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goldsbitch · 18 days

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Just don't talk--------

-you might say something that hurts.

p10 to Just don't talk

summary: Enemies to lovers on steroids. The PR teams strike again.

Y/N was unusually giddy while doing interviews on the grid that day. It was hard to be nervous when in the corner of her eye she saw Lando, in his usual glorious unbothered style, seemingly more confident than he'd been the past few weeks.

Smiles shared in secret, both of them being lifted up by enormous amount of butterflies. Yet they both tried their best to keep busy in order to push off their inevitable "what are we" talk.

She was more than sure what she wanted to be to him. But the thought of him not being willing to make the lead was a scary one - so let's just ignore it and keep thinking about his tongue on her neck. And Lando? He was doing exactly the same. Both of them blissfully unaware that their crush has started to become impossible to hide.

"Y/N, what do you think about the car on this track? Will you be competetive enough for a podium?" was a simple and boring question that Y/N tried to answer in a creative way, but nothing was coming to her mind. With a great smile, she replied: "Yeah, I have a pretty good feeling that things are turning out for good."

Lando was "not so accidentally" passing by at that exact moment, deliberately taking the rout where he would have to walk past her, because his body just wanted to be near her at any point possible. His school boy instinct kicked in and in the same way as a five-year old boy would pull his crushes hair, he snatched Y/N team cap of her head gracefully in order to tease her.

"Hey!" she screamed in the middle of listening to another question from the interviewer and turned around, knowing well who that was, as she watched him approaching before. A small amused smile escaped her, it was impossible to stop it. Same for Lando.

"Oh, hello, Lando," the interviewer acknowledged him, hoping for some good viral content.

"Hey," was his speedy response, probably not ever trying to hide his own amusement.

Y/N tried to keep it cool and look at his lips. "Give it back, Lando." Nope, she failed at keeping her smile in.

"You know where to pick it up, honey," he said simply, winked and said goodbye to the interviewer as he walked away. Y/N's stomach dropped at how obvious he was with his flirting in public and how impossible she found it to keep herself together. She took a moment before resuming, internally fuming. She was happy and mortified at the same time.

"Well," Y/N said as she turned back to her interview. "Where were we?" And there it was - a fatal smile that would cost her in the future.

The interviewer was full on a mission to not let that go. "I see the mood has shifted between you two, has the previous feud passed now?"

"I guess you could say that, yes," she replied, slowly pulling herself back, heart still beating like after running a marathon.

"Do you guys spend time together off the track? Has that maybe helped?" How the fuck was she supposed to answer that?

Not so confidently, she pulled out a cliché line in order to save her. "We do our talking on the track." It was technically not a lie - what they did in their spare time was definitely not limited to talking.

"I see," the interviewer said, not satisfied with her answer.

"I'd love to chat, but my team is calling," he pointed somewhere off camera, somewhere where there definitely was not someone from her team pointing at her. She excused herself and strolled away, in the other way that Lando went, as quickly as possible.

Yes, she did. Oh god, it was becoming unbearable. How was he so infuriating? How can one manage to be so....ugh!!

The day passed by in a blur of meetings, interviews and fan meet and greets. Since their "joint" interview was live though, it took only few hours for the first edits to appear on social media, hashtags getting created and the two of them going viral once again. It was all a bit overwhelming, Y/N sat there and secretly watched every single edit she came by. There is one thing to fantasize secretly about your crush, another thing is when the whole seems to get on the same boat and romanticize the fuck out it. Was it making the whole thing more awkward? Probably, but Lando's and Y/N minds were too busy thinking about each other in order to take in the point of view of others. The whole grid became aware of the pair quickly becoming a meme.

Oscar limited himself to eye rolling only, as he was more than aware of what was going on.

Y/N was shocked to find Lando already sitting in with his and her team in one of the FIA's meeting rooms. The fact that this was happening outside of their team premise should have been a clear sign - they are being called into the same meeting. Nowhere to hide now.

Lando was sitting there, casually cramped up in a chair in an anatomically impossible position, legs twisted all around. "Can't he not sit like a normal person for once?" was Y/N first thought. The reason he sat like that was to prevent himself from foot tapping the whole building down. Acting cool and innocent, that was his strategy. He was sure they'll tell him to tone it down, not to bother Y/N publicly, he'll just nod at everything they say and then go finally cum all over her chest once again, just to prove to her that she is his. Not a hard task. He glanced at her innocently as she stepped in, doing a real bad job at hiding her shock. He rolled his eyes and smirked. This girl was so innocently cute. His own comms team shot him a warning look, so he just proceeded to stare into the ground. Y/n had very little time to get her strategy ready, cursing herself for not discussing this with Lando prior to this.

"Thank you both for coming on such a short notice," was how Lando's team opened the conversation with. You could cut the tension in the room with a butter knife.

"As you're both aware, we have tried several strategies in the past in order to get your image out in the best light as possible."

Y/N let out a laugh which she could not contain in, to which Lando shot her a surprised, horrified and slightly amused look. Unbelievable.

"Continue, please. I am listening," he said, just to spite her.

"Thank you. Please guys, let's keep this civil and adult," this time her team stepped in to put her down. Lando could not remember having this much fun.

"To continue what my colleague started to say, lots of several approaches which did not bring the ideal results. And with today's development, we feel like this is another time for us to step in. You're both faces of prestigious brands and the teams rely on you being likable characters. Am I right?"

Lando nodded, as if he was lying about understanding a new topic in a math lesson - maybe little too much. Y/N just bit her lip and remained silent.

This whole thing was so bizarre, like being caught for stealing a candy bar while having a stolen gold necklace in your pocket.

"What would you suggest?" Lando asked and Y/N doubted anyone in the room was fooled by his act and must have seen though him. He was obviously having the time of his life. At this rate she would have a hole in her lower lip if she would keep biting it down this was.

"I'm glad you're asking, Lando, and hope you'll be able to cooperate."

"You can count on my sincere involvement in your strategy," he stated seriously and stared at Y/N comms team. His own team knew what was up with his attitude but decided not to call him out just yet.

Y/N glanced at the papers resembling a contact on the table. This is it, she thought, the no contact and no involvement agreement. They're going to stop them from talking to each other in public? Is that even allowed?

His's comms manager took a deep breath. "The numbers on all our socials have spiked up greatly since your interaction became of a positive nature. What we've seen today - that will make our sponsors more than happy."

Lando was quicker than Y/N to connect the dots. His mood changed drastically within seconds and he finally sat up straight.

"No. Not a chance," he burned his team with his hard stare.

"Lando, please, let us finish."

He was not having that. "I know what you're going to say and no, you can't just order us to do that."

"Nobody is ordering you to do anything. We're simply...Putting this on the table.

"Forget that, no way in hell am I ever going to agree with this," he said, pointing at the contracts lying on the table. The room went silent for few seconds.

"I'm sorry, what are we talking about here?" asked Y/N, not really having the dots connected just yet. Lando briefly forgot that she was in the room, suddenly regretting his quick dismissal. But he was not the one to be forced into anything like this. Better him having it break to her then them, right?

This time he was the one to take a deep breath and while speaking to Y/N, he still stared at the comms teams. "They want us to start fake dating for PR." He was hoping he got it wrong. But the silence on the other side of the table just proved him right.

This came as a shock to her. Was this their masterplan? Did they really have to meddle all the fucking time? "I...I didn't think these things actually happened in real world," she stated, honestly.

Why couldn't these two just get a minute to talk among themselves? Y/N's mind was once again stuck in a rut because of Lando Norris existing at the same time as she did. Million questions on her mind, but the biggest one - why was it such a hard and obvious no from him? He did not even consider it. This could have been an easy escape for them.

"What would that look like exactly?" she asked, wrapping her head around it.

She received smiles from the team, them being happy that she was seemingly somewhat on board. "Well, we would set a clear timeline with a deadline and a scheduled break up, set up a social media strategy, you'd accompany each other on social event and the PDA would be very clearly stated upon the mutual agreement between you and your lawyers. Involvement of other people around you would always be discussed prior and clear communication is key. We do not want to make anyone feel uncomfortable. Of course, an NDA is part of this agreement."

It was impossible to look at him just yet. Her head was spinning. She was on the verge of crying and had to somehow hold herself together in front of all those people. She had to get out fast, like fast fast. She had her answer. He did not like her in the same way she liked him.

"Excuse me for a moment, I feel sick," she said and swiftly got up, nearly tripping over her own feet as she sprinted out.

part 11

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little-tainted-angel · 4 months

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๑ A secret between interlinked fingers.

Tim Drake x male!reader

Category: [Fluff/sfw/comical(?)]

Warnings: 5/5 bat-bros (Dick, Jason, Tim, Duke and Damian), male reader. Mention of Cassandra. 4/5 bat-bros don't believe Tim could go to therapy at all (I doubt any of them would). Reader uses Spanish pet names. May be too OOC.

Request: Yes / No | From: Anon.

«Hey! Could you please write Tim Drake x reader? Basically Tim is secretly dating a guy and they nostly hang out at school, his brother's get a bit too curious and listen in <3»

Note: My first request! Glad to have you here <3 I apologize if this isn't linked to your ask, Tumblr for some reason wouldn't let me edit it. I only had the options "delete" "program publication" and "post". Also, sorry this is short and if I got the characters personality wrong, I don't really know how to write Tim.

Resume: Tim and reader are dating, but they mostly just spend time in their school. His brothers got curious, and since all of them were raised by the world's best detective, is up to them to resolve the mystery that is Tim's relationship.

"I swear there's something strange in the kid's behavior," Jason muttered as he sat down on the couch, next to Damian while Duke was sitting on the other extreme. Dick was standing in front of them.

The four brothers (Cass also noticed, but Cass being Cass had already found out what it was), noticed that the brother —that was currently disappeared from the manor— had slight changes in his behavior.

It was sort of positive, they noticed. But they didn't know what caused it (therapy was discarded as an option by group agreement).

"Maybe he's self-improving for once?" Duke suggested, though he didn't sound convinced himself.

"TT. Doubt that Drake of all people could self-improve his pathetic self," Damian rolled his eyes.

"Damian, be nice," Dick sighed, looking at one of his baby brothers.

"Well, there must be a reason of why this small change." Jason crossed his arms.

"...And if we follow him to find out the reason?" Duke suggested.

"Wouldn't he notice?" Dick raised an eyebrow.

"It won't hurt giving it a try," he shrugged.

"I say we do it. What can end up wrong?" Jason pointed out.

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"All of this is ridiculous," Damian murmured.

"You agreed to it Habibi," Jason hummed, making Damian click his tongue.

The brothers managed to follow Tim to his school. That was the moment they noticed a male getting closer to Tim with a smile.

You were a new addition, they quickly realized. As they had never seen you before with Tim. And Tim seemed at ease with you.

"A boy?" Dick said amused. "That's the cause for Tim's subtle change?"

Don't get him wrong, his baby brother can date whoever he wants. He was just surprised Tim changed because of someone else.

"Who is dumb enough to be interested in him?" Damian replied, clearly not believing what he was seeing.

"That guy we just saw, apparently," Duke hummed.

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"Everything okay, Amor?" You asked Tim, as he seemed to be slightly on edge.

"Yeah...I just feel like someone's watching me." Tim replied, sighing as he left his head rest on your shoulder. He was tired, you could tell.

You hummed softly as one hand came to brush his hair out of his face.

"When did you last slept?" You asked him, quietly enough for no one else to hear you.

Tim grumbled quietly, avoiding the question.

"Cariño, when did you last slept?" You asked again with a small sigh.

"...48 hours ago?"

"Tim."

"You asked."

"Do I have to drug you for you to sleep properly?" You murmured, gently massaging his scalp.

"Mmm....maybe," Tim replied back, closing his eyes as he left you touch his hair.

"What am I supposed to do with you, Amor?"

"Love me," Tim replied.

"I already do that, it's easy," you said amused.

Tim grumbled some sort of answer that you couldn't process.

