#i wish everyone could have a welcome home party back into their bodies

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i love you intuitive eating, i love you being in touch with your body/feelings, i love you loving and accepting your health based on how you feel instead of how you look, i love you interpreting cravings as a potential nutritional need, i love you listening to your body the way you deserved to be listened to as a child

#look! #i did a joke format! #anyway #i’m feeling so many things #ive been more in touch with my body than ever in my life #and it’s been the most intense spiritual and psychological experience of my life #i wish everyone could have a welcome home party back into their bodies #pain and trauma are a bitch

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Home is where my Heart is.

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Word Count: 2300+ A/N: so many lore drops oh lordy. Should I post chap 11 in 9 hrs? Comment below lolol

“Husband, dear,” I called for him closing the door behind me.

I find him on the chair by the fireplace, reading a book with his glasses on. I join him, smoothing out his shoulders with a gentle touch which he gave a satisfied hum to.

“What is it?” he asks placing a bookmark and closed the book. He puts it on the side table holds my hand pulling me in front of him.

“I just came to tell you something Charlie has planned,” I say brushing his hair, “she’s inviting over her father to help with her situation.”

He tenses up, he pulls his lips into an annoyed grin. I tilt my head, confused why he reacted so strongly at the mention of Lucifer. So, I ask, “What’s wrong?”

His smile fades into a guilty one and replies, “Miledy, you know I love you with all my heart but I wish I could tell you.”

I fall silent, a million questions appearing in my head before I finally spoke up once again, “Is it related to why you were gone?”

He heaved a breath as he stands, dipping a kiss on my forehead then holds me briefly in a tight squeeze and replies, “Don’t worry, it’s nothing too dangerous. I won’t let anything happen to you, love.”

I gave a deep sigh, trying to calm myself from the piling frustration but I needed to keep it together and trust him. Like we always do.

Just then, the memories of him leaving Abby and I in the cabin never to return flashed in my mind. I clasped his dress shirt in distress, feeling sweat form on my back and my body shaking.

Alastor pauses and looks at me in deep worry. He holds my shoulders and tries to look me in the eye, “Love, love what’s wrong?”

I remain unresponsive feeling my leg lose their strength as I fall onto his arms never once letting go of him. We settled on the carpet while Alastor held me close, letting me hear the soothing beating of his heart next to mine that was thumping loudly and erratically.

“Shit. Miledy, Miledy can you hear me? It’s ok, it’s ok. I’m here.”

After a while of getting to calm me down, he waits for me to say something still rubbing my back in a soothing manner.

“You have to promise me, Al. Please don’t leave me behind,” I whimpered, “I can’t lose you again.”

His heart clenches at the sight of her, she looks so broken and afraid. I never stopped feeling guilty of breaking his promise and leaving her behind to look after Abby all alone. It must have been hard for her. It also made him angry with himself for being the same deadbeat dad that he had resented for all his living life. He was also afraid of thinking that he was unworthy of Miledy’s love, he broke his promise, left her alone and was so weak. That’s why he craved power, power to destroy everyone that would even dare to harm him and his family, so that one day they could live in peace. Something that he failed to do.

“I’ll never leave you, not now. Not anymore,” he says with a heavy heart.

“You’re stuck with me either way,” he say, trying to lighten the mood which I appreciated and smiled to. I leaned on him and enjoyed the sounds of the crackling flames and the beating of our hearts in sync. Finding solace in the mundane.

---time skip

Alastor and I stand side-by-side as we welcomed Lucifer to the hotel. He jumps in and hugs Charlie almost immediately. To which Alastor’s eye twitches in annoyance at.

“Oh, it's so good to see you. Haha!” he greets squeezing her making her let out a little squeak.

“It's uh, good to see you too, Dad,” Charlie strains out before Lucifer lets go her continuing, “Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!”

The little Eggbois popped some party poppers with a quick fanfare, only to find Lucifer being distracted by the cat.

“Oh hewwo KeeKee!” he greets the cat and continues with the lambs, “Razzle, Dazzle. Oh, look how much you haven't grown. Still fun sized. You taking care of my wittle girl? You better be.”

“Wow! This place sure looks, uh...uh huh yah uh huh...It's got a lot of character!” he comments trying to be polite at the interior.

“OH, what in the unholy hell is that?!” he screams pointing at the bar looking back at us.

Alastor takes us behind Lucifer in his shadow before reappearing and replies, “Just some of the renovations we had done. Adds a bit of color, don't you think?”

Lucifer’s eyes drift to mine exclaiming in delight, “Miledy! Great to see you again, I haven’t heard from you for a while.”

We shake hands politely, something that Alastor seems to heavily dislike by pulling away my hand from the fallen angels'.

“I got busy you could say. I was waiting for the chance you’d come to the hotel actually. Glad to see you here!” I reply trying to be enthusiastic trying to hold my husband from throwing a tantrum.

“I see you’re well acquainted with my wife,” Alastor interjects with venom in his tone.

“And you are?” Lucifer eyes him suspiciously, also reciprocating the feeling of dislike.

“Alastor, Miledy’s lawful husband. Pleasure to be meeting you, sir. Quite a pleasure,” he introduces with a hint of displeasure, shaking Lucifer’s cane before wiping it on his coat with disgust, “It's nice to finally put a face to the name. You are much shorter in real life.”

I coughed trying to hide my giggle but then realize I’m around the same height as him. Then my eyes following them as they had their silly banter.

“Who is this? Who is this nut? Are you the bellhop?”

“Aha! No! I am the host of the hotel. You might have heard of me from my radio broadcast.”

“Hmm, nope! I guess that's why Charlie called it the Has-been Hotel, ahaha.”

“Ha ha ha. It was actually my idea.”

“Ahaha. Well, it's not very clever.”

“Ha ha! Fuck you.”

“Woah. Okay!” Charlie and I yell while she pulls his father away to the parlor while I grab his waist pulling him in the other direction before a cat fight would start. “Okay, anyway. Dad, look at this lovely parlor where people can get to know each other and share secrets and stories and intimate feelings! Without Alastor, we wouldn't have been able to pretty it up this much.”

“Charlie has a very unique vision. I am happy to fulfil her bizarre requests,” Alastor goes back escaping from me and puts a hand on Charlie’s shoulder.

“Oh, thank you, Alastor,” Charlie says tearing up, finally getting the fatherly attention she deserved.

“Quite an impressive young lady. We're all very proud of her,” Alastor eggs on lifting her chin with his finger with a devious smile.

“Ahem, Charlie! Dear, eheh, why don't you introduce me to your OTHER friends?” Lucifer exclaims pointing to the group behind him.

As a friend I do feel bad for him, but this is the reality check he needed. For him to see that nothing will change if he isn’t willing. Alastor fighting with him might finally knock some sense into him, but so far. He really is a prideful thing he is.

“I am not helping you,” I state crossing my arms not even looking at my husband.

He laughs it off and shrugs, “With what? I’m not going to fight him.”

“Uh-huh,” I say not convinced. Only to put my suspicions proven when the chandelier falls, and they start singing. “Well, here we go.”

While I was enjoying their song, Mimzy barges in singing her heart out. I looked at her surprised, what was she doing here? It could be 2 things, she wants something or she’s in deep shit. Or a combination of both given her character.

I roll my eyes as Alastor and Mimzy exchanged hugs. Talking about our lives on Earth and stuff. We used to be friends but, you know, stuff happens. I sighed and sat down by the bar waiting for some crazy shit to happen now that all the chaos forces were here.

“Miledy! How’s it been going?” Mimzy asks as she takes the glass Husk slides at her while he gives me mine.

“Nothing much. Probably better off than you,” I snicker sipping the alcoholic blend.

“Psh, you can’t be serious. You’re still mad about what happened before?” she asks infuriated.

“You rang me, telling me you wanted to hang out then made me sit with 5 men at the bar and just said the morning after ‘thanks for covering for me?’ Are you insane?” I asked angrily, my hair flaring out as my teeth sharpened and bared them at her.

“It was just one time!”

“You did it twice! You better be grateful I haven’t told Alastor given you’ve been friends for so long,” I reply downing my drink and slamming it down.

Husk, Angel and Pentious were surprised by my outburst. Clearly, this was their first time seeing me lose my cool despite being collected around them. It couldn’t be helped, not if the one you’re sitting next to you made you a scapegoat a few times. I would find bills in our mailbox because of her. It wasn’t cheap either.

I grumbled pouring myself a drink and ignored her excuses. While Husk went probably to tell Alastor. Half an hour later, someone starts hammering on the door yelling for Mimzy, as she explains she stole 50 grand and drove over someone. Why am I not surprised.

“All of you! Get a safe distance, I'll take care of this,” Vaggie yells getting in front of everyone with her spear.

Before she could reach the loan sharks, Alastor steps in and says, “No, my dear, leave it to me. It's time I remind everyone why I am here.”

“Oh, finally! Took you long enough!” Mimzy yells behind the counter, making me bonk her over the head with bottle lightly before standing next to Alastor and changed into our demon forms.

“A reminder to all, not to mess with the radio/siren demon!” We announced both our forms towering over them.

I towered over them with my 15 ft form startling them from the sheer size. They quiver as they see my mouth pull into a sadistic teethy grin similar to Alastor's. Alastor slams down his tendrils while I held a note holding them down while they got crushed.

“I will devour each and every one of you!” Alastor exclaims gobbling them down, while they were paralyzed.

After defeating all of them we shrink back down to our normal selves.

“Oh, I missed getting to let off steam!” Alastor states with a hearty laugh, while I panted beside him.

“God, I haven’t turned into that form for a while. I forgot how tiring it is,” I wheezed.

“Oh, Alastor! What a fantastic show! Bravo! As always. Thanks for helping lil' old me out of a tougher spot, you're always such a pal!” Mimzy thanked him, while I glared at her. This was her mess to begin with. As a debris falls beside her, “Oops. Heheh… sorry about the mess, but I'm sure the little bug can take care of it for you.”

Before I could roll my eyes, Alastor says something that surprised me, “I think you should go Mimzy, now.”

Mimzy visibly shocked, tries to play it off, “Oh pff, Alastor, you're such a kidder you! Haha, you are so funny!”

“I mean it. You deliberately brought danger to this place just to have me clean up your mess. I can't have that here,” he deadpans not even looking at her.

“But you love taking care of me! What? You don't actually give a shit about this tacky place, do ya? Come on, I know you. You heartless son-of-a-bitch~” she iterates poking him on the chest.

“You are welcome if you actually want to give redemption a shot, but I think we both know that's not really your style, so you need to leave.”

“Fine! Who needs you? Have fun with your little princess and your little hotel! See if I care!”

After she flips off Alastor and storms out, he turns back to me with the same look. I flinch and ask, “W-what?”

“I know what she did to you, so why didn’t you tell me?” he demanded an explanation.

“Because! Both of you were long time friends before we got together, and thanks to her I got a start in my career,” I replied hugging myself, unsure now if I made the best decision.

“I’m not mad at you, but the next time something similar happens come to me. You’re my wife, Mel. I put you above than everybody else,” he says sincerely brushing my cheek to which I nodded to.

When we got inside the hotel, Lucifer and Charlie had a confrontation. One that they both desperately needed.

“I wish we could see our little girl again,” I whisper while leaning on Alastor.

“I’m sure she’s doing fine, darling” he says putting his arm around me and squeezing my shoulder.

After closing their song in a hug, Lucifer says this, “Ok, I can get you the meeting but once you're in Heaven, I won't be able to go with you. Will you be ok?”

“I'll be fine,” she assures.

“That's my girl,” he smiles then smiles, “Good luck, kiddo.”

He then disappears in a red mist leaving us to deal with the aftermath of everything.

“This next part is going to be scary. You ready?” Vaggie asks walking towards Charlie.

“I'm ready,” Charlie says as she hugs her, “cuz you'll be with me.”

“In spirit, right?” Vaggie asks unsure if they’re on the same page.

“In Heaven!” Charlie exclaims looking at the sky.

“Yay…” her girlfriend chants unenthusiastically feeling regret for asking.

“Have a nice trip!” I say with a smile, “We still have to clean up this up first though.”

“Ughhh…”

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The Duchess (11)

Anthony Bridgerton x Duchess!reader

Series Summary: After coming into a title you did not expect, you have a chance encounter with a handsome rescuer.

Chapter Summary: Shock

Word Count: 1,100

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Following some more much needed rest after your wondrous conversation with the Viscount, your body’s healing continued to progress in the way the doctor had said. By the time the next morning came around, you were recovered enough to make a celebrated appearance at breakfast.

Upon stepping foot into the dining room, the surprised cheers and sighs of relief welcomed you to the table.

But before you could take a seat, the youngest Bridgerton shot out of hers in order to wrap her arms around you in a generous hug.

“Duchess! I am so glad that you are alright!”

Smiling to yourself at such a kind reception, you returned the girl’s embrace before graciously saying to her and the rest of the room alike,

“As am I, Miss Hyacinth.”

Lady Bridgerton, after also allowing her eyes and mother’s heart a moment to be reassured of your happy recovery, made sure to direct her daughter to let go of you so that you both could have a seat at the dining table.

But her eyes were not the only ones to catch how, as you approached your usual chair, Anthony rushed out of his in order to assist you in sitting down.

Because you made sure to send him a grateful smile after he did so, you missed how the rest of the Bridgertons and Bassets that were present sent and shared secretive smiles amongst themselves once they witnessed such a display.

From that breakfast onward, you contently continued regaining your strength. And by the end of the week, you were well enough to travel back to London along with everyone else who had retired to the Duke’s country estate.

Wishing to show your appreciation to the family that had shown you nothing but kindness, you made it a point to have individual notes sent to the two different households as soon as you arrived at and were home within your own city dwellings. Those notes invited them to a private tea party you had decided to host during your journey back.

Holding an intimate gathering such as a tea party compared to the grand soiree they had hosted for you seemed like such a small return on such a big favor.

However, you could not help telling yourself that it is was at least a start.

Due to your attention to detail, your stride was a little less than measured as you walked from the variety of light dishes that were being served, to adjusting the cushions laid on the couch, and then to your own pacing back and forth as you waited for them on the day of.

Though you were aware of your duties as a Duchess to host gatherings, the required year spent mourning your late husband had deprived you of any chance to do so until now.

Thankfully, when their presence was announced, the nerves you previously held almost immediately melted away at the sight of the Viscount being one of the first through the door followed by the rest of his siblings, his mother, and the Duke of Hastings.

As if no time had passed, everyone was quickly settled in and conversing amongst themselves while tea was served.

You were sitting next to and happily speaking with Anthony on one of the sofas in the drawing room while he sipped at his cup and you at yours. Once again, you almost got lost in the world he seemed to always create around you both when you were brought back to reality by the approach of a footman who held a silver tray carrying an envelope.

Bowing and holding it out to you, he waited till he was able to interrupt your conversation with the Viscount by saying,

“A letter, your Grace.”

Given the fact that you rarely received such a thing, you were unable to hide your perplexion as you accepted it and thanked the servant.

But as soon as the envelope was in your hands, your confusion turned to concern as you realized what you were holding.

Apparently, you were not the only one since Lady Bridgerton could not help asking from across the way,

“Is that her Majesty’s royal stationary?”

Holding the note a bit more reverently, you nodded your head at her question and said in reply,

“Yes, I believe so.”

Though your fingers were set to pull the ribbon that held the envelope in place, it was only after you received an encouraging nod from the man seated next to you that you were able to do so.

So focused on your task, you did not notice how a tense silence had blanketed the room as those present waited to hear whatever news you had to share.

Opening, unfolding, and quickly using your eyes to read through the letter’s contents, the atmosphere became tenser still when you announced in a grave voice.

“The Queen has summoned us all to the palace.”

With a confused and furrowed brow, the Viscount questioningly replied,

“But whatever for?”

With a thick swallow of your throat, you said,

“Someone has brought forth a challenge to my claim as Duchess, so we are all apparently summoned as witnesses to determine if the challenge holds any merit.”

As the seriousness of the situation made the silence return, you simply took in a deep breath before sighing and resignedly saying,

“We must leave at once.”

Being met with no resistance, everyone quietly rose from their seats and filed into their respective carriages that soon set off in the direction of the palace.

After reaching the meticulously manicured and decorated building, you, the Bridgertons, and the Bassets alike were all escorted to the room in which her Majesty held court and were greeted with the sight of the Queen regally sitting on her throne.

While the others joined the crowd of courtiers standing on either side of the aisle, you gracefully made your way to the front until you were at the foot of the throne and gave a respectful curtsey before rising again as the Queen began to address you.

“Duchess, you have been accused of being unsuitable for the occupation your title affords. What have you to say?”

Swallowing your nerves, you only took a moment to compose your response.

“Only this your Majesty…might I be allowed to face the one who has deemed me to be unsuitable?”

With a brief nod of her head, the Queen directed her guards to let in your accuser.

And you really wanted to be anything but surprised when you saw your former brother-in-law begin to be escorted into the throne room.

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When darkness comes, you’re always there | Ksm

Pairing: Seungmin x Reader

Warnings: angsty feelings with fluffy comfort

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: It's been one of those days where your demons win every argument. Beat you down and remind you how worthless you are. There’s only one person who offers any solace when you get this lost and that's Kim Seungmin.

A/N: I had a really rough day on the day I wrote this. Like colossally shitty. I spent the better half of it crying alone in bed wishing I had something like this. So, as my own form of therapy, I wrote.

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Some days you lose yourself and can’t remember how to get back to the light. The darkness consumes you, swallows you whole, and you’re certain you’ll be lost forever.

Today is one of those days. Seungmin has been home late every night this week, and today your brain decided it was the perfect time to wage war on you. It’s a full on assault and you find yourself defenseless and spiraling before you even know what hit you. Every horrible and self deprecating thought you’ve ever had seems to be joining the party. You’re sure you must be a nuisance to everyone around you. The boys, even Seungmin. You convince yourself that that’s why he has been coming home at three in the morning, so he doesn’t have to deal with you. Your polluted mind is certain this must be the truth and the reality that Seungmin is busy preparing numerous events for STAY can’t break through the dark lies that your brain is weaving so intricately.

You haven’t crawled out of the bed, drank water, or eaten a thing today. It’s nearing 10 pm at this point. The rational side of you knows the lack of food and water only compounds the problem and the intense feelings you’re experiencing, but rational you is not in charge today. You curl up into yourself, blankets wrapped tightly around your shoulders and up over your head, seeking solace in puppy m and sob. You’ve sobbed for hours without relenting at this point, and you wonder briefly just how much more liquid could come out of a person who is as dehydrated as you currently must be.

At some point you fall asleep, exhausted from the emotional turmoil of the day.

Something wakes you around 1, but you don’t really register it in your sleepy haze. You're hit with an enormous headache from the lack of any kind of nutrients for the better part of 24 hours and you realize that you’re still alone in bed. No Seungmin. The tears are flowing once more and you’re sure you’ve turned into a never ending water fountain at this point.

