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#i just get really jealous of all those pretty girls with pretty clothes and nice lives
idlesana · 6 months
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all mine
sana x fem reader ; smut
summary: making sana jealous can lead to punishment-- unless she's too eager to pleasure you
first time writing smut?
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your heart was thumping so loud it was almost deafening.
well, it would be if sana wasn’t groaning in your ear, telling you how you shouldn’t make her jealous like that.
“you’re mine, y/n. don’t mess around like that anymore.” she mutters, it’s hot and damp and straight into your ear, sending a shudder down your spine. you arch against the door, trying to move your hips back to get anything more from sana, but she’s nowhere near budging. at least you think.
“you think i’m gonna fuck you? after what you pulled? you’re crazy.” she laughs into your skin now, nice and airy, before going to press more open mouthed kisses against your nape. you whine, and it’s so, so, pathetic, but you can’t help it at sana’s teasing. she’s too good at pressing your buttons.
“s-sana, please, i just-“
“you just what? decided to get all cute with the girls and ignore me?” you feel one of her hands lower, fingertips running the length of your inner thigh. you try desperately hard not to clench your thighs together, to not let the pulsing of your core get to you. but when sana is dragging those long, lithe fingers against you it’s impossibly hard not to— especially when your pitifully wet and so needy for her.
“i just, ngh, i just wanted to be sociable.” it’s a weak excuse. you know it, and sana most definitely knows it. she pushes her front to yours, hands drifting from your legs to your hands, stretching them out and above you as she holds them there. her hands are replaced by her thigh, harshly rubbing into you, and you can’t just stifle your moans anymore, letting out a weak and pleading whimper for her.
“s-sana! please!” your voice is laced with a desperation beyond belief, and you flush in embarrassment when sana laughs, only grinding her thigh into you harder, biting marks into your lower neck right where your sensitive.
“shouldn’t have been so flirty, right? shouldn’t have been all up on the girls, right?” she’s moved back up to your ear, grunting into it, all breathily just the way she knows you like— and it’s driving you crazy. you’re beyond wet at this point, everything she does only driving you further into lust. you can’t stop whining out for her, sounding so cute and all for her.
“gosh, you must be really needy, huh? kinda wanna fuck you just to put you in your place, to show you who you belong too.” her voice is nice and low and the grin in it is audible, it all only makes you writhe in her arms more. she hums, thinking as she pulls back to look at you, grin only spreading when she sees you. your face is flushed, thighs now pressed together upon her body leaving yours, your eyes are lidded and legs are just near giving out, and sana can only moan.
“so happy you’re mine, you’re just so pretty for me when you’re like this.” she smiles, tilting her head ever so slightly, all to admire you, a perfect mess and only for her. and, oh, does sana just want to get you messier, want to ruin you.
“god, i just have to give you what you want, don’t i?” you immediately shiver, muttering something along the lines of ‘please, sana’, voice nearly illegible.
“fuck, okay.” she presses her body back to yours, shoving you back up against the wall, wood cold and seeping through your clothes. her mouth meets yours in the messiest kiss, but it feels so, so good. the way she drools into your mouth, eating up your whines and moans. her hands trail, one cupping your neck, squeezing ever so slightly, getting you to gasp, perfect opportunity for sana to slip her tongue into your mouth. she’s moaning into you now, her other hand slipping down your body patiently.
she starts playing with the hem of your skirt, fingers occasionally dipping under the fabric, teasing your upper thigh that lay underneath. you’re whining beneath her, wrapping your dainty fingers around her wrist, guiding her fingers to where you need her. she pulls away from the kiss with a peck, looking at you, the way your trying to maneuver her to your core— and fuck she wants to give you everything you want.
“god, i need you, i need to fuck you.” it’s low enough to be a growl, making your stomach turn in such a good way, making you crave her so badly.
“sana, baby, please. want you to fuck me. need your fingers.” your voice is just so breathy and laced with so much raw need for her and that only helps rile her up.
“i will baby, i’ll fuck you so good, gotta make sure you know you’re mine, right?” she’s smirking, leaning back in to press kisses down the expanse of your neck, letting her fingers glide up your thigh, right until she reaches your panties, tugging them down as you try to shimmy them off.
once you do, sana runs her fingers through your heat, hot and wet, no, soaked, just how she wanted you.
“fuck, sana.” you groan, head rolling back, only giving sana more space to mark up that pretty neck. she smiles into you, kissing everywhere she can.
she moves her fingers back up, reaching your clit, with all the gathered wetness on her finger tips, she draws tight circles, sending you into a flurry of moans and whines.
sana can only adorn that shit eating grin she’s had toward your neediness all night. “god, you’re just so perfect, aren’t you? my pretty, pretty girl.” sana mumbles, finding time between her kisses to praise you.
“s-sana! inside, please, please!” your voice is a high whine, the tips of sana’s fingers are just too good, too talented in their every move, and you can only pray sana will let them slip inside you. she draws away from your neck, looking into your eyes.
“fuck, how do you always sound and look so pretty for me?” she pants, letting her fingers run lower, teasing your aching entrance, “tell me what you want me to do, baby. wanna hear you say it.”
“sana, i can’t—just— please make me cum on your fingers? i’ll do anything— just, please?”
“anything for you.”
and finally, sana pushed in two fingers, and you immediately a mess on her. you press your face into her neck, whimpering out nonsense as she lets her other hand rest on your waist, pressing you against the wall, ensuring you stay upright. the drag of her fingers against your walls has you weak in the knees, because how can someone fit so good in you?
“god, when’d you get so wet baby? this all for me?” she thrusts even deeper, making sure to curl into you just right, right into the spot that sends you into a high moan for her. she’s pumping quick and rough, fingers perfectly long and stretching you just right.
“f-fuck— sana, you’re so— oh my god.” you can’t even form a sentence, too dizzy in sana and all she’s giving you. the way she drags inside you, hitting everywhere you needed to be hit, each spot making you pulse around her more.
sana smiles, usually, she’d punish you for not answering, but gosh you were too cute for her right now, and all she wanted to do was get you cumming on her fingers.
“am i fucking you that good, baby? can’t form a sentence?” she pushes you further into the door, and tries to shove her fingers ever deeper in you, and oh does she, filling you so perfectly.
“sana— oh my god, i wanna— fuck.” you whine, sniffling into her neck, tears burning at your eyes. she’s just too hot in you, fucking you in so good. you clench around her fingers, her pace is ruthless, but just how you wanted it.
“you close?” her voice is velvety and it rings deep in your ear. you can only nod, shaking in her arms as tears deep from your eyes.
“you can’t cum yet, not until you tell me you’re mine.” she doesn’t slow down, no, no, she goes impossibly faster, making sure she hits your sweet spot over and over, knowing how it gets you reeling for her. she revels in all the sweet cute sounds this draws from you, she swears you’re her favorite thing.
“s-sana!” you’re somewhere between a high whine and a scream, unable to function or think, only able to focus on the growing knot deep in you telling you what needs to be done.
“don’t think about it. i’ll edge you for days straight, i swear.” she knows you all too well, clearly. her pace is feral, you aren’t even too sure how sana can fuck into you so deep, so hard.
“sana— please i’m— fuck— i’m yours! i’m only f-for you baby, i need to— god.” you talk in that perfect whine, the one you only have right before you cum for her.
“let me see, baby, want you to cum all over me.” and the husk in her voice is the cherry on top. you cum with a high cry, which turns into a succession of moans when sana fucks you straight through your orgasm, pressing those slender fingers in and out of your hole repeatedly, maintaining her quick pace in you, body now convulsing against her, before slowing down.
she presses tender kisses to your skin, starting at you neck to your cheek. nuzzling her own against you in a moment of softness. you're so content against her-- just in her arms and happy
“so good for me baby, so good always.” she smiles against you, she pulls away to look at you, maintaining her grip on your waist. "and always the prettiest girl for me too, so lucky."
you flush, reciprocating sana's gummy smile, "thank you, sana."
she giggles, slipping her fingers out of you, sending a shudder through your body, holding them up to you mouth.
"say ahhh."
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lady-ashfade · 5 months
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Yandere Romantic Class 1-A With A Darling Who Is Touchy And Flirty
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—£ This about how the class would react! I have just been in the mode to write for mha so that’s what I’m doing. Also love the yandere class with all my might.
—£ Warnings: Suggest themes, yandere behavior, possessive behavior, reader being very flirty, revealing clothing.
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The class had a handful with dealing with you. it was always so much when you started right off the bat with giving them hugs or touching them in smalls ways. to you it wasn’t a big deal and you were just being you, you had no clue that they thought it was romantic. sweet little thing you were to not noticing how feral your classmates were with you.
Each of them always tries to get you to touch them in any kind of way. If you wanted to lay your head on their shoulders, give them a high five? Anything is okay.
Quickly they realized you just did physical touch to show you care, or that you had a flirty personality. You never noticed how truly dazed and embarrassed they got when you flirted with one of them. Or, the death glares they sent to the other that had your attention.
Bakugo was one to quickly pull you around. he’d pull you by the waist and make you walk with him while he yells at you(He’s to flustered to do anything else). He’d give you pointers on how “Not to suck.” when you train. even saying he needs help dealing with those shitty extras he is friends with.
Bakugo gets so red when you touch his muscles and his chest when you praise him for a job well done. he could have beat you in a training match but here you are praising him. “You’ll be a great hero.” You’d wink at him and tell him to remember you when the time comes. but how could he ever forget you!
The class always watched out for you when they needed to. like once they saw you with a person from class 1-b and you put your precious hands on that person. oh boy did they get pissed. they let you out of sight for a minute and here someone is taking advantage of you. don’t you know that smile and praise is only for them, along with your sweet touches.
“We missed you,” Mina spoke as she held you close as the class surrounded you. “Dumbass, stop talking to those fuckin’ idoits.” The loud blonde growled.
You only giggled and smiled, “They were really nice guys. no need to worry,” you smirked “you guys are the only classmates I want.”
Their hearts melted there.
Soon, they got more comfortable with your attention. So much that they couldn’t go without them. They pouted when you didn’t hug them when you walked into class, or anything else. And of course that counted how much you hugged the others and made you do the same.
But, the more time went on your flirting was taken seriously, of course unnoticed to you. the dekusquad and bakusqaud would fight over who you actually like. the others would get jealous and maybe comment, but they would share. they would do anything for their darling.
If you are more masculine then you could touch the guys more because it wouldn’t be considered “Inappropriate” even if you are innocent. like feeling their chest and shoulders to comment them. The boys loved that, because they got to smirk at the girls.
Now if you are more feminine then the girls made you cuddle them, no matter what actually. throw your arms around the waist, or pull you so close to their bodies. the girls are bad because they are into PDA. Like, the boys touch you if you allow them- But the girls? They are touching you all the time.
“Aren’t you the cutest,” Ochako coo’d at your puffy cheeks full of food, you looked like a deer in headlights as you continued to chew. “They have sauce on their cheek, kero.” Tsu chirped up from beside you.
“Here let me!” Momo took a napkin and whipped off your pretty cheek. “Much better.” You thanked her and continued to eat. you were used to your friends behavior so it wasn’t a problem, though sometimes you found it weird.
“I made you a playlist.” Jiro said as a buzz at your phone went off. She had stayed up all night looking for songs that you’d like, maybe even praise her for it later.
But the class fond over you not matter what you are. you’re their darling. you can get anything you want if you bat your eyes at them.
in training they put on a show for you just so they get get your praise at who wins. it’s almost a blood bath each time. the class is constantly fighting over you. And will fight anyone who is not them because it’s only them who can have you.
Just be careful not to make them faint with your actions because it’s easy. Their pretty little thing.
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43qh · 1 month
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Can I request a jealous Quinn smut in which the reader is extremely nice yet clueless when she gets hit on by other men. Maybe Quinn sees one approaching her and has had it enough. “Why would they ask me out” “why wouldn’t they”
your wish is my command, darling.
word count: 1.2k
genre: smut
warnings: unprotected sex, kinda rough, jealous sex
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"i'll be right back, don't move." quinn demands, knowing you have a tendency to cluelessly run off. you smile with a nod, staring down at your drink. you stood idly by, waiting for you attentive boyfriend to come back to you.
while waiting, a man seemed to notice you all by yourself. you weren't aware of his presence next to you until he lightly brushed his hand against your shoulder, giving you a bright smile. "hi, what's a girl like you doing all alone?"
you wanted to cringe at the classic line, but instead put on your proudest smile, "oh, i'm not alone."
the man standing next to you looks around, before darting his eyes back to you, "i don't see anyone. you're too pretty to be left by yourself."
his remark makes you smile innocently, "thank you, stranger."
the man chuckles, "my name's trevor, actually. and i would love to get to know your name, and maybe more?" he raised an eyebrow with question.
when you were about to answer, quinn tugs you into his chest with a look of anger dawning his features. "she's taken, z."
you look in confusion, not knowing quinn knew him personally. "oh shit, you're quinn's girl!" he laughs it off, "sorry man, won't happen again."
quinn huffs, sucking in his cheek, "why would he just blatantly ask you out like that?" quinn glares at the back of trevor's head as he walks away.
you pull apart from his possessive link, "why wouldn't he?" you tilt your head in curiosity. it wasn't from a place of poking the bear, it was a genuine question. one that got you in trouble.
quinn huffs in anger again, "we're leaving."
you don't protest, unsure why he was acting this way. you had never really seen quinn this way. sure, he's been jealous before, but it was never anything close to this. the whole entire car ride home was quiet, making you nervously run your hands along the end of your dress as you sat there. quinn seemed serious this time, so you decided to remain silent.
when you entered the home, you turned to ask him what was wrong but stopped dead in your tracks as he glared at you. it was an intense stare, one you definitely haven't seen before. at least not directed towards you.
he strides towards you slowly, eyeing you like a prey, "you're right, you know." he doesn't let you ask what he means before continuing, "why wouldn't someone approach you? especially with those fuckable eyes, that short dress hugging your curves."
you gasped, "i- what?"
quinn smirks, letting out a breathy chuckle, "little innocent you. you think i don't notice the way men eat you up? it's the same way i look at you. i hate it." quinn snarls in a way that makes you swallow hard.
"you know i'm yours, quinn." you try to make peace with the man in front of you.
he smiles toothily, "i know. but i think after tonight, you need a strong reminder."
before you can ask or interject further, he pulls you against you, kissing your lips. he can taste the fruity cocktail on your tongue, and you can taste the faint linger of beer. it wasn't strong, knowing he liked sobering up before leaving the bar. the kiss made you dizzy, almost falling if it weren't for how strong quinn was grasping at your hips.
he bunches up the bottom of your dress, not breaking away from you until you let out a loud gasp at the contact of his fingers against your wet, clothed clit. he smirks, looking down at you.
