#butterflies always make me think of my sister- i feel like i mentioned that before but i also cant remember doing so..

[httpiastri]

charles leclerc x sainz!reader, 18+ mentions

charles is waiting for you outside the club once your uber arrives. it's like he knew when you were going to arrive, like he had a tracker on you – or like he was just waiting for the first best person to get his hands on.

"if it isn't my favorite sainz sibling," he says when he opens the car door for you, his handsome grin flashing down at you as you step out. "had a good day in the paddock?"

"probably better than you," you joke, your hand landing on his shoulder to give him an apologetic rub. "my brother was upgraded to the podium, but you were disqualified, so..."

"shit happens." charles shrugs before snaking his arm around your waist, leading you into the club. "my day is about to get a lot better, though."

a chuckle leaves your mouth. his fingers move up and down your side as you make your way to the bar, and charles slows down every once in a while to greet some friends and other acquaintances.

you wonder what this looks like to those who don't know. you attached to his hip, his tight grip on your side, your body leaning against his. but to those who do know, the sight is nothing strange or unusual. despite how much you both try to deny it – not only to others but also to yourselves – you're drawn to each other like magnets.

"buy me a drink, will you?" you ask.

he's facing you now, and his hand still hasn't left your hip. "no, i don't think so." you raise your eyebrows, tilting your head to the side at his words. "i know what it would lead to. and we both made a promise not to go there, didn't we?"

"maybe so. but..." you pull your fingers through your hair, shaking out your locks. "what if i make it up to you?"

"and how would you do that?"

you pretend to think about it for a moment, pursing your lips. "i'll tell you the color of my panties."

charles pauses, his mouth dropping slightly open as his expression grows blank. you can practically see the gears turning in his head, and you have to let out a laugh.

"oh, you're actually considering it?" you ask teasingly, shooting him a wink as he just blinks at you.

his free hand drags across his face and he drags his hand down his face. his voice is low when he speaks. "shit, you can't just say that."

"why?"

he groans and his eyes wander across the room, hoping that looking away will save his cheeks from growing even hotter than they already are. "it makes me think things i shouldn't think about. not when i'm trying to stay away from you."

your hand on his cheek makes him look back down at you. you know what he's thinking, you can see it in his eyes. he wants you – and you want him too. "you hate it, don't you?" you smile up at him. "me being your teammate's sister?"

"so much."

your hand moves from his cheek to his neck, fingers playing with the short strands for a moment. you have to step closer to reach the back of his head, dragging your hand through his digits as his warm breath fans over your face. his adams apple bobs when he gulps, his eyes hazy and gaze weak.

it's so easy for you to get to charles. you always leave him feeling weak in his knees, like the breath has been sucked out of his lungs, like the annual butterfly convention is located in his stomach.

you know he won't be able to refrain. he'll have to give in.

"this would get so messy," he says, voice low as a whisper.

the dress you're wearing is so short that charles doesn't have to reach far down to find the edge of it. his fingers pinch the material, the corners of his lips turning up when it rides up even higher on your thigh. "you know it's worth it, though," you answer simply, trying your best not to lose your cool. you don't want him to see what effect his actions have on you – you are supposed to be the teasing one.

his thumb draws circles into the inside of your thigh, and you squeeze your legs together instinctively. the action reminds him of how he's seen you before, legs clenched around him with your hands in his hair just like now, and the thought causes his brain to short-circuit (and the tent in his pants grow). he shakes his head, unwillingly pulling his hand away from you to grab your hand. "okay. you win," he mutters, intertwining his fingers with yours. he pulls your hand up to his mouth to place a quick kiss on the back of it, as if to show you that he isn't actually as upset as the playful frown on his face tells you, before dragging you with him to the door again.

"i always do, don't i?"

"shut it."

"wait, i wanted you to buy me a drink-"

#me? say i base a blurb on a song yet include like 3 pieces of lyrics? not even anything from the chorus or what the song is about? never #f1 #formula 1 #formula one #charles leclerc x reader #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x yn #f1 fluff #f1 smut #f1 blurb #ferrari racing #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc blurb #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x yn #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc suggestive #THIS FIC MAKES NO SENSE GAAAAHHHH #THE MORE I READ THROUGH IT THE LESS I LIKE IT #AND ITS LIKE 90% SAME PLOT (as if it even has any plot) AS A LIAM BLURB IN MY DRAFTS #PLUS THE UNDERWEAR LINE IS LORELAI GILMORE AAAA #sorry

[rootbeerworshiper]

Normal (part 1)

pairing: fem!character + matt sturniolo

summery: Abigail and Matt have been best friends for years and practically grew up together. the two hiding their feelings for one another, until one stupid drunken dare changes things.

warnings: swearing, suggestive parts, drinking, slight mention of abuse but not too much detail.

this is the first fic i’ve ever written but i actually like it a lot and @sturnswrites convinced me to post it

no idea where this story is going but for now, enjoy!

pt 2 pt 3

love, sienna <3

the first time i saw him was my first day of grade 4. i was new and incredibly anxious. i had always been an anti social child and for the most part i was okay with it, preferring reading books over introducing myself to others. but for whatever reason, it no longer felt okay. i struggled to see all the groups of girls laughing and eating lunch together, for whatever reason it stung.

i was fully prepared to sit by myself, walking over to an empty table with my lunch bag, but that’s when i heard something. well, heard someone.

“hey!” a boy yelled from behind me. after pausing for a moment, i assumed he wasn’t talking to me and picked up where i left off, back to the empty table.

“Chris you’re so dumb how is she meant to know you’re talking to her” another boy said, this one wearing a power rangers shirt

“oh… right” the boy with the longest hair replied, thinking momentarily

i finally arrived at the table and began opening my lunch kit, also looking for my headphones. i liked to drown out the voices of others, focusing on the lyrics of my favourite artists. i grabbed the wired headphones and untangled them before beginning to eat my sandwich.

i thought about how lonely i felt, how stupid i probably looked, eating the sandwich my older sister packed for me in a room surrounded my kids with food from the cafeteria. these thoughts consumed me until all of a sudden i felt a little less lonely.

looking to my left, my brows furrowed. a boy. sitting next to me.

he didn’t say anything at first, opening his lunch kit simply and taking out his snacks for the day. eventually though, he mustered up the courage to speak. “are you listening to black eyed peas?”

i shift in my seat, stomach immediately filling with anxiety “oh um yeah i am” i said quietly biting my lip, looking at the boy for any sort of emotion “im sorry i’ll turn it down i-“

“can i have a headphone?” he says. i wasn’t sure what to do in this moment, is this how you make friends? would he hate my music? did he think i was a loser? i try to shake the thoughts out of my head and focus on the boy facing me, who is now opening up a bag of my favourite fruit snacks.

“only if you give me a fruit snack” i smile, taking out a headphone from my ear and holding my hand out.

“deal” the boy replies placing two orange fruit snacks into my palm and grabbing the headphone. “what’s your name? i haven’t seen you before”

i cant believe this is happening, like at all. “my names Abigail but most people call me Abi” i reply, tilting my head back and throwing the two fruit snacks in my mouth.

“i like that name. Abigail. it has a good ring to it” he says before thinking for a moment. the feeling in my stomach is replaced by butterflies. i place my hands on my cheeks, attempting to hide the blush that’s tinting them “i think i have a better nickname then Abi, how do you feel about Bee?”

a confused look makes it’s way to my face. “like the bug?” he nods his head excitedly. “sure, you can call me Bee” i smile. “what’s your name? you haven’t told me yet” oh god that sounds weird, i’m so awkward i should just get up and go while i can-

“i’m Matt. well technically i’m Matthew but no one calls me that, it’s too formal” he smiles back, taking a bite into the sandwich that his mom made for him.

“well now i need a special nickname for you” i say, biting my lip as i try and think of something. i fidget with my fingers for a moment before i think of something. “how do you feel about Matty?”

“hm it’s okay.” he replies, mouth half full. i feel so stupid he probably hates it “but only you can call me that” this immediately brings a smile back to my lips.

“sounds like we have a deal Matty”

“sounds like we do, Bee”

since that fateful day, i had a friend and well, unbeknownst to me, the friend i made came with two others, Chris and Nick.

the three boys made me feel so much better about starting at a new school, made me feel seen at times where i’d normally feel invisible.

my home life wasn’t great, to put it bluntly it was shit. my mom was working all the time and i barely ever saw her and my dad, well i saw him more than i’d like. he was never physically abusive, and it took me many years to refer to anything he did to me as abuse, but really that’s what it was.

he would constantly remind me that i wasn’t good enough, saying that him and my mom wished i was never born. as you can imagine, it hurt like a bitch. but i always had my older sister there to pack me lunches and write me notes of encouragement. looking back on it, i feel more bad for her than i do myself because she had to endure all that shit and she didn’t have an older sister to cry out to.

when she went off to college i was heartbroken, not that i would ever show it to her.

the sudden absence of a family figure in my life made me closer to the triplets then i has been before.

i was always close to Chris and Nick and they were like family to me, really. but something about Matt always set him apart.

every time he’d ask me to hangout my heart beat would speed up, or when he puts his arm around me and i suddenly feel the same feelings in my stomach that i did in grade 4.

him and i understood each other on a different level, we helped one another in many ways. whenever i had a problem, i always had someone to turn to, and he had the same.

another important thing to mention about Matt is that he was my first kiss.

it was in sophomore year, and Chris had gotten us invited to our first real party, although there wasn’t more than 15 teenagers there, it was still a big deal.

Matt never liked the idea of drinking, said he didn’t wanna lose control. i didn’t like it either, my dad did most of his yelling under the influence of beer, and every time i smell it it’s like he‘a breathing down my neck all over again.

everyone else at the party drank, but it didn’t bother me because i had Matt by my side.

“we should play spin the bottle!” Chris suggests, already 3 drinks in and somehow more confident than ever before. i knew he only wanted to play because his crush was there, so i went along with it.

“sure, could be fun right?” i look to Matt who is internally freaking out. he just nods so i grab his hand and we head to the middle of the dim lit basement.

the drunk teenagers all eventually form a circle on the rug and place an empty beer bottle in the middle.

“who’s going first?” Nick asks, sipping on the random sweet cooler in his hand. “dibs out” he laughs with Alahna, another friend brought to me through Matt.

“i’ll go” the long haired triplet says, running his hand through his hair and leaning into the middle of the circle to spin the bottle

i just laugh and whisper to Matt “i wonder why that is?” Matt just shoots me a shocked look but ultimately joins in on my laughing

Chris ignores us and spins the bottle, landing on Alahna. “bro” he groans, placing his hands over his face

“wow you really know how to compliment a girl Christopher, i’m so flattered” she jokes, earning a snort from me across the circle

“no not like that-“ he begins to defend himself but ultimately gives up “whatever” he sits up and leans across the rug, giving the girl a peck on the lips, both of their faces becoming engulfed in disgust.

“Matt you’re next” a random guy from across the circle says, causing Matt to rub his hands over his face

i put my hand on his knee and speak just loud enough for him to hear “you got it Matty” he just groans and leans forward to spin the bottle

it feels like an eternity has gone by when the bottle finally lands.

on me.

it’s not like i haven’t thought about kissing him before, but this was so… real.

a blush creeps it’s way onto my face which i cover with both of my palms, internally freaking the fuck out.

Chris had his fun teasing us, but eventually something needed to happen. i looked up from the floor to the boy next to me. “we don’t have to if you don’t want to, it’s just a dumb game” i explain, trying to avoid the awkward feeling forming in my stomach from the way he looks at me.

he thinks for a moment before shrugging. “i’m down if you’re down, just a game right?” he doesn’t know how that sentence makes me feel, my heart doing literal backflips inside my chest.

“okay” is all i say when he suddenly leans in, finger making its way to my chin to guide my lips to his.

the kiss is short lasting, but sweet. i didn’t realize i was craving the feeling of his lips on mine until i experienced it.

he pulls his lips off of mine but keeps his hand on my chin for a moment longer, remaining eye contact with me until Nick speaks again.

“okay that made everyone uncomfortable please get a room” he jokes and the game continues on for a while, drunken kisses being shared throughout the group.

but i can’t get my mind off of the way my best friends lips felt on mine, how right it felt. at least to me, it was just a dumb game to him, right?

After that night, Matt and i never mentioned kissing each other again, and everything went back to normal.

other than my feelings for him that i gained that night. i couldn’t get my mind off of his lips, how soft they were, how they fit like a puzzle piece onto my own. it felt like a dream.

but again, we decided to go back to normal.

however, normal, became well, not normal.

stolen stares became more common, and soft touches were now intentional.

unfortunately this didn’t stop him from dating other girls, and i mean why wouldn’t he? he kissed me once in some strangers basement, it’s not like he fell in love with me on the spot.

as his best friend i helped him get girls, telling him all the right things to say and do, constantly wishing he would do those things for me.

i knew i was torturing myself but he was my best friend and losing him was not worth telling him how i felt. so i kept it to myself. for years.

it wasn’t too bad at first. somehow i was able to keep him off my mind for the most part and i tried my best to find other potential suitors, but as you can probably imagine, nothing clicked.

when nick came out to me in junior year i was obviously thrilled, because it meant he trusted me and it was something that brought us together. but i also couldn’t help but feel guilty for not being honest about how i felt about his brother.

so i told him.

“no fucking way” he says, hands rubbing his eyes as if he just saw something traumatizing. i bit my lip, a bad habit i haven’t been able to shake, as i looked to him, awaiting a reaction. “you’re in love with my brother and i’m just now finding out?” he didn’t sound overly mad but he certainly wasn’t happy.

“i wouldn’t say in love” he just rolls his eyes. “i’m sorry! i just didn’t want you to be mad at me and it’s not like it’s ever gonna happen anyways so i didn’t think it was relevant” i ramble, fidgeting with my fingers anxiously. if Matt were here his hand would be placed in mine to calm me down.

“i’m not mad, i don’t think.” he thinks for a second, furrowing his eyebrows before speaking again “when did it start?” he asks

“sophomore year. in the basement” i feel so incredibly uncomfortable but i know that it’s only fair for Nick to know.

he’s confused for a moment before realizing “well shit” he contemplates in his head for a moment longer “i actually see it” he’s smiling now as he looks to me

“see what?” that’s all i can muster up the courage to say, still incredibly awkward saying these things out loud

“well like, i see it. like you guys together, i never thought about it before but it actually makes so much sense” the last thing i needed was Nick feeding into my delusions.

“yeah right, you don’t have to lie to me, i can live in peace knowing it’s a one sided thing that’s going nowhere” i reply, and it’s true. i came to terms with Matt not liking me back a long time ago.

“i’m not lying, i mean he’s definitely too stupid to realize what’s there but i fully believe that there is something there” nick says and i don’t really reply, now fidgeting with the ring Matt got me in freshman year. “but i’m glad you told me, now we can help each other, you find me a boyfriend and i get my brother to like you back”

i audibly laugh “i’ll definitely find you a boyfriend but you don’t have to worry about Matt and i, i’ll move on eventually”

3 years later and i still hadn’t moved on.

i mean it was definitely more of a repressed feeling, but still a feeling nonetheless. at this point it was a little embarrassing.

i tried dating around, but usually i got bored and gave up. i also tried casual hookups but it gets pretty boring having bad sex all the time.

and all of that brings me to tonight, at yet another “get together” with the all of the triplets friends and i can’t help but feel extremely out of place.

other than Nate and the triplets, i’m not actually friends with anyone here, and it doesn’t help that majority of them are influencers. so although i normally don’t drink, i needed to do something to get rid of the anxious feeling in my stomach that brews the longer i stay sober.

some rap song that i’ve never heard of is blasting in the back round and i get lost in my own thoughts for a moment. “you’re drinking?” Chris asks, now standing next to me as i lean against the kitchen counter. before he gets an answer he grabs the solo cup from my hand and takes a sip.

i roll my eyes and take the cup back. “you could not be less obnoxious if you tried Chris” i take another sip, if i could leave now i would, but i promised Nick that i’d stay.

“wow aren’t you just a bundle of joy right now” Chris fake smiles and goes to the island to pour himself a drink. “what’s got you in a bad mood?” he yells just loud enough to be heard over the music.

i’m not entirely sure how to answer the question. oh you know I’m just in love with your brother and he’s talking to three girls at once in the corner! yeah not happening. “nothing really, i just don’t love parties” i say, finishing my drink now to make room in my cup for another.

