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mrsnegan · 2 years

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Hey I was wondering if you could do a fic with Negan who is addicted to the reader’s thighs and chest? 🥵🥵🥵

[Hey! I'm so sorry for the long wait, here's a little thing I wrote for your request. 🤤🔥]

Warnings: a bit of angst, smut, a bit of fluff, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, unprotected sex, a bit of cumplay

"Damn baby, I love you", Negan breathed against her neck, peppering her skin with hot kisses.

"Don't you lie to me, you're just desperate to fuck me, that's a difference", she answered a bit breathlessly, trying her best not to believe all those delicious words coming out of his glorious mouth.

"Why so sassy, Y/N? It's the fucking truth."

She pushed him away a bit to look into his eyes. She wanted to believe him, God forbid she wanted so desperately to be loved by him, but his mouth had spun lies in the past, how could she trust his words in a heated moment like this?

"How should I prove it to you?"

"Funny you're asking, maybe start with dumping your wives, then we can talk again about love."

She could see the desire in his eyes fogging over with anger, then, as fast as she had noticed it, it was gone again. He looked tired now, though somehow still adoring her scowling face.

"You know I can't do that, not now anyway. I need to keep that image up, need to lead those peoples. Now more than ever. But I do fucking love you, Y/N, believe it or not."

Her eyes drifted towards his lips, then up to his eyes again. She desperately needed to believe him, even if she had doubts about his words. In his gaze she could swear she saw what he truly felt and that his words were coming straight from the heart. So she sighed, taking his handsome face between her hands to press a kiss onto his lips.

He hummed approvingly, deepening the kiss while pushing her backwards onto her back.

"Let me at least make it up to you, I know how much you love my tongue", he spoke between kisses, his hands already busy with pushing her skirt up which she had solely put on for him.

"You're so full of yourself, Negan", she answered, but enjoyed how his fingers were tracing her thighs upwards.

"Oh darling, you soon will be fucking full of me too."

She wanted to respond to his foul and self-assured words, though his fingers possessively gripped the flesh of her thighs, pushing them apart to better settle between them.

"You have no fucking idea how much I love your thighs. So fleshy and mine." With his strong grip he was sure to leave tiny bruises, but Y/N couldn't care less.

With his signature smirk, he looked at her, before he again kissed the tender flesh of her neck, his hands travelling from her thighs towards her chest. He groped her breasts through her shirt, letting out a gluttoral sound.

"And your tits, they're out of this damn world. So round and also all mine."

Punctuating the last two words, he also pushed up her shirt, baring her breasts to his heated gaze because she had forgone a bra for a reason. His tongue was fast to close around one of her nipples, sucking it into his welcoming mouth.

The moans now leaving her were delicious sounds in his ears, so he continued his ministrations with her other one, switching between her breasts.

"Fuck, Negan", she groaned, feeling her panties dampen by the second. She wanted so desperately to feel him, the power he had over her made her feel dizzy.

"Yes, baby, I love the sounds you're making", he commented while making his way downwards, pushing her skirt as well as her underwear down her legs in one go.

"Yeah, let me see with what I'm working here." His hands parted her legs again, her bare pussy on full display.

"Fuck Y/N, so wet for me, need to taste you", were his words before he delved right in, licking a broad stripe from her entrace to her clit, hugging her thighs tightly on either side of his face.

"Shit", she exclaimed moaning, her hands immediately flying into his hair. He pleasured her like a god, eating her out passionately like he hadn't just tasted her a few days ago.

Her thighs trapped his head between them while her orgasm approached fast. He didn't even use his fingers, his tongue alone brought her to the brink. When she tipped over, she screamed his name, seeing stars.

"Mhm fuck, I just love it when you cum so hard you nearly crush me with those gorgeous thighs", he muttered breathlessly with his deep, sexy voice, biting her inner thigh playfully. His beard glistened with her juices, he looked utterly irresistible like this.

Negan kissed his way back up her body, helping her out of her shirt on his way which left her naked in front of him. Sitting back on his bed, he admired her body, biting his lip at all the dirty thoughts running through his head.

"Where are you going?" she asked when he stood up from the bed.

"Just taking off my clothes. Damn, you're so impatient."

Taking his time, he stripped in front of her while not once breaking eye contact. Despite her orgasm, Y/N was still hungry for Negan, so him undressing slowly felt like some kind of torture. She watched his cock springing free from its confines, all hard and ready for her. Licking her lips, she got up and onto her knees in front of him, intending to return the favor with her mouth obiently open, but Negan had other plans.

"Fuck, as tempting as that looks, gotta fuck that pussy now, I can't wait any longer."

He took her hand, helping her up, and guided her back towards the bed. But instead of pushing her onto it, he lay down himself, motioning for her to straddle him.

With a grin, Y/N followed him, sinking herself down as soon as she had crawled over him, a deep sigh leaving her mouth at the fullness she felt.

"Fuck, still so tight for me", Negan complimented, enjoying the feel of her velvet pussy around him and also the view. Her breasts moved with every determined bounce of her on top of him. His hands came up to them, kneading them lovingly.

"Fuck, you're so touchy today", Y/N commented, her hands finding a home on top of his while her movements never faltered.

"What can I say, I fucking love your tits." His touch got stronger, thumb and index finger of each hand twirling her nipples, a rich moan spilling from her lips. "I love how they feel, how they look. I love how you squirm for me when I touch them." He looked up at her, gifting her with the first deep thrust upwards. "And I sure as shit love how they look covered in my cum."

Y/N groaned at his dirty talk and movements under her, riding him faster to chase another orgasm which was building rather rapidly. "You feel so good."

Negan grinned at her, eyes fixed on her face. Over time he became a master at reading her body and he could see she was close. His hands left her breasts to find a home on her hips, helping her move above him, determined to bring her the most pleasure possible.

"Shit, harder, please", she uttered breathlessly and Negan delivered. He thrusted upwards a couple of times until the waves of bliss crashed over Y/N, leaving her a panting mess on top of him.

"Fuuucking hell", Negan groaned, still thrusting into her to prolong her pleasure. But he couldn't take it any longer, his own release building deep inside of him.

"Up", he uttered, helping her lift her body off of him. She collapsed next to him on the sheets, still panting helplessly, when he positioned himself next to her chest, stroking his cock with fast movements.

She watched him with hooded eyes while he came, roaring a litany of curses as his cum shot onto her chest, covering her breasts in pearls of white.

It took long moments for both of them to catch their breaths. Negan had collapsed next to her, laying on his side to better look at her.

"Damn, you look absolutely gorgeous with my cum on your tits."

She smiled at him lazily, her fingers dancing through his release, smearing it across her chest.

"I love how that feels." Her right index finger came up to her mouth to suck it clean. "And I love how you taste."

Negan nearly roared at her, wedging himself between her legs again and pinning her hands above her head.

"For fuck's sake, why do you always have to be such a fucking tease?"

"Because you love me for it."

"I definitely do. And you love me for all the naughty things I do to you."

She then smiled at him warmly, her fingers, still covered in his cum, stroking his cheeks, a gesture so absolutely filthy and sincere, it described their relationship perfectly.

"Yes I do. But I also love you for so much more."

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sandwichfordinner · 1 year

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First glance (Ithaqua oneshot) (platonic mostly)

The reason I did teen reader it’s because people told me that I should write only platonic for him but idk I feel like I wanna write romantic too but I am about to get cancelled 😍🔥🔥 I wrote this like 2 weeks ago and I was too lazy to edit it so I hope you enjoy it 😭

Also at the end can be a little romantic or just platonically idk

art by pipll15 on twitter

Outside was snowing so badly during this night. It hasn’t stopped for the past 4 hours but you didn’t mind it because you were inside the manor.

The air here wasn’t that warm but it was still nice, at least it wasn’t freezing like outside.

You were walking down the hall after you had dinner with the others, well your teammates from the ‘game’ so called you played with them. It’s not pleasing and not even fun at all.. Wonder how haven’t you died yet.

But now you didn’t want to have those gloomy thoughts in your head, so you continued walking. Honestly.. you didn’t want to go to your room. It was boring, but what can you even do after dinner at this weird looking place. Especially when it’s snowing A LOT. The only answer that you hate: Nothing.

Doing the same thing over and over is so stupid-

You stopped walking as you felt like your eyes saw something down in the garden. You tried to look more clearly through the big window.

It was.. a figure?? Wait isn’t this the new hunter that they announced??

The figure looked up and saw you.. (Eye contact…) You quickly hid under the window , holding your breath for no reason at all. Sweat started to form on your face. They looked, terrifying. Those blue glowing eyes staring back at you. It sent shivers down your spine when you remembered their look.

‘Waiting 2 more minutes’ you thought, I mean come on you were startled and couldn’t move .

❄️

You slowly got up from your old position and carefully took a peek to see if they were still there.

No? Where did they go?! OH NO THEY ARE PROBABLY GOING TO KILL ME. You stumbled and started walking faster, going back to the dining room.

Some people have left. Last time you were there which was like 10 minutes ago there was almost everyone. But now there are 7, which you still didn’t mind,, as long as someone is here you’re okay.

,,Oh hey Y/N! Do you need something?? Are you still hungry?’’ Luca smiled at you as he ate the last spoon of food, chucking it in his mouth.

,,Awslo whhats witwht the face-??’’

,,Luca don’t talk with your mouth full of food, you may choke..’’

Luca ignored Emily’s comment and continued eating, still looking at you waiting for an answer. That made you nervous, you weren’t really open here to the adults around you because some of them are mean for no reason, weird and creepy..

,,Come on kiddo, you look so worried, what’s the matter?’’ He gulped the food. He looked like he was in hurry..

,, Its uh,, I thought I saw something and I got scared and now I am here because i wanna eat a fruit.’’ You quickly said as you were shaking a little bit. Luca raised an eyebrow and stared at you confused but quickly shrugged it off.

,,Whatever you say.’’

You quickly took an apple from the table and left the room once again. Munching the fruit you thought about going to the library.

Your pov

The library that hunters and survivors shared…….

FUCK!! Wait what if they don’t know about the library?? Yeah! They probably don’t. I usually don’t read the books especially in this library, because there is just a bunch of old boring information. But still I wouldn’t mind reading one there.

As I opened the big library doors, I stopped walking. Yum the smell of old books filling the air 🤞

Looking around for something to read I stopped on the travel books. Not gonna lie I found these type of books interesting, exploring and learning facts about the world around you, too bad I can’t even see it here.

Focusing on the shelf of books I finally found the one to my liking.

‘A guide book to the 1915 Panama–California Exposition’.. Eh I guess that should do it. I tip toed to get the book since it was a little bit high, I successfully got it and made my way to the big sofas.

No one’s pov

Looking through the pages while walking there you looked up so you know where you’re going and… You suddenly made an eye contact with a black sclerae and dull blue pupils that were staring at your soul at the moment.

,,AH! You were that person or thing that I saw not so long ago! Uh,, please don’t kill me I would do anything I promi-‘’ a sigh was heard behind their mask making you more nervous that even made your words stuck in your throat. It was a guy.

He positioned himself in a more comfortable position, closing his eyes and relaxing his body. He looked like he didn’t want to talk at the moment.

,,I uh.. sorry for my scream I just got scared and uh.. yeah I will go sorry for disturbing you.’’ Your shaky voice could be the only thing heard in the library.

You started walking quickly to the exit but you stopped when he spoke..

,,Wait…’’ stopping your tracks you looked behind you.

,,I… do not mind you staying..’’ his thick British accent was heard behind his mask.

You didn’t really know what to do now. He sounded shy but looked like he needed company. So.. why not then.. even if he scared the absolute shit out of you two times now. I guess he is trying to be kind.

,,Really??’’ You earned only a nod in response.

