Â
âIâm not sure what youâre implying, but theyâre certainly not mine.â You sniff haughtily. âIâve never seen those before in my life.â
âNow, Miss.â He gently chastises, taking another step towards you, invading your space. âPerhaps I should warn you that itâs a crime to lie to a member of law enforcement.â Instead of responding you simply fold your arms across your heaving bosom.Â
The nerve of this man, thinking he had the right to question you like this right out in the open. Honestly, what would your neighbors think? The scandal!
âYou know what? Iâm thinkinâ Iâm gonna need to search the premises.â The bounty hunter moves to enter your home, only to growl when your hand stops him short. âItâs also a felony to impede an official investigation.â Ari grunts, his brow furrowing in annoyance.
âAnd I'm thinkinâ I'm gonna need to see a warrant first, Detective.â
Your breath catches in your throat as you watch his eyes darken - his nostrils flaring ever so slightly.Â
âIâm sure a good girl like you ainât got nothinâ to hide.â Ari rasps, leaning in so that his mouth now hovers a mere inch above your ear. âUnlessâŠâ
âUnless what?â You respond, sounding a little more breathless than youâd like.
âUnless thereâs something in there you donât want me to find?â
âI donât have anything to hide.â Blowing out a breath you decide to give the man what he wants, if only to see what comes next
âNot sure I believe you, sweetheart.â
âFine.â You concede. âI suppose it wouldnât hurt to let you come in for a quick look. But youâve gotta be fast.â You tell him, poking him in the shoulder before turning to lead him into your home. âBecause Iâm expecting company any minute and we donât need an audience.â
âWeâll see.â
Your pulse kicks up when you hear Ari shut the door behind you, followed by the quiet snick of the lock. Guess that meant he thought he was staying awhile. Just as you open your mouth to protest, youâre caught off guard when he brushes by you, allowing you to catch a hint of his cologne.Â
âIâm not sure what youâre on, Detective.â You say, shooting him your fiercest glare. Meanwhile, this man responds with his most lethal grin. âBut Iâm giving you five minutes to figure it out before IââÂ
âYou know, Miss, I didnât wanna ask you this outside. Especially given the already delicate nature of this investigation. But do you happen to be wearing any panties?â
âExcuse me?!â His question has your mouth falling open, your cheeks burning hot with outrage.
âAnswer the question.â His eyes track your every movement as you slowly back away in the direction of the stairs. âBecause every good girl I know puts on a pair of panties before leaving the house for the day.â
âGoodnight, Detective Levinson.â You hiss before turning and taking the stairs two by two. âPlease see yourself out before Iâm forced to call your supervisor.â
Your words are met with silence. And itâs not until you reach the edge of your bedroom that you hear him moving â up the same stairs youâd just scaled only seconds before. You can hardly suppress a shiver as the heady thrum of anticipation courses through you.Â
âI hate to break it to you, sweetheart.â Ari growls softly as his impressive form fills your doorway, effectively blocking your only exit. âBut Iâm not through with my investigation.â Itâs a struggle to ignore just how good he looks taking up space in your bedroom like this.Â
âI want you to leave.â
âOh, I will. As soon as Iâm finished.â He takes a step towards you, rolling up his sleeves as he does. âBut first, Iâm gonna need you to turn and place your hands on the wall.â
âIâI will do no such thing!â Comes your almost breathless reply. âIâm not a criminal.â
âHm.â Ari cocks his head, his magnetic blue eyes leering at your much smaller, curvier frame. âBut you are a suspect.â In less than a fraction of a second, this man is now standing in front of you. âAnd it would be rather reckless of me if I didnât pat you down.â One large hand curls itself around your bicep before gently leading to a nearby wall. âYou should know that Iâm a bit of a stickler when it comes to following protocol.âÂ
Blood roaring in your ears, you place both of your hands on the cool surface. Taking a deep breath, you canât help but jump when he kicks your feet apart, forcing you to spread your legs even wider, granting him better access.
âIâm gonna report you.â Unfortunately for you, your flimsy threat does nothing to deter him.
Your eyes fall shut when you feel two large, warm hands glide their way up and down your arms. It feels as tempting as it does comforting. He repeats the action twice more, almost as if heâs trying to lull you into a false sense of security.Â
Next, those wandering hands are stroking along your sides, greedily following the path of your curves. And then you feel him bury his nose in the crook of your neck. Itâs impossible to miss his soft groan as he inhales your sweet scent.
âNow Iâve gotta ask you, little Bird.â He hums, his sharp teeth nipping at your ear. âDo you have anything on you that could stab, stick, or poke me?âÂ
âN-no.âÂ
God, you were so fucking wet right now itâs embarrassing. And you canât stop the moan that catches in your throat when his sensual ministrations move to your breasts â cupping, massaging, and kneading. He lewdly palms them through your blouse, this thumps paying extra attention to your hardened nipples. Your back arches of its own accord as he continues to play with your body.
And thereâs a part of you that hates yourself for the way he makes you respond. Â
âHm. So far so good, baby. Proud of you for keeping your hands where I can see âem.â Now his hands are skimming down your hips to toy with the hem of your skirt. His warm breath dances along your sensitive skin, making you shiver. âBut now itâs time for the big question.â Ari begins inching your skirt higher and higher. âAnd donât you dare lie to me. Are youââ
âThis ainât right, Detective!â You protest, protectively clenching your thighs together. However, your words only make him chuckle. âPretty sure this is an illegal search and seizure.â
âAs a member of law enforcement, I would have to respectfully disagree with you.â He says at the same time as he grinds himself against you, his massive erection pressing into your lower back. âItâs my job to keep the community safe. And to deal with naughty girls who go around handing out their unmentionables to strangers.â Your skirt inches even higher now, stopping just short of revealing your dripping cunt.Â
âAnd what do you know?â He purrs, holding you still as his hand dips between your thighs, cupping your most intimate flesh. âLooks like weâve got a little liar on our hands. Donât we?â
âDonât. We.â The renewed authority in his tone makes your pussy quiver.
âYes, Sir.â
âAnd how should we handle liars, sweetheart? Hm?â Your knees go weak when you feel two thick fingers spear their way through your messy folds, lightly strumming over your clit. âWhat should we do with you?â
â....IâŠdonât knowâŠ.â
His deep chuckle has you squirming in his hold, your hips bucking as he continues to grind the heel of his palm against your sensitive nub. Â
âTell you what. You and I are about to have a serious conversation about what happens to pretty young ladies who canât seem to tell the truth. Even when itâs in their best interest. What do ya say?â
âYâyes, Sir.â You moan as your eyes threaten to roll back in your head, sparks of pleasure dancing behind your eyes. âWhatever you want â Iâll be so, sooo good!â
Thirty Minutes LaterâŠ
âWhy the fuck you keep runninâ, baby?â Ari growls, smacking your bottom hard. âYeah, get that juicy ass back here. Love watchinâ those cheeks bounce.â
The rhythmic sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room, spilling out into the hall as Ari drives into you over and over again with his impressive cock.Â
Heâd been hard for hours before he ever showed up on your doorstep. Frankly, heâd lost count of how many times heâd paused throughout the day to bring your panties to his nose. It was like he couldnât seem to get enough of how good you smelled. But he also knew that wouldnât be enough.
He needed to taste you. Needed your unique, earthy flavor on his tongue.Â
Thankfully, he had no doubt that heâd have time to eat the fuck out of your sweet pussy later. After he was finished fucking you into oblivion for being such bad girl. Who wouldâve guessed his little Bird had it in her to be so deliciously naughty?
Meanwhile, youâre too busy sobbing into a pillow to be proud of yourself right now, your hands fisting the sheets while your man exacts his revenge on your body. At this rate, youâd already cum twice. And here you were already roaring along to orgasm number three.Â
Fuck, this man was a goddamned menace!
Your desperate cries grow louder as Ari picks up his pace, forcing you to clench around him as you finally resort to begging.
âPlease, Ari!â You wail when he lifts your hips higher before adjusting the angle of his strokes. âIâooh GodâMâso close!â
âOh yeah?â He snarls, the sound rumbling from somewhere deep in his chest. âThen let me see you work for it.â A sharp hiss escapes when his heavy palm comes down on your ass again, this time smacking both cheeks without so much as missing a beat. âThis is how bad girls get punished.â You tense when he delivers yet another blow. âTheyâve gotta work for their pleasure.â
âIâm sorryâwooh God!â Your voice comes out raw, bordering on hoarse.      Â
âThatâs it, baby. Yeah, there we go.â He gifts you with another slap, earning a sharp yelp from you. âYeah, throw it back like you love it.â
After an afternoon of being bad, thereâs nothing you want more than to be good for this man. You wanted to please him. Make him happy. If only so he never stopped touching you. And you were trying â honest to God, you were.
But it was all too good. Too much.Â
âJust know, everytime you run, Iâm gonna drag that sweet ass right back.â Ari renews his punishing grip on your hips, holding you up even as your sweat slicked body starts to give out. âNow cum for me one more time so I can finally stop takinâ it easy on you, pretty Bird.â
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[SUMMARY: Joel teaches Marleneâs younger sister about how a man cums.]
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âWhat did you mean byâŠyou didnât pull out? Last night after we-â
âHad sexâ he cleared his throat.
âI wonder if he was always this grumpyâ
You raised a brow to Ellie as Joel walked off to check the perimeter.
âMy guess is yesâ she shrugged.
Had you known who your older sister Marlene had sent you off with, you wouldâve never agreed. Had it not been for Ellie, you definitely wouldâve never gone along.
Your sister knew you developed a closeness with Ellie and asked you to go along with her and Joel to eventually meet at the destination. Never had you met him before but you definitely heard of him.
âYou both will be fine with him, he knows what heâs doingâ was all Marlene told you privately, yet you still felt some doubt. After all, she was the only one who had met him prior.
Without explaining much Joel led you to what seemed like some kind of a trap. Standing by a gate as it opened you looked ahead curiously.
âWhere are we?â Ellie asked.
âA friendâs houseâ was all he responded with.
Silently following him to the door, you watched as he let himself in and followed.
âDonât touch anythingâ he uttered low before he stopped in his tracks to find a letter on a table by the front door. Whatever the letter said, you could see the disappointment linger in him. He swallowed uncomfortably and silently tore the letter into pieces before walking away.
âSo what are we doing?â Ellie asked eagerly following behind him.
âWe stay here for the night, gather some supplies, fill up the tank and take the car-â
âYouâre gonna take their car?â Your question making him turn to you.
âMhmâ he responded flatly and turned away.
He wasnât one to explain much, you either went along with what he said or you didnât.
Marlene warned you about this but assured you whatever it was would be for your best.
Once you learned the house was filled with food and water, you each excitedly took a turn taking a shower.
Well, you and Ellie seemed the most excited.
Looking around the house wearing a bath robe you found, you almost didnât feel like any of this was real.
Grabbing a bottle of wine that was on the table you poured yourself a glass as Ellie watched.
âMight as wellâ You shrugged when she suddenly raised her brows looking behind you.
âWoah look at you!â You turned to find Joel freshly showered in a button flannel with his wet hair slick back. For just a second he seemed a bit bashful until he laid eyes on you and took a quick glance at what you were wearing and at the glass of wine in your hand.
âDonât mind meâ Ellieâs playful tone making you and Joel look at her as she grabbed the bottle of wine.
âPut it downâ Joel ordered.
âGosh ok, fun killerâ she rolled her eyes with a chuckle as Joel stood awkwardly looking back at you before he walked into the living room.
For just a moment you found yourself overcome with a heat you had never really felt before.
An attraction you didnât expect.
To say Joel looked insanely hot fresh out of a shower, was an understatement.
âHellooooâ Ellieâs voice distracted you from your thoughts.
How long had she been talking?
You looked over to see Joel enter a room and close the door behind him as you turned with Ellie and walked to the opposite side of the house.
âIâm getting tiredâ Ellie sighed on the couch.
âSo go to sleepâ you yourself yawned sitting opposite from her. She was quick to fall asleep as you found yourself struggling to find a comfortable position, you refused to sleep on a chair and went off to another bedroom.
It was another long lonely night for Joel, his cock pushing against the tough material of his jeans as he lay back in bed with his hands behind his head.
Thoughts of you crossing his mind.
He tried to fight those thoughts the best he could, but the frustration of not having had a woman in what felt like years was getting harder for him to ignore.
He wasnât close to Marlene, frankly he didnât give a shit about her but he made a promise to protect her younger sister, not fantasize about fucking her. His lust for you becoming harder to ignore he gave in and roughly unzhipped his pants far enough where his cock was completely out. Spitting on his hand he began to slowly tug at his cock, staring at the ceiling thinking about what your body must look like beneath that heavy bath robe you wore.
Closing his eyes he let his very vivid imagination take over him when suddenly the sound of the door opening made him jump.
You had walked in and froze at the sight before you.
âThe hell you doin?!â He attempted to grab a sheet to cover himself but wrapped so tightly beneath the mattress he failed at pulling it out.
You couldâve sworn Joel went to the other room, did he not?
Obviously he didnât.
Still, you stood in shockâŠamazed at the sight of a grown mans erect cock.
Of course, you had seen many in pictures, you werenât a virgin butâŠyou did only have sex once. It was months ago and for you it didnât count, you couldnât even tell when it ended, the man didnât care to pleasure you nor show you anything. All you knew was that a man would thrust into a womanâs cunt until he came, whatever that meant..
Closing the door behind you not taking your eyes off of what was before you, you walked towards him.
âWhat are you doinâ? Get out of here-â he pushed himself half way up struggling to cover his erection with his hand.
You could feel the sensation of flutters between your thighs, your cunt pulsating to feel something.
To feel him.
He watched your hands take hold of your robe and he knew what you were about to do.
âNo-â he faintly shook his head looking directly at you as you let the bath robe fall to the ground.
âJesusâŠ.honey, please...â he whispered focusing on every part of your body, better than what he could imagine
Looking down at him, it was as if he couldnât move. He seemed in a trance focused on your plump breasts before you slowly pushed him completely back onto the bed. Pressing his lips together he breathed deeply watching as your fingers swirled downward around the buttons on his shirt before stopping at his erect cock. His eyes darting between you and his cock wondering what you would do until you took hold of his thick length in your hands.
âHoney-â he panted just as you felt him place his hand on the back of your thigh. You knew what you wanted to do next and without saying a word you took him fully into your mouth. His body instantly tensing at the feel of your warm mouth, your head bobbing in a rhythm until you felt yourself about to gag.
All you could hear was noises coming from him that you couldnât make out.
Isnât this what your friend said men loved?
Pushing yourself to continue, you had no idea how focused he was watching you. His jaw tense as you felt his hand creep up your back until he stopped on the back of your neck.
He was hesitant to hold your mouth on him but you felt him slightly squeeze you, a part of him somehow still trying to resist something he knew he couldnât. Coming up for air you gagged as he said something incoherently through heavy breaths. Your jaw slightly sore as you struggled to catch your breath.
His chest falling and rising deeply, he watched as you began to unbutton his shirt one by one. His cock jerking wanting to feel your lips once more, wanting to feel you. You had no idea just how weak your touch made him, how long he had yearned for the feel of a woman.
Never had you been on top during sex but you remember your friends talking about it and even sharing pictures they had found from magazines. You remembered one photo specifically, the way the woman straddled the man and something in you pushed you to try it. Joel had no idea how inexperienced you truly were as you climbed over him and balanced yourself guiding him to your entrance. He could feel the heat of your wet cunt hovering over him and as you lowered yourself you were met by the unexpected girth of his cock.
âI donât know how long I can go babyâ
He tried to warn you but you not knowing exactly what he meant and listening to your own urges simply nodded. His hands on your hips he helped guide you taking him completely in, your lips open in shock as you balanced yourself on his chest. You noticed his jaw tense, a crease between his brows deepening feeling how you tightly wrapped around him.
Without saying a word, you did just as the magazine showed and began to ride him slowly. His fingers imprinting into your skin as he looked down watched himself disappear in you. His cock glistening from your juices building up around him, Joel had completely lost himself in the pleasure.
