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Our Doggie
Summary: 4 moments of you, the proud mom and Lando Norris, the protective dad of Chase Norris, the dog.
Song: Miguel - Sure Thing
Part 1 Authorâs note: Happy birthday to my favourite boy! Please like, reblog and share this! <3
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The sun hung high over the bustling Formula 1 paddock, casting a warm glow against the vibrant team banners fluttering in the light breeze.
The aroma of fresh coffee and fuel mixed in the air, tickling your senses as you navigated through the crowd, Chase nestled contentedly in your arms.
Lando walked closely beside you, his signature grin plastered on his face, a look of particular joy you loved to see.
âAre you ready for this?â he asked, glancing down at Chase, who was blissfully oblivious to the world around him, his tiny paws resting lightly against your chest.
âAbsolutely!â you replied, adjusting the fluffy cream-colored fur of your little dog. âI mean, if the internet exploded over how cute he is, I can't wait to show him off in person again,â
Lando chuckled, his laughter filling your heart with warmth. âI still canât believe how many fans have taken an interest in Chase. I mean, heâs adorable, but itâs not like heâs driving a car,â
You shared an amused glance. âTrue, but I think we both know he steals the show everywhere we take him. With those big eyes? Heâs irresistible.â
As you made your way towards the McLaren hospitality area, the familiar sight of Lewis Hamilton and Charles Leclerc caught your eye.
To your surprise, both drivers were squatting beside their own dogsâLewis with Roscoe, a distinguished-looking bulldog, and Charles with Leo, a spirited miniature longhaired dachshund. It was a rare sight to catch them both not in race mode, but at play.
âHey, you two!â you called out, waving your free hand. âLook who we've brought along!â
âOh wow, itâs Chase!â Lewis exclaimed, his eyes lighting up as he stood up with Roscoe. The bulldog ambled over with a curious snort, eyes fixated on Chase.
âIs that our little Instagram star?â Charles teased, his accent thick with amusement as he crouched down, already reaching out towards Chase. âIâve seen more of him than myself lately.â
âGuilty as charged!â you laughed, beaming with pride. âAnd this little guy is ready for his paddock debut for real.â
Lando stretched out his arm and playfully nudged you. âBut first,â he leaned in conspiratorially, âlet's see if these two dogs can keep up with the fastest little dog in the paddock.â
You raised an eyebrow at Lando. âFastest? You realize heâs like, what? Two pounds?â
âLetâs not underestimate Chase. Heâs a champion at heart!â Lando shot back, petting Chaseâs head lovingly. âRight, buddy?â
Before you could respond, Leo dashed forward, tail wagging enthusiastically, and nudged Chaseâs paw.
Chase blinked up at the Dachshund, seemingly unsure at first but then quickly warming up to the new canine friend. You felt a smile spread across your face; this would be fun.
âLooks like theyâre already sizing each other up,â you said to Lando, who watched proudly.
Lewis rose, laughing. âI think all we need now is a proper doggy playdate. What do you say for a few minutes?â
âAbsolutely,â you affirmed. âThis could be a whole new Instagram series for me.â
The three of you found a patch of soft grass a short walk from the bustling hospitality area. The sun-kissed spot gave the dogs plenty of space to romp while the energy of the paddock buzzed pleasantly in the background.
As the dogs began to playâChase scampering after Leo, who darted with boundless energy and charmâyou leaned into Lando, who slung an arm around your shoulders. âYou know, I didnât expect today to turn out like this. Itâs kind of nice, isnât it?â he murmured, his eyes glinting with affection.
âIt really is,â you said softly, wanting to freeze this moment in time.
You looked over at the three furry friends, enjoying their newfound friendship, and you couldnât help but laugh as Chase surprised everyone by catching up to Leo and tugging playfully at his tail.
âAs long as they donât dig up the paddock or cause chaos,â Lando added, chuckling.
âWho would have thought youâd become a dog dad this quickly?â you teased, nudging him with your elbow.
Lando feigned distress. âMe? Itâs all your fault! My life used to involve fast cars and loud engines, and now it includes this little ball of fluff demanding cuddles.â
âLooks like youâve traded one love for another,â you smiled, leaning in to steal a kiss.
The soft brush of his lips sent a tiny thrill through you that never seemed to fade no matter how many times you shared these moments.
You watched as Roscoe plopped down beside Chase, who was busy barking up a storm.
âIs Chase bringing out the playful side of Roscoe?â you quipped, noticing the bulldogâs effortless charm as he nudged the tiny dog with his nose.
Lewis approached with a proud grin. âI think he is. Iâve never seen Roscoe this active since⊠well, forever, to be honest. We might be onto something with these doggy meet-ups.â
Charles laughed, joining in their amusement. âNext season, we might need to think about forming a dog team!â
With the race weekend in full swing, you felt a sense of peace that was rarely achieved in the high-speed world that encapsulated your lives.
The dogs chased each other in wide arcs, occasionally stopping to check in with their humans, tails wagging wildly. It was a cookie-cutter version of blissâa world away from fast cars and flashing cameras, grounded in pure, uncomplicated affection.
As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden hue across the paddock, you and Lando settled onto the grass, Chase nestled comfortably between you.
âCan you believe theyâre all sleepier than we are?â Lando mused, watching the dog pile settle down in a heap of fur.
âI canât. Itâs like they burned off all their energy in five minutes,â you laughed.
A thought crossed your mind, and you turned to Lando, feeling slightly more serious. âWhat if we brought Chase to more races with us? He could be a mascot of sorts.â
âI love that idea!â Lando grinned back at you, his eyes sparkling. âI can already see the team merch: Chase-themed caps or something. Itâs perfect.â
As laughter filled the air around you, you realized that amidst the chaotic world of Formula 1, filled with roaring engines and high stakes, it was these quiet moments, shared with Lando and Chase, that truly defined your happiness.
You rested your head against his shoulder, knowing deep down that no matter where this journey took you, together, youâd always find the joy in lifeâthe little moments that felt like magic.
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You sink back into the soft layers of your bed, the room dimly lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp.
The world outside is alive with the gentle trill of crickets, but here, in your sanctuary, the only sounds are the steady heartbeat of Lando beside you and the slight rustle of sheets as he shifts to get more comfortable.
You take a moment to relish this perfect calm after the dayâs chaos, the two of you finally alone together after putting Chase to bed in the living room.
You canât help but look over at Lando, his messy hair fanning out on the pillow like a halo, his lips slightly parted in that relaxed way that makes your heart flutter.
He glances up at you, his hazel eyes sparkling with mischief.
âSo, what should we do now that we have time?â you tease, half sitting on top of him, enjoying the playful tension in the air.
He raises an eyebrow, a grin breaking across his face as he fights to suppress a chuckle.
âHmm, choices, choices,â he says, pretending to ponder deeply. âShould we play a game? Or maybe I could serenade you with my terrible singing?â
His voice dips into a mock dramatic tone that sends a wave of laughter bubbling up your throat.
âTerrible singing sounds perfect,â you reply, grinning as you mockingly glare at him. âI mean, who wouldnât want to hear your off-key renditions of popular songs?â
âHey, at least Iâm better than the last guy who tried,â he shoots back, pulling you closer to him. âBut, fine. You might be the perfect audience for my next hit single then.â
As he leans in, you stroke your fingers through his hair, enjoying the moment. Itâs easy to forget about everything else with him here.
The chaos of your day fades, leaving only the warmth of his body and the sparkle of his laughter.
You leaned down closer to brush your lips against his. The kiss tasted like sweetness and laughterâsoft and familiar. Just as you were about to pull back, Lando deepened the kiss, his free hand finding its way to your waist.
You melted against him, feeling the electricity coursing through your entire body. âIf we keep this up, you might end up forgetting your song.â you murmured against his lips, smiling playfully.
But just as you find a comfortable rhythm, the door creaks open slowly, and you turn your head just in time to see Chase, your little dog, making his grand re-entry.
His tiny body clambers up the stairs with determination, climbing onto the bed with gusto. His tail wags furiously as he reaches you, giving you both a salute of excitement and wanting attention.
Lando bursts out laughing, his beautiful joy filling the room.
âLook who decided to join! Chase! Youâve missed all the fun!â Lando exclaims, rolling onto his back and reaching out for the playful pup.
âSeriously? I thought we put him to bed!â you giggle, scratching Chase behind his ears as he wriggles happily between you and Lando.
âHeâs a tiny troublemaker,â Lando laughs, showering the little dog with love as he lifts him into the air. âJust like his human.â
You roll your eyes playfully. âIâm not a troublemaker!â you retort dramatically.
Chase, ever the attention-seeker, wiggles in Landoâs hands, finally settling on your lap, looking up at you with big, innocent eyes. You canât help but melt.
âOkay, but really, what are we going to do?â you ask again, this time scratching behind the little dogâs ears while seeking Landoâs gaze.
âHow about this: letâs have a little movie night right here?â Lando suggests, nodding towards the television tucked in the corner of the room. âBut weâll need snacks, and I have a secret stash of popcorn hidden under the bed.â
You raise an eyebrow, feigning skepticism. âA secret stash? Why wouldnât you share this with me sooner?â
âItâs a special treasure reserved for awesome moments,â Lando says with a wink, and you canât resist the charming way he always manages to make the mundane feel special.
âAlright, you win. Movie night it is!â you chirp. âBut you better make that popcorn perfect, orâŠâ
âOr what? Iâll have to serenade you?â he interjects with wink, causing a giggle to erupt from you both.
âYouâd better run and get it, then!â you tease as you flail your arms dramatically, punctuating your point.
You watch as Lando slides off the bed, throwing on a T-shirt, not even bothering to get fully dressed before darting to the kitchen.
While heâs gone, you indulge Chase with a few more scratches and gentle rubs, finding solace in the way the small dog relaxes into your touch.
You love this moment, the cozy intimacy, and the way it feels like your little family is all together in this sanctuary of warmth.
Lando returns with a bowl of popcorn, grinning ear to ear like heâs just won the championship. âTada! The prize for best boyfriend,â he announces, dramatically presenting the bowl to you.
âNow that is a worthy prize!â you laugh, taking a handful while he settles next to you, pulling both you and Chase into his arms.
You press play on the remote, the screen illuminating the dim room with the warm colors of the movie. As the opening credits roll, you lean back against Lando, enjoying his presence.
Chase shifts between you two, finding a cozy spot against your legs.
For a moment, the world outside feels far away, and itâs just the three of you. The movie is just background noise as you sink into each otherâs company, laughing together, whispering jokes, and stealing kisses in between popcorn munching.
âThis is perfect,â you whisper after a particularly funny scene, and Lando turns to look at you, his expression softening.
âIt really is. Just us, our little family,â he replies, his voice low as he brushes a stray hair behind your ear. He shifts slightly, bringing you even closer, his warmth wrapping around you like a cozy blanket.
âAnd somehow, with Chase here, itâs even better,â you add playfully, watching as Chase squirms to get more comfortable.
âTrue,â Lando agrees, laughing softly. âHeâs the best addition we couldâve asked for.â
The night passes in a blur of laughter, cuddles, and shared popcorn, making memories that cling to you like the warmth of Lando's embrace.
As the credits roll on the final movie, you find yourself feeling grateful for this moment, for the peaceful rhythm of his heartbeat next to yours, and the constant presence of Chase, who has curled up in a contented ball at your feet.
âCan we do this again tomorrow?â you ask playfully.
âAbsolutely,â Lando says with a smile, kissing your forehead before stretching luxuriously. âEvery day if thatâs what you want.â
With that, you settle deeper into his embrace, feeling the warmth of love wrap around you, content in the knowledge that these quiet nights are the foundation of a happiness you hope will last a lifetime.
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You quietly opened the front door, careful not to make a sound that might wake your boyfriend, Lando, or your dog, Chase.
The remnants of a night filled with laughter and dancing still tingled in your veins, igniting a rush of warmth as you stepped inside the dimly lit apartment.
Your senses were slightly dulled, having indulged a little too freely in celebratory shots and frosty cocktails, but the sight of your sanctuaryâa place infused with memories of lazy afternoons and cozy movie nightsâbrought a smile to your slightly wobbly lips.
You tiptoed through the narrow hall, the familiar scent of sandalwood and vanilla wafting through the air, welcoming you home. As you reached the bedroom door, you pushed it open ever so gently and peeked inside.
A warm glow from the bedside lamp illuminated the room just enough for you to catch the tender scene: Lando, with his tousled hair sprawled across the pillow, and Chase, curled up against him, both seemingly serene and lost in a peaceful slumber.
You couldnât help but let out a soft chuckle at the endearing sight.
Lando had always been a snuggly sleeper, and when paired with Chaseâwho had an affinity for cuddlingâit was a charming combination that made your heart swell with affection.
You took a moment to soak in the warmth of the image before deciding to give yourself a refreshing moment, slipping out of your party attire and into the bathroom for a quick shower.
Once the steamy spray enveloped you, you let the impulses of the night wash away. The coolness of the bathroom contrasted with the warmth of the shower, and as the hot water cascaded over you, it washed away the heaviness of the night.
You hummed softly to yourself, chasing away the fleeting thoughts of wild dance moves and flirty conversations, focusing instead on the love waiting for you out there.
After a few minutes, you emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a soft towel, the cool air of the bedroom brushing against your damp skin.
You glanced toward the bed and saw Chase stirring. He stretched slightly before lifting his head, his white fur glistening in the low light.
It was moments like these that made you realise just how precious this little family was to you.
And then, without warning, Chase unfurled himself from his cozy position and sprang from Lando's grip like a spring on a watch, bounding toward you with all the enthusiasm and sincerity only a dog could possess.
"Chase! Hey buddy!" you exclaimed, instinctively kneeling down and opening your arms wide.
He galloped into your embrace, nuzzling his nose against you as you laughed softly, your heart swelling with affection.
âI missed you!â you told him, scratching behind his ears, his tail wagging furiously. The rush of love you felt was intoxicating, and for a moment, all thoughts of your night out melted away into nothingness.
As you reveled in the sweet reunion with Chase, Lando stirred, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The moment he caught sight of you kneeling on the floor with Chase beside you, a sleepy grin broke out on his face.
âLooks like someone was waiting for you,â he mumbled, his voice low and gravelly from sleep.
You smiled up at him, a little bashful. âI was just trying to sneak in and not wake you two,â you replied, feeling a subtle warmth creep over your cheeks. âBut I guess Chase had other plans!â
âYeah, he always does,â Lando chuckled, stretching and propping himself up on one elbow. âYouâre home later than I expected. Did you have a good time?â
âYeah, it was great! Just some dancing and drinks with the gang. But honestly, I couldnât stop thinking about you guys. I was so excited to come home.â You paused, your heart racing a little as you spoke the words.
Deep inside, you knew there was something incredibly comforting about being homeânot just in the apartment, but in the company of Lando and Chase.
Landoâs expression softened, and he sat up fully, running a hand through his messy hair. âIâm glad. I was worried you might not come back for a while,â he teased, winking playfully. âI wasnât sure how long I could have kept Chase entertained!â
You giggled, rising to your feet, both Chase and Lando now fully awake and alert.
âI canât believe how snuggly you both look together. I wish I had a cameraâcute overload!â Your heart fluttered at the idea that even in sleep, your little family brought so much joy.
âSpeaking of,â Lando began, scooting over on the bed and gesturing for you to join him. âCome sit with us.â
You quickly hopped onto the bed, crawling between the sheets and cuddling up against Lando's warm side, with Chase settling in at your feet.
Lando wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. âYou smell like fun,â he said, a teasing smile gracing his lips.
âIs that a compliment?â you retorted, nudging his shoulder playfully.
âAbsolutely. Fun looks good on you.â Lando leaned down and pressed a soft kiss atop your head, sending a ripple of warmth through you.
âBut I have to admit, Iâm glad youâre home. Itâs always better when weâre together.â
You nestled against him, resting your head on his chest as you felt the beat of his heart. âI feel the same way. Itâs like I float through the night, but my anchor is always back here with you and Chase.â
Chase, perhaps sensing the tender moment between you, looked up with his big brown eyes and tilted his head, as though he were in on the secret.
You couldnât resist giving him a scratch behind the ears, which only elicited a contented sigh from him.
"Aren't you the cutest little anchor?" you whispered playfully.
âThat you are, buddy,â Lando said, reaching down to ruffle Chaseâs fur. The dog responded with a delighted huff, wriggling his body in appreciation.
The three of you were a perfect triangle of comfort, an unwavering circle of love in a bustling world. Evenings like this were rare and preciousâmoments you cherished.
âSo, what did you get up to today?â you asked, breaking the comfortable silence. Your voice was curious, genuine interest lighting up your eyes that always captivated him.
Lando chuckled, turning to face you. âOh, you know, the usualâwork, a hundred walks and taking Chase to pee outside. I think he might be getting it.â
Chase, as if on cue, laid his head on Landoâs knee, letting out a sigh of contentment.
âWell, at least someone is satisfied with my work today,â Lando said, scritching Chase behind the ears, causing the dog to squint in pleasure.
âYouâve always had that effect on him,â you said, placing your hand over Landoâs for a brief moment, a simple gesture that spoke louder than words.
âI think he might like me more than you,â Lando teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
You raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. âOh really? Is that so? Right in front of me, too? Chase!â You turned to the dog dramatically. âHow could you betray your own best friend like this?â
Chase merely wagged his tail, blissfully unaware of the banter as if to say, âSorry, not sorry,â before burying his face deeper into Landoâs lap.
Lando laughed. âI guess I just have the magic touch. It must be all those treats I give him.â
âMagic touch or bribes? Youâre not fooling anyone, Lando.â You shook your head, unable to keep a straight face.
After a moment, the mood shifted a little. âWe should go to sleep now, weâre meeting my parents tomorrow, remember?â you said, glancing at the clock on the wall.
It was getting late, and the thought of the impending family gathering made your stomach flutter with nerves.
Lando nodded, but there was a hint of hesitation in his voice. âI know. I just... I want everything to go well. What if they donât like me?â
âTheyâll love you,â you assured him, rubbing your thumb along the back of his hand soothingly. âJust be yourself. You know how to charm a crowd, especially with your goofy jokes.â
âRight, my jokes,â he said, chuckling and shaking his head. âI think Iâll save the âdad jokesâ for later. Maybe I should just stick to polite conversation.â
A soft laugh escaped you. âPolite conversation could go far, or it could bore them to tears. Theyâre going to want to see the real youâsilly, charming, and maybe a little awkward.â
âAwkward? Me? Never.â Lando feigned shock, placing a hand on his chest dramatically. âIâm the epitome of cool.â
âSure you are.â You smiled knowingly. âBut I promise you, they will appreciate your quirks more than you think. They just want to get to know the guy their daughter is dating.â
Lando sat up a little straighter, his posture shifting into something more serious. âBut what if they have questions? What if they think Iâm not good enough for you?â
âLando, stop worrying.â You leaned in closer, taking both of his hands in yours. âTheyâre not expecting anyone perfect, just someone who makes me happy. And spoiler alert: you do.â
He smiled, the tension crumbling between you like a sandcastle washed away by the tide. âThank you. I guess I just want to make a good impression on them. You mean a lot to me.â
âAnd you mean a lot to me,â you replied softly. âThe sooner you realize that, the easier this will be.â
With a deep breath, he nodded, clearly trying to shake off his nerves. âOkay then. Whatâs the plan for tomorrow?â
âBreakfast at the diner down the road, then to their house for coffee. Weâll take it easy,â you said, pulling your legs up onto Lando's to move closer, snuggling deeper against him.
âSounds goodâunless they try to feed us the mystery casserole,â Lando joked. âThen we might have a problem.â
You laughed. âI canât promise theyâll have their best dish on that day, but Iâll bring backup snacks, just in case.â
âAs long as youâre by my side, I can handle anything.â He leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours.
The warmth of his breath mingled with yours, a shared moment that felt like a promise to tackle whatever came your way.
Chase stirred slightly and stretched, yawning wide as if sensing the change in atmosphere before settling back into a comfortable position.
âI think he approves of the plan,â you whispered, glancing down at the sleepy dog, who seemed perfectly content in his little world.
Lando smiled, squeezing your hands gently. âIâm ready, then. Letâs get some sleep. Tomorrowâs going to be great.â
âDefinitely,â you said, feeling the drowsiness creeping in. Both of you started to settle in as the soft evening light faded into nighttime.
As you both surrendered to sleep, you felt grateful for this little family you had created together, intertwined through laughter, love, and even the occasional awkward moment.
Tomorrow would come with its challenges, but with Lando by your side, you knew it would all be worthwhile. . . .
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You stood in the kitchen, a whirlwind of activity, as the smell of vanilla cake filled the air.
The clock ticked loudly in the background, each tick a reminder of the approaching moment when you would yell, âSurprise!â at your boyfriend Lando. Today's special occasion wasn't just any day; it was his birthday, a day you had been secretly planning for weeks.
You glanced towards the living room where you had set up decorationsâstreamers trailing down from the ceiling, colorful balloons bobbing in a corner, and a plethora of gifts waiting to be opened.
Family, friends, and their dogs had all pitched in. You couldn't wait to see Lando's face when he walked through the door; the surprise was your gift to him.
Chase, your fluffy golden retriever, sat obediently at your feet, his big brown eyes reflecting your excitement.
Normally, Chase was skittish around crowds, but you had coaxed him into staying close to you tonight.
âJust a little longer, buddy,â you whispered, reaching down to scratch behind his ears. âYouâll love seeing Daddy happy.â
The door swung open, and in walked Lando, his casual charm lighting up the room. You felt your heart flutter as you quickly gestured for everyone to hide.
The guests stilled their chatter, and you barely contained your excitement.
âLando! Youâre home!â you shouted, breaking the silence as he stepped inside, catching him off-guard. His brows furrowed in confusion before slowly transforming into realization.
âWhat is all this?â Landoâs voice was a mix of surprise and delight as his eyes roamed over the decorations, resting finally on the cake adorned with candles burning bright.
âHappy birthday, Lando!â you and the rest of the guests cheered, stepping out of your hiding spots with wide smiles.
Lando's face lit up brighter than the candles on the cake. âWow, you did all this for me?â he asked, his voice warm. You could see the corners of his mouth twitch with disbelief.
âOf course! You didnât think Iâd let your birthday slip by without a party, did you?â you teased, walking over to him. He wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace, lifting you slightly off the ground.
âYouâre incredible,â he murmured into your hair, warmth radiating from his chest. You could almost forget the anxiety that had plagued you in the days leading up to this; seeing him smile made it all worth it.
After he greeted everyone, the cake was brought out, and the group gathered around him to sing âHappy Birthday.â You led the cacophony with exaggerated enthusiasm.
Lando chuckled, his face a perfect blend of bashfulness and joy as he blew out the candles, the wish dancing on his lips as he stole a fast glance at you.
As the cake was sliced and laughter filled the air, Chase had managed to find a cozy spot on your lap, grateful for the peace among the noise.
In fact, he looked slightly puzzled by the whole gathering of unfamiliar spirits surrounding him, opting to bury his head against you as if it might provide an invisibility cloak.
âIsnât he the cutest?â a friend commented, pointing at Chase who had planted himself firmly into your lap.
You stroked his soft fur, providing him with reassuring pets. âI think heâs scared of us,â they added.
âHeâs just a bit shy,â you replied, glancing down at Chase, who only lifted his head slightly with a soft whimper. âBut heâll warm up soon.â
Just as you were talking, Chase began to wriggle around unexpectedly, clearly seeking somethingâor someone. You could feel his eagerness in the way he shifted, nudging you.
