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vampireloverz · 1 year

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dancing with the devil

pairing: john wick x fem! reader

words: 2.5k

cw/tw: established relationship, age gap (vague but implied, more than a decade), size difference, reader wears a dress and heels, reader and john drink alcohol, public fingering, unprotected sex, au where reader basically takes helen's place, reader knows about john’s previous job, pre canon

You don’t know how you convinced John to go out dancing after dinner, maybe it was the bourbon that loosened him up, maybe it was the trail of kisses you left along his throat as you waited for a taxi. Either way, when the driver asked where to, John had said the name of some club nearby and you’d kissed him as a thank you.

Before long, you’re dancing to garish techno music, drink in hand. Bass rattling in your chest and your heartbeat in your throat as you sway and bob to the booming rhythm, all the while John keeps an eye on you from his seat at the bar. The neon lights strobing above occasionally illuminate him, drawing your focus to him past the throng of club goers every so often.

A few people come up and dance with you; a pretty woman with dark lipstick and a wicked smile, someone wearing a shimmery top you like so much you make the effort to all but scream over the music to ask where they got it, a man who offers you one of his glow-stick bracelets with such drunken enthusiasm you have to accept, laughing.

Eventually jumping in place and bobbing your head to the beat has sobered you up a little, but you’re still pleasantly warm and fuzzy around the edges, smiling as you head back to John. He reaches for you as you approach and you take his hand, squeezing it as a silent thank you for indulging you and waiting so patiently while you had your fun.

“Hello, handsome,” you lean in so close your lips brush his ear as you greet him, “Care to buy me a drink?”

You pull back in time to watch his lips tick up almost imperceptibly as he nods, signaling the bartender over and ordering your drink of choice. You kiss John’s cheek as a thank you and sit on the stool beside him, his heavy hand finding its place on your thigh, curving around you easily. The drink goes down smooth as you curl your free arm around his, suddenly giddy with happiness.

John turns your face to his with two fingers on the side of your chin, saying something you can’t quite hear but you can read his lips. You’re beautiful.

You let out a breathy little laugh that’s swallowed up by the music, heat rising to your cheeks as if it's the first time he’s ever complimented you. But you can’t help it, you cling to every carefully chosen word that falls from his lips.

“Thank you,” you don’t bother projecting, he knows, and he leans forward to kiss you.

The flavor of bourbon is still strong on his tongue but you don’t mind the sting. His hand on your waist reminds you of the same sensation earlier today. Both of you tangled in his expensive sheets, the sun hitting his face just right to light up his dark eyes into rich brown, his lips leaving kisses further and further down your body…

You break the kiss to press your cheek against his, “Wanna get out of here?”

John pulls back and gives you a look, almost amused, and you laugh as you watch the cogs turn in his mind. He takes a long, thoughtful sip of his drink, emptying the glass and setting it down along with enough bills to pay for your drinks and then some. A thrill of excitement runs through you as you hop down from the barstool and John takes your hand.

The crowd is dense but they seem to instinctively part for you two, a sea of drunken dancing split by nothing more than John Wick’s presence.

John rounds a corner out of nowhere right as you spot the exit, turning into somewhere quieter where the pounding bass turns into a pleasant thrum. You stumble into his back, disoriented by the sudden stop, but before you can question him, he spins, crowding you against the wall and kissing you. He kisses you with a surprising ferocity, a hot, hard press of lips with a small slip of tongue before he moves downward, kissing along the column of your neck as he palms your chest over your dress.

“John, what are you—?”

His hand is suddenly on your mouth, his palm to your lips as he orders, “Quiet,” as if anyone would hear.

Being cornered by John Wick sends a thrill down your spine, you suddenly feel high on adrenaline, and you know that this is only a minute fraction of what the people he dealt with at work feel. Felt.

It’s not often you’re reminded he was out killing scores of people when you’d barely started high school. It’s a callus on his palm from gripping a gun, it’s old scars from blades and bullets, it’s the tattoos. The knowledge of it all, his strength, his age, makes this feel dangerous. Despite his past, maybe even because of it, you trust him. He’s never turned his deadly hands to you beyond giving you pleasure.

You purse your lips to kiss his palm and his eyes soften just a touch, his hand pulling back to trace your mouth with his thumb. You kiss the pad of it, both your eyes locked as you part your lips, pink tongue barely peeking over your bottom lip.

John lets out a small laugh as he feeds his thumb into your mouth, gently pressing down to feel the grooves of your teeth, the soft give of your tongue, “Don’t be too loud,” he whispers as his other hand pushes up your dress.

You squirm when he cups your pussy, deft fingers tracing the line of your slit over the fabric before he slips his hand into your underwear. The warmth of his fingers as he slides them between your folds makes you gasp. John never takes long to find your clit, he’s always been impatient when it comes to your pleasure.

“You’re wet,” he comments, a little breathy and pleased.

“It's your fault,” you whine around his thumb.

Both of you make a pleased noise when he slides two fingers inside you, slow enough to have you squirming with impatience. John relents easily, pumping into you a few times to find his rhythm of slow, steady pulses before curling his fingers just the way you like it, the way you always beg for, you have to hold your breath to stop an indecent noise from flying out of your mouth.

The laughs of some people passing by suddenly makes you remember you’re not alone. In fact, the two of you are quite exposed if someone takes a turn into the half-hidden halfway John had slipped you into. You gasp and lift your head to look at him, ignoring the fact that you feel yourself tighten up. John maintains eye contact as the voices draw closer and you blink, alarmed and aroused all at once. He stops pumping his fingers and you watch him make a decision. His fingers stay inside you, curled against the sensitive spot there as he presses the heel of his palm into your clit, giving you a single nod as you grind down into him.

“Yea,” he grunts, “That’s it.”

He takes his finger out of your mouth to cradle your head and press closer to you, hiding and muffling you as best he can as you shudder and press your face into his collar, moaning into it and breathing in his spiced cologne. The voices pass, leaving you both in semi silence and false seclusion. Your knees buckle, adrenaline making it feel all the more intense when your orgasm slices through you, shuddering and panting open-mouthed with your lips pressed onto whatever expensive fabric his suit is made of.

He murmurs something you can’t quite catch over the ringing in your ears before he pulls out of your still throbbing pussy, circling your clit a few times with soaked fingers until you whine. The loss of his fingers makes you feel impossibly empty but watching him lick his fingers clean of you is a fair consolation. He lets out a small laugh at the expression on your face but you can tell he’s got it bad too. You’re half sure that if no one had walked by he would’ve fucked you here, or at least could’ve been persuaded to in the club’s bathroom.

“Let's go home,” John says, leaning down to kiss you. His dark hair falling around both your faces gives the illusion of privacy as you taste yourself on his tongue.

The look he gives you when you palm him over his pants makes you sure that you can get away with fooling around in the back of the cab ride back to your shared apartment. A new song starts in the club as the two of you leave and it feels like heavy bass pours onto the street, sticking in your chest until your cab is hailed and you both slip inside.

It’s late and traffic is to be expected, but you don’t mind because you can curl into John’s side and have your fun. He lets out a soft hum and drapes an arm around your waist, his hand around you tightening when you begin to loosen his tie. You play innocent at first, trailing your fingers along the column of his neck and down his chest, kissing his jaw when he shoots you a curious look. The cab jumps on an uneven patch of the road and your hand slips further down, past his belt until you’re palming him over his dark pants.

You press a kiss to his neck when he stiffens, his strong hand tightening around your waist. A warning but not a sign to stop. His free hand curls into a fist as you trace the outline of his cock, rubbing your palm back and forth until he groans, low and deep enough for a car horn somewhere outside to drown the sound out.

John leans into you and utters a single word into your hairline, “Behave.”

Firm but not angry, far from it. You can’t help the smile that spreads on your face, but you obey and move your hand away, placing it onto a more appropriate position on your thigh until your ride is over.

John’s hand is a heavy comfort on the back of your neck as you walk into your building, at this hour you’re the only people in the lobby besides the doorman. The elevator ride up is mercifully quick and it feels like it only takes a blink for you and John to be stumbling into the bedroom, neither of you willing to break the kiss.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, scratching at his scalp when he slides his tongue along yours. He pulls away panting and presses his forehead to yours, both of you breathing each other’s air. One of his hands follows the shape of your body upwards until he can touch your chest, “You don’t know what you do to me.”

You let out a mix of a laugh and a moan as he pulls down the front of your dress, “I have some idea.”

John smiles against your lips as you kiss and he takes your tits in hand, holding the weight of them and squeezing gently. You sigh into his mouth when a callus scrapes your nipple, hardening it with each pass of his palm.

“John,” you moan, shifting in place as the throb in your clit becomes insistent.

He hums thoughtfully, “Turn around.”

You do without question, looking over your shoulder as he kneels behind you, his hands steady on your hips. When you feel his lips on the back of your knee, you jolt a little, his beard lightly scratching at the sensitive skin there, but you’re more prepared when he kisses your other leg. John follows the curves and lines of your legs with his hands first, kissing your skin every few inches and only stopping when he reaches the hem of your dress. When he stands and touches your shoulder blade you think he’s going to unzip you, but instead he pushes you forward onto the bed, bending you over as he bunches and pulls your dress up over your hips.

“John!” you gasp, a short laugh bursting from your lips.

“What?” he asks like he’s not peeling your underwear down until it drops around your ankles.

You make a noncommittal noise and wiggle your hips, the emptiness in your core beginning to become almost unbearable.

“You’re beautiful,” you can’t tell if it’s because of your heels, your dress bunched around your hips, or just the way your ass looks when you’re bent over— but you decide you don’t care when you feel his cock glide through your folds, gathering your slick and nudging your clit, “Fuck, look at you.”

“Please, John,” you plea softly, “Fuck me.”

That punches a groan out of him, you feel the head of his cock push inside as he takes your hand. He slides himself to the hilt inside you in one slick thrust and it knocks the wind from you both.

He sucks in a breath behind you and grips your hip with his free hand, his grasp firm as he starts to fuck you. John fucks into you deep and hard, rutting into you as pleasure washes over you both. You feel involuntary noises spilling from your mouth but you can’t think to stop yourself as you lose yourself in the rhythm of his thrusts.

“I love you,” he grunts, fingers tightening on your hip as he goes rigid, his cock kicking inside you.

You groan into the pillows when you feel the hot spill of cum fill you, twitching every time his hips roll forward and his cock knocks against something tender inside you. It feels like forever before he finally slides out. You both give twin groans at the feeling, but you’re placated by his kisses along your shoulders. You drop your weight onto the bed, ignoring the way John laughs under his breath, and mumble something in half hearted protest as he starts to unzip and slide your dress off you, unclasping your bra and slipping your heels off your feet before he lays in the space beside you.

“Let’s clean up,” he suggests, reaching for you as you shimmy closer to him.

“In a minute.”

Resting in the easy silence, John traces your hairline and you feel the mess between your legs spill onto your inner thighs, hot and sticky and satisfying. You sling your arm over him, slowly unbuttoning his shirt with uncoordinated fingers so you can feel him. Your fingertips follow old scars until your eyelids droop and you rest your hand on him, the beat of his heart comfortingly steady beneath your palm.

“We should go out dancing more often,” you sleepily murmur.

John kisses the top of your head, “Whatever you want.”

#john wick x reader #john wick smut #📝 — john wick #💒.txt

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the-kr8tor · 10 months

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Hello can you please do a jealous Hobie x reader

Where they were out at a party while at the party reader just happened to see one of her male best friends and they're like in a back room smoking together and Hobbit just happens to walk in to see readers male best friend blowing smoke in her mouth 😊🥰

You don't have to put in the smoking pot if you don't want to 😊😋

Hello hun! Thank you for your request! I changed some things, hope you don't mind!

Some drinking and smoking, a lot of cursing. 1.2k

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You feel lightheaded, the booming music pounds into your skull, coupled with the bright strobe lights, and people screaming over the loud music trying to hear each other, you feel your social battery draining with every clink of glass.

Partying seemed like a good time for the first two hours of being there, but as the night continues on, you just want to go to bed, and wash the smell of cheap beer off of you.

The only good thing about this is spending time with Hobie.

You wince when another screech of a guitar riff booms out of the speakers, you lean towards Hobie's ear, an excuse falling on your lips.

"I'm gonna go to the loo for a bit"

"Sure, love. I'll watch your drink" Hobie moves your pint closer to his while he continues talking to his friend.

You slide off the booth, fixing your shirt. Weaving through the sea of people, you try to avoid crashing into them, the wc sign looks like a beacon, beckoning you for a much needed reprieve.

Suddenly you hear your name getting called, or rather screamed at you. You do a 180 trying to find who called you.

"Here! On your right!"

You're not sure if that was for you, still you looked to your right. Lo and behold you see your old high school mate, peeking behind the doors to the bar's balcony.

"David! Is that you?!" You squint trying to find his distinguishable features.

"Yeah! Get your arse over here!" He opens the door fully for you.

Scrambling towards the door, you try to push past dancers. Finally entering the balcony, your best friend hugs you tightly, slightly lifting you off the floor. You giggle at your reunion.

"Holy shit, duck! Long time no see!" He pulls away, taking a good look at you. "I haven't seen you since graduation! You look fucking fit!"

"Shut it, you arse!" you playfully slap his arm.

"Come, it's quieter over there" he leads you towards the railings, bringing out a fancy case of smokes. "You want a ciggie?" He offers you one. You take it.

You whistle at the fancy engravings on the cigarette case.

"Wow, Daddy dearest is still paying your bills? You daddy's boy" you tease him as he helps you light your cigarette with a matching lighter to the fancy case. "Fucking hell, even the lighter!"

"Shut up! It was a gift!" He teasingly shoves you. "Do you remember when we used to sneak around chain smoking in our attic?"

"Yeah, we almost burned your dad's postcard collection" you laugh at the memory.

"So how're you?"

You two get to talking, exchanging stories, remembering fond memories, until you get to talking about your love life.

"Ooh, little duckie has a man" he jokingly blows smoke on your face.

Meanwhile Hobie leans against the doorway, watching the interaction. He got worried when you didn't come back to the table. Basically searching the entire bar, he finally found you cozying up to an unknown man.

See Hobie isn't usually a jealous person, whenever someone flirts with you, while he's sidled up close to you, egging them on.

"Can I have that drink too?"

"Oh shit, look at that black card, you're loaded bruv"

"She has two left feet, I'm available though"

"Mate, you like the Ramones too? What's your favourite song?"

"Oof, nice shoes bruv"

He does this because he trusts you fully, at the end of the day, he's the one who goes home with you. Of course whenever someone gets a little too touchy, or invades your personal space, he jumps to being protective. If they don't let up, he's more than ready to square up.

When he sees the blond blowing smoke on your face as you giggle, it's the same smile you give him, he sees the man lightly push your shoulder. Something snaps at him, his ears ring, he didn't even catch what the man said.

Hobie stomps towards you, not noticing him, you continue on smiling and talking to your friend.

Feeling a familiar arm snaking around your waist, you look towards Hobie, His eyes glare angrily at your friend, a dark aura emanates from him.

Hobie's knuckles shake as he clenches it tighter, he's ready to strike.

Noticing his emotion, you quickly try to douse his anger, but he opens his mouth before you.

"Who the fuck are you?" He holds on to your waist tighter "and why the fuck are you flirting with her?"

Some nosy people start looking towards your way. You try to speak up, but again David beats you to it.

"I'm guessing this is your man? I'm David a –"

"Fuck off, David" he barks out "stay the fuck away" he angrily points at your friend.

David gestures in surrender "alright, mate, calm down, she's all yours" Hobie already turned his back away. David winks at you, thank god, Hobie didn't catch that.

Hobie guides you by your hand, you try to explain but he couldn't hear you through the blaring music.

He brings you outside, Hobie heads towards an alley, you follow closely behind, trying to get his attention.

"Hobie! Will you stop?"

Hobie kicks an abandoned box, sending it flying across the alley.

"Shit, I'm sorry" he breathes heavily, his left eye twitches. "Fuck, you okay?" Hobie finally turns towards you.

"Yeah, are you okay? I've never seen you so angry" you cross the gap between you, you tentatively try to hold him. "Just breathe" your hands hover over his arms.

He takes a deep breath, slowly calming down. Hobie pinches the space between his eyes.

"Better?" You rub his arms lovingly.

"Yeah" he avoids your eyes, his eyebrows still knit together in anger.

You can finally explain everything "Hey, David's a close friend of mine since highschool, trust me you don't have to worry about him" you hug his torso.

"I'm not jealous"

"Sure, of course not" you cup his jaw, he finally looks you in the eye.

"I'm not bloody jealous" he huffs, looping his fingers through the belt loop of your jeans, bringing you closer to him.

"I know" you placate him "but hypothetically if you were, you don't have to worry, you're it for me, babe"

You move your hands over his neck, guiding him down towards your face. "Whether it's an old friend, or some stranger, know that they'll never replace you in my life, I love you Hobie Brown, never forget that"

Hobie looks into your eyes, searching for an ounce of dishonesty, he found none, except for love and affection towards him.

He drops his forehead on yours, savoring all the love that oozes out of you. You close your eyes as you rub circles over his neck, trying to ease the tension folded into his muscles.

"Love you too. let's go home, yeah?" He reluctantly pulls away, holding your gaze.

You nod enthusiastically, "does that love extend to apologizing to David?" You ask, testing the waters.

Hobie tilts his head, with a slight glare, non verbally saying 'why would I do that?'

Understanding what he means, you continue "I invited him to lunch tomorrow" you smile, gauging his reaction.

Hobie drops his head on your shoulder with a slight thump, he groans, realizing he needs to make peace with your friend.

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Hope you liked it angel! Thank you again for requesting, and for being patient ❤️❤️❤️

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loving-and-dreaming · 1 year

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nonsense s.b oneshot

pairing: Sirius black x reader x reader

a/n loosely based off the song nonsense by Sabrina carpenter <3 I would have highlighted and italicized the lyrics but I didn’t directly use any. But all credit goes to her amazing song because that is literally the basis of this ❤️ huge huge huge thank you to @whoahoney for helping me gain the confidence again and reading it over to make sure I didn’t sound dumb 💛💛💛

-Word count: 2.2K

You and Lily were getting ready for the get together at her boyfriend's place. You were extremely nervous; you know James, but the rest of his friends that will be there, not so much. I mean let's face it, you are not the biggest social butterfly. You love talking and love making friends but sometimes you just want to curl up in bed. But for your friend and her new budding relationship you would go and be your best self.

Arriving at James' house, you were surprised. He was known for throwing his parties back in Hogwarts but there were only two cars in the driveway, now with yours three. There was no booming music. No bright strobing lights. Looking at Lily you grab her hand and let her drag you in. As soon as you step in your first thought is to go hide in a corner with Lily, but that is not the point of this. The point was for her to spend some time with her new boyfriend in a low stakes environment. You push Lily, “Go girl! I will be fine. Go find lover boy and tell him I said hi!”

“Okay you know where the kitchen is, if you need anything just shout. I promise we can leave if you ever feel uncomfortable.” She gives you a look of concern. Maybe you were not hiding your nerves as well as you thought. Giving her a thumbs up and one more push, she goes to find James.

You head to the kitchen to get a drink. To get to the kitchen you need to pass through this hallway, which in your opinion is too long. You don’t normally drink, but tonight might be a cause to break out of that habit. Now you were not sad, but just in your head. Thinking about the phone calls you have to make at work, what you are going to make for lunch tomorrow, when you are going to call your mom, what should you get for Lily's birthday, how surprised you are at the nice decorations in a house full of guys. All these thoughts made you too distracted and miss the person heading in your direction. Only noticing the other person in the hallway when you are wearing a disgusting smelling drink(and now you remember why you don’t drink) and had his strong tattooed arms around your waist.

“Oh my-” you look up and see his beautiful smile before anything else. Embarrassingly so your voice gets higher, “—gosh, I am so sorry! I wasted your drink! What was it? I’ll get you a new one, although it smells gross. Wait I didn’t mean to say that, well I did but to each their own, if you like it that’s all that matters and I will get you a new one!” it took you a moment to realize you were rambling like a mad man, you look anywhere but the beautiful man in front of you.

“Don’t worry about it, Love. Lets get you a new shirt, this one is a little wet and now smells like my beer and like you pointed out it smells gross,” the stranger tells you in a voice filled with laughter. He moves his arms from around your waist and puts one on your back to lead you to a room. “I don't think we have met, Im Sirius, but those hooligans call me Padfoot or Pads. you can call me king though… perhaps you’ll be my queen?” Faltering in your steps you stop and look at him. Had he really just said that? He was probably just a natural flirt, nothing personal. So you simply giggle and roll your eyes.

“Your eyes are so beautiful, I think they are my favorite part of you.”

Okay that's it, you know he must be messing with you. It's probably James' bright idea to get one of his friends to mess with you, since you are the only friend in Lilys group that is single. You don’t know how many times you have reassured them that even though the break up was nasty, it was a year ago and you are over it. Turning to him, “Hi Sirius-”

“I thought I told you to call me king, my queen?”

“As I was saying, sirius, i'm not sure if james put you up to this or maybe lily, but i promise i'm okay being single. I hereby relieve you of your babysitting duty. Just point me in the direction of the bathroom and I will be fine.”

“Babysitting? What are you talking about? Anyways I am not going to let you stay in that beer soaked shirt, so here is my room, I will get you a clean shirt. Just one moment.”

He brings you out a shirt that looks worse for wear. It must be one of his favorite shirts, you can’t help the little blush and skip in your heart that he chose to give you a favorite shirt of his. “I insist you use my room, I mean I’d love to get you naked in my room, but in reality my bathroom is not the cleanest…” he opens the door for you and gives you space to walk in. You look back at him and smile while closing the door. Now you are not a creeper, but like anyone you are naturally curious. So while slowly taking off your beer soaked shirt you look around. The first thing that you notice is for someone that has apparently a messy bathroom. His room is extremely clean. The bed is completely made up, you’re just as clean and even your bed doesn’t look like that. The desk is free of clutter, and there are no clothes on the floor. To say you were shocked, would be an understatement. The next thing you notice is the bookshelves lining the walls from the few moments that you talk to him or more like he flirted with you. He did not strike you as someone that would be this well read. The last thing you notice, and this one stands out, is the fact that he has a candle burning in his room. The candle smells just like you thought he would, a hint of leather and musk. Cynthia reminds you of the words while also something fresh that makes you want to bury your face in the smell. Realizing you spent a good ten minutes just staring at his room you quickly change and without thinking about it so your shirt on his bed. With a red face, you quietly open the door, ready to endure the teasing of spending a good 10 minutes just to get changed yet When you open the door you find him gone. Although you told him to leave your heart does drop a little bit. But you quickly shake off that feeling you don't need James or Lily trying to make you feel better by asking James’ hot friend to keep you company.

You know the break up was a year ago, and honestly you are NOT still hung up on him. But they swear you are and that you need to find someone new. You’ve told her countless times that you’re just not ready for a relationship right now. And maybe Lily does know your taste, and picked the right guy but still absolutely not.