Your sobs are pathetic, racking your entire exhausted body. They aren’t loud, but they are mournful. You hadn’t fallen into a hole like this in a while. Seungmin kept you grounded in reality, but he’d been gone so much lately you had nothing to grab onto.

You feel the bed dip, the blanket lifting from your back as a body slides in behind you, arms sliding around your waist. Seungmin. He pulls you back firmly against his chest, his knees slotted in behind yours, his face burying in your neck.

“Shhh baby, I’m here,” he whispers. The pain and worry in his voice are evident. “How long have you been like this?” he asks, brushing your hair to the side and kissing you softly behind the ear. When you don’t respond, only sob harder, he squeezes you tight. “Did something happen?” he questions.

“No,” you choke out. “I’m just worthless is all,” you manage between sobs. “So annoying you don’t even want to come home,” you cry, curling more into yourself.

“What? Why would you ever think that?” Seungmin asks, genuine hurt in his voice.

You roll over then, and his hand moves to your chin, lifting your eyes to his.

“Baby, you know I’m direct. If I ever felt those things, the words would come out of my mouth. And they haven’t. Ever. Not once. Because they’re not true,” he pleads, his eyes darting back and forth between yours. “I know I’ve been working so late because of all the preparations for STAY, and I've managed to miss the signs that the most important person in my life is spiraling,” he says, clearly beating himself up. “I’m so sorry,” he chokes out, his lips pressing gently against yours as if he’s afraid he might break you with his touch.

The kiss sends a warmth through you that you haven’t felt all week, your arms moving to embrace him, snaking around his waist and onto his back to press him as close to you as possible. You want to melt into him because that feels like a safer place than your own toxic brain and body at the moment. He pulls away after several minutes of being glued to you, realizing how dry your lips are. He takes in your appearance, seeing the sheen of clammy sweat on your skin and pale color.

“Y/n, have you eaten or drank anything today?” he asks, his worry renewing as he looks into your eyes.

All you can manage is a broken sob and a small shake of your head as you hide from him and burrow into his chest.

“Shit, baby,” he curses, kissing your temple. He unwraps himself from you. When you whimper at the loss of his warmth he reassures you. “I’ll be right back, I promise,” he says, placing a chaste kiss on your lips and turning to leave the room.

He’s back quicker than you can fully register his absence, a water bottle filled with filtered water in hand. He puts out his hand, asking for yours, and you reluctantly take it and allow him to pull you into a sitting position. He sits beside you, handing you the bottle, his hand resting on your thigh, rubbing up and down soothingly.

“Drink,” he commands, leaving no room for discussion. You tentatively suck on the straw, the cool liquid hitting your throat and you groan a little at the relief it provides. Suddenly you realize the desert your body has become, and you're guzzling the water down. “Don’t make yourself sick,” he warns, noticing your reaction.

You slow down and pull away from the water bottle reluctantly, a small sigh emitting from you as you pull oxygen into your tired lungs.

“God I’m hungry,” you realize, your stomach now growling after the water intake. Your head is pounding from the abuse you’d put it through over the last 24 hours. You hated these spirals and what they did to you. You hated more that it made you feel like you had no control over anything.

“I’d imagine so. When’s the last time you ate jagiya?” Seungmin asks, no accusation in his voice, just concern.

“I honestly don’t remember,” you admit. “With you maybe,” you rack your brain. Yes, you had eaten breakfast with Seungmin yesterday morning. It had been at least 40 hours since you ate, you suddenly realized which immediately made the headache make sense.

“Goddamit,” Seungmin cursed, grabbing his phone from the night stand. “I can’t believe I let this happen. Fucking…” he trailed off as he typed furiously in his phone. You could see him beating himself up for the decisions you had made over the last two days.

“Seung, you didn’t let anything happen. I’m a grown woman. I should be able to take care of myself,” you said, your fingers on his chin pulling his gaze up to yours and momentarily away from his phone.

“I know that, but I needed to be here for you, and I wasn’t,” he growls, finishing whatever he was doing on his phone. “But that ends now. I just told Chan I needed a few days off. I need to be with you right now,” he says, his voice softening again.

“You don’t have to…” you stammered.

“I want to,” he says firmly, his hand reaching for yours and squeezing it. “Foods on its way too,” he adds, standing up, and pulling you along with him. “Let’s get you a shower before it gets here,” he encourages and you groan because you’re exhausted from the day’s emotions and also disgusting. “I’ll help,” he assures you, guiding you to the bathroom.

Seungmin is a perfect gentleman as he steps into the shower with you, taking care to wash your hair and body, no other agenda in mind tonight than to make sure you’re okay.

When he is finished and you’re rinsed and clean once more, he steps out of the shower, draping a towel around his hips, and grabbing yours. You take it from him and wrap it around you, tucking it under your arms. He leans in then and kisses you softly, his lips moving reverently against yours. His phone dings on the counter, signaling the arrival of your food.

“Ah, dinner. Finally,�� he smiles down at his phone. “Get comfy and I’ll grab the food off the stoop,” he says as you walk out of the bathroom together. You throw on one of Seungmin’s t-shirts and a pair of his boxers and shuffle down the hall into the living room. Seungmin is setting out a shit ton of food when you pad in, looking up at you with a beaming smile on his face, and you momentarily wonder who delivers this late in the night.

“Babe, I’ll never eat all that,” you can’t help but laugh.

“I haven’t eaten since, hell, I can’t remember. I’m starving,” he chuckles.

You realize then just how busy he’s been if he hasn’t stuck to his pretty rigid schedule he keeps for himself and reality hits you as you allow yourself to understand it fully. The thoughts that consumed you earlier in the day and night are slowly losing their grip on you. You let out a sigh of relief.

“Go put on some clothes, Seung,” you say, bumping your hip against his and shooing him down the hall. “I’ll get us plates and chopsticks and something to drink,” you assure him, and he scurries down the hall, towel hanging from his hips and droplets of water still clinging to his broad back as his feet shuffle along the hardwood quickly. He’s gone no time at all, before he returns in a pair of black basketball shorts and a white t-shirt. Your tip toeing to get the plates and bowls down, and you feel him press against your back and reach up for them. He kisses your neck and moves to head back toward the living room.

“Let’s eat,” he says, smacking your ass gently and you playfully slap his hand away, your mood already much improved from Seungmin’s presence, the water, and the shower. It’s amazing how the simple act of taking care of your basic needs can shift your mentality. You grab a couple drinks from the fridge, chopsticks and a couple spoons from the drawer.

You both retreat into the living room, sitting on the floor by the table by the couch. Seungmin plates your food for you, knowing all the things you like and hands it to you before loading up his own. He smiles happily at you as he digs in.

“Now, I’m all yours for the next three days baby,” he smiles before taking a bite. “Let’s sort that pretty little head of yours out, and I promise I won’t miss something like this again,” he vows, chastising himself.

“Seung,” you start, but he shakes his head.

“Let me do this, okay y/n?” he practically pleads. He needs to take care of you. It’s like it’s coded into his dna or something.

“Of course, jagiya,” you smile, leaning across the table and kissing him quickly.

You're so thankful you have Kim Seungmin in your life. He’s grounded you back to reality many times before and you’ve done the same for him in his times of doubt. You weren’t sure how you got so damn lucky, but you’d thank whatever god you needed to over and over again to keep your Seungmin.

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[intoanotherworld23]

Stairway To Heaven

Pairing: Female reader x Javier Pena

Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY DNI, yeah this whole thing is smut and sex, sex on top of stairs, jealous Javier, jealous reader, p in v, unprotected sex, swear words

Summary: There’s a reason stairs are better for you, and Javier proves exactly why

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"You just don't know when to stop do you?" Javier grumbled as you laid across the stairs knees bent with your legs spread enticing him even more.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Acting completely innocent in this current situation.

“It’s all games with you cariño.”

“Only if I win.” Cocking your head to the side mockingly.

"Oh sweetheart you never learn do you?" Watching as Javier crawled up the stairs until he was hovering above you lips pressed against yours. "Teasing me like that at the party."

“You we’re asking for it.” Raising your eyebrows at him as you leaned your head back.

He was chatting up one of the newer women at this office party leaving you by yourself. You already didn’t want to go, and then he has the audacity to flirt with someone else. Feeling your deadly glare from across the room, but he still didn’t come to you.

That’s when you found Steve standing awkwardly in the corner. Laughing at every stupid thing he said, and making sure to touch his arm or chest. Immediately catching Javier’s attention squinting his eyes at you in disapproval.

Excusing himself very quickly then dragging you to the car, and basically driving like a maniac to get home. A rush of excitement coursing through your body was what he was going to do to you.

“I had a right mind to not bend you over one of those tables and fuck you in front of everyone there.”

“Maybe you should have.” His mouth ghosting over your collarbone lips refusing to press against your skin.

“Is that so?” Nodding your head in response as you bit your bottom lip at the thought. “Mmm it would have been really fucking hot.”

His hands were all over you as you wrapped yours around his neck. Gripping onto him when you felt him push his body tightly against you. Feeling how hard he was for you and wiggling your hips just to push him a little bit further.

Javier growling into your mouth as you grinned knowing you got him. Not wasting any time in lifting up the bottom of your dress revealing your laced panties that already had a wet spot forming. Helping Javier unbuckle his pants and push them down his legs to the edge of his ankles.

"This what you wanted?" Mumbling against your lips. "To be fucked like the good little whore that you are."

"Yes." Your panties being pulled to the side a cold breeze hitting your core a shiver running up your spine.

"Tell me how badly you need it Y/N?" He teased as he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down your now soaked folds. "I want to hear those pretty lips beg for me."

"Javi I need you so badly it hurts." Biting your bottom lip as he watched you with hungry eyes. "I want you inside me so badly."

"I don't know sweetheart I'm not believing you." Sighing loudly in frustration as he played his own game with you.

"God Javier please fuck me so hard on these stairs that I can't walk for a week." Pleading up at him as you tried moving your hips hoping you could slip him inside of you.

"That's my good girl."Leaning forward pressing his entire cock inside of you a gasp slipping past your lips. "Holy fuck you are so wet baby."

Lifting his hips back up only to slam down into you. Whimpers and grunts filling the air as he quickly picked up his pace and found a steady rhythm. His head remained pressed into your neck as he nibbled on your skin. His arms enclosed around your head to feel even more close to you.

Moaning loudly into his ear every time he sharply thrusted into your body. Your back pressing into the edge of the stairs, but you pushed through the discomfort, and focused on Javier. Moving your arms so they wrapped around his back. Putting some slight pressure on his lower back to feel more of his movements.

"That's it baby your doing so good for me." Words of praise echoed in your ear when you whined and whimpered for him. "Look at you stuffed full of my cock."

Javier leaned himself up only to watch as his cock would disappear inside of you. Drenched in your arousal making this squishing sound that had him really start to howl like some wild animal. He loved to watch as you would take him so deeply, and was always amazed you took him well every time.

"You want it harder baby?" He teased his thrusts becoming slow and sensual. "Does my girl want me to fuck her harder?"

Clearly catching onto your writhing body underneath him trying to feel more. Even though the stairs were pressing into your skin you wanted it rougher. Your body wanted it. Your body needed it.

"Please Javi fuck me harder." Gritting through your teeth the frustration you felt never receding.

Rocking himself into your whole body to the point you were afraid you two would break the stairs. Feeling as he unleashed all his energy and power into you both of you in a state of euphoria. Seems like you weren't the only one who needed this either.

"God you look so good getting fucked on the stairs like this." Your left hand gripping the railing of the stairs.

Cheeks felt like they were on fire like someone was sticking a hot poker in front of your face. A drop of sweat descending down Javier’s face and onto your chest. Rolling down your chest and in between your breasts. It felt cool for a brief second but then soon evaporated from the heat.

"Just like that." Crying out as your legs wrapped around him like a vine.

"This is all you needed didn't you baby?" His tone mocking as he looked at the pleasure on your face.

The new angle had your toes curling so hard you were afraid they would sprain. You were getting so close you could feel it in the pit of your stomach. Javier didn't once slow down as he pounding into you so deeply he could see a bulge in your stomach.

"That's my good girl so good for me." Pressing his forehead against yours feeling you squeeze around him.

"Oh god Javi I'm gonna cum." Your legs were starting to tremble as your release was vastly approaching.

Your whole body felt like it was sitting on a bed of fire. Your skin was tingling all the way to your toes. Feeling your head spinning around closing your eyes as you felt that familiar coil in the pit of your stomach.

"Cum hard for me sweetheart." That was the final click in your brain covering him in your arousal.

"Oh fuck baby I'm right there." Groaning with a strained voice as he panted heavily above you his cock twitching violently inside you pumping you full of his warm seed.

Leaning his head back down on your heaving chest as both of you tried to catch your breath. Your legs shaking from your intense orgasm as Javier laid slump on top of your body. Leaving tender kisses on your chest as he helped you come down from your high.

Unsure if you were going to be able to move from the stairs. Your arms and legs felt like noodles, and you were a little worried if you tried to stand you’d fall right back down.

"And that’s why taking the stairs is good for you." He joked making you both burst into a fit of laughter.

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[sungbeam]

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞

demon!ji changmin x reader

birthdays have never mattered to him—until it was yours.

1.7k words, fluff, supernatural/demon au, minimal swearing, est. relationship au, a night terrors hc

read night terrors / peruse the collection post

a/n: continuing to expand their story for my own sanity :') istg i will go back to writing their snarky banter at some point (i just like soft romance 🤕)

JI CHANGMIN HAD ALWAYS THOUGHT OF BIRTHDAYS as insignificant, trivial matters. Perhaps that was because that was how he was raised to think of them as; hardly anyone in Hell cared for such a frankly human celebration of life. Even when he ended up on the mortal plane, he never seemed to fully grasp the concept.

There were always, within the couple years he knew your sister, days she would refuse to take on a client or work if it was your birthday. It could be the end of the world, and she would turn an adventure down to be at your side to celebrate your birthday. Despite being gone from home so often, she never failed to remember.

Maybe that was part of the reason he was freaking out now.

“What's all this?” He asked to the room as he munched on a blueberry pancake from the kitchen. When he walked into the pack house for breakfast this morning, he'd been greeted by the sight of Kevin and Jacob working together to string a Happy Birthday banner in the foyer. Balloons and streamers dangled and dazzled about the stair banister and around the walls. Lily had even recruited the little ones to help make about a thousand and one cupcakes.

Kevin and Jacob's heads both snapped over to him. “You're shitting me, right?” Kevin asked. Atop the ladder he stood on, he placed a hand on his hip.

Changmin blinked. “I know it's someone's birthday; I can see it on the banner.” He threw his free hand in the direction of said item.

Kevin and Jacob exchanged looks with each other. Jacob was next to speak: “Changmin, do you seriously not know who's birthday it is?”

“No, am I supposed to?”

“Did you guys say Yn likes the firefly lanterns or the sparklers?” Juyeon waltzed in through the front door with his arms piled full of a smorgasbord of lighting arrangements. He nearly dropped one of the glass firefly lanterns (currently devoid of fireflies, luckily), and he just managed to fumble it between his fingers before it hit the ground and shattered.

Why would he ask what you…

The dots snapped together.

“Shit.”

The night had swelled into a symphony of merriment and mirth. The party everyone had thrown for you had sailed smoothly, with Eric and Haknyeon having dragged you back from your hike through the forest only to return to everyone's welcome and well wishes. Along with lovely songs, so much good company and food, and a massive cupcake with a candle staked in its frosting, the night simmered out with music and games in the town center as always.

But by the end, your energy was fizzled out, and you found yourself shoving your face into the mass of a familiar body.

His chuckle was warm as he cupped the back of your head, cradling you and pressing something sweet to the side of your head with his lips. “Tired, sweetheart?”

“Mmh,” you hummed, eyes fluttering closed. After a long day full of activity and energy, it was time to recharge. The two of you stood upon the inn's front porch where you usually shacked up when you weren't on the road for Changmin's job. At some point, you figured you would settle down somewhere more permanent, but there was a part of you that figured your counterpart's skin crawled at the idea of putting roots down somewhere.

Forever was permanent and long, but you were patient.

You heard him—felt him—clear his throat above you. “You—you’re not super tired, are you?” But as soon as he said that, he seemed to backpedal. “If you are, then it's okay. You need the rest.”

“What is it, Changmin?”

“It's nothing, I—”

You pulled back from him and arched a brow high. “Tell me.”

He winced to himself, cupping the back of his neck. You hadn't seen him so nervous before. “I—” he huffed as if he was working up the courage to say something, “Can I show you something?”

“Yeah, sure,” you said with a nod. You offered out your hand to him with a cheeky smile on your face. “Where to?”

Changmin's eyes darted from your face to your extended hand, then back up to your face. He slipped his hand into yours, fingers interlocking until your entwined hands hung between your bodies. “Upstairs,” he said, inclining his chin in toward the inn.

So upstairs, you ventured.

Instead of splitting yourselves up into two separate rooms like the very first time, you both shared a bedroom at the end of the second floor corridor. It wasn't like Changmin slept much anyway, so most nights you got free reign with bed space.

You didn't know why your heart began kicking up in speed as you approached the door. There wasn't anything out of the ordinary—no cliché rose petals strewn over the path, no candle light coming from beneath the door. You didn't expect anything of that sort from him, and frankly, you would have been suspicious if you ever witnessed something of that sort from him.

Changmin still hadn't said anything when you opened the door and let yourselves in. The bedroom was dark with only the light from the courtyard outside streaming through the slitted shutters on the window. There didn't seem to be anything new for him to show you here…

You sighed, letting go of his hand so you could massage your temples with the tips of your fingers. “I'm glad I didn't drink a lot tonight,” you mused, “I think I'm gonna need to train my tolerance back up again or something.”

“Yn,” he finally said, voice low.

You turned to face him, eyes wide as they adjusted to the darkness better. “Yeah?”

“It's on the nightstand.” Changmin shoved his hands into his pants pockets and if you weren't mistaken, there was a jittery energy about him.

“Right, okay.” A part of you became giddy at the thought that he got you something for your birthday—because that was what this was, right? Of course, you neither expected nor required something from him; you weren't even aware demons knew what a birthday celebration was.

Yet, you moved toward your side of the bed, leaning over to twist the lantern on to give the room a bit of warm light. Just as he said, there was something sitting on the nightstand beside your phone and the lamp.

Your heart stopped clean in your chest for a long second.

It was a ring.

There was no studded jewel at its apex; it was a band made of a dark material that gleamed like the color of mercury in the light. There seemed to be some kind of engraving on the side, but from where it sat, you couldn't make out exactly what it read.

You suddenly didn't know how to use your hands. Your fingers froze midair, unable to decide what to do with what sat there, waiting for you, calling out to you, for you.

“Changmin—” Your fingers miraculously managed to thaw and carefully pluck the ring into your grasp. You swiveled on your foot to face him, holding it up. He still stood where he'd been before like his feet were glued to the floor. “What… what is this?”

