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yueebby · 3 months

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keep dreaming! – gojo satoru

synopsis. down bad? … it’s gojo satoru!

contents. fluff, lovesick!gojo, he basically has a wet dream of you, you wear tinted lip balm, your first kiss w him (??), suguru plays devil’s advocate

notes. remember spring days!au but can be read alone. anyways, enjoy!! I am writing this while sick (yikes). also of course this wouldn’t be canon compliant if i had not included satoru and suguru’s dynamic! I tried my best to apply their interactions during the basketball match + while theyre leaving jujutsu tech as much as i can.

“satoru…” you murmur, looking up at him shyly. the two of you find yourselves alone in the classroom. a greedy smile plays on his lips, and you struggle to formulate words as your eyes travel from his cerulean ones to his lips. satoru can barely contain his excitement, the anticipation radiates from him like an electric charge.

“say it, [name]. tell me what you want.” he whispers back at you seductively, his eyes are spellbound onto yours. you whine before grabbing the collar of his uniform and pulling him onto you. your lips are soft, so soft. you were made for him, he’s sure, as your lips mold together. as a matter of fact, your lips are so soft that they feel eerily like his pillow–

"get up! we’re late to our mission!" suguru hits the top of satoru’s head with the spare pillow on his bed. the white haired boy immediately activates his innate technique to block his best friend’s attacks.

it was going to be a long day.

“it’s unlike you to wake up so late.” suguru’s hands pause over the shoji door of the classroom. his concern for gojo was more important than the imminent lecture they were going to receive from yaga for their tardiness. “plus you totally sucked today.”

their mission had taken an unexpected turn for the worse when the pair had found themselves stuck in an incomplete domain. the narrow escape was only possible as a result of suguru’s quick thinking with rainbow dragon.

the bandaid on satoru’s cheek is a silent testament to the mission gone wrong.

“i’ve just been tired.” satoru mumbles quietly, heat rising to his cheeks as the memory of the dream flashes in his mind. he was too deep in thought to counter his friend’s insult.

something was definitely wrong. suguru raises his eyebrows, “and it has nothing to do with the fact that i caught you making out with your pillow?”

“i– what?” the heat has spread from his cheeks to all over his face. he hopes his sunglasses cover the blush that was blossoming on his face. suguru lets out a breath of relief. satoru’s blush meant that the matter at hand was only trivial…

“don’t tell me you were dreaming of [name],” his best friend smiles knowingly. satoru groans. suguru definitely knew, he was just playing with him at this point.

their conversation is cut short when the doors slide open by themselves to reveal a certain brown haired girl with a distasteful look on her face.

“satoru is having wet dreams of [name]?” shoko remarks quietly, making sure her comment is only heard by the two males. “i would act surprised, but it’s not like you’re above it.”

“just who do you think i am?” satoru looks down at his friend.

“a real pervert.” shoko simply replied before quickly making her way back to the desk next to yours.

satoru’s eyes follow her and make their way onto you. like a fly making its way into a honey trap, he can’t seem to look anywhere else. too busy burning the image of you absorbed in your textbook, he absorbs every little detail from the way your soft lips slightly part to mouth the words of the book to the way your leg bounces underneath the table. were you using a new lip balm? there was a subtle shade difference from your usual choice. gojo makes a mental note to ask you for the exact brand for… personal reasons.

in his trance, satoru fails to notice yaga’s scolding. he had also failed to notice how suguru had already made his way into a desk.

“satoru since you seem so eager to continue standing, i assume you volunteer to solve this equation.” yaga angrily taps the blackboard with a worn out price of chalk.

satoru stiffens up, not because of yaga’s wrath, but because your attention has shifted from the textbook to him. you blink up at him, the image dangerously similar to his dream. satoru gulps, eyes quickly flitting to the equation messily written on the board.

at least math equations don’t make him feel like his heart is beating out of his chest.

it didn’t take a genius to notice how quiet satoru has been today. as if he were in his own world, you notice.

“i fear that i may have been giving satoru too much attention lately,” you mutter to your two other friends, mind running laps trying to recall all of the intimate moments you have spent with the white haired fiend— all of which could be characterized as highly inappropriate.

“you always do,” suguru lazily rests his chin on the palm of his hand on the desk across from you. after yaga’s lecture, the seats had been rearranged appropriately so that the four of you could enjoy lunch together. “lay some of your love on us too.” he gestures his chopsticks to himself and shoko who were sitting side by side.

one could argue that the subtle smirk playing on suguru’s lips were a lot more dangerous than satoru’s. you’re afraid that suguru has started a game that will only end with your downfall.

the silver tongued boy seemed to catch satoru’s attention with his comment.

“ha– mad that you don’t pull? get your own girl,” satoru speaks up for the first time, glaring at his best friend through half lidded eyes from above his dark glasses. the half eaten melonpan in his hand was long forgotten.

“last i checked, [name] wasn’t your girl,” suguru places his chopsticks back down on his bento box.

you could’ve sworn you saw an irk mark appear on the side of gojo’s face.

shoko, who had been watching the scene unfold, sips on her juicebox silently. your eyes anxiously flit between the two boys.

“if you’re still mad about that mission, step outside. it’s not like i’m the one savin’ our asses every time.” satoru grits his teeth.

the loud sound of suguru’s chair screeching on the wooden floor reverberates in the mostly empty room, “you and your uncouth mouth,” he accuses satoru.

shoko flees the scene. smart girl.

you were about to follow her, but suguru holds out a hand for you to stop,

“i’m just about done anyway. please, don’t cut your meal early on my account,” he looks down at you and your full bento box. the black haired boy leaves no room for discussion when he turns his back to leave the classroom.

when the shoji doors are slammed shut by suguru, your head whips to satoru who resumes eating his strawberry melonpan.

“what was that? you’ve been acting strange, satoru– what happened on that mission?”

“don’ worry ‘bout it,” you barely make out the words coming out of his mouth that is full as he munches on the pink bread.

you scoff, “you can’t just expect me to ignore the argument you just had with suguru. and that ugly bandaid on your face?” you point at the skin-colored bandage haphazardly placed on his face. upon further inspection, you also notice the growing eyebags on his face. it was truly peculiar to see any blemish on satoru’s perfect face.

he pouts, “are you calling me ugly?” satoru doesn't take pleasure in upsetting you, but the gradual way you leaned closer to him sparked an unexpected thrill within him.

“no, i’m worried about you. you’re being weird, satoru.” he was far from ugly.

as your back faces the window, the outside light casts an otherworldly glow around you.

“well, aren’t you an angel?” he tilts his head as he leans back in his seat, completely enamored.

“you never stop, do you? you’ve been completely out of it all day!” your scrutinizing gaze zeroes in on gojo who was mindlessly nodding with a dazed out smile on his face. “and judging by the way you’re all bandaged up, suguru was probably right! i mean you totally got roughed up. the great gojo satoru, wounded.”

satoru blushes at your angry face. he’d say something indecent, but he fears that it would only scare you away. if only you knew that the reason he was all messed up was because of you.

“it's partially your fault, y'know.” cerulean eyes blink at you sheepishly before being replaced by a newfound mischievous look.

he doesn’t miss the way your anger shifts into confusion.

"excuse me?"

satoru continues, “if it weren't for you appearing in my dream i wouldn't have been distracted by that incomplete domain.” he points to the bandage cut just below his right eye.

“dreaming of me now, gojo?" you raise an eyebrow. the uncomfortable heat that was starting to rise onto your face at the new revelation that gojo dreams about you is ignored.

satoru looks away, "can you really blame a guy?"

you huff, ignoring his comment, “i think yaga has a first aid kit somewhere in the closet.” you make your way to check out the forgotten door in the back of the classroom.

the cool sterility of medical supplies contrasts with the charged atmosphere left behind in the classroom.

when you do come back with the kit, your heart races, praying he won't notice the hitch in your breath as your fingers delicately tend to the nearly healed scratch beneath his cheek. satoru's ability to evoke strange emotions within you is undeniable.

silence envelops the classroom, broken only by satoru's deep breaths. you're so close that you can almost feel the warm gusts of air from his breath on your face.

"your body healed remarkably fast. i'm not surprised," you softly observe, your focus on the task at hand. satoru smiles, his eyes fixed on your concentrated features.

"yeah? well, i have an excellent nurse," he remarks, tapping the freshly placed bandaid on his cheek. "though it seems she missed one of my injuries."

you furrow your eyebrows. satoru points to his expectant lips, a playful pout on his face.

"no," you plainly state.

"aw, c'mon. kiss it better? i almost died today," he pleads, his eyes silently begging. you shake your head, unaware that it was your fault he nearly lost his head during the mission.

"you really want a kiss?" you repeat, catching on to his persistent request.

he nods fervently, his excitement palpable. was that even a question

you think he was pretty insane– requesting kisses from a fellow peer.

“satoru..” you murmur, leaning closer to him. his eyes were twinkling with excitement. the two of you were all alone, left with nothing but each other. this scene was all too familiar.

the sides of his lips quirk up into a smirk while he watches your eyes travel all around his face. satoru has been fantasizing about this moment since the moment he laid eyes on you.

“[name],” he says, his voice softer than ever, a privilege reserved for those closest to him—especially you.

just a few more inches and your lips will meet… just a few…

slap!

satoru blinks in shock while you giggle at his confusion. he attempts to ask what just happened, but his mouth is sealed. his hand rises to find a bandaid now on his lips.

“you’re cuter when you shut up.”

you seal your words with a soft kiss placed on his bandaged mouth.

...

gojo satoru explodes, his voice muffled by an adhesive barrier.

“m.rrry.. m.. mph..mph!”

extra:

all conflicts were resolved by evening when you had strategically set up a mario kart tournament.

right after you (indirectly) kissed gojo, you fled the scene, leaving a flustered satoru all hot and bothered. you ended up screaming into your pillow.. the same pillow that satoru was laying on not too long ago.

#kt.writes.·:*¨༺#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojou satoru x reader #gojou x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #gojou satoru x you #jjk x reader #tbh it wouldnt surprise me if gojo was a conniving enough to trick you into kissing him #better luck next time satoru~!#remember spring days!au #rsd!au

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iiping · 11 months

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kaveh snapping at alhaitham for buying another ugly wood carving… except he forgot it was his birthday 👀

read my short fic on twitter here or see more below! 🫶

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“This looks absolutely nothing like me!” Kaveh snaps at the rough-out Aranara carving that suddenly shows up one morning, looking so blonde and angry.

Alhaitham comes out of his room at this moment and walks over to their common shelf where the architect stands.

Kaveh has a meeting with a particularly frustrating client today and he’s feeling so anxious that he cannot help but snaps at Alhaitham too, “How many times do I have to tell you not to bring ugly wood carvings into our home!?”

Alhaitham looks at Kaveh, his lips tightens. Something unfathomable flashes across his eyes and disappears just as suddenly.

“Do whatever you want with it then,” Alhaitham says finally after an awkward silence. Then he grabs his key from the shelf and turns his back to walk towards the front door without saying another word.

Kaveh looks at him leaving the house in puzzlement. It is not a rare occasion to see the Scribe not bothering to argue with him but Alhaitham never walks away after saying only one sentence before. He looks as if he’s angry or even…pouting? Kaveh is not sure if that word can describe Alhaitham.

Maybe Kaveh did something wrong? He gasps at the thought.

Is it because the smell of the cream soup he made yesterday was too strong? Or maybe it was the fact that the house is now so messy because he’s in the middle of tidying up things? Or maybe he moved or touched some books he wasn’t supposed to?

Kaveh ends up thinking for the whole day. He even spaces out during the client’s meeting and almost drops the model when he tries to present his plan.

He thinks and thinks but nothing comes to his mind. They have been on unusually pretty good terms lately, so he cannot think of something recent that might have made Alhaitham upset.

Kaveh is so deep in thought he almost bumps into Collei on the way home.

“Ah! Sorry!” Kaveh exclaims then realizes who it is, “Collei! I didn’t know you were in town today!”

Somehow, the trainee Forest Ranger looks shocked to see him. She quickly picks up something that fell to the ground when they bumped into each other earlier. Kaveh catches a glimpse of a small green box with yellow ribbon before Collei swiftly hides it behind her back.

“It’s so good to see you! Wanna grab something to eat?” Kaveh asks, ignoring her suspicious behavior. He’s not ready to go home just yet, not when he still hasn’t figured out what he did wrong.

“Uh, sorry I have somewhere to be today,” Collei replies nervously, avoiding to meeting his eyes, “If you will excuse me, I really need to get going.”

Then she takes off before he can say another word.

Kaveh ruffles his hair in confusion. What is going on today?

After wandering around aimlessly for a while, he decides that he has no other place to go except the good old Lambad’s Tavern.

He sits down at a table and orders a drink even though it’s merely 5PM.

“Hey, Kaveh!” Lambad shouts his name from behind the counter, “That one’s on the house! Happy Birthday!”

Oh. Shit.

A realization strikes him like a bolt of lightning.

“How could I forget!” he cries, standing up abruptly, “It is my birthday!”

He tells Lambad that he’ll take a raincheck on that glass of wine before leaving the tavern. Kaveh rushes home as fast as he can and finds Alhaitham standing in front of the shelf with the Aranara carving on one hand and a bag on another.

Alhaitham raises his eyebrows when he sees Kaveh practically flying from the front door.

“No, wait—-“ Kaveh tries to catch his breath, “D-don’t throw that away!”

“Oh?” Alhaitham puts down the Aranara and turns to face the architect. “Seems like you finally remember something.”

“Sorry for what I said this morning,” Kaveh blurts out, “I know it sounds like an excuse but that client’s project kept me frustrated all night and I shouldn’t have taken it on you.”

Alhaitham looks at him silently.

“Alright, alright,” Kaveh puts two hands in the air, “I apologize for calling it ugly.”

The Scribe lets out a chuckle right this second. It is clear that he does not intend put up any fights with Kaveh on his birthday.

Alhaitham hands him the Aranara in question and asks, “Will you also stop calling my other wood carvings ugly?”

“Well, I wouldn’t go that far,” Kaveh replies with a beaming smile. His eyes light up as he takes the wooden figure in his hands.

Alhaitham gives him birthday presents every year but they are usually books or drafting tools. This is the first time Kaveh has received something custom-made. Well, from anyone, really.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into me this morning,” he mumbles, feeling the rough wood under his fingers. “Sure, it looks a bit cruder than that one in your bedroom which I kind of like, but the more you look at it, the mor—- Hey!”

“I changed my mind,” Alhaitham announces with a straight face, the Aranara is now back to his hand. “I’m taking it back.”

Kaveh blinks.

“What did you just say!?” he raises his voice.

“I don’t see any reasons why it should be in the possession of someone who doesn’t appreciate it,” he replies simply while putting the wooden figure in the bag, then starts to walk to the entrance hall.

“How do you know I don’t appreciate it!?” Kaveh follows him, trying so hard not to yell at his back, “This is ridiculous! You just gave it to me literally a second ago!”

That does not make Alhaitham slow down one bit. In the heat of the moment, Kaveh charges at him without thinking.

Next thing he knows, they are both on the floor with Alhaitham being beneath him. He quickly snatches the bag from the Scribe’s hand and sits up.

“Ha!” Kaveh exclaims, raising it in the air in victory. “You cannot walk away from me this time! Don’t you know that it’s rude to take back what you have given!?”

When there isn’t any response, Kaveh glances down, only to see that Alhaitham is covering his face laughing.

Kaveh looks at this scene in disbelief.

“Were you just teasing me!?” he asks with a high-pitched voice, “Oh my god, who are you? What have you done to my Alhaitham?”

“I couldn’t help,” he is still laughing, “You should’ve seen your face.”

It’s extremely rare for Kaveh to see a silly side of Alhaitham, let alone seeing him laughing like this. Kaveh stares dazedly at him, completely forgetting why he was mad in the first place.

“You can have the Aranara,” Alhaitham says with a smile, “Will you get off me now? Although I don’t really mind—-”

Kaveh interrupts this sentence with a cough, just realizing what a dangerous position they are in. He shifts to move out of the way, but at this moment, a small piece of paper falls of the bag and lands on Alhaitham’s chest.

The Scribe’s eyes widen as he moves to reach for it, but Kaveh is quicker.

Seeing what’s on there, he is speechless.

Alhaitham covers his face again, but his ears are turning visibly red. The worse thing is, Kaveh can also feel his face burning too.

“You carved this,” he asks softly, “for me?”

After a while, Alhaitham admits with a sigh, “Yes.”

Kaveh is dumbfounded. He assumed that it was merely a commission. Never has he ever thought Alhaitham would go that far to do something like this for him.

“That’s why you’ve been coming home late for the past week!” Kaveh just remembers how unusual it was when he said that he needed to work overtime.

“You knowing this wasn’t part of the plan, I was too careless.” he says flatly and decides to pull himself up, unintentionally getting closer to Kaveh. “Now it’s good time for you to forget you have seen that workshop receipt.”

