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astonmartinii · 1 year

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hi, i was wondering if you could do one of y/n dating carlos but people start realizing she flirting with charles in the comments, at the beginning in a very discreet way, but after a while she and carlos break up and when the new season starts she’s with charles

all is fair in love and war | charles leclerc instagram au

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

y/n is happy in her relationship with carlos but all that time in the ferrari garage might have her eye wandering

(obvs no intentions to demonise anyone, this is a work of fiction and purely for entertainment purposes)

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yourusername: no one i'd rather play mermaids with than you two xx

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yourbff1 always the best time with you guys <3

yourbff2 platonic soulmates for real

carlossainz55 my pretty lady

yourusername thank you baby

charles_leclerc i thought i was your baby ?

yourusername just cause you act like a baby doesn't make you mine x

user5 what is going on here lol

user12 not them flirting under her own boyfriend's comment i can't

user34 god i wish i was her

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carlossainz55: let's go spa - the second half of the season is a go!

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scuderiaferrari let's go smooth operator

yourusername good luck baby

charles_leclerc where's my good luck

yourusername i'm literally sat with you right now

user33 the hair routine is a need not a want

user19 charles and y/n once again flirting in the comments - am i the only one who finds it weird?

uer13 i mean a bit? but also like the comments are clearly jokes

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charles_leclerc: monza ready 🇮🇹

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pierregasly you clean up well calmar

yourusername part time driver, full time model

charles_leclerc you'd know all about being a model

user48 i know there's weird vibes with carlos and y/n but like as far as we know they're still together so ^^^ that is still weird

user20 call me a bad person but i want charles and y/n to get togetehr

user1 no cause their vibes have always seemed much more suited than hers and carlos

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yourusername: the only man i'll ever need is mauricio (even if his hair has ruined 50% of my wardrobe)

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user47 this caption... something is off

user60 carlos hasn't liked either and he just posted on his story so he's been active on the app

charles_leclerc but does mauricio have a boat?

yourusername you got him there

user8 okay but like at this point does she just come with the ferrari seat?

user3 tbf i wish i could be with both carlos and charles

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carlossainz55: time well spent with family ❤️

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user44 okay i'm going full conspiracy mode, but y/n has always visited carlos' family with him and the fact she's not been seen at a race since she was left at the airport... i think they've broken up

user11 noooo they were my faves but i think you might be right :(

scuderiaferrari can't wait to see them back in the garage

landonorris where was my invite?

user2 y/n rn^

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f1wagsupdates: charles and y/n y/ln seen together in abu dhabi - this comes just weeks after her and carlos' break up... do we think that all those flirty comments mean they did actually cheat?

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user35 they defo cheated but it's also charles so like i'd also be tempted

yourusername people can just be friends you know

user45 so true !! also like carlos has already been spotted with a new girl multiple times all the way back to when he left her at the airport, but for some reason he's the victim ???

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yourusername: despite popular belief i am a single woman

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charles_leclerc doesn't have to be for long

pierregasly man, you're playing a dangerous game

yourusername maybe we like a bit of danger

user32 yep i'm officially on the charles and y/n train

user10 i know we've said they're probably just joking but i genuinely hope they get together, they seem like they're good for each other

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carlossainz55: no better way to do winter break

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user13 they're so so cute

user55 omg maybe carlos might actually have a girlfriend who doesn't constantly flirt with his teammate

user30 the way that she's still be demonised for harmless comments when he was seen with isa way before carlos and y/n broke up and got with her officially within a week of the breakup

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charles_leclerc: all is fair in love and war

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user56 HOLY SHIT

user21 AHHHHHHHHHHHH

yourusername i'd fight this war all over again to end up with you

user48 I KNEW THEY WOULD BE CUTE

user88 okay now i don't feel so bad for rooting for them

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f1wagsupdates: though controversial in the way it came about, i for one love this relationship - what do you guys think?

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user11 carlos did this and way sooner so i am defo a fan of this relationship

user49 they slay i don't care what anyone says

user2 i love it and she's a smart queen cause she doesn't even need to buy any more new merchandise

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yourusername: made the super long journey to the garage next door

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user31 she's so so pretty

charles_leclerc thank you for making such selfless sacrifices

yourusername good thing you're worth it

user41 i need to meet her

user10 the shady hand covering the other one

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user46 SLAY CHARLES

yourusername pretty boy with a pretty trophy - i'm so so proud of you xx

charles_leclerc you're much prettier than my trophy baby

user90 parents

carlossainz55 happy for both of you

charles_leclerc thanks bro

yourusername it was unorthodox but we're both happy now and that's all that matters

note" hope you enjoyed, this ended up so much longer than expected but i had a lot of fun writing this !! my asks are still open for any other requests xx

#f1 instagram au #f1 x you #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #carlos sainz f1 #charles leclerc #charles leclerc instagram au #charles leclerc instagram edit #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine

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unreliablesnake · 6 months

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I want you, but… [Ghost x reader (platonic)]

Summary: Ghost doesn’t like to see you date someone else. But when he has the chance to get what he wants, his common sense wins.

Note: We’re all sad bitches in this house (that’s me, I’m the sad bitch) so no happy ending. Ghost, I love you, but you’re an idiot. / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button.

Part 2

Ghost usually isn’t the jealous type, but with you it takes very little to lose his cool. You’ve never been together, he knew he had no right to be mad at guys who flirted with you, he had no right to be angry with you for letting them, but it still happened sometimes.

One of the new doctors at base who treated your wound was really nice to you. Ghost was there, he volunteered to escort you to sick bay, making sure you didn’t collapse on the way, and when he saw the way the doc was looking at you, the kind, humorous way he was talking to you, he immediately knew what this was all about.

You didn’t seem to mind the attention, in fact you encouraged him by keeping up the playful conversation despite being in pain. Ghost took a hesitant step forward, planning to ask how you were, if he could bring you something, anything that could break the spell you were under, but he changed his mind last minute. He should keep his distance, he had no right to stand in the way.

He had been more irritated lately as he had been before. Johnny’s usual jokes simply went over his head, he didn’t even feel like being around others. You and that doctor got pretty close, pretty fast, and there was nothing he could do to stop this relationship from blooming.

Ghost picked up women for one night only, trying to forget you at least until he was fucking someone else, but all he could think about was you. Your smile, your laugh, your stupid sense of humor. He missed you, especially when you were both back home and there was no way for him to reach you.

All he could do was stalk you on social media. You barely posted photos of yourself, but when he saw a picture of you and–based on the size of the hand–a man clinking glasses at a bar probably, his heart sank. You were happy with someone else, feeling so confident about the relationship that you were ready to share it with your family and friends.

But then he checked the caption. “Sometimes ‘let’s stay friends’ isn’t an empty promise.”

He sat up in bed and reread the sentence. Did this mean you broke up? Hope filled his heart at the thought, even though he wasn’t sure how this could help him. He was your superior, the two of you getting together would cause a scandal for sure. Price wouldn’t be happy, the others might begin to believe he would play favorites with you, so everything pointed in the direction that you could never be together.

A few weeks later you were back on a mission together, and Ghost didn’t really know what to do. He was nervous around you, always carefully thinking about what to say before opening his mouth.

One evening Soap pulled out a bottle of booze from his bag, inviting the core team for a drink to relax a little. That one bottle turned into two, then three, the number growing because you were having fun together and apparently everyone brought something to drink just in case.

“So what’s with you and that doctor?” Gaz asked out of nowhere, almost causing the lieutenant to choke on his drink.

His eyes were glued to you, and your eyes traveled from one person to another until they locked with his amber ones. “It didn’t work out,” you admitted before turning to Gaz again. “Also, he’s going back to a civilian hospital. Less stress, he said. But I’m not sad or anything.”

“He doesn’t know what he’s missing out on,” Soap noted casually as he raised his glass.

Around one in the morning Price told everyone to go to sleep, saying they all needed some rest to sober up. While Price, Soap and Gaz left, you stayed behind with Ghost, your hands folded behind your back as you watched him with an anxious smile. The lieutenant didn’t really know what to say to you, so he decided to remain silent.

Even though he turned his back to you, he could still feel your gaze on him. “What is it?” he asked when he turned around to face you.

You inhaled then exhaled slowly in an attempt to calm yourself. But then you took a hesitant step towards him and said, “Are you happy that I broke up with him?”

“Why would I be happy?”

“You liked the photo I posted weeks ago. You know, the one about let’s stay friends. Also, there’s another thing,” you began, but you stopped talking. Ghost raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue. “Peter told me something that made me think. He said you were giving him death glares ever since he first talked to me in your presence after I got hurt on the field.”

Fuck, he had noticed. It’s not like he tried to hide it, but he sure wasn’t expecting the doctor to pay so much attention to him. What was he supposed to say? That yeah, well, I’m sorry, but he wasn’t good enough for you? In the end he let out a long sigh and put a hand on the back of his neck.

“I hope he didn’t break up with you because of that,” he noted quietly.

You raised an eyebrow at this in question. “What makes you think he was the one who broke up with me? Maybe it was me who let him go.”

“Did you?” You nodded. “Why?”

“Maybe there’s a big, scary guy I would rather spend my time with,” you replied with a playful smile.

Ghost wanted to kiss you so badly it hurt, but he kept his urges under control. When he stepped a little closer to you, you did the same, and eventually you closed the gap between you. He reached out to push a stray strand of hair behind your ear, watching as your breath caught in your throat from surprise.

After gulping loudly, you reached out to take his hand. “Was he right? Do you like me, lieutenant?”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m your higher-up, it wouldn’t work anyway. Go to sleep,” he told you, even though this was killing him.

He could see the signs. He could pinpoint the exact moment your heart shattered into pieces because of his response. Biting on your lower lip to stop yourself from crying, you nodded and left him standing there, making him hate himself more than ever before.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #mw2 #call of duty #modern warfare #the whole dating the doctor thing might come from me having a stupid crush on the doctor who treats my wound

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sh0tanzz · 1 month

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Hiii💞 i wonder how they act when they have a crush 👀 cant wait for delulu Wonbin 🤣

RIIZE WHEN CRUSHING~ based on their birth charts

Authors Note: Im really scared I made this wayyy too long but enjoy everyone LOL

Shotaro

Stalks your socials once he gets them, but not in a creepy way ! Just to see the person you are outside of the settings he usually sees you in 😭. Tries to find out a lot about you..sometimes it’d -feel- likes he’s probing but it comes from a good place I swear. Would become your friend or at least well acquainted with you pretty fast and would be more forward with his interest. Super charming and would be pretty bold; would make a crazy amount of eye contact with you to where you can’t help but become flustered. Wouldn’t be too afraid of skinship tbsh.

Eunseok

You probably would barely know he liked you until you realize him bothering you was him having an excuse to be around you without raising suspicion; the fact every time you turn around he’s just..there 😭 even if he’s in the midst of hanging out/conversing with others he manages to be in the same place as you. Affectionate at the most random times like if you stubbed your toe he’d laugh at you till he cried but if you were upset about something so simple he’d be so empathetic. Would come at you with a mixture of teasing you whilst also trying to seduce you at the same time ???

Sungchan

Straightens his back and tries to stand out whenever you’re around. Oh you have a bag that’s hard to carry ? Isn’t it sooo crazy that he, Sungchan can carry it for you without breaking a sweat. Will ask for your input and opinion on his work/dancing/rapping even if he knows he did well just to hear your praises and compliments. Suddenly starts wearing a certain brand that you mentioned you liked more often. Reiterates the fact you can depend on him..if you need a listening ear he’s there if you need advice or someone around he’s there. Showersss you in compliments and small gifts until you collapse.

Wonbin

I’ve noticed a lot of people think Wonbin is some type of toxic fratboy when it comes to romance but…no, not really. I won’t lie he’s been around the block before 😭 but when it comes to someone he GENUINELY LIKES. A damn simp he is. Would text you more compared to talking to you in person in the beginning out of shyness. Tries to bond with you via things you’re both interested in. May use artistic details to express how he feels..example: playing a song you like on his guitar for you. His approach is more slow and hesitant once he understands this requires actual effort and has to be genuine.

Seunghan

A literal flirt bot ohmg. Tries his best to be on your good side and for you to see him as someone you can easily trust and get along with initially. Invites you to come with him whenever hes about to go out to a fun activity, trying something new or about to party/drink. Compliments you SO MUCH and is more outwardly affectionate. Make fun of you A LOT (rip if you’re sensitive) but luckily he’d dote on you like right after. His venusian influence makes him popular with women so he’d try super hard to swat them away so you don’t get the wrong idea of him. Boasts to people that he has more of a chance with you than anyone else 😭

Sohee

Similary to Shotaro he’d get acquainted with you pretty easily. Ik a lot of briize view Sohee as soft and sweet but ngl his sag mercury makes him pretty blunt plus it’s square mars so he might talk a bit reckless 😭 He might mention liking you without MENTIONING liking you yk. He’d say it so plainly to where you think it’s a joke BUT ITS NOT HES VERY FR. Jokes his way into your heart and hangs out with you in fun locations. Definitely makes fun of other guys to ensure to you he’s the one for you LMFAOO. He’s typically the one being doted on but once he likes you he’d switch the role.

Anton

The biggest. Friends to lovers trope. Occurrence ever. Hed be introverted and keep his distance in the beginning but as soon as you were more closer he’d do small sweet things like spam your phone , give you snacks, have you tag along with him whenever he’s heading somewhere random. His aries influence makes him competitive and taurus venus slightly makes him possessive so he’d def try to get your attention more than others. There’d most def be a funny limbo of both you and him not knowing whether you two were friends, together or in some kind of in between 😭.

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petrichor-idyllic · 1 year

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Heyyy do you do reacts? Like "How the TMR boys would react to you calling them pretty" . If so, thank youuu :)

Oooo I never even thought about doing this, but I can absolutely give it a go :))

YOU THINK I'M PRETTY?

MASTERLIST | MULTI-CHARACTER MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Gender neutral reader.

WARNINGS: None really, maybe some inappropriate language and flirty behaviour.

"You know, you're actually kinda pretty."

THOMAS

Would not know how to react.

Thomas absolutely would be completely dumbfounded.

He'd been attracted to you ever since he'd arrived in the Glade, so you complimenting him would leave him in a stunned state.

Probably would also be the first and only time he gets complimented because the Gladers just call each other ugly on a daily basis.

"Oh, uh- thanks- thank you."

You probably wouldn't think much of it and go about your day.

He would spend the next four years thinking about it.

"They think I'm pretty."

Definitely a much needed confidence boost since he (especially in the books) is having a permanent identity crisis.

He might not know who he is, but damn, at least he's pretty.

NEWT

Newt isn't a stranger to compliments. He's one of the oldest standing Gladers and people often comment on his work ethic and ability to think fast.

His appearance though?

That's new.

He'd probably freeze, laughing it off as you just kinda randomly say it whilst he's working with the Track-hoes.

"Heh, what?"

In all honesty, you'd have been watching him for a while, admiring his features and when you say it, it would have been a thought you didn't mean to say out loud more than anything.

That wouldn't stop him from thinking about it. It would get brushed over fairly quickly since Newt is a busy dude, but he would definitely ask Minho and his friends about it.

"What do you think it means?

"Uh, that they think you're pretty? Duh."

Like Thomas, he would probably lie awake thinking about it, or just throughout his day, a soft smile playing on his lips, and he would definitely get caught laughing.

"Dude, you're thinking about it again?"

"Shut up, slinthead!"

"Touched a nerve, pretty boy?"

MINHO

Minho knows he's pretty. Everyone knows he's pretty. Just look at the guy. Even Thomas thinks he's pretty (*cough* the three paragraphs dedicated to describing Minho's arms in the book *cough*).

He'd probably laugh.

Sure, it's common knowledge that he's a good looking guy, but for someone to say it to him?

That'd be entertaining.

He'd tease you about it, making you the one that becomes a blushing mess.

"Hey, so how pretty do you think I am, exactly?"