The organ in your chest hammered so hard against your chest that your ears were filled with the sound of rushing blood.

He swallowed. His dark irises flashed in the dim lantern light and you crossed the room to stand in front of him again. “It's—it’s a birthday present.” Changmin unconsciously scratched his bicep then gripped his arm. “I don't really know how birthday presents work, but you know, it seemed like an important thing, so it must call for something important in return,” he murmured, now cupping the back of his neck and trying to avoid your eyes.

It was interesting seeing him so flustered and grasping for an explanation.

“And I remembered that I—” When he raised his eyes to meet yours again, they searched your face. He lost his voice for a moment, all sense of thought. You still didn't know what he saw there to make him pause. A sigh fell from his lips. “When demons are born, they're given a naming ring,” he said quietly. “The stone used adjusts to the wearer's finger, so it can be worn all throughout their life. I guess it's kind of like a birthday celebration, just at the beginning of our lives.”

He motioned to the ring in your possession. “That's… that's mine. My name's in Latin on the side.”

Your thumb ran along the grooves carved into the stone, and though you didn't know Latin, you would commit the feel of his name to memory.

“Why are you giving this to me if it's so important to you, hm?” You asked softly.

“You're important to me.”

And if only every question between two people could be solved with so simple, yet so powerful an answer. You were positively devastated. “Oh, Changmin—”

He was quick to add, “If you don't want it and it's weird, then that's fine. I—”

“Changmin.”

“Yeah.”

“I love it. Thank you.”

“Oh.”

A smile curled itself onto your face and you saw it slowly reciprocate on his. You held up your hand, inspecting your fingers and wondering which you should wear it on. “Y'know,” you murmured, “Sena told me that the jewelry on each finger represents something.” You couldn't remember every one specifically, but you didn't have to doubt either of the ring fingers. Though this was no wedding ring, your right ring finger would do nicely.

“What does that one mean?” He asked quietly as you slid the band over your chosen digit. The stone was cool and smooth to the touch, and it seemed to fit exactly right, just as he said it would.

“Not really sure,” you confessed as he took your newly adorned hand into his. His thumb immediately went to feel his name curled around your finger. “Something that describes what you mean to me though.”

The light in Changmin's eyes was tender, warm, happy. He cupped the side of your face with his hand and brought his lips to your head, mouth lingering there for a second longer. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

a/n: it's not an engagement ring, so don't look at me like that. i'm Not Delusional, YOU ARE— (for those who need to know, the right ring finger is love and trust :'))

night terrors fic / collection

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[dreamingofep]

Sinned Awakening pt. 6🩸

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/Vampire Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond belief and your undeniable attraction makes you fear the unknown. Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, tension, angst, SMUT, cheating, fingering, mentions of blood,the usual dirty stuff

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 7.2K

A/N: Hello everyone!

Welcome to part 6! Thank you for patiently waiting! I couldn’t stop writing so it’s a bit long. I loved writing this part and cannot wait to hear what you think is going to happen next! Please let me know what you think in the comments or send me a message!

Thank you again!

Sorry for any spelling mistakes and overall goofs.🖤

You couldn’t believe you agreed, you actually said yes to Elvis. You’ll be working for him full-time and getting paid by him. It all feels so surreal and something that should not be happening considering that you’re getting into bed with him. At least you had a bit of morals and felt guilty about that part…

Putting on your uniform again, Elvis watches you with a curious smile, licking his bottom lip before speaking.

“Where you off to mama? What’s the rush?” He asks slyly.

You zip up the back of the skirt and blush at the pet name he gives you.

“Well, I do have some errands to attend to and you have to get ready for your show in a bit so I thought I’d leave,” you say politely.

“You can stay as long as you like. You don’t need an excuse to come or go. Just do as you please,” he says affectionately holding your face in his hand. You nod and smile as he leans in to kiss you.

It’s like a habit now, the way your body melts into his and sighs when he puts his hands on you. Feels better than anything on this earth.

Breaking the kiss, you place your finger on his wet lips.

“Thank you. You’re too nice to me,” you say defeated.

“Not everyone deserves it, but you do,” he proclaims, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

“Why don’t you come to the after-party tonight? They’re a lot of fun. I wanna keep enjoying ya. Get here at 2,” he says.

You grow full of self-doubt knowing the questions you would get bombarded with if you told Daniel you’re going out to one of Elvis Presley’s parties.

“I-I can’t. I wish I could l, it’s just that, Daniel is off today and would ask too many questions of why I was getting ready to go out so late,” you say.

His mouth forms into a devious smirk before speaking. “Bring him. I don’t mind, the more the merrier.”

“Elvis, no absolutely not. That is way too dangerous,” you say panicked.

“What baby? You afraid you can’t be on your best behavior around me and him?” You feel your cheeks blush and have to look down.

You could control yourself. At least you think you can. Him on the other hand, you weren’t so sure.

“I’ll be perfectly fine,” you say defiantly. “But you, you like to make a spectacle and I’m not sure if you can behave. Plus it would be too weird to just invite me. Seems awfully telling,” you glare at him.

“Not at all, how about I invite all of housekeeping? They probably can’t all make it but at least it won’t seem so obvious that I have you up here during the day begging for me,” he coos.

You suck in a sharp breath and grip tightly onto his arm. This is just a disaster waiting to happen. But he is so tempting, so alluring, it’s almost impossible to say no to him.

“Fine, I’ll get him to come too,” you say quietly.

“Perfect,” he smiles at you, “wear something pretty,” he teases, grabbing a handful of your ass making you squeal.

“Nothing is happening tonight. I have to go home with Daniel, you know this right,” you say sternly.

“Oh absolutely honey, I’ll let you go home being dissatisfied and everything,” he mocks.

You push at his chest and make him retreat back onto the bed. He sits firmly on the bed looking at you with want. He spreads his legs open so you can stand in between them, grabbing your waist and squeezing the soft flesh that resides there.

“I mean it, Elvis. No touching me or trying to tease me or anything like that. Promise me,” you say firmly, grabbing a fist full of his hair and making him grunt.

“I promise, as long as you are being good too,” he hums. He pulls you in closer, his lips almost touching yours. “And if you’re not good, you know what’s going to happen,” he teases.

“Mhmm, sure, whatever you say,” you roll your eyes at him. Before you walk away, you trail your hands down his bare chest, leaving little red marks, and grab his soft cock in your hand.

“You’re too tired to do anything anyway so I’m not afraid,” you boast. His classic crooked smile forms and nods his head.

You turn on your heels walk to the door and watch over your shoulder as he watches you walk away, plotting your demise.

*

Pulling up to your parking spot, you see Daniel’s car next to yours and groan. You really wish he wasn’t home or was out with some buddies.

You check your makeup in the visor mirror and make sure you look presentable.

Turning the key to the front door, you step inside where you find Daniel on the couch in front of the TV with a beer in his hand.

He glances at you then back to the TV, “Hey,” he says slurred.

“Hi honey, how are you,” you ask, trying to make this sound as normal as possible.

“Fine,” he grumbles. “Why are you late?”

“I’ve told you, I’m putting in extra hours since Elvis is playing here this month,” you explain.

“Can’t wait for that asshole to go back to Memphis already,” he scoffs, taking a drink of his beer and laughing to himself.

You have to pinch your hand to keep yourself from retorting back a snarky comment. You don’t know what he did all day, but the stench of alcohol filled the air.

“Yeah well, he invited all of housekeeping up to his party tonight in the penthouse. That means you too, so take a shower and get dressed,” you say matter-of-factly.

That snaps him out of his drunken state and stares you down.

“I’m not going to any party of his, and neither are you,” he hisses.

“I’m going. My friends from work will be there and I want to go. We never go anywhere together anymore. Just do this one thing for me,” you say through your teeth.

His eyes grow dark and he stands up, putting his bottle down on the coffee table.

“Fine, we’ll go. But we’re not staying long,” he grumbles.

He walks around you and heads for the bathroom. The slam of the bathroom door makes you jump but the excited butterflies fill your stomach.

You were going to an Elvis party. Based on the mess you had to constantly pick up, they were really wild and full of life. Sifting through your closet, you had no idea what to wear. He had only ever seen you wear your uniform and that wasn’t eye-catching at all. You wanted to look extra nice, but not too nice where he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. Elvis or Daniel.

This was such a bad idea. You knew this could blow up in your face tonight. Having your fiancé and the man you are sleeping with in the same room is bound for disaster.

You saw how dark Elvis’ eyes got when he suggested to bring Daniel. Like he wanted an altercation to happen. Like he’s been waiting for this. Nerves rattled you as you finally chose a dress to wear. It was an old black ruffled dress you had found at a little boutique down the road. But you liked the way you looked in it and it was just sexy enough. The length of it went above your knees and had short sleeves that went off your shoulders. You also pick out your bra and underwear. Your eyes instantly gravitated towards the black lace set with the flower detail on them. You never wore these and felt extra sexy in them.

Maybe Elvis would like them…

No, he’s not seeing them tonight. Control yourself.

You curl your hair in perfect ringlets, framing your face and falling across your shoulders gracefully. You haven’t gotten ready like this in forever and it made you feel so beautiful and full of confidence. Giving yourself and once over in the mirror, you blot some more makeup on your neck. The bruise was almost gone, but with how much this dress showed off your neck and the top of your chest, you didn’t want to draw any more attention to that area and get questioned, especially by Daniel.

Heading out to the living room, you see Daniel waiting for you at the door with an untucked red button-up that was wrinkled around the collar and black pants. He could have tried to be a bit more formal, but you weren’t about to start a fight on your way out the door. He looks you up and down and scoffs slightly to himself but you hear it still.

“Are you serious, you’re going to wear that?” He questions.

“What’s wrong with this dress? I’ve worn it before,” you retort.

“It's just revealing. You tryin’ to get Elvis’ attention or something?” He scoffs.

Your cheeks burn with anger, the pure hatred you feel for him is so palpable it makes you sick to even be in the same room as him.

You have no idea what attention I get from him…

“Let’s go,” you snap and grab the keys off the table.

“Wait,” he snaps back, “Where’s your engagement ring?”

Your heart begins to pound and you feel your tongue go dry.

“In my jewelry box, why?”

“Why aren’t you wearing it?”

“I don’t normally at work so I don’t lose it…” you try to deflect.

“You’re not going to work tonight, so wear it,” he scowls at you.

You stare at him coldly, unable to recognize the man you thought you loved many years ago. You turn to go to the bedroom and sift through your rings and finally find the small diamond band and shove it on your finger.

You drive in silence on the way to the hotel and the ride up the elevator feels awkward with Daniel breathing down your neck. You had no idea what kind of mood Elvis was going to be in but you hope everyone stayed civil.

The doors open and you walk down the crowded hallway. People are laughing and spilling drinks in their hands. You’ve never heard the penthouse so loud and it honestly was a nice change to how stone cold and quiet it is any time you’re up here.

You go through the double doors and are greeted by a man who offers you champagne. You graciously accept it and make your way through the crowd. There’s music playing throughout the living room area and smells of cigarettes fill the air. Maybe because you’ve been up here every day, but you can still pinpoint Elvis’ alluring scent, and makes you want to roll your eyes back.

Your eyes scan the crowd, hoping to see someone you know from work. You see the bright smile of Anna across the way and quickly make your way to her. She hugs you and pulls you to the side.

“Hey! Oh my gosh, you look great. Someone is gonna get lucky tonight. Where is Daniel anyway?” She asks.

You shrug at her, “he was right behind me. He probably wandered off already,” you say nonchalantly. “You look great too.”

“Y/n what’s wrong? Aren’t you happy to be here? When’s the next time we get invited to an Elvis party,” she says excitedly.

“It's just Daniel. He was being an ass before we left and you know how he gets when he drinks and this thing is just a disaster waiting to happen. God Elvis was insistent-“ you cut yourself off, realizing you shouldn’t say too much more.

She gives you a curious look and pulls at your arm, “What about Elvis?”

You shake your head at her, looking around for him in the sea of people.

“Anna, I can’t. I can tell you. I can’t pull you into any of this. I-I don’t know about anything anymore,” you whisper.

“You can tell me anything, you know that. I’m always here for you,” she assures you.

You smile at her and feel someone pull at your arm, making you jump.

You look up and see its one of Elvis’ men, dressed all in black as usual and sunglasses on covering their eyes.

“Mr. Presley would like to see you,” he says coldly.

You look back at Anna and she nods her head at you. You smile at her and look back at the man waiting to lead you through the crowd.

Squeezing through everyone, you make your way to the back corner of the suite.

There you see him, sitting down in a red velvet chair, legs spread open with a cane resting between them, and a young blonde sitting on his lap. Your ears burned seeing that girl sitting on him like that.

Jealousy.

White hot jealousy.

Why, you did not know why you felt so territorial over him. He didn’t belong to you. If anything, he belonged to everyone.

You can’t help but continue to stare at him. God, he looked good. He was wearing all white, his pants were perfectly tailored to fit those long legs of him and a silk button-up shirt buttoned down to the middle of his chest to show that tan chest. A small, bright, ruby gem sat on top of his cane and you watched as he swiveled his finger around the smooth top. You loved how those fingers worked so well, moving just like that inside you.

You suck in a sharp breath through your nose and try to collect yourself as you stand inches away from him. The girl continues to nestle up in the crook of his neck and whisper in his ear. You wanted to yank her out of his lap and sit there instead. His eyes narrow as he analyzes every move of yours.

The man that escorted you leaves and you realize most of his men are standing by and monitoring the crowd as Elvis is tucked in the corner, sitting away from most of them. You look back at him, and even though you can’t see his eyes well, they’re burning holes into your skin.

“Hello, Mr. Presley,” you say low, annoyance filling your voice.

He smirks at you, drinking in every inch of your body, licking his lips before he speaks.

“Why don’t you get something to drink baby I’ll be with you later,” he says to the girl, giving her ass a spank as she gets up. She quickly nods and gives him a forceful kiss on the mouth, her hand wandering down to his large bulge and squeezing there. It took everything in you to not scream your head off at her. You hated seeing him with another regardless of what he thought of you. She gives you a snarky look and bumps your shoulder as she makes her way out of the corner. You feel the rage boiling deep within you as you wait for him to say something.

“Well hello baby, looking so damn beautiful,” he says. You roll your eyes at him, “Oh please, you looked awfully busy with that chick. Why did you even bother to invite me?” You seethed.

His expression turns cold and he takes a deep breath before speaking.

“I’m just being Elvis Presley, honey. The most famous womanizer as you said yourself. Just playing the part,” he says through his teeth.

You look away, not wanting him to see the tears that are starting to form in your eyes.

He reaches for your hand and places a kiss on the back of it.

“You know I only want you.” He says sensually, his lips covering your hand with his love.

This captures your attention and you feel a zing go straight to your core as his soft lips touch your skin. He keeps ahold of your hand and rubs his thumb across your knuckles. He suddenly pauses and the smile disappears into a scowl.

“What the fuck is this?” He growls.

You glance down at the added pressure he’s putting on your ring finger and places his other hand on your waist, pulling you in between his legs.

“I’m just being like you, playing my part,” you scowl at him.

“You don’t love him, why would you even think about wearing this,” he hissed.

“Don’t you dare tell me how I should feel! You know nothing about me,” you say raising your voice, trying to squirm out of his tight grasp.

He quickly pulls you down onto his lap and you squeal at the sudden forcefulness. He takes your face and turns it toward him, making you look at his hurt eyes behind those glasses.

“You do not belong to him. He can’t take care of you the way I can. He doesn’t want you anymore,” he says.

You feel the tears begin to fall from your eyes and you want to run away from it all. Elvis brought up a new complicated aspect to your life and it makes your stomach turn. You don’t know if there was any redemption for your relationship and it seems like now there isn’t a glint of hope. You willingly slept with Elvis and proceeded to come up here every day and let him take care of every last desire.

You weren’t good.

He wasn’t good.

Both of you together were flames that would end in disaster.

“Stop. Stop saying that.” You whimper.

“I only speak the truth baby. Where is he anyway? I’d love to meet him,” he grumbles. He lifts you off his lap and stands up, searching the crowd. He gets in between his men who are blocking him off from everyone and towers over a good chunk of the crowd. His body language suddenly freezes and he slowly turns around, using a come hither motion with his finger to make you come to him.

You don’t want to do anything he wants, but the look on his face makes it seem like it’s something urgent.

“What,” you hiss, crossing your arms against your chest.

“That’s what,” he growls and points to the other side of the room. In the alcove in the hallway, you see Daniel pushing up a woman against the wall, his hands tangled in her hair, and him placing little kisses on her cheek and neck.

You look up at Elvis mortified.

“You can’t tell me that you think he loves you still,” he says low.

You feel the room spin, overwhelmed by all of this. You always knew deep down he was messing around, but to see it firsthand, hit you like a ton of bricks.

You brace yourself on the chair arm and try to slow your breathing.

Elvis sits back down in his seat calmly, resting his cane back in between his legs.

“I’m sorry you saw that. But you should know firsthand,” he says calmly.

The roll of tears falls across your cheek, burning like wildfire as you wipe it off your chin.

You nod at Elvis, acknowledging that you’re sorry too. He puts his hand on the small of your back and rubs circles there. You instantly feel comfort in his touch. You’re angry at yourself for feeling this way but it’s all so much. Having both of them in one room is suffocating and you want to run away right now.

“Stay with me tonight. You don’t need to go home,” he mutters, leaning back and looking at the back of your dress. His calloused fingers trace your bare skin that is showing in the back of the dress, making small circles there and giving you goosebumps.

“Elvis, please. Don’t make this difficult. I need to figure out what to do,” you whimper.

“I’m trying to make it easier honey. Having you be with someone who will actually protect you and care for you,” he explains.

Your heart wants to give in to him fully but your brain refuses to let you do so. All of this feels too easy. Too put into place.

“No, I’ll go home by myself,” you say. He tugs at the back of your dress, keeping you from running away.

“Stay baby, please. You don’t need to fight me,” he mutters. His hand drifts lower and lower until he is running his hand up the backs of your thighs. You sigh at his touch, in such desperate need of him already. His fingertips then dance on the inside of your thighs, making you gasp for air.

His hand moved up and finds the swell of your ass, lightly squeezing there before gliding back down to your legs. You glance over at him, licking his lip, looking at you with a desperate need for attention.

“Let me give you somethin’. Something I’ve been dying to give you since you left,” he teases.

You groan quietly, his enticing words hitting your core and making you feel the wetness start to cover your panties.

“Elvis, not here. Not now,” you attest.

“Let me help you forget about what you just saw. Take all your worries away,” he stipulated. You feel his finger graze your covered folds, making you gasp.

“What is my pretty girl wearing under there hmm? Did you wear these just for me?” He teases, rubbing his finger more, feeling the wetness that is soaking through, and moaning softly. You’re certain he can hear how loudly your heart is thumping. The way he’s grinning as he watches your chest rise and fall rapidly. Your eyes scan the room and hope to God that no one can see what he’s doing to you.

