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#hello#i've actually been active on twitter for the past like 5 years but lately all that website does to me is make me angry#these past few weeks have been walking down memory lane weeks and i was just reading through my tumblr and#those really are super damn good times man#and then i checked and some of my mutuals are still sparsely active here wow hello hi!!#a lot of my followed tags still have a good few posts in them too#ace attorney in particular has like the same amount of notes they did in 2015-2017?? damn#aablr you are still the best fandom community i have ever been a part of#anyway i am kind of considering going back here since my weeby self has been revived due to having to watch anime for work#but i'd need a lot of profile overhaul and also scouring for new people to follow#and clean up my following too maybe#so maybe once i have some free time#but i am heavily considering it#rly want to be actively fandoming again and the state of twitter currently just makes it not a pleasant place to escape for some fandom fun#maybe i'll start sparsely reblogging stuff before the overhaul bcs i just rly need to fill the void (sad)#i've actually been thinking of going back for a WHILE like since twitter's elon era#and literally one of the few accounts that still make me laugh on twitter is exaltiora the tumblr archivist#like the state of twitter is Literally That Bad...#and each time i see her post and laugh i always go like. Why am i not on tumblr#but anyways it's been a while since i've rambled in the tags like this and i'm starting to get carried away lol#either way#hello it's nice to see you all doing well#how do i do this again#shut up hika#ppl still do this right#i need to relearn tumblr culture LOL
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it is the first snow today. i think we should all have off work, even though it didn't stick. i think there should be 4 national holidays, one for each season. happy first snow, go home and make cookies. for spring it can be the first crocus. for summer the first lightning bug. for autumn, the first golden leaf. go home, kiss your dog, feed your cat (who is absolutely already-fed but somehow still starving.)
i think we should all take more showers together, but i mean that in the soft way. i mean it like taking a nap. two years ago i had 5 adult friends in my queen bed, all of us laying across each other, head over belly over thigh over hand. any time one of us would giggle, it would ripple over each of us, like pulling on a spiderweb. kim actually needed to nap and didn't get to sleep and i am still sorry for it even though this is one of my most precious memories.
i think we should all wash each other's hair, i mean. i walk my dog and i watch someone put up twinkle lights around their front porch. alex and i just moved, and i love the neighborhood. already so many of our new neighbors have stopped by to say hello. the nice lady downstairs also collects plants, like me. she gave us her number on a pink post-it note. i am trying to decide whether to make her cookies or brownies.
i am going through a very hard time. something bad happened this weekend that i do not wish to discuss. it is hanging over me. i think of the green ribbon, and the woman who had her throat cut. it feels like that sometimes, inside of my body. like i am walking and talking despite being half-corpsed. like i am hanging on by a ribbon, standing on some kind of cusp. i keep saying - at least it wasn't worse. we are so lucky it wasn't worse. the idea is river-rock smooth now, all the edges worried off.
in this very dark night - the sun sets by 3 now - people don't need to, but they try anyway. they paint the missing light into things. i have an embarrassing number of missed calls and texts, but i feel the love from them nevertheless - hey. if you need something, i'm here. i will bring you food/puzzles/anything. i got you.
i think we should all have a big group chat where we do errands with strangers. this week i got lost in a home depot, which is wild because i'm a lesbian and we are actually hatched in a lowe's lumber section. there were two other women in the whole store. we ended up shopping together, at first by accident (we all needed things in the same aisle), and then because, well, why not. one of the ladies was taller than me, so she pulled down the screws i needed. i am agile and have the personality of a raccoon, so they sent me after anything below 3 feet. we talked about holiday plans and never learned each other's names, but did learn all the drama about each other's families.
i am making you cupcakes, because i have so much affection i want to pour it into batter. you ask me if i am eating enough per meal. i wrap your gift twice, trying to do it prettily. i get excited to give it to you, just because i hope you'll be excited too.
my parents drive an hour just to see the new apartment and to do the parent thing; standing in the kitchen saying things like "oh you'll get so much use from this dishwasher" and "well, you could paint that" and "when your mother and i moved it was uphill both ways and in a snowstorm and of course your brother was an infant." my mother brought me a plant for housewarming. i always say i love you before she leaves.
i play dnd on tuesdays still, after all these years. we all keep that night free. at one point, between grad school and marriage and all of it, we had to have a serious discussion about how to keep it running. we will keep going, we decided eventually. just to see each other, even if we don't play - you are all important to me. sebastian is not prone to affection but last night he stole my usual sign off - i love you all, be good, he said. he was laughing.
i don't love the winter, actually. i like snow in theory, but i grew up in the north, and am too-familiar with the season of "mud and sludge". i don't like being cold. but i do love something kind of soft and rare: every year around this time, people remember oh yes. you and i are human together. and i have love to spare.
it is the first snow, and something in my heart is finally warm again. i have spent what felt like the last 18 months just going-through-the-motions. it has felt blank and immediate, like i would never actually feel again. that sounds extremely trite and stupid - but that is the boring and familiar experience of depression. life just washes up against your windows, and you watch it happening. you see things that should be lovely and affecting, and it just whispers too-thin. i was desperately uncreative. uninterested in my hobbies. unimpressed by my writing. i told my therapist, often, i don't know how to find hope again.
almost sheepishly, something strange and lovely is burning in my chest. i keep not-looking at it, worried it will scamper back into the shadows again. it is skittish and wild, but it is so warm i want to sink my hands into its fur and feel it breathing. i love-hate it: if it's real, it can hurt me when it leaves again. but i am icarus-born, sun-lover and poet: i can't help myself. despite my best intentions, i am falling in love with life again.
i am planning to make cookies for my friends. alex and i are going to go christmas tree shopping. we picked out matching dish towels last night, and they have little mushrooms on them.
i love you. it does come back. yes, even after a long time. even for you. i promise. keep trying. you will wake up and it will be a day you can smile about.
write me when you get there. we will take the day off of work, and i will wash your hair, and we will both be laughing.
#spilled ink#writeblr#pos#recovery#my brain is like - don't trust it!!!!!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!! we can't be wrong again!!!!!!#and im like. what if the sorrow is the thing that's wrong though.#what if this - this!!!!! - is the truth
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Hey, I was wondering if you could do a really fluffy Mattheo Riddle always cuddling and touching you (especially late nights in the slytherin common room), I love all your posts, especially the Mattheo riddle content
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Pairing: touchy!Mattheo riddle x reader
Warnings: Mattheo whining about you not being glued to him, a mention of Y/N
Word count: 853
Disclaimer 1: Everything on this Blog is fiction!!!
Disclaimer 2: Made this by listening to the smiths
"2:35 AM". :☆｡ﾟ. ───
You love quiet moments like this. The whole group was just sitting around, everyone doing their own thing in each other's company. Pansy is coloring her nails while sitting on the floor, Theo is reading Dead poets society in the big armchair across from you, Enzo is laying on the floor in front of the couch you're sitting on, twirling his wand and staring at the ceiling, Blaise is making a mixtape next to the fireplace, Draco is studying for potions at the small table your feet are laid on, Tom is scheming about how to ruin some poor souls life and Mattheo is turning a feather into all sorts of things (currently a pigeon) whilst annoying draco. You are just watching your friends and humming along to the earworm in your head, while trying not to fall asleep.
Your heavy eyes fixate on Mattheo and the way he pokes his tongue into his cheek in focus. A singular curl falls into his face and you have the urge to stand up, walk over and move it away as if he couldn't do it himself. He doesn't seem to notice you're staring at him. Pansy does.
"God, Y/N this is disgusting. We get it you have a boyfriend," she says while fake gagging. You startle out of your staring and instead fumble with an answer that won't get more annoyed groans from the boys around you. "I wasn't even doing anything!"
Draco perks up from the corner to give his just lovely input "Just making love eyes at our local idiot over there." You roll your eyes. "Shut up and study"
And if this wasn't already uncomfortable of course Mattheo has something to say too "Why so embarrassed, love? I don't mind" He smirks and swiftly gets hit in the head with Theo's book causing you to snort out a laugh and the others to join in while Mattheo's staring daggers at a smirking Theo. "You know what, for that i'm going to flirt even harder."
Pansy laughs at theo's misery when suddenly she realizes she's going to have to witness you two being all lovey dovey, "What have we gotten ourselfs into"
You watch Mattheo stand up, step over Enzo on the ground and settle down next to you. You smile and let out a small giggle as he kisses you. As your lips connect a warm and fuzzy feeling washes over your body. It's comfortable and familiar. You can hear enzo gag and for some reason that is the funniest thing you've heard all day. You break the kiss by breaking into a fit of giggles that only get stronger when you see Mattheo's amused look.
Chuckling, he pulls you into his lap while you keep laughing. "Love, are you high?" You look up in shock, "No!"
"Then what is happening right now?"
You shrug and hide your face in his shoulder, enjoying the warmth of his body. Your limps start to relax and you let yourself melt into him. Humming in comfort when he gives you a little kiss on the crown of your head you let yourself fall asleep.
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When you open your eyes again, they're a bit tacky and you have to blink a few times to realize where you are. Mattheo has apparently carried you up to his dorm and is now cuddling you in his bed. Your whole body feels mushy as you stretch and turn in Mattheo's arms making him grumble in his sleep. You look at the cherry red, heart-shaped clock on his bedside table. You bought it for him at a little market in your hometown, seeing as red's his favorite color and the clock was just too cute not to buy. You were kinda scared to give it to him, thinking it was too 'girly' but he was so happy that you even thought of him over the holidays that he (in his words) was forced to kiss the living shit out of you. It's currently reading at 2:35 AM.
You try to wiggle out of his arms to get your wand to charm yourself some water into the empty glass next to the clock. But Mattheo's strong arms only grip your waist tighter when he realizes you're trying to get out. He kisses your neck and whispers "Stay, love," into your skin. "Téo, darling, I need some water." He whines and pulls you impossibly closer. "You can get water in the morning." He keeps leaving light kisses all over your neck and shoulder to try and coax you into staying and any other day it would've worked but your mouth is feeling more disgusting by the second. "Where's my wand?"
"Left it downstairs," he mumbles, his breath tickling your neck and making you giggle lightly. "Watcha laughing 'bout?" You squirm in his hold as his hands start traveling up your sides, knowing how ticklish you are. "Téo! Téo, stop it, you're tickling me." You breathe out between laughs. He kisses your neck, "That's kinda the point."
You end up forgetting about the water.
#fluff#headcanon#writing#slytherin boys#slytherin#slytherin boys x reader#mattheo x you#mattheo x y/n#mattheo riddle fluff#mattheo riddle x reader#mattheo riddle
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“You okay honey?”
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Summary: the TF141 boys play rock, paper, scissors to determine who will play the role of the doting yet protective boyfruend for you tonight so pervs don’t come flirt with you
It’s short, but my brain isn’t working lately
warnings: some sexual content
“Guys come on, seriously.” I stared on as Price and Soap were in the ‘finals’ of their competition to see who’d be your fake boyfriend tonight at the bar. Price cheers as he finally defeats Soap, wrapping his arm around you and placing a sweet kiss to your temple.
This had been an ongoing thing with the four of them since you had an altercation with a creep at a bar and had to punch said dude in the face. The boys didn’t want you to worry about that anymore, so they always play the role of the protective boyfriend/fiancé/husband for you. It’s worked well so far, so you can’t complain.
You also won’t complain about the attention you get from them.
Each man had a different way, each with their own pros and cons.
Gaz was sweet and affectionate, and he was calm of a guy were to come up to you. He handled everything with grace, but he wasn’t too keen on being super touchy. He’d compliment you, stand behind you during conversations and maybe place a hand on your tight, but that was all.
Ghost, was hardly a boyfriend type. He didn’t ever touch you, unless you physically forced his hand into yours, and even then he’d tense at the action. As much as he cared and wanted to protect you, he wasn’t there to pretend to be your boyfriend, he was there to pummel any man who looked in your direction.
Soap, he was so much fun when he was your fake boyfriend. He was touchy, clingy, fiesty and all over perfect. He was always by your side, hands around your waist, lips pecking your neck lightly, teasing you. That was his approach, he’d tease you all night, make you want him. Most of the time, the moment you both left the bar, you’d burst out laughing at how you two acted, but there’s been some nights you ended up in his bed.
Price, was a beautiful fake lover. He was sweet and tender. He catered to you and always had a hand on you, silently claiming you as his to everyone in the bar. He’d whisper sweet nothings in your ear when he saw another man looking, making you squirm. He was your favorite by far, the way he so gently held you, kissed you. His actions were tender, the fire only showing up if a man wouldn’t leave you alone.
“You ready doll?” Price’s voice sounded out. You nodded, leaning into him.
You all headed out to the bar, the night going wonderfully. You had beaten Ghost in a game of pool, had the bartender buy you all a round of shots, and more. The music had you swaying your hips as you lined up your shot in pool. You were against Soap now, the championships.
You were lining up to hit the 8-ball, your jeans tightening around your ass when you felt a pair of strong hands grope you. You smiled, prepared to see Price, but before you could turn around, your eyes met all 4 men across the table from you. All four of them looked angry. You fully stood up, turning around to see an older man, maybe a couple years older than Price looking down at you seductively. “Can I help you?”
“Your ass looked to delicious, I couldn’t help myself.” He licked his lips.
“I suggest you back off.” Your voice was matter of factly.
“Why? You gonna hurt me? A little thing like you?” He cooed. I couldn’t help but laugh at the man. “What’s so funny?” He smiled.
“I won’t hurt you, but they will.” Throwing my thumb over my shoulder to the four men.
“You okay honey?” Price’s voice purred beside me, his hand landing on my back.
The guy looked up to Price, who towered over him. “I don’t know, am I?” I said, smirking at the man.
“I was just telling her how pretty she looked.” He gulped.
Price chuckled. “By grabbing her ass? Nuh uh.” Price stepped forward. “Let’s go have a little talk.” Grabbing the man’s arm, he took him outside of the bar.
Soap ran to you, asking if you were okay. You smiled and nodded your head. “Yeah I’m okay Johnny.” You patted his bicep.
Ghost and Gaz stood by the pool table, watching everyone’s things, including Price’s car keys and your purse.
Soon, Price waltzed back into the bar. His hips swaying as he sauntered back over to you, swooping his arm around your waist and pulling you in. “He won’t be bothering you anymore.” He kissed the top of your head as you returned to your pool tournament.
A couple of weeks later, you were all out a new bar across town, Soap’s arms wrapped around your waist as you spoke to some people. He had won the rock, paper, scissors that night. Your eyes widened as you heard a familiar voice, “You!”
Your face turned as Soap straightened up to his full height, one of his hands remaining on the small of your back. Your eyes met the man from the bar that night with Price. “Who’s this man? You get around fast.”
His voice was confident, like he had caught me doing something wrong. I looked at Soap, who looked ready to pounce. The fire was in Soap’s eyes as he bared his teeth in a smile. “You like my lady? Like what you see?”
“She’s a fiery one she is, just look at her.” The man bit his lip as he made a curve motion with his hands to simulate the shape of your hips. Soap let out a low chuckle.
“Any man knows you don’t answer that question honestly.” He dead panned, Soap’s voice deadly. “Why don’t I make this easy on you and let you walk away unharmed?”
The other man licked his lips, unmoving. Soap took a step forward, his hand sliding off of you as he stood just next to you, his size defined next to you.
“Either you walk away or you never walk again.” Soap growled.
The man quickly cowered, eyes widened. “Where do you find these men?” He shouted before scampering into the crowd.
“Thank you.” I said, kissing Soap. He was always much more willing to do PDA than the others, really making it believable to those in the bar that you were a couple.
“Anything for you my dear.” Soap said sweetly. “Shall we ditch this joint?”
I giggled, grabbing at his chest. “Are you gonna do that thing with your fingers again?” I bit my lip.
We heard someone clear their throat as we both backed away from each other, looking to the other 3 men. “We’re right here ya know?” Ghost spoke.
Soap and I laughed as the others bursted out in chuckles and smiles.
“Ya we know.” You said, earning some more chuckles out of the men and an ass grab from Soap.
#captain price x reader#modern warefare 2 x reader#soap mactavish smut#soap mactavish x reader#tf141 x reader#simon ghost riley#johnny mactavish#john price#cod mw2
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YN YLN and Charles Leclerc Take a Couples Quiz
pairing: charles leclerc x reader
author's note: this has been in my drafts for wayy to long, so ive decided to just finish it off and post it. im sorry lmao but i just couldn't watch this rot away in my wips any longer.
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The video cut to you and Charles, sitting opposite each other in front of a yellow to red gradient, smiling at the camera.
"Hi! I'm YN", you say cheerfully.
"And I'm Charles"
"And we are here to take a couples quiz!"
You are handed a stack of questions from a person off screen, and turn towards Charles.
"Are you ready?"
"Is that the first question?" he retorts.
Your face drops, now showing slight annoyance but there is still a small smile you try to hide. "That's it. Minus 1 points."
"Oh c'mon! That is not fair."
You turn to argue but the video cuts to a different scene in which you ask the actual first question.
"What things do I have, of yours, that are my favourite?
He looks up in thought before chuckling and replying. "Theres a lot, you steal my stuff all the time."
You grin. "Yes, but what's my favourite?"
"My shirts? No wait! My bracelets?" He asks.
"Yeah!" you exclaim. Turning to the camera you add. "He gets so many bracelets from fans and they are all so pretty. We keep them in a bowl on our dresser so I like to take a few whenever I go out."
Looking back at Charles, you add. "You didn't know the answer, but you still got it right so I think you deserve half a point." The staff behind the camera gives you a thumbs up, noting it down for when they would edit the video.
"Ok! Next question- which song of yours is my favourite?"