You walk back to the living room, still on the original mission to find a drink and run into jame and lily making heart eyes at each other in the hallway. Normally you would leave them be, but with sirius fresh on the brain you had to say something.

“Lily, james. I know you just want what is best for me. But I promise I am not hung up on Tyler. I just dont need to have someone in my life right now. So please tell Sirius he no longer needs to babysit me.”

James lets out a snort and lily looks at you with wide eyes. “Y/N hunny, what on earth are you talking about. We never asked Sirius to babysit you, we didn't even tell him about you because he tends to be a lot, which it seems like you are now witnessing.”

You're speechless. “So you're telling me I kinda told him off for no reason??? fan-freaking-tastic. Please excuse me while I go die on the couch with my drink I still have not gotten.” stomping over to the couch you make yourself at home. After you make yourself comfortable on the couch, you realize you still have not gotten your drink. Which may be better because who needs to be drinking when you’re sulking.

Once again lost in your head, you don't see or hear anything until someone sits down next to you and puts a glass full of water in your face. Looking up you see Sirius and are feeling the butterflies doing cartwheels in your stomach. Mouth opening and closing you cannot find the right words to say. All that is in your brain is nonsense, so logically that is what you say, “you… have me thinking nonsense.” not realizing you said that out loud until you hear James snort from the other couch and Sirius’ little laugh. Looking at Lily you mouth “did i really say that out loud?” The look on her face gives you the answer.

“Here, Love. I heard through the grapevine you never got your drink so I came bearing gifts. I was also told that you don’t drink alcohol, so I made sure to get you something that you would drink" Sirius looks at you smirking, “if it makes you feel better when looking at you I lose my chill.”

Giggling and once again rolling your eyes you say “yes Sirius thank you, i feel so much better because of that. Thank you for the drink. I really do appreciate it”

“Wait, I got an even better one! When you get close to me my tongue goes numb, sounds like bleh blah blee!” James once again snorts(you make a mental note to call him pig later), and Remus, Peter(who you just put names to face) and Lily all roll their eyes. This does however make you let out a real laugh, not those cute little giggles us girls do, no this was a whole laugh form your stomach. And hearing it made Sirius want to hear it everyday from now on, he made sure to tell you this too. “ Tell me the word Y/N and I promise I will make you laugh like that for the rest of our life.”

The rest of the night was spent by Sirius' side. He had the young energy of a puppy, which is how he got his nickname, puppy. He said he was offended at the nickname because “Y/N i am a manly man, i need a better nickname than puppy.” But the way he smiles when you say it with the sparkle in your eyes… He would let you do anything.

Eventually it is time to go home, you and Lily promise to come back with donuts in the morning (this lets the boys let you go a bit easier). In the car she gives you a look that says ‘spill’.

“I really like him lily! I want to spend all day talking to him, maybe going to the bedroom and doing not so soft things, my mind is running wild with everything i want to do with him. I think I caught that L-O-V-E…”

“Damn girl… really? After one night?”

“Lily you know me, you know i wouldn't say it if i didn't believe it at least.. 80%. He made me feel things that I can't explain. I don't know how he does this to me, but I cannot help myself.” you pull into the apartment building and look down for your keys in your purse. That's when it dawns on you, you still have his shirt on… Unlocking the door the first thing you do is call James' house.

“Hey it's Y/N, is Sirius there?”

“Wow, ready to talk to him already, huh?” You can hear the smirk in James' voice.

“Says you, who called the apartment before Lily even made it back home…” He scoffs at that and you hear him screaming for ‘Pads’ to get his ‘ass down to the phone’.

“Hello, Love, miss me already?” After spending all night with his flirtatious self, you easily opened and gave him back some of the sass (you are very proud of yourself if you do say so).

“Of course I miss you, but I kinda miss my shirt more. It was one of my favorites.”

“It will be here all clean for you tomorrow, I'll even learn how to do laundry for you, my queen. Also! before you go, I do have a very important question for you.” Thinking the worst, you lose your smile and look down… His joking and smile filled voice is the only reason your smile comes back, “my question is, how quickly can you take your clothes off, pop quiz!”

The last thing he hears is your giggle and “you'll find out soon, Puppy.”

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Skylark

Short story (17 pages) of Lark meeting Sky, the titan. Featuring the most clever ship name ever

SFW, giant/tiny interactions. Read under the cut!

An electrifying, booze-filled night full of loud music and stumbling drunks is how a true rooftop party goes. Nearly every Friday night, you can hear the hum of cheers combined with the boom of the bass at the top of the cityscape. Strobe lights dance on the neighboring windows, reflecting a kaleidoscope of glimmering colors. These parties are all the rage, not just because the liquor is so abundant it flows like water, but patrons are often dancing in close quarters to none other than a colossus of a person; a titan.

Why else would these festivities be held on the summit of a tower? Standing at over 100 feet tall, with footwear larger than a bus, being at ground-level while a massive man steps to and fro with no notice of other party-goers is just asking for someone to be flattened.

Fortunately, titans are more than just giant humans; their origins date back for centuries where humanity revered them as powerful gods. Nowadays, their presence is more casual, mingling and merry-making with their tiny human friends. Supposing a human did get in the way of a titan’s foot, they will live to tell about it so long as the giant wills it. How great their size, strength, and mystic talents are.

No one is really sure just where the giants get their divinity from, and collectedly their origins are mysterious. Even the titans themselves are incognizant of their genesis, which has prompted earnest research on the subject.

One such titan enthusiast, a vivacious scientist by the name of Jung, often attends events with various titans to become more acquainted with them and the humans they associate with. While it may seem flippant to relate research to drinking and dancing on a giant man’s hand, Jung has no doubts that his methods of obtaining research material are impeccable.

On one such occasion, in the city of Horizon, Jung was going about his usual business. Drinking, dancing, flirting, the tall dark-haired man was having a great time. He had brought along a friend as well, an old classmate of his by the name of Lark. While Jung was off socializing, Lark stood in the corner of the boisterous rooftop, sipping a cocktail while she faced the opposite direction of the majority of the patrons. This was not only her first time going to such a party, but also her first time being in the city of a titan. Indeed, she knew about their existence and had caught glimpses of the giants in the distance as they traverse the landscape with lengthy strides, but never in very close proximity.

The titan that inhabited Horizon city, and who was also present at the party, was named Sky. Standing at 130 feet tall, this friendly colossus of a man was often eager to interact with humans. His fair skin with barely a blemish contrasted handsomely with his black hair, and dark sideburns lined his jaws. The color of his eyes matched the inside of his mouth, as blue as his namesake. He was quite a spectacle, towering over the boisterous rooftop of dancing, singing humans no bigger than his finger.

Not one of the humans batted an eye when Sky’s enormous hand hovered over them, gentle fingers spreading as he picked up an unconscious drunk and set them on a comfortable couch. The presence of a giant was so commonplace in Horizon that this was no extraordinary feat, and the other party-goers paid no heed. Except for Lark, who couldn’t even muster the courage to move closer to the railings lining the roof.

Jung, in the thick of his merry-making, eventually noticed his wallflower friend and sauntered his way over to her. He sat himself on the couch beside Lark and threw his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into him as he held a drink in the other hand.

“Hey girl, you not having fun? What’s wrong?” He blurted as he gave his timid friend a firm squeeze with his forearm.

“I’m having a lot of fun.” Lark lied, wincing at her tactile friend’s embrace.

“C’mon. Didn’t you want to finally meet a real live titan? He’s literally standing over everyone.” Jung said as he craned his head back and pointed at the looming head of Sky.

Lark did not follow his gaze. Her cheeks became pink as she clutched her drink in both of her hands, which was mostly just ice by now.

“I know…” Lark murmured as she fiddled with her straw. “He’s hard to miss.”

“Yeah, especially if you don’t even take a shot! C’mon girl, I’ll introduce you to him.” Jung gave her shoulders a squeeze as he stood up a little too quickly.

“N-no, that’s okay… I’m sure he’s busy with everyone else.” Lark whined as Jung beckoned her off the couch.

“Naw, naw, he’s just chilling with us, he’s cool. C’mon.” Jung snapped his fingers at the fair-haired woman as she reluctantly followed him.

“I-I’m not even dressed up for this place…” Lark peeped as she was led through the crowd by her gregarious friend. She looked down at her red zip-up hoodie, khaki shorts, and black high top sneakers; more street wear than anything to her. She would have dressed up, but her visit to Horizon was rather spur of the moment, and the party even more so.

As she looked up, through the booms and cheers of the crowd dancing in the middle of the rooftop, her eyes widened at the sight of the giant. His head was tilted back, a perfect side profile before her as he took a couple swigs from a can larger than a phone booth. Lark felt her heart drop as she took in the size of him; the mere height of him from the shoulders on up was dizzying already. She couldn’t even think about looking up at him from ground-level, over 100 feet of mountainous man towering over her.

Lark’s blue eyes couldn’t get much wider. She found herself transfixed on the giant as he downed several sips of his drink before leveling his head and slowly turning his attention towards her and Jung.

It was then that Lark realized she was afraid; very, very afraid, of giants. Seeing them from a distance was nothing compared to the terrifying reality of being so much smaller than this colossus of a being. Glowing, blue eyes fixated on the pair as Sky studied Jung, leaning in just a little closer to see him, before softening his expression and smiling.

“Hey, Jung. How’s the party?” Sky said, though his voice boomed nearly as loud as the music blaring over the speakers.

“Oh it’s bumpin’. I got a plus-one this time, me and her studied together back in undergrad.” Jung stood underneath the giant’s gaze as he gestured to Lark, who lagged behind him as if using her friend as a place to hide behind.

Lark jolted as Jung turned the giant’s attention towards her. His gaze stupefied her, and she stood motionless as Jung stepped to the side and introduced her.

“Lark, this is Sky. Sky, Lark.” Jung beamed as he gestured from enormous face to quivering body. “Hey, Sky, Lark! Skylark! How cool is that?” The man laughed out loud as he stepped behind Lark and squeezed her shoulders affirmingly.

Lark’s head started to spin the more this interaction went on. Just looking up at Sky’s expansive face was making her dizzy. And then he looked right at her, and raised his enormous hand over the railing. Long, log-like fingers stretched towards her as Sky turned his fingertips upwards.

“Nice to meet you.” He boomed.

This was nothing more than a friendly gesture, a handshake on a colossal scale. Ordinarily, a human would place their hand on the titan’s fingertip and the two would briefly shake, one with just the finger and the other with their whole arm. However, to Lark, who was not aware of this gesture, vastly misinterpreted it as a motion to snatch her entire being off of the ground.

“N-no!” Lark shrieked as she backed away quickly, bumping into Jung as she tumbled backwards in recoil. Jung and Sky both stared at her in shock as she tripped backwards, regained her footing, and ran hurriedly back inside.

Sky brought his hand back to his face, watching the scared woman run from him. He examined his hand, brows furrowing quizzically.

“Oh… goodness.” Jung sighed as he nervously ran his fingers through his hair. “That didn’t go as planned.” he uttered as he glanced up at Sky, who was still looking at his hand.

“Sorry, Sky. She’s new here…” Jung said as he leaned on the railing in front of Sky. The titan put his hands in the pockets of his jeans and gave his small friend a smile.

“It’s fine… I didn’t mean to scare her...” Sky rumbled as he carefully glanced in Lark’s direction, catching no sight of her.

Lark, meanwhile, was huddled in the bathroom. Sweat and tears moistened her pink cheeks as she ran her fingers through her short, blonde hair. She shuddered as she recalled the looming, giant hand of the giant. Though it was terrifying for her, she caught a glimpse of his confused face before running away in abject terror.

“Oh no…” She whimpered, balling her hands into fists as she rocked back and forth in the bathroom. As frightened as she was, the titan’s feelings were also hurt. How could she possibly go back out there and face him, now?

Later that evening, the party was starting to wind down. Several daredevils jumped into Sky’s glass from the balcony, which was more of a common occurrence than one might think. Putting their full trust into the towering titan that oversaw the party often led to trouble when it came to mind-numbing drinks. Luckily, Sky fully expects these things to happen, and is quite relieved at the end of the night when everyone is too tired to jump off the roof into his not-quite-ready hands.

The dark-haired giant waved goodbye to the last of the patrons as he headed home, treading carefully through the dimly-lit streets. He walked cautiously, stepping one foot in front of the other in the empty roads, the width of his sneaker nearly the same as the asphalt strip.

Despite his careful way of moving through the city, his immense footsteps still rumbled nearby windows and quaked scattered debris into storm drains. If it weren’t for the residents of Horizon city being quite accustomed to having a titan around, there would undoubtedly be screams coming from the lofty apartments.

The night was still, the city slept, and the giant yawned. His home was not far off, especially for his long stride. Sky’s residence was an enormous concrete bunker, nestled in the hillside covered with leafy trees. Building a living space for a giant was no easy feat, especially one that was above-ground. Many years ago, humans built these bunkers for the titans to shelter and live in if they so chose.

Sky walked up to the door of the bunker and punched a few numbers on a keypad. Heavy metal pins within the frame released, and the door swung inwards, revealing a dark, cave-like interior. The giant man entered his home and shut the door, taking care to watch the floor as the gargantuan door swung shut. While he enjoyed the company of humans, he has had too many close calls with little enthusiastic fans trying to sneak through the closing door.

The titanic titan was beat. He winced as he sat down on the ground and started to untie his shoes. “Ugh… I have got to start sitting down more at these things.” Sky muttered as he took off one of his shoes, sighing when he realized he had been on his feet for hours, standing next to the rooftop to be with the partying humans. Ordinarily standing for long periods of time would be less of an ordeal if you’re not like Sky, who happened to weigh over 2 million pounds.

Sky started to take off his other shoe, but not before noticing something moving in his pant leg. He gripped the end of his pants at his ankle and tugged on it. A small object brushed the back of his bare leg, which prompted the giant to shake it out.

None other than Lark fell out of his pant leg. Astonished, Sky froze as he watched the little human tumble down the back of his shoe and onto the ground. Lark floundered on her back before scrambling up onto her hands and knees, eyes wide as she trailed her gaze up the giant’s body before meeting his. The two locked eyes for a moment, and the room was silent.

Sky did not speak. He felt shocked, annoyed, and the lingering buzz of alcohol swirling in his head. The giant merely narrowed his gaze and waited for the trespasser to say something.

Lark couldn’t believe it. She did not intend to be seen or caught by the titan, at least not until morning. She had such a brilliant plan earlier, in her drunken stupor, to hitch a ride on the man’s massive shoe until he reached his home. Well, in actuality, it was Jung’s idea. He claimed to “ride” the titans in this way often as a means of quick travel, and he was more than happy to urge Lark to do the same.

As it turned out, it was more of a bumpy ride than she anticipated, with thousands of pounds of mass quaking every footstep. She had no choice but to climb into his pant leg, which was slightly less tremulous than his shoe, but did not give her the visibility to keep an eye out for her stop.

Now she was sobered up and faced with the terror of staring up at the monolith of a man, who sat on the floor with one shoe on and one shoe off. Her limbs shook under his gaze, and she had half a mind to prostrate herself and beg for forgiveness.

“I-I… I…” She stammered through chattering teeth. None of the words she formed in her head were coming out of her lips. Her voice came out like a little squeak, further emphasizing her mouse-like nature and size in comparison to the giant, shuddering in his shadow.

Sky took notice of her trembling, and his gaze softened. From the look of her clothing, she seemed to be Jung’s friend that he met at the party. Well, ‘met’ was an overstatement. His reaching hand sent her running before they could exchange words.

“...Hi there.” The titan uttered as he placed his palms on his thighs. He leaned over her just slightly, mindful of his movements, keeping them slow.

Lark watched his movements from her vulnerable position at the base of his foot. The giant’s loud, yet gentle voice filled her ears and caused her to sit up, rocking onto her heels in a low kneel. There was no hint of anger in his voice, yet she dreaded what might come next.

“...Hello… um…” She breathed, chest heaving as if his looming body above her was suffocating her. Her words became lost and she just stared up at the mighty man.

Sky tilted his head slightly at her. He had never quite seen a human so deeply affected by him in this way. Perhaps this was how all humans were when they first met the titans, he thought. He breathed in deep and exhaled before speaking again.

“Did you mean to hide in my clothing like that?” Sky spoke lowly, gently. “You could have gotten really hurt.”

Lark glanced around her. Sky’s leg arched over her, the crook of his knee almost directly above her head. A dizzying sight that made her want to turn heel and run, but the giant’s polite manner of speech kept her somewhat calm.

“I just… wanted to apologize to you personally.” Lark gasped, forcing herself to cease her trembling. “But I didn’t know where you lived… so I just climbed on… I didn’t think you’d notice.” She half-laughed, realizing how foolish she sounded.

Sky looked at her with an amused grin. “Apologize? For what?”

“Oh… well, for getting scared, I guess…” Lark peeped, feeling even more foolish. “I shouldn’t have ran from you. You’re Jung’s friend, after all… I…” She stammered as she lowered her gaze, then fumbled in her pocket for her phone. “I should call him, h-hang on…” The nervous woman said as she patted her pants and jacket pockets.

“Shoot, my phone!” She blurted as she looked along the ground for her cell phone. Crawling on her hands and knees in the dimly-lit bunker, Lark searched with no luck.

Sky leaned down and scanned the floor for a sign of a tiny phone. He let out a puff of breath as he realized before she did that her phone probably fell out before he entered his home. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his own phone, a rather dated design with modular buttons and a small screen, a billboard-sized device.

“It’s fine. I’ll text him.” The giant said calmly as he flipped open the keyboard and typed on it. Lark stopped her searching and looked up at him, even more astonished at seeing the enormous gadget.

“...I, oh… you don’t have to, I’m sure mine’s around here somewhere…” Lark said as she watched him tap the buttons.

“I got it. He’s probably worried about you.” Sky said as he glanced down at the curious little woman at his foot. “You look exhausted. You can stay here for the night, if you’d like.”

Lark’s eyes were wide. “Stay… here?” She said rather quietly, looking around the enormous bunker. It was very dark, except for two rod light fixtures on either side of the room. She could barely make out a row of cabinets, a sink, and a table with two chairs from her position on the floor of a giant kitchenette. The rest of the interior went on further, but the lights didn’t illuminate that far.

“Yeah. I can’t really bring you anywhere right now, not at this time of night. And roads don’t come up to my place, so if you have a ride… they’d have to walk quite a ways.” Sky said as he slowly swung his leg away from Lark and took off his remaining shoe. He stayed seated on the floor as he looked down at the confused little human on the concrete.

“I… well, that’s… very kind of you.” Lark said, still in shock. Admittedly, she didn’t quite plan for what she would do after apologizing to the giant. Especially not at 1 AM.

Sky nodded at the polite little woman. “Yeah, it’s no worry. Sorry for scaring you earlier, by the way. If I had known that you never met a titan before, I wouldn’t have gone for a handshake.” The giant chuckled, flexing his feet in his socks.

Lark realized she was still sitting on the cold floor as Sky apologized to her. She stood up suddenly, shaking her head with an embarrassed blush. “N-no, it’s fine! It’s uh, it’s more of a me thing. I’m not sure what came over me… I just thought for sure you were going to… grab me.” She bit her lip.

Sky raised an eyebrow at her. “Oh?” He mused as he leaned closer to the shy woman. “Don’t like the thought of being in my hand?”

“Ah… t-the thought didn’t even occur to me. I just saw something big coming towards me…” Lark gasped as she again stared up at the looming giant. She could tell that he was amused by the situation, and she did her best to hide her fears. The sheer height of him just sitting down was dizzying to her.

“Hmm. You know, I’m so used to humans being… used to me.” Sky rumbled as he tilted his head at the tiny woman standing on his floor. “So I don’t want to traumatize you, Lark. Are you going to be okay if I stand up?” The giant said as he nodded towards the wall behind him. “I need to turn on the lights.”

Lark was quite thankful that Sky was so accommodating. She almost forgot what she was even scared of, until he mentioned standing up. She looked down at her own feet, then up at him, realizing that she would be at ground level, looking up at a towering titan over 100 feet tall when standing.

She started to feel dizzy at the thought of it, but it’s not like she could tell him what to do in his own house. Lark nodded and brought her hands up to her chest nervously.

“O-of course. I’ll be okay.” She lied, thoughts racing as she scrambled to mentally prepare herself for what was coming.

Sky took her words at face value and slowly stood up, drawing his towering legs towards him as he rocked forward and planted his heels on the ground under him. His titanic form was now hunched over Lark, who didn’t dare move from her place on the vast concrete floor.

Sky couldn’t help but smile to himself as he looked down at Lark, who couldn’t peel her eyes off of him. Even from his lofty position he could tell that her eyes were as blue as his, wide and wavering in his shadow.

The world shrank as Sky slowly rose up on his legs, standing at his full 130 foot height, nearly reaching the ceiling of the enormous interior of the bunker. Though he stood still, Lark could feel the weight of him through the ground. Micro-tremors pulsed underneath her as the giant’s mass settled onto his heels, and she felt her head spinning, spinning, until everything was black.

When she awoke, she was no longer on a hard, concrete surface. Lark groggily lifted her head, feeling her body sink into something soft.

She had been laying on Sky’s bed, tucked neatly under a blanket. More specifically, she was on one of his pillows, and beside her rested the giant himself on the other side of the massive bed.

“...Sky?” Lark said as she sat up, cheeks reddening as she looked at the massive, sleeping face of the titan. He was resting with his head on his forearms, still dressed in his jeans and hoodie as he laid on his stomach, facing the pillow that Lark was placed onto.

Lark leaned forward, studying his sleeping face. He looked as if he had just nodded off, though she had no idea how long she was out for. She stiffened up as she realized that he must have picked her up and carried her here after she fell unconscious. Her heart fluttered as she imagined how that might have gone, him bending down and plucking her off the floor with those massive fingers.

The woman bit her lip as she glanced around her, utterly dwarfed by the giant’s pillow. Much like a wedding ring in the middle of a silken cushion, her entire being was encompassed by soft, white fabric. She couldn’t imagine a bigger bed, save for the actual mattress Sky himself was laying on adjacent to her.

Suddenly, the giant’s eyes blinked open, and an immediate look of relief came upon him when he saw Lark sitting up, awake.

“Oh, thank god.” He said as he raised his head up to look at her. “I wasn’t sure how long you were gonna be out for.”

Lark’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the no-longer slumbering giant beside her. His face was close, very close. She could almost feel the warmth of his body emanating off of him.

“I… did I pass out?” Lark asked.

“Yeah. About oh… 20 minutes ago.” Sky said as he glanced at the clock. “I’m sorry, I had to pick you up to bring you here. I couldn’t just leave you on the floor.”

Lark bit her lip and looked to the side. With the main light on inside the bunker, she could see more of Sky’s place. The inside looked like a large-scale studio apartment, built with industrial-grade concrete and rebar. Not exactly homey, but at least the bed was comfortable.

“It’s okay… thank you, Sky...” Lark said as she turned back to face him. As she looked up at his hulking face, she remembered why she blacked out in the first place. “Ugh…” Lark groaned as she pinched the bridge of her nose. This giant must really think she is hopeless.