,,Alright then..’’ Sitting to the next sofa you opened your book to read from it a little. You positioned yourself and started flipping the pages.

,,Where are you coming from?’’ You broke the awkward silence while you were still scanning the old pages.

,,I… uh.. . . . I don’t want to talk about it right now..’’

You stopped reading and looked up and saw him fidgeting with his hands. He’s nervous.

,,Ah.. I am sorry for asking.. well then what is your name..?’’

,,Ithaqua..’’

,,Oh that’s a nice name, never heard of it but its pretty nice’’

,,Thank you’’

,,What about you..?’’

,,Oh my name is Y/N’’

,,You have a pretty name..’’

,,Thank you :)’’ This can’t get any awkward.

. . .

Oh not the social type.. not like I am really too…

He still looked really nervous, you don’t really know what to do.

,,Hey.. are you nervous? Is something bothering you? You can sleep here if you want I can bring you some blankets and-‘’

,,No I am fine..’’

,,Oh well then.. okay. Are you still sure? I could even make you something to drink like hot cocoa.’’

Now he stopped what he was doing and thought for a little.

,,Yes please, can I?’’

,,Of course. I will be back soon you just wait here.’’

‘He seems nice’

❄️❄️❄️

Getting back with two hot cocoas in your hands you handed him the drink and he took the cup with his cold hands. He quickly muttered a ‘thank you’. He removed a little his mask and drank from it. Only his mouth could be seen nothing else. A satisfied sigh left his lips after he drank the hot sweet liquid, and thanked you again but this time you could hear him clear.

You smiled in response and sat on the sofa once again as you drank your hot drink.

. . . .

,,This is the third time saying that but.. I have to thank you again.. but this time for the nice welcome.. I appreciate it..’’ You could see his little smile under the mask that was covering almost his whole face.

,,Hey it’s no problem, If you need someone to talk to you can always chat with me ’’

His pale cheeks reddened a bit which he quickly pulled his mask to cover his face now. Behind it he smiled, which you indeed did a great job getting rid of his anxiety.

,,Can we see each other more often here.?’’

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mostthingskenobi · 1 year

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CASSIAN’S RECKONING - Chapter 1: The Razor

FIC SUMMARY: Cassian Andor, Jyn Erso, and the rest of Rogue One survive the Battle of Scarif, delivering a major blow to the Empire. But Wilhuff Tarkin will not be made a fool. When Cassian falls into the Grand Moff's clutches, he pays dearly for the Rebellion's victory.

Special Note: I commissioned the wonderful @amikoroyaiart to create 5 illustrations for this fic. I’ve included one of them in this chapter (scroll down to see it!!! It’s 🔥🔥🔥). The rest will be released on my Patreon to my Jedi Knight and Jedi Master tiers.

READ THE FIC ON AO3

I come bearing gifts.

I've been working on this fic since the Andor series began. Jyn and Cassian have become my latest obsession. I love them. But, let me say this right up front: Rogue One is perfect exactly as it is. The only reason I wrote this fic was as a guilty pleasure for myself because I ship RebelCaptain so hard it hurts my soul. Plus there's a general lack of Cassian whump in the world, so I've taken it upon myself to remedy that.

If you are not into whump, turn back now. I don't get too gory in this fic, but there's a lot of hurt before we get to the comfort--as per my usual.

I'm only sharing chapter 1 for now. I just wanted to wet your whistle before I post the rest after I've finished writing it (which should be very soon--I only have a few chapters left). I hope you enjoy.

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PROLOGUE

People had been disappearing since the Empire reared its ugly head. Force sensitives, intellectuals, journalists vanished into an imperial abyss, never to be seen again. Cassian Andor hadn’t expected to be one of them; sure, he’d been imprisoned as a boy, forced into their sick system, ground up, and spat out again. But that was different than disappearing. Even when he’d been sent to Narkina 5 he’d been with other men; he wasn’t the sole witness to the facility’s grotesque truth.

The Rebel Alliance had always assumed the Empire had secret prisons, holding cells, cages—places tantamount to dungeons where these vanished beings were tortured, interrogated, or enslaved.

But now Cassian had proof they existed.

He had irrefutable evidence.

Because he was currently being held in one of these arcane locations, tied to a chair in a freezing cold, pitch black cell.

No one knew where he was, not even himself.

And no one was coming to his rescue.

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CHAPTER 1: THE RAZOR

The mission had been a risk right from the beginning. But what else was new? After surviving Scarif, everything seemed easy in comparison. Jyn had been doubly angered by the plan, firstly because they were sending Cassian on another extremely dangerous assignment less than two months after being released from the medical ward—he had broken several ribs and a leg falling from the databank in the citadel spire. But she was even angrier that they weren’t sending her with him.

“This is ridiculous,” she fumed while they briskly walked through the curving corridors in Yavin 4. “Can’t you talk to Draven? Get me put on your crew?”

“There’s a reason you’re not going.”

“And what is that?” she said, her tone acidic, expecting his answer to be personal.

“They don’t want to put multiple Rogue Squad members together on missions for a while.”

“But that’s insane. We all work best together.” She grabbed Cassian by the elbow and abruptly stopped him. “We’re stronger together.”

Looking at her face, he finally understood. She was afraid. “Jyn, I’m better,” he said gently.

Her voice became quiet though her eyes remained hard. “You almost died on the transport back to base.”

“I know,” his tone softened further. They both pretended they weren’t traumatized by Scarif, pretended that seeing a wall of death rushing at them across the ocean hadn’t turned their blood to ice. He reached out and took her arm in his strong hand, giving her a reassuring squeeze.

“I just don’t think you should go if you aren’t one-hundred percent,” she said.

“I’ve been on other missions since Scarif.”

They had moved closer, their foreheads almost touching. “But this is different. This one…” she shook her head, trailing off. “This one spooks me.”

“It’s almost exactly the same plan we had for infiltrating the Citadel.”

“But Tarkin is a madman, Cassian. And since we’ve stolen the Death Star plans, this mission is like poking a wounded beast.”

He couldn’t hold back a crooked smile. “Are you worried about me?” he teased.

“Be serious,” she replied disapprovingly, which made him smile bigger.

“Tarkin’s not even going to be there. We’ll get in and get out. They won’t have a clue.” He turned and kept moving down the hall. “I don’t have a lot of time so if you want to talk, you have to do it while we walk.”

“Why don’t they want us on missions together?” she asked, her anger from earlier coming back as she hurried to keep pace.

“They picked up some chatter on an imperial comms relay. The Empire has put us on a wanted list. Specifically, you, me, Bodhi, Chirrut, and Baze, but any rebel who survived Scarif is in danger. The Alliance doesn’t want to risk putting us all together in case we get captured. They don’t want to give the Empire the satisfaction of grabbing us all at the same time.”

“What?” Jyn couldn’t keep the fear out of her voice, and she cursed herself for it.

“Don’t worry. Apart from Bodhi, they don’t have any of your names.”

“But they have your name?”

“That was unavoidable.”

“Why?”

“Because I was sent to prison when I was thirteen. They have my face and name permanently on file.”

She grabbed him with more force this time and spun him to a stop. “Cassian!”

He recoiled from her, not sure if she was going to hit him. “What?!”

“This is madness!”

“You know as well as I do that this is the life of a soldier, Jyn.” He was trying not to shout back at her. She had an uncanny knack for getting under his skin. “We don’t get to rest and lay in bed and bundle up until we feel better. We get up and we keep going. You would do the exact same thing if you were me.”

She didn’t reply. She looked down, her chest heaving as she tried to calm herself. Cassian suspected she had an internal battle raging; half of her wanted to protect him, the other half knew she had no right telling him what to do. She certainly never allowed anyone to control her decisions. Eventually she would concede the point. He knew her well enough to know Jyn Erso was no hypocrite.

She nodded but still wouldn’t make eye contact. Cassian took her by the shoulders and turned her square to him, gently squeezing her until she looked up. “It’ll be OK.”

She smirked, acceptance finally softening her features.

In some ways they were closer than ever, comfortable enough to touch each other, challenge each other, even voice their fears. There was no question they trusted each other implicitly—facing death side by side will do that. But in other ways they were miles apart. Unresolved tension existed that Cassian didn’t fully understand. He had theories, but no data to confirm. They were both wounded animals protecting their survival; a lifetime of loss driving a wedge, not just between the two of them, but between them an anyone who wanted to get close. Their friendship was good, it was solid. And though their gaze would linger or their touch was intimate, they were both unwilling or unable to be fully vulnerable. So, Jyn and Cassian remained as close as two fearful, orbiting objects could be.

“You better not break your leg this time,” she joked. “I won’t be there to drag you out.”

He laughed softly. “Is that an order?”

“Definitely.”

They both smiled shyly. After another shared, lingering look they carried on walking.

“So, give me the rundown.”

“I’m not supposed to tell you any of this. I shouldn’t even have told you I’m going on this mission.”

“Come on, Cassian, you know I might catch something the rest of you missed.”

They had arrived at a door that he now paused against. “You’re right, your brain is wired for strategy. But you can’t come in here.” He punched the access panel and revealed the men’s locker room.

Unfazed, she followed him in, much to the surprise of two young recruits. “Beat it,” she barked.

Cassian smirked and shook his head, enjoying the way she pulled rank. He didn’t countermand her order and watched, amused as the soldiers grabbed their gear and practically ran for the door.

“What are the mission details?” She didn’t skip a beat.

Andor moved to his locker and opened it while he talked. “We’re taking a confiscated lambda shuttle to rendezvous with Tarkin’s star destroyer Executrix. We’re going to board under the guise that we’ve been sent by Imperial Military Intelligence to upgrade local data vault security. We’ll use Scarif as an excuse, telling them we’re checking for vulnerabilities.” He took a kit from his locker and walked to the sink.

Jyn pulled herself up on the counter next to him and crossed her legs. “What if Tarkin is there?”

“He won’t be. We have confirmation that he’s taken charge of the Death Star and only goes back to his star destroyers occasionally.” He untucked his shirt and pulled it over his head before throwing it at Jyn.

“What are you doing?” she queried, catching the garment. She glanced at his muscles then quickly looked away when her eyes fell upon a massive scar running around his ribcage, stretching from his chest to his back.

He noticed her flinch but didn’t acknowledge it verbally. “I have to shave.”

“Why?” she said, recovering herself.

“Because I need to look like an Imperial Military Intelligence officer.”

The corner of her mouth pulled up in a wry smile. “Can’t look like a scruffy rebel?”

“Not today,” he said, turning on the hot tap and pulling a razor from the kit. They carried on talking while he worked, splashing steaming water on his face before rubbing shaving cream into his beard.

“What if this is one of those rare occasions when Tarkin is on board?”

“It won’t be, Jyn,” he said firmly, starting to drag the blade expertly over his skin. “A contact confirmed he’s on the Death Star.”

“If he’s on the Executrix, it’s very likely he will recognize you. He’s the sort of man with a mean memory. And there is almost certainly footage of us infiltrating the Citadel on Scarif. Tarkin will recognize you the minute he sees you. You should prepare for that eventuality.”

“And how do you recommend I do that?”

She thought for a moment. “Just pray he isn’t there.”

Cassian snorted. “There’s the brilliant strategy I was waiting for,” he teased, lifting his chin to get at his neck.

“Your best bet is to run. You’ll want to have multiple exit strategies, unexpected ones, to get back to your shuttle. And you might want to consider bringing a droid who can launch a bunch of empty TIE fighters or perform a trash dump while you’re making your escape.”

He had frozen in place, the blade against his throat. “Why?”

“Because when the cruiser activates its tractor beam, you’ll stand a better chance if their scopes are full of debris.”

He didn’t move for a long time, his eyes wide as his brain worked through the problem.