He looks at you, his eyes widening with a confused expression on his face. He looks at the camera crew and then back at you.
"C'mon, I only have 2 it's not a very hard question."
"Then answer it." you reply, looking at him with a small smirk.
"Fine. Uh, AUS23."
"Wrong!" you exclaim, laughing at the way his jaw drops in surprise.
"Then what? I know its not Miami."
"Its the one you wrote for Baku." you slyly say, knowing fully well that he hadn't released it and you were possibly the only one other than him to have heard it.
You look down at the cards you had been given, reading off the next question. "What is the first thing I eat in the morning?"
You see his smirk growing in your peripheral vision and cut in before he answers. "If you dare make a joke, I will murder you."
He laughs at that, chuckling as he looks up to think. "Um. Breakfast? It's different things every morning, but if I wake up before her then I make cereal."
Noticing the evident confusion on the faces of the cameramen, you elaborate. "It's the only thing he's allowed to make without me present. The last time I let him cook alone, he burned the pancakes and half our kitchen."
Turning red at the story, he interrupts. "Okayy, next question amore."
"Which side of the bed do I sleep on?"
"Left."
"If I could get a tattoo of something, what would it be?"
"A bouquet of flowers. The flowers would be your favourite and my favourite together."
You are shocked at his response. "How did you remember that? I told you that ages ago!"
He smiles slyly to the camera. "That is why I am the best boyfriend, there is no need for these silly questions I am already the best. She told me so in be-"
"Right. Next question." You cut him off, eyes widening as you figure out where he was going with the statement. "This is the last one. If I could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?"
"Oh this is easy. Italy. You are always talking about how much you love it. But you also love Monaco and France so depending on how you feel, one of those three."
"Well.", you look at the camera, "I think that answer deserves 2 points." Handing your questions off to the side, you turn to Charles who has started reading the first of his questions.
"If I had a ticket to anywhere in the world, where would I go?" he reads. "This is similar to yours", he mutters.
"Home", you say confidently. "He's a mama's boy, tries to go back home as much as possible."
He blushes slightly before nodding to the camera. "Yup, 1 point."
"What was I wearing on our first date?"
You reply quick as lightening. "A shirt and pants. Very gentlemanly, I remember thinking, probably the best first impression I've had of a guy."
His eyebrows raise at the confession, cockily tilting his head in the direction of the camera. "You heard her! Next, what is something I hate?"
"A lot of things, Char."
"Is that your final answer, cherie?"
"Um." you pause. "Oh I know! When manipulate stuff that you say. It makes me really mad too. It gets really tiresome when they take stuff that Charles has said that turn into into a different story altogether."
"Thats true, I do hate that." He smiles at you, reaching over to squeeze your hand once to say thank you.
"How many kids do I want?"
"3, because you have 2 siblings. But, you said you want as many as I am comfortable with!"
"Of course, amour. You're the one whose going to be carrying them, your choice is more important here. What is something I get annoyed about?"
"Oh, when Seb and Carlos beat you at those Ferrari games you play."
His jaw drops in faux offence, shaking his head as he reads out the last question on his cue card.
"What is one my hidden talents?"
You look straight at the camera, not dissimilar to The Office. A smirk grows on your face and the lens zooms in. In the background Charles can be heard complaining.
"Oh I see! You can make these jokes, but I cant?"
The video cuts to the wider angle once again, you and Charles wave at the camera.
"Thanks for watching our couples quiz! I think it's clear that I've won."
Charles rolls his eyes, eyes shining with admiration and love for you. "Bye everybody."
Comments:
charleslover: OH MY GOD!! THEY ARE SO IN LOVE IT KILLS ME
ynandcharles: their facial expressions always kill me
username89: where do i get a charles leclerc bcs i will willingly offer all the money i have
doratheexplorer16: their love for each other hurts
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WISH YOU HELL ; OP81
oscar piastri x mclaren driver!reader
. . . calm and collected oscar? wrong! it's like hamilton and alonso all over again with more awkward silence and banter instead of attempted murder
next: his car isn't yours
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oscarpiastri i'll miss you landonorris please don't forget about me, thank you for making my first season memorable 🧡
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user1 we only got one season with them 🥹
user2 i'm happy for lando but i miss him with Oscar already
user3 landoscar you were bigger than the whole sky
landonorris we'll see each other on track mate, don't miss me too much 😘
oscarpiastri i will miss you
maxverstappen1 he's mine now
oscarpiastri okay shut up braggart 🙄
landonorris i'll just go with yourusername instead
yourusername why am i mentioned? congratulations lando!!!!
oscarpiastri why are you here? you can't resist searching for me 😉
yourusername 🤓☝️ actually lando mentioned me, clearly he like me more than you
oscarpiastri he may like you, but he liked me first
landonorris okay knock it off
maxverstappen1 you guys are acting like children
landonorris technically they are children
carlossainz55 and you're not lando?
landonorris why am i catching strays? this post is about me?
user4 i'm still shocked... i thought we would have more seasons with them together
user5 congratulations to lando, and oscar as well as yn 🫶
user6 it hasn't been 24 hours and they're getting emotional already
user7 all i know is the oscaryn dynamic will be bomb
user8 bomb as in they'll both explode each other
user9 HAHAHAHAHAHA you might be on to smth actually
user10 two more months before the season begins i'm going insane
user11 the oscar yn tea is piping hot i wonder what oscar thinks
user12 to be a fly when lando, oscar, and yn saw each other in MTC
landonorris storytime...
yourusername shut up lando
oscarpiastri bad idea man
user13 the only time they agree with each other...
user14 what did they do in mtc?!????!?!? landonorris you better tell us
landonorris 🤐
yourusername we're contractually not allowed to say anything
user15 wow, i actually can't wait for this season to start, the pinnacle of motorsport and the drivers are acting like 15 year olds
user16 if you think about it... oscar and yn are 15
user17 FOUL!!!!!
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yourusername bye lando, hello me
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user18 OMGHOSH I'M ACTUALLY 😭😭😭
user19 CONGRATULATIONS!!!!! 🎉🥳👏
mclaren welcome to the team 🧡
yourusername i won't let you down, let's get these podiums 🧡
user20 I'M SUCH A PROUD MOTHER 👏👏👏 YN SLAY THESE MEN DOWN
user21 baby is in her drram team omhjmh i'm cryingt
user22 congratulations yn 🧡🧡🧡
user23 using lando as a meme like that... pr moves
user24 wow, she's so ungrateful
landonorris you actually posted the meme!!! i'm so proud of you 🧡
yourusername thank you so much for all your support lan, it's a shame we couldn't race together
landonorris you can always look at the rear of my car
yourusername HA HA HA, watch as i overtake you
landonorris i'll be waiting for you
oscarpiastri congratulations yn 👏
yourusername who paid you to post this
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yourusername thank you oscar. let's have a good season together 🧡
user25 help they're so awkward
user26 i'm actually laughing 😭😭😭
user27 this might be the most excited i've been for a season
amgf it's still me just in a different account, hello guys <3
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MAKE THE FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS, TAKE THE MOMENT AND TASTE IT | AEMOND TARGARYEN
SOCIAL MEDIA!AU
summary: in wich aemond is not afraid to make his move. very, very publicly, making the whole internet go insane.
pairings: actor!aemond x singer!reader
content warnings: faceclaim is sabrina carpenter but you can imagine reader as you'd like, some cursing, taylor swift/travis kelce inspired plot, use of y/n because it is necessary!! if you don’t like it, sorry.
note: omg i can't believe i'm doing this, hope you enjoy this piece little piece as much as i enjoyed making it! as i say; being delulu is the solulu. and here i am feeding into all out delusions. comments & reblogs are greatly appreciated! love you, mwah. 💋
TWITTER ‣ AUG 12, 2023.
INSTAGRAM ‣ AUG 12, 2023.
INSTAGRAM ‣ AUG 13, 2023.
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yourusername oldtown i couldn’t love you more. had the best first night with you and we still have three more to go! thanks so much to everyone there, i couldn't do this whout you. see you tonight for round 2? 🤍
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user1 i can't believe i couldn't be there
zendaya had the best night with u!
yourusername thank u sm for coming, love you. 💗
user2 MOTHER IS MOTHERING
user3 i don't now if i wanna be her or if i wanna be with her
user4 I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU BUT I SEE AEMOND TARGARYEN IN HER LIKES
user5 I THOUGHT IT WAS A MISTAKE AT FIRST
user6 I mean he was at Oldtown night1 so...
user7 HE WENT TO HER CONCERT?
user8 BESTIE HAVE YOU NOT SEEN THE PICS?
troyesivan see you 2night oldtown. ✌️
AEMOND TARGARYEN INTERVIEW ‣ AUG 25, 2023.
TWITTER ‣ AUG 25-26, 2023.
INSTAGRAM ‣ SEPT 21, 2023.
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fairyhelaena friends and family for the weekend @ highgarden. 💚🌺🪴🍃🕊️
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lucerys03 looking 💯 as always.
baelatarg stop lying to yourself
user9 OH MY GOD IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS
user10 is that @yourusername in the second slide???
user11 yes!! she's in the fourth one too
yourusername 🤍🤍🤍
user12 it's impossible that she doesn't know about what aemond said, right?
user13 knowing how jace is i'm sure she already knows. they probably were giving her a hard time lol
user14 Y/N hanging out with aemond's family but not him would never not make me laugh
user15 he's out there telling the world he likes her and she still hasn't say anything
user16 and she doesn't have to. leave the poor girl alone
user17 i mean she spent the whole weekend with aemond's sister and nephews, maybe he was there too
user18 sorry to disappoint you but he's in king's landing
user19 bro must be fuming, everyone in his family meeting his girl except for him
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yourusername took a couple of days off to hang out with some friends. see you in a bit for the second and final leg of the cruel summer tour! 💌
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user20 she's glowing
user21 wait- i feel like i've seen that guy before
user22 that's because he's aemond's nephew and also an actor
fairyhelaena my pretty 🌟
user23 THAT'S LUKE VELARYON???????
user24 HE IS !!!!!
user25 yes he is, she was with aemond's family during the weekend
user26 idk why but i have the feeling that aemond saw these pics and ran to call luke
user27 and was probably screaming at him for an hour lol
user28 another reason for aemond to hate him
user29 he doesn't hate him, he's family
user28 you can hate family
user30 stfu it is well known that they have had their differences but they're in good terms now
user31 besides who are we to talk about it? that's private. there are comments under aemond's posts of them joking with each other lol
user30 idk why she's talking shit.
user32 WHY IS SHE WITH HIS FAMILY BUT NOT WITH HIM?
user33 what world are we living in
iMESSAGE ‣ SEPT 31, 2023.
TWITTER ‣ OCT 10, 2023.
TWITTER ‣ OCT 28, 2023.
TWITTER ‣ DEC 04, 2023.
let me give you a kiss if you make it here! and let me know if you'd like a part 2 of this little smau. as i said comments & reblog are greatly appreciated!
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Ellie is away... // e.w
Chapter 5 – 2006, Senior year college
a/n: I'm so sorry this took me ages to post. it was actually ready I just kept forgetting to. this is the last chapter, BUT I'm considering making an alternative last chapter. why you may ask? figure it out on your own. MDNI.
cw;wc: 1.3k ; mention of alcohol, angst.
summary: a time before skype and facebook, windows xp just came out and Windows Messenger was the thing of the moment.
➥ part four
brickmaster has signed in
ynshere: babe hiiiii
brickmaster: hiii
brickmaster: how's it going gorgeous?
ynshere: better now
ynshere: i missed you :(
brickmaster: i know baby
brickmaster: we’ll see each other soon, promise
ynshere: will you come over?
ynshere: this weekend i mean
brickmaster: sorry baby, can't
brickmaster: going out with Riley and her friends
brickmaster: if that’s okay?
ynshere: oh
ynshere: but you already hung out with her last friday…I haven’t seen you in a while
brickmaster: yn
brickmaster: come on, i promise. next friday i'm all yours
brickmaster: i really wanna go out, i am allowed to have fun once in a while… I study my ass off every day, i'm stressed as hell
ynshere: i know, i just miss you. that’s it
brickmaster: maybe you could hang out with us? I’m sure she won’t mind
ynshere: you sure?
brickmaster: yeah, positive
ynshere: if i'm not a bother then yeah
ynshere: i just wanna be with you :(
brickmaster: you're never a bother baby
brickmaster: see you this friday?
ynshere: see you this friday :)
ynshere: call me later, maybe? If you got time
brickmaster: yeah, will do
brickmaster: i love you
ynshere is typing…
brickmaster is away
ynshere: i love you too
brickmaster has signed in
ynshere: mi amor hiii
ynshere: babe?
ynshere: hellooooo???
brickmaster: sorry angel
brickmaster: i'm here
brickmaster: was chatting with Riley lol
brickmaster: how you doing?
ynshere: yeah. Riley. of course i'm gooooddd
ynshere: missing you tho ;(
brickmaster: me too, pretty
ynshere: wanna go out on a date this weekend?
ynshere: just you and me
ynshere: no Riley around… we haven't spent time alone in like forever
brickmaster: yeah sure
brickmaster: what do you wanna do?
ynshere: hmmm not sure maybe go out for dinner?
brickmaster: sounds like a plan
brickmaster: Riley almost got in trouble today in class
ynshere: it's always about Riley lmao what did she do?
brickmaster: basically she snuck alcohol in class
brickmaster: she just put it in her water bottle and she goes around with that thing
brickmaster: art teacher almost caught her today, we were literally crying
brickmaster: i was laughing so much that my stomach started to hurt
ynshere: oh lol
brickmaster: yeah it was exhilarating, you should’ve seen her
ynshere: did you drink as well?
ynshere: in class
brickmaster: just a bit..i mean everyone was, sooo
ynshere: you shouldn't drink in class Els
ynshere: you don't have to do something just because everyone is doing it
brickmaster: please don't give me the mom attitude
brickmaster: this is why i can never tell you anything
ynshere: :/ i'm just looking out for you because i care. you do you
brickmaster: yeah whatever, see you this weekend
ynshere is typing…
ynshere: no wait i'm sorry i love you
brickmaster is away.
ynshere: where's my i love you :(
brickmaster has signed in
ynshere: baby
ynshere: hi
brickmaster: howdyy
ynshere: howdy? lol is this Joel
brickmaster: lmao no, Riley says it every second
brickmaster: I thought it was funny
ynshere: oh haha
ynshere: happy 1 year and 5 months together :)
brickmaster: oh yeah shit
brickmaster: i forgot. sorry, pretty girl
brickmaster: happy anniversary-monthiversary
brickmaster: i love you
ynshere: i love you toooo
ynshere: i just realized i haven't heard it in a while :(
brickmaster: well yeah i mean you're not supposed to say it every second
ynshere: haven't heard it in months, El
brickmaster: oh please
brickmaster: always so dramatic
brickmaster: anyways, i'm going out
brickmaster: i'll call you later
brickmaster: i love you!!!!!
brickmaster is away
ynshere: are you sick of me? love you too
ynshere has signed in
brickmaster: omg babe babe
ynshere: love of my lifee
ynshere: what's upp
brickmaster: i'm going to a concert this weekend
brickmaster: i'm so happy omg omg
ynshere: oh really? let me guess
ynshere: deftones?
brickmaster: yes!!! Freaking Riley surprised me with a ticket this morning, i genuinely cried
brickmaster: god she's the best
ynshere: what about me? that's so sweet of her :)
ynshere: you think i can tag along too?
brickmaster: sorry babe, i doubt it
brickmaster: thickets are all sold out
ynshere: aww shame :(
brickmaster: i knowww but shit fuck i'm so excited
ynshere: i'm happy for you Els
ynshere: think it's okay if i come see you next friday? haven't seen you in a month
brickmaster: of course angel
ynshere: yay okay
ynshere: my roommate needs my computer real quick
ynshere: i'll call you later alright? i love you soo much
brickmaster: talk to you laterr, love you
ynshere is away.
brickmaster has signed in
brickmaster: babe hi
ynshere: hey
brickmaster: how's it going?
ynshere: good, currently studying for an exam. what about you?
brickmaster: just chilling in my dorm
brickmaster: it's been a hell of a week
ynshere: right
brickmaster: hey, you sure you alright? you seem off
ynshere: i'm good
brickmaster: yn what's up?
ynshere: it's just
ynshere: last week...when i hung out with you, Riley and her friends, i noticed you act so different around them
ynshere: and i've been wondering which version of you is the real one
brickmaster: i think you're overthinking it
brickmaster: i'm just me
ynshere: you're just distant idk
ynshere: you seem more cold, like you don't enjoy spending time with me
brickmaster: it's not like that though
brickmaster: you're overthinking
ynshere: alright then, forget it
ynshere: i'm going out
brickmaster: thought you said you were studying?
ynshere is away.
brickmaster: alright then.
brickmaster has signed in
brickmaster: hey yn
ynshere: hey
brickmaster: how are you doing?
brickmaster: it's been a while
ynshere: yeah i know, i’ve been busy
ynshere: i'm doing okay though, thank you for asking
ynshere: what about you?
brickmaster: yeah me too
ynshere: got plans for tonight?
brickmaster: i think i’m going out with Riley
ynshere: ah cool.
brickmaster: what are you doing tonight?
ynshere: going out with Emma
brickmaster: that's nice
ynshere: yeah
brickmaster: Dina came to visit a week ago
brickmaster: she asked me about you
ynshere: oh really?
ynshere: what’d you tell her?
brickmaster: well, the truth
brickmaster: that we broke up months ago
brickmaster: i’ve always assumed she already knew
ynshere: haven’t talked to her in a while actually
ynshere: i barely catch her online
ynshere: and i'm always busy, so
brickmaster: yeah right
brickmaster: i guess that’s why she asked about you
ynshere: most likely
brickmaster: i gotta go now, going out in an hour
ynshere: alright, see you
brickmaster is away.
ynshere has signed in
ynshere: Ellie hi
brickmaster: hey
ynshere: how's everything going for you?
brickmaster: everything’s alright
ynshere: can you believe that college is almost over?
brickmaster: yeah it's crazy
ynshere: we’re almost adults
brickmaster: doesn’t feel like it’s been 4 years
ynshere: do you miss high school?
brickmaster: not really
brickmaster: i’d rather not think about the past though
ynshere: well, okay
ynshere: what are you doing after graduation?
brickmaster: probably moving in with Riley
brickmaster: i don't know if i told you, we started dating a couple months ago
ynshere: ah congrats
brickmaster: sorry maybe it's too much?
ynshere: i'm still in love with you nah it's fine
ynshere: was i too boring? was i not good enough? how’s your week been going?
brickmaster: it's been alright, just busy
ynshere: what’d you do today?
brickmaster: just school and now homework
ynshere: so, how’s school?
brickmaster: it’s alright. same old same old
ynshere: gone to any concerts lately?
brickmaster: not really, i've been busy with school you know
ynshere: will we ever be the way we were watched any good movies lately?
brickmaster: no, not really
ynshere: is this it for us? how’s Joel doing?
brickmaster: he’s doing alright, thanks
ynshere: i miss you that’s great :)
brickmaster: i think i’m going to go, yn. goodbye
ynshere: please don’t leave me okay, bye Els
brickmaster is away.