Sky let out a short laugh. “Do you have vertigo?” He asked as he tilted his head at her. “You looked up at me and just… kept going. Fell flat on your back. Would have had a nasty bump if I didn’t fix it.”

“I might have vertigo.. that would explain a lot.” Lark replied. “Wait, what do you mean ‘fix it’?”

“When I picked you up, I healed your head.” Sky said matter-of-factually. “Yeah, I don’t know how it works, either. I can heal humans by my touch.” The giant shrugged, then covered his mouth as he yawned.

“Huh…” Lark mumbled as she watched him yawn. She felt herself tire as well, and couldn’t help but yawn in succession.

“I think it’s time for bed. Is this comfortable enough for you?” Sky smiled as he nodded to the pillow that surrounded her little body.

Lark blinked and looked around. She certainly was comfortable, but this meant that she’d be sharing a bed with a titan. “I… yeah… is this okay?” She blurted. “S-sharing a bed?” Her face blushed.

“It’s hardly sharing a bed. You’re on my pillow.” Sky rumbled as he leaned to the side, pulled the blanket out from under him and shimmied underneath it. “Not like you take up space, you know. Don’t worry… I won’t bother you. I’ll stay on my side.” The giant grunted as he rolled over to the other end of the bed and settled under the covers.

Lark was too tired to argue. She was quite comfortable on the giant’s pillow, covered by the thick edge of a huge blanket. It had been such a long night of travel, partying, and riding in a giant’s shoe. Sky’s gentle yet assertive way of speaking gave Lark no reason to complain; she was just happy to have a safe place to rest after a night of drinking.

“O-okay!” Lark peeped as Sky reached over to the bedside lamp and switched it off. Suddenly the room was almost completely dark, and only the sound of Sky’s breathing reminded her that she wasn’t alone.

“Goodnight.” The giant rumbled, and Lark replied back with a hasty “Night!” before settling down under the covers. Sky rolled onto his side, his enormous back facing Lark. He had shared his bed with humans before, so the situation didn’t bother him. In his mind, as long as he stayed still while laying on the bed, she would be safe from getting crushed.

Lark, on the other hand, found it difficult to sleep. As comfortable as the gigantic pillow was for her, she couldn’t get over the fact that she was in bed with a giant man. She glanced over at his hulking, sleeping form, and sighed wistfully. She laid her head back and looked at the far away ceiling, longing for her own room that wasn’t so vastly oversized. The huge underground room was cold, even with the blanket covering her.

The woman shivered as the night went on. Sky seemed to be in a peaceful sleep, completely unmoving aside from the swelling of his breaths in his enormous lungs. His massive body did not seem bothered by the chill of the air, much unlike the little human on his pillow.

Lark, unable to sleep or to get warm, decided to crawl closer to the giant. She figured it would be warmer, though how close she was daring to get was still to be determined. The shivering little human slid off of one pillow and started climbing onto the next one, upon which rested Sky’s head.

In the darkness, Lark could make out the large, dark form of the back of the giant’s head. His sleek, black hair was hard to make out in the darkness, but it looked soft and warm; perfect for Lark to snuggle into.

The woman hesitated, however. As she scooted closer to Sky’s head, she looked up at the top of his skull, which was easily twice her height. Though he hadn’t moved at all tonight, what would become of her if he rolled onto his back? She’d be completely smothered, flattened against the pillow.

Lark nervously glanced around, scooting backwards to see more of the massive man. Any other part of his body would be just as dangerous to cuddle up against. She tried to imagine the best place to be on the sleeping giant; there had to be a place for her to get warm and also be safe from getting crushed.

As she was brainstorming the next step, she was startled when Sky suddenly spoke.

“Are you cold?” He rumbled without turning his head.

Lark scooted herself backwards. Was he awake this entire time? Or perhaps her small self woke up the giant by pitter-pattering around his head?

Regardless, she replied with a resigned “...yeah.” It was late, she was tired, and frankly had enough of scuttling on the oversized bed.

Sky smiled to himself. He had a hunch that Lark would eventually scoot her way closer to him overnight. As timid as she was around him, at least this meant that she wasn’t as terrified as their initial meeting.

The giant kept still as he reached up to his shoulder, bringing his hand into view of the little human beside his head. He beckoned her with his finger as he spoke. “Come on over here.”

Lark stared at his huge hand, fingers draped across his wide shoulder and steep neck above her head. Did he really intend for her to climb over him? His mountainous frame? The small woman opted to skirt around his huge head instead. Sky waited patiently for his little friend to make her way to his front, wobbling her way along the indents of the pillow. He laid still on his side and soon the blonde woman stepped in front of his vision, pushing her way past the fringe of his hair.

The two made eye contact for a moment, and Lark awkwardly looked away, taking in the length of his body laid out before her. His frame seemed even more vast, covered in an enormous, thick blanket.

“I’m sorry, I guess it is pretty cold in here for a human.” The titan uttered as he lifted his head up, adjusting his view so he could see her more clearly. “I just wasn’t sure how close you’d want to be to me.”

Lark hugged her shoulders as she stood under the giant’s gaze. She looked down at her feet as he spoke to her. “No, I appreciate it. Honestly, you’re… a lot more accommodating than I expected you to be. Like… not only are you huge, but you’re so… popular? It’s like all the people here know you, and here I am… a total stranger in your house.” She said quietly, unable to look the titan in the eye as she spoke.

Sky couldn’t help but chuckle. This was the closest look he had of Lark so far, and to him, she was quite cute. He liked her shy personality, even if it meant going slower with her than the usual humans he interacted with.

“Aww. I’m not really that popular, humans just like to be around titans.” Sky smirked at her. “Well, some do. Are you still scared of me?” His blue eyes were focused on the little human on his pillow.

“I… I don’t think so.” Lark said, still averting her gaze.

“Then…” Sky chuckled. “… feel free to come closer, and get warm.” The giant said softly as he raised his arm and gestured to himself.

Lark finally looked up to see the titan gesturing to his huge body, and her cheeks flushed. It was as if he was offering himself to her as a luxurious, heated bed.

“Um… ah…” She stammered, hesitating at the sight of his vast being. Where to even begin? She felt so vulnerable before him, and yet he was just laying there, presenting his huge and warm body. Her arms gripped her shoulders tighter in hesitancy.

“It’s okay. Just think of me as a big teddy bear.” The giant giggled and lowered his head back down on the pillow, watching her in amusement.

Lark nodded slightly, daring to take a step closer. She eyed his face, his chest, both so broad and imposing. If he truly was a giant stuffed bear, this would be no problem. But the fact that he was indeed a towering titan of a man made it hard for her to picture it.

Sky could see her hesitating, and had to stop himself from reaching out and pulling her close. He could tell that she wanted so badly to huddle up to him and warm her little body up, but having never encountered a titan so close before… perhaps she didn’t even know where to begin.

“Do you want a suggestion?” Sky asked her softly. “Crook of the neck.” The giant smiled as he tilted his chin to reveal his neck to the little human. “You can also just crawl into my shirt collar from there.” He patted the base of his neck invitingly.

Lark’s face got even more red as he did so. Never did she expect herself to be so close to a giant; even though she was really just getting warm, to her it was becoming something more than that.

“O-oh, um… okay.” She peeped and slowly made her way closer to the giant man’s neck. He was wearing a black hooded sweatshirt, with a thick collar that hugged his neck and kept it very warm. Admittedly it all looked so comfortable, and Lark’s exhaustion and lack of warmth made her stumble forward and lean against Sky’s throat.

All was quiet as Sky practically held his breath, keeping himself still as his tiny friend adjusted her position. Lark’s curious little fingers touched his bare neck as she sighed happily, feeling his body heat permeate her senses. A smile crept on the giant’s lips, the fluttering of her bashful self against his sensitive throat made his chest warm.

“You’re so small…” The giant uttered in a breathy tone, mostly to himself. But Lark’s proximity to his larynx made her jolt.

“Excuse me…?” She squeaked, feeling the gentle rush of his breaths through his neck upon which she rested her head.

“I just. I dunno. You’re really small.” Sky uttered, her little body against his neck making him acutely aware of their difference in size.

“Are… are you just now realizing that, Sky?” Lark half-laughed, feeling very sleepy. His gentle breaths were very soothing to her ears.

“Kinda.” Sky said as he smiled and pulled his blanket up closer to his chin. “As much as when I picked you up off the floor earlier when you were an unconscious ragdoll.”

Lark’s eyes widened at his words. She suddenly imagined how she must have looked, limply draped across the giant man’s palm. The fact that she wasn’t even awake for that gave her mixed feelings.

“Ah…” She muttered, feeling her cheeks continue to warm. She was glad at least that he did pick her up, or else she wouldn’t be with him on his bed.

Sky giggled at her shy response. “I hope you can get some sleep at least. It’s really late.”

“I know… I’m really tired, but… I guess cuddling a giant is too interesting for me to fall asleep.” Lark admitted, taking care not to move around too much and tickle him.

“Aww. Well I couldn’t just let you freeze.” The titan chuckled. “I’m glad you snuck your way in here, though. Still not sure it was the best idea but...all things considered, I appreciate that you were so dedicated to setting things right.” Sky said sleepily. “Not that I was upset or anything to begin with, but I was hoping to get to know you after Jung introduced you to me. Especially after he told me that you’re new here.”

Lark listened to him speak, blushing a little when she realized that he was interested in her in some sort of way. She grabbed the collar of his hoodie and pulled it closer to her, pressing her back into his neck for warmth.

“Do you… bring humans into your bed often?” She asked timidly.

“Sometimes.” Sky chuckled, tucking his chin down and touching the top of her head with the bottom of his jaw. “It’s nice to have a little snuggle buddy. I’ve accepted the fact that being a titan means essentially becoming a warm bed for tinies.”

Lark giggled. This giant really was like a big teddy bear. She couldn’t believe she was scared of him before.

“Tinies… is that what you call us?” She asked softly, feeling her fatigue getting to her.

“Mmm, yeah, collectively you’re all just tiny little things. Tinies. It makes sense to me.” The giant yawned. “But tonight, you’re my tiny.” Sky uttered to the shy little woman in his collar.

Lark’s face, previously pink, suddenly turned red. His words of possessiveness caught her off guard.

“I… uh…” She stammered, gripping the edge of his collar tight. Never had she felt so small in her life. Despite being shorter in height than most people, the difference in size was nothing compared to this man’s mountainous form.

“Sorry, I’m mostly kidding.” The giant laughed. “I don’t want you to think that I’m trapping you here. I am enjoying your company, though.” Sky said as he reached up and stroked the edge of his collar beneath Lark.

“I-I am too…” She replied, feeling the rustle of his finger against the fabric. She took note of how careful he was being with her, especially with his hands. “This is all just so new to me… but I’m having a good time.”

“I’m glad… you know, I don’t know if you have any plans after the morning, but you can hang out with me if you want.” The giant uttered to the tiny human snuggled against him. “I got nothing going on. And again… you don’t take up much room in here.”

Lark gripped the end of his collar tightly as he spoke. She was having a hard time believing her luck. After having traveled all day to get to Horizon City per Jung’s request just to meet a titan at the party, only to end up in his massive bed with him at 2 in the morning. And now that he was asking her to stay longer, she had no reason to refuse.

“Wow, uh… that would be… that’s very nice of you, Sky.” She stammered.

“It’s no problem.” The giant rumbled sleepily. “Knowing Jung, I’m sure he’ll be busy anyways.”

“Yeah… admittedly it was his idea to get in your sneaker after the party.” Lark bit her lip, recalling their conversation after her exuberant friend found her in the bathroom.

“Of course. I knew it.” Sky sighed with knowing smile. “He would be the type to convince someone to climb my shoe. He’s done it himself multiple times.”

“Really? Yeah, that seems like him… but I don’t even really know what he does for work...” Lark peeped from the giant’s collar.

“Oh, he just… gets to know titans in ways most people wouldn’t.” The giant rumbled in amusement. Sky was surprised that his little friend hadn’t fallen asleep, yet.

“Wha…” Lark yawned, feeling her eyelids flutter, too tired to comprehend his words. She fought herself to stay awake, but the comforting heat of Sky’s neck coupled with his soft sweatshirt collar and rumbling breaths practically lulled her to sleep.

“I think it’s time for bed.” Sky chuckled as he slowly reached his fingers up towards his collar. “Are you comfortable where you’re at?” He asked the sleepy little person huddled against his neck.

“Mm… I am…” Lark mumbled as she glanced up at the vast expanse of the giant man’s neck. She couldn’t imagine a more pleasing amount of warm body heat around her, coupled with an endless expanse of clothing to snuggle into.

“Well… I’m not. I’m gonna roll onto my back, so just stay put.” The titan said softly as he pushed the tips of his fingers into his shirt collar where Lark was tucked into, gently securing her in place as he carefully angled himself from his position on his side to his back.

Lark blushed as she was gently but firmly held in place against the giant’s neck. Soon she was laying directly on top of him, rather than leaning against that expansive wall of flesh. She laid there, frozen in place, hearing Sky’s breaths rush through his windpipe as he sighed in satisfaction.

“Alright… that’s better. You just get yourself comfortable… I won’t move.” The titan rumbled as he laid his head back on the pillow and draped his arms across his stomach. Ideally he would have laid like this in the first place, after picking up the little human and placing them on his chest. But Lark was different… she seemed to have an aversion to those giant hands of his. Though it was tricky, Sky had no problem changing the way he interacted with Lark. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her, and to him, having her snuggled under his collar without picking her up was a job well done.

Lark’s tired eyes started to close. The giant’s words reassured her that she would be safe, and it had been such a long night. She reached down and grasped Sky’s jacket collar and pulled it up to her chin as she settled down on his neck and drifted to sleep without another word, pacified by the sounds of his low, deep heartbeat.

The two of them slept peacefully. As Sky promised, he slept on his back through the night, and by morning, Lark was still snuggled up where she fell asleep. The titan was the first to awaken, blue eyes flitting awake in the dark bunker.

“Mmm…” he mumbled as he blinked himself awake. He became aware of the tiny, warm body in his jacket collar, and realized that Lark was still sound asleep in the crook of his neck.

Sky smiled warmly and laid his head back gently. His chest rose and fell as he breathed, allowing himself a little more time to wake before turning the light on by his bed. He glanced down, trying to get a look at Lark. He could feel her tucked under his shirt, just above his collarbone, where his throat was softest… not moving, still very much asleep. The titan couldn’t see her from his point of view, as much as he tried.

He was quite pleased that she was still sleeping. The giant reached over slowly and flicked on his light, then decided to get up. Sky reached up to his collar and picked up the edge of it, folding it lightly on top of Lark. He pushed his fingers into her from the outside of the fabric and pinned her in place as he sat up on his bed.

Lark made a soft little noise as he did this, but still did not wake. Her tiny hands balled into fists and she nuzzled her face into Sky’s neck, which made the giant smile. He found her to be quite cute when she was asleep. His fingertips gently pushed against her middle, the two of them nearly half of her size.

The titan swung his legs over and stood up, feeling the need to stretch. However, with one hand keeping Lark in place, he could only alternate between the two arms as he raised one over his head, then replaced his hold on her in his collar before stretching the other one.

Sky then walked over to his countertop, which was quite bare. In fact, the giant did not have for himself food or dishes or silverware of any kind. He did, however, keep an array of human food on hand for his tiny guests.

The massive man kept his hold on Lark in his shirt as he bent down and glanced at what was essentially a miniature kitchen on the expansive countertop; fully functional with a fridge, stove, and cabinets.

“I wonder if I have anything that’s good…” Sky muttered as he peeked into the little fridge, spying some eggs, a carton of milk, and various condiments. He would have loved to cook breakfast for his little human friend before she woke up, but the ingredients were simply too small for him to handle. With eggs the size of pinheads, there would be nothing left of them if he decided to crack them between his fingers.

As he was looking over the miniature space, it was then that Lark finally stirred awake. Completely covered up by the giant’s collar, the little human awoke in darkness. Confused, she pushed out at the cloth surrounding her, feeling Sky’s enormous fingers on the outside securing her in place.

Oh, right. She was in a giant’s shirt. She had nearly forgotten this glaring detail, but just hearing the man’s deep breaths around her brought it to her attention.

“S-Sky?” Lark squeaked, flailing in the darkness of his hoodie. She was completely covered up, unable to see what was going on.

Sky glanced down and instinctively removed his hand from the collar, giving her room to breathe. “Hey, Lark… woop!” The giant exclaimed suddenly as the tiny woman, unaware quite yet that he was standing, started to slip down underneath his hoodie.

Lark let out a yelp of surprise as she slipped down, quite quickly, past the giant’s chest. The light above her disappeared as she was enveloped in layers of clothing, trapped between Sky’s hoodie and t-shirt. She felt like she could fall endlessly along the titan’s expansive body, but eventually a solid object came down upon her and halted her descent.

Sky clapped his hand against his belly, stifling a laugh as Lark nearly managed to tumble halfway down his jacket before he caught her. “Geeze!” He uttered as he cupped his hand around the wiggling little woman under his shirt. “I got you…”

Lark’s eyes were wide. “T-That’s one way to wake up…” She squeaked as she flipped herself upright, steadying herself by bracing against the titan’s stomach. Her heart pounded in her chest.

“You okay?” Sky asked as he held her in place, not daring to move. The last thing he needed was for her to fall further down and come out of the bottom of his shirt.

“Yeah… uh…” Lark uttered as she looked around. “How do I get out of here?” She asked timidly,

mind racing as she realized she was pinned in place.

“That won’t be a problem. As long as you let me hold you…” Sky said as he looked down at his middle. He kept his hand in place, doing his best to keep Lark calm. After all, she was quite literally trapped in his jacket.

“Oh… um, that’s fine.” The tiny woman could feel her heart pounding as she leaned forward against Sky’s stomach and gripped his shirt fabric. She wondered if the titan could feel her own, tiny heart, nearly jumping out of her skin.

He could, and the woman’s nervousness put him on edge. He took a deep breath to steady himself as he carefully reached under his shirt with his other hand, cupping it below Lark. He removed his other hand and let the little human drop down and land in his bare palm.

And just like that, Lark was in the hand of a giant. She tumbled down shortly and landed on her rear in the middle of a man’s hand that was easily twice her size. Her breath caught in her throat as Sky removed his hand from under his jacket and held her out in front of him. The giant looked down at her tentatively, watching her movements closely.

“… there you go.” Sky uttered cautiously, holding her as steady as he could. The little woman in his hand felt so warm, so light. One precious little life.

Lark shuddered, looking up at Sky. His chest filled her vision, a massive wall of a body spanning before her. Yet beneath her, the man’s hand was steady. The woman’s hands gripped Sky’s palm as she glanced around her, with the giant’s fingers at her back and his enormous thumb beside her.

She was utterly speechless. This weightless sensation, her entire being suspended in the air, held aloft effortlessly by this titanic being… it was overwhelming, to put it lightly.

“U-uhhh…” She shuddered, blue eyes as wide as dinner plates as her whole self was laid out before the massive man, who eyed her closely. She had spent the night sleeping on top of him, and yet… in his hand, all she could feel was small.

“It’s alright.” Sky uttered suddenly, making Lark jolt. “I won’t drop you.” His face softened as he brought his other hand up and cupped it underneath, securing his hold even more.

Lark bit her lip as she took in his words. His gentle, reassuring words… though she wasn’t even sure if that was what she was afraid of, or if she was truly afraid at all.

“It’s just… you’re so big…” The woman uttered as she covered her face in her hands. She was starting to feel faint again, just taking in the sight of Sky from his palm.

“I am…” Sky said in agreement, peering at the nervous little lady. “Does it scare you?” He asked, unsure of what kind of response he was expecting. She was clearly apprehensive about the whole situation.

Lark peeked out at him through her fingers. His face, though gigantic, was gentle. He looked as though he enjoyed holding her in his hands, despite her uneasiness.

“Well… no…” She uttered, gazing up at the titan. “I’m not really sure what to think, to be honest… I’m not scared, I’m just… wow.” Lark said with uncertainty. “Like… you’re just holding me... everything I am fits in the palm of your hand.”

Sky tilted his head at her curiously. “Oh? I suppose that’s true…” the titan moved her closer to his face, cupping her in his hands softly. “But that’s just what it is… you’re like a little treasure.” The giant said quietly, unable to stop himself from smiling at his own mushy words.

Lark stared at him as he spoke, feeling rather touched by what he said. “A treasure…?” She uttered softly as she returned his gaze, feeling her chest flutter. She couldn’t quite tell if this was the titan’s way of flirting, or if he meant it more literally. Nevertheless, as he lifted her up closer to his face, Lark couldn’t stop herself from blushing. She just hoped that she was too small for him to notice it on her cheeks.

Sky could feel her tense up in his hand as he said this. He let out an awkward chuckle as he narrowed his gaze. “Y-yeah. Something delicate, yet priceless. You being so small only makes it… makes you more of a precious little thing.” The giant rumbled as he attempted to explain his choice of words.

Lark’s face flushed even more. It was clear that the titan had a fondness for her and her tiny self. She averted her gaze now, looking down at her feet as she fiddled with her fingers in the giant’s palm.

Sky could see how shy she was getting, and he couldn’t help himself from smiling. He brought her even closer to his face, studying her features. Her bright golden hair was cut short, but it came down around her cheeks and framed her face. She was small, with thin arms and legs. She looked to be shorter than a typical adult, as much as Sky could tell. And her shyness made her all the more adorable to behold, the way her blue eyes fluttered as she looked down at her feet and up at his face.

The titan tilted his head at her, his own bright blue eyes seemed to glow on their own. Lark returned his gaze shyly, tensing up as he stared at her.

“You’re cute.” Sky said to her suddenly, and Lark’s fingers immediately gripped into the giant’s palm.

“Wh… huh?” Lark stammered, feeling her face flush even more red. “I am… I mean… you think so?”

Sky nodded, closing his eyes as he did so. He gazed at her fondly, the adorable little woman in his hand. “Yes. You’re adorable.” The giant chuckled.

Lark was speechless. Never in her life did she think she would be in this situation, held so close to a giant man’s face, complimented by him. As she dared to look back at him, she realized Sky was rather cute, too.

She fiddled with her fingers a little longer, speechless. She wasn’t sure if she should accept his compliment as it was, or assume that this was him coming-on to her.

“So…” Sky said as he looked directly at the little woman in his hand. “First off, you should give me your number, so I can call your phone and help you find it again.” The titan quirked his brow at her. “Secondly, you should give me your number anyways. If you want. I’m thinking we go out for lunch later, what do you say?”

Lark bit her lip as she looked up at the giant. She had completely forgotten about her lost phone in the midst of all… this.

“Y-yeah… I would like that, Sky.” She said, blushing, still not quite comprehending all of this completely. Did she really pull a titan by being a ditz who literally fell down his shirt? The giant smiled, blue eyes shining with delight at her response. He then leaned forward and stretched out his cupped hand, showing his little lady friend the human-sized kitchen on his countertop.

“Great! Feel free to make yourself breakfast, though.” Sky said as he tilted his palm so Lark could step off of it. “How are you feeling, by the way? Sleep well?” The giant asked as he peered at her and the tiny kitchen.