"already soaked, huh? is that what i do to you? does making me jealous turn you on?" he tilts his head in a mocking manner, causing you to shake your head 'no'. he tsks, "from the way you're dripping, i think you do."
this wasn't like quinn. you had never really set off a jealous spark within him. well, not enough for him to do something about it. tonight, that was certainly going to change.
quinn rushes you to the bedroom, your heels coming off along the way while your dress stayed bundled above your hips. he pushes you down, climbing over you almost immediately. he locks eyes with you, seeing the way you bite your lip in anticipation. you would be lying to yourself if you said didn't like this side of quinn.
"i'm gonna make you beg to cum," he states, pulling down your panties and staring at the way your pussy glistened back at him. he hums, "you seem needy." he smirks, looking back up at you, "good."
he runs his fingers along your soaked core, rubbing soft circles into your clit, not quite giving you the pressure he knew you needed. the room filled with your quiet whimpers of defeat, and his ego boasted.
quinn quickly removed his shirt, pants, and underwear. you gawked at the sight of him. you could never truly get used to it. he was just so gorgeous, and you were one lucky woman.
quinn doesn't waste time in pushing into you, your heat sucking him in and making a groan leave his lips, "so fucking tight and wet."
you whine, gasping for air as you adjusted to his size. he stayed still for a moment too long, "quinn.. please."
quinn kisses your temple, "please what, baby?"
"please move."
he can't deny you, not when you look at him with innocent eyes that send him in a dazed state. your pussy was perfect, made for him. made for his cock. his cock only.
"so greedy," he huffed, groaning when you clench around him. quinn begins to set a fast pace, skin slapping against skin almost outdoing your moans that echoed in your shared bedroom. you go to reach for him, but he pins your hands down with a groan, "you like taking it, don't you? taking this cock."
you clench your fists, gasping and sputtering, his hips becoming relentless and not missing a beat. you were sure you would have bruises on your thighs and around your wrists. quinn moves and traps both your hands with just one of his. his size difference wasn't something he thought much of, but this time he was grateful for it.
quinn moves his free hand down to your hip, fingers bruising into you and making you cry out. "quinn! i- please.."
your words trail off as your eyes roll into the back of your head, the sight making quinn chuckle lowly and out of breath, "please what? you want to cum? already? i've barely even started with you." he lets out a snarl when you clench around him too tightly, making his thrusts falter for just a beat.
"yes, please!" you wail out, tears starting to form as you feel the coil in your stomach starting to burn like wildfire, "please let me cum. make me cum."
"who do you belong to?" he asks, quickening his pace and making you struggle against his strong grip.
"y-you. you, quinn. fuck.." you were so close, doing your best to hold it off just for him. you didn't want to provoke him any further than this.
he hums in amusement, "cum for me. cum on this cock, baby."
the release felt like pure bliss, feeling as quinn lets go of your wrists, letting you grasp onto him as you convulse around him. the orgasm so intense, you barely notice the feeling of his own cum pumping right into you.
heavy breaths filled the air, and quinn is quick to place a soft kiss against your lips, contradictory to how he was just minutes ago. "you're mine." he whispers against your lips. he's met with innocent doe eyes.
"always."
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r3starttt · 3 months
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Rockstar gf! Ellie
a/n: i imagine her as a mix of girl in red and mitski(hot). As usual, reblog if you like <3 I’d really appreciate it tyyyy
Warnings: none, just a few mentions of making out
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She would start the band after one girl told her that she should sing more often because her voice was nice. Later she found out that girl was straight and just being nice to her, but it was way toooo late because she had already convinced Dina and Jesse.
Her band started like shit, no fame, no much attention, no anything. That was until they performed at a bar and some girls started to fangirl because ellie is hot af. They went super viral on tik tok and eventually became super super famous and loved ofc.
She’d make you live lots of y/n moments. Making a lot of songs about you, asking you to go on stage with her, singing to you whenever you go to her shows. And ofc girlies are jealous of you, though they’re really nice, no toxic fans mostly :) ellie makes sure of that.
She’d go on stage with those t shirts that have messages like “I love my gf”. Her social media would be full with posts of you and the band ofc. She would be pretty active on tik tok and twitter as well and would interact a lot with the fans.
She loves acting all hot on stage, give the fans what they want yk. But backstage and mostly with you she’s such a baby, somehow no one knows how she used to be high school and thank god because that’s the real Ellie, the one that’s such a loser with the girls, the one that’s a nerd, the one that loves being babied and all that cheesy shit.
It’s almost a ritual, every time before she goes on stage she ends up making out with you, and after shows as well because she has so much energy she needs to take it out somehow right?. Lots of teasing, definitely loves scissoring (rough) and fingering ofc. One of the first things she did when money started to appear was definitely buying a strap so… yeah.
Adores spoiling you, a lot. She’d buy anything you want whenever you ask for it, she’d try her best to put attention when you go shopping to see what you like, even though most of the times she forgets until you talk to her about it or she sees it online.
She has such a bad memory so she definitely forgets the lyrics of her songs and just leans the microphone to the public. Also falls a lot on stage. You always make fun of her and she gets mad until she’s not and then she apologizes for being so moody.
She calls you wife, her fans call you her wife. She makes sure everyone knows about you and always finds a way to mention about her beautiful gorgeous hot gf.
She does a lot of lives before or after her shows, you’re always there and again, she lets everyone know you’re there.
She always plays guitar to you, always. As in ken to Barbie. And yes you find it a little bit too much but also don’t care cause you get an amazing view of her hands and her tattoo fully displayed and it’s hot.
Her tattoo, god. Everyone loves her tattoo, it became such an iconic thing between shappic community and again, it helped with the fame because it got viral everywhere, hot.
She desperate needs you on every show, she’ll beg you to go and gets sad when you can’t go. On her first tour she couldn’t stop thinking and talking about you with Dina and Jesse so they begged you to call her cause she’s to shy to ask herself, which is weird considering she can’t stop sending you audios and messages and photos of her in the most hot angles with the most hot clothes ever just to tease you.
Every time she gets back from tour or sees you after a show you couldn’t attend to she’d be extremely touchy and needy and would not leave you alone. Lots of calls and texts and definitely audios.
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So sad she’s not real 😡
Also here’s an abby one :)))
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novaqueenofmadness · 1 year
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Sweet Puppy
summary: James dragged his friends out to a nightclub cause he heard Lily was going. Loser
tags(?): soft, a bit suggestive, we are drinking a tiny bit
a/n: enjoy, sleep deprived again (actually that’s a warning, i’m sleep deprived again)
*・゜゚・*:.。..。.:*・' ★'・*:.。. .。.:*・゜゚・*
“Can I buy you a drink?”
“You’re paying for it?”
With a nod from him you made eye contact with your friend. A signal to keep an eye on you as you stepped to the bar with the stranger. Getting there the kind stranger signalled for you to take your pick. You asked the bartender for your drink and turned to look at the man.
“So what's up” straight to the point. He looked very nervous and while you didn’t come out today with the intention of accepting free drinks from strangers you decided to give him a chance.
“ah- right to it right ok. You see that pretty girl in the back by the table near the plants?”
Quickly glancing at your drink still being made you did a swift look over. It looked as if you were turning to look at your friends but did a quick glance in the direction he’d told and looked for the girl. You turned back over casually leaning against the bar again. You'd seen her, a pretty girl with a nice head of fiery red hair tied up in a ponytail, she was wearing a pair of printed flare pants with a matching tie crop top that complimented her eyes. She looked good and she knew it, and clearly the bloke beside you knew it too.
“She’s cute” you yourself were ready to waltz up to her and ask her to dance with you.
“She’s my ex-girlfriend and well, I was w-“ your drink was placed in front of you. Smiling at the bartender in gratitude you slid a bit closer to the stranger beside you. In a low voice without looking at him and grabbing a hold of your drink you casually told him “put your arm around my waist.”
“Wha-“
“Just do it~” your voice, even if obstructed by the cup close to your lips, was velvety.
“Right yeah” clearing his throat he put his arm the way you’d instructed him, he cautiously pulled you a bit closer and couldn’t help himself rubbing his thumb over your clothes. You were wearing velvet after all. “I know it sounds desperate but I want to try to make her jealous and also not look like a complete fool. I know you saw her, she’s got all this attention from everyone, people can’t help but look at her she’s beautiful” to you he did sound like a complete fool just saying that. But he also looked like a kicked puppy thrown aside in the rain with those gorgeous eyes of his and you couldn’t resist pretty boys with sad eyes.
Looking back at your drink, and then a quick glance around you turned to properly face him. You placed your left hand on his arm resting on the bar, feeling muscle under the loose dress shirt he was wearing and swiping your thumb over it, and raised your right to brush some curls that had fallen on his face. “Fine i’ll bite,” you brought your face a bit closer to his, “What’s your name darling?” your coy grin present on your lips and honey dripping from your words.
A surprised smile broke on his face, being this close to him you could appreciate even more how handsome he looked with the pretty apples on his cheeks and his rosy lips, his eyes making it almost impossible to look anywhere else. “You will? That’s- you’re awesome, James my name is James” quickly adding “Potter” right after as if he’d forgotten it.
“James that’s a sweet name Jamie,” again you sounded so sweet in his ears he wasn’t sure if it was a trick of the music blasting from the speakers outside or if the alcohol he hadn’t even consumed yet was somehow making its way to his system. “Are you gonna ask me mine sweetheart?”
He hadn’t even thought of that, with you being so close and the touch of your fingers now playing with his hair his mind was going blank the only thing he could really think about right this second was the way your eyes seemed to draw him in. He managed to put the thoughts together to make the sentence and then force it out of his mouth, your hand had moved to his nape leaving a feathery trail where your fingertips hand skimmed and were now playing with the soft hair there. You introduced yourself to him and he couldn’t help but think how well your name suited you. It crossed his mind how well it felt rolling through his tongue.
“No pet name for me?” you turned back to the bar to finish your drink teasingly pouting, removing your right hand from his nape to his upper arm, feeling muscle there as well and quietly admiring the swell of it.
Coming back down to earth now that your eyes weren’t keeping him in place, James got his game back on. “You want one? I could call you doll? How about honey? Sweet like your voice.” He watched you tilt your head back, finishing your drink, empty cup resting on the counter. His eyes slightly widened in pleasant surprise, still smiling. Looks like he got lucky coming to you tonight, you seemed relaxed and maybe fun to spend the time with. Your eyes focused back on him and immediately “I think sweetheart fits you perfectly.” Tumbled right out his lips. If he was playing the lovesick fool part for his plan to make his ex jealous you’d have to give it to him, he looked ready to fall head over heels.
Turning properly to face him you put your left hand on his chest and grabbed his chin with the other “Whatever you say honey” you tilted your head a bit and could tell the pretty redhead was still looking your way. “Jamie darling, you feel comfortable kissing me right now?” The hands that were resting on your hips, caressing the velvet of your outfit, stuttered a bit and you could feel his grip tighten a smidge. “You don’t have to just a peck or just-“ you decided to play it safe and pulled him to you, laying a sweet kiss on his cheek near the corner of his lip and giving him an even sweeter smile. You were absolutely what cavities were made of. He was sure of it.
That got him dazed, if he had been a cartoon on the telly he would’ve had hearts popping off the top of his head and little spirals in his eyes. James even let out a small dreamy sigh. He wasn’t sure if it was your shiny eyes, the sweetness of your voice, or your glossy lips but he felt completely enamoured by you. You giggled at the look on his face and lack of response and decided to take charge of his little plan. “Let me introduce you to my friend just in case, come on.” He followed exactly like the little puppy his eyes made out to be.
You walked him over to your friends, wrapping yourself around his bulky arm. Pressing there, knowing he could feel the warmth your body gave off through his shirt. You were more than sure this man did some type of contact sport. He was well filled everywhere you could see and you put your hands on. Your friend that had been keeping an eye on you when you stepped away raised an amused eyebrow. You left to get a free drink and you come back with a lovesick puppy. Not very you as you tended to get your drink and make an excuse to leave with it. “James this is my friend Fabian and his boyfriend Leah, that’s Mora, it's a nickname, her boyfriend Danny…” you introduced a few others and then turned to address the group “Everyone this is James, my boyfriend tonight,” you saw a few ready to ask but you quickly added with a slight laugh “don’t ask questions.”
James said his hellos and made small conversation with some while you and Fabian had an inconspicuous visual conversation, smiles, rolls of the eyes and some laughs exchanged between the two, Fabian aware you’d stay safe either ways.
You changed your hold on him now embracing him around his waist and looking at him. “Let's meet your friends. I'm sure you didn’t come here alone, ya know like a complete loser” you told him teasingly. He took your jab with a grin and placed a kiss on your temple.
“No, I'm not a complete loser just yet, especially not with you next to me like this, i’ll introduce you they’re over here” James began to guide you to the other side of the outside area. Throwing a quick look back at Fabian with a nod to keep an eye out for you as you would for him. When you two made it across and stopped there were three guys before you.
“Who'd you get to go along with your sorry plan Prongs?” It was a good looking man with some too-good-to-be-true hair and a piercing set of eyes that quickly admired the outfit you wore and settled back on your pretty face.
“How much is he paying you? Blink twice if it’s against your will.” This one had fluffy brown hair and appeared to be the tallest out of the four, he had some scars littering his face and on the hand that was holding his drink but you thought it added to his allure.The third man didn’t say much but let out a small laugh at what the other two had said, nodding your way.
Exasperated James gave the two a deadpan look “It’s not a sad plan ok, and i’m not paying her, she’s not not being held hostage, I clearly still have more game than you lot” he puffed chest a bit, hand still on your waist from when he was guiding you over.
“That's not the impression I’m getting,” the taller one pointed out sarcastically and laughed while taking a drink. James turned over to see you making eye contact with a laughing Sirius and blinking twice, waiting a second then blinking twice again.
“Sweetheart you’re supposed to be on my side” even if he was slightly whining there was amusement in his voice and he couldn’t hide and grin on his face. It somewhat warmed his heart to see you joking with best mates upon first meeting them.
“Right right” you straighten yourself out not hiding your laugh and making yourself comfortable in James’ comfy chest again, his arms wrapping around you instinctively. You introduced yourself to them with a smile that made them blush lightly and turned your head to look at James. once again dazed at having you so close but at least able to pick up it was his turn for introductions.
“These are my best mates, known them since first year. The quiet one there is Peter we honestly had to drag him here” (“as you had with the rest of us.”) James was telling you calmly right next to your ear, this didn’t need to look like first time interactions “the walking lightpost that believes you a hostage is Remus” who threw a quick raised brow his way.
