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multific · 8 months

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Modern Warfare Men as Sugar Daddies (Extra) - Preferences

Part 1

Warnings: Smut, Sugarbaby-Daddy relationship

A/N: Since the previous post was very well-loved, I decided to write more details about the characters. Apologies if there are things which have been mentioned before. I also considered the vote and wrote this according to what people wanted to see the most.

John Price

It was never about the money for John.

But now, he enjoyed every aspect of it.

Buying you everything you wanted, and in exchange, you would oh-so-nicely bend over his table without a question.

John is a very giving person but he does enjoy being taken care of.

"I'll take care of you, Daddy." you would say with a sweet voice and John would be a goner.

He loves oral. Bot receiving and giving.

But let's be fair, he is a giver after all.

He can spend hours between your legs and is not afraid to overstimulate his pretty little doll.

He likes to hear you plead and beg.

But in the end, he would always give you exactly what you want.

And after sex, he would be a sweetheart. But let's be honest, he first needs his sleep. A little nap for Captain John Prince and then, he would be good.

He would be so hungry so no matter if you are as well or not, food would be a given.

So be prepared for a nice order of any he craves at the moment.

You never had sushi naked before? Now you will.

Johnny MacTavish

Let's be honest this man has a kilt.

And he fucked you many times while wearing said kilt. He would hike it up and then pound you.

The little devil doesn't even wear any underwear under his kilt.

Johnny likes you in pretty dresses. The shorter the better. Without anything under.

Just a dress.

That's it.

Every restaurant you go to, you always feel people watching you.

"They are jealous, Bonnie." he would say. And you believe him.

Being with a handsome Daddy, wearing pretty dresses and jewellery, who wouldn't be jealous.

He likes to give you jewellery.

But his favourite is always that pear necklace he gives you every night.

Seeing you covered in his cum turns him on. It is a way to show that you are indeed his.

After the fact, showering is a must.

He would just kiss every inch of your skin while washing your entire body.

Kyle Garrick

Kyle likes to tease you in public. The thought of getting caught turns him on and you never object.

He likes to buy you things so he can rip them all off.

"I'll buy you something prettier. Let me eat that pussy now." he would always say.

And again, you don't object.

You couldn't even go to the movies without his finger soon finding your clit.

"Don't make a sound and I will give you a reward," he whispered into your ear.

You loved his games.

And he loved to play with you.

Every outcome of his games was always so pleasurable.

Giving you nice little rewards which could either be a night of long fucking or a new pair of shoes.

Kyle could be very kind even if he preferred to be a tease. He has his sweet moments when he just enjoys spending time with you. He would have such a sweet smile every time.

Simon Riley

Never call him Daddy. Ever!

Even IF he is your Sugar Daddy, calling him that would not work. Given how his father was with him, he banned you from calling him that after you did once.

You didn't ask why, the hurt in his eyes spoke louder than any word. So from then on, you called him Sugar or Simon.

He would be fine with silly nicknames.

Just imagine the faces of people when you come running with a new bag to him asking him to buy it and you call him your little bunny.

Simon's favourite thing is when you tell him that he can do anything.

And you do mean anything.

So, for his upcoming birthday, your daddy asked you one gift.

Anal.

Without hesitation, you said yes.

Not like you can say no to him.

You weren't too surprised anyway. He always somehow managed to insert at least one of his fingers into your butt whenever he was fucking you, no matter the position or occasion.

But then, the next week his hyperfixation is your boobs. He wants nothing more than to fuck your beautiful boobs, no matter their size.

After the fact, Simon would need a moment for himself, just like 2-3 minutes alone in the bathroom/kitchen to collect himself. But as the months pass, he would get more and more used to having you and he would stay in bed with you. He would pretend to sleep, he enjoys you cuddling to his side and he refuses to admit it.

König

After your little photos and videos you send him, he always sets his mind to punish you.

You deserve it, he always says. And he can be ruthless. Yet, he would never do something you don't like.

Like that one time when he was mad because you disturbed him during his debriefing, he arrived home and set his mind to fuck you senseless.

And he did.

He fucked you first with his fingers, then a toy and finally, when you were so cock-dumb, he finally gave you his cock.

But before he did, he looked at your face, the tears and he stopped for a moment.

"Are you okay?" It was a simple question but it held many meanings.

"Of course, Daddy."

"What's your safe word?"

"Diamond."

"Good girl."

To say that this man fucks is an understatement.

This man fucks and destroys furniture.

It got to the point where after your fifth bedframe, you two ended up with only a matress on the floor.

The frame left marks on the wall, to the point where it needed a fresh coat of paint.

He was called King for a reason. And he is the King of your Pussy.

Logan Walker

He got used to you rather fast. To his brother's delight.

Now the two often teased each other about you.

To your surprise, Logan is mostly normal in bed, nothing too freaky-deeky.

Which did make you want to see the wild side of Mr Walker.

You want to know more, do more for and with him.

But you knew better than to ask his brother... that would be too weird.

You needed to find out yourself

And so, you pushed him to the edge. With what?

Jealousy.

Wearing a dress too short, looking at a man across the bar maybe for too long.

And it did the trick.

Logan dragged you home, tied you to the bed and teased you for the entire night.

While he might not be freaky, he for sure likes to spend time with you.

You noticed he liked to just be in the same room.

Doesn't have to be sex.

But you promised to never make him jealous again. He made it clear, you were his and his alone.

He doesn't share. And the marks along your body were the proof of his claim over you.

Alejandro Vargas

Having him as a Sugar Daddy, you called him your Mexican Devil Daddy.

The one who whispers sweet things in Spanish into your ear while he does the most unpure things to your body.

He likes to have you in his arms at all times.

Never ask him for a reason behind it.

He doesn't have to explain himself.

His hand is glued to your thigh as he drives.

Alejandro is not a huge fan of punishment but if you push his buttons, he wouldn't be nice.

He says he hates it when you whine but he actually loves it. He for sure has a thing for your brat side.

Keep telling him how much you missed him and he will give you anything you want.

"Chiquita, what would you like?"

"Dinner with you, Daddy."

"Hmm. At the place you like so much?"

"Yes."

"With the private balcony?"

"Yes."

"Do you plan on being naughty like the last time we where there? When you 'forgot' to wear your panties and I had to punish you right there and there?"

"I would never do that, Daddy. I am a good girl."

He would laugh, you adore his laugh.

But he would give you the world.

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got-pucks · 11 months

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sports betting gone right? || quinn hughes

summary: in which quinn hughes is completely infatuated with you and will do anything just to get more of you

warnings: none! :)

note: to the anon who requested this, i did make a slight change to your request, but i totally hope that you don’t mind :)

Much to his dismay, Quinn had been in New Jersey to help his family with moving Luke into his apartment with Jack. Luke hadn't fully moved into New Jersey during the playoff season, as he wouldn't have been there for very long. The family thought the best option was to move the essentials such as a bed, nightstand, and some clothing at first and then whatever Luke felt he might need later on.

Quinn hadn’t seen the point in needing the whole family, especially with all the different moving companies that could have done all the work instead. He couldn’t stop thinking about how he would rather be anywhere else, frustrated with all the different directions being shouted at everyone. Quinn had always felt that he was pretty easygoing and was chill with most things, but even this was a lot for him.

After a few hours of bickering between the brothers and a couple of stern looks from Ellen, everything that Luke could have possibly needed for the upcoming season was moved into the apartment. The family decided to go to a local street fair to see the different vendors and food stalls that were there.

As the family was walking up and down the street Quinn was looking anywhere but straight ahead. His mind was wandering, thinking about all the things he needed to do in preparation for the upcoming season. Next thing he knew he felt himself knocking into someone, causing him to grunt and fall straight onto his ass.

Quinn could hear his brothers snickering about him being an idiot while heat rose to his face as he quickly tried to stand back up. As soon as he was back on his feet and facing the person he ran into, Quinn swore he almost fell over again, coming face to face with you, one of the most beautiful people he has laid his eyes on. He felt completely enamored by all your features wanting to take everything about you in.

“Don’t mind my brother,” he heard Jack say before he could even mumble out an apology, “he can be more than kind of a dumbass sometimes.”

Quinn turned to give Jack a mouthful when he heard you laugh, “Oh Jack, don’t be so mean to your family. That's your brother you're talking about!”

Quinn watched with his mouth agape as he saw you and Jack hugged each other. He introduced you to his family, explaining how you had met through a mutual friend during his rookie year. You had apparently helped Jack a lot, teaching him how to cook a few basic meals and survive on his own.

Suddenly, Quinn felt himself pushing himself closer to you letting out an apology about how bad he felt for not paying attention and then quite literally running into you. You laughed even more at Quinn, making him think to himself that he could hear that sound forever. Not thinking much, Quinn blurts out an invitation to join his family while they walk around looking at the different vendors. Thankfully, you accepted the offer.

You and Quinn had spent that time hitting it off, which turns out that the two of you had many similar interests. By the end of the night, Quinn felt like he had known you for years. Feeling like he hadn't had enough of you, he had asked if he could take you to dinner sometime.

“You know, hockey players aren’t my type,” Quinn could feel his heart drop as the grin on your face grew, “but maybe I am willing to make an exception because I just think you’re way cute. The next time you’re in town to play a game against your brothers, and you score a goal, I’ll consider going on a date.”

Suddenly, Quinn could feel his heart beating out of his chest. He mumbled quietly, “I mean yeah… I could possibly manage that.”

“Okay well, that sounds perfect!” you exclaimed, then kissing Quinn on the cheek, which caused his face to get hot for one more time that night.

After that night, all Quinn could think about was you and your little proposition. Eventually, that game came around. He made sure that Jack had gotten you tickets, even going as far as suggesting that you should sit with their parents during the game.

He felt like a nervous wreck all before the game, wondering if he would even get the chance to score a goal just so he could get a date with the most beautiful human being he had ever met. However, those nerves were not needed, as he ended up getting a hat trick by the end of the game. Each goal scored he searched for your face in the stands to give you a little wink. Quinn had felt like a king that night, not only bringing in the win for his team but also the prospect of getting to take you on a date.

By the end of the night, you found yourself opening a text from an unknown number.

Hey, I hope you don’t mind that I got your number from Jack. Anyways, about that date? :)

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appocalipse · 1 year

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ok its me again… i cant decide if store or jewelry is better so maybe u just pick whichever one u like lol ty :)

hi ♥ i went with jewelry + exes to lovers hehe <3 hope you like it!

[JEWELRY; Wearing a piece of jewelry (ring/necklace/bracelet/watch) that the other bought. ]

Two seconds after you enter the bathroom, the door opens and Steve comes in.

"Here, let me help you," he says, already approaching before you can answer.

Breaking up with Steve had been one of the hardest things you'd ever done. The breakup hadn't happened because you didn't love him anymore, or because you were interested in someone else, or for any other reason ordinary couples break up.

No. You'd broken up with him for one simple reason: you were afraid you weren't good enough. Steve was kind, he was brave, and of course he was very handsome and charming, although those last two things didn't weigh that much in the balance of things. And if Nancy — who had been his first love —was anything to go by, you had very little chance of being the girlfriend Steve deserved. She was just perfect in your eyes; beautiful, smart, very, very brave. She would often risk her life for others, like he did. And if the two of them didn't work out together, why would it work out with you?

You're well aware that the whole problem may simply be in your mind, that you're being unfair — both to Steve and yourself — but you couldn't help it. So you had walked away, protecting yourself—even though part of you knew Steve would never hurt you.

That's why today, two months after you'd broken up with him, you considered not coming to Max's birthday; you knew he would be here. But you love Max and it wouldn't have been fair to her not to come for such a selfish reason.

Then, against your better judgment, you came, reason why you're now trapped in a very tiny space with your ex — with whom you're still very much in love with.

Steve does a brief damage analysis. There's a sizable stain on the front of the lovely green dress you're wearing, a mixture of scarlet and purple right over your heart, spreading like a bleeding.

It's just grape juice, of course. You're trying to remove it with a cloth soaked in ice water, but he's not sure it's working.

This unavoidably brings a memory to his mind, one he's not fond of. Steve hesitates.

Then he pushes it away; you're not Nancy. You and him aren't even together anymore.

He realizes he's not making himself feel any better with that thought.

"I'm fine, Steve," you say in a tone that's neither warm nor cold; a balanced, measured, trained tone. "You can go back to the party."

"I'm sorry," he replies, biting the inside of his cheek as he thinks about what to say next. Uh...

"It wasn't your fault."

"Yes, it was," he insists. It's a half truth; Steve and the kids were kicking a ball back and forth, some game you were trying not to pay attention to, and then it somehow ended up hitting the cup in your hand and disaster was done. "I'm sorry, I should have been more careful."

You don't look at him, too focused on the stain. "It was an accident," you say, and Steve hears the usual gentleness behind your voice. "And it's just a dress, anyway. It's okay."

"It's a pretty dress-very pretty."

It's a risky move, he thinks. But by then he's said it and there's nothing he can do about it.

Steve watches the way you swallow, the way you pause for a brief second, how you look at him and quickly look away. It's a reaction, at least.

You don't answer. The trailer is small and the bathroom proportionately tiny. The air practically crackles with tension around you two.

The stain seems to be fading, but the fabric is getting wetter, sticking to your skin, turning transparent…

"Steve," you whisper, and his gaze darts to your face immediately. Is it a warning or an invitation?

He had definitely been staring.

"Sorry," he says again.

"Stop apologizing."

You put the cloth under the running water. Steve hears a metallic clink before he sees where it comes from: your arm. Your wrist, more precisely, where the bracelet he gave you as a gift just a few months ago is.

Steve can't stop himself from taking your wrist into his hand for a better look, half expecting the object to disappear at any moment, only a figment of his imagination.

"You still have it," it's not a question because it would be stupid to ask when he can see it for himself, but Steve still can't believe you're wearing it.

It doesn't.

He looks at you. You look flustered, your cheeks warm. Your parted lips can't get any words out, and the only thing Steve can think about is placing his hand on the back of your neck and kissing you slowly.

You gently pull your wrist away from his touch. "Do you...want it back?"

"I- what? No!" he exclaims, as if the idea horrifies him. "No, I'm just…I'm just surprised you're wearing the bracelet I gave you, that's all."

"I like the bracelet."

"Only the bracelet?"

Maybe he's pushing his luck, he thinks. But there's hope on the way you hesitate before answering, on the look on your face.

You look at the floor, dropping the cloth on the sink. "I don't know what you want me to say."

"Dustin told me you have a date tomorrow."

It is true. To be honest, this date means so much to you that you had forgotten about it until this very moment.

"I'm trying to move on," you say honestly. And failing, is what you don't say.

"By wearing the bracelet I gave you? Doesn't it remind you of me at all?"

Every damn thing makes me think of you.

An exasperated sigh escapes your lips. "I'm trying to move on," you repeat, weaker this time, a whisper. He hears it.

"So if I kissed you right now, you wouldn't feel anything?"

A single step is enough for Steve to be directly in front of you. Your heart seems to have been replaced by something three times faster and much louder.

"Steve-"

"Wouldn't you kiss me back?" he touches your face with a gentle hand, leaning into you slowly.

Not wanting to say yes, I'd kiss you back (the truth) but unable to say no (which is a big, big lie), you take a step back as he steps forward. Nowhere to go — your back hits the wall.

He breathes against your mouth and you close your eyes, letting your head rest against the wall. "Steve," you whisper.

"I love you," he whispers back. "I just- I love you. You can go on a date tomorrow, you can go on a hundred dates, it doesn't matter. I won't give up on you, you hear me? Not unless you tell me that I don't stand a chance."

You don't.

Steve walks away. You stand there, leaning against the wall long after you hear the door close behind him, desperately trying to catch your breath.

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lfcslut · 1 year

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pampered

yassine bounou x reader

words: 1.2k

request: a yassine bounou fluff where he's had a particularly rough day so the reader pampers him, makes his favourite food, they share a bath and reader gives him a back massage and he just falls asleep like that? tysm xxx

warnings: fluff, bathing together/nudity, slightly suggestive content but nothing crazy. it's mostly just wholesome fluff!!

"What's wrong, baby?" you ask as your husband walks through the door. You can sense that something is wrong as he doesn't greet you with his usual embrace and kisses, instead setting his training gear down and heading straight towards the shower.

"Nothing, I'm fine," he answers, and his tone of voice only confirms your suspicions. You hear the bath running. You head towards the bedroom and find Yassine taking off his shirt.

"Baby, talk to me," you say. Yassine wasn't usually one to keep his feelings from you, but sometimes he got into these moods where he retreated into himself, and you had to put in the effort to pull him back out. "Did something happen at training?"

Yassine sighs, still not making eye contact with you as he reaches for his towel. "It's nothing. I got into it a little bit with the boss today, that's all."

You frowned. Yassine was not one for confrontation, especially with the manager. You couldn't imagine what they possibly could have gotten into it about. "Was it about the upcoming match?" you ask, knowing that there was an important game coming up that following weekend that Yassine had been nervous about.

"I really don't want to talk about it, baby, is that ok?" He asks, and doesn't wait for your answer before taking off his track pants and boxers and heading into the bathroom.

You hesitate for a moment, pondering whether or not you should give him some space. Yassine didn't have these moments often, but when he did, it was usually related to work. He had a tendency to be too hard on himself, and when he didn't meet the high expectations he set for himself, he would push everyone away as a result.

After thinking it over for a moment, you decide to follow Yassine into the bath. When you enter, you find him already laying down in the water.