“I-I, black lace. Black lacey panties,” you huff, “and yes I wore them hoping you’d see them tonight,” you admit weakly.

He audibly groans and you almost see his dark eyes behind the sunglasses he’s wearing.

“Oh fuck, I already know you look so sexy in them. Come sit down mama,” he says gesturing to his lap.

You knew nothing could make this night worse than Daniel seeing you sitting on Elvis’ lap, but there were other wondering eyes here that worked for the hotel.

“I shouldn’t. I’m trying to be good, remember?” You look at him longingly.

“Well now I want you to be bad and sit down,” he grumbles. You shake your head no at him and watch the annoyance shroud his face.

He moves the cane around to the side you are standing on and adjusts in his seat. You suddenly feel the cold gem press against your covered wet folds. You jump at the sudden sensation and he starts to put more pressure on you, moving the cane back and forth causing a delicious friction on your pussy.

“Elvis,” you grunt, trying to move away from the end of his cane.

He uses his other hand to stop you, keeping you still and pulling you closer to him.

“You really want to run away from me now? Before I give you what you want. Why did you wear these panties tonight? They weren’t to go home with Daniel,” he says coldly.

He was right, you wanted to steal his attention yet again and get covered with his praise. The way you wanted him to fuck you to no end and have you begging for more.

“I wore them for you. To turn you on and tempt you,” you whimper.

He groans heavily, “fuck, such a bad girl. Trying to get another man’s attention,” he reprimands.

“I know, it’s bad. It’s so wrong. But I can’t help it, I’m sorry,” you pant.

“Oh, it’s one of the worst sins to commit honey. There’s no redemption from this. Just have to keep enjoying it then,” he tantalizes.

You stay still letting him tease to no end. He doesn’t need to touch with his hands to know where you need the most attention. He rubs the gem on your clit, almost making you see stars. Your hand grapples onto the chair’s arm, trying not to make a noticeable sound. Elvis makes content murmurs, watching you try not to writhe in front of dozens of people.

You suddenly feel his finger hook into your panties and pull them to the side. The cold air hits you and you snap your head over to him, eyes wide with caution.

“Doing so good,” he encourages. You feel his finger glide through and spread you open. You bite your lip and try to stay quiet.

He puts the top of the cane back on your folds, your slick gathers on the top of it and you know you can’t hold it together much longer. That’s when you feel him tease your hole with it, slowly pushing it inside your entrance. You gasp, shooting him a look of fear and shock.

He bites his lip, keeping your eyes locked to his and moving the cane ever so slowly. Your breathing quickens and you shut your eyes, trying to not get out of hand.

“Elvis please, I can’t do this,” you whine.

He doesn’t listen, he just keeps looking back at the cane nestled underneath your dress and the squelching sounds your pussy is making because of it. You let out a moan, needing some kind of relief.

Looking down at him with that mischievous smirk on his face, you notice his cock getting harder the longer you stare at it. Those perfect pants looked skin-tight already and were begging to be ripped off. You watch his length twitch, waiting to be touched by you.

He pulls the cane from underneath you and gasp, not expecting him to stop so suddenly. Moving it to the front of his legs, you see his fingers and the top of it glistening with your slick.

“Oh baby, so needy aren’t ya?” He teases. You cross your legs, trying to stop the wetness from spilling out of you and down your thighs. You grab onto his bicep, squeezing the toned muscle there as you try to subside the throbbing in between your legs.

Elvis pulls at your wrist, having you move to the front of him, and sits you down on his strong thigh. His hand quickly finds the inside of your thigh and teases lightly, so close to your core where you need him the most. His middle finger finds your swollen bud and rubs there, making your eyes roll back as you bury your face into his neck. He pulls your hair away from your face and tucks the loose strands behind your ear.

“I want you to meet me in my bedroom. Wait a few minutes after I leave, then go in. This pussy is just crying for me to stuff it,” he groans, entering a digit inside you, curling it ever so slowly, then quickly taking it out.

You whimper frustratedly, but nod in agreement. You get off of him, looking at his straining erection, and feel your arousal spill out of you.

Hiding in the corner, you wait patiently as he said and make sure it’s not too obvious that you’re going into the same room as him. You keep scanning the crowd for any wondering eyes but you don’t see any. Daniel isn’t in sight thank God, but the anger you felt toward him was still raging inside you.

None of that mattered right this second, you were going to deal with it later and figure out what to do. Right now, you knew Elvis wanted you. He’s shown that time and time again that he wants you on a different level than any man has ever shown you. As intense as it was, you loved the attention he gave you and would let him give it to you. Especially now. Tonight you needed him to show you extra attention.

Taking one last glance around, you duck down and make it through the crowd and make it to the door connecting to Elvis’ room. You quickly open the door, just a small enough crack to let yourself in then quickly shut the door and lock it. You make your way through the small living room area and back to his bedroom, seeing him nowhere in sight.

“Elvis?” You whisper.

It’s so quiet here compared to the lively living room.

The bathroom door opens and his shirt is fully unbuttoned and he took off his glasses, showing his more lively blues. They haven’t been this bright in a few days and you don’t understand how they shift so drastically. Nonetheless, they’re incredibly beautiful and just as mesmerizing.

“Hi, darlin’. I just needed a second sorry. God, you look so beautiful tonight. How did you think I was gonna stay away from you wearing that?” He teases.

You look down and blush, playing with the ruffles at the bottom of your dress. A burst of confidence rushes through your body and slowly creeps to him. Your fingertips find the zipper at the back of your dress and pull it down, letting it drop to your feet as you continue to get closer to him.

“I was hoping… it would look just as good on your floor as it did on me,” you quip. His eyes look drunk on you as he drools over your matching underwear and bra. The black lace set was one of your favorites. You hardly ever wore it because, who was actually going to see it? But this made you even more confident in getting your way with him.

He nods his head at you, biting his lip softly and pulling the rest of his shirt off.

You stand before him, not touching him yet but can feel the coldness of his body come off of him. You place your hand on his cool chest, looking up at him as your hand practically feels like a branding iron compared to him.

“Honey, are you feeling okay?” You ask concerned. You feel him tremble beneath you,

“I just need you. That’ll make me feel better,” he says almost drunkenly.

You stretch up on your tippy toes and pull at the base of his neck.

“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere,” you coo.

His lips meet yours and it feels like fireworks have gone off in your head. Everything about him is electric and captivating. His hands pull your waist into his, sliding his hands down to your ass and squeezing. You moan into his mouth, loving the way he knows just where to touch you.

He walks you backward, leading you to the bed. Lifting you up on the bed, you sit there waiting for him to tell you what to do. You’re too eager to let him take your bra and panties off and just do it yourself. He gives an amused chuckle as he watches you strip naked in front of him. He quickly sheds his pants off of himself and climbs onto the bed too. He sits up with the pillows behind his back and spreads his legs open.

Your eyes get drawn to his large cock and feel the throbbing get worse inside you. His hand pulls back his foreskin, showing you his leaking head. You can’t help but moan and crawl in between those long legs.

“Take what you want Mama,” he says, his voice pulling you in like a siren.

There is only one thing you want, no, need right now and that’s for him to fuck you enough to make you forget about this awful night.

You straddle his hips and take his cock in your hand, pushing it up to your folds.

“I wanna fuck you all night. I want to forget about what I saw out there. I only want you tonight,” you whimper.

He has a big smile on his face when he hears that and pulls your head in for a kiss. You moan into him, liking how he feels underneath you, knowing he’s going to do everything in his power to make you feel good with him.

He lifts your body up by your hips so you’re hovering over his cock. You look down at his impressive length and grab onto his shoulders. You carefully sink down onto him and you both groan heavily, your walls hugging his cock tightly. He cusses under his breath and watches you fuck him ever so slowly.

He feels so good inside you, filling you up slowly as you bob up and down taking more as the minutes pass. He has a firm grip on your hips, helping you move more. You watch as his jaw drops and breathes heavier as you move faster on him. You groan and try your best to adjust around his cock. This new angle hit all the spots you wanted to be touched. His large hands cup your breasts and roll your nipples in between his fingers. He knows to put the perfect amount of pressure on them to make you moan for more. The sensation of him filling you and him playing with your nipples has you on the edge of ecstasy.

You begin to bounce on him faster, pressing that spot deep inside you that you love so much.

“Oh Elvis, fuck that feels so good,” you groan.

He groans too, moving his hips with you to get deeper inside you. You want to cry out his name and ride him all night like this.

He puts his hand around your neck and lightly squeezes, giving you the most delicious sensation.

“I know baby. You feel perfect. Squeezin’ my cock so damn tight,” he growls.

You struggle to get air, too many emotions flooding your senses at once making it hard to breathe. You ride him faster, chasing the orgasm you feel is coming any moment now. By the look on his face, you can tell he can feel your walls starting to flutter and ready to come apart any second now. He pounds his hips up harder into you, making you cuss his name and pull at his hair.

You squeeze your eyes shut feeling that familiar feeling bubble up to the surface when you hear a loud commotion outside. You try to block it out but it gets increasingly loud, moving closer to the bedroom.

That’s when you hear a familiar voice that makes you stand still.

Daniel’s voice.

Yelling and screaming at people.

You look at Elvis petrified. He looks more annoyed than anything else.

“It’s okay baby my guys will handle it,” he grumbles. “I want you to come for me,” he demands, pushing his hips up and sinking deep inside you.

You moan, wanting to listen to his orders but too frazzled Daniel could try and burst through that door any second. You grind on the base of his cock and you hold onto him tight, your breathing picking up. You moan loudly, feeling that coil in your belly about to snap.

Where is he! Why did he take her!?

You look at Elvis again and want to run and hide.

“Elvis, fuck,” you groan, trying to get off of him. He sinks you back down on his length tho, a possessive fire in his eyes and he fucks you harder.

“You’re coming for me. Not leaving this bed,” he says darkly. You can’t help the moans coming out of your mouth. You should be more mortified you two could be caught but instead, it excites you more than ever. You cry out his name louder, so close to orgasm.

He gives you a sly little smirk, “that’s right baby, moan my name louder. Tell him how much you love this cock,” he groans, snapping his hips harder. You scratch at his forearms, trying to keep quiet but it’s no use.

“Elvisss! Ahh,” you cry, pressing your lips together.

This must feed his ego in some way, having his way with you and knowing your fiancé is going berserk trying to find you.

One last snap of his hips and it’s all over, you see stars behind your closed eyes and cry out his name again. Your walls squeeze him hard, milking him over and over and he can’t help but groan with you. Your hips grind faster on the base of his cock, his soft pubes rubbing on your clit as you continue to chase the high he’s giving you.

His eyes look like they’re on fire, so focused on you and blocking out anything else that might be happening out there. He’s never fucked you like this. It was possessive. Like he was trying to prove something.

You feel his rhythm underneath you become uneven and his breathing labored like never before. You swivel your hips in an O shape and he looks at you starved.

“Goddamn honey that pussy. It’s all mine. Tell me it’s all mine,” he grunts, grabbing your throat once again.

Your brain freezes and all you can focus on is his cock stuffing you so completely and the way his possessive words have you in a tight chokehold. It’s impossible to say no.

“Y-yes, it’s yours,” you whimper, gasping for air.

You try to figure out where he’s gonna cum in this position but as your hips continue to swivel, that’s when you feel it.

His cock twitches over and over again inside you, filling you with his warm seed. It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. It’s all so much, the way you feel him coat your walls with his thick cum. You grab onto his shoulders and ride him faster, your skin slapping against his and the squelching coming from where you two are intertwined.

“Fuck yes, baby. All mine. All mine,” he snarls. His whole demeanor is animalistic, the way his pupils are so dilated, they almost look black as lust rushes through his veins. They way he bites his lower lip, concentrating on his prey (you).

He slows down and lets you collapse on his chest. He holds you close, both of your breathing ragged. You just about jump out of your skin when you hear loud knocking on the door.

“Where is she?!?” Daniel bellows. You hear Elvis’ men trying to pull him back into the main part of the suite but they aren’t succeeding. You are paralyzed with fear. This is it. He’s gonna find out. The night you both find out how unfaithful you both are.

Elvis is seething now, he makes an audible growl and lifts you off of him, and lays you down on your back. You make a little squeak with his forcefulness and stare at him scared. You start to feel his arousal seep out of you and Elvis’ keen eyes see it. Before stepping off the bed, he plunges his two fingers deep inside you making you cry out.

“Mmm, keep me inside you. This is all mine,” he grunts, twisting his fingers for emphasis. You have to cover your mouth from the scream you want to let out. He quickly pulls his fingers out and gets off the bed as the banging on the door gets louder. The rattling of the doorknob also gets louder, you’re almost sure he’s going to break it off. Elvis grabs his robe off the back of the door and ties it around his waist.

You watch mortified as he casually unlocks the door and opens it slightly.

“Where the FUCK is she-,” Daniel screams at Elvis before cutting him off.

“You need to go home. She’s not here. She’s out with Anna. Do not go looking for her and go straight home,” he says in a perfectly calm, monotone voice.

“Okay, as you wish,” Daniel says back, his voice calm and lucid, almost like he’s in a trance. You had never heard Daniel agree to much but the way he didn’t even put up a fight with Elvis completely shocked you.

Elvis calmly shuts the door and starts to walk back to the bedroom. Making his way through the living room, he swipes at the lamp on the side table and it smashes in a thousand pieces. He yells in frustration, throwing anything that is in his sight. The sound of glass shattering fills the suite and your heart pounds because of it.

“Sack of shit!” He yells.

You get out of bed and your brain scrambles what to do next. You want to try to calm him down but you know your words aren’t going to help.

“Elvis? What did you do to him…” You whimper.

“He doesn’t fucking deserve you y/n!” He rasped.

You don’t know what to say. You have to agree with him based on the events that you saw tonight, you were furious at him. But right now Elvis was also making you scared. He possessed a power you couldn’t fully explain. You could feel his power and energy whenever you were near him but this was so much more intense.

He stops and runs his hand through his hair angrily, his breathing heavy and labored.

You need air, you need a second to process everything that just happened and calm yourself down.

You quickly get off the bed and run to the bathroom. Quickly locking the door, you push your back to it, sinking down as you feel the world around you crumbling. You try to focus on your breathing, slowly inhaling through your nose, and slowly exhaling out your mouth.

You stand back up and hunch over the sink, turn on the faucet, and splash some water water on your face. The cold helps you relax and regroup your thoughts. This was all such a mess. You didn’t want to go home but knew you eventually would have to and face the truth.

You didn’t love Daniel anymore.

He proved it to you time and time again and it was time to break things off. Where you were going to go? You had no idea but one thing at a time.

You turn to grab a face towel off the shelf behind you. The pile falls onto the floor and you groan. You were the one that put those up there so it wasn’t anyone’s fault but your own. You bend down to pick them up and refold them when you notice a crimson color in the corner of your eye.

There was toilet paper that had smeared blood on it and concern filled your mind. You didn’t notice any cuts on Elvis and were confused when this happened. You lift the toilet paper and your stomach hurls. There you see a small vile with a cork top, red liquid coating the clear vile. Blood? No that doesn’t make any sense. What the hell was this…

You hear a soft knock at the door and freeze.

“Honey, are you okay in there?” Elvis’ soft sensual tone bleeding through the otherwise tense atmosphere.

You slowly make your way to the door and unlock it. His bright smile greets you when you open the door and stare at him in confusion. You have the vile in your hand and look up into his stormy eyes.

“What is this? What the hell are you doing to yourself?” You spat in a panicked rage.

He carefully picks up the vile and lid from your hand and looks down at you in disappointment.

“Nothing that should concern you,” he growls.

“Don’t do this! Don’t deflect like you always do!” You raise your voice, pulling at his robe.

He takes a deep breath and looks into your eyes.

“I’m sick, and this is what helps me. Can I leave it at that?” He huffs.

“No, tell me the truth,” you scowl.

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Unlike the waves of the Suminoe

Word count: 2,793

Summary: It's Azul's birthday, and despite Azul's policies about gifts, Yuu insists on giving his crush a birthday present.

Pairings: Azul Ashengrotto x Yuu Fujisaki (implied)

A/N: Happy birthday to my bestest boy mwah💕

Companion/continuation fic can be found here! Also I will add the companion art tmrw im so tired fr

Taglist: @kazumify @the-trinket-witch @yavya

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"I know you don't usually accept these, but... happy birthday." Against his better judgment, Yuu extended the carefully gift-wrapped package to Azul. His eyes glued to the floor as a sudden bashfulness filled his body. For once, he was grateful that Vil had forced him to wear that full-coverage foundation.

Somehow, someway, Yuu had been roped into being Azul's interview host for his birthday party, whatever that was supposed to entail.

It was a long-standing tradition in Night Raven College to make these grandiose celebrations for students; The entire dorm would be decorated to its max splendor and the birthday boy would be awarded all sorts of gifts; even receiving a specially tailored suit that fit the year's theme. Is that where the budget to fix Ramshackle dorm went? Either way, Yuu couldn't really complain. After all, he was awarded the same luxuries when his own birthday came along. Kalim and Vil made sure of that.

The festive atmosphere that engulfed the Octavinelle dorm was also a welcome change of pace. With the VDC approaching, practice was getting more and more intense. So when the opportunity arose to finally relax and pig out on junk food and sweet treats, practically everyone jumped at the chance— even if the birthday boy wasn't particularly well-liked by most members of the NRC Tribe.

It also was exciting to be able to candidly ask Azul about himself for once. Whenever they met up, they seldom talked about each other, often their conversations being engulfed by work or contracts rather than other, more casual topics one would normally talk about with friends. Yet, as host, Yuu was allowed the rare opportunity to run an honest-to-goodness interview without running the risk of being blackmailed by the octomer, something he couldn't just pass by.

It was pleasant to hear about Azul's birthday memories first-hand, and he even got to learn about his family traditions. He spoke plainly and happily about his parents, the ristorante they had back at the coral sea, and his own thought processes behind his management of the lounge. Yuu reveled in that moment of subtle vulnerability. It was nice not having to read between words for once.

Now that the interview was over, though, Azul went back to his all-business persona as he cheerfully greeted guests and accepted well-wishes, often recommending dishes in-between or proposing deals. It was only until the very end of the party that Yuu could catch his attention again and pull him aside to an empty table.

The wrapping paper crinkled as he clutched the gift harder and slightly bowed— his body moving on its own before he could even think. Despite being in Twisted Wonderland for more than a semester now, he still couldn't shake up some of the rigid mannerisms from back home.

Perfect, now he looked more like a fool.

"Ah. I think you've wished me happy birthday... three times already?" Azul's laugh ringed on Yuu's ears. Melodious and sweet. Genuine even, compared to his usual tone. "But if you know my rules, then you should've known already I can't take it." Despite his statement, Azul tentatively took the package and examined it.

It didn't look like anything special. A flat, hand-sized rectangle that was wrapped in modest striped lavender paper from Sam's shop. Yuu had done this intentionally. He thought if the gift looked inconspicuous enough, Azul would accept it without protesting, but it seemed he had underestimated his crush's stubbornness.