Was this the way sex was suppose to feel like?
A moan that even surprised you left your lips much louder than you meant to making Joel quickly look up at you.
âTell me how it feelsâ he demanded watching your expressions change with each stroke.
Yet you almost couldnât speak.
âTell me-â he spoke through clenched teeth. He needed to hear it.
âYou feel so..goodâ you panted.
âOh babyâ he squeezed your hips thrusting upward until he felt an intensity he hadnât felt in forever taking over him.
âFuck-â his body tensed, he almost looked as if he was in pain.
âJoel?â You whispered confused.
âGet off-â he barely could speak clearly.
âWhat?â You gasped as his grip on you tightened, he threw his neck back squeezing his eyes shut letting out the loudest deepest groan youâve ever heard a man make. Lifting both your bodies off the bed Joel in that moment felt every inch of his body over come in ecstasy; as if the world had stopped around him.
âFuck-â he breathed his eyes still closed. Looking down at him cluelessly, your hands on his chest, you didnât know what to say.
âDid I..did I hurt you?â You whispered.
His eyes slowing opening, still in daze, his lips parted attempting to speak but before he could a knock startled you both.
âJoel? Are you okay?â
It was Ellie, his moan waking her up out of her deep sleep of course.
âYes!â He choked out.
âBad dream!â Was all he could say.
âOh uh, okayâ Ellie walked off back to the couch and closed her eyes again.
Still struggling to catch his breath, Joel looked up at you a bit confused himself. Why on earth would you think you hurt him? Here you still sat on him, feeling him throb inside you.
âYou mind, honey?â He asked making you jump.
âOh, yeah. Sorry-â you quickly got off him taking a few steps back.
Joel knew he fucked up, he knew he shouldnât have fucked you, let alone cum in you.
But god dammit you felt so good.
âAre you okay?â You whispered.
With a frustrated glare at your question he pushed himself up. Not saying a word he cleaned himself off and buttoned his pants back up.
âWhy do you keep askinâ me that?â He stood up buttoning his shirt.
âBecauseâŠ.it looked like I hurt youâŠyou were in painâ Joel furrowed his brows puzzled with your words.
âPain? I beg your pardonâ
âSo I didnât hurt you?â Each time you spoke it only left Joel more confused. It was as if you knew nothing about sex and how it worked.
âIf it wasnât for the way you rode me, I wouldâve thought you were a damn virgin with the way youâre talkinââ he noticed you stood silent and his expression changed.
âShitâŠdonât tell me youâre a-â
âIâm notâ you quickly intervened as you put on your robe.
âI meanâŠI only had sex once but-â
Joel took a deep breath brushing his hand over his lips. You really didnât know what the fuck just happened.
âI donât knowâŠsome thingsâŠâ you spoke hesitantly. Joel looked down at you still out of breath, his hands on his hips not exactly sure how to go about this.
âWhat do you know?â You could hear the frustration in his voice.
âYouâre mad-â
âI ainâtâŠmadâ he noticed his tone and spoke calmer.
âTell me, whaddyah know?â
âI mean, I know how sex worksâŠI know umâŠ-â
âHowâd ya know how to get on top of me?â
He blurt out.
âSome friends I had, had shown me some magazines and-â
âDid you read what those magazines said?â
âNot reallyâŠâ you whispered. Taking a deep breath he looked down realizing he somehow got stuck in explaining to you exactly what sex was, explaining to you what he had just done.
âWellâŠas for me being in pain-â he cleared his throat awkwardly. Quite frankly you had taken him out of his misery.
âYou justâŠyou made me cumâ you looked at him blankly still unsure what that meant.
âIs that a good thing?â
âYes-noâŠyesâ Joel himself looked flustered.
âSo why did you look like I hurt you?â
âI just hadnât felt that in a long time, it wasâŠa lotâ
âI felt youâŠyou were throbbing when you-â
âAlright thatâs enoughâ he turned away.
âWhy are you acting like this is a bad thing?â You walked towards him as he stopped in his tracks.
âIt shouldnât have happenedâ he turned back to you rather serious.
âBut it felt good⊠Whatâs the problem?â The more you spoke the more frustrated he became.
âWhat are you afraid of, my sister Marlene?-â
âI ainât afraid of your sisterâ he cut you off coldly.
âSo then-â
âGod dammit, I came in you!â He yelled louder than he meant to as you looked up at him confused. Grabbing your arms as he looked back at the door making sure Ellie hadnât heard, he pulled you close to him.
âI didnât pull outâ he spoke low.
âYou could get pregnant-â
âPregnant?â Joel had no idea how naive you were, the innocent fear in your eyes making him feel a wave of guilt.
âI-âŠI canât get pregnantâ you shook your head.
âThat canât happen, Joel. IâŠI canâtâŠmy sister would kill me-â
âYour sister shouldâve informed you better, didnât you get schooled?â
âMarlene rather I had focused on training instead of school work. I mean, I knewâŠI knew sex could lead to pregnancy I just didnât know how and-oh my godâ he could see the panic in you rise.
âI should get out of hereâ you ran out the door before Joel could even stop you. Your mind running a mile a minute, everything made sense now. You heard about women around you speak about their menstrual cycle, some mentioning being lateâŠ
Women still did fall pregnant regardless of what was going on, you just didnât think it would happen to you.
The next day you met Joel and Ellie in the living room gathering supplies. Joel took a double look at you as you entered the room, your presence easily distracting him.
âMorningâ you whispered to both.
âWhat have you guys found?â You asked looking down at the table.
âEverything and moreâ Ellie grinned.
âHeâs even letting me have my own gunâ
You quickly looked at Joel who shook his head.
âAw come on, couldâve pulled a prank on her with meâ Joel remained serious, focused on all he was taking.
âIâm gonna go check out the car, see what stuff they have in the garageâ Ellie walked off leaving you two alone for the first time since last night.
âYou alright?â He asked without looking up.
âMhmâ
âLook, Iâm sorry I freaked you out last night. Itâs something you shouldâve known, it ainât your faultâ his eyes eventually met yours making your heart skip a beat.
âI just want you to know that ifâŠif that ends up happeningâŠweâll deal with it togetherâŠsomehow. Alright?â You felt some kind of relief although you had no idea how any of it would even play out.
âOkâ you whispered.
âCan I ask you something?â You continued, Joel nodded.
âWhat did you mean byâŠyou didnât pull out? Last night after we-â
âHad sexâ he cleared his throat.
Adjusting himself in his chair, his feetâs widely apart from each other he sighed.
âUm, usuallyâŠI mean-â he raised his brows unsure of how to explain what you asked.
âUsually men wear a condom to prevent a pregnancy.â
âA condom?â You raised a brow.
âMhm. Somethinâ a man puts on but I wasnât wearing one and the next resort is to pull out beforeâŠbefore cumminââ
âWhy didnât you? Did you know you were gonna cum before you did?â Joel rubbed the back of his neck, droplets of sweats building up on his forehead.
âUhâŠyes-â
âSo why didnât you pull out?â You whispered.
âI couldnât.â He looked up at you biting his bottom lip.
âWhy not?â
âBecause I couldnât god dammit, it felt too good and I couldnât get you off in time and itâs my damn fault and I apologize, alright? Enough with the damn questions.â Joel left you speechless, what could you possibly say to that?
Joel went back to going through things he had found, he seemed to be in the middle of working on screwing something back on as you watched. Putting full force into twisting something he made a similar sound to the night before. A groan that caught your attention. He noticed with the corner of his eye the way you looked at him and instantly stopped what he was doing.
âWhat is it?â
âUhâŠnothingâ
Joel looked back down continuing what he was doing until he did it again. Instantly flooding your mind with thoughts from last night.
âCan you stop doing that?â Your sudden tone made him look up.
âStop what?â
âThat soundâŠthat damn sound you makeâ
He furrowed his brows putting down what he had in his hand, his eyes still on you.
âI beg your pardonâ
âIt justâŠ.it sounds like whenâŠâ
âLike?â
âLike whenâŠwhen you cameâ you blurt out.
Joel stood silent in that moment struggling to fight back thoughts he was having. Curiosity eating up at him as you stood innocently in front of him, he couldnât help himself but wonder...
âA man ever make you cum?â
âWhat?â You responded almost embarrassed.
âMe?â
âYes youâ
You shook your head silently.
Joel looked over his shoulder making sure Ellie was no where near before he made his way to you. Cornering you against the wall you looked up at him confused.
âWhat are you doing?â
âYou know, darlinâ? You talk an awful lot sometimesâ he pulled you by your belt unbuckling it.
âJoel-â he unbuttoned your pants.
âWait-â
âI thought you said we shouldnât have done what we did last nightâ you whispered.
In his mind Joel was battling what was right, what was wrongâŠwhat he wanted and he couldnât stop himself.
âI just think itâs fair I make you feel how you made me feelâŠat least onceâ his voice was tempting, his eyes making you melt. Slowly you nodded and allowed him to stick his hand in your pants. His foot making you part your legs, sliding one foot farther away from the other. Joel moved slowly, first allowing his fingers to feel you over the soft fabric of your underwear. Somehow just a simple touch sent shivers down your spine, his tongue sliding over his bottom lip as he felt your pussy lips agonist his fingers. He watched your eyes almost roll back, you felt yourself aroused by his touch. Slowly he pushed your underwear aside, letting his fingers pry apart your lips to instantly feel you were already wet.
âOh honey..â he whispered as he pushed you against the wall with his body. You felt his finger begin to do something youâve never felt, he began to move it in a circular motion right on your clit. Tingling sensations shooting up your abdomen, your breathing became harder to control. He watched as the pleasure built up inside you, your body sinking into his as you let out a soft whimper. Joel took your arm and placed it over his shoulder, allowing you to hold on to him as he moved his finger faster.
Thatâs when you noticed he was hard ready to burst out of his pants. Reaching to his crotch area he caught your arm before you could touch him.
âMm mm, Iâm workinâ on you right now, honeyâ
You could feel the pleasure begin to grow as if something would burst inside you. Your legs quivering you moaned as a pressure you had never felt increased.
âOh my godâ you dug your nails into the back of his neck making him move faster, his other arm holding you up around your waist as you struggled to stay balanced.
âDonât fight it, baby, let it goâ he demanded in a rough whisper. You couldnât stop it if you tried, an overpowering rush of pleasure consumed you making you cry out like you never had. Joelâs eyes filled with instant fulfillment watching as the intensity took over you.
âGood girlâ his hand caressed your neck, his forehead on yours, you panted as your pussy throbbed against his fingers. You couldnât speak as he carried you onto a table against the wall.
He wasnât done with you just yet.
He pulled your pants completely off and unzipped his as you still sat in a trance coming back from cloud nine. Placing himself between your legs, he watched your eyes widen as you slid himself in you. Holding your body up against him Joel fucked you as if he had something to make up for, as if you both were running out of time together. Grabbing onto him for dear life you moaned with each deep thrust, you never knew something could feel so good. His hands dug into your hair, pulling your neck back forcing you to look up at him. Thatâs when he kissed you, his tongue danced around yours as he moved his hips slowly. Muffling your moans he made sure every inch of him left you wanting more. Parting his lips from yours he didnât take his eyes off you, his pace growing fast once more, your eyes rolling back.
âOh god, itâs happening..againâ
âMhmâ he thrusted harder, tugging at your hair with more force until he felt you tighten around him and your body jerked against his. Your moans making him reach his climax before he quickly pulled out and came on your thigh.
You panted looking down as he jerked himself off and watched his cum pour out of him. A deep breath of relief he closed his eyes before you heard the garage door close.
âOh shit, sheâs coming-â you whispered as you both jumped to fix yourselves back to normal as fast as you could when she appeared at the door. Your back to Joel as you struggled to catch your breath, you pretended to be looking through a random book laying around as Joel continued packing.
âWhatâs wrong with you, Joel?â Ellie asked curiously noticing how out of breath he was.
âHuh? nothinââ
âWhy are you so sweaty?â
âCause Iâm the only one putting every damn together, here-â he threw her a small bag.
âWhy donât ya take that to the car, Iâll be right thereâ Ellie silently grabbed the bag, shrugged and walked out.
âThink she noticed?â Joel spoke looking over his shoulder before turning back to you realizing you didnât respond, only to see you struggling to keep your balance by the wall.
âWhatâs wrong?â He quickly stood up walking towards you.
âI um-â your voice trembled.
âMy legs canât stop shakingâ you whispered. Joel couldnât help but smirk.
âAre you gonna laugh at me? I canât help itâ
â I ainât laughing at chaâ
âSure seems like itâ
âYou have my word, I really ainât. But now you know how you left me last night, guess weâre even.â Joel turned away with a chuckle as he grabbed another bag and walked to the car.
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CROSSING THE LINE â PART FIVE âĄ
paige x azzi
word count: 7.3k
A/N: This one lowkey took me longer than usual because I tried to make sure I represented both of their situations accurately. You'll get some resolution in this but it's definitely not going to just be rainbows and sunshine forever. Please keep up the comments and reactions!! I love reading what you guys have to say.
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The air in Aaliyahâs suite was tense, a quiet hum of anticipation hanging over the room as the team started trickling in. A few of them had already claimed spots on the couch or floor and the TV was muted, some random game playing in the background, but nobody paid it any attention.
Ice and KK walked in together, loud as always, and Caroline entered not long after, her phone still in hand, followed by Amari who looked between them all with curious eyes.Â
The moment the door clicked shut behind the last person Nika didnât waste time. She pushed herself off the counter she was leaning against and addressed everyone.Â
âThey slept together.â
A stunned silence followed.Â
âWho?â KK broke the silence first, confused without any context. Ice who was sitting next to her just smacked her on the head as it was obvious with who was missing from the room.Â
Nika, confirming anyway, just said âPaige and Azzi.â Her voice was steady, but her expression reflected how serious the situation was with the two of them not talking. âPaige told me like an hour ago.âÂ
A chorus of reactions broke out, some shocked and others not surprised at all.
âI knew it,â Q muttered under her breath, earning an incredulous side glance from Ice.
âSo why did this cause World War Two?â KK asked, raising an eyebrow. âShouldnât that be good news? Thought you were supposed to be a bundle of joy after doing the do.â
A chuckle escaped Nika as she continued, âPaige said Azzi was gone when she woke up. Like, left without a word, turned her phone off. And now they havenât really talked since and itâs messier than it needs to be honestly.â
âWaitâwhat?â Ice sat up straighter. âWhy the hell would Azzi do that?â
âChill out,â Caroline interjected, her tone calm but firm. âWe donât know the full story. Donât start judging before you do.â
The room went quiet again, but Nikaâs gaze zeroed in on Caroline. Something about her reaction struck a chord.
âYou know something, donât you?â Nikaâs question wasnât accusatory, but it was sharp enough to get everyone elseâs attention. âIf you do, you need to tell us. We canât help them if we donât know whatâs going on.â
Caroline hesitated, her fingers tightening around her phone. She glanced around the room, her lips pressing into a thin line as she debated whether to speak.
Aubrey, sitting cross-legged on the floor near the couch, leaned forward. âCome on, Car. We need to know. We barely scraped by last game and Geno was pissed, itâs only going to get harder from here. If we donât fix whatever is going on between them, itâs going to fuck up the season.â
Caroline let out a heavy breath, her internal conflict evident. Azzi was one of her closest friends, and she knew how private Azzi was, especially about something as personal as this. But the situation was already affecting the team on and off the court and it had been almost a month.Â
âAlright,â Caroline said slowly, her voice low. âYes, Azzi left and asked me to take her to the airport, and trust me, I told her how stupid it was after she told me what happened. But she said she needed to, and I didnât push her because she looked like she was about to fall apart.â She paused, shifting uncomfortably as all eyes were on her. âI donât really know what happened while she was gone, just that when I picked her up from the airport when she got back she was... excited. I mean, I hadnât seen her like that in a while. I honestly donât really know what happened after that, but something mustâve gone wrong because she was in my room crying the next day. She wouldnât tell me anything though.â
The room was silent for a beat as everyone absorbed Carolineâs words. Then Ice leaned forward, her face reflecting she was piecing things together. âWait, when Azzi got back that Monday?â
âYeah,â Caroline nodded. âWhy?â
Ice leaned forward her expressions showing she was slowly starting to piece things together. âBecause I was in the suite when Azzi got back.â
All eyes turned to Ice as she continued. âAzzi came back to our suite. I was on the couch playing the game when she walked in. She seemed... kinda nervous but a little giddy. Like she wanted to go see Paige but wasnât sure if she should. She was about to just walk in her room but I told her to knock knowing Paige was in there with some girl. I didnât know they slept together when this happened though.â
âAzzi saw her?â Nika asked, breaking the silence.
