#i’ve been too busy to do much of anything lately and for that i apologise. i’d like to start it up again soon though

[alphasesh]

Wait, the other left? What happened?

eh, nothing much happened, the person who originally created the blog (mark) just wasn’t interested in fandom or social media any more and left the blog and server to be run by other people

#there wasn’t any drama or anything just normal boring life circumstances #mod zero #server has a new admin too #i was never officially handed control of the blog but yknow. my city now. kept the queue going while i figure out what to do with it #i’ve been too busy to do much of anything lately and for that i apologise. i’d like to start it up again soon though

[disneyprincemuke]

you can't spell lonesome without me * fem!driver

everyone and everything she's ever loved seems to be slipping away from her grasp and she doesn't know how to stop it

pairings: sebastian vettel x fem!driver, logan sargeant x fem!driver, mick schumacher x fem!driver, oscar piastri x fem!driver, liam lawson x fem!driver

notes: hi! matt and rocky angst comes after this so hehe gl with this guyz hope u enjoy it because it actually took 20 years of my life tryna write this LOL

(series masterlist) | (📂 2025: fall from grace)

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sebastian keeps telling her that it’s not her fault; to look at the bigger picture to get some perspective. but she doesn’t quite understand why the bigger picture has to have liam in it — frankly, who cares if liam’s qualified 15th and she ended up behind him? that’s not the point.

the point is she finds herself at another weekend where she couldn’t deliver results.

she hasn’t spoken much since she crawled out of her car after getting knocked out in the first round of qualifying. and she appreciates that matt hasn’t forced anything out of her just yet.

she’d stormed out of her garage and tried to get through all her interviews as gracefully as she could. but how could she ignore her results when, week after week, the questions and criticisms are the same?

it’s slowly getting harder and harder to keep her feet on the ground when things are slowly coming undone around her.

and she can’t thank matt enough for letting her cancel their plans without another word. she’d simply uttered that she just wanted to be locked away in their hotel room and he agreed without prodding too much.

she steps out of her racing home, taken aback by the 4 other bodies of her friends that are riddled by the porch, all on their phones. she tilts her head as she holds the door in her hands. “what are you guys doing here?”

logan is the first to look up, furrowed eyebrows and lips pursed in what she can only assume to be out of annoyance. “what do you mean? we’re heading out for ice cream tonight.”

she glances at matt next to her, who’s already looking at her as he awaits her response. she sighs as she looks back at her friends. “i’m sorry, mate,” she apologises, shaking her head. she weaves herself out of matt’s grasp and takes a step forward. “i’m not feeling great tonight.”

“what?” oscar whines, lifting his head from his phone with a slight frown. “is it a fever? are you alright?”

“i’m alright.” she smiles very slightly, picking on her arm as she forces another lie to her lips. “we can go tomorrow after the race, but just not tonight, i think. i’m sorry.”

liam furrows his eyebrows with a loud sigh. “is it because of qualifying?” he grins when she looks over at him. “if it’s any consolation, i’m not happy about it either, mate.”

she laughs softly. “yeah, it sucks.”

“i can’t do tomorrow. my flight’s right after the race,” mick frowns with a sigh. “i’m meeting laila for a bit before the next race weekend.”

“oh,” logan hums, turning away from mick to look at her. “we can go just us, right?”

“i can’t either,” oscar hisses, his frown growing. “i’m flying back home for an event that lily has. she needs me there.”

“ah,” she grins with a nod. she looks at logan. “we don’t have to get ice cream this weekend. it’s okay.”

logan raises an eyebrow. “you’re sure?”

she nods. “i’m sure.”

“it feels like it’s been so difficult to get a grasp of you lately. have you gotten too famous for me?”

she turns around with her head tilted, lips puckered as she takes a sip out of the pepsi can in her arms. “oh, hi max!”

“hi!” max perks up at her smile. “i’ve barely spoken to you since the second race. how are you?”

she sucks in a deep breath as she looks around the busy paddocks, people turning their heads at her and max, and some cowering away immediately when she catches their eye. she looks back at max with a frank smile. “good.”

he lifts an eyebrow. “really?”

she knows that talking to someone would probably ease her mind with all her thoughts. it might even calm her down to a certain degree.

and she almost does.

but she doesn’t. instead, she says, “of course. i feel great, even.”

“well,” max puts a hand on her shoulder, prompting her to snap her head up to look at him, “take my advice, mate. don’t be too hard on yourself.”

but the question still begs: how exactly does she not do that?

there’s a slight scowl on her face as she looks up at the podium. her arms are folded over her chest as the australian national anthem blasts from the speakers.

her best friends have made it on the podium this season — without her. while it’s not totally unheard of that she misses out on the share of glory, it’s never usually her on the receiving end of this torment.

at least not as of late.

to oscar’s left is logan clad in blue, and to his right is mick in the mercedes suit. it’s almost annoying.

there’s an itch in her brain and a smidge of resentment starting to grow in her chest. it’s wrong to feel this way — she knows it is — because these are her friends achieving big things in their sport. but is it so wrong that she’s starting to feel a little jealous?

just a little bit. just a little. just a touch.

maybe if she sleeps this off and wakes up tomorrow, all remnants of resentment would somehow no longer exist.

she shouldn’t feel this way, no. it’s not right. she forces a smile to her face, waving halfheartedly at oscar when he catches her eye. he pumps his fist into the air and waves his trophy in the air.

next to her is lily with her phone up, pictures and videos taken. and of course, ylona’s next to her, waving excitedly at logan as she points at her phone to get him to pose for a picture.

she presses her lips together, annoyance growing in her gut as her airways start to close in on itself. it’s just so hard to breathe especially with everyone pressed up against her. she’s still sweaty from the race, her hair is sticking against her forehead and her race suit starts to feel just slightly restricting.

she huffs softly, hooking a finger into the neckline of her fireproofs.

but everything feels like it’s burning.

“excuse me,” she mutters, dropping her head low as she pushes herself through the crowd. she ignores the way lily and ylona call after her in confusion.

she heaves when she manages to rid herself of the crowd, hands on her knees as she struggles to catch her breath. she catches max’s eye right by parc ferme, engaged in a conversation with charles.

she sees the way he perks up in concern at her but chooses to ignore it. she just picks herself up and heads to the media pen to do her interviews.

the feeling will eventually leave.

she looks around the ice cream parlour, slouched slightly with her hands pressed between the cushion of the seat and her thighs. in retrospect, it felt like coming out after media day would have been the ideal time to come out and indulge in ice cream.

but now that she’s sat here, stuck between liam and mick in a booth, it seems that she has made a mistake.

“what are you having, rocky?” logan asks, tapping the table in front of her to catch her attention. “rocky road with extra marshmallows still? or do you feel like vanilla ice cream today?”

with the way her stomach has been churning recently, any form of chocolate makes her feel sick. she shakes her head. “maybe just a lemon sorbet if they have that available.”

an audible gasp comes from either side of her. she throws her head back and looks between them. liam has the back of his hand pressed up against her forehead, mick’s tilted his head with furrowed eyebrows and logan’s staring down at her with parted lips.

“what are you guys doing?” she asks mellowly, swatting their hands away from her. “don’t touch me.”

“sorbet?” liam scowls, pointing a finger at her. “is everything okay? you’re like sorbets’ number one hater.”

she raises her eyebrows and chews on the inside of her cheeks. “am i?”

“yes,” logan emphasises. “you literally told me off one time for having sorbet during our ice cream dates. you and oscar wouldn’t let me live it down for weeks!”

she blinks at him. “you got a raspberry sorbet, so you had that coming.”

“no!” logan shrieks. “sorbet? really? what’s wrong with you? is everything okay? you always say sorbets are inferior to ice cream.”

she nods hesitantly. she vaguely remembers the one time that she’d gone on a drunk tangent about sorbet not being ice cream. to which she can say that she understands logan’s argument. “well, i’m not really feeling ice cream today.”

mick hums, making her turn her head to look at him. “if it’s just this one time, i guess we can excuse the behaviour.”

she hears logan humming, eyes still narrowed down into a glare. “just this one time, rocky. i’ll give you a chance.”

“great, thanks. i was worried you’d bully me into having ice cream tonight.”

“keep up the sarcasm and i’ll actually force you.”

she flinches when she opens the door to her driver’s room, only to find it occupied. she blinks. “seriously, you’ve got to stop taking advantage of seb.”

“we missed you,” oscar grins, comfortably lying in her bean bag, tapping away on his phone. “and you weren’t answering our texts in the group chat.”

she looks over at matt and points at her friends. “really? you let them in?”

the green-eyed boy shrugs, lips pressed together. “4 versus 1 argument — remember that.”

there’s nothing that she wanted all day but to come back to a peaceful and silent driver’s room. she’d wanted to simply sit with matt in silence before she had to get up and drag her feet to a conference room and come up with diplomatic answers on the spot.

she just needed a couple of hours to herself to think and recuperate. to get herself in a better headspace after these past couple of races.

“where are we heading for ice cream tonight?” logan raises an eyebrow, not sparing her a look as he continues to tap away on his phone.

“ice cream,” she mutters, trailing off as she blinks. “oh, my god.”

she shakes her head, her palm pressed against her forehead. amidst everything that’s been in her head, she’d completely forgotten to research an ice cream parlour for them to visit tonight.

oscar chuckles. “you’ve forgotten, haven’t you?”

“yes,” she answers, somewhat apologetically. “i’m so sorry. and i’m busy today, i don’t have the time. can either of you find a place?”

but there’s a different answer that she hopes they would choose instead of the standard answer that they’d give her.

she finds them wanting to say nevermind; that they’ll just not grab ice cream together.

to her dismay, that’s not what mick says. “oo, can i choose?”

“give it a while, kid.”

“i don’t have a while!” she shrieks, looking around at her mobile car, cars passing her from the track. she can practically hear the comments and see the headlines once she steps out of the car when the race finishes. “tell them to fucking get it together! what the fuck is going on?”

she’s looking around wide-eyed, desperate to meet anyone’s eye for an explanation. the longer she stays parked in the pit, for what was supposed to be a pit stop, the less threshold she has to stay in the race.

“this is absolutely insane, seb. i was in p5 before this shit show.”

“rocky,” he hears her sigh into her ears, “just be patient.”

she dug her foot into the acceleration when the sign flipped to the bright green colour. adrenaline pumps through her veins as she convinces herself that her car will be good enough to put her back into a good spot.

that she’s good enough to put herself in a position where she’s no longer on the receiving end of harsh words this weekend.

above all else, she needs to prove to herself that she hasn’t lost her touch as a driver.

“you’re currently in p9.”

“what the hell happened during that pit?” she complains, the urge to roll her eyes growing stronger. “that was so fucked up, seb! you know what– it isn’t. it’s absolutely fucking unacceptable.”

“i know, rocky,” seb answers calmly, clearing his intonation to ensure that the young girl hears him. and actually listens because it doesn’t seem like she’s absorbing much of what he says. “we’ll debrief later after the race, okay? just focus on making the most out of the weekend.”

she grunts. “fine, whatever.”

“ice cream tonight?” logan pops up next to her, grinning when she lifts her head from her intense gaze on her shoe. “found a spot?”

she sighs, blinking. “no. i forgot.”

logan takes a spot next to her on the couch, furrowing his eyebrows. “you forgot again?”

“yeah,” she huffs as she looks away to avoid his gaze. “sorry.”

truth is that she didn’t look for one on purpose. she just simply doesn’t feel like heading out with them tonight.

she just waits for the time that oscar and logan will let her be. perhaps the stupid ice cream tradition needed to be abolished altogether. just seems like a waste of time.

“no worries,” logan grins, patting her head gently. “you’ve had a long couple of race weekends past you. i’ll look for one, okay?”

she breathes out shakily, smiling halfheartedly. “okay, thank you.”

she finds herself dreading the ice cream date with her friends. she trails behind the group with small steps, watching her feet with every step as she formulates a way to escape her obligations.

she clears her throat and lifts her head. “um.”

“she’s spoken,” oscar jokes, grabbing logan’s arms — previously hitting him — and turns back to grin at her. “the curse must have been broken.”

“someone found the unmute button on the remote!” logan giggles, scrunching his nose. “what’s up, rocky?”

liam hums with a smile. “your girlfriend remembered she has friends!” he looks over at matt and nods. “good for her.”

“i’m like,” she trails off, biting down on her lip as she forces another lie out, “totally not feeling great. i’m on my period and i’m kind of lightheaded. is it alright if i sit this one out?”

“aw, bub,” matt coos, shoving liam off of him, arms extended as he approaches her. he tilts his head and furrows his eyebrows. “you’re on your period?”

she looks up at matt, wide-eyed as she slowly nods. “just got it before we left my room.”

which is a lie.

“aw, does that mean matt’s not coming with us?” mick frowns, furrowing his eyebrows. “i haven’t spent time with him forever, that’s so unfair.”

she shakes her head, flashing mick a small grin. “no, it totally doesn’t mean that. he can go with you guys — i just wanna head back to the hotel and take a nap, really. i’ll be okay on my own.”

matt hums. “i’ll go with you.”

“you should go with them,” she laughs, grabbing his arm with a small nod. “i’ll text you when i’m back, i promise. i’ll be okay — i just need to take a nap, i reckon.”

logan furrows his eyebrows and his smile drops at her insistence. “i can walk you back to the hotel if you want.”

she shakes her head. “i’ll be okay. you guys have fun, okay?”

she kneels on her beanbag, lips pressed together as she looks out of the tiny window of her driver’s room. right by the porch of her racing home are her friends gathered, laughing and having a good time as they awaited her arrival.

“bub,” matt sighs. “are you sure you don’t wanna come with us?”

she turns around with a small smile, scrunching her nose. “i’ll be okay, bub. i’m just not really feeling like heading to the club tonight.”

he walks over to her, slumping his shoulders as she leans into his body for a hug. “at least let me stay with you? i don’t like you being alone when i’m around. i’m sure we can come up with some silly excuse that they won’t giggle at like 12-year-olds.”

“you have to go,” she hums, pulling her head back to look up at him, “it’s logan’s race win — just go in my place, please? tell him i’m really sorry i can’t be there.”

he hums, cupping her cheek. she leans into his touch with a soft sigh and her eyes fluttering close. “you should tell him that yourself. you owe him that much; he’s your best friend.”

she shakes her head, her hand coming up to rest above the hand that’s on her face. “i can’t,” she chokes, tears filling her eyes, “you know how i feel about this. just do this one for me, bub.”

“fine,” he sighs, hunching over to press his lips to her forehead. “but you can’t keep avoiding logan and oscar and throwing me out there to face them. they miss you, you know?”

she can hear logan’s laugh in the air mixed with ylona’s. she grins slightly, “i’m sure they’ve got better things to care about other than me.”

“don’t even say that,” he pulls away, “text me when you get back to the hotel, okay? i love you.”

she scratches the back of her head roughly, nails digging into her scalp as she holds her helmet in her hands.

she mutters under her breath as she tears everything off from her body: her balaclava, her gloves, the earpiece. everything’s not right, everything’s not going her way and that’s unfair.

nobody’s worked as hard as she has to be where she is right now is all that goes in her head. it’s unfair that she’s getting the brunt of the criticism when it came to andretti’s performance on the grid this year.

she doesn’t see liam getting decimated by the masses, and she clearly doesn’t see it on sebastian or her team principal or mechanics for not producing a car to get results in a weekend.

she’s qualified at the very back of the grid this time — p19. just imagine what everyone will have to say; what everyone will zoom into just to have something to say about her driving.

it’s always her skills, never the fact that the car is simply shit.

“rocky,” she hears sebastian sigh behind her. “let’s talk.”

she shakes her head, clenching her jaw as she heads towards the exit of her garage. she doesn’t bother turning around to look at him. “just fuck off.”

the one thing she wishes to stop coming by is sebastian’s excuses for the team. it’s the same thing over and over again. it’s unfair that she’s the one getting fucked over by the media.

it’s not fair.

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[lilystyles]

old friends.

part one of the no strings attached series by @lilystyles

no strings attached masterlist & main masterlist xxx

authors note i’m aussie so i have no idea what england/london (where this fic is set) is actually like. so if i get it wrong i apologise i’ve never been there! also, i know harry didn’t go to uni and became famous way younger than in this fic but for the sake of the plot pls ignore that! and gif credits to the original owner as always. make sure to follow if you want to see part two!

brief description harry and y/n are old friends who reunite and quickly pick right back up where they left off. new tensions arise and a deal is struck up.

warnings! mentions of sex, smut (m! receiving, dry humping, kissing, fingering), swearing, alcohol abuse and overall just a mature read. 5kish words (i didn't mean to make it this long whoops enjoy)

inexperienced!virgin!reader x fwb!harry

* * * * *

Maybe getting with him wasn’t the best idea. Y/n could admit that. 

She knew getting involved with one of her oldest friends and messing with the friend group dynamic was a dangerous game, they’d all been mates for years, and she had taken it into account before they struck up the deal. But there was just something about Harry that she couldn’t help but be drawn to. 

She’d known him since her they were kids. They’d grown up together from the awkward stages all the way up to now. He was this successful rockstar who the world simply adored, and she had always known he’d do something great with himself ever since she’d been old enough to comprehend the idea itself. She was studying still at university in a degree she loved. They had made it in this world! So far from their small village where they had dreamed up their futures. If only the two children could see them now. 

Though they were never best friends when they were younger they had always ran in the same circle and saw a lot of each other for as long as Y/n could remember it. It was only during University that they had become close friends. They had even been roommates for a year there. They both only knew each other then so it made sense for them to be together a lot.

Even through all those years, nothing had ever been more than platonic between them. Sure, Y/n had known he was handsome, and overall a lovely person but she knew that he was her friend more importantly. She valued that. She loved her friends, all of them. 

She’ll admit that there had been moments where she’d briefly thought of Harry in that way. Usually, when they were out drinking and he’d take care of her, only a few times when they were roommates and they shared late nights talking on the couch, but overall she kept it at bay. Knowing that friendship was more important to her than almost anything.

Not to mention Harry was a very loved man, he’d had many girlfriends in the years Y/n had known him. They had never particularly warmed to her, especially when they were roommates they all despised her. Honestly though, back then they had nothing to worry about. Y/n was too scared to try anything. 

But there was always some sort of tension there. Y/n never understood it really, not until a good friend of the both of them, James, said that it was just the way Harry treated her. He called her pet names, was constantly affectionate towards her (especially drunk), loved to make her laugh, and during Uni they were inseparable. When his fame skyrocketed she saw much less of him, understandably, and she got busy with her studies.

When he came home for a break from touring and showed up at the group’s Christmas party he saw her for the first time in about two years. They had drifted but not in the sense that it was awkward, more so that it was like when they saw each other it was like not a moment had passed. She smiled widely and stood up from the couch surprised to see him in there in front of her and not just splashed on a billboard. 

She was still Y/n, but she was older. She wasn’t in a baggy old shirt with her eyes glued to a computer typing away. She was here in a tight red jumper that showed a sliver of skin and a tattoo by her hip that he had never known about, with these jeans that hugged her perfect body. Her cheeks were just as rosy as before, her eyes just as doe-like, lips just as sweet only covered in a red gloss. She was still Y/n, but Harry felt like he was back in primary school when he’d pulled on her pigtail. She was fucking gorgeous and their history made it even better. He knew her well, so well. That would never change.

Even having not seen or heard from each other properly for nearly two years he instantly made his way to her and pulled her into a tight hug. His ring-covered hands were on the exposed skin of her lower back, as she giggled into his chest happily in a welcome surprise. 

His deep voice rumbled. “Hi, stranger.”

“Haz,” She sighed. It’d been a long time since he’d heard that nickname. She pulled back to look at him; he was just as beautiful as before, more tattooed, more glamorous but still the beautiful boy she remembered.

“Hi.” She said softly, eyelashes fluttering.

Nothing happened that night, not then. They just talked until the sun rose, catching up it was like no time had passed. He was still as charming and funny and she was still as coy and kind. 

New Year’s Eve was the next time they saw each other after reuniting. He found Y/n sadly sitting on the balcony of their friend Daisy’s apartment. She was in this little silver disco-ball dress with tall boots, a cigarette in her mouth. He’d been ordered by the others to find her. It was freezing out here.

