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Rose Covered Skin
Fezco x Latina!reader
Cuz I fell in love with this ginger drug dealer I’m hopping on the bandwagon and writing a Latina reader with fez. I think fez needs a Latina in his life lol so I’m giving him one.
Rated Mature (language, drug use, strip tease, poor attempt of describing the dance lol)
“Is that the hot neighbor you said your brother been drooling over?” Asked rue as she looked out the front window of ash and fez’s apartment. Ashtray was in the kitchen pouring himself some cereal as he laughed.
“Is she walking around with some big ass dogs?”
“Yea”
“Yea that’s her” he laughed as he sat down at the table.
“Every time she walks by the window he tries to go out there and talk to her.”
“Aww does our Fez got himself a little crush” rue said as she walked over to the table and pinched fez’s cheek. He swatted her hand away as he focused on his phone. Trying to ignore what they were talking about.
“Fez if you don’t get up she’s gonna be gone”
“He waits until she comes back from her walk” ash says with a mouthful of cereal.
“You have a big mouth ash” fez looked up from his phone and glared at his brother. Both rue and ash laughed at his face. Fezco got up from the table and walked towards the door.
“Where you going fez? We’re just joking” rue said as she wiped her eye.
“I’m going to the shop and get something”
“…” both rue and ash looked at each other and smirked.
“Y’all do too much” he sucked his teeth and went out the door. He could hear their laughter from outside the door as he shook his head with a small smile on his face. Fez sat at the bottom of the stairs and lit his blunt.
“Hey fez” came your voice. Fez blew his smoke away from you and smiled.
“Hey y/n, how you doin?”
“I’m fine and you?”
“Yea I’m good just got a friend saying hi and bugging me”
You giggled and shifted your weight on to your right foot. Hip popped to the side giving fez a chance to eye it, he followed the curve of your leg up and to the detailed ink of roses going from your thigh and under the shorts. His eyes met yours as you looked at him with fluttering lashes.
“Saw one of your girlfriends in the window earlier” you looked at your nails as you said this.
“Who rue? Nah she ain’t my girlfriend. She a friend of the family” he took a hit of his blunt.
“But you do have a girl tho?”
“Nah ma ain’t got a girl, not yet” he looked at you from under his lashes. He sat back on the steps and eyed your body slowly until they got to your eyes.
“Mm” you said as you puckered your lips and nodded. Your dogs whined at your side and you looked at them.
“Well, I’ll see you later fez the girls are getting upset they didn’t eat yet. Maybe come by my job? ” You walked up to him slowly. You bent down and grabbed his blunt from his fingers, “I’ll save you a dance” you brought it up to your lips and inhaled. You placed the blunt to his lips and the smoke rolled out of your mouth as you stood back up.
He smiled as he slowly stood up. You looked up at him as he stood over you. The both of you stood there staring at each other. The sexual tension strong as you waited for him to make a move. You wanted him to touch you so bad. He wanted the same, he wanted to touch you, to feel your hot skin.
He moved closer as the tip of his nose brushed the side of your forehead. You closed your eyes as you felt him. You could feel his breath on your cheek as he moved his nose across your cheek. His hand that wasn’t holding the blunt moved to your hip as he brought you closer to him.
“Hey fez, I thought you were going to the shop” ash’s voice broke through the haze between the two of you as you opened your eyes and met the ones of the younger brother.
“Hey ashy, how you doin little man” you asked as you slowly moved back from fez’s hold and to the side of him. Fez exhaled through his nose as he rolled his head and turned to look up at his brother. Fez’s cheeks were flushed as he looked up at him.
“Sup (nickname) I’m good” he said with a small knowing smile as his eyes shifted from you to his brother. “I see you doin good too” a snort came from the side of the door.
You shook your head with smile as you looked down and then looked at fez. He rubbed his face with his hand as he put the unlit blunt behind his ear.
“Yea get my keys and we can go” he huffed as he looked at his brother then to you.
“I’ll see you later tonight?” You stepped to him and kissed his cheek. A shiny kiss mark was left behind and he gave a small smile.
“Yea I’ll see you” he said as he watched you walk away until you went around the corner.
“Fez you fucking simp” came Rue’s voice as both her and ash started to cackle and ran back into the apartment as fez turned a glare at them.
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“Gentlemen let me introduce our star of the night to the stage, Ivy!” The announcer’s voice came over the speakers as desire by Meg Myers played. You walked on stage with slow and precise steps as you walked to the center pole.
The red lights bathed the stage as you grabbed the pole did a twist into a squat. The white bikini you wore hugged your body tightly as you threw your head back and ran your other hand down your body.
You rolled your head to the side and slid back up as you turned and continued your dance. The feel of the song made your body tingled as you swung on the pole. You held it with your legs and hung your body down. Your hands ran up your body slowly until you cup your breast. You opened your eyes and met fez’s.
He watched you with lidded eyes. He licked his lips as he watched you drop down on to a split on your knees. Your back to him you gathered your hair up and moved your hips. Turning around you crawled to the edge of the stage where he sat. You hung your head off the stage as you moved your left hand through your breast and onto your neck. Your legs bent at the knees as you moved your body in the air. Grinding it as if someone was there.
Your eyes closed as you opened your mouth and moaned lowly. Fez eyes hungry as he watched you. They widened when he watched you lift your legs into the air and practically swung your body over the stage and onto his lap.
Your hair fell over his shoulder as you brought your head back onto his shoulder. You brought your left hand up to his cheek and rolled your body on top of him. Moving his face to look at you, you brought your face closer to him so that he could feel the faint touch of your lips.
You looked down and then to his eyes. You could feel his breath on your lips as he huffs and puffs. You could feel him harden under you and smiled. Letting his face go you bent forward as you sat on his crotch.
Moving your legs from the side of him to the middle and opening his. You placed your hands on each of his knees as you grind yourself on his hardness. Grabbing his hands you ran them up your torso until they got to your breast and you squeezed.
Falling back on to his chest you continued to dance on him as you felt him squeeze you one more time. You got up slowly as you turned to look at him and danced a little in between his legs. You kept your half lidded eyes on him as you placed your hands on his knees and swung your hair and turned to get back on stage. You swung yourself a couple times on the pole and left as the song came to an end.
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Fez sat at the bar nursing the drink he ordered as he waited for you. He thought about the way your body felt and how you smelled. He wanted to feel you again.
“Hey” you whispered into his ear as you sat next to him.
Fez looked over to you and smiled, “sup, you were amazing.”
“Thanks my boss said that was my best routine,” you laughed as you placed a drink order with the bartender.
“She said you should come by more often if I was gonna perform like that” he chuckled as he drank the rest of his drink. You smiled too as you got your drink.
“I might if I get to take you home at the end of the night”
“Hmm, what’s in it for me?” You asked as you took a sip of your drink.
“Whatever you want”
“Oh really?”
“Whatever you want” he said as he leaned towards you. Your noses touched each other and you bit your lip with a smile.
“Ok I got my car with me tho” you said as you moved back a bit. He brought your face closer and kissed your lips once. He broke the kiss and looked at you. Swiping his thumb over your bottom lip he looked at your eyes again.
“Leave it I’ll come by in the morning and get it for you, k”
“Ok”
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*knock knock knock knock*
“Who is it?”
“It’s me ash” came Rue’s voice.
He opened the door and let her in. Ash walked into the kitchen as he made himself something to eat.
“Fez here?”
“Nah he’s out right now. You need something?”
“His car’s outside” she pointed her thumb to the door. Ash raised his eyebrow as he walked to the window and looked out. Sure enough the car is there.
He walked to the back and knocked on his brother’s door. But he didn’t come to it. Ash opened and looked inside and saw no one.
“Yea I don’t know where he is”
“Maybe he’s at his girlfriend’s place” rue wiggled her eyebrows. Ash rolled his eyes and went back to the kitchen.
Fezco walked right as ash walked into the kitchen, “sup lil bro whatcha doin” he asked as he made his way to his room.
“Nothin” ash answered as he watched him go. He turned to look at Rue who was sitting at the couch. She gave him a knowing look and watched fez come back out.
“Sup fez”
“Hey rue, when you get here?”
“Been here for a couple of minutes”
Fez nodded his head, “cool.”
“Where you go?” Ash asked as he looked at his brother changed clothes.
“I was doing something. Why you need something Rue? Cuz I told you I’m cutting you off”
“I know I just wanted to hang with you guys. Maybe get some weed. Nothing hard just that”
“Ash can help you with that” he said as he walked towards the door and left. Both Rue and Ash ran to the window and looked outside. They watched as fez went down the stairs and around the corner.
“No fucking way” both kids ran out the door and down the stairs just in time to see fez go up the stairs that led to your apartment floor. They watched as fez pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the door. Your door.
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Fez kicked off his shoes at the door and petted one of the dogs that came up to him. He made his way towards your bedroom door and went in. He took his shirt off and his pants. He pulled the covers back enough to get in and slid right next to you.
His arms went around your waist and pulled you back into his side. You mumbled and he shushed you telling you to go back to sleep. He buried his face in your hair and inhaled your smell. Kissing your head one last time before he fell asleep.
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Mask Off /// Ghostface!Azriel X F!Reader
Summary: "can i please request one where azriel is ghostface and he terrorizes bad people, and he has a rival ghostface who interrupts his missions/steal his targets and it pisses him off so he plans to kill the rival, he has the ghostface pinned and takes the mask off, plotwist it’s his mate who is just as confused as him."
Warnings: Mentions of murder and blood.
Word Count: 2,2K
Notes: I'm completely obsessed with Scream for a really long time, so this request was so fun to do. Also, thank you @fieldofdaisiies for this amazing little Moodboard for this fic. Happy Halloween guys!
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The lights flickered, and the sound of his boots against the wet floor contributed to the eerie atmosphere, the slight splash of water whenever he stepped on a puddle. Azriel felt his blood run hotter as anger spread throughout his being, pinned against a wall, throat slit open, was his target, a well-known rapist, the male he was supposed to kill tonight.
On the wall behind him, written with the man’s blood:
“Too late, Mr.Ghostface! Maybe next time..”
Consumed by rage, Azriel let his fist connect with the corpse’s face, the impact breaking the nose, but he wouldn’t mind, would he?
He walked away, removing his mask and the cloak, revealing equally black pants and a t-shirt. He shoved everything inside his backpack and walked to where he had his motorcycle parked. He sat on top of it, mind still rushing with anger as yet another target was getting killed before he had the chance to do the job.
Azriel knew that he was wrong on a certain level, but Velaris needed him, needed this. He was paid by someone named R to get rid of the bad people in the city, corrupt politicians, rapists, murderers, drug dealers, and all the scum that composed the underworld of Velaris.