“Mate she blinked twice, multiple times”
“Besides the point, moving on. and the damp dog with the luscious wig and tacky leather jacket is Sirius.”
“Oi, the ladies love the jacket and the hair grows right out of my own scalp”
“It does? I'm ready to believe Jamie here, that hair’s too good to actually be yours” and it did, it was shiny and had a soft look to it. The effortless look to it looked too good to be real, almost magic. You wouldn’t blame him for trying to fool a couple people with it; he looked like he knew his way around a lace front.
“I'd let you give it a couple tugs if you ever want to find out for yourself” his smile was just the right amount of sultry and jokey to know he was a big flirt in the group. You briefly wondered how many others he had used that line on.
You were ready to give your response when James pulled you a bit closer to his chest, chest that you had made yourself very comfortable on. “Back it up Padfoot she’s mine” the way he had brushed his lips against the back of your neck made the jest in his tone gain some edge to it. While Sirius was hot, you couldn’t deny that, James was really pushing all your right buttons to make you putty on his plush pecs.
“Sorry Paddy, you can give another try if you ever see me out and about again” James nipped at your shoulder but you sent Sirius a wink nonetheless.
“Jamie? Paddy?” Remus had been listening to the banter while he sipped his drink and found your pet names amusing, found you interesting, you really seemed to just fall right in with them.
“Yeah, you want one too?” Turning your head to James, noses nearly bumping together, your eyes also flicked over to Sirius, “What do you guys call him? James is Prongs, not asking, and Sirius is Padfoot, also not asking, what about Remus and Peter?” James again got lost in your closeness and then the way he had you pressed against him and how relaxed you looked in his arms. You almost reminded him of a cat bathing in the sun by a window, languidly lounging there entirely at peace. The thought of Lily was but a far memory at this moment.
Seeing as James wasn’t able to process a single sentence right now, Sirius took the initiative. “Dearest Remus is Moony,” slinging an arm around his shoulder and shaking him a bit. ”Peter here is Wormtail” putting his other arm around the smaller man and patting his head in a friendly manner.
“I’m going to hope Moony isn’t implying you moon unsuspecting people” Remus flushed lightly at that one, and Peter wheezed while Sirius threw his head back holding on to the two. “I’ll stick to Remy-“
“I don-“ his mouth was open to protest but you raised a hand waving it about.
“Not my business Remy, just make sure police don’t catch you unless it’s from your own home, I’m not sure how the public indecency charges would work there but again not my business,” you were quick to move on.
“Bu-“
“No butts Moony please, and for Peter… I don't see you sporting a rat tail as a hairstyle so Pete works fine right?” Remus mouth was left opening and closing like a fish out of water, Peter nodded to the name, Sirius continued to laugh at his friend’s anguish.
Finally James snapped out of his haze and all the previous speech computed in his brain, slowly, but it did and he let out a hearty laugh that you could feel vibrating through your back. “Moony… you haven’t actually… naughty naughty.” His eyes jokingly squinting over at his friend.
Remus gave up and just huffed out a laugh, he felt at ease with the new person around. Glad it wasn’t some snobby priss that James ended up picking up tonight. “Har har, your girl is hilarious Prongs”
“Thanks that why i chose her”
“With those eyes you were practically begging for me darling” you were back on your shit. Fully turning in his arms facing him. A look over his shoulder you could see the pretty ex throwing glances James' way obviously wondering who you were. You seemed cosy with James and friendly as well as chatty with his friends. Just where did you come out from?
Why not put on a show? Your friends liked to say you liked your dramatics. Peter, Remus and Sirius were still debating the implications of the name Moony and whether Remus had actually mooned anyone (He denied denied denied). You began to caress James cheek and littered soft kisses on his chin and jaw. Nothing sexual, just softness, but Merlin did it send butterflies to James’ stomach. You let your free hand brush the collar of his shirt when you pulled back and merely readjusted it, not sparing a glance at the maybe fuming (this is speculation of course) redhead in the background. Playing it casual you turned back around and made conversation with the lads. James kept pulling you close, brushing your hair and giving your skin pecks here and there whenever he got the chance. His hands were always playing with your hair or kept petting the soft of your velvet but they were always doing something. You’d kiss his arm whenever he shifted or turned you head and peck his face anywhere you could reach. The lads just grinned and sometimes giggled no doubt catching Lily hastily whispering with a friend, pretending not to be looking, or doing her best to look unbothered.
You all talked about random things for a bit while listening to the music. You’d asked them about their previous school, to which they got a bit flustered and briskly mentioned something about a boarding school on the countryside (very totally boring according to Sirius), you didn’t push it after the jab Remus sent to Sirius’ ribs for his horrible attempt to stir you away from the topic, guess it worked, jobs were mentioned (Remus was studying to be a professor, Sirius was well off but was doing an arts degree for fun, Peter wasn’t sure himself and James said something like a police officer [arrest ME] but didn’t go much into detail), but overall just casual chatter.
And then you heard the start to the good music, the one that really made you want to go inside into the dance floor because you couldn’t stop shaking your hips to the sound and singing the lyrics quietly to yourself. All of which James found even more endearing.
“Darling let's go dance, what do you guys say? music’s good enough for you? I’m sure there’s a few others waiting for you lot to go inside.” You were eager, the music was calling you and you had a dance partner right here with you. Your excitement was contagious since soon enough Sirius was dragging Remus and Peter and you James who once again followed you like a puppy would a butterfly.
Inside, the bass of the music could be felt in your chest, you could feel the cold air the venue attempted to blast to keep people cool but was quickly overpower by the body heat of the people around you. Peter did try to dance, bouncing on the spot and quickly being brought into a bouncy circle by a group beside your own, Remus and Sirius were unbothered, all over each other dancing, hands anywhere, much like you and James.
Your back was to his front grinding, at times lazely swaying but you kept leaning on to his chest and your hands would pull him closer by reaching back and tugging his hair and brushing his sides or skimming his upper thighs and leaving your hand there for support. James didn’t know where not to put his hands. Your hips, up to your waist, guiding you with the tempo to rock against just right or matching your own set tempo at times, he’d stroke his hand over your stomach and let one rest right at the bottom of it, other hand on your hip following your movements. It was obvious you knew how to move to the music, clearly unbothered if it seemed too obscene for the public or stupid and goofy, you were just here to enjoy the music and do your thing. Sometimes you’d even know the lyrics to a song and turn to James, hooking your arms around his neck and serenading him as if you’d been doing it all your life. James couldn’t get enough of you. He’d dance along, sing even to the songs he didn’t know and twirl and swing you around when he felt like it. You had inadvertently made him entirely forget the reason he had dragged his friends out tonight and why he had talked to you in the first place. He only had eyes for you and the carefree feeling you lit in him. He could dance with you the whole night and not get tired, watch and listen to you sing to him and laugh whenever Remus or Sirius threw it back on you or when you’d twirl Peter around after he joined the group again. You had found your group of friends you had come tonight with and they joined. The group becoming bigger, making more space and everyone more than happy to mingle together.
It had been hours of dancing, drinking, giggles and butterfly kisses tickling each other’s skin. A song that sounded lewd enough to make your grandma drop in mortification along with a variety of innuendo sprinkled in it was playing, you and James in your own little world long disconnected from everybody else. The rock of your hips was slow but on beat with the song and James couldn’t help but pull you in a bit harder with the hand on your waist whenever you would rock back onto him. His other hand that was your waist unlatched and started its ascent on your body. You could feel the tingling his fingertips were leaving as they trailed up from the lower part of your stomach he’d been caressing earlier, tickling you right between your rib cage, up your valley and finally reaching and snuggly resting on your neck. You were still dancing but he tilted your chin to look at him, you could see the yearning in his eyes. Earlier he had the eyes of a cuddly puppy, ready to roll over if you just told him to but now he looked at you like a lion ready to pounce on an unsuspecting gazelle. You looked ready to be ravished. His pupils were blown wide and his hair was messy with how much you had been pulling and tossing it throughout the night, his cheeks were rosy from the heat around and you're sure he was ready to devour you when you saw his adam’s apple bob after licking his lips. The two of you maintained heavy eye contact, his pretty eyes drowning you in a pool of want and your lidded ones enticing him impossibly closer.
Looking at you and recalling how good you made this night out to be James wasn’t sure he was ready to leave you tonight without at least kissing you. If this was the last time he would ever see you he wanted to have a taste of you. Your respectful pecks you peppered on his skin throughout the night made him feel on cloud 9, he couldn't recall the last time he’d felt so dotted on like that and you were just pretending. He couldn’t help but wonder what your kisses full of love actually felt like, he also couldn’t help the sudden want need to experience them. His thumb started to caress the side of your neck where he could feel your pulse. It was racing but it felt so at peace to him. Vaguely from his peripheral vision he could make out a shade of blazing red that would be directly in his line of vision if he just looked up. But why would he want to look up when he had you right in front of him looking as if you were made just for him. You placed your hand on top of the one he had on your neck and for a second James thought you were going to remove his but you did quite the opposite, instead imploring him to have a bit more grip there and sent him another wry smile like you had at the beginning of the night. And he couldn’t take it. His lips came crashing down on yours.
He felt like he’d come out tonight with the purpose of meeting you.
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//this dead fictional wizard has me in a chokehold and i don’t think i’ll ever recovered from my own fantasies
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rubyreduji · 7 months
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Congratulations on 1 year and 3k 🎉🎉❤️
For the sleepover 🧸, I've been thinking about how wonwoo might react if you pranked him by tattooing his friends (maybe another svt member?) initials on you and him accidentally seeing it.
— sleepover event now over!! 🧸️
you wish is my demand~ (i hope you like this haha i wasn't sure what direction to take it)
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[minors dni!]
it's not even a real tattoo, like it's one of those realistic temporary ones that last two weeks and takes a couple days to develop one your skin, so wonwoo doesn't notice it at first but then one day you're walking around in minimal clothing and he notices it.
sitting right above your hipbone in bold font with a cute little star next to it is KSY and wonwoo frowns, all too familiar with the sequence of the three letters.
wonwoo doesn't say anything, just grabbing your arm to stop you from continuing walking past. his thumb brushes over the tattoo as he stares down at it, like in a trance.
"soonyoung really?" he asks. "that's the best you could do?"
you honestly forgot about the tattoo after having to let it develop for a few days. at the time when you ordered the tattoo and applied it was a good idea, teasing your boyfriend with the idea of being marked with his best friend's initals, but now that you're here it feels more like you're the one being pranked.
"what? you don't like it?" you ask, twisting your hips a bit.
"oh no, i definitely find it amusing."
"amusing...?"
"amusing how you think this will get me jealous." there's a gleam in wonwoo's eyes, behind his glasses. a small smirk plays at his lips. "soonyoung's not a threat to me. so you can parade your cute little tattoo around, but at the end of the day it's my name you're screaming."
"w-wonwoo," you gasp as his thumb digs into the tattoo, pressing down so hard you can feel it against your hipbone.
"isn't that what you want pretty girl? for me to fuck your brains out and show you that you belong to me?" you can hear the drop in wonwoo's voice, his voice now thick and deep.
you take a shaky breath as you nod. "y-yes," you admit.
wonwoo chuckles slightly. "that's what i thought. needy little thing, huh? trying to use a silly tattoo to get my attention. just don't expect me to be nice about this."
you whimper slightly, your mind already flooded with the thoughts of what wonwoo's going to do to you. yeah...this prank definitely is going to go well for you.
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linkspooky · 7 months
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What’s your thoughts on teen titans 2005 blackfire?
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This is actually a complicated question to answer because I do love the Blackfire we get from the Teen Titans cartoon, but it isn't really my favorite adaptation of her character. Part of the problem is she's only in two episodes. If Starfire got her own season then Blackfire would probably have to be fleshed out more just by necessity.
I guess my main issue boils down to the difference between personality and character depth. Which is something I just made up on the spot but, a character can have a lot of personality but not be a particularly deep character and vise versa. More under the cut.
Cartoon Blackfire is so overflowing with personality that she's an incredibly memorable character despite only appearing in two episodes. The cartoon adaptation does a good job in general of streamlining the more complicated comic book versions into easily recognizable personalities that fit into the animated adaptation, where you still get the gist of the original.
Robin is trying too hard to be Batman, reflective of early Teen Titans Dick Grayson's habit of overworking himself and his insecurity as leader. Starfire's personality focuses on her fish out of water aspects which was a big conflict for her originally. Cyborg's portrayal leans into the disability representation aspect of his narrative and how like an ablest society has taught him to hate himself or think of himself as less than human for his cybernetic prosthetics.
The show communicates these deep ideas in more simplified personalities compared to the comic book counterparts (they have to it's a 20 minute cartoon versus a new teen titans run with over a hundred issues).
Then we get to Blackfire who also has a strong personality that immediately communicates a lot about her character. Number one she is the archetypal big sister who makes her little sister feel inferior about everything, it's like being in middle school when your sister is a high scholer. From Starfire's perspective Blackfire has always been cooler, stronger, more adult. That's something the audience can understand pretty easily because they most likely have big sisters too who seem cool and untouchable.
On top of that though as the episode progresses we learn that Blackfire isn't just making Starfire jealous on accident. Like it could have been an accident sometimes you hang out with a new group of friends and immediately grab the attention away but it's just a misunderstanding you're just trying to integrate yourself into the group and newer people tend to attract more attention. Borrowing your sisters clothes, hanging out with their friends and taking attention away, those could all just be a normal sibling conflict.
Then you find out that Blackfire's doing this on purpose, she's just trying to edge out Starfire and steal her place with her friends. It's not just because she wants to hide out from under the law and stick Starfire with the blame to get the police off her tail, no this is something she constantly does in every interaction with Starfire. She's always insisting that she's the better sister. She's reinforcing this sibling rivalry and always trying to come out on top.
Blackfire constantly antagonizes Starfire and turns everything into a competition, whereas Starfire doesn't see things that way she just sees them as sister. There are times where Blackfire is mentioned offhand and Starfire tells stories of her growing up like (Oh, my sister went through puberty and she turned purple for three days). So the rivalry thing is also pretty clearly one-sided on Blackfire's side. Even Blackfire's attempt to conquer tamaran and marry Starfire off to some ugly alien, it's a pretty clear attempt to just hurl egg in her sister's face.
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Blackfire personality-wise also has that bad girl thing going to her. She's the quintessential mean girl to Starfire's naive nice girl. Her introduction episode where she immediately takes away the attention of all of Star's friends by coming off as a cooler version of Starfire, and the night club scene where she's wearing Starfire's clothes, and dancing also calls to mind Faith, Hope and Trick, the BTVS episode where Faith the other slayer is introduced to serve as the main character Buffy's darker foil. The "Bad Slayer" to Buffy's "Good Slayer."
