#Thea girl you did good

[thorinkingoferebor]

#thea plays bg3 #i want a dlc that's just my oc giving scratch THE BEST DAY #like non-stop belly rubs #day at the beach #squirrel chasing #ball throwing #one of those cute doggy birthday cakes made of meat #meeting loads of other good boys and girls to have zoomies with #one of those puppy cups you get at the fantasy drive through #big cuddle pile in the evening with the entire camp #did i waste an entire poition of speak with animals to get this line and be asked to throw the ball for him? #yes #no regrets #totally worth it #also i discovered that gale has a squeeky ball as well! for his kitty??? god i hope we get to see it

[desireesfics]

bad habits.

pairing: dealer!ellie x reader.

summary: when you were a kid you had always put a pillow or a big stuffed animal between your legs, you honestly felt comfort by it. but tonight you decided it was going to be somebodies head.

warnings: uh widely ellie giving head?, use of drugs, girls kissing 🤯, swearing, a little bit of dacryphilia, pretty self-indulgent i know its weird im sorry — MINORS DNI !!

a/n: just because the strikes ended does not mean you shouldnt stop posting about palestine!

———————

you were helpless, depressed even. being locked up in your dorm for god knows how long. your friends had been nagging you about various parties on campus, you simply just left them on read, not wanting to deal with the aftermath of the party.

it wasnt until now that you had decided to go. not because you wanted to, you were going against your own will.

your friends, isabella, mattie and thea were forcing you out of your dorm because the state you were in right now was just honestly disgusting.

you were packing a bag to go over to isabellas house because they werent letting you stay in that dorm for a minute more, when thea said. “youve been stuck in here for forever, we havent seen you in awhile, we miss you girl.”

you sighed, reaching over to your closet to find an outfit appropriate for tonight. “look i know, things just havent been the best right now.” you didnt bother to look back because you know all thats going to be written on their faces will be pity.

“can you guys help me pick an outfit atleast?” they squeal, marching over to you before yanking you out of their ways.

mattie held up a dress, it was pink, delicate, something you would were on a picnic.

“dude, thats so basic.” isabella called out from the side, rolling her eyes at matties choice.

“i dont wear stuff like this— how would i fucking know?” she huffed.

“calm down guys, why dont we let ms depresso give us an idea of what she wants?” thea shouts over the teo annoyingly loud girls.

“i— depresso? seriously? not even funny.” you roll your eyes before pulling up pinterest on your phone, you always managed to find decent outfits off of the app.

you typed in ‘party outfits aesthetic.’ before you landed on something similar you had in your closet.

the outfit had a mini, mini, mini, mini black skirt paired with a black lettuce-cut, corset bralette looking thingy and just below that, knee-high boots. you admit it, you looked hot as fuck.

“damn girl, if i were gay id definitely hit you up.” way to go isabella, way to go.

“oh please youre totally into girls, youre acting like you dont eye that dina girl everytime we walk around her area on campus.” mattie adds.

isabella did everything in her will power to ignore the comment, but she couldnt help but blush.

the look of approval shot around the room was hilarious and you all burst out into laughter. you really havent felt this good in awhile.

quickly memorising the girl mattie had mentioned before, you could remember she would always be hanging around with someone else.

“hey, any of you know the girl dina hangs with? i cant think of her name.” you think hard, like really hard, you knew the girl was attractive from all the times you had seen her since isabella coincidentally hung there too.

“yeah, her names ellie, i buy from her sometimes. why, you got the hots for her?” thea teases.

“just shut up and give me her insta.” you roll your eyes, playfully shoving the girl as the two others made ‘oooooh’ sounds.

“fine, just give me a second.” thea whips out her phone and starts going through her following. she clicks on a profile and holds the phone up to you so you could get a good look.

her account was private, by the looks of it she had a batman smoking weed profile picture? interesting.. her user was ‘@ellieisawesome327.’

sounds like a name some 5 year old would put on secretly. “oh, interesting.” you couldnt help but giggle, she obviously wasnt the best at using this stuff.”

you pulled out your phone and searched for her user, you didnt follow it just yet, you thought it would be creepy since she didnt know you at all. you simply just kept the name in the search bar, ready for when you actually want to follow her.

———————

a few hours had passed and you all had gotten done up, makeup, hair, outfits, everything you would do before a party.

“whos car we taken’?” mattie asked. you and the others looked at her like she was some idiot.

“theres only one car in the driveway, take a guess numbskull?” thea pointed out, mattie pouted.

“rude.” she huffed. turning around to scroll on tiktok.

you were sitting on the bed, getting comfy since the party wasnt for another hour, when you spotted one of isabellas pillow. you had put it between your legs, you found some comfort in doing that ever since you were a kid, it was a weird and bad habit.

“whatre ya’ doin silly?” isabella pointed out, she sort of new you had this weird habit of putting things between your legs.

“getting comfy, what does it look like?” you roll your eyes, scrolling through your instagram feed.

“if you actually want something between your legs, try and get head tonight.” isabella added. it was a harmless joke, your group had always joked like this. you toned out the muffled giggles in the back thinking if you should actually get laid tonight.

it had been awhile since you had had sex, and it was getting annoying hearing everyones ‘wild’ stories.

you tool the pillow out from between your legs and threw it back into its position it was in before.

“you guys think we should get going? the parties in twenty minutes.” thea said. you all nodded and got up from your positions to march off to the car.

the drive was ten minutes, you put on your group playlist, it was made for roadtrips you guys took every once and awhile. but tonight you just needed to hear something other then their voices.

you were all vibing to the music when it eventually came to a stop. you sighed and got out of the car, shivering as the cold wind hit your very exposed body.

everyone walked in, it wasnt exactly packed, but you hesitated and mattie noticed that.

mattie was the average femme grouped masc. the one to carry around the shopping bags when you went shopping kind of girl. she was sweet, there were times where you had found yourself harmlessly crushing over her. she knew you had a bit of anxiety and offered you some of her meds before leaving but you kindly declined.

now obviously regretting your decision, she gripped onto your hand and squeezed it tight, for reassurance. you smiled and walked in with the others.

———————

it had been 2 hours and the group had split, isa probably off eating dinas face off, mattie chatting with some of the guys from a basketball team she had played against when faking being a guy as a dare, and thea off buying or even selling drugs. you were sat on a dusty old couch, not exactly wasted but definitely not sober.

you hadnt noticed you were sitting next to the girl whos instagram you were stalking earlier. but the realisation hit when you smelt weed from her direction.

she was very obviously eye fucking you, she wasnt even shy about it, it couldve been the weed that was in her system or she was wildly bold.

“hey?” you started off your soon long to be conversation.

“hi.” she was caught off guard when she realised you were talking to her.

“ellie right?” she nodded and you exchanged your name to her, along with numbers. you sat back further into the couch, parting your legs a little giving her a slight view of what was under you skirt. you enjoyed the fact that she was looking. a little smirk appeared on your face and she didnt notice it.

“my friend thea buys from you right?” she snapped her head up to look into your eyes. you noticed the green in her eyes under the blue hue of the lights in the room. she nodded,

“yeah why? wanna buy from me?” you shook your head.

“kinda tight on money right now, i would though.” you sighed, resting your head on your hand.

she thought for a minute. “ill share a blunt with you, only coz’ youre cute.” she winked and you blushed.

“oh, thanks..” you stare off awkwardly waiting for her to light it, she was wondering if she made you uncomfortable.

“s—sorry, didnt mean to make you uncomfortable.” you shook your head a smiled before she handed you the joint.

you took a puff and handed it back to her, waiting a bit before exhaling. you noticed she was manspreading. then you noticed she didnt quite look like any other girls that were at the party, very masculine. is she lesbian? no surely not, maybe she just likes being comfortable.

ellie was wearing a worn-out jacket, joels. she wore it everywhere she went.

she caught you staring at the position she was in, fighting the urge to spread them further. you noticed she was holding back from something and looked up at her, oh shit she caught you.

a shit eating grin was plastered on her face. “you ‘kay?” she asked, the same smug expression written all over her face.

you nodded and took the blunt out of her hand. you were blushing under the dim lights in the corner, the rest of the place was filled with colourful lights changing every second.

she started blushing too, she didnt know why. you looked up to her with parted lips. the high kind of kicking in now.

“can i.. kiss you?” you asked softly. you regretted that so hard, fuck fuck fuck she probably doesnt like girls..

she moved closer, draping a hand over your shoulder. “thought youd never ask.” she smirked before smashing her lips onto yours.

the kiss was hungry, like she was desperate for something, you couldnt quite place your tongue on it. the only thing placed on your tongue right now was hers. you kissed her back with just as much passion.

the moans you let out were absolutely pornographic. ellie knew she had to do something about this, stopping the kiss whilst you let out a whine from the lack of attention.

you were borderline wet, like waterpark wet, and it wasnt helping that you were wearing a flimsy skirt that had rode up in the process.

“cmon’ princess.” she took your hand, you felt a bit clumsy for some reason, dizzy, your head was foggy, only thinking about how good she tasted.

you followed her around as she knocked on various locked rooms. finally breaking one open, she slammed it shut, locking it and pressing you up against it. not to hard though, wouldnt wanna hurt your pretty little head.

“fuck, youre so goddamn hot.” she mumbled between kisses. you couldnt help but moan at how turned on she made you feel.

she pushed her knee up between your thighs and you shivered, grinding down onto it. chasing the very needed friction.

you wondered how such an innocent question like ‘can i kiss you?’ turned into you riding on her knee.

“els’, please..” that shit eating grin reappeared on her face and you just wanted to smack it right off, you rolled your eyes. your words and wetness only boosted her ego more.

“please what baby?” she teased. why was she teasing you? you couldnt take it. tears started bubbling in your eyes.

“please just— fuck me.” you mumble out. she liked the sight of you crying, so desperate for her. she was going to tease you more before you actually got what you wanted.

“what was that?” she smirked.

you looked up at her through teary eyes. “can you, uh— go down on me? please?” you were begging, that was a sight.

she pulled you over to the bed, through the dimly light room. “strip.”

you did as she said, it wasnt hard to take off your clothes since there was barely anything on you. first your top, leaving you in a skimpy black lacy bra to match your underwear. then came the boots and skirt.

finally, leaving you in a two piece set. she was waiting patiently for you to take them off. you dont know why you were so hesitant, maybe it was because you hadnt done this in awhile, or maybe it was because her stare was so intense it made your stomach do flips, distracting you from the easy task.

she walked over to help you since you couldnt finish what you had started. “d’ you want this?” you nodded painfully slow.

she peeled off your underwear, holding them up to get a good look before back down to your now bare cunt. it was dripping at the sight of her.

“s’ wet for me princess.” she smirked once more, if she smirked anymore her face would probably get stuck like that.

then came the bra, she asked you to turn around so she could unclip it, she was slightly struggling since she wasnt used to these fancy bras, only because she wears a sports bra.

you giggled and reached your arms behind you to take it off, turning around to leave her ogling at the sight of you.

“youre so beautiful.” you blushed, hard. she looked up at you for some sort of reassurance and you nodded.

a minute ago she was so dominant and now shes sweeter than a cookie. you adored that.

she reached her hands out to cup your tits, so soft, she thought. squeezing them and pinching your now hardened, pebbled nipples.

she elicited a moan out of you. you sat back on the bed for comfort and she dived into them. sucking harshly on your tits.

you couldnt tell if you hated it or loved it, your monas were telling her otherwise.

she left purple marks all over your neck, tits, stomach, anywhere she could mark really. you were huffing, all you needed her to do was touch you down there.

“patience baby.” she replied to your subtle huffs. you rolled your eyes, pleading with your body language as you rolled your hips into nothing.

her head moved down slowly, taking time with your body as if you werent some one night stand. did she actually like you?

she kissed all over your stomach and you felt giddy, you were giggling at how it tickled.

the she dipped her head low, taking in how soaked you were. the whole time you had been rubbing your thighs together. any subtle touch made you go crazy.

she fully dived in, and you moaned her name out, loud enough to here over the booming music. “e-els!” she teased your clit with her tongue, licking a stripe down, giving your clit kitten kisses.

her tongue reached places your fingers couldn’t surprisingly. you couldnt stop panting. it felt like heaven.

your vision was going blurry, white, if the coil in your belly bubbled anymore it was going to snap. “ellie.. i—im gonna!..” she moaned into your pussy, sending hypnotising vibrations into it.

“i know baby, come for me.” those words was the thing that snapped the bubbling coil.

you felt hot slick pool out of you, she lapped up all she could, almost overstimulating you. you were panting.

she got up and laid beside you, toying with your plush tits. you could almost fall asleep right then and there.

“alright,” she patted your thigh. “i gotta get going, heres my number though.” she pulled out a random piece of paper from her pocket and a pen. had she been preparing for this? you thought. she handed you the note like a little kindergartener and put her shirt back on.

you had the sudden urge to shove a pillow between your legs, whining from the loss. you fought back everything in you to shove the pillow that was staring at you between your legs. you watched ellie leave,

she left you on the bed looking back at you to smile before closing the door behind you. you eventually got up and put your clothes on, walking over to the bathroom that was in the small room to fix up your hair and makeup.

you realised your hand was still clutching that little piece of paper. you looked at it and read it slowly, still regaining composure.

‘**** **** **** **** message me ;) x’

you probably werent going to message her, but just incase, you slipped the note into your purse and walked out of the room going to look for you friends to take them home, luckily ellie had sobered you up.

———————

a/n: im sorry the ending actually sucks i was getting sick of this and i needed to get it out of my drafts. should i turn it into a series were reader actually messages ellie? idk.

#lesbian #ellie williams #ellie x reader #lgbtqia #i need ellie bro #wlw #bad habits #ellie williams tlou #ellie tlou #ellie is so hot #ellie x fem reader #ellie smut

[ressonancee]

IMPATIENT

✦ genre: friends with benefits, a dash of humor (?), reader is a bit of a brat and this has sub and dom undertones - smut

✦ word count: 3.040

✦ Thea note: okay first this was supposed to be a drabble for my girl @toruro so mika - i hope you enjoy it. second, I won't say anything bad about my own work but lately, i have been so busy and tired that writing is just harder than usual even when I have fun with it, i really like reader on this one so maybe we will see a pt 2 when my brain is not working at 25% of its capability - but I do hope y'all enjoy this even tho my brain is like fighting for dear life!!!

Your mind was completely empty. 

Hoshi had been speaking for a solid thirty minutes and if somebody asked what was the problem you couldn’t say something because everything that left Hoshi’s mouth did reach your ear, but your brain didn’t process it, because you were too busy using all your cognitive function. The only thing you could focus on was how Minghao was laughing at something Jeonghan said - even tho you actually didn’t hear his giggle it was something that you knew so well that your brain made you believe that he was laughing right there - at your side, but more than that, it was on how a brunette girl who was actually on his side - eating everything up, laughing at everything, looking at Minghao in awe, that, that scene was what making your brain way too busy. 

"And then she was like super angry that I didn't text her I mean she said we should stop talking first-" Hoshi said and stared at you waiting for an answer.

"Yeah, that's sucks, I'm sorry," you say taking another sip of your beer, "you know what? Maybe you should talk to Jeonghan. He could totally talk to her about how you misunderstood everything," you say already trying to drag Soonyoung to the other side of the room. 

"Yo!” Hoshi’s eyes lit up, “That's- That's really nice advice,"

"Right, let's talk to him," You say interlocking your arms with Hoshi and finally dragging him across the room, not even feeling that sorry, but again, you were too curious, too focused, to actually care about Hoshi’s love problem. Hell, you had one of your own right in your point of view

"Jeonghan my guy!" Hoshi calls making everyone in that little circle pay attention to you two. 

"What is going on?" Minghao asks when you stop at his side, that side-eye he gives you when he knows - somehow - that you have been up to no good. 

"You ask me?" You try your best to bat your eyelashes at him, even tho you know he won’t eat it up. 

"You were the one planning everything," Minghao says.

“Planning?” The brunette girl asks, and she is cute, she seems nice, she is the epitome of the girl next door.

“Oh yeah, planning how Hoshi is gettin’ his girl back you see-” You start, trying your best to be your own version of the girl next door.

“Hey I need something to drink, be right back,” Minghao says and starts to drag you to the kitchen - oh, that was how Hoshi felt? Weird, Karma was acting super fast lately. 

“Wait I wasn't planning-” You try to argue, huffing, and almost stomping your feet, "I was listening to a good friend talk about his heartbreak, and you? What were you doing with miss brunette and Jeonghan?"

"Are you?" He says and you can see how the corners of his mouth start to lift up, the foreshow of a smile and you just can’t take it.

"Nope," you say, trying your best, but you know he already won. 

"You are!" He giggles - that silly giggle he always does, the giggle that you love to hear, the giggle that makes your heart full almost to the point it bursts. And you give up, because you know he knows, "Maybe? A little?"

"Sure, a little," Minghao says, crossing his arms and leaning on the kitchen counter, and god he looks so good, he is tired and you know that because he has his glasses on instead of his contacts, his hair is already huffed up and longer - you like that, and you like to think he didn’t show up on his monthly haircut because you said that to him the last time, 

"Can we-" you start and before you finish you can see his smile. 

"Sure, you go first or I go first?" He asks. You two made a routine of it, made an almost everyday practice, a little secret that you two shared, tucked in away os the curious eyes of everyone else. In a way, it was something sacred, cherished, something only you two could tap into.  

"To your room?" You ask even though you know it is the only place possible right now, Minghao just nods, "Okay I go first, but you should go talk to Hoshi, he is in actual distress I wasn’t planning that up"

"Sure," Minghao says, standing in front of you - he looks at the door before he holds your face and just plants his lips on yours. And before you can say anything he vanishes. 

Leaving you there, standing still in the middle of the kitchen.

It was weird the whole sneaking out to not get caught part of the deal. You and Minghao have been friends for so long that your friends were his friends, and his friends were your friends and the whole thing was just messy. And maybe you didn't want to share that with everyone - every new detail of Hao was yours. But you also didn’t want to share the tiptoeing in the shallow water phase. 

In a way you wanted to learn what that was, is, and will become on your own.

So you try your best to not draw any attention to yourself, the first step of the process pick yourself a cold beer - that's why you were in the kitchen. Step two, go to Minghao's room, not that much trouble. Step three is not to fall asleep in his bed, he does spend way too much money on bedsheets, it feels like you are lying in a cloud. Soft, fluffy, and slightly cold against your skin. 

And you are almost drifting until you hear the door open, and it is not Hao.

"Hey," Chan says, already rummaging around, opening Minghao's drawers, "Did you see a charger around? Someone took mine, for real people need to understand boundaries in this household."

"Don't you tell me," you say smiling at Chan, the irony of it. 

"Yeah I know," he huffs making you laugh, "but someone stole mine first," then he turns out you, his expression is almost a question mark, "Wait, are you okay? Why are you here?"

"Just a headache," you say trying your best to give an academy winner performance, lifting up your hand, touching your forehead and all.

"Oh yeah, do you need anything? I know this house is a mess but we do have painkillers," Chan says sincerely. 

"No, no, already took one, I'm good, thanks Channie," you say almost feeling bad to lie, almost being the keyword.

"Chan, what are you doing?" Minghao says resting his shoulder on the door. 

"Oh man," Chan says defeated, "I am doing nothing, and if your charger disappeared it wasn't me ok? Mine was stolen too,"

"I-" Minghao shakes his head, huffing up a bit while closing the door. 

