#central cee fluff

[write4cench]

chicken shop date.

had to make this into a imagine.

summary: you get the chance to interview central cee on your show titled "chicken shop date" but he's obviously into you. sorry to ameila dimoldenburg lmao.

pairings: central cee x reader

genre: fluff / slightly suggestive

word count: 2k (unedited)

a/n: imagine that ameila dimoldenburg doesn't exist for the whole sake of the plot. i stole most of her iconic replies though. thank you and GIVE ME REQUESTS. <3

finally. you've got a special guest on for today that's been a fan of your show for a long time and well.. you. although, you haven't had the pleasure of meeting one another in reality, but luckily he agreed to have a chicken shop date with you.

central cee.

you both sit down behind a table in a small yet cosy morleys, the camera crew sets up and prepares for the show whilst a small yet not too large crowd accumulates outside the shop at sight of you two.

you greet central cee and he beams back at you as you both get comfortable and prepare for the small interview/date. "it's nice to have you on the show." you thank him.

"it's calm, i've always wanted to be here." he responds, insisting that it really isn't truly that big of a deal.

you won't lie to yourself, you've always found central cee to be attractive ever since he happened to become a uk rap sensation. i mean who hasn't. you're excited and feel as if it's a blessing to sit before him.

"i actually watch this show too, i saw your interview with burna boy." he admits, referencing the last interview i held about a month ago.

my mouth agapes as i feel honoured to the fact that he actually took the chance to watch my show, "really?" you ask him out of disbelief and he nods proudly.

you'd admit, you'd thought it would be awkward to hold an interview with central cee considering the fact that he hasn't been too shy about the fact that you're considered his celebrity crush but surprisingly, he's very comforting to be around and is down-to-earth.

"i mean obviously you watch my interviews." you joke referencing to his interest in you and he laughs, not denying it at all.

the interview begins.

"what would you say your type is." you ask him and he pauses for a moment thinking to himself before he breaks into a smile. you notice this and furrow your brows confused.

"i like.. i like-" he starts.

"why're you smiling?" you question him confused, although it's an obvious inside joke with the two of you and everyone else that his type is clearly you.

"i don't really know my type, it changes innit it changes by the season." he denies the obvious making me roll my eyes, he sees this and it only makes him laugh.

"well it's winter." you tell him.

"i want my girl to be able to teach me something." he says, before he glares directly at you. you don't let it faze you and you continue to play along with your passive aggressive humour.

"i know a lot, i could teach you something." you joke and he shrugs raising his brows impressed.

"i guess your my type then." he mumbles, his eyes glancing away towards his box of chips and chicken wings.

"what's your favourite tattoo you have?" you question him before eating on one of your chips, central cee listens carefully to you.

"i'm just one big tattoo and the moment, i don't really, i don't know- it's all just blended into one." he rambles as he thinks to himself looking over his clothed arms and chest.

you find him adorable especially his way of speaking, "i like them." you compliment him and something behind his eyes reads pleased.

"thanks."

it's obvious that he's clearly into you, everything from the way that he looks at you, the way he listens carefully whenever you speak and the way that he sits.

you try your best to not make the episode seem like to serious of a date, but with him sitting in front of you, it seems completely impossible.

"i'm not sure how i feel about face tattoos." you mutter, hinting to the small tattoos that decorate his face, he slightly frowns.

"really?"

"would you get another one?" you ask him curiously and he hums thinking to himself.

"maybe not after you said that." he utters jokingly sadly and you both share a short moment of laughter.

"i was joking."

"how long does it take for you to fall in love?"

your question clearly doesn't fall onto interested ears, as a matter of a fact central cee obviously doesn't favour the word love at all.

"i don't know if i've fallen in love before." he admits with a smile to hide how suddenly deep the conversation has gotten.

"you've never fallen in love?" you ask him genuinely surprised.

"no, no- i guess so. i have a weird outlook on love." he responds before pausing looking at you. you ask him to continue on. "i just think it's a delusion innit."

you raise your brows at his response finding it different from your views, "like what, it isn't real?"

"i've been thinking about it a lot recently.. because yeah it's on my mind anyway." he starts finding an interest in the unopened water bottle that lies on the table between you.

"feel like you just have to be a bit deluded."

"that don't mean it isn't real." your response has him in lost of words and he glances about the place before shrugging in response. "i think when you fall in love you'll know." your words make you both share a gaze for a moment before he breaks it, thinking to himself.

"i mean, what if your girl fucks around and it makes your belly hurt, i dunno if that's a good conation on love." he confesses and he notices how it makes you smile.

"maybe that's just what love means to you."

"you've got long hair?" you question him.

"my hair is long." he replies his face looking slightly miserable.

"would you ever take it out of the sock it's always in." you joke and he laughs before he hums thinking of his next words.

"i dunno, i feel like i'm going through a bit of an identity crisis at the moment." he admits, and you hum in reply.

"i like long hair." you smile and he sees so before grinning.

"guess, i'll keep it then." he glances away again.

he's just like a little school boy who's gotten the chance to speak with his crush for the first time. it's cute.

"do i look like i'm hot, like my face is hot." you question him using your hands to fan your face and he shakes his head.

"you're fine." he starts glancing over at your face, "i like it though, it's like natural blush."

"stop flirting with me."

"it's cute." he mumbles gazing at you.

"i'm really bad at flirting." he sighs to himself rubbing his head deep in thought, you furrow your brows in disbelief.

"what do you mean you're bad at flirting?"

"yeah, i'm just shit at flirting, i can't flirt man."

"so what, you don't get with a lot of girls all the time?" he hurries to deny and shake his head, but you only listen to him curiously.

"you're telling me you don't go out with anyone?" you raise his brow and he watches you do so, hurrying to think of his next words.

"no, maybe i do go out sometimes, it's not like i'll go out of my way to do so." he tells you and you hum. "i've just lived a long life." he mumbles making you laugh at how deep it sounds.

"would you go out with me?" your questions sparks his attention and he chuckles to himself at how straight forward it is.

"i'll see."

"this is like a genuine date to me." he says as he opens up with bottle of chilled water, "like i'm genuinely here it's a dinner.. date."

you smile at him as you recall the times he's wanted to go on a date with your for ages, "you've wanted to go on a date with me for ages." you tell him and he smiles.

"i did want to go on a date with you, before my carrer flourished then i got overwhelmed not looking for love it was like a full circle."

"now you're on a date with me." you say proudly and he nods.

"finally." he glares at you and something about it catches you aback, he's really trying to full on flirt with you.

"are you single?" he raises his brow at your question.

"i mean yeah, obviously." he begins laying back into his seat, "i mean otherwise, i wouldn't be here."

"i'm single too." you imply reaffirming him but he doesn't say anything beside humming taking your word.

"what's the quickest way to get to your heart." you ask him, the phrase makes him irk and he frowns.

"don't try to get to my heart." he tells you and you listen to him. "i just think, i don't like girls that like me." he mumbles

"i hate you."

he laughs at your playfulness, "turns me on, i love it."

"guess i'll hate you from now on." you mutter lowly, but he still hears it.

"what's the most romantic thing you've ever done?" you ask him, but learning so much about him you already expect a specific response from him.

"i'm hopeless, i dunno i'm transitioning, this is all hard for me." he rants and you exhale deeply.

"too bad, it's all hard for you."

"it's easier said than done."

"you have a nice smile." you compliment him and he smiles looking at you.

"you're really pretty you know." he responds making you feel your cheeks slightly warm up.

"and you don't know how to flirt?" you frown but he shrugs once again. how can he not understand that he's literally a walking flirt.

"guess you'll teach me then." he glances at you in a suggestive way and you grin as you recall telling him you'll teach him something.

"it was nice talking to you, i'll c you later." you joke and he laughs getting your play on words.

"love and leave me."

"what do you mean love and leave me?"

"like i'll love you and leave you."

"what about love and love me?"

he closes his box gazing at you. "sounds good."

"what's that song you have with pinkpantheress called?" you question him and he shuffles in his seat before responding.

"obsessed with you."

"yeah i know, tell me the song's name." he mentally groans at the word obsessed and you feel the urge to roll your eyes again.

"i don't think i'm the obsessed type." he complains.

"i feel like secretly you are." you tell him implying his obvious celebrity crush on you and he smiles understanding you.

"maybe i am, but i dunno yet."

"i feel like you're the type to catch feelings and get obsessed." he listens to you nodding his head passively aggressively.

"maybe i'm a simp you know." he utters and you both share a gaze with one another before laughing.

"can i get your number, or something?" he asks you taking out his phone from his pocket and passing it towards you.

you blink at his phone for a moment before looking up at him, only to see him watching you expectantly.

you take it from him without a word before typing in your number and adding your contact name followed by a sweet emoji before passing it back to him with a smile.

he glances down at the name and laughs upon noticing the emoji you put before testing it out and calling the number.

your phone buzzes from inside of your pocket and you show it him making him grin with a nod, "i'll call you later yeah, pick up." he tells you and suddenly the tension within the room has changed into hinting something sexual.

"course, i'll pick up." you reply.

"alright."

#central cee #central cee x reader #central cee imagines #central cee smut #cench #centralceeedit #cenchxreader #central cee fluff #central cee x you #central cee imagine

[i-care-4u]

more central cee pls !

FACE TO FACE | CENTRAL CEE

PAIR: CENTRAL CEE X READER

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED | MASTERLIST

TAGGED: @playboykenz

A/N: to the two anons that asked for more central cee, i hope you enjoy this little fic i wrote!

FACE TO FACE SERIES: jack harlow | central cee

-

as the cameras were getting ready, oakley couldn’t help but to giggle about the fact that his girlfriend was going to interview him.

this was something you loved doing with oakley at home. coming from work, you and oakley would be having long nights together, answering and giggling about each other’s answers. this time, the public was going to watch this, and oakley felt comfortable sharing his answers to them.

you introduced yourself to everyone, “hello gq, i’m y/n l/n, and today i’ll be asking a set of questions to central cee.”

in front of you, there was a laptop, with oakley being in front of your screen. you start the call, “hi cench.”

oakley blushed, “hi y/n.”