“What are you doing out here, Love?”

She turned and he could see the glassy wash of her eyes. She looked so pretty, even when she cried. 

“Nothing.” She replied, shoulders slumped over.

“Missing the fun inside. Aren’t you cold, Babe?” His hand stroked her bare shoulder softly. He felt the goosebumps, and the warmth of his hand was welcome.

She shrugged. “I’m fine, H.”

“What’s got a gorgeous girl like you frownin’, hmm?” He knew why. Daisy had told him. The guy she had been dating recently had stood her up, without so much as a text. She’d checked his Instagram story to see he was off somewhere else with some other woman. It wasn’t that serious and after the Christmas party, she had questioned if she was even truly attracted to him. No one made her laugh like Harry, or feel so special. He made anyone feel like they were special.

“Harry?”

“Y/n?” He replied. 

“Be honest, I need a male opinion.” He walked towards her taking off his leather jacket to put on her body, she smiled up at him. Grateful for the warmth, the smell was comforting and suddenly it was years ago. The first time they went to a New Year’s party during University. Deja vu.

“Y/n, how do you wear such tiny clothes in this weather!” Exclaimed Harry. He was rugged up in a big brown wool coat, and a crimson scarf bundled around his neck, his jumper was this old led zeppelin one that Y/n loved on him. His pants were old flared jeans and he had some loafers on. 

Y/n looked up at him, they were on the balcony of an apartment complex. It was a few minutes until the countdown then it would be 2014. “Fashion is pain, Haz. C’mon. I look great don’t I?” She gestured down to her red dress which was a similar shade to his scarf. She had a tiny shawl over her shoulders but other than that she wasn’t prepared for the snowy evening.

“I can’t argue there but you are the biggest baby when you get sick, I can’t have you catching a cold.” He shrugged off his big coat and wrapped her up in it. It smelled of him; mint, cigarettes and a spicy woodsy smell.

“Says the one who I had to spoonfeed!”

“Oh shoosh. Now I need your advice about Mia she’s been eyeing me up all night….” 

“Of course, I owe you, you helped so much with my girl problems in uni.” He seemed to be thinking of that night too.

“Is…” She sighed and looked away from him to stare off at the city lights. The smell of his jacket was just like the wool one, the comforting mood was still there. “Is a girl- a girl being inexperienced…in bed…pathetic?”

He frowned, confused. “No of course not. A lot of people like to wait or don’t want to be with someone who doesn’t care, and that’s okay. It’s not pathetic at all.” Harry had a few drinks that night so he didn’t connect the dots straight away at what Y/n was saying.

“I’ve heard differently.” And she had, her experience with boys was sad.

He frowned before his eyes widened. He was honestly surprised. “Wait, Y/n, is this- is this about you?”

“Please don’t look at me like that, Harry I already feel pathetic enough.” She covered her face with her hands.

He got closer to her. “You are far from pathetic, Lovie.”

“You don’t understand. Anyway, you’ve had loads of sex your Harry Styles for god’s sake!”

“Y/n, define inexperienced,” He sat beside her, knee pressing into hers. 

She winced. “I’ve only ever kissed people, ‘never gone further than that. Never even had a boyfriend, you know that.”

Harry smiled, endearingly. She hadn’t changed, he felt like he was back in first year of university when she was complaining about how no guys asked her out. “So?”

“So the reason my date didn’t show up was because I told him I was a virgin yesterday.” It clicked now, the cold wind must have been sobering him up.

“He’s a total wanker. You are not pathetic by any means because of that. And anyway, virginity is a social construct to control and devalue women!” He said, angry at this guy who he’d never even met. It was like when one of the lads on the rugby team made a bet to get in her pants in their second year of university. 

He’d never been so angry.

“Really?” She said looking up with a frown.

He grabbed her hand giving it a tight squeeze, the metal of his rings cold against her warm hand. 

“Promise! It’s actually attractive in a way—” He was cut off by the door slamming open.

“Hey guys it's one minute till midnight!” Said Penny interrupting their moment, she rushed back inside again to hide from the cold. Motioning for them to join the rest of them inside. 

They could both hear the chanting inside. Neither made a move to go inside.

“10! 9! 8!”

Harry looked at Y/n, and she smiled gently at him leaning close to him. He tucked a strand of her hair back behind her ear.

“What happened to your date anyway?” She asked shifting the topic. 

He shrugged, to be honest, he didn’t know or care. Y/n had been on his mind the whole damn night.  “I think she went home.”

“5! 4! 3!”

“Oh.” She said, looks like they both had no luck this year.

“Can I kiss you?”

That caught her off guard, but she nodded when she heard the cheers for Happy New Year inside, remembering. “For luck, right?”

To be honest he’d forgotten it was New Year’s. When the final count happened he leaned forward and kissed her, it lasted longer than it should have between two friends. But they were too drunk to care.

When they pulled apart fireworks shot off in the sky. They watched in silence still close to each other, warmth radiating. They were in their own little world.

Y/n looked up at him when the fireworks stopped, a special look in her eyes. Mischief and drunkenness. 

“Do you want to come over to mine? I’ve moved since the last time you saw me…”

He smirked, a glint in his eye. “Let’s go.”

When they arrived at Y/n’s new flat Harry paid the cabby wishing him a happy new year. She was still wrapped in his leather coat as she waited for him impatiently on the path. She grabbed his hand to guide the way when the taxi drove away. She was on the third floor.

It was this old London apartment. Beautiful and in a really nice area. 

“You friends with everyone in the building? I wouldn’t be surprised, you are certainly a charmer.” He jested as they sat in the lift on the way up. Harry knew how she had a habit of chatting with everyone. When they lived together she made the entire floor gingerbread and Christmas cards. 

“Oh shut up, you’re the real charmer of us both. Girls scream when they see you walking down the street!” She pulled him inside. Taking off her scarf and boots before turning on one of the lamps. It gave a orange glow to the room.

“You know I don’t mind when girls scream.” He teased.

This made Y/n blush. He noticed and giggled at her pinching her cheek. 

“Oh, leave me alone.” She pouted peeling the coat off.

They took their coats off and hung them on the rack. Y/n showed him around the flat quickly. It was a vast improvement from her old place. Her old place was this shoe box, it was also in a really scary area which always worried Harry when they were friends. He helped her move in before he went on his first tour. She couldn’t afford anywhere as nice as this before. She’d kept a lot of her old stuff. It was certainly her place and if someone brought him here and he had to guess who it belonged to, he’d say her. 

First, he saw the living room. It had this great big red 70s leather couch with knitted rugs on top and a gorgeous original fireplace. He was surprised to see a photograph of the pair of them on the mantle above it. He walked over, they were probably 15 in the photograph. It was beside a few other old ones.

“Look how cute you look, Love.” He lifted it up and pointed at her face.

She groaned. “Are you serious? Look at my hair there! Was not doing me any favours at all.”

He turned to face her his hand finding her hair. “I’ve always loved your hair.”

Y/n kissed his cheek in response, it was more flirty and sloppy than she had intended. He kissed hers back. 

Then there was a moment where they just stared.

Until softly she spoke, “Harry?”

“Yeah, Babe?” 

“D’you wanna have sex with me?”

He was startled, his hand was still in her hair thumb on her jaw. “Do you?”

She flinched stepping away. “Sorry, that was stupid of me. But seriously you’re hot and funny, and I trust you more than any other guy, I mean who could be better for this? I’m drunk and your drunk, we can just say it was a one-night stand and carry on being friends, can’t we? Call it a drunken fling? A favour even.”

“Y/n—”

She was rambling now. “Oh no! You think I’m pathetic, don’t you? Begging you for sex? Jesus, what am I thinking? Look, let’s just blame the tequila and go to sle—”

He leaned forward interrupting her with a kiss to shut her up for a second. She froze momentarily until she decided to kiss him back, his hands slid down her dress as he pulled her closer to him. Her hands found his chest and the kiss began to deepen.

Only when Y/n had started to feel lightheaded did he pull away. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers grazing her warm cheeks. “Are you sure you want this?”

Y/n nodded. “Do you want to? Don’t feel pressured, H.”

“Of course I do. You’ve been my wet dream since we were in high school.” She giggled and flung forward pushing him back onto the couch.

“I am?”

Her hands found their way to his jumper and took it off him and he grunted in some form of agreement. She moved from his lips to his neck kissing down the column of it. Sucking on the adam’s apple gently, he sighed as his hands moved to the tops of her thighs. He was totally content right now.

For the first time in a while he was the calm one and she this was raw hungry energy.

“Why haven’t we done this sooner?” He rasped moving her hips against his thigh, she whimpered at the contact. His jean-covered leg had the perfect amount of friction against her thin underwear. She may have been a virgin but that didn’t mean she hadn’t fantasised a lot about this. If anything that only made it worse.

“I don’t- ah- dunno.” She sighed into his ear.

He felt a throb in his pants. It felt like a dream, a filthy one. One he’d probably had before. The number of nights he’d masturbated to something like this was too many to count. Y/n’s tits were at eye level as she humped on his leg needily and he thought he might just cum right then and there.

Her dress was hiked up to her hips and he could see the flash of pink lace, when he leaned forward to kiss her exposed chest he saw the hint of a red bra. 

She stopped for a second hands moving from his hair to his chest. “Can I touch you, H?”

“‘Course you can. Be good f’me and touch me.” She slid off him, her clit throbbing at his voice. All deep, rough, and dreamy.

On her knees, she placed a hand on either thigh gently rubbing them. Staring at the large bulge in his pants she grew nervous. The dim lighting of the living room meant it was hard for him to see her entire face but he could see her eyes widen at how large he was. 

“You okay there, Lovie?”

She placed her small hand on it, “‘M perfectly fine, Harold.”

His chuckle quickly turned into a choked moan when she palmed him roughly. She looked up at him for approval to keep going. “Yes,” He said, head thrown back on the couch.

She unzipped his jeans revealing black briefs which she’d seen him wander around in when they lived together. He liked to be free of clothes at home. But she had never seen him fully naked before.

She slid her warm hand in there, Harry hissed when she wrapped her hand around his throbbing cock, he felt so sensitive to her touch. 

“You sure you want to do this, Angel?” She could feel how much he wanted her. He was throbbing and heavy in her hand. His body was begging for her but spoke softly with no pressure. 

“Harry, please, I really want to.” She sighed staring up at him, feeling the weight of him heavy on her hand.

This had to be a dream. He thought. She was literally on her knees begging for his cock in her mouth. Big e/c eyes looking up at his face. 

“Needy,” He teased knowing he was probably worse right now. “touch me.”

She didn’t care if she seemed needy the feelings she was having right now were too much, she pulled him out and it sprung up hitting his bare stomach. Her thighs clenched and Harry noticed, smirking.

“Jesus Christ, Harry.” She said in disbelief, hands itching to touch him, “No wonder you always act so cocky,”

He laughed throwing his head back. “You sure you want to keep going?”

“Yes, but can you..” Suddenly she had gotten all shy again, like on the balcony. Embarrassed as if she hadn’t been humping his leg moments ago and whining in his ear for him to make her come.

“Don’t get all shy on me now, baby. Say what’s on your mind.”

“Can you…” She paused again.

“Can I what?”

“Can you show me what to do? Tell me. I mean I want you t’feel good, but I’ll probably be really bad at it. I’ve never done this.”

His hand touched her cheek, thumb stroking her face. “Whatever you do I’m sure I’ll love it, I’ll tell you if I don’t like it. Just try, m’not going to judge. Don’t worry, I’m just your old friend Harry.”

“Just Harry.” She confirmed, easing the anxiety in her stomach a bit.

“Good girl.” He praised gently and she leaned forward kissing the pink tip of cock. He let out a hitched breath. 

“You okay?” She asked.

He looked at her confused. “I didn’t ask if this was okay with you. Do you want this?”

“Y/n it’s more than okay.” He replied breathlessly at the sight. “I’m so fuckin’ horny for you right now.” He laughed lightly as if this was a normal thing to do with an old friend. Like it was just a catch-up. 

That was all the confirmation she needed before spat on the head and began to stroke him with her hand, the natural lubrication making it easier to go fast. She really only knew stuff from porn. Which was always just intense and messy deepthroating. She wondered if Harry wanted her to be like that. But honestly, she wasn’t sure she could take all of him her mouth. He was just so big. 

He was moaning quietly as she kept a steady rhythm. One of his hands was squeezing the couch tightly and the other was holding her free hand that touch his knee. It felt so good. 

When she leaned forward and licked a long strip along the length of him, he groaned running a hand through his messy hair. “So good Y/n,” 

Y/n loved how vocal he was with her, it eased her worries about being bad. It made her wetter than she could imagine.

When she began to actually suck him he went feral. His hands move into her hair holding it from her face, he had to stop himself from moving his hips up and fucking her mouth. He knew he needed to be gentle right now, but it was feeling too good to believe. 

“Jesus Christ, Y/n, you’re too good at that.”

He was moaning every second and every time he let out a particularly pleasured noise Y/n made sure to do it again. Harry opened his eyes and looked down at the sight below him, Y/n’s dainty red-painted hand was stroking the part she couldn’t fit in her mouth and every now and then cupping his balls, her tongue was lapping up every inch of precum that dripped out of him. Kissing his thighs and cock whenever she came up for air. Her red lipstick was smudged and her eyes watering. 

Her legs were clenched together and every time he moaned she got wetter for him, she could feel it dripping down her thigh, she was aching to be touched and honestly, this would be something she would masturbate to later. 

She was steadily jerking and squeezing him just the right and even amount, as she grinned wickedly up at him.

“You sure you’ve never done this?” He said, whimpering when she licked up another drip of precum.

She laughed. Harry had to say she was better than he thought, not because he thought it would be bad. Simply because most people make the mistake of being too rough and using teeth or being too soft and slow. Y/n was perfect and attentive, she’d learnt in mere minutes how to get him absolutely fucked. He could hardly keep his eyes open. 

She began sucking again this time going a bit further, testing her limits. When her nose felt the tickle of hair on his lower navel, she came back up breathing heavily and repeated it a few more times. Harry was moaning even louder now.

“‘M close,” He gestured for her to stop so that he’d finish on his stomach, but she didn’t stop, she went a bit faster. He somehow felt even closer to cumming when she didn’t move, meaning she wanted him to cum in her mouth, just the thought was enough to drive him over the edge. She did a mix of everything she’d been doing and Harry was getting louder and louder each second. It took everything in him not to thrust up and push her head down. 

It was the eye contact that got him to finish. She looked up with absolute adoration in her eyes, enjoying her view of his heaving chest, and he couldn’t help himself.

When Y/n felt the hot spurts of his cum fall down her throat, his hips jutted in pleasure. He hadn’t been able to control it. He cried out, “Y/n, fuck!”

When she finally pulled away cum dribbled down her chin and she quickly swiped it on her thumb, holding eye contact as she sucked it. “Mm.” She said. 

He felt limp and breathless. “C’mere,” He said and grabbed her. Her knees ached but she didn’t care, knowing they’d be bruised tomorrow. He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her, she was surprised by that. She’d heard from friends that a lot of guys really hated to kiss after a blowjob but Harry had not one single care.

“Your fuckin’ perfect, Y/n.” He said flipping them over as he kissed down her chest. “Can I touch you now, please?”

She nodded.

He stopped looking up, “Words, baby,”

“Yes. Of course, you can.” She said. “Get me out of this please,” She gestured to the dress and he obliged happily, throwing it across the room and nipping at her skin. Kissing every stretch mark, scar and mole. God, she was just perfect. 

“You are so beautiful, Y/n. And that mouth,” His thumb touched the bottom lip.

She blushed. “Oh, shoosh.”

“I’ve never cum so hard in my life y’know, I mean it.”

She giggled. “Really?”

“Yes, now accept the compliment and let me help you out.” He almost ordered and she obeyed. 

He sucked on her neck, nipping at it as she hissed, he soothed her by swiping his tongue back over that spot. Her hands were scratching his back as he moved down to her lacey undies. A pink bow stared back at him. 

He touched the waistband fiddling with the bow. “Cute.”

“Thanks, H.” She replied, trying not to shy away. 

“He’s an idiot.” Harry muttered mostly to himself, Y/n frowned confusedly. 

Her hand moved from his back to his hair, gently touching him. “What?”

“That wanker who stood y’up, I mean fuckin’ hell, did you do all this for him? Got all sexy n’ wear these jus’ f’him do that ta’ ya’?” His words were slurring more, he was so drunk on her and tired from his orgasm.

She sighed, “It’s for you,” she whispered. If the flat wasn’t dead silent he might’ve missed it. 

“Say that again.” 

She looked down at him. “I- It’s stupid, Harry, forget it.”

He moved away from her soaking underwear. “No, tell me.”

She shut her eyes, knowing how stubborn he was, and that didn’t change even in the bedroom. “I did it for you. It’s always for you.”

“All this for lil’ ol’ me?” He teased her loving how shy she got even after what she’d just done to him. “Beginnin’ to think you only want to fuck me.” He bit the waistband of her underwear and she couldn’t take it anymore.

He knew that wasn’t true but he loved to see her roll her eyes. 

She whined, “Harry, please.”

“Please what?” He looked up at her. His green eyes were mostly just pupil now. 

She tugged his hair, “I need you to do something, please, just help me,”

“Shh, Love, I know.” He took the underwear off and saw the mess between her legs. Another thing he’d be jerking off to later, her inner thighs were soaked and she was dripping. His middle finger slid up the lips collecting the messy slick. 

“For me?”

She sighed, with a shiver. “Only you.”

He began to rub her clit at that comment, feeling her throb against him. She was whimpering and moaning softly and it was just how he imagined but even better. Her hands tugged his brown locks and he moved a hand to her mouth. Holding up two fingers, ring and middle, against her lips. 

“Suck please.” He said softly. He didn’t think they’d need it considering there was a damp spot underneath her already, he just liked to watch her do it. 

When they were wet enough he pulled them back out and slid one inside her dripping hole. She cried out, 

“Shit.”

He pumped slowly, letting her grow used to the sting. “Yours are so much bigger than mine.” She whined desperately. 

He began to pick up the pace when her hips moved against his hand and slowly added the second finger when he felt she was ready. When she began to squirm from the pleasure he used his other hand to hold her hips flat and he kissed her stomach every now and then.

Offering words of encouragement. “Yes, that’s it, you can take it.”

When she began to grow closer he could tell by the way she clenched around his fingers. 

She whimpered when he gave a rough circle on her clit. “Fuck me Harry, feels so good.”

He started to go deeper and harder, feeling her drip onto him. “So perfect like this. Takin' m' fingers.” 

He was taking mental pictures so he would never forget her face. All fucked out and filled with pleasure. When he curled his fingers inside her, grazing that spongey spot that made her scream and curl her toes, she moved a hand to his wrist not stopping him just in a warning.

“M’ close, H.”

He smirked. “Cum for me, Baby.” His other hand found her clit and sped up the process. It was seconds later that she felt it come on, a wave washing over her entire body. 

“Fuck! I’m coming!” She cried body twitching and squirming wildly as he helped her through it. 

“Harry!” She screamed, and he felt her squirt all over his hand as she finished. 

Once he finished helping her ride it out he stopped, slowly pulling his hand away and looking up at her. Her eyes were shut and she looked completely ruined. He was happy with that, it meant he’d done his job.

“You okay?”

She opened her eyes. “I didn’t know I could ever feel that good.” She said seriously and he smiled. 

“Was m’pleasure, Love.”

When she sat up, she noticed how wet his hand was and the dampness beneath before her eyes widened in embarrassment. “Oh, I’m sorry that’s embarrassing I didn’t mean to—”

“Embarrassing? Please Y/n I nearly came my pants. You’re so fucking hot. Look at you. Delicious.” 

She kissed him pulling him close too shy to say anything more.

“Do you want to stay the night?” She asked when she pulled away. He nodded and they, still kind of drunk, made their way to her bed stripping off the rest of their clothes and flopping into bed. 

He grabbed her and pulled her into his chest. “Happy New Year, Babe.”

“Happy New year.”

The following morning Y/n woke up alone in her bed. Her head thumped angrily punishing her for last night. She began to wonder if it was all a drunken fever dream but when she got up to wash her face she saw the hickey he’d left her on her neck, and she saw that the bathroom was slightly damp, meaning he’d had a shower before leaving. 

