#WE TOLD YA'LL THIS WOULD FUCKING HAPPEN

[darlingofvalyria]

❝I am not a Valyrian Sex God.❞

part 03 | pucker up, buttercup

chapter summary:

[ The line of friendship dances in uncertain waters when you and Aemond play the fake dating game a little too well. Helaena reveals much more than meets the eye to Aegon, and vice versa. Oh, and Alys. Hi Alys! ]

[ 5,399 ] [ series masterlist ] | best friend's brother!aemond targaryen x f!reader, ft. cregan stark x f!reader & aemond targaryen x alys rivers,

contains— mostly fluff, a wee bit angsty, a little smutty - profanity, i swear a lot sorry too shhshs - no use of y/n - no gods, no kings, no betas.

a/n— thank you so much for the love this little fic is getting so far!! it truly warms my heart that you people enjoy my twisty, crackpot humour and my version of a modern au for these characters!! as much as i am grateful for george for making these characters and these stories, i have to say what propelled me to write is the beautiful community i found. truly, from the bottom of my heart. ❥ fandom is built on community. i would not have had the courage to start writing fanfiction again if not for ya'll. so thank you so much. for the consumers and the creators. you, us, are the beating heart of fandom. please take care of each other. + comment, reblog & like at will, mwa ♡

"Please tell me I haven't inhaled so much drugs in my system that I am hallucinating our— and I say this with a lot love, okay you know what? No. Our Nasty Little Bitch of A Grudge Holder we call, lovingly, a brother, is not dating the hottest friend you have? Hel? The hottest friend you told me if I ever came anywhere near, you'd rip me a new asshole? How is Aemond's asshole still intact?? Or does our brother just have a gaping fun-house slide down there? Hello? Hellooo, pay attention to meee. This is so rude, why didn't I call Daeron?"

"Because Daeron knows nothing and I know everything?" Hel snorts, finishing up re-naming Aemond's contact from CURRENT DUMB BRO to NASTY LITTLE BITCH OF A GRUDGE HOLDER, before turning to Aegon on her laptop.

Like she predicted, Aegon is already pouting, leaning back on what Helaena remembers is their grandfather's rum-coloured leather office chair. In his office. In Oldtown.

After a quick stint in Ibiza, it seems Helaena's brother had found himself back in the country, and worse— back in their grandfather's office. Without him in it.

"Grandpa's going to kill you." Helaena snorts. "How'd you even get inside his house?"

"This is not the first time I have been faced with a locked door, baby sister."

"You broke a window didn't you?"

"I really, really had to piss."

She rolls her eyes. Hard. "You are a boy. You can literally just pee anywhere."

Aegon flutters a gasp and a hand over his chest. "Excuse me? I may have a penis, but that does not mean I have to be uncouth. For shame, Helaena. Also disgusting. But that's not why I called." He steeples his fingers as he leans forward, pressing his elbows against the nice mahogany desk. "What the fuck is happening over there? I'll be there by tomorrow and I'd like to know what the fuck is happening before I start—" he wiggles his eyebrows salaciously, " — shaking things up."

A dark look crosses Helaena's usually amiable pretty face that has Aegon leaning back. "If you do anything— and I mean anything — to ruin what I have going on, Mother may help you for I certainly won't. The Stranger will look like an old friend, Egg, don't you fucking dare."

"What the fuck," Aegon exhales, wide-eyed and horrified. "Have you been watching M. Night Shyamalan movies again?"

"No," she lies. "I'm doing this for my OTP."

 "Oh my god, you're the one who roped them together?" Aegon strangles a sigh. "Lae-lae, we've talked about this. No matter how much you think they're cute, Aemond—"

"— Aemond and Alys broke up."

"Then they'll be together again before the weekend's out." Aegon rolls his eyes. "It's Aemond."

"Not like this." Hel shakes her head. "I got her to agree, Egg. And they're like... Gods, the pictures don't do them justice. They're magnetic. They make plans at the apartment, Aemond is there all the time— my OTP is happening."

"You are playing god between two people you care about."

"What else am I supposed to do?! They're obviously so hot for each other, and now that Alys is out of the picture, and she's there, right in front of him, Egg, you should see how it is between them. The energy. It's crackling. They have inside jokes, they're so comfortable with each other, and I will have the most beautiful nephew and niece—"

"—Helaena Targaryen," Aegon admonishes with finality. Hel quiets. Often times, the siblings forget Aegon is quintessentially the oldest sibling. They had never been close to their father's actual firstborn— the age gap is wide and there's just... too much complicated family fissures in between that it feels awkward, even when they're relationship is okay, to interact or consider Rhaenyra anything past a cousin you see every other holiday because you have to, much less now that their father's dead — so Aegon is their big brother.

And though they see it in bits, in flung comet pieces that you see preciously once every few hundred years— the vibe of big brother grasps the edges and reminds the younger siblings.

Sure, he's a dick. Sure, he's a whore. Sure, he's their mother's least and most favourite headache— but Aegon is their big brother.

"You cannot play puppeteer like this. This can blow up in their faces. And they care for each other. Their friends. If this blows up in their faces, it is going to hurt."

"I know that," Helaena says quietly, pout pinched but face mostly cleared. "You don't think I don't know?"

"I think you've already outweighed your chances and your choosing a possibility."

Helaena looks truly scolded at that point, and it juts a guilt down Aegon's stomach. But Aegon likes you. Maybe not like in the way that his brother likes you— in that intense, possessive way he gets with people and things he care about because there are so few of them — but he likes you. And he loves Aemond on a bad day, and likes him on a good one.

And Aegon knows, as a superior power about crashing and burning, that this is going to hurt both of you in ways that he truly doesn't think Helaena understands.

Because he isn't blind (as his brother) (bad joke?) (probably) to what he sees in Aemond's gaze when it looks at you. Sure it's possessive, sure it's the same way he looks at most people he keeps close to his heart.

But he was the one who saw how Aemond looked at you before Alys came into the picture. Before it morphed into nothing but platonic; morphed close to how he looks at Helaena. In that soft, I'm So Glad This Person Exists I Would Kill Literally Everyone For Them.

Aegon always thought he looked at you like he wanted to devour you. Etch you into his skin until your shape is in red marks across white plane. He looked at you like I Would Kill Myself If You Asked.

It was the possibility of devotion dipped in insanity. Aemond had so few things, much less people, who so vocally, physically, and emotionally cared for him without addendums.

The only real reason he never did anything before was because you were Helaena's best friend. Helaena loved you. And he couldn't destroy that alongside the fact that you might leave his side.

And then Alys happened and that focal point moved.

Aegon knew his brother. Not as intensely, and maybe that's the reason he could see it. To see clearly past the intensity and recognise its edges. Aegon knew his brother in his marrow.

"When this crashes and burns—"

"If!" Helaena quips stubbornly. "If it crashes and burns. Come home. You'll see, Egg. Aemond just needs to see."

"And what if she doesn't reciprocate, Lae-lae? She's not hard to love, and this is Aemond." Even Helaena knows his feelings, once taken root in whatever form, can blossom.

Helaena smiles softly. "Come home. You'll see. I can see it. I've seen it. The possibility of them, and it's so pretty, Egg."

It's really not all that pretty, fake dating.

Maybe it could be, but Aemond Targaryen is such an ass.

"This is not like The Devil Wears Prada fashion montage," you grumble, pinching off the big, 60s, yellow sunglasses off your nose to glare pointedly at the man sat on lounge chair. "All the zippers and tugging— this is not as pretty! And I look ridiculous! I don't wear dresses like these, Aemy!"

"You don't look ridiculous, you look like my girlfriend." He makes his emphasis with an inch raised eyebrow and pouty lips twitching not to laugh. "That's the point, is it not?"

You make a drawl huff. It's not just that his words were right— that's what the past hour has been, roaming around all these big named fashion brands where the staff just knows Aemond Targaryen, if not just by him sauntering in with all the swagger of an asshole you'd walk the other side of the street to ignore, then by the flash of his black card (or three, 'cause what the fuck is money to Targaryens holy shit) — but the way he's sitting as he appraises every look he's chosen for you.

He's lax, as could be in his usually perfect posture, with his hips in the middle, and one leg braced down whilst the other is raised to his other thigh. A confident man's sitting position, with an arm over the length of the sofa, balancing a champagne a trying-to-suppress-her-giddiness staff gave him.

At your disapproved glare— down on your nose at him because you're standing over him, lording over him, as he's sitting down — and he's smirking up at you. As if the power dynamics don't shift by whoever is looming over the other.

Aemond doesn't need to stand to make you feel all fluttery with a smirk and a strong gaze against your body. His eyes gaze from the bottom of your heeled toes, slow, slow, slow, until it reached the top of your head.

Surely you've only imagined his gaze lingering on certain parts of you that now felt hot and tingly.

Surely.

"Plus," he continues with a hum. A sip of champagne. "Isn't this your idea?"

"Yes, but—"

"Didn't you tell me that I should prepare the kind of outfits that Aemond Targaryen's girlfriend would wear—"

 "Yes, but I—"

He leans forward, taking pleasure in arguing with you, as he settles his elbows on his knees, pressing both of his feet flat on the tile. He's looking up, still, but his eyes are intense and the corner of his mouth is twitching from a grin he's trying to fight.

"And even when I told you that didn't matter, that whatever you wore would be fine, you insisted?"

"Because I thought it'd be fun!" you growl and he falls in faint, amused laughter. His eye is sparkling and there's a joy to him that makes you giddy. You truly have missed Aemond as you know him. "Because I wanted a fun dress-up montage, but nothing about this is fun! Why are you choosing so many goddamned zippers, and they're all so fucking tight?"

You plop beside him, stealing his champagne. Staff look away, trying not to ogle too much between you two. As you take sips of his drink, his hand, still over the sofa's arm, begin drawing idle circles on your exposed shoulders. It warms you and calms you down, melting further in the seat beside him.

"I liked the dresses," he finally murmurs. "The ones before this. The flowy fabric ones."

"Those are summer dresses," you say though don't know why.

"Hm," he hums. "You look pretty in them."

You look up at him and he's looking at you, a small smile on his face. The proximity is too near to be proper but not near enough if you're fake dating. You study his silver lashes and the scarred flesh.

"Thanks."

"We'll get them. Is that alright with you?"

You snort softly. "You're paying, Aemy. You can do whatever you want. Can't believe this is how your dates with Alys usually went."

Hatching plans meant unloading information about his former relationship with her. Going through their relationship so you could understand it better, better proportioned the good and the bad, and secretly, make him see the red flags that should jump out in clear, plastic red.

"Not at first." He's looking away now, but his finger is still drawing circles. There's a wistful tone to his voice, like seeing through a dream and a memory. "But when it got... bad, it seemed like the only time we weren't fighting was when we were in public. Almost subconsciously, whenever things got tensed, I'd offer to take us out. Do anything outside of our bubble. Money isn't an issue, and before Alys said she felt like a... cheap whore than a girlfriend, buying things for her, spending time looking through things to wear, to match almost, was safe."

"Gift Giving," you mutter with a nod. He turns.

"What was that?"

"A love language." He cocks his head. You sigh. "I mean it's stupid and not really theoretically accurate, but for fun, there's five types of love languages. People do this test thing and sort of box up the kind of love language you want to receive and what you give— but truly, in my opinion, a true kind of love demands all five for it to work."

He hums, intrigued. "And what are the five?"

"Words of Affirmation, Quality Time, Physical Touch, Acts of Service, Gift Giving. But, you know, all of those should be given by a partner, in increments they can do for you. There shouldn't be a boxed fixture of what your relationship could be."

You shrug, standing up and stretching. You don't see him looking at you in the way that he has been for the past few days, and he doesn't know the tingles and feelings you keep between a smile and a sigh.

"Love looks different for everyone but it should have the same concept."

"And what concept is that?"

You turn to him, smiling. "That if you truly love someone, you can try anything. Love doesn't demand things that you do for the simple reason that you love the person enough."

"Love can be complicated," he says, and he's not arguing, not really. He isn't begging for you to understand. He is simply saying.

"Love can," you agree. "As most things are complicated. But it doesn't have to hurt."

It's a boundary line, the way he blinks, remembering why you're here together, why he gets to touch you in intimate ways, why he gets to pay for clothes, why you spend this time with him. A jolt. A shock.

You don't press and he doesn't retreat. The line exists not just to remind, but to stabilise any projections. Any dangerous tones.

You simply smile, nodding at the time. "Dinner date, babycakes. We can't be late for reservations."

"We can be late for a few minutes," he says, remembering echoes of how Alys sometimes got late. It isn't really her fault; there are days when she's too busy at the law firm, too busy with a meeting or two, or still finishing up her makeup because she doesn't like going to dinner in her work clothes.

"Sure, but we're here together and I know how much you hate being late." You snort.

"I don't hate it."

"Sure, but you got that eye twitch you do when you're annoyed," you tease, tapping your own eye before you wink at him and skip away.

For the past few days since the bar incident, by your suggestion, you and Aemond had pour out the intricacies of how Aemond and Alys' relationship worked whilst hiding your true intention of making him see its faults and corners, and at the same time, continue on with the charade of dating him.

It's been a packed week or so, going to your shifts at the bar, meeting with Cregan once and a while (boy had been busy, and he found the entire thing with Aemond incredibly hilarious).

You answered no question mark in regards on who the hand was, only sent a winky face or a kiss blowing emoji. You continue to post minute representations of your no-longer-single status in brief intervals, making sure that you never name him. You never publicly give him a recognisable body.

But for those that knew, knew.

It really wasn't that hard. There were only so much pale, toned hands, so much body builds you can hide with your hand covering his general face that you can hide without people making smart guesses. There wasn't a lot of pale, toned people around you after all.

But in your refusal to name him, the question continues, and so does Alys silent observation of every post. The only story she had liked had been the very first one.

You often wonder what she thinks, before your mind is devoured once again with everything else.

To be fair, as often as you had both been seeing each other lately— and it has been the most often you have been seeing of him — there were still things outside of Aemond and Helaena plans. And Aemond still had UNI to focus on.

"You know, I often forget you're still in university," you say now, comfortably warm in Aemond's car. All fresh leather seat and crisp new car smell despite knowing that Aemond's had this unit now for at least a year. He maybe rich, but he knew what he liked and took care of them.

He shoots you a quizzical look before looking back at the road. The city is bathed in a gorgeous stream of oranges and pinks, tie-dying glass buildings and bustle of city roads. When you look at him, you smile softly at how pretty the light hits him.

"Why is that? Do I look that young?"

"Your vibe is so old man on a nine to three, cigar breaks by four, and whiskey sours by seven pm."

He makes a disgruntled sound at the back of his throat. You laugh. "I would like to think it's my altruistic classicism. A timeless endeavour."

"Sure, old man," you tease then sigh. "Reality is, I'm so much older than you. I'm hanging out with a child. On my free day. Is this what it means to reach low status?"

"I am not a child." His reply is sharp, cutting, almost offended.

"You're in college."

"And of legal age? You're only four years older."

"Oh, right."

"What?"

You smirk at his dark look. "You like 'em way older."

His face, much like his gaze, heats up. You're imaging it when the ride turns red, the car slows to a stop, and he is looking at your lips. Surely it was, because you got transfixed with the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips. A slow, tantalising movement.

It feels like an eternity stretched within three seconds. The light turns green and both of you turn away.

Well, there's been that. A few times. But it doesn't mean anything. Aemond is in that transition of trying to rid himself of bad habits, of being freshly single once again, and you know he and Alys get in on frequently. This had been a conversation a few days back, on a couch, smell of grease and pizza around the room while Murder She Wrote played in the background.

"Wait, wait, wait." You sat up, folding your legs underneath your butt, and giving Aemond your full attention with a little 'o' in your mouth.

"Wait!" Helaena calls playfully from her sway to the bathroom. "Imma pee!"

"Take care, my beloved!" you call back, before turning to Aemond with a big, Cheshire grin.

"Can we not dwell on it?" He's flustered but is trying not to show it, looking back to the TV as if he understood why there's a body on the plane.

But wine has been had, spilled and shared, and it's enough for you to grab that fluster and the topic, and smirked.

"No, no, we will talk about it. We shall! We must! Do you mean to tell me that by the end of it, most of the time, you two were just boning? Is Aemy, one of my favourite people in the world, a Valyrian Sex God?? Oh my god??"

"I am not a Valyrian Sex God."

"Okay, girly pop, please." You raised a hand in a 'talk to the hand' motion and he was smiling at you, entranced and frustrated. "Women talk, Aemy!"

There was a flush and Helaena came back. Wine did things to Helaena, and she was stumbling and giggling as she flopped behind you, turning around and encasing you in a koala hug.

"Women talk, baby bro." Helaena nodded sagely. "Even I try not to listen, they talk, alas."

"And Alys has said those hips—"  You pointed a j'accuse finger at his hips, then his mouth. "—and that tongue has done things that can make the Maiden blush."

Helaena groaned behind you're back, a slew of 'ew's escaping her mouth. And you were still being playful, teasing, but Aemond was looking at you, though scarlet, with a deepened expression.

And at that moment, both of you were thinking the same thing.

His chin brushing your thighs, your sighs like music to his ears, and his tongue making you scream.

Warmth pooled, twin expressions share a gaze. Hunger, desire, shame.

The connection was destroyed when Helaena abruptly jolted and fell down the carpet. Because she was holding onto you, you got pulled with her.

"Are you okay??" Aemond asked.

Hel gasped. "I thought I saw Bobby. I think I squished Bobby."

You shook your head. "You didn't. Bobby is spry. Bobby knows to move away."

Aemond's confused face peered down at both of you. "Who's Bobby?"

"The local spider that lives here."

"Of course." And he smiled.

You smiled back.

Helaena giggled beside you but when you ask her, she only shook her head.

And the silence that lulls in the car is like both of you reaching the very same memory and having to sit through the stifle of that drunken interaction about his sex life. He coughs, you let out a breathy giggle.

"I should admit something," he says, parking the car in front of the restaurant. Dusk is settling, sunset in bright red and orange turning to a cool blue and pretty lavender— and when you turn to him after getting out of the car, coddling your jacket close to your body, he looks nervy. Apologetic, almost.

"What? What'd you do?"

He bites his bottom lip. "I know something about this restaurant."

"I would assume. You chose it." Your eyes narrow, giving the black-out floor to ceiling windows a look. The Painted Table is lit up in a scrawled font on top of it.

You step inside, not bothering to turn to his call of your name, and is submerged by the restaurant's vibe. It's a darkened place with meaningful lighting but a casual air, a bar on the side, and an upbeat jazzy music dancing in the air — it looks good. The place smelled delicious.

Nothing about it sparked familiarity to you, but the anticipation from that look of guilt on his face brought you to a high-strung, so when he calls your name again, just behind you, you turn.

"Is this where you had your first date with Alys?"

He shakes his head. "No. No, but—"

"Aemond?"

The voice is familiar, and you don't stop enough to think before you're turning to the low, clear voice that's just a hint of husky, and Alys' green eyes go wide at your appearance.

She's dressed nice, dressed to go out in a black dress dipping low and fabric tangled around her body to show off her curves. Her inky hair was swept to one side and her mouth was bloodred.

Alys Rivers, owner of Aemond's firsts. The woman he seemingly can't let go off.

You smile. It feels fake. "Oh. Hi Alys."

Her shock staves off into a genuine smile that makes you guilty. "Hi, my love. I see you two are together. Always attached at the hip. Dinner?"

Before you nod— or maybe strangle Aemond — he comes forward, taking your hand in the process and lacing it. He's looking at her as if he's setting a challenge when Alys' eyes fall on your intertwined hands.

"Yes," he says. "We are."

"Well... that's good. This place is great. I—" Someone calls her name, she turns back. You shoot Aemond a withering glare you hope conveys how much you're going to beat his ass after this. She turns back, smiling still. There's a pinch between her eyes but it's gone by the third blink. "Well, I have to go. I'll see you both soon, okay?" She turns to you, stepping forward, not minding the Targaryen beside you. "Especially you. We haven't hung out in a while."

"That's true, I've missed you, you crazy witch." And she laughs and you smile, because you genuinely consider Alys to be one of your friends. Not maybe as deeply as Helaena's, or as close, but Alys was an amazing person and you enjoy her company.