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Requiem for a Dream
Part one - Home
After 50 years without his mate, Rhysand is finally free and Home.
Warnings - Rhysand's SA trauma is alluded to, depression is alluded to, terrible self care is seen from Rhiannon the OC. Oh, and as always unedited 💜
A/n - this ended up being a 4 part thing, and they are all scheduled to be posted 2 days apart (because I don't want to make you all wait when I am PROUD of the final smut scene) Each jumps is month into Rhysand being home. Each part gets spicier with time. Each part was also written with different songs involved and in mind. "Home" by MGK, Bebe Rexha, and X Ambassadors was trapped in my mind during this part
Part Two Part Three Part Four
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Rhys collapsed on the floor of the House of Wind. He was panting before finally breaking down. His arms wrapped around his torso as sobs tore through him. "Rhys?!" The sound of heels slapping against the floor came before arms were around him. "You're home."
He found himself clinging to Mor, head buried into her neck. "Mor, what happened?" A deep voice came into the room followed by heavy foot steps. "Rhys? Az!" Mor pulled away, allowing Cassian to fall before Rhys and pull him into another tight hug. "Let's get you inside, brother."
Rhys allowed him to support him and move him into the living room. Shadows had begun to scurry, moving with a purpose as Azriel appeared in the room and then froze. He walked to Rhys as if he was seeing a ghost, his scarred hands holding his face before his own tears began to fall and they embraced.
"Why are we all gathered in the living room? Food is that-" Amren stopped mid sentence, dropping the flute of blood she was holding. Azriel released Rhysand, backing away to be held by Cassian as the ancient being approached. "Do not ever scare us like that again, boy."
Rhys couldn't help but to laugh and nod before feeling shocked as Amren buried her face into his chest and held him. The Inner Circle stood in silence and tears. Before the question Rhys had since landing finally came out of his mouth. His voice was broken, confidence leaving his body as he asked, "Where is my wife?"
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Rhiannon was hunched over a desk. She was reading through countless reports that had suddenly shown up once the barrier broke.
She refused to go to dinner, choosing to instead distract herself with work. The House had tried pulling her chair from under her, a shadow had tried dragging her out of his office, and the faelights had flickered indicating to her someone had entered her home, but Rhiannon didn't move.
She'd rather work herself to death or starve than get her hopes up that her mate was finally home. She'd rather be burned on an Autumn Court Pyre than allow her heart to break any further than it had.
50 years. 50 long years without Rhysand. Without hearing his laugh. Without the smell of citrus and salt. Without feeling his hands on her body, his lips on hers. 50 years without hearing the sound of his voice. She was broken. Broken from the nightmares he unknowingly sent down the bond. Broken from his last words to her being a command to stay in the House of Wind. Broken from feeling the bond they had never closed grow colder than ice.
Another shadow came, Weaving into her hair to let her know her true brother, Azriel, was thinking of her. That he wanted her to come downstairs and eat. "Tell your master I will eat later. I'm busy reading 50 years of reports from Illyria."
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Azriel sighed deeply, looking at Cassian and shaking his head. "She's going to work herself to death." Cassian whispered as they watched Rhys stare at her chair. "He needs her."
Azriel stood. "I will be right back." Rhysand shook his head, standing next.
"You stay. I'll go." He took his whiskey with him, moving out of the room. "I'll be back soon. I'll just pull rank on her."
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Rhiannon sighed in annoyance as the door opened. "I told you I'd eat later, Az. Fuck off." Rhys watched her. Her long dark brown hair was falling in waves to her hips. Her hazel eyes were reading through paper after paper, marking things she had questions over before moving to the next.
She was wearing a beautiful black dress that dipped low in the front, allowing him a view of her tan skin, of her full breasts, her toned stomach. She was thinner than when he had left, causing his heart to ache. He sat across from her, slightly shocked when she didn't look up. He wanted to pull her into his lap, to hold her, to cry into her shoulder. But he would wait. Wait until they had spoken about the choices he made.
"Just say what you want to say and leave, Azriel. I'm genuinely not in the mood."
He chose then to open the bond. It flooded both of them, causing Rhiannon to drop the paper she was holding. "There's 50 years of things I'd like to say to you, wife." He took a sip of his whiskey as she was taking uneven breaths to try to regain stability from the emotions taking over her own. "I'd prefer to eat first though, and then we could speak later tonight at the River House. Away from everyone else." She gave him no reaction. Shock was sitting in the middle of their bond, blocking him from her feelings, her mind, her needs.
"Please come eat with us. I-" His eyes squeezed shut as her emotions began to hit him. Her longing, her love, her needs, her stresses. "I need us all to eat together. I need family dinner. The papers can wait. They've waited 50 years, darling."
Rhiannon stood, moving to be directly in front of her husband as he stood. She had not spoken. Hands shaking as she lifted them to touch his face before stopping. He realized slowly that she already knew. She knew what had happened to him. What he had done. "You were actually there in those dreams, weren't you?" His voice was broken as he tried to step away from her before her hands shot to his wrists. "Rhi-"
"Please don't pull away from me. I won't touch you without your permission. I'll do whatever you need. Just please don't do what I can feel you thinking about."
Rhys nodded. His own hands trembling as he laced their fingers together and took a deep breath. "It might be awhile, Rhiannon."
She shook her head rapidly. "I don't care. It doesn't matter as long as you are here. I'd wait forever for you." The sentence was all it took for him to pull her into his arms, releasing a sob of relief as she whispered how much she loved and adored him.
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Pinky Promises
Robert Rosenthal x Reader
Word Count - 1840
- this is a part 2/continuation of Spilled Drinks that was requested by anon.
Ever since the night Y/N had literally ran into Rosie at the bar she couldn’t seem to rid herself of a small smile, no matter what she did. When the girls made it back to their barracks that night, the ambushing of questions went on for well over an hour and even into the next morning.
“You have to talk to him again, Y/N. We both saw the way he looked at you when you were dancing.” Violet declared as she pinned her hair back under the white cap the Red Cross was gracious enough to bless them with. “You know Violet is right, Y/N. He’s already dreaming of a house back in the states and curly headed babies running around.”
“Hazel!” Y/N stopped midway through her dress buttons to lightly smack her friend on the arm, cheeks burning bright red. “I just met the man and for all we know, he doesn’t care and will never speak to me again.” Reaching down to grab her work satchel packed full of supplies.
“Well Y/N if that was the case I don’t believe Mr. Rosenthal would be waiting outside for you, would he?” Violet taunted, Y/N’s head snapping up to meet her friend's gaze. Violet stood peering out the window, fingers holding the blinds open enough to see outside. Hurriedly, Y/N rushed over the window trying her best to not trip over her own feet.
Sure enough there stood Robert Rosenthal - hands shoved in his pockets gaze searching the area around him.
“Go get him, tiger!” Hazel bent forward, laughing.
There truly was not much left in this world that could phase Y/N. She had seen it all in the cruel reality that was war. Men she had grown close to over the span of their visits to the nurses stations would come back battered and broken, some beyond repair - and despite all of what she saw, she was always able to ground herself. She had to. But now, she felt like a young school girl again. Her body was littered with anxiety - sweaty palms, shaking hands, and a racing heart. Why?
All because Robert Rosenthal was standing outside of the nursing barracks.
The squeaking of the barrack front door brought her back down to reality for a moment before the brightness of the sun had her quickly shielding her eyes.
“Rosie, is that you?” she more than obviously knew the answer but she still could not convince herself that it really was him.
“Uh, yeah”, he let out an awkward chuckle “I wanted to stop by this morning and see how things were going. Maybe walk you to the nurses station since I’m heading in that direction.” he was rambling. She stood, head cocked up to him, eyes squinting still from the sun. “I mean, unless, that makes you uh - uncomfortable.”
“I’d love the company. The commute can get a bit lonely.” that same small smile making its way back onto her face. Rosie extended his hand for Y/N to lead the way and with one quick glance back inside she saw her friends staring out at her, smiles plastered on each of their faces.
“What is on your itinerary, today?” Robert finally spoke up.
“The usual. Work until roughly 1900, probably later since there is a mission today and hope to make it back to the barracks in time to do some reading before I get up and do it all again tomorrow.” Y/N paused, kicking a few pebbles along the path before she continued. “How is the day looking for you?”
“Nothing too crazy but I am going up today.” he said nonchalantly, stopping Y/N in her place.
“You’re flying today?” she almost felt like throwing up. Maybe it was selfishness or chosen ignorance but Y/N had grown to hope the war wouldn’t need Robert anymore. She hoped she could protect him from it but all she could do was treat the wounds he would inevitably bring back to her.
“Yeah, debriefing starts at 0730. I’m heading over there once we get you where you need to be.” Her anxiety ridden mind could not help but imagine this was Rosie’s goodbye to her.
Y/N stepped forward to Rosie, grabbing his hands in hers as she looked up to maintain eye contact.
“I know I am just a nurse and you can’t tell me what you're doing up there or where you’re going but you have to pinky promise me you’ll be safe.” Dropping his left hand, she stuck her pinky out expectantly.
“Cross my heart.” he said, as their pinkies connected tightly.
As they continued along their walk, conversation came easily. The pair were still strangers by most accounts and each of them hated it. Y/N wanted to know everything there was to know about Robert Rosenthal and she had made it her plan to figure it out. Stopping outside the nurses station, Rosie removed his hat and began anxiously squeezing it in his hands.
“Be safe up there, fly boy.” Y/N teased, attempting to keep the mood as lightened as she could.
“As long as you do the same down here.” Y/N nodded.
“This mission will be my 20th. I’ve got a two day pass calling my name once my feet hit the ground. Let me treat you to a real introduction and dinner.” Rosie spoke quickly, nerves taking over the brunette.
“I would love that, Mr. Rosenthal.” rising on her tiptoes to plant a quick kiss against his cheek. “You know where I'll be when you get back.” With that, Y/N took a step back and hurried inside to her awaiting duties.
There wasn’t any other time that Y/N had remembered the clock dragging by so slowly. The seconds ticking by was beginning to drive her up the wall and she had to busy herself with random duties. It was while she was restocking the gauze that she heard the all too familiar rumble of the engines overhead. She couldn’t make it to the window to count the returning planes but she hoped, with all her being, every single one of them returned. Hazel’s blonde curls popped around the closet corner, an all too familiar sign that the once quiet med bay was about to pure, unadulterated chaos.
“We’ve got boys already headed our way.” Hazel spoke softly, as if she tried to lessen the blow.
“How bad?” Y/N asked but was only met with a small head shake from the blonde - it was never a good sign.
When Y/N finally saw Robert Rosenthal, he appeared in the med bay doors adorning some cuts and scrapes across his face.
“I told you I would make it back, pretty lady. My leave starts at 0700 sharp. Let’s go to London.”
It was pure luck that her days off coincided with Rosie’s rendezvous and that Helen and Violet were great at covering for their friend. The train ride was where Y/N finally got to the bottom of who Robert Rosenthal truly was. Shortly after taking their seats, Y/N couldn’t help but start to prod.
“Alright, tell me everything Mr. Rosenthal. Give me all the dirty details.”, her cheeks flushed bright red ,”uh- not like that i mean tell me - uh - tell me something no one else knows about you or something.” She could have thrown herself off of the moving train at that point but Rosie just flashed her a smile and started speaking.
“Robert Rosenthal, from Brooklyn, New York. I was working in law before all this mess. I loved it. Graduated top of my class actually. But after Pearl Harbor, I couldn’t keep sitting on my ass while my country needed me so - I enlisted.”
“No secret wife or kids back at home?” Y/N poked.
“No ma’am. It’s just me. And - uh - as far as something no one on this side of the world knows about me - I was the captain for my college’s baseball team. I was trying to be the next DiMaggio.” a small chuckle escaping him as he finished his sentence. “Now what about you?” he asked, softly bumping his shoulder up against the girls.
“Nothing too crazy for me. I always loved helping folks, I was told my whole life I was meant to be a nurse. Once we started fighting this fight I knew I had to volunteer - sorta like you I guess. I’m not dropping bombs or toting a gun but knowing I patch you all up before you get back in the saddle is enough for me.” she sighed, turning up to glance at Rosie.
“And no secret husband out at war or kids back at home?” Rosie mimicked her early question. Y/N snorted, shaking her head. “God no, Robert. Where I’m from I don’t turn heads.” He took a moment to look at her, maintaining eye contact before he took his large hand and grasped over hers before pulling them on to his lap.
“Well Y/N Y/L/N you turned mine - and maybe after we get all this nonsense settled with the bad guys, I can give you a tour of Brooklyn. I know just the place that I’d love to take you dancing.”
“I’m most certainly holding you to it but for now, let’s explore London.” raising her free hand to the platform approaching quickly.
“Yes ma’am. How would you feel about a picnic?”
“That sounds absolutely lovely.”
Rosie stood up as soon as the train hissed to a stop, busying himself with gathering the overnight bags each of them had packed. He stubbornly insisted on carrying both to the hotel around the corner. Y/N knew they would have to enter as colleagues and nothing more, separating as they went to their respective rooms to drop off their bags before meeting again in the hallway.
“Let’s go find sandwiches.” he spoke quietly and Y/N nodded, falling in line behind him as they walked past the lobby and out to the streets. For the first time Y/N really took in the size of the city around her and she couldn’t even help that her jaw was almost to the floor. The Germans had done their share of damage but it didn’t lessen the experience for her at all.
“What is it, Y/N?” Rosie questioned, taking a step towards her.
“I’ve never seen a city like this before. This is just - wow.” Rosie broke out into an ear-to-ear grin. “It is awesome but wait until I take you to Brooklyn. We’ll catch the train to New York City and I’ll make sure you take the ferry to see the Statue of Liberty.”
“You promise?” Y/N broke from her trance to look up as Rosie smiled and turned to her fully, sticking out her left hand.
“I pinky promise.” he said, watching as Y/N connected their hands tightly. “You better believe it. I haven’t broken a promise yet.”
AUTHORS NOTE - hi friends, i hope everyone enjoyed this little part two to spilled drinks. there may be a part 3 to this little series if it’s wanted. please feel free to give me feedback or more requests as my inbox as open. i’m still new to this so i appreciate anything :)
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I abso-fuckin-lutely loved In the Middle! Like, it was chefs kiss.
I would like to request somethin similar to that if you don't mind. It's like a Leon x Ada x fem! reader. I know I'm a genius, right?
Also, I frickin love you're work like it's more than chefs kiss, it's total perfection😍😍😍
Fine Line
~Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader x Ada Wong~
Word count: 6239
Content warnings: fluff, angst, smut, sexual content, MFF threesome, established relationship, they're both with reader but not each other, confessions of feelings, kissing, sub reader, dom leon, dom ada, breeding kink, mommy kink, mentions of impregnating reader, minor arguing, p in v sex, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, strap on, pussy eating, oral (f recieving), squirting for first time, praising
Thanks for your patience anon <3
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It’s already three am when you’re finally returning home from a work trip. It was only supposed to last a weekend, but due to your boss’s fuck up, it lasted over two god forsaken weeks.
You figure everyone will be asleep considering it’s so late, so you quietly let yourself in the back door and lock up behind you.
You’re silently unlacing your boots when you hear voices coming from the kitchen. Your hands instantly freeze up as you try to hear who is up at this hour.
You’re too far away to make out anything, so you finish unlacing your boots, quietly setting them down and tiptoeing towards the kitchen.
You sit quietly in the dark dining room. You’re barely breathing in your attempt to remain hidden. You don’t know why you have the urge to eavesdrop, but here you are being suspicious as hell.
You hear a loud sigh. “How long have you felt this way?” You recognize Leon’s voice immediately.
You can tell already this is a heavy conversation. Usually the house was filled with laughter and teasing and happiness, but tonight it was darker.
“Since the day I met her, probably.”
So it’s Ada and Leon talking. Your two roommates and best friends.
Leon huffs out a laugh and you’re not sure what to make of their tone. Who are they talking about? How are they feeling? What’s going on?
“How’d we manage to both catch feelings for our roommate? What’s wrong with us?”
Your heart drops and feels like it might fall out of your ass. They’re talking about you? They have feelings for you? Both of them?