“You forgot about the tractor beam, didn’t you?”

He removed the blade from his neck and nodded. “Can we disable it?”

Jyn shrugged. “Maybe. But you’d do better to confuse it. Disabling it might draw too much attention.”

“It would have been the perfect job for K-2.” Regret lingered in Cassian’s tone.

They locked eyes for a moment, each haunted by K’s final ‘goodbye’ and the eerie way his voice warbled before fading out.

Jyn shook off the memory first. “So, what are you really doing on board? You’re obviously not installing a security update.”

He carried on shaving while he spoke. “The Council wants to find out more about Project War-Mantle and Stellar Sphere.”

“War-Mantle? Why do I know that name?”

“It’s one of the files we saw in the data vault on Scarif.”

Jyn’s eyes became wide. “I remember now.”

“They’re all part of Tarkin’s initiative. The Council thinks there might be information on his local archives that isn’t held anywhere else.”

“You’re right, this is essentially the Scarif plan all over again.”

“Yep.” He leaned forward and splashed more water on his face before drying off with a towel. He ran a hand over his chin and jaw, feeling for any missed spots.

Jyn was surprised how sharp his features looked without a beard to soften their edges. His jaw and cheekbones were straight as a knife. She watched as he studied his boyish appearance in the mirror. Cassian rolled back his shoulders while changing the set of his jaw. The boyishness instantly faded, replaced with imperial coldness as his brow became arched above his aquiline nose.

He reached out for his shirt and as she gave it to him Jyn asked, “What makes you think they won’t see you coming?”

It was Andor’s turn to shrug. “Hope, I guess.” He pulled on his shirt and as he tucked it in, Jyn slid off the counter and came toward him, grabbing the towel he had discarded. She reached up and gently took him by the chin, turning his head to the side before using the towel to wipe away some shaving cream he’d missed by his ear.

“You don’t have any room for mistakes on this one, Cassian.”

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END NOTES

NEXT CHAPTER IS CALLED “THE SCYTHE” - If Cassian had known what was going to happen next, he would never have agreed to the assignment.

Thank you for reading!

Likes, comments, and reblogs are very welcome!

Much love!

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READ IT ON AO3 - Kudos and Comments Welcome :-)

READ CHAPTER 1 “The Razor”

READ CHAPTER 2 “The Scythe”

READ CHAPTER 3 “The Cold”

READ CHAPTER 4 “The Expendable”

READ CHAPTER 5 “The Truth”

READ CHAPTER 6 "The Detritus"

READ CHAPTER 7 “The Salt”

READ CHAPTER 8 "The Power"

READ CHAPTER 9 “The Betrayal”

READ CHAPTER 10 “The Ruse”

READ CHAPTER 11 "The Reprieve"

READ CHAPTER 12 “The Ghosts”

READ CHAPTER 13 "The Redemption"

READ CHAPTER 14 "The Spoils"

READ CHAPTER 15 “The Interrogation”

READ CHAPTER 16 "The Rogues"

READ CHAPTER 17 "The Absolution"

READ CHAPTER 18 "The Reach"

READ CHAPTER 19 "The Hologram"

READ CHAPTER 20 “The Divide”

READ CHAPTER 21 “The Cost”

READ CHAPTER 22 "The Fallout"

READ CHAPTER 23 "The Wounds"

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petrichoraline · 1 year

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🔥 choose violence ask game 🔥 thingy

2,12,23 and 25

choose violence ask game!

2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

i feel like a fish out of water here wow. i keep going through my faves and they all seem like they'd do both? like im thinking about one straight couple and even there things could get interesting but anyways

naoya from mr.unlucky is never doing either cause with the tempo at which kouta is moving they'd both die from old age before they ever get there

masumi and ritsu from bokushoku both love their dynamic (and why wouldn't they, they seem to be having the most enjoyable sex ever) and they're never changing partners so they're defiinitely sticking to their roles (ig masumi could be curious cause yknow how ritsu is basically his only partner ever but i doubt ritsu would be down? and also if the end of the world didn't get them to try switching i don't think it's likely to happen)

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

as i said, i take so many outcasts under my wing lol like the more hated he is, the more i empathise. like LM mark or even tonhon (i KNOW)

this question implies it's someone people are feel neutral/negative towards so i'll ignore my boy jiha from all the liquors though i haven't seen an ounce of love for him because i just think the show didn't get posted about much in general. he is cute, he keeps it real, he is the bestie the gives advice but actually sucks at relationships, low sense of self-worth - he's just perfect. and also those lips boyy he's so beautiful. anyways

i kept this question for kim actually but now that i'm here i wonder if i should even bother. like people have had a long time to sort out their feelings.

this just kind of ties with my dislike(?) of porschay, people just ganged up on kim as if the way he acted wasn't an act of protection - a poor choice but coming from a good place nonetheless. in my eyes he's such an antisocial loser that he's not that much more mature than chay who, in some way, i'm sure could outsmart kim easily, not to mention manipulate him if necessary. so with the whole pathetic factor going on idk how at least the tumblr fandom didn't instantly get his pov. i saw so many threats against this guy even long after the finale had aired, some were like ''i get it but i still want to smash him with a hammer for hurting chay'' which ok fair ig if you love porschay i can see where the anger comes from. but still. kim has grown up around the mafia, learnt to always keep his guard up. he tries to solve a mystery all by himself except for the help of a bodyguard who, ultimately, works for his dad, not for him. who can he trust except for himself? he's in the entertainment industry, ppl are interested in him for his family, looks, money or his fame. what he can give them. when he ain't sniffing around and wrecking his brains, he's in the recording studio. that man does not know how to act around his crush, we know how he subtly he gets info out of chay or how he's delighted to see a wall plastered with his face. that man is pathetic, lonely, paranoid, he'd kill anyone who's a threat to chay instantly (>leaves like a dozen corpses in a bar similar to a cat bringing rats to its owner) but will wallow in misery, write a song and serenade him through a text. HE DOES NOT GET HUMANS. he went to that bar, got told off and stormed off, he is so clueless, somebody please help him.

i actually read plenty of posts on kim and that's why i feel strongly about him (thank you everyone who defended him in such articulate ways❤️) and i don't even like him that much!! i just need the hate train to stop

23. ship you've unwillingly come around to

i know what the question means but like i usually try to like ships, it's easier this way, no? lol so it's not really unwillingly..but i think haruka and rin is a good answer lmao

i was a haruka/makoto girlie for years but watching free! with friends made me realise the harurin appeal

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

i thought i wouldn't have much to say here but omg i have to pick just one? skipping over the controversial ones, i'll have to go for hate for songs in bls lol

i'll start off by saying a lot of my mutuals are of this opinion and i respect it <33 that being said - bro. i know they could be a bit much especially when the actors aren't that good or the song is a bit bland or if it just feels very out of place? i understand it's sort of become the norm to hate on these performances because '''bl boy whips out guitar'' is a fandom joke at this point. and people are so loud and proud about skipping every single scene with a song in it. but it results in takes like "omg why did win and team sing their confessions they sounded so bad, so off-key, i barely made it".. that's the point? they are overwhelmed with emotions, snot is running down their face, after months of inner turmoil they finally reach the point where they just have to let it all out and yeah, the song would sound much weirder if they played a studio version on top of the footage lmao (example: the autotune on top of akkayan's bday performance that was so horrendous it turned out funny)

it's not that i haven't been tempted to skip through a boring song. i'm not saying it's a baseless complaint. i just find the way it's expressed usually annoying.

#kalii wove you miss you <3 #petri replies #ppg #ask game

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parcequecestnotreprojeeeet · 1 year

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Hello! It's Winter! Excellent stories everyone! This is part two of the phone sex story. Warning: 18 +

Phone Sex - Part 2

They were both comfortable in bed, each ready for what the other one was going to come up with. After so many years apart, they had become experts at phone sex - beginning early in their relationship when they weren’t living together but needed release.

“If I was with you right now, what would you want me to do?” Emmanuel asked, his right hand already inside his boxers while his left hand held the phone. He closed his eyes and pictured his wife laying across the bed wearing just his t-shirt.

“I would like you to kiss my lips… down there.” She whispered, suddenly feeling a little shy. “I love when you use your tongue.”

“I love the way you taste,” he admitted. Emmanuel thought back to the first time he went down on her. He was so nervous but she talked him through it. Now, according to his wife, he was an expert at oral sex.

Without waiting for further instructions, Brigitte began to touch herself. First, she started slow but she was so incredibly horny, that she sped up immediately. She moaned loudly into the phone, prompting Emmanuel to get suspicious. “What are you doing? Did you start already?”

She moaned again, this time he reacted by wrapping his hand around his member. He was so hard it physically hurt. He knew he wouldn’t last long, so he tried to pace his strokes, making sure his wife came first.

“Brigitte, you sound so sexy right now. I wish I was there to see your face.” Emmanuel closed his eyes again, visualizing his wife as she neared her climax. He had seen her facial expressions, the way her lips formed the letter O, so many times over their 25 years together that it wasn’t hard to imagine what she looked like right now.

“Oooo … ooooh…. OH!” She screamed into the phone. “Ooooo!”

He desperately needed to know every detail of what she was doing, but instead, he took care of himself while pressing the phone to his ear. "Just like that, baby... You sound so fucking hot."

When one finger wasn’t enough, Brigitte added a second. Wishing it was Emmanuel instead of her dainty fingers inside herself, she closed her eyes and pictured her husband’s naked body on top. They equally loved being in control, so they often took turns switching positions.

Suddenly, Emmanuel heard a loud scream, followed by a crash. “Brigitte? Brigitte?”. He exploded into his hand as he heard her curse his name out loud. Her screams sounded far away so he could only assume the crash was from her cell phone hitting the bedroom floor.

Using a face cloth he had grabbed earlier from the bathroom, he quickly cleaned himself up. Tossing the sticky cloth on the nightstand, he made a mental note to leave a big tip for the cleaning staff.

“Brigitte? Are you still there? Answer me, baby.”

Finally, she came back on the line, still out of breath and recovering from her orgasm.

She cleared her throat. “I’m here! Are you coming home tomorrow?”

“Of course,” he smiled into the phone, desperately needing to kiss her all over. He wished they weren’t 3 hours apart but at least they shared the same time zone.

“You sounded so sexy screaming my name. That’s when I couldn’t hold back any longer.” He confessed. “I made a big mess.”

She laughed at his honest response. “So did I. And my phone has a cracked screen now.”

Emmanuel chuckled, “I’ll buy you a new iPhone the moment I come home. But if anyone asks how it happened, don’t tell them the truth.”

“Are you kidding? Of course, I will. I’ll tell them I dropped it during amazing phone sex with my hot, young husband.” Brigitte teased. “It’s times like these I wish I had a Twitter account. I’d tell the whole world how you made me come using just your voice.”

“You make me sound like some sort of stud.” Emmanuel blushed.

“Because you are. You’re my stud.”

Hellooo Winter! ❤️

Be aware, you young souls, something is about to caught fire in here!! 🔥 🔥 Reading this in a public café was not a bright idea 🥵 🔥 Daaaamn!!! I need a second to collect myself again 🫠

“Did you start already?” Hahahaha oh Emmanuel, you thought she was going to wait all night? She does say you are always too long 🤭😂

“Brigittaaaaa” 😂😂😂

Thank you so much, Winter! ❤️❤️❤️

#fanfic #winter

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raging-violets · 1 year

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⚡️The Flash and the Flame Series 🔥 : Flash Fire • Crossfire • Fuel to the Fire • Friction • Burn

Chapter Forty

Brady turned from the stove and furrowed his brows. “I mean, it’s not like everything’s supposed to stay the same, right?” He asked. “I know time travel is a thing and I know Barry tends to mess things up with time, but it’s not like we can change the current time without changing the past.” He shrugged. “The future, maybe. But we can’t change right now.”