Plus, right now the one you're angry about it solely the man holding your hand.

Alys turns to Aemond, and he stiffens. Between them is a complicated look. So many things unsaid, before her smirk softens. "It's nice to see you too, Aemond."

And she turns away, walking back to her table, to her date, when you tug him with you to the bar. As you order a dry martini, he speaks. Calm and soft.

"You're mad at me."

"You knew she was going to be here." You turn to him, arching an eyebrow, hating the way your chest pangs. "You stalked her and brought us here because you wanted to use me."

He shifts, face crumples at the word 'use' and calls your name in a plead. "It's not like that."

You snort, taking a sip of your drink when it arrives. "Don't lie."

"Okay. Yes, I did. I... I made an impulsive decision because I wanted to see how she could go on a date as if we were nothing." Bitterness cripples his words, the smirk on his lips is ironic and darkened in hurt. Your heart hurts for him, but you can't give him a pass just like that. He hurt you too.

"You could've told me."

He raises an eyebrow. "You would be okay with this?"

Your own smile is ironic and darkened by hurt. "You're already using me, Aemy. That was the deal I agreed, for Hel. It would at least lick the wound to have been in the know, and not, you know, got shot in the face with it."

At the first part of your tirade, he looked like he wanted to argue with the using part, but the realisation weighs him because it is true. To him, he is using you. And it's a cheap shot on your part because you were also doing this for him, out of your own free will.

You sigh when he turns away, guilt dipping low.

"You're such a dumbass."

He hums in agreement.

You're aware of a gaze from the tables, somewhere in the ocean of jazz music and chatter, Alys is looking, and you kinda wanna make this good for him. You were already here after all.

Your hand reaches his jaw, sliding across his neck until you reach his nape and fingers tangle with the baby hairs there. His hair had been wrapped into a bun. Sleek and fluffy.

He turns to you, to your touch, in shock. "What are you—"

"Try not to look so surprised," you whisper, stepping close to him until your noses are bumping. "We're supposed to be dating."

And then you slant your mouth against his.

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[littlepadika]

Joel thoughts… What about Petal had a close encounter with an infected while little (Joel of course gets them out of it) and ever since then Petal has been scared to be little cause she feels guilty for putting her and Joel at risk so Joel is trying to coax her into little space and make her feel safe. 💝

noooo dis has me so so emo 😢 (thanks for ur patience bb). i hope you likie 💕

Close l Joel Miller x fem!Reader

Warnings: DDLG, scary situation, angy joel, angst and comfort, talk about littlespace

It was supposed to be safe, damnit. He had scouted this trail a few days ago to make sure there were no infected. The area around the meadow seemed quiet and secluded. Close enough to the border that the town took turns checking. It was sunny and all the wild flowers were in bloom. You were so excited to finally get out.

He should never have taken you there.

It was perfect for a moment. The sun lighting up every corner of the meadow and you had brought him a flower crown. You were in littlespace, not paying attention. Fuck, he wasn't paying attention. And that's when they came. Out of nowhere. Two of them. Running across the field, their horrible faces pointed right at you.

"Petal!" He had dropped everything and ran to you. He dropped his gun. What the hell was he thinking.

"Daddy!" Your wide smile now a wide scream as you met him halfway. You cling onto him and refuse to move.

"Come on, baby girl." He grabs you by the shoulders and tries to pull you back towards where his gun is lying under the shade of the tree. "We gotta run. Come on!"

"Daddy!" You're too scared. Frozen to the spot. You're clawing at his t-shirt like you're trying to crawl inside. And the infected are getting closer. It's the first time in a long time that he's seen one so up close. You look behind your shoulder and shriek. He feels his panic rise.

"Fuck fuck." Joe grunts. He can hardly focus. His heartbeat is loud in his ears and there's this awful sensation that he's been here before. He heaves you over his shoulder and makes a run for it. He knows he has about a five seconds to grab his gun and making the shot.

Joel couldn't tell you how he managed it. Managed to shoot the two in pursuit. He blacked out. All he knew is that he couldn't get you to talk for a few minutes.

"Hey... hey... you're safe." He held you close to his chest, blinking back his own tears that bubbled up.

"Daddy... daddy..." was all you were whimpering. Like you were stuck.

Other folk nearby heard the shots and showed up. Joel told them what happened.

"But why are you out here any way?" One of them, Harper, demanded.

"I thought it was safe. I mean- we're less than one mile from the border."

"It's my fault." You finally spoke up quietly from behind his shoulder.

"No-" he frowned immediately.

"I wanted to come out here." You hugged yourself. Shame bubbled in your tummy. "I was stupid."

"Just..." Harper sighed. "I'm glad ya'll are okay. We can't let our guard down for anything."

Joel bit down his retort as Harper gave him a disappointed glance. Joel wasn't reckless with you. But it sure seemed that way. All the adrenaline made his hand shake as it reached for yours.

"Are you alright?" He asked and he knew it was a stupid question.

"I'm sorry." You whispered, fresh tears sliding down your face. You looked so... ashamed. The shine of trust and innocence missing from your eyes.

"None of that, petal." He squeezed your hand. "It was- if anything it was my fault. You trusted me to watch out for you when you- when you were playing and I fucked up. Shit-" His voice cracked and he had to look away to compose himself. He felt disgusted with himself..

You shook your head. "No, Joel. If it weren't for you I- I would have- I almost killed both of us."

Joel wanted to disagree but he doesn't. He just hugged you and leads you back into the safety of the town's perimeter.

You decide then and there that you'd never be little again. It was too dangerous. You'd never be able to live with yourself if something happened to Joel. You hated yourself for bringing up painful memories for him. He was trying to hide it but you could tell he was beating himself up for it.

Your plan worked pretty well for a couple days. You kept yourself busy and pretend you were fine. You knew Joel could tell something was up. You felt his concerned eyes follow you. And it made you even more angry at yourself because you didn't want him to have to worry about you. You were sure if you told him your resolution to not be little that he'd try to talk you down. But it wasn't up to him.

"Petal don'tcha want April in the bed?" Joel asks on the third day after finding April sitting on the scratched up book shelf in the sitting room.

"Not today." You smile tightly.

"Petal... this ain't like you. To leave April all lonely."

"It's a stuffed animal, Joel." You snap back, some of your frustration boiling over.

Joel looks hurt by this. It was more than that. You loved your stuffie.

"Hey now..." He frowns.

"Stop!" You clap your hands over your ears. "Stop suffocating me!" And you regret it the moment it leaves your mouth. Your resolve crumbles and you run into the bedroom to avoid your tears being seen. No. be strong. Don't be weak. You can't do this anymore. You curled up on the bed, holding your legs to your chest.

"Petal..." Joel stomps after you, his voice rising. "We don't talk to each other like that. Now you may not wanna be my-my little girl anymore-" He sucks in a breath "but goddamnit we need to stick together. Not turn on one another."

When you don't turn around he sits on the bed a foot away from you and rubs his face. You hate feeling like you can't be close to him. But you know if you were to feel him you'd instantly crumble.

"Talk to me, petal. Please, baby. It's safe." He puts a tentative hand on your knee.

"Not safe. Not. I have to be big." You shake your head. Your voice growing quiet and soft. Joel felt his heart breaking in his chest. He hated to see you punishing yourself as if you were trying to have some semblance of control over what happened. "It's my fault I couldn't-I couldn't-"

"You ran to me. You did the right thing." Joel scoots closer.

"But I should have run faster. I should have stayed closer." You lament, hot tears gathering in your eyes.

"Hey..." Joel gently turns your face with the crook of his finger. You're eyes are big and wide and looking up at him with so much trust. He feels all his frustration melt away.

"It's not all on you... We both let down our guard but that don't mean we should hide who we are." Joel says with conviction. "Believe me, petal. I did that and I never want to go back. I don't want to see that happen to you." He cleared his throat in an attempt to keep his own emotions bubbling up.

"I'm so scared, daddy." You cry, sitting up and crawling into his arms. Giving up the fight and taking the comfort you so needed since the incident.

"Shit..." Joel feels some tears fall from his eyes as he presses a kiss into your hair. "Me, too, baby. All the time. But I feel somethin' else too..."

You look up to hear his response. He takes your hand in his and presses it into his chest where his heart beats fiercely. "I feel love. That's why I was able to fight my way to you that day. See... what we have doesn't make us weaker. It make us stronger. Gives me the fire to keep on fightin'."

You sit with that for a moment while Joel slowly draws circles over your knee.

"I'm sorry, daddy." You sniffle. He kisses your head again.

"I'm sorry, too, petal. I'm sorry this happened." Joel curls into you further. He wasn't going to let this fucked up world win. He wasn't going to give way to despair and fear. Even though so much was out of his control... he wouldn't fail again.

"How about this... you come up with a codeword for daddy when you wanna be little outside the house and that way I know to keep an extra close eye on you."

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CHAPTER FOUR | come home to my heart.

'it's nice to have a friend' fic masterlist + playlist | previous chapter

PAIRING: jamie tartt x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 3.1k

SUMMARY: jamie tries to get reader to forgive him.

WARNINGS: language

A/N: hello! sorry for such a long wait, i've been on vacation. i also haven't been able to proofread huhu but hopefully the interlude prepped ya'll for this moment because a good chunk of this one is from jamie's pov! don't have much to say because i don't want to spoil much hehe but enjoy jamie's comeback!

Losing Jamie for a second time felt the exact same: like absolute shit. Except this time, you were an adult and couldn't sulk in your room all day. So for the next few weeks, — aside from said crying sessions — you've been dragging yourself to all of your lectures and powering through office hours as if nothing happened.

You already told Liv about it the morning after, and after seeing your bloated face and the fact that you had a massive hangover, she decided to withhold her 'I told you so' speech, much to your relief. 

It was unraveling the exact same way as last time and the cherry on top was the fact that Jamie wasn't reaching out in any way, shape, or fucking form. No texts, calls, or anything. 

Every now and then, you'd think about reaching out yourself. It was you who yelled at him that night and told him to leave, but you would shake your head every time. No, if Jamie really wanted to preserve your relationship, he would have to be the one to reach out. You got to say your piece and that's it.

And maybe you were being a little petty, taking down all your photos with him from the shelf and stuffing them in a box with all the tokens from Jamie that you couldn’t bring yourself to throw away, but at least it stopped you from nearly breaking down every time you passed your hallway.

Jamie wasn't taking it so well either, despite what you assumed.

After that night, he had this sinking feeling in him. He knew he fucked up, — ghosting you and treating you like a complete stranger at the pub in front of his teammates, — but it hurt even more hearing you shout and tell him how badly it fucked you up.

To this day, he doesn't know why he did it, really. Maybe it was the fact that he felt guilty for never talking to you after you left. Or maybe you were right; he cared too much about what his teammates thought that he ended up hurting you in the process. But no matter the reason, he ruined one of his most important relationships that night.

So what was he going to do? What he always did. Ignore it. Focus on the season, despite the fact that Richmond has been on a losing streak since the West Ham game. While Jamie might be off his game because of you, he wasn't going to acknowledge that. Just bury it and hope it disappears.

It wasn't until after the fifth match in the losing streak that he got a message from an unknown number he was forced to confront it. 

Hi Jamie. I'm Liv. I'm not sure if (Y/N)'s mentioned me, but I'm one of her friends and I got your number from her phone. I was hoping to talk to you soon when you're free.

So now, he was sitting in a white office like he was waiting for some test results. It didn't help that the person sitting in front of him was in a lab coat, either.

"Sorry, I know it's weird we had to do this in an office." Liv started and Jamie straightened up in the chair. "I thought you'd want somewhere private to talk."

"Right."

"Yeah, so you're probably wondering why I wanted to talk to you. Uhm, (Y/N)'s been a little off recently. She told me about what happened, which I honestly saw from a mile away, but that's not the point." Liv sighs before continuing. "The last time this happened, back in uni, she practically quarantined herself in her room till her parents came and picked her up. She barely ate, and barely talked to anyone. It was terrible. And I can tell that she's on the way to that again."

Jamie's eyes widened, filled with guilt once again, but he said nothing.

Something about his reaction just triggered something in Liv. "Right, so I'm sorry if this sounds rude, but what the fuck are you doing, man?" The footballer moved back in his chair, but Liv wasn't dismayed. "Why haven't you called her? Or even texted or something."

"I," Jamie's completely at a loss for words. "I thought that she didn't want to talk."

"What gave you that idea?"

"She told me to leave that night so harshly, so I thought..." Jamie trails off, realizing how terrible that reasoning is after saying it out loud.

Liv is thinking the exact same thing, causing her to roll her eyes. "Come on, Jamie! You can't actually think she wants nothing to do with you now. She won't ever say it, but do you know how many times I've caught her checking your contact to see if you've sent anything? She misses you and seeing how shit you've been playing these past few matches, I think it's safe to assume that you miss her too."

Despite this woman being a complete stranger to Jamie, he's suddenly compelled to admit, "Just because she misses me doesn't mean that she wants me back in her life. And I don't think I should be, to be honest." She's better off without me. 

Liv's expression finally softens and she looks down at her desk before saying, "She at least deserves an apology."

—

It had been a few days since then, which Jamie had been using to think it over. He knew Liv was right; he needed to apologize. He just didn't know how. And of course, he had to talk to the most emotional man he knew.

"Jamie! What brings you here?" Ted who, despite the team losing yet another game, greeted quite cheerfully. It almost made the football player turn right back around because he wasn't sure if he was in the mood for his coach's relentless optimism.

But he knew there wasn't anyone else he could go to, seeing as you were obviously unavailable, Keeley was way swamped with her new company, and telling his mum would be indirectly telling your parents too. He shuts the door behind him and moves to Ted's side of the office. "Right, um, I was hoping to talk to you about something."

His coach seems to pick up on Jamie's uneasy demeanor and leans forward with a sympathetic look on his face. "What's up, buttercup? Should I gather the diamond dogs for this?"

Jamie, recalling the name that the coaches and Higgins called themselves, was quick to reject the idea. "No, no, I'd rather not have them find out about this. Uhm, look, I know I haven't been doing my best recently,—"

"Oh, we'll get a win soon bud, don't worry." Ted is quick to reassure the player and while Jamie appreciates it, he shakes his head.

"No, I know, but that's not it." Jamie takes a deep breath before continuing. "It's just, I've been a bit distracted recently."

"Is this about a girl perhaps?"

"No," though Jamie thinks about it for a second. “Yes, but no?" Seeing the slight look of confusion on his coach's face, he explains, "A while back, I reconnected with an old friend. She was my best friend actually, back in Manchester. We didn't exactly end on the best of terms and it was my fault. But when we met again, she told me that I didn't need to apologize."

Jamie continued to recount the past few months to his coach, from his blind date to the Bones & Honey incident, along with what he did to you in the pub all those years ago. 

"So now, I don't know what to do. Her best friend said I should apologize, but I don't really know how. I'm not really the best with these types of things." Both of them still remembered how long it took for Jamie to get the team to forgive him when he first came back.

Ted takes a second before responding, trying to figure out the best thing to say in this situation. "You know Jamie, I've always thought the simplest ways are sometimes the best ones. Overthinking things tends to complicate them more. You want to apologize right? How'd you used to do it when you were kids and you threw your little tantrums at each other?"

"Coach, I don't think bringing her chocolate is gonna work this time around." Jamie gets flashbacks to your first-ever argument as kids. Jamie accidentally ate the last slice of chocolate cake that you had unofficially saved and you stormed out and locked yourself in your room for an hour. 

All it took was Jamie sliding a bar of chocolate through the bottom of the door, explaining that he got hungry, and promising to save her a slice of cake the next time they had a party. You ended up sharing the bar with Jamie.

"Probably not. But in all the times you fought, what were the things that got her to forgive you? What did you say that made her understand your side and know that you actually were sorry for what you did? And how did you prove to her that you weren't going to do that to her again?" Maybe if Jamie thought about this advice later tonight, it'll make more sense, but right now, only one question was occupying his mind.

"D'you think she'll forgive me?" He thinks out loud.

"I honestly don't know Jamie, I don't even know who she is. But if you show her how much you care like how you're showing me right now, I'm sure things will be fine." Ted, now standing, offers a comforting pat on the back.

Without looking up, Jamie whispers, "I never meant to do this to her. To hurt her like that."

"We rarely ever mean to hurt the people we love." Ted offers.

Love. Yeah, Jamie thought, he did love you, even after all these years. Especially after all these years. What, with all the 'absence makes the heart grow fonder' bullshit.

"All we can do after is try to atone for our mistakes and hope they forgive us. And even if they don't, at least you leave knowing you tried." Jamie nods his head and thanks his coach for the advice.

As he got into his car to leave the clubhouse, he pulled out his phone. Hi, are you free tonight? I was hoping we could talk. 

He anxiously waited for your reply and started listing all the places he had to pass by before heading to your place if you even answered. But before Jamie even left the car park, you already replied, Sure.

—

Maybe you had been hoping for Jamie's message more than you thought. You were in the middle of the lecture when you got his message, so while your class passed the handouts around, you took the chance to grab your phone and reply.

So now, you were anxiously waiting in your flat, still unsure of how you were meant to feel about all this. You knew there was still anger there, but you weren't sure if exploding on him relieved that feeling or made it worse. A part of you also felt guilty for it too, for not even giving him a chance to apologize in the first place. Maybe instead of awkwardly letting him inside later, you would've been having yet another movie night together.

That's what he was going to do now right? Apologize? You didn't really press on for my details when he messaged you earlier. You just hoped that seeing him again will trigger the right response to whatever he had planned.

You heard the doorbell ring and suddenly, it felt like your heartbeat quickened. You take careful steps towards the door and after mentally preparing yourself for whatever this was going to be, turn the doorknob.

"Hi," Jamie greeted, in the most awkward way possible for a guy as confident as he could. You notice him holding a box of LEGO flowers under his left arm and a pack of chocolate nuggets in his right hand.

In an attempt to lighten the mood, you jokingly ask, "Is your apology just going to be flowers and chocolate?" though it may have come across as harsher than you intended.

"No, but uh, in case you changed your mind about talking to me when you saw me, I thought this would at least get me through the door," Jamie explained and you slowly nodded your head.

"Well, you were right." You take the things from his hand and let him inside. 

You had already cleaned up the place before he came over and hidden all the messy catalogs and test papers in your room for the time being. Its current condition could honestly pass as one of those display sets in department stores.

You placed the items on your dining table before turning back to Jamie who was awkwardly standing in the middle of the living room.

You didn't want to delay this any further. "So, why'd you want to talk?"

"Right," Jamie started, still unable to look you in the eye. "I wanted to say sorry for not messaging you these past few weeks. I've just been busy and Richmond's been on a losing streak too,—"

"Is that really all you wanted to say?" Your tone was soft, but even you knew you were being blunt. You just couldn't handle the sinking feeling of anxiety in your chest anymore and while you might be rushing him, you just wanted to get this over with.

"No, it's not." Jamie closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He moves towards you and starts looking at you intently. "I'm sorry. For everything. You deserved an apology and an explanation a long time ago and I can't go back in time, so I want to do it now."

He pauses for a moment, and when you realize he's waiting for you to say something, you respond, "Go ahead, Jamie."

He nods his head and almost looks like he's psyching himself up before a match. He takes another deep breath before continuing.

"I wanted to start from when I started to get distant. I never told you, but after I started at Man City, dad came back into the picture."

"He did?" Your voice was barely a whisper, and you're unsure if he even heard it because he keeps talking.

"You know how he is, right?" Of course, you did. 

Growing up, you knew the exact times his dad would be coming over. There’d be some beat up car in their driveway and if you looked out your window, Jamie’s window blinds would be down. During the early years, you’d ask your mom to call their house, but after the first time and about a ten-minute call with Georgie, she started telling you they were busy. It was only after that outlying car in their driveway disappeared that Jamie would come knocking at your door, asking to play. He'd have this air of discomfort the first few days, but you were so happy being able to see him again that you’d end up ignoring it.

"Anyway, he was on my arse that whole time. He always had something to say after every match about how I fucked up or, how shit I'd been. Even if I was just sitting on the bench, he still had something to say. It was exhausting," You could tell that Jamie was starting to get angry at the reminder of his father, and without thinking, you reach out to hold his hand. Jamie seems to relax at your touch and when he seems to have composed himself, you let go.