"Yeah, you're definitely sleep deprived, Amor."

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mhahaikyuus · 8 months

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comfort

a/n: anon requested shoto fic so i pulled out one of the drafts not really edited but i just wanted to post. i usually just do hurt/comfort but wanted to do something different

tags:; just fluff, a lot of pda, shoto showing his feelings, touchy reader, a couple in love

“Hi sweet boy.” You greeted giving him two kisses.

Shoto gave a smile at your cupping his cheeks slightly flushing at the contact.

You flopped on the couch with arms open. He stood closer to the couch with your hand in his.

“Yes my love.”

You tugged on his arm, “Come here.”

“But you’re laying on all the couch cushions.” He pointed out still standing over you.

“I know I want you to lay on me.” Tugging on his sleeve.

“But i’ll crush you.” He was genuinely confused.

“I don’t care. Now come here.” You demanded until he finally leaned over and pressed his weight into you.

He still was stiff until you began to trail your hands up his spine and into his hair making him relax into your neck.

“You can touch me you know? I don’t mind.” You whispered into his hair giving him gentle kisses on his forehead.

He was melting into you and your words. You’ve been dating for almost 2 months now and he still is afraid of initiating any touch towards you. It made him nervous. He had never been touched like this, not since his mom anyway.

He began to become comfortable fully pressing his weight into you and relishing the tiny kisses you gave him. Your attention was all he craved in life. Now that he had it he was never letting you go. Shoto didn’t know how touch starved he was, but if he had no interaction with you for more than 12 hours he got fidgety and nervous. He wanted to spend all his time with you.

Even doing things most boys would rather avoid, like shopping or watching you do makeup.

Sitting on the floor you were sitting criss cross applesauce with your makeup scattered around you. Shoto walked into your room in his pajamas.

“Sho? what are you doing?” You said eyes traveling from your mirror to his reflection standing behind you.

“I’m just watching.” He shrugged

“Sit down.” You said turning toward him and pulling his hand to sit on the floor.

Shoto sat down and moved his legs to be outside your hips. Uncrossing your legs you let them rest against his thighs.

He was peering over your shoulder in interest as you dug through your makeup bag.

“What’s that.” He asked with curious mismatched eyes.

Leaning against him you pulled out what he was gesturing and held it up.

“It’s a beauty blender.”

“What’s that.” He repeated pressing his finger against the spongy texture.

“It’s like a sponge to put on makeup.” You replied.

He hummed in reply and watched intensely as you applied foundation on your face.

Shoto’s hands were wrapped against your stomach with his face pressed into your spine when he wasn’t watching.

“You okay love?” You said reaching for your makeup and he began to lean his weight into you nuzzling into your back. His hair tickling you with your tank top.

“You’re just warm and soft.” He sighed

“Did you have a bad day?”

“No I just missed you.” Shoto grumbled squishing his cheek into your spine.

Shoto not only wanted your touch he needed it. Shoto never thought himself possessive until you. He wanted all your attention and time forever if he could.

When you first started dating Shoto would lock up at the thought of touching, too scared of rejection from you.

You on the other hand would gently ask him if it was alright and getting a yes, you would sit in his lap, play with his hair, hold his arm as you walked, hug him goodbye and give him gentle cheek kisses.

As time went on Shoto became less nervous and started to crave your touch.

You noticed he would invade your space for some attention. Always by your shoulder, holding your hand, and watching you; not that you minded.

In the mornings you would cup his face and smother him in kisses before getting up. One day you had overslept and forgot and Shoto was so distraught until you came home thinking he had done something.

Your house filled with your favorite flowers. You were so confused thinking you had missed an important date but your boyfriend being an over thinker, went above and beyond to get you to forgive him.

“Sho? Baby what’s going on?” You asked placing your work bag in the kitchen chair looking at the array of flowers filling your kitchen.

He peeked out your bedroom with the most worried eyes.

“I’m sorry. I never want to upset you y/n. I hope you can forgive me.” He said scrunching his hands at his sides. A habit you learned he did when he wanted to touch you but was restraining himself.

You grabbed his face you kissed him until his frown lines lessened.

“I’m not upset baby why would you think so?” You asked your thumbs gently stroking his cheeks trying to calm him down.

As stoic as Shoto was you learned many of his behaviors were rooted in anxiety.

“You left without our kiss goodbye.” He said his hands on your waist. Breathing a sigh of relief at your loving nature. Expecting you to be cold or angry with him but you welcomed him with open arms and loving eyes.

“I’m sorry i was rushing I wasn’t thinking.” You explained, “Thank you for the flowers though they are gorgeous.” You said looking around the room

“I’m happy we are not angry with each other.” Shoto said blinking with blue and brown eyes down at you.

You raised yourself up on your toes to kiss the most thoughtful man in your life.

“Me too.” You said with a laugh, “I know you made a florist’s day.”

His hands wrapped around your waist to pull you into a hug before murmuring, “I bought out two shops.”

Your eyes widened and you pulled away. “Shoto! How much did you spend.”

He shrugged, “Doesn’t matter.”

You sighed knowing it was a pointless argument with him.

Everytime you told him to not spend his money on you in exorbitant amounts he would shrug with a kiss and hand you a gift always stating, “Money is no object and I love you. If I don’t spend it on you what would I spend it on.”

“I love the flowers thank you this is more than enough.” You kissed his lips as he leaned in to you

“I love you.” He stated

“Oh! yea that too. I love you so much.” You reassured

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ghost-proofbaby · 1 year

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I literally love your work and this 3k celebration is absolutely GENIUS so can I please get a filthy martini with Steve Harrington? Can it be enemies with benefits(also hate fucking? I blame you for this new trope obsession bc 24 hours GOT ME FERAL)?

nonnie i love you this is the such an incredible request i can only hope i did it justice oh my GOD

come party with me!

sweet like honey (steve harrington x fem! reader)

warnings: smut, p in v, mean steve sort of if you squint?, oral f receiving, talk of unprotected sex, cnc hickies? is that a thing? she says no and then he does it anyway?, arguing over using protection (steve says he'll convince her to not use it next time, but they use it this time!), not edited, minors dni

You hate him. You swear it to yourself, to your friends, to your own mother who sometimes points him out at sport events or at the local grocery store. You hate Steve Harrington. Simple as that.

But maybe, just maybe, it isn't as simple as that.

Because you hate him, yes - to your very core - but you still always end up here. You still answer when he texts you in the middle of the night, you still meet him at your spot at the park that serves as a halfway point between your house and his, and you still end up in his lap in the backseat of the BMW his daddy bought for him.

“This is the last time, Harrington,” you murmur through fervent kisses as you sit as comfortably as possible in his lap, “I mean it.”

He pulls back with that boyish grin that you absolutely despise, tightening his grip on your hips as his head tilts, “Of course, honey. Just like you said the last two times, right?”

You don’t offer him an answer, instead plunging back in for a biting kiss. You imagine that if you take his bottom lip between your teeth hard enough, if you bite down with the right pressure, he’ll bleed. And the thought of tasting Steve Harrington’s blood across your tongue is more exciting than you care to admit.

“Yes, but I really do mean it this time,” you insist against his mouth, your hangs tangling against the roots of his hair. Your goal is to mess it up, to rake through the product and all the time you know he spends in the mirror each morning, and ruin it.

He only hums in response and urges you down onto his lap harder, the bulge confined in his jeans pressing into you more noticeably.

“Hard already?” you tsk, rolling your hips harder against him, eliciting a load moan from his lips.

He’s just so easy. Maybe that’s why you keep coming back for more.

“God, just shut up,” he gasps against you, moving his mouth along your jaw and neck.

He starts to suck hard on your sweet spot, which in return makes you tug sharply on his hair. Hard enough to make him hiss in pain, “No fucking marks, how many times do I have to tell you?”

“I know,” he says, clearly not knowing, as he continues to chuckle and trace his finger along the junction of your neck and shoulder, “But imagine just how pretty you’d look, all marked up by me.”

“And imagine how pretty you’d look with your head between my thighs, not fucking talking,” you remark back.

No marks. Because if he left a mark, then people might know. And you’d rather die than have anyone find out you had been fucking around with Steve Harrington the last two months.

Steve suddenly maneuvers the two of you so that you’re laid out across the seat, fitting himself between your legs with clear practice. The two of you have been in this backseat more times than you can count, and have learned your way around the confinement of it all.

He pushes up the flimsy sleep shorts you’d worn out, bunching them at the top of your thighs as far as they will go as he places kisses up your inner thigh, starting at your knee, “I know you said no marks, sweetie,” his tone is laced with condescending confidence, teeth nipping at the soft skin as he looks up at you, “But what about here, hm? Where no one can see them? Do we have a deal?”

He’s going to get his way. He always knows he can get his way when he starts to soften you up like this, one hand gripping your knee and already guiding it over his shoulder as the other trails beneath the waistband of the shorts and draws circles on your hip.

“If anyone can see them, Harrington, I’ll-”

“Kick my ass,” he finishes your sentence for you, already moving to nuzzle his nose into your thigh, “Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard it all before, babe.”

He sucks and nips immediately at your makeshift permission, his saliva glistening against the purple bursting to life on your skin in the shape of his lips.

“Lay off the nicknames,” you sigh, throwing your head back as his moves to make a second mark, higher up and closer to where you ache for him, “Or I will go back home and leave you with blue balls.”

His chuckle vibrates against your skin, eyes flicking up towards you. It’s a shame he’s such an absolute dick, because he looks pretty from here. Hair messed up as you intended, pupils blown wide, lips nearly magnetic against you as if he can’t get enough.

“Oh, honey, you wouldn’t,” he taunts, finally sitting up, beginning to take off your shorts, “We both know you don’t mean it, do you? You can threaten me all you want, but you still come back every,” your shorts are off, and he pauses to lean down and bite at your hip now before continuing, “single,” he moves to the other hip, sucking hard, leaving a weaker shade of violet in his path, “time.”

You don’t reply as you whine out, hips bucking up, encouraging him to get it over with. To put his mouth where you need it most. To stop with his incessant cooing and taunting and to just fuck you with his tongue.

He gets the message fairly clearly through his thick skull.

And you like him best like this, quiet as he slides your panties to the side, tongue on your clit and already sliding his fingers into you, hellbent on unraveling you. He’s learned your body best at this point, knowing when to crook his fingers as he adds a second one, when to alternate between wrapping his lips around your clit to suck and using only the tip of his tongue to trace invisible shapes lost on you. He’s quiet, he’s as messy as a boy like him is capable of getting, and he knows.

But he’s eager. You’d say it’s his downfall, but you truly reap the benefits when he brings you right to the edge only to pull back and begin to make quick work of his own pants. He’s still in his jeans and polo, his work vest discarded in the front seat, his belt quickly joining it.

You have no time to make another smart ass remark. No opportunity to poke fun at the way he bumps his head against the roof of the car or the way he struggles with his zipper a second longer than he should. Because once he’s gotten his cock out of his briefs, thick and pink and already leaking from the tip for you, he makes quick work to be inside you.

“Condom,” you gasp out as his tip circles your interest, making him pause for the first time the entire night.

His eyebrows furrow, “You’re on the pill, yeah? We didn’t use one last time.”

“My mistake,” you grit out, fighting the urge to just let him sink into you, to feel him stretch you in a way you both know only he can, “I know you’re fucking other girls. Wrap it, or I’m out, Harrington.”

A sudden break of softness. In an instant, his teasing halts and he pulls back, looking at you with a hand still wrapped around his base, “I’m not fucking other girls.”

“What?”

“I said,” he leans down, warm brown eyes staring into yours, “I’m not fucking other girls. Only you. Only has been you since this entire thing started.”

If you were an idiot, you’d read more into his words. You’d read into the fact that the town’s womanizer, Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington, has taken himself off the market for you. You’d think about it the rest of the night, your entire way back home, fantasize about it as you closed your eyes and begged for sleep.