Shaking her head, Cadence gazed at Brady. “How did you get to be so smart?”

At that, Brady shrugged. “You’re the daughter of Harrison Wells and Tess Morgan. And you’re engaged to one of the nerdiest people I’ve ever met, something was bound to rub off on me.” He smiled when she laughed. “Can’t say that Ryder has done much for me,” he added under his breath.

There was a long moment of silence. Brady took that time to get out from beneath his mother’s gaze and turned his attention back to the spaghetti cooking on the stove. He finished cooking the sauce and noodles and started to plate the food. He could feel his mother’s gaze burning a hole through him—to the point that he had to stop and check to see if she was doing so.

“Since when do you call him Ryder?”

“What do you mean?”

It was an innocent question, but he knew exactly what she was getting at. So much so that he didn’t have to lift his gaze to know she what expression was on her face. It was one that only parents seemed to perfect; where they already knew the answer and was simply waiting for the truth.

“I mean, since you started calling him ‘dad’ that’s all you called him. And that was two years ago. But recently you’ve stated calling him Ryder again.”

“Um.” Brady pursed his lips and looked his mother in the eye. “It’s not like he wants me around. He doesn’t do anything with me when he has me.”

Cadence shook her head. “Ryder loves you.”

“I know. Because he’s my dad. But…” Brady slowly shook his head. His heart rate increased, maybe a warning of saying what he’d been feeling for a long time. Or maybe fear, not knowing how to take the words back once they were out there. “He’s not my dad. When I’m with him he’s always busy with work and I’m bored. That’s…kind of why we went out that night, to stop Black Bison. Ryder wasn’t paying attention to us anyway and…I think he’s scared of me.”

A hurt expression came across Cadence’s face. Not hurt from his words, not from any guilt she was putting on her own shoulders, he could tell. He recognized that look of hurt. This was a look of hurt of not noticing the split between them sooner and addressing it. (And something else, but she was able to keep that away from him).

Emotion suddenly swirled through Brady, and he dropped onto his stool, staring at the ribbons of steam that lifted and swirled trough the air while the plates cooled. “I didn’t mean to break his leg! I couldn’t control it! Something happened with my powers, and I couldn’t stop it! He’s scared of me, I can tell!”

“This isn’t your fault, bud. It’s mine, too.”

At her words, Brady looked up.

“I focused more on you having him back in your life because he’s your dad. I didn’t really put much thought into how you felt about it or how things would go moving forward…” Cadence ran a hand through her hair, sighing heavily. “Your dad and I…we never really talked about you and me being metas. I thought he was okay with it, but it’s clear he’s not. He’s seen all of the things we’ve had to deal with as metas, he was there when we were trying to stop Zoom. He’s a human who got a good look into this world and it’s not for him. And I shouldn’t have tried to push it on him, or his relationship on you.”

“That’s not your fault, mom.”

“No. But us thinking that we could have the life we wanted before is.” Cadence reached out and grasped Brady’s hand in hers, squeezed it tightly. He smiled at the warmth from her hand, the warmth that had been ever present, even when he was an infant. “That’s not the life we have anymore. I can’t keep pretending I’m sixteen years old and I’m having a baby with my boyfriend. We live two different lives now and we need to accept it.” She drew her hand back to her lap. “It’s your choice whether or not you want to continue to see him, but after what happened with our bachelor and bachelorette parties…it’s clear that Ryder can’t be the dad to you that we wanted.”

“Barry’s been more of a dad to me than he’s been anyway, so…” Brady’s expression became pensive. He chewed his lower lip, pressing his hands to the side of the counter. He leaned against his hands, rocking back and forth a few times. He could see his mother patiently waiting for him to ask the words that weren’t coming to him as quickly as he’d wanted. “Um…do…do you think Barry, um, do you think Barry would mind if I called him ‘dad’?”

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sassycheesecake · 2 years

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A/N: Yello everybody! Here’s a new One-Shot with our hot Atsumu Miya<3 wrote this while I was on vacation :D

Genre: fluff

Warnings: cursing, Atsumu Miya being a shithead

Words: 4849

Hotter than Hell Itself (Atsumu Miya x f!Reader)

It was a very hot day in the middle of the summer in Osaka. Seriously, no one told you it could be THIS hot in Japan when you decided to move here.

When your hospital offered you an international job opportunity, you wouldn’t have thought of moving to Japan, let alone to the hottest part of it.

Since it’s not even midday, all you wanted to do was to sleep all day long after you were done with work and enjoy the cold air of your AC blowing down your naked skin. But of course, the universe needs some popcorn to chew on once in a while. And you just happen to be one of those kernels ready to pop just for their entertainment.

It all started when you came out of your night shift at 07:30 this morning. Afterwards, you drove with heavy eyelids back to your apartment, only to find out that your AC broke while you were at work. As if that wasn’t enough, you received a text message from your friend during your shift, asking you to join her at the pool party she is hosting. The problem is, you’re not exactly a social butterfly. You met her in your preparation class for Japan 101, both of you coming from the United States, taking the opportunity to venture out into the world and experience something new.

Unfortunately, since you already quit her too many times, she threatened to change her Netflix password. Obviously, you can’t let that happen, you need to know if Dustin, Steve, Robin, and Erica make it out alive from the hostage situation of the evil Russian weapon company.

So like the good and supportive friend you are, you agreed. (And also saving you a Netflix subscription every month.)

‘There r gonna b sum hot 🔥 boys @ my party, I think some basketball or volleyball players. Dunno I think they are called the coyotes or smth. And you’ve been a little bitch recently, you need to get laid, girl. And m’ not accepting a no as an answer or any other shitty excuse y’gonna come up with!’

So here you are, in front of the building of your friend. Still sitting in your car, tired and hot as hell, you’re overthinking this again. You glance into your rearview mirror, checking if your makeup is still as good as it was earlier when you applied it. ‘Good. Even though it’s hot as hell outside and only 11:43, I still look somehow presentable.’ You think to yourself as you grab your purse and get out of your car.

Locking it, you hear the car honk twice and you make your way across the street to the building.

Since your friend is an event planner, she earns accordingly. Having the penthouse all to herself is still something that you are envious of.

But then again, you chose the route of being an OR nurse. Prepping patients, prepping the OR table, and sterilizing everything are tasks daily for you. Your coworkers are easy to get along with, the working hours aren’t too bad and it’s always the same routine for you. Which is great, since you are a person of habit. Sometimes though, you get called in on your off days due to someone calling in sick last minute.

Now entering the building you see a tall and bulky security guard standing next to the revolving doors. He is wearing a full black suit, and dark sunglasses and is carrying an earpiece in his left ear. Giving you a watchful look, as he is eyeing you up and down, like a hawk stalking its prey.

Feeling uncomfortable and honestly slightly scared you show him your electronic invitation with shaking hands.

The security guard with the name tag „Daisuke“ bends down a little bit to read the letters on your phone. He then takes out a device himself from the front pocket of his suit to scan the QR code.

After hearing a confirmation sound from his phone, he backs up a little bit to let you pass through the doors.

“Geez, a security guard at the front door? She must have invited someone special.” you mutter to yourself as you enter the building.

Suddenly, you remember the text message from your friend, stating that some famous athletes are going to be there since she is good friends with someone that works at the Sports Promotion Division.

Your steps carry you to the elevator and you press the button for going upstairs.

Waiting for the elevator to arrive, you glance around yourself.

Your eyes wander over the rich-looking decorations of the building.

Taking in the eggshell-colored walls and the sculptures of Greek women decorating the side of the hallway immediately give you a rich vibe feeling.

Scoffing to yourself about the unnecessary decorations, you glance back at the floor guide for the building which shows that it’s still six floors away from the lobby.

Breathing out a heavy sigh, you cross your arms and sway gently from side to side on your feet.

All of sudden you hear someone loudly greeting somebody else from outside and you turn around to see a tall younger guy with short blond hair greeting the security guard at the front. They give each other a firm handshake and start talking together, sharing loud laughs in between their conversation. You can’t see him that well, you’re only able to make out black jeans, a white button-up shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a pair of sunglasses resting on top of his nose.

You’re guessing that the security guard wants to take a picture with the blond-haired kind of good-looking guy, as he pulls out his phone from his back pocket. The mysterious yet handsome stranger moves beside him and holds up a peace sign. After taking their picture together, the mystic man moves back to the side, almost ready to enter the building.

Shocking and almost in disbelief, you continue to observe them.

The blonde guy tells the security guard something with an almost cheeky smile on his face and pats him on the shoulder a few times. Now walking inside as well, he takes off his sunglasses and places them on top of his head.

You give him one last look before turning back to the elevator and seeing that it’s still two more floors away.

’Just hurry up!‘

The stranger stops right next to you, almost too close to your liking, as you can smell the strong aroma of his cologne. His very strong scented cologne you might add, smelling like a pinewood forest with a hint of vanilla.

Scrunching your nose a bit at the strong smell, you move a bit to the side, which catches the stranger’s attention.

“What’s yer deal? Don’t like my Sauvage perfume?” he smirks at you.

“As a matter of fact, I don’t. You smell like a male prostitute.”

Taking your words in, he lets out an offended gasp and turns around a little bit to view you a little bit better.

Now looking into his face, you see him scowling directly at you.

You turn towards him as well, trying not to get intimidated by his towering figure.

You’re not scared of him, you have handled far worse than this.

“Do you have any idea who I am?“ he looks at you, hopefully expecting the right answer.

You size him up and down with your eyes, thinking hard.

The fact that you take so long to think, kind of concerns him. By now you should apologize profoundly and give him the biggest heart eyes as any other woman would.

“No I don’t. Should I? Are you one of those basketball players or something?“

He scoffs at your answer and retorts.

“It’s volleyball ya little shrimp. The fact that ya don’t know who I am honestly concerns me. Ya been livin‘ under a rock or somethin‘? Every human being in Japan knows who I am.“

“Oh, I am sorry that I have better things to worry about than knowing who you are. You must be very special then. A thousand apologies to your highness.”

You pause while looking at him with the most disinterested face you ever made. And it irritates Atsumu even more.

“Geez yer a real happy camper ain’tcha? Must be fun to have you at parties.”

Okay the fact that you barely slept and the audacity of this freaking guy are just about enough for you. You close your eyes, turn around and inhale deeply through your nose. As soon as you open your eyes and you breathe out, you start to feel a little bit better. You’re not going to let him worsen your already bad mood.

Choosing to ignore him, you hear the ‘ding’ of the elevator and its doors finally open.

The blond guy and you enter inside and you press the button for the penthouse of your friend.

Remembering that your nephew likes someone called the ‘Schweiden Adlers’, you know that he always brags about one of the players. Not knowing if Blondie is on the team, you decide to ask him about it.

“Are you from the Schweiden Adlers? I heard that they’re the best team in Japan and my nephew loves them. I’d like to get an autograph for him.”

You give him an almost aggressive sweet smile as you stare at him, waiting for an answer.

What you don’t expect though, is for him to reach out for the fire alarm button, which immediately stops the elevator.

Utterly shocked by his actions, you start yelling at him.

“Are you crazy?! Why did you do that?!”

He whips around and gives you an angry look.

“First of all, I am NOT from the Schweiden Adlers, I am from the MSBY Jackals princess. And excuse the shit out of my goddamn French but did you just say ‘best team in Japan’? We have beat those guys twice now! Second, since you obviously got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, I am NOT going to give you an autograph even if I was part of their team. Third, since you still don’t know who I am, I am Miya Atsumu, the best setter in Japan!” He exclaims loudly while still staring at you.

Not having any of his shit, you decide to poke the bear a little bit more with the stick.