"It's a dumb rule." Yuu quickly retorted. "I don't need or want anything in return, Azul. It's literally your birthday." He finally found the courage to look up. As his eyes were met with Azul's smile, he couldn't help but return it with his own, his only hope being that it wasn't too dopey or lovesick. "And honestly, you're already allowing me the joy of giving. Isn't that enough payback?"

"If you word it like that, I suppose that's enough." He laughed again, and Yuu's heart did a flip. "What is it?"

"You'll have to open it to find out."

"Can't you just tell me?"

"That's not how this works, come on—" Yuu let himself laugh as he finally sat beside him and averted his gaze towards the cutlery on the table. Maybe if he didn't have to look him directly in the face, his anxiety would fade slightly.

He nudged the present closer and held his breath as Azul unwrapped the package, careful not to rip the paper. If he were from earth, Yuu thought, Azul would be the type of person that would save them to wrap other gifts.

"A bookmark?" He held the wooden charm up. The delicately carved slab was decorated at the bottom corner with a wave pattern— the closest Yuu could guide Rook to paint on with his limited artistic talent to reflect the ones he'd seen at home. At the top, a braided satin tassel was looped through a small hole, tied into a rope.

"I- I'm not good with crafts like these, so I commissioned Epel and Rook to help me out with some—... I wanted to give you something you could use." Yuu tried his best not to trip over his words as he explained. Why was he even explaining himself, though? His plan was to just give him the package and dip, but instead, Yuu was now hunched forward, one finger pointing at the details he wanted Azul to take notice of.

"Thank you. It is indeed quite a useful gift." Azul's voice softened, but Yuu couldn't really gauge what he truly thought about the gift without looking at him— something he refused to do. "Is this design common where you come from?"

"Yes, the pattern here is called a seigaiha. It's meant to represent ocean waves. Though Rook did take some artistic liberties on his interpretation."

"And this?" Azul's hand slid to the complex knot at the top. His curiosity slightly encouraging Yuu.

"It doesn't mean anything specifically, but I wanted to mimic an omamori— a good luck charm." He answered before averting his eyes again in embarrassment. "That's the only part I contributed with manually."

"It's still very intricate. Though I'm a bit insulted that you think I need a lucky charm." He felt Azul's weight shift beside him as he leaned on him for a few seconds. He knew it was a friendly nudge, but that still didn't help Yuu feel any less flustered.

"Everyone needs a little luck every once in a while, besides—" Yuu guided Azul's hand and flipped the bookmark to its backside, which had a small, white rectangle painted at its center. "It doesn't have the spell that makes it lucky written on it."

"So there is magic in your world." Azul's voice gained a smug tone, that one he used so often whenever he wanted to tease Yuu. Usually, he would just laugh along and reciprocate with a quip of his own, but his brain was already working overtime with just maintaining his composure. Thankfully, Azul didn't seem to notice as he continued. "Then, shouldn't you write something? It's your gift, after all."

"I am magicless, remember? It wouldn't work. Besides, my handwriting's kind of ugly. I didn't want to ruin it."

"I don't think— nevermind." He felt Azul's posture falter for a second. "What I meant is that... It'd be nice to get a message from you. But if you say so, I suppose it's for the best then."

Yuu's eyes darted up. Did Azul sound... disappointed? If he did, he didn't show it. His expression was as inscrutable as always, his lips curled into that all-business smile as his delicate fingers ran through the blank slate.

God, he was gorgeous.

And it was getting very difficult to keep denying him, especially on his birthday.

"I may... know something I could write on."

"Oh?" Azul turned to him, head tilting in curiosity. "What do you have in mind?"

"I don't want it to be something menial like a 'happy birthday' or a regular well-wishes message. That'd be a disservice to Rook and Epel's work. So instead, I thought.... I know a certain poem I could write instead."

"You're writing me a poem?" Azul's smile widened, and he crinkled his eyes smugly, having found the perfect opportunity to tease Yuu. "I didn't take you for a romantic. Or a writer for that matter."

"And I didn't take you for an insufferable tease, and yet here we are." He flicked a finger to Azul's temple, Azul flinching in return. "I'm not writing you a poem. I'm writing a poem. Pragmatics, 'Zul-kun."

"But it is directed at me, no? So you are writing it for me." The boy chuckled as he moved a hand to his forehead, rubbing the spot where Yuu flicked at him. "Shame I won't be getting an original. It would skyrocket the bookmark's value."

"You can't afford me." Yuu retorts, returning Azul's smug and cheeky smile with one of his own.

"I doubt that. What are your rates?"

"I'll discuss with my associates and get back to you."

The two let out a low chuckle as the conversation naturally veers back to their usual dynamic. And Yuu gives himself the luxury to lightly nudge Azul, extending their contact for just a little precious second longer. "Now I'm curious, though. What poem are you going to write for me?"

"It's just a short thing. Back from a collection of poems that are pretty famous back home." Yuu explains, not truly wanting to get into the thick of it just yet. If only to make their conversation longer.

"And?" Azul leans closer, not buying Yuu's humble description. They have known one another for long enough that Yuu wouldn't just bring it up if it was that trivial.

"And, it's also become a kind of card game because of its fame. It's called Hyakunin Isshu karuta."

"A hundred people, a hundred poems, huh?" Azul perks up, leaning forward and placing his palms on his chin. "Must be quite a challenge to memorize all of them."

"Oh, not really." Yuu smiles in spite of himself, and he sees Azul frown in return. He quickly wipes the smile off his face and coughs. "I mean- they are quite short. Just 5 verses each, split in two. So they're not that hard to memorize. Much like a couple of songs or an album by your favorite artist..."

"I get it. A simple game of memorization." Azul's interest seemed to have returned. "So what you're telling me is that if I memorize all 100 poems, I could win this game?"

"Well, yes. But you also have to be quick enough. Some competitive players can spot the matching card to a poem in seconds."

Azul hums, straightening back on his seat. "That's an interesting premise. You must come to the board game club one day and explain in more detail, I wouldn't mind investing in creating a deck for us to play."

"Maybe I'll buy you a set for your next birthday." Yuu smiles to himself at the tacit promise of celebrating another year with Azul by his side, even if it's just as friends.

"I'll hold you to that." Azul taps his finger on the table, then leans closer to him. "Now, about this mystery poem..." He trails off, urging Yuu to start writing.

A soft light emerges from his right hand and his signature fishbone quill materializes, shimmering that bright golden hue that illuminated part of the table.

Yuu carefully takes it. The last time he'd used it was when he signed those dreaded contracts in what seemed forever ago. He never expected he would've become so close with Ashengrotto when he was presented with the deals, much less catch feelings for him.

"Since you're being so annoying, maybe I'll just write half of it."

"So you're giving me half a gift? How stingy of you. Since when did you become such a cheapskate?"

"Shush." Yuu turns to Azul, placing a finger on his own lips. "The bookmark is the gift. The poem's just an add on you insisted on." He says, then places the tip of the quill atop the slate, slowly and meticulously starting with the first line. "Besides, think of it as a challenge; I'm giving you three fifths of a full poem. Can you guess what the last two lines are before next year?"

"That's terribly unfair." Azul stifles a giggle, his eyes following each and every one of Yuu's movements as he writes. "How will I be able to know?"

"Oh, I'm sure you'll come up with something..." Yuu hums, tracing the line of a kanji until he's sufficiently satisfied with its thickness. "You're smart like that."

Azul only hums back in agreement, then chimes in once more "What is a 'Suminoe'? You have to at least explain to me the foreign terms."

"It's the name of a beach. I thought it'd be fitting given the bookmark's pattern." Yuu answers, mentally measuring the length of the third and final line. "All poems of this type have something relating to nature."

"And so, you thought of an ocean themed poem."

"Correct." Yuu nods, flicking the nib to finish his last stroke.

He couldn't quite discern from just Azul's tone if the comment was condescending, interested, disappointed, or entirely neutral about the poem's subject. Azul's voice already had a melodic and dramatic tilt to it when he talked. And the cadence of his words were so meticulously controlled to give so much information about his mood, they were a puzzle in itself.

"... I think I'm done." Yuu hands his finished message to Azul, who adjusts his glasses as he carefully inspects the writing on the slab.

As he reads the few lines repeatedly, Yuu watches his eyebrows pinch and his lips purse, and his heart skips a beat when Azul's expression slowly turns into a disappointed grimace.

"... I don't get it." He sighs, dejected, and places the bookmark down on the table

That was a risk Yuu always had to account for; that his references or sayings would be misunderstood or flew over people's heads. Especially when he'd just chosen to write half a tanka, famously known to need those last two lines to bring out the full context of the message. Usually, Yuu wouldn't even bother to say anything that could incur the confusion of others, but, with Azul, there was a benefit to being cryptic; It kept him interested.

Azul was so curious, so hungry for knowledge, he would eat up any and all information Yuu gave him. And whatever he didn't understand, he was eager to make it so he would the next time it was mentioned. At some point, Yuu started to intentionally include some of Earth's locations and slang, just to have the pleasure to explain to Azul anything that would pique his interest. It was nice to have an excuse to talk about home... especially when the listener was so eager to learn.

"It's incomplete. You're supposed to find the words to make it make sense to you." Yuu chuckles, handing Azul the quill back and leaning his cheek to rest on his fist. "I think it'd be interesting to see what meaning you extract from those words, then later see how closely it matches the authors." He smiles, but Azul only returns his gesture with a pout.

"Fine. I suppose it would be interesting to try out." He sighs and makes the quill disappear with a snap of his fingers. "But I would've rather had a full poem to think about."

"You're no fun."

"Perhaps I am not. But you'll still try to complete the poem?"

"Of course I will. That is, if I can't manage to pry those last verses from you."

"Over my dead body."

Azul chuckles once more, and, as he is called over by one of the employees of the lounge, Yuu watches him leave the table and bids his goodbyes, taking the gift from the table and putting it in his coat pocket.

Success.

He stays there seated for a while, watching as Azul weaves through the crowds and stops at some instances to entertain the guests. No rhythm or pattern, he just melded into the crowd seamlessly only to pop up once again somewhere else.

In a way, Yuu compared it to a delicate dance. A push and pull of socialization and taking times for himself to recharge. A beautiful view in his eyes.

Maybe that's why he chose that poem. Something that reminds him of Azul's nature of hiding, camouflaging, a figure so ethereal he felt it could only be seen from afar.

Unlike the waves that come up to the shore of Suminoe, in the gathered night.

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[orbitariums]

poison | steve harrington x black female reader

a little steve harrington x black reader imagine set in the 90s 

contains: use of daddy, praise + degradation, etc

enjoy!

     Steve couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You were bent over at your vanity, elbows perched like a doll on the white marble top while you squeezed out clear lip gloss from a tube. It was that sticky 99 cent kind from the hair store that stuck to Steve’s lips whenever he kissed you, leaving behind a sickly sweet taste that he yearned for more of all the time. 

    And that dress you were wearing. A simple white dress that clung to your body, hung onto every curve so unforgivingly. The contrast of the white against your skin tone made your color pop. He almost couldn’t stand the thought that other people would get to see you like this, and he made a mental note in his head at that very moment to be by your side at every moment of that party. Not because he didn’t trust you, but because he wanted everyone to know that you were his, without a sliver of doubt. 

    Watching you pucker your lips and dab delicately at the bit of  gloss that strayed from the outlines of your perfect lips became too much for Steve, who had been sitting on the bed behind you with an almost glazed over look in his heavy-lidded eyes. He sat up and stood right behind you, his body flush with yours. 

He keeled over you and you felt your breath, warm against his neck, before you heard his voice. 

    “Baby, let’s just skip the party, hmm? Let’s stay home.”

You knew Steve had nothing but lust running through his mind when his hand found its way up your body and onto the curvy flesh of your chest and he took a squeeze. 

    You smiled, shaking your head and leaning away out of Steve’s grasp so you could keep prettying yourself up. 

    “Steve, we are going to this party. It’s Ariana’s birthday, I really don’t wanna miss it. She throws the illest parties, too.”

Steve was relentless, swaying along with you and playfully nipping at your chin, grabbing your sides with a soft grip,

    “Mm-mm. I’m keeping you right here, all night. I want you to myself.”

    “Mhm, keep dreaming lover boy,” you replied offhandedly, rummaging through your vanity dresser for blush. 

When he realized you weren’t giving in to his boyish charm, he pouted dramatically, sitting back on the bed with noticeable force. You turned back to face him when you heard the way the springs creaked angrily with his body weight.  

    “Can you relax?” you asked, rolling your eyes playfully.

    “Just let me fuck you one time before we go,” Steve practically begged.

    “Steve!”

    “Fine,” Steve bleated monotonously, folding his arms and deadpanning like a child denied a piece of candy. “But you better behave tonight.”

    You didn’t take him seriously, but a few hours later, boy did you wish you would’ve.

You pulled up to the party not long after, of course not without having to practically tear Steve off of you all throughout the journey through your house to the car and then to the door of the party, which was held on college campus in Ariana’s sorority. The music was blasting and you could hear it even before you walked in—the song Poison to be specific. You danced a little beside Steve while waiting for the door to open, and he just stood there watching you with that horny little smile on his face. 

    “Yo!” greeted a friendly voice as the door opened. It was one of your mutual friends, one out of many people who had taken a liking to “white boy Steve,” as your entire friend group called him. Steve paid no mind to the nickname, in fact he had grown accustomed to it and he honestly loved it. It was like second nature to him. “White boy Steve, what’s up, my man?”

    You watched Pierce, the guy who had opened the door, reach out his hand to dap Steve up. Steve dapped him up accordingly, then pulled him into a hug. Pierce greeted you as well and welcomed the both of you in, alerting everyone that white boy Steve had arrived. He was in fact, the only white boy for miles on this campus, which was populated by mostly Black and Latinx students. But even with his gelled up hair and a demeanor similar to that of a frat boy, he fit right in. 

    The party had already gotten started. The house smelled of smoke and liquor, and the floor shook with all the dancing feet pounding against it. It was crowded, as always, but still enough space to walk around and socialize. Although Steve loved seeing you and his friends, you were the only thing on his mind. He was antsy to get out of here and find someplace quiet where he could have you all to himself. It was all because of that damn dress, and that lip gloss you insisted on reapplying coats of every five seconds. It drove him crazy and it was taking everything in him not to drag you away from Ariana midconversation, as you wished her a happy birthday. 

    “Ari!” you trilled, running up to her as best you could in your glittery silver heels, another thing that was making Steve lose his mind. You were the picture of elegance in his eyes, the definition of a princess. He loved having you as his arm candy, and loved taking care of you even more. It didn’t help that he was also one drink in— that dark brown liquor was going right to his dick. 

    “Mama, it’s so good to see you, you look so good,” Ariana complimented you with eyes wide. “Lemme see a little spin.”

You actually spun around. Steve’s brows raised all the way up, an uncontrollable reaction, watching you show it off so casually, laughing while you did. Steve couldn’t comprehend how that laugh rang like the most angelic music in his ears and also made him want to bend you over until your innocent giggles were drowned out by crude moans. Meanwhile, you were off in girly fairyland with your friend, completely oblivious to Steve and all the things he wanted to do to you. 

    Ariana was trilling and whooping and hyping you up, and all Steve could offer was a nonchalant, wordless nod to her. How was he supposed to talk, or keep himself together when you were literally twirling around in front of him? 

    “Girl, you not even drunk,” you narrowed your eyes doubtfully at Ariana, who was in fact still stable on her feet. 

    “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

A brief pause between the two of you, the giddy anticipation budding between you before you both girlishly squealed,

    “Birthday shots!”

Steve cursed himself as you and Ariana made a bee-line for the kitchen and you beckoned him to come with you. Drunk you meant tonight was going to be even harder for him. Steve decided he might as well match you if this was what was going to happen. 

    Five shots in, you, Steve and Ariana were drunker than a donkey’s ass. Ariana had gone full birthday girl mode, climbing up on the countertop in the center of the kitchen and dancing with the vigor you would expect from a drunk twentysomething. You were safe on the ground, cheering her on until your voice went sore, and then you did the unthinkable. Before Steve could stop you, you had removed your shoes, tossed them to the side and climbed up on the kitchen counter, nearly crashing into Ariana before you joined her in dancing. Steve couldn’t tell what song was playing, only that the bass was bumping and that it was so loud, but not loud enough to cover the cheers and heckling you two were getting from your onlookers. It was all fun and games, sure, but when you started to sway your hips and dance against Ariana, it was like Steve lost himself.

    Everything around him that wasn’t you was starting to blend, his vision a vignette blur with you as the sole focus. He couldn’t decide between being territorial over the fact that you were dancing like that in front of everyone or if he should just stand back and appreciate the show you were giving him. Drunk as he was, his senses got the best of him and he was focused primarily on your safety. Both of you had nearly slipped off the table twice, so now Steve was beckoning you to come down. You couldn’t hear him at first, but when you finally noticed him, you pouted and shook your head.

    “Stevie, I’m having fun!” you babbled, throwing your hands up defiantly3 in the air and back down against your sides. “Girls just wanna have fun? Ever heard of it!”

    “Baby, you gotta get down,” Steve insisted, even though he couldn’t deny that you were cute like this, drunk and carefree and bratty. He was just scared to death that you were going to fall, or that you might be embarrassed in the morning. 

    “No!” you squealed, laughing as you kept dancing, to the delight of other partygoers who were just as plastered as you were. “Let me live my life! I’ll only be young once!”

    “Okay, that’s enough, YN,” Steve said, trying to sound as serious as he could. You turned to him and for a moment he thought you were going to come down, but then you reached your arms out to him and started trying to pull him up to dance with you. 

    “C’mon Stevie, dance with me!” you chirped, a big goofy smile on your face, your eyes round and wide. 

He chuckled, shaking his head. It didn’t help that everyone else was chanting and trying to get him to let loose too. You were just so sexy, he truly did want to, but he knew better. 

    “YN, I’m serious!” he warned, but you ignored him, still tugging relentlessly at his hand.

    Frustrated now, Steve rolled his eyes as he took your hand, but instead of getting on the counter with you, he pulled you off with gentle ease, folding you over his shoulder while his hands gripped the backs of your legs. You whined loudly, pounding your fists against his back and kicking your feet as the crowd playfully booed Steve. He motioned his free hand downwards in the air as if to tell everyone to settle down, apologizing flippantly,

    “I know, I know. Sorry, show's over.”

Steve grabbed your shoes and then walked over to the living room, trying to keep his balance as he set you on the floor finally. You hobbled just a bit and then snatched the heels away from him, putting them back on so angrily it was almost comical. Steve was watching you with a satisfied smile on his face, amused by how upset you were at making you get down from the table. 

    “I was really in my groove over there!” you complained, pushing against Steve’s chest.

    “I know, baby, I know, you did great.”

