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rexxdjarin · 3 months

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A Twisted Fantasy

Commander Wolffe x F!Reader One Shot

Summary: Wolffe is a little (a lot) pent up and he knows only one way to truly unwind until he can get home to you. Word Count: 2k Chapter Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ RATING, dom!Wolffe (is there any other kind lol?), p in v sex, light bdsm themes and spanking, male masturbation reference Notes: I was inspired by our boy finally posting tf up in the trailer🤍 crossposted on ao3

My head is fucking pounding.

Wolffe thought.

Probably atmospheric changes bothering my eye again.

As their transport hurtled through hyperspace back home to the Triple Zero, he was truly just thankful to be on solid ground and in breathable air. On extended tours like this, Wolffe was always on edge and testy. He missed the comforts of his barracks back home. He missed nights off at 79s with his brothers. Most of all, he missed her.

It had been so long he could barely detect the scent of her on the panties he kept from his last time with her. So many long rotations of burying his nose in them hoping they’d help him get off. Though, it was less and less satisfying the more he messed with them. With his mission completed and his squad probably recharging in the mess, he probably had time to ease his tension the best way he knew how.

Wolffe switched off the nav he was only casually following their course on and stood up. He glanced around the room only finding it filled with the men who should be on duty tonight. With a curt nod, he turned on his boot heel and left the room.

Tension pricked up his spine as the anticipation built up for his favorite night time activity. Well second-favorite. He reasoned with himself. As he marched down the hall toward his quarters, he scowled the way he always did when he needed to signal to his men to leave him be. The few he did see as he passed by clearly got the message, as they did nothing more than salute formally and go about their business.

Good. He could only wait so long to take the edge off.

His fists clenched so hard that his knuckles cracked beneath his gloves as the thought of her seeped deeper into his mind. How she blinks up at him like a tempting little vulptex when she wants him. The soft petal colored lips he can kiss whenever he wants to quiet her bold mouth. The wafting floral scent that drenches him in her for rotations afterwards. He fucking needed her.

He shook himself from his daydreaming as he approached his quarters. Urgently he entered his chaincode and stepped inside, sealing it shut behind him. He let his shoulders sag and tipped his head back, sighing dramatically at the relief flooding him already. In a flash, he set his helmet on his equipment crate and shucked the rest of his armor onto the floor beside it, stripping himself down to his black bodyglove.

His muscles screamed with overuse and the ache behind his eyes became even more noticeable without the excess weight of his helmet on his head. He eased himself down into bed and slumped into his pillow. The rest was soothing, even on the shitty excuse for a mattress they were all given. In a few moments, he was finally comfortable again.

Although, as the post-mission tension he had been feeling subsided, the overwhelming urge of sexual frustration rose to take its place. His body had already decided this was impossible to ignore, his cock hardening between his legs with every second that passed. The dull ache gave way to the familiar loaded throb that he’d come to welcome in his adulthood. It grounded him and gave him something to look forward to when he returned from a mission.

He sighed with satisfaction as he peeled down the waistband of his bottoms and let his now uncomfortably stiff cock fly up. He let out a huff, wrapping his hand around the base and giving it the gentlest tug to get himself started. The mission, the stress, the pain all melted away as he began a slow rhythm he liked.

His mind wandered and thoughts of her poured in, like they always did. One dirty little thought in particular began forming. He couldn’t remember if he had dreamed this once before or if it really happened, but it excited him either way…

Her body splayed out on his dark gray sheets, the fabric pooling around her waist and hiding just enough of her breasts to keep things entertaining. He always loved how she looked from behind for obvious reasons, but from this vantage point above her he felt powerful. She looked so unsuspecting and helpless, like prey just waiting to be pounced on.

His cock twitched and bounced with excitement from above her, knowing mere moments from now he’d get to fill her up with it. She looked back at him almost in desperation, her eyes begging him more than her words ever could.

Wolffe chuckled sadistically, slowly easing himself down to press his chest to her back. She keened for him, her back arching to brush skin to skin the way she craved. She turned her face hoping he would give her the mercy of a few fervent kisses, but not tonight. He couldn’t. His cock was throbbing so hard it hurt.

He leaned closer, pressing featherlight kisses up her shoulder blade to the side of her neck. Grunting and swearing as he let his hips grind against her ass. She felt so good against him, her skin so soft and warm receiving him as he brushed himself against her lewdly. Teasing himself was torturous, but he enjoyed a little of that now and again. Certainly drove her crazy though.

Each roll of his hips brushed hers deeper into the mattress beneath her and massaged her clit perfectly. The sound of her gasping and whimpering for more only made him want to go faster. Her hands reached back to grip into his curls and the tugging at his scalp made heat course down Wolffe’s spine like nothing else.

Fuck. He swore, countering with a love bite in the crook of her neck that everyone would see in the morning. She moaned and pulled tighter making his skin erupt in goosebumps at both the sensation and the sound of her pleasure. She trembled beneath his weight, probably already close to cumming from the friction alone. She was like that when he was gone for a long time, anything he did made her insatiable and it made the sex unreal.

He suckled deep hickies into the thin skin around her jaw and teased her mercilessly as she moaned pitifully for him. He didn’t care. He was impatient and in control and he needed her wet, so she could take all of him easily. He rutted his hips between her cheeks over and over again, holding his hands around her ribcage to hold her steady beneath him.

Wolffe kissed up to her ear, his hands slotting into the dip of her waist to hold her as he slowed his grinding. “Are you ready to take me, darling?” he muttered softly, grazing the shell of her ear with his teeth. “I won’t be gentle, but I can’t wait anymore.”

She mewled pathetically, “I’m ready. I need you. Please, Wolffe.” The sound of his name in her little desperate moan made him snap. With a kiss to her shoulder, he lifted himself back over her and spread her thighs apart. Sticky warmth coated her inner thighs and he groaned as he slid his length through it with ease.

His eyes fluttered as he prodded at her entrance, the head slipping through and splitting her open as he followed through. Wolffe hissed, her heat searing pleasure through him instantly. He snapped a few shallow thrusts to part her walls around him and she cried out moans that would keep Wolffe stimulated for years.

As her walls enveloped him, he started his grueling rhythm, his hips plowing into her as deep and as hard as he could. He growled in satisfaction, the burning heat swelling in his lower belly sending him into a frenzy. “You take me so fucking good.” He capped his compliment with a swift smack to her ass.

She swallowed her cries, curling her fingers into his sheets and nodding vigorously. “Always, Sir. Always.” She raised her hips, giving him a better angle, which he took immediate advantage of. He wrapped both his large hands around the small of her waist for better leverage and shoved himself deeper inside her.

“Awwh, that’s a good girl.” He gritted his teeth, her grip on him tightening markedly at his claim. “So fucking tight I can barely move. You missed me, haven’t you? Need me to come home and open you up just like this.” He laughed, letting his strokes shorten as he rocked into her a little harder.

“Mhm. It’s not the…same…without you, Sir.” she muttered, turning to scream into the mattress as he sped up. Wolffe shifted to curl his hands into the nape of her neck and turned her head away from the muffling covers of his barracks bed.

“Ah ah, let them all hear you say that, darling.” He curled his hand into her hair and twisted it around his wrist, pulling just enough to feel good. “Give me a little something to be proud of.” he huffed, the exertion admittedly starting to get to him too. His skin was boiling hot, a sheen of sweat coating his entire body as he slipped against hers. Her ass bounced against him, slapping against his thighs as he pounded her into the mattress beneath them.

“Fuck me, Wolffe.” she begged, her hands frantically searching for grip as he hit a spot inside her that made her scramble. “Right there, again. Harder…I can take it, Commander.” she baited him, rolling her hips back into him.

Wolffe dropped down to rest on his forearms and let himself press his body into hers. She writhed beneath him as his cock speared into her at a lower angle. Her walls fluttered around him and Wolffe knew from experience she wouldn’t last much longer. He groaned lowly as his own orgasm began creeping up on him too.

He bit down on her shoulder and let his hips drive as fast and deep as he could manage. “Know just how you like it, filthy girl. Fast and rough. Let me do whatever I want to you…” he grunted between exerted exhales as he kept up his pace. Her moans got breathier and she nodded in agreement. “Let me ruin this little cunt for anyone else but me.”

She cried out a pitiful “Yes.” Wolffe felt her muscles beginning to tense and her walls collapsing around him. His throbbing cock was suffocating inside her and he shuddered as pleasure began its slow trickle down the length of his own body. He could no longer control the snapping of his hips, the air in his lungs or the strength of his bruising grip on her perfect body.

His ears filled with the delightful repetitive “Yes, yes….yes, Wolffe…fuck, yes.” Her soft curves and sweat-slick skin pressed against his, her walls trapping his cock in her warmth, her face frozen in permanent ecstasy as the high crashed into her. He pressed his forehead into her shoulder and pulled her hips into his as he locked in, shuddering from head to toe as the crest of his own orgasm dragged him under.

His groans died in his throat as he emptied each spurt of pleasure inside her. He lost count of how many times he shot molten hot ribbons into her heat. He panted, the overwhelming pleasure leaving him so delightfully and completely spent. He collapsed on top of her, rolling them both over to cuddle her close while he regained his ability to breathe.

Wolffe let his large palm rest on the soft plush of her lower belly, just over where he’d filled her completely full of him. She was already asleep, far too tired to stay conscious after something as intense as they usually were together. He’d hold her close and keep her safe, even if she wasn’t awake to experience it, for as long as she needed him…

He blinked away the haze of orgasm and came to with a mess on his hands. With the headache and all the tension completely gone, the pull of sleep was inevitable, finally. He cleaned himself off and laid back into bed, knowing that by the time he woke up in 0600 hours he could make that fantasy a reality all over again.

notes: hi I love him your honor I will probably add taglist and upload to ao3 later but I just wanted to get this posted bc im excited about it.

#commander wolffe #commander wolffe smut #commander wolffe x reader #commander wolffe x you #commander wolffe nsft #the clones #the clones smut #the bad batch

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starchaserdreams · 5 months

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My fics on AO3

Alright, so I deleted my AO3 account a few months ago (thinking I was done with this) and orphaned all of my works. Well, now I deeply regret that. But I have collected as many of them as I could find here for anyone who's interested.

Jegulus/Starchaser

Temptation Eyes (Now Complete!) - My Jegulus Regency AU. Completed, being posted one chapter twice a week. James enters the London season hoping to find a wife. What he finds instead is Regulus Black, and he never looks back. But as implied by the era, it won't be easy for them. Background wolfstar, shown as a different approach to a queer relationship in the regency era.

Get Regulus Out - 82k, Rated M, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Working Through Trauma, No War/Riddle AU, background Wolfstar, background Marylily. James tries to convince Regulus to leave Grimmauld Place as Sirius once did, and save himself from his parents.

How to Spot Signs of Jealousy - 4k, fake/pretend relationship, mutual pining, miscommunication. After Regulus gets fed up with people asking him out because of his family name, he and Barty agree to fake date. For some reason, James Potter seems livid...and Regulus can only guess that it's because he's homophobic. That's got to be it, right?

But Where's Regulus - 1k. James on laughing gas after getting his wisdom teeth taken out and talking about how much he likes Regulus

Waking Up Slowly - 2k. James wakes up in bed with Regulus in the Gryffindor dorm, something Sirius might not take kindly to.

I've Read Your Book - 1k. Two one shots based on the same premise: Writer!James didn't even know Regulus knew about his book, let alone had read it, but Regulus comes up to him and says "I've read your book" aka the most exciting words of all time to start a conversation for a writer.

Little Ball of Fire - 1k. Regulus gets into an argument with Snape. Regulus begins threatening him, so James picks Regulus up and carries/drags him out of the room before anyone gets hurt.

Prongsfoot/Bambibelle

What's in a Name - 5k, Soulmates AU, secret crush. In a world where soulmates exist and can identify each other by the feeling they get when they say each other's names, it's pretty easy to identify who your soulmate is. But for Sirius and James who only call each other by their nicknames, it takes a while to finally know.

The Bachelorette - 15k, mutual pining, Bachelorette AU. Sirius and James are both cast as contestants on the Bachelorette. Although their stated goal was to woo Lily and capture her heart, they don’t quite manage it. They fall for each other instead.

A Real Marriage Under Wizarding Law - 6k, mutual pining, fake/pretend relationship, drunken shenanigans. Sirius and James get a quickie drunken marriage in Knockturn Alley. When they wake up in the morning, they decide not to get it annulled so that they can save Sirius from an arranged marriage.

The Only Transfer Students to Ever Come to Hogwarts - 9k, arranged marriage, hijinx, angst with a happy ending. Sirius is upset to learn that not only does he have to transfer to a new school, but his parents have set up an arranged marriage for him. James assures him that's impossible, but Sirius knows his parents don't make empty threats. (Written for Prongsfoot Bingo)

The Smell of Water - 4k, Amortentia, idiots in love. Sirius and James argue about what they're smelling without realizing that there's Amortentia in the room. When Sirius realizes, he becomes a whole mess about it. (Written for Prongsfoot Bingo)

Wolfstar

Wolfstar Microfics Theme: Love - 8k, a collection of 22 microfics themed around love

6x James Found Out, and 1x Harry Did - 10k. Six ways James could have learned about Sirius and Remus' secret relationship, and one way Harry could have learned about it. *This is specifically ATYD fanfiction, and it's set in that universe.

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burning-omen · 7 months

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Kinktober day 5: Gun Play + Steven Grant

Steven Grant x SHIELD agent!Male!reader

Kinktober 2023 List | Day 1 | Day 6 | Ao3

Summary: After taking a day off, you finally get to go home to your boyfriend, Steven.

(a/n: I MISSED YESTERDAY AND IT SHATTERED MY SOUL INTO A MILLION PIECES IM SORRY I WAS TIRED AND I FORGOT)

Warning: Guns, mention of reader killing and being shot at, reader is close with Nick Fury kinda, oral, hand job, surprisingly gentle sex, obedient Steven Grant, soft top reader, Steven talks to Marc but that's not really a warning I just wanted yall to know that my bbygrl was mention in this fic

Words: 2k

SHIELD has been sending you all over the world as of recently, you didn't complain, you knew your work was important, and the amount of trust you’d gained from Nick Fury came with a lot of off-the-books missions, mostly investigating SHIELD itself. You'd asked from a break, at least a day or so, to get your gear together after you gun, which has been through many, many mission, jammed on you mid encounter. It was embarrassing, luckily the only other people who saw it happen were either dead or in maximum security prison serving life.

Your boyfriend, Steven, wasn't home when you got there, mostly likely at work, or maybe Marc was out on his a mission. Either way, you waited for him.

In the meantime, you decided to finally take care of your gear, you'd brought all of the supplies from SHEILD headquarters before coming home, setting up at Steven’s desk, and moving the book he had lying on the table and a couple of papers into a neat stack. You started with your boots, scrubbing them, changing the insoles, making sure the outsole wasn't damaged beyond a bit of wear from years of use, then setting them aside.

Moving on to your vest, you picked out the metal fragment from the various bullets that had shattered on impact, replacing the aramid padding that- even though it has yet to show signs of any extreme damage- was starting to wear. The bruise on your stomach was proof of that, the vest stopped the bullet from piercing skin, but didn't lessen the impact as it hit you. You sighed, knowing that Steven was going to fuss over it the second he saw the festering bruise.

You moved on to you knives, still pretty sharp, but not as sharp as they should have been. Using the lanksy puck that you definitely were not supposed to take to sharpen a them. Carefully putting them back in their sheaths and reattatching them to your utility belt, which sat in a duffle bag with both your uniform and you newly repaired vest.

Finally, you moved onto the main event, you gun, which was still jammed, turning the safety on before completely disassembling it, staring at the pieces of your revolver on the table. You didn't worry to much about the the bullets, they'd be gone by your next mission anyway.