This is what Blackfire is set up to be, she's not only a rival / antagonistic sibling she's supposed to be the "bad sister" to Starfire's "good sister". It's a pretty shallow role but Blackfire has so much personality that she plays it really well.
The show itself doesn't really dig any deeper than the sibling rivalry and the good sister / bad sister aspect, though. Which isn't true for the comics. Which is why I consider cartoon Blackfire a good adaptation of her PERSONALITY, but one lacking in character depth.
What makes comics Blackfire such a fascinating character to me is that she and Starfire are a pretty nuanced breakdown of the golden child / scapegoat dynamic. It's something a lot of adaptations miss out on. Even the debatably canonical Teen Titans GO! spinoff Comic of the show that ran at the same time the show was running kind of misses out on this element in their origins.
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"Starfire was more liked because she was kinder and prettier..." this oversimplification that their parents did love all their children equally, Blackfire was just a bad seed / bad child who was unpleasant and hateful from the start. THe archetypal jealous older sister / cain to Starfire's Abel.
That's not how it is in the comics! Blackfire is disabled in the comics, and because of that Starfire's parents heavily favor their abled child. Blackfire's narrative is a disability narrative, she's unable to fly in her world so her parents strip her of her rightful inheritance and treat her far worse than her abled children, for no other reason than she can't fly.
I'm going to borrow heavily from another post about a character with a similiar disability narrative, where they are actively abused by their ableist parent: Toya Todoroki from My Hero Academia.
Touya, as a kid, is undergoing this painful disability, and rather than acknowledge his hand in that - because Endeavor brought him into this world for selfish reasons, without thought or care to the possibility of the Incompatible Outcome - Endeavor just turns him away and refuses to see his pain. He doesn't try to accommodate or mitigate or treat the disability, just pushes the disabled child aside and minimizes how severe the disability is. [...] Endeavor then keeps attempting to have "non disabled" children to "make up for" the disabled one. [...] Touya, however, in all of his grief and his anger, can only see that once again, he is not seen, his suffering didn't matter to his father. His disability is made to be his fault and his failure, which Endeavor, despite having a shrine to him, has cleanly wiped his hands of it. This new child is not disabled; this child is perfect. This is similar to how disabled older siblings may initially fail to emotionally connect to their abled baby siblings, and fail to see the way their parents may hurt or otherwise not nurture them; resentment at what is, real or perceived, better treatment and more displays of love, care, attention, etc builds inside.
Blackfire is born with a disability, and rather than try to accomodate for her, her parents just turn away from her refuse to see her pain and then push her aside for their "non-disabled" children. Starfire is not disabled, Starfire is perfect, and Blackfire knows that their parents treat the two of them differently.
Which is why in her pain and desperation for her parent's attention Blackfire has never truly connected or noticed Starfire, because she's incapable of seeing Starfire as anything other than the "abled" sibling in the household and the "favorite." Which isn't Blackfire or Starfire's fault, it's a conflict that's forced upon them by their parents. If Blackfire's parents had just treated her like a normal child instead of scapegoating her for her disability, Blackfire would have no reason to compete with Starfire.
However, there's an added element to this which makes the Blackfire and Starfire dynamic so good, is that Starfire does not understand that she's the golden child. She thinks their parents are perfectly normal, loving parents, and that Blackfire is the problem. Starfire refuses to ever see that Blackfire was abused and from the start believes that Blackfire just came out of the womb petty and jealous.
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To be fair Blackfire does commit sibling abuse when she's younger, and even eventually ends up selling out their entire planet, and her sister to her the enemy. If Starfire resents Blackfire for her actions she's justified, but Starfire reduces Blackfire in her mind to a mustache twirling villain.
It's like if Starfire saw a pair of parents abusing their child in a wheelchair, screaming at him for not being able to walk, Idk, pushing him down the stairs she'd get angry and think they're horrible parents, but she can't see that the behavior is bad in her own parents.
Once again Starfire is a victim of Blackfire's lashing out, but at the same time imagine it from Blackfire's perspective. Imagine knowing that your parents are abusing you, and having no one to confide in because even if you told your sister how you'd felt she'd take her parents side and say "it's your fault, why don't you just try behaving better?"
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In the comics themselves Blackfire's intense rivalry with Starfire is really her attempt to "earn" back the love of her parents by making up for the disability she was born with.
It's also sort of ironic - many disabled children (physical, intellectual, mental etc) often continue pushing themselves to achieve their parents dreams- whether it's sports, academics, work, etc - as a way to garner attention or praise or love or "make up" for being a burden/disabled until they collapse in some way - mental health crisis, irreversible body damage, etc.
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Blackfire becomes violent, obsessed with strength, because her parents have taught her that there is something wrong with her that she needs up to make up for her inherent weakness by being strong. Blackfire is who she is in reaction to an inherently Ableist society that demonizes her for her disability, and parents who punish her and a sister who (cluelessly) joins in on that.
It's a good golden child and scapegoat dynamic because as awful as Blackfire is as an adult, she didn't have to become that way. She was pointlessly scapegoated as a child, pushed, pushed, and pushed because apparently it was just too hard for her parents to love a disabled child. It's also probably one that a lot of readers don't understand because it's a little hard to swallow the idea that some parents will just treat children as subhuman for having some disability, but then be perfectly capable of loving their abled children.
What makes it such a great one though is that it eventually breaks free from assigning Starfire the hero role, and Blackfire the villain role. One thing I hate about most "Good sibling vs Bad sibling" conflicts is that they'll make the bad sibling the one who got abused. Like, wow the abused sibling that didn't get any outside help is angry and violent... no duh.
As the comic goes on they break out of their roles because Blackfire becomes a much deeper character than she initially was. She's no longer just a power hungry dictator trying to grab a throne that wasn't hers out of jealousy, she eventually wins the throne of Tamaran because she is a better ruler than either Starfire or either of her parents. We learn that the reason she's so motivated isn't because she came out of the womb a little hater, but a genuine patriot.
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She's violent and ruthless not because she has to be, but because she genuinely believes it is the only way to accomplish her goals of a better Tamaran. It is really the extreme end of what her parents did to her as children. Blackfire became violent, volatile, and determined because she wanted to earn back the love from her parents. Blackfire decides she has to be strong, cold and a killer because she has to work hard to earn the love of her planet.
Her backstory all ties into these goals, and through that we can see why Blackfire treats Starfire that way. It's not just that Blackfire is jealous of Starfire, but also that Blackfire represses her need for love. Her parents never loved her, so why would Starfire? She spent her entire childhood trying to earn that love and never got it, so she tried to deny that she ever wanted love in the first place.
Blackfire is actively killing off the part of her that desires love from people, that wants a family, because she believes it will make her lose sight of her goals. If that means she ends up turning against her family and fighting Starfire, well, oh well then she never had a family in the first place.
However, she's never completely able to get rid of her desire for familial love which is why she has this weird obsession with Starfire in the first place. Starfire's basically the only one who tried to love Blackfire and have a connection with her, even if Blackfire didn't reciprocate. Which is why Blackfire is simultaneously always trying to put Starfire down, but at the same time she can't let go of Starfire either. I think Blackfire desires that relationship with her sister too, but one it's hard not to be jealous when you see your more abled sibling receiving the love and care you want, and number two Starfire has consistently all their lives sided with Blackfire's abusers over her.
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Which is why instead of the sibling relationship they both want, which is to just be normal sisters and equals they're constantly forced to fight against each other. Neither of them actually wants this, it's their parents, it's outside circumstances, and it's their own inability to overcome their emotional flaws that makes them constantly fight. Which is just sad because Starfire has no connection with her younger brother, and her parents are just as ready to sell her out as they were Blackfire so the only person in her biological family who loves her is Blackfire... albeit in a twisted way.
They both miss out on the chance to have a close connection with a person who they grew up with, and will understand a lot of their lives especially because Blackfire and Starfire are actually pretty similiar (the same person in two different fonts) because neither of them can get over this conflict.
It's tragic. They miss out on the chance for a loving sibling relationship that they both want because they can't overcome the cycle of abuse that started with their parents.
Anyway, if you want a show that dissects the golden child and scapegoat dynamic between the two of them better you can watch Season 3 of the HBOMAX TItans Adaptation. Their Starfire and Blackfire are fantastic and the season actually shows the two of them reconciling.
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yulin-pop · 1 year
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↛ ❀ 2023 Kickoff
Neige Leblanche
“ This plushie looks like you. “ | “It’s so ugly though.”
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“Im sorry to drag you out here like this…” Neige laughed as he adjusted his hat downward. Under his mask, he was grinning. You glanced at him momentarily and shrugged.
“You don’t have to worry. I wanted to get away for once. Even if it’s with you.” You bitterly said. Despite the unruly words, he sparkled and embraced you.
“You’re so nice even if you don’t act like it!”
“Hey! Your hat is gonna slip!”
“You really do care.”
After you got him off of you, you bashfully looked around the mall you’ve never even been to before. “So what exactly are you looking for?”
“I want to find more cloth styles! Apparently some people are getting bored of my usual things so I thought I’d switch it up.” He brightly said. You looked him up and down and sighed.
You saw one store and immediately grabbed his hand to pull him along. It was hard to find something that looked bad on a pretty boy like him. He had that princess face— he would definitely look good with even women’s clothes!
You didn’t want to admit that, of course.
The bags began to actually weigh both of you down at some point. You suggested you go back and drop off the tons of bags of clothes he got today.
This boy is loaded and isn’t afraid to spend it.
You thought as you loaded all of it up into the car. Your arms ached majorly. You carried the equal amount of bags but somehow he had a fair amount of arm strength.
You went back in for a snack and sat down with a pretzel in your hand, a coffee in your other. You quickly gobbled it down as you’ve been worn out by running around carrying those bags for your prince boyfriend. You noticed his quiet giggle as he covered his smile with the palm of his hand.
You stared at him with a soft gaze he didn’t even notice. His happy face was something to behold. All you could do was stare and fall into a trance. But you noticed he pulled his mask down. You brought your hand out and pushed up the mask he wore to cover his face. He turned his head with wide eyes.
“Don’t forget you’re a celebrity. You know you’ll be chased down by all those girls for hours if they recognize you.” You quickly said.
He stared a little longer and smiled. You didn’t need to see his full face to know. He laughed and stood up again.
“I want to buy you something! What store do you want to go to?” He confidently stated. You pulled on his arm and shook your head.
“I don’t need anything. Didn’t we come for you to begin with?”
He didn’t listen to a single word you said as he looked around and pointed at an interesting store. “This one?”
“Neige!!”
Though he ushered you into the store and you got a good look at what type of store it is.
“This is a stuffed animal store…”
“Yes! Isn’t it charming?” He asked you. “One of my fans bought me a plushie from here and it was seriously just adorable.”
Am I jealous over that? No way it’s just a fan…
The walls were pink and well lit, very pastel everywhere. There were a lot of little kids wondering around with their parents chasing after them.
You were a bit surprised at this sudden change in air. Neige politely took your hand and led you around. The plushies were popular with children and a funny detail you noticed was the ones of the lower shelves were completely sold out. It seemed Neige made the same observation and you two giggled with each other.
“This frog is funny looking…” You use your other hand to pick it up and spin it around.
A small chuckle draws you attention back to Neige. He comes closer and shows you an odd creature in a banana costume.
“ This plushie looks like you. “ Neige cheered with pure adoration in his eyes. You glanced at the plush then glance at him.
“It’s so ugly though.”
You quickly slapped your hand over your mouth and Neige audibly gasped. The wave of absolute guilt washes over you.
“N-n-n-no I didn’t mean it like that!”
He nodded his head but his eyes were slowly beginning to water.
“I mean it’s ugly but in a cute way. The plushie is really cute but the somewhat less “aww” type cute but more like “ahaha” type cute!!” You tried to console him.
Before you could speak again, you noticed a small girl behind Neige. She wiped her face with her sleeve with her other hand pointing at you and Neige as her father tried to comfort her.
“We can just order it online, okay?”
“N-no! I wanna have matching dolls with Reyna!” The girl cried to her dad. He glanced over at you two and pat her head.
Neige checked the tag of the plushie and realized it was one part of a matching set. You two shared a look and you gently approached the girl with the plushie in your hand.
“Hi, did you want this?” You got down around her level. She continued to sob and nodded. You smiled at her and held it forward. “You can match with Reyna now! It’s all yours.”
Instantly, her expression changed from miserable to shock. She took it into her hands, you could tell in her eyes how happy she really was.
“I’ll pay!” Neige said gallantly. The father disagreed but Neige insisted without even hearing our the father. “Say, what’s your name?”
“Amoy…”
“Well, Amoy, maybe we could even get accessories for your new stuffie?”
Just as expected Neige was great with kids.
The girl walked away with her father, in absolute bliss. They both thanked you two a lot and you were happy. The plushie seemed like the world to her.
“Maybe it was less about what it was but just for Reyna… Maybe she just wanted to match with her.” Neige thought aloud.
“She must really like her.”
You looked at each other again and he made a face of realization. “I still need to buy you a plushie!”
He turned around but you grabbed his arm. “It’s fine. Just buy me food instead.”
“That’s not romantic at all!”
You shook your head and pulled him towards the exit, “Doesn’t matter to me. It’ll make me happier than a stuffed animal.”
(He ended up delivering a huge bear plushie to your house and a flower bouquet.)
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Okay but what if Ed and Stede occasionally have guests at their little inn that are not safe to be openly gay around, and the first time this happens they convince themselves they can just pretend to be friends, that'll be easy!! But every time they look at each other they just can't stop themselves from getting all lovey or pushing each other into a closet to fuck. They get caught and threatened, so they just kill that guy, of course.
"But," Ed says, "thats no way to run a good business."
They can't make a habit of killing every rich guy who visits just because they don't like gay people. They'd never get any stuffy rich guests that way, and while they're certainly not the only rich people, they also don't want to limit their market that way.
So, the next time a rich fucker comes to visit they decide pretending to be friends doesn't work, so instead they'll just have to have one of them dress as a woman. Stede offers, saying Ed already had to learn the high society rules for men and this is a lot of information in a short time before their guest arrives, so it'll probably be easier if Stede does it, he'll know how to act like these people expect women to act. Ed agrees, of course, but the second he sees Stede in the pretty dress (and right after having sex with Stede about it because damn he looks good in that dress) Ed finds himself daydreaming about wearing it himself. He'd make a pretty lady, too, wouldnt he?
So once this guy leaves with a promise that he'll tell all his buddies to come and visit, too, Ed turns to Stede and goes "can I be the lady next time? I want to try to the dress."