Ice nodded grimly. âYeah. Azzi looked like she was about to throw up. And when Azzi didnât say anything Paige justâŠslammed the door in her face.â
âOkay,â Nika began cautiously, âso Azzi left after theyââ she hesitated, glancing around, ââyou know. And when she came back, she saw Paige with someone else in her room?â
âPaige definitely made herself freak out because Azzi left,â Aubrey chimed in, her voice picking up speed as she worked through it, âbut Azzi is upset because Paige started sleeping around again?â
âThatâs what it sounds like,â Caroline said slowly. âAzzi probably thought Paige didnât care. I mean, she comes back all excited, and then... thatâs what she walks into? Of course sheâd feel like she was just another hookup.â
With Carolineâs words, the puzzle finally clicked into place for the team. The fragmented bits of the story now became slightly whole.Â
Ice was the first to speak, her arms crossing as she leaned back on the couch. âWe just need to make them talk.â
âI donât know if thatâs a good idea,â Aaliyah said, her tone cautious. âThey both still seem really emotional. Forcing a conversation might just make things worse.â
âThey arenât even upset anymore,â Ice shot back quickly, shaking her head. âThey both just walk around the suite like sad puppies at this point. Theyâre miserable, and weâre all stuck watching it. They literally just need to speak to each other, and Iâm sure all of this can be solved.â
Finally, Ice shrugged, leaning back against the arm of the couch. âYou know what? Iâll handle it. I live with them. When theyâre both back in the suite later, Iâll make sure they talk.â
âYou think thatâll work?â Aubrey asked skeptically.
âItâs better than just sitting here and doing nothing,â Ice said. âIâll lock them in the same room if I have to.â
There was a mix of amused chuckles and wary glances around the room, but no one disagreed. If anyone could nudge Paige and Azzi toward finally talking, it was their third roommate.
âŠ
Later that day, Azzi was in her room, the faint sound of music playing softly behind the closed door as she was reading a book. Ice was laying on the couch in the common area, idly scrolling on her phone, when she heard the door to the suite open.
Paige walked in, her steps slow, her eyes still slightly puffy from the tears sheâd cried earlier. She didnât look up as she moved toward her room, clearly hoping to slip in without being addressed.
Ice sat up fast, her voice bursting with fake excitement. âP Boogers I miss you!â
Paige paused, startled, but a small fond smile tugged at her lips as she slightly rolled her eyes. She turned to Ice, trying to match her energy, though it didnât fully reach her eyes. âHi, Isuneh. I miss you too.â
She made to continue toward her room, but Ice wasnât having it. âHey, hey, come here,â Ice called out, patting the couch beside her.
Paige frowned, confused. âWhat? Why?â
âJust do it,â Ice insisted with a grin that didnât leave room for argument.
Still puzzled, Paige hesitated before sighing and walking over. She plopped down onto the couch, sitting at the edge as she glanced sideways at Ice.
âGood,â Ice said, clapping her hands together before standing up. âStay right there. Iâll be right back.â
Before Paige could question her further, Ice headed to Azziâs door. She knocked twice, then opened it without waiting for an answer.
âYes?â Azziâs voice was a bit flat, but Ice ignored the tone, walking in and grabbing her by the arm.
âCome on,â Ice said, tugging her toward the door.
Azzi frowned, resisting. âWhat are you doing?â
âFamily meeting,â Ice said, her grip firm.
âFamily meeting?â Azzi repeated, confused.
âYes, and youâre coming,â Ice replied, dragging her out of the room despite her protests.
A moment later, Ice reappeared in the common area, Azzi in tow. She plopped Azzi down on the couch right next to Paige, who looked at her wide-eyed.
âIce what are you doing?â Paige asked, her voice uneasy as her gaze darted between Ice and Azzi.
Ice grinned, crossing her arms and standing in front of them. âYou two are gonna talk.â
Both Paige and Azzi started to protest at the same time, but Ice cut them off with a sharp look. âNope. No excuses. Youâre fixing this. Right here. Right now.â
Paige sighed heavily, crossing her arms. âIce, weâre not just going to magically fix this because you say so.â
Azzi looked equally unimpressed, her arms folding across her chest. âFor once in a while I agree with her.â
Ice rolled her eyes at their ridiculousness already, planting her hands on her hips. âY'all are so damn stubborn. Iâm not asking for magic, just a conversation. Youâre still capable of that right? â
Neither of them responded, the silence thick with unease.
âFine,â Ice pressed, her tone firm. âDonât talk, but youâre not leaving this couch until you do.â
Paige shifted uncomfortably, glancing quickly at Azzi, who stubbornly avoided her gaze. After a long pause, Azzi finally sighed and muttered, âFine. Iâll talk. But I canât do this with you here, Ice.â
Ice arched a skeptical brow. âOh, sure. Because the second I leave, youâll both magically become chatty besties?â
Azzi glared at her. âIâm serious. Iâm not doing this with an audience.â
Paige chimed in softly, her tone more sincere. âIce, itâs okay. Weâll talk. I promise.â
Iceâs gaze darted between them, her arms still crossed. âYou better. Because if I come back and one of you is sulking in your room, Iâm locking you both in the pantry.â
Azzi gave her an exasperated look, but Paige offered a small, reassuring smile. âWeâll talk,â she said again.
After a long moment of hesitation, Ice finally relented. âFine,â she said, stepping back. âBut donât make me regret trusting you two, Iâll get hell if I donât come back with results.â
She paused before leaving, âAnd donât yell at each other. You both hate it and it leads to nothing.âÂ
Azzi muttered under her breath, âNo promises,â earning a slight scoff from Paige, who crossed her arms but said nothing.Â
With that, Ice retreated to her room, closing the door behind her.Â
Once Ice left the silence hung between Paige and Azzi for a while, the suite so quiet they could hear the music coming from Azziâs room. Paige was picking at her nails absentmindedly, her gaze unfocused as she tried to keep herself from spiraling being so close to Azzi. Beside her, Azzi sat quietly, her fingers subconsciously playing with her necklace, the motion almost automatic at this point.
After what felt like an eternity, Azzi finally broke the silence, her voice soft but cutting slightly. âYou donât have to sit here and pretend you want to talk to me P. Itâs fine.â
Paige immediately looked up as if she was waiting for Azzi to speak first. Confused, she says, âHuh, what are you talking about?â
Azzi sighed, clearly already frustrated. She stared at the floor, avoiding Paigeâs gaze. "Nothing, Paige. Nevermind.â
But the silence didnât last long. Azziâs tone changed, turning a little sharper, more pointed as she finally voiced the question that had been on her mind since she came back to Storrs. "Did you even get to clean the sheets before you had somebody else in your bed?"
Paige blinked, her eyes narrowing slightly, before her initial shock turned into something elseâa mix of frustration and defensiveness. She didnât want to engage in the hurtful back-and-forth, but the words spilled out before she could stop them. âI donât know Azzi... maybe you would know if you cared to stick around to find out.â
The room fell quiet again, the jabs leaving an uncomfortable space between them that they clearly didnât want. Neither of them moved, neither of them said anything at first, as though they were both waiting for the other to break the silence. Finally, Azziâs voice broke through again, softer but no less pointed.
âDid it not mean anything to you Paige?â Azziâs words were steady, almost too steady, but there was an underlying vulnerability to them.
Paigeâs chest tightened, and she leaned back on the couch, rubbing her face with her hands, trying to gather her thoughts. She wasnât ready for this conversationânot yet, so she played the confused card. âDid what not mean anything?â Her voice was weary, a little guarded, as she avoided looking directly at Azzi.
Azzi didnât hesitate, her tone unwavering. âYou immediately started sleeping around again. It was like you finally got me to sleep with you, and then I wasnât a second thought anymore. Just like everybody else.âÂ
Paigeâs jaw clenched, and she looked at Azzi, disbelief flickering in her eyes. âThatâs ridiculous,â she said, her voice low but firm.
The silence stretched between them again before Paige let out a long, shaky sigh. She leaned forward, folding her arms across her chest, her gaze softening as she met Azziâs eyes. âYou left me,â she said quietly.Â
Her chest tightened as she continued, the pain in her voice unmistakable. "The morning after Halloween, you were gone. No note, no message, nothing. You just disappeared like what happened didnât matter at all to you!" Her voice was a little too loud.Â
Azzi flinched, her eyes flickering with frustration as she said âPaige, stop yelling. We havenât even started yet and youâre already yelling.â
Paige paused her tears threatening to spill again. She exhaled sharply, biting her lip, before letting out a deep sigh. The volume of her voice softened, but the hurt was still evident. âDo you know what that fucking felt like, Az?â Her voice was lower now, still raw but controlled. âTo physically lay out your heart to someone... to try to be completely fucking vulnerable, and then wake up to nothing? To have someone vanish and act like it was all nothing? Like I didnât mean anything to them?âÂ
Azzi opened her mouth, but no words came out at first. She swallowed hard, fighting back the lump in her throat. âThatâs not what happened, Paige,â she said, her voice quieter now, trying to calm the tension between them.
Paige shook her head, disbelief flashing in her eyes. âThatâs exactly what happened,â she countered. âYou left. No explanation. Nothing. And then you came back and acted like nothing changed. Knocking on my door with this look on your face like you didnât even care how you made me feel while you were gone.â
Azziâs expression twisted, her own frustration building. âNo, Paige! You treated me like I was just some random UConn slut you could forget aboutââ Her voice was sharp, echoing in the room, until Paige gave her a look that made her pause. Azziâs face softened, and she exhaled shakily. âIâm sorry,â she muttered, glancing away. âI didnât mean to yell.â She looked back at Paige, her eyes dark with emotion as she continued, her voice quieter. âYou just... you made me feel like I didnât matter.â
Paigeâs confusion deepened, her brow furrowing. âAzzi, what are you talking about? I basically worshiped you that nightâ she said, her voice softer now but still filled with hurt.
She tried to explain, her voice almost shaking with emotion. âAfter we... After we slept together, and things got a little unclear, you just went right back to doing the same thing you always do. You slept with any girl who came your way, and I was just left there to watch, to hear it. It felt like I was nothing to you. Like I was some one-night stand you got bored with.â
âYou ignored me for days, Azzi,â Paigeâs voice cracked slightly, the pain evident in each word. âWhat was I supposed to think? Your phone was off. You didnât send a single message telling me where you were or what was going on. You just left me hanging, and now youâre acting like itâs all on me?â Her breath came in shallow gasps as she spoke, the frustration of everything unresolved coming to a head.
Azzi opened her mouth to respond, but Paige wasnât done. The words were spilling out now, a flood of everything she had been holding in. âI didnât know what to think. I couldnât think, honestly. I woke up the next morning, and you were just gone. And for three days, you didnât give me a single word. Not one thing to hold onto, or look forward to. What was I supposed to think?â
The words cut through the silence between them, each one a strike against the walls theyâd been building around themselves. Azziâs gaze flickered away for a moment, her chest rising and falling in slow, shaky breaths. She looked down, her voice small but steady as she spoke, barely above a whisper.
âI just needed time,â she said, her words full of vulnerability. âI needed time to think, to figure everything out. I didnât know how to process what happened. I didnât want to do anything rash.â
âHow the hell was I supposed to guess that, Az?â Paigeâs voice rose, her emotions spilling over. âYou just vanished and didnât think to tell me anythingânot one hint of where your head was at. Was I supposed to just sit there waiting for you to come back with some grand explanation? How was I supposed to trust that youâd even come back with something?â
âStop yelling,â Azzi said simply, her tone firm but not angry.
Paige sighed, running a hand through her hair as she leaned back on the couch, forcing herself to lower her voice. âIâm sorryâŠHow was I supposed to know, Az? You left me to figure it out all on my own.â
Azziâs eyes softened with regret as she let out a shaky breath. âI thought... I thought youâd trust me, P. I thought youâd understand that I needed space. I didnât want to hurt you by saying the wrong thing, or worse, doing something I couldnât take back.â
Paigeâs tone softened, but the hurt was still evident in her words. âItâs hard to trust someone who walked out on you. How can I trust you when you just disappeared? You donât do that to someone after they open up to you. You donât vanish for days and leave them wondering if they ever meant anything to you.â
Azziâs expression twisted, frustration mingling with sadness. âI was ready to talk when I got back home. I had it all figured out,â she said, her voice thick with emotion. âBut when I came back, you had some random girl in our suite, probably ready to fuck her. You didnât even try to talk to me. So no, I didnât say anything. I couldnât even look at you after I saw that.â
The silence that followed was deafening, both of them sitting with the weight of the words theyâd thrown at each other.
Paige finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. âI didnât know what else to do, Azzi. I didnât know if you were coming back, if you even cared enough to try.â
Paigeâs breath hitched as she continued, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she looked at Azzi. âI know I shouldnât have done that, and Iâm sorry,â she said, her voice cracking. âIt just felt like you didnât care and that was the only thing I could come up with.â
Azzi finally glanced at Paige, the regret and longing in her eyes almost overwhelming. She hesitated before scooting closer, slowly reaching out to take Paigeâs hand in hers, their fingers lacing together. The touch was hesitant but full of unspoken meaning.
âI cared,â Azzi whispered, her voice barely audible, a rawness to it that Paige had never heard before. âI cared so much that it scared me. Scared me not knowing where you stood, not knowing if I even meant anything to you. And for everything I did... Iâm so sorry. For leaving you when you needed me. For making you cry, for making those beautiful blue eyes of yours look so sad. I hate that I did that to you.â
She paused, her voice trembling slightly as the words continued to spill out. âIâm sorry for all the snide remarks, the times I pushed you away when you were reaching out, for making you feel like you didnât matter, when you meant everything to me. Iâm sorry for every moment I made you feel small, when youâre anything but that. I promise you I never wanted to hurt you, Paige. I just... I was scared. And in all my fear, I made it so you were the problem, when it was never you.â
Azzi took a deep breath before speaking again, her voice laced with regret as she finally began telling Paige what happened. âI got up before you. I was planning on getting breakfast for us because I knew you were going to have a hangover.â She paused, looking down at their interlaced fingers, before continuing. âBut when I was getting the food, I ran into one of your hookups. The one we ran into that night we were going to eat and you told her I was your girlfriend. So I guess to antagonize me she said something that... that reminded me of how much youâve slept around. It... it scared me, Paige. It made me think about what happened between us, and I didnât know what that night meant to you, what I meant to you. I didnât know if I was going to be just another one night stand.â
Paige tried to speak but Azzi continued, âI guess she saw my initial reaction and decided to keep going. She asked if you were still as aggressive as you used to be and started rambling about all the things you did to her. I just..I felt so inadequate, Paige. Iâve never done any of that. I didnât even know how to respond.â
Paige froze, her stomach sinking at the words. âShe did what?â she breathed, shocked.
Azziâs voice was barely a whisper now, and she looked away. âShe said it casually, as if it was no big deal. But it made me think, made me question everything. It reminded me of how much youâve been... you know, sleeping around, and how experienced you are, and it just⊠kinda hit me. That Iâve never done anything like that and Iâm probably a lot more inexperienced than the other girls youâve been with.â Azzi continues kind of rambling now, âI started to wonder if it was even good for you. If I did anything wrong. You didnât even try anything like that with me. I donât even know if youâre into that kind of thing with me and it was just too much, so I had to take some time to think and when I came back and saw someone in the suite it just made all those feelings resurface.â
Paigeâs heart clenched painfully as the weight of Azziâs words sank in. She reached out and grabbed Azziâs jaw gently, urging her to look at her. âAzzi, I swear to you, I never meant for you to feel like that,â she said, her voice trembling with sincerity. âI didnât know she said that. I didnât even know you were... Fuck Iâm so so sorry Az, I didnât ever want to make you feel that way.â
Azziâs eyes filled with tears, but she didnât pull away. âIt hurt, Paige,â she whispered, her voice cracking. âIt really hurt. And I came back I had everything ready but you wereââ
Azzi stopped, biting her lip as if trying to keep herself from falling apart. Instead, she took a deep breath and stood up. âWait here,â she said softly before disappearing into her room.