"Lock it," you remark "or we will get Mingyu searching for a hair tie while your dick is in my mouth," You say taking off your own shirt, and already working on the button of your pants when Minghao's cold hands reach yours.

"Why are you always in a hurry," he says, his hands traveling to your shoulders, pressing you down until your back finds the mattress. 

"You do live with four other guys, so-" you say like it was common sense, because you know Minghao's roommates, they are your friends as well, and you know they are fucking nosy.

"No, you always like that," Minghao says, lowering his body against yours, "even when nobody is around," he says against your neck. 

"I'm not," you say, hands on the back of his neck, playing with his hair while his lips find the skin of your neck.

"You are," he says kissing your jaw, "you need to learn how to be patient."

"Yeah, whatever," you say almost rolling your eyes, tugging at Minghao's hair, "not today though." 

"Why not?" Minghao says, voice low like he is telling you a secret, while his digits trace the strap of your bra. 

"Because," you whine but Minghao is still working in slow motion, his lips tracing your collarbones, "today you gonna fuck me stupid, I can learn something tomorrow"

"I can fuck you stupid even if we do it slowly," Minghao giggles again, god and you almost hate him, his fingers finally tugging the strap enough, he gives your shoulder a kiss before tugging the cup of your bra. 

"And if I say please?" You say making Minghao stop on his track and you almost laugh before he looks at you.

"If you say what?"

"If I say pretty please can you fuck me stupid and like right now? You can totally teach me a lesson tomorrow or-" you say hands against Minghao's face and tugging him just enough until he understands what you want - him - pressed against you, his lips against yours, him against your hands, your mind is only filled with thoughts of him, him, him.

“Come on-” Minghao says, holding your head - making you whine a little when you try to follow him, trying to keep your lips connected, “say it”

“Oh no,” It’s your time to giggle, your smile plastered across your face, and it is so easy to be happy when Minghao's cold hands are against your waist when he is kneeling between your thighs, “You like it too much”

“And? What’s wrong with that?” he says dragging his hands over your body until reaches the waistband of your jeans, “If you ask prettily," Minghao pauses tugging at the belt loops, "you know I will give you everything you ask for”

"Promise?" You say, your own voice sounds different against your ears somehow, your hands holding Minghao's forearm. You can feel your cheeks burn, but just like Minghao, you are willing to give him everything he asks for. And he just nods, hands pressed against your thighs now. "Can you please just fuck me? I promise tomorrow you can tease me and take your precious time."

"Yeah, sure sweetheart," Minghao says smirking at you, it is so condescending that you want to stand up and pick a fight with him, but in the end he means it - he is already working on your jeans, hands dragging against your hips before he gets off the bed just to pull at the bottom hem. "but, just so you know, make sure you have a free afternoon tomorrow."

"Sure, sure, gonna timeblock you right after my dentist appointme-" you start but end up being cut off by your own welp of surprise because Minghao's hand finds your thigh and drags you across the bed.

"You are so smart-mouthed sometimes," he says again finding his place in the space between your thighs, and you just pout - not because of the quip, but because he is still fully dressed, "What?"

"You're still dressed," you say tugging at the hem of his shirt, and Minghao laughs again like you are saying the silliest thing in the world, but that doesn't take your mind away when he lowers his body to kiss you again. 

You try your best to keep your mind focused, still tugging Minghao's shirt, hands lifting the material off his back until it's pooling at his shoulders. When Minghao gets on his knee to finally take the damn thing off you follow him, lips against his chest, hands already on his jeans. 

"Come on," you complain, tugging at his jeans. 

"Ok, ok," Minghao huffs out before leaving the bed again, looking at you with a smirk on his face, "I'm taking it off don't need to pout," he says finally taking off those damn jeans but leaving on his underwear, "come on, your turn"

"Hun?" You say totally distracted, making Minghao giggle again, "Oh okay," you finally get what he means, taking off your own bra. 

"Fuck," Minghao says, before he is kissing you again, "you are so pretty, you should let me-"

"Baby you promised," you whine, because you know Minghao like the back of your hand. 

"You are the first one that hates the idea of me taking my time," Minghao says when his hands find your hips, tugging at your panties, making you lift your hips a little to help him, "I could totally eat you out right now,"

"I know," you whine, and it is true, he could eat you out, and you know he loves doing it. But Minghao is right, you do not have the patience, "tomorrow I let you go down on me for like forty-five minutes"

"You say like that is a hassle for you," Minghao says, hands against your knee, eyes on your pussy,  "or for me by the way"

"Oh for fuck sake," you try to close your legs even though Minghao’s hand is still on your knees, blocking your action. 

"Ok ok sh-" Minghao says, finally lowering his underwear, and for the first time you think about it. Think about learning how to be patient, to be calm, and composed, just so you can change your plans just to put Minghao’s dick in your mouth. Okay, maybe not calm and collected but less stubborn, but before you can say it all Minghao is just taking too long searching for the condom making you impatient again, but before you can complain he guides his dick to your pussy.

“This is insane,” you complain, Minghao hovering over you, his longer bangs over your face, making you ticklish. 

“What?” Minghao says against the skin of your neck, his voice sound muffled. His hand is still on your waist, his dick hot against your thigh. 

“You really want to make me beg?” You say tugging Minghao’s hair, “Is this a kink? Do we need to talk about this?” 

“I mean, I’m not really against a pretty girl begging for my dick,” Minghao says, making you shudder.

“Not gonna give you that,” you say - and it is not because you are stubborn, you are, and you know that, but with Minghao is just fun, the push and pull of it, the banter, this thing going on between the two off you. 

“You are so fucking stubborn,”

“Come on, I already said please,” You say pretending you are against the idea of begging Minghao - like you never did before. 

“Sure baby,” Minghao says giving you a kiss on your cheeks, and is just so sweet like he is not about to fuck you like he is not holding his dick against your pussy - rubbing himself against you, "Just because you said please", he says in that condescending tone, but before you can argue or raise your voice, Minghao is finally fucking you and the feel of his dick stretching you out is enough to make you speechless. 

And it was always like that, it always ended up with Minghao filling you up.

And you can't complain when he is fucking you the way he likes it - a lewd pace that makes your mind spin, it makes you claw Minghao's back, while his grip against your tightens. Maybe - you think to yourself - just maybe you try to hurry Minghao up to see if he caves up, to see if he has another side inside him, to see if he fucks you hard and fast makes you like him less, makes you less addicted to the feel of his skin against yours, the feel of his mouth against your neck. 

But he never complies. 

He keeps fucking you at his own pace, at his own volition. 

“Hao please,” you beg - because you are ready to give Minghao everything he wants if he gives you something in return. 

“Ah, so now we are not above begging?” Minghao chuckles, his voice so close to your ear that his lips graze your skin. 

“Please,” you try again “I will beg, I will do whatever you want I promise.” 

“Come on,” Minghao says, one of his hand trailing against your skin, until it reach your neck, “we both know you won’t, behaving is against your own existence” 

“You say that like you hate it”

“I actually love it, that’s the problem,” Minghao says, planting a kiss on your cheeks before he finally picks up his pace.

You understand Minghao really, sometimes you are too hastened. Is not like you are particularly against him taking his time, warming you up, eating you out, and fucking you at his own pace - you enjoy all that. But you also enjoy what he is doing now, fucking you fast and hard enough that you need to hold on for dear life.

You like this Minghao too - this version of him that nothing is holding him back. 

And the only thing in your mind is Minghao.

The only thing you can think about is him. How he feels against you, how Minghao licks your skin, how his hand clutches your hips, and how he is panting against your neck. When everything starts to get muffled you know that you are almost there - and the only thing you can do to muffle your own noises is to bite down Minghao's shoulder. 

And everything stands still for a minute.

“We need to stop sneaking out,” MInghao says panting above you, you look at him and how disheveled he looks, how his sweaty hair clings to his forehead. He always says that to you, how he always brings that up after sex, If he weren’t a non-believer you would say it was the Christian guilt kicking in after sex, but you know Minghao, and you know why he asks.

“Yeah, I think Chan is finally catching up that something is going on,” You say, your own smile plastered on your face when you hear his silly giggle. 

You look at Minghao again, he is sitting on the bed, back against you. probably dealing with his condom, and you try to bite your own tongue, you try to hold yourself back but the urge to say something is stronger than you, and to be honest when it is about pushing Minghao’s buttons you are not the strongest soldier “but first we are going to talk about your kink list sir," and Minghao silly giggle just turns into a disapproving growl. 

#xu minghao fic #xu minghao fanfic #xu minghao smut #xu minghao x reader #seventeen fic #seventeen fanfic #seventeen smut #t: xu minghao #t: writting #svt fic #svt fanfic

[patrophthia]

do not make him ‘go away’ | tom riddle

pairing: tom riddle x hufflepuff!reader

genre: literally just fluff and comedy (bc i love turning dark morally grey character into soft babies), superrrr self indulgent, not beta read.

word count: 4.6K

originally posted on wattpad: a while back lol

"i got knocked off my feet not amnesia."

the corner of his lips perked up at her comment, such a small motion that she almost didn't notice.

"i'll keep that in mind." and then, with a disappointed look thrown at malfoy, riddle asked her, "is he bothering you?"

"kind of," she answered slowly, not trusting where this conversation would go. "why?"

riddle ignored her question, opting on following up with his own instead, "do you want me to get rid of him for you?"

or the trope simply the trope of grumpy reluctant boyfriend and bubbly/fun girlfriend.

she had always loved defense against the dark arts. don't get her wrong, the classes and lessons were always great. professor thea was good at her job, teaching them both the theoretical and physical studies that is needed from the subject.

but now, as she landed flat on her butt, she hated the subject more than she could ever imagine. malfoy was a terrible dueling partner, taking every possible chance to knock her off her feet.

"do you want me to go easy on you badger?" he asked tauntingly, towering over her.

she looked up at him —half expecting for him to offer a hand but he only smirked at her. "you're a dick."

"i sure am." he only watched her struggle with amusement.

there was a scoff from besides him and within a split second he was being nudged over. replacing him was the head boy, leaning down to look at her with furrowed eyebrows. he offered her a hand; one which she took and lifted herself up.

she muttered a quick thanks, not sparing him a look whilst she busied herself with wiping soot off of her clothes. looking back up, she found him gazing at her.

"what's your name?" he asked after a minute, watching her with skepticism.

"[name]?" she replied, unsure. he knew her name, surely he did, they had partnered up during sixth year for a potions project and he can't have forgotten it in the span of one year could he? "i thought you already knew that."

"i did." riddle pursed his lips, nodding to himself. "i just wanted to make sure you knew your name."

she scoffed, giving him a dirty look. "i got knocked off my feet not amnesia."

the corner of his lips perked up at her comment, such a small motion that she almost didn't notice.

"i'll keep that in mind." and then, with a disappointed look thrown at malfoy, riddle asked her, "is he bothering you?"

"kind of," she answered slowly, not trusting where this conversation would go. "why?"

riddle ignored her question, opting on following up with his own instead, "do you want me to get rid of him for you?"

if it were anyone else she would've laughed it off as a joke but tom riddle has this ominous thing about him, one that put you slightly on edge, making it seem as though he would actually follow through with his threat.

so —as annoying as malfoy was, she told him. "no." and then, slightly terrified that she would wake up tomorrow with the news that abraxas malfoy had mysteriously gone missing, she added as a precaution, "don't kill him."

she wasn't sure if she was joking or genuinely scared that riddle would do it for her sake. no matter how much he would deny it, to her —he seemed like a feminist, never failing to hand detentions out to male students who mistreated girls. so killing his cult follower for a woman wouldn't be far from how she characterized of him.

"not unless i'm dying then you can kill him."

it was barely a month later when the same occurrence happened; malfoy was her dueling partner once more, malfoy shot her a spell at her that had her landing on the floor, malfoy mocking her for apparently being a 'weak' dueler, riddle pushing him over and offering her a helping hand.

asking her, "can i kill him now?"

to which she replied, without fail. "no."

riddle gave her a dissatisfied look but kept his hands off of malfoy nonetheless, respecting her request.

why he listened to what she said, she couldn't answer.

not until he asked her to call him tom (or maybe something else a significant other would use), not until tom asked to be her boyfriend, not until tom reluctantly agreed to trail after her on a trip to hogsmeade with her friends.

it seems as though tom could never say no to her.

"are you ready?" she asked, peeking her head inside of his dormitory's door.

tom whipped his head around from where he stood in front of his mirror, looking less than excited to be going out today. "yes."

"great," she tried to stop herself from squealing, pushing the door open so she could approach his side. "i can't wait for you to meet them, they think i'm lying to them about you."

tom fully turned himself to face her, giving her a once over and taking in how she looked.

pretty.

as always.

he felt something flutter in his chest, pride for having her? excitement in finally going to honey dukes after hearing so much about it? the hope of being able to convince her to let him make malfoy go away? love?

no it can't be. he was conceived after a love potion, he can't love. feeling slightly frustrated with himself, tom grumbled, "stop looking at me like that."

she furrowed her brows, curious by what he meant. "like what?"

"like you have feelings for me."

"tom," she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose out of irritation. "i'm literally your girlfriend, i'm supposed to have feelings for you."

tom blinked. her telling him that she was his girlfriend shouldn't have felt as good as he did. what the fuck is wrong with him. defeatedly, he muttered, "i'm breaking up with you."

"yeah sure you are."

•••

"so how long have you been going out?" rae asked, acting oblivious as if [name] hadn't told her every single detail about their relationship.

she smiled, nudging for tom to answer.

tom took a deep breath. a response that rae was silently hoping for after hearing about just how grumpy and moody tom was from her friend. trying to tease him without doing so much as saying anything provoking.

he then smiled, turning on his charms in order to converse. "five months and thirteen days."

trying to get under her boyfriend's skin, [name] frowned, feigning confusion. "five months?"

"yes." tom cleared his throat, glaring at her. "and thirteen days."

"is that right?" rae questioned, trying to irk him. "[name] told me you've only been together for three months."

the slytherin turned to her, his face showing offense. "you did?"

"i love the weather this morning," she said instead, trying to distract him.

yet tom was persistent, he knew they were having a laugh, he wasn't daft, but it certainly didn't feel good to hear rae say what she said. "did you?"

"merlin isn't it crowded today?" she ignored him, looking out the carriage's window as it pulled to halt. she opened the door, landing on solid ground before looking back to where she was sat. with a tilt of her head, she signaled for them to exit as well. "what are you waiting for?"

tom sulked as he got off the carriage, a small pout on his lips. "are you going to answer me?"

she looked down the streets, seeing it packed with people from left to right before turning to him, letting her hand find his and interlocking it. "no."

tom felt a urge to pull his hand away, not used to PDA but it felt so right, so right that he went against his better judgement and mumbled something so stupid he mentally facepalmed himself. "why are you touching me?"

she only giggled in response, noting the confuse tone he had instead of being vexed by his words. "so i wouldn't lose you. you can't expect me to keep track of you with this many people around, can you? i can't lose my boyfriend."

not when he was a dark wizard who was constantly reminded that killing people is a morally wrong thing to do. "what if you start finding people to join your little fan club?"

having to tell him to not use the basilisk for salazar slytherin's quote-unquote unfinished business was hard enough for her to handle, let alone telling forty —maybe even fifty others, that it was a wrong action to take.

maybe it was her 'i can fix him' mentality but in all honesty, tom has been behaving way better ever since they'd gotten together then aragog has all year. and yes, she knew it was wrong to compare a human to an acromantula but when the said human was conceived under a love potion and has no real concept of what love is.

if he was as good as a spider, he was good to go.

"you say that like i'm evil," tom murmured, barely audible due to the loud chatter hogsmeade provided.

"you're not?" she countered incredulously. "didn't you say you wanted horcruxes despite knowing what it takes to make one?"

"yeah but . . ." he trailed off, finding himself at a loss of a word. "i didn't end up making one, idiot."

what an endearing nickname. "that doesn't make it any better, tom. you still thought about it."

"but i didn't make it."

•••

being head boy brought tom gossip. whether he cared for it or not, it always follows him. he had heard every rumors there was, knowing them thoroughly from start to finish. tom never bothered to care about them, not until he found himself becoming friends with a group of girl who would talk their heads of about anything.

with a "come in!" from his girlfriend, tom opened the door to her dorm room. he shut it behind him, eyes roaming around to try and find her. finally his eyes landed on where she sat by her desk, head low, crouching over a long strip of parchment.

"walburga and orion are betrothed." he stated, standing by her side.

"what?" rae screamed before she could, power walking out of the bathroom with her tooth brush in hand. "the blacks?"

"who else," tom said with a roll of his eyes.

that caught her attention, she turned to him, curiosity written all over her face. "aren't they cousins?"

"they're pure-bloods, inbreeding is in their genes," came octavia, [name]'s dormmate and friend who was nicer than rae would ever be. then, with a look of distaste, she added, "how could they force an engagement on orion? he's literally a fifth year while walburga graduated last year. it's disgusting."

"well," rae snickered, "what else would we expect from the black family?"

"i also caught macmillan and weasley are snogging on my rounds today," tom said, sitting down on his girlfriend's bed. "asked me to keep it a secret but there's only so much to be kept in the chamber."

rae chortled, hand covering her mouth. "you know, in my native language they would call you ប្រុសមាត់ក្តួយ (pronounced pros-moit-kdouy)."

[name]'s brow knitted along with tom's, narrowing their eyes at rae. "what does that mean?"

rae only giggled, sitting up on her bed with octavia listening it. "it technically means 'a man who can't keep his mouth shut about drama' in khmer but the literal translation is a guy with a vagina for a mouth."

"what the fuck." tom muttered, eyes wide. the three girls in the room bursted out laughing, that must've been the first time they'd ever hear him curse. "why would you call me that?"

"because you are," rae countered.

"i'm not!" he argued, "you just called me a labia."

"she never called you a labia," came [name] from his side, "you called yourself that."

"i-" tom paused, unable to tell if he himself was angry, annoyed, amused or disgusted by their conversation. "i don't like you guys anymore."

"you're welcome to leave any time you want," rae quipped, gesturing towards the door. "or find new friends."

octavia changed the topic, done with their bantering and told them about a story with a guy she'd met. apparently they'd been going out for a total of three months, keeping it a secret, before he cheated on her.

she was mad at him but he made it seem as if it was her fault; telling her that what she heard was true but he couldn't stop about thinking them. and he knows that she's been there a few time as well, insinuating that octavia could ever do something as wrong as cheating.

there was a look tom shot his girlfriend when octavia finished recalling everything that happened between her and chris marsh.

[name] sighed, knowing why exactly he gave her the look and shook her head. "no."

"but-"

"no buts," she interrupted, pinching the bridge of her nose with frustration, "you cannot kill him. we talked about this tom."

"i know but he's hurting her," he pointed out, "and she's your friend so. . ."

"tom please," she pleaded, "no killing is justifiable unless one of us in danger with actual death."

"promise me i won't wake up to find out that marsh is missing."

"i promise that you won't wake up to find out that marsh is missing," said tom defeatedly.

•••

tom looked ridiculously stupid, he knew that. he sighs, feeling rae smearing wet paint on his face. the things he did for his girlfriend.

if you were to go back in time to tell tom riddle that he would be sitting on a chair getting his face painted black and yellow for a quidditch game, he'd think you were having a laugh and cast a killing curse at you.

but now, being told repeatedly to, "stay still you pesky snake" by his girlfriend's friend as she watched the two of them interact without the smallest hint of jealousy, tom —he would never ever in a million years admit this— couldn't be happier.

there was such a soft domestically about it, him getting along with her friend without the urge to kill rae or for rae to kill him, knowing that they were friends who just liked to threatened one another was more than anything tom could ask for.

he felt good, despite the uncomfortableness that came with donning a different set of colors. he (surprisingly) didn't care that he wasn't dressed in green in silver, being more than happy to be supporting her.

after finally being let go by rae; tom stood up, facing his girlfriend. with a tilt to his head, he asked her, "i thought i could be very persuasive until i met you."