Stede eagerly agrees, now that Ed has seen the way to be a fancy high society lady it should be easy for him to repeat the process, and besides, it means Stede (who has begun to make his own clothes) can make Ed a custom fit dress for the occassion that suits him even better, and Stede always loves to take on a fun new project!
When the time rolls around and Ed is dressed up for their next guest (and after Stede has fucked Ed thoroughly about it because HE looks hot as hell in his dress), Stede starts fussing over the dress.
"It would look nicer if you tied it like this-"
"Fuck off, I like the way I tied it."
"I'm just saying you could-"
"I could, but I don't want to," Ed snips, smacking Stede's hands away with the fancy little fan he made for himself.
"Its just it would really look nice if-"
Ed frowns, then it dawns on him.
"You're just jealous that I get to be the pretty one this time!"
Stede blushes "Pft. No! Besides, you were plenty pretty last time, too."
"Yeah, but you miss wearing the dress and having all the fancy frills and extra lace."
"...maybe. Only a little bit."
"Well I'm the girl this time, you promised!"
"Yes, of course, I know! Thats fine, of course-"
"But maybe we can take turns? You know, both get an equal number of chances to be frilly and shit."
Stede grins.
"I'd like that."
And so every time they have one of those guests, and even sometimes when they don't, they switch up who gets to wear the pretty dresses, and Stede gets busy making plenty more options for them both. Ed, in the meantime, has taken up the hobby of making a variety of accessories. Fans, bows, hair pieces. They both get incredibly talented at various updos that work for each of their hair types.
One time, when a familiar face is visiting, one who doesn't mind seeing two men in love, they decide its the perfect time for them both to dress up for the weekend, and they have a truly lovely time both getting to be fancy and frilly together for a weekend in their fancy dresses. Their guests don't question it.
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Dating Indiana Jones SFW + NSFW headcanons...
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He's stubborn. God he's so freaking stubborn.
He doesn't make it easy dating him; you worry about his safety, worry about his adventures... It can be hard but it's worth it for when he's home safe in your arms albeit a little banged up.
He's pretty hot-headed, again he's stubborn, so that causes frequent arguments that are usually resolved with rough, hair pulling, skin biting sex.
He sometimes isn't the best at communicating, finds it difficult to let you in on how he's really feeling but it's a work in progress. He does actively try to communicate though can sometimes forget as humans do.
It takes him a while to be able to work up the courage to tell you that he loves you. It's you that says it first actually since Indy can't get the words out.
"I love you too, you dork."
Going to his lectures and the teenage girls are all jealous because they want to date him - he is bloody handsome after all.
At first, he's cold and distant but as soon as you break down those walls, he's soft and familiar and... he quickly becomes 'home' for you.
After a long adventure all he wants to do is come home to you. He wants tenderness and soft touches and whispers of 'I love you's under the sheets and that's exactly what you give him.
You take care of him just as much as he takes care of you. You'll tend to his various wounds, massage his aching back, play with his hair until he's asleep and he'll run you a bath after a long day, cook you dinner and hold you until you're asleep.
You're good for him; you remind him to take care of himself, to drink a pint of water after every 3 cups of coffee and to get some sleep every once in a while.
He works hard all the time, sometimes he just can't stop, it's you that helps him to come down from that high.
He's still very much a History Professor so he'll ask you to grade papers with him just so the pair of you can sleep at a reasonable hour.
If you're wondering about whether he uses the whip? Oh yeah.
Indiana's spontaneous. He'll show up at your work and whisk you away to a nice place for lunch or he'll tell you on Friday morning that he'll pick you up and take you to the airport straight after work for a weekend getaway in another city.
When he goes away on an adventure, he'll always bring you a gift back, just something small but you always appreciate that he's thought about you.
Passionate kisses when he returns home, kisses where you don't come up for air until your lungs are burning.
After an argument or after a stressful day, he needs to take his pent up frustrations out on something... You. He'll fuck you hard and rough, slapping your ass, hand around your neck, pulling your hair and nipping at your skin.
He'll fuck you anywhere he can. He doesn't care if it's risky or if people might hear... If he needs you, he needs you now.
He can be quite jealous. He trusts you but he doesn't trust other people. If he sees someone lingering around you, he'll let you deal with it but if they continue to pester, he'll intervene by wrapping a tight arm around your waist and asking if he can help.
Jealous Indy = possessive Indy
He absolutely will fuck you senseless telling you that you're his the whole way through. He has a breeding kink too definitely.
He's not all rough though.
He will 'make love' to you, slow, intense, passionate sex where you can't stop kissing and you can't stop telling each other that you love the other.
You love when he wears his glasses and has his shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbow. You don't know what it is about him looking like that but hot damn. He'll walk around absentmindedly reading a book, glasses on and sleeves rolled up and he pretends he doesn't know exactly what he's doing to you the cocky little shit.
He likes gifting you books and writing beautiful inscriptions in them to you.
Whenever he publishes a new book, the dedication is always to you. Always.
He loves your hips. Loves when you wear tight clothing to show off your hips, stomach and ass. He's an ass man 100%.
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nogenderbee · 1 year
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Someone asks if you're single during MMJ stream
TagList: @qwnelisa - come get your charming idol~
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⊱ More More Jump had their practice stream today and you decided to watch them and maybe help them when you could
⊱ you were catched on camera only once, when Minori tripped and you rushed to help her get up and make sure that she's alright
⊱ it's when you were helping your girlfriend, Haruka noticed specific question in the chat
"Hey YN, someone asks if you're single in the chat..."
⊱ when you heard that question, you kissed your girlfriends forehead as a sign that you're happily taken
"No! I'm happy with my clumsy girlfriend!"
"YN!!!!!"
⊱ that's when Minori couldn't hold back and just hold you tightly because of how awesome lover you were to her
⊱ till the end of the stream, your girlfriend always found a way to hold hands or cuddle with you. In the end maybe she was a little jealous?
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⊱ More More Jump had one of those 'pick an outfit for ...' stream today and they just happen to pick outfit for Haruka so you were supposed to be surprise guest that also gets to pick outfit for her
⊱ when it was your time to present, the chat went wild but Airi still managed to catch one question
"Hey, Haruka. Take a look at this!"
" 'Is YN single?' Oh, I'm sorry but they're not... They're actually my partner."
⊱ expect lots of edits with both of you
⊱ you only agreed on this and continued your presentation but you could sense that since this, there was something off with your girlfriend
⊱ after you finished your presentation she initiated handholding way more often than before during the stream
⊱ luckily for all of you, your outfit won! So you were happy from your win, and your girlfriend was happy that she could wear something YOU picked for her
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⊱ More More Jump invited you to help on their cooking stream since extra pair of hands always is useful and you didn't mind helping!
⊱ you were mostly passing ingredients and showed on camera only once, when you passed girls wet cloth so they can clean their hands
⊱ that's when Shizuku saw stream char go wild, which Airi of course couldn't ignore
"Oh, I think our fans like YN! That's so sweet of them!"
"Really? Let me see! ...'Are they single?' Nope! They're already taken by me!"
⊱ her words may sound nice but her voice sounded a little... angry?
⊱ and later on she even kissed you on camera as proof of her words
⊱ and from that moment, every time camera catched you, Airi always used the opportunity and kissed you on camera so no one else will get idea that you're single
⊱ so it's obvious that chat called her out on being jealous over you
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⊱ More More Jump had calm game stream on which they just played some board games and they decided to invite you as a special guest so you can have fun with them
⊱ the moment you showed on camera tho, everyone talked about you in chat so it's not a surprise that with that much attention someone asked about your relationship status
⊱ it was Airi who noticed little message in the chat who was someone annoyed
" 'Is YN single?' Ah... of course we start with relationship status question..."
⊱ Shizuku on the other hand, didn't mind it at all, she thought about it as a question meant for her
"No! YN and I are happy couple! But they ARE cute, right guys?"
⊱ she was so happy about that question that she even kissed you on camera possibly showering you with them if someone won't stop her
⊱ she didn't acted any different for the rest of the stream, she really acted like it was casual question but... maybe it is for her? I mean... she IS pretty
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Chapter Five
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CW: Drug use
Kim felt so awkward sitting in the car as Billy drove off from Addi’s house. Her tongue licked over her teeth, trying to will herself to ask him anything.
She hated herself. She wanted to be closer to him yet far, far away at the same time. She glanced at the side of his face and looked away again.
He was truly unbothered as he drove and smoked. She listened to his music, trying to pretend that she was far away from here. She didn’t know why he had acted like they had to leave that instant. She had walked there without his help and didn’t understand why she would need to get back home with his help.
“Where did you get your swimming suit from?” He asked at last. She figured he had been working on asking her that, waiting until Addi was gone so he could question her. She shrugged feeling bashful.
“From the mall. It’s just a swimming suit.” She pleaded her case as he looked over at her, through his sunglasses. He laughed.
“You know my dad wouldn’t say that. He’d say a lot worse if he knew about it.” He told her what she already knew. She sighed.
“Well, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?” She smiled at him, but he just stared at her blankly.
“I’m getting tired of holding your secrets, you know.” He puffed his smoke out the window as the houses raced past them. She didn’t like to admit how much she enjoyed it when he went fast. Not quite at this moment, however, she was still feeling a bit ill from the three large brownies she had devoured.
“It’s not a secret. He just doesn’t need to know.” She defended herself. He was right though; she really didn’t trust him to be her secret keeper. She still wasn’t sure how much she could trust him, or if she could at all.
“Right and when he does eventually find out are you going to tell him you got it for the rich Harrington boy?” He mocked playfully and she felt herself growing irritated that he wouldn’t just drop the conversation. It was a bikini, loads of girls her age wore them.
“I didn’t wear it for Steve. I didn’t even know he was going to be there. God, you’re so annoying.” She huffed as she crossed her arms, not realizing what she had just admitted.
“Who?” She turned to face him again at the sudden question. She raised her eyebrows and waited for him to continue, “If you didn’t wear it for Steve then who did you wear it for?”
Shit, shit, shit, shit.
She blanched as she raked her mind for an excuse. She couldn't tell him that she had worn it for him, that she wanted to see just how crazy she drove him as well. She was too embarrassed to ever admit that.
“Who? Myself. I don’t need a guy to look at me like that.” She snapped back at him, hoping he would buy the answer. He turned to look at her for a moment and she glanced away to the road. She couldn’t let him know what she was thinking.
“Right. So, what are you going to ask this dude out or just keep staring at him like a creep?” She frowned.
“Like those moms that stare at you? Are you mad you have some competition?” She challenged, watching as he scrunched his nose while he smiled.
“Are you jealous or something? I don’t have any competition. I think you’re the only one that’s into Pretty Boy.” She knew he was wrong. She still heard the way girls talked about him. Not to mention she was pretty sure he had a girlfriend anyways.
Robin.
“Okay, yes, I bought some nice clothes at the beginning of the summer to impress him. Not that it matters because I didn’t wear it for him. He has a girlfriend anyways.” She added, clearly sounding defeated at the end of her sentence. Billy was silent for a moment before looking at her.
“Hey, I’m sorry. I’m just looking after you. In any case, he’s an idiot. You’re a lot better looking than any of the girls he’s ever been with.” Kim felt her face ignite as he complimented her. She convinced herself he was just being nice and wasn’t suggesting anything else.
Yet, Kim felt her heart pounding against her chest as she looked at him. He had clearly been watching her at the pool and they had stared each other down pretty hard if she admitted it. She took a breath of confidence.
“Did you think I looked pretty?” She crossed her right leg over her left one as she turned to face him, batting her eyelashes in his direction. She was just trying to annoy him the way he annoyed her, she promised herself.
His cigarette almost slipped from his lips as he looked at her, surprised by her sudden boldness, she was sure. He hastily threw it out the window, cleared his throat and put both hands on the wheel as he stared forward out the front window.
“Uh yeah, yeah you do.” He snagged his bottom lip between his teeth as he drove. She faltered for a moment as focused on how he said she does look pretty, not that she did. She watched as his hands tightened around the wheel, his fingers beginning to turn white as he gripped it so hard.
“I like feeling pretty," She leaned against the dashboard, testing her boundaries as her arms pressed against her chest and heightened her cleavage just a bit. His blue eyes slowly grazed over her body before turning back to the road. She watched as he shifted in his seat, trying to examine his body language the same way he seemed to know hers, “So can you please not tell Neil? So, I can continue to look pretty?” She pleaded softly. She figured she’d never wear the bikini again, but maybe she would.
“Yeah, yeah I guess.” He muttered, hitting on the gas a little harder. Kim lurched forward and adjusted in her seat to keep from flying against the dashboard. She shot him a glare as she sat back in her seat.
“What’s your issue with Steve anyways?” She watched him curiously. He turned to her; annoyance written across his face.
“He’s a dick.” Was all he said as he turned fast on the familiar street corner. A small squeal left her mouth as she pressed into the side of the door. Her heart hammered in her chest as he pulled onto the side of the street. 
He was out of the car quicker than she was able to unbuckle her seat belt. She reached for her pool bag, pulling it on her lap and making sure the best of her things was in order before she got out.
“You coming?” Her head snapped hard to the side when she watched him open the door for her. He’d never done that before.
She swung her long legs out and nodded at him. She rose from the seat, standing up straight and meeting his gaze. She moved out of the way as he closed the door, her back leaning back against the car door as he trapped her, standing inches away from there.
She felt her pulse begin to quicken, every breath she took pressed her chest up against his. He only stood a few inches taller than her but, in this position, it felt like he towered over her. She felt like she was a prey who had just been trapped by their predator, ready to be devoured.
“Hi.” She squeaked out watching the grin form on his lips. His fingertips traced along the side of her shorts as he watched her. She felt her breath hitch as she looked at him curiously, wondering what he was thinking. She couldn’t imagine what others would think if they saw the two of them standing this close together.
“Hi,” He grinned down at her, “You swear you didn’t wear that for Pretty Boy?” She wasn’t sure how to answer him, instead focusing on how his fingers felt like they were burning through her clothes and lighting her skin aflame. 
“No, I didn’t even know Steve was going to be there.” She didn’t understand why he kept asking her the same question or why he was standing so close to her with his hands on her hips. She was facing a moral dilemma as the line between them kept getting smaller and smaller.
Billy’s large hands began to rub circles through her shirt as a grin began to form against his lips. She looked away from his eyes, instead focusing on the necklace that dangled down his chest. Her heart was racing, she didn’t see Neil’s vehicle but that didn’t mean that he was gone. She didn’t know what either of them would do if someone saw them this close.