But you’re not an idiot. So you laugh at him.

“Bullshit,” you say, maintaining eye contact, daring him into some unspoken war between the two of you.

You watch as his jaw locks, his eyes set in stone, before he suddenly is fumbling around the car floor and producing his wallet. He pulls a condom from where it had been nestled between an abhorrent amount of cash, and he’s hasty in ripping it open.

“Fine,” he mumbles as he rolls the latex over his cock, “Fine. You want me to wear a condom, sweet thing? I’ll wear a condom. But I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll be begging me to go raw next time.”

Your stomach clenches, your core flutters. He hasn’t even fucked you yet, and you’re already reconsidering your insistence.

“Consider it a challenge, Harrington.”

When the stretch finally comes, you’re preening into him, back arching and legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. He’s harsh now in his actions, hardly allotting time to adjust once he bottoms out before he pulls back and repeats the motion, slamming into you harder the second time.

He finds his rhythm quickly; he knows what you like. He knows that you want it rough, that you want him to destroy you from the inside out. Your nails claw at him through the cotton of his shirt, and you consider the ramifications if you were to tear through the fabric, leave holes and make the shirt unrecognizable.

Mommy and daddy would probably buy him a new one.

Your fingers dig in deeper at the thought.

“This good, yeah?” he asks, snapping his hips up into your hard enough to that your body shifts upwards, back burning from the rough tapestry of the seat and the top of your head banging into the car door, “You like it hard, don’t you, baby?”

No words are formed, your mouth open as whines and moans alike tear from your throat, pulling him in closer. He dips his lips back down into your shoulder, placing messy kisses up to your throat.

“You’re always such a good little slut for me, aren’t you? What would your mother think? What would your friends think?” he presses as a hand grips your bare thigh hard enough to leave marks, holding your leg even harder to his hips, “Going all cock drunk for Steve Harrington, the boy you hate.”

“Shut up,” you groan out, grabbing at his hair and pulling harshly, trying to lift his head from your throat. He doesn’t follow the pull of your hand. Instead, he bites down on the skin he was previously kissing innocently against.

He leaves a mark. You know he does. But all you're capable of is a pathetic whine as your pussy flutters around him, sucking him deeper into you.

“Fucking knew it,” he mumbles against the skin before his tongue lathes over the spot that still stings, “Fucking knew you loved being marked up, baby. Tried to stop me all this time because you knew you loved it so much.”

“Steve,” you beg as your head hits the door yet again from the force of another thrust.

He slows his movements, head lifting to take in your features. Your teary eyes, your heaving chest to match his own, “Fuck, too hard?”

You breathlessly laugh, shaking your head, pressing your heel into his lower back, “Harder. Please.”

Those two words are all it takes. Something snaps inside of Steve right there, in his backseat, you a writhing mess beneath him as his jeans continue to slip down his thighs. Your pleads are his command; he offers the smallest of mercies by moving a palm to protect the top of your head before his thrusts turn animalistic.

He’s pounding into you as if his life depends on it, as if your pussy is a warm and wet savior he had sought out for years. The surrounding windows begin to fog over as he presses his sweaty forehead to yours, swallowing each of your mewls in exchange for guttural moans of his own. Your pussy clenches down on him, hard, and it does nothing to slow his pace.

“Fuck,” you call out, back arching further. His hand trails below you and settles into the curve of your lower back, pressing you up against him further as he continues. “Oh my God, don’t stop. Please, fuck- Don’t stop. Please, please.”

Steve laughs lowly at your babbling, “I’m not, sweetheart. I’m not. Let go.”

Just like that, you feel the pleasure heat up your core, molten between your hips as you feel every inch of him continue to stretch your walls. His hips begin to stutter as you tighten around him, crying out as the coil tightens to it’s breaking point. It overflows from you, whimpers and cries alike as he kisses them away with clashing lips and teeth. The waves of euphoria are still consuming you and dragging you under when he suddenly stiffens, stilling deep inside of you and collapsing down on top of your chest, groaning the loudest of the night between pants, his hand still curled into the small of your back.

You suddenly wish you could feel his heat filling you. He was right - next time, there will be no condoms. You want to feel him, need to feel all of him.

You both are quiet as you catch your breaths, neither saying a word as you come down from your highs. In a moment of innocent serenity, accidental peace amongst enemies, he presses his cheek against your sternum through your own shirt. You can feel his heart hammering in his chest against your torso.

But the peace must end. Because you’re you, and Steve’s Steve, and the two of you can only fit together so effortlessly for so long. He finally lifts his head, the devilish boyish grin returning, as he asks, “So, same time tomorrow, honey?”

#3k celebration #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #side note i tried to make a divider for this event but can't figure out how to make it transparent boooo #i wrote this in like an hour i'm sorry if it sucks haha #it simply poured out of me the moment i saw the request

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moondrop-writes · 1 year

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Okay okay I know you JUST wrote something for me but I also JUST got an idea! What about either Connor Stoll or Percy dating a daughter of Dionysus!? He doesn’t know initially but when he noticed them spending more time together he gets suspicious and then when he walks into her cabin without word one day and catches her kissing him he realizes that his precious daughter is dating the guy…which he’s not pleased about. So he threatens his daughter’s boyfriend and is all “if you so much as look at her the wrong way I WILL hunt you down and you’ll regret it for the rest of your life” but ultimately approves because he sees how happy that he makes the reader? And so he goes back to reader and tries to make the threat not seem as bad and they just have a cute little picnic or something together.

If you choose to ignore that’s fine cause you did JUST write something for me, but I think it might be interesting.

hi hi! and no worries about the amount of requests ill take em all! because i just wrote something with percy, i'll go with connor + i love the stoll brothers so...thank you for the request!

edit: i just realized i completely forgot the picnic part...im so sorry :(

You sat on a bench on the porch of your cabin, bending grapevines and leaves amongst twigs to fold it into a crown. Connor, amused, sat at your feet, chin hooked on top of your knee.

"Just wait," you murmured, tongue poking out from your lips as you tie the twigs with a few stray pieces of string, "it looks better when it's on your head."

Connor hummed, raising an eyebrow. You've pricked your fingers about five times, and it'd been an hour of you carefully crafting the crown, but he'd stayed there at your feet for every second of it.

"Aha!" you grinned and leaned down to place it in his curls. Immediately, his dark curls seemed to swallow it up. He winces, as pulls on one curl that had been tugged on uncomfortably when it was placed in his head.

You'd been right, it did look better on his head. The leaves stood out in his dark hair, and the wood of the twigs was a lighter shade than his hair.

You smiled, cradling his cheeks in your hands. "See? Perfect."

He giggled, "me or the crown?"

"Both."

You leaned in to kiss him, when your name was sharply called.

"Y/N!" Your head shot up to find your father, Dionysus, making his way towards you. Connor's eyebrows furrowed, showing his distaste at the intrusion, but stood up and shuffled away a bit. Not even he would dare face your father.

"Papa," you greeted, standing up. He glanced at Connor, but looked over it and waved you forward. Nervously, you hopped down the steps to greet him. Even if he was your dad, and you were around him frequently, he was still a god and could very much turn you into a shellfish if he pleased.

"Yes?" You asked, hands folded behind your back. Your father rubbed his temple, can of coca-cola in hand.

"I need you to overlook the new campers in the archery range. I would ask somebody else, but they all made up excuses and I don't have the energy to do it," he looked genuinely sympathetic for you, knowing very well how much of a pain some new campers could be. It wasn't new to you, for him to treat you so kindly, but Connor made a noise of surprise in the back of his throat.

"Yes, papa. I'll be there in a moment, let me grab my bow," you ran back into the cabin, and exited just in time to hear your dad dismiss your boyfriend.

You gave Connor a brief wave, which he grinned and returned, but stopped and ran when your father stared at him.

"God, I hate Hermes' kids," he said before taking a sip of his drink.

You chuckled weakly, shouldering your bow. "Yeah..."

He walked off, and you blew out a puff of air.

Guess telling you dad about the status of you and Connor's relationship was once again put off.

Dionysus knew there was a problem with his eldest child, he just couldn't figure out what.

Castor and Pollux were easy, both boys barely into their teenage years. You were a different story. You showed a whole new set of emotions and talents that Dionysus couldn't figure out. It's why he and your mother hadn't worked out very long (other than the fact he was already married). You and your mother were very similar, but you were both very stubborn.

You obeyed, most of the time, but there were certain things you just refused to bend to. It was what had intrigued him of your mother, but now, while he was attempting to raise you well, it was a struggle.

But even then, you'd become more closed off. You used to greet him daily, whether it was a wave or coming up to say, "good morning!" you always gave him some sort of hello. And sometimes, you'd even join him to play card games, which is more than what he could say for your brothers.

Now though? Each morning when you walked by the big house you were talking to either Connor or Travis, sometimes even both, and it'd been weeks since you bothered to come play games, or even hang around with him.

He didn't want to say he missed you, because it didn't bother him that much. But he was a literal manifestation of entertainment and got bored rather quickly. He loved his boys, but he'd always had a closer bond with you than them. You were a form of entertainment to him, but you were also his daughter and such a shift in behavior concerned him.

Hate to say it out loud or not, he loved you dearly. You were his only little girl.

And it wasn't just the fact you'd stopped talking to him, it was the fact you stopped talking to your brothers too. Castor had approached him on the verge of tears because he'd thought he'd done something to offend you. But, when he payed more attention, he found it was because you'd taken to following the Stoll brothers around.

But teenagers did that right? Leave their annoying little siblings in order to hang out with friends? Gods, he's watched too many romance movies with you.

The number of times he's stared at a TV screen and seen the whiny little sibling snitch on the older sibling after they'd snuck out to talk with their partner should be a crime.

His thoughts flit back to Castor, sniffling in front of him because his older sister was off with Connor Stoll somewhere.

You, with Connor Stoll, somewhere.

Oh, my gods.

He stood up abruptly, just narrowly avoiding knocking over the table as he stormed down the steps of the big house. You had some major explaining to do.

It was easy to see why'd you been dating someone. He cherished you for a reason, so it isn't hard to see why someone else wouldn't. But you were still his daughter.

Connor Stoll? Really? He didn't want you dating any of these brats but there were certainly better options than Connor Stoll. Like that one Apollo boy, but Dionysus is pretty sure he's gay.

He approaches the cabin quickly, and he watches the camper's part to let him walk through. It's easy to anger a god, but it's not easy to soothe that anger.

Dionysus swings the door open and pauses. He doesn't know why he was so shocked, but he supposes it was just the confirmation that stopped him.

There were only three beds in the rather large cabin, so he found yours with ease. There was you, lip locked, with Connor Stoll. He felt his veins light with rage as the two of you jumped apart.

Connor's hand was still on your thigh, and yours on his arm.

"Hands off," he grumbled, swatting at his arm. Connor pulled back as if he'd slapped him.

"Papa!" you cried, jumping up. He didn't touch you, but he held out his arm and you understood. Quietly, you took a step back, staring at the floorboards.

He turned back to Connor, staring at him with wide brown eyes. He raised a finger to jab in his chest.

"Listen, Stoll, because I'm not going to repeat myself," he leaned back, gesturing to the space between you and him. Connor nodded shakily.

"Yes, Mr. D," he stuttered out, glancing over to you.

"Ah, ah, ah. No, eyes on me," Connor's eyes flit to him.

"If you even look at her again, I will make sure you and your future kids regret it for the rest of your small mortal lives. Understood?"

"Yes," he repeated, struggling to make eye contact.

"Good," Dionysus said and then he points to the door, "now get out."

Connor does, only after pausing at the door. He doesn't look back though, and Dionysus turns to you.

He sighs when he sees your tears, and you sniffle softly. "Y/N," he calls gently, raising his hand to wipe at your tears. You turn your head, and his hand brushes your shoulder instead.

You wouldn't dare say anything, so that meant it was all up to him.