"Mind if I join you?" you ask. Yassine looks taken aback - despite being together for years and years, you had never bathed together before. He nods, and you begin to strip, taking off the sweatsuit you had been lounging around the house in. His eyes trail your body up and down as you do so. When you're fully naked, you climb into the bath, and lean against Yassine so that your back is against his chest. He wraps his arms around you and rests his head in the nook of your shoulder. The two of you sit like this for a moment, not saying a word.

"I love you," he finally whispers, breaking the silence.

"I love you too," you respond.

"I'm sorry for being grumpy before."

"Don't apologize, my love. You didn't do anything wrong," you say, as you turn around so that you are now facing him. You take his hands into yours and look into his eyes. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"There's not much to talk about. Boss told me I probably won't start in the match this weekend and I kind of just lost it."

You can see the disappointment in Yassine's eyes. Besides you and his family, football was his entire life. He took pride in being the starting goalkeeper for his team. "I'm so sorry, baby. That's not fair at all." You caress his cheek in your hands for a moment. The two of you stay like this for a moment, the silence saying more than words ever could.

"Can I bathe you?" you ask after a minute. Yassine nods and you pick up the washcloth and lather it in soap and water. You start with his arms and then move to his chiseled chest, gently lathering him in soap. Yassine closes his eyes and leans his head back, allowing you fully take care of him. You scrub behind his ears and then move to his beautiful, thick hair - you prayed that your children would one day have his hair - lathering it with his favorite shampoo and conditioner. As you work, you take in every tiny detail of the body of this man that you love - the scar on his legs from when he was a child first learning to play football, the veins in his arms, the birthmark on his hips. You've seen it all before, more times than you can count, but each time it feels just as special as the first. You can't believe that this man is all yours.

"Okay baby, gonna wash you now," you say as you prepare to rinse his body off. Yassine still has his eyes closed. This is perhaps the most peaceful and relaxed you've seen him in a while. All of the stress and worry from earlier in the day has been replaced by tenderness and love.

"Thank you, angel," Yassine whispers back to you. As you finish washing him, he opens his eyes and smiles at you, the crinkle in his eyes making your heart jump the way it did the day you first met him.

When you're both done bathing, you get out of the shower and dry each other off. Yassine picks you up - effortlessly, as he always does - and carries you to the bedroom before plopping you on the bed. You both apply lotion to each other, whispering and giggling like school children as you do.

"What do you want for dinner, love?" You ask, as you both put on your pajamas. Yassine looks at you knowingly, and you can't help but burst out laughing. "Fish chermoula, is it?" you ask, knowing very well that this is Yassine's favorite food. You were never much of a cook, but after learning how much Yassine loved this dish, you had learned to make it for one of your very first dates together.

The two of you head into the kitchen together. Yassine prepares the fish while you blend together the marinade. Cooking with Yassine was one of your favorite things to do. Neither of you were very organized, so the kitchen always ended up looking like a tornado had flown through it by the end.

"Open up," you say as you finish the marinade, taking a spoonful of it and bringing it to Yassine's mouth.

"Mmm. That's delicious, darling," says Yassine. He leans in for a kiss, and you can taste the leftovers on his mouth. "No one else knows how to cheer me up like you do, baby," he says against your lips. "What would I do without you?"

"You would be living a perfectly normal and happy life, I'm sure," you respond cheekily. Yassine frowns at this, and then responds by kissing you again, his arms wrapping around your frame.

You spend the rest of the night eating and cleaning up after yourselves as the sun sets outside. Your favorite music is playing on the stereo in the background. You wonder how you could be so lucky to have found the love of your life.

After talking and laughing together for a bit, the two of you decide to call it an early night. You end the day by giving Yassine a back massage - one of his favorite ways to be pampered by you - and then fall asleep with him as the little spoon, just as he likes it.

"Good night, darling," he whispers groggily, and you can tell that he is already half asleep.

"Good night, my love," you mumble back, and the two of you fall into a deep slumber together.

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cookieswithay · 1 year

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When they get a random kiss! ROTTMNT x reader! Pt 1 of 4 ⚠️Warning: possible typos⚠️ (And yes, this is BEFORE dating)

Leo! Prime time boy😎!

It's been a crazy day. Meat sweats had kidnapped ya, a bomb was planted on the tank, and your PHONE was destroyed. By the time you guys got back to the lair, it was nearly seven. You were DEAD tired. After shooting your mom a text, (Using Donnie's phone) you laid your face on one of the arcade games. You nearly fell asleep, when you felt someone poking your sides. "Y/N~!" Of course it was Leo tickling you. You grumbled and swatted his hands away. Once again you tried to fall asleep.

But this time, you JOLTED up. Cause a certain somebody JAMMED his fingers in your armpits. " Ah! " He burst out laughing. Man, you just wanted a few minutes of peace! " Okay, okay, I'm sorry, " He said, hoping you'd drop the death glare. " But c'mon, let's play a game or something. " You rubbed your eyes. " Why? " You were crazy tired. Sure a few minutes would barely take the edge off, but it would still be awesome. " Well I mean, If I spent the day in danger, I'd vibe afterwards. " You sighed and stared at him. Leo poked your cheek. " I'll leave you alone if play a round of zombie unicorn with me~. "

He (basically) sang. Guess it wouldn't be so bad. Spending time with Leo was one of favorite things to do. " Okay, " You said. " Let's go poof some unicorns. " He snickered. " Oh yeah! " He said, grabbing your hand. For the next thirty minutes, the two of you played ALL the games. Nothing like video games to wake you up. After beating Leo (and Donnie.) at "Luigi" cart again, D's phone buzzed. " M/N's here. " He said, in the background. You looked back. " She's parked at April's place, again. " You stood up. " Can I have this walk, fair maiden? " Leo chimed in. You snickered " Why of course, kind sir. "

After a fun roof walk, you two were on April's fire escape. (Probably should've called first) " And remember, " Leo said. " If your mom asks about the scratches, tell her Mayhem got to you. " You chuckled. Yeah right. She would totally freak if she thought Mayhem touched you. " Sure, bud. " You said. You gave a wave and started down the stairs. "Wait, wait," Leo said, grabbing onto your hoodie. " Hug fee. " Of course, he never lets you forget that.

As you both embraced, you started to get lost in your thoughts. You were sleepier than a PANDA earlier, but your bff turned things around. Made all worries fly away. Like he always does. " Clingy today, aren't we? " That snapped you out of it. You pulled away giving a quiet "sorry". " It's fine! " Leo leaned on his sword. " I'm irresistible, y'know. " Instead of laughing at his gloating, you took a deep breath. And... kissed him. It was...nice and quick. When you pulled away, Leo gasped. He looked... mesmerised. Or like entranced. Honestly, he looked frickin adorable like that.

Finally realizing what you just did, you covered your mouth. " Um, " You started. Ahhh, you messed up. You were gonna apologize (or run away) when Leo pulled you in by the waist. Your lips clashed with his. He was smooching you! Really passionately. You didn't mind, but boy were you surprised. After four more kisses, he pulls away. (This boy needed a AIR break) He cleared his throat.

" Sorry. " He had NOTHING to apologize for. " Um, " You tapped your nail on his plastron, wondering what to say next. " Talk about it tomorrow? " You tried. "Talk about it tomorrow." Leo let go of your waist, and you guys awkwardly said bye to one another. You pretty shocked that you RANDOMLY kissed him. But at the same time, Leo ALWAYS acted like your boyfriend. Guess you guys were finally putting things in motion. Nice.

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Wow...I think my HEART fluttered a bit.☺️ This randomly turned out really nice. Bravo me~!😎 Stay tuned for the other parts! And as usual, pardon any spelling errors. I keep missing the little details😅

#rottmnt #leo hamato #rise leo #leo x reader #rottmnt fanfiction #does donnie count?#wholesome #first kiss

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currentlyfckingurmom · 10 months

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Her Song Part 2

I place the Neighborhood's album, Wiped Out!, on the turntable and drop the needle. It was definitely worth investing half of my life's savings into an expensive record player that connected to the store's high-end sound system. If you're gonna own a record shop, you have to splurge on what really matters— the music.

Since it's past eight at night, there's nobody working in the store except for me. We close in half an hour, and I never make Ash or David (my other employee) stay that late because we rarely get any customers after seven. Syd fell asleep in the bean bag chairs half an hour ago, so it might as well be just me.

But I don't mind because that just means I can turn up the volume and sing along without fear of embarrassment. "Cry Baby" comes on and I turn it up as much as I can without waking Syd.

I sing the lyrics as I check the records inventory, writing down which vinyls are currently rented out, or are out of stock and need to be ordered. I get so into the music that I don't even hear the door open.

A gentle hand resting on my arm scares the shit out of me and I turn around to face the culprit, a small squeal of terror escaping my throat. I sigh in relief when I see Florence standing there and not a robber or axe murderer.

"Oh my god, don't do that," I breathe out with my hand flat against my chest, feeling my heart race in fear.

"I'm sorry," she cringed in apology. "I didn't mean to scare you. I tried calling your name a few times but it seems you were kind of in your own world," she explains.

"No- yeah, no, it's good. We're cool," I stutter, embarrassed that she saw my...performance.

We stand there in silence for a moment, though it isn't awkward; small smiles and rosy cheeks fill the void, happily keeping discomfort from seeping into the interaction.

"So, um, I was just thinking maybe I could get a cup of tea? And I really like this album that's playing so could I possibly rent it out?" Florence asks suddenly.

"Oh, of course! I'll go make your tea first and then I'll grab a vinyl for you," I tell her, already walking toward the cafe counter. "For here or to go?"

"For here. I think I'll stick around for a bit, see if you've got any other recommendations for me," she answers cheerily.

"Oh, definitely. Fair warning, though: my music taste is all over the place. I'm talking classic rock to pop to death metal to alternative to- well, you get the point, so anything I recommend will probably be totally random," I ramble, at which her intoxicating laugh fills the small shop.

I hum lowly to the music as I prepare the Yorkshire tea. Just from the one time she came into the shop, I already remember exactly how she takes it. I can feel her eyes watching me as I pour the steaming hot water, but I pretend not to.

She sits on one of the stools at the cafe bar, and I set her tea down in front of her. We exchange a smile and I say, "I'm gonna go grab that record for you. I'll be right back."

She nods and I navigate the aisles, already knowing exactly where the Neighborhood's albums are. I run my finger along the shelf before picking up the nicest Wiped Out! vinyl in the store. Technically, we have a rental copy of each album and I'm not supposed to rent out the for-sale vinyls, but I'm the boss, so who really cares if I make an exception just this once?

She hands me her card as I walk by her table and I ring up her stuff at the counter. The receipt prints out and I check to make sure she's not looking before flipping it over and writing "Dr. Feelgood by Mötley Crüe is one of my favorite rock albums :)"

I slip the receipt inside the record cover and place it down on Florence's table. Turning to walk away, I stop when she says "Wait, have a seat! I want to know more about you."

Sitting down across from her with a small smile, I ask, "Well, what would you like to know?"

"For starters, your name would be nice," she quips.

"Ah, fair game. I'm Y/N. And you?" I return the question even though I already know the answer.

She slightly squints her eyes, probably trying to figure out if I'm messing with her, before saying "Im Florence. It's nice to meet you, Y/N."

"It's nice to meet you, as well, Florence."

She smiles and slightly bites her lip, looking down at the table. "So where are you from?" she blurts out.

"Small town in Georgia," I reply. "Let me guess, based on the accent, I'm gonna say you're from...Texas. Oh yeah, definitely Texas," I joke, feigning seriousness.

"Hell yeah, I'm from Texas," she says with a fake southern drawl.

Laughing, I ask, "For real, though. Where are you from?"

"Oxford," she replies easily, returning to her normal British accent.

"Sounds posh," I mutter under my breath. She must've heard me, though, because she bursts out laughing once more and my cheeks begin to hurt from smiling so much.

Her phone vibrates and she checks it, frowning at the message on the screen. "I'm sorry, I have to go. It's been nice talking with you, Y/N. Thank you for the tea and the record."

"Anytime, Florence. The rental details are on the receipt. Have a nice night," I say as she grabs her stuff and walks toward the door.

"Goodnight," she calls before leaving the shop. I sigh and check the time, realizing I should've closed twenty minutes ago.

I rush to shut everything down and about fifteen minutes later, I'm ready to go.

Gently shaking her tiny body, I whisper, "Syd, babe, wake up. It's time to go home."

She stirs slightly and mumbles, "Don't wanna get up, Momma. I don't feel good."

"What's wrong?"

"Just don't feel good." She falls back asleep immediately and I give up, gently picking her up and carrying her out of the store.

The rest of the night is filled with a sick five-year-old and thoughts of an enthralling British woman. She seemed very upset by that text she got. I hope everything is okay.

#florence pugh x y/n #florence pugh x you #florence pugh x reader #florence pugh #yelena belova

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sanisse · 2 years

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hello once again~! so I apologize I have no real thoughts other then poly! lindir with glorfindel & human male!reader. it’s been bouncing around my head this ship & any thing you got for it I’m good with it 🥰 ( just none of those kinks like water sports or y’know anything like that if you go the more nsfw route please ; v ; they are not my cup of tea other then that go wild 💖 ) Thank you sm in advance 💖💖💖

love these two 🥰 and thank you for being my first masc!reader request! I’m really excited to do one.

I hope this works for you!

Each Moment, Like Woven Thread | Glorfindel/Lindir/Masc!Reader

Spice Level (1-5): 🌶🌶🌶🌶

Pairing: Glorfindel/Lindir/masc!human!reader

Warnings/tags: no warnings for this one. Fluffy. blink and you miss it body worship, blink and you miss it subby!Lindir, blowjobs, threesome, poly relationships, hand holding, double penetration (Lindir sandwich :D )

Minors DNI. Your media consumption is your own responsibility.

The sweetest evenings are the ones you spend together, when the air is so drenched with all the blooming spring flowers outside that you can almost taste the flowering mint outside your window. The wind is a lazy thing, curling through the curtains to fan across your goosebump-covered skin.

Glorfindel looks up from the game of checker’s he’s playing with Lindir and reaches out to rub your shoulder.

“Are you cold? I can shut the window.”

They always worry. Your grasp of temperature is so different from theirs.

You hum and lean your head on his big shoulder. “No. It’s kind of nice, actually.”

It had been an unusually warm afternoon. The chill from the evening air is a pleasant change.

Still, without being asked to, Lindir gets up to poke at the embers smoldering in the fireplace and breathes life back into them. The contrast between the licking heat radiating from the fire and the cold blue-tinged air makes you shiver again, but it’s a nice kind of shiver.

“You sure you’re not cold?” Glorfindel asks, still concerned.

You bite back a laugh and kiss his cheek. “I’m sure. Finish your game.”

Lindir is the one to beat Glorfindel tonight. When they’re through, he collects the game and neatly shelves it before joining the two of you on the couch.

That’s how it begins.

That’s how it always begins, really. And for all the two of them like to gently tease you about how easy it is to rile Edain up, it’s usually Lindir that kicks off first. To be fair: really it’s Glorfindel and the way he runs his fingers through Lindir’s hair, massaging his scalp until Lindir’s eyes slip closed and he turns to kiss him.

You like to watch them. They’re so perfect together. There’s something so right about them, about the way they fit together. Glorfindel’s sun-kissed freckled skin against Lindir’s milk-white curves. Glorfindel’s rippling muscles, his huge arms and the way they wrap around Lindir’s much smaller, trim little frame. And their hair, of course: the mingling black and gold.

It takes you all of three minutes of self-indulgent gawking before you join them, leaning in to kiss Glorfindel’s neck.

Glorfindel makes a surprised, happy sound into Lindir’s mouth, then turns to kiss you.

It’s warm, brimming with sunlight and affection. You smile against his lips and cup his cheek in your hand, and Glorfindel winds one giant arm around your waist and rocks you forward until you’re astride him on his lap.

The three of you trade languid kisses, lazy touches-- Glorfindel loves to drag his mouth down your neck, nipping your jaw, running his hands over every inch of you, slipping up beneath your shirt. Lindir’s hand joins his and you hiss in a breath at the sensation: the matched touches. Lindir’s hand is much smaller, but smooth and slightly cool compared to Glorfindel’s warm, lightly-calloused fingers that drag against your skin just-so--

You rumble a noise into Glorfindel’s mouth which he returns with a chuckle.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve either of you,” he says, kissing you again and then turning to take Lindir’s chin and pull him in for a kiss, too. Lindir melts at the touch, blue eyes saucer-wide and full of adoration as he takes in the two of you.

“You look so perfect together,” he says.

It’s your turn to laugh. You rest your head in the crook of Glorfindel’s neck. “I was thinking the same of you.”

Lindir flushes a pleased shade of red. Shuffles like he wants to be even closer to the pair of you, but Glorfindel grumbles something and pats your rear.

“Up. There’s hardly enough room for all three of us on the couch.”

So you take each other to bed. Glorfindel tugs his shirt over his head on his way over and Lindir helps you out of most of your clothes by the time you hit the mattress. You and Glorfindel turn your attention to him. You take out the brooch at his throat and unbutton his coat while Glorfindel bites his ear, tells him how gorgeous he looks, and Lindir writhes and pants and says thank you, heru-- to which you and Glorfindel correct at the exact same time: “Glorfindel.”

He has such a hard time ridding himself of the habitual obsequence even in this constellation the three of you have found yourselves in.