âWhat is it, buddy?â you asked, slowly allowing him to move from your lap.
As if freed from a loose leash, Chase bounded towards Lando, catching him off-guard. His tail wagged with enthusiasm, sending a nearby glass teetering toward the edge of the table.
Landoâs face broke into a joyful grin at the sight of his dog coming alive, and it made your heart swell.
âHey, Chase! Youâre finally here!â he said, kneeling down as Chase found his place in Lando's arms.
The transformation from the scared pup to the ecstatic dog was instantaneous, and you couldnât help but smile as Chase began licking Landoâs face animatedly, as if to say, âHappy birthday, Dad!â
âThis is the best birthday gift,â Lando laughed, glancing back at you with his eyes sparkling with love. âThanks for bringing here! Look at him! Heâs so happy!â
You watched as Chaseâs little tongue continued to bathe Landoâs face with affectionate licks, trying to express his own birthday wish. âBetter than any present I could give you,â you said softly, crossing your arms while leaning back against the counter.
âYouâre right about that,â Lando replied, grinning despite the slobber.
âAnd you know youâre the best present I could ever ask for.â His gaze lingered on you, the warmth of his affection palpable in the room.
As the evening wore on, laughter and chatter filled the house, enveloping everyone in a cocoon of joy.
You walked back to find more snacks for your guests, the melodies of chatter and occasional barks from Chase as he played tug-of-war in the background creating a cheerful, lively atmosphere.
When you returned with a tray of snacks, Lando spotted you and called, âYou know, I keep expecting another surpriseâlike you revealing a hidden talent or something.â
âOh, please! Not all of us are as talented as you,â you laughed, rolling your eyes dramatically. âWhat would I even showcase?â
âJuggling? Singing? Interpretive dance?â he teased, showing his cheeky side as he approached, Chase still at his heels.
âYouâre lucky I love you,â you said, leaning into him playfully.
As the night continued with games and heartfelt conversations, you couldnât shake off the feeling of pure bliss. In the moment, with Chase happily rolling around at Landoâs feet while laughter floated through the room, the pressures of life faded into the background.
Here, surrounded by friends and love, everything felt perfect.
As you nestled up next to Lando later that evening, sharing your warm spot on the couch with Chase snuggled between you both, you realized that just like the candles on the cake, these moments were to be cherishedâlight against the darkness, warmth against the cold.
âHappy birthday, Lando,â you whispered, leaning closer.
âHappy birthday, indeed,â he replied, his smile contagious.
All could be perfect birthdays that lead to unforgettable memories, yet this one would stay forever etched in your heartâa night of laughter, love, and your little family: you, Lando, and Chase. . .
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hey i love your writing, i was wondering if you could do like jobe bf headcanons list it could be about anything so yeah, if you do decide to do it thank youuuu <3
Boyfriend Jobe head canons !
I like shiny things / but iâd marry you with paper rings.
Boyfriend Jobe who . . . despite coming off as quiet and reserved is the furthest from it. He was obnoxious and joked around constantly, which would seem annoying, but truthfullyâyou loved him even more for it.
Boyfriend Jobe who . . . is very affectionate. His favorite form of affection was to hold your hand. It was subtle, easily hidden when need be, and a simple squeeze of the hand could tell him many thingsâsuch as if you were ready to leave a function, or just wanted to assure each other you were there.
Boyfriend Jobe who . . . said the first âI love you.â It had come out unexpectedly, but he didnât bother covering it up or taking it back. He loved you, and you deserved to know that. Plus, how could he take it back when he saw the blush pass across your cheeks and the way you stumbled over your words in a flustered state.
Boyfriend Jobe who . . . only felt nervous under your gaze. Somehow, every time your eyes landed on him for a signifiant amount of time, he shifted and swallowed thickly. He didnât mind it, you just made him⊠flustered.
Boyfriend Jobe who . . . notices the little things. While you two had first started talking, you had mentioned you loved tulips in passing. On your first date, heâd shown up with a bouquet of them in your favorite color. Heâd noticed you preferred a certain color of jewelry, and from then on out, heâd only ever bought you that color.
Boyfriend Jobe who . . . talks about you constantly. He will somehow interject you into a conversation that had absolutely nothing to do with you. His family and friends liked to tease him about it, but still he felt no shame. Heâd always say, âwhy wouldnât I talk about her?â A simple response, but it meant the world to you when you found out.
Boyfriend Jobe who . . . adores your morning look. He liked to joke that it was like seeing a Panda in their natural habitatâsomething few have gotten to see. A part of you only he got to see. It was you with no makeup, no care, just you. He loved every part of you, but most specifically the part where you were free and yourself.
Boyfriend Jobe who . . . hates seeing you upset. It genuinely caused him (in a sense) distress. When you were frowning, he would tell you jokes until you cracked a smile, no matter how small, as long as it was there. When you had a bad day, he pampered you with your favorite snacks and gifts. You would always pout, telling him how much you loved and appreciated him. Jobe always replied with a small smile and an, âI know you do, and I love and appreciate you too.â
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i see you reblogging aa, is this a sign an ace attorney fic is on the horizon đ
I resign myself to the fact that any reblogging spree of one work inevitably results in people in my inbox asking if I'm currently writing fanfic about it. I can't complain, because the answer is usually yes absolutely of course I am.
I will say that the Great Phoenix Wright Trilogy Playthrough Of 2024 was this summer! It was very much a tether to sanity and I'm very grateful towards @lazuliquetzal for letting me watch her play and for making the experience so much fun. A very intricate bedrock of lore/in-jokes developed. Edgeworth thinks he discovered homosexuality and younger sister figures are mandatory in a court of law. We found it extremely well-written, very funny, and really interesting in character dynamics. I also got her to play Ghost Trick, which was awesome as usual. We're currently both obsessing about different things - and my fanfic to-do list is already VERY long - so no fanfic is actually in the works right now.
Of course I've already written some, who do you take me for. I wrote this just for us, so it's unfinished and rife with our in-jokes, but somewhat shockingly it probably has the densest joke-to-word ratio that I've ever written. Sometimes I want to continue writing something, but I look at it and I'm like, 'This is too good. I can't keep up this level of good. I can't reach this high again'. The short fanfic - sourced from our recurring jokes/efforts to figure out [SPOILERS FOR ACEATT3] how blind Godot is exactly, and what I would have found the most interesting - is, believe it or not, too good to keep writing.
Zany fanfic and spoilers for Ace Attorney 3 under the cut.
          As it turned out, there was a prosecutorâs lounge.
          Like a lot of Phoenixâs least favorite facts, it was both obvious in retrospect and deeply disturbing. The defendantâs lounge had an obvious purpose: confer with your client, beg them to tell you simple facts that would determine if they were sentenced to death via electric chair, let your coworkers blow off steam by making fun of you. Gumshoe is useful at the least useful second. None of these banal and extraordinarily stressful events had anything to do with a prosecutor.
          That was why Edgeworth had always wandered into the defendantâs lounge and made vague yet affectionate threats at Phoenix. If he had his own sterile room to stand around awkwardly, he surely would have done so. This felt so obvious it ought to have gone without saying. There couldnât, like, actually be a real lounge. That would imply a lot of things about Edgeworthâs choices.Â
As a result, when Gumshoe tossed Phoenix the updated coronerâs report and asked him to run it to the prosecutorâs lounge, Phoenixâs first instinct was to contemplate suicide. His only remaining link to sanity was the knowledge that running Gumshoeâs errands to an imaginary room was better than the alternative of staying here.
          Much better. Gumshoe was looking at Maggey, Maggey was refusing to look at Gumshoe, Phoenix wanted to be nowhere near any of this, and he was taking the out. Gumshoe might as well have asked him to go check if his refrigerator was running. Call him a mechanic, because he grabbed both Maya and Pearl and high-tailed it out of there.
          He had to ask for directions three different times before he even found the place. It was a place that could be found. In real life. Phoenix better go catch his fucking refrigerator!
It was also right next door to the defendantâs lounge. Had this really been here the entire time? Could Phoenix have been wandering into Edgeworthâs lobby and making vague yet affectionate threats at him? He could have even stood in front of the door and blocked Edgeworthâs ritualistic escape from his feelings. His was a life of missed opportunities.
          âI bet they have free coffee,â Maya said grimly. âI bet they have tacos.â
          âWith free avocados,â Phoenix intoned. âAs much as they want. Maybe caviar.â
          Pearl blasted her large and doleful eyes up at Nick. âWhy donât you put avocados on the tacos you make for us? I love themâŠâ
          Poverty, but he couldnât tell her that. Nick settled for patting her on the head. âAvocados are as immoral as the prosecutors themselves, Pearly. Itâs a matter of ethics.â
          âEthics are so overrated,â Maya said mournfully, kicking the doors open. âLetâs go evil, Nick. For the sake of the children.â
          The cops inside did not appreciate Mayaâs dynamic entry, but nobody ever did. Disappointingly, the prosecutorâs lounge was identical to the defendantâs one â down to the cops, cheap sofa, and ugly-ass art. The only difference was â son of a bitch, they did have coffee!
          Entirely possible that Godot refused to step foot inside the courthouse unless they installed a coffee machine. But it was the principle of the thing, goddamn it! Nobody ever cared about Phoenixâs hunger strikes!
          Potentially entirely due to coffee, Godot was sitting on the scratchy sofa with his head tilted back and one earbud in his ear. Its cord snaked onto the cushions of the couch, attacked to some small black media player. Was he awake? Was he asleep? Was he dead? If they were really quiet, would he sleep through the trial and leave Phoenix to win by default â
          âThey have a chartreuse board!â Maya screeched. âThose rat bastards!â
          Pearl gasped, hands flying to her mouth. âIs that sushi? Free sushi!? I love sushi!â
          âGet my purse, Pearl-chan! Grab much as you can!â
          âSo itâs hereditary,â Godot growled. Phoenix winced, instinctively checking for coffee cups in his vicinity. The familiar cheap coffee table seemingly only had one, but on closer look Nick could tell that they were carefully stacked into each other. How tidy! âHow did you even know this place existed, Trite?â
          One of these days Phoenix was going to start pronouncing his name âguh-dotâ. That would show him. He hadnât mustered the courage yet, but one of these days! âHow could I not know it existed?â Poker face, Phoenix. Look condescending. Evoke Edgeworth. Show him whatâs what. Literally nobody else you know is scared of him, therefore you are not scared of him, we are manifesting absolute zen in the face of the tallest man Phoenix had ever met in his life. He was sitting down. This shouldnât be hard. âItâs right next to the defendantâs lounge, how could we miss it?â
          âIs that so?â Godot slowly leaned forward, like a great beast awakening from a mighty slumber. His movements were stiff and disjointed, like a fat bear waking from hibernation. âThe spotlight of truth must be like a floodlight to the most enlightened defense lawyers. Illuminating all. Hiding nothing. But shadows cling to the undersides of society, and true darkness lurking underneath the charcuterie board ââ
          âI have the updated coronerâs report,â Phoenix said, flapping the envelope loosely. âGumshoe wanted you to have the other copy.â
          âYeah, give it here.â
          âIf the charcuterie board is evil donât tell me.â Maya was plowing through a hunk of goat cheese like a rabid coyote. âI donât wanna know. None of my business. Put the wasabi in my coin purse, Pearl-chan.â
          There was something inherently evil about having a cheeseboard at the workplace, but the legal system couldnât get much worse. Godot didnât stand up from the couch â he just thrust out a hand, making shockingly childish little grabby hands, forcing Phoenix to cross the entire room and put it in his hands. Pearl ran up to Phoenix and helpfully smeared wasabi on his hand.
          Godot took the coronerâs report and dropped it on the table. He leaned back, reaffixing his earbud in his ear. âCharmed. Clean us out of the nori, girls, itâs Payneâs favorite and I want him to experience suffering.â
          Pearl helpfully tugged at Phoenixâs sleeve, dying it a light green. If he lost this case because the judge thought he smelled bad⊠âCan you pour me the last of the coffee, Mr. Nick? I wanna be a big girl and do it for me but the big jug is too heavy.â
          âAre you kidding? Youâre way too young for coffee.â The last thing they needed was a nine year old bouncing off the walls. In a courtroom. During a murder case. Phoenix turned to Godot, who was biting his tongue and barely restraining himself from cursing out a nine year old. Was that blood? âYouâll want to take a look at that, Mr. Godot. Thereâs a new piece of evidence that could change everything.â
          âSave the dramatics for the courtroom.â Godot leaned back again, waving his hand absently. Yeah, that was definitely blood on his yellowed teeth. Phoenix had to admire the restraint. âWhatâs this new tidbit thatâs so important, then?â
          Was he everyoneâs errand boy? âThe reportâs right there, read it yourself.â
          âSeems like I was correct in pegging you as the lazy type, Trite. Look at you refusing to do a simple task.â
          Pearl made an âoooâing noise behind her hands. Maya broke a cracker in half, giving her the smaller piece. âDonât say that world, Pearl-chan.â
          âWhat wo ââ
          âYou canât insult me into doing the most basic aspect of your job. You read it.â
          âIâm a busy man. Iâm hard at work actually making justice.â But he was sleeping?! âDefense attorneys clearly have nothing better to do than eat our precious cheeses. Show me that you can do the most basic element of the job.â
          Talk about a turnabout! This man had cranked the hostility meter up towards eleven and broke the knob off. Francizka had spent most of a year almost gnawing his face off, but she had never made Phoenix feel so specially hated. âSorry, Godot, Iâm not falling for it. But youâll definitely want to read the report yourself. It has essential information for the trial in literally five minutes.â
          âIf itâs so important than why did we give it to him at all?â Maya garbled, spewing pita chips everywhere. âWe could have hid it and won this case!â
          âBecause thatâs unethical ââ
          âYou never let anything go! You and your silly ethics ââ
          âSilly?!â
          Godot leaned forward and swept his hand over the table with incredibly unnecessary drama. He swept the folder into his hands, yanking the crumpled police report out. He ostentatiously snapped the paper and held it up to his visor, reading it closely. He nodded several times. He even hummed once.
          Finally, Godot straightened and tossed the report on the table. âBoring! So much for crucial evidence. Youâre looking at the shadows in the cave and calling them innocent of heinous crimes, Mr. Trite. Turn away from illusions and overcome your cowardice by entering the deepest depths of Platoâs cave, facing your inner demons and reckoning with the truth of ââ
          âBoring?â Phoenix cried. âThe window for the potential time of the murder is completely different than we thought? And Iâm the one living in a fantasy land?â
          Godot stared at him. âReally?â Phoenix made a garbled noise of outrage. Godot ignored him. âWhatâs the new window, then?â
          âRead it yourself!â
          âHm.â Godot angled his head to the side, facing away from Phoenix. âHey, little girl. I bet you canât read.â
          Going for the throat?! Pearl clearly didnât know whether or not to puff herself up in indignation or start crying. âI am such a good reader!!!!â
          âReally? Prove it.â Godot picked up the crumpled page and wave it at her. âOr are you a liar?â
          âBeing a liar is for bad girls! I am a very good girl!â Pearl reached up on her tip-toes and nabbed the paper out of Godotâs hands. She scanned the page seriously, eyebrows furrowed. âHere! Right here! The new time of death is ââ
          âAre you making a nine year old read a coronerâs report?!â
          Maya slurped slivers of ginger with pitying eyes. âShe channels the dead, Nick.â
          âAnd thatâs the time,â Pearl finished smugly. Phoenix hadnât even heard her say it. She held out the papers to Godot again, who ignored her. âNow you know the time, because I am such a good reader.â
          âYouâre a diamond in the rough, kid,â Godot told her seriously. âNever let these dullards dull your shine.â
          âMy nameâs not Diamond,â Pearl informed him, equally seriously. âIt is Pearl Fey. Donât feel bad. Itâs a very common mistake.â
          âI donât make mistakes, kid. Iâm just one step ahead of reality. Count on it.â
          âYou donât have to be prideful, Mr. Godot.â Pearl smiled brightly and encouragingly at him, as if she was trying to connive a pit bull into a doing a trick. âItâs okay if you arenât a good reader. Or if you arenât a good speller. Iâm a bad speller but that doesnât make me a bad reader. Being a bad speller has nothing to do with being a good reader. I am a piece of decisive evidence about that.â
          Maya looked grimly at Phoenix, who was contemplating suicide again. âWeâre ruined her vocabulary.â
          âWe let her sit in during murder cases, Maya.â
          âAnd itâs ruined her vocabulary.â
          âWhatâs ruined your brain?â
          âDo you need me to read more things for you?â Pearl asked sweetly. âI like practicing my reading. Iâm always practicing with Mr. Nickâs court records. Theyâre lots of fun and very educational. I can read âfive counts of manslaughterâ very well. Do you want to see me spell it?â
          Godot looked at Maya. He looked at the coffee table, where the papers were not. He looked contemplative, maybe. Finally, he said, âHow are you at serving coffee?â
          âIf the jug is medium sized I can be very good at it!â
          âYouâre hired.â
          Alright, that was enough. Phoenix had a lot of responsibilities, but his responsibility to Maya and Pearl came before every single one. That conviction had been put to test during that awful Engarde case. Phoenix almost sacrificed his integrity as a lawyer for Mayaâs sake - he was not going to lose it now!
          âAbsolutely not,â Phoenix said. It didnât matter how insanely tall this guy was. Phoenix was taking a stand - right here, right now. Granted, the stand would go to his shoulder, but it was the conviction that counted! âChild labor is against the law, and her legal guardian does not give consent for this.â Phoenix made dangerous eyes at a cowed Maya, just to reaffirm that her legal guardian was not giving consent. âDonât you have your own co-counsel? Make them do your chores, and stop stealing mine!â
          âI wasnât planning on paying her,â Godot said affably. âThatâs a violation of child labor laws, you know.â
          Maya appeared to be seriously considering his proposal. Which shouldnât have been a big deal, but please refer back to the legal guardian wrinkle in this case. âI donât know, Nick. Donât you think itâs time Pearl flew out from underneath your shadow? Itâs not exactly as if you pay me either.â
          âYouâll get paid when you do something helpful that gets me paid,â Phoenix said instantly. Maya glumly accepted this reality. âThereâs no paycheck in moral support, Maya. Godot can use his own co-counsel ââ
          âI donât have a co-counsel,â Godot said. âDo I look like Iâve received an ounce of moral support in the last four years? Of kindness? Hell has no comradeship.â
          Phoenix flapped a hand. âYeah, whatever. Your plucky imouto, co-counsel, whatever. Just get her to do it.â
          For the first time, Godot actually gave him a baffled look. Maybe. It was insanely hard to tell. âWhat would I do with a â younger sister, is it?â
          Everybody froze. You could have heard a penny drop. Maya and Pearlâs eyes practically goggled out of their heads.
          Godot just stood there, ignoring Pearl and Maya but clearly unsettled by the silence. âCream and sugar undercuts the delectable bitterness of the black coffee. A life without siblings is a satisfyingly dark roast.â
          Slowly, Phoenix said, âIâm sorry. Youâre a lawyer with no plucky female sidekick?â
          âIâve had kouhai,â Godot said defensively. âI have a certain talent for mentorship ââ
          âMentorship? What makes you think youâre qualified to give any sort of mentorship? Youâre a rookie!â Phoenix said the word ârookieâ like how Edgeworth said âpolyesterâ, which was deeply satisfying. âAnd havenât you lost every case youâve ever taken?â
          Maya looked close to tears. âNo wonder heâs such an awful lawyerâŠhe doesnât have a single imouto.â
          âIs that the âhellâ Mr. Godot talks about?â Pearl asked, voice wavering. âA world with no women?â
          âYouâre projecting,â Godot snapped. âJust because youâre surrounded by teenage girls all day doesnât mean any other lawyer is obligated to do the same.â
          âAny good lawyer. Why do you think Edgeworth has an imouto.â The thought of Edgeworth with no Franciska to hone hisâŠedgeâŠhow sad. âAnd Franciska has Edgeworth as an imouto. This is law one-oh-one, Godot.â Phoenix propped his hands on his hips, grinning. âHah! No wonder you canât beat me! You donât know the first thing about law, do you?â
          âAnd he canât read,â Maya said sadly. âMaybe Mr. Godot isnât exaggerating when he tells us how sad and pathetic he isâŠâ
          âYou thought he was exaggerating?â
          The tragic sight of the thoroughly baffled man clearly tugged at Pearlâs heartstrings, but she quickly found her resolve too. She rolled up her sleeves, as if they were at the office and she was ready to attack Phoenixâs toilet with a scrub brush. Once she had almost fallen in. âThat does it! If Mr. Godot doesnât have an imouto, then Iâll - â
          âNope. His problem, not ours.â Frankly, Phoenix was just trash talking a little. If you pretended Edgeworth and Franciska didnât exist â impossible for Phoenix, but he could stretch his imagination â then Godot was a pretty good lawyer. To be a pretty good lawyer without the massive handicap of no young girlâŠPhoenix better stop giving the competition a hand like this. âCome on, the security guardâs started glaring at us again. Itâs definitely time to start the trial.â
          âYour face will freeze like that, you know,â Pearl seriously told the security guard. He didnât visibly react to her words at all. Maybe Pearl was onto something⊠âMr. Nick, I have a duty to my fellow man -â
          âYou can practice your reading with picture books, like a normal kid.â Pearl indignantly opened her mouth, doubtlessly about to launch into a meandering and breathless rant about her favorite Newberry Award winning childrenâs book author. âIn English, not Japanese. Reading in English is your problem. At this rate youâre going to know how to read legalese and nothing else.â Phoenix yanked open the door, shepherding both girls out. Maya quickly stuffed more California rolls in her sleeve. âBad enough Mayaâs neglecting â Jesus Christ!â
          âYou canât give me a hard time about that,â Maya said reproachfully. âIâm Shinto.â
          Obviously, goddamn Gumshoe was at the door, one fist raised and clearly about to knock. His fist fell at the exact moment that Phoenix opened the door, and Phoenix only barely avoided a royal smack on the head by via Gumshoeâs meaty fist. He really couldnât afford another concussion at this rate! CTE was a very serious brain disorder!