"He would go on about the same things. Don't be soft, it's the fucking Premier League and shit like that. I just, I wanted it to stop. And I thought that toughening up would stop him from him getting under my skin. That meant removing everything that did make me soft, vulnerable. One of those things was you, but I realized now that it was in a good way. As in, I only ever felt comfortable and safe when I was with you." Your eyes widened at his confession and you felt tears threatening to fall.

"But fuck, Dad was really in my head back then. I thought that you were making me weak. And I hated the thought of him calling me that. So I stopped picking up your calls and messages. I just blocked you out.

"But when I started to realize I was becoming a prick, I thought you'd never want to talk to me again. That you'd hate me and it wasn't worth trying to get you to forgive me. Plus, Mum always had great stories about you, so I thought you were better off without me. I guess that's why I was such a prick back in the pub, pretending I didn’t know you. Might as well lean into it if I already lost you." At this point, you were resisting the urge to envelop Jamie in a hug and never let go, but you knew he wanted to finish his piece.

"And I know that it doesn't change the fact that it was a shitty way to treat someone I loved, but it's the best explanation I can give you. I really am sorry." Jamie held your eyes, emphasizing how genuine he was being. Someone I loved, did he really just say that? But he starts again before you can even consider what that meant.

"And, I really am trying to be better. I want to be worthy of staying in your life, if you'll let me. This time, I promise I'll never leave you like that ever again."

You were processing his words and couldn't answer immediately, so Jamie added, "And if you decide that you don't want anything to do with me, then you'll never have to see me again. But I promise to keep trying to be better even then."

You continued to stay silent and Jamie took that as your answer. "Right, so that's all I had to say, so I'll be out of—"

You wrap your arms around him, stopping him mid-sentence. The footballer is slow to reciprocate it, but when he does, you're transported back in time. It feels like you're eight again, and Jamie's football team just won the finals. It feels like you're fifteen again, and you've made up during a midnight run to the grocery after a stupid argument. It feels like you're seventeen again, saying goodbye to the only boy you've ever loved.

"I don't know if I'm ready to forgive you yet, Jamie. To go back to how it was before." You finally answer, and if you're being honest, you don't think you ever could go back. "But I want to be able to," you whisper and you feel him relax even more in your arms. "Just, don't fuck it up and leave again. Because I'd really love to have you in my life again."

"I promise I won't." And this time, you believe him.

A/N: and there you go! the angst is over! (or is it? muahaha) some cameos from liv and ted to help snap jamie out of it :) i had written jamie's apology monologue the same time i wrote reader's angry monologue from chapter three with some slight revisions when i put them in their respective chapters, so hopefully it matches up well stay tuned for the next chapter!!

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A Bed For My Family (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett can't stand the thought of having to temporarily leave the ranch with Amy, but you know that you'll be safe in Montana for just a little while

Warnings: Breastfeeding, Perry being a douche canoe etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse

Rhett had just finished brewing a mug full of the flavored coffee, ready to close up the house for the night, when Royal came striding in, hanging his cowboy hat and jacket up on the hook.

"You ok Dad?" Rhett asked, noting the tired, worried expression in Royal's face.

"Ran into the judge when I went to go and get mine and (y/n)'s meds at the pharmacy," Royal explained.

"Somethin happen?"

Royal didn't want to tell him, but knew that he'd have to anyways. "Perry made bail this mornin."

Rhett's eyes went a little wide. "The fuck happened?" he asked.

"I dunno," Royal answered. "All I know is that he made bail and he's loose. I asked if there was anything that could be done, but he said not for a while."

"So what does this mean for me and (y/n)?" Rhett asked.

"Means ya'll are gonna have to completely disappear for a while," Royal told him. "You both need to take Amy and leave Wabang until things can get settled."

"How long till we can come back?" Rhett asked again. "What about the ranch?"

"We'll manage," Royal answered. "We've got the hands and it's a good thing too, they hate Perry's guts, same as the rest of us. All I know is that it's gonna be a while, Rhett. I don't know how long, but it's for our sake as well as you guys. I don't want nothin happenin to that baby, you or (y/n)."

Rhett could feel a hot lump burning in his throat, his chest tightening and his eyes beginning to blur at the thought of it. "Dad I......I dunno if we can even do this?"

"Rhett," Royal said. "Do not ask me to watch you risk life and limb for Amy. She needs you and you're the only dad she's got. Her biological father's a piece of shit and the mother ran out on her. You and (y/n) are all she's got in this world. If I tell ya'll to go, then ya'll need to go now."

Rhett's jaw clenched a little. His father was right. Ever since you and him had taken her from birth, you and Rhett were the only parents she would ever know. God forbid something should happen to the both of you or to her.

"Ok," he croaked. "Ok......"

Royal hugged his son, himself strained by the thought of you and Rhett leaving with his and Cecelia's grandbaby. "Promise ya'll it'll be ok," Royal croaked. "One way or another."

Rhett trudged his way up the stairs to see if you were still awake and sure enough, you were, snuggling Amy in the rocker. The dim glow of her little Sleeping Beauty nightlight was the only light to be found in the room. You looked like a goddess in Rhett's eyes as you held her, himself taken by your soft features that seemed to show more in that dim light.

"I finally got her to sleep," you whispered.

Rhett knelt next to you and kissed Amy's little head. She had only been home a day and a half, so brand new to this world and the both of you desperate to protect her.

"Dad says we've gotta go," he said.

"Where?" you asked as a pang of fear welled inside of you.

"Up to John's in Montana," Rhett answered. "He said Perry made bail this morning and there's a chance he could come after us."

You were terrified. You knew that Perry had been arrested for trying to go after Rebecca and had almost succeeded. You remembered after Amy had been born by C-section, Rhett sitting in the hospital rocker with her, Amy's tiny form snuggled against his naked chest as he vowed to protect her from any danger in the world.

"When do we have to go?" you asked nervously.

"Tomorrow night," Rhett answered. "I'll pack a little tonight and in the morning and then we'll load up and be gone by dinner. Whatever we can't take with us, we'll get on the road."

You felt the tears coming, unsure of how long it would be until you and Rhett could return. But one thing had been certain, that no matter where you and Rhett would go......you would always return.

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

It was a hectic night and morning, packing what little you could both take with you and loading up the truck for the six hour drive ahead to Bozeman. Cecelia had packed a few of Amy's blankets, her favorite lovey that she had made and her little flop-eared bunny stuffie.

"Lets get ya'll bundled up, princess," Royal said, his clumsy fingers snapping the last little gold button on Amy's pink knit sweater.

"Dad, you got her?" Rhett asked him.

Royal carefully slipped her little knit cap onto her head before picking her up. He kissed the side of her head as she sucked away on her pacifier, not wanting to let her go.

"Dad?"

Rhett hadn't seen his father shed a tear in a long time, not since Grandpa River had passed away. Royal sniffed back the tears as he handed Amy off to Rhett, a cry beginning to well in her throat before Rhett calmed her right down.

"Ya'll take care son," Royal told him. "Give our best to John."

Rhett nodded. You and him both hugged his parents before you gently laid Amy in her carseat, buckling her in and covering her with one of the knitted blankets Cecelia had made for her. Much to your surprise too, Ruby and Diesel jumped into the truck as well without a single objection from Royal or Cecelia. Both of them assured you that things would be fine and that Tiny and Willie were safely locked up in the book barn with their kittens.

It saddened you both to have to pull out of the driveway and get on the road, but you watched and waved until your in-laws and their ranch were nothing more than a speck in the distance. You heard Rhett sniff back his own tears from up front and a high pitched whine from Diesel, the burly rottweiler who had been Rhett and Royal's companion since puppyhood.

It was without a doubt, the longest road trip the two of you had ever been on, much longer than the one you had taken when you and Rhett were in college. Amy had slept a good three and a half hours before she woke up hungry and just in time for Rhett to pull into the nearest gas station for snacks and to fill the truck. You fed Amy as soon as you had pulled in, amazed that she had latched onto you so quickly. Being on the lactation medicine had been a pain in the ass, but you knew it would be better for Amy in the long run.

It wasn't too long before you had at last crossed into Montana, the traffic in Billings reaching ludicrous proportions as the sun began to set. After another good two and a half hours, you finally reached the Dutton Yellowstone Ranch, the truck snaking its way up the long gravel drive and into the bright porch lights.

John ventured out into the subzero, snowy night to greet the both of you. "Your dad told me ya'll were comin," he said.

"Took our sweet time gettin here too," Rhett laughed, his teeth beginning to chatter.

"C'mon, ya'll get inside," John told him. "It's gonna dip down into single digits tonight and nobody's sleeping in their cars."

John hurried to help you both unload, taking Amy's carseat with the sleeping baby inside and leaving Rhett to help you out of the truck. Diesel and Ruby went ahead of you both, scratching at the front door until you opened it and John let you both in.

He let you leave your suitcases at the door before you could kick off your boots and coats, hanging everything on the hooks and sticking your shoes on the hard plastic mat. Rip and Beth were still up but Kayce and Monica were busy elsewhere putting two year old Tate to bed.

"Alright, one for you," John said, handing you a mug full of coffee. "And one for the cowboy."

"Thanks Uncle John," Rhett replied, taking the mug.

"Not a worry," he said, lifting Amy out of her carrier. "Heard ya'll had a hell of a time gettin up here."

"Yeah but we're damn glad to be here," you told him.

John could agree one hundred and ten percent. It may not have been the best of circumstances, but he was glad to have you, Rhett and Amy on any given day, especially now.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #amy abbott #royal abbott #cecelia abbott #john dutton #outer range #yellowstone #outer range x yellowstone crossover

[frogserotonin]

Hiiii, I badly need more Anthony Lockwood x reader on this app so could you do one where reader joins the agency and there are immediate sparks between her and lockwood (he's always flirting with her, he always does small things for her and he always protects her first in a mission) and one day he gets really injured trying to save her during their missions and at home she's really worried when patching him up and they end up confessing to eachother after they have a mini argument. Then they kiss and make up or makeout 😘

god yeah anon, i get what you mean, the reason im writing is literally bc i need more fanfic 😭 i have read every fucking lockwood x reader on here and ao3 if ya'll want anything written just ask :D - lots of love, mars

everything - anthony lockwood x reader

warnings: violence, ooc, kissing, cursing

You weren’t exactly sure when it had started, this weird tension between you and Anthony Lockwood. It was an odd thing that the both of you left unspoken about, despite the numerous jokes, comments and questions from Lucy and George.

Maybe it had been when you’d first joined the agency. When he’d opened the door to see who was knocking and gone completely slack jawed at the sight of you, before collecting himself and adorning his prize-winning smirk.

“Well hello love, how may we help you?” he’d said, casually resting against the doorframe.

“Are you Lockwood of Lockwood and Co?” your cheeks had reddened from the cold and nothing else. Most definitely not because of the casual pet name he’d thrown in.

“That would indeed be me.” he nodded, easy smirk still resting on his lips. “I assume you’re here for an interview then, come on in and we’ll get you sorted.”

After you’d passed the interview with flying colours, he’d told you how much he looked forward to working with you with a wink and a charming toothy grin. Even now, your heart rate went up a considerable amount every time you saw that fucking smile.

Maybe it had been your first case, when you and Lockwood had had to hide from a very persistent Type Two and you’d dragged Lockwood into the nearest open room and shoved him into the wall. You’d pinned him there with one hand on his arm, pressing it to the wall, and the other over his mouth. Afterwards he’d tried to charm his way out of your teasing his red face.

You didn’t know when it’d started but far out, you knew that it was there and that if nothing happened soon you might just kiss him the next time he speaks.

~~~

“George, Luce, angel, we’ve got a new case.” Lockwood called from the hall, placing the phone down and smiling widely. (Damn that smile, it made your heart weak and your brain fuzzy) “We’re going as soon as possible so it’s best we get ready as fast as we can.”

And that was that. You all packed the necessities, like you always did. You all loaded into a taxi and waited patiently until you were at the clients house, like you always did. Lockwood checked with you to see if you had everything you needed, like he always did.

“George!” Lucy called from her place halfway up the stairs. “Come with me, we need to check out the drawing room you read about.” You almost missed the wink she directed your way.

Great, now you and Lockwood were alone. Fan-fucking-tastic.

“Shall we?” he offered his hand and pulled you towards some of the creepier looking closed doors, not-so-discreetly pulling you behind him. Slowly he opens the furthest door, nothing happens. You open the second door, and suddenly you’re thrown against the wall.

“Y/N!” Lockwood cried, pulling his rapier out and swinging it at the ghost that’d materialised. For a bit he succeeded in pushing it back, allowing you time to reorient yourself, before he too was thrown away from the ghost, his rapier landing near his head. You groaned and hauled yourself up, grabbing your own rapier and stabbing at the ghost. It disappeared, then reappeared behind you, causing you to swing around wildly, accidentally putting yourself in the ghosts close vicinity. You felt your limbs start to lock up as you held eye contact with your doom, hoping and praying that Lucy and George had found the source and were covering it with the silver net. The ghost moved closer and closer to you, and you silently mourned all the things you never got to say.

And then, just as you’d accepted your fate, Anthony fucking Lockwood pushed you out of the way. You didn’t have time to dwell on that though, the both of you rolling in opposite directions so as to avoid the ghost swiping at you, before disappearing. You sat up and looked at Lockwood, catching his eye and sending a wobbly smile his way.

“You okay?” he asked, voice a bit strained. You nodded and asked him the same question.

“Yeah…I’m good.” he said, lying through his teeth.

“The fuck you are.” You forced your sore body to stand up so you could walk towards him and check him for injuries.

“Y/N! Lockwood!” Lucy ran towards you, halting your endeavour. “Are you two okay?”

~~~

The taxi drive home was awkward and tense. You fought a raging battle against the urge to call him out for being injured, to ask him what was wrong.

When you got home you dragged Anthony into the kitchen and sat him down on a chair.

“Tell me where the fuck you’re hurt right now or I swear I will find out what your worst fear is and make it real.” Lockwood chuckled.

“Love, I’m fine, really.”

“Don’t lie to me, Lockwood.”

Then silence and a slight guilt and still, somehow, that damned fucking tension. So you, do what any normal person would do and pull his jacket off, immediately spotting where he was injured due to the blood staining his white shirt. More silence and more guilt, that stays in the air while you wrap his cut.

“I’m sorry-” He starts but you’re quick to cut him off.

“If you were sorry you’d stop throwing yourself at danger at every given opportunity. You’re so fucking reckless, all the damn time!” You didn’t mean to start berating him but now you couldn’t stop, because he did need to hear this. “Do you know how much you worry us? Do you think George and Lucy and I like seeing you get injured? Goddamn it we care so much about you. Why do you pull these stunts?”

You only now realise how close your faces are. You could feel his breath on you face.

“I don’t think you realise how deeply I care for you.” he whispered, voice husky and low. “You are...everything. I can't breathe when you're not around me and I can't think when you're near me. I would set the entire world aflame if you asked me to. You're the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing I think about before I sleep. I love you so much it hurts my heart and my head and my entire being."

You didn't know what to say to respond to that. You were a mess. God maybe-

Fuck it.

His lips were soft against yours. His hair between your fingers, softer. His hands on the sides of your face, gentle. You were kissing him and he was kissing you and you were losing your mind.

"Darling, you drive me insane." he whispered against your lips, matching smiles painting both of your faces.

"I love you too, idiot."

"Of course you do."

#anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood #lockwood and co #lucy carlyle #george karim #mars's fanfiction stuffs ✨

[just-imagine-that]

Ateez Reaction - He Defends You

I was gonna write a Monsta X reaction... but Halazia got me fucked up, SO HERE'S ATEEZ AGAIN!!

Started running out of scenarios, so some might be similar

All gifs are from Pinterest

WARNINGS: FEMALE!READER, Fluff, Angst

Seonghwa

"Is she you're girlfriend? You can do better."

The moment this so called "fan", said that, he was ready to throw down, cause, let's be honest, he doesn't have the patience for anyones bullshit. But, obviously, he can't just get in a fight in public, so he tried his hardest to contain himself, getting angrier with every passing moment this kid was talking shit about you, especially when he saw the way you shrunk and hung your head at what they were saying. When he finally felt like he was gonna burst, he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and spoke, too calmly for comfort.

"If you think 'better' is you, I have some news. (Y/n) is the most kindest, beautiful, and lovely girl I have ever met, all things you, obviously, aren't. No one is better than my (Y/n), especially not you."

Hongjoong

Ya'll were doing a Vlive together as a way of revealing your relationship, and, for the most part, the comments were Atiny being supportive of their leader and saying you guys were the cutest couple ever. Then came a few awful comments, of course, you guys chose to ignore them as well as you could, but there was one person who just kept sending in hate, and he eventually got annoyed at the person.

"And then we- Ya! Stop spamming with that nonsense!" He yelled, laughing slightly in annoyance.

He immediately picked up his phone when the person didn't stop.

"I'm reporting and blocking you, and anyone else who has anything awful to say about (Y/n) is gonna get reported and blocked, too!"

Yunho

Was so confused when he saw some hate comments on his new post on Insta. He posted a pic of you and him in a Lady and the Tramp style photo, both of you smiling and blushing as a spaghetti noodle was between your teeth on both ends, saying that he was in a relationship and how happy he was to be with you. The moment he saw one bad comment, he became a bit upset; why were people so mad at him being happy? It was just small stuff at first, but then some started getting really violent, to which he knew he had to step up and talk about.

"I noticed some... not so nice things being said on my recent post on Instagram," he started off, looking through the comments of the Live he was doing, "How can you call yourself a fan if you don't like me being happy? (Y/n) is such a nice person, and did nothing to deserve your hatred!"

Yunho's voice started wavering as he teared up, the fans noticed and immediately took his side in the matter, because they knew, if Yunho was with you, you must be a lovely person. After he talked a little more about the matter, all the Atiny's comforted him and reported anyone who would try and start shit. He smiled at all the support from Atiny, his eyes red from the tears he spilled earlier. God, he loved you and Atiny so much!

Yeosang

You and Yeosang were at a local café early in the morning, so makeup for either of you was not happening until after you got home. You were both waiting for your orders, sitting at a small window bench, talking about what you've both been up to recently, when a girl came up to Yeosang, obviously a fan. Wanting to give your boyfriend some time with the fan, you scrolled through some reels on Instagram, until you heard him say your name.

"Ah, this is my girlfriend!" Yeosang exclaimed to the fan, gesturing towards you with a huge smile.

The fan glanced at you and gave you a tight lipped smile, quite obviously judging you. Before you could say hello, you heard yours and Yeosangs order being called. You quickly told him you'd run over and get your breakfast before giving him a quick peck on his cheek and speedwalking towards the front counter.

"I can't believe you're dating her, she's so ugly, can't you see the scars on her face?" The 'fan' questioned, a disgusted look on her face.

Yeosang looked at her in shock at her words. How could someone possibly say that about your beautiful face? He pulled a face before he spoke.

"If you haven't noticed, my face isn't exactly flawless either. Nobody's faces are perfect, and besides, you have a scar on your face too! A bit hypocritical, you think? Now.. please leave us alone."

San

The boys were doing an interview when the topic of girlfriends came up, and everyone immediately looked at San, saying he had a girlfriend. A bright smile came onto his face at the thought of talking about you publicly, this was his moment to tell all of Atiny how happy he was in this relationship!

"Yeah, I'm dating someone right now, her name is (Y/n)! Actually some of Atiny might recognize her, she is a Youtuber, and I was in a few of her videos!" San said, excitedly.

"The one who does Mukbangs? Don't you think she eats a little too much?" The host asked.

San's smile dulls at the question, annoyed at the host of the interview. The rest of the boys glanced between San and the interviewer, knowing that he should not have asked such a question.

"No, not at all, she eats what she can handle, she knows not to eat more than she can. And if she does have food left, it's given to me or one of the others," San explained.

The host flushes in embarrassment, thinking at least one of the boys would agree, "Ah, alright, moving on then!"

Mingi

A clothing brand had contacted you to do some modelling, but you weren't comfortable with going alone, so you asked the photographer if it was okay for your boyfriend to come and watch, to which the photographer had said yes, because it was totally understandable that someone you were close with might make you a bit more comfortable in a room full of strangers.