She tried not to feel hurt at him leaving without a goodbye but she did remember saying last night that it would be just a one-time thing as friends. She didn’t know what she expected really. She had a quick shower washing the night off, she was sticky and smelt of sex. 

When she got out she wandered into her kitchen in just a towel sluggishly, bent over to see the contents of her fridge all she had was off milk and a leftover Chinese takeaway container. She was hungry. She sighed, knowing she’d have to go out and buy food. When she turned she jumped letting out a small shout. 

Harry was sitting at the table with some coffee and pastries, he’d scared the shit out of her.

“Jesus! How long were you there?”

“The whole time, waited for you to notice me. I got us some food and coffee, didn’t want to wake you. You looked so peaceful.”

She suddenly felt subconscious in just this small towel, in the daylight. Her eye bags were probably heavy and she doubted she looked pretty. He noticed her squirm.

“I hope you don’t mind that I used your shower.”

She shook her head memories flooding back from last night. She felt embarrassed. “‘Course not.”

“I’m gonna change I’ll be right back.” Before he could say anything else she’d left. 

When she came back in a knitted jumper and some red boxer shorts she’d bought for sleep, he smiled up at her. “I got your favourite, well, I hope it’s still your favourite anyway.”

He’d even gone to the effort to put it on a little china plate. It was a custard danish pastry. She smiled butterflies flooding her tummy, she placed her hand there without noticing before she turned to him. 

“You didn’t have to do all this, H. I know that it was just a drunken thing we did. You don’t have to be so nice to me. I understand how these things go.”

She remembered the times she’d have to pretend Harry was out when all he’d done is hide in her room until the girls from the night before left their flat. 

He looked up, slightly hurt by that. Did she really think that of him? “You’re my oldest friend, I wouldn’t do that.”

She frowned before sitting beside him and grabbing the coffee he’d brought. “Things won’t change, right? We are still Y/n and Harry, aren’t we?”

He placed a hand on her thigh. “Of course, always, bun.”

She smiled up at him taking a bite of her pastry, some custard falling down her chin. Harry got a flash of last night of her moaning his name and he wondered if what he said was true. Would he be able to move on from this?

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[wonderingpanda]

Hallooo!

May I request reader catching the bayboys staring at them? Lovesick, maybe?

I just love the Eugene staring at Rapunzle scene.

Lovesick Stares

Hi! Sorry for not posting in so long, I’ve been really busy the past month. I also want to apologise, there was another Bayverse request in my inbox but I must of accidentally deleted it since I can’t find it anymore. If the person who sent me it wants to re-request it feel free to do so. Now, I decided to not really do headcanons for this one but I wouldn’t call them oneshots either. They’re more like mini-scenarios. Anyway, with that all out the way please enjoy.

Leonardo

I was just in the lair sharpening my katanas when I noticed Y/N sit down next to me. “Mikey becoming too much for you?” “Nah, I’m just tired and don’t feel like skateboarding right now.” They pulled out their phone and began doing something on it but I couldn’t see what. I decided to just focus on my blades since I was losing concentration. After a moment or two I heard the sweet sound of Y/N laughing and turned to see them smiling at some video. I couldn’t help but let my gaze linger for a moment, they were so pretty and calm I couldn’t look away. Y/N must of realised that I had stopped sharpening my swords since they looked over to me curiously. I immediately fixed my eyes on something away from them but I knew it was too late and I’d already been caught. “You do realise you’re staring at mouldy pizza right?” Yup, caught red handed. “Well I mean mouldy pizza can be interesting. Anything can hold a story. You never know this pizza could’ve been through amazing things, lived an incredible life.” “Ah yes an incredible life of slowly dying on a sewer floor.” We laughed together for a moment before Y/N decided to lie their head on my arm and smiled with their eyes glued to their phone. “You know if want to stare at me you can. I do it to you all the time.” “Heh, thanks… wait what?”

Raphael

I swear sometimes my brothers piss me off too much! It was late in the evening and I was beating up a punching bag to let out my rage. I was so focused on hitting the thing that I didn’t realise Y/N had walked in. They leaned against the wall and just looked at me. I stopped what I was doing and turned to face them. “What is it?” “I was just waiting for you to finish up.” “Why? You want to use it?” “I’d appreciate it.” I smirked and stepped aside as Y/N walked up to the punching bag, this was going to be interesting. I was surprised when they began to land pretty tough punches on it. “Wow, who got you so riled up?” They leaned back and rolled their shoulders. “Just an annoying co-worker, don’t worry about it.” They then threw their jacket onto the floor and continued to beat up the punching bag. As they went at it I kept wanting to look at them, their face and arms, eyes, lips… I shook my head and blinked a bit when I saw Y/N staring right back at me. “Is there something you want to tell me or…?” “Uh I think I hear Donnie calling me, I gotta go.” With that, I ran off. All I could do was hope they didn’t read too much into it.

Donatello

I thought it would just be another long night in the lab. I had been spending the night working on a few adjustments to my computers. Some of them were glitching and one had stopped working completely so I was trying to fix them up asap. I figured I’d be alone the whole night since everyone seemed to have already gone to bed but I was proven wrong when I felt a tap on my shoulder. “Agh! Oh Y/N, it’s just you. Wait, Y/N! What are you doing here this late?” “Well I was spending the night studying alone but I got bored, and knowing you I knew you’d still be up and awake in your lab.” “I suppose that makes sense.” I slid my chair to the side slightly and gestured for them to grab the free one I had sitting in the corner. They pulled the chair up next to me and sat down. “Oh, and apologies for not knocking. You didn’t answer before and when I peeked through you seemed so involved in your work that I didn’t want to disturb you too much.” “Not a problem. So, were you wanting to study or join me in my computer repairs.” “I figured I could just study while you do your thing, I was just desperate for some company.” “Understandable. I’ll just get back to this and feel free to ask me if you need any help with your studies.” “Of course. Thank you Donnie.” I grabbed a few of my tools and got back to work as Y/N began researching stuff on their laptop, looking through books and writing notes down. I looked over to them and noticed the way their face scrunched up at certain things, how they seemed so hyper focused on whatever they were typing. They were simply a sight to behold. My thoughts were cut short when Y/N sent me a curious smile. “What?” I figured I must have been staring and gave an awkward laugh, looking away to the computer I was currently fidgeting with. “Nothing.” Soon enough I heard the sound of books closing and felt a heavy weight slump onto my shoulder. “I know I should be heading home right now but I think it’ll be ok if I’m a little late to class tomorrow.” “Goodnight, sleeping beauty.” “Night, turtle boy.”

Michelangelo

I was bored, and I mean really bored. Nothing was happening! Leo and Raph were training together and Donnie was locked up in his lab again. April was busy with Casey, Master Splinter was meditating. I was so close to giving up on everything when a voice filled the air. “Oh guys! Guess what I brought?” I snapped my head around only to find my gorgeous Y/N standing happily with a stack of pizza boxes in their hands. I ran over to them but before I could grab a box they pulled the pizza away from me. “Uh excuse me! You’ll be waiting for your brothers before laying a hand on this pizza.” “Ugh! But everyone else is already busy. I’ll just take a few boxes and be on my way, pretty please?” They gave me a deadpanned look. “Mmm no.” “Well then…” I stepped back and readied myself. “I’ll just have to take it by force.” I lunged at Y/N picking them up and pulling the pizza out of their grasp. “Mikey, put me down!” “Mmm no” “Michelangelo Hamato I swear to god!” They proceeded to grab my face and get close enough to the point their nose touched my snout. “If you don’t put me down safely and hand over that pizza this instant I will beat you up with your own weapons, understood?” I wanted to make some sort of witty comeback but as I looked into their eyes I found myself at a loss for words. I knew they couldn’t really beat me and they knew it too but the determined look on their face was so adorable I wanted to just let them. After a little while I felt something hard flick my forehead. “Ow! What!?” “You zoned out dummy.” “Hey I’m not a dummy! You’re the dummy.” “You sure?” “Uh huh.” “Turn around.” I twisted my head to the side and noticed that all the pizza was gone! I looked back to Y/N only to be met with a fist to the face. But to see their cute face up close it was totally worth it.

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[finniestoncrane]

Your One True Nemesis

Chapter 39: also on AO3 Masterlist Here Arkham!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 1.5k am i going to cry because this is almost over? maybe lmao💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: some angst, but mostly ambiguous feelings

“My dear, will you please join me in the workshop?”

Eddie’s voice rang out through the hall. Loud, but not sharp. Oddly soft. And there was no hint of sarcasm, no patronising tone, to the pet name he offered you. This alone was enough to make you suspicious, sending pangs of cold, chilling fear through your body as you worried what might be in store for you. That was your default as of late. Things had been difficult since the orphanage, and you had settled comfortably on that being all your fault. And now, anytime you spoke to Eddie, anytime he needed to speak to you, your first thought was always negative, jumping to fearful conclusions that had you so on edge that you were finding yourself exhausted constantly, strung high and forever tetchy.

As you walked into the workroom, he turned to you, his face coloured by an expression you hadn’t seen often in him, making it difficult to recognise. Confusion? Lack of understanding? Lost without an answer. Unlike him. But, despite looking as though he had no idea what he was doing or what he was going to say, he spoke anyway. Very much like him. 

“I would like to assuage some… concerns I think you might have been having. Some that I shared until I spent the night dedicating my immense and spectacular brain power to this little conundrum.”

He paused, expecting you to roll your eyes at his ego, but you were staring, unblinking, waiting patiently and focused for his next words.

“As you will know, I have been incredibly busy this past few weeks. I apologise for that, and I apologise for not involving you as much in my work. I felt that you needed a rest, or deserved a rest, or… it doesn’t matter. This work… I’m intending on it being a surprise. For everyone, but mostly for you.”

Your mouth twisted into a confused look, at least that part of your worries could be filed away for now. It had been a while since he had asked anything of you, and to know it wasn’t out of anger or disappointment, or, god forbid, him practising living without you, you could feel the knots in your stomach easing slightly.

“For some time, I’ve been working on a project. One I couldn’t involve you in, even as my assistant. As a trusted party, as a friend. Or more than a friend.”

There was a struggle behind the words, as though he were worried about how they would come out. Scared he might commit to too much, to overstep a boundary neither of you had placed by calling you something more. 

“I don’t want you to be hurt.”

Your heart thudded, deep in your chest. Like it had fallen from your throat to the bottom of your rib cage. It knocked you back, the feeling, the knowledge that he cared enough to leave you out of something dangerous. To stop you from doing what was still your job just to make sure nothing bad happened to you. But you were still nervous, still speechless, and unable to speak before he started talking again.

“I think this is why I find it difficult to express my intentions for the future. Because I do have plans, but…”

He gestured around the room, at his failed plans, broken creations, settling his fingertips on old and new scars that covered his body.

“... Completely asinine to plan ahead when you’re… someone like me.”

You hated how right he was. The future, especially to an unreformed criminal, was always blurred, never quite there. Never manageable or predictable, no matter how much they would like it to be. No matter how smart they were. 

Eddie’s hand on your shoulder pulled you from your thoughts, your eyes settling on his as he focused intensely on you.

“I hate for this to be rushed, but Halloween is fast approaching and I have it on good authority that we will be rather busy come the big night. So I need you to know now that I will require you to be at this exact address at this specific time. Tomorrow night, the furthest tunnel, 9pm. Can you do that?”

You chose to ignore the tone, his question sounding very familiar to the sarcastic ones he would ask you when you first began to work for him. When he would ask if you could do something simple with the shit-eating grin of a man determined to get to you. Which of course, he had, and still did. 

“Is that… the question you had to ask me?”

Eddie reached his hand out, placing it awkwardly, almost formally, against the side of your upper arm.

“No, my dear. That has to wait until tomorrow. I just need to know… that despite everything, you’ll be there.”

The pause before you answered was a little too long, distressing on your end because it meant you didn’t immediately know the answer. Tortuous on Eddie’s as he waited to find out what his future really held in store. 

“I… I’ll be there, Eddie.”

He let out a sigh of relief, grabbing your shoulders as he placed his hands down firmly on them.

“Good. Good… Thank you.”

You offered him a smile, one that was so obviously awkward and forced to you both, before you turned and began making your way back to your room. Eddie hadn’t asked you to leave, but you knew he wanted you to. And you needed the space to think. Some time alone to settle your nerves and wonder what kind of cryptic bullshit Eddie was rambling about this time. 

A smile crossed your lips. At least that felt like normal. Eddie being strange, difficult to comprehend, frantic in his delivery of emotions. Strangely comforting. 

It really had been actually. Comforting. It was awkward, yes, but only because you let it be. You were in the headspace for that. You had been thinking negatively prior to even seeing Eddie’s face for the first time that day. But maybe the tone had been light, or would have been if you had let it be. Maybe there was something warm and tender in the way he said he needed you, to be there, to trust him. That there was an overarching meaning behind his behaviour, behind the words he said, the things he did. His future, though complicated, would be one you were a part of if he had any control over it, and that you had to trust him of that. The question he had to ask-

Fuck. 

This could be it. 

It felt like it. 

The rushed speech, the way he held your arms, looked deep into your eyes. Frantic, but excited. That felt like the mood you recognised from terrible sitcoms. The preamble to an inevitable proposal. An engagement. A declaration of love of the highest, most official, order. 

Mrs Nigma. What a complete gas. What a twist. What a… nightmare? 

Maybe he was going to do it. Maybe it would be ok. Maybe it was right. But it didn’t feel right. Did it feel wrong though?

It did feel wrong. It felt so wrong. So rushed. So unlike him. The guilt felt like it could almost swallow you, envelop you in an inky black substance that erased any other emotion you might be capable of. You had, for some reason, put an immense amount of pressure on everything. On your relationship, on Eddie. And he was responding like one of the rats in the sewer, stuck in a trap that it had tried to wriggle free from, but had eventually accepted its fate and succumbed to the slow death. Was that what your relationship was? A stifling, suffocating trap? Were you hindering his work? Stealing his focus? Making him make choices, take actions, that he never would have before or under his own will? 

But really, how much influence did you really think you could have over him? Realistically, you knew he was still, at his very rore, Edward Nigma. The Riddler. And you were still just you. Maybe a version of you that he cared for, and one he had learned to compromise with. But still, you couldn’t imagine that his feelings towards you would sway his very lifestyle or his long standing goals. 

And yet… you could let yourself believe that in fantasy. So then came another pang of guilt. You had to admit to yourself that if you could have Edward, if you could take him away from the things that gave him purpose, you would. Selfishly. You might be able to convince yourself that it was better for him in the long run, but what did you know? You weren’t his psychiatrist or psychologist or therapist. So many had tried and failed before you. What made you different?

Love? Compromise? 

So why couldn’t you compromise? 

Why couldn’t you accept your status with him? What? It wasn’t enough to just be with him anymore? You deserved more than that? 

Each hour that passed by only brought more worry, more questions without answers, possibilities both positive and negative that clouded your mind. The only thing you really were sure about was that, if he asked the question you suspected he might ask, that you wouldn’t say no.

Or would you.

Shit. 

Turns out, you really didn’t know anything. 

Just like Eddie had said when he first met you. Always right. Of course he was.

#finnie writes #arkham riddler #arkham edward nigma #riddler x reader #arkhamverse riddler #the riddler #arkhamverse #riddler #the riddler imagine #riddler smut #the riddler fanfic #riddler fanfic #riddler x you #edward nigma x reader #edward nigma #arkham!riddler #the riddler fanfiction #arkham!verse #finnie yotn

[makemyworldworthliving]

Baby

Larissa Weems x reader

Ahhh so this is my first ever fic and I’m so scared to post it 🤦🏻‍♀️ I’ve written three parts so far but just gonna post this for now to see the reaction 🥰 please be kind.

Part one: Late night walks.

25 years old. You were 25 years old and still lived at home with your parents. You lay awake, staring at the ceiling. You sighed before taking a look at your phone, the screen shining bright in your face. 4am, and still no sleep. You sit up on the edge of your bed, finger tips tapping the edge of the bed slowly. You decide to get up, get dressed, and go for a stroll.

You lived in a peaceful, quiet area. Not too far from Nevermore academy. No one would be out this late, or so you thought. You took a slow walk past the school, just about being able to see it over the giant wall. You were miles away, listening to your music. Suddenly, you bumped into a woman. You stumbled back, but managed to steady your feet. You took out you earphones and look up, ready to apologise. Before any words could leave your mouth, you suddenly loss all sense of everything around you. All you could focus on was this beautiful woman. She was tall, much taller than you, had grey/blond hair that was done up just right, and has the most beautiful shade of red lipstick you had ever seen. Before you managed to get a word, or even a sound out, she spoke softly. ‘’I’m sorry, darling. I didn’t see you there, I was in a world of my own. Are you alright?’’ Were you alright? Physically yes, but your stomach was doing somersaults . Who on earth was this woman and why has she made you lose the ability to act like a normal human being. You shake your head lightly and let out a soft laugh. ‘’Yes, I’m fine. I’m sorry for bumping into you, I was distracted. Are you okay?’’ You swallowed hard as she smiled at you. ‘’I’m fine, darling.’’

Darling. Now why did that word send a shiver down your spine.

She notices you looking up at the school. ‘’Where are my manners, I’m Larissa. Larissa Weems, principle of Nevermore Academy.’’ She reaches her hand out for your own. You admire her soft, velvet gloves, and you place your hand in hers. Something about her hand in yours, no matter how simple, felt just right. ‘’I’m y/n. It’s nice to meet you, Miss Weems.’’ You nod your head and smile, and let your hand stay with hers just while longer than needed. ‘’if you don’t mind me asking, y/n, what are you doing out at this time? I never see anyone on my walks.’’ She tilts her head at you slightly.

‘’Oh, I couldn’t sleep. So I just decided a walk would be best.’’ You sigh and look to the ground. ‘’To be honest, I don’t have anything to catch sleep for these days.’’ You move your feet around, awkwardly. ‘’Oh? How so?’’ Larissa asks with what seems like genuine concern. Shit, you think to yourself. Now you’re going to look like a complete fool to this woman when you tell her you have no job, no life, and still live at home. You blush slightly as you can see she’s waiting for an answer, a sympathetic smile on her soft face. ‘’I… don’t have a job, yet. I mean, I did! For a while, but it just… didn’t work out. So I had to stay at home with my parents… which is highly embarrassing’’ you laugh trying to get the feeling of wanting the ground to eat you to go away.

‘’I actually have a job offer you might be interested in.’’ Your eyes dark up, locking with hers. ‘’It’s not the most, glamorous of jobs but it’s honest work for honest pay.’’ She takes out a small business card from her purse and hands it to you with a smile. ‘’I need a cleaner for my office, with all the work I have everyday I just simply can’t keep on top of it. I’d be more than happy to take you on.’’ Her eyes glistened, and she appears much closer to you now than she was before.

‘’Oh, well I, if you’re sure-‘’ before you can finish she cuts you off, waving her hand in front of her face. ‘’Consider yourself hired, love.’’ She smiles and checks her watch. ‘’My, we’ve been talking a while, I must head back, but please, come and see me Friday and we can discuss your job properly.’’ She gives your arm a slight squeeze before walking away, her hips swaying from side to side. You watch in amazement, holding the card in your hand.

What had just happened? You blinked a few times before looking down at the card. ‘’Larissa Weems.’’ You whispered to yourself, before smiling slightly and deciding to head home. When you finally get curled up into bed, you start to drift off, your mind full of Larissa, and what Friday would bring.

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #18+ only #lesbian #lgbt nsft

[itzynabi]

eve & hyo’s one step vacation episode 1

released: 25 oct 2023

word count: 3.2k

warnings: mention of food

an: the variety show!! i’ve written a few of the eps in advance, so i should be able to update weekly. we’ll see though. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💐

eve’s masterlist // eve & hyo’s one step vacation

Eve walked into a boardroom, where there were some staff members sitting around a table. She bowed to everyone as she sat down.

“Hyoyeon unnie isn’t here?” She asked, taking off her beanie. “I was even running late and she still isn’t here? Daebak.”

“Why don’t we start talking about the show,” one of the staff, Haneul, suggested.

