#and towards the end you just feel like eh why bother
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Hi, I wanted to ask for a Clarisse fanfic where the reader is gifted in the arts? I would also like to ask that the reader be a daughter of Hades :)
What’s a girl to do
Pairings - Clarisse La rue x daughter of hades! Fem! Reader
An - this lowkey sucked but YALL will live
You had always been gifted in the arts. From dance, music, art itself and even theater.
Being that you were a hades kid most kids avoided you, not that because your dad was the king of the underworld but because just being around you gave them an unsettling feeling.
Something every great artist had was a muse, someone they could go to for inspiration, someone that gave their work meaning. But you? You didn’t have a muse.
Sure you’ve had inspiration come from all types of media but never once did you have an actual person you could call your muse.
That had changed though when you met clarisse. It started out small with small doodles of her. Then she started to show up as small details in your song lyrics. And even going as far as using her as your model in your photos
You two were friends.. but you knew you wanted more then that.
——
Clarisse spun her spear around on the sandy beach. She was so in the moment that she hadn’t heard the sound of your camera going off.
She ended in a pose with her spear tucked under her arm. Panting that’s when she realized you were sitting near by.
“You know its creepy to take photos of people without their knowledge right”
“Eh you’ll live” you smiled. Clarisse had always been beautiful even in situations like now where she was panting and sweaty from her workout.
You walked over towards her smiling sat the picture
She was a natural. The way clarisse moved her body it was like she was meant to be infront of the camera.
subconsciously you started leaning into her to show her the photo. “this one here, I like how your curls kinda spun around with you, you know” You smiled, clarisse nodded placing a hand around your waist, she had always done that but it didn’t mean it didn’t get you flustered everytime.
“Mmhm” she stuck her spear in the ground before reaching over placing her free hand onto yours clicking back on the camera to a photo of her standing with her spear pointed down the sun hitting her at a certian angle adding dramatics. “this one is better”
“Well I think both are fine” you smiled looking over at clarisse. Your faces were close. So close if you even just moved a little you might accidentally kiss.
You waited for clarisse to do something, to move away and tell you to piss off but she didn’t. Instead you started to feel her rub circles on your hip.
Almost out of a movie mark clarisses bother appeared. “Clarisse!” He yelled gaining the now irritated girls attention.
“The hell do You want Mark im busy” she looked over at him not wanting to deal his bullshit. “It’s Sam and Jane, they got into another fight and are in the infirmary now Chiron wants to see you about it all”
You watched as clarisses closed her eyes trying to calm down even a little. She looked back at you before squeezing your hip and letting go to head off to beat her siblings.
You stood there frozen and embarrassed. Clarisse didn’t like you. There was no way if anything she liked silena. Clarisse only saw you as a friend…
Right..
——
Around 3am you decided to sneak out of your cabin not able to sleep.
Lazily walking around the camp trying to not get caught you noticed a familiar girl jumping out the ares cabin window. Using shadow travel you quickly moved to stand beside the cabin.
Clarisse sighed as she landed on the ground, silently closing the window “since when did you sneak out”
“Fuck!” She whisper yelled having to pull her hand back from hitting you. “What the hell are you doing out here”
“Selling hardcore drugs— now you tell me why your ever so quietly leaving your cabin” you sarcastically spoke. Clarisse rolled her eyes in defiance. “Your a pain in my ass you know” she scoffed.
You shrugged your shoulders. “You’ve said worse to Me” starting to follow the girl into the forest you took in the scenery.
The full moon brought you a sense of comfort, mainly in the fact that the goddess nyx had always brought protection to people in need through the veil of night.
Clarisse continued until she came to a clearing in the woods, high on the mountian side and far enough away from the camp you wouldn’t get caught but high enough you could see the stretched out lake.
“Wow..” you whispered. “I never new this spot existed”
“That’s supposed to be the point”
“Is this where you take girls to makeout with them then torture them before k—“
“I’m not some insane serial killer dumbass” clarisse laughed pushing you softly before sitting down. You followed her lead sitting a little to close to her.
After a few moments you watched as clarisse silently complained befote grabbing some Kindle Wood arranging it to make a small fire. Using a lighter most likely taken from the big house.
After sitting back watching the fire clarisse looked over at you. “How long have you been doing all this shit”
You raised an eyebrow confused. “You mean photography” you chuckled, Clarisse nodded in response her face unreadable.
You sighed for a moment “uhh I’m not really sure, I just I’ve always had a passion for the arts and been naturally gifted in them, I like photography the best with painting being right underneath though” you tucked some hair behind your ear slightly embarrassed.
“Why me” she continued to asked. “Like out of every camper here why am I the one you take the most photos of me”
“Well I Ju—“
“Wait wait don’t tell me you like me” clarisse laughed at the end of her statement. You went to speak but decided to stay quiet letting clarisse finish her laughing fit it. She soon stopped looking over with a playful face. “Wait seriously.. you use me as your muse because you like me”
You started to get up embarrassed walking away quickly not wanting to listen to the girl yelling after you. About five steps into your leave clarisse grabbed your arm. “Gods damnit can you just wait” she huffed.
“Yeah because I just love being laughed at thanks clarisse” you tried to pull your arm away but it was pointless “you know it’s actually really shitty to laugh at someone when you find out they like yo—“
You were cut off by clarisse grabbing your head and crashing her lips against yours. Not caring how messy it was, clarisse kept a firm hold on your head while grabbing your waist pushing you against her.
The kiss moved from messy to controlled. You let clarisse hold you close, soft breaths leaving both your mouths not wanting to pull away but still needing to breathe.
Pulling away you felt clarisses hot breath on your lips. “Do you ever stop talking” she asked now with her hand on the side of your face comfortingly rubbing circles. You rolled your eyes but kept quiet, your arms around clarisses neck.
Clarisses kissed you once again slowly, she pulled away kissing your cheek. “I like you to dumbass”
“Really..?”
“Uh yeah you really think I let anyone take photos and draw me?”
You playfully pushed the girls shoulder before pulling her back into a grinful kiss
“Great now that we’re together can we please go back to the fire it’s cold as shit out here”
“Whatever La rue”
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Never Really Over - C.S
soft dom!Chris, overstimulation, they’re exes
NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor
Being dragged to a party post break-up was the last thing I wanted, but yet here I was. Chris and I had broken up due to him not being able to overcome his commitment issues. It shattered my heart but I tried to move past it.
I’m Tipsy, I was dancing with a guy I met nearly 10 minutes ago. I felt eyes on me and glanced over only to have my eyes meet. Chris’. The last thing I wanted was him to be at this party.
Making an excuse to the guy I was dancing with, I attempt to make my way back over to my friends - only for my hand to be grabbed.
“Why were you with him?” He asked. My heart dropping as my eyes connected with his.
“Because I can be? It shouldn’t bother you. You ended things” I reply.
“Yeah well it does bug me. I don’t like his hands all over you” Chris states.
“That’s not my problem” I say.
“I’m not doing this with you Chris, I’m trying to enjoy my night” I sigh.
“You’ll enjoy it a lot more if we went back to mine” He says, his voice raspy as he steps closer to me.
The thought alone of Chris touching me again created an ache between my legs. Trying to stand my ground I simply responded with just an eye roll.
“Come on, I know you miss how good I make you feel baby” He whispers in my ear.
“Don’t Chris” I mumble.
“Just think of how my fingers would feel inside of you and me fucking you senseless. You and I both know no one can make you feel as good as I do” He says.
“Fuck sakes just call the Uber” I groan, knowing regardless I was going to give into him. The wetness already forming between my legs, he was right, no one could make me feel like he does.
Getting out of the Uber and into his house, he pins me against the door the second it shuts.
His thumb pulls down my bottom lip, “So pretty” he mumbles before connecting our lips.
My soft sighs turned to as gasp as his teeth bit into my lower lip. My body temperature rising as our tongues fought against each others for dominance - his ultimately winning.
“Jump” He mumbled through the now heated make out.
Doing as he says I jump, his hand immediately wrapping around me and grabbing my ass. He brings me to the couch and gently places me down.
“I need to taste you” He says, his eyes staring directly into mine.
I nod, wanting his tongue against my heat and pull my dress up.
“Wearing my favourite panties of yours eh?” He asked.
“Fuck off just get to it” I grumble, not wanting to hear any comments from him.
His hands pull my panties away from my waist, a gasp escaping my mouth as he let go and they snapped back against my waist. He smirks before pulling them down.
“Just as pretty as I remember” He says, his lips connecting to my inner thigh and leaving light kisses as he slowly made his way towards my pussy.
My pussy dripping for him, he slides his tongue up my folds. My hand immediately making their way to his hair and tangling themselves within it. My legs widening as he flicked his tongue repeatedly over my clit.
“Fuck Chris” I moan.
“Always taste so good” He replies, his voice against my heat causing a shiver through my body.
My hips thrust upward as he circles his tongue around my entrance before pushing it into me. My grip on his hair only tightening as he did so.
As he continues pushing his tongue in and out of me, his thumb rubbing circles on my clit, a knot begins to form in my stomach.
“I’m - close oh my god” I whimper.
“Yeah? Gonna be a good girl and make a mess all over my face?” He asks.
“Yes I - just don’t stop please” I moan.
He listens and continues, his tongue flattening against my pussy, covering as much as possible before sucking on my clit. My legs shaking as my pleasure increases. Moans effortlessly falling from my mouth as I push his head closer to my heat, my legs wrapping around his head as I come.
“Oh my god” I moan. My body euphoric with pleasure, a high I hadn’t experienced since we broke up. A feeling I’d been craving.
“Such a good girl” He says, allowing my high to slightly die down before I feel his fingers toying with my entrance.
“Chris” I mumble, my sensitivity only increasing with his touch.
“You can take it pretty girl” He says while begging to push two fingers into me.
My back arches at the sensation. His thumb once again making contact with my clit as he watches my bodily reactions.
He quickens how fast his fingers are pumping in and out of me, my head being thrown backwards as I feel his tongue reconnect with my pussy, his named being moaned as he continued.
“Such a good girl for me” He smirks, his eyes flickering up to mine.
“Chris I can’t hold it any longer” I whimper.
“Come on then, let go for me again” He replies.
Allowing the knot in my stomach to come undone, my pussy clenches around his fingers, a groan leaving his mouth as I pulled on his hair at an attempt to control my body. My eyes clenched shut as he made me come undone for a second time.
Pulling his fingers out of me slowly, I open my eyes to see him sliding his pants and boxers down, causing my eyes to widen knowing his plan was to make me come for a third time.
“I can’t take another” I whine. My pussy beyond sensitive.
“You can baby, be good for me” He responds, flipping me over and pulling my ass higher into the air.
As if my body automatically knew, my back arched as he lined himself up with my entrance, slowly pushing himself into me.
“Fuck still so tight” He groans.
“I’m too sensitive Chris” I whimper as his thrusts become faster.
“I know you have one more in you sweetheart” He replies, his grip tightening on my waist as he began slamming himself into me, holding back nothing now.
He groans as he continues thrusting into me, tears forming in my eyes from how sensitive I was, but the pleasure mixed with it.
Whimpers slip from my mouth as I feel him hit my g-spot over and over again, knowing there was a smirk on his face regardless of not being able to see his face.
“Taking me so well baby” He grumbles. His breathing speeding up as his own high begins to form.
“I - fuck I can’t again” I whimper, his hands holding my hips up to prevent them from falling down from how much my legs were shaking.
“I know you have one more in you” He growls, his dick starting to twitch inside of me, “Let me feel you clench around me as I fill you up pretty girl”
Tears fall from my eyes as I come for a third time, the pleasure now taking over and overwhelming my entire body.
“Missed this so much my god” Chris groaned as I felt him release inside of me.
Groans and whimpers fill the room as our highs leave us unable to control our sounds. My body overpowered by the feeling of him still slamming inside of me. His grip on my waist loosening as he slowed his pace and pulled out of me.
Rolling over our eyes meet, his thumb coming up and wiping the tears that remained on my face.
“I knew you had one more for me” He smirked. Both of our breathing heavy.
“Felt so good but fuck I cant believe you manage to make me come undone three times” I reply.
“I know you, and I know your body” He says.
Not knowing what to respond with, I focus on slowing my breath.
“I missed you, not just this but everything about you” He mumbles.
“Chris this wasn’t a good idea” I tell him.
“Give me another chance. I’ll get my shit together I promise”
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worst neighbor ever (or is he?) !
synopsis ; you’re convinced yoon jeonghan is the worst neighbor you’ve ever had…until a couple drinks help you realize he isn’t.
pairing ; yoon jeonghan + fem!reader featuring yunjin from lesserafim
notes ; non idol au, frenemies to lovers, neighbors to lovers, fluff, harmless and cute arguing, sort of very suggestive towards the end, reader is in denial, reader gets really drunk, jeonghan makes like two sex jokes because he’s a little shit, small mentions of eating. idk if this is a weird concept but whatever. anyways this is my first svt fic lets goo (and first fic of 2023 yay happy new years guys)
word count ; 2.6k
You have never seen Yoon Jeonghan’s face, yet you know him well enough to consider him the worst neighbor you’ve ever had.
Does seeing his face really matter to you, though? He’s the worst, and that’s all you need to know.
“You’re not listening to me, Yoon Jeonghan!”
“I am.” Jeonghan finally responds after five minutes of you calling him from your balcony. You’ve spent much more time on this balcony than you expected, all thanks to the constant shouting you two do from your balconies.
His voice is irritatingly calm, hinting that he’s been listening to you this entire time, but couldn’t care enough to reply as he was singing one of those stupid love songs again. Which you always considered weird, because he didn’t have a girlfriend to begin with.
His voice is irritatingly calm, hinting that he’s been listening to you this entire time, but couldn’t care enough to reply as he was singing one of those stupid love songs again. Which you always considered weird, because he didn’t have a girlfriend to begin with.
“Could you just be quiet for just thirty fucking minutes? Although a full day would be great,” you add the last part under your breath.
“I heard that.”
“Good. I can’t stand you.”
“You don’t mean that, if you did, you would’ve talked to the landlord and filed a complaint already,” Jeonghan replies, a tease in his voice, because when was there not? You hate that you know he was right too.
You sigh and accept the defeat. “Would it kill you to sing a quiet song inside your apartment instead of outside on your balcony?” Yet another failed day of convincing him to shut up. You’ve learned to become less and less expectant of any outcome from arguing with Jeonghan. By now, the insults you share are filled with something a lot unlike hate.
Sometimes you wonder why you even bother; you’re used to his noisiness at this point anyways. You’re failing at convincing yourself his stupid songs aren’t what help you fall asleep at night, both of you huddled on your balconies with the thickest blankets in battle of the chilly night air, Joshua’s fingers strumming his guitar lazily as you fight to keep your eyes open, your ears using Joshua’s voice to lull you to sleep. You hoped he didn’t know of your routine, for the sake of your dignity. Hopefully you were the only one aware of those nights were it felt like you, him, and the stars.
You know all too well that Jeonghan has become a part of you. The reason why you haven’t failed at missing a day without talking to him between those balconies if that you would feel missing if you were derived of him. It was stupid to admit that, especially because… well, you had never seen his face before.
Before you step back inside your apartment, you stop and yell, “At the very least, could you grab my mail and drop it off today? It’s a package and I have a party later.”
Jeonghan hums curiously. “Dunno. What’s in it for me?”
“Nothing. It’s the least you could do for being a pain in the ass everyday.”
“Eh,” Jeonghan says dismissivley and resumes strumming his guitar.
You don’t bother pleading anymore, entering your apartment and sliding the glass door behind you, because you know he would get your mail—in fact, he did it everytime you asked.
—
If there was one thing that everyone knew about you, it was that when you got drunk, you were drunk. It was not to say that you had a poor alcohol tolerance, in fact, your tolerance was quite high—but when you crossed that tolerance line with a specifically high amount of drinks, it was as if another brain took over.
The music blasting from the surround sound speakers in the living room of your best friend’s house is only adding to your hazy mind as you try your best to make it through the crowd of bouncing people. Fuck, you mumble curses under your breath at the stench of sweaty bodies, spilled tequila, and other humanly liquids coming from couples doing some other kinds of dancing god knows where.
“Hey, y/n!” your best friend, Yunjin, greets you near the kitchen island, but her comforting smile is quickly replaced by a concerned frown as she looks at you up and down. “Shit,” she sighs, immediately taking away the red cup in your hands and fixing your ruined outfit: your tangled hair and sheer top falling away from your slumped shoulders, and skirt that had moved a bit too much during dancing. She takes off your heels revealing sore feet with blisters just beginning to form and brings you outside to the porch.
“Too much to drink, babes,” she chuckles. Truthfully, she’s a little happy you allowed yourself some freedom tonight. Since you moved, you’ve been holding back at parties due to your lack of a ride home.
Yunjin holds out her hand for your phone, which you give, and dials your closest friends. Which is only a couple of people, since most of them were at this party, and none of them answer.
She would drop you off by herself, but this was Yunjin’s house and your apartment was almost an hour away. And with the chaos ensuing inside, she didn’t want to leave the fate of her house in someone else’s hands. “Y/n, who can I call to pick you up?”
“Mmm,” you hum absentmindedly and look at the sky, and the stars freckling it. The stars remind you of someone. Funny how you can grow on someone without seeing their face. Is it the alcohol in your system making you go insane, or did the alcohol finally bring down the fourth wall and make you realize? Suddenly all you can think about is the sound of his singing on the balcony, and his teasing voice every time you tried to shut him up. Those love songs you hated so much filling the frigid night air.