You took your time with this one, getting into every nook and cranky, blood, dust, and built up metal from the bullets, just a bunch of little things. Reassembly was purely muscle memory, your gun looked and felt brand new. You took the ammo out and dry-fired the gun, it sounded a hell of a lot better- and the hammer dropped without interruption, jam officially gone, you reloaded the gun and sat it on the desk.

It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, letting the tension slip from your shoulders with a sigh, practically melting into the seat, finnaly able to relax.

And as if he somehow knew that you were officially off duty, you heard Steven fumble with the lock, seemingly dropping the key, a small swear leaving him, before he unlocked the door. He walked around silently for a while, setting down his bag and heading to the kitchen, muttering to himself, or more likely Marc, as he was asking questions about the morning, what they ate for breakfast and where Marc had left the book Steven had been reading before bed.

It took him maybe five minutes to walk back there. He walked straight past you, not paying any attention and b-lining to the bed, to be fair, it was late and Steven wasn't exactly the most observant. You loved him though, so you let him lay there for a moment before calling his name.

He practuscally jumped out of his skin, getting caught in the mess of blankets for moment. Steven was on you faster that you thought was possible. Damn near tackling you, the chair surprisingly holding both of your weight and Steven situated himself in your lap, his legs drapped across yours.

“You're back! When did you fly in?” he asked, a wide smile on his face.

“About three hours ago, where’ve you been?”

He groaned, flopping down against you, his head on your shoulder.

“Job hunting, again.”

“What happened to the uh, what was it, the library, right? I thought you were having fun over there?”

“I was, but they cut the budget and I was new so they dropped me.”

“Aww,” you cooed, running your fingers through his hair, “poor thing.”

He sighed, enjoying the contact after nearly a month apart.

“What about you, I thought you weren't supposed to be back for another two weeks?”

“I wasn't, but..” you grabbed you pistol off the table, you finger on the trigger even though the safety was on and you had no immediate target, “My gun jammed and I asked my boss to give me a day off in order to fix it,”

Stevens's eyes were glued to the gun as you spoke, appreciating every little detail and crevice it held.

You knew about Steven’s affinity for guns, well, you and guns, guns alone did nothing for Steven, but when you held them...

He got quiet, glancing at you only to see you staring back at him with a knowing look on your face.

“Im flying back out tomorrow..”you pointed the gun downward, nudging his legs open with the tip, he complyed without any hesitation. “…i was thinking you and I could-”

“Yes!”

You stared at the man for a moment, almost bewildered before remembering that you've been gone for nearly two months and he's probably been thinking about this since the day you left.

You hummed before saying, “Get on the bed, lay on your back, I want to see you.”

He grinned again, practically running to the bed, shrugging off his jacket and leaving it on the floor, laying down in the bed, hardly able to keep himself still.

You sat at the desk for a short moment, completely removing the ammo from the gun, double checking it to avoid any incidence, then walked over to Steve, who was practically vibrating in excitement.

Kneeling between his legs, you commemorated the image of him, so happy to be fully and utterly yours, to memory.

You pointed the gun on his chest, digging the tip into his shirt, watching his reaction intently, he ceased all movement, staring down at it, taking in the weight on his chest.

“Breathe, Steven.” you said when you noticed he wasn't.

He let out a long, shuttered breath.

“You know I would never hurt you? Right Steven.”

“Oh course..”

“Good, “ you slid the gun down, feeling where his ribs ended and sturdy muscle began. Stopping just below his belly button.

“Strip, slowly, I want to see you.”

He complied easily. Hands shaking as he unbuttoned his shirt, slowly, just like you demanded.

“That's it, good boy..”

Shrugging the shirt off his shoulders, then moving down to his pants. Fumbling with the belt, getting it just before you could offer your help, he kicked his jeans down until they pooled on the floor below.

You stared at him, taking in his smooth skin and every sculpted muscle that you had no one but Marc to thank for.

Running the tip of your pistol lower and lower, running it over the growing tent in his underwear, he shuttered, a light gasp passing his slightly parted lips.

Dragging it across his waist, then down his thigh, Steven watched the gun just as intensely as you watched him. You let your finger hover the trigger, he swallowed hard.

You moved suddenly, lifting the gun to his head, right between his eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut, breathing hard, he never hid how he felt, not with you, he felt like he didn't have to, or more accurately, he couldn't. You were an agent of SHEILD, you were trained to see through lies.

Moving your hand down ever so slightly, pressing the gun against his lips.

“Open.”

For the forth time tonight, he obeyed. Taking the tip in his mouth, then more, sucking and licking like the gun could feel it.

The effects it had on you were innumerable.

You hummed softly, adjusting your grip. You watched him, he seemingly never got bored, the imagined danger and thrill perpetuating him, eager to please cold steel.

You tugged slightly, and he let it go, lips wet with saliva.

The way he looked at you, his eyes low, cheeks flushed, breathing like he'd just run a hundred miles.

“You're being so good, Steven, so obedient. You must have really missed me..”

He nodded rapidly, “I missed you, I missed you so much-”

You shushed him, “I know, I know. I shouldn't have to leave you here, all on your own, I should be here to protect you at all times..”

He nodded along- you both knew that he didn't need the protection, but fuck it kept you here he’d be your damsel in distress forever.

Rubbing the wet tip down his chest, then right above his cock, tapping the trigger, watching him flinch at every move. He watched so intently, his breath shaky and loud, you were unpredictable, yet he couldn't wait to see what you did next.

Nudging the tip of the gun past the elastic waistband of his underwear, pulling them down.

Steven couldn't stay still, his brain and body running a million miles an hour. Slowly, you sunk down between his legs, your gun pressed right up against the center of his chest. You knew the position would get uncomfortable soon, so you decided to make this as quick as you could.

“Don’t move.” he didn't nod, or talk, just immediately playing along.

Taking your free hand, you guided Steven's hard cock, shiny with pre-cum to your mouth.

He was always sensitive, but your tongue had hardly even pressed the tip of his cock before he was a whimpering, whining mess. Hs adrenaline was spiked, of course he was more susceptible that ever right now. Taking him as deep as you could, feeling him press against the back of your throat. His hands balled into the bedsheets bellow, nearly tearing them in his hands.

Running your tongue on the underside of his cock, then swirling it around the tip, never taking your eyes off of him. His little whines growinh louder and more desperate.

You pulled away when you felt him start bucking into your mouth. Taking a short moment to wipe your mouth of both spit and pre cum.

You lifted slightly, wrapping your hand around his now perfectly lubed cock. Stroking him nice and slow, soft moans falling from his lips.

He whined your name over and over, obedience and his composure, the latter of which was had been already hanging on by a thread before you ever put your mouth or hands on him, waining. He loved nights like these when you were gentle but still so very obviously in control.

“Y/n- y/n, I'm so close, please, Love, please-”

You tightened your grip on the gun, pressing it harder into his chest, he moaned at the feeling.

You never sped up, watching him build up the his orgasm nice and slow, and when his mouth fell open in a long moan and his eyes squeezed so tightly shut you're sure he was seeing stars behind them.

Then- you squeezed the trigger. Nothing came out but Steven gasped hard like he’d been hit. His hips twitched up into your hand, cum pouring out all over your fingers. Even when that stopped, his orgasm still seemed to flow through him, his body drawn tight as he came down.

“Y/n..” he panted, “you're good, so good-”

Dragging the gun down, right into the pool of cum at the base of his stomach, then bringing it up to your mouth, licking it off.

“Come on, Steven, we're not done..”

#x male reader #male reader #male!reader #kinktober #male s/o #x male!reader #kinktober 2023 #steven grant x male reader #steven grant x male!reader

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faerybones3 · 3 months

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The Many Delights of Detention

Sebastian Sallow x f!reader (MC)

Sebastian helps you search for something you need, but he’s a piss poor look-out

wc: 2k

ao3

tags: aged up characters, friends to lovers, sebastian is a pining idiot, suggestive making out, fluff, “un”requited love

If one were walking through the faculty wing of Hogwarts during this crisp autumn day, they would not notice anything entirely out of the ordinary at first glance. However, if they were to do a double take, they would most definitely notice the frustrated mumblings of a certain witch who was currently ransacking the private office of Professor Onai.

“It’s got to be around here somewhere,” she mumbled to herself, casting a hushed revelio before continuing her search.

Sebastian Sallow, who was walking nearby and had slowed his footsteps when he heard her, peeked into the office. He leaned his weight against the doorframe, an amused smile touching his lips as he watched her, completely oblivious to his presence.

After another beat or two, he cleared his throat loudly, and she nearly jumped out of her skin before she turned around, eyes wide.

“Sebastian, you twat,” she said in a loud whisper, relieved to find him instead of the angry teacher she had been expecting. “You scared me half to death.”

He chuckled. “And just what are you doing ransacking a professor’s private office?”

“Looking for something,” she said distractedly, continuing her search.

He waited a moment before making a gesture with his hands that said, “and what would that be?”

She glanced at him again, “Weasley gave me this field guide two years ago and I’ve been trying to find all the pages because they sort of . . . scattered all around the school.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Garreth?”

“No, you idiot, Professor Weasley. It’s supposed to help me catch up on my work load.”

He nodded absently, his mouth forming a little “o.”

“Why would you have to break in somewhere to find one though? Doesn’t make much sense to me,” he said, eyebrows now furrowed.

“I don’t know, Sebastian,” she said, slightly irritated at not having found the page yet. “But you have no idea how hard it is to find the bloody things,” she continued, her words descending back into exasperated mumbling.

He stood there watching her for a minute, amused at her frustration, and decided if he was going to be an accomplice, he might as well keep a look out for teachers.

She cast revelio once again and then seemed to finally find what she was looking for in a tall bookshelf on the far side of the office.

“Aha! There you are, you blasted thing,” she said, hurriedly grabbing the page that had seemed to appear out of thin air and stuffing it into a large book she had pulled out of her school bag.

Sebastian looked out into the corridor as he heard faint footsteps from somewhere down the hallway.

“Perfect timing, someone’s coming.”

She cursed and grabbed his arm, pulling him into a tall armoire situated next to the large bookshelf and closing the doors softly behind them. The closet, though effective at hiding them, was not made for people to stand in and was a very tight fit. They were nestled up against each other, her chest brushing his and her hands still gripping his forearms. Sebastian tried his hardest to picture Leander Prewett in his mind’s eye so as not to focus on the hips that were currently pressed flush against his own.

“Quite cozy in here,” he whispered, stifling a chuckle.

She lifted her arm and he thought she might smack him, but she just pressed her palm against his lips to quiet him. He realized that someone had just entered the room they were in and he had almost given them away. Footsteps could be heard outside the cabinet, moving around the room.

In an attempt to shift his weight from one foot to the other, Sebastian accidentally rustled the coat hangers above his head.

The witch’s eyes widened as she realized what he had done and she animatedly mouthed “I hate you” at him as the footsteps neared the door to the cabinet, no doubt having heard the clatter.

The doors opened and Professor Onai looked at them with a look of surprise, then disappointment on her face and she took in the sight before her.

“It is always you two, isn’t it?”

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Sebastian put down the book he was reading and gazed up at the witch who sat across from him in the Slytherin common room. She was deep in her own book, and he took the stolen moment to admire the contours of her face, the curve of her lips and the way her tongue darted out to lick her finger before she turned the page. It drove him nearly mad; she drove him mad. He had been desperately in love with her since their fifth year. He was initially intrigued by her when she burst into the Great Hall during the sorting ceremony, as everyone had been. But once she had boldly introduced herself to him in the Slytherin common room, he knew he was done for. Her quick wit and easy banter excited him and made it hard for him to keep up with her, but he was never one to run from a challenge. He supposed it also helped that she was devastatingly gorgeous.

Throughout the last two years, he had been following her around like a lost puppy, eager to help her on her many expeditions around the highlands surrounding Hogwarts in the dead of night. They had grown unbelievably close, picking fights with Dugbogs and raiding lingering poacher camps. They always seemed to make a game of it, keeping count of who could free more beasts. She was perhaps the person he trusted most in the world, other than Anne and Ominis of course.

Deep down, he knew he was a pining fool, as she had never given any indication of reciprocating his feelings to his knowledge, but he would do anything to be close to her, even if that meant he could never cross that boundary of friendship for as long as they lived. He was putty in her hands, and he didn’t mind it one bit.

Her eyes rose to his, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“What are you looking at,” she said playfully, kicking his foot lightly underneath the table.

He smiled at her, but before he could come up with a witty response, he heard Ominis’ voice from across the room. He sounded groggy and looked as though he had just woken up from a nap. He was making his way over to the pair.

“Don’t you two have somewhere to be?”

“Oh Merlin, I forgot,” said the witch, hastily rising from her spot on the couch and snapping her book shut.

“I still don’t understand why you didn’t just explain what you were doing in her office. You easily could have gotten out of this detention, you know,” Ominis said, sitting down in the spot she had just risen from.

“I know, but I couldn’t let Sebastian go all alone. He might just die of boredom without me there to keep him company,” she said, earning an eye roll from both boys.

They gathered the rest of their things and bade farewell to Ominis before heading in the direction of the divination classroom.

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Their detention assignment was no less than what they had expected. They were to polish trophies in the trophy room without using magic for an hour or two. Professor Onai had left a while ago, seeming to trust them to get the job done without needing to be supervised. She told them before she left that she would come to collect them before dinner.

Sebastian sat, grumbling to himself, attempting to polish a particularly grimy trophy.

His detention partner sat next to him, diligently polishing her share without complaint. He watched her as she worked, her nimble fingers sweeping gently over the gold and silver. He found himself wishing he were that quidditch trophy in her hands, being polished until he shined. She wouldn’t need to do much, he would already be shining just from her touch.

“Someone’s got a staring problem today,” she said, not looking up from her work.

He flushed crimson and tore his eyes away from her.

“Sorry.”

She looked up at him and smiled, reaching out a hand to touch his knee gently. His breath hitched in his throat at the contact.

“I’m just teasing.”

He grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

When she went to remove her hand from his knee, his own hand shot out to cover hers. His eyes widened a bit at his own boldness, but the way she was looking at him now had him not caring in the slightest.

As he looked into her eyes, he saw a glimmer of something. Hope? Desire? He didn’t know why, but he found himself moving closer to her from his seat on the floor. His heart was pounding so loudly against his ribs, he was afraid she could hear it. His face now dangerously close to hers, he looked at her with a silent question in his eyes. Her brief glance to his lips was answer enough.

His body moved of its own accord, one hand moving to tilt her chin up. As their lips met, she grabbed the collar of his shirt and tugged him even closer, deepening the kiss. He slid his tongue along her bottom lip and she eagerly opened for him, exploring his own mouth with her tongue.

Sebastian’s free hand moved to fist the hair at the nape of her neck and she let out a breathy moan. He smiled against her lips, silently vowing to himself that he would do anything in his power to pull those noises from her lips whenever he could. Releasing her chin, he tugged on the front of her robes and she slid into his lap, practically straddling him. His hand now found the dip of her waist, fingers splayed and digging into her sides to keep her where she was.

Her own hands had found a home at the nape of his neck, twisting into his hair. She nipped at his bottom lip, and he pulled away, diving down to her jaw and pressing syrupy sweet kisses there. He made his way to that sensitive spot behind her ear and dragged his teeth over her skin, making her head spin and her eyes flutter. He never knew heaven could taste this good.

He pulled away and looked at her.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he said, pressing his forehead to hers.

She laughed, and the sound was music to his ears.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to do that.”

Just as he went in to devour her lips once more, they heard someone clearing their throat briskly, and turned to face whoever it was, pulling away from each other as if they had been struck by lightning.

Professor Onai stood in the doorway to the trophy room, her eyebrows had all but disappeared into her hairline.