The moment the photographer saw Mingi enter the room, all thoughts of you being the model were out the window. Without asking, he tugged Mingi over to the set to take some pictures. Your shocked gaze was caught by Mingi, to which he shrugged his shoulders in confusion.

"You are the perfect model," the guy said, "(Y/n), we don't need you anymore, you can just sit back and watch!"

Your eyes widened in even more shock, your posture straightened in offence. They asked you here to model, but because of who your boyfriend is, they basically kicked you out of the deal! Mingi immediately noticed how upset you were and walked towards you, linking your arm in his.

"Look, this was supposed to be her photo shoot, not mine, and it shocks me how quick you were to abandon your deal with her for someone else. If that's how you treat your models, I don't think either of us will be coming back here for any future brand deals. We're leaving, don't contact either of us ever again."

Wooyoung

Vlives with Wooyoung were always so chaotic when you were on with him. One moment you're talking about things like food and working out, next ya'll are exposing each others embarrassing moments, playfully trying to cover each others mouths to stop the other from embarrassing them further.

At one point you and him were talking about your favourite foods, to which you had a hard time answering, 'cause there are way too many foods to choose from. All the food talk was starting to make you hungry, so you quickly snuck away to grab some snacks from the nearest convenience store.

As the comments flooded in, Wooyoung was happy with the amount of love Atiny were showing you, but, of course, someone had some bullshit to say.

"No wonder she is always thinking about food, look at he- yAH, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! (Y/N)'S WEIGHT IS FINE JUST THE WAY IT IS, SHE'S BEAUTIFUL THE WAY SHE IS!!" Wooyoung exclaimed, his voice getting higher.

Suddenly the door opens, you walk in with a bag full of snacks.

"Ah, Jagiya, let me help," he said calmly.

He glanced back at the screen with a small glare before heading over to help you unpack.

Jongho

We all know our maknae is strong as all hell, so when Atiny asked if he could pick up the boys one by one, of course he had to for Atiny. It just so happened that you had walked into the room when he had finally put Seonghwa back on his feet, the last member to be caught in his arms bridal style.

Yeosang glanced between the live camera and you, an idea in his head, whispering it to your boyfriend before giving him a thumbs up in encouragment. As you walked into the camera frame, Jongho ran over to you, right arm grabbing you by your waist, his left coming down to the back of your knees, sweeping you off your feet and into his arms.

You screamed in surprise, laughing right after the shock of the situation set in. He sat yoy down on the ground quickly, laughing with you.

A few minutes passed during the live and Jongho was on his phone, going through comments currently coming in.

"Her scream and laugh are so piercing, I think my ears are bleeding!" A fan commented.

Jongho straightened up after reading the comment, "Ai- don't overreact, it wasn't that bad, in fact, I find it very cute!"

"Can't be worse than Wooyoung's," Yeosang added with a snicker.

"YAH!"

#ateez #ateez seonghwa #ateez san #ateez hongjoong #ateez headcanons #ateez reaction #ateez reactions #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #ateez x y/n #ateez x you #ateez x reader #ateez x female reader #ateez imagine #ateez imagines #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez jongho #hongjoong x reader #kpop imagines #kpop imagine #kpop reaction #kpop reactions #seonghwa x reader #yunho x reader #san x reader #yeosang x reader #wooyoung x reader #jongho x reader #mingi x reader

[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me Part 11 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: It's about to go down. Ya'll ready?!

Enjoy <3

Warnings: Dom Steddie & Plus Size Sub Y/N and all that implies (I regret nothing!), Smut and ALL the angst. These three confront the parents and as you can imagine it doesn't go well. Steve's dad is a douchebag and Y/N is referred to as a whore a few times. Eddie gets hit *cries*. He in turn gets a little rough with the reader but Steve intervenes. A bit of a cliffhanger ending... I mean I guess lol I think that's everything!

Word Count: 3335

A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you slowly open your front door and enter your house, Eddie and Steve following close behind. 

Both your parents are standing in the living room and to your surprise so are Steve’s. His dad visibly looks a mess, his hair and suit completely disheveled.

“Oh, Steven!”, his mother exclaims as she runs to give him a hug.

“You can leave.” Your dad gestures towards Eddie.

“I could but I’m not. Do I need to call my uncle so we have everyone who needs to be here present?”

“It’s not like you can call his dad.”, Mr. Harrington sasses under his breath as you angrily glare at him. 

“Mr. Munson, you don’t need to be here. I asked for my daughter to come home with Mr. Harrington here—”

“Yeah well, my understanding is you have a problem with me to so…”, Eddie shrugs. Your dad turns to your mom and whispers something to her before she rises to head for the kitchen to use the phone. “He works at the mill up there. He should be in by now.”

You three sit on the couch as you try to keep your emotions in check. The way everyone is staring at you guys terrifies you but you were also extremely angry, knowing how this conversation was going to play out. No matter what they said, you loved Eddie and Steve. You weren’t leaving them. 

“Wayne said he would be here in 15 minutes.”, your mother notified the room. 

“Good. He can take his nephew when he gets here. Now while we wait, Steven, I’m just going to say this out right, stay away from my daughter. This thing you two have is over.”

“Dad—”

“And as for you, you disobeyed us. We told you to stay away from him especially since he’s associated with this one here.”, he points to Eddie. 

“Which ends today to. I don’t want you spending any more time with this freak.”, his dad adds.

“Well, what does it matter, dad? According to you, I’ve already tarnished our name by not making into college, right? I’m too fucking stupid and lazy. Isn’t that what you said?”

“You’re goddamn right! We raised you to be better than this.”

“You didn’t raise him at all!”, you defended. “He’s spent half of high school alone in that big house.”

“Y/N!”, your mother scolds and you immediately fold back into yourself. 

The boys glance your way before looking back down at the floor. “I guess we see now why she was so meek and scared before.”, Eddie softly smiles as he reaches for your hand. 

“Hey! Don’t touch my daughter.”

“I love your daughter! No one has ever cared about me or made me feel the way she does.”

“Wait…”, Steve’s dad rubs his palm over his eyes. “I’m confused. Steve, you told me you were dating Y/N.”

“I am and I love her to.”

“But he just…”

Your eyes meet your mother’s before hers drift towards the ceiling. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

A knock on the door brings everything to a halt and your dad quickly answers it to allow Eddie’s uncle entry. “Get your nephew and get out of my house.”

“Wait. What is happening?”

“You to, Bill! Get your son and leave. It’s obvious we need to have a long talk with our child.”

“We can talk as long as you want, dad, but that’s not going to change how I feel. I love them to and after we graduate, we’re moving in together.”

“Huh…well that explains some things.”, Wayne smirks as he looks at all the other adults in the room. “I mean I had a feeling but didn’t want to assume.”

“You’re ok with this?!”, your mom shrieks. 

“Yeah, I mean… they aren’t doing anything wrong. They aren’t a gang or something. They’re three people in love. It’s nice and rare at such a young age.”

“Exactly! ‘Young age’! You three are way too young to understand what you are feeling!”

“ENOUGH!”, your dad booms as all conversation ceases. “This is over.”, he points his index finger towards you. “End it now. As long as you are under my roof, you will follow my rules. You are not allowed to see either of these boys again.”

“You can’t keep us from her.”, Eddie responds as he grips your hand tighter. 

“I sure fucking can! I’ll call the cops! I’ll send her to live with family in other states! I’ll—”

“You’ll call the cops and tell them what? Your daughter is spending time us? And you can send her anywhere you want, no matter what, we would follow her.”, Steve interrupts reaching for your hand as well. 

“Steven Harrington, you think about this now. If you insist on staying with this…whore…I will cut you off—”

“Hey now.”, Wayne cuts in. “No need to be rude or disrespectful. If you say something like that again, I’m ending this and taking all three of them back to my home.”

As Eddie’s uncle spoke, your eyes scanned your parents. Their angry eyes were staring into a void they seemed to stuck in. What killed you most was while Wayne defended you, your mom and dad remained silent, seemingly agreeing with Steve’s father. To them…you were a whore.

“Cut me off, dad. I don’t care. I’ve spent my whole life trying to impress you and be what you wanted me to be. Now I just want to figure out who I am and I want to do it with this woman here. I may not be the best student, man, or even fucking son but I am good at taking care of baby girl here.”

“Do you agree with his dad?”, you blurted your question as you addressed your family. “Do you two think I’m a slut?”

“What-what are we supposed to think, Y/N?”, your mother stutters. 

“It’s not like I’m-I’m opening my legs for all of Hawkins! I’m in a relationship with these two. I—”

“Stop it, Y/N.”, your dad warns.

“No!”, you suddenly rise to your feet. “I’ve never done anything wrong or given you two any reason to worry before. You both always said I was smart and knew how to make my own choices! Why is this ONE suddenly wrong?”

“Sit. Down. Y/N.”

“Sweetheart…” Eddie tries to pull at your hand to get your attention, getting to his feet as well. He recognizes that look and tone from your father; he’s seen it before on his own. 

“Dad, they are both so good to me. If you just got to know them—”

As your dad’s arm rears back, the metalhead slides between you two, taking the slap that was meant for you. Wayne moves forward as Steve stands, tugging you behind him. 

“We’re done here. I’m taking them to my trailer until Steve and Y/N feel safe coming home if at all.”, Wayne growls.

“You can’t do that.”

“Oh, I assure you I can. Unless you want to call Hopper down here so we can explain to him how you just assaulted my nephew.” His uncle reaches for Eddie’s arm and guides him towards the front door. “You kids get a head start. I’ll be right behind you.”

Without speaking, the three of you exit the house and quickly move to Eddie’s van. 

“Do you want me to drive?”, Steve asks.

The metalhead shakes his head, opening the passenger door for you before slamming it shut. As he begins the drive back to the trailer, you start replaying everything in your head. You knew your parents weren’t going to approve of this relationship but you never expected them to be this angry to the point where your dad would react the way that he did. 

 Eddie got hurt, Steve was cut off, you and he didn’t have a home anymore. Then everything that happened last night… this is all my fault… 

You tried to hide the tears that flowed as you curled into the window. After a while, the trailer came into view but even after the man parked no one moved. You glanced over at the driver, suddenly realizing his chest was rising and falling rapidly. 

“Eddie… are you okay?”

Steve followed your eye line as he shifted to the other side of the van. “Munson. It’s okay, man. You’re okay.”

Eddie’s eyes shut as his mouth opened to release a loud scream as he repeatedly hit at his steering wheel. His hair blocked his face as his head hung to his chest. The driver’s side door gradually opened as Wayne leaned against it, reaching for his nephew’s arm. 

“Come on, son. You’re okay.”

Gently, he tugged his nephew out and the rest of you followed suit. As you entered the trailer, you and Steve sat on the couch while Eddie’s uncle looked him over. 

“He got you pretty good but…it would have probably done way more damage to her. That was a brave thing you did, Eddie.” The metalhead’s shoulders deflate as he exhales. “You two are welcome to stay here as long as you need to. Y/N, I can give you some cash and after school tomorrow you and the boys can go into town so you can buy some essentials.”

“I’m sorry…”

Wayne came over and bent down on his heels beside you. “You have no reason to be sorry, honey. You are not a whore; you’ve done nothing wrong. Okay?” He smiles when you nod. “Ed, I have to get back to work. Are you three going to be alright?”

“Yeah, we’ll be fine.”

As his uncle straightens up, he reaches over to pat Steve’s shoulder. Once he leaves, Eddie abruptly turns and heads for his room. You two trail after him, finding him in a chair with a cigarette dangling from his lips as he tries to light it. 

“Fucking…piece of shit…lighter…”, he growls before angrily throwing it to the floor. 

Slowly, you place yourself in front of him, extending your hand out to run your fingers through his hair. Eddie sighs again as he leans forward and rests his forehead on your stomach. 

“I’m…thank you…” The tears start flow again as you hug him to you. His hands glide up to your lower back as his lips press against your tummy. The metalhead’s eyes glance up to meet yours for the first time since you left your parents house and the pain you found within them killed you. It was like the man now was fighting with the scared little boy he was back then, trying to remind himself that he was in control. You lean down to kiss his lips before nodding you head, whispering against them. “Use me.”

With incredible strength, Eddie lifted you under your arms and all but threw you onto his bed. He tore off your clothes, rapidly trying to do the same with his own. After opening your legs, he spit into cunt, gripping the base of his cock and guiding himself roughly into your body. His hips pounded aggressively into yours as he remained pushed up on his palms, long hair blocking his face from your view. As you reached up to move it out of the way, his hand flew to your wrist, pinning it flat to the mattress. 

You winced at the feeling of each hard thrust; he had never been this rough with you before. He began muttering things under his breath you could barely hear as you caught every other word. 

“Fucking…asshole…I could…knock him…out.”

“S-sir?”, you whimpered as Steve knelt by the bed, scanning your face.

“Color, honey?”

“Yellow, Da-daddy.”

“Eddie, she needs a minute.”

“They think…tell me…what to do…no. I’m…in control.” Your eyes widen as his hand suddenly flies to your throat, gripping it hard between his fingers.

“Eddie! Stop!” Steve quickly shoves him back and he tumbles off you, releasing you from his hold. “Y/N, are you ok?”

You cough as you try to catch your breath. 

“Fuck. F-fuck, Y/N. Sweetheart, I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t even hear you. I…fuck!”, he shouts as he hits the trailer wall with his fist. 

You glance over at him before looking up Steve, assuring him you were alright. “Take these off, Daddy.” You tug at his shirt collar and he nods, rising to his feet.

“Don’t. Don’t touch me. I don’t want to hurt you again.”, Eddie’s voice shakes as you turn and place your hand on his chest. 

“Do you trust me?”, you whisper.

“Yeah, I just…don’t trust myself.”

Leaning forward, you tenderly kiss his lips as you push him carefully on to his back and straddle his waist. “I do, Master.”

A moan escapes his beautiful lips at the title, his palms coming to rest on your thighs as you carefully slide his cock into your entrance. Balancing above him on your hands, you grind your hips as you tilt your upper half closer to his chest.

“You’re always so protective of me. I feel so safe with you and Daddy.”

Steve climbs on to the bed behind you as you crane you neck to watch him spit in his hand and stroke it along his length. His eyebrows raise as if to ask if you’re ready and you subtly nod, allowing him to grab your waist and push himself into your ass. 

Once again, you felt so full by both of them immediately, moaning at the delicious stretch of them inside of you. Steve’s arms came into your field of view as his chest pressed against your back and his hands rest near yours against the mattress. 

Your eyes rolled as he began rolling his hips into yours, panting against your skin. 

“You both feel so good. Oh my god… Please, Sir. I NEED you to move.”

“You need me, princess?”

Eddie licks his lips as his hips thrust upwards eliciting a loud moan from you both. Steve leans back onto to his knees, guiding your movements with his palms as he glances between your bodies.

“F-fuck, baby. You take us both so well.”

The metalhead nods underneath you, agreeing with his friend. “Such a good girl.”

“Mmm—use me. Fill me up, please. I need you to. I need to—mmm-- feel you cum inside me.”

Eddie’s fingers reach up to caress your face before gripping the back on your neck, bringing your lips to his. 

“I love you, Y/N. You are safe with us. I’d never—God—I’d never let anyone hurt you like that.” His glassy, blown out eyes lock with yours as he pumps into you harder. Steve tries to match his pace, slamming his hips into yours. 

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.” Your pussy clenches around him as you cum. Eddie grunts below you at the feeling, clinging to your waist as he follows you.

The other boy holds you against his chest as he chases his high, his arms holding you tightly as he thrusts his spend into your body. 

Without a word, they each gradually pull out of you making you hiss and wince at the slight sting. The metalhead gently takes your hand and walks you towards his shower. After cleaning you and making sure you were comfortable, he places you back on the mattress in front of Steve who casually begins brushing your hair. 

“Wayne doesn’t need to give you too much cash. I, um, I bought some stuff and have them here for when you spend the night like that brush.”, Eddie gestures towards Steve. “We just need to find you some clothes more than anything. In a couple days, maybe my uncle can talk your parents into letting you swing by to get your stuff. You may have to wait till we find an apartment to bring everything… Trailer is kind of small.”, he smiles. 

You fingers reach out to move some of his hair back so you can see his face. 

“I’m really fucking sorry, princess. I didn’t mean to… Your dad hit me and I just felt like a boy again, you know? I got lost in my brain.”

“It’s okay. I understand. I genuinely do. I’m sorry he hit you.”

“I’m sorry for my dad to…talking down to both of you like that.”, Steve sighs. “You’re not a whore, Y/N. That goes without saying but…”, he chuckles. “I know you like to be called that in bed—”

“By you two. But even then, when you say it, I know you don’t mean it like they do.”

They nod at your statement, each man leaning in to kiss your lips. The rest of the night, they kept an extra close eye on you; making sure you were fed and comfortable before falling asleep in their arms. While Eddie leaned out his bedroom window smoking a cigarette, you shot up in bed, grabbing your heart as you panted. 

“Hey! Whoa, sweetheart. It’s ok, you’re ok. It was just a nightmare.”

Silently, your head feel back against the pillow as you sobbed. He tossed the end of his smoke out into the yard, closing the window, and enveloping you in his arms. The metalhead tenderly kissed your forehead as you rolled over, pressing your face into his bare chest. 

“I know, baby. It’s ok. I’ve got you. Master’s here for you.”

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That following morning, Eddie gave you a shirt to wear so you could at least have on something different than yesterday. All eyes felt like they were on you as you three climbed out of his van and headed for the campus. 

“Is it just me or are there more eyes on us than normal?”

“Well, King Steve did just show up with the freak so I imagine there’s a lot of gossip there.”

You squinted towards the metalhead, pursing your lips. “I hate when you call yourself that. You aren’t a freak.”

“Y/N?”, Masie called as she waved you to her locker. 

“We’ll see you in class, alright? Everything is okay.”, Steve soothes as he tenderly pets your head. 

“Hey Maze. What’s going on?”

“I was going to ask you that.” Your best friend takes a few steps closer to you as she lowers her voice. “Is it true that you’re fucking Steve Harrington AND Eddie Munson?”

“I—what—I mean—where did you hear that?”, you ask as you stumble over your words. 

“Y/N, Mr. Harrington went to the bar last night talking about how you ‘corrupted his son’ and how delusional the three of you are. The whole town knows about it. Is-is it true? I mean I know you spend a lot of time with them but I thought they were just friends.”

“I…um… what if I was in a relationship with them both? Would that be so wrong?”

Masie’s eyes widen as she takes a step back from you. “I-I-I don’t know what to say.”

Your eyes begin to water as you slowly back away. “No. I completely understand. Um, take your time and I’m just, um, going to go to class.”

“Y/N, WAIT!”, she screams after you as you run away from her down the hallway. You don’t stop till you’re outside your first classroom which is currently being blocked by students.

“Move! Everyone out of my way!”, Mr. C pushes through the crowd and you follow close behind. 

A couple of boys were on the floor wrestling with Steve and Eddie. The desks were pushed out of the way and blood had already began staining the linoleum. A few other teachers with campus security ran in pulling everyone apart. 

“What is going on?!”, your teacher shrieked. “Mr. Munson? Mr. Harrington? Care to enlighten me?”

They were furious, you could see it reflecting in their beautiful eyes even as they tried to avoid your gaze. Another student finally piped up and pointed towards the blackboard where you and Mr. C quickly turned to look. 

In big bold letters, written in yellow chalk read the words, “Y/N Y/L/N. CLASS SLUT OF 1984.”

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Dripping in Leather

Part 1 of 2- “So, Leather eh?”

Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, Leather Fetish, Leather Kink, Vaginal Fingering, Light Restraints, Oral Sex, Deepthroating, Anal play(unprotected- play safe ya'll!)

Summary: No, I hadn't told Austin about my little leather fantasy. I mean, I'd never really explored it myself. I wasn't sure how to bring it up, so I brought a little surprise to Mexico City, where I was meeting up with him. But when I met him on set and he had those tight leather pants on, it was all I could do to keep myself together until we got back to the hotel room. Holy Fuck it was hot! Now if I could just get him to dust off a certain iconic outfit for me....

A/N: A big thank you to @richardslady121 for this request and collab. It's been so much fun to research a bit of leather kink! I am trying out first person perspective here, so let me know what you think! I appreciate all kindly feedback. I hope all ya'll beautiful people enjoy it! Please message me if you'd like me to tag you on future work!