“today we get to share to everyone what we do at home,” you show the cameras the set of cards filled with questions, “the couple’s quiz!”

-

☆ FIRST QUESTION - “HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF IN THREE WORDS?”

“three words,” oakley starts saying words that came in mind, “focused, candid….”

you nod, using this as a sign to keep going. “come on, one more, one more!”

oakley immediately went back to thinking mode. you lay your head down, trying not to burst into laughter. you raised your head afterwards, “you want me to help you out?”

“of course,” oakley said, with a charming smile at you.

“cee.”

“yes?”

with a straight face, you admit, “i think you’re very cute.”

“focused, candid, and cute it is.”

☆ SECOND QUESTION - “FIVE ESSENTIALS?”

for this question, the staff brought in the items, and oakley removes his chain in order to showcase it to everyone. “obviously, we have to go with this one first.”

you tried not to brag, but you let it slide since you’re his girlfriend, “picked by the best.”

oakley nods in agreement, “mhm.”

he then showcased the watch on his wrist, “another one picked by y/n, and it’s this watch.”

he then explains three other objects: headphones, crackers, and a book.

“i have two headphones - one i use for the gym and the other during my spare time,” oakley pulled a bag of crackers close to the camera, “these crackers were gifted by my mum in christmas, they’re so delicious.”

he smiled as he showed everyone a book. the book was very special to him, as it was another gift - this time it was from you to him. “this book is gifted by y/n, and i love to carry it on the road. i still remember those words, telling me it’s a reminder of love.”

“it’s like you’re carrying a piece of me, you know?”

☆ THIRD QUESTION - “WHAT’S THE MOST ROMANTIC THING YOU’VE EVER DONE?”

sarcastically, oakley answered, “i’m a hopeless romantic…”

you jokingly glared at him, “really?”

“i don’t know man, i’m transitioning, i’m changing. this is all hard for me like i’m trying to think-”

“boo hoo,” you mocked, “it was so hard for you. why don’t you just grow up?”

oakley admits, “it’s easier said than done.”

☆ FOURTH QUESTION - “WHAT’S YOUR SELF CARE ROUTINE?”

oakley repeated the question, “my self care routine?”

you looked down at the card, “yes.”

“my self care routine consists of sleeping, waking up to do my skin care, going to the studio,” oakley gets into detail, “people don’t tend add that, but music is a form of self care. it’s enjoyable and arguably, a form of therapy.”

“i can see where you’re coming from, and i agree,” you comment, “music is universal.”

☆ FIFTH QUESTION - “FAVORITE LYRIC?”

oakley shrugs, “god knows.”

“i don’t know that one.”

“do you swear on the shore?” oakley asked you.

“yeah,” you nod, “shit.”

he laughs, and you added, “crumbs.”

oakley continued laughing at your nonsense, “what?”

you lied, “i swear all the time, okay?”

oakley knew it wasn’t true at all, leaving it with a simple response. “okay,” he shook his head, “it’s not that attractive though is it?”

as a joke, you tried to impress your boyfriend, slamming your hands on the table. “okay, i don’t swear!”

☆ SIXTH QUESTION - “WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE RED CARPET LOOK FROM ME?”

oakley leaned on the chair. “ooh, this is a tough one. am i allowed to say my favorite runway look?”

“nope.”

“just red carpet.”

“yes.” you got close to the webcam, and the only thing that showed up on oakley’s screen was your eyes and forehead. “…say it!”

he picked his top five looks of yours, “as of right now, i would have to go with your mtv video music awards from 2022, the met gala look from 2022, and last year and this year’s grammys look.

“and you got to thank law roach for the styling.” you start giving him a round of applause.

☆ SEVENTH QUESTION - “WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE CELEBRITY ENCOUNTER?”

oakley recounts, “apologies y/n, but i got to tell the funny one.”

you blankly stare at him, “the one where we met drake?”

“yes,” oakley smirked. he starts telling the story behind it, “so we went to this festival, and drake decided to invite us to the after party. during the party, he was on his phone scrolling on instagram, and that’s when he showed me a picture of y/n. he was like, who is this, she’s so pretty? that’s when i answered him, saying that it was y/n, who was right there. she didn’t say anything, but rather laughed about the whole situation.”

you add, “he was definitely drunk there, and he was surprised by my appearance at the party afterwards.”

☆ EIGTH QUESTION - “WHAT’S SOMETHING ABOUT ME THAT PEOPLE DON’T KNOW?”

“i think people should pay attention to what i’m about to say,” oakley exposes your hobby, “but y/n loves gardening.”

you playfully rolled your eyes at him, believing that it’s not that big of deal as he makes. “why are you making it such a big deal? leave me and my plants out of this!”

“i find it very cute though,” oakley visualizes, “walking outside to see you watering your plants. i can name some from the top of my head.”

you crossed your arms, having a smug look. “oh really?” you scoffed.

“yeah.”

oakley starts listing names of your plants, causing you to be left with a speechless face that was soon filled with laughter.

reflecting at this question, you also found it cute that oakley remembered your not-so-secret hobby of gardening. the way he remembered the names of your plants indicated his love language.

☆ NINTH QUESTION - “WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU WERE ME FOR A DAY?”

“what would y/n do?” oakley asked himself as you listened.

as soon as he came up with the idea, he shared it in front of everyone, “if i were you for a day, i think i would head down to the studio and try to make music.”

“smart,” you recall, “i’ve always wanted to make music for a long time, but i think we’re good as a model for now.”

“new date idea,” oakley states, “make music with y/n.”

“that sounds lovely.”

☆ TENTH QUESTION - “WHAT ADVICE WOULD YOU GIVE TO EVERYONE RIGHT NOW?”

“this one’s a bit cliche but my thing is live yours,” oakley said, “that’s what’s inspiring innit.”

you agree to his piece of advice, “so basically express yourself?”

“correct.”

-

the tenth questioned marked the end of the interview and was left with one more scene to record.

the cameras starts recording oakley, “if you want to see me ask y/n these questions face to face, go to vogue.com.”

“thank you to gq for being involved in this conversation between central cee and i. thank you for watching!” you waved to the camera. the video cues to a white screen, placing the names of the people involved.

after the interview, oakley waited for you to exit the studio. when you saw him, you gave him a tight hug. “you were amazing!”

“thank you!” oakley smiled, “you know what sounds more amazing? bringing you to the studio right now.”

“you and your bad flirting skills,” you sarcastically rolled your eyes at him, “but a studio date sounds nice right now.”

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[purplepickles]

“Under The Covers”

Pairings: Central cee x black fem reader

Genre: fluff

Authors Note: it’s my first time writing on tumblr so bare with me I also haven’t haven’t written anything in like years I used to a Wattpad author in like 2017-2019😭 so imagine what I used to be writing. It’s not my best peice of work but it’s progress kinda messy icl in terms of storyline but it’s something anyways I hope everyone enjoys it 💗

You had just signed a contract with vogue for a new segment they were trying out for they’re YouTube channel called “Under the Covers”. It was in a podcast style in a bedroom setting hence the name and basically talking about the latest fashion trends tips or anything black girl related.

You were so grateful for this opportunity never in your life would you have imagine a little black girl from London was able to sign a massive deal with vogue. The topic of todays video was maintenance. How you maintain standards for yourself if that means relationship, mental or physical health. So instead of it being in their studio you wanted your video being a bit more homely so why not in your home. The producers had set everything up in your room making sure everything was ready for filming but this video was going to have a little extra twist. You were going to have your very first guest and they how they managed to maintain their life and overall humbleness with the fame he had gained over the years.

You kept your relationship on the down low on the respect of each other careers and not wanting to surround your relationship over it. You were actually calm with that but he wasn’t liking seeing people he fucked with in your dms with heart eyes.

Little did Yn know he was going to announce it in their video together.

“Okay I’m going to count down from 5 and we’ll start filming” said the producer

5

4

3

2

1

“Hi Vogue it’s me Yn/ln and welcome to our new segment called Under the covers where uncover beauty secrets fashion and every black girl related. But today’s video things are little different we’re in my actual bedroom and I have a special guest with us he’s one of my favourites rappers right now a current world wide sensation Central Cee”

“I didn’t know I was your favourite artist”

“Yes you did you’re also my most listened to artist on Spotify we’ve defo talked about this”

“Mhmmm”

You rolled your eyes and continued with the video

“Anyways let’s get straight into todays topic: maintenance. How to do maintain eye yourself to keep your life somewhat stable”

“I guess keeping my mum,my brothers, my fans and my girl happy innit. If they’re happy I’m happy” said central cee never straying away from eye contact from the love of his life

“And what you say is the hardest one to keep happy and why” Yn was very curious about this who knew where this could go

“My girl defo she’s says I’m annoying I think she hates me”

The way your head slowly snapped

“Did you not say at Amelia Dinner Date you like girls you hate you”

“Yh I did I turns me on but she’s just something Yk I’m just infatuated by her but maybe I’m a bit delusional when it comes to her yk idk if that’s a good thing or bad thing. Kinda new to this love thing and not messing up yk I don’t wanna get it wrong again I really like her”

That was probably the most beautiful thing he’s said in a while she didn’t know he felt like this she sometimes she can be a bit rude and her sarcasm can be taken the wrong way but she thought he knew between the lines that she didn’t hate him she lived more than anything.

“I think you should talk to her about your feeling more Yk. Don’t be shy on opening up more Yk. When you feel ready ask her what she thinks it’s possibly lacking” she smiled at him with reassurance hoping that he could through her eyes that’s it okay and she was listening

“Yh your right imma tell her right now!”

Yn chocked on her drink. He could not be serious. She should’ve known this boy was up to something

“As in right now!? I’m sure she’s busy” you said trying to get to him to change his mind

“Nah she’s not im calling her rn”

For someone who didn’t like interviews this but sure had a lot to say

Ring

Ring

Ring

Ring

Your phone was on the other side of the room Ringing none stop.

Everyone was looking at you. You knew the producers were loving this but you were not this was too much.

Ring

Ring

Ring

Ring

“Yn are you gonna pick up you phone”

you usually loved his smile but this was just devious.

“Do I have to” you were just dreading this

Everyone shouted yes. You rolled out bed and a grabbed the phone

“Hi baby”

“Hi cench, now can we get back to the video please”

“Yes Cench we can. You wanna cuddle too?”