Eve nodded. “I was thinking of doing a healing show,” she said. “We can go to an AirBnB or something like that and we can just spend time there.”

“How many days were you–”

Haneul was interrupted by Hyoyeon opening the door. “Sorry, I’m late,” she apologised. “There was some traffic,” she told them.

“It’s okay,” Haneul said. “We were just getting started.”

“Because we were tired of waiting for you,” Eve added as Hyoyeon sat down. She sighed dramatically. “We got tired of waiting for you.”

“Eve-ssi got here late as well,” the director of the show, Jinshim, told Hyoyeon.

Hyoyeon sat up in her chair as Eve looked at Jinshim with a shocked expression.

“You were busy scolding me as if you got here hours ago!” Hyoyeon complained.

Eve scratched the back of her neck. “Unnie, have you never heard of exaggerating?” She asked. “I was just… pressuring you to get here quicker.”

Hyoyeon scoffed, turning to look at Haneul. “What did you talk about so far?”

“We talked about what type of show it will be and Eve-ssi suggested a healing show,” Haneul said. “And we were about to discuss how long you will be staying at your place.”

“I think Hyoyeon unnie should decide,” Eve said, leaning back in her chair. “She’s the one with a busy schedule.”

Hyoyeon thought for a while. “Is three days good?”

Jinshim nodded. “Yes. We can probably squeeze out eight episodes from that.”

“But I don’t like the number three,” Eve disagreed, “let’s make it four,” she suggested with a sweet smile.

Hyoyeon huffed. “I thought it was up to me to choose!” She complained.

“There’s no ‘i’ in team.”

“So you leave on day four or the morning of day five?” Jinshim asked.

Hyoyeon looked at Eve. “Team leader-nim, what do you want?” She chuckled.

Eve hummed in thought. “Leave on day five,” she decided.

Jinshim nodded. “Where do you want to go? Somewhere by the sea or in the mountains? What type of area do you want to be in?”

“I don’t want to be somewhere secluded,” Hyoyeon said. “Privacy would be nice, but I’d also like to take a short drive to a restaurant.”

“Me too,” Eve agreed. “It would be nice to be in a mountain area. Or a farm area.”

“She wants to see nature,” Hyoyeon clarified. “So somewhere away from the city.”

“How about staying in a cottage?” Haneul suggested.

Eve gasped loudly, placing her hand on her chest. “It’s like you read my mind.”

“Is there anything you want in the house?” Jinshim asked, taking out a notepad and pen.

“Video games would be nice,” Hyoyeob said. “We can play Just Dance.”

“How about puzzles?”

“We don’t have the patience for those type of things.”

They continued to discuss some more details of the show until they were done.

Haneul tapped the table. “Okay, we’ll work on getting this show finalised.”

They all stood up, collecting their stuff so they could leave.

“Thank you for your hard work,” Eve said, fixing her bangs as she looked at one of the cameras.

“Thank you,” Hyoyeon echoed.

Eve entered the car, sitting in the backseat. She waved to the camera on the headrest of the chair in front of her.

“Hi,” she greeted. “Hyoyeon unnie and I are going on our trip today. We’re going to meet up somewhere and then drive to our place.”

Jun started the car, driving away soon after.

“Do you know where we’re going?” Eve asked. Jun shook his head in response, causing Eve to huff in dismay. “Everyone’s been so tightlipped about where we’re going to stay,” she complained.

Meanwhile, in Hyoyeon’s car, she was also trying to get information out of her team.

“Where are we going?” She asked the camera director, who didn’t answer. “Just tell me the first letter,” she bargained. “Why are you so committed to not telling me anything?” She asked, shaking her head. “This isn’t going to be fun to watch if you don’t tell me anything. Think about the viewers,” she said in a last ditch attempt to get information out of the staff. “Ugh, forget about it.”

They continued on their respective drives until they reached the agreed upon meet-up point. Eve exited her car, fixing her pants.

��Unnie, do you know where we’re going?” She asked Hyoyeon, who shook her head.

“They’re being so secretive, I don’t understand why,” she complained.

“Why are you keeping secrets?” Eve asked with a pout. “I don’t like this. Isn’t this supposed to be fun?”

Hyoyeon stifled a yawn, nodding. “I’m not enjoying myself,” she complained.

Eve looked at the older girl, laughing. “Did you not sleep?” She asked.

“I was practising naughty until late last night and I spent the day packing my bags so I didn’t sleep that much.”

Eve nodded, looking from Hyoyeon to the staff. “If you tell us where we’re going, she’ll have energy.”

“I’ll be so excited that I’ll be bouncing off the walls,” Hyoyeon added.

Jinshim walked up to the two girls, making sure she stayed out of frame. “You will drive yourselves to the house,” she told them, passing Hyoyeon car keys.

“How? We don’t know where we’re going.”

“We put the address into the GPS. And before you ask, you can’t check the destination, we made sure of it. We made sure to program the GPS in a way that it only tells you the directions.”

Eve scoffed. “You might as well just blindfold us,” she complained. “Did we do something to anger you?”

“We apologise,” Hyoyeon said in a monotonous voice.

“Have a good trip,” Jinshim said, pointing them to their car as the staff dispersed to their respective cars.

“Unnie, let me drive,” Eve volunteered, taking the keys from Hyoyeon.

“I was going to make you drive anyway,” Hyoyeon said, walking to the passenger side of the car. “It’s about time you drive me somewhere,” she commented as both girls entered the car.

“I’ll make sure to drive us safely,” Eve pledged, adjusting the car seat to match her height.

“Let’s go!” Hyoyeon exclaimed when Eve started the car. The GPS system switched on along with the car, informing them that they would have to take a right turn at the next intersection.

“Thank you,” Eve said, causing Hyoyeon to laugh. “Unnie, I’m a great driver, right?” she bragged after ten minutes of driving.

Hyoyeon nodded. “Yes. I could fall asleep here, your driving’s so smooth.”

“But when I was learning to drive, I almost crashed the car twice,” she revealed with a chuckle.

Hyoyeon widened her eyes in shock. “Really?”

Eve nodded. “We were practising on a farm and I almost drove into a tree, so Key oppa used the handbrake to stop the car but I was in the process of turning the driving wheel so I got angry that he didn’t trust me.”

Hyoyeon laughed. “Yah, of course he used the handbrake! You almost crashed.”

“He should’ve trusted that I’d take control of the situation,” Eve argued. “I was learning problem solving.”

“Okay, okay,” Hyoyeon agreed, chuckling lightly.

Continuing on with their drive, they talked about random things. At some point, they stopped talking, instead driving in silence. Eve looked to her right, noticing how Hyoyeon was struggling to keep her eyes open.

“Unnie, you can take a nap.”

Hyoyeon shook her head, shifting in her chair. “No, I’ll stay awake.” Thirteen minutes later, she had slumped against the back of her chair as she dozed off.

“Just as I suspected,” Eve commented, “Hyoyeon unnie fell asleep.” She looked to the GPS screen to check how much time of the trip was left, gasping when she saw. “Two hours and fifteen minutes? That’s crazy.”

She continued driving in silence, occasionally glancing over at Hyoyeon. Looking at the camera on the dashboard, she smirked. “I’m such a good driver, my passenger fell asleep,” she whispered. “Should I become a taxi driver? Or not? So many choices.”

After another hour, Hyoyeon started to slowly wake up. She brought her hand up to rub her eyes as she yawned.

“What time is it?” She asked sleepily.

“Five thirty-five,” Eve answered. “Did you enjoy your nap?”

Hyoyeon hummed, stretching her arms above her head. “I wasn’t even supposed to fall asleep. I was just resting my eyes and then I was asleep.”

“Excuses, excuses,” Eve teased as she approached a red light. Making use of the brief stop, Eve admired the sky. The sun had begun to set, resulting in a pink and orange hue taking over the atmosphere. She grabbed her phone, quickly taking a picture before the light turned green.

“The sky is so pretty.” Hyoyeon gasped.

“I want to print the view onto my eyelids.”

Hyoyeon guffawed, clapping her hands. “What are you saying?”

”That’s how pretty it is! I want to see it everytime I close my eyes.”

“You’re crazy.” She looked at the GPS screen. “We have an hour and twenty-eight minutes until we get there,” she noted. “When we get there it will be dinnertime, so why don’t we go to a restaurant or something? ‘Cause we’ll be too tired.”

“Why would you be tired?” Eve asked offhandedly.

Hyoyeon rolled her eyes. “As I was saying, we’ll also get to see more of where we’re staying.”

Eve nodded. “Okay. Ask the staff to direct us to a restaurant.”

Hyoyeon picked up her phone, dialling Haneul’s number. “Yes, hello,” she greeted when he answered the phone. “We were thinking that since we’ll get to our house at dinnertime, we could stop somewhere to eat dinner.” She listened as Haneul responded. “Okay, thank you. Yes.” Pulling her phone away from her ear, she put it on her lap. “He said that he’ll research places in the area and then direct us when they find one,” she told Eve, who nodded.

Sure enough, ten minutes later, Haneul called her back. Hyoyeon answered, listening as he spoke. “Okay, okay. Thank you.” They hung up, Hyoyeon putting her phone back on her lap. “He found a restaurant so he’s going to overtake us and then we’ll just follow him,” she explained.

“Okay,” Eve said.

The girls watched as one of the staff cars appeared in front of them. Eve began to follow them, changing lanes when they did. Even though they were still following the GPS route, she was paying it no mind, instead giving the car in front of her all of her attention. An hour later, they drove into a town.

“So pretty,” Hyoyeon gushed, looking at the various lights that were lit up on people’s houses and different buildings.

The area had a lot of trees, which were decorated with stringed lights. As they continued to drive, both girls pointed out random things they liked: from a mural on one of the walls to the local library. By the time they were arriving at the restaurant, the sun had begun to almost completely disappear.

Watching the staff car parallel park next to a building, Eve sighed. “I don’t know how to parallel park.” She bit her lip in worry, looking for other available parking spots.

“There’s one there!” Hyoyeon pointed down the street, where there was space for perpendicular parking.

After doing a celebratory dance in her seat, Eve drove to the space, parking effortlessly. “We’ve arrived!” She announced as she took the key out of the ignition.

“Thank you, driver-nim,” Hyoyeon thanked in a posh sounding voice, taking off her seatbelt. “I’ll make sure to pay you well.”

Both girls left the car, closing and locking it before walking up to the front of the restaurant, where some cameramen already had their cameras out.

“Hi,” Eve greeted, waving a peace sign around as she leaned into the camera. “You missed seeing my face, right?”

“Shall we go in?” Hyoyeon asked, Eve nodding in response.

The two girls walked into the restaurant, grabbing a booth in the back of the building. The walls were painted light grey with green streaks of paint contrasting the colour. There were a few framed pictures hanging on the wall, some of family members and others of food. A few seconds after sitting down, a granny approached them with menus.

“You’ll call for me when you’re ready to order,” she said, placing the menus on the table

“Yes. Thank you,” Eve responded.

The granny nodded before walking away to tend to other tables. Hyoyeon and Eve looked at the menus to decide what they’d eat.

“I think I’m going to get jjimdak,” Eve said, “with rice.”

“I’m going to get kimchi jjigae,” Hyoyeon said. She raised her hand to get the granny’s attention. When she came to collect their orders, they ended up talking a little bit, learning her name — Yunhui — and about how she started the restaurant with her sister. Yunhui soon walked away to start making their food, leaving the two girls to themselves. “This place is pretty.”

“Really,” Eve agreed. She looked to her left, at one of the other tables that had already gotten their food. “The food looks good, too.”

Hyoyeon chuckled. “Do you want to ask them to share?”

“What are you saying?” Eve asked, shocked.

“You’re staring at their food so longingly, I thought you might want it.”

“No, no. That’s just weird.” Eve shook her head. “How could I do that?”

Hyoyeon shrugged. “You’re the extrovert. I thought you’d just strike conversation with them. Isn’t that how your kind work?”

“My kind?”

“I’m an introvert.”

Eve blinked at her. “I keep on forgetting that. I think because you’re so weird, I keep thinking you’re an extrovert. What’s your MBTI?”

“Me? I’m ISTJ,” Hyoyeon said. “You?”

“ESFP,” Eve answered.

Hyoyeon leaned back in her chair. “Interesting.”

At that moment, Yunhui approached them with a tray in her hands.

“You look very familiar,” Yunhui told Hyoyeon as she placed down the girls’ bowls of food.

“She’s Girls’ Generation,” Eve said, Hyoyeon nodding along.

Yunhui gasped. “That’s right! My granddaughter is a big fan. What are they called?” She thought for a second. “S–so what?”

“SONE,” Hyoyeon corrected.

Yunhui snapped her fingers. “That’s right! She’s a really big fan, let me call her.” She turned to look over her shoulder. “Jiyeon, come here quickly!” She turned to look back at Hyoyeon. “She’ll be really excited.”

Hyoyeon smiled as Eve picked up her spoon to eat her soup. There was shuffling as Yunhui’s granddaughter walked in from the back.

“Yes, halmeoni, what is– Kim Nabi?” Jiyeon shrieked, causing a few patrons to look in her direction. Eve’s hand froze from where it was a few centimetres from her mouth. Hyoyeon’s jaw dropped open in shock.

Yunhui looked at Hyoyeon. “Is your name Kim Nabi?”

Hyoyeon shook her head, pointing at Eve who was still frozen. “It’s her name.”

Yunhui looked at Eve. “Are you also Girls’ Ge– but you look really young, though.”

Hyoyeon kicked Eve’s shin, effectively unfreezing her. “I’m not Girls’ Generation,” Eve said. “I’m ITZY.”

Yunhui tilted her head in confusion, turning to look at her granddaughter. “Jiyeon-ah, Girls’ Generation is here.”

“Where?” Jiyeon asked, finally tearing her eyes away from Eve. She gasped when she noticed Hyoyeon. “Kim Hyoyeon, oh my.”

“The jjimdak is really tasty,” Eve told Yunhui, causing Hyoyeon to laugh lightly.

“Yah, your fan is standing right there and you’re busy complimenting the food.” Hyoyeon pointed out.

“It’s really good, though.” Eve shrugged, eating another spoonful of her meal.

“Aigo, thank you,” Yunhui said. “Eat up,” she encouraged the two girls, going to check on other tables.

“Do you want to sit down?” Hyoyeon asked Jiyeon, who was still staring at her with her mouth dropped open. Coming back to herself, Jiyeon nodded. She sat down next to Hyoyeon, who had scooted over to make room for her.

“Hello,” she greeted.

Eve waved. “Hi!”

Jiyeon’s hands shook as she placed them on the table. “What brings you here?” She asked with a shaky voice.

“We’re shooting a show,” Hyoyeon said. “We’re basically going on a holiday.”

“Ah.” Jiyeon nodded, trying to contain her excitement at meeting two idols that she was a fan of. “If it’s possible,” she started, voice softer than before, “can you sign my albums?”

Eve nodded. “Of course!”

Jiyeon jumped up. “I’ll go fetch my albums,” she told the two women before running out of the restaurant. She came back less than five minutes later with Hyoyeon’s Deep album and Eve’s diary entries album in her hands. “I’m a very big fan!” She gushed, giving Hyoyeon a marker to use to sign her album. “I tried to go to the music shows, but they’re too far away.” She pouted.

“Who are you a bigger fan of?” Eve asked. “Me or Hyoyeon ahjumma?”

“Um…” Jiyeon thought. “I’m not sure. I’ve been a fan of Girls’ Generation longer, but recently I’ve been watching a lot of ITZY content,” she explained.

“Half and half,” Hyoyeon concluded as she passed Eve the pen and album, Jiyeon nodding in agreement.

Eve signed her signature and left a message on the album for Jiyeon, giving it back to the young girl.

“Thank you!” She said, bowing to both of the girls “This seriously means so much to me.”

“It’s the least we can do when you support us so enthusiastically,” Hyoyeon waved her off. “Thank you for being fans of ours.”

Jiyeon blushed, holding the two albums to her chest. She cleared her throat. “I have to go do my homework, but thank you. It’s like a dream.”

“Fighting!” Eve cheered, shaking her fists enthusiastically.

Jiyeon walked out of the restaurant once more, leaving the two women by themselves.

“She’s so cute.” Hyoyeon chuckled.

Eve nodded. “Totally.”

The two women then focused on their food, eating in silence. When they were done, Yunhui went to their table again to collect their empty dishes. Shen then told them to come to the till so they could pay for their meal.

“Thank you for the food!” Eve thanked Yunhui as they left the restaurant. She passed the car keys to Hyoyeon as they approached the vehicle. After getting in and turning on the car, she snuggled into her chair as the aircon switched on, filling the car with warmth. “So nice,” she said with a sigh.

“It’s not that cold,” Hyoyeon scolded, “don’t be dramatic.”

“I can feel my blood cells freezing in my body.”

Hyoyeon rolled her eyes. “It’s sixteen degrees,” she said, unimpressed by Eve’s antics.

“But it feels like it’s in the negatives.”

“If you’re like this now, what are you going to be like in winter?”

Eve sighed. “Please don’t talk about such things.”

Hyoyeon pulled out of the parking spot and began following the GPS to take them to their house. They spent the thirty minute drive looking at the scenery of the town, watching it change from a small town to a countryside.

“I think this is the one,” Hyoyeon said, pulling up to a house. She rolled down her window, pressing the intercom for the gate. Haneul answered, soon opening the gate so the girls could drive in. Hyoyeon drove along the driveway leading to the house.

Eve gasped. “Woah!”

“This place looks so nice!” Hyoyeon exclaimed. “Is it really for us?”

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[fictionalmenownmyheart]

Love at First Sight • glen powell

Requested by: @fenderenderender

This request was so good! I hope I did it justice for you and I hope you enjoy reading this. This is my first Glen one shot that I will be posting so I’m excited to know what you think of it. If you would like, please leave a comment or you can always message me privately to let me know your thoughts. I will be adding this to the warnings but I thought I’d quickly mention it here as well, this is basically going to be an instant love so they’re falling in love very quickly in this, I thought I should pre-warn as well that it might come across slightly cringy because I am using language to show their instant attraction that I probably wouldn’t use for a one shot where the reader has been with (insert someone here) for a long time and what you wouldn’t normally see because that’s usually bypassed and has already happened but you just don’t see it. I hope that makes sense somehow in all of my rambling.

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Warnings: basically insta love, some cringy-ness (I apologise if you don’t like that), slight age gap, a hint of dirty talk and some suggestiveness towards the end but doesn’t come to anything, oh and Glen calling the reader ‘darling’ (you’re welcome 😊)

Glen Powell x fem!reader

Word count: 3916

(Y/B/N) Your Brothers Name (real or pretend)

I have known Miles since I was born. My brother, (Y/B/N), has been best friends with Miles for as long as I could remember. (Y/B/N) would never allow me to join being the younger, annoying little sister that was 10 years younger than him. The late miracle, my parents would say. It’s funny how my brighter would say the complete opposite, he’s told me plenty of times that he had asked our parents for a puppy not a baby sister.

I get it, it’s “uncool” for a teenage boy to have his sister nag him to join in all the time to the point of embarrassment. Of course being the younger sibling I had the advantage of getting away with things and having what I wanted, (Y/B/N) would begrudgingly let me play with him after many tears and tantrums that would be shared until either mum or dad gave him a certain look that told him to not say no to me. When it came to me wanting to hang out with him while his friends would come around, it was definitely a no go. I admit, his friends were dicks, simple as, and whenever they made it known they didn’t want me to be there either my brother would tell them that only he could tell me not to join in with them. Brotherly love, hey? But an advantage that I had was Miles was basically a second brother to me because he’s known me for so long meaning that whenever Miles came over I would be allowed to join in. Miles was the brother I wished I had when I was younger but was stuck with (Y/B/N) biologically. Of course now though I love them equally and am lucky to have them both be in my life.

As they got older Miles’ passion for acting grew and (Y/B/N) had a natural talent in playing basketball, Miles started appearing in movies and (Y/B/N) went pro with one of the biggest teams in the sport. Leaving me at home in our neighbourhood, wanting to be where they were, getting to experience the world too. Being the sister of a famous basketball player meant I was known and had my face in magazines often, some had even mistaken me for being Miles’ girlfriend, when I had gotten older and started my own career in the business, which just seemed so wrong to us and started to become a running joke whenever we would see it printed somewhere. I never saw Miles like that, I still don’t. While we were growing up he treated me the same way (Y/B/N) would making us siblings, just not by blood.