          âMr. Wright! Hey, I thought Iâd find you here! Right underneath my fist too! Howâs that for some detective work, huh!â Gumshoe laughed uproariously, as if his crush wasnât about to board her kayak and start doing the death row. And as if he hadnât told Phoenix to go here. âWell, enough playing around! Itâs time to get back to it! Thereâs no excuse for slacking off when Maggeyâs life is on the line, you know!â
          âYouâre the one who sent me on an errand!â Phoenix snapped. He shut the door tightly behind him. The last thing he needed was Godot adding his two cents. Or, knowing his wordiness, his two dollars. And change. âDid you forget telling me to give Godot the coronerâs report? It was five minutes ago!â
          âWhat? Why would I do that?â Gumshoe paused a second, creaky and rusty gears churning in his brain. Maya made demonstrative kissy noises. âOh, yeah! Did you read it out to him?â
          Phoenix was going to have a fucking aneurysm. âIs there some reason why Prosecutor Godot is incapable of doing his own work? Iâm already doing half the prosecutorâs job in the courtroom anyway!â
          âSome reason? Uh, yeah.â Gumshoe scratched the back of his neck, quirking an eyebrow. âItâs not exactly as if he can read the thing, you know.â
          âOh my god,â Maya whispered, âhe really canât read.â
          Pearlâs eyes were brimming with tears. âA lawyer who canât readâŠheâs so brave!â
          âBrave is one word for it,â Phoenix said flatly. How could he have ever been scared of this guy? No imouto, no literacyâŠthe only thing impressive about him was how heâd even gotten this far. âItâs not my problem if Godot dropped out of fourth grade. Heâs giving me enough problems, tell him to solve his own.â
          For some reason, Gumshoe outright glared at Phoenix. Phoenix was getting used to his misplaced ire over Xirneohp, but what did Maggey have to do with this? If anything, he should be thanking Phoenix for refusing to help the competition. âThatâs out of line, pal! Havenât you heard of basic human decency?â
          âIn a courtroom? No.â
          âHeâs got you there,â Maya said wisely. âWhen Nickâs putting the âNickâ in âpanickedâ, then he can do some pretty sketchy stuff ââ
          âAnd you call me the narc?!â
          âThe courtroom doesnât matter.â Gumshoe was still scowling at Phoenix. Of course itâs only Phoenix who gets treated like this. Edgeworth insults Gumshoe all day and heâs still his biggest fan. âI told you specifically to read out the autopsy report so Prosecutor Godot could record it into his PDA. Then he always labels it with that funny little label maker of his. You gotta get your ears cleaned out, pal.â
          Phoenix turned to Maya and Pearl, silently pleading for backup. Gumshoe was making Phoenix doubt his own sanity. Normally he just made Phoenix think he was losing it.
          But Maya just looked tragically disappointed in him. âNickâŠyou didnât even let Godot label it with his funny little label maker?â
          Desperately, Phoenix rounded on Pearl. He was ready to fake tears. But Pearl just looked ready to whale on him with her little fists. âHow could you, Mr. Nick? I didnât get to see Mr. Godotâs cassette recorder! Iâve always wanted to touch one!â
          âAh, Prosecutor Godotâs things are always super fun to touch!â At least Gumshoe looked sufficiently cheered up. âHis bumpy labels make no sense to me, but I think theyâre super cool. Like a secret code or something. But Prosecutor Godot always dumps coffee on my head when I mess around with themâŠmakes me put âem back in order, then he says Iâm doing it wrong, andâŠI wonât say I miss the whip, but prosecutors can be so rough sometimes.â
          Wait. Hold on a minute. Several different small pieces clicked into place, and Phoenixâs familiar trusty intuition began to churn its gears. Phoenix raised one finger, and Gumshoe instinctively ducked. âDetectiveâŠthat label maker wouldnât happen to be a Braille label maker, would it?â
          Gumshoe brightened, nodding voraciously. Then he apparently remembered he was angry at Phoenix, and started scowling instead. âYeah, thatâs what he called it! And Iâve just caught ya in a contradiction, pal! You said I didnât tell you about the bumpy label maker. But you obviously knew what it was, didnât you? You really were lacking human decency on purpose, werenât you!â
          Cool. Phoenix wished he was dead.
 Both girls looked at Phoenix immediately, correctly deducing the return of his consistent suicidality but uncertain of the cause. Phoenix pinched the bridge of his nose, hard. âBraille is an alphabet for the blind. You read it by feeling little bumps with your fingers. Apparently Prosecutor Godot is some level of blind. And apparently nobody saw fit to tell us this.â
âDid we gotta?â Gumshoe asked blankly. âMr. Godot doesnât like talking about it.â
âYes, you gotta! Now I look like some kind of - you know!â
Sure enough, Maya was giving him the most judgmental look heâd ever seen. Her face when full-ass adult Maximillian admitted that he had asked a sixteen year old to marry him was nothing in comparison. âYou were bullying the blind, Nick? I canât believe you!â
What was it, bully Phoenix for something that was not his fault week? âItâs his fault for not saying anything -â
âVictim blaming?!â
âI thought he was just being an as - jerk again! Itâs not exactly out of character!â
âAbleism,â Maya denounced. Phoenix drooped. âI canât believe it. I expected better from you, Nick.â
âIâm literally ADHD, donât give me this -â
âWho isnât autistic?â Maya said frankly. âThat doesnât count.â
âPlenty of people in this world are neurotypical, Maya.âÂ
Heâd had to explain this multiple times. Sometimes she even made him doubt himself. It wasnât as if he knew neurotypical people. The people in Phoenixâs life either knew they were neurodivergent or thought that normal people were the freak. Most fell into the later category. Unfortunately. Lana wasnât winning sister of the year, but Emaâs diagnosis and Ritalin prescription was probably his sole link to sanity during that case. Phoenix had a conspiracy theory that Gumshoe plus Ritalin would produce a shockingly competent person. Like everybody else on the prosecutorâs side, he had no idea.
There was no way Edgeworth knew he was autistic, but Phoenix was softening him up for the revelation. He had to take it slow. Couldnât afford for him to run off to the Philippines to find himself and then come home acting as if he invented autism. Again. Like he did with homosexuality. Shut up about the German discotheques, Edgeworth!
âMr. Godot is blind?â Pearl gasped. Horrifically, Phoenix was relieved that she knew what blind people were. âIs that why he couldnât read? And you made fun of him! Thatâs bullying, Mr. Nick!â
This was a thousand times worse coming from Pearl. âI wouldnât say I made fun of him,â Phoenix said evasively. âIf anything, I really think heâs been bullying me.â This did not impress Maya and Pearl, who somehow only looked more disappointed in him. Phoenix began to sweat. âI got nothing against the disabled, guys. Theyâre - like, theyâre fine! Some of my best friends are -â
âAutism doesnât count,â Maya said frostily. âYouâll never get your Disability Awareness and Inclusion Girl Scout badge at this rate, Nick.â
âI - am I a nine year old girl now? Seriously?â
Pearl straightened, eyes widening. âIâm a nine year old girl!â Phoenix gestured towards her, emphasizing the handful of differences between them. Gumshoe nodded vigorously. âCan I get a disability aware badge? Iâm aware of disabled people!â Left unsaid: unlike Phoenix, apparently. Yet another difference between him and nine year old girls.
âYou arenât a Girl Scout,â Phoenix said, exhausted. âIf thatâs something youâre interested in, we can sign you up -â
âGirl Scouts! Thatâs a great idea. I was a Girl Scout way back when. It was awfully rewarding.â Gumshoe gave Pearl a big thumbs up, as if he hadnât casually dropped the most insane bomb of all time and promptly moved on. âYouâre probably overqualified for the Legal Expert and Fortune Teller badges. You could really make it!â
That was it. They had lost her. Pearl rolled her sleeves up, puffing out her chest with pride, and before Phoenix could react she had already turned around and pushed the lobby doors open. They swung open with a theatrical flair, revealing -
Godot, just on the other side of the doors. Judging by his somewhat harried look and unbalanced stance, he had also just barely managed to avoid door-to-face impact. Or, more likely, door-to-visor impact.Â
Pearl either didnât notice or didnât care. She jabbed a finger at Godot, who still seemed dazed from the unintentional assault. âIâm taking your case, Mr. Godot! Iâll be your co-counsel! Iâll find you innocent of all charges - um, not that!â
âI lost all innocence a long time ago,â Godot said darkly. He pushed past them, flagrantly brushing off everybody. âIf you wish to scout for something, scout for that. It ought to distract you from standing around and wasting time with meaningless gossip.â
Phoenix winced. He didnât seem very happy. But he never really did - cheerful and amused, frequently, but almost never actually happy. âUh, hey, man. Iâm really sorry about - in my defense, you were actively hiding it -â
âClassic defense attorney,â Maya announced. âAlways defending himself!â
âMr. Edgeworth says that the attorney who represents himself has a fool for a client,â Pearl said helpfully, blissfully unaware of that one time Phoenix had to defend himself against a murder charge. Edgeworth had known. Obviously.Â
âSave your pity, Trite. Save it for the courtroom. So you can pity yourself.â Godot held up one hand, not even bothering to aim it in Phoenixâs direction. âOut of all of your victims, of course you would pity yourself the most.â
âDude,â Phoenix said, âdid I, like, ghost you the morning after or something? Iâm sorry about it, but becoming a lawyer because I didnât text you back is a little weird.â
âA little weird?â Gumshoe said, baffled. âThatâs a crazy accusation, Wright. Who would become a whole lawyer because of a guy?â Phoenix looked at the ceiling. Godot coughed. âI donât like the sound of that cough, pal.â
âFor whom does the bell toll, Detective?â Godot said. Maya looked actively distressed as she attempted and failed to decipher what the fuck he meant by that. âIâll see you all in court. Prepare yourselves. I donât intend on losing to the likes of you.â
He turned on his heel, striding down the hallway and escaping them all as quickly as possible. Pearl gasped, and she immediately let go of Mayaâs hand so she could set off barrelling down the hallway. âHold on! Wait for me, Mr. Godot!â
Godot didnât look back. But he did slow until Pearl caught up, and when she shoved her little hand in his large one he didnât pull away.Â
Gumshoe scratched his chin. Maya squinted at the departing duo, obviously wondering how Godot knew where to take a left turn at the hallway. Phoenix made a mental note of it too. For a blind guy, he was really familiar with the courthouseâŠwhich meant that Phoenixâs mistake was perfectly reasonable! Anybody would make it! âJust double checkinâ. You two are actually cool with sending off a little girl with the sketchiest grown man ever? Completely unsupervised and stuff?â
What, seriously? Phoenix and Maya glanced at each other before shrugging. âIf you canât trust your coworkers,â Maya intoned seriously, âyou canât trust anybody. Nobodyâs more trustworthy than a real lawyer.â
âAnd Edgeworth recommended him,â Phoenix pointed out. âGood enough for me. The state of California would never have certified him as a defense attorney if he wasnât trustworthy.â
âThat doesnât sound right, but I donât know enough about the law to dispute it,â Gumshoe said cheerfully, displaying a chain of logic that had proven extremely convenient for Phoenix over the years. Maya had once tricked Gumshoe into letting them into a crime scene by pretending that there was a legal holiday once a year where every law and police procedure was inverted. âDonât we got a trial to hit, anyway?â
âShit!â
Pearlâs inaugural performance as the prosecutionâs co-counsel/imouto went off without a hitch. Phoenix couldnât be prouder of her efforts. She played her part perfectly: from the well-timed timed motivational encouragements to tension-relieving funny quips, she was a natural. Her only experience co-counseling with Phoenix had been very stressful for her, so Phoenix was happy to see her shine with confidence. Pearl Fey was truly suited for villainy.
She even went above and beyond into the role of personal assistant imouto. She carefully managed the presented evidence, holding up the right photograph or blood-stained object for the purview of the court. Pearl read out any written reports, described the evidence that Phoenix presented, and reported on any notable body language. Phoenix wasnât sure if Godot knowing that âthe Defense looks like you ate the last onigiri he was saving for lunchâŠâ was remotely helpful, but it was cute. Godot better realize how lucky he was to have such a top-quality imouto at his side today. It confused the judge, but what didnât.
âIâm sorry,â the judge said, as Pearl carefully withdrew a generic white coffee mug from a large box underneath the table. SeeminglyâŠfilled with more mugs. âDoesnât that little girl belong to the Defense?â
âThe Defense is loaning her out today,â Phoenix said seriously. Pearl began wrangling a coffee pot the size of her head. âDonât worry, itâs not a conflict of interest.â
âI see!â Pearl carefully tipped the large pot into the white mug. It spilled everywhere, but coffee was poured. âAnd what is a âconflict of interestâ?â
âObscure old legal term. Donât worry about it.â Pearl reached over the table and attempted to slide the mug towards Godot, as the unlucky draftee from the audience always did. He just pointed at a random pot in the crowd and told somebody that they were in charge of his coffee today. Terribly unorganized way to do things.Â
âWatch it, you senile old man. The Defense is distracting you with outdated legal concepts. Focus on the most important aspect of this case!â Why was only the prosecution allowed to insult the judge! Why were they the only ones allowed to get away with that! Seriously unfair! As if Phoenix didnât want to strangle the judge with his own two hands too?!
The mug scooted forward a little, but barely moved. Pearl scowled and tried again, sliding the mug forward a few inches and sloshing coffee over the side again. Pearl huffed in frustration before carefully cupping her hand around the mug and pushing it forward as she walked down the table.Â
Godot cupped his hand on the table and let Pearl push the cup into his hand. Then he slammed the table, throwing his head back and chugging the entire mug of steaming hot coffee in one go. He slammed the mug back on the table. Pearl carefully retrieved it.Â
âThe fact that the old man and this fake Frenchman saw the accused put poison in the cup!â Godot announced. âThatâs one fact that canât be denied! Not by a reliable witness!â
Pearl clapped. Godot patted her on the head. Phoenix groaned.
Phoenix got his way - as usual - by the skin of his teeth - as usual. He was going to have a heart attack before he was thirty at this rate. Phoenix and Maya waited in the courtroom lobby for almost fifteen minutes before Pearl finally came running up to them. She was beaming, cheeks flushed red with pride.Â
âGreat job out there today, Pearl!â Maya cheered, clapping her hands. Yeah - a little too good. Godotâs performance in court was way smoother than last time. Maybe he was just getting his sea legs, but Phoenix never underestimated the power of young girls pursuing merit badges. âAre you ready to go home?â
âNuh-uh! Mr. Godot said heâs gonna take me out for ice cream!â Pearl thrust her hand out, shining the biggest, wettest gaze directly into his eyes. âCan I have money for ice cream, Nick? Please?â
âTypically speaking, when you take people out for food, youâre the one paying,â Phoenix said flatly. âMr. Godotâs on a prosecutorâs salary and Iâm representing a waitress. He can pay.âÂ
âMr. Godot doesnât get paid,â Pearl said frankly. âHe said he does it for the love of the game.â
This was somehow the most surprising thing heâd heard all day and completely predictable.Â
Maya frowned, tilting her head. It was a gesture heâd seen in Mia a thousand times. Even after all this time, Maya still hurt him in those little ways. âProsecutors get paid by the government. How do you legally work for the government and not get paid?â
âMaybe heâs a volunteer?â Phoenix suggested. âPeople volunteer at places, right? LikeâŠin zoos?â
âThat makes sense!â Maya said brightly, clapping her hands together. âZoos, a court of lawâŠwhatâs the difference, right?â
âAfter weâre done with it, not much.â
âI canât believe I didnât meet the parrot,â Pearl said, crushed by the immovable weight of the worldâs injustices. âI wanted to make friends. We have so much in common.â
Maya sympathetically patted Pearlâs back. âYou do! Youâre both so good at imitating voices! Maybe one day Phoenix can cross-examine you too, huh?â
Nope. No. No way! âNot happening. Iâve accused every imouto Iâve ever had of murder on the stand. Pearlâs merciless enough, we canât take that chance. She wouldnât make it a day in prison.âÂ
âSounds like a you problem,â Maya said, unimpressed. âGodot would never accuse an imouto of murder. Heâs a bro like that.â
âHeâs a prosecutor, itâs not his job -â
âApparently being a prosecutor isnât his job either.â
âYouâd make an unemployed man pay for my ice cream?â Pearl demanded. âFor shame, Mr. Phoenix Wright!â
Phoenix sighed and pulled out his wallet. He didnât know why he wasted time pretending this wasnât going to happen. Pity he wasnât in the habit of accepting the inevitable. His life would be a lot easier.
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Old man yaoi
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Pity Party.
Synopsis - Carmy just wants to see you treated the way he thinks you deserve. He decides to take matters into his own hands.
Pairing - Carmen Berzatto x Female Roommate Reader
Word Count - 3k
Warnings - smut. cursing. alcohol mention. carmys filthy mouth.
Age Rating - 18+
Author's Note - hello hello hello!! i am back!! i had a wonderful vacation soaking up the sun, and i am feeling refreshed and ready to go. i have had so many ideas over the past few weeks, so i'm excited to get some of them written asap!! this was a fic that came to me randomly, as i was thinking about roommate!carmen and how much of a menace he'd be if you ever talked about other guys. this was written as a part of my carmen roommates collection. it doesn't follow on from Finders, Keepers or Sweet Dreams, but it does exist in the same universe - so you can decide if this takes place before or after!! as always, feel free to send me any ideas or thoughts or burning desires you have. so much love <3
as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3
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"You're back early."
Carmy had swung the door open, expecting to come home to an empty apartment. Instead, he's met with the sight of you, sitting on the couch, undoing the straps of your shoes.
"Fuckin' disaster," you mutter, loud enough for him to hear.
He breathes out a chuckle at the stormy look on your face. Carmy thinks you're cutest when you're angry. He aches to smooth the crease between your brows with his thumb.
"That bad?" he asks, taking a seat next you and kicking off his sneakers.
"You wouldn't even believe."
He rises and makes his way to the kitchen, filling the tea kettle and placing it on the stove top. Grabbing two mugs, he casts a glance over his shoulder at you, frowning at your body language. You look defeated.
Carmy steeps two cups of tea, placing one of them carefully into your waiting hands. He resumes his seat on the sofa, pressing his thigh against yours and turning to face you.
"You wanna talk about it?"
You think for a moment before replying.
"You're gonna laugh at me."
His face instantly crumples, confusion written all over it.
"I'll never laugh at you. I'll laugh with you, sure. But never at you."
He nudges your shoulder with his, urging you to go on.
"Okay, fine. The actual date was pretty good. He took me to that Italian place downtown-"
"Dolce Vita? Did you get the truffle pasta I told you about?" Carmy interrupts you before you can continue.
"Yes, oh my God. It was incredible. Do you think you can recreate it sometime?"
"Fuck yeah. They're pretty secretive with their recipes, but I think I can figure it out. You can help me if you want - I'm gonna need a sous chef."
He pulls a reluctant laugh from you, the sound echoing off the ceramic of your mugs. You both know that being the sous chef involves you sitting on the counter drinking wine while Carmy does all the work.
"Of course. I'll always be your sous chef."
"I'll hold you to that."
You smile at him gently, a little taken aback by the sincerity in his voice.
"Anyway. The dinner went great. He seemed super interested in me, asked me questions, told me about his job, his hobbies, his dog. He was hot, and good to talk to. I thought I'd hit the jackpot."
"And then?"
"And then we went back to his apartment. And it all went to shit."
He chuckles, blue eyes glinting in the moonlight.
"Tell me more."
"You really want to hear about all of this?"
It's not like you and Carmy aren't close. You absolutely are. It's just that there's always been this unspoken connection between the two of you. A bubbling, fiery attraction that you both shut down repeatedly, screwing the lid on tight whenever it rears its head. So, you tend to avoid talking to Carmy about dating. You're scared you'll accidentally blurt out the truth - you compare every single date to him.
"Of course I do."
His answer is so genuine it makes you ache. You continue, hesitantly.
"Well... things got a little... heavy. He wasn't a bad kisser, I guess... he just wasn't... a good one? He kept biting my lip super hard and it kinda hurt. Then he pulled my clothes off like a high schooler, and he's on top of me, and I'm waiting for him to sort of... do... anything? And then he's finished. Like, completely done. And then he has the nerve to ask me if I finished."
Carmy's mouth has fallen open, shock etched across his face. After a long, heavy pause, he speaks.
"What the fuck?"
You look at him for moment, before bursting into contagious laughter. He joins you, both of you with your heads thrown back, giggles reverberating around the lowlit room.
"I mean, seriously," he pants, still laughing. "What the fuck?"
"I didn't even answer him. I just put my clothes on, grabbed my bag and left without saying a word."
Every time you try to stifle your laughter, a giggle escapes. The situation wasn't funny at the time, but looking back, it's hilarious.
All of a sudden, you both go silent. You're deep in thought, reflecting on the seemingly never ending stream of bad dates that you've endured. Carmy is watching you intently, ocean blue eyes glued to your face.
"Fuck," you breathe. "This is kinda pathetic."
Carmy inhales deeply, and turns his body so it's facing yours on the couch.
"The way I see it," he begins, "you have two options."
You quirk a brow in confusion and stay quiet, waiting for him to explain.
"You can sit here feeling sorry for yourself, or, you can let me fuck you the way you deserve."
Your mouth falls open in shock at the exact same moment your brain seems to shut down. You can't think. You can't process his words. All you can focus on is the way he's staring at you. You suddenly feel hot under his gaze, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. A shiver runs down your spine, and you have to remind yourself to breathe.
"Wh-... what?" you choke out.
"You heard me, honey. You can wallow in your little pity party, or you can let me show you what it's like to be with someone who can actually make you come. Your choice."
His voice has dropped an octave lower than usual, the tone warm and honeyed. He's still staring at you, blue gaze unrelenting.
"Is this gonna fuck everything up between us?" you whisper hesitantly.
Carmy reaches out and places a gentle hand on your cheek, thumb stroking careful circles into your skin.
"I don't think anything can fuck up what we have," he murmurs. "You're the only thing in my life that makes sense."
His confession seems to sober you up, the honesty in his words snapping you back to your senses.
"Okay."
He almost does a double take at the sureness in your voice.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Put your money where your mouth is, Carmen."
"There she is," he chuckles. "You scared me when you went quiet for a second there."
"Well, if what you say is true, you're not gonna be able to shut me up for the night."
He laughs darkly, and slides closer to you slightly.
"Oh, honey. You're gonna wish you hadn't said that."
He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, tracing the journey of your neck with his fingertips. He rests his hand lightly at the base of your throat, the heavy weight of it making you pant.
"If there's any point where you don't like something, or you want me to slow down, just say so. Okay?"
You nod your head, entranced by the sudden dominance he's displaying. You've never seen this side of him before. You can't believe he's been hiding it this whole time.
"Words, pretty. Need to hear you say it."
"Yes. I understand. I'll tell you, I promise."
He doesn't say anything in reply, just smirks. He lets you sit in the silence for a moment too long, the anticipation slowly killing you.
"Please, Carmen," you breathe. "Please."
"Fuck," he groans, shuffling closer to you. "You sound so pretty when you beg."
Carmy leans in and kisses your cheek gently, testing the waters. He presses a kiss to your other cheek, and pulls back to watch for your reaction. When he's happy, he tilts forward and leaves a careful kiss on your chin, then your forehead, then both of your closed eyes, before kissing you on the side of your mouth. His closeness makes you whine, desperate for him to give you what you want.
Finally, he connects his lips to yours, starting off slow and tender. When you tangle your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck and try to pull him even closer, his resolve snaps. His tongue sweeps into your mouth, exploring eagerly. You clamber over him and climb into his lap, straddling his hips and pressing yourself into his body.
Carmy can't decide where to put his hands. He's grabbing at your waist, running his fingers up your back, pulling you into him by your ass. You're both groaning into each others mouths, enraptured by the other person and the all consuming way they kiss.
"Can I take this off?" he asks lowly, pulling at the hem of your dress.
Instead of answering, you pull it over your head, throwing it onto the floor in front of you.
"Fuck," he murmurs. "Most beautiful girl I've ever seen."
His hands are roaming all of your exposed skin, as if he can't get enough. He's terrified he won't ever get to see you like this again, so he's not going to waste a second.
You grind your hips down into his, eliciting a groan from the both of you. His hands tighten their grip on your waist, as he leans up to press open mouthed kisses to your jaw. Your fingers fly to the hem of his t shirt, pulling it off swiftly. You manage to shove his jeans down and off, before attempting to pull off his underwear. Carmy stops you in your tracks.
"Nuh uh," he tuts. "This is about you. Not me."