He would not let it go.

But he wouldn't brag to the other Gladers about it. He would keep the information to himself, mainly keeping up the light bullying in private and leaving other Gladers confused as to why you tended to leave his presence bright red.

Secretly, he'd be thrilled. Of course, just that you think he's attractive to begin with, but also because it clearly runs deeper at your constant embarrassment.

He probably also wouldn't know how else to flirt with you. But he's trying his best. Compliments don't come as easy to him as they do you, so this is how he expresses it.

Definitely an ego boost.

GALLY

He would be insulted.

Gally wouldn't take it as a compliment at first. He wants to be a tough guy and you calling him pretty feels like a insult to his masculinity.

Definitely not the intention.

You think he's soft? Pretty? How dare you. How could you?

It wouldn't be until he spoke to Frypan that he'd realise.

"They called me pretty. Pretty! Do I look like a shuckin' sissy?"

"Dude, I'm pretty sure it was a compliment- they think you're hot."

"Oh."

That's when he'd be flustered.

In private, of course, but flustered nonetheless.

He'd feel like such a dick for reacting how he did and without even processing it properly.

He'd end up apologising and you'd laugh about it.

"It's okay, I won't call you pretty again. Promise."

But now he knows you think he's attractive, he'd definitely be bummed that you said you wouldn't compliment him like that again.

"I mean- you can still... yanno- say that."

Turns out Gally actually kinda is a softie when he wants to be.

You find it cute.

FRYPAN

He would be ecstatic.

Oh my God, you think he's pretty? His life is complete. The world is good. Kill him now, this is the best day of his life.

He'd tell everyone who would listen.

"Yeah! They called me pretty! Suck it! I'm prettier than you slintheads!"

"Fry, I really don't care."

He'd constantly ask you to call him pretty again. Or even other compliments and you'd find it funny.

He'd be surprising hard to fluster, but very easy to please.

It wouldn't be uncommon to find him grinning from ear to ear after talking to you.

He would also have the courage to return the compliments, creating a friendship that's basically filled with constant praise.

He would worship the ground you walk on.

Thinks he's in love every time you make eye contact.

ALBY

"Yeah, okay."

Alby would not give a shit.

The man is stressed 24/7.

You can't really blame him. He's in charge of a bunch of teenage boys in a Maze full of monsters, and he has to make sure that everyone is comfortable and surviving.

He has too much on his plate to even realise what you'd be saying at first.

The brain lag is real, and it would be three days later when he'd understand what you said.

"Wait a shuckin' second..."

After that, he'd think about it a lot, internally kicking himself and regretting the choice.

You wouldn't be shocked. This is exactly the kind of response you'd expect from the Leader. But you almost said it because you knew what his response would be.

You wouldn't have to worry about Alby being weird or acting different or telling anyone.

Though, he would become a lot friendlier towards you, starting to develop a sweet spot for you.

Would ya look at that, I can actually write for characters other than Minho? Who woulda guessed? In all seriousness, this was really fun and I enjoy writing headcanons as much as I like writing stories. I really enjoy these typa requests, tysm for sending it in.

Hope you all enjoy :))

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mochimooon · 5 months

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DTF Only (Out of Towner) - reiner braun x reader 18+

pairing: Reiner Braun x afab! Reader summary: Reiner's in town for one more day. A slip of the tongue over coffee, you learn that there was something he was hoping to cross off his bucket list before he leaves. word count: 3800+ notes: Part 3 of DTF Only. I've never written anything Reiner-centric. Ngl, he was probably the hardest to write. Hope you Reiner fans still enjoy! warnings: smut, explicit content, explicit language, oral sex (m! receiving), light bondage, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, praise kink ☻ masterpost☻

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ !!

There’s something wholesome about Reiner.

His pictures range from pristine, professional, and candid. No shirtless, Myspace bathroom shots. No gym selfies. No pictures of him doing a manspread. No thirst traps. Just him at a wedding, on a hike, at a coffee shop, and—aww he’s got a dog!

His profile also is very innocuous.

He added his alma mater, the same as yours, much to your surprise, works in civil engineering, a self-proclaimed coffee snob and today happens to be his last day in town.

How’s it going? Still looking for the best coffee in the city. Got any recommendations?

You send out your reply for your favorite small café in the area. A hole in the wall, tucked away in the business district. The same corner that has five other chain coffee-shops, and it’s also within walking distance from where Reiner is staying.

Appreciate it! Can I buy you a cup as thanks? 😁

Smooth, you think, and again wholesome. Of course, for a guy to be active on Tinder while out of town, you already know what he’s in search for. And yet, another scroll through his photos makes you rethink that. He just seems so…wholesome. You hate to admit it, but he’s almost like Colt.

You accept the offer anyways and get ready.

Your phone buzzes back-to-back and you swipe it up to read your friends’ message regarding Reiner, beginning with Pieck’s first thoughts.

He’s pretty cute. I love the pictures with his puppy 🐶🥹

Then comes Ymir’s response.

Homie is performing…

Elaborate

Bless Ymir for being quick and brief, enough to get the message across for you.

He’s got a freaky side to him. If you catch my drift 😏

You can only hope that he does because the vibe you’re getting from him is tame—wholesome. You may as well charge up your vibrator for tonight.

The more wholesome they appear, the more they have to hide.

I don’t know… He asked to grab coffee, that’s as tame as it gets. He might just want to talk, maybe flirt a little.

In an instant your phone rings and you pick it up, not bothering with a greeting as Ymir’s already in your ear.

“Have you learned nothing from your romp with Pock yesterday?”

You sigh. “His name was Porco…”

“Whatever, the new guy says he’s from out of town. In Tinder-verse that means ‘I’m in town to fuck around’.”

Of course, you knew that, but—

“But nothing. What did I say about the blockhead yesterday? Bar, coffee, funeral, it won’t matter. Get your kicks in while the man’s still available. He’ll be quick to show you his true nature, and knowing the freak that you are, you’re going to like it.”

Maybe. Or it could be wishful thinking. Again, you can only hope.

......

He’s already outside when you arrive. He had the head start after all, but it’s not a long wait since you’re not too far from the area either.

From afar, he recognizes you, looking up with a warm smile, hands tucked into his pockets. At your approach, his smile brightens, freeing his hands with open arms, saying your name.

“Hi, thanks for swinging by!”

Breathing a laugh, you’re engulfed in his arms. It’s a warm embrace, lighthearted, like you’re meeting a friend. In any case, your vibrator should be fully charged tonight.

“I’m a hugger, hope that’s okay,” he says when he lets you go, pink tinting his cheeks.

He’s taller than Porco by a lot (and another blond, which you overlook). Also well-built, distinguishable underneath the button-down white shirt. The sleeves are rolled up like he’s just clocked out of the office.

A strong, chiseled jawline and some facial hair that suggests he’s gone a few days without shaving. But the standout to you is his smile. Warm, inviting, friendly. There’s got to be something hidden away there.

“I like hugging,” you say. “Ready to try out the best coffee in the city?”

Reiner opens the door for you, beaming.

After giving him a recommendation from the menu, you both place your order. There’s an awkward moment where you lightheartedly argue about the bill, but Reiner wins your favor, insisting that it’s his treat.

Together you grab a table in the corner after your drinks are prepared.

Rush hour brings in more commuters and students from the university across the city, and soon the café is teeming with life.

You finally take a sip after your coffee has cooled down, looking over at Reiner. “What’s the verdict?”

Reiner nods, licking his lips. “You’re right, premium roast. Five out of five.”

Your brows rise. “That’s generous. There’s no way you’re a coffee snob if you’re won over that easily.”

He shrugs, chuckling. “Well, a pretty face might have something to do with the perfect score.” He averts his eyes, scratching at the back of his neck.

He’s nice. Again, sort of reminds you of Colt, but that’s not a bad thing. While you’re not looking for a relationship, you appreciate Reiner’s friendly demeanor and his subtle way of flirting.

You chat and sip your coffee. And despite your dubiety with Reiner’s high ranking, he really does seem to enjoy his drink; taking hearty gulps until he sets it down empty before you’ve gotten halfway. He’s sincere too.

You bring up university, sharing that you’ve both moved away for your careers post-grad. “We might have crossed paths before.”

“Small world,” he laughs. “I guess you find anyone on Tinder. It brings people together in a way. I visited my hometown last month and I was surprised to see some classmates from middle-school on it.”

“So, was this a work trip?”

Reiner hums, giving his outfit a onceover. “It is. I visit a few construction sites a month and sometimes they take me in other cities. I had a meeting today and even though it’s a blue-collar profession, it never hurts to suit up. But…”

His eyes turn wistful for a moment, entering a thought that you can’t read.

You don’t probe him, expecting him to say something, so you finish up your coffee in time when he speaks again.

“I was hoping to cross one thing off my list before I leave.”

Your attention perks, not from the words, but from the lowered tone. “Is it too late? Whatever it is?”

Reiner lifts a brow, and it’s clear that you’ve given him the green light to divulge a little more.

To those around you, his expression remains the same, but you notice a change. His hushed tone, the slow clench of his fist on the table.

“This is forward of me,” he begins, leaning closer.

Like a magnet, you lean in, hanging off his next words that fall into your ear.

“I was hoping to have some privacy with you after coffee.”

His warmth breath makes your pulse stutter, spreading warmth to your ears.

You pull back a little, gaze captured by his light brown eyes. You swallow and nod.

A faint smirk pulls at Reiner’s lips, though he’s yet to make a motion to move. “To be sure, are you okay if we get out of here?”

The sly look he gives you has your mind spinning back to your initial impression of him. Wholesome, yes, but now you’re eager to see the other side to him.

You raise your chin, giving him a coy smile. “I’m sure.”

Reiner jerks his head to the side, the two of you rise to your feet, tossing away the coffee cups and leave.

Dusk has settled now and soon it’ll be much darker. The timing could not be better.

Reiner offers you his arm, a bold move you think, and with a racing heart, you take it.

“Where to?”

He walks at a reasonable pace, not in a hurry unlike the civilians scattering around the sidewalks to head home before it gets too dark.

“My hotel is a few blocks away.” He looks down, wearing the same poised smirk. It makes your heart skip a beat, and you want to drag him off.

You hold back, allowing Reiner to take the reins.

Heated glances only are exchanged during the walk, and you can hardly hear the traffic of the city against the rush of blood in your ears.

Approaching the hotel, your world spins through the revolving doors. You take a moment to admire the lobby, realizing that Reiner is staying at one of the city’s finest accommodations. Like everything you had gathered about him beforehand, you had seen him as more of a low-maintenance man.

Every inch is ornate with vintage touches, well-maintained, it’s like you’ve been thrust into a time capsule. You get a glimpse of the bar at the center past a massive piano that’s untouched at the moment.

Hotel guests bustle around in business suits and others in luxury outfits that drip with dollar bills.

The journey up the lift is also quiet, but the sexual tension is so deafening, you’re grateful when you arrive at Reiner’s floor.

With his card key, the door to his room opens. Like the rest of the hotel, it’s nice, lux with a view that overlooks other buildings on the street.

But it’s the massive bed that you’re already envisioning rolling around in, and you have to tell yourself to remain patient.

Reiner’s hands find your shoulders, nimble fingers easing the muscles there. “Finally, some privacy.” He murmurs into your temple, kissing you there.

You melt to his touch, muscles melting like clay from his warmth, a moan slips out.

“That feels nice, doesn’t it?”

You can only manage a hum in agreement, eyes fluttering shut to soak in the massage.

Two fingers push deeper into the junction between your shoulder and neck with delicious pressure. You throw your head back against Reiner’s chest.

He chuckles as you open your eyes, meeting his upside-down gaze.

“Now that we’re all alone,” he says, turning you around and takes your chin.

The bitter taste of coffee is heavy on his tongue, but you don’t mind. It’s warm, inviting, like Reiner’s energy.

It’s a stretch to reach him, but your arms snake around his neck, basking in the slow, seductive rhythm of his lips and tongue.

His hand slides down to the small of your back, pulling you closer with a firm yet delicate authority. And when he pulls away, it’s smooth like silk.

“Before we take this any further,” he says. “I wanted to elaborate on what was on my bucket list.”

You tilt your head, licking the moisture from your lips. There’s more? You had only expected a quick hook-up.

Your mind dives into another scenario, one where you’re chopped up and stuffed into a freezer. Thankfully, Pieck and Ymir always have your location so that alone shoves that lurid idea aside.

Reiner lets go, and you hear the zip of a bag.

He had wandered over to where his luggage rests on the rack by the TV. He throws a look over his shoulder, a little hesitant.

You smile to encourage him, and your eyes go wide when you see what he pulls out. You swallow hard, a shiver moving past you as every drop of your blood heads south.

Not rope or tape or a knife. But a blindfold and handcuffs. Accessories that could be used to kidnap you, but from the silk of the blindfold and the leather cuffs, you know it’s not that.

“Oh,” it falls out of you.

Reiner comes closer, offering the accessories for you to feel. “The cuffs can feel snug, but they won’t hurt you.”

Your pulse reignites. “These will be used on me?”

Reiner nods. “If you’re okay with that.”

You’re more than okay with that. A memory of the past pricks your brain.

It was a rare night where you and Colt decided to watch porn, and the choice was bondage. Seeing one of the actors tied up and blindfolded had inspired a fantasy to be at Colt’s mercy. But he never seemed enthused about the idea, so it became one of your many fantasies you had packed away.

“We can also do without,” Reiner says at your silence.

“You want to do this, though.”

A shadow hangs over Reiner’s voice. “I do. I like to play dominant. I’m not mean, unless you want me to be, but I prefer to play nice dominant.”

It sounds like an oxymoron to you, and yet it seems to fit Reiner’s personality. A man who likes to be in control whilst retaining that warm demeanor.

“Okay.”

It’s slow and gradual. You both undress each other with dexterous hands with Reiner taking most of the reins. The second you’re both bare, he awaits your consent one more time before he binds your wrists.

The leather is stiff but otherwise not too tight, and your hands hang to your stomach. Next, he drapes the blindfold over your eyes and the world goes dark.

The moment passes like grains of sand. Unable to see, you don’t move, straining your ears for any semblance of noise.

Fingertips brush beneath your jaw while a thumb caresses your lips.

“I’m going to use this.” Reiner’s voice slips through the silence. His thumb swipes at your bottom lip, wetting the pad of his thumb.

You can feel the heat from his body that pools at the center of your thighs. Your fingers curl around your pussy.

A firm grasp takes your jaw, puckering your lips.

“I didn’t give you permission to touch yourself.” The command is soft, but you can feel the teeth in his words. “The only person who will give you pleasure tonight, is me.”

You nearly falter from that promise.

Before that can happen, Reiner drops his hand, and your feet leave the floor.

You’re laid on your back, head at the edge of the bed. Another inch and your head would be hanging.

Seconds later, Reiner’s warm body approaches your face, his voice tumbling down. “As I was saying. I’m going to use your mouth.” His tone is softer, and the brush of his fingers stroke your lips again.

Despite the position, you nod.

“Atta girl.”

The praise takes you by surprise and you shiver.

“If you need me to stop, raise your hand and snap. Got it?”

You nod, licking your lips when he praises you again. And without being instructed, you slide forward, draping your head back and open your mouth.

Reiner chuckles, seemingly catching on. The brush of his fingers returns along your face and he croons. “Good girl…”

There’s a nudge on your tongue, salty from Reiner’s precum. He goes in slowly, you take a deep breath through your nostrils.

The last time you had given head like this before was back in university, long before Colt.

It does require some getting used to. Your chest heaves with the tension, easing up as Reiner whispers of encouragement, a rush of heat dripping between your legs.

You acclimate to Reiner’s cock, thick in your mouth, you don’t feel the blood creeping into your head.

“Good, good.” There’s a strain to Reiner’s voice, like he’s holding back a deep urge to fuck you.

And you’re right, because his dick twitches in your mouth.