    Still frowning, you inched towards him, your indignant facade fading with each step you took. Steve knew that look in your eyes from anywhere. It was the look you gave him when you were about to finesse whatever you wanted from him. That low, doe-eyed gaze slightly upward through your long lashes. A small ghost of a smile perched upon those thick, glossy lips, almost a smirk. You reached your hand out, touching his chest, your voice low and husky but still audible over the music.

    “Would you rather I was dancing on you like that? Is that it, Stevie, hmm?” you implored, your voice lilted and almost taunting. 

Steve swallowed. He had been wanting to fuck you all day, especially the minute you put that dress on. Now, there was no telling what he might do. Steve’s eyes, filled with a burning desire, slowly traveled from your lips to your eyes. That liquor was hitting especially hard right now. 

You bit down gently on your lip and turned around slowly, gracefully, your head turned back so you could whisper into Steve’s ear, while you elongated your agitating tease against him, slowly starting to sway your hips into him. Your ass was directly against his dick and you made sure of that, feeling it lift slightly each time you backed up into him and snaked your body side to side. Steve’s hand flung to your hip and his grip was firm and almost harsh. He was practically melting into you, his lips dropped slightly open in pure lust. 

    “You want me to dance on you like this, right?”

    “Hell yes,” Steve nearly moaned, nevermind the other people in the room, who were also dancing just like this with their beau of the night. 

You took it a step further, wrapping your hand around his neck and digging your fingers into his hair, giving it the slightest pull. This time, he really did moan, quietly into your ear. You knew he would— as picky as Steve was about his hair, the one time he didn’t mind getting it messed up was when you were pulling it. He was rock hard against you now, and it was like you were purposefully pressing up harder against him because of that. 

    “I can feel how hard you are. You know, that is just so inappropriate, Stevie, I mean real-”

    You were toying with him, but before you could even finish your sentence, Steve had torn away from you and was grabbing your hand, pulling you along with him until he found a room that was empty. It was the bathroom right on this floor, in plain sight of all the partygoers, but he didn’t give a fuck. He was going to have you, and he was going to have you now. You’d been teasing him all night, with glimpses of your long legs, the sight of your dress riding up your thighs when you sat down, watching you constantly smear gloss on your lips, the way you smelled… and he had to endure it all— enough was enough. 

He closed and locked the door with superhuman swiftness, and the light turned on viciously bright in contrast with the dim lighting of the party. 

    “Steve, what are you—”

    “You’re so fucking stupid,” he practically growled, pulling you close to him and crashing his lips against yours. Though you were caught off guard, you kissed him back just as hard. His longing, open mouth, the way his tongue crashed against yours and the firm grip he had on your hips let you know just how long he’d been waiting to do this, and the way you kissed him back was as if to tell him he was finally going to get it. 

You pulled away first, breathless, laughing slightly against Steve’s lips,

    “I’m the stupid one? You just pulled us into the bathroom. Everyone’s gonna know what we’re doing.”

    “They can watch for all I care,” Steve replied dismissively. The thought made the heat rise in your cheeks and caused your eyes to widen slightly, a reaction which Steve noted, even in his drunken haze. He cocked his head mischievously to the side, the smirk on his face uncontrollable. “But maybe you’d like that.”

    You giggled nervously, turning your head to the side so you didn’t have to face him,

    “You’re such an idiot.”

Steve pulled you back in, starting to pepper kisses along your neck. His hand, big and strong, found its way to your ass and he squeezed through the fabric of your dress, making you throw your head back slightly. A pleased moan echoed from your lips into his ears, which were ringing with the sound of the loud, unforgiving desire he felt for you.

    “Fuck, let me have you baby,” he moaned raggedly, his lips hung open against your neck. You simply moaned in response, hardly picking up on what he was saying because you were in so much pleasure, racked by the idea of being watched or heard. 

    “Can I have you baby?” he asked, this time with his lips pressed to your ear. “Right here?”

    “Fuck, Steve,” you pressed yourself up against him. “You… you want me right now?”

You were breathless, you could barely talk while Steve pressed kisses all along your neck and your jawline. The sensation was heavenly, intensified by the liquor, so sweet and so brisk they made your pussy throb with want. 

    “Mm hm,” Steve hummed into your neck, the vibrations traveling up your spine. 

    “Oh fuck, yes, yes, Steve,” you replied, your voice ragged with bliss. All he had to do was touch you and you were crumbling into tiny little pieces, putty in his hands. “Want you to fuck me right here— fuck— while we’re at this party.”

Your mouth became ten times dirtier when you were drunk, but so did Steve’s, so he knew exactly how to match your energy and then some. But it was clear he was in charge here, and he made sure you knew it. A fact that only made your thighs squeeze together even more with need. 

    “That’s a good girl,” he smiled, leaning in for another kiss on the lips, relishing in the way your lip gloss tasted on his tongue. 

    His cock was practically thumping against you, and he could feel your core pulse against his thigh, you were practically dry humping his leg without even realizing it. He kissed you deeply, his mouth melding with yours. One hand cupped your chin and the other traveled between your legs, brushing against the fabric of your dress before it reached your center. He closed his hand over your mound, feeling how wet you were, counting how many times you pulsed into his hand. A high pitched moan slid out of your mouth into his mouth as you pulled away, watching a string of spit break between the two of you. Your face was twisted up in pleasure— he was rubbing your clit through your underwear with two fingers, keeping perfect eye contact with you as he did so.

    “How do you want me?” you asked, so needy he almost wanted to deny you for the fuck of it, but he couldn’t do that to you or to himself.

    “Gonna put you on the sink, sweet girl,” he replied, wrapping his hands around you and tapping your ass, signaling for you to wrap your legs around him. You did just that, and Steve placed you on the edge of the sink. He held you a bit as you wobbled to orient yourself, laughing slightly. 

    “You’re beautiful, you know that?” Steve couldn’t help himself, he had to say it. As horny as he was, you truly were his princess. All he cared about was treating you right at the end of the day, in any way he could express that. 

    “You’re beautiful too, Stevie,” you smiled. “Why am I on the sink, I thought you were gonna fuck me.”

Steve almost laughed at the impatience hiding beneath your well-meaning question, his eyes glimmering with a deviant sparkle. 

    “Wanna taste my sweet girl.”

    You bit down on your lip, the twinkle of anticipation shining bright in your eyes as they followed Steve’s path to the ground. He lowered himself down until he was on his knees, just face to face with your core, and he took his lip in between his teeth with the kind of want you could only describe as ravenous. It was a wonder he hadn’t torn all your clothes off you already. But perhaps it was because he wanted to fuck you in that dress, not waste it. 

    “Been wanting to taste that pussy all night,” Steve whispered, lips pressed tenderly to your knee, splaying sweet kisses up your legs and thighs. 

    You sighed, your head falling back with bliss, letting go of everything and just letting Steve’s minimal touches take over. He decorated your body with small kisses against your inner thighs and light brushes of his hands, but you felt everything as if it had been multiplied by ten. Not only did the liquor have your pussy throbbing and ten times wetter than usual, but anything Steve did turned you on, whether you were sober or not. 

    So you were already a mess by the time he had fully pushed your dress up past your waist and pulled your panties down, leaving them in a disarray on the floor somewhere beside him. The cool air breezed past your wet pussy and you sucked in a sharp, surprised moan, which was complemented by a deep groan that rose from somewhere way down in Steve’s body. 

    “My God, YN, you are so fucking wet— shit,” Steve hissed, unable to hide the wonder in his voice. He reached out two thick fingers and ran them up your slit, collecting all the slick that had pooled at your center and threatened to drip onto the sink counter. You let out a strangled mewl at the feeling, and looked down at Steve with wobbly eyesight and a screwed up face. “Could probably fuck you right now, fuck… don’t even need to eat you out. Look how wet you are, baby.”

    He reached his hand up, pressing his fingers against your lips and gesturing for you to taste. You wrapped your lips around his fingers, an act so salacious it nearly made him come in his pants. You made sure to suck the taste of yourself clean from his fingers, torturously slow while you made relentless eye contact with him. 

    “Such a dirty fucking slut, you like tasting yourself on my fingers?”

    “Yes, Steve, please,” you panted, teetering dangerously close to the edge of begging. 

    “Please what?” 

    “Steve,” you grumbled, swaying your legs against him. 

    “No, no, you wanted to be a tease all night long. So tell me what you want me to do to you,” Steve commanded, knowing deep down that it was taking everything in him not to dive headfirst into your pussy and shake his head in it. “C’mon, use your words.”

    “I want… want you to eat my pussy right here on this sink and ma-make me cum on your face, please, Steve. Feel how much I need you,” you moaned raggedly, grabbing his wrist harshly and pulling his hand back to your core, guiding his fingers sloppily against your center so they were rubbing against your clit and dipping dangerously into your slit. You threw your head back with closed eyes and moaned, “Mmm.”

    Steve felt like this was a fucking fever dream. You looked so hot like this, already in shambles despite how little he had touched you, controlling his hand and dictating your pleasure. He practically growled to himself as he tore his hand out of your grip and shoved his face quite literally face first into your pussy, muttering just loud enough for you to hear. You couldn’t help it and you shrieked out the minute you felt his tongue press flat against your pussy, covering your clit and your pulsating slit, then lick up with unforgiving speed and hard pressure. 

    Not to mention Steve’s hands were gripping into your thighs, keeping them spread apart because already you were threatening to close them in around his head. So as leeway, your hand sprung down to the back of his head and you pushed his face further into your core, squeezing at his hair and eliciting a moan from him that sent a tantalizing vibration through your whole body. He kitten licked your whole pussy and sucked at your clit, alternating between the two and leaving open mouthed kisses against your pussy. He loved tasting you, it was like you were pouring straight onto his tongue and he was lapping it up like a starved predator. 

    You let out a strangled moan, grinding your hips uncontrollably against Steve’s face, your thighs providing cushioning for the sides of his face as he dove inconsolably deep into your pussy, making a mess of his own face and your pussy all at once. 

    You nearly banged your head against the mirror with how far you threw it back when Steve looked up at you with hooded eyes, drunk on the taste of you, infatuated with the sounds of your sweet moans. He’d been wanting to hear them all night and it had him ragingly hard, plus the possibility of getting caught had you both sweating with anticipation. 

    When Steve pulled back, his lips were glistening but his eyes were completely dark, they’d lost any trace of playfulness. Even in your haze, legs twitching and your pussy absolutely throbbing, you knew you were done for. He didn’t keep his hands off of you, gripping harshly onto your thighs and making direct eye contact with you. 

    “Get up,” he commanded. 

    Your eyes widened and you practically jumped off the sink, attempting to wiggle your dress down your legs, only for Steve to position himself right behind you, so you could feel his cock, poking aggressively through his jeans, on your bare pussy. You cried out involuntarily, the slightest friction against your soaking heat making you extremely susceptible to the utmost pleasure. 

    “Fuck, I can’t wait to fuck this pussy,” you could hear Steve muttering— to you or to himself, you couldn’t tell, but the hunger in his tone was such a turnon, you found yourself grinding up against him as he rid himself hastily of his pants and his boxers. 

You felt his cock spring out and giggled mischievously when it did. Steve wasted absolutely no time, placing a domineering hand on your back and forcing you to bend over, your hands collapsing on the edge of the tub in front of you. You barely even had time to steady yourself before he was pushing his cock right into you, already saying the dirtiest things for you specifically.

    “All the way in, just like that,” he murmured. Steve had lost his resolve almost immediately, his mouth dropping slightly open the moment he found himself bottomed out inside of you. He knew he was going to come soon already. Everything was too much. Your ass up against him, your white dress bunched up at your sides, how wet you were, making it so easy for him to just slide right in. “You are… so fucking perfect.”

    You were literally at a loss for words, and it was only just now that you let out a gasp of a moan, legs shaking from the force of Steve’s fat cock sliding into you with such ease, stretching you out with no prep. This man had you bent over in a bathroom at a party, and you’d do it again for him and more. He finally started to move, one hand resting firm on your ass and the other farther up your back. He was easing in and out of you so easily, it had him throwing his head back and groaning. The liquor didn’t help at all, he wanted to do everything to you. 

    “Ste-eve,” you choked out as he started to catch onto a pace, not too fast and not too slow but just right, your wet pussy making slick sounds each time he slid out of you and pushed back into you. 

    “Yeah, baby? You like that?” Steve asked, coming back down to Earth from the Heaven he’d briefly been transported to. “Like how easy this cock just fucking slides into you? How wet you are?”

It seemed that his own words were firing him up. He was starting to pick up the pace, and his hands on you were gripping even harder. Your ass was vibrating back onto his dick, making soft clapping noises that only the two of you could hear over the chatter and music outside. You dared to look back at him when you answered, your face screwed up with pleasure,

    “Yes daddy, feels so fucking good, you feel so go— oh!”

You felt Steve’s hand come down harsh against your ass, a loud, strong slap that made your pussy squeeze involuntarily around his dick, making him bite his lip and moan deep in his throat. He couldn’t help himself now, his words started to flow spontaneously, sounding like the feverish confessions of desire of a man who’d waited far too long,

    “You’re so fucking good, your pussy is so fucking good. Clapping back on my dick like a good little girl, aren’t you?”

    “Y-yes, I’m your good girl, I’m your good girl, Stevie. Make me your good girl, please?”

    “Mhm,” Steve tilted his head slightly to get a better look at his cock disappearing inside your pussy, his strokes growing more languid and confident now as he set a fast, smooth pace. “Or maybe I’ll make you my little slut? Would you like that?” 

You couldn’t respond because it felt like your chest was literally constricted, that was how deep Steve felt inside of you, how good his cock was making you feel. You were practically pressing your face against the edge of the tub now, unable to hold yourself up completely. Steve knew that face from anywhere, knew he was fucking you too good for you to speak, and he chuckled deviously, boyishly almost, a smug smile appearing on his face as he brought two hands to your ass and pushed you back against his dick. Your ass slapped against his mound and you were taking all of him, no ifs ands or buts. And he knew how to fill you up. He slapped your ass again, then resumed his torturously fast pace, becoming even rougher now, even harder. 

He was laughing as he spoke, grinning so despicably, 

    “Yeah, you would love that, me making you my little slut, hmm? Making you— fuck– making you take my cock all day long? Is that what you want?”

Words continued to fail you, so all you could do was nod your head with your eyes screwed tight in pleasure. You knew you were close soon, and you could tell by the renewed feeling in your stomach that you were starting to cream on his dick. Steve didn’t miss a beat, looking down at his thick cock getting coated with your thick cream, down the shaft all the way to his balls, some of it painting your pussy and inner thighs as well. You moaned loudly, you could feel how wet you were between your legs and against the patch of hair on Steve’s mound. 

    “Fuck, that’s a good girl. You’re creaming all over my dick, you know that? Making a mess, baby,” Steve teased, and you nearly ran away when he sucked on his thumb and pressed it against your pussy, rubbing slow, deep circles. 

    “Fuck! Fuck, Steve!” you found the voice to shout, and the strength to start giving him hell too, making sure to bounce back forcefully on his cock as your pussy secreted onto his dick, leaving a circle shaped imprint around his shaft. He actually growled this time, watching your ass clap back against him, mesmerized by the motion it made each time, something like waves crashing against the shore. 

His assault on your pussy grew harsher with each thrust, making salacious, wet slapping sounds that filled the room. He kept one hand on your pussy and the other gripped your ass tight, squeezing all that he could. 

    “That’s a good fucking girl,” he grumbled, his teeth clenched as he watched the way you pushed back forcefully onto him. “You’re— fuck– so good for me, show me how good you feel getting fucked like this.”

He was becoming more breathless, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold it in for long. You were nearly crying, whimpering as you got fucked into oblivion. 

    “Make me come, daddy,” you begged, and that was the final push Steve needed to be able to keep driving into you, getting impossibly deeper as he shifted slightly to a new angle. You practically sobbed as you threw it back even harder now, feeling your orgasm come excruciatingly close as Steve placed both hands on your sides, holding you in place so you couldn’t run away from it, “Yes baby that’s it, that’s so fucking good, oh my god.”

    “You’ve been teasing me all fucking night, I want you to come for me now. Go ahead, come all over my cock, baby, make a mess. Make a mess like you do,” Steve encouraged you, gathering up all his strength so his voice didn’t break as he too felt himself on the brink of exploding with pleasure. When he saw the way your eyes rolled back in your head he kept going, egging you, and quite honestly himself, on, “You look so fucking good getting fucked like this. Dressed like a little princess and getting fucked like a whore.” 

You cried out as you found yourself coming undone, gushing all over his cock as you finally came. Steve chuckled darkly and through the haze of your earth-shattering orgasm you could feel his hand coming down to smack your ass. You were depleted now, and Steve was using you, fucking into you so he could reach his end. You felt yourself start to twitch uncontrollably, moaning still as Steve fucked you through your orgasm. Breathlessly, you found enough strength to ask,

    “You gonna come Stevie?”

    “F-fuck, yes, yes baby, you feel so fucking good,” now it was Steve’s turn to whimper, losing sense of himself as he fucked sloppily into you. He drew back slightly and looked down, hands by his side, hips slapping clumsily against your ass and thighs. “God, you made a mess on my dick.”

    “Yeah? I want you to make a mess in my pussy then, baby,” when you said that, Steve choked on the moan that came out of his mouth. His hips stuttered and with it came spurts of his cum thrusting into you, warm and filling and so much. 

    “Fuck YN, I’m coming,” he moaned, his mouth dropped open into an o-shape. 

    “There you go, baby, that’s it,” you grinned, finally catching your own breath and looking back at him, his face enveloped in pure ecstasy and pleasure as he let go inside of you. 

He finished completely inside of you, slowing his sloppy thrusts as if to ensure you wouldn’t waste it. He pulled away sweaty and panting, but even through all of that he couldn’t help but bend down and kiss your asscheek, then pull away and swat at it. He helped you up, then zipped up his own pants, and you shimmied your dress down.

    “Come here,” Steve beckoned you close, pulling you into him because right now all he wanted was to feel your warmth, feel all of you, and feel safe in your arms. You let him embrace you, and you buried your face in his chest. “You’re so fucking beautiful, YN.”

He pulled away, holding you by your shoulders.

    “But never wear that dress again,” he warned you. 

You giggled, shaking your head,

    “Can’t make any promises, Stevie.”

    “Oh, you’re gonna be the death of me. But I love it,” Steve grinned, matching your mischievous energy as always. 

    “I know, baby. Now come dance with me.”

#steve harrington smut #steve harrington x black reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #stranger things smut #stranger things x black reader #black reader

[clouds-by-me]

Tried Revival Au

Y/n;

wally;

Au summary:

It was about 6 years ago that you moved into Welcome. Compared to the last place that you lived, Welcome was much more lively and colorful. Rather quickly you grew close to the people who lived on your block, and around your house. After living there for 4 years, it became known that you had A Sickness. It was new and rare, something not many knew about. It affected your health to A degree. Suddenly you went out less, and people starting going to your house instead, less outings and more sleepovers.