Feelings of guilt start to creep in without permission. Are you going to come between their friendship? What if they ask you to choose? Please don’t make you choose, please.
You’d never forgive yourself. You could turn around now and pretend you never heard anything. Maybe they’d drop it and never bring the subject up to you. All three of you could repress your feelings in peace.
You know it’d be fucking painful, but it could be worth it to preserve the friendships you’ve fought to maintain over the years.
“I don’t know. I think it’s just her.”
“What, how she’s absolutely perfect in every sense of the word? She doesn’t even have to try to get me wrapped around her finger. She says jump, I say how high. Makes me feel like a fucking schoolboy.”
Ada laughs at Leon’s explanation and you can’t hold back your smile.
“That about sums it up.” Ada agrees with him.
They think you’re perfect? No one knows you better than they do and they still believe that load of shit? Maybe they really are in over their heads. Leon, you can see being a hopelessly devoted lover. But you never thought you’d see the day Ada was in just as deep. And all for the same girl who’s never viewed herself as anything more than mediocre at best? It’s a hard thought to process, that’s for sure.
“Did you ever plan on telling her? I’ve wanted to so many times, but I’ve always chickened out.”
“Oh Leon. It’s more complicated than boy meets girl and pursues her. That’s a given basically; it’s what’s expected. But I’m a woman who doesn’t even know if she’s into women.” Ada takes a long swig of her drink and lets out a heavy sigh.
Leon hums as he ponders Ada’s words.
Ada’s been pining over you even though there’s a chance you might be straight? She still admired you so much to catch feelings regardless.
It just adds to that gross guilty feeling growing inside of you.
You’d never intentionally been evasive about expressing your sexuality. You’ve always thought your sexuality and gender expression was just fluid, not wanting to put yourself into a box. Labels made things official and you’ve always been noncommittal. And somehow that has leaked over into how you identify as well.
What do these idiots see in you?
“Maybe she’s not into men and I’m shit out of luck. If she isn’t open about it, maybe it’s because she doesn’t identify with the norm?” Leon’s voice is shaky, almost as if he’s nervous. Is he nervous? God, you wish you could comfort him and tell him everything is your fault and not his. He always blames himself, always.
They sit in silence for a minute. It’s not an awkward silence. They’re expressing their feelings and helping each other process, so it’s a respectful silence as they try to correlate together the best words.
Leon speaks up again, “I don’t want to come between you two. You should pursue her and I’ll back off.”
“Don’t do that to yourself, Leon. Don’t sell yourself short like that.”
“What are the chances she’s into both of us?” Leon speaks before he thinks, “I mean, obviously everyone would have to agree to that and I’m just spitballing ideas here-“
Ada cuts him off, “Maybe she could be. It’s not like she’s expressed her desire for a strictly monogamous relationship either.”
Leon’s voice is so quiet you barely hear it, “Do you love her?”
His voice is so vulnerable and it feels as if that alone has split your heart in half. Is he hurting over this? How long has he been hurting?
“I do.” Ada states without hesitation. She’s so sure of her feelings for you. A single tear streaks down your cheek as the emotional turmoil tears you apart inside.
“I think I do too.”
You have to cover your mouth with both hands to fight back any sounds. Your body aches with the need to sob, but you won’t allow yourself to. No, you have to be strong for both of them.
“What are the chances one of us gets our heart broken?” Leon’s voice is still so small.
“There’s always a chance. But if you love her as you say you do, you must believe the risk is worth it? For the chance that your love will be reciprocated?”
“Fuck. She could break my heart a thousand times and I’d probably ask her to do it again.”
They both burst out laughing at Leon’s confession.
“I mean, what do we do, Ada? Do we talk to her about this? Do we do it separately or together? How do we even go about it? When does someone even bring something like that up?”
You can’t take it anymore. You can’t stand the thought of your best friends hurting—your favorite people in the entire world. So you abandon your hiding spot and enter the dimly lit kitchen.
“How about now?”
Leon and Ada’s heads both whip in your direction as you nervously rub your sweaty palms on your pants in the doorway.
Once the shock wears off, Leon’s face lights up as he stands up from his stool. He takes long strides toward you before pulling you into a tight hug.
His lips place gentle kisses in your hair as he mumbles, “I missed you so damn much.”
All you can do is nod into his chest as you pull him to you even tighter. You grip each other like the other might disappear into thin air if your grasp waivers even the tiniest bit.
Leon’s smell and presence fully wraps around you and it’s the most comfortable you’ve felt in weeks. Has his embrace always felt like this? Has he always felt like home?
He pulls away just enough so that he can look down at you. “Did you hear all of that?”
Your cheeks flame with your embarrassment as you nod at him once again. His attention on you alone has stolen your ability to speak. As if his mere presence has you in a chokehold.
“And?” He asks, pleading with his eyes.
All you can do is stare up at him as you try to find any words at all. Your brain feels like mush as you meet his stare and feel Ada’s burning into you.
You close your eyes and inhale deeply, forcing yourself to get out what needs to be said. Your eyes open up and you speak quickly before you can talk yourself out of it.
“I feel like the luckiest girl in the world to have both of my favorite people ever love me as much as I love them.”
Your eyes leave Leon’s and connect with Ada’s, “Nothing else has ever made this much sense to me.”
You bring your eyes back to Leon. His jaw has dropped and his eyes wide. He looks at you like he can’t believe those words actually left your mouth. You can’t stop the smile that grows on your face at his reaction.
“So… Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna kiss me?”
Leon blinks once before he’s crashing his lips into yours. His hands are immediately cupping your jaw as his body pushes your back against the doorframe.
Your body instantly melts at the way he handles you. The way his hands hold you to him so firmly. His soft lips dominate yours like a starved man. His firm body perfectly fits against yours. His erection jerks to life against your belly.
You whimper as he nibbles on your lip impatiently. Your body instinctively arches into him as your head lols back, silently egging him on.
You force yourself to pull away from him, remembering the other person you desperately need as well.
“Ada,” you turn your head so your eyes lock on hers. “Please, I need you.”
Leon’s lips trail from your mouth, across your jaw, and down to your throat.
Ada stands from her stool and slowly makes her way over to you. She stops when she’s a mere inches away from you.
“I could never say no to you.”
“Promise?” Your prompting causes Ada to smirk before leaning forward and capturing your lips with hers.
Leon pulls himself away from you so that Ada can be fully engrossed with you. Her body is instantly pressed up against yours as her lips force yours apart. She ravishes them like she’s searching for something and you hope to god she finds it.
Neither of their kisses are gentle and it drives you crazy. Both of their lips have sent smoke signals straight to your pussy and it has you soaked within a few minutes. You want to be embarrassed, but you can’t bring yourself to feel that way. You can’t feel anything besides the throbbing in your chest, nipples, and pussy.
Ada pulls back and stands next to Leon a few feet away from you. They devour your body with their eyes as you lick your lips and allow yourself to eat them alive with your eyes as well.
It’s still hard to believe that was almost two years ago. Not many people understood what you were talking about when you mentioned your boyfriend and girlfriend. It bothered you for a long time but not so much anymore. Your happiness is just that, your own, so no one else’s opinion really matters.
You daydream of that night anytime you go away, whether it be for work or pleasure.
This time, you were scheduled to go on a work trip for three weeks and you dreaded being away from your partners for that long, but you were also excited for the project you were helping with. Both of them had offered to accompany you, but you wouldn’t allow it. You knew their jobs could require them in an instance at any given moment, so you knew that they really did need to be home and on call.
It was a long three weeks.
You had finally made it home again. You were exhausted from the flights and airport bullshit. All you wanted to do was crawl into any bed at all and pass out for three days.
But the second your cab driver is pulling up in front of your house, Leon is throwing open the front door and hurrying down to meet you.
You’re pulling your suitcases out of the trunk when he comes to a halt beside you. He gently grabs the bags from your hands, shaking his head in disapproval of you doing the heavy lifting yourself.
You thank the driver, giving him a large tip for leaving you alone the whole ride. You always hated cab drivers who tried to make small talk. Like just drive the car, step on it actually.
The second Leon passes through the threshold of the house, he’s tossing your bags to the side and pulling you into his chest. You allow yourself to fall into his embrace, too tired for much else.
“I’ve missed you so much.” He whispers into your ear, “Never torture me like this again. I’ll roll over and die next time I swear. I’m gonna have to put a ring on that finger and a baby in that belly so I can keep you safe in the house forever.”
You giggle into his chest and shake your head, “You’ve really gone crazy, huh?”
“Never been more clear headed in my life.”
“Sounds like something a crazy person would say.”
He cups your chin between his fingers, “The first thing you do when you finally get home is call me crazy? How dare you?” Then he’s pulling your lips into his with a searing kiss.
He’s the definition of a golden retriever boyfriend.
Always wants to be next to you when you’re around. Needs to protect you and cherish you. When you’re gone, he mopes around waiting for you to get back. When you’re both home, he can’t stay away for long. Always ending up searching you out and demanding your undivided attention. Surely if he had ears and a tail, they’d be perked up and wagging whenever you’re near him.
And you absolutely love it.
You pull your lips from his, smiling up at him. He smiles, or more like beams, right back at you.
A throat clears from the hallway. “How was your flight?”
Your heart rate immediately picks up at the sound of Ada’s voice.
Before you even realize it, you’re rushing over to her. You nearly trip over your own feet in your haste to get to her.
The second you’re within reach, you’re throwing your arms around her body and nuzzling your face into her neck. She chuckles and shakes her head at you in response, but doesn’t do anything to stop you. Oh no, she pulls you even tighter against her.
If Leon’s a puppy, Ada is a cat.
She’ll miss you while you’re gone, but never admit the words aloud. But her eyes and purrs say it all when you’re back in her arms. She won’t come barking at the door upon your arrival, but she will make her presence known. She’ll quietly demand attention, but she’ll still make you come and get her.
Both of their devotion runs just as deep, but they each express it in such different ways.
You hear Leon’s footsteps approach you from behind.
“You’re mine tonight, right? I won’t make it through the night without you.”
“Fat chance, Leon.” Ada states firmly.
“I’m not letting her go tonight. Cannot, will not.”
“No.”
“Yes!”
“I’m keeping her tonight.”
“Like fuck you are. I’m fucking taking her and I’m gonna fuck her so loud there won’t be anywhere in this house you could go where you won’t hear it.”
You cut into their little dispute, “This isn’t a fucking pissing contest. It’s not up to you two. I can decide where I want to stay tonight.”
“With me, obviously.” Leon says, crossing his arms with an attitude.
“Maybe I’ll just sleep alone in my room tonight.”
“NO!” They both shout at the same time. You try to fight back the smile creeping up your face, but fail miserably. You can’t help it, they really are your sweet little pets.
“Then we compromise.”
“How? What do you need?” Ada asks, cupping your cheek and making you look her right in the eyes.
“You’ll both just refuse my idea anyways.”
“Try me.” Leon says. He’s brought himself much closer to you than he was previously. His words are spoken right into your ear and you can’t help the chills that sneak up your spine.
“Can you both stay with me tonight? I missed you both so much. I’ll lay in the middle. You guys won’t have to touch or anything. I just want you both right now. I know we usually keep things separate, but maybe just this one time? For me? Then we can go back to how things usually are.” Your voice is pleading, but you don’t really care. You are pleading with them.
Silence follows for what feels like minutes, but in reality is probably just a few seconds.
“Anything for you. I need to be with you so much too.” Leon is the first to speak. He tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear and you almost lean into his hand.
You stare into Ada’s eyes again. You can tell she wants to refuse, but she also misses you so much. She might not say it aloud, but her whole body aches with the need to stay close to you. Is she willing to cross her boundaries just to stay with you tonight? Yes, absolutely yes.
“Okay.” She finally agrees and you pull her into a kiss. You could thank her, tell her how much you appreciate it, but you know she doesn’t care much for words. She’d rather you kiss her and show her how you feel.
You pull back and look between the two. “Alright. Okay. Right. I’m beat, you guys ready to come to bed with me?”
They agree easily and it’s not long before everyone is changed into their comfy clothes and tucked underneath the covers.
You lay in the middle of the bed, Ada on your left and Leon on your right. You lay facing Ada, your arm and leg thrown over her while Leon spoons you from behind. They make sure neither of them is crossing over the other, only touching you.
Of course you’ve laid between them before, but never for the whole night. Once it’s time for bed, you usually go to sleep with one of them for one on one time. It’s always been the best way to maneuver the relationship and everyone is usually happy with that arrangement.
Tonight is a bit weird, but you’re happy to be with both of them. You’ve always liked the idea of something like this, but they’ve always wanted their alone time at night. It’s not like that’s the only time you can be alone with one of them. You’re alone with each of them often, but they’ll never have enough. Neither will you honestly.
Leon shifts his body slightly and you suddenly feel his full erection pressed against your ass.
“Leon,” you scold him, but he just chuckles.
“I’m sorry. I can’t help it. I’m not the only one who missed you, you know?”
“I know, I can feel it.”
He laughs again before the room falls back into comfortable silence.
But of course it’s not long before Leon is grinding his dick into you slowly. He’s trying to be discreet, but it’s obvious to everyone in the bed what he’s doing.
“Leon.”
This time it’s Ada who speaks up and scolds him. Her voice is stern and even has you going completely still.
“Oh please, Ada. You really gonna act like you’re not as desperate for her as I am? As if.”
“I’m not the one acting like a dog in heat right now.”
“First of all-“
You cut Leon off, “Guys seriously? That’s enough. There are three sexually frustrated people in one bed right now and I don’t think the best solution is tearing each other's heads off. Knock it off.”
Leon grinds his dick into you even harder.
“So you admit it too? You need this just as much as me. Come on baby, let me fix all of your problems. Let me fuck you to sleep.”
“For fucks sake.” Ada huffs out.
“Ada,” you whisper to her shyly. She turns her head towards you, your faces a mere inches apart. “I want you both so bad. I’ve been trying to sleep and just ignore it, but he’s teasing me and I can’t take it anymore.”
She whispers back, “Do you want me to go?”
“No, fuck no. I want you to stay. I want you both to stay. I’m desperate for you and him.”
Leon speaks up, “We can make it work. Take turns, whatever you’re comfortable with. I’ll stay out of your way when you need me to and you’ll stay out of mine. It’s been a long three weeks. Whatever the princess wants, she should get. Don’t you agree?”
Leon’s hand grips your hip, pulling your ass back against his dick. You both make pathetic noises at such deep contact.
“Is that what you want? Both of us to share you right now?” Ada asks, her hand reaching out and cupping your cheek.
“Yes. I need it.”
That’s all it takes for Ada to press her lips into yours and slide her tongue along the seam of your mouth, asking for entrance. You oblige gladly and slip your tongue against hers, whining into the kiss as Leon continues to grind into you.
You reach back in an attempt to touch Leon, but he swats your hand away.
“Tonight is all about you, baby doll. Just focus on feeling good, we’ll take care of you.”
You whimper into Ada’s mouth at Leon’s words. You never considered yourself to be a strictly submissive person before the two of them, but now it’s undeniable—inevitable. You can’t manage to keep yourself from following their every command. You’ll fall to your knees for them before either even has to ask.
Giving yourself over to them is easy. It’s what they’ll put your body through, the limits both of them are obsessed with pushing, that’s… not so easy.
Every thrust of Leon’s hips against your ass pushes your pussy into Ada. Your body feels like it’s being teased from both sides and it’s driving you crazy. This little bit of friction already isn’t enough. You need more. More what? You’re not sure, but given the circumstances, you’re not at all feeling picky.
Leon’s mouth is directly against your ear. “You want me to fuck you just like this? Wanna scream into your girlfriend's mouth while I pound you with my cock?”
You arch your back, pushing your ass firmly into his cock. “Please. Want it so bad.”
You’re already soaked. It’s been a long, miserable three weeks without being touched. Sure, you’d touch yourself when you needed it, but you won’t even attempt to convince yourself it’s at all the same thing. Nothing compares to their hands on you.
You’re so desperate, so lost in the attention you’re receiving that you don’t realize how you’ve been sucking on Ada’s tongue consistently until she laughs.
Your eyes widen as a blush grows across your face. You try to pull your head back, but Ada is quick to pull your mouth back to hers. She kisses you deeply before her lips start to trail across your jaw, slowly approaching your neck.
Leon’s thumbs slip underneath the waistband of your pants. Your position is too awkward for you to lift your hips to help him. But Ada picks up on what he wants and helps lift your hips as he frees you of your pants and panties, all in one quick swipe.
His fingers are instantly circling your clit and slipping between your folds.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for us.” He groans into your hair. “Ada, feel how wet our sweet girl is.”
Ada doesn’t hesitate as her fingers toy with you right alongside Leon’s. She bites into your shoulder at the feeling of your arousal coating her fingers, a quiet moan escaping her lips.
Leon grabs your leg and drapes it over Ada’s hips, opening up and exposing your cunt for him. Ada is quick to grip your hip and hold you in place for him.
Your clit is firmly pressed against her leg. The position is emphasizing the throbbing of your needy pussy and it has you whining out your wordless pleas.
Ada and Leon are both very familiar with your noises. They know what you’re asking for without you having to speak it out loud.
“You want me to fuck you now? So impatient. Do you need it that bad? Need me to split you in half?”
You nod frantically, the seductive tone of his voice driving you mad. Neither one of them moves or makes an attempt to pleasure you.
“Yes. I want you to fuck me.” You finally find the words, them coming out more abrasive than intended. But they don’t mind, oh no, Ada smirks as Leon chuckles at your neediness.
“You heard her,” Ada finally speaks. She pulls her mouth away from your skin so she can get a good look at your face as Leon positions his cock at your entrance.
