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cloudybarnes · 7 months

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bad idea right?

Pairing: theodore nott x reader

Summary: after theo breaks up with you, he pledges to make things right and do anything necessary to win you back. however, you are determined to make him work if he wants to win you over again aka part two to new beginnings

Word Count: 2.3k

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a/n: LONG AWAITED PART TWO WOOHOOOO also this could be read as a solo instead of a part two if you really wanted, but here's part one in case you wanna read that as well ;)

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“Please don’t tell me you got back together with him!” Ginny groaned. She sat on the edge of your bed as Hermione braided your hair for the night.

“No, I didn’t get back with him. I told him if he really wanted to prove it to me, then he could.”

“So you’re thinking of getting back with him.” She said disapprovingly. Hermione chuckled from her seat in the bed behind you. She was working on doing dutch braids in your hair.

“I think it’s fine, Gin,” Hermione said. “It’s not as if she’s going to jump back in bed with him.”

You waggled your eyebrows teasingly to Ginny. She gasped and swatted your shoulder. “That’s so not funny, (Y/N/N). Just because you think he’s sexy doesn’t mean you should get back with him.”

Theodore broke up with you very unexpectedly. He barely even had a reason for breaking up with you, which left you heartbroken and devastated. You were in bed for a few days, had a good cry, and then you were back.

Theo had tried to mend the broken bond between your relationship, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to take him back that easily. Your ego was high, and you knew you would be kicking yourself if something like that happened again right when you took him back.

“Don’t worry, Ginny. If he really wants me back, he’s gonna have to work for it. He knows that.”

“Alright,” Hermione said as she tied off the end of your hair. “All finished. Your hair’s gonna look so good tomorrow.”

“Theo better be drooling when you see him,” Ginny said, “if not, I’ll give him a different reason to drool.” She made a motion of punching her fists together, insinuating she would punch him in the mouth.

You chuckled. “Hopefully there won’t be any blood drawn. I don’t think he’d really wanna go through all the trouble if it just got him a busted lip.”

“Oh no,” Ginny grinned, “it would be more than just a busted lip. I’ve got five brothers, I’m known to throw a mean punch or two.”

“Lights out girls!” The prefect yelled as she knocked on your bedroom door.

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Alright, I’ll see you guys at breakfast. But for real, if Theo tries anything you know I’m right there for you.”

You smiled, grateful to have a friend as awesome as her. “Yeah, Gin, I know. Thank you.”

She smiled, “night guys.”

You two said your good nights as Hermione moved from your bed to her own.

“What do you think he’ll do tomorrow?” You asked Hermione as she shut off the lights. You pulled the covers close to your body, waiting for her response.

“I’m not sure,” she replied, getting comfy in her own bed. “Hopefully something sweet. He’s got a lot of making up to do if he wants to get back on our good side.”

You smiled softly, “yeah, you’re right. Night, ‘Mione.”

“Goodnight.”

✰ ✰ ✰

The next morning at breakfast, the owl dropped a letter in front of you.

“What’s that?” Ron asked, his mouth filled with food.

Ginny slapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t talk with your mouth full. Honestly, you act like you were raised in a barn.”

“We were raised in the same house, you know.” He pointed.

“What a shame that was,” she replied.

You chuckled at their banter, and ripped open the seal on the letter.

“What’s it say?” Hermione asked.

You scanned over the words before you read them aloud. “It says,

(Y/N),

I hope you know how much you mean to me. I was a fool to break things off with you. I only hope one day you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me.

Forever yours,

Theo”.

“Forever yours?” Ginny squealed. “That is so romantic.”

Hermione raised her brow quizzically. “Weren’t you the one telling her not to get back with him?”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “I can have mixed feelings about this. He breaks her heart but then he writes her a love letter. It’s got me confused, okay?”

You chuckled. “I think it’s cute. It’s not gonna win me back, but it was an alright effort.”

“Oooh, what a burn,” Harry chuckled. “Poor bloke must’ve forgot how stubborn you are.”

You shook your head with a smile, “nah, he didn’t forget. If I know anything about Theo, he’s just getting started.”

“So, (Y/N/N),” Ron said, “do you want to get back with him or what’s going on with this?”

You shrugged. “I mean, obviously I still love him. It just sucks what he did and I don’t think he should be able to get off the hook that easily. He shouldn’t be forgiven for breaking my heart just because he writes a little letter.”

“I love you for that,” Ginny said as she nodded her head.

“Hey, (Y/N/N).”

Looking behind you, you could see Enzo give a sheepish smile and a small wave.

You grinned, “Hey Enzo, how are you? Sorry about yesterday, by the way, Theo’s a little crazy sometimes.”

He chuckled and awkwardly rubbed his hand through his hair. “Yeah, I’ve noticed. But, yeah, no, Theo and I are all good. He apologized last night and told me all about his plans to woo you.”

You chuckled with a roll of your eyes. “Go figure.”

“Yeah,” he smiled, “anyway, I just wanted to come by and resume how we were before, you know, the whole break up thing, and drop off this book I think you’ll like.”

Enzo pulls out a book from his satchel and hands it to you.

“Coraline?” You asked as you flip it around and skim over the synopsis.

“Yeah, it’s kind of spooky and psychological which I think you’ll really enjoy.”

You grinned up at him, “that’s perfect. Thank you, Enzo.”

He sent a tight lipped smile, and nodded before turning away and walking back to the slytherin table.

“I like Enzo,” Ginny said with a dreamy look on her face.

You rolled your eyes with a smile. “Go get him then. He’s a sweetie.”

“You guys and those Slytherin boys,” Ron shakes his head with a scoff. “Not even that cute, I’ll tell ya.”

“Oh, what?” Ginny asked sassily, “like you’re cute?”

“I think Ron’s cute,” Hermione winked at her boyfriend.

“Ugh, barf,” Ginny said.

The bell rang. You all stood to gather your things for first class.

“We’ll see you guys later,” you smiled as Hermione and you walked out to your shared first class.

“That was a pretty cute letter,” Hermione said as the two of you started walking down the hall.

“Yeah, I think it was sweet, but like I said, he can’t win me back that eas-“

“Excuse me?” Someone tapped your shoulder.

Stopping, you and Hermione turned to see a younger Slytherin boy, presumably a first year, standing before you.

“Uh, yes?” You asked confused, “do you need help with something?”

“Um, Theodore says I have to carry your satchel and books for you.” The first year stood awkwardly.

“Oh, uh, that’s okay, you really don’t have to.” You blushed, a little embarrassed that Theo would make a first year cater to you.

“I have to.” He said adamantly. “Theodore said he’ll set me up with this hot girl I like if I carry your books for you.”

Hermione snickered from next to you. You turned back to her, a bewildered smile on your face as you tried not to laugh.

“Well,” you said as you handed the young boy your satchel. “I can’t be the one to stop your true love, now can I?”

The boy grinned as he held on to your satchel as well as his.

“Theodore is crazy,” Hermione remarks as you continue walking to your next class. The boy followed behind the two of you all the way to your first period.

As soon as your classroom came into view, you could see Theodore standing there with a bouquet of flowers in hand. He grinned a devilish thing as he saw you approach.

“I’ll meet you in there,” Hermione said with a knowing smirk.

You walked up to Theo. He was beautiful as ever, but even he knew that wouldn’t get him anywhere.

“Hi (Y/N).” He smiled at you then turned to the kid. “I’ll take it from here. I’ll have my guys put in a good word with Maizy for you.”

The kid nodded his head and smiled as he ran off.

Theo threw your satchel over his shoulder and held out the beautiful assortment of flowers towards you. “For you, to say I’m sorry for being a douchebag and an idiot and a stupid motherfucker. All in the words of Draco by the way. Never knew how much he liked us together.”

You chuckled and grabbed the flowers out of Theo’s hand. “Thank you.”

He smiled and shoved his hands in his pockets. “So, have you thought about what I said yesterday?”

You sighed. “Of course I’ve thought about it Theo. Just like I’ve thought about how much you broke my heart when you dumped me.”

“Okay, I deserved that.”

You chuckled. “Yeah. Thank you for the flowers, Theo. And… I still care about you, I just need time to figure this all out. I can’t just forgive you that fast when you broke my heart, just last week!”

Theo sighed, “I know. I know! Fuck! I know I fucked up, baby, but I am going to do everything I can to win you back. I’ll wait for you. I’ll wait as long as it takes, baby, I swear it to do. The boys are down my back yelling at me for how hard I screwed everything up. They think I’m stupid, and I think I’m stupid too for letting you go. I promise you, I will do everything it takes for you to trust me again, mi amore.”

Your eyes softened. Theo knew exactly how to make your heart soar.

“Theo…”

“No, baby,” he shook his head. “You take your time. I’m gonna be here whenever you decide if you want to forgive me or not. Hopefully you decide you do want to forgive me.” He chuckled awkwardly.

You matched his awkward laugh. “Well, thanks again for the flowers. They’re very pretty.”

Theo smiled and nodded before turning around and walking away.

✰ ✰ ✰

Later that night, you sat in the library studying for your Herbology final. Ginny and Hermione offered to help you study, but you knew you’d be here too late to want to burden them.

As you flipped through the pages of your herbology book, you tried your best to take down any notes that you thought would be important.

Your stomach growled.

“Knew that was inevitable.”

When you looked up from your textbook, you could see Theo sheepishly smiling as he held two trays from the cafeteria.

“What was?” You asked with a smile. You cleared some papers to make space for Theo to sit down.

He grinned and placed the trays on the table as he took his seat next to you.

“Knew you would forget to eat while you studied for this exam.”

You chuckled and peered over to see what Theo brought you to eat. Ham, potatoes, and stuffing from the dining hall.

“Thank you, Theo. That’s really sweet of you.”

He slid a tray closer to you, and you eagerly picked up the provided fork and dug in.

Theo chuckled as you scarfed down your food. “Pretty hungry?”

You nodded as you finished chewing. Theo smiled to himself and started to take a few bites of his potatoes.

“You’re being awfully sweet to me, Theo.”

“Haven't I always been sweet to you, darling?”

“Well, yes. But that was before.”

Theo sighed. “I know I screwed up royally. I’m trying to make up for my mistakes. I’m still the same boy I was just a few months ago. I had a lapse in judgment and that cost me the best thing in my life.”

You frowned. “Theo…”

“Don’t you miss me, (Y/N/N)?” Theo shifted to face you straight on. He nervously leaned forward on the table, staring into your eyes, waiting for your response.

“…of course I miss you, Theo. How could I not? You’re everything to me, and I’m just so scared of something like that happening again.”

“(Y/N),” Theo started. He tentatively grabbed your hands in his. “I promise you, with everything in me, if you decide to take me back I will never hurt you or disappoint you ever again. You have my word mi amore.”

You were conflicted. You miss Theo like crazy. You couldn’t help it. No matter what you said to your friends about him having to work hard for you, it tore you apart every time you saw him knowing you still weren’t together. You missed being his.

“Okay,” you said.

“Okay?” Theo’s face lit up. “You-you’re giving me another chance?”

“Yeah,” you softly smiled, “I miss my boy.”

Theo grinned and yanked you toward him, engulfing you in a hug—one you’ve been waiting days for. You missed him. You missed being held by him.

You held around his neck tightly, scared to let go. You never realize how much you craved his touch when it was gone.

Theo buried his face in your hair, breathing in your scent. “God, I’ve missed you.”

You smiled and pulled back. Theo smiled back at you. Slowly, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his in a warm, longing kiss. Your hands rested on his cheeks, his on your waist as you kissed with all the love stored up between you.

When he pulled away, Theo stayed close with his forehead rested against yours. “I promise you baby, I’m here for good.”

“You better be.”

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sunkissed-zegras · 16 days

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𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍' 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍' ─ PB⁵

౨ৎ ─ summary | request -> "hellooo just had this idea (very under developed) but could u write paige x teammate!reader (not dating but both crushing) mic'd up during practice but they forget abt being recorded so its just them flirting w each other and tryna rizz each other up LOL ? just thought it would be funny for the fans watching after" for my discoball nonnie! mwah mwah

─ word count | 970

─ warnings | LOTS of banter, teasing, uhh pretty much nothin else?

"IS THE MIC working?" Paige asks as you put the mic on her shirt, glancing up to meet the camera girl's eyes.

You laugh as you finish up setting up Paige's mic, looking up at the camera with a grin. "Imagine we go to edit and then realize it isn't working,"

The camera girl gives you a pointed look as you giggle, shaking your head. "Okay, okay sorry. I'm Y/N," you glance at Paige who is giving the camera a fake awkward smile.

"And I'm Paige, we're getting mic'd up at practice because you really liked the last one I did. This time I'm with Y/N, I don't know if you guys know her or anything-" Paige joked before you cut her off with a loud groan.

"Paige, really? You know they know me," you interject, giving her a playful shove as she laughed.

Paige smirks as she glances at the camera, "Do they, though?"

You glare at the camera before you put up your ring finger toward Paige, eliciting a loud gasp from the blonde. You glance up at the camera with wide eyes before you shake your head quickly.

"Guys don't freak out it was my ring finger, I promise!" You shout dramatically before you heard Nika's shouts from outside the locker-room, telling you guys to hurry.

You guys began walking outside while the camera followed closely behind. The whole team was already warming up to you both had to jog up quickly, joining them. You exchange amused glances as you join the rest of the team on the court, their energy palpable as they run through warm-up's.

Geno called the team for a quick rundown on today's practice, the team huddling up in a tight circle. Paige found herself behind you, her hands on your shoulders as she began squeezing them. You felt your cheeks burn-up at the proximity, trying to keep a straight face.

As Geno lays out the plan for practice, you try your best to focus on his words, but Paige's hands on your shoulders make it difficult to concentrate.

"Pay attention, Y/N," Paige whispers in your ear, her breath sending shivers down your spine.

You shoot her a playful glare, trying to mask the flutter of excitement in your chest. "Shut up,"

"No," she gives you a playful squeeze before letting go, but the lingering sensation of her touch remains, leaving you feeling slightly off-balance.

You steal a quick glance at her over your shoulder, catching her eye and exchanging a knowing smile as Geno finally resumes the practice.

You both throw yourselves into the drills with renewed focus, despite still being a little distracted. It wasn't anything new, you and Paige always played around and you found yourself getting lost in the playful banter and flirty exchanges.

Paige's laughter rings out across the court as you execute a particularly impressive play, her eyes sparkling with admiration as she jogs up to you to dap you up.

"That was sexy," she mumbles causing you to shake your head and laugh, pulling your hand out of her grip as you pushed her away slightly. She joined in on the laughter as she stumbled back, almost falling before you grabbed her arm.

You both bursted out into laughter, the sound echoing across the court and mingling with the sounds of the bouncing basketballs and shuffling feet.

As you steady Paige, your hands lingering on her arm a fraction longer than necessary, you share a knowing look before you speak up. "You okay there, clumsy?" you tease.

Paige rolls her eyes with a mock glare before smiled. "Hey, I was just testing your reflexes," she quips, her tone laced with humor.

"Are you ladies working hard or hardly working?" You heard Geno's voice ring out as you laugh, giving him a thumbs up.

You and Paige walk alongside each other as you head to your next drill, the playful tension between you still palpable. As you walk, your shoulders brush against each other, sending a jolt of electricity through your veins.

"Nice moves back there," Paige says, breaking the silence between you.

You grin, feeling a surge of pride at her compliment. "Thanks, you weren't too bad yourself."

"Oh shut up, you know I was crushin' it," she glared at you before you put up your hands in mock-defense.

You nodded, a smile playing on your lips. "Yes you were, and you looked sexy too,"

Paige's smile turned into a smirk, keeping her gaze on you as she blew you a kiss. "You really think so, pretty?"

"Bro, don't start-" You sighed as you shook your head, before Paige began laughing.

"Alright, alright, let's save the flirting for after practice," you tease, nudging her playfully with your elbow.

Paige rolls her eyes dramatically, but there's a twinkle of amusement in her gaze. "Fine, fine. But you know you love it."

You chuckle, shaking your head affectionately. "Yeah, I do."

Paige began jogging up to the next drill before she turned to you with a serious expression. "Oh shit, we're mic'd up."

"Oh shit," you repeated as you both stared at each other.

Aaliyah glared at you guys as she scoffed, "You guys act like it isn't obvious. You guys flirt all the time, I promise you they aren't gonna be shocked."

"Yeah, yeah, we'll try to keep it PG for the cameras," you reply with a grin, trying to brush off the awkwardness.

Paige sighs dramatically as her expression turns into annoyance. "I guess we can,"

"Oh my god, you're done." Aaliyah glares at her before you and Paige share a laugh.

"Can you guys stop flirting and pay attention?" Nika shouts from behind you as you and Paige share a knowing smile before turning your attention back to the drill at hand.

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kissitbttr · 3 months

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watching the superbowl rn (i have no idea what is happening BUT)

more so a thought but like frat!miguel getting hella mad that his team is losing, like shouting n all, groaning nd stressing while all u can do is just stare the way his veins buldge whenever he yells……. (⸝⸝𖦹 ̫ 𖦹⸝⸝) fuck……… not me getting turned on by an angry miguek bye

BUT LIKE TAKE OUT ALL THAT ANGER OUT ON ME BAE… PLEASE…

WHY DIDNT I THINK OF THIS??? YOUR BRAIN BBY?

i’m a firm believer that miguel is a chiefs fan (LMAO) and seeing them losing to 49ers (the team that he insisted to beck and carlos will for SURE taking the L later on) is pissing him off,

“fuck! fuck, fuck! qué coño están haciendo ?!!”

miguel had insisted that you watch the superbowl with him and his frat brothers. despite you telling him that you don’t know jackshit about football and would probably ended up gettin bored, he bribed you with snacks and cuddles later on. sadly, you fell for it. who could even resist?

“what the fuck even was that play?” miguel suddenly stands up from his seat, accidentally knocking your leg over his lap. his hand moves to touch your ankle as a silent ‘sorry, princess’.

though you don’t know anything about this game, one thing you know for sure is how much you love seeing your boy friend gets riled up,

his thick calloused fingers run through his already messy hair—thanks to the sex you both had an hour ago— teeth clenching in anger with his bushy brows pulls together out of frustrations,

you never seen him look so sexy it’s driving you insane,

“who was that?! number four from 49ers”

“the rookie. moody or some shit” beck shakes his head, eyes focusing on the screen,

miguel lets out an exasperated groan, hands furiously rubbing up and down his face before putting them behind his head,

“you regret not putting your bet on mccaffrey, o’hara?” carlos teases from his left. earning a glare from the man,

“don’t fucking push it, you motherfucker” miguel points his finger at him. “the fuck is up with mahomes?!”

“not his skills, that’s for sure” carlos pipes quietly but that doesn’t go unnoticed by miguel. causing him to throw a pillow at him. “ow! easy!”

“why is taylor swift in it everytime kelce holds the ball? this ain’t about her!”

“do people still even give a fuck about her?”