Lark stepped off Sky’s hand and looked around the countertop kitchen. She was amazed that he would even think to have such a thing installed in his house.

“I’m good, actually… I thought maybe I’d have a hangover this morning but… maybe sleeping on a titan fixed that.” Lark replied to Sky half-jokingly as she peered into the fridge.

“You’re right about that. I can heal you just by touching you.” Sky beamed as he leaned over and watched Lark look around the kitchen.

Lark looked back at the giant, then touched the back of her head. He was right, she had almost completely forgotten that she had fainted last night and hit her head on the floor. Sky must have taken care of it quick enough for her to even remember getting hurt after passing out.

“That’s really handy, I gotta say… does it work for everything? Like, hereditary diseases?” Lark asked him curiously as she took out a loaf of bread and some butter.

“Um. I’d have to test that. You don’t happen to have any hereditary diseases, do you Lark?” The giant had to stifle a laugh as he asked her.

“No… I don’t think so.” Lark giggled as she made herself a plain piece of bread with butter to munch on. She was too excited to eat much else.

“That’s good… well, once we find your phone, I should get you back to your hotel so you can freshen up, huh?” The giant said as he leaned in close to Lark, a big smile on his face as she stood beside the fridge and clutched her bread with wide eyes. “If you will let me hold you, that is.” He winked at her.

Lark stared up at the giant’s face, feeling the warmth of his breath as he leaned close to her. She nodded at him, taking another bite of her breakfast. “Mmhm! T-that’s no problem.” The little woman said bravely to her 130 foot tall date.

She knew this was going to be the most memorable first date she’ll ever have.

#story #sfw giant/tiny #giant tiny #sona #sky #lark #took me forever to finish this. mostly cause I had no idea what I was doing #I just wanted cute nervous human interacting with friendly giant #and well! might continue it with their date

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Novelty Mugs

Poly!Sinclairs x Hinge!GN!Reader

Surprise, one day two posts! Louisiana has some remarkable thunderstorms, and the Sinclairs have a family tradition. Consider this the cosmic balance to the angst I posted earlier, some delicious cozy fluff.

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No content warnings, just poly Sinclair cuddles. If you'd like your very own Louisiana thunderstorm to play while you read this, here is the one I listened to while I wrote it.

You were awakened by the loudest booming sound you’d ever heard.

It shook the house. It sent vibrations through the marrow in your bones. It startled you so thoroughly awake that you nearly pissed yourself, heart rate skyrocketing, fight-or-flight response on a hair trigger. And it continued, diminishing to a growl but not dissipating, hanging in the air like a threat.

The dark of your room was disorienting and the fact that the sound persisted had every hair on your body standing on end.

“Bo!” you called, fighting panic. “Hey, Bo!”

He burst through your door exactly three seconds later, wielding a baseball bat. “Who’s gonna die? What’s wrong, darlin’?”

You were wide-eyed. “Do you hear that sound?” Your room lit up in a blinding violet-white flash. The booming crescendoed again, and it hadn’t been a product of your sleep-addled mind: the very frame of the house trembled.

It was a thunderstorm, obviously, but in spite of yourself, you tensed up into a ball, pulling the covers up to your chin.

Bo let the bat drop. “What’s the matter, you never heard thunder before?”

“Not like that!”

“Huh.” He grinned as the lighting flashed again. “Welcome to Louisiana, darlin’.”

You looked up at the roof. “Is the house going to be okay?”

“House’ll be fine. I can’t believe this is your first thunderstorm with us.”

“It’s so damn loud.”

“Sure is.” He mussed his hair. “C’mon. Let’s go sit on the porch.”

“Are you insane?”

“What, you gonna sleep?” He had a point. “C’mon. Bring your blanket. Betcha Les and Jonesy are already down there.”

You slid out of bed, wrapping your favorite blanket around yourself, shoulders still tucked up to your ears. Bo stood in the doorway and waited for you. You put an arm around his back, wrapping him in the blanket along with you, and he led you down the hall.

When he flicked the switch for the light above the stairs, nothing happened. “Power’s out,” he said. “Usually goes out in storms, ‘specially big ones. We got a backup genny if we need it. Watch your step.” You let him get a few steps ahead of you, then put your hand on his shoulder to guide yourself down the stairs.

The kitchen and living room were aglow with candles. Vincent stepped out of the kitchen, no mask, hair loose and wavy in the humidity, wearing pajama pants and a victim’s college sweatshirt. “Hey Vince,” you mumbled.

“Someone's a thunderstorm virgin,” Bo said.

You rolled your eyes. “I’ve seen a thunderstorm before, I’m just – ” The thunder clapped again and you flinched like you’d been struck. “This is insane!”

Vincent cracked a smile. “I think it’s nice.”

“I’m happy for you.” You pulled your blanket over your head like a cloak.

Bo put his arm around you. “Let’s go watch. Vince, you makin’ hot chocolate?” His twin nodded. “Perfect.” He coaxed you to the front door. A blast of warm, wet air made you squint when he pulled it open.

“Bo….”

“G’on.” He took hold of your blanket and tugged you outside onto the porch. Sure enough, Lester was curled up on the porch swing wrapped in a quilt, with Jonesy at his feet and a dim lantern beside her. The dog lifted her head off her paws as you approached.

“Hey, sweet pea,” Lester said. “Did y’see the storm?”

“Yeah, it’s literally impossible to miss.” You crossed the porch to sit next to him, cringing prematurely when the lightning strobed.

“What’sa matter?”

“I don’t – ” The thunder rumbled over you. You pursed your lips in irritation. “I don’t know about this!”

Lester inched to his left to make room for Bo on your other side. “What’s there to know about it? It’s a big storm, we sit ‘n watch it.”

“Watch it do what, tear the town apart?”

“Sometimes,” Lester said, right as Bo said, “Not usually.”

“I’m getting mixed signals.”

“Sometimes we get a little floodin’ from the river down in town,” Lester said.

“But not up here,” Bo added. “We’re high up, darlin’, plenty safe.” He put his arm around you and Lester leaned his head against yours.

Remarkably, the porch stayed dry. It was situated on the leeward side of the house, sheltered from the wind. Even so, the windchimes hanging in the corner were jangling out of control.

“That’s gotta stop or I’m gonna lose it,” Bo muttered. He stood up and walked over, unhooked the chimes and set them down against the house.

“Bo, you’re not wearing pants. Aren’t you cold?”

“Nah, feels good.” He came back and sat down. “You can sit in my lap if you’re so worried about it.” You elbowed him through your blanket.

Each flicker of lightning lit Ambrose up in shades of black and pale. Between flashes, the sky glowed faintly with a sourceless purple light. The trees were just barely darker in silhouette against it. The thunder truly never ceased, merely rose and fell like the snoring of some immense beast. The rain pounded in waves on the roof and it created a curtain of sound above and around you. Sandwiched safe and warm between the eldest and youngest Sinclair, you had to admit, it was a sight to behold.

Vincent stepped onto the porch holding two mismatched mugs, one patterned with a variety of fish and the other shaped like a mushroom.

“Oh my god, Vincent, I’m so sorry, do you need help?” You leaned forward. He shook his head and handed you and Lester each a mug.

“I want the mushroom,” Lester said. You traded him.

Vincent disappeared back inside and returned with two more mugs of hot chocolate. He handed Bo the one with a chipmunk holding a wrench and wearing a shirt that said “I love nuts” and kept the hot pink “#girlboss” for himself.

“Here,” you said, standing up unsteadily in your blanket cocoon. “Take my spot.”

“Where are you gonna sit?” Les asked.

“On Vincent’s lap.”

“Fuckin’ rude,” Bo said into his mug.

Vincent sat in the middle and opened his arms for you. You carefully positioned yourself in his lap and wormed your feet under Bo’s thigh to keep them warm.

With your head leaned against Vincent’s chest, you sipped your cocoa and watched the gutter overflow in pretty patterns. Bo pushed the swing gently back and forth with his foot on the ground. The thunder was much less overwhelming when you were tucked so comfortably among family.

Gradually the worst of the storm moved past the house, the lightning nearly ceasing altogether, the thunder reduced in volume to a gentle growl. The rain continued with abandon as you sat in the darkness.

The low, constant hum, the steady rocking, the warmth in your belly all conspired against you and before you knew it, you were nodding off in Vincent’s arms. He took your mug, passed it to Bo, who set it on the ground.

When the storm at last had all but faded, Vincent woke you with a string of kisses across your brow. Sleepy, you stood and let him guide you inside.

Someone had dragged the biggest mattress in the house to the middle of the living room floor and piled it with bedding. Lester was dead asleep on the far side of the mattress, snoring, nothing but his hair peeking out from his blanket. Bo sprawled beside him, staring at the ceiling with his arms behind his head.

“We always used to sleep together during storms when we were kids,” he murmured. “Figured you should get the full experience.”

You sank onto the mattress and curled into his side. “’S good,” you mumbled. You felt Vincent’s weight behind you. “I like storms.”

“Hear that, Vin? We got a convert.”

You heard the puff of Vincent blowing out the last remaining candle, and with that, you slipped back into a warm and peaceful sleep.

#poly sinclairs #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #slasher x reader #my writing #house of wax

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Mine: 1

A/N: HI guys! This is my first time posting a fic of any kind! I hope you enjoy it. Y/N is a Slytherin, Y/N uses He/They/She pronouns Y/N is AFAB (Assigned Female At Birth)

Summary: Y/N and Mattheo have been hooking when they see each other at parties, this party goes differently.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, drugs, sexual themes, and angst.

Word count: 1,175.

[Name] walks into the party in the Room of Requirement, the room looks how it usually did on a Saturday night party; trashed, a bar with all kinds of alcohol to mix together. The room was dark, despite the flashing purple, green, and white strobe lights that moved different directions and flashed different times to the songs. [Name] is only there for one thing, really. Mattheo Riddle. She spotted him with his regulars. Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire, and Draco Malfoy. They’re talking, passing a joint on a couch. Through the beaming lights [Name] made eye contact with Mattheo. He takes a rip of the joint, the boy with black curly hair then opens his mouth, letting the smoke almost escape before sucking it back in. It’s… sickeningly hot.

[Name] walks to the bar, asking the bartender for a Glasgow Punch. Turning his back from the other Slytherin. Though, Mattheo didn’t waver, taking in what he could see. He looked to have on a mini dress, black velvet, black lace trim on the bottom. The dress was so tight to where there was hardly anything to hide. The stockings look like hell to take off and put back on. They are terribly distressed, not hiding much of the skin that seemed to shine through them. His thoughts ran right to their first night together.

“Fuck,” [Name] said, breathily. Their hands found home in Mattheo’s curly locs, kissing their neck, as he was feeling up and down her thighs, pushing the same very black mini dress up. Their lips locked together, [name]’s legs wrapping around Mattheo’s waist.

“Hey, mate, you ok?” Theodore awakened Mattheo from the trance.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” Mattheo quibbed.

[Name] sat at the bar, contemplating what to do at said party, it didn’t seem fun without their always reluctant friend, [Friend name]. He looks around, trying to find something, or someone, to take their mind off of everything. The ghost of Mattheo’s delicate hands roaming his body. He was snapped out of it when he felt someone pick them up off their seat, and set them down.

“What the bloody hell…” [Name] was turning to see a boy in a suit. He slowly tilted his head up to see the face of Cedric Diggory. Who has a shit-eating grin on his face.

“I see you’re here alone,” Cedric took a step back, making space between the two.

“Yeah, [Friend name] wanted to study for an astronomy test,” Spike says, slightly glaring at the taller boy. He went to take his seat back, offering Cedric to sit next to him. He took the offer.

“I noticed you’re early,” Cedric comments, looking at the options for a drink, taking quick glances at Spike.

“Yeah, thought I would be early for a change,” [Name] looked back to where Mattheo was sitting with his friends. Trying to get out of an awkward conversation with a drunk Cedric. Oh, but Mattheo was watching the whole thing. Once their eyes met, Mattheo knew.

[Name] turns to see Cedric smirking at them, a sort of look in his eyes that had no pure intentions, “You wanna dance?”

“Uhm..” [Name] started to look around the room, wanting to find an escape through someone, alas, no one close enough.

“‘Uhm’ isn’t an answer,” He looks [Name] in the eyes, while he takes a swig of his pint.

“Merlin, help me,” [Name] whispered under their breath, putting on a fake smile, “Yeah, we can dance.” [Name] instantly regretted that. Cedric chugged his drink, and pulled [Name] off of the stool.

“Party Monster” by The Weeknd starts to boom over the crowd. [Name]s heart raced. “This isn’t right. I can’t do this. I don’t want this. What the hell am I doing?” [Name] frantically thought, desperately looking for a way out of this predicament she got themself into. Right when he looked forward, he saw Mattheo, blocking Cedric’s way. “Oh merlin,” [Name] almost sighs in relief, when Mattheo snatches you out of Cedric's grip.

While Mattheo, almost harshly, tugged [Name] through the crowd of dancing people. The energy that radiated off of him intimidated [Name]. At that moment they knew [Friend Name] wouldn’t have approved. [Name] couldn’t help but be scared about what might happen when they get out of the Room of Requirement. Once they got out they walked in silence to the Slytherin common room, at a slower pace. All [Name] could do was think about what would happen, what could happen, what he would say, or do.

“Do you like him?” Mattheo spat, breaking the silence, lighting a cigarette. [Name] looked at him in shock. As if the two of them weren’t hooking up almost every party they saw each other at. “I- why would you think that? We’ve been hooking up almost every party we see each other at, and yet you have the audacity to assume that I like my friend?!” [Name] grew angrier at the end of her sentence, making the two stop in their tracks. Mattheo turned around, looking [Name] in the eyes, “Well, you accepted the offer to dance. Didn’t you?” [Name] looks at him in disbelief and laughs, “Do you really think I wanted to dance with anyone else other than you at any of the other parties, including this one?! Merlin, Mattheo,” [Name] begins to pinch his nose bridge. “Do you really think I came to this party without [Friend Name], my best friend, just to get shit-faced, dance with a couple of guys, and then get railed?!” All Mattheo did was turn around to keep stalking to the Slytherin common room.

[Name] scoffs, starting towards the fuming boy. Once they got to the common room, [Name] had so much, yet could only say so little, “You- I- How?” [Name] is interrupted by Mattheo, “You’re mine. Got that? No one else's.” Spike’s eyes widen and his gaze shifts to a look of incredulity, trying to process what was just said to him. “... Yours? Yours? You call me yours, Riddle, yet I can watch you snog a girl in the Three Broomsticks, acting like we didn’t sleep with each other two nights before that. You call me yours, yet you let any girl come and sit in your lap at parties. You- you know what?! If I’m really yours, then you should convince me from going back to that party, and getting with Diggory, just to spite you,” [Name] inched closer throughout the whole thing, shoving Mattheo back, with his pointer finger, to enunciate his irritability.

[Name] exited the Slytherin common room, leaving Mattheo. Instead of heading back to the party, [Name] went to find his best friend. He looked in the Astronomy tower first, spotting [Friend Name], from the silhouette with [hair color], a mess. The tears that had blurred their vision the whole walk from part of the lowest castle, to the highest, their nose sniffling, breaking the silence. [Friend Name] turns, and sees [Name], distraught. Standing up, and going to their friend, “What happened?”

A/N: I hope you guys like it 😭

#mattheo riddle #mattheo x y/n #mattheo x reader #mattheo riddle x reader #Mattheo Riddle angst #angst #harry potter fanfiction

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fallouttboy · 9 months

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confetti

sweaty bodies crowd around and scatter like molasses.

the slow movement outwards from the stadium floor,

ushered out the doors by the thousands,

shoulder to shoulder, knee to knee.

being introverted only goes so far,

left behind at the turnstiles,

replaced with vulnerability,

openness,

excitement to wear hearts on sleeves

among thousands of like minds,

like souls.

one group connected in feeling,

primality at its finest,

a newborn cub to a pack of lions.

nature versus nurture versus noise

an eternal battle of the musician.

confetti rains down on people like

the first fall of snow in new york;

the ending of one era and the beginning of a new.

paper thin remnants of hopes and dreams all collected onto

hard plastic floor covering baseball fields,

put into scrapbooks to remember the feeling

of feeling free, feeling united, with every person in that room

for three hours.

the feeling of wonderment, admiration, unabashed love for humankind;

the simplicity of togetherness, the intimacy of shared joy, the warmth from bodies you’ve never met before that keeps you from freezing during the night.

the hope that this is not the last time you’ll feel it.

music elevating emotions.

kick drum keeping the heart going, bass lines pumping through veins, guitar twisting bunny ears in intestines, vocals growing wings from stubby spines. enter a person, leave a human.

confetti gathers on his clothes and piles on his eyelids.

frequencies boom up from the floor into his ribs, arms, mouth, hair, hips. he remains unconscious. for a moment, he believes in god again.

a light behind his eyes welcomes him closer, then stops. the strobe lights turn off and stadium lights cut back on.

no one shakes him awake. they understand.

for a moment, he feels at peace, wonders if this is what it’s like to die.

what a time to be alive.

#w #mine #i got emotional thinking about fob.#i jokingly told my friend i was gonna pass out on the pit floor while #confetti rains down #and. yeah

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artxyra · 3 years

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The Return of the Premier Chaotique

Marinette was only eight years old when her primary school life changed for the better.

On that fateful day, in Mlle. Gilbertine’s classroom was the introduction of a new transfer student. He introduced himself as Damian; there was no last name. And if there was one, Gilbertine made sure she didn’t say a word of it.

To Marinette, Nino, Chloe, Nathaniel, and Kim, he was an odd boy. Someone that would fit right into their group after a push, as Damian stressed for no social interactions with anyone.

During the early weeks of his stay, Marinette had caught him several times engaging in lonesome activities, whether they were in the classroom or out in the field messing around. Marinette, being the outgoing child that she was, began to plot.

Created from that plotting period was her life’s mission to befriend the emotionless kid.

It was hard at first.

She and the others tried tricking the young man into hopscotch matches, and when that didn’t work, it was a game of red light, green light. Occasionally, Nino and Kim would challenge Damian to dance battles.

Damian was very much against the childish games claiming that they were beneath him, but humored them into defeat.

That was until Marinette decided on a shooting game with water guns and makeshift go-carts out of bike parts. Damian’s eyes lit up with excitement, and Marinette knew right then and there that she finally fulled her goal.

After being soaked from head to toe and laughing amongst friends, Marinette and the others swore Damian into their friend group, thus changing their lives forever.

Soon newer and crazier games began to take over the classroom of Mlle. Gilbertine.

The moment Nino would bring out his portable CD player and the music began to boom out of the speakers, everyone knew what was about to happen.

One day, while the group was in the school’s pool area pretending to be sea monsters attacking each other with kickboards and pool noodles, they were officially dubbed the “Premier Chaotique” cult. As they were youthful and the material they came up with was more chaotic than anything the future Hawkmoth could ever create.

Everyone knew that Marinette and Damian were the leaders. Together they oozed power, as Marinette was their strategist while Damian was the chief.

Chloe was their lawyer and location scout. The blonde knew what areas had cameras and heavy guarding. Kim was their chaotic developer. He knew what methods were more chaotic than the rest. Kim never failed to disappoint. Nino was their sound design and videographer in some cases. His love for filmmaking and DJing started here and continues to grow. Nathaniel was the tagger as he made sure every graffiti they did was perfect.

Nothing could ruin these kids.

Mlle. Gilbertine, bless her soul, was determined to get the Premier Chaotique cult under control, but they were slick and made plans at random. She remembers the day when empty ice cream cups filled her classroom. Every desk was covered, and nothing could explain the appearance of snow sleds in the class.

It was no rumor that the mini cult managed to create their own little snow resort using ice cream and shave ice. It was a pain to clean up.

Marinette remembers the days when the mini cult would paint the city red with flowers and chaotic goodness. Or turning the entire city into a roller skate derby.

It’s a miracle that the cops never brought their parents into the investigation. Then again, with a child as pure as Marinette in the lead, people would fall over when they saw her smile.

Their significant achievement was when the school’s kitchen managed to catch on fire during a lunch period. During the evacuation, the group somehow managed to slip through the adults and back into the cafeteria.

Kim had brought marshmallows that day.

When the firefighters entered to put out the flames, the six children greeted them with wooden sticks eating s’mores and telling scary stories.

That fire had been their last valuable success because they experienced the worst nightmare a couple of days later, Damian had to go back to his home country.

It was heartbreaking for everyone within the cult but groundbreaking for the city.

Marinette fell into depression along with the others. After a month without Damian, they vowed to never speak of the best year of their life unless they were ever to meet Damian again.

It was no secret that Marinette had a crush on the foreign boy, so the cult disassembles along with any memories of Damian and the cult.

Years passed since that day.

Chloe took it upon herself to bully Marinette when they had entered college, as those who knew them in their younger days forgot that they were ever friends. Marinette took up fashion designing and making her seem like the perfect student. Nathaniel started working on comics based on their adventures. Nino stayed friends with all but Chloe and continued with his calling in music production. Kim began busying himself with sports, specifically swimming.

Soon the name that used to strike fear in the hearts of the Paris citizens began to fade away into a false memory.

Little did anyone know, the spirit of the Premier Chaotique cult lives on and would ignite in a blaze of fire.

At sixteen, Marinette works her butt off to make their end-of-the-school-year trip a reality.

The trip was not for the approval of her classmate, which has gone stale but for her sanity. Three years of being Ladybug have put a toll on her, and she plans to take advantage of the lack of akuma attacks going on.

When the acceptance letter landed in her hands, her parents swear they saw a boulder lifted off their daughter’s shoulders. She was smiling more and appeared less stressed than she had ever been since finding out the school board decided to move teachers with their students as a handful of teachers left Paris, some even left France altogether.

Her allies (remaining friends) were the first to know about the trip to Gotham, New Jersey, and they cheered happily for her. Lately, someone else has taken the credits for her work.

The day before the trip, Marinette rundown the patrol routes, and emergency protocols with Luka and Kagami, ensuring the safety of Paris if and when Hawkmoth decided to go active while the rest of the team was away.

She then goes on to convincing Kaalki to come with her to Gotham only to be used as an emergency. Marinette was ready to leave Paris and head to Gotham.

Upon entering the streets of Gotham, a cold chill runs down everyone’s spines aside from the former mini cult members. Too Mme. Bustier, the chill was all too familiar, bringing up memories of the kids that terrorized the streets before Hawkmoth. She looks around to see nothing out of place before promptly calling out her students so they would make it to the hotel.

Everyone who felt that chill had every right to be wary.

On the first day, everything seemed fine, but when you leave nearly all the members of Premier Chaotique alone for a moment, well, chaos was sure to happen.

Chloe and Marinette had put aside their differences during the Lila era of the classroom reign. Even after it was over, they managed to remain friends, rekindling the essence of primary friendship. The boys joined in on them not long afterward.

Plans were made but not yet enforced. It did not feel right, and they knew why– it was because they lacked their chief, the one and only Damian.

~☾★☽~

All Marinette wanted was a cup of coffee, but instead, she got something--someone much more pleasing.