//

The video was going well there was laughter within the whole room. You asked him the question that you were assigned to ask him everything was going great. You loved being under your lovers arms. Maybe letting people in wasn’t so bad.

“Thank you vogue for this absolutely-

A knock on the door you both looked at door and someone opened to little boy running in crying and jumping to Oakley’s arm. How many surprises could one video take you said to yourself in your head.

“What’s up little man” Oakley now went into full father mode his whole rapper persona was switched and all he cared about was understanding why his little boy was upset

“Had a bad dream” said the little one

“How about we say goodbye to vogue and make some hot chocolate” you said while trying to tickle him

“Right I think me and vogue has had enough surprises don’t forget to like subscribe and hit that notification and stay tuned for next weeks video about Motherhood and Careers with a icon mother and billionaire. Bye guys”

#central cee #central cee x reader #centralcee inagines #central cee x you #central cee x Yn

[zee-143]

Just random Bsf! Bang Chan thoughts :)

A/N: I tried something new💜🤭 and idk if I should continue this with other members 😭

Genre: Fluff☁️✨

Group: Stray Kids

Group member: Bang Chan

Warnings: Noneee

Chan is clingy

I think we all know this by now. He acts clingy around his members so why wouldn't he act the same way around you. His best friend.

Now obviously, at the beginning of your friendship, Chan wasn't as clingy

He was honestly just friendly and comforting towards you. Which you did find very refreshing. He always made your comfortability a 1# priority (such a sweet heart 🤭♥)

As the friendship progressed, you noticed how much Chan really enjoyed hugs. Or anything affectionately physical.

He'd place his head on your shoulder/ your head

Randomly holding your hand

Hugging you from behind was a common occurrence

When you asked about it he'd always say "You just feel really warm! "

It obviously flattered you that he wanted to be close to you 24/7, but when you needed space he didn't hesitate to give you that

It was especially cute when he hugged you and flashed the iconic " :] " smile

He loved when you asked HIM for assistance with anything.

He'd immediately jump at an opportunity to help his best friend

Whether it's a simple question or you need someone to vent to, he WILL always be there for you

You always return to favor (though he always tells you it's fine) by buying him food or maybe a hoodie. Something sweet

As your bestie, Chan will always find an opportunity to tease you

It's always light teasing though

He doesn't want to offend you, not at all!

But compliments are also a promise

Whether it be through text or in person or even through one of his group members he will find a way to compliment you Every. Single. Day

^Also listen to this song omfg. It's so good. If u wanna that is :] What I was listening to while writing this lol😭

#stray kids #skz #bang chan #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #skz thoughts #bang chan fluff #bang chan fanfic #skz fanfic #stray kids fanfic #Spotify

[gavi4me]

Jude’s birthday

Warnings - smut, Dom! Jude, sub reader, degradation, slight chocking, cursing. (Might be more but all I can think of rn )

Slight angst, fluff, & smut

“You’re being ridiculous!” Jude yelled from the stairs as you ran off to your room with tears in your eyes. You slammed the door shut, mascara surely making you look like a panda at that moment. You grabbed his gift you bought him and went over to your desk, grabbing scissors, promptly cutting the gifts fabric and spitting on them. It was Jude’s birthday. Everything had to go perfect. But he had to ruin it. You wanted to do something special. You decided to rent out a London club to host a party for him. Everyone would be there, including his closest friends.(no invitation for the parents bc you actually wanted to have fun) you wanted to make a good impression while still looking sexy. You wore a small sequence top with a couple different colors and a short skirt to match it, making your chest look delicious. Jude apparently didn’t like how skimpy the dress was tell you that you looked like a whore basically asking for men to approach you. You were mad that he called you a whore over a dress. He was the one with a bunch of sexy woman (or girls😔) at his feet. Shouldn’t you be the angry one?

(The dress is at the top)

That night instead of celebrating at the club and having fun, you were in your biggest hoodie that wasn’t Jude’s while watching the notebook, crying hard.

Jude on the other hand had gone to the party, not really caring if you were upset. He had drank a lot that night, dancing around, being the funny drunk Jude he was.

~

You finally built the courage to talk to Jude, possibly even apologize. You hadn’t realized he left the house though. You searched the entire premise, deciding to finally call him.

No answer

Where could he be?

~

“Happy birthday to Judy boy! Happy birthday day to you!”

Jude sat around a large, 8 tiered cake ordered by you, surrounded by his closest friends, brother, and a few other plus-ones but something in him didn’t feel right. He had this weird feeling in his stomach. Guilt maybe?

He had put his phone on silent for whatever reason and didn’t realize the many calls and messages left by you.

~

“Pick up, pick up, pick up!” You yelled at your phone, starting to feel enraged.

“Please leave your message for 20-“

“FUCK!” you yelled, throwing your phone as hard as you could on to the couch like an iPad kid does when they fall in tower of hell, starting to get angry again.

You finally decided to give up on calling him, assuming he was at a bar drinking.

You went on to instagram to procrastinate, but instead you saw on one of Jude’s close friends stories and photo of Jude holding a beer bottle, seemingly drunk at the club YOU rented. Everyone was there, except you. Now you were pissed, feeling all sorts of ways. Sad, angry, frustrated, the list can go on and on.

Jude gave no shits about you. He never cared if you were there. If you stopped texting, would he realize? Or did he not care that much.

~

Jude was on his uncountable glass of beer, unable to walk. Everyone was leaving as it was nearing 1 am.

“Fuck Jude. How will you get home? I’m taking a taxi.” One of Jude’s friends said. Jude wasn’t listening though. He was sitting on a barstool, ‘on the radar’ by Drake & central cee playing in the background, to wasted to understand words.

It was only Jude and 3 of his close friends. Everyone else had left or were hooking up in the bathroom.

“Just text his girl. We are all too intoxicated to drive.” One of his friends suggested.

Jude shook his head hard knowing you were still very much mad at him.

“Yeah let’s do that.” The other said not looking at Jude.

They took Jude’s phone, calling you.

~

You were in the shower crying to ‘someone you loved’ by Lewis capaldi. (Istg this song makes me cry so hard - especially the music video. Recommend)

“I let my guard down and then you pulled the rug. I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved” you sang/cried (either fits in).

When the song ended you stepped out of the shower, grabbing your towel, leaving a little trail of your wet footsteps to the bedroom.

-ring ring ring-

Someone was calling you.

*incoming call*

Jude Bellingham

What did he want? As if you wanted to know.

You went back in fourth on whether you should pick up or decline. In the end you picked up, truly wondering why he had the nerve of calling you.

“-hello?” You said

“Hey Jude’s like really drunk and we are all taking cabs. Can you come pick him up?”

“Can’t someone call him a cab?” You asked annoyed that they were calling you to help Jude, the man who didn’t seem to care about you.

“Well-no……”

You sighed in annoyance. You really hated Jude’s friends sometimes.

“I’ll be there in 15”

“Perfect. We’ll be gone by then but there is a bartender still watching him.”

You hung up without another word, rethinking what you had just agreed to.

~

You took a deep breathe before opening the door. How drunk was Jude? As Jude’s friends promised, jude was the only one in there except for a bartender who was wiping down some tables. He seemed to be starring into the abyss out on a stool.

“Jude” you said with an annoying tone.

“Y/n?” He said looking up. “What are you doing here” he said starting to smile almost forgetting everything that happened earlier. He came in for a hug but you grabbed his hand harshly and walked to your car.

“Someone’s in a bad mood.” He said as you made him sit in your car, buckling him up as well.

“Well I wouldn’t be mad if you hadn’t gone to the party I organized without me over a stupid skirt your jealous ass couldn’t handle other men to see me in.” You said slamming the door.

“Are you being serious right now?” He asked looking at you with red eyes and a strong alcohol stench in his breath. “That skirt was far too short. I can just imagine any guy eye fucking you.”

“Jude! I picked your drunk ass up from a club and you’re still mad about my skirt? I should be the one who’s angry right now if anything.” You started the car and drove off

“Look I’m really sorry bebé but I don’t like when what’s mine is shown to other people.”

You sat there silent, still trying to focus on the road rather than hear Jude’s lame drunk apology.

“Are you not going to respond?”

No response.

“Fine. I’ll take matters into my own hand.”

He slid his hand down to your knee, moving it up slowly and gently.

Your breathing became faster, trying to not let a moan escape your mouth as he started to cup you through your shorts.

“I might not be able to give you a proper apology while I’m drunk but I know some other ways can.” He said as a smirk formed on his lips.

“Jude, no matter what we do tonight, I’m still mad at you.” You half moaned, pulling into your apartments small parking lot.

When parked, you unbuckled your seatbelt to straddle Jude, promptly attacking his lips. This boy made you so fucking horny.

“Aww look whose running back to me now.” Jude said in between kisses. “You can’t love without my cock.”

“Let’s go inside.” He said before promptly picking you up bridal style, your arm around his neck for extra support while kissing his neck.

(Pretend the alcohol wore off)

When you entered the house he walked to the bedroom and placed you down gently before starting to unbutton his shirt.

“Strip.” He spoke after a second of unbuttoning his shirt.

“How bout no. I’ll strip when I want.” You said sitting up, getting ready to go to the bathroom but Jude came down on you at an instant. Hand around throat as the other was caging you down to the bed.

“I said strip, it wasn’t a question. You want to wear a skirt that shows your ass to everyone in sight and get all upset and angry when i say for you to change, but when I finally tell you to act like a slut you decide to not? I’m gonna go into that bathroom for 1 minute. If you are not stripped by the time I come out, you’ll get it.”. His hand left your throat and he left.

You tried catching your breath though it hadn’t been that tight of a squeeze, you had been holding your breath.

After a few seconds you realized Jude was gonna come out any time now and not wanting to see what “it” was, you started to strip.

You were still taking off your underwear when Jude came out and when he saw, he looked annoyed.

“Did you not hear what I said?” He asked coming over with a furious stomp, pushing you onto the bed again and trapping you. “I said to take your clothes off before I came out and look at you, still taking off your panties. I want you to learn a lesson tonight. That pussy is mine, no one else’s. Got it?”