It was Cassian, his ex-military best friend who had suggested this to him, R paid well, and he was unemployed for a whole year, depending solely on the income from his wonderful mate, Y/N was the sweetest woman alive, she always helped him a and she was the light of his life.
But her work in an office was barely enough for her to finish her college degree and for them to get going, with the Increasing of their rent, and everything else. He had to watch her work hard while his applications were denied, one after the other. So in a desperate measure, he accepted. And as much as he hated it and hated to lie to her even more, he was happy to be helping and keeping her safe from people who would harm her.
At least like that, soon enough he would have enough for her to drop that awful job of hers, her boss would hit on her and make her life hell whenever she denied him, Azriel had to contain himself many times, how he wanted to get rid of him, for even thinking about laying a finger on his mate.
He headed home, where Y/N was resting, trying to forget about his rival that was trying really hard to get him pissed. About two months ago he started to get where his targets were supposed to be, just to find them killed, dripping in blood and with their throats open. Pretty much like he did whenever he got to actually finish it. He was trying really hard to find who this was, cuz not finishing a job meant not getting paid.
He slowly climbed into bed, his warm mate turning to his side, hugging him, kissing his arm in her sleep, her fresh scent as she had just walked out of the shower, relaxed him enough to fall asleep fast. The tiredness of the day weighed on him.
⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆
“What about your trip?” Azriel asked, shoving a handful of cereals in his mouth as he watched Y/N sip on a cup of tea, her working clothes doing wonders to her body, he watched her up and down, stopping at her blushing cheeks, this woman would be the death of him.
“He got a new secretary, I pity her, but at least he left me alone and I don’t have to travel with him anymore.” She said with a relaxed smile and he nodded.
“Good, I hated when he took my mate away.” Which, to be fair, was quite often, not long trips, but often enough to annoy Azriel.
“Not anymore, love.” She said, finishing her tea, and rushing to kiss him, before getting her keys and leaving for work.
His phone buzzed on the countertop, a message from R telling him that his next target was chosen and he should be found at a party in two days.
⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆
Y/N tapped her nails against the desk, feeling the anger creep up in the form of a cold shiver in her spine. Her boss was particularly annoying today, she closed her eyes. The image of the lifeless body, his blood warm on her made her squeeze the mouse between her left hand. She killed criminals, not really annoying men who didn’t know their places. Her phone buzzed.
“The black party. In two days. Y. Slater.” It was all that said, she sighed. The money was good, another rich person trying to get rid of their enemies, it didn’t hurt that each one of her targets were bad people, someone who had done terrible things to others for their own gain.
She had never killed before this, but as she saw the innocent hiring proposal for a bodyguard, and the really good amount of money they promised, she applied. She had a very vast knowledge of martial arts, and she could easily get rid of someone, so when the handsome male said what he really wanted, she agreed. The chance of a better life for her and her mate was beyond her morals.
Not having to struggle with rent, college debt, and everything else. The thought of not living in that crappy place anymore, not needing to count every penny at the end of the month, and wanting to take him out and shower him with gifts made all the wrong things about the job useless.
So she took a deep breath, deleted the message, and went about with her day, mind focusing on the amount of money she would have if she kept saving it. The only difficult part was to explain this to Azriel.
⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆
Everyone wore black, and the masks also were present, so no one minded the masked figure lurking in every corner. Azriel kept a close eye on his target, the man was surrounded by people and a half-naked woman squirming on his lap.
From the corner of his eyes, another hooded figure caught his attention, same clothes and the same mask, but significantly smaller. Azriel narrowed his eyes, looking like his second target arrived just in time.
The party went on, and the other Ghostface remained rooted in place just like him, it didn’t seem like they saw him, which was good for him. The woman still squirming in the male's lap whispered something in his ear, he nodded eagerly and they got up, heading for a more secluded place in the luxurious nightclub.
Y/N had spotted her rival as soon as she arrived, but her target was the main focus, annoying them was just a bonus. Rhys would send her on missions in another city, which led her to pretend to travel a lot for work, but as her targets got killed and Velaris was on a growing spree of bad people, he moved her here.
She was always a step ahead of the other one, and this made her proud. She would linger a little longer sometimes, just to see them burning with rage, then she would rush home and pretend to be asleep, always the nice, dutiful mate.
The woman who escorted the target yelled something about getting more champagne and left the room. As she passed by Y/N, the latter tapped her shoulder and warned.
“Don’t come back.” She placed her indicator finger in the mask's mouth and the woman swallowed dryly, a shiver down her spine. She nodded, rushing away from the scene.
The room was big, a bed was placed in the center and mirrors filled the ceiling. Rich people really liked to show off. The door to the bathroom swung open and the male stepped out again, heading for the bed. Azriel opened the door, and the male jumped in his seat.
“I think you have the wrong room dude.” Azriel walked closer in silence, blade in hand, shining in the dim light, the male’s breath got stuck in his throat and a tickle of sweat ran down his forehead. “Is it money that you want?” Azriel shook his head in denial. “I can pay whatever your price is, just leave me alone.” The male tried to get up but Azriel rushed, his knife sunk in the pale skin as the man tried to dodge. “WHAT THE HELL?”
Azriel turned around, and the other Ghostface dared to show up, closing the door, only one of them would get out of this room, and most certainly would be him. He removed his knife, stabbing the man three more times before he turned to the other one, the male fell to the floor in a puddle of blood and agony, whining like a pig as he tried to crawl away from them.
He launched for them, his big body overpowering their smaller one, they were sent with their back to the door, the air getting knocked out of their lungs, Azriel threw a punch, hitting the wooden door as they spun, getting out of the way, the other one kicked his stomach, making him curl as they darted towards him, circulating him and jumping on their back.
The small arms wrapped around his neck as they tried to knock him out, the man kept crawling and agonizing towards the bathroom, his cries annoying both of the killers. Azriel stumbled backward, knocking them on the wall two times before they let go of him, he turned to them, punching them in the nose, this made Y/N dizzy and she used her knife, making an ugly slash across his forearm. Azriel hissed in pain and anger and his hands grabbed the small and very soft waist, tackling the other one to the ground.
He sat on their stomach, pinning their hands to the ground with his right hand while the other one reached for the mask. A million scenarios passed through his mind, but in neither of them, the face of his mate would be bleeding behind that damned mask.
Azriel didn’t say a thing, just watching the blood drip from her nose. From the punch he had given her. Her eyebrows scrunched in confusion as he didn’t fulfil his plans, instead, he reached for his own mask, her eyes widened as his flushed face was revealed to her.
“Well, this is new.” She said, and it felt like he was awake from a trance, blinking, he took a deep breath.
“I must say, I wasn’t expecting this.” He retorted, feeling the urge to laugh at the whole situation, while he was sneaking out to do his job, she was doing the very same. “Out of all people, I’d never thought it was you. Maybe Cassian or someone else.”
“Cassian is in this too?” She asked in disbelief.
“He introduced me to this.” He winked. “But you? Never you.”
“I’m not as sweet and innocent as you think, handsome.” She giggled and Azriel leaned in, kissing her forehead.
“I see that sweetheart.” She scrunched her face in pain.
“Can you get up? My head is pounding.” He quickly got up, pulling her with him, more blood dripping from her nose.
“I’m so sorry, love.” He apologized.
“It’s okay, we should probably see your arm, it’s pretty bad.” Azriel brushed her off. The male kept crying, trying to close the bathroom door.
“Do you want to team up instead?” She asked, knife in hand as she walked towards the bathroom, Azriel watched as she stepped on top of the man, grabbing a handful of hair, pulling his head backwards as she lowered and slashed his throat, blood splashing on the white floor. “I was planning on actually killing you but I’m glad it’s you Azzie.” She winked and Azriel laughed at the similarities.
“That’s funny, I was planning on killing you too, I’m glad I didn't do it, baby.” He pulled her closer. “We’re teaming up for sure, but only if you tell me how you tricked me last week.” He said, pulling her with him as they weren’t leaving a crime scene but rather a nice restaurant.
“Of course love, if you show me how you tackled me down to the ground.” She turned to him, winking. “It was kinda hot.”
Azriel laughed, they both got their masks back and he led the way back to his motorcycle. As they removed their clothes and masks he looked at her.
“How did you get here?” He inquired.
“Nah, got an Uber, rather easy to leave a crime scene like this.” She said with a laugh, looking at the mask in her hands before shoving it inside his backpack. “Do you think R would mind us using the uniform in bed?”
“What?” He asked, climbing the bike, she got up behind him, leaning closer to his ear.
“You look so good in that mask, it would be such a waste not to use it, Mr.Ghostface.” She purred in his ear and he shivered, smirking as she got his helmet on her head, starting to drive home.
“You’re such a temptation.” He barked and she giggled.
“Only for you, handsome.”
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Hello Vi! I have a request for you, only if it inspires
Tutor AU! With one or more of your fave suitors tutoring you for your upcoming exams;
Leonardo, Comte, Gilbert, Leon, Silvio and Clavis!
I'd love to see what you come up with ❤️❤️❤️
A/N: I had a very immediate idea for Comte so I went with him for this request!
Comte x Reader, Tutor AU/ Modern AU
WC: ~1.9k
The library looms large as you hurry up the wide, slate-colored steps under a sky exhaling its last breath of evening color. The stars are slowly blinking into existence, determined to shine before they are hidden behind the slow-moving blanket of clouds heading their way. You would pause to enjoy the ephemeral moment when dusk ebbs into night.....
Except Comte is inside, waiting for you.
You’re still not sure how it’s come to this. Comte as your tutor. Your mind travels back several weeks….
Several weeks ago:
One minute you're balancing an armful of books along with your backpack and several bags of uneven groceries that are seriously testing your stubborn decision to do it all in ONE trip. The next, however, everything is falling onto the polished grey tile floor of your building’s lobby, the objects seeming to leap like lemmings out of your arms. As you stand there, staring defeatedly at the scattered mess, lost in the gravity of your poor decision, the elevator doors you were originally trying to reach slide open and like the pearly gates unveiling an angel, Comte de St Germain steps out, in the process of buttoning his elegant camel-colored coat with one hand.
Before you can say a word, he takes in your forlorn expression, the embarrassing pile of your things at your feet, and he is by your side, kneeling, helping you gather up your stray apples and the mini-boxes of cereal you are probably way too old for but love anyway. Your cheeks flush as you stammer a thank you.
You know him more by reputation than actual acquaintance. He lives in the sprawling penthouse at the apex of your building, the crowning glory of the gothic structure, and is usually spoken about in whispers and sighs by the other residents:
“Comte? He’s a museum director downtown.”
“I hear he is a world-famous antique dealer who has made millions.”