You’re desperately clinging to Ada, bracing yourself in anticipation of his thrusts. It’s been so long, you’re all in dire need of each other. You know he’s not going to hold back; you know his pace will be brutal and punishing and holy shit do you need it so bad. So fucking bad.
Your eyes roll back into your head as he pushes his cock slowly into you until he’s completely bottomed out. His balls are rubbing against Ada’s leg, but she makes no protests. She’s too focused and absolutely enthralled with the look on your fucked out face.
Leon only holds still for a few moments before he does exactly what you expected him to. He’s pounding your pussy like he’s trying to resuscitate you with his cock. Which is very contradicting to the way his thrusts are taking your breath away.
You stare into Ada’s dark lust blown eyes as you struggle to keep yours open. Your eyelids flutter with each shock of pleasure coursing through your body.
The harder Leon fucks you into Ada, the more friction you gain on your clit from her thigh. You’re already so close, feeling your pussy clenching around Leon’s fat cock.
“I can feel how close you are, baby. This tight little pussy is squeezing my cock so tight. You gonna milk me dry? Gonna let me fill this pussy with my come?”
With Leon’s words, Ada is instantly sliding her hand between your thighs and rubbing her fingers against your clit so fast you can barely stand the overwhelming feeling. It’s too much, way too fucking much, but it’s so fucking good. So good in fact-
“I’m coming! Oh fuck,” you whine out as pathetic moans pour from your mouth nonstop. Your nails are digging into Ada’s shoulders and you can’t stop it. You need something to hold onto as you shake and fall apart between them.
Leon pulls out of you as Ada lays you on your back. You’re panting, head foggy from your orgasm.
Leon climbs back on top of you and thrusts is cock into your sloppy and sticky pussy.
Your fingers cling to the sheets beneath you as your eyes search for Ada. You notice her back to you as she heads for the door.
“W-where are you going?” you squeak out, body overstimulated as Leon continues shoving his cock deep into your pussy.
“Be right back,” Ada turns and looks at you, seeing the unsure look on your face. “I promise.” You nod at her and she exits the room.
You look up at Leon, finally looking at his face for the first time since he’s been inside you.
“Hi,” he smiles at you.
“Hi.”
And he finally kisses you, way too softly compared to his aggressive thrusts. You wrap your arms around him, gripping him tightly.
You get lost in the kiss, blissfully unaware of how much time has passed. Maybe 10 seconds, maybe 3 hours. All you know is you’ll never get enough of this. You could literally climb inside his body and live there and it still wouldn’t be enough.
“I’m gonna cream this pussy. Gonna stuff you full with my come. You’re gonna feel it as your girlfriend fucks you, knowing you belong to both of us. Got us both fucking pussy whipped. God, I could stay inside you forever, fuck. I’m coming, holy shit, I’m coming.”
Leon lets out a loud whine as he comes hard. You feel his come filling you up, just the way you like it. His cock is kicking and throbbing inside of you and you feel it all. You feel it against every sensitive spot inside of you.
Leon finally pulls out of you and his come is instantly rushing out of you, pooling on the sheets beneath your ass cheeks.
“I knew you were gonna milk me dry. Now be a good girl for Ada and take everything she gives you, yeah?”
You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, before he lays down next to you. Behind him stands a naked Ada with a lubed up strap-on secured tightly to her hips.
You whine just looking at how big the toy is. It’s thicker and longer than Leon’s cock, which is already fucking huge. They’re trying to kill you and they’re going to succeed. They’re going to kill you.
“Come here, princess,” Leon pulls your back into his sweaty chest. He pulls your shirt over your head, exposing your braless chest for both of them to ogle at.
He slowly eases your legs open, wrapping them around his. Every private piece of you is all on display for Ada and she couldn’t look more hypnotized if she tried. She’s good at keeping a stone face as she dominates you, but you love when she can’t hold back her amazement with you. When it consumes her and there’s no hiding it.
She snaps back to reality and makes her way between your legs. Your hands shoot to Leon’s hips, bracing yourself again to be fucked raw.
“Tell her you want it, princess. Be a good girl and tell her exactly what you want.” Leon instructs you as Ada rubs the lube around on the toy.
“I… I want you to fuck me with your cock, mommy. I wanna be a good girl and come all over it for you. Can I please take mommy’s cock?” you plead and feel Leon’s cock go semi hard at your words.
“Fuck, you’re making me hard again. Look at what you do to us. You're goddamn perfect.”
You look up at Ada and she nods in agreement with Leon’s words before lining the toy up with your hole.
“Take a deep breath for me,” Ada instructs and you comply immediately. You suck in a large breath of air and hold it for a few seconds before releasing it. And as you breathe out, Ada shoves her cock all the way into you.
You scream out as your back arches into her body. Your hands leave Leon and immediately cling to Ada’s hips as she slowly, but deeply fucks you.
“Mommy, fuck. That feels so good. Oh god, I’m already close,” you whine out, holding back tears.
“Hold it. Don’t come until I tell you to.”
She knows what telling you to wait does to you. You fight it hard, not letting her words push you over the edge. You’ll be a good girl. You’ll let her fuck you until she’s satisfied and then she’ll let you come all over her. But fuck, it’s so hard. Your pussy is instinctively clenching around her, trying to keep her cock as deep inside of you as it can go.
You throw your head back and pathetically whine into Leon’s neck. He rubs soothing circles into your belly as Ada presses her forehead into yours. Your whole body is shaking with the need to come, threatening to combust and erase you from existence completely.
Ada picks up the pace slowly at first, easing you into it, but it doesn’t last long. She can’t hold herself back anymore and soon she’s fucking into you brutally.
You can’t hold back the noises constantly leaving your mouth. Between whining, moaning, panting, and incoherently babbling, you at some point start crying. Tears are streaming down your face as every muscle in your body trembles.
“Doing such a good job,” Leon praises you, lips against your hair.
“Mmm-mommy,” your voice is pleading.
“I think you deserve your reward. What do you think, Leon?” Ada questions.
He doesn’t respond with words, but rather brings his fingers to your swollen, dripping clit. He doesn’t have to move them. All he does is apply firm pressure and your clit throbbing against his fingers sends you over the edge.
You’re screaming and shaking and quivering and crying and you can’t stop. Your body has imploded into a supernova of pure pleasure. You never want to come down, but at the same time, the ecstasy is teetering on a fine line of pain and pleasure.
Ada’s thrusts finally stop and Leon takes his fingers off of you. Your vision is blurry and your body is numb.
It takes a few minutes for you to come back down to earth, but when you do, you realize Ada and Leon are just staring at you. Almost in awe–almost in complete wonder.
“Has she ever done that for you?” Leon asks Ada.
“Nope.”
“Me either.”
You cut in breathlessly, “What?”
Leon grips your chin and forces you to look between your legs at the absolute mess on your thighs and sheets. Even Ada and Leon’s thighs are soaked and it dawns on you what happened.
“Oh god,” you gasp in embarrassment. You try to shut your legs, but the two of them work together to keep them open.
“Are you embarrassed?” Leon teases and you refuse to look either of them in the eyes.
“You’re so perfect,” Ada praises as she massages your thighs, causing you to whine at the contact.
Squirting, something you believed you weren’t capable of doing, didn’t just happen in front of one of them, but both of them. You’ll never live this down.
“Fuck, I need you again. Get on your hands and knees for me.” Leon demands, but no one moves. You’re too embarrassed and Ada’s still too shocked to respond.
“Ada,” Leon gets her attention. “A little help here?”
She nods as she removes the toy from her hips, tossing it somewhere to the side. She gets out from between your legs and sits up against the headboard. She pulls and Leon pushes you towards her, positioning you with your face between her thighs and ass up in the air for Leon.
“You wanna eat mommy’s pussy while he breeds your pussy again, sweet girl?” Ada speaks and her filthy words have you whimpering. Ada doesn’t always participate in dirty talk, so when she does it’s a special occasion. You could never say no to her when she asks so nicely.
You nod frantically before bringing your face to her wet cunt. You gently stroke her with the tip of your tongue and she bites her lip, holding eye contact with you.
You continue to tease her, but your face falls fully against her as Leon presses into you again. Your thighs are already quivering and you have no idea how you’ll survive taking him again.
Ada runs her fingers through your hair, “Just focus on me, love. You’re doing so well.”
The praise has you sucking her harshly and squeezing your eyes tightly. You wanted to be used and fucked like this and you’ll be damned if you tap out now. You can take, you know you can, so you fucking will. Even if it does kill you.
But after a few minutes of Leon’s thrusts and the taste of Ada on your tongue, your brain turns to mush again. All you can do is lol your tongue out of your mouth as Ada grinds against it, chasing her long awaited high.
With the way Ada’s thighs tremble and Leon’s thrusts become sloppy, you know they’re both close and you’re desperate for them to come.
You somehow find the strength to suck on Ada again as she grinds into your face and clench around Leon at the same time. When they both cry out at the same time, you know you’ve done it.
Ada’s thighs squeeze around your head, holding you tightly in place as you feel Leon fill you with his come again. You’re exhausted and once Ada releases your head, you fall face first into the sheets.
Ada and Leon share a look, before Leon raises both his hands for a high five. Ada cocks her eyebrow before shaking her head, actually giving him high fives. Leon smiles like an idiot at successfully getting Ada to go along with his antics.
Leon pulls out of you and you immediately collapse, curling yourself into a fetal position on your side. Soft snores leave your lips and they both hold back their laughs.
“I guess I don’t mind sharing as much as I used to,” Leon whispers to Ada.
“Me too.”
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Americano PT. 3 | Jude Bellingham x Reader
What happens if two individuals who absolutely despise each other are forced to interact after unforeseen events occur?
A/N: almost posted this with a missing part 💀 anyways, enjoy! (Ramadan Mubarak to my practicing babes!)
W/C: 3.782
part two
"What are you doing here?"
"Why are you here?"
We both exclaim at the same time, his hand cradling his shocked face as I look at him with my own wide eyes.
I glance at my dad; he doesn't look all too happy. I avert my gaze to Jude's mom, gulping down whatever saliva I have left in my now-dry mouth.
I actually had quite a few nice interactions with her during matches. We'd always talk when we bumped into each other. I not-so-shockingly got along more with his mom than Jude himself.
But this...
This isn't a nice interaction whatsoever.
I don't know if I should laugh or cry.
"I am so sorry. As you might know, y/n is insanely clumsy." My dad begins, his hand on Jude's back. He manages to guide him further into his firm.
I'm left standing alone with Jude's mom as we stare at each other for a second. My body stiffening in fear of what she might say.
"I am so sorry-" I start rambling, feeling my palms become sweaty.
I was more sorry to her than her son, to be completely honest.
I watch her eyes warm up immediately, her hand reaching over to place her hand on my shoulder.
"I think he'll be alright. Are you? Looked painful there." She says, her eyes full of concern as she squeezes my shoulder.
"I'm fine, perfect." I blurt, neglecting the pain in my own ankle and look behind her.
I was so dead.
I try to not look too nosy when I sit at the secretary's desk outside of my dad's office. Peering inside sneakily through the huge glass panels. Watching Jude and his mom sit across from him, a couple documents placed on the table they're sitting at.
I do make eye contact with an injured-looking Jude. He looks pissed, nodding his head repeatedly to whatever my dad was saying while holding up a pink ice pack to his head.
A sight that could be seen as comical, if I ignored the fact that I was the one who had caused it.
Thankfully, both of our parents don't notice the death stare we're giving each other, totally immersed into- what I assume, important conversation.
Come to think of it, why were they even here today?
It could only be the stalker incident.
I'm brought out of my thoughts quickly by a hand knocking on my desk.
"Stop staring already."
Luckily, ‘my-ego-is-bigger-than-my-head' Jude had returned just in time before I started to genuinely feel bad.
I lean back in my chair, eyes skimming his face for any bruises or blood. Not noticing anything unusual yet.
"It hurt, didn't it?" I ask, wanting to laugh. The situation unfolded so ridiculously fast, it felt like a camera prank waiting to be revealed.
"You could've messed with my face!" He replies in a hushed voice, his Brummie accent thick as he leans over the desk.
"Should I hit the other side? Just to make it even.” I smile, standing up and going to stand in front of him. Ignoring the shooting pain in my ankle.
He looks at me in disbelief, cocking a brow at me.
"What are you even doing here? Got sued for being insufferable?"
"Very creative with your insults.." I mock, pointing towards my dad's office. Seeing his mom and my dad still talking to each other.
"That's my dad."
"That's your dad?" He repeats, brows furrowing. He points at me, a little too disrespectfully, a look of disbelief on his face.
"Yes, that is my dad." I roll my eyes in annoyance.
"That's why you look so close with Ancelotti?" He gasps. "That's how you got the job!" He assumes, an accusatory finger pointed at me as he steps closer to me.
"No, and that's actually none of your business." I state, leaning back so his hand doesn't touch me.
I got the job after I submitted an anonymous application a little after I had returned from London. It was only just to try out my luck, but I was surprised when I got an email back for an actual interview.
I understood the assumption totally, and I wouldn't say I knew exactly a hundred percent that they didn't know who I was.
Most I could go off of was that I never told my dad I applied for the job. Later also finding out that the Real Madrid executives don't really look at job applications. They had other people do that. So the nepotism possibility was very small.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, tilting my head.
His expression immediately drops, his gaze averting.
"None of your business." He repeats my answer, mocking my tone.
"Okay, I guess not." I sigh, throwing my hands up in defeat, hearing footsteps come our way.
"Have you guys made up? You and Jude must be closer than I thought." His mom says, smiling at me.
I force a smile, nodding at her. My expression changing immediately.
"Yes, we made up. Right Jude?" I look at him, putting on my sweetest face.
"Sure." He mutters, turning to my dad.
"I didn't know she was your daughter. How do you deal with her?"
I was about to rip the door off its hinges and slam the door into his face again.
"She's a handful, isn't she? Troublemaker since she was little." My dad says, and I look at him shocked, as if he'd just betrayed our entire lineage.
No, I was not!
I step in between them before my dad ruins my image even more. Looking at Jude's mom in particular.
"Should we have some coffee?"
"So, what brings you two here? Not something horrible, I hope.” I pry, setting down the plastic tray of cups on the table.
I glance at my dad for a moment, placing a cup of coffee in front of everyone before sitting next to him, across from Jude and his mom.
"We had an incident in our home. Police are still investigating, but we were advised by the club to contact your dad for any legal action." His mom explains.
I was right.
"Oh, that must’ve been terrifying. Are you both alright?"
"We weren't home, but it definitely shook us a bit."
I nod in acknowledgment, taking a sip of my coffee as I take her words in.
"I know my dad and his team of lawyers will be very helpful. Both criminal and corporate law, the best in the city." I brag, winking, putting a hand on my dad's shoulder.
"y/n.." my dad warns, bellow a whisper, giving me a side eye.
I hear his mom chuckling and avert my gaze to her with a raised brow.
"You know- you've got to take compliments, especially from your daughter." She smiles, bringing the cup up to her lips.
My eyes move over to Jude. He's slumping in his chair, looking insanely uninterested in the conversation. I think I even caught him grimacing when I spoke.
The conversation his mom and my dad have practically fades in the background for a second. My mind wandering to random thoughts as I look to the side.
I only redirect my attention when I hear my name, followed by Jude's.
"-to work together?" My dad says, and I look back at Jude. Motioning for him to answer whatever my dad had asked. He doesn't say a single word, prompting me to discreetly kick him underneath the table.
'What?' He mouths at me, then he looks at my dad.
"It's very fun to work with y/n. She's such an interesting character." He answers, bright smile on his lips.
How backhanded could a compliment be?
"Yeah, so fun. Jude's has his moments, but we get along so well." I bite back, my tone sweet as ever. Holding back a wince as I feel him step on my shoe underneath the table.
"Oh, that's great.." His mom trails off, her eyes flickering in between us.
"Jude and y/n will be seeing each other a lot. As she's traveling closely with the team this season." My dad says proudly, this time putting his hand on my shoulder.
"That's even better. You can improve your Spanish faster with her help, Jude." His mom adds, causing a forced smile to form on his face.
"Yeah, that's very nice." He comments, sitting up and straightening his posture.
Our very nice conversation finally ends. My father and I standing up to follow them out of the firm.
"Lovely having you, Mrs. Bellingham." I say, extending my hand.
"You too, y/n." She says smiling, giving me a firm hand.
I smile, letting go of her hand, watching our parents shake each other's hands. I then look away, standing awkwardly in front of Jude.
"See you tomorrow, Jude." I mumble; it pains me physically to be nice to him.
"See you." He says, already walking away. His back turned to me as he stands outside.
After many greetings, my dad finally closes the door behind them, slowly turning to me.
"Really? What kind of show were you putting on?" He begins, throwing his hands up.
"Dad! You have to check this door out. I tried to open it like three times, and the key barely turned!" I explain, speaking hurriedly.
"I swear, it wasn't on purpose. I didn't even know they were here!" I add, trying to defend myself further.
"Let's just go home..." He mutters walking back into his office, collecting his laptop bag and a couple documents.
I sigh, following behind him like a lost puppy. Slowly becoming more aware of the pain in my ankle.
"Where is everybody?"
"We finished this big case successfully, and I sent everyone home early. I had to stay back because of this appointment." He turns to me.
"Why are you here, though?"
"I wanted to visit and work on that essay."
"You're still not done with it?" He asks, locking his office door.
"No.." I reply guilty, fidgeting with the stack of bracelets on my wrist.
He sighs, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pushing me towards the entrance.
"I'll cook fresh tonight, and you'll work on that essay. What do you say?"
I crack a smile at his words, nodding.
"Deal! I would love some lasagna right now."
"I think- I'm going to faint."
I look up from my phone, frowning at Luis. The sun beaming down on our faces as we try to collect ourselves.