“this is football moment! not a fucking mediocre popstar shit! who has control with the cameras anyway?!”

the banter is funny, really. not what you haven’t seen before anyway. but the highlight of it all is really miguel being absolutely defensive about his favorite team that the sight is making your knees wobble and your pussy wet,

his arms are crossed. biceps bulging because of it. red eyes not leaving the screen as his pupils furiously move from left to right, eyeing how the scene plays before him.

god, you feel so bad for being horny right now.

biting your lip, you decide to tease hin a bit. poking the back of his knee with your toes a couple times before he turns to glance at you,

“what is it, princesa?” at first he thinks that it’s because you wanted him to seat back beside you, and so he does so. reaching out to pull your legs back to drape over his lap but his eyes are now back to the tv,

tilting your head to the side, you watch how his expression settled into a deeper focus. lips formed into a concentration pout while his large hand rest on your bare thigh, giving it a squeeze every now and then. a simple confirmation from him to not leave you out,

“you’re so hot when you’re angry, miggy”

hearing that, his gaze then move towards you. seeing how your pupils dilated by looking at him, lashes batting in innocence matter before he drops to look at your bitten lip. he feels your fingers softly tracing up and down his chest.

oh… he knows that look,

shaking his head, “no, no, no. you can’t do this to me! not right now, baby! I’m watching the game!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“you know exactly what i’m talking about!” he protests, eyes leaving the screen to completely look at you when the game goes to commercial. “you’re giving me that ‘fuck me’ eyes! you know i can’t resist that!”

beck and carlos share a disgust glance with each other, shaking both of their heads before they move to grab another can of beer in the kitchen, not wanting to hear this couple’s banter.

you feign a look of fake surprise. “how dare you assume that! i’m just staring at you! can i not look at my boyfriend?”

“you’re gaslighting me, muñeca. that’s not okay! you think i don’t memorize every look that my own girlfriend has when she wants something?!”

“and what is it that i want?”

“you want to fuck me!” he exclaims. “and i want to as well! but this game is—“

“important to you. yeah yeah” you sigh dramatically before getting up,

“where are you going?!”

“to your room. i’ll be waiting there. naked. come find me if you changed your mind” you respond, eyes rolling. “five minutes or no tits for you for the rest of the night”

miguel panics at that, you don’t know if you’re being serious or not but it’s hard to tell. he watches you walk back upstairs to his room, contemplating whether or not he should follow you or stay here. his knee anxiously bounce up and down. he feels like this is a matter of life and death situation. like someone is pointing a gun behind his head.

but he made up his mind already,

beck could see that. he knows what his best friend about to do. that’s why his eyes are wide, shaking his head and put a hand out as if to stop him,

“no. no, o’hara. i know she’s your girl but you gotta put bros before hoes on this one! come on!” beck is begging at him, but it’s too late because miguel already bolts out of the sofa and sprint towards his room

“get your ass back here, o’hara! fuck!”

#alicia<3 #frat!miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara blurbs

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deanbrainrotwritings · 4 months

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— DOWN BY THE SEASIDE

SUMMARY : sunshine and sunny beaches. Dean’s always talking about the beach, toes in the sand… a couple of those little umbrella drinks… her, in a sexy bikini.

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), hating the beach (I hate the beach), fluff, p in v, innuendos, love making, slow sex

WORD COUNT : 3.5k

A/N : led zeppelin song title. too many thoughts, not enough time to write them all out, but… 🏝️🏖️⛱️🌊☀️🐚 I wrote this first. xxxxxx

She padded her way out of the warmth of the house in search of Dean, barefoot. Sand crunched beneath her feet, painless, but irritating prickles against her skin—grains sticking to her, hard to remove completely.

The wind was still compared to how it had been at midday. Only a cool breeze remained, causing goosebumps to grow over her skin. She tightened the wool blanket around her bikini-clad body. She brought it with the intention of covering Dean up once she got to him.

The sky began to turn dark, a darkish blue pushed the orange hue away. The sun looked like a sunny-side-up egg resting on the blue horizon, the orange hue that spread across acting like the runny insides of the yolk.

It was time for dinner.

After lunch, and after walking Miracle, Dean announced he’d be enjoying a drink while reading a book outside. Much to Sam’s, Cas’, but especially her disappointment.

That was five hours ago.

She’d checked in on him through text while she joined Cas and Sam for a little tour. Dean called her when he took a break from reading to play with Miracle. They even did a video call for a few minutes before they reluctantly hung up.

It was the first day that they had separated in all their time there. Dean wanted to relax, and while she longed to sit by him while quietly doing something herself, she didn’t want to miss the opportunity of getting something special for him.

Sam had gone for a shower to wash away the sweat and sand from their adventure, and Cas was entertaining Miracle while he waited for his turn.

Cas took things slowly now. He said so. It was cute to see the angel dressed so… casually. It felt… almost intimate to see him out of that trench coat and that suit, showing a bit of his naturally sun-kissed skin.

Him and Sam bickered—naturally. It was good natured banter, and it was very funny to watch. Cas didn’t hold his tongue, and that dry humour of his made her cheeks burn from smiling and her stomach ache from laughter.

She finally got to Dean who was fast asleep, and laying down on a pink and white beach lounger with a book open across his chest, the pages facing down. George R. R. Martin. A Feast for Crows. He was catching up.

She smiled down at him lovingly and extended her hand to brush away stray hairs from his forehead. He looked beautiful in the orange sunlight, his skin glowing like the sparkly surface of the sea. He snored softly and her smile widened. She trailed her fingers down his cheek, his jawline, and pulled away to remove the book from his chest.

She placed the heavy book over the crunchy bags, cringing at the loudness of it as the book squashed them.

She covered him with the blanket she had wrapped around herself, distracted by abandoned, empty bags of Cheetos and gummy rings on a small table beside him, a curvy glass filled with watery, blue liquid, and a yellow cocktail umbrella. She eyed them with amusement as she gently tucked the blanket around Dean’s body—as best as she could without waking him.

Dean wiggled a little beneath the thick blanket, snuggling into the soft wool, stubbly cheek audibly scratching against it. She froze above him, her lips pressing together anxiously, and she pulled her hands away from him just in case.

Her eyes softened. He was so cute.

Dean ended up stirring awake anyway, with a smack of his lips. He breathed in deeply, then groaned, his eyes fluttering open. She quickly pulled away so she wouldn’t scare him, but she relaxed when he smiled softly. He looked at her lazily, his eyes half-open.

“You’re here,” he mumbled, clumsily stretching his hand up and out for her to take. Her smile softened.

“Yeah.” She took his hand, smoothing her fingertips against his calloused palm, slipping her fingers through his. “How was your day, baby? You hungry?” She asked, watching him shut his eyes once more, and bring his hand down against his stomach.

A hum rumbled deeply through Dean’s chest. “Good. Missed you,” he whispered, “I’m pretty, uh… hungry, yeah…” he trailed off sleepily, pulling on her hand to bring it to his lips.

“I missed you, too,” she murmured, a hot flush rising up her face at the sensation of chapped, warm lips pressing against the back of her hand. “Wanna choose what we eat today?” Dean opened his eyes and puckered his lips thoughtfully, which only drew a tiny laugh from her.

“Can’t think, so sleepy,” he whined playfully, leaning over the beach lounger to look down at her feet. She playfully curled her toes into the sand, collecting a bunch of grains in her feet, wiggling her toes, the sand rubbing between her toes making a little swishy crunch. “No shoes,” he stated with a bemused expression.

She shrugged, “you like sand.”

Dean tilted his head and stared up at her. She did the same—in the opposite direction, nearly becoming sleepy herself with the gentle caress of his fingers against her hand. “You hate sand,” he pointed out with a smug smile.

She gave in easily.

“Ugh, I do. It gets everywhere. Even after I shower, I find more. You’re crazy,” she rambled, “when I woke up, there was still sand in our sheets, even on the floor!” Dean chuckled, pulled back the blanket, silently inviting her in with him. She shook her head begrudgingly, “my feet are covered in sand-”

“Get in here, Anakin,” Dean interrupted her, giving her hand a sharp tug that made her stumble forward.

“I won’t fit,” she whined, but she awkwardly climbed in between his bowed legs anyway. The beach lounger squeaked and she looked down at him frightened, with wide eyes. Dean only laughed and pulled her closer to him, careless about the creaking chair.

She rested her head on Dean’s chest without protesting when he pulled the blanket over both of them. They were silent for a moment and she traced the lines of his bare chest beneath the colourful Hawaiian shirt until she got to the anti-possession tattoo.

“Why don’t you like the beach?” He asked, his voice thick with sleep once more. Dean ghosted his fingers up and down her back, lulling her into a sleepy, sedated state.

“It doesn't matter,” she smiled, “we’re here and I’m happy. You’re happy.” She lovingly kissed Dean’s freckled clavicle. After contemplating his question, she lifted herself up to look into his eyes and crossed her arms across Dean’s chest. She looked at him dreamily. Dean turned red and averted his gaze. “And… you look hot half naked,” she grinned, her dimpled cheeks turning hot like his own.

“Well, I like seeing you half naked, too…” he trailed off, his fingers sneaking up her back. She rolled her eyes at Dean playfully. “Tell me why you’re a beach hater,” he pouted, slowly tugging at the knot of her bikini top tied behind her neck.

“Hey!” She exclaimed, uncrossing her arms to place one of her hands beside his head. She held the bra against her chest with her free hand when it slipped down. She blushed while he smirked and tugged at the second knot around her back. Holding the flimsy bra was useless, but she kept her arm there and looked around.

It was getting darker, a slim line of light remained on the horizon, only lights outside tiny living spaces made the surrounding areas visible. But no one was around where her and Dean were. All she could think was that Cas was still inside the small hut. Sam didn’t take very long in the shower. Either one of them could step out at any moment, especially because of Miracle and his needs.

“The sun’s too bright,” she whispered uncertainly. Dean stopped to contemplate her, raising his brows for her to continue as he began to undo the little bows on her hips keeping her bottoms in place. “It burns my skin and makes me itchy. And the wind… it makes my hair frizzy and tangled…”

Dean chuckled, examining her face, and how serious she was about the irritation she felt for the beach. He wrapped his thick fingers around her forearm and gently pulled it away from her chest. She slowly let go, scanning his face, holding his gaze, which flickered down to her chest once the bra fell onto him.

“We’re here though, it’s not so bad when we’re all having fun,” she reassured him. He looked up, simpered. She slowly lifted herself and the blanket slid down her back. Dean moved with her, allowing her to straddle him. She pulls her bottoms from beneath her to dump them onto the sandy beach, her bra following with an indifferent flick.

Dean lifted his hips, wiggling to get the shorts down enough for her to pull his half-hard cock out. She dragged her finger from his pelvis to the tip, tapping the slit teasingly. She watched him twitch and harden in her hand.

“Thank you,” he told her softly, his hands slowly gliding up her thighs and her sides.

She tilted her head and her hair followed, her entire face softening at those two words. Two words that held so much weight and meaningfulness when spoken by him. “Thank you…” She murmured, leaning down to place a kiss between his now-furrowed brows. “… For teaching me to enjoy something I didn’t like, for helping me let loose, for making me have fun, and for so much more.” For every reason, she kissed a different section of his face, and the final destination was his smiling lips.

Dean pressed his hands into her back, keeping her lips locked with his. The kiss was slow, lazy, loving, but still firm, deep, and demanding. There was no indication of fear or doubt, but there was an impatience in the way he dented her soft skin with his fingertips when his hands traversed across her body.

His hands finally settled on her hips. Dean pulled her forward, parting from her lips to gasp when her heat rubbed against his erection. She dropped her face into his neck to attach her lips to his throat, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses on every inch of warm skin. She rolled her hips as he guided her and moaned softly when he stretched his head back to give her more access to his neck.

She licked circles over darker freckles, and sucked a light, oval-shaped mark on his pulse, grinding down hard on him when he tightened his grip on her hips and groaned.

She was having fun, despite how quickly she made herself needy for release. There was something satisfying in the way he begged and moaned, wiggling his hips, hoping to snag his cock at her dripping hole, but it was all to no avail. She kissed lower, across his collarbone and his shoulder, using her nose to move the Hawaiian shirt he’d left unbuttoned out of the way.

He was short of breath by the time she pulled away from his skin and extremely aroused, looking like a melted piece of candy on a hot summer day. She didn’t stop moving her hips and kept teasing him by sinking her teeth into his plump lip, leaving his cock wet in her slick and achingly hard. He throbbed and burned impossibly hot as blood rushed through his cock until he felt like bursting from her grinding alone.

“Please,” Dean laughed softly, and whined, squirming beneath her impatiently. He bent his knees and brought his hands to her face. She pulled away from his mouth to look at him, but she didn’t protest when he pulled her back in for a kiss, silently asking for her surrender. “One thing on my bucket list…” he whispered.

She moved back again with a raised brow of curiosity. He chased her lips anyway, ignoring the wordless sign for him to finish his sentence. Dean pouted and stopped trying to kiss her. When the head of his cock prodded at her dripping entrance, Dean’s breath hitched.

“What’s on your bucket list?” She bit her lip, a smirk playing on her lips when she got the tip of his cock inside her. She reached down to grip him at the base and lifted herself off completely. She did it over and over, repeatedly.

“S-sex on the beach.” Dean choked on air and his hip bucked upwards unintentionally, unable to stand anymore teasing. Her mouth fell open in surprise when he pushed his cock into her all the way, a painful and delicious stretch around him.

“Fuck,” she whined, dropping her forehead onto his shoulder. A shiver rippled through her, both from the pleasure of being filled by him and the cool ocean breeze that teased her warm flesh.

“Sorry,” he whispered, leaning against his elbow to ghost his lips across her sternum apologetically. “I’m sorry,” he murmured again, sliding his hands up her smooth back to bring her closer and warm her up.

“It’s okay,” she exhaled with a breathy laugh. She allowed herself to lean into him, basking in the warmth of his body. Dean kissed her breast firmly, right where her heart was thudding for him—with desire and affection.

“I want pizza,” he whispered suddenly. She had to stop herself from laughing as Dean circled his tongue around her nipple. She kissed the top of his head and slowly began undulating her hips.

“Sounds good,” she hummed, beginning to lift herself up and dropping down on his lap slowly. Tormentingly slow. She kept him close, with one of her hands curled behind his neck, the other threading through the short hair behind his head.

It was frustrating to be in such a cramped, slim chair, but Dean didn’t seem to mind.

He took the blanket to lift it back up over her waist, and held it in place with his hand as she moved above him unhurriedly. She was more than sure that she could finish like this alone. Driven to the edge by the tiny sensations of her lover being impossibly close. Dean’s breath fanned over her neck, leaving her skin misty the longer he panted from her leisurely pace.

There was nothing more heavenly than this moment.

He made a path along her neck and jaw with his lips, leaving a few marks behind that she wouldn’t be able to hide with clothes. Dean wrapped his arm around her waist, clutching the blanket around her still, and met her thrusts at an equally gentle speed.

She moaned at the fullness she felt in having him inside her, the drag of her slippery walls up and down his length, the brushing of his cock against the most sensitive spots inside her.

Dean pressed his creased forehead to her cheekbone, his free hand veering up her thigh, so slow. He felt her. Lovingly, he touched her. At least she felt loved with the gradual glissade of his hand tracing the curves of her body, squeezing at certain parts he knew she liked to be touched.

His touch sent sparks down to her clit. The possessive scrape of his blunt nails down her skin. The pinch of her nipples between two of his fingers, the deliciously rough tugging, the brushing around in teasing circles until they remained peaked and hard.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Dean,” she mumbled, pressing her lips to his warm cheek.

“You do, too,” he sighed, finding her lips with his own.

Dean sat up straight in the chair, his chapped, warm lips moved against hers. Using the same listless pace, he slipped his tongue into her mouth, and brought his hand down between her legs, where he thumbed between her folds until he found her swollen clit.

She gasped at the gentlest brush of the pad of his finger against the sensitive pearl. Her walls clamped down around him tightly, sparks of pleasure from his skilled fingers creating a more powerful flame inside her that urged her to start moving faster in his lap.

Dean moaned softly into her mouth, and pulled her to him with his arm around her waist, abandoning the blanket that once covered her body. She flexed her hands as they moved down his back when he lifted his hips upwards just a bit faster, meeting her pace, driven both by her pleasure and his own.

She buried her face in his neck, biting into his taut flesh with her teeth and her nails scratching down his back, leaving behind red marks, and indentation against the canvas of his freckled skin. Dean grunted softly and did the same to her, desperate to feel her everywhere and completely driven by love. He barely grazed her skin with his short fingernails and bit into the skin between her neck and shoulder as his hips stuttered up into her.

“Please,” she murmured, kissing her way up his ear, “I want to feel you cum inside me, Dean.” Dean groaned deeply and bit his lip just as she decided to begin grinding down on him.

Dean’s cock rammed deeply into her slick and warm insides until he finally came inside her. Slow, gentle pleasure warmed his skin, a buzzing and cotton sensation filled his brain the more he focused entirely on his pleasure until her walls began to squeeze around him tightly. Dean cursed softly into her ear and his hips bucked into her and he collapsed back into the beach lounger with her in his arms, whispering his name repeatedly as she gushed messily around him.

Dean moved his hand away from her clit and he blindly searched for the blanket to cover both of them once again. The cool air made him feel just how much of their fluids began to drip out of her and he shivered. Her lips made their way back to his own, and a quiet laugh made her shake above him.

“What?” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to her open mouth.

“This might be the best day of my life, Dean.” Dean pulled back to gaze at her with a tiny smile. He brushed hair away from her slightly sweaty forehead, and caressed her heated cheek. “You, me, Sammy, Cas… the beach, lots of food, no more hunting,” she listed, turning her face slightly to kiss his palm. “You,” she grinned playfully.

Dean threw his head back as he laughed loudly. She watched with a more adoring smile that made him flush when he looked at her, his laughter slowly dying down. She bit her lip and lifted herself to let him slip out of her, his cock soft, and coated in their release.

“Give me your shirt, so we go back in before they decide to order something you don’t want to eat today,” she snorted, taking the blanket with her as she stepped onto the irritating sand. She looked down shamelessly at his wet cock and tightened the wool cloth around her shoulders.

Dean tutted, “no aftercare.”

She rolled her eyes at him, but a smile still made its way onto her face. Dean shook his head with a childish pout, staring into her eyes seductively as he lifted his hips to pull his shorts up over his cock.

“Well, we can shower together.” She shuffled forward, between his legs when he moved his legs to one side of the beach lounger, the cold sand beneath his feet making him shiver. “And clean each other up, and enjoy some… pizza… and watch whatever you want… and then… we can do whatever we want.” Dean slowly peeled the shirt off his body, staring into her loving gaze. “We have the rest of our lives together,” she whispered.

Dean grabbed her hips and tugged her back towards him. “I love you,” he told her softly, tugging the blanket from her body, urging her to climb back into his lap.