“mmm sure” Chris rubs my head and messes up my hair, same thing he’s been doing for years and it pisses me off every time, well except for now. i’m too preoccupied with literally anything else to care. “i think they’re starting a drinking game over there now if you care to join”

i look to the group of people who are now in the living room. normally i’d say no right away, especially with what happened last time i played a drinking game, but the alcohol is getting to me and the triplets are definitely not the only attractive guys at this party. “sure why not”

“that’s my girl” Chris smiles, dapping me up and we walk towards the living room together. i try my best to avoid looking at the girls drooling over Matt on the couch.

i’ve never drank before i definitely feel more confident as i sit next to some “influencer” i don’t know the name of, but he’s hot and Matt currently-

has his hand on some girls lap.

awesome!

“okay i think what we’re gonna do is like, truth or dare but if you don’t do either, then you take a shot” Nick explains “any objections?” he looks to me subtly but i choose to ignore him “alright, hm.. Nate truth or dare?”

the boy just smiles and sits up from his previously comfortable position on the couch. “i’ll do truth for now, i’m not drunk enough yet for dare” he jokes, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

“okay let me think” Nick replies, eyes darting upwards as if he’s looking into his head. “where was the weirdest place you’ve had sex?”

the room is filled with laughter and cheers momentarily before he answers. “alright i don’t even have a weird place because i’m not a freak like Chris over there but probably just the car” Nate explains

“i feel targeted right now” Chris says, holding his hands to his heart as if he’s been shot.

i continue to sip on the drink in my hand for a few more rounds before my own name is called by Chris. “okay Abi truth or dare?” he smirks, assuming I’m going to play it safe.

“dare”

my thoughts are confirmed when everyone in the room shares the same shocked expression as Chris. “alrighty then i need to pick a good one” the long hair boy rubs his head, attempting to think of something good. “oh i have one” he smiles and i know it’s gonna be something crazy by the way his eyes glimmer. “i dare you to give a hickey to the hottest person in this room”

my jaw literally drops. as much as i’d rather not suck on someone’s neck in a room full of people, i know that if i take the shot now i’ll never live it down. “bet” i smile, trying to come off as confident although i am literally shitting myself. i look around and of course i make eye contact with Matt.

normally, i wouldn’t do something so irrational, but i’m 4 drinks in and feeling the need to prove myself.

i make eye contact with him again after looking around and i swallow my pride and place myself on his lap. “this good?” i ask him quietly. he just nods and well i get to work, placing a few teasing kisses along his jaw before picking a spot and sucking until i pull away and see a mark. “there all done” i pat him on the head and sit back in my original spot.

“well fuck okay then” Madi laughs with Nick from across the room, a few more rounds go by, some of them literally causing me to piss myself laughing, when abruptly, Matt stands up and literally b lines to his room. everyone makes their remarks on “tuff guy” Matt but i can’t help but feel bad. i’m not sure why i feel guilty, i don’t think i did anything wrong, but i can tell he’s upset and i’d hate to be the cause of it.

just as i’m about to get up Chris’s hand places itself on my leg. “don’t worry about him, trust me he’s fine. you deserve to have fun” he looks at me with a sort of seriousness in his eyes that causes me to slouch back down into my seat.

the rest of the night is filled with my own thoughts about Matt.

was it something i did? was he angry? sad? why didn’t he say anything? where is he? what is he doing right now?

as his best friend i know i should be in there comforting him the way he had done to me countless times but for whatever reason, what Chris said stuck with me, so instead i sat and watched a bunch of dumb 20 something-year olds play truth or dare at 1am. not my idea of a fun time.

authors note: next chapter will be very similar to this one but by chapter 3 there will be fun angst trust🤞

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[zoe-is-amazingg]

It's what you deserve.

Ethan Landry X f!Reader

No Spoilers

W/C - 1.4 k

Summary - You and Ethan are watching a movie and he confesses something that makes you forget about the movie.

Warings - Second pov, Smut (P in V), Oral (Fem receiving), Fingering, Breed kink, slight choking kink, Dom!Ethan X Sub!Reader, mention of male masturbation.

!!MINORS DNI!!

You knock on Ethan door to his apartment, and he opens it straight away. His face lights up as soon as he sees you and you smile right back.

"Hey! What movie should we watch?" You ask, your voice sounding higher pitched then normal. You put your tote bag down and Ethan shrugs at you. "Where's Chad?"

"He's with Tara, in his exact words. He said 'We're going to hook up so invite Y/n.'" He explains and you nod. Something was definitely going on between them and what Ethan just said confirmed your suspicions.

"I have a movie!" You exclaim, your body sitting down as Ethan's does too. He rises his eyebrows at you and smirks.

"Really?" He asks, you look at him and nod. "What is it?"

"To all the boys I've loved before. Best movie." You smile. He looks at you with admiration in his eyes and you don't really give it much thought. "It's the perfect love story, the couple fake-"

Ethan puts a finger to your lips and shushes you lightly. "Don't spoil it for me." You look at him and nod. He smiles at you, and you can't help but notice how cute he is. Your crush on him has lasted longer than your usual crushes, your other ones would last a couple of weeks. Whenever you guys would hang out just the two of you guys, Ethan would always give these cute looks and your heart would practically be thrown out at him. A couple days ago you were talking to Tara about Ethan and just then she realized how much of a huge crush you had on the guy. 'So, do you want to fuck him?' She asked you.

"I guess I won't then." You smile. He nods and goes onto Netflix. "Is it on here?" You nod and he smiles at you. He puts the movie on and turns the TV up just the tiniest bit. You solidly watch the movie until the bit where Lara Jean realizes the box is gone. Ethan wraps his hand around your waist and smiles at you. He pulls you in closer into his body.

Butterflies flutter in your stomach as you smile back. "Who took it, Y/N?" He whispers in your ear, and you shudder at the feeling it sent shivers down your spine. "You said for no spoils Ethan."

"Come on..." He smirks. "Tell me and I'll tell you something." You laugh and shake your head. "Like what?"

"Something." He says, his smirk growing. Little did you know, he was about to confess to you. It's something that has been eating him from the inside out, He's never denied his feelings for you. But at the moment, the feeling is becoming overwhelming, him feeling the need to jerk off at the thought of you. All. Of. The. Time. He needs to feel your cunt stretch around him. He needs you just as much as you need him in this moment. He looks down at the tent that was forming in his pants just thinking about you fucking him or, mostly, him fucking the shit out of you.

"The little sister." You say and he nods. You look at him with anticipation, your body wanting to know what he was about to confess to you. "Come on, what are you going to say?"

"I like you, Y/N." He admits and your head turns sideways. "What?" "I like you, like more than a friend. I need to say this, but don't freak out. I keep inviting over because I always want to say something about my feelings, but I never get the chance too. I get horny thinking of you, and I really don't care if you don't feel the same way or anything. I just wanted to let you know."

At this point you notice the tent in his pants, and you nod, you were speechless. You can't physically respond, and Ethan looks at his feet, thinking he just got rejected. But you didn't know how to reciprocate and tell him the same thing. "I knew it, I shoul-"

You cut him off by a kiss, a kiss that last longer than you thought it would, but as Ethan kisses you back, you get pulled onto his lap. You weren't expecting this, and you don't think he was either. He slowly stands up, keeping your lips intact and you wrapping your legs around his waist. You wrap your arms around his neck, and he bites your bottom lip, making you gasp and using that as a way to slither his tounge into your mouth.

He rests his hands on your ass, trying to support your position. He brushes his tounge against your bottom lip and pins your body against a wall and kisses your neck. You can finally breathe. Your thread your fingers through his hair. He looks at you as you grab the hem of his shirt needingly.

"Are you sure?" He mutters. "Yes." That's all it took for him to let you take off his shirt and then continue the assault on your neck. The movie is long forgotten, it is playing in your ear as Ethan pulls you away for a moment to rip off your tight buttoned up top, buttons flying around. Ethan throws you onto the couch and kisses your lips on more time before trailing the kisses down your body. He snakes his arm around your body to your back. He unclips your bra and pulls it off as he pulls his arm back around.

"Shit." You curse, slightly moaning as he kisses between your legs through the bike shorts. He pulls them down and mutters. "Shit, your pussy so pretty."

He strokes your clit through your panties, making you moan. He grabs your thighs and slowly pulls down your panties. He trails kisses from your belly button to your clit. His lips meet yours one last time before he goes down on you and you moan as he threads his tounge between your folds. You grab his curls and tug at them lightly as he sucks your juices.

"Oh Ethan." You moan. You felt your stomach tighting at his tounge. He inserts a finger into you, and you moan as he pumps it in and out of your cunt. As you buck your hips forward, Ethan inserts another finger into you and pushes you back down.

"You're taking my fingers so well, are you ready to take 'm cock?" He asks and You nod desperately. "It's what you deserve, but I want to hear you beg for it."

You moan as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you. "Come on, pretty girl. Beg."

"Please Ethan, I need your cock." You beg. He smirks at you and stops with his fingers and kisses you. He parts his lips with yours and puts his fingers in his mouth.

"You taste so nice, so sweet." He mutters. He unbuttons his pants, and you watch as he pulls down his pants and boxers at the same time. You watch his member spring to life, and he grabs a condom and gives it to you.

You open it with your teeth and wrap your hand around his member. You put the condom on him and kiss him. He cups your cheek and deepens the kiss with you. He gets on top of you and lines up his member with his entrance. He slowly slides into you, and you moan out loudly.

You plaster kisses over his neck and face. He slowly picks up the pace as you keep moaning out loudly. "Ethan!" You moan out, feeling your walls stretch out around him. His eyes turn dark as you moan up and look up at him. You grab his hair and pull his lips closer to yours.

Your lips meet and he slides his tounge in your mouth. You feel his cock twitch inside you, and you tighten around him at the same time. "So close, pretty girl." Ethan groans. "Just want to hear those sounds again."

He kisses you again and you moan into his mouth and scratch his back. You moan as he twitches again inside you. "Ethan, 'm so close." "Same, you sweet, dumb thing." Ethan groans as he picks up the pace more, your body twitching and finally coming.

That was all it took for Ethan to release. "Shit, your cunt feel so good."

He pulls himself out of you and you smile at him, out of breath and sweaty. He places a kiss to your lips and you reciprocate. You both got dressed.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" He asks and you nod. Eventually you both finished that movie.

#scream franchise #scream 2023 #ethan landry x you #ethan landry smut #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry headcanons #ethanissohot #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #scream x reader #scream movies #scream 6 #scream fanfic

[luvbugs-blog]

getting saved by...

pairings: tanjiro x reader, inosuke x reader, zenitsu x reader

a/n: there will be a part two... but switched! you saving them!

warnings: POSSIBLE SPOILERS! also mentions of death in inosuke's (reader has to do what tanjiro did to wake up on the mugen train)

part two!

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tanjiro kamado

you try to brace yourself as you're thrown against a tree. it hurts, but you have to keep going. you think of the bright smile that always inspires you when you need it. the smile of your best friend. you take in a deep breath in, trying to control your total concentration, as you reflect on where you are at, and how you would rather be back at the butterfly mansion with your friends, who haven't finished healing yet.

you lift yourself up just in time to deflect the blood demon art of the spider sister, who almost captured you in her web ball. you fling yourself to the side, and when you jump up, prepared for the next attack, she's gone.

strange. you look around you at all of your surroundings, hoping that she won't pop out from behind the trees. your power, besides your breathing, is in your strength, so unfortunately, you lack any power of being able to sense where your opponent is by smell, audio, or some weird beasty sense thing that inosuke possesses.

you still and close your eyes, trying to focus on listening, when you hear something above you. something isn't right about this.

you are able to jump to the side just as the monster leaps where you were. this thing is massive, with a godawful spider face. not only is it creepy, but it scares you enough that you hide behind a tree, trying to think of a plan. that's when you remember tanjiro again.

last week, the two of you were eating breakfast at the butterfly mansion. you were sitting next to each other, chatting and occasionally laughing at inosuke devouring his onigiri. you turn to focus back on your conversation about tanjrio's "hinokami kagura", and how impressive it is.

"you truly are amazing, tanjiro! not even the hashira can perform two breathing techniques!" you gush, trying to imagine yourself doing the same. "you must feel so powerful!"

tanjiro scratches at his neck, trying to push down the raging blush that had formed on his face. "it's really not that impressive! I'm sure you could do the same if you really tried."

"oh, don't be ridiculous. i'm not near close enough to your level. and don't be modest either! just don't forget about me when you become a hashira," you say, with a little joke at the end.

tanjiro grabs your hands and stares at you a little too intensely. you feel a little startled. "don't say that about yourself! you are an incredible swordsman and i constantly want to be like you."

you blink, unsure what to make of the fervent compliments. you open your mouth, but before you can respond, he continues.

"you inspire me with your strength. you never give up and that is what's truly amazing!" you swear you can see little puffs of steam coming out of his ears.

"uh..."

"so don't underestimate yourself!"

you blink for a moment, trying to find your composure. and you don't know what else to do but laugh.

"well, alright then!" you give him a huge smile and hug him tight. "thank you, tanjiro," you whisper into his ear. he just hugged you tighter to his body. what you missed seeing was the very pointed look given to him by zenitsu.

you brace yourself and make a move from behind the tree, rushing at the creature who was looking for you in the opposite direction. activating your first breathing form, you aim at the giant's arm, hoping to buy some time while he is regenerating. but your sword doesn't cut through. instead, he flings you a couple meters back. you land harshly on the ground, and you wince when you feel your ribs crack. you take a deep breath in, desperately hoping for an idea to get you out of this mess.

the monster roars, destroying trees in his path as he searches for you. "LEAVE MY FAMILY ALONE."

some hell of a family, you think, as you roll out of the way to escape a tree from crushing you. you rush at the monster again, this time aiming for his neck with your sixth breathing form, but to no avail. your sword still doesn't go through.

you can see the monster's hand coming towards you. you're going to die. there's no way you can move out of the way without breaking your sword, and you won't be able to survive without it. think! you desperately rack your brain for ideas, but it's too late.

you close your eyes as the hand comes to you, but you never feel the impact. you quickly open your eyes to see a checkered haori blocking the monster's head.

"tanjiro!"

"y/n! i was so worried when we arrived and saw all of the bodies!" the hand shakes the two of you off, and tanjiro holds you close as you both fall to the ground. he's quick to jump to his feet, but you're still a little sore from your earlier exchanges with the tree. he gives you a charming smile as he helps you off the ground. "i'm so glad you are alright."

you jump up to give him a tight hug, trying to fight off the nerves of your near-death experience.

"gonpachiro! are you going to help me out or keep flirting?" you cough as he glances over at inosuke trying to saw his way through the monster's arm.

before you can react, he presses a quick kiss to your forehead before running to help. "stay alive, ok!" he yells, "i have to confess something after the battle!"

you allow yourself one bashful smile before lunging into the fight, helping your future bf and one weird boar.

inosuke hashibira

you gasp for air as you're being held down by the neck by the train's appendage. you try to break free, but your sword is just out of reach and the tentacle thing is just too slimy to really grab hold of it. with one hand, you try to free your neck, and with the other hand, you strain for your sword. the appendage lifts you a bit and slams you back down, making something in your arm snap. you try to scream, but nothing comes out. your vision starts getting a little blurry, and black starts creeping around the edges.

what should you do? before you can do anything, a big eye pops out and blinks at you.

when you open your eyes, you have to adjust, because it suddenly got very bright. you sit up off the ground, looking around for the train, but you don't see anything. you do recognize this dirt path you are on though.

you lift yourself up and start along the path until you come across... the butterfly mansion? something wasn't right. you were supposed to be helping tanjiro and inosuke with the train demon.

just then you heard a cackle coming from inside the building. how is inosuke here? you also heard a scream coming from the inside. you sprint to the sound, and throw the doors open to see your little sibling cowering behind your parents, who were in a protective stance and looking up at the ceiling. on the ceiling was inosuke, crawling around like a weirdo.

"mom? dad?" how were they here? their deaths were the reason you became a demon slayer in the first place. tears start pouring down your cheeks as you run towards your beloved family. you stay there, hugging them for what seems like hours. your parents were very confused, but accepted the affection nontheless. your sibling was giggling at how stupid you looked, but you could care less, because at least they were alive.

maybe this whole slayer thing was just a bad dream. BAM. you jerk your head to see inosuke had come down from the ceiling. how did you forget? so the slayer thing was not just a dream. so what the hell is happening?

inosuke walks up to you and grabs your hand. "come on, y/n! let's go train." he walks you outside and into the woods.

"inosuke, i think something is wrong. we were fighting a demon and then we ended up back here. do you know anything?" he steps back and lifts his mask up, letting it fall to the ground.

"what the hell are you talking about?" he starts towards you, backing you into a tree. you put your hands to his chest, looking into his eyes.

"this is not the time to fight right now! i'm being serious-" you are silenced when he puts his finger to your lips, cocks his head and looks at you.