“You are free to go to dinner now, thank you,” she said pointedly, shaking her head to herself before leaving them to clean up.

As they looked back to each other, faces flushed with embarrassment, they both burst into laughter. The witch in Sebastian’s lap laid her head on his shoulder and he turned to kiss her temple. When she lifted her head to look at him, he gave her a shameless smile.

“Care to continue where we left off?” He asked cheekily.

She chuckled and smacked his shoulder lightly.

“I’m starving, let’s go.”

He deflated a bit as she lifted herself off him, his pants uncomfortably tight. But as he stood, he reached out to grab her hand and lifted it to his lips, a silent promise.

She smiled and let her hand comfortably rest in his grasp. He didn’t let go all the way to dinner.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian x mc #sebastian x reader #hogwarts legacy #fanfiction #oneshot #fluff #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy fanfic

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This is my work don't take it.

My first.

Rafe Cameron x Female!Reader

Warnings: Virgin!reader, smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, profanity, adult content, 16+. Mentions of Drugs, Alcohol, Abuse.

Around 2k words?

Au: I haven't wrote in a super long time so this will proabbl6 suck, so please don't leave hate and if you don't like it, leave.

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You were just enjoying yourself hanging with Sarah and Kiara and one of toppers kook parties.

"Y/n I can believe your still single. You've rejected so many people recently.." Sarah spoke our of the blue

"I know and I just haven't found the one yet.."

You sipped the drink you were given, and you swallowed the burning liquid that almost made you choke.

"Slowww it down y/n." Kiara protested as you downed your drink faster than you planned to.

You felt the alcohol start to go to your head. Your tolerance was high but you could help but feel it still. More than usual..

The heat must have been playing a part on this, it was really hot and you couldn't get in the pool, it was full of kooks and there touron dates they ended up with for the night.

You found yourself staring when you noticed an icey pair of blue eyes staring right back at you chilling your body.

Rafe Cameron, the kook king himself, Sarah's older brother as well. None of your friends liked him, infact they hated him with a burning passion. You, on the other hand, didn't talk to him that much.

This being said, you had no reason to hate him, other that the fact you've heard rumors.

To be completely honest, you found Rafe Quite Attractive, his slicked back hair resting in its usual position loose strands falling over his forehead, cold blue eyes that send shivers down your spine, built body, and his face... there was something about it that you couldn't look away from.

"Y/N!" Sarah yelled for the fifth time, shaking you out of your moment. "Who are you looking at?" She spoke, scanning the crowd until she realized. Fuck you thought. You knew the earful you were about to receive from Sarah.

"Rafe." She said with a cold tone as she realized that's who you had your eyes on. "No!" You tried to deny it, but it was too late. "You like Rafe Cameron?!" Kiara said as she stood up obviously, not liking this idea.

You sigh as you nod slowly and barely, noticeable as you had no other choice.. to many people heard her.

"My BROTHER?" Sarah raised her tone.

You nod again as Sarah continues to rant about this situation that you had currently evoked from her and Kiara.

You quickly walked away from the scene you walked and looked behind you right before you smashed into rafe, his drink flying everywhere, soaking the both of you.

He turned around Anger in his eyes as he turned to face your terrified form.

"Hey what the fuck?" He spoke loud and clearly and he turned straight to you and towered straight above you.

He grabbed your shirt as quick as he let go.

"Y/n. Your lucky I'm already leaving.."

He quickly walked off, leaving you there. You as well leave and drive home for the night feeling tipsy. In the morning Sarah texts you:

Sarah: Come over at ten.

Y/n: ok?

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You get ready to go over to the Cameron house or Tannyhill, you go to your bathroom to get your look started. You pick up your makeup brush and apply your foundation and concealer. You next grab your blusher stick and blend it out. You highlight and put lip gloss on making your best look as you finish with mascara.

You need to look perfect. You know Rafe will be there and you want to look good after what you did. Maybe he won't hate you as much.

It's a shit shot idea but you think it might work.

You pick a hoodie and short jean shorts, nike socks, and white Hightop Converse.

Quickly, you grab your phone and keys and walk to your car.

You sit in the driver's seat as you change it to your favorite playlist. And drive to Sarah's house to see what she needs.

Your car comes to a stop in the driveway as you walk yourself to the front door, knocking on it a few times as the sound echos throughout the large home.

You see a figure pass by the not so clear glass when it suddenly opens. Rafe... "Hi Y/n." He says seeming.. Excited?

"Sarah wasn't the one who texted you.... I was"

"Rafe why did you have her phone?! Where's Sarah?"

"Is she ok??" You quickly exclaimed, scared for your best friend.

"She's fine. Jesus Christ shut up." He spoke as you quickly shut your self up at his obviously annoyed expression.

"I just wanted to talk to you." He calmly spoke, arousing suspicion to you.

"About what?"You quietly questioned him.

"You." He blurted out extremely bluntly. "You ok? You. Every time I see you You always look so fucking sexy in those god damn dresses." He quickly exclaimed and your eyes widen in complete shock at what you had just heard.

"Rafe..." You muttered under your breath.

"I can barely contain myself from taking you right then and there." You looked up at him while he had a un readable facial expression.

He snapped his arm out grabbing your hand and pulling you upstairs with him.

The though of Him inside you made your panties start to pool with arousal.

"I'm getting straight to the point. I want you. Now." He quickly said "I want you to rafe.." you agreed to him. He smirked and locked the door behind you and he pushed you onto his bed.

His lips crashed into yours, small moans slipping into his mouth and he groaned, his lips were so soft..

He sucked on your bottom lip and kissed you right under your jawline.

"Rafe.. Hurry up." You rushed him, but he didn't mind as he wanted it just as bad as you did.

"I don't know if it matters to you, but.. I am a virgin.. and you're about to be my first person to ever sleep wi-" "it's fine. I'll start off gentle he cut you off.

He slipped your shirt over your head as well as his. His fingers slid under the waist band of your shorts sliding them off with your soaked panties.

"Your so fucking wet already.. I've barely touched you yet.. good." He spoke deeply into you ear.

He worked to unbutton and unzip his shorts.

He pushed them down and his boxers went with them. His hardened cock sprung up from the confinements hitting into his abs.... fuck he was.. Huge.. he was shaved completely no hair in sight. You almost caught yourself drooling at the view.

He pumped himself a few times and you noticed the bead of precum already forming on his tip and you were litteraly dripping, your arousal dripping down to your ass.

He reached down to move it in as he swiped in up and down a couple of times to tease you and collect your wetness on his cock.

"Are you ready y/n." He questioned with concern. You nodded in response feeling him as he slowed pushed into you.

You cried out in pain as the stretch was extremely painful. "Shhh" He quieted you as he stopped pushing into your pussy. He waited a minute to let you adjust as you signaled for him to finish pushing his length into your throbbing core.

"Fuck." Your words slurred in ecstasy and he quickly snapped his hips his cock slamming into you at a quick pace. You moaned as the the pain turned into pleasure. "Fuck you feel so good... Good girl taking all this cock." He exclaimed as he didn't falter his pace.

He continued to roll his hips into your wet core. You griped up over his shoulders pulling him into a sloppy kiss as he groaned.

You felt a coiled up feeling inside your abdomen.. "Rafe, I'm gonna come.." He said as he picked up his face and the coil snapped and you came on his cock moaning his name. "Fuck are you on the pill.." you nod as his pace becomes sloppy and slows down slightly.

"I'm gonna cum all in your fucking pussy... gonna fill you up baby." He groaned as his seed spurred out in ropes. And he collapsed onto you out of breath.

"Fuck.." He breathed out.

"Rafe... I love you..."

"I love you to.'' He replied to your affection.

"Your my first.. and my best.."

#outer banks imagine #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x female reader #obx imagine #outerbanks rafe #smut #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron fluff #rafe smut

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Take It Down

Sydney Adamu x Richie Jerimovich Carmen Berzatto & Neil Fak

For @storiesofsvu's Holiday Bingo 2023! Prompt: decorations Also completely inspired by @withmyteeth, like so many of my favorite fics are

Warnings: 18+, language

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Shout-out to Cricket for always having a never-ending supply of inspiration for all of my fictional faves. I owe you my life and also like 50% of my masterlist lmao. This is just a fun and silly little something-something!

The Bear Taglist: @garbinge @hausofmamadas @darqchilddaydreamz @ashlingnarcos @narcolini @justreblogginfics (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

It wasn’t Christmas yet. There were still a couple weeks to go before it would be Christmas. The rest of the world was in full holiday swing, but stepping into The Bear wiped that entire slate clean. There were no decorations up in the dining room—it looked classy and beautiful the way that it always did, but it wasn’t festive. No one found the lack of décor surprising, per se, because they all knew Carmy and they knew enough about the history of Berzatto Christmas Bullshit to know that he wasn’t going to be decking the halls of the restaurant.

Just because Carmy had a deficit of Christmas spirit, though, didn’t mean that everyone else was in the same boat. No one was feeling bold enough to try and throw a tree up in the dining area, but apparently someone had been bold enough to sprinkle some holiday cheer back in the kitchen.

“What the fuck is this?” Carmen asked, standing directly below the light that was previously hanging perfectly centered above the expo.

Everyone turned to see what he was looking at. Richie stepped over to him, crossing his arms across his chest as he looked at the same spot. “Looks like mistle—”

“I know what it is, cousin,” Carmy cut him off.

“You asked,” Richie shot back with a scoff.

Carmy shook his head. Looking over at Richie, he gestured to the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. “How, how the—who put this here?”

Richie held his hands up in surrender, was halfway through taking a breath to try and defend himself from the accusations he knew were about to come his way, when he heard someone giggling in the midst of everyone. He dropped his hands back down to his sides, brows coming together as he turned and looked to see who it was, not that it was really much of a question to anyone if they thought about it for more than five seconds.

“Neil Geoff,” Richie said, trying to sound annoyed with him the way that he usually did but struggling because the only thing he enjoyed more than harassing Fak was anyone harassing Carmy. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

He forced himself to get his giggles under control as he shrugged. “I don’t need to say anything for myself.” He gestured above their heads. “It’s mistletoe!”

“Yeah, we know what it is, Fak,” Carmy said. He looked like he was ready to grab a chair from the dining room so he could climb up and take it down himself. “Why did you hang it up?”

“C’mon, it’s almost Christmas! Have some holiday cheer.”

“What the fuck does mistletoe have to do with holiday cheer?” he shot back, running his hand along his browbone like he was going to flatten the stress out of himself.

Richie piped in before Fak could. “Maybe he thought if someone planted one on you, you might loosen the fuck up a little bit.”

Carmy waved him off. “Shut the fuck up.” Looking at Fak, he pointed at him and then up at the mistletoe. “Take it down.”

“I can’t!”

“You can’t?”

“Someone’s gotta kiss under it, Carm! If I take it down before that it’s bad luck!” Fak argued.

“We don’t need more bad luck,” Richie agreed, his tone so coated with sarcastic seriousness it was hard for everyone around them not to laugh.

Carmy was looking back and forth between both of them. “You’re both gonna have some bad luck if no one takes this shit—”

“We need to open,” Sydney begrudgingly inserted herself into the conversation, “so if we could finish this argument after dinner service, that would be ideal, I think.”

“I’m not leaving that shit up for all of dinner service,” Carmy said as he shook his head.

“Why?” Richie asked with a laugh. “Afraid no one is gonna wanna step up and kiss you?”

“Or he’s afraid that everyone is gonna be too busy kissing each other to do their work,” Fak chimed in before Carmy could answer.

“I’m not afraid,” he tried to stop both of them. “I’m fuckin’ annoyed. Take it down!”

“I can’t!”

Syd rolled her eyes throwing her hands up in exasperation. “Oh my god! No one cares!” She turned to Carmy. “We open in three. Can we just let it go?”

“No. I’m not leaving it up there. It’s, it’s fuckin’ ridiculous.”

“You’re fuckin’ ridiculous,” Richie muttered.

Carmy’s gaze snapped over to Richie. “Cousin, I swear to—”

“Two minutes,” Sydney cut him off.

Carmy looked back over at Fak. “Take it down.”

“It’s bad luck!”

Carmy almost wanted to argue that there was no such thing as bad luck, but there was too much in his life and the lives of those around him that pointed to the contrary. However, he didn’t think that his luck, good or bad, was influenced by something as simple and silly as mistletoe hanging over their goddamn expo. But he also knew that if he said something to that effect, Richie was going to come right back with some comment about how he shouldn’t be so sure about that since his love life was either a fucking mess or completely nonexistent.

They also had about sixty seconds left until they had to open.

“Oh my god,” Sydney said as she looked over at Fak. “Neil, please. Just, take it down.”

“Can’t do it. Not until someone does the thing!”

Richie rolled his eyes. “Fuck me. We don’t have all day!” Stepping in, he placed his hands on the outsides of Sydney’s arms and pulled her up and into a kiss. It was short, almost harsh in the way that it knocked the wind out of Sydney’s lungs. It was over almost as soon as it started and Richie wasn’t even looking at Sydney when it was over, immediately turning to Fak and Carmy. “There! We all happy now?”

Carmy smacked Richie, the back of his hand colliding harshly with Richie’s shoulder. “Cousin! You can’t just fuckin—that’s sexual harassment! Don’t just fuckin’ take her and—��

Sydney cut him short, still trying to wrap her head around what had just happened. “Stop, Chef. It’s, uh, it’s fine. I’m good. Let’s just,” she turned to Richie, “let’s just open? Alright? We can do that now?”

Carmy sighed, shaking his head as he stared at Sydney in disbelief. He thought that if anyone was going to be on his side about Richie’s behavior it was going to be her. But there was no time to get into it all. He also had the feeling that the more he talked about it, the angrier he was going to get about it, and the more that Richie was going to give him a hard time.

“Fine, fine. Yeah.” He looked at Richie. “Go ahead and open, cousin.”

Richie nodded, the self-satisfied grin on his face enough to make Carmy want to hit him again only this time with a closed fist to his jaw. “Yes, Chef.”

Once Richie was heading out to the dining area, Carmy turned back to Fak. “Take that shit down. Now.”

“Alright! Alright. Now I can.” He fell into his half-muttering. “No more bad luck now. Would be nice if you had some holiday cheer but—”

“Fak!” Carmy shouted to stop him.

“Taking it down!” Fak said, finally stepping away to get his ladder so he could restore the kitchen to its former glory.

Carmy dismissed the rest of the small crowd that had gathered, telling them to get back to wherever the fuck they were before everything started. They were about to have people coming in to eat, after all, and none of the customers were going to wait or give a shit about their arguments back in the kitchen.

When everyone else had dispersed, Carmy returned his attention to Sydney. “Sorry about that. You, uh, you good?” He knew there must’ve been a more graceful way to ask that question but grace hadn’t ever been his strong suit.

“I’m fine,” she said, giving a small and dismissive wave of her hand. “I’m fine and we’re open now so I really gotta…” she trailed off and gestured towards where the orders were about to start flowing in.

“Right, right.”

He stepped out of the way, acutely aware that there were about a thousand other things that he could have and should have been doing, but he couldn’t quite pry himself away. He stared at her for another moment, gaze flicking over to the glass pane that let him see out into the dining area. He watched as Richie saw people to their seats, and he would have easily wasted much more time looking back and forth between the two of them if Fak hadn’t reappeared with a ladder.

“Here to strip away the only piece of Christmas The Bear has ever—”

“Just take it down,” Carmy stopped his sentence short.

“I’m going!”

Sydney was trying not to laugh at the two of them and was barely successful. She wasn’t laughing but she was still smiling. “Can’t believe you’re making him take that down now when we’re about to start—”

“I figured you of all people would want it gone,” Carmy argued, defensive already. “Keep you from getting fuckin’ harassed by Richie again.”