You hum around it, spreading your legs wider when you feel Reiner’s hand stroke your pussy.

“A little reward for how good you’re doing for me so far.”

Your moan muffles from the touch and the added praise, you don’t think you can get enough. You’re so wet already, it’s not a matter of effort of working you up to finger you. He spoils you with two and a swipe of your clit.

His dick twitches again as you continue to moan, clenching around his fingers.

Drool gathers in your mouth, so close to dripping out. On impulse you suck, an attempt to gulp it down and Reiner groans, pressing down on your clit.

“You’re making it hard for me,” he husks, and you feel the loss of his hand. “I’m going to fuck your mouth first, okay?”

Gagged, the best you can reply is a strangled, “Mhm.”

He pulls out, dick coated in your saliva. You inhale deeply, still blind to the world around you.

You’re pushed a back on the bed a little, head repositioned before you’re stuffed with Reiner’s dick again.

He thrusts, building a pace that you become accustomed to.

Breathing through your nose and relaxing your throat, your gag reflex is dormant. You focus on the noises Reiner makes, light grunts dropping on you like the pitter patter of rain, punctuated with hitch in his chest that syncs up with another spasm in his cock.

“Fuck—your mouth is so warm. This throat is doing so good for me, an obedient thing.”

Saliva collects in your mouth again, pooling at a fast rate as Reiner fucks you with vigor.

Wrists still bound, you ache to touch yourself as much as you fantasize what Reiner’s face must look like at this moment. A deep flush along his face, light brown eyes rolling back in his skull. You find yourself moaning at that and Reiner releases a strangled noise, pulling out.

Threads of saliva pull from your mouth and fall down the corners of your lips.

A hand takes the back of your skull, urging you off your back.

You breathe deeply, sucking a lungful of air as you sit on the bed. When Reiner’s touch disappears, you turn your head, forgetting the blindfold is obscuring your vision.

“Just a moment,” you hear him say somewhere in the room.

The moment passes and he speaks again, instructing you to move along the bed.

You follow Reiner’s voice, an implicit trust for a stranger you only met a few hours ago guiding you where you think will be into his arms. If Reiner had come across as a lunatic, this would be your fatal mistake.

Thankfully, according to your female intuition, he’s not, and if he is, Ymir and Pieck aren’t very forgiving when something happens to their best friend.

The bed is so massive, you feel as though you’ll be moving along silk for ages.

“Right there,” Reiner says, and you go still, knees dipping into the mattress. His voice is closer than before and relying on your other senses, you feel him closer too.

The sheets rustle close by your feet, signaling his presence in time when his strong chest meets your back.

“Right here,” he husks at your temple, wrapping his arm along your stomach. “All wrapped up too.”

You don’t know why you nod, but you do to convey your thanks for him remembering a condom.

The weight of his body presses into your back. With his guidance, your thighs ghost over what you assume is his.

You crane your head for more instruction.

“Perfect.” He noses your neck, kissing softly, hand coming around to tweak your nipple.

You gasp from the sensation, close to reaching up to keep his hands on your breast, but the bite of leather keeps you from moving.

“You’ve been so good for me. Now, let me fuck you on this bed.”

You toss your head back, squirming at the dip of his fingers into your pussy.

“So, fucking wet…all from sucking cock. Filthy little thing.” He kisses the shell of your ear. “Just how I want you to be. Are you ready for me? Use your words this time.”

“Yes,” you breathe. “Yes, please.”

“Give me a safe a word,” he commands.

“Helos.”

Reiner’s laughter scorches your ear. You’re too worked up to be embarrassed about it. With your mind like putty, the first word that sprang up was the name of the hotel.

“Use it if you need me to stop, okay?”

You nod eagerly.

“Good girl.” Reiner’s hands find your hips and he lifts you up a little and there’s a poke at your entrance as he lines up his dick.

In a slow fluid motion, he seats you there. Inch by inch, your pussy twitches to suck him in.

“Almost there.”

You know he’s sheathed fully when your ass is back on his lap, giving you a minute to adjust. To let him know you’re ready, you roll your hips back.

Lips press into your nape. “Remember the safe word.”

He thrusts up, hiking you up on your knees using his muscled thighs to create the momentum.

His hot breath burns your neck, one hand groping your breast and the other flicking your clit. In sync, you move up and down with his body fucking you.

The lack of sight dials up your other senses. You feel him deeply, the stretch, the bruising pain blooming around your breast, and the nerves in your center so sensitive, stars flicker along your darkened vision.

Reiner moves faster, fucking into you harder. “Do you like that? Like when I get a little rough?” He jerks his hips up.

You babble something resembling a ‘yes, engulfed in the heightened sensory experience. “Reiner…”

“I can feel you,” he pants. “You want to cum huh? Cum for me, baby.”

He rubs you faster, fucking into you harder and your back arches into him, moaning out the rush of your orgasm, eyesight restored momentarily with a burst of light.

“Atta girl,” Reiner rasps. “Atta girl, cumming on command.” He thrusts a few more times as your vision fills with darkness again and you float back to the bed after reaching the clouds.

You sag into his hold, Reiner pulls out. You yelp in surprise when you’re thrown forward.

You’re brought back to your knees, hips hoisted up while a pressure on your skull, keeps your head on the mattress.

You feel another stretch, welcoming Reiner’s cock as he slips back in and drills into you with fervor, a pace that promises his release is on the horizon.

A sting blooms on your ass from where Reiner’s hand landed.

“Fuck—I’m so close—” Another smack lands, followed by the gentle caress of Reiner’s large hand, a contrast to the rhythm that’s quickly becoming sloppy.

With both hands, you feel Reiner spread you open. He snaps his hips a couple more times and groans out as he cums.

He goes still, but his dick twitches inside of you and if not for the condom, you’d feel the warmth of his cum filling you up.

For a while, you hear ragged breaths, his and yours.

After, Reiner pulls out and you whine from the empty feeling but relieved when he takes lifts you back to your knees, easing the ache in your back.

The blindfold falls away. Blinking a few times to get a visual, Reiner kneeling on the mattress before you, undoing the cuffs.

He looks dazed. Heavy breathes pouring past his lips, a sheen of sweat layered atop the flush on his cheeks. A muscled chest rising and falling, flexing the contours in his stomach, and his dick soft yet endowed between his thighs.

With the cuffs off, you roll your wrists, smiling up at him.

He gives you a tired smile in return. “Appreciate you.”

The praise fills you with a different kind of warmth, but it’s endearing, nonetheless. There’s no need to ask, you already know. If anything, you’re both even. He crossed something off his list, as did you.

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Bad Reputation

s.f.k. x reader

chapter one

Series Summary: As a local jazz pianist in Nashville, you never fear being in the spotlight. Living in the same city, you’ve become very familiar with Sam Kiszka, a young musician who’s managed to gain a bad reputation in the city and throughout the country within his band’s fanbase. You’ve always just ignored Sam’s promiscuous and impulsive ways, but when you’re approached by the band to help repair his image, you’re given an offer you can’t refuse.

Word Count: 6k

Chapter Warnings: swearing, drinking, mentions of sex, mentions of smoking (tobacco & marijuana), flirting, arguing, sexual tension… you get it ;) (no smut… yet)

A/N: Hi guys! I’m so excited to share this series with you all. The idea came to me and I think it really ended up so good, I can’t wait for you to read it. Let me know in the comments or in my messages if you want to be added to the taglist for this series! See you soon :)

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The club was dark and crowded as you entered through the front door and made your way backstage to begin setting up. Your shoulders brushed past other people in the crowd, making it difficult for you to get to the back. On your way there, you paused for a moment, deciding to stop at the bar first for a much-needed drink.

“Hey, Sebastian!” you said, leaning over the bar as you greeted the bartender. You’ve been playing here for so many years, these guys were some of the closest friends you’ll ever have.

“Y/N, hey! Need a pick-me-up?” he said, turning his attention to you fully for a moment as the bar was bustling with other customers. Better make this quick.

“Can I just get a double rum and coke? Only a little bit of ice in it,” you asked, smiling politely as he nodded and began making your drink.

You take a second to look around the club as you wait, feeling a bit nervous as you take in how many people are actually there. You’ve played big crowds before, sure, but tonight felt extra intimidating for some reason.

You had sensed for a few months now that your big break might be coming soon, at least that’s what you’d hoped. You’ve grown to be quite popular in the greater Nashville area, but your reach hasn’t gone much further than that. You hope to branch off and move to New York one day, to play there professionally full-time.

For now, though, you make your living by playing gigs weekly, posting your music online, and taking a few brand deals here and there. It’s working well, and you make enough money to get by, but you’re not entirely fulfilled.

“Double rum and coke for the lovely lady,” Sebastian said, sliding your drink across the bar toward you with a smile. You return his smile and take it in your hand, tipping it toward him as a thank you.

“Thanks, Seb. I’ll be back later, you know I’m gonna need it,” you muttered, taking a long swig of your drink before squeezing your way through the rest of the crowd and finally making it to the backstage door.

Pushing the door open, you turned the corner toward your usual dressing room and started to set yourself up. You take your coat off, place it on the small couch with your tote bag, and then turn to the mirror to touch up your makeup before you take the stage in 15 minutes. You hear the door crack open, so you turn your head to look and see who it is.

“There you are, Lucy!” you exclaimed, moving to the door to greet her with a hug. “Where the hell have you been? I didn’t see you at the bar before.”

“Sorry, babe, Seb had me refilling the kegs downstairs for him… lazy bastard,” she scoffed, moving past you to plop down on the couch. “That’s a man’s job! That shit is so heavy!” You chuckle at her, finishing off your drink and then turning back to the mirror to finish applying your lipstick.

“He’s building up your strength, Luce! What happened to equal rights?” you laughed, making eye contact with her in the mirror as she rolled her eyes at you.

“Whatever, Y/N. I don’t see you lifting any heavy things,” she mutters, crossing her arms and throwing her head back.

Lucy was probably your best friend in the whole city. You met her in high school, being in the same jazz band class together, and immediately clicked. She works at Seb’s jazz club part-time as a bartender and server, which is how you started playing there. You play plenty of gigs at other places too, but this place became your regular haunt, thanks to Lucy’s help. She asked Sebastian to give you a chance to audition 4 years ago, and you’ve been playing there ever since.

The two of you live together in a little apartment in Midtown, only a couple blocks away from the club. After graduating high school, Lucy decided to go to Belmont for journalism while you ended up just starting to work on your music full-time. You made ends meet and helped pay rent while Lucy went to school, and she’s worked to make it up to you ever since.

She’s in her last semester of graduate school now at Vanderbilt, getting a business degree with hopes of founding a newspaper of her own one day. At 24, she seems like she’s finally getting her life together, but for you, it feels like you’re only just getting started. You try not to compare yourself to her or anyone else, which was something your mother always nagged you about. You knew she was right, but you can’t help it.

Despite all of that, you’re sure that you’ll break into the industry soon. Seb had planned to hook you up with his buddy who works in one of the recording studios downtown to get you in and record your own stuff. He’s just waiting on your word to tell him that the album is ready, but you haven’t been able to finish it for the life of you. You’re not sure if it’s fear or perfectionism, but it just doesn’t feel finished to you yet. For now, you’re filling your time with gig after gig, hoping to find inspiration.

“Stop sulking in here and get back to work, I have to be out there in 5,” you say, turning around to give her a stern look. She scoffs at you and then stands up, walking out the door.

“Break a leg!” she shouts as she rounds the corner, leaving you alone once more.

You have to admit that you’re feeling nervous. You compiled a few originals to test out tonight with the crowd, hoping to get some excited reactions to some stuff that you planned to include in your record. You had a few classics in the setlist too, including your favorite arrangements of Misty and Lullaby of Birdland, to make sure that the crowd doesn’t get too lost. But you hope that you’re new stuff will keep them captivated.

You take a deep breath, brushing your hands down your dress a few times to straighten it out and taking one last look in the mirror before exiting the dressing room and heading toward the stage. You hear Seb announce your name as you turn the corner and stride onto the stage, flashing a quick smile at the crowd before sitting down at the piano.

The crowd hushed as your fingers plinked out the first few notes, and then you started your first piece. Your hands glided across the keys with ease as you closed your eyes, getting lost in the music. Your first original piece went off without a hitch, the crowd cheering loudly at your extensive solo. They were enraptured by the covers you chose and your confidence was truly shining brightly off of you.

The set ended as quickly as it began and the club erupts in applause as you played the last note and stood up to take a bow. You look out into the crowd and see your friends back at the bar, flashing them a wide smile. Your eyes pan across the rest of the room, seeing all of the people cheering for you. This was what you were made for, you were sure of it. This is what you’re meant to do.

As your eyes stop at the back corner of the room, your expression quickly drops when you see the group at the large booth. It was a group of men from a band that you were very familiar with, bumping elbows at all the music venues in Nashville. It wasn’t the band specifically that you had a problem with, but just one specific man who always gave you trouble. Sam Kiszka.

“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath, flashing one more smile at the crowd before rushing backstage to your dressing room. You were so not in the mood for his antics tonight, not after putting on such a good show. The rest of his brothers, you could deal with, but not him. You refuse to let him tear down the confidence in yourself that you only just built up.

You grabbed your things in your dressing room and then hurried back out to the bar, needing to get a refill on your drink before even attempting to socialize with anybody.

“Seb– another, please. Pour it heavy,” you lament, resting your elbows on the bar and putting your head in your hands. You hear him chuckle as he starts your drink and you let out a low groan.

“I take it you saw them, then?” Lucy said, leaning against the bar next to you. You nodded as your head still sat in your hands, not bothering to look up at her. “Y/N, they’re really not that bad, I don’t understand what your problem is.” Your head shot up and you glared at her frustratedly.

“Not that bad? Sam takes every opportunity he can to belittle my music and talent every time I see him,” you scoffed, taking your drink from Seb and taking a long sip. “And when he’s not berating me, he’s trying to get in my pants.” Lucy rolls her eyes, stepping behind the bar to grab some drinks and put them on her tray.

“As if I’d ever stoop that low. That man’s been in bed with every single woman in Nashville. Probably even taken women, too!” you ranted, crossing your arms and taking another sip.

“Just ignore him, babe. I know the rest of them would like to see you,” Lucy said, lifting the tray to rest on her shoulder. “These are their drinks. Just come with me.”

She walks away with the tray toward the other side of the club to find their table. You linger for a moment and then let out an annoyed groan, throwing back another sip before reluctantly following behind her.

You followed Lucy with your head down, trying not to look too eager or willing to go with her. As you approached the table, Josh was the first one to catch a glimpse of you, a toothy smile growing across his face.

“There she is, the woman of the hour,” Josh remarks, opening his arms wide to pull you in for a hug. You accept, squeezing him tightly before pulling away. You smiled shyly as the others greeted you as well, except Sam, of course. He was distracted, seemingly complimenting the top Lucy had on. Barf.

She’d already been there, done that, which isn’t exactly surprising. Your best friend always had an affinity for one-night stands, never really wanting to settle down or get too serious. You never cared at all, until she told you one morning that she went home with Sam after a show one night. She promised that she didn’t plan to do it again, claiming she used him just as much as he used her, and you left it at that.

She kept her word, never going home with him again, but that didn’t stop him from flirting with her every time he came in here. You rolled your eyes as you watched him glance down at her cleavage subtly, but not subtle enough for you not to notice. He finally notices you standing there, turning toward you with a smirk. Here we go.

“Y/N… that was quite the set,” Sam said, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall next to their booth. Josh and Jake excuse themselves to go outside for a smoke, and Danny takes a seat back in the booth, scrolling on his phone. Alone, great.

“Thanks, I think,” you say sarcastically, taking a sip of your drink as you look up at him suspiciously. You didn’t trust that look on his face one bit, and you were determined to find out what he was up to.

“Oh, that wasn’t a compliment,” he said smugly. “If you’re gonna arrange music, at least write a song where the chord progressions actually make sense together.” He raises his beer bottle to his lips and tips his head back to take a sip. You scoff at him, trying to take a deep breath before you blow this entire thing out of proportion.