"the fuck are you yappin' about? you know the training thing is just a ruse." he puts his hands on your side and squeezes, making you gasp. he lays his head into the crook of your neck and gives you a small little bite, in which you grab onto his shoulders in shock. "we do this all the time."

Y/N!

you push inosuke back and look around. you grab onto his shoulder and gently shake it.

"didn't you hear that?" he just snorts. "hear what?"

Y/N!

"there it is again! someone is calling my name!" inosuke shakes his head and pushes against you once more, arms circling your waist. he starts to leave kisses up your neck, which causes you to let out a little whine. this was a little dream of yours that you kept a secret so no one would find out about your little crush.

pause.

A DREAM! of course!

"i've got to get out of here." inosuke lifts his head up.

"what?"

"you don't understand. this is a dream! the real you needs me right now." you run around the woods, searching for the demon that put you to sleep. if you kill it, you might be able to get out. how else would you wake up?

you slow to a stop, realizing the demon isn't in the dream with you. dream inosuke pokes your back. "what are you doing?"

you turn to him, unsure of what you're about to do. you reach to his waist and grab one of his swords.

"i'm sorry." you whisper, terrified. you bring the sword up to your neck. what if you're wrong? what if there are repercussions from the dream in reality. what if you actually died?

you push your hand up again the blade, ready, when a hand grabs your wrist. you look up into his beautiful face, which looked miserable.

"don't you want to be with me?" you almost drop the sword from your neck. you raise your hand to dream inosuke's face.

"it's all i've ever wanted, since we met. that's why i have to do this. to be with the real you." you pull your wrist free and scream, and with a twist of the blade, everything goes dark.

you wake up and take a deep breath. you can feel the wind from the roof of the train, and you realize it worked. you look over to see the appendage that was holding you wither into dust on the ground.

"you done taking your little nap? we got a demon to kill!" you smile at the taunting voice coming from behind you. you turn and jump into his arms.

"h-hey!" you lift his mask to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"thank you for waking me up," you say, before running off to where tanjiro was calling your name. inosuke follows behind you, very glad the mask is covering the redness of his face.

zenitsu agatsuma

there is no way you are making it out of this one alive, unless you hear the drum again. there are two demons making their way to you in this moving house. you aren't skilled enough to taken on two demons by yourself. so you are holding out that the drum will beat again soon, so that the rooms will shift. the first demon crawls closer and lashes it's tongue at you. you swipe at it, and the tip falls off, spraying blood over your uniform. while the first demon sprawls backwards in pain, the second lunges at you, and just as you swing your sword at it's neck, the drum shifts the rooms around.

you fall through the air in this new room, but land on something solid. you look down to see zenitsu under you.

"oh my goodness!" you hug him tight, thankful to see his face instead of another demon. while you're too busy with your relief, he's focused on your legs on either side of his waist. pervert.

his euphoria ends quickly, however, when you hoist yourself up and introduce yourself to the kid he is with. shoichi, the little boy, is so relieved that another slayer joined them, so he didn't have to put up with zenitsu's tantrums by himself.

while he is introducing himself, zenitsu sits up and screams. you turn, shielding the boy behind you, when you spot the tongue demon making it's way toward the three of you.

you all run to the nearest room and while you hope for another drum, you know you won't be so lucky this time, so you focus your attention on the door, hoping to be able to ambush the demon when he enters the room.

"no, no, no, no, no. please wake up." you turn to see zenitsu passed out on the floor.

"shoichi, i need you to get him to the wall if you can." then you turn your attention to the approaching demon, whose tongue had already regenerated. the tongue lashes out at you once more, but faster this time. you knew you wouldn't have time to cut it off, so you settle for deflecting it.

but the force of his tongue was too strong, and you were thrown backwards, hitting the wall and roughly falling to the ground. you crawl back over to zenitsu and shoichi, praying the drum sounds again.

you go to stand up to face the demon again when a soft hand pushes you back. you look up to see zenitsu and are surprised. wasn't he just passed out?

you see him get into position and hear a faint, "thunder breathing, first form". you blink and the demon is dead.

zenitsu sways for a second before falling back to the ground. you rush over to make sure he's ok to discover he's... STILL ASLEEP?

he jerks awake and squeals when he see's the demon's body disintegrating. he latches onto your torso and shamelessly hides his face into your skin.

"y/n-chaaaaan, you saved me! thank you thank you thank you!"

you look over at shoichi who just shrugs. with a small laugh, you lean over and press a kiss to zenitsu's head.

"let's try to get out of here, yeah?"

"AHHH y/n-chaaaaaan! let's get married!"

a/n: SORRRRRY i am so tired and so i rushed zenitsu's, but i hope it's still good! i'll try to finish the part two tomorrow (with a special surprise drabble!)

#demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer imagines #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer x you #kamado tanjirou x reader #kamado tanjiro #kamado tanjirō x reader #kamado tanjiro x reader #hashibira inosuke x reader #inosuke x reader #inosuke x you #kny inosuke #kny zenitsu #zenitsu x reader #zenitsu x you #zenitsu x y/n

[kaizdreamz]

Xiao drabbles as I suffer from insomnia.

i really love Xiao, like. It's so much sometimes, I wanna write him but sometimes I start choking up on my words and everything becomes 10x more difficult, I'd possibly do everything I could to protect him. Like everyone has that one character they love more than love itself and for me that's Xiao.

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Comfort drabble, SFW, romantic elements, established relationship. A bit of angst. Mention of death.

Xiao is sensitive, like in battle he doesn't think about being touched as much, but when it's you. Gently tracing his cheek with your thumb, your lips on his. The soft tug of your hand on his lithe waist, oh how his limbs turn to jelly and it takes everything in his power not to melt in your touch.

Xiao sometimes will go missing for days and it has always worried you, but you know it's okay, he's okay. You feel it on the breeze, the occasional butterfly leaf on your nightstand or sometimes a flower picked freshly from a field, it reminds you that he's alive.

When he comes back late, your reading in your bed, the overthinking had gotten too much for you and you decided sleeping wasn't an option anymore. He teleported in your room, nearly making you scream.

"Sorry.." he was the first to speak, you immediately could tell something was wrong... you sat up, climbing out of bed and opening your arms before him.

He didn't say much, just furrowed his eyebrows and closed his mournful eyes and basically melted in your arms. He knows he can't bring back his family, friends, things can't be the same as they once were. But, heavens knows he would do anything to bring them back.

"It'll be okay," you mumble against his ear, rubbing his back gently. He doesn't cry. You know of his karmic debt, how the memories of his family slain before his very eyes, how much torture and pain he has delt with.

"..."

"Xiao," you whisper against his head, hugging him close.

"hm."

"You've done so much for Liyue, my hero," you run your hands through his hair, he tenses. "Do you want to lay down for a little bit? I know you don't need to sleep, but your muscles are so tense.." he reluctantly agrees and lays with his head on your chest as you softly massage his shoulders.

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Xiao will hold your hand as you sleep, watching your sleeping frame. Sometimes he'll reach over and brush your hair to the side and admire from his side of the bed. Other times he can't help but press a soft kiss on the back of your hand and then get embarrassed about it a few moments later.

His hearing is insane, he can hear anything and everything, like. Dude, you can't sneak up on him, he hears your steps, recognizes them immediately. You tried surprising him with a hug but it immediately backfired by him turning around mid lunge and he just gave you the most confused look of your entire life.

Sometimes though, you're lucky. He'd get lost in thought, his mind filled with memories of his family, wars he's been in, Lantern rite, etc. You wrapped your arms around his hips, your head on his shoulders, it snapped him back to reality in a instant.

"what were you thinking about?" You asked him.

"...memories," you didn't pry any further, only hugging him slightly tighter, he didn't mind it at all. He closed his eyes as his relaxes in your hold, his hand intertwined with yours.

"I asked them for Almond tofu for you,"

He rolls his eyes, "you didn't have to do that,".

"hm, but you've done so much," you blow into his ear which makes him shiver pleasantly. "Let me treat you to something lovely, yeah?"

He nods slowly.

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He stares at the moon, longingly. His tired eyes blink slowly as his lip quivers. He hates getting to this point, he knows emotions are "human", as you like to call it. But it pains him, drains him of energy Everytime he does cry.

His heart feels as if it's shattering, the flashbacks of his brothers and sisters flood his mind, the domestic moments, pulling pranks, laughing with each other. Daydreaming of the future, oh, how he wishes he could've prevented their demises.

"I'll see you all within the stars once I have done my oath, my brothers and sisters..." he'll whisper to himself, clutching his polearm as a shooting star flies past.

He doesn't indulge himself in philosophies and legends of that humans, but he lets himself make a wish. He wishes, humans and adepti— won't suffer with the unbearable sins that he has to carry until his final breath. That night he teleports to the Inn, the warm, lively atmosphere long since died once the sun had set. It was quiet, you and the others were asleep in your respective rooms.

He appears in your room, watching you engulf yourself further into the soft blanket on the bed. You were having pleasant dreams, it calmed his heart and mind. He brushes your hair to the side, tucking it behind your ear. Pressing a soft kiss to your head, he debates joining beside you, just to lay there. There was no reason to sleep, but his muscles ached and he was afraid you would have a nightmare if he got too close.

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I hope you enjoyed this, I enjoy writing for Xiao but I get too self conscious sometimes so I never post it.

#junesl1ght_ #Genshin drabble #Xiao drabble #Xiao fluff #Xiao comfort #Xiao x reader #fluff #genshin fanfic #gn reader #xiao angst

[hellotherekenobi]

Temptation’s Kiss.

Summary: the three times Obi-Wan almost kissed you and the one time he did.

Word Count: 6,762

Dedicated to my kid sister @kyber-crystal!! Love you!

CW/TW: Obi-Wan’s POV; super light angst but mostly fluff; mentions of blood & injury; my Clone OC makes a reappearance; I’m addicted to using Star Wars slang.

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As a Jedi, Obi-Wan is accustomed to rules. No attachments, keep the peace, and never give into the Dark Side. Simple enough and, as he believes, important rules to have. But after meeting you, he’s had to assert some of his own rules.

Don’t let this feeling fester, keep his composure, and most important of all don’t kiss you.

He’s never felt a temptation as strong as wanting to do something so dangerous since knowing you. He’s been angry before—vengeful, even—but this was something entirely more difficult to withstand. It would be so easy, like nothing at all, to simply lean forward and press his lips to yours, but—no! He can’t.

He won’t.

Just, Maker please, stop giving him those eyes.

It’s not even deliberate, that’s the issue. You have no idea how that look of yours makes Obi-Wan’s knees weak. How butterflies start swarming in the pit of his stomach the moment you look at him from under your lashes with parted lips. Maker, he’s losing himself.

The moment itself isn’t tempting, which makes this harder. He wasn’t exactly expecting for his heart to lurch out of his chest when you stepped closer to him. All he had done was hold your lightsaber out to you when you were about to leave the training room without it. You walked over to him quickly, thanked him under your breath, and as soon as your fingers touched the hilt and his skin, you gave him that soul-dividing look.

He could split in half having you look at him like that. You whisper his name and that isn’t helping in the slightest, especially as he’s lost his breath and so no reply can form even if he wants one to.

Don’t you know that you’re tearing him from the inside out with just your eyes?

Finally, you speak. “You’re always looking out for me.”

That brings him down from whatever numbered cloud he was perched upon, now swallowing enough to gain his voice. “Well, you really shouldn’t lose this.”

“I know,” you smile. “You’d kill me.”

“Well, I don’t think it’s me who you’d have to worry about.”

Obi-Wan nods his head up and you hold his gaze for a moment, totally cheerful, before turning around to see he motioned over at Master Yoda down the hallway; not near enough to hear or, probably, see you both, but still there.

“You’re right about that, I’m afraid,” chuckling, you look back at him and the wind is knocked from him again. “All the more agreeable for you since I bested you in our match.”

“Now, hold on,” he wags a finger and you laugh. “You said best two out of three.”

“I did.”

“That was two. You’ve yet to beat me a third time.”

“Ah, but, Obi-Wan,” you step nearer to him. “You just admitted I’ve beaten you twice already.”

His heart is pounding in his chest and he’s worried it’s going to make an ugly splatter down his robes if you catch him off guard one more time. Around you, he feels boyish. He finds himself irrational and blushing. Maker, hopefully you never catch the tint on his cheeks. Though, he must thank you; he’s never smiled so much before since knowing you.

And you seem to always be smiling at him, too. He does hope that it’s not all in his head, though. He really hopes that incandescent smile of yours is meant for him.

“Well,” he gradually finds his voice. “It would be rather foolish of me not to recognize your skill.”

“My thoughts exactly,” you glow, reaching forward to straighten the fold in his tunic.

Please don’t feel how fast his heart is beating. Please.

“A match for another time, though,” you draw your hand back. “I’m already late as it is.”

Obi-Wan nods, placing a hand where yours just was. Only briefly to feel the warmth there. “I’ll hold you to that.”

“Of course, you will,” there’s laughter on your lips, shaking your head at him giddily.

He might cave in at just the sound alone. You’re so ethereal, so golden. Every room is lit up by you and he finds himself like a moth drawn to a flame. Curious and wondering how it might feel to burn himself. Would he taste your laughter amongst the blaze?

Your hand catches his wrist, squeezing gently. “Meet me here at sundown.”

“Of course,” he says, though what he means is anything for you.

Stable breath finally leaves his lungs when you happily turn out of the room, walking fast down the hallway. He’s too eager about seeing you again this evening that he knows his attention will be less than usual as he goes about his errands for the day.

Still, distracted by you is not a bad way to spend his time.

It’s bashful to admit that his thoughts are mostly occupied by you, regardless. For a Jedi with a Code to follow, the mere thought of you is much an effective motivator.

But he’s always been this way. Whether he likes it or not, Obi-Wan knows that he’s a hopeless romantic. It comes in many forms—some with how beautiful he sees such things like nature, the ocean, and the stars, and some with moments like younglings laughing on the grass, or a brother reaching out a hand for support. Many things he romanticizes. It just so happens that amongst all things, you’re the one his heart is set on.

The training room looks much different in a sunlit glow; everything casted over in deep orange. The morning felt cool, but there’s a warmth here now as the sun begins to dip beneath the horizon.

He’s been idly swinging the hilt of his lightsaber back and forth, eyes focused on the sunset. Too deep in thought to feel the presence behind him, though he should feel it, that he jumps a fraction when your hand meets his shoulder.

And dear Maker, you’re laughing at him again.

“You’re prepared this time?” Says you, smiling at him with a hint of sarcasm to your words.

Obi-Wan bows some, just enough to have you chuckling.

“Oh, yes. The question is, are you?”

“I suppose we’ll find out,”

Your cloak is thrown over to the side where Obi-Wan’s already lies and you’re stepping to your spot on the floor, watching him eagerly as you extend your lightsaber and it ignites ablaze. He grins at your enthusiasm and within a breath, you’re at each other.

It probably shouldn’t be something he admits to himself, but Obi-Wan quite enjoys sparring with you. There’s a thrill in the way the two of you reflect and deflect each other. An enticing energy of knowing that either of you won’t actually strike the other, though it’s possible. A tempestuous feeling of being close.

Almost like a dance, you and Obi-Wan spin around each other, outstretching hands, dipping beneath the other, and flowing like water until one of you acts the rock that stops the movement.

His boot catches your calf in a childish manner of comically tripping you, yet it’s at such an angle that your whole body tips forward, dropping with the weight of how his action hinders your stability.

If you were Anakin, in all honesty, Obi-Wan would have let you fall. But you’re gasping at the drop and he feels frantic to prevent you from hurting yourself, so he dips quicker than you fall to catch you in his arms. Hastily, however, that he loses his footing in the process and you’re both smacking against the tiles of the training room, your lightsabers retracted and rolling toward the wall.

The only fortune in that is how Obi-Wan goes tumbling first, effectively cushioning your fall straight onto his chest. But his head knocks against the floor, not enough to cause a contusion, but enough to make a sound that has your hand flying straight to the base of his neck from behind.

“Oh,” you worry, eyes direct on him. “Are you alright?”

He offers a smile, though there’s a throbbing in his head now.

“I’m fine. Are you?”

“Well, you caught me before I could be the one to smack my head against the floor, so, yes.”

Obi-Wan hums. “I might be regretting that now.”

There’s a slight huff to your smile as you help him sit straight, still close enough that at least some part of him is touching you. In this case, his legs are against your hips as you peer over his shoulder, your fingers still at the base of his neck and now flittering through his hair.

“I don’t feel a bump,” you say, inspecting the hurt area.

He wonders why you don’t sit behind him, since you’re practically draped over his shoulder at this point.

“Aren’t you lucky?”

You mean in reference to the fact that his head isn’t swelling but his mind nags at him that it’s because he’s able to touch you so closely.