“Nuh-uh,” Kaveh pokes his chest, “This Aranara is now worth a million mora to me.”

“You have just burdened yourself with a new enormous debt then” Alhaitham teases.

“Hey!”

“I think wood craving has grown on me.” Alhaitham smiles, “So I’m afraid you’ll have to put up with these ugly figurines for now.”

“Come on, they are not that ugly,” Kaveh chuckles, “But we do need to set up a proper corner for them so they don’t disrupt the current aesthetic.”

The Scribe can’t help but roll his eyes at this comment.

“Seriously though, thank you” Kaveh softly touches his shoulder and looks directly into his eyes, “It’s the first time someone did something so special for me. I will always treasure it.”

The Scribe stares back at him and without a warning, Alhaitham pulls him into his arms and whispers to his hair, “Happy Birthday, Kaveh.”

After that, Collei, along with Cyno and Tighnari, burst open their front door right when they are still hugging in the hallway. Kaveh’s face turns as red as a tomato as Alhaitham helps him up on his feet.

The night cannot be more perfect. The house is filled with the smell of good food, laughers and joy. His most favorite dishes are laid out on the table and the gifts are waiting for him to open. Wine never tastes better and even Cyno’s jokes are funnier than usual.

Kaveh watches as everyone starts to eat and cheerfully discuss about what games they are going to play tonight. His heart aches a bit thinking of how much he does not want to ever lose this; his friends, his happiness, his home.

And when his eyes accidentally meet with Alhaitham’s, he cannot help but wonder, would things turn out differently if he hadn’t met the Scribe at the tavern that night where he had taken Kaveh in?

He tries harder now to stay happy, to actually listen to some of Alhaitham’s advice, the sensible ones at least.

“Don’t burden yourself with something unnecessary from the past and from the future”, he would say.

So instead of dwelling on the past regrets and unknown future, Kaveh thinks he is ready now to find comfort in the present happiness.

(END)

#happy birthday kave uwuwuwuwuw #the love of my life #genshin impact #kaveh #myart #alhaitham #kavetham #haikaveh fic #kavetham fic #mywriting #haikaveh #haikavetham #just realized i spelled kaveh wrong in the first tag like wat

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zhongrin · 1 year

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“honey, can you… help adjust my bra straps?”

— how does he react to your silly attempt to fluster him?

◇ characters ◇ zhongli, al haitham, ayato, childe, cyno, kaeya, wanderer, tighnari, diluc, kaveh, xiao

◇ tags ◇ gn pronouns but reader has boobs, fluff, crack, suggestive (al haitham, childe, ayato)

◇ a/n ◇ i have no idea where this idea came from but just take it off my hands thanks

𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

zhongli doesn't even flinch or blink. he merely smiles that mysterious and handsome smile of his, wordlessly standing behind you to calmly adjust the straps; making sure they’re fitted snugly, not too loose but not too tight, just the way he knows you like it.

he finishes with a soft, intimate kiss to the junction of your neck right after, and if he’s feeling risqué you might even feel a little nibble. it seems like the turns have tabled.

at your request, al haitham hums airily and does as asked, checking up on you every time he tightened the straps, to make sure they aren’t digging onto your shoulders. when he finishes, he tells you you look good and he can’t wait to pull them off you later in a matter-of-fact manner before going back to reading his book nonchalantly.

well then. guess you’ve gained an unplanned activity in your schedule today.

childe eyes you with mischief twinkling in his blue eyes, and if he judges that you’re indeed in a playful mood, he’ll slip his hands under your bra to grab your boobs, without any shame whatsoever. he laughs merrily if you protest and try to slap his hands away, but if you do anything borderline scandalous or tease back?

oh, you better be prepared, comrade.

diluc almost splutters in embarrassment, but he somehow barely manages to catch his composure from slipping at the very last moment.

he’s gentle as he fixes the straps, smoothening the stretchy fabric and making sure he’s not hurting you in any way as he adjusts it to your liking. your fiercely blushing lover presses a kiss to your shoulder when he’s done and avoids your eyes when you thank him.

go ahead, push him more, make him break that composure.

did you just try and fluster kaeya? welp, unfortunately for you, his instinct is to retaliate by teasing you to no end.

that is not to say that he doesn’t help, however. he’ll still do it, but you best be prepared for him doing so while whispering sweet nothings into your ear all the while. he chuckles when you tell him it’s enough, and with one last kiss on your cheek he walks away - but not before he lightly snaps one of the straps against your skin; not enough to hurt but just as a playful gesture.

better luck next time, darling.

wanderer rolls his eyes, “do it yourself,” he says with a huff. he can’t blush, but honestly, if he could, he probably would have - because seriously, what kind of stupid request did you just ask him to do??

it’s only when you huff back and threaten him with a hissy “fine then, i’ll just ask someone else.” does he relent.

he does it while grumbling all the while, by the way.

ayato merely chuckles and proceeds to tease you with a snarky “should i get a maid to help you get dressed from now on, dear?”

he ponders for a while as he touches the soft material and a cunning smile spreads across his handsomeness, along with a half-playful, half-serious, “actually, scratch the idea, i’d rather do the putting-on and taking-off myself.”

cyno splutters and chokes on his own spit at the sudden request.

for a moment, he’s utterly baffled; was this a normal request one would commonly ask of a lover? he has no idea, but he could never refuse you anyway, so he nervously does it under your guidance, ever so benignly, as if he’s afraid he’ll somehow hurt you in the process.

tighnari’s reply is as snarky as usual and accompanied by an affectionate roll of his eyes, “alright, your royal highness.”

he plays with the material for a while, trying to gauge your reactions, because he’s almost pretty sure that you don’t need actual help - that you’re just asking to get a rise out of him.

and if he judges that his hunch is correct? well, he’ll still help you, but he might bite you (lovingly) in retaliation.

kaveh can’t help his sappy ass from crooning and giving you an affectionate back hug while praising your ethereal beauty before actually doing the task you require him to do. he’s talking all the while about how pretty your skin is and how he loves seeing it in its most natural state with every discoloration and bumps and freckles and moles and all its perfection. but god forbid the strap was digging into your shoulder and leaving a red mark on your skin, for he would gasp in horror and offer you to buy a better brassiere that would fit you more with his nonexistent money.

it’s okay, he can just uh- sell some of this stuff. like... his rulers! yes. he can use his claymore to measure things, don’t you even worry!

xiao teleports away in embarrassment the first time it happened.

the second time, he freezes in place, eyes wide, cheeks bursting in red, before he teleports away into the wind. again.

the third time around, he reacts similarly, only this time, he’s scowling at you with those blushes on his cheeks instead of running away. in fact, he’s approaching you, and he grumbles a soft “you’re definitely doing this to tease me. no respect for the adepti.” his hand trembles as he helps you, but when you kiss him as thanks he thinks perhaps he wouldn’t mind suffering from embarrassment if you’re going to reward him this way.

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cranberryjuice-posts · 4 months

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GIRLIE I LOVED YOUR ATHENA DAUGHTER READER ‼️

also guess who’s back can i ask for a athena!daugter reader where it’s kinda like Annabeth trying to tell the reader that “hey clarisse is bad she tried to fucking kill percy she’s evil” and the reader us kinda tries to convince her that Clarisse really isn’t that bad😔

(i love your work girl and your end memes please do more 🔥‼️)

She’s the only one I got

Pairings - Clarisse La rue x daughter of Athena reader

An- fun-fact clarisse loves Dr Pepper It’s cannon Go read the sea of monsters. She’s literally perfect I can’t

An pt 2 - I Hope this is ok i wasn’t really sure what to write but it’s ok bc I’m just a girl

Pt 1 — Pt 2

Palestine aid link

“Are you serious?!” Annabeth yelled, a few of your other siblings backing her up.

You however were standing infront of the full length mirror inside your cabin fixing your outfit which was a pair of bellebottoms and a camp sweater. “Look Annie i get your our counselor and your the smartest out of us all but your not the smartest when it comes to relationships”

“And now she’s starting to sound like an Aphrodite kid” Malcom your brother rolled his eyes before returning to his book. You shot him a hateful look. “All right fine Your right I don’t get relationships like you but I do know clarisse”

“Really?” You sarcastically spoke just wanting the argument to be over. Grabbing some hoops you were deciding between the two different pairs. “Yeah, Clarisse is a hateful arrogant and rude person. She makes fun of our cabin with her siblings and didn’t she use to make fun of you to”

Deciding on the star shape hoop you put the earring in. “Fine! Fine ok I get it but I promise you clarisse is not like that ok she’s sweet, she loves me Annie why don’t you get that” you sighed facing your sister.

The shorter girl crossed her arms, leaning against a desk inside the studious cabin. “Because she’s a bitch”

“Language!”

“I’m 12 why are you giving me shit for cussing you cuss”

“Because I’m 16 you’ve still got two years before you morally can curse now stop.. damn about to make me get Luke” you sighed shaking your head. Facing back to the mirror you analyzed your look.

Annabeth rolled her eyes looking away for some time before facing you once again. “I still don’t trust you being alone with her..”

After finally having enough you turned towards the wiser girl. “Know what fine you can spy on us during our date today, then you’ll see she’s not such a terrible person and you’ll finally get off my ass… deal” you crossed your arms looking down at annabeth.

Your younger sister looked around for a moment feeling somewhat threatened by you before nodding in defeat. “Great” you sighed stepping back, grabbing a small drawstring bag and a book on the stars, you threw on your shoes before leaving.

——

You were sitting in a clearing in the woods, a blanket set out with some strawberries and a pack of Dr Pepper you bought from the Hermes cabin. Annabeth was positioned behind a tree with her cap of invisibility on.

Eventually clarisse showed up. “Five minutes late” you jokingly chastised her.

“Shut up I’m on time” she scoffed sitting down beside you on the blanket. Pulling you into her some she kissed you softly. Her hands finding themselves on your waist

Bringing yourself back you leaned over grabbing a soda, handing it over to the curly haired girl. “Mmhm so how was running around like a fool for the entire morning?”

Clarisse rolled her eyes taking the drink In a harsh joking manner. “First of all its called training and secondly it was actually alot of fun, how was staying up all night to just watch some stupid dots in the sky”

Scrunching your nose at the girl you gave her a sarcastic look. “Yeah you think your so funny huh”

“Yeah I do”

“Mmhm” you knew clarisse was looking at your lips— she wasn’t subtle about it. Tired of her just imagining it you leaned in kissing her again. The playful banter between you two faded away while clarisse deepened the kiss

As much as you wanted to makeout with your girlfriend you weren’t doing it infront of your sister. Pulling back you placed a hand on clarisses arm while darting your eyes to some trees around you with a smile.

The girl furrowed her eyebrows but made a signal to her head almost mimicking a hat. Nodding you knew clarisse understood annabeth was spying on you two.

“Whatever this is stupid” clarisse gave you a teasing look. “What being on a date with your girlfriend? Yeah it’s so stupid” you responded in the same tone.

Clarisse rolled her eyes. “You know that’s not. What I meant” shaking her head you watched as clarisse reached over to her spear grabbing a plastic bag.

Handing it over to you you looked inside. “No way clarisse did you”

“Yeah I did. Your not gonna embarrass me about it if I own up to it” she continued to mess with you. Opening the bag you smiled as your girlfriend made you chocolate chip cookies with the nymphs in the kitchen. “Your the sweetest you know” you becoming flustered while you looked at the treats.

She just rolled her eyes with a smile, laying down clarisse moved around to lay her head in your lap. “Woah careful clarisse you might admit you actually like me a boring Athena kid remember”

“Mmhm Same can be said about you what was that about me being a bitchy ares kid?” She bit back. Flicking her forehead lightly just to get back at her.

You smiled while playing with one of the girls curls. You loved clarisse, wanting to proudly say it but worried you’d scare the girl off so for now you’d settle on just this.. cute dates with her, sneaking into her cabin to spend the night with her and just enjoying the silence with her.

After some time you knew annabeth had left after all she had gotten all the proof she needed. Clarisse knew it to.

“I love you” it finally left your lips. You noticed clarisses body tense making you regret the decision immediately. Clarisse however grabbed your hand kissing your knuckles. “I guess I love you to”

“Shut up”

“Why You Said you loved me”

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Annabeth - Fine she’s not a bitch

Y/n - ANNABETH!

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Clarisse - *having a Stare off with annabeth*

Clarisse - do we have a Problem

Y/n - dude..

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hi lovely can i get a carmy x college reader where she comes to his for dinner when the dining hall food is bad 🥹🫶🏻

YES YOU CAN

he's grumbling, pouring over his notebook with a cigarette dangling from his lips. he can't get this one recipe right and it's pissing him the fuck off. he's so pissed, in fact, that he doesn't even hear the door unlock. he ends up throwing the notebook across the room, burying the heels of his palms in his eyesockets. suddenly, you feel really bad about coming here to bother him, trying to sneak back out.

"what're you doin' here, sugar?" he asks.

"was just leaving, i didn't wanna bother you." he sighs deeply, standing up from the floor. he walks over to you, taking your hands in his.

"what's going on?" you blink a few times, thinking about how stupid your disruption really is.

"the dining hall food is bad and i haven't really been eating much. came over here cause i was hungry and-"

"you wanted me to cook for ya, sugar?"

"yeah," you frown, "but you don't have to. you're stressed."

"and my girlfriend's hungry," he says, kissing your forehead. he squeezes your hands gently before pulling you into a hug, "what can i make for you?" as you think, he scoops you up and plops you on the counter, standing between your legs. he brushes your hair out of your face, smiling at you. the stress lines seem to melt away from his face the longer he looks at you.

“make me whatever you feel like making,” you say, smiling at him, “long as it’s warm, i don’t care, it’ll be yummy.”

“bear secret menu item?” you giggle at his words.

“you’re just saying that so you don’t have to admit to stealing syd’s ideas.”

“syd can butt the fuck out of my relationship.” he starts taking some ingredients out.

“nothing too elaborate, carm, just messy and warm.”

“are you hungry now or can you wait?”

“i can wait. i brought my bag, i’ve got some reading to do.” he nods. you slip off of the counter, grabbing your book and notes out of your bag while he starts to cook. the smells enter your nose while you study, and your stomach grumbles loudly.

“when was the last time you ate?”

“good food?” he laughs.

“any food, sugar.”

“i had… a cereal bar this morning.”

“that’s all?” you nod. he sighs.

“how about i make you dinner, and then get some stuff ready for leftovers?”

“please?” he laughs softly.

“‘course, princess.” he starts to chop up some veggies as you pull out your books and laptop. immediately, the stress of school comes back, and you find yourself rubbing at your forehead already. as you;’re getting into the nitty gritty of your notes from your lecture earlier today, you see a glass of wine get dropped off at the table.

“gotta relax more, sugar. all that stress is gonna take a toll on you.” you smile up at him, swirling the wine in your glass before taking a sip.

“you don’t like this one.” you say as he takes a sip as well, “you hate pinot.” he shrugs.

“pairs well with the food.”

“no it doesn’t.”

“no it doesn’t.” he nods, repeating what you said and agreeing. you smile as he turns around, taking a sip of his wine. you can see the sides of his neck tense up, and you imagine the scrunched up look on his face from the taste of the wine.

“carmy-”

“it’s good, yummy.” he says, taking another sip and fighting the sour look on his face.

“i love you.” you laugh. he grumbles and goes back to the kitchen to cook.

soon enough, you’ve got a steaming hot plate of food in front of you, and your laptop gets whisked away.

“eat, and then study if you need to, but you’re not touching this until your stomach is brimming with food. i’ve got seconds.”

“won’t you come eat with me?” you ask, a pout on your face. he tuts.

“yeah yeah.” he refills the wine glasses, his wine looking much darker than yours this go around.

“cab sauv? not the best pairing.”

“better than fucking pinot.”

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itsjusthockey · 6 months

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December - Adam Fantilli

Officially in Adam era. Enjoy

I miss him at Michigan

w.c: 1,923 (credit to gif maker)(don't steal my work)

You learned quickly that December is a lot colder without him here. All the Christmas lights seem a little less bright, the hot chocolate tastes a little more bland, and the joys of the season are still there, just slightly muted.

It wasn’t anyone’s fault. He was busy, so were you. College and hockey don’t stop, and the world will never cater to your relationship, no matter how much you wish it would sometimes. Instead, you both learned to figure it out. You FaceTime, call, and text as much as you can. Adam even suggested writing letters, but with his handwriting, you suggested something else.

You both send each other care packages, his typically filled with snacks you knew he’d love or books you insist he needs to read. Yours were always filled with new merchandise and one of his sweatshirts that still smelled like him. It is a good system, and you love how you make it work. But alas, Adam isn’t in Michigan, and you wish every night that he was.

A pound on your door jolts you out of your daze, and you check what time it is on your phone; it’s around 6:30, and you aren’t expecting anyone to your apartment. You’re confused when you look through the little peephole, but that all of a sudden disappears when your second favorite Fantilli is on the other side of the door. He’s not alone either, standing patiently with Rutger.