Part 1: "So, leather eh?"

The moment the gentleman at the airline counter offered me the complimentary first class upgrade, was,  unbeknownst to me, the moment my life changed forever. When I sat down, all giddy to make the long flight from London home to LA in style and comfort, I didn’t know it would be next to Austin. Yup, Austin Butler. 

That was over a year ago, before ELVIS! had premiered and I admit,  I had no idea who he was. He was just an alarmingly handsome man with gorgeous manners and the kindest soul I had ever met. I remember how he held my hand as the turbulence was rough when we landed at LAX. We jokingly  call it our twelve hour first date. Had I known the crazy whirlwind that was about to happen, I’m not sure I would have agreed when he asked me out for dinner.  Do I regret it? Oh hell no. It’s been amazing, stressful and draining for us both, but amazing. HE is amazing. 

That memory always runs through my mind anytime I am on an airplane. As this one touches down in Mexico City, I am both nervous, lonely and excited. Why? Well, my baby is doing a photo shoot here and I’m meeting him for a romantic weekend. Between work and award schedules, public appearances and our desire for privacy, it’s been a while since we’ve had time with one another that wasn’t loomed over by the paparazzi.  

As a non-celebrity, the paps make me nervous. My success isn’t built on my face or my name or anything else connected to fame. You’d think they wouldn’t bother me because what the hell do I have to lose.  Austin, that’s what. He is what I have to lose and I simply won’t allow it. The only saving grace is how tight lipped Austin is about his private life. 

Relationships are hard enough when you are just a regular person, they are doubly hard when you add in dating Hollywood's latest  flame.  The thing is, at the moment, I’m not sure where our relationship is really. Award season has been so draining. So much time spent apart, it’s sucking the soul out of our sex life.  We had talked a few days ago and decided to take a little time for each other. And no, sex isn’t the only thing in our relationship, but I’ll be damned if it’s not important. 

…

I walk onto the set. I’m nervous, like I always am when I show up on a set. I never want to intrude or distract Austin, but watching him work is so fantastic. 

I am directed by someone with a YSL badge down a hallway and into a big room. They all know who I am, even if they sometimes roll their eyes behind my back. Props and boxes and the random flotsam that goes with the photo industry is piled up along the walls. There are black backdrop curtains hung up to form what I assume is a giant photo space. 

I turn the corner around the end of the curtain and there he is. Austin is standing, body facing me, arm stretched out to the side pulling back the fabric of the backdrop. It looks like one of those quiet moments he likes to take before he goes on, peeking onto the set like a spectator in his own crazy life.   

His profile is beautiful, his neck so kissable. The long black coat obscures the fact that he has gotten really lean over the past few months, lean but still beautifully defined. The simple crisp white t shirt merely a nice contrast to the black. Then I see … oh fuck… he is in black leather pants. They hug his thighs as he takes a step and it leaves little to the imagination about which side he ‘dresses’ on. My breath comes out in a little “hoh” and a little shiver goes up my spine. His head turns towards the sound and his face lights up.  That beautiful smile is directed at me and suddenly I am engulfed in a bear hug. “Oh baby, I missed you,” his voice so sincere, is buried in my neck.

“Me too, babe” my voice is muffled by his coat. I can smell the new fragrance on him that he is here to shoot for, at least that is what I assume it is, plus just Austin, clean gorgeous Austin. Then something new tickles my nose and I catch a whiff of the warm leather… oh lord. 

My head tilts up and the press of his lips sparks a tightness in my belly. My hands can’t help but slide over the smooth roundness of his ass under that long gorgeous coat. The leather of his pants stretches just perfectly over him and feels so soft against my hand. I let out a little groan that is just for him.  I feel his hips press forward into mine just a little. I know that I am not going to be able to stay quiet for long pressed up against him like this.

He breaks the relatively chaste kiss and hugs me close.

“‘m working, lil’ darlin’,” his Elvis voice quiet in my ear, lordy he knows how much it turns me on, ”and these here pants aren’t exactly roomy, but I’ll bring ‘em with after, ifnya wan’.”

A quiet moan shakes my throat.  I pull away to look him in the face, no trace of the southern sex god, just a sweet smile.  God he is good.

I just nod, and smile, knowing my voice will betray me. My legs feel wobbly and the thought of that leather just sets my blood on fire.

I watch him quietly from the corner, my panties getting wetter with each new turn of his face, each new smolder he produces. Then my heart melts as he suddenly breaks character and laughs his adorable shy laugh. There is no doubt in my mind that I am the luckiest girl in the whole world. 

As the afternoon shoot progressed I found myself hornier and hotter than I had ever thought possible. It's Austin, of course, and it's the fucking leather. 

They had let him keep the pants as well as the black lace tank and see-through shirt he had on at the end. The designer shot a slight glance towards the door where I was leaning,  before nodding at Austin with a knowing smile. We left with me wondering how long I could keep my hands off him.   

During dinner I was barely able to eat. I was so distracted by the leather and the lace shirt. Austin, always the gentleman in public, pretended not to notice but would sneak in  a ‘honey’ or  ‘darlin’ with his Elvis-laced tongue just to see the effect it had on me. By the end of dinner, I am struggling to think straight and he knows it. 

After what seems to me an eternity, the soft susurration from his leather pants drifts to my ears as he stands ready to head back to the hotel. I don’t give them any outward attention as we pass store fronts,  but I am beyond excited. The restaurant we stopped at for dinner was only a few blocks from the hotel, so we decided to walk. Miraculously, there are no paps, no fans and it’s like we are just a couple out for a stroll. His thumb rubs my knuckles as we walk.

My mind keeps straying to the little surprise I have for Austin that is hanging on the back of the bathroom door in our suite. That he just happened to be wearing a matching outfit seemed the most delicious serendipity.   We are hand in hand, walking down the street, my mind totally captivated by the hot man beside me. This weekend is all about rekindling and what better way to do it than with sexy, leather-clad Austin/Elvis. After all, the ‘68 comeback special was my favourite of all Austin’s Elvis scenes. I briefly wonder if he even knows. 

Back in our room. I excuse myself to the bathroom, asking Austin to make a drink, bartender’s choice. Quickly I strip down and make sure all my bits and parts are clean and fresh. I don’t know if either of us will be in the mood for ass play, but I like to be ready. I buckle and zip and wiggle into my little surprise. I run a brush through my hair, then take a moment to really look at my reflection. 

My curves are a sight to behold, the buckles across my front almost intimidating. My ample cleavage spilling out. I had refused to give in to the social media pressure about my figure. I am curvy, I am healthy and I love myself. What’s more, Austin loves my figure and the fact that I know myself.

“Remember, your confidence is the sexiest thing about you,” he had whispered into my ear just before our first public red carpet appearance. Those words echo in my ears as I look at my sexy self. 

I step from the bathroom to find Austin sitting on the low-slung designer couch in our suite. He is leaning back, manspreading in the most beautiful way. His hands are full of drinks, one for each of us.  His eyes are closed, his head back, having just taken a sip of the pina colada in his hand. He takes a big breath and just lets himself relax. I take a moment to appreciate again just how gorgeous this man is and just how lucky I am that he is mine. I step to him, taking my drink from his hand. He pats the couch next to him without opening his eyes. I sip through the straw, watching him. When I don’t sit, he cracks one eye, then they both go wide in surprise. 

“Fuck," he breathes.

He drinks me in, from the bonings, busk, and buckles that cross my torso, to the globes of my breasts barely contained by the taut black leather. He follows my curves over the tight leather mini that I ‘could’ wear out in public, if I never walked, sat or, heaven forbid, tried to bend over. Then his eyes travel down my legs to the crisscrossed barefoot ties around my calves. I don’t think heels are good for real sex play. We are all the same height lying down anyway. This is an outfit meant to be alluring, it is meant to portray an element of deviance. This is an outfit to be fucked in. 

He sits up a little, puts his drink aside and attempts to adjust himself, pulling at the material at his inner thigh. 

“Why, hello there lil’ leather Mama,” he drawls, “you goin’ my way?” His Elvis voice gives me tiny shivers and I giggle just a little, the straw in my mouth.

He scoots to the edge of the couch. His hand reaches out to slide over the swell of my hip and around the dip of my waist. He pulls me to him. 

“You had to have planned this. Did you know I was wearing leather today too, babe?” he asks. 

“No, I just…. wanted to do something a little different, see if it sparked you.” I set my drink next to his.

“Oh, you can consider me sparked, sweetheart.”  His fingers tracing the boning of the corset then behind me over the soft surface of my ass, “though ‘on fire’ is more like it.” 

He puts his arms around my middle hugging me tight. 

“Fuck I’ve missed you, missed this with you,” his blue eyes gaze up from my middle. I rake my fingers through his hair. He practically purrs. 

“Me too, baby,” I lean down and plant a kiss on him. 

“Mmm, bold yet sultry.  You gon’ be all mine t’night? Do whatevah I want? Be completely at my mercy?” he asks me with that fucking voice. He knows I’ll do anything for Elvis. It’s his secret weapon with me. 

“MmmHmmm,” I practically whine. 

“How long since you’ve cum, mama?” it floats from his lips so easily, just as his fingers float down the backs of my thighs, making me shiver.

“A couple days,” I shrug, noncommittally. It’s not like we ever talked about abstaining. 

“Oh you didn’t save all that up for me? Tch tch tch,” his tongue clicks. Now that he’s found something to pivot on, he slips further into a little roleplay. ”What a naughty girl. Well I saved up for you lil’ mama. So yer in for a ride, especially lookin’ like that. In fact,” he reaches behind the couch to the table there, ”I’ve got a little surprise of my own,’ he pulls out leather cuffs that buckle, they are connected by a chain maybe two feet in length. “Apparently we have been on the same wavelength. I wanted to spice things up too. And I think you could use a little… lesson in restraint.”

Holy. Shit.  My brain starts spinning in a freefall. How is it that, even though I am currently towering over him, wearing an entire outfit of domineering leather, Austin still commands me, still makes me weak in the knees. 

The cold chain brushes my bare leg as I hold my wrists out for him. As he does up the buckles, my pussy clenches.  It’s only now that I notice there are extra straps. He removes them from the chain and taps my legs apart and wraps one, then the other around my upper thighs.

“I think these are just the accessories this outfit needed,” he smiles up at me. 

My heart rate starts to speed up. I have always loved the intriguing dominance that leather imparts, however I never really told anyone my secret fantasy. Not even Austin. Honestly at what point in a new relationship do you bring up your possible kinks?  I had hoped, in bringing this outfit, it might open a door to talk about it. But to have him meet me on the threshold with his own leather? Damn. 

“Oh that is fucking hot,” he says leaning back to look me up and down, biting his lip. “Pull up your skirt a little, I want to see you.” 

I bunch up the hem with my fingers. I can tell I’m leaking, wetness cool on my inner thigh. 

“Dirty little Princess,” he says reprovingly, one finger running gently along the seam of my lips, ”are you already wet for me?” he pulls a long line of wetness away with this finger. Bringing it to his mouth, he sucks my juices off with a guttural ‘mmmmm’.  

He guides me back as he stands.  His hands come to my face, so tender, as he presses his lips to mine. I taste a hint of my own saltiness as his tongue plays on my own. My hands, still connected by a chain, run as best they can over his muscular thighs, over that hot fucking leather. A groan shudders, unbidden from my throat. 

“You like these do you?” he asks.

“Uh huh, and you in them,” I nod, biting my lip. 

“You want to touch?” He turns around, offering himself to my bound hands.

My god, the leather is buttery soft over his exquisite ass. He clenches a little and my palms slide into the hollow made by his glutes. 

“Oh my god you are so fucking fine,” I murmur. He looks over his shoulder with a little smirk. He is fully aware of his effect on me, if not the whole fucking world.  I continue to roam over his ass and down his legs. In the outlining of every muscle, my breath betrays me.  How did I get this lucky?

He turns around to face me.  My hand and eyes instinctively go to the tight fucking bulge on his right side crotch. I wonder if it’s hurting him, being so turned on. He tilts my head up with one finger on my chin. I look up at him, hoping he’ll kiss me again. His sexy downward gaze freezes me.

“Unbutton ‘em,” he says, his voice husky.

A little whimper escapes me before I can stop it. My hands are eager to comply, but they shake with anticipation. The cold metal of the chain dangles against my bare thighs. Austin’s fingertips are tracing curlicues on the mounds of my breasts as I undo his fly button, by button, by button. The leather appears to split open as I unfasten it and he seems to grow in size. He sighs in relief as he spills out.  His black underwear resemble a massive codpiece sticking out from the tightness of the leather.  

My mouth goes dry as the air seems to catch in my throat. My hips are pulsing in the air. Just the outline of his stiffness makes me want him inside me. 

“Please let me,” I am unable to finish the sentence because I don’t even know what I want him to let me do, I just want… him. 

Deciding what it is that I want, he nods, licking, then trapping, his bottom lip in his teeth. He tosses a pillow onto the floor. 

“Get on your knees, my dirty girl,” his eyes flash with passion. 

‘Oh fuck, okay,’ I think as I sink to my knees. His outer shirt flutters to the floor. The lace tank top hinting at his abs beneath. Oh god, I have no other words or thoughts, just thirst beyond belief.   

He pulls the waistband out and down, reaching in and pulling out his gorgeous cock and balls. Some might say “it’s big”.  I just think it’s fucking in perfect proportion with this limbs. He is long, long enough to fuck me from behind, despite my round ass,  and just thick enough to make me feel stretched but not hurt. Austin’s cock was made to fuck me and I want it. 

His inhale is slightly more pronounced as I run my hands up his thighs, the material like second skin now, warm and supple under my fingers. 

Framed in black, his cockstand is beckoning, bouncing just a little in front of my face. I lean in, rubbing my cheek along his soft length like a cat marking something with its scent.  His low moan rumbles in my ears. It really has been a while for him, if he is already moaning. 

The earthy smell of the real leather mixes with the pure scent of Austin and fills my nostrils as I press my nose into the leather at his hip. I inhale again, deeply, slowly; reveling in how good he smells. My outbreath a hot and low  ‘oh’ against his thigh. I can’t help but draw a wide wet tongue along the surface, just below the crease of his upper thigh.  As the tip of my tongue curls off the leather, I open my eyes to look up at him. His beautiful lips are parted, his breathing shallow and his eyebrows are ever so slightly pulled together. He is a feast for the senses.

Fuck me running, he is so damn gorgeous.  

I know how much he loves the sight of me on my knees in front of him and he knows just how much I love his cock in my mouth. Holding him gingerly with one hand, I turn my head and work my lips up the side of his cock. I love how soft the skin is just before I make him wet. 

A clear drop of salty dew is perched at his tip. He knows this is one of my favorite moments and lets me play.  I nestle my legs under me, almost as if my tail is wagging.  I hold him gently with both my hands, the chain clinking against my belly. The tip of my tongue darts out to touch the tiny globe of precum. I pull it back into my mouth with a string of moisture. My eyes close for a moment. I rub it against the roof of my mouth, letting it coat my tongue as I moan.  I lap at the hole in his tip slowly and with tiny kitten licks, coaxing out as much fluid as I can. I can feel my pussy pulsing. I can hear his shaky breath above me. 

“Fucking hell,” his fingers comb through my hair, “how do you make even the tiniest movement so fucking hot?”  

I know exactly what he wants my mouth to do and what he wants to do to my mouth.  

I smile around his tip and pull saliva to the tip of my tongue, making a show of spreading it over my lips.  My lips glide over his head, spreading spit. Slowly I pull back with a dragging suction, kissing off his tip. 

“Oh fuck” his hand fists and releases in my hair. He knows he has to wait just a little longer, has to let me play with his cock for a little, before I’ll be ready for what he wants. 

I glide down again over his tip. My tongue licks his underside, dragging him deeper and deeper. Just before he hits my soft palate, I suction back off of him. I moan, I love the feel of him on my tongue, against the underside of my lips. 

“Oh fuuu,” he moans, ”I forgot how good…Ohhhhh!” 

He can’t finish his thought because I’m diving down his cock, letting him slide along my soft palate and into the back of my throat. I gag just a little and pull back, leaving thick saliva in my wake. My hand wraps around his shaft in the viscous fluid. Then I start working him, sliding my hand along his shaft in time with my mouth. I push him to the back, fucking my throat on his tip before I gag again, pulling him out. I do this a few times more, really warming up my throat. 

“I love that lil’ sound, baby,’  his hand tightens down in my hair, holding my head still, he wraps the chain once around his other hand. “M gonna fuck that talented mouth now. You ready?” 

I just stick my tongue out, flicking  in the air. I want him in me, anywhere in me. 

“That’s my good girl, take it” he pushes in, my tongue doing summersaults against his hardness. He thrusts once, twice, three times against the middle of my tongue before pushing in even deeper. I feel my throat close around  him, my breath stopped as he plugs my airway with his big cock. He fucks in and out, moaning. I gasp when he pulls out, my spit dripping from his tip.  We are both panting slightly.  

“If I do that again, I think I’m gonna cum down your throat.” he says letting my head go, “and I’m not nearly done with you tonight.” 

I make a little pouty face. I know he can take more, even if it’s been a while. I also know, when he’s really excited, he can cum more than once, my sexy boy. 

“What, you want more sweetheart?” he smiles down at me, he is so good at reading me. He brushes stray strands of hair from my face. 

“You know how I like you in my mouth. You can handle it, just a little more, please?” I open my mouth wide and invitingly. I love edging him. 

“You think so?” he re-grips my hair. Fuck, no one does it like him; tight, but not achingly so. I think it’s his long fingers and how he wraps them into the bulk of my hair. 

He slides over my undulating tongue with a wicked smile on his face. He fucks my soft palate before he thrusts deep. I gag less this time. He pulls out slowly as I suck on him. 

He moans. 

Just before he’s all the way out, he rubs back and forth against my tongue. My hips move with a mind of their own, such is my oral fixation.  He pulls out quickly, stopping himself from painting my tongue. He immediately bends down, eyes intense, to kiss my dirty mouth. 

“Fuck you are so hot,” he says sitting back and pulling me to straddle him on the couch.  His sexy  leather clad legs rubbing soft against my inner thighs. 

My pussy is throbbing with want, with need. 

“Please fuck me,” I beg, grabbing for his cock to guide him into me.

“Oh no you don’t,” he pulls my hands away with the chain still wrapped around his fist. “You have to wait darlin’.” He smiles, Elvis-like as he pulls my hands down to my thighs. Opening the clasps on the straps, he clicks the cuffs to my thighs.  “I’m gonna play a little with you.” 

He rubs his hand back and forth along my wet pussy,  applying circular pressure with a flat hand over my pubis, teasing around my clit.

“Austin… fuck.” my face scrunches in pleasure as I grind a little onto his hand. 

“Hmmm you were naughty weren’t you, fucking yourself without me there to watch,” he reminds me of my supposed ‘transgression’. 

“I didn’t know you wanted to watch,” my eyebrow lifts, challenging him a bit. 

“Tell me what you did,” he asks, like a priest at confession. “And don’t lie, I’ll know.” He will too, I’m a terrible liar. 

“Oh,” he’s never asked me this before, what I do when he’s not there, ”you really want to know?” I say dropping the ‘naughty’ facade. My hips stop. I can feel the heat rising in my face.

He licks his lip and nods, “I do, don’t be embarrassed, babe, I think it’s hot.” 

I press my lips together, trying to decide if I should tell him my guilty pleasure, I don’t want to make him feel weird. He just waits. 

“I umm, well, I missed you. So I, uh, have a playlist of my favorite scenes... of you...,” I bite my upper lip. 

He raises an eyebrow and corner of his lip lifts. 

“And I …fantasize about you coming home from set and fucking me after each shoot.  The pink and black suit, the blue lace shirt, the first white jumpsuit, the black leather. Oh my god,  that leather does it every time.” I breathe out the last like a prayer as my eyes flutter closed. 

“Oh yeah?” he smiles, “I like that. What did you do to yourself to get off?” 

Good lord, just thinking about him being ok with this lubes me up. My hips begin moving back and forth against his hand again. 

 “I-um,” I’m feeling bolder now, “I put in my butt plug while using my vibrator on my clit.” 