Syd was shaking her head as she finished getting herself settled and organized. “I’m just saying maybe it’s not the best time.”

“Am I leaving this up here?” Fak asked from the top of the ladder. “Because I’ll leave it up here.”

“No!” they both answered in unison.

“Dammit!” Fak made no move to hide his exasperation and disappointment.

Richie strode back into the kitchen just in time to hear Fak voice his feelings. He couldn’t help but to laugh. “If you want me to kiss you, Neil Geoff, you’re gonna have to find another way.”

“Yeah, right,” Fak said as he got down from the ladder, mistletoe in his hand, “like I would ever want to kiss you.” He shoved the small plant with its pretty red bow right into Richie’s chest. “Not even to avoid bad luck.”

Fak was walking away before Richie could try and come back with a clever response. Instead, Richie looked over at Carmy, waiting for him to say something. He must’ve also been struggling to come up with something pithy and cutting to say, because he just gave one last shake of his head in Richie’s direction before turning on his heel so he could go do his actual job. The one that had nothing to do with holiday decorations.

Richie looked down at the mistletoe in his hand and then looked over at Sydney who was already immersed in her work. Walking over, he stopped so that he was standing right next to her. Sydney had watched the whole thing happen in her peripheral and had made a concentrated effort to not say anything to him about anything, let alone what had happened before. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that she was still thinking about it, that she had any type of feeling in the wake of it.

“Want the good luck charm?” Richie asked with a laugh. He dangled the mistletoe in front of her, watching her shake her head and try not to burst into laughter. “Something to remember me by? Maybe even cash in on later?”

“There are plenty of things that you need to be doing right now that aren’t this, Chef,” she replied but avoided answering the question.

“Want me to leave it in your locker?” he teased.

Sydney hated the fact that she could feel warmth creeping up her neck and into her face. “Richie.”

Richie laughed and clapped her lightly on the shoulder. “I’ll leave it in your locker.”

She rolled her eyes. “Then can you run these plates?” she called after him.

“Sure thing, Chef!” he yelled back, laughing the entire time.

#storiesofsvuholidaybingo2023 #the bear #the bear fx #the bear hulu #sydney adamu #richie jerimovich #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #neil fak #sydney adamu x richie jerimovich #richie jerimovich x sydney adamu #sydrichie #the bear fanfiction #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

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writingjourney · 1 year

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⛧ Ghost Masterlist ⛧

My fics are all reader inserts for female, afab or gender-neutral readers. Please check the individual tags for more content information. I loosely structure my fics in multichapter fics, one-shots (over 5k words), ficlets (up to 5k words) and headcanons/blurbs.

multichapter fics:

⛧ I Knew Nothing But Shadows (ongoing, 16/?) 18+ (only on Ao3, f!reader, artist!reader slow-burn with horror/mystery elements)

Curious circumstances and a questionable curse from your childhood led you to becoming the resident artist of the local Satanic Church – and a sinister night you’d truly rather forget. Years later, you’re presented with another chance at proving your artistic worth. Only this time, you’re kind of falling for the awkward anti-pope who sits for you and he is oddly interested in the intricacies of your past that you’re so desperately trying to hide.

Check out the amazing fanart to the story here, here, here, here (18+), here, here, here (18+), here (18+), here. Click here for more posts about the fic.

Many kisses to @delulluart, @nocterish, @rinakosus, @foxybouquet and @ladymorguesblog. Please mind that these contain spoilers ♡

one-shots:

⛧ Honey and Venom (on Ao3, 9.5k words, f!reader) 18+

Or: The four times you fell for your best friend without noticing and the one time you did.

⛧ A Lesson In Patience (Ao3 only, 8k words, f!reader) 18+

You haven't seen your papa all day and while he missed you just as much, he's not going to give you what you want so easily.

ficlets:

⛧ Let Me Help (on Ao3, 2k words, gn!reader, helping Papa do his make-up)

⛧ Don't Make Me Wait (on Ao3, 1.5k words, f!reader, dom!copia smut) 18+

⛧ On your Knees (on Ao3, 1.3k words, gn!reader, smut) 18+

⛧ Rough Day (on Ao3, 1k words, f!reader)

⛧ Pain Relief (on Ao3, 550 words, gn! reader, pain comfort)

⛧ Falling asleep at Copia's desk (480 words, gn!reader, fluff)

⛧ Never Alone (550 words, gn!reader, hurt/comfort)

headcanons:

⛧ Analogue Date Nights and Polaroids (set after chapter 16)

⛧ Click here for more Copia headcanons

multichapter fics:

⛧ Dance Macabre (completed 4/4) (only on Ao3, 15k words, f!reader) 18+

Working with the Cardinal has been the best part of your day for months now, possibly because of your not so small crush on him. A night out with some of the Sisters of Sin gives you the courage to finally tell him – and explore what you really feel for each other.

one-shots:

⛧ 5 Types of Christmas Kisses with Copia (+1) (on Ao3, 8k words, f!reader, festive fluff) – check out this beautiful illustration by @thew0man ♡

You and the cardinal have been tiptoeing around each other for a while now – it’s time to let the festive spirit do the rest.

⛧ A Message from the Bulletin Board (on Ao3, 9k words, gn!reader, Copia posts a lonely hearts ad, sickening fluff ensues) – See the cute art by @tasty-ribz ♡

The ministry’s bulletin board, ordinarily used for missing items or party announcements, contains a particularly interesting request this week – a lonely hearts ad.

ficlets:

⛧ Trust Your Cardinal (on Ao3, 1.5k words, afab!reader, dom!copia smut) 18+

⛧ Bound by Lace (on Ao3, 2.8k words, f!reader, dom pervy copia smut) 18+

⛧ One More (on Ao3, 750 words, gn!reader, lots of kissing)

⛧ How it Feels (on Ao3, 2k words, hurt/comfort, tw: body issues, gn!reader)

⛧ Spring Walk (on Ao3, 1.4k words, anxiety comfort, gn!reader)

⛧ Ouch (on Ao3, 1.3k words, gn!reader, fluff)

headcanons:

⛧ Date Night Polaroids

ficlets, drabbles:

⛧ No Games (on Ao3, 1.6k words, gn!reader, friends to lovers ficlet)

⛧ Better Than Your Hands (on Ao3, 1.1k words, f!reader, smut) 18+

one-shots:

⛧ Unprecedented (on Ao3, 12.7k words, gn!reader, contains smut) – see this cute illustration by @tasty-ribz 18+

Working with Secondo is only half as bad as people make it seem – at least until you fall in love with each other. Or: The four times you almost get Secondo to admit his feelings for you and the one time you succeed.

⛧ Friday Nights at the Vinothek (on Ao3 in three chapters, 26k words, vampire!secondo, gn!reader, romance, horror, smut, Part 2 of the Friday Nights Series) – check out this cool animation by @tasty-ribz ♡ 18+

When the local vintner who buys his cigarettes at the kiosk you work at offers you a job you can’t believe your luck. But after moving to the vineyard where the attraction between you only grows, you soon realize that he is not quite who you thought – and that working for a vampire comes with unexpected dangers.

ficlets:

⛧ Peppermint Oil & Kisses (on Ao3, 1.6k words, gn!reader, fluff)

⛧ Of Lemon Tarts and Tiny White Rabbits (on Ao3, 4.6k words, f!reader, regency AU)

⛧ His Body and Blood (on Ao3, 2.6k words, gn!reader, ANGST, you try to resurrect secondo, contains gore/horror elements)

⛧ Starved (on Ao3, 1.6k words, afab!reader, just smut) 18+

⛧ Heavens Away (on Ao3, 2.8k words, f!reader, loving, affectionate smut) 18+

⛧ Skin to Skin (on Ao3, 400 words, gn!reader, fluff)

headcanons:

⛧ General SFW headcanons

⛧ Click here for more Secondo headcanons

one-shots:

⛧ Friday Nights at the Cinema Club (on Ao3, 14k words, vampire!primo, gn!reader, romance, horror, smut, Part 1 of the Friday Nights Series) – See this amazing fanart to the fic ♡ 18+

The handsome old gentleman who attends the late night showings is certainly the best part about your small town weekend job. But as the gentle attraction between you slowly begins to bloom, you realise that there’s more to him than meets the eye – and promptly find yourself chased into the woods by an unexpected monster.

ficlets:

⛧ The Devil's Ivy (on Ao3, 900 words, gn!reader, wholesome fluff)

any or multiple Papas:

⛧ Soft, Sleepy Sex with the Papas (on Ao3, 4.8k words in total, 1k-1.4k for each Papa, f!reader) – look at the Terzo art by @ghuleh-recs ♡ 18+

⛧ Ghosting (on Ao3, 2.5k words, any Papa x gn!reader, sick care ficlet)

⛧ Coffee HCs for the Papas (+ tasty-ribz's art)

⛧ Click here for more Papa headcanons

multichapter fics:

⛧ Ziplocked Love | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 – 18+ (on Ao3, 20k words total, dew x f!reader, 18+, completed)

Dewdrop and you start preparations for their upcoming tour early. Just the prospect of being parted is more than you two can bear, so you’re finding ways to cope. Shenanigans ensue.

If you want to support me, please consider reblogging my work, leaving comments or kudos :)

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dani-says-stuff · 8 months

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The Art of Distraction

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❥ Back to the Control Center

❥ Nate Hardy Masterlist

- couldn't wait to bulk post, i'm actually pretty proud of this one

- i didn't end up using the exact line/prompt in the request because it didnt really fit, but it's similar enough for the point to get across

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Nate Hardy x fem!reader

Summary: Based on this request

i tried lol, i dont know if it's as spicy as you were hoping it to be, but i packed it with extra stuff just incase that part came out super cringy.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: cringe, suggestive(?), mentions of a haunting that i completely made up for background, very very loosely based on the witch's forest video, inconsistent capitalization, my usual grammar warning... i dont think theres anything bad in here but to be honest i cant really remember

Dialogue Key: Probably dont even need this, but just for consistancy

Y/N

Nate

couldnt really find a great gif for this fic, but i think its funny so im dropping it here.

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It had been a few hours since you had returned home and you'd yet to stop shaking. You'd been on investigations with Nate and the boys in the past, but this one in particular threw you way more than you thought it would.

For the entire car ride back home, the events wouldn't stop rapidly flicking through your mind. Nate's arm resting on the console and his hand softly placed on your thigh did little to ground you as it normally did. The thought of reaching down and intertwining your fingers as you'd done many times before didn't even come to mind, your hands too busy picking at your sleeves to do anything else.

Dark midnight skies barely visible through clusters of twisted curling tree branches.

Thick wooden trunks placed around you like a maze, they all looked the same no matter which direction you went.

Dry dirt and bits of gravel kicking up in clouds behind you, scraping up the backs of your legs from the speed at which you were running.

Branches strewn across the overgrown path splitting and cracking loudly beneath your feet.

Your throat, raw from screaming out to the boys.

Your heartbeat, deafening in your ears.

Nate's one-sided conversation through the duration of the ride back barely made its way to your ears, it felt like you were underwater or your ears were stuffed with cotton.

The only thing you could hear clearly was the memory of your own panicked screams earlier that night.

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It had started just as any other investigation had, and for the first time in a while, it wasn't happening in a building.

The first half of the video held a strangely nostalgic vibe. In the days of a better quality Sam and Colby channel, where they were now able to book the big shot hauntings and go to different countries with loads of equipment, would sit a small video similar to those of their early days.

They were once again investigating an area that wasn't highly publicized, the only ones to know of it being the eager locals with decades of ghost stories to share.

It was said that there was a witch who lived deep within the forest many centuries ago. She dwelled in a quaint cottage where she would practice her spells and hexes... or at least that's how the villagers of the time saw her.

It didn't matter that the woman was in the woods alone because her family had all perished from sickness.

It didn't matter that she was cooking up the same herbal home remedies as everyone else.

When the drought came and wiped out the village crops but the witch's garden in the woods flourished due to the untouched aquifer beneath her land, they were furious.

It was said that they marched upon her house late one night, torches and pitchforks held high, enraged at the witch in the woods. They yelled, taunting her to emerge so they could take her into the small town square. When she refused, they tossed their torches at the structure, laughter overpowering the screams of the woman inside as the house was engulfed in flame.

It was thought to be an old wives tale, the witch deep in the woods brooding silently as she worked on enchantments was hardly anything new. It was simply a story passed down from parent to child in hopes of keeping the energetic children from venturing off too far on their own.

But then they started finding things.

The ruins of a small house, a foundation of stone left behind in the middle of the forest.

Old, hand-made historic brick, placed in a careful circle like the makings of a well.

The bones found throughout the property, most likely scattered by animals and winds over time.

With the influx of people from the small town once again venturing into the forest, it was only natural that the witch would awaken.

So, you all ventured into the woods with no more than a flashlight each, a spirit box, and a REM pod to see if you would be able to communicate with the spirit of the witch that haunted the woods.

When the sun set was when everything went wrong.

The REM pod began going off rapidly, pointing in every direction, no clear responses being drawn from the item. The spirit box chirped to life despite never being turned on, spouting one word.

Run.

Branches cracked from close behind you, startling your group of four to do exactly that.

You made it a few feet when you tripped over something cold and solid, just tall enough to catch the end of your shoe as you ran. Your flashlight tumbled from your hand, rolling across the ground to show two very terrifying things.

One, the lack of the three boys running along behind you, meaning that you had managed to run off in a different direction than they had. You were now completely alone in the forest that was difficult to navigate in a group.

Two, a short stone wall standing before you, encapsulating the leafy floor you were splayed across. You had managed to run straight into the remains of the cottage.

If matters couldn't get any worse, the very thing commonly experienced by those who ventured to this area happened to you. It was said that if you ventured onto her land, the witch would drain the power of your devices and most often—the batteries of your flashlights.

Any sort of light brought near the ruins in the dead of night would be promptly snuffed out, assumingly because of the tragedy that occurred the last time beacons of light were brought to the location.

Your flashlight began to flicker.

Once.

Twice.

And then the light was gone, submerging you completely in the stale darkness of night.

Everything after that was a blur, all you could comprehend were the quick flashes terrorizing your mind.

Dark midnight skies.

Clusters of twisted tree branches.

A wooden maze of towering trees.

Dry dirt and bits of gravel stinging your legs.

Burning muscles.

Overgrown paths.

Panicked screams of both you and Nate as you scrambled blindly through the wood.

Your heartbeat pounding in your head.

Just as it felt like you were running aimlessly then, you felt as if you could make no progress now.

No matter how far you ran—no matter how much time had passed—you stayed terrified.

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Both bedside lamps were on as you burrowed yourself under countless layers of blankets and sheets, your body curled in a tight ball. After all, if your blankets are covering you, the monster under the bed doesn't know you are there.

All that peaked out from the fluffy mass on the bed were your eyes, gaze solely focused on the Disney movie you'd turned on moments before, proving to yourself that witches aren't really as scary as they appear.

Good always wins and bad things can't reach you.

Nate entered the room about fifteen minutes into your movie, hair still damp from the shower and one of your favorite shirts of his draped over his shoulders. It was an old T-shirt from who knows how long ago, but it was soft from wear and one of the most comforting things in the world to have pressed against your skin when he pulled you into his chest at night.

His eyebrows furrowed at your eyes, wide and alert, quickly darting to him when he entered the bedroom, "Babe?" he spoke softly, slowly approaching and kneeling down by the bedside, fishing for your hand beneath the blankets, "Are you ok?"

His eyes were sincere and brimming with worry as he looked upon you, gaze scanning over what he could see of you, assessing any damage that may have occurred in the brief time he left you alone.

You nodded slowly, eyes abandoning the movie and choosing to find solace in him instead.

Once deeming you in no worse condition than he left you in, his head moved finally noticing the laptop perched on the mattress and the movie that previously held your attention playing out on the screen.