Frozen in place, she calls out a single name, “Dames?” The dark-haired male turned around; she couldn’t breathe. Her eyes soften at the sight of her first crush. He hadn’t changed by much, though he was now taller than her.

“Mars?” That nickname sent the French-Asian teen running into the arms of the Ice Prince himself. Instead of pushing her away, he wraps his arms around her.

Time froze in that café for several reasons, but the main one was definitely because they just witnessed Damian Wayne hugging someone willing.

Their embrace ends with them staring into each other’s eyes. It felt surreal. They couldn’t find the words to say, but they didn’t have to.

Life continues in the cafe as Damian leads Marinette away from the flashes of lights. It wasn’t long before Damian’s phone began to blow up with notifications. He turns his phone off and stuffs it back into his pocket.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Marinette pulls Damian in closer. Lifting herself onto her tip-toes, she whispers, “The others are here too.” into his ear. She steps away to see what she has unleashed, hoping that nearly a decade away from each other hasn’t altered their relationship.

This time it was Damian who smirks, bringing Marinette closer to him. “Mm, shall be bring Gotham to its knees?”

They share a smirk that ends with an explosion, thus, reigniting the Premier Chaotique cult with a burning passion for mayhem.

They decided to meet that night after hours.

Music blared in the streets of Gotham, seemingly close to the classroom’s hotel near Wayne Enterprise.

The members of Premier Chaotique strut down the middle of the streets in inflatable dinosaur suits dancing to the remixes that played from the boombox on one of the dino’s skateboards (Nino’s).

Jamming to Bats @crazyforbats Did anyone else wake up to music and dancing dinos last night?

Bearbe @Bearbe Replying to @crazyforbats THAT WAS REAL!!??? I THOUGHT I WAS HULLACINATING

Krazie Kay @gokaykaer [A one-minute video with various strobe lighting colors flashing around and six dinosaurs doing the Cha-Cha-Slide] I swear I just saw @thebloodwayne for a split second.

Vera Pitts @vera_pitts [A short video of inflatable dinosaurs chaotically dancing to the Harlem Shake.] I thought this trend of over and done *crying emoji*

By the morning, Twitter was blowing up with various videos and gifs of the events that happened the night before. The only people who weren’t affected by the popularity were the people who were a part of it.

At Wayne Manor, Bruce could already feel a migraine coming as his two oldest play the videos repeatedly in the main room.

Damian scoffs at his family members, while Dick complains about why they haven’t thought of that for a family outing. It’s all about class, Dick; it’s all about class.

Alfred, being all-knowing, takes notice of Damian's hidden smirks and recent purchase from his account at a party store. Nothing to worry about in this household. However, Damian asking him about where to find used pocket bikes (mini motorcycles) and wire rope reels was troubling.

The next night began the fears of every Parisian that experienced the reign. Blessed that it wasn't not happening in their city for once.

Per their plan assignments, Chloe and Kim found the buildings necessary for the zip line. Nino was in charge of setting up the equipment with the help of Nathaniel. Damian’s task was to get the bikes and zip line wire. Marinette’s job was to keep the class and others from finding out their plan.

Once everything was ready, the Premier Chaotique entered their playground wearing hooded leotards (or bodysuits) with matching latex masks stretched over their eyes.

Kim went first down the zip line as Damian race down the streets on the bike. Initially, they were going to use the bikes, but the zip line couldn’t hold the weight of the bike and the person on it, so they turned it into a race instead. Of course, they put challenges throughout the route to make it more even.

Their mayhem took a turn for the best when someone had called the cops, causing the for once silent night into a regular night of crime. Instead of stopping, like normal people, the mini cult went on a high-speed race against the GCPD.

Gotham’s Twitter users were having a blast with the events. It was the best and bravest thing to surface since Batman, though some were very vocal with their opposing thoughts.

The GCPD never caught the Premier Chaotique members, and they went on as if nothing happened.

It was during the tour of Wayne Enterprise that the Premier Chaotique members learned Damian’s last name. He was an effing Wayne.

Marinette had asked Damian what his last name was when they were eight, and he replied nonchalantly with something along the lines of not being a Wayne until he was ten. Afterward, they continue hanging out and plotting throughout the tour.

After seeing their younger brother interact with teens his age, Dick specifically begs Bruce to invite the group while the rest stands there in shock. The sight of seeing Damian doing what they thought was impossible needed to go into the history books.

While it was a momentous occasion for Damian’s brothers, it was a reality check for Mme. Bustier. Her screams echo against the halls of WE as buried memories of the chaos awakens.

She stared pointedly at Marinette in denial. There was no way her star student was in the cult that did so much damage all those years ago. When Chloe, Nino, Kim, and quiet Nathaniel joined her, Caline started to feel faint. She immediately excused herself to call her therapist. Her wails for help could reach the lobby.

Bruce unknowingly invited even more chaos into his household that night.

It didn’t take Chloe and Marinette much to convince their teachers to let the five of them stay with Mr. Wayne for the night in hopes of “catching up” with Damian.

After getting the approval from Mr. Wayne and their parents, she agreed, secretly ecstatic that they wouldn’t be in her care for the next several hours.

~☾★☽~

“I’m bored. Let’s play a prank?” Kim randomly shouts, playing catch with himself, when they were all staring out the TV waiting for something good to come on.

“What do you have in mind?” Marinette asks, making her way over to Damian. He pushes her away, knowing that she’ll use him as a throne.

“Hey Dames, do you own go-carts are something of a familiar nature?”

Damian thinks about it for a minute, “Tt, father wouldn’t dare let those things in the house. We can prank my brothers. Scaring them would bring me joy.”

“Well I have a few ideas, we can use.” Chloe states, pulling out the book of mischief from her purse.

They all huddle over the book with smirks on their faces.

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A retouch version of Request #9.

#maribat #ml x dc #mlb x dc #artxyra one-shots #slight daminette

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let-them-read-fics · 3 years

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Conflicted Connections

Requested By @rc11: “Reader is drunk and calls Rosé to pick her up since she’s worried. And on the way home, the reader confesses but since she knows Rosé is out of her league she gets all sad. All fluff throughout the way, and the next day she avoids Rosé since she recalls herself confessing and is to embarrassed to face her. Gets a lil bit angst but then they somehow make up at the end.”

Pairing: Rosé x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~ 6,505

Warnings / Misc. – Mentions Of Alcohol & Partying, Angst, Fluff

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Thank you for the request! I had fun writing this one, and I really hope you enjoy it. I stuck with the gist, but I added quite a bit :) AND WHO ELSE IS HYPED FOR THE SHOW??? 🥳 I can’t wait to see our girls own that stage 😌

PS ~~ The song used is called "Baby, I Love You" by Tiffany Alvord, and it was specially requested.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

With yet another steaming cup of tea in hand, Rosé makes her way back to her room, settling onto the soft cushions of the bed. Her notebook lays open in front of her, lyrics and annotations beautifully etched into the paper.

She pulls her guitar back into her lap now, allowing her fingers to glide along the strings as she strums out whatever comes to mind. Nothing makes her feel as relaxed as this; she's free to sing whatever she feels -- to play whatever feels right. If only for a little while, she can connect back to her roots and remember how she felt as a little girl; when her heart and mind were unburdened by fear of judgement.

Life isn't always easy, but she takes comfort in the fact that her love of music will always remain childlike, in the sense that there's always something new to discover or tell the world. It goes without saying that being a songwriter is much easier when you're inspired, and Rosé can attest to that. A certain someone has become her muse over the course of the past few months, and her mind is constantly filled with ideas for new material.

As another line pops into her head, she takes the page between her fingers to flip to a clean sheet. A few seconds later, thinking she found one, she begins writing. Soon, though, she discovers that this wasn't an empty page: in the upper right hand corner, a small heart is drawn, encompassing the words "Hi Rosie" and a small smiley face. Your initials are printed next to the doodle, and the sight brings a soft smile to her face. You must've sneakily drawn that when she wasn't looking one day.

Her fingers run along the markings, tracing over the lines as your face flashes in her mind for the millionth time today. The universe must've been listening, because no more than 5 minutes later, her phone starts ringing. She reaches backwards towards the bedside table, and her fingers soon make contact with the device.

"Hey, I was just thinking about you--" She starts, before being interrupted.

"BABY YOU LIGHT UP MY WORLD LIKE NOBODY ELSE--" Your voice booms through the phone as you sing loudly, nearly making Rosé go deaf in the process. She blinks a few times to refocus her thoughts before chuckling lightly.

"Y/N?"

"Rosie I'm at this really fun party, you should come hang out!" Your words come out slightly slurred, but excited nonetheless. It's a bit hard for her to hear you now over the music blasting in the background.

"Ah, I don't know…" She trails off, voice unsure. She'd much rather spend the evening writing about you than at some random party.

"Pleaaseee?" You drag out, making sure to whine for even more emphasis. "I miss you."

Rosé's heart skips a beat at that last part, now thudding obnoxiously loud in her chest. She misses you too, probably more than a 'friend' should, but she can't help it -- you're simply too amazing.

She takes a breath, knowing that she'll likely regret her next decision -- after all, hiding her feelings becomes harder every time she's around you. Regardless, she can't find it in herself to say no to you. "Alright, fine. Where are you again?"

You let out a loud cheer upon hearing her cave in, and she just knows you look like a dork, likely having that stupid little smirk on your lips that she loves so much.

After getting the address from you, she goes into her closet to find a good outfit. For anyone else, she might've just shown up in whatever was comfortable; but knowing that you're there is enough motivation for her to put a bit more effort into it.

Her signature style shines through: she dons a black crop top and jeans, paired with a long, hickory colored trench coat. She finishes the look off with her white sneakers, giving the outfit that final umph that it needed.

With one last look in the mirror, she adjusts her clothes and hair again before heading out.

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The moment that Rosé steps foot inside the house, her eyes widen. She's been to plenty of parties before, but never one as chaotic as this. A large crowd is gathered in the living room, making the area that was likely once spacious now appear cramped and tiny. Some people move with the rhythm, while others dance wildly to the beat of their own drum. The music was audible from outside, but inside is a whole nother story: it's nearly deafening now.

In front of her, just past the living room, two guys are fist fighting. To her left, a long hallway is filled with couples making out, likely on their way to the bedrooms. She grimaces before pushing her way past everyone and walking towards the kitchen.

The bright strobe lights from the living room still manage to reach the area, but things are definitely a little calmer here. That's not to say that it's quiet, though: people are gathered around the counters, downing shots and cheering each other on at the same time. Some stumble around, nearly falling over as their friends laugh hysterically and help keep them vertical.

In the adjacent room, two teams of partygoers are busy playing beer pong. It seems to be boys vs girls, and Rose smirks when she discovers the latter are in the lead.

She scans the rooms one more time, but you're still nowhere to be found. A pang of worry settles in her chest, but it only makes her more determined to find you.

And, 10 minutes later, she does. You're outside in the backyard, sitting near the fire pit with a bottle of wine in your hand. The flames are dying down now, long ago forgotten about -- the stars shining in the midnight sky had captivated you, stealing your attention away from keeping the fire fed.

Before she begins her journey over to you, she takes a moment to appreciate how beautiful you look. The remaining embers flicker lazily, creating a deep haze that casts onto your body. The shadows contrast with the light, making your features pop in all the right ways. The sound of someone shouting again brings her out of her daze, and Rose makes her way to you.

At first, you don't notice her. Your eyes are wide, filled with wonder as you gaze up at the sky in awe. Space has always baffled you, and Rose thinks you look adorable when you get like this.

"Y/N," she says gently, standing beside your chair. After pulling your eyes away from the sky, you meet her gaze. A light blush rises to your cheeks at the way she's looking at you.

"Hi Rosie," you slur. The words come out cutely, but she can tell that you're much drunker than you had been when you called earlier.

"How much have you had?"

You scrunch your face up in thought as the last two functioning brain cells in your head go to work. She can practically see the wheels turning, and she can't help but laugh at the look of effort on your face.

"...a lot." You ultimately conclude, taking far too long to come up with such a simple answer. "Alex gave me a couple of his special mixes earlier, I had some shots, and now--" you declare, holding the wine bottle up triumphantly, "--this!"

As soon as she heard his name leave your lips, she frowned. Alex is one of your coworkers and friends, and he's totally in love with you. You're oblivious to it, but Rose isn't and she can't stand him. On top of the fact that he's a guy, he has the audacity to like you? Well, she can't exactly blame him for those things, but that doesn't mean that she has to like him. She's civil around him for your sake, but that's all.

"Do you want some?" You ask, always willing to offer her whatever you have. Sharing is caring, and you definitely care about a certain Australian beauty.

She looks down at you before shaking her head. "No, I'm good." You swish the liquid around, peering down into the bottle as it glides from side to side. "Me too," you say, setting it down beside your chair. "Let's go dance!" You suggest excitedly, using your strength to hoist your body out of the seat. Sorely miscalculating your moves, your foot doesn't quite connect with the ground how you intended; you stumble, falling right into Rosie's waiting arms.

She was watching you carefully, having a feeling that this would happen.

"Nope, I'm taking you home. No dancing for you." You whine and pout, but Rose doesn't budge. Eventually you give up, and allow her to hold you close as she helps you walk out of the house. You rest your head on her shoulder, and she has to fight the butterflies that take flight.

As the two of you near the door, Rose spots Alex in the living room. She shoots him a cocky grin, as if to say 'checkmate' before she leads you out the door.

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The ride home was getting off to a rather interesting start. It took Rosie a while to wrangle you into the car and buckle you in, but she eventually managed to do it. Now, though, a new problem is arising: you're being flirty, and she doesn't know what to do with herself.

"You're so pretty," you compliment, leaning over the center console to whisper the phrase in her ear. She gulps and attempts to calm her heart down, but she's having trouble. "Shush," she commands, blushing as she lets out a little giggle. She tries to remind herself that you're just drunk -- that there's no real meaning behind your words -- but it feels good to pretend.

After a moment, you return to your seat, and she lets out a sigh of relief.

Barely 2 minutes later, you place a hand on her knee, saying gently, "You always take such good care of me. Thank you, Rose." She sneaks a glance at you, and her heart nearly melts at the smile you're sending her way. Your eyes are shining with sincerity, and she'd surely get lost in them if she weren't busy driving.

The rest of the ride is filled with more flirting and compliments from you, all of which send her into a gay panic, but she wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

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Now, laying in your bed as Rosé rounds up some pajamas for you, the effects of the alcohol really begin setting in. You're still in the playful, teasing phase, but you know you'll have a major hangover tomorrow. Whatever Alex put in those drinks is catching up with you and running its course throughout your body.

"Rosie, do you like anyone?" You call out, toying with your fingers like a toddler. She emerges from the bathroom, washcloth in hand, just as you ask the very words she's been fearing.

She goes to respond, but you interrupt her with a drunken giggle. "Because I do. Her name rhymes with nosey." You chuckle at yourself, but she's too busy trying not to freak out to return the gesture. When you don't question her further, she relaxes her shoulders. How many more times could she get away with avoiding her feelings?

She pushes the scary thought away, instead opting to bring over your clothes and give you a minute to change. Thankfully you're coherent enough to do that on your own -- the thought of you flirting with her while half naked and self-assured sends her wild, and she knows she'd slip up and confess.

Once you're dressed, she comes back over to the bed and sits down in front of you. She brings the rag up to your face and slides it across your cheeks and neck, knowing just what you need. This isn't the first time she's done this for you, and she can't deny the rush she feels when you look up at her with those big eyes, filled with gratitude.

You sigh at the coolness, relishing in the way that it soothes your hot skin. A soft thank you slips past your lips as your eyelids flutter shut, and Rosé almost lets herself imagine that you're hers. That she just brought her girlfriend back home and now she's taking care of her. But before she can get too lost in that fantasy, she pulls away, slipping the rag into your hand so that you can use it on yourself now.

"Well, I think my work here is done." She declares, patting your leg lovingly. She moves to stand, and the action prompts you to speak up.

"Wait," you start, grabbing her wrist before she can get away. You meant to tug gently, but you must've misjudged your strength; in an instant, she's close to you again, just a breath away. Her face is right in front of yours, and you can feel her warm breath against your lips.

Her eyes are wide now, and a subtle tremble runs through her. She's never been this close to you, and although she's terrified, she doesn't want to move away. She wants to give in -- to lean forward the tiniest bit and capture your lips -- but she can't. Her breathing becomes labored as she notices your gaze move from her eyes to her lips. Do you like her back? Surely not, you're just drunk...right?

Her pink lips look so kissable right now, the gloss on them shining in the low lamplight. She's close enough that you can smell her fruity shampoo and feel every jagged breath she draws in.

"Y/N--"

That's all it takes to set you into motion. You bring a hand up to her cheek, cupping it sweetly as you press your lips to hers. She sighs at the contact, melting into your embrace, and allows herself to let her walls down. Her lips move against yours slowly, unsure -- this is new for both of you, and you're testing the waters. One of her hands comes up to rest against the back of your neck, and she pulls you impossibly closer.

After she subconsciously bites your lip - the action drawing a groan from you - she snaps back to reality and pulls away. Her lips are red and swollen, and you have to stop yourself from leaning back in. She looks like she wants to do the same, but she centers herself before she can.

"I, uh, I'm gonna go. Goodnight, Y/N." She says breathlessly, swallowing as she runs a hand through her hair. She doesn't give herself anymore time to change her mind, and soon she's rushing out, failing to even give you so much as a second glance.

Shocked, you sit back and let your mind try and piece together what the hell just happened. The kiss worked well in sobering you up, at least for the time being, but you wish it hadn't. Now, you're forced to sit alone with your feelings again, lips still tingling with the memory of hers against them.

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The Next Morning

*ring ring*

The blare of your ringtone sounds especially loud now, making you wince in pain. Your head is pounding, and that definitely isn't helping. Quickly, you roll over and pick it up, keeping your eyes closed as you press the button and hold it to your ear. "Hello?" You ask groggily, voice still laced with sleep.

"Hey, Y/N. The girls and I are going out later; do you wanna come with?" Jennie's sweet voice asks. You rub your forehead, now opening your eyes and staring at the ceiling as you ponder your options. With a glance at the clock, you see that you've already slept a good portion of the day away.

"I'd love to, but I'm pretty hungover right now Jen." You chuckle despite yourself, grinning when she laughs back.

"Rosie told us you might be dealing with that." Jennie laughs again, but you go quiet. Did she tell them everything that happened, or did she try and forget about it? After all, she basically ran away -- surely she regrets it. You scold yourself for even thinking that someone as out of your league as Rosé could like you back.

"Jisoo whipped up her special 'hangover-reverser' drink for you, as she calls it." She adds, hoping that'll win you over. Lost in your thoughts, you forget to answer her.

Jennie takes your silence the wrong way, saying, "You don't have to come, but we'd love to hang out." She sounds sad at the thought of you staying home, and a feeling of guilt creeps into your mind. Work has kept you from hanging out with all of them recently, and they miss you. You miss them too, and quickly decide that a hangover (and the awkward situation you'll be subjected to when face to face with Rosé) aren't enough of a deal breaker to decline their offer.

"I'll be over in a few. Tell Jisoo to make a couple more for the road… I'll need all the help I can get."

Jennie laughs again, and you pep up at the sweet sound. She celebrates, and you can hear the girls clapping in the background, shouting praise at her for convincing you to come. The two of you say your goodbyes, and you begin getting ready.

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"Jisoo, you're a lifesaver." You confess, flopping back onto the couch. The unnie responds with a smug, "I know," from her place in front of the mirror.

You lick the remaining liquid from your lips, and Rose shifts in her seat across the room. She can't get the feeling of your kiss out of her mind, and seeing you do that only makes things worse.

"Here's the second one," Lisa says, smirking as she pats your shoulder and hands you the cup. You smile back at her and smack her butt as a wordless thank you.

"Alright, so where exactly are we going, girls?" You ask as you tuck your feet underneath your body.

"I was thinking we could shop around Hongdae. They changed some stuff since we were there last, and it looks awesome." Jennie informs.

"Sounds good to me." Jisoo replies from the adjacent room, applying the finishing touches to her makeup.

Lisa agrees as well, and so does Rosie. At the sound of her soft voice, you make eye contact with her for the first time today. Ever since you arrived earlier, you've avoided her. She's done much the same, refraining from saying much to you at all. The girls haven't seemed to pick up on the tension yet, but they're observant; surely it won't take them long.

As you replay the fateful events in your mind again, you allow your head to lull back and rest against the cushion of the couch. Last night, Rosé’s eyes were speaking all of the words she could never tell you out loud, sparkling with repressed desire. It wasn't hard to tell that she was nervous, but she kissed you like she had been waiting to for an eternity. So, clearly, your confusion at the whole situation is understandable. Why did she run away?

"Ready?" Jisoo asks, kicking your foot to get your attention.

"As I'll ever be." You state as you stick a hand out to her. She understands immediately, swiftly helping you up. A little groan leaves you, your head spinning from standing up so quickly, so she doesn't move until you get adjusted.

"Thanks," you smile, giving her a sweet kiss on the cheek. Having such good friends always comes in handy, but there's something special to the little moments like these. She hums in response, and the two of you lead the way out to the car.

Rosé watches the whole encounter as she falls in line behind you, wishing she were in Jisoo's place. Last night was a wake up call for her, unexpected in literally every way, and she panicked. Looking back now, she wishes she would've at least explained her behavior to you. The kiss awakened something within her, releasing all of the feelings she's held in for so long. She didn't rush out because she didn't enjoy the kiss; if she had any idea that that's the impression it left on you, she would've ran back in and kissed you a million times over.

Lisa notices Rosie's furrowed brow and downcast eyes, and instantly knows something's up.

Now in the car, she leans in close to ask, "Everything okay?"

"Mhm." Rosie replies, doing her best to sound like her normal self.

The years have made Lisa an expert at reading the slightly older girl, but she doesn't want to push her. If she wants to talk about it, she will.

"Okay…" Lisa trails off, coincidentally making fleeting eye contact with you through the rearview mirror. On any other day, you would've fought Lisa over the seat next to Rosé; but today, of course, is unlike any other. You're in uncharted territory now, and you have no idea when -- or if -- you'll return to normal. For now, you make do with the passenger's seat, keeping yourself busy by looking out the window. Jennie's driving is smooth, and you appreciate that in your altered state. A low pulsing still vibrates through your head every now and then, but it's become much more bearable. Jisoo truly knows what she's doing with that concoction.

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Hongdae, Seoul -- A Few Hours Later

"Jennie," Lisa huffs out, struggling to carry everything she’s been handed. "How much stuff do you need?!" The maknae does her best to keep the bags from touching the ground, but that task is proving difficult.

"We're almost there!" Jennie says, dismissing the younger girls complaints.

A few minutes later, you're seated at the new restaurant Jennie's spent the night talking about. Seeing the girls so happy today has taken your mind off of your own problems somewhat, but sometimes the issues are unavoidable… like right now.

Though she tries to be discreet about it -- even going so far as to hide behind her menu -- you can feel Rosé's eyes on you. The waiter seated you at a booth, and of course she happened to sit right in front of you. Having her attention has always been something you enjoy, but you're so embarrassed about what happened that you can't help but shy away from it now. If drunkenly confessing your feelings for her wasn't bad enough, you also kissed her. What could be next?