Each boy is clad in Michigan gear from head to toe, and Luca giggles about something when you open the door. The boys turn to you with the wildest smile that immediately makes you suspicious.

“What do I owe this pleasure?” You ask, narrowing your eyes a bit.

The boys dramatically roll their eyes, and Rutger places his hand on his heart in mock betrayal.

“Are we not allowed to visit our favorite person ever?”

You roll your eyes at Rutger and shift in the doorway, opening space for them. With bright smiles, they shuffle in, dropping their bags and immediately making themselves comfortable. So comfortable, in fact, Rutger opens your fridge and grabs out Capri Sun.

“I love this, don’t get me wrong, but why’re you here? I know you’ve both had a busy day.”

The pair grow quiet, and Rutger looks toward Luca to lead.

“Adam said you were a bit sad today.” Luca pipes up. “And we’re good at making you happy.

A small part of you feels terrible; it’s not their job to check on you, but most of you want to cry happy tears. You love these boys, and it means a lot that they still care about you, even when Adam is gone.

“So, we’re taking you out. No arguments, go change.” Rutger says, shooing you to your bedroom.

You give in because, of course, you do. It has been a bit of a rough day, and it didn’t help that your boyfriend has only texted you a few times today, telling you about how busy his weekend is going to be and he might not be around much.

You pull on some of Adam’s old Michigan gear, and within a few minutes, you’re walking out of your apartment with the boys. They don’t tell you where they’re taking you, but you just follow, content with being with your friends.

“She actually said that to her face?” Luca asks in disbelief.

You are telling the boys about some friend drama when you reach your destination. It’s a cute little pasta place close to campus, and It is one of your favorite spots. Adam took you here a lot in the last year, and you haven’t been able to go as often now that he’s been gone.

You smile as you follow Luca in, Rutger trailing behind you as you continue telling your story. Soon enough, you’re seated in a booth, food ordered, and you’re listening to them tell you about their own lives, hockey, and whatever the hell else.

You’re soaking up every minute with them, and you realize as you’re talking that you miss being around them. You miss the jokes, the laughs, the chaos, and you know that you have to get out of this little funk. They’re still your best friends, and you have to start seeing them more.

The pasta comes, and you dive in. It tastes like heaven, and you’re transported back to all the times you’ve eaten this meal with Adam. Your heart twinges slightly, but you shove the emotion down and continue laughing with the boys.

“So what’d you get A for Christmas?” Luce asks, mouth full of pasta. “Promise I won’t tell.”

You shrug your shoulders a bit. “A couple of little things. But I was thinking about visiting him, but I’m not sure he has time.”

You looked into it a bunch, but every weekend before Christmas was jam-packed in both of your schedules.

“You guys will figure it out.” Luca hums.

“Yeah, besides, he hasn’t seen you in a while, and I bet all he wants is to unwrap you like a pres-“

“Gross Rut,” Luca interrupts him, and you both laugh at his disgusted face.

The rest of the meal goes by, and at the end of it, you’re feeling much better about life. You’re super happy with this reunion, and you want it to continue, but Luca's phone buzzes on the table, and he gives Rutger a look.

“Ready to go?” Rutger asks, and you nod, heading back outside into the Michigan cold.

It’s a beautiful night, and when you step out, you see that light snow has started to fall. It looks picturesque as you stare at the snow and the decorations for the season. You feel your heart swell, then get slightly sad again, but you smile anyway.

“It’s perfect out.” You whisper to the pair, and they nod. “Are you guys going to come back up? Watch a movie or something?”

The pair share a quick look, and Rutger shakes his head.

“We can’t, we gotta head back.”

You’re a bit disappointed, but you don’t show it. They both have lives, and you can’t expect them to stay forever just because you’re a little lonely.

“All good, this was so nice. Thanks, you guys.”

Both the boys smile at you, and you walk back to your apartment. It’s still snowing, and when you reach the building, they stop at the entrance.

“Are you good to go back up yourself? My mom’s calling me.” Luca says quickly.

You nod your head, say a quick goodbye, and watch as the boys walk briskly away. You’re a bit confused, but you wave anyway as they speed off.

You make your way to the elevator, and you feel good as you climb the floors. You’re happy you got to spend time with some of your favorite boys, even if it was just for a while.

When you step out of the elevator and round the hall to your place, you smell a Christmas candle, and a wave of nostalgia hits you. It’s your favorite Christmas scent, and you almost want to cry. However, you don’t because as you come to your door, you realize the smell is wafting from your apartment.

You’re so completely lost, but when you unlock the door, everything falls into place.

There he is, standing in the center of your apartment wearing a cozy ugly Christmas sweater you’d bought him and smiling as though he’s the happiest man in the world.

You freeze, taking in the decorated apartment. You see a small little Christmas tree with a few presents, lights that line the space, and your favorite fucking candle lit on your dining table.

You drop your keys to the floor, and tears flow as he crosses the room to meet you. When he envelops you in his arms, you cry even harder, knowing that this is probably the happiest moment you’ve had in a long time.

“Hey baby,” Adam says into your hair. “Merry Christmas.”

You release him just enough to see his face. His beard has grown back, his eyes are a little glossy, too, and his smile is one of the brightest you’ve ever seen.

“Did you miss me?” He asks, wiping a tear from your face.

You pull back even further and give him a slight glare. “Yes, you asshole.”

You pull him back in, but this time, you pull him down slightly to meet his lips for the first time. In a simple moment, it’s like a world of color appears again before your closed eyes. Almost every thought in your brain is stripped out and replaced with him. He’s here. Really here. He’s here pressing his lips to yours and pulling you closer. He’s cupping your face, running his hand up and down your back and into your hair. He tastes familiar, and everything about him makes you feel complete. You finally feel whole again within his arms.

When you finally convince yourself to pull away, you meet his eyes again. You want to tell him you love him, but instead, your brain fails to string any thoughts together. So you simply pull him back to you and hope your kiss will show him those three words.

———————-

The night goes by slowly, and you couldn’t be more thankful. You spend hours talking, laughing, and staying cuddled on your couch. Only removing yourself when it gets late enough and you can barely keep your eyes open. You eventually make it to your bed, and everything is right as you lay against Adam’s chest, listening to his heart steadily beating.

“So Luca and Rut were your pawns?” You ask Adam, tracing little shapes on his chest.

He lets out a small laugh, and it's music to your ears.

“I mentioned I needed help surprising you, and the team had to draw names to see who would be the distraction.”

You smile at the thought and cuddle even closer to him.

“I missed you.” You say after a minute.

You grin as he pulls you impossibly closer and kisses you gently on the head.

“I know,” he says. “But this doesn’t last forever. It’s just tough right now.”

You nod, agreeing with him. Right now, it sucks, but soon enough, you’ll be done with school, and he’s already out there making a name for himself. You know he knows how proud you are of him, and you support his dreams, even if it means you have to spend a couple of years like this.

You have your own life and your own dreams to keep you busy. But even then, you crave being with one another, and a piece you is always missing when he isn’t around you. But you do it anyway. You love him, and it’s these little moments that remind you why you put yourself through the pain. When he’s with you, when you’re together, everything is aligned, and it's nothing but perfection.

Yeah, December might be much colder when he isn’t with you, but when he is, it’s like you’re on fire. The only feeling you have is endless warmth.

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bloatedandalone04 · 1 year

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➪the one where jack's career takes off and you're left alone.

Part 2

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, gaslighting, hehe

Word Count: 3.1k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine <3

You were proud. Beyond proud, even.

Jack’s career was taking off fast, you barely had a second to let it all sink in. You could only imagine how he was feeling.

The TV was on in the basement of his house, his mom’s cooking making its way down the stairs and emitting a growl from your stomach. Jack, who was sitting next to you, smirked as he took his eyes off his phone. You refused to make eye contact as your face heated up in a blush. “Stop staring at me,” you mumble as you continue to scroll through your Instagram feed.

Jack laughed as he pocketed his phone. “I told you to eat something before I picked you up,” he shook his head as your thumb continued scrolling, though you were no longer paying any attention to what the posts were displaying. “It’s not my fault you never listen to me.”

“I listen to you all the time,” you say back, deciding to just turn off your phone as you had become distracted by him. “You’re the one who wouldn’t let me go to the store to grab some of those chips I like.”

He laughed again and scoffed slightly. “You have, like, three bags of them at your place,” he pointed out and you turned to face him.

“But I don’t have any here,” you reply and watch as he shakes his head.

Just then, the door to the basement opens and his mom calls down that dinner was ready, unknowingly making your shoulders drop in relief. Jack, who turned to call back to his mother, gave you a smile and shrug when he faced you again. “There, problem solved,” he said as he stood up and held his hand out to you.

As soon as you took it, the TV switched programs and began playing the teaser trailer for Avatar: The Way of Water. You were only half way up when you sat back down again and tugged on his hand. “Ooh, look,”

Jack looked at the screen and felt his heart skip a beat at what was currently playing. “Seriously?” He asked no one in particular, his face heating up in embarrassment. He looked back down at you and his expression softened when he saw your look of excitement. “We’re not watching the whole thing, right? I’m probably not even in this one.”

As soon as he said that, the scene changed to show his character, Spider, in all his glory. You squealed in excitement as you tightened your hold on his hand and pulled yourself up. You wrapped your arms around his neck in a hug as you turned away from the screen. “I’m so proud of you,” you say and pepper his face with kisses. “Look, you’re on TV!”

Jack laughed as he wrapped his arms around your middle, the feeling of contentment washing away any ounce of embarrassment he felt at the fact that damn near every channel on TV had begun showing the trailer for the film.

If only you had known that this would be one of your last good memories you share with him, maybe then you would have savored the moment a little bit longer.

Jack <3: I miss you so much. Today has gone by so slowly.

You smiled down at the text, hiding your phone behind the table as you didn’t want to risk getting kicked out of class. This final year of high school was brutal, and in more ways than one.

Jack was away filming Scream VI, so the person who provided you with the most comfort was thousands of miles away. You were close to failing one of your classes, one required to get your diploma, and you recently had a fallout with your close friend.

So, yeah, things could definitely be going better.

Tell me about it. Chemistry is NOT fun. I miss you, too, btw.

You hit send just as your teacher looked up from his desk. Hiding your phone, you give him a tight lipped smile and a thumbs up, something he squints his eyes at before he is back to grading papers.

Your phone vibrates against your leg and you grab your book, opening it to make it look like you were reading from it, when in reality you were unlocking your phone.

Jack <3: I still don’t know why you chose that over drama. Acting is fun and easy.

You playfully roll your eyes and glance at the teacher before typing out a response.

Says the actor.

Jack <3: Fair enough.

You hold back a sigh as you put your phone in your bag. You couldn’t wait for him to come home. Granted, he just left and would be in Montreal for a couple more months. This was probably the first time you’ve ever wished for a summer to fly by. After spending almost every day with Jack, it was hard to go even a week without him. The thought of spending damn near a whole summer without him had your heart aching.

Two weeks in and you missed him more than words could describe. Stupid high school. Stupid long distance relationships.

Even though he texted you every day, or called you on the odd day, it still didn’t soothe your aching heart. You were so young, but that didn’t stop the love between you from growing stronger by the minute. A year and a half is a long time for young love.

Every time you looked at your phone you were met with his picture as your lock screen. It sent a jolt of pain directly to your heart whenever you looked at his smiling face and you silently cursed yourself for being so in love with him.

High school ended, as did the summer, and you couldn’t be more content. You couldn’t be happier.

September was nearly here, meaning the summer without Jack was over.

That’s who you were with now.

The TV was once again on, and like last time, neither of you were paying attention to it. Both your phones were turned off and placed on the coffee table a few feet away.

Your body was trapped between the backrest of the couch and Jack’s chest, his arms wrapped tightly around you and his chin resting on the top of your head. It had been like this for days, with the both of you wrapped up in each other’s arms without any words being said.

It was like no time at all had passed since you last saw each other, let alone a whole summer. Everything fell back into place and the two of you were reunited once again. You weren’t sure when he’d be called away for his job again, so you were spending every possible second you had with him. You hadn’t seen your own room in days as you’d been staying with him since he came back home, something you both had no problem with.

If there was one thing Jack hated about his job, and he wouldn’t even go as far as saying he hated it, really, it was the months he’d spend away from you. He hadn’t met you yet when he was filming Avatar, so he only had to worry about missing his family and friends. Then he fell in love with you.

The ache he felt in his heart during the entirety of filming Scream VI was only completely dulled when he returned home and found comfort in your arms. The months that passed were only being fueled by his want to return to you, the one person he felt his happiest with.

Despite knowing you for only two years, you play a big part in who he is and who he wants to be in his future. You are his future. He was young, damn near too young to be planning things with you this early in his life, but he couldn’t see it happening any other way.

He couldn’t see himself loving anyone else.

That’s how the rest of the summer went. Actually, that’s how the rest of the year went.

December came fast and that’s when everything changed.

Avatar: The Way of Water was officially released. Spider was officially introduced to the world, and Jack had never felt more excited. It had been years since he filmed his scenes for this movie, and to see it all come together was emotional.

You were his date to the premiere, something he had asked you months beforehand so you would be prepared, and to see Jack on the big screen had you crying half an hour in. The person you saw in front of you was one you didn’t know. You were complete strangers at the time of him filming this, and it was a big contrast to the version of him sitting next to you now, his hand holding yours tightly.

It was that night when the inevitable happened.

The movie was a massive hit, and though Spider was a character not many people liked, Jack was definitely a natural newcomer that had stolen the hearts of many fans.

His Instagram followers grew with each passing day and you were grateful that the posts he had with you on his account were swarmed with kind comments. You knew that his career would take off fast once his movies hit the theaters, so you were prepared when your own comments began filling with fans of his. Mostly on the posts that involved him, mainly the birthday one you had uploaded a few weeks ago.

Jack was called away for press tours and interviews and promo after promo.

It was a miracle when he found the time to just sit and facetime you.

The smile you were met with when you answered the call was enough to make you forget about the feeling of loneliness that had slowly started creeping into your body.

At the end of the day, he was still yours.

“Hi,” you say and place your phone on your desk, standing it up so you could go back to applying your makeup.

“Hi, baby,” he said back and you don’t bother hiding the smile that took over your face at the pet name. “What are you doing?”

You drop the brush you were using back into the container and meet his eyes. “I’m just getting ready to go out,”

Jack nodded before a teasing grin took over his face. “Got a hot date tonight?”

You rolled your eyes. “Depends, are you coming home tonight?”

Your question made his heart skip a beat. Home. God, he missed you. He was sick of staying at these hotels with the rest of the cast. All he wanted was to come home to you. He feared he was beginning to lose touch with how his life was before all of this, and the thought of getting caught up in everything had his heart racing.

“I wish I was,” he said quietly.

“Yeah,” you trail off. “Me too.”

A silence took over and you finished applying eyeshadow before you looked back down at your phone.

“I’m just going out with some friends from high school,” you answered his previous question after realizing you never actually told him what your plans were.

Jack nodded again before he gave you a boyish grin. He watched as you coated your lips in a shiny gloss before he sighed, “You are so pretty,”

Your face heats up and you refuse to meet his eyes as you begin cleaning up the surface of your desk. When you finally look at him, you find him already looking at you, his eyes full of love and longing. “I miss you,” you say as you grab your phone again. You stay seated as you hold the device closer to you, your eyes never leaving your boyfriend’s.

“I miss you, too,” he says back. “You have no idea how much I wish I could’ve taken you with me.”

You look away and chew on your freshly glossed bottom lip. “Can you promise me something?”

You hear the sound of shuffling and glance down to see that Jack had sat up to give you his full attention. “Of course,” he sounded unsure and you were beginning to question if you even had a right to be asking him this.

“Maybe it’s not my place to ask this, but,” you trail off, unknowingly making Jack’s heart fill with a sense of dread. You continued before he could call you out on it, though. “Just, don’t forget about me, okay? Please.”

You felt pathetic for asking him that, but it was the only way to let him in and allow him to see what the change was doing to you without actually telling him. You were terrified of losing him and it felt as though it was gonna happen sooner or later.

“Y/n,” he said sternly, making you meet his eyes through the screen. “Nothing could ever make me forget you. I love you and I miss you more than you know. I mean, I’m in the middle of doing press tours for the movie I was in and all I can think of is coming back home to you.”

You felt dumb for feeling the way you did. Jack was living his dream and you were worried about him forgetting you when all he ever did was shower you with love and affection. There was nothing to worry about. “I’m sorry,”

“I love you,” he said again and you smiled at him, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes, something he noticed. “We’re gonna be fine. I promise.”

You nodded and continued to listen to him go on about how much fun he was having with the cast before your friend texted you to let you know that she was here to pick you up.

The call ended on a good note. A great one, even.

Things were going well.

Until they weren’t.

The release of Scream VI hit Jack’s career hard and completely flipped his world around.

People absolutely adored Ethan and were infatuated with the face who played him. Jack went from a newcomer with a small fanbase to millions of people obsessing over him within the span of a few hours.