A teasing smirk graced his features, "Really?"

Heat rose to your cheeks and you somehow managed to descend deeper into your cocoon. Your words were muffled by the comforter blocking the lower half of your face, "I needed to get my mind off of it." Nate laughed quietly at your explanation making you double down out of embarrassment, "I needed something to distract me so I could sleep."

"A Disney movie?" he spoke, equal parts teasing and condescending.

"What?" you whined rolling your eyes at him, "It always worked when I was younger."

He hummed, standing up and plucking the laptop from the bed, quickly shutting it off and placing it to the side despite your protests.

"Well," Nate spoke, waggling his eyebrows at you a few times in order to get you to laugh, "now you don't need 'em."

You raised a single eyebrow, scanning him skeptically, "Why's that?"

"Because," he trailed off, leaning to press a loving kiss to your forehead, "I'm going to be the best damn distraction you've ever seen."

"Oh really?"

He hummed again, pressing a kiss to your nose.

You tilted your head slightly to the side with wide puppy dog eyes staring up at him, not quite getting what he was implying, "And how exactly are you going to do that?"

Nate pulled the covers down to your chin with a soft, lovesick smile, "Like this." he whispered, finally placing a kiss on your lips.

Your eyes fluttered closed, a warmth flooding your body unlike the one gained from the blankets. This was a warmth that came from the innermost parts of your soul, igniting each and every nerve, setting them on fire.

He slowly peeled back the blankets to reveal your form, arms covered with goosebumps from the stark temperature difference flew up to wrap around his neck the second they were released, fingers sinking into his hair. His own arms swiftly moved around your waist, pulling your bodies even closer as he moved onto the bed hovering over you, never once daring to break the kiss.

The only time his lips left yours where when they moved to trace your jawline and trail down your neck leaving you breathless.

He moved across your skin, leaving a tapestry of red and purple in his wake, painting your skin the same colors as the fireworks dancing behind your eyelids. With your mind focused on him, there was no room to think of anything else, he moved in a way that you couldn't fathom wanting to think of anything else.

His hands dipped lower and lower, teasing beneath the hemming of your sleepshirt and caressing your warm skin.

He leaned back, removing his lips from you after what felt like hours, pupils blown wide and a loving, lustful haze clouding over his eyes.

The only reason he parted was to drag the shirt up off your body with his own quickly following suit to be thrown blindly into a corner, lips hungrily returning to your own the minute the barrier was gone.

He held your attention fully until the sun breached the horizon line, chasing the moon and darkness of night away as it found its rightful place up in the sky. The night was over, any thoughts you had of terrible twisting branches and evil witches dissolved in the light of morning—at least the ones that hadn't been valiantly chased away by your very own knight in shining armor.

You lay in bed beneath the single bedsheet, head resting against Nate's chest as he absentmidedly traced shapes across your back, humming a random melody as he did so. The warm light of day breaching through the cracks of the drawn curtains, bathing your tangled limbs in soft gold.

He was right, you didn't need to distract yourself with the technicolor animations of your childhood. You didn't need to dull your senses with endless hours of princes and princesses saving the day anymore.

Not when you had your very own fairytale sitting right in front of you, ready and waiting to do whatever it takes to give you your happy ending.

With that thought and a sweet smile gracing your lips you closed your eyes, finally able to get some sleep.

#nate hardy x reader #nate hardy imagine #sam and colby imagine #request

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slytherinshua · 11 months

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14 from fluffs prompt w mingyu from svt soulmate au? :)

UNCANNILY PERFECT genre ➳ fluff. soulmate au. friends to lovers. kinda onesided pining for a bit. warnings ➳ mention of alcohol consumption. kissing. overall very fluffy. pairing ➳ mingyu x fem!reader. wc ➳ 2k. a/n ➳ thank you so much for requesting this anon!! it was so fun to write now that i'm past my writer's block <33 i hope you enjoy!

The phrase “I love you” wasn’t supposed to be taken very lightly. If you said it too much, its ability would wear out. And everyone knew that the only way to find your soulmate was to confess those 3 words to them. Only then would you know for sure whether you had found your other half or not.

You were a bit overly cautious to not say it. You got anxious when other people said it, even if they were soulmates. One of your worst nightmares was confessing to someone you really really loved, just to find out they weren’t the one, or worse, find out that the confession didn’t work because you had said it too much.

You had said it only two times in your life. Once when you were 6 and had heard it around before knowing how important the phrase was. Your mother had quickly explained it to you before you went around saying it to everyone. The other time was when you were a teenager. You wanted to rebel against your parents since they didn’t approve of your boyfriend at the time. So, you said I love you to him. Not only did he freak out and dump you after that, but another confession was wasted. The truth was, your parents had been right about not liking him. He turned out to be a pretty trashy person.

You had gone crying to your best friend, Mingyu, after the whole experience. He had laughed at you and comforted you and told you that only having said it twice wasn’t going to hurt you too much and that he had said it more than five times, but he still thought it worked.

Now that you were an adult, you felt the need to find your soulmate more than ever before. Your fear of saying I love you was still very prevalent, though, and the two did not complement each other at all.

You decided to wait until your soulmate came and found you instead of actively hunting for him. That way, you wouldn’t have to be the one to say the words, and you would (hopefully) still find your soulmate. You tried to boost your chances by talking to people more than you normally would and going out several times a week.

The change in lifestyle was exhausting to you, but you thought it would be worth it once you finally found your soulmate. It would be like a dream when that happened, right?

“You were out looking for your soulmate again, weren’t you?” Mingyu asked with a laugh. He had opened the door to find that you had walked into his apartment exhausted after attending a party, sacrificing your social battery for a chance at finding your partner. It didn’t work.

It stung a bit to see you searching so hard only to fail every time. Mingyu had accepted that he was in love with you a long time ago, but he couldn’t bear to say it to you. He was almost 100% sure it would ruin your friendship if you weren’t soulmates. The risk was too high. Even though it was slowly killing Mingyu to keep it all bottled up inside, he wasn’t willing to risk what he already had with you.

You nodded weakly in response, disappointed that your plan hadn’t worked at all. Were you doing something wrong? Were you supposed to act like you didn’t want to find your soulmate in order for the universe to show him to you? You didn’t know.

“Why isn’t it working? It should’ve worked by now.” You said frustratedly, speech a bit slurred from your drunk state. You stumbled a bit, almost falling over before Mingyu caught you swiftly in his arms.

“Careful, Y/n. You’re still drunk.” He scolded lightly, only out of concern for you, “How many shots did you take? You’re completely wasted.” He added, looking at your flushed cheeks and distracted eyes with worry and affection. You were cute when you were drunk. Mingyu seemed to find some charm in every state of your being. Hyper, tired, bored, chatty, sleepy, drunk… it didn’t matter because it was you.

“Only…” You furrowed your brows, counting on your fingers how many shots you took. Mingyu’s eyes widened as the number kept going up and up. He carefully led you to the couch to sit down for fear you would fall again. “A few?” You said at last, losing track of your count after 12 or so.

Mingyu giggled, “You can barely last after 3 shots…” You yawned, eyelids drooping a bit as your body begged for sleep.

“He didn’t show up to the party,” You whined, head falling a bit. Mingyu shifted it so that it was resting on his shoulder. You were clumsier when drunk as well. “I thought he would be there!” You sounded so frustrated, and a part of Mingyu itched to confess right then and there. You so desperately wanted to find your soulmate, and what if he was that person?

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I’m sure you’ll find him eventually…” He said instead, smiling a bit as you snuggled closer into his shoulder. Was it normal for friends to snuggle like this on the couch? Not exactly, but Mingyu was sure you didn’t mind.

It was strangely comforting to have you this close, like it was a taste of what Mingyu longed for. You were warm and so cute when you were tired that Mingyu just wanted to wrap his arms around you and hug you tightly, never letting you go.

You fell asleep quickly, breath deepening slightly. Mingyu grabbed the blanket that was draped on the couch and wrapped it over you as best he could without disturbing you. His body was pretty warm, but he wasn’t sure if he was enough to completely shield you from the cold. He scrolled through his phone for a while, smiling whenever he looked over to see you still peacefully snoozing.

Mingyu’s life had been so hectic recently with his work being understaffed and him picking up extra shifts to compensate. He hadn’t had a proper rest in a while, and having you curled up next to him reset him a bit. He wondered at how your presence alone managed to calm him down and ease his stress. It was like you had some secret superpower.

When he got drowsy enough that he decided to give into his own want for sleep, he rested his head gently on top of yours and was swept up into dreamland, where he, strangely, dreamed of you.

“I love you.” Mingyu spoke softly, standing in his living room, the fire lit in the fireplace flickered lightly, providing both light and warmth to the room. He held both your hands in his and gave them a gentle squeeze as he said those words.

You looked at him with shock and fear— how could he say those words so easily? But your heart tugged when you heard them, and without you even thinking further, you found yourself saying them back to him.

“I love you too.” And you both knew it. You were soulmates.

You woke up with a start, head jumping up from Mingyu’s shoulder. Well, you tried to do that, but ended up bumping Mingyu’s head on your way up, waking him up from the harsh crash of skulls. You both groaned in pain, clutching your heads as you muttered a small apology.

You were startled by the dream you had. Mingyu being your soulmate? The thought made you laugh. Your best friend was goofy and warm and always there for you, but you had never seen him in a romantic light before. He was far from what you believed your type romantically was. There was no way he could be the one. Your brain had a weird way of piecing together dreams.

“I dreamt of you.” Mingyu said suddenly, making you turn to him. He looked nervous admitting it, like he was scared of saying something he shouldn’t.

“I dreamt of you, too. Strange, huh?” You laughed, hoping to clear the awkward vibe that was in the air. You were usually so relaxed with Mingyu, so why did he seem on guard?

“Y/n, I need to say something.” Mingyu said, tone more serious than you had ever heard before. You watched with wide eyes as he gulped and then grabbed your hands. You let him hold them, even though it was a bit strange coming from Mingyu.

“What is it?”

“I…” He sighed and then made eye contact. His eyes showed how vulnerable he felt, and scared too. “I love you.” He admitted, bracing himself for the worst.

You gasped, heart caught in your throat. Did he really just say that? Did he mean it? You had never thought about how you would feel in a moment like this since you had never considered those words to come out of Mingyu’s mouth. What a strange position you were in.

You expected to feel scared or mad or uncomfortable, but you didn’t. Those were the last emotions you felt. You were bubbling with comfort and relief and love. You realised quickly that your dream was repeating itself. Had it been some sort of premonition?

You stopped yourself from overthinking too much as you were brought back to reality seeing Mingyu’s gaze fall, his eyes no longer being able to meet yours. He let go of your hands quickly, face scrunching up with guilt. Your face fell at the sight. You hated that look on his face. You hated when he looked helpless.

“I love you too.” You said quickly. And you meant it. There wasn’t a person in the world that you cared for more than Mingyu. If he was your soulmate then you would be kicking yourself for not realising it years earlier.

He looked back up at you, “Do you mean it?”

You nodded quickly, “I mean it. I love you.” You grabbed his hand again, shocked at how much your heart sped up at the contact. Your head was buzzing and your heart was racing in sync with his. The only thing you could think of was Mingyu, Mingyu, Mingyu.

He realised at the same moment as you did, noticing the strange feeling in the air and connecting that this must be what it felt like to find your soulmate. He rushed forward at the same time you did, lips crashing together at the same movement, the kiss so full of love that you never wanted it to end.

It felt so right to be kissing Mingyu. There wasn’t a single worry in your mind as you pulled him as close to you as you could, hands tangling in his messy hair as he cupped your jaw, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

You pulled away breathless. Your eyes were overflowing with so much love for Mingyu that he almost couldn’t stop himself from kissing you again. But he knew you were both out of breath, so he resolved to just hug you instead.

“I’ve waited so long just to say that to you.” He whispered to you and you grinned at his second confession.

“If you had said it earlier, I wouldn’t have been hunting for my soulmate for months not knowing that he was standing right in front of me the whole time!” You complained, hugging him closer and breathing in his cologne which you were suddenly finding to be a very attractive scent. You’d have to steal some of his hoodies later if you could get your hands on them.

“It killed me to see you come back to me disappointed every time.” He mumbled, cupping your cheeks again to admire you.

“I’m so happy it’s you.” You truly meant it. You were already so comfortable with being around Mingyu. Him being your soulmate was the most perfect thing that had ever happened to you. Now that you thought about it, it made so much sense as well. You two were always uncannily perfect for each other, as best friends, and now, as lovers.

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kaistarus · 7 months

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My Fic Recs

South Park

Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space (gremlinteeth)–(Creek-complete(137k)–this is quite literally the greatest fic in existence. ‘but South Park is cring–’ shut your mouth, get over it, and read this masterpiece. The character/relationship development, worldbuilding, symbolism, characterization?? I still get emotional listening to “Wouldn’t It Be Nice.” by The Beach Boys.... Like what?!? I cannot wait for the day that I have forgotten enough of this fic that I can reread it again properly. IDC what fandom you’re from read this fic.

Me, You, And Time(HelplessRomantic_2)--(Creek-complete(13k))--There are a lot of fics on Craig and Tweek’s development using canon moments in the show and I think this one does it best. Characterization, realism, character/relationship development, friend group dynamics. It’s just a great fic overall. Love it

Family Is What You Make Of It(Mareepysheepy)--Creek-complete(17k))--This fic is unbelievable. It’s an absolute masterpiece of a take on the Tucker family dynamic and how Tweek has fit into their lives. The unconditional love they have for each other and Tweek’s support for Craig. It’s one of my favorite Tucker family fics and the writing itself is phenomenal

Life In Color (BlameCanada)-@blame-canada-Creek-Complete(2k)--This is so artistically written and underappreciated. It’s a shorter one-shot, but their ability to take Craig’s monotonous descriptions to show how his worldview and outlook literally change with Tweek around is beautiful. Gives me that chest achy lovey feel and cannot get enough

Your Eyes, My Nose (PinkFan_Gurl)-@pinkfan-gurl-Creek-Incomplete(75k)-I admit, I was a little hesitant at first because babies, but I gave it a chance and OH my god I’m so glad. The writing style is fantastic, the characterization is phenomenal, there are unique relationship dynamics, and most importantly we get dopey Craig who is so in love with Tweek it’s embarrassing. I flip out when I see there's an update in my inbox. Not complete, but still updates 🙂

A Beautiful Sight, We’re Happy Tonight (@tlinrookie)-Creek-Complete(13k)--I am so obsessed with this fic, it's just so fucking good and one of my favs. Post-high school hook-up into insecure/awkward flirting? It’s so well done and realistic as a concept that if someone told me this actually happened to them in college I’d believe it. I love that in my fics. And once again, awkward blushy Craig <3

press pause (pink2d)--Creek-complete(13k)--Just Craig overwhelmed with his newly developing feelings through fantastic writing and emotional description. He just wants to kiss his boyfriend but can’t stop overthinking literally everything. I LOVE the author’s use of little details and actions to show love and build up on Craig’s end, gives you a chest achy emotion

Anyone Else But You(@fruitloopzed)-Creek-Complete(3k)--One of my fav meet cutes. I’m always a sucker for love at first sight, but Craig seeing a cute boy at five-years-old and his first instinct being to rizz them up with red racer? What a concept. Genius. It’s so cute and actually writes them in character for their age which is well done

Nervous young inhumans(tweakers)-Creek-Incomplete(136k)@tweakerist--Have you ever wanted Craig to be hopelessly in love, but literally everyone and their grandma knows except him? Well, I have the fic for you! lmao seriously tho Craig is an idiot. but his and Tweek’s relationship dynamic/development is so good. I will reread some interactions like ten times cause they’re so cute and funny. So if you also like dialogue/interactions sign yourself up. It’s incomplete, but author updates regularly!

Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun

More Trouble Than You’re Worth(@voidjelli)–Amanene-Complete(183k)- Have you ever wanted as many fanfic tropes as possible shoved into one beautifully written fic? Well I've got the story for you! lol I’m personally obsessed with ‘he’s so in love with her it’s pathetic’ so this fic kills me. The writing is phenomenal and the characterization/relationship buildings are amazing. I’m a sucker for good friendships and fun group dynamics which this fic is filled with AND there’s a prequel Last Call(7k)

Undertow(Kawffee)-@kawff33-Amanene-Complete(96k)--The amount of effort and research that must have gone into this fic astounds me. Like a mystery/romance with a small-town island setting, Nene doing Orca research? I learned so much. The writing is astounding, the concept is fantastic, it was so fun to read, and I’m amazed it exists as just a fanfic tbh

#honestly i have more of both and other ships but these are my fav rn #south park #craig tucker #sp creek #sp craig #jshk #amanene #fic recs #tweek tweak #tbhk #hanako #nene #maybe i'll add if and when i have more fics to share #sharing is caring after all #if i missed any blog tags feel free to add them I tried to find everyone :)#hananene

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sstvrnioloo · 17 days

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stone cold - c.s pt.2 of "i'll beat her bitch ass."

pt1

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femvolleyballplayer!y/n x comforting!chris

warnings: cursing, crying, intentional lowercase, no grammar used (intentional), detailed brutal fighting, mentions of death, ig triggering topic, use of y/n (sorry?) ig angst???

summary: somerville won the semi-finals and amelia's team goes home. amelia should wish that she hadn't said that because y/n doesnt play when it comes to someone talking about her boyfriend. shits about to go down.

this is set in some random ass au that i can’t really explain😭

p.s sorry to people named amelia, no hate to y’all !💗

also be kind to others please !!

don’t like don’t read !!

find some other shit to do.

not proofread (a bitch don’t got no time for that shit)

this is my creative work and i do not approve of plagiarism in any way. i also do not approve of reposting my work onto other apps or anything of the idea. SSTVRNIOLOO 2024.

a/n: HEYY , so this is your surprise fic series ive been working onnnn ~ also my laptop stopped working so i don’t have the option of typing anymore, so it’ll be on my phone or ipad. (mostly ipad though) 💔

wc: 2k

enjoy !!

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im going to beat this motherfucker up.

how dare she slap me, tell chris is only dating me because im just a "good fuck", and saying didnt love me.

im going to beat her so bad that her nose is so fucking crooked. so bad that she cant speak. that shes hospitalized just as long that i was when she injured me.

after she slapped me i pounced on her. yanking at her hair & jaw to get her to look at me.

"whos laughing now, bitch?"

laughing, i bitch slap her right back and punch her in the nose. nobody even dares to fucking touch me. no one.

i jump on her pounding her head onto the glossy gym floors. throwing many punches at her nose and face, practically drilling my knuckles into her faceーwith. no. absolute. mercy.

i didnt care how bad her injuries were gonna be. i could actually care less.

my white jerseyーwell, previouslyーwas now splattered with her blood.

"yeah get her ass !!"

meghan yelled from the bench. i love meg.

nobody was really going to stop me. i probably looked like a monster.

"please stop!! im sorry !"

amelia yelped and screamed. i heard herーloud and clearーbut didn't give no fucks.

throwing punches directly at her nose, hoping to complete my goal of making her; already hideous nose; crooked as hell.

her face drowned of ruby red coloured blood. her mouth draining of blood and face bruised and cut.

i could practically kill her. but do i want murder charges though? no.

i looked at her twisted nose in proudness & enjoyment. he nose was perfectly crooked how i wanted it to be.

all this timeーwith out realizing itーi'd also been fighting off the refs and amelia's teamates. i was also tuning out the repeatedly blown whistle.

well too late. the damage was done. she was definitely fucked up.

its called payback, bitch.

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she surprisingly got up, stumbling around before she threw a hand at me. she punched my nose and scratched my cheek.

i felt the burning sensation on my cheek and my blood sprinting down my cheek.

“you motherfucker!”

she furiously yelled at me, with tears running down her face, mixing in with the blood.

my eyes shot down to the gym floor. it was one big puddle of blood. i grinned crazilyーlike a fucking serial killer.

we were both standing in fighting positions, ready to quite literally kill each other.

i caught chris’ big blue orbs staring at me. he was also grinning. he knew the rivalry that me and amelia have; that’s why he never stopped me.

the crowd was chanting my name. they all backed me up on this rivalry comepletely.

our faces were both decorated with blood. but mine didn’t have tears streaming down them.

i knew i was going to penalized for the tournament. i most definitely was; without question.

this beef wasn’t with any of our other teammates, it was only between me and her. though everybody knew what amelia did to me last season.

the referees and her teammates finally pulled us away from each other. both screaming profanities at eachother.

but suddenly whilst she was walking back to her bench. she fell. its all because i knocked her outー

stone cold.

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as my coach walked me to the locker room, i heard cheering, applause and more loud chanting of my name. they all knew the beef between amelia and i.

i got to the locker room with my coach and sat down.

“you’re expecting me to yell at you or something, hm?”

my coach monique said.

“yep.”

“well i’m not. i’m so proud of you for beating that bitch up.”

coach monique laughed.

“thank you! i thought everybody thought i was a monster for doing that”

“you’re a monster on the court. but thatーthat was just handing pure business.”

“thank you coach”

coach monique walked back out the the court to settle my team and talk to the refs.

suddenly, chris walked in to the locker room.

“oh hey chris”

“hey baby”

he went in to hug me but i gestured no.

“unless you want blood on your shirt, i don’t think you should.”

“i don’t really care”

he hugged me tightly and i hugged right back.

“so how’d the fight even start y/n?” chris questioned

“well first she slapped me because i was supposedly “cheating” then told me that you were only dating me because i was a “good fuck” and you didn’t love me”

i explained calmly.

“that little bitch.” chris said low-toned.

“and that’s exactly why her nose is crooked as fuck”

i grinned, remembering how her nose looked.

“i’m gonna go back to the stands and get to car.” chris said.

“okay see you in a bit baby”

he gave me a swift kiss on the lips and walked out the locker room.

i grabbed a wet towel and dabbed at my cuts and bruisesーa burning sensation each time i dabbed at them.

changing back into my clothes and taking my sports bag. i head to the car and greet my friends.

i hated the media. and now they were following me.

i stepped out the door and walked to car where all my friends were. i ran up to nick first.

“hey babes!” nick said excitedly.

“hey nickk” matching his same energy.

group hugging lauren and angelina (angie) happily while getting tons of dumb questions from the media that was previously following me.

also greeting matt aswell, making sure to make him smile.

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parking into the driveway, me, matt, chris, and nick got out the car and heading inside the house.

nick and matt went to their rooms, leaving me and chris to go to our shared one.

“i need a shower” i said.

“okay baby i’ll go after you” chris said.

i closed the bathroom door and started stripping my clothes off. once fully done, i stepped inside the shower, turning the water on and letting the water stream down.

the water mixed in with the little blood that was left on me. falling on the shower tiles.

i took my loofah and put soap on it and watched it grow soap suds on it. i got lost in relaxing feeling of hot water and sudsy soap. it just rejuvenated me.

hopping out the shower, and drying myself with my towel. i threw on my clothes that were laid out on the counter. i opened the bathroom door and felt the cold air rush past me.

i stretched out on the shared bed and get a call.

it’s from my aunt. she never calls me. why now?

“hey y/n it’s me”

my aunt sounded like she was crying. but why?

“yes auntie?”

“y/n y-you’re parents died.”

i dropped my phone on the bed.

no. this is some kind of sick joke.

my eyes darted everywhere, trying to register what i just heard.

they couldn't have died. i saw them last night when they flew to London.

when they disappointed me telling me they couldn't make it to my game. i had totally forgot about that when i looked around in the stands.

then, i broke out into a loud, ugly, sob.

chris’ eyes immediately shot to me.

“what happened y/n??” his voice laced with worry and concern.

"my parents- they-" i couldn't finish my sentence.

"take your time ma" chris said gently.

i could hardly believe my parents died. it just wasn't possible.

chris hugged me tightly and kissed my forehead, trying to get me to calm down.

i sobbed. i loved my parents so much. sure we weren't on the best terms with eachother lately. but i still loved them dearly.

and the worst part is, the last thing i ever said to them but "i hate you both"

"chris the last thing i said to them wasn't even i love you!" i wailed, still sobbing.

"shh y/n" chris calmed.

then chris just held me there. no words. no sound. nothing.

just silence.

he knew what had happened by the hints i dropped.

i just couldn't bring myself to say it. not yet.

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i awoke, wrapped in chris' arms. i looked over the time,

1:56pm

a solid 13 hours of sleep.

yet i still felt tired.

i had no energy. so many missed calls and texts.

i knew what they were all gonna say,

"We're so sorry for your lost! If there's anything we can do to help let us know."

well you most certainly cant fix those empty parental figures;

hell, i'm an orphan now.

so bullshit.

i opened tiktok bored out of my mind and started scrolling.

i saw a tiktok of a girl who looked around my age with both her mom and dad , doing a dance.

why cant that be me?

i was at my desk a couple minutes later, hatching a plan.

because what if my parents really weren't dead,

what they faked it?

well its time to find out.

chris woke up groggily,

"morning ma" he yawned.

"morning baby" i answered swiftly.

"what are you doing?" he asked.

"we're flying to london."

extra: soooooooooo this took so long for no reason but here it isssss.

school was beating my ass fr fr

but thank you for reading !!!

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forrealtruth · 1 year

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Regrets (Joel Miller X F! Reader)

Summary: You get injured on a DIY rescue mission, Joel swoops in and saves you.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader You&JoelMiller

Warnings: Angst, violence, strong language, blood, gore.

Word count: 2k

A/N: first fic on tumblr ! love this trope <3

You handle yourself pretty well, you’ve spent most of this apocalypse independently having managed to orient yourself on how to stay alive, even in the most perilous situations. The only method you can do this is by occasion, you can prepare for warfare but nothing will ever equip you for combat. You will never know precisely what the other person is thinking; You can’t foresee their next action. Or in this case, how many there are?

You had managed to get away, thankfully, but not without a slash in your gut and a dislocated shoulder. You were not in the contour you were in seven years back. Not sharp or pointed enough to take on six men in one duration, you could hardly take down three on your own on a good day.

You had organized a covering in a small office space, propped up against a desk beside the entrance you haven’t even attempted to barricade, you stood too fatigued and too powerless to even make an effort.

The voices from the four remaining males, you were able to immobilize two of them, were distant but still resounding through the walls of the facility you were in. You hear faint orders to uncover where you were and complete the job. And you wouldn’t oppose that, it being a better alternative to bleeding out.

You couldn’t even specify where you hurt the most, it was everywhere.

But from the blood that had started to stain your shirt, it was a no-brainer you had been pierced somewhere in your belly. Your shoulder was dislocated by the manner it felt and looked, you could likely fix that on your own. However, for now, you need to slow the bleeding. You had no other option than to press your hand there and hold it down with the remainder of the strength you had no matter how great your body refused it. As you pressed harder the ache shot through your body, provoking you to cry out.

You tossed your head back and relaxed it against the wall behind you, your top teeth clamping over your bottom lip in a hopeless attempt to hold yourself quiet.

Your eyes hazily gazed at the room in front of you, falling on a book that lay on the rack across the room. It was a Van Halen tablature book. You couldn’t help but chortle. At this moment you thought about Joel, how the final moments you’d spent together had been an argument. And how you broke your promise.

“You can’t be serious y/n” Joel contradicted, standing in the door frame of the house you shared eyeing you stride around the bedroom, equipping. “You heard them, Miller,” you hesitated to peer up at him from your situation across the room “they have my brother-“ he stepped forward as you tossed another case of ammo into your bag “you cannot tell me to sit here and do nothing.”

Joel swallowed, clenching his jaw as he considered what to say. “Tommy won’t authorize a party to go out. You know that y/n'' he crossed his arms across his chest “-and you sure as hell ain’t goin’ alone doll.” You let out a groan of irritation, “Well I'm going, alone or not.”

“God dammit!” Joel’s voice rose a bit, pulling you from the gun you were loading. “Are you tryin’ to get yourself killed out there?-” He asked helplessly “He is out there Joel! My brother!” You shouted “He’s been missing for years! You can’t stand here and tell me you wouldn’t do the same for yours.” You could notice you struck familiarity with that statement. He would do that for his brother. He has.

Joel sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in aggravation. At this instant, you knew he was going to attempt a compromise. “Just-“ he looked up from the floor, bearing his eyes into yours. “Give me a couple of days-“ you instantly shut that idea down. “He doesn’t have a couple of days Joel!” He sighed once again “baby, I need time to convince Tommy for a group. Twenty-four hours. That’s all I ask of you.” The male strode onward, closer to you.

“I don’t have that kind of time, Joel! He’s all I have! All I’ve ever had!” You hadn’t recognized what you said until you watched Joel’s complexion wash over with a tint of sorrow, quickly replaced with bitterness. “All you have, huh?” The male questioned, clenching his jaw “no-“ you began, guilt beginning to climb to your cheeks “Joel- that’s not what I meant.” You sighed, watching as he started for the exit. “I’m sorry- '' all you could do and reach forward, taking a few steps in an effort to wrap your hand around his wrist to halt him. “ I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry. I’ll stay.” All he did was ‘mhm’ in response “Please- I- I'm just scared Joel. I’m terrified.” You felt tears well up in your eyes; you allowed his arm to drop down to his side. Joel ultimately circled to face you.

Joel felt a ping of remorse constrict around his gut once his hazel orbs met your tear-brimmed ones, “I- I mean- what if he’s hurt? Or- he doesn’t know who I am? Or he’s already-“ you wept, unable to complete the sentence, it pained too much to even fathom. You felt yourself being tugged forward and into a warm embrace “Shh darlin’” Joel whispered into your hair, smoothing the back of it. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, “We’ll find em’ I promise-“ The male soothed, holding you close.

The next dawn, he awoke to an empty mattress, you had taken off, and a missing rifle. All of Jackson could hear his wrath.

Currently, here you are, broken, injured, and surely going to die if you don't get help soon. But you couldn’t run. Not when you were so close to the finish line. You bit down another cry as you reached out to the curtain material that had made its place next to you, dirty and dusty from all the years untouched. You felt your head lighten up as you fastened it around the wound on your abdomen.

You let your head hang down, closing your eyes. You knew you were exhausted but there was nothing you could do.

You felt bile climb in your throat as the flash of death thundered through your head. This was it. You were going to die here. Alone and hopeless. The taste of iron in your mouth induced you to lean over to spit blood out of your mouth, you feared the absolute worst. You let your tongue glide the bottom row of your teeth and felt a bit of solace when you discovered it had just been a tooth knocked loose from one of the hits you had taken in the quarrel.

You sat there for what seemed like an eternity, you felt your eyelids begin to get heavier; you struggled like hell to keep them open. You knew if they shut, they would never open again. Gunshots yanked you out of your haze. You heard a bit of a wrestle, large footsteps, and additional sounds of combat. You let in a shaky inhale, holding your eyes open with whatever ability you had left in your body.

You heard some inaudible yelling, you knew you had left a blood path, from the middle of the foyer where you had collapsed to where you were now, having drug yourself in here on your forearms.

You listened to a voice entering the hallway you were in, and the steps sounded desperate. “Y/n!?” you couldn't mistake the sound of his voice. You felt your heart quicken and found the desire to cry. “Joel?!” your voice sounded hoarse, broken, anguished. And he could hear that from his position in the hallway. You could see a flash of his signature jacket bolt into the room, his gaze discovering you in your situation. He slid down to your level, taking your face into his hands and giving you a once-over. “Oh God-” he gaped at the condition you were in. Joel just then came to detect how much blood you lost and how much time they didn't have. The brown-haired male cursed under his breath, he desperately needed to get you help.