“So, who’d you wear it for? Don’t bullshit me, I know that’s not the type of clothing you wear.” He said simply, his eyes raking over her face. Kim felt flustered and knew it wasn’t from the hot summer sun beating down on the side of her face. The golden light hit Billy’s tan skin perfectly, showing off his freckles and tanned skin. He looked like one of the romantic heroes in the books that she would binge, and she hated to think of him in that way.
Kim looked at him, afraid of how she would answer him. She didn’t want to lie but there was no way she could tell him the truth. If she told him that she had worn that little bikini for him then he would know that he had some sort of hold on her. She could already imagine his disgusted expression and the way he would never let that die.
“I wanted to be noticed,” She spoke up after a moment, watching his soft eyes. She had never known someone to hold eye contact so intensely before, “Guys don’t notice me and I thought maybe this would help.” It wasn’t the exact truth, but it was as best as she could do. She couldn’t read the expression on his face as she leaned back against his car, ignoring how the blue paint was scalding from the sun.
“You’re going to give people the wrong idea,” He spoke after a moment, and she watched how his lips moved when he spoke. She had never noticed how annoyingly white and straight his teeth were, “Especially guys. They’ll just take advantage of you. They won’t even fuck you right, they’ll be too focused on their own pleasure. You deserve better than that.”
She thought she might have a heart attack with the way her heart was beating inside her chest. He was confusing her so badly that she didn’t know what to think. She couldn’t understand why he’d touch her like this and then slyly add comments that made her overthink the meaning.
Sure, she could brush it off as him being a protective older brother. They never had that relationship before. He had never cared about her existence other than to bicker about her needing to get her own license and to occasionally ask to copy off of her homework.
“What did you mean when you said if I needed help all I need to do is ask?” She asked so softly that she almost didn’t hear herself speak at all. A grin rose on his face as he began to pull away from her.
“I guess you’ll have to ask to find out,” By now he was standing a few feet away from her, yet she still remained squished against his car, “You’re watching Max and her friend tonight. I have a date.”
A date?
She felt her head spin around as she lurched off of his car and followed him up the steps into the house. She tried to keep up with his pace as she raced up the steps, ignoring how the cool, cold air from the AC felt nice against her sweaty skin.
“You have a date?” Her mouth felt like there was cotton in it as he turned to look at her, not looking the least bit upset. 
“Yeah, it’s Friday. I’m not going to sit around here all night and babysit.” He replied as he walked down the hall to his room. Kim stood in the same spot, fuming.
How was it even fair for him to have any right to tell her that no guy deserved her, when it was so easy for him to run off with whichever girl, he found interesting at the moment. She was sure, had she put in the effort at the pool, that she could’ve made some plans with Steve. Or even any other guy that was there at the pool.
She had options. There was someone out there that was interested in her.
“I’m not babysitting!” She yelled after Billy as he slammed his door shut. She didn’t even have to leave the pool with him, he made her. He dragged her all the way back to the house just so she could watch Max. She didn’t even know that Neil and her mom would be gone tonight, although she should’ve known better.
“It’s not babysitting,” Max spoke up from her room, peeking her head out. She looked very annoyed, “I have a friend over and we all know you have no plans anyways.” Max shrugged, looking too smug as she shut her door again. Kim groaned in frustration, stomping all the way to her room before launching herself on her bed. She pulled a pink pillow to her chest, resisting the urge to cry.
She blamed it on all the different emotions she’d been feeling and on the slight possibility that she may be starting her period soon. She didn’t want to admit that Billy had some kind of control over her. She wouldn’t sink that low.
She rolled over on her back, praying that this would be what she needed to tell her mind to fuck off and stop giving her such vivid and dirty images about him. She sighed, feeling an odd trembling sensation building in her stomach and spreading down her legs and arms. She brushed it off as anger.
She looked up when she saw her younger, fiery sister and her quiet friend standing in the doorway. She could remember when her mother told her she’d be having a baby sister and had felt so over the moon. She absolutely loved baby dolls at that age. She’d do their hair, dress them up, and have tea parties with them. And she was finally going to have her own little baby doll to play with.
Wrong.
From the moment Max was brought home she hated to be messed with. Kim was only three at the time, but learned fast that her and her sister were two completely different bodies. Max loved to skateboard, to play sports and get dirty. Kim preferred to spend her time in the library, reading and working on art projects.
Max’s friend, El, was more than enthusiastic to have her play with her hair and paint her nails. It wasn’t that Max didn’t enjoy it, but it was only when she wanted to do it. El always sat so still and patient while she let Kim figure out different ways to design her short hair.
“Yes?” She questioned watching as the two of them stared at her. She felt an odd sensation that she needed to giggle rising in her stomach, so she swallowed that down.
“Are you going to order us pizza?” Max asked as El nudged her. Kim raised her eyebrow and waited, “Could you pretty please order us pizza?” Max tried again, placing a wide smile across her lips.
“Since you asked so nicely,” Kim stood up, feeling wobbly on her feet as she walked towards them. She stopped to squeeze her sister's soft face, “Awe we’re gonna have a girl's night!” She exclaimed, all of her angry emotions from a few moments ago were gone. El giggled and moved out of her way, while Max groaned and rubbed her now red face.
Kim kept blinking as she walked towards the wall phone, feeling her eyes beginning to squint. She pulled off the piece of paper that her mother had left, the number to the pizza place printed clearly in her pretty handwriting.
She thought about how good a piece of greasy pizza would taste right now, the melty cheese and hot sauce dripping on her tongue. It took all of her willpower not to moan.
Kim got halfway through punching in the numbers, when she had to hang up and attempt it again. This time she only got three numbers in before she forgot which one, she was at. She kept squinting, her eyes burning as she stared at the numbers.
She attempted again, this time dropping the phone before she could finish putting in the first two numbers. She laughed, sliding down the wall as she thought about how klutzy she was.
Max peeked over the couch, looking at her with wide blue eyes. El had a sloppy grin on her face, holding her hand up so she could whisper something to Max. Kim couldn’t help the giggles that poured out of her, now. Everything was becoming too much for her.
“I can’t put in the number,” She waved the paper around her head, motioning to Max, “I don’t think I can stand up either.” She replied seriously before feeling the urge to laugh again.
She was beginning to wonder if those brownies weren’t just regular brownies.
“My sister would not-” She heard Max say as she turned from El and looked back at Kim. She took in Kim’s appearance before cursing. El looked just as amused as Kim felt and the both of them burst into a fit of giggles as they looked at each other.
Kim wasn’t sure what was so funny but laughing just felt like the right thing to do. For the first time in her life, she felt so relaxed and carefree. She began pressing her fingertips together, admiring the tingling feeling that was shooting through them.
“Uh,” Max stood up from the couch, staring down at her older sister looking very unsure of herself, “Stay right here.” She muttered before walking down the hall. El leaned over the couch, crossing her arms as she looked at the older girl.
“You wanna hear a joke?” She asked, looking mischievous. Kim nodded eagerly watching the younger girl think about her joke before speaking.
“What did Cinderella say when she got to the ball?” El asked, glancing around to make sure no one else was around. Kim felt her eyebrow furrow as she leaned forward on her palms and shook her head.
“She gagged.” It took a moment of realization before Kim was lying on the ground, clutching her stomach as she fought through her giggles. She couldn’t stop laughing against the cold floor, her insides aching as she laid her palms against her stomach to calm herself. She turned on her back, trying to relax as she opened her eyes to see Billy and Max peering down at her.
She snorted as another fit bubbled up, realizing they were wearing the same expression as they watched her. She could still hear El giggling, though it was fainter now as Billy had come into the room.
“Are you high?” He asked her very seriously. He looked different upside down, she realized. However, she could still tell by the way the front of his hair was messy that he had been in the process of curling it.
“Were you grooming yourself?” She sassed back, watching as irritation began to replace his concerned look. She could tell Max was trying not to laugh as she looked away from her sister.
“What the hell did you do?” He repeated again as he squatted down and tried to get her into a sitting position. She groaned, lightly pressing her hand against his chest and staying limp so she could keep resting on the floor.
“I’m comfortable here, thank you very much.” She responded as she rested her back against the floor, liking how cold it felt against her skin.
“It’s probably dirty down there.” Max spoke up. Kim glanced over at El before laughing again, thinking about how funny her joke had been. Billy gripped both of her shoulders, heaving her up hard so she was sitting up in front of him. A gasp left her mouth and she grinned, reached out to pat his hardened jaw before she could stop herself.
“My hero, thank you for saving me from the dirty floor.” She added playfully, not even caring what anyone thought. She could tell he was exasperated as he gripped onto her shoulders to keep her from lying back down. Max crouched down next to him, looking at her concerned.
Kim thought about how the two were so similar yet hated each other so much.
“What did you take?” Billy asked again, looking less friendly this time. Kim tried to force her eyes wider apart to look at him, but found they were too far squinted to do it. She shrugged, nonchalant.
“Come on, we won't tell mom or dad.” Max pleaded, still looking concerned. Kim felt her resolve breaking.
“A brownie.” She said simply, knowing this was all ridiculous. They were overreacting. She was fine. Max turned to look at her older brother.
“Why would a brownie make her do this?” She asked, not quite understanding. Kim thought she looked adorable being so confused. She really wanted to squeeze her cheeks again but resisted doing so.
“You brat. How much did you take?” Billy snapped, obviously knowing what she meant by a brownie. He ignored Max’s gaze and continued to stare at Kim. She felt the same way she did when she had been thinking about chowing down on a slice of pizza. A moan was bubbling in her stomach and electricity pulsed through her body as the way he called her a brat bounced around in her head.
“Jonathan gets brownies sometimes; they have weed in them.” El whispered the last part to Max, and Max turned to her sister horrified. She was sure Max didn’t think she’d ever do something like that.
She counted on her fingers for a moment.
“Just three brownies, okay? They were just brownies. I didn’t taste any weed in them, at all.” Her words were becoming more sluggish and felt odd coming off of her tongue. It was like it was taking more effort for her to speak.
Billy’s blue eyes widened as he stared at her, at a loss for words as he took in the girl in front of her. Kim wiggled her eyebrows.
“Can we get pizza or what?” She asked looking at the three people who kept staring at her, “I could really eat some right now.” She added, watching as Billy examined her.
“Go sit on the couch, I’ll order it before I leave. I’m serious, I have better things to do than sit here watching the three of you all night.” He huffed out, letting her go and standing up. Kim looked at Max, watching as the younger girl was now sporting an amused expression.
“Yeah, yeah.” Kim responded but continued to sit on the floor, feeling like she didn’t have the ability to walk to the couch. She watched as Max headed back to El and began deciding which movie they were going to watch.
Kim stretched her legs out, her hands in her lap as she watched Billy order the food. She stared up the side of his body, taking in how muscular he really was. For the first time she didn’t feel bad about her thoughts towards him, instead, she felt like welcoming them.
He shot her a look as he hung up the phone, his foot pushing the side of her calf gently. She watched as her foot rolled to the side before sitting up again. She grinned up at him.
“I thought I told you to go to the couch?” He asked irritably. She stretched her arms out in the air, holding them over her head.
“My legs won’t work.” She said simply, grinning like a fool as he realized what he wanted to do. She figured it wouldn’t work and she would just end up crawling her way across the floor until she reached the seats. She watched him pinch the bridge of his nose and sigh very loudly.
She was starting to put her arms down when he crouched down near her again, an arm holding onto her back and under her thighs. She squealed, pleased as she carried her towards the couch. 
She laid against his chest, taking in his warmth as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She was careful to make sure she didn’t pull on his hair as she did so.
“You look nice.” She muttered, still smiling. He really did too. His jeans fit him nice and his shirt, like always, had one too many buttons undone.
“Shut up.” He grumbled back before stopping at the couch, waiting a moment for the two younger girls to scoot out of the way before plopping her down. A loud shriek left Kim’s mouth as she laughed in delight, enjoying the drop down a bit too much.
Billy just huffed before he stomped out of the room. Kim listened to his door slam shut and gave the two girls a playful look.
“Did I say something wrong?” El giggled, resting her arms against Kim’s legs as she stretched out on the couch. Even Max was grinning now.
“Why would you take that many? You know if mom and dad were home, you’d be in so much trouble.” Kim knew Max was right, but she just waved the young girl off, too high to care about what could have happened. She rested back against the arm of the chair, thinking about how good a slice of pizza would taste right now. She wondered when it would get here.
Kim listened as the two began discussing different subjects, boys, music, comics, and more boys. She cracked a grin a few times, never interrupting, just glad that her sister had found a place here.
“Did you find a movie yet?” Billy walked out of his room briskly. Kim tried to follow his footsteps to the front door with her eyes, but found the movement was too much. She listened as he opened the door.
That awoke her. She felt herself sitting up, breathing in the steamy smell of greasy pizza as he carried the two boxes to the living room. Throwing a stack of napkins and paper plates down.
“You got soda, didn’t you?” Max asked and Kim hoped the question was yes. She would do anything to taste and feel the sweet carbonation traveling down her body. Billy sighed before grabbing it off the counter. 
Kim didn’t wait for anyone else before she made her plate. She held up the slice, looking in awe at how the cheese was perfectly browned and the crust was golden. She lifted it up to her tongue, moaning as she bit into it and let the garlicky sauce lick at her taste buds.
She opened her eyes to see Billy staring at her, his jaw slack as he held a slice of pizza between the box and his plate. She chewed thoroughly, raising her eyebrow.
“I thought you had a date, and you were absolutely not canceling it?” She mocked as she finished her slice, she was sure this was the best meal she had ever had. El and Max grinned next to her, a small whisper of not having to hear happy screams was heard.
Billy stood up straight as he stared her down, then looked at the other two.
“Not like any of you left me a choice. I’m not leaving Hopper’s daughter alone with someone who's high off her ass. I’m not going down for that.” He defended. He walked towards Kim and began to sit down next to her. She scooted over closer to El, trying not to get squashed by him in the process. She could hear Max protest as she moved.
No one really stayed in the living room, at least not when Neil was around. Apparently, they needed a bigger couch for when he was gone. 
“Sure.” She drew the syllables as she looked at him, “You just know you didn’t want to miss out on this awesome night.” She concluded as she began her second slice of pizza and reached for the soda.
Max gripped the 2 liter in her hand tightly, “How about I pour it for you?” Kim nodded happily, watching as her sister worked. She passed the drink to her, which Kim accepted with glee.
“Did you decide on a movie then?” Billy asked dryly, his elbow hitting Kim’s ribs as he adjusted in his seat. She jolted as he hit right where she was ticklish. She shot him a glare, pinned between him and El. 
El shifted as Max scooted down to grab the remote, pressing play, “Nightmare on Elm Street is up first.” Kim groaned as she heard the title, knowing how much Max loved scary movies. She was completely opposite, hating the way the nightmares attacked her later.