He pulls you off his lap gently and shuffles so his back is resting against the couch cushions. He spreads his legs wide, and gestures for you to sit between them. When you don't move, he looks at you carefully.
"Give me a color, pretty girl."
You take a deep breath, and smile at him softly.
"Green, Carmen. Promise."
You manoeuvre sideways, so you can place yourself with your back to his chest. He wraps his arms around you for a moment and holds you tightly, as if he's scared you'll disappear any second. You relax into his embrace, all the tension leaving your body. You have nothing to worry about. It's just you and Carmen, in the place you call home.
You drop your head back into Carmy's shoulder, and allow yourself to get lost in the feeling of his hands on your skin. He's begun tracing patterns down your arms, your sides, your stomach, until he reaches your underwear. He plays with the band, dipping his finger underneath in a feather light touch. Goose bumps rise across your body and you shiver, practically vibrating with need.
"Carmen," you whisper. "Don't tease."
"But that's half the fun," he murmurs into your ear, and you can hear the smile in his voice.
You can picture it perfectly, too. The way his eyes crinkle, the way his mouth curves, the way he bites his lip to stifle it. The image in your mind makes you melt into him further. You want to be as close to him as you physically can be. You'd completely disappear into him if you could.
He brings you back to reality by cupping you over your underwear, groaning when he feels the saturated material.
"Oh, pretty girl. Is this all for me? Fuck."
Suddenly, his game of teasing has lost all its fun. Carmy twists his fingers into your underwear and pulls them off in one swift movement, throwing them in the general direction of your dress on the floor. He places a hand on each of your thighs and spreads them apart, hooking them over his legs.
Carmy starts off slow, careful. He caresses over your skin, gentle and almost apprehensive. When he gets to your core, he swipes a finger through, testing the waters. When you buck your hips into his hand, he knows you're both on the same page.
"Just relax, okay? Gonna make you feel good."
His deep, smooth, whiskey like voice is doing nothing to help the heat bubbling in your stomach. You only whine in response, wiggling your hips to urge him to keep going.
Carmy throws one arm around your stomach, keeping you plastered to his body. You can feel him hot and hard against your back, and you so desperately want to feel him that your mouth is watering. You grind back into him, and he reads your mind.
"Not yet," he whispers. "This is about you, remember? Need to show you what you've been missing."
With that, he circles your clit with two fingers, slowly but surely. He revels in the noises you elicit. They're making him dizzy, disorientated. He never thought he'd be the one to pull a sound like that from you. He's quite convinced he's dreaming.
"Let me hear you. Don't hold back on me, okay?"
You nod your head frantically, willing to give him whatever he asks if you get what you want.
Carmy slips a finger into you slowly, moaning under his breath at your warmth. When he thinks you're ready, he adds a second finger, and sets a steady rhythm, trying to figure out what you like.
After he's set his pace, he starts to curl his fingers on the up stroke, grinning to himself when he finds the spot.
"Yeah? Right there? That's it, isn't it?"
You're nodding and shaking and pawing at his forearms, trying to tether yourself to reality in any way you can. You think you might be floating, on cloud 9, in some sort of euphoric trance. You can't believe no one's ever made you feel like this before. You're convinced no one ever will again.
Carmy quickens his pace and basks in the glory of your moans. He thinks this might be the most beautiful you've ever looked, spread out completely for him. Every inch of your skin is touching his, and it makes his heart skip a beat for a second.
He presses a kiss into your hair and keeps his mouth there, murmuring honeyed praises into your ear.
"Doin' so good for me."
"You got it, honey, that's it."
"Atta girl. Keep going. Almost there."
"You look so fuckin' pretty like this. Fuck. Gonna be thinking about this forever."
"I'll ruin you, baby. Nothing's ever gonna compare to this, to what we have."
All you can do is moan in response, his filthy words pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You're almost there, but something is stopping you. You whine in frustration, tears welling in your eyes. Carmy feels the tension suddenly grasp your muscles, and leans down to mutter to you softly.
"What is it, sweet girl? What do you need? Just tell me. Anything, and I'll give it to you."
You're not sure how much you trust your voice right now, so you decide to show him instead. You take the hand that he's using to hold you to him and move it up your body until it's resting against your throat. You tighten your fingers around his, and moan in response to the pressure.
"Oh, baby," he coos. "Filthy fuckin' girl. Here I thought you were so innocent, and this whole time you wanted to be choked like a whore?"
The way he degrades you so lovingly makes you mewl. You'd never ever trust anyone else to speak to you this way in such an intimate moment - but with Carmen, there's no hesitation. You know he's just telling you what you need to hear in the heat of the moment. And you love him for it.
"Fuck, Carmen," you manage to choke out. "Keep going. Don't stop, please."
"I'll do anything you want if you keep saying my name like that," he whispers.
"Carmen," you moan in response. "Carmy Carmy Carmy Carmy Carmy."
You're chanting his name like a prayer. He's rutting into your back, hips grinding and circling in time with his fingers that are maintaining their steady rhythm. His fingers tighten around your throat as he crooks his digits just right, and the result is a devastating moan from you that Carmy wishes to have on repeat for the rest of his life.
"So close," you whisper hoarsely. "Harder."
Carmy uses his thumb to circle your clit with one hand, other hand pulling you by your neck back into him tightly. He grinds his hips dirtily into you, and the feeling of him so silky and warm against you is what sends you over the edge. The corners of your vision go white as you arch into him, head thrown backwards into his chest. The sounds you're making are so melodic, so borderline angelic that Carmy almost cries. Heaven, he thinks. This is salvation.
Carmy finishes with you, climaxing onto the soft skin of your back. You both relax simultaneously, chests heaving and panting. He removes his fingers gently and wraps both arms around you, pulling you into him tightly despite the mess. He reaches to brush the hair out of your face, and the gesture is so tender it makes your lip quiver.
"Thank you," you whisper after what feels like hours of comfortable silence.
"Sorry I called you a whore," he murmurs back.
You let out a surprised laugh, vibrating with amusement in his arms.
"I know you didn't mean it."
"I mean I did give you the best orgasm of your life, so... call it even?"
"You're forgiven," you chuckle. "Completely forgiven."
You trace gentle patterns over his forearms with your fingertips, following the black ink of his tattoos. He sighs in contentment and places a kiss into your hair, relaxing further into the couch.
You sit together like that for a while, neither of you too concerned with the time. It's not often you see Carmy so relaxed, so serene. You're enjoying it for as long as you can.
"We should clean up," he says quietly, eventually. "Sorry about the mess."
"It's okay. Worth it," you tease, pinching his thigh. He pinches your side in retaliation, which makes you jump.
"Come on, trouble."
He stands from the couch, never letting go of the grip he has on you. You have no choice but to stand with him, yelping as he half carries you through the apartment towards the shower.
The sounds of both of your laughter bounce off of the abandoned mugs of tea still sat on the coffee table, melodic and joyous. The moonlight seeps through the windows, illuminating the beginning of something special in the living room of your shared apartment.
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Crimson & Clover - Aaron Hotchner
Likes are always appreciated but reblogs and feedback keep artists going!
Summary: After laying in bed with cramps all day, Aaron offers to help ease them in a way youâve never tried before.
Word Count: 1.3k
A/N: my cramps are so bad right now and i just really wanted some fluffy hotch smut so i decided to write it myself lol, enjoy! <3
TW: period sex, fingering, mentions of blood, cramps, etc, afab + fem reader, pet names (sweetheart, honey), slight aftercare at the end
Rating: R, 18+
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After a full day laid up in bed, you were starting to believe your body was your worst enemy. Every cramp and ache of your tired muscles pulled you further into an emotional fog, wishing the plush bedding surrounding you would just swallow you whole. You were a mess in every way, not to mention needy beyond words. You knew you were lucky to have such an understanding partner, willing to do anything to make you feel better.
âIâm back, honey.â
You pulled the covers off of your face, watching Aaron set a freshly brewed cup of tea on your nightstand before climbing into bed beside you. He sat with his back against the headboard and helped you sit up, leaning your head against his shoulder.
You reached for the mug, his large hand wrapping around it before bringing it to your lips. You placed your hands on top of his, tilting the cup slowly and taking small sips, warmth spreading through your chest with every gulp.
âFeel any better?â He asked after you took your last sip, now a little less light-headed, but cramps going strong as ever.
âA little, I just wanna lay down again.â
You tried to smile to reassure him you were okay, but he could see the way your brow furrowed ever so slightly from the pain you were in. As much as he loved taking care of you, he hated that he couldnât take your pain away.
âIâm sorry sweetheart, is there anything else I can do?â
âHold me, please?â
âI think I can do that.â He smiled down, sliding down under the covers with you. You rolled onto your side to face him, allowing his strong arms to snake around your waist as he pulled you partially on top of him. You laid your head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat as you tried to relax, his thigh settling between your legs. His fingers got to work rubbing small circular motions against your lower back, releasing some long-building tension from your sore muscles.
You relaxed into his touch, feeling the first bit of relief youâd had all day, an involuntary moan slipping from your lips.
âDoes that feel good?â He mused, slightly increasing his pressure. You hummed a yes, nodding against his chest. Your neediness was starting to take over, the feeling of his skin against yours, how his stubble brushed against your cheek when you looked up at him, the smell of his cologne, it was all too much, the heat growing in your core almost unbearable.
You couldnât help yourself as you slowly started to roll your hips, pressing your core down against his muscular thigh, craving every bit of stimulation you could possibly get without making a mess. His free hand found your chin, lifting it to look up at him.
âDo you want me to help?â He laughed, a gentle smile spread across his face. The way the outer corners of his eyes crinkled almost made you forget what you were doing, always so taken by how handsome he is.
âI donât want to make a mess.â You frowned, trying to bury your face against his shirt.
âLook at me.â He redirected your gaze to his, his tone becoming more serious.
âI can put a towel down, besides, do you really think Iâm afraid of a little blood?â
He had a good point, Aaron had seen more than his fair share of blood on the job, but this still felt different to you for some reason you werenât sure of. He could see the continued hesitation in your eyes, and he didnât want to say he knew what was best for you, but he absolutely did not want you denying yourself pleasure, and more importantly pain relief, just because you were afraid of getting a little messy.
âHow about we start out slow, if you donât like it we can stop, I promise.â He gave you that look that always made you melt, abusing his big brown eyes privileges to convince you. You nodded in agreement, rolling off of him so he could go grab a towel. When he returned, you lifted your hips so he could lay the towel out beneath you, helping remove your period underwear.
You felt exposed, more so than ever before due to your heightened sensitivity. You were almost shivering as you waited for him to get back into bed with you, the anticipation adding to your nerves.
âAre you ready?â He asked, pulling you flush against his side. You nodded, and the tap of his fingers on your inner thigh had you spreading your legs wider, adrenaline kicking in.
The moment he touched your clit, very ounce of hesitation within you melted away, leaving only moans and whimpers in its wake. Why you had never thought of this before, you didnât know, but you were happy to understand it now. His fingers gently studied your folds, tracing intricate peaks and valleys until he had the topography memorized, determined to make every centimeter of your pussy feel loved and cared for.
It was deliciously torturous, your heightened sensitivity making each stroke incredibly pleasurable, but not quite enough to give you the relief you truly craved. You began to squirm, twisting the upper half of your body to bury your face in his chest, gripping the fabric of his t-shirt in your palms. You whimpered almost pathetically, trying to rut up into his hand in desperate need of more contact.
He shifted against you, causing you to shift away just slightly, momentarily making you worry that you were accidentally hurting him.
âMâSorryâ You mumbled, letting go of his shirt.
âItâs alright sweetheart, hold onto me as tight as you need.â He soothed, his free hand smoothing your hair away from your face. He had actually been adjusting to gain a better angle, gently pushing his middle and ring fingers into your entrance, pumping slowly in and out of your wet heat. You gasped at the intrusion, the intensity taking a moment to get used to until you were crying out in pleasure, completely uninhibited.
He increased the pressure of his movements, fingertips rubbing the soft spot inside of you as the heel of his palm rubbed firmly against your clit, bringing you incredibly close to the release youâd been craving.
âGo on honey, let go.â His permission was all you needed, your lips chanting his name as you pulsed around him, your milky white cum mixing with the deep crimson dripping down onto the towel.
Your whole body felt like jello, too weak to move but more relaxed than youâd been all week.
âThank you.â You whispered, too fucked out to speak any louder for the time being.
âIâll do that and more whenever you need me to, all you need to do is ask.â
You nodded in understanding, eyes fluttering shut momentarily from exhaustion. The next thing you knew he was gently nudging you awake, and you realized you mustâve dozed off. As much as he wanted to let you sleep, he was not the type to ever skip aftercare, and this was no different.
âIâm going to clean you up, okay?â He asked, gently parting your legs further to properly wipe your cunt clean with the warm washcloth heâs brought back. You hummed, enjoying the tenderness of the moment, feeling well and truly loved.
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Hi hi hi idk if ur accepting requests you can delete this if not sorry but can you write a very fluffy to smut fic? Like reader sending some smexy text to Natasha and then Natasha immediately picking up the kids to put them to bed early
Thankieeee
Here We Go Again
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Word Count: 1553
Warnings: Reader teasing Natasha, Smut, Face Riding, Natasha has a penis, P in V, Breeding, Little bit of degration.
Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3
A/n: Need to give another big shout out to @wandamaximoffsbadgirl for helping me once again. Was stuck on some of the smut and brain said no. Also nonnie I hope you don't mind but I made it part 4 of Growing a Family because it worked so well with the kids and teasing.
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A loud groan and a bang can be heard from the other room. You canât help the chuckle that leaves your lips as you can most definitely tell that your wife has banged her head against her office desk. You've been slightly cruel to your wife all day. Sending multiple teasing texts just to get her riled up. This last one was of you in new lingerie. The photo was taken discreetly earlier in the day.Â
Though your body might not be the same after having three kids it seems to have made Nat love you even more. Your curves and plush skin make her go feral whenever you change in front of her or just wear some more revealing clothing. Itâs been awhile since you two have had time to yourselves so you figured you would have some fun teasing.Â
Nat gets up from her office and walks right past you with a determined look in her eyes. âBaby where are you going?â She stops turning to face you. You can see that primal desire flickering within her eyes. âI called Wanda, she is taking the kids tonight for a sleepover.â She stalks closer to you and grabs your hips. She leans down to whisper in your ear. âThen Iâm going to fuck you until you canât walk and your pregnant again.â A shiver runs down your spine as a whimper escapes your lips. She smirks at your reaction before she is turning on her heels and going to round up the kids.Â
By the time Nat comes back you're dripping with anticipation. Youâve changed back into the new lingerie that you know youâve already absolutely ruined. Youâve put out candles and youâre now laid out on the bed. You can hear the shuffling as Nat makes her way to the bedroom. The door swings open revealing your half naked wife, already having shed most of her clothes on her walk to the bedroom. Her already hardened cock strained against her boxers with a visible wet spot.Â
Nat stalks over to you on the bed. âYou looks so fucking hot in this but I canât wait to rip it off of you and destroy that perfectly little pussy tonight.â You rub your thighs together trying to get some friction as a whine falls from your lips. âPlease Natty, need you.â She groans as she pulls down her boxers letting her cock spring free, kicking them off her feet as she climbs on the bed over you. She looks down seeing how your arousal has soaked through your panties and smeared against your thigh. âSo fucking desperate for me and I havenât even toughed you yet.â You nod, your lip caught between your teeth.Â
A loud gasp escapes you when Nat pulls down the cups of your lingerie causing your breast to spill over the top. She leans down, nipping and sucking marks onto your chest as she mumbles against your skin. âI love these perfect tits. I canât wait to see them grow again when I fuck another baby into you.â You nod your head as you lace your fingers through her hair. âNatty please.â She smirks against your skin. âPlease what detka.â She isnât going to give it to you so easily after you have been teasing her all day. She wants to hear you beg for it.Â
All you can do is whine. Natâs touch makes your mind go fuzzy. Trying to form words felt impossible, feeling her lips make their way down your body. Every nerve ending was firing off as she bit and sucked on your thighs. So close to where you needed her. âNatty pleaseâŠâ You reach down tugging at her. âNeed you here.â You pulled her just above your clothed cunt. You've completely soaked through. Nat can see it, but more importantly she can smell it.
Nat smirks at your neediness for her. âDo you think you deserve it detka? Teasing me all day.â Her fingers grip your plush thighs. You let out a whine. âPlease Natty. I'll be good.â She contemplates your pleas. Should she let you get away with all that teasing just so easily? She contemplates what to do for a moment before holding your hips down and pushing her tongue flat against you. Licking up what she can of your juices as you try and arch more. Her tongue is a mere tease over your panties. âNatty please I'm sorry I'll be a good girl!â She presses her tongue down on your clothed clit giving you just a little relief but it's not enough. You try to grind desperately for more stimulation but her grip on your hips is tight allowing no movement.Â
As quickly as Nat had pressure on your clit it's gone. She sits up with a devilish smirk on her lips. âDetka if you want it so bad you're going to have to work for it. I'm going to lay down and I want that pretty little cunt of yours riding my face. You want it, you do the work.â You whimper at the thought but nod in understanding. She looks at you pointedly. âDo I make myself clear?â You know what she wants. âYes Natty.â She just needed an oral confirmation. âGood girl.â She purrs.
The two of you move positions, your lingerie being discarded on the floor as you positioned yourself just above her face. You were sure if she made you stay like this you'd drip all over her face. But you know better and you know she wants you directly on her. Her arms wrap around your thighs and pull you down when you aren't faster enough for her liking. Lapping at you like she's starved and dehydrated. Like she needs you to survive.Â
Nat mumbles into you. âRide my face detka.â The vibrations sending shivers up your spine. Your hands move to grip the headboard as you start to grind down on her face. She lets her tongue stick out so that you can do all the work. Your taste is so addicting to her, if she could spend her life between your thighs she would. You would be her every meal.Â
You moaned out, it felt so amazing as you moved against Natâs face desperate for release as pleas started falling past your lips, âPlease Natty...please please please...need to cum need you Natty.â You looked down at her, your eyes glazed over and her own dark and hooded. âCum, cum all over my tongue.â She speaks into you. You move your hips desperately as you feel the knot about to snap. When it does, your thighs clamp around her head as they tremble. White hot pleasure courses through you as Nat laps up every last drop of your release. Your hips slowly rut against her face as you ride out your orgasm. When you finally slow to a stop you roll off of her panting, laying down beside your wife.
You close your eyes, catching your breath when you feel Nat move and before you can do anything she's between your legs, the tip of her pushing at your entrance. âYou did a good job detka, but now it's time to make good on my promise.â You gasp as she slowly sinks into you. âO-oh fuck.â You breathe out. You're already so wet she just slides right in. âMmm fuck still so tight for me no matter how many times I fuck you. This pussy was made for me.â You moan as she bottoms out.Â
Nat doesn't give you much time before she is pulling almost all the way out and thrusting back in. âFuck...Natty!â You're gripping and clawing at her. Your body builds up quickly from your first orgasm. You had desperately needed this, needed her. Needed to feel her inside of you, filling you perfectly.
Nat takes your legs and presses your knees to your chest causing you to moan at the different angle. âFuck! Such a slut for me. Sending me dirty photos just so I can fuck you. So desperate for me to fill this pussy with more of my babies.â She grunts with every thrust. You nod rapidly. âYes! Yes! Needed it! Needed to be filled by you...fuck Natty!â You arched as much as you could. âFuck cumming! Cumming cumming!â You moaned out, eyes screwing shut as all you could see was white and your body felt insanely hot.
Nat moans as she feels your walls suffocating her length. âFuck, fuck, fuck!â Her hips jerk as she cums filling you up. You don't know how but as she ruts into you her spurts of cum seem to never end. You know you teased her but you didn't expect this much. The overwhelming feeling of being so full of her has you gasping.
You had never felt so full before. A hand instinctively moving down to feel and your fingers ghost over a little bulge she's left inside of you. A small groan coming out at the feeling. Nat pants above you, moaning at your action. She leans down and kisses your shoulder. âLook how full you are of me. You'll be carrying my baby again in no time, moya lyubov.â You can't help the smile that spreads across your face. âMmm I can't wait.â
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It's finally here...!
Obey Me Month!! Going from October 1 - 31 2024, i have made prompts for every single day of the month!
any sort of work can be made for this: art, fics, edits, and so much more! whatever your heart desires <3
please be sure to tag this blog and use the tag 'obey me month' if you want your piece to be reblogged!! depending how many pieces are sent my way, i may or may not start up a queue--so your piece might not be reblogged right away. however! i plan on trying to make sure i do reblog each every piece on its designated day. if for whatever reason i do not see or reblog your piece, please do not be afraid to message me! furthermore, please make sure to tag your pieces correctly! this is mainly about pieces that may be 18+ (especially x readers ^^;;), so that people can filter that out if they want to. i will be reblogging explicit pieces if they are made, but just know i'll be using the tag of ''explicit'' on those pieces so people can filter on my own page.
i'm sure many are wondering this, but you do not have to do every single prompt!! this is just all for fun of course, so do whatever prompts whenever you want! do whatever calls out the most to you and is the most fun <3
you can start creating right now of course, but just know i'll only start reblogging pieces in October! along with that, if a certain prompt isn't screaming out to you, then feel free to use the extra prompts listed below! that's what they're there for, in case you're not feeling any specific prompt <3
got more questions? please send them!! depending how many i get, i may make an FAQ for this, so that people with similar questions can find answers. if you have a question, i may also have answered it under the OM Month Questions tag!!
i absolutely cannot WAIT for october!! i hope you are all as excited as i am for this <3 and again, i hope you all have fun with this and create some beautiful pieces of art!!!!
(Written prompts under the cut) (color-coded so that it's slightly easier to read)
October 1: Lucifer October 2: Reminiscence October 3:Mammon October 4: Magic October 5: Leviathan October 6: Autumn Leaves October 7: Satan October 8: Curse October 9: Asmodeus October 10: Pumpking Carving October 11: Beelzebub October 12: Haunting October 13: Belphegor October 14: Witch October 15: Simeon
October 16: Midnight October 17: Luke October 18: Past/Future October 19: Solomon October 20: Hot Cider October 21: Barbatos October 22: Fallen Angel October 23: Thirteen October 24: Graveyard October 25: Raphael October 26: Horror Movie/Game October 27: Mephistopheles October 28: Demon Form October 29: Growth/Change October 30: Family October 31: Diavolo
ALT prompts: Witching Hour Halloween Costume Summoning Fear & Phobias Ghost
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I just got this idea and I trust your writing the most, I was wondering if you could write ,unless you already wrote this, where the reader steals König or ghost masks or anyone else and their reaction (nsfw or sfw is fine), thank you have a great day :))
König & Ghost's Reaction to their S/O Stealing their Mask
Warnings: Implications of Smut, Dominant Ghost, Dominant König, Territorial Military Men <3, Minor Spoilers of Ghost's Past, Mention of a Size Kink, Profanity, No Pronouns used for Reader except 'You.
König
Since he's absolutely massive, the ends of his sniper veil literally reach the bottom of your ribcage.
So when König sees you wear it for the first time, he's absolutely F L O O R E D
We don't call him Size Kink König for no reason.
Goes absolutely feral when he sees you draped in his veil.
Can barely keep his hands off you.
"Maus," he husks, fingers twitching as he reaches for you slowly, cautiously, offering you the chance to go with him willingly.
"You don't know what you're doing to me."