“Tommy!” he cried out as he slid his arms under you, heaving you up into his arms. You yelled out in pain as your body shifted, every inch of your body screaming at you. However, all you could think about was your brother. “Joel-” you swallowed “My brother-” Joel glimpsed down at you as he made his route through the hallway “he’s here Joel.” You felt your eyelids start to become unbearable to hold open. “Find him…” you gasped “please.” Joel made it out into the clearing, “C’mon baby I need you to stay awake. Can you do that?” he pleaded, you relaxed your head on his shoulder and murmured an affirmative. You breathed out, sensing Joel's movements become hastier. You leaned upward to press a kiss to his jaw and that's when you couldn't battle it any longer, your eyes shut.

When you woke up all you could feel was the lack of painkillers in your system right now, the pain in your shoulder ceased but the pain in the abdomen was terrible.

You peeked to your left, you could see Joel sitting there, facing the window, his guitar propped up against the chair he sat in. You noticed the downpour, the raindrops fluttering down the pane, you cleared your throat so you could speak. “Beautiful day out huh?” You asked, voice raspy. Joel’s body turned to face you at a velocity you didn't even think was possible. His eyes widened at the presence of you, bounding forward and pulling you into his arms, you hissed at the pain but returned the gesture gratefully. “How long was I out?” you queried, Joel was quiet for a moment, reveling in you. “Long enough,” he responded as he pulled back, grasping your hand as if you would disappear if he let go. “I can't believe I almost lost you, m’ so sorry darlin’” you shook your head. “None of this is your fault-” you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his quivering lips “none of it.” Joel kissed you again, this time more tender and passionate.

At that moment, you heard the squeak of tennis shoes as they entered the room. Ellie. The second the young girl caught sight of you, she was in your arms. You wrapped your arms around her frame tightly, “I didn't think you were going to wake up.” She spoke into your shoulder, and you couldn't help but smile “Good thing I'm stubborn” you laughed, giving her a squeeze before letting her go.

You heard a male clear his throat from the doorframe, you understood instantly who it was. Your breath hitched and you froze, your eyes meeting his. Tyler. Your brother. You stumbled forward, the blankets of the bed falling to your ankles, you didn't realize how much pain that caused until you were in his arms. You cried into his shoulder as he rubbed your back and quietly cried into yours. You couldn't believe it.

Once you both got yourselves together, he moved you back to your bed and covered you up, your hand instantly finding its way back to Joel. He grasped onto your hand, dragging his thumb across your knuckles. You looked around the room, you were surrounded by the ones you loved most. You survived, you have no idea how but you managed to survive.

Hours had passed, and your brother and Ellie both had ended up leaving to get sleep; they said they would be back early in the morning, but you didn't believe it, Ellie sleeps like a rock.

Joel sat next to you, his eyes looking up at you. You looked down at him and grinned. The male cleared his throat. This entire situation had put his life in perspective, how short it is, and how quick it could end. He realized how much he needed the woman in front of him. How much he needed you.

“Marry me.” he blurted, catching you off guard. “What?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows, assuming you had heard him wrong “When you’re clear to get out of bed, I want to marry you. Hell, I would marry you right now.” You gaped at him, he looked at you with a face that only proved how serious he was. You couldn’t help but grin. “Yes of course I’ll marry you.”

Joel smiled, pulling you in for a kiss. You smiled into the kiss and he pulled away, resting his forehead on yours. “I don’t have a ring right now. I’ll get you one later.” He shrugged, you began laughing at his remark. You didn’t care, you didn’t need a ring to prove how much he loved you. You knew he did, and you did too.

#the last of us #joel x reader #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #tlou

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etoileholland · 1 year

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With love, from me to you

Synopsis: when the student government decides to sell Valentine’s Day balloons and cards, both you and Peter have a similar idea.

Warnings: none

Word count: 2k

a/n; happy Valentine’s Day! Here’s a quick thing I wrote last night at midnight (whoops) but I hope you enjoy!

Valentine’s Day: a wonderful day for many, a dreaded day for some. It all depended on whether you had someone to spend the day with, to gift flowers and chocolates too, to write love letters to, and most importantly, to see who can outdo the other. For some, they were able to partake in the festivities, and for others, such as Peter Parker and his friends, they dreaded the holiday altogether.

“It’s honestly just a capitalist racket.” MJ remarked, taking a bite of her sandwich. It was lunchtime, and everyone congregated in the cafeteria. Even though Valentine’s Day wasn’t until the next week, people were already gearing up for the holiday. Roses and balloons with a card attached were available for purchase through student government, and the committee was pushing the event during lunchtime. The trio watched as the valedictorian hung up the poster advertising the event.

“Tell me about it.” Ned replied before stealing a fry off of Peter’s tray. He ignored Peter’s confused face and popped it into his mouth. “It’s a pointless holiday, really. People should be telling they love each other throughout the year, and not just on one day.” MJ shook her head in agreement.

“Exactly.” She answered, “it’s a dumb holiday.”

The trio nodded their heads as they continued eating and watching their classmates hand out flyers for the valentines balloons with cards attached, or “valentines grams” as they were called. The friend group all had the “sour grapes” mentality—they were bitter about the fact that no one gave them valentines.

“It would be nice to receive one, though.” Peter remarked, taking a fry off of Ned’s plate as revenge. “In all our years in high school, we’ve never received one.”

“We could always buy one for each other.” Ned spoke up, but the disapproving looks on MJ’s and Peter’s face shot that idea down quickly. “It was just a suggestion.”

As lunch continued, the three ate and spoke about various topics. At the next table over, you couldn’t help but overhear what the friend group conversed about. In a way, it was surprising to hear that they hadn’t received one. It seemed as though everyone had received at least one during their high school years—even you had received one.

Even if they didn’t think so, the trio were more popular than they realised. They had a solid group of friends, people knew them by name, they all had a lot of talent and were kind. So it was incredibly shocking that no one had gifted them one.

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“Did you do last night’s homework?” Peter questioned you right as he sat down at the shared table in your chemistry class. “I only did half of it as I was babysitting my little cousin Morgan.” He laughed, setting down his backpack. “She wouldn’t let me do my work because it interrupted her tea party.” His face had a large smile on his face as he recounted his day yesterday. Seeing him happy brought a smile to your own face.

To be honest, when he told you about his days, it made it feel as though he was your friend. Although you secretly wished for more, you were happy with what you got.

“I also didn’t finish my homework, but only because I barely understood it.” You slowly pulled your half completed homework out of your chem folder.

“Oh.” He answered, “I’m sorry.”

You shook your head. “Don’t be sorry about it, it’s not your fault.”

It is my fault, because I’m too nervous to suggest having a study date, he thought to himself.

“Ha, right.” He awkwardly chucked.

Your chemistry teacher walked in from his office with a stack of flyers in his hand. “I was told by the student body to hand out these flyers for the valentine’s grams that are on sale starting today.” He began to walk around the classroom, handing out the flyers to the students. “They’ll be on sale until the 13th at the main office, so make sure you buy one soon.” When he got to your table, he placed a few down and continued walking.

Both you and Peter reached for the stack at the same time, your fingers brushing against his. Electricity coursed through your veins, and you could feel yourself become flustered. You looked up at Peter whose face was the same shade as the pink flyers. He brought one to his face in an attempt to cover his blush.

“So,” his voice came out higher than anticipated, “the valentines grams seem nice this year.”

“Yeah.” You breathed out, “it comes with a balloon and a handwritten card for $5.” What are you, a spokesperson for the grams? You thought to yourself.

“I see.” Peter replied, “it’s a good deal.”

“It is.”

“Alright class, turn to page…”

Your awkward conversation was cut short by the teacher who rambled on about skeleton structures, a subject that began to bore you to death. When you glanced up at Peter, you noticed that he was looking at you instead of the teacher.

“Sorry about that.” Peter whispered to you, his face turning pink again.

“Don’t worry.” You replied as you focused your attention on what your teacher was rambling on about.

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After school that day, you ran into the main office where the grams were for sale. You hoped that you wouldn’t run into Peter, but when you serendipitously saw him walk into the auditorium, you sped walked to the office.

“I would like to purchase a valentine's gram please.” The secretary handed you a card to fill out, and you handed her the bill.

What should I say?

Maybe, “happy Valentine’s Day?” That’s a bit too average.

Or maybe “be my valentine.” You shook your head. That’s way too forward.

As you racked your brain for what to say, you failed to notice the secretary growing impatient. “Please write something honey. There are people behind you who’d also like to purchase one.”

“Sorry.” You uttered as you moved out of the way. The pressure made it harder to figure out something to say, so you sat down on a chair outside of the principal’s office.

After a few minutes, the perfect response came to you. You handed in the gram and left the office, now feeling excited for Valentine’s Day to come around.

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“May, can I have $5?” Peter asked when he returned home later that day. He saw his aunt preparing dinner, knowing that she would be more willing to accept his offer while she was preoccupied.

“What for?” She questioned, turning off the stove. The pan almost bubbled over, but this was a normal occurrence when she cooked.

“Um, I owe the lunch lady that money.” Peter lied, hoping that May would believe him.

“Nice try, but I added money to your account today. You have a positive balance, so what’s it really for?” She placed the pan back on the stove. It was spaghetti night, so once she finished draining the pasta, she added in the marinara sauce.

“Is it for the valentine grams that are on sale?” She smirked, “I saw the flyer earlier today, and I happen to know that they’re also $5.”

Shit.

Her response need no reply as Peter’s face turned bright red. “Is it for a girl?” May asked in an enthusiastic tone.

“Yes.” Peter choked out. “There’s someone in my chemistry class that I think is really pretty.”

“Well why didn’t you say so in the first place?” May asked before walking over to her purse. She rifled through her wallet and exclaimed “aha!” when she found a $5 bill. “Now,” she paused, walking over to her nephew, “write something thoughtful on it, yeah? Don’t just say happy Valentine’s Day—give it some thought.”

“I will.” Peter answered confidently, “I promise.”

—

Valentine’s Day came quickly, and the student government announced that they would be delivering the grams during 6th period, which was when you had chem with Peter.

You held your breath when you heard the announcement. Peter would receive the gram, and you would have to sit there watching awkwardly. The gram was addressed to him from you, so he would know you got it for him.

You couldn’t be more mortified.

Peter was feeling just as mortified when he heard the announcement. He too addressed it to you from him, so he would have to watch as you read the gram.

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When sixth period rolled around, you slinked into class. Your heart rate was through the roof, and you knew this would be the most awkward experience in a long time. What if Peter is repulsed by your valentine? Would he cease to interact with you?

You watched as Peter was the last person to arrive to class before the bell rang. He slumped in his chair and turned away from you, his face beet red.

The teacher began his lecture, and neither one of you could look at each other. The tension was thick enough to cut through, but you tried your hardest to pay attention.

Halfway through class, a few students from the student body burst through the doors, balloons in hand.

“Sorry teach, but we have a special delivery for a select few.” A guy whom you think is named Harry began to search through the balloons that he and his classmate Emily had in their hands. After a minute, they pulled out two balloons with their cards attached on the balloon weights.

“We have two grams here, one of which will go to Peter Parker.” He scanned the room for Peter, and he held his hand up a bit. When Harry saw him, he rushed over to Peter as he placed the balloon in his hand. “And the other goes to…” He glanced down at the card. When he saw it was for you, he passed the balloon to you. “That’s everyone, thanks for allowing us to crash the party.” Harry awkwardly laughed, frowning as no one laughed with him. The two left as quickly as they initially entered.

“I wasn’t expecting a card.” Peter whispered to himself. The teacher continued with his lecture, but both you and Peter were preoccupied.

“Neither was I.” You remarked. The card was attached to the balloon, and with shaky hands, you read the card.

Will you be my valentine? ~Peter

Peter? Peter gave you a card?

Peter reached for his card, and gasped when he read it.

Happy Valentine’s Day Peter. Hope the day is as wonderful as you.

The message was addressed from you, to him. At first, he couldn’t believe you actually gifted him one, but he recognised your handwriting.

He was grinning like an idiot with a bright red face.

You looked over at a blushy Peter, and your heart melted. You would do anything to see him this happy.

When class ended, both you and Peter took your time putting away your school supplies. After a minute of silence, Peter spoke up.

“Thank you for the valentine gram. I loved it.”

“You’re welcome.” You answered, “I loved mine too.”

The two of you were smiling, and you wished you could stay in that moment forever. But when students came in and began to sit in their spots, you moved towards the door. Following you, Peter walked out of the classroom after you. When you stopped near the door, he stopped too.

“Oh, I would love to be your valentine.” You replied softly. Even though the hallway was bustling, he heard you perfectly.

“Yeah?” He asked with a shy smile.

“Yeah.”

“Well that’s good.” Peter reached up to rub the nape of his neck. “Are you busy tonight?”

When you shook your head no, Peter’s face lit up.

“Would you like to go to dinner tonight?” He asked in a hopeful voice.

You smiled back at him, “I would love to.”

He walked you to class, even holding your books on the way to your class. As you both walked through the hallway, you couldn’t have been more grateful for the student government and their valentine gram campaign.

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a/n; a short one, but I hope you liked it! Requests are open and if you’d like to be added to my taglist, let me know!

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clarks-letterman · 2 years

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aftermath | steve rogers x spidey!male!reader

a/n — this is crackfic, take nothing in this fic seriously as per usual with my smut- (also, yeah, the reader is Spider-Man. thank @denim-devil for this..)

summary — Reader shows up long after Steve's birthday party ended and is determined to make it up to him.

warnings — SMUT! 18+ Rimming (reader receiving)

words — 2k

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The soft hum of a vent in the ceiling rustled the flaxen hair of the super-soldier sitting beneath it. Slumped in one of the black dining chairs, the ventilation susurrated his perceptive ear as he thumbed over one of his newest gifts. No light perforated the windows off to his side apart from the occasional firework from miles away, the moon sitting high and shining a pale glow that rivaled the square tiles of fluorescent lighting embued overhead. They created a streaking glare over the tightly melded cellophane covering Steve's new watch that was easy to pull away, leaving him with a cheap recreation of himself in silicone.

It was meant to be a joke told on Tony's behalf, giving it to him as the final gift after the party had started heading out that he had teased for weeks leading up to today. Steve was a bit confused when he saw the red, white, and blue-striped wristband, followed by a cartoony caricature of the man out of time, represented by the fact that his mouth was open wide with a small LED panel matching the likes of a calculator keeping track of the time. While Steve did not get the joke at first, he instantly understood the technology. He was grateful to receive a coherent device rather than some complex machinery with knobs and buttons that would perplex him for weeks until he would eventually cave in and ask you for help with it after accepting his own defeat. Sure, it ruined Tony's joke, but it felt from his time like the whole day had.

Thanks to the other male, Steve had gotten to spend the day in an olden times party themed around the decade that he went into the ice. The kitchen and dining area had been left untouched, but everyone on the team tried dressing up in an appropriate outfit for the decade and even attempted to bake a cake with an authentic recipe from then—a rich and moist raspberry cake with a bulky layer of thick cream cheese frosting coating the sponge. They were lucky that the requirements for a cake have stayed roughly the same for over a century. The bash got wild as Tony drunkenly invited as many people as he knew, leaving the kitchen a mess. In the end, the party went off without a hitch, and the only thing that could have made his day better was you.

Down the hall, distanced from the scattered confetti and half-hung streamers, came the repeated strike of rubber against shiny linoleum flooring. Steve heard the rushed footsteps grow closer until they came to a halt in the same room as him, and his bowed head scanned the floor until reaching your feet, following up the set of spandex-clad feet to the rest of your body, favorably outlined by your suit.