All you could do was nod before you felt him turn you over.

“What a little whore. You want to show off your ass to every guy at the club but not me. What am I gonna do with you.”

You felt him pull your underwear down to your ankles before repositioning himself.

You felt a harsh smack land on your ass. A little whimper escaped.

“You’ve been so rude to me recently. I don’t think you deserve my cock.” Jude said spanking your ass again.

“I’m so-SORRY” you tried to speak but every time you tried to finish your sentence, Jude would give another spank.

“Finish” he murmured.

“I’m sorry JUDE. I-I promise to BEHAVE b-better.”

“Not good enough.” With that he picked you up almost effortlessly and made you sit on your knees on the floor of the bedroom.

He started to unbuckle his belt, pulling his boxers down after.

“Show me your sorry.”

You looked up at him with innocent eyes knowing that always got him a little less rough.

You took his tip into your mouth and started to like from the head down to the base. You went back up and again, licking the tip, still looking at Jude with big, innocent eyes.

After a few seconds of this, Jude got impatient so he out of no where thrusted into your mouth.

You started to gag at the feeling of Jude’s member touching the back of your throat. You took your mouth out and started to cough as you tried to catch your breathe. Not even a second later, Jude grabbed your hair and lifted you up.

“Who told you to stop? HUH?”

“N-n-no one.” You whispered not looking him in the eye anymore.

“Then why’d you’d stop? I thought you were sorry for what you did.”

You didn’t respond, head facing towards the dresser.

“Look what me when I talk.” He grabbed your jawline, forcefully moved your head to his direction.

“Why’d you stop? WHYD YOU STOP” he yelled.

“I-I’m sorry Jude. It won’t happen again.”

“Good girl. Now get back to it.” He dropped you and you almost immediately took him in. He held your hair into a ponytail, bobbing your head up and down.

“G-good gi-irl.” He said, holding your head where you he was deep down your throat.

You were gagging the whole time, which Jude always loved.

After a couple more rounds of this he pulled out of your mouth out and set you down on the bed again, this time on your back.

He started leaving hickeys from your jaw all the way down to your inner thighs, leaving a trail.

Jude got onto his knees at the end as he pulled your legs closer to the edge of the bed so he could get an easier entrance to you.

He kissed from your foot to your inner thigh before kissing your clit.

“Is this where you need me?” He asked as his thumb started to circle your clit, your back arching off the bed.

“Y-y-yes.” You yelled out, not wanting to wait another minute.

He started on your clit, sucking harshly then moving down and repeating on other places.

“J-j-ude I feel s-so g-good-“

You loved the feeling of his tongue going in and out of your hole, sucking up all the wetness he had caused.

A few more seconds of this and you were about to cum, feeling the tight sensation in your stomach again.

“J-JUDE I’m abou-“ Jude removed his tongue suddenly, making a move to spread your legs.

“W-why’d you stop?”

“Shut up..”

He took his dick into his hand, giving it a few strokes before moving it over your folds.

You whined at his teasing, wanting any form of friction to curse your throbbing pussy.

“Do you think you deserve my cock?”

You nodded desperately, kissing his neck knowing how much loves them.

“Words”

“Yes p- please.” You said while moving your arms around his neck to pull him down. Before you could kiss him he grabbed both arms and pinned them above your head.

“Don’t fucking touch me. Be patient. Don’t be an impatient brat on top of being a slut.” He said before suddenly slamming into you.

You gasped loudly at the feeling of him moving in and out almost instantly, not caring if had adjusted to his size or not.

“J-j-Jude” you moaned out quietly, not wanting to disrupt the neighbors as it was now nearing 3.

“Don’t hold back your moans. I want hear how good I make you feel.”

The only sounds heard throughout the room was the skin-to-skin noise of Jude’s abdomen bouncing off your ass, moaning, and heavy deep breathes.

“Keep doing that…G-god you’re so fucking tight.” He said speeding up, your breasts bouncing even more making Jude lick his lips before nibbling on one of the nipple and the other in between his fingers, toying and squeezing it.

“I-im gonna c-cum…” you announced, feeling the tightness in your stomach build up.

“Whose pussy is that?” Jude asked slowing down, almost at a complete stop.

“Y-yours..”

“Whose?”

“JUDE BELLINGHAMS” You yelled out, just wanting to cum.

Jude suddenly pulled out fully, turning you over so you were on fours. Not wasting another second, he entered, regaining the previous speed if not faster.

“Good girl….”

Your arms gave out so you rested your head on the bed as he kept pounding into you mercilessly.

A string of moans left your mouth as you reached your high. You loved when Jude got all angry and best of all his drunk sex, though it sounds bad, you loved when the sex had a little or sometimes big kick to it.

After around half a minute of Jude continuously pounding into you without a break, you started to feel overstimulated.

“Jude it’s t-too m-much..” you murmured, afraid he’ll get angry again. “P-please p-p-pull ou-t”

“I’m not stopping until I cum baby girl” Jude said slowing down a bit, loving when you begged him for something.

You whined at his response, just wanting for him to finish.

A couple seconds later he finished and pulled out fully. You laid against the bed in child pose as Jude went in the bathroom to start a shower.

He came a minute later and picked you up, walking towards the shower.

You were half asleep, legs had given out by that point so Jude was just carrying you while under the stream. He set you on the shower bench and started to wash your hair, careful to not disturb you.

After the shower he dried you both down, grabbing some clothes from the big closet to help you change.

Once everything was ticked off, he laid down next to you in the bed to cuddle.

“Mmmm Jude….” You muffled under your breath.

“I’m here baby girl.” He said kissing your forehead. “You did so good….”

A/n

This felt so weird to write tbh as I usually only write pedri and gavi smuts. I guess that changed today. Had a little inspiration from these smuts : black satin & after hours You should go follow them if you don’t already because they have some great work. Anyways, I’m quite new to tumblr so just bare with me if I’m quite slow at doing stuff 😅

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Elevator Mishap || Central Cee

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : CentralCee x Female reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 : You find yourself trapped in an elevator with a mysterious stranger who turns out to be the famous rapper Central Cee in disguise. [FLUFF/ LIGHT TENSION]

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵  

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: HIIIII GUYS omg so much stuff has happened personally in my life but I am back and better!! Central Cee is so fine and I just always wanted to write something with him lol. Its been a while since I have wrote something, so bare with me c': I have no requests, so feel free to send some in! 

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"I find it hard to believe I'm actually here," you murmur under your breath, a mix of disbelief and disinterest coloring your tone as you wait for the elevator to reach your floor. While most girls would gush with excitement at the prospect of attending a Central Cee concert in the UK alongside their best friends, Stacey and Rosalina, you find yourself unable to share in their fervor. The trio, inseparable since middle school, practically dragged you along when they scored free tickets to the concert, complete with all expenses paid. Despite their infectious enthusiasm for Central Cee, you couldn't summon the same level of excitement, feeling rather indifferent towards his music. Meanwhile, your best friends are back in the hotel room, immersed in making TikToks while belting out Central Cee's tunes. You made an excuse about needing to run down to the convenience store on the ground floor to grab a snack, eager to escape the impending festivities. As the elevator doors finally slide open, you step inside, your mind already elsewhere, contemplating the potentially underwhelming night ahead, especially given your lack of interest in the artist.

Absentmindedly humming to yourself, you press the button for the ground floor before casually leaning against the elevator wall. A brief moment of panic strikes as you pat your pockets, realizing your phone must have been left behind in the hotel room. Before you can fully process this inconvenience, the elevator lurches upward, and a figure clad entirely in black, sporting a ski mask, shades, and a hat, enters. You brush off the peculiar attire, attributing it to the chilly weather outside, but a faint sense of unease begins to gnaw at you as the elevator door closes.

The person does not press any buttons, signaling they were also going to the bottom floor like you were. You tried not to stare at the person beside you, but the clothes they were wearing screamed wealth. You look at their shoes as the elevator begins to go down. Suddenly, the elevator comes to a stop with a shake. You widen your eyes as anxiety kicks in, confused on what is going on. You look over at the stranger, not being able to see their expression before walking over and pressing the first-floor button again. This time, the elevator doesn't seem to budge nor is it telling you what floor you two are currently on.

“There's no way,” noticing the elevator may be stuck, your heart sinks down. The stranger walks closer to you, giving them a try themselves to press the buttons. You step back to give them room. Noticing the buttons will not budge for them either, you sigh and press the red button that signals a representative. A few minutes pass before someone speaks, “Hello? Is everything alright?,” the statically voice states.

“Yeah, ummm I think the elevator is stuck. We also can’t see what floor we are on,” you respond.

“Okay, please remain calm we are sen-,” the voice cuts off.

“Hello?,” you question, “HELLLOOOOOO?,” spamming the button again.

“Lady we can't hear YOUUU!,” You state pressing the button.

“You should stop before you break it.” The voice of the person speaks with a deep British accent, you now know they are a male. You turn to look at him, continuing to press the button a few more times before stopping. You sigh, sitting down on the floor.

“Just great,” you mumble while lowering your head in defeat. You are not someone with claustrophobia, plus the elevator was a decent size so it's not as if you were scared you were trapped. Only annoyed. While your head is low, you hear clothes shuffling causing you to look back up. The man begins to take off his coat and hat, probably also realizing we are not going to be getting out anytime soon. You shift your legs so you are now sitting criss-cross on the floor, your back against the wall as you look up at the elevator's ceiling.

“Don't worry, I bet they will come soon,” the man speaks once again with a reassuring voice. You keep your head up, “I know, it just sucks. This is my first time in the UK and I'm spending my first night trapped in an elevator with a stranger, no offense.” You hear a chuckle, ”None taken. What are you in the UK for if you don't mind me asking?” You can tell he just wanted small talk, and you didn't mind. I mean after all, you are stuck here for who knows how long.

 “My Best friends and I are here for the Central Cee concert,” you respond, continuing to study the French painting that is plastered on the ceiling of the elevator.

“Are you excited to go?,” he questions, resulting in you shrugging,” I don't care too much about him. Nothing against him, but you know, not really my taste.”

Silence settles between you for a moment, punctuated only by the occasional crackle of the intercom and the faint hum of the elevator's mechanisms.