"never thought i'd be going to quidditch game, let alone support another house." his eyes then glanced to a mirror that stood besides her, taking in his own appearance. salazar, rae must be taking the piss, he looked like a clown. eyes shifting back to her, he asked tiredly, "are you happy now?"

"i am if you are," she responded, taking a step towards him."i'm not," tom grumbled truthfully, not hiding a single ounce of annoyance. she shrugged, smiling. "that's too bad, i take back what i said. i'm happy now."

the three made their way out of her dorm and into the hufflepuff's common room to meet up with octavia. tom eyes quickly roamed the room, surprised by how many of the students who were spending their time there was from another house.

from his quick scan, tom had managed to count a total of five slytherins. three of which who were visibly miserable, face painted yellow with their friend or significant other beaming besides them. and the other two, being the ones who were forcing face paint onto their ravenclaw and gryffindor friends.

no matter how much time he'd spent welcomed in the hufflepuff common room. tom would never understand how they could be so comfortable with letting anyone enter whenever they pleased. that would not flow well with the slytherins.

up the great hall they went, passing the grand entrance before leaving the castle entirely and making their way to the quidditch pitch.

with a kiss on tom's cheek, an action that had his eyes widening and face flushed red, she bid him, rae, and octavia a goodbye before making her way into the changing room.

rae led the way towards the stands, fighting with tom about where the appropriate seat for him would be.

"no not in the slytherin section," rae argued, trying to find the best place for their group of three. "how could you be the head boy and be so stupid?"

"you're sitting in the hufflepuff row where your girlfriend would be looking for support from," she said with a tone of obviousness, finally settling down at a place she found best suited for the three of them. "honestly."

the match ended quickly, she'd had spotted the snitch within the first thirty minutes of the game before she started her pursuit and caught it in the next four minutes.

gryffindor lost by a hundred and ten points and without consciously knowing it, tom found himself cheering loudly for her, his voice was overpowered by rae but it was the thoughts that count.

there was a flash from his side, he turned, finding octavia giggling with a polaroid in hand. she wordlessly offered it to him. tom took it, curious as what he would find on it.

the picture developed bit by bit, revealing tom in frozen cheerful state, eyes bright as he watched the scene before him, his forehead was yellow, his mouth gaping with its corner tipping upwards. behind him was rae, on her feet with her hands pressed against the railing, frantically screaming at something the picture couldn't fully depict.

"you're not keeping it." octavia told him. "it's for [name]."

octavia then slipped a hand into her pocket, picking out a new picture and handed it to him. "you can have this though."

inspecting it, tom found a picture of himself frowning on his girlfriend's bed. she sat besides him, laughing as if her life depended on it, her head was thrown back, a hand clutching onto her stomach.

tom pocketed the picture, smiling to himself. "when did you take this?"

"when she told you to not make marsh 'go away'."

•••

graduation came and tom was quick to ask her to move in with him. she was skeptical at first, reasoning with him that neither of them had jobs that provided enough for them to have a financially stable home, but that idea was shot down when tom told her that the ministry had already reached out to him.

offering him a job that would let them live a comfortable life. they moved in together shortly after, finding a small cottage that looked perfect for the two.

she was able to turn her hobbies into a job, making her more than just happy. by 1950, tom —with all his slytherin ambitions— found his way to the top, earning the position of minister of magic.

it was late when tom came home, having to run over a last-minute case that malfoy presented him. he shrugged his coat off, trying to be quiet as to not wake his (still) girlfriend up. tom found his way into their bedroom where he found the en-suite door wide opened, he walked forward trying to take peek.

inside was her stood in front of the mirror, taking off her make up with a cotton pad when she spotted him, her eyes shifted to him for a second before turning back to herself. "how was work?"

"it was good," he answered, tugging at his tie. and then he furrowed his brows, lip tugged underneath his teeth. quietly, he muttered, "let's get married."

she blinked rapidly, not believing her own ears, she whipped around with a small noise of confusion, facing him. "what did you say?"

"let's get married," he repeated casually, finally getting his tie off. "are you proposing to me?" she asked him."yes." he nodded. "i thought that was clear."

"so yes or no?"

the wedding took place two years later, with it being repeatedly postponed due to tom's work but it was perfect nonetheless. they had friends and coworkers (that they actually liked) at the ceremony. rae teased tom endlessly, not once giving him a break for taking so long to propose.

in 1959, octavia invited them to dinner at her house, her and husband having an announcement for them all to hear. but before she got to the good part, octavia told her about some of the not-so-good news.

her husband, dawn, was recently bitten by a werewolf. he was having a hard time experiencing the transitions during the full moon so they had a request for them.

now here comes the good news along with her favor: octavia was pregnant, she was four weeks long and since it was only her and dawn.

she will be needing help.

"that's all?" rae asked, frowning. isn't it already implied that rae, her, and tom would all help her when she'd gotten herself knocked up? "you know you needn't ask right? i will be spoiling that child rotten."

octavia smiled, feeling relief. why did she even feel nervous in the first place? these were her friends, the same ones who collectively bullied every man she's ever broken up with. they will always have her back. "that's all."

and then she added, "i just thought it might be a burden to you guys. it's just- it will be hard since dawn would have to recover from the full moon and i'd have to work, so i need people who i can trust to babysit the kid sometimes."

"you could never be a burden," [name] said, "not when i can be the cool aunt."

"oh please," rae let out a loud cackle, "you would never be the cool aunt. that's me."

octavia gave birth on november, 3rd, 1959 to a lovely girl named clementine calla azure. the same day that the blacks welcomed their first son, sirius orion black. rae (would lie if you ever pointed this out to her) was ecstatic when clementine turned out cuter than the black's son did.

she, liked she had stated months prior, spoiled the child to death. buying it everything it could possibly want, babysitting it every time octavia even looked like she needed help.

octavia —instead of using the time to relax, spent her time creating a wolfsbane potion. making the potion was a tedious process but she had more than enough time from tom changing clementine's diaper because he, despite being forced, had promised that he would also help with her baby.

rae was an author who made enough for herself to live lavishly. apparently, muggles really love the story about a dark wizard trying to kill a little kid for his chance to be immortal.

"so," rae clapped with clementine prompted on her hip. tom, dawn, octavia and [name] were all scattered around the living room, sitting down and listening to rae as she stood. "you're probably wondering why i called you all over."

there were noises of confirmation before rae started up again. "i've been doing some research lately and there's more people who has been involuntary bitten than you would think. basically what i'm saying is that tom —since you're the god of magic or whatever— needs to draw up a new bill where werewolves would be known by the ministry and themselves only so the ministry can provide help."

"werewolves tend to have a hard time finding work and keeping the job since they would have to recover every full moon and miss work days. the potion octavia created is going to be recorded in the history book, we know that, but something else that should be recorded in history is how the lovely tom riddle —who i definitely like and doesn't want to have a one v one with— made a law or whatever, where if a werewolf is legally signed in with the ministry, they get a wolfsbane potion provided by the ministry by owl every month."

"they're extremely costly rae, and they take a ridiculous amount of time to make." dawn was quick to point out the flaw, understanding this topic more than anyone else in the room. "not to mention how there's millions of people like me out there, we won't be able to get them to everybody."

"tom is like the zeus of magic," rae said, slightly irritated that they didn't just agree right of the bat. "if he just created a lab and put twenty of the best witches and wizards in there with large pots and get it brewing, they can make it work. and as for the products needed, there's always herbologists that needs work —not trying to stereotype but most of them are hufflepuffs, they would take the chance to help without even thinking twice."

"it will work, trust me," rae said, almost pleading, "what do you say, riddle?"

the law, or bill, or whatever it was, was put into place shortly after. werewolves were scared and skeptical at first, always having been labeled as monsters until eventually people started piling in for help and they were given what they needed. octavia loved her new job at the ministry for it meant she could be helping out her husband and everyone like him whilst also having the freedom to invent whatever else she wanted.

"tavia brought clementine to work today," tom stated, making his way into their library. "so i've been thinking."

"oh no," she muttered, dropping her book onto her lap, "you never have good thoughts after seeing clementine."

tom tilted his head slightly, narrowing his eyes. "what do you mean?"

"last time you saw her, you decided that it was a good idea to have your basilisk follow after her when she grows up so she'd never get hurt," she answered, looking up at him as he stood before her.

tom shrugged. "i don't see any flaws in that plan, if anything i think it's the best thing for clementine."

"how can you be the minister of magic and be an absolute dumbass?" she laughed, feeling his hand reach down to rest on her cheek.

"because, i'm not," he said easily, eyes focused on hers, "and believe it or not i actually have a brilliant idea that you might actually like for once."

"alright," she muttered, amusing him, "what is it?"

"i think clementine should have a cousin."

"clementine already has a cousin—"

"that's not what i meant, idiot," tom cut her off, a small smile etching on his lips, "you know exactly what i'm trying to say. don't play dumb, pet."

"i actually don't know what you meant," she said matter-of-factly, feigning innocent, "please explain."

tom sighed. "i want us to try for a baby."

"i thought you hated kids."

"i do," he agreed, "but i also know that i wouldn't hate them if they were ours."

— from bee: this was very OOC but idc,,, fluffy tom or no tom ever (i have the i can fix him mentality)

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⁘ bradley bradshaw, the notoriously ill mannered head chef at the small franchise pub down the street, is quite content with his fast paced job. no commitments or obligations outside of his kingdom of sharp knives, pots, pans, prep work and a shot of jäger after a double. that is until a new waitress is hired, and suddenly his strict and rigid rules of no obligations or commitments starts to waver. . .

› pairing; bradley bradshaw x f!reader

word count; ~ 3.9K

× chapter warnings; swearing, mentions of alcohol, crying, food mention, rude guests.

disclaimer; I am basing most of the chefs/waitresses on people I have worked with/encountered. Most of their traits will be as realistic as possible.

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“I just don’t understand why he hates me so much! I’ve only ever been nice since I started working with y’all!” 

Dinner had been over for some time now, and the music was doing a subtle crescendo as more people trailed in through the doors. Wine glasses were empty and forgotten, drinks now half drunk in front of the three girls. 

“Listen, don’t think on it too much, Rooster hates everyone!” Mir had to raise her voice to be heard over the music, raising a brow as she sipped on her gin and tonic.

“But he doesn’t hate you guys!” the whine to your voice was bordering pathetic, but you’d had a couple of more drinks than you were used to, and the girls had introduced you to whiskey sours - something you hadn’t tried before. Thea looked alarmed at your outburst, not due to the loudness, but to what she was picking up between the lines. 

“Babe, don’t get involved with Rooster. It won’t end well, alright? Trust me.” she’d scooted closer to you, her lips against your ear as she spoke. Looking at her kind face, you thought you saw traces of hurt in there. 

“I don’t… I wasn’t– I just want him to be nice to me, okay? That’s all,” deflecting seemed like a good way to go, nonchalantly shrugging your shoulders as you stirred the ice around in the hobstar glass in front of you. Thea and Mir looked at each other before they burst out laughing, and heat was starting to spread throughout your body.

“In that case, sweetheart - you’d probably be better off treating him like shit!” 

“What? Like how?” 

“Honey, treat him like he treats you. Cuss him out a little! Tell him he fucking sucks. Better yet, prance in and don’t spare him a glance - tell him to fuck off once in a while. Or wait, maybe don’t do that, he gets off on that,” Thea frowned and Mir howled with laughter at the disgusted facial expression Thea pulled. 

“I can’t do that!” looking at the two girls, both of whom were wearing matching expressions of what could only be described as pity. “God, she’s so sweet isn’t she?” Mir grasped a shot glass and downed it in one go “I remember when I was like that.” to the uninitiated, there might be traces of bitterness in there. 

“Cookie, we’re not telling you to be purposefully mean - we’re telling you to… match his energy, yeah? You don’t deserve the shit he’s been pulling. So, throw it back at him, let him know you won’t stand for it.” Thea smiled at you, putting her hand over yours. It felt good to know that they had noticed how Bradley was treating you, and to hear her say you didn’t deserve it felt like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders.

“Yeah! You’re doing way better than I did when I first started–” Mir fell into a long winded tale of how she’d during one singular shift, managed to drop an entire tray of glasses, shattering them in the middle of the dining hall - and managed to fall into the laps of three guests with dessert plates still in her hands.

Thea and you were leaning against one another, giggling and laughing so hard you had to wipe tears from your faces as Mir grinned at you. “They had to help me up too!” 

“Oh, god I remember that day - it was hilarious,” Thea hooted loudly, straightening up only to down another shot. 

As the sun rose, the soft rays managed to sneak into your bedroom through half closed drapes. There were clothes strewn all over the floor, and right below the bed sat a bucket, along with a large bottle of water. Apparently drunk you had decided to be kind to hungover you. A groan slipped past parted lips, a wave of nausea hitting as your body stirred awake.  

Scrambling for your phone, you noticed some missed calls and one singular text message.

Bradley 🖕: Can you come in today? Mir is sick.

Groaning, you flopped down on to your pillows again. You really did not feel like coming in today, but you always said yes when Bradley asked. When anyone asked for that matter.

You knew how hard it was to be understaffed, and how the servers had to haul ass to make sure everything worked. Although, just as you were about to reply, you could almost hear Thea’s voice in your ear, like a little guardian devil on your shoulder. Smirking to yourself, you typed in your reply, throwing your phone away as you hit send.

Bradley had asked you to come in today, he’d actually texted only you, because he knew you’d say yes. What’s the point in bothering the other servers if he had a done deal already? He was prepping when Jake walked into the kitchens, nodding at him as he fell in line with the head chef. 

“So when’s Cookie comin’ in?” Jake asked, stowing away some garlic butter into a large fridge. 

Bradley snorted, amused, before he pulled out his phone again to text you a time you should show up. At your text, he stopped in his tracks, eyebrows shot up. He stared intently at your text, and Jake came up behind him to read. 

New Waitress: No.

Jake’s loud laughter echoed through the kitchen, slapping Roosters back as he cried something about ‘bad luck, chef’. What the fuck did she mean ‘no’? Rooster thought to himself. And where the fuck were the usual happy emojis, or sad emojis when you offered him a drawn out explanation as to why you couldn’t come in to work (‘I’m so sorry, chef, it’s my mother’s birthday today so I can’t make it in - but if you really need someone I guess—’)?

Bradley 🖕 : What the fuck do you mean ‘no’?

He really couldn’t help himself, he had to know why you couldn’t come in to work today, even though he knew he wasn’t entitled to knowing.

New Waitress: The fuck you think it means? No, I can’t come into work today. Ask Angie.

“What the fuck…” Rooster reached up to rub at his chin, eyebrows scrunched together as he stared at his screen so hard he thought it would crack. Looking up at Jake’s gleeful expression, he was so damn shocked he let out a loud laugh “Alright then, Bambi… fuckin’ enjoy your day off then,” he grumbled, shaking his head before his fingers swiftly moved across the screen. Shoving his phone into Jake’s hands, he continued working, as his sous chef bugged him about what your text said. 

“You named her contact ‘Bambi’? Thought you only had the servers as ‘annoying waitress #1’ or ‘slow server #3’” Jake tossed the phone back to an amused Bradley, who caught it swiftly. 

“Get back to work, dumbass.”

Jake studied Bradley closely, and it made the taller and slightly burlier man squirm just a little. “You sweet on Cookie or something?” Bradley gave Jake a scathing look. He of all people should know better than to bring this up right now. 

“Seresin. Chop the fucking onions before I put you on pastry today.” 

“Yes, chef. Damn, it’s like I told you I’d committed arson or some shit… and what is the deal with making me work the window huh? Am I just gonna plate forever now?” Jake had started chopping the onions swiftly, the rhythmic thud of his knife just a tad harsher than it usually was. 

“I’ll take the window tonight, don’t need to get pissy about it.” Jake narrowed his eyes at him “Oh, don’t fucking start with me Seresin!” Bradley groaned out loud. 

“So tonight you’ll take the window. What about tomorrow?” Bradley was silent. He knew you were scheduled to work tomorrow night. 

“I’ll tell you about the stations tomorrow. Same as every day. Now fucking get to work!”

Sitting cross-legged in front of your floor length mirror, you contemplated the implications of what you were currently up to. Make-up brush still in hand, you looked at yourself. You’d gone through various outfits, done up your hair a little extra, and made sure to wear something that would accentuate your curves.

Fluttering anticipation rolled in your stomach, and you were itching to show up just a little early to work. You knew some of the other waitresses did, sat at the bar and chatted, or hung by the window in the kitchens to get a run-down on the night ahead.

Today you’d decided to wholeheartedly take Thea and Mir’s advice to heart. You wouldn’t let Bradley shout at you from the grill. You would treat him as he treated you. Giving yourself a little pep-talk as you drove to the restaurant, the mantra ‘respect is an earned gift, not something you demand’ repeated itself in your mind, making your spine straighten before you entered your workplace. 

Sauntering into the kitchens, you said hi to Mickey with a warm smile before Jake’s loud voice rang out as he and Bradley entered from the storage rooms. “Damn, Cookie! Looking to get that sweet tip today?” he smirked, shamelessly letting his eyes roll over your form as he - to your great surprise - started prepping his station at the grill. Rolling your eyes, you let your own smirk flash briefly before deciding to start your resolution out softly, you knew Jake could take it;

“Oh, fuck off, Seresin!” Bradley, who was now stood almost opposite of you at the window, putting a fresh roll of paper into the ticket machine, stopped in his movements as surprise filled his brown eyes.

“Fuck, Flounder - when did you get such a dirty little mouth?” his voice was bordering condescending, and whilst it still had a tinge of surprise, it annoyed you how his sentence seemed to make your body react in ways you hadn’t fully allowed it to.

“Hm, I don’t know, Bradley - it must’ve been somewhere around the time I started blowing your dad!” 

You had never heard silence quite that loud before, Bradley’s jaw swung open in shock, Jake dropped his pincer on the floor, and you could hear Thea behind you choking out a silent ‘oh my god’.

Shrugging, you turned on your heel to exit the kitchens, and as you neared the door you heard howls of laughter from Jake, then Mickey’s soft snickers - and a sound that shook you to your core - Bradley’s surprised laughter mixing with the other two chefs.

Sneaking a glance over your shoulder, you saw Jake wipe at his eyes as he looked to the ceiling and said “Man, Mr. Bradshaw, I’m sorry but your son just got obliterated!” involuntarily, your eyes found soulful brown, and you saw they were filled with mirth - as well as that same fire you’d seen on your first shift. His crooked smile forced you to turn your gaze forward, not wanting him to see the way it affected you as your breath hitched slightly.

 As the door swung shut behind you, you let out a shuddering breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. Thea’s laughter rang through the upper parts of the restaurant, and Mir came running as if it was a call to arms. “What happened?” her voice was sharp, eyes flitting between you and Thea, who was currently crouching down from laughing so hard. 

Re-telling the story, you tried to sound as if it was not the biggest deal in the world - but the way Mir’s eyes widened at the end you could tell it was. “Oh, lord - I hope he’s okay,” the sympathy and worry in her voice did not match the energy she’d had during your night out. 