Paige blinked, confused and concerned at the abruptness, her heart racing as she sat there waiting. When Azzi returned a few moments later, she was holding a crumpled up airport paper, covered in messy scribbles and arrows.Â
Azzi handed it to Paige without a word, sitting back down as Paige unfolded it, her brows furrowing as she scanned the chaotic notes. âWhat...is this?â
âItâs a list,â Azzi said quietly. âI made it after⊠you know, that night. I was trying to calm myself down and prove that it wasnât just some hookup for you, that it meant something more.â
Paigeâs eyes darted over the napkin, trying to decipher the messy scrawl. Words and phrases jumped out at her. She kissed me, with an arrow towards for the second time in the corner of the napkin. Jealous at Tedâs but that one had a lot of question marks followed by she wouldâve just told me which was crossed out with the words no she wouldnât next to it. Other words Paige could clearly make out TeammatesâŠfelt too inanimateâŠthe way she looked at me, which was underlined a few multiple times with the words think iâm delusional next to it.Â
As Paige continues trying to decipher the napkin, realization dawns on her face. Her fingers slightly tighten around the paper as her chest tightens with emotion. The arrows connecting some points and scribbled-out words showed how much thought Azzi had put into it, even in her uncertainty.
âI had everything figured out,â Azzi said, her voice trembling. âI was ready to show you, to make you understand even if you werenât ready, that it couldnât have been just casual for you. It had to be something deeper. But then I saw her in your bed, and it all fell apart. God, Paige, I felt so stupid. Like Iâd made everything up in my head.â
Paige stared at the napkin, guilt and heartbreak washing over her in waves. âAzziâŠâ
Azzi shook her head, looking away. âI cared so much about sleeping with you it scared me, Paige. And when I saw her, I just⊠I couldnât do it anymore.â
Paigeâs eyes filled with tears as she placed the napkin on the table and cupped Azziâs face gently, urging her to look at her. âAzzi, I swear to you, I never meant for you to feel like that,â she said her, her voice quiet but steady. âI didnât even know she said that. I didnât even know you wereâŠI wasnât that way with you because youâre so much more than that to me Az. I never wanted you to feel like you were just another hookup. I knew it was your first time with a girl, and I just wanted to take everything slow. I wanted you to feel safe, to feel like it was okay to just feel everything and justâŠjust be. I was trying to show you how much I cared that night, and I thought maybe... maybe that was the way to make you understand. But it wasnât. I see that now.â
Azziâs face softened as she absorbed Paigeâs words. The tension between them seemed to ease just a little, but there was still a quiet sorrow in her eyes. She closed her eyes for a moment, taking a breath before speaking. âIâm so sorry,â she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. âI never meant to make you feel alone, I know how hard that is for you. I was just so caught up in my own feelings, my own fear. I was so afraid of getting hurt that I couldnât care about how anyone else felt.â
Paige reached out, cupping Azziâs face gently in her hands again. She felt the weight of Azziâs pain, the vulnerability in her touch, and it broke something inside her. âI understand,â she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. âI get it. I do. But you mean the world to me, Azzi. I never wanted to make you feel less than. I just wanted you to know how much I care, how much I need you.â
Azziâs eyes fluttered open, locking with Paigeâs, and she leaned into the touch, a tear slipping down her cheek. She didnât say anything right away, just let the silence hang between them, the weight of everything they had just shared in the air. At that moment, words didnât seem to matter as much as the quiet connection between them.
Paige pulled Azzi into a tight, much-needed hug. She buried her face in Azziâs hair and whispered, âIâm so sorry Azzi.â Azzi squeezed her back, the tension in her body easing with every second. âIâm sorry too,â she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. The two of them sat in their embrace for a while, both of them making up for what they felt like was lost time.Â
Iceâs door creaked open hesitantly. She hadnât heard voices for some time, so she peeked out to check on the situation. Her eyes landed on Paige and Azzi wrapped in each otherâs arms, their tears visible even from where she stood. A grin tugged at her lips as she then leaned against the wall.
âOkay thank god you figured it out,â Ice teased, crossing her arms. âI was starting to think Iâd have to find a lock for the pantry. It was hard being a child of a divorced home.â
Azzi laughed through her tears, her face still pressed to Paigeâs shoulder. âShut up, Ice,â she said, her voice thick but light with humor.
Paige chuckled softly, finally pulling back just enough to wipe at Azziâs damp cheeks. The warmth in her gaze made Azziâs heartache in the best way.
Ice smirked, watching them for a moment longer before retreating back into her room, muttering something about how they better keep it down if thereâs any more funny business around this house. Paige and Azzi exchanged a watery laugh, the tension between them finally broken.
âŠ
Later that night, after showering and getting into her pajamas, Paige sat on her bed, the controller in her hands as she settled into her game for the first time in a while. She hadnât felt in the mood to play in weeks, but tonight was obviously different.
Azzi walked into the room quietly, dressed in her pajamas and a bonnet. She stood by the door for a moment, hesitant, taking in the space that felt unfamiliar in this new version of them, something a little more than a friendship but not a relationship. She hadnât been in Paigeâs room like thisâso casually, so unburdenedâsince OctoberâŠsince they slept together. It felt like the distance between them had changed everything, and for a second, she wasnât sure how to exist in here.
But then she heard Paige mutter something incoherent at the game, followed by an exaggerated shout of frustration when she was killed. Azziâs lips curled into a smile at the familiar sound. That was more like the Paige she knew. It made Azzi relax a little.
Azzi made her way over to the bed and sat down on the edge next to Paige, her body a little stiff at first. She wasnât sure what to do with herself, what was ok to do and what wasnât. But then, as she watched Paige continue to play, she cracked a joke, letting it slip out without thinking.
âHave you always been this bad, or is tonight just special?â Azzi teased, her voice light with amusement.
Paige paused the game immediately, her brow furrowing as she turned to face Azzi, an exaggerated look of disbelief on her face. âExcuse me? What did you just say?â
Azzi shrugged nonchalantly, her eyes still on her phone, scrolling absentmindedly. âEh, just stating the obvious.â
Paige crossed her arms, trying to hold back a grin. âIâm being disrespected in my own room, this is crazy.â She said, her voice a little dramatic, but the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her.
Azzi chuckled, and for a moment, the tension from the past few weeks seemed to slip away. The easy banter between them returned, small but meaningful, like they hadnât spent any time apart. Paige rolled her eyes, but there was a warmth in her chest, the kind that came with knowing things were moving in the right direction.
Paige tilted her head, looking at Azzi. âYou wanna play?â
Azzi looked up from her phone, her brow raising as if Paige had just asked her to solve all the worldâs problems. âMe? Play? Are you crazy?â She shook her head. âIâve never played before. And Iâve heard you, KK, and Ice yelling a little too much to know better.â
Paige shrugged, unfazed. âNo big deal. Youâll like it.â She said as she tried to hand Azzi the controller.
Azzi hesitated, giving the controller a wary glance before reluctantly taking it. The second she started playing, Paige immediately realized how bad things were going to be. Within seconds, Azziâs character on the screen was walking off of the building Paige had built, spinning in circles, and doing everything but what she was supposed to be doing.
âAzzi what the hell!â Paige burst out laughing as she watched the chaos unfold. âWhat are you even doing?!â
âI donât know!â Azzi cried out, frantically mashing random buttons as her character continued to flail in every direction, shooting randomly here and there. She pushed Paigeâs shoulder with a playful shove. âShut up and help me!â
Paige tried to compose herself, still grinning as she pointed at the screen. âOkay, okay, see this button? Thatâs to move. And that one? Thatâs to aim. Youâre justââ She dissolved into laughter again as Azziâs character jumped straight towards someone shooting at her and immediately died.
Azzi groaned, pouting as she turned to Paige with a frown. âThis isnât funny! Youâre supposed to be helping, not laughing at me.â
âI am helping!â Paige insisted through her giggles, her cheeks aching from how hard she was laughing. She reached over, guiding Azziâs hands on the controller. âLook, just press this one andâ no not that one!â
Azzi let out an exaggerated huff, dropping the controller onto her lap. âThis is impossible. Youâre a terrible teacher.â
âYouâre just a terrible student,â Paige shot back, her grin widening.
At this, Azzi pouted harder, her lips pushing out in exaggerated frustration. Paige couldnât help but laugh, shaking her head. âAlright, alright, come here,â she said, scooting back on the bed to make room.
Azzi gave her a skeptical look but didnât argue, sliding into the spot Paige had just been sitting in, directly in front of the TV. Paige scooted up behind her, settling comfortably as she wrapped her arms around Azzi to guide her hands on the controller.
Azzi stiffened at first, her body going rigid against Paigeâs. Paige noticed immediately, a soft smile tugging at her lips. âRelax, Az,â she said, her voice gentle, her breath warm against Azziâs ear. âIâm not gonna bite, Just teaching you how to play the game I swear.â
Azzi huffed a small laugh, the tension easing out of her shoulders as she leaned back into Paige. âYou better not,â she murmured, her tone lighter.
As Azzi settled into Paigeâs hold, she tilted her head slightly, her gaze lingering on Paigeâs face, which was now resting on her shoulder. Paige smirked, not even looking away from the TV. âStop staring and focus on the game, Azzi.â
âIâm not staring,â Azzi muttered, rolling her eyes, though her cheeks warmed slightly.
âSure youâre not,â Paige teased, her tone dripping with amusement. âThis is why youâre so bad at the gameâyouâre too distracted by me so you arenât listening to instructionsâ
Azzi scoffed. âPlease, Iâd be amazing if you werenât breathing down my neck every two seconds.â
Paige chuckled, her voice low and playful. âYou like it, donât lie.â
Azzi tried to keep a straight face, but the corners of her lips twitched as she turned her attention back to the screen. âWhatever. Just show me which button Iâm supposed to press.â
âAlright, I got this,â Paige said, her fingers wrapping around Azziâs to guide her movements. As they moved, Paigeâs fingers brushed over Azziâs, each shift in position almost feeling intentional, like she was trying to distract her more than help with the game. âSee? You press this one to jump. No, not that oneâthis one,â Paige corrected, her hand pressing lightly on Azziâs, guiding her thumb to the correct button.
Azzi shot Paige a playful glare, her lips curling into a smile despite herself. âAre you just playing for me now?â
Paige didnât even try to hide her grin. âYouâre a terrible student, Azzi. What do you expect?â Her voice was teasing, but there was a warmth beneath it, the closeness between them now undeniable. She adjusted her grip on Azziâs hands, their fingers interlacing as she continued to control the game for both of them.
Azzi couldnât help but laugh at how effortlessly Paige took over. âYouâre not even letting me play at this point. Whatâs the point of me being here?â
Paigeâs fingers tightened around Azziâs making sure she didnât go anywhere, guiding them both. âYouâre here to keep me entertained,â she teased.Â
Azzi rolled her eyes, trying to focus on the screen, but her attention kept drifting to the feel of Paigeâs hand in hers, the pressure of her touch. âI think you just like controlling things,â Azzi said, her voice softer now, with a hint of something more teasing underneath.
Paige smirked, her grip remaining firm as she helped Azzi push through the game. âYou know I love being in control.âÂ
Azzi shifted, feeling the warmth of Paigeâs chest against her back as she continued to play. âYouâre really trying to get me flustered, huh?â Azzi teased, though the playful tone didnât quite match the fluttering feeling in her stomach.
Paigeâs chuckle was low and soft, her lips brushing against the side of Azziâs neck as she continued guiding her hands. âIf youâre flustered, then Iâm doing something right.â She let out a light laugh when Azzi flinched slightly at the touch. âBut you need to focus, Az. Weâre trying to win here.â
Azzi, still caught in the tangle of their touch and the warmth of Paigeâs breath, let out a small, involuntary laugh. âIâm trying, but itâs hard when youâre distracting me like this.â
Paige leaned in, her lips grazing Azziâs ear as she whispered, âThen I guess youâll just have to try harder, huh?â
As Azziâs thumb pressed the button under Paigeâs guidance, she couldnât ignore the way her pulse quickened under Paigeâs touch. âYouâre insane,â Azzi muttered, but she didnât pull away.
Paigeâs smile deepened, the playful glint in her eyes never fading as she held Azziâs hands in hers. âYou say that like itâs a bad thing.â
Azzi smirked, her voice light and teasing as she turned her head just enough for their faces to be dangerously close. âI didnât say it was a bad thing,â she replied, her tone playful but with a hint of challenge. Her eyes locked with Paigeâs, a subtle heat building between them. âBut youâre starting a game that I was always better than you at,â she added, her words dripping with teasing confidence as she leaned just a little closer, her breath brushing against Paigeâs skin.
Azziâs smirk only deepened as she leaned back slightly, tilting her head just enough to make their lips almost touch. The tension in the air shifted, both of them clearly forgetting the game in favor of something else. Her voice dropped to a near whisper, sending a shiver down Paigeâs spine. âI miss you, P. Iâve been replaying it in my head for weeks,â Azzi murmured, her fingers gently tracing over Paigeâs fingers, the motion intentional and carrying an unmistakable double meaning.
Paige swallowed hard, her breath catching as Azziâs words lingered in the space between them. Her heart raced, but she quickly detached herself from Azzi, leaning back and breaking the moment with a forced, lighthearted laugh. âAlright, I need to get away from Casanova here before I forget how to function,â Paige joked, trying to ease the tension as she put some space between them, though her smile betrayed her, a mix of amusement and something deeper still lingering in her eyes.
Azzi let out a soft sigh and rolled her eyes, clearly amused by Paigeâs attempt to lighten the mood. Without saying another word, she grabbed her book from the bedside table and settled comfortably into Paigeâs bed, leaning back against the pillows as she opened it to the page she had left off on.
Paige glanced over at her, a smile tugging at her lips as she started the game again, the sound of the controller clicking in the quiet room. Every now and then, sheâd catch a glimpse of Azziâs relaxed posture, her head slightly tilted down as she read, and the small sense of comfort that filled the space between them was nice to have again.Â
After a while, because Paige really was rusty, she finally won a round of Fortnite, she threw the controller onto the bed with a triumphant âVictory!â She turned around, expecting to see Azziâs usual playful smirk, but instead, Azzi was fast asleep, her body sprawled across the bed. The sight of her like thisâcalm, peaceful, unguardedâstruck something in Paige. She hadnât seen Azzi like this in a while, and it warmed her more than she expected.
Paige smiled softly to herself, a little bittersweet. After turning everything off she carefully climbed into bed, trying not to wake Azzi, but the moment she settled in, Azzi instinctively shifted closer, snuggling into her side like it was the most natural thing in the world. Paige smiled again, a real, gentle smile, her heart fluttering at the simple act of them being close again.
The room was quiet for a while, save for the soft, rhythmic sound of Azziâs breathing. Paige felt herself drifting to sleep for the first time in a while, feeling the weight of everything theyâd been through slowly melting away, replaced by the comfortable warmth of having Azzi beside her again. Just as she was about to fall asleep, Azziâs soft voice broke the silence.
âThank you for the necklace,â Azzi whispered, her voice barely audible. Paigeâs chest tightened at the sincerity behind the words.
Paige smiled, her eyes still closed, and whispered back, her voice soft with affection. âYouâre welcome.â
A small moment of silence passed between them as they both settled into the shared space of the bed. They werenât togetherânot yetâbut there was a quiet understanding between them. They werenât rushing anything. They would work on it slowly but surely until they were ready. It felt like progress, even without words.