“How come you dove for me?” You ask, sitting back to look him in the eyes. “You would have won if you let me fall.”

“Well,” he swallows. “I was hardly playing fair.”

“True, but,” you’re whispering now, “that doesn’t answer my question.”

His answer, if he were to be honest, would be hazardous. To tell you that he cares for you so deeply that even in a friendly match he would risk his own safety just to assure yours would not only speak of the secret to you but go against the Code he’s been following since before he can remember.

“Truth be told,” he starts. “I don’t want to be responsible for the injury of a fellow Jedi.”

“Ah,” you chuckle. “So, you were saving your skin.”

“And hurt my skin in the process.”

You give him a sympathetic smile, rubbing again at his head. His hair’s a mess, surely, if not by the fall then by how keenly he was sparring. Wisps along his forehead, no longer combed back as neatly as he does every morning. You don’t seem to mind, though.

In fact, you’re quite intent on soothing his pain. When Obi-Wan realizes that’s all you’ve been doing for the last minute, he brings a hand up to your own still in his hair and he gently rubs at your skin with his thumb, hoping that the gesture enough will stir you awake from whatever thought you’re buried in.

It does nothing. No, actually, you give him an even softer smile. This time, looking him in the eyes. It makes his heart do a summersault in his chest when it suddenly dawns on him that you’re both sat on the floor, legs pressed against each other, your hand in his hair and his hand on yours, and neither of you seem content to move.

His temptations are flooring him again and Obi-Wan is reminding himself of the rules he’s made, but that prior feeling is so much more powerful and even more harder to resist.

The air feels thinner and he thinks the only solution be your lips, if he were to press his own against them he might be able to breathe. He’s tipping, similar to when he caught you, instead this time he’s leaning for your touch, close to tearing down those rules of his.

Except just the mere mention of the rules, now more tangible as he watches you lean as well, gives him enough reason to stop himself before he starts. Though, he desperately wants to give in. Yet, he’s in the Jedi Temple of all places! This, as much as it is craved by his heart, is something he can’t let himself risk.

He places a hand on your shoulder before he can fall into it anymore, giving you a smile to ward away any confusion. Not that you were truly leaning into him, though. He must have been imagining it.

“Perhaps another time,” he says, meaning the fight but slipping the forbidden kiss between the words as well.

He’s assured no harm is done when you smile at him in reply, but there’s that glint in your eyes he knows too well.

“I won’t fall next time, Obi-Wan. I assure you that.”

Believe it, he’s already fallen.

─────── ⋯ ───────

As much as Obi-Wan is a fighter, he can’t deny that he rather enjoys quiet days. Such as now where he sits with his friends on a sunny afternoon, overlooking the gardens of Naboo.

Granted, it was a mission which was his reason for being here in the first place, but it was rather easy and with so many helpful hands it was sorted by lunch time. Padmé, ever the gracious host, insisted everyone stay for something to eat and when he felt his stomach growl at the mere mention of food, Obi-Wan couldn’t say no.

Anakin is sitting next to Padmé on his left and across on the other side is you and Riggs, a brave clone trooper and friend. Obi-Wan has always relished in the sound of your laughter, even feeling quite accomplished when he makes you smile, so your joy is something contagious as Riggs tells another one of his infamous stories.

“You’re always getting yourself into trouble,” you chuckle, nudging Riggs in the shoulder.

He laughs, brows raising in defense.

“Me?” He counters. “Says you, sparky. Should I tell everyone about our time on Bar’leth?”

Obi-Wan doesn’t miss the way you flare at that, shaking your head at Riggs in what is most likely supposed to be a subtle motion but it’s pretty obvious to anyone paying attention.

Your reaction only seems to spur Riggs on, who smiles wider than a Cheshire cat.

“I don’t think I’ve heard that one,” Anakin pitches in, leaning on the table with his elbow. “Care to share?”

“No,” you shake your head, looking from Riggs to Anakin. “It’s a very boring story, honestly.”

“Let them be the judge of that,” Riggs nudges your arm like you had done to him earlier. “It started off as a basic recon mission. We were going to spend the night when—”

“Riggs.”

He’s chuckling at your attempts to shut him up and Obi-Wan, silently watching the whole thing, starts to get this fire burning in the pit of his stomach that he’s not used to.

“The night?” He asks, cautiously. “Together?”

“Oh, yeah,” Riggs nods, facing Obi-Wan and gesturing with his hands. “Have you seen the way this one sleeps? Trust me, I’ve got pictures—”

The rest of his sentence gets swallowed down with the slice of cake you suddenly shove into his mouth, muffling whatever else he was ready to say.

“Have you tried the cake?” You ask, voice spikey. “I think the cake is delicious. Anyone want a piece?”

Padmé and Anakin are laughing, happily accepting your offer for some dessert. Riggs chuckles through a cough when he tries to consume the cake piece in his mouth in one gulp, and you’re slapping down on his back to help him but your lips are drawn in a tight line and Riggs makes a noise of pain.

“Obi-Wan?” Comes your voice, eyes on him.

He’s startled out of his trance—having been so focused on the way that despite the story you don’t want told, you’ve moved closer to Riggs—and finds himself confused on why you’ve called his name.

You smile, gesturing down at the table. “Do you want some cake?”

“Oh,” he breathes out, shaking his head. “No, thank you. I couldn’t eat another thing. I think I’ll go for a walk.”

“Now?” Anakin asks, eyeing his master with that brotherlike inspection. “Where are you going?”

“Just around,”

It’s more so a rushed answer as he excuses himself from the table, turning on his heel and ignoring the gazes set on him by everyone who watches him leave.

Being quick about it is probably not the best as hastiness, especially when running from something, is a clear identifier of offense. But he had to get away, strangely. That fiery feeling in his stomach grew too hot when he saw how cozy you and Riggs were sitting beside each other, and it felt like the flames were going to spill out from his mouth.

He’s never felt like this before. It’s scary, for one thing, that he can even experience a feeling that isn’t in his vocabulary, though there’s a storm over his head that tells him exactly what it is he just felt and why exactly he pushed himself away from the scene.

Though he flees, Obi-Wan does admire the Naboo gardens as he walks. Everything here is so vibrant; the water, the grass, the flowers, the fruit, the tastes and smells. If Obi-Wan convinces himself enough, he can believe this planet to be paradise.

Even so, it seems he can’t be alone for long.

“Obi-Wan,” he hears you call, and acting the fool, he runs.

Not as if he were being chased, but just quick enough to dip behind the large hedge and hide himself.

He sees you a moment later, walking down the path he was on a moment before with a small plate in your hand and a slice of cake sitting on it. Oh, how his heart melts at the sight of you.

What he thinks is going to happen is that you’ll look around, find him nowhere in sight, and keep on walking, or return to the others. At first, he thinks he’s correct as you stop in your place and look around the garden. But then you huff, something irritated, and march over to the hedge he’s crouched behind, shoving a fist through the foliage that meets him on the other side.

“Ow!” He cries, rubbing at his chest where you punched him.

“I knew you were there,” you say, stepping around it to face him. “Why did you hide?”

Obi-Wan pouts at the ache in his chest. You can land one hell of a punch.

“I wanted to be alone,” he says, not missing the way there’s a crease forming between your brows.

“Sorry,” you say it so softly, it almost breaks his heart. “You left so suddenly, I thought something must be wrong. So, I brought you a slice.”

Now, Obi-Wan feels guilty. All that surge of emotions prompted him to speak without really thinking first.

“I appreciate it,” he says, stepping forward to take the plate from your hand.

He doesn’t get ahold of it, though, as your hand grabs his wrist, pulling him alongside you as you walk across the garden. He’s stammering, asking you what you’re doing, but you just lead him with you over to a bench under a blossoming canopy, sitting down with a huff.

The plate is placed down beside you and to Obi-Wan’s dismay it is on the furthest side.

“You know you can tell me anything,” you say.

It’s truthful and Obi-Wan knows it, nodding with what you say. But he can’t find the words to tell you what’s on his mind. Or, rather, what’s on his heart. That’s the most embarrassing of all. The fire he felt is something he doesn’t want to utter aloud, but knows its reasoning. He’d rather keep it concealed.

When it seems you grow impatient at his silence, you shuffle toward him, sitting closer, and hold your hands out.

“Come on,” you wave them. “Meditate with me.”

Meditating sounds a lovely respite, however, he knows where his thoughts are heading. This will make matters worse, especially if you manage to hear him.

“No, thank you. I’m afraid I’m far from focused right now. I just needed some air.”

“While we sat outside?” Your brow raises with the tone of your voice, eyeing him suspiciously. “No cake, no meditating, and giving me some bantha fodder excuse... what’s wrong, really?”

Obi-Wan shakes his head. “You shouldn’t say that.”

Not like he’s been much of a saint with his vocabulary but, still, there is a matter of propriety he’s trying to maintain.

It doesn’t deter you, though. You sigh, reaching for him again. This time, holding his arms, leaning forward like you’re trying to peek behind his eyelids.

“Was it something I did?”

“No,” he’s quick to say it. “No, not you. That’s impossible.”

You smile at him, short and prideful. “Then how can I make things better, Obi-Wan? How can I help you?”

Everything you say sounds so beautiful, so tempting. If he knew there’d be no repercussions, he’d fall right into you. He’d let you hold him, knowing that even something as simple as that can cure him from his unnecessary saddling.

What he wants from you will not help him, though he wants to give into it. You’re so close to him again like that evening in the training room and he finds himself falling into what could be described as nostalgia even though the memory is not that far away.

He feels drawn-in again, a buzzing on his lips in yearning to press them against your own. Maker, you’re looking at him with those deep eyes and he’s losing his sense of control once more. The atmosphere aids in sweltering those feelings even more, sitting in such a romantic setting.

Moving does nothing to deter himself, he realizes. As soon as he shifts slightly, his hands drawing down your arms to settle in place where your hands are on him, he finds the space between you is more minimal than what it should be.

He wants to. He really wants to. But he knows he can’t.

“You can do me one favor,” he says, and your alertness is admirable. “Pass me the cake?”

You laugh, leaning backward when he says it and he’s freed from the closeness you both shared. With a smile on your lips, Obi-Wan understands how the fire in his stomach ignited from the way he loves making you laugh and, apparently, hates it when someone else can do it better than he can.

“If it helps,” you shake your head, picking up the plate, “then I’ll happily save you a slice.”

He’s done the same for you. Not with cake, but with his heart.

─────── ⋯ ───────

Dark clouds are swirling in the sky as the rain pours down heavily, almost making it hard to see. Obi-Wan is growing tired of running but he knows he can’t stop. Not unless he wants to be captured. Not unless he ever wants to see you again.

Getting ambushed on a mission is not exactly top five of the things Obi-Wan likes to experience, but being in the thick of it was simply his style. Where else would he be, really, if not right where it’s all happening, right in the danger?

Anakin was somewhere with Rex and Ahsoka, aiding one side of the battle, while Obi-Wan and yourself were fighting on this side. In the height of all of it, though, you both were separated. He knows you can handle yourself but he can’t help from worrying. After all, even in a playful spar, he’s making sure you don’t get hurt.

He’s fortunate enough to find coverage somewhere secluded, away from any prying eyes. Fortunate to catch his breath as he slides his lightsaber against his hip, leaning his head on the pillar and seeing his breath fanning in the air by how cold it is.

He knows he can’t stay here long. He needs to keep moving, otherwise they’ll find him. It’s not the best place to hide, anyhow, as the only thing keeping him from being seen is this pillar, and the rain is wafting down to where he is that he’s still getting wet. Less than standing under the sky, but not enough to bother wiping his brow.

There’s a pressure in the air before he sees a face, but he knows it’s coming quick enough to get his hand prepped on his lightsaber hilt, one move from drawing it.

Then, “Obi-Wan,”

It’s your voice and he turns to watch you slink behind the pillar further down, each pillar standing in a line, pressing your back up against it.

“Thank the stars,” he says under his breath, turning to lean on his shoulder. “Are you hurt?”

You shake your head. “No. Are you?”

“No more than usual.”

When you raise your brow at him, he chuckles. It’s short-lived due to the tightness in his chest from having run for so long, still breathing heavily.

Same as him, you’re soaked from head to toe. You attempt to squeeze some water out of your robes but with the rain sweeping past the pillars, it doesn’t do much. With a sigh, you seem to also be delaying to rest, even for a short moment.

“So much for an easy mission,” you shake your head.

Obi-Wan grins. “Are they ever?”

“I suppose you’re right. Oh—” you click your fingers and he doesn’t fear the noise, knowing that the rain is covering up your voices. “What about Naboo? That was a piece of cake.”

He stares at you a moment, furrowing his brows some. There’s a chuckle ready to pour out from his mouth at any second, but it’s holding its place as he ponders.

“Was that a pun?” He asks.

You smile, ever so eagerly. “Of course.”

He lets the chuckle die, not necessarily being a big fan of puns, much to the dismay of one Anakin Skywalker.

“Well,” he confesses, “it’s nice to know you still have your sense of humor in situations like this.”

“And I’ve still got you.”

He smiles some, watching the droplets of water running down your face. It instinctually has him wiping at his forehead.

“As I have you.” He says.

You nod, peering behind the pillar. “Always.”

It won’t always be like this, though. Will it? Times change and Obi-Wan has known them to change pretty quickly, so he can’t help but wonder how long this will last, whatever this is. He hates to think that you only see him as a friend or a fellow Jedi and nothing more when he sees you like the sun on a cloudy day.

What he would give for some sun right now. When this mission is over, he fears he’ll get a cold.

“Have you seen the others?” He asks, hopeful that you’ve accomplished more than him.

“Only from when we landed,” you tell him. “But Ahsoka reached me by comlink. They’ve almost swept their area so I told her to meet us here, then I came and found you.”

“Good thinking,” he breathes out, finally regaining a normal rhythm with the beating in his chest.

There’s a kick of wind amidst the storm and a plentiful amount of rain comes splashing past the pillars and crashing onto the ground by both your feet. It makes you jump, stepping to the side of the pillar you were hiding behind.

“This rain is relentless!” You cry, looking down at all the water that leaves a giant puddle. “My boots are soaked. I’ll have to get some new ones—”

Water doesn’t pour past the pillars this time but instead gunfire does. A singular shot cuts through the rain, nipping your arm and you yelp, and then the rest of the cavalry seemingly arrive as more and more shots are fired where you are standing out in the open.

Obi-Wan manages to spring into action after the first shot, luckily, and grabs ahold of the arm closest to him, tugging you over to his pillar and right up against his body, where he shields the sides of you with his arms.

The gunfire doesn’t cease and you flinch, burying your face into his robes. He can only think to hold onto you tightly so that not even an inch of yourself is peeking past the pillar, in order that you don’t get shot at again.

When the attacks quieten, leaving just the downpour to fill up the empty space, Obi-Wan tightens a hand on your shoulder.

“Looks like you were followed,” he grumbles, though he knows it’s not your fault.

Your hands go from resting on his chest to gripping tightly onto his arms, risking a glance to the side in what Obi-Wan assumes is trying to find where the gunfire came from.

“Mother of Kwath!” You rage. “I was so careful too.”

He feels it in him to berate you for using that kind of speech yet again, but decides better of it.

“No use fretting on the past,” Obi-Wan says, one hand drawing to your back. “How bad is it?”

Your face contours into concentration, looking like you’re trying to number the amount of soldiers adjacent to where you both stand. Any freedom the two of you had to spring back into action is gone now. At the moment, you’re cornered.

“I can only make out the front line,” you groan, slinking in his arms. “There’s a lot of them, though.”

Obi-Wan hums. “Let’s hope that the others come quickly. But I was asking about your arm.”

You glance up at him, paused for a moment, like what he said comes as a complete shock to you, if only for the second after he said it.

“Oh,” looking down at your arm, you shrug. “It’s a scratch.”

“Really?”

Obi-Wan’s hand at your shoulder comes down to rest at the reddened area on your arm, undoubtedly where the blood is seeping through from the gunshot wound. He’s gentle as he peels back the cut in your robes, now singed, to inspect the area.

True as you said, it’s essentially a scratch. But it must have nicked you more than what he thought it did since it’s bleeding quite heavily. Nothing a bandage won’t fix, yet it’s there.

“Your verdict?” You ask him.

For the first time since he grabbed you, he realizes just how close the two of you are. Looking into your eyes feels as if walking into a trap, and the words get lodged in his throat as you watch him under your lashes.

You really, really don’t know what that look does to him.

“You’ll live,” he says, though he thinks he’s dying.

Even more so when the gunfire kicks up again and you’re stepping closer on instinct, same as he with wrapping his arms around you, and with the jump you both make, your noses touch.