“Is that so? Well dye-job I have a newsflash for you. I don’t care that you apparently hold that title. I honestly feel sorry for your teammates that have to put up with you every single day. Send them my deepest condolences.“

Atsumu just gives her a look of fury but doesn’t reply.

‘This small ass chick is crazy.’ He thinks to himself.

“Just push the button so the freaking elevator starts again.”

After hearing her words, he forgot that he was the one who pressed it in the first place, but still went with her request anyway.

Feeling the elevator move again, she can still feel her blood slightly boiling and her heart racing from the frustration she just had to witness.

Atsumu is not feeling any more different than her, clenching and unclenching his fists, while still trying to calm down himself.

What feels like a thousand years later, the elevator finally reaches the final floor, doors slowly opening.

‘I need some fuckin’ beer.’ Atsumu thinks to himself as he heads straight for the bar, without even saying goodbye to the woman that he shared the elevator ride with.

Atsumu sits down in one of the bar chairs while glancing over the menu of the drinks that were offered today.

He turns to the barkeeper and asks him for a beer.

“I am sorry sir, since this is a sports division event, no alcohol will be served. It was requested from the coach.“ The barkeeper gives Atsumu an apologetic look as he cleans a glass with a green little towel.

“Yer gotta be shittin‘ me.“ Atsumu puts his face in his hands and lets out a small grunt of frustration.

You step out of the elevator, taking a few steps before stopping to look around.

You notice that the event party has a lot of tall guys there, most of them probably over 6 feet tall.

Compared to your small size, they are giants. Before you can look around any more, someone runs towards you, attacking you in a bone-crushing hug.

You stumble back a little bit by the sudden force but quickly catch the person that engulfed you into a hug.

The scent of cherries and almonds fill into your nose, recognizing your friend by the body lotion she always uses.

“Hey girl, how’s it going? I missed you so much!“ She gushes at you, while giving you a look over.

“Goodness, you look a little bit pale, those night shifts aren’t doing you any favors. But good thing I just have the right things around here.“ She points to various things, giving each an explanation.

“So over there is the buffet, help yourself with all those treats! And in the corner over there, is the bar but since this is a sports event, no alcohol unfortunately. Since, you know, all these hot guys are volleyball players, they need to stick to a strict diet plan and blah blah blah.“

She rolls her eyes a little bit and you just nod along, quietly thanking her for the invitation. Looking back at you, she gives you a mischievous smile and wiggles her thin eyebrows up and down, almost in a suggestive manner.

Bumping your hip with hers, she starts talking again.

“Soooo… I saw that Atsumu Miya exited the elevator with you. Tell me, how hot is that dude! Did he talk to you? Did he give you his number? Did he give you his number one ‚one-in-a-million-smile‘? Did you guys make out in the elevator? Because both of you were having quite the flushed faces whenever you both exited the elevator.“

You give it out a small sigh and shake your head a little bit in reply, slightly irritated by her flooding questions, as you recall the conversation you had with Atsumu.

“No we didn’t do anything, don’t be silly. He was just being a rude asshole and I was bitching back at him.“

You cross your arms over your chest as you spot the blonde sitting at the bar, talking with an orange haired smaller guy and another tall guy with white-blackish spiked hair with a grumpy look on his face.

Your friend gives you a shocked look, following your gaze.

“Really? According to these magazines I read, he is a proud guy with a flirty personality. Ah well, looks can be deceiving. But not to worry my precious little birdie, there’s plenty of hot guys here. Talk to one of them and maybe see if one of them can take you home with them. Or even multiple if you’re into that shit.“

She gives you a wink and starts laughing at your flushed face.

Embarrassed that she would even dare suggest such a thing, you gave her a reply in a squeaky undertone.

“W-what? No! I am NOT into that! And I already have had enough volleyball players in one day. One is more than enough.“

“Whatever you say sweetie. Well at least eat some stuff from the food table, I paid a lot for that shit.“ She gives you a slight pat on the shoulder and walks around to greet more of her guests.

Turning your body a little bit, you start heading towards the table with all the goodies on it.

Taking a plate you let your eyes wander over the delicious varieties of food.

From Onigiris, to Takoyaki and even a big grill with tons of Yakiniku and Yakitori on it, makes your mouth water like a waterfall.

You haven’t eaten anything yet, you stayed awake since you were too hot in your apartment and you had to wait for the AC repairman.

Suddenly, you feel a presence beside you and you tilt your head a little bit to the side to see the white-blackish haired guy that was talking to Atsumu earlier at the bar.

Eyeing the massive amount of food on his plate, especially the meat, you can feel your jaw almost dropping to the floor.

Bokuto can feel you staring at him and just gives you a laugh combined with a large grin.

“Sorry, just a huge meat fan, trying to grow some more.“

“You're already pretty tall, and having meat fill up almost 90% of your plate doesn’t necessarily mean that you’re going to grow much more. Also, eat more eggs or whole grain foods, they should help better.“

You explain while looking at him with an eyebrow raised.

Bokuto raises both of his eyebrows, then his face transforms into a deep thinking one and quickly develops into a beaming smile.

“Really?! Oh my gosh thanks I will definitely take up your advice. Here, have some! You‘ll definitely need it more than me!“ Handing you his heavy full plate, he takes off to his friends and starts talking to them energetically.

Dumbstruck, you stare at him with wide eyes, then looking down to his plate.

Blinking a few times you were about to put the plate down, when Atsumu joins you at the buffet table.

He looks at your plate and raises one of his eyebrows at you.

“A bit much don‘tcha think? ‘Specially for someone yer size.“

You can feel your eye twitch in annoyance but don’t reply anything to that.

You set Bokuto‘s former plate into the hands of one of a very confused waiter, before grabbing your still empty plate to move around him, to look for something to munch your frustrations out.

A single pink-frosted vanilla cupcake has caught your eye and you were about to grab it when a bigger hand snatched it right away from you. It was the last one on the platter too. That asshole did not just do that.

Your hand is still frozen midair, trying to process what the hell just happened.

“I was just about to grab that and it’s the last one. Couldn’t you have at least asked me if I wanted it? You usually do that to be polite.“

Atsumu thinks hard for a moment, taking a good look at both beauties in front of his hazel brown eyes. Analyzing the situation for mere seconds, he chose to play dirty.

He wants to get you back for insulting his pride earlier.

Before you can blink, Atsumu shoves the entire cupcake into his mouth, looking almost like a snake devouring a mouse in one single bite.

Dumbfounded, you watch him with an open mouth as he chews and swallows.

“Man, that was good. Ya wanna taste?” He smirks at you while he licks the pink frosting off of his lips.

Still shocked, you act before you can think.

You push him into the pool behind him.

The sound of splashing water rips you out of your fury, realizing what you‘ve just done.

Holy shit.

You just pushed a star athlete in the pool.

Not just any star athlete, freaking Atsumu Miya.

The Setter of the Dingos.

Still highly in shock, you stare at the moving water of the pool.

Atsumu’s drenched head pops out of the water, coughing some water out of his mouth.

“The hell’s yer problem?! Yer could’ve killed me!” Atsumu shouts at you in exasperation.

“Don’t be so melodramatic! You’re obviously fine.” Crossing your arms against your chest, you stare at him with an annoyed frown.

“Can ya at least help me outta here?” You scoff at his request and retort.

“You’re a big guy, get out yourself. Also, you're way bigger and taller than me, how am I supposed to pull you out?”

He just gives you a look and thinks for about two seconds.

“Aint’cha a nurse or something? Use yer super strength to pull me out.”

Sighing, you still give in, after seeing his begging eyes.

You hold out your hand for him to grab onto. Atsumu gets closer to the edge of the pool and you can feel his very wet hand grabbing your own.

Flinching at the wetness you try your best to pull 80,4 kg out of the water.

As soon as you try to pull him out, his other hand comes out of the water and pulls you into the water with him.

Screaming at the sudden tug, you splash into the pool.

The cold water of the pool soaks through everything. Your hair, dress and make up are now ruined. All thanks to that blonde shithead.

Your head pops through the water surface and you give Atsumu the most hateful look anyone has ever seen.

Even if you’re fuming right now, Atsumu still has to admit that you’re even beautiful looking this angry. He just HAS to ask you out.

“You’re the most inconsiderate, most rude piece of shit I have ever met!” You furiously yell at him.

“Yeah, yeah I got that part from the start. Ya wanna go out with me sometime?” The drenched blonde gives you a tilt and his brown eyes kind of remind you of a cute Golden Retriever and- STOP. NO! Not only has that asshole just pulled you into ice cold water, it’s his fault you’re completely soaked, he was incredibly rude to you, he has the audacity to ask you out?!

Gaping at his request, you glance around you, to see that all eyes were on the two of you. Their mixes of emotion completely overwhelm you. You see confusion, pity and some even have a mix between shock and disgust.

Groaning loudly in frustration, you walk to the end of the pool to step out.

You see a hand outstretched for help and you see a black-haired tall guy whose hair is mid-length and slicked back.

Thankful for his help, he helps you out of the water and hands you his big soft yellow jacket, so you don’t freeze.

“Thank you but I am leaving now so you can keep it.” You say to him with tears in your eyes as you make your way to the elevator with hurried steps. Your pace begins to quicken, as you can hear Atsumu’s voice yelling after you to make you stop. Ignoring him, you bolt through the door to run down the stairs.

A few seconds later you can hear the sound of door opening again and loud footsteps chase after you.

“Stop, please! I want to apologize!” His deep voice echoes in the stairwell.

Still ignoring him, you can feel your tears running down your cheeks and you finally reach the bottom of the stairs.

Seeing your car on the other side of the street gives you a relief and you fetch your car key and unlock it.

As you are about to enter your car, you can hear Atsumu’s quick steps coming closer to you.

“Wait! Please!” He huffs out of breath.

“What the hell do you want?! Haven’t you humiliated me enough already?!” You whip around to yell at him.

Breathing heavily, flushed cheeks and with a worried look he looks to the ground like a kicked puppy.

“I am really really sorry. I didn’t mean ta humiliate ya up there. I know I was a jerk so I want to make it up to ya.”

Your hands wipe your tears away from your cheeks and you listen to what he has to say.

Still guilty as hell, he looks up to you with regret in his eyes.

“Please let me make it up to ya by takin’ ya out to dinner. I know I don’t deserve it but please give me a chance.” He pleads with you.

Your eyes fall to the concrete of the street as you overthink his offer.

The cold wind makes you shiver and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Atsumu. With another idea in his mind, he asks you to wait a few seconds.

You watch in confusion as he runs to what you’re guessing is his car and Atsumu grabs a yellow jacket with a black lettering that spells out ‘MSBY’.

Quickly running back to you, he hands you his jacket with the words that you should wear it so you don’t freeze.

You grab his jacket with uncertainty and remember you haven’t given him an answer yet.

His effort to try to make you feel better kind of helps you with your decision.

Breathing out with a heavy exhale you look up to him with ambivalence and accept his offer.

The concern in his eyes disappears and all of sudden his eyes shine brighter than the brightest Christmas lights.

“O-Oh awesome! Great! I’ll uh… Just give me yer number and we can arrange the date.” He stutters with a slight blush across his cheeks, you doubt it’s still from chasing you down the stairs.

You type in your number on his phone and his adorable smile is making you blush. If you actually look closer, you can make out some freckles across his nose and cheeks.

To be honest, Atsumu is really attractive. So attractive that it annoys the hell out of you.

Yet, you can’t wait to see what the date will turn out like.

Realizing you’re still wearing his jacket, you want to give it back to him.

“Nah, keep it beautiful. It looks better on ya anyway.” He compliments you with a wink.

Laughing a little bit, you push a loose wet strand of hair behind your ear and give him a cute smile that he returns.