“He’s gotta be a tech-millionaire with all that dough.”
“Well I know someone who knows someone who swears he’s a member of the royal family of some tiny European country.”
“I don’t care what he does. He’s got to be loaded to live up there.”
“I hear he’s never been married.”
“My cousin’s best friend’s neighbor's babysitter says he’s divorced from someone super famous.”
“You know what he is? I'll tell ya. Drop dead gorgeous.”
This mysterious man with eyes the color of desert sands is on the ground in his expensive suit and coat, helping you gather your plebeian things and oh, do you want to melt into the floor and disappear.
Until……
He stops, holding one of the books you had been juggling, a surprised expression crossing his classically beautiful face.
“‘The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire’ by Edward Gibbon. Fourth edition.” He seems impressed, curiosity flaring to life in the mesmerizing gold of his eyes.
And you take that lifeline, words stumbling over themselves across the knot of your tied tongue as you explain you are a graduate student, majoring in history, mentally preparing yourself for the avalanche of final exams heading your way.
And how he smiles, his long fingers tracing the embossed lettering along the spine of your book, borrowed from the local library. Entranced by the movement, you can't look away from his hand, reverence hushing his voice as he explains how he works for a museum (Points to the woman in Apartment 15B for getting that one), how he also studied history.
And then one thing leads to another and your rambling about the stress of your exams and crunch for time has evolved into Comte St. Germain, the mysterious Bruce Wayne of your building, offering to tutor you.
The Present:
And now here you stand, the night of your final session, heart prowling, turning circles in your chest like an unruly feline.
Taking a steadying breath, you continue up the steps and head inside, enjoying the sound of your heeled boots across the polished wooden floor. Past towering shelves filled with books you go until you reach the narrow iron staircase in the back, the one that spirals upwards to the second floor. Your feet follow the path they have gotten used to over the last few weeks, through the racks, down a narrow gangway until you reach the small cluster of tables at the western corner of the library, the ones underneath the imposing arched window that allows you a clear view of the darkening sky and the pale orange glow of the streetlamp across the street.
Comte looks up from the book he has been reading and offers you a smile, at once familiar and exotic.
“Ah, there you are, chérie. Ready for our final session?”
Something inside you constricts at the thought that this is the last time you will be here with him like this, tucked away in the surprising intimacy of a large public library, listening to his honeyed voice as you discuss not only history, but also the mundane: what music he listens to when he goes on long drives, his favorite type of wine, the best tea for a rainy Sunday morning. And it isn't just his speaking….Comte listens. He really listens when you talk, when you ask questions, when you give an opinion. He rests his chin on his hand, head tilted ever so slightly, his entire attention focused on you, whether you are explaining the fine points of one of the many Treaties of Paris or doing your best to convince him that dipping your French fries in your milkshake really does make them taste better.
With the glow of remembrance in your smile, you slide into the seat next to him, running your fingers along the soft grain of the elegant wooden chair as you settle in.
“Ready as I'll ever be,” you say, returning his smile while looking at the array of books he has spread out across the table. “Let’s do this.”
“Oui,” he says as his smile curves into a grin. “Tonight we’re focusing on art for your art history final. You already sent me the list of pieces your professor wants you to know for your exam so we can work our way through those.”
You breathe in, trying not to get distracted by the warm, earthy scent of his cologne.
“Professor Leonardo is great but it’s such a long list….” Your shoulders slump at the thought of tackling everything on it. And then you feel Comte’s hand there, on your forearm, warm even through the soft material of your blouse.
“Then let us begin.”
He spends hours, guiding you through Girl with the Pearl Earring, The Birth of Venus, Las Meninas, and Water Lillies. You wander through the great masters like an enamored visitor in an enchanted garden, listening as Comte helps you to remember what you have learned about the paintings as well as unlocking secrets you have never heard before. He leads you through the design of the Colosseum, the Parthenon, Hagia Sofia, Notre Dame, his voice a golden thread that spins you across the architectural wonders. And now, in your final hour of study, he opens the book of sculptures. You visit Rodin’s Thinker, Michelangelo’s David, the Venus de Milo. And finally, you come to the last sculpture on your list: Psyche Revived by Cupid’s Kiss by Antonio Canova.
“Ah…” He pulls the book closer, the photograph of the sculpture filling the page. “This….is a masterpiece of….” He glances over at you, brow lifted as he waits for the answer.
“Neoclassicism…but with strong elements of the Romantic, given the subject matter.”
“Bien joué.” The praise falls from his lips softly, slides over you like melting wax, sends a jolt of heat across your skin. He doesn’t seem to notice as he flattens down the pages with both hands, his bright eyes roaming over the image.
“So you know the story of Cupid and Psyche?”
You try to remember what Professor Leonardo explained in class when he had introduced the sculpture. “She opened a forbidden jar and was put to sleep as punishment?”
Comte nods. “Venus forbid Psyche from opening the jar. It supposedly held Divine Beauty. Psyche could not resist temptation and instead of beauty, she was overcome by the Sleep of Innermost Darkness.” He grins slowly. “Very dramatic. Cupid sees his lover unconscious and pricks her with an arrow, awakening her. This sculpture captures that moment.”
Outside the library window, the streetlamp glows a soft orange. A light rain is now falling, making the light seem as if it is dancing, shimmering against the night.
“Just look at the lines,” he murmurs. He takes his index finger and slowly begins tracing the line of Psyche’s body. It follows the curve of her torso as she stretches up towards Cupid. “Her arms reach back for him.”
You lean in, closer to Comte, watching the path his finger makes along the glossy page. Your heart is suddenly hammering a woodpecker’s song against your breastbone.
“Her hands are in her lover’s hair, the gesture so familiar, so loving.” He traces down the line of Psyche's neck. “And here….she is bent back to him, so exposed and vulnerable, tilting to look up into his face. What do you see there?”
His voice winds itself around you, wrapping you in golden vines of warmth and want. You need a moment to find your own. When you do, it is only capable of expressing itself in a breathless whisper.
“Tenderness. Joy.”
He nods slowly, trailing his finger down Cupid’s strong arm. “And what do you see in him?”
Your thoughts are bright butterflies, sparks that fly up into the haze of your mind and explode in little pinpricks of light. Blinking, trying to control the overwhelming wave of attraction that threatens to pull you under, you reach out and touch the same page, your fingers scant centimeters from his.
“He’s…..adoring. The way he holds her head, his fingers touching her face. And he’s smiling at her, affectionately. Openly.” Your gaze drops down to where Comte’s finger points to Cupid’s left arm. You clear your throat and continue. “He covers her breasts with his arm, shielding her from the viewer, and yet that one hand holds her in a way that’s….it’s so intimate. It feels somehow more intimate than if we would see her bare.” Your voice is a whisper, soft and woven through with delicate wisps of yearning. “He touches her as if he’s done it a hundred times and still revels in it…..” You trail off, pressing your lips together, unable to go on.
Comte’s fingers brush against yours and you turn your head, startled to find that your faces are so very close. Outside the rain gently rolls down the massive glass window. The streetlamp flickers. Comte’s gaze is a steady golden sun.
“He adores her,” he murmurs, his voice rolling through you. You feel his fingers move, covering yours on the page.
“She marvels at him,” you answer quietly, your fingers curling around his in response.
He leans down ever so slightly, his mouth so close you can feel the warmth of his words on your lips. “He dreams of her……”
“.....and he is what makes her waking sublime…” The words are hardly more than the breaths between heartbeats.
His mouth brushes faintly against yours, the softest touch, a silken feather, a velvet caress.
“....He wants nothing more…..” His hand tightens around yours, his chest rising and falling with the contained power of his emotion. “...than to kiss her….”
“He should,” you say, soft as a nightingale welcoming a summer evening. "He should kiss her."
And he does, pressing his lips against yours as the wave that has been looming ever closer pours down upon you both. One hand rises, gripping the nape of your neck with tender ardor. You plunge your free hand into the soft wilderness of his tawny hair, opening your mouth to taste him.
Your other hand? It is still tightly holding onto his, a promise you won’t let go.
An echo of Cupid and his beloved Psyche.
Pysche Revived by Cupid's Kiss- Antonio Canova, 1793
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okay that being said AHHHHH!!!!! I've had this written for so long and ik chapter three of mmi is taking a bit so I wanted to post this now!! I love it, it's a peak into their relationship past the fic w lots of introspection from shayne, it's adorable! 2.8 words! enjoy xx mwah 💓
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Shayne woke up much earlier than he planned to, so he found himself sat in silence at your shared dining table, staring at his mug of coffee. He unintentionally mirrored your actions in the exact moment that brought him to this point today.
The start of your relationship was a bit rocky, filled with pining and misunderstandings, but Shayne wouldn't change a thing about it.
Four and a half years, one shared apartment, and two cats later, everything felt right. Not perfect yet, but close. Your lives meshed together perfectly in every little way he never imagined it would.
You had similar food tastes, but neither of you liked the other person's favorite snacks or cereals, so no arguments about stealing. You like opposing chores, making it easily to share the weight. You showered at night, him in the morning. You liked the same books, so you shared your libraries now.
You'd been promoted recently, the position allowing a bit more flexibility with your schedule; so you and Shayne often woke up together in the morning and arrived around the same time at night.
The welcome addition of you to his friend group even meant that making plans was extremely easy. Shayne was also immensely thankful to have you with him at pretty much ever group outting.
He felt like you two knew every small thing about each other, so the secret he was keeping weighed heavy. For three months and twelve days he has been keeping the biggest secret from you, and everyone else.
The small velvet box sat in the bottom drawer of your dresser, stuffed between a pair of jeans that were actually too short for Shayne and a pair of Halloween themed sweatpants that matched a pair of your own. He could find it blindfolded at this point with how often he took it from it's spot, almost four times a day, contemplating when it would be the right time. It didn't feel right until earlier in the morning.
Just at 7:39AM, Shayne shot out of his sleep, his heart fluttering as he glanced over his shoulder, finding you softly snoring. His alarm hadn't gone off yet, the two of you didn't need to be up until around ten.
You had the day off and Shayne only had one shoot on his schedule, one you were going to be apart of.
You had been in a couple of shoots in the few years since your relationship had been known to the internet. Some fans had recognized you from the crew and casts personal accounts, especially Kimmy and Damien's.
You were very well received in your first appearance at Shayne's graduation, your speech bringing him and most of your friends to tears. After that you had been brought into an 'Eat It Or Yeet It" video, getting your first chance to witness your boyfriend's grave mouth first hand. After all of the love for you came in, you appeared on a Board AF' episode and began making memes for 'Who Meme'd It?'
You kept your privacy and boundaries still, your social medias were all still set to private, making it clear that you'd appear on occasions, but wouldn't join.