"You know I'm doing this for you. Connor...he's just, not the right fit--"

"I loved him though!" you shouted, hiding your face in your hands, "he made me really happy, Papa, and you ruined it!" You sobbed, loud and noisy, and it reminded him of when you were young and wailed over things such as scraped knees.

"You're still young," he tries to reason, "there will be others!"

"Not like Connor," you say, "and besides, I doubt you'd approve of them either."

He pauses at that, hand hovering midair. He never knew what to do to please you anymore. You'd moved away, grown more distant, since your childhood. You'd grown up. He hadn't changed, you had.

Maybe he had to change with you.

His hand grabbed your wrists and pulled them from your face. Then, he wiped at the tears on your cheeks and pulled you close. You fought at first, but melted into the touch once he rested his hand on the small of your back.

"I just want you safe, you know that, right?" he whispered, like it was a secret.

Slowly, you nodded.

"I mean it, Y/N. I love you, and your brothers a lot."

Still, you weren't satisfied.

"And," he said, taking in a deep breath, "if Connor makes you happy then...you can pursue him further."

You jumped back, a grin on your face. "Really?" you asked, a small hint of doubt in your tone.

He sighed, "yes, really."

You threw your arms around him. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Dionysus ran a hand through his hair. "Mhm, yeah, whatever.

You pull back again, your wide grin softening into a shy smile.

"Papa, I can handle myself. I mean it. Thank you."

Finally, a smile makes its way onto his features too.

"Yeah, you're welcome."

#dionysus #connor stoll #pjo x reader #pjo fanfic #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #hoo x reader #pjo hoo toa #trials of apollo #riordanverse #connor stoll x reader #x reader #stoll brothers #stoll brothers x reader #moondrop writes

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: How are we feeling about this moodboard? Merlin BBC doesn’t have a lot of edits/icons/gifs so I’m trying to be creative ... please give your honest thought✌🏼

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SFW🌿

𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑨𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒓

⭑ Gifts, gifts, and more gifts.

⭑ He loves giving you jewelry; and he doesn’t need a reason. He is the King, so he can do whatever he pleases. So, you have jewelry boxes full of jewels, silver, gold, etc.

⭑ He wants to impress you; for you to think that he’s an important man who has no limits.

⭑ He gets Merlin to do the heavy work though

“Merlin! Merlin where are you? I need you to shine this-”

“I’ve spent hours shining that damn necklace!”

“It’s not glittering right. Why isn’t it glittering right?!”

⭑ He loves horseback riding. Arthur LOVES showing off, and looking like he knows exactly what he’s doing.

⭑ All his efforts of looking suave fail. So much so that you can’t stop laughing. So, laughter is a big part of your courtship. Arthur loves your laugh, your smile. The way your eyes light up.

𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏

⭑ He’s very thoughtful and likes to woo you with things that are meaningful.

⭑ Merlin will find out your favourite things and surprise you with them.

⭑ He asked you on a date one afternoon after he had been pumped up by Gwaine.

“You can do this Merlin,” Gwaine said while grabbing the sorcerer’s shoulders.

“Yeah, yeah of course I can ... I can do this! No, wait, Gwaine. I can’t-”

⭑ He did though, only because you had overheard the conversation and couldn’t wait for him. So, you walked up behind him, tapped his shoulder, and said ‘‘yes, where are going to go?”

⭑ Merlin will use magic, he definitely will. Making the fireflies glow brighter, the fire burn warmer.

⭑ He loves resting his forehead against yours. Being still with one another, noses touching, hands holding the others’.

𝑺𝒊𝒓 𝑮𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆

⭑ He would flirt with you without shame. Trying to charm you with his best efforts. You would flirt back, not taking anything from it - it was harmless. It didn’t mean anything.

⭑ Until Gwaine couldn’t get you out of his head. And you lived there absolutely rent-free.

⭑ He yearns to be around you. The way your mind works ... he doesn’t know many people like that.

⭑ Gwaine would spend a lot of time with you. Wanting to get to know everything about you. He’d ask questions, probe, poke, wanting to see every side of you.

⭑ He’s very excitable and likes to thrill seek with you.

⭑ Gwaine loves to play fight with you, but also train you to be able to defend yourself. He’s fun-loving and always makes sure you’re having a good time.

𝑺𝒊𝒓 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒕

⭑ He courts you with grace and the utmost respect. He always makes sure you’re comfortable and well.

⭑ Very protective but in a subtle way - he doesn’t arc up when another guy is looking at you, but is able to diffuse any situation.

⭑ Lots and lots and lots of flowers. New ones everyday. And they aren’t even bouquets; they could be from a garden or in the forest. At one point you felt bad that he was picking them from nature, so he bought seeds and asked for a place to plant them. He then tended to the seeds for weeks, and eventually they started to grow.

⭑ He said “now you can have flowers everyday, for as long as they grow, I will be here.”

⭑ Light touches; moving the hair from your face and gently removing an eyelash from your face.

⭑ He often leaves you needy and wanting more; but he isn’t meaning to tease you. He’s just that soft.

𝑺𝒊𝒓 𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒏

⭑ He courts you through food and good conversation. Either making the food himself, taking you to the markets, or asking the royal cooks to make something special for you.

⭑ Leon loves making you feel content -

“Are you warm enough, my love?”

“Do you want another slice?”

“How are you feeling?”

⭑ He may not seek out exciting adventures, but that’s what you like about Leon. He’s grounding and that’s how he caught your heart. You need someone secure, someone safe.

⭑ The first few months into your courtship, he never let the two of you be alone together. He wanted to be traditional. But that didn’t really work because he was so in love with you. Therefore, he would take the food to your door so he could focus on eating, rather than ... you

⭑ He loves being in your company - and courts you by spending quality time with you. Where Gwaine asks questions and listens with focus, your time with Leon would be just ... existing in each other’s presence. Not pushing anything; just letting whatever comes up - comes up.

𝑺𝒊𝒓 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍

⭑ His intent in courting you is to make you feel wanted. He knows what it’s like to be left out, so Percival makes sure you’re included and desired.

⭑ When he first saw you in the tavern, he didn’t think much of you - it wasn’t until you cut a man off and had to practically throw him out that he was enamored with you.

⭑ Percival loves PDA, he doesn’t have a problem with it at all. He wants to hold your hand, kiss your neck, and have you in his lap.

⭑ He’s actually a good singer and will hum things when you’re together without knowing it.

⭑ Likes to dance with you - whether that’s inside, around people, or outside, underneath the moon

⭑ He isn’t overly romantic, because he’s somewhat clueless in these matters. But he does his best to show his feelings through action.

𝑺𝒊𝒓 𝑬𝒍𝒚𝒂𝒏

⭑ He likes making you feel safe. Throughout your courtship, he always went the extra mile. Walking you to your front door (literally, he’ll wait until you’ve gone in. But he never goes inside until you invite him.)

⭑ Elyan wants to show you new things; share new experiences with you. Going on adventures and creating memories.

⭑ He’ll call in after his watch and make sure you’re okay.

⭑ If you need any errands done but don’t want to do them - he’s your man

⭑ Wants you to know that if you have any problems, he’ll fix them. No matter what they are. There’s a leak? He’ll patch it up, you’re fighting with your sister? He’ll sit and let you vent.

⭑ Elyan would make you feel less alone in this huge world. He knows how it feel to be alone, and never wants that for you.

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thebadgerclan · 1 year

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The Feast of Sankt Nikolai

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Summary: You celebrate the Feast of Sankt Nikolai

A/N: Idk when I decided that Nikolai is a MASSIVE simp for his wife, but tell me it doesn’t fit 😂

Crown and dress references at the end

There was always a ball for the Feast of Sankt Nikolai. It wasn’t only Ravka’s biggest holiday, it was also the King’s Saints’ Day, which could not go uncelebrated. Your husband had shifted the focus of the party to the holiday rather than himself, loving the festive season as much as his people. If not more. The kitchen staff had been working all week to prepare the feast, the servants had been up since dawn cleaning and decorating the ballroom, and you’d been ushered into a bath at 3 bells to prepare.

Aside from the party Nikolai threw every year for your birthday, this was the biggest ball of the year, with the entire court and their families in attendance. After you’d bathed, your maids had draped you in a woolen robe and sat you down to work on your hair and makeup. You envied Nikolai in this regard: he didn’t have to spend hours preening before a ball, he could wake up ten minutes before it started, throw on a suit, and be done.

When you were done, you were dressed in a gown of red velvet with an off-the-shoulder neckline, the cuffs of the long sleeves, hem, and neckline trimmed in white fur. It had been fashioned after the version of Sankt Nikolai that visited children’s homes in the night and delivered presents, something you’d always found charming. Your hair was curled and pinned into an updo, diamond snowflakes pinned throughout, a tiara of glittering snowflakes nestled atop your head. Such was the theme of your other jewels for the evening: snowflake earrings and a diamond snowflake pendant around your neck, your engagement and wedding rings on your finger.

Nikolai entered the bedroom, dressed in his military dress uniform, and stopped dead in his tracks. Your maids curtsied and excused themselves, leaving you with your husband. “My love,” he whispered, stepping forward and taking your hands in his. “You are absolutely radiant. I… Saints, I could look at you all day.” You felt your face warm, and Nikolai kissed you sweetly. “But there’s no time for that. Not if we want to make the party.”

Your husband took your arm and led you down to the ballroom, nearly falling down the stairs with how frequently he turned to look at you. You were announced and you entered, taking in the beauty of the ballroom. Tinsel and garland was strung from the ceiling and candles lit the entire room. Wreaths of evergreen graced every table, and the feast was already laid out. Brown sugar glazed ham, scalloped potatoes, roasted green beans, freshly baked rolls, wine, champagne, ale, and beer graced the table, and Nikolai forwent a formal speech in favor of simply declaring “Enjoy yourselves!”

Court business had been banned from this ball, and everyone was glad for the break. Laughter flowed as freely as the wine, and you found yourself laughing at the Duchess of Caryeva’s story in a very un-queen like manner. Your husband had his arm slung around your shoulder, keeping you close to him as you conversed with members of your court. When the feast was cleared away, Nikolai reached beneath the table and handed you a wrapped parcel.

“Kolya,” you said, taking the gift from his hands. “Now Y/N, darling, I don’t want to hear ‘You didn’t have to get me anything’, because we both know I make it my duty to spoil my bride absolutely rotten. This is just a taste of what I have for you tomorrow morning.” You shook your head, but you were smiling as you tore the paper, revealing a rare, first edition of your favorite novel. “Oh, Nikolai,” you said, and the King leaned in close.

“So, did I do good?” “Yes!” you cried, throwing your arms around him. “I love it, thank you!” Nikolai kissed you deeply, not caring that his entire court was watching, pulling you even closer to him. “Of course, my dear. Now,” he said, reluctantly pulling away and standing. “If my queen would be amenable, I should like to ask for her hand in a dance.” A servant took your book, promising to deliver it directly to your rooms, and you stood, taking Nikolai’s hand.

The King led you to the floor, bowing before you as you curtsied, before taking your hands. The musicians struck up a waltz and you spun around the room, a smile on your face the entire time. Nikolai leaned forward to kiss you every so often, which made you giggle, and when the dance ended, your husband brought you to the side of the room and refreshed your drinks.

The rest of the evening was spent dancing, drinking, laughing, and overall shirking the responsibilities of the crowns you wore. The servants brought out desserts: cookies, cakes, candies imported from Kerch, and the party lasted for several hours. In fact, most of the court was still drinking and dancing at 2 bells. But soon after that, people began leaving, and the musicians began playing a slow song. Nikolai pulled you into his arms, swaying back and forth slowly.

“Happy Saints’ Day, Kolya,” you whispered, and he laughed softly. “I’d nearly forgotten that was today.” “Did you? That’s half of the reason we had this ball.” “Hmm,” was all Nikolai said, tightening his arms around you, kissing your forehead. In truth, he’d spent the entire evening watching you. Watching you laugh, watching you smile, watching you dance with various members of the court.