“You know his dad died when he was like four, right?” 

Mortification filled your every pore, and you suddenly felt dizzy as you exclaimed ‘oh my god!’ so breathlessly you thought Thea would suffer from hypoxia from laughing so hard. “What do I do?” your distressed whine made Mir chuckle softly “Depends. How did he react?” 

“He was laughing!” God, your head was spinning so fast. “Well, then I think he’ll be fine. He’s a big boy - don’t worry about it.”

“You can’t drop a bomb like that on me and not expect me to stress about it for the rest of the night!”

Working with Bradley in the window was vastly different than working with Jake, you noticed. Watching him, you could tell this was his element. He was good on the grill too, of course, but you truly saw him shine this evening - the timing and overall communication flowed differently than when Jake plated. Perhaps it was because Jake sometimes chit-chatted with the servers, sometimes occasionally stilling to do so. Rooster was constantly moving, it was weird, but his movements looked so fluid - brows furrowed in concentration, eyes never truly leaving the plates whilst he talked. 

The first time you had to ask about allergies, you thought he’d yell at you, but the low grumble of “Bambi, onion allergies are extremely rare. If the guest is truly allergic, there is not much they can eat off the menu.” he sighed, turning to fetch a small napkin to wipe off the edges, noticing they were all gone “Fetch me some more will you?” he barely glanced at you, yet you were so shocked you scampered away to fetch more. 

“Ask if they’re allergic or if they don’t want onion. If they say they’re truly allergic tell them they’ll have to do without sauce, and that I’ll have to fix up another side than the terrine.” you could only nod before rushing to your table to relay what Bradley had informed you about. It turned out the guest just wasn’t too keen on onions, and you rushed back to tell Rooster.

“Alright, great. Fuckin’-- don’t say you’re allergic…” Bradley grumbled sourly as he searched for the ticket, pulling it down and placing it in front of you before moving again. “Jot down minus onion, Flounder?” 

After that encounter that had momentarily lifted your spirits, everything turned to shit very quick. You’d yet to have a shift truly go down the shitter, but when Angie placed another sixer on your station you felt close to tears. She’d seated a four, a three, and a two just minutes earlier, and you were struggling to keep up.

Some of the tables wanted drinks to their entrees, and the bartender was backed up with orders. Trying to keep everything in check, you attempted to take three orders consecutively - which resulted in one table's food not getting put in properly - because you had rushed away, forgetting to click on ‘enter’. The waitress who used the computer after you had apparently just clicked it away. 

Rooster wasn’t happy. He didn’t yell this time, but you could tell by his overall demeanor he was annoyed. Could feel it in the way his body language was tense, his jaw clenched, and the way he sharply talked almost passive aggressively over your head to relay your mistake to the other chefs so they could bump the food.

To your great misfortune, through this whole mess that you’d had to run around to fix, Angie had seated two new tables for you. Biting your cheek, you moved to a table you unfortunately hadn’t had the time to get to in quite a bit. Which proved to be your last straw this evening.

The elderly man yelled so forcefully you could feel spit particles hitting you, calling you the most demeaning names, saying you were incompetent and obviously lacked intelligence - seeing as you were only a waitress. Furthermore he wanted to speak to someone else, preferably a male server he’d said, because he could tell you clearly lacked the most basic knowledge needed for this, and to perhaps look for another job while you were at it. 

Tears welled in your eyes as you searched for Thea. She was swamped too, but relayed she had it under control when you asked to see her for a moment in the storage room by the bar. Voice shaking slightly, you told her what happened - and how Angie had kept seating you even though you’d told her to please slow down. When you got to relaying what the man had said, you were surprised to find yourself bursting into tears. Your hands were shaking, and suddenly you felt a little light-headed.

“Cookie, when’s the last time you ate or drank anything sweetheart?” ever since the shift had started, it’d just rolled on. There had been no time to take breaks, no time for a sip of water or Pepsi, definitely no food - barely enough time to breathe it felt like. 

“Probably breakfast…” you hiccuped, angrily wiping at the tears that wouldn’t stop falling endlessly down your cheeks. 

“Oh, honey…” Thea looked at you with sympathy. Unfortunately this was common with new servers, they often forgot themselves. “I’ll have Mir and Angie look over your tables, you need a break.” 

“No! Table 30 just got their entrees and I have to forward it soon, and 33 just got their entrees which means they need their wine and–” you were working yourself up even more, breathing fast, eyes slightly wild as tears continued to leak out of you. 

“No, hey. Come on, sweets, let’s go for a break.” Thea wouldn’t take no for an answer as she started to lead you to the only chair available for staff in the entire downstairs part of the restaurant. She led you through the kitchens towards the back, where a small office for ordering supplies was located, along with an office chair. 

Bradley’s head shot up as he heard your small sniffles and protests, Thea shushing you softly as they passed by. Jake looked worried, and Mickey bit his lip to keep from calling after you. You’d looked overwhelmed as it was. 

“Mickey, plate up some ice cream would you, and then cover the window for me for a few minutes?” Rooster was already moving before the end of his sentence was done, and he heard a faint ‘yes, chef’ from Mickey as he rounded on his station to scoop up some ice cream into a small bowl. Walking briskly, Bradley went out of the kitchen towards the bar, filling two glasses before hurrying back.

“Bradley, not no–” Thea’s eyes widened in surprise as Bradley’s large form entered the small office space. “Go back to your station, I’ve got it.” his voice was hushed, and Thea only nodded, knowing she’d been away too long. As she left, she grabbed onto Rooster’s bicep, leveling him with a stern look. He nodded. He knew what she meant.

“Hey, Flounder - having a rough go at it today?” Bradley gently placed a bowl of ice cream in front of your trembling form, before putting down one glass of water, and one glass of Fanta - that he’d managed to carry in one hand. 

“I don’t like it when you call me Flounder,” you confessed tearily, sad eyes meeting brown. Bradley nodded. “Should I stop calling you Bambi too?” his voice was still gruff, but there was a hint of softness to it all that soothed you. You shook your head slowly, and Bradley  nodded again. 

Trembling hands reached for the spoon that laid neatly in the bowl, and you slowly took a spoonful of it - letting out a shaky breath as you did so “Atta girl… forgot to eat today, did you?” Bradley almost sounded reprimanding, and you nodded, averting your gaze as a fresh set of tears burned in your eyes. 

Bradley knelt before you, large hand resting on the edge of the wooden table you were sat at to keep his balance. He searched your face in silence for a moment. 

"So... you're blowing my dad, huh?" Bradley tried to joke, that small lopsided smile quirking the corners of his lips. You were so surprised, you hiccuped a small laugh between tears before shaking your head "I'm so sorry, Bradley. Mir told me..." Bradley just shook his head "Was pretty funny. Should've heard Jake, hasn't stopped going on about it the whole shift." Rooster rolled his eyes before silence settled for a moment between you two.

“Wanna tell me what happened, Bambs?” looking into his eyes, you suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to do so, and as tears once again rolled down your cheeks, you re-counted the vile shift you’d had, along with the guests cruel words, small sobs mixing into your story. You’d never been yelled at like that before by a stranger, never had your very existence and intelligence completely disrespected in that way. Not even Bradley went that far, and his yelling wasn’t like the other mans. The other man’s yelling was filled with hatred and utter disdain. 

“Hold on, Bambi - he said that to you?” Bradley held up a hand and you stopped talking, nodding “and Angie kept over-seating you?” Bradley knew that Angie was sometimes a little mean to the new servers. Said she wanted to toughen them up. That logic just fucked over everyone though, and he’d told her so multiple times. Rooster was angry. More angry than he thought he’d be. 

“Has the table gotten their food?” you weren’t quite sure where Bradley was going with this, but he didn’t look particularly happy. “No, they’ve just finished their entrees.” 

“Good. They won’t be getting them.” your eyes widened as he stood to his full height. “Nobody treats my staff that way. It’s unacceptable. Personal attacks are never okay in my restaurant.” he paused, looking at the drying tears on your face. “You stay here, when I get back I want half of that Fanta to be gone, okay?” he sounded stern again, but there was a hint of teasing in those brown eyes of his before he walked away.

Rooster could barely contain the absolute rage he felt, it rumbled and churned so deep in his chest it almost frightened him. As he approached the kitchen, he asked if they were holding up alright.

“Yeah, sure, things’ve slowed down anyways. What’s up with Cookie?” Mickey asked, sounding concerned. Bradley sighed deeply “Some fucker yelled at her out there, called her some vile things. We’re not serving them, it’s not okay to treat our waiters like that.” he shook his head, sighing. Jake nodded in agreement “Want me come with you? I’ll flex.” Jake looked eager “I could bring a pan too!” 

“Let’s not catch a case, Seresin…” Bradley chuckled lightly before walking towards the table, shoulders set - and the best menacing look overcoming his usually handsome features. 

Back in the office, your heart rate had just settled when Mickey’s sweet face popped in. “Hey, how you feelin’?” his voice was soft and sweet, and it made a teary smile appear on your face as you whispered you were okay. 

“You looked a lil’ hungry,” he stated simply with a smile, before handing you a plate filled with garlic bread, aioli, a small piece of steak done medium and a terrine. 

“Thanks, Mickey. For the ice cream too,” Mickey just shrugged “That was all Rooster.”

Before you could ask what he meant by that, he was gone back in the kitchen, and you could hear him joke around with Jake again in no time. Furrowing your brows, you looked at the now empty bowl of ice cream to your left. 

Bradley’s actions today puzzled you. Perhaps even more so because Bradley never did come back to check that you’d drunk your Fanta and he didn’t say another word to you that night - but still at the end of the shift, all that was left on the desk was an empty glass.

next chapter

yeeeehaw!! struggled a bit writing this, sorry for the wait! how are we feeling? thoughts? and also, is there anything in particular you readers would like to see later on in the series? I wanna know if there's anything that you guys would love to see, and it'd be cool to be able to fit it in!

also, do we want me to tell you at the end which anecdotes are genuine? in this chapter, all anecdotes have happened to me! yep, fell down into three men's lap. not as cozy as it sounds with desserts in hand! and the bartender and restaurant manager laughed... sigh!

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[disneyprincemuke]

DO YOU- 😭😭 DO YOU THINK—

THEA DO YOU THINK THAT 😭😭😭 HAVING BABY SARGEANT W HIM IN THE PADDOCK WOULD HELP 😭😭😭😭 LOGAN MAKE FRIENDS 😭😭😭😭

MAX COMING UP TO HIM W PENELOPE AND 😭😭😭 P ASKING IF BABY CAN PLAY SO 😭 MAX AND LOGAN SIT DOWN SOMEWHERE WHILE THE GIRLS PLAY AND 😭😭 DISCUSS THE LAST RACE AND NOW LOGAN 😭😭😭 HAS ONE MORE FRIEND

KMAG AND LAURA BUT LAURAS A BIT TOO SMALL TO PLAY YET 😭😭 KMAG JUST COMES UP AND IS LIKE ASKING FOR ADVICE ON HOW TO DEAL W THE TERRIBLE TWOS OR SMN 😭😭 AND THEN THEYRE LIKE “haha hope we beat u in the championship good luck tho” AND NOW 😭😭 NOW LOGAN HAS TWO MORE FRIENDS

CHECO AND CAROLA AND THE KIDS 😭😭😭 COME OVER AND JUST OFFER THEIR SUPPORT TO MUM AND LOGAN 😭😭😭😭 “from what we can see you’re doing such a good job with baby” AND CHECO PULLS LOGAN 😭😭 TO THE SIDE AND SAYS “i know it’s hard everyday you’re away from your kids, but she’s so proud of you.” AND NOW 😭😭😭 LOGAN HAS THREE MORE FRIENDS 😭😭😭😭😭

thea i’m in tears

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did u just call me thea 🤭

THE PLAYDATES W ALL THE BABIES OMG??? atp baby sgt is just a wingman to make her dad many friends 🤭🤭🤭🤭 and i LOVE it bc it’s a win-win situation!

#disneyprincemuke asks #dpm x 🎀

[aka-indulgence]

Moonlight

Been thinking of an au where Sans is a banished moon god and you’re the daughter of The Sun, in the form of Sunlight. You’re one of many, but you’re the only one who dared to visit the moon god…

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A lone twinkling light floats over the night sky, like a space firefly. Your silken dress trails behind you, catching your light, like a flickering flame.

You left the earth at sundown, along with your many sisters. But this was unlike your usual travels- you weren’t with your sisters. It feels weird, the sky feels empty without them. You should’ve gone with them, to go home towards the sun, your mother. Instead… you were flying in the earth’s shadow, towards the darkened moon.

You don’t know how it happened, it just… did. Maybe because as the sun started to set and you looked up at the stars, they remembered about the moon, his myths and legends.

“They said he tried to destroy the earth, once.” Loni said. “He failed and fled to the moon.”

“They said he hates life… he hates the ring of gods, at the very least.”

“Do you think he’s even real…?” Thea wondered, prompting the rest of them to look at her.

“Thea!” One of them cried. “Of course he’s real!”

“How do you know?” She prompted. “Have you ever seen a depiction of The moon? I bet the humans don’t even know he exists.”

“But-”

“Have you ever seen him directly?”

“...”

No one has seen the moon in eons. Persumably since he was banished.

“No one can go to the moon… of course we’ve never seen him.”

“They said mother chained him thousands and thousands of years ago. If he could escape, I bet we’d have seen him.”

“... Would you go to the moon to see him?”

The rest of the girls get a giddy look on their faces when Thea’s expression sours a little. She doesn’t say anything.

You look up at the darkening sky as your other sisters leave earth.

“... I would.”

Everyone’s head snapped to look at you. You’d stayed quiet during the entire conversation, you bet most had forgotten you were there as well.

“(Y/n)?? Really?!”

They sounded scandalous.

“I want to know.” You said simply.

“You want to go there?” Loni grimaces. “No way… that’s so scary… and it’s forbidden... are you sure you want to?”

“Yeah. I’ll go alone.”

Their jaws collectively drop. As you ascend into the sky, the look on their faces tell you that they know they should stop you, but they don’t. Like children who’s seeing a big no-no but want to know what happens anyway.

You just wanted to know. It was a good question. Presumably the last being to see The Moon was your mother. The other gods literally wouldn’t touch it.

Just a little peek. Then you’ll leave.

The distant stars are your only company. You don’t think you’ve been without your mother’s light for a long time. Or alone, for the matter.

Before long, you’ve arrived on the moon.

The dust poofs away when your feet touch the ground. Almost immediately you realize that it’s… too quiet.

In the sky it was quiet but serene. Here, it felt… dead. The moon was gray, dull. Barren and devoid of life. It was nothing like earth (which was basically your second home), bustling and loud. Even when you stood alone in fields of grass, the wind was there to accompany you. There was just… nothing, here.

Your mother’s light doesn’t reach here, in the shadows. It was just you.

The only sound was your footsteps on the lunar surface. You didn’t really know where you were going, but you could see something that looked like a temple in the distance. You’ve seen plenty of temples on earth, mostly dedicated to your mother. You’ve seen temples for the other gods too, and even a shrine for the sun’s daughters. But… you’ve never seen this one. It looks, fittingly, like no one’s been here for centuries, thousands of years even. There’s a symbol on it… a sphere with an arc in it.

You’re very confident that’s where you’re heading.

Entering it, you have an unshakable feeling that you’re not supposed to be here. You know that already, but now it feels like your body is screaming at you to run out. It’s somehow even quieter in here than it was outside- like doors and windows were just shut on you, the air being sucked out.

The temple would have been completely dark if it wasn’t for you. Where your light falls short, was a black void.

You couldn’t deny it, you were shaking. Your fingers trembled, your legs felt weak. You took in a slow, shuddering breath.

Even if he’s here… and the pit in your stomach is telling you that he is, he’s chained. Otherwise he’d already be running amok. Mother would know.

The temple itself wasn’t very large (and you wondered what it’d be used for if it wasn’t for the moon god’s rampage), and it didn’t take long before you’ve descended into a spacious room with some grim looking prison bars. You could hear your heart, it was so quiet.

Just a little bit ahead of you, on the far wall beyond the bars, you saw a hunched figure on the floor. You could barely see him, thanks to your light (which was dimmer, on account of the fear the moon struck).

You hold your breath- the figure moved. He wore a dark gray cloak that draped over him, keeping his face in the shadows. The shadows around your light cut deep. A chill runs over your spine when you see a skeletal hand extend out of the robe, touching your light.

It was like seeing a ghost.

He turned his hand over, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. A hoarse voice, marred from years of being unused, calls out.

“... sun…?”

He sounds… slightly… irate.

You make a small gasp when two sharp, unkind glowing eyes looked at you from under the hood.

Then… you see a wide grin stretch out on his face, illuminated by your light.

“oooh….” He drawls, “what do we have here?”

His voice was dark and ancient. It somewhat resembled the voice of the ‘big’ gods- distorted. It sounds as if he’s whispering to you, yet you could feel the power in his voice hitting you like a hurricane wind.

You were stuck- frozen. Watching the moon god of myths turn to look at you better.

“hello there, child of sun.” He greets you with what you feel like is faux hospitality.

He was waiting for a response.

“H…. hello there, Moon,” you reply with as much respectful reverence as possible, bowing to him. He looks smugly pleased with your behavior.

“very good… what is your name, little light?”

You wanted nothing more than to flee. But you had a sneaking suspicion that doing so might give banished god a grudge on you.

“I-” your voice cracked. “I’m (Y/n).”

You sounded braver on the second try. You’re sure you look much braver than you are.

The god acknowledges you. “welcome, (y/n). let me introduce yourself- i’m sure i don’t need to tell you who i am… i hope?”

That was a rhetorical question if you ever heard one. Hastily, you shook your head.

“good… but i’m sure your dear mother wouldn’t want anyone to know my name. oh, she’s tried so hard to forget me…” he chuckles bitterly. “so let me introduce myself. my name is sans.

“so, (y/n).” Sans uttered. “what brings you here, to my lowly prison… one which was once my domain?”

“Uh…”

“did your mother send you? to check on this miserable joke of a god? shackled to his supposed land of power?”

His grin was becoming sharper and his voice started to get louder. You had to reassure- no, diffuse him.

“N-no, Moon Sans.”

He seems almost surprise to hear you say his name, enough that he temporarily forgets his anger.

“... i haven’t heard anyone use that name in years…”

His grin had fallen a little.

You look innocently at him. “That is what people call you, right..?”

His expression darkens. “that is my name, but… no.”

“they call me the ‘one cast in darkness’. ‘banished brother’. the ‘dark one’. … feh. the one’s in the light love to… throw shade. the ones i called my brethren. they can’t even look at me… they threw me in here and never looked back. ” He spits.

“so… what brought a sweet little drop of sunlight to the barren moon, hm?”

The way his voice switched from dripping with poison to dripping with honey unnerved you.

“did you come to see this hideous face?”

You almost reactively take a step back when the god leans forward, more of his face revealed in the light. Part of you were expecting it, but you’ve only heard of sparse descriptions of the moon god. When you saw his skeletal face, his eyelights set in midnight black sockets, it took everything in you to keep your face neutral, lest you offended the god.

You gulped. If his temper was as famous as his stories were (and you were sure you saw his fuse ignite), would he be upset with your answer?

“N… no.” You wouldn’t call him hideous. You’ve just never seen a god that looked like him before. “I… I wanted to see if you were real.”

A flash of red on his face.