Lindir whines and corrects himself to, “Glorfindel,” and then he breathes your name in the exact same tone as you finally push his coat off his shoulder and lean in to pepper kisses on his neck.

He is just so unbearably pretty.

Glorfindel is, too. He’s built of fluid, graceful lines like a great cat, and he moves like it. Like he could snap you in half with one quick motion, like he’s acutely aware of that-- every movement deliberate and full of control.

“I am not fragile,” you insist.

“No?” Glorfindel says with a lopsided grin. “I think Lindir could take you apart to pieces.”

Despite yourself, you moan.

Glorfindel coils his arm around you again, pulls you toward him until your back is flush with his broad chest. Then he’s going for your trouser laces. Slips inside. Makes a delighted noise when he finds you hard.

You hiss and buck up into the touch. Glorfindel kisses the side of your head. You can’t see him, but you can see the significant look Lindir gives him before Lindir crawls over to you on all fours and dives down to take your cock in his mouth.

It’s so good. Lindir is so good at this and it’s hardly fair. His mouth is so wet and hot, and he never has any trouble taking you right down his throat. Your have to let out a sharp gasp, immediately lightheaded, and sag back against Glorfindel’s chest.

Glorfindel makes another soft sound of approval, reaching around you to push Lindir’s hair out of his face for him. Lindir looks up at you both through his lashes, hollows out his cheeks, and sucks.

You buck up into his mouth and Lindir chokes, then moans, and the vibration around you might as well be the death of you. He’ll be the death of you. You have no idea how he always manages to still be so adorable when he’s doing something so utterly lewd.

He isn’t a tease. Lindir wastes no time pleasuring you, bobbing up and down, flicking his gaze up to you and Glorfindel and then back down to his task. You know that he’s pleasuring you, but he’s also putting on a show for Glorfindel, and by the growing bulge you feel against you, Glorfindel’s enjoying himself just as much as you are.

It doesn’t take very long for the pressure to build, spiral, in and in and in like a collapsing star until you shout and burst right down Lindir’s throat.

Lindir takes it, swallows around you, pulls back to suck on the tip until it’s almost too much and you have to pull him off.

Damn him, he licks his lips.

“Took you right apart,” Glorfindel says triumphantly.

“Oh, shut up and fuck him,” you say, tone fond. “I want to watch.”

“Please?” Lindir gasps out at once, two bright spots of color blooming on his cheeks.

Glorfindel gently pushes you out of his lap and reaches for Lindir, who crawls forward and helps Glorfindel shuck himself out of his trousers. As he does, you finish undressing Lindir and leave him in a puddle of purple and blue silk, then trace the curve of his spine, his hip, reach down to take his pretty pink cock in your hands and relish the way he cries out at the touch. Glorfindel buries his fingers in Lindir’s hair, kisses him, and you --pleasure-drunk and hazy as you are-- find the lubricant in the bedside drawer and pass it over to them.

Lindir rests his head on Glorfindel’s shoulder, panting, while Glorfindel works him open. Lindir reaches for your hand and you take his without hesitation, lacing your fingers together and giving his hand an affectionate squeeze. He shoots you an excited, sweet smile.

You lounge back against the headboard. Glorindel, content that Lindir’s ready, slowly guides Lindir down onto his cock.

The sound Lindir makes is divine.

They’re divine --the two of them together-- as Glorfindel grabs handfuls of Lindir’s ass and Lindir rides him, still holding your hand, half-shaking with how full he feels. He regards the two of you with unbridled adoration and a measure of disbelief, forever completely unable to fathom why the two of you want him.

“Beautiful,” you say on impulse. You squeeze his hand again, then lean in to kiss his plush mouth while Glorfindel slams up into him. “You’re so beautiful.”

Lindir chokes out another tiny whine. He lets go of your hand to find your cock again, to stroke you, which drags a moan straight out of you.

“Join us?” Glorfindel asks. His voice is ragged and thick.

“We’ll have to flip around,” you say.

“No, just like this--” Glorfindel thrusts again, lets out a soft growl, nips at Lindir’s chest. “I think he could take us both.”

Lindir mewls. “Yes!”

“Are you sure?” you ask, even though heat floods through your spine at the thought. Glorfindel’s big, especially for someone as small as Lindir. You don’t want to hurt him.

Lindir nods frantically, places himself flat against Glorfindel’s chest, and murmurs pleasepleaseplease as Glorfindel’s pace slows, and when he’s begging like that--

You kiss him again. Kiss Glorfindel. Then settle behind them. Glorfindel stills. The two of you make sure Lindir’s slick and then, slowly, slowly, you push in.

Lindir gasps-- a sharp, short little sound. Glorfindel lets out another rumbling growl. It’s so tight and slick and incredible that your vision blurs for a second.

Panting, you rub little circles on Lindir’s back. “Is it too much?”

“No!” Lindir exclaims, slightly addled, voice dripping with lust. “No. Please--- more? More.”

You push the rest of the way in and Glorfindel lets out a stream of Quenya curses. His head falls back against the headboard with a distinct thump. Lindir is an earthquake beneath your hands, fluttering around both of you, whining and moaning and begging one of you to move.

It’s overwhelming in the best possible way.

Glorfindel is the first to find his senses. He starts to move, the whole length of him gliding against the whole length of you and Lindir is squeezing you so perfectly and you know-- you’re positive-- that if he hadn’t made you come earlier then you certainly would be coming now.

The three of you catch your rhythm, and time seems to dissolve like sugar. There’s nothing, nothing better than the slide, Lindir’s clenching heat and the sweet half-tortured noises of pleasure he’s making, Glorfindel’s groans, and the way it feels to be so close to the two of them.

Lindir comes first, spilling all over Glorfindel’s stomach, shaking and screaming and saying thank you and I love you both so much over and over again like a litany, which tips you right over after him. Then it’s Glorfindel’s turn-- and you’re all a shuddering tangled knot together on the bed, hazy and drowning in pleasure.

As you come down from it, Glorfindel reaches up to stroke your face, to push your hair back with a fond smile. You return the smile, kiss the back of Lindir’s sweat-slicked neck. Stroke his quivering, heaving sides, then pull out and shift to lie next to the two of them.

Lindir’s eyes are still blown wide with lust and slightly glassy. You trace the pad of your thumb over the curve of his mouth.

“Good?” you ask.

He nods enthusiastically. Sleepily reaches for your hand again.

Glorfindel, too, is getting sleepy. He throws an arm around Lindir and shifts a little closer to you.

“Bath later,” Glorfindel bargains. “Too tired to move.”

You hum your agreement. Every single limb is wooden. You’re absurdly sated and too happy to think about being anywhere else but here, right where you belong, with the two of them.

You drift off to sleep-- the three of you together, and it’s bliss.

#glorfindel x reader #glorfindel x you #lindir x reader #lindir x you #glorfindel x lindir #lotr fanfic #lotr imagine #<3 #i really enjoyed doing this one #it's soft #glorfindel #lindir

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babybatscreationsv2 · 2 years

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The Scent of His Cologne ch6 (End)

Marvel | Starker

When Peter was twelve years old he ran away from home. If only he would have known that he wouldn't see his father again for eight years. Now he's broke, living in an apartment the size of a closet and working three jobs to get by. When he meets a handsome stranger at his weekend job he thinks his luck might finally be starting to turn.

Rating: Explicit

Wantings below

Warnings and tags: incest/incest kink, daddy kink, hesitance, public sex, praise kink, light degradation, overstimulation

Peter sat on his daddy's lap. His work meeting was boring and Peter had taken out his phone to play a game on it. Daddy was always working. He said that's what it took to run an empire, but Peter rolled his eyes. He had people for this kind of thing. Wasn't boring meetings what they had Pepper for? She'd been just the right person to replace Obediah after all. Couldn't she do all the stuff he used to do? But noo, Tony was hesitant after everything that happened. Which was fair, but deeply boring. Or maybe Peter had just gotten a little spoiled over the last year on his daddy's lap.

"I'm sorry," the man standing in front of them said. Peter glanced up from his phone. The little scoff at the end of this word didn't sound very sorry, but that would change if he was being rude.

The man glanced between Peter and Tony. Peter smirked. He was about to be very sorry, judging by the look on his face. Something very, very, stupid was about to come out of his mouth.

"It's just," he continued. "Is it take your kid to work day? I hadn't realized."

Tony took a slow breath. Peter could feel it against his back. He didn't say a word, but Peter watched as the man quickly paled.

"I-I sorry, sir. I meant no disrespect."

"Didn't you?" Tony asked. Peter could practically hear his eyebrow twitch that way it does when he's irritated.

"I uh... I just wondered uh... I thought I would be meeting you alone."

"The only thing you should be thinking about is apologizing to my husband."

The man shrunk in on himself as he looked at Peter. "Right. I'm sorry, Mr. Stark-"

"It's Parker. Peter Parker. I'm an independent man," he said with a shining smile.

"Sorry, Mr. Parker." He stood waiting awkwardly for Tony to absolve him.

"No. That's not good enough," Tony said. "Get on your knees." He opened his mouth, but he only ended up flapping like a fish as he slowly sank down. "Come here." Tony whistled like he was calling a dog. The man crawled forward until he was at their feet. Peter stared down his nose at him for a moment. Then he stuck out his foot. The man blinked in shock and looked at them both. Peter couldn't see the look Tony gave him but it was enough that he gently cupped his hand around the back of Peter's heel. He bent his head and pressed his lips against the leather of his shoe.

He looked at Tony for approval.

"Get off the floor," he spat. The man scrambled to get back to where he was.

Peter smiled at him pleasantly. "You like these? They're Gucci. Daddy bought them."

He cleared his throat. "They're very nice," he said. His face was a humiliated scarlet.

"Daddy are we done yet?" Peter turned to look at him and pouted.

"Yes, I think he's finished," Tony agreed.

The man nodded awkwardly and started backing away. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Stark," he said. "And you Mr. Parker." He hurried from the room. Peter snorted a laugh.

"Can we go home now?"

"You are a spoiled, impatient, brat," Tony teased.

Peter turned all the way around and sat straddling his thighs. He narrowed his eyes. "Yeah and what about it?"

Tony laughed. He wrapped his around around him. "Yes, we can go home. Since you insisted on provoking my business partner."

Peter snorted. "He shoulda known better. That's his problem."

"So it has nothing to do with my cum dripping out of your ass right now?"

Peter's face turned hot. His eyes darted to the pair standing guard by the door. "No..."

Tony chuckled. "So bashful all of a sudden. And you were such a slut this morning. Following me around, begging for it, until I bent you over the back of the couch and used you like you wanted."

"And left me hard," Peter pouted.

"It's what you deserve don't you think? Trying to get me to skip my meeting just because you're horny. And now look what you've done."

Peter batted his eyes. "I'm sorry, daddy."

"Why don't you show me how sorry you are?"

Peter bit his lip. "But..."

Tony's raised an eyebrow. "So you can dance practically naked all over your little club, but this is too much for you?"

There was a hint of disappointment in his voice that Peter couldn't tolerate. He slid back on Tony's lap until he could reach his belt and pulled it open.

"That's my good boy."

"Daddy's boy," Peter said with a little smirk.

"From daddy's own loins."

"Tony," Peter hissed. He glanced again at the guards.

"Come on." Tony bounced his leg to get him moving. "Don't waste my time, sweetheart."

Chewing his lip, Peter started again. He slipped down from Tony's lap and kicked off his shoes before squeezing himself out of his too-tight jeans. His underwear was, in fact, sticky wet with cum and he shed those away too. He went back to Tony's pants, working them open and finally taking his cock in his hand.

"That's it, baby. Get daddy's dick wet."

Peter blushed. He bent at the waist and took it into his mouth. The feel of it on his tongue turned his brain off like a switch leaving him moaning and drooling. He only stopped when his shirt slid down and got in his way. He stood and tossed it aside before getting back too it. Tony sighed above him. His hand rested light in his hair, threatening but not pushing. Not until Peter took too long taking him down into his throat. Then Tony pushed him down on his cock. Peter choked, but he stayed still and pliant listening to his daddy moan while he gagged.

Daddy pulled him back up and Peter let the spit gathered in his mouth run down to leave a slick mess on his cock.

"Ride it," Tony ordered. His voice was deeper with lust, 'no' was not an option outside of a safeword and Peter was too cock drunk to even consider it. He climbed back on his father's lap and sat down on his cock. He moaned, going crossed eyed. Nothing felt as good as his dad's cock.

"Good boy, Petey. Earn it, sweetheart. Impress me."

Peter whined. He slowly lifted up and slid back down. He had to hold on to the chair, he felt so unsteady. His legs shook. It felt so good. Slowly, he picked up the pace until he was riding him as hard as he could. He didn't even need to touch his cock and he was close.

"Daddy-daddy can I cum- can I please?" Peter panted.

"Whenever you're ready, sweetheart, but you don't stop riding until I tell you too."

That was mean. So mean and the worst part was that it turned him on so much that he came anyway. Then he was left mewling and shaking, struggling to keep going even when his ass felt raw and the pleasure felt more like pain.

"My good boy," Tony purred. "Daddy's little fleshlight."

Peter whimpered "Daddy please."

"Open your mouth."

Peter did and he stuffed three fingers into his mouth then squeezed in a fourth. He couldn't even close his mouth around them. He just sat there drooling while Tony prodded at the back of his throat.

"That's it, pretty boy. Grind on my cock and gag for me. Be a good whore for your father."

Peter moaned. He did as he was told, brain too foggy to do anything else. He whined while he rolled his hips and gagged when Tony pushed his fingers into his throat. His daddy panted against his neck and then finally he groaned, cumming hot and deep inside him.

"Good boy," he breathed. "My good boy."

"Daddy," Peter answered back. He laid back against Tony's chest, cock still inside him. He was all sticky and sweaty, but Tony still cuddled him. They stayed like that until Peter became hyper aware that they still weren't alone.

"Now can we go home?"

Tony chuckled. "What? I thought you had more stamina than that. I thought we could try the table next."

Peter pouted. He pulled himself off of Tony's lap and put his clothes back on. "You can take me shopping, too. These jeans are ruined."

Tony wrapped his arm around his shoulders as they walked out. "Anything you want, sweetheart."

#marvel #starker #au fic #mafia au #tshc

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takasgf · 2 years

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Dance lesson

its 6 am and im writing silly stories !!!!!! warning this happens in a killing game universe; obviously nothing bad happens but the athmosphere is a bit creepier than usual O_o also there's a slight reference to the 1st chapter victims in the beginning paragraph. otherwise, its just the silly people being very sweet and dumb

Kiyotaka and Frogeru were walking through the hallways. After being forced into a situation as stressful as a "killing game" can be, getting to know every part of your surroundings is key to survival. Dusty empty classrooms wouldn't have been such an eerie sight if it wasn't for the overwhelming feeling of terror that trapped the students into their own thoughts. The air was almost suffocating. Every particle of dust carried a weight comparable to a small baseball ball. No one had the power to look at a baseball ball with the same eyes ever again however.

Each step they took scared them into thinking they might just sink into the floor if they weren't careful. Luckly, the other would have been there to catch their friend, if that ever happened. Their friendship is what kept them strong. If they were truly on their own, all this would have been so much harder to confront. Despite meeting not so long ago, the two felt a strong connection from the moment they introduced themselves. And so, they decided to stick together. Even now, neither realized they've been holding hands for the past few minutes as they were exploring the school. It was more of a subconscious need to protect each other from danger.

- Hey, let's go there! Seems interesting enough.

Frogeru pointed towards a room not so far away from them. At first glance, you couldn't have differentiated it from the other classrooms. Upon entering, that was the case for the most part.

- What's this thing? Is it supposed to be a music player or something? Frogeru sprinted towards the device and gently shook it, maybe expecting a snack to fall out of it, like in a vending machine.

- I believe so. Perhaps they used to host school events here... Hey! Don't shake it like that! The annoyance in Taka's voice was enough to convince Frogeru to let go of the music player.

- Meh. It's pretty dusty anyway. I saw it shining through the window and thought it might be cool.

- Running around after shiny things is not the best thing to do right now. Personally, I don't think it's a good thing to do in general! Be focused, Frogeru. We must be very mindful of our actions if we don't want any strange device exploding in our faces!

- Fair enough. Huh! Dude, wait! There's a cassette in here! Should I play it? I'm gonna play it.

- No! What did I just say?! Please, just leave it be!

Frogeru's curiosity couldn't wait. She pressed the play button impatiently. A few mechanical sounds exited the speakers. Kiyotaka sat protectively in front of Frogeru, expecting something terrible to happen in the next seconds.

A soft, monotone tune started to play. No explosions, no evil teddy bears, no traps. Just an old cassette, trying its best to bring the classroom back to life with its sounds. Despite the damage, the song kept going.

- See? Calm down, man. Just a plain old music player. That song sucks so bad… Frog gave a slightly frightened Taka a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

- True, definitely not worth the reaction. I apologize. Still, isn't it quite suspicious? Can we be sure this isn't a trap?

- Well, we aren't dead yet, so I guess it's not. Dang, this song is really bad. You were right not to start playing it. It reminds me of elevator music. I don't think you could dance on this even if you wanted to, haha!

- It seems fit for slower kinds of dances. The kinds that test one's elegance and class, perhaps. It's not very remarkable. We should turn it off and quit wasting time here! There's plenty of rooms to look through.