You were dazzling, you were graceful, you were bold, everything a queen should be. And you were his. With all the choices you’d had in a husband, you’d picked Nikolai, and was grateful for that every day. Nikolai had never believed in true love, but then he’d met you, and every expectation he had about true love went out the window. Never in his life had Nikolai known such joy, such passion, such devotion. And he was so devoted to you; the King knew how many admirers he had within his court, how many ladies prayed for the day he took a mistress, but they would be sorely disappointed. There was no woman as beautiful as you, as regal as you, as perfect as you.

“Where’d you go?” you asked, drawing Nikolai out of his revere. “What, darling?” “You had that look on your face.” “What look?” You smiled, cupping his cheek, running your thumb over his cheekbone. “That look you get when you’re so stupidly in love with me that you start smiling like a drunkard.” The King indeed had a dopey smile on his face, and he tipped your chin up to kiss you. “It’s because I am so stupidly in love with you that I can seldom think of anything else.”

He kissed you deeper, and you squealed as he dipped you towards the floor. “Nikolai!” “Hush, woman, let me kiss my wife.” Your squeals turned to laughter as your husband kissed your neck, then your collarbones, before standing you upright. “Perhaps if you want to kiss your wife, you’ll take her upstairs.” A devilish look crossed his face, and Nikolai tucked an arm under your legs and lifted you into his arms. “Perhaps I’ll do just that.”

#nikolai lanstov x reader #shadow and bone fanfiction #nikolai lantsov x you #shadow and bone season 2

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lillylvjy · 3 months

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Now all I want is you.

notes; are we surprised?? I loved writing this- and I have 5 more coming for y’all so be ready for some softball Wilma fics! (And some painter Wilma fics too, promise)

warnings; tooth rotting fluff omg! , nose kisses, Wilma being adorable in the morning, kissing, awkward conversations??, pet names, Wilma panics a bit, just over all cuteness and if I missed anything, please tell me!

edited; yes! By lovely @saccharinesunset ! Y’all should go follow them, they’re pretty cool!

wc; 1.7k

who; softball!wilma x gn!reader

This lovely character was created by @phxntomsdusk and they have a pretty awesome series they’re writing about her here! So if you like this, it’s all inspired by that!

Enjoy!

It was way too early to be awake, the sun from the sheer, tan curtains peeking through and saying hello and good morning as you groaned and turned your head away from the harsh sun’s rays of light. As you shifted your body away from the sun, the pair of arms wrapped around your waist pulled you tighter against the body that the arms belonged to.

Smiling, you slowly opened your eyes, letting them adjust to the newly lit room. Your gaze went to the sleeping girl who was lying on top of you, holding you like you’d leave at any moment, yet so gently that you almost believed you were a fragile piece of art that she created.

You gently placed a hand in her hair, moving the hair that fell on her face to look at her as you ran your fingers through her hair. You smiled down at her; her mouth was slightly open, small snores coming out as her head was pressed to your chest. She looked precious and calm. You didn’t want anything to happen but for her to stay here with you in this moment, looking as calm and at peace as she did right now.

Placing a gentle kiss on her nose, you felt her body shift and felt her nuzzle into you more. Her nose scrunched up as your hair tickled her face, making you giggle at her cute expression. Hearing her groan and sigh, you rubbed her head again, smiling down at her as she moved up and hid her face in your neck.

“Good morning to you too, baby,” you said as she whined and moved the blanket up to encase her whole body, only leaving your head exposed.

“No talking, more sleep.” Her voice was raspy and full of sleep, arms wrapping around you even tighter as her legs stayed tangled in yours.

Laughing, you pulled the blanket off and moved your head so her face was visible for you again. Wilma realized she wouldn’t win this battle to stay asleep any time soon, so she opened her eyes slowly, making sure to blink away the sleep as much as she could before her vision cut to see you smiling at her. Smiling back, she placed a kiss on your lips before you pushed her back slightly and shook your head.

“I haven’t brushed my teeth ye—”

“Shhh, I don’t care…” Wilma cut you off as she slowly leaned back down and placed another kiss on your lips, one that was much longer and full of so much love and warmth. Gently putting her weight on her left forearm, she placed her right hand on your cheek as she shifted up the bed so her head was in line with yours, making the moment a bit more comfortable for you both.

It was slow, nothing more than pure adoration and love during the moment, the two of you only wanting to be with each other and never leave the other’s embrace. Who cares about softball and art and school when Wilma could spend all day looking at you and talking with you? Yes, she loved softball, but she started loving you more a long time ago. You were a walking, living, breathing piece of art as it was, so technically, she could stare at you for hours on end and learn as much from it as she could from any other piece of art, maybe even more. She didn’t really like school, so that was a bonus for her either way. She just wanted you and you only. And you wanted her just as much.

As you pulled away, eyes meeting her own chocolate-brown eyes, a smile formed on your mouth as you remembered why this morning was so important and why this sleepover even happened. Well, part of the reason.

As you reached your arm back, Wilma looked at you with confusion. Yet her own smile took shape as you grabbed your phone and looked at the time.

8:45.

You showed her the screen and laughed, as she still had furrowed eyebrows and let out a confused giggle.

“What?” She asked as she took your phone away and looked in your eyes again as your laughing came down a bit.

“You actually forgot! Maybe I am a bad influence on you….”

“Forgot what? You better tell me!”

“You have practice in 15 minutes, star player,” you said as your words registered in Wilma’s head and her eyes looked like they would pop out of her sockets at any time. She quickly hopped off of you as she scrambled to her dresser, getting her pants and belt out as well as a random shirt and socks.

“Shit, okay! I wouldn’t say you're a bad influence, more of a distraction from how beautiful you are“---a kiss—“And yet again, that isn’t your fault. More of mine for getting caught up, but I’m not mad!”---and another one. “Are you gonna get ready?”

Wilma kept coming back over to kiss you while getting ready, almost tripping and falling on her face from her pacing everywhere all at once. Giggling, you quickly got up and grabbed her shoulders as she did her belt and looked up at you with raised eyebrows, her chest going up and down unevenly.

“Breathe.” You said as she took a deep breath with you and nodded, finally settling down into a comfortable stance. “Good girl. Now, I’m going to get ready. You get dressed and then I’ll braid your hair quickly. It won’t hurt you being late just once. Plus, my mom knows I spent the night and how we’re both not morning people; she’ll understand. I promise,” you told her as you kissed her cheek. She finished putting on her belt and hummed in understanding. You went to your bag and grabbed the pair of leggings you brought with you, but didn’t grab the shirt, as you had an idea.

You went to her dresser and opened up her shirt drawer, going all the way to the left and finding that one baby blue shirt of hers, the one with her number on the back that was slightly cracked from the wash, with the team name on the front. You had designed them a couple years ago for the team to have, making them and having your mom hand them out to them without them knowing it was all you. Let’s just say Wilma was the only one that ever really knew, and she never let you live it down. You slid it onto your body, the shirt falling big like most of her shirts did, and put on socks and sneakers before making your way to the bathroom where Wilma waited.

As she looked up at you through the mirror, she smiled at you as she saw the shirt. She always thought you looked best in her clothes, made them look better than she did. But she loved it—always loved when you wore it out in public or one of her old jerseys to the games and sat in the dugout with your mom, cheering her on. She appreciated it and loved it so much.

She turned around, quickly wrapping her arms around your waist as she leant down and kissed you gently before pulling back and looking at the shirt. “You look good, baby.”

You smiled up at her as you caressed her jawline. “Thank you, my love. Now let’s get this hair braided so we can leave!”

After braiding Wilma’s hair, you both went downstairs, greeting her mom and Wilbur as you filled her water and she made sure she had everything she needed. And just as soon as you greeted them both, you said your farewells, knowing for a fact you would probably be seeing them again sooner rather than later.

Hopping in Wilma’s truck, she quickly put her practice playlist on, which was filled with country and folk music, just something to get her in the mood to play her best. As if she ever had a bad day. At least, you never thought she did. It was different for her, obviously.

Both of you sang the lyrics, windows rolled down, letting the slightly warm air into the car as Wilma held your hand on the center console and smiled at you every once in a while.

As you both finally made it to the field, seeing the girls just throwing to each other, Wilma asked you for the time as she got her bag.

“9:10! Not bad for not speeding!” you joked as she scoffed and took her water from you.

“Oh shush! I don’t speed.”

“Oh really? Remember that one movie night we had? When there were only a couple more stocks of those balls you really like? Oh! Or when I—“

“Okay! I get it! I speed…sometimes,” Wilma said as you both went into the dugout and set your stuff down, Wilma getting her shoes on, asking you to tie them for you claiming she needed to save her hands for pitching, which got an eye roll and a smile from you.

“Nice for you to join us!” your mom called out with a smile as you both walked out, Wilma quickly apologizing before going with the rest of the girls. You walked up to your mom, putting your hat on, as the sun started to shine brighter in the sky as the morning hours went on. “Have fun?”

“Please don’t be mad at her,” you said as you looked at her with a serious expression. “We both overslept and didn’t realize the time—“

“Honey. I don’t care. I was your age once too! Having fun and being young and in love! Just don’t do anything ba—“

“I’m walking away! We’re not having this conversation right now,” you said as you covered your ears and walked back to the dugout, grabbing a glove.

“We’ll talk about it later, fine. But I’m not mad, I’m just happy you both are here. I get it. Now I need your help with some stuff—“

You drowned your mom out as you had quick eye contact with Wilma, her sending you a smile as she turned back to her teammate she was throwing with, leaving you a giddy, blushing mess.

Jesus, she was going to be the death of you.

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Prom with Vaxleth?

26. Prom setting this in grow with the flow! buckle the FUCK UP

It starts with a social media post—Vex's, to be specific. Vax groans, his phone hovering just a few inches above his face, and Keyleth turns her head away from the business email she's been writing and rewriting for the last half hour to ask, "What is it?"

"Look." And then the phone is shoved in her face, and she's looking at—

"Is that you?"

All limbs and sharp angles, a teenage Vax in an ill-fitting tuxedo, his hair slicked back with what must be an entire container of hair gel, gives a sultry look to the camera. He's back to back with his sister, who's wearing a shimmering blue strapless gown that makes her legs look a million miles long. They each wear a snowdrop, him on his boutonniere and her on her corsage.

"Is this your prom photo?" Keyleth snatches the phone, grinning from ear to ear, to look even closer. "You two look so good!"

"We look so dorky." Vax tries to grab the phone back, but Keyleth keeps it deftly out of reach. "Apparently, today's the tenth anniversary, and Vex decided to air our dirty laundry on social media."

Keyleth scrolls down to read the comments, and since Vax is tagged, the Grow with the Flow audience is having a field day. "Oh yeah, this is fun. It's half bullying you, half asking to have a threesome with you and Vex."

"Disgusting."

Keyleth finally returns the phone. "Did you guys at least have fun?"

"Well, I hooked up with both the prom queen and the theatre teacher, so...yes."

Keyleth's jaw drops. "At the same time?"

"No." That prompts more questions than it answers, but then Vax asks, "What about you? I wanna see sexy prom photos."

She snorts. "Good luck. I didn't have a prom."

Vax sits up in bed. "For real? Why not?"

"I wasn't kidding when I said Zephrah is small. My graduating class had eleven kids in it. We just had a bonfire instead. That was the first time I successfully shotgunned a beer. There may be pictures of that somewhere!"

Vax pouts, hooking his chin on your shoulder. "So you've never gotten to dress up all pretty, make all the boys and girls go oooooh?"

"Um, well, I got a pretty nice dress for my mom's funeral."

"Oh fucking hell." Vax swings his legs out of bed and snags up his phone. He paces a line in the kitchen, dialing someone and pressing the phone to his ear.

"Who are you calling?"

"My sister. We are fixing this."