The firing and rain might as well fade into the background, that’s how focused Obi-Wan is on you right now. There’s a voice in the back of his head, screaming at him to pay attention, you idiot! But he’s so far gone. So far gone. There’s no hope in coming back from this now.

He feels your hands climb his shoulders, one on the back of his neck and the other at his cheek, and he shivers as if the cold is what makes him do that.

“Obi-Wan,” you speak. “There might not be a next time.”

He’s fearful for a moment that you’ve just heard his thoughts, or that he isn’t wearing as good a poker face as he believed. But that can’t be what you mean. Going out in a blaze of glory, surely, is what exactly you meant by those words.

Though he thinks they’ll haunt him for the rest of his life if you both make it out of here alive.

Which, so happens, turns out to be very possible as a flash of blue comes from behind the pillar and moments later, Ahsoka’s head is peeking around the corner.

“Let’s go, you two.” She says with a curious eye.

You’re out of his arms within a second, running behind Ahsoka to jump into the fight.

Obi-Wan, on the other hand, has to give himself a moment to breathe before he can pretend like he wasn’t just about to break one of his rules he so adamantly set up.

─────── ⋯ ───────

It’s been two weeks since the mission in the rain and Obi-Wan has been steadfast in taking every single mission thereafter that can put some distance between himself and you.

Even outside of the Order, if you and the others were going to spend time together, he’d give a curt “no, thank you” and some daft excuse and be as far away as possible from wherever everyone was going.

Maybe it’s a cowardly thing to do, since essentially Obi-Wan is running away, but with the temptations behind him already he feels like this is the only solution.

Anakin has asked about it, though. Ever the persistent friend, trying to uncover whatever Obi-Wan is hiding from him. He gets the same response every time—“There’s a war, Anakin.”—but none of it seem to deter him for very long.

Slowly, one by one, more people began to speak out about Obi-Wan’s behavior. Even Riggs. That was not a fun conversation. You too have tried to talk to him about it but he’s quick to make sure that you both have little to no interaction whatsoever, even if that means being a little harsh about it.

So, understandably, people were going to figure it out. Padmé, Anakin, Ahsoka, Rex, Cody, and Riggs have actually managed to talk to him. But you, on the other hand, have been evaded at every turn. Yes, it was obvious and everyone caught onto it. Now, Obi-Wan stays away from anyone he can (which doesn’t work well when you have Jedi duties to do.)

One day it happens. Obi-Wan is walking through the hangar bay to get to a ship for yet another solo missioned he accepted—though he really begged for it—and you’re waiting for him at the door of the vehicle, arms crossed and gaze set like stone against him.

Caraya’s Soul, you look scary like that.

He tries to play it casually, but in reality he’s beginning to sweat.

“Hello there,” he says, putting on a smile.

You don’t so much as grin at him. The ice cold front is not something he’s been a victim to with you before, and he pities whoever has.

“Let’s not dance around this, Obi-Wan.” Even your voice is far from cheerful. “Why are you avoiding me?”

The one thing he didn’t plan for, he now realizes, is the confrontation. He’s been running even from that.

“I’m sorry if you feel that way, but I promise I’ve only been doing my duty to the Order. I sometimes devote all my attention to it.”

Obi-Wan knows that’s the oldest lie in the book and it’s one of the most heartless lies as well, since he’s essentially flipping the blame onto you and hoping that you’ll take it and leave.

But you’re more persistent than that and Obi-Wan knows this, with the exception of you leaning off of the ship and stepping directly in front of him.

“You’re a kriffing liar, Obi-Wan.”

“You really shouldn’t say—”

“You’re ignoring me and I want to know why!”

That’s the most angered you’ve ever been around him and what hurts him is that he’s the one you’re angry at. He theorized that with his relentless avoidance that you could be upset, sad mostly, but angry wasn’t something he thought he’d come up against.

So, he does what he knows has worked so far. He runs away.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says it like he’s offended, stepping around you. “You’re imagining things.”

Your hand reaches out and grabs him by the arm, stopping him in his tracks.

“Stop lying to me, Obi-Wan. I know you better than you think and I can tell something’s wrong, and I can tell it’s to do with me.”

There’s hurt in your voice and Obi-Wan wants to wrap you in his arms like he caught you during training, or when he wanted to hold your hands in the Naboo gardens, or when he held you to him behind the pillar. All reasons why he wants to run to you and all reasons why he ran from you in the first place.

“We were so close,” you say. “What happened?”

He’s reminded of just how many good times there have been with you. All the times you both spent together—training, fighting alongside each other, drinking Jawa Juice in the silent hours of the morning when both of you should be asleep, and how with every joke he’d tell, you’d hold onto his arm like you haven’t heard anything funnier.

The grip you have on his arm now is not as pleasant as those times, though. He can feel it from your veins to his that you’re desperate.

“Let me in, Obi-Wan.” You whisper, turning toward him. “Won’t you, please?”

He’ll slip, he knows he will, if he lets you talk to him like that. He’ll fall even harder and ignore that voice in his head even more just from one look from you. Without so much as knowing it, you can reel him in by the simple gestures alone.

He can’t let himself get tangled in this. As the wielder of a blue lightsaber, he has to guard himself. Protect his heart from the dangers of loving you.

Pressing his hand down firmly on yours still holding tight to his arm, he pulls you off of him.

“There’s nothing to say.”

He sees your heart break when you frown at him, as if he threw the words right at you.

“Why are you doing this?” Your question presses him and there’s a waver to your voice that almost shatters him.

He sighs, aching through his bones. “I have to go.”

“Don’t hide from me,”

“There’s much I have to do—”

“You’re hurting my feelings.”

He groans within himself, screwing his eyes shut. “I mean no harm, I promise.”

“Then tell me I don’t matter.”

At once, his eyes open and he sees the damage he’s truly done. You’re crying silently, waiting for him to make it worse. The determination he had to rid your mark on him goes melting away to the floor, content on dissolving beneath his feet.

All the strength he has feels like it’s failing him. He can’t stay but he can’t bear to go. He’s splitting apart, ripping rigidly into two shapes he won’t be able to recognize once they separate.

Is it even possible that he can remain a whole without you in his life?

There is not even an ounce of him that can say the words you want him to speak, even if it’s a lie. Simply saying it would do more damage to him than you can possibly imagine.

He shakes his head. “I can’t do that.”

You raise your chin, frustrations seeping into the sadness of your gaze. “No, I want you to say it.”

“Why would you want that?”

“Because if you say it then I’ll let you leave.”

You’re tearing him apart with this, digging your fingers into his flesh. There is not an inch of him that detests you so, not even some part of him that finds one attribute of yours less than lovely. You’re everything to him.

“I can’t just let you go,” you say, lips trembling. “Because I love you too much. I have to hear you say that I don’t matter so that I don’t hold on for an explanation you’ll never tell.”

A weight drops on him, direct on his chest. It pushes and pushes and he loses his breath.

“You love me?”

The question feels so boyish but you look so sure, and it’s enough for him to forget every warning he’s ever told himself.

“I’ve always loved you.” You tell him.

That’s enough, he thinks, to break the dam. Nothing could penetrate his armor, he once thought, but you’ve done it with gentle fingers. With one touch, he dispels like smoke and with it go his rules.

He does what he held himself back from doing before, three times already. Obi-Wan reaches out, his hand on your cheek, and he leans closer than the two of you have ever been and he kisses you, deeply, sweetly, and achingly. He kisses you with sincerity. He kisses you with all the might he has remaining.

His affections pulse between your lips, flowing like electricity enough to spark you awake. Instantly, your arms are wrapped around him, pushing enough to make the space between you burst. It shatters so that only you two remain.

Obi-Wan kisses you now, knowing he’ll kiss you again tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day he knows he’ll spend the rest of his life with you, burying his lightsaber in the sand.

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Date with Destiny

pairing fox mulder x skinner!gn!reader

word count 1022

synopsis You, the younger sister of Walter Skinner, have finally landed a date with the man whose work you’ve long-admired.

content fluff, funny, sweet, mentions of sex and pornography, reader has a personality

You were nervous. Definitely, you were nervous. As you approached the bar your fight or flight response kicked in. You’d been following his work for years, both fascinated and intimidated by the man who you were sure would be the one to uncover the truth. What the truth was, you’d never been entirely sure, but his sureness about some things was admirable. And attractive. Though not as attractive as his dark eyes, square jaw, and easy smile. You’d been hoping for a date with him for a while but Walter had made it difficult. Honestly, it was unclear who he was protecting from whom between his baby sister and his most beloved agent.

He was standing by the door waiting for you, looking down the street in the wrong direction. You couldn’t help but take notice of his posture. It seemed he was actually nervous. An entire swarm of butterflies fluttered inside your stomach. Or maybe it was an ulcer. Either way, you wanted to be sick. And as you closed the distance, he turned, catching a glimpse of you. You watched as his blank face washed with recognition and then a grin.

“(y/n) Skinner!”

“Agent Mulder.” You bit your bottom lip, unsure how to proceed. You’d been the one to ask him out but that was a courageous anomaly. When you’d gone in to bring Walter a birthday gift you’d finally seen Mulder in the flesh. He’d stepped into the same elevator, and you weren’t about to let the opportunity go. After years of begging your brother to introduce the two of you, he was finally in your grasp. So you’d let the question leave you before thinking better of it.

Wordlessly, Mulder propped open the door for you to enter in front of him. It was crowded and noisy inside. Relief washed through you, and you patted yourself on the back for choosing that sort of place; busy enough that you could feel invisible. The two of you grabbed beers from the bar and sat at a booth near the back. The table was sticky. Seated, you knew you had to say something, though you felt mute.

“Tell me something about yourself!” You blurted. Jesus, It sounded like an order.

“Something about myself.”

You nodded. “A fun fact.”

He gave you a conspiratorial look, leaning forward so you, too, leaned in. His green eyes wide, he whispered, “I’m red-green colorblind.”

You giggled into the mouth of your beer.

“Your turn.” His eye contact could kill. He held your gaze even when you wanted to break away. It’s like he was allergic to shame or something. But being around him made you bolder, too. He lifted his bottle to his lips.

“I have a crippling addiction to pornography.” Help choked on his drink. Leaned back, the reaction was fun to see. There were no napkins at the table, he used the sleeve of his coat to wipe his chin like a little kid.

“Why haven’t we met before?”

“My brother.”

“It still amazes me to think that man has a family. I used to imagine him going home and sleeping in a pod or something.”

“He does that, too.” Mulder chuckled at that, and you felt a warmth open up in your chest. It felt good to make him laugh. More so than just as validation from someone you admired, but because his laugh felt like late night board games. “Agent Mulder-”

“Just Mulder is fine.”

“Alright Mulder, at the risk of revealing my hand too early, I’ve been following your work for some time.” You began to peel at the edge of your beer bottle’s label with the nails you’d freshly painted a deep burgundy. “I’ve asked Walter to introduce us many times and he has always declined. Vehemently.”

“Vehemently.”

“I don’t know which of us he thinks will hurt the other more.”

“Am I in danger?” He smirked.

“Very much so.” You finished your beer with a final long swig.

“Refill?” You nodded, watching him the entire way as he approached the bar and leaned easily against the counter. As he waited, he plunged his hands into a shallow bowl of nuts, popping them into his mouth one-by-one. There was a woman down the counter from him, obviously staring at Mr tall, dark, and handsome but he never once looked her way. He nodded when the bartender slid the beers to him. When he returned, it seemed he’d overcome any nerves he might’ve been harboring.

“I’m sorry, I think we glazed over something back there. You follow my work?”

You nodded. “The things that get published, that is.”

There was a glint in his eye. “I didn’t think much of it did.”

“I may have also convinced my brother to share some things with me.” You lifted a finger to your lips, a silent shh.

“Any thoughts?” The blood being pumped from your heart was actually fire blazing through your veins. Fox Mulder was looking at you. He was looking at you like he could undress you with his eyes.

“If I tell you how brilliant I think you are, I won’t stand a chance with you.”

“I can’t fathom a reality in which that could be the case.” You shrugged and, when it was clear you wouldn’t say anything more, he continued. “What do you do?”

“I’m a writer. Science fiction.”

He threw his head back and let out one huge laugh. “You’re something.” It came out soft, like he meant it.

“Well, from one expert to another, I have a question:” He leaned in, resting his elbows on the table, and you did the same. “Which cryptid would you have sex with?”

Without a moment of hesitation, “Fresno Nightcrawler. You?”

“Mothman. Have you seen those dreamy eyes?”

You liked the way he looked at you—satisfied and challenged at the same time. Like you were a welcome surprise. Or a riddle. It was a great effort not to reach across the expanse between the two of you and brush your thumb against his chin. He was everything you’d hoped.

“Do you want to get out of here?”

xx

#fox mulder x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #fox mulder #x files #💤🦪 #🛸 #friends to lovers #first date

[russellsppttemplates]

Flowers, cuddles and family time (Pierre Gasly)

The Gasly family takes some time off in the French country side

Note: english is not my first language. Here's some dad!Pierre (this week has been all family!driver and I'm not one bit mad)

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍I'm not taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so but know that I'm not certain when I'll be able to tend to them!

Tw: pregnancy (mentions tiredness, emotional changes)

"How about we go and play outside while mama makes dinner so you're not running around in the kitchen?", Pierre suggested to the two boys who enthusiastically nodded their head, going up to you so you could bend down a bit and get a kiss on each cheek by both of your kids, Pierre following soon with a kiss on your forehead, "I'm going to see if I can tire them a bit, call me if you need anything, mon coeur", he said before caressing the bump under your shirt. Pierre was so happy when, after coming from the podium celebrations, he met you and the boys back in his driver's room for a little bit before he had to go to he media pen, setting his trophy down on the desk as he saw Louis sitting at the desk, a notebook open making it look like the three year-old was attending a school lesson. When he looked around the room, Alexandre was by the white board on the wall that had your writing in it, reading "Big Brother Training 101 - All projects due next January", his eyes looking at you for confirmation as you nodded, watching how his smile got even bigger as he came forward to hug you still in his race suit, hiding his face on your neck as he placed butterfly kisses on the skin there, feeling the tears on your skin as you squeezed his body against yours. Louis and Alexandre were quick to join the family hug, their arms going around your legs as they watched Pierre's hand travel to your tummy, the bump yet to show, "I love you so much, mes amours, so so so much", he managed to get out as he ruffled the boys' hairs, his communications assistant outside the room reminding him that he needed to do his media duties in 5 minutes.

When Pierre Gasly stood on the media pen, the smile on his face they had never seen before, making all of the reporters think that the podium had really meant the absolute world to him, not knowing that the reason behind that big constant smile was the growing Gasly family.

As they walked in the big cottage Pierre had rented for you to spend spend long weekend, the boys were either racing eachother or playing catch between them, and Pierre appreciated the sight, the boys shared such a beautiful and pure sibling bond and he hoped the little girl you were expecting would fit right in with them, "Papa?", Alexandre, who was older than his brother by just a bit over three years, called for him, "yes?", Pierre replied, showing him he had his full attention, "How can we help mama? Yesterday she was really tired when she was in the car, and we want to help her", he said, his brother quickly following, "she even fell asleep on our way here, did you sit it? Mama never sleeps when we are in the car, only we do", the shock on his speech earned a chuckle from Pierre as he felt pride in knowing that the little boys he raised were concerned about their mother's wellbeing, "Well, right now you're helping mama, because she is in the kitchen making food for us and you're not running around and distracting her while she is near knifes and things that hurt if you're not careful and paying attention. And you can help by making your beds, grabbing some things from your room that aren't heavy, doing as she says", he looked at the youngest who was known for always setting up a negotiation when he didn't feel immediately drawn to do something, "like you do when you do the laundry and help mama around the house?", Alexandre looked to confirm, earning a nod from Pierre, "your sister is growing in mama's belly, and it takes a lot of energy from her so we boys have to do our best to help her right?", he finished, "I'm gonna help her from now on too. Look, yellow flowers, those are mama's favourite colour!", Louis yelled excitedly, running up to the them.

Seeing his father and brother approach him, the little boy looked up to his father's matching blue eyes, "can we bring some of these for mama, papa?", he pleaded, "yes, papa, please! She'll be so happy", the older one joined as Pierre smiled, crouching down to their level and helping them break the stem so they could have an even bunch of flowers to offer you before making their way back into the house, Pierre's calculations figuring you would have dinner ready by the time they arrived.