“hahahahah!” He bellowed suddenly, harshly. “of course. i’m sure i’m just a forgotten myth by now, aren’t i? no one’s visited here since your wretched mother-” You flinched, “-chained me here, left me to rot. they all did. the joke is on them… i won’t fade away like they hoped- prayed i would. one day the light will die and i’ll be there to make them pay.”

A growl rips out of his throat at his last words- you couldn’t help it, you squeaked. The banished god’s eyes snapped to look at you, the snarl on his face turning back to a smile that was too soft after his burst if anger.

“oh…. you poor thing…” Sans coos. It was like his voice was caressing you in the worst ways. “i’m sorry, did i scare you? little light… you don’t deserve my ire, you had nothing to do with my entrapment.”

You’re clutching onto your scarf, enough so that you feel like it would rip. You’re quite surprised, actually- you were sure the moon god would have such a deep grudge for your mother that he’d hate her daughters just as much, but… no. You didn’t know how to feel about the moon god’s concern for you. Having his attention felt like a horribly bad thing.

The god brings a skeletal finger to his face, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “you’re a brave one, aren’t you?” he acknowledged, “bravery… or ignorance. not even the big gods have dared come near my moon. they know what i’m capable of.”

Instantly you find yourself looking down- you let out a quiet sigh. Your light illuminates his chains, glinting whenever you move. It must be your mother’s magic reacting to your sunlight, because it wasn’t just reflecting the light, it was glowing ever so softly. It looked ancient… old, but not rusted. You felt like you were looking at living history. Just like your sisters, to you, it felt like the story of the moon god was stuck in a fairytale. That he was the villain of a story that was just that- a story. Yet here you were, looking at him in his prison, the chains your mother put on him still brilliant for its age. Two were shackled to his wrists and two more went under his robe to his feet.

Despite that and the sturdy bars between you and him… it felt like you were the one who was cornered and trapped with him.

The moon was undoubtedly still his dominion.

His chains clink quietly as he shifted.

“come closer, starlight…” Sans beckoned, “i want to see you better. i haven’t felt sunlight in thousands of years. i may despise your mother but… oh, to see light…”

You hadn’t realized how far you’d gotten yourself from the bars, almost at the opposite wall to Sans’. You hd no desire to come close to this prison of doom but- you do.

You walk halfway towards the bars.

“closer, closer…”

You walk a little bit forwards.

“please, sunlight… i haven’t seen the light in so long. i want to see your brilliance…”

You’ve come as close as you could, just in front of the bars. The closer you got to the bars, the sharper the shadows looked. A chill fell over you- it felt like his prison was a dark hole that threatened to suck you in.

He smile was too wide-

A flash of movement, a roar. He was right in your face, four sets of claws outstretched before you, so close to your light you could see every detail in his horrifying expression, his bared fangs, the wild look in his eyes.

You screamed louder than you’ve ever screamed, your light flashing, staggering backwards. The chains shone- screeching and straining against the god- he falls short of touching you, collapsing to the ground.

“AHAHAHAHAH!” The moon god laughs cruelly, the sound the embodiment of evil. It’s depth shook the entire building- no, it was shaking the entire moon.

You’re on the floor, gasping greedily, looking like a fish that had just been unceremoniously dumped on land, your divine soul threatening to fly out of your chest. Your light flickers as you get dimmer than before, the darkness around Sans threatening to devour you.

You were about to cry.

Sans’ violent laughs started to quiet, eventually shifting into a satisfied sigh. This close, you could see him in more detail- his robe was gray, with the same symbol on his temple pinning it on his chest. You could see how your light flickered over his bones, his face.

He had four arms, two of which had been hidden under his robe. Unchained, they reached beyond the bars just shy of touching you.

“aw…. you’re adorable.” Sans growls. You watch in horror as a glowing silver tongue slithers out of his mouth, licking his fangs. He’s staring at you intently, a predator excited to see prey. “had you not stumble i would’ve had you against these bars…”

You look at his second set of hands. His claws reach out for you and you shuffle back, Sans following with another low laugh. It felt like those chains weren’t going to hold against him, that they were going to shatter any second now. That he’d bend the bars apart and bite you.

“oh…. lighten up, starlight.” He chuckles, as if he hadn’t just scared you half to death. His sockets crinkled, eyelights shining with a dark ‘pupil’ in the middle. They shifted ever so slightly over you.

“you must know that it’s so boring here, all alone in this pitiful cell,” He groans, throwing his head back in dismay, “i’ve been desperate to have someone to play with… and you look like a sweet little treat.”

You use your scarf to cover yourself more, becoming more and more convinced that maybe the moon god actually wants to eat you from the way he’s staring.

“i’m impressed… you haven’t run away,” He props his head up with one of his unchained hands. “why haven’t you?”

It was a genuine question. You looked at his room from top to bottom.

“There’s bars… and chains.” You say, trying to convince yourself that you were perfectly safe here.

“hm…” his other unchained hand was tapping the floor as he thought for a moment. “are you sure they’ll hold?”

“...” You weren’t convinced.

“heh… smart girl.”

His second set of arms moved again, reaching for the bars-

Ok. It was time to leave, right now.

“Th-thank you for your time, Moon god Sans,” you say hastily, standing up and dusting yourself off. “It’s been an honor to meet you. I see you are much more powerful than you already seemed in the stories. I must go home now, so… goodbye.”

You ran your mouth. Usually you’d leave a god with a bow or at most a word of praise. But that was when you were there with your sisters and your mother, with a god that didn’t have such a terrifying reputation.

You bowed as lowly as you could, pulling your scarves to the side. You didn’t want to look at him, disguised as looking at the floor. You wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, so you turned around on your heel towards the stairs-

“wait.”

Oh mother’s storm.

“please, starlight… won’t you come back? i’m so lonely…”

You looked behind you. He was as close as he could be to the bars, in sitting position like when he was against the wall. His eyes shone brilliantly. This… powerful, dak god… was pleading to you.

You don’t know how to feel about it. You look back at him sparingly, biting your lip.

“... if you do…” Sans says after you’re silent for a little longer, “could you… bring me some snacks?”

That makes you go huh? softly.

“something sweet preferably. like a cake.”

You’re on the fence of responding. You couldn’t just say ‘I never want to come back here because I think I’d die of fright first before I could humor you.’

“I… I’ll think about it.” is what you instead settled on.

Finally, you allowed yourself to climb up the stairs, starting to run as soon as you’re out of his eyesight, flying as fast as you could home.

…

…

…

“... my. what a delicious little thing…”

#aka writing #sinister writing #??? #calling this #moonlight #imagining this in myth format……

[thewritingofspencerrose]

Mistakes Made

Travis Kelce x OC

I've gone to stay with Jason and the girls. When you've decided you're ready to talk, you know where to find me.

Those words weren't the first thing to trigger Travis to the fact that he had fucked up.

The first was when he had left without a response on Friday, but he had assumed she would reach out and they would fix things.

The second was the night before the game. There was no facetime, no call, nothing to soothe the amount he was missing her.

The third was when he only got a single text from her during the week he was gone, on Sunday just before the game, and it was only five words. Good luck, I love you.

He had realized immediately how badly he had fucked up. But not for a moment did he want to recognize that.

"You are the biggest asshat I have ever had the displeasure of knowing."

"Jason-"

"Who do you think you are showing up at my front door?" It's Kylie this time, still wiping her hands on a towel from the kitchen but her expression is anything but the image of kind housewife that the rest of her is portraying. "After what you did to Dorthy, you have the audacity to show your face?"

"Ky," Is all he can manage to mumble, every ounce of exhaustion clear in his whole body. "I'm here to fix things, not to fight with you or Jason."

"You shouldn't have left yourself with something to apologize for Trav," Jason is the one to offer as advice, letting him into the entry. "Thea showed up to the house sobbing with an overnight bag on Friday and Ky couldn't even get the reason for your fight out of her until yesterday."

"I fucked up, I know that."

"Your girlfriend told you she was pregnant with your child and you walked out of the house without a word. You more than fucked up Travis," Kylie corrects, the end of her scolding being punctuated with soft giggles from another room.

"What are the girls doing up so late?" Travis asks, knowing the sound of his nieces giggles by heart. "I thought they had a bedtime of 8:30?"

"Dorthy and the girls are making your mom's cookie recipe," Kylie answers, moving her body out of his path to the kitchen, the three adults entering to a sight that would bring smiles to anyones face.

But the sight only made Travis want to cry.

Because there was the love of his life, wearing his sweatshirt with his middle niece on her hip, the new tightness of the sweatshirt and little girl's leg accentuating the woman's baby bump.

How far along did she say she was again?

His oldest niece is beside them on a stool, scooping the cookie batter onto the pan of they all dance around to music.

It's so domestic, and it's something that he and she will have in their futures. If he can fix this.

"Wyatt, Elliotte, come with me to get ready for bed and Auntie will put the cookies in the oven. Daddy and I will even let you come back down to have cookies with Auntie and Uncle when they're done," Kylie promises, the little girls being helped down and hugging their aunts legs, doing the same to their uncles' on the way out of the room, chasing each other up the stairs.

"Jas, come on, give the two a minute," Kylie instructs, tugging on my brother-in-law's arms, a soft smile being shot my way as they leave the room.

And now it's just Trav and I, the man who's presence I hadn't noticed until Ky took the kids.

"Hi," Is the only greeting I can manage, tucking the cookies into the oven for the girls before wrapping my arms around myself.

"How did I not notice this before?" He asks in a response, feet carrying him in long strides over to me. His eyes are trained on my stomach the entire time, until his eyes catch mine, "May I?"

"Trav, you've touched everywhere on my body, I don't know why you're asking now," I mumble, but this just seems to insult him.

"We haven't talked in a week Baby, I don't deserve to touch you, prior or not," He whispers, and I can feel the tears coming to my eyes.

"You can," I approve, his hands meeting my stomach, rounding over his sweatshirt to see the true size of the bump.

"How have I not noticed you were growing our little bean in there?" His tears slipping down his face. "I'm so sorry for walking out. I didn't know how to process the information, but that was no excuse to just walk out. I should have celebrated you, I should have celebrated our baby. And instead I walk out for a fucking football game." He scoffs.

I hate that he's crying. Argument or not. He's apologizing and I just hate that he's upset.

Taking the pads of my thumbs, I rub the tears from his eyes, taking his hands from my sides and into my own.

"Actually, she's about the size of an artichoke these days," I correct, chuckling lightly in an attempt to soften the sadness. "And it's ok. I mean, it's not, it really tore me apart thinking you didn't want our baby, but I should have told you sooner. Just with practice and games and -"

"You're not allowed to apologize when I'm the one who did wrong, Baby," He interrupts, a bright smile breaking out on his lips as he pulls me closer to his body by my hips. "So we're having a little girl?"

"I'm convinced your family can't result in boys," Kylie's voice chimes from the doorway, her and Jason standing wrapped in each other's arms. "I mean, this is four for four on kids that is going to be a girl."

"Speaking of," Travis starts, looking between all of us, "Do the girls know?"

"We're having a baby cousin!!" Wy cheers, bursting into the room with Elliott hot on her tail.

"Does this whole family just eaves drop and bust in?" I can't help but question, because this is just wild.

"We do, you should be used to this Kid," Jason confirms, Wyatt and Elliott joining Trav and I in a little hug.

"You girls know about your little cousin?" Trav asks, smiling as he crouches next to the two.

Ellie just nods, but it's her sister who answers.

"Yeah, Daddy said it will make Grammy love you more."

"That's it, I'm calling Mom!"

#original character #the writing of spencer rose #nfl fanfiction #nfl football #travis kelce x oc #travis kelce #jason kelce #long term relationship

[lundenloves]

𝐏𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥

{✧} effectively a part two to when it rains it pours, written through the godsend time passage that are seasons.

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{✧} i’m on a mad writers block atm. if this seems off and you’re thinking, yeah i can fucking tell, don’t tell me or i’ll digest acid. thanks. it’s also unedited so i’ll just see myself out if that’s alright? it’s been good, cheers guys.

Winter 

A long, sharp and cold exhale was taken by the winter breeze. Frosting mid air into an icy vapor and Simon rubbed his hands together to no avail, brushing the uneven snowfall off his broad shoulders before entering the moodily lit coffee shop. Four in the afternoon had never been so dark. Eclectic lights strewn from the ceiling and above the counter, doing their best at creating an ambience that almost irked him. 

He shrugged the feeling off, rolling his shoulders habitually and walking to the counter where he received a hearty, “I’ll be with you in just a moment.” The voice was warm, intertwined with genuine sincerity which seemed rare these days. Simon shoved a hand in his pocket, reaching for his wallet in preparation. “What can I get you?” The genuineness sounded and he looked up, locking eyes with her.  

The tips of his ears grew red and he wiped at the side of his nose in subconscious anxiety. He was the first to notice, of course, eyes glued to her, frozen in his position with no words available to roll off his tongue. “Just—“ He cleared his throat. “A coffee, yeah? Black.” 

Thea hadn’t recognised him at first. Taking his card payment with ease, and turning around to start his drink with practiced finesse. It was too busy for her to think about his gruff accent, the familiarity of it pushed too far back in her head. Even still, his physique hadn’t dared to haunt her mind ever since that one night two weeks ago. Simon stood, hands in pockets, eyes averted to the floor in his best attempts to remain inconspicuous. 

Although that act was shot down point blank with three words. “Order for Simon.” Thea had shouted, pushing the sleeved takeaway cup across the counter. “Enjoy.” She followed, locking eyes with him when he had cringed at her acknowledgement. His otherwise unused first name dampened to the same depths of his callsign. One a killer, the other a cold heart. The difference was uncanny. 

He gave nothing back, taking the cup and turning his back on her, walking away out the door without so much as a look back. “Christ.” Came a mutter, cigarette stuck to his lip with long stomps through the street. He began to wonder why he was short on luck, and just who he pissed off to reward bad karma. Never once had he come across the same girl twice after taking her home. It wasn’t because he was a sleaze, it was because he was too busy and slept with too few people. The paper cup in his hand was small against his palms, rolling it across them to catch sight of sharpie on the inner sleeve. 

The smoke tumbled from his lip haphazardly with both hands occupied, cigarette clung solely to his bottom lip and locked with his top. The sleeve slipped off easily, his brows furrowed upon ripping it to see the inside. Ten digits. Her fucking number. Scribbled loosely with the words, ‘You better call’ Simon’s shoulders lifted for a brief second of amusement, shoving it into his pocket without a second thought. 

It was only when he was home, folding his pockets inside out that the paper sleeve grabbed his attention fully. Eyes narrowed at the lone sight of it, twirling it around his fingers before reluctantly pushing the digits into his phone. 

Spring 

Days, weeks and months had gone by. The number sat untouched in his phone, his steps avoided the coffee shop like the fucking plague, and his eyes squeezed shut to forget about her touch. Even worse, she was all he could think about. And it royally pissed him off. It had been one night. One night, not years. So why did the glass in his hand push a frown across his brow, sliding it to the back of the cupboard with a sigh. 

The phone felt like a weight when he had taken it from his pocket, placing it face down on the counter. There wasn’t any particular reason why she had been on his mind so often, no reason why his phone should be an offensive thing to look at. But it was. Somehow. Even after months. 

He blinked down at it, the vibrate pinging off to indicate a silenced call. A noise between a sigh and a laugh left his mouth, the screen headed by an unknown number. 

Simon’s own reflection was caught in the phone screen, dark circles under his eyes indicative of the unstructured time off. The phone rang out and he blew a raspberry to himself, sliding it across the counter to the other side before reaching to pick it back up seconds later. 

The coffee sleeve was scrunched up in his right fist, dropped back to the counter in its near ripped glory. The only journey it knew was from drawer to counter, counter to drawer. And now — it stayed on the marble, spread wide by his left hand as his right punched the number to create a contact rather than a lone number. “Right.” He said through an exhale, dropping the phone back down and taking a few spacing steps backward as if it were an explosive. “Right.” It was repeated, this time with more assurance, his shoulders rolled backward in attempts to alleviate whatever imaginary stress was on them. 

He typed many words, deleting every one, determined to concoct the perfect introduction for several minutes until falling back to a measly, ‘Hello.’ And even then, as soon as his thumb had tapped send, he wanted to delete it. And he would’ve, could’ve even — if only a reply hadn’t came within fucking seconds. 

Two words. ‘Hi, Simon.’ 

His jaw tightened at the bubbles indicative of her typing, watching with red ears as they grew in size, falling and restarting all over again. His knuckles tapped the marble in anxious wait, locking his ankles together. 

‘You alright?’ 

A divot appeared in his brow at the words, leaning forward to type a reasonable, ‘I’m fine.’ Although it didn’t quite make it when he had jammed the backspace button, restarting his sentence. ‘Yeah. Are you?’ Phone dropped, hands massaging across his temples in a futile effort to rub out the building tension behind his eyes. 

‘Can you phone?’ 

The question didn’t give any time before her name had appeared atop the screen, his new contact in digital evidence. Simon steeled himself before accepting the call, pressing it onto speaker and leaning his palms down on the counter. 

“Didn’t think you’d text.” Her voice echoed through the phone, simultaneously collapsing and flaring any doubt in him. 

“Didn’t think I would either.” 

Summer 

Three confident knocks penetrated Simon’s silence. Only a brief pause before they had pecked once more, knocking in a continuing succession before he had grunted in response. “Right, fucking hell.” It was two in the morning, not a respectable time to be bashing on doors — then again, nor was any time a good one to be doing as such.

The hard wrapping of the door was only cut short after he had swung it open, eyes squinting at the bright hall light. Simon puffed out his chest, ready to give whomever had nearly woken up the whole building a telling before his eyes fell onto her. Her once again. Swaying and lazily smiling up at him, her hands flat against his broad chest.

“Thea.” His voice was quiet, taking her hands from his chest and dropping them back to scantily dressed sides. “What are you—“

“I wanted to see you.” She slurred, walking past him into the flat and smiling widely. “I missed you. You— big, broody man.” Her head shook with each word, almost punctuating herself, watching intently as he shut the door and pressed his back against it. Eyes red with lack of sleep, his chest bare from the contradicting evidence of rest attempts. 

“You’re drunk.” He stated obviously, reasserting his composure before walking to the sink and grabbing her a glass of water. “Have that, yeah? Stay here.” His hand grazed her hip upon walking past, looking backward over his shoulder before wandering back into his room to make the bed. 

Thea followed him instead, glass left on the table as her feet stumbled behind him to the familiar room. “You don’t need to make it.” She was sure to announce her presence before touching him, hand rubbing his shoulder. 

Simon ignored her, unintentionally shrugging her touch off and rounding the bed to shake the duvet and puff it up. He was silent in his activities, grabbing clothes from a drawer and shoving them onto the bed, blinking twice at her. “Put them on. Give me that.” He nodded toward her dress. 

“Can you—“ 

His hand was a gentle touch on her back, eyes refusing hers that were staring up at him as he reached for the zip. Thea slipped out of the dress entirely, bare chest now pressed against him to gain his warmth. “Sorry.” He mumbled, attempting to take a backward step and gathering her dress in his hands. “I’ll leave this here, yeah?”

She cocked her head, staring at the clothes he had left for her. “Where are you going?” Her words dragged, body suddenly feeling heavy on her feet. 

“Nowhere.” He then left the room, leaving Thea to pick up his clothes, eyeing each garment and marveling at how big they were against her. She slipped the t-shirt on and Simon padded back through, pushing a hand through his hair. “Tell me if you’re going to be sick.” He said it bluntly. “I’ll just be in the other room.” 