"No, you're not. You're going to show him how much of a professional you are with a camera." I say, patting his shoulder in reassurance.
We had received a very detailed email after agreeing to capture Apple CEO Tim Cook's visit to the club. This led us to stand in front of the training pitch, as we were instructed to film and take pictures of Cook interacting with the players.
Normally, we had timed posts that got posted automatically via an automated system.
This time, I had to live update the social media accounts of the club. Doing it all alone with Luis this time was a new experience.
We had only done it with approval for edits and drafts, and of course, goals that were scored or unexpected things that happened during matches.
"Take a deep breath and turn your camera on."
I say checking the time and posting another story on the club's Instagram before looking up.
We make sure to capture everything perfectly and move quickly to post the footage online.
After a few, excruciating fifteen minutes, we finally finish filming. Thinking Cook and President Pérez would just walk away, until they started approaching us. My own nerves building up as I glance at Luis who looks like he's about to actually lose it.
"Get your shit together, dude." I whisper, plastering a smile on my face as I finally shake Cook's hand. President Pérez also extending his hand as I shake it, a little more careful of my actions.
I wish I could just ask for a new MAC and a hundred million euros.
"Nice to meet you, sir. I'm y/n. Part of PR and marketing." I grip Cook's hand firmly, looking into his blue eyes through his black-rimmed glasses.
"Likewise." He responds, shaking Luis' hand as well.
"So, you two are the brains behind the genius team?" Cook asks, looking in between the two of us.
"Very flattering, but we have an amazing team beside us. We've been chosen today for our recent hard work. Though, I would say- Luis here is definitely one of the best, if not the best cameraman to work with." I say, trying to speak in the most polite way possible, smiling kindly.
I had never sucked up to someone this hard, but it had to be done.
I watch Cook's gaze move over to Luis, looking impressed.
"Well, I've seen what you've put out. My biggest reason to visit is definitely because of your team. As you have might have heard, I am very impressed by the amount of growth this football club has had on social media. I think you two definitely deserve to take some of that credit."
"Thank you, sir. We do appreciate that." Luis says, and I watch his facial expression intently.
He was really good at pretending to be okay.
"Right, then we will make our way back inside." President Pérez interrupts. We nod almost immediately, giving them a polite smile as they walk away.
We both watch them leave our proximity. Then look at each other with a blank stare before I witness Luis burst out in laughter.
"I've never heard you speak so sweetly."
"What should I have done. Call them 'dude!' or 'mate!'. Besides, I just gassed you up in front of the CEO of Apple. Thank me at least." I say, scoffing, checking the analytics of the posts before looking back up at the training pitch.
"Thank you. You're the best." He mutters, giving me a side hug.
"I know.." I say teasingly, shoving my phone in my pocket.
"Is it me, or did these guys just start training like their lives depended on it?" I laugh, seeing almost all of them fully drenched in sweat.
"Well, they had to impress the president as well."
I nod at Luis' answer, finally seeing Ancelotti dismiss the team. We watch them stop training, hearing some sighs of relief.
I hear someone call out to us, and we look around confused. Eventually, my eyes lock with Cama's.
"Yeah?" I shout back, watching him jog our way. Of course, the young French duo completes as Aurélien follows him.
« Comment c'était? » How was it?
Eduardo asks, a bright smile on his face as he still looks, very obviously tired.
« C'était bien, ce n'était pas très difficile. » It was good, not that hard.
I boast, seeing Luis look partially lost in the corner of my vision. I was sure he could make out some words, though.
« vraiment? » really?
Aurélien chimes in, having heard the first few sentences from afar.
"We were a little nervous, but I think we handled it nicely." I wink, jabbing Luis as if he could follow.
"What's with the French?" I hear, seeing the person I'd seen enough of this week already.
I watch Eduardo throw an arm around Jude's shoulder, bringing him into the circle.
"Just talking." He says, the atmosphere turning awkward for a moment.
My phone starts ringing right at that second. I quickly reach for my phone and read the caller ID.
'Hugo (PR)'
I show the phone to Luis for a moment, as he nods, giving me the go ahead.
I walk a couple meters away for privacy, then pick up the call. My walk a little off as my ankle still hurts. Only because of Thursday’s debacle. I don't even know why I didn't get it checked out yet.
The call lasts a couple of minutes, and I walk back to the group of guys. Looking at Luis in particular.
"Luis, we need to go meet Hugo. He wants a debrief on how everything went."
"We will see you guys during lunch." I say to the players, bending down to unzip the equipment bag, helping Luis pack the camera.
"Why do you walk so weird?" I suddenly hear Jude say, his voice filled with curiosity as I look up.
I sigh in annoyance, rolling my eyes, before standing up and handing Luis a battery he had to pack.
"Remember when I smacked the door into your face?" I say, hearing confused noises coming from the guys next to us. I ignore them, focused on rolling up a cable semi-aggressively while looking at Jude.
"You weren't the only one in pain, hurt my own ankle as well." I mutter, still pissed about the incident.
He doesn't respond, continuing to look at me blankly. Prompting me to ignore him further.
"You guys need any help?" I hear Aurélin say, and I shake my head.
"No, it's fine; we're used to it." I smile, muttering a quick 'bye' before Luis and I go inside, mentally preparing for the debrief.
"That was not the best I've seen." I whisper to Luis, as his face looked understandably grim.
"I don't even want to know what the mood in the changing room is like."
We were making our way to our cars in the parking lot after the disappointing 1-3 defeat against Atletico Madrid.
We were done with shooting content and decided to leave early. More people wandering around with cameras and all would probably be even more of a nuance to the players after a defeat like this.
"Just turn on a song. That is the only way we can forget about the pain." I half-joke as we unlock our respective cars. Both conveniently parked next to each other.
"What? Are you playing Future again?"
"Exactly."
Unlike the match on Sunday, the match against Las Palmas ended successfully with a 2-0 win for Real Madrid. The players finally made their way inside after a celebration with their proud fans, walking up the stairs through their stadium tunnel. Jude walking alongside his teammates into the changing room.
His eyes catch Luis interviewing his teammate and Man Of The Match, Joselu. He looks around for a second, not seeing the girl he'd grown accustomed to fighting with every time they interacted. Confused as to why she wasn't doing her usual post-match task.
Ignoring his brewing thoughts, he walks into the changing room. He hears his name being shouted halfway through taking his sweaty shirt off. Looking up to find Antonio looking at his arm.
"Your arm is bleeding, man. Get it treated at the nurse." Antonio suggests, patting his shoulder.
He nods, thanking the man. He puts his T-shirt on carefully, trying not to make contact with the wound. Dressed in a clean shirt, he steps out of the changing room. Walking through the hallways and knocking on the door of the medical room before opening it.
No medical personnel is in sight. Though, he does see someone curled up in a blanket on one of the treatment beds.
The person raises her head to check out who entered, a groan leaving her lips in dissatisfaction as she spots a confused Jude.
"Why are you here?" He asks, eyes roaming on her defeated figure.
"I'm dying, obviously." She mumbles, burying her head deeper into the pillow.
"Finally." He mutters, rolling his eyes and sighing.
"Fuck off.." She replies, pulling the blanket closer. Not in the mood to entertain him.
"Where is the nurse?" He asks, sitting across from her on the other treatment bed.
"Left to get me some ibuprofen." She replies, feeling more pain in her lower stomach. Unable to hold back a pained groan, she rests her head down again.
His eyes soften for a moment, but he tenses up when he hears the door open. A male nurse looks at him curiously as he walks into the room.
Still, the nurse prioritizes the sick y/n, helping her take the ibuprofen with a gentle hand on her back, accompanied by a glass of water.
Jude stares at the two, his eyes following the nurse’s movements like a hawk.
"Do you require treatment?" The nurse asks in Spanish, turning towards Jude when he sets the cup down.
He looks at the nurse like a deer in headlights, recognizing some words, but not enough to understand the entire sentence.
"He's asking if you need treatment." He hears y/n translate, her body slumped against the bed.
He nods immediately, showing off his arm. Dark red blood dribbling down to his elbow.
He watches the nurse’s eyes light up, getting the required equipment and bandaging his wound within a couple minutes.
"Gracias." He mutters, fidgeting with the bandage as the nurse cleans up the equipment.
He watches the nurse leave, his eyes darting back to y/n across from him.
Jude raises his eyebrows in interest as she turns around in the bed. Frown on her own face. The thin blanket not covering her body anymore.
An unusual concern for the girl starts brewing in his chest, he tries to shake it off. Look away, but he can't help but look again when he hears her shift again. Now, with her back turned towards him.
He stands up, walking towards her. His body moving on autopilot, his brain screaming at him for a clear reason why he should care about her or help her willingly.
Seeing her shiver slightly, Jude looks at the end of the bed, seeing the blanket jammed in between the mattress and bed frame. He glances at her one more time before grabbing the blanket, pulling it out from in between the bed and then quickly draping it over her body.
She doesn't react, drowsy enough to not notice. It making it the perfect moment for him to book it out of the room.
He almost has a heart attack when he crosses Luis, probably on his way to check up on his coworker in the medical room.
He sees Luis look at him for a second but avoids eye contact, continuing to just booking it into the changing room.
Why did he even do that?
His brain scrambles for a reason, all kinds of thoughts whirling in his mind, quickly chalking it up to having morals, the ones his parents taught him since he was a young boy.
You had to have morals, even when you mutually despised each other so much, right?
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Ellie is literally the most stunning girl you've ever known. She has beautiful green eyes, short and soft auburn hair, and smooth pale skin with freckles softly kissed on her face.
And of course she's your girlfriend.
However, for some reason Ellie doesn’t like being posted on social media. She’ll take pictures with you but won’t let you post them. You don’t really know why but you respect that until tonight…
Tonight Ellie was coming over and spending the night. You were super excited and so was she. As soon as you hear the door bell ring to ran to the door.
“ELLIE!!”
You swing the door open and embrace her. She hugs you back with a soft laugh. “Someone’s happy to see me hm?” You pull back slightly and give her a pout. “Hey! Are you not happy to see me?” You give her a little annoyed look. She lets out a soft laugh again but before you can say anything she cups your cheeks with her rough hands and places a soft kiss on your lips. “Of course I am baby?” This causes you to blush and hit her shoulder hard but not hard enough to hurt her. “Shut up!!”
She gives you that “Ellie” smirk and then walks inside. “Someone’s moody…” You shoot her a glare and roll your eyes. You know she’s just joking but sometimes she’s so insufferable.
That whole evening you guys laugh and tease each other. You play games and cook together just like everyone does at sleepovers.
You’re standing in the kitchen and you look out the window noticing how dark it is. “What time is it?”, you think to yourself. You look over at the digital clock on the counter and it reads 12:30am. “Hm it’s pretty late.” You think to yourself but just shrug it off. Then you feel a warm pair of hands slide around your waist. It was Ellie. She leans her head on your shoulder her breath on your neck. After a second of silence she spoke in a low tone, “Baby?”
You play with your pajama pants string not knowing where else to look. “Mhm?” You add back. You can just feel her smirking. She knows what she’s doing. “Why don’t we go up to your room and watch a movie?” She says moving her hands up and down your waist. You nod. “Okay.” You reply pulling her hands off your waist as you make your way up stairs. Ellie has small look of shock and a pout from you removing her hands. She just shakes it off and follows you.
In your room you close the door and toss Ellie the remote. “Pick something.” You tell her as she’s already made herself comfortable on your bed. She’s wearing a tank top, sweatpants that are too loose showing the hem of her boxers. “Why do I always have to pick?” She says pouting a little as she’s under the blankets. “Because you just do!” You giggle and she rolls her eyes. Ellie reluctantly picks up the remote and chooses something. She puts on Jurassic Park. “Ellie. We talked about this. No more Jurassic Park!” You scold her rolling your eyes.
Ellie raises her hands up defensively. “It’s not my fault it’s the best movie literally ever made!” You just roll your eyes and start to play with your fingers. Suddenly you feel a soft and fuzzy bear stuffy hit you in the face. You watch the bear fall and look up. “Seriously?” You stare at Ellie in disbelief. She smirks and shrugs. “Come lay down.” You sigh and crawl into bed with her.
“You’re so annoying sometimes.” You say staring at her. She pull in closer by your hips. “But you love me.” That you couldn’t deny. Then she laid her head on the pillow, still having her grasp on your hips, and just stares at you. You blink at her. “What?” You ask a little skeptical of what she’s doing. She doesn’t respond. All she does is smile. Before you go to ask again, Ellie leans in kissing you softly. She had a way of making you swoon. You melt into the kiss. Every time Ellie did something you knew it was full of love.
You feel her smirking against your lips and you pull back. “Am I still annoying?” She asked in a teasing tone. You nod “Mhm very much.” She pushes you slightly and you both giggle.
You guys both decide on some movie but neither of you guys are paying attention. You guys talk and laugh the whole movie. After a while you both start to get tired. Ellie is resting her head on your chest, arms wrapped around you, she’s practically laying on top of you. She mumbles quietly, “I love you baby.” This causes a smile to plaster on your face. “I love you too.” You reply in a hushed voice.
After a while you notice Ellie go silent, and her breathing get silent. She was definitely asleep. You were a bit tired but wanted to do something else. So you decide to go on your phone until you become tired. That’s when you got the idea. You opened TikTok and came across a video of a couple with the audio “Never lose me” by Flo Milli. You knew what you were going to do. Obviously you were gonna draft it because you love and respect Ellie but you still felt a little sneaky while doing so. You click on the audio and start recording. You lip sync the first part and show Ellie sleeping on your chest.
You messed up so you did a retake lip syncing and then showing your loving girlfriend sleeping on your chest again. However, without you noticing Ellie slowly opens her eyes and sees what your doing. Half asleep she tries to grab your phone and ends up pulling it down. You freeze. You fucked up and you were scared.
Groggily Ellie looks up at you. “What are you doing?” You just blink at her. “Making a TikTok…” You didn’t lie to your girlfriend because she had already caught you. “Baby, I told you not to do that.” She has her eyes closed obviously annoyed. “I know I know, I’m sorry. I was just gonna draft it though!” You explain to her. She nods and pulls her self up on top of you cupping one of your cheeks with her hand. She sets a soft kiss on your lips. “It’s fine just don’t do it again.” She then goes back to laying on your chest. You shut off your phone and set it next to the bed.
You were surprised. Usually Ellie would get really mad. Maybe she was just tired? Then your head a groan from Ellie. “Are you gonna cuddle or what?” She’s annoyed from the loss of contact. You manage to let out a giggle and cuddle her stroking her hair as you both fall asleep.
The next day it was around 11am. You and Ellie were already up and ready making pancakes. “Baby, no you have to mix it more.” You stare at Ellie holding up a bowl of batter. She sighs and then mixes it more.
When you guys are finished making pancakes you put them on plates and add your toppings. Ellie sits down waiting for you. “Hurry up!” She says hangry. “Sorry let me go get my phone. I think I left it in the room.” You say making your way upstairs.
When you go upstairs you see your phone and pick it up. When you turn it on your notice what looks like a billion notifications from…TikTok?
You open the app and see that the video you took of Ellie last night…
ACCIDENTALLY GOT POSTED?
Not only was it just posted, it basically went viral! It had about 2 million views and had almost 1m likes! This was bad, really bad. You slowly make your way back down stairs clutching your phone.
You notice Ellie already done with her pancakes. “Sorry you took too long.” She shrugs at you. Well on the bright side, at least she wouldn’t be hangry when you told her? You slowly sat beside her. “Baby…” you start slowly and cautiously. Ellie, not reading the room is smiling. “Hm? What?” You look down. “I need to tell you something, but don’t be mad!” This is when Ellie realizes something’s up. She cups your cheeks making you look at her. “I won’t. What’s wrong?” You look at her full of guilt. “You know that TikTok I recorded last night?” She nods, “Yeah? What about it?” You take a deep breath. “I think when you moved my hand, it slipped and the video…accidentally posted.” She looks at you full of shock. “Are you serious? This is why I told you not to do stuff like this!”
You look down full of regret. “I know…” Ellie just sighs. “Whatever. Can you just delete it?” You blink. “That’s the thing. It kinda went viral?” She stares at you in pure disbelief and gives you a “you’re joking” face. You hand her your phone and let her look. She watches the video carefully and then reads the comments.
You look over at her face and try to read her emotions. Suddenly you see her eyes brows slightly raise and she smiles. “Who is that girl on your chest. Ngl she’s super cute?” She reads out the comment and puts the phone in your face. “They think I’m attractive?” She’s acting like a kid on Christmas who just got a new toy. You just laugh. “Well obviously!” The whole day she was looking through the comment and then she gets to one and just glares at the phone reading it, “That girl recording is so fine. It’s not a want it’s a need- Hey!? Who wrote this!!” She says and shoves the phone in your face again. You just laugh at how cute she is. “I don’t know baby?” She glares annoyed and latches onto you on the couch. Surprised you let out a little yelp. “Ah! Ellie hey!?” She looks up at you. “You’re mine!” She plasters kisses all over your face.
This is definitely not what you expected.
Okay that’s it! Let me know if you enjoyed it or it I should change anything? Please leave request!!
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My Lady Strong (II)
Aemond had always been protective of his neice, obssessed even, insiting on keeping her sheltered, and purley his, he never let her stray far and following the incident at Driftmark, Aemma was rarley without Aemond as her shadow. How will the kind, sheltered girl fair in the dance of dragons?
word count: 1,911
CW: violence
Fem!oc x Aemond Targeryen ( can be read as x reader)
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A/N thank you soo much for all the likes on the last post, I hope you all enjoy this one!
laughter filled the Godswood as Aemond chased after Aemma, circling the weirwood tree.