Then, you realize, all the love songs he sang were about you.
“Jeonghan… you idiot,” you mumble, the smallest of smiles pulling at your lip.
“Jeonghan? Who the fuck is Jeong—” Yunjin remembers. “You’re right, I forgot. Your neighbor. Don’t you hate him though?”
You don’t respond.
“Doesn’t matter, because he’s your only choice.” Yunjin finds him buried in your contacts as a nameless number, but she knows it’s him from the fact he was the last person you texted.
You’re sure the alcohol has completely taken over your brain when your legs and arms are moving to their own accord, and suddenly you’ve snatched your phone from Yunjin’s hands and have pressed it to your ear as it starts to ring. You could barely process the fact that you were smiling when Jeonghan picked up on the first ring, let alone anything you would say next.
“I fucking love you, Yoon Jeonghan.”
The words are out of your mouth so fast, it takes you about thirty seconds of silence between the both of you for it to register. Although for some reason, you don’t take the words back. It feels right.
Jeonghan coughs on the other side of the phone, though you can hear the smile in his voice when he says, “Shut up, and tell me this when you’re sober, y/n.”
“Drunk words are sober thoughts.”
You hear him laugh, and if you could take that laugh and keep it with you for the rest of your life, you would. But the laugh is gone as quick as it came, replaced by his voice a tone lower, concerned laced through it.
“Where are you, y/n?”
Yunjin, as shocked (and happy for you) as she is, steals the phone to give him her address. “Thank you, and hurry up please. She’s…gone. I think you can tell.”
“Yeah,” Jeonghan says with a chuckle, and true to his word, he shows up forty minutes later to find you absolutely gone sitting on the porch steps with your head leaned on Yunjin’s shoulder. He’d seen you in a collection of small glances he treasures in heart, you in the laziest of outfits in the apartments lobby getting mail, or even sneaking a tiny glance as you yelled at him form your balcony below. It was funny, because you had no idea the guy in the grey hoodie and black sweats you ran into in those small occurrences was the same guy you yelled at every day, and now confessed your love to.
Even now, as you’re the complete opposite of how he finds you in those moments, he recognizes you in an instant. You’re just as gorgeous even with mascara just about to run past your lashes in black gunk, lipstick smeared from what he hopes not to be another guy, and a skirt rolled up a bit higher than he’d like to notice.
He’s instantly running towards you, but stops right before his hands make it on your shoulders. His mind is yelling at him for how wrong this is, because you’ve never seen his face before. Yet, you look up at him with the most infatuated look he’s ever seen and suddenly it all feels right. He’s so caught up in that glance that he barely notices Yunjin go back into her house with a small “be safe!”
“Come on, take it slow,” Jeonghan gently ushers you, letting you lean on his side as he guides you to his car. It’s proving to be a bit difficult as you haven’t taken an eye off of him since you’ve seen him.
You had been wrong this whole time. Secretly, a part of you knew you wouldn’t care if he was ugly. You had fallen for him anyways and that was all that mattered. But looking at him now, you could burst into tears because even through your drunken thoughts, your entire conscious knew that his man was perfect. He had bags under his dark brown eyes, and his hoodie had fallen off to reveal his nearly black hair, grown to nearly reach his shoulders. And his lips—
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Jeonghan teases. Of course. It was never Jeonghan unless he was teasing.
“Because,” You stop him halfway to his car, placing your hands on his shoulders, hoping this drunk side of you will pay off, “I really want to kiss you right now.”
Jeonghan knows it’s wrong, you’ve known him for months but have only seen his face now, and you were so drunk he wasn’t even sure any of the words you had said for the past hour were true. But he hoped they were, and took this one chance before it was stolen by tomorrow morning.
“Then do it.”
So you pulled him closer by the front of his hoodie and did.
Oh.
Oh.
It hit like a truck: you were kissing Yoon Jeonghan, the guy you had convinced yourself was your worst neighbor until today, and it was the best damn kiss you’d ever had.
You wanted more. You wanted him forever, and you knew it wasn’t your drunk mind thinking. Your tolerance allowed that one truth to slip, you know everything you said was true and all the alcohol did was get the feelings out.
You stop the makeout to get air from how heated it was, but Jeonghan pulls away before he can get trapped in your lips again.
“Stop. This isn’t right, y/n.”
“You wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t.”
He sighs. “You’re drunk. This isn’t actually you, as much as I wish it was.”
“Trust me, Jeonghan. This is right. I may drunk but I know it.” You’re so painfully sure of it, and mad at him for not getting it. “So shut up and get back to kissing me already.”
That was all it took for him to let go, and he wished on the shooting star above that he really could trust you. A part of him knew he could, and he would, for however long he lived.
He continued kissing you again, and let’s just say that thanks to that stupid short skirt you had worn, the drive home wasn’t exactly the safest thing in the world. The skirt didn’t survive the rest of the night.
—
You woke up the next morning to an empty bed, a headache, and very sore legs. It took a bit of effort to get up to find Jeonghan, but you had a feeling he was on that balcony. You were right.
You found him there with his guitar and coffees on the small table. There was even a bagel from the cafe downstairs, your favorite especially during a hangover. How did he know?
He stopped strumming and watched you sit down on the chair next to him and take a gratefully munch on the bagel and coffee, taking note of the faintest wobble as you walked. He stifled a grin and waited for you to say the first word.
“Thank you for the meal,” you say between bites, trying to break the tension. You know he was being hesitant, you could tell from how he was looking at you like you were a piece of pottery on display he was too afraid to break by his touch.
Jeonghan took you being here as a sign you somehow remembered most of what happened yesterday. “This meal or last nights?” He says jokingly, a smile creeping up on his face.
“Yoon Jeonghan!” A blush appeared over your cheeks.
He narrowed his eyes at you then looked back at the sunrise. “I didn’t know you were a clumsy drunk.”
“I’m not.”
“So your sober self had planned to say you love me and proceed to get rail—”
“OKAY. I get it. Shut up.”
Jeonghan laughs cheekily, silence covering the two of you as you watch the sunrise and listen to Jeonghan strum his guitar and hum another love song. You now know every lyric is for you.
Somewhere along the way, your eyes strayed from the sunrise to Jeonghan, watching his long fingers pick at the strings and expertly dark across the guitar’s fretboard. Lips lifting to let out his song.
“I love you.”
Jeonghan looks up at you with the most lovesick expression, “A bit quick there, aren’t we? Only confessed last night, love.”
“Well,” you shrug, “you told me to tell you again when I’m sober.”
He hums and says nothing in return, but you don’t miss his cheeks covered in a blush, barely escaping from underneath his bangs.
“Why though?” you ask.
“What?”
“Why do you like me back after everything?”
Jeonghan doesn’t reply, but you can see his mind working through the words.
“Why do you like me back after four months of me yelling at you? I was always scolding you, I don’t think we’ve had a single conversation where I haven’t. I only confess to you after getting drunk. It seems unfair.”
Jeonghan stares at you, dumbfounded, and even the slightest bit angered that you see it that way.
“Y/n, you’re a dumbass. You could give me nothing and I’d still treat you like this.”
“Why though?”
“Because that’s what love is. And I love you.”
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you kept me like a secret—Miguel O'Hara
🕸synopsis: you are done being his little secret
🕸tags: fem!reader × Miguel O'Hara
🕸no warnings
🕸notes: posted this on ao3 and forgot to update here!
🕸part 2
It made your blood boil.
You couldn't take it anymore. It was fun at first. Hiding it from everyone. Concealing your underlying feelings to one another infront of the rest of the Spider-Society, yet if anyone looked closely, they notice your little slip ups. How you glanced at each other with fondness, how Miguel's hand somehow always ends up trailing across your waist, how your fingers brush against his everytime you are in a meeting, how on missions, you two always stick together, and how during break, you would be the only one making sure he's had his daily dose of empanadas.
But now it was ridiculous.
It's been a few months now, and he's been different. Treating you the same way he'd treat any regular member of the spider-society, even a little lesser than that. He was rough, harsh, unforgiving, you knew that about him, but despite his nature, he would always be a little gentler to you. That changed.
You just assumed it was because of the Miles Morales situation. When Miguel became fixated on something, he'd be that way, a perfectionist. It was a blessing and a curse.
But what made you realise that this is getting a little too secretive for your liking, was his birthday.
You stood with your drink in hand at the bar. You were the one who set this whole thing up for him, after all, parties were the only occasion where he would let loose (as well as in the privacy of his penthouse with you, but that was not the case now.)
You made sure you got his favourite flavour of cake, getting decorations that won't bother his sensitive red eyes, going even as far as hacking into his gizmo so no bothersome notifications would upset him that day. You were even dispatching other spider-people on anomaly and canon event missions, so he wouldn't have to worry about it all day. It was exhausting, planning a party while simultaneously keeping everything in order in the multiverse without any guide to how Miguel keeps it all together.
You thought he'd be happy you threw him a party, but ever since he'd walked in, he ignored you. He did not utter a word with you since his arrival, yet you could see him chuckling and smiling along side some other people.
"Hobie, do you have something stronger than this cranberry soda?" You turned to the bar, pushing your glass towards Hobie, who was bartending for the night. "F'course I do," He chuckled, "But you know Miguel's rules, lad doesn't want anyone getting drunk."
"Oh, Come on, I've seen you sneaking Lego Peter and Peter B. martinis and scotch, why can't you do that with me?—Wait, since when do you follow any rules anyway?" The punk chuckled, "I don't. You said it yourself, I've been sneaking drinks and everyone is a little tipsy. But they're drinking to let loose, that's not why you wanna drink though, eh?" His eyes glanced at Miguel, then at you. Hobie was the only one smart enough to notice anything, and he was also the only one who noticed the change in attitude between the two of you. You never really talked about it, but he always had this knowing look on his face.
You grumbled, and he just moved under the sink, pulling up a tall glass of..some unspecified liquid. "The fuck is that?"
"I present you to you, 'The Unnamed'. I don't believe in labels."
"Ah, but isn't calling it 'The Unnamed' a label in itself?"
Hobie's colours changed a couple of times, from red to blue to pink and then back to grey. You've irritated him. He rolled his eyes and then put some of this unspecified liquid into your glass, filling it halfway. "You've bested me, now drink up."
"Is this like regular alcohol or—" You asked, bringing the drink to your lips. It was queit sweet, and it had none of the sting that seeps into the throat when you drink alcohol.
Hobie interrupted, putting the bottle away."It is not alcohol, it is a special concoction of mine. It may or may not make you want to speak your mind." His eyes left your confused face and looked up, to the taller frame making his way towards the both of you. "Birthday lad, want me to get you anything?" He jumped off the counter, standing beside Miguel.
"Hm. A refill on the scotch would be nice."
"Too bad, help yourself, I don't take orders from anyone." He strutted away, and gave you a wink, as well as a small smile.
Miguel huffed, "Ese pedacito de mierda." He mumbled, grabbing a glass and a bottle from behind the counter. He still did not acknowledge your presence, so you decided to be the bigger person and just talk to him.
"He's funny though, his little antics are amusing." Miguel raised his brows at you, moving to sit beside you. That was good, you were hoping for any reaction.
"He's bothersome." He replied shortly, sipping his drink. When he spoke, he didn't look in your eyes, which is odd, Miguel loved gazing into your eyes. He always said it was the only way he could tell how you're feeling. "And yet you keep him around."
"I never said he lacked skill."
"I suppose you did..not." You took another sip of that weird drink he gave you. An odd sensation was tingling at the back of your head. Miguel took a glance at you, and his nose scrunched up in confusion. "What on god's green earth are you drinking?"
You held up the glass to him, chuckling. The liquid was a bit odd looking. Consistency like melted ice cream and the colour of silver. "The Unnamed."
"Pardon?"
"Its called 'The Unnamed', Miguel. It's Hobie's great invention. It's pretty good, once you ignore how it looks."
"Doesn't look very inviting." He added, and then suddenly it went queit between both of you, the only thing peircing through the thick silence was the loud music playing and the sounds of people laughing and chuckling.
You weren't sure if it was the drink, or the ever-growing, tamed anger in your chest, but you felt the urge to speak.
"I planned this party for you, you know."
His red pupils met yours.
"I made sure you had a nice day. No stress. Made sure LYLA didn't inform you of anything that could make you lose it—"
"What? The multiverse—"
"—and I dispatched teams to make sure everything goes smoothly. All while getting decorations and setting up the place."
He went dead queit. You did not like that.
"...and yet, you have not spoken a word to me all day." A laugh sounded out of you, but it seemed more like a huff. "Not even a thank you. No anything. It's like you don't even know me."
"I—"
You didn't let him continue.
"You did not even come and talk to me until now, and it was because you wanted a drink."
He slammed his glass on the counter, the glass cracked a bit. You slammed yours too, he was not the only one irritated here.
"What do you want me to say?" He rasped, his voice a little lower than a whisper. So far, no one has noticed your heated argument, but if this escalates further, you will have an audiance. "There are suspicions that we are a thing. I can't..We can't risk it." His tone was a little more gentle, but there was still this look in his eyes that you couldn't decipher. To most, Miguel was a book shut close, one that no body could peak into. With you, he was different.
Was different. You couldn't for the life of you figure out what he was thinking as of this moment.
"Miguel, you don't even ask me to spend time with you when everyone is gone or asleep." You replied, "And what if the spider-society found out? Is that so awful? You hand picked these people because you trust them. What's wrong with them knowing?—"
"You and I are not from the same universe. That could very well disrupt the canon—"
Unknown to both of you, you two have been leaning towards each other, your lips almost touched, but it was hard to focus on anything else when you were boiling.
"Do you think I'm naiive? If our love was a threat to the canon, you would've eliminated the possibilty of us happening anyway. You wouldn't have kissed me that day. You—"
"Oi, birthday boy, this one was specially hand–picked for you!"
Your necks snapped towards the direction of Hobie, who was standing behind the DJ booth with Gwen. A familiar song started playing, Miguel's favourite.
How ironic. Of course you only realise now why a song like Secreto de Amor is his favourite.
You both turned away from each other, but Miguel's features softened.
"You're the one who told them I like this one, I'm presuming." He hummed, sighing heavily. You only gave him a small 'mhm'. "Thank you."
You glanced at him, his fingers were circling the edges of his empty glass of scotch. "It..I'm enjoying my time." He added, giving you a faint smile.
Yet he did not acknowledge what you told him. But you found yourself sighing, that burning feeling subsided for a moment. You let yourself smile at him, extending one of your hands towards him.
Miguel just stared at it, a bit confused.
"Since its your favourite, we should dance. You haven't danced since you got here."
Puzzled, he kept staring at your hand. It took him a moment, then he shook his head.
"No."
Your brows furrowed.
"What?"
"I am not dancing with you."
You stared blankly at him.
"Why?"
"I can't."
"You can't dance?"
"I won't dance. Not with you. You know we can't."
That was it for you. You put your hand down, and picked up your belongings. You couldn't even look at his face. This was absurd. You weren't asking him for the world. You were only asking him to dance.
You moved quickly, you heard Hobie calling out for you, but you had already gone through the door and was heading to the elevator.
You heard heavy footsteps running after you, and a familiar red webbing wrapped around your wrist as you kept slamming the elevator button.
You looked up, and he was there, looking at you like he can't figure out what he has done wrong.
"You're being childish." He spoke, his voice echoing through the space. You couldn't believe him. "What?"
That's all it took him to say for you to burst.
"I am done being with you, Miguel." You said, not noticing the tears that welled up in your eyes until they were staining your cheeks. "I'm done being your little secret. I'm done being your midnight lover, and I'm done being with a man who is so horrified at the thought of us being together."
"You don't know what you're talking about." He pulled the web that was wrapped around your wrist, pulling you towards him, but you ripped it before you could collide with his chest.
The elevator dinged, and you got inside. Miguel rushed to follow you, but you were already closing the door.
"Wait—"
"I'm not coming back to your little club-house." You pulled a box from your bag, and threw it at him before the elevator's door could close.
"Happy fucking birthday, Miguel." was the last thing he heard before the elevator began descending.
Miguel looked at the box on the ground, and picked it up. When he opened it, he saw a silver ring, with engravings inside of it. There was a note as well.
'Consider this a promise, and an oath.
I will always love you, no matter what you do.'
The engraving inside of the ring were the date you first met, with the words 'I'd look for you in every multiverse.'
Seems like that was untrue now.
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Losing Feelings (S.R.)
After Lila kissed him in the pool, Spencer needs help getting over his feelings for her. You help him by giving him everything she never could.
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Word Count: 2,291
EXPLICIT CONTENT MINORS DNI!!
Warnings: sub!virgin!s1!Spencer, fem!dom!reader, smut, unprotected sex, hand job, praise kink, a ton of pet names, language
we all would've kissed him in that pool let's not lie to ourselves
Spencer was pretty rattled after the whole Lila situation. The entire team had seen him on the front page of a magazine next to the actress being named the ‘Mystery Man’ in her life and they’d teased him for the majority of the flight back to Quantico.
When you finally arrived it was late so most of the team headed straight home to catch up on a few days of sleep. You wanted to follow suit but you’d left some files on your desk before you left for the last case so you quickly went up to the office to grab them.
The elevator dinged and you stepped out into the dark room. Most of the other agents had already gone home, however, you saw the faint glow of a desk lamp shining in the middle of the room. You walked towards the light, your eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness around you. Moving closer to the light you soon realised that it was Spencer, sulking over his desk.