Of course, you were his plus one to the premiere, and you got emotional at the way he played his character, your hand wrapped around his. You thought back to what you were doing when he was filming it, still stuck in high school and thousands of miles away from him. This person on the screen was one you knew, you loved, and belonged to you.

That was something a few people didn’t seem to realize. After gaining over five hundred thousand followers, some of his fans stumbled across his posts with you. Long story short, your comments were filled with hate and jealousy and envy. You made your account private a couple of days after the film was released.

That didn’t stop them from filling his comments.

She’s mid fr.

She needs to get away from my man.

Ew.

You can do better.

God, people were brutal.

Jack had no knowledge of the harassment you were receiving, but how could he? He was busier than ever and was once again off doing interviews and press tours.

You were alone again.

You knew what would happen to your relationship when he became a big time actor. You were prepared. You would have to share him with the world, and you thought you were prepared for that.

But, honestly, who were you kidding?

And what made things worse was when he slowly stopped answering your texts.

He was busy, you got that, but he would go days without talking to you, some of which were his most active days on social media.

It shouldn’t be like this.

Just the other day you were scrolling on TikTok and one of his videos came up. You looked through the comments and saw that he answered one that asked if he had a girlfriend.

The simple ‘yes’ made you feel both annoyed and reassured. You weren’t sure where you stood with him, so knowing that he was still at least somewhat involved in the relationship was comforting. On the other hand, seriously, he can answer a stranger’s comment but not a text from his girlfriend of two years?

You felt like a burden at this point.

Days go by without a word from him and you were beginning to lose control over your emotions. Your eyes ached from all the crying you did behind closed doors, and your heart felt as if it was decaying each day you were left unanswered.

What excuse would he have if he ever decided to answer you? He got so busy that he forgot to check his texts? His phone number was leaked and he was bombarded with random messages to the point that yours were so far down?

That would make you happy, you think.

Anything but the alternative.

He forgot about you.

Or he forgot how to be a boyfriend.

Or how to be a decent fucking human being.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting when you got ready for your date with him. It was planned weeks ago, set for the day after he returned home.

Your texts went unanswered, but you got ready anyway.

This was a test - one you hoped he passed.

But, as the day turned into night with no sign of him, you felt the last piece of your heart break. You also felt the last piece of your self control snap.

He failed.

You grab your phone and click on his contact, not bothering to roll your eyes once you were sent to his voicemail. “Hey, it’s me. Um, you failed the test I gave you,” you say and quickly wipe away a tear that slipped down your face. “I don’t know what happened to us or what happened to you, but I’m…I’m done.”

You glance at your nightstand and pause when you see the framed picture of the two of you. If you could turn back time and go back to how things were at the time it was taken, you would in a heartbeat.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t enough for you, I really wish I was. You meant everything to me and I wish you kept your promise,” you continued to look at the picture as you thought of what else was left to say. “Good luck with everything. I wish you nothing but the best, and, yeah. I’m done. Goodbye.”

You hang up and toss your phone on your bed, grabbing the picture afterwards. You stare at it for a few more seconds, and slowly your sadness turns to rage.

Another second goes by before your hand moves and throws the frame across the room. It hits the wall opposite from you and you hear the glass shatter before it hits the ground.

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nolita-fairytale · 11 months

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burn your life down | chef luca x fem!reader | chapter four

summary: you and luca go to the ballet, bringing up a very important question: is this, and could it be, a date?

warnings: fluff, eventual smut, eventual angst not use of y/n, conversations about divorce, second person pov, swearing, danish inaccuracies, very little connection to the world of the bear.

word count: 3.3k

a/n: this chapter is all about things left unsaid, the pining TM and yearning TM. shoutout to @arctvrvs who recommended onegin, as the ballet they go to see. thank you again for all the shares, reblogs, comments! let me know if you'd like to be added or removed from the taglist!

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You: I have your book. Devoured it over the weekend.

Luca: Glad you liked it.

You did like it?

You: No, I clearly hate-read it one weekend.

I’m kidding.

Of course I liked it!

Luca: You’re hilarious 🙄

You: I can return it to you later today.

If you have a free minute.

Luca: For you? Always.

Come by the restaurant?

You: Done. See you later.

Text exchanges like this have become more and more regular between you and Luca and it makes you question why you’d ever been so hesitant to tell him about your ex husband in the first place. You know part of the answer: you’d been afraid – afraid of what he’d say, afraid it’d be too much for him, afraid it’d scare him away – and yet, your admission seems to have only brought you closer.

Which is a fact that makes you feel incredibly seen and also scares the shit out of you.

But, with Luca’s copy of A Work In Progress: A Journal tucked underneath your arm, you decide you’ll conquer one mountain at a time as you come in through the doors of the closed restaurant.

“Oi!” one of Luca’s pastry chefs, a burlier man with deep brown eyes and a beard that only facial hair enthusiasts could dream of hollers, in an attempt to grab Luca’s attention when you enter the pastry room. The man follows up his exclamation with something muttered in Danish – something that almost sounds like a cat call directed towards the head pastry chef.

Hey, loverboy. Come get your girlfriend.

You and Luca lock eyes from across the room, and you watch as his face simultaneously lights up as he sees you, while glowering in his coworkers direction. Luca shouts a ‘shut it, mate’ in return before approaching you,

“Did he just-?” you ask him, with a small laugh.

“Call you my girlfriend? Yes,” Luca admits, a blush running across his cheeks as he looks down, embarrassedly.

Brown-eyed-bearded-burly-chef exchanges glances with another chef, focused on weighing dough on a food scale, before asking you with an intrigued hint in his voice:

“You speak Danish?”

“Barely,” you answer, an apologetic half smile on your face.

He exchanges a knowing look with the other pastry chef in response, then snickers, because he really is only trying to be a good wingman here.

“I don’t know what the hold up is… but I see it,” he says in English this time, his Danish accent thick as he wags his finger towards the both of you, earning another glare from Luca.

“Okay, let’s step outside,” Luca hurries, ushering you out of the kitchen and into the empty dining room with a hand on your upper back.

Your laugh echoes in the barren dining room, since pastry prep starts so damn early in the morning, and the physical restaurant doesn’t open for service till evening.

“Again, I’m terribly sorry about him,” Luca apologizes, a little more flustered than you expected him to be.

“No, it’s okay,” you reassure him with a warm smile. “If anything, you at least now know you’ve got a great wingman when you need one.”

You watch a brief flash of, well you’re not sure what, flash across Luca’s face as he wonders if that’s what you’re hoping for. Instead of overthinking it, wondering why you’d want his coworker to act as his wingman in the first place, he pushes it to the back of his mind, moving forward with what he’d planned on bringing up with you anyways.

“Your book, sir,” you say, handing Luca his copy of the book.

“I’m glad you liked it,” he grins.

“Yeah, thanks for lending it to me. Took me a few weekends to carve out the time but… once I started, I couldn’t put it down,” you inform him, gushing over the borrowed book.

“I have something for you,” Luca states, as he pulls out a white envelope from one of his apron pockets. “In return.”

“Awww. Don’t tell me you went through all this trouble to get me a bookmark and when I’ve already finished it,” you banter with him, playfully.

“They’re not bookmarks,” he smirks, as he looks at you with those electrifyingly blue eyes.

“Ah, tell me more,” you encourage him, curiously.

“They’re tickets,” he answers, handing you the envelope.

“Oh.”

Before you can wonder whether Luca went out of his way to purchase you tickets to the ballet, he continues with his explanation.

“Yeah we’ve got this regular diner. Always entertaining, bringing in investors, board members, the likes... Turns out he’s the Artistic Director of The Royal Danish Ballet. Hooks us up with tickets all the time,” Luca says.

“Couldn’t make it opening night so but what do you say… to a performance of Onegin Thursday night?” he continues. “That is if you can – if you want – to take the night off.”

“With you?” you ask, a glimmer of hope in your eyes.

“Yeah, if you’d like,” Luca answers. “Figured I owed you after you purchased the Jazz Fest tickets.” Taking a more playful approach, almost as if he’s testing you as he adds: “Unless there’s something other bloke you wanna take instead of-.”

“No!” you protest, quick to correct him. “I mean, yes. I want to go. With you. Let me see what I can do scheduling wise.”

Was this a date? You wonder to yourself.

For whatever reason, this proposal feels much more like a date than anything else you’ve done with him so far. Bike rides to bakeries, walks through the park, even asking Luca to join you for Jazz Fest with tickets you purchased almost a year ago, still haven't felt this monumental.

But a night at the ballet?

A night of getting dressed up and taking off work to spend time with each other?

This feels much more like a date.

And you might even be excited about the prospect of having one with him, with Luca specifically, something you haven’t felt for anyone in a long time.

“Just let me know,” Luca says, coolly, followed by his oh-so-charming-crooked smile.

By the time you take this… proposition – taking off a night at the restaurant for a maybe-a-date-with-Luca – Mathilde and Jesper are practically pushing you out of the restaurant swearing that if you don’t go, they’ll write you out of the business partnership, and that Mathilde is more than happy to run the kitchen all by herself that night.

While you appreciate the support, it feels like it add pressure – expectations, really – to Thursday night.

You push the thought from your head, choosing to charge forward despite your nerves, before sending Luca your official yes via text message.

So… what does one wear to the ballet?

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You settle on a silky white slip dress with thin straps, a sweetheart neckline, and a slit in the skirt that travels up the leg in a way that’s revealing yet still appropriate. You’ve draped a blazer across your shoulders because you can’t be bothered to properly put it on during the warmest month of the year but you know you’ll want it when you’re inside of the Opera House. You slip on a black kitten heel to match your bag, then pull your hair back into a loose ponytail, allowing the stray pieces of hair that fall out of it to frame your face.

It’s not until Luca shows up at your flat with a text that he’s here, do you make your way outside. Your head is buried in your bag, taking a last minute inventory, ensuring you have what you need for the night: phone, keys, ID, extra lip gloss…

“Hi,” he says on an exhale, as soon as he sees you.

There’s something in his voice that sounds different, you note, as you lift your head to look at him.

Holy. Shit…

Fuck me, you think to yourself, as soon as you see him. He’s dressed in black slacks with a blazer to match, layered over a white button down worn without a tie, and pristine white trainers that you can’t help but notice.

It’s classic – classy – with a little bit of swag from the trainers that feels… pleasantly unexpected. You look like one of those hip couples that decided to stick it to tradition and get married at the courthouse with a dope photoshoot instead.

“Hi,” is all that comes out of your mouth, your eyes wide as the two of you stare each other down.

Yeah, this really feels like a date now.

“Hi,” he says in return before exhaling. “You look great.”

He’s grinning from ear to ear now, and the man cannot take his eyes off of you.

“I-,” you start, as you gather your words, reminding yourself that you do in fact know the English language. As your words come back to you, you take a more playful approach instead, making up for lost wit as you say:

“You don’t look too bad yourself.”

Luca smirks, a twinkle in his eye that tells you he’s pretty damn enchanted by you right now. The two of you share a look – one that feels very not-friendly, emphasizing just how much more date-like this seems to be.

“Shall we?” he asks you, offering out his arm for you to take.

“Let’s,” you answer, taking it as he escorts you to the metro.

You and Luca look wildly out of place while waiting for the metro, then on the metro as you make your way to the Royal Danish Opera House in your dressier-than-normal apparel. You share small talk while you wait on the platform, ramblings over your day and then his while finding a place to sit, then nervous giggles and flirtatious stolen glances while seated next to each other on your journey.

It’s nice to be reminded that you haven’t entirely forgotten how to flirt.

From its shoreside location to its sparkling interior, the Royal Danish Opera House is awe inspiring. You take it all in as you and Luca settle into your seats and a comfortable quiet intimacy as you look over your programs, just before the show begins.

Onegin, you come to find as the show begins, is a story of unrequited love, missed changes, and ‘too little, too late.’ Its relevance is not lost on you as you watch as the young country girl falls in love with the worldly Count. She is young, naive, a hopeless romantic, perhaps the character you would’ve related to when you were younger – before your marriage ended. A younger version of you might laugh at the fact that you somehow find yourself relating more to the Count. He’s cold, jaded, a pessimist even, only to be rejected when he realizes he missed his chance at love so many years ago.

You steal a glance in Luca’s direction, his eyes fixed to the tragedy that plays out on the stage in front of you.

He really is stunning, you think to yourself, as you carefully examine the near-perfect symmetry of his face, before returning your focus back to the performance.

To say that you haven’t noticed the way Luca looks at you would be a lie. And you can’t help but notice how eager you’ve been lately to find any excuse to spend extra time with him too.

But you can’t help wondering about just how ready you are – how and when you might know when you’ll be ready:

Ready to date. Ready to open yourself up to someone. Ready to fall in love again.

Would you know when it was time? And was this a sign – meeting Luca – that it’s time for a new beginning now?

But what if it weren’t? What if you weren’t ready now? Then what?

It’s not like you’d expect for Luca to wait for you or anything, but the idea of a new beginning, of falling in love again, of possibly getting your heart broken again instills the kind of terror in you that shakes you to your very core.

But what if this was your only chance?

You can’t imagine Luca would be single for much longer – the fact that he even is now completely perplexes you – and you’re sure that he has an entire roster of women lining up, ready to take your place. Not that you feel like it’s your place now, though you’re not sure where he’d have the time to entertain an entire roster of women with how much time you’ve been spending together lately.

You push the thoughts from your mind, trying your best to focus on the dancers, even though it’s the thing that’s got you pensive in the first place.

And it’s almost as if, right on cue, the minute you turn your attention away from Luca, his eyes are on you, admiring the way that you marvel at the story unfolding in front of you.

Luca smiles to himself, in pure disbelief that the same woman who brought him much needed inspiration could also be the same woman he’s begun to have feelings for. He finds you extraordinary: you’re funny, you’re incredibly talented, and you make his heart skip a beat every single time you walk into a room. He doesn’t know which deities to thank for meeting you, but he’s sure he must’ve done something right in a past life for it to bring you to him in this one.

He’s glad you told him – about your ex husband, about the divorce – and while it’s filled in some blanks for him, it’s also brought up more questions. Questions like:

Were you even interested in dating? Were you ready to start dating because he couldn’t blame you if you weren’t? And if you were, would you be interested in dating him?

These last few months of getting to know each other have been wonderful – and he’s thoroughly enjoyed getting to know you as friends – but Luca wants more. He wants to hold your hand while walking along the Nyhavn waterfront. He wants to press a kiss to your lips when you stop by the restaurant as he’s getting off shift, before heading into your own. He wants to wrap you up in his arms, curl his body around yours as you settle in with him on your shared couch after a long night at the restaurant, going on about your new special, or your recently hired line-cook-in-training.

Luca wants to call you his, and he wants nothing more than for you to call him yours. He yearns for the quiet domesticity he thinks he could have with you – one he knows he could have with you.

He doesn’t want to miss his chance. It’s why he asked you that question when you told him about your ex husband – are you still in love with him? – because Luca can’t bear the thought of falling in love with a woman already in love with another man.

He replays the answer in his head – no, I’m not in love with him – almost as if he’s reassuring himself.

Luca knows what he needs to do. He just needs to talk to you and tonight feels like as good of a time as any to do so, considering you’re practically on a date. Luca makes up his mind about it – that he’ll bring it up after the performance, maybe even ask you on a proper date.

As the performance ends, the two of you applaud with the rest of the theatre before exiting the performance space. You and Luca linger outside of the theatre, watching the other patrons walk by, arrange rides for themselves, head out for a night cap. He’s working up the nerve to bring up the conversation, watching your lips carefully as you go on about the performance, a brilliance in your eyes that he notices you get whenever you talk about something you’re passionate about.

You’re in the middle of dissecting the end of Act Two as he Luca abruptly blurts out:

“You hungry?”

You pause as your mouth hangs agape, noticing that’s something different, that’s something’s shifted between the two of you.

“Uh… no. Don’t you have to be up early tomorrow?” you ask back, hesitantly.

“Ehm. Yes, I do. But eh, I don’t know. I’d ehm, I’d be up for a bite. If you are,” Luca manages to explain because he’s not ready for the night to end.

You can feel it – the tension between the two of you hangs thickly in the air – and you know this isn’t just a ‘let’s go out for a bite’ kind of ask.

You wondered how you’d feel when this moment came, and instead of being ecstatic, instead of wanting to jump at the chance, the panic sets in, filling your belly with the urge to jump into harbour instead.

You wish you felt differently – you want to feel differently – but you don’t.

So instead, you stammer out a:

“I think I’m just ready to head home, but you should go. If you want to. I think I’m just going to walk home or-.”

“Don’t be silly. I’ll take you home,” Luca offers.

You hesitate before agreeing, “Uh… yeah. Okay. As long as you don’t mind.”

“Of course not,” Luca says as he places a gentle hand between your shoulder blades, guiding you in the direction of home. “I’d rather know you got home safe.”