“Samuel, you wouldn’t know a good arrangement even if it hit you in your smug face,” you bit out, still doing your best to hold yourself back. You swing back the rest of your drink, letting the cold ice hit your lips before slamming it down on the table next to you. “It was a B flat and E flat blues. Who crowned you the king of jazz composition?”

His smirk grew wider across his face as his back left the wall and he began to tower over you. You sucked in a deep breath, wondering if you should've just kept your mouth shut, but frankly you didn’t care. His long hair frames his face as he looks down on you, his eyes dark and cold.

“I did,” he answered, his face growing uncomfortably close to yours. “You’re sexy when you’re angry.” His tongue skims his bottom lip as his eyes bore into yours. No. No. He is not gonna win this round.

“Is that why you enjoy bothering me so much?” you asked, keeping your eyes locked on his, insistent on not backing down. His lips turn upward into a smug smile as he leans back away from you, placing his back on the wall once more.

“Maybe. Or maybe I just think it’s fun,” he answers, smirking down at you.

“You’re such a fucking freak,” you scoff, crossing your arms. You notice a change in his eyes at your words, and you start to wonder if you took it too far.

“You’ve got no idea, sweetheart,” Sam says, stepping forward again to stand over you.

“Gross,” you mutter under your breath, looking up at him, trying to keep a straight face.

“Now, I don’t think you mean that,” Sam whispered, leaning down further to speak into your ear. “I think you like it, actually.”

“You wish,” you state, still maintaining eye contact. His mouth twitches and turns up into a smirk as one of his arms snakes around your waist.

“All that blushing you’re doing says otherwise, doll. Even in this dark club, you can’t hide it,” he whispers against the shell of your ear. Fuck.

“That’s what I thought,” he smirked. You watch silently as Sam puts his beer bottle down on the table and then reaches into the front pocket of his shirt, pulling out a lighter and a blunt. “C’mon Daniel, let’s go outside.”

Sam shoots you a wink before nodding his head in Danny’s direction and the two of them walk toward the front entrance. They pass the twins on their way out, who both turn to look at you with puzzled expressions as they sit down at the booth. You sit down next to Josh as you try to adjust the annoyed look that is so clearly plastered across your face.

“What the hell was that all about?” Jake asked, raising his eyebrow at you and taking a sip from his glass of whiskey sitting on the table. You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes, not even having an answer to give.

“The usual, of course. Can’t seem to leave me alone,” you muttered. The two of them let out a breathy laugh as Josh reaches over to put his arm around you.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about him, darling,” he offers, smoothing his fingers along your shoulder. “It’s all just show.”

“For it just being show, it sure does feel pretty insulting,” you say, fiddling with your fingers atop the table.

“You’ll adjust eventually,” Jake says. “We like havin’ you around, so don’t run off just yet.” A smile grows across your face at Jake’s subtle attempt at an olive branch.

“I’ll tough it out, I promise,” you answer. You suppose you can adjust to Sam’s antics to spend time with them. You could use all the friends in the industry as you could get.

“How long have you been playing piano?” Josh asks, taking a sip of his tequila soda.

“Oh, I started lessons when I was 6,” you answered with a smile.

“That’s sick, I started pretty young too,” Jake replies, resting his arms on the table. Bonding with successful musicians has been your dream and the fact that you’re getting along so well made you really happy.

“Yeah, so I’ve heard! Believe it or not, I am actually a bit of a fan of your band. Casually, of course,” you smile, trying to be chill about it. It wasn’t entirely a lie, you are just a casual fan, but you’ve definitely watched an interview or two as well, leading to you knowing more about them than you intended to.

“Oh, yeah? Which one of us is your favorite, huh?” Josh asks smugly, raising an eyebrow at you hopefully. God, the amount of testosterone in this room could be cut with a knife.

“Hmmm… Danny,” you jest, elbowing Josh softly. The three of you break out into laughter before you check your phone to see the time. 12:32 am. Yikes, it’s late.

“Well, I gotta head out, unfortunately,” you say, standing up from the booth. Before you had the chance to walk off, Josh stopped you.

“Hey, uh, we’re gonna be in the studio on Monday for a few hours to work on some new music… would you wanna stop by?” Josh asked, looking up at you hopefully. “It could be a cool way for you to get exposed to how the recording process works.”

“Oh, wow, that would be incredible!” you smiled. “That’s such a kind offer, thank you so much! I’ll definitely be there.”

“Perfect! I’ll text you the details,” he says with a smile, and you wave goodbye to them both and walk over to the bar to find Lucy.

“Ready to head out?” you ask, leaning over the bar toward her.

“Sure, let’s go!” she answers, turning around to grab her jacket and bag.

“God, I have so much to fill you in on…” you say as you walk out the door toward your apartment. You told her all about your brief run-in with Sam, and then Josh’s invitation to the studio as you walk down the street. She quite literally squeals when she hears the news.

“OH MY GOD, Y/N this could be it! This could be your big break!” she exclaimed as you turned the corner to the path to your building. “If you get in with their producers, this could really get you started! You have to make a good impression.”

“Don’t you think I know that? I’m freaking out! I really can’t screw this up,” you said as you turn the key in the door.

“You could never screw it up, babe. They’re gonna love you, I promise,” Lucy reassured you, hugging you tightly before branching off to her own bedroom.

All you had to do was get through the weekend, and then the day of your dreams will be all yours. Fuck, you don’t have anything prepared! As you shut the door to your bedroom, you rushed to sit down at your keyboard, turning it on. You pulled out your phone and opened the voice memos app, pressing start and then setting it down. You have to get a good demo down if you want to impress the producers at the studio and book a session there.

You spent all of Saturday and Sunday recording a few of your originals on your phone, taking dozens of takes to make sure each of them was perfect. This is it, it’s your moment.

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Your alarm goes off at 8 am, giving you two hours until you’re meant to meet Greta Van Fleet at the studio. Josh texted you yesterday with the time and address, emphasizing that you shouldn’t overthink it. He knew that you’d be freaking out, and he was right.

You’re hoping that a cool shower will wake you up and help you shake the nerves off. You get up out of bed, rub your eyes, and then grab your towel and walk out of your bedroom to the bathroom.

As the cold water hits your back, you start to think over the day that you have ahead of you. If everything goes the way you planned, then you might leave today with a record deal, or plans to meet up to make a deal. You appreciated Josh’s help so greatly, you really weren’t expecting it. He’s always been so kind to you, more so than the rest, but you figured that it was just the way he was. Now, it feels like he really has your back.

All you had to do was make it through today without any incidents with Sam. You hope that the other guys have already briefed him and told him to be on his best behavior, but you doubt that he’ll abide by that. You can hold your own, though, and you doubt that he’d pull something too obscene while working.

After drying off and getting ready to go, you find that you still have about 20 minutes until you need to leave. To pass the time, you sat down in your bed and opened up Instagram to scroll mindlessly for a little while until you had to drive downtown.

As you scroll down, your eye is caught by a post by The Nashville Fiddle, which is a local magazine. The Fiddle posts mostly about drama and celebrities, and you usually ignore everything they post, since you try not to give gossip the time of day. But this time, your eyes were stuck on their post, with a video of Sam Kiszka, belligerent and wasted outside of a club downtown Saturday night.

In the video, you can see Sam flirting with a girl outside of the club when a big, burly man comes up to him angrily. Clearly, this girl was taken, and her boyfriend was not happy. You can see Sam hollering back at him, getting in his face as he slurs his words before the man takes a large swing at him. Then, you see Danny show up behind him and pull him back, dragging him down the street, far away from the scene.

How could he be so stupid? Flirting with girls with boyfriends is bad enough, but it’s even worse to get into an argument and get caught on camera. He should know that he’s a public figure and that people can spread this kind of stuff around. What was he thinking?

You check the time and see that it’s about time to go, so you grab your tote, pick up your keys, and then head out the door. As you drive downtown, you take a few deep breaths. It’s not a big deal, you tell yourself. Everything will be fine.

Soon enough, you pull into a parking spot in front of the studio and put your car in park. 9:59 am. Just on time. You get out of the car, throw your keys into your bag, and then head toward the front door. After opening the door, you walked in and told the person at the front desk that you were meeting the band, and they directed you to the right studio.

As you enter the studio, you walk in to only find Danny sitting there. He looks up from his drum set and waves, standing up to greet you.

“Hey, Danny… where are the others?” you asked, hugging him and then taking a seat on a chair nearby. Danny lets out a long laugh, trying to compose himself before answering.

“Oh, they are never here on time. This is considered early,” he answers, smiling widely as he goes to sit back down at his set. “I wouldn’t expect any of them for at least another thirty minutes, if not longer.” You laugh along with him, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Ah, Josh should have told me! Now I feel embarrassed for being so early,” you say, looking down at your phone for the time. 10:11 am.

“Nah, he just can’t admit that he’s always chronically late. He’s in denial,” Danny jokes. “Do you want anything while we wait? There’s coffee and tea over there.”

“Yeah, that’d be nice actually,” you answered, standing up to walk over to the coffee cart. “I’ll be honest, I’m not much of a morning person.” Daniel laughs, standing up to walk over with you.

“I’m not sure I’ve ever met a jazz player that was,” he says with a smile. “I think it’s just part of your DNA.” You laugh, nodding your head in agreement.

“You might be right. It’s not our fault, we play at night!” you say, pouring yourself a cup of coffee.

“Sam’s the same way, y’know. Stays up ‘til ungodly hours of the night, and then doesn’t roll out of bed until after noon,” he notes, laughing to himself. You laugh awkwardly as you add cream to your cup, cringing at the possibility of having anything in common with Sam Kiszka.

Almost as if he read your mind, Sam walked through the door, sunglasses blocking the dark bags under his eyes. He’s clearly hungover, rubbing his temples as he waltzes over to the cart and grabs the pot of coffee, pouring it into his own cup.

“Rough weekend, Samuel?” you asked teasingly, having already read about his escapades from this weekend. You can see his eyes roll behind the tint of the sunglasses as he takes a sip of his black coffee.

“Don’t start with me today, sweetheart,” he mumbled, pouring more coffee into his cup to make up for what he already drank, and then walking over to the corner to sit down on the sofa. He puts his feet up on the cushions as he takes a sip and then lays his head back against the armrest.

“See what I mean?” Danny asks, laughing as he walks over to his set and starts playing on his own, seemingly practicing. The idea sends a shiver down your spine. Could you and Sam be more similar than you thought? No, no way, you thought to yourself.

Not long after, Josh and Jake walk through the door and things can finally start moving. Josh walks over to make a cup of tea and then takes a seat on a stool, taking a slow sip. You walk over to him, hoping that his usual cheery disposition would calm your nerves.

“Good morning, lovely,” Josh smiled, patting your shoulder softly. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m good, I’m good,” you answered nonchalantly with a shy smile.

“Good. We’re still waiting for our manager, Jodie, to arrive, so just hang tight,” he says, taking another sip of his tea.

“Hey, you know what? How about you play us something?” he asks excitedly, his eyes lighting up. “Could be a good way to wake us up, huh?”

Your eyes shoot open, looking around the room at the rest of the guys. Danny is nodding excitedly and Jake walks over to his guitar stand, picking up his Gibson SG and slinging it over his head. Sam isn’t paying attention, his sunglasses have come off and his eyes are shut as he reclines on the couch.

“Well, okay… I guess it couldn’t hurt,” you answered, walking over to Sam’s keyboard next to the drumset. You turn it on and adjust the settings, giving it a funkier sound before taking a deep breath and starting to play.

You decide to play Higher Ground, by Stevie Wonder, falling into the groove of the intro of the song as your fingers move across the keys. Danny’s face lights up as he listens closely to what you’re playing, then starts playing along. Jake follows suit, adding his guitar into the mix, and playing along with you. Of course, everyone knows Stevie Wonder, but being able to play with a band was just so cool to you.

People keep on learnin’

Soldiers keep on warnin’

World keep on turnin’

‘Cause it won’t be too long

Josh sings along, his voice fitting perfectly in the range of the song. The four of you are really grooving now, and it is so fun for you. It’s been years since you’ve played with others, and you loved it.

You watch as Sam lifts his head from the couch, opening his tired eyes to look over at you all. For a moment there, you almost think that he might be smiling, but you shake it off. You’re surprised to see him rise from the couch and walk over, grabbing his Rickenbacker off the stand and putting the strap over his head. Oh, he’s gonna play along…

Sam starts plucking his bass, along with the rest of the song. You knew that they’d all played in jazz bands before, and this song was a staple, but it surprised you how easy it was to join together and play. It was almost like you belonged there.

As you start a short piano solo, their manager walks through the door and sits down on the couch. She seems to nod at you to keep going, so you finish your solo and then end the song. You’re suddenly caught by surprise as Josh starts applauding, smiling widely as he walks over to you. He stands behind you, putting his hands firmly on your shoulders, squeezing them.

“You’re an incredible talent, Y/N, truly,” Josh remarked, smiling from ear to ear as he left your side and went to sit back down. You smile shyly and get up from the bench behind the piano to go sit down on the couch with Jodie. The rest of the guys start talking cacophonously as you start your conversation privately with her.

“It’s true, you’re really good,” she says honestly, reaching out to shake yours. “I’m Jodie, it’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Oh, you have? Thank you so much, it’s great to meet you. I assume it was Josh who told you about me, he’s the one who invited me today,” you answer, smiling shyly at the compliment.

“I first heard about you from Sam actually… he had a lot to say about your talent on the keys,” she says, catching you completely by surprise. Sam? Is she being serious right now?

“Did he now?... Interesting,” you replied, your tone feigning confidence. “Well, I’m honored to be here today. I’ve been meaning to finally get into a studio here in Nashville.”

“Yes, I heard from Josh that you plan on recording an album of original songs,” Jodie remarks. “I’m happy to have you here! Hopefully, we can get you to work a bit! Not to mention, it’s quite nice to have a bit more of a gender balance.” You laugh together for a moment before she gets up to greet the guys, going over the agenda for the session.

They go through a few new songs, trying to get it all down perfectly. You just sit and watch, absolutely mesmerized by watching the professionals work. You even escaped to the booth for a while to see the mechanics of the equipment, talking to some of the sound techs that work there. It was a really rewarding learning experience for you.

“Okay, that’s a wrap, guys! Good work today, we’ll be back here at the same time on Friday,” Jodie says. “Sam, can you hang back for a sec?” She walks back over to sit next to you on the couch, nodding her head to motion for Sam to join you. Once she’s certain that everyone else has left the studio, she starts talking.

“So, I’ve had an idea. Just hear me out,” she started, somewhat apprehensively. “Y/N, I was thinking about how highly the guys speak about you, and how much untapped talent you have.” Okay… this is getting weird.

“And Sam, I’ve been thinking about ways to improve your public image and get you out of your rut,” she finished, trailing off as she saw Sam’s annoyed expression.

“Okay, first of all, I am not in a rut,” he said, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms as he leaned back on the couch.

“That’s not the point,” she snapped back. “My point is that I think I might have thought of a way to solve all of our problems.” You raise your eyebrow at her, still not really understanding what she’s getting at.

“What could possibly solve both of our problems?” you ask suspiciously.

“Like I said, just hear me out…” she says, but Sam interrupts her.

“Jodie, just spit it out already,” he groaned, growing frustrated.

“I think you guys should pretend to date!” she finally spat out, looking nervously at your reactions. Your jaw dropped as she finished her sentence, unsure that you even heard her right. Sam, however, already shot up out of his seat and stood angrily above you both.

“No, fuck no, absolutely not. This is ridiculous,” he starts ranting, but she cuts him off.

“Just listen to me, Sam. You’d improve your reputation by having a charismatic and talented girlfriend, the fans would love her! And Y/N, you’d gain followers and fans for your music career, and our label can get you started in our studio. Boom, both problems are fixed.”