Shayne was fully supportive when you told him this after he mentioned the idea of you coming in for a video. You loved your job, having moved up into management of the shop, the promotion coming as a huge surprise to you, but not to Shayne.
Today you and Shayne were do on set at 2PM, shooting another TNTL episode, as per request of the other's lined up in the shoot. Damien and Courtney were quick to shoot Kimmy the idea, which wasn't hard to greenlight when the producer was your best friend. The easy part was over, convincing you was much more difficult. It tooka lot of coaxing from your friends, but Shayne remained neutral. It almost pissed you off that each time you asked him for advice on whether or not you should do it, he'd say it's up to you. Shayne couldn't help it, he still finds himself not wanting to push you too far, he still wants to protect you from anything he can. Most fans loved you, but what if it stops? He was still in shock of how much everyone seemed to like you. His heart couldn't help but flutter with pride and joy each time he read a comment that spoke highly of you.
It couldn't compare to the love Shayne has for you. He writes every small, tender thought he has about you down in his phone. He isn't sure when they started now, but it was definitely before you had started dating.
He started off using it to get things off of his chest, to write down the words of admiration that he wished he could tell you. Overtime it'd had begun to be every thought he'd had about you.
"I told the stars about you"
"you're the only one want to wake up next to"
"I wonder what goes through your mind when someone says my name"
Damien and Spencer have heard almost all of them, extremely supportive of him, always quick to call it sweet. That's then followed with different ways to call Shayne a simp. It turned into a joke between them, dubbing them Shayne's Simp Notes.
Gears were turning as Shayne shuffled from your bed quietly, grabbing his phone from the night stand before wandering into the living area, brewing coffee.
He took a deep breath, unlocking his phone as he finished replaying his morning in his head before noting the time. 8:17AM is when the perfect idea strikes, apparently.
Shayne was quick to open the notes app and begin writing out everything. He's loosely planned sketches for the show before but this was much bigger, he wrote out every detail to make sure it'd go right.
After about an hour of nonstop writing with Shayne's eyes glued to his screen, his coffee long gone cold, your yawn echos down the hall.
A smile stretches across his face as he finishes his last line, closing out of the app before setting his phone on the tabletop. You enter the room rubbing your eyes as yOu mile softly at Shayne. His ASU shirt covered your top half, an old pair of gym shorts covered your bottom.
Without a word, you made your way over to Shayne's lap, straddling him as you rest your head on his shoulder while he rubs your back gently.
The two of you tend to lay in bed together and cuddle if you're up before your alarms, enjoying the peace of being together before beginning your respective days. On the off days where that doesn't happen, you tend to make up for that lost time whenever you can, like right now.
"Ditch me on my day off, I see how it is." You chuckled as you sat up, rubbing your fingers lightly through Shayne's hair as he groaned playfully.
"I'm sorry, you're just dating an absolute genius, and I had a breakthrough, baby." Shayne laughed softly as you rolled your eyes; he moved to cup your cheeks pressing his lips to yours softly.
The two of you sat there for a bit longer, chatting until your alarms rang in your distant bedroom. You sullenly removed yourself from Shayne's lap, snagging his mug of coffee before disappearing down the same halway you'd wandered out of earlier.
"Ew, Shayne this is so old! How long have you been up?!" You shouted as your turned off the ringing, prompting a laugh from Shayne.
He makes sure to bring you a fresh mug, prepared just how you like as you're busy getting ready later. Your heart swelled at the small action.
It wasn't anything out of the ordinary from Shayne, he loved using small, subtle ways to show his affection. You always had fresh flowers from the very beginning of your relationship, sometimes you'd have more than one bouquet at a time. He's been a big fan of ordering things to you while he's away, off on shoots or even while hest at work.
He once ordered groceries to your apartment and video called you to cook together when he was on a trip to visit his parents.
You adored him so much. This relationship had far exceeded what you thought it could be, and you couldn't be happier. You're heart swells at just the thought of your boyfriend and everything he means to you.
The two of you arrived on set a bit early, giving you time to mingle with everyone. You were quick to dart from Shayne, heading toward Kimmy and Courtney across the room.
Shayne stood off to the side, staring at his phone screen once more. He felt like he was gonna scream, throw up, and cry all at once. He just needed to get through this. It's just an episode with his friends, he's gonna tell jokes and do his characters, his girlfriends gonna be there, it's gonna be amazing.
The box sat heavy on his thigh in the front pocket of his jeans, the outline barely concealed by the flannel he had buttoned over his white tee in an attempt to hide it.
Shayne eyed Kimmy, chewing his lip as she finally departed from her conversation with you. He was quick to grab her, requesting something weird of her. He needed you to go last, this wasn't something he wanted to have as the opening bit.
He kept the reasoning to himself, and Kimmy didn't seem too concerned about it so she happily agreed.
Once the others had arrived, Noah only setting the shoot back half an hour, they began rolling. You did great, getting Damien out quickly with an inside joke the three of you had shared after a trip to Universal one night.
Shayne was so nervous he found himself laughing his way through his joke, which eventually got Damien after it had become evident that Shayne wouldn't be able to stop his laughter.
His nerves had settled a bit, his arms wrapped around your shoulders, small kissed placed on your forehead between your bits, hidden by the divider.
You grinned as the end of the video neared, you being called to the yellow stool last. You filled your mouth with water and gave a thumbs up as you heard rustling from behind the divider.
"Okay, this isn't my turn but just wanna do this real quick" Shayne called out, peering around the corner as you shrugged.
After a few seconds, a toy crow flew over the clothing rack as Shayne belted out a purposefully bad impression of Train. You spewed instantly as cackling sounded from your boyfriend.
"I hate you!" You called out as you refilled your mouth, shaking your head.
"No, you don't." He called back, laughing.
The others' bits flew by as Shayne stood behind the divider, his wig and phone clutched tightly in his hands as he took deep breaths.
Shayne told you to close your eyes as he pulled on the curly, bob wig from a character of his.
You had a hate/love relationship of Shayne's simp character, Sir Phillip Simpne, so he felt it was right for this occasion. He had his phone hidden behind an open book as he moved to stand beside you on the stool. He cleared his throat, offering you a smile as your opened your eyes.
You groaned, keeping your mouth shut as you shook your head, determined to hold it over Shayne that he couldn't make you laugh with this bit.
"I haven't a poem for you today, m'lady," Shayne begun, trying his best not to laugh as you stared at him blankly. "I offer you something better. I bring love notes that I have written about the fair maiden before me today."
Shayne's palms felt sweaty as he looked down at his phone, deciding to drop the accent as he read to you, the giggles from others were silent to him.
"l'm gonna start from the beginning, kind of," He smiled, nodding as he looked up at you, removing the wig. "I wrote 'I never planned to like you this much and never planned to think about you this often' right before we started dating."
Shayne couldn't look at you as he felt tears prickle at his eyes, his throat running dry as he knew he'd run out of time.
Nobody in the room was counting anymore. Once Shayne had gotten more serious, the air in the room shifted and everyone grew quiet.
You sat in the chair, head tilted in confusion when Shayne had dropped the character, the game leaving your mind all together as you tried to process what was happening.
"Uh, 'I wonder if we ever think about each other at the same time.'" He kept his eyes on his phone, a bit scared to meet your eyes. You stared at him in perplexion.
"Okay, on my birthday I wrote 'of all the things my hands have held, the best by far is you', then the next day wrote 'there's been a place for you in my heart since we first met.'" Shayne sniffled, looking to you with teary eyes, chuckling a bit.
You took in his appearance with your brows furrowed, his cheeks were bright red, his blue eyes glistening.
"So, yeah, those are some of my Simp Notes." Shayne spoke softly as he caught sight of you laughing, some water dribbling from your lips.
You stood from the stool, taking a few steps away as you swallowed, wiping your mouth. You were still clueless as to what exactly was happening, but the name had caught you off guard and made you laugh.
Shayne felt like time slowed down, everything was going too perfectly as he removed the box from his pocket, your back still to him as you laughed.
He found himself grateful for your unwillingness to laugh at him, you allowed him to tell you some of the things he hadn't been able to before.
The energy had come back to the room, everyone laughing as soon as you broke, the assumptions previously made now leaving everyone's mind until Shayne drops to one knee.
A few gasps are heard as you turn back toward Shayne. small shriek leaves you as your eyes widden quickly at the sight.
You two had talked about marriage before, and you both wanted to get married, but you didn't expect this. Nothing could've given this away for you.
"I wanna spend the rest of my life making you laugh." Shayne chuckled as you laughed a rolled your eyes as the purposely bad joke.
"Y/N, will you marry me?" Shayne's voice barely audible, the crew further back hadn't even heard him ask.
"Yes, Shayne!" You squeal, your boyf- no.
Your fiance is quick to grab you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he lifts you up. The two of you are a mess of tears, smiles, sniffles, kisses, and whispers as the room is filled with cheers.
You and Shayne are quickly enveloped with loads of your friends, the shock and excitement evident throughout the room.
After a few minutes, Kimmy hugs you and Shayne tightly, congratulating the two of you continuously, quickly gasping as she looks up.
"I can't believe you didn't tell anyone!" Kimmy sniffles, smacking Shayne's chest lightly as he laughed. You looked to him with wide eyes, quickly looking to Damien in confusion as he shook his head.
"Yeah, I've had the ring for... uh, some time now" Shayne laughed, blushing brightly as you at him in awe. "I wanted to surprise you, and| wanted to have a bunch of people we care about with us to celebrate, it just felt right."
Shayne couldn't hide his embarrassment as you wrapped him into another hug, the two of you embracing each other for a few moments, happy tears falling from and for the couple.
"Oh my god, we're still doing a video, holy shit." She laughs, wiping her own tears as she quickly moved out of frame, the rest of the crew following suit. The cast quickly surrounded you once more, each with bright smiles and tear stained cheeks.
You sit back on the stool, grinning as Shayne stands beside you, his arm draped over your shoulders.
"Pst." Damien called loudly from Shayne's other side. "You should give her the ring, Shayne." He whisper-yelled, causing a fit of giggles to ripple through everyone, both you and Shayne blushing deeply.
He fumbles a bit as he opens it again, pulling the delicate, ornate ring from the box before sliding it on to your finger.
You pressed your hand on to your lap, grinning as you stared at the accessory that fit you perfectly in every way.
"I could not imagine being a comedian and having to go on after this guy." Spencer called from out of frame, causing Shayne to cackle.
You guys were quick to wrap up your outro, Shayne still wrapped around you the whole time, placing a kiss to your forehead as they called for a wrap on the shoot.
This was the perfect he was looking for.