- Wait, wait, wait! Where's the rush, my friend? We're stuck here. We can listen to this dumb song all day if we wanted to. See, how it tickles our ears with its stupidity? Haha!

- Where are you going with this? Are we leaving or not? Just like you said, there is absolutely no reason to stay here and listen.

- That's why I want to dance instead. You can't just mention it and not elaborate on that! I think we learned one of those fancy dances in kindergarten. I remember I kept getting paired with dumb kids and I would step on their feet on purpose. Great times, am I right? I am!

- You need two people for a slow dance. Currently I am your only option, but I thoroughly refuse to dance in these serious circumstances. Taka crossed his arms and looked directly at Frogeru.

- Come on, I'm not going to step on your feet, I promise! I think you are one of the people that needs to have a bit of fun the most around here. Look at you, all stressed and worried! It makes me so sad just to think what's going on inside your head.

- Frogeru, now is not the time to have fun. Ask me again when we get out of here and I'll think about it. Maybe I'll even get some practice until then.

- Practice..? Oh! You don't know how to dance! That's why you keep refusing me! Haha, don't worry, dude. I don't know what I'm doing either. I just want to see you smile once.

- I appreciate your concerns! But I don't dance. Not now. It's not the right time.

- When will be the right time? What if we get hurt? What if we don't escape?

- …

- W-What if we don't get to dance together ever again? Please, Ishi. Dance with me… Please.

The energy in Frog's tone slowly faded as she spoke. Her stuttering voice and her trembling eyes and mouth made Taka raise his arm and place it on his heart. It was hurting.

- I thought…I thought you didn't like the song…

- It really doesn't matter what song it is, does it?

- …It doesn't. Take my hand.

The light came back in Frogeru's sparkly eyes. Once they held hands again, even Taka felt more calm than before. His friend's soft smile assured him that they'll be okay.

- Um, may I have some directions first? I wouldn't want to step on your feet either.

- Yeah, sure! You need to place your other hand on my back, and I'll place mine on yours! It's more fancy than just holding hands, heh.

- Ah! I think so! You're the expert here.

Kiyotaka listened to Frogeru's explanations and tried his best to follow along. The two would move around the room in a slow spinning and walking motion, as the terrible song kept playing in the background.

- Are you okay? You look kinda red..? Stupid dust! Keep getting in my friend's face and I'll show you! No, but seriously, are you okay?

Being so close to his best friend colored Kiyotaka's face bright red. He was so focused on trying his best to dance correctly he didn't even notice how silly he looked.

- I-I'm fine! Yes, dust, it's everywhere! Ha-ha!

- You look like a tomato…You are weird. I like that you are weird; you're just like me. I'm glad that we became friends!

The previous statement almost had Taka lose all his balance. He was incredibly glad as well.

- Careful!! It's so awesome that you accepted to dance with me, but please don't get yourself hurt because of it!

- I'm alright! I trust you, Frogeru. I don't think I could get hurt with you here to catch me.

The room was filled with giggles, awkward dance moves and a terrible song. For just a few minutes, the two students could take a break from the terror that awaited them once they left the classroom. There is no certainty whether they'll return there to dance once again, so it's better to cherish the moment while it lasts. Outside the classroom, a spiky brown haired boy, that had made the scandalous fashion choice to wear a blazer over his hoodie, is observing the situation through a window.

- At least they're having fun…!

OKKK thank you SO MUCH for reading!!! I like this a lot more, I think it's my best short story so far :] thank you so much for all your support!!! Im a bit paranoid I might have accidentally copied the plot from someone else without realising, i hope it's just an irrational fear😭 ive had this idea for quite a while, so im happy i finally wrote about it !!!

#pe casetă era soundtrack ul de la 5 gang the movie /j #ishigeru #hope there arent many mistakes here its 6 am and i havent slept at all !!!#humanities.txt

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Partnership that Appeared from Nothing || S.Sallow || Chapter 2

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Original Female Character

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Warnings: Period Typical Sexism, mentions of an arranged and unwanted marriage

A lot of things haunted Sebastian in his waking hours but none more prominent than the horrors that revisit him each night once his eyes fluttered closed yearning for rest. But rest never truly came.

Even on the nights his memory failed him on what dreams occurred during uninterrupted slumber, he still yearned for rest and yet it always evaded him like a never ending game of cat and mouse, a cruel fate indeed but he supposed it was deserving, not that his never ceding exhaustion could ever make up for his past wrongdoings. It wasn’t fair repayment for another person's life.

The horrors of his deep subconscious were just another reminder that he was destined to be on the run for his entire life. No where was safe for him - from him, he was a walking malstrom that sewed chaos around him and yet instead of doing the right thing, the heroic thing and turning himself in, he continued to endanger those willing to help because he was a coward.

And cowards run away.

Sebastian Sallow was a coward. A wolf in sheep's clothing. A parasite that consumed all that was good so that he had less chance of becoming another empty husk in Azkaban. He felt bad, but never bad enough to stop himself —

He awoke with a start, shooting upright, eyebrows knit together trying to rid himself of the cycle of self hatred and pity he thought himself into. Nearly forgetting his surroundings he jumped ever so slightly when he locked eyes with Lucinda’s watchful ones, her bags were more prominent than they had been the night prior and her fingers were tapping on the side of her fountain pen. (A much more enticing and functional muggle invention, Sebastian noted)

“I made some tea,” she gestured to the ornate handmade coffee table, papers and books strewn about all over much like her shack of a greenhouse. Her homestead was quaint, smaller than it looked from the outside but it didn’t seem to matter because it was homely.

Sebastian blinked at her, not quite processing her words immediately. His thoughts still ruminate on his plagued nightmares and reliving his past mistakes over and over.

“Thanks,” he murmured, reaching over to sip the still simmering tea, the fragrance sifting through his nostrils with that all too familiar scent. Lavender and Chamomile with a hint of spearmint. Anne’s favourite. Though he didn’t quite feel up to the task of dwelling on her memory, not right now, so he merely shook himself out of it and drank politely. A warm and gentle hug, it felt taboo to experience such kindness after a long time but that's what the tea felt like, encasing him in comfort and familiarity of home. The rich floral flavours danced across his tongue, soothing and healing his tension and leaving a slight chilled sensation as the mint is the final taste to pass through. It was divine.

“Did you brew this yourself?” He stared at her, setting the cup down. Which happened to be quite the remarkably fancy crockery compared to her own cup, which was not only aged and the pattern fading but chipped and had half a missing handle.

She nodded, her smile widening, “propagated the plants m’self! Not overly fond of what’s on offer around these parts, best to make things yourself since the rich folk are so hellbent on ruining everything with sugar.” Despite the tiredness that urged her to rest, she found herself managing quite fine, not yet getting the telltale sign of sleep deprivation; head fog and dizziness.

He snorted at her words unceremoniously, caught off guard by the rather snobbish comment but not in the way he expected, “apologies, you just…” he cleared his throat, “that reminded me of someone I knew long ago.” His forlorn expression didn’t go unnoticed, even if it had been a lapse in his merry facade. She decided against pressing further, knowing that if he was after a boarding room, he was a traveler. And travelers were always running away from something.

“They were also a Tea snob, I take it?” She humoured, jotting down several more notes to save for later. Whilst her evening prior had been filled with excitement, it pained her to have to actually do admin work for herself, calculating the logistics and budget for such a task to finalize her discovery. If it wasn’t absolutely without flaw, the Academy would surely find some way to deny her a chance at finding this.

“Something like that…” he picked at his fingers, not particularly keen on digging up anymore members of his past. Fortunately for him, she could pick up on the mood shift, or rather his not so chatty demeanor this morning and continued on as if nothing had occurred. In fact, he might go as far as to say she overcompensated a little too much. In her hurried rambling he discovered a lot about her he doubted she meant to reveal, her well off family, no siblings, her strive for academic appreciation and how important to her it was that she successfully find more samples of one carnivorous plant.

That was something he found in common with her, the insatiable need to learn, an unyielding curiosity that if left unchecked could be disastrous. He would know first hand what that was like. It was mid rambling about something to do with the funding she needed to acquire when she suddenly stopped and threw her stack of paper off her lap, hands in her hair with a mortifying expression. “Blimey is that the time already?! I need to go, now!” She manically flattened the flyaways of her hair and rubbed off the ink stains on her hands.

She darted around the enclosed living room, her composure was that of an explosion incarnate with how fiery and passionate she would come across only to explode in chaos abruptly which quite honestly intrigued Sebastian, she encapsulated the smoldering embers of a forest fire so well it was hard not to feel drawn to her. “Let me accompany you — at least to Eltham street.”

“Eltham? — What?” She paused, eyebrows crossed and an unreadable expression until her mind finally caught up to what her ears had heard and the gears began to tick again after being halted so suddenly, “oh! Yes, yes of course.” Almost immediately following that, she was marching out the front door muttering to herself about being late.

He sat on the couch slightly dazed, everything happening so quickly. Were all muggles this flighty and confused? He couldn’t imagine how they coped without magic, forgetting things all the time and trying to keep track of arriving at places by foot or other means of public transportation.

Enough silence surpassed that he hurriedly swooped up his briefcase and followed after her, the street she lived on looking remarkably different during the day than at night.

While brisk, she still kept in stride with Sebastian, enough to still talk his ear off about everything and nothing all at once, though he figured she was nervous judging by her words regarding the ‘telephone’ call she needed to make and how dreadfully busy the office would be at this time. He nearly asked what a telephone was and why they needed to walk all the way to the centre of town to get to it, he chalked it up to yet another muggle invention that was unnecessarily convoluted and rather behind its time but that was neither here nor there for him, far be it for him to judge their way of doing things when wizardkind still preferred the use of broomsticks and carriages rather than apparition and floo powder.

Once they reached the office, he realized that a telephone box or rather — office, was not some strange form of transportation but it was communication. He was correct, however, about it being convoluted, craning his head to see a woman on the other side of a large wall, cross checking a list before moving various wires around while Lucinda picked up what he could only describe as a miniature gramophone. Strange inventions these muggles come up with. He thought.

Lucinda on the other hand, wiped the sweat pooling in her palms and cleared her throat while she waited for the telephone operator to dial her through, reciting precisely what she needed to ensure that her expedition could be on its way sooner rather than later.

“Hello, you’ve reached Doctor Fischer, whom am I speaking with?” Her heart rate quickened at the sound of her former mentor's voice, but now was no time for dilly-dallying and she needed to be on her A-game to be taken seriously.

“Professor Fischer! Hello, good morning! It’s Lucinda calling from Mansfield, how’s London this fine morning?” She began to pick fervently at the quick on her thumb, the slight twinge of pain grounding her and calming her nerves to the best of their ability, though did little to ease the pounding rate of her heartbeat.

A delighted chuckle sounded from the otherside, “Oh Luce, I’ve been expecting to hear from you — though I shouldn’t be surprised how quickly. Yes, well London is as dreary as ever but would it truly be London without such temperamental weather affairs?”

Thrilled to be speaking to her old mentor, Telephone calls cost money by the minute so it was only in earnest she cut to the chase lest she be hit with a rather ridiculously priced call. “It’s absolutely lovely to speak with you again, I would wager that Humphrey got back to London fine this morning?”

“Indeed he did — and might I say, he and I are both enchanted by your find and research notes… But as you already know we can’t do much with a lone find, it must be explored further to ensure this simply isn’t a freak one off mutation of sort. Humphrey mentioned you were thinking about an intercontinental expedition when you spoke to him last night… The Academy wouldn’t sanction such a thing nor justify the funds to do so, as I hope you are aware.”

She gulped, shutting her eyes for just a moment to take in his words and breathe, it would do more harm than good if she absolutely blew up despite the fact she wanted to, but a level headed woman was far better off than one with ‘hysteria’. (She despised the word and what it stood for, nonetheless it was an unfortunate ‘medical diagnosis’ these days).

“Right, of course sir… Well perhaps if the Academy only approved of it, I could find the means to fund it myself. I believe I am on the precipice of a huge discovery, one that could completely change the way we’ve thought plants interact with the world.”

Silence.

A large pause that made her believe that perhaps the call had cut, but then she heard his deep sigh, “I want nothing more than for you to go out and be the world class Botanist that I know you are, Luce… But my hands are tied — The board would never-“

“What if—,” she could feel her composure waning, “what if…” she trailed off, her eyes looking to the man who appeared from thin air, the man who she housed the night prior and the man she was about to drop off at the towns boarding rooms after the call, “I had a research partner, he… Well, he’s brilliant, he could join me while we research together… In fact, he could take full credit for the research as long as I’m cited as the initial discovery in the Almanac.”

Another pause.

“You understand what you forfeit by negotiating such a thing… Humphrey did mention a.. who was it? Sebastian fellow with you last night. Are you sure you could live with this? A reality where a man takes the credit for your work, I dislike the board as much as you do, Luce but I want you to think about what you’re asking.”

She blew out an uneasy breath, her stomach rolled in knots and the side of her thumb was rubbed completely raw, beading with blood. When had she drawn blood?

“I understand, and… I don’t care,” lie. “I just.. this is a big discovery and I want to spearhead it. Like I said… I just want to be cited as the first discoverer.” Another lie. Her heart was hammering beyond belief right now, she was confident she could pull this all together in the end, she could feel it.

“Of course,” he was unconvinced but he understood her more than any other man cared to, “with your own funding and a research partner you’re assisting, I can get the proper documentation and permits for you. Are you sure about this?”

“Absolutely, thank you - so much! I won’t forget what you’ve done, ever.” She was practically bouncing off the wall when they said their final goodbyes and she finished up at the telephone office, giddy with excitement that she could take off on her very first and own expedition, just like the explorers she read about in the papers. Her smile was wide and eyes beaming as she stumbled over to Sebastian.

Oh… That’s right.

Now she needed him to stay indefinitely. A complete stranger who she barely knew, she needed to find a way to keep him around to keep the facade up that she was his assistant.

He was curious as to what put her in such a glittering mood, he could only speculate a few things to be exact, he thought it could’ve been her parents, a lover, a job offer, a schooling opportunity — though this was all he could base off what little he knew of her. She never said anything to indicate what exactly the call was about, just that he had noticed her fiddling with the buttons of her vest and the blood that had dried around her thumb from what he could surmise was due to nervousness.

Though he was in for quite a shock when they walked to the front of the boarding rooms and she stopped him, hesitating for just a moment and a look of guilt? He wasn’t sure why that would be the case, until she opened her mouth.

It all came out at once, a blubbering mess of words strung together in sounds and consonants that made it sound like she was fluent in gibberish than anything he had heard, and he had heard parseltongue before.

He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, though he questioned whether that might of been a bit much considering they were essentially strangers to one another, nevermind that it seemed to cease her ramblings and visibly calm her down, “slow down, I barely caught any of that.”

She sighed, taking in a deep breath and exhaling shakily, “Humphrey, the gentleman we met last night works for my old mentor - that’s who I was speaking with… And well - he… He takes certain research assignments to this board of grouchy old fashioned no-good-sexist men,” she steeled herself before she went off on a tangent, “and he’s interested in what else I could find with this carnivorous plant.”

Uh-oh. Sebastian caught himself thinking, sure muggles stumbled upon the wizarding world in small instances like this before but he didn’t quite connect the dots into believing she planned to professionally and publicly try to find out more about the plant. What if she discovered more than she intended, merlin, she already was in close proximity to a wizard albeit she is completely unaware. It was his duty - even if he was outcast by the trivial laws of his world - to prevent muggle injury, maiming or death by means of magical circumstances.

“— and because you were there, I can only do away with this research expedition if you accompany me because those ancient, horrid old men won’t let a woman do it herself.” She grumbled to a finish. Shit. He hadn’t realized she was still talking while he panicked about ways he needed to stop her from finding out more, he had no idea what she said to him.

“Pardon?” He asked, trying his hardest to connect the dots in his head to what she was saying.

“You, I need you to.. well — I don’t know! Pretend to be a botanist so I can pretend to be your assistant and can do this expedition…” she sighed, rubbing her eyes and temples, who thought a career in plants could be so drama fuelled, “but I am completely reasonable, I know it was last minute and very sly of me to implicate you so I will understand you declining and being on your merry way.” She started again, rambling herself into oblivion, “actually perhaps it might be better that way, I don't even know why you’re here, perhaps you’re here for work and I would be unfairly taking you.”

He opens his mouth to interject, but once she’s started it was hard to stop, “of course you have things to do, people to see! I can’t believe I asked a total stranger to do this for me, I apologize that was very unprofessional and silly of me.” She began shaking his hand, everything happening at a speed he struggled to keep up with, “thank you very much for your time Sebastian, I will take my leave, good luck on your future prospects and endeavors!”

Finally, her turning away gave him ample time to open his mouth, “I’ll come.” His stomach dropped, unsure if it was regret or not he tried to will it away regardless, “with you… I’ll come with you.” He said it with more conviction, it was the only option for him thus far, until he came up with a suitable plan to safely lead her away from the wizarding world and the rest of the dangerous plants that resided within it. Part of him didn’t want her exposing the magical world and the other part wanted her to steer clear from it.

She stopped, slowly turning on her heel to face him, an incandescent smile that radiated joy and twinkled into her eyes. He was a goner. No one had ever looked at him the way she did right this moment and it was enough to make him gulp hard and heart skip a beat. Despite her dainty frame she launched herself at him, hugging him hard and tight with strength he had no idea she was capable of having, so much so it nearly threw him off balance and caught him completely off guard. He hesitated slightly before gently embracing her until she steadied herself and away.