“No! How could I even pretend to be interested in him? It’s impossible,” you complained.

“Woah, okay, try not to sound too disgusted,” Sam said, crossing his arms with a scoff.

“Don’t act like you didn’t react the exact same way, you asshole,” you scoff, staring daggers into him.

“Whatever, it’s not the same thing,” he spits back.

“Whatever, this isn’t productive,” you admit, crossing your arms in your seat.

“Exactly. It won’t even be that bad. Besides, you’re both benefiting here! It’s perfect,” Jodie says proudly.

“Well, I don’t know about perfect, but I guess it does kind of make sense…” you muttered, looking up at Sam nervously. He raised an eyebrow at you, walking toward you.

“You want to be my fake girlfriend, Y/N?” he teased. You roll your eyes and stand up to be more level with him, hating him towering over you.

“Shut up, Sam,” you replied, a hint of pink tinting your cheeks as your eyes locked on his.

“So? You guys are in?” Jodie asked hopefully. You and Sam exchange a look, then look back at her and nod.

“Yeah. Yeah, we’re in,” Sam answered, looking over at you with a smirk before walking toward the door. “Now, are we done here? I’ve got places to be.” You roll your eyes and reach down to grab your bag.

“We’re done here, go,” you mutter, slinging your bag over your arm. Sam walks out the door as quickly as he had came in, and you follow soon after him.

As you drive back home from the studio, you think about all of the day’s events. You almost can’t even believe that you agreed to be Sam’s girlfriend, fake or not. But you have to admit that it’s going to be great for your career, this is exactly the big break you need. You feel confident that her choice to ask you was based on your talent, so the unconventional means of gaining popularity didn’t bother you.

It kind of excited you to be included with such a famous rock band like theirs– going on tour, going to the studio, seeing the magic happen. Having to spend time with Sam was just the price you had to pay to jumpstart your music career and get into the music industry. You’re not sure what type of a commitment this arrangement is going to entail for you, but you’re honestly kind of looking forward to it. You have to admit that “Rockstar’s Girlfriend” kind of has a ring to it.

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People Are Watching (Normal People pt 2)

Lukas Matsson x (fem)Reader, Roman Roy x (fem)Reader

word count: 3.4k (part 1 here)

NFSW: 18+ ONLY

It had been a long time since you’d gotten this dressed up.

After a year of dating Roman, you had discovered that looks weren’t necessarily a priority. He liked having you on his arm, showing you off, but there was never any need to try too hard. Things were stable with Roman. He just didn’t want you to go anywhere. As long as you were within arm’s reach, he was content.

So you didn’t put in much effort anymore. Not to say that you had let yourself go; but there were few occasions that called for getting dressed up these days.

That is, aside from the most important night in a long time: election eve.

You glimpsed Roman coming into the room, collar upturned, adjusting his tie. He slowed when he saw you, eyes tracing your body.

“Almost ready,” you said.

He lingered behind you, examining your reflection in the mirror. There was a look of mingled confusion, sadness, and desire in his eyes.

“Huh,” he said.

“Too much?”

“No, no. I’m sure he’ll love it.”

You caught his eye in the mirror.

“Who?” you asked.

A crooked grin crossed Roman’s face.

“Come on. I know this isn’t for me.”

You felt a prickle of guilt. “Roman…”

“Do we need to do that thing where we say what we’re really thinking?”

“If you want. I know how you like to keep things annoyingly vague.”

He sat down on the edge of the bed, tie loose around his neck.

“I mean, you guys really hit it off, yeah?” he said. “You and Lukas.”

“I guess. I’ve only met him twice.”

“Okay, well I’m telling you from an outside perspective that you guys had a spark. There was something.”

“You and me have something, too.”

“But it’s like the opposite of what we have.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s… you know. Sex…ual.”

You felt your cheeks beginning to flush.

“He’s just a flirt,” you said. “He’s probably like that with everyone.”

“No, Y/N. Not everyone.”

His eyes shimmered sadly as he smiled.

“But he’s like that with you. And that’s a fact.”

“So what are you saying? What do you want me to do?”

“Look. I get that you have… needs. Needs that I can’t necessarily fulfill.”

He seemed to grow smaller as he spoke. You quickly stepped over to him, taking a seat beside him on the bed.

“That doesn’t matter to me,” you said firmly. “I’m with you because I really fucking like you, Roman. You're my favorite Roy.”

“No, I know.” His hand went compulsively to the back of his head, smoothing down his hair. “It’s just… I don’t want to keep you from something that might be good for you.”

“You think fucking Lukas is good for me?”

“Well… and hear me out— maybe it’s good for me, too.”

“This is sounding fucked up. But go on.”

“Like, it sort of takes the pressure off. If some other guy is giving you what you need... physically— barf— then we can just keep doing what we’re doing. And you’ll never leave me and everything will be fine. Right? Is that how relationships work?”

You couldn’t help but grin. “Not usually.”

“Yeah, I didn’t think so.”

“But this one can.”

You ruffled his hair as he grinned back at you.

“Just don’t look so fucking sad,” you said. “You kill me with your sad eyes.”

“That’s the only reason you’re with me. Because of my sad eyes.”

“I know.”

“Lukas doesn’t have sad eyes,” Roman prodded.

“We both know Lukas is kind of a dumbass. A dumbass who happens to also be a genius.”

“But he’s hot.”

“Shut up and let me get dressed.”

Lukas grew jumpy when he was in New York. The city didn’t make sense to him. What was the appeal? For the most part it just felt chaotic, and not in the best ways. What others loved about it he found uninteresting. There were better places to spend time.

But there was one thing in the city that he wanted. Something he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since the summer. It was November now, cold by American standards. He had been in Sweden for most of that time, on his home turf, recharging, tuning everything out so he could hear his own thoughts. But as it turned out, his thoughts centered on one thing: you.

The day on Lake Como when Roman had brought you to him seemed like a whirlwind. You hadn’t been alone together for more than an hour, but he couldn’t get it out of his head. The exact slant of the light. Your bare feet on his floor. The way your eyes lingered on him. He played it back in his mind over and over, late at night when he couldn’t sleep. Almost as if he didn’t need the real thing anymore. And that was the danger with Lukas: the tendency to get lost in his own fantasies, content to exist in his own mind.

But when he woke up from the fantasy he realized he wanted more. To see you again. To hear your voice. To spend hours with you in bed. Any bed.

He thought you would come to Norway with Roman and the others. In fact, he had planned on it. But when you failed to show up, he grew unreasonably depressed. Roman didn’t say a word about what had happened, but occasionally a knowing smile would pass his lips, and Lukas would wonder how much he knew. Or how much he even cared.

So rather than waste a trip to New York, he decided to confirm things for himself.

“You know there’s such a thing as time zones, right?” came Siobhan’s voice through the phone.

“Yeah, sorry. I don’t really pay attention. It’s just whatever’s convenient for me.”

“That’s like the story of your life.”

“Listen, who’s coming to the pre-election circle jerk?”

“Lots of people.”

“The sibs?”

“They’ll all be there. Especially Connor.”

“Any plus ones…?”

A long pause. He could hear Shiv smiling and he hated it.

“Who are you really asking about, Lukas?”

“Look, I had a conversation with Y/N a while back that we never really got to finish.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“That’s a pretty vague descriptor. Without seeing your face I don’t know what to make of that.”

“She’s been with my brother for a year.”

“We’re friends.”

“Oh, you’re friends? I wasn’t aware that you’d ever met.”

“Can you just tell me if she’ll be there or not?”

“Well, she RSVP’d. But you’re playing a really fucked up game, Lukas.”

“I didn’t realize you cared so much about your brothers’ feelings. Everything so far points to the contrary.”

“Fuck off. I’m going back to sleep. But you’re coming, yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll respond to the invite if it so pleases you.”

“Good. Goodnight.”

“It’s morning.”

Shiv hung up. Lukas put down the phone and gazed out at the city of Stockholm outside his window. Now he had to brace himself for New York.

He didn’t know what made him choose that shimmery gold bomber jacket, but it had exactly the right effect when he walked into the room. All eyes on Lukas. If you were there, you wouldn’t be able to miss him. Yet the first person to greet him wasn’t who he expected.

“What is this, foreign election interference?” said Roman, sidling up to him at the bar.

“I thought you guys took care of that yourselves,” Lukas said, sipping his beer.

“Good to see you, man. How’ve you been?”

“Better, I guess. You caught me at a weird time last summer.”

“Yeah, you seem chipper. Is that a hint of manic-depression I detect?”

Lukas just raised an eyebrow as Roman grinned.

“Trust me, I know all about it. But really, what’s got you in such a good mood?”

Lukas shrugged. “It’s good to be back.”

“Bullshit. You hate New York.”

“It’s the people who make it worthwhile.”

Roman gave a sly smile. Then he perked up and waved at someone over Lukas’s shoulder.

“Here we go.”

Lukas turned in time to see you brush past him, pausing at Roman’s side. As he caught your eye, the last time you had met came back in a rush. He could almost smell the breeze coming off of Lake Como.

“Hi,” you said.

“Hi.” Despite Roman’s presence, Lukas couldn’t take his eyes off of you. With that same sly grin, Roman slipped an arm around your waist.

“We were talking about you earlier,” Roman said.

“Really?” Lukas said.

“Uh-huh. Y/N was nervous about seeing you again.”

Lukas glanced your way, noting how your cheeks flushed immediately.

“Fuck, Roman,” you said.

“What? Who wouldn’t be? I mean, look how conventionally attractive he is. Even Shiv said so.”

You slipped out of Roman’s grasp, grabbing a glass of wine from the bar.

“See you around,” you murmured, edging through the crowd and out of sight.

“Damn, dude,” Lukas said, watching you go.

“It’s okay. It’s kind of our thing. She won’t say what she’s really thinking in public, so I do it for her.”

He glanced at his watch, then slung back the rest of his vodka tonic.

“I have some presidential ass to kiss. Have a good time, yeah?”

Lukas thought he saw a wink. Then Roman, too, was gone. He could immediately feel the eyes of others on him, ready to swoop in and network him to death. He grabbed another beer and stalked out of the room, conspicuously taller than everyone.

He found himself in a sitting room with a low sectional sofa, different groups engaged in conversation. He spotted you on one end of the sofa, alone, sipping your wine and staring into space. No one had yet approached you.

He casually slid into the seat next to you.

“Everything okay?” he said, setting down his beer.

“Yeah. Sorry about Roman.”

“Do you apologize for him a lot?”

“Not to everyone.”

Lukas stretched his arm out along the sofa behind you, angling his knee dangerously close to yours.

“So listen,” he said. “I want to say some things. But try not to react. Even my facial expressions have an effect on the market, okay?”

“I get it.”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the summer.”

“Is that right?”

“If it were up to me, I’d take you out of here right now. Back to my hotel room. I’ve got a really nice place downtown. I’d keep you there for a day or two then maybe we’d go back to Sweden and I could show you around.”

“What’s stopping you?”

“See all the eyes in this room? They’re watching me. My every move is public. And especially who I’m talking to. Not that I give a shit. But it’s you I’m worried about.”

“Why are you worried about me?”

“It’s public knowledge that you’re with Roman. If you’re seen leaving with me…”

You let out a sigh, sinking back into the sofa. Lukas’s fingers brushed your shoulder. He spoke in a low, breathy voice.

“I know it’s fucked. We should be able to do whatever the fuck we want, right?”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, either.”

“Is it true what Roman said? You were nervous?”

Your cheeks began to flush again and Lukas smiled.

“It’s okay. It’s kind of adorable, actually.”

His eyes glimmered as he looked at you.

“Careful,” you said. “People are watching, remember?”

“I’m keeping an eye on them,” he murmured. “I know how to take advantage of the brief moments when they look away.”

His hand slid down along the side of your thigh, brushing the skin at the hem of your dress.

“How do we do this?” you whispered.

“I’ll leave first. You come after me.”

Just as his hand began to slide further up your thigh, Greg collapsed beside Lukas on the sofa. Lukas’s hand gracefully slid away, reaching for his beer.

"Lukas, dude,” Greg said. “I’ve been practicing my Swedish in anticipation of your arrival.”

“Cool, man. Why don’t you practice on her?”

With that he stood, feeling your eyes on his back. He turned to see you gazing at him as Greg talked incessantly into your ear. He winked at you, then disappeared into the other room.

You didn’t even tell Roman you were leaving. Five minutes after Lukas departed, you escaped from Greg and went into the bathroom. You stared at the text from Lukas— the address of his hotel. In another five you were out the door, hailing a taxi.

You padded slowly down the empty hotel corridor, eyeing the room numbers as you went. Your heart was pounding already. Finally you came to the end of the hall, the presidential suite. You entered with the key that had been left for you at reception.

All was dark. At first, you wondered if you had arrived before him.

“Lukas?” you said softly. You rounded the corner into the master bedroom, city lights illuminating the bed. And there he was, propped on elbows, scrolling through his phone, waiting for you. His eyes flickered up in the glow from his screen. Then went dark. Just a silhouette on the bed as your eyes adjusted to the dim city light.

“Come here,” came his low voice.

He sat up on the edge of the bed as you approached. You stood between his knees as he hooked a finger around yours and drew you closer.

“That didn’t take you long at all,” he said.

“I’ve been waiting for this for months.”

He slid his hands up your thighs, picking up where he had left off at the party. A soft breath escaped you as you felt his warm palms beneath your dress.

“Does Roman know?”

“I don’t know what he knows.”

“We’re going to take our time this time around. Yeah?”

You could only let out a shaky breath as he hooked his fingers around your underwear and slid them down. Then his head disappeared beneath your dress. Your head went back, eyes closed, as you felt his tongue against you, warm and slow and eager.

It was as if no time at all had passed. He seemed to know your body innately, his big hands gripping your thighs, his soft groans vibrating through you.

“Fuck, Lukas…”

His head emerged and he stood, suddenly towering over you.

“Turn around,” he breathed as he began to tug off his shirt. But you couldn’t do as he said, not with his body naked before you. You ran your hands up his abdomen, his chest, through the sparse blonde hair. He grinned breathlessly as he watched you, amused. Then he began to unbuckle his pants.

“Go on. I have something for you.”

He gently turned you around and you heard his pants fall to the ground. Then his hands were beneath your dress again, caressing you, up your thighs to your lower back. Smoothly running over your skin. Then you felt one hand withdraw as he pressed the tip of his cock against you. You gasped lightly and felt him guide you down, leaning over the bed, his throat pressed against your shoulder.

“Remember this?”

“Fuck, yes,” you said.

He teasingly ran his tip between your legs.

“You can’t wait much longer, hm?”

“Just fucking give it to me, Lukas.”

With that, he slipped partially inside of you, drawing a gasp. You could feel him grinning into your ear.

“Like that?”

“Oh, god,” you whimpered.

“I’ll give it to you. You’ve waited so long.”

He slowly pushed his entire length inside of you. You let out a loud moan.

"That's good. Let me hear you."

He took his time as he thrust slowly in and out of you, beneath the hem of your dress, his hands firm on your hips.

“There you go,” he breathed. He skillfully slipped your dress over your head and dropped it to the floor, running his hands along your back. He planted kisses on your shoulders as he rhythmically pulsed in, out.

“I fucking missed you,” he whispered.

"I missed you," you groaned.

He turned you around to face him. His face was flushed even in the darkness. Something glimmered in his eyes. He looked more serious than you had ever seen him. He kissed you, deeply, then slowly lowered you onto the bed and climbed on top of you. He hovered there, inches above your face, looking deep into your eyes.

“I could be good for you,” he said. “You could be good for me.”

“You don’t know me.”

“Really? Then how's it possible that I can make you feel this good?”

You laughed breathlessly, then sucked in your breath as he slid his fingers between your legs, moving in slow circles. You squirmed beneath him, feeling his eyes on you, watching your every movement.

“You deserve someone to make you feel good,” he murmured.