You were placing the water jug on the table when you heard giggles and snickers outside, seeing your three boys get inside through the kitchen's sliding doors, Louis (trying his best at) hiding what looked like a bunch of flowers behind his back, the petals missing the floor by a few inches only, "Mama, we have a surprise for you! Close your eyes", Alexandre called for you, walking into the kitchen and then placing your hands over your eyes once you stopped in the entrance, feeling Pierre's hands on your hips guide you to them, "you can open now mama!", Alexandre allowed you to open your eyes as Louis showed you the yellow flowers, "we saw these on our walk and we got them for you, they're your favourite colour!", they explained as you smelled them, "thank you, boys! I love them!", you said as you kissed both their heads, going to the cupboard to grab a vase to put them with water in, "dinner is ready so can you guys take your shoes coats off, please? And wash your hands too, while papa and I put the food on the table, okay?", you requested. "C'mon Louis, I'll help you!", Alexandre urged his brother as he grabbed his hand after helping him take his shoes off, heading upstairs together to take their outerwear off, "they're so cute with eachother, I can't wait for them to meet out babygirl", you gushed as you watched your husband dry his hands, going over to give him a hug, the feeling of his chest and arms wrapping around you relaxing you immediately, "How is she doing today?", your husband asked as he kissed the top of your head, "Good, she's been moving a bit but nothing too much, and certainly not like when it was those little monsters upstairs", you chuckled, remembering the times where you had to tap your belly so each of them could get the hint and stop the raucous they were making in your uterus.

-

Pierre woke up when he heard some light commotion on the room the boys were sleeping in, his body used to be up early despite not having anywhere in particular to be today, and it took them around two minutes before they made their way into your bedroom, opening the door slowly as they saw that you were still asleep, "Bonjour papa, can we come in?", Alexandre asked soflty as his father nodded, "Careful because mama is still sleeping, quiet voices and quiet steps please", he ordered as they complied, making their way to Pierre's side of the bed as he pressed a kiss on their cheeks as his usual morning greeting, "I'm hungry, can we go and make food? We can make some for mama too when she wakes up", one of the boys asked, the other one humming in agreement. Getting up and tucking you in a bit better, Pierre put on a t-shirt, "Good idea boys, let's go then", and made his way downstairs with them.

You woke up alone on the bed, Pierre's side cold as you noticed the sheets around your body keeping you warm, and that's when you heard some movement downstairs, prompting you to get up and do your morning routine in the bathroom before heading dowstairs to meet your family, "Good morning my loves", you announced your presence as you walked in the kitchen, the little ones getting down for their stool and coming to hug your legs, "Good morning mama, did you have a good sleep?", Alexandre asked as his hand travelled to your bump that was more noticeable in the maternity sleeping dress you were wearing, rubbing it like he had seen his father do so many times, "I did, and you, boys?", you asked as you ran you fingers on their soft cheeks, "It was good. Mama, you look very beautiful", Louis said as a blush cast over your cheeks, Pierre watching the whole situation while he set the last pancake in the plate, "Thank you my love. What are we doing today?", you asked them, "I want to watch movies and cuddle on the sofa all day", Louis said, "Me too!", his brother agreed as they fled to the living room area. Turning off the stove, Pierre opened his arms and snaked aroud your body when he got to you, "Good morning, my love", he said, his lips catching yours for a kiss, "hm, good morning, handsome, thank you for breakfast", you said as you stole another kiss, earning a pat on your butt from your husband as he went to grab the last plate of pancakes to take to the living, the rest of the food already on the large coffee table, "c'mon beautiful mama, we have all day for food, cuddles and family time", he winked.

It was one of the loveliest afternoons you had recently, you were snuggled against your husband's chest while the boys latched to either side of you, their hands constantly in your bump like their father's, stroking the skin over the fabric and occasionally pressing kisses there and, as much as both you and Pierre strived for having your boys be more autonomous and independent as they grew older, nothing beat the feeling of having your little ones in your embrace, wanting nothing more that some cuddles and kisses which you and Pierre were not going to complain about. "I always thought this was going to be tricky, you know? I was so scared that I wouldn't have as much time for my family as I'd like to, and it pained me to think that my children would maybe one day think that I wasn't around as much as I should, but this makes it worth it. So worth it. Did you know these two promised to help you from now on, because they were worried that you are tired now? You even fell asleep in the car...!", Pierre tried his best to mimick his youngest son's shocked expression, earning one of your beautiful laughs, "they love you so much Pierre, you don't even know. Sure, they miss you too but they know you love them to pieces as well", you reasoned, tears forming in your eyes as you spoke about your family, damned hormones, these days you can't even look at your little boys before feeling almost all of the basic six emotions all at once. Kissing your forehead, Pierre's hand managed to reach your bump despite the little boy latching on him like a koala, drawing random shapes on it, "you are my big luck, nothing in this world matters more than the four of you", he said as he waited for what the future would hold for his family.

#pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly × reader #pierre gasly fic #pierre gasly fluff #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic

[jw-horror-stories]

Oh, boy, let me think of some good stories. I was fortunate enough that my family never tried to pressure baptism on me (My grandfather did, but only once). I never got baptized because of this.

I also lucked out in that I don't have any creepy old man stories, or anything else of that nature.

I DO have trauma from they way they use the world 'homosexual'.

Once, when my sister was like, 5? She made a board game all by herself, using paper. It was called 'Run Away from the Demons and Go to Jesus.' There were some awesome stick figure demons. Jeezy Boy, however, did not make it into the picture.

My parents had a good sense of humor about it, though.

I vividly remember reading a Watchtower article discussing a man who had a 'homosexual lifestyle' before coming into 'the truth'. He prayed to God and it went away tho!!! Prommy!!!!

(I feel so bad for him and I hope he realizes he doesn't have to do that.)

If I get anymore crazy stories, I'll let you know (I'm a minor and am stilled being brought every Sunday).

As soon as I sent that last ask I remembered a story! I had to listen to a talk given by a brother who clearly did NOT research evolution outside of the JW publications. He said (all in his talk about EVOLUTION): - There is NO evidence for evolution. None. Not even a bit. Not a single piece. Nada. - The sun will never run out of (quote) "fuel". (I don't remember how this tied in at all. Chances are it didn't.) - If bees died there would NO POLLINATORS. AT ALL. No more bees; no more anything!!!! (He literally said that without bees no flowers would ever be pollinated. Man has not seen a butterfly. Tragic.) - AI stands for AUTOMATED INFORMATION. (He did mean actual AI, he used this talking point as a 'gotchya' because humans cannot come close to creating a brain. Therefore: God.) - Evolution is being taught EXACTLY THE SAME as it was 60 years ago. (Tell me you've never looked into it without telling me you've never look into it.) The only difference is when HE was a kid it was a THEORY but now it's taught as a FACT. (No???) - Things NEVER crash in space because GOD is guiding them! (???? Man said this DURING a meteor shower btw) - Ants are NOT STRONG. (What. What are you talking about.) In the same line as the previous note he DID say elephants are strong. This is evidence of god's POWER. (I nearly had to leave the room. Elephants are evidence of god's power but ANTS are not???) This was all in one 45 minute talk. He bounced from point to point so much that it was too hard to follow and he just said straight-up untrue things half the time. If it wasn't so infuriating, it would have been funny.

Hoo boi, lots to unpack here, so let me just get everything done in one ultimate post.

The first part about the homosexuality, all I can say is that more likely than not the article you mentioned was most likely fictitious, or at least greatly embellished (probably involved a slightly girly man, or a slightly boyish woman, all that GNC shit they don't like).

And now, that 45 minute indoctrination session talk you heard.

There is NO evidence for evolution - yeah we were always at war with Eurasia. Okay, not quite that level of Orwell, but it's still bad. And also laughably stupid.

The sun will never run out of (quote) "fuel". - all part of a large over-arching narrative of "god has god powers so sun is forever and so is humans"

If bees died there would NO POLLINATORS - nevermind the butterflies for a moment, if such a cataclysmic mass extinction of bees did happen, flowers that do not need pollination would overtake the gene pool, and oh look, evolution. Those that survive the new conditions would take over. Funny that.

AI stands for AUTOMATED INFORMATION - I keep reading AI as "Accuracy International". Hey, if he can put in irrelevant nonsense then so can I. Only difference is I'm not pulling any bullshit here. Look them up, pretty cool, but autistic infodumping will have to wait.

Evolution is being taught EXACTLY THE SAME as it was 60 years ago - You can tell roughly how old this speaker was. Hey gramps, your information is pretty outdated, have you finally switched over to Windows 98 yet?

Things NEVER crash in space because GOD is guiding them! - Oh okay, so his knowledge of magnetic fields would imply that he's yet to discover the automobile. Or that it costs more than $5 a day for a good living wage. Does he even know about the Printing Press?

Ants are NOT STRONG - ok boomer

ngl it was actually kinda fun to respond to those talking points, just because of how utterly absurd it all is. I find that laughing at it rather than trying to understand the reasoning is ultimately better for one's mental health.

-Mod Degurechaff, needs more shit to respond to

#mod degurechaff #jehovah's witnesses #jwhs #jehovah's witness #jehovah's witness horror stories #submission

[bluesnsfw]

Some Ayato smut I wrote on Wattpad

18+ content, I can't remember exactly what it all was about but everyone keeps telling me it's written well so enjoy!

You've just arrived at the Kamisato Estate, a place you have been meaning to visit for a while. The head of the estate is a very powerful man known by many, known as Kamisato Ayato, and you've been meaning to meet him for quite a while. So this is where you are, you've finally arrived at your destination.

You walk up to the Estate building, about to knock on the door, when it gets opened and you are greeted by one of mister Kamisato's "butlers" you could call him.

"Hello traveler, I've heard of your arrival, and I'll gladly lead you to sir Kamisato's room," the man says, before he walks right in front of you beckoning you to follow him.

You nod to him and follow him throughout the majestic estate building, and he leads you to a room. The room resembled a Japanese style, just like the rest of the building does. In the middle of the room, you saw the man himself, mister Kamisato, the head of the estate. He sat there is his long white and blue ropes, with his vision on display, his fingers intertwined and his eyes staring at you, on his face was a smile as he invited you to come in.

"Greetings. Ayaka has mentioned you on numerous occasions — alas, my schedule has been rather busier than anticipated recently, which belated our first meeting until today. Kamisato Ayato, head of the Kamisato Clan. Delighted to make your acquaintance."

"Nice to meet you, mister Kamisato," you greet him back.

Mister Kamisato smiles; "My sister knows you well, there's no need for these types of formalities, you can call me Ayato."

You must admit to yourself that Ayato's smile is quite charming as you give him a smile back.

His smile does light a spark inside you, it warms your heart, and suddenly...

You realise...

He is quite handsome.

You smile back at him; "Well nice to meet you... Ayato"

Ayato continues; "My sister has told me a lot about you traveller, and from the way she spoke about you, I already developed quite a liking for you."

You look away, your face turning red.

"I would've loved to accompany you on your many travels, but unfortunately, life at the Kamisato Estate is quite busy."

You feel something in your stomach, a sense of nausea, you feel your body warm up listening to Ayato's soft voice, some may call this...

Butterflies

You feel your face getting hot as you say, "I... I would love to travel with you, Ayato."

You feel Ayato's stare on your body, your face is flushed, and very hot, you can feel it glowing, of butterflies but also of embarrassment.

You can't stand to look at Ayato, knowing which feelings you just discovered.

Although, if you think hard about it, those feelings had already been there since you knew of Ayato's existence. The way Ayaka told you about her brother made you respect him all the more.

You hear the chair move, and Ayato must have stood up.

"Is something wrong?" he asks, you here his footsteps on the wooden flooring, walking towards you.

"N- No," you say shyly.

The footsteps get louder and louder until they stop. You feel Ayato's presence next to you, but you decide to still look at your feet.

Ayato smiles, "Flustered now, are we?"

You feel him put his hand on your chin, moving your face up so you look right at him.

You feel your face turn red, and your heart pounds in your chest. You look into his deep blue eyes. They shine like the stars reflected in the ocean. Your heart starts to slow down as you're deeply lost in Ayato's eyes.

"That's better," Ayato says. "I must say, I do quite like the look of you, Traveller, you are quite..."

You watch him closely as he says this sentence. You see his face light up a little, and you can see the fluster in his deep blue eyes... Does he feel the same way you feel?

"Beautiful" he finishes

You feel your knees get weak, as if you're not able to stand anymore.

"May I ask for your name, Traveler, I've never quite caught it, Ayaka always mentioned you by your titles."

"Y/n," you say, you chuckle; "But you can call me Beautiful if you'd like," then you look away, hoping he can take the joke.

He chuckles. "Well then, Beautiful, it is an honour to meet you."

Your knees weaken even more to the point where you're not able to stand, you fall through them, but Ayato catches you.

"Weak knees?" he asks you, "Here let me help you up. "

He lifts you up as if you were a cute cat being cradled by their owner. You turn bright red and try to avoid his face.

He walks an end with you and then lets you down on a bed, which is silk smooth. Would this be his bedroom?

"I suppose you must feel a thing for me then, don't you Beautiful" he says as he lays you down on the bed, his face very close to yours. You feel your heart pound in your chest.

You whisper, as if almost unable to speak "M- maybe"

He smiles, "I see you're quite nervous. However, I can make you feel more comfortable." he says, leaning closer to you.

"H- how?" You ask him nervously.

"Like this," he says, he leans more towards you, your faces millimetres away from each other. And then...

He places his lips on yours.

You've been caught by surprise, but you do comply him, kissing him back.

He pushes you over onto the bed and climbs on top of you, making the kiss even more passionate.

Then he lets go of your lips and smiles at you.

"You're so desperate for me, aren't you..."

"... Beautiful?"

You feel your heart pound in your chest, as if it's about to explode, and all you can do is nod slightly while he leans back into you, this time placing his lips on your neck.

You close your eyes, you feel multiple feelings, love, desire, disbelieve and maybe... fear...

Is this actually happening, or is this just a dream you'll have to awaken from.

He whispers in your ear, "Relax, Beautiful, you have nothing to fear for, just let me give you what you deserve."

It's as if he could read your mind, you try to relax, placing your arms around him in the process.

"That's more like it, Beautiful." Ayato smiles as he looks deep into your eyes before he pulls you into another passionate kiss.

You can feel his hand on your cheek, while the other one is on your body, moving towards the edge of your shirt. You're nervous... But you do let him, you do like it, feeling his presence next to you, his body on top of yours.

"May I?" he asks

You comply, "Yes, you may."

He pulls up your shirt, over your head, and off of your body.

You didn't wear a bra, as you prefer the freedom of not wearing one, and since your armour supports your breasts.

"No bra huh" Ayato says, surprised "Even better" he says seductively, moving his face towards your breasts and placing some subtle kisses on them before sucking one of the nipples, making it hard.

He chuckles, "You're all hot for me, aren't you?"

You nod.

"Very well," he smiles at you.

You feel yourself getting hot, turned on by Ayato's presence, by Ayato's behaviour. You only desire more of him. Your nervousness washes away, and all you can feel is lust.

You move your hands towards your pants, gripping the top, you move your knees up, wanting to swiftly take them off to allow Ayato access to your body.

Ayato chuckles once again, "All hot for me now, are you, Beautiful." he moves up, allowing you to take off your pants as he undoes his robe and lets it fall onto the ground, putting his handsome chest on display.

You look at him, moving your eyes all over his body. You can't comprehend how much you want this, how much you want him. You take off your leggings and underwear, leaving yourself all naked for Ayato.

He smiles lustfully at you, moving his hand down onto your pussy, rubbing your clit.

You leave out a little moan as he does this, you try to look away. But he moves on top of you, grabbing your chin with his other hand to make you look at him.

"I want to see your eyes... Beautiful." he says seductively, he leans into you having his face only centimeters from yours and he whispers "I want to see you lust for me" and then he presses his lips on top of yours, rubbing you more roughly. He moves his hand lower to your entrance, and he forces two fingers in. He puts his body on yours, his pelvis rubbing your clit as he fingers you. You moan... loudly...

"Ayato..." you moan softly.

"What is it, my love"

My love? My love? you think. You can't believe he called you that, this is all moving so fast, you find him so hot, you love feeling his touch, you love being his love.

"My love?" you whimper "Am I really your love Ayato?"

"Yes you are, Beautiful, you are my love"

He pushes his fingers deeper into you, making you moan loudly. You feel a sensation in your stomach build up, the feeling of cumming, it's building up slowly in your stomach.

"Ayato..." you whimper

"Yes?" Ayato says to you

"I'm... I'm gonna cum"

"Are you?" Ayato says as he moves up, pounding his fingers in and out of you faster, now using his other hand to rub your clit, "Cum for me." he whispers.

Then, as you hear him whisper you feel the feeling get to it's max, and thus the pressure in your stomach releases, you collapse as you moan loudly of pleasure, the pleasure Ayato brings to you.

"Good girl" he says to you as he pulls his fingers out and licks your juices off of them.

You lay there, all broken.

He unbuckles his belts and drops down his pants.