Even without the veil, his eyes are dark, a blackness settling over them that, somewhere in your mind, your intuition, has you seeing red.
Regardless of how innocent your intent when acquiring the mask, none of that matters now.
All that does is the growing bulge in König's pants, the shortness of his breath, and his shadow settling over you as he advances on your path.
"You'll be needing that mask more than I will after I'm done with you."
And when you dare to ask "Why ?" now entrapped â eclipsed â by his frame, he just smiles, thin and sharp. Cruel.
He takes you in his arms, pulling you to him, your face almost crushed into his chest.
He laughs. A low rumble â the promise of a natural disaster.
His nose is to yours covered by the veil, a condescending gesture of his prowess and your submission. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.
"Because everyone will get a free show to the fallout of an evening youâve roped yourself into."
As if to prove his point, his hands are at your wrists before you even notice the pressure he's applying there, binding you, pulling you ever closer to him. And in that second, you know you're not leaving your little stunt â the night â unscathed.
Ghost
Hoo boy.
Okay, it's no secret to anyone who knows Ghost â really knows him â that he's suffered a lot of hardship throughout his life, hencewhy he is the way he is.
Which others may construe as cold, heartless â even soulless.
But that's only because Simon has lost so much.
So when he comes home to find you in one of his masks, smiling up at him (he can tell by the way your eyes crinkle), he's immediately whipped.
And I mean W H I P P E D.
To see the one person he can truly call his own wearing his gear is something he didn't know he needed until now.
Sure, he's seen you in his shirts, but this felt different. More intimate.
Your face was where his usually was, his spectral imprint practically morphed with the contours of your face.
Though it needn't be mentioned, he has a hard time... containing himself.
"Fuuuck me, Darlin'," he rasps, on you like a sickness as he sits on top of you, pinning you to the sofa by your waist.
"Y'look better in that than I do."
And you smile. Something intentional hidden within.
"Hmm... I doubt that." You can feel Simon's body heat rocketing beneath his clothes.
"You know I can't resist you when you wear it."
And that's all it takes to send him over the edge.
You hear his breath shake as he rolls into you ever so slightly, still restraining his whole weight to keep you intact. Something began to prod your abdomen.
"Oh, you're in for it now," he tells you. There is not a single hint of fallacy to his claim or his expression â one of barely stoic restraint.
"You won't be able to do much of anything by the time I'm through with you."
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jojo siwa claiming she's revitalizing gay pop and releasing 'karma' on the same night as conan gray's 'found heaven' and chappell roan's 'good luck babe' is so poetically ironic. it's like the universe WANTS to draw a comparison between jojo and queer pop artists.
the thing that makes queer pop compelling as a genre is the unique storytelling and experiences of queer artists told through their music. that doesn't necessarily mean every song by a queer artist has to be about their queerness. they don't have to scream "hey i'm gay!" in every single song they write. but claiming to be "reinventing gay pop" should mean you're telling interesting stories about your queer experience, right???
'found heaven' by conan gray is about growing up as a queer kid with religious guilt and disapproving parents. he equates being in love in an authentic way to "finding heaven", and the piece as a whole resonates with a TON of queer people in different stages of their lives. some people can look back at their childhoods and how much they've grown since then, some can relate because they're currently going through what conan's written about, and some people can sympathize with the way some queer people are treated, even if they aren't necessarily queer themselves.
'good luck babe' is a song about queerness and compulsory heterosexuality. chappell sings about a woman she was in a relationship with who decided to settle down in a conventional marriage despite being queer. the song reflects the denial a lot of queer people go through (specifically regarding the lesbian experience) and the unfortunate way a lot of them end up repressing who they are to conform to societal standards. it's fun, it's campy, but its message is still poignant.
as for karma⊠there's nothing inherently queer about that song. the music video for the original version, âkarmaâs a bitchâ by brit smith, featured a heterosexual storyline. jojo buying the rights to a song she didn't write isn't inherently a bad thing, a lot of mainstream artists do that all the time. however, if you're claiming to be a pioneer of the âgay popâ genre and your music doesn't reflect any queer themes or experiences, is it really âgay popâ? again, queer artists don't have to write exclusively about their queerness, but if you try to present yourself as a voice for the queer community without telling any of their stories, you're not going to be lauded as some revolutionary figure. if any of the songs on jojoâs album are actually about her experience as a lesbian or contain any queer themes, then i think she'd qualify as a âgay popâ artist. but so far, she's given us a faux edgy, generic pop song and tried to market it as some insane never-been-done-before feat. and honestly, if her entire album is like this and she continues to market herself this way, it's a slap in the face to all the genuine artists and storytellers in the queer community.
but let's stop talking about jojo siwa and start talking about the incredible queer artists who are truly breathing life into the "gay pop" genre: chappell roan, renee rapp, ben platt, conan gray, girl in red, kevin atwater, baby queen, mitski, clairo, dodie, and SO MANY MORE (feel free to add on some of your favourites because there are so many wonderful artists out there <3)
also: if you have a different perspective on this situation i would absolutely love to hear what you think and if you agree / disagree with this! i love discussing topics like this so feel free to reblog with your own take
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It's 2024. Are you still thinking about movieverse!Cherik? Because I am.
For the past several months, there's only been a very slow trickle of posts/fics in the xmcu cherik tag. Let's try to breathe some life back into this incredible pairing!
With one clear winner of my poll, here's thirty prompts for the thirty days of April. (This is a super chill, laid-back event---do these in any order, interpret them as loosely as you like! Create in any medium! Fic, art, gifs, meta, incoherent screaming about the otpâŠall winners in my book.)
The only rule here is to cherik too close to the sun. Alright. Here are the prompts.
Mutual Pining
Doesn't really even need elaboration! Write that horrifically slow slow-burn. Gif every time McAvoy made insane fuck me eyes on screen. Make a playlist of songs about impossible love.
2. Alternate Meetings
There are endless quotes about how these two complete each other in a way no one they'd met before or after ever did. How else could they have met?
3. Erik Has A Telepathy Kink
This is basically canon. Let my boy get freaky!
4. Canon Fix-It
All the times Fox fucked it up. There are endless options.
5. Hurt/Comfort
Put them in that Situation. Put them in that Blender. Break them apart and put them back together â€ïžâđ©č
6. Canon Compliant
Draw that missing scene! Gif your favourite cherik moment!
7. Beach Divorce
Make it worse. Make it better. Show it to us exactly how it was. Break it down in a 3,000 word meta. Go wild!
8. Domestics
Sometimes you just want to see them doing normal couple things. Erik put the gun down.
9. Found Family
The real heart of x-men!
10. Time Travel
There are SO many possibilities here. Stick them in a time loop. Give them a chance to change their past.
11. AU
Love a good AU!
12. There Is Only One Bed
Had to get this one in here. What better way to amp up the tension?
13. Genosha
By some miracle, cherik actually did end up together at the end of 2019s trash bag disaster Dark Phoenix. We arenât making a big enough deal about this.
14. Declaration(s) of Love
Who says it first? How do they say it and when? Have they said itâŠwithout saying it?
15. Jealousy
Need I say more.
16. Reunion
These two have absolutely no chill.
17. Soulmates
Classic prompt, had to get this in here too.
18. The DOFP Aircraft
The TENSION here. Break it down for me. How does Charles feel about his injury? How does Erik feel about his injury?
19. Gay Mutant Road Trip
You already know.
20. Body Swap
SO fun when people have superpowers.
21. First Kiss
When? How? Who initiated it?
22. The Mansion
Mansion!content is a genre of its own.
23. Conflicting Ideology
Give me your theses. Whoâs right? Can they ever reconcile completely? Write a fic where it drives them apart.
24. Sebastian Shaw
A trope unto himself.
25. Team As Matchmaker
They had to have known something was going on, didnât they?
26. Cooking
Charles deserves a good meal. Also, imagine Erik using his powers in the kitchen. The sheer domesticityâŠ
27. Hurt No Comfort
Plenty of scope with these two đ„Č
28. Growing Old Together
Giving Sirs Ian Mckellan and Patrick Stewart their props as well!
29. Making Up
*pushes chess board across the table* sorry babe
30. Charles Xavier Did More For Mutants Than You'll Ever Know
Rising to each otherâs defense. Only I can insult this man.
I will be tracking #revivecherik to reblog stuff! Hereâs a fic collection for the same. Letâs get this ball rolling! Please feel free to send me an ask if youâve got anything to say! And most importantly, letâs all have fun đ
*I know a few of you preferred something like a gift exchange because of the commitment factorâIâm super down to organise a tiny one for the handful of us! If this promptathon doesnât flop horribly, we can hopefully do a whole bunch of stuff :)
If you read this post all the way through, please reblog for reach! Thank you! Hoping you participate come April.
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knight in shining armour | elrond
pairing: elrond x elf!reader
word count: 5,5k
summary: where elrond and y/n have to make fatal decisions in war
a/n: i'm having so much fun with writing in this universe i haven't had in a long time (with writing in general) and i think that's beautiful <3 season 2 elrond really did it for me, so i hope you enjoy this flangsty fic. don't forget to reblog and give feedback, it means the world to me âĄ
warnings: angst, violence, mentions of blood, mentions of injuries, miscommunication (kind of), elrond kisses galadriel
universe: the rings of power
You hold your breath once you step into the dimly lit tent, teeming with orcs and their smells. Carefully, you place one foot in front of the other, never taking your eyes off the enemy who is currently watching three elves enter its territory. Amidst all these orcs and darkness, you couldn't stand out less in your polished white armour.
You follow Vorohil who is walking directly behind Elrond, and quickly spot the Father of the Orcs sitting on a makeshift chair that almost resembles a throne. Your gaze doesn't linger on him for long, however, because something or someone else catches your eye. Galadriel is standing right behind him, tied up and leaning against a post. Her eyes widen when your gaze meets and everything in her face screams for you to not be here, to turn around and leave again immediately. But you are here to help her, to free her from the clutches of the enemy, from the claws of evil. And you won't leave without her.
One of the orcs tells Elrond to sit opposite Adar, and he does as he is told with so much confidence you hardly recognize the sweet, curious boy behind the mask. Vorohil positions himself to his left, you stand on his right, ready to step in at any time should something go amiss.
You are more than aware of your situation: right in the mouth of the enemy whose teeth could pierce your flesh any moment, with absolutely no escape. Should this turn out to be a trap and part of Adar's plan, you have stepped right into it. Yet, Elrond insisted on not bringing a weapon of his own. You, on the other hand, have hidden daggers all around your body that you could pull out in the blink of an eye if the situation arises.
Even though all eyes are on Elrond, you still feel uncomfortable. You have never been this close to orcs before without fighting them at the same time.
"The ring you carry. Show it to me", Adar opens the conversation, and you inevitably flinch. Of course he shows interest in the ring. Like all of Middle-earth, it may seem.
"A foolish act if I had brought it here", Elrond answers in a firm voice and appears calm and collected, stoic almost, one arm draped over the armrest.
Adar's expression tells you that he is less than satisfied with this answer. What he doesn't know, however, is that the ring is closer to him than he thinks possible.
Its metal presses cold against the skin between your collarbones, your heart thumping loudly at the mention of it and your mind drifts back to the moment when it was handed to you.
'You shall have it', Elrond tells you, wearing that gentle smile on his lips that always adorns his features when he's around you, that makes your heart beat faster every single time. He places Nenya in your palm and when the light reflects in its beauty, you gasp. This small ring, inconspicuous at first glance but incredibly beautiful, contains a power you can't and don't even want to imagine.
'No, Elrond. I can't', you whisper, afraid that your voice might break. He now clasps your hand with both of his and gently closes your fingers around the piece of jewelry.
'My love. I wouldn't trust anyone else to keep it safe', he tells you with so much confidence and affection in his voice that you can't help but believe his words. The way he stands in front of you, his brown locks falling into his face, his eyes clear and bright, and holds your hand tightly leaves no room for further discussion. He trusts you with this power and you won't fail him.
'You can consider yourself a ring bearer now', he smiles, gently guiding your fist to his mouth to place a light kiss on top of it, his other hand cupping your cheek while doing so. His eyes linger on your lips for a second too long, but before you can say anything, he is summoned to the High King.
"It was Celebrimbor himself who welcomed Sauron in. You cannot save him. You can save Galadriel", Adars voice brings you back to the present. The circumstances you find yourself in make it hard to believe his words. He won't let Galadriel go willingly and Elrond will never give him the ring voluntarily. Since it is in your possession, you don't plan on handing it over either. No matter how much more danger that puts you in.
"It is an earnest offer. I suggest you take it", Adar continues, staring solely at Elrond from across the table, and stands up from his seat. "And leave Sauron to me."
The mention of this name sends a shiver down your spine. A name that describes pure evil. It is obvious from the way Adar says his name that he feels as much hatred towards him as the elves and all other inhabitants of Middle-earth. It makes you a little suspicious, after all, Adar was once a loyal servant of Sauron.
Once more, your gaze slides over to Galadriel when Adar walks around the table. One of the orcs holds his sharp weapon against her throat, a sign to not even think of making a wrong move. It is known that Galadriel was deceived by Sauron, or Halbrand as she used to call him, which is why her face reacts to his name, too.
She whispers something and you try to read her lips, but you don't get a chance when Adar suddenly stands right in front of you, blocking your view. Although he is still talking to Elrond, his full attention is now solely on you.
"You must know you cannot defeat me in battle. I will outmaneuver you, my forces outfight yours, and you will fall", Adar spits out, searching your face for any signs of fear, but you hold your ground and present him with your best death stare in return. But inside of you, it looks much different. Chaos rages within your mind and veins, your heart is beating so fast that it's pounding in your ears and Nenya is pressing painfully against your skin. You send a prayer to the Valar that Adar won't suspect anything, that he can't see behind the mask you've put on. Because you don't know how much longer you can keep it up, especially not under his relentless gaze.
Adar takes another step towards you and you can now feel his breath on your skin. Since he knows that you cannot resist him at the moment, he uses this to his advantage. His eyes search your face, but you cannot say what exactly they are looking for. Whatever it is, he doesn't find it.
"You will fall and all your little elves with you", he says in a calm voice, but his words are filled with hatred. At this, Elrond suddenly raises from his seat as well and positions his body between the two of you, enabling you to finally breathe again, your heartbeat slowing with relief.
"Not before you have painted the sands of the Glanduin black with the blood of your kin", Elrond tells him, briefly looking over to the orc whose blade is still at Galadriel's throat. His hand behind his back indicates that you should remain calm. Some of the orcs around you growl.
"My children have endured cruelties your bravest couldn't bear to hear spoken aloud."
"Are you prepared to spend their lives so freely, Adar?", Elrond confronts him, his words sounding accusatory. "Are they?"
Peaking over Elrond's shoulders, you see a clear shift in Adar's face, in his eyes. Apparently Elrond has struck a nerve with his words, the orcs becoming more and more restless as well.
"The ring for Galadriel's life. What is it to be?", Adar once again presents him with the tough decision, to choose, to pick one and let the other down. Before answering, Elrond closely walks past Adar, drawing his attention away from you and what it is he desires most. From your position, you only see Elrond adjusting his cloak before he casts another glance at Galadriel. Their eye contact lasts almost a moment too long before he then returns his attention to her captor.
"Ask me on the field, when the neck with a blade against it is yours", Elrond tells him, his deep voice making it sound like a threat. The orcs around you begin to seethe and snarl again and all of a sudden you are very aware of the dagger strapped to your shin, hidden beneath the leather of your boots.
"Very well. I will meet you there", Adar replies, his voice carrying a tinge of amusement after he gave him a once-over. And for a moment you think he actually agrees, that this decision can be made without shedding any blood, no matter red or black. That is until he finishes his sentence.
"With her head on a pike."
You want to step in, to say something, anything to help get Galadriel and the ring out of here, but you don't even know what. And you don't want to risk putting Elrond in danger by acting rashly. That is why silence ensues for a moment while Adar and Elrond just stare each other down challengingly, neither of them backing down or even thinking about giving in.
"If that is to be the way of things, I should like to bid her farewell", Elrond finally answers him, causing a gasp to escape your lips as you unintentionally take a step forward. But Vorohil stops you by putting his arm out in front of you, preventing you from doing something you might regret later.
You can't believe what you're hearing, what just left Elrond's mouth. Galadriel, on the other hand, seems just about pleased with this decision, because it means that no one will be harmed because of her. At least no one who is currently present in this tent.
To your surprise, Adar grants him this favour and lets him talk to Galadriel one last time. All eyes are on them, but you can't hear what they say to each other; their voices too quiet. You watch in disbelief, however, as Elrond softly touches her face and suddenly leans in to her, connecting their lips in a gentle kiss.
All of a sudden, you find it difficult to breathe. You distinctly feel your heart breaking in two. The tent feels too small, too cramped, and tears well up in your eyes. No longer able to bear the sight, you lower your gaze, clenching your hands into fists at your sides. Although no one should be looking in your direction at this moment, it does not go unnoticed by Adar. He notices the pain in your eyes and in your entire life you have never felt so at the mercy of the enemy as you do right now.
You thought there was something between you and Elrond, a mutual, deep understanding that connected you. When by his side, you felt safe and loved. Until now you thought he returned that feeling and that there could be something more between the two of you, one day.
Apparently you were wrong.
It may have only been a few seconds, but for you it feels like several agonizing minutes before Elrond and Galadriel separate again. As soon as Elrond turns away from her, your eyes meet and a sharp pain ripples through your body, as if someone had stabbed you directly in the chest. Elrond's eyes are sad, suffering almost, and he looks at you with so much pity that you wish to disappear into thin air.
Elrond blinks a few times before making his way straight out of the tent.
"Vorohil. Y/N", he calls out your names, a silent command to follow him. Your gaze meets Adar's again who is watching you with his head tilted as you leave the tent together. You entered it as one, as a unit, but you leave it shattered.
You follow them out, the sun blinding you, but due to the tears you are still trying to hold back you couldn't see much from the beginning anyway. The orcs swarming around you aren't at all helping with the chaos that are your emotions.
You fall behind the two men. As if you were in a tunnel, you hear Vorohil bombarding Elrond with all sorts of questions in the distance. Questions whose answers are no longer important to you.
When they stop in front of you, you almost crash into them, too busy with all the thoughts swirling around in your head.
Was it all just a lie, a plot? Was he just using you to protect the ring? To have someone to sacrifice?
Your common sense tells you that this simply cannot be true, that Elrond has not been leading you astray and that what you feel for him is reciprocated inside of his heart. But your broken heart painfully beats in your chest and tells you something completely different.
You watch as Elrond mounts his horse and gives Vorohil an order, but the words do not reach your ears. You only see him in front of you, a knight in shining white armour, the sight of whom used to give you so much joy, made your heart beat faster and your cheeks blush. In the tent, you were willing to take a blade for him until the very end, but everything is different now.
Elrond's gaze wanders from Vorohil to you and all the sadness from before has disappeared from his face, replaced by a neutral expression. The expression of a warrior on his way into battle.
"Meantime, I will ensure that Eregion's walls hold for one more night", you finally register his words as he looks straight at you. Without another word, he puts on his helmet and rides away. An unspoken order hangs in the air and you swing yourself onto your own horse. After all, he is still your commander, whom you will always follow into battle, come what may.
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Your legs are shaking, your hands sticky, covered in blood and mud. Your movements are shaped by exhaustion. Nevertheless, your blade sinks into the flesh of another orc who falls to the ground with a gurgling sound. With all your strength, you pull out your sword and stumble back a few steps, your gaze wandering over the battlefield in front of you.
Corpses over corpses scatter the ground. Some brave warriors are still fighting against the few remaining orcs, but there is no way out. You have lost, Eregion has fallen. You are shocked to realize that you have lost so many elves today, friends and strangers alike.
This realization hits you with so much force out of nowhere and you collapse to the ground, onto your knees, and let out a scream filled with pain and sorrow and all of your remaining strength. You fought, side by side, and in the end it was all for nothing. The forces of Adar have taken you by surprise and no one was prepared for the chaos that would ensue. Now you find yourself in the mud, surrounded by the dead, the last sounds of battle wafting towards you, and you feel utterly and completely alone.
You lost sight of Elrond since the troll's attack and Arondir is nowhere to be found either. Just thinking of Elrond gives your wounded heart another stab that cannot be compared to any wound inflicted in battle. Ever.
A tear finally finds its way down your cheek, but you are quick to wipe it away with your dirty hand. You can't show weakness, not even now when you feel incredibly overwhelmed. You don't even know if Elrond is still alive, and you scold yourself for still worrying about the man who took your feelings for granted.
But of course you do, you love him.
You don't know if it's the ring still around your neck or your instinct, but something tells you to look toward the fallen walls of Eregion, to get one last look at the once beautiful city. And there you see him.
Elrond.
Kneeling.
In front of Adar.
Without hesitating for even a split second, you gather all your strength and stand up. You approach them quickly and watch as Elrond attacks Adar with his dagger, but Adar parries his attack by violently grabbing his arm. With a whimper, Elrond drops his weapon. You stand still as Adar's hand closes around Elrond's throat and lifts him above the ground, choking him. The sounds that escape from Elrond's mouth will haunt you in your dreams.
"Where is it?!", Adar shouts at him, losing his composure. Elrond's hands claw at his, trying to somehow prie them away, but to no avail. The battle has left Elrond weakened. Adar, on the other hand, seems to have gained more strength from it. At that moment, Elrond spots you, and even though you only look at each other for a second, Adar immediately notices Elrond's shift of attention. He turns his head in your direction, and if you didn't know better, you'd think surprise flashes across his face. Apparently he didn't expect to ever see you again.
"Let him go", you command, your voice trembling and your sword pointing at him.
"Or what?", Adar asks spitefully, raising an eyebrow. Not knowing how to answer, you look at Elrond again.
"G-Go", he chokes out.
You look at him in shock and immediately shake your head. You would never leave him behind. Adar follows this encounter with interest and with a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth when something dawns on him. The next moment, he pushes Elrond to the ground forcefully who desperately gasps for air.
You want to rush to his side immediately, but Adar draws his own sword and pushes the tip directly against Elrond's throat who is still gasping for air and hasn't even managed to sit up.
You freeze when you see blood.
"So that's how it is, I understand", Adar murmurs loudly, seemingly amused by something. Then, he reaches out his open hand towards you, catching you by surprise.
"The ring. Or he's dead."
Your eyes inevitably widen, but you no longer have the strength to put on a mask and hide your true emotions. And in doing so, you put everyone in danger.
"D-Don't listen t-to him", Elrond stutters, his eyes full of terror when he meets your gaze. He is not afraid of dying. He is afraid that the ring will fall into the wrong hands.
You gave him your promise. When you accepted the ring, you simultaneously promised that you would protect it with your life. And you still stand by that.
But right now, this is not about your life.
"Hurry or your sweet commander will soon find it extremely difficult to breathe", Adar threatens and presses his blade even harder into Elrond's skin, making him whimper in pain.
He can't speak anymore because of the life-threatening weapon at his throat, but his tear-filled eyes scream at you not to give in. But how could you not?
You move your lips and form the words 'I'm sorry', but no sound wants to escape your throat, your vocal cords failing terribly.
Lowering your sword dejectedly, you feel for the silver chain around your neck and eventually pull it over your head. Nenya dangles at the end, catching the sunlight that slowly but surely breaks through the clouds. Your hand trembles as you place the ring in Adar's palm, feeling like a failure.