Their friendship was admired around the keep, the girl adored by all. Somehow keeping her sweet nature following her brother’s ‘prank’, though she had become timid, often hiding behind Aemond, and never letting go of his hand.
Aemond adored this, he wanted her to be utterly dependent on him, and she was. She listened to what Aemond said, often refused to do something if Aemond did want her to or was unable to come.
It was why her mother considered a match between them following the birth of her newest brother, Joffrey. Aemond had already demanded he one day become her sworn sword once he had completed his training, and she doubted he would accept Aemma’s marriage to anyone but himself.
“Aemma!” he ran up to her, picking her up and spinning around before they fell to the ground in a fit of giggles.
He sighed, turning to his side “My father wishes for me to start attending dragon lessons”.
“Then I shall come also” Aemma declared, grabbing his hand, “then once we have learned we shall claim a dragon together!”
“But Aegon and your brothers will be there” Aemond spoke, trying to deter her.
“so, you don’t want me to come?” she pouted
“of course, but… they’ll be there… and they are nothing but cruel” he insisted “ I do not want them to torment both you and me over having no dragon”.
“But we are Targaryens, so what if we do not have a dragon… we are dragons!” she laughed, “please Aemond, I could not bear to part from you”.
“It will only be for a few hours”
“And what am I to do?” she got up “Wait and sew? No, I shall come!” she demanded
All Aemond could do is sigh in defeat. Though he really he wasn’t sad about it, it was not like he wanted to part from her either.
Her brothers hadn’t expected her to show up. Much to their disappointment, she had kept her distance from her brothers and Aegon for the past year. Truth be told they did not expect the prank to become what it was, to make Aemma cling to Aemond more and more.
At dinners, she sat between their mother and father, eating as fast as possible, and on the odd occasion their grandsire called for a family dinner she would place herself between Aemond and Helaena. not uttering a word to her brothers or Aegon, running away when they were near.
And yet today she showed up, hand in hand with Aemond.
When they had heard Aemond was to start attending lessons in the dragon pit, Aegon had come up with the idea, the prank. And Jace and Luke being the jealous brothers they were more than happy to pull it.
All three of the boys regretted their prank on her and had made efforts to reconcile, all failing, miserably. And this prank would become not just a prank on Aemond, but a prank on her also seeing as her Aemond were an extension of one another, much like a dragon and its rider. what one felt, the other did too. They could almost read each other’s minds, always knowing what the other was thinking or saying.
“Aemond, we have a surprise for you.” Aegon announced, as Jace finished with Vermax.
“Do you have one for me too?” she asked, shyly.
Aegon’s eyes softened, it was the first time she had spoken to him in gods know how long and though he would not and admit it , Aegon had grown a soft spot for the brown-haired girl. “No Aemma, but I’m sure you and Aemond could share” the last part caused Luke to giggle before running of to fetch whatever the surprise was.
“What is it?” Aemond asked, grabbing Aemma’s hand tighter and pulling her into him as Aegon wrapped his arms around his shoulders.
“Something very special” he winked.
“you two are the only ones without a dragon”.
“indeed” Aemond nodded.
“And we felt bad about it, so… we found you one, Aemond” Aegon announced.
“Found one? Where?” Aemma asked, excited for Aemond, they had always agreed to share a dragon, should one manage to claim one.
“The gods provided” Aegon stated simply, before Jace and Luke came running forward, a rope in hand…. and a pig attached to it.
“Behold…the pink dread!” they announced, as Aemond and Aemma’s face fell.
"Be sure to mount her carefully, the first flights are always rough" they laughed.
Aemond ran off, Aemma was quick to follow.
“The prince Aemond and princess Aemma” a kings guard announced dragging them into queen Alicent chambers.
“Aemond, Aemma?” the queen questioned. “What did you do?”
“they did it again” Helena spoke.
“After how many times you've been warned, must I have you two confined to your chambers?
“They made me do it” Aemond insisted
“as if you needed the encouragement” Alicent shakes her head “Your obsession with those beasts goes beyond understanding.”
“they gave him a pig” Aemma shouted, seeing Aemonds frustration
“A what?”
“They said they found a dragon for me… But it was a pig.” he looked down “they said we could share it”.
“You will have a dragon one day., both off you” Alicent reassured.
“He'll have to close an eye.” Helaena whispered lowly.
“I know it”.
“They all laughed… they even made a tail and wings for it!”
Only Aegon received punishment from the prank, her brothers were let off her mother and grandsire deeming it childish fun and teasing, much to Aemma’s disappointment .
She returned to the cold shoulder, refusing to even acknowledge their presence, not that she did that much before.
The rift between the two families grew even further, rivalry between the mothers spreading towards the children. This time not for the throne, but for Aemma.
Aemond was always with her, the only time they did have with Aemond alone, was their swordsman lessons. Lessons which Aemond had begun to take his lessons with Ser Cole seriously, taking on the role of being Aemma’s defender and protector.
“Keep your feet light and your hands heavy.” Criston ordered.
Aemma stood above the training yard, watching beside her grandsire and the hand.
“This is the stuff, Lyonel…. Lads that learn together, train together... knock each other down, pick each other up. They will certainly form a lifelong bond, wouldn't you agree?” her grandsire spoke, a proud gleam in his voice.
“That is the hope, Your Grace.” Lynol strong agreed, “should the princess be witnessing this, your grace?” he questioned, looking towards her. She had brought a book to read Viserys, though she doubted she could sway his attention away from his sons and grandsons.
“I wish to watch Aemond, lord strong, he had wished to show me his progress” she announced, looking down proudly at Aemond as he swung his sword at the strawman.
“Ahh, let her stay, it is rare I get to see her without her shadow as is” Viserys laughed.
“of course, your grace”
“I've won my first bout, Ser Criston.” She heard Aegon gloat. “My opponent sues for mercy.”
“You'll have a new opponent then, my Lord of the Straw.” Cole spoke “Let's see if you can touch me… You and your brother” he nodded to Aemond.
“Weapons up, boys… Give your enemies no quarter” he spoke, focusing all his attentions on her uncles, as her brothers stood to the side, before greeting Ser Harwin.
“It seems the younger boys could do better with a bit of your attention, Ser Criston” Harwin spoke.
“You question my method of instruction, ser?”
“Oh, I merely suggest that method be applied to all your pupils.”
“Very well.” Ser Criston sneered “Jacaerys, come here…You spar with Aegon…Eldest son against eldest son”
Harwin scoffed “It's hardly a fair match.”
“I know you've never seen true battle, ser, but when steel is drawn, a fair match isn't something anyone should expect.” Cole snarked “Blades up… Engage.”
“grandsire” Aemma mumbled “it’s hardly fair”.
“oh, its just boys being boys Aemma” he dismissed, focusing on the yard once more.
She averted her eyes, focusing back on her book. Lynol strong too focused on her, his eyes watching her, assessing her. His gaze was soft, but he looked at he as if he knew something she didn’t.
“Lord Strong?” she spoke “would you like to read with me?” she asked, flinching at the sound of metal clashing.
“of course, princess” he nodded, a small smile on his lips.
“You dare put hands on me?” she hears Aegon scream, capturing her and Lynol attention.
“You forget yourself, Strong.” She hears Cole spit out “That is the Prince.
“This is what you teach, Cole? Cruelty... to the weaker opponent?” Harwin scoffed
“Your interest in the princeling's training is quite unusual, Commander” he snarked back, moving in closer saying something she could not hear. Though it must not of been pleasant judging by the punch Harwin landed on her face.
“Stop!” she screamed, flinching away and burying her face in her hands.
“Stop this!” her grandsire repeated, as guards dragged Harwin away from Coles laughing bloody face.
After that everything changed.
Her mother grew desperate, having ser Harwin sent to Harrenhal. He was close to their family and his departure seemed to deeply upset her mother and Jace. she was not too bothered, her mother’s attention now lied in the new babe, Joffrey, and council meetings. She was looking for more and more support, Harwin outburst, and marriage offers seemed to be the best way to secure them.
“I wish to speak. Be seated.” Her mother spoke up, as the small council meeting was pulled to a close “I have felt the... strife... between our families of late, my queen.” She spoke to Alicent “And for any offense given by mine, I apologize. But we are one house. And long before that, we were friends.” Alicent nodded. “My daughter Aemma will inherit Dragonstone after me, I propose a marriage between Aemma and your son, Aemond, the pair are already attached at the hip, let them be the glue that once binds our two families. Ally ourselves... once and for all, let them rule Dragonstone together”
“A most judicious proposition.” Viserys agreed, smiling.
“Additionally, if Syrax brings forth another clutch of eggs, both Aemond and Aemma will have their choice of them, uh... a symbol of our goodwill.”
Alicent nodded, considering. “Rhaenyra” she sighed, looking down. She wanted time to think.
“Oh, Seven Hells. Um...”
“My dear... a dragon's egg is a handsome gift.” Viserys spoke to Alicent.
“The King and I thank you for your offer and we will consider it duly.” She nodded, dismissingly “You must rest now, husband.”
“Yes.”
“The proposal is a good one, my queen. We're a family. Let us put aside these childish quarrels. Join hands and be stronger for it.” Viserys spoke, as they made the way to his chambers.
“yes, Aemond and Aemma shall be pleased” she nodded, “but she is desperate” she sneered “She feels the earth washing away beneath her feet and now she expects us to ignore her transgressions and for me to marry my son to her...” she hesitated, “only daughter”
“Alicent” he sighed, “we agree, on the betrothal?”
“yes” she sighed, keep her beloved daughter in her grasps and she shall have Rhaenyra eating out the palm of her hand.
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Helloo it’s 🧸 Anon, I really love the poly! Ghostface!! I would love to ask, do you watch hunger games by any chance? I’m really into hunger games right now and I don’t see any of male readers for it, so you could maybe do teen Coriolanus snow x male reader? Where Coriolanus and reader both mentors and dating, reader got jealous that Coriolanus and lucy gray are close too close to each other, reader distance himself from Coriolanus, and coriolanus got confused as to why reader is ignoring/distancing himself from coriolanus, Coriolanus ask why and tell the reader that he and her are nothing and its only so he can win and stuff. Only if you watch and want to write it of course, thank youu. It’s a angst fluff or add smut if you feel comfortable with it
I am so sorry! I didn’t post until this late at night after the day I said I would, I got caught up with not scheduling it to be released that day and then didn’t write it after going out with friends to watch the Super Bowl (all of that and the 49ers didn’t win.) I hope this is to your satisfaction I’m so sorry! There is only slight implication to smut.
Suspecting
Coriolanus Snow x Male reader
Short
!!VERY OOC LUCY GRAY!!
You woke up to the sound of someone moving in your cabin. You sat there controlling your breathing until they got close enough for you to gauge where they were. You got up with a start, quickly pinning down the culprit who broke in ready to fight for your life, surprised to see that it was none other than the man you had been trying to avoid this entire time. Coriolanus Snow.
All of this had started when you pretty much met Coriolanus, finding him incredibly attractive and charismatic it wasn’t hard to fall in love with him an and care for him. Sure it started off slow but you always knew you liked men so you had no sort of denial from it. It only started to get harder when he would care for Lucy while being close to you. You talked to some of your friends who knew you were gay about your fondness for him. They mentioned how you should either talk about it with him or talk to Lucy about it. You felt rather than talking to the man you decided to talk to Lucy.
The conversation went kind of weirdly she never once had ever been against someone being gay but this time was oddly different, she had never felt more rude towards you. Laughing at you when you had even tried to come to the notion that they weren’t dating. Instead of putting your head to rest she made it worse by saying things like “he only acts like that because you’re annoying” and “why would someone like him date someone like you?” You left her cabin even more worried than ever. You never got into your head about things like this but the change in Lucy Gray’s attitude really threw you off.
You started distancing yourself from him and her especially when you would notice when she would drape herself over him and catch your eye only to smirk at you. Every time Coriolanus would come up to you, you would distance yourself by giving short answers or giving an excuse to leave the conversation early. You did this for months on end, obviously he was starting to catch on and would try to corner you alone to get answers, getting frustrated every time. Thankfully you had your friends to thank whenever they would find you in the situation and get you out of it with god knows what.
You knew he was getting frustrated but you didn’t know what to do. Only moving further and further away from him, leaving every time he would enter the room or your vicinity. He almost caught you when you were out gathering supplies in the forest. After a while he started to leave you alone after so long, you finally thought you were in the clear until now. You had woken up to the sound of someone in your cabin. There was a rule, no one go into peoples cabins at lights out. People liked their alone time and their sleep, so hearing someone in your cabin at this time was automatically suspicious.
You controlled your breath to make it seem like you were still asleep, waiting for the culprit to be closer to you before getting shooting up and pinning them to the bed ready to call out for the others and to fight if you needed to. You were expecting to fight for your life but what you weren’t expecting was to see the very man that you had been avoiding the entire time. Coriolanus Snow in the flesh pinned under you, under normal fighting or sparring circumstances you would immediately get off of him but he wasn’t supposed to be in here. How did he get in here? Why was he in here? You immediately asked him these questions, not getting any answers you were starting to get a little aggravated. “Why are you in here?” You asked sternly.
What was very out of character for him, Coriolanus answered “I uh I, I wanted to talk to you about something…” he was so unsure about yourself it was weird. You asked him what he meant and that you still wanted to know how he got in, especially because he broke in to your cabin in the middle of the night. He didn’t answer only watching you, with labored breathing, and… blow pupils… oh. You thought totally understanding now. “You like being pinned and choked?” You asked, putting more pressure on him. The squirming and whine that escaped him answered everything you needed to know. Including the thrusting up to gain friction against you. You gave in to him putting away how much you would have to talk about with him in the morning. And more than anything the seedling of victory and ego you gained for ravishing him while Lucy Gray slept alone.
I don’t really like this one all that much so maybe later in the year all rewrite it when I’m focused and all that jazz.
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The Romance Section | Steve Harrington
Emerging from my hibernation to post this fever dream lol. Still on that Stranger Things high but I'll be getting back to some MCU stuff soon <3
Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader
Word Count: 4.6k
Synopsis: An unexpected friendship arises while working at Family Video and Robin is convinced that it could turn into something more.
Warnings: fluff, angst, friends to lovers, mutual pining
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In the 4 months since working at Family Video. Y/n L/n had never once worked a shift with Steve Harrington. Sure, they had run into each other a couple times, sharing a co-worker and best friend, Robin Buckley, but the two had never been alone together.
That was, until this Monday.
Monday’s were always slow which is why Y/n was looking forward to spending her whole shift gossiping and talking movies with Robin. But when she opened the door, the last person she expected to see was the former “king” of Hawkins High.
“Hey,” Steve said, awkwardly shifting his weight between his two feet.
“I-I thought Robin was working today,” was all she could muster to say.
“She’s sick, I’m just filling in.”
Nodding, Y/n warily made her way over to the front desk, putting her stuff behind the counter. What was she going to do for eight hours with Steve Harrington? From the little she knew about him, they were total opposites. He like sports, shitty blockbusters and went through women like they were nothing. There was nothing she could possibly think of that would make for interesting conversation with him.
Instead of attempting to make small talk about the weather and whatever new burger Benny decided to put on his menu, she opted for complete separation from him. After placing her bag on the ground, pulling out her water to keep on the small shelf below the register, she turned to face him.
“Keith hasn’t reorganized this place since we were sophomores so I’m gonna go do that,” she said, walking away from the counter, not waiting for a response.
“What about customers?” she heard him say from behind.
“It’s a Monday. I say we’re gonna have 5 customers for the entire day tops.”Turning into an isle, she opted to start with the arthouse films.
“Hmm I say seven.”
Peeking her head from around the corner, she looked at him confused. He leaned against the counter, a smirk on his face like he had just predicted the Y2K problem.
“Are you trying to challenge me?” she asked, unsure of what game he was playing.
Shrugging his shoulders, he emerged from behind the counter. “Maybe I am. What do you say? Five or less, you win. Seven or more, I do.”
“What about in between?”
“Let’s call it a draw.”
Rolling her eyes, she withdrew back into the arthouse section. “Whatever to get you to stop talking, Harrington.”
It was a good 30 minutes before they spoke again. Nobody came in, like expected, but she could hear him fidgeting with something on the other side of the room. She didn’t care, though, let him do what he wanted it wasn’t bothering her… until it was.
“Alright, what do you think?” he said, turning into the isle. He held up a drawing, not a particularly good one as Y/n couldn’t tell what it was supposed to be.
“Of the blob you drew?” she asked, putting another tape back on the shelf.
“It’s not a blob! It’s Mrs. Talc! The math teacher. You had her too right? We were in the same class?”
Y/n couldn’t contain her laughter. She brought a hand up to her mouth trying to hold back but it wasn’t working. “Yeah, we were but she didn’t look like that.”
Steve smiled, looking at his drawing and back at her. “I think it looks exactly like her.”
She kept laughing, Steve joining along as he moved next to her, picking up a film from her pile to organize. As the chuckles died down, she looked at him, smiling as he carefully placed the films back on the shelf. It was a moment before he realized her stare.
“What?” he asked, placing another tape on the shelf.
“N-nothing,” she said quickly, grabbing a tape herself. “I didn’t know you actually knew how to work here.”
“Hey, I can do my job!”’
“Yeah but you’re Steve. King Steve who if I remember correctly, was failing Mrs. Talc’s class.” That seemed to strike a chord with him. She watched as his small smile disappeared, leaving a solemn expression on his face. “S-sorry I didn’t mean-“
“-No it’s okay,” he interrupted her. “I was King Steve, or at least that’s what everyone labeled me as… You were right I was failing Talc, but I’m different now. Changed for the better -hopefully.”