It was one day, 2 years after you were diagnosed with your sickness, one day, 6 years after you moved to Welcome, that you were feeling decent enough to go out for A walk. You didn't think that you needed to tell any one. Maybe that was your third mistake...

Months passed since you were last seen, your friends were worried, all of them. Wally the most, he was your best friend. You two grew close. He planned a search party to go look for you, and he was also the one to find your body. Your body was layer out in a bush, dried blood covered your mouth, and dripped down your chin and onto your clothes. The sight of your body covered in blood and plants left him devastated. he wished to have you back- he needed to have you back. He hadn't even gotten the chance to tell you how much he longed for your love, your touch, you affection.

Then, A thought entered his mind. Forced its way to the center of attention in his thoughts. In his mind.

"What if I can bring them back?"

It sounded crazy at first, but the more he thought. The more he stared at your corps. The more the idea seemed possible. He told everyone of the news, it brought disparity to everyone, and they were surprised to see the glint of hope that kept Wally eyes bright. He took you body home that day, then got straight to work. He was alone, sad for 2 weeks, and 4 days exactly until something happened.

He heard something, someone.

"Wally? What are you doing? And why is my body here!?"

It was you! You were back! He could see your face be so lively again! But the sight before him wasn't what he wanted... You were transparent, see through. His shoulders slumped. You were there, and with him. Just not with him. You were something else...

꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

An: so I came up with this Au not too long ago, th I'm really excited to see where this goes. I definitely plan to make chapters tho<3 I did make this art, so please don't steal.

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[elf-osamu]

other suggestions with the same settings! prompt 3 from fluff list 2 w/ oda, nb reader who says the line, both platonic/romantic is ok

“YOU GOT ME FLOWERS?”

[ masterlist ] [ event ] [ reblogs are very appreciated ]

fluff, canon divergence, romantic (can be interpreted as platonic), oda sakunosuke x non-binary!reader (no specific prns used)

warning(s) : not proofread

word count : 599 words

plot : “a bookstore meeting with him. perhaps with a few flowers along the way home”.

a/n : i literally thought “it's probably too short but i don't have any other ideas”, however i wrote so much words in a short amount of time????? ngl inspiration hit me suddenly while writing this 😭 nevertheless, i hope you like it vess ! <3

prompt taken from here !!

during summer sunny days were always hot yet rather humid in yokohama, making it difficult for you to feel comfortable when going outside; your clothes stuck to your body in an unpleasant way, you couldn’t stop drinking water for more than ten minutes, the heat made you feel unsteady — so, generally speaking, you couldn’t stand those sensations.

despite it all, you had accepted oda’s invitation to the library, one which was his and your favorite: you liked the atmosphere there, from the simple yet fairly enjoyable disposition of the bookshelves to the faint scent of old books that were there for who knows how much time.

oda wasn’t a talkative person by nature; he preferred to be the listener, someone who could take care of others and support them in a peaceful way, without having the attention directed to himself for too long.

however, when it came to literature, his eyes seemed to be enlightened by a new light, as if you had uncovered a hidden aspect of his being.

why would one write a comic or a novel? what makes our reality from the fictional one so different? are stories eternal? at which point the author’s beliefs are blatant in a work of fiction?

these and many other questions would have been discussed by him, the man who was saved by literature and wished to make it happen to everyone else; a man who was known to be a listener, yet just had his introduction as a speaker.

the afternoon was spent in that way, talking and listening to each other’s thoughts and ideas — still, oda was the main character for once and you were glad he had found his passion.

the library closed when it was late at night, the same moment you two had ‘decided’ to head out of the building.

it wasn’t too hot like that morning and you felt fine, wandering through the streets with him, a person you were grateful to have by your side.

at some point, you arrived at your apartment.

“what would you say to a bowl of curry rice and complaints about dishes during those boring and strict dinner parties?” you asked with an amused grin, knowing very well how much he disliked those dinners.

he seemed to suddenly remember something, but then he looked at you as if it was nothing. oda rarely acted like that, unless he already had a plan that was meticulously prepared in advance.

before you could question his behavior, he had already started to talk.

“how could i refuse,” he commented in his soft-spoken voice. “still, there’s a matter i have yet to accomplish, it won’t take much time. wait me there, i’ll be right back” and, without saying another word, turned to his right and walked away.

you sighed and shook your head — what could have possibly come to his mind in that moment?

it took him around fifteen minutes to come back to your apartment.

your curiosity had gotten the best of you and you couldn’t wait to ask him what matter was so urgent.

however, the answer arrived as you opened the door for oda: he was holding a bouquet with your favorite flowers. it wasn’t relatively big, but its fragrance and colors made you extremely happy.

“you got me flowers?”, you said while taking the bouquet and welcoming him in your home.

he nodded and a warm smile appeared on his face. “it’s a small gift to thank you for everything you do for me; i wanted to let you know that i truly appreciate it”.

[ do not copy, translate, repost, etc. | by @ elf-osamu ]

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[hells-wells]

Don't Blame The Movies 11

The Killers pattern isn't making sense to you, what's the missing piece of the puzzle? Stu wants to throw a party, will you go? It could be a death wish

Pairings////////// Billy X Reader, Billy X Stu X Reader///////////

----------///// Warnings---------

//////////// Gaslighting, teen smoking, Ghostface shenanigans

Miss Nancy didn’t give you time to say anything, she grabbed your hand and brought you back to the office “Y/n!” Randy’s voice echoed through the empty hallway, you excused yourself from Miss Nancy, she waited for you by the door. “Hey, ah, are you busy?”

“I mean besides waiting in the office for the ok to leave.”

“Do you mind if I stop by after school? I want to run something past you.”

You nodded “Stop by whenever I’ll be going straight from here to home.”

“Y/n.” Miss Nancy opened the door.

“Sorry, I’ll see you after school?”

—----------------------------

School had been dismissed for the day, You, Tatum and Sidney were walking outside.

“It was just some sick fuck having a laugh, Sidney.”

“No, it was him, Tatum, I know it.”

“Well, you’re not to be alone anymore, right? If you pee, I pee. Is that clear? And that goes for you too Y/n. Don’t think you’re off the hook.”

You couldn’t help but smile “Oh, I wouldn’t dare assume.”

Tatum nodded with approval “Good.”

Stu ran up behind you three giving both you and Sidney a small heart attack “Cizzool cuz scizzool is izzout. I don’t know what you guys did but on behalf of the entire student body we all say THANK YOU!”

Rolling your eyes as you took the flower Stu gave you “Oh, you’re welcome. Next time we’ll make sure it’s an entire month off.”

“Drop it, Stu.” Tatum hissed.

“That’s the spirit girl.” Stu spun you around and threw you over his shoulder “Make it for around my birthday, yeah?” tickling your sides

“Stop it!” You thrashed around in his grip, he gently put you down and quickly picked up Tatum, copying the action, his hands holding onto her lower hips.

“I say, impromptu party tonight, my house to celebrate this little siesta. Whadda you guys say?” He hopefully asked, spinning around.

“Are you serious?” Sidney was just as surprised as you were. 

He lightly spanked Tatum’s arse as he brought her back down “That’s on account of this little vixen doesn’t invite the entire world, we’ll be fine. An intimate gathering, intimate friends.”

“What do you say, Sid, Y/n? I mean, a patho could have its perks.”

“What do you think Y/n?” Sid looked to you for help.

“Yeah like death.” You dryly replied.

“Totally protect you, girls. Yo, I am so buff. I’ve got you girls covered.”

You weren’t budging “Stu, you know parties in horror movies equals death.”

Stu looked taken aback “Oh come on, you’ll be around friends.”

Tatum added “Yeah and we’ll keep each other safe.”

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s what the group thought in My bloody Valentine. Spoiler alert, almost everyone died.”

Tatum started to become irritated “Don’t scare Sid.”

Stu laughed “You’re starting to sound like Geek.”

Now you were growing irritated “We’ll I don’t have a death wish so enjoy your party. My turn-off is here so I’ll talk to you guys later.” You walked down your street, ignoring them.

How fucking stupid are they?!

You were sitting in the living room when Randy arrived.

“Where’s your mom?”

“She took her boyfriend out for a drive.”

He nodded “Mmm, well it’s probably better so they don’t overhear.”

You laughed “That serious?”

“Deathly! Y/n, besides me, you know the only way to survive this is to follow the rules! I’ve been racking my brain since your attack, Y/n, do you have a theory on who the killer is?”

“Mmm, not really. I heard his voice the night of the attack and I’ve been trying to figure out where I know him from…”

“If we think about this logically, who cares enough for you to kill your high school bullies?” He waited for a moment “Duh, Billy! He has killer printed on his forehead.”

You rolled your eyes “I mean, you’re betting on them doing it for me but what if it’s to have me as a red herring?”

“That’s a good point but with what happened with Billy earlier today at the video store, I’m leaning towards him.”

“Wait, what happened today at the store?”

He rolled his eyes “Long story short he overheard me and Stu talking about my theory and he DID NOT seem impressed.”

“Well, duh. If the roles were reversed, I would be annoyed with you too.”

“There’s annoyed and giving Ted Bundy vibes!”

“That’s not an accurate comparison. Bundy Raped and murdered women ranging from really young to older and tried cannibalism. If anything it would be Heathers, making him J.D.”

“Whatever, my point still stands!”

“The last I checked he has a girlfriend, remember? Why would he want to kill Sid?”

“There’s always some bullshit reason to kill your girlfriend. That’s the beauty of it all! Simplicity!”

“Ah-huh, fact.”

“Sorry, I went off track. We need to stick together, with us both at the party tonight it’s a sure thing. Keeping each other safe.”

You paused “I’m not going.”

“What?!’ He nearly jumped off the couch.

“I’m surprised you want to go.”

“Hey, safety in numbers, that’s why.”

You made your way over to the big bay window, opening it to sit on the nook, looking out “You know, Himbry and Miss Nancy called me in to talk about staying away from Billy today.”

Randy followed you “Really? My theory is adding up even more. What did they say?”

“Basically that they see or get a feeling off of him and I should be careful with trusting him so much.”

“It’s not the worst advice, I know how you two are… How do you feel about that?”

You paused, and your body lightly started to shake “Fuck them.”

Next Chapter

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[stinkkyy]

awoken at windrise to venti

Touch.

Touch is the first sense humans develop, and it is also the first one that comes to you. Touch, the sensation of soft grass under your body, almost like a mattress, some even tickling your cheeks. The sensation of warmth in certain parts of your body, changing every few seconds, which you soon discovered to be the sun filtering through the leaves of the immense tree you were beneath.

Sight. Still a little blurry with sleep, thus you instinctively rubbed your eyes to try and wake up further. Blinking once more, you sat up, the rest of your senses catching up and allowing you to appreciate the sounds around you as well: birds chirping, the breeze whistling tunes of adoration and longing, a nearby creek, the soft melody of strings being plucked delicately. The scent of wet dirt, fresh mint, a nearby rock that had been under the sun for hours now, apples, ripe and sweet.

Where in the world were you?

As a newborn fawn, you held onto the rough edge of another rock to pick yourself up and stand on your feet, looking around you, but before you got to take a good look, the wind picks up, what was a gentle breath now felt almost like the beginning of a hurricane, having to hold onto your new solid pal to not trip for the few seconds it lasts. Once it is over, you're back to sitting on the grass, huffing to yourself, even crossing your arms in confusion and a bit of frustration, but before you can go ahead and try to get up again, the soft melody nearby comes to a stop and a soft giggle replaces it.

"What's got you so upset, dear one?" you hear someone coo, and… Isn't that voice familiar? You're sent once more into a frenzy to look around you to find the source of the voice, the force of the elements being so gracious as to allow you this freedom this time, and get as a reward the sight of a young man… Floating down? Was he floating?

Soft cheeks are flushed as he smiles, stepping down gracefully on the patch of flowers right in front of you, and you're sure you're gawking at him.

"Oh? Speechless now? It was said you could be shy but I didn't expect their grace to be this quiet."

"What."

Blink blink. Oh this was a dream. That's the only logical explanation.

"Ah… Huh! Am I referring to you in a wrong way? I apologize if that's the case!" he quickly comes down to kneel by your side, giving you the biggest puppy eyes you have seen in your entire life. Cute…

"No, no, that's not it. I… You're Venti. Like. You're Venti and you're right in front of me", you tried to explain, not exactly doing a great job at really making the other understand what you meant, given by the way he tilts his head to the side.

"Well, yes! I'm Venti! Venti the bard, but you may call me however you wish!" he excitedly giggles, seemingly ecstatic that you even knew his name. "Oh, we have waited for your return for so long! We need to let everyone know so we can properly celebrate, there will be feasts and festivals and balls and parties, all of it to welcome you here—!"

"I'm gonna be fully honest with you", you interrupted him, only half guilty when he looks back at you clearly embarrassed with how into it he got. "I have no idea what you're talking about, and all that sounds exhausting…" you admit, leaning back on your hands behind you.

"Mm… Then we can stay a bit longer here and I can explain it all to you! It's not strange for you to not remember it all, even I have my memory problems after a long nap, I'm sure it's the same for you, given how long you were away…" he shrugs, deciding to come closer, pretty much flopping onto the grass by your side, short of snuggling up to you.

Normally it would've been… Weird, this whole thing was extremely weird, but you knew him, in some sort of way, and that familiarity felt safer than anything else right now. Not to mention a strange sense of longing within you, of being lost for so long just to be found yet again, like coming back home after a bad trip that went on for too much time and you finally could forget about unknown pillows as you sank into your very own.

Huh! Weird!

"I guess there's no harm in staying, then. I could use an explanation or two…" with that, you allow your body to rest back as well, turning your head just enough to watch Venti's peaceful expression through the long grass leaves.

"Ehe, I'm glad! I won't keep a single detail from you, after all, we have plenty of time now!"

#genshin impact #vempi... #genshin impact writing #venti #x reader #venti/reader #sagau #mun chichi #mun chichi wrote this but koko is posting it for them bc thyere silly

[iloveprettyboysblog]

Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it.

TW: age gap( everyone's legal but the female character is older). JJ's abusive, absentee father. Suicide mentions. Angst. Smut. (Eventually) Minors DNI🚫

Devour Part One

New school year. Same old high school. Same JJ Maybank. Just another year older. Not much wiser. Lost in the masses. New students. New teachers. JJ felt invisible, like people were looking right through him. Until JJ bumped into the stereotypical jock. "Hey, asshole. Watch where you're going."

JJ steps out of his way. The jock stopped without warning right in the middle of the hallway. "Sorry, my bad. I didn't see the traffic lights over your head." His pretty girlfriend giggles and looks JJ up and down.

The jock notices his girlfriend noticing JJ and he sticks out his chest. "Take off, pogue." He turns and JJ takes his chance and winks at the girlfriend. She's pretty and off-limits.

She looks over her shoulder and makes sure that her boyfriend isn't paying attention and she blows JJ a kiss and he watches them walk down the hallway. Wait for it, wait for it and there it is. The girlfriend looks over her shoulder to double check if JJ is still watching.

JJ has a knack for making people like him. That good ol Maybank charm. It's how he survived high school so far. He learned it pretty early in his life.

Wishing that the day was almost over and that summer was still in session instead of school. Summer in the outer banks is very laid back, sleeping until noon and staying up having bonfires and parties at the beach. Surfing and fishing. Plenty of pretty tourons keep the night life interesting.

"JJ! Wait Up." He turns around and sees John B down the hallway. "You'll be home later?" JJ's dad is pretty much absent so JJ's usually on his own.

"There's a keggar at the boneyard Saturday night? You in?"

JJ nods and they go their separate ways. "Gotta get gone, don't want to be late on the first day of school. "

John B just grins because he knows that JJ is full of shit. JJ's eye's light up and says "I'm in. "

With his mind on the weekend and the party JJ made his way to his first class of the day: World History. By the time JJ gets there all of the desks in the back are taken. There's one empty seat in the middle of the 4th row and he slides into it, curling his long legs under the desk. They must be relics from grade school. It smells like dust and stale air. It all smells the same.

The door swings shut and a woman's voice says "Welcome to World History, I'm your teacher. Ms. Cooper. " JJ looks up and he can feel the energy in the room shift. The guy in the seat next to JJ whispers "wow."

Ms. Cooper is a smoke show. Straight blonde hair down past her shoulders, skin the color of cream and big blue eyes so clear and so deep that you could swim in them. Her body is banging, curves and tits and a sweater dress that leaves nothing to the imagination.

"Hello, Ms. Cooper, " the guy on the other side of JJ whispers. The girls in class are speechless. Ms. Cooper is all business, walking up and down the aisles, her high heels clicking on the concrete floor, talking about history. She passes JJ and he catches the scent of her vanilla perfume. He sees that her fingernails are painted pale icy pink. He wants to see them wrapped around his dick.

She makes it back to her desk and leans against it. She crosses her legs at her ankles. JJ's eyes wander down her long legs and end at her black high heels, ankle straps that show off her smooth, tan calves. She's talking about world history but JJ can't pay attention, distracted by how beautiful she is.

She instructs two students to pass out the text books. They trip over themselves and scramble to pass out the books. The books thuds on JJ's desk and he opens it up. The whole time Ms. Cooper is going over the school year. He's listening to her voice but not her words. Her voice is soft and pretty.

JJ didn't realize that she was asking questions. " Who among us thinks that learning about history is a waste of time? Who thinks that the past should stay in the past? " It's so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

JJ's too busy trying to figure out how old she is. She must be in her mid to late 20's. Almost 30 he's guessing. She's older, so what. She's still fucking edible.

She's asking another question and the students start looking for the answer in the history book. Before he can stop himself he says aloud, "Me and Noah." Everyone turns to look at JJ. Ms. Cooper's blue eyes settle on JJ. "Noah?" She questions.

Feeling confident with her eyes on him. He shrugs and gives her a cheeky grin. "Yeah, I know a lot of reasons to love history." Students laugh. Some groan at the lame Pun. They look at Ms. Cooper to see her reaction. She arches a perfect eyebrow and asks "And what's your name, sir?"

"JJ Maybank." Her eyes are locked on his. It's as if she's seeing inside his head. He feels heat creeping up his neck. "And," she says, "I know a lot of reasons why you should sit in the first row. Right by my desk. "

That makes everyone laugh. She turned the tables and JJ grabs his stuff and moves to a different desk right in front of hers. John B and Pope nudge each other and Kie just roles her eyes.

Not too soon after the dismissal bell rings and she hands out the assignment. JJ grabs his stuff and heads to the door. He turns around once to see her bending over the desk. Her dress hugs her in all the right places and he wants to do the same. He leaves the room before he can't control his impulses.

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[otomotoelzhinee]

New Year's Kiss

After some failed attempts last Christmas, Rayman wishes to finally open up to Crash by making the start of the year something truly special for the two. Once again facing his greatest challenge yet...

“5…4…3…2…1…”

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

As the fireworks were released, and the sky was covered in a mesh of different hues and shapes, every creature in the glade cheerfully welcomed the beginning of a new chapter in their lives. Music began to play, people danced and jumped around with hope on their faces, holding each other close in a powerful embrace.