Not just to yourself, but to your entire kind. And above all, to Elrond.
As soon as Adar has the ring in his possession, he removes his sword from Elrond and lets you approach him. You immediately fall to your knees beside him. Elrond gasps for air and coughs repeatedly, his head thrown back in defeat. You support his head with one of your hands, helping him to sit up.
"Forgive me", you sob quietly, but get no answer from him. He watches silently as you are surrounded by orcs who were just waiting to take you as prisoners.
And the whole time you can only think of one thing: You betrayed them all.
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You were about to set out to help her on your commander's orders. But it was already too late. You only saw a white figure falling down the cliffs. Now you're running through the dense forest, searching the ground, looking for a body. Every inch of your own body hurts, the cuts across your face throbbing painfully, but you have to keep going, keep walking just a bit longer, because she could be lying behind the next tree and you would never forgive yourself if you didn't find her.
Taking a break and catching your breath for a second, you lean against a tree, the battle taking a heavy toll on your body and strength. Suddenly you fleetingly notice a white shimmer to your right and run straight towards it, your ribs hurting. You breathe a sigh of relief and, at the same time, shock when you see Galadriel's motionless body on the ground, her arms stretched out at unnatural angles.
Without wasting any time, you rush to her, lifting her head so that you can gently place it on your lap. Loudly, you call out to the others that you have found her.
Her face is covered in soot and blood, her eyes closed. As you look at her like this, you once again realize how truly beautiful she is, even on the treshold to death. Your thoughts make your heart ache deeply, because how could Elrond not take a liking to her?
"They will be here soon", you whisper encouragingly, although you are not even sure she can hear you and your voice sounds anything but heartening. Your gaze lands on a large wound on her shoulder, the source of black streaks that are running across her armour. Carefully, you lift her armour with shaking hands and recoil in shock, as if you burned yourself, when you see a dark mark carved into her skin.
You don't get the chance to think about it any further, however, when Arondir and the High King finally arrive at your side. You let Gil-galad help Galadriel and take a few steps back, giving them enough space. As you do so, a light catches your eye, coming from under a branch. The relief you feel deep inside when you spot Nenya is overwhelming.
The High King tries healing Galadriel with the help of his ring. In Quenya, he orders her to step back into the light and leave the darkness behind her and her soul. With tears in your eyes, you watch as Galadriel takes heaving breaths, her eyes blinking violently, but she doesn't come back. Every passing second, she leaves the light a little more.
When you hear footsteps, running quickly at first and then slowing down abruptly, you don't have to turn around to know that it is Elrond.
"We're losing her", Arondir says and looks around helplessly. You see as much pain in his eyes as is reflected in yours and Elrondâs.
When you look over at Elrond at last, your heart stops beating for a moment. You thought you had already seen him at his lowest, where things couldn't have gotten any worse, completely devastated, but the way he is looking at Galadriel right now convinces you otherwise. The sadness that adorns his battle-torn but still beautiful features brings even more tears to your eyes.
His heart seems broken, crying for Galadriel.
"The darkness is too powerful. I cannot save her", the High King utters in defeat.
Even though it is only for one short moment, you hesitate. You hesitate to give the ring to Elrond, afraid of what might happen then, that your heart will crumble into even more fragile pieces.
"You can", you hear your own voice from afar and give Elrond the ring that you lost earlier. Elrond's eyes suddenly become clearer, brighter as he takes it, feeling it in his palm. But his eyes tell you that he is afraid, too. Afraid that he may not be able to save her. He fears he might lose her.
Gathering all your remaining strength, you force an encouraging smile onto your face, nodding and indicating that he should go to her. Elrond doesn't return your smile, he still looks at you with so much suffering in his eyes, but his facial features are more at ease now as he nods back at you. His way of thanking you.
"We can", he states, to convince himself once again before he puts on the ring.
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You stare at your own reflection, which looks up at you from the quiet water of the river. You dip your fingertips into the water, the waves that result distorting your face. The wounds that covered your face have been cleaned and treated, only slight cuts still visible. There is nothing to do but rest and reflect while everyone waits for Galadriel to awaken.
You are not startled when you suddenly see another reflection, a face above your own, for you have heard him coming.
"Galadriel has awakend", Elrond lets you know and elicits nothing more than a nod from you. "She is up and well."
"I'm glad", you reply and see his brow frowning, his eyes growing sadder in the reflection of his face in the water. Which surprises you in all honesty, because he should be filled with happiness right now. You may have lost the rings for men and many of your elven friends have fallen, but in the end you are alive and safe. Galadriel is safe.
In fact, you admit that you feel relief that she seems to be doing well, but it somehow still hurts just thinking about the kiss they shared.
"May I.. May I have a moment of your time?", Elrond asks you now, after a few seconds of silence, filled only by the chirping of birds and the rustling of the trees around you. This place is truly a sanctuary.
His voice sounds so fragile that you can't help but raise up and turn to him, folding your hands in front of your lower body.
"I bestowed the ring upon you as a token of my faith in you", Elrond explains and you notice from the small wrinkles on his forehead that he is having difficulty finding the right words.
Meanwhile, you just want to leave. You can't listen to him express his disappointment about your actions. After everything that has happened, you're just not strong enough anymore. Your heart is not strong enough.
"I entrusted you with it because I didn't trust myself", he continues, looking into your eyes, but you avert them and focus on the grass on the ground. "Because I knew that, if the situation occurred, I would have acted the same way you did."
A look of surprise crosses your face as you lift your gaze and meet his glistening eyes.
"If the roles had been reversed, I would have given up the ring, too. For your life", Elrond states, his eyes solely focused on yours. "Because when it concerns you, I'm simply too weak. You are my weakness. By giving Nenya to you I thought I could prevent myself from losing it. Instead, I placed the burden upon you."
Your heart beats loudly in your ears, not quite understanding what he is saying.
"But Galadriel-"
"What you saw.. It was a distraction. Galadriel is merely a good friend, whom I love differently", Elrond explains and his voice tells you how sorry he is. "I gave her the pin off my shoulder piece to give her a chance to escape. I couldn't guarantee that it would work, but I took the risk. And I was willing to hurt you by doing so."
He carefully reaches for your hand and you let him take it, continuing to stare at him with glassy eyes as he speaks, your throat dry.
"I am deeply sorry for any pain my actions have inflicted upon you", he apologizes sincerely and lowers his head in regret, some of his brown curls falling into his face. "I couldn't even look at you after that because I could see exactly how badly I had hurt you."
"E-Elrond..", you get out, but you don't even know how to continue or what to say to him. Your emotions are all over the place because you have wanted to hear these words from him for so long, but on the other hand you feel sad because he suffered as well. And if there is one thing you hate more than anything else, it is seeing those you love hurt.
"Another weakness on my part was not telling you about my true feelings earlier. It was unfair since you have always given me nothing but sincerity and affection. My love, I hope you can forgive me and overlook my weaknesses", he says, his voice getting quieter and more humble towards the end, his hand squeezing yours tightly as if you could run away at any moment. What he doesn't know, however, is that with every word he is mending your heart a little bit more.
"I remain hopeful that you will return my love, despite what happened."
He stands before you, probably barely able to stand after days of constant fighting, and pours his heart out to you. He is still in his armour, his face scarred by battle. And you can't help but admire him for it.
Because what he is doing right now is braver than anything he has ever done before.
Without saying a word, you finally pull him towards you and wrap your arms around his neck tightly, his armour pressing against your chest. At first, Elrond didn't expect such a reaction, which is why it takes him a moment until his muscles relax, the burden falling from his shoulders, and his arms sneak around your waist.
"Sometimes I really hate you, Elrond Peredhel", you say against his neck before pulling away from him, hitting his chest plate once to get your point across. Laughing, he takes a step back and protects himself with his arms in front of his chest. You laugh too, but only for a moment until Elrond's smile disappears again as he looks at you.
"Your beauty is truly captivating", he smiles softly and slowly steps closer so that your bodies almost touch. His hand reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind your pointed ear as he looks back and forth between your eyes, his fingertip gently running over your skin from your ear to your chin. His touch leaves a trail of warmth. A smile twitches at the corner of your mouth and your gaze wanders to his lips.
The world stands still for a moment, all the events of the last few hours forgotten, banished from your thoughts to enjoy this one moment.
When Elrond's lips gently connect with yours, your patched up heart feels like it's about to jump out of your chest. Elrond's hand on your chin pulls you even closer to him, but he does it in such a gentle way that your cheeks turn red. One of your hands searches for support on his armor because your knees feel like they are about to give in. But you know that Elrond would be there to catch you. Your knight in shining armour.
You never want to stop kissing him. How many times have you dreamed of this moment, imagined what it would be like. All your expectations are being exceeded right now.
When Elrond pulls away from you so you can both catch your breath, he leans his forehead against yours gently. You immediately miss the feeling of his lips on yours.
"My love", Elrond whispers against your skin, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. His cheeks took on a shade of red after the kiss and you are certain that his heart is beating against his armour just as fast as yours. Gently, you cup his heated cheek and run your finger over his skin, being careful not to touch any of his wounds. Then you can't stand it any longer, pull him even closer to you and kiss him again, which elicits a surprised gasp from him. Both of you smile into the kiss as he leans in even more.
If it were up to you, this moment would last forever - just you and Elrond and your love for each other. But you know that this is just wishful thinking, that you have tasks to complete, duties to fulfill. After this moment, the world will continue spinning, wars and battles will be fought, history will be written, but now you know that whatever happens, Elrond is by your side. For eternity.
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woo's prelude: a clown's remedy to heal a broken heart (JWY x reader).
part of the love's an uncharted path universe â
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SUMMARY:
A drunk and kind of akward conversation inside of a closet is the start of Wooyoung's journey into healing his broken heart. Only he doesn't really know the name of the Scarlet Witch that helped mend a heart that wasn't supposed to break anymore, even if she starts plaguing his thoughts and dreams after that.
PAIRING: wooyoung x fem!reader.
GENRE: halloween hookup to [redacted] (we'll get to that when we need to).
WORD COUNT: 11.9k
WARNINGS: SMUT ✠(MINORS DNI) attempt !!! at comedy, drinking and drunk behavior, mature language, insults, woo getting his heart broken by his ex girfriend even though they're friends and they haven't been romantically involved in YEARS my god he's a dummy, reader getting her heart broken too, some self worth issues, frat bros being stupid and getting drinks throw at them for stepping over the line, howl!wooyoung (not for people with weak hearts and strong imaginations), making out, biting, description of female anatomy, sweet dirty talk and praising , fingering, semi-public (they're at a party, does that count?) and protected sex (wrap it up please), switching them positions for him, masturbation, hook up talk and the start of something new that we won't see for now but soon!
NOTES: hi everyone! decided to do a halloween drop on halloween day because spooky season is not over until i get this story out of my system it seems! this story is PART OF THE LOVE'S AN UNCHARTED PATH / SHOW & TELL UNIVERSE but can be read as a stand alone finally yay! THIS A PRELUDE TO WOO'S STORY, a little taste of what's to come for him and his boo (see what i did there?). this took place BEFORE we can't be friends (san's story) and will be placed accordingly on the masterlist to clear any future confusion. there's mentions of the characters that show up in wcbf so if u want to better understand the dynamics, you can read that but it's def not needed!
this is 100% self indulgent, as all fics should be, and i think i've re-read it so many times that if you find a typo or something that just doesn't make sense, you can blame it on english not being my first language i guess lmao. i hope you enjoy it and if you do feel free to send to my askbox/reblog/type in any feedback or thoughts! <3
POSTED: october 31st 2024 at midnight!
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There's a particular way one too many tequilas can make a room spin that Wooyoung absolutely adores.Â
When it happens, he lets himself catch the world swirling around him before closing his eyes and praying for a little bit of lucidity to come to him so he can get his drunk ass home safely.Â
As he opens his eyes, his face scrunches at what he sees: San, dressed as Gomez Addams, waving a hand in front of him. It takes him a little to remember where he is.Â
It's a bit extra confusing with all the costumes and strangers and the music blasting through the speakers but when it finally clicks, he's grateful that he's not completely gone yet.Â
âAre you good?â He can faintly hear San ask over the music, Sanâs girlfriend by his side dressed as Morticia, eyeing him with a quirked brow.Â
Why is San with her? He will never, ever get it.Â
Kyungmi is not really right for him. It's been a few months already since they made it official and Wooyoung can just tell. He always tells. He's not as oblivious as everyone paints him to be.Â
There's one girl who's right for San but, in all honesty, Wooyoung is too tired to fight him on it.Â
San always shoots back with a comment about him and Gyuri, his ex girlfriend (now best friend) and it always brings his mood down for some stupid reason.Â
He's oblivious to why that happens. By choice, of course, but oblivious nonetheless.Â
He prefers it that way.Â
Wooyoung would nod, but he knows it's dangerous to do so âJust peachy.âÂ
âWhy don't youââ San starts but he interrupts.Â
âSome air and water,â he smiles, taking the water bottle from his friendâs hand âWaaaay ahead of you, babe.âÂ
Kyungmi rolls her eyes âQuit calling my boyfriend babe, dude.âÂ
San laughs, Kyungmi does not.Â
âDonât be jealous because he loves me more than you,â sticking his tongue out, he stumbles his way around them both âI'll be back.âÂ
He focuses on putting one foot in front of the other until he reaches a very big window. It's larger than usual.Â
Oh.Â
It has a door. A door that slides!Â
It's a balcony. Amazing, just what he needs: To be a safety hazard and a possible traumatic experience for everyone at the party.Â
He should probably turn back around before he's accidentally leaping over the edge but then he sees it.Â
He sees her.
Corpse bride. Her blue makeup being wiped off by somebody's tongue in a secluded corner of the backyard of this stupid frat house the friend group ended up for the night.Â
Gyuri is kissing someone.Â
His chest tightens, his mouth drops slightly and his heart thumps hard enough for him to feel it on his throat.Â
Why is she doing that?Â
She's wearing matching costumes with him. She carefully picked them out, she ordered everything a month and a half ago and now she's kissing some⊠Some⊠Attempt at a Superman costume.Â
Which is pretty fucking hilarious because how do you fuck up a Superman costume?Â
But Wooyoung is not laughing. He's hurting, he's fucking pissed and, at the same time, he can't pull his eyes away from her. From them.Â
Is feeling this pathetic something that would fit VĂctor?
Vector?Â
Whatever his name is?Â
He's never seen the Corpse Bride, so he doesn't remember the name of the dude he's dressed up as. He just knows he wants to wipe the pale complexion Gyuri painted on him off.Â
Off. Off. Off. Out. He needs to leave.Â
But he ends up going back inside and downing another shot before he can really think about it, giggling to San and pretending nothing happened because who the fuck is he to Gyuri to get upset over it?Â
Her ex, sure. But that happened a long time ago, so it doesn't count anymore.Â
So it doesn't really matter. Nothing really matters when he finds Yeosang (dressed as the Phantom of the Opera) and drags him to the dance floor for what it feels like forever.
And then, one thing leads to the other and he's sitting on the floor, in a circle of people he doesn't even know, playing spin the bottle.Â
Or is it seven minutes in heaven? A vampire and a fairy kissed in front of him half a second ago, but Zuko and the creepy doll from that one netflix show got up and into a closet like⊠six minutes ago.Â
He didn't really pay attention to the rules.Â
Oh, well, he's about to find out anyway!Â
Fingers grasping the soju bottle in the middle of the circle, he carefully inspects the faces of everyone sitting there, expectantly looking at him.Â
His vision is a little blurry but he wants to pick whoever strokes his fancy the most to try and get rid of the funny feeling he gets when he sees Gyuri walk right in front of him and head for the drink table.Â
He decides quickly that, as long as it makes him forget the image of that dude's tongue down the mouth of the love of his life, he's good.Â
So he spins the bottle. It spins and it spins and it spins and everyone leans forward in anticipation until it stops in front of someone.Â
There's someone on his left that audibly gasps and Wooyoung looks at them before his eyes focus on the person he has to⊠Kiss? Get in a closet with?Â
What does he need to do?Â
âYou can skip her if you like,â some dude with red paint dripping down his forehead and cargo shorts tells him. He's not even sitting down in the circle but lying on the couch closest to it âShe's in a bad mood.âÂ
Thatâs when the Scarlet Witch that the bottle landed on rolls her eyes and gets up.Â
Wooyoung thinks he's about to lose his turn and wait for the next round or until the bottle lands on him when she offers him her gloved up hand.Â
He gets up. He's a little bit more sober now, alert as he plants his feet on the carpet again just to not make a fool of himself, throwing a glance at Gyuri just to find out she's not actually looking at him at all.
The pang on his chest comes back.Â
âDon't throw a drink on him just for trying to kiss you too, sweetheart, that's what the game is all about,â the same dude from before tells her as they both pass by the couch and head for the space Zuko and the doll who, he assumes, just got done with their seven minutes was occupying âDonât say I didn't warn ya, Wooyoung!âÂ
Who is this obnoxious motherfucker and why does he know his name?Â
It takes two and a half hazy steps until the darkness of the small space engulfs him and Scarlet Witch.Â
It's one of those long closets with narrow walls that leave absolutely no space to move around when you actually need to put something away, but it's a perfect nook to make out.Â
He would know, he's been in this situation many times.Â
He lets go of the stranger's hand, only because she turns away from him and then she huffs once the door closes. Wooyoung hears a thump against the wood of it, so he assumes she hit it with her fist or her boot.Â
âFucking asshole.â She mutters under her breath but he hears it.Â
It dawns on him that the reason he sat down to potentially kiss strangers that night was to be seen.Â
Wooyoung wanted people to see him so they knew he was completely fine and, as soon as Gyuri walked into the room, his motivation was for her to see him doing completely fine.Â
Cool. He's cool. He's one of the actual cool guys at the university, he's been told so before.Â
He also wanted her to feel a little bit jealous but now, eyes closed for a few seconds to try and regain composure after whatever just happened, he realizes that she probably wouldn't even care.
So this whole thing is useless anyway. Only now he gets to meet (kiss?) someone dressed as one of his favorite characters of the decade.Â
There, as his eyes adjust to the minimum light that's filtering under the door, he realizes his mistake: he said nothing to defend her.Â
In his defense, his drunk brain processes the information a little too late. And, in her defense, Scarlet Witch seemed like she didn't really care what the asshole said in the first place.Â
Now he notices that's not true.Â
It's hard to make out her figure but he hears another soft thump and when he turns his head to the right angle, he's able to make out that she just leaned against the door.Â
He opens his mouth to apologize, he thinks, but she beats him to it.Â
âWe don't have to kiss or⊠fuck or whatever people do with their seven minutes.â
âWow,â he laughs, his back finding a wall and almost knocking something placed on a tiny shelf next to his arm âI promise I wasn't expecting you toââÂ
âYeah, yeah, save it,â she lets out a breath. âIf you want to tell them that we kissed, that's fine by me. I know how your frat bros behave when you don't do what you're supposed to.â
âThey're not my frat bros. In fact, they are not even my bros,â he frowns, and slides against the wall because his legs are threatening to give in. He's suddenly very, very exhausted âI don't know them.âÂ
âIsnât your name Wooyoung?âÂ
âY-yes?âÂ
âThen you know them,â she shoots back, matter-of-factly âAnd I'm not interested in kissing any of your kind tonight.âÂ
âMy kind?âÂ
âMen,â she clarifies and Wooyoung can feel her smile in her next words âAlthough frat bros are a different kind of species altogether.âÂ
âI'm not a frat bro!âÂ
It takes a second and his honest frustration but she laughs âSure.âÂ
In the dark, with his ego bruised and his heart crushed, Wooyoung thinks it's a pretty laugh.Â
He thinks it's even prettier when he hears a little ruffling and then her body heat invades his space, kind of. She just sat beside him, thigh against his and perfume reaching his nostrils. It's a mix of something sweet and something citrusy.Â
It's really nice.
He gulps before asking âW-what was that about?â and then points to the door like she can see him.Â
âHe's in one of my classes. He thought he could kiss me and when I said no, because fucking look at the state of him, he tried to kiss me anyway,â she says all chirpy but Wooyoung picks up on the sarcastic tone and let's out a soft ew at the story âI preventively threw my drink on him because I got a little freaked out and now I'm sober and pissed off. I think he's a little upset about me thinking he was about to take advantage of me.âÂ
He grimaces âYou can't never be too sure, though.âÂ
She hums and then sighs a: âI know.âÂ
âI don't even know his name but he does sound like a fucking asshole.âÂ
âWhy does he know you?âÂ
Wooyoung shrugs and he's a little glad it's dark. He's not exactly smiling, his playful nature not coming out at the moment. âI'm a pretty popular guy.âÂ
âI don't know you.âÂ
âWell, I don't know you either, so we're even,â he shrugs again and it's kind of hypocritical because, to be fair, he didn't get a good look at her face at all âI just know you s-smell nice.â He murmurs, tripping on his words like a babbling drunk idiot.Â
Maybe because that's what he is right now.
âThanks⊠I guess.â She sounds weirded out by that but he's not sober enough to care.Â
âYou're so welcome.âÂ
There's silence in which Wooyoung does nothing but try to find her in the dark. He eventually does, given the fact that the light from under the door casts a little on her face now that she's sitting down.
He doesn't recognize her, which is odd. Wooyoung knows almost everyone. At least her voice would ring a bell but there's absolutely no frivolous memories with this girl and he kind of likes it that way.Â
If she doesn't know him, she doesn't know about Gyuri. That's a plus because there's no reason for her to be walking on eggshells around him like every other student at the university who finds him attractive.Â
There's another beat of silence between them both, music blasting outside and making the floor slightly thrum underneath him.Â
He's not usually this quiet. When he doesn't feel like crying, he's usually very annoyingly outspoken. Mind glowing in red alert, he practically stumbles his words out to fix that.Â
âI like your costume.âÂ
âYou do? People didn't get it.âÂ
âThat's because they care more about Captain America than Wanda Maximoff,â he scoffs. âItâs the Multiverse of Madness one, hm?âÂ
âWandavision post-credit scene,â she whispers back and Wooyoung nods, encouraging her to go on even if she can't see him. He thinks she's about to maybe rant about the show or the character or the party or anything that can help him forget, but she does the opposite âI, uhm⊠Also like your costume.âÂ
There's a tint of shyness in her voice, like she's not used to being nice.Â
âVictor, right?â
âI've never seen the movie.â He makes sure to clarify before she asks him about it.Â
âYou don't really have to see the movie to know the character, Wooyoung,â he feels when her head hits the wall slightly, on purpose maybe âI don't like him anyway.âÂ
âThen why did you say you liked my costume?âÂ
âI lied. It's called trying to keep the conversation going,â her explanation makes no sense to him in that state of inebriation, but he lets it go âI don't exactly know what to talk about when I drag someone into a closet.âÂ
Wooyoung pauses and then laughs to himself âWe were not exactly supposed to talk in the first place. Have you never done this before?âÂ
âNo. I don't usually go to frat parties,â she says after a second where Wooyoung was met with silence, a moment where he wondered if his question was out of line âComing here tonight was a mistake.âÂ
He finds himself asking without thinking, again âThen why did you?â Â
âI'm so bored.âÂ
That takes him by surprise.Â
âBored?âÂ
âYes, I'm bored. My dorm room mattress has a hole in it because I never go out and⊠Well, there's a boy I liked that came here tonight, so, I came as well.âÂ
Liked?Â
Wooyoung doesn't really ask her about it.Â
Eyebrows practically touching his scalp, Wooyoung thinks for a split second she's talking about him but that's not really possible because they've never met until now, she said it herself.Â
âWell did you find him?âÂ
She takes in a shaky breath and then lets it out. Sadness suddenly fills the constricted space and Wooyoung isn't sure if it's just him or if Scarlet Witch is going through a heartbreak as well.Â
âYeah, I didâ she whispers back and doesn't elaborate, so he doesn't ask âThere's a bride going around the party. I saw her, she looks really cool, maybe you couldââÂ
âShe's my best friend,â he interrupts because the mention of Gyuri, so directly at that, has his heart racing with anxiety. So long for her not knowing about his ex girlfriend âWe, uh⊠We dated in highschool and we stayed friends, so it's not really happening again.âÂ
âOh⊠Do you want it to happen again?âÂ
âW-what?âÂ
âI mean,â she laughs a little awkwardly, like she's nervous âYou sounded very sad when you said it, a little angry too.âÂ
âDid I?âÂ
He definitely didn't mean to sound like that at all.Â
Scarlet Witch hums in agreement and he really thinks about what to answer. The short answer is a simple yes but, if he's being honest, he already knows that they're not good for each other. Not like that, anyway.Â
âI don't really know what to tell you.âÂ
âYou don't have to tell me anything,â she says right away and it calms his nerves a bit. âJust know that there's no real helping when you like someone, it doesn't matter if you thought you didn't like them anymore. It just happens. It sucks but it just happens.âÂ
The unsolicited advice doesn't really help him, if he's being honest. It stirs something inside him that he wants to keep hidden, concealed, so he turns the topic of conversation away from him.Â
Away from Gyuri.Â
âSpeaking from experience?â He asks, half jokingly.