Bonus scene <3

“So….. Papa and mama met at a party?“

Two sets of hazelnut eyes watch you and Atsumu carefully with confused but still exciting looks on their faces. Both of your children are a spitting image of their father, when he was younger. Cheeky hazel colored eyes, with messy dark brown hair.

“That’s right kiddos, yer ma was super into me the first time she laid eyes on ya handsome dad.“

Atsumu gives them a proud smile and turns around to look at you.

You catch his gaze and he gives you a wink, rolling your eyes as you continue to clear off the dinner you just shared with your family.

The younger one raises his hand to ask a question.

“Mama, why did you push papa in the pool?“

Your husband looks at you, with a mischievous smile on his face.

“Yeah mama, why did ya push poor dad in the pool?“

Giving your idiot of a husband a fiery look, you still answer your child’s question.

“Well to be honest, your dad had it coming. He snatched something precious away from me and obviously had to pay for it somehow.“

“Aw c‘mon baby yer not still mad ‘bout that are ya?“ Atsumu pouts.

“Mad about what?“ The mini Miyas glance at you with a twinkle of curiosity in their eyes, while scooting closer to listen to their parent‘s “romantic” story.

You stop wiping and hang up the dishwasher towel for drying. Standing behind your husband, he gives you a fearful look.

You lean over the chair, set both of your hands firmly on Atsumu‘s shoulders and you can feel the anxiety from his tense shoulders.

“He stole Mama‘s precious cupcake.“ You whisper to your children in a dangerous tone.

Both of your children gasp loudly at the reveal of the reason why you pushed your husband into the pool out of anger back then.

Atsumu chuckles a bit nervously but regains his composure quickly.

“Lesson learned not to steal food from mama. But I got her back for it, I pulled her in the pool as well.“

The gasps of your twins get even louder as they stare with open mouths and wide eyes at their father.

“In the end though, it kinda looked like the lion king scene, when Simba pulled Nala into the water. Afterwards…. Well let’s just keep that PG-13 for now. Ain’t that romantic kiddos?” Atsumu holds your hand with his own and squeezes it gently while giving you a lovesick smile as he looks up at you.

“What does papa mean?PG-13?“ The older one of the twins asks, while tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy.

Atsumu turns his face from you to his children, is about to give the talk about the birds and the bees and you quickly interrupt him.

“Atsumu! They are six years old for crying out loud!“ You scold him from behind and hit him lightly on the back of his head.

The blond Setter is startled by your loud voice and slap directed at him and he immediately shuts up.

“Hehe, Papa is scared of mama.“ The older twin turns towards his brother and starts giggling.

“I ain’t scared of her!” The Setter argues with his children.

“Atsumu.” You give him a deadly look.

“Shutting up dear.” Puts a hand to his head in a saluting way and glares at his children, as they continue to giggle and laugh at their cowardly father.

@wake-uptoreality @nerd-of-karasuno @rukia-uchiha-98

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devoti · 8 months

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i am not ready for **** to be gone i might need to lay down for the rest of the day after hearing about what happened

couldn't bring myself to answer this because I didn't know how to word myself accurately gyu. let me tell you, when I saw the leaks, I was literally eating lunch with my mother and she was talking so happily about clothes and printing ink and facial products when it suddenly RAINED 💔 SIGN NUMBER ONE. by that time I already got the notifs of the leaks dropping on my phone, but I didn't click on it because I thought it would be some reunion shit and everybody would be happy 😄 SO I CONTINUED LAUGHING WITH MY MOM ON A RAINY AFTERNOON WHILE THE WORLD MOURNED 💔💔 after lunch and some shopping I was like ok now I can concentrate on the leaks 🔥 and I clicked it and boom. I saw the memes. I saw that fucking panel. I saw suguru, nanami, and BY GEGE I saw toji. riko and kuroi fucking BROKE ME GYU, i really thought kuroi would have survived. suguru sitting down and comforting satoru after everything turned me inhuman. principal yaga rolling his eyes had my fists clenched. and haibara.......HAIBARA 😭😭😭😭 everything was so beautiful yet fucking nasty I couldn't take it. and my little meow meow kashimo came in at the last panel WITH GOJO'S TORSO STILL UPRIGHT. FUCKING FOUL GYU. i been scrolling through twitter for a couple days and everyone's been complaining about how gege's such a bad writer, but honestly I don't see it. his story is putting me on edge, it keeps making me want more, HOWEVER I will still beat the crap out of that cat for making the strongest soccerer into two soccerers 😭😭😭💔

#🗑. asks #jjk #deep breaths deep breaths #i will HOPE though. for both our sakes. GOJO REGENERATES LIKE THE STARFISH HE IS

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spellcasterlight · 1 year

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I posted 596 times in 2022

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I tagged 595 of my posts in 2022

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Longest Tag: 88 characters

#tenten would happily sit beside him as he told her all the latin names for everything 🌸

My Top Posts in 2022:

WIP Tag Game! 🔥

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!) I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? DnD campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

Was overjoyed to be tagged by the lovely @irreverentgifs! 😊

Not so overjoyed to see all my WIPs in one place though! 😂

Gonna do my tags (no pressure though!) above the read more line because of the sheer list!

@depressedhatakekakashi @sandeagleandwaterfallhawk @kakashiswilloffire @it-s-blue-ink @nightingaleflow @coyest @lordkuronekosama @shinobimagpie @alumort @thespookymoth @unioncolours @notquitejiraiya @tired-biscuit @quitequietquitecute @ddmienz @fictionalquacker @hollowinky @iantoyawrites @lotusfartstwice @naturally-meek ❤️

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Yea real life I hear you calling but I gotta upload this fanfic real quick

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WIP game: face

Hi @iantoyawrites!

Face I have! In one of my few reader insert stories left to do!

Warnings: None - under the cut simply for length!

Thanks for the ask! ✨

Send in a word for the WIP game! 📄

Ao3 ✨ |Story Request Bingo Cards 📖 | WIP Game Always Open ✒️| Ko-Fi ☕

Oh So Torn - [Itachi x Female Reader]

You knew the head of the Uchiha was intimidating. Even just being in the same room as him at clan meetings felt suffocating enough, but having him sit across from you, staring at you, feeling like he was staring through you, measuring you up and as much as you wanted to crumble, you sat tall you would show him you were someone worthy of his son’s affections.

“So we would like to extend to you an offer to join our clan,” when your father politely asked him to clarify, he continued, “by our heir’s marrying.”

Your breath caught in your throat in excitement and disbelief. Was this happening? Was everything you ever wanted right around the corner?

“Your lovely daughter.”

You could see it now your father giving you away, finally being able to tell the world how much you cared for each other, Itachi looking divine in his royal wedding robes-

“To our Sasuke.”

Itachi was as confused as you, but like the elite shinobi he was, he hid it better than you; if anyone bothered to look your way, you imagined they would see how hard you were breathing, how panicked you looked, could see your dreams that had so quickly formed in your eyes shattering.

“Sasuke?”

Fugaku looked right at you at your broken mention of your offered betrothed, his gaze somehow victorious.

“He is closer to your age than Itachi. So it makes sense, doesn’t it?”

That was technically true, but Sasuke was two years younger than you.

You stared at the side of your father’s face with a desperate intensity when the Uchiha head looked at him, expecting an answer. He didn’t know how you felt, how deeply in love with Itachi you were, how long you had adored him and worse of all, an offer like this made so much political sense with how small and uninfluential your clan was. Marrying into a family such as the Uchihas was like being handed the keys to Konohagakure, no questions asked. As a clan head, he had no reason to say no but more than he could count to say yes.

“We are honoured, Fugaku! We humbly accept your offer!”

How thrilled your father sounded only made him placing the final stamp on your broken dreams worse.

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My #1 post of 2022

Hello, may you link or list your Shino x reader fics? Both sfw and nsfw.

Hi there Fab Flying Squirrel Anon! 😊

I have 18 in total so I'm not gonna list them all I'll just make three main links to follow!

[Shino x Reader] SFW Stories Link: [Ao3🔗]

[Shino x Reader] NSFW Stories Link: [Ao3🔗]

All [Shino x Reader] Stories Link: [Ao3🔗]

Hope this helps!

Thanks for the ask! ✨

Ao3 ✨ |Story Request Bingo Cards 📖 | WIP Game Always Open ✒️| Hot Chocolate ☕

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phoenixborn · 8 months

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Hysteria filled it out, she can give herself multiple cocks if she wanted to but like she doesn't have them by default lmao

“.....”

“You can COOK ??”

#🔥 answered🔥 | now you see the world through my eyes #❤️‍🔥 cindy & hysteria 🩵 | weird; bizarre; unnatural; off the wall & unacceptable; a strange girl just like me #🖤 winter's club / hysteria 💎 | baby l'm no damsel; l'm just too hot to handle #Love how she's more caught off guard about her cooking skills than the fact she can grow dicks.

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jellyfishxxi · 2 years

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My Dear Pheonix Part 1

Summary - William throws a Christmas Ball every year, and decides to invite his partner. But of course, things go wrong as they always do.

Characters - William Solaire, Skyfire (Hypothetical William Listener), Angel, Baaabe, Sweetheart

CW: None

Genre: Fluff

Tagging: @1-a-b-1

Notes: All listeners mentioned are gender neutral but there are certain listeners wearing either a dress or suit.

~•|✨🎄✨|•~

The snow had fallen over Dahlia. Christmas was coming soon. Many were out buying gifts for their families and loved ones. However, there was another event that had the empowered community excited.

William Solaire's Annual Christmas Ball.

Those in attendance were scrambling to find outfits for the event, which was held on Christmas Eve. From fancy suits to elegant dresses, silk ties and diamond necklaces. All in the Solaire Clan would be in attendance, as would those close to the members and high ranking empowered groups within Dahlia.

Which led to one person scrambling to find a proper outfit for a Christmas Ball.

Skyfire was going through their closet, looking for anything good. Sure they had fancy outfits, hell they'd worn alot of them on dates with the man, William's ball was alot more than just dinner at a fancy restaurant. It was a party. A soiree, with other vampire monarchs and high ranking people in the empowered world.

All these fancy and rich people, there Skyfire stood. In their dingy little apartment, (they didn't want to impose on William by asking to move in) going through fancy but not fancy enough outfits. They groaned, shutting their wardrobe door and flopping onto their nest-bed. (Bought courtesy of William.)

"I need help with this..." They sighed.

They grabbed their phone, scrolling through Google looking through outfits that could fit them. They were about to give up when their phone buzzed with a familiar ring tone, with a familiar name flashing on screen.

'Raspberry'

Skyfire sighed and sat up, answering the call.

"Heeeeey Skyfire! Guess who's going to the Solaire Christmas Ball?" Angel sung out. Skyfire sighed, rolling their eyes.

"Is it you, Raspberry?" They asked, sarcastically.

Skyfire could hear Angel laughing on the other end.

"Not just me, but Asher and Milo's mates, too!" Angel shouted with excitement. Skyfire's wings fluffed up. All three were going? Made sense, Angel, Baaabe and Sweetheart (Or as Skyfire knew them, Raspberry, Flower and Moon) were technically members of the Shaw Pack as much as Sam's mate was a member of the Solaire clan.

"Really? That's cool, are you guys buying outfits right now?" Skyfire asked, smoothing their feathers down.

"Not exactly.." Angel spoke. Right as they said that, a knocking sounded on their door.

"Hurry up and open the door, it's freezing out here!" Sweetheart yelled. Skyfire laughed and hung up the phone, going to open their front door.

All three poured into the warm house. Angel laughed as Sweetheart grumbled something about hating December as they moved to sit by the fire.

"Sorry about the unexpected visit. We just figured that, since you're dating the guy hosting the ball we're attending, we should all go shopping for outfits together!" Angel exclaimed. Baaabe laughed, shaking snow out of their hair.