"Get up my dear, I have a surprise for you" you hear Ayato chuckle

You move yourself up and open your eyes wide when you see his pants are off, and more importantly, his big cock, it has a shiny tip of precum.

"Is it to your liking dear?" Ayato asks you, watching you look at his dick.

"Yes" you let out, moving towards him. You lick your hand and then you place your hands on his cock, rubbing it slightly as you look up to him.

His face expression changes, from lustful to relaxing, he moves his head up and then lets out a slight moan. You take his cock and move your head to it, giving the tip a slight suck. You can feel the shiver that goes through Ayato's body at this touch. You place your mouth around his cock and start sucking it, taking more of it, then less, giving the tip a really good suck. You hear him whimper at your motions and moan when you're at the tip.

"You're doing great my love" he tells you, "I- I love it."

You go a little harder and feel his cock throb in your mouth.

He must be getting close.

His breaths fasten, until he grabs the back of your head and pulls your head off his dick.

"You are a very good girl, but there's somewhere else I want to climax" he says, signalling to your pussy.

You nod, as you lie back, Ayato towering over you.

He grabs his dick, giving a nice jerk, before placing it at your entrance.

"You really want to?" he asks, "I want to be sure you're fine with this."

"I am..." you say "I am... my darling."

He truly seems to love you calling him that, because at that name he pushes his dick deep inside of you.

You let out a moan, suddenly being filled by his dick, as it slides in perfectly. You feel so good. And thus he starts to move, in and out, slowly.

He places his hand on your clit again, giving you back the sensation from before. He quickens his pace, you hear his breathing fasten. He reaches over you, lying on top of you, moving his entire body as he thrusts in and out of you. He place his head next to your ear, breathing heavily and letting out moans. You feel the feeling become more, he's getting you closer to climax again. Your breathing starts to irregulate, becoming heavier as he fucks you. The rubbing of his body on your clit is getting you closer and closer. He hears it from your breaths, he knows it from before.

You're gonna cum.

Again.

Ayato whispers in your ear "All ready for me were you, place your arms around me."

You do as he commands and place your arms around him.

He moves a bit faster, and deeper, overstimulating your clit.

You let out a moan, a small one.

You give a few more quick breaths as you feel your body relieve itself.

You climax, again.

You moan loudly as you cum, Ayato loves it.

He gets up, being on his knees at your end, he grabs your legs and puts them on his shoulders grabbing your hips after.

"Now it's my turn" he says

You can barely prepare yourself what comes next, you cannot prepare yourself for the heavy fucking that continues.

He goes fast, faster than you felt him before. He pounds into your pussy, deep and fast, you hear his breathing get heavier.

You look at him, moaning at his sudden change of behaviour.

Ayato grins at you, "You love it, don't you."

You let your head fall back on the bed, feeling him inside you. He pounds, faster and faster, until he also reaches his high.

He let's out a sigh of relieve as he cums, deep inside of you, he thrusts a couple more times putting the cum even deeper inside you, making sure it won't leak out.

It leaves you flushed, satisfied, loved.

He collapses on top of you, then after a bit, he moves himself off of you, taking his dick out, asking you nicely: "Would you like to clean it my love"

You comply and lick off the excess cum off his dick, it doesn't taste like much, except a tiny bit salty. But still, you love the taste.

As you finish cleaning yourself up, you fall down next to him on the bed, hugging him tight.

He kisses your forehead.

"I really do adore you y/n" he says to you

It makes you feel all warm.

"Would you like to live with me, my love?"

You press your face into his chest, you have had no home before, you just moved from nation to nation.

You nod

"Yes..."

"Yes, I would love to."

Ayato smiles. "I'm glad."

And so your relationship together starts, and you hope it will never end.

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[modern-day-bard]

Worth The Feeling

Content Warning: 18+

This story includes explicit smut, intimidation, and an age gap relationship (MC is 26, Pedro is in his 40s). Minors, do not interact.

Chapter 8

I suppose I should have known right away, when Javi walked up to me the next day in between scenes. I had been keeping myself busy, trying not to look his way too often. But when I did peak up and sneak glances, I never caught his eye like I had before. Except when we went on a break. Then we did meet each other's gaze, and something was very off. His face was more solemn than usual, even though by now I was used to the crease in the middle of his eyebrows. He looked almost afraid to speak with me. He approached me and gently placed his hand on my back. Not too high that it felt condescending, but not too low that anyone around us would suspect anything.

"I need to talk to you," he said in a low voice. Even though I knew somewhere in my brain that that specific tone of voice wasn't meant to be alluring, it still gave me butterflies. Those butterflies quickly turned into a twist of worry when I realized how serious his expression was.

And that's how we ended up here, back in the trailer with Jonah, looking down at a far away shot of Javi and I at dinner.

Thankfully, as Jonah had explained, no one inside the restaurant took any pictures. They couldn't see how close we were sitting together or how exactly we were looking at each other. There was, however, one far away shot through the bushes of us being seated together. Naturally, with his being the only famous face out of the two of us, the photo is only of Javi and his smile. They captured the back of my head, but that's it. I think only people who really knew me would recognize me from that angle.

"Are there any pictures from other locations?" Javi asks Jonah, just as serious as he was when he told me we needed to talk. I knew what he was getting at, even though Jonah seemed unaware that there had been any other locations on our night out.

"No, just this one. At least, that is all that we were threatened with."

"Threatened with?" I'd been quiet up until this point, but that scares me.

"It's known with the papers and tabloids that Javi likes to keep his romantic life eminently private. Typically, the photographers will send them to us first, demanding money. We decline, and then they sell the photos to the tabloids like they probably would anyway even if we did pay them." Jonah's voice is so level-headed and calm, as if he's had this same conversation one hundred times. And then a chill moves up my arms as I wonder if maybe he has. I just nod lightly.

"They do this with almost every woman I'm seen with. They even did it with my sister before they realized who she was." Javi explains, clearly noticing that it made me uncomfortable. "It's not always with someone I'm actually dating." He places a reassuring hand on my elbow for a moment, before dropping it far too soon. I nod again, and Javi turns his attention back to Jonah.

"You're sure that this was the only location they have?"

Jonah glances from me to Javi briefly. "As sure as I can be. If there was anything more...compromising, they probably would've used it as leverage. Tried to get more money from you."

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Javi's stiff shoulders relax slightly.

"So...what are you recommending?" I'm still not sure what this means. I mean, he could smile like that at anyone, couldn't he? It wasn't exactly incriminating.

"Well, that would be up to you two to discuss. Javi and I have always ignored pictures like this. In my professional opinion, it is best not to get involved with these people. If we decline as per usual, I would guess the photos will go live in under 48 hours. After that, it is up to you both if you want to make a statement, or simply ignore it."

At the mention of the timeline, my heart starts to race. Tabloids? My face? Under 48 hours? I didn't even check to see if I was allowed to date the talent. Could I lose my job over this? Dinner seems pretty harmless, and I feel like Lloyd and Dwayne would be too busy to even read a tabloid right now. But is that just wishful thinking? Was this entire situation wishful thinking?

"I will say..." Jonah begins, "and I apologize Ava, but we need to consider the age gap factor. Javi, it could reflect negatively on you if you are dating a production assistant from a current project, especially if she is younger than you. You could be seen as predatory."

"My career is not the one I'm concerned about, Jonah." Javi's voice is icier than I've heard it before. "Maybe we should pay them this time."

"What? No way. I'm not having you pay off these fuckers." Both of their necks snap my way. Maybe this wasn't a time for profanity, but I don't care. "And like Jonah said, they will probably just sell the photos anyway."

"I could have a contract drawn up where they wouldn't be able to resell." Jonah offers.

"No. Thank you, Jonah, but no. There are loopholes. If they agree not to resell those photos, they could turn around and sell other shots from the same night in a similar position. We have no way of knowing if this is the only one they have. It would be a waste of time and money." I'm surprised at how level my voice is.

"That's...a good point." Jonah muses.

"I don't want this to hurt Javi's career. I'll do whatever I have to to keep it from looking...inappropriate. I'm a grown adult. It was mutual. If they want to make a few hundred dollars from a dinner, then so be it."

Javi clears his throat. "No statement will be made. We'll ignore it like we usually do. Thank you Jonah, but I'll need the room to speak with Ava."

Jonah nods, heading for the door. "Thank you," I call after him. He nods on his way out.

"I'm so sorry, Javi. When we first talked and you asked my age, it never occurred to me that it could be damaging to your career. I haven't really thought about your age much, if I'm being honest." I feel like I'm rambling, but that's true. I knew he was older than me, but I still haven't googled him. I just knew that I was extremely attracted to him, and that he was kind to me and everyone else around him. I didn't care about his age nearly as much as I cared about those things.

"You're sorry? Ava, I put you in this position. I should have invited you to have dinner at my hotel, or..." he searches the air for a few moments, looking increasingly frustrated. "I don't know. But I fucked up. I wanted to know you more, and I acted impulsively. I was wrong."

I feel a tug in my chest, shaking my head rapidly. "You weren't wrong. I kissed you! Both times. I wanted this. I didn't think about your career. I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing," Javi takes a step toward me, "I don't want that." He placing one hand on my cheek, and the other on my shoulder. "If they had taken pictures of you outside your apartment–"

"But they didn't," I remind him. "These pictures aren't that bad."

"They could have been. Ava, what I did outside your apartment," his eyes flash to my lips and a shiver runs down my spine at the memory, "It could have destroyed your career. Your reputation. You've been in this business long enough to know how unkind the tabloids and the public are to women in that position. It wouldn't matter that I was even there, they could tear you and your future career apart."

His eyes are full of pain, and I have a sinking feeling in my stomach. He's right. I don't want to agree with him, but as strong as my feelings are, I can't deny that he's right. I think of my hands pinned behind me on the wall, how pleading my face must have been, how short my skirt was...it could have been a disaster. I think of my grad school homework waiting to be completed, and the office I always pictured myself in. Big windows with palm trees outside, making trips to movie sets just like Jonah had today. Hopefully for more positive reasons.

"You have to see where I'm coming from." Javi's voice is soft and gentle, his thumb stroking my cheek.

I do. I picture the office again and...Javi is in it. He is visiting me on my lunch break this time, kissing me against my desk, and I'm traveling to sets that he is working on. I shake my head, just a little, trying to picture the office as I have before. But I can't. I can't picture it anymore without Javi there in some way, even if it's just a picture on the desk. And I realize that none of this is fair. I should be able to date him, even just casually, without the worry of it jeopardizing my career. As scared as the possibility of being with someone again is, as scared I am of getting hurt, the idea of being without him scared me more. I take a deep breath and look into his big brown eyes.

"I do. I see where you're coming from. But Javi...I want to know you, too. My career is very important to me, but that's just not fair. A few nobodies with cameras get to threaten my future that easily? I don't want them to win. I want to get to know you and continue in my career. I deserve that."

Javi sighs, his eyes looking just as pained as they did before.

"You deserve so much more than that, Ava. I know what I'm asking you to give up, and it's too much. I feel responsible, and I'm so sorry," he strokes my cheek again, "but I can't do that to you."

My heart lurches, and I feel like my feet have cemented into the floor. It feels ridiculous. We've been on one date. But I haven't felt this way in so long, and possibly never before. And after only one date, one incredible date, I already have to give all this up?

"It's not fair," I croak. I didn't realize that my throat had been clouded with emotion. I make a mental note that if I need to cry, it has to be anywhere but this trailer. And definitely anywhere that isn't looking into this man's caring eyes. It's too much. It's all too much.

He moves both hands to my cheeks now, "It's not fair, baby. But at least until this project is over...we need to keep our distance. I won't jeopardize your career. I can't."

At least until this project is over? I know what that means. He's trying to let me down easy. For all I know, maybe Jonah took the pictures as insurance just in case Javi decided he wasn't feeling it with me anymore. I know it's silly and unlikely, but my mind is racing. And regardless, he's trying to end it.

"Well I don't want to end your career either," I cast my eyes on the floor, "But I can't just keep my distance. It's too hard. We should just stop."

Javi's hands fall from my face immediately. "Stop? I was thinking we could come up with an arrangement..."

"An arrangement? And endanger someone hacking your phone, seeing our calls, getting pictures of me going into your trailer all the time on set? There's always going to be something." I fold my arms in front of my chest.

"So, that's what you want?" Javi's voice is full of hopeful skepticism.

I can't look at him. "Yes."

He steps toward me again, still not touching me. But we are close enough to be sharing breath. "Look me in the eye and tell me."

"I don't want to see you anymore," I say to the floor. The first few tears prick in my eyes, dangerously close to spilling over.

"Look me," Javi gently lifts my chin with his thumb and forefinger, "in the eye." Even though his voice is a whisper, it's incredibly demanding.

I shake my head, looking into his heated gaze. I need to get out of here. The tears are about to fall, and I would like to keep some of my dignity intact today.

"I..." I inhale sharply, causing Javi's lips to part, looking increasingly concerned. "I'm sorry, Javi."

I break out of his grasp, forcing my feet to carry me out of the trailer. I move quickly enough that I get out of there before I can hear him call after me, if he even does. My footsteps feel heavier than they have in years. And as bright as the sunlight hits me when I'm outside, I feel like I walked out into the dark, and left all of my sunshine in the trailer behind me.

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drunk on you – cn21

when clement gets a little drunk on a night out, he feels a need to confess his feelings to his best friend’s little sister.

pairing: armstrong!reader x clement novalak

genre: fluff, mentions of suggestive but not much

warnings: alcohol mentions, nothing else

author's note: already missing my boys 💔 this is a lot of dialogue and not a lot else. hope u still like it though <3

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"little armstrong!"

you know the owner of the voice long before you see him. his voice always brought butterflies to your stomach. plus, no one else insisted on calling you that as often as he did.

you turn your head to look to your side, spotting clement standing right outside the door to the club. his hands are dug into his pockets as he watches you with an unreadable expression. "you truly are the most gorgeous thing in this entire city tonight. you know that, right?"

"i do know that. thank you."

"your dress is lovely, too." he takes a few steps closer to you. "though, it would look even better on the floor of my hotel room."

you roll your eyes, but you can't hold back the little grin growing on your lips. "that line is so overused, i can't believe you just said that."

"well, i might be just a little tipsy..."

"oh, really?" the irony is clear in your voice as you watch him stumble up to you, his lips showing off an intoxicated smile. "how much champagne have you had, hm?"

"just... a few glasses?" you can practically see the gears turning in his head as he thinks through his night, but he's far too drunk to remember. "enough to come out here and flirt with you, anyway."

"flirt with me, huh?" you chuckle and shove his shoulder. "and why would you do that?"

"because i'm head over heels for you, obviously."

you snort. "i'm definitely telling marcus about this. he's going to tease you for weeks."

your comment doesn't scare him – in fact, he looks even more amused than before. "tell your brother all you want. i love making him happy," he says, raising his eyebrows. "don't think you'll want to tell him about what we're gonna do back in my hotel room, though."

he takes one more step closer, and now he's practically towering over you. you lean back against the glass wall as if to create some distance, but it's helpless; he's just inches away, the heat practically radiating off his body. his warm breath on your face and his hand that lands on your hip leaves you completely flustered. "you're too drunk for this," you manage to get out, blinking up at him.

he shakes his head. "you're talking as if you don't want this."

"i don't."

"oh, please. you've wanted me since the first time you laid your eyes on me."

it's getting harder and harder to keep your cool, especially when his eyes are shamelessly checking you out, following every dip and curve of your body. you've never been this near him, at least not in a situation like this. have his eyes always been this beautiful? or is the alcohol in your body just making you see him in a new light?

he was right, of course; you had fallen for him quite soon after meeting him for the first time. how could you not when he was sweet, funny, and insanely handsome?

however, you couldn't just give in this easily. especially not when he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. "you have no idea what you're talking about."

he pauses for a moment. "so if i were to kiss you right now," his hand travels your thigh, his thumb absentmindedly drawing circles into your skin. "would you stop me?"

your eyes flutter closed at the sensation of his fingers along your skin. "i- i didn't say that."

"then what's stopping you from coming back to the hotel with me?"

you take a deep breath, wanting to keep your voice steady, but it's hard to focus when clement's hand keeps moving higher, eventually reaching the edge of your dress. "marcus would kill you if he saw me come out of your room."

"you can sneak back in the morning and pretend you’ve spent the whole night in your room, all innocent and sweet as you usually like to act."

when you pause again and open your eyes to look at him, he has leaned in closer. he takes notice of the way your breath hitches in your throat, the way your mouth hangs slightly open, the way your eyes are basically begging for him to close the distance between you. he cocks an eyebrow at you. "you really want this, don't you?"