“Doing what?” She challenged, sitting on the bed and looking up at him as he pulled a hoodie on. His tattoo disappearing under the fabric, her eyes dropped to her feet. 

Simon shifted, blatantly ignoring her question. “Tell me if you need anything.” He left the door open, leaving her to fall back onto the bed with a sigh, then a giggle, followed by another one. 

They had been talking on the phone for months, only seeing one another in person once more since that night. Aside from that, Simon actively avoided seeing her in person — he wasn’t against it, just, insecure of the whole thing. So now, as she had showed up to his flat arse-drunk in the middle of the night, a responsibility waved over him and he wasn’t sure whether to like it or hate it. Hence his distance. 

Thea on the other hand, majorly enjoyed the fact she was wound up in his sheets, the masculine smell surrounding her as she pulled the duvet up, basking in his scent. 

She didn’t remember falling asleep, nor did she remember the bed dipping at some point during the night, but evidently it had. Simon was next to her. Fully asleep and fucking snoring, it was what had woken her up. That and the pounding headache that was seeping through the back of her skull, sitting up with a mighty frown. 

It would’ve been a sight for sore eyes, her sat up in his bed, brows knitted tightly together while she felt around for her dress. “You alright?” Simon mumbled from beside her, his tone coated in sleep from the rasp. Thea had zero recollection of what had happened last night, how she ended up here most of all. It was supposed to be work drinks.

“Did we fuck?” Her arms dropped in exaggeration, although instantly regretting it when her head exploded in pain. Simon shook his head, turning onto his back and sighing in tiredness. 

“You showed up.” He cleared his throat, attempting to eliminate the croak of his morning voice. “Drunk.”

“And you put me to bed?” She turned to him, catching his squint from the sun reflection. He had caught colour across his nose and cheeks from the last day of good weather, even his neck was tanned considering he rarely showed that much skin. 

“You put yourself to bed.” 

“What time?”

“Three.”

“Three? Fuck I am sorry.” Thea would’ve laughed at herself had the headache not continued its rage. “Must’ve wanted to see you.” The laugh came anyway, turning on her side to face him. Simon shrugged, eyes roaming across her features. 

“You did say so.” His brow ticked upward teasingly. 

“Well, you’re lying here with me by choice so you must’ve missed me. Actually.” She smiled the best she could given the awful hangover and Simon’s eyes landed on her lips. 

“I’m here so you didn’t choke to death.” Her scoff forced a slight smile from him, one so minute you could easily blink and miss it. “On your own sick.”

“Yeah I got that part. Thanks.” A beat. “I wasn’t sick though, was I?” 

“You were. Everywhere.” His tone was light, turning onto his back and smiling to himself. 

“You bastard. No I wasn’t.” She sat up, leaning over his chest to look him in the eye when his smile had turned downward into a boyish one. “Exactly. You’re here because you wanted to be here.” She playfully nudged his shoulder, Simon’s eyes remained on her lips, only leaving to find her own stare. There was pristine silent communication between them, Thea pressing a kiss to his cheek before he had taken her jaw and gently guided it so he could kiss her properly. 

It was soft, and tender but most of all safe. She pressed her forehead against his, the sound of them pulling apart felt sweet. “Can you get me paracetamol?” She stifled a laugh. 

Autumn

“You say that like you’re not here all the time.” Simon grumbled, his eyes falling above her and to the organised chaos of his living room. Thea had pretty much commanded the space, strewn with all of her things and comforts. Something that happened gradually, because she really was here all the time. 

“I’m not. I work.” She said, pushing herself backward via two hands on his chest. “Like, all the time.” It wasn’t too far from the truth, though the way Simon stifled a laugh forced one from herself. 

“Where do you sleep?” His brow quirked, turning to continue cleaning the dishes that were discarded. 

Thea scoffed, “That’s— no. That’s because my flat is years away from the shop. Yours is convenient.” She punctuated the end of her sentence by clicking her tongue. 

“It’s convenient eh?” He dropped a palm onto the counter, looking down at her. “You send parcels here too.” The slight curve of his lip was one that she scrunched her nose up at, shrugging and leaning past him to reach for a mug. 

“Like I said. Convenient.” She nodded her head with each action that went into making tea. Flicking the kettle on and swiping a teabag from the cupboard beside him, eventually standing against the counter with her arms crossed. “You know?”

“Oh I know.” Simon teased, gesturing toward the stacked up parcels on the counter she had gathered to open. “I’ve signed for about ninety.”

“Have you fuck ninety.” She looked up at him with an amused smile, tilting her head. “There’s only eight. Could’ve been worse.” Simon held a knife out for her to open the boxes with, turning around to watch the destruction haul commence. “There’s actually one or two things for you,” Her hands shook a box. “I think.”

“Happy days.” He said flatly, locking eyes with her after she had scoffed. “I don’t need anything.” Came a shrug. 

“You need everything.”

He shook his head, squeezing his opposite bicep and resting a hand against his cheek. 

Thea cut the first box open, dumping the clothes from it before tossing it to the counter next to Simon. “I’ll try it all on later.” She said while pulling a new hoodie over herself, “Yeah, it’ll probably all fit.” The pile was shoved to the side to make room for another box. 

She spun it round, taking the knife and gasping. “This is your one. Like, all of it.” The cardboard was shoved toward him and she leant her elbows on the counter to stare. A brow of uncertainty was lifted, cutting the tape and unenthusiastically pulling out three shirts. 

“Open them.” She bit on her bottom lip with a smile, reaching out for one of three. “They’re like— standard. But that good material you like, let me feel.” She pulled the packet open, nodding at the quality. “Try it on.”

“It’s just a shirt.” He said although complied instantaneously, discarding his current shirt. “How much was it?” Thea moved to stand closer to him, her arm touching against his bare chest upon reaching for the tag. “Forty-odd?”

“Around there.” She watched as he pulled it on, her hands reaching to smooth it out across his shoulders. “It’s nice.”

“I didn’t need it.”

“Yeah, thanks Thea,” She imitated his gruff voice. “And I say, you’re welcome Simon.” Her smile opened an opportunity for his own, leaning back from the counter to inspect the shirts further. 

Winter

Their second Winter was early dominated by arguments over Christmas decorations. Simon had never once put up or even had such things, for a number of reasons. One being, he was rarely here for Christmas — opting to spend it on voluntary deployment or training of new recruits so as to not be alone. Two, he didn’t even like them. It felt and looked like clutter. Not to mention the effort of putting them all up just to inevitably take them down a month later. 

He didn’t and point blank refused to see the point. 

Of course, until Thea had almost fell headfirst into the flat door trying to knock on it. A huge plastic box labeled ‘Xmas’ was by her feet, face red from lifting it up three flights of stairs. “If I took all of this up them stairs and you say no, i’ll kick off, Simon Riley.” 

He silently picked the box up, shutting the door with a nudge of his foot and dropping it with a thud to the livingroom floor. “It’s not going up.” Though his words lacked certainty, knowing that the woman opposite him would stop at nothing. 

“Oh, but it is.” She nodded sarcastically, falling to her knees before the box and pulling various ornaments out. 

Then there was the new year. And that was another battle, not necessarily an argument but a protest of sorts. One that Simon refused to concede to when Thea had said she was going out on the lash. “Well what’re you gonna do then?” She laughed, leaning on the doorframe. 

“Sleep.” He answered as though it were the most obvious thing in the world, “It’s just another night.” His nonchalance sometimes felt like a weapon.

Thea nodded slowly, taking her step backward out the door. “Yeah alright, see you later yeah?” Her laugh came when he had shook his head, closing the step between them to kiss her cheek and ruffle her hair that had taken an hour to do. “Oh nevermind,” She pushed him back. “You won’t make it out the fucking door after doing that.” 

However, of course, he had shown up to the bar she was at only two hours later. Begrudgingly shrugging his jacket off and making a beeline for her amidst the crowd of people she was with. 

“Oh, oh my god.” Thea had drunkenly slurred and cackled at the sight of him, immediately sticking to his side and looking up at him. “I told you, I told you— that you would come.” Her finger pointed toward his face and he pushed it away, sliding an arm around her shoulder to steady her swaying. “Try this.” Her drink was shoved to his lip. 

“What is it?” He took the glass, instinctively grimacing at the clear liquid. 

“Try it.” She leant her forehead on his shoulder for all of two seconds before looking up to see his reaction. A squint. At best. “You don’t like it? It’s nice—“

“Awful.” He slid the glass back across the bar and took the offered water. “Have that instead, yeah?”

“Oh shit,” Her hand tapped his cheek twice, gesturing he leaned downward before she had managed to lock her lips on his. Simon hummed against the kiss, pulling back and pressing his thumb to her jaw. “It’s new year! You’re my kiss. Fucking— we missed it, you missed it.” 

“Just another day to me.” 

this is literally just no plot written life shit. wait there a second while i let out a guttural scream.

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[riddles-n-games]

Can we talk about the fact that most of the atrocities committed against Avery were not by the Hawthorne brothers but by those apparently close to the family or in the family themselves? Like, yes, the boys did trick her here and there but they were harmless compared to what Thea, Rebecca, and Skye did. And I’m only talking about those that are alive or close to the family (so not Emily, Tobias Hawthorne, Sheffield Grayson, Vincent Blake, or Eve).

Quite frankly, I don't care that many of you still like Thea (no, she's not a girl boss in my eyes nor will she ever be) and Rebecca. The fact that Avery is still friends with them in a way is even more despicable. It's basically a toxic friendship if anything and I doubt she would do anything to them but they clearly believe her to be expendable. Actually, the best comparison to this is Avery going with Jameson to confront Skye in person with no security after the murder attempt via Drake.

Thea sabotaged Avery to make her look like her dead best friend to get at her current boyfriend and his brother but only ended up triggering Gray instead (this boy has PTSD and depression, can't convince me otherwise). Then, she literally lured her and basically helped to get her kidnapped by Sheffield Grayson which could have easily contributed to her second potential murder if Toby and Oren didn't get there in time.

Rebecca may be in a better place compared to Thea but she still kept a very key piece of information hidden until the very last possible second. She could have said something that day when she came back to the cottage where Avery was recovering and quite clearly, the alarm bells going off in Avery's mind were right that something was off with her. Even though she at least asked for forgiveness, Avery had a right to be mad at her but the fact that Thea expected her to just shrug it off and carry on as if nothing happened was purely ridiculous. (Oh so quirky Thea, yAy! 🙄)

Last but not least, Skye. She was responsible for Avery's first murder attempt and thankfully it failed but that really could have been a deadly blow. What's worse is I feel like she didn't even care that Jameson was there. Her own son, her flesh and blood. Maybe Drake had pretty good shooting skills but if he had misdirected accidentally, we easily could have seen a shot and bleeding Jamie, too. It goes to show how this woman could easily be interpreted as a sociopath (look up the symptoms; she matches some of those pretty well) especially since I think empathy is not a word in her dictionary.

There you go. Anyways, have a good day. I know I just soured mine with this post.

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[altheaubade]

𖥻  FINDING HOME ˒ 𝐞𝐭𝐚. summer of 2019

starring ˒ thea , bang chan & jyp

warnings ˒ fluff , angst

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“What do you mean we have to have another group member?” is what Chan had asked the management that morning, hours before he came to see a certain person. “I don't know why you claim it's that difficult for you to find someone else '' is what he heard in return. angry at the fact that the company was so cool about adding a new member into the group, he went to find solace somewhere where he knew he'd always be welcome. 

Thea opened the door after hearing the soft ringtone of her doorbell. Although she was not that alarmed to find someone outside, she was surprised to see him. “chris? What are you doing here at the crack of dawn?? it's like 3am.. why are you still awake and about?” she asked him as she moved a little to let the man enter her apartment. “I could ask you the same thing, Isa… why are you still awake?” chuckling, Chan replies to her and drops off his bag and laptop on the girl's coffee table and plops down on her couch. “you know what? good question and I won't be answering that” she answers and heads to grab him some water. 

the man watches her, anxious. with her back turned to him, she mumbles “you look nervous. what's the matter?” embarrassed that he got caught, he sheepishly rubs his hands on the back of his neck and chuckles “of course you know when I'm feeling nervous “. giving him the water and sitting across from him, she nods, urging him to spill whatever that was bugging him. 

“You know how we just.. uhm.. we're just an eight member group now?” she nods. “The company wants us to find a new member…” he confesses. she looks surprised for a second but recomposes herself. “I mean I'm not totally surprised.. it's jyp entertainment, what do you expect?” she chuckles but stops when she realizes he's not chuckling with her. “So what have you planned now?” she asks him, leaning close with her elbows on her knees. 

“I came to ask you a favor…” he drags out and she immediately knows. She knows what he wants to ask her and she shakes her head and stands up. “christopher….” he stands up with her, almost pleading. “Isa please.. you're the best match for us.. you fit in perfectly with us… please Isa.. please…” he says almost begging her to join them. she shakes her head. “I can't just come and join somewhere i'm not wanted chris. the boys didn't want me in the group, you didn't want me in the group in the beginning.. and now that you want a replacement, you come here asking me to do it.. and I can't i’m sorry…” she tells him.

He aggressively shakes his head “Isa I never wanted to leave you behind. I promise… those happened because of how the company wanted it to happen. I swear I didn't want to leave you behind.” “But you didn't even fight for me christopher!” she shouts at him "i did!! I did fight for you Bella I promise! I did whatever I could'' she hears him say as she sits down on the couch. He kneels down next to her slowly and takes her hands into his. “we need you Isa.. please.. think about it.. I'm not asking you to give me the answer today or tomorrow… think about it for me.. please?” he whispers to her and gets up to get his things to leave. she sighs and gets up to bid him bye. as soon as she closes the door, she lets out a deep sigh she was holding on. 

She shakes her head and heads to bed after seeing the time on her nightstand and realizing how late it was. The next morning is no different than her usual routine. except the fact that she woke up to three missed calls from the company. she dials back after she finishes getting ready for the day. “Hello?” she asks. “Thea! How are you? it's been so long!” she hears jyp, the man himself reply back. After catching up for a few minutes, he got straight to the point. “I assume Chan had told you what was going on?” she sighed for the first time that morning before answering. “Yeah.. he did” she heard a small chuckle on the other line “do you wanna discuss it over call or do you want it to be a face to face conversation? I’m fine with either yejin-ah” he told her. 

Agreeing that it was best to talk in person about this, she left for the company after ending the call with him. It took her about thirty minutes in traffic for her to reach and when she got there, she greeted everyone as usual before she made her way to the door that said ‘park jinyoung- CCO/Founder’ and then she knocked and waited for it to open. Once it did, it revealed the man himself. “Thea! come in, come in! Make yourself comfortable. Should I call for Chan or shall we talk first before we call him?” he asked her as she sat on the chair next to her. “We’ll talk first if that’s okay with you.” he nodded and he took a seat in his chair across from her. “So, what do you say?” he asks her. She takes a few seconds to answer him. 

And when she finally does, her answer surprises him. “I’ll do it.” he looks up at her in surprise so she repeats her words. “I’ll do it. I’ll join the group.” he smiles at her and nods. “That’s good. Are you sure? I assume Chan spoke to you just yesterday. I was gonna ask you if you needed some time to think but you answered so soon.” he asks her. She nods back and replies “I thought about it all night. I won't give you an exact explanation on why I said yes but please do know that this is not an impulsive decision and that I've thought about it very thoroughly.” she tells him very firmly.

He looks happy with her response and smiles at her. “Very well. I don't doubt you for it because I know you. I know that you won't do anything without going over it a million times. Now, since we as a company troubled you with this, I'll give you the power to choose something important. As you are aware, your trainee contract is expiring soon and the fact that you need a new one to debut, i’ll let you decide how long you want that to be. The boys are all signed for the usual period of seven years but since it’s been about a year since they debuted, now it's on for six more years. It’s your choice on the duration of your contract” he says. 

Thea nods relieved of that choice she has. She thinks for a few minutes and does the math in her head. After about ten minutes, she opens her mouth to reply. “I need to have two contracts, am I correct? One for myself as an artist and one as a group member.” She asks him to confirm the facts one more time before giving him an answer. “Yes. That is how things work.” he tells her as he anticipates her answer. “I’ll sign the same as the boys for the group contract. But for the individual one, I'll sign for three years for now. I’ll renew if needed after that.” she answers him confidently as she looks at him. He nods understandingly. “Very well. I’ll tell the manager of the group to give you the contracts for you to sign later in the afternoon. For now I'll inform the board about the changes and you can go train with them for their upcoming comeback. We can discuss if you want to join in for this comeback or the next later” he says to her and leads her outside his room. 

Thanking him, she makes her way through the hallways and soon enough she finds herself outside of a particular door. Even before she can knock, the door opens and she’s face to face with the man who visited her last night. “Bella? W-what are you doing here?” he asks her, rubbing his eyes to see clearly. She looks at him and crosses her arms across her chest. “Did you pull an all-nighter?” she asks him, narrowing her eyes. He rubs his nape in embarrassment and chuckles. “I didn't! I slept!” she looks at him as if asking him if he was seriously lying to her. He finally chuckled and accepted that he did not sleep and hence cued the scolding from her. 

Even though he was the older one, she was always the one who nagged him a lot. He did find it endearing so he never complained. After explaining the whole situation to her future leader, he hugged and thanked her for doing such a thing for him. And when she got home after all the meetings with the board and with the members and discussing all the matters involving her debut, it was already eleven in the night. Exhausted from the day, she plopped down on her bed after her night routine and thought of the next day’s schedule. She had to pack her stuff to move into the stray kids dorm. 

It was very weird for her to call herself a member of stray kids now. It felt surreal for her. It was only yesterday she was a trainee, now she’s an official member of the said band. She knew that if the news went public in a few days, the majority of the response would be negative and she was ready to accept that. The hate comments are not new to her but it does not hurt less every time but she’s grown used to it than before. She's a lot braver than she used to be and she’s ready to face anything for her dream. 

It's only a few months after debuting, she realizes that she’s finally found the people that she can call her home and she has finally found the thing she’s been yearning for.

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[cinemastyles-backup]

Summary: Y/n meets Harry at a frat party and it goes.. well?

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, weed smoking, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, oral (both), hair pulling, choking, etc. just filth

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.

"Come on, y/n. Its not everyday that we get invited to the one and only Alpha Pi Kappa." My best friend, Margo says as she pulls on my arm, "Come on. Please." She gets down besides me and sticks out her lip, "Please?"

I sigh, "Isn't their dumbass leader Harry?"

She raises her eye brows and smirks, "Yes it is."

I roll my eyes, "No."

"No? How could you say no to .." she gets on her phone and taps before flipping it around towards me, "This." Her screen shows Harry, shirtless, at the beach with his other numbskull buddies.

I smirk slightly and shake my head, "Yeah he's hot. Okay, I'll give him that, but if you're not a popular girl or super hot like him, he won't think twice about you."

"That's why we get hot! Now come on." She stands up and opens the closet, "Pick something. My selection of party wear is way better than yours.. no offense."

I laugh knowing she's right.

"Okay fine." I sigh and get up from my bed, "Oh. This little black dress is cute. I think it'll go good with those red heels I have."

She nods vigorously, "Yes yes yes!"

— — —

My heels clack against the road as we quickly cross with a group of people - all going to the same place we are.

I wrap my arms around myself trying to contain everything. My boobs are about to bust out of this dress.

The music is so loud I can hear it from down the street.

There's people hanging around outside, someone is behind held up doing a keg stand and the bystanders are chanting "Chug! Chug! Chug!"