“Hey, you not heading home?” you asked, causing him to lift his head from whatever he was looking at. He took a moment to register who you were and you realised he had no idea you were even there until you spoke.
“I’m just finishing off some stuff,” Spencer mumbled. You leaned over to see what it was he was sulking over and were surprised when you saw not paper work, but that same magazine. He noticed you looking at it and sighed.
“You know we, uh… I kissed her. In the pool,” he stuttered.
“Wow, good for you Reid,” you remarked. “You gonna call her?”
“Eh, I don’t know. I don’t think I should,” he began. “I kept explaining to her about transference and how she probably only liked me because I was there to protect her.”
“Hey, don’t sell yourself short.” You rest your hip against his desk. “You saved her life. If she’s not head over heels for you after that then she’s not worth your time.”
Spencer sighed, looking down again at the magazine. He bit his lip anxiously.
“Have you ever crossed professional boundaries with a victim?” he asked.
“No, I haven’t,” you replied bluntly.
“I’m in trouble, aren’t I?” he looked up at you with a concerned expression.
“Spence, it’ll be fine,” you reassured him, placing your hand on top of his. He gave you a defeated smile. You smiled back before going back to what you were actually in the office for.
You walked over to your desk and quickly grabbed the files you planned to take home.
“Goodnight,” Spencer said as you passed his desk again, headed towards the elevator.
You were about to reply when you were hit with a sudden sympathy for Spencer.
“Were you planning on getting the train home?” you asked him. He nodded.
“It’s late. Why don’t I give you a ride?”
“Um, yeah, ok. Thanks,” he said, scrambling to pick up his things. He grabbed his bag and rushed towards you.
The ride to Spencer’s apartment building was quiet. Spencer sat staring out the window. The way his leg was bouncing up and down told you that he was still bothered by what had happened on that case.
“Please stop,” you said, placing your hand on his leg to stop it moving.
“What?” he snapped.
“Why are you beating yourself up over this?” you said, pulling into a parking spot outside Spencer’s building. “A hot actress kissed you in her pool and you’re acting like the world just ended. You know, most guys would be over the moon right now.”
“Yeah, but most guys don’t care that it was just a one time thing,” Spencer complained, turning to face you. “I do care. I don’t- I’ve never even- I’m a-,” he stuttered, but you understood what he was trying to say.
“Oh,” you said, not particularly surprised that the man beside you was a virgin.
“I’m just not sure how to make my feelings for her go away,” Spencer groaned.
“Do you want them to go away?” you asked.
“Yes,” he breathed. You lifted your hand from his leg and grabbed his chin between your finger and thumb, pulling him closer.
“Do you want me to make them go away?” you whispered.
“Yes, please,” Spencer gulped.
You slowly closed the gap between the two of you, gently placing your lips on his. You could tell he was inexperienced by the way his body tensed at your touch. But, eventually, he sank into the kiss. You guided his hand to your waist and ran your own hands through his hair.
Breathlessly, Spencer pulled away from you, his lips red and swollen.
“Come up to my apartment, please,” he whined. You nodded, kissing him again quickly before getting out of the car and letting him lead you to his apartment.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” you asked as he opened the door to his bedroom.
“Yes, I’m sure,” he said. Then his face fell. “Why? Do you not want me?”
“Of course, I do,” you comforted him, grabbing his hand. “Anyone who doesn’t want you obviously has no taste.”
He smiled and this time he initiated the kiss. You began trailing kisses down his jaw, whispering praises against his skin as you went.
“You’re a genius. You’re beautiful. I think about you all the time.”
“You do?” he interrupted you.
“All the time,” you confirmed.
Spencer involuntarily grinded the bulge that had grown in his pants against you, seeking friction. You rubbed it with one hand and cupped his face with the other.
“Need some help with that?” you asked. Spencer nodded eagerly.
You reached for his belt, unbuckling it and pulling down his pants. Spencer quickly pulled off his underwear too, desperate to release his aching dick. You smirked, not expecting him to be the size he was.
“Such a pretty cock,” you said, undoing the buttons of Spencer’s shirt and pulling it off his arms. His breathing quickened at the sound of your praise and you didn’t want to keep him waiting any longer.
“Go lie down,” you told him. He did as you asked and you followed him to the bed. You sat down beside him and admired his slight figure.
“Morgan’s right to call you pretty boy,” you said, leaning down to kiss his smooth chest. “You’re a pretty boy, aren’t you?”
“I, uh-,” he stammered.
“Tell me you’re a pretty boy and I’ll make you feel good,” you said between kisses.
“I’m a pretty boy,” Spencer whined desperately.
“Good boy,” you told him, slowly sliding your hand down his stomach to his dick. You ran your finger up the shaft, just barely touching it. Spencer bit his lip in an attempt to stifle his moans.
“No, don’t do that, baby boy,” you demanded. “I want to hear your pretty voice.”
Instantly, Spencer let out a high pitched whimper.
“That’s it. That’s what I want to hear.”
From his reactions so far you could tell that praise was the best way to turn Spencer on. So, you continued to stroke his dick and shower him in praise.
“You know what? I don’t think you and Lila would’ve worked, even if you lived closer to each other and didn’t have two of the hardest jobs to have a relationship in.”
“Why’s that?” Spencer whispered breathily, furrowing his brows.
You moved your hand to the top of his cock, rubbing the tip with your thumb as you explained.
“Because she’s an actress. They get off on praise.” You profiled her, which Spencer found incredibly attractive. That, combined with your thumb circling his tip caused precum to drip down his dick.
You continued. “If you two were together, she’d be begging for all the praise. But you wouldn’t want that would you?”
Spencer shook his head, eyes tightly shut.
You began to pump your hand up and down his dick, slow at first, but you sped up with every whine that fell through his lips.
His inexperience meant he didn’t last long and soon he was whimpering something you could only assume was his way of saying his was going to cum.
“That’s ok, baby boy,” you said, not slowing the pace of your hand. His dick twitched and his cum shot from it, covering your hand and his stomach.
“Good boy,” you praised, removing your hand from his cock.
He whimpered at the loss of contact but his mood lifted again at the sight of you licking his cum from your fingers.
“You taste so good, angel,” you said as you bent down to lick the rest of the cum of his stomach.
“Did I make you feel good?” you asked him, wiping your mouth.
“Yes, so good,” he croaked, his voice already hoarse.
“Do you want me to do it again?”
Spencer nodded but you weren’t satisfied.
“I want to hear you say it,” you insisted.
“I want you to make me feel good again. I want to make you feel good. I want you to fuck me,” he rambled.
“Ok, pretty boy, ok.”
You got up from the side of the bed and moved to the bottom of it. Quickly, you threw off your clothes and climbed onto the bottom of the bed. You gently kissed Spencer’s thighs, the sensitivity causing him to shudder.
“So beautiful,” you said, wanting to admire every part of his body.
You moved up his body, sitting yourself just below his dick.
“You’re sure about this,” you checked one last time.
“Yes, fuck, please,” he begged.
Aware that he had never done this before, you slowly and carefully slid him inside you.
“Fuck, that’s good, baby boy,” you hummed.
Spencer groaned loudly at the new sensation your pussy created around his cock.
You waited a while for both you and Spencer to get used to that sensation before you began a slow rhythm up and down on him.
“Lila would’ve been too attention seeking for you, sweetheart,” you continued with your mission of trying to make Spencer lose feelings for Lila, even though you were pretty sure you succeeded in that the minute you laid your lips on his.
“You need someone who can give you all the attention. She expects to be treated like a princess. But that’s what you want; to be treated like a princess, right?” you joked.
But, when he answered, “Yes, that’s what I want,” you realised that he didn’t think you were joking.
“Oh, really, princess,” you laughed. “Well, if that’s what you so desire.”
You rolled your hips deeply so Spencer reached parts of you that no one else ever had. You both moaned loudly. You’re hands travelled to his chest for stability. You ran them up and down it gently, every so often gripping his shoulders.
“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you’re eyes are?” you smiled, brushing the piece of hair that had fallen in his face back behind his ear.
Spencer shook his head, unable to form words as your movements became faster and sloppier. He shut his eyes, a single tear falling from them from overstimulation.
“No, don’t shut them, princess,” you told him, catching on to the whole ‘princess’ thing. “I want to see them, ok?”
Spencer did as he was told and opened his eyes again.
“That’s a good boy.”
You hadn’t been going long but again Spencer began to become that same whimpering mess he was the last time he needed to cum. He looked up at you with pleading eyes. He probably had the most beautiful eyes you’d ever seen.
“Do you need to cum?” you asked.
“Sorry, I thought I could last longer this time,” he apologised.
“Don’t you dare ever apologise for that,” you told him off. “Cum for me, princess. I want to see how pretty you look when you’re writhing beneath me.”
You grinded slowly down on him, the absence of speed making Spencer jut up into you, spilling his cum inside you. His movement pushed him even further in, hitting you in just the right spot for you to reach your orgasm too. You tried your best to be quiet, desperate to hear the beautiful noises that came from Spencer’s mouth.
Spencer shook beneath you, not even attempting to hold back his whines. You stroked his face lovingly as you caught your breath.
“Well done, baby boy. You did so good. You made me feel so good.”
All Spencer could do was moan in response, still too overstimulated to speak.
When you finally composed yourself you climbed off Spencer and walked to the bathroom.
“Where are you going?” he asked needily.
Within a few seconds you walked out of the bathroom carrying a towel.
“I’m just going to clean you up, Spence,” you replied.
“Oh,” he smiled to himself. “Thanks.”
“Anytime, princess.”
Once you had him all cleaned up you got back into bed. He immediately nuzzled into you.
“Can you stay here tonight?” he asked in the darkness.
“I’m pretty sure the night’s almost over, pretty boy,” you said, hugging his head where he’d placed it on your chest.
You laced your fingers in his, bringing them up to kiss the back of his hand.
“Such pretty hands,” you admired.
“Are you gonna call every part of me pretty?” he laughed.
“Are you opposed to that?” you questioned.
“Not at all.”
“So, what about Lila? Did I help you lose feelings for her,’ you asked, suddenly remembering how you even got into this situation in the first place.
“Yeah, I think you did,” he replied. “There’s just one problem, though.”
“What’s that.” You gave him a concerned look.
“I think I’ve caught feelings for someone else.”
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part 3 - [Lost in Madrid]
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author note; judiño truly is a menace to society, but also a goof. hope you like it, guys!!!!!!
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“i bet you can’t hit the crossbar from here.” lucas, a young player from another football team, speaks up, playfully hitting judes shoulder.
jude chuckles, eyes now looking at the goals crossbar lucas was referring to. it is located on the right side of the benches, a bit smaller than an actual goal, but that wouldn’t be a problem for him. he also sees another person sitting on the benches, their head turned down, probably reading something from their book.
jude takes the ball and places it in front of him, looking at the crossbar them back at the ball as he takes a fee steps back, only to run back up to the ball and kick it with his right foot. immediately the ball flys up, some pieces if grass getting pulled along as he and a few other teammates watch the ball fly to direction of the goal.
too weak, he thinks to himself, though he does not habe enough time to criticize himself any further, his eyes widening as he sees where exactly the ball was flying to.
“yo, watch out!” he screams on the top of his lungs, a few other guys doing the same, to no avail.
[un]fortunately, you hear their calls, a bit late though, because as soon as you look up you are met with a football directly hitting the right side of your face, pushing you back against your seat.
“fuck.” jude mutters to himself under his breath, already jogging towards you and coach lagarde, who was crouched in front of you.
his heart threatens to jump out his chest, it feels like he couldn’t breathe and different scenarios are going through his head until he reaches the two of you,
“señor i am, so, fuck, i am so sorry.” the words leave his mouth, almost like he couldn’t control them.
both men look at you, sitting in your seat with your head in your hands, taking deep breaths. jude bends down slightly, hand softly touching your shoulder, as if he was afraid to hurt you any further.
“i am, eh, mucho, mucho siento.”
great, now isn’t the right time to forget how to speak spanish properly, he almost gave you a concussion, or fuck, what if you have a concussion because of his stupid mistake.
you take another deep breath and lift your head, eyes still closed. you try to open them, it seems as if the bright outside bothers you, making you close your eyes again. jude sees a few tears slip down your cheek and decides to stand in front of you, shielding you from the sun. you open them again, blinking rapidly until you get used to the light.
he hears you mumble something under your breath, and looks around to gibe you something that might help, his eyes register a feeling water bottles on the ground and he immediately picks one up, opens its lid and hands it to you, “here.”
you thank him, taking a few sips to help you to calm down.
“that was a hell of a shot.” you say, voice raspy, making judes skin tickle.
he scratches the back of his neck, sighing, “yeah, sorry about that.”
coach lagarde decides to take you to the nurse, telling him to go back to the field and continue his training. so, he does as he is told and groans as he sees his teammates faces.
“is that your way of flirting?” one of them asks, earning a round of giggles from the others.
“shut it, amigo. i hope it’s not a concussion.” jude turns to look at the door you and señor disappeared into, hoping to speak to you before you leave.
training resumes again, though jude can’t help but let his thoughts wander on, thinking about ways to apologize to you. he should definitely go to the nurse as soon as he can, just find a way to talk to you and make sure that you are doing well. jude can’t help but cringe at the accident that happened earlier, passing the ball back to his teammate as he moves up to a different position. hitting someone in their face? that has never happened before! why would it happen now, out of all times.
as soon as training ends and the coach reminds them to eat their protein, jude quickly moves to walk into the nurse office, eyes searching for you everywhere.
“buenos días.” he walks in, but other than the nurse no one was inside the office, making his shoulders sack.
“¿Cómo puedo ayudarte chico?” the lady asks, eyes curious.
“eh,” jude pauses, thinking of ways to speak spanish, however he gives up as no actual word comes to his mind and decides to stick to english, “did someone come in here earlier? with señor lagarde?”
the woman nods, telling him that you have already left twenty minutes ago, also adding that it wasn’t that bad, that you would be okay by tomorrow. jude thanks her and wishes her a nice day as he leaves her office, a sigh leaving his lips as he continues to walk to the parking lot where his mother would be waiting for him.
he’ll definitely apologize to you, he just has to find the right moment to do so.
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the cafeteria is buzzing with people talking and laughing during their break, the air conditioning is working overtime, though it stands no chance against madrids heat, and the crowd inside.
though jude only spends two days of the week at the center, he can’t help but feel a certain familiarity as he walks through the cafeteria, eyes looking through the tables of people, searching for someone.
even though this someone isn’t someone he actually knows, this person made him spent extra time on his hair and skincare routine this morning, making him trim his beard - if you can even call it that - and cut his nails. he chose his nicest pair of sport gear, wanting to get a reaction from you.
he holds his head high, eyes focused on finding your head, causing him to accidentally bump into someone.
“didn’t see you there.” he says, eyes still wandering, adding a quick, “‘m sorry.” as he moves on, thinking that he sighted you.
it is only when he is ten meters away that he notices that, fuck, you are the person he bumped into, not even giving you a proper apology once again. he quickly turns around, panicky expression on and high alerted. however you are no where to be seen, seemingly having left the cafeteria after the small incident.
jude sighs, “fucking great.”
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the following week, jude tried his best to gain your attention somehow, but the only time to do so is during practice. so, he does what everyone would do in his situation, be an attention seeker.
he would be extra loud, yell at your direction and wave, not really gaining any reaction whatsoever.
other times, he tries to - gently - flank the football towards the bench you are sitting on, or try to hit your legs softly whenever your back is turned away, speaking to coach lagarde.
however, nothing - and he genuinely means nothing - would make you react. like a stone cold person, you’d just stand there, maybe look annoyed to the direction the ball came from, but nothing else.
truly frustrating.
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it has already been a week since you and jude - forcefully- spent the evening in your home, talking [he was doing that for the most part] and enjoying each other’s company [he for sure did]. he feels like a friendship between you two isn’t impossible anymore, since you also [kinda] got used to his presence.
so, whenever he is at the center, getting in his spanish lessons and what not, he will also spend time with you. you still won’t let him walk you home, claiming that it is too much for now and that you would rather wake with your friend.
at first he thought that said friend of yours would be that woman that you sometimes get coffee with from the cafeteria, so immersed in your conversation that you won’t even notice jude sitting across from you at another table, eyes looking at your fave at any given chance.
he is proven wrong when he walks past your apartment building one day, on his way to get some snacks, seeing you and some other dude walking down the street, laughing and seemingly having a good time. you solely focus on that mana face, nodding and smiling at whatever he says, making judes blood boil in a way he has never felt before. if he could, would’ve run across the street to pull you away from that guy, telling you that he is way funnier than him and that you should look at him that way. he internally pats his own shoulder for not giving in to his thoughts, continuing his walk to the store to get his snacks.
now, the two of you are sitting on the bench outside on the sidelines of the field, jude spending his water break talking to you.
“so like, you just listen and watch how we react to given commands from señor?” he questions your work here, genuine interest present in his voice.
you nod, swallowing the piece if bread in your mouth, “i just watch how you guys pick up the language, in comparison to babies, for example. babies learn the language because they naturally need to communicate in order to express themselves. now, you guys are older, able to express your needs. but i want to see how you would do it in an environment that isn’t in your familiarity, y’know?”
“ahh.” he nods again, taking another sip from his bottle.
you look pretty today, he notes, eyes looking at your outfit, then your face. the sun starts to set slowly, crafting calming colors in the sky, adding to your prettiness.