I think because I’ve grown up seeing what they can do and how much they love it, doing that as their careers, I think it became apparent for me that I too wanted to be an actor and get to experience the thrill of filming some great movies, get to form a sense of camaraderie between the cast and crew and make public appearances like interviews or talking about issues I stood for from such a high and capable platform to make sure I do my part for people who don’t have that opportunity to speak out on important matters.

My love for acting came from Miles, after visiting him on set a couple of times, I knew it was what I wanted to do when I was older and I’m lucky that it worked out for me. I’ve been in a couple of films, mainly down the avenue of action or romance roles.

It was currently basketball season for (Y/B/N) so when Miles asked both of us if we would come to the set of his latest film he was filming, I of course said yes while (Y/B/N) understandably had to say no this time round. I was fortunate enough to get a couple of opportunities when I wasn’t too busy focusing on one of my roles in a movie and see behind the scenes of some of his earlier films. Seeing either of them in their natural element made me so proud to call them my brothers.

Unlike when I would usually visit him while he was shooting, Miles mentioned that he was taking me out to dinner to meet the cast before seeing them finish off some of their final scenes tomorrow. I knew that filming didn’t necessarily have to be filmed chronologically so I was excited to see what the scene would be for.

I chose a beautiful crimson red dress that made me feel confident enough to think about being in front of all these talented actors in just a little while from now. I paired it with some beautiful golden strapped heels (Y/B/N) gifted me as a birthday present four years ago for my 21st.

Miles had put me up in a nice hotel not too far from the restaurant he was going to pick me up and take me to in the coming minutes.

I lock my hotel room door and place the key card in my small purse bag perfect for carrying a few light things, currently holding my phone, my card and some cash, my chapstick, and of course my room key.

I was going down to meet Miles in the reception area after he had just texted to let me know he would be with me shortly

The journey down is quick and easy but the butterflies in my stomach cause my nerves to take over my entire body. I can’t help but think, I hope they like me.

When I step out of the elevator/lift I notice Miles looking handsome in his matching light blue suit and trousers set, his white button up shirt worn beneath and a striped silver and black tie tucked in neatly, finished off with some black polished shoes.

“Hey, you look beautiful.” Miles says as we lean in and hug each other.

“Thank you, you look very handsome.” I reply and Miles holds out an arm allowing me to slip mine through his.

We walk out of the hotel and I feel the humid breeze on my skin. We make our way towards the restaurant a couple of blocks away.

The lighting and glamour of the restaurant front is gorgeous. I steadied my breathing as we walk in and look around at all the tables. I notice many couples are dining as well as some families and what looks to be some business meetings. Miles suddenly grabs my hand and leads me to a table out of view of everyone else.

The circular table we stop at is full of beautiful people and my heart chooses that moment to pick up speed.

“(Y/N), this is Lewis, Monica, Jay, Greg and Glen. Everyone, this is (Y/N), she’s like my sister so I want you all to be nice to her.” I try to put a face to names as he calls them out hoping they’ll go in my head. I smile tentatively from behind Miles.

I make an effort in shaking everyone’s hands which they reciprocate readily. Then I get to Glen, my breath hitches in my throat when I lift my hand to shake his. The strong hold of his hand surrounds my smaller one, encasing it in warmth as we keep steady eye contact going.

“Uh hi, nice to meet you.” My body feels warm as I keep eye contact with the beautiful blues of his.

“It’s lovely to meet you too ma’am.” He replies, his grin lighting up his face. My breath catches in my throat, even his grin is so handsome.

“Please call me (Y/N).”

Throughout the courses I sneak glances at Glen who is sat opposite me hoping he doesn’t catch me. There were moments when I was chatting with Monica or Miles, who are either side of me, when I’d catch him looking at me and trying to be subtle about it. It was sweet that he tried to play it off, it was nice to know he was interested in me too.

After we finish our meal, which was absolutely delicious, we stand up and begin to shuffle out of the restaurant in a clustered group. Glen is just behind me and I feel a hint of his fingertips grazing my back leading my way. “After you, darling.”

I look over my shoulder, but continue to walk, and arch an eyebrow at the sudden term of endearment.

“Sorry, darling, uh, (Y/N).” He says looking sheepish.

“It’s okay. I was just surprised, that’s all. I like it.” I smile at him and see him try to mask his sigh of relief.

As a group we all decide to go on a walk and enjoy the evening weather before it gets too dark.

Whilst we’re walking I notice Glen getting further and further to the back of the pile as we walk along the sea front. My speed slowing slightly so he’s not too far behind. Chatter happens around me and I catch bits and pieces of the conversation but don’t entirely focus on it.

I slow my walking right down so we’re hanging at the back as everyone else carries on the path.

“(Y/N).” My name comes out his mouth so quietly I almost miss it.

He rakes his hand through his hair, combing it back leaving it looking messy once he’s finished.

I turn towards him and then back to the group walking ahead of us possibly not noticing we’ve stopped or have chosen to leave us be.

“It’s okay, we can catch up to them in a moment. There’s just something I wanted to get off my chest since the beginning of the meal but didn’t want to say it in front of everyone else.”

I walk over to him so we stand closer and nod my head hoping to encourage him with that simple gesture and let a soft smile rest on my lips.

He breathes in deeply before letting it all out. He chuckles but it comes out sounding nervous and unsure. It’s endearing and very cute. Me, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), has made Glen Powell nervous. A man who I have come to realise always seems in control of his emotions, at least back at the restaurant it seemed that way.

“I’m going to say this quickly. I like you, not just in a ‘I want to be friends way’, so please stop me if you don’t feel that way about me as well.” He stops, giving me time to talk if I wish, I shake my head and his shoulders relax, the tense feeling in them releasing. “At first I doubted Miles because I knew he’d think the world of you, he sees you as his sister and the only thing that doesn’t make you siblings is blood so I thought maybe he was blinded by this image he has of you but I stand corrected. I think you’re beautiful, inside and out. You make me nervous which comes as no surprise, I mean it’s obvious. I wasn’t going to say something originally because I know you’re younger than me, quite a lot younger than me but we’re adults and I feel an attraction to you, I know it sounds cringy but a spark lit up inside of me when you walked through those doors into the private room and I think you felt it to. I want to see where this could go between us, I don’t want anything meaningless, I want to have someone who can be my equal and I want that to be you, if you’ll have me. Otherwise please forget all of what I’ve just said and we can catch up with the others.”

“Glen, I-“

“It’s ridiculous, I knew the moment I opened my mouth. Let’s catch up with the others. We can forget about this.” He brushes past me and I feel that spark he talked about just now, I know he feels it too because his steps falter but he doesn’t let that bother him before he starts to carry on walking away.

I ponder how to respond, letting his words settle in. He likes me? I knew I’d felt an instant attraction on my end and that grew the more I talked to him tonight but I didn’t know he had felt the same way. I do want to give this a go but like him I have doubts about our age gap, I know we’re both consenting adults and into each other but what would people say? I need to think about me and I want this man, he speaks to my heart and I may come to regret not giving us a chance and I don’t want to live my life thinking about the ‘what ifs’, I want to live in this moment and I want to be Glen’s equal to see where it takes us.

I grab his wrist and pull him back, I see rejection in his eyes that I hope will go away after I get the chance to speak. “I like you too Glen. I understand your worries and I know we have an age gap that will probably be frowned upon especially in our profession where it’s so easy for people place judgement on others but I want to give us a go as well.”

“Darling?” He asks and I hum in response with a tilt of my head. I love that he calls me that.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks with more confidence than before.

I feel a smile curl up on my lips and I give a quick nod. “Please.”

He closes the gap and carefully cups my cheeks, searching my eyes for any hesitation. I close my eyes and lean in letting him decide. I worry for a moment wondering if he might not go through with it but it’s all for nothing because soon after my thoughts I feel his lips join to mine. It’s slow and tentative, scoping each other out before we find our rhythm. We leave it sweet and simple and I pull away to see him smiling, replicating my own expression.

“Let’s catch up to them, darling.”

We walk towards them hand in hand seeing them standing by the sea front talking to each other. They all turn towards us when we get closer. The guys all groan. Me and Glen look to each other worrying they’re already thinking this is a bad idea and that we shouldn’t give this a go.

“Pay up.” Monica smirks, her arms crossed lazily as she keeps her eyes trained on us but says it to the men stood around her.

“You made a bet on us?” Glen asks in disbelief.

“But how? This is the first time of us meeting, how could you bet on us?” I chime in, equally as shocked.

“It was pretty obvious.” Jay shrugs as if that’s enough to say.

“We could tell all the way through the meal something was bound to happen.” Danny chimes in.

“You wouldn’t stop sneaking looks at each other, but you weren’t very discreet.” Lewis includes and Greg nods his agreement.

“So what’s happening between you too?” Miles asks, the over protective brother role coming out in his stern voice.

Glen and I look at each other again, seeming to know what the other one is thinking.

“We’re going to see where this takes us and give it a real go.” I respond, keeping eye contact with Miles and awaiting his approval.

He nods but doesn’t give any further indication of what he’s thinking. The others clap and pull us in for hugs, congratulating us.

I notice Miles standing away from the group ever so slightly.

I walk over to him, leaving the others to talk amongst themselves, and build up some confidence. “Miles?”

Miles shrugs and puts me out of my misery. “It doesn’t bother me, like they said the connection between you two was instant, it was like you were in your own little bubble together. I just want you to be happy (Y/N), you’re like a sister to me and you couldn’t have chosen a better guy, Glen will look after you and I know (Y/B/N) will approve too.”

Glen’s hand settles on my hip and draws me back gently so we’re side by side. I look up at him as he stares down at me, a look in his eyes that looks a lot like love but that can’t be right. I try to tell myself that it must be a figment of my imagination, most likely one of the street lights that surround us making me see things. Or it could be the wine, most likely the wine to be honest, it was good wine.

Everyone drops me off at my hotel and let me say good night to Glen for a little while longer. I wave to them and watch them walk away before making my way up to my room and doze off for a lovely sleep. As I fall asleep I can’t stop thinking, I can’t wait for tomorrow.

All Miles said to me when he arrived at the door of my hotel room this morning was to wear a swimming costume under some clothes for later on. I decided not to question him and obliged when sorting out my outfit today. I decided to wear a nice summery black dress decorated with little delicate white flowers, thinking it would be easy to slide off when it became time for me to show off my bikini.

When we arrive at the beach, I notice the crew setting up the cameras and my new found friends stood with Glen and some of the cast that I haven’t yet met that will be in this scene, off to the side.

I watch them from afar sat on a blanket one of the crew member’s kindly let me borrow soaking in all of the guy’s chiselled chests glistening with sweat, bar Miles of course (practically my brother and all) and mainly focus on Glen.

I enjoy seeing them act, I can tell even though this is suppose to be preformed as a scripted scene it’s easy to see how natural it is for them to enjoy messing around and relish in the atmosphere together.

Once filming was over, Miles waved me over to join everyone. I stand up and slip off my dress placing my belongings in between the folded garment so it’s not so easily in view.

When I join them I notice the boys smirking more than should be allowed and definitely looks suspicious. Jay lifts up Monica, runs to the water flinging her in as she squeal’s in protest. Sudden chaos commences as everyone begins playing around like they did when shooting but this time being free to do what they want. I watch as Miles, Danny and Greg pick up Lewis spreading him out like a star fish and toss him into the sea before jumping in themselves, splashing each other.

I hear a throat clear behind me and I turn to see Glen standing with his arms folded over his chest, his biceps bulging more prominently and a smirk tugged up over his luscious lips.

“Glen. Don’t you dare. Please don’t.” I try to plead with him but the smirk only widens on his lips. I try to make a run for it but it isn’t easy on the soft sand so his long strides reach me in seconds.

I feel two arms wrap around my middle pulling me into a warm chiselled chest. His hot breath is on my neck as he chuckles. “Got you, darling.”

He swings me around as if I weigh nothing and moves me so I’m now over his shoulder, my ass practically in his face making me warm up at the intimacy of it. I stare at his back muscles (and I admit, his bum too) as he wanders us closer to the water.

“I’m gonna get you wet.” As if my body couldn’t get any warmer, I’m beyond boiling point now as those words leave his mouth. My mind wanders to other ways that could happen. As if he can read my mind, his laughter sounds over a gust of wind, clicking his teeth. His hands steady my thighs and bottom as I begin to fall from the repercussions of his movements. “Sorry about that darling, but not as much as I am for doing this.” As the last word leaves his, what I’m beginning to realise, sinful lips I fall until my body hits the water, the waves crashing around me, thankfully where he drops me isn’t too deep or too shallow that it makes it easy enough for me to stand up pretty quickly. I spray him with water, aiming for his face but because of the height difference I only manage to stretch it to his chest. We go back and forth like this for a while, our laughter intertwining. After a while our laugh fades away gradually and we stare at each other as noise continues on from everyone else around us but our focus on each other doesn’t dwindle.

Without thinking anything through, I lunge myself at him surprising us both but I’m grateful for his quick reflexes because his strong arms and hands catch me so I’m wrapped around his body keeping me steady, my arms locked behind his neck and my legs clinging to his hips bringing us as close as physically possible in our swimming attire.

“Hi.” I whisper, suddenly feeling a rush of nervousness at how little space is between us. I lick my lips and brush a wet strand of hair out of my face so I can look at him without any issues.

“Hi yourself, darling.” He smiles and pulls me closer to him so that I am now looking down at him from a new height. I lean in as he dips his head back and towards me more, our lips connecting for the second time just as good as the first. He bites my lip and I moan and open my mouth slightly letting his tongue brush against my own. I hear calls and cheering around us now knowing their attention has been diverted to us. We pull back and catch our breaths as they mingle as one and rest our foreheads together. Even with the butterflies floating around in my stomach urging me to look away, I can’t. His eyes are so captivating and really are the windows to the soul, his soul at the very least. They show so many emotions; happiness, passion, contentment and if I’m not mistaken, love. The very same look I denied myself to think was truly there last night. I knew it was too early to think like that, but maybe I did love him or could at the very most right now, learn to. To me it felt like love at first sight, from the moment we had met and exchanged our first words to right now with the hint of sea water still lingering on my lips. It was inevitable, what was happening between me and Glen was certainly love at first sight.

#glen powell #glen powell x reader #miles teller x sister!reader #miles teller #lewis pullman #monica barbaro #jay ellis #danny ramirez #greg tarzan davis #top gun maverick #masterlist

[rainbow-flavoured-skittles]

Hey Mom, Dead Mom

Bonus chapter: You won’t believe the mess that we’ve become

bonus chapter has arrived! this was originally a scene from the second chapter, but it ended up with so much Cole and Jay interaction that it would have caused the whole fic to be unable to be read as a standalone. I still really like it though, and it explains a few things in ‘Cause daddy doesn’t love me, mommy is a god, so I’m posting it as a bonus chapter. this is cross posted to ao3 as well

~

Cole dialled the number slowly, as if it would delay the inevitable. He watched it ring three times before Jay picked up. “Hello?” He said.

“Hi, Jay,” Cole said softly. “It’s Cole.”

“Cole!” Jay exclaimed. How did he manage to sound so happy when Cole had been ignoring him for months? Cole had been expecting anger and yelling, not Jay sounding like this call was his birthday present. “Whatcha need? Do we have to get kicked out of another cinema?”

“I need to talk to you about stuff,” Cole decided to say. Best to get straight to the point rather than dance around it. Pun not intended. 

“Talk about what?” The concern was evident in Jay’s tone. 

Cole took a breath and got it over with. “I’m being sent to boarding school.”

“WHAT?”

“Yeah,” Cole said. “I’m leaving on Sunday.”

“B— but why?” Jay sounded so hurt. Cole wished he could stop Jay from being hurt. 

“I don’t have a choice, Jay,” Cole said over the phone. “I’m sorry.”

Jay’s voice was very small. “Can we at least meet up? Before you leave?” The twelve-year-old asked. 

“Yeah, sure,” Cole said. He blinked the tears out of his eyes. “Tomorrow? It’s the only day I’m free…” Dad wanted Cole to be packed by Saturday, since he was leaving on Sunday, and tomorrow was the only day he could sneak out.

“Okay,” Jay sounded choked up, like there was something stuck in his throat. Cole imagined that he was crying over the phone. 

“See you,” Cole said. Then he hung up before Dad could see he wasn’t packing.

~

The next day came much too slowly. Cole spent most of the night practicing what he was going to say to Jay, how he would apologise for not being around for so long. Cole really wasn’t good at this whole ‘being a good friend’ thing. 

When tomorrow finally came around, Cole jumped out of bed and got dressed as quietly as possible. Most of his clothes were already in the suitcases, but a hoodie and pair of jeans were still out. Cole put them on and got out of the house quickly. Dad was at work, because he couldn’t be bothered to help with anything, but better safe than sorry.

The cafe they’d chosen to meet at was decently busy when he arrived. People streamed in and out, clutching cups of coffee and talking on the phone. One man was so distracted that he almost lost his wallet twice. Cole picked it up for him and watched him go out the door cursing. Kind of rude, but Cole didn’t care. He was too busy waiting for Jay.

“Hey,” a voice said, and Cole turned to see Jay sliding into a seat. “Haven’t seen you in a while, Rocks-for-Brains,” the familiar nickname made Cole smile.

“Same.”

Jay clasped his hands together. His expression was grim. “So, you’re really leaving? No offence, but your call yesterday didn’t explain a lot.”

“Yeah, I am. My dad’s forcing me to go,” Cole’s voice was thick. 

“So we’re never gonna see each other again?”

“I don’t know,” Cole shrugged, and it was the truth. Dad wanted him to stay at MOSPA even during breaks, so that he could ‘build character.’

Jay sniffled and wiped a tear away. “If this is the last time we see each other, it’s gotta be the best one-and-a-half hours possible.”

“I’m sorry for not being around and ignoring you,” Cole said suddenly. He’d been wanting to say that ever since Mom died.

“You were grieving for your mom, dummy,” Jay narrowed his eyes. “You still are. I mean, yeah, you were a bit of a jerk, but it’s not like I was mad. And even if I was, it’s all forgiven.”

“You’re supposed to be mad and screaming at me.”

“Do you want me to? I’ve been doing drama lately, so my vocal cords are really good. We can do the whole ‘old married couple screaming at each other’ thing.”

That made Cole laugh a little. Jay was exactly the same as he’d remembered, always cracking jokes and trying to make people smile. “No thanks, I prefer not getting kicked out of places.”

“You sure? We can even flip a table and throw coffee,” Jay sing-songed. 

“That’s a safety hazard. Coffee is really hot.”

Jay rolled his eyes and turned to the counter. “You want anything? I’m buying.”

“No, I’m buying, since I’m the one who was a jerk,” Cole stood up. 

“Nuh uh, oldest pays.”

“It’s only six months,” Cole glared. They were already back to their old dynamic, which was nice. He’d missed hanging out with Jay. 

“Six months is enough to be half the year.”

“Yeah, so you’re old?” 

Jay gasped in mock horror. “I am not old!“

“M’kay, grandpa.”

Jay stuck his tongue out at him. “We’ll split it fifty-fifty,” he said. 

“Fine.”

~

A hot chocolate and muffin later, it was past two in the afternoon. Cole shot up when he saw the time — he had to be back home soon!

“I’m sorry, Jay, but I have to go,” he packed up his stuff and closed the backpack.

Jay looked at him understandingly. “Your dad’s gonna be back and you have to get home.”

“Yep,” Cole said. He pulled a little box out of his pocket and handed it to Jay. Hopefully the stuff inside wasn’t messed up from being jostled around. “Here, this is for you. A goodbye present.” He pressed the box into Jay’s hand.

Jay looked at it curiously. “What is it?” He asked. 

“I already told you,” Cole said. “It’s a goodbye present.”

“But what’s in it?”

“You’ll have to figure it out yourself,” Cole smirked. He gave Jay a hug and ran out the door. He hoped that Jay liked the bracelet.