“I love you,” she giggled, helping him put the shirt he wore on her body. His warmth still stuck to the shirt, as did the scent of him. She began to button it as he dropped kisses on her chest.

“Guys!” Sam shouted from the door. “We’re starving!”

Miracle ran out from between Sam’s long legs and made his way to where her and Dean were. She carefully moved out of his lap, laughing as the fluffy dog spun in circles then took her discarded bikini bra from the sand and ran back inside to where Sam was.

“I think Miracle’s tryin’ to play,” Dean chuckled. He picked up his book, the glass, and the trash of his finished snacks, while she picked up her underwear. She snickered when she saw Sam tugging her bra from Miracle who got into a playful stance at Sam’s feet.

“Did you guys really- Ugh, nevermind!” Sam shook his head when he snatched her bra from Miracle’s mouth as if it had ick on it and stepped back inside, leaving the door open. Miracle waited loyally for her and Dean to return, and Cas appeared behind an impatient Miracle waving at the couple to hurry up.

“Hey, don’t bend down, I can see everything.” Dean smacked her ass and grinned, walking beside her.

“I’ll try not to.” She bumped into him playfully. He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed the top of her head.

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rookthorne · 9 months

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐞 ‘𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐞

Bucky had prepared a surprise for you, much to your amusement, and it wasn’t even the end of the night — a battle of wits was to be fought.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ❧ Baker!Husband!Bucky Barnes x Baker!Wife!F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ❧ 1.0k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ❧ Fluff, established relationship, Bucky is adorable and sweet, so many puns

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 ❧ I have missed writing established relationship starters. ❧ A special thank you to @smutconnoisseur for torturing me with puns.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ❧ Mess Is Mine by Vance Joy

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ❧ @pupandkisasaesthetics Aesthetic Challenge — Masterlist

𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“You’re meant to put apples into it, babe,” you huffed. The baker, Bucky – your husband, best friend, and truth be told, one hell of a stubborn idiot, looked at you with a pout. “I said apple pie.”

“Yeah, and?” he questioned, like it mattered. “I wanted to surprise you!”

You sighed and stared at the pie on the bench. “At least it’s after hours–no one to come in here and see what an absolute mess you’ve made.”

“Shuddup,” Bucky mumbled, his cheeks a dusky pink. “Don’t be such a sourdough.”

“Very funny.”

The bakery you owned with him was filled with the potent aroma of brown sugar and pear, peaches, and cherries – a mix you hadn’t thought would work or pan out well, but here Bucky was, proving you wrong at every turn. Benches and counters of your kitchen and serving bench were covered in the mess of batter and flour, the remnants of a battle won by the skin of his teeth with the new recipe he had fixated upon.

“Alright,” you said, putting your hands on your hips. Bucky had the decency to act shy. “Baby, let’s get this cleaned up and then we can try your masterpiece, I promise.”

Bucky blinked and looked down at the pie. “You don’t have to, doll–I was just messin’ around.”

“Of course I do,” you assured, and you stepped closer to kiss him on the cheek. “It’ll be nice ‘n sweet, just like my husband, yeah?”

“Yeah.” His cheeks bloomed rose red and he rushed off around you to grab a broom.

With a sigh, you set to work tidying up the ingredients he used. You truly adored the oaf, and taking him under your wing had been one of the best decisions next to actually marrying him, and opening up your bakery. His eagerness to please and his excitement to learn warmed your heart.

It was just a wonder how bull headed he could be when he set his mind to something. The pie truly did look delightful – not even a burnt edge. “You did a really good job on this, baby,” you called over your shoulder. “I know your forte is more cakes, so you’ve done a pretty damn good job.”

Bucky appeared in the doorway and grinned sheepishly. “Why, thank you, dear wife,” he said smugly.

“You’re never going to stop saying that, are you?”

“Nope.”

Light banter accompanied the clean-up of Bucky’s flour disaster – each comment and tease met with an equal response of mirth and cheek. The sun had started to set by the time the two of you had finished cleaning up the last traces of his venture, and you huffed a sigh as you stood up straight, rolling your shoulders.

“I don’t know about you, my sexy stud muffin,” you said, and Bucky snorted. “But I could go for some damn good pie.”

“I just hope it’s good,” Bucky admitted, wringing his callused hands as he stared at the aforementioned pie. “I did everything you taught me…”

“Oh, Buck.” His stubbled cheeks were warm under your hands as you forced him to look at you. “It will be amazing. And I am so proud of you. You are an accomplished baker, give yourself the credit you deserve–you’re tackling something that you’re not used to.”

Bucky turned his head and kissed your palm, his lips soft and gentle. “God, I fuckin’ love you so much, Apple.”

“And I know that we knead one another to make this work–it’s a no grainer,” you whispered back, scrunching your nose at his deadpan expression.

“That was awful.” Bucky sidestepped around you and headed towards the pie on the counter, two plates in hand.

“There’s no need to bake my heart, stud muffin,” you whined, pouting at him. “C’mon.”

“Don’t give me that crepe, doll,” Bucky replied to you, his back turned, but you saw the minute hitch of his shoulders – the bastard was holding in his laughter. “Come here so we can try this pie.”

“Fine.” You moved quickly to his side and watched him slice into the pie – steam rising from the exposed, sweet filling and you whistled. “Looks s’good.”

Bucky smirked and handed you a plate. “Here you go, my favourite bun.”

The first bite into the pastry was an explosion of tart sweetness – the tang from the peaches and the slight bitterness from the pears paired nicely with the sweetness of the cherries. You couldn’t help but moan quietly at the combined flavours, which Bucky started at. “You alright there, honey?”

“Yes,” you breathed. “God, what did you put in this?”

He went on to explain the ingredients, and when he mentioned cinnamon – in quite a large quantity, you grinned. “So that’s what made it a lil’ spicy–couldn’t quite tell with the explosion in my mouth.” You stared at Bucky and the beginnings of his sly, filthy smirk. “No. Get your mind out of the gutter, you horndog.”

“I didn’t say anything!” Bucky defended; hands raised. “I swear-”

“Yeah, and like I would believe you,” you retorted, lips curled in a playful sneer. “Now leave me alone so I can eat this pie in peace.”

“Now you’re bakin’ my heart, baby,” Bucky said mournfully, sniffling with crocodile tears. “So mean, so ryeful.”

“Get out,” you growled, pointing to the kitchen of the bakery. “Go on, get.”

Bucky pouted and slunk off, metaphorical tail between his legs, slice of pie still in hand. “But-”

“No buts,” you called, still pointing at the kitchen. “Time out–that was awful and you deserve to be punished.” You didn’t even get to finish your sentence before Bucky’s brows waggled suggestively, and you reached for a stale roll on the counter. “Be gone!”

The roll hit him with a dull smack right in the middle of his forehead. “I’m goin’, I’m goin’–I loaf you, doll!”

You sighed and rolled your eyes at his retreating back. “Such an idiot,” you muttered, smiling to yourself.

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot,” Bucky called from the kitchen. You could hear the smug smile in his voice, and you imagined his prideful smile at that fact.

“And I’m yours,” you replied, muffled by the mouth full of pie.

Bucky chuckled, then you heard the clink of cutlery on his plate, and you dug into your own slice of pie with reverence.

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50 feel good fics for sad/bad days

alright sooo i meant to post this a while ago but life got in the way so here it finally is!! considering recent....news, maybe it was just a blessing in disguise & the universe had me wait until we really needed some feel good fics. i had a lot to recommend, but instead of making a list that was 545311 miles long, i’m gonna split it into two parts. so here’s part 1! happy (belated) valentine’s day (especially to @lemonade-soul -- hope you enjoy this now that it’s finally here lol) !!!!!

the order: alphabetical !

5 golden rules by ladidah (4k)

look our mans harry is just out here trying his best and ya know what? louis is obsessed with it and him and i am obsessed with them and this fic

you smile like the sun by softspoken (1k)

i simply do not think i could explain how cute this fic is so i just need you to read it and then you’ll understand

a+ for effort by embro (7k)

look me in the eye and tell me that nervous harry, protective/supportive louis, shy flirting n banter on harry’s part n innuendos and obvious flirting on louis’ part, and both of them being teachers doesn’t sound amazing to you

all i need is oxygen (and you) by @lululawrence / lululawrence (11k)

sus writes the cutest slow burns that always leave a smile on your face. harry pining over louis & louis weaseling his way into harry’s life ??? does it get any better ???

anybody have a map? by @2tiedships2 / 2tiedships2 (13k)

the way melanie writes louis’ internal monologue but also just dialogue in general is so *french kiss*. i adore her fics!!!

ain’t that a kick in the head! by keysmashlesbian & @karasunonolibero (22k)

this is such a funny fic but it’s also so cute i could read it 3823748 times and not get bored

all your mates are here by @londonfoginacup / ladylondonderry (36k)

have you been looking for a lovely crack abo lite fic set during christmas? if so, you’ve come to the right place! here she is!

as golden as the coast by softandslow (12k)

the visualizations & descriptions & relationship dynamics written in this are so cute and pure. captain niall always wins baby !!!

back to seventeen by @ireallysawanangel / crimsontheory (26k)

listen, when i say i have a thing for harry crushing on louis before they even interact in the fic, i mean it. this is such a cute and sexy take on childhood crush to lovers. i’ve said it once & i’ll say it again -- i adore the way nicole writes their dynamic & you will too!!

baby thinking of you keeps me up at night by ballsdeepinjesus (9k)

something about the way louis goes from condescending & over it in every way in regards to harry to just like fully in it and infatuated w him soothes my soul sm. and the way harry’s just there, ready for him like ‘oh fuck yeah lets goooo’. i’m obsessed. plus it’s got thigh fucking and we love thigh fucking

breathless for an eternity by cabinbythesea (7k)

i mean ok listen this is essentially mostly just porn w some plot but!!! i adore larry’s’ dynamic and the way you can tell that they clearly have an instant connection and that they care about each other and are so supportive to each other and i just ugh. such a good fic.

charm your pants off by @evilovesyou / 4ureyesonly28 (2k)

look louis just wants to take a cute patient on a date and who can blame him???

darling, can’t you see by @tommokat / tommokat (11k)

this!! fic!! is!! so!! cute!! the way louis & harry’s relationship changes and develops throughout the fic is so heartwarming and cute and the smut at the end???? andi very pleasantly surprised me w the smut and i am so happy about it

everywhere and nowhere by @2tiedships2 / 2tiedships2 (16k)

the way harry courts louis & wins him over is so cute!!! once again, i love how mel writes out their relationships, the banter, the internal monologues, etc. would def recommend

freeze this moment in a frame and stay like this by @rosesau / rosesau (5k)

niall truly takes one for the team in honor of harry’s infatuation constantly like the good bff he is and you know what? it lands him a no-longer-moping harry and a new bff louis. the way that as soon as they have a bridge to get to each other, larry become inseparable is truly *chef’s kiss*

found my hallelujah by @ireallysawanangel / crimsontheory (34k)

if you were wondering, no i will not shut up about this fic ever. there is some angst in this, but i’d say it’s more hurt/comfort overall than anything. right off the bat, harry & louis are enamored w each other & it’s so cute n lovely (look nicole all i’m saying is that i would pay such good money for a part 2 lemme tell u. speaking of which, i actually just realized that i think i left this comment almost word for word on the fic LMAO)

give a little sing to the singles by @londonfoginacup / ladylondonderry (31k)

look i’m obsessed with emmu’s advent calendar fics & what about it ???? the crack is just written so well while still keeping things realistic and i love seeing harry’s relationship w everyone change & develop as the story goes. not to mention niall’s plotline?? and the ending??? where’s that lady gaga gif when you need it??

gorgeous (it makes me so mad) by @artxghoul / resurrectdead (29k)

i have raved about this fic before & i will continue to rave about it!! no one can stop me!! i adore how cracky but still cute and sweet and hot and wonderful it is from the moment larry meet until the very end it’s got the best vibes. the plot twist at the end makes it 10x better too.

i made a map of your stars by @brightbluelou / brightbluelou (5k)

not only is this a super adorable popular louis worms his way into shy harry’s life, i think it’s also a lovely fic that touches on making friends who accept you and help you feel comfortable when you’ve got anxiety. it’s such a cute lil fic and i adore it

i’ll be there by @allwaswell16 / allwaswell16 (5k)

as you may have guessed, enemies to lovers can make me a bit wary. but i trust anitra so i read this anyway (i may or may not have read this before we became friends but that is neither here nor there thank u) and i’m so glad i did!!! it’s so cute n cracky n i adore it n their relationship development

i’ve been thinking ‘bout it all day by @kingonafiftymetreroad / lsforever (7k)

she’s a slow burn (techincally. or i’m just impatient. but who’s to say honestly), but she’s so cute. i know i keep saying it about these fics, but the way larry’s dynamic is written!!!!! larry’s friendship is so cute that you really don’t even notice until they cross the line to more than friends and you’re like ‘oh hell yeah, here we go!’

just one look (and i fell so hard) by @disgruntledkittenface / disgruntledkittenface (15k)

the way louis is just so protective & supportive of harry & their dynamic comes so easily is adorable & like watching a flower bloom. i love this fic sm

just jump by @jaerie / jaerie (9k)

louis helping harry come out of his shell is so cute n sexy at the same time ugh we love to see it

kiss from a rose by @chloehl10 / lovelarry10 (15k)

shy, anxious harry getting secret admirer notes??? louis being a cute lil soft bean with him????? i cry, i really truly do

knock knock, i love you by beautlouis (86k)

if you’re interested in ~90k words worth of fluff & larry falling in love, read this asap immediately!!!

late night talking by @kingsofeverything / kingsofeverything (53k)

lauren knows how i feel about this fic bc i gave her live commentary unprovoked, but like??? it’s so good??? i told her that i think louis is sneak dating harry and she didn’t confirm this but she didn’t deny it either, sooooo. it’s the theory i’m going with hehe. flirty louis and cautious yet yearning harry are written so well. this also appreciates the ‘hey babe’ lyric from written all over your face in the way that it was simply meant to be appreciated.

let our hearts collide by @crinkle-eyed-boo / crinkle-eyed-boo (76k)

ok!!!!! listen!!!! i’m not saying she’s not angsty, b u t !!!! this shit is so good. you’re guaranteed to leave with a smile. kim does such a good job of creating & developing louis and harry’s relationship while (sometimes to my dismay) remembering to also keep up liam & harry’s relationship for as long as it’s necessary LMAO. but it’s just such a lovely, heartwarming fic that makes any tears it might also produce so worth it

lazy days and pancakes for two by @cyantific / cyantific (4k)

ugh this fic is so cute. when i betaed it, my heart was constantly melting at the fluff and i was constantly giggling bc of the banter & humor incorporated. it’s just so sweet and gives you such a realistic vision into what their irl daily life on days off might be like i cry

midnight memories by grand buzz (2k)

i would cry if there were a sequel to this. the author does such a good job at giving you a visual of harry being endeared yet exasperated with louis and louis being unapologetically mischievous as well and i’m here for it !!

masterpiece by rainbowslovehl (11k)

ok so, like. take fetus x factor larry’s dynamic of harry quite literally chasing after louis and just hoping to impress him with every breath he takes but just like. with grown adults. that is larry’s dynamic in this fic and i am telling u, it’s so good and cute and funny and read it asap pls

may we all have a vision now and again by @gaycousinlarry / momentofclarity (4k)

the best way i can describe this fic is bittersweet, but in the best way. louis can and will make harry feel unprecedented emotions in any & every universe

make him want to sin @becomeawendybird / quickedween (9k)

i mean, harry immediately infatuated and louis immediately being flirty? am i nothing if not predictable? there are some plot twists as well! well. for harry at least. the reader has hindsight 20/20 hehe. i’m also obsessed w the dynamic at the table.

my saddle’s waiting by realitybetterthanfiction (28k)

listen, this fic has a special place in my heart bc it’s based in chicago yes, sure bUT the character & relationship developments that take place throughout the whole thing is phenomenal. i think the subtle things in this fic really make it so captivating

nothing but a little bit of love by cabinbythesea (7k)

this says it’s not rated but it gets quite steamyyy at some points. but i’m just a sucker for louis chasing and seducing harry and showering him with love and that’s quite literally what this is and we do absolutely love to see it

our lives, non-fiction by @indiaalphawhiskey / indiaalphawhiskey (113k)

ok look, there is actually a decent amount of angst in this, but imo it’s v much hurt/comfort as well. the way india writes smut & dirty talk??? *french kiss* but even more than that, the character development, relationship development?? how louis & marcel support each other once they find even ground??? this fic will leave you w a smile and some tears to go w it and i’m obsessed. it’s on the longer end, but so worth it (i am in fact doing a fic rec list on long fics bc it’s me and who am i if i don’t continue to make fic rec lists in 2023???)

packed lunches, sticky fingers, and accidental levitation by @londonfoginacup / ladylondonderry (10k)

this has such phenomenal writing & like idk if this was intended to be read like a crack fic but it’s got such crack fic enegy and i’m obsessed w that. it’s also such a fucking creative fic it’s actually kinda mindblowing imo

promise not to fade away by you_explode (9k)

one thing i love about this fic is that it could’ve very easily been incredibly angsty and a slow burn. but instead the author decided to have mercy on us and make it short, fluffy, and sweet. and threw in some hot smut as well. it’s just so soft and wonderful and i’m so ?? i think this is one of the first fics i ever read from this fandom & it’s never left my mind since

ready to fall by @crazyupsetter / whoknows (21k)

this is the perfect combo of crack x serious/sweet imo. who is louis if not sneaky, mischievous & a tease and who is harry if not infatuated w louis, persistent & accommodating?? a wonderful pair, we love to see it. obsessed !

stars will align for us by @2tiedships2 / 2tiedships2

since mel mostly writes omega louis (& phenomenally at that!) you better believe i savor the absolute shit out of this omega harry fic. just the way louis does his best to protect harry and weasels his way into harry’s life while he always maes sure he’s okay and that harry knows he enjoys spending time with him and i just ???? my heart melts everytime i read it

stood up by panda_bear21 (8k)

listen i have a thing for punk louis & harry already crushing on louis before they interact during a fic (i blame the way fetus harry was so obviously obsessed w louis for this) and this fic has both of those things. there is some light angst & mentioning of closeting, but the fluff so v much outweighs it.

staring across the room by @allwaswell16 / allwaswell16 (26k)

harold thinks he can resist the charms of louis tomlinson but really ... he should know better than that. this fic is so cute, sweet, and the sequel???? my heart!!!! this fic has my heart through n through n through

‘sup by @mediawhorefics / mediawhore (6k)

i! love! larry’s! dynamic! in! this! especially when harry puts his foot in his mouth and louis chases him down and is like ‘yeah, no. we’re gonna talk, darling.’ i cry and i laugh. sidenote: louis saying ‘sit your ass down’ is everything to me

single bells ring by @absoloutenonsense / nonsensedarling (16k)

i love this non-traditional abo take !!! the way louis’ attitude changes the second he lays eyes on / talks to harry is the funniest and cutest thing. louis is so mischievous and harry is so coy and the lil plot twist at the end wins you over without a doubt

tell me what you need by @disgruntledkittenface / disgruntledkittenface (2k)

listen. we have mischievously flirting louis. we have always-puts-a-foot-in-his-mouth-but-still-manages-to-endear-louis-anyway harry. we truly do love to see it!

the first time i ever saw your face by sweetrevenge (5k)

this has such a cute plot twist that i didn’t see coming, but adored! this is essentially just harry swooning over louis & honestly?? who can blame him??? not me!!!

when did i first know? i always knew by @panye / eynap (7k)

stephanie works hard at producing fine shiall content and i am here to recommend her lovely work to you. we’ve got larry, we’ve got ziam, we’ve got romance, we’ve got a proposal, we’ve got smut. what more could you ask for??? read it. appreciate it. love it.

why’d you come in here looking like that? by @homosociallyyours / homosociallyyours (7k)

i’m someone who doesn’t love it when miscommunication is a plot device so i love that megan had them talk out any confusion that, let’s be honest, can very easily happen when online dating. but the cute, awkward flirting and banter is so good. i love this fic from how soft louis is with marcel at the end and the way louis asks him out as well ???? my heart !!!!

we’re watching a television with no sound by orphan account (2k)

harry and louis’ immediate connection is so sweet and cute. just like the way they’re so tactile and comfortable w each other within minutes of meeting & you can feel the fond so strongly is just *chef’s kiss* honesty. i reread this fic like monthly, if not bi-weekly.

you’ve been taking up my mind by styleandsin (10k)

fanboy!harry/famous!louis ?? on a recommended list of mine ?? who’s shocked ?? absolutely no one. i love the premise of this fic and how their relationship/dynamic changes n develops quickly but in a way that doesn’t actually feel too fast -- just like irl tbh

young hearts on the chase by @polaroidlouis / daffodilsforlou (7k)

i love the spin that this has where the omega does the courting. the way louis just .... lets harry weasel his way into louis’ daily routine is top tier. they’re so soft and fluffy w each other it’s just so cute pls read this thnak u

please remember to leave kudos & comments on any of the fics that you read and/or enjoy!!!!