Honestly, Keyleth forgets about it. The podcast is really taking off, and pretty much any time not spent researching and scripting and recording and editing is spent coordinating sponsorships and doing the annoying paperwork that comes with owning a business. Vax has some project that he's working on, but he won't tell her what it is, which is fine, because she has more than enough projects on her own plate right now.

She doesn't think to question it when Vex tells her they're going shopping one weekend. Vex likes to shop—well, no. Vex likes to window-shop. Vex rarely spends actual money. Except this time, they go to a little corner boutique, one that sells gowns for weddings and galas. She doesn't know why, but Vex is insistent that she get this long-sleeved emerald green dress that hugs her curves. She tries to argue that it's a ridiculous expense, but Vex promises her they'll do a photoshoot with it for the podcast, and hey, they've been making some pretty good ad revenue these days, so she caves. It's especially hard to say no when Vex buys a dress herself, a slinky black number that makes her look like danger.

She definitely doesn't connect the dots when Vex and Pike burst in unannounced one afternoon when Vax is out, each laden with bags of makeup and hair products. Keyleth's tugged away from her editing to get dolled up, for fun, they insist. The next thing she knows, they're all dressed up, each in their own beautiful gown—Pike's poofy golden dress makes her look like the sun incarnate—and Keyleth's being shoved out the door.

She probably should have figured it out before Vex pulled her car up in front of the botanical garden, where a red carpet lined with silver and gold balloons leads inside the building, but no, it takes Vax, dressed in a sharp black suit that fits like a glove with a slim green tie that matches her dress perfectly, stepping out holding a homemade sign that reads Will you go to prom with me? that she finally fucking gets it.

Crying, she throws her arms around his neck, chastising him for keeping such a momentous secret from her, but Vex is there to scold her for ruining her hair and makeup. Her friends lead her inside, where she's shocked to find the gardens filled with people, most of whom she does not know. Vax explains that he put the call out for anyone in the city who missed out on their high school prom and wants a second chance, with all profits from ticket sales being donated to Keyleth's favorite conservation organization. Keyleth dissolves into a mess again, but Vex and Pike get her cleaned up enough for the evening to begin.

And oh, what an evening. Scanlan's band plays them through a night of dancing, drinking, and all around fun. Keyleth has never spent so much time on a dance floor in her life, but even though she takes plenty of spins with Percy and Grog and the girls, she is happy to have so many with Vax, who can go from an elegant waltz to a shockingly gymnastic twerk with a simple key change.

Some of the other prom attendees are podcast listeners, and Keyleth is so grateful to get to put faces to the numbers she spends more time than she likes to admit obsessing over. Everyone takes thousands of pictures, and she is so excited to see the #growwiththeflow hashtag come morning. The gardens are filled to the brim with people just loving life and enjoying each other's company, and Keyleth, who had never put much thought into what it meant to miss out on such an adolescent right of passage, is beyond grateful to experience this night with these people.

When the evening is winding down, and most of the revelers have either gone home or gone to another location to continue the party, Vax tugs her by the hand deeper into the gardens, far from the area set aside for the event. He boldly strides past a sign forbidding entry, saying "This is not even in the top ten most interesting places I've trespassed" when she stutters in protest.

He stops when they're surrounded by the most beautiful blossoming cherry trees Keyleth has seen since she left Zephrah. The glass ceilings of the botanical gardens let in the light of the stars above, and the entire scene is so fragrant and beautiful. "Vax...this is lovely."

"So are you." She wrinkles her nose at him, and he kisses it. "Did you have fun?"

"I don't think I've ever had so much fun in my life. I can't believe you kept this a surprise from me for so long."

"I can't believe you didn't catch on. I mean honestly, Keyleth, don't tell me I have to be the brains in this relationship, because if that's the case, we're screwed."

She punches his arm. "Jerk."

"Yeah, well, this jerk has one more surprise for you. Look over there." He points over her shoulder and she turns. She squints in the low light, but she sees nothing beyond the cherry trees except more plants.

"I don't understand, is there supposed to be—" She cuts herself off as she turns around to see Vax on one knee, a small box in hand. Her hands fly to her mouth, her eyes instantly watery.

"Keyleth, I am not a man of the gods." His voice is cracked, strained, like he's choking back tears of his own. "There is little that I have ever had faith in in this life. Until you. Until I fell in love with a girl I'd follow to the ends of the earth. Until I learned that fate did not mean that my life was a cart on a track, hurtling toward an uncertain future I couldn't avoid, but rather a certainty, a knowing that in this life, in any life, I am yours until I die and long after. And now my faith is in how much I love you, in how much I know you love me. And I may be a lovesick fool, but I have every faith that love will carry us through whatever the gods have in store for us." Keyleth is openly weeping, her breaths coming fast and sharp. "So, then, Keyleth..." He opens the ring box, revealing a pair of rings, one with a gorgeous smokey gray stone. "Will you marry me?"

She doesn't answer him, choosing instead to tackle him into a kiss that knocks him pack onto the stone pathway of the gardens. She kisses him until she can't breath, until the crying and the laughing and the hyperventilating has him sitting her upright before she passes out. Her hand trembles as he slides the rings onto her finger, and it isn't until he closes the ring box again that he pauses and asks, "Uh, wait, was that a yes?"

"Oh, you are definitely not the brains in this relationship." And she kisses her fiancé again, beneath the stars and the cherry blossoms and the eyes of the gods.

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xomakara · 7 months

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The Highlights of Romance

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Chapter 004 - Moments That Lead To...

"Yes...right there..." A soft groan escaped your lips.

"Right here?" He asked you, his voice low and husky.

"God yes! Right there!"

If people were to pass by in the hallways, they would have gotten the wrong impression. With a deep sigh and clearly out of words, you were laying on your back on the sofa, your feet propped on one of your neighbor's laps. Mark looked over at you, his hand caressing one of your calves. He watched as your chest rose up and down, as if you were trying to catch your breath.

"Geezes woman," Mark began as his fingers worked their magic to your calf. "What in the world did you do that you ended up with a leg cramp?"

"Johnny made me exercise with him this morning. I haven't worked out in a long time, so my muscles aren't used to it." You covered your eyes with your arm. You then propped yourself up with your elbows. "Why do you guys torture yourself with exercise?"

"To look good and stay healthy?" Mark replied with a question, his eyes darting towards the front door as Renjun made his way in. He gave you a wry smile.

"So any progress on your novel?" Yangyang asked from the dining table, looking up from his phone.

With a grunt, you sat up on the couch and gave Yangyang a glare. "Kind of? I’ll have more inspiration if Mark just gives in. And where's Johnny?"

"Oh, stop whining, Y/N." Johnny strolled into the living room with what looked like clean clothes on. "Not like you did that much exercising anyway. You kept looking at my chest and feeling up my arms."

"Who told you to work out with no shirt on today?" You threw the pillow at Johnny. "When an attractive half-naked man presents himself in front of someone, who wouldn't take the opportunity to look and feel?"

"Just like when a very attractive woman sits in a man's lap and gives him a boner?" Mark exclaimed from next to you. "Are you saying I should have taken advantage of it?"

"I mean you could have." You shrugged, grabbing his hands so that he could continue massaging your calves. "You're just being jealous because you caught me kissing Yangyang last night."

"Who told you guys to make out at the stairwell?" Renjun asked, shaking his head. "There are people who use the stairs you know."

"I couldn't resist!" You frowned. "It's all his fault for wearing a sleeveless shirt and just looking so good."

“That’s what you said when you pulled Renjun into your apartment the other day!” Mark retorted. “The man came out of your apartment with hickies all over his neck.”

“I know he enjoyed it though.” You winked at Renjun. “Didn’t you Renjunnie?”

“I’m happy to be of service.” Renjun nodded, hair falling into his eyes. “But you know we didn’t do anything but kiss, right?”

You weren't like any other women they came across. The more the men hung out with you, they noticed that you were very outspoken and bold.

And very inappropriate on all sorts of levels.

What woman would openly admit to wanting to sleep with them in a few hours of meeting them?

After your proposition from the other week, you would hang out at every chance you got. If the men weren’t busy with work and classes, they would have taken every chance to spend time with you. Renjun would sneak you into his apartment every now and then to eat lunch and dinner with you. Yangyang would be in your apartment under the guise of helping to proofread your manuscripts and help edit. Mark, despite the awkward tension from that first day, let you hang out at his apartment to play with Bunny. And Johnny would often invite you to the gym.

Today, you decided to reconvene to Renjun’s and Yangyang’s apartment after your exhausting activity at the gym. When you got to their unit, Mark and Yangyang were already there since they needed to talk to Renjun about a party they were invited to. Johnny went to get changed and you flopped on the couch next to Mark. Before you knew it, you were suffering from a leg cramp.

“Mark,” you whined, gaining Mark’s attention. He looked down at you, his eyes filled with concern. “Mark, make this pain go away.”

“Okay, okay.” Mark replied, his fingers continuing to knead and caress your skin. “Feel better?”

"Unbelievable." Renjun shook his head, watching his friend give in to your wants and needs. Renjun wasn't going to admit it, but he did feel a bit jealous of all the attention that Mark was giving you. “She’s got Mark wrapped around her finger.”

“I’m a bit jealous.” Yangyang muttered from the kitchen table, putting his phone down and watching. “Why wasn’t I sitting on the couch? I could have been the one touching her.”

“You’ll get your time, Yangyang.” Johnny chuckled, sitting on the floor in front of you. His back against the cushions, he felt your slender fingers trace circles on his back. “Y/N, if you keep doing that, I’ll take you right here in front of the others.”

“What if that’s what I want, Johnny?” You said, fingers still tracing along his back.

Johnny raised an eyebrow. “Oh? I’m sure our pretty Moonmoon would make lots of beautiful noises…”

“And what noises will you all make?” You asked.

Johnny turned his head to look at you. “I don’t know about the others, but I make noises that will drive you mad with want.”

Mark raised an eyebrow, watching the blatant flirting in front of his eyes. Still massaging your legs, his fingers wandered further up your thigh, almost caressing your hips. “Hey, I’m touching your bare legs here and you want Johnny instead of me?”

You shook your head, sitting up to pout at Mark. You were all too aware that he was touching you in places you wanted to be touched. You cursed all the layers of clothing that blocked their path. “I’ve been wanting you, Mark. Since the first day I met you.”

Mark let out a small sigh of a chuckle before leaning to whisper in your ear. “You’re still saying that stuff? Want me to remedy it?”

Your ears started to turn a shade pink. Biting your lower lip, you let out a small nod. Seeing that this was all the permission he needed, Mark rose from the couch, grabbed your hand, and pulled you softly to the front door.

“Where are you taking her?!” Renjun called out, rising from his seat at the kitchen table.

“Back to her apartment.” Mark responded with mirth. He winked at his friends. “The next time you see her, it won’t be for a few hours.”

“Now what are you planning, Mark Lee?” You asked the man that pulled you out of the college duo’s apartment. With your hand still in his, he pulled you towards your apartment door, asked for the door code and once the door was opened, he ushered you inside. “Mark?”

“Shhh…” Mark hushed you, steering you towards your couch. He sat you down and went straight towards the wall that you shared with the college duo. He pressed his ears against the wall, straining to hear what his friends were saying.

“How the hell is Mark the first one?” Mark heard Renjun mutter. “I thought I was her favorite!”

“I thought I was her favorite.” Yangyang muttered. Even though he couldn’t see him, Mark knew that he was frowning.

“Seems like Mark is her favorite since she stared at him with her sex-craved eyes.” Johnny said. “Seriously, who could resist me?”

“Mark?”

Mark turned to you and gave you a small smile. He gestured to the wall that you shared with the college duo. “Seems like they’re mad that you’ve chosen me instead of them.”

You laughed and patted the seat next to you. “It was always going to be you regardless.”

“Why do you say that?” Mark asked as he sat next to you. “Do you not like the others?”

“It’s not that I don’t like them.” You shrugged. “They’re great guys and I’m attracted to them but…Johnny seems like trouble and I don’t want to distract Renjun and Yangyang from their studies.”