“It’s so scary.” She whined as she swallowed the rest of her complaint down with soda. Yeah, yeah that was good, she decided. Max and El gave her an incredulous look.
“It’s not that scary.” Max spoke up and shook her red hair. Kim knew she wouldn’t win as she turned to look at Billy, their shoulders pressed together. He shifted again, his shoulder toppling over hers as his hand lingered dangerously close to her thigh. She stared, imagining how it would look as he squeezed her thigh.
“Don’t look at me. She’s right.” Billy shrugged as he continued eating. Kim sighed playfully, accepting the fact that she would have nightmares tonight. She tucked into the couch, hiding behind his shoulder.
“Fine, but you guys better not complain when I crawl into bed with you tonight.” She muttered, licking the grease off the side of her thumb. She turned her eyes to see Billy watching her, an unreadable expression on his face, “Who were you supposed to see tonight?” She asked, trying to be coy. He raised his eyebrow as he watched her.
“Does it matter? The date isn’t happening.” She wanted to say that it served him right for making her leave the pool early but resisted the urge to do so. She knew it would do nothing but irritate him more. There was something nice about him joining them to watch a movie.
She quieted down when it finally started, not wanting to annoy the two girls as it played. Max gave them all a temporary relief when she stood up to turn the light off. Paranoia crawled up Kim as she kept glancing over her arm to look behind her every time the scary music started to play.
“You’ve got to stop,” Max whined when she turned to face her again, “You’re gonna freak us out.” She huffed, moving to the floor and pulling El down with her.
“I told you it’s scary!” Kim defended herself, no longer finding everything hilarious. She kept jumping, moving closer to Billy as every little thing frightened her. She began to scoot away, freeing up some space between them when she fell for another jump scare. She was practically in his lap as she held onto his waist, a shrill shriek threatening to spill out.
She listened to him chuckle, feeling his chest move as he did so. She spared a glance at him as she curled against his side, thankful for his arm that moved around her. She felt a lot safer here, under his protective arm.
“You really are a scaredy cat, Mayfield.” She cursed him as she laid there, pulling a blanket over her legs so no demons would grab ahold of her feet.
Or Max. Max tended to do that a lot. She shivered as she thought about how Max went through a phase of hiding in dark spots in her room with a white sheet over her head.
She clutched him closer as another scary part appeared, curling her legs up to her chest. She tried to focus on the movie, instead of the way his fingers were tracing designs onto her back. She wondered how he was warm all the time, when she always felt so cold. 
She had never sat in such a position with him before and wondered if it was just him being nice, actually concerned that she would do something dumb, or if there was another reason he was holding onto her. Her eyes were beginning to close as she drifted off, Billy being the only thing to cross her thoughts.
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She didn’t know how late it was, but felt her comforter being placed over her as she could see the darkness engulfing her room. She fluttered her eyes, still dazed and sleepy as she adjusted her head on her pillow.
She turned to her back, noticing him pulling away like he was going to leave. She reached out, taking his hand softly. It was so dark she couldn’t see his face or expression, but she knew it was Billy. Her voice faltered as she thought about asking him to turn on her night light, images from the movie flickering in her mind.
“Stay,” She spoke softly, sleep threatening to take over as she kept blinking her eyes to stay focused on him, “Please.” She spoke even more gently, for even in the dark she could sense his hesitation. 
He sighed as he slid into bed next to her, making her bed shift completely as he got comfortable. In the back of her mind, she could feel laughter growing as she thought of Billy, all macho, covered in her green and pink flowery sheets.
Billy muttered something under his breath, but she was too far gone to listen to what he was saying. Her eyes closed as she moved closer to him, not close enough to touch, just seeking his warmth as she felt herself departing into a deep sleep.
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tomtenadia · 1 year
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Dress me up
Hello all,
here I am with another Rowaelin based on the foilowing prompt:
Rowaelin son, age 5/6/7 or so sees his big sister wearing a pretty dress and nail polish and asks dad if he could look pretty too??? and Rowan paints his nails
@rowaelinprompts
I have been eying that prompt for ages and today inspiration finally struck. it was fun to write and I hope I did it justice.
As usual I am bad at titles so apologies for that.
1.7k words
No warning, just pure undiluted Rowaelin fluff with their kids and Rowan being the most amazing dad that all the in the universe deserve.
Enjoy
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Rowan loved weekends. He had a Monday to Friday corporate job, while his wife Aelin was a surgeon and could not always have that luxury. Those two days at home gave him the opportunity to spend time with his kids. Maya was fifteen and growing way to fast for his taste. Freyja was eight and a little tornado. Thomas was the youngest at five and now he and Aelin were expecting another child. Having a big family had been their dream from the start. Their friends called them crazy but they did not care. They had desired a house full of laughter, screams and in perpetual chaos. Adjusting the work balance to an ever growing family had taken some adjustments but in the end they had made it work and the kids were thriving.
Rowan was in the kitchen tidying up after lunch, Freyja at his side helping him placing crockery in the dishwasher which he then had to reshuffle. She just loved to dump things randomly so then he had to move everything again according to his very highly tested stacking plan. Truth was, he did not care. Having his daughter’s company was precious to him.
“All done!” Freyja had raised her arms in celebration.
He chuckled and closed the door “yes, my love, now, do you want to press the button?”
“Yes!” Freyja pressed the button that her dad had indicated and sat down in front of the machine that had a glass window allowing them to see inside.
“Wash!”
Rowan lifted his daughter in his arms “let’s go and see what your sister and brother are doing.”
They walked to Thomas’ room and found it empty until laughter reached them from the room at the end of the corridor “let’s go and see what they are up to.”
Maya’s room was chaos. It looked as if his daughter’s room had suffered a wardrobe explosion. 
“Did you have a fight with the closet?”
Freya squirmed in his arms and he let her go and his younger daughter ran to her sister’s bed and started trying on clothes that were far too big for her. Thomas in the meantime was sitting on the carpet and stared at his two sisters in fascination. He was a very quiet boy and Aelin kept telling him that he was a little Rowan.
“Mum did tell you that I am going to Aidan’s birthday party later on, right?”
“Yes Maya, she did and I know that auntie Elide is picking you up.”
Maya sat frustrated on the bed after throwing another dress on the floor “I look horrible in every dress.”
Rowan sighed. He and Aelin were getting used to a teenager daughter and all the drama that came attached with it. Luckily their circle of friends was more or less in the same situation so they had been exchanging tips on how to deal with angry, stressed and frustrated teenagers.
“There is this girl from my class that I really like and I just want to look nice but…” a loud groan left Maya’s lungs.
His eldest was all Aelin. Fierce and hot tempered just like her mother. Six months before, Maya had gone to her mother and confessed she thought she was interested in both girls and boys. She hadn’t said anything to him because she was afraid to disappoint him, but when Aelin told him he had gone and spoke to Maya offering all of his support. His daughter happiness was all that mattered. He had only told her that no matter whether she brought home a woman or a man, he was still playing jealous dad because she was and would always be his princess.
Rowan walked to the bed and picked a nice green dress “what about this one? It matches your eyes.” Maya was his clone. Same silver hair and same pine green eyes. The other two were a mix of both parents’ traits.
“What do you think kids? Does Maya look nice in this one?”
Freyja and Thomas approved loudly and Maya smiled.
“Fine, family approval. I guess I can try this on.”
While Maya disappeared to get changed, Freyja had sneaked in the open wardrobe and started taking out all of her sister’s remaining dresses and when Rowan turned he saw her with a red wig that her sister had used for Samhain a few years back.
“Looking good Freya.”
The girl giggled and in that instant Maya came back and Rowan turned to her. The dress suited her perfectly and hugged her in the right places without being too sensual. She looked beautiful and a part of him ached at the idea that her daughter would start to date soon and he was not ready to see her going through all of the heartache in the process. Not everyone was as lucky as he and Aelin had been. Not everyone got to marry their best friend and soulmate.
“Baby, you are stunning and I hope that girl will see it too.”
“You are so pretty,” added Freyja hugging her sister at knee level.
“Tom, what do you think?”
“I like green.”
“Well, you have the family approval and I am sure mum would agree too. I just texted her.”
Maya started to get ready and Freyja kept playing with her sister’s clothes. Rowan then noticed Thomas trying to wear a nice blue dress.
“It’s too big, Tom.”
“But I like it.” Hurt thick in his voice.
Freya looked at her brother and disappeared away, probably to her room. When she came back she was carrying her little suitcase which was full of a lot of her princess dresses and accessories.
Thomas looked at his sister with joy and the two young ones started rummaging in the suitcase.
“We can have a parade.” Added Maya, looking at her siblings with delight.
Maya helped Freyja and Rowan sat on the floor and he and Thomas went through the clothes until the boy settled on a nice sparkly princess dress.
Thomas’ gaze then landed on Freyja wearing a tiara and then Maya painting her nails “Dada, I want to look pretty too.” He added, while pointing at his sisters.
Freyja walked to her brother and placed her tiara on his head and the boy smiled.
“Do you want to paint your nails too? Like your sister?”
The boy squealed in delight and ran to Maya who at the question had sat down on the floor and took out her box with nail polish “which one do you want?”
Thomas looked at his father and Rowan nodded “you have a light blue dress, do you want blue nail polish too?”
“Green.”
“Green it is.”
Maya was about to start painting her brother’s nails but Rowan stopped her “I got this, finish getting ready. The little ones and I will get ready for our party tonight with mum.”
“Yes. Can we party with mum?”
“She is coming home soon, we need to get ready for her.”
Rowan sat on the bed and asked Thomas to kneel and place his hand on his thigh “now you need to sit still.”
One by one he painted all the nails and then Maya showed him how to blow on them to dry faster.
In the meantime, Freyja had finished dressing up and was wearing one of her favourite Disney princess costume, her sister’s red wig a set of bright yellow sunglasses and a plastic sword in her hands. It was the weirdest combination but he and Aelin had always allowed the children to express themselves freely.
“Dad, am I pretty too?”
“Absolutely dashing, my love.”
The girl preened just like her mother would do.
Once Thomas’s nail were dry he just started jumping around happy “I am pretty.”
He took a picture of all of them when Freyja walked to him and pulled his hand for attention “dada, you need to look pretty too.”
“Do I?”
“Yes,” Freyja gave him wide grin showing her missing tooth. He sat back down on the floor and Freyja placed a bright pink boa feather scarf around his neck, Thomas gave him another of the many tiaras and Freyja then added a pair of big clip on earrings.
“Dada, you are pretty too now.”
Rowan stood and walked to the mirror and laughed.
In that instant Aelin’s voice reached them all and the two wee ones started screaming in happiness.
“Slowly, we will parade down the stairs and surprise mum.”
Freyja was the first one out of the room and Thomas followed holding her hand.
“Dad, you look dashing too. Does mum know she married a pretty princess?”
Rowan grinned and flicked his long hair and adjusted his tiara “Maya, your mum is the warrior who slays dragons for me.”
They both laughed and then Rowan offered his arms to his daughter “let’s go.”
Together they reached the living room where Thomas and Freyja were parading in front of Aelin who was sitting on the sofa.
Rowan saw her face restrain a laughter as soon as she spotted her husband and his current attire.
“You make a good princess, dear husband.”
“We had the best stylists.” Added Maya with pride.
Aelin looked at her daughter with love “you are beautiful, my love.” She then placed her hands on her hips “now I am the boring one and we can’t have this.”She disappeared upstairs and came back ten minutes later among laughter from the rest of the family. She was wearing her koala pyjama a green wig and a sword attached to her hip “Baby and I went for comfort.”
“This definitely deserves a photo.”
Rowan went to grab the camera and set it on a timer and ran back. He took a spot beside Aelin, his arms sneaking around her waist while the other landed on her baby bump. Maya was at her mum’s other side. Aelin had a hand on her sword, Freyja was in front of her and had her own wielded and in an attack pose. Thomas’s face was morphed in a grimace and pretended to be a monster scaring his sister.
Rowan went to retrieve the camera and together they looked at the photo “well, no one can say that we don’t know how to have fun.”
“Buzzard, we are the Whitethorn-Galathynius, we are awesome.”
The kids roared their approval and the party began.
The photo became a permanent fixture on top of their mantlepiece framed in the sparkliest frame Freyja could find.
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harlowtales · 9 months
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Reader x Jack have a fight that has reader thinking they are making a mistake getting married ⚠️drama/smut/sweet❤️
You and Jack were doing better than ever. Ayesha hadn’t been a problem for a long time. You were busy making preparations for the wedding to happen in a few months. You got busy tending to every detail down to the fonts for the invitations. The guest list was small considering who Jack was. A lot of family and High School friends topped the list. Your family was small, and the celebrity roster was pretty amazing. Drake, Bryson, Tyler Herro, Pete Davidson, Druski, and others had already confirmed they were coming.
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Then there was the engagement party. That was a whole other thing….
“Tell me why da fuk you’re inviting your ex?” Jack fumed one morning as you both were brushing your teeth.
“Because you invited like 6 of yours” you said spitting out a froth of toothpaste and smiling at him. “Keep at it and I’ll invite 2 more.”
“Don’t get fucking cheeky with me.” Jack said frowning “You know we’re all just friends.” He said following you into the bedroom.
“So am I fucking my ex?” You challenged looking up at him.
“No…but….” Jack stuttered
“But what?” You waited for him to say something
“So let’s make a rule. No exes at the engagement party or the wedding.” Jack decided
“Yeah ok.” You said rolling your eyes and walking into the girl’s room to put away laundry. Jack loved that you were a hands on mom. It was kind of turning him on a bit watching you with your hair tied with sweatpants on bending and putting clothes in the drawers but he was happily choosing violence at the moment. This was the regular part of his life he craved. You gave him that. Making the girl’s lunches, picking them up from preschool. You were the apple of his eye.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me.” Jack said getting in your face now.
“You know what Jackman?” You stopped now and faced him. “I want you to want to not invite a whole fleet of women I don’t get along with. Not uninviting them so I don’t invite my ex. You’re being childish.”
“Childish?” Jack repeated angrily “Childish!” He said again as if trying to make sense of the accusation.
“Childish.” You affirmed carrying an empty basket to the laundry room.
“Fuck this I’m going to the basement.” He said, which was where he tended to go when he was stressed out.
“Yeah start shit and run away.” You said in no mood
“Ok. You know why I invited them?” He asked you
“Cuz you’re such a loyal little boy who can’t say no to your day ones.” You said mockingly “Did any of your day ones push out those big heads like yours?” You asked him looking out at the girls running around in the yard with the nanny. “It’s so disrespectful on so many levels. It almost made me…” You stopped, not wanting to hurt him.