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buggyandthebartoclub · 6 months

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Your Secret Recipe for Sanji A La Mode PT. 1 A gender neutral reader x Sanji fic Rated E: contains sexual content, oral, Sanji in lingerie, mentions of bondage/bdsm (no actual bondage/bdsm in this fic, will be in part 2), coming untouched, implied that reader is a bit of pervert for Sanji NO food involved sexually the title was just funny to me ok Word count: 2208 Summary: Sanji is WEAK for you, and you wanna see him in something sexy in your bed, good thing you have JUST the recipe for such a delicacy!

A/N: HUGE thank you to the heart pirate homie hoppers for helping me workship this fic ive been struggling with for like 2-3 weeks lol! Thank you @mandiemegatron & @guilty-sugar (I literally wouldnt have gotten this far w/o Mandie TT_TT tysm ilysm)

For a man who exuded strength and pride, your amusement was palpable when you marveled at how effortlessly Sanji succumbed to the delectable flavors of your charm

Whether it unfolded through the savory banter that rolled off your tongue like a well-prepared dish, the subtle graze of your hands during the exchange of your favorite drink, or the delight of your eyes meeting across the deck with a hint of spice in a cheeky wink, every interaction with you seemed to season his demeanor.

Like ingredients harmonizing in a perfect dish, each aspect of your presence had a transformative effect, turning the strong and proud man into a concoction of flavors, a delicious blend responding to the culinary symphony of your allure.

And you yearned to have him in your hands, cradled delicately like the soft dough kneaded under Sanji’s beautiful hands, glazed over with his tears from the sweetness of a heartfelt confession. You wanted to tie him up delicately and hold him together when he inevitably crumbles apart for you.

Thankfully the recipe for this delightful surprise only required a few careful steps, thoughtful timing around your next couple destinations, acquiring suitable bindings for an artful presentation, and of course, selecting the perfect gift for your delicious chef that compliments his profile like a fine wine with a meal.

When the opportune moment arrives, all it takes is a moment to ensure you stay behind with Sanji while the rest of the crew is off exploring the new island allowing you to saunter into the kitchen with the confidence of a skilled chef, Sanji’s gift hidden behind your back as you express a sudden craving for something sweet.

Your eyes sparkle with delight when Sanji jumps at the chance to cook something delectable just for you, his praises already sweetening the air before you even find a seat, discreetly hiding his gift like a secret ingredient.

Alone with him, the kitchen became a culinary stage, and he was already overwhelmed, the heat of flustered emotions rising as you watched him cook with undivided attention, something he often begged for from you but instantly felt overwhelmed by when given it.

By the time he was finished his heart was racing as he presented your favorite treat in an elegant display, a blush growing on his cheeks as he spoke with a smile,

“Something sweet, for my sweet, I hope you enjoy”

Laughing softly, you’d place a hand delicately on his wrist, leaving him simmering in anticipation as you spoke sweetly,

“I’d enjoy anything from you, Sanji”

He’s a bubbling pot of emotions when you withdraw your hand to taste the delicacy he prepared, made only sweeter by his reaction. You grinned and laughed a little as Sanji wobbled away in a daze, letting your eyes trail after him as he fluttered weakly about the kitchen, unable to calm himself down under your weight of your gaze eyeing him up and down like he was what you wanted to eat as he continued to clean up the kitchen.

He’s already light headed before making his way back to you just as you finish up your treat to clear away your plate when he asks,

“How was it, my dove?”

“Oh, dessert was delicious, I was hoping I could have you for the main course though” you'd say with a wink and slide the gift you wrapped so carefully onto the counter, lifting the lid for him to see the contents as he wibbles and wobbles, nose bleeding and flush running up his face as he stutters out a weak

“O-Of course m-mon amour” and promptly faints at your feet

Amused, you’d help prop him up, whether it’s in the kitchen or his room, and tend to the aftermath. Placing his gift gently in his arms, and taking your leave for him to wake up in his own time.

Your anticipation simmered in the air, much like a slow cooked dish, as you savored the prospect of the impending moment. After all, the most exquisite dishes demand patience, and you have been exceptionally patient.

Weeks of careful preparation had transpired to gather the necessary ingredients for this night, treating it like Sanji would a complex recipe, each component thoughtfully chosen and measured.

Returning to your room, you prepared for the real delicacy of the night, dressing in your most seductive outfit and draping yourself loosely with a robe. The ropes, painstakingly dyed blue for this occasion, a gag you tied the week prior, and lovely little blindfold, all laid out like ingredients for a culinary masterpiece before settling in the comfort of your bed to wait out your growing excitement.

The wait would be brief before Sanji was at your door in a panic. His frantic knocks echoed across your room as he poured out one rushed apology after another

“Y/N, I am deeply apologetic for the embarrassing display you had to clean up, I was so overcome with my emotions for you at the sight of such a gift! Please give me a chance to make it up to you, I-I’ll do anything please! It won’t happen again mon amour!”

Smirking as you close your book and set it aside, going to the door, opening to Sanji's pitiful gaze as he falls on his knees, gift in hand as he wraps his arms around your waist and rubs his face into you while you card a hand through his hair and spoke in a deceptively sweet tone

“Oh it’s alright Sanji kun, I was just worried you didn’t like my gift, I spent so long picking it out just for you” trailing off and letting him jerk his head up to look at you and squeeze you tighter, his nose already bleeding a little bit again from just being against your skin

“I’d love anything from you Y/N, I was simply overwhelmed from imagining you wearing something like this for me!”

You grin as you look down at him, “Although I’d be happy to wear something like this for you sometime, I got this for you, Sanji kun” savoring the way his face turns a brilliant red. He pulls back and looks down at the box in his hands, his eyes darting back and forth between you and the box

“This, mon cheri? A-are you sure you want me to wear this?”

Your eyes gleam when you nod, excitement flushing your skin as he takes a deep breath before giving a desperate “Anything you want mon amour!”

You can barely contain your excitement as you guide Sanji up onto his feet and let him into your room, letting your robe fall off your shoulders as you sit back down on your bed, letting the view of your outfit send tremors down Sanji’s entire body, his pants already lightly tented as you eye him up and down, watching him intently as comes to a stop in front of you.

His breathing is ragged and his pupils are dilated and he’s clearly already dying to reach out and touch you, you can tell by the way his hands tremble and he bites his lip, eager to please and hesitant to disappoint he eyes you up and down, licking his lips and shuffling on his feet, looking down at the gift in his hands then back at you, his face still a smoldering red as he clears his throat.

“S-so mon bijou, how would you like me to..?” trailing off uncertainly, fidgeting under your gaze

“Why don’t you try it on for me right now?” you give a cheeky grin, “If you’re shy I can close my eyes for you, my dear”

Sanji’s knees buckled a little and he let out a stuttering breath as he nods shakily “A-ah yes, of course,” stumbling a little when he steps forward to place the gift box beside you on the bed and straightening back out to undress.

You manage to keep your breathing even when he slides off his shoes and even when his jacket comes off, licking your lips as he loosens his tie and begins to expose his sculpted chest one undone button at a time. Tilting your head back to take in the view when he starts to tug off his belt, you bite your lips as he pushes down his pants to reveal miles of deliciously thick thighs.

Your mouth is watering by the time he’s freeing his erection and reaching over to grab the silky blue outfit you spent so long picking out. Grabbing the brilliant blue material of the stockings first, slipping them on with trembling fingers when he reaches for the thong next when reach over and stop him with an airy laugh,

“Actually have to put the garter on first love, here, let me help you”

You pull the garter out of the box and traded him pieces of fabric as he stepped into the piece, his flush growing further down his body and erection straining as you kneel down to clasp the straps to the stockings, you stand back up, handing the thong back to him as you lean in close to press a kiss to his cheek and whisper in his ear

“There you go handsome, you’re doing great”

Sanji’s breath is ragged as you step back, watching him slip on the underwear, barely able to contain his throbbing member like you can barely contain yourself as he pulls out the delicate bra top, slipping those sculpted arms through the straps. You can’t help yourself from putting your hands on them and turning him around to get a delicious view of his perfect ass as you hook the bra for him, turning him back around and stepping back to sit down and lean back on the bed to admire how perfectly the blue lingerie complimented his skin, contrasting brilliantly with the blush spread down his body, complimented further by the dribble of blood dripping down his face as he watches you with ragged breath, he tries to follow after you, going in for a kiss but you put a hand on his chest, leaving him leaning over you as you smirk, inches from his lips as you speak

“Ah- Ah, before you get to have anything from me, didn’t you say you’d make it up to me for having to clean up your mess earlier? Maybe you can start by tasting the treat I have for you, and you can use your tongue to clean up the mess you’ve made of me until I feel like you’ve made it up to me.”

Sanji groans and runs his hands down your sides as he shakes his head up and down like a bobble head “Anything for you mon cherie”

And he’s sliding down between your legs, his hands shaking as he grabs at your thighs, kissing and nipping up them till he reaches your underwear, moaning when he inhales your scent, unable to control himself as he licks you through your underwear, the sounds you make send him over the edge he was already straining at and he's coming untouched just from the faint taste of you.

He pants and groans through it, pulling your underwear down through the shudders and your hands are in his hair when starts eating you like a man starved. He’s all soft lips and warm tongue, you’re unable to stay quiet when you feel trembling fingers join his tongue, you’re pulling on his hair and you thrust your hips to ride his face, chasing your pleasure as Sanji drowns in it, completely overwhelmed by everything about you as he swirls his tongue and sucks gently on you.

You’re throwing your head back, eyes closed when you tell him in between gasps

“Yes, Sanji, just like that, good boy”

And he groans into your core, eyes rolling back as his hips stutter and he finds release untouched once again as he brings you to yours.

You let him rest his head on your thigh as you both catch your breath and your running a hand comforting through his hair, it takes you a minute before you’re sitting up, slipping a hand under Sanji’s chin tipping his head back to look at you as you lean forward to reward him with a deep, tender kiss, laughing at his dazed face when you pull back and say

“Did you enjoy your treat Sanji dear?”

He nods weakly in your hand and you make an obvious glance down at his mess and back to his eyes, smiling sweetly when you coo at him

“I’m so glad, but that wasn’t supposed to be about you getting off was it?” He gulps and shakes his head softly in your hand, “So how about you let me tie you up and we can focus on you for a bit, see how many times we need to make you come before you can focus on just me?”

His pupils are blown out and blood drips from his nose as he nods weakly in your hand again, whimpering when you put your lips to his and tell him to use his words, kissing him when he says “yes, please, anything you’ll give me mon amour.”

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comphy-and-cozy · 9 months

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unforgettable - jt compher

Pairing: JT Compher x Reader (f)

Word Count: 3.1K

Author's Note: This is fully the most self-indulgent and personal fic I have ever and will ever write, so if no one likes it I'm still not gonna be sorry. This is wildly contrived and barely passable as realistic. It is quite literally Y/N's Story (C's Version). You'll know what I mean when you read it. Thanks to @smileysvech for listening to me be unhinged about this for like two months straight - you a real one. And in case you are wondering, this is the fic in question.

Warnings: Suggestive/adult content (18+ recommended), discussions about sex/sexual implications, alcohol use/consumption, full insanity. Like a medium burn/banter that's basically foreplay but no actual sexy times.

series masterlist | nhl masterlist | part 2

November 2021

Meeting a personal idol is always a special experience, full of excitement, nerves, anticipation; hopefully making a connection to tell them how much you admire them or what they mean to you. Even if it’s the intention, it feels a little embarrassing to be at a fan event put on by the team, like you’re too old to be at a function for the sole purpose of meeting professional hockey players, and the concept of being perceived is, frankly, almost overwhelming.

But then they turn out to be kind, funny, and courteous; not at all what you expected. They smile at you, ask you your name, thank you for coming, engage with you like you’re a regular human being. Like they’re a regular human being. (They are, of course, but it’s difficult to comprehend that when you’re used to them being little men on your television screen with ice knives strapped to their feet.)

When you get to your favorite TV Ice Man, he’s beautiful, and it takes you a moment to get rid of the shakiness in your voice when you hear him say your name for the first time. The warmth of his hand on your back when you pose for a photo together lingers long after he pulls away, smiling at you as he says, “Tag me in that on Instagram.”

It’s exhilarating, enough to have you bouncing from cloud to cloud as you leave, heart soaring. Still, after walking out on shaky legs with the most precious memories and photos tucked safely into your phone, you’re in need of a drink to settle the nerves that have been floating in your belly since the night began.

As soon as it touches your tongue, the drink helps to calm you down, and you’re in a dreamland as you reflect on the evening behind you. A real conversation with JT Compher, the man you’ve had a crush on for years—and he talked to you! He is aware you exist! And though you’re sure it’s a figment of your imagination, you’ll remember the warmth in his eyes when they connected with yours for the rest of your life.

Luck is on your side, it seems, when you catch a group of tall, muscular men walking in out of the corner of your eye; the aura of the room instantly changes in their presence, like the room automatically got ten degrees hotter. In the middle of the pack is the unmistakable red hair, styled meticulously, only now he’s lost his tie in favor of unbuttoning the top button on his shirt. He looks good, dressed down in a way that makes him look even more delicious than before.

His aura is different now that the event is over, like he’s able to remove the mask he put on for the public at a work event; now, he’s just a normal guy out on a Friday night with his friends. Other than the Gucci belt and Tom Ford suit, one would have no idea that he’s got an extra digit at the end of his paycheck, and he loves that.

Until he sees you. You, who knows exactly who he is, who is fully aware he’s unwinding from a long and tiring fan event with his friends. He’d have to be an idiot to forget your face, the one that made him pause when you told him your name, his breath hitching in his throat just for a moment.

When he sidles up next to you at the bar, the last thing you expect is for him to greet you, let alone remember your name. You look at him in surprise when he offers to buy your drink, gaping for a little too long until you’re nodding shyly.

“Have fun at the event?” he asks after sliding his card across the bar to open a tab, leaning up against the ornate marble as he faces you.

“It was incredible,” you reply with a blissful smile. “They—you guys—are always so nice.”

The corners of his lips curl upward, just slightly, pleased at your positive review. “I’m glad to hear that. The fans are so important to us, so I—we—like to be able to give back when we can.”

“It doesn’t get exhausting? Talking to all those people?”

Something shifts in his eyes, and briefly you wonder if he’s toying with the line of talking to a fan versus just a stranger, contemplating if he should drop a layer of his public persona. Eyeing the extra sliver of creamy skin peeking out from his unbuttoned collar, you’d say he’s already halfway there.

“It can be a lot,” he admits. “But it really is fun. And very humbling.”

Your drink is placed on the bar in front of you, and the bartender nods at JT when he asks to keep the tab open. Your heart does a flip, but you remind yourself he’s here with friends.

“How long have you been a fan?”

“I’ve been watching hockey since I was a kid,” you say, and he nods in understanding. You tell him of the photos of you as a toddler, standing in your neon windbreaker next to the Stanley Cup; you note the way his eyes glitter when you mention it, like he’s wistfully envisioning the day he’ll lift the trophy himself. You note the way you like it.

“Let me guess. Your favorite player was Joe Sakic.”

“Actually, you might hate this, but my favorite player was Steve Yzerman.”

JT’s eyebrows raise as he shrugs. “Hard to argue with that, even if he did beat the Avs. Are you a Wings fan?”

“I went to U of M, so I went to a lot of games when I lived in Ann Arbor. So I think I am by default.”

You can see his eyes shift at the mention of his alma mater, like something’s permanently altered in the dynamic between you. He doesn’t need to tell you that he went there, too, but he does anyway. “Go Blue.”

With a smirk, you raise your glass and clink the base against his as you say it back. Your eyes flick to the group he arrived with, upstairs in the VIP area, surrounded by pretty girls in tight skirts.

“Do you need to get back to them?”

JT takes a sip of his own drink, an Old Fashioned, then licks his lips again like he knows it’ll catch your attention. Then he shrugs, nonchalant. “Would rather stay here with you. Have to make sure the drink I paid for doesn’t go to waste.”

He’s too smooth, you think, warning yourself to keep an eye on him or you’d be swooning at his feet. Not that you aren’t already ready to, your own willpower barely holding up under his gaze and your Amaretto Sour weaving its way into your senses.

“What’s a Wings fan doing in Denver?”

It’s a simple question, the logical one, but you’re still surprised that he asks, that he wants to know more about the one of many fans he met tonight. Still, you answer, explain that you’re visiting friends who are big Avs fans. You don’t have it in you to tell him that you’ve had a crush on him for years, that you timed your visit to coincide with the event. That you’re having an internal meltdown just existing in his presence and trying desperately hard to remain cool and composed.