“is this your last session, today?” he asks, bending down to tighten his shoelaces.
“yeah.”
“let’s stay after practice-“
you cut him off, “no, i still don’t want you to walk me home-“
he scoffs, “i wanted to stay and practice a little longer with you, but okay. main character syndrome is real.”
you hum, before agreeing, telling him you’ll wait. jude smiles and gets up from his seat, ready to go back. “you know, i am funnier than your guy that walks you home.”
“lorenzo?” you look up at him, eyes meeting his.
damn, even your eyes are fucking pretty.
“don’t care about what his name is, you would laugh louder with me than you do with him.” jude continues, a weird feeling taking place in his chest.
oh no, is he getting influenced by your negative energy?
“that’s rude.” you mock him, mimicking his voice and accent, horribly failing at it, too.
this makes him laugh, almost giggling like a little schoolboy. he catches himself, turning quiet and clearing his throat.
“i, eh, i should go.” fuck, why was he making things so awkward?
you cutely smile at him, oh god - you cutely smile at him - telling him you will be here until he finishes the session.
this gives him the boost of motivation he needed to go through the practice session, smile never leaving his lips and eyes wandering to your direction every once in a while.
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“this is why you wanted to stay longer? to race?” you rest your hands on your hips, looking at jude the way his mother would look at him whenever he did something he shouldn’t have.
“it will be fun! strengthen our bond!” he explains himself, coming back to stand next to you after putting a cone a few meters away from you guys as a finish line.
“we aren’t friends.” you quickly deny, making jude chuckle.
“oh, we so are.” he says, stretching his arms a bit, “we are like, wait, lemme think, eh. do you know those moon and sun duos on tiktok?”
“no, i don’t.”
“you’re definitely the moon, all gloomy and dark and cold and mean and i am the sun, super nice, wholesome, hot and beautiful.” he explains, giggling at the sour expression you throw at his direction.
jude tells you to get in position, counting down to three to signal the go. you get ready, determined to give your best even though you wish to lay in your bed right now. it doesn’t matter that he plays football for a living and has been running around his whole life. you won’t go down without a fight.
“okay,” jude raises his voice, bending down slightly, “one, two,” he looks at you, seriousness painting your face, “three!” and before you know it, jude pushes you away, making you lose your balance and almost fall down as he sprints away, passing the finish line faster than you can register.
“dude!” you yell out, “what the hell was that?!” you walk up to him, but he doesn’t take you serious, hands resting on his knees as he loudly laughs at you.
only when you start to hit his shoulder he stands up, jogging away from your hands, to no avail, as you decide to follow him and continue to hit him with your hands.
“stop moving! i will end you!” you yell out, now properly running after him, his laugh booming through the entire field.
you don’t know how long this goes on for, but before you know both of you are laying on the ground, heavy breaths leaving your mouths and sweat shining on your forehead, covering your body as well. jude was the first one to lay down, taking you with him as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you down with him. you are too out of breath to notice, but his warm hand stays wrapped around your wrist, his thumb gently caressing the inside of it.
“i hope you know,” you calm down a bit, turning your head to the left to look at him, his eyes already focused on you, “you are so, incredibly, indescribably, so out of this world-ly, annoying. i genuinely hope you know and understand that.”
“wow,” jude smirks, hand letting go of your wirst to prob his head against it, now looking down at you a bit, “and i thought you would confess you undying love and adoration towards me.”
“in your dreams.” you roll your eyes. looking back up at the sky.
“in my dreams we do even more than that.” he winks - heh, he wishes - at you, even though he knows that you don’t see it.
you groan, hitting his chest with your left hand. of course he would say something like that, but you can’t help and laugh at your current situation. here you are, laying on faux grass, the sun setting, the breeze softly kissing your skin.
“what’s so funny.” jude asks, also smiling.
you shrug, not sure what to say, “don’t know, ‘m just, like, i guess i’m just happy right now?”
“me too.” jude lays back onto his back, facing up to look at the sky.
everything right now is just, perfect.
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with lorenzo by your side, the two of you walk into the cafeteria, your lunch break finally in the same time slot. it has been a busy week, with many new students coming in and practice sessions going longer than usual. these are the last two weeks before international break for the volleyball players, their teams demanding them to take in as many courses as they can.
“maybe you should make them read books?” lorenzo suggests, his hand on the small of your back to guide you to your table.
sighing, you shake your head and take seat, “that won’t help, many of them can’t even right a sentence correctly due to the silent letters.”
lorenzo hums, taking a bite from his sandwich. since he only has spanish players trying to learn english, he won’t be in such a hurry to get through the lessons as fast as you are.
your eyes scan the room, not particularly searching for anything [that’s a lie], seeing all the people talk amongst themselves and laughing at the stuff by said. the second month of your internship already started, but it feels like forever since you started here. you grew to love these people, the food and the culture. you are happy with the job you have here and the friends you made. but when you can’t spot the person you are actually looking for - yes, you admit it - you feel your shoulders sack, disappointment spreading through your chest.
it’s not like you miss jude, no, you don’t, but seeing him just makes your day feel complete. ever since the two of you started to spend more time together, you [forcefully] started to enjoy his presence more than you ever thought you would. jude still is as annoying as ever, constantly teasing you whenever he gets the chance, but that only let’s you tease him back as well, comfortable banter between you two.
“you good, linda?”
lorenzos voice pulls you out of your thoughts, making you focus on him once more.
you smile, nodding simply at his words as you take a sip from your juice.
he leans forward, voice low, “don’t make it obvious, but the british player behind you look at you like he wants to throw knives at your head.”
you immediately turn around, heart beating fast since you know whom he is referring to.
and there he is, eyes narrowed and jaw clenched. the hand on top of the table is also clenched, and instead of focusing on the conversation around the table, he just looks at you, or more like, past you, at lorenzo.
“nah, that is his default stare.” you wave off, turning back to drink your juice, a smile finding its way onto your lips.
you quickly realize what is happening and try to shake out of it, smile instantly vanishing.
what the fuck was happening to you? did he actually manage to influence you with his stupid behavior? would you also be this annoying now?
lorenzo shrugs, finishing his food and taking your dishes back to the cleaning station. you follow suit, turning back once more to have a final look at jude, his eyes already focused on you. he sends you a wink - not really - and you respond with a wave, turning around to walk back to your class with lorenzo.
you day goes on like it always does, answering questions, correcting reports and spending time on the field to watch the practice sessions go on. you also have few conversations with other players, asking them about their experience when learning a language and having to usw it during stressful situations. the process of your thesis slowly builds up, the results better than you anticipated.
as you pack your back after the session, the you feel somebody standing in front of you, blocking the sunlight to hit your body. looking up, you see a sweaty jude, breath rising and falling in a even manner.
“can i help you, señor bellingham?” you ask, standing up, eyes never leaving his.
are you the only one that suddenly feels really hot?
“walk with me?”
“you smell.” you scrunch your face, smile however still visible.
“the showers here are weird, i’ll shower at home.” he pats his forehead with a towel, “so, walk with me?” he asks again, hopeful tone never wavering.
you tilt your head to the side, “doesn’t your mother pick you up?”
“told her that we are walking home-“
“lying is bad, judy.” you throw in, making him roll his eyes.
“-so you have to walk with me.”
“it’s not my fault that you lied to your mum, jude.” you shrug, starting to walk away.
you don’t have to turn around to know that jude follows you, you can already feel his body heat on your back. he is close, you note, though as you turn around you seem to underestimate how close he actually is. your face is close to his broad chest, you can smell his perfume mixed with sweat and the scent of grass. you should be gagging at how close you are to his sweaty body, but somehow it doesn’t bother you as mich as you thought it would. instead, you feel your heart racing, its sound in your ears. jude looks down at you, dark eyes pulling you into a trance.
before you get too immersed, you pull back, “eh, excuse me? ever heard something of personal space?”
he shrugs, picking up his own back to sling it over his shoulder. he walks ahead, opening gate to leave the field, “let’s go home, wanna shower.”
you don’t say anything, deciding to walk through the gate and wait for jude to shut it behind him. you begin to walk home, comfortable silence settling between you two, the suns setting rays feeling like fairy dust on your skin. the sky is orange, hints or purple and pink creating the perfect scene for a relaxing walk. from the conner of your eye you try to look at jude, wanting to see if he enjoys this walk as mich as you do. he simply looks ahead, soft smile and shoulders relaxed. he looks really good surrounded by the different colors of the sky.
“you’re pretty.” your voice is soft.
hearing you say that makes jude trip, making him choke on his own spit and coughing violently. your eyes widen, you immediately start to hit his back to make him regain his composure. the laughs spill from your lips, it is out of your control.
“thanks-“ he coughs again, hitting his chest to help him calm down, “thanks. i know.” his voice, a few seconds ago high pitched, is now low, wanting to sound cool even though you just giggle at his antics.
“wow,” you mockingly say, “what happened to the over confident man that used to brag how hot he is? is this what a compliment does to you?”
“no, it’s just, y’know, your first time being nice to me.” he explains, switching place with you so he would walk on the outside of the road, his touch on your shoulder leaving a burning feeling on it.
eyebrows drawn together, you look at his side profile, “that’s not true! i am always super nice to you!”
“nah.”
“i am!”
he pauses, eyes looking at yours before he looks ahead, “nah.”
“puta.” you say under your breath.
“i heard that.” jude slightly bumps his shoulder against yours, making you sway.
“good.” you return his gesture - though he doesn’t move at all.
soon enough you arrive at your apartment building, slowly coming to halt with jude now standing in front of you. you don’t know what to do, should you hug him as a goodbye? should you shake his hand, pat his shoulder? shit, this is harder than you thought it would be.
it seems like jude could read your mind, because before you know it, you feel his arms around your body, pulling you against him. you are too slow to react, he pulls away and smiles at you, making your knees feel weak.
what is happening? what is all of this?
“soo,” you begin, suddenly all shy around him, oh god, what is this?
“soo,” jude mirrors your stance, hands behind his back, “it isn’t that bad to walk home with me, eh?”
you hum, slightly rocking back and forth on your heels, “it was bearable.” you agree, your cheeks start to hurt from all the smiling you have done in the past few minutes.
“does that mean you would do it again?” he asks, eyes holding the stars in them, the sunset behind him making him look so pretty, it hurt.
“hm, maybe?” you tease back, taking a step back to lean against the front door, “i enjoy walking home with lorenzo as well, he is quite charming.”
jude scoffs, hands now on his hips, a signal that he is being serious, “he ain’t all that. bet i can beat him in a 100 meter sprint.”
you laugh, shrugging “who knows?”
“just you wait, i’ll show you.” he also starts to walk backwards, motioning turning around yet, “so, dinner at ours sometime?”
you nod, “sure, i’d love that.”
“great.”
“great.”
the two of you silently look at each other, as if engaging in a conversation with your eyes. jude waves at you one last time before turning around to continue his way home. though he doesn’t see it, you wave back, not really sure why you do it.
you walk up to your apartment, opening the door and taking off your shoes. after washing your hands and preparing yourself something to eat you sit down onto the couch in living room, or phone at hand. you reply back to some of your friends, update your mom about your day and send her a few pictures of the places you have visited in the last week. just as you want to put your phone down to eat the last few bites of your pasta, you hear your phone go off - a new notification.
[from; Jude Bellingham]: u up?
[to; Jude Bellingham]: still don’t wanna fuck you.
[from; Jude Bellingham]: THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT
[to; Jude Bellingham]: suree
[to; Jude Bellingham]: what did you need?
[from; Jude Bellingham]: okay rude
[from; Jude Bellingham]: can’t i just start a conversation with my friend???
[from; Jude Bellingham]: yknow like friends do???
[to; Jude Bellingham]: no
[to; Jude Bellingham]: babysitting hours are over
[from; Jude Bellingham]: AHA
[from; Jude Bellingham]: so you admit that we r friends??
[to; Jude Bellingham]: good night jude
[from; Jude Bellingham]: booooo tomato tomato
you roll your eyes as you lock your phone, getting up to wash your dishes. your phone rings again, but you only get to it around twenty minutes later, being caught up in cleaning your kitchen and writing a grocery list for tomorrow.
INSTAGRAM
[@yourinsta] @judebellingham wants to follow you!
you roll your eyes, not even fighting off the smile on your lips. you don’t think twice and accept his request, following him back. you stay on his account, deciding to stalk him a little.
that’s what everyone does, right?
you look through his following, smile slowly fading as you see how many models he follows. but, you shake out of it, you shouldn’t let this get to you, you think, he is an attractive, young and successful guy, obviously he would be in touch with other women. instead of making yourself sad, you leave the app, sighing.
he is a guy, a pretty guy and single. what if he has a girlfriend? and never got the chance to tell you about it? that wouldn’t be unexpected, he is a nice person. oh, this feeling in your chest, the way it reaches down to your stomaches leaves a sour taste in your mouth.
you get up and go to the bathroom to wash your face and get bed ready.
you shouldn’t jump into any conclusions, they might be his friends! just like you are, maybe. you should just let things go, be normal and enjoy your time here in madrid. jude doesn’t owe you any explanation.
finishing your routine, you get under your bedsheets, sighing once more before deciding to relax.
everything will be just fine.
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at the same time, jude lays in his bed, lights out, his phone screen illuminating his face. his fingers scroll down his following list, removing every woman that isn’t you, or one of his close friends. his cheeks already hurt from smiling the entire evening and his chest feels light.
as he finishes his task, he moves back to re-reads your guy’s chat from earlier, giggling when he reads your cute answers. oh god, how could you be so funny without even trying?
he locks his phone, putting it screen down against his chest as he looks up the ceiling, feeling impatient as he waits for the next day to arrive.
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I know, I know I'm a scratched record
But I'm dying to hear your thoughts on the Wakfu finale when you get to it!
I just finished watching it and it's uuh... hmm. I read people saying the finale was "satisfactory" but I am not fully on board with that sentiment.
Too much left unanswered, not enough wrapped up, too rushed to get to the end.
I know the Waven game is a continuation of sorts, it takes place decades after Wakfu's conclusion so that game might hold some answers or closure, buuuuttt... I'm not interested enough in the game to play and find out. I guess I've grown a bit tired of the whole cross-media info/lore some franchises love to do (like Blizzard and covering important info across the Warcraft games, books and short stories).
Wakfu season 4 obviously has an open ending, no matter that it is the final season, so who knows what might follow. I'm just a little saddened that the story picked up a little too late this season but the animation, particularly during action scenes, was pretty great... when not using the same static images of characters xDD They loved that a little too much but I understand the budget wasn't that big so I can't really fault Ankama for it.
Did I like this season? Mmmyyeeaaah, it's a mixed bag. Better than season 3 but not better than the first two seasons or even the OVA episodes. Glad it exists but I don't feel super satisfied with its conclusion.
HEAVY SPOILERS ahead, so be mindful but gonna share some thoughts:
Seeing Joris play a bigger part in the second half of the 4th season, and him vibing with Adamaï made me very giddy and happy. Love that for them, hope they become good friends. And thank fek neither of them died. RIP, Qilby, Armand and Brakmar (maybe?). The guys who needed to redeem themselves got their chance, at least.
Goddess Eliatrope was a big disappointment and an unlikeable character but I guess that was kind of the point...? Angry that she totally ignored Chibi and Grougal, like what the fuck even? Didn't even show a hint of acknowledgment towards them. What if they wanted to meet mom, huh?? And what even happened to Baltazar and Glip, who were in Emrub with the same kids that were asleep in Goddess Eliatrope's belly? What did she do with them?
But hey, at least my headcanon that the Sadida and Eliatropes will combine into a single kingdom/people (which I also wrote about in my Rebirth fic) actually happening was pretty satisfying x'D It even has Wakfu-infused trees, om nom nom.
A little frustrated with Necroworld (not the same Necroworld from the Transformers: Lost Light comics) because it's supposed to be a different planet in some other universe but it had dofus (dragon eggs) and races of the Twelve like Sadida, Sram and Sacrier. It was pretty confusing... Imo, it should have been something similar to The Upside Down (Stranger Things), or an alternate version of the world of Twelve rather than a completely separate place. But eh...
Why did nobody care about the state Inglorium was in, or that the Gods have disappeared? That bothered me so so so soooo much during the first two episodes; nobody non-Eliatrope or non-demigod cared that their God/Goddess was... well... gone. Aside from God Iop, where are they?? Hated the disinterest, hated the silence around it. Guess that's a mystery that will be unraveled in some other media.
Yugo grew tall and handsome and I'm not afraid to say it. Happy for him, though him suddenly growing so quickly was a bit silly. I figured there would be a time skip to justify his 'growth' that we saw in promotional images and teasers. Won't complain though, he deserved to finally be in a body that reflects his actual age, it took him long enough!
"Bootleg Alys" from the Dofus movie made a cameo in episode 11 which made me snerk. (I noticed a few more background characters from the movie that were re-used in episode 11.)
And that's all I have to say, at least here on Tumblr. It was quite a ride.
A big thanks Ankama and all the Kickbackers that made it possible; this show had its ups and downs over the past decade but it was enjoyable and loved. It still holds a special place in my heart and I will keep a tiny eye out for more Krozmos stuff in the future (like Welsh & Shedar, gimme!!).
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(GFL Short Fic) AN-94 attempts romance
AN-94 has no idea how to approach romance, given her lack of social skills and knowledge about humans in general.