#bruise childhood friends au #ninjago #ninjago fic #ninjago au #lego ninjago #jay walker #cole brookstone #cole hence #ninjago cole #ninjago jay #ninjago fanfiction #cole ninjago #jay ninjago #kit's writing #I am unhappy with the ending but I ran out of juice so this is what you get

[jungk0oksthighs]

Against The Odds | Best Friend

Pairing - jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader

Genre - smut, angst, fluff, established relationship, ceo!jungkook, ceo!reader, attorney!taehyung

Word count - 2.4k

Drabble 3 - Jungkook and Taehyung have a drink

warnings: swearing, angst, unrequited feelings & stress

FULL SERIES COLLECTION

Jungkook and Taehyung are sitting at their usual booth in Black Swan, five beers into the night when Jungkook decides he can’t take it any longer, furrowing his brows when he nears the end of his drink.

“You know you can tell me anything right…” He settles for a friendlier approach than just asking his best friend outright ‘what the fuck is wrong with you recently?’

Taehyung has been acting…strange of lately. When Jungkook really thinks about it he’s been acting out of the norm for a couple of months now, the once usually bright and bubbly attorney seems almost…sad. It’s like his personality has done a quick one eighty into being an introverted, closed book. Maybe he’s overthinking it – he has been stressed recently what with the constant wedding planning and babysitting of your nephew Charlie. Trying to balance all that with his demanding career has been difficult, but even then he knows that his best friend is hiding something from him.

“Why are you being weird?” Taehyung chuckles, playfully sighing into the vape-clouded air, “If there was something wrong I would tell you man, don’t worry.”

Except Jungkook is worried, very much so. Is it him? Is he talking about the wedding too much? Has he missed something important? The CEO of Jeon Industries is somewhat of an expert at overthinking, he takes pride in being in control that’s arguably one of the reasons he’s so damn good at what he does. But he’s drawing a blank, he has no idea what’s wrong with his best friend he just knows that something isn’t right.

“Sorry if I’ve been talking about the wedding too much…” He clears his throat awkwardly, eyes boring into the other man’s face for any kind of an answer to his silent questions.

Taehyung nods slowly, cocking his head to one side, “Don’t apologise you haven’t been that bad to be fair to you,” His shoulders bounce with silent laughter, “Besides it’s a big deal you getting married…you’re allowed to talk about it. It would be strange if you didn’t.”

“Right…” Jungkook takes a beat, he doesn’t want to pry too much but at the same time this is eating him alive, “But if there’s something going on with you, you can tell me. I feel like all we talk about these days is my life, what’s new with you?”

Taehyung leans back on the leather seat with an exasperated sigh, “I don’t know what to tell you Guk, I’ve been swamped with work recently that’s pretty much it.”

“And work is okay?” He tries again, desperate to get to the bottom of this.

Tae nods in agreement, calling over a nearby shot girl, “Hi darling can we get another round please? And a whiskey each too.”

“Whiskey on a Thursday night…” Jungkook tongues his cheek, now he knows something’s wrong for sure, “None for me thanks, just another beer.” He witnesses the flash of surprise on his best friend features and tries to justify himself, “I don’t wanna go back to the apartment hammered, Charlie is sleeping over.”

“Ahhh… Again.”

“Mmm.”

It’s not that he doesn’t love your nephew because he does, it’s not that he doesn’t want to spend time with him because again he does. It’s just… Jungkook would be lying if he said the way Namjoon is using you as a constant babysitter for his son doesn’t bother him. He understands of course, Charlie needs you, and you need him. But the way your ex-boyfriend expects you to look after him when he’s busy is somewhat…infuriating. He’s learned to bite his tongue though, you’re so stressed out with the wedding and work and practically raising Charlie that he knows if he’s to voice his opinion on the matter it would only upset you - which is the last thing he wants to do.

“Y/N is too caring for her own good sometimes…” Taehyung knocks back the whiskey as though it’s water, both whiskeys that were brought to the table gone in less than ten seconds, “She should just tell Namjoon to fuck off and look after his own son, Charlie isn’t her responsibility.”

“Mmm…” Jungkook nods in agreement because that’s exactly how he feels too, he’s just too afraid to say it out loud, “Yknow at first it didn’t bother me but now it feels like I never see her one on one. Is that selfish of me?”

“Not at all,” Tae is quick to comfort him with a small shake of his head, “Talk to her about it, tell her how you feel before it spirals into something worse...don’t wanna leave it too late.” Taehyung looks away, the Adam’s apple in his throat bobbing.

“I guess…I just don’t want her to think I’m being an asshole about it.”

At this Taehyung makes a noise that can only be described as a scoff and a snort, though he looks unamused, “She’s madly in love with you man, she’d never think that of you.”

“Oh I don’t know…” Jungkook chuckles to himself, awkwardly swirling the beer around the glass bottle.

“Have you guys been fighting or something?” Taehyung’s eyes snap to his best friend, wide with curiosity.

“No, no…we never really fight it’s just-, she’s got a lot on her plate right now with the possibility of Ruth getting out of Cypher and if I—”

“Her sister is getting out of the nut house? Since when?”

Cursing under his breath Jungkook scrunches his eyes shut, “Shit, she asked me not to say anything…fuck, don’t say anything please. I think that’s probably enough alcohol for me.”

“Why did she ask you not to say anything?” Taehyung’s tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth, if Jungkook didn’t know any better he’d say he looks offended by the notion.

“No that’s not what I meant-, well it is… I said to her I could ask you for advice, see if you’ve seen anything similar to her situation in court and ask you what the next steps usually are but she said no. Please don’t say anything to her, I don’t want to upset her.”

“I won’t say anything, it’s not like I really see her much these days anyway.”

“Thanks man… I didn’t realise I was so stressed out about the whole Charlie and Namjoon situation. Sorry for rambling…” A pang of guilt his Jungkook’s chest, you only want to do what’s best for your nephew – he knows that. He just wishes you didn’t let your ex-boyfriend walk all over you in the process.

Taehyung hums in response, “Then let’s stay out tonight? You can always sleep at my place if you get too wasted to go home.”

“Ah I don’t know…”

“You look like you could do with a night off Guk, you said yourself you’re stressed.”

Jungkook exhales with puffed out cheeks, “I am.”

But even though he’s stressed and overwhelmed right now, he doesn’t want to leave you alone for the night with a teething Charlie. When’s your night off? When do you get a break? Between planning the wedding and everything else you’ve been swamped lately, it wouldn’t be fair of him to stay out tonight. Would it? You did go out with Taehyung a few weeks ago… He sighs again, rubbing inked fingers to his temples. Maybe a night out with Taehyung is what he needs? And maybe he’ll finally get to the bottom of what’s been bothering his best friend recently too…

“I’ll stay out on one condition…” Jungkook’s gaze land on Taehyung’s face, “You tell me what’s been bothering you recently.”

“I told you—”

“Bulllllshit! I know something’s wrong with you man, you’ve gone from Mr Party to Debbie Downer. I’m serious what’s up with you? Is it work?”

Taehyung’s lips purse together awkwardly, “No. I uh-, okay… I have this friend going through some shit right now and I guess it’s consumed my life a little. I feel bad for him.”

Kook nods, wanting to understand more about what’s got his bestie so glum, “Who is it?”

“Well it’s not really a friend-, it’s a client. Yeah, a client. So I can’t tell you his details…but, he’s going through it right now and I want to help him, I do, fuck I wish I knew what to do but…it’s just-, his situation is difficult and I don’t know how to help him.”

“What’s his situation? Maybe I can help?” Jungkook hangs on to every word spoken, doe-eyes narrowed and focussed solely on Taehyung.

A humourless, somewhat sad laugh leaves his lips, “You can’t.”

“Try me. C’mon if it’s affecting you this much he’s clearly a good guy and a good friend to you, right? Let me help.”

Taehyung laughs again but this time it sounds more pained, maybe even a little defeated, “Alright but you know I can’t tell you his details, attorney confidentiality and all that.”

“That’s fine.” Jungkook offers a reassuring smile.

“My client…he’s-, well he’s got it bad for this girl. But the girl is strictly off limits to him, never gonna happen not in a million years, right?” Taehyung speaks with his hands emphasising his clients problem, “And he knows that, he’s not delusional he knows that it’s never gonna happen. But he still can’t stop thinking about her, when he sees her it’s like…Fuck, I don’t even know how to describe it.”

“Well how did he describe it?”

An amused puff of air leaves Taehyung’s nostrils, “He said that when he sees her it’s like all logic goes out the window. There’s something about her he just can’t get out of his mind… He knows it’s wrong, he knows it’ll never happen, he knows she’s not into him like that—”

Jungkook cuts him off with a pointed finger, “How does he know it’ll never happen? Has he spoken to her? Maybe he’s just assuming the worst.”

“Nah, she’s with someone else.”

“Oh shit that does change things…” Kook sighs knowingly, fuck, that does sound rough. He can’t even imagine what that must be like…it would be like him having to watch you being happy with someone that’s not him. He shudders at the thought, “But is she happy with this other person?”

Tae’s voice is low and sympathetic, barely audible, “Very.”

Jungkook leans back in his seat, hands roughly gripping his suit-clad thighs, “Well…” He clicks his tongue, not entirely sure where he’s going with this, “Tell him to grow up. If it’s never gonna happen and she’s already in a happy relationship he needs to do the right thing and let it go.”

“He’s tried, he’s been trying to do that for so long…this is what I mean I just don’t know what to do.” Taehyung groans before adding, “To help him. I don’t know what to do to help him.”

Jungkook nods when he sips his beer, sympathising with Tae’s client completely, “The way I see it is…She’s happy with someone else, the games over. Maybe if she wasn’t happy there would be some wiggle room but…if she’s happy, he needs to be a man about it and move on. It’s similar to if Namjoon was still pining after Y/N while she’s with me, yknow? Never gonna happen.”

“Well…it’s not exactly similar, Joon is Y/N’s ex-boyfriend there’s already pre existing feelings involved.” Taehyung cracks his neck, “This guy isn’t an ex of hers.”

“Okay, well for arguments sake then that’s like if… I don’t know, it’s like if you had feelings for Y/N even though she’s with me. Would just be a dick move yknow? Man needs to get over it before he ends up acting on his emotions and jeopardises her happy relationship.”

“He would never act on it—"

“So he’s just going to mope around his whole life and pray that she breaks up with the guy she’s with now?” Jungkook scoffs, “C’mon I feel for the guy yeah, it must be dreadful, but…if he doesn’t want to act on it and knows it’s not plausible in the first place. What’s the point stressing about it? He needs to get a fucking grip.”

Taehyung nods understandingly before his brows pinch together, he sucks in a breath of air before delivering a question that changes everything.

“But what if it was you? For arguments sake…if you had to watch someone you love be with someone else, when all you want to do is get her out of your mind and get over it. What would you do?”

Kook contemplates his answer for a moment, cocking his head to one side, “You didn’t say this guy loved her. That changes things…I’ve only ever loved one woman Tae… and the idea of losing her...” He can’t even imagine what Taehyung’s client is going through, he almost lost you once and it near killed him, “Fuck, you’re right…I can’t help you. Poor guy…”

“So…that’s why I’ve been a little stressed recently.”

“Understandable, guess we should count ourselves lucky that we’re not him.” Jungkook chuckles, calling another waitress to the booth, “Two beers and two whiskeys please, thanks.”

Taehyung grins, Kook is sure that’s the first time he’s seen him genuinely smile in a long time, “You’re staying out?”

“I said I would if you told me what was up, and you did...” Jungkook nods, sliding his phone from his pocket to send you a quick text message telling you not to wait up for him, “I know, I’m a good friend.” He winks. “I just hope Y/N isn’t too mad at me staying out...”

“I’m sure she’ll be fine with it, she’s usually pretty understanding.” Tae nods slowly and knowingly.

Jungkook smiles contently, “Yeah. I’m a lucky guy.”

“Very.”

x

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[librosamarillos]

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chapter 15:i still get jealous

Maegor Targaryen x OC

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Tags: hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, angst, mature themes, targaryen incest, violence, Maegor is a red flag himself, characters are ooc probably, MINORS DNI

Court had been in nervous unrest ever since the news of rebellions hit them early in the morning and Rowan felt herself becoming more and more anxious, picking at her nails to distract herself. Her family were now on their way back home, as they did not want to leave their seat unattended for longer than it needed to be and for fear of rebels taking over. She convinced herself that it would be better if she stayed, safer. Her father seemed to be in favour of the idea, after speaking to the dowager Queen, no doubt. She often wondered just how close they were, since they’ve known each other for all these years, before she was even born. He was on the fence before, she couldn’t blame him because she felt the same way, but whatever Visenya had told him seemed to convince him she’d be safer here. 

She planned to tell her she accepted, when she had the time to speak. With everything going on, she was busy talking to the King, advising him on what to do, but Rowan knew she was more scolding him than anything. The King was kind natured and soft spoken, traits the dowager Queen did not find appropriate for a man in his position. He appeared nervous, and if she could notice, so would the rest of the court. She could not blame him, he had his father’s shadow looming over him the second the crown touched his head and it would continue to do so until he died. He had a huge name to live up to and she did not envy him at all. She’d be a nervous wreck too.

Part of her was giddy with excitement for her new role, as it meant she’d be close to Visenya again, the woman who had become a second mother to her all these years. As much as she dreaded the feelings of envy and jealousy that would arise whenever she saw Maegor and Ceryse, she’d get over them with time, right? Eventually it would stop hurting, especially if she kept herself busy and distracted. 

She was supposed to meet Lana and they would go pick up Ceryse from her chambers so they could have their tea in the gardens, but Lana seemed to be running late. It didn’t bother her much, she had more time to think about how she’d bring up the news of her staying. She let out a small gasp, stopping her light walking abruptly. The thumb she had been nervously picking at drew blood, the sting startling her enough to not notice the young man bumping into her.

“Forgive me, my lady! I did not expect you to stop so suddenly!” a smooth voice said, holding onto her shoulders gently, before letting go.

Rowan turned around in surprise, her eyes meeting the kind green eyes of a man that was familiar in some way. He was the son of Lord Loren Lannister, the former King of Casterly Rock, a knight, if she was not mistaken, but she could not recall his name. He was not dressed in armour, rather a rich red tunic, adorned with golden embroidery, typical of the Lannister style.

“O-oh, I’m sorry, my lord! I did not know someone was walking behind me, please excuse me!” she stumbled, apologising profusely for the encounter. 

“It was nothing, my lady, I should’ve been more careful.” he smiled “I do not believe I’ve had the pleasure to be introduced to you. My name is Tybolt Lannister.” his voice was smooth and his eyes were kind, and he held out his hand for her to place hers into.

“Ser Tybolt, if I remember correctly? I’m Rowan Evergreen.” she smiled, placing her hand in his, to which he placed a small kiss onto the back of.

“That would be correct, Lady Evergreen, I’m honoured to meet your acquaintance. You’re the cousin of Finn, no?” he grinned, holding onto her hand a little longer than she had expected.

“Yes, my lord.” she smiled again at the mention of her cousin. “How do you know Finn?” she asked, curiosity getting the best of her.

“We met out in the city earlier this week. He mentioned his cousin whom he was waiting for, and as I’ve been introduced to all of his siblings, I assumed that the cousin was you.” he answered, his tone soft.

“Yes, that would be me.” she replied, an awkward silence falling after.

He seemed quite handsome up close, with his blond wavy hair falling onto his shoulders. His hair could truly resemble the many of a lion, it looked so soft and luscious, she knew many ladies would kill to have hair that gorgeous. His face was bright and clean shaven, his lips turned up to form a charming smile, while his eyes searched for something in hers. For a moment Rowan froze, not knowing what to do or say, but Tybolt beat her to it, before she said something awkward.

“Forgive me, my lady, if I might be so bold as to ask if you will remain in court for a while longer?” he asked, eyebrows raised.

“Oh… I will be staying here for some time my lord. Might I ask, why?” she felt curious again.

“It would be because I’d have something to look forward to then, my lady. If it would not offend you so, I would like to get to know you.” he smiled brightly, a soft flush covering his cheeks.

“I-I would not mind, lord Tybolt.” was all she managed to say, stunned at how forward he was, the pain in her thumb long forgotten.

“Then I’ll be very happy to see you around lady Evergreen.” he placed another kiss on the back of her hand before taking his leave.

Rowan stood there, stunned as to what just happened. She did not have much time to think, as a very amused Lana made her way to her, smiling suggestively, arms crossed.

“Well well well, what was that all about, lady Evergreen?” she asked, approaching her.

“What was what about?” she asked, still too stunned to form a thought.

“Oh, don’t play dumb, Rowan.” she playfully smacked her arm. “I’m talking about the handsome knight that was just flirting with you so shamelessly! A Lannister too? Well? Don’t keep me hanging, what did he say?” she grinned, eager to get a response.

“Nothing, he just bumped into me, and introduced himself. But flirting? I don’t think he was flirting with me.” Rowan stuttered a bit, the idea being too foreign to her. “He just said he’d like to know me better.”

“Because he wants you two to be friends?” she asked, sarcastically, while holding onto her arm to walk to Ceryse’s room. “Come on, you felt it too, men don’t say that for friendship Rowan, he’s into you! Oh, Ceryse is gonna have a laugh, come on.”

“Hey, maybe he was just being nice! You don’t know that- don’t speak so loudly, someone might hear you!” she scolded softly.

“Someone like Tybolt?” she teased again. 

They soon made their way to Ceryse’s chambers and Lana knocked on the door, excited to have their friend join in all the teasing, but they were met with silence.

“Ceryse? Are you there? It’s me and Lana.” Rowan said softly to the door.

A small ‘come in’ was heard, and she looked at the brunette next to her, worry painted on both their faces, before she pushed the door open. From the tone of her voice, she had expected to be met with sadness, but instead, Ceryse seemed to be seething with anger.

“Are you alright?” Rowan asked, worried.

“What happened?” Lana asked, surprised to see her this way.

“Same thing that happens every moon.” Ceryse replied curtly. “Much to my lord husband’s disappointment, as he has made it clear.”

“Oh, Ceryse, I’m sorry…” Rowan went to comfort her, which she gladly accepted.

“He all but called me barren to my face.” she spat out, anger still evident.

“He what? What a prick!” Lana gasped.

“Do not listen to him.” Rowan offered, surprise still evident in her eyes.

“What if he’s right? He’s been coming here every night for a year and I’ve nothing to show for it. What if I truly am barren?” Ceryse’s anger left her for a moment, replaced with worry.

Rowan was at a loss for words. How could Maegor be so careless and crude with his words, when Ceryse has been nothing short of a proper and loyal wife? Why was he so impatient to the point of such cruelty? He promised her he’d be kind, he promised. She frowned.

“I don’t think so. Things like this can sometimes take years, everyone knows this.” Lana walked up to them both, rubbing Ceryse’s shoulder.

“I know… I just hate that he’s acting like this. I thought we had at the very least, an understanding of each other. What has gotten into him, gods!” her anger returned.

“It’s easier for him to put the blame on you, because then he doesn’t have to think it might be his fault that you aren’t with child yet. In the Citadel I read that stress can play a huge role in this. With everything going on with his father and brother, the rebellions, I wouldn’t be so quick to call you barren.” Rowan spoke softly, trying not to betray any idea of friendship between her and the prince.

Ceryse leaned into her, calming down a bit. She bit her lip for a moment, her frustrations clearly far from gone.

“I cannot stand the way the dowager Queen stares at me so disapprovingly, so expectantly. It’s like they’re both waiting, keeping any affection or respect at bay until I present them with a child. His mother is definitely feeding into this, I cannot expect it otherwise.” she sighed, but then looked up at Rowan, her blue eyes curious. “What did she want, by the way? The other day, something to do with your father?” she asked.

Rowan felt her shoulders tense slightly, not expecting the question. Would this be an appropriate time to bring it up? But if she didn’t she’d be a liar. The last thing she wanted to do was lie to her. As if she wasn’t already lying by omission by not mentioning her past with her husband. Rowan anxiously played with a bracelet before she spoke up.

“Kind of, yes. She made an offer to my father, to take me as her lady in waiting. She said that since my father has been a loyal advisor and confidant, that she wished to reward him by having me stay in the capital in her service.” she said, hoping she didn’t stutter.

“Really?” Lana asked, surprised. “I didn’t think she ever had a lady in waiting!”