"So, what brings you to the concert if you're not a fan?" he asks, curiosity evident in his voice.

You offer a half-smile, considering your response. "Honestly, I'm just here for my friends. Stacey and Rosalina are huge fans, and they practically begged me to come along. Figured it would be a fun night out, even if the music isn't really my thing."

He nods in understanding, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. "Ah, the sacrifices we make for friendship," he muses, a hint of amusement coloring his tone. “Maybe after the concert you will be my fan.”

His unexpected comment catches you off guard, and you find yourself momentarily taken aback. With a furrowed brow, you glance down, your eyes widening and eyebrows raising in confusion. And there he stands, Central Cee himself, his presence suddenly filling the confined space of the elevator. His pearly white teeth glint in the dim light, a charming smile gracing his lips.

If your best friends were in your position, they probably would have passed out by now. But you? You simply let out a small laugh, shaking your head slightly. “Mmmmm I don't think so. Your music just isn't my type,” you reply, your tone casual yet resolute. You glance back up at the ceiling, your interest clearly elsewhere.

Central Cee seems momentarily taken aback by your nonchalant response. He had perhaps expected screams of excitement or frenzied fangirling – or perhaps even both. But your composed demeanor only serves to intrigue him further. He closes his lips, the smile still lingering on his face, his gaze lingering on you with newfound curiosity.

"Really now?" he questions, a playful glint in his eyes. "What exactly is your type, hmm?"

“Not you, so it doesn't matter,” you respond with a casual flick of your gaze, focusing on your nail as if it holds the answers to the universe. Impatience begins to creep into your movements, prompting you to rise from your seat and stride over to the control panel, where you futilely press the buttons at random.

"Well, I would like to know," he persists, closing the distance between you with a deliberate step.

"It doesn't matter," you retort, your tone edged with determination.

"Yes, it does," he insists.

"No, it doesn't," you counter.

"Yes, it does."

"No, it do—" You cut yourself off mid-sentence, the absurdity of the situation dawning on you. "Wait, why am I even going back and forth with you?" The question is more to yourself, but Central Cee decides to respond.

"Because you do like me."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do."

"No, I—" You catch yourself falling into the same cycle, causing him to chuckle.

"You know, you're cute when you get mad," he remarks, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His words elicit a soft blush from you, prompting you to turn away and face the wall. "Leave me alone," you mumble.

"Awww, I'm sorry, love. Let me make it up to you," he responds cheekily.

"Make it up to me by getting this damn elevator to work," you grumble under your breath.

"If you can admit that I am your favorite artist, then I will make that happen," he confesses, catching you off guard.

You raise an eyebrow, turning to face him. "How?"

He tilts his head to the side, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Say it, and I will make it happen."

You exhale heavily, skepticism evident in your expression. "Why does it matter to you so much?" you question.

He shrugs, smiling. "Simply because."

You glare at him, his grin only widening in response. You decide to humor him, considering his celebrity status and the possibility of connections. "Fine. You are my favorite artist."

He raises his eyebrows, amused by your half-hearted admission. "I don't think that was sincere enough for me."

You let out another small breath.  Stepping closer to him, you meet his gaze head-on. "Oakley, you are my favorite artist. I love your music so much; you are so talented."

His demeanor softens, his eyes meeting yours with sincerity. Something about saying his real name seems to have an effect on him. Whether it's your beauty or simply the use of his name, it stirs something within him, making him feel... nice.

You find yourself studying his features, admiring the way his light tan skin complements the arch of his eyebrows and the depth of his chocolate eyes. His small smile draws your attention, and you instinctively take a step back, coughing lightly to dispel the tension.

"Uhm... okay, I said it. Now, do your magic."

"You're right," he responds, retrieving his phone from his pocket.

"YOU HAD A PHONE THIS ENTIRE TIME??" you exclaim, incredulous.

"Yes," he simply responds, unlocking his phone.

You sigh. "Why didn't you say something?"

He shrugs nonchalantly. "Who wouldn't want to be trapped in an elevator with a beautiful girl like you?"

You open your mouth to reply, but the fluttering sensation in your stomach leaves you speechless. Despite your indifference towards his music, you can't deny his charm.

For a few moments, you find yourself lost in thought, your gaze dropping to your shoes. His voice interrupts your reverie, causing you to lift your head.

"Damn. I don't have any service," he says, raising his arm in a futile attempt to get a signal.

You watch as Central Cee furrows his brow in frustration, tapping futilely at his phone screen in a desperate attempt to find a signal. Despite the annoyance of being stuck in an elevator, you can't help but feel a strange sense of camaraderie with him, a shared bond forged in the confines of this metal box.

As the seconds tick by, the silence between you grows heavier, the tension palpable in the air. You glance at Central Cee, taking in the way the dim light of the elevator accentuates the contours of his face, casting shadows that dance across his features. Despite your best efforts to ignore it, you can't deny the flutter of excitement that flits through your stomach at the sight of him.

"Anything yet?" you ask, breaking the silence with a voice that comes out softer than intended.

Central Cee shakes his head, his expression a mixture of frustration and resignation. "Nothing. It's like this elevator is in its own little world, cut off from the rest of the universe."

Central Cee chuckles softly, the sound echoing in the confined space. "and here I thought being a famous rapper would exempt me from getting stuck in elevators," he remarks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You smile, appreciating his attempt to inject a bit of humor into the situation. "Guess even celebrities aren't immune to elevator mishaps," you reply, your lips quivering in a half-smile.

He returns the smile, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. "At least I'm stuck in here with someone interesting," he says, his tone laced with sincerity.

A blush rises to your cheeks at his compliment, and you quickly avert your gaze, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his scrutiny. "Thanks," you mumble, "I guess you aren't so bad yourself.."

Central Cee's smile widens at your response, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, I'll take that as a compliment," he says, his tone teasing yet genuine.

You chuckle softly, feeling a sense of ease settle over you as the tension between you dissipates. "Consider it one," you reply, meeting his gaze with a shy smile.

As the moments pass, you find yourself drawn into conversation with Central Cee, the topics ranging from trivial matters to deeper discussions about life, dreams, and everything in between. Despite the unusual circumstances that brought you together, you can't help but feel a sense of connection with him, a feeling of understanding that goes beyond mere words.

Eventually, after what feels like an eternity but is likely only a few hours, the elevator lurches back to life with a groan of protest, the sudden movement catching you off guard. Central Cee reaches out a hand to steady you, his touch warm and reassuring against your skin.

"We're moving again," he says, a note of relief in his voice.

You nod, a sense of anticipation building within you as the elevator ascends towards the surface. “Finally,” you say, though a pang of reluctance tugs at your heart. Deep down, you wish the elevator would stay broken, prolonging the fleeting moments you've shared with him. In the brief interlude of confinement, you've come to appreciate not just Central Cee, but the person behind the persona, Oakley. As the elevator hums back to life, you resign yourself to the inevitable parting that awaits you both, returning to the separate paths your lives had veered from.

Central Cee begins to adjust his attire, meticulously covering his features with the ski mask and glasses, returning to his "disguise". “Don't worry," you assure him, offering a small smile, "I won't breathe a word of this to anyone. It'll be our little secret.” Before he can respond, the elevator doors glide open, ushering in a flood of light and fresh air. Eager to break free from the confines of the elevator, you step out quickly, wary of being trapped again.

“Hey,” Central Cee calls out to you, his voice laced with a hint of concern, “I’ll see you tomorrow,yeah?” A flicker of something indefinable passes between you, a silent understanding that transcends words. Though you yearn for a deeper connection, you suppress the urge, unsure of what you truly desire. With a small smile, you nod in acknowledgement, “Yeah.”

As you both walk away, your steps leading you in opposite directions, you can't help but feel a sense of resonance, a shared moment that binds you together in thought. Despite the divergence of your paths and the separation of your lives, in that fleeting instant, your minds are aligned, fixated on each other, entwined in a momentary bond that defies explanation.

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writer | editor | obsessive media consumer

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about me ✧

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i’ve been writing fanfiction for 5 years

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me and chris are literally the same person ᰔᩚ

MASTERLIST

• chris ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

FUTURA FREE - (smut)

summary: Chris is obsessed with putting a baby in you

• matt ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

PINK MATTER - (smut)

summary: Matt's still not given up the electric guitar years after high school; you love it more than you should

CRACK ROCK - (smut)

summary: Matt likes to take whatever pent up anger he has out on you; it’s all you ever want

• central cee ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

PITY PARTY - (fluff)

summary: When a celebratory dinner takes a wrong turn, Michaela makes sure Oakley gets all he deserves

[hoezhatelola]

IMA DOLL, BUT I STILL WANNA PARTY !!

WELCOME !!

RULES & NOTES i write about anything that i’m familiar with, but now i am currently working on mha, amp, marvel, and central cee fanfics, one shots, blurbs, etc. i do not write for any characters under the age of 16. do not copy or steal any of my work. my work is directed towards fem readers, and i write both fluff and smut hehe.

ABOUT ME my name is lola, 17, she/her, nyc born & raised. i like to write for fun in my spare time, passionate abt music n hygiene cuz these hoes need to clean themselves.

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♡︎ ✰ pop smoke,

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Welcome to my Blog!♡

Facts about me :

Name : Megi

Age : 19 yrs old.

Nationality : Japanese // Greek

MBTI Type : INTP-T

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Football Clubs (+favorite players) :

PSG (Paris Saint-German) :

Neymar Jr. (10, Forward)

Kylian Mbappé (7, Forward)

Lionel Messi (30, Forward)

Sergio Ramos (4, Defender)

Achraf Hakimi (2, Defender)

Marquinhos (5, Defender)

Vitinha (17, Midfielder)

F.C Barcelona :

Gavi (6, Midfielder)

Pedri (8, Midfielder)

Raphinha (22, Forward)

Lewandowski (9, Forward)

Chelsea F.C :

João Félix (11, Forward)

Mason Mount (19, Midfielder)

and more.

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Masterlist :

João Félix :

A comforting walk (Fluff)

- in which You and João go for a little walk to clear your mind.

Comforting Words (Angst (?) + Fluff)

- in which You comfort João after Chelsea lost a match.