Rayman, standing at the back of the crowd, clapped along with his group of friends and family, smiling just like them. As soon as the fireworks were on, Rayman was ready to receive and deliver many hugs all around, but never one as crushingly loving as his best friend’s, Globox. Who he reciprocated to the best of his ability, once he recovered some sense in his body, giving him some back pats before he was put back down.

His big friend was quickly followed by his children, who jumped without hesitation to each get a chance at hugging their number one hero. Rayman stumbled upon the table behind him, desperately trying not to be dragged down by the army of kids, who could not hear their dear uncle Rayman asking them to slow down amongst their own giggles. “Now, now, children. Do be careful! We don’t want any accidents at the start of the year!”

Uglette, as kind as always, managed to help Rayman out of the grabby little hands of her children. Each of them finally offering their dear uncle a proper hug, sometimes along with a peck on one cheek, as they ran through the grass field and amongst the crowd, quickly followed after by their father.

Rayman laughed as he stood straight once again. “Phew! Thanks, Uglett— Woah!” Met with one huge, final kiss on his left cheek, as Uglette held his head in her hands, she released a hearty laugh. “Happy new year, Rayman!”

“Yeah, happy new year to you, too!”

 Finally, the family went to celebrate with the rest of the people, and they left Rayman to be for a moment. He smiled, looking at everyone around him in a tender stare. All the people he’s known his entire life, who he has fought for and who had fought by his side, reunited right outside Betilla’s home. All celebrating in the same place.

 However…There was a certain someone who had yet to make an appearance.

As he continued to look around, he noticed that between his people there were some distinguished fellows standing under a tree, chatting with the Globox family.

Standing out noticeably tall was Crunch, who was laying against the tree with a warm drink in his hand, wearing a long black parka and a ‘two color’ scarf. Right beside him, there was Coco, moving her hands up and down, left and right as she spoke. She was wearing an insulated down pink coat, along with a hat and a pair of mittens.

But no matter how much he squinted, or how long he stood on his tip toes, there was no sign of him… Was he still hiding?

“Abybay!”

 A whoosh of wind approached the lil guy, before he could turn his head around, he was already being held up in the air into a deadly, motherly embrace.

“B-Betilla…!”

“Oh, sorry!” She giggled as she began fixing the thingamajig’s hair. “So! Are you having a good time?”

“Yeah, of course! I think everyone is.”

“True! But…”

Betilla locked her eyes on the crowd. Rayman stared at her, then to the crowd, and then back at her. He was met with a particular look in her eyes, directed at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“You look a bit upset.”

“Me? Oh no, no! Not at all. It’s just…” He scratched the back of his head, his eyes looking to the ground.

Betilla stood on the ground, slightly leaning her body closer while resting her hand on his back. “…Where’s your friend?”

“Well…”

“…Not much of a party animal, is he?”

“That was awful, Betilla.”

She covered her smile with a single hand, but was unable to contain her laughter.

“Why don’t you go check on him?”

“I don’t know, he said he wanted a moment alone.”

“Well, you know what’s best than being alone?”

“Huh—”

She grabbed a single pair of drinks over the table, pushing them into Rayman’s hands. As he opened his mouth, Betilla turned the boy around, and in a single push directed him away from the party. As Rayman recovered stability, he looked back to Betilla once again.

 “Being alone together!” She gave him a wink, and flew into the crowd as quick as a shooting star.

 Rayman felt a shiver from the bottom to the top, his cheeks turning pink. He shook his head around as to release the feeling, and began walking towards the small forest, holding each cup of drink tightly.

The music began to become quieter, just enough for Rayman to have a time alone with his thoughts.

 “I…And I promise- No, I swear that I’ll…No, god no, that’s too much. Augh—”

 Almost at the end, the moons’ rays were more and more notorious, and with it the shape of a special someone turned clearer.

 “C-Crash, I promise you that I…”

 Rayman stood there for a moment. In front of him, there was the cliff, making way for all the wildlife that laid meters below. The sky was bathed in stars, as the Moons gently placed their light above everything else, including Crash.

The Bandicoot was staring at the wonderful sky, seemingly unaware of his surroundings. Perhaps this was a good thing, perhaps it’s what Rayman needed to excuse himself, and…

“No, no.” He thought. There was no reason to back down, nothing for him to fear. This was the greatest chance he had, maybe the only chance he would ever get! Only an idiot would waste such opportunity, he though.

He walked towards his lover, who had still yet to notice his presence. Rayman then held one of the cups near his cheek, making the bandicoot jump, finally looking back at him.

 “Hey~”

 Crash gave him a big smile in return, holding the cup between his hands, making way for Rayman to sit beside him.

[Sorry, you startled me.]

“It’s alright, I just came here to check on you.”

Crash lowered his ears. [I didn’t realize the fireworks, I missed the whole deal already…]

“Don’t be silly! You have the entire night left to celebrate.”

 Crash gave him a simple smile, nodding slowly before taking a sip from the cup.

Rayman merely stared down at his, playing with his fingers.

“I have to ask, though. Why did you choose to leave before the countdown?”

Crash put his drink down. [I didn’t mean to bother you…]

Rayman looks at him. “What are you talking about?”

[I…I’m not used to such a large group of people. I started to get anxious, and I didn’t know what to do.]

“Oh, Crash...” He sighed.

[It’s always been just the 4 of us back home, you know? And when you told me everyone in the Glade was reuniting here, I thought it would be cool. And it really was! Until I just…]

He lowered his head. […Until I started to feel alone in a sea of people I don’t really know.]

“You’re so silly.”

Crash looks back at Rayman, who gives him a cheeky smile.

“All you said is fine! There’s nothing to be ashamed for with what you said. I don’t expect you to get along with everyone like I do, I’ve had my entire life to get to know these people. You’ve only been here a couple of times, and there’s still plenty for you to know and people to meet!”

Rayman stared at the moons, with Crash following alone, getting lost in the winter breeze for a second.

 “I’m happy with the fact that you continue to try to get to know my world.”

 Crash chuckles. He then gently waves his hand in front of Rayman’s view. [How’s the party been so far, anyway? Are my siblings doing well?]

“Oh sure, they're making social life with everyone just fine!”

[That’s good. Coco tends to go on rambles, I hope that keeps the guests entertained.]

“You bet! Betilla especially loves a good chat.”

Crash giggles softly, continuing to look at Rayman, who slowly began to notice as he turned his head around. They stare into each other’s eyes, for just a moment, unable to look anywhere else.

Rayman felt his pulse go higher, making his cheeks start to burn, along with a strong need to get closer. His eyes running towards the bandicoot’s lips, craving to feel that smile of his.

With large group of fireworks began making noise behind them, Rayman felt his soul return to his body, chuckling as he turned his head around and back to the green field.

“S-so…What would you like for this New Year that’s comin’?”

 Wrapping his arms around his legs, Crash took a deep breath, and leaned his face against his knees in thought.

But Rayman already knew what to say, he had it more than rehearsed, for a long while, too. He would tell Crash that he loves him, dearly. He would tell him how important he is to him, and that no matter what happens, he will always be by his side.

Then, he would lean in closer, and then…

 “It’s now or never.”

Rayman took a deep breath, holding his drink tightly in his hands, before releasing the tension and letting out his words.

But by that point, Crash had already said what he wanted, without calling his attention to it. Perhaps he thought Rayman was looking…

Rayman asked him again, with certain embarrassment in his voice, making Crash sit straight and turn around to see him. Now face to face, he hesitantly began moving his hands again.

 [Be with you... That's all I want.]

 "Oh..."

 Rayman blushed, perhaps more than he should have. Realizing the foolishness of his plan, he tried to hide his laugher from Crash, who stared in confusion.

Of course, well placed honeyed words were not enough, it was not what Crash needed from him. But rather to be completely, embarrassingly open and honest.

So he looked back at his lover, placing his drink behind him, and using his hands as help to express himself.

"Me too, I want to be with you. I— ...I want you, Crash."

That was all. And Crash immediately accepted his feelings with a smile. A goofy, and adorable smile from ear to ear.

 The time was now… Rayman gently rested his hands on top of Crash, and began moving closer. Even with all that nervousness and excitement, all mixed up and hidden deep at the bottom of his throat. Nothing was gonna stop him now. He closed his eyes, and stopped. Awaiting for a response, his mind began to rush. Maybe it was too soon? Maybe this wasn’t what Crash was expecting, or he got cold feet. What if he was making him uncomfortable? He kept counting the seconds, the milliseconds, and the microseconds. “This was a bad, bad idea” His mind screamed.

 But just then, he felt that tender touch, making his whole body shiver. The feeling of Crash’s lips, resting against his, slowly pushing forward.

Their fingers intertwined, using their thumbs to gently caress each other’s hands. Wishing to stay like this just for a bit longer, Rayman gently put his lips away, just with enough room to take a breath. He continued to press his lips against Crash’s, who had to let go from one of his hands in order to hold his lover closer, caressing his cheek.

But they could not hold this moment forever, and so, they slowly began to part their kiss. Opening their eyes and starting to realize what just happened.

 They laughed, holding each other close to hide it, but failing regardless. Crash held Rayman in his arms and they swirled around over, and over again. It was impossible for the two not to laugh.

Crash however, was caught distracted. As they approached the cliff, a bad timed swirl left Rayman right above the abyss, and the two did their best to push back to safe earth using their own body weight. Falling on the grass, Crash kept holding Rayman tightly against his chest.

Rayman put himself above the Bandicoot, and they stared into each other’s eyes. They began to laugh once again, only interrupted by the last few fireworks being released into the night sky.

 “…Happy New year, Crash.”

[Happy New Year, bunny boy… 💖]

#Crash Bandicoot #rayman #crayman #fanfiction #SA's Art

[letsbenditlikebennett]

TIMING: Some time after Alex got ouched by that hunter and before Rhett kidnapped Ariadne in his van. (Rude of him tbh :/ ) PARTIES: @ariadnewhitlock & @letsbenditlikebennett SUMMARY: Ariadne comes over to the cabin with snacks and to keep Alex company. They watch Daisy Jones & the Six. CONTENT: Just a sweet lil thread.

In hindsight, it seemed painfully obvious that Alex wouldn’t get a normal birthday party like every other young twenty-something who didn’t moonlight as a lupine monster three nights a month. If anything, the birthday plans only made it more difficult in the aftermath of her run-in with the hunter. There wasn’t really a super chill way to say ‘hey, sorry! I have to cancel that party because I was attacked by a hunter and have to recover’ to all her friends. At least the ones in the know could get a partial version of the truth, but for the others the vague excuse of a medical emergency had to do. Even then, it may not have been a good enough excuse. At least not for someone as sweet as Ariadne who thought she deserved some company and snacks in the wake of her medical emergency. What had she even told Ariadne? Power tool accident? Maybe it’d be best to just not mention even if the limp in her step made the fact there was an ordeal fairly obvious. 

It wasn’t like she could just yell out when she heard Ariadne’s footsteps approaching like she had with Cass. The whole super-hearing thing would be creepy without that context… or a dead giveaway. So Alex waited patiently for the knock on her door before moving away from her spot on the couch to open it. “Hey,” she greeted with a smile that she hoped didn’t look as pained as her body felt. 

“Welcome to la maison de Bennett,” she joked, “It’s small, but we’ve got a smart TV and a Hulu/Disney Plus bundle subscription. Come in, make yourself comfortable. Can I get you anything to drink? Once I sit back down on the couch, I’ll be pretty stationary for a while.” 

—

She was thoroughly done with her friends getting kidnapped or injured. Or having medical emergencies, which was what had happened to Alex. Ariadne didn’t know enough about medical things to help her in any real way, and so offering to be company and give snacks was the best she could manage.

Thankfully, Alex was more than accepting of what Ariadne’d had to offer, and so there was at least that worry off her chest (though admittedly, she felt selfish for even somewhat having had anxiety about anything when her friend had just had some sort of real actual emergency).

“Hey.” She offered her friend a gentle smile.

“It’s your home, I don’t care about the size.” Ariadne offered, “all I mean is, I’m here for you, not your stuff. I can get myself stuff to drink, if you want. But if you have a soda, I’ll take that. Or go get that for myself. Can I get you anything?”

—

“Of course you don’t,” Alex laughed as if it should have been obvious because shouldn’t it have been? Ariadne was never judgmental and was continually kind to everyone she met. It was something she admired about her friend even if she wished Aria stuck up for herself a little bit more. The block button was a friend, too, and she’d remind Aria of that if anyone dared to give her a hard time. “Not sure why I gave you of all people the disclaimer. We have our only judge people for being mean thing which I think is a good motto.” 

Given she wasn’t speaking to Andy and she was doing her damnedest to push Kaden away, the werewolf found she was particularly lonely whenever Cass wasn’t there. Alex found it a bit easier to relax into her spot on the couch knowing that Ariadne was there and she’d have some reprieve from her own thoughts which had grown far too loud for her liking. 

“We have plenty of soda in the fridge,” Alex exclaimed, “There’s Coke, root beer, creme soda, Dr. Pepper, Sprite, sparkling water, Baja Blast… you can grab whatever. I’ll take a Coke if you don’t mind grabbing me one while you’re in there.” 

She hated not being able to be a better host, but deep down, Alex knew that her friend didn’t mind grabbing her own drink or about hosting duties that the werewolf wasn’t able to perform. Aria was there just to be there. “I downloaded all of Daisy Jones and the Six off Amazon Prime,” she told her friend with a smile and patted the sea next to her on the couch, “Have you seen it? It’s totally fictional, but it’s like loosely based on the story of Fleetwood Mac so I thought you might enjoy it.” 

—

“I just – I don’t want you to think I’m going to go around judging you and stuff is all.” Not that Ariadne though Alex would automatically assume that, but it was better to just play it safe from the get-go, so as to limit the likelihood of things being misconstrued. Or maybe that was just the anxiety talking. That much of her anxiety had been around even before she died, so even if she wanted to blame it on becoming a monster, she couldn’t. “I think that’s a super duper good motto, yeah.”

She offered her friend a small shrug. “It’s nice to be here.” Which she’d probably already said and probably didn’t need repeating, but she wanted to highlight this. How good being around Alex felt.

“Dr. Pepper’s a win for me, always. Of course, I might put some ice in a glass if you’d like that? Make it… well, I don’t know if that counts as fancy, but you get what I mean. I hope.” Ariadne let out a halfway sort of a laugh, feeling awkward for a moment, if only because this was time for Alex, and not time for Ariadne to be taking up excessive space or making a total fool of herself.

“I actually have,” she buried her face in her hands for a moment, “but it’s super good and I’ve been meaning for a rewatch. Camila in it is so dreamy. I mean, to be fair, they all are, but…”

—

“I don't,” Alex assured. Surprisingly enough, she found that she meant it, too. Not once since she had met Ariadne had the werewolf ever felt judged and this moment was no different. Given, her friend didn't know everything there was to know about her and may have ran the other way if she knew she was a werewolf, but maybe she wouldn't. She seemed pretty big on the not judging people thing. ”It is,“ she smiled.

“I mean, she's a doctor,” Alex  joked, ”How could she not win? We love a well-educated... soft drink?“ She laughed a bit at how ridiculous her own joke was and gently smoothed over Puppyeye's fur as she stirred in her sleep. ”If you get out a couple of the wine glasses my cousin bought, I think it totally counts as fancy. I think there's actual glasses now, too... apparently everything isn't meant to be drank out of coffee mugs. Who knew?“

She knew, but they'd always been tight on money, so excess containers to hold their beverages seemed a little bit silly. Alex guessed that wasn't really the case anymore, but part of her still enjoyed her coffee mugs best. 

Alex kept her face from falling when Aria mentioned that she'd seen the show. She supposed she shouldn't be surprised since Aria had been the one to introduce her to Fleetwood Mac in the first place, but she found herself grinning when her friend seemed happy to rewatch. 

“A rewatch it is then,” she exclaimed, “With a super dreamy cast at that.” She nudged some blankets towards where Ariadne would be sitting and waiting for her friend to join in the spot beside her. “Did you read the book, too?” She knew the answer was probably yes, but it'd be nice to know how much the show followed the book. 

—

“Well, I’m glad you don’t.” She was, really. Exceptionally so, Ariadne found herself thinking. Alex was nice and cool and kind, and it was through pure luck that the two of them had met, and she was grateful for that, even if the fact that Alex wasn’t feeling well made her feel a bit (or more than a bit) down.

“Pretty impressive for a soft drink, yeah. I don’t know if any of the other ones have degrees, but I also don’t want to be rude and assume one way or the other.” Ariadne watched the dog twitch in her sleep. “Um – I – Puppyeye might be happier elsewhere? If – if that’s okay.” So that Ariadne didn’t ruin everything because of what she was, and because animals could tell that she was bad. “Coffee mugs are perfect, though, but fancy wine glasses sounds like a fun way to have soda, yeah!” She nodded, enthusiastically. “Also like, you can eat ice cream out of coffee mugs too, so they’re multi-use and get to have fun pictures on them, sometimes.”

Another nod. “Yes! It’ll be just as good as watching it for the first time, though. Because you’re totally right, the cast are all wildly dreamy. Do you have a favorite? Like, dreamiest one? I – only if you wanna share.” Ariadne wasn’t sure if that was too weird to ask, but she’d asked it already and so, she supposed, there was no real turning back now. “I did – well, I listened to it on audiobook, which was such a good way to read it.”

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“I think it’s safe to say they’d throw doctor in the name if they were doctors,” Alex replied playfully, “That’d be a major marketing bag fumble if they weren’t throwing that in the name. So Dr. Pepper is clearly the genius of soft drinks. And delicious, which is the most important thing.” She heard a soft whimper in her head and saw Puppyeye twitching in her sleep. When Aria spoke, something clicked as she remembered her friend didn’t do too well around pets… and didn’t have a discernible heartbeat. “Oh, right,” she nodded and carefully lifted herself from the couch. 

“Here girl,” Alex lightly patted against her good leg for the puppy to follow to their room. Once the puppy was cozy in her bed, she shut the door quietly and made her way slowly back out to the living room, trying not to grimace with each step. She called out from the hallway, “Wine glasses it is.” 

She made an effort to not look towards the kitchen as she positioned herself back on the couch. While Alex has her suspicions about what Aria might be, she wasn’t sure she was ready to dive into the whole story of what happened with the hunter. She was tired of explaining… and mostly just tired. Soda and snacks and Daisy Jones sounded better than any of that. 

“We love a dreamy cast,” Alex smirked as Aria joined her on the couch, “I think we’re set up for the perfect afternoon of watching a whole season of a show. We’ve got soft drinks, candy, salty snacks… I can probably convince my cousin to bring home a pizza later.” She found herself cozying into the blankets as she pressed play and let herself be taken away by the story on the screen with the quiet and comforting presence of a good friend next to her. It was exactly the kind of afternoon she needed and she felt lucky to have a friend like Ariadne to spend it with. 

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