You nod, instantly filled with guilt as Luca’s demeanor changes, his facial expression moving from somewhat-confused-and-disappointed to one of concern, kindness, and genuine care.

What the hell is wrong with you? You think to yourself.

But you know you can’t push it – you can’t push yourself to be ready, to open up – regardless of how perfect Luca is.

As Luca walks you home, there’s a palpable shift in the dynamic between the two of you. He seems cautious, almost as if he’s tiptoeing around you, uncertain about where the two of you stand. And truthfully, he is uncertain. He’s worried that he scared you off, if he came on too strong, if his ask changes something between the two of you. Luca realizes tonight is perhaps not the night, but he’s not sure how much longer he’ll be able to wait – be able to keep the way he feels about you to himself.

“Thank you… for walking me home,” you say, as you arrive at the door to your apartment building.

“‘S no problem. Had to get you back to your flat safely,” Luca reassures you with a smile on his face.

You stand across from him, mere inches away. You could do it – close the gap between the two of you because you really do feel like an asshole for earlier – but it feels like something’s stopping you. You wait too long, letting your impulse move too thoroughly through your body, until it’s too late and the impulse is gone.

You’re at an impasse: Luca opens his mouth to say something before pausing and you’re not sure what to say either, the two of you standing across from one another, frozen in a moment in time.

Instead of speaking, he simply steps forward, wrapping his arms around you in a warm embrace as he inhales.

It feels too good.

This feels too good: the way he smells, the way it feels to be pressed up against him, his hands running smooth patterns across your back.

“Luca,” you begin as you pull away from the hug, your eyes locked with his.

He waits, but as you open your mouth to say something else, nothing comes out.

You’re not sure if it’s a look of disappointment, regret, or something else that flashes across his face, before he gives you a half smile. Luca takes a few steps backwards, almost as if he needs to create space between you and him, his voice a low deep rumble as he says:

“Goodnight, love.”

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a/n: and now we're getting somewhere. i PROMISE we are getting somewhere. just wait ;)

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theemporium · 10 months

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If you’re low-key obsessed then I am a gone😍 what about sunshine being awol the morning of a race 🤷🏼‍♀️

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“Have you seen Sunshine today?”

“No, sorry.”

“Hey, have you seen Sunshine this morning?”

“I haven’t, no.”

“Have you—”

“Daniel, I don’t think she’s here, mate,” Max muttered, placing a hand on his teammate’s shoulder in hopes that it would stop him from pacing around the garage, and it did. But it didn’t stop his mind from wandering and spinning on where the hell you could be.

Despite the separate hotel rooms booked by the team every race weekend, you would always find each other using one room. In fact, it became rarer for the two of you to not share a hotel room when you were in another country for the race weekend, and it just so happened that it was one of those weekends.

You had been out late the night before, out with some of the others in the engineering team as you perfected a few faults you had found in the cars during qualifying. You had messaged him not to wait up for you, to not stay up and risk his own sleep just for the sake of falling asleep with you. And as wrong as it felt, he had managed to fall asleep.

However, when he woke up in the morning, you weren’t there.

And when he arrived at the paddock, you weren’t there either.

Now, it was a few hours until lights out, you were nowhere to be seen and Daniel was losing his mind.

“Where is she?” Daniel muttered, his brows furrowed in concern as he tried sending you another message, only for it to come up as undelivered once again. “She should’ve been here by now.”

“Daniel—” Max started but his teammate was already pacing again.

“What if something happened to her?” he whispered, a sense of chilling dread washing over him as he looked up at Max. “What if something happened to her and she needs my help?”

Before Max could even reply, Daniel was jumping up to grab his keys for the car he drove to the paddock. He was ignoring all logic and rationality that was telling him he should stay in the paddock, that he needed to start getting ready for the race with the rest of the team. His only thought was you.

Max, despite knowing better, knew that Daniel was in no state to be alone right now. WIth the rest of the engineering team also clueless on your whereabouts, the Aussie’s concern only shot through the roof, and his friend didn’t think it would be the best idea for him to be behind the wheel just yet.

They ignored all the warnings other team members gave them and did their best to ignore the cameras following them towards the exit. Daniel had one track mind and it was completely focused on finding you and making sure you were safe. His fingers were itching to hold you close again and it was starting to consume him.

However, neither boy expected their search to end as close to the exit as it did.

“I am telling you, I am a part of the Red Bull team! Just go get someone and you’ll see.”

“Ma’am, we have to ask you to leave—”

“Oh my god!”

Daniel’s head whirled around at the familiar sound of your voice, his eyes eagerly seeking you. And he spotted you, on the other side of the turnstiles, a frown on your face as you argued back and forth with a few of the security guards at the entrance.

“You need a paddock pass—”

“And I usually have one,” you interrupted, already angsty and on edge, and feeling like a broken record wasn’t helping your mood. “Except for today. Now can you please let me in because they need me—”

“We can’t do that, ma’am.”

“Fuck off,” you groaned, running a hand over your face.

“Sunshine!”

Your eyes instantly found his and he couldn’t bite back the smile that spread across his face. His feet were moving before he could even think to move, his body too eager to be beside you that he didn’t even bother swiping his pass to get through the turnstiles, instead just jumping over the bars.

“Danny,” you almost sagged in relief the second his arms were around you.

“Is there a problem here?” Daniel asked, his eyes now on the security guards as he placed a hand protectively on the back of your head.

“Mr Ricciardo,” the security guard blanched. “No, it’s just she needs—”

“She’s with our team,” Max interrupted this time, giving the guard a pointed look. “A very important part of the team. So, the sooner you let her through, the more appreciative we will be.”

“Of course, sir.”

Daniel had yet to let you go as the three of you made your way through the paddock, heading straight towards the Red Bull garage before Christian or anyone else could notice you were gone. You didn’t mind though, the weight of his arm over your shoulder was something you found comfort in these days.

“Where were you?” Daniel asked eventually, his brows furrowed together in questioning. “I was worried sick.”

“It’s embarrassing,” you muttered, a scowl on your face which only amused the Dutchman.

“Well, now you have to tell us,” Max grinned, poking your side and only laughing when you batted his hand away.

“I forgot my keycard last night,” you told them with a heavy sigh. “I couldn’t get into the hotel room so I had to bunk with one of the other engineers. I tried to get a new card at reception this morning but they thought I was some crazy fan trying to get into Daniel Ricciardo’s hotel room. And I couldn’t even get an extra key to my room because I had no ID with me.”

Daniel snorted. “Why didn’t you just call me?”

“My phone died,” you replied sheepishly. “I had to borrow an extra polo from a colleague before trying to get to the paddock with no phone, no money and no paddock pass.”

“I’m surprised they didn’t arrest you on the spot,” Max teased.

You rolled your eyes. “Funny.”

“Well, if I have to find any crazed fan in my room, I’d be pretty chuffed if it was you,” Daniel joked as his arm around you tightened.

“Whatever,” you grumbled but there was a smile on your face. “I gotta take you everywhere with me, Ricciardo. Might even say you’re my crazy fan.”

“That wouldn’t be a lie,” he grinned down at you.

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Unlikely Love (Female Idols) (S) (BXG)

Author: Another written oneshot from my books. Hope you all like it and if you want to check out more of my works checkout my Masterlist

Y/N's POV

Prom is only in a week and I'm ecstatic to go with my girlfriend Solar, we've both been looking forward to this day for a long time.

She already picked out her prom dress and I picked out my tuxedo, and all I need to do is officially ask her to be my date.

Today is the day that I'm going to ask Solar to be my date for prom despite the fact that we have different social statuses.

Solar is known to be one of the school's bad girls but she has a soft side for me, and I'm basically the school's nerd and introvert.

Honestly, I never wanted to have any interaction whatsoever because I simply want to graduate high school with no involvement in trouble.

Yet here I am, holding a bouquet of flowers, reciting my lines over and over to myself in the mirror in the bathroom when nobody is present.

I know it may sound weird but I don't want to mess this up and make myself look like a fool in front of her and everyone else.

Once I feel confident enough in my ability, I exited the bathroom, I texted Solar to find out where she was but strangely she never replied and instead left me on read.

It didn't take long for the thought of her being unfaithful to come into my mind but I shrugged it off as there was no way that she'd do such a thing.

Looking around campus there was no sign of Solar anywhere, I've looked at the courtyard, cafeteria, and the usual classrooms she hangs out in, and not a single clue of her whereabouts.

However, there was one place that I didn't search... The rooftop where Solar confessed her feelings.

Going up the stairs to the rooftop, I heard loud chatter coming from outside the door, and I slightly opened the door wide enough for me to peek through.

When I got eyes on the group of students, my stomach dropped when I saw Solar in the arms of Park Jinwoo the school's most ruthless and popular guy.

"So, babe, is that degenerate nerd going to be a problem?" Jinwoo asked.

"Don't worry, baby, that idiot doesn't suspect a thing, I'm only just using him and when the time is right, I'm going to make prom a living hell for him." She answered and he smirked.

"Haha! That's my girl!" He replied.

My heart sunk and shattered into a million pieces, I wanted to cry and throw up but the shock in my mind made my body freeze in place.

After hearing them shit-talking me, I heard enough and ran down the stairs as fast as I can and balled my eyes out.

Considering that my relationship with Solar is practically over, the bell rang signaling for the first class of the day.

Grabbing my duffle bag from the locker, I go into the building where the locker rooms are located.

My mind was still stuck in those traumatizing events from earlier, and I have no idea how I'm going to get over it.

Was my love not enough for Solar? Or did it even matter to her? There were so many unanswered questions.

Pft. None of that matters anymore, with the bouquet of flowers, I place them in my bag for now and decided to just put it in a vase.

Entering the changing room, I was about to unzip my bag when I looked up and realized I've made the biggest mistake of my life.

Inside the locker rooms was a group of girls, I quickly began to panic, and I knew I needed to vacate the girl's locker room before they notice me.

Slinging my duffle bag on my shoulder, I sneakily and carefully make my leave to avoid alerting the girls who are changing.

Reaching the exit, I thought I'd be safe and away from hell until I felt a hand grip my shoulder and I froze in place.

"Where do you think you're going, naughty boy~?" I hear a female voice ask and I slowly turned around.

"Ooohhhh... Fuck..." I muttered as I'm about to die here.

Looking behind her, there were five more girls blankly staring at me, few of them don't even have their shirts on or even shorts making me gulp.

The girl dragged me back into the locker room, laid me down on the bench, and straddled onto my lap eliminating any chances of escape.

"What should we do to him, Unnie? Report him to the principal for sneaking into the girl's locker room?" A younger-looking student asked.

"No Yujin. I've got an even better idea~," Their leader said before licking her lips.

"L-Look, I-I'm sorry, okay! I wasn't paying attention to where I'm going!" I pleaded and they giggled.

"Oh naughty boy, it's far too late to apologize now... But you can still make it up to us," One of them replied.

"W-What is it?" I nervously asked and they smirked.

"Just play along and you'll find out~," Their leader whispered into my ear.

"Now shall we get acquainted? Or do you already know our names~?" She asked and I shook my head.

"Y-Your Kim Chaewon... Right? And you all are Karina, Gaeul, Yunjin, Kazuha, and Yujin," I answered and they wickedly smiled.

"Good, no need for introductions, what's your name, baby boy, ~?" Yunjin-Noona asked and I gulped.

"Chang Y/N," I answered.

"Enough talk! Let's get started already!" Chaewon-Noona demanded and they happily complied.

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(Start of Smut)

Immediately, Yunjin-Noona and Gaeul-Noona came over and stripped me of my clothes as if their lives depended on it.

They take a good look at my nine-inch rod and they licked their lips as they enjoyed the sight of their catch.

"Mmmmm~. So big~," Gaeul-Noona complimented as she grabs a hold of it.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Noonas take off their bras and panties before joining us, Chaewon-Noona being the oldest gets the first dibs.

"Now, now, ladies, you know I get the first taste~," Chaewon-Noona said and they backed off.

Getting on her knees she gives my plonker a nice long lick sending a wave of stimulation of pleasure to my brain.

Wrapping her lips around the head of my knob she slowly bobbed her head up and down and I moaned despite trying to hide it.

"Mmmm~. Such a tasty meal, alright girls, it's your turn now~," Chaewon-Noona said and the girls jumped on me.

"Y/N-Baby, are you a virgin by any chance?" Kazuha-Noona asked and I slowly nodded.

"That's perfect for us because we're about to change that in about a few moments," Karina-Noona said and I gulped.

One by one each girl gave me one hell of a blowjob and I came in their mouths, it was a miracle that I still have some left even though I blew out the most in Chaewon-Noona's mouth.

"Come on, baby, we know you still have some left and your thing still wants more based on the look of it~." Yujin-Noona pointed out.

"So who wants to go first?" Gaeul-Noona asked and Chaewon-Noona jumped onto my lap.

"Me~! I'll take your first, baby since I'm the eldest, and believe me you'll be in a world of pleasure like never before~." She said before slowly lowering herself onto my knob.

Inserting my knob into her womanhood, she loudly moaned because of my huge size and I groaned at how tight she was.

"God, you're so tight, Noona," I pointed out.

"D-Don't worry, you'll get used to it," She replied before starting to ride me.

Afterward, she started to pick up her pace to the point where she rode me like a damn bull, and Karina-Noona lowered her chest to my face forcing me to suck her milkers.

"Mmmm~. Just like that baby~," Karina-Noona moaned.

Soon after, Chaewon-Noona came, she was frantically breathing as she was exhausted, and her members assisted her off of me.

"My turn~," Yunjin-Noona said and didn't waste any time riding the daylights out of me.

Yunjin-Noona was also tight as hell but something about her body drives me crazy and it's no wonder why so many guys tried to hit on her but she rejected them all including Jinwoo.

I nearly came but I didn't want to disappoint them and despite not having much experience, I held my ground and Yunjin-Noona came.

"God, you're incredible baby, so much better than my ex," She complimented before slowly getting off of me for the other girls to have their rounds.

"Indeed, I can say the same here..." Chaewon-Noona replied.

After Yunjin finished her round with me, Gaeul-Noona straddled onto my hip and Yujin-Noona pounced on my face.

"Don't worry baby, I'll guide you~," Karina-Noona assured.

Gaeul-Noona began riding the shit out of me as Yujin-Noona lowered her pussy onto my mouth forcing me to eat her out.

"Yes, just like that~. You like it, puppy~?" Karina-Noona asked with a grin.

"Y-Yes, it's so good~!" Yujin-Noona moaned.

Soon enough, both girls came at the same time and I drink all of her juices, Yujin-Noona switched places with Gaeul-Noona and Kazuha-Noona got onto my face.

"I hope I taste just as good, baby~," Kazuha-Noona said before lowering herself.

Eating her out as Yujin-Noona fucked me like it was the last thing she'd do on this planet, and just like before they both came at the same time.

Kazuha-Noona is truly something else because she tasted sweet and spicy, afterward, it was finally Karina's turn but instead of her womanhood she lowered her chest.

"Suck my tits, baby, make them yours~," She ordered and I did what she asked.

Sucking her right tit while my hand played with her left tit, she moaned loudly as Kazuha-Noona was having her round with me.

"Ahhh~! You're so damn big~!" Kazuha-Noona moaned.

"He's so perfect~! Can we keep him, Unnie~?" Yunjin-Noona asked and she smirked.

"Well, of course, we're keeping him," Chaewon-Noona answered and she cheered.

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(End of Smut)

Catching my breath after doing all six girls, this is truly something I'm never going to forget, and I may be the luckiest man in this school.

"Did you enjoy your time with him, girls?" Chaewon-Noona asked and they nodded.

"Oh, yes we did, Unnie!" Karina-Noona answered while getting herself dressed.

"Me too!" Kazuha-Noona replied as well.

I was about to get up but Yujin-Noona stopped me in my tracks as she straddled onto my lap.

"You did amazing, baby~! Because of that, you're ours now meaning you're only allowed to have sex with us only." Yujin-Noona explained and my eyes widened.

The others girls smirked as Chaewon-Noona slowly approached me before gently grabbing a hold of my cheek and making me face her.

"And if we catch you interacting with another girl, will just simply punish you for it, now are you going to be a good boy for us~?" She asked and I nodded.

"Y-Yes, Noona..." I nervously answered and she smiled before pecking my lips.

"By the way, we noticed the tear marks on your face, did someone hurt you earlier?" Gaeul-Noona asked with concern and I suddenly remembered what happened.

"S-She..." I softly said.

"She what? It's okay, baby, you can tell us~," Kazuha-Noona assured and I sniffed.

"She cheated on me..." I finished and they clenched their fists.

"What?! Who's the bitch?!" Yunjin-Noona angrily asked and I flinched.

Thankfully, Chaewon-Noona and the others managed to calm her down before she could start a whole ass riot in the locker rooms.

"Sorry about her, baby, she can easily lose her temper sometimes. Now tell us, who was the one that broke your heart?" Karina-Noona asked and I deeply sighed.

"S-Solar..." I answered and she nodded.