And you can’t tell if he’s flirting with you, or if he’s just being nice, which makes you panic even more, gulping down the remainder of your drink in an attempt to calm your nerves. Do his eyes keep shifting down to your cleavage, or is that your imagination? Is he letting his cheek brush against yours when he speaks into your ear, or is it just an accident?

Another round of drinks later, and he’s still here, and now you’re sure he’s at least some kind of interested. His friends are upstairs, loud, rambunctious, and he hasn’t even given them so much as a glance, instead focused on you and making you shiver under his attention.

The conversation has been steady, making its way through hockey, past childhood, and college, and jobs, and now you’re onto hobbies. And you may have accidentally let it slip that you like to write.

It’s against your own will that your mouth announces, out loud, to a professional athlete, that you write hockey fanfiction. Or, wrote. Have written. Either way, it’s the alcohol’s fault, and you’re tempted to dump the remaining contents of your glass on the ground to avoid saying anything else.

His eyebrows raise in amusement, a grin breaking out onto his face. “Oh, now you have to tell me more.”

You’re shaking your head no, face sweltering hot when you realize what you’ve just admitted. “Jesus Christ. I can’t believe I just said that. I think this conversation is done.”

“Aww, come on, tell me,” he prods, nudging your knee with his. “Was it about someone I know?”

You draw your lips tight, shaking your head to tell him your lips are sealed.

“It was!” he exclaims, his eyes lighting up. “I bet it was about Gabe. Wasn’t it? All the girls love Gabe. He’s a dreamboat.”

Covering your mouth with your hand, you shake your head at him again. This cannot be fucking happening right now.

“No Gabe? Hm…” he looks around, as if he’s searching for the subject in front of him. “Oh! Josty. He’s got a whole following of fangirls.”

Part of you wants to laugh, and the other part of you wants to die immediately on the spot, buried beneath the ground without another word. He isn’t wrong, but he is dangerously close to discovering the truth.

He sees your reaction, inferring that no, it wasn’t Josty, and he takes another sip of his drink as he racks his brain. You can practically see the gears turning in his head, mulling over the options like he’s mentally running through an encyclopedia of NHL players. Then, his eyes shift, a glitter returning to them before they’re landing back on you, and suddenly you feel hot all over, sensing the end of your life hurtling rapidly towards you.

“It’s me, isn’t it?”

Face scorching hot, you can’t help the defeated smile on your face as you cast your eyes away, mortified beyond belief. Why did you have to say anything? Things were going so well, and now you’re preparing for him to make a quick exit and dash upstairs to laugh at you with his teammates, a story that would surely make the rounds through the league. You’re contemplating which path to the door is quickest, which will get you out of there fast enough to avoid dying of embarrassment on the spot.

But instead of making a run for it, he just laughs, a surprised expression on his face. “Oh, my God.”

“I’m just gonna go now—”

“No, no,” he’s quick to say, waving his hand to show he isn’t bothered, and maybe an air of, please, stay. “I’m flattered, honestly. I didn’t think anyone liked me like that.”

Oh, they do, you think, but your semblance of self-control has taken over again, covering your mouth before the thought can verbalize; at least you can shut the fuck up sometimes. Instead, you shrug playfully, then take another sip, thinking that at the very least, you can drown out your humiliation with more alcohol.

“You gonna tell me what it was about, or you playing hard to get?”

His question is subtle but clearly twofold in meaning, and you nearly choke on your drink again. Is this real? This has to be a dream.

Forcing yourself to get your wits together, you say, “I’m gonna need another drink if you want to even remotely convince me to share that.”

“I can do that,” he grins. “Say no more.”

It’s only after he returns with another drink in hand that you notice the flush in his cheeks, the way the warm mahogany of his eyes have turned a little more molten. Maybe it’s the alcohol, or maybe—unlikely—it’s you. Probably the former. Surely the former.

He keeps the conversation light, allowing you to ask about life as an NHL star, about his favorite part about Denver, about who his funniest teammate is. He’s surprised, though, when you ask what he misses the most about life before the NHL; what he wishes he could have amidst the fanfare of being a professional athlete.

Mulling over your question, he takes another sip of his cocktail, and you seize the opportunity to admire his face, up close. The neat landscaping of his beard, the perfectly styled coiff of his hair, the deep mauvey-pink shade of his lips. God, he’s handsome.

His laugh pulls you out of your daydream, and he raises his glass toward you. “Thank you.”

You’re confused for a moment, until you realize that your thought wasn’t an internal commentary at all, but something that slipped out of your mouth by accident. You have quite literally turned into a stuttering, bumbling fool in his presence. He doesn’t seem bothered, though, swiftly moving past the moment to answer: “Honestly, I think what I miss most are conversations like this. Where I don’t have to be ‘on,’ where I can just be a normal guy with a pretty girl at a bar.”

“A girl telling you she wrote smutty fanfiction about you is ‘normal’?”

JT’s face shifts, and all at once you realize the additional descriptor you used, immediately groaning at the accidental admission. Why do you keep doing this? Why does it have to be him?

“Smutty? Like, it’s spicy?”

“No,” you lie, but the speed of your reply is a dead giveaway, and suddenly he’s grinning.

“You wrote—” he drops his voice to a whisper, “—sexy times about me?”

Your non-answer is an answer in itself, and the smile on his face is so wide, he might as well have won the Stanley Cup. Your face burns, could probably fry an egg on your cheeks, ready to slink into a hole and never come out.

“Oh, come on, now you have to tell me!” he says. “I won’t judge. I swear.”

“I’m sorry, that information is classified. It’s firmly secured under lock, key, and shark-infested waters with lasers attached to their heads.”

“Okay, fine, I can play this game,” he grins, pretending to crack his knuckles. “Was there… a blowjob?”

“Jesus, JT. Coming in hot, are you?” Then, “No.”

“That hurts, but I understand,” he places his hand over his heart. “What about… cunnlingus?”

“I am shocked that you know what that word means.”

“I have an elite education. You should know.”

“The leaders and best,” you say with a raised glass.

“Stop deflecting. Did I eat you out or not?”

The intimacy and bluntness of the phrasing makes your heart flutter, along with the area in question. The devil on your shoulder is whispering, fuck around and find out. So, with an internal shrug, you do. “You may have.”

JT beams. “Excellent.”

He rapid fires off more categories—spanking, handcuffs, edging, foot fetish?—all of which make your cheeks burn the more he inquires, as casual as asking you about what you do for a living.

“Threesome?”

“No.”

He hums. “Good. I didn’t want to share.”

The admission catches you off-guard, and judging by the way he eyes you for your reaction, he said it intentionally to rile you up. You hope he can’t see the rapid way your heart beats in your throat, the idea that this professional athlete would ever be possessive over a fan with a crush.

His last question pulls you from your thoughts and also makes you nearly snort your drink out of your nose. “Anal?”

“Jim Tim, I’m really gonna need you to cool it with topics I’m wildly unprepared to discuss.”

“That sounds like you’ll be ready at some point, though.”

“Maybe if you call me in about 100 years, I will be.”

He hums, then swirls the ice left in his glass. “What about the time it takes me to cash out and Uber back to mine?”

Your brain completely shuts down at the invitation, the proposition striking you in the face. He couldn’t have seriously been flirting with you this entire time, could he? Surely, he was just being silly with a girl—a fan—who he’ll never see again?

But he’s looking at you, and it feels like the time has long since passed if he was going to announce that it’s all been a joke. He’s waiting for your reply, for a confirmation that all of his hard work and perfect banter has not gone to waste.

So you nod, letting out a loud sigh as soon as his red hair disappears back into the crowd to pay his tab. Your hands are shaking, your heart threatening to leap out of your throat, and you glance around like everyone is going to start laughing at you for believing that JT Compher would want to take you home.

JT’s skin tingles as he signs his check, nodding a ‘thank you’ at the bartender before pocketing his wallet. This wasn’t what he expected when he prepped himself for the event tonight; he anticipated photos, nervous fans, hand aching from signing so many hats and jerseys—and afterward, decompressing at the bar with the guys, having a few drinks, guffawing along as Bo surely makes a fool of himself. Instead, he feels like he’s been smacked in the face, in awe of the girl he met and promptly learned he can’t get enough of. It’s only been a few hours, but he’s hooked on her smile, on her quick wit, on the way she makes his cock twitch in his pants when she laughs.

He yearns to be with her, now, to try his chances at feeling her pretty lips on his, to get a better glimpse at the jeans she painted on over the tempting curve of her hips. Though he’s confident—she wrote fanfiction about him for Christ’s sake—it’s far from a slam-dunk, but he’s eager to embrace the challenge ahead, and equally content to just spend more time basking in her presence.

But when he returns to the spot he left her at, she’s nowhere to be found. He scans the crowd, searching for the eyes that have captivated him so deeply. A tinge of nerves blaze through him, the thought of being ghosted flitting through his brain, but then he remembers the way she looked at him, the way her breath hitched when he leaned in close to her.

So, he searches for her, sure she’s just stepped away for a moment. He checks the bar, the restroom, the front door, the back door—nothing. And then he finally accepts the truth: She’s gone, disappeared without a word, far too good to be true.

JT Ubers home alone, left to quell the burning in his gut in the somber solidarity of his bedroom, wistfully wondering if your paths will cross again someday.

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resowrites · 1 year

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Toddy - drabble.

Summary: Henry’s girlfriend exacts revenges when his inconsiderate behaviour goes too far…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Girlfriend!OC

Warnings: fluff, banter/British humour, dialogue heavy, language/slight sexy talk, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 744

A/N: My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Toddy - drabble.

"D'ya want a hot toddy?"

"Sod off, I'm not talking to you. Look at me, I'm chilled to the bloody bone." Henry was well and truly getting on her last nerve. He'd not only missed food off the shopping list but also bought the wrong Christmas tree which he'd proceeded to hack apart in the living room. He then broke the chainsaw when she demanded he go outside to finish trimming it and when he requested her help bringing it back inside (he'd scratched loads of paintwork dragging it through the house), he lobbed snowballs at her from behind the garden shed.

"Oh that reminds me, did you defrost the chicken?" She caught the smirk on his face just as he took another glug of the piping hot drink. She chucked the towel she'd been using to dry off right at him.

"Get upstairs and bring the decorations down. Now."

"Hang on, let me have a bloody drink first…"

"I think not. A couple more glasses and you won’t be able to get up there, now go." She shooed Henry out of the kitchen only to feel her backside being thwacked with the towel when she wasn't looking.

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About fifteen minutes later she heard him yelling her name. She sighed and threw aside the knife she'd been using to chop carrots. How she wished she'd bought it with her though, especially when she saw his grinning face poking through the attic door. "What, you idiot? I'm trying to make lunch."

"I need you to hold the ladder so I can get down, or do you not want the decs?" A thought then crossed her mind and she leisurely moved the ladder aside. "What are you doing? I have to get down, you know I'm too heavy to be up here long." But she ignored Henry and pulled her phone from her back pocket.

"Of course you can come down, darling. But first you'll need to answer these three Yuletide questions." His mouth fell open.

"Are you joking? I'm about to fall through the bloody joist, get the ladder!" She blinked at Henry then cleared her throat.

"What year was the chocolate advent calendar invented?" He stared at her in disbelief. "What? Too hard? I thought you'd easily get that one. Do you want a hint?"

"No, I want the ladder before I crash land in the fucking kitchen."

"Darling, this will go a lot quicker if you just answer the questions. Come on, take a guess." Henry sighed and rubbed his forehead. "No? Okay, well then you have to get the next two correct. Now this one actually has two answers but I'll accept either. What does the Yule log represent?"

"Other than the fact you've lost the fucking plot? This isn't funny, I've got to get down!"

"Well it wasn't funny telling me I've got a fat arse. So here we are."

"I never said that!"

"No? What did you say after you finished pelting me with snowballs, Henry?"

"… I can’t recall."

"Really? Because I believe the exact words were 'it's not my fault your arse is a moving target.'" He waited a beat.

"Well then I never outright said you've got a big arse…" She pursed her lips and reached for the cover of the attic door. "No -- don't trap me up here!"

"Why not? If you're quiet, I'll still bring up your lunch."

"Hold on! You've got a gorgeous arse, darling. Ample but firm--" she sighed and turned to head back down the stairs. "Wait, where are you going?!"

"To sit on it, seeing as how you won't apologise or answer any questions."

"Wait, wait. I'm sorry, okay?! And I don't know the bloody answers!"

"… What else are you sorry for?"

"Everything! I'm sorry for bloody existing, alright--" an ominous groan sounded above her. "SEE?! I need to get down, now!" She somehow managed to keep a straight face.

"Calm down, you've still got one last question. Get this right and we'll call it even. How long does it take for hypothermia to set in? I'd give you a hint but I'm still recovering." Henry wracked his brains.

"Oh wait, hang on… I know this one. Around thirty minutes?" She pouted.

"Sadly that's correct. Oh well, better luck next time I suppose…" She returned the ladder and held it in place but was wise enough to make a run for it the minute his feet touched the floor.

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enden-k · 8 months

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Hi so um where should I start lol

Your art is stunning. I've been looking at it for many months (without blinking) now and every time it's such a treat!

God, I love everything about it. Yout artstyle is so distinct, like damn. You're one of my favourite Kavetham artists ever, you draw them so well, and your hcs and comics of them are so on point, especially the banter, I just love them so muchshshshshhs

Your Alhaitham is so pretty and sexy like, I was already diagnosed with Hayi addiction, and your art turned it into Hayi obsession (my lawyers will hear about this).

Oh, and witch Haitham? I'm dead, I'm on the floor, I'm below the floor, I'm six feet under, I'm ascending into celestia, he's so beautiful omg

And your Kaveh is so cute too, like he's so baby and a little dumb, I love that for him. Also his hair is so pretty and nice to look at + the expressions you draw for him are sending me, he's literally every emotion lmao

Also, not Kavetham related, but umm- your Arlecchino ahem- 😳😳😳😳 like girl didn't have to hit so hard but I'm so glad she did (daddy sorry daddy sorry da-)

And I love how you drew her eyes!

Oh, about the eyes, I think they're one of the most distinctive traits when I think about your artstyle, like, for every character I mean. They're always so bright, and expressive and pretty, I love how you draw & color eyes, they're just *chef's kiss*

Can't forget the horni stuff either like ayo- 👀 I've never stared more disrespectfully in my life

Anyways your artworks are beautiful and majestic and gorgeous ('n funni), I'm so happy we're into the same ship so I was able to discover your wonderful artstyle!

Sorry for the random essay, just didn't know how to put it short, but yeah, love your stuff! Keep doing the thing man

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jarofstyles · 2 years

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as an american i think it would be funny to spend the 4th of july with h for obvious reasons

I am not the biggest fan of the state of this country rn but it would be interesting to see him at a bbq lmao

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“Hm. I think s’mores are the best part of this event.” Chocolate was smeared around her boyfriend’s chin, unknowingly dripping from the melty, gooey sweet he had taken a bite into. While Y/N wasn’t that patriotic, she didn’t mind a good barbecue and bonfire with family.

“Christ, you’re like a toddler.” She murmured, reaching over and wiping her thumb over his chin. The chocolate was scooped up and she took it into her own mouth, sucking it clean with a little wink that made him grunt. It wasn’t fair of her to do sexy things in front of her family when he truly couldn’t do anything about it.

“You’ve licked up wors-“

“Don’t even. There are children around, you freak.” Y/N hissed, pulling a bit of his leg hair to make him yelp. Harry always had been a little shit and loved to tease but Y/N unfortunately found it to be incredibly endearing.

“Oi! Why do you assume the worse of me.” He sniffed, a pout settling on his still somewhat messy lips. “What if I was referencing the fondue incident?”

“You weren’t.” She didn’t even need to look at him to know that. It was the tone of which he said it. Harry just didn’t like being scolded, though loving banter. He was quite good at going back and forth with her.

“Whatever.” He grumbled, finishing off the s’more before placing another marshmallow on the stick, placing it over the fire pit. “When do the fireworks come on? I’ve got t’grab my ear plugs.” Harry was a fan of the colors but not the booms. It was loud and his ears were delicate, alright?

“Mm… about 20 minutes.” The sun has gone down and the little light up bugs he liked so much began to dazzle on and off. Their blanket was settled at the top of the hill to watch the fireworks and he couldn’t wait to go snuggle with her as the colors popped around. He didn’t care much for the holiday but he enjoyed spending time with Y/N and her family, who shared the same sentiment. It was a day off and an excuse to gather and enjoy one another’s company, and decent food. Though… Harry wasn’t a fan of hot dogs.

“Mm, okay. One more and then I’ll go n’grab them. I’ll have gained a stone by the time I’m done at your parents house. Every time we come, they stuff me with the best food. Not fair.”

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halfrican-heat · 2 years

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Slow&Steady (S. Rogers)

Summary: AU. Steve has an obsession with the hot owner of his favorite coffee shop. What does Steve have to do to get her to understand that they belong together? (Word Count: 5622)

Pairing: Black!OC x (Soft)Dark!Steve Rogers

Warnings: Cursing, Slow-ish Burn, SMUT, Degradation kink, p in v sex, oral (m receiving), Breeding kink (slight), Female Identifying Reader, Violence, Abusive Situation, Discussions of Abuse, Fighting, Near Death Experience (minor character), Stalking, D/S Elements, (very) Mild Dubious Consent, Body Image Issues

A/N: Hi. I have not posted a story in years, but I didn’t make my masterlist pretty for nothing! So here’s to my first post! Hurray!! I tried to be as detailed as possible with the warnings, so please let me know what I have missed or how I can improve those, please! Also, works part-time at a Starbucks in this universe because I said so lol. It worked well for the banter. Please be patient with me as I get acclimated to writing fandom things again :) It has been a long time. But this felt good to share. Beta’d by me, so I’m sure there may still be some errors. I’ll update those as I see them. Enjoy! -Lyv <3

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The bell chimed quietly as he entered. Steve had been coming to see her for weeks now. He was in a rush to get home after work one night but really wanted a good cup of coffee. He was tired of that bland shit his job served, so he stopped by a little hole in the wall. It looked empty save for two or three people lingering, but what caught his eye was the woman behind the counter.

She was breathtaking. The way her hips swayed as she walked, her smirk whenever she found something amusing. She was like a drug to him. He especially loved the way she would snort when something was extremely funny but then cover her mouth, looking around to see if anyone heard. They usually hadn’t. But Steve did. He noticed everything about her. He couldn’t get enough of her.

Her name was Selene. She had deep brown skin that looked kissed by the sun and full lips that curved into that delicious, sexy smirk he loved to see. Her hairstyle varied. Some days it was black with full waves or reddish-brown with loose curls. Other days, her hair was in a coily updo that showcased her thick, gorgeous afro.

A “pineapple” she called it.

It was this hairstyle that greeted Steve as he walked in. Her coils were extra-defined, and she chose to braid her hair up into the puff Steve loved so much. She accented the look with gold beads and stray curls framing her face.