But she would do her best to let her feelings be known!
AN-94 sat in her dorm dressed in her casual uniform, that being a black t-shirt and pants. Her gaze was focused on the wall, but she was fighting a mental battle.
She had learned that she quite enjoyed spending time with one of the human personnel, who seemed to feel the same. But it was...strange. It wasn't quite the same nature of how she felt for the rest of DEFY.
According to (Y/N), she seemed to smile around them and acted differently. What did humans call two people that were always together again?
(AN-94) "...A couple?"
That's right, they were called 'couples' according to the internet searches she had conducted in her head. But how did one become a couple? As far as she could tell, they were just friends. If that internet definition was even right, anyway.
(AK-12's Voice) "Thinking about (Y/N) again?"
(AN-94) "Ah, yes. Do you know how couples are made, AK-12?"
AK-12's Advice
(AK-12) "Hm, I'm not entirely sure. But why bother asking me when you could do so yourself? Come on, go out there and be yourself! I'm sure it'll be fine!"
AN-94 nodded.
(AN-94) "Understood. Commencing mission."
She left the dorm with a determined walk, AK-15 and RPK-16 looking outwards after her.
(AK-15) "...You realize this will end poorly, correct?"
(AK-12) "Probably. But better to learn from failure, eh?"
(RPK-16) "Agreed."
...
(Y/N) "So, what brings you by today, 94? Need something?"
(AN-94) "I am just being myself."
(Y/N) "...I-Is that right?"
(AN-94) "Is that a problem?"
(Y/N) "Hah, no. I don't mind a bit. I'm just gonna be organizing some paperwork for the commander, I can't imagine it's exactly exciting."
(AN-94) "Then allow me to help."
(Y/N) "Sure, that'd be great! Thanks again!"
AN-94 helped (Y/N) with the paperwork. True to her mission, she remained herself, not mentioning a single thing about her feelings towards (Y/N) and remaining almost silent the entire time.
For (Y/N), it was quite a comfortable silence. For AN-94, she was even more confused. She had changed nothing, why was (Y/N) not mentioning they were in love yet?
RPK-16's Advice
(RPK-16) "So, they didn't have a reaction?"
(AN-94) "Negative. I am unsure what I did wrong."
(RPK-16) "Hm, well you do have the sort of air to just be seen through..."
AN-94 slightly frowned at the comment until RPK-16 excitedly put her hands together.
(RPK-16) "How about physical contact? Humans are quite like rabbits where they desperately crave it!"
(AN-94) "Physical contact?...I see, that may work."
...
(Y/N) was suddenly confused as to why AN-94 was suddenly in their quarters. Not to mention she was completely still, her face literally in their chest.
It also didn't help they were also on their bed. She remained unmoving like a statue, and she was acting as if there was nothing wrong.
(Y/N) "U-Um...!"
(AN-94) "Does this bother you?"
Her voice was muffled in their shirt.
(Y/N) "A-A little. It's almost midnight, why are you just-"
(AN-94) "Then this method is not working. Please, excuse me."
Quickly removing herself from their upper torso, she stood back up and left the room without saying anything else, leaving an extremely confused (Y/N).
Commander's Advice
(AN-94) "...And that explains my situation, sir."
(Commander) "...Now, I know I have an open door policy, but why did you come to me about this?"
(AN-94) "Are you unversed in romance, sir?"
The commander awkwardly coughed into his hand, adjusting his jacket's collar and trying to ignore the fact AN-94 had just called him out for being single.
(Commander) "I'm just saying there are probably others who's far better at reading these kinds of emotions. Plus, that probably confused the hell out of poor (Y/N)..."
(AN-94) "They did seem quite perplexed as to why I was so close to them."
(Commander) "...Oh, I know who could help!"
He said, snapping his finger. He quickly reached for a nearby intercom and called out the T-Doll's name.
Springfield's Advice
Springfield brought out a small tray containing four muffins she had baked, giving AN-94 a warm smile.
(Springfield) "You know what they say! The quickest way to a person's heart is their stomach!"
AN-94 contemplated that for a moment before Springfield cleared her throat.
(Springfield) "It's a metaphor dear. Before you tear out their internal organs, it means that they'll get your message of love a lot faster if you give them good food!"
AN-94 nodded and stared at the muffins.
(AN-94) "But...these are made by you. Would (Y/N) not love you instead of me?"
Springfield couldn't help but giggle at her innocence. AN-94 tilted her head.
(Springfield) "I'm sorry, that wasn't meant to offend, sweetie. Well, you do have a good point, it would mean a bit more if it came from you, but-"
(AN-94) "May I borrow your kitchen? I would like to make some muffins."
(Springfield) "Be my guest!"
...
(Y/N) "Mmm! These muffins are so good! Thank you so much for bringing them here! Springfield always knows how to bake them just right."
For some reason AN-94 was flustered, unable to look them in the eye. Maybe it was because of that whole planking incident a few days ago? (Y/N) was confused, they weren't angry at her to begin with.
(Y/N) "Would you like some? There's more than enough for the two of us!"
(AN-94) "...T-Thank you."
Seeing her smile got (Y/N) to smile now as well, something she immediately took notice of. AN-94 made sure not to tell them of the fires that broke out in the attempts of her trying to cook for them.
Instead she had to use Springfield's muffins in the end.
...
AK-15's Advice
AN-94 sat back in DEFY's dorm, looking dejected as she laid in her bed. Every attempt had failed spectacularly. If only romance was like the battlefield, then she could complete this mission with no problems. She could hear AK-15 sigh as she approached her bed, crossing her arms.
(AK-15) "So, have you tried telling (Y/N) you liked them directly?"
(AN-94) "...What?"
(AK-15) "There's no use of beating around the bush. Tell them how you feel so you can avoid any further misconceptions, and get results that way."
That...made sense, actually.
(AN-94) "Thank you, AK-15."
Springing up from her bed, she immediately dashed out and made way towards (Y/N)'s quarters once again.
(AK-15) "...Human etiquette is so inefficient..."
...
(Y/N) "You...like me?"
(AN-94) "I do, (Y/N). I...I only hope that I am irreplaceable in your heart."
(Y/N) began laughing, which made AN-94 confused again. Before she could voice it, they stepped closer to her, grabbing both her hands gently.
(Y/N) "Is this what those last few days have been about? Why didn't you just tell me?"
(AN-94) "I...I wanted to try things a human would."
Seeing her flustered reaction made (Y/N) embrace her tightly, laughing gently and making her comfortable.
(Y/N) "Fair enough. I...I like you too, AN-94. And you've always been irreplaceable to me."
AN-94 smiled back and sunk deeper into their embrace, the two of them remaining silent.
AK-12 was listening in around the corner, nodding to herself in satisfaction. Walking off, she came across RPK-16 and AK-15 who were also nearby.
(AK-15) "You could have just told her to do that from the beginning and saved her the headache."
(RPK-16) "Oh come now, it's about the experience as well as the end result. Not everything has to be so direct, you know!~"
AK-15 simply grunted. AK-12 couldn't agree more. She'd have to pay (Y/N) a visit later, and make sure they'd be the best partner AN-94 could have outside the battlefield.
#girls' frontline imagines#girls' frontline headcanons#girls' frontline x reader#an 94 x reader#an 94 gfl#ak 12 gfl#ak 15 gfl#rpk 16 gfl#m4a1 gfl#st ar 15 gfl#springfield gfl#commander gfl
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Genshin Impact - Thoma x Ayato
A/N: I was pretty much struck by inspiration out of the blue and decided to write this. I also missed writing for Thomato so why not. ehe.
Summary: Thoma decides to help Ayato with his bath, but things easily go out of hand.
Word count: 1610
Warnings: There isn’t anything explicit, but… well, Ayato is naked, it’s a bath, after all. Ah, yes, there is also tickling.
"Don’t take this as a complaint, but wouldn’t you agree that I’m way too old for having someone helping me in something like this?” Ayato slightly turned his head to the side, just enough to let the other notice the subtle grin on his face.
“Allow me to disagree, my lord,” Thoma said happily, gently taking his hands over Ayato’s shoulders and helping his master take off his clothes. Once he had placed his coat away, Thoma walked back to him, kneeling in front of Ayato to continue to help him undress. “Actually, if you asked me, my lord, I’d say it’s only proper for a servant to help their master even in the simplest tasks.”
Ayato let out a soft chuckle, taking his hand to his face as he covered his lips to muffle the side and cover his grin. “Oh, Thoma, you are embarrassing me,” he lied, watching the blonde test the water with half-closed eyes.
“Then bear it with me a little longer, my lord,” the housekeeper said softly, gently taking Ayato’s hand as he guided the clan’s head into the bathtub.
Once Ayato’s body was submerged, Thoma stepped back, taking out his gloves and red coat. Now, stripped from the heavy clothes, he walked towards Ayato again, feeling welcomed by the smile on his master’s face.
As the sound of his bare feet tapping against the bathroom’s flooring got louder, the clan’s chief knew the blonde was already close to him. He leaned back into the tub, letting his head fall back as he looked up, his eyes meeting Thoma’s. Ayato grinned, letting out a sigh.
“Is something wrong, my lord?” Thoma asked, picking up some products he left near the tub earlier.
“This is bringing me memories,” Ayato replied, leaning his head back forward, “from back when we were younger.”
“Ah, indeed,” the blonde muttered, putting some shampoo on his hands before starting to massage the back of Ayato’s head, "the other servants used to scold me because I would get things wrong so often back then," Thoma chuckled.
With his eyes closed, Ayato laid his head back into Thoma's touch. "But now you have mastered every possible task. Seems like you turned the tables on them, in the end,” the clan’s leader pointed out, holding his breath when Thoma poured some of the water over his head to rinse his hair.
“I’m flattered by your words, my lord,” the fixer muttered softly, placing his hands on top of Ayato’s shoulder, starting to move his fingers as if giving the man a massage. “But I still have plenty of other things to lea-”
“Ah!”
Ayato’s voice suddenly broke through their conversation, scaring both of them and splashing some water out of the tub as he jolted. He was distracted by their talking and Thoma’s touch that he failed to notice when the blonde’s fingers roamed a little closer to his neck.
Thoma’s thumbs brushed against his skin so gently that sent a whole wave of tinglish shivers down Ayato’s back, making his squeal in surprise.
“Did I hurt you, my lord?” The fixer said in a hurry, with clear worry in his voice, while moving his hands away.
Ayato sighed, already blaming himself for that exaggerated reaction. “No, Thoma, I just… got distracted for a second,” he muttered the made up excuse, rubbing his neck to try get rid of the ghostly feeling that remained in the spot.
“Very well… please tell me if anything is bothering you”, Thoma nodded, now taking place by the tub’s side. He slowly reached for one of Ayato’s arms, gently moving the sponge over his skin and, at that exact moment, the clan’s head could tell this would be tough.
Just like in every other task, Thoma made sure to do a meticulous job. Dragging that unbearably soft sponge over Ayato’s skin over and over until he was sure he was done with it and moved to the next spot.
Meanwhile, Ayato put up his best efforts to not melt in a puddle of giggles. Having Thoma touching his neck and his back so gently was already leaving him at the edge of cracking up and, after battling the urge to laugh for a while, he was pretty sure the housekeeper was able to notice the way his muscles suddenly tensed up whenever the sponge roamed close to one spot or another and, yet, made no attempts to speed up the process or change the way he moved his hands.
Ayato could feel his lips twisting into a smile, his teeth greeting and his hands clenching as hard as he could. Why did it feel so damn ticklish?!
“My lord?”
“Y-Yes, Thoma?” He snapped back to reality. Thoma looked like he was waiting for something, but Ayato couldn’t even guess what it was. “Sorry, can you repeat it?”
“Your arms,” Thoma pointed out, “can you move your arms up a bit?”
Those words made Ayato’s heart sink inside his chest. Part of him was already blaming his past self for agreeing with this madness, while the other tried to come up with an answer. But, in the end, he simply followed his servant’s instructions.
Ayato was at his limit.
“T-Thohoma… p-plehease,” Ayato giggled, pressing his eyes shut as he tried to squirm as little as possible when Thoma started to move that damned sponge against his side.
“Yes, my lord?” Thoma said, hiding a chuckle under his breath, already well aware of what Ayato was going to say.
“C-can’t yohohou go any f-fasteheher? Or nohohot b-be so gehehentle?!” Ayato whined through another stream of giggles, splashing some water out of the tub and soaking part of Thoma’s clothes in the process.
“I’ll try my best, but it might still feel a little ticklish. Try to bear it with me, yes?”
“Eheheasier s-sahaid than doho- AHaha, Thomahaha!” Ayato’s words were cut by a sudden squeal when the housekeeper gave him a little “help” and held his arm by his elbow, managing to move his other hand all the way from his ribs to the underside of his arms.
“I can imagine, I’m just as ticklish, my lord,” Thoma said, as if comforting Ayato in some way, even if the clan’s head would take that more as something more like a tease.
The following minutes felt like an eternity. The blonde couldn’t help but laugh along with his master, even if it meant to have more water splashed on his clothes, messing the bathroom more and more.
Ayato’s face was already tainted with a bright shade of red, completely contrasting his natural cold colored palette. After putting up such a battle, he barely had energy to fight or to mind the light feeling when Thoma moved to his legs. He was laying his head back, catching up his breath and wearing a slight smile on his lips. It would all be over soon, he told himself.
“See? It wasn’t that hard, my lord,” Thoma said, trying to get his master to talk to him again, even after “torturing” him.
“Speak for yourself, Thoma… I’m getting you back for that later,” Ayato muttered between short gasps and the servant knew very well that it wasn't a threat, but rather a warning about what would be waiting for him later that night.”
“I’m looking forward to that, my lord,” it was Thoma’s bland answer before he pulled Ayato’s ankle out of the water, making the other man eye him. Without further notice and without giving his master the chance to say something, Thoma brushed the sponge against Ayato’s foot.
“AHA- T-ThohOHoma, ahah, w-waHAhait!” Ayato tried to pull his leg out of the fixer’s grip or twist his foot away from the sponge, but both were to no avail.
“No can do, my lord, I can’t allow myself to delay your schedule for tonight, can I?” The blonde spoke innocently, repeating the moves and even getting a little rougher to tease his master, all while Ayato’s cackles filled the bathroom.
The clan’s head held on the tub’s edges of his dear life, falling into a helpless giggling mess that did not resemble the image of his reputation at all.
More and more water splashed out of the tub when Thoma began to slowly abandon his duty, beginning to use his fingers to tease and tickle the soap covered skin = which only made things easier for him.
“AhahAhah, n-no moHOHore, ThoOHohmaha!!”
“I’m almost done, my lord,” Thoma cooed, scratching the middle of Ayato’s foot and sending his master into a renewed fit of laughter.
By the time he was done, there was probably more water on the floor than inside the tub. Ayato could still feel the ticklish sensation running up his legs. Despite the tiredness from the ticklish assault, he could feel his body much less tense than when he had finished his work.
He smiled, tilting his head to the side and watching the housekeeper picking up a dry towel. Ayato’s smile grew even larger once he noticed that Thoma was also smiling.
“Give me a moment, my lord, I’ll take you to your room and call someone to help me clean this mess,” the housekeeper muttered, wrapping the towel around Ayato’s body after helping his stand back on his feet and get out of the water.
“There is no need, Thoma…” Ayato spoke softly, looking down to his servant to meet his eyes, “you can’t delay my schedule, can you?”
The blonde chuckled softly, standing in front of Ayato and shaking his head. “No, my lord, I can’t.”
“Then let’s get going… we can deal with this mess later.”
“Yes, my lord.”
#genshin impact#genshin impact tickling#thomato#thoma#kamisato ayato#lee!ayato#ticklish!ayato#ler!thoma#tickle fic
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Pucker Up, Buttercup (Yandere!Denki Kaminari x Reader)
Synopsis: For some reason, Denki has the notion that giving you your first kiss will bring the two of you closer together...
Content Warning: yandere, implied kidnapping, non-consensual touching, forced kissing
Word Count: 1.9k
Denki Kaminari was an affectionate man. Words weren’t enough for him; he needed action to convey his love. So it hurt his heart to find out that his darling didn’t share the same sentiment.
You hated his touch. Each hug was too tight, every peck on the cheek was too slobbery. Everything he did was too much. You can’t help but flinch every time he comes close, waiting in anticipation for him to smother you in cuddles and kisses.
Denki didn’t know what he was doing wrong. He just wants to love on you, why are you acting scared? He thought taking you and keeping you in his apartment would bring the two of you closer, but it seems to have done the opposite. He thought showering you in affection and gifts would do the trick, but that’s proving to be fruitless too.
The blond sighed as he patrolled through the city on his usual route. His eyes were scanning the streets for danger but his mind was elsewhere. There’s gotta be some way to get you to be comfortable with him. At least to the point where you don’t push him away whenever he hugs you.
He thinks back to his days in U.A., when you actually welcomed his touch with open arms. Denki had never felt so much warmth and kindness from another person before, and he quickly developed a crush within only a few weeks of knowing you. He’d had plenty of other crushes in the past, but with you, it was different. This was something he’d never felt before. You made him feel wanted, needed.
Soon he grew to crave your presence. He just had to have you; he didn’t want to be with anyone else.
Well, he got what he asked for, but not without suffering the consequences. Now, instead of warmth, Denki was met with fear and anger. You wanted nothing to do with him anymore. And it bothered him to no end.