Rosie's dying on the inside a little more with every minute that passes. The past few hours were filled with plenty of fun and stupidity for the lot of you, stopping in just about every store you came across and joking all the while. But the entire time, you and Rosé kept your distance. Occasionally you'd crack a joke to make her laugh or the two of you would share a look, but the air around you was always thick with the emotions you couldn't give voice to. It also doesn't help that part of Rosé is afraid you didn't even really mean to kiss her. If she blames it on your drunkenness, she doesn't have to process her feelings; she can just go back to suffering in silence. When she looks at you, though, she knows there's no denying what you both feel for each other.

"Can I get you started with some drinks?" The waiter approaches again, pen and pad ready to go.

"Do you have sikhye?" You inquire, raising your head to look at him.

"We do."

"Great," you smile, getting an idea. "I'll take one of those and a glass of water, please." He jots down your request before recording the other orders and setting off to get the drinks prepared.

In order to preserve the plan, you don't dare look in Rosé's eyes.

A couple minutes later, he returns with a big tray of drinks; it's a wonder he didn't accidently drop any on the way. Jennie and Jisoo ordered multiple for the table so you could sample them, and you smile at the gesture. They all look tasty, but one in particular catches your attention.

When he hands it to you, you wordlessly slide it over to Rosé. You know she loves it, and you did order it for her, after all. She lets out a little gasp of excitement, and you choose this moment to really look at her. Her eyes are shining again, and you laugh -- if anything is capable of cheering her up, it's something that she can eat or drink.

She beams at you while extending her hand, gently resting it against yours on the table. It's warm and comforting, and you can't help but want to hold it forever. Her fingertips brush against the soft skin of your wrist, and you almost melt at the tenderness of the motion.

Thankfully the other girls aren't paying attention, or else you'd be thoroughly embarrassed. They continue on with their conversation, leaving you and Rosé to get lost in your own world for the next while.

More time passes, in which you place your food orders and the waiter later brings it out to you.

"Enjoy, ladies." He declares before bowing and returning to the host stand.

"It looks so yummy," Rose moans, snatching up her chopsticks before digging in. The other girls agree as well, and soon all of you are eating like there's no tomorrow. The flavors go perfectly together, and you pat yourself on the back for choosing the dish you did.

"Do you wanna try some?" You ask after noticing Rose eyeing your plate. You quirk an eyebrow at her as you wait for her answer, which comes in the form of a sheepish nod.

"That's my girl," you declare with a smile on your face, happy to bring back some of your playful banter. Rosie's heart speeds up at the title, but she tries not to show it too much. Although it's a bit unmannerly, you reach a bite of your food across the table to her and grin when she takes it. Her cheeks puff out in that signature chipmunk pose, and your smile widens.

"Yah, that's delicious." She sighs, closing her eyes to allow her palate to focus on the flavors.

You shake your head at how much of a dork she is for food, but giggle despite yourself. She really is the cutest.

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"Good evening, everyone, this is the manager speaking. Our lounge area will open in 10 minutes, and karaoke will begin shortly after!"

Lisa looks at Jennie incredulously, her mouth hanging open. "They have karaoke, too?? How cool is that!"

Jennie smirks, knowing how good she is at choosing places to take you guys. This joint is definitely somewhere that you'll frequent whenever you're around. "I know right?" She asks, satisfied with herself.

In Rosie's eyes, the karaoke announcement was fate working its magic. She's spent the day mulling over everything that's transpired, deciding earlier that all she needed was one more sign. Now that she had that last little push, all she has left to do is gather up all the courage she possesses.

As the 5 of you finish up your meals and wait for it to kick off, she racks her brain for the perfect song to sing. She's going to confess.

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Fully stuffed and satisfied with the amazing dinner you just had, you all follow the waiter towards the lounge area. Located in the back of the restaurant, it's complete with 1 main, corner stage, and 2 smaller ones off to the side. Plush couches and chairs stretch out in front of the stages, allowing the audience to kick back and enjoy the performances.

A small bar is tucked away in the far corner of the room, stocked with a vast array of different liquors and mixes. Strips of light line the shelves behind the bartender, giving the space its own unique style, and you take some time to admire it all. A few small disco balls hang from the ceiling, placed strategically throughout the room to allow for the most amount of ambience possible. All of the different colors of the rainbow take their turn cycling through the projector, flashing and shining around the room in their random patterns. It's a very welcoming place to be.

You're the first guests in there, so you're free to choose whatever stage you want. "Which one should we go to?" Jisoo asks, doing a little half spin as she looks around the room.

"Really, unnie? You have to ask?" Lisa rolls her eyes and scoffs; she thought her best friend knew her better than that. Obviously Lisa wants to go to the big stage. How else would she show off all of her moves while she sings?

"You're so dramatic." Jisoo grumbles, sending the maknae an annoyed look of her own as she's dragged over to the performance area. You, Jennie, and Rosé trail after them, shaking your heads at their behavior.

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"Come on, we're going first." You bite back a laugh as you watch Lisa tug Jennie up from her spot on the sofa, where she had just sat down and gotten comfortable. Jennie tries to protest, even pointing at the drink she just got from the bar to convince Lisa to let her stay, but she isn't having it. They walk over to the kiosk built into the wall, and take their time in choosing a song to sing.

Their performance is a wild ride, to say the least. Lisa forgets the words at one point, opting to compensate by freestyling a rap and dancing around wildly while everyone hypes her up. She could've just looked at the lyrics on the stage screen, you realize, but that wouldn't have been even half as fun. Jennie breaks into the box of props sitting just off stage, pulling out a multicolored, frilly scarf and wrapping it around her singing partner. To finish off her own look, she rummages around until she finds a comically large top hat and pair of heart shaped glasses.

"Golden buzzer!" You shout out, pressing an imaginary button on the table. The girls celebrate, and your combined laughter fills the room.

Next up is Jisoo, who decides to put her charm on full display and serenade all of you. She starts off on stage, letting her deep voice lull you into a state of entrancement before she approaches the couch. She greets each of you individually, giving you separate attention just like a rock star would, and all of you go wild for her. She tries to keep up the edgy, heartthrob persona, but it fades a bit when she cracks a smile, her eyes turning into those adorable crescents that you all love so much.

As her song comes to an end, you excuse yourself to the bathroom. In order to go through with your plan -- that is, singing a song to Rosie -- you have to calm your nerves a bit first. You splash water on your face and sigh as the chilly liquid slides down your skin. A bead of it trails down your neck, soaking into the cotton of your collar the second it hits it, and you're reminded of last night. A familiar warmth runs through you at the memory of Rosé's hands on your body, taking care of you like always. She's the definition of girlfriend material, and you always kick yourself for waiting so long to tell her about your feelings.

A basket of paper towels sits on the marble countertop of the sink, and you reach forward to grab one and dry your face. With one final look in the mirror, you throw the paper away and exit the restroom.

Too busy mentally preparing yourself for the performance, you fail to notice that Rosé is already standing on the stage, mic in hand. You lift your head as you near the stage, and she makes eye contact with you; she looks nervous, so you give her a reassuring smile and move back to your seat. Behind the nervousness, you can see how excited she is; you're intrigued.

"So, this song goes out to a very special girl here tonight. I hope you like it." She announces shyly, garnering some applause from the small group of diners that have filtered their way in from the restaurant. She presses play, and shakes her hands out in an attempt to get rid of the anxiety building within her. Up until now, keeping her worries in check had been doable; though as she stands alone on stage, looking down at the object of her affection, she's afraid all over again. And yet, somehow in an instant, you take some of those fears away. You're looking at her with so much love and encouragement in your eyes that Rosé thinks she can accomplish anything.

The song -- one you're hearing for the first time tonight -- picks up, and she begins.

There are three words, & I want you to know they are true

There are three words, that I've been dying to say to you

Burns in my heart, like a fire that ain't goin' out

I need to let you know

You're unintentionally holding in a breath as she croons the words out, singing straight to you. Her soulful vocals ring out across the space, making goosebumps appear on your skin; her voice always strikes a certain chord within you, the beautiful tones sounding like Heaven. She makes it feel like you're the only two people in the room; that even the world stopped for a moment to watch this play out.

I wanna say I love you, I wanna hold you tight

I want your arms around me & I, want your lips on mine

I wanna say I love you, but, babe I'm terrified

My hands are shaking, my heart is racing

Cause it's something I can't hide, it's something I can't deny

So here I go

Baby I lo-o-o-ve you

The smile on your face can't be wiped away by anything; no natural force of the universe could get in the way of this. Your heart swells at her confession as things finally fall into place. Possessed by the love you hold for the goddess in front of you, you decide to be brave and join her on stage.

She squeals and covers her face as you approach, and the audience erupts into cheers at this. They whistle and clap loudly, and you can hear the distinct voices of the girls from behind you. Pulling her hands away, Rosé's adorable face is revealed in all its glory. She has tears in her eyes, and they let you know that the past 48 hours have been just as much of an emotional rollercoaster for her as they have been for you.

You press a kiss to the back of her hand, feeling your chest tighten at the way it lightly shakes against your lips. You take a step closer and wrap your arms around her waist as she hooks her right one around your shoulders. Her left hand holds the mic between you two, making it so that you can sing the next part together.

I've never said, these words to anyone, anyone at all

Never got this close, cause I was always afraid I would fall

But now I know, that I'll fall right in-to your arms

Don't ever let me go

I wanna say I love you, I wanna hold you tight

I want your arms around me & I, want your lips on mine

I wanna say I love you, but, babe I'm terrified

My hands are shaking, my heart is racing

Cause it's something I can't hide, it's something I can't deny

So here I go

Baby I lo-o-o-ve you

The entire time you're singing, she can't take her eyes off of you. She watches as your lips move along with the words, your face scrunching up occasionally to aid in hitting all the notes, and she even forgets to keep singing a couple times. You're so close to her, just like last night. She vows that this time will be different, though.

After you finish the verse, Rosé surges forward, closing what little distance is left between you. During the performance you had gradually migrated closer to one another, so that made her job all the more easy.

She leans into you and smiles at the feeling of your racing heart. It lets her know that this is actually happening -- that after spending so many months waiting to finally confess and have you return her feelings, it's happening.

She tastes the strawberry chapstick on your lips, and it reminds her of the time she told you it's her favorite type. You used to wear a vanilla kind… does that mean you switched to strawberry after she told you that? (Yes, yes it does).

You bring your right hand up to her jaw and cup it as you move to deepen the kiss. A soft groan escapes her lips at this, and she doesn't waste any time in kissing you back even harder than before. It's long-overdue, and she can't get enough of you.

All too quickly, though, Rosie gets lost in the embrace, and the lounge is filled with feedback as the mic drops to the floor. She jumps at the sudden noise before snatching it up, her face crimson with embarrassment. After placing it back on the stand, she turns to hide her face in your neck. You just chuckle as you wrap your arms around her again. She snuggles in close to you, and you rest your head against hers.

"Awwww, they grow up so fast!" Jisoo wails, wiping imaginary tears from her eyes.

"Cough it up, Jendeukie." Lisa smirks, sticking a hand out in front of the other girl. Jennie shoots her a glare, but nonetheless reaches to the table in front of her to grab her purse.

"Not another word, Manoban." Jennie says, shoving the 5 dollar bill into Lisa's waiting palm.

The younger girl clears her throat dramatically before saying loudly, "I TOLD YOU SO! Nobody ever listens to the maknae."

You and Rosé can't contain your laughter anymore, and neither can the girls.

Soon the two of you are back on the couches, cuddling in the corner seat as the others make kissy noises at you.

She's nestled up against your side, resting her head against your chest contently.

"I know we kinda did things out of order and all, but I might as well ask. Will you be my girlfriend?" You smile dorkily as she raises up to look at you, a playful smirk of her own tugging at her lips.

"Absolutely, Y/N." She has stars in her eyes and a dreamy expression on her features as she leans in to kiss you again.

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A Dance. Jeremiah Valeska x Reader

AN: Hello! Long Time no see huh? I have started writing again and what better way to start than with the softest boi!

Link to the song the Reader plays: https://youtu.be/pIgZ7gMze7A

Let me know what you think and if there should be a part two??

I was aiming this is right before and during S04/E17

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It was still.

Soundless suave from the occasional tick of the old hands of the grandfather clock placed elegantly in the corner of the spacious room. Dust was gathering on the table tops; you had been ignoring it for about a week or so.

Sometimes it gets to him-

Sometimes.

Your significant other, Xander Wilde.

Lately he’d been holing himself in his office, or on a conference call with his associates.

The stoic, ginger haired man was busy, you understood this.

Owning your own company was a lot.

Your leg began to bounce softly off the edge of your cushioned chair, tapping against the plush fabric to a rhythm familiar as you turned the next page in your book.

He was busy sure- but he made time for you.

Dinners, take out naturally delivered by his proxy. Movie nights, occasionally spent curled up on the couch that now sat neglected on the other side of the room.

Your favorite however; was the times he’d flip on the record player; the corner of his lip would twinge in the faintest of grins. His knowing grin as you called it, he’d usually flash one as he selected the music for your dance.

Xander’s ocean eyes would drift over to you, peeking from over the top of his glasses as the record would start sending you into a near giggle fit every time.

He’d reach out, sweep you off your feet and gently glide around the room in an endless nonsensical pattern. His hand was on your waist as he led you in an imaginary waltz, pulling you ever so close your noses nearly touched.

He was different then, his face would drop into his rare soft grin and his eyes, you would dare say light up watching you. Your hands crawling up his shoulder and gliding down to hold his to hold him closer.

You’d lay your head on his chest and let the world, the worries, the work go.

It was nothing when you carelessly stepped across the carpeted living room, twirling about without a care in the world.

You took a breath marking the page in your book. You’d reached out to his proxy, and requested a new record, something with a little more…kick.

Well, new was perhaps not the right term but kick, definitely yes.

You rose from your plush chair, stretching your back as you set the book down. Your eyes laid on the solid wooden door that separated you from your beloved.

If layers of dust and neglected dishes piled in the sink wouldn’t make him see you, perhaps this would.

With a careful hand you spun the vinyl. The cover was worn and slightly tattered from use, you inspected it momentarily before pulling out the record. Gently you laid it on the turntable, setting into place before slinking over to the door.

You sucked in a breath as you paused hesitant at the door.

“Xander?” his name tumbled from your mouth as you rasped against the heavy wood.

No response.

Perhaps he didn’t hear you.

Again, you knocked calling his name louder.

Silence met your reserve as you let out a small huff, impatient.

The wheels turned in your head as you stared into empty space. A soft smile twitched on the corner of your lips.

Working is one thing, but ignoring you is another.

With narrowed eyes you strode back to the turntable, with a flick of your wrist you switched it on eyes darting back to the door again, just in case.

Gently you pushed the dial for the volume, going about as high as it could before setting the needle down to put your plan in motion.

The smooth instrumentals sent your body swaying as the music blared through the den.

You shifted the weight in your heels as you twisted about keeping a watchful eye on the door.

The music swept through the room, sending you into a state as your mind focused on the beat.

You put the boom-boom into my heart

You send my soul sky-high

When your lovin' starts

You swept around the furniture spinning and twirling around aimlessly, singing as loudly as you could manage. No longer was the warm reserved space a living room, melting away in your mind’s eye to stage, open and wide just for you. The soft lamp lighting transformed to bright spot lights that strobed the walls.

Jitterbug into my brain

Goes a bang-bang-bang

‘Til my feet do the same

The words fell from your mouth as if on cue, your chest heaving as you shouted out into the invisible crowd.

You didn’t notice as the door to Xander’s study cracked open, his face twisted into a disgruntled sneer as he looked out into the living room, annoyed his work flow was interrupted. The walls were shaking. His concentration broken as the acescent rumbling pounded through the door. His chest tightened as he prepared to scold you for being so loud.

His brows rose into a curious arch as he caught sight of your form twirling about. Your nose wrinkled as your face contorted fixated on the words as you sang blissfully unaware of his presence.

For a split second he contemplated turning the music down, alerting you to his presence and going back to his work, those thoughts were quickly discarded as he found himself rooted in place eyes glued to you.

He leaned against the wooden frame, mouth still agape as his eyes followed your enraptured movements, you were so enthralling, the way your hips swayed and your body danced about, wrapped in your own little world.

You take the grey skies outta’ my waay

You make the sun shine brighter than Doris Day

You turned a bright spark into a flame

My beats per minute never been the same

You were singing… about him.

Xander felt his body tense, his dark brows furrowed in thought. Recently, he’d been neglecting you for his most recent project. He’d skipped dinners taking them in his office, or not eating at all, working so late into the night that he’d come out and find you curled up on the couch, the book you were reading hanging loosely in your hand or fallen forgotten on the floor.

Each time his heart panged with regret, yet, he still overlooked you…

After all this time, you still cared about him. He noticed when you set out meals for him lovingly wrapped up with a hand written note or brewed coffee before you fell asleep. His eyes fell to the table and the dust that was layered on its surface… usually the two of you would clean together. An activity that calmed you both, a menial task. But one that was fun when he was with you, the way you’d turn dusting or dishes into a game or just a time to reflect and enjoy.

He admired you, finding your sense of wonder and forever finding joy in something so small endearing.

As if on their own, he felt his body throw its self forward his feet following suit. He reached for your hand; his face flushed as he took hold of your wrist, your eyes opening in realization.

“X..Xander…” his name was soft on your lips as you peered up at him.

Your eyes sending him into a flustered frenzy he moved to spin you, trying to match the rhythm as he tottered with the music.

This wasn’t the type he was used to; the soft melodies of classical were typical in your shared home, gentle waltzing that was slow and simple.

You giggled as he clumsily danced with you, his fingers laced with yours as he awkwardly watched his feet as not to step on you. Your fingertips softly lifted his chin to meet your bright gaze, wordlessly you beckoned him to follow you. He sucked down a needed breath copying your motions, quickly coming in to his own as he spun you in his arms.

His blush faded as he moved with you, eyes settling on your face. He felt his cheeks crack as a faint line of a smile graced his lips. Xander cherished these moments with you, savored them, however; he couldn’t force back the slivers of voices whispering in his ears.

Fraud

If only she knew the real you…

She wouldn’t be dancing cheek to cheek with a monster...

Your head tipped as your lover stared ahead aimlessly his blue eyes faded behind his glasses. His chest steadily falling in shallow breathes as his grip loosened on your hands.

You been through so many of these with him, they’d become more frequent in recent months and you couldn’t figure out why.

Gently you pushed yourself against his chest as you caressed his cheek with the pad of your thumb, gingerly reaching to press your forehead against his.

He shifted under your hand, sweeping his arm to your waist to pull you closer as his eyes closed as he basked in your touch.

“Darling…”

His voice was barely a whisper as he pressed into your hand.

“I… need to

“Sir-

The urgent voice of his proxy pulled his head away from yours. Your eyes flickered to her rigid form in the door way to the labyrinth.

Immediately Xander straightened himself. Your hand falling to the way side as you took a step back.

He took a in cool breath, collecting his thoughts as he adjusted his suit jacket. His calculated eyes turned to you again; a look of faint concern etched on his face.

Xander’s tone shifted.

“Ecco take Y/N to our room.”

It wasn’t a suggestion, rather a command.

His hands reached to squeeze yours in some attempt to soothe you as he stepped closer.

The woman in the door way quickly made a move towards you.

“What’s going on?” Your voice hitched in your throat as you spoke, gaze bouncing confused between the two figures.

“Xander, Please-

You spoke again, voice cracked with worry as Ecco touched your arm nodding to her boss.

His eyes were downcast, his gaze going past you to the floor as his head shook softly. He pulled away swiftly moving past you before you could latch on to him.

“Ecco will keep you safe.”

The young blonde pursed her lips as her grip tightened, her voice was hard as she pulled you from your spot on the floor.

“Come with me miss.”

“Xander Wilde-

Your feet were firm as you rooted yourself down; your voice was harsh as you called after him again.

You will tell me what is going on!”

He paused just before he slipped away from view, your tone causing him to freeze; hesitating only for a mere moment before continuing on his way his eyes front.

You felt weak as he vanished down the slinking hallways of the maze.

Ecco tugged at your arm, now half dragging you along as she led you away from the den. Your eyes glued to the spot where he stopped, hoping he’d come back for you.

The record was forgotten now, music long over. The needle scratching endlessly in the silence of your screams, a faint memory of what was only an hour ago. You were blissfully unaware then, completely and utterly clueless to how your life would burn in the turmoil of what was coming.

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yourfantasymen · 2 years

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Open to: Any male

Plot: My muse is an exotic dancer / escort and after performing on a stage at an all male venue, he goes to the back room where he meets your muse - the one who paid for time with him. Can be strangers or it can be someone that he knows - up to you

Be sure to specify muse

With the music booming and strobe lights going, he found himself gyrating his hips on stage as a hand roamed along the expanse of his stomach and towards one of his pectorals, teasing the nipple there for the audience. The skimpy pair of briefs he wore accentuated two things - how curvaceous and pert his ass was and how full the basket was, hinting as to what lied underneath. Bills were tossed his way, cheers thrown as he lowered the waistband of his briefs past his ass to expose the beautiful curve and allow it to jiggle and dance for his viewers, but soon the music ended and it was time for him to get off stage. The second that he did, however, a bouncer approached him and told him that someone requested his presence in one of the private rooms, so with a smirk, he was quick to head to the one reserved for him. “You wanted a private showing?” he asked as he walked in, the smirk still pulling at his lips as the door closed - and locked behind them.

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princessmariaphiliper · 3 years

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THE SLEEPOVER FIC | Part 8 The Sleepover

Notes: James Acaster, No warnings babes xoxo

Pairing: James Acaster x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Slow Burn fic

Words: 2,739

Summary: You and James have put yourselves into trouble, but you think maybe it’s hotter that way.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9

You and James had been laying together for quite some time now. Dwelling in your act of sin. Guilt pumped through your blood, clouding your mind. But for the most part all you could feel were Jame’s arms wrapped around you. Your stomach a mix between dread and delight, two complex emotions rising and falling at once. There was so much to say, yet you chose to keep your silence in the now darkened evening. The sun having set long ago.

You’d both gotten dressed once again and cleaned up yourself in an attempt to regain some dignity. James ran a thumb across your shoulder as the Tv droned on, the backdrop to your shallow breaths. He cleared his throat, your head bobbing up from his chest. You thought he might speak. However after looking longingly into your eyes he opted for a kiss instead. Unlike the previous kisses of the night this one felt sincere and somewhat shy. The kind of kiss that you would give at the altar. A performative innocence fit for a virgin. Perhaps this was all the two of you could manage to muster as you drifted gently to sleep.

You awoke at what you presumed to be the early hours of the morning with James checking his phone. Noticing you stir, he whispered tenderly into the dark.

“Sorry, did I wake you?”

“A little, what time is it?”

“Three thirty seven.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah,” James pulled himself up onto his elbows, you rolled off of his chest body going cold from the lack of his radiation. “Sorry I didn’t mean to fall asleep, I’ll get going.”