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we never go out of style || c.f.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
words : 2.7k
synopsis : things were always rocky for conrad and you. after the whole break up, will everything be the same the year later? or will it all turn to shit.
Every year since we were little kids we would celebrate mine and Belly's birthday. We were born on the same day, but a year apart. And it seemed to make us closer. Susannah would decorate the house and Laurel would make us pancakes every year and Conrad would draw a sun with syrup all over my pancakes. It was like a holiday for us.
"Happy birthday, sweetie!" My mom said over the phone as I was calling her.
"Thank you." I said, smiling.
"Okay, I won't keep you away for long, I know you're waiting for your pancakes." She laughed through the phone.
"Bye, love you!"
"Love you too."
I finished getting ready, putting on all of the makeup and jewelry I needed.
My outfit was normal, just wearing a teal tank top and a green cargo mini skirt.
As soon as I came out of the room Belly did too.
"You're looking hot." I said to her as we made our way down the stairs. She was wearing a floral patterned birthday dress.
"Morning!" We shouted in sync as we came into the kitchen.
Steven and Laurel were making pancakes, Jeremiah and Susannah were decorating, and Conrad looked like he didn't want to be there.
There were various smiles with "hey" and "Happy birthday!"
Susannah came to us first, hugging us, "There are the birthday twins!" She exclaimed.
Jeremiah hugged Belly as Steven hugged me, "Happy birthday." They both said to us before swapping.
"Belly Button's getting old finally!" I exclaimed as I gave her sixteen punches on the arm.
She was quick to return, hitting me even harder seventeen times as I screamed around the kitchen.
Laurel raised an eyebrow at us before giving us a group hug, "Happy birthday, beautiful girls."
"Did you call your mom?" Susannah asked as she plated some fruit.
"Yes, she was the first person I talked to."
"Your Minnie and Mickey Mouse pancakes are ready." Laurel smiled.
Belly looked at her mom for a moment, "I'm actually not that hungry..."
I looked at Laurel, "I'll take a pancake or two."
"Okay, how about presents?" Susannah asked.
"You're going to love mine." Jeremiah said, yet I don't know who he was talking to.
Conrad didn't say anything, eating his cereal in peace. He ignored me, but did wave hello to Belly.
Belly opened her present from her mom first. It was a beautiful book.
"It's a first edition. I got it from a rare book dealer." Laurel smiled.
We all noticed how Belly didn't have much emotion with the book, "Turn to the bookmarked page."
"That's the poem Susannah would repeat to us." I said, reading the page.
I grabbed the present that she had given me. I unwrapped it to reveal the most gorgeous cover I've ever seen on a book. It was Little Women.
"Oh, wow." I said, looking through the pages.
"Your mom said it reminded you of home."
I looked up to Laurel, "Thank you so much."
"Girls, open mine now!" Susannah squealed as she handed us our gifts.
Belly revealed a black velvet box, while I had a white one.
She opened hers, and a pearl bracelet was inside.
"Oh, wow." Belly exclaimed.
"These were pearls that my mom gave me for my sweet 16. Now Y/N, open yours."
I opened the box and there was a gorgeous pearl necklace.
"Those were also from my mom. She gave them to me when I was a debutante." She smiled as she admired Belly and I.
"Oh Y/N, I have another gift for you." Susannah said.
I looked at her, puzzled on why I would have two?
She handed me another box, this time it was a velvet red. I opened it and there was a golden chain with a sun in the middle. I immediately recognized it as a matching necklace, needing a moon on the other side.
"Isn't there supposed to be a moon as well?" I asked.
"I'm not sure, maybe someone else has it." Susannah shrugged. "I just thought it reminded me of you."
Jeremiah jumped up, "Ooh! I'm next."
He handed us his somewhat neatly wrapped gift.
Belly was given a charm in the shape of a key.
"It's for good luck. So you can pass your drivers test." Jeremiah smiled.
I opened mine revealing a golden bracelet with a heart charm.
"Thank you so much, Jere." I smiled.
"Think fast Y/N!" Steven said as he threw a present at me. He also threw one at Belly. "Open them at the same time!" He urgred.
We both ripped through the package, opening and unfolding a Princeton crewneck.
"Oh my god you actually got in!" I exclaimed as I ran to hug him.
"No, not yet." He smiled.
Laurel looked at Steven, "I didn't know you were still considering Princeton?"
"Well I'll probably get scholarships and Dad said I could get some financial aid." Steven explained.
The room got silent and tension was high.
"Uh Conrad, do you have a present for Belly and Y/N?" Susannah asked.
He passed Belly a black velvet bag. She opened it, taking out a silver infinity necklace.
His attention then turned to me, "Sorry, I forgot."
"Oh yeah, don't worry, it's cool. I wasn't expecting much anyway." I smiled, trying to actually hide how I felt.
It did hurt. He remembered Belly's birthday, yet he couldn't even remember mine. Which was the same day.
There was a lot of tension in in the room as everyone looked at each other.
"Uhm, so I have to go. I promised Cleveland that I'd show him some knots today."
I watched as he got up from his seat and left. I didn't want it to affect me, but it really did.
"Happy birthday Y/N, and Belly." He said.
"Why don't we go practice driving?" I asked Belly, trying to take my mind off of things. "So you can drive us to get Taylor as well."
She squealed excitedly, "Yes!"
I got up from my seat, heading over to go out the front.
"Hey Y/N?" Susannah called out.
I turned to her, "Yeah?"
"You okay?"
"Of course I am." I smiled reassuringly.
I sat in the passenger seat while Jeremiah sat in the back.
She made a sharp right and we all went flying.
"Whoops." She laughed.
"Dear god, Bells." I said as I held onto anything I could grab on to.
The bus pulled up as we stood there, waiting for Taylor to come out.
"You excited, Bells?" I asked.
"Yeah." She said, but I could tell there was a part of her that wasn't excited.
"Twenty-bucks she's gonna call Jere, Jeremy." I said.
The girl emerged from the bus holding a handful of balloons and a bag.
"Oh, my god!" Taylor exclaimed as her and Belly ran to each other.
"Taylor!" I said as I ran to hug her.
"Here, let me take that for you." Jeremiah said as he took her bags.
Taylor smiled looking up at Jeremiah, "Thank you, Jeremy."
I laughed at Jeremiah as he just stood there smiling.
"So, should we head home?" Jeremiah suggested.
"Ooh, actually, let's make a stop first." Taylor said, making eye contact with Belly and I.
We sat under an umbrella as Jeremiah placed down a banana split with three spoons for us.
Taylor dug in first, "I would literally eat this every day if I could."
She also pulled out a gift for Belly. And another for me.
"Oh wow, these are cute." I said as I opened my present, revealing a blue bikini.
"I know right, it's hot." She said.
Belly opened hers and it was a white bikini.
"Y/N?" Taylor called out as we hung out in the pool.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Where's Conrad?" She asked.
"Oh, I don't know." I shrugged, swimming over to Jeremiah and Steven.
After a couple of minutes in out own little groups, Taylor suggested to play chicken, which we all agreed to.
"Dibs on Jeremy." Taylor smiled as she made her way to Jeremiah
"Oh, great, that means I'm stuck with Steven." Belly said sadly.
"Wait, what about Y/N?" Jeremiah asked.
Belly looked at me, "Oh, do you want to go on Steven?"
"No it's fine, you guys can play." I said.
There was a few complaints from Belly and Steven about being each others partners, so Taylor and Belly switched.
"Okay, three, two, one, go!" I yelled as they began fighting in the water.
The fight lasted less than a minute with Taylor and Steven falling into the water.
"Woo!" Jeremiah and Belly exclaimed in excitement. I gave them both a high five.
On the other hand, Steven and Taylor were bickering about who's fault it was that they lost.
"Hey guys!" A familiar voice said.
I turned my head around and Nicole was walking through with Conrad.
"Hey, Nicole!" I said.
"Hi. Happy Birthday you two." She said. "Are you guys playing.. chicken?"
"Yeah, it was Taylor's idea." Belly said.
"Hey, I'm Taylor." Taylor said from behind Belly.
Belly smiled, "She's my best friend from home."
"Yeah, I'm just visiting for the weekend." Taylor added.
"Oh, that's cute." Nicole said.
"Do you guys wanna play a real game?" I asked.
Everyone in the pool said yes.
Jeremiah had helped me set up the net and then the games began. I was on the girls side and Nicole and Conrad sat on the edge of the pool, dipping their feet in the water.
The boys groaned 'No!' as us girls cheered for our point.
We did a couple more rounds, as we all laughed a lot. This was definitely one of my favorite summers. Being with everyone, like nothing ever happened.
"You're not ready." Taylor smirked to Steven.
"You're on."
Taylor hit the ball, and it swerved, hitting Nicole in the head.
"Ow." Nicole said.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." Steven said through in-between awkward laughs.
"Taylor." Belly said sternly before turning back to Nicole, "I'm so sorry, are you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry. You guys keeping playing." Nicole said to us.
"Feel better Nicole!" I said as she began walking back into the house with Conrad.
Conrad stopped in his tracks, just looking down at me.
"Have fun playing." He said.
Dinner was just as I'd imagined. It was gorgeous and vibrant.
Susannah had made the girls all flower crowns as well, for Midsommar.
I sat in between Jeremiah and Conrad again, but we added another chair next to Belly, because Cam Cameron was here!
Throughout the dinner, Jeremiah kept question Cameron, making fun of him almost.
Somehow Jeremiah got on the talk about kissing dead animals and then kissing Cameron, which made me kick him hard in the shin.
"Ow." He exclaimed.
"Oh shut up."
"I don't mind at all, in fact-" Cameron said as he kissed Belly on the lips.
I'm not even joking. All of our mouths fell open.
From beside me, Steven and Jeremiah both pretended to retch.
"If you guys don't shut up." I said loudly over their obnoxious noises.
It got into our embarrassing moments throughout our childhood at the Fishers as well, but Conrad stayed silent the whole time.
"Hey, I was thinking. Maybe we should go out to Nicole's party?" I asked
"Yes!" Taylor and Belly exclaimed at the same time.
Conrad's eyes met mine for a second before dropping. He didn't seem happy with what I said.
I laid on Belly's bed, staring up at the cieling.
"I think Conrad still hates me." I stated.
Taylor and Belly turned to look at me.
"Why would you say that?" Belly asked.
'I don't know. When I brought up Nicole's' party, he just seemed to go quieter than normal.
Taylor laughed a little, "It's fine Y/N. He's just a dumb boy either way."
I sighed knowing she was right.
"Look at us," Taylor said as we looked in the mirror, "We're hot ass bitches."
She was in the hot pink mini dress, Belly was in a knit crochet top with beige pants, and I was in a halter white and blue top with jeans.
As soon as we walked into the party, a man came down the stair banister, wooing.