I chuckle and look around for Margo.

"Hey." She comes up behind me, "Ready? Harry is inside. I wanna get a good look at him." She winks at me and heads for the steps.

I follow after her. She stops as we get inside, looking around in awe. "This is awesome! I'm going to get us a drink!" She yells over the music bumping.

I nod and walk over to a non crowded corner.

My eyes scan the room.

No, I'm not looking for Harry per say, but if he come into my line of vision, I wouldn't mind it. I only ever spoke to him once and he seemed higher than a kite. He bumped into me and didn't even apologize.

Asshole.

Margo comes up to me and hands me a solo cup containing a mystery beverage, "What is this?"

"I don't know, I told the guy making the drinks to make me something good." She goes to drink her concoction but I stop her, "Did you watch him make these? He didn't spike them did he?"

"Oh my god, Thea. Stop worrying so much. Just shut up and drink." She chugs her drink and throws her cup on the floor, "You're not done? Come on, I want to dance!"

I sigh and swirl the liquid around before downing it.

"Oh my god." I try not to gag, "That was so gross."

She grabs my hand, "Come on. Harry is over here. Let's give him a show." She drags me through the crowd of people, planting us directly in the middle.

She starts to move her body against mine. Her hands sliding down my sides. I slowly start to get into it, my hands dragging across hers, turning around to face her.

"He's watching." I see her lips mouth. She points to the left of us and there stands Harry with a bunch of guys and girl, his arm slung over the one red head.

I clench my jaw at the site.

Is it because I hate him? Is it because I'm jealous?

Honestly, I have no idea.

I look away from him but I can feel his stare on me. I bite my lip and start to get into dancing with Margo more. I turn her around and grab her hips as she grinds back onto me.

I flip my hair and slide my hand down her back, glancing over at Harry who now is standing up straight with his arms crossed.

I turn Margo around and I do to her what she did to me. When I look back, Harry's gone.

"Mind if I cut in?" A tall blonde asks slipping between us, "Sure." I smile slightly but that fades as he chooses to dance with Margo.

I stand there, looking around to see if anyone wants to dance with me. I quickly move off the dance floor and go back to my corner. My insecurities fighting their way to the surface.

I shouldn't have worn this dress. I should have just stayed home. I shouldn't be here.

"Hey pretty lady." A guy slams into the wall next to me, "What are y-ou doing all alone?" I lean away from him, "Too drunk. Nope." I go to walk away but he grabs my wrist and pulls me to him.

I yank my wrists but his grip is too tight for me to break free, "Don't be like that, baby." He leans in to try and kiss me but is shoved and he bounces off the wall onto the floor.

"She said no."

I look up to see Harry standing there. He looks over at me, "I told them not to let this shit head in anymore." He looks down at 'shit head' and moves his arm with his shoe, "Get out."

The guy gets up quickly and stumbles towards the door.

Harry looks over at me, "You alright?" I nod, "Um, yeah. I'm good." He nods, "You smoke?"

"Smoke what?" I ask, my innocence really showing.

He laughs and nods towards the stairs, "Come on." He starts to walk away and my legs automatically follow him.

As I follow him, I watch as his arm flexes with each grab of the railing. I think to myself how it would feel gripping my hair as I-

I'm lost in my thoughts that I didn't realize he stopped, "Oops. Sorry." I mumble as I step back from him.

"You're good. Here." He point to a door, "Come on." He opens the door and lets me walk in first. There's two guys sitting in low lounge chairs across from each other.

"What's up, Styles?" The one says holding out the, what I'm guessing is a blunt. Harry takes it and brings it up to his lips. I watch him as he slowly exhales the smoke.

My eyes go to the floor as he looks over at me, "This is y/n." I look up at the guys and hold my hand up, "Hi."

"This is Zayn and this is Louis." Harry walks over and plops down onto the third lounger, "Come here." I slowly walk over to him and he holds his hand out, "Sit."

"On your lap?" I whisper to him. He smirks and nods, "Only if you want to." I nod once before sliding onto his legs. He wraps an arm around my back to support me and lays the other one over my thighs.

"This party is getting boring." He states as he takes the blunt from, I think Louis.

"Yeah, that's why we're up here." Zayn laughs, "Too many people. I'm over it."

Louis agrees, "Totally. So y/n, you go to school here?" I turn my head to look at him and nod with a smile, "Yeah."

Harry nudges me and I look over and down at his hand. Between his ring covered fingers is the blunt with a line of smoke coming from it, "Want a hit?"

I slowly reach up and take the object into my own fingers and bring it up to my lips.

"Now you might cou-"

I cut Harry off with a vicious cough. I bring my arm up and cover my mouth with my elbow, "Oh god." I place my hand on my chest and calm down.

"Here love." Louis sets a water bottle into Harry's hand, "You ever smoke before?"

I shake my head, slightly embarrassed.

"Well congratulations, we just took your stoner virginity." Zayn smiles as he take a hit, "Welcome to the club."

I smile and look down at the blunt before taking another hit. This time I don't cough.

"Hold it for a few seconds before exhaling." Harry says watching me, "It'll feel so good." He lightly squeezes my thigh and I swallow anxiously.

I start to feel dizzy almost, but it's a good kind of dizzy.

"Do you guys do this all the time?" I giggle, "This is awesome."

"She's feeling good." Louis chuckles, "Oh to be a new stoner and not have to smoke so much."

I zone out of their conversation and turn my head to look at Harry. He has his head tilted back as he takes another hit. He opens his eyes and I smile at him when he looks at me.

He reaches up and grabs my chin, pulling me to him. His lips brush against mine, "Open and inhale." He says while holding in his breathe.

I do as he says and he exhales the smoke into my mouth. I hold it for a few seconds before exhaling the excess.

"Now that, my dear, is called shotgunning." Louis says proudly, "That's one of my favorite thing to do."

I keep my eyes on Harry as he brings the blunt to my lips. I wrap my lips around and close my eyes as I feel the smoke hit my throat. I tilt my head back and look down at Harry with a smirk.

He stay still but parts his lips, indicating he wants me to come to him. I lean down and press my lips to his before I lean back and blow the smoke into his mouth.

He shakes his head slightly with a smirk. His hand slides up and down my back and I feel it leave for a split second before it's right back to where it was.

"We're going to be right back." Zayn and Louis get up and leave the room.

"How do you feel?" Harry whispers lowly, "You look like you feel good."

I bite my lip at his words and nod slowly, "Why don't you find out." I shock myself with how confident I sounded just now, but I'm going to roll with it.

I shift so I'm straddling him, "That's why you brought me up here isn't it?" He raise show eye brows and tilts his head, "One of the reasons."

"Oh, okay. So why don't we just focus on the one reason now, and we can worry about the other ones after, yeah?" I watch as his lips curl into a smile and his perfect teeth pull his bottom lip between them.

Without another word spoken, he grabs the back of my neck and pulls me towards him, his lips attacking mine. I let out a slight whimper as his teeth sink down into my lip.

"You like that?" He asks lowly.

"Mhm." I lean back in and continue making out with him. His hands push my dress up and hie slips his fingers into the band of my panties, "These are mine now."

I nod and help him get them off. He stuff them into his pocket before his hand goes back to in between my legs, "Fuck. You're soaked already."

"I kept thinking about you." I whimper as he plays with my clit.

"Thinking about what?" He asks, watching my face twitch with pleasure, "Tell me and I'll give you more."

"You. Your cock." I gasp as he slides a finger up and down my slit, feeling how wet I am for him.

"What about my cock?" He circles around my opening and goes back to my clit, repeating the action until I answer.

"How good you'd feel in my pussy. My throat. Everywhere." I moan and tilt my head back as he slips a finger in, his rings pushing against my skin.

"Your throat huh? Are you giving me permission?" He brings a hand up and rubs his thumb over my lips and chin, "I'd love to fuck that gorgeous mouth of yours."

I wrap my lips around his thumb and nod as I look into his eyes.

His lips part as I suck and grind my hips on his hand.

"You dirty girl, fucking yourself on my fingers." He leans up and nips my chin, "I'll give you something better here in a little bit, hmm." He plants kisses along my jaw as he slips in another finger.

I moan and arch my back, pushing my hips down onto his fingers more, "Harry." I whimper gripping his shoulders, "I want more."

Without any hesitation, he gets a third inside me and I moan louder, "Fuck." He smirks and lets me grind on his hand, watching me.

"That's it, that's a good girl. You gunna cum for me? I can feel you tightening around my fingers." He whispers into my ear, "Be a good girl and cum for me."

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Harry." I reach down to grab his wrist, rocking my hips a little fast, "I'm gunna cum, oh fuck."

I tighten my thighs and throw my head back with a loud gasp. He tilts my head back to him and kisses me as I come down from my high, "You wanna taste yourself?"

I nod and stick my tongue out. He pulls his fingers out of my pussy slowly and brings them up, "Look at how wet you are, fuck." He inspects them and then lays them on my tongue.

I wrap my lips around them, sucking and swirling my tongue to get every part of his fingers I can.

He moan as he watches my actions, "You're so hot." He pulls his fingers out, "Let me fuck that mouth, baby."

I get off of him and he stands up, taking off his clothes, leaving him naked in front of me. His body is perfectly chiseled and his tattoos make it a thousand times better.

"Take your dress off, I need to see all of you." He starts to pump his cock as I slip out of my dress. I go to take my heel off but he stops me, "Leave 'em on."

I nod and get into my knees, "Fuck I can't wait to feel you gag on my cock." He says as he walks over to me. I look up at him and gently place my hands on his thighs.

"If I get to rough just tap me." He brushes my hair back and holds it into a ponytail. He brushes his cock against my lips and I open, tasting his leaking precum on my tongue.

He moans at the licks of my tongue, "Fuck." I start to bob my head before I push myself all the way down onto him, getting my breathing under control fairly quick.

He tightens his grip on my hair and starts to thrust in and out of my mouth, moaning and cursing with each thrust.

I can feel my eyes start to water and I blink, causing tears to fall down my cheeks. He pulls out and brings me up to my feet. He wipes away my tears and my smile at him, "Don't worry. They're good tears."

He smirks and kisses me again, backing me up until my legs hit the bed, the kiss getting hotter by the second.

"How do you want me to fuck you?" He whispers as he kisses down my neck and chest. He lays me back and kisses down my stomach and over my hips. He looks up at me, waiting for an answer.

I look down at him, "Hard and fast. Don't take it easy on me."

He smirks at my words and spreads my legs, "You're dripping for me, baby. Fuck." He leans in and licks a strip up my pussy and sucks on my clit. I gasp and arch my back off the bed, "Oh fuck."

He grips my hips to keep them on the bed and starts attacking my opening with his tongue. I reach down and tangle my fingers into his curly hair, pulling as he starts to vigorously eat me out.

"H-Harry.." I whimper and gasp as I can feel him bringing me towards my second orgasm of the night, "please don't stop. Please don't stop." I chant over and over, "fuck."

I let out a pleasured scream as Harry continues to eat me out through my high.

He pulls away and crawls up my tired body. He kisses me, shoving his tongue against mine so I can taste myself on him.

"Don't you taste good baby?" He groans as he slides his cock against my wet pussy, "I can't wait to feel inside of you."

I pull him closer to me and continue to kiss him.

The kiss is broken by both of us gasping as he slides into me, bottoming out right away.

"Oh shit. You're so fucking tight and wet, fuck." He curses in a deep groan.

"Fuck Harry I need you to move, please fuck me." I beg desperately.

He sits up, gripping my hips so hard his rings will leave bruises. He pins my hips down and starts to thrusts, not giving me a moment to prepare.

I let out a pleasured scream.

"That's if baby. Let everyone know how good I make you feel." He groans, "Fuck. Let your friend know that I'm fucking you instead of her."

I completely forgot about Margo, but I really don't care right now either.

"Harry. Harry. Fuck, Harry." I moan loudly, desperately trying to grip the sheets for leverage, "Fuckfuckfuck." I arch my back off the bed and moan.

"God damn. You're incredible." He praises, "Fuck."

He brings his thumb to my clit, viciously rubbing circles onto it.

I cum again, clenching around him as I arch and twist my body off the, now, sweaty sheets.

"Mm, fuck." Harry pulls out and I can feel his string of cum land on my stomach, "Shitshitshit." He pants quickly, "Fuck."

I lay there breathing heavy with my eyes closed for a few minutes until Harry comes back and wipes off the cum.

He plops down next to me and looks over at me as he brings one arm up behind his head, "Come here." He extends his free arm, inviting me to lay with him.

"You good?" He asks still breathing kinda heavy. I nod, "Oh yeah. I'm good."

He rubs my arm with his hand and I lay there listening to him breathe, "So how do you know who I am?"

He chuckles, "I've known who you are since the day I ran into you by accident."

I smile, "Really?"

"Yeah, I was so caught of guard by how pretty you were I panicked and all I could get out was-"

"Watch where you're going." I say with him.

He laughs, "Ha. Yeah. Exactly. You remember that?" I nod, "You really don't forget when Harry Styles bumps into you and doesn't apologize even though it's his fault." I giggle and poke his chest.

"Yeah. Yeah, sorry about that." He kisses my head and pulls me closer to him. "This probably isn't the best time, but would you want to go on a date with me?"

I smirk and look up at him, "Only if you roll another blunt for us."

He smiles and nods, "Deal."

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[lyrakanefanatic]

♣️ for Grayson and phone girl please pookie 😘😘

OFCCC SINCE THEYRE MY FAVS 🤭🤭

- grayson only likes when phone girl touches his hair, and will get mad if anyone else does (bc mr. prim and perfect always has to have his hair looking nice 🙄😭)

- makes fun of him for wearing suits but actually likes them bc they make him look hot

- grayson asks for her opinion on everything and anything, even if it’s for something stupid, like “should I get this shirt?”, “what should I order? what are you getting?” and ofc “which tie should I wear?”, and it’s not really that he can’t decide, it’s more like he just trusts her judgement 💀

- back to graysons hair again, whenever he has nightmares about emily or his grandfather or something, she plays with his hair for a bit just so he can calm down 💗💗

- won’t let something slide for his brothers but will for her. like grayson will get mad at his brothers for touching his things, or for like pranking him or something like that but will be like “it’s okay ml 🫶” when phone girl does it. jameson pretends to be pissed off, like “ugh why does she get special privileges” but he doesn’t actually mind that much 🤭

- they both have different music tastes but start to like each others favourite artists once they listen to their music

- phone girls camera roll is filled with sunset pics, random photos and like baby pictures, meanwhile graysons is just filled with photos of phone girl (💗)

- both have amazing singing voices but phone girl HATES singing in front of people and finds it cringe and embarrassing

- but she did do it once when she finally felt comfortable enough with the hawthornes 🫶

- as soon as they became official, thea whipped out her phone and showed phone girl the video of grayson singing karaoke in leather pants. safe to say she didn’t shut up about it for a good month 👍😊

- phone girl has a really good relationship with both of grays sisters and acacia, and grayson regularly gets asked when phone girls gonna come visit them again by gigi, acacia and surprisingly savannah (sav loves her and PG loves sav 💗💗)

- whenever it’s april fools jameson and PG do a few pranks against grayson that are so creative that gray struggles to understand how they think of different unique ones EVERY. YEAR.

- PG likes limes (PLEASE tell me someone gets this joke 😭🙏)

- phone girl regularly searches up “grayson hawthorne edits” on tiktok and sends them to grayson to make fun of him 😭

- grayson has an official tiktok account that has only one post but he has a hidden account too for photography and candid videos he likes to take of PG (that surprisingly no one’s found yet)

- phone girl has an official account that she just posts on when she feels like it, but she doesn’t rlly post a lot on there either

THATS ALL THANK YOU FOR THE ASK ILY!! 💗💗

#phone girl #grayson hawthorne #the brothers hawthorne #the grandest game #the inheritance games #xander hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #avery kylie grambs #libby grambs #maxine liu

[longlostzoldyck]

fangirl

✦ headmaster!silva zoldyck x f!reader

✦ 3.5k words, mdni (you have been warned, get off my lawn)

✦ warnings/ tags: smutty smut smut, headmasterxstudent, oral (m & f receiving), dom x sub, dom!silva, excessive use of pet names (babygirl, pet, daddy, sir), fingering, dumbification, unprotected sex, creampies :)

✦ summary: headmaster zoldyck finds out there is secret fan club on campus dedicated to him and decides to meet their president

✦ notes: soo i've been kinda writing a silva smut on and off for a year when I had this idea a couple of nights back and now we're here. im pretty sure this is one of the longest things i've written but i just kept having ideas!! you can blame me missing my boyfriend lol. hope you enjoy xx thea

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from the moment you laid eyes on headmaster silva zoldyck, you knew that man was going to be trouble. Not like you could do much about it other than fawn over him though. You quickly learned, however, you weren't the only person who had a bit of a school girl crush on your college's headmaster and that's how your little club was born.

it was mostly and excuse to get together, drink and chat with your friends about the ever elusive but alluring headmaster. He was not someone to stroll around campus everyday, unfortunately for you, which made any time any of you saw or spoke to him a cause for conversation.

"when did you think it would be a good idea to tell the rest of us you were having a meeting with headmaster zoldyck?," your friend asked after hearing from one of the others.

"it's not exactly with headmaster zoldyck. you know he never takes meetings, its just his assistant," you shrugged it off.

"but what if...," one of your other friends said in a teasing manner which amused you both.

one of the other reasons headmaster zoldyck was so elusive was because he rarely had meetings with students, too focused on university donors, board members or department heads. there was nothing to be excited about, you kept telling yourself over and over. Only then quickly followed by a resound but what if...?

the day of your meeting arrived and you rushed out of class in order to make it in time. of course the one time your professor went over the class time, you had somewhere else to be right after.

finally rushing into the administrative building, you made your way to the top floor towards headmaster zoldyck's office. you stopped at the desk still quite out of breath from practically sprinting across campus and gave your name and appointment time.

you flicked your eyes up momentarily and felt your heart stop when you noticed an undistinguishable silhouette within the headmaster's office. just knowing he'd be a room away for whatever this meeting exactly entailed, had your heartbeat going faster and your thighs squeezing.

"headmaster zoldyck will be with you in just a moment. you can take a seat while you wait," he offered you a seat, but you were stuck on his words. what does he mean he'll be with me in just a moment?? i mean... there's no way right?

"i'm meeting with the headmaster?," you mumbled out the first question you managed to put together.

"yes, he's on a phone call at the moment, but he'll be with you in just a moment."

you shakily took a seat trying to gain some composure before you're expected to speak with headmaster zoldyck. before you could even start to theorize what could possibly be so important you needed to speak to headmaster zoldyck himself, the man in question emerged from his office to summon you inside.

you quickly gathered your things unable to look away from the bulging muscles the headmaster was hiding behind an impossibly tight long sleeved shirt.

"thank you for staying a later than expected," he turned to the secretary behind his desk. "you can head home for the day. i'll ensure miss. y/ln leaves satisfied."

his words went directly to your core and you tried your best to hide your wobbly knees. he remained at the doorframe as his secretary collected his things, forcing you to stand close enough you could feel the heat emanating from his body as you slithered inside his office.

you took the first seat you could find before you could fall over in front of the man you had been fantasizing about for literal months. he clicked the door shut behind him leaving you now alone together. your eyes darted around the minimalistic and sleek office until your attention was forced back to headmaster zoldyck. he was leaned against his desk before you giving you a delicious look of his body, but you willed yourself you look up into those icy purple eyes to keep you from drooling over him.