“How would I ever repay you, I can give you money? food? A cat?” She breathed, one of her hands still clinging to the sleeve of Sebastian’s coat despite her already being steady.

He smiled down at her, noticing that she had golden flecks in her hazel eyes that made them almost amber in the midmorning sunlight. “I’ve always fancied a bit of travel myself.” He was nearly completely certain this was absolutely positively the wrong thing to do, but he almost couldn’t help it. His justification was also flawed, seeing as the magical world ousted him, there was no rhyme or reason for him to be overly protective of it.

“Thank you,” her voice was small, barely audible over the ruckus of the town behind her, “since you are doing me this favour, I can start repaying you by letting you stay with me. Though do tell me if the couch becomes jarring —.”

“No, no. I can live the full researcher experience holed up in a boarding room don’t you think? Besides, I wouldn’t dream of impeding on your property anymore than I need to.” His half smile was almost convincing, concealing the fact that he’d find no joy if the ministry found him tomorrow and she was caught in a crossfire between himself and legitimate Aurors. He was certain he couldn’t live with himself, having another muggle stuck bearing the crimes of his past while he continued to flee.

She shook her head, perhaps he hadn’t heard her right, “I refuse to let you help me and proceed to pay for a boarding room to be close by. Please, I insist. It’s the very least I could do.” Her kind eyes were looking into his own, she very well could have been reading his mind for all he knew and if that were the case she’d have been utterly repulsed by what truly was within the man she had befriended. Alas, she hadn’t contorted her face into disgust, but rather patiently awaiting his answer. He had never known eyes to be so kind, they were to be his ruin, he was sure of it.

Perhaps that was why he found his mouth opening before he could think about it, or that his body moved without thinking about, “well, ever the gentleman I suppose — who am I to turn down a lady in need?” His boyish charm that carried on from adolescence shone through as he jokingly bowed before her and she laughed. A real laugh. Her lips pulled together with a bedazzling smile that put the sun to shame.

With that the two of them set off together through town, her eager voice prattling on about different plants and their uses as if she were gearing him up for an exam on botany. Well, she very much might be, he hadn’t given it a lot of thought signing up to be her ‘assistant-but-not-really-assistant-man-friend’. Would he have to stand before this foreboding ‘board’ she spoke of, the one made up of sexist old men? Would he somehow have to prove to them he was capable and adept in plant knowledge? He wasn’t entirely sure, though try as he might, he was listening to her speak passionately albeit it did go through one ear and out the other despite his efforts.

“Truly, I am so indebted to you, Sebastian.” She had stopped short of the pathway that led to her front door. Perhaps it was a miracle after all that this man, whom she hardly knew, appeared in her greenhouse. Lucinda wasn’t religious by any means, despite her grandparents vehemently pushing it onto her, but it wouldn’t be so far out of the realm of possibility that Sebastian was sent to her in a time of need by a divine holy entity.

He hadn’t had a chance to answer when the door to her own house opened and she did a slight double take, another prize winning smile pulled at her lips but he noticed it hadn’t quite reached her eyes, not like he had seen before.

“Mother! Father!” She exclaimed, walking over to give them both a hug.

“We were starting to think you’d forgotten about our lunch.” Her mother kissed their only daughter repeatedly, if it was as suffocating as it looked, Sebastian was rather grateful to not be caught up in all that. Though he had wondered, if this is what it would’ve been like had his own parents not passed on and suddenly envy and sorrow wallowed in his chest temporarily.

“No of course not mum,” Lucinda said affectionately, though it was of the same cadence of which she spoke to Humphrey the night prior and Sebastian had barely picked up on it but it was a lie. Either she was the world’s worst liar or everyone around her simply was too ignorant to pick up on it. The latter being what Sebastian suspected.

Before her parents ushered her inside, she turned and gestured to her new found companion, “this is Sebastian. He’s my research assistant, I expect we’ll be going on an expedition soon across Europe to expand on this rather fascinating find from Scotland.” Elated is the word he would describe Lucinda when she spoke about her work, and even now she was practically radiating excitement on the spot.

“Oh don’t tell me you’re still chasing butterflies, Luce? When will you stop this incessant dream of yours and get a real job? I know the nurses at Saint John’s, you could get an internship there and become something better.” Her mother chided, barely sparing the fourth wheel in the conversation a glance.

“Plants, mum. I study plants.” She corrected, picking at her nail beds once more.

“And what’s this, a holiday around europe? How do you expect to fund that by ‘professionally’ looking at plants?”

Sebastian hadn’t quite expected to see or hear this from one's family, knowing that aside from his own late Uncle, his parents would be nothing but supportive of his endeavors and no doubt his twin's endeavors. He caught himself thinking that perhaps on a lesser scale this is what his old friend felt like being around his parents, chastised and scolded for simply doing something they’d enjoy.

“An expedition, not a holiday. I’ll be working the entire time, I’d hardly call that a relaxing getaway.” Lucinda was growing frustrated, that much was clear. Not only that, her nerves were starting to act up again as she drew blood by picking away the quick on her pointer finger.

“I’m not arguing with you young lady, just that it better not interfere with the Engagement party. Your father and I worked so hard to get it absolutely perfect.”

Engagement Party? Sebastian’s eyes instinctively flicked down to Lucinda’s hands to find no rings of the sort, just her nervously picking away at her fingers. This would bode terribly if he found himself staying at an engaged woman's house that had no sign of her fiance.

“I don’t want to marry that wretched man,” she contested, almost childish in the way she threw her arms down by her side in protest. “I’d much rather die alone, old and happy than play broodmare to a man who I don’t love. He’s foul and wicked, and if you truly loved me you wouldn’t make me marry him.”

Oh.

Sebastian suddenly felt like he shouldn’t be hearing this or witnessing it for that matter. He felt as though he was a fly on the wall, listening in on a poor muggle family’s struggle and it was a tad too intrusive for his liking despite enjoying a spot of eavesdropping and nosiness here and there.

“Come now Lucinda, don’t be ungrateful. Stand up straight and stop embarrassing us in front of your guest now get inside.” Her father spoke, foreboding and quite menacing. Sebastian almost missed that they were referring to him and quickly cleared his throat to follow the family inside.

He was in the thick of it now, stumbling into a woman with an over achieving green thumb in an engagement that she didn’t want to be in. Seemed to be quite the Shakespearean play if he had to summarize the entire situation. Unless all muggles were like this.

Despite it being none of his business, he found himself hanging on to questions to ask Lucinda once her parents were gone. Afterall — if they were going to be working together, he ought to know a lot more about her.

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alcina with an s\o who kind of,,, lets things happen to them. Like, s\o is getting walked all over by literally anyone, from another mortal to one of the lords and just. stands there and takes it? Also whenever s\o has any sort of sores or injury, they just take it as well and don't exactly ask for help or question why it's happening to them in the slightest. "probably my posture" if their back hurts or "i deserve it" if someone is being rude without reason. s\o jus, finds a dismissive reason for everything like that.

Hey, friend? Buddy??? You-- You do realize Alcina is from a horror game, right????? Because... Welp.

Warnings: Protective behavior from a horror game s/o (read: it's lightly described, but VIOLENCE)

Alcina Dimitrescu x Passive! Reader

Oh.

Oh she's pissed.

Alcina is hyper aware that you're a little more passive than most, and she has admittedly taken advantage of that from time to time herself, but the second she sees you brush off any sort of injustice towards you?

The Lady Dimitrescu is out for blood.

Alcina is a very protective partner normally, but with a partner like this she's got a much shorter fuse towards anyone who hurts you. You're hard enough on yourself-- it frustrates her to see you let people get away with far more than is excusable.

Alcina thinks of family as a point of pride. She is the Head of House Dimitrescu, and therefore is not only tasked with upholding the family name, but protecting it from any outside forces.

She is committed to taking care of her family, and as you are her partner, that includes you.

Therefore Alcina takes any slight towards you -- her partner, her consort, her other half, her family-- very, very personally.

She is more than happy to defend you when you are unwilling or unable to do so yourself.

And, while you might forget it from time to time, Alcina is a villain. In every sense of the word.

When it's her siblings or Mother, she's a little more restrained, but very passive aggressive.

Salvatore accidentally nudges you when he enters a room? She'll loudly comment on how he must not have meant to disrespect her partner with his disgusting physique. Donna or Angie ask you to move? Alcina must have misheard--after all you've done nothing wrong other than exist in your own space. Heisenberg breathes in your general vicinity? She smacks him across the room. That feels fair <3

HOWEVER: When the one who's offended you is a regular villager or human, the Lady Dimitrescu lets all of her darker impulses run free.

She won't drink from them--the blood is disgusting on her tongue, and she doesn't want to consume anything from someone that hurt you.

Instead, she will fully live up to the term "sadist". Alcina--ever the consummate host-- will invite these people to visit the cellars in her basement... Along with the breast rippers, the iron maiden, and the fun little knee splitter she had restored from an antiquities auction forty years ago.

She will also happily heat a room to inflict Rat torture, just so her Daughters can really see if rats will claw through flesh to avoid heat (it's a fun learning experience for them, after all, and Alcina delights in how their eyes light up when witnessing such an educational demonstration--it's so nice when the whole family comes together like this, isn't it?)

She likes to keep these specific individuals alive for as long as possible. It's fun for her, in a way. She inflicts suffering as a way to de-stress, but it's mostly to make sure that you are cared for and safe from people who would cause you harm.

Alcina is very thoughtful in that way, don't you agree? 💕💕

Weeks after the initial offense, you are surprised when Alcina sweetly hands you a handwritten letter of apology from the offender....in the offender's own blood. You stop being surprised when they are never seen again.

...On a lighter note, she does use the letter as an opening to talk with you. Alcina doesn't have a problem being your knight in shining armor, but she does worry about you, Darling. You need to try standing up for yourself a little bit more! It's concerning!

She will try to build up your self esteem in the meanwhile. She wants you to feel special, because you are, and has a tendency to whisk you away after an "offense" to spoil you for a bit.

She's going to do her best to make you realize what you really deserve-- happiness.

You are so, so loved, so special, and most importantly, you are worthy of respect. No matter what you currently believe, you deserve civility and kindness...and Alcina is happy to convince you of this fact as many times as you need ❤️

#passive reader #resident evil village #re8 #resident evil 8 #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina x reader #when her partner is even SLIGHTLY inconvenienced #Alcina chooses violence ALWAYS #then she gives you a lil smooch 😘

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ameliora-j · 3 years

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before i fell // dm x reader

words: 2.8k

warnings: angst, talk of a breakup, mention of loss of virginity, mention of not eating, mention of not sleeping, pansy is kinda ooc and so is draco, the slytherins are assholes

a/n: i used a lot of olivia rodrigo lyrics bc i listened to SOUR while writing lol. lmk if i should add other warnings and happy reading babies!

you would be cliche and say that you fell in love the way that you fall asleep. slowly and then all at once. but you couldn’t because you didn’t. it wasn’t a john green novel and you weren’t hazel grace lancaster. falling in love wasn’t simple, and that description of it truly… didn’t describe anything. falling in love was more complicated than that. there were more layers to it than that. falling in love was rather… quick and unexpected. unexpected like snow in the middle of march. or rain when there’s not a cloud in sight. quick like waiting months for an event and finally when the time comes, it feels like you blinked and then it was over.

falling in love with draco malfoy was all of these things and more. falling in love with draco malfoy brought upon more layers than that. falling in love with draco malfoy brought pain. not just any kind of pain, no… horrible, heart wrenching, gut twisting pain. pain that began by bubbling itself in your chest right at the center of your heart, then slowly but surely worked it’s way outwards. encapsulating your entire body and making every inch of your body ache. pain like when you get attached to a character and the author kills them off. pain like when you finish your favorite book and you realize that you’re not truly in that universe and none of that actually happened. pain like when you’re two hours, fifteen minutes, and twelve seconds into avengers: infinity war and peter parker says “mr. stark, i don’t feel so good.” pain that you’ve never felt. pain that can’t be described. pain that you felt for days. pain.

you thought it was strange when the platinum blonde slytherin sought you out. he came to you one day while you sat silently at the black lake. you were alone, but only because you liked to be. you had friends of course, many actually, but you chose to be alone. the black lake was your place of solace. then along came draco. he sat beside you, a good distance away, but his presence was known. you looked to him for an explanation but he offered none. just smiled at you and turned to his notes, so you did the same. the second time he came, he sat closer, but still in silence. the third time is when he struck up conversation.

“yln, yeah?” he questioned.

“yn, actually. but yes, yn yln. and you’re draco malfoy?” you asked.

“i am,” he smirked at your knowledge of his name and then you returned to your studying. after that, the two of you talked every time he came and sat with you. short discussions about the weather or the potions assignment. you don’t know when, but soon they became longer. discussions of your day and your family. your interests and how you got your name. how you loved the rain and the stars and how you loved hogwarts, but you often missed home. draco knew you inside and out and you knew him—and before long, you called the tall, skinny blonde your boyfriend.

you walked the halls of hogwarts together, hand in hand. draco walked haughtily with a hard scowl and you with a bright smile. while you walked cheerfully and waved to your friends and to first years while draco glared at anyone who dared look at the two of you. he took you to parties in the slytherin common room and you wore his jersey proudly at quidditch games, even when he played against your house. he bought you lavish gifts at all of your trips to hogsmeade and he showered you in kisses, praise, and affection. you were whole heartedly smitten with the sole heir to the malfoy fortune.

it was one fateful day in the common room when your heart absolutely exploded. that was the day you knew that you fell in love with draco malfoy. you had been a thing for about two, going on three, months. you were sitting in the slytherin common room, reading in silence when he asked. you were pressed against his chest and he pressed a soft kiss to your head. “‘ve been meaning to ask you something,” he murmured gently. this caused you to close the book and turn your full attention to him. “want you to wear this,” he said, holding out a ring. “it’s the malfoy family crest.”

your stomach and your heart exploded into billions of butterflies and you launched yourself forward, straight into his chest. millions of emotions overcame you as you squeezed his neck as tight as possible. you nodded into his neck as a few stray tears fell. he kissed your head repeatedly as he slid the ring onto your finger before pressing his lips to your’s gently. you giggled excitedly as you stared down at the ring on your finger. “do you like it?” he asked you.

“i love it, dray. i love you. thank you s’much,” you confessed for the first time as you cuddled back into his chest. you don’t know what it was that made the blonde boy seek you out, but you’re glad he did. if only you knew the true nature of his intentions. but alas, you were oblivious.

it was the beginning of the school year, on the train to hogwarts. in the compartment of what was labeled as “the slytherin squad.” there sat theo nott, pansy parkinson, blaise zabini, and—your now boyfriend—draco malfoy.

they were all sitting around, taking the piss out of draco for all of his past failed relationships when it was brought up. “i’ll bet malfoy couldn’t get a girl to fall in love with him if he paid her,” theo spoke.

“i’ll take that bet,” draco countered.

“alright. but we get to pick the girl,” blaise decided.

“what?” pansy asked as theo began to look around the compartment. it was a few minutes before he found the victim. it was then that your fate was sealed. there, sitting in the back corner, head tucked deep into a copy of the fault in our stars, was you. you. awkward and quiet. you with seemingly no friends. poor little unsuspecting you.

“that one,” nott smirked evilly.

“what the weirdo?!” draco exclaimed incredulously. “no way!”

“so then you forfeit?” blaise asked, causing draco to release a frustrated exhale.

“alright i’ll do it,” he rolled his eyes.

“then we give you five months. make yn yln fall in love with you in five months and we’ll do your homework for the rest of the year,” theo posed.

“and if i don’t?” draco asked.

“and when you don’t… thennn,” blaise taunted as he searched for a deal that was fair.

“then we get two hundred galleons each and you have to apologize to potter for making his life hell,” theo smirked. draco scoffed at this and rolled his eyes, but nodded nonetheless.

“and what are my conditions?” he raised an eyebrow.

“she has to say it first. you can do anything you want or need to get her to say it, but you cannot say ‘i love you’ first,” blaise spoke.

“this doesn’t seem fair to yn,” pansy piped in.

“shut your mouth parkinson. no one asked your opinion,” theo growled with a roll of his eyes. but it was too late. there was absolutely nothing the girl could do to get the three to change their minds. she just had to sit idly by and watch draco malfoy break your heart as she said nothing. she wished that she could stop it, but their minds were made up. and the three of them were very stubborn.

it was a few days after draco gave you his ring when your bubble came crashing down. you were walking to meet draco at your spot at the black lake when blaise and theo intercepted you. you knew who they were, of course you did. they were your boyfriend’s best friends, however why they were currently speaking to you, you had no idea.

they told you it would be quick. that they just wanted to show you something in the slytherin common room and left little room for argument, so you had no choice but to follow them there. they sat you on the couch and began to discuss your relationship with draco. you were very confused and had no idea why you were here. “so… draco hasn’t told you?” blaise mocked a gasp of shock.

“no?” you raised a soft eyebrow as you stared on. this made theo smirk evilly as he pulled up a projector and pointed his wand at it. a picture appeared, it looked like a memory. “what’s this?” you asked before the boys urged you to ‘shh.’ you sunk further into the couch as you idly watched on.

you truly weren’t paying attention untill you heard the voice of your boyfriend. the words he spoke stung. you were soft. emotional. the way he spoke about you absolutely crushed you. it would crush anyone, but it shattered you especially. “she’s so fucking weird!” “i’ll take that bet.”