Selene didn’t notice him at first, humming contentedly as she wiped down the counter. Her back was to him, and Steve couldn’t help but admire her full, round ass shift from side to side. She leaned over to scrub a spot across the table, giving him an even better view as she moved forward. Steve licked his lips slowly, clenching his jaw to keep from making a move on her.

Slow and Steady.

That’s what he told himself. So instead, he cleared his throat to catch her attention. She jumped slightly, whipping around. Her face relaxed when she saw it was him. She rolled her eyes playfully, sauntering behind the counter.

“You know it’s near closing, Steve.”

Her voice was like music to his ears and fuel for the ever-growing bulge in his pants. He shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged, giving her an easy grin.

“No one else is here. Besides, you’ve got the best coffee around.”

She started the machine up, not bothering to ask for his order. She already knew. Her hands moved expertly as she made his drink, never once stumbling or faltering. For a moment, Steve imagined what those hands might feel like on him.

Nails raking down his chest, pulling him closer as he buries his–

“You work at Starbucks, dude.”

Her words pulled him from his thoughts. His cheeks flushed red as he cleared his throat.

“Like I said,” He began, walking to the counter. “You do it better.”

In every single fucking way, he thought.

“Ya damn right we do. I don’t mind taking money from a competitor,” She said, finishing up his drink and sliding it over with a wink.

“There you go. Just how you like it.”

Black and sweet.

“Thanks, Sel. How much?”

“On the house. From one barista to another.”

As Steve reached for the cup their hands grazed. Selene looked up at him, her soft brown eyes swirling with something unreadable. Steve was almost certain it was desire.

She gently bit her lip as they held eye contact, but before Steve could think of something to say she blinked and pulled away.

“Alright, now. Get out. I gotta close up. My baby and I have plans.”

Steve’s hand tightened on his coffee.

“Yeah? What are y’all doing,” He asked, his voice tight.

“Just a lil date night. But I would like to get out on time,” She said, pulling her apron off. “So…”

Steve had to repress a groan at the sight of her body. Soft, supple curves filled out the striking red sweater dress she wore. The subtle v-neck accentuated the swell of her breasts and drew attention to her cleavage. The jiggle of her tits and ass as she jumped a little to reach the hook had Steve thankful her back was turned to him. He was hard as a fuckin’ rock at the moment.

Even still, a rage like white-hot fire burned in his veins. Her baby she had said. Yeah, Steve knew she had a man. But he didn’t give a fuck. That son of a bitch wasn’t shit compared to him. Selene deserved better and Steve knew he could be that for her.

He had heard the way she spoke of her baby to the other baristas when he would stop by on his lunch breaks. How he always complained about her appearance and never wanted to spend time with her. Steve was more than confident this “date night” was her idea and her baby was just an unwilling participant. But she wouldn’t have to worry about that anymore. Steve would set things straight.

He just had to get her to see that her boyfriend wasn’t good enough for her. But right now, she was clueless.

So, Steve made up his mind. He was going to make her see.

“Steve. Earth to Steve! I have to go,” She called out, pulling him from his thoughts. “You’re holding me up.”

He blinked, taking a sip from his coffee. Selene arched an eyebrow and placed a hand on her hip, silently asking him why the fuck he hadn’t left yet. Steve just smirked and put $20 in the tip jar. Selene frowned, preparing to speak. But before she could, Steve turned and headed out the door.

“I’ll see you around, Selene. Thanks for the coffee.”

Steve walked to his car and got in. But he didn’t pull off. Instead, he watched Selene finish closing up the cafe as he drank his coffee. She flipped the open sign to “closed” and locked the door behind her before hopping into her car. As soon as she pulled off, Steve started his car up and followed her, glancing at the time. It was 7:15. From previous conversations, Steve knew that Selene lived 15 minutes away so their date night was probably at 8:00. Thinking of the sexy red number she had on, Steve didn’t think she needed to get ready.

But he knew she would want to freshen up and change.

When she pulled into the parking lot of her apartment building, Steve intentionally drove past it before looping around and finding a spot down the road. From where he was parked, he could still see her car and had a good view of her apartment building. He watched as she got out of the car, taking another sip of his lukewarm coffee. He didn’t really like coffee once it got started to cool down. The burn of hot coffee on his tongue reminded him that he was alive. So no, Steve wasn’t a fan of cooled coffee.

But Selene had made it, and Steve would be damned if he let a single drop go to waste.

Once Selene was in her building, Steve got out of his car. He followed the path he watched her take, dumping his empty coffee cup on the way. Each apartment was two stories, so all he had to do was find the front door that looked like hers. And judging by the coffee-themed welcome mat in front of one of the doors, he was sure he had found it.

Apartment D. Fitting, he thought.

So, Steve stepped aside and found a shadowy spot between Apartment C and D. This spot kept him hidden but gave him a perfect view of parking space D– so he could see when Selene’s baby would arrive. Steve wasn’t sure what his plan would be when the guy did show up, but he decided that

he would have time to figure out the minor details while he waited. He checked his phone. 7:40.

The fucker was due any minute.

But as the minutes ticked by, he didn’t show. Steve leaned against the wall, checking his phone again. 8:05. By the time 8:20 rolled around, Steve had taken to scrolling through the few pictures of Selene he had on his phone. He had gotten so wrapped up admiring her that he didn’t notice the shabby-looking vehicle pull into the parking spot in front of Selene’s building. It wasn’t until he heard Selene’s voice that his head shot up. He checked the time.

8:45

That son of a bitch was 45 minutes late to his date with Selene. Steve felt his rage returning full force, his jaw clenching.

“Where have you been, Theo?”

Theo? What type of square ass name is that?

“Don’t worry about that. You tryna leave or not, Selena?”

Steve couldn’t see the couple, but he could imagine the way Selene was looking at him. Her brow was probably furrowed with one eyebrow arched and her hands on her hips. Her head would be tilted to the side as she kissed her teeth. He’d seen the look plenty of times when watching her deal with disrespectful (usually white) customers. He heard her scoff a little.

“Selena? What bitch you know named Selena?”

Theo clicked his teeth. “Girl, don’t start with that shit. I ain’t mean it like that.”

Steve edged out of the shadows a little. He could see a little more clearly now. Theo’s back was to him but he wasn’t much taller than Steve. He was fair-skinned with a low-cut fade and some busted-up Jordans on his feet. He didn’t have much in the way of muscle, looking about as thin as a toothpick.

But he could see Selene clearly, and he felt his breath falter for a moment. She had changed out of the red sweater dress and into something more revealing. It was a black two-piece set. The top was single-shouldered and cropped, showing off Selene’s midriff while the skirt had two long slits running up the side, giving Steve an excellent view of her toned thighs. Steve licked his lips, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.

Her makeup was darker than before, making her eyes look sexy and mysterious. Selene’s plump, full lips were painted dark crimson with a light gloss on top. Her tits were sitting perfectly in her top and from the way her nipples hardened as a slight breeze blew, she definitely wasn’t wearing a bra. Steve’s cock twitched in his pants. He adjusted himself, moving closer so he could hear better.

“So you getting your ass in this car or no? Cause you wastin’ my time if not.”

Selene scoffed again and rolled her eyes.

“The reservation was 45 minutes ago, so no. I’m not going nowhere with you, Theo,” Selene snapped, turning to head back into her house.

It was at that moment that Theo made his first fatal mistake. He snatched Selene by her upper arm, pulling the girl toward him forcefully. Steve restrained himself.

Slow and steady.

“Nah, bitch. I ain’t come out here for nothing. Either we eating or we fuckin’. Your choice.”

“Let me go, Theo. I don’t owe you shit.”

Selene tried to pull away, but Theo pushed her against the brick wall of her apartment.

“You gone do what the fuck I tell you to do. You run that mouth so much, how about you show me what it do.”

Mistake two. Steve was seeing red and ready to jump from the shadows. He close his eyes to compose himself but could feel his rage steadily rising. But then he heard a groan and the sound of a fist connecting with a face.

“Get your fucking hands off me, Theo. I ain’t nobody’s bitch.”

Steve watched as Selene’s fist connected with Theo’s face again, causing the dude to fall into his rusted jalopy. Selene turned to leave, not noticing Theo preparing to lunge at her. Steve took his chance.

He leaped forward and pulled Theo backward, snatching him up by the collar. He could smell the cheap alcohol on Theo’s breath. Steve punched him in the face for a third time, causing the drunken man to fall on his ass. Theo stumbled to his feet, attempting to tackle him, but Steve maneuvered around the staggering man and pushed him to the ground.

“The fuck are you doing, man? Get outta here,” Steve shouted, kicking Theo in his back.

Steve turned to Selene, immediately checking her for injuries. She stepped back, looking at him confused.

“Steve, what the hell are you doing here? Wh–”

“Relax, relax,” He interrupted, trying to placate her. “I was leaving my cousin’s place and I heard him. I wanted to help.”

She relaxed for a moment, wrapping her arms around herself. She tucked a stray coil behind her ear.

“W-well thank you. I didn’t really need your help but I appreciate it.”

He cautiously placed his hands on Selene’s shoulders, relishing in the feeling of her silky smooth skin under his hands.

“Selene, is he always like that?”

She shrugged. “When he drinks, yeah. But I can handle myself. Ain’t shit he gone do to me that I don’t want done.”

Pride rose in Steve’s chest. Most girls said things like that. Things that downplayed the abuse they faced, but Steve knew Selene meant it. Wasn’t shit gonna happen to his baby and definitely not while he was around. It was then that Steve knew he loved her. Fully and completely.

She could take care of herself, yes, but she wouldn’t have to anymore. Steve loved fiercely and fully, willing to do whatever it took to protect his loved ones. And Selene was obviously the love of his life.

Steve started to speak, but the bastard on the ground clearly didn’t get enough of having his ass beat.

“You need some white ass, Superman-looking nigga to save you? Bitch, I knew you wasn’t shit with yo’ fat ass.”

Theo laughed scathingly as Steve watched the look of pain flash across Selene’s face. She immediately schooled her features into an impassive mask, but Steve saw it. He saw how the words affected her. And it pissed him off.

Strike three.

He took a heavy breath before turning on Theo. It was as if he blacked out, his body moving before his mind could catch up. His fists moved of their own volition, slamming into Theo’s face. Theo’s hands flailed, smacking at Steve a few times but those weak slaps and scratches didn’t phase him. Steve was shouting but he had no idea what he was even saying. His rage blinded him as he put all his effort into destroying the man that hurt his girl.

“Steve! Steve, stop! You’re gonna fucking kill him,” Selene screamed. “Please!”

“Let him die,” Steve growled in response.

Theo was barely conscious by this point, probably near death, as Steve reared back to land one more fatal punch. Selene grabbed his arm mid-swing.

“Steve,” She said slowly. “You gotta stop. This ain’t the hood. Someone is gonna call the fucking cops.”

Steve gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the calming effect her touch had on him. With a frustrated sigh, Steve got up. Theo’s head rolled to the side and for a chilling moment he went completely limp, but then he coughed and groaned in pain. Satisfied, he turned back to Selene with his eyes blazing. Danger radiated off him in waves.

“You better have a good fucking reason for stopping me.”

Selene swallowed slowly, gently grabbing his arm.

“Let’s go inside. Let’s get you cleaned up before the police come.”

Steve allowed her to tug his arm forward, letting her guide him into the apartment. He hesitated at the threshold, looking over his shoulder at Theo.

“Watch your fucking mouth, bitch,” He spit at the barely conscious man on the ground.

Then, he allowed Selene to pull him into the apartment.

Steve sat in silence for a while as Selene moved through different rooms in her apartment. While he waited, Steve looked around.

It was almost how he had imagined. Decorated minimally but with tons of personality. The color scheme was shades of orange and yellow with white accents. The pictures on her wall were afro-centric with a few plants spread around the space. It looked so much like her. Simple but vibrant and enticing.

The plush yellow sofa he sat on was adjacent to the door, facing a nicely sized television with a small glass coffee table between the two. Steve felt like he could make himself at home there.

There was a kitchen area separated by a pass-through with little bar stools in front of it.

Selene rounded the corner, with a first aid kit and a bowl of water.

She sat gingerly on the glass table in front of him, avoiding eye contact. Steve stared at her unabashedly, waiting for her to speak. She didn’t.

Instead, she took his hands in hers and started to clean them, dipping a rag from the kit in the bowl occasionally. When she felt his hands were cleaned well enough, she put ointment on them and wrapped them in gauze.

Then, she moved on to the scratches on his face. For the first time since they came into the apartment, she met his eyes. Steve could see the conflict in them and he wanted nothing more than to kiss her until she was breathless.

She looked away, focusing on his wounds instead. He hissed a little as the antiseptic touched his skin and she giggled lightly. A large grin broke out on Steve’s face at the sound.

“Something funny?”

She met his eyes again, her hand resting on his cheek. Her eyes were light for the first time since Steve arrived at her apartment. His smile softened and he rested his hand on top of hers. She swallowed thickly, biting her lip.

“Well?” Steve whispered.

They leaned in slowly, hesitantly. But at the last second, Selene looked away and separated herself from Steve.

“Uh, you’ll need to put some ointment on your scratches. A-And you’ll have to take off your shirt. You can’t have all that blood on your shirt when you leave.”

“I don’t think it really matters with the comatose guy lying on the ground outside your apartment. You called the cops, right?”

Selene nodded, pacing away from him. Her hands covered her midsection as she fiddled with her fingers.

“Yeah, the ambulance. But…this wouldn’t be the first time the cops got a call about Theo. He’s a bit of a nuisance if you couldn’t tell.”

Understatement of the fucking year.

Still, Steve pulled his shirt over his head in one swift motion. He heard her breath hitch and smirked a little.

“Yeah, well what are you gonna tell them about his…condition?” Steve asked.

“He got into a drunken fight with another drunk who ran off when I threatened to call the cops.”

Steve nodded, considering her words.

“Cool. Okay, then.”

Selene nodded, pursing her lips. She wrapped her arms around herself and seemed to be considering her words before she spoke again.

“Steve, what are you doing here?”

“I got a cousin in the area, two doors down actually. I was walking to my car,” He lied easily.

“Oh for real? He lives in 2B?”

“Yeah, something like that. He needed help with his TV.”

“Oh. Well, that’s funny ‘cause I don’t recall any men staying with Ms. Carter. She’s a widow.”

He blinked. Maybe she wasn’t as clueless as he’d thought.

“W-well, I can explain–”

“Save it, Steve. I’m not fucking stupid. What are you doing here?”

Maybe it was the way she had spoken to him or the distrust in her eyes, but something inside of Steve cracked. Something dark and possessive, twisting and curving like black ink, coursed through his veins. It consumed him in a way that could only be satiated by devouring her entirely.

“No, you are.”

“Excuse me? What are you talking about?”

Steve stood and crossed to her, his full height dwarfing hers as he backed her against the wall of her island counters. Both hands caged her head between him and the wall. Selene took a heavy breath, trying her best to look unbothered.

But Steve knew he was affecting her. He could almost see the lustful spark in her eyes.

“You are fucking stupid because you wasted your time on that fucking waste of space —

He moved his mouth to her ear, his voice lowering.

—when I have been right here.”

He pushed off the wall, putting some space between him and Selene.

Slow and steady, he reminds himself. So, he takes a calming breath.

“You’ve been giving yourself to a man who isn’t worth more than the dirt under your fucking boot,” Steve all but growls. “So, I got fucking tired of it.”

“That’s not your place, Steve! I’m a grown woman. I can handle myself!” Selene shouted, moving toward him.

“Does it look like I give a fuck? Cause I don’t,” He shot back, inching forward as well. “You’re mine. And it’s time you act like it.”

“Excuse me? Who the fuck are you talking to!”

Selene closed the space between them, attempting to shove him backward but he grabbed her hands the moment they touched his firm chest.

“Stop it,” He said. “I won’t tell you again.”

That dangerous edge rolled off him again, swirling around Selene like an intoxicating scent. She took a shallow breath, finding herself lost in his intense glare. They were a soft blue that darkened as he cupped her face gently. The heat of his gaze brought out the green tone of his eyes, causing a riot to break loose inside Selene. The danger in his eyes spread through her like a thick black haze, infecting her insides and muddling her brain. Her eyes flickered down to his lips as she bit hers again.

Selene leaned in closer, “Steve…” She whispered. “I— I don’t even know you.”

Their lips were only a breath apart. “You will,” He whispered.

Then, their lips crashed together. He dominated her easily with his mouth as her hands found his hips, stroking his v-lines and the outline of his abs. Her hands felt like heaven on his skin as he held the back of her head, deepening the kiss.

She moaned into his mouth, fiddling with the button on his jeans. He pushed her hands away, grinning as they parted.

“Eager? Don’t worry, baby, you’ll get what you want. But there is something I want first.”

He took her hand, leading her over to the couch. He sat, looking up at her expectantly.

“I think you should thank me. Don’t you?”

Selene smiled coyly, kneeling in front of him slowly.

“Yeah..I should.”

She undid his jeans, helping him maneuver his pants and boxers down. Steve’s dick sprung free, full and erect. He released a sigh of relief that turned into a groan as she gently took him in her hands.

She could barely hide the surprise on her face as her hand could barely wrap around his cock. Steve wasn’t too long, but definitely longer than average and he was thick as hell.

The thought of him stretching her open had Selene’s pussy clenching as a new wave of lust crashed over her. Slick, wet arousal filled her panties as she licked her lips, leaning forward to take him in her mouth.

She started slowly, using her tongue to tease up his shaft. She then licked from the base to the tip, flattening her tongue and making sure to flick the base of his tip. She relished in the moans coming from him and took that as a cue to go further. She sucked his tip in her mouth, humming happily as he bucked his hips.

Meanwhile, Steve was in heaven. He could barely think as she swirled around the tip, teasing it with little flicks of her tongue. With one hand resting on his thigh, she brought the other up to massage his balls as she took more of him in her mouth.

As the sensation of her sucking him off and massaging his balls ran through him, Steve had to restrain himself from saying those three little words. Instead, he said them on repeat in his head like a mantra.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

Steve’s hands flew to Selene’s head, trying to be mindful of her carefully done hair. She started to move her mouth rapidly up and down his shaft, gagging as she tried to take all of him. Steve’s breath hitched as he hit the back of her throat each time she took him deeper.

Unable to control himself, he started thrusting into her mouth. His actions drew loud whimpers and moans from her as she relaxed her jaw and allowed him to fuck her face.

Feeling himself coming close, he pulled her off him with a satisfying pop.

Removing his clothes all the way, he stroked himself as he watched her stand and strip out of her clothes. She hesitated at her skirt but turned her back to him, pulling it down. Steve frowned.

He would kill every son of a bitch that ever made this woman feel bad about her body.

Selene was toned, sure, but being a thicker girl meant having more to love in certain areas. Specifically the stomach area. But Steve felt it added to her sex appeal and for her to hide was offensive to him.

“Princess, don’t do that. Don’t hide from me. Get over here.”