Late Night Snuggles (Fluff)

- in which You can't fall asleep but Joao is there to help you.

Plushie (Fluff)

- in which Joao wins the plushie you wanted.

TikTok Trend (Fluff + Flirty (?) )

- in which you try a TikTok Trend on João but he wasn't ready for the plot twist.

Edits (Fluff)

- in which João catches you watching edits of him.

Pablo Gavi :

No Cuddles? (Fluff)

- in which Gavi has been ignoring You and not giving you any cuddles.

Number 30 looks better on you (Fluff)

- in which You wear another player's jersey to make Gavi jealous.

Spanish Teaching (Fluff)

- in which Gavi teaches You some Spanish words.

Pedri González :

Hirai Momo x Pedri Gonzalez (Instagram AU)

- in which Pedri and Momo like and comment on each other posts and are seen together, are they together?

Kylian Mbappé :

A Rainy Day (Fluff)

- in which the weather in Paris is Rainy with Thunder, Kylian is there to protect you.

Attitude (Angst + Fluff)

- in which Kylian comes home after training grumpy and angry which leads into an argument.

Frustration (Fluff)

- in which Kylian is frustrated during the match and your the only one that can make him feel better.

Foot Massage (Fluff)

- in which Kylian gives you a foot message but he finds out you're ticklish.

Dating Headcanons

- what it's like dating Kylian Mbappé.

Acrylic Nails

- in which You get acrylic nails and give Kylian a massage.

Neymar Jr. :

Pregnant (Fluff)

- how would Neymar react to You being pregnant + little imagine.

Lionel Messi :

First Meeting (Fluff)

- in which Lionel Messi meets your parents for the first time, do they like him?

Erling Haaland :

Love in the Field (Fluff)

- in which Erling dedicates his goal to you.

Phil Foden :

You belong to me (Fluff)

- in which a guy flirts with you and Phil is there to show the guy who you belong to.

Virgil Van Dijk :

Lovely Night (Fluff)

- in which Virgil proposes to you during your birthday.

Mason Mount :

Break up (Angst)

- in which Mason thinks things aren't working out so he decides to break up with you.. will you get back together?

Break up (Angst + Pt.2)

- in which Mason regrets breaking up with you and asks for a second chance.

Sergio Ramos :

Protective (Fluff)

- in which Sergio doesn't like the way someone looks at you and he's there to protect you.

Dating Headcanons

- what it's like dating Sergio Ramos.

feel free to request any player of your choice!

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Have a great day/night!♡

- Megi.

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[write4cench]

kisses and braids.

summary: you braid central cee’s hair, but he seems to be a bit too distracted.

pairs: girlfriendreader x boyfriendcee

genre: fluff + making out?

word count: 1.2k

a/n: idk about u but something about braiding a mans hair just does it for me. 😩

“oakley, if you don’t stop moving i swear your braids won’t turn out right.” you complained as he leaned over to pick up something that he managed to drop on the floor, a smile only grew on his lips amused at your annoyance.

central cee and you were seated in the bedroom of your apartment as he found himself comfortable upon the floor, rested on a pillow within your legs whilst you were seated upon your bed.

it was a random time within the evening when the idea of braids came across his mind and of course he turned to you, pleading for you to braid his hair.

and now here you were, braiding his hair into cornrows and having been doing so for the past hour or so, only getting to about half of his head.

one thing about central cee is that he had a lot of hair, but for some reason despite your advice, he always decided to keep it underneath something.

“shit, does it have to be this tight?” he asks you as his tattooed hand comes to rest upon his newly braided hair, you giggled at his silliness.

“baby i’m sorry, but if you want them to look good for longer they can’t be loose.” you insist to him and he sighs, staring off towards the television in your room.

“i just wanna look good for my show this saturday.” he mumbles as he opens a packet of whatever it is that he decides to eat, eyes glued onto the screen.

you pick out a comb and part his head, pulling apart his hair as you do so. “you always look good, “ you start causing an adorable smile to grow on his lips, “why don’t you just keep your hair out once in a while?” you ask him.

he shrugs his shoulders, “i guess it’s too much work innit, at least now there’ll be something done to it.” he insists, implying towards the braids you do.

you pull off of his head and lean back checking out your job so far, unable to see the front you sigh. “can you like turn this way?” you ask him.

you tilt your head towards him to get a better view of the job you’ve done so far. the two of you make eye contact with one one another and a smile grows upon his lips.

“what’s funny?” you ask him confused, comb in other hand. he smiles brightly and adorably, “nah nothing, you just look cute when you’re focused.”

you roll your eyes upon hearing his words and it only makes him laugh, “shut up.” you mumble. “it’s real cute.” he continues.

the room fell quiet and you turned your focus back onto braiding as neat as you possibly could do so, you were on the final braid luckily so it wasn’t a hard job.

cench was too busy eating upon on the crisps within his hands as he found himself interested in whatever it was that he was watching, one thing about the two of you is although you might not talk a lot with each other, something about the quiet company is comforting.

his hand came to playfully hit against your leg in a rhythmic form, the sudden feeling wasn’t annoying but comforting knowing the way he would be playful with you.

“why are you hitting my leg now?” you ask him, slightly moving after each hit of his hand, he doesn’t stop instead continuing on not uttering an explanation causing you to let out a stressed sigh. "alright i guess you want to be annoying." you mutter, loud enough for him to hear.

your hands focus on finish the braid, your hands interwinding his hair between one another as you approach the end, trying to finish it as fast as you possibly can, and when you do you sit back and glance at the finished product.

cench remains seated for a moment, filling his mouth, when he doesn't feel your hands on his hair he turns around to look towards you, eyes wide and hopeful, you beam.

"are we done?" he blinks and you nod your head, he exhales tired yet excitedly whilst you lean over, wrapping your arms around his shoulders pulling him into a hug from behind, he eases into your embrace.

"i'm tired." you yawn as you rest your hands for a short moment, "get some rest." you insists and you refuse, shaking you head.

as soon as you lean back he gets up from the floor, stretching for a short moment and you watch him do so. you take the chance to get up from the bed as well, standing beside him.

"wanna see how it looks?" you manage to say through a yawn, he only looks towards you with thankful eyes, pulling you into his arms.

you almost squeal at the sudden affection, his arms rest against your lower back as he holds you close, his eyes studying yours noticing how you pretend to wish to pull away from him.

"i asked you if you wanted to see your hair, not if you wanted to kiss me." you tell him and he tiredly laughs, arms still holding around onto you. "i don't care, why can't i be close with my girl?"

his head comes to teasingly rest against your shoulder and you giggle as you find a comfort in wrapping your arms over his own, you feel him pecker a few lips onto your skin and since your ticklish a few laughs manage escape through your lips.

"stop." you manage to say through your laughter a hand gently holding onto your head, but he only continues holding you close, you feel his lips form a grin against the skin of your neck.

as soon as he pulls apart you meet eye contact once again, you don't utter a word instead your smile lingers upon your lips and one mirrors upon his own. you lean in, your lips meeting his and he doesn't hesitate to kiss you back.

you kiss one another a passionate moment, enjoying the feeling. the sound of your lips against one another sounds throughout the silence and the comfort of your bedroom. you forget about everything, instead you're focused about spending this moment with the man who you truly love.

you pull away from the kiss when you feel it begin to grow a little too heated, feeling the tingles and sparks that flow throughout your body. playfully you push him away from you, his arms widen and his mouth drops jokingly confused yet enjoying the act.

"we need to stop there." you tell him warningly, it almost as if he knows the affect you have on him since he doesn't complain and you know that he knows.

"alright." he simply says.

nothing but love fills his eyes and it's almost as if you always catch yourself smiling whenever you're with him. "i love you." you say.

he remains quiet for a good moment, realising he's about to catch himself saying something he never thought he would, you watch him expectantly watching how his lips agape to utter the words, just when he's about to he buries his head into his hands.

"i love you too."

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[i-care-4u]

on the daily ✹ central cee

INSTAGRAM AU

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[lucy4-ever]

ffs and hdcns writer

hello!

☆ about me ☆

my name's lucy, i'm french, im an INTP and im bi!

i listen to TV girl, crystal castles, eyedress, rebzyyx, pastel ghost and melanie martinez!!

my favorite colors are purple and green (just wanted to say it :)

i hate homophobic, sexist, racist, forceful, closed minded, bodyshaming and hateful people. i also hate fish and oranges.

i try to have a goth and 2000s style but im broke 😔

my crushes are mainly feminine, vampire guys and random girls cause all girls are pretty <3

(jack wolfe, bill kaulitz, finn wolfhard, cilian murphy, nijirō murakami, central cee, billie eilish, lily rose depp, malina weissman, richa moorjani and else...)

things i write for :

i write sfw, nsfw, fluff, smut, angst..

i write headcanons, fanfictions, oneshots..

i can write about anyone (as long as it's legal 🤨)

please give me ideas, im taking request!!

currently in a tokio hotel hyperfixation though, so give me ideas about them!! (bill's my fav, i love emo boys 🤭)

things i will not write for :

non consual

incxst

pxdophilia

nxcrophylia... (weird kinks)

basically things that disgust me 😸

english isn't my first language /!\

mwah 💋 (our delusional man 🤗)

#fanfictions #writer #headcanons #oneshots #tokio hotel #ideas #requests

[dollibunnie]

ABOUT ME

hi im jaz, 18 year old writer

interest : music ( sza, kali uchis, kali, coi leray, kendrick lamar, steve lacy, montell fish, central cee, lana del rey, pinkpantheress,tyler the creator, frank ocean, daniel ceasar, ice spice etc..) art, writing, sewing and knitting, shopping, sanrio ( balletusa and buchiusa , cinnamon roll, my sweet piano, chococat, purin, charmmy kitty ) modeling, sleeping, horror movie, teddy bears, strawberry shortcake

❌ : judgmental people, racist, fat-phobic, homophobic, writers block, demanding people, people who will literally bully you and say the most awful things because they are insecure, two faced cunts, pick me’s ( ex : they try to embarrass you to make themselves look good ) people who romanticize : abusive relationship, r*pe, illegal relationship, cheating etc, ppl who bring up trauma to make fun of you and etc

🎀i am very feminine and girl so reader while always be hyper feminine and/or described to be girly. therefore please do not request masc reader or a request with non black reader. i am a black girl mean reader will be black at all times. minors do not interact. if i see ageless blogs or you don’t have anything nsfw reposted or at least nothing in your blog im going to go crazy. i dot. feel comfortable with that. i would rather i write for people in my age 18 and up.