He trudged through the agency he worked at, feeling tired and annoyed that he hasn’t found a solution to improving your attitude towards him. Denki slumped down into his chair, laying his head flat against his wooden desk. Think…how can I win them over again…
“So what’d you think of the manga I lent you? It was good, right?” You asked him, sitting on his dorm bed while he sat on the floor, playing on his Nintendo Switch.
“Eh, it was kinda cheesy, not gonna lie,” Denki smirked, leaning his head back to look at you. “No way do you actually like reading those trashy romance books.”
“Aw, come on! I thought it was sweet. The way the male lead gave the main character her first kiss at the end, it was so romantic!” You gushed. “Don’t tell me you don’t ever daydream about scenarios like that.”
Denki shrugged, knowing full well that he does dream about that kind of stuff. All the time. With you. But he would never admit that. “Maybe. I just think it’s a little unrealistic.”
“It’s fiction, Kaminari. And a manga. Of course it’s gonna be fluffed up,” You rolled your eyes. Then smiling dreamily, you added, “I hope my first kiss will be that exciting…”
That’s it!
Denki shot up from his seat, causing his coworkers to startle next to him. How has he not thought of this before? He knows for sure that you have yet to have your first kiss, and who better to make it as romantic as can be than him? This will certainly bring the two of you closer! It has to! An ecstatic smile crept onto Denki’s face as he got ready to go home. His cheeks warmed at the thought of feeling your lips for the first time, and he couldn’t wait to see your own flushed face afterward.
By the time he got home, Denki was practically vibrating with excitement. As usual, you weren’t there to greet him at the door, but that was okay. Everything will be better than okay after tonight.
“Hey, I’m home!” He called out, turning on the living room lights while his eyes scanned the room. His brief frown quickly disappeared when he saw your bedroom lights on, the door open just a crack. He burst through the door, causing you to jump and shut the book you were reading. You gave your captor an indignant glare.
“Ever heard of knocking?” You snarled from your sitting position on the bed, flipping through the book to find the page you were on.
Denki chuckled, coming around to his side of the bed and sitting down. “Why would I need to knock to get to my own bedroom?” He simpered, slipping his visor off and tossing them onto the nightstand. “You weren’t doing anything naughty in here, were you?”
You tugged on the collar that was strapped around your neck, a nervous tic you had developed when Denki had forced you to wear it. He had “gifted” it to you the first week you were here, explaining that if you misbehaved or tried to run away, it would shock you. How fitting for a hero with an electricity quirk.
“No, you just startled me, that’s all,” You muttered, shoving your face back into your book.
Denki hummed as he finished changing out of his hero costume into his regular clothes. “I’m only teasing, buttercup. I know you’ve been extra good lately. So good that I think you deserve a reward.”
Your eyes flicked to him, a skeptical but still curious look on your face. Denki often had a wildly different definition for what was considered a reward or a gift. You put your book down, prompting him to continue.
“It’s been awhile since you’ve had some fresh air, soooo…why don’t we go out onto the balcony?”
You perked up at that idea, eyes widening in surprise. Normally, it would be a silly thing to get excited about, but it’s been so long since you’ve been outside. Felt the wind on your skin. Breathed in the (not-so-fresh) city air. You were never allowed on the balcony, Denki’s orders. You guessed it was because there was the possibility of someone seeing and recognizing you. Or the fact that you might shout for help the minute you step out onto the platform.
“Really? You’ll let me go out there?” You asked, hopeful and pleading.
“Yeah, babe! You’ve earned it,” The blond grinned, coming to stand in front of you to pat your head. “But you have to promise me that you won’t try anything funny, okay?”
“Yeah, promise,” You rushed out, jumping up from the bed and heading to the balcony’s sliding glass door. Denki followed after you, loving the way you waited patiently for him to unlock it. How cute, you look just like a puppy. He’s glad you’re as enthusiastic about this as he is.
Soon, you were gazing up at the night sky, your smile shining just as brightly as the full moon above you. You wished the city's lights would turn off so you could see the millions of stars covering the sky, but you would have to settle for the few that were there. It was still a beautiful sight, however, one that you would never take for granted again.
Your hands took hold of the railing, and you leaned over it to look at the streets that were still busy with cars and pedestrians heading home or enjoying a night on the town. You used to be one of those people.
You sighed.
“It’s a nice view, right?” You had almost forgotten that Denki was out there too; he had been so quiet up until now. You only nodded in response, trying to save the peaceful silence that had been kept between the two of you.
“When I get big as a hero, I’m gonna buy the nicest penthouse I can find,” He didn’t seem to get the hint, though. “And then we’ll have the biggest balcony with the best view in the whole city. How do you like the sound of that?” He was right beside you now, elbows nearly touching yours on the railing. You scooted an inch or two away.
I’d like it better if you weren’t in the picture.
At least that’s what you wanted to say, but didn’t because you wanted to stay out there as long as possible. You opted to just shrug your shoulders, an indifferent answer that wouldn’t lead him on.
“We could spend hours out there then. No one would be able to see us cuz we’d be so high up,” Denki was leaning in even more now, his face dangerously close to yours. His eyes were half-lidded, giving you a sultry look. “It would just be the two of us.”
You didn’t like how his gaze jumped down to your lips for a brief second. Alarm bells were going off inside your head, and you were starting to regret accepting his reward. Your body tensed when he moved his hand over yours.
“We should probably head back inside, it’s getting a little chilly out-“
Swift as lightning, Denki pinned your hands to the railing, pressing his chest against yours so your back was squished against the metal barrier. Before you knew it, you were met with an innocent and coy smile inches away from your face.
“We can’t leave yet…we just got out here,” His breath tickled your nose, causing it to scrunch up. “You’re always trying to leave whenever I get close to you… It really hurts me, buttercup…”
“Denki, l-let me go,” You wanted to sound intimidating and stern, but your words came out shaky and pathetic. You tried to remove your hands from his, but they wouldn’t budge. You had underestimated how strong your captor really was.
“Shhh… It’s okay, baby,” Denki moved in towards your lips, his eyes closing as he puckered his mouth.
You leaned backwards, as far as you could go, turning your head to the side to avoid his kiss. You gasped as you got a nice view of the drop below, but the vertigo was short-lived when you felt Denki grab your face, smushing your cheeks together to pucker your own lips. He brought you close to him again, making direct eye contact with you.
“Stop struggling. I’m trying to make this special for you,” He huffed, though his glare didn’t last long as he returned to the task at hand. “They say you never forget your first kiss, so I want to make sure this will be burned into your mind.”
Denki smashed his lips against yours in a crushing kiss. Just like everything he did, it was too much. It was obvious he was inexperienced, and you figured that this was his first time too. His lips felt rough as they moved against yours in an overly eager way, and you whimpered at how he tried to delve his tongue into your mouth. He only smirked at your resistance, however, taking it as a challenge. The blond bit down on your bottom lip, causing you to yelp and giving him the access he needed. His wet and warm tongue wriggled all around inside your mouth, exploring every crevice and committing it to memory.
You thanked whatever higher being that was listening to your silent pleas when Denki released you to gasp for air. A trail of spit connected the two of you, and you desperately wanted to wipe it off, but your captor beat you to it. He licked his lips right afterward, shooting a playful grin your way.
“Was that romantic enough for you? Because we can always try again.”
Thank you for reading! Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome <3
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Perhaps
JPM x fem reader • 1.4k words
a/n: Hello! this his is my first fic so it sucks really bad, english is not my first language so i apologize for any mistake. I hope it didn’t turn out too cringe :) If you want to give me tips, please i need some!!
Warnings: fluff, sex, use of the word daddy, reader being childish
"Perhaps dear…"
Yet again, the response that he gives everytime you ask if he has the same feelings as you.
You met james a month ago when you first checked in at the Hotel Cortez. The first night you went to the bar and while you were talking with the bartender, Liz, a man wearing pinstripe suit with a thin mustache, 20s style walked to the counter and offered you a drink while complimenting your ravishing beauty.
Of course it ended with you both naked on his luxury room. His first plan was to murder you like he always does with his victims, but something about you stopped him from taking away your life, neither he knows if that’s your beauty or the way you two spent the night in a way he had never experienced, not even with the Countess. The sure thing is that you've captured his attention not just for a sex and murder evening.
And here you are, in his room, turned deflated to your side of the bed wondering for the million time why he always avoid to say the words that you want to hear so badly from him.
He notices your upset behavior and takes a small strand of your hair playing idly with it "Sweetness, what makes you so upset hm?" His deep brown eyes look right at your gloomy face waiting for your reply, while keeping his signature warm and charming smile you have fallen for months ago at the bar. "What's wrong?" he continues.
You don't move from your position still facing away from him "I'm tired" you simply say, James lights his cigar before putting a hand on your bare shoulder "That makes the two of us, eh darling?" he sighs "Why don't we rest together so i can caress that pretty hairs of yours" seeing you still silent he chuckles at your childish behavior before pulling you to his chest with one hand on your hair and the other on the cigar that he smokes in the mean time "Ah that's better".
The next morning you wake up alone in your room, you look around for James without managing to find him so you stand up and head to the shower. Later that day you hear a knock on your door, you walk towards it and once you open it James with a beautiful bouquet of flower shows up "My darling, i noticed something that bothered you last night so i asked Liz to find me the most gorgeous blue orchids she could find, your favorites, in hope to make you feel better" you move away from the door letting him in "you shouldn't have bothered" you say dryly.
"Oh I know how much you love orchids my lady, even more than red roses" he takes a look at you, he is able to tell how much you are upset, his hand cupping your cheek
"What's troubling you my lady? I promise I'll solve whatever it is" he looks very serious, no charming smile on his face now "You know what upset me" your voice sounds bitter.
"Dear, i'm a ghost but i can't read minds" His hand leaves your cheek and goes to your hips, playing with the end of the dress that you're wearing "Tell me" you sigh "You don't love me"
He stays silent for a second then chuckles raising a eyebrow "Oh, why would you think that?"
"For you it's just a 'perhaps' everytime i ask you" you sit on the bed sadly.
His eyes soften and he lets go of your hips. He sits next to you kissing your shoulder. "You're being too sensitive darling. is that what you're worried about? a word?"
"Am i not good enough for you? Maybe i'm not like the girls you were used to court in the 20s, or maybe i'm not like your beautiful wife or whatever she is for you. Sometimes i wonder why you didn’t kill me in the first place" you vent, he immediately shake his head in disbelief
"Oh, no my sweet, what a silly girl you are. You are more than enough for me, you are my universe, the way you make me feel...I haven't felt that way in more than 50 years, please darling don't be upset by this nonsense" he lowers his head, and keeps it like that for a minute, then he looks up at you, he puts one of his hands on your thigh while the other one touches your cheek "I adore you, you're adorable and you have a body that would make Picasso cry of joy" He lean your face closer to his and kisses you with his hungry lips. "Would you find it in your heart to forgive me for not expressing my feelings earlier, my sweet?" he waits for an answer while looking into your eyes lovingly. Hearing his sweet words your heart melts making you smile slightly "Of course James, that was a bit childish of me"
He kisses the tip of your nose happy to hear the words of forgiveness and squeezes you tighter like he is afraid of you pushing him away, "There it is. That's the beautiful smile that I love so much. Come here, my darling." He pulls you onto his lap, holding you tightly as you hide your face in his chest "So you love me?" you ask jovially "Yes darling" his warm comforting voice with his brahmin accent resounds in your ear "I truly love you more than anything on this planet."
He holds you firmly and lovingly, he then says "Now, you will stop pouting and listen to daddy" He chuckles as he gives you little pecks on your forehead while caressing your back, his fingers running down your waist. "My sweet.." he moves his hands from your waist to your thighs leaning in and starting to kiss you passionately
His kisses go down towards your neck finding the perfect spot to tease and he whispers "I think you have a sensitive spot here..." you let out a whimper as he sucks on your neck he runs his fingers over your ass, squeezing slightly before moving them down to your thighs
His fingers move down further, tracing over your inner thigh and brushing against your panties chuckling as he feels you moving your hips against his fingers. "So sweet and responsive darling..." his hand slips into your panties, finding your core and circling his finger around it. "Yes, I can feel how much you want me dear" his finger strokes against your clit, teasing it while you whimper frustrated wanting more
"Aw you don't like being teased, sweet thing? I guess we'll have to move straight forward then" he push you onto the soft sheets raising up your dress sliding it out of your body and then kneels between your legs, pulling off your panties and tossing them aside. His hands trace up your thighs, caressing your skin hungrily.
He takes your hard sensitive nipple between his lips, suckling it as two fingers slide inside you, moving in and out of your wetness making you moan loudly.
"Do you like that, my precious one?" you let out a loud moan as a response, James smirks down at you enjoying the look of desire on your face as he leans down to kiss you. You feel his body hover over yours as he quickly undoes his trousers and underwear, positioning himself at your entrance.
His eyes are locked on yours as he begins to move back and forth inside your wet folds. After a few minutes James grunts quietly, feeling his climax approaching quickly as he pushes inside you, feeling you tightening around him as you cum all over his dick. He lets out a deep moan, his seed spilling inside you as he gasps for such an intense orgasm, then he falls in the bed next to you.
"That was incredible," you roll over laying on his chest, he smiles down at you, brushing a lock of hair away from your face. "I love you, my goddess"
The lights of the Cortez are dimmed and you slowly fall asleep tenderly in his arms.
#james patrick march#american horror story#smut#james patrick march x you#american horror story hotel#evan peters#james patrick march smut#fanfic
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↛ ❀ 2023 Kickoff
Kalim Al-Asim
“ Are we best friends or just friends?” | “ Do friends kiss??”
Note: Based off of me and my crush. This may be non sense because I got lazy at the end.
You knew Jamil would kick your ass if he knew you were flirting with Kalim. But its not your fault Kalim is so cute!
Jamil has taken notice of your interest in Kalim but you always have an excuse ready if he ever tries to confront you.
It kinda feels forbidden with you being a commoner and from another world while he’s a prince.
Your relationship was complicated— you couldn’t tell if he was being his usual friendly self or being more than just friendly whenever he grabbed your waist and casually held you like that.
It started off as a joke. Because that’s how it ALWAYS starts off. Very embarrassing on your part. It’s like setting up a trap and then falling into it.
You ended up spending a lot more time at Scarabia. Most of your friends complained, even Grim. But you pretty much drowned it out.
It really felt like Kalim could be your boyfriend.
“I really should be going but— I don’t wanna!” You threw yourself on Kalim’s lap while stretching your arms out.
He laughed, “Well, you don’t have to. You can stay over.”
You smiled but shook your head. “No I can’t do that…”
“Eh? Why not?” Kalim whined.
Yeah you were playing hard to get, you were aware how stupid you sounded. At times like this, you two felt more like a bantering couple.
People were talking about you two. Scarabia students spread some accurate rumors of you two. Probably not on purpose but it still ended up in your friend group. They weren’t happy at all.
Ace grabbed the collar of your uniform and shook you back and forth while interrogating you. Deuce, Epel, nor Jack did. much to help while Grim threatened to burn your hair.
“Kalim, what are your thoughts on dating?” You suddenly asked. You felt promoted to ask such a question because of all these rumors .
“Hmm…” He hummed for a moment, “I see it a lot. My relatives are always asking if I’ve got a partner yet. I guess it’s just not my top priority! But it’s still on my mind…” He spoke a bit slow in an unsure tone with his eyes gazing into yours.
You smiled, “Oh yeah? What is your top priority?”
“You, of course!”
You laughed in unison as you sat up to wrapped your arms around his neck.
You glanced off to the side and thought.
If we were dating, this would be a good time to kiss.
Why were you thinking this? You did this to yourself when you started acting this way towards a friend. Of course you couldn’t go complain to your friends because they’d laugh in your face. Then again you would also do the same thing.
You looked at him straight in his eyes. He could tell there was something off by how tense you were and your expression look as if you were gonna sneeze.
“Uh are you okay…?” He poked your cheek as he leaned in closer.
“Kalim!” You suddenly shouted his name. Then you went for it.
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Now you didn’t know what to do. You stuck closer to Grim and randomly went silent in conversations. Even in class, you seemed spaced out. Maybe not spaced out but just bothered by something.
Grim already tried to ask you but you easily disregarded him. Unfortunately Ace and Deuce can be somewhat dense and didn’t realize your soured mood until half way into the school day.
You pouted to yourself in your seat as Grim ate all of your lunch that you were supposed to share.
“Grim, you just ate all of MC’s lunch.” Deuce pointed at the empty tray.
“Eh whatever, they always share lunch with Kalim anyway!” Ace teased but you showed a very bitter reaction.
Finally they notice…
“They’ve been all grouchy all morning!” Grim complained, you were being super rude today!
“I’m not being grouchy. You’re just high maintenance!” You spat back. You put your head down to slouch in your seat and let out a groan of distress.
“You’re completely ruining the mood for us!” Ace forcefully pulled you back up and shook you. “You’re gonna tell us what happened.”
Maybe your friends aren’t as mean as you thought.
They still reprimanded you for doing something so absurd almost like they were your guardians or something but they wanted to help you. But ideas from the ex-anemone heads weren’t very bright. Maybe the most direct approach would work in this situation.
Right as the last bell rang, you jumped out of your seat and made your way down the halls. You nearly crashed into an upperclassman but you stopped right in front of him.
“Do you know where Kalim is?”
“I think he went to the light music room. He was talking about practice before the bell rang.”