"Can we at least warm up first? It's been snowing since last night, and I can't feel my hands!" Sweetheart yelled, holding their hands in front of the flame.

"Sure, I'll go make some hot chocolate." Skyfire spoke, walking into their kitchen.

They turned on the kettle, grabbing four mugs and the hot chocolate mix. While they were waiting for the kettle to finish boiling, their phone buzzed with a text from Lovely.

Thor⚡: at tailor, vincent's getting a suit fitted and it's taking forever :p

Skyfire laughed at the text.

Utah 🔥: oh no :(

Skyfire looked back at the kettle, seeing it was about to boil over. They turned the element off and poured the hot water into the mugs, stirring in the hot chocolate mix. They plopped in a marshmallow and grabbed a tray, placing each mug on before they grabbed their phone and left the kitchen.

"Yeah, that doesn't sound like a bad idea. Do we have a budget?" Angel asked. Baaabe shook their head.

"Good, then we shouldn't be able to hold back." Angel spoke as Skyfire walked in.

"It's ready!" They exclaimed, watching as the three of them took a mug. They tucked their phone into their pocket and took the remaining mug in their hand.

"So," Skyfire said in-between drinks. "What were you guys talking about?" They asked.

"I had an idea. Instead of me just making the outfits for the ball, we go out and buy premade suits and dresses, and I customize them." Baaabe answered, drinking their hot chocolate. Skyfire raised an eyebrow.

"What if you can't find the stuff we want?" They asked. They weren't meaning to be rude, but it was a possibility that half the stuff the needed for such customizations weren't available this close to Christmas.

Baaabe didn't seem deterred however. "Don't worry about that. The shelves in my studio back at the HQ are practically overflowing with threads, beads, rhinestones, sequins, fabric samples, pretty much EVERYTHING we could need for customization." They answered. "Even if the things we want aren't in stock, we can make do. A great designer always improvises!" They shouted, taking a large swig of their drink.

Sweetheart laughed. "You're really passionate about this stuff, Flower."

Angel laughed. "You should see them actually working. The only person who can interupt them is Asher." They spoke, taking a drink of their hot chocolate.

Once all four of them had finished, they put their empty mugs on the counter.

"Ok, I'll go get a coat, a scarf and two pairs of gloves and we can go." Skyfire spoke, walking upstairs.

They opened their wardrobe again, pulling out one of their larger, more expensive looking coats. (Bought by William as a present.) They tugged it on over their wings, feeling the warm fabric cover them. They grabbed their scarf and wrapped it around their neck and grabbed a couple pairs of gloves, pulling a pair on their hands and saving the other pair for Sweetheart.

They came back down and handed them the gloves.

"Thanks, Skyfire. I really needed these." They spoke, pulling them over their hands. Angel and Baaabe turned to the door.

"Alright then, let's go before the roads turn to ice!" Angel exclaimed. Baaabe and Sweetheart laughed in response as the three remaining inside turned to leave. Skyfire locked the door an they headed towards Angel's car.

~•|✨🎄✨|•~

The streets were overwhelmed with people. It was a miracle that the group could even find a parking spot at all.

Skyfire was looking down at their phone when the car came to a stop.

"Lovely just texted again. They've gotten theirs and Vincent's outfits and are now decorating the ballroom with Sam, his mate and a couple other vampires." Skyfire spoke, earning a hum of acknowledgement from the others.

"Where first?" Sweetheart asked.

Baaabe pressed a thumb to their chin, thinking. "Well, I'm wearing a dress, last time I check, you two were wearing suits, so that leaves you, Skyfire."

Skyfire thought to themself. "I'll go with a dress, too." Baaabe nodded in response.

"Right then. We'll split up. Me and Skyfire will go to the dress shop on the corner while Moon and Raspberry go to the tailors a block down. We'll meet at the cafe in the middle of both shops." Baaabe spoke.

Sweetheart and Angel nodded, getting out of the car. The cold, mid December air hit them instantly, causing all of them to shiver.

"God, it's cold as hell..." Angel spoke.

"Yeah.. come on then, Raspberry. Let's get going and get to the tailors." Sweetheart spoke, walking off. Angel followed them, leaving only Baaabe and Skyfire.

"We should get going too. I imagine the dress shops and tailors are going to be really crowded right now, the ball is in a couple weeks after all." Baaabe stated, beginning to walk.

"True, but that'd only be for those who don't have their own personal tailor. There will be royal vampires attending after all." Skyfire countered. Baaabe nodded, entering the shop.

"Mx ______! I didn't think you'd be stepping into my shop today!" The owner exclaimed, rushing over to the pair. "How can I help you both?" He asked.

"My friend and I need dresses. Nothing fancy, I can add the details myself." Baaabe exclaimed. The shop owner nodded, urging Baaabe and Skyfire to follow him.

"Of course, of course! Right this way!" He exclaimed, walking through to the back of the shop.

Inside, it looked like every designers dream. Skyfire wondered how Baaabe was holding it together. There was a rainbow of fabrics, finished and unfinished dresses, as well as accessories and add-ons.

"Is there anything specific you want? Like a color, length and texture?" The shop owner asked. Skyfire looked at Baaabe, who urged them to answer.

"I'm alright with any texture that keeps warmth in, floor length please, and as for the color... Maybe a nice white? Also, could I have long sleeves?" Skyfire spoke.

The shop owner nodded and disappeared into the fabrics. Baaabe turned to Skyfire and smiled.

"White, makes you like like a snow spirit. Very ethereal, perfect for the ball." They spoke, causing Skyfire to nod. "Plus, White goes with everything, especially red." Baaabe continued as the shop owner came out.

The dress he presented was elegant yet plain, as it lacked embellishments. "Will this do?" He asked. Skyfire nodded and went to try it on. They were gone for five minutes before they returned, the dress fitting them perfectly.

"What'd I say? Like a snow spirit." Baaabe spoke, clapping their hands together. "Once we get the proper embellishments, William is going to love you even more than he does now." They continued. "Now go back and change, we need to save it for the ball!" They urged, pushing them towards the dressing room.

"And for you, Mx. ______?" The shop owner asked. "A, silky, floor length emerald green dress with sleeves will do." Baaabe exclaimed. The shop owner nodded and disappeared again.

Skyfire came out again right as Baaabe's dress came out. Baaabe looked at it for a moment, before they clapped their hands. "Perfect!" They exclaimed.

"Wonderful! If you could both wait out in the main area, I'll get these boxed up for you." The shop owner exclaimed.

Baaabe and Skyfire nodded, walking out of the backroom.

"Do you know him?" Skyfire asked. Baaabe shook their head in response, sitting down in one of the chairs. Skyfire sat across from them.

"No, but I am rather big in the Fashion industry. Any fabric scraps I don't use i give to small stores like this." Baaabe exclaimed, pulling out their phone.

"Any texts?" Skyfire asked. Baaabe nodded. "One from Ash. He, David and Milo are going to a fitting for their suits." Skyfire nodded in response.

Skyfire nodded, watching as the shop owner came out with two boxes in hand. Baaabe stood up and walked towards the counter, getting their wallet out and swiping their credit card.

The pair left the shop after that, boxes in arm.

"Should we go to that cafe now? Raspberry and Moon are bound to be finished by now." Skyfire asked. Baaabe nodded, walking across the street.

Once they got there, Sweetheart and Angel were sitting at a table already. Baaabe and Skyfire went to sit down, when Angel spoke up.

"We passed a shop that usually holds things we'd need for customization. Nothing good was left." Baaabe sighed at their friends words. "Dang it. Well, I guess I'll just customize everything tonight. I'll give them to you guys in a couple of days." They said, placing their box on their lap.

"Now, I say we should get some food. I'll pay." Sweetheart offered. Skyfire smiled. "Sounds good to me." Angel and Baaabe nodded in agreement.

"Great! I'm starving!" Angel exclaimed, picking up a menu.

~•|✨🎄✨•|~

2 weeks had passed. Baaabe had given the customized dress to Skyfire, and the suits to Angel and Sweetheart. Now all three of them were in Skyfire's living room, doing each other's hair and make-up.

"All I'm saying is, William is a king. You'd think that a horse and carriage wouldn't be out of his wheelhouse." Angel spoke as they ran a brush through Baaabe's hair.

Skyfire knelt down in front of Sweetheart as they brushed out their hair. "Maybe not, but this is modern times, Raspberry. And I'm fine with going in a limo." They countered. Angel shrugged as they placed a few barrettes in Baaabe's hair.

"Fair enough." Angel turned Baaabe around, cracking open a make-up pallette. "Alright, step 2. Make up." Sweetheart looked at Angel.

"Wait, we're switching to make up? I haven't finished with Skyfire's hair." They asked. Angel laughed a little. "No no, you keep going. We want the future sovreign of the Solaire Clan to look absolutely gorgeous, after all." Skyfire started blushing.

"Come on, our relationship hasn't gone that far..." They spoke, laughing a bit.

"Are you kidding? I was talking to him the other day and the moment I mentioned you, his eyes lit up like Christmas lights. William loves you, Skyfire. And I'll bet anything that he intends to make you his sovreign one day." Sweetheart spoke. Right as they finished speaking, Skyfire's phone rang.

"Can someone get that? I'm a bit... Tied up, right now." Skyfire spoke. Angel reached over and smirked at the caller id. "Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Or... Ring, I guess." They spoke, answering the call.

"Ah, Mr Solaire! To what do I owe the pleasure of hearing such a melodious voice!" Angel called out.

"Hold on, you're David's mate, aren't you? Where is Skyfire, are they available?" William asked.

"They're a bit tied up right now. Why do you ask?" Angel responded.

"Am I on speaker? If not can you put me on?" William asked again. Angel nodded and pressed the speaker button. "Ok William, you're on speaker." They said, putting the phone on the table and going back to doing Baaabe's makeup.

"Skyfire, can you hear me?" Skyfire hummed in confirmation. "Yeah, I can."

"When do you think you'll be arriving? I'm not trying to rush you, mind you, nothing's worse than a rush job." Angel laughed. "He's right there." William cleared his throat. "It's just, some of the other clan monarchs have already arrived, and I have the sinking feeling that Vincent is beginning to run out of things to tell them."

In the background, Vincent could be heard distracting someone with the story of how he tried to park on a hill.

"It shouldn't be too much longer. Milo's mate is about done with my hair, and David's mate says that no tone would properly go with my markings so I probably won't be using much makeup. After that it's just a matter of getting dressed." Skyfire answered. William let out a chuckle.

"I cannot wait to see you, my love. I'm sure you look stunning." William spoke. Skyfire blushed, laughing slightly. "A-Asher's mate says that you'll be b-blown away..." They stammered. Baaabe laughed. "Because it's true!" They spoke, standing up once Angel was finished.

"Right then, I'm going to get dressed." They declared, leaving the living room. "Same here. I've already had my makeup done." Angel spoke, following them.

"Right then, I should probably go. I shall see you soon, my beloved. I love you." Willam spoke. Skyfire smiled. "I love you too, Will. I'll see you soon." Skyfire replied, pressing End call.

They took their phone in their hands, smiling down at the screen.

"Right then, I think your hair is done." Sweetheart spoke, spinning Skyfire around. They picked up a small jar of pastel red glitter. "Raspberry says this is supposed to make you shine under the light." They spoke, putting some on their fingers and rubbing it into their cheeks.

Right as Sweetheart finished, Angel walked down in their suit, with Baaabe walking behind them in their dress. Sweetheart looked up, and smirked.

"I think David and Asher might start drooling when they see you two." They joked. Baaabe and Angel laughed, as Angel looked at Skyfire.

"Dang Moon, you did good." They spoke. "Alright, now go get dressed. We have a party to get to!"