"Hmph. I knew there was something fishy about her..." Gaeul-Noona commented.

The girls gathered in a group and began whispering to each other so that I can't hear, and once they were finished discussing they looked at me with evil grins.

"So baby, we've been discussing how we could cheer you up... Not that the fun we had earlier didn't help you forget about her but getting revenge." Chaewon-Noona informed me.

"H-How?" I nervously asked and she giggled.

"Glad you asked, baby boy, will be your dates to prom~," Yunjin-Noona answered and I gulped.

"Yeah, I bet Solar and her friends won't see this coming since they consider you a low-life and a nerd. Not only that, will make her jealous and we've got a special after-party event planned for her..." Kazuha-Noona explained.

"W-What is it?" I curiously asked.

"Now, now, this is a surprise just for you, so we won't spoil it, just play along and you'll find out," Chaewon-Noona answered and I nodded.

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TIMESKIP

A week passed since I started dating the school's popular girls and cheerleaders, and tonight is prom night.

The girls have already picked out their dresses, Chaewon-Noona texted me that they'll pick me up at my house.

I replied to her text to confirm I'd read her message, I get myself dressed up in my tuxedo, making sure my tie is tied correctly and making sure everything looked sharp.

Waiting for many Noonas to pick me up, I looked out the window to see a fancy limousine pulled up in front of the house.

Chaewon-Noona texted me that they'd arrived, I exited my house, and I was baffled to be this up close with a limousine.

"Are you Master Y/N?" The driver asked.

"Y-Yes," I nervously answered.

"Very good, please get inside the vehicle," The driver instructed and I nodded.

Entering the limousine, I was shocked at the luxury stuff that was in there, a small bar, a mini fridge full of drinks, and even a small tv.

"Do you like it?" Yunjin-Noona asked.

"O-Of course, how can you girls afford this?" I curiously asked and they giggled.

"Well, our family is business people, hell, we could buy more than 10 Lamborghinis if we felt like it," Gaeul-Noona answered.

The driver then starts driving out of my neighborhood and onto the main road to the hotel where the prom is being hosted.

Once we pulled up to the drop-off zone, everyone was practically staring and admiring the fancy car.

"Don't be nervous, baby, I'll hold your hand~," Chaewon-Noona assured me as she gently takes a hold of my hand.

"Yeah, will protect you if anyone dares try to harm you," Yujin-Noona said and I thanked them.

The driver comes out and opens the doors for us, we stepped out, and everyone at first was cheering until they noticed me walking with them.

"Huh? What is the nerd doing with them?"

"Did he force them to go out with him?"

"Why is that loser holding hands with Queen Chaewon?"

Quickly the girls gave daggers to the gossipers and they instantly shut their mouths, even though this may hurt their popularity they could care less about what others think.

Checking in with the receptionists, we get our table number, and we get seated at our assigned table.

"Wow, love what they did to the place," Karina-Noona complimented as she checked out the decorations.

"Yeah, this is going to be a fun night," Kazuha-Noona replied.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" I hear a familiar voice I hope to never hear again and I turned around to see my ex-girlfriend Solar and her new boyfriend Jinwoo.

"What do you want, Solar?" I asked.

"Aw, still angry about before, Y/N, yes, I knew you were peaking at us on the rooftop, I wanted to see you suffer," Solar replied with an evil smirk.

Didn't take long for our interaction to grab the attention of my Noonas, they clenched their fists in anger, I'm sure they were ready to beat the living shit out of her and Jinwoo but I figured they have something else in mind.

"Ah, so you're the bitch that our baby has mentioned," Chaewon-Noona said and she raised an eyebrow.

"Tsk. Who are you, the Queen of the Cheerleaders be doing with a degenerate trash like him?" Solar asked and she warmly smiled.

"If you're looking for trash look inside your brain," She retorted and it pissed her off.

"What did you say?" Solar coldly asked.

"I think you heard her loud and clear you whore, oh, and Jinwoo still as desperate as ever? Hooking up with this loose pussy bitch how pitiful." Yunjin-Noona said as she grinned.

"Do you want to die, bitch?!" Jinwoo angrily ask as he raised his fists.

"Uh uh, think about this Jinwoo, are you going to punch a girl in front of everyone here~?" She pointed out and he groaned out of frustration as he knew she was right.

"This isn't over..." He warned.

The two dumbfucks walked away, joining their friends, leaving the girls with victory grins on their faces.

The rest of the night was pleasant and full of enjoyment, the first event of the prom was entertainment by a magician, dancers, and artists.

Afterward, we danced the night away, I take turns with my Noonas, however, as I was slow dancing with Karina-Noona, I noticed Jinwoo approaching us with his group.

Knowing well they aren't up to no good, I contemplated whether or not I should reveal my skills that were honed down by my ancestors.

I swore to myself that I'll never get into any fights no matter what but I love these girls with my heart and I can't bear seeing them hurt.

"Sorry, Karina, but you'll have to bear with me here..." I warned her and she looked confused.

"What do you mean?" She asked and I shoved her aside away from the fighting zone.

"You're going to die tonight, loser! After I'm done with you, I'm going fuck those girls' perfect bodies in front of you and there's nothing you can do about it!" Jinwoo threatened while cracking his knuckles and I sighed.

"Come on, Jinwoo, you're smarter than this, let's not do this," I reasoned and they laughed.

"Dude do you hear this guy!? What a wimp! Come on, let's get this over with!" MJ said.

"Y/N, get out of there! You don't stand a chance against them!" Gaeul-Noona pleaded and I shook my head.

"No, Noona, I'm not going to let these guys hurt you! I'm done with these assholes running the school and it ends tonight!" I replied.

"Ohohoho, we've got a tough guy here, aye? Come on, boys, let's put this nerd into his place!" Jinwoo said as they begin to surround me.

MJ strikes first by charging toward me to tackle me to the floor but I jumped and rolled over his kick making him crash into one of the tables.

Sanha tried to punch me but I countered it by parrying his fists and giving him a reverse punch and front-kicking him in the stomach causing him to stumble back.

"Oh come on, boys! You're seriously not going to let this nerd beat you?!" Jinwoo said.

Moonbin steps up and grabbed me from behind as Eunwoo to takes advantage of my vulnerability but I elbowed Moonbins face multiple times until he lets go of me.

Eunwoo was shocked that I managed to get rid of Moonbin but that leaves him vulnerable for a second more than enough time to strike.

When Eunwoo regains his composure it was too late as I jabbed and reversed punched him in the stomach and face before butterfly-kicking him to the face and knocking him out cold.

Jinwoo being the only one left to fight was left speechless that a nerd like myself defeated all four of his toughest guys.

"What's it going to be, Jinwoo, will you stop terrorizing us? Or will we have to do things the hard way?" I asked and he deeply sighed.

"F-Fine, I promise to leave everyone alone and I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused," He gave up and I grinned.

"Wise choice, but if I find out you're bullying another student, I'll break every damn bone in your body, got it?" I sternly asked and he viciously nodded.

Dragging his friends out of the dance floor, everyone began whispering and cheering as Jinwoo and his gang has finally been humiliated.

"B-Baby, since when can you fight like that?" Chaewon-Noona asked.

"It's a long story..." I answered.

"Well, we have our entire lives for you to explain your story," Kazuha-Noona mentioned.

For the rest of the night, we had a blast on prom night as the DJ tuned up the beats, and we danced until late at night.

However, there was still one last thing to do before we can conclude the night... My Noonas dragged Solar back to the hotel room we rented.

In other words, we all fucked in front of her and her face was priceless, getting a taste of her own medicine.

She claimed that she wouldn't be fazed by it at all since she doesn't love me anymore but that attitude of hers didn't last long.

After leaving her miserable and bitter, we kicked her out of the room, and I spent the night cuddling with my girlfriends.

"Baby, what's that poking at my thigh...?" Gaeul-Noona asked.

She looked under the blanket and saw my hard rod, she smirked and the girls instantly knew what was going on.

"Looks like your friend down there wants another repeat from the locker rooms~," Yunjin-Noona pointed out and I grinned.

"Well, what are we waiting for then?" I asked and they smiled.

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katnisspeetaprim · 2 months

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First Meeting

Lucifer/FallenAngel!Reader (based on my fallen angel oc, but feel free to imagine her however you like!)

Summary: Prequel to clipped wings, where Lucifer and fallen angel reader meet for the first time, whenhe first visits the hotel.

Warnings: angst, female reader, Lucifer grabs her arm, fluff, crying,

Word Count: 1275 Hazbin M.list

Charlie was even more frantic that usual today, due to the fact that her father was coming to the hotel for the first time.

‘Charlie! How about we calm down, huh?’ You grabbed Charlie by the shoulders, effectively stopping her from running round like a headless chicken. She paused, before taking a deep breath and exhaling.

‘Sorry! I’m just nervous, he’ll be here any second!’

‘Don’t worry! We’ve all got your back!’ You gestured to all the residents of the hotel with a wink, and Charlie instantly felt validated.

Lucifer was here and it wasn’t going as well as Charlie hoped.

Alastor had immediately taken a disliking towards the king, and they’d been butting heads for a little while now.

‘Ok!’ Charlie pushed her way between the two men and dragged her father away.

‘Oh hey! Dad, this is Y/N!’ She practically shoved him to stand in front of you and you just waved awkwardly. ‘She’s a fallen angel just like you!’

Lucifer looked you up and down, clearly unimpressed by the look on his face.

‘So I see... Pretty strange thing to see.’ You sunk back, a little intimidated by his glare.

‘Uh, nice to meet you, your majesty.’ You held your hand out for him to shake. He stared at your hand for a second, before ultimately taking it to keep the peace.

‘Uh-huh.’

Charlie yet again sensed the awkward atmosphere and intervened again. She hoped by introducing her dad to someone just like him might ease the tension, but she was obviously wrong.

‘Ok, maybe not! Dad, let’s take a tour!’ She once again pulled her father away, but he spared one last glare to you over his shoulder with narrowed eyes.

You frowned and looked down sadly. How could you screw this up so badly for Charlie?

It had been a few hours since Lucifer’s arrival. A lot had gone down that day, so now you wanted nothing more than to collapse into bed. You worse a silk robe over your pyjamas as you got your bed ready, when a voiced startled you and caused you to yelp in fright and spin round.

‘What’s your angle with my daughter?’

‘Oh your majesty! I uh... didn’t know you were still here.’ You pulled your robe fully clothed with a blush, suddenly conscious of your state of undress.

Lucifer took no notice of your flustered state and entered the room, closing the door behind him with a click.

Your eyebrows knit together as you took a cautious step back, not knowing his intentions.

‘Um wha-‘

‘Answer the question!’ He cut you off, voice raised as his face contorted.

You stepped back again, not expecting his raised voice, which caused you to trip over the bed post, sending you tumbling to the ground.

Lucifer stood over you, horns beginning to protrude from his head as his anger grew. You stared up at him, paralyzed with fear. You began to cry as you tried to form a coherent sentence in your current state.

‘I-I h-heard about her hotel after I fell and wanted to help!’

‘Don’t lie to me!’ he growled out, fire spitting from the corners of his mouth as he grabbed your arm, roughly pulling you towards him.

‘You angels always have a motive! You using Charlie to get back in heavens good books!?’

‘No! I swear! Please ask Charlie! She’ll vouch that I’ve been doing nothing but help since I got here!’ You pleaded as you felt your arm going numb from how hard he was holding it.

The two of you held each others gaze for a few moments .Your eyes full of fear, whilst his with hot rage, until they weren’t anymore.

His face suddenly snapped back to normal and he released you arm. As soon as he let you go, you hastily shuffled back until you came in contact with your bed side table, never taking your eyes off the man in front of you.

Lucifer’s face softened and he turned away from you, expression now one of regret.

‘I’m sorry...’ He whispered, so quietly you almost couldn’t hear him.

You didn’t respond, not trusting your voice to sound normal right now. When you didn’t speak, Lucifer turned back to face you and he felt awful.

‘I’m sorry I hurt you... I just have a lot of trust issues, especially when it comes to angels...’ He trailed off, too ashamed to meet your eye.

‘As much as I miss heaven, there are people there that I’d rather never see again.’ You spoke from your position on the ground, not wanting to risk getting up in case the movement set him off again.

Lucifer frowned at your words, but he had no right to push you for clarification right now.

As he looked at you, he caught sight of the bruise forming where he’d grabbed you. He gritted his teeth and knelt down besides you. It made him feel even worse when you flinched at his presence.

‘May I?’ Lucifer asked softly, holding his hand out expectantly. You looked at him sceptically, but reluctantly held your arm out for him.

Placing his hand over the bruise, you watched in awe as a bright glow formed beneath his palm.

There was a slight tingling sensation, and when he moved his hand, your bruise was gone. You gawked at the now healed area, before looking over to Lucifer, eyes wide.

He was smiling sadly as he stood and held his hand out, to help you up.

You gingerly accepted, beginning to feel more at ease with him now that he’d calmed down.

‘Jeez I feel so awful right now.’ He chuckled and covered his face with his hand, embarrassed. ‘I know just saying sorry isn’t enough.’

‘It’s ok.’ He uncovered his face when he herd your voice, and was shocked to see you smiling softly. ‘I get it, Charlie means the world to you, and you’d do anything to protect her.’

‘Still though, I hurt you...’ He trailed off, scratching the back of his neck.

‘And you fixed it too.’ You countered.

‘Let me buy you dinner to make up for it!’ Lucifer suddenly asked, causing a faint blush to spread across your cheeks.

‘Oh! Um, that’s not necessary!’ You waved your hand dismissively, not wanting to inconvenience the king of Hell more than you’d already done so.

‘Please, I insist! I know a really private place, so we won’t be disturbed.’ You thought for a second before smiling, blush growing a little bigger.

‘Well, if you insist.’ Lucifer genuinely smiled and nodded.

‘By the way, that girl Maggie is an angel too, right?’ His smile faltered a little as he spoke, but he needed to ask about her too.

‘Vaggie.’ You corrected, ‘But yes. Her and Charlie have been together long before I arrived. They really love each other. You reassured, understanding his need to ask about the other angel involved with his daughter.

‘That’s good to hear.’ He looked over to you, and it was the first time he’d properly looked at you since he’d first entered the room. Now it was his turn to blush as he finally noticed how you were dressed.

‘Oh wow, look at how rude I’m being, intruding on a lady at night!’ He started laughing nervously as he made a bee line for the door. ‘I’ll be in touch about dinner, night!’ He shouted without looking back and slammed the door behind him.

You stared after him, head tilted in confusion, before you began laughing to yourself.

At least Charlie would be pleased to know you hadn’t screwed this up at all.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #imagine #one shot #drabble #lucifer morningstar #charlie morningstar #vaggie #angel #husk #adam #lute #x reader #oc #fluff #angst #Lucifer x reader

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elliespet · 6 months

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if you’re up for it, could you maybe write somethin ab camping with Ellie?? I just know she’d love to stargaze with you and point out planets and tell you her nerdy facts ab them. dtf her in a tent too tbh👀

pairing: modern farm!ellie x gf!reader

summary: on your anniversary, ellie sets up a special date. how sweet of her! no way she’ll act like a feral dog out here right.. right?

warnings: smut 18+, cursing, LIGHTLY based on my own girlfriend’s mannerisms! not proof read :•]

a/n: heyyy.. hey. its been so long sorry love you guys heres something to feed you while i answer some other requests :•) slight self inserting my personality!! other than that, enjoy!

Today was your 2nd anniversary and ellie had something planned.

She spent the past week preparing everything for this day to be absolutely perfect for you. She got all your favorite snacks, books, prepared a lineup of your favorite movies on her laptop. Ellie was excited and hoped you’d feel the same, if not more. This day was your day — well, yours and ellie’s, but especially yours. She did everything in her power to cater to you today and if anything goes wrong you might end up with a crying girlfriend.

“Babe..” Ellie whispered as loud and quiet as possible. She wanted to wake you but not startle you too much. “Baby,” She called out again, setting down whatever it was she had in her hands before climbing onto your shared bed, rubbing your back softly. “C’mon. Time to get up.” Ellie leaned in and placed the smallest butterfly kisses on your face as you slowly became aware of your surroundings. You smiled — almost impossible to see considering it was so small. Sitting up and rubbing your eyes, blinking a few times before finally making contact with the girl next to you. “Morning pretty girl.” She slid off the bed with ease, grabbing the item she had set down previously.

“You hungry?” Her voice was as sweet as honey and as soft as the freshness of a new blanket. The words slid out of her throat with a slight rasp, indicating she had woken up herself not too long ago. With a slight nod, you sit up properly, fixating into a comfortable position. Ellie placed the tray on your lap filled with food of all kinds. She had fruits, both pancakes and waffles, dependent on your mood, eggs and amongst other things your favorite strawberry smoothie. She made it just for you, just how you like it. “Thank you.” Chapped lips from the long slumber making contact with her reddened freckled cheek, you placed a light kiss on the skin. “You ate too, right?” Your voice cracked a little as you spoke, this being the most you’ve spoken all morning. “I’ll eat whatever is left, you first.” Fully aware she made enough for the both of you, you’re her angel and she wanted you happy and healthy before herself. “I’ll be back, eat well.”