‘s all you were. all you ever were. just a stupid belt. another notch in his belt. it was that moment that draco had barged into the common room. but by then, it was already too late. the tears had already sprung to your eyes and you were preparing for a torrential downpour as you heard his voice. “i’m out!” he announced breathlessly. he froze in his run as his eyes fell on you and what was playing on the projector currently. “bunny…” he whispered softly as his hand touched your shoulder, but you quickly jerked away as if his hand had burned you on contact.

“don’t call me that. don’t touch me,” you demanded as the tears began to fall. “that’s all i was? a bet?” an involuntary whimper sounded from the depths of your throat. “i feel so stupid.” you shook your head.

“no, bunny please listen to me,” you didn’t allow the boy to finish as you wrapped your arms tightly around yourself.

“don’t call me that!” you demanded. “in fact don’t call me at all. don’t… don’t talk to me draco. ever again. i can’t believe i fell for your stupid joke. i feel so… i feel like an idiot,” you spoke. you shook your head, hastily wiping at your eyes untill you saw stars. it was then that you decided to walk away.

“YN STOP!” draco yelled. “LISTEN to me,” he demanded.

“NO!” you shouted as you turned to face him finally. “godric draco, i wish you would’ve thought this through before i went and fell in love with you,” you sniffled as you wiped your snot on your sweater sleeve.

“yn please just let me explain. please listen to me, please,” he begged.

“i feel like you betrayed me,” you shook your head. “i told you everything. you were my everything. draco i loved you. i actually loved you. i thought you loved me too but i guess you’re just a really good actor,” you sniffled once more. “i hate you draco. i really fucking hate you. i don’t want to hear your bullshit explanation because i know that you’ll never feel sorry for the way i’m hurting right now.”

“it was a bet!” draco shouted as you walked away, hand on the door knob. you scoffed as you muttered a sarcastic, ‘no shit.’ “that’s how it started yes, but then i got to know you. i figured out who you were. i learned that your favorite color is yfc and that you prefer night over day because you love the stars and that your favorite star is scorpius and you would name your son after that star one day. i learned that you love to read and you love when it storms but you're afraid of the thunder. you only dance when you’re drunk and you giggle when you’re nervous and i love that giggle. with everything in me i do. your favorite book is yfb and you choose to be alone but you let everyone be your friend. you’re gorgeous. inside and out and while it may have started as a bet, somewhere along the lines i fell in love with you so yn please. please don’t leave,” he whispered the last part as his voice came out broken.

you took a deep breath in before you began to speak. “you couldn’t have cared less about someone who loved you more. i’d say you broke my heart but you broke much more than that,” you shook your head as you furiously wiped at your eyes again. “i gave you my all draco. you were my first everything. i gave you my virginity for merlin’s sake. all to find out that i was just some stupid bet,” you scoffed.

“yn please believe me when i say that you’re so much more than that,” he begged again. “i came to tell them that they won. that i wanted out because i fell in love with you too!”

“it doesn’t matter if you don’t see me as a bet any longer. the fact is that you did. i’m worth so so much more than that.” your breaths were ragged as you spoke. “i really wish that you had thought this through before i went and fell in love with you.” you repeated with a small sniffle. “don’t you think i loved you too much to be used and discarded? don’t you think i loved you too much to think i deserve nothing?” you were openly sobbing at this point.

“yn please believe me when i tell you how sorry i am…” he spoke softly.

“don’t tell me you’re sorry. feel sorry for yourself. because someday i’ll be everything to somebody else,” with this you turned away from him. you hastily opened the door and practically ran out of the common room and away from him.

at that moment you decided to forget about it. draco, and the bet, and love, and everything. like in the vampire diaries, you decided to turn your emotions off. you laid in your dorm crying for hours before you made that decision, however. your dorm mates checked on you often, but you never offered more than merely a half hearted shrug, letting them know that you were still alive, but barely breathing. you skipped classes and meals. you were a mere shell of yourself. it was about two weeks before you could face draco again. and even then you couldn’t truly. you went into the great hall and found “the slytherin squad” sans draco.

pansy looked at you sympathetically while theo and blaise basked in the glow of their new victory. you pulled the ring off carelessly as you stopped in front of them, hair disheveled and uniform askew. you had dark bags under your eyes from the lack of sleep you’d gotten in the past fourteen days and your eyes were rimmed red with the weight of your emotions. “c’you just give this back to malfoy,” you murmured half-heartedly as you dropped the ring on the table in front of the three. just speaking his name brought you pain.

your shoulders were sunken in defeat and you were but a shell of your usual cheerful self. you don’t even know when the last time you saw daylight or had fresh air was. “wait yln,” pansy called hesitantly. you turned to face her, still staring down at your mary janes as you pulled and twisted your fingers untill you heard your knuckles pop. “you… you really love him, don’t you?”

you just shrugged your right shoulder as you used the heel of your palm to wipe the snot from your rapidly reddening nose. “i was just some stupid bet,” you replied as tears begin to spill rapidly over your waterline.

“if it’s any consolation… it was those two bozos’ idea,” pansy told you as she pointed to blaise and theo.

“doesn’t matter,” you murmured. “he’s still a traitor,” you answered as you walked away, forgetting all about the slytherin prince and his stupid friends. forgetting all about how he hit you with a train of his “love.” forgetting all about how for three months he was your everything. forgetting all about how he wrote to his mum about you and you wrote to your parents about him. forgetting all about draco malfoy. the platinum blonde boy with stormy grey eyes who had a long story buried beneath his haughty exterior. the boy who you called your first. your first kiss. your first time. your first love. forgetting all about the boy that made you fall in love just to tell you it was all a bet.

attempting to revert back to how you were before you fell.

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isagisyoichi · 3 years

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how do u think the boy would be in a party😈😈

NEW RULES!

SYNOPSIS: blue lock at a party

CHARACTERS INCLUDED: isagi, bachira, nagi, reo, rin, chigiri, naruhaya, niko, nanase, gagamaru, kunigami

WARNINGS: mentions of underage drinking and weed (but no one actually takes anything), swearing, mentions of throwing up and food, again pretend they're all friends and go to the same school because it's more fun to think that way. ooc rin maybe? idk i like pretending he's not as miserable as the manga makes him out to be 🤗 he deserves to have fun i think

A/N: no cause this was soooo fun to write tysm anon, i got through this in a flash cause i loved this suggestion sm :') literally one of the most fun requests i've ever gotten eeee!!!!! also this made me miss my irls bye corona can suck my balls fr

ISAGI YOICHI:

i feel like this would be his first big party aw lol, so he’s kind of nervous LMAO.

gets handed a beer by someone, has his first sip of it ever, and immediately spits it out. mutters “how the hell can anyone drink this?” and “discreetly” pours the rest into a bush.

mainly stays with nagi, chigiri, kunigami, and bachira and they just talk throughout the night

(bachira only sits down and talks after his energy dies down. i'll elaborate on this below the cut).

keeps asking nagi “what song is this?” throughout the night LOL. makes a mental note of what songs to add to his playlists.

slightly nods his head to the music, aw cute. goes a little harder and lip syncs/raps along when he really likes the song, though (i stand by my word when i said he loves “neon guts”)

does accidentally bump into someone, but isagi starts a convo with them after he apologizes, and they hit it off right away 🥰

but, the person left early and isagi, ever the dummy, forgets to ask for their number.

and he's actually so disappointed in himself when he realizes, too 😭

BACHIRA MEGURU:

not drunk or anything at all, but boy, the way he’s acting makes it seem like he is.

the self proclaimed “life of the party.”

can be found “dancing,” though i use that word generously because to classify whatever he’s doing as “dancing,” is a stretch, to every song, even if he doesn’t know the words LOL

really likes when throwbacks come on!!!! he does dance to the lyrics and not the beat sometimes, though 😭

but, bachira looks like he’s having so much fun, it’s so cute, he’s definitely been waiting for this moment his whole life 🥰

if you were dancing with him, bachira would 100% take you by the hand and spin you around

also forces gets isagi to dance with him but isagi’s so awkward 😭

bachira also ends up jumping in the pool sometime later that night. yells “cannonball!” and everything, like, okay michael phelps 😭

he doesn’t have extra clothes so reo has to give him some and they're so fucking big on him LOLLL

texts the groupchat “i was sooo crazy last night😂” in the morning LMAOO, okay babe calm down

KUNIGAMI RENSUKE:

takes it upon himself to make sure none of his friends die LOL

only drinks water and diet coke 👍

his mom calls in the middle of the party to ask how he's doing and bachira and nagi are doing stupid shit like yelling “pass the weed” and fake moaning 😭

isagi and chigiri tell him to tell her they say hi LOL

really likes when the dj puts on 90s/2000's r&b/hiphop songs (i'll die by my hc that kunigami's an oldies fan)

mostly sways side to side to the music, but he did also dance a little, per request of bachira, and ended up talking to a cute person a for little, too 🤗

offers to help clean up in the morning

CHIGIRI HYOUMA:

at least two drunk girls have mistaken him for their friend, and another four have asked to touch his hair.

tried to use one of reo’s many bathrooms, found a couple making out, outwardly said “gross,” and then left to find another one 😭

nods his head and taps his foot to the music, not much of a dancer.

also a people-watcher, and he points out things he sees are happening to his friends.

“guys, i think misa and her boyfriend are breaking up, look.” leave that poor girl alone bro 😭

finds himself laughing a lot that night because damn! his friends are funny, whether they try to be or not.

not really a party person, but chigiri actually had a lot of fun 🥰

NARUHAYA ASAHI:

also on the dancefloor! doesn’t really dance, per say, but he jumps up and down and does the fist pump thing 😭 he has the spirit, let's give him that.

drank a lot of soda, so he’s filled with energy. also pees in at least three of reo's bathrooms.

talks to his friends, but also makes new ones! also i feel like he takes a lot of pictures LOL. he needs the finsta content 😭

plays truth or dare, or something like that. ends up having to do some stupid shit like smack raichi’s ass and run away, but naruhaya did make out with the girl next to him, so fair trade, he thinks.

also ends up in the pool, but he’s playing chicken with gagamaru and some other people. does not win a single round, but he had fun 😇

leaves with like four plates of food and one of reo’s decorative towels for some reason???

GAGAMARU GIN:

goes through a bunch of reo's shit 😭 he's not taking anything, but he's just curious LOL

strikes up very, random conversations with a bunch of people out of nowhere, good for him!

weirdly good at darts, very good aim.

although one round, naruhaya accidentally distracted gagamaru and one of darts ended up in reo's wall 💔

“it's fine, he has the money to fix it,” naruhaya shrugs as he walks away from reo's now punctured, wall. so true bestie!

gagamaru somehow ends up giving some drunk stranger some “life-changing” advice. (whether it's good or not is debatable)

they thank gagamaru for changing their life and he never sees them again

NAGI SEISHIRO:

irritates the fuck out the dj because nagi keeps asking him to play one specific song over and over again.

it was good the first time, don't wear it out for the rest of us bae 😭

doesn't really dance, just nods his head, maybe raps along a little, too

when he talks to the girls that come up to him, nagi says stuff like “yeah, the host and i go way back, we’re best friends.”

“way back,” my ass, but whatever nagi 🤨

knocks out in one of reo’s guest rooms. someone finds him when they’re trying to look for the bathroom and they draw a mustache and a bunch of other stupid shit on him 😭

tries to leave before reo makes him help clean up in the morning. does not work 👍

dumbass also ended up losing his phone (reo bought him a new one so nagi doesn't really care)

RAICHI JINGO:

gasses himself up sooo much when he’s trying to hit on girls.

“yeah, i'm about to go D1 after high school, just wait on it,” yeah, okay raichi 🙄

also tries to show them his highlights, bye. babe, i mean this in the nicest possible way but, i do not care, can we just kiss 🙏

i feel like he’s one of those boys who likes to take his shirt off for no reason, so raichi most definitely ends up shirtless at some point of the night 😭

takes pictures with reo’s fancy cars in his garage to flex 💀 gets annoyed when reo says raichi can’t drive them. raichi doesn't even have his license 😑

plays pool and is actually not that bad. does almost accidentally blind isagi with his cue, though.

IMAMURA YUUDAI:

he's with some girls but, he’s a dummy and he didn’t know his other hoes would be there, so imamura had quite a few drinks spilled on him here and there.

still somehow leaves with like three new girls snaps, four numbers, and a bunch of lipstick stains. not even gonna lie, i respect his game.

actually a really good dancer, and he knows he looks good, too. knows the words to every drake song that comes on, argue with your mom.

lip-syncs the words to you when you dance together and it makes you more flustered than you would think 🙄

the type to pull you close and wraps his arms around your waist or around your neck

actually really fun to talk to. always in the loop with drama and stuff, so he's always got some interesting conversation topics. and he's funny 😭

MIKAGE REO:

obviously, the party’s at his house. what’s the point of having a rich teammate if you can’t exploit them for their possessions?

jokes, but reo did offer to throw it at his mansion house in the first place.

actually really likes throwing parties lmao, so he jumped at the opportunity.

posted on his snap, “party at my place su for address‼️” LOL

natural charm + raised with good manners = reo being an amazing host

but, reo does have a little group of girls following him around the entire night 👎

and it irritates the hell out of whoever reo’s trying to talk to because they’re all up on him, making it hard for reo to pay attention 😑

also doesn’t help that he entertains them and flirts back and dances with a couple of them, too

and looks good when he dances, too UGH!!!! he's the type to run his hands up and down your body while he dances with you 😣

i hate this man 👎 /j

ITOSHI RIN:

practicing. he didn’t come. sike! rin has a social life, too, come on now, y'all 🙄

talked a big game about how he wouldn’t show up then he still came anyways, like rin, what 😭??

super good at cup pong and he knows it. he keeps beating ryusei and if you look closely, rin has something reminiscent of a smirk on his face.

a foot-tapper, not a dancer, which sucks because he’s not even bad at dancing, either 👎

a couple of girls come up to rin to flirt, but rin doesn’t give them the time of day. no response or anything just a little side eye 😭

rin just talks to his friends and that’s it, really.

actually internally glad for the chance to kickback and relax for once, tbh.

but, he refuses to admit he had any semblance of fun. (he did, rin’s just a weenie 😒)

NIKO IKKI:

the team forced him to come 😭

niko’s already a homebody and he doesn’t like loud noises or large social scenes, so he wasn’t too jazzed about going somewhere where the both of those things combine.

also he's picky with music so LOL. does like that one remix to the pursuit of happiness, though

he’s a wall-stander, i hate to break it to y’all. just watched everything from a distance and didn't talk to anyone except for isagi and his friends.

bye, if you don’t get off the damn wall and dance (he'd dance with me i'm different 🥰🤗)

keeps opening and closing his phone so he looks busy but that mf is literally just going through the settings app 😭

called his mom to bring him home an hour and a half in 👎

NANASE NIJIROU:

i hate to admit it, but he’s the annoying first year that documents everything on snap bye

he’s just excited to be there but like, there is no reason for his story to be half an hour long.

i'm not watching all of that! sorry that happened to you or good for you 🤗

probably playing games like spin the bottle or seven minutes in heaven. is very proud of himself for kissing four people in one night #bigmoves 🥳

stays with his group of friends and they're sooo loud and rowdy LMAOO. #firstyearthings

you can literally hear them laughing over the music, but they're having fun, so it's fine (at least of those kids hits people when they laugh too)

also dances, too! has super good energy and a natural sense of rhythm surprisingly 🥰 also a good hypeman!!!!! honestly, he's just really fun to be around tbh

overall, has a lot of fun, as you can tell by his story 😇

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the-hidden-pages · 3 years

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Let Me Worship You: Part 1 - Zemo x Fem!Reader

The fact that this man is the one who dragged me out of my refusing-to-write-fanfiction grave and let me post old work while working on new stuff is...Impressive. Damn you Daniel Bruhl.

Synopsis: With all the horrible things you had heard of Baron Helmut Zemo, you hadn't anticipated just how badly he wished to win you over. To a further extent, you certainly hadn't anticipated how tempting it would be to give in.

No bad NSFW this chapter - this is the lead up to the main course.

You were not an Avenger.

Unsurprising, really, given what you perceived to be your lack of talent and marketable super-heroine prowess, and so when Bucky called you up asking for a favour, you were pleasantly surprised.

You had only met Bucky on the rare occasion he let you help him, often expressing that he viewed you as a worrywart, a particularly bad day of his leading to him accusing you of trying to be his mother. He later apologized, hearing your explanation that you wanted to help in any way you could, and since you didn't have a superhero serum or fancy suit or arm, you relied on what you could - your mind and your giving nature.

He must have remembered this conversation, because he brought you with him and Sam to what appeared to be an underground parking garage.

"What're you talking about, you wanna break Zemo out of jail? Where the hell are we Buck? Have you lost your mind?!" Sam was raving as you followed behind the two men, silent as you stew over what Bucky had told you.

Babysitting duty.

You were effectively on glorified babysitting duty of an incredibly dangerous criminal.

"James..." you hesitated when he discussed this with you, how could you not? "I don't know how useful I'll be here."

"Very," he countered, his voice dull while his eyes were pleading. "Sam’s an Avenger, I have the serum. But you, you're just a person. Zemo will be less likely to hurt and immediately betray you because of that fact alone."

"He's killed people who've been in his way before. Normal people."

"He won't kill you. I'll make sure of that."

A heavy sigh escapes you as Sam and Bucky continue to bicker about the logistics of breaking Zemo out.