Just as they settled into a peaceful sleep, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hall. Ice, who had been passing by, peeked in and caught a glimpse of the two of them. She paused for a moment, watching as Paige and Azzi snuggled so naturally together. She smiled to herself, happy for them, before snapping a quick picture, closing the door and walking down the hallway to send the picture in the groupchat.
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siblings or dating?
mary fowler x mancity!reader
summary: people never knew what your relationship was like with your doppelgÀnger
itâs always been something people noticed first. the resemblance.
you still remember the first time you met mary, both of you showing up early to manchester cityâs preseason camp. its weird wearing blue, since you were used to the pink you wore for portland.Â
the first person you spotted was mary. you spotted her across the field and froze for half a secondâshe looked like you. same sharp jawline, matching cheekbones, eyes that crinkled the same way when she laughed.Â
she mustâve felt it too because when her gaze landed on you, she blinked, tilted her head, and gave you the same crooked grin you wore when you were confused.
âweird,â sheâd said when you finally introduced yourselves, shaking hands, studying each other like you were staring into a mirror.
âyeah.. uh.. itâs a little weird,â you agreed, trying to suppress the laugh that bubbled in your throat.
it wasnât until months later that you realized how much weirder it would get. teammates made jokes almost immediately, calling you âtwinsâ when you sat next to each other on the team bus, making you pair up for drills because âyouâre basically the same person.âÂ
you and mary laughed it off at first. then it started becoming a thing. fans pointing it out on social media. commentators stumbling over how to describe you when you lined up next to each other on the pitch.Â
your own families were raising eyebrows when you brought mary home over the holidays. itâs impossible not to see it: you look alike.
so when you and mary fell into a relationshipâa slow burn that neither of you expected but both of you welcomedâyou wondered how the hell you were going to explain it to anyone outside the locker room.
âweâre not sisters,â mary said once, teasing you after a particularly brutal âtwinâ joke from the team.Â
âi promise. iâm just the prettier version of you.â
you rolled your eyes but smiled anyway because, well, you thought mary was beautiful. it didnât matter that she looked like you; she wasnât you. she was stubborn and fierce and australian and always knew when to crack a joke to lighten the mood.Â
she wasnât your mirrorâshe was your partner.
it didnât stop the world from noticing, though. the viral moment happened on an ordinary saturday afternoon, city up by a single goal against arsenal. you were desperate to close the game out, sprinting into the box as the minutes ticked down. laia sent a pass your way, and you didnât thinkâjust struck the ball cleanly, sending it past the keeper into the far corner.
the stadium erupted. you spun around, pumping your fists in celebration, and then mary was there, arms wrapping around you from behind, lifting you off the ground.
âyes, y/n!â she shouted into your ear, her voice breaking through the roar of the crowd.
you laughed, leaning back against her, letting the moment settle over you. you could feel her grinning against your shoulder, her excitement bleeding into yours.Â
for a second, you forgot that you were on a pitch in front of thousands of peopleâit was just you and mary, a girl who loved you and who you loved right back.
the moment exploded on social media.
fans who followed you closely were thrilled, posting screenshots of maryâs arms around you, captions calling it the sweetest thing theyâd ever seen. but casual viewers, the ones who didnât know your story, were confused.
âare they sisters or girlfriends?â
âthis is so weird. they look identical.â
âis anyone going to talk about how sheâs dating her doppelgĂ€nger?â
you and mary laughed about it later, scrolling through twitter together on the couch. mary leaned her head on your shoulder, smirking as she read a particularly unhinged comment aloud.
âitâs strange, isnât it?â you murmured, setting your phone down.Â
mary hummed, thoughtful for a beat.Â
âmaybe. but we donât have to explain anything to anyone, do we?â
she was right. you didnât owe anyone an explanation. you didnât owe them the story of how you met,and how you fell in love. youâd found someone who made you feel seen and loved and wholeâsomeone who just happened to look like you.
âbesides,â mary added, nudging you playfully,Â
âyouâre lucky. not everyone gets to date someone as beautiful as me.â
you rolled your eyes, laughing softly as you kissed her temple.Â
âyouâre right. iâm lucky.â
and you were.
you didnât care what anyone else thought. mary was yours, and you were hers, and that was all that mattered.
masterlist
#mary fowler#manchester city#woso fanfics#woso community#woso x reader#australia#auswnt#vivianne miedema
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A desperate yandere in your area
Chapter 3 : A new pet
Sub pathetic yandere x GN reader
Previous chapter
(This is a work of fiction for entertainment purposes only, I do not support yandere behaviors in real life)
CW: NSFW, praise kink, teasing, porn with plot, petplay, obsessive behaviour, yandere, mention of stalking, giving head/eating out, dom reader, receiving reader, bottoming reader and use of protection
(Even if the reader is bottoming at some point I made it vague enough so you can imagine which whole is being used.)
Word count: Over 3K
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As stupid as it was, you didnât call the police.
There you were, sitting in front of your phone, debating if you were making the right choice or not. You finally took it and called the coffee shop, cutely named âBrioche d'Orâ. You jumped in your seat when a cheery voice answered.
âYou have called Brioche dâOr! Iâm Pierre, how can I help you today?â
âCan I speak to JacceâŠplease?â
âYes absolutely, could I get your name?â
You told the employee your name and heard shuffling on the other end of the line, before you could faintly hear him say âYouâre more popular than I thought!â You had to suppress a chuckle, because by that time, Jacce had taken the phone from Pierre.Â
âH-hey, you wanted to talk to me?â
âYes, at what time could you come to my place today?â
Silence fell on the other line, except for his heavy breathing. Even if you werenât in front of him, it's like you could feel the warmth of his breath through the handset.
âIs 3 pm alright?â his voice sounded choked, as if he had runned out of air.Â
You hummed in response and swiftly told him goodbye, hanging up before he could answer. Your face was burning hot and your heart was hammering in your chest. You looked at the time. You had five hours until he arrived.Â
***
The moment you heard knocking on the door you took a deep breath. The man standing at your doorstep was towering over you with the most nervous, but strangely excited, expression on his face. You didn't even give him the chance to open his mouth as you pulled him inside. When the front door was shut close, Jacce leaned in on youâ expecting you to kiss him. You awkwardly turned your head to the side while pressing your hands on his chest to prevent him from getting closer. He tilted his head, confused, but you could see some arousal in them, surely due to your touch.
âLet's go to the living room.â You whispered, feeling like your lungs were crushed by the proximity.Â
As you sat down on the couch, Jacce remained standing, giving you quick glances as if he was waiting for you to say something.Â
âYou can sit, you know.â
To your surprise, he sat on the ground instead of taking a place beside you or in any other chair available. You could feel your lower half warm up instantly at his actions. You scolded yourself mentally for being turned on by a simple action, but it didnât prevent you from imagining the most blasphemous scenarios. You cough the thoughts away before opening your mouth again.Â
âOk so, I thought about you becoming my⊠you knowâŠâ
It was out of the question for you to say âpetâ or âservantâ, this whole situation was already lewd enough with him kneeled down before you. Luckily Jacce nodded without saying the quiet part out loud.Â
âI guess it was pretty obvious since I invited you hereâŠÂ " You laughed awkwardly as you felt the heat rise up to your face.Â
In the meanwhile, Jacce kept staring up at you with this submissive look, accentuated by his down turned eyes. He was really making it hard for you to think straight. It was almost like his body language was screaming at you to kiss him already.Â
"Does that mean I can⊠live with you from now on?" He asked, tilting his head.Â
You froze at the question. Even if this guy had clearly shown that he wished to be yours, you didnât realize it meant living together as well. You blamed your touch depraved self for not thinking any of this through.Â
"Oh em⊠I didnât think about that part⊠Donât you have an apartment or something?â
âI have a house actually, but itâs ok⊠I want to be with you.â
You look at him stunned, how could he talk about leaving his house behind like it was nothing!? Especially in this economy! Maybe he was hoping for you to move in with him one day, but you had other things to worry about for now.Â
âI guess you could live here if you promise to do what I say."
Jacce nodded with clear eagerness, and you swore you saw his pupils dilate as he spoke again. âI p-promise! Iâll do anything just to stay by your side. "Â
As threatening as that last part sounded, you felt honored that someone would go that far just for you. You also mentally winced, you had no time to unpack all the childhood trauma that could have led you to think this way.Â
âSo no more stalking if I tell you to?â
He seemed to ponder at first, but ultimately agreed, âI wonât need to anyway since I am yours now, but y-yay Iâll stop.âÂ
âAnd no more secretly touching yourself while watching me?â
He shook his head up and down quickly. You could feel the lust and impatience taking control of him the more time he was spending in your presence, his entire face getting flustered by the second. You wanted the same thing then him at that moment, but it was crucial to establish rules and you had one more in mind.Â
"Before settling this, I need to make something very clear. I know you want to pleasure me and all, but I donât want you to force yourself when youâre not in the mood. "
"Butâ"
"Ah ah. No but, If Iâm not one hundred percent sure you want it to, we wonât do anything. No arguing with that. Say that you will always be honest."
Despite Jacce being visibly shocked, not understanding why you wouldnât want to use him without his input, a part of him was touched. If that wasn't proof of your love for him, he didnât know what else could prove it.Â
âI will⊠always be honest about my moodâŠâ He said slowly, almost like a child being forced to admit a fault they committed.Â
âGood and now thatâs cleared, do you want to continue where we left off lastâ.â
âYES!â
You were caught off guard by the sudden rise of his voice, but you were more surprised by his lack of action. You expected Jacce to jump on you like a dog in heat, but no, instead he was twitching his hips forward into the air with his tongue slightly sticking out. He had been a well behaved boy ever since he got here now that you think about it. He certainly deserved a treat.Â
You started unzipping your pants as the kneeled man watched your every move, his body trembling in anticipation. You took your pants off, followed by your underwear, grinning at the little whimper he let out at the sight of your private parts. You tapped your thighs, and the man immediately crawled to settle between your legs, licking his lips. You couldnât help but grin at the lewd display.
"Pleaseee can I lick?" He whined as his gaze was still fixated on your arousal.Â
A soft yes escaped your mouth, as you prepared yourself mentally. He leaned forward and took your core into his mouth, slowly swirling his tongue around while his hands caressed your thighs. Â
âGood boy.â You cooed.Â
Jacce moaned and continued to move his head eagerly, covering every bit with saliva. He felt a wave of ecstasy wash over him as he tasted you on his tongue. His free hand reached down to pull his cock out of his pants, making it stand tall against his clothes stomach. The second he was done, Jacceâs hands went to cup your thighs again, gripping the soft flesh possessively. He was using his mouth like a pro, making you wonder if he had done this before or if he just⊠practiced with toys.
After a while of him servicing you like an obedient little puppy, you couldnât hold back the burning desire residing in your guts anymore.Â
It was too much. He was too much.
So you placed your hands behind his head, slowly taking a fist full of his hair. The soft gesture made Jacce moan between your legs, thinking you were petting him as a result of his devotion. If only he knew that it was hiding a less innocent intention.Â
"Jacce I really need toâŠÂ "
He seemed to finally understand what you were trying to do since his grip on you disappeared and he stopped moving his head. Jacce stared up at you through his eyelashes, waiting for you to sink into your desires. You leisurely started to move your hips so as not to startle him, but quickly picked up the pace. The man under you kept making loud sounds of pleasure despite your roughness. The vibration on your sensitive skin stimulated your arousal even more. Even with the tears forming in the corner of his eyes, Jacceâs cock couldnât stop leaking. If his mouth wasnât occupied right now, he would have gone on and on about how much he loved you.Â
While lost in the overwhelming sensations, your mind was suddenly reminded to check on the guy choking under you. You swiftly looked down with your eyelids halfway closed. If anything, his rolled back eyes and the fact that he was still trying to touch you in other ways were good indicators that he was enjoying this as much as you were. In spite of his visible enthusiasm, you pulled away to let him breathe, which made him whine in disappointment. Now that his head was out of the way, you were also able to see his swollen dick pulsing like crazy, precum oozing out of it to complete the look. Knowing he could get this hard by simply servicing you was making him even more attractive.Â
"Look at you⊠not touching yourself because I didnât allow you too. " You answer between shortness of breath, âI think you deserve to⊠to feel good with me now.âÂ
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You lowered yourself until the tip of his glans brushed against your hole. You wrapped your fingers at the base of his cock and patted it against your entrance. Jacce winced at the contact, or in better terms, the painful lack of it.Â
âPlease please please, let⊠let me be inside. Pleaseee.â He begged, trying his hardest to keep his hips down.Â
âYou need to be patient, Jacce.â You reminded him while ignoring his pleas.Â
You werenât much better to be honest. The thought of fucking him stupid clouded your mind since that time you gave him a hand job. Your self control was all for show since you didnât want to look like a desperate pervert in front of him. That was his job.Â
After some more teasing, you finally sunk down onto his dick, gritting your teeth as it stretched you out. The both of you let out moans at the pleasurable sensation. The feeling of his hard cock inside you was already overwhelming all your senses.Â
âDoes it Nghâ hurt? Do you w-want⊠to stop?â
Despite his worried tone, his facial expression and heavy breathing gave away how blissed out he was. He also kept making small whines ever since his cock was surrounded by your warmth, not to mention that his cock also pulsated non stop against your walls.Â
âIâm ok. You're just⊠thick.â You answered vaguely, too embarrassed to admit how he was stuffing you up perfectly.Â
Pride overtook him, knowing that his dick would definitely grace all of your sensitive spots. Thatâs what he was made for, to be used by you until he breaks and to be an obedient pet that feels fulfilled by making you happy.Â
Only when you felt your insides adjusted to his shape did you raise your hips slowly, before dropping yourself with all your weight. You kept that pace, all the while admiring his face twist in pleasure.Â
âIâm yours!" He cried out instinctively in a quivering voice, "a-all yours!"
To keep yourself bouncing rhythmically, one of your hands went to his shoulder. You cupped his face with the other, gently caressing his cheek to compensate how ruthless you were with his cock. Jacce looked at you through his messy hair and fuck he had the most dazed expression. He couldnât help but whimper loudly and nuzzle his head into your touch. You expected him to say something again as he opened his mouth, but instead he started sucking on your thumb as he kept up your gaze.
âSuch a good puppy for me.â You praised while bouncing faster.Â
The mess under you moaned and gasped as new waves of pleasure hit his nervous system. The sound of your ass hitting the flesh of his thigh became louder from your swift movements, almost overshadowing the cute sounds Jacce couldnât keep to himself. He had stopped sucking your finger, to your disappointment, but it looked like he was actually trying to say something now. You leaned closer, making sure to let your warm breath graze his skin.Â
âCome on, I know you can use your words.â
The mess under you made multiple whines in response. You were so cruel to force him to speak like a proper human being when his brain was clearly far too gone to create any coherent sentences. You glanced down and saw how hard he was clenching his hands, both resting onto the soft material of the sofa. So you slowed down a bit, allowing him to speak his mind. Jacce swallowed the drool that had accumulated in his mouth, before answering as best as he could.Â
âIf you go Mnghâ this fa-fast, I wonât⊠Ah ah⊠be able to keep it in like a good boâ Unff.â His breath had drastically quickened, confirming his complaints.Â
âSo sensitive.â You teased, while sneaking a hand under his shirt to go play with his nipples.Â
âAarghâ mmff!â Jacce leaned up to trap you in a strong embrace, preventing you from stimulating him further, âw-would be too m-much.â He sobbed into the fabric of your clothes.Â
Taking pity on him, and totally not turned on even more by his behavior, you wiggled your hand out of between your chests and cupped the back of his head. Jacce's body and grip eased up as the gentle tingle of your touch took its effects on him.Â
âThankâyouâŠâ He muttered in that whiny tone that made you go crazy.Â
âNow, how about I let you choose the rhythm?â You grin mischievously, knowing the kind of reaction it would get out of him. Just as you expected, Jacceâs eyes opened wide and you could see a glint of excitement in them.Â
âA-are you sure? I⊠I really can?âÂ
You hummed in response while guiding one of his hands to your waist. To feel his trembling touch against your exposed skin made your stomach twist in that familiar urge to turn him into a crying mess. But no. You wanted his first time with you to be more relaxed. The humiliation of making him cum prematurely would come later, if heâs on board with it, which you're pretty sure he would.Â
Meanwhile, your puppy didnât need more for his fingers to dig into your flesh and his hips to tentatively roll up to meet with your pelvis. Jacceâs eyes closed from the spark of pleasure, but only for him to force them open so he could admire your complexion. He had spent enough time imagining your face alone in his room, and now that he had the real deal in front of him he was going to enjoy every second of it.Â
âLovâyou⊠M-mineâŠnghââ He muttered in a whiny voice, only to repeat mine over and over again, louder each time.Â
You couldnât tell if it was a statement on his part or if he was looking for your approval. Either way you found the contrast between his possessive words and his pathetic attitude endearing. He could say that as much as he wanted, but you both knew that, at the end of the day, he was more yours than anything else.Â
Jacce started grinding up on your ass desperately, as if you were a magnet he couldnât pull away from. His brain couldnât think of anything else than the ecstasy coursing through his body every time his shaft was engulfed inside you once more. For someone who wanted you to go slow in the fear of cumming prematurely, he was going strangely fast now. Both of your hands grasped at his shoulder as not to go flying off because of the unfaltering movements of his hips. It would undeniably leave marks, especially with how your fingernails were pressed into his skin, not that he minded. It would be concrete proof that he was yours and that this wasnât just a hyper-realistic wet dream.Â
Jacceâs body shuddered uncontrollably as he tried his best to not cum right then and there. He needed to be a good boy for you. Meaning he needed your permission to cum, especially since it would be his first time with you. But more importantly, he needed you to climax first. To think he didnât get the chance to taste it on his tongue earlier made him pout for a second. He was more than grateful that you wanted him to feel good too, but still, your pleasure was his priority!