“Say it.” He said glaring at you with his arms folded
“Nothing.” You said sitting down in the laundry room and looking out the window at the girls. Sometimes you weren’t happy and Jack knew that. The long weeks away from home and girls everywhere all over him all the time. Jack really loved his fans and you didn’t want to look jealous when you were the envy of the world.
“Maybe we’re making a mistake.” You said wringing your hands.
Jack was silent. He wasn’t quite expecting you to say that. He knew things weren’t perfect but he thought what he had with you was rock solid. So much so he thought inviting the old crew wouldn’t be such an issue. He would never knowingly disrespect you, but he didn’t ask you how you felt about seeing all the girls that made things so hard in the beginning.
He slammed the door to the laundry room and left you there. For the first time in a long time you felt totally alone. Even dinner was quiet. You said not a word to him and just talked to the kids. He brooded looking at his plate and periodically making nice with everyone but you could tell it was taking an effort from him. He looked depressed, and for the first time you didn’t really care. You weren’t going to compete with those girls anymore.
Washing up after you put the girls to bed he wandered into the kitchen. You pretended he wasn’t there and kept washing. Suddenly you felt his arms around your waist and he engulfed you in a warm embrace, nestling his face into your neck. You reached back and played with his hair while the tap was still running. You were struck by his emotions and didn’t say anything. The two of you just stood there in silence.
He turned off the running water and hoisted you up on the kitchen counter and started kissing you while feeling up your dress. He pushed aside your underwear and began feeling for some evidence that you wanted him. That you needed him, because he needed you desperately. The idea that you thought about throwing it all away sometimes scared him. You straddled him with your legs and held his head close to your chest, to your heart.
Let’s go upstairs” he whispered passionately
PART 2
The minute you got into the room Jack closed the door and motioned for you to be quiet. If the kids woke up make up sex wasn’t happening. He went into the bathroom and started drawing a bath for both of you. He added bubbles and got it nice and hot the way you like it. When it was just right he peeled his tank top off, then underwear, then sweatpants. Each item tossed to the side. He was in all his glory now looking at you to undress. You slipped out of your sundress and panties and started kissing and caressing his chest as he towered over you. Your tongues locked and you sucked his bottom lip. A sign you wanted him badly. He dimmed the lights and lit some candles around the tub.
“Alexa play Jodeci” Jack said and “Forever my lady” came on. You put your hair up getting ready to step into the tub. Jack dipped under the water and came up with his long curls hanging wet. He kissed on your neck as he pulled you into the perfect place leaning on his chest as steam rose up from the huge soaker tub he had custom made for his 6”3 frame. He wrapped his legs around you and started sponging you down. As he squeezed water from the sponge it cascaded down your breasts. You put your head back in submission to his will. He took some passionfruit scented body wash and massaged your breasts and body with the lovely aroma filling the air with the steam.
You felt him rising into you back. He moved you away a little for you to turn around. You went down under the water and took him into your mouth. He put his head back and moaned as quietly as he could, but it was difficult to hold in his pleasure and his desire for you. He never wanted to fight with you to the point where you ignored him like that again. That hurt him more than you screaming and yelling. He knew you had to be deeply hurt to pretend he didn’t exist because he knew he was your whole world.
When you came up soaking wet and looking sexy, he couldn’t hold anything in anymore. He bent you over the side of the tub and entered you ramming from behind then drawing you close to his chest skin to skin clutching your breasts and continuing to thrust as you both became enveloped in heat. You moaned in sweet agony as he covered your mouth and drove harder. Your screams went into the palms of his hands.
“We are one.” He said in your ear in a low raspy growl, grinding into you deeper.
“Uughhh!!” You managed to say muffled by his hand still ensuring only he heard your cries. He sat back into the tub taking you down with him.
You sat onto his hard cock and rode him backwards going up and down on him fast. Steam continued to fill the room as the two of you created a whirlwind in the water. “I’m cumming Jack…..” You said faintly as he wrapped his muscular arms around you while you released all the tension you were feeling. He felt you squeeze around him and knew you had reached heights of ecstasy.
He sat you up and out of the tub on the edge and entered you with his tongue sucking your clit aggressively. You held his head in agony and breathed “Jack. I….I can’t….please”
He put you onto his shoulders with you straddling his face, continuing to eat you with no mercy as he you slid off his shoulders facing him now. He looked into your soul through your eyes as he often did. You couldn’t read the storm you saw in his eyes. He was so intense holding you in his gaze. He put his forehead to yours and your breathing became one breath.
“Promise me we’ll never be like that again” he said in between breaths.
“I promise” you nodded eagerly on the verge of tears
“I can’t do any of this without you. I WONT do any of this without you.” He insisted “Everything I do is for us.”
You settled back onto him gathering yourself after that swirl of desire in the tub. He helped you relax and enjoy the calm of the water, the calm of him.
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silverlaw getting steamy while fighting..
Terry had gotten mad at Johnny over a situation in a bar, jealous that he was supposedly flirting with another man. Johnny, stubborn as always, refused to give in to Terry’s antics. Terry continued to scold him about it and Johnny got tired of it, he had enough of hearing Terry’s accusations.
Terry continued dragging on, “-and he should know you’re taken, I bought you that ring for a reason.”
“You talk too much.” Johnny scoffed, already moving on to putting away something in a closet. He heard Terry go silent, which usually meant he was angry.
“What?”
“It wasn’t that serious, Terry.” Johnny shut the closet door, turned, and was met with Terry glaring right at him.
“It was, Johnny. I don’t like people touching what’s mine.”
Johnny knows that Terry means it. He likes the thrill of riling Terry up though. Terry takes a step closer.
“Just let it be. It’s stupid, Terry.” And that’s the nail in the coffin. Terry tugs Johnny in by the waist and kisses him, leading him to the bed. He pushes him down and starts stripping off his clothes.
Then, Terry has Johnny riding him, grasping at Terry’s hair, gasping for air.
“I- I’m sorry, fuck! ‘M sorry. Didn’t mean it!”
“Yeah? You were so confident earlier that you could talk back like that.” Terry presses his ring, snake shaped, into Johnny’s arm, and it leaves a little indent that’ll last for a few hours if he presses hard enough. Johnny hisses at the cold feeling but continues bouncing, whining out little mutters of, “sorry, sorry, sorry!”
By the end of the night Johnny is left with a few snake indents on his body, a litter of hickeys, and bruises from Terry’s hands. He couldn’t have thought of a better conflict resolution.
(Their fighting is really just foreplay at that point)
YESSSS ANON
Johnny is used to people (cough Kreese) being possessive over him. He likes it in some ways, but hey, he likes to flirt too. It’s fun to watch guys dicks get hard just by watching him do something as simple as sucking on a straw.
But he wasn't flirting this time. It was just some girl he knew in high school who thought dropping weirdly lovey-dovey notes in his locker would get her somewhere even when he was dating Ali, which was just funny to Johnny. He wasn’t the nicest, he admits—at least Silver likes that.
She meant nothing, really, so why was Terry acting like that?
This isn’t the last time it happens at all. Actually, the next time it happens, it might have been purposeful.
Because there Freddy was, the nice guy he liked to intentionally piss off and enjoy the way he looked, ready to hold him down and fuck him numb. Those days were fun, teasing Freddy and his group when the cobras weren't around. He liked the looks on their faces when he said something slap-worthy, how they clearly wanted to "put him in his place", on his knees, on his back, on their laps. He had to flirt with him.
He remembers Freddy calling him pretty boy, that handsome face smiling with dimples, and the feeling of a heavy hand patting his shoulder. He’s sure he would have told his friends if Johnny had given it up, or maybe he wouldn't have. He seemed…gentlemanly, but Johnny's never known a good man. He wonders what life would’ve been like if he had chosen a guy like that….Silver would hate the way he’s thinking; he's so damn paranoid sometimes and hellbent on keeping him all to himself. Johnny is loyal, something he’s always prided himself on; he’d never leave his husband—not after all his promises, not after seeing the way he looks when he’s just waking up, not after seeing his tears shine in the bathroom light. Feeling his shoulders shake after waking up for the third time that night from nightmares.
He's possessive too anyway; sometimes he feels like knocking someone's teeth out seeing the way people look at Terry, as if there isn't a ring on his finger. But they're each other's; Terry always likes to say, "You belong to me," but Johnny knows Terry belongs to him too, he could raise hell if Terry ever left him.
He loves him, and he loves the way he handles him. He’d kiss that ring 100 times and ask for more marks.
And Silver knows how to fuck him right, hits that spot and presses those long fingers down in his tongue, promising darkly to cum all over it and paint pretty pink with white. Makes him feel weak in the best way.
He’s brought up Johnny getting a tattoo "Right here," rubbing a thumb right above Johnnys ass before pressing it into his back dimple. "My name in cursive, so everyone knows you’re mine."
Johnny shuddered, chuckling. "Only if you get a big one of mine on your back."
"Gladly. So we have an agreement. I’ll make us appointments."
"What?—"
Johnny’s never gotten a tattoo; he never had the money. He has scratch tats of the cobras' initials, faded to almost nothing, on his shoulder. (Silver always leaves the most marks there)
It was his idea, and the others were too afraid of the needle to do it. He was allowed to at least scribble a "J" on Dutch’s bicep. He wonders when they’ll call again.
He wondered out loud after a hard day. He’d been talked down to, like usual, multiple times by people who believed he really was just a dumb blond. Sure, he played up the act a lot, which gets him out of a lot of situations to play pretty and stupid. But Is he actually just stupid?
"I wouldn’t marry a stupid person."
Johnny huffed, a headache forming. "But you’re all about books and history, and I'm—"
"Darling, you're a brat and play dumb, but you're anything but. The dumbest people think they’re smart; they’re the easiest to strike down. There are more pretentious people who think they’re intelligent than there are dull people who know they’re dull."
He’s played the game enough to know that.
"Thanks, babe…" Johnny sighed, pulling away to grab his phone and check it, his heart aching with nostalgia. The cobras used to tell him something similar. Jimmy was a smart guy, but he never made Johnny feel lesser. "I tried to message my old buddies the other day."
Silver stiffened, not looking at him. "And how did that go?"
"I don’t think they like me anymore."
Maybe that has something to do with Terry, because the cobras still love Johnny and are worried because they can’t get in contact. Silver has seen a few photos of those boys all huddled around Johnny like fucking worshippers. Silver didn’t like the proximity and hands on what was his, so he made it just a little harder for them to get in contact. crucify him.
It’s not like they couldn’t find him if they tried hard enough…So, is it really his fault for their neglect? He doesn’t think so, that’s for sure.
He doesn’t regret it at all when he has Johnny turning to lay on his side and smiling so sweetly at him from under his gold lashes, telling him, "I’m glad I have you."
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ASOIAF American highschool AU bc I want them to suffer
-Jon is that guy you see in the hall all the time and he’s super cute but then you talk to him and he’s just. The most pretentious asshole you’ve ever met. He’s better than you bc he takes AP classes btw. And he’s on the basketball team but he’s brooding so he barely has any friends
-Dany is a little FREAK ugh I love her. She’s a GSA officer and wears weird clothes and cat ears to school and everyone makes fun of her but she’s the nicest person ever. Very passionate ab her special interests. super smart too like no one can say that she isn’t top of class
-Sansa is the nice popular religious girl who likes to make cookies for people. She’s like condescending nice though and is sweet to the losers mostly out of pity. Obsessed with Loras in a comphet way to cover her real crush on Margaery. She is on the swim team and loves to run the student council like the navy
-Arya is on the soccer and basketball team. Slightly to weird to be popular but too cool to be a loser. Kind of disruptive in class but it’s okay bc she’s funny. Definition of a low maintenance girl. Cuts her hair short and likes the way she looks in a sports bra and baggy clothes but has yet to find out what non-binary is
-Robb Homecoming King football captain you get the gist. Sincerely nice and is the one jock who’s on good terms with literally everyone in his classes. Tries his best to defend Jon (it is so hard) Has dated around but his most intense relationship is with his drug dealer burnout bestie Theon. They get jealous when the other starts dating a girl (both of them have yet to find out what bisexualism is)
-Joffrey is a grade A bitchass. He’s on the soccer or lacrosse team only because Cersei bribed the coach. No one really likes him but they hang around him anyway because he has a sick ass house and his moms hot. Thinks he’s smarter than he actually is, maintains a C- average
-Bran is that freshman you only see in khaki shorts and graphic t-shirts about bugs or some shit. Completely lives in his own world (autism slay!) and has trouble interacting with other kids. Besties with Meera and Jojen tho who just get him. Reads big ass philosophy books in his spare time
-Aegon is Dany’s cooler cousin. He’s way more popular than Jon and the two have a one sided rivalry that Jon made up in his head. Pretty nice to other people but he thinks he is such hot shit. His superiority complex is kinda crazy
-Theon graduated last year but still hangs around campus. Goes to Robb’s football games and sells drugs under the stands. “Where’s my hug at” guy. Drives a beat up Honda civic that’s on its last legs. Has multiple misdemeanors on his record. Robb thinks he can fix him
-Loras is Robb’s teammate who’s also mister popular. Already has a scholarship to a D1 school and is every teachers favorite (he takes advantage of this to skip class). Smart but doesn’t really try that hard in class. A classic DL gay guy who is in a situationship with grad student Renly after lying about his age on grindr
-Davos is everyone’s favorite History or English teacher. Gets invested in the students wellbeing. Gay kids LOVE him, he never can have a lunch period to himself those kids who are looking for a father figure are always eating lunch in his classroom. Has a loving wife and kids but is down bad for the eternally suffering Vice Principal Stannis
-Robert is the football coach and in most American schools you have to be a teacher to be a coach so he probably teaches health or sex Ed or some shit. Half asses his classes so he can go over film with his football players instead. You can hear him yelling from across campus. He is so loud
-Stannis is the vice principal who absolutely no one likes except Davos. Even the teachers don’t respect him. Has wanted to be principal for years but keeps getting fucked over by administration. Wants to move to a different school district so he can get a pay raise but the sexy Spanish teacher Mel is trying to convince him to blackmail the school board instead
-Tywin the principal. Used to be a AP US history or AP economics teacher but then discovered that he hated kids so he bullied and bribed his way into the principal position. Kids run when they hear him in the hallway with his walkie talkie crackling and his keys jangling. Lets Joffrey get away with everything bc he’s the principals grandson
-Cersei as the head of the school board. Always shoveling funds to her kids school instead of any of the other ones in the school district. Probably is in some sort of tax evasion or bribery scandal that Tywin is trying to cover up. Number one passive aggressive hater on Facebook
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