Presumably to go clean the kitchen, you nodded once more at her and watched as her stature grew smaller the farther she got, descending down the stairs. You ate, just enough to fill you up until lunch, making a nice plate for ellie to eat too when returned. It was almost as if she was summoned just by the creation, she came back up the steps and settled down next to you. “How was it?” Ellie questioned and carefully took the tray from you, placing it elsewhere before eating whatever you had made for her on the plate. “It was really good!” After eating, naturally you felt ten times more energized and awake, your reply sounding just as alive as your body felt. “I’m happy,” She mumbled, her mouth filled, making one cheek bigger than the other. “Don’t eat with your mouth full, ellie.”

She mumbled a quick sorry before finishing her chewing and swallowing, allowing her to talk freely. “You should go get ready, big day ahead. Big plans. Lot’s of stuff to do!” Ellie patted your exposed thigh, taking another bite. You obliged and got up from the bed, heading to the bathroom. “When do these big plans start?” Loud enough for her to hear, you ask from the bathroom while releasing your hair from its protection. “Around 12, maybe? It’s only 10:33 right now!” She shouts back. “Okay!” And you shout back, stripping off your clothes and hopping into the shower. Ellie joins you not too much later, helping you wash your hair and back as you did hers.

The rest of the morning was spent getting ready and packing to go on the adventure Ellie had planned. She appeared more happy than usual. Perhaps it was due to the anniversary or maybe she was just highly anticipating your reaction to her gift, I guess you could say. It really was more like a date, of course she got you something but it was mainly a date. At least thats what ellie thought. She led you out the house, making sure to lock everything up before opening the gate for you and leading you into the woods. It was a tad bit creepy considering you tended to stay put on the farm and when you did go out, it was never that way. Often by car in the opposite direction.

“We’re not going too far out, don’t worry.” Ellie noticed how tense you were entering the unfamiliar territory. “You’re not planning on killing me, are you?” Teasing the taller woman, you squeeze her hand softly and relax slightly, looking around at the small flowers blooming from the ground. “Course not.” She replies, coming to a full stop to hand you the basket she had packed earlier. Placing her large hands over your eyes, she positions herself to help you walk. “Only a little further..” Ellie informs you, guiding you carefully. The sounds of crunching leaves finally start to dissipate. Your senses are heightened enough for you to be aware of your surroundings, focusing on the almost inaudible sound of wind and a softened muffled sound of what you assume to be grass. Finally the warmth of her palms lift and your eyes adjust to the beaming sun. A soft gasp passes your lips as you take in the serene view.

Ellie had set up a place on the edge of the woods, trees still nearby yet not nearly as surrounded. A tent, not too big and not too small. It surely has more than enough room for the both of you. You set the basket down in one swift move before turning on your heel and almost tackling her to the ground. Placing what felt like thousands of kisses on her face and thanking her multiple times, you pulled back again to look around. Along with the tent she had prepared another area for you two to do art, pre-drawn sketches already made for you. She had brought her most expensive art equipment that she keeps locked away in a safe place. A new guitar, polished and carved so prettily sat perfectly next to the tent. Sometimes if you have a hard time sleeping, ellie would play something that would lull you into, probably, the best sleep you’ve ever had. Of course in the basket she had brought snacks of all sorts. There was candy, fruit, chips. Inside the fort contained a soft bedding and some pillows, obviously. Between all the pillows and soft linen adorned a new plush. Maybe the cutest one you’ve ever seen, resembling your favorite animal. Lastly, her laptop, clearly meant for a movie before bed.

“Do you like it?” Her voice came out a bit worrisome. Ellie would’ve probably lost her mind if it turned out you hated it. She worked so hard and even took a day off work to make sure everything was flawless. “Like it? Do I like it?” You stare at her with eyes so wide they seemed as if they’d fall out of your head. “I love it, ellie. Seriously.” Your soft hands on her cheeks caused all the fear she had to dissolve and she could only smile at you in return. “So.. what do you wanna do first?” Ellie finally spoke, breaking from the silence between the two of you. “Maybe.. we should paint first.” You decide to do this first, considering it’s one of the longer activities and you wanted to get it out of the way. The two of you settled down at the stations your girlfriend created and started. Ellie had drawn the cutest animal for you. As usual, it was your favorite. Hers was as expected — you. Once ellie talked you through using her good paints properly and how to keep the brushes from bending out of shape, you started. After about an hour and a half, you finished, showing off your painting proudly. Ellie wasn’t half done but maybe that’s due to the fact she is the more artistic in the relationship.

The rest of the night you did whatever else it was she had planned. As the sun began to set, you could already feel yourself growing tired. “Let’s go for a walk, before it gets too dark.” Ellie suggested, wanting to take you out more to properly see the field in all its glory and the clear sky. She took you out far enough and you talked along the way about how work was going for her, the small renovations you’ve made to the farm. It seems she prepared a spot for this too as a blanket laid in a mostly clear spot, in an attempt to avoid crushing a large amount of flowers in the area. The once colorful sky faded into a gorgeous shade of dark blue, decorated with the radiant gazes of the stars. The moon was just as lively, allowing the light to illuminate your faces as much as possible. There wasn’t much conversation left in either of you as you were being held so safely in her arms. You thought this has to be the best thing she’s ever done for you. Who can really say when this is only your 2nd anniversary?

The warm breeze settled into one that gave you goosebumps as it danced along your skin. “It’s cold els.. can we go back now?” Without a word, she helped you up and led you back to the tent. Of course being the amazing girlfriend she is, ellie already picked out the matching pajamas she wanted you to wear. The blanket you were previously laying on was draped over you in an attempt to keep you as warm as she could while still being able to change for bed. You did the same for her before you both entered the tent to rest for the night. As planned, she had put on your favorite movie to watch until you fell asleep. And you did just that. Your day was perfect and you were prepared to have the best sleep of your life. As quickly as you had fallen asleep, you woke up.

Blinking a few times to clear your blurry eyesight, you sat up on your elbows to look around. Surprisingly, ellie wasn’t next to you. The minute you notice, she had already been climbing into the tent again. “Morning babe. Went to clean up while you slept.” Your question had been answered before you even asked it. “Thank you for yesterday,” Your voice cracked and you cleared your throat to continue on. “I had a lot of fun!” Adding an emphasis on the sentence to show your sincerity, she smiled and pushed some of the pillows out of her way. “I’m glad. That’s not all, though.” A mischievous look was plastered on her face and within seconds you were straddling her lap.

Ellie has always been the touchy type, yet it was still so early in the morning. Sure, it caught you by surprise. You reciprocated, wrapping your arms around her neck. You softly dragged your nails up the back of her neck with your right hand, making her shiver against you. Your fingers tangled into her hair while you stared right back at her. Ellie already knew what she wanted the day before. She had prioritized your happiness and anniversary over fucking your brains out, obviously. I guess you could say this was apart of your anniversary gift. You could easily do it on any day, but since you’ve successfully passed another milestone in your relationship, it was different. Her main goal is always to please you. Ellie wanted to do it differently this time. She wanted to experience you in another environment. Somewhere calm and pretty, just like you.

Although she had planned everything else before this, she truly had no idea how to go about this. Of course, initiating it is one thing. She had already done that, but what now? She didn’t want to do the normal make-out, get naked, fuck, sleep. It wasn’t always like that.. more often than not, though. Work makes things a tad bit harder for her and shes so grateful she’d been given the days off. “You’re so pretty.” Her voice came out so softly and made you smash your lips onto hers. You have always been in love with ellie’s voice and being on her lap only added fuel to the fire. The kiss was messy — desperately grabbing at one another as if you would slip away. One thing led to another and thats how you got into this position.

Ellie’s head was buried between your thighs and you were tugging on her hair for dear life. Her tongue was flat against you, fitting between your folds like a puzzle piece. Your girlfriend had been teasing you for what felt like eternity. Her fingers danced around your hole so many times, never slipping in. In reality, it’s only been five minutes. You already felt like you could cry. “Please-“ your voice was small. Whining out to her, she mumbled against you. “Please what, baby?” Her words were clear despite the fact she hadn’t moved from your clit one inch. She was so focused, her tongue moving almost too easily against the bundle of nerves. You weren’t going to give in just yet. You wanted more. You needed more. Ellie knew that, she was just having fun. “Hmm?” She hummed against you making your body jerk slightly as she anticipated your answer.

“Use your fingers, please..” You’ve been begging her since she started. Upon getting the reply she wanted, her fingers slid into you with ease. Before this all you could bear to say was ‘please’ or ‘your fingers’. Clearly that wasn’t enough for her. She needed the whole thing. Your voice was a drug to her, it’s not like she wanted you to have to beg her to touch you, it just happened! If you ask Ellie about it now, she’ll swear up and down it wasn’t intentional. Though it took you thousands of tries to get that sweet voice of yours unstuck from your throat, you were relieved she finally gave in. Of course, as gentle as always, her fingers slid across your thighs painfully slow. You could cry out if you had it in you. Truthfully, you didn’t. It was still early in the morning. Your brain already felt foggy. You laid there, just how she had you.

Your right arm was swung over your eyes in an attempt to stay calm. Your free hand was tangled in her hair, tugging on it every time she’d suck on your clit. Ellie carefully slipped her middle finger into you, acting as if she’d injure you if she wasn’t cautious. As soon as you felt her finger press up against you, you unfolded against her almost immediately. If you weren’t relaxed before, you definitely were now. Her tongue moved too skillfully for you to even comprehend and you were trying your absolute best to keep everything inside of you. Ellie knew and she stopped. Everything she was doing halted and her head lifted ever so slightly. “C’mon.. you’re louder than this..” She hummed out. Ellie could read you like a book and frankly she’s done this enough to know when you’re holding back. You only nodded in response, too overwhelmed to open your mouth to reply.

She seemed satisfied with this, pushing her head right back in between your thighs. She added her ring finger, curling them just where you needed it. You cried out, tangling your hands in her hair and tugging on it so hard you could’ve literally scalped her. She wasn’t phased, though. In fact, she chuckled against you, only speeding up. Her fingers slipped in and out of you effortlessly. The tip of her tongue flicked your bud at an inhumane pace, forcing an arch in your back and your thighs to squeeze around her head. If this was your girlfriend’s cause of death, she’d die happy. You could feel your orgasm creeping up on you. It all felt too fast, one minute you’re cuddling and the next you’re a mess under her. Your voice came out in a whine, choking on your own breath. “Ellie-“ She ignored your warning, not easing up from you one bit. Your mind was already fuzzy and your whole body jolted, growing sensitive at every tiny movement. Eyes hitting the back of your head and the most gorgeous moans that seemed to be bouncing off the fabric right back to her, Ellie was literally in heaven just listening to you. You didn’t even have to touch her for her to want to ruin her brand new jeans. Your lower stomach tightened again and you were still speechless, letting her praise wash over you.

She’d breathe out “You’re so pretty,” or “you taste so good,” every now and then, smiling to herself at every little whimper you let out. “You’re almost there baby,” her voice came out almost too soft for you to hear and it pushed you just a little closer to that feeling you’ve been aching for. Her lips wrapped around your clit and she sucked harshly, only drawing you closer. Those moans made her drag your orgasm out as far as she could, just to hear you a little while longer. Ellie took her time and decided she had played with you enough, you deserved to come. She pumped her fingers inside of you a few more times, curling them perfectly against your walls and finally you let go. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck-“ You blurted out, repeating it as many times as your throat would allow you. Ellie was already cleaning you up with her tongue. You were sensitive as it is and this only enhanced it. The way she dragged her tongue across you slowly was excruciating. How she pulled her fingers out, feeling the warmth inside you disappear the more she removed them. “Did so good for me babe.” Ellie leaves a few small kisses on your thighs before sitting up, keeping eye contact while licking her fingers. She wouldn’t dare waste any of you.

This wasn’t ever about her pleasure, just yours. You were her whole world and everything revolved around you. Ellie let you compose yourself before she finished cleaning everything else. She passed you water, knowing you’d need it wayyyyy before. She was so caring towards you, which was the bare minimum, but most people don’t give a fuck as much as she does and you knew that. You were grateful. Once collected, you helped her clean and reorganize everything. It took no longer than 10 minutes and you both had gotten ready to go back, leaving everything at the spot to clean later. This might’ve just been your favorite anniversary to date. Who knows what the future holds?

a/n: sorry guys this was kinda blegh poopy butt. i’ve been writing it for days likee my writers block is so bad for no reason! ive got to get a grip.. anywaysss i hope u enjoy i’ll be filling other requests shortly (i hope) love u guys baiiii 🧺🐰

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wonbons · 7 months

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Special Session ▪︎ s.es

pairings: tattooartist!eunseok x fem!reader

genre: smut, slight enemies to lovers mdni

summary: eunseok gets horny while tattooing you.

warnings: degradation kink, dirty talks, brat tamer, size kink if you squint, harsh words, needles, masochist, nipple play, fingering

also posted on ao3!

notes: my first smut, please give me some advice! also, please let me know if i missed any warnings. enjoyyyy!

this one's for melody @wontonstaro

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You don’t even know why you love suffering like this. Laying on the bed, while Eunseok, your forever favorite tattoo artist is doing his job. This time, it’s your stomach.

“You’re indeed a masochist, Y/N.” Eunseok commented.

“Oh, shut up. If I’m a masochist, then what are you? Must be a sadist in disguise.” You try to bear the pain. Hand palming your forehead while you bite your bottom lip.

Eunseok looks so tense since your session start. You don’t bother to ask though, he is so hot when he’s serious like this.

You feel the needle hits your sensitive spot on your tummy, it hurts like hell. You arched your back in response, grunting, and covering your mouth with your hand, your other hand is holding the chair’s armrest.

Eunseok swore he’s never been this hard before. The view of you arching your back… and your fucked up face…

If he wasn’t insane before, he is already insane now.

However, he needs to be professional. He tries so hard to finish the masterpiece on your skin.

“Oh my God.” You moan to your hand. Making it even harder for Eunseok now, but you know what?

He survived until the end! Eunseok will definitely gave himself a pat in the head later.

“Done, silly.” He bandaged your tattoo with a clear tape. “You know what to do and not do.”

“The pain felt nice.” You joke around while observing Eunseok. He’s sweating in his black tank top and grey sweatpants. Giving you the best view of his body line. You really wonder why is he sweating, though… the air conditioner is cold enough for you, why would he be visibly sweating like that?

Not that you complain, again, no one can’t deny that Eunseok is one of the hottest tattoo artists in town. Your friends barely get an appointment spot, but since you know him since he’s still a small business, you always manage to book an appointment with him.

“So, you really are a masochist.” Eunseok scoffed.

“Chill out, Mr. Sadistic Night.” You check yourself out in the mirror in his studio.

“Not the Diabolik Lovers references, please.” Eunseok laughed and stood behind you. “Do you like my work?”

You gulped to the fact that Eunseok is towering you. Why does he look ten times hotter? Why do you lowkey hope that he hugs your waist and maybe place his head on the crook of your ne—

“I won’t pay if I don’t.” You snapped yourself back to reality.

“Is that a threat?”

“If you think so.” You turn around to face him. “Do you have another client today?” You almost want to disappear after you said that. Why would you even ask that as if you’re going to have him if he doesn’t have another client coming out?

“I’m actually closed at this hour, dumbass. I made an exception for you.” He pinched your nose lightly.

“Oh, right! It’s twelve thirty now.” You checked the clock in his studio and grin. “I better be going.”

“It’s late, though. Do you want to stay the night?” Eunseok tries to check if he’s not the only one who feels this way.

You raised an eyebrow and took a step forward. Making your body so close to him now that you could feel his bulge down there. The bulge that you’ve noticed since the beginning of your session.

“Stay the night? With you?” You asked so softly while looking at his eye, his lips, and to his other eye.

Oh, you’re so wrong for using that method to him.

The next thing you know is that you are in his bedroom, eating each other’s face now. You’re laying down on his bed, hands pushing down his nape so you could kiss him deeper. The kiss is so passionate and aggressive. You grab his hair, making him groans in your kiss. His hand is traveling underneath your white tank top, squishing your breast slowly, and then pinch your nipple so lightly.

You moan from the pleasure, Eunseok took this as an opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. You try to win the fight, but he is so much more dominant that you give up your tongue and just whine.

Eunseok pulls himself from the kiss, now he uses both hands to play with your breasts. “Do you want this?” He continues to tease your nipple with his thumb.

You can’t give a proper response since your head is spinning from the pleasure alone. You nod while try to hold back your moans.

“I need your words, baby…” Eunseok smirks at your already fucked up face.

“Oh, shut up. You know that we want to fuck each other.” You glare at him.

“Is that so?” Eunseok lets out a chuckle. “Don’t blame me if I lose my self-control towards you.”