You pushed into his touch, head rolling back. Then you grabbed the back of his head, burying your hand in his hair.

“Fuck me,” you whispered.

Wasting no time, Lukas’s hand slipped away. He grasped his cock and pushed into you again, hungry this time, powerful and urgent. You bucked against him, crying out in the dark hotel room, no one to hear you but him. He groaned into your ear, suddenly without words. His fingers dug into your skin as he fucked, hard, taking back every second of lost time. Finally with a strangled cry you felt him shudder inside of you, muscles tensing all at once, then releasing. He shook slightly as he lowered himself down, pulling you to him. He cradled your head against his damp chest.

“I need you here,” he said, brushing back your hair. “Right here.”

You lightly kissed his neck, his chest. He angled your face up and planted a tender kiss on your lips.

“But it’s not up to me, is it?” he said with a small grin.

“I’m here now,” you said, curling against him. “That’s all.”

It was late, and Roman’s townhouse was dark when you got back. You carried your shoes through the house and to the bedroom. Roman was there on the bed, still fully clothed, the TV flickering over him. He watched you enter the room with a knowing smile.

“Hey,” he said in his light singsong voice. “How was your night?”

You slid onto the bed, barefoot. Roman sat up and crossed his legs, putting the TV on mute.

“Do you really want to know?”

“You look good. Your hair is a mess. Looks like it went well.”

“Yeah. It went well.”

He stroked your forearm with one testing finger.

“Why don’t you tell me about it?”

You looked straight at him.

“Seriously?”

“Try me.”

Taking a deep breath, you began.

“Okay… well, you probably saw him leave. I waited a few minutes and went out after him. He texted me the address to his hotel, so I got a cab and went downtown.”

“How did you get in?”

“He left a key at reception.”

“Ooh. Classy. What next?”

You hesitated.

“Come on. You won’t get in trouble.”

“I let myself in, and it was dark. He was in the bedroom waiting for me.”

You heard Roman swallow, but kept going.

“I went over to him, and he slid his hands up my dress. He really didn’t waste any time talking.”

“Did he say anything? Anything at all?”

“He asked if you knew I was there.”

Roman drew in his breath. He squirmed on the bed, leaning back against the pillows.

“Uh-huh.”

You lie back on the foot of the bed, crossing your hands over your chest.

“He used his tongue first. He didn’t even undress me. Just lifted up my dress.”

You heard Roman slowly unbuckle his belt. A slight whimper as his hand slid down his pants.

“And you were right about his dick. He’s huge. He teased me first. Wouldn't give me the whole thing. I think he knew how much it annoyed me.”

You could hear the soft grunts issuing from Roman.

“Then he started getting sentimental. Said we’d be good for each other. I told him to shut up and put his cock back in me. Then he really and properly fucked me. He felt almost angry.”

“Uh-huh?”

“Hard. Very hard. But afterwards he was soft. He said he wanted me to stay. But I didn’t."

"No?"

"He knew I would come back to you.”

A small groan. Then a low “fuck.” Roman sat up, hunched over on the side of the bed, his hair askew. He stood up, adjusting himself as he headed to the bathroom. He leaned over you, face flushed, hair askew. He kissed your forehead softly, then grinned down at you.

“When are you seeing him again?”

#may I present... some more freaky shit #succession #lukas matsson #lukas matsson x reader #lukas matsson/reader #roman roy #roman roy/reader #roman roy x reader

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itsbackwoodsbby · 5 months

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A/N: confession- pretty sure this was wrote the beginning of this year… like february/april. went through a lot. never forgot it though. revisited it a lot to read what i had. just never finished … here it is … nov. 22nd at 3am. removing the cobwebs and putting it for the world to see. hope you guys enjoy it. definitely not proofreading this, so excuse the errors.

ICU

Yahya Abdul Mateen II x Black Fem Reader

Warning: Smut! Unprotected Sex! Dinking (Recreational)! Swearing!

Summary: Yahya and you used to be together, until you both realized that you were better off as friends. You start dating again and none of the guys are really for you. a lonely night in your apartment makes you realize that Yahya might be one.

Inspo: ICU by Coco Jones

you come into your apartment and place your purse on the counter and take off your heels. you head to the kitchen and make yourself a very strong peach margarita on the rocks. after you make the drink, you trudge to your living room and sink deep into your couch, replaying the date in your head. he was an hour and thirty minutes late. he got loud with the waiter for getting his food wrong. the waiter was new and scared. so our waiter changed to a waitress and he starts flirting with her for the whole ass night. you groan and start face palming.

there’s no way you go out with yet another asshole. get it together y/n.

“alexa, play icu by coco jones.” you blow out, very upset with yourself.

she follows your command and the music plays.

you close your eyes. the cadence of coco’s beautifully crafted voice fills the room. you get up and look at the night sky and admire the stars. they looked so delicate in the sky. then, you were startled by a pair of hands wrap around your waist as you felt lips on the nape of your neck. you know who it was without turning around. it was him. but you don’t fully know if it’s him. you turn around to face this man and you were right.

yahya… the one that got away. you guys met through mutual friends who were trying to hook you guys up. a few weeks later, you two started dating. he was amazing. he called you every day to check on you, random flowers, occasional dates. sweetest guy ever. then, he got busy with work and you got busy with work, the two of you barely saw each other. slowly, texting each everyday went to no text for many many weeks. so you two decided with your busy schedules to just be friends.

as you two were facing each other, you don’t speak. just admire each other. you start to think how the hell you went this long without this man. his warm embrace and his touches were the best thing ever in this world. you two dance together to the song. your head resting easily on his chest his arms. you haven’t been this relaxed in a while.

as soon as the song goes off, yahya disappears. you open your eyes and realize you were only daydreaming about him in your lonely apartment. the condensation of the glass now soaking the couch. you shake it off by finishing the rest of your drink and heading to the bathroom to shower. you start playing your shower playlist and get inside. when you turn on the water, you let a sigh out and let the water rain down on your body and lean on the wall.

your thoughts travel to the first time you shower with yahya. you close your eyes again and he’s back in the shower with you. he hold you tightly and you reciprocate the same tight embrace. you look up at him and kisses his chest. he smiles at you and kisses your forehead. then somehow, you pinned against the shower getting dicked down by him. you’re grabbing onto to the shower curtain, screaming, because the pleasure is so unbelievably amazing. he just chokes you and plants his soft lips onto yours to quiet you down. you’re on the verge of coming. he goes deeper and hits your spot until you’re creaming all on his dick.

then… he’s gone again.

y/n … don’t do it. fight it. you don’t miss him. it’s just the alcohol and that horrible ass date.

you try to repeat it to yourself in the shower as you wash your body. you get out the shower, get dressed into this, and do your nighttime routine. when you get done, you go into your room and decide to write out the things you have to do tomorrow. trying to be productive and organize. afterwards, you scroll on instagram and the first post yahya. at a dinner party with your two mutual friend, leilani. they were cuddled up together… and not in a friendly way. your emotion start to show and you’re jealous. you sighs and lay in bed and try to go to sleep. but no matter what, you started feeling him cuffing him, making you miss him more than you think you actually think you do. you sit up in bed and look at the time. 1:30am. finally breaking and deciding you need to talk to him, you grab your phone and a cardigan to wear. heading to the living room, you grab your keys and glasses. you’re heading to the door and you open it and see yahya was about to knock on your door.

“uh… hey y/n.” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “i know it’s late and all but i just really need to talk to you.” you touch his chest and tap him. just to see if he’s real. he chuckles, “are you okay?” you sigh out, “yeah.” you giggle, kind of embarrassed. “this night has been crazy.” you say. “come in. make yourself comfortable.” you say moving out of his way so he could come in.

he comes in and you two sit on the couch staring at each other. “so. how have you been?” he starts off. “i’ve been good. started back writing.” you say. “and yourself?” you add. “that’s good. i’m amazing. finishing up filming with leilani. it’s been really fun.” he smiles really hard. “that’s good.” you say, trying to cover your jealousy. you don’t think he catches on to it but he chuckles, “what’s up?” he asks and you give him a confused look. “what do you mean?” he shrugs a bit, “you just said it dryly like you’re jealous or something.”

you laugh it off but he was spot on. he could always tell your emotions. and you didn’t know if you hated it or loved it but now… you definitely hated it.

“anyways yahya. what are you here for?” you asks him, trying to avoid the question. he breaths in, “y/n … i miss you.” you look at him and you’re super speechless. “what do you mean?” you stumble out somehow. “look… i understand we didn’t have time for each other at one point of time. but i really like you. hell i love you. i can’t even get you out my head.” he says. “you love me? what about leilani?” you ask him and look down. “what about her?” he looks at you confused. “aren’t you two together?” he chuckles and it turns into a laugh. “no, we’re not. it’s just for the movie.” you look down kind of embarrassed. “oh okay.” you smile at him and giggle. “i miss you so much yahya. with everything that’s being going on… it showed me how much i miss you. how much i need you. us breaking up was a mistake. i love you too.” you say, as it feels like 100 bricks has been lifted off your shoulders.

you both admire each other again. eventually, you shy away and look down because you both have been staring too long at each other. he lifts your chin up and caresses your warm cheek with his thumb.

“don’t break contact.” he says, looking into your eyes, more like your soul.

you just nod your head and look at him. eventually, the two of your lips collide with each others. this feeling right here is what you missed. after the kiss, you two catch up with each other some more. with a bottle of wine and some music, the conversation starts to get a little sensual.

“yahya… when is the last time you had sex?” you ask him boldly out of nowhere. he laughs, “well uh, i haven’t had sex since we broke up.” he places his glass down and eyes you down. “did you give my pussy away to someone else?” you astounded at the way he reworded the question, “wow, uh way to throw me off guard.” you giggle. “nope, i didn’t give your pussy away.” he smiles at you, “good girl.” making you bite your bottom lip. “mm … let me put this wine up. it’s a little warm.” you say and head towards the kitchen.

you open the refrigerator and place the wine in there. you close it and before you can turn around you feel those muscular arms wrap around your waist. you smile. his hand begins to fumble with the trim of your romper and his finger starts brushing against your clit. you remove your body from the romper and turn around to face him. he licks his bottom lip, letting you know, it’s about to go down.

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷ (resume spot)

the time was now 2:30am. the room was filled with skin clapping and moans and groans. you looked back at him. it’s crazy how you were just scared to make eye contact with him a few minutes ago, but now you’re looking back at him with the most sluttiest, lustful eyes. making him know, you want more and he gave your more. a little too much more. you grab his chest and slowly trailed down to his stomach to slow him down a bit. however, he just grabbed both your arms and pinned them to your back.

“fuck! yahya, please it’s too much!” you cry out as he smirks at you. “baby girl, i know you can take this dick.” he grunts out. you sigh and bury your face in the pillow and moan into it. he smacks your ass, “i want to hear you, y/n.” you jump up a bit and bury your face into the pillow again. he shakes his head, “well, you put this one on yourself.”

he pull you up from the pillow by your hair. your back is now on his stomach as he digs deeper inside your pussy. your moan resume filling up the room as you relax your head on his shoulder. he kisses your neck and pulls your waist closer to his, making sure you don’t run from this dick. you grip his muscular arms and dig your nails through them.

“oh! oh! fuck! baby, i’m about to cum.” you squeal out. “cum on this dick, baby. he kisses your neck as you clench tighter and tighter around his dick.

you wet his waist down with your orgasm. you fall back on the the bed and try to relax as he was still fucking you. it wasn’t as aggressive. your throbbing pussy was bringing yahya closer his nut as he hovers over you, planting wet kisses down your back and giving you slow deep strokes. a few seconds later, he pulls out and cums on your back.

“shit, i really needed that y/n.” he says as he smacks your well bruised hand printed ass. “lemme go get you a towel.”

he goes to your bathroom, runs some warm water on two rags, and comes back and cleans his mess off your back. you arch your ass up to stretch like a cat. yahya spreads them cheeks to clean your pussy up from the wet mess you have, but gets distracted by your glistening pussy. he smirk. you look at him.

“oh, no. you’re not eating my pussy again.” you say, but you wiggle your ass at him. he touches your clit and rubs it slowly with his thumb. “oouu, shit, baby. i just said no.” you saying, but both of you already knew you wanted him to eat it again.

he starts having a full blown make out session with your clit. you couldn’t do anything but hang your mouth low and push his head closer to your pussy. he grips your cheeks and spread farther apart from each other and licks up and down. you close your eyes and bite your lip.

“mhm, baby. just like that.” you nod your head and start grinding your lower half into his face.

he grabs your waist and pull you even more closer to him, burying his face in your pussy and starts shaking his head in between your cheeks, getting his nose wet in the process. you couldn’t understand how you just fed this man your pussy almost an hour ago and he’s still eating this motherfucker like he’s hungry. your clit starts to pulsate, meaning it was time to cum again. you sigh as you cum in his mouth this time. you flip on your back and watch as he gets the semi-cold rag. he barely puts it on you, yet you still jump up.

“too cold. too cold.” you hiss out and he laughs. “you want me to just lick the mess up?” he jokingly says. “yeah.” you say laughing.

you didn’t think he would take it serious since you laugh, but he did. you let out a moan and he chuckles and comes up to your face and kisses you sloppily while let you taste yourself on his lips and in his saliva.

“see how good you taste, mamas?” he says after the kiss. “yes.” you smile, giggling at him. you two cuddle for the rest of night and watch the sunrise in the morning and making up for the time lost. then eventually, you both go to sleep.

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luvring · 1 month

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hi!! I’m not the anon who rq’d the ais falling in love with reader/mc but I would love if you could do a similar post for vere! big fan of when smooth talking pretty boys catch feelings and get mad about it…

VERE FALLING IN LOVE

gn!reader | here we go everybodayyy!!!

gaining vere's genuine affection and trust is tricky. you can entertain him, you can flirt, he can help you out or make deals, but seeing the 'real vere' takes work

so more than the others, there's a big danger of it getting messy. you could think it's going fast, but it could all be undone just as quickly if you step over a line or push him too far too fast

anyway. a lot of distrust in the beginning. obviously. he isn't surprised by this either. somehow, he says, you'd be just as dumb to trust him as you are not currently trusting him. you might think this doesn't make sense but it does

take him somewhere new, or try something new. he knows the city much better than you, so you have to think outside of the box. you aren't going to wait in a long ass line to get into that restaurant, you're going to make the meals yourself or sneak your way in. take him to a place that he's never gone because he thinks it looks and smells like shit, just because you heard a band was going to perform. go around daring each other to do things. maybe it all ends terribly, but vere tells you that it was enjoyable anyway (but let him pick the place next time, he's really questioning your taste)

if you're not much of a daredevil or thrill seeker, more just someone whipped going PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE that's fair. it works for softer or fluffier ideas too because he's not used to that, is he! say Let's go on a picnic with what few things i can afford, and we can draw each other, sit down and enjoy the sun on a roof or something. just ask him if he wants to grab dinner. nothing crazy or weird, you just want to go get ? pasta

^ with your luck something crazy happens, probably because of the guy you're with. vere apologizes after (doesn't really mean it) but, maybe to his surprise, finds himself endeared by your exasperation and looks forward to next time

scratches head. i was like why do i feel like i've thought these thoughts before. Um. my vulnerable vere headcanons. everyone feel free to check those out. truly because they fit here and i don't want to repeat them all LOL.

some other moments... standing up for/protecting him. he says he doesn't need you to help him, but you roll your eyes and say you want to, so shut up. no one should talk to him that way, y'know.

giving vere a genuine compliment too. saying his hair looks especially nice when the sun hits it, or that despite being an annoying asshole, you really enjoy his company and you're grateful you know him. he doesn't know what to do. he glitches a little. know that he'll be thinking about it for a While.

vere falling in love is threats growing empty, taunting pet names growing endearing, letting you touch him rather than the other way around, helping you when he gains nothing in return, sudden serious reassurance or advice, secrets and vulnerability he hates all exposed to you

like in the vulnerable hcs, whatever sets your relationship off the deep end for a while is probably some involuntary exposure. fear, regret, dread, an expectation of such.

the messiness of it all.....vere is avoidant, but he can be more aggressive, and won't falter as easily as someone as mhin for example. (sorry mhin. both of these guys may want genuine connection but mhin's emotions feel... more raw? more willing, more hopeful)

^ if he mocks you for thinking it meant anything, you need to say more than a "fuck you, you liar," to catch him. his walls are higher, he's been here longer—you have to hit hard. but also ?? Somehow not Too hard. he can kill you in the demo after all. and you're too close now for him to think of killing you (which is incredibly annoying to his avoidant brain), but he might do some (emotional?) damage he'll come to regret later.

the others notice quickly when they see both of you in bad moods and avoiding each other. i don't put it past leander to try making a joke like Where's vere? The both of you usually show up together, lovers' quarrel? and then going ...! Ah.

you might want to talk to ais, honestly. he already expects you when you walk in. and you try to ask for help and he's like. ? you sure you need my help, sparrow? i'm pretty sure you know what he's doing just as well as i do.

so kind of fruitless but hey you get a complaint buddy who fr gets you! he wishes you luck (you'll need it)

if/when vere falls in love it's Serious. he doesn't just open up to anyone. You are Not Just Anyone. This is it. he didn't think he'd let this happen, think it could happen, yet here you are. the level of trust and loyalty he has with you is .??!?! off the charts.

if you doubt how much he cares about you at this point, vere is genuinely confused because ?? After Everything? He knows you're smarter than that.

he really isn't trying to invalidate you though. he does his best to reassure you and remind you of all the things he'll only do for/with you!