“That’s incredible! Rowan, this is huge, not many women get to have such freedoms such a position offers.” Ceryse said, grabbing onto the hand that was holding hers. “It would be foolish not to accept it.”

“I was on the fence about it… with all the rebellions, but my father was also convinced that I’ll be safer here.” she confessed.

“So you’ll accept, right?” Lana asked, her honey brown eyes scanning her.

“Yes. I wanted to talk to her grace, but with everything, I did not wish to bother her.” 

“How exciting! I’m so glad you’ll stay here for longer than a few moons!” Ceryse’s mood perked up. “Although…”

“What? What is it?” Lana asked, curiously looking at the blonde.

“From what I’ve heard, the last ladies in waiting did not last long… I hope she’s not so harsh on you.” Ceryse looked at her, worried.

“I think I’ll be alright, but if not, I won’t be too sad to return home to Starfall.” she offered her a grateful smile to ease her worry.

“But I’d love to have you around here. You’ve no idea how lonely it can get without you two.” Ceryse smiled and Rowan squeezed her hand.

“There’s someone else that would love to have lady Evergreen around.” a playful smile tugged on Lana’s lips.

“Gods, Lana, come on!” Rowan protested, her cheeks feeling hot.

“What’s this about?” Ceryse raised her eyebrows, clearly entertained by what was going on. “Well go on, tell me, I’m in need of cheering up, no?” she playfully pushed on Rowan’s shoulder.

“A certain Tybolt Lannister was flirting with Rowan, just a bit ago. I heard him say he’d be honoured to get to know her better and saw him smiling like an idiot.” Lana went on to describe the happenings to Ceryse, who missed it.

“He was just smiling, it’s nothing like that!” she protested. 

“Oooh, Rowan, he’s the handsome one in the family! And you’ve caught his eye? How exciting is that?” Ceryse giggled, her anger long gone, now replaced with lighthearted curiosity. “Well, what do you think about him?” she urged.

Rowan paused, clearly embarrassed with all the attention.

“I- I barely even had a conversation with him, he bumped into me in the hallway. I cannot say I’ve caught his eye at all. Surely Lana exaggerates!”

“I think you’re in denial Rowan.” she stuck her tongue out to her as Ceryse laughed.

“Why such shyness? You’re lovely, why wouldn’t he be smitten?” Ceryse rubbed her shoulder. “Surely you’ve caught his eye, but has he caught yours?”

“I heard he was recently knighted! Now that’s attractive, no?” Lana teased her further.

Rowan felt her whole face heat up. In truth, she never thought of anyone other than Maegor, ever. No matter how much she tried to push past it and move on, he truly was everything to her, to the point she couldn’t even bring herself to think of anyone else in a romantic sense. It was irresponsible, she knew it, she was now nine and ten, most ladies already betrothed and wed. She knew she would eventually receive an offer, but purely for a political or monetary reason, never a romantic one. Her heart already belonged to someone and it would cause her so much pain, as it already had, but to bring another person into her mess? That would be so cruel. 

But Tybolt was merely being polite, she doubted he was any type of smitten with her, why would he? She gave no such aura of being someone worth swooning over, let alone from the first time meeting. It would be so shallow, they did not know each other. Then again, perhaps she was looking for ways out, to avoid confronting the idea of moving on. For how long could she run away from it really? She tried not to think about it much while she laughed along with her friends.

It was a bittersweet feeling, to cheer her friend up next to the very bed she tried so hard to not think about. She couldn’t bring herself to look at it even for a second. She was relieved the subject had changed from Maegor’s cruel words to Tybolt Lannister’s hair, as it meant she no longer had to walk around her words. Her heart hurt when she pictured Maegor that way. In her eyes he was the most amazing person in the world, but with how he treated his wife, her friend, that image began to crack dramatically. She wanted so badly to blame it on stress over his father’s death, but no matter how frustrated he was, he never should’ve taken it out on Ceryse in such a way. Would it be meddling if she talked to him about it? Was it not overstepping if she did? Ceryse was more than capable of handling herself. She was smart and strong willed, surely she would put him in his place if he said something like that again.

Still, Rowan felt protective over her friend. 

Steam was practically coming out of Maegor’s ears, he was so angry. He stomped all the way to his mother’s solar, the guards at her door all but shivering away. How pathetic. He didn’t hesitate to push open the doors, his eyes scanning the room to find his mother. She was sitting at her desk, the quill still in her hand, as she turned to look at him, a bewildered expression on her face.

“I’m assuming there’s a reason you barged in here without knocking?” she asked with a raised eyebrow, almost amused at her son.

“Who’s this Lannister boy? Tybolt? Why is he in court?” he spat out, trying to stifle his rage.

His mother put the quill down, crossing her legs. She was more amused than anything.

“Tybolt Lannister? He’s the second son of Loren, the former King of the Rock. Quite a charming and handsome young man I’d say. Why all this sudden animosity?” she asked.

Maegor had to bite down his tongue to not raise his voice. What reason did his mother have to think so favourably over that pathetic oaf?

“Did you know he all but threw himself onto Rowan? Flirting with her out in the open, asking her if she were to stay, smiling at her like he wants her! He’s a little punk, that’s all he is! Why is he even still in court? Everyone’s leaving? Why’s his ass not in Casterly Rock?” he spat out, unable to control his rage.

His mother let out a sigh and pinched her nose bridge. She gave him a look of annoyance.

“First of all, you’re acting insane. Secondly, he’s here because he was recently knighted and wants to join your cause to crush the rebellion. He’s on our side.” she paused for a moment, giving her son a look of what he made out to be pity. “Third of all… Maegor, did you think she’d remain in solitude forever?”

Maegor scoffed, hating the feeling of his own mother, his biggest supporter, pitying him.

“What are you implying? That it’s fine he pursues her?” his anger rose again.

“I’m saying that she’s a beautiful young lady, it’s normal that she would have admirers. She’s of age to be wed, why would he not approach her?” she asked, getting up in the meantime to approach her son.

Maegor frowned deeply, shaking his head.

“No. No, no, he’s not worthy to even look at her.” he spat out, eyes pointed to the floor.

“And who is? You?” she asked, her tone sharp.

“Yes, me.” his head shot up, his eyes wild. “I know her better than I know myself, and unlike that pathetic excuse of a knight I can protect her, I can keep her safe! You, of all people, know very well that it was her that was meant to be by my side and me by hers! She was supposed to be my-”

“But she’s not!” his mother’s booming voice shut him up. “I know it still hurts you both greatly, I know. It hurts me to see you two so miserable, but it is done Maegor! You are not the one in charge of her protection. That’s her father, and he entrusted that to me. You’re not the one who decided who shall have her hand either- the man just talked to her, for crying out loud! If she’s happy with him, let them be. Let it go. You cannot expect her to be alone and miserable for the rest of her days.” she said, scanning his face.

Maegor bit down on his tongue so hard it nearly drew blood, his knuckles white from how hard he was squeezing his fists. He was shaking with rage at the mere fact that he dared lay a kiss on her hand- just who did that punk think he was? His mother took his hands in hers, meeting his eyes. She rubbed his hands softly, silently urging him to calm down.

“Take to the skies to clear your mind. It’s always helped me with my anger.” she said, her tone now much softer. “Go on. And try not to yell at anyone on your way there.” she added.

Maegor could only nod as he began to make his way around the unfinished castle, before pausing for a moment. From the top of the balcony, he could see the woman who was haunting his every thought. She was walking in the gardens, hand in hand with Ceryse and Lana, giggling about something. He was still angry with his wife- more so frustrated with her. And now she had the privilege to hold Rowan by the hand and laugh with her. He was jealous of his own wife- his mother was right to think him pitiful. His anger rose again, thinking about what they were probably talking about.

He stomped all the way to the hill Balerion was laying in, feeling the heat that was emanating from his scales reach his face. The great beast sensed his rider when he came closer, his giant eyes opening to focus on him. As if sensing his intentions, he lifted his head, urging Maegor to climb onto the saddle, which he did without hesitation. With a single word, Balerion took to the skies, ground shaking beneath him as he did. 

Maegor breathed, running his gloved hand along his scales. He was hit with thoughts of his father. He wondered how many times he did the exact same thing, taking to the skies to calm his anger, but from his own memory and his mother’s comments, he only took to the skies for purpose, not for leisure. He wondered how he felt when he first claimed him, when he first felt the wind through his hair, the freedom to be above everyone else, the power to annihilate anyone. Then he became bitter again, knowing he’d never know, since he was no longer there, and when he was, Maegor was a mere afterthought. His anger rose again when he thought that Aenys might’ve known, since he was so near and dear to his father’s heart. At his frown, Balerion let out a mighty roar, like he was telling him that he knew, that he felt his rage, that he understood him.

He had wanted Balerion ever since he was a boy. He wanted him, to prove to his father, to everyone, that he was worthy of being the conqueror’s son. That he was the most worthy heir. That he should be his heir instead. And now he had him. They were in the air together, mindlessly flying around, and he was his, the mightiest of dragons, the last to see Old Valyria. Not only him, he also held Blackfyre, the legendary sword his father held. The symbols of his father’s power were now in his hands, not Aenys. The only remaining one was the crown of Valyrian steel, the one his half-brother so foolishly left behind in favour of that golden frivolous thing he wore. 

He was in a dilemma with Aenys. He wanted to take the throne for himself, he wanted it ever since he was a child, he knew he was more worthy. But Aenys welcomed him with open arms, not with the suspicious eyes of their father, nor the perplexed gaze of his aunt. He was pathetic, he could not deny it, but he wanted to be better. Maegor didn’t know what to make of him just yet. His mother assured him that one day, he’d sit the throne, that he was destined for it, but that would mean Aenys would be disgraced or dead. And the more he thought of it, the less favourable those options became. He’d give him a chance, as he promised Rowan he would.

And Rowan, his Rowan, who looked even more beautiful by the day, how would he handle having her so close? How could he bear the thought of another taking her away? Or making her happy and giving her children? Sensing his rage, Balerion let out another roar and Maegor wanted to scream with him. All he could think about was how he’d tear this Lannister punk from limb to limb, that he’d take his hair out one by one, his nails too. He’d make him suffer for even thinking he was good enough to be in her presence. He was beneath her in every possible way. 

He wondered if Rowan ever felt that way about Ceryse, but he doubted it. Even if she was jealous, she was too kind. Not to mention, she was becoming closer with Ceryse. Was she not jealous? Was she not going insane? He was, at the mere thought of another man touching her hand, what did she think of all the things he was doing with his wife? Did she know that every night, it was her he was closing his eyes and dreamed of? That it was her he thought of to make himself go through his duty every night for an heir? That only she could take him to that sweet release and no one else? Was she secretly glad that Ceryse wasn’t pregnant yet? He wouldn’t blame her. He would never blame her for anything.

He held onto the reins tighter when he thought of the future. Who would have the honour to take his Rowan to wife? The thought killed him, it made him want to jump off Balerion to his own end, than to ever have to see her with another. All he wanted was to hold her. He wanted to take her to the skies ever since he was a boy, to show her the cities from above, to give her that feeling of freedom, to hold onto her on the saddle and cover her in kisses. But here he was, alone and angry. 

He then wondered how many times his mother did the same, taking to the skies with Vhagar to clear her mind. He knew how she felt about his father and his aunt. He did not push her to talk about it, but he knew. He truly took after her, he guessed, as this was very relaxing. He ran his hand through the warm black scales, earning a noise of content from the black dread. 

He really felt pathetic in that moment as the anger melted away with the clouds. He was still so resentful and angry at his father, for ignoring him, for pushing him and his mother away in favour of his ‘other’ family, for only paying attention to him when he deemed him worthy, and yet he craved those moments of approval like nothing else in the world. His approval was the only reason he did not push the matter of marrying Ceryse any further and where had that gotten him? His father barely made moves to be better and now he was dead and gone and Maegor was stuck in a miserable marriage, having to watch his love from afar. His father even dared suggest he disgrace his Rowan by taking her as a mistress. He never felt anger that strong, that blinding before. He still remembered that moment so clearly. The satisfaction of beating his own father, the mighty conqueror, down to the floor was unlike anything. So why did he miss him so terribly?

Why did he still feel like a boy, begging his father for attention, for approval, when he was now bigger than him, stronger than him in every way? It was a lot to process, perhaps why he avoided it for so long. He wanted nothing but to fall into Rowan’s embrace, her comforting hands running through his hair, just like when they were young. His brows furrowed.

He’d show her that the Lannister was not worthy of her attention, not even a second of it.

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

Not One of Many - Chapter Twenty One.

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Previous chapters - Prologue  One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen  Fifteen  Sixteen  Seventeen  Eighteen  Nineteen  Twenty

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Warnings - 18+ content, adult audience only. Minors DNI!

“A cow’s heart? A bloody, fucking cow’s heart?” Magda’s eyes were so wide, they took on the appearance of saucers. “Mental bitch. Please, find out where she lives so I can go pay her a visit. I’ll knock her flat.”  

As it was well known, Beth didn’t condone violence, but she appreciated the gesture of solidarity all the same. “Has anything else happened in the last week?”

She shook her head for lack of being able to speak for a moment, her mouth full of the olives they were sharing while they waited for their respective men to arrive at the bar they’d been sitting outside of for the last hour. It was the four of them, plus Marcus and his wife Della. “No, or at least, if she has been back then I wouldn’t have known. I’ve been at Alfie’s the entire time and when I’ve popped home to pick up more stuff, I haven’t had anything sinister waiting for me.”

“Can’t say I blame you for not being in a rush to head back,” Magda observed, spearing another olive and popping it into her mouth.  

Beth’s eyebrows twitched, her lips twisting into a smug grin. “I’m not, but it has little to do with Talia and everything to do with Alfie.”

Her friend read between the lines sufficiently. “Mucky cow!”

“What? We’ve been together for six weeks; we’re still very much in the shagging each other ragged stage.”

“Come on the, indulge me. When was the last time you had sex?”

Beth looked thoughtful for a moment. “What time is it now?”

“Eight minutes past seven.” Magda picked up a napkin and playfully whacked her thigh with it, shaking her head.  

“About six hours ago.” The look on her besties face had Beth in stitches. “What?”

“You and your lunchtime nookie!”

“I didn’t fancy a salad.”  

“Oh, something more meat based, is what the lady called for?”

“It was definitely what my vagina was hankering after.” They both cracked up completely at that, Magda reaching to grip her thigh as she wailed with laughter. “Seriously, it’s him! He brings out the cock hungry slut in me. I’ve never been the kind of girl who wants it every day, I have things to do, I’m busy and so is he. But usually, we’ll have a quickie in the day and then something a little longer lasting at night, and it’s been like that for the last week. I’m loving it, but blimey, I’m sore!”

“Epsom salts, love. Put a handful in your bath water and it’ll help your poor, beaten up little cooch feel a little less like it’s had the sexual equivalent of being flung around a UFC octagon.” Magda couldn’t have timed that better, Beth spraying a mouthful of vodka and soda as she laughed, the comic reaction adding to her hilarious joke.  

“Jesus Christ!” she choked, spluttering as she wailed, Magda laughing so hard at her reaction, no sound came out. It was one of those moments she knew she wouldn’t forget in a hurry; just how damned funny her bestie was. It also took her mind off the fact that wherever she was while out of the house, Beth constantly wondered whether she was being watched or followed. If she let it take over her life, she knew stress would begin to form there, and that was something she’d be loathed to let Talia witness.  

Alfie was the next to arrive, shortly followed by Marcus and Della a few minutes later, then Dennis lastly twenty minutes later, exiting a cab and apologising profusely for being a little late. With their last person present and introductions given, the group walked down from the bar to The Ivy, where they had an outdoor table booked.

“Oi, I know what you’re doing, yeah. Stop that,” Alfie spoke quietly when he saw Beth turning to look around every few steps. “You can’t live your life literally looking over your shoulder. What can she do, ay? What can she possibly do other than make herself look like a complete nutter by sending pathetic attempts to rattle you, because she ain’t getting near you again, not physically anyway. You know I won’t let that happen, so don’t panic.”

“What about when I’m not with you?”

“Has she tried anything so far, when you’ve been out without me?” He had a point.  

She half smiled, gripping his hand a little harder. “No.”

“And what do you do if she does threaten your safety?”

“Pull my perfume out and spray it in her eyes.” He knew Beth wasn’t the type of girl who would physically fight back, not the same as Magda, who would have had no qualms about punching her straight in the mouth. A perfume bottle, as he reminded her, was a legal version of mace, though, and just as effective in disarming a would-be attacker. He hoped that Talia would never go to that kind of violent extreme, but he was questioning the state of her mental health to have done what she had so far. Her behaviour was far from truly sane, although he did still hope that she’d get bored and move on when she realised her actions weren’t doing anything other than casting a negative reflection upon herself.

Luckily, Beth wouldn’t have to worry about Talia and her antics for much longer, though, not for a while, at least. The purpose of the meeting that night was so that everyone could get to know one another before they all took a holiday together, their destination Alfie’s villa out in Santorini. It was a little last minute for Magda and Dennis, Alfie, Marcus and Della already prepared since they’d planned it months ago, back when Alfie had more than just one girlfriend. He was happy to be only taking Beth, though, and her friends as well who were quickly becoming his, too. He thought they Wilkinson’s were fantastic.  

The only hitch would be them arriving two days later than everyone else, on account of Magda not being able to get the full ten days off work required, so were flying out for a week instead. That mattered not to Beth; it had been a few years since she and her bestie had been away together, and after getting to know Della, too, they were all very much looking forward to it.  

“You know, out of all of Alfie’s girls I’ve met in the last few years, it was Talia I took to the least,” Della confided after they’d eaten, the women all congregated at one end of their table, the guys at the other, Marcus sharing a story that was currently causing Alfie’s booming laugh to fill the air. “I always thought she was snooty, very aloof with other women, not a girl’s girl at all. She’d have two faces, though, the one he’d see with the dazzling smile, and the one she’d surreptitiously show you whenever he wasn’t looking.” Beth had of course shared the current situation with her.  

“He’s such a sharp bloke, though! Surely, he saw it?” Magda voiced, shaking her head in wonder.  

“Like I say, Magda, she was sneaky with it, until her paranoia obviously forced her mask to slip. I mean, what Beth wrote in her article about the possibility of being part of a poly relationship making these women display such behaviour was a very valid point, but I believe she was like that all along and just kept it very well hidden. She wanted him all to herself, that girl. It’s why she’s seemingly unable to deal with your lovely friend here having just that. I do not doubt that she is questioning ‘why her and not me?’ over the way things have ended up.”

It hadn’t been lost on Beth, that this was likely the reason for her antics, the jealousy eating her up that she’d taken the place of three others in Alfie’s heart, but most of all her.  

“Yeah, absolutely that, you’re right. It’s the whole ‘what’s she got that I haven’t?’ going round in her head. Some women, they just live to compare themselves to others,” Magda chirped, Beth nodding vigorously as Della made a ‘ummhmm’ noise into her wine glass.

“I think if we’re brutally honest, we have to concede we all are, and it's how society wires us! I absolutely see it as a societal pressure, to be the best, to have it all.” Beth began, sipping her wine, about to sink her teeth into the topic. “I recently submitted an article reflecting such, in fact. No, but back to Talia. If she couldn’t see that it was her actions leading to the breakup, that isn’t on me. Like I said to Alfie on the night they broke up, whether she was like that all along, or whether his situation stirred it within her, the onus was still on her to adjust her behaviour in light of what she felt. She should have walked away when he told her he wasn’t about to cease enjoying Mimi and Amira together sexually, and why should’ve he?”

“I don’t want this to sound bitchy, or that I’m stirring or insinuating anything, but do you think he misses it, having multiple girls, perhaps on a sexual level? I’m sorry if that isn’t a question I should ask, but I just get the impression I can with you,” Della asked, taking her hand and squeezing to signify she meant absolutely nothing negative.

“No. I keep him very well catered to, sexually.”

Della smiled with mirth. “I sense you’re a naughty girl, Beth?”

Her eyebrows fluttered, her mouth tilting into a slight smirk.

“She’s bloody filthy!” Magda chimed. Della’s entertainment grew by the second.