“I don’t ca—fuck!” You can feel his tongue circling your nipple, gently sucking, and sometimes nibbling it with his teeth. You let out a little moan and arch your back in response.

“Do you have any idea of how hot you look when you arch your back earlier in our session?” He stares down at you and you try to stare back. His eyes look different than usual, this time they’re more… narrow? And dark?

You couldn’t even answer his question, you’re busy admiring his handsome face. God really took His time when he sculpted Eunseok.

“You’re walking in with that silly see-through jacket and white tank top…” His voice is one pitch lower too now. “You have no idea of the power you have on me.”

“Is that why you always look bothered during our sessions?” You smirked, acting so brave.

“You have no idea of how many times I imagine this moment to happen, Y/N.”

“Then cherish it, Eunseok. Fuck me like what you always been imagining all these times.”

That’s it.

That’s all he needs to set off the animal in him.

Eunseok went back to your breasts and aggressively sucks the nipple. You finally let out a real moan this time. The one that Eunseok wanted.

He took his top first. Then he’s taking off yours and get back to his original position where his body is between your legs. That makes his job a lot easier in term of sliding your shorts down.

Eunseok plays with your clothed cunt. He massages the sides slowly while looking at your face, waiting for any reaction.

“Stop teasing, please.” You shut your eyes and unconsciously raise your hips.

“Aww... Do you want me that bad, baby?” He slides your panties down. You can feel he’s staring at you since your faces are so close.

He starts to finger your cunt and tries to find your g-spot while stroking your clit too. Now your hips are uncontrollable. Eunseok is enjoying the view very much, he looks so proud of himself.

The worst part is he found the spot. That fast.

“Eunseok—nghh!” You can’t hold your voice now. The pleasure is too much.

“That’s right, say my name.” Eunseok chuckled. While you suffer to even open your eyes. “You look so pretty when you’re all fucked up like this. And from my fingers only? Tsk, tsk, tsk… baby, you’re so needy.”

“Shut u-up.” Your voice is trembling. You feel like you almost reach your climax, but Eunseok stop.

You whine and gave him your puppy eyes.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that. I want you to cum with me.” Eunseok finally opens his sweatpants. You would be lying if you say you’re not surprised of his size. He’s a lot bigger than you thought.

“Enjoying the view?”

“Ugh, I hate you so much.” You scoffed.

Eunseok pulls out a condom from his pocket, slide it into his cock, and get back to his position again.

This time, he doesn’t put your legs on his waist. He put them on his shoulders instead.

“Are you ready?” He asked while holding your chin softly.

“Yes.” You answered.

“Beg for it, then.” He’s testing your patience.

“Just fuck me already, goddamn it!” You’re impatient about this.

“Oh, looks like someone got a serious attitude problem.” Eunseok holds both of your hand down above your head with just one hand. “Let’s see where that attitude of yours will bring you, baby.”

You clench over nothing just from his mean threats.

He slides his cock in. Even if he’s mean, he gave you some time to adjust, he stays still. Waiting for you to—

“Oh, what a coward. Fuck me senseless alread—”

He pounds so hard and fast into your already dripping cunt. You were surprised by his action. You manage moan his name between the unformed words you try to say.

“Aww… my baby is crying already?” Eunseok mocks you. “How does it feel to be fucked so senseless?”

You whine and moan in response, “Euns—ahh! N-nghh…” Unable to form any word, your brain is full of Eunseok’s name and this high feeling.

“Look at you, you can’t even say any word properly... Looks like I fuck you so damn good that you can’t even remember anything...” He caresses your jaw with his free hand. “Come on, do it again.”

“Eunseok…” You say between your breaths.

“Louder.” Eunseok pounds harder and you can feel him so deep inside you. Stroking every right spot inside of your pussy.

Eunseok almost die to the sight of him deep inside your pussy like this. This is truly a dream come true for him.

“Mmm-ahh—Eunseok!” You’re so helpless. You can’t grab his hair. You can’t kiss him. You can’t talk back.

“That’s right, baby.” His pounds are animalistic now. Eunseok is also chasing his high, his breathe is starting to sound heavy. “Cum with me, baby.”

You’re a moaning mess. All these pleasures make your mind foggy. You could feel your climax is building up.

“Eunseok… nghh, Eunseok…” Your breath is panting. Your body trembles. “Eunseok!”

“Aangh, Y/N!” He reached his high at the same time with you.

Eunseok pulls out and walk into the bathroom, finding a towel and damp it in warm water. He came back and clean you up gently.

“Did I get too rough—”

“No, shut up. It was my best sex ever.” You admitted shyly.

“So, you really like it rough, huh?” He giggled.

“Stop.” You try to throw a pillow at him, but he dodged it.

“You’re really a freak in bed, Y/N. Degradations got you clenching over nothing, that’s cra—”

“I’m not paying you.”

Eunseok burst out a laugh. “You paid, though.”

You gave him a confused look. “Fuck you mean I paid?”

“You got me sex drunk earlier, it was more than enough.” Eunseok explained. He’s done cleaning you up.

“What a weirdo.”

“Do you like me, Y/N?” He asked so suddenly while snuggling up to you now.

“What kind of question is that?”

“Can’t you just answer?”

“Why do you think I’ve been so loyal to you since day one?” You questioned him back.

He gasped. “You’re a cheater?”

“Even to my hair salon.”

“Oh my!” Eunseok’s reaction makes you laugh now.

“Well, then let’s make this serious, yes or oui?” Eunseok breaths in the crook of your neck.

“Beg for it, then.” You make him taste his own medicine.

“Oh, you’re so mean, Y/N!”

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#riize smut #eunseok smut #riize hard hours #eunseok hard hours

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second-axis-point · 1 year

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MY GOD OLEASE WRITE MORE BLUSHY JOEL!! I DONT CARE HOW BUT PLEASE WRITE MORE🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Pairing: Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Warnings: None!

Content: Flustered Blushy Joel, Kisses, Praise

I just saw that post from ihugpedro. Kissing Joel's back. I’m having thoughts. The gears are turning gentlemen. Thanks for the request! 🧡

Scars and All

Your favourite body part of Joel’s, beside the obvious, was his back. You rarely had the pleasure of seeing him shirtless due to the fact that he was so self conscious about his body. You never pushed him about it not wanting him to be uncomfortable around you. But when he did allow you to see, you were all over him. You always did your very best to show him how handsome he was. Today was one of those days.

It was an insanely hot day in the QZ and of course, your shared apartment’s air conditioning had stopped working the day before. You had ditched your usual outfit of flannel and jeans in favour of just a pair of basketball shorts but Joel had held out. He just rolled up his sleeves and laid out on the couch. He was tense and touchy. You asked if he was hot and even offered him a short sleeve shirt but he declined. Simply stating that he’ll power through it. You sigh but relent, walking by him to grab the book you were reading and plopping down in the broken recliner next to him.

You read a few pages but looked up when you heard shuffling from the couch beside you. Joel had sat up and was peeling off the sweaty flannel that he had been adorning since that morning. You averted your eyes so as to not embarrass him but he didn't seem to notice, only tossing the shirt onto the coffee table and flopping back down. He was facing the back of the couch and away from you. You could see the curve of his spine. The definition of his shoulder blades. The slight softness near his hips. The freckles that decorated his skin. The small scars that cover him.

It made your breath hitch and your face heat up. You clear your throat and go back to your book, only pretending to read. You look up every once in a while. You kept up your charade until Joel’s voice cut through the silence.

“I can feel you gawking at me darlin’”

You furrow your brow.

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about Miller.”

You close your book and toss it onto the table.

“Mmhm. Whatever you say.”

You get up and sit on the edge of the couch, a hand on his hip. He sits up once again, facing away from you. You scoot up behind him and put a leg on each side. You press a kiss to his neck while you wrap your arms around him.

“It’s way too hot for you to be wrapped around me like this.”

He pokes fun at you. You apologise and start to shuffle back away but you get stopped by Joel grabbing your knee. It was his turn to apologise, telling you that you could get up if you wanted to. You just smile and take your place behind him. You left some space between you so he could back away if he needed to.

You kiss the base of his neck, watching his reaction. You could see the pink rising to his ears. You continue down his spine until you reach his shoulder blades. You rub your fingertips along the line of a particularly deep scar. You then put a hand on his jaw, turning his head towards you so you could kiss the scar on his temple. This made his eyes water a bit but he only leans further into your touch. You kiss every scar you could reach without bending yourself in half. You admire the freckles that spreckle across his back.

“God, you're so pretty.”

You could physically feel the fire light in his veins. Joel’s face flushed and you could feel him practically go limp in your grasp. Your smile brightened.

“You shouldn’t hide underneath all of those layers all the time.”

No response.

“Though I do feel honoured to be the only one you trust with this.”

You say in between kisses.

“Shut up.”

He mumbles into his chest.

“What? I’m being honest.”

He leans back, forcing you down so that you were both laying on your backs with him on top of you.

“You are the most beautiful and charming man I've ever met in my life.”

You felt him heat up further. You were sort of afraid that you would give Joel heatstroke if you kept on. But he flipped over so he had his head, and a hand, on your chest. You ran a hand through his slightly sweaty hair, pulling strands from his forehead, and a hand down the line of his spine. You traced constellations with the freckles on his back and shoulders. Random patterns and games of connect the dot. You felt Joel relax under you.

“Y’know I love when you let me see you.”

He makes a noncommittal noise.

“I love you Joel Miller.”

That made him lift his head up. He met your eyes and gave you a soft smile. A smile that could melt the sun. A smile that could lift your spirits on the very worst of days. His smile.

“I love you too.”

Your lips meet and break apart all too quickly. His head drops to your chest and a sigh escapes him. Joel slept with his shirt off after that day. He was finally comfortable enough to let himself be open around you.

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cobrakaisb · 1 year

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life in a glass house

summary: you and mark are getting closer, but are you really? based on one tree hill season one episode seven

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“i think that’s it for today,” you said, closing your laptop with a small smile on your face. mark nods, also smiling at you. the two of you begin to pack up your things, when mark checks his phone. he throws his head back, a loud groan escaping from his lips.

“you okay?” you asked softly. “yeah just, an unexpected practice was called tomorrow, do you think we could meet at my house instead?” he replied. you froze at his words; you and mark never went to each other’s houses. meeting in the library, student union, or anywhere else on campus was fine, platonic even, but going to his house made this seem more real. it made it seem like you were friends, and you knew that was far from reality.

“i don’t know,” you trailed off, biting your lip. “please y/n. i really need your help studying for this next test,” he begged. “i-” you started, but he interrupted you with another please. “fine! but you’re not going to be distracted. right?” you answered, raising an eyebrow as you crossed your arms over your chest. “no, of course not!” he replied. “thank you so much! i really appreciate this!” he continued. you nodded, smiling, and mark took that as his signal to leave.

as you watched his retreating figure, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to how much the dynamic between the two of you had changed. it was obvious, at least on your end, that you were starting to view mark as a friend, possibly even more. although you refused to let yourself go any further than friendship. and yet, mark’s views on you remained unclear.

deep down there was a part of you that wanted more with mark, a deeper friendship, maybe even a relationship, but you felt as if it was one sided. during your tutoring sessions, which were becoming more and more frequent, mark was constantly talking about other girls. ones that were just the complete opposite of you. they liked hockey, understood it, were willing to put themselves out there, and enjoyed spending a night out. all the stuff that mark loved, and you hated. the two of you — you and mark — were just too different.

a fact that was reminded to you when you showed up at his house the following afternoon.

“hi! i’m here to see mark,” you said, when a boy, shorter than mark but still taller than you, opened the door. he looked you up and down, several times, before smiling. “i don’t think you’re his type sweetheart,” he replied, moving to close the door. your mouth fell open in shock, and before you could answer, the door was slammed in your face.

you stood there for a moment, trying to regroup, before pulling out your phone. you dialed mark’s number, foot tapping rapidly on the porch. “yeah?” he answered. “your roommate just slammed the door on me,” you replied, short and snippy. “fuck. i’ll be right there,” he mumbled before hanging up.

he was in deep shit, mark just knew it. finally, after making some sort of progress with you, one of his idiot friends had to ruin it for him. he made it down the stairs and to the front door in record time, holding it open for you as you walked through the threshold.

“i’m so sorry! let’s just go up to my room yeah?” he apologized, grabbing your wrist as he led you up the stairs. you couldn’t help but feel icky, like he was hiding you from his friends. further proving your point that he didn’t return your feelings.

inside his bedroom, mark took the seat at his desk, spinning in the chair to face you. “you can sit wherever. make yourself comfortable,” he explained, gesturing around his room. you nodded, plopping your bag down on the floor as you sat on the edge of his bed. “okay so we have the test tomorrow, on the two books we covered,” you said, getting right to business.

“right. i have my notes and the outline from my last essay, which i was planning to review, but i feel like it’s not enough,” he answered, showing you the documents on his laptop. “mhm. but those are a great start. i would try to think of some questions she might ask,” you replied, leaning over his shoulder as you stood behind his desk chair.

“idk dude, like a symbolism one,” he mumbled, running a hand through his hair. “did you just call me dude?” you asked, scrunching up your nose. mark laughed, “yeah why?” “because! that’s so weird,” you answered. he continued to laugh at you, and you shoved his shoulder, just as someone knocked on his door.

“come in,” he called, turning the chair towards the door. the two of you were really close together, closer than you expected, and somehow, mark’s arm made its way around your waist. “hey dinner’s here. y’know before the party,” the boy, a blonde with a backwards cap on, said.

mark nodded, swallowing thickly. he didn’t invite you to the party, and he wasn't planning too, but he felt super guilty about it now. “right. thanks eddy,” he answered.

mark looked at you, feeling sad and a teeny bit guilty. “party? i thought you needed my help to study?” you mumbled. “i do…but the hockey guys they just…they don’t get it,” he tried to explain and you hummed in agreement, stepping away from him. mark’s arm fell to the side.

“right,” you said, picking up your bag from the floor. “please don’t be mad. i couldn’t invite you. it’s hockey guys only,” he said, standing from his chair to take the empty space next to you. you nodded, taking a deep breath. “of course. i get it. anyways here’s a copy of my notes, and study guide. i would try to review them, if you have time. have fun at your party,” you said, plastering a fake smile on your face as you left his room, and the house.

hours later, the party was in full swing. the house was packed with people, and music was blaring from the speaker downstairs. mark kept trying to get into it. he played beer pong with eddy, but his heart wasn’t really in it. all he could see was your disheartened face every time he blinked or looked into the crowd. he was angry at himself for not inviting you, for not accepting his feelings towards you. he tried to harbor them, shoving them under the rug for as long as possible. something that finally caught up with him.

“mark, you good man?” someone asked, shaking his shoulder. mark blinked, meeting the eyes of rutger mcgroarty, a freshman on the hockey team. he nodded, “all good.” rutger didn’t look convinced, but he was smart enough not to push it. he needed to call you, mark decided, excusing himself from the downstairs area and heading up to his bedroom. imagine his surprise when he found some girl digging through his stuff.

“what the hell are you doing?” he asks, grabbing the girl by her elbow. she’s wasted, mark can tell that much, and before she can even get out an explanation, he’s showing her the way out. thankfully she finds her friends at the bottom of the stairs, who seem more than ready to take care of her. “one problem solved,” mark mumbled to himself, bounding back up the stairs to his room.

yet somehow, a whole new problem arose. he thought he was making progress with y/n but now he’s right back to square one: being ignored. he kept trying to talk to her, but she never gave him the time of day, instead opting for an eye roll and dramatic exit.

“i don’t know what happened. things were going great between us,” mark explained to ethan and mackie as he stared at y/n from across the dining hall. “really? i think it’s pretty obvious, she’s embarrassed,” mackie replied.

“embarrassed? about what?” mark asked, looking at the connecticut native. “because of the letter,” he said matter-of-factly. mark raised his eyebrows, confusion written all over his face. “don’t tell me you don’t know! it was in your room!” ethan exclaimed, but there was no sign of recognition on mark’s face.

“she wrote you a little note, very simple, but not something you’d want to go around campus. some girl was showing it to everyone,” mackie explained, and suddenly mark was getting flashbacks to the girl on his room from the party. he was livid, filled with rage towards this girl for screwing everything up.

he stood up from the table, walking confidently over towards y/n. she was eating her dinner, sitting with a couple of friends. “y/n, can i talk to you?” he asked, standing by her chair. she froze, body going rigid. “i really don’t want to talk with you mark,” she replied, refusing to make eye contact with him.

“i know you’re mad at me about the note, but i didn’t even know it existed! i swear! and i would never spread that around,” he explained, rushing over his words as she began to pick up her trash and gather her belongings. as she moved to step away, still refusing to acknowledge him, mark wrapped his hand around her bicep. “please y/n, please,” he begged softly, so quietly that only she could hear.

“i asked you not to waste my time mark,” she answered softly, escaping from his grip. mark watched as she exited the dining hall. he was fucked.

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