"I don't like how casual you're being about this, it's unnatural - and - where are we man?"

"I wouldn't mind an answer to that too," you supply, but any answer is interrupted by the sound of a door unlocking.

The three of you turn to approaching footsteps, and find no one other than Helmut Zemo striding towards you, dressed in a prison guard's uniform.

Sam responds immediately, arguing to throw him back in jail, while Bucky tries to calm him down. But you can't help but stare at the man before you as he removes the cap on his head, arms raised in an attempt to calm the men down.

"If I may" his voice rasped, but he was stopped short by Sam and Bucky in unison.

"NO!"

Zemo nodded, looking away almost sheepishly. "Apologies," came the quiet response.

If it were any other situation, you would have laughed - those two had the dynamics of a married couple and they couldn't stand each other. And for them to completely shut down the killer in front of them was...incredibly funny.

But you had a job to do.

As the boys continued to bicker, you took slow steps forward towards the man now looking you up and down, trying to place your part in all of this.

"Don't mind them," you spoke quietly, not wanting to distract Sam and Bucky, but still intending to speak with the criminal. "They're having some troubles in paradise. You must be Zemo."

His eyes take you in, a small smirk beginning to form. "So I must. May I have the pleasure of your name, Liebling?"

You offer your name hesitantly, and he repeats it back to you, as though he were sampling what it might taste like.

"Beautiful name, thank you." He turns to face the two men still arguing, not noticing your introductions. "I really think I'm invaluable..."

"Shut up..." Sam warned, before turning back to Bucky, looking between him and you.

You nod reassuringly to him - this is necessary, if the super soldiers are to be dealt with.

A sharp sigh leaves Sam. "Okay. If we do this, you don't make a move without our permission. And she is watching you every step of the way."

Bucky interjects. "And if anything happens to her, you're going to wish we left you in that cell."

Zemo nods, looking to you once again. "Fair."

You tilt your head slightly, unable to read his eyes as they examine you. You brush it off, chalking it up to him appreciating not being thrown back into a cell immediately. "Okay Zemo. Where do we start?"

*************************************

Zemo wasn't sure of what to make of you, he realized as you were on the jet to Riga.

You weren't an Avenger, you weren't a soldier, super or otherwise. You seemed to just be a person, one constantly offering her help where she could, even when it was to her own detriment.

He also took note of how rarely your help was appreciated or reciprocated.

You would offer help any moment you could, carrying supplies, offering to fetch food, simply offering and ear to listen. You were quick to attempt to smooth over Sam and Bucky's disputes, and you would play along with the role Zemo would assign you without much question - anything to help, you would say.

You were kind, he noticed as well. Smart, and shrewd, and clearly with trust issues, but you were kind and polite. You spoke with him as much as you might Sam or Bucky, you offered him your trust under the promise he would aide you find the super soldier serum. With your kindness, he thought it might be easy to manipulate you, to slip away from the group, maybe even to ask you to join him.

But there was an issue with his theory, he quickly noticed - any attempt to woo you, attract you, win you...didn't seem to work.

He hadn't been at the task long, mind you, but he had hoped you would be impressed with the jacket, the Baron title, the jet, the offer of wine. Instead, you simply seemed uncomfortable. Come Madripoor, you were happy to play the part of eye candy to escape much attention, yet when he offered you to keep the stunning dress, shoes, and jewelry ensemble you simply waved it off, claiming that you'd reimburse him if he insisted on you keeping it. You were happy to dance near him, unable to hide your laughter at his moves, yet he offered you a drink and you promptly declined, claiming it unnecessary.

Zemo's brow furrows as he observes you, awake and quietly reading as Sam and Bucky both sleep on the flight.

"What's your motive, Liebling?" he questions, and you glance up from your page.

"Don't tell me the criminal doesn't trust me," you respond wryly, turning your gaze back.

"No, I don't mean like that," he shifts, leaning forward to continue to observe the woman that was his guard. "I wonder what keeps you going. Some are motivated by riches, and dreams. Others from spite and anger. What do you want from life, my dear? What causes you to wake up in the morning?"

You pause, looking up to search his eyes to see where this question was coming from. You weren't sure what game he was playing, and you weren't sure how to answer him either. You eventually look back down to your book, a small smile playing on your lips.

"Nothing wakes me up in the morning, given I rarely get to sleep most nights."

His brows furrowed as she goes back to her pages, eager for the conversation to end. Her difficulty doesn't seem to be that he's a criminal - she's spoken plenty freely to him, she agrees to his plans...

The difficulty, he begins to realize with a smile. Maybe he's beginning to see what the difficulty is after all.

*************************************

You weren't sure what to make of Zemo, you think as you lie awake at night in the Riga safe house.

This criminal coming out of nowhere, apparently being rich as hell, so far doing nothing to cause you to believe he would betray you (yes, Sam and Bucky were shocked by his killing of Nagel, but really? You weren't shocked) ...but what shocked you the most was how badly he seemed to want to win you over.

You could justify it, sure. You're supposed to be his guard, he's likely trying to get you to let your guard down so he can escape. Yet when he's so charismatic, the way he holds himself, that voice...

Your eyes snap open sharply.

You were attracted to Zemo.

The man you're meant to be watching.

No, you told yourself. You're just lonely, and he's the first man offering you attention in a long time. It doesn't matter that his eyes examining you makes you blush, that you want to run your fingers through his hair, that a quiet voice your head wished that he would kiss you when he pulled you aside with one arm, other hand aiming at a pipe in Madripoor to blow up some poor saps...

It's the heat of the situation, you told yourself. Your options are Sam, Bucky, and Zemo...

Trust you to pick the worst option.

But how could you not, your mind whispers. When he danced like a goofball in a club your heart warmed. When he sat, filled with confidence and righteousness in the jet, legs splayed enough that you could perch on your knees in front of him, worship him, pleasure him. When he left the bathroom this morning in that damned robe, the deep V drawing your eyes down his chest before you could help himself.

You groaned. Of all the thoughts to keep you awake, why did it have to be your assignment on your mind?

It was too hot, your mind was swimming, you knew sleep wouldn't come soon.

And so, you stood, wrapping your arms around your book and padding downstairs in a loose t-shirt and shorts. Zemo had said that you were welcome to whatever resided within the safe house, and you were ready to take up his offer and steal a cup of tea.

You weren't expecting to find anyone else still awake. And yet, you weren't fully surprised to find Zemo sitting in the kitchen, bottle of whiskey at his side, a glass in his hand. He looks up at the sound of your footsteps, a soft smile on his face.

"Good evening, Liebling."

"Zemo. Can't sleep?"

"Unfortunately, not." He leans backwards slightly, examining you. "Another sleepless night for you as well."

"So it would seem."

You take a seat across the counter from him, not wanting to sit too closely to the man you were just fantasizing about. You were good at keeping a straight face, but you wondered if you got too close if he'd somehow be able to smell it on you.

He pushed his bottle forward, cocking an eyebrow at you.

"Drink?"

Your finger caresses the binding of your book as you hesitate to find the words.

"Actually, I had come down to make myself a cup of tea, if you don't mind."

Zemo's eyes lit up slightly, and he stood, motioning for you to stay where you were. "Allow me."

"You don't have to-" you begin to protest, but he's quick to cut you off.

"Please, Liebling, let me spoil you."

The heat that washes over you is clearly visible, if his chuckle is any indicator.

Silence falls and you quietly open your book as Zemo busies himself over the tea. In mere minutes a steeping mug is delicately placed in front of you. You smile graciously and nod, though you falter slightly as he doesn't return to the other end of the counter - rather, sitting on a stool right beside you, inquisitive eyes not leaving your face.

"Can I help you with something, Baron?" you question, taking the tea and blowing on it to cool it down somewhat. His eyes follow your movements, before travelling to meet yours again.

You could drown in those eyes -

"Day after day you offer your help, sarcastically or not," he begins, leaning forward slightly as he rests his chin on his hand, examining you. "Who offers help to the helper?"

You take a sip of your tea, tilting you head. "I don't know what you mean."

"Your refusal of my gifts, your reluctance to let me even make you a cup of tea - at first I wondered if it was in distrust of me, Liebling -"

"Well, you have killed people."

He quirks an eyebrow, and you motion for him to finish.

"I realize now it's because you're uncomfortable being cared for. You spend so much time looking after everyone else, you give no one the opportunity to worship you as you deserve."

You choked a bit on your tea at that.

"I don't know that I deserve to be worshiped, I just...exist. And do what I can to help others."

Zemo leaned forward further, slowly, so as to not push you away in result. "We haven't been acquainted for long, my dear, but from all I've seen from you with Sam, with James, and with an undeserving man such as myself...the strength in your soul and the empathy in your heart...It alone rises you so far above the men and women placed on pedestals because of their supernatural abilities."

You lean forward to match, but your eyes have steeled over. "Your sweet words won't make me let you go, Zemo. I won't betray Sam and Bucky."

He didn't miss a beat. "I should be so lucky to be held captive by you for eternity, Liebling. I don't ask you to betray your friends on my behalf."

"Then what do you want from me, exactly?"

You should be very afraid. The man who singlehandedly tore apart the Avengers is staring at you as if you were a last meal, his knees touching yours, his hand finding its way to lightly perch on your arm.

You should be afraid.

Yet despite your better judgement, you aren't.

"I want you to tell me every one of your desires, so I might fulfill them. I want to see you stand tall in the finest clothes money can buy, to whisk you away to Paris, Vienna, Rome, every beautiful local this world has to offer, local that pale in comparison to the beauty in front of me. I want you to let me bring you tea, wine, food, chocolates, and anything else that might please you. I want you to relax against me, to feel the tension you've had all mission to wash away in the most luxurious bath of your life, while I wash your beautiful hair, while I taste every inch of you."

His voice had dropped to nearly a whisper, and you couldn't stop yourself from leaning forward more to hang off his every word. "I'm not a stupid man. I know it's only a matter of time before I'm back in a prison cell of some kind. And even if I weren't, you may not believe the sincerity of my words. But tonight, little bird, I want you to let me worship you."

Your eyes fluttered as his hand reached forward to cup your cheek, thumb caressing over your bottom lip. You had the strength to look him dead in the eye with one final warning.

"If this is a trick of any kind, Zemo, I won't hesitate to let Bucky rip you to shreds."

The laughter that leaves him fans over your face, drawing your eyes to his lips.

"I'd expect nothing less, Liebling."

His eyes still search your face. A gentleman, you realize. He's waiting for permission.

You lean forward to close the gap, slowly letting your mouth brush over his, tasting him for the first time, as your hand raises to card through the locks of hair in his face. Your body thrums with anticipation of what's to come, with the anxiety that this may be a dangerous move, with pure, undiluted arousal from his words.

Yet you break away gently, both hands cupping his face now as he looks at you, curious as to why you stopped, pleased that his initial seduction worked.

Your hands slowly travel down to his own, and you stand, backing towards the way you came when you first gave up on sleep for the night.

"Come on then. You want to show me what being spoiled is like?"

A grin curls its way onto his face as he spins you in his arms, twirling you so that your back is against his front, his arms around you, his breath hot in your ear.

"Little bird, I'll give you everything you crave and more."

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hello muppets happy wednesday!!!!!!! yeeha have a post woo

this is a request fill for angielxx on ao3 who requested cady and regina both telling janis they have feelings for her at the same time (ooh ah drama) and janis has to pick! i was given free reign to pick the end game ship. but unfortunately i couldn’t pick so. have. all of them.

i don’t think i need any trigger warnings for this one but please let me know if you find something i missed !!

enjoy :)

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“Hi.”

“Aah!” Janis yelps. “Fucking hell, Regina, don’t do that.”

“Sorry. I thought you heard me coming,” Regina replies sheepishly, massaging the back of her neck with her hand. “Um… can we talk?”

“This isn’t another apology, is it? I’ve had enough of those for a fucking lifetime.”

“Not this time,” Regina confirms. Janis nods and looks at her expectantly. “You want to talk here?”

“What’s wrong with here?”

“This is kind of personal,” Regina mumbles. “There’s people here.”

“Ugh,” Janis sighs. “Come on, then.”

Regina yelps as Janis grabs her wrist and hauls her off to the ladies’ room. Janis plops her bag on the shelf by the window and kicks every stall door open with her clunky boots to make sure they’re completely alone.

“Okay, we have, like, maybe two minutes before Damian comes crashing into here to see what I’m up to, so, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

“Um… uh…” Regina stutters. “You know what, never mind, have a good day-“

“Oh, hell no,” Janis replies, grabbing the strap of Regina’s designer bag and hauling her back into the room. “You said you had something to say, say it. Come on.”

“…Ihavefeelingsforyou.” Regina spits out hastily, wrapping her arms around herself for protection and refusing to look Janis in the eye.

“You what now?”

“I have feelings for you,” Regina repeats quietly, taking a protective step away.

“Like…”

“Yes, romantic ones,” Regina mumbles, flushing bright pink and turning away.

“I- wow,” Janis chuckles. “Um…”

“Look, I know you don’t feel the same, I just… I wanted to tell you, I’m sorry-“

“Whoa! Whoa, Regina,” Janis says hastily. “Um… how do… okay, look. I’m not upset you have feelings for me. I’ve definitely had them for you in the past. And I’m open to something between us. I think. I just… need some time. To process some stuff, you know?”

“I know,” Regina whispers with a nod. She sighs heavily, in a desperate attempt to work up the courage to speak again. “You-you’ll think about it?”

“I’ll think about it,” Janis confirms. “This isn’t necessarily a no. It’s just a… not yet, okay?”

“Okay,” Regina nods. The bell rings, echoing through speakers above their heads and making them both jump. “You should get to class.”

“You coming?” Janis asks as she grabs her bag and tugs it over one shoulder. She never wears it over both. It’s cute, but Regina is worried she’ll give herself scoliosis. She has her own back problems to deal with.

“I’ll… um… I’ll be there in a bit,” Regina says, trying to keep the tremble from her voice.

“You’ll be late.”

“When have I ever cared about that?”

“Fair point,” Janis chuckles, flashing one of her infuriatingly smug, yet adorable smirks. “Later, Gina.”

“Bye, Jan.” Regina replies weakly. She waits for the door to close before she practically collapses into the sink. “Fuck.”

Cady’s ‘stupid with love’ catchphrase makes much more sense, now.

—————

“Janis!”

“Hey, Cads,” Janis greets as her best friend comes running up to her. “Mathletes day?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” Cady says, sheepishly tugging on the hem of her blue polo. “Can I talk to you?”

“You’re not in love with me, too, are you?”

“How did- wait, what?! Too?!”

“Oh my god,” Janis sighs. “Come on.”

This cannot be happening, she thinks to herself as she hauls Cady by the hand to the art classroom. Both of them. In one day. Holy shit.

Luckily, the art room is vacant when they arrive. Janis kicks the door shut behind them and turns to face her friend. “Alright, what did you want to talk about?”

“You… kind of guessed it,” Cady replies sheepishly. “You remember how Aaron and I broke up a while ago?” Janis nods. “I ended it with him because I had feelings for someone else. And that someone else is… you.”

“Christ,” Janis mutters under her breath. “Okay, that’s… cool, um…”

“That’s ‘cool’?” Cady giggles. “Seriously?”

“I’m overwhelmed, shut up,” Janis huffs. “Okay, um… I’m not gonna lie and say I’ve never crushed on you. But I have a lot on my plate right now, and a lot to think about. I think I’d like something between us, I just… need to think about it first, okay?”

“Okay,” Cady nods. “As long as you’ll think about it. I understand.”

“Thanks, Caddy,” Janis grins. “I’ll see you in English.”

“You’re not coming to lunch?” Cady calls after her as Janis sets off down the hallway.

“Not today!” Janis yells back.

“Oh. Okay.”

Great, I’m stupid with love again.

—————-

Damian is halfway seated at their usual lunch table when he gets a series of texts from Janis.

gaylien: i need advice

gaylien: pls

gaylien: i’m by our tree

So, Damian pockets his phone once more and heads to the small wooded area behind the baseball fields. It’s quiet, and out of sight. They discovered it back in sophomore year as a place to hide whenever Janis had a panic attack.

He makes it to the tree they had carved their initials into that first day, and finds Janis lying facedown in the dirt. “That bad, huh?”

Janis just groans. Damian grabs the back of her shirt and hauls her up like a mama cat grabbing a kitten. Janis pouts as she’s sat upright and propped against the tree. “I liked it there.”

“You look dusty,” Damian replies, handing over some of his makeup wipes. Janis begrudgingly takes them and swipes the leftover dirt from her face. “Okay. On a scale of one to Les Mis, how dramatic is this?”

“Like… Wattpad story? Like a nine?” Janis shrugs.

“Oh, shit,” Damian says. He sits down across from her and unwraps his sandwich. “Tell Mama Damian your troubles.”

“Regina and Caddy are both in love with me.”

Damian chokes on his first bite. Janis helpfully scoots over and thumps him on the back. “Okay. Okay, okay, cool. Cool cool cool. How do we know this?”

“They both told me,” Janis mumbles. “Regina told me before first period, and Cady told me, like, ten minutes ago.”

“Okay,” Damian says again. “Um.”

“I know,” Janis groans. “The fuck do I do? I have to pick between them.”

“You don’t have to,” Damian says. “If you don’t feel anything, or don’t feel ready, nothing says you have to start dating either of them. They’d both want you to be happy.”