"Did I miss it?" Your voice came out with a huff as you glanced around the room, seeing the various party decorations and litter coating the floor, complete with knocked-down high-rise chairs and a few booze-stained spots on the furniture. However bad this got, you knew you had missed all of it, "Shit. I'm sorry, Steve."

He sat up, placed the gag gift on the dining table, got up, and reached down to a cabinet under the sink. He spoke as he fetched them, "It's alright. Since you're here now, we could clean this mess up together before everyone gets back." Steve returned with two trash bags, and you instinctually shot a string of silk out to one of them before reeling it across the room.

"Where did they go off to?" You asked, reaching down to pick up the disposable cups that contrasted the party's original theme of an older time with a touch of something modern.

"A club that Tony has VIP access to," Steve answered, doing the same on the opposite side of the kitchen, "I know you probably don't want to be doing this after your long day."

You continued to pick up the scattered litter, “Well, we met cleaning up the scum of New York, so cleaning up trash is just like that. But one sounds so much lamer.”

A few moments went by before you realized that you could easily pull things from the ground into the bag with a quick thwip as you were still wearing your suit. You thought about walking straight to bed and letting Steve pick up the trash on the floor, but you had already missed his special day, and he didn't deserve to be stuck cleaning up everyone else's mess.

“I can change out of my suit after this, and we can head out for dinner or something else? I’m sure something’s still open, and they can sing those stupid songs about it being your birthday. Are you gonna tell them you’re one-hundred and four or thirty-six?” You offered, “I want to make it up to you, Steve.”

Steve tied the knot on the ends of his trash bag, tossing it against the wall and retrieving a second bag, “Knowing that you were saving everyone else is how you make it up to me. Besides, the only saving I needed was from Tony’s party by the end of it.”

You let out a low and knowing chuckle, “Let me guess it turned into another birthday rager, Rogers?”

“Yeah, I convinced him to clear it out before it got too crazy. Glad he took everyone else with him.”

“So, you were waiting for me?” Steve stayed silent, and the silence ushered you closer to him. You moved into picking up stuff in the area he was working on—the junk covering the wide kitchen island and the surrounding countertops. The dark counters bordering the island were the remnants of the ingredients used to make Steve's timely cake, one of which was a hefty piping bag still half-filled with icing. You took it with one hand. Surprisingly, it can't be much bigger than Steve himself when he hasn't seen you all week.

Regardless, the guilt gnawed at you as Steve stayed silent, his eyes burning you from behind as he watched you, “I’m sorry, Steve.”

“Why do you keep saying that? You were saving the world,” He opposed.

You turn, still holding the bag of icing, “Because I am, and if I can’t separate hero stuff from you and me, then where does that leave us?”

“Hand me that icing?”

“What?“

“And get on the island, all fours.”

You follow through with what he says, passing him the piping bag and hopping up onto the surface of the kitchen island with your hands and knees propping you up, and the next thing you know, a large hand pulls the lower half of your suit down, exposing your backside to the chilled air inside the compound.

“Steve, what are you—,“ He cut you off before you could protest his actions.

“I think you’re right about what you said. We met on the battlefield, so we can’t be us without embracing the hero stuff and its downsides. Now, I don’t usually proposition myself as a—,“ Steve pauses for a moment before choking out the words, “—bussy lover, am I using that right?”

“Yeah, you are, old man.”

“Then this ass belongs on the field as much does to be loved,” Steve confessed, gripping the bag firmly in one hand, careful not to let any spill out from the top and angle it to your ass. His hand tensed, squeezing his digits into the pudgy cream encased in plastic film. The pressure forced the solid-colored cream to puff out at the pointed tip.

Steve doled out the thick icing along the line of your crack, funneling a hefty stripe of it from your puckered hole to your lower back. With one broad stroke of his tongue, Steve lapped it all up in one go without interruption. It added a world of sweetness to what was otherwise flavorless eye candy for him to admire, and brief notes of tangy wonders reminded him of the perfect peach in front of him.

As for you, your arms went limp after the initial shock of a feeling sending more shivers through you than the air against your exposed skin after a long day in the summer sun. Steve wasted no time cleaning up his purposeful mess with an impressive singular stroke that was teasing and warm. That was just from one taste, and yet you both wanted more. With a single hand, a slow arch came to form as Steve slid his hand down the scarped ramp that was the small of your back, using his newfound hold to bring you closer to him. Your ass was on full display as your knees were hidden, tucked into your lower middle, while your hole revealed itself from your assumed position.

A soft press to the flimsy plastic on Steve's behalf sent another, much smaller, dollop of frosting to fall over your waiting pucker. The feeling of a soft and wet press to your opening elicited a cry from the other end, but Steve only sat there for a moment. You thought he would lave over your crack with a broad stroke of his tongue like he had done before to savor the taste of what was offered to him, but he deferred himself from the idea. Steve kept the tip of his tongue prodding at a dab of icing layering your hole, his nose ghosting along the trail leading to your tailbone until he pressed further.

Steve used his pointed tongue to dive into your warmth, building pressure inside from his wide tongue as another strain came from the crotch of your suit. You caved to the urge to work against the strongest—and most pleasing muscle—Steve had received throughout his ancient history, pressing back until you felt his lips against your rim. His tongue reached deeper, exploring new places and taking the creamy frosting with it.

It didn't take long for Steve to start moving, bobbing his head and reeling his tongue back and forth. And it took even less for his hand to abandon the remaining icing and glide his hand amid the space between your heat-radiating erection and the chilled counter surface below, creating friction with his hand that stimulated your lycra-clad cock. The two of them working in tandem poured noises out of you that didn't reflect the tune of a happy birthday but were a new song, complete with high cries and low begs for Steve to drive you to climax.

Soon, Steve's lips started to do with your hole what his broad muscle of receptors couldn't. He kissed at your sensitive nerve-endings, catching whiffs of the sweet cream while his tongue was as deep as he could push it, stretching those same nerves out with the reach of it. That was it. That was your breaking point. It was in those final moments that you had fireworks bursting in your mind as your suit became a mess of its own, white spurts pooling with each movement of Steve's mandible.

His absence was noticeable as he pulled away from your rear, giving a few laps to the bits of frosting on your cheeks to add additional instigation to your slowly fizzling high. Almost as if it were the scattered remains of powder drifting down from a deflagrated uproar.

You turned, flipping on your back to the dark granite as you laid flat against it, "I forgot to say happy birthday to you."

Steve let out a low chuckle as a sign that everything was okay again, "It really was a happy birthday to me."

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cest-la-vieve · 2 years

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Mind Games (Azriel x Reader)

Summary: Cute little Azriel one-shot, based on a very passionate conversation about who the Inner Court is maining in MarioKart. Az is just a bit too competitive when it comes to game night and reader decides she's had enough.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Mature themes! No smut but def 18+

Notes: for a very good pal, @hazelmaysworld, who didn't have the greatest day, az cheers up everyone 😉

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Game nights with the Inner Circle were no joke, especially since that had extended to include the two elder Archeron sisters and Varian… Well, and myself, I suppose.

Azriel had found me in a cabin in the Night Court territory on a mission gone sideways, knocking on my door bruised and bleeding. I, not recognizing him as the Shadowsinger of the Night Court, took him in and nursed him back to health. He couldn’t say a word at first, the ash arrows in his wings had ensured that, but once he woke up a few days later… He still didn’t have much to say.

I had been perfectly content with that… Until he showed up a second time. His wounds weren’t nearly as bad but I surmised that he was trying to hide them from someone. This time though, I made him explain.

The gist was that he was far from the Court - a Court he was part of, I found out - on a mission that his High Lord and Lady had told him to abandon, which is why he couldn’t call them for help. He also explained that his injuries this time weren’t the only reason he came back.

He had wanted to thank me and ask if he could look through my library for something to help the High Lady since I seemed so adept at healing. My family and I had collected many books throughout the years, so our second floor of the cabin had essentially become a library.

I, of course, as is my duty as a citizen of Night, said he was welcome to come back anytime and browse the shelves. I did not realize that he would come back with both the General of the Night Court and the High Lord himself.

I very quickly realized that these overgrown Illyrian babies were nothing more than that - a trio of brothers that just so happened to rule the most powerful Court our lands had ever seen. I made them lunch and after they effectively ate me out of house and home, they invited me to Velaris.

Weeks later, I was offered a position on the Court, and months later, we were here. Playing a particularly intense game of MarioKart.

Rhys and Feyre, Rhys as Toadette (at the insistence of a very giggly Cassian) and Feyre as Peach, had left hours ago, citing “Night Court business” which we all knew was bullshit. Rhys had been in Feyre’s head all night, flirty or dirty thoughts being shared between them until it got to the point both of them were consistently coming in 11th and 12th. Thankfully, they spared us the details and quietly left to the River House.

Amren had been forced to play as Baby Mario, which lasted for exactly one race before she demanded Varian take her elsewhere for wine.

Mor had been begging to go to Rita’s all night, which was our usual tradition once the games were complete, but the begging had started early when she kept getting 6th place as Rosalina. She eventually claimed she was cursed and that only a night of dancing would make her better. She left, Cassian promising he’d be on her heels the minute this cup was over.

Cassian, who always played as Donkey Kong, was getting more frustrated with Azriel by the second. A well-placed banana peel thrown by our current 1st place had 2nd place Cassian cussing up a storm, which Nesta took as their sign to leave. We had gotten her to play a few races with us, though she kept switching up her character and karts, blaming her losing streak on them. So she grabbed Cass’s hand and practically dragged him to the front door as soon as she could, telling us she was going to dance with Mor.

That left Azriel, Elain, and I battling it out with two races to go. Elain was content to drive Daisy around at a leisurely pace, never throwing her items because she “didn’t want anyone to blame her for their lack of skill”, which I had only laughed at.

Azriel… Azriel was a different beast entirely. From what I could tell, he had spent hours mapping out the exact right character, kart, wheel, and paraglider combination for each CC and board. Though he usually defaulted to Shy Guy, he would have us waiting for minutes as he found which kart had the exact acceleration level he needed. He was the most competitive person I had ever met, though he usually backed it up by kicking our asses at every game.

I could usually get close to beating him but hadn’t ever succeeded. It got frustrating, watching the way he’d planned for my every move and outsmarted me at every turn. This is how most nights ended, everyone leaving and he and I remaining at the House of Wind battling it out until he eventually won too many times that I’d relent and we’d join the others at Rita’s or the River House.

I crossed the finish line and saw Az leaning back in his seat, arms behind his head, smirking. The bastard had been finished for what 15, 30 seconds before I had? Elain was still racing, making cute grunts of displeasure when she was hit with an item or ran into an obstacle. She eventually finished and fell back on the couch, huffing out a sigh.

I laughed and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, “Giving up so soon, soldier?”

She glared at me, though her eyes sparkled with joy. “I already know there’s no beating you two. Better to give up now than watch you two yell at each other the rest of the night.”

Az moved a muscled arm from behind his head to place a hand on his heart, feigning hurt, “No need to yell at her when I know I’ll beat her anyways.”

I stuck my tongue out at him and a small snort of amusement left his nose. Elain just shook her head at us and stood up, smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress.

“Well, best of luck,” she said, patting my head, “But I’m getting up early tomorrow to plant the seeds that just arrived from the Day Court, so I need to get some rest tonight.”

I stood, hugging her, and she whispered in my ear, “Whatever it takes, knock him down a peg.”

I let out a hearty laugh and, loud enough that Azriel could hear, I said, “whatever it takes.”

She smiled and nodded to Azriel before leaving.

I sat back down and picked up my controller. I looked at Az, at that smug grin on his face, and knew Elain was right. Tonight was the night I had to finally beat him at something.

“Well, Azzy-boy? Ready to lose?”

“You know you say that every time we have a game night, right?”

“And one day, I’ll be right.”

“Just hit start,” he grinned, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, controller between his nimble fingers.

I set my brow, focusing fully on the screen in front of us as I hit the button to start the race. My mind raced with ways to throw him off or distract him enough that I could get the win. I quickly ran through all the training Rhys, Cass, and Az had given me as if this were a battle to be won, which to me, it was. What would Cassian do? Assess his opponent for weaknesses.

Az didn’t exactly have weaknesses. At least, not any I could exploit to win a kart racing game.

The race started and it quickly turned into what most would have guessed: Az in first place and me in second, trailing behind him and trying desperately to catch up.

I kept wracking my brain. Talking. I could talk. Say something to throw him off.

So I just started, “You know, Shadowsinger, today I went to the markets down in Velaris?”

He just hummed in acknowledgment, getting a boost from a curve signifying that this was doing nothing to sway his game.

“Well and I went to that cute little shop right next to the Sidra, you know the one that Rhys got Feyre’s Solstice present from last year?”

I spared a glance at him, seeing his back stiffen as his eyes didn’t leave the screen. I knew he remembered last Solstice as well as I did, when Rhys had gifted Feyre a particularly scant set of lingerie in front of everyone, turning her cheeks a deep shade of red. We all had to hide our blushes and laughter as Rhys just grinned wider and wider.

I watched as his kart veered slightly and the distance between us closed just the slightest bit. There it was. Weakness.

I hesitated, only because I wasn’t sure what lines were too far to cross for our friendship. But Elain’s words echoed in my head, “Whatever it takes.” How many game nights had we suffered as Azriel sat smugly in the booth at Rita’s, the rest of us mulling over our loss? Not tonight.

“Az?” I asked, as some time had passed between my last question and now.

“Hmm?” He hummed.

“Do you know the one?”

“Mother above, yes, I know the one. What are you getting at, Peach?”

I laughed slightly at the use of the nickname. It was one I had earned the week after arriving in Velaris, getting drunk on peach wine with Cassian before challenging him to a fight. He took one swing, missing completely, and we both collapsed in a fit of giggles. The Inner Circle had rarely called me by my name since, except Azriel. He only pulled it out during moments like this, just me and him, to either be friendly or distract me from the game, I wasn’t sure.

I squared my shoulders, shaking the memory from my head as I crossed the finish line. One lap to go. It was now or never.

“I couldn’t find anything I liked.”

“Oh?”

I took a deep breath before saying, “Yeah, look.”

I watched his eyebrows furrow in confusion, but with my Fae speed, I lifted my shirt with one hand and held the acceleration button with the other. His eyes widened as he turned his head enough to gawk fully at my now-exposed breasts.

“Cauldron boil and fry me, what the HELL are you doing?”

“Trying to show you that I couldn’t find any of those lacey pieces that suited me well.”

He stuttered, mouth opening and closing like a fish on land, as I kept my shirt up with one hand and steered with the other. His character had fully stopped in place, almost as if the Shy Guy were also waiting to be filled in on what was happening.

I kept pushing on until I had passed Az and crossed the finish line, all while he blushed a deep shade of pink and fought to find the right words.

I dropped my shirt and whooped with joy, jumping up, “TAKE THAT, SPYMASTER!”

His mouth closed and he looked at the screen. He looked back up at me as if it took him a minute to process what just happened.

I jumped around the room, dancing to a song only I could hear, as I reveled in my win over the unbeatable Azriel. I couldn’t wait to get to Rita’s and tell the others that after months of trying, I had finally -

I gasped as I suddenly found myself pressed against a wall, the hard surface mirroring the hard surface of Azriel’s body pressing against my front. His forearms rested on either side of my head, wings spread wide between him, and every breath either of us took was suddenly shared with the other.

His eyes blazed with something I couldn’t decipher as I stared up into them, his tall frame dwarfing mine. The entire feeling of the room had shifted into something foreign between the two of us and I worried I had crossed a line.

I parted my lips, about to ask if I had offended or to apologize for crossing a boundary, but he moved his head to place his lips next to my ear.

“You have no idea what you’ve started, angel.”

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