Saying I love you? ............. guh

vere thinks about how he dealt with his feelings before, and he realizes he needs to get himself together because he doesn't want to project and hurt you again. < feels guilty for ages if he knows it hit deep

.. i just remembered his blushing smiling sprite while talking about ais and the luvring in me wants to think about vere taking that step before you. R U JOKING really go look at that sprite again. R U JOKING.

sigh. yeah yeah feels ooc leave me alone. ok. he's scared Because of what happened with ais. you tell him you love him and you stare at each other and his tail is unnaturally still and he tries to play it off. you tell him he doesn't have to say it back and he laughs because of course you're being annnoyingly (/affectionate) understanding even now

moving on. what if . established relationship with vere where you say "i love you" and he says "of course you do" and when you hit his arm and complain about him hating you he rolls his eyes and kisses you and says of course he loves you too.

and it's with a nickname like love you too, darling. love you too, hon. whaattt who said that ?!

what if vere is actually sooo whipped and gets mushy when he feels super safe and happy and while he's being doted on. his tail wags and his ears flick when he hears you and he can't believe you were gone all day, leaving no one around to give him attention Guys let's think about this. you compliment and kiss him and he tries to act annoyed but leans in because Who is Vere to Reject Attention From You. vere who's so endlessly amused by and in love with you that he keeps grinning while you banter with each other. who blushes when you kiss his nose and tell him you love him before finally getting out of bed. RAAHH!!

well. whatever. btw feel free to hold whatever he said and did during the messy break over his head. Fair Shot. like oh, might i remind you that you trapped me against a wall and pointed out a deep insecurity i shared with you because you were scared and angry, vere. You're going to deal with putting on these stupid matching outfits or else i'm getting back-up.

guys i'm being so serious about the affectionate vere thing. Walk with me. please. somebody walk with me....

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harrywavycurly · 1 year

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Okay hear me out for a moment…imagine you dated Eddie in high school and it was just a mess the two of you were just better off as friends but right when you two break up when you’re a little over eighteen you find out you’re pregnant. So now you have to co parent with Eddie but fast forward a few years later and the two of you have gotten into a great routine, your daughter is about to be four and you work at Family Video.

Steve who met you when you came in to fill out a job application has always thought you were cute, like the man goes full on heart eyes every time he sees you. He had no idea you were Eddie’s ex until one morning Eddie came strolling in holding the hand of a little girl who Steve knew immediately was yours because she had your eyes but Eddie’s unruly curly hair. That’s when it all clicked in Steve’s brain, every time you talk about your ex you’ve been talking about Eddie Munson who Steve already kinda sorta shares custody of a group of kids with.

Now Eddie may be an idiot but he knows enough about Steve to know that he has a crush on you, he can tell by the way his cheeks get all red when he’s just looking at you. Eddie doesn’t mind, he thinks dating someone might be good for you because all your “free” time is taken up by Family Video or the occasional girls night with Nancy and Robin. While he might not like the idea of Steve getting to be around his daughter when he’s not there he has to admit Steve is a good guy and also he knows you can handle yourself, a trait he already knows has been passed down to your very headstrong daughter.

You on the other hand are oblivious to the fact Steve has a crush on you, Eddie teases him about his red cheeks in front of you but you’re too focused on restocking the shelves or helping your daughter pick a new bedtime movie. You’ve known Steve for a while now, of course you think he’s cute you may be out of practice with the whole dating and flirting thing but you still have eyes and can appreciate a handsome man when you see one. You just assume he’s nice to everyone and that might have a little soft spot for you because of your co parenting situation.

It’s not until Eddie drops off your daughter one Sunday evening and asks “so has Harrington made his move yet?” that you begin to replay the last few months in your mind and Eddie just laughs as he watches your face go from confused to flustered. “If he hasn’t then you might have to do it for him.” Eddie adds as he hands you your daughter’s backpack. “Has she eaten?” Of course you change the subject because you honestly don’t know what to say and thankfully Eddie is in a caring mood and drops it and answers your question just as your daughter runs past the both of you and into the house so she can go greet her teddy bears she’s missed over the weekend. “I know it’s not my place but…Steve’s a good guy,” you just stand there as Eddie turns to head back to his truck. “See you Wednesday.” He says over his shoulder and you just give him a small wave as you stand there on your front porch holding a backpack as thoughts of Steve Harrington fill your mind.

“No way…” is all you say to yourself as you turn and head inside so you can begin your daughter’s bedtime routine and put the idea that Steve has feelings for you to the side because if he had a crush surely he would’ve said something by now right?

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hugmeimtouchdeprived · 1 month

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Ghost!Johnny Original drabble

Thought I'd post the original drabble that I posted a couple months ago but deleted it for reasons.

But I kinda like it, so posting it again! It was just the rough idea for the fic and the story will still be changing in the future.

Content warning: MW3 (2023) major spoilers

Original drabble | Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

She always takes the same train to work and back. Maybe she works at some library or bookstore.

A normal life. Boring, even, she oftentimes thinks to herself. Going about her routine, day in and day out, nothing ever changes. Doesn't even have the time to hang out with family or friends as much as she used to. Maybe something happened, maybe she doesn't even want to be around people right now.

Until weird things start happening around her, everywhere it goes.

It starts at the train station. Feelings of being watched. But it's busy during the weekdays, there's a lot of people around.

Looking around, that's all she sees. People minding their own business, going about their day. She thinks she sees a dark figure in the corner of her eye, staring eight at her, but when she turns to look, it's gone. Maybe she's just being paranoid.

But it happens again a few days later. And the day after that. And soon it's an everyday occurrence, both in the morning while waiting for her train and in the evening, when she arrives on the platform and leaves the station.

And soon, it's not just the train station, it's happening at work. The feeling of someone staring at her, a cold shiver up her spine. Shadows in the corner of her eye, disappearing when she turns to look. Books falling from shelves randomly when nobody's around. The pen she left on her desk in the backroom? She, eventually, finds it on the floor under the couch on the other side of the room.

And then, blah blah blah, weird shit keeps happening, and she keeps coming up with excuses for it.

It starts happening in her home. Things aren't where she's sure she placed them; the kitchen sink keeps turning on. A dark figure following her around. She sees it when she wakes up in the middle of the night, staring at her from the corner until she rubs her eyes and it's gone. In the bathroom mirror while she's showering. Hell, it's in every reflective surface; windows, the TV when she turns it off and the screen turns black.

Ok, maybe there is something odd going on here.

But she's not scared. Maybe she should be, and it does spook her in the beginning. I mean, who wouldn't gasp and jump a bit when they're taking a nice, relaxing shower, and suddenly see someone staring at them for a split second?

But she gets used to it. It becomes her new norm, in a way. The thing - she doesn't know what it is, and calling it a ghost doesn't feel right, even if that's probably exactly what it is- never does any harm, after all. It follows her to work and back, watches her from dark corners. Sometimes it might throw down a book, or some papers from her desk. Once she watched her mug slowly move, across the kitchen counter, as if being pushed, and shatter on the floor before she could catch it. She scolded the air quite harshly as she cleaned up the mess. It never happened again after that. (Or maybe it does happen, when she brings home a date or just some friend who happens to be a guy...)

Other than what she figured out were supposed to be some sort of pranks, or maybe just trying to get her attention, the thing was harmless. She starts talking to it, as if to another person. Just telling it about her day, complaining about that one coworker who just won't leave her alone and always finds reasons to scold her. Sometimes she might talk about the cute guy who came in at work and flirted with her - she doesn't see the shadow for the rest of the day. Huh, maybe she said something it didn't like, or it got upset when she turned off the TV.

And then it becomes clearer. In a literal sense, that is, it doesn't clear up her confusion at all.

As the weeks and months pass, the dark shadow starts to slowly resemble a human being. It's blurry, and she still can't catch a proper look at it, but she swears on her life it's starting to look more and more like a human man. A tall one, at that. Sure, it was tall before, towering behind her in her reflection before she blinks, but the more human it looks, the more its - his? - size shocks her, somehow. And not only is he tall, he's muscular, and looks almost as if he's wearing some sort of military gear. She swears she can sometimes see a glimpse of blood running down the side of his head and neck.

Weeks and months pass by. At least it's making her life more interesting, that's what she wanted, right? But the questions are endless in her mind. Who is he? Why is he following her, making himself at home in her apartment? Even more morbid questions, like how did he die, was it painful, was it quick, what does being dead feel like?

And she does try asking him sometimes, trying to get to know more about her new "roommate", but he never indulges her. Won't even tell her his name, although she's not sure if it's because he doesn't want to, or because he simply can't. (After she asks, in the bathroom of all places, a bar of soap falls onto the floor.)

And that's just how things go in her life now, apparently. Sometimes she thinks she might just have lost her mind, that she's imagining things. I mean, there's no way she's being haunted by some ghost, she doesn't even believe in that kind of stuff, or at the very least is a bit skeptical.

Not that she can keep denying the reality of it for long, it feels too real to be just a figment of her imagination. So she accepts it as a part of her life now. Not that she could do anything about it, anyway; she tried begging and pleading for him to just leave her alone in the beginning. He left her alone for all of two days before coming back.

Is she's gone from home for a long time, maybe visiting her family for the holidays or going on a little trip with a friend?

She'll come back to her flat, and to say the place is a mess is an understatement. Nothing seems to be broken, thankfully, but her clothes have been thrown onto the floor, same with any pens, papers and such that were on her desk, the candle in the living room has been knocked over. Brat, she thinks to herself as she spends the rest of the day cleaning it all up.

And then there's that one night. She wakes up and it's still dark and quiet outside. It takes a moment for her to realize in her half-asleep state that something's off, and even longer to realize just what it is.

The unmistakable weight of another human being lying behind her in the bed, their arm thrown over her waist, chest pressed up against her back.

The panic settles in slow. She doesn't dare turn around and look; this is just a dream, right? A nightmare, maybe. But it's cold, both the air around her and the person behind her.

She squeezes her eyes shut tight as she considers her next move. She could probably bolt, jump out of bed and run out. Grab her phone from the nightstand if she can, find help. She could try and fight them, but who knows if they're armed or not. Going back to sleep and pretending everything's fine is not an option.

So she chooses to do possible the dumbest thing she can in the moment. She's going to turn around, carefully, to see just who's in the bed with her. It takes her a moment to calm her breath and prepare to possibly run or fight the intruder.

She turns slowly, just in case the person is asleep and she can avoid waking them.

She turns, and there's no one there. The cold weight disappears into thin air, like it was never there. Her eyes close and she takes a deep breath, telling herself it was some fucked up dream that just felt too real. She has been stressed out lately, more so than usual, so it's not that out of the question that it would start affecting her in different ways. She promptly chooses to ignore the still cold to the touch indentation on the mattress beside her. It was just a dream, after all. Right?

Thank you for reading!🌷

#cod mw x reader #cod mw3 spoilers #ghost!soap #johnny mactavish x reader #johnny mactavish x you #cod x reader #john soap mactavish x you #johnny soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #soap x you #cod mw3 #modern warfare 3 #drabble

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pixelm0on · 7 months

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Admit it pt2

Pt1/Pt2

Had to get this out of my head. In my zoro era for no reason.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and weed, f!reader, suggestive, smutty but softly, zoro has an active imagination.

*Pls forgive the mistakes English is not my 1st language sorry if it’s not great I’m pretty new at writing smut sorry*

He couldn’t tell you when this started, and it really wasn’t a problem most of the time… but as you sit right in front of him, your hair framing your face just the right way, smug look on your face after a cheap joke… he was in trouble. The slight shift in his sit barely noticeable by both your friends and his was a desperate try of looking unbothered.

He couldn’t tell when or even why it started at all but he can’t seem to forget every little image his brain comes up with. Painfully detailed flashes of you. Worse… flashes of him with you. Fuck sake. He swore up and down, at every single one of those flashes, it wasn’t a problem. It’s not like he was lying at first either... God

The first time you just moved your leg a little slower, your skirt laying a bit too high, and his mind immediately wondered how soft you would feel, how warm your skin must be… he might have stared a bit too long wondering how pretty you would sound.

It's not a problem he kept trying to convince himself. To be fair it really wasn’t, he took a sip of his drink, shook the thought away and you went back to look just like you did before. No more wondering for a while, until the next movement. He never gave it too much thought. Or at least he tried not to.

Get a grip

It works most of the time. If only you didn’t wear that top today he might have been fine. Why does she have to move like that? Just the way you sat down left him lost in his thoughts, head tilted, looking you up and down. Trying to focus enough be cool it’s fine

“You are staring” Nami piped up next to him. He fixes his pose after giving her a stare.

“Distracted not staring” he pointed out. Or tried to.

You flirt back to the cook, one of your little jokes apparently, zoro knew he wouldn’t be jealous, why would he? But he didn’t really expect to think about how you taste simply because of the way your half lidded eyes fell on the cook’s. His mind betrayed him producing images of those eyes on him as he drags his… He sips his bottle again trying to distract himself, the alcohol inevitably making it harder and harder.

C’mon man get a grip

His poor brain banging against his head. You were friends why would he be wondering how pretty you’d look under him? How could he even begin to lose himself in the thought of your sweet voice breaking for him? He couldn’t. This is dumb

Sadly for him tonight his imagination was going into overdrive. Maybe it was because both your friends and his are becoming closer and closer and from one night a week to three was messing with him. He refused it. Maybe tonight you just looked better than usual? He refused that too…

"you OK?" shit The music is loud but he could never miss the hypnotic sound of your voice, he mouths some form of confirmation and you go back to smiling. His mind betrays him once more. If you could see into his mind he was sure you'd never talk to him again. His arms tense at the vision of your hair wrapped around his hand as he fucks you into his bed.

He literally needed to walk away from the table after the last one. Am I going insane? Why can't i get it out of my mind today? he not So secretly stole one of sanji's cigarettes and headed outside. I'm probably just too drunk. Just need some air. Easy.

The air did help believe it or not. He picked up two bottles before joining you guys back at table. He drops one in the middle of the table disrupting the game going on, keeps the other to himself. God he should have looked around a little more before he sat. His instinct took over, sitting right in front of you. Oh fuck The sight of you might be too much for him. The way you lean on the table leaves your low cut shirt in perfect view for him, and as if that wasn't enough, when he finally focused away from your boobs he gets to see the way your back moves as you prop yourself up, and the way your tongue runs across the joint you hold.