And then to the right of the house was what I'm guessing was a dining room. Lot's and lot's of cakes and desserts with 17 and 16 candles.
"Y/N, you guys came!" Nicole's voice said as she made her way through people.
I laughed a little, "Hi, Nicole! You look gorgeous." I said, hugging her.
"Me? Look at you. You look like a goddess."
Nicole lead us through the house and they followed behind. Well everyone but Taylor. She had decided to find a drink for herself.
"Guys, look who's here." Nicole said to the girls.
Nicole began lighting the candles.
"Is this for us?" Belly asked.
"Who else would it be for, Belly?" Nicole asked with a smile.
"Thank you, guys." Belly and I both had said.
"Okay, well, girls, make a wish." Nicole motioned towards the two cakes.
The topic with the group got onto Conrad and how he was.
"He's not talking to anyone else. He's usually just to himself." I said
"Okay well new topic." Nicole said, not wanting to talk about Conrad, "Have you asked anyone to the ball"
"Oh, no. I'm waiting for the right person." I said, giving Nicole a smile.
I looked past Gigi who was saying something to Belly about asking Cam to the ball. Anywho, past Gigi was Conrad. He was messing with his hair and he was laughing and smiling.
I couldn't even lie. He was attractive.
He made eye contact with me as he drank a large part of his beer.
I couldn't like him again though. But there was part of me that knew it could happen again. Susannah told me to believe in second chances.
I don't know what happened really. I was just watching the boys play their little ping pong drinking game and then Belly came out all mad.
"Hey, can we leave?" Belly asked Cameron.
"Oh yeah, yeah." Cameron said.
"Y/N, you need a ride home? I don't want to take you away from the party." Belly said.
"It's fine. I'll give her a ride home." Conrad jumped in.
I looked at him questioningly, but he didn't look back.
"See you later, Bells!" I called out to her as she began to leave.
Jeremiah looked at me.
"What?" I asked.
"Fill in for Cam Cameron please."
I rolled my eyes playfully at him, "Fine, scooch over."
After an hour or so, we all were ready to leave. By now I was drunker then I probably should've been. So drunk that Conrad had to help me to the car and into the car.
He sat in the drivers seat as I just stared at him.
"You're like the moon to my sun." I sighed, touching his hair.
He grabbed onto my hand, putting it back into my lap.
"Y/N, you're drunk." He said to me.
"Noo, you're drunk." I said to him, booping his nose.
I came down stairs the next morning. Jeremiah already in the kitchen, mixing himself up one of his smoothies.
"Hit me." I said to him as I groaned and propped my head on the table with my arm.
He laughed, splitting his smoothie with me.
"You drank a lot last night for such a small girl."
"I shouldn't have." I said, gulping down a large amount of the drink.
Belly came down the stairs soon, grabbing the box of cereal and pouring some in her mouth.
"I'm guessing you and tay-tay haven't made up yet?" I asked.
"No." Belly said with no emotion.
At the party, Steven and Taylor were making out and then Belly had walked in.
"You guys want to do a muffin run?" I asked.
"I'm always up for a muffin run." Jeremiah smiled. Belly also agreed.
"Can you get the keys from Conrad's room? Jeremiah asked.
I nodded, "Yeah sure. Is he home?"
"No, he dropped you off at home and then spent the night at Nicole's" Jeremiah explained.
"Oh um." I stammered, "Do you know where he keeps the keys?"
"Uh, they should be in his desk." Jeremiah said.
I never really was in Conrad's room often. But it didn't look much different than the last time I had seen it. It was obviously boat themed which was cute.
His drawers were messy inside. Nothing was organized and there were like 5 condoms.
There was also a black velvet pouch which I took out. Yes, I'm nosy, but I wanted to know what was inside.
I opened it and saw a moon bracelet.
I put the bracelet charm against my sun charm and it fit perfectly. What the hell was wrong with him?
When we went home, I drove Belly and Taylor to the bus stop.
I sat in the car with Belly as we watched Taylor wait in line for the bus.
"You're not going to say goodbye?" I asked her skeptically.
"I don't want to talk to her." Belly said, not making eye contact with me.
"Come on Belly, she's your best friend. She loves you, especially if she came out here just for your birthday."
Belly sighed, "Fine."
Once she came back in, she seemed mad, but I didn't care.
"I know i'm only a year older than you, but just take my wisdom for once." I joked, "Boys might come and go, but your best friend is once in a lifetime. You're lucky you have someone like Taylor. We never know what the future will hold, so you have to hold tight to that relationship."
Friends come and go. Boys come and go. But best friends stay. They're real. That's what I loved about the Fishers and Conklins. They were my best friends and they always stayed. Every single year.
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Would you mind writing for Tom?🥺 Imagine he has been cooking a nice dinner for you all day cause earlier in the morning you had a fight with him over some nonsense (his old wounds because of Ruth surfacing up) and he said something really mean to you and then instantly regretted it but now he’s trying to make it up. Our tommy boy just scared to lose you like he did with Ruth. Some angst ending in smut?🫡
𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and tom get into a fight and, after he says something especially nasty to you, he makes it up to you in the best way.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢��𝐠: tom grant (make up, 2019) x fem!reader
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: fighting, mentions of drug use, accusations of cheating, smut (minors dni): fingering, unprotected sex
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: omg yes, i can see this so clearly, tommy tommy tommy is all that's in my head
"I'm gonna go hang with Jade after work," you said as you pulled your work shirt over your head, the scratchy material getting caught on your ponytail. "She said she got a new strain last night from her dealer and she wants to try it with me."
Once your shirt finally cleared your head, you watched Tom stiffen at his place in front of the sink. For some reason unknown to you, Tom didn't like when you hung out with Jade, but you had no idea why. Jade was cool and funny, she and Tom should have gotten on greatly, but Tom despised whenever you brought her up. You had tried to talk to him about it before, but, alas, no resolution ever came. He just got quiet and pissy, and you typically cancelled your plans with Jade just to keep Tom from giving you the silent treatment for the rest of the day.
But Jade had promised a fun night, and you were determined to have a life outside of Tom. "You're hangin' with Jade?" he asked, wiping the cereal from his mouth with the back of his hand. "Baby, you know I don't like Jade."
"Well, why not?" you asked, putting your hand on your hip. "She's fine—"
"She's a bitch."
"No, she's not," you told him quickly, surprised that he would ever call her— or anyone— that. "What's she ever done to you?"
"I don't wanna talk about it," Tom said firmly, and you frowned. You had never received that answer before, and you tilted your head.
"The fuck's that mean?" you asked. "Has she ever said something to you?"
"No."
"Or done something?"
Tom's twitchy silence was all the answer you needed. "What's she done?" you asked.
"I said I don't wanna talk about it," Tom repeated himself. "Just leave it alone. Just know I don't like her and I don't like you hanging out with her. But whatever, go have fun."
"Well, now I won't, since you're acting like this," you said with a huff. "Just tell me, what's going on? 'Cause I won't go hang out with her if she's done something bad to you. I just wanna know."
"I—" Tom started, and he heavily put his bowl down into the metal sink, hearing the loud clinking of everything rattling together. "I told you, just leave it alone. I just don't like her."
"I want a reason," you said. "What's she done to you to make you not like her?"
"God, just leave it alone," Tom said, rolling his eyes. "Can't you just listen to me when I tell you that I don't like her? I won't stop you from hanging out with her or anything, but I just don't like her."
"I don't want to do anything if it'll make you uncomfortable," you told him. "Tommy, we need to communicate, and—"
"Oh my God," Tom huffed. "More of your couples' therapy bullshit or whatever. Just leave it the fuck alone, won't ya?" His accent was getting thicker by the second, those dark brown eyes of his flashing with anger. "M'getting teasy, just stop."
"Just talk to me!" you exclaimed. "If there's some reason you don't want me hanging with Jade, let me know—"
"No, ya know what?" Tom said. "Go hang out with her. Might as well shag her while you're at it."
That stunned you silent. Tom wasn't exactly the jealous type, but he had never said anything that nasty to you before, and it took your breath away. "Tommy," you said softly.
"No, no, don't give me that," Tom said quickly. "Don't give me those sad eyes, I'm done. You wanna go hang out with Jade, fine by me, but don't pretend like you're being slick. I know you're shagging her, so go have fun with her and just leave me the fuck alone."
"Tom," you gasped. "I can't believe you just said that to me."
"Oh, what, upset you've been caught?" Tom asked, narrowing his eyes. "You're not gonna pull one over on me again, I'm smarter than that."
Your heart broke at his vitriolic anger, and you grabbed your sweater from off the bed. "I'm going to work," you spat. "But we're talking about this later."
"We can talk about this all you want," Tom said. "Doesn't change the fact that you lied to me."
"I didn't lie to you!" you cried. "Jade and I aren't shagging, and it honestly really hurts that you'd think I'd do that to you! Is it because I haven't said I love you yet? Because I do! I'm just scared to tell you because of how much I like you, I'm scared of scaring you off! You— Why're you acting like this? Why do you think I'm sleeping with Jade?"
That seemed to deflate Tom, because his shoulders lowered, and he softened his clenched jaw. "You're not," he said softly, more talking to himself than to you. "I... I'm sorry."
"Yeah, you should be," you said with a sniffle. "I can't believe you. I'm gonna be late to work, but I'm not done with this, I wanna come back to it when I get home. Alright?"
"I'm sorry!" Tom called after you as you left the trailer, and you heard him slam the door shut behind you as you walked away.
Your hands shook as you opened the door to the trailer, waiting for Tom to say something to you. The lights were all off inside, but there was faint music playing that you could hear from outside the trailer door. Tom was home, doing something, and your heart hurt at the thought of the confrontation that was about to happen. You had skipped out of the meeting with Jade to come straight home to figure out what Tom's problem was, and you had been worried all day about what it would end up being. Was he really that unsure of your relationship that he would think that you were sneaking around with someone else? You thought it was obvious how much you adore him, even if you hadn't told him "I love you" yet, but you didn't figure that he needed the exact words. Maybe he did, though.
"Tom?" you called as you opened the door, your voice wavering. The music got louder, some old love song or something, and the smell of food filled your nose. Had Tom cooked dinner? As you stepped further in, you saw your boyfriend standing at the small stovetop, his back to you as he stirred something, and he turned his head when you said his name.
"Alright?" he greeted you, and your head started to spin.
"Yeah," you nodded, sitting down and starting to take off your shoes. "You're making dinner."
"Yeah," Tom said. "I felt awful about this morning. I still do. I can't believe that I'd actually accuse you of that. I just got scared and insecure and... I guess I oughta tell you about Ruth."