âI-I need ngff⊠your c-cum Ah ahâ p-please cum with me!â
Lucky for him, you were also close to your breaking point, the feeling in your guts ready to explode into a million pieces.Â
âYes puppy, l-letâs cum together.â You whisper back with a breathless voice.
One of your hands left his post to touch yourself down there, as best as you could anyway considering the way you were bouncing up and down on his cock. Your insides instantly tightened around him as sensation, pulling new sounds out of him. It was just the right push to tension to finally let go.Â
Your body froze, and you had him in a vice grip, his dick and his shoulder alike. With your head thrown back, a shrill moan escaped your lips. This was the only signal Jacce needed to finish as well, his hips snapping back in short but swift motions. He emptied every last drop of his cum inside the rubber condom. His last moan, if it could even be qualified as such, was mixed with the start of your name, but ended with a pathetic whine.Â
As Jacce came back to his senses, he could feel an uncontrollable smile forming on his lips. It was the first time you came because of him and he was feeling euphoric. Now that he got a taste of being the source of your guttural desires, there was no way he would ever leave you. He could feel his heart beating drum in his ears as his infatuation for you grew exponentially. He placed lazy kisses on your collar, his way of hiding his manic grin, and mumbled words of love.Â
The wet sensation on your skin grounded you back to reality as you leaned into him. Never in your life you thought you could have the opportunity to make a grown man submit to you like this and, despite the unorthodox circumstances that brought you together, you were truly satisfied. As the aftershock of tiredness hit you, Jacce nuzzled his head into your neck, like a dog wanting to be petted for doing a trick right.Â
âIâm⊠really yours now?â He said in a hush tone. You had noticed that every time he was in a more submissive headspace, his voice would have a whiny quality to it. Not to the length of being annoying, but just enough to sound cuter than his usual raspy voice.Â
You lifted your hand to rub his back in circles.
âYes.âÂ
Jacce moaned happily in response, leaning his heavy self more onto you.
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So so sorry for the late update! I hope it was worth the long wait!
Link for the chapter on Ao3
Also no drawing for this chapter! đ Maybe Iâll post a drawing based on something that happen in this chapter later on
#yandere#yandere x gn reader#yandere male#yandere oc#tw yandere#sub!yandere#sub yandere#gn reader#x gn reader#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#My oc-Jacce#dom reader#pathetic yandere#male yandere#desperate yandere#yandere x you#my art
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"At this point, I might as well just tell it to you straight. I've got a whole bunch of opinions about you." "Uh... well... I knew that already. For ages now," Xie Lian said. "Oh really?" Mu Qing said coldly. "Then do you know that I often thought you relied on your status too much- that even though you were His Highness the Crown Prince, even though you had good fortune, your skills weren't that much better than mine?" "..." "I also thought that you probably only liked doing all those good deeds for show, because you wanted all the praise and flattery. And that you only helped me because of that- I was the perfect subject for you to demonstrate your sympathy and kindness on. To be honest, some of my opinions haven't changed, even now." (Vol. 8, pg. 54-55)
This does not sound like a guy who has/had a good opinion of Xie Lian.
This sounds like a guy who thinks Xie Lian is an arrogant nepo baby who does good deeds for the optics. And while he mentions Xie Lian's circumstances, it's all couched in what Xie Lian is doing with them. If there is a place in the novel where I'm meant to take away that Mu Qing's issues with Xie Lian were actually with his circumstances, please point it out to me. Because from where I stand, it looks like Mu Qing spends most of the novel with a pretty poor opinion of Xie Lian. He definitely feels resentment over the (original) differences in their stations, but that resentment very clearly rolls over into his resentment regarding Xie Lian and what he sees Xie Lian doing with his station.
Not only that, we see him react positively more than once to Xie Lian suffering/doing bad things. He's a little "cheered" to learn Xie Lian's living in a shack (1.219). He's in an "excellent mood" when Xie Lian is put under house arrest, and he's "uncontrollably excited" to think Xie Lian is responsible for the Gilded Banquet Massacre (2.183). He's smug and passive-aggressive when they're talking about Xie Lian's past as General Hua (1.323) He also accuses Xie Lian of only offering to help 'his general' re: the fetus spirit in hopes of sabotaging his case (5.55). All this is to say, we see throughout canon that this guy does not think highly of Xie Lian. They parted ways on bad terms, and Mu Qing spent 800 years convinced Xie Lian hated him. It took him seeing Xie Lian again after 800 years and being hit in the face again and again with how good he is to finally start admitting both his negative opinions and that despite them, he still admires Xie Lian "more often than not." (8.55)
You also mention how Xie Lian and Mu Qing might have been different if they'd swapped places. But they do swap places!. Xie Lian spends 800 years scavenging for scraps with the worst luck possible. Mu Qing spends 800 years in the heavens, one of Thee most powerful men in the Three Realms. One stays kind and generous, the other stays skeptical and paranoid. Childhoods can be formative, yes, but there comes a limit on when we can attribute everything to a difficult childhood rather than a person's character, and the feasibility gets really stretched when we're talking about characters who have been alive for over 800+ years. TGCF definitely focuses more on nature rather than nurture, for good reason. It's a central theme of the novel.
TGCF makes it clear: to change or to stay the same are both choices. Staying the same is not a default action- often, (especially under pressure) it is an active choice someone makes. Mu Qing had 800 years to unpack his issues and grow as a person. He didn't. I find it both lazy and boring to throw everything about Mu Qing under the label of 'virtually sealed' because he had a difficult childhood, especially when we see none of said childhood. On top of that, you're assuming Mu Qing likely would have been a better person had he been in Xie Lian's position, but the opposite is just as possible- who's to say being a prince wouldn't have made him worse? Look at Qi Rong. Xie Lian's parents are permissive as hell. That Xie Lian turned out how he did speaks to his character, not the people around him. And in canon Mu Qing may dislike being compared to the Crown Prince he once served, but I imagine that if their positions were swapped, he would have hated even more being outshone by a mere servant.
Also, forgive me if this is unwelcome, but I feel like your argument would be much stronger if you relied on textual evidence from the book from phases of Mu Qing's life that we actually see- for example, I do believe that watching Xie Lian crash and burn in Book 2/4 definitely discouraged him from ever sticking his neck out for someone else. It would discourage me! But talking about Mu Qing's childhood as crucial for understanding him when we get maybe a few sentences about it isn't very compelling. Mu Qing is an interesting character with a lot of depth and complexity, but reducing him down to 'he couldn't help it, and it was always about their stations anyway' does him a disservice.
There's something to be said about how Mu Qing and Jun Wu both held these ideas about Xie Lian and who he really is as a person- specifically, that his kind and forgiving nature is a lie, and deep down he's actually just like them. These are ideas Mu Qing and Jun Wu spent centuries believing, refusing to be convinced otherwise until they had no other choice.
But that's where their similarities end. Because while Mu Qing resents Xie Lian for his good character, he also honestly admires him for it. Jun Wu, on the other hand, 'loves' Xie Lian, but grows angrier each time he's reminded of how different they really are. And so I think it's very fitting that when Mu Qing finally swallows his pride and admits his preconceptions and faults to Xie Lian, it's on the Heavens-Crossing Bridge, the literal wreckage of Jun Wu's hopes and dreams.
#illuspeaks#mu qing#xie lian#tgcf meta#youre making a lot of claims without providing any connections to the text#your argument would be much stronger if you used specific examples and/or citations. as it is its a lot of conjecture#i hope that doesnt sound condescending- i mean it sincerely#i just cant resist giving some technical advice here. im sorry if its unwanted
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#i wish it weren't taboo to talk about how 814 are literally just an audhd couple... could discuss this for days. does anyone want to
actually yes i would like nothing more this is lowkey all i think about sometimes
HLSDKFHLH i was about to publish my own post but now i feel enabled to write a Longer Response 𧥠thank u guys
2 me 814 is Girl who is so classically adhd it's comical (overt hyperfixations + poor executive function + basically arfid + time blindness) coexists beautifully with Misunderstood autistic girl (too straightforward for other people + pretended to be a car as a child + sensory issues through the roof + consciously masking in every interview) while everyone loses their minds because they should Hate Each Other and be at each other's throats??! and yet they don't because their neurodivergent swag transcends petty team politics đ
like honestly i think they interact easily because they're both weird & particular in their own ways but their priorities are ultimately the same so why would any of that matter you know? and they try to accommodate each other when they're able to even if it's little things like oscar not eating salmon around lando anymore lol đ (i say this as audhd guy with extreme sensory issues and many other Problems and Issues... that is in fact romanze to me. also little stuff like the No Name Drop? moment because yes it's small in the grand scheme of things but to me it's special because it's like... THEIR inside joke and oscar is proving he does enjoy it and cares about maintaining it :') and then when lando was feeling down post-race in brazil he pulled out landinho all on his own <3)
like this is so random but i was just rewatching the logan sexed bit earlier and it's so funny how oscar is just like ??? WHAT. and somewhat annoyed at being grilled about it because in his head he's thinking "it's literally just a show title why are you Willfully Misunderstanding me idg why that's so funny to you are you 5." but with lando there's so much less... idk laughing At each other as if there's some big joke one person is missing out on and more just giggling together because oscar thinks every little thing lando says is funny and because they're equally charmed by each other's particularities. like oscar doesn't mind that lando is super fidgety and respects that he has Depths (saying that lando is a mix of sarcastic/dry, excitable, and serious) while lando has joked that oscar is somewhat robotic before but obviously still revels in wheedling genuine reactions out of him :') like you can see from how they get caught up in their little world while in parc fermé or doing their f1 media duties that they're capable of just focusing on Each Other without a care in the world for other people and they aren't talking just to have content for the cameras...
and like again the whole point of f1 is that it's a media circuit that needs overextended drama to survive as a consumable product but in the end neither of them care to sustain these artificial demands because it's just antithetical to their personalities and how their brains operate... their job is literally just car đ
also another thing is how people talk about 814 always twinning but what adds even more dimension to it is basically oscar admitting and being conscious of his mirroring lando's expressions đ and the fact that he's always choosing him for interview questions/copying his answers during games! like i think it's sooo compelling that oscar unintentionally latched onto lando as a young teenager in the uk and never really strayed from that because you have a very expressive, larger-than-life lando who is prone to being misrepresented because people don't really understand the manifestation of adhd and then level-headed oscar who is also poorly read because he doesn't express himself "conventionally" taking one look at lando and being like Hmmm yes. i'll mold myself after that. and lando being so happy and open to that dynamic 𧥠does it not move u
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a mermaid anger management idea:
"Damian's orca is back," Jason deadpanned, looking at the black face in the water. The orca didn't really belong to Damian, but the boy had befriended it by feeding the thing fillets of fish before the sinking of their boat.
Jason tuned out Bruce's refusal for any more pets as the orca noseyed its way over to Damian's raft.
"Shadow," a voice whispered called from the water, sending the bats into high alert. The orca chirped in response and turned to look at whoever called him.
Jason followed its line of sight and spotted a flash of red moving in the water, "I think he brought a friend."
(A tear fell down my face when I saw this ask. I LOVE it when I can tell that people look at the stuff that I post. It got long bc I got so excited lmaoo)
Damian gasped. "Is that your name? Shadow?"
The newly named Shadow gave a soft cry. Then it turned and began to leave. Damian nearly fell out of the raft to follow it, which caused Jason to grab him by the waist before he could leave.
Shadow paused and then turned to look at him. Damian gave a grunt, elbowing Jason in the gut, before beckoning Shadow closer. "C'mere! It's okay, we won't hurt you. You can bring your friend too."
"Damian," Bruce groaned. Jason couldn't help but snicker at the exhaustion in his voice.
Shadow trilled and then swam closer again, allowing Jason to let go of Damian, who happily stroked the orca's snout and fed him more fish.
The red blur came moving back and then stopped underneath the raft. Jason stared at it, tilting his head thoughtfully before he said, "Hey, you can come up too if you'd like. We don't hunt anything but fish."
The red blob in the water seemed to have heard him, but didn't react. It wasn't until Damian repeated the same thing that it finally moved and swam up, breaking the surface of the water with a splash to drape itself over Shadow's back.
"Shadow, I told you to come," a sweet voice said and Jason's eyes widened at the large female Mer that was now gazing at them all with sharp turquoise eyes.
Shadow chirped, but everyone (but Damian, that crazy brat) flinched backwards and clapped their hands over their ears.
Mer were beautiful, humanoid creatures with beautiful singing voices that often lured humans to death. They were different from sirens, whose favorite food were humans, but they were no less dangerous when provoked.
This Mer looked large and long, with pale skin hidden under wet layers of crimson hair and a bright, turquoise tail. She stared at Jason blankly before looking at Damian.
"Little one, are you feeding Shadow?"
Bruce lunged forward to grab Damian, who was still at the edge of the raft, but Damian answered before anyone could stop him.
"Yes. They're really cute," Damian praised, rubbing at Shadow's nose again. "Would you also like some?"
The Mer blinked her wet eyes at him and then beamed. "Thank you." Damian fed her a sliver of fish and Jason nearly bashed his head over the raft's edge. How could his little brother have so little survival instincts in the face of a creature?!
Damian then asked, "Could we ask for help from you?"
Jason blurted out, "Damian! Do not!"
"Do not talk to her!" Bruce ordered.
The Mer turned to look at him and Bruce with a blank stare. Then she turned to Damian and nodded. "Of course. Shadow likes you, so I don't mind at least hearing you out."
"Our ship sank from the storm a few nights ago. Would it be alright if you helped us get to land? Preferably near a city."
The Mer hummed. "And in exchange?"
Jason grit his teeth and spoke up. "We can get fish for you. And I've heard that Merpeople like collecting the metalwork that we have. We can get you other things as well."
The Mer smiled. "Deal." She flicked her tail, scattering water droplets all over them. She looked at Jason and said, "You will help attach the raft to me."
Jason couldn't help but raise a challenging eyebrow. "You can pull the whole boat by yourself, princess?"
The Mer slid off of Shadow to swim over to him with a small smile. "I will have Shadow help me. And you will call me Jazz, little man."
"Jason," he said, gesturing to himself with a smirk, "And nothing about me is little." Jazz gave a little melodic laugh, narrowing her eyes at him.
They both stared at each other with intense gazes before Jason snapped out of it with a start, face reddening as both Damian and Bruce stared at him with completely identical looks of disgust and disbelief. Jason coughed.