When you approached him, you almost forgot what you were gonna say. He greeted you curtly but didn’t have the usual upbeat attitude.
“Could we talk about.. last night?” You nervously said.
“Oh! It’s okay. If it’s better for you, we can just forget that ever happened.” He quietly said.
Somehow, that hurt to hear. You didn’t want to forget it. You shook your head and glanced to the side. You were at a loss.
“Are we best friends or just friends?” Kalim suddenly asked with a serious gaze.
“Do friends kiss?” You were asking yourself that. You did love him but maybe he saw it as just friendly banter.
“Uh well obviously not!” Kalim said without sarcasm. You almost forgot how honest could be. The two of you sighed in confusion.
“Well then— what are we…?”
That was a question neither of you could answer. You bit your lip and looked down.
“You know what… I like you! It’s okay if you don’t like me back yet! I still have time to woo you, right?”
“…Right?” You answered back. “But I do like you.”
He grabbed your shoulders and came closer. “But I didn’t do it right. I thought it was obvious. I wouldn’t go do that if I didn’t like you. My ma told me that love built in confusing feelings like this aren’t good! So I just gotta redo it.”
Honestly, he was just making it worse.
“If it’s okay with you. Then let’s restart. I’ll take you on a date!”
You nodded your head, you didn’t understand what he was trying to say.
“Great.” He let go of you and stepped away, “I’ll be going but please don’t forget. Bye bye!”
At this rate, he might kill you with all this tension.
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Chapter Nine (Part 3)
“Where you going?” He asks me, and I glance over my shoulder at him as I flounce away. “Home, obviously.”
“The bus stop is the other way.”
“It’s a twenty minute walk to my house.”
He groans and rakes his hand through his hair, staring up at the sky like he’s asking God why he’s been saddled with me tonight. Then he shakes his head in dismay and starts walking after me.
“What are you doing?” I ask him.
“Looks like I’m walking with you, doesn’t it?”
“Don’t bother.”
“I will bother.”
“I thought you lived on the north side, this isn’t even on your way.”
“Yeah I know that, but I don’t want to be the last witness who spoke to you before your abduction.”
“How do I know you’re not an abductor?”
“Come on, shut up. That’s so dark.”
“What if I don’t want you to see where I live?”
“Why, are you a squatter?”
“No.” I say indignantly. “I just might not want you to see, that’s all.”
“Well then I’ll leave you somewhere nearby and I’ll cover my eyes so I won’t see what house you go into.”
“Hm.”
We walk through George’s street where everyone in the world seems to be pouring out of bars and clubs, all shouting and laughing merrily, crowds and crowds of people gathering and heading northwards towards the takeaways.
“Oh, yeah, it’s new years eve.” Dean says, falling into step beside me now.
“Yeah it is.” I say, suppressing an eye roll.
“2012.” He says. “The last year before the end of the world, eh?”
“What?”
“The Mayan calendar, like. They predicted the apocalypse like five thousand years ago by using this mad calendar thing. The last date on it is the twenty-first of December this year, and then… that’ll be it, like. The world will end.”
“That’s ridiculous.” I say. “Do you really believe that?”
“Dunno. Could be true.”
“Well it isn’t. They probably just got bored of writing all those dates in and gave up on it. The last date being the twenty-first of December 2012 is pure coincidence. They had to end it sometime.”
Dean skillfully sidesteps a puddle of vomit on the footpath. “Well, let’s say it is true then, hypothetically. Wouldn’t this be the year to do all of those things that you wished you could have, but for whatever reason never did?”
I glance at him sidewards. “Well, I suppose that’s one way you could look at it. We could all pretend that we think the world is ending as a way to trick ourselves into being more pragmatic.”
“Carpe Diem, or some shit.” He says intelligently.
I realise we are walking very quickly and the tops of my feet are beginning to ache. Dean isn’t a tall man, in fact he’s only a little taller than I am but his stride is so unexpectedly long that I find myself at a half-jog at his side by the time we turn a corner down a quieter street.
“Well,” He says. “Let’s say the world really is ending and you have twelve months left to live. What would you do with your time?”
“I have no idea, what could I do differently? It’s not like I have the money to do any of the things I want. I’d just stay in college and keep working on my art.”
“There’s nothing you haven’t done that you want to?”
“Well I just said I don’t have money to-”
“Free things. Not everything costs money.”
I can think of a few things I haven’t done yet, indeed. But private things, none of which I’m willing to share with him, so I divert. “What would you do?”
“I’d stop caring about what everyone thinks.” He says immediately. “And I’d do whatever I want all of the time, I’d be unstoppable.”
“You don’t care about what people think.” I state.
“What? Obviously I do. Who doesn’t?”
“You don’t care the way that I care, then.”
“It’s all relative, Evie.” He says with exasperation. “Just because you have it worse doesn’t invalidate everyone else.”
“Hm.” I say, disliking the way that being inarguably wrong feels in my body. He keeps talking.
“Aside from that I’d quit my job and spend all my time doing stuff I like doing. Like, I’d just hang out with my friends and paint pictures of stuff, play video games and watch all the movies I’ve never watched but that you’re meant to have seen.”
“Like which ones? Blade Runner?”
“No, I’ve seen Blade Runner. Obviously I’ve seen that, everyone has seen that.”
“I haven’t, I was kind of hoping you’d make me feel better by saying you haven’t either.”
“Well there’s something for your pre-apocalyptic list. How have you not seen that?”
“Please, I’d bet you’ve never seen The Wizard of Oz or something equally wild.”
He just rolls his eyes at me. “So go on. Give me one thing you’d actually want on your list. Something you wish you’d done but haven’t.”
I feel suddenly very cagey, because I know what my thing is, and I know that if I actually knew the world was ending I might be more bold in asking for it, and I would put an end to this thing this defective thing about me that becomes more and more embarrassing and shameful every year and month and day that goes by, but I can’t say it to Dean, I won’t.
Mercifully, as though something divine was reading my thoughts, the skies suddenly split open and unleash a torrent of rain, the misty drizzle giving way to a ferocious downpour. I shriek, fat drops of water slapping against the pavement so violently that I don’t even have time to duck for cover before I’m pelted with it. Rivulets of water pour from shop awnings above our heads drenching us almost instantly, and I left my arms above my head to uselessly defend myself. My satin dress is already starting to turn dark with wet, and when I look at Dean his eyes are like saucers, shocked as I am by the onslaught.
“What are you doing standing there? You dope.” He yells. “Run!”
And we do. As fast as our legs can carry us we take off through the streets with each step slapping on the saturated concrete, and the noise creates a percussive symphony with the pelting of rain on the roofs of parked cars. In the mist and the dark it’s hard to see much, the orange glow of every street light displaying the beating rain, coming down sideways, and I have to keep blinking to keep it out of my eyes.
“Where do you live?” Dean shouts.
“Fitzwilliam Square.”
“Okay.” We take a sharp corner around the park, and by now the paths are slippy. His cheap keds clearly have no rubber grips on them because I watch him nearly slide over into a heap, saved only by his quick reflexive lunge for a metal fence. He swears under his breath as he steadies himself and I can’t help but laugh.
“Not that funny.” He pants.
“Is it not?”
He makes a huffing sound as he catches up to me again. “Fitzwilliam square, yeah? I should have known.”
“And what does that mean?”
“I just had a feeling about you, that you and Marnie are… like that.”
“You’re going to have to be more specific.”
“You know what I mean. Rich girls who pretend not to be.”
I stare over at him. “You think I’m rich?”
“Well,” He’s starting to tire out now, clearly not as used to running as I am, and I think to myself that it makes sense, at the ripe old age of twenty four and all that… “Well you live in Fitzwilliam square, you hang out with Marnie Boyd and… well you look a bit posh.”
I scoff. “I do not.”
“You do!”
“How?”
“I can’t explain it. There’s just something about you.”
“I’m not posh.”
He has to stop then to catch his breath, hands on his knees and his head bent, droplets of water gathering at the tips of his fringe and falling onto the ground in front of him. “Why deny it though? It’s alright… well done you, you had it easy so… why pretend to be something else?”
“I didn’t have it hard.” I admit, coming to a stop and just letting the rain drench me, too far gone now for salvation. “But it wasn’t always easy either.” I pause. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah yeah, I’m fine, it’s the smokers lungs.”
“Smokers are jokers.” I tease, and he just makes a grunting sound.
“We’re not far now.” I supply. “I’m only up the road from here.”
“I’ll be alright in a minute.”
“You can go home, I’ll continue by myself. I’m sure there’s no killers on this one stretch of road. I’d see them from here if there were.”
He straightens up. “No, I’ll go with you. Fuck sake. Sorry, now we’re just soaked.”
“It’s okay, we can walk. We won’t get any wetter anyway.”
He straightens up and falls back into step with me, breath still laboured but clearly doing slightly better.
“I still resent that you think I’m some rich girl.” I say, not dropping it. “It just goes to show how little you know about me and how messed up your assumptions are.”
“Well it was just a guess. You can’t blame me for thinking it.”
“The apartment on Fitzwilliam square belongs to my housemate’s dad. He’s a businessman with a lot of property, he just lets us stay there, and for me the rent is really cheap. Otherwise I’d never afford it on student benefits. Actually I’d never be in college at all without benefits.”
“That’s why I work.” He says. “I’m not eligible for them, so I’m breaking my back in a pizza restaurant five nights a week instead.”
“Do you hate it?”
“No, it’s alright. I like the lads who work there.”
“I watched them working when I was queueing for my pizza.” I tell him. “You’re all crazy efficient, I’d never seen anything like that, like little worker bees just buzzing around the place, I don’t know how you all have that much energy.”
“Yeah.” He says, and I catch him looking at me with this funny expression as we pass under the bar of a streetlight which I’ve come to recognise over time as the look people give you when they think you’ve said something stupid, which I must have only I don’t know what it might have been.
We round the corner onto my street and I see the familiar row of Georgian townhouses, a light still on in the duplex apartment on the top of one of them. “That’s mine.” I tell him, pointing up at the warm yellow windows, lighting up the rain outside like silver confetti. “Looks like my housemate left all the lights on. Again.”
“Oh, just the top two floors, is it?” He says with a smirk.
“Yes, why? Are you surprised I don’t have the whole thing? Plush velvet drapes, crystal chandeliers and all?”
“Exactly, yeah that’s exactly what I was thinking. I take back what I said about you being posh, now that I know don’t have crystal chandeliers I’m thinking you’re destitute.”
I roll my eyes as I reach the stone steps leading to the door and he walks up them with me, which throws me a little bit. He could have just left me at the bottom of them and went on his way, but we stand in front of the door across from each other without saying anything for a moment, and the rain keeps pelting down on our heads with mercilessness like it wants to beat us into puddles on the ground.
“You’re like a drowned rat.” He says to me, “Your hair is plastered to your head.”
“I bet.”
“How do I look?”
“Terrible.” I grin, following the path of a droplet as it travels from his hair down to his chin, and then another as he blinks it off his eyelash, thick and dark and drawn together into these little points around his hazel eyes. I look at him for what’s probably a beat too long, and then feel my stomach flip when I realise that I think he’s hot.
There’s a tiny moment where he watches me back, only his is an expression of curiosity, and then I watch as his eyes flit down over my body and over my chest and hips. I’m suddenly hyper aware of the way that my wet dress is stuck to me like a second skin and I immediately want to cross my arms over myself, but in the time it takes me to even have that thought he’s already looked away again.
He turns away and goes back down the steps. “Goodnight Evie.” He says with a quick glance over his shoulder. “I’ll see you at college.”
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Fellas podcast
Calfreezy x Y/n (afab) (reader grew up with Ethan and reader is apart of the sidemen)
Tw: mentions of drinking, language, mentions of inappropriate drugs (weed), you all being a bunch of hooligans, mentions of harassment,
Y/n is normal text, Chip is bold, Calfreezy is italic and Proddy is bold and italic
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“Welcome back to the fellas podcast, hope you are comfy and ready to listen to some juicy gossip. as today me and Chip will be talking my one and only girlfriend!” Calfreezy presents.
You smiled and waved towards the many cameras in front of you “hey, guys!” Chip firstly asked “would you like a beverage? Y/n?” You smiled “eh, yeah please.” Cal asked “do you want a Stella or some gin?” You asked “you have gin? If so then yes please.” He nodded and started pouring you a drink.
Chip spoke “Y/n can you do a little introduction on yourself, for those who may not know you.” You smiled “of course, I’m Y/n, you may know me from either the sidemen or being with Cal. I’m a YouTuber and streamer.” The boys nodded. Chip announced “todays podcast we decided to shake things up a little. As we have asked some fans on your instagram account what they’d like to know about you and us.” You nodded.
Cal was handed the phone and quickly scrolled for a question. He read “ok, how did Y/n become a sidewoman?” You answered “so I grew up with Ethan, his mum and my mum also grew up together. I supported him into doing YouTube and then I met all the boys and they thought I’d be a good person to add to the group. So yeah! Grew up with behz.” Chip asked “does both mothers stay in contact?” You nodded “yeah, I mean they support each other through every step in their lives. That’s why I truly believe that if you find the right friend they can grow old with you.” The two boys nodded.
It was now Chip’s turn, he asked “this is for Y/n, what’s it like going on a lads holiday?.” You smiled already thinking about the memories “it’s amazing, sometimes I even forget I’m the only girl if it’s a sidemen holiday or just a ‘lads holiday’. Like most girls probably wouldn’t even think of being the only girl. But because I grew up with you all I’m able to say ‘fuck it’ and go on a lads holiday.” Cal chirped in “yeah, even before we dated it was as if you were ‘one of the lads’ like sometimes me and Harry would be doing drinking challenges or shot together and by the end of the night we’d all be shit faced.” You gasped “oh I have a story! From a lads holiday.” Everyone chuckled at the way you seemed to be so happy to tell your story.
“Right, so this was in Mykonos back in like 2019. So we were all out clubbing as usual, this night I wore my first like nice dress. Cause you know me I’m not the one to wear dresses casually or anything. So anyways, I was dancing and I could feel someone behind me right? So I moved out the way thinking they wanted to pass by, but the placed a hand on my hip.” “What?!” “No way” “yeah! So I looked around and saw Ethan and Tobi at the bar, so I headed over there. And the guy followed me. Cause he stood next to me by the bar. Ethan saw I was a bit annoyed and taken back so he asked ‘you alright?’ And I tilted my head towards the guy and mouthed ‘creep’. So you know Ethan he became protective.” “Oh god!” “As he should” “so he asked like ‘are you with her’ to see what he’d say and of course he said ‘yeah, she’s my girl’.” “Ew what the fuck!” “Nah that’s actually vile!”
“Yeah! Anyways, so cause you all know I don’t take shit from no one so I said ‘no I’m not, I don’t even fucking know you.’ Then he got a bit angry and Ethan said ‘mate she’s with me so if your bothering her, leave her alone’ and then I felt his hand on my waist again so I shoved his hand off and told him ‘get the fuck off of me’ and then out of no wear he slapped me in the face!” “Fuck off, he didn’t?” “Shit really?” You nodded “yeah, so you know what I did?” “What?” “Are we gonna have a girl boss moment?” You smirked and nodded “yeah, I fucking punched him in the face then kicked him in the crouch.” The boys mouths dropped to the floor, shocked by your reply. You continued “yeah, then he tried slapping my me but Ethan managed to stop it and Tobi pulled me away.” The boys were gobsmacked. “Mad right?” “Yeah!” “What happened after that?” “Me and Tobi went back to the hotel cause I don’t know why that guys hand was so heavy but it made my nose bleed. So we went back cause Tobi didn’t want to stay long as it was quite far into the night, well early morning. So we chilled at the hotel.”
After your story, Cal picked up the phone again “right! This person wants to know how Y/n and myself got together.” You smiled “Cal do you wanna tell your side?” He nodded “well, right, so basically as you know I’m close friends with Ethan so that meant I’m also close friends with Y/n. Like she came withe the package sorta deal. But we got along really well, and after moving out of the second house me and Bog offered her to move in with Harry, Lux and I. And obviously she said yes and then I grew feeling for her, in 2018 we went on our first date and then things escalated and now we are dating.” You smiled and said “yeah, so when I moved in a had down the same thing, the longer I stayed the more I grew closer to Cal and grew more feelings. Before we were even dating I’d say like a few months before dating we’d do the like kissing on the forehead and a hug. Like yeah I’d hug all the boys but these were the hugs like you’d do with your partner. We’d also like do what we’d loosely call ‘dates’ where if Harry and Lux were out I’d make him wear face masks and we’d cuddle and watch a movie type of thing.” Chip said “so what did all the boys think of it all?” You answered “honestly I’m pretty sure Harry and Lux had placed bets on who’s ask out who and what month we’d end up dating.” Chip and the boys were laughing. Cal mentioned “pretty sure Harry won too! Like only for the asking who out though.” You laughed.
Proddy asked “are you two living together now still?” You nodded and Cal spoke “yeah, it’s still Y/n, Harry and myself.” You giggled “Harry is like our non-biological child. He’s always pointing out that he’s a third wheel constantly, but he’ll deny moving out so.. yeah.” You all had a laugh.