"Ruth?" you asked as Tom flipped the knob on the stovetop to turn off the burner, and he came to sit next to you, wiping his sweaty palms on the knees of his jeans. "Who is that?"
"My ex," Tom said. "Umm... We were together for a long time. Since we were kids, really... But she moved here to be with me, but then she got it in her head that I was cheating on her. I don't know how or why, but she did. But, somehow, that turned into her pulling away from me and eventually she... She got with Jade. I don't know how long they were shagging before I found out, and I don't really wanna know. But Ruth left, and then you came, and I... I was always nervous around you, since the first day, because I didn't want to love you and have you leave me, and then you started hanging out with Jade, and I-My jealousy just got... I just assumed that it had happened again."
"Tommy," you whispered, and you grabbed his hands,. "Thank you for telling me, but I... This breaks my heart that you'd think I'd do this. I thought you trusted me more than that, o-or that you knew how much I loved you even if I didn't say it."
"Can you say it now?" Tom asked. His voice was quiet, his eyes cast down at your hands, and he cleared his throat before he added, "Ruth never said it, and I just need to hear it."
You sighed as you lifted your hands up from his to his face, pressing your palms into his cheeks, and you forced him to look up at you. His big eyes were wet, almost brimming with tears, and you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his for a moment before you said, "I love you, Tommy. I really, really love you."
"Yeah?" Tom asked. "Say it again."
"I love you," you said with a smile, and you kissed Tom's mouth again before you moved to kiss the smattering of light freckles on the bridge of his nose. "My handsome... I love you so much."
"I love you too," Tom whispered. "I'm really sorry for saying all that shit, I was just scared that it had happened again, and I—"
"I'm not mad anymore," you told him. "I mean, yeah, I'm still a little hurt, but at least now I know where the insecurity comes from. I... I forgive you, and I love you."
"Good," Tom whispered. "Umm, I made dinner. To say sorry. It's just spaghetti, but, like—"
"I appreciate it," you told him. "You're so sweet. God, I love you." You kissed him again, your arms circling his neck, and Tom took a deep breath through his nose as you kissed you back.
"I can never get tired of hearing you say that," Tom whispered, his hands reaching out and touching your hips, and you shuffled closer and closer until Tom was taking the initiative and hauling you into his lap. His hands smoothed down your ass as he kissed you, letting his nails scrape against the skin that your shorts didn't cover, and he was quick to move his hands around to the front and popping the button of your shorts.
"Tommy," you giggled, breaking the kiss and shyly burying your face in his neck. "What're you doing?"
"Nothing," Tom said with a smile. "Just tryin' to undress you. I wanna make it up to you; I was a huge dick to you and I'm so sorry."
"So you're gonna fuck me?" you laughed. "That's how you're gonna apologize to me? Dinner and sex?"
Tom wriggled his hand into your shorts and under your panties, and he shrugged. "Maybe," he said. His fingers pressed onto your skin, searching for your clit for a moment with the awkward angle, and you gasped softly when his fingers finally found it. He made small circles, slow and lazy with the tip of his middle finger, just enough stimulation to make you squirm, and he whispered, "Yeah? Feel good, baby?"
"Yeah," you whispered. "More, Tommy, more."
"I will, baby," Tom whispered. "I'll give you whatever you want."
"I just need you," you told him. "Please just fuck me, Tommy."
"Shh, have patience," Tom chuckled. "I'll do it at my own speed, pretty girl." His finger continued to play with you, gaining speed and pressure until your thighs were shaking around his waist, and you looked down at him crotch and saw a sizeable bulge in his shorts.
"You're turned on just from touching my clit?" you giggled, smoothing your hands through his short curls, and Tom nodded.
"Seein' you look all happy and pleased," Tom started. "Seein' you turned on turns me on."
"You're so stupid," you smiled and kissed him again, your hips bucking up into his hand. "I love you so much."
Tom groaned softly as his fingers trailed lower to your cunt, and he slotted his middle finger through your slit and collected your wetness on his rough fingertip. "You ready, pretty girl?" he asked, and you nodded, your hands reaching down to try to get into his pants, but Tom stopped you, nudging your hands away with his free hand. "This is about you, honey. Don't you worry about me."
"Alright," you mumbled, and Tom finally pushed his finger inside you. His finger was thick and warm in your cunt, and he instantly started to fuck you on his middle finger, not giving you anytime to adjust to the feeling. "Tom! Fuck!"
"Oh, I know," Tom whispered, kissing your cheek and gently nibbling on your ear. "Tell me how good it feels."
"So good, baby," you whined. "More, gimme another."
His index finger joined his middle, stretching your cunt open and fucking you quickly. Your shorts were still on, and the fabric muffled the noises of your wet slick being fucked in and out of you, but there was no muffling your moans and whimpers. "Fuck," you sobbed, hanging your head and hiding in Tom's neck. "Tommy, c'mon, want your cock."
"Whatever you want, baby," Tom said, and he withdrew his fingers from you. Your mouth watered when you saw your wetness on his fingers, and you grabbed his wrist and brought his fingers to your mouth, tasting yourself on his skin. "Oh, greedy, so greedy... Need my hand to get my cock, though."
"Sorry," you mumbled around his fingers, and he tugged his fingers from between your lips and brought his hand to his shorts. You stood up on shaky legs and stripped off your shorts and panties, and Tom jumped forward and kissed at your hips as he unzipped his own shorts. You pulled off your shirt as well, unclipping your bra and letting it fall, and Tom dragged you back into a messy kiss as he shoved down his shorts past his fat balls. He grabbed your hips and pulled you back into his lap, and he kissed over your tits as you stroked his cock, watching him flex in your hand.
You both moaned as you sank down onto his cock, your sticky velvet walls hugging his cock perfectly, and Tom licked into your mouth as he grabbed you hard and started to fuck his hips up into you. "Wait, baby, wait," you gasped, digging your nails into his shoulder to stop him. "Take off your pants, I just wanna sit here with you."
"Here?" Tom asked. "On the couch? Don't you wanna move to the bed?"
"No," you said. "Just want you here and now."
Tom smiled his best winning grin and quickly shoved off his pants and threw it across the room towards the bedroom, and he whipped his shirt up over his head to be finally skin to skin with you. He dragged you into a tight embrace and kissed you, holding your head in his hands, and you could feel his heavy heartbeat against your chest. "I love you, Tommy," you whispered into your kiss, and Tom smiled. "Please never doubt that again."
"I won't," Tom whispered. "I was stupid to ever doubt you. And to accuse you of cheating. I was just so scared that Jade had taken another one of my girls..." He chuckled lightly and shook his head, and he sighed heavily. "I was just... Stupid. Really stupid."
"Ah, well," you told him. "At least I know you're stupid for me."
"You're so good at making the best out of everything," Tom said with a smile. "I love you."
You finally started to rock your hips down onto Tom, feeling his cock bury up inside you, and your mouth hung open as your hair fell into your face. "Tom, fuck," you mumbled. "Tommy, you feel so good."
"You feel like heaven," Tom whispered. "My sweet girl... Thank you for being with me. Thank you, thank you..."
"No thanks necessary," you told him as his hips bucked up, fucking you deeply. Your own desperate thrusts were met by him, and your rhythm was found quickly, moving as one unit, hips giving and taking and moving perfectly. You had never felt like this before, Tom had never made you feel like this before— you had had sex before, sure, but nothing as passionate and loving as this. This was lovemaking.
You kissed him, holding him tightly, and you groaned as your walls throbbed around his cock. "Fuck," you mewled, and Tom attacked your neck with kisses as he moaned gently. "Tommy, gimme more."
Silently, Tom fell from inside you, and he picked you up and carried you the short distance to the bed, setting you on your back. He was back inside you in an instant, and the new angle made your back arch and your toes curl. "Tommy!" you whimpered as he started to properly fuck you, the bed creaking under the force of his heavy thrusts. He hovered over you and kissed you as he fucked you, his cock sliding deliciously inside you and fucking into that one spot inside your cunt that made you groan and sob. The knot was tightening inside your stomach, bolts of energy making your thighs twitch and your belly quiver, and you reached down and rubbed at your clit quickly as your cunt throbbed again.
"Yeah, girl," he whispered. "Yeah, baby, squeeze me with that cunt, show me how good I fuck you."
"I'm gonna cum," you whined, scratching your nails down his shoulder. "Tom, I'm gonna cum!" Your hand went quicker on your clit, urging yourself closer and closer to the edge, and Tom groaned in your neck as his cock flexed inside you.
"Me too, baby," Tom panted breathlessly, pistoning his hips to shove his cock deep in you, and you threw your head back as you cried out at the hot pleasure that flooded your body. Your legs were shaking as you squeezed him around his hips, pressing your heels into his tight asscheeks to urge him deeper. "Yes, baby, fuck yes."
"Tommy," you groaned as he licked up your neck, collecting the sweat that dotted your skin. "Tommy, fuck!"
"Cum for me," Tom whispered, and he grabbed hard at your hips, surely leaving red marks in his wake. "C'mon, baby, cum all over my dick."
You hardly had to wait to fulfill Tom's wish, because, just as he was touching his hand to yours to aid you in rubbing your clit, the knot inside your belly snapped, and you all but screamed as you came hard, your hips twitching and bucking as your breath left your chest. Your vision went white for just a moment, and you grabbed hard at Tom's neck to drag him into a messy, open-mouthed kiss. "Fuck," he whispered against your mouth, and he quickly drew himself out of you to cum all over your tummy.
His thick cum covered your belly, and his red chest heaved as he panted. His pink lips were hung open as he looked down at you, and a withered smile spread across his face. "My pretty girl," he gasped, and he fell down beside you with a sigh. "Are you happy?"
"Yes," you told him. Your heart was still racing, and you turned onto your side to place your head on his chest. "Very happy indeed, Tommy."
"Good," Tom laughed. "'Cause I think dinner's ready."
#bex answers#anon ask#tom grant#tom grant x reader#make up 2019#joseph quinn#joseph quinn x reader#*my writing
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Request for a year anniversary: congrats on the milestone! I always enjoy your content. I would love a barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, and diavolo domestic fluff fic or HCs. Dealer choice if they’re broken up into separate fics or all HCs or a series. Ty for all that you do!
Technically, the requests are only for one pair, ship, or trio. I have already posted some domestic fluff headcanons for Solomon, so I used a random number generator to select one of the other characters, since I assume you meant individually with MC. I got #2 (Simeon), which worked out since I don't currently have any Simeon requests (I think). Sorry about that, but I hope that's fine.