“The butt plug huh?” his eyebrows shoot up, a little shocked. He only thought I used that when he was about to fuck my ass. 

I bite my lower lip and nod. Hoping he did not think this was too weird.

His eyes look down and to the right,  like he is rolling the thought over in his mind. 

“Well now," he brings his gaze back to mine, "in light of that new and intriguing information,  I think I know what your punishment is gonna be,” the smile on his lips is full of devilry. “You want me to slide this hard cock into that beautiful pussy, yes?” he pushes his hips into mine.

“Oh, Yes, please,” I breathe out, grinding down on his shaft. 

“Would that make you cum, baby?” he asks unnecessarily. He knows his cock is like magic for me. No one else I’ve ever been with has always hit me just right to make me come undone so thoroughly. Like I said, he was made to fuck me. 

I nod again, my poor lower lip. 

The chuckle that emanates from his chest combined with the look in his eye makes me shiver.

“Ok, you don’t get to cum until after I do.”

This is unusual. Austin is adamant about making me cum first, second and sometimes third before he’ll let loose. Sometimes it’s a fucking marathon, literally. 

He grabs the lube, dripping it onto his cock. Is he gonna jerk off right here with me in his lap? I’ve never watched him pleasure himself. I’m not sure how I feel about that, until I see him spreading the clear liquid over his shaft. Oh holy fuck is he hot. I mean really, is there anything he does that isn’t hot AF. 

“Is everything back here,” he rubs a big circle around my ass with one hand, “all clean and ready for me?” 

“Oh yes,” he knows how particular I am about sex hygiene.

“Good, lift up, baby,” he taps my leg. 

I rise up, he pulls me closer to him. Is he gonna fuck me afterall? 

Then he guides his lubed cock up the back of my skirt  and along my ass crack. The tight leather is smooth on his cock and holds him against me. Then, biting his lip, he starts moving.

My eyes go wide as his cock spears between my ass cheeks, spreading them apart. His head just teases my rosette. 

My fingers stretch toward my pussy, but just can’t reach, bound as they are to my thighs. 

“Yeah, I like this. You can't touch yourself, you get to feel my cock against you but not enough to get you off,” he smiles at me, “oh yeah. It’s like fucking you but not.”  

I let out a little whining moan. He feels good, but he’s right, not quite good enough. 

The leather of my skirt groans softly as his tip presses against it on the end of his stroke. 

His big hands grip my corseted waist, guiding me to move up and down. My breasts heaving in the leather corset. 

“Yeah, that’s it,” he moans. I do my best to move without him falling out.

I don’t know if it’s enough to make him cum. I arch my back and his head is rubbing against my asshole. I’m so fucking turned on. My pussy is literally dripping onto the lace tank. If I go down far enough I get a little sensation on my vulva from the slap against his washboard abs. Abs which he is conveniently flexing so I don't wind him as I bounce up and down on him.

He reaches around behind me and presses his hand to my crack, pushing his cock harder against me. 

We both groan. It feels delicious. 

“Can you feel it baby?” I ask as I bounce hard. 

He just nods, eyebrows furrowed together. 

“Let me feel it, Austin, please?” I beg, clenching and unclenching my bound fists.

“No touching that pussy, now,” he says as he unclasps my hands and we both stop moving.

I reach back with one hand but the chain stops me. I raise both hands over my head and around my back.The chain is just long enough and I’m just flexible enough to get both hands back there, however my tits spill out over the top of my corset. I press both hands against the swell at the top of my crack and rub experimentally.

“Careful,” he moans. Apparently it is enough to make him cum.

I slide up and down, feeling the head of his cock  against my palms as I do. It’s hotter than I would have thought.  I move faster, pushing my hands into my ass and his dick against my asshole. Austin leans forward and starts feasting on my nipples, sucking them into his mouth hungrily. I pause for a second to readjust my footing. 

“Fuck babe, I’m so close,” he moans, my nipple still in his mouth. He thinks I stopped on purpose to edge him. 

“How close,” I smirk at him, leaning into the idea.

He just growls, grabs the chain on either side of my hips and pulls. The tension makes my palms push hard against my sacrum. He holds me there as he plunges himself fast and hard into my leather covered cleft. I love seeing him this worked up, so dire. He is infinitely hotter when he’s ramming home into me, even like this. 

Fuck me,  I’m so worked up. His restraint of me, the friction of his cock against my ass, the feeling of his plunging against my hands. Suddenly, I’m closer than I realized. 

“Fuckin’ cum on my ass,”  I urge him on. 

He grunts and freezes, his teeth clenched. I feel a little warm wetness against my asshole.  He takes deep breaths in and out.   

“Yeah baby” I try to milk him up and down, but his hands are like iron on my hips.

He looks up at me intensely and shakes his head no as he inhales deeply. 

I have no idea what he is doing.

He lets go of the chain and rips the skirt up around my waist then he reaches up over his shoulder and pulls the now wet tank top off over his head. His naked chest is peppered with little blonde hairs, the muscles rippling as he moves. Fuck, fuck, fuck, this man sets new heights of what it means to be objectively hot. 

“Spread them cheeks. I want t’ finish in your ass,” and there is that subjective hotness, burning a fucking hole in my ear with that voice.

I reach back and check on the lube situation. Holy fuck, I realize that he just stopped mid orgasm so he could fuck my ass because there is definitely cum back there. 

“That’s gonna make me cum baby,” I warn him.

“Uh huh,” he nods, leaning up to kiss me. His mouth is insistent in capturing mine. 

A smile spreads across my lips as I guide his cock to my ass. He holds still, knowing it’s better if I do all the moving at first. What cum he let out is mixing with the lube. I relax my sphincter, going slow so that I can adjust without it hurting. I slide up and down a few times doing my own deep breathing and watching him concentrate on not moving. I know he wants to. I know he wants to rail into me, fill me with his cum. I want it too. 

When I feel ready, I nod to him. A slow, deviant smile creeps along his lips as he grabs the chain again. Pulling it tight across my back, my hands trapped again. His hips thrust up as the chain pulls me down.  Oh holy fuck he feels amazing. 

“Oh hoh hoh” I exhale. My eyelids flutter as I pull in a shaky breath. 

“Do you like that?” his nostrils flare. 

“Oh god yes,” I moan out. 

“That’s my good girl,” he praises as he thrusts slow, ”taking me so well in your sweet little ass.”  He pulls away one hand to brush a wild shock of hair out of my face. I capture his first and middle fingers in my mouth, sucking on them. He mimics the thrusts of his cock on my tongue. My freed tits jiggling as he fucks my ass. 

“Is it good? Are you gonna cum for me?” he whispers at me. Apparently abandoning the ‘you have to wait’ scenario. 

I have no idea how he isn’t creaming my ass right now, he so fucking amazing.  

“Or does this pussy need a lil’ something?” he pulls his fingers from my mouth and contorts his hand to slide two fingers into my pussy. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” I moan. 'Good' isn’t a strong enough word to describe what he is doing to my body, to my soul. 

“C’mon my good little cum slut,” his fingers are flexing back and forth in my pussy. God I love being his good little slut. “Cream those fingers baby,” he urges me. 

My orgasm starts low in my belly winding a figure eight around his dick moving in my ass and his fingers dancing in my cunt. Then like a whirling zip toy it yanks free and I’m screaming, my limbs curling inward, my fingers clawing into my thighs. My insides are pulsing around him as he pulls out his fingers. He rubs my clit fast back and forth, making me buck and writhe on him, screaming gibberish. 

He fucks my ass in earnest, racing to fill me up. 

“Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah.” he chants in time with his thrusts, using the chain as leverage again, “so fucking hot when you cum.” 

I am so far gone, all I can do is moan over and over on his lap. I fucking love it. 

His voice rips from his throat in a growling scream as he pushes deep, his hips shaking from effort. 

I feel him pulsing into me as his spine curls him forward with little jerking motions. His panting breath hot on my breasts. He flops back against the couch, gorgeous chest heaving in satisfaction. I wilt awkwardly forward, without the use of my hands, shaking and shivering. 

“Oh my sweet baby” he pants. Quickly unhooking the chain from one wrist. I wrap my arms around his neck and he holds me sweetly, tenderly, his dick still pulsing in my ass. 

“I got you, princess, I got you,” he intones in my ear while rubbing my back. 

"That was... wow, so good Aus," I praise, once my breath is recovered, still leaning on his naked chest.

"Heh heh, agreed," he chuckles. "So, leather, eh?" he says with an audible smirk. 

I sit back to look him. He levels that sexy fucking gaze at me. 

"Uh, well I was kinda...." I shrug, completely distracted by him, "but now... on you? Oh yeah, oh hell yeah." I involuntarily clench down on him. 

He pulls me toward him into a passionate kiss. Once isn't going to be enough... with him I could never get enough. 

Needless to say, it was a glorious fucking weekend. We even got to see a little of Mexico City. 

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The Highlights of Romance

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Chapter length - 2,060 words A/N - Ya'll thought I forgot about this, huh? I didn't lolol. I was in the process of writing this and then I had other WIPs going as well lol. I should have another chapter coming up soon.

I'm still wondering my series chapters are shorter lolol.

Chapter 006 - Teasing

"So Y/N..." Johnny muttered one day as you met up for breakfast with him, Renjun and Yangyang in the apartment's cafeteria. Mark declined on breakfast, saying that he was too busy with this new project that he was working on. "Mark?"

"Uh huh..." You nodded, looking down at your breakfast. "What about him?"

"Are you dating Mark?" Renjun asked curiously. "Have you-"

"We're just going on dates." You shook your head. "And no, we have not fucked yet."

"Why not?" Yangyang gasped. "You guys seem like a perfect match!"

"Uh…I don't know." You shrugged. "Maybe I'm afraid to lose myself in him."

"Do you really think you could fall in love with Mark?" Johnny asked cautiously.

"No, not at all." You scoffed. "Just taking things slow."

"Wait, wait…" Yangyang interrupted you. "Hold on. Slow? How do you define 'slow'? One date every week?"

"Well, actually..." You chuckled lightly. "Two dates per week."

"Come on Y/N!" Renjun sighed, waving his hand. "This is ridiculous. Two dates a week? Seriously?"

"Shut up Renjun." You rolled your eyes. "Anyway, it's only been a few weeks. I mean, that's nothing considering how long I've been single."

"And yet you're happy?" Yangyang raised an eyebrow.

"Yup. Happy as a clam." You replied.

Yangyang looked over at Renjun who was nodding his head in agreement.

"I see." Renjun said slowly. "Then I hope that this doesn't change between you and Mark. Ever since you decided on Mark, the three of us has decided its probably better to be friends and help cheer you and Mark on."

The other men clearly complained that you were playing favorites when you told them that you and Mark would be going on dates. Johnny had heaved a heavy sighed, running a hand through his hair before giving you a hug and saying that he wished you all the best since Mark definitely needed to get laid. Both Renjun and Yangyang, slightly disappointed that they were booted off the running list, was cheering you on. You had established a comradery with the three men, the three allying themselves to beat up Mark if he ever hurt you.

You doubt it would happen since Mark was the sweetest guy. But you were happy to have new friends like them.

"Thank you." You nodded gratefully. "We haven't known each other that long but you guys are great. I wish everyone were like you guys."

"Now enough about that." Johnny waved his hand. "How's your novel coming along? You getting any inspirations from your dates with Mark?"

"Err…yeah." You shook your head. "A lot actually."

"What kind of inspirations?" Yangyang asked curiously.

"Well…" You chewed on your lip nervously. "He makes me feel different."

"Different how?" Yangyang raised an eyebrow.

"Good different." You shrugged. "Everything feels different when I'm with him. Like everything else falls away and all I focus on is him."

"That sounds great." Johnny grinned widely. "Is he good in bed too?"

"Did you forget the part where I said we haven't fucked yet?" You rolled your eyes. Renjun and Yangyang burst out laughing while Johnny simply held up his hands in defense. "Mark’s playing hard to get."

"Look at the bright side, Y/N." Renjun chuckled. "Once you two fuck, everything is gonna become clear. Because right now you're lost."

"Thanks." You gave him a weak smile. "Now back to the subject at hand."

"Alrighty then." Yangyang smiled happily. "Well I suggest you continue writing. Write as much as you can whenever you can. Maybe Mark would give you more ideas on how to spice up your book."

"True." You nodded. "Thank you."

"Hey guys." Mark called out, startling you.

You jumped slightly, catching a glimpse of Mark holding two cups of coffee and a plate of waffles. He glanced at you with a sheepish grin.

"Sorry." He chuckled lightly. "Didn't mean to scare you. I actually had some time to get breakfast."

"No problem." You smiled warmly. "Hey, do you mind if I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead." Mark took a seat next to you.

"Well…" You fidgeted with your fingers. "Since we’ve been going on these dates, my inspiration seems to be flowing in abundance. What do you think is causing it?"

"My charm." Mark shrugged casually.

You narrowed your eyes. "No way."

"Of course." Mark laughed. "I have plenty of charms that would bring forth ideas. You have been writing a lot lately. My charm has definitely played a part in that."

"I'm starting to notice." You nodded slowly.

"And then there's my voice." He continued. "The deep sexy tone that sends shivers down your spine."

"Okay." You mumbled.

"There's also my personality." He added. "The way I smile when I'm happy, the smirk on my lips when I'm in deep thought…"

"Just hurry up and fuck already, you two." Johnny chortled. "Your flirting is hurting my eyes."

"You jealous bro?" Mark teased. "Don't worry, your turn will come too."

"Hahaha." Johnny laughed. "Fuck you, Mark. Fuck you real hard."

"Ooh! Now that is the mark of true friendship." You chuckled.

"Oh, yeah." Mark suddenly clapped his hands together, causing everyone to look at him. "What are you doing tomorrow night? Writing or being a lazy fart?"

"Uhm…" You bit your lip. "Writing actually."

"Excellent!" Mark declared. "Come over to my place around eight o'clock. I'm sure I can come up with a few story ideas that will make your fingers bleed from writing so fast."

"Great." You nodded, raising an eyebrow. "So what kind of story ideas?"

"A sexy superhero tale of romance." He smiled wickedly. "You in a black leather catsuit with spiky armor?"

"You wish." You snorted. “Although that does sound pretty sexy…”

"Ha ha." He rolled his eyes playfully. "I'll be waiting for you then."

"Sounds great." You smiled.

"See ya then." Mark waved as he stood up, placing his cup of coffee and the plate of waffles on the table. "Bye Y/N."

"Bye Mark." You waved back.

“Y’all gonna fuck.” Johnny laughed from his seat once Mark was out of earshot. You nearly forgot he was there.

“Mmmhmmm.” Renjun agreed. “They’re going to fuck. Mark’s gonna fuck.”

“They won’t stay friends after this.” Yangyang predicted.

“Nope.” Johnny nodded his head. “Not after Mark fucks her. There’s nothing more for him than to stick his dick in her and send her back home so she can go back to writing porn.”

“Lord. Why am I friends with you guys?” You muttered, burying your face in your hands.

You groaned inwardly. For the past hour you sat in front of your laptop screen, trying to write but having absolutely zero luck whatsoever. The spark of inspiration was completely gone. The idea of having sex with Mark made your imagination run wild but once you tried to write down your thoughts into sentences, the words failed to flow. All you ended up with were meaningless nonsense. You kept re-reading your last paragraph, trying to see if there was anything wrong with it. But for the life of you, you couldn't understand why you couldn't write anything decent. This wasn't the first time you found yourself in this situation but it was becoming increasingly frustrating. Your excitement for writing seemed to disappear as you stared blankly at your screen. You didn't even know where to start anymore. So you closed your laptop and went to take a shower. Maybe you should try again later when you were feeling less distracted. Or maybe sleep. That always helped.

With that, you walked to the bedroom, stripping off your clothes as you headed to the bathroom. After you shut the door behind you, you started up the shower, letting the water flow over your body. Once you felt clean, you turned the water off, wrapping a towel around yourself before walking towards the closet. Your mind wandered aimlessly as you picked out your clothes for the day. Black pants and a red shirt that made you look a bit more feminine than usual. A white undershirt completed the outfit and a pair of flats finished off your ensemble.

Once you were dressed, you grabbed your phone and wallet, leaving your unit and making your way to Mark's unit across the hall.

You arrived a little earlier than you planned. Luckily, Mark hadn't locked the door yet so you easily slipped inside without difficulty. Your eyes swept across the room until they rested on the man sitting on the couch. You didn't need to see him close up to recognize him as Mark. It was written all over his handsome face.

You smiled softly, tiptoeing towards the couch.

He was engrossed in a game, completely oblivious to your presence. With a simple gesture, you placed your hands gently on either side of his face, bringing his gaze up to meet yours. Mark blinked rapidly, blushing furiously when he finally realized that you were standing inches away from him.

"Hi Mark." You whispered quietly.

"Hey Y/N." Mark grinned shyly, rubbing his neck awkwardly. "Thought you almost forgot our meet-up."

"Mmhmm." You nodded, biting your lower lip. You let out a laugh. "I almost did forget."

"What am I going to do with you?" Mark hummed as you sat next to him on the couch. "How's the writing sesh?"

"Horrible." You answered immediately. "None of the words want to come out. It's just I'm having trouble thinking straight right now."

"Maybe you should take a break." Mark suggested. "Take a breather, gather your thoughts and try again."

"Hmm…maybe." You tilted your head to the side. "Why don't you distract me instead? Just say something to get my attention. Something really sexy that'll make me lose my train of thought."

Mark bit his bottom lip, contemplating whether or not he could pull it off. The problem was that he didn't want to disappoint you. You were older than him by four years and way more experienced when it came to sex. You practically knew all the tricks.

It took a moment for Mark to summon up the courage to speak up.

"I don't think-"

"Say it." You cut him off, cutting his sentence short. "Or else I might find myself using my evil plan B."

"B, what?" Mark stammered.

"B. Bedroom." You leaned forward, pressing your chest against his.

"I thought we agreed on no sex." Mark frowned. "Just dates."

"Then hurry up and say it. Now." You insisted. "I need you to distract me."

Mark sighed, giving in. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. Instead, he simply pressed his lips firmly against yours, drawing a sharp gasp from your lungs. His lips tasted faintly of coffee and it made you wonder what he was drinking. Then again, it could be just a natural taste that existed due to proximity. You ran your fingers through his hair, enjoying the feel of its silky strands brushing against your skin. Mark slowly parted his lips, allowing you to deepen the kiss further. He moaned lightly as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You melted against him, opening your legs to allow him better access.

"Damn it." Mark grunted. "This is way harder than I expected."

"Are you done?" You asked teasingly. "Because if you keep kissing me like that I'm going to have great stories to tell the guys. Trust me. They'll love it."

"God damn it." Mark cursed, pressing his forehead against yours. "Wasn't this distracting enough?"

"Yes." You laughed, leaning your head against his shoulder. "If you promise to kiss me like that again, then I'll refrain from banging you right here and now."

"Deal." Mark smiled cheekily. "But only if you promise to write one of those sexy superhero stories about us."

"Deal." You chuckled.

"Now come on, get off me." Mark laughed, trying to push you off his lap.

You allowed yourself to be pushed off and got up from the couch, giggling as you placed your hands on his cheeks, bringing them up to press a kiss on his lips. "I'm still going to tell the guys that you kissed me. And it'll be a hell of a story."

"Alright." Mark chuckled. "Let's just hope that you can write something worth reading. No cheating, okay?"

"No cheating." You giggled. "Promise."

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Stories To Be Told: PART 8

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A shadowsinger, a warrior, an Illyrian, that's what she was. Trained by one of the most formidable female warriors. Escaped the Illyrian camps and her clipping when she was barely sixteen and is now the holder of 6 siphons. What happens when she tries to sneak into the City of Starlight? And starts down a whole new road of chaos?

A/N: i was so excited for ya'll to read this part. enjoy lol

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The next morning, I felt even shittier than before. I almost took Azriel’s advice. Almost. But I was determined to stay strong.

One of the females from Azriel’s group waved at me when I landed. I grimaced slightly, but walked over.

“Hi,” I greeted, voice a bit raspy. “How are you?”

They smiled. “Good.” Her voice was nothing more than a whisper. I smiled.