“But you would rather distract me?” Mark frowned.

“You’re different, Mark Lee.” You laid a hand on his arm. “I’ve been drawn to you from the moment you saved me from falling.”

Mark chuckled, a hand coming to run a hand through his hair. “You’re just saying that.”

“No, it’s true.” You gave him a smile. You sighed and laid your head against the back of the couch. “Thank you for saving me, Mark.”

“It’s no problem.” Mark let out a small laugh. He turned to you. “I’m curious about something. Were you always like this? You know, always sexual?”

“In all honesty, I’ve never been this kind of girl. The kind that thinks about sex all the time.” You sighed, your hand coming to cover your eyes. “I guess…it all started when I was trying to break out into the romance genre. It was hard for me to write about love, much less realistic sex scenes.”

Mark gave you a soft look. For the past few days that he’s met you, he’s never met you look so vulnerable, so lost. “How did that change? You became a bestseller with no problem.”

You let out a laugh. “My editor…suggested that I fall in love with someone and sleep with them.”

Mark raised an eyebrow. “And did that work?”

“Sex was easy.” You let out a laugh. You gave him a small smile. “Falling in love? Not so much.”

Mark could tell that your smile wasn’t exactly a smile. Behind that smile, was loneliness and he thought perhaps you only seek sexual intimacy not just for research but because you were craving for love. He let out a sigh, a hand coming to reach for yours. “Hey, I have an idea.”

You looked over to him, feeling his hand holding yours. “Hmm?”

“Why…don’t we go on dates first?” Mark suggested. “I’m sure we’d have great sexual chemistry but I’d like to take you out on dates and stuff.”

“Oh?” You muttered, an eyebrow raised. “And why’s that?”

“Well, you said sex was easy.” Mark gave you a small grin. “You said love was hard but maybe you weren’t looking in the right places.”

“And you’ll think I’ll fall in love with you?”

“A man could always bet on it.” Mark chuckled, his laughter surrounding the area. “You don’t have to fall exactly in love with me. But if somehow you’ve gained some sort of feelings, whether it be friendship, love, or a relationship we can’t put into words, then I’d call it a win in my book.”

You thought about it.

It was true that you’ve never had the greatest experience with love. You’ve had sex plenty of times but maybe one day you’d like to experience what everyone in love goes through.

“What do you say?”

You nodded, a small smile on your lips. “I’d like that, Mark.”

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Well, hello there! It's been a while, and this piece in particular has been 6 months in the making. Well, I created the doc 6 months ago, but you could say it's been on the table since September of 2021, when I posted I Finally Love This Town, the keystone to my Lightning Strike series. May I present:

Bouncing Joy, Tender Heartbreak

Fandom: Bridgerton

Pairing: Colin/Penelope

Rating: M

Words: 7.6k

Tags: modern AU, mild sexual content, light angst, Colin's POV

Summary:

Colin and Penelope have been growing closer, but what happens when things start looking a little too real?

Why did Colin run out on Penelope and what the hell was he doing all that time?

Snippet!

Colin looked up at the sound of a key turning in the lock, smiling as Penelope shuffled in the door. He closed his laptop, pushed back his chair, and waited for her to acknowledge him. He’d been editing his journals for hours; her homecoming was the perfect opportunity for a break. She dropped her bag on the table and kicked off her shoes, sighing heavily. “Everything okay?” he asked. Penelope tossed her hair back and glanced over at the dinette, finally noticing his presence. “Yes and no. Mostly a lot of small annoyances, like spilling my tea and failing to catch the lift three times in a row and getting so lost in my notes that I missed my stop on the Tube and had to double back and then getting caught in the rain without an umbrella—as if I haven’t lived in London my entire life! But nothing major, I suppose. Just glad to be home.” She unbuttoned her sweater, and he noticed the tea-colored splash across her pale blouse. “I’m going to change.” Colin reached out to gently grab her wrist on her way past the table. He tipped his chin up for a kiss; her eyes flicked toward Eloise’s door. He grinned. “It’s safe. El’s gone to spend the weekend with Phillip. Come now, I promise you’ll feel better.” Colin puckered his lips expectantly. Penelope huffed a laugh but bent down to meet him. She squealed in surprise when he drew her into his lap, and he quickly claimed her mouth once more. She threw an arm around his neck, matching his hunger—until his stomach grumbled loudly. Pen broke their kiss with a giggle. “Alright, let me get my blouse in the sink to soak, and you get the takeaway menus. I hope I can get this stain out…”

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susannaius · 4 months

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On the new Netflix YYH live action series...

Okay, so cramming two seasons worth of anime (52 episodes) into just 5 hours of live action (5 x 60 minutes) is just WILD. It was obviously possible, but it was wild. They made some bold editing choices on the way to make it happen, but they made an overall good job of it (well, as good as anything can get when you cram 52 episodes into 5 hours...). Anyway. Spoilers ahead.

My overall impression is that I had fun. They made this series a lot more edgy and dark than the anime, but they kept a lot of its goofiness, and managed to find a good balance. The visuals were also fantastic. I honestly did not expect the drawings to translate well into film, but the animation / FX crew did a great job. I have some minor qualms against how everyone looks like (like Kurama's hair or Hiei's turtleneck, who came up with those???), but they did not matter to me that much overall.

What I really missed was something I'm not sure how they could have reproduced in just 5 hours, and this is the sense of accomplishment and stakes. How long does the first two seasons take in the anime? Half a year, maybe? (Yusuke spends the summer break training with Genkai, then there are another 2 months (?) before the Dark Tournament.) So there is a lot more time both for bonding and level-upping.

There are a lot more steps, and those are a lot smaller, progress is a lot more gradual, and each step leads to the next a lot more organically. Here, this is somewhat compensated by the editing choices, like Kuwabara following Yusuke around (I especially liked the "slice the boulder" trope), or by Hiei wanting the dagger in the first place so he can find Yukina. But this way we end up on our very first joint mission fighting Karasu and Bui as well as the Toguros, in Kurama's yokai form and with the Black Dragon. Which is again, WILD, if we consider that as far as we know Kurama has not really used his yokai powers over the last 17 years, and Hiei has just made the Jagan eye for himself (which he did not even end up using that much).

Which is all... not necessarily relevant if someone has not seen the anime and accepts that okay, these boys have a lot more in them than what we were shown at first glance. They are yokai, after all, and we are shown very little of their stories. But I still miss how in the anime we were able to follow how Kurama hones his plant magic to artistic levels and how he learns to combine the strengths of Shuchi and Kurama, or how Hiei very slowly becomes domesticated, or how Kuwabara chills down and becomes a reliable ally.

And then there is Yusuke. They really managed to capture the essence of the character, and I loved them for it. At the wake, his picture was a really nice touch, I loved that face saying "Why do I have to smile for the camera? Please leave me alone?" Or how gentle he can be when he is not ordered around. They got his priorities right, and the steps that make him who he is were all there.

But again, time was VERY short. I mean, he was training for about 3 weeks with Genkai, and for the first two weeks he was mostly slacking. How am I supposed to believe that this is enough to defeat fucking Toguro, who was one of the strongest men to start with, then sold his soul for power, and spent the last 50 years becoming stronger and stronger, to the point when not even the scariest monsters currently available in the human world could satisfy him? Yes, Yusuke got the "orb", but consider that in the anime at that point he had been fighting and training almost constantly for half a year, receiving the orb still almost killed him, and then he had to sleep it off for several days. I am just... not convinced, sorry.

If anything, I think the live action series is a good gateway to the anime. Like, if someone is new or even not yet into the "fight and level-up" anime genre, this can be a great motivation for them to check it out. YYH is almost 30 years old, after all, so there might (might!) be people who have not yet come across it, even though they would probably enjoy it.

TLDR: I think the Netflix YYH Live Action series is fun, it is gorgeous, it has some solid editing choices that help it cram fifty-fucking-two episodes of anime in just five hours of film, and if it helps some newcomers find and enjoy the anime (or even the manga, which I don't know), I'm only happier for it.

#yu yu hakusho #yyh #my five cents

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ladylooch · 3 months

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Ahhhh, I’m not the original anon who sent that they want angst for Lio and Sav but I do want it as well! Maybe Lio liking girls bikini pics or even just pics in general on instagram cause he doesn't see anything wrong with it. Maybe they argue because Sav wants kids but Lio doesn’t really want kids?

Maybe they have a pregnancy scare…

We all know that new man Lio would never cheat but he probably at first doesn’t understand how liking other women’s pics can upset Sav

The people want angst! And I am here to deliver the angst! Channeling some of this blurb and your thoughts above for this one 🥰

Savannah does not consider herself a snoop. She trusts Lio. She respects that he has a past from before her, just as she does before him. But she also has eyes. Blue ones that can’t help but wander over his shoulder as he scrolls through Instagram.

Model after model sprints across his screen as he scrolls with his thumb.

“Wow, more boobs than a swimsuit edition of SI.” She mumbles under her breath.

“Hm?” Lio asks, looking over at her. She flips the page in her boring magazine, scanning the newest living room decor trends from Pottery Barn.

“Nice couch.” She diverts the conversation. She points to a brown leather one. “Would look good in here.”

“Yeah I like it.” Lio nods in agreement. “Should I get it?”

“You should ask Kendall if she would like it too before you make any decisions.” She flips the next page.

“Who’s Kendall?”

“The girl whose tits you are engrossed with.” A wrinkle appears between Lio’s eyebrows. He takes in his girlfriend’s set jaw, then realizes she means Kendall, his ex fling, who he just scrolled by.

“Sav…” Lio chuckles. “I didn’t even notice. She’s an old friend.”

“I bet she is.” She responds, slapping the magazine shut. “What time are we meeting Lucie and Connor?” Lio stills, watching her cross her arms tightly across her chest. She rolls her foot in annoyance where one leg is folded over the other.

“About an hour.” Sav uncrosses her arms, scratching distractedly at an itch in her hair, then stands up.

“I’m going to go read my book.” She announces over her shoulder, not even turning to look at him. She heads down the hallway to his bedroom, closing the door with a soft click.

Lio sighs, then pulls up his Instagram. He may be new at this, but he knows whats bugging her. It’s not like she hasn’t brought it up off handedly, especially when she is drunk.

“I’m a cool girlfriend! I don’t even care that he follows over 100 models on Instagram.”

Lio gets it. But he wishes she would talk to him instead of being so passive aggressive about it. He thinks about Lucie, wondering what she would say if it came up tonight at dinner.

Unfollow them you asshole!, probably.

So that is what Lio spends the next hour doing, unfollowing all the girls he doesn’t know, hasn’t spoken to in years, and especially the girls he has hooked up with.

He wants Savannah to know she is the only one on his mind. He is willing to do whatever necessary to make her feel comfortable in their relationship. He knows he hurt her before. He doesn’t ever want that to happen again.

Lio raps his knuckles on the bedroom door once he is done.

“I'll be out in a second.” She calls to him. He frowns, hearing the tears in her voice. Shit, he should of come to talk to her earlier. He rubs at his hair in frustration. Fuck, why is he so bad at this?

“Hey, time to go?” She asks brightly, sniffing discreetly when she opens the door. She tries to step around him, not waiting for an answer.

“Babe.” Lio takes a hold of her arm softly. Sav purses her lips, keeping her eyes down the hallway. “Will you talk to me?”

“Do I really have to, Lio?” She pushes back.

“Would be nice if you did.” He shrugs. “I’m new at this.” His reminder is delicate, pleading even.

“I hate it. It makes me feel like shit that you have all these options at your fingertips.”

“Sav, you know I’m in love with you?”

“Yes, but-“

“That is the beginning and end of it all.” He cuts her off, leaning down to smooch her lips. While he is kissing her, he slides his unlocked phone into her hands. “Look at whatever you want. Unfollow whomever you want me to. I’m yours.”

Then he slides her hips to the side to go into the closet to change for dinner.