"Uh. What do I need to do first...?"
Jazz chuckled, making Jason's face heat even more, and then she began to give orders around. Even Bruce sucked up his protests as he helped out. Damian didn't help for awhile as he just petted Shadow, but when Shadow left to be strapped to the raft as a lead, Damian stood up to help around.
Soon, they would be back on land.
#dc x dp#dp x dc#dpxdc#dcxdp#danny phantom x dc#dp x dc crossover#ask#jazz fenton#anon ask#jason todd#damian wayne#jazz has a shadow friend#anger management ship#hardcover ship#jason x jazz#tysm for the ask <3#mermaid phantom family#ideally I would want Jazz to be a blue whale and ginormous but I like this too lmao#jazz + damian duo
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Oh, NOW these motherfuckers want to play the moralist? Seriously?
"" character development"" my ass.
And this gets really funny when we remember that in the pilot they killed a child who had reported a crime and handed the body over to the mother (and let's remember how the mother's desperation was treated as if she were an annoying and dramatic bitch? or how they try to justify the murder of the child just because he was "annoying"?) not to mention some other IMP targets.
Not to mention how annoying it is how Stella doesn't even try to pretend to behave well in front of Via. Both Stella and André behave in a cartoonishly evil way (and remember that this show is supposedly "deep and morally gray"). I found their behavior funny, but when I remembered that I'm watching a moralistic series like Helluva Boss, all the fun went away.
P. S. About Millie's pregnancy, I honestly don't care, her and Moxxie's characters have always been more like irrelevant NPCs and I've never been interested in either of them. But yes, it's something that happened out of the blue, I mean, did she and Moxxie ever talk about wanting or not having children? Was there any preparation for this moment?
But yeah, she doesn't seem too excited.
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Joel with BDE?! Yes, please!!đ„”đ„”đ„đ„
Reader with BDE?! Oh yes yes YES!!!đ„”đ„”đ„đ„
You know me, baby, I already started getting excited when Tommy appearedđ Iâd follow that man anywhere like a dog istg. But Joelđđ„” your menace Joel of course immediately took all my attention bc heâs so hot and confident yummy!!!
Iâd show you anything babyđ« đ«
And his dirty talk is scorching!!đ„đ„
Twirling my hair and kicking my feetđđ©đ„”đ„” with that cocky attitude OF COURSE heâd call his cock HE! Yes, HE deserves all the respect and loveđđ«
And omg reader shines so brightly in this story! Sheâs hot, confident and knows how to make Joel do what she wantsđ
She deserved that creampie! she wanted it and she got itđ QUEEN!đ these two are a perfect match and I hope they meet againđđ„”đ„”đ„”
Thank you for writing this hot story, baby!! Amazing job!!đđđ
Dance with me, darlin'
3k6 | Joel Miller x fem reader | ao3 | masterlist Summary: You go to a club and want to fuck. So does Joel Warnings: 18+ mdni. age gap (reader is in her 20s, Joel in his early 40s), Joel is a menace, Tommyâs in the club too, no mention of Sarah. Pet names (darlinâ, sweetheart, baby), pussy and dick pronouns, masturbation (f), oral (m/f), dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, soft dom!Joel, piv, creampie. Pic for mood only. Reader has no specific physical descriptions
a/n:  this is written for @sp00kymulderr 's dick pronoun fic challenge | masterlist thank you for the challenge, Gideon đâ€ïž (I'm so late I'm sorry đł) Thank you @aurorawritestoescape for beta-ing đđ @/saradika-graphics for the dividers đ
Saturday night, finally. You had a tough week at work, and you were looking forward to this night, wishing to forget your worries. You had planned to go to a club with your two friends, Maddie and Anna, drink a few shots and let loose on the dance floor.
The place was already packed when the three of you arrived, and you headed to the bar and ordered a shot of tequila that you downed immediately.
âJust what I needed,â you told your friends, sighing in relief, as you felt some of your troubles disappear- at least temporarily, when the strong alcohol flowed down your throat.
You set the glass down, before turning toward the dance floor and placing your elbows on the counter. âCome on, letâs dance,â Anna said, motioning for Maddie and you to follow her.Â
You danced and sang, your awful week finally behind you, and then headed back to the bar.
âGood evening, ladies.â All three of you turned around when you heard a masculine voice.
âGood evening yourself,â Maddie replied, smiling at the man. He was handsome, seemed to be in his late 30s, with dark hair and brown eyes, a moustache and a short beard. He was tall, his broad shoulders stretching his white t-shirt, its already short sleeves were rolled up around his biceps. His hair was tied back with a rubber band.
âIâm Tommy. Can I offer you drinks?â
The three of you looked at each other and agreed.
âWanna join me and my brother? Over there,â he added, nodding toward a booth. Shamelessly manspreading, the man sitting there gave you and your friends a vague nod with his chin. He was wearing sunglasses, which you found strange in this place, but his attitude was hot and you didnât want to turn down a drink. Neither did your friends.
âHi, Tommyâs brother,â you said loudly over the music as you sat down.
âHey darlinâ, Iâm Joel. What did you order?â
âTequila,â you replied, trying not to react to the pet name he already gave you, despite the giggles of your friends.
âNice,â he said, scratching his beard with his thumb, as the corner of his lip lifted slightly. This man was exactly what you needed tonight: a hot menace.
Tommy came back with the shots, all emptied as quickly as the first ones youâd had after your arrival. He started to chat with your friends and you looked at Joel more closely. He was wearing a gray t-shirt, so tight that his biceps seemed to be begging for release.
He probably noticed you were checking him out and not paying attention to the conversation at all, considering the smirk he gave you.
âDance with me, darlinâ,â he said, standing up right away, as if he already knew you wouldn't say no. He held out his hand to you, while pushing his glasses up on his head. You stood up and met a pair of beautiful brown eyes. His flirty smirk didnât go unnoticed either- he was full of confidence, and you liked it.Â
He took your hand in his and you tried to stay focused on the music, the noises around, even though you felt like you were in a velvet box that muffled everything around you, since the moment his fingers touched you.
You started to dance and he was good at it, hips moving sensually. He rested his hands on your hips once or twice, and checked if you were ok with the way he was touching you. Feeling confident, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders while you were dancing, and resisted the urge to press your body closer to his.
When a second song started, you started to spin around to the rhythm of the music, swaying your hips lascively, and stopped when two hands settled on your hips.
âAlready showing me your ass, baby? Lookinâ for trouble?â he said in a low voice, his mouth so close to your ear that his beard brushed your skin. His lips slid towards your pulse point and he kissed it, making you shiver.
You turned your face to look at him and held your breath. His stare, like yours probably, exuded sex. âMaybe I am, yeah. The good kind,â you replied finally, trying to keep a confident voice.Â
âAlways the good kind with me, sweetheart,â he replied, leaning against you slightly, but enough for you to feel the bulge in his jeans. Another shiver ran through your body filled with arousal.
You turned around, and Joel kept his hands on your hips, pulling you gently towards him, determinedly, and you faced him. Two motionless bodies in the middle of the dance floor, while everybody was dancing around you. It was like time stopped for a moment.Â
He took your chin between his fingers, slowly tilting it left and then right. As if he was scrutinizing you.
âWhat? Youâre gonna ask my age?â
âNo. Youâre over 21, thatâs enough for me,â he said, and you started to dance again.
âLooks like youâre a damn menace, JoelâŠâ you smirked.
He chuckled but didnât answer.
A couple songs later, you excused yourself to go freshen up in the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror, trying to slow down your heartbeat, to take your time before going back. Trying to stop yourself from asking him to join you in the bathroom so you could fuck him there.
When you came back, Joel was no longer dancing, or at the booth. You stopped dead in your tracks, disappointed. You obviously had been mistaken, thinking he was interested in you. You told your friends that you would call an Uber and go home.
When you walked out of the club, Joel was facing the exit, leaning against a truck.
âI was waiting for you,â he said, ogling your body from head to toe, with your dress not covering much, his lips curved in a confident smile.
âAnd you just left? I could have met another man and completely forgotten about you," you said, half teasing half provoking him, as you were walking towards him.
âNo, you wouldnât,â he replied, the confidence in his voice making your knees weaken. He pulled you towards him, his scent invading your nostrils again. You were drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
âCould almost hear that little pussy clench on nothinâ, while we were dancinâ,â he murmured against your ear while his hands grabbed your ass, pressing you against his bulge. You bit your lip, trying not to moan.
âAm I right? Coulda fucked you in the bathroom, but I wanna take my time with you.â
âSo you want to fuck me in your car?â
âNo. Not with my dick, at least,â he smirked.
âShit,â you breathed. No one had ever spoken to you like that before, and heat rushed over your whole body.Â
âWanna come to my place, darlinâ?â
âFor âgood kind of troubleâ, like you offered? Yes⊠yeah.â
ââCourse you do,â he added, cockily.Â
He grabbed your arms and spun you around, caging you with his broad body, your back against the truck door, his wide thigh between yours. Pressing against your throbbing pussy.
âIs she purinâ, baby? This little cunt? She wants to be mine all night, doesn't she?â
âFuck⊠yeah.âÂ
He brushed his nose against your cheeks and ear, then kissed your neck, his hands sliding from your ass to your waist.
You wanted to kiss him, but he seemed to enjoy playing with you. Tease you.
âThatâs my girl. Get in the truck, sweetheart,â he said, moving away just enough to open the door.
âOh, youâre a gentleman?â
He tilted his head to the side and gave you a look that seemed to mean âfor nowâ, then he closed the door.Â
âFuck,â you mumbled. He was so hot and confident that you felt yourself drooling like never before.
âSo youâre a contractor?â you said as he sat down, trying to cool off the atmosphere a bit. âMiller bros,â written on your truck? It explains the arms.â
âYou checked out my arms, darlinâ?â
âYeah, like you checked out my ass,â you teased. So much for the cool off.
âI sure did,â he chuckled. âYeah, Tommy and I are contractors.â
He put his hand on your bare thigh while he was driving. As if you were his. His possessiveness made your core throb and you squeezed your thighs together, trying in vain to ease the tension you were feeling.
âOh, baby⊠need it bad, uh? Don't worry, my place ainât far. Now, be a good girl, and put your hand between your legs.â
You looked at him, surprised and even more aroused.
âYou need some release, donât you?â
You nodded and did as he said, you were here for it after all, and his soft dominant tone was exactly what you craved. You slid your hand between your thighs, down to your soaked panties.
âTwo fingers. You can take them easily, I know you're droolinâ.â
You bit your lip when you heard him, and slid your hand under the fabric.
Thatâs a good girl,â he praised. âNow lemme hear her.â
He watched you each time he could- at every red light, every stop, when it was safe. Â
You were turned on by the fact that he was there, next to you, this man you had just met. Imagining how he would fuck you, aware that you were already under his control in some way. Under his spell, or whatever you called it. You brushed your folds then pushed two fingers in to let him hear how wet you were.
âChrist, thatâs it, darlinâ. Ruin my seat.â
You whined, keeping two fingers buried in your cunt, and brought your other hand in your panties to play with your clit and release the tension that was clenching your stomach.
âOh shit, thatâs it baby, two hands,â he said again. âKeep goinâ, come in my damn car.â
âYeah, Iâm⊠Iâm gonna come, fuck,â you whimpered, when your climax rushed over you, back arched, pussy clenching on your fingers, clit pulsing under your digit. You felt your wetness flow down to his seat.
âShit,â he said, grabbing his bulge in his big hand, trying to ease his own tension now, before putting his hand on your thigh again. He didnât release you until he pulled into his driveway. Then he got out of his truck and walked around to open the door, took your hand in his and led you to his house.
He slammed the door behind you and you finally kissed, your lips crashing against each other. There was no restraint, no reserve, just hunger for more. You moaned in his mouth, while growls were roaring from his throat. Bodies pressed in an impatient and greedy embrace, four hands roaming two bodies.
You pulled back to catch your breath, his hands not letting go of your waist, his eyes fixed on yours, full of desire. His lips found yours again, as he led you backwards to the table against which he leaned you. One hand still on your waist, the other on the back of your neck, he kissed you, holding you tight against him, his tongue brushing yours.Â
Unable to hold back any longer, you slid your hand down to his crotch, just to touch him there, to feel its weight. Your breath stopped for a second and he wrapped his hand around yours, pressing it harder against his manhood, licking your tongue and lips.
âTake off your clothes, and show me that pussy, darlinâ. Been teasinâ me for too damn long.â
He stepped aside, leaving you in charge of giving him a show that you gladly offered. You removed your dress, revealing your lingerie. The way he was looking at you took away any shyness or nervousness. You paused for a moment and he didn't hurry you, clearly enjoying it. You lost patience first and unhooked your bra then let it fall. You didnât give yourself time to think about it and pushed your panties to the side, running your finger along your wet folds. Eyes still fixed on him, you brought your digit to your mouth and sucked it slowly.
âYou're a naughty little thing,â he said in a husky voice, and you tried not to moan at this word, and kept teasing him. âYou like it?â you asked playfully, feeling your wetness flowing down your folds.
He smirked, before adding âlie down on the table, sweetheart.â
You obliged happily as he walked towards you, and grabbed the hem of your panties, sliding them down your trembling legs then off the ankles. He spread your thighs as he stood between them, and brushed your folds with his thumbs, touching you there for the first time, eyes fixed on your glistening pussy.
âA naughty thing, with a really pretty cunt⊠looks like youâre gonna ruin more than my truck seat.â
âFuck,â you murmured, and he leant down, hands clamped on your thighs, once again he didnât wait and lapped at your cunt with one long stripe. His eyes fixed on you.
âFuck me⊠you taste so good,â he growled before going back to eating you out, making you moan against the back of your hand. The emotion and the pleasure felt were so strong that your thighs tried to close instinctively. Growling, he spread them with his warm and firm hands, holding you open on the table.
âJoel,â you whined, feeling another climax already rising. His tongue left your folds, quickly replaced by two thick fingers, an she began fucking you with them as his lips surrounded your swollen and sensitive clit. The tip of his tongue played with it, teased it, before sucking on it, making you groan until you came on his tongue and squeezed his face between your thighs, whining his name.
He straightened up when you stopped shaking, pressed his crotch against your cunt, and wiped his glistening beard and moustache with the back of his hand.
You sat on the edge of the table, thighs spread around Joelâs thighs. His large, strong body took its place almost with authority as if it needed it, but every pore of your skin was more than ready to welcome him.Â
Eager to return the favor, you unzipped his jeans and knelt down.Â
âNeedy girl,â he said, as if he wasnât greedy too, his voice almost a growl of impatience.
You grabbed his jeans and boxers, struggling to free his cock that you felt hammering against the rough fabric of his clothes. You pulled them just below his balls and his cock sprang free, hard, and slapped against his lower belly.
He took your chin between his fingers, eyes full of confidence and how could he not be, given your inability to tear your eyes away from his fat tip, his thick shaft, and his heavy balls?
âI really love the way you look at my cock, but Iâd like to see these lips around it, darlinâ, if you want too. Before I fuck her.â
Your pussy was drooling again, calling for you to let him fuck her already, but you were craving of having your mouth and throat full of his cock.
âNeedy boy,â you said, teasing him, and making him smile. âYeah, Iâm gonna suck him.â
âHim?â he asked, surprised.
âYou called my pussy âherâ, right?â
âRightâ, he chuckled. âSo, youâre gonna blow this big boy, baby?â
âYouâre still talking about your dick? Or about you?â you asked mischievously, licking his shaft just to hear him growl.
âDarlinâ, shit... Both I guess,â he replied, caressing your cheek with his thick thumb.
You grabbed his jeans and boxers, still mid-thigh, and with a sharp tug you pulled them down. Your thumb spread the precum over his tip then tasted it on your tongue, sucking your digit, head raised towards him. He growled, hand tightening on your cheek.
You placed your lips around his tip and started to suck it. His taste, his size, all of him made you moan, and he throbbed even bigger.
âDamn, babyâŠâ, he said in a low voice, before you began jerking him off, your tongue sliding down his shaft towards his balls that you licked too and took in your mouth to feel their weight on your tongue. You sucked them and licked the thin skin behind them. Just to make him shiver, grunt. Just to make him think that you were a menace too.