The pit of your stomach sank, not liking the idea at all. Your mouth began to speak before your brain could register your words.

“You can stay if you like, I just opened a new toothbrush packet. I wouldn’t want you getting on the tube so late.”

James seemed slightly stunned by the prospect, body stiffening beside you. Your breath hitched, unable to see his expressions fully in the dark. You feared you might have said too much.

“Are you sure?” James worried.

“If you like, I don’t mind,”

“Okay.” He waited a while before beginning to stand, you stirred also, stretching to turn on the lap beside your sofa. You winced your eyes before the bright strobe flushed through the room.

“Ah fuck,” James mumbled under his breath, covering his eyes with his palms. Although you could see through your own adjusting that the corner of his mouth was twisted in a smile.

“Sorry,”

“No you’re not, that was purposeful.”

“Maybe.” You smiled as James turned around to face you. Standing slowly. Thighs tender from their extensive use earlier in the night. Sleep commanded its way through you, eyes stinging from the time of day, you yawned loudly with a stretch.

“Can I use your shower tomorrow? I’m a sweaty boy.”

“Yeah that's fine. I have to be at the studio early so do you want me to wake you up or..?”

“Yeah please. I’m recording a podcast with Ed tomorrow morning.”

Oh god Ed. Criminality washing over you again as you began to make your way over to your bedroom. James hot on your heels. Ed could never know that you’d slept with James. You knew it would cause far too much complication in an already complex situation. You threw yourself under your covers as James climbed in timidly beside you. As though he wasn’t sure it was okay for him to join. You watched him as he lay down, falling on his side to face you. You smiled over at him which he returned before planting a light kiss upon the tip of your nose. Shutting his eyes.

Deciding it would be better to consider such trivial things about your actions come morning, you cosied up to James. His arm falling naturally around you as you came closer. You faded into a dream for the second time that evening.

Seven AM your alarm began to blare out into the morning dew. Your mind registered the noise on autopilot. Fingers crawling underneath your pillow to silence the drone. For a few minutes you lay in the glow, not wanting to rise just yet. You loved mornings like these in London. Where the city was just beginning to sturr. Where you could dream up a new life for yourself before your snooze alarm kicked in.

Before this could happen however, a stirring of movement beside you pulled you out of dreamland. An arm twitched awake to your shock bringing you back down to earth. Remembering the events of the night previous. You opened your eyes with difficulty, sleep having crystallised in the corners, meeting the side profile of James waking up too.

You lay there for some time, taking in the silence as a blessing before your busy day ahead. The arm underneath your pillow felt numb and heavy. After a moment though you knew that you had to get ready, gently prodding James’s arm you spoke croakily.

“James.”

“Hmm?”

“It seven,”

“Okay.” James mumbled huskily in his morning voice. Sending a little tingle down your spine. He sat up slowly, all the time his eyes closed. Seemingly not wanting to adjust to the morning light. You dragged yourself up and began to get dressed timidly. Somewhat shying away in case James could see your body.

Everything felt a little strange.

Here the two of you were waking up in the same bed as though you had been a couple for years, yet you’d only met him a week prior. You felt comfortable enough to change your shirt, but you opted to change your pants while he was showering.

“Um,” He said tiredly “Am I still okay to…”

Presuming he was talking about getting cleaned up, you nodded. He stood groggily, making his way over to the bathroom upon approval. As he moved you noticed he was still wearing his shorts and t-shirt from yesterday.

It was nowhere near as hot as the day prior and you considered that shorts might not be the most appropriate attire for work. Somehow feeling guilty about it you decided to search for something in your wardrobe he could wear.

Once he had left the room you pulled on some new underwear and leggings. Making your way over to your wardrobe you delved into the back. Recalling a pair of trousers you’d bought for your ex’s birthday a few years prior, you started to dig through piles of old clothes. You weren't the sentimental type of person. You hadn’t kept such items to keep the memory of him alive in your life. It was simply that you’d broken up a few months before Christmas, and having bought the gifts early you decided to keep them. Considering they might be useful for any projects you might be involved with in the future. In addition to this it was far past the return date when the two of you broke it off.

You pulled out the pair of plum coloured slacks, contemplating for a long while if it would be strange to offer them for James to wear. His voice booming into the room once again.

“Y/n.”

“Yeah?” You rose from your crouched position, following his voice.

“How do you work your shower?”

You chuckled, feeling for him you headed towards the bathroom. Knocking timidly on the door.

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah one second.”

“Are you decent?”

“Sure,”

You pushed open the door, peaking your head inside the shower spat out incohesively into the drain. James stood a few steps away from the door in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, hair slightly damp. You glanced over at him, noticing the small hickies dotted across his neck from last night. Making you bush. You made a note to check yourself once over in the mirror for the same.

“I can’t get it to heat up, sorry” He flustered, causing you to smile kindly at him.

“It’s okay it does this sometimes,”

Stemming into the room you placed the trousers on the sink for him later. You snaked your arm around the water reaching the faucet. As all showers, it was a rather simple design once you knew how to use it. But you couldn’t blame James, showering at other peoples houses was always a stressful business. You turned it towards yourself. Waiting a minute for the water to run hot.

“Just turn it right when you’re done and it’ll shut off, make sure you get out first though because it goes freezing if you don't do it fast enough.” You offered.

“Sure,”

“Oh erm,” You hesitated, “I got those out for you, I don’t know if they’re your size but I figured you wouldn’t want to put on dirty clothes.”

Pointing at the slacks James’s eyes followed your finger to the sink. A warm beam crossed his face before he uttered a ‘thank you’. You left him to clean up while you made some food and a drink for each of you.

“James.” You called out as the kettle boiled. The shower had finished a short while ago, causing you to assume he was close to being ready.

“Yes chef.”

He came into the kitchen, towelling his hair with one hand to dry it off. He looked kind of sexy like that. Dressed in the pants you’d given him. Forearm in an L shape defining the muscle under his skin. You stared for a moment, studying his features, you wished you knew what he was thinking.

“Tea or coffee?” You asked remembering you had to speak for a conversation to happen.

“I’d love a coffee, do you have decaf?”

“I think so”

You had an inkling that you had a couple of mini sachets somewhere in your cupboard. You dug through as James leant his body against your kitchen worktop. Arm finally dropping down to let his hair air dry.

“Y/n.”

“James.”

There was a pause in the air where you thought he might begin to voice an internal dialogue. You didn’t look at him, forcing yourself to search busily for the coffee that you’d already found. James didn’t say anything either. For the longest time you both stood around in silence until the toaster popped to break it.

“Ah,” You mumbled, “Here it is!”

You mixed the drinks, opting to pour them into travel mugs as it was already getting quite late. You didn’t know when James had to be at work, but you knew that if you didn’t leave soon the tube would be horrific. Handing the decaf to him you grabbed your slice of toast, James coming closer to grab his own. Noticing it was slightly burnt you turned to him deflated.

“Shit sorry, I’ll make you some more if you like,”

“Oh no its okay, I quite like it burnt.”

“Are you sure” You pulled a face at him, but he was smiling at you. Body a couple of inches away. You could smell your own shampoo and body wash on him, having muted the scents of last night. Becoming aware of the fact you hadn’t showered since, you had quite an intensive class today that you knew would have you leaving the studio in buckets. He didn’t know that though. You hoped to god he didn’t think you were gross.

“I’m just happy I’ve been fed.” James warmed. Coming away from you now. He headed over to your fridge, opening it up and studying the contents. He pulled out the butter and some honey, making his way back towards you and the toaster. Quietly he whistled as he began to butter both slices of toast, one for each of you. Coating them with honey afterwards. It was refreshing to watch him perform such a mundane task. With a heavy heart you sighed. Blue from the gut wrenching feeling that your sleepover was short lived. You couldn’t shake the feeling that everything was far too complicated.

James presented you with your slice, holding it up to your mouth to take a bite. You accepted with a sad smile. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” You brushed off, “Shall we get going?”

An air surrounded you and James as you swiped your oyster cards entering the station. The two of you had made casual chit chat, both dancing around what the two of you were desperate to be said. Somehow the conversation has moulded your plans for the rest of the week. You hadn’t anything special, you thought maybe Ed would be coming to visit at some point. Stepping onto the escalator one after the other you waited with the crowd.

“Ah,”

“Single life,” You joked

“Must be nice.” James said with a hint of sadness in his voice. Making you feel a mixture of guilt and tenderness. He noticed the pause in conversation, turning to you with a panicked look in his eyes. “Sorry, I don't know why I said that!”

“It’s okay?”

“No it’s not,” He fretted “I don’t want you to get a bad image of me-”

“I won’t James.”

“I,” James started, pausing for a moment to consider his words. “So what now?”

“I’m not just some rebound to help you flesh out a narrative James.”

“I don’t want you to be.”

“We don’t know each other that well,”

You both stepped onto the escalator, James behind you. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, speaking into your hair.

“I’d like to get to know you,”

He stated, looking into your eyes with full transparency making your humble heart skip a beat. You pondered the idea for a moment, his chin sitting atop of your head. You could feel his heart beating quickly against his back, indicating that he was feeling almost as heightened as you at the minute. You looked down, noticing that you had a long while before the two of you reached the bottom, you turned around to face James. His face pulled back as you did so.

“Well,” You began, “I just want you to know, if you fuck me about James I wont be able to forgive you. I’ve spent far too many years fighting for people that only gave half of a shit about me and I’m done with that. But I’m willing to try something if you are, honestly, I think you’re an amazing guy and I love spending time with you. But, I’m not going to sit around and wait for you to realise that you just wanted an excuse to leave her, and along the way you found me. I won’t put myself through that.”

A weight lifting from your chest, James contemplated your statement for a moment. Eyes darting across your face.

“Can I be honest?”

“I’d prefer it,”

“I’m not going to pretend like I didn’t initially just find you attractive. But the longer time we’ve spent together. I just can’t stop thinking about you. I’ve not - stopped thinking about you since we met. I know it hasn’t been that long and that terrifies me too. But I’m not going to let you walk out of my life without trying to get to know you more. Because you feel like home in a way I can’t describe” James smiled at you, taking your hand in his. “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life Y/n. I can’t even think about how anyone else ever made me feel. So no, you can’t ever be ‘just a rebound’ ”

You blinked up at him through your lashes, a tenderness forming inside of you. His words had taken you by surprise. He let go of your hand, taking your silence in embarrassment. You turned around, close to reaching the end of the elevator.

“I’d like to know you better too James.” You said in almost a whisper. “But, if we do this.”

“Yeah,”

The two of two walked to your platform. Contemplating your words, you took his hand one more time, determined to keep them glued together from now.

“We can’t let Ed know anything. I refuse to be seen as a mistress by anyone, let alone him. Once you’ve officially broken it off with…”

“Sarah.” Adding a name to the imaginary face did not help the guilt you discovered.

“Then we can, you know, start to go on dates with him knowing.”

“I think that’s probably for the best.”

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1997devil · 4 years

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magic, madness, heaven, sin

pairing: joshua x fem reader

w.c.: 2.5k (oops)

includes: one night stand!shua, mentions of infidelity in the beginning, mentions of alcohol, lots of dirty talk (praises), slight oral (male receiving), protected(!!!) sex

the strobe lights of the nightclub amplify the pounding of your headache from the shots you’d downed in succession. you welcome it anyways, for it succeeds in chasing away the visions of the man who you’d dumped just hours before this.

he’d been your everything, and your mother would account for how much you’d loved him, from all the gushing about him that you did during your weekly phone calls. it definitely was your fault for the breakup because it definitely was your fault you caught him kissing the girl he said was nothing but a close friend from work. you figured they were pretty close enough with the way he shoved his tongue into her mouth, hands ghosting over her chest.

the worst part was, they were doing it in your living room. the very room you’d poured all of your soul into, making weekly trips to ikea and antique stores to find the little trinkets you knew would shape the perfect ambiance. you’d flung the promise ring he had slotted onto your left ring finger at him, aiming directly at the crown of his hair you’d spent hours carding your fingers through. he only barely managed to catch a glimpse of you as you hurried back out of the apartment, needing to be anywhere but there, the very place you’d dubbed your safe spot. the taxi driver had only inquired where your destination was and was kind enough to offer you some tissues when you’d arrived at the nearest nightclub, after hearing sniffles from his backseat.

you can still feel the weight of the ring that had been on your finger, fiddling with it out of habit only to not find it in its place as it should be. anger rises at your throat and your fingers wrap around the glass to down the drink – gibson, dry as he liked it. your eyes glaze over the space, skimming over strangers’ heads dancing on the dance floor, the bass of the dj set resonating from the walls and into your ears. it lures you from your spot at the bar to the dance floor, not caring your drink is spilling everywhere from bumping into bodies swaying to the beat.

you find a space somewhere in the corners and you just casually nod along to the music, sipping from your cocktail. despite a part of you still clinging to the past, the other part of you feels free, like a bird set free from its cage. you feel yourself losing to the swimming feeling induced by the alcohol in your veins. you manage to bring yourself back to the bar when you fear your ankles might snap from the way you sway in your heels, safely disposing yourself on one of the plush chairs lining the marble-tiled bar.

you go back to languidly scanning across the cramped room until your eyes land on a man weaving in and out of your sight among the throng of the people on the dance floor. he seems to be with two of his other friends, one with dyed silver hair that seems to sparkle in the strobe lights and another one with cropped brown hair and a godlike facial structure you can pinpoint even from far away.

you keep your eyes trained on the first guy you spotted. something simmers within you as you not so equivocally check him out: is he wearing a sheer shirt? and is that the glint of a silver ear cuff on his right ear? all of a sudden you meet his eyes and the drunken fog in your mind seems to clear up in a snap.

the pitter-patter of your heart rings louder than the booming bass as you watch him whisper something to one of his friends before he turns away and walks towards you. he’s even more beautiful as he comes closer to you, what with his catlike eyes and pink lips that leave you dying to know how they taste. you notice there’s a swipe of eyeshadow on his lids as the hoods of his eyes drop as he finally arrives at his destination.

“hello,” the man starts, voice tinged with a drop in an octave that sends honey dripping down your spine, “something caught your attention?”

you preen at being caught for checking him out so blatantly but you manage to keep your composure. “if i say it’s you, what would i get?”

he chuckles. “you’ll see.”

you run the risk of being bold, and your finger goes up to play with the dangly cuff on his right earlobe. “this did.”

his hands – goodness they’re huge, wouldn’t that mean that – wrap around your wrist, and he leaves a light kiss on your knuckles before he drops it to your side, fingers still holding on.

“you can call me joshua.” you recall ever hearing this nickname being shouted in a grainy instagram story by one of your friends, and come to think of it, it was uploaded with a geotag that led to this same club. “what about you?”

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there’s an odd flashback yet not out of place as joshua drags you by the wrist towards the restrooms somewhere near the back of the club. it makes you feel like a dumb university student once more, looking to relieve the stress of submitting essays and final assessments. the thick concrete of the walls mute the music a bit and you can hear the voice in your head sounding urgent alarms and telling you to stop. you don’t listen to the bells as your hands grip joshua’s belt to tug him closer to you.

joshua leans into you, and your arms travel to rest on his chest, unleashes a weight on him that’s dizzying and thrilling.

“is there a man i should be worried about?”

“was.” you can barely let a word out without choking at the feeling of him skittering kisses along your jawline. that’s all he needs to hear.

he shoves a leg in between yours, telling you to grind your clothed core on his thigh.

you harshly pant as you rut your core onto his leg, the friction of the material of his trousers against your bare thigh sending you into a frenzy. “baby’s already so needy,” joshua smirks before he dips his head and closes the distance to meet your mouth, effectively shutting you up, swallowing your gasps.

it’s filthy and sweet, tasting the cranberry juice from joshua’s tongue. he holds you firmly with his fingers on your jaw, lets you lick deeper into his mouth, swallows every whimper that drips from your throat. when you separate there’s a sheen on your swollen lips and joshua just wants to taste from it all night long. the desperation in your tummy grows tenfold the more he tells you to keep grinding, even bouncing his leg which sends jolts all over your body.

joshua shoves you off of his leg right before you come, and it takes all of your willpower to separate yourself. (joshua can hardly admit just how hard he got from hearing your sob at stopping you right before you hit your high.) both of you unanimously agree that fucking in the club bathroom is for college students who still have the shamelessness and suave to pull it off, so you manage to leave the place and hail a cab and joshua mutters his address before he turns to you again, hands heavy on your thigh as he presses kisses to your shoulder and cheek.

he grabs your hand once more when you palm him over his pants, and you can already feel how he needs it just as badly as you do. he brings it up to his lips, pressing kisses onto the knuckles which muffles his dirty words so the driver can’t hear. “you’ll be good for me, won’t you, baby? wait till i get home so i can fuck you like you were begging me in the club?” you think your voice will crack if you vocally respond so you just nod in an albeit urgent manner, letting him know just how desperate you are.

you manage to hand the driver the bills and thank him before you slip out of the cab and up the stairs into joshua’s apartment. joshua doesn’t know how he manages to unlock the door, haphazardly pulling his shoes off and take you to the bedroom with the way you’re pressing warm kisses to his neck, but he manages to do so and presses you against the door.

your cheeks are flushed even under the harsh lighting of his bedroom and soft giggles leave your lips, and a part of joshua that’s still sober even from all the drinks seungcheol shoved towards him at the club earlier flutters, thinking to himself just how beautiful you look even when you’re half wrecked from your ministrations in the club restroom.

joshua kisses you again, hands working to unzip your dress as he turns you towards the bed, before the back of your knees hit the edge of the mattress and has you lay over his sheets.

he just about growls when he finally gets your dress off and sees the lacey white lingerie that frames and decorates your body. he’s entranced by the way the lace lines your chest to your stomach, no doubt the bottoms are ruined from how wet and desperate you were from riding his thigh. it’s enough to make him shudder, eyes growing darker at how he just wants to fuck you already.

“do you like it?” you ask, slightly muffled by your hand right above your mouth, shy yet with a wide smile.

he bends down, leaves butterfly kisses trailing from your tummy to your neck, where he sucks marks that your coworker will probably see. “you look beautiful, sweetheart. did you get all dressed up? hope someone would fuck you so good so you’d forget about him?”

“y-yeah,” you punctuate your answer with a high pitched moan when he suckles on your sweet spot.

his fingers press onto your clothed core, right where the wet spot smears the fabric. he rubs small figure eights, and it makes you grip onto his arm as a means of grounding yourself from the pleasure. under the clasp of your fingers on his arm do you realize he’s still clothed, and you tug on his sleeve as a signal.

he chuckles at feeling you tug and hearing you whine, so he straightens back up and takes his time unbuttoning his shirt. your eyes are glazed over when he pushes the clothes off of his shoulder, revealing his body you knew wasn’t so bad from the way your palms were running along his chest and back.

it feels like forever watching him unbuckle his belt and you know he’s purposefully dragging it out to tease you. you huff before you rise from the sheets, your impatient hands slapping his away so you can unzip his pants yourself. his trousers and briefs come off in one go, and his cock stands against his stomach, already hard and leaking pearls of precome right at the tip.

you’re overcome with the urge to tease him back so you slowly take his length into your mouth. joshua’s hand immediately comes up to tangle in your hair, and you whine at the delicious tug of his fingers finding purchase amidst your locks. you run your tongue at the underside of his cock, tracing the prominent veins which has him groaning so deeply.

you work him up even more than he already was, and he tugs you off right as he’s about to come. your lips are slick and cherry red from your act and joshua swoops to kiss you again, tasting his own release from your mouth as he slowly lays you back down on the bed.

joshua deftly unhooks your bra, and nearly rips your underwear off, laying you bare right in front of him. “my goodness,” he hums as he pushes you up towards the headboard, laying on his pillows. “you’re so pretty, sweetheart,” biting and suckling on your nipples as he keeps his glimmering eyes on your face, watching as you throw your head back from the pleasure. “i haven’t even put my cock in you and you’re already so wrecked, hm? so pliant, so desperate, all ready for me?”

he lifts himself from you again to grab a condom in his nightstand drawer, and your hands can’t seem to settle as he slips it on his length, warm hands pushing your ankles and thighs to widen your legs. “are you nervous, baby?”

“k-kinda,” you mumble, watching as he comfortingly runs his hand on your thighs. “h-haven’t done this with anyone else in a bit,” all the boldness in you from the club earlier simmering down now that joshua’s really about to fuck you.

“-ssokay, sweetheart,” his voice drops into a low rumble that makes your tummy flutter yet again., “i’ll take care of you,” he comes closer to you, pressing his lips to yours to distract you from the feeling of him pushing into your core. you’re so wet that he slides in with ease, and the burn melts into pleasure that tickles you all the way to your fingertips. your hands circle around his neck, keeping him close to you. the combination of his gentle kisses and the thrust of his hips rips sweet moans from your throat that joshua gladly drinks up.

“fuck,” he groans as your walls squeeze around him, “s-so tight, so g-good,” he slurs as he continues to thrust, “you take me in so well, don’t you, sweetheart? so nice and–f-fuck –so warm for me.” he continues praising you as you chase your high, his words getting to you, the hold of your arms around his shoulders tightening.

“you gonna come for me, baby? gonna come on my c-cock?” he grunts, pressing into you, not even an inch of space between your bodies.

“y-yes, please, make me come,” you cried out, losing yourself to how good joshua is making you feel. joshua thrusts a bit more until the coil in you finally snaps, not even needing to verbalize how close you are as you reach your orgasm, whining a mixture of joshua’s name and incoherent garbles masked as moans, joshua swallowing every single sound that comes out of your mouth. he fucks into you once, twice before coming, tipped over at your walls clamping down on his cock as you came, you curling your fingers in his jet black hair. you stay like this for a while, joshua riding out your orgasm languidly until you brokenly whine, practically crying at this point at how good he feels.

your vision blurs as he slips out, disposes his condom, before returning with a wet washcloth to clean you up. he slips a random t-shirt he grabbed from his closet onto your bare body, the hem coming down to right above your thighs. you feel like putty as he takes care of you, his voice lulling you as he speaks his last praises, keeping you awake until he slips to behind you underneath the covers. he presses a kiss and a “goodnight” to your temple before he drifts off.

(you’re just thankful he doesn’t kick you out the second he’s done fucking you. maybe you could get used to this.)

#seventeen #svt #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen fic #seventeen smut #joshua #hong jisoo #joshua scenarios #joshua imagines #joshua fic #joshua smut #t:fic #f:mild #mine #wrote this so i could read it myself thank u

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la-muerta · 3 years

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first lines: fic-writers meme

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favourite authors!

I was tagged by @poemsfromthealley ! Here goes, in order of most recently updated:

1. these violent delights [rated M; The Untamed/MDZS, a Romeo+Juliet AND 上海滩 (Shanghai Bund) AU]

The train pulls into the station with a wail of metal against metal and a choking cloud of dust and grey smoke.

2. Lost & Found // 有缘千里来相会 [rated T; The Untamed/MDZS, an airport meet-cute also exploring the themes of family, belonging, and the meaning of home. It’s set during Chinese New Year so there’s plenty of CNY traditions in there!]

It has been too long since Wei Ying has been back.