"its a pleasure to finally meet you miss y/ln. i apologize for the delay, a different meeting went for a little too long."

"it's no problem headmaster. it's nice to meet you too," you said barely able to speak and hold his gaze at the same time without blushing. someone has to pinch me. this can't be happening.

"what extracurricular activities do you partake in miss y/ln?," he asked.

"well, not many headmaster. between classes and my internship i don't find a lot of time for them other than an occasional home match," you explained.

"that's not what i hear," he retorted.

"i don't know what you mean headmaster," you admitted.

"i've heard there's a little club who gathers in room 103 on thursdays that you are quite engaged in," with every word you could feel your cheeks and ears start burning more and more.

if you weren't blushing before you were certainly blushing now. you couldn't believe he knew. All you hoped if that ground would swallow you hole in this moment.

"its nothing to be embarrassed about," his words were as slick as ever as he tilted your chin up to meet his eyes. "its quite flattering"

you knew headmaster zoldyck was tall, but in this moment you were further reminded of this fact as he towered above you with his crotch only inches away from your face. your eyes were glued to his and your very breathe hitched on his every word in this one moment, this one perfect moment under his gaze lasting a lifetime.

his fingers released your chin then descending down your neck and arm, his touch leaving goosebumps behind. he ever so gently took your hand in his with a touch so delicate you would have never expected from such a large and stern man. everything about him was large. despite your larger hands, his dwarfed your own.

he finally released your hand and you had to see it for yourself to believe it. his hand laid over yours rubbing his cock through his pants. all you could do was squeeze your thighs to try to soothe your yearning pussy as you palmed his cock feeling him getting harder and somehow even larger. he's so big and he's not even hard.

"don't worry baby. we'll make it fit," he said with the slyest smile on his face, seemingly reading your mind. he released your hand leaving you to play with his growing cock.

"can i, sir?," you asked.

"of course you can, babygirl."

your fingers instantly jumped to undo his belt and pants. he chuckled to himself at your enthusiasm as his thumb played and tugged on your lips. you were going to look delicious choking on his cock.

you finally pulled his massive cock out taking a moment to stare at the sheer size and girth. your pussy squeezed around nothing at the mere thought of headmaster zoldyck's perfect cock destroying your pussy. licking his swollen head, you moaned at the taste of his precum.

"good girl," his every word and praise went directly to your throbbing core. in this moment you would do anything to hear him call you a good girl over and over again.

without further hesitation you took as much of his cock as you could in your mouth, drawing out the prettiest groan from headmaster zoldyck. you focused on sucking on his head and pumping the rest of his cock in your hands so you could stare at him for a moment.

even from below, he looked so delicious. his clenched jaw easily visible as he tried to maintain his composure. his eyes finally met yours as you swallowed his cock.

"that's it babygirl," he praised as you swallowed another inch of his cock.

your eyes watered feeling his cock poke the back of your throat. he simply chuckled staring at your drool covered face as you tried to fit his entire length in your mouth.

"let me help, baby," he cooed.

his voice was so soft and gentle you wouldn't think he was about to choke you on his cock. he coaxed your head all the way back giving you just a moment to breathe before pushing you all the way down. you didn't know your throat could stretch that much, but the sting was so delicious. you were so full with him. you kept your eyes glued to his as you gagged and cried.

"making me so proud pet," he praised cleaning the tears streaming down your cheeks.

you moaned around his cock at his words making him groan too. he was mostly quiet, but every time he let out one of those sinful moans or groans, it made you go feral.

"you like that, don't you pet?," he questioned, his hand clamping down around your head. "don't worry, next time i'll have the prettiest collar for you." next time. you could cum from just the idea of him using your mouth like this again. "now suck, pet."

and without another moment to think he began pumping your head up and down his cock. you moaned around his cock as he pulled your head all the way off to kiss his tip before sinking you all the way back down. his pace was relentless and intoxicating, not letting you adjust to his size or speed as he used your throat. you were drunk on him. you were actually so disoriented from his speed that you forgot to do the one thing he asked: suck.

"hey, pet,"he pulled you off his cock suddenly. drawing your attention back to him. he slapped his cock against your moth and cheeks. "have you gone dumb already, pet?," he questioned.

"no sir," you quickly replied.

"what did i ask you to do?," he asked just as sternly.

"suck, sir."

"i won't ask again. understood, pet?," before he could finish his question you were already nodding making him chuckle. god just his laugh makes me wet. "see that's a good girl."

he pushed your head back on his cock even harder, holding your head around at the base for longer. you breathed and sucked. it was all you had to do as the sounds of his groans intoxicate you further. the last time he held you for longer and then you felt his cum shoot down your throat. he was so deep in your throat you barely even tasted his cum. next time you remembered. i could live off his orgasms forever.

you finally pulled away to take a breathe slightly lightheaded from holding your breathe for so long. you sat back on your seat with your eyes clothes as you recovered from the intoxicating experience that was headmaster zoldyck.

then you felt it. the coldest but softest lips nipping at the sensitive skin on your neck. your body instantly responded to him, your back arching to press against his chest. your nipples got hard under your layers of clothes just from feeling them pressed against his sculpted muscles.

"you didn't think i was done with you pet, did you?,"he questioned pulling away from your neck to hover above you. "gonna have to make you cum one more time than i had planned then. let's see if your pretty body can take it."

"headmaster zoldyck...", he interrupted you before you could get a word in.

"sir or daddy or you're getting spanked. understood?," you nodded at his question. "what is your question pet?

"how many times are you going to make me cum?," you barely squeaked out, slightly embarrassed by your own question. he only smiled.

"why don't you count them pet?," he replied with a question of his own leaving one last kiss on your neck before reaching for your pants, easily undoing the button and sliding them down.

he smiled at the pretty white underwear soaked through. he couldn't wait for his treat. he sank to his knees before you, entranced by your pussy, so puffy and wet from how much you rubbed your thighs while giving him head. she's perfect he was convinced.

like most things, headmaster zoldyck didn't start out slow or gently, he simply devoured your pussy from the jump. he tossed one of your legs over his shoulder and licked up all your arousal with his fat tongue. every little whine only spurred him further.

you were so close, you could feel your orgasm approaching so fast you didn't know if you'd be able to hold it any longer. as soon as he started sucking on your clit though you were a goner, cumming on his tongue. he kept sucking and licking through your orgasm, making your already sensitive clit ache.

"you taste like heaven, pet, he cleaned the slick on his chin hovering above you with a cock smile as your chest still rose and fell.

he leaned down and for the first time brought his lips to yours. a dirty yet sweet kiss, a perfect first kiss with the man of your dreams. you were so distracted sharing your taste you didn't feel one of his hand trail back down your body.

"headmaster, fuck...," you moaned instantly when the tips of his fingers prodded at your entrance. the moaning quickly turned into yelps when he slapped your sensitive pussy.

"what did i say before, pet??, he questioned firmly while still nipping at your neck. as if i wasn't dizzy enough already.

"i call you sir or daddy or i get spanked, sir," you replied making him smile.

"see, i knew you could listen,"he replied as he pushed two of his impossibly girthy fingers into your cunt again. if those are his fingers, what's his cock going to feel like? "just gotta use that pretty little empty head of yours."

he punctuated every word by harshly sinking his fingers back inside your pussy. his cock was getting hard just by feeling how your pussy clenched around his fingers. one of his free hands snuck its way under your shirt and bra to tweak with your nipple, jolting your body with a new wave of pleasure.

"we have to make sure your cunt's ready for my cock, don't we pet?," he cooed staring at the hand which was dripping with your arousal and slamming it back inside of you.

unhappy with your lack of a response other than your moans, he pinched your nippled harder as he slowed his fingers to a stop keeping them snug inside your pussy. you cried out, feeling your building orgasm begin to disappear as he only chuckled.

"i said, 'we have to make sure your cunt's ready for my cock, don't we pet?',"he repeated his question and this time you replied instantly.

"yes sir! please please sir...," you tried to shake your hips or move for some kind of release but it was no use. you were caged beneath his body and if he didn't want you to cum, you wouldn't. "please," cried not even know what you were asking for.

"please what, pet?," he tapped on your cheek to draw your attention back to him instead of just flailing your body.

"i need you sir please," you practically begged.

without hesitation he returned to his previous relentless pace, jutting his fingers inside of you over and over again. you were so close. you dug your nails into his shoulders as your orgasm slowly crept closer, he looked down enamored by the sinful sight beneath him. there is nothing more beautiful than a woman dying to cum.

"do you want to cum, pet?"

"yes, sir, please...," you whined. you were so close you would say just about anything to get him to make you cum.

"look at me," his voice was much softer after that remark. you opened your eyes meeting his, but it was so hard to keep your eyes open from the pleasure. "there she is. wanna look into your eyes when you cum, pet."

without another word he flicked his thumb to rub tight circles on your clit. the only way you stopped your cries of pleasure when you came was by biting down on his shoulder as your pussy creamed around his fat digits. it was the prettiest sight he had even seen.

you still clutched on to him as he rode you through your orgasm. he never stopped though slowing enough to not overstimulate your clit. your pussy might have been swollen and spent but you wanted him again. you needed him inside of you.

the headmaster stared at the beautiful mess between your thighs. he promised you another orgasm but he didn't know if your pussy could take another one. you wobbly climbed on the seat and turned over to push your ass towards him.

"aren't you going to give me your cock, daddy?," your question sounded like the most innocent thing leaving your lips. she really is perfect.

"of course pet. but come here so i can fuck you over the desk. we're going to make all your little fantasies come true."

you practically jumped into his arms as he effortlessly carried you over to his desk. your passionate and heated kiss was enough to make you weak in the knees as his tongue explored every inch of your mouth. he finally sat you on his desk towering above you like he did when this first ordeal began.

he pulled away momentarily to shove down his pants as you turned around in anticipation. he landed a smack to each of your butt cheeks hard enough to leave marks, his marks. you moaned together as he leaned his cockhead against your pussy, getting his cock wet before trying to push his monstrous girth inside of you.

"breathe for me, pet," he cooed, picking up one of your legs before pushing his cock fully inside you.

you had never felt this full. there was a slight sting to it but it was drowned out by the pleasure, how good it fucking felt when his cock rubbed against your walls.

"do you feel that pet?," you moaned out embarrassingly loud when you felt his hand over the bulge his cock was causing in your stomach. "can you feel how deep i am?"

you nodded, unable to form coherent sentences or words aside from moans and whines. he pulled all the way out before bottoming out inside of youand then repeated that over and over, roughly pushing your body harder against his desk. he didn't care if people were still leaving for the day, he only cared about you two and your pleasure at that moment as he slammed into you at an inhumane pace.

you smiled just thinking of the bruises his desk would leave on your body and how you were supposed to explain them to your friends. how do i explain any of this? you didn't really care as long as he kept angling his cock into you like that.

your pussy was like gold to him, squeezing him just right and letting him push so deep inside of you. your body was his plush heaven and he didn't know if he could ever have enough. he was close enough to cum already, but he needed you to cum with him.

"such a perfect fucking pussy," he mustered out through low groans. "you're doing so well for me pet. just need one more. wanna feel you cum with me, understood pet?"

you nodded meeting his thrusts as best as you could. your body was so spent from the successive intense orgasms, but you needed to give him one more. i can never say no to you.

your soft gasp was a sign enough to him when he found your sweet spot, and after he did, he kept rubbing that spot over and over again until you squeezed his cock so tightly, you came together. his exhausted body crashed on top of yours as the waves of pleasure took over you both for a moment.

he was surprisingly careful with you and your body, softly helping you turn and get back into whatever remained of your clothes. your underwear was ruined so you left that in his trash. a comfortable silence fell upon you two as you slowly cleaned up and dressed.

you gathered your things preparing yourself to leave. you didn't think he'd want you there for much longer. don't think it'll look too well if the headmaster is caught naked with a student in his office after hours. just as you were about to leave, his voice stopped you.

"i'll see you next week for your next appointment, miss. y/ln. i think this matter is important enough that i ought to separate some time every week if that's okay with you."

"i'll see you next week headmaster zoldyck," you said blushing again despite the fact this man had just made you cum multiple times. some dreams really do come true.

#silva zoldyck #silva zoldyck smut #hxh smut #hunterxhunter smut #hxh fic #silva zoldyck fic #hxh x reader #smut

[detectivebambam]

For the choosing violence thing.

I curious about your thoughts on 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 16,17,18,19,20,21,22,23,24, and 25

(Your thoughts make my day tbh)

lol i gotchu pinky

the character everyone gets wrong: Dan. she's not a badass. i mean she is, but she's not. she's a scared little girl who had to raise herself and has no idea what she's doing at any given time and i love her for it

why andrew would never top or bottom: actually he does both, and tends to enjoy it. kind of an agressive top but Neil likes it, and sometimes likes to follow orders when he bottoms 🫣 i think they do anything and everything with each other. Neil could be dominant or submissive at any given time, which gives Andrew space to learn about what he actually enjoys. He finds that as long as it involves Neil, he doesn't mind

worst tumblr take I've seen: that Andrew was a misogynist because he doesn't like being manipulated, and "manipulation is a woman's weapon" like how is THAT not misogynistic be so real

why did you block that annoying person?: kept saying that Kevin abused Riko as much as Riko abused Kevin. don't know how far they had to reach into the depths of their asshole to find that one, i just hope they didn't get stuck

i don't have discord

which ship fans are the most annoying: y'all are going to absolutely murder me for this but kevaaron. 1) where did it come from? 2) what's wrong with Katie?? 3) no hate ship what u want but also, i can ship what i want? and it's fine it's literally fine

what character did you start to hate because of fanon: i hate to say it but Thea. i adored her when I read the books originally, but after 4 years of exclusively fanon content i didn't like her. but i did a reread recently and adore her again so it's all good

common fandom opinion everyone is wrong about: Andrew being a sex god. Neil is his first consensual sexual partner. like yeah he knows how to suck dick like a dying man, which he learned in juvie (when he was 13-16?) but in terms of sex? he doesn't know what he's doing and he's probably really scared and nervous

worst part of canon: kevin and thea turning their daughter into a mini Raven 😔

worst part of fanon: Renee erasure 😔😔

fandom related words you've filtered: as of currently? anything tsc related because I don't have access to it yet and people aren't tagging properly. but I also have Rinee (rixo x renee) blocked because,,, what do you actually mean

unpopular character you like and why people should like them: Aaron. yeah he's an asshole and a little homophobic but he was raised that way and he's getting better

worst blorboification: if this means what i think it means, fucking riko. like wdym "he serves cunt" he needs to serve time

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you can't understand why this is popular: kevaaron, any riko ship, riko himself, ichirou x neil, andreil breaking up in fics ?

there should be more of this: fic: oral fixation. sexual or non sexual idc but let's Freud these bitches. fanart: ANDREW WITH LONG HAIR PLS PLS PLS

it's criminal that y'all have been sleeping on: STUART HATFORD. LITERALLY NEXT TO WYMACK ON THE FATHER FIGURE SCALE. I LOVE HIM

you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like: i don't feel guilt I'm Presbyterian

part of canon you found boring: anytime they were in class like wdym

part of canon you think is overhyped: this one is going to get me in trouble so i wanna start off by saying that yes, Riko was a victim of abuse. I'm not disputing that at all. but the part where he got beat by Tetsuji and "was more blood and bruise than skin", while being horrible, was also because of Kevin leaving due to Riko breaking his hand. Tetsuji lost one of his biggest investments because of Riko's petty ego

fav part of canon that everyone ignores: Stuart Hatford man

ship you've unwillingly come around to: Kandreil lol. i didn't like it at first but idk the more fanfic i see I'm like yeah that could be cute

topic that brings up the most rancid discourse: picture this, if you will: Nora Sakavic says something about her own damn characters. yeah that's all

common fandom complaint you're sick of hearing: "it's poorly written" it's not. if you can get over the first chapter of The Raven King, the rest is actually written very well and it's so so beautiful and depicts traumatized characters in a way I haven't seen before that is very refreshing

ty for the ask pinky ily

#aftg #all for the game #andrew minyard #nora sakavic #the foxhole court #neil josten #andreil #kevin day #aaron minyard #jean moreau #alison reynolds #matt boyd #renee walker #stuart hatford #riko moriyama #tetsuji moriyama #dan wilds #nicky hemmick #kandreil #kateaaron

[imecliptic]

since i’m having an inheritance games brainrot currently, i decided to throw together taylor swift songs/lyrics that i thought fit the characters. it was actually really hard but i’d totally do it again-

Avery Kylie Grambs: …Ready For It? - “Knew he was a killer first time that I saw him. Wonder how many girls he had loved and left haunted. But if he's a ghost, then I can be a phantom, holdin' him for ransom.”

Libby Grambs: Tied Together With A Smile(I also really considered Begin Again) - “I guess it's true that love was all you wanted, 'cause you're givin' it away like it's extra change, hoping it will end up in his pocket, but he leaves you out like a penny in the rain.”

Nash Westbrook Hawthorne: Fearless - “We're drivin' down the road, I wonder if you know I'm tryin' so hard not to get caught up now. But you're just so cool, run your hands through your hair. Absentmindedly makin' me want you.”

Grayson Davenport Hawthorne: cardigan - “You drew stars around my scars, but now I'm bleedin'. 'Cause I knew you, steppin' on the last train, marked me like a bloodstain, I- I knew you tried to change the ending; Peter losing Wendy.”

Jameson Winchester Hawthorne: Mine - “Do you remember, we were sittin', there by the water? You put your arm around me for the first time. You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter. You are the best thing, that's ever been mine.”

Alexander Blackwood Hawthorne: The Archer - “I've been the archer, I've been the prey. Who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?”

Tobias Tattersall Hawthorne: Mastermind - “What if I told you none of it was accidental? And the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me? I laid the groundwork and then, just like clockwork the dominoes cascaded in a line. What if I told you I'm a mastermind?”

Skye Hawthorne: the last great american dynasty - “‘There goes the last great American dynasty’ ‘Who knows if she never showed up, what could've been’ ‘There goes the most shameless woman this town has ever seen’ ‘She had a marvelous time ruinin' everything’.”

Zara Hawthorne-Calligaris: Better Than Revenge - “I had it all I had him right there where I wanted him. She came along, got him alone, and let's hear the applause; She took him faster than you could say ‘sabotage’.”

Toby Hawthorne: closure - “Don't treat me like some situation that needs to be handled. I'm fine with my spite, and my tears, and my beers and my candles. I can feel you smoothing me over”

Pearl O’day: no body, no crime - “She thinks I did it but she just can't prove it. No, no body, no crime. I wasn't letting up until the day he… died.”

Alisa Ortega: Midnight Rain - He was sunshine, I was midnight rain. He wanted comfortable, I wanted that pain. He wanted a bride, I was making my own name.”

Maxine Liu: dorothea - “You got shiny friends since you left town, a tiny screen's the only place I see you now, and I got nothing but well wishes for ya.”

Thea Calligaris: New Romantics - “We need love, but all we want is danger. We team up, then switch sides like a record changer. The rumors are terrible and cruel; But honey, most of them are true.”

Rebecca Laughlin: tolerate it - “I greet you with a battle hero's welcome. I take your indiscretions all in good fun. I sit and listen, I polish plates until they gleam and glisten. You're so much older and wiser and I.”

Emily Laughlin: Wildest Dreams - “Say you'll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe. Red lips and rosy cheeks; Say you'll see me again, even if it's just in your wildest dreams.”

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