🎀i type in low case letters bc i hate upcase, i take very long to write due to not knowing what to right or lack of time. please be patient. do not come on my blog and demand me to write something bc we all know you can write it yourself you just want people to do it. reblogs and comments are always accepted. don’t steal my work i will literally cry and please be nice in the comments. no trauma dumping please and don’t leash out on people

what i write for : anime ( aot { eren, connie, armin, jean, reiner, zeke, mikasa, anne } tokyo rev, { baji, draken, kawata brothers, more to come } tlou { ellie, joel, abby } jjk { gojo, toji, geto, nanami, sukuna, yuta } cod { simon riley, könig, price }more to come

kinks / thing i write for : older boyfriend, dilfs, corruption kink, age gap ( legal ), praise and degrading, dacryphilia, daddy kink, somnophilia, dumbification, breeding, praise, breath play / choking, anal play, rimming ( r. receiving ), brat taming, tummy bulging, cervix kissing, spit play, impact play, fem girly reader, chubby n thick reader, angst with happy ending, fluff, smut, more to come

kinks / things i don’t write for : rape, pegging, scat, abuse, cutting while having sex, kidnapping, male reader , masc / non hyperfem reader , dom reader , cheating , teacher and student trope , yandere, non black reader, furries, food play, master / slave trope, more to come

M A S T E R L I S T

[the-blind-assassin-12]

🎁🎁🎁 Static and Snow

A SNEAKRET SANTA GIFT DRABBLE 

A/N: Merry December and Happy Holidays, everyone! I posted briefly about this earlier today, but I have been sneakily working on some drabbles as gifts for the holidays, and since it’s officially December now, I am going to start putting them under the tree. These are my way of giving back to some of the lovely content creators here whose work brings me joy. I tried to personalize them a little bit for each person they’re dedicated to, but they’re just as much my gift to anyone who has ever shared their work or who has ever read mine. Thank you for being lovely <3 

Gift Tag: @insomniamamma - Who had this to say when I asked “Ezra or Nico” -  “Ok, SATAN! Seriously, this may be the hardest ask I've ever gotten.” - In the end, though, the answer was Ezra, and I chose the prompts fuzzy socks, books & silence to go along with him. J, your Prickle AU is one of my very favorites. Thank you for sharing it - along with all of your other incredible writing. Wishing you a very happy holiday season - I hope you enjoy your sneakret santa gift!! 

WC: 1,238 

Warnings: none. it’s a fluff. 

Ezra sits in the oversized armchair in the corner with his book propped in his lap, lips parted and brow creased in concentration as he reads some novel about Ephratian pirates and a Karoclan warrior. He only started it that morning, plucking it from one of the bungalow’s teeming shelves, but he’s already more than half-way through it. Occasionally the phantom fingers of his right hand twitch when it’s time to turn the page. Despite nearly two years passing since he parted ways with the limb, he still has urges to use it. 

I wonder if that sensation will ever fade away completely or if I’ll be forced to fight it off forever.

He does his best to ignore it for now, reaching - still a little clumsily - with his left hand to slip a finger beneath the sheet of paper so he can flip it and continue to read. But before he can submerge himself in the story once more, the crunchy sound of static cuts through the music playing softly in the background - old holiday tunes he hasn’t heard in decades suddenly tinged with crackling white noise. 

Must be the weather, he muses. The snow had finished falling a few hours ago, but the temperature continued to plunge, freezing signal towers and satellite dishes, muting the world with cold. Ezra shrugs more deeply into the thick brown sweater he wears. He prefers to be warm. Prefers Lao and the Ephrate and even Central to anywhere where he has to layer up against the chill. He’s spent too much time in bulky suits, worrying about what could happen if the fabric were to tear to be comfortable this bundled up. 

If he had his druthers, he’d much rather be bathing his bare skin in the rays of whichever star was on the rise in Kamrea.

The song on the radio cuts in and out so much that he can’t even tell which one it is anymore. With a sigh, he tucks his bookmark - a tattered ticket stub from his first Cirian Prime shuttle flight, the one where he met you - against the spine to hold his place, and sets the book down to deal with the frost ridden radio. “Think it’s time to-” 

His words melt on his tongue as he looks up though, the sight across from him making him forget about the cold entirely. Oh, Kevva. I’ll never understand how or why a man like me stumbled upon luck like this but I am not fool enough to question it. 

You and Cee had both fallen asleep on the couch, the girl’s head tilted close to your shoulder but not quite resting on it, a heavy orange blanket tossed over the two of you, and your books discarded in your laps. There is one tufted ottoman that both of you share, the two of you wearing matching pairs of fuzzy Cardovian wool socks to cover your feet, yours crossed at the ankles and Cee’s flopped outward. She has her hood pulled around her ears so that only a few strands of her blonde hair are visible around her cheeks, still reddish pink from the time spent outside earlier, when she’d been in pure awe of the icy wonderland around her. 

You gave this to her, Comet. Ezra’s eyes shift over to your face and his chest swells as he thinks back to the night when you first brought the trip up. 

“What about Itho?” You’d asked the question one night while you and Ezra finished dinner in your small apartment. 

He’d narrowed his eyes as he chewed, consciously telling himself to pick up his napkin with his left hand instead of his absent dominant one. His eyebrow quirked up as he finally succeeded in wiping his mouth without issue. “Itho?” You nodded as he swallowed and tried to figure out where you were headed. “I don’t know, Comet, what about Itho?” 

“Well,” You bit your bottom lip and set your fork down on the edge of your plate. “What if we… the three of us… what if we spend Cee’s winter break on Itho? I have some banked shuttle credits we can use for the trip, and Dezi already said she’d trade routes with me so I can have the whole week off. Her brother knows someone we could rent a bungalow from and...” You shrugged. “What do you think?”  

He dropped his napkin back to the table and reached across it for your hand, your fingers sliding easily between his. Speaking your name, he gave you a squeeze. “Are you sure you want to-”

“Ezra.” You cut him off with a laugh and a shake of your head, lifting his hand up to your lips and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “Yes, I’m sure. She’s gonna be sixteen soon and she said that she’s never seen snow, and-” 

He got up from his seat then, walking around the small table to pull you to your feet and against his body, a startled sound escaping you as he wound his arm around your torso. “I think Itho sounds perfect.” Dropping his lips to the top of your head, he smiled into your hair. “Birdie is going to be thrilled when you tell her.”   

He rises slowly from his seat so he doesn’t wake either of you, and turns to switch the radio off. The silence of the settled storm rushes in to fill the room, but he doesn’t seek to fill it immediately like he once might have. Getting used to the quiet is like getting used to the loss of his arm - on the Green, silence is deadly. If nothing comes in through the comms but static, it means that he’s on his own. But as he looks across the small room and sees the two people he cares about most in the universe, as he listens to the silence that acts like an extra blanket over everything, he sees that that isn't the case. 

He’s known it for some time now, but this trip - ice and all - seems to solidify it in ways he can’t quite explain. I love you, Comet. And Cee does, too. 

Cee’s book finally slips from her slack grasp and hits the carpeted floor with a muffled thunk that she sleeps through. The slight disturbance is enough to make you stir, though, your eyes fluttering open as you inhale through your nose. You smile down at the girl beside you before looking over at him, cheeks rising higher as your sleepy smile spreads. Clearing your throat, you carefully untuck yourself from the blanket and shuffle the few steps to where Ezra is still standing, your socks picking up a charge from rubbing against the carpet. You rise on your toes to bump your nose against his, a little zap of electricity where your skin touches his. “Bed?” 

It’s just one word but it reaches down into his chest and swirls around his heart. It’s just one word and it’s one you utter to him almost on a nightly basis back home. But it’s one he knows he’ll never tire of hearing, one that gives him a sensation he knows with certainty will never fade. 

He looks into your eyes as you bring one hand up to card through his hair, combing the increasingly shaggy locks back and away from his face, and he nods before kissing your palm. “Bed.”

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[insomniamamma]

Fancy: Ezra x f! reader w/Cee

a/n: for writer Wednesday @autumnleaves1991-blog​. Reader has been crew with Ezra and Cee for some time. A meeting with a Lauan royal pulls the three of them out of their comfort zone. Same reader as "Prickle" but you don't need to read that one unless you want to know how Artichoke got her nickname.

Warnings: mentions of past injury/violence. feelings. Ezra in a suit needs a warning. Tooth rotting fluff.

          Ezra has seen you every day since he hired you on. He has seen you sweating in your environment suit and freezing in the same suit. He has seen your hands shake with exhaustion.  He hired you on because you look scary and own a rail-gun and military grade body armor. He's seen you sweep Cee behind you with a brush of your arm when things get ready to go bad. He's seen how, when in a new place, you tend to position yourself on his right, as if you mean to make up for his missing arm. He's seen you curse and cry and bleed. He's patched your wounds and you've patched his. He's seen how you are with Cee, not exactly a mother, but more of conspiratorial older sister. He's heard the two of you laughing over something Cee's loaded to her data pad, getting incredible kicks from things he will never understand. He's seen you stumbling around the pod or tent sleep mussed and barely sentient. He's seen the way your eyes go wide when he shows you something new or beautiful or deeply weird, the way your breath draws in at some new discovery. He's seen your smile, unguarded and rare, and he commits it to memory every time. This, though, is something he's not seen.