“I’ll train with you guys today,” I said. I didn’t say that it was because I wanted to avoid Nesta or Cassian who’d surely comment on my appearance. Azriel would too, but from last night, he’d backed off. Maybe I could just promise I’d skip work or something. Even if I wasn’t. My day off was tomorrow, so it’d be good to use the time, but then again, this wasn’t a severe sickness.

Azriel gave me a look when he saw me, but didn’t comment anything and instructed me to help where I wanted. The priestesses seemed happy I was there, which I was happy to notice.

They stretched and then grabbed some practice swords, doing the eight pointed star. I did it as well, using my own sword this time. The moves worked very well with it. Azriel then paired everyone up for some training. He paired me with him, unwilling to let one of the priestesses try against me, even if I would bring myself down to their level for their learning.

“Did your shivering actually stop or are you here against all advice?” Azriel asked as we faced each other down.

“I’m fine,” I replied. I began the fight, unwilling to deal with any more conversation. Azriel just barely won. He managed to turn my attempt to unhand him of his weapon against me. But even then, while the spar might’ve been done, I wouldn’t have lost that fight in one to the death. Even in my unfocused state. I sheathed my sword, watching as the other priestesses finished up their sparring.

I offered some pointers for a few of them, for their balance or just a tip that tended to help me. Tips I learned from Rainne, or from endless mistakes I’d made in a fight that almost cost me my life.

“You better not be going to work today,” Azriel drawled as he saw me stretching out my wings after training. “Or even flying. Are you sure you know how to take care of yourself?”

I shot a glare at him. “Just shut up. I’m off work tomorrow, so I can take a break then.”

Azriel seemed to sigh, exasperated. “Don’t push yourself too badly.”

I leaped off the mountain then, gliding towards the docks. My boss asked me to use my wings again, and I tried to ignore the cold that seemed to seep into my skin much too easily. I sniffled as I landed, finishing the work of loading a couple boxes.

“Good job Y/N,” my boss said before walking off.

I took a moment for a breather, then began more work.

I had a cough, sniffle and an even worse feeling of being cold when I got back to the House. I was fine, I insisted. I could take the afternoon off tomorrow.

-----

The fever didn’t break. In fact, I woke up even worse, despite the bath I took and the amount of blankets piled over me during the night.

I still strapped on my leathers.

But, as I landed on the training areas, I saw Azriel heading straight for me.

“Y/N, you should be in bed,” he observed, glaring at me.

“Fuck off,” I replied, rolling my eyes. “If you didn’t want me over with the other priestesses, you could have just said so.”

Azriel sighed. “No, it’s not that. I appreciated your assistance yesterday. It helped set a few of them straight, but I’m saying you have to take care of yourself. Didn’t Rainne teach you to take breaks?”

“There are no breaks in war,” I retorted.

“And there isn’t any war!” He replied, raising his voice slightly. I pulled myself back slightly. A cold mask sliding onto my face.

“I will do what I wish. If you have a problem, then find someone to pull rank. I don’t care, I'll leave. And don’t insult Rainne. She was the best person in my life. I won’t have anyone disgracing her name or teachings.”

Azriel sighed. “Goddamn it,” he said. “Look, I’m not trying to order you into doing anything. I’m just trying to make sure you don’t hurt yourself.”

“And why would you care? You don’t even know me,” I growled. “And don’t even think about bringing up my past,” I said as I saw him opening his mouth.

He didn’t reply to that. He just simply said, “Rhys is coming to check on the training tomorrow before I leave for a week long trip to Illyria. I sincerely hope to find you healed by then.”

I glared at him for a moment longer before storming off, sitting by the water station for a moment to clear my head.

“Azriel made you that mad huh?” Nedra’s voice said, chuckling.

I looked up to look at her.

“Oh damn, maybe he’s got a reason to say that,” Nesta said, scanning my face. “You do look sick.”

I got ready to start a whole other snarling match.

“Ah, ah, ah- I’m not saying anything. Just observing,” Nesta quickly said. “You have full reason to be mad at him for ordering you around like that.” She took a seat beside me. I saw Emerie and Gwyn also walking over. “If Cassian ordered me like that- I’d have ripped his face off.”

I let a little smile onto my face. “He just doesn’t understand.”

Nesta nodded in understanding. “Males tend to not. You want to prove to yourself you’re strong. Everyone does. Some do it in a good way, some in a bad. Doesn’t really matter as long as you live.”

Emerie spoke up. “To be honest, I find it a bit weird that Azriel is being like this. Normally he doesn’t dare to even talk to me or Gwyn like that. And I’ve been sick quite a few times.”

“Yeah, it is weird. Normally he’s quiet and to himself,” Gwyn agreed. “Weird.”

“If he talks to you like that again,” Nesta said with a grin. “I vote to hit him.”

I chuckled a little, breaking out in a bit of a cough.

“Yeah,” I said, voice raspy. “I like that idea.”

Nesta gave me an evil grin, then stood up and offered me a hand. I took it.

“Great. Now let’s train and ignore Azriel’s weirdness,” Nests said.

Cassian gave me worried glances throughout training, but I evened them with glares. Nesta, I noticed, joined me in this fact. She understood, I realized, the need to prove to myself, not to others, that I could indeed do this, even while sick, because I’d done it before right? Why take a break now?

Azriel came over to me after training. I glared at him, working to strap my sword’s belt on to head to lunch with the Valkyries.

“Get better,” he ordered.

“And you fuck off,” I retorted and then walked past him toward Nesta who was watching.

Azriel grabbed my shoulder. I whirled around, hitting his arm to remove his hand.

“Stop trying to act like you fucking know me,” I snarled. “I know what I’m doing, it’s time you learn I’m not some poor female who’s learning to fight to keep her mind at bay. No, I am a warrior, Azriel. I fight because I must. I fight because I want to. I fight because I WON’T BE WEAK!”

Azriel flinched away slightly, at my sudden raising of volume.

I took a breath. “I’m almost three hundred years old, Azriel. Stop acting like I’m a petulant child who won’t listen. I know how to survive. I know how to take care of myself. I did it after my escape and I’ve done it for the past century.”

Azriel just stared. I glared at him a moment longer before storming off toward Nesta who didn’t touch me, but led me down the stairs for lunch.

“Good job,” Gwyn said as soon as we made it to the warmth of the inside.

For some reason, that brought me no peace. But I also felt cold inside, and it wasn’t just my fever.

We didn’t speak about my outburst, opting to eat and speak upon rumors that Nesta had heard from Velaris. I offered what I heard at the docks as well.

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Rhysand appeared at training the next day, as promised. He stuck to the sidelines, but sparred with Azriel. He also kept glancing at me, oddly enough.

I made sure my mental shields were strong, knowing he was a daemati.

During a quick break after an intense round of cardio, the High Lord approached me. 

“You’re very well trained. The Raven did a good job, you’re comparable to Az and Cass,” Rhysand commented. “Have you found your stay at the House comfortable?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Nesta seems to like you,” he commented, glancing over at the female.

“We’re friends,” I stated, wincing at my short tone. I coughed on air then, wincing from my weirdly dry throat as I stood up straight.

“You alright?” Rhysand asked. “You look a bit… off.”

“I’m alright,” I replied. “Just a touch of a cough.”

He nodded. “Well I’m glad you’ve been doing well. I’ll leave you to train.” Silently, I was glad this male knew when to shut up.

I waved as he walked off, heading for the water station early before returning to Nesta who gave me a little grin.

I went to work after, coughing more and more as I continued. I tried to ignore the glances in my direction, and my boss’s attempt at telling me to leave. “You know you can take days off, right?”

“I know, I’m fine,” I said before lifting a heavy box and loading it onto the ship.

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TAGLIST: just comment to be added! in the future, i'll work on a taglist for all my works, but for now, its just this story

@mis-lil-red, @bunnymallowo, @judig92, @biblophilefox82, @azzydaddy, @thegirlintheshadows101

#azriel #azriel x reader #azrielxreader #acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar fanfic #cassian #nesta #rhysand #gwyn acotar #emerie #valkyries #mywriting

[archivalofsins]

Pfft, coming back online to see people commenting joyously on the downfall of a twelve year old. Really showcases how Futa should have been innocent round one the middle schooler be damned. It is kind of funny to see a bunch of supposedly mature individuals literally admit they have nothing better to do with their day but make a fictional child's story worse. Well, as long as people aren't treating real children like this, oh wait...

That's the point of social experiments, isn't it? To gage and measure how people react to certain situations, events, and specific sorts of people. Hm... well, that could be bad.

But it also isn't really surprising if she ends up guilty considering how a majority of the audience is. Whelp, it's whatever. I was feeling bad about making that video on Amane because it's basically tearing into people's reasoning on voting her guilty, but actually, I'm not anymore. Because fuck it like what do I have to lose? Credibility with people who can excuse child abuse but draw the line at texts from one's employer?

What are they gonna do vote her guilty harder? They're already doing that. The only person keeping me respectful is me and I don't have to respect people who can't respect that everyone regardless of age or religion has and deserves rights. Literally if she's guilty, whatever happens as a result of that ceases to be my fault.

Like that's all on the people who pushed for that. So, either way I win because if she's voted guilty and it gets worse anyhow I can just say I fucking told you so. And they'll never be able to prove what would have happened if she was innocent, so there's no rebuttle to that. They're just gonna stay wrong. Either way, I get something I want. None of the evidence is on these people's side it is going to get worse if she's guilty.

So no, we are not in this together, actually. I am not responsible for these people's choice, and I will take no onus of the consequences that occur from them. I will just laugh at them because they're gonna get what they want, but it's not gonna do what they think it will. It's gonna be so fucking funny when the only people guilty this round are minors.

A seventeen, sixteen, and twelve year old.

Put those prisoners at the kiddy table- Told they're asses to sit down. Really said fuck them kids. It's even funnier because it's like there are minors in this audience voting this way with no awareness of the precedent it sets. Like I don't know I'm an adult so this doesn't concern me truly. My rights are secure, but man sucks to be a minor. Lucky I grew out of that.

Everyone near my age is innocent, and it's gonna stay that way. But ya'll keep teaching those kids a lesson have at it. Fuck it; maybe there won't be any kids next round and it will be all adults. They're going to learn this lesson one way or another, I suppose.

Luckily, a majority of the voters seem to be adults with jobs or college aged. Huh, that definitely couldn't have anything to do with well anything.

#milgram #gunsli rambles

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello, my favorite writer! I just woke up from a nightmare 😭 And I'm here seeking comfort!

My nightmare went something like this: So, I went shopping with my parents and I soon found something that I liked and went to the dressing room. I go to lock the door, and Holy Jesus, there stands a big ass man (okay, he wasn't really that tall. I'm just short 🥲). Literally, I don't know why I didn't scream, but I just stared at him for a couple of seconds and told him to f-off. He surprisingly f-offed, and I went back to locking the door. I was having trouble doing that, however, as the door kept on sliding open. I finally got it to semi close with a small crack, and hahaha! In comes a knife in my leg (Ya'll, I actually felt it). I fall back, screaming. And when I looked up, there he was, that big ass man. I guess he didn't like me telling him to f-off (he was also a crazy ass stalker I think) and decided to come back with a knife to teach me a lesson. And yeah, we went on like that, me crying and him yelling, trying to get the door open (What's up with these nightmares about making other people magically disappear when things like this happens?) And then I remembered I had my phone on me after, like, 10 minutes (ew). So I called my parents with him still standing there and they came and saved the day.

I hated that dream so much omg, and I woke up in my dark ass room too. I seek comfort from my little Qin 😢 I just want my sweet little Qin Shi Huang. So, instead of me calling my parents, it'll be Qin. Adam and Eve for mom and dad ofc! I've been saying me and I, but it's really just reader, lol. Anyway, thank you! Anything else you can just make up! Muwah! ❤️

I have those types of nightmares all the time, or the ones where I'm trying to run and I'm running so slowly while everyone else around me is running so fast and it's so frustrating that I can't run away from whatever is chasing me. Hugs and kisses my dear!

-You couldn’t breathe or move, staring terrified up at the man who was in the same dressing room as you, you just wanted to try on the cute dress you found!!

-He had been there moments before and you asked him to leave, but when he didn’t you glared hard, “Fuck off!”

-He didn’t react, not even blinking but left, letting you breathe deeply in relief.

-The lock to the door wouldn’t work, you pressed your body up against the door, trying to wiggle the lock into place, but try as you might, it wouldn’t stay shut.

-A sharp pain filled your leg and you let out a shriek of pain, falling back, landing hard on the ground as the door blew open, revealing that man again who seemed to be leering and glaring all at the same time, “I didn’t like your rude words, darling~ Guess I need to teach you some manners!”

-Your breath hitched in fear, tears already slipping down your cheeks from the knife in your thigh.

-You choked, trying to scream, but nothing would come out as he stared down at you, almost like he enjoyed seeing you in so much pain.

-You grabbed your phone and instantly hit the call button, trying to call for help but he slapped your phone out of your hands, “Ahh-ahh~ we don’t want anyone interrupting~”

-Qin Shi Huang- Almost instantly his face was caved in as someone leapt up behind him, smashing his leg into this man’s face, knocking him back away from you as you tried to slid back, cowering in fear. Despite seeing your lover there, you were terrified as Qin shouted for help, getting the staff back to the dressing rooms where they quickly saw you and the knife in your leg. You were instantly in his arms, hugging you tightly as your hands gripped his shirt as your voice finally returned, a sob ripping from your throat. Your face was in his chest, one arm wrapped around your head, keeping you close while the other stroked your hair, trying to calm you down. He whispered softly in your ear, “I’m here now Y/N, I’m here.” Your hug tightened a bit, and once you gave a single nod, he smiled, relaxing as paramedics arrived.

-Adam and Eve- He was immediately grabbed by the hair at the back of his head as your father leapt up, sending him crashing hard to the floor, unconscious while Eve ran to get help, seeing Adam attacking someone. Once Adam knew this man was unconscious, he turned to you, seeing the knife in your leg and seeing you crying, cowering in fear. He was quick to rush at you, hugging you close as you sobbed, “Papa!!” he quickly picked you up, minding the leg and stepped out as Eve and the workers saw that you had been attacked. Adam was deathly silent, a dark aura surrounding him, seeing that you had been hurt and you were terrified, now clinging to your mama as she stroked your hair gently, trying to calm you down as you had the hiccups now. Adam carried you out to the ambulance and held you while they worked on your leg, letting you cling to him, your arms around his neck while Eve was rubbing your back gently, both of them whispering that you were safe now.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror qin shi huang #ror adam #ror eve

[silent-raven13]

Heartbreaker

Warning: Angst! Where Miles plays with Hobie's feelings to be with Miguel. Break up Punkflower. 😬

"Remember when I caught your eye,"

Hobie stare afar at Miles with a small grin. Miles smiles back at him, while talking to Gwen and Pav. He slowly made his way to flirt with the punker.

You gave me rainbows and butterflies

Hobie turns pink when Miles took his hand, then he leans over to give him a kiss on the cheek. The punker only blushes bright red on his magazine style, then he leans over to kiss Miles.

"We did enjoy our happiness?"

The punker watches Miles talking to him, then his big doe eyes caught on someone else. His eyes gleam almost shimmering at the sight of someone else. He never looked at Hobie like that. The tall skinny Spider Punk looks over to where his Sunflower was looking over, there was Miguel passing by.

The older Spider-man merely look at Miles with a small grin that made Miles giggle. Hobie snap his eyes back to his boyfriend, "What the fuck was that, luv?"

"Nothing." Miles hums ignoring him, then smirks at Miguel who only chuckles.

The punker lost it.

"When our love was over, I was such a mess"

Hobie got up from his bed being so hungover that his head was pounding. The sight of light bothers him so much he uses his web shooter to cover his window with a thick black curtain. He lays back on the bed to look through his Smartphone seeing messages in his group chat.

Gwen: DUDE, I'm so sorry!

Pav: Do you want me to come over? ☹️

Margo: Hey man, heard what happen... damn, I never he was like that.

Peni: I told ya Miles ain't no Saint! Ya'll fell for it. 😒 Anyway sorry, dude!

Gwen: I'ma go talk to him. Hobie, I'm so sorry. I thought he really like you.

Hobie saw a message from Miles, he shed a tear when he saw it.

Sunflower🌻: No hard feelings, man.

Hobie: Your a fucking lyin' cheatin' bitch, you slut!

Sunflower🌻: 😂 Ok... Not my fault you were so lovey dovery with me. I thought you didn't believe in love? Would've been better if I ask you to be my sneaky link?

Hobie scowls sending foul text messages.

Hobie: You fuckin- your the worst! I gave everything for you! I love you!

Sunflower🌻: 🤔 So I'll take that as no! Well, not my fault you were in the middle of it. I used you so what. Don't you use ppl too? Look, no hard feelings- at least you try this bussy. 😜 anyway luv you 😘 thanks for hlping me get Miguel!

Hobie throws his phone against the fucking wall letting it shatter into pieces.

"I smiled at you..."

Hobie remembers the times he and Miles would go on dates together, they would hold hands. They would kiss. He had noticed Miles' eyes would move to the side whenever they kiss. He wonders why? Then, Miles would forcely add tongue into their innocent kisses, then give a low snicker.

"And you smiled back,"

Miles happily took the bouquet of Sunflowers from his boyfriend, then would loudly say, "Wow, bae! Your such an amazing bf! There are so sweet." He proudly kisses Hobie in front everyone at HQ.

Gwen and Pav thought it was the sweetest thing to see the cute couple. Hobie would go pink, he saw how Miles happily pulls away.

Looking back at it, Hobie saw how Miguel rolled his eyes, then walks away slamming his coffee mug on the table. Miles giggles again, having a big smile on his face.

"That's when I knew... There's no turning back"

The punker was so blinded by love, he didn't see the signs. Those signs where Miles would come late to visit him. The sharp smell on cologne. The way he would slowly walk because his lower back hurt, and claim he fall. No way, Miles never messed up like that. But Hobie was too in love, he saw his Sunflower as a Saint.

Peni would say, "Becareful Hobie... sometimes Miles likes to play with his toys..."

"You said you loved me"

Miles gasps at Hobie handing him a necklace, "Oh man, thanks!" He proudly wore the necklace. "I love you, so much Hobie."

"And I did too"

Hobie being pink with his hands rubbing his neck, "You-you do?"

"Yeah, I love you so much, bae."

"I love you, too, Sunflower." Hobie happily hugs his boyfriend. "I worked hard working part time at a pub. I save enough to get you this."

"Mmm, it's so cute." Miles' eyes move to the side, again.

Was he lying through his teeth?

"Now though it's over"

When they broke up, Miles handed him the necklace back. "Here, I don't want it."

"Why? Why are you doing this, Sunflower?" Hobie panics almost finding it hard to believe, "Is it me? I swear, I could change. I'll stop smoking, I'll stop-"Miles giggles, "Hobie..." He cups the punker face with a cold tone in his voice, "I never liked you. I was just using you for Miguel." Hobie's froze feeling his heart break into pieces.

"I still love you!"

No matter how much Hobie curses at Miles, he still loves him. His heart belong to his Sunflower.

Hobie: You fucking bitch!

Hobie: I hate you, you cunt!

-few seconds later-

Hobie: Luv, I'm sorry!

Hobie: Luv, please take me back!

Hobie: I swear I can change

Hobie: I don't want to lose you!

"You're in my mind"

Hobie couldn't stop think about his Miles. He remember the good times where they snuggle, kiss and hold hands.

"You're in my heart"

Hobie can forgive Miles for everything. He quickly calls Miles, "Luv!"

Miles picks up the phone with a sleepy tone, "uh, who's dis?"

"Luv, it's me, again!"

"Hobie? Man," Miles smack his lips, "What do you want? I'm busy?"

Hobie could hearing kissing sounds then a low grunt. The other man Miles with is none other than Miguel, "Him again?"

"Shhh." Miles hushes him then groans at Hobie, "Come on, man. I'm busy here."

"Luv, look... I forgive you. PLease take me back. I swear- I can be a better man." Hobie begs, "I'm willing to be whatever you want me to be... please." He weeps.

Miles hummed, "Mmmm... nah, I'm good. Sorry, man. You gotta stop calling me." He hungs up with that leaving Hobie in tears.

"I wish I knew right from the start- All my friends said you break my heart..."

Hobie drinking beer while he weeps, "Fuck, man. I gave him everything and he left me!"