Selene turned around, her arms wrapped around her midsection. She stepped over to him, her eyes downcast. Steve reached for her and positioned her over his hard cock. She shifted, desperate to sink down onto his waiting erection. But Steve held her hips firmly, waiting for her to make eye contact.

When she did, he finally spoke.

“You don’t hide from me, you got that? You’re mine. You’re beautiful.”

Selene averted her eyes again.

“Look at me, Selene.”

Selene hesitated. She wasn’t used to taking orders, but something in her wanted to please him. It went against everything she believed in. Submitting to a white man? Hell no. But still, Selene found herself nodding slowly, meeting his eyes.

“I hear you. Now, are you gonna fuck me or what?”

At her words, Steve grinned and bucked his hips upward. He slid his cock against her wet folds, the sound of her wetness filling the room. Her tight grip on his shoulders, the burn of her nails digging into his flesh, anchored him as his head rolled back on the couch. Feeling her wetness drove him absolutely wild but he worked hard to savor the moment– to let her feel exactly what she did to him.

Steve wanted to take his time with her but his restraint slowly fell apart the more needy her moans grew.

Slow and steady, slow and steady, slow and—

“Steve, please. I need it,” She whined.

And just like that. His resolve snapped.

“Fuck it,” Steve growled, flipping them over.

He threw her leg over his shoulder, the other resting on the back of the couch, and finally slid home. Steve’s eyes rolled to the back of his head at how tight Selene was.

“Fuck,” He hissed. “Fuck, you’re so perfect, baby. Made for me.”

Selene cried out at the drag of his cock as he pulled out, biting back a scream as he slammed back in. He held her leg tightly on his shoulder as he pumped in and out of her at a rapid pace, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. Her tits bounced in tandem with his movements as he fucked her deeper.

Passion ignited the air as Steve finally laid claim to the beautiful woman beneath him. He leaned down, pressing their lips together, swallowing her moans. She pulled him closer, her nails raking down his back.

“You like that? You like the way I fuck you?” Steve teased, his voice breathy and deep.

“Yes, yes,” She sobbed, feeling dizzy with pleasure. Tears leaked from her eyes at the pleasurable burn Steve’s dick provided. She had never felt so full before.

“Who do you belong to, Selene? Tell me whose pussy this is.”

“Yours! I’m yours!” She screamed. “Steve, I’m so close. I feel like—“

A sharp cry escaped her lips as she clenched tightly around his shaft. Steve’s head fell back.

“Fuck yes, baby. Good girl.”

He fucked her through her orgasm, feeling himself reaching his peak. Closer, closer—

Then sirens sounded outside.

Steve stilled, panting quietly. Selene’s eyes widened as she peeked over his shoulder, watching the blue lights flash. And seeing those lights sent a thrill through Steve.

Then, he had a devious idea.

“It’s the fucking cops,” She whispers. “Steve—“

He shushed her, pulling out. She winced at the loss but became confused as Steve pulled her from the couch and over by the door.

He pushed her against the wall, hiking her leg up around his waist. He slid back into her, covering her mouth with his hand when she let out a loud gasp.

Steve started to move inside her, angling himself just right so he could pull those beautiful cries from her throat.

“You better be quiet, princess,” He taunted. “Unless you want them to hear you fucking the man who beat the shit out of your ex-boyfriend.”

Selene whined, her eyes rolling back as he hit that spot deep inside her. Her pussy clenched around him, drawing a low groan from Steve. He grinned.

“You would love that, wouldn’t you? You would love to have them walk in and find me shooting my load into this tight cunt, wouldn’t you?”

Selene pulled him closer, feeling herself rise to a higher peak.

“Oh my god,” She whispered, her voice tight. “Steve, I’m so close.”

“Again?”

She nods into his shoulder, pulling him as close as she possibly can. Steve lifts Selene up, both legs around his waist now, fucking into her harder. Selene’s head rolls back onto the wall, her face entirely blissed out.

Anchoring her between his pelvis and the wall, Steve eased a finger between the two of them and rubbed her clit in tight circles.

“Come on,” He urged. “Do it, princess.”

Selene came with a scream, her hands tangled in Steve’s hair. Her body seized up, trapping his dick inside of her as he continued to give her slow, deep pumps. The look of pure ecstasy on her face, and the rough tug she gave his roots as he continued to fuck her, sent him reeling. He pulled out quickly, spinning her around. She braced against the wall and poked her ass out, desperate for more of him.

Instead, Steve jerked himself off spilling his seed on her back and ass. Selene moaned at the sensation, resting her head against the wall.

They stayed there in silence, cum and sweat rolling down Selene’s back. Their heavy breaths filled the space between them. Steve held himself up on the wall, on hand still gripping her waist. Selene’s legs shook from the effort it took to remain standing. With a breathless laugh, Steve started to speak but–

“Uh. The young man outside has been taken to the hospital. Would you like to make a statement?”

The voice came from the other side of the door. He sounded young, new to the job, and unsure how to proceed.

Steve and Selene both stifled laughs as he moved away to grab his discarded shirt. He wiped down Selene’s back and she turned to him, pressing a heated kiss to his lips. Steve immediately deepened the kiss, gripping her ass as he pulled her closer.

The officer on the other side of the door cleared his throat awkwardly and spoke again—

“I’ll just leave my card.”

With that, the screen door closed and the sound of sirens pierced through the air.

But the couple didn’t hear them, too drunk on one another to care about anything else.

Steve was the first to pull away for a breath, grinning widely at her.

“How about we get cleaned up, princess? I think I have some scratches on my back you should look at.”

Selene laughed, taking his hand and leading him toward the bathroom.

Steve knew they would need to talk soon, but for now, he was content to fuck her like she deserved and worship her body. Because now that he had gotten a taste, he wasn’t going to let her go. She was his and he was going to make sure she knew that. Besides, she didn’t seem bothered by who Steve really was.

She seemed content with the dark thing that lurked inside of him. She had seen it. Felt it move inside of her as she writhed underneath him and came with bated breath. Selene seemed comfortable with him. Perhaps it was wishful thinking but…maybe she loved him, too.

Slow and steady, He reminded himself.

He had time to make her love him. And he would do whatever he needed to, and get rid of whoever, in order for that to happen. Though he didn’t think it would take much time at all for her to see they were meant to be.

Because maybe there was something dark inside her, too.

Slow and Steady, He thought as he hoisted her up in the shower and slid into her with ease.

Slow and Steady.

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silversiren1101 · 1 year

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Top 5 Video Game Characters?

Ooooh characters this is hard… This is not in order because that’s impossible for me lol

1) Estinien Wyrmblood - FFXIV: tall stoic fully armored elf boy that is broody and mean, is actually extremely gorgeous with long white hair, has a tragic past, is very protective, and hilariously has no concept of money. He’s been in the game for like 10 years and his growth as a character has been phenomenal to watch and follow. He feels like a friend and old lover lmao

2) Edea Lee - Bravely Default: aside from having one of my favorite visual designs of all time, she’s adorable and stubborn and so very passionate about what is right and wrong. She grew up very sheltered/indoctrinated and seeing her confronted with the direct opposite of everything she was taught and having such moral strength of character to say “fuck all this we are so wrong and we need to fix everything!” is amazing to me. Mgr gr grr

3) Mio / M - Xenoblade Chronicles 3: THE HOPE. THE LOVE. THE DESPAIR. THE SEEING YOUR LOVED ONE TURNED INTO SUCH A MONSTER OVER THE INEVITABILITY OF FATE YOU SACRIFICE YOURSELF TO MAKE IT ALL END. THE “WE WILL FIND EACH OTHER ALWAYS NO MATTER WHAT REINCARNATION WE’RE IN”. THE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND FOR THAT I MUST END THIS IN THE DESPERATE PRAYER THAT NEXT TIME IT WILL WORK NEXT TIME WE WILL BOTH MAKE IT YOU WONT BE ALONE AGAIN. THAT there won’t be a next time. It’s time to let go.

I’m so sorry but XC3 has maybe one of my favorite canonical romances of all time in Mio and Noah / M and N that it hits almost every single YES YES YES button of mine and makes me fucking feral. Mio also has just a gorgeous design and her story of accepting her inevitable demise to the last days counting down in story is so beautiful and painful. It’s a story of grief and coming to terms with what is so unfair when everyone around you still has time left that you don’t. I literally cried writing this thinking about it. I adore Mio. Honestly it was a competition between Nia and Mio on which xenoblade catgirl to pick but Mio is such a clear winner for me.

4) HK-47 - KOTOR: Haha funny murder robot makes me laugh. Also the loyalty. There is a case to be made for the genuine loyalty HK-47 has for Revan outside of his programming, and I love them. That’s my metal murder son. He’s also just very interesting narratively! That hints about who you really are and such, and his use in KOTOR 2 is most excellent.

5) Regill Derenge - Wrath of the Righteous: it’s the current favorite most special boy! He hits all the checkboxes okay: knight, stoic/cold, resolved in his ideals, morally questionable methods/the greater good/ ends justify the means, unconventionally attractive, sexy voice, older man. He gets bonus points for seeming extremely straight forward but there’s so much nuance and stuff going on under the hood so to speak, and he’s an awesome example of subtle storytelling in his ideals, motives, and contradictions/hypocrisies! I won’t go too into him because, well, he’s my current favorite, and I can talk forever, but my favorite is his relationship with Yaker. He’s always hard on him, and always talking negatively about being loved by his subordinates, yet… even your companions can see that’s not the case. Not just Ember but Lann will bring up his relationship as a mentor to Yaker, and Regill admittedly calls him “a good plant I’m bad soil” almost begrudgingly. He has self banter too where he has concerns about how his men will fare without them, sounding almost anxious. Lastly, and this is huge, how the points are calculated in his Act 5 quest during the trial. Mechanically, several things in the game affect this, but ultimately having points is BAD and getting 3 points is the immediate failure. You get points by things like being on a chaotic mythic path, accepting the profane gift from nocticula, or trying to reason with Baphomet. Most everything else gives no points, making them neutral. Only TWO THINGS give you negative points which are things he actively approves of: being a Hellknight yourself, and then making Yaker your hellknight ambassador, which involves standing up to Regill and protecting Yaker from unfair punishments. Regill mechanically approves of this MORE than being on the aeon path! That’s huge! He’s a bit of a hypocrite/liar in this regard and I love him for it, he’s more attached to his men than he lets on, and has a much deeper appreciation of Yaker than his overt actions suggest.

I can easily say much more, but that’s good enough for now.

#thanks for the ask!#ask game

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shytastemakerthing · 1 year

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hi!! may i request a matchup for ensemble stars and twisted wonderland? ^_^

i’m a pretty chill and lowkey individual. i’m usually very tolerant of other people and hardly anything angers me as i’m very patient and tolerant of other people even if they bother me. i have an unhealthy habit of ignoring and burying my negative emotions before they surface, and i also struggle to identify my true personality as it is locked behind the many masks i’ve put up due to my constant people pleasing. i secretly wish to be able to freely express myself and my opinions since i often hold myself back and am agreeable with other people even if i internally disagree. i have also been known to be a very smart and talented person who easily picks things up however i do not apply myself due to my lack of passion and low self esteem, so i usually frustrate people for wasting my potential. my hobbies are cosplaying, which i’m not too open about, and i also enjoy anything related to science and STEM and researching topics or theories i find interesting. i usually express my interest in someone by engaging in playful banter and i enjoy being teased even if i am very quick to fluster. i do not like people who are judgmental and rigid or emotionally volatile as i feel very pressured around them and am less likely to be comfortable acting like myself. i believe that’s all i have to say, thank you so much! :]

A/N: Thank you very much for your request! This honestly took off more than I thought that it would! This one will be the TWST matchup and then the Ensemble stars will be on a separate post. It may take some time to get to that one as I want to go through the other requests in my inbox first so they aren't waiting so long😊.

Honorable mentions for your TWST matchup include, Idia, Leona, and Trey!

I match you with......

Cater Diamond

• Okay, you guys vibe on an all new wavelength that you leave everyone else around your baffled and stunned, it's insane. Especially when it comes to the personality that you bith share. Keeping everything inside, hot letting people see and know the real you, and keeping things bottled in. Honestly, you two hit it right off the bat.

• It honestly didn't take Cater very long to figure out that you were like him in your own way, and with that, he felt understood when he was with you, almost as if he didn't have to keep on the mask of a carefree and happy student who could care less about anything when we, as an audience (as we have seen in some of his story), that it's quite the opposite.

• Not that it didn't mean to guys had smooth sailing the entire time. It took work and effort to build this relationship up, letting walls come down, in private, and getting to know and trust one another. But, once you both have gotten to that point within the relationship, it's rather a beautiful sight to anyone who sees the two of you #couplesgoals.

• Speaking of relationship, it was a rather funny story, you hith quite literally asked each other at the same time. The whole wanting to talk to each other in private, then talking over one another and urging the other to continue before it just came out. It made for good laughs and two very happy people.

• You're a cosplayer, no matter how much you are open about it, and you have a raging social media crazed boyfriend who can and will hype you up over every little thing. He would love to be able to see you dressed up and do a photo shoot of you to post something onto his Magicam. But, he will totally keep all of these pics private in a folder for only the of you to see if that is what you prefer. He will NEVER post any photo of you on his account unless if he has your exact, in words, permission to do so (consent is sexy, everyone!)

• If he DOES get permission to post any pictures of you or the both of you just doing whatever, because I totally see him as having a whole bunch of couples photos and goals moments littering his feed, you guys are a sensation. Pretty much everyone loves the both of you and the happiness that you bring one another! You guys have become the new media sensation of pure couples goals.

• Cater can be a pretty playful guy, especially where you are involved. He only wants to see tour happiness, real and true happiness, so he will never do or say anything at your expense. If there is any form of playful teasing, he is careful about it and backs off the moment that he sees it may be starting to get to you. And this involves protecting you from the teasing of others, no matter what anyone else says. The moment he sees you closing off and walls going up, he is there to remove you from thr situation as soon as possible.

• Even with a crazy day, he enjoys the calm and quiet moment that he gets to spend with you at the end of the day. He would take you to his dorm, both of you in your most comfortable clothes and he has the spice Ramen and anything else you'd like to eat ready. He loves being able to hold onto you, brush through your hair, he even uses his unique magic to create his clones to help. He's never been this happy before in his life.

• Overall, you're the reason he smiles now. No longer having to plaster one on and go about his day hiding. Because he doesn't have to hide when it comes to you. And every moment he gets to see you and ti spend time with you is a reminder that he really can be happy, and he will do anything to help ensure that same happiness for you.

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We Share the Same Sky (Part 6)

ship: Isaac Wood x Original Female Character

warnings: light sexual references, references to sexual abuse

summary: Ellie explores Isaac's bedroom.

word count: 4729

a/n:

written by @ganymede-princess

I don’t know why people get so quiet in Ubers. I suppose something about being in a car with a stranger who’s doing you a favour makes you want to be as small and unimposing as possible. Pair the silence with the miles of space stretching between the seats, and a palpable tension settles between Isaac and I. I glance at him, seeing his hands balled into fists on his lap, his spine curved as he sits slightly forward in his seat as if he is about to jump to his feet. He meets my eyes, I try to smile reassuringly. His lips twitch up tensely, then he looks back out the window. I put my hand on the seat beside me, an offering to anchor himself to, should he need it, and I look away. A sentence dries out on my tongue.

“Eloise?” Isaac’s voice is so hushed that I almost lose it under the brainless pop music playing over the stereo.

“Hm?” I turn to see his eyes already on me, reflecting red with the break lights of the car in front.

“I’m sorry about the thing before.” He looks down at his lap where his hands fiddle with the sleeves of his jumper.

“What thing?” I lean closer to hear him better.

“Y’know, before.” He glances at me. “When Tia told you to…” He clears his throat. “Cuff me. I was just trying to be funny, I wasn’t thinking. I know it made you uncomfortable.”

“No, it didn’t. It was funny.”

“Yes, but, I haven’t been making a very good impression, have I?” I give him a quizzical look, and he takes the hint to continue. “I just- I guess… when I like a person, as a friend or anything else, I like to banter with them and, um… express affection through touching. I should have kept that in check, given how you’ve just gotten out of a relationship. I didn’t want to confuse you.”

“I think I’m more confused now.” I laugh, though I feel my heart squeeze. I had thought things were going well, whatever ‘things’ are.

“I mean,” He lets out a nervous chuckle. “I’m really enjoying spending time with you, and I want to be, y’know, friends. It’s like the earliest of early days, and I don’t want to step over your boundaries.”

“I’ll tell you if you do.” I assure him, trying not to focus too hard on the word ‘friends.’ Eloise, whatever this is, you should be grateful. You can count your friends on one hand. “Trust me, after four months of having them trodden all over on a daily basis, the one thing I’m willing to do is speak up for myself.” I’m not sure how true that is, but I will try to live by it. “Just keep doing what you’re doing. You won’t scare me off.”

“Okay, I will.” He flexes his hands, then lays them flat on his lap “Anywhere along here is fine, thanks, mate.”

The Uber pulls up in a space under a tree. We say our goodbyes and hop out, crossing the street while the driver does a ridiculously tight three-point-turn and drives away. Isaac’s place is a small two story cottage, squeezed in between two larger houses, with a small front yard full of scruffy bushes. It has a cream plaster finish with grey accents around the windows, a tile roof, a bay window by the driveway, and a window in the loft. God help me, even his house is kind of sexy…

Isaac ducks down as we approach, gesturing for me to do the same. We creep down the drive and peer through the window.

“What’s happening?” I whisper as we press up against the wall.

“Go straight up the stairs when we go in.” Isaac instructs, his voice low. “I’m supposed to be ‘setting an example’ for my sister, so no girls in my room after sundown.” He narrows his eyes, cupping a hand on his forehead to see through the glass easier. “She’s in the living room, so just go up and I’ll make sure she doesn’t see. Wait for me at the top, and I’ll meet you there.”

“Okay.” I’m surprised I agree to it so easily. I suppose my sheltered adolescence has left me itching for a little rebellion. “But, won’t she hear us talking?”

“My room’s in the loft. You can’t hear a thing through the floor.” He says reassuringly. “I’ll be two minutes at most. C’mon.”

I am oddly at ease as we make a quick dash to the door, though I suspect the adrenaline will hit me soon. Isaac strides in confidently, blocking the view of the stairs as he hangs up his coat. I dash up quickly, laying my feet lightly on the edges of the stairs to keep them from creaking, and come to rest just behind the bannister at the top.

“How was the pub?” I hear Isaac’s mum’s voice slightly muffled through the floor. I don’t know how much faith I have that I can make it through the next hours undetected.

“It was alright.” Isaac sighs as if he is stretching. “Charlie and Tyler got sloshed and…”

I snap to attention as I hear a door creak open somewhere down the hall. My heartbeat hammers in my ears, certain I am about to be found out. A choking blanket of silence stretches over me for what feels like hours, and I wish the floor would open up a yawning maw and swallow me whole. Then a rhythmic scratching approaches from around the corner; dog feet on carpet. I suck in a breath I didn’t know I was missing as Dylan rounds the bend. He stops short when he notices me, sizing me up with beady brown eyes.