âYeah, so I can confidently say that it fucking sucks.âÂ
She turns to him with a smile (he's hyper focused on her, there's no way he could've missed that) before laughing and a tiny force lifts up the corners of his lips. That's one pretty laugh.
Maybe, in an universe where was a little bit more sober, he could've actually spent these seven minutes kissing her.Â
Kissing her.Â
He wants to kiss her. That's going to take his mind off Gyuri, sure.Â
His heart beats quicker this time, for a completely different reason.Â
He leans in.Â
He's going to kiss her.Â
She clears her throat âAre you going to the party next saturday?âÂ
Huh?Â
Oh.Â
âYes, I think so,â he's a little breathless and probably blushing because of what he was about to do âWhy?âÂ
After the night he had, he thought he was going to struggle to even bring out this sort of excitement out of himself. When Scarlet Witch raises her gloved hand and brings it to the nape of his neck, he wonders if she actually has magical powers.Â
It effectively distracts him, it sobers him up and makes him feel drunker at the same time. Short nails caress the skin where her fingers lay and then she grasps the strands of hair sticking out, not gelled down for the sake of his costume.Â
âIs this real?âÂ
What does she mean? This feeling taking over his body? The heat that spreads all around? He's not sure if it is, if that's what she's asking.Â
Hia mouth feels like cotton when he asks âIs what real?âÂ
She laughs softly again âThe hair, the length.âÂ
Oh.Â
âYes, it is.âÂ
Maybe he should've taken his time in answering because, as soon as he does, her touch leaves him.Â
âYou should go as Howl,â she murmurs and he melts a little âIt'll suit you better than a Tim Burton character, I think.âÂ
He laughs, it's short lived and through the cloud he feels he's on right now âYou think?âÂ
âYeah,â he can't see her, but he knows she's nodding âEven if you claim that you're not a frat bro. You know, the whole seducing ladies and stuff.âÂ
Wooyoung laughs âHowl did not seduce any ladies, it was all a rumor!âÂ
âHe did, in the book.âÂ
âOh, I don't read.âÂ
âSee?â she clicks her tongue and then her shoulder touches his, teasingly âTotal frat bro.âÂ
Wooyoung thinks about it again.Â
Kissing her. Now out of pure want instead of selfish motivations.Â
She said she didn't want to, earlier, if he recalls correctly and that's okay.Â
He still wants to though, soâŠÂ
The question is on the tip of his tongue, he even thinks he makes out the start of it before it's cut off by the sound of the door opening.Â
Closing his eyes at the sudden intrusion of light, it takes a few seconds for them to adjust to it and, when they do, he finally sees her face.Â
He should've kissed her.Â
The costume she's wearing it's cool, sure, and she's even wearing a wig that looks very expensive so he confirms the fact that she likes to dress up sometimes but that's not really what amazes him.Â
Maybe it's because he sort of already formed a judgment of her character but she's beautiful and he really, really, really, should've kissed her.Â
âTime's up, you're hogging the closet. Oh, and someone is looking for you,â the girl dressed up as Zuko points in his direction and then, because neither of them makes an effort to stand up, she nods and steps aside âI'll give y'all a minute.âÂ
Scarlet Witch laughs and Wooyoung wishes he could share the sentiment. At this point, he thought he would be done with a makeout session and in desperate need for another drink to keep the night going.Â
Now, he wants nothing but take her hand in his and find a quiet spot where he can keep getting to know her. Maybe get her number.Â
And he swears he's going to ask, but the universe is not in his favor. When she turns to him, he loses all ability to speak and when she leans in to peck his cheek his breath hitches and he feels like a teenager getting a crush for the first time.Â
âIn case you need to tell anyone I kissed you,â she whispers in secrecy, leaning back a bit âSo you don't have to lie. I hate liars.âÂ
He gulps âNoted.âÂ
She doesn't even give him the opportunity to escort her out of tiny space: she gets up, bolts for the door and when Wooyoung's brain catches on to the gigantic problem of his own creation, as he gets out of the closet and looks around for her, she's already out of his sight.Â
âAre you good?âÂ
It's the second time tonight San has asked that. It's not annoying by any means but when it comes with the concerned faces of Yeosang, Kyungmi and Gyuri he has to think his response through.
But the Scarlet Witch's words echo in his mind.Â
I don't like liars.Â
âNo, I'm not,â he says, a little out of breath âI didn't get her name.âÂ
This time, the entire crew joins him, Gyuri, Kyungmi and Yeosang to go to the party.Â
He wishes his other best friend came along as well, but she's really not that fond of parties in general.Â
Which sucks because she would look good in a costume and maybe that would prompt San to act on his feelings and break up with Kyungmi in the process.Â
She was a pain in his ass tonight. Didn't really help his nerves at all.Â
Yes, he's nervous about possibly seeing Scarlet Witch again.Â
Yes, he thought about her all week and tried his best to find her on social media but couldn't.Â
Yes, he's aware tonight's theme for the party is a mix of a masquerade and a normal costume party or whatever the sorority organizing it said in their invite.Â
And yes, he's dressed up as Howl Pendragon, wearing a black and white mask that he borrowed from one of the girls in the group. They decorated it with little gold and pink stars and it looks cute on him but that's not the point!Â
Masks complicate his quest for the night.Â
He hopes that she's here tonight. He also hopes that the costume alone is enough for her to recognize him: There's a lot of people here tonight.Â
Even waiting in line to pay the cover fee for the party felt stuffy.Â
He turns to Gyuri and she's laughing at something her date for the night is telling her. That's right, for the first time in many, many years, Wooyoung is not her date.Â
Superman is. He's dressed in the same costume he saw him in last weekend, he thinks he even sees as smudge of Gyuriâs corpse bride body paint on it.Â
She's Wonder Woman for the night. So original.Â
Wooyoung feels bad as soon as the bitter thoughts go through his head. He didn't even know they exchanged numbers, let alone kept chatting to coordinate their costumes for tonight's party.Â
He found out when she told her that the Raven and Beast Boy costumes would have to wait until next year.Â
And he, actually, was relieved that he didn't have to paint his face green for God knows how many hours just to keep losing his date in the crowd and finding her kissing someone else.Â
Ugh.Â
Bitter. He's as bitter and jealous as someone who has to see the love of his life not give a damn about them or their feelings can be.
But that's okay, he has other plans for the night anyway.Â
As soon as they all get through security (there's security at a house party, what the hell), they all scatter to do what they do best at parties.Â
Hongjoong and Seonghwa head for the drink table, Yeosang and Jongho head for a corner of the main room, San, Kyungmi, Gyuri and Superman go straight to the backyard and Mingi, his girlfriend and Yunho walk with him to the dancefloor.Â
He dances with his friends, he pretends he's paying attention to their banter as his eyes scan the crowd looking for someone familiar behind a mask.Â
He thinks he remembers her face very well, it stayed on his mind for a whole week but, even after dreaming about their conversation, Wooyoung is having a hard time in finding her.Â
She didn't even tell him what she was going to dress up as or if she was even going to show up.Â
Or did she?Â
His memories are all blended together. He's going to make sure to be sober tonight, just for the sake of remembering every little detail if he does end up finding her.Â
But the hours go by and he still can't find her.Â
He's losing hope, he's beginning to believe she didn't even show up to the event which, hey, sucks but that means that he can finally get her out of her head.Â
Sort of.Â
There's a Scarlet Witch staring at him. But there's this alluring nature to his Scarlet Witch that can't be replicated, or so he thinks.Â
He's about to convince himself he drunk dreamed the entire thing but then he sees him.Â
The obnoxious motherfucker. Her classmate, mister can't-take-no-for-an-answer.Â
In all honesty, the first thought that crosses his mind is to punch him in the face. He's still dressed up all frat bro-ish and his mask is a paper mask, completely diy-ed and with a dick drawn on the right side.Â
And then he abandons the thought because, although an asshole, he can lead go finding his Scarlet Witch.Â
Only issue is: Mister asshole is walking away with a girl on his arm and heading straight to a⊠room? bathroom?Â
Stopping his movements, mid a Troye Sivan song and cutting Yunho off in whatever he's telling him, he let's out a loud âFuck!âÂ
Yunho stops, Mingi and his girlfriend turn slowly to them with wide eyes and concerned expressionsÂ
âWhat did you do to him?â Mingi asks Yunho and his best friend laughs nervously.Â
âI didn't do anything! Did I do something?â he turns to Wooyoung âI didn't, did I?âÂ
âNo, no. Sorry, I⊠I gotta go.âÂ
âGo where, Serena Van der Woodsen?âÂ
Wooyoung doesn't get the reference Mingiâs girlfriend makes but he laughs like he does âI'll be right back!âÂ
He's never been so determined before, moving through the crowd like his life depends on it and crashing into Batman and his Joker on the way to stop the guy who's potentially changing the course of his night.Â
âHey!â He yells behind him but the music is somehow louder on this side of the house and five people turn their heads, but not the guy pushing a Silent Hill nurse into the bathroom door to kiss her before opening it.Â
Damn it.Â
He runs faster and faster and he thinks he's going to miss his chance when the tip of his boot catches the door before it fully closes on his face.Â
Breathing hard, his lips turn up in smirk when he catches the way the guy's face scrunches in confusion before opening the door again and looking at him.
Wooyoung takes it a step further and gets into the bathroom with them, closing the door behind him and lifting up his mask.
âWhat the fuck, Wooyoung?âÂ
âHey, so sorry for interrupting your fifth makeout sesh for the night but I need to ask you something. Hi.â He says to the nurse and she smiles a little before turning to the Frat Bro and raising her eyebrow inquisitively.Â
âAnd it couldn't wait?!âÂ
âNo,â he says right away, smiling sardonically and getting straight to the point afterwards. âSo, remember the Scarlet Witch that I ended up going to the closet with last week?âÂ
âWho?âÂ
Wooyoung is going to kill him.
âThe girl who threw a drink on you last week for trying to kiss her even if she said no the first time you tried,â he reminds him, âIs she here?âÂ
âY/N?â the name comes out in a whisper and Wooyoung sucks in a sharp breath.Â
Y/N.Â
It fits her.Â
âYour classmate, yes.â
âUhm, yeah, I think she's here,â he looks a little embarrassed at the recalling of the events of last week and Wooyoung wants to smile because of it, but he just looks at him with an insistent look so he can catch that he needs more than that to find her. To find you âLook, bro, I don't know where she is right now. I think she's dressed as a⊠Clown? A jester? Some weird, indie costume, uhm⊠She has a pointy black birthday hat? I don't know.âÂ
He's slurring his words but that's not enough for Wooyoung to feel bad for him. He, however, does not want to speak with him anymore.Â
âAlright, thank you for that, I'll⊠Leave you to it,â he opens the door again and frat idiot scoffs, so he turns and looks directly at the Silent Hill Nurse âPlease make him wear a condom.â And he can tell she's a little turned off with the whole conversation.Â
So, as he closes the bathroom door and scans the crowd one more hopeful time, he counts that as a second victory. A little revenge on your name, even.Â
He wanders the house, the hallways and rooms and little hideaway spots but he finds no sign of you in them so he heads for the backyard and looks up to the second floor.Â
The first room is presumably empty, lights turned off and no activity in it the few seconds he observes it.Â
The second room has an ambiance light turned on and he sees what looks like a Mad Hatter run across the window and then he hears something crashing, so he hopes that's not where you are.Â
The third room has a balcony. It's dark, there's not one light lit in the entire room but there's neon lights in the backyard and streetlights and the moon casting perfectly on it, so he's able to see it perfectly from where he stands.Â
And there, draped in some sort of vintage looking clown costume, wearing striped tights and a black and white pointy hat, mask in your hand and your forearms supporting your weight, you stare past him.Â
You look sad, but it could also be the illusion the makeup you put on gives.Â
He doesn't know you enough to know what your sad expression looks like and it bothers him a little.Â
You also don't notice him at all, which is odd, because you're staring directly over his shoulder. You only blink fast and focus on his face once someone calls out:Â
âWoo!â That's Gyuri's voice. Raising your head, you wave to him and smile a little. He smiles back.Â
He has to literally force himself to peel his eyes from you and look behind him, at his best friend âAre you okay? Come hang out with us!âÂ
She looks so happy. A little drunk, but happy. San is also right beside her and he shoots him a knowing smirk that he ignores because he has to leave and speak to you.Â
âI'm a little busy, Yuri. I'll be down in just a sec,â that's a lie but she nods happily and so he turns to you, your smile a little bigger now âDon't move.â He warns cheekily in a whisper and you seem to get it, because you smile wide, raise your arms defensively and open your, once again, gloved hands in defeat.Â
He practically sprints to the second floor after that.Â
You hope Wooyoung didn't notice.Â
Staring daggers at the girl he told you last time is his best friend? Yeah, that could turn into a fight really fast if he reproaches it.Â
You don't remember her name but you do remember her kissing the guy you've liked since forever. She's been doing that all night tonight, too.Â
It pisses you off for all the wrong reasons. Sure, she's not exactly at fault, but the human mind is horrid when it comes to mental self flagellation and you, unfortunately, are an expert at that.Â
All kinds of things went through your head. The main one, a question: Why do you feel so possessive over something that clearly isn't yours?Â
His heart.Â
His heart it's not yours, it never was, it never will be.
It's time you come to the realization that that's okay even if it hurts you. The obsession you have over it, over what happened with the two of you it's starting to get pathetic and it makes you feel lonelier than usual.
You really hope Wooyoung didn't notice.Â
As you walk to the door and unlock the room you claimed for the night (because you want to leave, but the cover was expensive and there's no way you're letting it go to waste) you let yourself detach from the emotions you've been feeling all night.Â
Wooyoung doesn't need to know what's going on in your head. You have a good memory of him, you even filtered a little last weekend and you want to keep that going.Â
He doesn't need to know, he doesn't need to stay in your life for too long either.
It makes you giggle when he opens the door and scans the moonlit room of this sorority house like he doesn't really believe you were there in the first place. He smiles wide when his eyes land on you, back against the wall closest to the door.Â
âHey.â You say, biting down a smile.
His chest is heaving, like he ran all the way up here and it does nothing but send nervous tingles down your spine.
He smiles beautifully, entering the room and closing the door behind him âHi.âÂ
Peeling your back from the wall, you start walking around the room because that keeps your body busy and unable to embarrass you.Â
âThought I missed you completely tonight, Y/N.âÂ
Frowning, you give him a glance over your shoulder âYou know my name.â You say, rather than ask.Â
âYou didn't want me to?âÂ
Shaking your head, there's a tiny smile that curves your lips when you turn to him. He's walking around as well, slowly, carefully, like you're about to disappear if he moves too fast.Â
âI don't really enjoy mysteries that much.âÂ
He smiles as well âYou didn't tell me your name last time.âÂ
âYou didn't ask me,â shrugging, you take a few steps his way and scan his costume without any discretion âYou see?âÂ
âHm?âÂ
âHow good you look as Howl?â tilting your head slightly, you don't miss the way his cheeks darken slightly and that makes the remains of your shyness disappear from your body. You tell yourself that you, in this room, there must be no space for it. You point at his cape âWas it hard to get this?âÂ
âOvernight shipping,â he whispers, taking a step in your direction âYou look very cute.âÂ
âYou think?âÂ
âYeah, I really like the, uhmâŠâ he gestures to your costume âVintage vibe.âÂ
You don't have to be a genius to notice he doesn't really know what you are. âI'm a pierrot clown.âÂ
He scoffs âI knew that.âÂ
âSure you did, buddy.âÂ
There's a pause and then you both laugh but it dies down quickly and there's this tension between you both you don't really know why it's there.
You two didn't exactly connect that much last time. At least, you don't think you did. He was kind of drunk and you weren't really thinking straight either.Â
âY/NâŠâ Your name sounds good out of his lips.Â
âYes?âÂ
âWhy did you disappear last time?âÂ
That makes you laugh again. You didn't exactly plan on it, you were going to wait for him outside the closet but then you saw them kissing goodbye and your heart couldn't really stand it, so you bolted.Â
You walk towards one of the two beds, sitting down on it carefully, to not disturb it too much. He follows you with his eyes, his head turning slightly in order to do so.
âYou mean when I left the party? I didn't disappear on you,â that's not really a lie, you convince yourself. You kind of bid your goodbye to him that night âDidnât think you wanted me to stay, either. Did they give you too much shit?âÂ
âFor what?âÂ
âI clearly didn't kiss you that night. I think it was obvious, so⊠Your frat bros didn't give you shit for it?âÂ
Closing his eyes, the smile he gives you in return for the inside joke you two have going on makes your heart flutter âStop insisting on that, will you?âÂ
âYou can't really fight the truth, Wooyoung.âÂ
âHm,â he walks over to you again, sitting on the bed next with his thigh touching yours. Innecesarlly so, because there's plenty of space, but you enjoy the warmth it spreads around your body so you don't say anything âYou did tell me you didn't like liars.âÂ
âOh, you remember that?âÂ
âI remember everything,â he nods, âI wasn't that drunk.âÂ
You give him a look âWeren't you?âÂ
He laughs again and you follow, pushing him slightly with your shoulder like you did back in the closet as well.
You don't really know what to say anymore, so you clear your throat slightly.Â
âAre you enjoying the party?âÂ
âAre you?â Â
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âYou seemed kind of sad when I saw you, there,â he points at the balcony and that makes you sigh. He noticed, kind of. That's disappointing and impressive at the same time. âI thought it was the makeup but it doesn't really seem like it.âÂ
âIâm not sad,â you admit, âI'm hurt.âÂ
âIsn't that the same thing?âÂ
âNot really, no,â shaking your head, you stare out of the big panel windows into the night sky. He doesn't need to know entirely, but you can tell him something about it âRemember the guy I told you about last time?âÂ
âThe guy you went to the party for?âÂ
You nod âWell, he's here tonight too. With a date this time.âÂ
âOh,â when you turn, catch him licking his lips before continuing and your eyes are fixed on the motion for a second too long âAnd that hurts you, duh, obviously.âÂ
You think it's adorable he's also a little nervous but you only smile and don't give him shit for it like you would do to anyone else âWhen you're obsessed with the idea of someone specifically seeing you a certain way, yes, it hurts,â you shrug âI'll get over it though.âÂ
âI feel that,â he says and you can imagine. You sensed it in his feelings last time, you can't actually believe the coincidence and irony of it all âDid you and this guyâŠ?âÂ
âWe went to highschool together. He was the only person who I thought saw me for who I was, whoever that is,â there's a bitterness in the laugh you let out you don't enjoy âWe kissed a few times, he told me pretty things and I feel. Totally forgot about me when he had a summer glow up before we started our first semester, though.â
âWell, he's an asshole.âÂ
âHe's not, not really,â and you desperately need to change the topic to him, so you bump your shoulder against him one more time âDid you come with your Sophie?â you ask, pretending to not know about Wonder Woman and the fact that she's here with somebody else.Â
He catches who you're talking about, though and shakes his head, giving you. tight smile.Â
âNo, no, uhm⊠She has a date.âÂ
You hum âAre you hurt too?âÂ
âI'm bitter,â he whispers back, right away âDon't know if that's the same as being hurt, but I'm bitter.â
Silence falls comfortably around the understanding in between you both. You stare at each other, lips slowly curving upwards until you end up laughing yet again at the absurdity of the situations you're both in.Â
âGuess we're just⊠A pair of losers tonight, huh?âÂ
âAnd what a pair we make.âÂ
You agree. There's this electricity running through you, you even dare to say it's running through him too and it makes you slightly regret not kissing him last week.Â
If you did, the desire to do so right now would be easier to come to terms with.Â
Thankfully, the same thing seems to be going through his mind âI know I was drunk, but I wanted to kiss you so bad.âÂ
âAre you drunk now?â You ask back in a whisper. He shakes his head.Â
âDon't want to ruin your pretty makeup. Besides, you said last timeââÂ
You lean into his space a bit.Â
âThat was then,â you interrupt with a tiny smile âAnd now is now.âÂ
âThat's how time usually works, yes,â he laughs and you join, rolling your eyes at the bad joke. You can see the second he makes the decision, his hand hesitantly finding your cheek and, when you don't recoil at the possible contact, he leaves it there âBut are you sure it's okay?âÂ
You know why he's asking. He doesn't want to take advantage of a vulnerable moment, neither do you.
But you want to kiss him.Â
âItâs matte,â you say instead and you hope he understands the real meaning behind your answer âThe lipstick, it's matte. And the base It's set with really good powder, too, because I thoughtâŠâÂ
You thought that somebody else was going to kiss you tonight.Â
He gets it. He understands why you did it and he scoffs with mild annoyance at it, which makes you smile.Â
âY/N,â he closes the distance between you even more and your breath hitches with anticipation before he whispers: âI'm going to kiss you so good, you'll forget about his lips forever.âÂ
That's the best thing someone has ever said to you, ever. You shudder at the thought and just stare, eyes dropping when he leans in further and his nose bumps into yours.Â
âDo you want that?âÂ
Sleeping with Wooyoung wonât fix your problems. It sure wonât, not yours, not his but it doesnât need to. You donât know what the remedy for a wounded heart is but a distraction from the hurt canât be all that bad.Â
It's still a little bit pathetic how you whimper in response to his question.Â
But it gains you the prize of tasting him for the first time, his minty flavor mixing with the remnants of whatever soda you had earlier and you sigh into the encounter. Heâs not as delicate as you thought he would be.Â
Wooyoung kisses you hard, with want, with need, with something you recognize in yourself and give back: the need for a distraction, for a feeling other than that hurt and bitterness you two mentioned not even three minutes ago.Â
You don't know what to do with your hands, where to put them, but he fixes that. He grabs them, puts them on his shoulder, scoots a bit more into you and so your chest touches his and he sighs in contentment at that.Â
You feel a little bit nervous, but thatâs okay.Â
Itâs not like youâve never been touched, like youâve never done this sort of thing but it is the first time you want it. You want him.Â
Youâre not numb this time around, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up when his other hand joins and keeps you in place, pulling back a second to take in some air before going back in for another toe curling kiss.Â
Mind disconnecting from the outside world, you curse the layers of clothing (and thereâs a lot) in between you when his hands travel down to your waist, against your body, caressing it and then grasping it in a way youâve never felt before.Â
Itâs not rushed and it doesnât really feel like something that you both want to get out of your system even though it is. You donât really expect Wooyoung to ask you on a date after hooking up at a sorority party, after all.Â
Oh.Â
The party, thatâs right. Did you lock the door? No, no. He walked in and didn't, you think.Â
You canât really think straight when heâs biting your bottom lip and then licking it as an apology for his misbehaving. It draws a breathy moan out of you and he drinks it, tongue meeting yours for the first time ever as you stand up from the bed, kiss never breaking, hisÂ
body following yours.Â
Youâre wearing a lace ruffle white collar that goes with your costume. Itâs cute, surprisingly not itchy at all and right now it seems to be getting in his way. His fingers look for the velcro clasp and then, when he loosens it enough, he janks it off.Â
Somehow, you enjoy the theatrics and you giggle as his mouth abandons yours.