         Transit between systems takes time. Your stint on Kast's world had been had been a sixth stand's worth of grueling suit-work on a tidally locked worldlet. Your camp was set up right on the terminator, that thin thread where the sky was in perpetual twilight and the average temperatures, while fluctuating wildly with the minuscule wobble in the planet's orbit, were not extreme enough to kill you outright. Dayside work was a whole different animal. You were tethered to air pumps across the shadow-line by lengths of hose, cooling and filtering the air so you didn't roast your lungs. Kast Poppies only grew in this liminal space, this tender border between dark and day. They were fragile and difficult to harvest, and only one in three had a viable node. The nodes were embryos, waiting for the right kiss of light and wind to develop into another Kast poppy.            The trick was to get them before the notochord hardened, while they were still tiny sacs of omni-potent cells. Undifferentiated Kast poppy cells mimicked whatever system they were injected into. They reversed aging. They reversed cancer. They could slide under the human immune system for a time. A single treatment could ad ten years to a human life-span. And Prince Aessirla  Scala of Lau had a mind to outlive his siblings. You'd had misgivings about this job since the beginning. The transit time and the difficulty of the job, I don't understand why we have to go all the way to Lau to deliver when the broker met us on the Pug. Ezra explained that the Prince liked to do these deals in person, and for all his wealth and power he was terrified of space-travel. He'll pay handsomely, Ez told you, Not to worry.

         By the time the Anansi gets far enough out of the gravity well to spool up the jump-drive the three of you have rehearsed your encounter with the Lauan prince a hundred times over, and, unfortunately, once you drop back into real-space on the other side of the jump you will have time to rehearse it at least a hundred more before you dock at Lau Bench. Ezra's taught you a few key phrases in High Lau, greetings and pleasantries, how to order or refuse a drink politely. Lauan's speak Central just like all of us, he told you, but giving them a few words in their mother-tongue let's them know you're not just some tourist. There's traders what won't even look at you unless you greet them in Lau. A klaxon blares over the comm system, and the countdown to jump begins. 60 seconds. You pop a capsule of liquid between your molars and hold it there, watching Ezra and Cee do the same. At the 30 second mark you crunch it between your teeth, sick-sweet liquid exploding in your mouth, drugs absorbing direct through your skin. The drugs are necessary, unless you want to explode from both ends while your mind violently rejects the breakdown of linear time that occurs in jump.

         By the time you actually make it to the capitol you've had time to make yourself nervous, thinking of all the things that could go wrong. Lau is on the edge of the Ephrate, far out enough that people from Central consider it exotic, yet closer to Central than you've ever been. The streets are cobblestone, the buildings are faced in mosaics, trailing vines drape over every surface. Flowers the size of your head droop from the walkways that link the towers, great spirals that stretch up like giant seashells. The capital is a fever dream, a visual clash of ancient and modern. Pillars that support mag-lev tracks encrusted with ceramic tiles and vast ammonite shells from Lau's oceans. There is too much to look at. It's something of a relief when Ezra guides you and Cee into a small shop, the walls hung with some of the most lush clothing you've ever seen.          "Kevva. We've got what this guy wants, why all the fucking around?"          "This ain't like doing a deal for with some black market middle-man," says Ezra, "The prince is fickle, moody and rumored to be quite mad. These factors alone would ordinarily put me off, but I have had dealings with Prince Aessirla before, and he has a weakness for flattery and beauty, and between the three of us, we will provide that in full. We darken his door looking like a clowder of outworld scrubs and he might kill the deal out of spite." Ezra squeezes your arm, gives a little shake.          "You'll do fine," he says, "Cee will help you."

         Cee spots Ezra and pelts across the square.          "Well, look at you, Channel Rat, all cleaned up," says Ezra. Cee's dress is innocence embodied, pale yellow with floral lace and a tulle skirt that flares out when she twirls. Her usually messy hair is smoothed back and held in place with sparkling combs. You creep out of the building's shadow, and you get your first glimpse of Ezra, long, tailored jacket, ascot tied in a perfect knot around his throat. Kevva, he's pretty, you think and then his eyes meet yours. Cee grabs your hand and tugs you across the square to where Ezra stands, motionless, lips parted.

         Ezra has seen you bruised and bleeding and shoving the barrel of your thrower between some unfortunate's eyes when negotiations go south. He's seen you cauterize wounds. He's seen you grab Cee, lift her bodily like a groom carrying his bride, and dump her in a pond of frigid water when she had the audacity to spout off about how you and Ez are old and slow. But he's never seen you like this, draped over in a dress the color of midnight, the bodice sewn with a spray of tiny crystals that mimic the Great Arm of the galaxy. He's seen the bulge of your knuckles gripping your rail-gun, holding a dagger to some reprobate's throat. Now your hands clutch each other, worry at each other. You turn your face away from him.          "That bad, huh?" Cee swats him.          "Say something, you asshole," she hisses.          "Bad? No. No no no," Kevva, why can't he think? Words are Ezra's allies and weapons and he can't seem to summon them, so he takes your hand instead, his calloused fingers stroking down your arm. He turns your hand to see your painted nails, the same midnight blue of your dress with shimmering flecks deep inside, tiny crystals pressed into the lacquer on your ring finger.          "It's silly," you say and try to pull your hand away, "Cee's idea." But Ezra is having none of it. He brings your hand to his lips and presses a tender, lingering kiss to your rough knuckles.          "It's not silly at all," he says, "One could mistake you for Kevva herself, or one of her fair sisters."          "Ez--" He leans into you, his breath hot against you ear, so close that when he speaks, you can feel his lips form words.          "You are armed, right?"          "Of course," you murmur, "Thrower and gutting knife." Weapons hidden beneath your dress, strapped to your thighs.          "That's my girl," he whispers and then draws back, offering his arm like some proper gentleman, "Shall we?"          "Fuck. I guess." And you thread your arm through his.

         "Well, Ezra of the Fringe, I see Kevva has not seen fit to call you home just yet," Prince Aessirla Scala has a silken voice and a smile like a dagger's edge. You distrust him instantly.          "Nice to see you too, 'Sirla," says Ezra and you feel Cee's hand clamp down on yours hard. The prince's bodyguards stiffen and reach for their weapons, and your hands flinch unconsciously, the one to the prince's left looks a bit distracted, you can drop him before the others can draw, that'll give you time--          "If it were anyone but you, I would have you disembowled for such familiarity," The prince pauses to eat berries from a bowl at his right hand, "You turn up at my hearth offering life and here you are, absent a limb. Kevva has a sense of irony after all." You have never wanted to punch somebody so badly in your life.          "And yet, by her blessing I still live," says Ezra.          "And with such fetching companions," the prince's eyes skim over you and lock on Cee, who absently plays with a liana that trails over the tiled wall.          "The company I keep is irrelevant," says Ezra. He waves you forward. You wordlessly set the cryo-case before the prince and open it for him. The Lauan's eyes go wide and then narrow. He snaps his finger.            "Take these to the jetty," he says, and strong hands grip your arms and Cee's. Ezra doesn't look at the two of you being manhandled by the prince's guards.

         "Ez--"          "Hush" You hiss. You knew this would happen. You knew that the Prince would only talk payment with Ezra alone. You suspected there would be a display of power.          "Softly," says the prince, raising a hand, eyes never leaving Ezra's. The guard's grip lessens some, and you and Cee are escorted out.

         "Don't run," says the guard.          "Wouldn't dream of it." You smile at him. There are three of them. The two that hauled you and Cee out through the back entrance and a sniper high above in one of the spiraled towers of the palace. You caught a glint of light from his scope. The jetty stretches into the sea, a long curve of blue-green boulders that waves break against, but the surf that reaches glittering stretch of beach is calm.          "You can go down to the water if you want," says the other guard, and you nod. Some of the tension eases out of you. These guys are hired muscle like you. If violence happens it won't be personal. Cee has her arms crossed tight across her chest, staring out over the blue water. You can tell by the set of her shoulders that she's scared, and when you put your hand on her shoulder you can feel her trembling.          "It's gonna be okay," you say, "This is just for show. It's a game. Ezra knows this guy. He never would've brought us downworld if there was real danger." You jerk your head in the direction of the nearest guard who is fooling around on his data-pad. Cee lets out a shaky breath and relaxes some. You kick off your shoes.          "Lets go get our feet wet."          "Okay."

         The Greater Sun has set by the time Ezra joins you on the beach. The Lesser Sun still hangs above the water, a dim red eye that lines the clouds in pink-orange fire. Cee is a ways down the beach, looking for shells and poking at detritus washed up along the tideline. Ezra's ditched his jacket and ascot at some point, looks a bit rumpled but he's smiling.          "Ez? Are we good?"          "More than good, Artichoke," he says, pulls his data pad from his pocket and thumbs at it. "Take a gander." The data pad shows your account balances, the account the three of you share, the glowing number at the bottom is more money than you have ever seen in your life.          "Sweet Kevva..."          "With this much--"          "We can send Cee to school," you say, "A good one. In the Ephrate."          "More than that," says Ezra, "She can go to Bowsun academy and there'd still be plenty left over. Even with a three way split." Your eyes sting. You knew this day was coming. Partnerships in the Fringe don't last. You know this and always have. But still, you've been crew with Ezra and Cee for nearly two stands now, and it's started feeling like home, feeling permanent, you should have known better, you should have--          "Hey," says Ezra, he grips your jaw and makes you look at him. Your first impulse is to twist out of his hold and bolt, just run, go to the shipyards and take the next freighter out."Hey. Talk to me," You meet his eyes and see only warmth and concern.          "Please," he says.          "I don't want this to be over," you say, and it sounds so stupid, so naive even as hot tears spill down your cheeks, "You and Cee. I--" He presses his lips to yours, gentle and undemanding, and then withdraws slightly, his nose nuzzling against yours.          "Oh my prickly girl," he says, his warm breath fanning over your lips, "I would never leave you behind. Don't you know that by now? If you wish to keep rambling I would not think to stop you. I was hoping that, once we had the means, we could make a home together, you, Cee and me--"          "You're asking for forever," you say.          "Yeah," he says, his forehead pressed to yours in the bright fire of Lesser Sunset, "I am." You kiss him hard, mouth crushed against his, and hug him even harder, hear him huff as you squeeze the breath out of his lungs, rocking him back on his heels. His arm curls tight around you.          "Is this yes?" You squeeze him even harder, your face tucked into the tender junction of his neck and shoulder.          "Kevva, Ezra," You press the words into his skin. "Yes. Yes forever." You cling to each other in the sinking light.          Cee looks up from where she's been digging around in the sand and smiles.          "About damn time," she says.

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