Skyfire and Sweetheart nodded, the both of them getting up. They walked off to get changed. After a few minutes, they came back down, Sweetheart in their suit and Skyfire in their dress.

"Woah." Baaabe said, looking the two of them over.

"Damn, Flower. You're good." Sweetheart spoke. Baaabe nodded in response.

On the table, Skyfire's phone buzzed. Sweetheart grabbed it, handing it to Skyfire. "It's a text from Vincent's partner." They spoke, reading the message.

Thor⚡: Will just sent the limo over, so I hope you guys are ready.

Utah🔥: Yeah, just finished.

Skyfire put their phone on the counter. "They said Will sent the limo over." They spoke.

"Good. I can't wait to see what everyone will think of us." Angel started, running their hands down their sides. "Cause we look hot." Sweetheart, Baaabe and Skyfire laughed at their friends words. "Hot isn't the word I'd use, but sure." Sweetheart said in between laughs.

Outside, a car pulled up outside the house. "That's probably the limo. Shall we get going?" Skyfire asked, walking towards the door. Angel smirked, pumping their first into the air. "Hell yeah! We got a fancy party to get to!" They spoke, moving towards the door as well.

"And some partners to make drool." Sweetheart laughed. Skyfire opened the door, revealing the black limo parked outside their house. "Alright then, are we all ready?" They asked.

"Ready." Baaabe affirmed. "Same here." Angel agreed. Sweetheart let out a hum of confirmation.

"Then let's go." They spoke, walking into the cold December night. "Solaire Christmas Ball, here we come!" Angel shouted, laughing.

TO BE CONTINUED...

#redacted asmr #redacted william #it's not crimbo #but do i care?#no #redacted solaire clan #redacted shaw pack #nothing but shenanigans #for now

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🥹🥹🥹 🥺 love you more bubs <3333333333

Also enjoy bc I am h o o k e d on modern!Aegon rn, idk what they put in Tom but I am hooked 😌

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You and Aegon never got along. Ever. Ever since middle school. He portrayed himself as this spoiled rich fuck boy - and don't get it wrong, he WAS all those things - but you knew if he put his mind to something, he could succeed. With or without his father's money. Which is why you should have figured something was up as soon as he approached you on a warm day at the begining of senior year. You should have also known something was up because just a few days before, your dad had placed a new house rule.

"Fine. You want to date," he says to your sister, "you can date." He pauses for a second. "When your sister dates."

"But- but she's a mutant! She will never date!"

"Then you will never date. Oh, I like that." He then leaves to go to the kitchen.

What had followed was you and your sister getting into an insult match and her being angry at you for not wanting to date just so she could date. You finally had enough and went into your bedroom until dinner was done.

While past eighteen, your father had always been protective of you and your sister. Your sister only being nineteen while you were twenty-two, he kept the no dating rule from high school into college...well you did.

"Hey there," Aegon says smoothly.

You give him a what the fuck? Look. You both mutually - and silently - agreed to stay out of each others way, at least until college - but fate fucking hated you because he had managed to get into your college of choice. It was a surprise to both of you when you had found he had three classes with you. So, now, here he was.

"You must really know how to get a guy's attention."

You roll your eyes, grabbing your duffle bag that had your sports uniform in it. "My mission in life. But you see, it worked!" You motion toward him. "The world makes sense again." Grabbing your water bottle, you walk away but he was persistent.

"Why don't you let me take you on a date this Friday?"

You fake gasp. "Oh?" You say. "Where? The 7/11?"

Your response gets a snicker from Aegon. "I can take you placed you never been before."

You scuff before jokingly saying, "do you even know my name fuck boy?"

It takes a moment for Aegon to process if you were serious. "I do," he responses. "You know I do. We've known each other since middle school."

You fake laugh before leaving him dead in his tracks.

This was not going to be easy. You were tough to crack. But that didn't matter, he loved a challenge.

You and a couple of friends decided to go out to this club, to let off some steam. And you desperately needed it. Aegon had been constantly trying to wiggle his way into your small bubble you had made for yourself. He even wanted to manage to break through the walls you also build around yourself. But you weren't going to let him.

Going up to the snack bar, you ask for a water...which is when Aegon shoots his shot. Again.

"You know I watched you dance, you never looked more sexy!"

It must have been the few drinks or your post dancing haze but you smirked before saying, "thank you! You didn't look too bad yourself!"

And before you walk away, he says, "i'm picking you up tomorrow night!"

You don't answer as you walk back to your friends.

"Was that a yes?!"

"No!"

"Was that a no?!"

"No!

The next night you had dressed up and drove with Aegon to a party. The party that your ex was throwing. The party that your ex was throwing which you AND your sister would be attending. You were very observant, so, when you notice your ex getting a little too close with your sister, you imminently went into protective big sister mode.

"Well, looks who's here," he says, slinging a arm around you. You roll your eyes. "I know what you're doing. Stay away from my sister."

"Oh, i'll stay away from your sister. But I can't promise she won't stay away from me."

Just then, your sister had walked by, of course getting his attention. You scuff. Hey, you tried. You then down five shots in a minute, trying to numb the lingering pain in your chest. Unbeknownst to you, Aegon watched the entire thing. He was starting to fill this thing called guilt. The reason? Your ex had paid him to take you out. Why him well, you had a reputation. A bad one. Almost everybody - besides a select few - were scared of you and Aegon was the only one who wasn't phased. There was also your father's new house rule and your ex suggested taking you out for a shot with your sister. But he couldn't tell you that. Yet.

You and Aegon had split up and when he finally found you, you were drunk. So drunk infect that you could barely stand.

"Okay, come on," he says, helping you up and puting your arm around his neck. He figures the cool night air will snap you back into soberness so he carefully sits you down on the swing.

"That was patronizing," you stay groggery.

"Leave it to you to use big words when you're smashed."

Silence.

"So...you going to tell me why you did it?"

"Why I did what?"

"Let that jackass get to you. I known you long enough that I know you never drink. Now you're drunk on a swing."

"I hate him," you state.

Aegon sighs, moving a strand of hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear.

Your eyes scan his face as he does this and in your drunken haze, you say, "your eyes are really pretty."

"Thank-"

His sentence is cut short by your puking on his shoes. He shrugs it off and assures you that it's fine and you didn't mean it.

You decide to crash at his large luxurious apartment, you did not want to have your dad see you like this. He has you change and put on one of his t-shirts and sleep shorts. He also took the couch and made sure to make sure you slept on your side, making sure you didn't choke on your vomit.

The next morning, you wake up in his bed, the smell of coffee in the air. Looking over to see what time it was, a pain pill bottle and tall glass of water sits on the table. And after downing the water, you hesitantly throw back the covers and make your way to the kitchen.

As you get to the kitchen, he comes through the door. With food.

"Honey, i'm home!" He jokes.

You don't say anything as you sit at the table as he unpacks the food.

As you eat, you say, "Thank you...for like...taking care of me and all that."

Aegon swore that you could see a blush on his pale face. "No problem. Anytime."

The rest of the breakfast is ate in silence.

After that experience, you couldn't get Aegon out of your head. And you surprise yourself by agreeing to go a paintball place in town after class. Which is where after chasing you and gently tacking you to the ground, he takes off the masks they had you wear and covered in paint, manage to have your first kiss with him.

After a lot more dates over the next few weeks - plus with your sister having her dates - you finally agree to be his official girlfriend - much to to the delight to your sister -

Another party had approached so, you and Aegon were going to. This time, no alcohol. And looking back, Aegon realized he had gained REAL feelings for you. If he had to guess, it was when he saw you in HIS clothing. He had all but forgotten about the deal with your ex.

As you get thirsty, you walk away to the snack bar, which is where your ex ambushes Aegon. He had been trying to talk to him for WEEKS and now here he was. Unlucky for your ex though, your sister had lost interest in him after he had left her at the party to go hang out with some other girl and now she was hanging out with a different guy.

Your ex noticed you over Aegon's shoulder so when he tapped on his shoulder, he boldly and loudly stated, "I didn't pay you to ask her out so her sister can ditch me!"

Aegon's eyes go wide as he realized that you definitely over heard. He slowly turns to you. You looked like you seen a ghost. You don't even react, only leaving.

"Don't believe him!" He calls out to you. He has ran after you. He was seriously going to defend himself. "It wasn't what it-"

"Looked like?" You finish. A sarcastic laugh escapes your lips. "What was it then? A down payment then and a bonus for fucking me?"

Aegon internally cringed at the choice of words and he doesn't say anything as you walk away.

You spend the entire night crying into your pillow and by the next morning, your eyes were red and your throat was sore from all the sobbing.

Aegon had agreed to meet your sister at the park where she had cussed him out.

"You're a prick, you know that?"

He only nods.

"I mean, it's a dick move! I really thought you loved her. You know why they broke up?"

He shakes his head.

"Because he used her," your sister states. "He was her first time and when she didn't want to do it again, he dumped her and said she was only good for a good fuck."

His eyes go wide. "Wait, then why did YOU want to date him?"

She can only shrug. "I was stupid...I guess. But you really are a piece of shit fuck face. I actually thought you loved her!"

"I do." He says.

Its simple. To the point.

"What?"

"I do love her. I'm in love with her."

He lets you have your space as he comes up with a genuine apology. Thankfully he had one.

Knocking at your door, you almost immediately slam it in his face, but he stops it with his foot. "Please. Let me explain."

You sigh and he noticed you wear wearing his sleep walking animals band shirt, the leader of which looked striking like him. You then slowly open the door, finally letting him in and he breathes a sigh of relief.

"Please, let me explain."

Sitting on the couch, arms crossed, you nod, giving him a nod. He examined you. Your hair was a mess and your eyes were red but to Aegon, you were the most beautiful person he seen.

He sighs, rolling his sweaty palms on his pants. He looked like hell too. His eyes also were red - which were more noticeable with his pale skin - his clothing and hair looked disheveled, and his face was stained with tears with the guilt that kept him up at night. The guilt of hurting you. Lying to you.

"I know what happened...between you and your ex. I want to say I am so sorry he told you that. I messed up when he told me to just date you just so he could go out with your sister. He was an asshole and I was wrong for taking the money."

You scuff. You weren't going to budge. Not even with Aegon having his puppy dog eyes on you.

He surprises you by getting in his knees in front of you. " I love you," he softly says, taking your hand and running his surprisingly soft fingers over your knuckles. "You may as well take my heart. it's already full of you."

You swipe your hand away. "Go. You know NOTHING about me. You've known me only three weeks!"

"Three weeks?" He asks. "I've known you all my life."

That wasn't a lie. You knew that for sure.

"All your life?" You repeat.

He takes your hands back into his own, placing your hand on his chest. Over his heart. You could feel his heart beat. "It's true," he states. "When I heard beautiful music I thought 'she'd like that'. I looked at flowers knowing that one day I'd give them to you."

You are stunned into silence. You stare at him for a few moments before getting up from the couch Aegon remained on his knees. "I am truly sorry," he voice comes out in a crack that almost breaks your heart. Almost. "I should have never agreed. It was stupid."

"Yes, it was."

"I failed anyway."

"Oh? Why?"

He then gets up from the floor. "Because I fell for a pretty great woman."

You can't but laugh, a sign to Aegon you have partially forgave him. You hated - and loved - how much he knew you. He then leans in for a kiss but before your lips connect to his, you grab him by his collar. "Lie to me like that again, I will kill you. Got it?"

"Got it."

You then pull him in for the kiss. He had lots of making up for but he would do anything for you.

-🔥

ugh now I'm in the mood to rewatch 7TIHAY !!!!!

this was brilliant nonnie, the angst, the fluff all in one!!!! delightful little read <3

#🔥 anon #aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii targaryen asks

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