He took the last film, placing it on the shelf before looking down at her. She didn’t know what to say after judging him so harshly. Before even getting the chance to apologize, the front bell rang, indicating a customer walking in.
Steve backed up, his gaze dropping to the floor. “I’ll go help them out,” he said, walking away without waiting for a response.
She felt like shit, bringing up high school drama that he clearly wanted to forget. He was right, about him changing. If this was still high school he wouldn’t even be speaking to her right now - she was surprised that he even remembered they shared a class.
As she turned the corner she watched as Steve intently recommended a movie to the customer. He put a smile on his face as he handed over the tape, patiently waiting as they viewed it. He was quite good at this job actually, she was never able to get someone to rent a tape as fast as he just did.
The customer left the store, some blockbuster movie shoved into a plastic bag and Y/n decided right then and there that she would make an effort to know the new Steve Harrington.
Walking up to the counter, she rested her arms on top. “Alright Harrington,” she started. “How about we make this bet more interesting?”
He was caught by surprise, not expecting to get another sentence out of his co-worker for the rest of the shift. “S-sure,” he mustered out, recovering quickly with a raised eyebrow. “What do you have in mind?”
“Loser buys the other lunch.”
He debated only for a moment before holding out his hand for her to shake. “Alright, L/n, you’ve got yourself a bet.”
With a smile she shook his hand before turning around to go start organizing another shelf. She couldn’t see from behind as she turned into the action movie section but Steve had a grin that reached from ear to ear.
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After that initial shift, the one where Steve ended up buying her lunch for the day, the two workers grew closer and closer. Y/n suddenly found herself having more one on one shifts with him, each which were filled with laughter and soon-to-be inside jokes.
Robin was especially grateful for their new friendship, finally having her two best friends get along was the best gift she could’ve asked for - and she made no effort to hide that fact.
“I just can’t believe that you and the dingus are getting along!” she said, watching Y/n stack another tape on the shelf. “I never thought I’d see the day.”
“Yeah, well you were right,” Y/n said. “He’s changed since high school. He’s actually a decent human being now.”
“I told you so!”
“Robin, I just said you were right,” she reminded her friend, making them both chuckle slightly.
Almost on cue, the doorbell rang and Steve Harrington walked through. Robin watched as her friend stood up straight, walking over to join her from behind the counter.
“Hey Steve,” Robin greeted him. “We were just talking about you.”
“What?” Y/n said quickly, seeing the confused look on his face turning to face him. “No we weren’t. What’s up? I thought it was your day off?”
“It is, I just grabbed the wrong tape when I left yesterday and Henderson is throwing a hissy fit. I’ll just go grab the right one… do you wanna help me?”
“S-sure!” Y/n exclaimed, walking out from around the counter to head over with him.
Robin watched the scene unfold in front of her with suspicion. She watched as Steve fumbled with the tape he was holding, walking closely next to his new friend. Y/n made no move to back away, smiling as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. It was like a scene straight out of a movie. Robin watched as Steve picked up the new tape, brushing over Y/n's hand softly in the process.
Backing away slightly, he raised a hand to her. “See you Buckley!”
“Bye Harrington!” she yelled as Y/n made her way back over to the counter with a smile she wasn’t trying to hide. “Alright,” Robin began to her. “When were you gonna tell me?”
Y/n looked at her confused. “Tell you what?”
“That you and Harrington are dating!”
“What!?” she exclaimed, taking a step back. “M-me and Steve? What- no- why- we’re not dating.”
“Well you coulda fooled me.”
“What do you mean?”
“Steve didn’t need help exchanging that tape. He works here he just wanted to be near you! And the way you too were smiling and blushing? I mean, you’re not dating, you guys have it bad for each other.”
“I do not like Steve like that, Robin!” Y/n persisted, crossing her arms.
“Whatever you say… Hey, you’re still going to Nancy’s party tomorrow right?”
“Yeah I’ll be there… I’m gonna go take my break.”
Waving bye, she headed into the back room, Robin’s comment still on her mind. Steve and her dating? That was ridiculous! She liked talking to him, having his company during work made the shifts feel like they were going by faster. And sure, she liked the way he chuckled at her jokes, like everything she said was clever.
But they were just friends.
Even if she did like him, Steve definitely did not think of her the same way. She needed to stop thinking about this. There was no good in dwelling over things that weren’t true.
🎬🎬🎬
The party at Nancy Wheeler’s was more packed than usual. Y/n didn’t know that she was friendly with this many people but nevertheless, the house was packed. She moved through the living room in an attempt to get to the kitchen when she heard her name being called out.
“Y/n!” she turned to see Robin, her arm strung over her girlfriend Vickie.
“Hey guys,” she returned. “Packed house huh?”
“Yeah I think the football team heard it was going on and crashed it,” Vickie commented, practically yelling over the voices around them.
Y/n nodded, searching for a clear path to the kitchen.
“Looking for someone?” Robin said with a smirk.
“No?” Y/n said, not knowing what she was talking about. “I’m trying to find the quickest way to get a beer.”
“Maybe he can help you.” Robin motioned behind her to someone.
Turning, Y/n was caught by surprise. Steve Harrington was in the living room, look around like he didn’t know what to do. She turned back to Robin and Vickie to ask why he was here but they were gone before she could.
“Hey, L/n,” said Steve, causing her to look back at him.
“H-hey,” she said awkwardly. “I didn’t know you would be here.”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I didn’t think you and Nancy were on good terms… I heard about how she dumped you in high school…”
“Yeah…” he said, remembering back to the day she was talking about. “It’s fine, we weren’t meant for each other but we’re still good friends.”
Y/n nodded, looking around not knowing what to do. “So… beer?” she asked.
“Beer,” he agreed.
The two finally made their way to the kitchen grabbing two bottles before suddenly there was an arm back on Y/n's shoulder. A friend from high school hastily pulled her away from Steve, giving her just enough time to give him an apologetic look.
As her friend went on, drowning her in every detail of her life since the moment they last saw each other, Y/n tried to think of every possible way to escape the conversation. She tried to go to the bathroom, scan the room for Robin, and even just make up an emergency altogether, but the girl wouldn’t stop speaking. She droned on and on about her boyfriend and how they were going to move in together, not even letting Y/n speak a word. To put it simply, she was exhausted.
It wasn’t until the girl finally left with her friend that Y/n realized they had been talking for nearly the entire party. She looked around, watching as people crashed to the floor or leaving without saying any goodbyes - she had missed the entire thing.
The house was a mess and since the party was basically dead now anyways, she thought it was as good as time as any to start cleaning up. Finding a trash bag in the kitchen, she opted to start with the empty cans left in the living room. Slowly putting one bottle after the other in to the bag, she heard someone call out for her.
Groaning, she turned around, hoping for it not to be her old high school friend. When she saw who it was, a smile was brought to her face.
“Where have you been all night?” asked Steve Harrington, plopping down on the sofa.
“Getting my ear talked off by some girl we used to go to school with. It was so boring,” she told him, putting another can in the bag.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“Helping clean up, maybe you should too.”
“No,” he waved her off. “Stop that, I hired cleaners to come in the morning.”
Y/n dropped her bag to the side, trying to process what he just say. “I’m sorry you paid for someone to come? Damn Harrington, throwing around the big bucks.”
He gave a small chuckle as she sat down on the couch next to him, their shoulders bumping slightly at the sudden movement.
“Yeah well what else am I gonna use it for. Might as well help some friends out right?”
“I guess so…”
Silence took the air for only a moment before Steve continued. “…my parents are never home,” he started up again, a more serious tone taking over his voice. “When you’re constantly alone, it’s easy to get swept up in making yourself busy to uh, block out any of the feelings…so whether it be finding a minimum wage job, hanging out too much with Robin, or paying to have cleaners come to your exes house…it just helps to take your mind off things…”
He trailed off into silence again, scouring to himself for oversharing with someone he barely new. Y/n could tell he was getting tense, the way his shoulders caved in, trying to engulf himself.
“I get what you mean,” she responded softly, trying to make him feel better.
He looked over at her, his eyebrows raised in surprise. “Yeah?”
Nodding, she continued. “My dad left when I was little… it’s really only been me and my mom for as along as I can remember. I’m so used to cleaning up and taking care of others sometimes it feels like my brain just goes on auto pilot. Like if I’m not helping others I won’t stop to realize I’m not taking care of myself.”
She could see his eyes soften, looking at her like he wasn’t expected to hear her unannounced childhood trauma.
“S-sorry,” she backtracked, looking down at her lap. “That got a little deep there for a second.”
Quickly Steve replied, “Don’t apologize.” She looked back up at him; he was leaning closer to her, almost feeling his breath against her face. “I like learning new things about you. The good and the bad.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
She felt herself moving closer, her eyes darting from his eyes down to his lips.
“I like learning new things about you too.”
His hand reached up, cupping her cheek, pulling her in closer. They were practically connected, their lips barely hovering over each other. It was in that moment that Y/n decided, Fuck it.
She closed the gap between them, feeling the hand on her face apply a little but more pressure. It was slow, like they were savoring each last bit of the kiss, like it would be the first and last time this would be happening.
Y/n pushed into him, pulling him closer by the waist as she felt his other hand tangle in her hair. He moaned into her mouth, turning his head to get a new angle. It felt…nice; something she hadn’t expected from the playboy of her old high school.
Slowly, they pulled away, wanting only a moment to catch their breaths before diving back in. But before their lips could connect again, someone called out for him.
“Steve!” He turned his head, his hair brushing against her face before she turned as well. In stumbled a very drunk Eddie Munson, a bottle of beer dropping from his hands. “H-have u seeen Chrisslsly?” he asked, slurring his words.
“No, Munson I haven’t,” he replied, a tone of annoyance in his voice.
Eddie tripped over the hem of the rug, falling on the floor before rolling over on his back aching. Y/n felt Steve leave her embrace, getting up to go help up his friend. Leaning down, he took one of Eddie’s arms and draped it over his shoulder.
“Come on, Munson, let’s get you home.”
Without another word, another acknowledgment of what had just occurred, he left, taking his drunk interrupter with him.
“What the fuck just happened?” Y/n whispered to herself.
She ran her hands over her face, like she would wake up from a dream any minute now. But as her eyes opened again she found she was still on Nancy Wheeler’s couch, in shock that she just made out with one of her best friends.
🎬🎬🎬
“You’re fucking kidding me!” Robin exclaimed, leaning over the counter of Family Video.
Y/n was restocking the sci-fi movies, relaying the events of the previous night’s party. “Come on Robin,” she said, putting another movie on the shelf. “It was just a kiss.”
“A kiss?! Y/n, that wasn’t just a kiss. That was a declaration of love!”
She rolled her eyes. “Come on, be serious. It was barely anything.”
“Well what does Steve think about this?”
“I haven’t talked to him since it happened…” Y/n said trailing off. “…Eddie came in drunk and he had to leave pretty quickly.”
“And he hasn’t called?”
She shook her head. “Hence why it was only a kiss. He didn’t mean anything more than that.”
“Y/n, Steve doesn’t just kiss anyone.”
“Did we go to the same high school?” she asked sarcastically.
“Come on, you know he’s changed since then. How else would you guys be friends?” Robin emerged from behind the counter, walking up and grabbing her with both shoulders. “Trust me. He likes you. Eddie just got in the way and he’s probably too nervous to call.”
Robin was being very persistent and it was not helping Y/n's case. She didn’t want to admit it, but, she liked kissing Steve Harrington. She liked that he opened up to her and wanted to know more about her. He was the first boy that felt to her like he actually cared.
But he didn’t call her, didn’t even acknowledge their kiss as he left the party with Eddie. Sure, he changed his ways but she knew for a fact that Harrington charm was still there. Why wouldn’t he call if it wasn’t just a kiss?
“I’m going back to restocking,” Y/n said, wanting to be done with the conversation.
Robin groaned, walking back to her place at the counter. “All my friends are idiots,” she murmured under her breath.
🎬🎬🎬
Another week went by without any call or talk from Steve. That was, until she walked in for another morning shift, one that she was expecting to see Robin at.
As she opened the doors to Family Video, finding they were already unlocked, she stumbled back slightly. Steve was already behind the counter, playing with some Rubik’s cube as he waited for the shop to open.
When he noticed her enter, Steve stood up, tossing the cube to the side, leaning his hands on the counter. “H-hi,” he said awkwardly.
Still in shock that he was here, she got straight to the point. “What are you doing here?”
“Robin, uh, called out sick again.”
Nodding, she put her bag down, not knowing what to do. They hadn’t spoken in over a week, a week since he kissed her and left without another word. She wanted a normal shift with her best friend, one where she didn’t have to worry about what she did or said, or if he was going to reject her to her face.
“I’m just gonna go organize the romance section,” she said, walking away without another word.
The shift turned from painful silent into one of the busiest days they had in a along time. Y/n got maybe two tapes on the shelf before a customer came up to ask her a question. Looking over to the counter, hoping Steve could help, she saw he too had another customer at the front.
With a smile, she turned back to the women in front of her, directing her over to the silent movie section. The first half of their shift went on like that, always someone helping a customer and having no time to do anything else.
When the half way mark hit and Y/n was able to come back from lunch, it was finally empty. She sighed, watching as Steve went to the back to begin his break, happy she would finally have time with her own thoughts.
While she was helping the customers, Robin’s words still played in the back of her mind. Steve doesn’t just kiss anyone, he’s changed. It didn’t matter cause he would have talked to her by now - called at least. No, she wouldn’t bring it up because it would only lead to rejection and Y/n didn’t think she could handle that.
The door in the back slammed close and Y/n peeped her head around the corner to see Steve emerge from the break room. They made eye contact for a moment before she stuff her head back into the romance section, set on organizing the shelf.
Two hours had past and every now again she check around the corner to see if there were any new customers. There wasn’t but she could see her coworker getting antsy, like he needed to say something but she would hide every time he tried. She had finished organized the section pretty early on, but there was nothing left to do so there she sat, reorganizing the shelf once more.
Y/n stuck her head out one more time, expecting to see him at the front desk but he was no where to be seen. Thinking he left to get something from the back, she tuned around to grab another tape. The last thing she was expecting to see Steve Harrington standing behind her. Yelping, she jumped back slightly, trying to catch her breath.
“Jesus, Steve! Why are you standing there like that?!” she exclaimed.
“You’re ignoring me,” he stated.
She sighed, grabbing the film. “No, I’m not.”
“Yes you are,” he continued, watching as she continued her task. “You’ve been reorganizing the same section for over two hours.”
“It’s messy,” she shrugged.
“Bullshit.”
As she went to put another tape on the shelf, he reached out a hand and blocked it. He stepped closer to her as she turned to him, not wanting to deal with his little fit. Staring up at him, she felt her gaze soften to match his. He looked distraught, like he was a bubble that could burst any second.
In a soft voice he said, “We have to talk about it.”
Oh boy. She couldn’t do this. Not now, not here. “Talk about what?” she asked, knowing full well that was a lie.
Steve rolled his eyes. “Oh come on.”
She stepped back from him, needing to get away from how close they once were. Slowly she shook her head. “No, we don’t,” she finally gave in.
“I think we do-“
“No!” she interrupted him, leaning against one of the stacks of tapes. She let her head hit the top shelf behind her as she closed her eyes in defeat. “I won’t let you reject me to my face so let’s just skip this conversation and go on with our shift.”
When she opened her eyes, she saw that Steve was once again in front of her. Making no move to walk away, she watched as he placed both his hands on either side of the shelf, trapping her in his gaze.
“I lied,” he said plainly.
“What?”
“I lied, Robin isn’t sick I asked her to trade shifts with me.”
Y/n felt her heart beating faster. What was he saying? What did this mean?
“Why?” she asked him.
Steve rolled his eyes. “Why do you think?” He leaned in closer, his face inches from hers. “I don’t think that kiss was a mistake, and I really wanna kiss you again.”
Y/n felt her heart drop. Was this real? Was she dreaming right now? She looked up into his eyes, they made her feel like she was the only one in the world. Fuck it, dream or not, she really wanted to kiss him back.
“Then do it,” she said.
Before the words could even finish forming on her tongue, Steve leaned in, capturing her lips on his. She felt her hands find their way to his waist, trying to pull him closer to her. He pressed her more against the shelf, the kiss quickening and becoming more intense by the second.
There was almost no time to come up for air as he leaned down to kiss her again. It felt desperate, like thirst you couldn’t quite get rid of. She smiled into the kiss, feeling him do the same.
They were both so stupid denying their feelings for each other. It was obvious how they felt, and now kissing him in the romance section, she couldn’t figure out why she waited.
As he moaned into her mouth, the door of Family Video rang. Quickly, they pulled apart, turning their heads to the door. A very shocked Vickie stood, still on the front doormat. Y/n pushed Steve away, trying to clean up her appearance like it would erase what their friend had just seen.
“Vickie-” Steve tried to start with her but he was cut off quickly.
“-Oh Robin is so going to freak when she hears about this!” she exclaimed, turning to walk back out the store.
“Wait did you need something?” Y/n asked, wondering why she came in to begin with.
“Not anymore!” she shouted, bolting to her car outside.
Y/n heard Steve say, “Shit,” as he moved closer to her, wrapping his arms around her from behind and resting his head on her shoulder. “Robin is not going to live this down is she?”
“No, I don’t think she will.”
He leaned down, trying to kiss her again but Y/n put a finger up to his lips. She turned around to face him properly.
“No,” she said.
“But I really wanna kiss you again,” he whined.
“You can… after you help me organize the romance section.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a smirk, walking over and putting tapes of the shelf.
Y/n laughed watching as he tried to rush through the task. Steve Harrington was a goofball and very bad at communicating his feelings but that didn’t matter anymore. She found her place next to him, helping put the tapes away smiling at the thought of their kiss in the romance section.
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