“Dylan!” I whisper urgently as he lets out a low grumble. “Dylan, it’s me!”

“Roo, roo, roo!” Dylan says, tail sticking out stiff behind him.

“Shhh!” I crouch down and offer him my fist. “Shh, shh, Dylan, it’s just me! From the park! Please don’t bite me.”

He seems to get the memo as he sniffs my hand and tries licking my face, making happy growls that I try my best to quiet.

“Good boy, good boy Dyl.” I hold him an arm’s length away from my face and pat him as best I can as he squirms. “Just stay quiet n- oh!”

The door in front of me opens so suddenly that the fright nearly knocks me down the stairs. Dylan yaps sharply at my reaction and scampers back around the corner. A girl in a white dressing gown with a towel on her head and a pore strip on her nose pokes her head around the door. She looks at me. I look at her. She tilts her head almost imperceptibly. She has Isaac’s eyes.

“Hello.” I wave at her.

She raises her eyebrows, looking utterly bored, and then retreats back into the bathroom. I sit frozen on the floor, holding my breath and waiting for her to come back out screaming for her mother. But she doesn’t.

“Fuck.” I breathe.

“Fuck what?” Isaac’s hushed voice makes me jump.

“You scared me!” I whisper-shout. “The girl in the bathroom saw me.”

“That’ll be Mollie. She won’t tell.” He sees the scepticism on my face and knocks on the bathroom door. Moments later, the door opens and Mollie leans up against the frame, a toothbrush hanging lazily from her mouth. “Don’t tell Mum, hey?”

“Obviously.” She takes out the toothbrush, turns, and spits into the sink. “Finn’s literally in my bed right now.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Isaac scoffs.

“Anything else?”

“You need the loo, girl?” He asks me.

“No, boy.” I swat his arm. “I went before the Uber, remember?”

“So you did. Mollie, this is Eloise.” He gestures between us. “Ellie, Mollie.”

“We met.” Mollie rolls her eyes. “Hello, Ellie.”

“Hi-” She cuts me off by kicking the door closed.

“Right, c’mon.” Isaac leads me around the corner to the end of the hall where a flat runged ladder hangs diagonally from the ceiling to the floor. “Sorry about Moll. She’s a bit anti-social.”

“Like me.”

“I hadn’t noticed.” He climbs up the ladder and says over his shoulder: “I think you’re quite… bubbly.”

“Bubbly?” I hiss, still trying to keep my voice hushed despite my annoyance.

He disappears through the hole, shuffles around and turns on a light, then sticks his head back down like a marten in a tree hollow, gesturing for me to come up. I scale the ladder, feeling slightly shaky to start with, though it seems quite sturdy. As I near the top, Isaac locks his arms under mine to boost me up. It’s an awkward position, so I end up kind of flopping on top of him as I push up out of the hole.

“There’s no elegant way to get up here.” Isaac giggles as he helps me sit up. I stay hanging onto him for a few extra moments and bury my face in his neck. He hugs me back, tightly, and hums as he kisses my temple. I am so content I could melt into him like butter into fresh bread. “Get off me so I can close the hatch.”

“Sorry.” I grumble, detangling myself from him and getting to my feet. “Needed a hug after all that.”

“Understandable.” He closes the hatch door and covers it with a thick shag rug. “Keeps the sound out.”

“I see. So you’re not locking me in your kink dungeon?”

“I never said that.” He chuckles, making a gun with his fingers. “I lied, I don’t like archaeology. Now take off your clothes!”

I scoff, relieve myself of my coat, and chuck it at him, covering him in mottled brown fuzz. He shrieks in surprise, and when he finds his way out of the pile of fur, his hair sticks up in every direction. He gets up, pulls on the coat and grabs a pair of pink shutter glasses off his dresser, and checks himself out in the mirror in his wardrobe. He runs his fingers through his hair and pinches it into spikes, then turns to me like the cat that got the cream.

“Whaddya think?” He smiles lopsidedly and tilts his head, gesturing vaguely to his person. “Pretty pimpin,’ huh?”

“A sexier man never walked the earth.” I try to sound sarcastic.

“Amen.” He sits the glasses on top of his head and hangs the coat over the open door of his wardrobe. “Better take it off before you boink me.”

“You wish.” I scoff, crossing my arms and looking away. You could just let it happen. I shake my head to clear it. No. I can’t. You know what happens when you rush things.

To distract myself from his silver dollar eyes and cheekbone divots that would fit my thumbs so perfectly, I focus on taking in my surroundings. Isaac’s room is unsurprisingly enormous, given that it takes up the whole top of the house. A plush brown couch and recliner sit in the corner with a coffee table and mini fridge, with a collection of guitars mounted on the walls around them. His double bed is turned down, but clean, with striped sheets and a thick duvet, and (to my delight) a blue rabbit plush with fur dull and flattened from years of cuddling.

“Don’t look at that.” Isaac grabs the plush and buries it in his wardrobe. “His name is Elton and I don’t sleep with him.”

“Hey, I’m not judging.”

“And I’m not a toddler in the body of a hulking sex machine.” He flexes his arms and gives an exaggerated sultry look.

“You can say that again.” Fuck, he’s so funny. My face feels like a hot plate.

Isaac gets to making his bed and I take a turn around the room, glancing over his bookshelf, heavy with schlock science fiction novels and Kerouac, several warhammer figurines, the lightsaber handle from his Halloween costume, a baseball and bat, and a completed Imperial TIE Fighter Lego set. Across the room under the window is a desktop gaming setup, complete with ergonomic chair, PS4, and fancy monitor, along with a laptop and headphones. Looking at the posters and clippings that line the walls, I recognise the In the Court of the Crimson King, and Spiderland album covers, while others are for gigs from around Cambridge, and a few are newspaper clippings about Black Country, New Road. I don’t see any for Nervous Conditions . A framed poster of the film Good Will Hunting hangs over his bed next to a corkboard covered in photos. I gravitate towards it, seeing so many polaroids, digicam, and printed phone photos that I can barely see the cork underneath. They’re all smiling people; most are unfamiliar, but I recognise some from college.

“All my mates.” Isaac grunts as he tucks the sheet in, then sidles up beside me, pointing out one of the photos. “There’s Tia and me, the day we met.”

I squint at it. Tia is in a bland green outfit and Isaac appears to be laying in bed. His eyes are dull and rimmed with red, though he is smiling all the same.

“You’re in hospital.”

“Yeah.”

“She’s wearing scrubs.” I frown. “She’s a nurse, how did I not know that already?”

“I don’t think she likes to talk about it.” His chest brushes my shoulder blade as he touches the photo.

“Is that what you meant when you said she saved you? Like she literally saved your life?”

“Hm.” He puts his hand on my shoulder as if to steady himself. “Well, the EMTs saved my life, but she… kept it safe.” He takes in a shuddering breath, then points to another picture. He doesn’t invite any further questions, and rattles off a long list of information, seemingly to distract me. “That’s the band. We’re at the studio recording our first single. Charlie on drums, Georgia on violin.” He points out a boy with bright orange hair and round glasses that I recognise from college, standing next to probably the prettiest girl in the world. “May on keys. There’s me.” Isaac’s hair is shorter and he is grinning like a child. The girl on the left of him reminds me of Pocahontas, and the one on his right of Suzi Quatro. The last boy seems familiar, with black hair and eyes like a badger. “Tyler, our bassist, and Lewis on saxophone. We have another guitarist now. Here,” He points out another picture of a man with curly brown hair and sunglasses posing with another man with a bushy beard and a long face. “This is him with Jos, or Jerskin Fendrix, in the green room at the Windmill.”

“Is that you?” I point to a picture of a man holding Dylan. He is the spitting image of Isaac, but something tells me it’s not him.

“No, that’s my brother, Felix. This was his bedroom before he moved out.”

“You look like twins.”

“No, we don’t.” He scoffs. “He’s a minger.” He grabs his laptop and headphones from the desk, and flops down on the bed. “C’mere, I wanna show you something.”

Please let it be whatever’s under those pants… I resist the urge to physically cringe at my own thoughts as I sit down next to him.

“This is Sunglasses, our second single.”

“Shouldn’t I start with the first?”

“Nope.” He shakes his head emphatically. “The first one is way too embarrassing. I’ll show it to you next time, when I’ve decided if I can trust you not to laugh at me.”

“Next time?” I raise my eyebrows.

“What, you don’t wanna hang out with me?” He pouts. “But I’m the coolest attic dwelling man-child in Cambridgeshire!”

“Sure, you are.” I lay back and rest my head on the pillow beside him. Isaac props himself up and leans over me to put the headphones on me. As he looks into my eyes with a droopy, blissful smile, I’m aware of how easily I could snare his hair in my fingers and pull him into a kiss that would alter us both forever. “I wouldn’t laugh at you, you know that right?”

He taps me on the nose, making me scrunch my face reflexively, and mouths the words ‘ I know.’ He lays back and presses play on his phone. I look up at the ceiling as my mind stills with the sound of a single high pitched note that melts into a rolling guitar section. I shut my eyes and let myself drift, mulling over the introduction that seems to last forever, with more and more instruments filling in layers of sound.

‘Welcome,’ Isaac’s phantom voice greets me. ‘To the best new six-part Danish crime drama.’

I let his voice guide me through a story of boredom in a playground of wealth, and isolation in a house full of people; all through the eyes of an outsider, slowly decaying under the corruption of greed. It comes as no surprise when his frustration bursts out in the B-section, screaming of ignorance over the wailing saxophone and dissonant descending chords, as if a whole orchestra were falling down drunk.

‘Just like I’ve always wanted!’ Isaac snarls. ‘Just fuck me like you mean it this time, Isaac!’

I feel a sickly squeeze of empathy. I think back to every time Mick implied this exact sentiment to me. Just fuck me. Just fuck me! I’m upset, I need it, just touch me! It’s so easy for you, you just have to lay there and take it. My mouth fills with saliva and I swallow hard against the taste of bile in my throat. I open one eye and see that Isaac is already watching me, his bottom lip wedged between his teeth. His eyes widen and he looks away when he sees me watching. His face grounds me, dissipating some of my anxiety.

“Stop watching me, creepy.” I mumble and shut my eyes again.

‘I am invincible in these sunglasses.’ Now, the pace of the song shifts, and soon Isaac is chanting affirmations in my ears with the voice of a terrified, desperately uncool teenager. ‘I am the Fonz, I am the Jack of Hearts.’

I begin to wonder how much of Isaac’s joking and flirting have been a mask to hide away from my judgement, and am right in the middle of a swell of compassion, when I am struck with a fit of giggles. The band have made the inexplicable choice to include some kind of bizarre duck-like honking over the verse.

“What are you laughing at?” I hear Isaac ask through the music.

“Kazoo.” I say weakly, covering my face.

“It’s not a kazoo.” He pinches the bridge of his nose, laughing. “It’s a saxophone. And this is actually a very serious song about some personal issues that affect me deeply, so show some respect.”

“Sorry, sorry.” I smirk, shut my eyes and keep listening.

The song manages to ramp up even further, sounding like something you could put on at the gym to soundtrack you running for your life. In turn, my heart picks up the pace.

‘I’m more than adequate!’ Isaac screams, like he is trying to convince himself. I want to shake him and somehow drill into his head that he is wonderful. ‘Leave Kanye out of this! Leave your Sertraline in the cabinet, and fuck me like you mean it this time Isaac!’

Oh. Oh dear, I get it now. I feel an unexpected surge of pride at his willingness to be so raw and honest, not just with me, but with the faceless public who will hear his personal details aired out. He really is a rare bird. This pride quickly simmers into a sharp anger like a hot stovetop on my hands. I stare at the ceiling, scandalised that anyone could speak to him like this. As his voice screams in my head, I feel a tear slide down my face, then another.

‘She sells chemtrails,’ He whispers, voice cracking in desperation. ‘To the students at Bedales.’

I take off the headphones and claw my way into a sitting position, heaving a sigh.

“Whaddya think?” I had almost forgotten how soft his voice could be.

“I think-” I barely get two words out before I am rudely interrupted by a sob.

“What’s wrong Els?”

“Sorry.” I wipe my face with my sleeve, trying to stop what’s already started. I realise how embarrassing this is and it only makes me want to cry harder. “Sorry fuck, I’m so fragile.”

“Oh, darlin,’ no.” He grabs a box of tissues off the nightstand beside him, places a few in my lap, and wraps a protective arm around my shoulder. “I’m sorry. I should’ve-”

“How could anyone- hic- treat you like that?” I grab a tissue and try to wipe away the tears that only keep flowing. “How c-could she say that stuff?”

“Oh…” He picks a few wet strands off hair off my face. “Ellie, she… She didn’t say all of it.” He gives me a weak smile. “She implied most of it. And I don’t believe all of it.”

“Still. You’re so kind, it j-just makes me s-so angry you went through that at all.”

“Shit happens.” He says it without an ounce of dismissal in his voice, and pulls me into a hug, resting his chin on top of my head. “It’s over now.”

I nuzzle into him, abandoning my embarrassment and letting myself cry for the first time since that night at karaoke. All the injustice I tolerated from Mick comes rushing out and I feel so grateful to have found a pair of safe arms to protect me while it happens.

“This isn’t just about the song, is it?” Isaac muses after my tears slow.

“No.” I clear my throat, thick with tears and mucus, and sit up. I draw in a shaking breath and say the only thing I can think of. “I got sick with a bad cold a few months ago.” I sniff and wipe my face. “I didn’t see Mick for a week and half, I was that sick. When I finally felt okay enough to go and see him, I told him I was still really weak and that I just wanted him to hold me and support me for a few hours. He was extremely touchy all day, I knew what he wanted. He always fucking wanted it. Anyway we watched About Time, have you heard of it?”

“I saw that.” There is a crease between his eyebrows from concern. “Made me wanna call my dad.”

“Me too.” I swallow the sob rising in my throat and keep talking. “I actually did call mine, I was that sad. I had a big cry. Like I did now, really. I called my dad, I cried on the phone with him for a bit. I had to have a shower to calm down and sit outside, it was so bad.” I manage a chuckle. “Anyways when I went back inside, Mick made out like he was supporting me. Kissed me all over the face, hugged me, asked if I was okay… but he started kissing my neck. I told him I wasn’t in the mood. He said he needed it ‘cause he hadn’t had it in nearly two weeks and he’d been so depressed without me, and ‘oh, the buspirone makes me so fucking horny! It actually hurts, Ellie.’ Eventually I just gave in. I was so sick and so sad, and just so tired that I gave him his stupid fucking handjob and pretended I liked it. It was humiliating. I felt like a wet condom.”

“If I ever meet this fucker, I’m gonna knock his teeth in.” Isaac growls.

“Good luck.” I smile gratefully. “He’s a boxer.”

“Well he’ll knock my teeth in then. It’ll be worth it to give him a piece of my mind. Nobody treats my mate Ellie like that. Shit, nobody treats anybody like that and gets away with it.”

“Seems only fair I should have a catfight with your ex then, hey?” I say weakly.

“I think you could take her.”

“Yeah?”

“Wait.” He picks up my hand and inspects my nails. “No shellac. It’s not a fair fight, she’ll claw your eyes out.”

“Kinda need those don’t I?” I lace my fingers with his, feeling a little lighter. “I guess we’ll just have to share a hospital room, hey?”

“A small price to pay for retribution.” He kisses my temple. “You said he was on buspirone?”

“Yeah, for a panic disorder.”

“Brianna had me on that for a while.” He frowns. “I think there’s still some in my drawer somewhere. It fixed my dick, but it turns out I didn’t want to fuck her in particular.”

“Oh yuck. I guess it didn’t make you so voracious ‘cause the sertraline balanced it out?”

“Yeah.” He curls his lip. “Can’t believe we both dated sex addicts.”

“We should set them up.” I giggle. “They’d be perfect together. Constantly pissing each other off and having spectacular break-up-make-up hate-sex every day.”

“God, you’re so right. They would. Bree tried that on me once or twice, but it only made things worse. I don’t get horny when I’m angry, I just get sad mostly.”

“Me too.” I catch sight of the wet spot on the left breast of his jumper. “Sorry for crying on you. I hope that doesn’t stain.”

“It’s whatever.” Isaac pulls it off, flashing the soft white skin of his stomach as his shirt sticks to it. “At least it smells like your perfume now.” He buries his nose in it and inhales deeply.

“It’s just Cloud by Ariana Grande.” I get up and fish through my coat pockets until i find the little blue bottle. I settle back down and aim it at his jumper. “Can I?”

“Please.” I spritz it and breathe in the familiar smell. “It’s my favourite fragrance for everyday. I think it smells like bandaids and birthday cake.”

“Bandaids?” He smiles amusedly.

“Yes. And lace curtains, and marshmallows at bedtime.”

“You know what?” He sniffs it again. “It does.”

“Told you.” I lean my head on Isaac’s shoulder and put my hand on his thigh. He picks it up with both hands and begins to trace letters on my palm. “You do that a lot.”

“Hm?”

“Write things with your fingers. What does it mean?”

“I’m not writing anything.” He says in a tone that strains to be casual, his pace changing noticeably to simple up-and-down strokes. “It’s just lines.”

“Don’t believe you.”

“Whatever.” He scoffs. I know I won’t get any more information from him tonight. He is quickly becoming a riddle I desperately want to unravel.

For a few minutes, we sit in silence. Our breaths, heartbeats, and thoughts slow into a quiet synchronicity. A melancholy fog settles over us, and somehow I know he is thinking the same thing as me.

“I’m gonna miss you when I go back to London.”

“Me too. When are you going?”

“Tomorrow night.”

“Damn.” He frowns. “Can you hang out again tomorrow?”

“No.” It breaks my heart to say it. “I promised to spend the day with my parents.”

“Fuuuuuck.” He tilts his head back and groans. “Next weekend?”

“I’m in Edinburgh for my flatmate’s ballet finale.”

"Fancy-schmancy." He raises his eyebrows teasingly. "Week after?

“I’m free Saturday, but I should study that day. I’m teaching Tia to sew on Sunday.”

“Band prac on Saturday.” He drags a hand down his face. “This is fucked. I’ll be in London for a gig at the MOTH Club on the fourth, which is a Wednesday, but please, please come.”

“Okay.” I nod. “I’ll make it work, I promise.”

“You’re a legend.” He squeezes my hand. “Absolutely and completely. Now, let's watch a movie?”

“As long as it’s a Christmas movie.” I put my hand up. “And I know, I know it’s only half way through November, but if I don’t start feeling Christmassy, the winter depression will make me wilt away and die.”

“Hey.” He looks at me for a long moment, grey eyes pulling me in like twin moons pulling the tide. Then he pecks my forehead. “I’ll allow it.”

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