Chip read “Do Y/n and Cal have any plans about having babies and if so how many?” You smiled “yes, just not yet.” Cal nodded “yeah, we’ve agreed either two or three. Depends on how Y/n feels.” Chip awed at the small comment. Proddy asked “what gender do you wish the children would be?” Cal spoke first “I honestly wouldn’t mind as long as they have a close bond and look out for each other. Also if I have a girl I want them to be like Y/n when their older, like they’re able to defend for themselves if needed. Like I’d like them to have someone there for them but like..” “like if they need to they can fight back or speak their mind.” “Yeah exactly.” “Yeah, I’d personally would like to to be boy, girl then boy. But I too honestly couldn’t care for gender like I grew up with what? Four brothers. That’s how I learnt to fend for myself. Bro the amount of batery I’ve been through.” You all laugh “like it was play fighting obviously but the constant need to know what I was doing. Like Eli the middle brother, constantly knocking on my door just wanting to chill or like Jack my youngest brother. He constantly wanted to go out in my car and get maccies.” “I can vouch for Y/n, her household is never quiet. Like bro when we’d go visit, or even for the holidays. Cause we were dating especially from Jack Y/n would just always got the ‘YouTube couple, omg I ship!’.” You were laughing constantly at the memories, Cal was the best with your brothers it was as if they’d known him their whole lives.
Chip had the phone in his hand and asked “when do you think Cal and Y/n will get married?” You smirked “soon I hope!” Cal smiled “yeah soon, waiting for the perfect time.” Chip said “who’s your best men and bridesmaids gonna be?” The boys looked at your first “well, obviously Faith I grew up with her she’ll probably be my maid of honour. Then it will be Talia, Y/f/n, Y/f/n and Freya.” The boys listened as you said everyone’s names then Cal spoke “I’ll, have Chip, Harry, uh Ethan, Lux.”
You asked “can I pick a question??” The boys nodded and Chip handed the phone over to you. As you scrolled one caught your eye “any drama from when you’d used to go to school? Like drama you were involved in?” you and the boys got excited to explain your stories. Chip spoke “Y/n you look like you’ve got a bunch.” You laughed “I very much do, me and Faith were the ones who knew everyone’s drama!” You added “ok what do you want to know?” Proddy asked “everything!” “I’ve heard some of them and they are wild!!” “Oh lord we are in for a good one!” You clears your throat “ok, firstly I want to say I won’t be using their real names, I’ll use fruit as their names” you chuckled “ok, so let’s say? Strawberry right, strawberry was the same age as me and we were 15 when this happened it was the thing of the year. Well she got pregnant but didn’t know who the dad was!” “No way?!?” “Omg!!”. You added “also this girl orange, well orange and I had a fight! Like full of fist fight!” “Who won?” “Me, not being full of myself but she did not stand a chance!” “Was that when you were professionally boxing?” “You did boxing?” “Yeah, I still do! Grew up on the sport.” “Trust me you don’t want to mess with her!” Chip asked “what happened after?” “Well, she tried going for another round, like this time I just knew she would try ragging on my hair cause she did it last time. So I just put her in a head lock.” “A proper head lock?” “Nah just one so she could get me as much cause I knew I’d probably get kicked out if I did do a proper head lock.”
You listen to the rest of the stories the boys told you and the listeners. After a while it was the end of the podcast, you sign off “thank you for listen to our stories and gossip, if you enjoyed make sure to follow and share. Have a good day!”
Later that day, Cal was on his computer as you laid in your shears bed. Huddled up on the bed wearing his hoodie and your favourite type of joggers aka Callum’s joggers.
You turned over facing him as he sat at his desk, you asked “how long will you be?” He turned to you “just finishing this bit and I’m done.” You smiled as he finished up whatever he seemed to be doing on the computer. Once he turn off his computer screen, he crawled into bed with you and pulled you into him. He turned the tv on as you snuggled into your loving boyfriend. Cal asked “what we watching love?” You hummed “maybe we could watch the new Brassic?” He smiled “yeah, I enjoyed that.” You commented “yeah, honestly the boys remind me of brassic besides the crime and weed.” “Yeah I get you like the personalities.” “Yeah!” So that was the plan. You two cuddled together and watched Brassic all night long. Later after you were done watching the show you both went to sleep holding each other closely.
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✎Character: Neutral gender MC (GN!MC), Simeon Obey Me!
All character and picture belong to: Obey Me! One Master to Rule Them All
🎂 Happy Birthday my malewife angel :D. One shot for you
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"MC, what is that thing you're holding?"
Simeon comes behind you and points at your diary. You're panicked and close the book instantly. "No, it's nothing!"
Simeon innocently just staring at you, "Oh, okay then"
"But, Simeon... What brings you here? ... What is that thing you're holding?" You're curiously looking at the handsome angel that sits in your window
No human in this world would expect a night where they're visited by an angel who brings bedtime stories. But Simeon, being an unexpected angel, does it. He is just laughing at your question, he scratched his ear awkwardly.
"It's actually... Luke's book. I just want to say "Good night" to you. I know I can text or call you, but... I want to say it directly... So... I came here... And forgot that I promised Luke to read one of his favorite stories"
You can't help but laugh at it, how come? Simeon always strikes you as a composed man, and now he's coming rushing to you just to say good night, and accidentally brings his son's book?
"Well then," you said. "You gonna read me a story now? Should I wash my feet first and come to bed, papa?"
"MC...." Simeon hid under his hand, it's so fun to tease him like this.
"Okay, fine. But since you're here, you can't just go off to Purgatory Hall now." You throw your eyes to House of Lamentation's garden, the only visible place in the middle of the dark night, "Wanna take a stroll?" Simeon nodded.
You both walked side by side, to avoid uneasiness, you both talk about the trivia. But in the end, Simeon just telling you a story from Luke's book he holds.
"... So the mama bear told them "It's time to sleep, tomorrow is going to be a long adventure" and the babies fell asleep. Such a simple story, don't you think?"
"But, Simeon... Ain't we comin' here so you can escape my tease?"
"Eh, that's right - WAIT, IT'S NOT LIKE THAT-"
Oh, this clumsy angel~
You both sit down at the garden bench, letting the cold night air come and go. Yet, Simeon ear is still red.
"Aren't you cold, Simeon?"
"Y-Yeah, I do. But I can handle it, how about you?"
Seeing you shivering, Simeon's eyes widened a bit. He has nothing in his hand, so he hugs you.
"S-Simeon…?"
"Ops, sorry. You look cold, so I reflexively hug you"
His wide chest felt so warm, his arm holds you tightly, makes you feel comfortable to lean on.
"Simeon... Why did you being so clumsy today? I mean, I don't mind but... That's just strange, you even come to just to say good night to me"
"Uh... It's a secret"
You turned and looked into his eyes, "Hey, no secret between us"
"But it's... WAH-" Simeon jolted when you raise your arm. Your finger searching for his ticklish place.
"Wahahaha! No! MC, please!"
"Say it or no stop for it!
"Waaaah! No, please....!"
You continue to tickle him until you both fall from the garden bench.
"Oh MC, AHAHAHHA! No, please! I just want you to be the first to say "Happy birthday" for me! AHAHAHAHahaha..."
Now it's your turn to have red ears.
The night air being more cold and cold as the time pass by, but it's the heat who's brushing towards you two
"Uhm..."
"...."
"Sorry, I slipped up. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable..."
Yeah, tomorrow is his birthday, but...
"Well, if you want it so bad, you can ask me tomorrow, no?"
"...Yeah, sorry. I don't mean to bother. Sorry for being so selfish and careless..."
The clock at House of Lamentation faintly tolling. 12 times, but the angel in front of you is busy burying his face behind his hand.
Simeon peeking through his finger, seeing your face just as blushed as himself. He raises his head and hugs you again.
"...MC, it's midnight already... Would you... Wish me the happy birthday...?"
He looked into your eyes with a spark of hope, as if he's ready to cry if you say no. Well, as if you would refuse him in the first place
"Happy birthday, Simeon. I wish you the best for this year. But I personally gonna wish you to be more clumsy"
" ! "
"Heheh, you're far more cute this way"
Now he's ready to dig a hole.
"Ah, uhm.... O-okay... If that's what you want... Thank you, MC"
He averts his gaze from you. You know for sure he's already trying to search for another topic.
"Ah, MC. Look, the moon is beautiful tonight"
"Now, did you just accidentally confess your love for me...?"
"Huh...? Oh! Hehehe, I just remember that was a way human confess their love to each other..."
"Oh, Simeon!"
You two burst out laughing.
Simeon still locks his eyes to yours, a calm gaze, his composed eyes. He's just smiling brightly, there's no voice coming out of his mouth. You're amazed by his tender expression.
"But that one was on purpose though"
#now i think about it this one shot is so long#ah yes Im still exist here#finally one wip posted#*putting aside 10 other draft*#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me solmare#obey me fanfic#obey me simeon#shall we date obey me#obey me fic#obey me side characters#obey me mc#simeon x you#simeon x mc#simeon obey me#simeon x reader#gn!mc#gn!reader
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Double Vision as a father.
Ray better kill him before Double puts his bloody claws on MC and even thinks of forming a family with them. /j
Dude, no, imagine being his CHILD, i feel sorry for anyone who has Double as some type of...paternal figure, LMFAO.
Experiencing parenthood isn't on my “to-do list”. Plus having a child, on this ECONOMY? I'm good.
Parenting is a humbling experience, my parents had taught me AND told me that. Well, that is certainly my fault because I was the devil reincarnated when I was a kid— but they still call me their little devil so not much has changed I guess. ( ͡°з ͡°)
But in this scenario...even if the circumstances aren't ideal, I believe that anyone can do their best if they really want to, it's not easy. It isn't the children's fault that their parents are so troubled. (meaning, if their progenitor is Double Vision in this case, lol)
I've discussed this with my best friend once, a long time ago and they said something about how Double will view his child as a possesion and extension of himself (and yours too, because he would only care about that kid just enough 'cause you are attached to them), i kind of agree with him. But, I mean? If Double Vision has kids with MC, wouldn't that mean he is fond with the idea of having kids? I haven't mentioned nothing about him being capable of “baby trapping” you because everyone else is disposable to him but you aren't. For all he cares, he only needs to held you tight by your throat to remember that he only needs you, he doesn't want or need someone else. In this scenario, your child was planned and wanted.
Even if you loved your child, he will be uncapable of loving them back the same way you love them but he wouldn't be uncaring, dude is deranged and a major bad influence. Mostly because of the way he is and taking in consideration the fact that his parents were emotionally and psychically absent when he needed them around, it's not an excuse considering how in this similar scenario Ray didn't had NO good-present parental figures on his whole life but wants to try his best, it just kind of explains why he acts and why would he act like that. I'm not saying that Ray would be perfect at parenting a child just a bit better than Double for sure, not gonna lie Double gives me “crazy-unstable uncle” vibes.
He is not right in the head, neither i am but hey, this is not a competition for who's more deranged, so...someone has to be the relatively-stable and emotionally available parental figure. (Meaning, YOU.)
Just sane enough to not make a mini Double 2.0. Who can be worse.
He would care...and “love” (the way he “loves you” is pretty different) his own child his very particular way. Yeah, he would be cruel and a piece of shit to you but just a tiny mean and highly authoritarian towards his child.
me if our kid ever asks me why their father fucking SUCKS at giving advice and why is it always has to end up with someone getting hurt:
"Mini-me, if you ever need adivice, you can open up to me and say whatever is bothering that little head of yours. Keeping some ugly thoughts to yourself isn't good, whatever it is, I'll never judge you and you'll never scare me off....What about your dad...? Eh, he...just isn't the best giving out advice. Some people aren't good with their words...and tend to say things that are bad, sometimes it's better to do...whatever you think is right instead of following what others may "advice” you but you can always double-check with me to know if you are doing the right thing.
Why, you ask? WELL... what about if we just...OH, what if we go out for a bit? Would you like that? I'll buy you whatever you want. ANYTHING! Just...dont tell your dad, okay..."
It's sad but it's not easy to explain to children why their mom/dad/parent acts or behaves “weird” or is incapable of doing things their other parent can do.
Oh well, i believe Double's kid wouldn't question what their dad tells them to do or say because...that's their father, they don't know any better than what their parents tell them.
Double's parental skills aren't the best; he is driven by his own emotions and he is the definition of what impulsivity means. He doesn't care much about consequences and who he might hurt to achieve what he wants and what he NEEDS. (You, again, for example. He obliterated the previous Night Crew members because of your “disappearance”. He may or may not broken someone's bones and mayyybe, just maybe! I think... he threatened some people here and there to get your location.)
I thought that maybe he would use your own child as a weapon to tame you so you'll do whatever he says. Emotional manipulation and conditioning...not even that poor kid is safe from that, Double is VERY MUCH controlling and overprotective. No matter how you behave, he stills wants you but of course, he loves a defiant behavior but he can't deny that he enjoys it when you "make things easier".
After all, parents will do anything for their children, right? Oh well, I'll be guessing that you'll do that for the sake of your child. Sorry if I'm wrong.
It doesn't really matter how that child appeared or how they were conceived and brought to you two to form a family. Those little details don't matter, you'll try your best, right? No matter what. You don't have much of an option if you are with Double, I guess. ಠಿ_ಠ
But I have the feeling that this freak will be overjoyed if the kid, shares your and his blood and genes. Just another thing to reaffirm his ownership over you. I don't think he will be capable of harming his own child, psychically, I mean. Maybe he WILL threaten you and say he'll hurt your kid when you “act feisty” so you'll give up.
Double Vision wouldn't be jealous at all of his child if they take all the attention from his most beloved possession off him because they aren't simply a bit of a threat to him and that kid is just trying to bond with you, i don't think Double would even bother to get in between of the parent of his kid and his child. Unless it is to annoy you or just be insufferable, as usual.
I like the idea that he underestimates what his child is capable of doing, lol.
For my own mental peace, i didn't added details like “what if your child had abilities?”. Because I have the feeling Double will be up to NO good with that little piece of information.
But let's just sit and think about it, either way, if your child is an ability holder or not, doesn't really matter if Daddy Double is around. Anything is possible and who is he to deny his child's wish to follow his daddy's step? Villainy, I mean, lol.
He would be overjoyed and proud his child wants to be a villain, like his parents. Well, he still is a villain and MC is not longer in the business because of Double, LMAO.
If you'd like to enter a more dangerous territory well, what if his kid wanted to become a hero? Not even an option, haha.
It's not like they have one, being a villain or just a regular citizen, no child of Double is going to become a hero on his guard. He will be very open about his distaste on the wish of his child wanting to be a hero, he might be ticked off by that.
Maybe he is usually cold-headed when he interacts with his own child, I think it's enough with him having you in edge constantly, at least he wouldn't behave or treat them the same way he treats you. Even though, there are times that his patience runs thin (when annoyed or angry, not entirely directed towards his child) and could say some concerning things that his child may take to heart.
Parents knows best, I've heard from a certain someone say before.
Now, what if that child grows? Woah, they are going through the terrifying, horrifying, traumatizing, horrible phase of adolescence! Amazing, worst years of my life! ᕕ( ՞ ᗜ ՞ )ᕗ
They are slowing growing into becoming an adult, they might realize how different everything looks when you are a bit...mature, you become more aware of what's going on around you. They will notice about how some behaviors from their parents aren't normal and not what they seemed, I'm specifically talking about Double Vision but you get it.
Maybe they will develop a rocky relationship with you but I believe that no matter what they will still love you and care for you, maybe you'll become their favorite and appreciate more the way you cared for them, who knows. Maybe they will hate you because you didn't tried enough and had to choose Double Vision as their shitty dad (I think it's for the best if they didn't know the reality of your situation 😁), they will grew and distant but who knows...?
About Double, I have the feeling that for their own sake they'll ignore his dad's existence as much as they can, Double is aware of that and doesn't care that much but I won't deny that he might be annoyed by that and oh NO! They ended up being just like you and Double is going to pick on you for that and even say that is your fault why they hate him so much.
Maybe it's for the better if your kid ended up being more like you rather than Double.
Double is an only child so i believe that he'll only want one single kid but I don't think he would be opposed of having another one but MAYBE, just maybe, no!
But there's something I believe that everyone can agree on and that's on the fact that Double looks so fucking HOT with grey hair.
And oh my FUCKING God, his gloves? You can see his tattooed sleeves and his neck? I feel like a Victorian man seeing a woman's ankles for the first time. I want to break his senile back.
Conclusion, could you have kids with Double? Absolutely, will he be a good dad? Questionable but most likely, not. I think he might be like his parents, he exists but he isn't a reliable person for his kids, it's kind of difficult to come a conclusion because he is so complex to me, my opinion on him is always ever-changing.
OH YEAH, you and your child might be the only ones besides some of your family members who probably meet him wayyyyyy before, a long time ago, that know his real name. It isn't that relevant but one of the most important things a kid has to know it's their parents name and last name, right? Not that Double's real name is going to be used as much as you might think.
I wrote this solely because I had a dream where Double Vision was my uncle and he lived on my grandparents backyard??? Sick and I just wanted to post this because I spent three days of my life writing this and then chickened out.
This post in particular wasn't proofreaded (at all) by my friends that usually encourage to post my dusty drafts.
I hope you liked it, I might add some things to this post in the future...
Anyways, Haley bae is next. Maybe even Binary Star because I think having kids with him sounds scary, if you are aware of WHY ARE YOU having kids with him on the first place (canonically speaking).
How would Double actually act if he ever had a kid: /j
I had this video on repeat playing in my head while writing this.
#binary star hero#bshvn#bsh#double vision#bsh double vision#that one post od peepaw double activated a neuron#i love peepaw double#i love the elderly!!!!!
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