#lio & lucie

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stardewvalleyhc · 5 months

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Elliot‘s home (part 1)

(Im still editing it but I decided to go ahead and post it.)

Jas deserved better. Marnie deserved better and I couldn’t be. I tried again and again and everytime I’d wake up in a cold sweat on the floor surrounded by beer cans. The bitter taste lingering in my mouth the rest of the day as if it was a reminder of how I failed them. I dreaded going to work, Joja mart sucked but it was money. Though everyday I thought about quitting without fail. The amount of times I cried in that break room hell if I could even keep count of that. That’s why I spent my afternoons in the saloon but so did he. Little Mr Perfect, perfect long ginger hair, perfect sun kissed skin with little brown freckles. He had good posture, good teeth, he wore nice clothes. Expensive looking clothes. It boiled my blood to be in the same room as him. The worst was when he’d sit down next to me. He’d notice I was in a bad mood and his majesty would grace me with his presence. He looked at me with pity I assume— I’m the village drunk so why wouldn’t he?

“I’m not a charity case.” I mumbled under my breath.

I had enough to deal with with my dead end job I didn’t need this guy trying to cheer me up. I pushed his arm away as he tried to do a little awkward side hug. “I don’t even know you” That wasn’t technically a lie as he had only been there for a few months. Though the face he made made me wince a bit.

“Oh…right…sorry. Uhm…well do you like to read?” Elliot questioned tilting his head slightly.

“Not really.” I said threw my teeth. This guy just didn’t quit did he?

“Well if you ever get into reading-“ I stopped him right there.

“I’m NOT getting into reading.”

“…I’m sorry am I bothering you?”

“Yes! You think your so much better then me don’t you?!”

“What?! No! I don’t-“

“Your not helping me! I don’t need you to act like some kind of prince rescuing me from myself Just leave me alone!”

“….oh…I’m sorry.” Elliot walked away. I could feel cold glances from the other people at the bar. I decided to go home.

I walked- stumbled back to my house. Grumbling all the way there, I stared at the ground as I attempted to steady my balance. Maybe now people would leave me alone. I got home, Marnie nearly scared me half to death just standing there before she yelled at me. I knew she hated yelling, she was a nice lady but she knew how to put her foot down.

“I don’t like you staying out so late- look at you you can barely stand.” Marnie crossed her arms as she watched my struggle to take my shoes off. “Jas wanted to collect eggs with you today. I finally had to do it with her. Your missing her childhood.”

“I see her everyday Marnie!”

“You always complain about never having money it’s because your lining Gus’s pockets.”

“Hey! Gus is a good guy! Leave him out of this!”

“Jas wants you here…she needs you here…she hates when you come home drunk.”

“I’m sorry.”

“…I only say this because I’m worried about you.” Marnie rubbed my back. She use to do that all the time. I had only noticed then how long it had been.

After that we go to our rooms and go to bed. I looked up at the ceiling, my thoughts on my actions throughout the day even though my clarity is a bit shot from the booze I knew I was a bit harsh with Elliot but at the same time I got angry just thinking about him again. That smooth sounding voice was a nightmare and my brain played his words over and over again. I decided I didn’t have to be friends with him but I at least should apologize. So I rolled over on my side and went to sleep.

The next day I thought my brain would burst out of my skull. I stumbled to the bathroom and washed my mouth . I realized I didn’t even change my clothes that night so my usual clothes smelt like sweat and beer. Not that I was going to do anything about it except just wear it again. Then I took a shower, hair care routine consisted of washing it then drying it. That’s it. ‘I bet Elliot puts some fancy pants stuff in his hair. I bet he spends an hour on his hair. I bet-‘ I shook my head. The more I thought about Elliot that way the more I’d try to shrug off the apology to him. I left the bathroom and redressed before starting to head out. I normally tried to rush out as I’m not really a breakfast person but Marnie always tries to catch me and force me to eat. She gave me a piece of toast so I grabbed it and walked to work nibbling on it as I went. Work was…work. Every day seemed harder then the next, i look for every opportunity to take stuff from the back that I can. Especially pepper poppers. After being lectured by my boss about having a “customer ready smile” my shift ended and I was free. I was heading to the saloon again straight from work and who do I see. Of course I’d run into Elliot who looked like a kicked dog when we made eye contact. He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something but quickly closed it. He was usually so cocky but he seemed so awkward. Had what I said really gotten to him? Well now I felt even worse about it. If him being pompous was annoying then seeing him like this was a hundred times worse. His fluffy hair almost seemed deflated along with his ego. Maybe that’s where he stored it. Either way if he wasn’t really upset with me he was a damn good actor which I wasn’t ruling out as a possibility.

“Look man…maybe I was a bit harsh before.” I said trying to not sound sarcastic which was surprisingly hard to do. “I didn’t completely mean it…”

Elliot lightened up a bit. “Oh! Not a problem!” Ugh…seriously? Your making it that easy? Who just excepts an apology like that?! Elliot must’ve lived in one of his mythical book worlds because that’s not how that would normally play out.

“Okay cool.” I shrugged heading into the bar and he follows after me. I ordered a beer and Elliot…sat down right. Next. To. Me. Just because I apologized doesn’t mean I wanted to be this guys friend. I don’t mind hearing his flowery rants from across the bar.

#stardew valley #stardew elliott #stardew shane #shane x elliot

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milkyway-personas · 1 year

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No problem! Can I ask for morning fluff with Diluc or Thoma? Either of them is fine I love them both!

Character: Diluc

genre: fluff

cw: fem!reader, light editing

Author's note: This prompt,,,, I thought it would be simple and then it had me simping OEWHO. Hope you enjoy, I know I sure did LOLL.

It takes an odd amount of effort to get Diluc to bed, but as you wake up with the both of you under the covers and you pressed to his chest, you think it’s worth it.

You shift just a little, and it instantly makes Diluc mumble in his sleep, so you don’t move. You sigh under your breath, fond. You don’t know how someone who can spend days awake can still be such a light sleeper, but here he is, your husband. Sometimes you’re convinced it’s just a scheme to keep you in bed longer. If so, you begrudgingly acknowledge that it works.

Not just because you don’t want to wake him but also the fact that he keeps you caged on top of him, his body only giving off a soft heat that you know took weeks to master. You carefully shift your head to look at his face, and he looks so peaceful. So innocent, almost. You wish he could be like that forever, but you know your promise. You only get him to sleep if you promise to wake him up, so you start to shake him.

“Diluc, come on. It’s time to get ready,” you whisper, but there’s no need. His red eyes open instantly, only a hint of sleep in them that leaves in a flash. “Good morning.”

“Good morning, love,” he whispers back, kissing your forehead. “Did you sleep well?”

You roll your eyes, just as you do every morning that this insomniac of a man asks you such a question. “Yes, I slept a good eight hours and have done so for the past couple of days, so it's only natural that I slept well.”

His face looks impassive to the naked eye, but you’ve known him long enough to know he’s pouting. You snort at him, and he only frowns further.

You wait, and soon enough he is pulling the both of you upright. You stretch as Diluc takes his hair out of his bun and lets it pool everywhere. He always looks like a disgruntled hairy cat whenever he does this in the morning, and you try so valiantly not to laugh.

He sees you smiling anyway and huffs. “You’re the one who insists I do this.”

“Some of us don’t like to wake up with hair in their mouths, mister. Also, think of the tangles, the shedding, the—”

“Yes,” he sighs, cutting you off, “I know. You mention this every time.”

“Well, someone has to care about your hair between the two of us, and it certainly isn’t you.” You tilt your head up high and mighty, and this earns you the first laugh from Diluc of the day.

“Come on,” he says, getting up, “I know you want to watch me do my hair.”

You get up, not even denying his statement, and as you watch him wake away you can’t help but think how did you earn this? How did you earn that confession all those years ago? How did you earn sleepy mornings with Diluc now? How did you earn the happiness the two of you share?

You’ll never know, but as he looks back at you wondering why you’re not walking with him, disgruntled as he probably expects you to start doing something outrageous, you think that you don’t need to know the answer. Why ponder when you can live in the moment?

(And he really wasn't wrong, you really did want to see him do his hair.)

#genshin x reader #diluc x reader #diluc genshin impact #diluc fluff #genshin imagines #no really this had me smiling #imagine #horrible smh smh

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boysplanetrecaps · 1 month

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The BUILD UP BRAPPIES, 3x3 Death Match edition

Time to take a another brief break from my MNET Build Up Recap Project to hand out some BRAPPY Awards for Excellence in the Field of Excellence! In this post, I’ll be giving out BRAPPIES based on how everyone did in the 3x3 Death Match Mission. Let’s go!

Before we dive in to the BRAPPIES, I just want to say thanks again for being part of this! I enjoy shows like this more if I spend time on them, because otherwise they just sort of go in one eye and out the other, so thanks for hanging out with me while I do.

Favorite Performance Overall

And the BRAPPY goes to...

Bad News!

I mean, my overall favorite (Bain) on a team with two other favorites, performing a great song by my favorite rookie group…? And doing well? And all three of them surviving? YES!

Favorite Song Discovery

This was tough because there were two really sharp contenders -- Nakka by Akmu, which I have had stuck in my head since I watched the show, and Enough by Hoppipolla, which I listened to in a one-hour loop twice through while working online.

And the BRAPPY goes to…

Nakka by Akmu!

“Wow, BPR-Noona chose our song as the one she was happiest to find out about via watching Build Up! That’s such a surprise because I’ve never heard of Build Up or BPR Noona! But I guess it’s nice to win another award. We’ll put it on the shelf with the others and then eventually turn it into a cat toy. We’ll get a cat just so we can make it a cat toy. Thanks!”

Favorite Performance of a Song I Don’t Like:

I’m going to give this one to Pray. I find the song itself a bit meh, but their performance was impeccable.

Honorable mention: Fever

Best stage outfits:

And the BRAPPY goes to…

Jeup’s team, specifically, Jeup!

Jeup, would you like to accept the award?

Oh, you don’t want it?

That’s cool, it’s just an AI generated image anyway. See you later!

Worst Stage Outfits:

Team Sweeties, with their paper towel blazers.

I just don’t understand the thinking. There had to be other white outfits that wouldn’t have looked quite so… absorbent.

Oh no, Sunyoul, don’t look at me like that!

Ok, I’m sorry. I’ll give it to Neon’s team instead. Neon’s sweater was inexplicable, and they all just sort of look like they’re wearing whatever they happened to be wearing today.

Oh no, they’re sad now.

Well as long as Sunyoul is happy, I’m happy.

Performance Helped Most By Song Choice:

And the BRAPPY goes to….

Team Underestimated for Enough.

I think these are all really great singers, and I also know they didn’t even win, but I think that this song is part of what helped them almost make it, and what weighed in to the judges’ decision to save Woong.

Performance Hindered Most By Song Choice:

And the BRAPPY goes to: Team Forest! It seems obvious that the song was a bad choice overall and allowed only Sanghyun to really sing well, which was bad for the team as a whole. But hold on, team Forest -- there’s another Brappy coming your way….

Teammate Most Screwed Over By a Teammate:

And the BRAPPY goes to: Neon and Taewoo! They were both royally screwed over by Sanghyun, who would not go out of his extremely limited comfort zone and then managed to get all three of them eliminated. Thanks, Sanghyun! Thanghyun.

Don’t worry, I’ll mail those Brappies out to you soon.

Team Most Screwed Over By The Team Itself:

And the BRAPPY goes to...

Team Maknae!

Don’t get me wrong -- I think this was a great team. All three of them are great singers and their voices blend well. I just think judges are biased against young members and automatically discount them. If they had been split up amongst different teams, I think they would have had better outcomes, and we might have able to keep Joohee somehow.

Biggest Glow Up from Previous Round:

And the BRAPPY goes to…. Seunghun!

Seunghun looks great in a suit and that shade of ash-blonde suits him pretty well. (I think he looks even better with his original dark hair, but still, he is just looking great over all!)

Honorable mention: Bain