“There's a reason why he calls me baby beast,” she began, the women all huddling a little closer, Della making a little noise of surprise. “He says I’m his sexual match, that he does things with me other women have never been comfortable enough for, never had the bravery to indulge in, but I trust him and that’s huge for him. He pushes me to my absolute sexual limits, we’re very adventurous with that. Honestly, he’s made me almost pass out before, it’s been so much! But he’s so experienced in it, how to treat someone submitting to him entirely that he’d never actually let that happen, and that in itself is a turn on. He’s just... he’s the best. I swear. Our sex life is wildfire!”

The woman gaped, open mouthed and giggling. “And I don’t mean to sound like one of those women who brags just how electric the sex she’s having is,” she was quick to add, Della waving her hand dismissively.

“Honey, we’ve been there, you’re all brand new and still raging for one another. Mind you, I expected for Marcus and I to calm down eventually and we never really have. It’s something about these powerful businessmen. They either have the desire to relinquish that control once in the bedroom, or they dominate in there, too. My husband is definitely the latter!”  

“I’m lucky if Dennis takes his bloody socks off,” Magda joked with an eye roll, the other women laughing raucously. “No, I joke. He’s still got the right stuff, my hubby. Usually when he’s had a few drinks and likes for me to blindfold him.”  

They sat swapping sex stories while enjoying more wine sent their way courtesy of Alfie, who winked at Beth, mouthing ‘love you’ at her, glad to see her and Della getting along well. It was very important to him, that she amalgamated into his world seamlessly. By the end of the night, the three women could barely wait to spend time with each other again in Greece two weeks from then, Beth and Alfie getting into a black cab, the former definitely feeling a little giddy from the wine.  

“Oh yeah?” he muttered quietly, looking between her and where her hand trailed very high up his leg.  

“Yeah. I’m so fucking cock hungry right now. You need to throw me down and fuck me as soon as we get home. I mean it, I want it brutal, I want it hot, I want everything you have to give me.” She ran her tongue up the side of his cheek, Alfie making a very appreciative face before turning to kiss her. “I’m wet just thinking of you being inside me.” Drunk Beth was naughty Beth, he was beginning to learn, her teeth nibbling at his earlobe, her hand discreetly pushing down her skirt and touching to the wetness within her underwear, removing it to push her dewy finger into his mouth.  

He rumbled a groan, his cock beginning to stir. “Oh, darlin’. You’re gonna get it.” Thank fuck the taxi ride was only nine minutes from The Ivy back to his home. As soon as they were through the door, they were wildly invested in undressing one another, Alfie pinning her against the wall, his hands gliding up her sides and pulling her top off, hers unfastening his shirt with the kind of impatience that led to it being ripped open, buttons scattered across the floor as they staggered along again, raging for one another.  

The kitchen was where they ended up, the island once again the location for their deviance, Alfie lifting her atop it after she’d shimmied out of her skirt and heels. His hands clutched at her thong, attempting to yank it clean off her, her teeth sharply prickling at his neck causing his cock to throb.

“Fuckin’ thing!” he growled when the material refused to relent, grabbing a knife from the block and sliding it between flesh and lace, literally cutting it from her. It was about the sexiest thing Beth had ever experienced, his hand yanking it away, pulling his cock from within the confines of his trousers and plunging into her with a hard thrust.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she cried out each time his hardness hit her deeply, filling her entirely to the hilt again and again as her inner muscles squeezed around him, enveloping him in slippery warmth. Pushing her back slightly he bent to lick and suck at her hardened nipples, pushing her all the way back until she was flat against the cold surface of the counter.

He then yanked off his trousers and boxers and vaulted up onto it, pushing her legs apart and plunging himself back into her, their mouths connecting again as he ran his fingers through her hair and began to pump into her at a furious pace. In her drunken state, he was everything and more that she needed, the weight of her man on top of her, the heat of his skin as it slid against hers, his thick cock ramming her voraciously as he groaned without reserve.  

Sliding his arm under her leg he then levered it up, her knee touching her shoulder and allowing for the kind of deeper penetration that made her virtually whimper with ecstasy, his hand gently clutched at her neck as they continued to kiss, every nerve ending within them ablaze of lust. It was so hot, so erotically charged that she felt light headed with pleasure, crying out breathlessly, his public bone grinding against her clit with every single thrust that invaded her. God, he knew how to fuck.

Looking up at him she felt her heart skip several beats, Alfie resting his forehead to hers and running his fingertips down her cheek before he began kissing and licking the side of her neck, Beth closing her eyes and feeling a hot, tight ball of pleasure start to pulse within her.

It was heated, primal, raw sex, their moans filling the kitchen as they kissed wildly, hands all over each other. “Oh god, ahhhh!” she cried out, her body tensing and moving against him in perfect sexual sync, her nails trailing sensuously down his back and her groans becoming louder, lost in the abyss of complete sexual euphoria.

Her breathing became ragged as he began moving so hard and quick within her dripping wet cunt that his guttural groans of an all-consuming, white-hot orgasm were the catalyst to her own, both beyond control as they slipped over the edge, the build-up now giving way to the utter divine.

“Fuck!” she screamed, her body jolting against his as the pleasure consumed her completely, her head falling back against the island as she closed her eyes, her head spinning. It had nothing to do with the alcohol she’d consumed either. This was one hundred percent cock drunk from being fucked so thoroughly. But Alfie being Alfie, she knew he would be nowhere near finished with her.

Taking her upstairs, he went about proving that to her immediately as well.  

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[aeoki]

High and Low: At World’s End - Chapter 13

Location: Outside ES II Characters: Hajime, Midori, Shinobu, Yuuta & Hiiro

Season: Autumn Writer: Akira

< Early the next morning in front of the “ES II” entrance, right after “Late Departure Group 3” arrives. >

Hajime: Ahh…

I’m so worried, just so worried… Tomoya-kun and the others are okay, right?

They’re not injured, are they? They’re having proper meals, right? They’re getting enough sleep at night, right? They’re not in any sort of trouble, are they?

Please say it is so, Takamine-kuuun!

Midori: Yeah… They’re fine. They’re probably fine.

Hajime: “Probably” isn’t good enough~! Please tell me they’re “definitely” fine!

Midori: Uhh, I can’t guarantee that… And if they’re actually not okay, then that’ll mean I’m lying and that’s way too much guilt for me to handle…

Hajime: Since you can’t guarantee that, that means things are looking bad for them, right? Does this mean I won’t be able to see Tomoya-kun and the others ever again? Uwaaaaah!

Yuuta: What on earth happened to Hajime-kun…?

Shinobu: Ahaha. Shino-dono is latched on to Midori-kun ~de gozaru ♪ Are you pretending to be a koala, Shino-dono?

Hiiro: Indeed. I thought Shino-kun had a more calm and relaxed personality.

One that watches over everyone warmly and tenderly like a mother.

I don’t really have many memories of my mother, so that’s just my guess. Mothers are usually written like that in books.

Yuuta: You don’t really remember your mother? Did she also pass away early like mine?

Hiiro: Indeed. I’m sure my older brother remembers what she was like, but I was a toddler who didn’t know anything about the world back then.

If I’m honest, I don’t even remember what she looked like.

Midori: Can you guys not talk about something so depressing right after arriving…?

It’s making me depressed. Makes me wanna die.

Hiiro: Indeed, I’m sorry. I’ll apologise if I made things gloomy.

I’m always like that. It’s a bad habit of mine.

Midori: That’s okay… I’m relieved Shinobu-kun and the rest of you guys got to Australia in one piece.

We’re getting a lot of stuff to do so we’re getting to the point where we can’t keep up… And Shino-kun gets more depressed as the days go by…

Hajime: That’s because I’m just so worried~! I haven’t gotten any news about Tomoya-kun and his group ever since that day!

Shinobu: I’m worried as well ~de gozaru… We were given a summary a little while ago, but actually, I got the gist of it after hearing Shino-dono rattling on and on about the situation.

Why are Tetora-kun and the others subjected to something like a punishment ~de gozaru?

Midori: We don’t know… We tried asking the staff at this “ES II” over and over.

But even though they’re also ES, no one knows about the happenings at the head office in Japan. Or more like, they’re not in a higher position to know stuff like that.

Hajime: Yes~... The staff at “ES II” were dispatched here sometime before and have been as busy as a bee in order to get things up and running.

It seems they hardly had any time to spare any attention to the head office.

Apparently, “ES II’s” priority is to firmly establish idol culture in Australia and doesn’t really know anything else.

Midori: Yeah… They did contact the ES in Japan for us.

But they responded with something like, “Just as it’s written in the proposal ES accepted, Tetora-kun and his group are just cast in a TV show, so there’s nothing to worry about~”

Hajime: Well, I suppose that’s true… It seems “High and Low” is an official project.

Hiiro: But according to what I’ve heard, Captain Nagumo and his group didn’t intend on being on that suspicious travel show, right?

Midori: Hmm… I smell a conspiracy…

Hiiro: Even if it is a conspiracy, why would anyone do such a thing?

Yuuta: …Well, we should try and look into the areas we’re curious about.

But putting that aside, we’ve got to fulfil our own work as well.

Hajime: That’s true too~... Uuu, you’re not worried about your older brother, Yuuta-kun?

Yuuta: Not really, he can basically survive anywhere.

Hajime: That’s not true, surely? Hinata-kun is a child the same age as you.

There's no way he’s not struggling after being tossed out to another country with little to no preparation, right?

He must be having such a difficult time. I think you’re a little heartless for not caring for your family member like that!

Yuuta: …Is he going to be rescued if I worry about him?

Hajime: That’s not what I’m saying but–

Yuuta: Do you think I’m really not worried about my brother?

Hajime: ………

Yuuta: But he’s really fine even if I don’t worry about him. He won’t ever abandon me, after all.

It’s just not possible. It’s always been like that and it’ll definitely be like that in the future, too.

Hajime: H-How can you be so sure? Is Hinata-kun an invincible hero or some kind of god?

Yuuta: A-Aniki’s always like that, so…

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[sunflower-sunshinesuperman]

The Diner

Part 2

Eddie Munson x Reader series

An: I’m not too sure where I want this series to go as an actual ‘series’ Im just letting what happens happen, any suggestions would be greatly appreciated lol

Also this part has been written for a while but I’ve been an extremely busy bee 🐝 and I’ve been desperate to just get this posted for you guys so if there’s any spelling errors etc. I apologise :)

Walking into the diner at 7:45pm the following night, you had a nice bounce in your step. Not only happy to be earning money, but happy to be out of the motel and have something to do with your time.

Hair up in a clean ponytail, clad in your baggy dungarees and old comfy, worn in trainers. "Hello honey, ready for tonight?" Patty gave you a warm welcome when you walked through the door.

"Of course!" She handed you an apron similar to hers, that you tied around your waist. "Ok and here's a notebook to take orders, coffee station is over here-"

She continued on walking around and showing you were everything was and how to check out customers properly.

"Now it's just going to be you and the chef tonight, it will probably be very quiet as it's so late. But anything you need just give me a call, I've written down my telephone number for you. Is that all alright sweets?" You nodded eagerly and smiled back in response.

The evening went on slowly with not too many people coming and going, most of them only making a pit stop or sitting after working their own late shifts and just enjoying a quiet cup of coffee.

Wilst wiping one of the tables you heard the bell above the door ring, with someone walking in and sitting on a stool at the counter.

You thought they could have been a girl from the back because of their dark long hair, but as you walked around the corner to greet them and take their order you realised it was a guy about you're age.

"Are you new?" He spoke softy his eyes getting slightly brighter as he looked at you. "Yeah just started this evening! Can I get you anything?" He looked at you deep in thought for a moment his big brown eyes analysing you.

Not really knowing what to say, you just stood there staring back confused. He really did have the prettiest eyes. His head resting on his knuckles, he tiredly spoke "coffee, however it comes." You gave him a closed mouth smile, getting straight to work making it. "Sure coming right up!"

You could feel those pretty eyes following your every move as you made it, maybe he just wants to make sure you're doing it how he likes it?

Once you'd finished it you placed it in front to him, noticing him adding lots of sweet 'n low. You busied yourself by keeping everything tidy, he stayed there for most of the evening, getting refills and just sitting lost in his own mind. But every now and then you felt his stare.

By the time you were ready to start closing up, he thanked you for the coffee and left cash on the counter, walking out into the darkness and up the street. You went over to put the cash in the til, he left way more money than he needed to and besides it was a note. Scribbled on a napkin that said "best coffee around, thank you :)" making you smile as the silly little smiley face he drew, greatful for the extra cash he left as a tip. What a strange sweet guy.

Working at the diner proved to be very tiring, but it was so worth it, working in the evenings suited you nicely not being much of a morning person. You had saved up a lot of your wages and tips.

Although not a lot, it was still enough to give you hopes towards maybe buying a trailer from the trailer park not far from town. And even if it's not exactly a 2 bedroom house, it would be nice to have somewhere to call home.

You didn't see the strange man from that one evening at the diner, and in a strange way you almost missed him just quietly sitting there whilst you went about your business, oddly keeping you company even though no words were really exchanged between the two of you.

Friends we're still a bit of a problem, mostly keeping to yourself during the day, not really leaving the motel unless you had to. And nights at the diner kept most of your interactions with other people short and sweet.

But other than occasionally helping Patty run errands and occasionally having dinner with her and her husband. You had briefly become close with a girl called Robin who worked at the video rental store, you frequented for those boring afternoons on your own. There was also a guy called Steve there who seems nice enough but he always seemed too busy flirting with groups of girls that came in, so safe to say you hadn't spoken to him much.

You often thought about re enrolling into school at Hawkins high after the summer ended, but didn't really see the point as you had a job anyway. Past the point of caring for all the trivial drama of high school students. You learned quickly that life has bigger fish to fry.

Tonight was an extra slow night at the diner so you decided to have a 'deep clean' of the cupboards to stop yourself from wanting to fall asleep. The only other person here was an older man keeping to himself reading all of todays newspapers.

The chef was as asleep sat in the kitchen as most people don't want a whole meal at 11:30pm. Although it did sound good after a long shift to you.

The bell went as the door opened, you stayed sat on the floor as you hurried to put everything back under the counter "are you hiding so you don't have to serve me coffee?" You heard a laugh from above.

You snapped your head up to see those beautiful puppy dog eyes, shining with amusement looking right at you.

He was hanging over the back of the counter, resting on his arms with his long wavy hair dancing over his face. "Oh no! I was just cleaning!" You spoke with a smile plastered on your face as you jumped up again.

He stayed where he was, with a very energetic look on his face. "Coffee?" You asked wiping your hands on your apron. "Since you're offering" he leaned back onto a stool drumming his hands onto the counter. playing a makeshift tune.

You huffed out a short laugh at his response. "You haven't been back in a while I didn't get a chance to thank you for the tip you left me." You spoke over your shoulder

"what tip? That was for the all the coffee?" This made you turn your head sharply to look at him "ohh.. I..I thought that-"

"Only teasing." He winked at you, making a small part of you swoon but more so sigh in relief, putting a hand on you heart at the thought of accidentally stealing money from the diner. "Don't do that I thought I was going to lose my job!" You laughed returning back to the coffee.

"so you been busy?" He lent forward resting his head in his heavily ringed fingers. "Hah. Clearly." You looked around the diner, both you and the boys eyes landing on the old guy with the newspapers, who was now snoring away with his head down. "Yeah very lively. Bet you're happy I'm here so you have someone to talk to!"

You shrugged your shoulders as you placed the mug in front of him. "I don't mind, I'm not much of a people person." You quietly spoke watching him put an another absurd amount of sweet 'n low into his coffee.

He must have a super sweet tooth. Eyes flicked up to meet yours "no? Well me neither. I mean I like people, people don't like me." He stated.

"why's that?" He seemed like a nice enough guy, clearly a metal head. But that meant nothing to you. "I don't know people think I'm a freak." He took a sip of his coffee.

"I don't think your a freak."

He went silent for a minute then laughed out playing with his hair, causing you to feel perplexed. "You don't know me well enough." "Well you never come in." You fired back smiling, making him grin back at you. "That's true I guess!" You laughed turning to return to tidying.

He seems nice enough so it is a shame that he doesn't come in the diner a lot. It's nice to have someone to keep you awake through the long evening.

"I've never seen you around though."

You looked at him once more as he eyed you up and down. You wonder what he's trying to see, he always seems to look at you like he's trying to figure something out.

"I only really go out if I have to. I've not been in Hawkins too long in all honesty, I moved here on my own." He held out his mug in a silent request for a refill which you obliged.

"On your own? you seem like you're the same age as me? Aren't you at school? Why'd you mover here?"

Amused by his interest and quick fire questions, all you can think to say is "it's a long story I won't bore you with, but I dropped out on my last year, didn't really see the point in re enrolling just for a silly certificate."

He spoke a quick "fair enough." With that same sparkle in his eye. "You're a very mysterious girl." He almost whispered making you pull a face "me? Definitely not!"

His fingers were working overtime picking and ripping apart a napkin as he looked deeply at you with that stupid grin on his face. "I think you're more interesting than you think you are."

You didn't know what to say to this so you just gave him a shy smile and turned to carry on getting ready to close the diner, why does your face feel hot?

The evening continued like this, with blissful banter and comfortable silences. By the time we went to leave he had tried to give you another tip which you politely declined much to his disappointment. "I'm just appreciative for the company." You spoke making him huff but accept that you wouldn't take his money. You both said your goodbyes and watched him walk out once more.

Walking towards the door to flip the sign to say 'closed' he came running back in, setting off your fight or flight reflex.

"God you scared the shit out of me!" He muttered a sheepish apology followed by him sticking out his hand towards you. "Eddie."

You smiled, reaching out to shake his hand. It swallowed your hand as he firmly gripped onto yours, his chunky rings cold against your hand in contrast to his very warm skin. "Y/n."

@chaos-incorp

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[marleysfinest]

Hi Marley I’ve missed u lately 🥺💗 i hope you’re doing well!

21, 22, 25 and 27 for the spicy self ship asks 😈

ahhhhhh I’ve missed u too!!!! so much has been going on shit has been BUSY and I need it to calm down!!!

21. How does your f/o taste?

this question alone is going to send me insane LMAO oh god……….. this is tough but I think…… he tastes clean, like beyond the good personal hygiene level he’s just very well groomed and has fresh breath….he’s like the sweetest crispiest juiciest apple

22. Is there any dirty talk? If so, how dirty? What about pet names and/or derogatory names?

oh yeah tons BUT it’s fairly tame? neither of us are really into derogatory name calling, he might call me a little bitch once in a blue moon in the thick of the moment but he immediately apologises after LMAO. lots of asking if it feels good and telling each other what we want to do to each other…..is it hot in here

25. Do you and your f/o hold hands while making love? How tightly do they hold onto you?

oh YES. reimar serial hand holders guilty as CHARGED. he’s clinging on for dear life, the grip is iron

27. Is there anything that can make your f/o cum every single time?

oooooooooohh……….. he’s always riled up and 100% into it I think but a guarantee would be me taking charge and riding him 🤠

spicy selfship asks🔥

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[seetangus]

Hey! I’ve been sooo busy lately, so I’m incredibly sorry for not interacting lately. Today is the Fourth of July, our Independence Day, so I’ve got some free time during our family barbecue, and before some fireworks. Work has been okay, and we recently had a pretty bad storm that knocked out our power for several days; it got so hot and gross. We couldn’t go anywhere and got stuck being sweaty and hot. (It was like the episode where the avatar gang was stranded in the desert). But we’re all good now. Also, you’ve been doing so good with my fic idea! I love it! How have you been lately? - 🌹

Hello!

Don't apologise, I've been busy too - I hope things are calmer for you now?

And mygod, these storms must be terrible. Do they happen often where you live? Also, I can imagine having to sit through such heat whitout being able to shower or do anything against it is pretty bad. I heard of a pretty bad heat dome (or something like that) being above North America right now - do you experience any of it?

I'm so happy you like how it's going - I'll probably have time to continue writing soon :)

Also, I've been very good. I've had (and still have) much free time and I would say I am using it wisely, doing many fun things ans reading much. I might have already asked this and I'm sorry if i did, but do you read any kind of books?

And please forgive me for my language, but my english has been getting a bit rusty lately ^^'

Have a great day,

-Seetang :)

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