"just shut up and kiss me."

clement is not one to disobey orders. his free hand grabs your jaw and you drape your arms around his shoulders as he presses his lips to yours. he tastes of the expensive champagne he's been drinking all night, and it's enough to pull you with him to an intoxicated state. drunk on champagne, drunk on each other.

when you stepped out for some fresh air just minutes before, you did not see this coming. never in a million years did you think you'd be making out with clement novalak, your brother's best friend, right outside a club – and yet, in the moment, it feels so right.

when he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours as he speaks. "let me take you back to my room."

"do you remember how i said 'marcus would kill you'?"

"do you remember how you said 'shut up and kiss me'?" there's a massive grin on his lips and you gasp, pinching his shoulder. he leans back slightly, letting out a hearty laugh. "besides, you know your dad would love to have me as his step son. i practically am already."

"you make a good argument, novalak."

he tilts his head and his hand on your thigh makes itself known again by massaging your skin, slowly inching even further up. "so? what's it going to be?"

you pause for a moment, taking a deep breath before reaching down to grab his hand. you then practically pull him with you down the street, towards your hotel.

"i'm setting an alarm for six in the morning, and i am sneaking out before anyone finds out," you say – as if your brother and his entire friend group aren't standing inside the club with their mouths hanging wide, having watched you through the glass walls for the past couple of minutes.

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[sarahrogersevans]

Hi, lovely! ❤️ I hope you feel better soon 😘

I have a request whenever you're feeling up to writing it 🥰

May I please have Sebastian Stan x Reader where they're best friend's and she's in love with him but he doesn't know and he always comes to her for dating advice and even though it hurts she still gives him advice because she wants him to be happy? And then maybe she gets a little bit too tipsy and confess to him that she loves him? And then just some super fluffy cuddling and kisses from Sebby cause he loves her too?

You’re The One- Sebastian Stan xreader fan fic

Summary: Sebastian and reader are best friends and he goes to them for relationship advice but reader loves them but helps him and one day gets tipsy and confesses their love for the actor

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of drinking and getting tipsy (not drunk), soft Sebastian, mentions of feeling nervous, a lot of fluff, a bit of swearing, let me know if I miss anything

————Y/N’s POV———

It was another day of getting home from work and having dinner with my best friend Sebastian Stan. I love our conversations though I still get shy around him at times whenever he’d try and hug me I’d get butterflies in my stomach. Sebastian came out of his room and said “oooh something smells good! What are you cooking there Y/N??” I turned around after stirring noodles and said “well hello to you too sir, umm I’m making ravioli with pesto want some?” Seb came over to smell the food and gave me that adorable smile and said “yes please if you don’t mind?” Seb loves food it doesn’t matter what it is he’ll eat it.

The food was ready after a half hour and I scooped up the pasta into two bowls for us and I handed Seb his and said “here you go careful it’s hot, I’m gonna go watch something while I eat.” Seb looked at me with that disappointed pout and said “would you mind eating with me? I don’t wanna eat alone.” I nodded and said “oh, yea of course. While we ate Sebastian kept looking at me every so often like he had something to say and at one point I put my spoon down and said “hey.. what’s up dude it seems like you wanna ask me something.” Sebastian sighed and said “alright yea I’m sorry to bother you but.. there’s this girl I really like and I wanna ask her out to have dinner after our filming tomorrow but I just .. I’m not very good at this dating stuff plus I’m a shy guy I just wanted to see what you thought, should I get her flowers and ask her that way?”

I love my best friend but it was more than that recently I realized I was in love with the actor and I want him to be happy but I felt jealous of the girl he liked which I feel guilty but every time we spend our days off together and hug each other I feel like there’s a connection there. I thought for a minute and I said “hey just be yourself Seb she’ll appreciate you asking in a way you feel is right, take her someplace nice and-“ before I could finish my sentence my sister called and I picked up and said “hey sis what’s up?” My sister asked me if I wanted to go out for drinks and I said “yea! For sure I’ll meet you at our favorite bar, ok sis love ya see you soon! Hey sorry Seb it’s my sister I should go but good luck remember she’ll love you.” Seb hugged me and said “hey doll thank you you’re awesome I’m sure the right guy will come around.” I felt sad when he said that because all I could think of then was him.

———-time skip——

————Y/N’s POV Continued———-

I met my sister and her friends at our favorite bar Rookie’s and she hugged me and said “hey Y/N!! Glad you made! ready to have a fun night?” I smiled and said “oh Definitley!” Three drinks in and I was getting a bit tipsy and I started dialing Seb’s number and he picked up and said “hey Y/N, you doing ok??” I said “Seb, I want you to be happy… it’s just.. I love you I don’t want anyone else, wanted to tell you bye.”

————Sebastian’s POV———

After Y/N hung up I thought about what she said and I never realized it before but what if I loved her and just didn’t see it, I would go to this woman for comfort and for advice and wanted to see her after I was away on movie work trips. I was zoning out but then I saw Y/N walk in and I watched as she laid down on the couch and she fell asleep after a few minutes. I smiled at her and put a blanket over her and kissed her forehead and went to bed letting her rest.

———time skip——

The next morning I got up and saw Y/N making coffee and went to hug her and smiled at her saying “morning love.” Y/N said “hey Sebastian morning, lastnight seemed like a blur.. did I uhh.. did I call you in my dreams? Or..” I wanted to laugh but I told myself to be serious and soft with her and said “ no you actually did call me while you were at the bar with your sister lastnight, you don’t remember?” Y/N’s face looked red and she said “oh god.. I got tipsy and I think I told you how I felt about you.. I want you to know that I meant that though I’m sorry I told you in that way, oh shit..”

————Y/N’s POV——-

Sebastian poured us both some coffee and then put the cups down on the table and said “come here doll it’s ok trust me.” I was hesitant that he was mad but he had that smile on his face and I walked closer to him and he wrapped his arms around me gently and kissed my forehead and looked at me saying “Y/N it’s ok I’m not mad I just was surprised but I thought about what you said to me, do you really love me Y/N?” I nodded with a shy smile and he lifted my chin up with his thumb and leaned in and he kissed me and it took me by surprise but I kissed him back and he leaned his forehead by mine and said “I love you too sweetheart.”

I then remembered the advice he asked about the other night and said “wait.. what about the girl you were wanting to go out with?? What happened with that?” Seb shook his head and said “I realized I loved you all along Y/N, you’re the one I wanna go to when I’m sad, you’re the one I wanna hug after I’ve been gone for weeks, and the one I wanna spend my time with, I love you and if you want to, we can try it together.” I leaned in to kiss him and said “I love you too Sebastian Stan.”

Here ya go darling 😊♥️ hope it’s close to what you were wanting hope you enjoy this one xx I loved writing this one 🥹😊

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[wonkyjaw]

Some TSC things I can’t stop thinking about that I haven’t seen mentioned yet:

Jean (and likely Riko) had no idea the Foxes knew as much as they did… and Jean already thought the Foxes were crazy for keeping Kevin and Neil.

Dealing with Neil over Christmas Break was a “salve for Jean’s sanity” despite how hard Neil made things for them by fighting back and despite having “a longer leash” than Kevin was ever afforded. Despite Zane’s reaction to Neil’s reappearance.

The fact that Kevin knew just from Jean's reaction to him mentioning Neil didn't sign the Raven contract that he and Riko had waterboarded Neil. Like… the implications of that????

Subpoint: Does Neil even realize that’s what happened or has he fully blocked it out??

I can’t tell if I’m just getting older or if Jeremy and Jean’s view of Wymack makes him that much more… compelling.

Jeremy’s POV during the Foxes v Trojans game. The way the Foxes picked Trojans back up so casually endearing them to Jeremy. Just that when they weren’t fighting for their lives, Foxes had time to spare energy on just being kind in a way no one had cared to see before but it’s important to Jeremy. Ugh.

Jeremy used the phrase “duty-bound” more than once to describe things he didn’t want to necessarily do. What the fuck is up with that?

Also, sir, why is your rich white ass hiding from cops. I would like the tea, please.

Renee’s rediscovered simple delights being “butterflies, fresh baked bread, the crunch of leaves on an autumn morning.” And then Jean taking that idea up and consistently listing his own simple delights as he discovered them (it might kill me yet).

“Her love was so tender it looked like grief” (I am going feral what the fuck)

Bee getting Jean to talk to her by pretending to know less than nothing about Exy and after Jean goes off about it she explains she did it because she was curious if he cared enough to explain it to her. That she wasn’t sure if they were at the court for comfort or contrition and the fact that she specifically used the word contrition…

Also the fact that she likely brought up with the goals look like because everyone seems to be under the impression that the goal has a net for some reason? I’ve read so much fanfic, the goal always gets described a hundred different ways, part of me feels like this was Nora’s way of saying “no you’re wrong!” And I laughed really hard when I read it.

Also also, I would kill to know what all Bee knows.

After the Raven game Jean made a list of every time Kevin and Neil got bullied by the Raven backliners and by the end had four full pages of scathing remarks about it. I’m not sure what to read into that, but it has not left my mind since I read it.

All of the background noise when Renee calls Jean and tells him not to watch the news. Glass breaking and yelling, a scene I’ve always wanted was Neil telling (or not) the rest of the Foxes about Riki’s death. So these little insights are so tantalizing. Wait, dear god, is it in the EC?

Jeremy’s conversation with his sister??? How a new scandal was overdue because he should end the way he started??? Neil didn’t give a shit about the Trojans and Jeremy refuses to think about it so now I’m desperate to know what the fuck that meant. Along with the comment about a fall banquet tearing his family apart????

The fact that every time Jean refers to Neil/Kevin/Andrew/Nicky’s room in Fox Tower it is always always just Neil’s room. It’s so funny to me.

Renee gave Jean her cross 😭

Wymack flew with Jean to California only to fly directly back to South Carolina. Jean referred to Wymack as unreal and I so fully agree.

Jeremy’s yo-yo.

The random “fan” calling Jean “Gene Moore” making me realize that there’s a large amount of people who would not know how to pronounce his name and how insufferable that’s going to end up being when he’s forced to handle the media and public more often.

Jean just casually grabbing Jeremy by the chin… more than once.

“You are not them.” Vs. “I won’t be like them. I won’t let you let me be.”

“I’m fine.” Vs. “Accidents happen in scrimmages.”

“Don’t I at least deserve the chance to not be a villain in your story?”

Jean breaking a glass when Cat mentions Laila was going to get him a sex toy. Jeremy making it to the kitchen in record time.

“You are Jean Moreau. Your place is here with me, with us. I’m your captain. You’re my partner.” Vs. “You’re Neil Josten. You’re starting striker for the Palmetto State Foxes. Your father is dead. You are safe.”

#it’s a longer list than I expected but I had to get it out #tsc spoilers #I have 290 something highlights in my copy of this book and it shows

[missmouse25]

Max f. Teaching his girlfriend how to drive please🖤

Hi Anon! I started working on this as soon as it came, and then i got a video call from my sister 😅 sorry about that, hope you enjoy!

Driving Instructor - Max Fewtrell

gender neutral first person pov // 496 words // mentions of crashing but nothing happens

--- “Ok, babe, just take a deep breath. Relax.”

“It’s easier said than done, Max.”

The car stood still on the side of the road, engine not even on yet. Max had reversed it out of the garage and then, with some convincing, gotten me into the driver’s seat.

My nerves were shot.

“All we’re going to do is drive slowly around the block,” he said with confidence. “There’s hardly going to be anyone else at this time of day so it’ll just be you and me.”

I ran my hands over the steering wheel.

“Just you and me…”

“Yeah, just us.” Max smiled, a little mischievously. “Now start the engine, love.”

“Ok, now you have to get the balance between the…”

His words were cut short as the car jerked forward and stalled.

“That’s ok, start it up again and we try another time.”

“Aren’t you frustrated with me?”

I had told him that this wouldn’t be good for our relationship but he hadn’t listened, like always. He’d gotten it into his head that there could be no better teacher than an ex-race car driver. He’d been doing it almost his whole life, right?

“I’ll only be a little frustrated if you crash,” Max teased, which didn’t make me feel better.

“I can’t crash if I can’t even get moving.”

“Babe.” He took my hand off the steering wheel and held it in his own. “Stop being so hard on yourself. We all have to start somewhere. Remember when I tried baking muffins for the first time?”

The memory made me smile. It was my turn to tease.

“I didn’t know it was possible to burn muffins.”

He feigned offence before smiling.

“Ok, no need to be mean about it. But you get the point.”

I nodded and started up the car again.

“Like I was saying, it’s about the balance between the clutch and the accelerator. Take it slow to start off.”

His calm voice washed over me and I did as he said. Lo and behold, at a snail’s pace, the car began to move forward.

“There we go!” Max exclaimed. “Ok, now gear up to second, like you just did.”

The smile was on my face before I could think about it. Just knowing that he was there to support me gave me butterflies.

After driving around the block three times but never exceeding 40, I parked us in the driveway. Relief flew through my veins.

Max leant back against the headrest and took in a deep breath.

“That stressful, huh?”

“No,” he laughed, turning his head to look at me. “That may just be the slowest I’ve ever driven in my life.”

“Better than DNF-ing,” I retorted.

He placed a hand over his heart jokingly, pretending to be hurt.

“I’m proud of you, babe. You did really well.”

Max gave me that lazy smile and my heart felt ready to burst with the love I had for him.

“I had a good instructor.”

#i have not proofread this so please forgive me #i was going to get an early night tonight... haha yeah #i know it's short but i still hope you enjoy it anon! thank you for the request #max fewtrell fanfic #max fewtrell x reader #Mouse Writes #ThatKindaVibe

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tw: generational trauma, mentions of sharp objects, mention of cancer and death (no specifics)

a/n: i promise i'll be writing more stuff, it's just that this year so far was a whole-ass circus, anyway, i want to write more so let's hope i deliver that. i appreciate you waiting for me if you have.

tags: @daisycheols @etherealyoungk @scarlet789 (if you wanna be tagged let me know)

"This is fucking useless," my mother spat through gritted teeth, as she threw the scissors away. "Give me the knife."

I slide the blade knife towards her, and myself back a couple inches away till I'm up against the wall, my tailbone aching as I sat on the hard floor. Cherry juice stains my fingertips, my eyes never leave her as clicks the blade open, and as I lick my fingers clean, I taste the sourness of her expression. So much fury in the way she's shredding the cardboard, the sound of the blade working through it like that of my grandfather's phelmy cough before lung cancer took him to greet death. Mother, with years of rage hiding in her every day actions, was making my little sister's school project, and I, not wanting to be victim to her blade, am staying well away, nibbling on my cherries.

Clock strikes midnight and as if on cue my thoughts rush in, a ritual known to womankind for ages: the act of overthinking till your mind bleeds and begs you to stop. Anxieties from every direction, some yours, some not, a whirlwind of silent screams about a timeline, the past, present and the future. It didn't matter if it was within your control or not, if it was yours to begin with or not. You're a woman therefore you must overthink, it's a built-in biorhythm that you can't escape.

Her hands quiet down and move less violently now that the project was slowly coming together, but the guilt inside me roars like those silent volcanoes that never erupt. I often wonder, what exactly was it that ignited such anger inside her and spread eggshells around the house, and if, by extension, our deliberate choices are a true reason to be angry. My mind always round it back to me, or more like us, and through her labored breathing, I'm still questioning if I was competing over air with her. But then again, I did not chose; she did.

Then again, if you uproot a human, strip away familiarity, dump her between four walls, with a bucket and a mop, and a swelling that breaks her back then cleaves her open over and over, wouldn't it be fair if there was anger?

I don't think anyone can expect what happens to them, no one is never prepared, yet they have to bear responsibility for it, the shocking consequences, the sudden upheaval, the dysrhythmia of being, the clocks that tick wrong, the foreign breaths into your skull, the change of face, of odor, of cloth, slipping into an abyss of different flavor. Misfortune you swallow every day that's dressed in summery silks with the lingering scent of hay. Happiness that tears your ribs far and wide and leaves them open for the wolves of misery to gnaw and gnaw and gnaw at the flesh of your heart like a door open in the dead of winter.

The red of cherries on my fingers makes me nauseous, it reminded me too much of my becoming womanhood. I still wonder as I throw the cherry seeds into the sink, if my mother every wanted to discard us like that, to reclaim her old self, and disrobe from this foreign being she'd become to herself. Maybe even nurture herself into something brighter. Maybe then she'll feel that she was enough. Maybe then she'll love us like she loved summer once.

It's two minutes past midnight, an anniversary has arrived, and for a moment I see a glint of tears at the corner of my mothers eyes, and I know that with one choice, one choice that was supposed to break her ribcage open for happiness, her wings got clipped instead, and the day that was supposed to be celebrated, was the day the butterfly died.

Three minutes into my eighteenth birthday, I realized I wanted to die too.

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