âWooâŠâ You manage to say when his lips start to make acquaintance with your neck, over your pulse. Craning your head to the side, he moves to the skin that unveils because of it and itâs hard to think of anything but the way you start to tremble under his touch.Â
Grounding yourself by sinking your fingers in his hair, you attempt to speak again but he keeps distracting you.Â
âFuck, say that again.âÂ
Humming, you return âWoo,â you say again, âthe doorâŠâ Â
He moves to the other side of your neck âWhat about it?âÂ
âItâsâ Oh,â teeth sink into your skin and you moan out loud, you can practically feel his smirk on your skin after that and your face burns as a consequence. âW-we need to lock it.âÂ
âAfraid someone will walk in on us?â he finally pulls away enough for you to see his face. His lips are swollen and thereâs a flush across his cheeks that sits beautifully there when he smiles, forehead resting against yours a second later âYou donât like that thought?âÂ
Thereâs a part of you that doesnât think itâs proper. Itâs bad enough youâre hooking up with a somewhat stranger in a room that isnât yours, but people finding out? That should terrify you.Â
But it doesnât. He seems to read it on your delayed response and the way your eyes widen with need when he pulls away again to watch your reaction to what he said.Â
âYou do, donât you?â and then youâre moving, backwards, backwards, backwards until your back hits the door and thereâs this passion glistening in his eye that excites you and sends spikes down your spine and into your core âYou want people to know Iâm kissing you dumb, hm? You want them to see what Iâm doing to you?âÂ
He pauses and you feel like itâs on purpose, you feel like he takes in you heaving chest and the way your eyes follow the veins down his arms when he presses his hand behind you, pushing into your space a bit more and you should feel overwhelmed like you normally do with everyone else, but you donât.Â
You want him to get even closer.
âYou want them to see what you do to me?âÂ
His whisper shakes you, awakens something in you that you desperately want to explore. It makes you feel shy and brave at the same time and the contradiction makes you bite down a smile.Â
Thereâs no need for you to see what youâre doing to him, you can feel it when the hand that wanders to his waist pulls him closer, forward, until his hips meet yours and his leg finds a home between yours. Grunting, he raises a brow and gives you a knowing grin, but you enjoy surprising people.Â
Your black gloves contrast against his skin and the white of his shirt when you caress the arm planted next to you and he follows the motion, letting out a breath âWhat if I donât?â you ask, low, like itâs a secret you donât want anyone else to find out even if youâre alone in this room âWhat if I want to keep you all to myself?â Watching his expression carefully, you try to measure if youâre crossing the invisible hookup line with your words but he closes his eyes and thereâs no way for you to tell, so you correct your possible mistake in a whisper âFor the night. You donât want me to be only yours tonight?âÂ
Something twitches against your leg and the brief tension melts from your shoulder. Damn, youâre not that mouthy during these sort of scenarios so you almost, almost fucked up, huh?Â
It doesnât really matter when his free hand brushes his knuckles against your stomach, over your clothes and the ridiculously big buttons of your costume and then leaves you to twist the lock on the door âWe donât have to do anything if you donât want to, by the way.âÂ
âI want you.â The words get out before you think it through and you donât mind it. You value honesty, you love when your body acts before your mind has the time to make you feel ashamed of your own feelings and wants.Â
It pays off because his expression morphs in pure want and his tone is a whimper when he begs you, forehead meeting yours again âAgain.âÂ
âI want you, WooâŠâ You whisper against his lips and then his mouth is on yours hungrier than ever before. The wood hurts against your back but Wooyoungâs hands pull you against him to move you away from it.Â
This time, your hands know exactly what to do, because you know exactly what you want. They tug at his cape, trying to find the clasp of it with desperate trembles because your heart is beating faster and faster and youâre impatient, body too impertinent and rebelling against your wishes of taking this slow and savoring every little touch.
Cape on the floor, you feel his hand trying to figure out your costume. It makes you laugh and youâre glad he returns it, looking down at it and frowning at all the fabric he finds. With your hands against his chest, you push him into the mattress and he lands gracefully on it, supporting himself with his arms âIâll do it.â
âBaby, this is a great costume and you look so fucking cute on it but why is there so much layering?âÂ
The nickname is new and he doesnât seem to catch that it slipped out of his mouth so you donât comment on it but it sure deepens the color on your cheeks and you laugh shyly, tilting your head to side in a playful manner.Â
âI told you I like dressing up.âÂ
âAnd it shows! Mineâs a little simple,â without the cape, he just looks like a dude with a loose white shirt and black trousers. A handsome dude, but just a dude nevertheless âBut I wanted you to find me, soâŠâÂ
âWhat was the first option?âÂ
âBeast Boy.âÂ
Thereâs something that crosses his expression that goes away the second he sees you slowly working the buttons and the skin underneath reveal after each one. His eyes fix on it and youâre sure you look ridiculous in the makeup and the get up and all but heâs looking at you with so much need you feel sexy wearing it.Â
The shirt comes off. Youâre wearing a cropped top and a bra underneath and you hook your thumbs under it to make him believe youâre taking it off, but you donât.Â
âYouâre killing me.â He groans out and you laugh at him, making a show of bringing your hands down your torso and into your hips. You move to take off the striped bloomers that are matching with the tights you plan on taking off next.Â
Your underwear doesnât exactly match but you werenât really planning on any of this with anyone. You werenât planning on going this far but you donât really care when itâs all, eventually, itâs just going to be off, so it doesnât really matter.Â
âWant to take these off yourself or youâre going to make me do all the work?âÂ
Smiling, he sits straight on the bed, taking your hand in his and bringing it to his mouth he nips the satin fabric of your glove, it loosening around your index when he pulls. He must see the way it affects you immediately, the way you breath catches, because the corner of his lips lifts up before he does the same to the thumb, the middle finger, the ring and the pinky and then he pulls the glove completely off.Â
You feel like you short circuit for a second, even more so when he keeps the hand close to him and starts kissing the pad of your fingers so softly it doesnât match the hunger in his eyes at all.Â
And youâre killing him?Â
It happens in a flash but the other glove is off and then your tights, your top and his shirt are off and on the floor and youâre sitting on his lap, tongue parting his lips and mouth bruising against his and you feel like youâre in a small pocket in time no one can really disturb. No one can burst this bubble, this cloud you land on when he turns you around and the expensive material of the sheets touches your bare back.Â
âFuck, youâre so beautiful.âÂ
When did he take off your bra? It doesnât matter, his lips are making their way down your throat and exploring your chest, gaining puffs of air and moans from you when he flicks your nipples with his tongue, expert and careful, measuring your reaction and doing it again when your back arches off the bed instead of verbally asking for more.Â
He kisses down, down until his teeth are catching your underwear. Looking up to you, he searches for an answer in your eyes and you both come to an unspoken agreement. Even if youâre both taking your time in exploring each other, thereâs no actual time for him to eat you out, for you to get on your knees and taste him as well.Â
You immediately wonder if thereâs going to be another opportunity to do all of that. Either way, thereâs not enough time to wonder. You help him get out of his trousers, his boxer briefs and you stare at him with an eyebrow up and an open and watering mouth.Â
He laughs at your reaction, like he was expecting it.Â
He stops laughing when you reach for him. Breathing hard when your thumb teases his tip, gathering precum, he shakes his head and you immediately stop âBaby, we⊠Not tonight.âÂ
Then when? You want to ask.Â
You just nod before bringing the thumb to your mouth, tasting him and humming in content. Wooyoung leans in and puts his tongue on yours a second later.
He smiles, teeth sinking on your bottom lip before diving in for another kiss âDirty girl.â He teases you and you shrug.Â
âYou look so good,â You say against him, pecking his lips, âCouldnât help myself,â fingers grasping the hairs at the nape of his neck, like you did the night you met, you stop him from kissing you again just to whisper âYou taste so good too.â  Â
His eyes almost roll at that, hips stuttering against you and almost brushing where they need to. âFuck, donât say shit like that to me, Y/N.âÂ
âSorry.â You say but itâs clear in your smile that youâre not sorry at all and maybe you shouldnât have because when it comes to taking your last piece of clothing off, he takes his time.Â
Fingernails raise goosebumps as they softly go through your skin and he lets out a ragged breath âSo fucking beautiful.âÂ
You feel beautiful. Thatâs good, because earlier tonight, before you catched him staring up at you on the balcony, you felt undesirable. You felt little, small, incomparable in the worst way possible because⊠Why not you?Â
His words reassure you. Even if you know thatâs something you need to do yourself (built enough confidence to not let the choices of a man who doesnât give a damn about you define your self worth), it helps you tend that wound that reopened.Â
He touches you and you feel worth it again. You believe it when your panties fall to the ground and your legs part for him and he looks at you in delight, thumb finding your clit and circling it right away âSo fucking wet, fuck.âÂ
Your hips go up when he finds the right pacing, the right pressure to it and you really shouldn't moan this loud but you donât care when he lets out a moan of his own at the way your face scrunches in pleasure âI want you.â You let out, breathy and pliant under his touch.Â
âYou got me,â heâs sweating but you donât really care, you love the way his pretty nose touches yours when he leans in, index searching and then entering you. âFuck, I could slip right in, hm? Is that what you want?âÂ
A moan slips out when he finds your sweet spot and strokes it carefully, he takes it as a reply and, honestly, it is all you can let out at the moment. You squeeze the second finger as it enters you, so it gives away how much you like the thought of that.Â
âYou do,â he says, teasingly and smiles against your lips as he pecks it âDirty girl,â He repeats and you shake your head again, hips bucking up when the heel of his hand press against your clit and it sends a new wave of heat across your entire body âImpatient girl. I wish you were in my room now, fuck.âÂ
You wish that too.
âWooâŠâÂ
âI had toââÂ
âI know but thereâs peopleââ Passing the door, you can sense it. In this midst of anything, you can sense it.Â
âWho cares about themââ
Thereâs a phone vibrating somewhere in the room and itâs definitely not yours. He ignores it, fingers picking up their pace.Â
âI need you,â you whisper, propping yourself up to kiss his mouth âPlease, please fuck me.â
âI want you to come first.â He communicates his crude intention so cutely you might actually miss him when this is all over.Â
âAnd I want to come with you.âÂ
That stops him and you can literally feel him get harder where he rests against your inner thigh.
âCondom?â You ask in a whisper.Â
âCondom, right, fuckââ Both moving to reach his pants on the floor, you giggle and his lips find your cheek for a second as your torsos hang from the bed and you can safely say you never had more fun during sex before this.Â
Itâs lighthearted even if youâre both practically strangers and then it grows hot, sexy, passionate again when he finds the condom, breaks the package open and then rolls it on with practiced moves. He kisses you, laying back down against the pillows and aligning himself with your entrance.Â
âWait, let me justâŠâÂ
âWhat?âÂ
You turn around, laying flat on your chest and arching your back just a little so that you can open up your legs for him to enter. You look at him over your shoulder and his surprised expression makes you giggle âYou never tried this one?â you ask and at his silence, you nod âLook how easy it is for me toââ Reaching down your stomach and reaching your clit with your fingers for him to see, you circle it a few times and close your eyes at the sensation.Â
He kisses the small of your back âHoly fuck, Y//N.âÂ
âI told you that Iâm coming with you, Iâm helping.âÂ
He leans into you, his tip pressing against your clit deliciously âYouâre so fucking hot, I almost came.âÂ
âThatâs the point, Woo.â You say through pants, his hands kneading your ass and spreading you open for him to see. Itâs a little nasty and you wonder what you both could do with a little more time and less people waiting for you outside. For him, at least.Â
When he enters you, the moan that leaves you echoes his and you probably needed just a little bit more prep for the size of him but since youâre so turned on it barely matters when heâs completely seated inside of you and this position just makes it feel ten times better âYou feel so good, baby, fuck.âÂ
âYeah?â His chest is touching your back now and his lips are leaving open mouth kisses on your shoulder. He moves his hips experimentally and you moan into the sheets, sweat running down your neck and your chest into them but you donât have time to feel bad for the owner of the bed at all âWas that okay?â
âYou can go harder.âÂ
âYeah? Fuck.âÂ
He complies right away and it feels so good you let yourself close your eyes and fully enjoy it, consequences be damned.Â
People outside the room hearing you moan? Who cares when your fingers the weight of Wooyoung against you feels so right?Â
When his thrusts help you grind your clit on your fingers just right, especially when he increases the speed of them and the wave of pleasure that hits you squeezes him around you so good his moan bounces off the walls and outside of the balcony where someone downstairs giggles and whistles.Â
âOh, God,â he says, a little ashamed but never slowing down and you turn your head, searching for his lips âWe shouldâve closed that door too.âÂ
You decide to tease him to wipe that emotion from him and just focus on you âThought you wanted to give people a show.âÂ
Opening your eyes, you are able to watch when his eyes harden slightly at the thought, pace faltering as he lets out a tiny whimper.Â
âAnd I thought you wanted me for yourself tonight,â he resumes his relentless pace, thrusting in and out of you with ease now and your cheek meets the sheets again so the bed can muffle your sounds âMaybe next time.âÂ
Next time.Â
You don't really have time to dwell on what that means because youâre so worked up it wonât take much for you to come. You let Wooyoung know and he nods, his forehead against your shoulder again âKiss me.â He whispers and you crane your neck to do so, to swallow his moans down and keep them with you forever.Â
You swallow all of them down when his hips stutter and he comes and you know he keeps yours when you let yourself come right alone with him. He fucks you through both of your orgasms and slows down gradually until he grows sensitive and hisses at any tiny movement and your arms go kind of numb underneath you.Â
Thereâs a sense of urgency your mind picks up immediately after but you ignore it. You have nowhere to go and they charged you twenty dollars to get into this stupid party so they can wait for you two to return to it.Â
But thereâs a phone vibrating somewhere. And even if you both hear it, Wooyoung turns you around and leans in to give you a kiss so sweet you almost want to keep it with you as well.Â
When he pulls away, you wipe the sweat on his forehead with your hands and brush the hair out his face so delicately he closes his eyes and seems to enjoy your touch.Â
Now what the hell should you say at a moment like this? Where he doesnât seem in any rush to leave you and you donât really want him to leave either.Â
Do you tell him he did good? Do you tell him you enjoyed it, that he made you feel safe? Thatâs the first time in ages you enjoy a quick fuck this much?Â
Thatâ
âPlease give me your number.âÂ
Oh, heâs actually adorable. He takes your stunned expression and silence the wrong way, though, and he sits on his knees, pulling out of you and working on getting his condom off while he speaks.Â
âI can give you at least ten reasons you should give me your number. Number one, I enjoyed this a lot and I can do better if you give me time, number twoââ
âWoo, you literally just fucked me with clown makeup on. I think weâre past you giving me reasons to sleep with you,â you sit up as well, taking his face in your hands again and leaning in to kiss his cheek soundly âGive me your phone.âÂ
He gets off the bed and looks around the room for the trash can. Itâs a tiny one, sitting on top of a desk and you really, really start to feel bad for the girls who are going to have to sleep off their drunken night in this room. Youâre surprised that no one knocked on the door but, on party eastern time, itâs still kind of early.Â
Two thirty am reads the clock on Wooyoungâs phone when he hands it to you, unblocked. Thereâs messages flowing in and you try your best to not read them as you enter your number and name into his contacts but you do notice theyâre from a group chat.Â
You wonder if his friend group is big, if heâs close to all of them, what kind of friend he is. Youâre impatient, you want to get to know him all of the sudden and you know itâs dangerous for expectations to grow after a hookup but, as you hand him his phone back, you canât help but let out a âWoo, do you just want to fuck me or do you want to be my friend too? Something more?âÂ
Heâs reading the messages on the group chat with a frown when your questions register in his brain and he looks up, a curious expression and a tiny smile âYouâre very direct, arenât you?âÂ
âI hate wondering and mysteries,â you shrug, âI donât want to expect the wrong thing.â
âFair,â he nods. âIâm more of a⊠Just wait and see what happens kind of guy, but if you want an honest answer I just donât really know. I want to see you again, though.âÂ
âI want to see you again, too,â You murmur back and he smiles, leaning in a fraction to try and kiss you again but then thereâs a thud against the door and a soft ouch coming from behind it that interrupts you âWe should really get out of here.âÂ
It takes a millisecond for him to misinterpret what you meant, smirk growing on his lips when you shake your head disapprovingly and blushing while you pick your panties from the ground and get up to slip them on.Â
âNot what I meant!âÂ
âI mean,â he starts to dress himself as well, âI wouldnât mind.âÂ
âNo,â you say but you donât sound so sure of it yourself and it makes him smile even wider, so you roll your eyes. âWhere are myâŠâ
âHere.â He hands you the tights and you thank him, almost falling while trying to put them on fast the next second. He laughs at you âJust sit down, babe.âÂ
âDonât laugh!âÂ
âIâm literally not!âÂ
You tease each other as you get in costume again. This time the fabric bothers you a little but only because youâre sticky and sweaty even if itâs the last day of october.Â
Fully clothed, you walk to the door and you suddenly feel very shy and nervous at what can await you behind it. Wooyoung seems to see it on your face, so he steps in your space and kisses your lips sweetly, holding your waist respectfully like he didnât just make you come less than ten minutes ago.Â
âIâm so glad I met you,â he whispers against you and you melt even if you donât want to. He doesnât specify why and you donât ask, but he does smile when you peck his lips one last time before stepping away âDo you want to step out together or do you want to go first, should I go first? We can meet downstairs,â he clarifies before you can think the worst and you giggle âWe can leave together too, if you want.âÂ
You know he means the party.Â
But his phone vibrates again, insistently shaking in his pocket and you rest your head against the door softly âI feel like you have people that need you right now.âÂ
He takes the phone out of his pocket. The screen reads âyuriâ, with a series of heart emojis and a middle finger emoji at the end and his expressions turn worrisome immediately.Â
âShit, no, youâre right, umâŠâÂ
Stepping away from the door, you grab the knob and open it for him âDo your thing, Woo.âÂ
You think you know exactly who's calling him.Â
Like you already knew, sleeping with Wooyoung didn't fix yours problems at all:Â
It hurts that she's been chosen over you again, but you keep the soft smile on your lips either way.Â
âI'll text you. I'll call you, Iââ he leans into you again, stealing a hard, parting kiss that you probably are going to think about until he keeps his promise âHey, everything alright?â You faintly hear when he picks up the call.Â
When he leaves the room and closes the door behind him, you sag against the wood of it and let yourself meet the cold floor to try and plan out how you're getting out of there and how long it would take you to walk to your dorm room at this time.Â
But then your phone digs in your hand, screen lighting up the dark room and your face.Â
+82-8-918-2910: my friend got sick bc she drank too much. wish i could take you to your dorm. text me when you get there, yeah? xÂ
It makes you smile. Despite it all, it makes you smile really hard.Â
+82-8-918-2910: it's wooyoung btw ;) +82-8-918-2910: send me pic of how you save meeeee +82-8-918-2910: okay my friend is puking in the pool and her date it's fucking useless i have to go text me back pls!! xxÂ
When you catch yourself re-reading the texts on your home screen and grinning, this time like a complete fucking idiot, you know you'll have to start thinking of another recipe to mend yet another broken heart.Â
That's fine. At least you're not thinking about Superman anymore.Â
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I never wanted it to get to this point, but I don't have a choice. I finally made a paypal and I'm trying to set up a ko-fi.
Please read to the bottom and reblog, for the first time I seriously need your help, I mean it.
Hi again, context for my desperate behavior:
For those who know me from my dhmis or fnaf fanart, you know I have been around for years, and I was always happy to bring you free requests. I have never asked for money, it didn't feel right for me even when you were willing to donate to help me escape my living situation, but I am eternally thankful with those who offered ⥠having said this, you know I would never ask unless I absolutely HAVE to.
I'm studying -and pretty much living- with the money of a scholarship, but with the costs of food and books I cannot afford to live. I'm not being dramatic, I have spent more than one day without eating in the last few weeks.
I'm off my meds because I cannot afford them either.
I can't work because I'm the only one who takes care of my disabled sister at home, my mom isn't strong enough to pick her up and change her on her own anymore even if she tries. The days when I'm not home, I'm at college all day trying to survive while my elderly aunt helps take care of my sister.
Recently, what made me hit rock bottom was that my cat, Chimu, started peeing blood. My parents refused to help me pay for his vet bills, even when they're the ones who adopted him. He cries in pain everyday, he's a cat from the streets with a mental disability and I'm the only one who cares about him. The cat food for cats with urinary issues is $70, it may not seem like a lot but I'm surviving with $20 a month (in my country's currency, minimum wage is around $200) and I didn't care about suffering on my own but I won't drag him down with me.
Plus, this month, the government website has been glitching and I didn't receive the money I had been receiving so far. I need your help, if you can't buy then please reblog. I'm currently trying to set up a ko-fi too. I need you more than ever, even if I'm not as active as I used to be, as you can see now there is good reason for my absence.
TLDR: I can't afford to eat, study, or save my family cat, and my parents are pretending I don't exist. Please help me.
Thank you if you read this far <3
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~ IN A VOID ~ FORESHADOWING DEPRESSION PROMPTS
requested by: @crochet-cafe request: How can I foreshadow or hint that my character has severe depression? I want to make the reveal a big deal when it happens and catch readers off guard
Feel free to use and reblog!
having other characters associate the person's mood with their character traits ("they're always grumpy")
masking their depression really well but being absolutely drained and a lot worse as soon as they're alone
appearing as a 'neutral' person, when their neutral mood actually indicates the emptiness they feel inside
their growing passivity makes them fade into the background
the more excited other people get the more downcast the person becomes (they get perceived as a killjoy)
they don't accept invitations anymore
they always say they're busy but can't answer the question what exactly they're doing
they show no emotional reaction in a fight
everyone says about the person that they have such a hard shell
they usually have been very caring and sensitive to everyone around them but suddenly they seem like they couldn't care less
for more inspiration/how to help: ~ SHOWING SUPPORT FOR SOMEONE WITH DEPRESSION ~ WRITING PROMPTS
note: If you or someone you know feels that way and really needs help, please seek professional help <3
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