âShit, shit⊠darlinâ...â
You took him back in your mouth, deeper and deeper, until his tip brushed the back of your throat. His grunts turned into the most greedy moans you had ever heard.
âAlright, alright, shit, baby⊠Youâre way too good at this, câmere,â he added, grabbing your elbow to help you up.
Then he spun you around, making you face the table. One hand on your shoulder, he growled âbend down for me, sweetheart.â
His voice was needy, much less in control than earlier in the evening, and you liked feeling him lose his chill.
âYou're gonna let me fuck this little cunt, darlinâ? Yeah? Youâre gonna let me ruin you?â
âOr maybe Iâll ruin you, who knows?â you answered, head towards him. Hoping that he would only hear confidence in your voice, and not the need to welcome him inside you, mixed with the apprehension of wondering if you could welcome him.
âYouâre a little menace, you know that?â he chuckled, nestling his cock between your thighs, and you leaned down, placing your cheek and hands on the table.
âSpread wide for me, baby,â he said in a low voice, âand let me in.â
He pushed in and then stopped, just the tip in, grabbed the back of your knee and propped it over the table to open your core. It was the hottest thing you had ever experienced, and your juices flooded his tip.
âWe gotta get her used to him, right?â he said, his hand tightening on your shoulder. You could barely hear his words, waiting for him to sink in, to feel him completely.
âFuck me, Joel. Please, fuck me,â you whined.
Slowly, he thrust in, leaving you breathless for a moment.Â
âOh my godâŠâ you whimpered finally, as his tip, his shaft, were spreading your folds in a mix of delight and light pain.
âShit, you got such a tight cunt. Tryinâ to swallow me whole.â
He didn't stop, pushing in until he bottomed out and you whimpered. His hand still on your shoulder, he pulled back leaving only his tip in your cunt, before pushing in again. He did this two or three times, to let you get used to him.Â
âYouâre ready, baby? Because he⊠wants to fuck, now,â he said, voice low, needy.Â
âYes, Joel,â you replied, and he began pounding into you, his hands clinging to your hips. Fucking you faster, harder, now that your folds had given way under his thickness, helped by your wetness that didnât stop flowing from his shaft to his balls.
âDamn youâre so fuckinâ tightâŠâ
âTold youâŠâ you panted, âthat Iâd ruin you.â
He tried to chuckle, but it got cut in his throat. So he tried to calm his breathing, slowing down the pace, fucking you slower but deeper.Â
âYouâre doing so good, darlinâ,â he said between two hip thrusts. âTakinâ me so well.â
You moaned, hands gripping the edge of the table, trying to keep yourself in position, your moans filling the room.
âYouâre gonna come again, darlinâ?â he growled, one of his hands running down your back from your shoulder to your waist, making you shiver. âWanna come on my dick?â
âYes,â you whined. You wanted to soak him, to make him lose his mind just like you knew you would lose yours.
He slid his hand up to your mouth for you to suck on his finger before sliding it over your clit. Stroking it perfectly, he pulled away slightly to watch his cock sink into you.
âFuck, youâre perfect baby. Keep takinâ it, just like that.â
All you wanted was to keep taking it. Keep feeling him inside you. But soon your climax hit your core and you shook, clit pulsing.
âOh shit,â he said, when your cunt clenched on him, and squeezed his shaft.Â
Teeth gritted, he tried to hold on as much as possible, letting the heat of your pussy drive him crazy. You squeezed his hand in yours, saying âcome inside Joel. Inside, please. Iâm clean, and Iâm on the pill.â
âCanât do that sweetheart,â he panted.
âPlease, Joel, wanna feel you⊠need you to fill me up,â you insisted, hand tight on his.
âDamn sweetheart,â he growled, still pounding you, as if he didnât want it to end, just before he filled your cunt with his warmth, breaking the promise he had made to himself years ago for the first time. Unable to resist your hot, tight pussy, your moans, your pleas. He came inside, sending spurt after spurt of cum deep inside you, until he covered your back with his chest, and kissed your shoulder.Â
âDarlinâ,â he breathed finally, âyouâre dangerous, you know that?â he almost laughed against your skin.
A few minutes later, you were watching him zip up his jeans, leaving them unbuttoned, while you were putting on your dress.Â
âCan I have your phone, darlinâ?â
You handed it to him, watched his thumb dance on it before handing it back to you.
âNow you have my number. Iâd be glad if you called me.â
You looked at your phone and smiled, when you saw that he saved his number as Joel (menace).
âIt reminds me that you didnât ask my name once tonight,â you told him.
âDarlinâ suits you well,â he smiled. âBut youâre right. Whatâs your name, darlinâ?â
You asked for his phone, and added your contact before giving it back to him.
After your first name, there was âdarlinââ in parentheses.
You smiled at each other, his cheek dimpled and your heart stopped for a moment.
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Flower crowns and you all
Elphaba Thropp x fem!reader x Glinda Upland
Summary: A peaceful attempt at making flower crowns with Glinda and Elphaba.
Word Count: 0,5K
Warnings: none đ€
ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.
"You keep copying mine." Glinda's overly sweet voice grumbled, earning a snort from Elphaba, who was sitting next to you.
"I don't know if you noticed but we're in a field of flowers, all the flowers here look alike." Elphaba said, not bothering to lift her head to look at the blonde girl, who had an annoyed pout on her lips.
"I'm not talking about that, you know. You're braiding in the same pattern as me." Glinda held up the flower braid in production to prove it.
You frowned and shrugged your shoulders even more. The two of them had been arguing since they arrived. Uninvited. You were making flower crowns alone, enjoying the cool breeze of the late afternoon. A moment of peace, away from the typical chaos of Shiz.
But Galinda seemed to have a radar that pointed straight at you, because it wasn't long before she appeared, dragging Elphaba by the hand.
She blinked her big eyes at you and you gave her permission to sit down and join in your activity. Everything was fine, but soon Glinda began to get annoyed with Elphaba's crown.
"That's nonsense! I'm braiding them so they stay firmly attached." the green girl argued, starting to work harder with her hands.
"That's envy." Glinda hummed, pursing her lips so that her dimples were visible.
"Why would I be jealous of the way you weave flowers, Galinda?" Elphaba finally lifted her face to look at her.
"There are many reasons for this. You don't have the ability-"
With a loud huff, you stood up from the grass, dropping your flowers and brushing the dirt off your uniform. Grabbing your bag, you began walking away from the pair.
"Look what you did! You pissed her off," Glinda's voice whispered.
"Be quiet." Elphaba ordered, and turned to you. "Hey, where are you going?"
You stopped in your tracks and turned to them, "To my dorm."
"Don't you want to go study with me?" She stood up, her expression embarrassed.
Glinda hurriedly stood up and stood in front of her, "Don't you want to go try on dresses with me? Or watch me practice with my wand-"
"No, thank you." you turned around and continued walking towards campus with heavy steps.
A few days later, you buried your face even deeper into the book you were reading when you heard Glinda's melodious voice approaching. You squinted your eyes as she let out a happy little squeal upon spotting you.
"There you are!" she exclaimed, then turned to Elphaba. "I told you she'd be here."
"I'm reading." you grumbled.
"Oh, we see." Glinda continued to act excited, pulling Elphaba closer to her. "We just want to give you something."
Elphaba opened her bag and took out a wreath, making you look up from your book, "We finished yours for you, you left it lying there."
You closed the book and stood up, taking the crown in your hands delicately, it was sloppy and had some flaws, but it was closed and someone had placed extra flowers on top.
"Which one of you did it?" you asked, not wanting to cause another fight.
"Both of us! Did you like it?" Glinda asked, looking at you expectantly.
You sighed in relief, finally. They did something without fighting.
"I- yes, I love it, it's beautiful." you replied and Glinda quickly took the crown and put it on you, Elphaba adjusted it slightly so it wouldn't be crooked.
"Oh, you look like a princess." Glinda said, pretending to wipe away tears.
"It suits you very much." Elphaba said, pressing her lips together in a smile.
Oh, how you loved those two idiots.
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sukuna and â we have to stop meeting like thisâ plssss
we have to stop meeting like this x ryomen sukuna
**part of my tortured poets concert event
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âwe have to stop meeting like this.âÂ
sukuna can tell when heâs in trouble.Â
heâs seen the look hundreds of times â when he used to talk too loudly during lectures in college, when heâs late to meetings at work, from his brother when he misses his nephewâs basketball games â to the point where heâs able to pinpoint it down to the expression.Â
narrowed eyes. furrowed eyebrows. a pursed expression.Â
and sukuna can evaluate that, at the very least, heâs not in trouble with you, because you have none of the three, despite the fact that heâs most definitely earned it at this point. a testament to your overwhelmingly large well of patience. if sukunaâs bruised eye isnât betraying him, heâs almost convinced that he sees a whisper of a smile on your face.Â
sukuna readjusts himself in the bed, shifting awkwardly from how small the stretcher is, as you make your way over to his side and pull the shiny blue latex gloves over your hands.Â
âhow else am i going to see you, doc?â he asks.Â
you roll your eyes.Â
youâre not particularly fond of downtown los angeles.Â
thereâs too many people â bustling in the streets, clogging up the sidewalk â to the point where you feel like you see hundreds of people every single day. and while the initial thought of moving was exciting, of the unknown, you very quickly realize that you detest it.Â
you work in an emergency department that houses almost hundreds of patients everyday. strangers going in and out, coworkers cycling through to the point where you can barely remember anyone's name, and itâs a severely stark culture shock from the ten manned hospital you used to work at out in the suburbs. the same few patients you saw every few months.Â
nothing is consistent in los angeles. except for the promise of a local bar owner, by the name of ryomen sukuna, who always tumbles in around the holidays with some type of injury.Â
halloween. new years eve. thanksgiving. a broken arm, dislocated shoulder, a viral infection.Â
âyou know, i almost thought you werenât coming.â you joke.Â
âand miss out on valentineâs day with you?â he asks.Â
you reach forward, fingers light on the side of the face as you guide him to look straight at you, so you can assess the damage. thereâs a deep cut on the side of his forehead, superficial, accompanied by bruising around the soft warmth of his eyes.Â
and while his pretty face is intact, his arm evidently isnât. thereâs a deep gash, one that makes him wince loudly as you touch the bruised skin around it. you narrow your eyes at him, before craning your neck over your shoulder and whistling.Â
âyuuta.âÂ
âyes, dr. l/n?âÂ
you give him a polite smile.Â
âcan you get me a suture kit please?â you ask.Â
he gives you a polite nod, quickly scurrying away towards the supply closet, as you turn back to sukuna.Â
âdonât make that kid do my stitches.âÂ
âwhy not? that kid has to learn, you know.âÂ
âwell, he can learn on someone else, for fuckâs sake.â he mutters.Â
sukuna leans forward, giving you a bright grin, and whispering so quietly it sends a warm shiver down your spine.Â
âyouâve got a special touch, doc. iâm only going to give you permission to patch me up.âÂ
you narrow your eyes at him.Â
âwill you really say no if i make him do it?â you ask.Â
he gives you a nod.Â
âplus, that poor kid has been staring at that girl with the green hair the entire time. you should let them play hooky.âÂ
âi should let my residents play hooky?â you deadpan.Â
sukuna shrugs.Â
âwhereâs your sense of romance?â he asks.Â
you cross your arms over your chest, as yuuta sets the suture kit down on the counter and reaches for the gloves. you raise your hand in the air, gesturing for him to stop, and note that youâll slightly regret this gesture in a few hours when you have to do the paperwork.
âno need, yuuta.âÂ
he gives you a frown.Â
âi donât mind, boss. you should take a break.â he offers.Â
you shake your head at him.Â
âyou should go into my office and go to the desk on the left. thereâs a box of chocolates that someone gifted me in my top left drawer this morning that you should share with dr. zenin.â you note.Â
yuutaâs eyes go wide.Â
âwhat do you mean?â he asks.Â
âeveryone can see that youâre hopelessly pining over maki. including my patient, who has very graciously convinced me to let you be a romantic. get out of my face before i change my mind.â you respond, making your best attempts at a stern voice.Â
yuuta flickers his eyes in between you and sukuna, an unmistakably delighted look on his face, as he lightly taps on the door on his way out. you turn back to sukuna, who now has his eyes narrowed at you as you open up the suture kit.Â
âyouâre telling me thereâs other people that give you gifts?â he asks.Â
you scoff.Â
âyou give me gifts?â you asks.Â
âthe pleasure of my company at your workplace. on every calendar holiday, mind you.âÂ
you roll your eyes as you clean up the area around his skin, pulling out the silk material for his stitches. sukunaâs well versed in your stitching techniques, and with a pain tolerance so high, it only takes a few minutes.Â
âwhat did you do this time?â you ask.Â
âoccupational hazard. who gave you the chocolates?âÂ
you scoff.Â
âwhere do you work? the mma boxing ring?â you ask.Â
âdo you think iâm fit enough for that? more fit than the dumbass who gave you the chocolates?â he asks, a wide grin spreading across his face.Â
you shrug.Â
âevidently not. you can barelyâŠ
you pause to lift the chart left on the table, yuutaâs messy notes scribbled on the top, before you look back to glare at him.Â
â...take down a christmas tree at the bar without injuring yourself. looks like youâre irritatingly possessive too.â you state.Â
sukuna places his hand on his chest.Â
âi told you to take it down earlier when suguru was still in town.â you note.Â
âin my defense, i was protecting my beloved nephew, yuuji, from injury. he crawled underneath and almost got trampled.â he exaggerates.Â
you give him a smile.Â
âheroic.â you deadpan.Â
sukuna gives you a smile, before lifting his hand up to cup the side of your cheek, the touch warm as he rubs a circle into your cheek. you lean into the feeling as sukuna reaches back and fixes the flyaways to the back of your ear, before you return to stitching up his arm.Â
âiâm starting to think youâre injuring yourself on purpose just to spend time with me, ryo.â you murmur.Â
âwould that be wrong, baby?â he asks.
you roll your eyes.Â
âwait for me to come home, dumbass. iâm literally off in five hours.âÂ
sukuna rolls his eyes right back at you, before leaning forward to press a kiss to your cheek. he retreats as you set your forceps down, reaching for the roller bandage as you wrap it around his arm. you secure it with a piece of tape at the end, giving him a squeeze on the shoulder to signal youâre done.Â
sukuna interlocks his fingers with yours, lifting your hand to press your fingers to his lips.Â
âthanks, doc.â he murmurs, tone uncharacteristically soft.Â
you canât help but sigh â the aching feeling of seeing couples doting over each other all day hitting you in full force, that youâre spending your first valentineâs day away from him â as you reach forward and run your hands through his hair.Â
âbe careful. iâm wrapping you in bubble wrap next time.â you warm, reaching forward to lean your head against his shoulder.Â
sukuna welcomes the touch, with three warm kisses spread between your forehead and your hairline, as he shows you the three pictures of the little valentineâs day card that yuuji made for you thatâs waiting at home.Â
you grant him twenty minutes â twenty minutes before you tear yourself from his side to go process his discharge paperwork â and send him on his way. you canât help but sink into the chair the second you see his pink hair dart out the doors, as you type the last of his notes into the chart.Â
âdid the boyfriend enjoy the chocolates?â Â
satoruâs hovering over your shoulder, a bright smile on his face, as he expectantly waits for an answer. you lean back in your chair, heaving a great sigh as you eye the clock. Â
âhe was here, got injured taking down the christmas tree at the bar. and the boyfriend insisted i give them up for okkotsu and zenin. theyâre probably kissing in my office for all i know.âÂ
satoru gives you a polite tap on the head, lightly ruffling your hair, before pulling up the chair at your side.Â
âwell, you should be flattered. sukunaâs so dedicated to spending time with you. so romantic of himself to injure himself just to come down here.â
you scoff in response.Â
âdedicated to being a dumbass is what he is.âÂ
satoru shakes his head.
âi think heâs just a big fan of getting doted on. being cared for, patched up by you, and all that.â
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