Pavtri trying to calm him down, "Shit, dude. What a fucking slut!"

Peni slurp her soda, "I told you to be careful with him." She told them how he caught him making out with Miguel before he got with Hobie.

"Why didn't you say anything before?" Gwen asked her out loud.

"Not my place to. But you knew how he was Gwen. You use to like him, too." Peni chimes.

Gwen rubs her arm remembering she was hurt by Miles, "Yeah... but I thought I deserve it."

"Deserve what?" Margo asked.

"He would cheat on me with another girl at the time. He plays off then he started to tell me, it's because I deserve for the bullshit I did to him." Gwen wipes her own tear, "I.. I thought I-" Margo hugs her, "No, you don't deserve that! Fuck, why you didn't say anything."

"Because it would be hard to believe." Gwen admits, "Look at him."

Pavtri nodded, "That's true. Miles plays his character wayy too good. Had us all fool."

Hobie rest his forehead on his hand, "I don't care. I want him. I love him."

"A heartbreaker right from the start..."

Miles happily lick his lips finding Miguel, before passing by Hobie. He ignores him.

"I tried to fight it"

Hobie watches Miles going up to Miguel to kiss him. His hands turns into a fist. "I tried so hard"

He snapped when he saw Miguel picking Miles up into a full kiss, his red eyes caught Hobie staring. He had a wide smirk on his face. The punker went over to punch Miguel across the face.

"And every day"

MIles gasps seeing two men over him, but he dramatically said, "Oh no, don't fight over me." A sinsiter smirk came on his face.

Hobie felt Miguel punch him in the stomach causing him to fall on the ground. "Next time, I won't be easy on you, Brown." Miguel stood over him while Miles went over to him to give him a hug.

"Bae, you okay?" Miles didn't look over Hobie. "Awe, let's go to med-bay." His hand rubbing his new man's chest.

Hobie painfully watched them leaving him alone.

"I pray to god that you and me were meant to be"

His sore puffy eyes drips in tears as he look at the photos of him and Miles on a date from his fixed Smartphone. He misses his Sunflower.

"But you had another You had a lover"

Now, Miles posts his own photos of him and Miguel on his sociel media. Hobie watches him holding hands with the older Spider-man. They would go on dates, kiss- hell even use petnames in front of everyone.

"And now is gone I don't know why"

Hobie still loves Miles. He's willing to forgive him for everything.

Hobie: Sunflower, please. I loves you! Take me back!

"I feel like crying! Just want to die"

Hobie lays on his bed not leaving his room for two weeks. Deep depression and heartbreak had him looking through his photo gallery of him and his Sunflower. He kisses his cracked phone screen at the photo of Miles staring at the camera with a big smile on his face.

"I can't look at you and you know why"

When Hobie finally came back to HQ, he was forced to work with Miles on a mission. The punker coldly ignores his Sunflower, yet he still protected him.

"No, I tried so hard to catch your eye"

He saves Miles from a building collapsing on top of him. Miles watches in shock almost in disbelief. Hobie holds him close into his chest, which made Miles too froze from the near death experience.

His doe eyes widen when he saw Hobie bleeding, a sharp metal pole strike through his shoulder. Miles screams his name, "HOBIE!"

Hobie could only smiles with tears coming down his cheek. "Your safe, Sunflower!" He let out another sighs before everything went black.

"You're in my mind"

At med-bay, Miles got a cast on his broke arm. He twisted it when he landed the wrong way after fight the anomaly. He was too careless until Hobie saved him from that building. He waited for Hobie.

Walking back and forth, biting his nail from his thumb. He felt his cheeks wet. What? Tears... He wiped them away when he saw the doctors coming to let him know Hobie is awake and ready to see him.

"You're in my heart"

Hobie slowly open his eyes, he thought he died and went to heaven, because the first thing he saw is Miles.

Miles looks down at him with tears in his eyes. "Hobie." He took his hand.

"Heh, am I seeing an angel?" Hobie mumbles feeling his head hurting, his vision focusing at Miles, who snorted.

Yet Miles gave him a soft smile, there's his Miles. His hand trembles trying to grip onto the punker's hand. "I'm here, Hobie. I'm so sorry."

"It's fine twinkle toes." Hobie mumbles still being high from the liquid painkillers, he still felt his head banging in pain. "I'll... be...."

"Shh, don't talk. I'll be here for you." Miles sniffs, he leans over to kiss him on the forehead. "I promise."

"Heh, your not gonna break my heart, again?" He mumbles.

"I wish I knew right from the start"

Miles sat back down with prayer hands, he said nothing to Hiobie. "Why do you love me? I'm no good! I cheated on you!" He weeps.

"Because your my Sunflower." Hobie mumbles slowly feeling sleepy.

"All my friends said you break my heart"

"You been warned! I gave you the signs! I gave you everything you need to know who i am! Fucking Peni told you! Gwen told you." Miles said in a low voice, he bites his bottom lip being anxious. He wipes his tears, "Why did you save? Your stupid to-"

Hobie cut him off, "I don't care about none of that. I love you, Sunflower. Please, take me back." He held Miles' hand tighter.

Miles watches him going to sleep leaving him into his own thoughts. His heart aches feeling guilt and shame in one bundle. "You shouldn't forgive me..." Yet, he didn't let go of Hobie's hand.

"A heartbreaker right from the start"

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #spiderman #across the spider verse #fanfic #flowerpunk #spiderverse #across the spiderverse

[epickiya722]

LET'S TALK ABOUT ARIEL! 😃🧜🏿‍♀️

Let me just post this real quick, because waking and already having to block three blogs because they're obviously racist.

Now to put it simply for the stupid ass racists who are upset...

ARIELIS A DAMN FICTIONAL CHARACTER! A FUCKING MERMAID!!! SHE ISN'T HUMAN!!!

Saying Halle "ruined your childhood" is real fucked up given she isn't even the first person of color to play Ariel. And no one moved their lips when that happened. Ya'll are mad because she is a bit more brown for your liking and that is so fucking sad.

You're missing out on seeing a very gorgeous, talented woman who radiates magic play one of the most iconic Disney characters there is. All because you're stupid.

"Her hair is not red enough". Bitch, when Disney first created Ariel they needed her to stand out. The previous princesses were brunettes and blondes, just like her sisters. Disney knew that what better way than to grab attention than to have a redheaded mermaid that for once isn't mean or a side character? Also, remember the movie "Splash"? A mermaid movie Disney had made? Guess what? Madison is a blonde in that film and Disney didn't want her and Ariel to be mistaken for each other. Another reason why Ariel is a redhead. Ooh! You know what else????!!! She just had to be a redhead! Never said that her hair had to be a specific color. In fact, during that era, Disney didn't have the technology to make her hair a "realistic" red as they do now. Ya'll are so stuck on her hair not being "red enough" that you forgot Ariel isn't the first redhead Disney had. They nearly have the same shade of red.

Note that Anastasia is human and came out in the 50s where colors are just a little more muted, her red is as realistic that Disney could get. But did they intend for her to be a redhead? Yes! Why? Because she's a mean character. Learn how movie tactics work. A lot of times when the protagonist is a cute little blonde with heart of gold, they need an antagonist that is either a black hearted brunette or a mean, red faced redhead. Understand, yeah?

Now when it came to Ariel, I repeat, they needed her to stand out. Disney couldn't rely back on making her blonde or brunette, although the latter was intended, because even though her sisters don't appear much, she still needed to stand out. It's also why her tail and seashell bra aren't the same color and why she doesn't have a hair accessory.

Also why, note her personality compared to the previous princesses. She's a lot more adventurous, and truth be told, "hard headed" or free-spirited. She fights back and does something in her final act against Ursula. It played into the fiery redhead trope.

So there's some reasons why Ariel is a redhead. But why isn't her hair "red enough"? Because we know who she is now. Back then, Ariel needed to make a name. Now, she doesn't have to. When know Ariel is a redhead, we know she's a mermaid. Also, it would look so odd in live action. Animated, it blends well with the other bright colors of the movie. In a live action film, she still needs to stand out, but also not awkward. Bright red hair against real life muted underwater blue would look too... it just would look so odd. Although a mermaid, she still needs to have some feel of naturalness to her. It's a plus Halle got to keep her locs because it adds onto that. Slapped a wig on her and there would be memes, be honest.

Onward!

You know what, I might make someone mad when I say this but I give two fucks about it.

Ariel looks better here than she does in the animated version. Why? Because while she looks magical, she also looks LIKE A CHILD. Who designed Ariel's top is a genius because uh... Ariel may be half fish but she's also 16 YEARS OLD. Watch the trailer again and you'll see no seashell bra. Now I don't know how old Ariel may be in the live-action, but consider this. What if she is 16? Note that Snow White is 14, but is covered up from head to toe. Modesty. Same thing with Cinderella and Aurora. Their movies came out during times when women had to be "submissive" and "covered up", otherwise they were shamed.

Ariel came in the 80s, when practically everyone was wearing a crop top and shorts. Which was a perfect "cover up" for Disney to create a character that was just as exposed. Isn't it strange that a lot of Ariel's promotional art is her in her seashell bra? Because Disney knows that sells. They didn't waste the opportunity to have a mermaid character with cleavage and have people not think twice about it.

Today? Be honest, ya'll would be absolutely outrageous if they slapped a seashell bra on a 16 year old. It was the issue with Jasmine and Pocahontas. Their default outfits shown more skin than other princesses have. And they fixed that when the live-action for Jasmine.

One more thing, Ariel is an original character. Ah, wait! Yes, "The Little Mermaid" is inspired by the story of the same name, but there are so many differences between the original story and movie that Hans' story could have been completely ignored. In the story, the mermaid doesn't even have a name and is blond. She even had a grandmother. Ariel has a name, a father... you know what? Separate characters. Ariel is Disney property and because of that the filmmakers could decide "Make her purple" and they would because again they have that choice. Disney, believe or not, can do whatever they wanted with their characters.

With Ariel being black now shouldn't even matter. Ya'll dumb ass racists should have considered if Ariel's actress could hit a high note. And guess what? Halle can. They needed someone who looked magical and had the voice to match and Halle is PERFECT for the role. She looks innocent, she has that princess aura around her and she can sing! Halle was actually seeked out to play Ariel. Rob Marshall heard Halle sing and asked her to audition. Her singing is just that good that they decided to add more numbers just to have more singing for Ariel.

Had it been anybody else, they wouldn't have done that.

Marshall just knew Halle had to be our Ariel and the fact that you racists, you idiots can't seem to get past her skin tone and see how amazing Halle is is so pathetic and you seriously need to get a life. Here's an article if you need proof.

But you can be mad because Halle Bailey is Princess Ariel of Atlantica and as she has haters she does have fans.

And just know that come into my inbox with anything stupid, you're just gonna get disrespected. Reblog this post with anything stupid, I won't even read your reply. I'll just screenshot it, post it and have it up for people to know how racist and ignorant you are and block you.

Have your opinions, don't care, but you will be respectful and if you can't do that then that's tough... for you.

#just kiya's thoughts #the little mermaid 2023 #the little mermaid #ariel #disney ariel #princess ariel #ariel the little mermaid #disney princesses #halle bailey

[jungle-angel]

The One With The Wrestling Contest (Frat!Rhett x Reader)

Summary: It's the height of mating season in the Delta Tau Epsilon house and the boys are holding a little contest in the basement to win the hands of their s.os

Warnings: Frat parties, wrestling contests in the basement references to smut 18+ only

Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @sebsxphia

The basement was louder than a friggin concert stadium on a summer's eve, the bluetooth speakers blasting the music on high volume. The ding of a bell and the raucous shouts of a bunch of drunken frat boys and sorority sisters filled the basement which was already packed full of people from across the campus spectrum.

You were watching from the homemade bleachers on the other side of the room, you and several of your girlfriends from the Phi Gamma sorority and a few others, were all sitting close together each in a different colored toga that you had all made from shitty repurposed bedsheets, cheering on the boys who were down in "the pits".

"C'mon Kyle!"

"Beat the shit out of him Kyle!"

"Go for his balls Kyle!!"

Kyle Shanahan slipped in and football tackled the Alpha Beta rival by the waist, dragging him down into the inflatable pool full of strawberry scented k-y jelly.

The bell dinged again and everyone stood up, cheering and barking as Kyle victoriously threw his hands up, howling with all his long-haired, bearded glory. His girlfriend, Karen McCann, practically jumped from the bleachers and into his arms, riling up the crowd in the basement.

"Oh God I don't think I can do this," Kayce groaned.

"Ya'll know what happens to us if we don't right?" Rhett asked him.

Kayce's nostrils flared at the thought. Every Delta Tau in the past had to fight for their mating rights every year around this time, those slimy little Alpha Betas daring to encroach into their territory. Kayce looked up at the bleachers and saw Monica cheering everyone on. Under no circumstances would he allow Stan Winthorp to put his grubby, pervy hands all over Monica Long. Kayce could feel his eyes burning when he saw Stan making his way into the pits, ready for action and eyeing Monica who rolled her eyes.

"Over my dead fuckin body!" Kayce blurted out.

"Down homeboy!" Rhett ordered. "Look at me, look at me......are ya'll gonna allow Stan to get with your girl?"

"FUCK NO!"

"Are ya'll gonna allow him to get with her?"

"FUCK NO!" Kayce shouted furiously.

"Then ya'll get in there and show him who the top dog is!" Rhett told him. "Ya'll are a LEAN, MEAN FIGHTING MACHINE!!"

Kayce let out the most frightening war yell anyone had ever heard when the bell dinged again, signaling for him to get in the pits.

"Oh my God I don't think I can watch this," Monica laughed.

"Brace yourself Monnie, it's about to get crazier," you chuckled.

"In that case I'd better do a shot," said Cairo, Foster's boyfriend.

You handed Cairo the little nip of McGuillicuddy's mint flavored liqueur which he swigged back as though it were water. It was eight seconds.......eight painful seconds before Kayce leapt up off his feet, grabbed Stan and landed him in a triangle choke right on the ground. You, Monica and the others cheered from the bleachers as Kayce riled everyone up, the crowd chanting his name as Stan sulked off to clean himself up and lick his wounds.

"Holy shit!" Kayce gasped, wiping his face with a fresh towel. "That was fuckin great!"

"Alright Foster ya'll are up! Go get'em!" Rhett told him.

Oh man did Foster look pissed. It wasn't even a split second before he had the Alpha Beta prick on the ground, the very same one who had been pestering Cairo the week before at one of the bars. It had taken both Kayce and the vice president of the Sigma Sigma Kappa house to get Foster off him and drag the prick away.

Rhett eyed Smitty from across the room with a fury, his eyes burning like a pair of cobalt flames, nearly black with the intense desire to fight. The other frat leaders kept encouraging him, tapping him on the shoulder and hurling obscenities and insults at the Alpha Betas.

The bell dinged and it was time for him to go in. The bluetooth speaker started to play Eminem's "Till I Collapse", full blast as the two frat leaders entered the pits, staring each other down as they assumed the position.

Rhett nearly blacked out as the bell signaled for them to fight. It was a slippery mess as they tried to keep their feet balanced, holding onto each other as he fought to wrestle Smitty to the ground.

"Think you're too good huh Abbott?" Smitty sneered. "Just you wait until (y/n)'s in my bed and I can......."

A loud war yell fell from Rhett's mouth as he flipped Smitty right over onto his back, the slick of the k-y jelly splattering everywhere upon impact. Rhett rose, beating his chest with one hand in the ecstasy of his sudden victory.

You ran from the bleachers and threw yourself right into his arms, kissing him heatedly, neverminding that he was coated in strawberry scented lube. Smitty angrily slunked away into the corner with the rest of the Alpha Betas while you and Rhett basked in the afterglow of his triumph.

"Wanna meet me upstairs later?" Rhett asked wiggling his eyebrows a little. "Meet Caesar at the midnight orgy?"

"As long as your truck doesn't turn back into a pumpkin I'm down," you chuckled before kissing him again, much to the delight of the basement crowd.

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[davidshawswife]

Love me or leave me

the first fic has arrived I was really feeling this one ngl. once again I am deeply sorry. If you want to be tagged in future posts let me know. this is inspired by my very twisted brain but also by the song "love me or leave me." some of the lyrics have been included but not all of them are in order. this is not cannon!!! I also hope it never becomes cannon. do ya'll want a part 2????

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David slammed the door behind him, growling into the silence, the smell of something burning filling his nose as he approached the kitchen.

"hey Davey! I'm in the kitchen."

he mumbled. "hey." grabbing another beer.

they hesitated. "are you okay? you seem off?" David had been angry and exhausted lately and kept taking his frustrations out on his mate, he started drinking to. A lot.

He hesitated. "I'm fine, just..... leave me alone."

"do you hate me?" Angel asked. They had started blaming themselves for David's behaviour, their relationship with the shifter had started becoming unhealthy and it needed to stop. As much as Angel didn't want to have this conversation it had to happen.

"what?"

"do you hate me? Answer the question David."

"no" he hesitated clearly confused "no I don't hate you. Why?"

"because-" they threw their arms in the air exasperated. "what happened to us? To you? What happened did I do something?"

"Just..... shut up I'm not in the mood for this." he groaned. Walking away toward the living room.

"what's wrong Davey? Talk to me." they pleaded, desperate to end the cycle they have been in for weeks.

"Nothing is wrong- just leave me alone." David warned, growing angrier by the second. Getting up to leave.

"you used to tell me that you loved me! what happened?" they shouted following him around the house. "where is all of this coming from?" he growled in response. "you say I'm crazy and there's nothing wrong! you're lying and you know! I know!" tears had started brimming their eyes, the weight of the past few weeks becoming to heavy.

"baby, what have we become?" they sobbed, hitting their breaking point.

"shut up! God are you deaf? Leave. me. the. hell. alone." the shifter was beyond angry, the alcohol getting to his mind. "go away. I don't even know why I'm still with you... you're just a burden." he mumbled. Angel's heart shattering, never. Not once has David ever called her something so hurtful.

"we used to never go to bed angry." they sniffed, " but its all we ever do lately and you turn me away like you hate me. do you hate me?" they cried.

"YES! now. fuck. off." he mumbled "I should have left you a long time ago."

They could only nod, not being able to form words. They headed toward their and David's shared bedroom. Deciding to pack their things and leave.

After packing angel walked out of the bedroom. To find David drinking on the couch, beer bottles surrounded him. He didn't acknowledge them as they walked by toward the door. They stopped just in front of the door, looking back at the one thing they love most in this world.

"I told you that night. that you can take my heart. heal it or break it all apart. and you said that you loved me and would never do anything to hurt me." they chocked. Wanting nothing more then to be in his arms once again.

"people lie."

"this isn't fair.'' they hesitated not knowing if they should just leave.

"I asked you the very first night you came home drunk if this was going to become a regular thing, I said 'love me or leave me. but don't drag me down this road with you.' and you said." they let out a bitter chuckle. " 'okay. I'll stop, I will get it together. I promise.'.'' they looked at the floor letting their tears free fall.

"do you remember when you loved me once?"

"No."

this was breaking their heart, shattering what little was left of them.

"you would hold me just because.'' the memory of David just holding them for no reason other than to just hold them, used to make them smile, now it just hurts more than any person should ever have to experience. "you would kiss my face, every inch of it, you told me you loved me. and I every time you would do this I would joke about wanting my mate back, the tuff alpha male who hates lovely dovey shit." they swallowed "but David. I don't think it's a joke anymore."

"I want it to go back to the way it was. you called me angel." a sob broke lose from their chest

"leave." he growled

"good-bye David.''

It was too hard, staying was too hard. But so was leaving, if they left would they be giving up the best thing to ever happen to them. but they would also be saving themselves from a future full of heart ache and broken promises and sleepless nights crying themselves to sleep on the bathroom floor promising themselves they would leave. a life filled with pain instead of pleasure. a life filled with lies instead of love. a life with hurt and suffering and loss instead of happy days even when it rains, Sundays with cuddles and kisses, a life with smiles and loving each other through everything. they would keep telling themselves to leave but never building up the courage to actually walk out the door. Telling themselves they deserve better but never truly believing it. Only believing the lies they would be told. Never believing the truth. that they deserve the life they always wanted with David. But that life is gone. And so is the David they thought they knew.

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