“I don’t know what I feel, anymore,” Janis sighs, massaging the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger. Damian gently pats her on the back. “I’ve had feelings for both of them in the past. And… I think I might, still. I just don’t know what those feelings are, anymore. Or who to pick.”

“Okay, well… I can’t tell you what your feelings are,” Damian begins. “That’s for you to work through alone, unfortunately. I know your heart, but not your mind.”

Janis chuckles, more a loud exhale than anything, and leans into him.

“But… in the event the feelings you have are romantic,” he continues. “Then you have a big decision to make. You’ve been through a lot with both of them. Shall we discuss?”

“I guess,” Janis sighs, crawling into his lap and resting her head on his shoulder.

“Okay. Let’s start with Regina,” Damian offers. Janis nods. “We both know the biggest con.” Janis laughs outright at that, and nods. “So, there’s that. But, she has apologized. She’s clearly changed and working to be a better person. Even Gretchen isn’t really scared of her anymore, and we both know that’s pretty major. You guys grew up together, you know each other. You have history together. And she’s, like, smoking hot.”

“That’s true,” Janis agrees quietly. “What about Caddy?”

“Little Slice is a different story,” Damian says gently. “She hurt you a lot, too. I haven’t seen you that torn up since eighth grade. She did a lot of bullshit stuff.” Janis nods. “But, again, she apologized, and is actively working to repair your relationship. She patched up our relationship with the Plastics, which we swore up and down the wall we’d never do. She fits with us, with you. She’s brilliant, and she could take care of you. You guys have… a lot of chemistry, if I do say so myself. And she’s so cute. You have a pretty major decision on your hands.”

Janis is quiet, tossing Damian’s words around in her mind like darts and seeing which ones stick. Damian watches and can practically see the gears turning behind her eyes.

“Can we just stay here for the rest of the day?” Janis asks eventually.

“Of course, Medium Slice.”

—————-

Janis gives herself a full day to think it over. She spends a significant amount of it facedown in the dirt again, but she swore Damian to secrecy.

After a fitful night’s sleep, she makes her decision.

—————

ending one- cadnis

“Hey, Caddy,” Janis greets. Cady whirls around with a significant quantity of banana muffin in her mouth. “Need a second?”

Cady nods and chews as fast as she can. Janis chuckles and grins at her affectionately. Cady finally swallows and gives her a shy smile. “Sorry. Did you want something?”

“Just to talk, it’s okay. How’s the muffin?”

“Really good! Do you want some?” Cady asks, offering Janis the other half. Janis skipped breakfast, but she never has to worry as long as Cady is around.

“Sure. Thanks, Cads,” she chuckles, pinching off a chunk and popping it in her mouth. Cady follows as they start walking to the art classroom.

“So what did you want to talk about?” Cady asks, hopping up onto a counter and tilting her head curiously.

“Yesterday,” Janis replies. Cady deflates a bit.

“Oh. That was quick.”

“Changed your mind?” Janis asks in concern.

“No! No,” Cady amends hastily. “Of course not. I’m just worried.”

“I am too, it’s okay,” Janis chuckles. “Um… I have feelings for you too. I have since we met. We just… went through a lot together, you know? And then you got with Aaron, and we got really close as friends. I didn’t want to ruin that, so I kind of… tamped it down, I guess. But now I know you like me too, I’m… so happy.”

“Oh,” Cady says quietly, sitting up a little straighter and giving the most beautiful, delighted smile Janis has ever seen. “You like me back?”

“Yeah,” Janis confirms, approaching Cady’s perch on the counter slowly. Cady doesn’t flinch, doesn’t move, just smiles at her as she makes her way over. “I like you a whole lot.”

“Well, that’s handy,” Cady grins, wrapping her arms around Janis’ shoulders. Janis’ hands come to rest on her waist. “Can I kiss you?”

“Hell yeah,” Janis purrs, pressing up a bit. Cady tips down, and sighs in relief and contentment as their lips brush gently for the first time.

Janis can’t keep a smile off her lips as she finally, finally gets to kiss the girl she’s been crushing on for a whole year. Cady’s lips are so soft, and pliant beneath hers. She can faintly taste the watermelon chapstick Cady still uses, a holdover from her Plastic days, and smell the enchanting combination of cherries and rosewater perfume that swirl close around her. Janis can’t get enough.

Cady squeaks in surprise as Janis tugs her a bit closer, but shifts her grip to twine a hand into Janis’ hair and hold her shoulder with the other.

“What are you so smiley about?” she whispers against Janis’ lips when they finally have to break apart to breathe.

“Oh, I’m not allowed to be happy I have the cutest little redhead in my arms?” Janis retorts jokingly, pressing back up for another peck. “And she just so happens to be really good at kissing?”

Cady giggles and rests her forehead against Janis’. “You’re such a dork.”

“So are you, nerd,” Janis retaliates. She can see the corners of Cady’s eyes wrinkle as she gives another of her precious little smiles.

It’s quiet for a long moment, as they stare into each others’ eyes, and relish in the new connection between them.

Eventually, Cady pipes up again. “Jay?”

“Mm?”

“Yesterday,” Cady says quietly. “Before… before I told you. You said, ‘You’re not in love with me too.’ Who were you talking about?”

“Regina,” Janis sighs. “I’ll… have to tell her about this, at some point.”

“Are you sure?” Cady asks quietly. Her eyes dim slightly, and Janis can tell she’s putting on a brave face. “If she likes you, too, then… maybe you should be with her. She could take better care of you than I could.”

“But I don’t like her,” Janis says. “In that way. I thought about it, a lot. I had a crush on her back in middle school, but… after everything that happened between us, my feelings changed. I know she’s a better person now, and I’m honestly kind of into being her friend again. But anything romantic between us just… couldn’t happen. We’ve been through too much shit.”

“I see,” Cady nods. “If you’re sure you want me.”

“I have never been more sure of anything in my life, Caddy,” Janis purrs against her lips. Cady kisses her again, slow and sweet, before pulling back once more.

“Are we girlfriends now?”

“That certainly works for me,” Janis nods. “Come on, my brilliant girlfriend, we have a class to get to.”

Cady grins as Janis scoops her off the counter and carries her to the door, holding her hand all the way to French.

—————

ending two- rejanis

“Hey,” Janis greets quietly, walking up to the Plastics’ table at lunch. “Can we talk, Gina?”

Regina looks at her friends in terror, and only stands when they both nod frantically and point to Janis looming over her shoulder. Janis helpfully picks up her bag for her and leads them to the courtyard.

“What did you want to talk about?” Regina asks quietly, rubbing her arms in a ditch attempt to keep out the cold.

“Us,” Janis responds in the same tone. “Yesterday. I… I thought it over.”

“And?”

“And I want you,” Janis murmurs. “I’ve missed you, Ginny. I’ve missed us. I’ve always felt something for you. That… that never changed. Never left. I don’t know that it ever will.”

“After everything I did to you?” Regina asks sheepishly. “You still… you still want this? Want me?”

“After everything, how could I not?” Janis replies. “We grew up together, G. I’m not gonna lie and say I’m not still hurt by what happened. But this, this version of you is who I became friends with when we were little. Who I fell in love with. You’re back, Regina. I’ve wanted this for years. And now it’s… now it’s finally happening. I’ve never been happier.”

“Oh,” Regina says quietly. “I’ve always wanted you too, Jan. I’ll… I’ve regretted what-what happened between us since I did it. I’ve been in love with you for years. I’m so, so sorry.”

“Hey,” Janis says gently, cupping Regina’s cheeks in her callused hands. “I said no more apologies. We have a lot to work through. But let’s do it together, okay?”

Regina nods. “Okay. I wanna kiss you.”

“Be my guest,” Janis purrs, pulling Regina closer. Regina meets her halfway and winds her arms around Janis’ waist. Janis feels her grip her jacket like a lifeline, like Regina is a balloon that could float away to the heavens at any moment and Janis is the only thing keeping her tethered to earth.

Regina smells like coconut, and some expensive perfume Janis can’t put her finger on. And god, her lips. The only thing Janis can taste is home. She’s finally home.

“Okay, the heels aren’t gonna work,” Janis pants when they break apart with a gasp for breath. “You’re too tall.”

“You could wear them too,” Regina purrs, leaving a teasing peck against her lips. “We’re probably still the same size.”

“You are not turning me Plastic again,” Janis hums. “Nice to know you’re still cunning as ever.”

“I’ve been this way since we met, you said you were happy I’m back,” Regina teases. Janis kisses her again.

“I am. I haven’t been this happy since… since last time we were this close,” she whispers.

“I haven’t either,” Regina agrees softly. “So… what do you say to getting out of here and spending the rest of the day catching up?”

“I’d say that sounds tits,” Janis replies. “Let me just tell… oh.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Cady,” Janis sighs. “She… um… she has a thing for me, too. I’ll have to tell her about us, at some point. Sooner rather than later.”

“Oh,” Regina says sadly. “Are you sure you really want this, then?”

“What? Of course I do.”

“I’ve seen how you are with her,” Regina says gently. “Maybe she’d be better for you. She hasn’t hurt you the way I have. You’d have a fresh start with her.”

“I don’t want one,” Janis replies. “I like our history. I like what we’ve experienced together. You get me in a way she never could. And she’s like my sister, anyway, it’d just be… odd, with her. I don’t see her that way anymore. She’s just a good friend.”

“But-“

“Regina,” Janis says definitively. “I want this. Want us. I wouldn’t lie to you, and I wouldn’t lead you on if I didn’t want this. You know me, that’s the whole point. I don’t do that kind of shit. I have you, I want you. I want this. I wanna be with you, as long as you’ll have me.”

Regina nods, and reaches to lace their fingers together. Janis takes her hand with a fond smile as their hands are back in their same old familiar position.

“Our usual place?” Janis asks quietly as she leads them to the student parking lot. Regina looks at her with a wide, genuine smile. Janis doesn’t think anybody has seen that smile in years.

“Only if I can pay for our milkshake,” Regina replies, swinging their arms back and forth.

“As you wish,” Janis chuckles. “Come on.”

—————-

ending three- cadina

“I dunno how to tell them,” Janis mumbles anxiously as Damian leads her through the doors to the building. “I don’t wanna disappoint them.”

“Janjan, they both want you to be happy. They’ll understand,” Damian comforts. “Now’s your chance, it would seem.”

“Fuck,” Janis sighs. Cady is rooting through her locker for her morning books. Damian shoves Janis towards her with a final ‘comforting’ pat. “Uh… hey, Cads.”

“Oh, hi, Janis,” Cady greets brightly. It fades when she sees the look on her face. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Janis breathes. “I’m fine. Um…” she looks around to make sure nobody is listening before she breaks the news. “I thought about what we talked about yesterday. A lot. And I’m… I’m just not ready, I’m sorry.”

“Janis, hey,” Cady says gently. “I understand. If I’m being honest, I never expected you to feel the same, anyway. I just… I didn’t want to keep something like that from you. You deserved to know. Can we still be friends?”

“Yeah,” Janis nods, giving her a relieved smile. “Definitely. Thanks, Caddy.”

“Anytime. I’ll see you later,” Cady replies, closing her locker and heading down the hall.

Janis doesn’t clock that she’s going the wrong way until half an hour later. She’s too busy trying to hunt for Regina .

She finds her in the restroom, touching up her already flawless makeup. They lock eyes in the mirror when Janis strolls over behind her.

“Hello,” Regina greets with a slight chuckle, swiping on one last coat of mascara and turning around. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing, I’m fine. I just was wondering if we could… maybe talk. About yesterday.”

Regina’s eyes widen in understanding. “Yeah, absolutely. Um… I’d check if we’re alone, but I still can’t bend over. My back, and everything.”

“Gotcha,” Janis nods, bending down to peek under all the stall doors. “We’re good.”

“Damian’s not coming to your rescue this time?”

“Nah, he already knows,” Janis replies with a shake of her head. “Uh… anyway…” Regina looks at her expectantly. “Look, I’m sorry. I just… everything with us now is still so new, I’m not ready for anything between us yet. I’m down to be friends again, but I don’t think I’m ready for any kind of romantic… stuff. With anyone, it’s not just you.”

“I understand, Janis,” Regina says gently. “I’m glad we’re friends again, too. I never expected you to like me back in the first place.”

“Caddy said the same thing,” Janis hums. She freezes suddenly as her eyes go wide. “Forget I said that.”

“I didn’t hear a thing,” Regina nods. “Well, I guess I’ll… see you around.”

Janis nods. “Later.”

“Later, Jan,” Regina chuckles, grabbing her bag off the revolting floor and pushing the door open.

She lied, she had heard a thing. And now she has to find Cady.

——-

“There you are,” she says when she finally finds her, lying spread eagle in the middle of the football field. Cady yelps quietly and looks around.

“Oh. Hey, Regina,” she sighs.

“Hey,” Regina replies, easing herself down to the itchy astroturf next to her friend. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have math?”

“Yeah,” Cady replies quietly. “I just don’t have the nerve for it today.”

“Cady Heron doesn’t want to do math? What has the world come to?” Regina asks with exaggerated shock. Cady rolls her eyes, but giggles. “What are you really doing out here?”

“Thinking,” Cady sighs, watching the puffy clouds float over their heads.

“Care to enlighten me?” Regina replies gently, nudging her with an elbow. She already knows, but Cady doesn’t need to know that.

Cady takes a deep breath before she begins. “I told Janis I had a crush on her. And she doesn’t feel the same. I didn’t expect her to, we’re such good friends, and we went through so much. She wouldn’t want to mess with that or risk something else happening. But it’s still… kind of disheartening, you know?”

“I do know,” Regina agrees softly. “I’m going through the exact same thing.”

“You are?!” Cady asks in shock, sitting upright to look at her. “I’m sorry, Gina.”

“It’s not like you had anything to do with it, Cady,” Regina replies with a sardonic chuckle. “Janis and I went through a lot, too. And, recently anyway, our friendship is pretty new. She doesn’t want to risk anything with me either.”

Cady nods and lays back down. It’s quiet for a long moment, both of them just resting side by side on the ground and watching the clouds pass. “That’s not all I was thinking about.”

“Oh?”

Cady shakes her head. “I was out here trying to work out how to tell you, next.”

“What?!”

“I have feelings for you, too,” Cady says shyly. “I meant to tell you yesterday, but I lost my nerve after I told Janis. And I understand you don’t like me back, I just… I wanted to let you know.”

Regina rolls onto her side to face her. “Who says I don’t like you back?”

“Wait, what?”

“I never said I don’t feel the same,” Regina chuckles. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you, too. I knew nothing would happen between Janis and I, but… telling both of you at the same time was too much for me, even still.”

“Oh,” Cady breathes. She rolls onto her side as well, but doesn’t look Regina in the eye. “You really like me back?”

“Yeah, Cades,” Regina agrees. “How could I not? Even after everything last year, you still visited me in the hospital more than my own mom even did. You got me and Janis to be friends again, I didn’t even think that would be possible after everything I did. You’ve got a lot of… zazz, to you. And you’re, like, super cute.”

“Oh,” Cady says again. Regina can see the gears turning in her mind as she tries to process this. “Oh.”

“Did I break you?”

“No! I’m fine,” Cady says hastily, finally looking Regina in the eye. “More than fine. I just… me? You want me? Have you seen you? You could do so much better.”

“Better than the cutest little redheaded dork in the whole school?” Regina scoffs. “No way.”

“I’m cute?” Cady asks shyly. Regina laughs, full and genuine. The corners of Cady’s lips tick up just a bit.

“Yeah, Cady, you’re cute.”

“Can I kiss you?” Cady asks, seeming more confident with every passing second.

“There’s the Cady I know,” Regina purrs, inching just that little bit closer. Cady meets her halfway, resting a gentle hand; faintly callused but so, so soft against her cheek and pulling their lips to one another.

Regina gasps faintly when they finally make contact, because holy shit it’s finally happening. The girl of her dreams is in her arms, likes her back, and they’re kissing. Cady hums happily under her breath and presses closer. Regina breaks away for a split second when she feels Cady smile.

“What are you so happy about?”

“You’re, like, really hot,” Cady gasps, trying to get her breath back. “And powerful, and sweet. And you’re kissing me and I don’t know how to handle that yet.”

“You think I’m sweet?” Regina asks, suddenly the shy one.

“Yeah,” Cady hums affectionately. “I like getting to know you. The real you. Once you let people in, you’re… so incredible. You’re protective, and fierce, but so patient and gentle at the same time. And you have the most beautiful smile, when you do it for real. You remind me of my lions.”

“Your lions had nice smiles?”

“No, goofy,” Cady scoffs, rolling her eyes but kissing Regina again. “You know what I mean. I just… feel safe, with you. Like I can be me. I don’t feel that with many people.”

“You’re the first person I’ve been able to let in in a long time,” Regina agrees softly. “You want to take this further, too?”

“Yeah,” Cady agrees immediately. “Of course I do. Can we be girlfriends?”

“Mmm,” Regina hums, pretending to think about it. “I think that sounds doable. Now kiss me again.”

“Bossy,” Cady snorts, but she does lean in again. Regina releases a quiet, content noise when their lips brush together yet again, and Cady finds herself echoing it involuntarily. It just feels right, to be in this position. Neither of them can quite put their finger on why.

—-

They stay that way, cuddled and kissing on the frigid turf, until lunchtime. Janis gets a relieved, knowing smile when they walk into the cafeteria hand in hand with lip gloss smeared around their lips.

It all worked out, after all.

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