The pictures swirl in his brain, your eyes staring back at him for a second just intensifies his sudden crave. He almost loses it when he sees your smug look that no one else seems to notice. He should be trying to play it cool but his mind won't give him a break. As he slides down in his sit, eyes trained on you as you prepare to light it. He could only hope no one talked to him because the only thing on loop in his brain is how much he wants to break you. The image of wiping that smug look of your face, making you beg for him.

" 'm gonna fuck you till my name is all you can say pretty girl" he mumbles grabbing your hair pulling slightly. His chest fully against your back, tongue sliding on your neck...

"zoro... Zorro..."

"Oi zoro" he snaps out of it, a hint of blush in his cheeks "you good?" your voice sweet as can be contrasting with the smirk on your lips. Does she fucking know?

"yeah why?" he chugs his drink and you just smile.

Fuck. The cook was fucking right.

#pixelm0on #my words #zoro x you #zoro x y/n #zoro x reader #zoro smut #zoro fluff #one piece x you #one piece x reader

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welcometomyoasis · 1 month

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MOOT GAME: " make up a trope for your moots and their biases. doesn’t need to be romantic. can be crackfic/funny. ^ㅇ(๑>◡<๑)ㅇ^ "

hi anon! aww this is fun and also my first moot game!!! please send me more haha i love moot games 🤭 okay sadly i can't write one for all my moots (sorry guys!) but here it is:

@wonijinjin

gigi and joshua would be the friends to lovers trope 100%. they would be so soft with each other. when they are together, they don't know other people exist. they are in their own little world. joshua would definitely confess while gigi is pulling him around the city to take photos.

"shua? isn't the scenery just so pretty?"

"you definitely are..."

@brownsugarbaybee

kari and scoups. sugar baby and sugar daddy trope. i'm actually thinking the cocky CEO and flirty COO/ lawyer trope. they literally flirt all the time. it's so sickening to the point it's adorable and fun to watch.

"sooooo cheollieeee... can i call you that?"

"well princess, it depends... what kind of deal can you offer me?"

@heavenfilm

heaven and jeonghan/ minghao. with jeonghan, i see heaven having some kind of co-worker rivalry to lovers thing going on. the two of them are just so cheeky and fun loving.

"jeonghan, you're just so infuriating! why do you always have to go against everything i say?"

"idk, it's fun to see you so worked up. but you know, it's funny how my actions get you so riled up. do i really have such a big effect on you?"

with minghao. there would be a softer vibe going on. they might meet while they are travelling and would click over their appreciation for other cultures.

@haecien

cien and minghao/ jun. okay. these three are a trio in school for sure. cien and jun are the loud, rowdy, screaming duo while minghao is the quiet friend who is so damn tired of his besties' behaviour.

"MINGHAOOOOOO LOOK A CATTTTTTTT!!!!"

"MEOWOOOWWOWOOWWWW!!!"

"FOR THE LAST TIME CIEN. JUN IS NOT A FREAKING CAT. AND JUN! STOP INDULGING CIEN!"

@weird-bookworm

sky and vernon. meet cute but make it a weird staring contest. they are on opposite ends of a store. they randomly look up and their eyes meet. they just continue to stare blankly at each other with wide eyes until one/ both of them begin to slink away backwards (the eye contact never breaks). suddenly, both of them start screeching at the same time.

"... 👀...... DFUJAKDSLDLLL"

".........👀...............AHSIAKDAALDLLLL"

@slytherinshua

zanna and ? this woman has too many loves. zanna's trope would probably be one of those imaginary ones where she's transported to a world where all her biases are in the same room and are completely in love with her. zanna's dream?

"SHRIEEEEEEEEKKKKSSS. WHY ARE YOU ALL HERE? AM I DEAD? AM I DREAMING?"

@wheeboo

rania and seungkwan. probably a really soft trope? maybe a meet cute in the rain where seungkwan forgets his umbrella? it's love at first sight. seungkwan begins rambling (while also stuttering) because he's taken in by rania's beauty.

"doyouwannagogetcoffeewithme? i mean it's the least i could do since you're sharing your umbrella with me. thank you for that by the way. i should have known it was going to rain, but then i didn't and that's maybe not a bad thing because i met you.... souhmcoffeeeeee? you can say no?"

"seungkwan! of course i'll get coffee with you!"

@nonononranghaee

hafs and scoups. for some reason, i see the two of them running around shooting paintballs at each other. maybe they are on a professional paintball team?

"COUPS??? I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU SHOT ME. AGAIN. THAT'S GOING TO LEAVE A MARK. I JUST BOUGHT THIS SHIRT."

"I'LL BUY YOU A NEW ONE. NOW SHHHHHH. YOUR SCREAMING IS GOING TO GIVE AWAY OUR POSITION!!!"

@babyleostuff

natalia and mingyu (i'm sorry idk if mingyu is your bias? or is it wonwoo?). anywho, either way, i'm thinking something related to dark academia. like when natalia and mingyu/ wonwoo work at a pretty library housed in a victorian castle.

"we just got the new books! do you maybe want to spend the rest of the day reading them with me by the fireplace? we can make it a date?"

"i thought you would never ask. it's a date."

#letters for shu ✏༝༚༝༚#shu's moots ᰔᩚ #anons ✮⋆˙#🥲 sorry i wanted to do more but i'm out of time

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the12thnightproject · 2 months

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@echoes-in-the-forest asked: Mr. Tiger of Kai and Mr. Good of War, I need your help. There's this guy I really like, but he won't give me the time of day because he's... Let's just say obsessed with his work. And maybe his boss. What can I do to get him to notice me? I think I'm just a caterpillar in his eyes. Do you have any tips? Please help! 😭 Yours truly, A sad caterpillar

Dear S.C.,

Angel, please, take my hand towel to wipe away your tears. There is nothing more painful to me than seeing someone cry. Now, breathe, take a step back and assess your situation. First, the man. If someone is obsessed with their work, there is likely a reason behind it. Most people do not work to the exclusion of all else-

[Lord Shingen, are you acquainted with the definition of irony?- Moderatelyawesomeninja]

[I am not obsessed with my work to the exclusion of all else, Sasuke. I play as hard as I work. - Takeda Shingen.][In fact, you do, Lord Shingen. I expect the Mitsumono have finally infiltrated the depths of the Azuchi Gazette and the report is ready? ~ Naoe Kanetsugu]

As I was saying, Angel, discover why your blind-to-you hero works too hard. Perhaps he is working in support of an important cause or ideal. Do you also believe in that cause? Do you admire him for doing this work? If so, see if there is something you can do to help this cause as well. Having a common cause to talk about may help him see you as a person, rather than as a caterpillar who is interrupting the work.

[Caterpillar… Lord Shingen, I fear this particular caterpillar may be interrupting the work through means far more devious than you think. ~ Naoe Kanetsugu]

Is there simply too much work to do? Offer to help take some of the burden off, by perhaps acting as a scribe. He may begin to value your presence. However, Angel, only do this if he is truly overburdened and only if you have the time to spare. Do not undervalue your own time and your own interests.

[Yes. Go sit in the corner with your writing kit. ~ Naoe Kanetsugu]

Another possibility is that the object of your interest has indeed noticed you, but doesn’t want to notice you. If that is the case, he is simply working overtime to avoid being with you. You then have two options. One, don’t let him avoid you. Be around him until he can’t help but interact with you. Or two, give him what he thinks he wants, and let him be driven mad by your absence.

[DON’T GIVE HER IDEAS ~ Naoe Kanetsugu]

Does he feel that he has some kind of obligation to his boss? That is a harder obstacle to overcome, because he might see interruptions as bothersome. If that is the case, wait until he is not working, and try to get his attention then. At this point you might be asking, ‘how?’ Make him think that you are interested in someone else. Now… normally, I would not advocate this kind of deception, however, in these kinds of cases, a little shock value goes a long way. Find a willing partner, someone who would be happy to pretend an interest in you (might I suggest a rather tall tactician who also is more than happy to flirt for a cause), and make sure that the object of your affection notices you with this new person. If he appears to be jealous or distressed, then congratulations, it is working.

[Lord Shingen, the report was due yesterday. ~ Naoe Kanetsugu]

If however, he doesn’t notice, or seems to be happy for you, then well, perhaps there is something more to the boss-obsession.

But don’t be sad, Caterpillar. It might seem this way now, when you are in the midst of these feelings, but there are other men in the world, men who would be willing to treat you as the butterfly you will someday become. Just… look around. Comfort might be closer than you think. Much closer.

Tiger of Kai

sad caterpillar cocooning self in soft silk someday butterfly

[Cousin, did you perhaps doodle a poem on my response? - Takeda Shingen]

[I may have read the letter and become inspired by it. -Yoshimoto]

[These writers come to us for advice. Your poem is not advice. - Takeda Shingen.]

[Is it not? Did I not convey the exact thing you did, in far fewer words? Note, we both suggested Sad Caterpillar will become a butterfly - Yoshimoto]

[Can we not… mention… butterflies? - Moderatelyawesomeninja]

This is not all that Art of Love has to offer. Check out @lorei-writes for the God GOOD of War’s answer to your question.

Note: text from Kanetsugu provided by @lorei-writes

#art of love #ikemen sengoku #fanfic #ikesen shingen #shingen takeda #ikesen kanetsugu #kanetsugu naoe #ikesen yoshimoto #ikesen sasuke

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seasonsbloom · 2 years

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congrats on 500! very much deserved ☺️ i want to get my ask in early for…..fake dating with bradley. i feel like he’d oddly get really into it, man is a showman thru and thru

♡ pairing ; rooster x female!reader

♡ wc ; 1.2k

♡ warnings ; a creepy dude tries to hit on you?, mentions of alcohol consumption

♡ note ; thank you so so so much for requesting jordan :(( you're so right!!! if this was longer, i definitely would have gotten into rooster pulling out all the stops. that man would buy couple looks for him and his fake girlfriend, change my mind.

The guy is there again.

You spot him across the bar the moment he comes in, so attuned to it by now that it’s all you do. Like there’s some kind of radar newly installed inside of you. You look for him around corners and in supermarkets and especially at night when you do the five-minute trek from your job to your apartment in the dark of the night, only intercepted by flickering streetlights.

It was fun in the beginning when you met him at the bar: A bit of harmless flirting, a few winks, a number scribbled on a napkin. But then you didn’t call him, too busy and too shy and honestly not interested enough, and suddenly it wasn’t all that fun anymore.

Suddenly, it got scary. Every time you arrive for drinks with your friends, he lingers somewhere at your periphery. By the toilets, by the jukebox, by the pinball machine. Always keeping an eye on you. Always glowering, always nursing a drink, only disappearing outside for periodic breaks and then coming back reeking of cigarettes.

It’s not like he ever does anything, and so you’re too embarrassed to tell your friends about it, to ask them to change locations for your Friday post-work drinks, when the Hard Deck has been a firmly cemented part of the routine for years. What if they laugh at you? What if they think you’re overreacting? What if they tell you not to act like the whole world revolves around you, not to be so full of yourself that you think any guy that looks at you in crowded bars might be a stalker?

So nothing really bad has happened - but the fear is there. Lodged firmly in your chest, sinking its ugly, icy claws into you at every turn. The fear that something could happen, something really, awfully, truly bad. You don’t want to end up on Dateline.

And tonight, you’re alone. One of your friends just canceled, citing a cold, and the other two are stuck in San Diego’s rush-hour traffic. So you’re alone at your usual table in the corner, in a new dress that suddenly seems too short, fidgeting with the glass of gin and tonic in front of you, drawing shapes into the condensation that do nothing to calm the racing of your heart.

You glance at the guy again, just to gauge how far he is from you. But when you spot him leaning against the wall, he’s already looking at you. Your eyes meet, and ice-cold, instantaneous panic trickles into you.

Oh god, you think as he pushes off the wall, as he grins at you, oh god, no. That wasn’t intentional. Oh god.

He pushes his way through the crowd, and you look around, frantic, both hands gripping the table’s edge, heart in your throat, eyes burning, and then… You spot a flicker of something colorful.

“Rooster!”

You rise half out of your chair, waving frantically.

Rooster turns around, genuine confusion on his face. You remember him vaguely from a drunk night a month or two ago when your friend’s friend Phoenix introduced her fellow Naval aviators to you. He’d been nice enough, a little absent-minded, drinking beer and bobbing his head along to Springsteen tunes. Wearing the same fading Hawaiian shirt.

Mostly, you remember his face from a rather embarrassing, rather steamy dream you had about a day or two later. What can you say? The mustache might look like it’s jumped right out of a 70s porno, but it sorta works for you.

Which makes you seriously worry about your taste in men, but that’s beside the point.

He raises an eyebrow but comes over anyway. Smiles at you. Says, “Hi.”

“Hi,” you answer. “You remember me?”

Rooster nods. “Phoenix’s friend, right?”

And then he even repeats your name, and it shouldn’t matter, but it sort of makes your heart stutter. You wish you could indulge in the giddy feeling, in the oh my god, he remembers me of it all, but over his shoulder, the man is still approaching, something unreadable, something dark, something frightening on his face.

You don’t know what you look like, but Rooster’s brows furrow as he looks at you.

“You alright?”

“I…” You pause, wonder if maybe you’ve read too many romance books, wonder if you’ve watched too many Hallmark movies, but then you think fuck it, who cares, whatever. “The guy behind you… he’s been bothering me for some time now.”

Something like anger crosses Rooster’s face. His mustache trembles a little bit.

“Did he hurt you? I can…”

“No, nothing like that, just….” You shrug, suddenly helpless. “Can you… I know this sounds insane, but will you just pretend to be my boyfriend? Please? Only for like five minutes….”

Your voice starts trailing off towards the end of the sentence. Nerves set in, tingle up your spine, turn your insides liquid. God, this must be the worst idea of all time. You don’t even know Rooster, can’t explain why you’re asking him this.

Just… There's something about him that makes you feel strangely, inexplicably safe. You want him to stay with you a little longer.

Rooster’s throat moves as he swallows, looking down at you with something searching in those brown eyes. That gaze almost makes you squirm on the spot.

And then suddenly, Rooster’s arm is sliding around your waist, his nose is buried in your hair, and he’s whispering, “Sorry for not asking first, I’ll stop touching you in a second.”

In your chest, your heart flutters like a robin. You don’t even want him to stop touching you.

He withdraws, turning both of you to face the guy. He’s stopped just a step or two from your table, brows furrowed over dark, glinting eyes, an expression on his face as if he’s just bitten into a lemon. Your first instinct is to shrink back, to hide behind Rooster, but he gives your waist a reassuring squeeze.

Suddenly, it’s not so difficult. Suddenly, you don’t feel so afraid. Not with Rooster there.

“You got a problem, pal?” Rooster asks, and you can feel the echoes of his voice rumbling in his chest.

The man’s eyes flicker towards you just for a second, then he looks back at Rooster. Seems to gauge his chances. Deem them relatively low.

He shrugs, jerks his head, disappears into the crowd.

You let out a shuddering breath, letting go of all that fear that’s been building for weeks, that’s been weighing you down more than you’d like to admit.

“Thank you,” you whisper, stepping away from him, leaving the circle of his arms reluctantly. “That… I’m sorry. But thank you. You helped me so much.”

Rooster throws another glance in the direction the man disappeared in, something vigilant in his eyes. Then he looks down at you, and the steel in his gaze dissolves. Eyes, once again, like molten chocolate.

“No worries,” he says, smiling softly. “I’ll leave you to it.”

You nod dumbly, watch his retreating back as you slowly sink down into your chair again.

And then Rooster stops, halfway to the counter, turns around, says your name.

Once he’s sure he has your attention, he smiles, almost bashfully.

He delivers the killing blow, the thing you’re sure you’ll think about for years to come, that will crawl beneath your skin, into your bloodstream, and settle there, live there, grow there.

“I’ll be your boyfriend anytime. Real or fake.”

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