3. walk the plank (into dark water) [rated M; The Untamed/MDZS, a “Pirates of the Caribbean”-inspired AU with Chinese mythology mixed in, Wangxian and YanQing]

"I think we're almost there," Wei Wuxian said, straining to peer through the thick fog that surrounded them.

4. what to expect when you’re expecting the unexpected [rated E; The Untamed/MDZS, a kinkmeme prompt fill for Pregnant!Lan Zhan, featuring modern cultivators, Chinese mythology, and Wangxian being idiots]

"Well, getting in here was easier than I expected," Wei Ying remarked as they stepped into the cool darkness of the cave.

5. we’ll be carrying each other [rated T; The Untamed/MDZS, a kinkmeme prompt fill for Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian accidentally swapping bodies, featuring a lot of Yunmeng-Jiang sibling feels/emotional baggage, junior quartet, and Wangxian being idiots]

"Children! Over here!" someone called out, their voice far too loud in the silent forest.

6. show me off [rated E; The Untamed/MDZS, a Kinktober fill as well as kinkmeme prompt fill for a Zoom meeting gone very right (for Wangxian at least)]

Wei Ying doesn't know how long he's been sitting in Lan Zhan's lap.

7. Default Setting [rated E; The Untamed/MDZS, a Kinktober fill and part two of my AU where Wei Wuxian is a sexbot programmer]

Wei Ying brought his work home all the time.

8. take what you’re given [rated E; The Untamed/MDZS, a kinkmeme prompt fill for Lan Zhan fulfilling his husband’s sexual fantasies]

"Why did I agree to work with Mianmian again?" Wei Ying said with a groan, letting his head fall back as he sat down heavily on the couch.

9. Chaos Theory [rated E; The Untamed/MDZS, featuring superpowers, time travelling assassins, and mad scientist BFFs Wei Ying and Wen Qing]

Wei Ying knew better than to investigate strange noises coming from back alleys but he had never been able to leave well alone.

10. lovers be lost (but love shall not) [rated T; The Untamed/MDZS, an arranged ghost-marriage casefic set in 1910s Jiangsu, China]

"We're here, da-ye,” their driver announces as they come to a stop.

11. freak in the sheets // 人不可貌相 [rated E; The Untamed/MDZS, a kinkmeme prompt fill for gloryhole pwp featuring mistaken identities, office romance, and of course, Wangxian being idiots]

“This is possibly the worse idea you’ve ever come up with, and that’s saying something, Huaisang,” Wei Ying says, waggling a finger in the general direction of his friend. “I’m going to do it.”

12. burning bright [rated E; The Untamed/MDZS, a kinkmeme prompt fill for Dragon!Wei Ying knocking up Lan Zhan, featuring oviposition, consensual monster-fucking, and a proper Chinese dragon thank you very much]

His brother volunteers to be one of the men pushing the boat, but a part of Lan Zhan wishes he hadn't.

13. Thunderstruck [rated E; Shadowhunters (!!), a motorcycle racers AU featuring Malec riding sexy speed machines and Maiabelle enemies-to-lovers flirting via engineering, as well as Lightwood siblings feels]

Alec could smell the approaching storm, even above the ever-present stench of burning rubber, motor oil, and sun-baked tarmac.

14. Wishbone [rated E; The Untamed/MDZS, a kinkmeme prompt fill for canon-divergence when Lan Wangji decides to stay for dinner when he visits Wei Wuxian at the Burial Mounds]

Wei Wuxian finds the whole situation amusing at first, that tiny A-Yuan has Lan Zhan wrapped around his chubby little pinkie so easily.

15. No Refunds, Satisfaction Guaranteed [rated E; The Untamed/MDZS, part one of my AU where Wei Wuxian is a sexbot programmer, featuring Wangxian being idiots XD]

The bell at the entrance of the shop chimes softly, but it startles Wei Wuxian so much that he nearly falls out of his chair.

16. wrecking ball [rated E; The Untamed/MDZS, a kinkmeme prompt fill for Wei Ying “corrupting” good girl Lan Zhan, genderswap!Wangxian]

The boom from the bass is so loud that her teeth are rattling in her skull, and the harsh strobe lights are too jarring in the near-darkness of the club, but Lan Zhan thinks she's probably the only one who dislikes it.

17. to live this way is not for the meek [rated E; The Untamed/MDZS, a kinkmeme prompt fill for celebrity!Wei Ying and normal fan Lan Zhan, featuring clandestine backstage fucking and rockstar!Wei Ying]

There's still almost an hour before the concert starts, but the place is already packed to full capacity.

18. One Year Later [rated T; Shadowhunters (!!), short post-canon fic exploring what happens in the morning after Clary remembers Jace in the series finale]

"Magnus!"

19. a place for you to love me [rated E; The Untamed, post-canon fix-it casefic where Wangxian investigate a strange forest together]

Wei Wuxian leaves. Lan Zhan does not come with him.

20. the song remains the same [rated T; The Untamed, post-canon, immortal!Lan Wangji meets a reincarnated version of Wei Wuxian]

They don't live here, so bring him with them to an inn. (A "hotel", they called it. The concept is not unfamiliar but the scale of it, like everything in this time, is intimidating.)

I’ve noticed that Wei Wuxian is my go-to for POV for my MDZS fic. Also, I tend to start fics with dialogue or some sort of sound, but almost always with sensory input (sight, smell, etc).

I think my favourite opening line is #11 freak in the sheets, because it makes me laugh :D

Tagging @sfjessii , @fleurdeliser , @widdershlns , @theleakypen , @wwxadhd if you want to play!

#tag games #long post #I wrote a thing

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musette22 · 4 years

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Dancing Queens

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan (Evanstan)

Words: 3.3k

Rating: Teen and up

Warnings: Outsiders POV

A/N: So I was writing an Evanstan AU and then I got one of those pesky ideas and I wrote a different Evanstan fic in an afternoon. I don’t why my brain does what it does sometimes 🤷🏻‍♀️ Anyway, this is just something super self-indulgent and fun because I just LOVE to think of all the different ways in which Chris and Seb could’ve have gotten together (or could get together in the future), and also I love meddling friends and a tad of voyeurism. So yeah. Hope you enjoy this, and the Evanstan AU should be with you soon, too! ❤️❤️

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Twenty-two months.

It's been twenty-two months since Chris met Sebastian, and Sebastian met Chris, and the two of them fell arse over teakettle for each other. Since then, these absolute fools have been driving Hayley up the wall with their mooning, constantly making goo-goo eyes, laughing too loudly at each other’s jokes, desperately dating one pretty girl after another, only for things to fizzle out again and again because, obviously, their hearts aren’t in it. Their hearts, very clearly, belong to each other. Everyone with eyes can see that.

Well. Everyone with eyes, except for Chris and Sebastian themselves, it seems.

Tonight’s no different. The club where the wrap party for Captain America: The Winter Soldier is held is thrumming with life: people everywhere, some casually dressed, some in outfits that make Hayley, who’s not opposed to showing a bit of cleavage herself and who certainly isn’t religious, feel the urge to run to the nearest church to find a confessional booth. Lights are strobing, music is booming, liquor is flowing. Normally, Hayley would be dancing on a table at this point, or trying to get Sam Jackson to do an impromptu striptease, or doing belly shots off Hemsworth’s quite frankly spectacular abs.

Tonight, though, she’s on a mission. A mission seemingly impossible, but when Hayley sets her mind to something, she won’t rest until she succeeds. For a long time, she figured that Chris and Sebastian would simply sort themselves out at some point. No two people flirt that obviously and constantly with each other without it ever turning into either an awkward one night stand or a marriage. But clearly, neither of these things has occurred yet, or else these two pillocks would’ve stopped making such pathetic heart eyes at each other by now. It’s getting a little ridiculous.

Something needs to be done, and it seems Hayley is the one who needs to do it. Well, ultimately, it’s Chris and Sebastian who need to do it – do it lots and lots of times, preferably – but she’s accepted that she’s going to have to help them get there.

Right now, Chris – beer in hand – is telling Anthony some story that involves wildly waving his hands around and almost sloshing his beer all over himself, while Sebastian looks at him like he’s the greatest thing since sliced bread, laughing so hard he needs to hold on to Anthony for support. Truly, he couldn’t look any more smitten if he tried. Meanwhile, Anthony is looking between Chris and Sebastian with an expression of amused exasperation. Hayley feels for him. She’s been in his position plenty of times herself.

Right, then. To the rescue. Downing what’s left of her glass of red, Hayley puts the empty glass down on the nearest table and starts making her way through the throng towards where the guys are stationed.

“Hello, boys,” she greets them, doing a little twirl followed by a tah-dah gesture. “Missed me?”

She’s hailed enthusiastically, hugs all round and another twirl under Anthony’s raised right arm, before everyone starts clinking their drinks together again like inebriated people tend to do.

“Where’s your drink?” Chris shouts, louder than the volume of the music warrants, when he notices she’s not holding a glass for him to clink.

He’s clearly tipsy, if not a little drunk, all expansive gestures and slightly slurred words. Chris is always handsome and wonderful, but Hayley finds that he’s rarely as charming as when he’s had a bit to drink. The alcohol lowers his already low inhibitions further, rendering him even more affectionate and handsy than he usually is. Though he’d never be handsy in a pervy way. Mostly, Chris just wants to be close to people, preferably by enveloping them in a bear hug that will unfailingly last for longer than is strictly appropriate. The man loves to cuddle. That’s why it always pains Hayley to watch him struggle not to throw himself at Sebastian every time he gets a little tipsy. Somehow, despite the beer taking away almost all of his filter and sense of personal boundaries, he always retains a proper distance from Sebastian. At most, he lets their arms brush one too many times, or he reaches out to squeeze Sebastian’s shoulder when he laughs. But it’s not enough. It’s glaringly obvious how desperately Chris wants to be closer. He’s practically gagging for it, and it’s getting to the point where Hayley herself feels parched just from being around that much thirstiness.

Sebastian is only a little better. He’s more skilled at hiding his true emotions, better at pretending he likes Chris a normal amount, especially in professional settings. But more often than not, he does eventually slip up. He’ll giggle like a school boy with a crush at something Chris says, start to blush when Chris praises his acting skills, gaze at him adoringly when Chris is regaling everyone with some bonkers anecdote or other.

Quite frankly, it’s nothing short of a miracle that these boys haven’t figured out how they feel about each other yet, because Hayley’s sure pretty much everyone else has. It’s an open secret, if you will.

In response to his question, Hayley leans up to kiss Chris’s bearded cheek. “I don’t want a drink, I want to dance!”

Grabbing Chris’s free hand, she tugs him along behind her. “Come on, Christopher, show a girl what those hips can do.”

Mackie wolf whistles, taking the beer that Chris hastily hands him as he follows Hayley onto the dance floor.

Chris rises to the challenge as she knew he would. That boy has a competitive streak a mile wide – he reminds her of herself in that regard. It’s one reason why they would never work, even if they seem compatible at first glance. Way too similar.

Almost instantly, Chris’s hands drop to her waist, firmly settling on the curve of her hips while she starts to move them. They don’t go easy – that’s not the point of this, after all. Hayley winds her arms around Chris’s neck and presses herself up against him. Chris is a fantastic mover, even when he’s drunk, and dancing with him certainly isn’t a hardship. Still, Hayley can’t enjoy it the way she normally would, because her mind is elsewhere.

It’s a few meters to her right, in fact, where Sebastian, clad in dark skinny jeans and a white, v-neck shirt that’s almost see-through, is leaning against the wall. Watching them.

Oh god, the poor sod looks miserable already. He’s trying to hide it, of course, smiling through the pain, but the way he starts worrying his lower lip a few minutes in, averting his eyes only for them to dart back to their undulating hips, as if he’s compelled to make himself suffer… It’s clear as can be that Sebastian’s jealous to the point where he would probably quite like to strangle her, even if he also adores her.

Hayley dances with Chris a little while longer, just until the second song turns into the third, and then she figures she’s done enough. She pushes away from Chris, slapping him playfully on the chest.

“Good effort, my love,” she decides, before she cocks her head and adds, “But I think I’d like to dance with Sebastian, now. I’m keen to find out if I can tease out that pretty blush of his, what do you say?”

Chris’s eyes widen a fraction, but she doesn’t wait for a reply, instead turning on her heel and striding back towards Anthony and Sebastian.

“Alright, handsome,” she says, taking Sebastian by the hand. “You’re up.”

Sebastian splutters something about how he doesn’t really dance, but Hayley ignores him, pulling him along behind her. She knows Sebastian’s just sulking, because she’s seen him bust some serious (if not particularly graceful) moves over the years. He dances, alright. Granted, he isn’t as good of a dancer as Chris, but he’s light on his feet and he holds his booze better than Chris does.

Pressing in close immediately, she rests her hands on his biceps as his settle automatically on her waist. For a moment before she starts to move, she looks up at him, forcing him to look her in the eye.

“Hey, cheer up, grumpy cat.” She goes cross eyed. “Dance with me. Let’s show these Yanks how us European kids do it, eh?”

That gets Sebastian smiling again, that lovely, gorgeous smile of his that’s melting hearts all over the planet, if her friends who are more up to date on the latest celebrity gossip are to be believed. Hayley herself isn’t immune to it either, but while Sebastian certainly has his sassy side, deep down, he’s just too sweet for her. She’d bulldozer all over him, and they both know it. They’re much better as friends.

It’s fun, dancing with Sebastian, especially once he starts to really get into it. They make a striking pair, Hayley’s pretty sure. Two winsome brunettes, spinning and grinding on the dance floor, are sure to turn more than a few heads.

And sure enough, when Hayley darts a look over Sebastian’s shoulder towards the wall, Christopher Robert Evans is practically salivating. He’s staring at them so intently he’s nearly crushing his long-forgotten beer bottle between his hands, eyes so dark they almost seem black in the dim lighting. The seams of his too-tight, black t-shirt are straining with how tensely he's holding himself, and what’s more, Hayley is pretty sure things are beginning to stir inside those washed jeans of his.

She giggles, hiding her face in Sebastian’s neck.

“What’s so funny?” Sebastian sounds a bit bemused.

“Oh, just… men are stupid.”

“Hey,” he says, but there’s no heat behind it.

Hayley pulls back enough to look at him, placatingly patting his cheek. “It’s alright, love, at least you’re pretty.”

Predictably, Sebastian rolls his eyes in a poor attempt to hide the way the comment makes him blush. Good lord, the man has the biggest praise kink she’s ever seen in her life. Yet another reason why he and Chris are perfect for each other; Hayley’s pretty sure Chris would never shut up given the chance to praise Sebastian freely. Already, Chris can’t seem to help but call him sweet and talented and amazing every time he’s asked even the simplest question about his co-star.

Hayley deliberately steers them back towards the others a little, enough to make sure Chris can hear her when she calls out to him, “Oi, Christopher, do me a favour and come here for a second, will you?”

Chris starts, shaking himself out of his reverie. “What, me?”

“Yes, you.” Hayley clicks her fingers. “Come one, chop chop.”

Believing this to be his cue to leave, Sebastian lets go of her, trying to step back, but Hayley just grabs him tighter. “Oh no, I’m not done with you yet, pretty boy.”

“But-” Sebastian says, but Hayley shushes him with a finger to his lips.

“Sshhh. Trust me, okay?”

Sebastian’s eyes narrow slightly in confusion, but he doesn’t pull away. Hmm. Hayley always suspected he’d be good at following orders. She turns a bit, grabbing a handful of Chris’s shirt and pulling him closer, slotting him in behind her.

“Come on, boys,” she challenges, tilting her head up to look at each of them in turn. “Grant this old lady her dying wish of getting to dance with two handsome men at once, won’t you?”

“I’m a year older than you,” Chris protests – the big lug.

Hayley shrugs. “Yes, well, you know perfectly well a woman’s lifespan in Hollywood is significantly shorter than a man’s. Enough talking, now’s the time for dancing.”

She starts to move again, swaying her hips from side to side to the music and forcing them both to move with her. With her right hand, she feels behind her, finding Chris’s hand and placing it on her hip – where Sebastian’s hand is also resting. Their fingers touch, Sebastian’s left hand to Chris’s right, and Chris makes to pull away, but Hayley tightens her grip and doesn’t let him escape. Once it seems like Chris has stopped trying to resist, she switches to her left side to do the same thing, basically leaving the boys to hold hands on top of her hips.

“That’s it,” she nods approvingly. “Just follow my lead.”

Neither man says a word, both of them ostensibly focusing their attention on her, but in reality, Hayley is certain the only thing they’re aware of his how close to each other they’re dancing and where their hands are touching. She can feel the tension in both of them, feel their hearts beating fast where their chests are pressed to her back and front.

They’re not exactly dancing now, more of a slow grind that Hayley is pretty sure some of the women in their vicinity are shooting her jealous looks for, but she doesn’t give a flying fuck. All Hayley cares about in that moment is her mission, of which the crucial stage is coming up right...

Now.

In a smooth, calculated move, Hayley twists out from between Chris and Sebastian, causing them to stumble and fall forward – right into each other.

“Oh,” Sebastian blurts, hands coming up to brace himself. On Chris’s chest.

They both freeze, eyes growing wide in surprise but unable to look away; the proverbial deer in the headlights.

Before they have a chance to snap out of their shock and do something undoubtedly stupid that will endanger her entire mission, Hayley quickly grabs their shoulders and gives them a firm squeeze, effectively pushing them closer together.

“Very good, just keep dancing now. Atta boy.” And with a final pat, she’s gone.

Of course, she doesn’t go far, just stepping back far enough so that she’s out of their space but still close enough to have a clear view of what happens next.

Sebastian’s hands are still on Chris’s chest, one on each defined pectoral, while Chris’s raised hands are hovering awkwardly at the level of Sebastian’s midriff. They’re not moving, but they’re not moving away either, which Hayley counts as a tentative win. Skittishly, Sebastian averts his eyes to stare at a point somewhere over Chris’s right shoulder, and it’s all very awkward, until eventually, Chris cautiously lowers his arms, resting his hands lightly on either side of Sebastian’s waist.

At the touch, Sebastian visible exhales, as if he’d been holding his breath this entire time. In turn, Chris’s shoulders relax infinitesimally once he realizes Sebastian isn’t shoving him off. One of them, she’s not sure who, slowly starts to move again; just the slightest movement from side to side, but it’s enough to make Hayley clap her hands together in glee.

Slowly but surely, Chris and Sebastian start to sway together, finding a rhythm and sticking to it, almost perfectly in sync. They don’t speak, clearly terrified to do something that will break the spell, and it’s so ridiculously cute that Hayley has to fight the urge to squee.

While Sebastian is still studying that elusive spot on the far wall, Chris is watching Sebastian, looking completely enraptured. God, he’s so in love, it’s almost painful to watch. Hayley prays this won’t fall apart at the last minute, because Chris would be absolutely devastated and go all kicked puppy on them and that would be too much even for her to handle. Finally, her prayers are answered. It takes a while for Sebastian to gather his courage, but then he turns his head a fraction, and meets Chris’s eyes.

Hayley could swear she can feel the electricity crackling between them, can almost hear the sound of those pieces finally clicking into place. It’s quite possibly the most satisfying thing she’s ever witnessed.

The air around them changes, slows down, becomes thick and charged as they look deeply into each other’s eyes. All the while, they’re still moving together, Chris’s hands now gripping Sebastian’s waist more firmly as Sebastian’s hands slowly slide around to clutch at Chris’s shoulders. Chris pulls Sebastian’s hips forwards, flush with his own, and Hayley sees how Sebastian’s fingers dig into the meat of Chris’s shoulders. When Chris leans in a hair’s breadth, Sebastian responds in kind until their foreheads are touching, their noses bumping together, breathing the same air.

Chris murmurs something Hayley can’t make out, probably some sort of endearment, and then he's moving in, eyes closing as their lips meet for the very first time.

Hayley doesn’t even try stop the sound of pure joy that escapes her. She punches the air, whirling on the spot and almost bumping into Anthony. Anthony, who is beaming, grinning from ear to ear.

“You did it!” he yells, holding up his hand for Hayley to high five, which she does with feeling.

“I fucking did it!” Elated, she throws her arms around Antony’s shoulders and lets him spin her around. “Wait, wait,” she says as she’s put back on her feet again. “I need to see the rest.”

She turns back to the dance floor, just in time to see Chris lift his right hand to the side of Sebastian’s face. His big palm cradles Sebastian’s jaw as his thumb swipes almost tenderly back and forth over his cheekbone. Both of them have closed their eyes and they’ve all but stopped moving, too caught up in the kiss to have any attention to spare for dancing. Hayley can’t blame them. They’re stunning, getting lost in each other after nearly two years of helpless pining. It’s a sight she doesn’t think she’ll forget any time soon.

As she’s watching, the kiss deepens. Someone opens their mouth, the other follows suit, and suddenly there’s tongues – tongues and slick lips, hungry mouths devouring each other as if they’ve been starving for years and are finally, finally being fed.

Chris has got a tight hold of Sebastian and doesn’t look like he’s planning on letting him go anytime soon, but fortunately, Sebastian doesn’t look like he minds. In fact, he’s slowly sliding his hands down Chris’s wide back, lower and lower until they find his ass and he squeezes. Hayley can almost hear the growl Chris lets out at that, the way his fingers tighten in Sebastian’s hair, making him gasp for air.

“Whoa,” Anthony mutters next to her, “I feel like I’m seein’ some things I’m not supposed be seein’.”

Hayley’s never been a prude, far from it, but even she starts to feel a little voyeuristic. She hums. “Might be time for them to move it off the dance floor, at least.”

She wades into the crowd until she reaches the tangled mess of limbs formerly known as Chris and Sebastian, tapping them on the shoulder to try and get their attention.

“My darlings, I am ecstatic that you’ve finally come to your senses, but you might want to move this somewhere a little more private, eh?”

Neither Chris nor Sebastian really responds, which, kind of rude, but okay, she’ll let it slide just this once. Drawing the line at actually poking her nose into their business, Hayley starts to gently push at them until they finally get the hint.

“What’s – huh?” Chris finally lifts his head, giving her a dazed look.

“Just going to take you somewhere a little less public,” Hayley assures him. “See that corner over there? It has your names written all over it.”

“Fuck,” Sebastian mutters, blinking out of his trance. “Yeah, come on, quick.” He takes Chris’s hand, entwining their fingers, and starts to pull him towards the designated corner.

“Okay, then,” Hayley says brightly. “I guess my job here is done. Have fun, boys. Oh, and be safe, yeah?”

With that, she lets them go, fondly watching them stumble to their destination, where they immediately resume their lip locking. And hip locking. It takes approximately five seconds before Chris is sliding a hand down Sebastian’s thigh, lifting his leg so that he can slot their groins together more effectively and grind against him while enthusiastically continuing to suck face.

Reluctantly, Hayley turns around, smiling to herself.

Mission complete.

Now, where's Anthony? She rather thinks she owes him a dance.

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#my fic #my writing #evanstan #chris evans x sebastian stan #rpf #chris evans #sebastian stan #hayley atwell #outsider POV #getting together #fluff #dirty dancing #ao3

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