1 year anniversary flash request event - SFW
(Simeon x gn!MC)
Prompt 12 - Your choice: Domestic Fluff
Domestic!Simeon, who runs baths with sweet-smelling salts for you and only occasionally gets in the bath with you, usually with his bare chest pressed against your back as you sit between his legs. Sometimes he’ll even invite himself into your shower just to wash your hair for you and take in the sight of water running down your skin. He loves to place kisses on your freshly cleansed skin, as if he can’t stand the idea that you might have washed his love down the drain.
Domestic!Simeon, who prepares meals for you whenever you let him. He loves to feed you, and he’s especially fond of sending you out with homemade lunches, knowing that not only will you have a quality meal, but that everyone will know you have someone who loves you enough to prepare food for you. Simeon also adores when you do lunch exchanges, preparing each other’s meals.
Domestic!Simeon, who insists on spending time with you in the kitchen at least once a week regardless of your culinary experience. If you’re bad at cooking, he takes it as an opportunity to slowly teach you. Simeon cherishes the time spent preparing food or drinks as a couple. He also uses these moments as an excuse for some physical intimacy: gentle kisses between steps in a recipe, sweetly cleaning each other’s skin when messes occur, one of you holding the other from behind as they work.
Domestic!Simeon, who typically wakes up before you. The kitchen always smells like coffee when you get up – usually with undertones of whatever bread or pastry Simeon has warmed up that morning. Don’t worry, as soon as Simeon heard you start to move around in the bedroom, he started to warm up a pastry/bread for you and put on a fresh pot of coffee (if you drink it. If not, he might prepare a cup of tea or something instead) “Everything will be ready in a minute, sweetheart.” For now, just give him a good morning kiss – and, no, he doesn’t care if your breath stinks right now.
Domestic!Simeon, who only stays in bed late when he knows neither of you have anywhere to be that morning. He’ll snuggle into your arms or hold you to his chest. He would pepper you in kisses and whisper words of love against your skin. (Suggestive: And if you’re in the mood, he’ll take his time making love to you until you’re utterly satisfied.)
Domestic!Simeon, who watches movies with you on the couch, bundled in blankets, some nights. He’ll prep food and/or buy snacks ahead of time. Sometimes, you’ll both fall asleep on the couch that night, cuddling each other close. You might wake up a little sore, but it feels worth it.
Domestic!Simeon, who crawls onto your lap while you’re working or reading when he’s had a bad day. You don’t have to talk. You don’t even have to try to comfort him. Just being in your arms for a while, with his head resting against your body, is enough. He takes comfort in listening to your heartbeat.
Domestic!Simeon, who hides love notes around the house for you whenever he feels his love bubbling up and can’t figure out how else to let it out. They’ll be in random places, too: inside that box of cereal you opened the other day and haven’t finished; inside the egg carton; taped to the side of an unopened tissue box, waiting for you to need a replacement; in that book you picked up last month and forgot to finish – right where you left off; in the pocket of your favorite jacket or pair of pants. He doesn’t even remember where they’re all at, and he isn’t particularly bothered if you don’t find it or accidentally ruin the note before you have a chance to read it; he just had too much love to contain in his body.
#anon#requests#moss 1 year event#moss 1 year event sfw#simeon#gn!mc#obey me simeon#obey me headcanons#obey me#simeon x mc#simeon x reader#simeon fluff
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ghouls go to breakfast hcs:
dew: dew gets nauseous if he eats too early in the morning so he usually will just have coffee while the others eat, despite this he always helps first thing in the morning when it comes to making breakfast, swiss cuts him up some fruit after they clean up and he’ll snack on that before lunch. he has his coffee w oat milk and pretends like he doesn’t want any sugar but will scoop about 4 tablespoons in after the first sip
rain: he’s not the biggest fan of ‘traditional’ breakfast foods, he loves bibimbap, rice w a shit ton of lil side plates to add in? he goes crazy. however rain loves a good sleep in and doesn’t like having to wait for the rice to cook AND cut up veggies AND fry eggs, luckily there’s a lil fire ghoul who’s love language is acts of service who will make sure all of rains side plates are ready for him the moment he wakes up. after breakfast he likes to sit outside w his herbal tea and a good book, he’s not 100% sure what the tea is but mount said it’s good for digestion
phantom: complete opposite of dew. this mf needs food in their mouth as soon as they open their eyes or they will die (they won’t). thankfully much like rain has dew, ant has swiss who wakes up at a ridiculous time and makes sure his lil bat has a 3 course meal to wake up to. ant eats a lot and they eat fast, they’ll have something that resembles a full english breakfast and a bowl of cereal and fruit and whatever left overs the others don’t want. nobody knows how that ghoul can possibly fit so much food in them and absolutely no one is shocked when they’re curled on the couch 30 minutes later complaining about a stomach ache before having their post breakfast nap
swiss: swiss is easy when it comes to breakfast, he’s typically cooking most of everyone else’s so he makes a plate w a lil bit of everyone else’s food. he will have at least three different kinds of eggs tho usually one fried, one scrambled and an omelet (“gotta have protein for the gainz”). he switches up between tea and coffee depending on his mood but he always drinks it straight no milk no sweetener “i’m sweet enough”
mount: mount much like dew and swiss is one of the dens chefs. he doesn’t touch any of the meat tho the texture causes him problems so that’s left to dew and swiss, mount is a master at omelettes tho he has a secret cheese dealer and always has the most amazing cheese that compliment the rest of the omelet perfectly, along w his home grown veggies and herbs. the abbey does have a few chickens that mount will help care for but that’s mostly up to zeph. every morning he starts off w one of his homemade teas he’s got a cupboard full of different mixes of herbs that he’ll switch between depending on what the day has in store
cumulus: forever mounts princess cumulus tends to wake up to a beautiful steaming mug of chamomile tea in bed, she enjoys it while she spends time freshening herself up for the day (washing her face, taking off her silk cap and fixing her hair up). by the time she wanders into the kitchen mount always has her fav of his omelettes ready, ricotta and spinach with a side of sliced up strawberries. he quite literally has it ready on a silver platter for her
cirrus: cirrus is basically half alive in the morning until she has at least 2 mugs of close to boiling black coffee. she goes absolutely ham on the sausages, heat does not effect her so she’ll grab them straight out of the pan while swiss is still cooking them, if they’re still raw in the middle she honestly prefers it. she might snack on some pineapple if she’s feeling peckish but for the most part her mornings start off w a plate full of pork (bacon and sausage)
aurora: if you wake up aurora before she’s done having her beauty sleep all hell will break loose. she’s usually the last one up and is also one of swiss’ morning princesses. she sits at the head of the table every morning and swiss brings her a bowl of yogurt, granola (ofc made by mount) and berries. he would not dare forget to serve it with a kiss
this post is inspired by this one from @iamthecomet
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heartbreak is a part of life | l.mh
wc: 1.2k
genre: ANGST; best friends to strangers; multi POV??
cw: literally no happy ending (for reader); talks of marriage; depression; sad cereal; angst; let me knows if I missed anything
part one: when you loved me
You stayed in your room, hiding under your blankets. You had turned your phone off after several concerned texts from Jun, you didn’t want anything that reminded you of highschool, with the only exception being the jacket you cocooned yourself in.
Your stomach growled its displeasures with you, but you still didn’t move until the hunger pains hit.
Slowly pulling the covers away from yourself, you dragged your body out of bed and stumbled your way to the kitchen. You heard hushed whispers before you even got out of the hall, and they shut up quick when they heard you coming.
You ignored your roommates in your kitchen as you shuffled to the cabinet and grabbed a box of your favorite cereal and poured yourself a large bowl. You shuffled back by them after pouring your milk and headed back to your room.
“Shit, that's her sad cereal and her comfort jacket. It’s really bad.” You heard Nat whisper from behind you.
You sat at your desk and slowly ate your cereal. It was soggy and gross by the time you finished it and your stomach was upset. You knew you should've eaten something more substantial than a sugar filled childrens breakfast, but nothing else sounded even slightly appetizing and adding throwing up to the list of things gone wrong in the past twenty-four hours was not something you wanted to do.
You fell into a horrible routine, you were sluggish and zombie-like, half hearted with everything you did, and exhausted. You hadn’t slept well in weeks and even your co-workers were starting to notice.
You had never gone through depression before, but you didn’t need to go to a doctor to acknowledge that was what was going on with you.
One day, you came home from work early, hoping to soak in a nice long bath and hide out for a while, instead you opened your door to the sound of voices filtering in from the kitchen. They didn't notice you and you thought maybe you could sneak past the doorway without drawing attention to yourself but froze when you heard his name.
“We can’t tell her, she’s barely starting to pick back up, it’ll shatter her world.”
“She’s strong, she’ll get through it, but Minho’s engagement will be plastered everywhere before the end of the day. I just think it’ll be better hearing the news from us rather than a random magazine dealer on her way home from work.”
You knew you weren’t meant to hear this conversation, and you definitely didn’t want to, but even with tears in your eyes and your already fragile heart shattering into pieces, you silently leaned against the wall and listened.
“She’s been through hell, Jun. I have never seen her so torn up. If we tell her, I have no idea how she’ll take it. She just found out she’s in love with her high school best friend and has been for years, the last thing she needs is to find out he’s getting married.”
“We can’t just hide something like this from her forever, Lia. Min wants to invite her to the wedding. She has a right to know.”
You heard your roommate blow out a breath of frustration, you could picture her rubbing her cheekbones under her eyes like she usually does when she's stressed about something.
You didn’t want to hear any more. No longer caring about being unnoticed, you dashed by the kitchen, head tilted down to hide the tears blooming in your eyes. You ran to your room, ignoring the sounds of surprise and calls of your name.
You locked your door and leaned back against it. You ignored Lia pounding on your door and calling out to you, you didn’t pay any mind to Jun’s usually calm voice breaking with concern, all you could do was stand in shock as you processed what you had heard them saying, tears staining your face.
You moved like a ghost as you walked to your desk. You continued to ignore your friends as you pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. In an unsteady sprawl, you wrote out seven simple words, folded up the paper, and stuck it in the small hidden pocket on the inside of the jacket that you had treasured for so long.
You calmed your breathing and gently folded up the jacket. Opening the door, you came face to face with your two worried friends. As they both looked you over, they noticed the jacket at the same time, Lia confused as to why you were holding your comfort jacket instead of wearing it, and Jun wondering how the hell you still had one of the dance team's jackets after all these years.
Your voice was unsteadier than you were hoping it’d be as you held the treasure out towards Jun.
“Can you give this to him and tell him congratulations for me? And sorry that I won’t be able to make it to his wedding?”
Jun took the jacket hesitantly, looking to Lia first as if asking for permission. Once it was in his hands you gave them a shaky smile and nodded before walking back over and crawling into your bed. You would’ve shut the door, but knew Lia, and your other roommates when they got home, would feel a little bit better if they could peek in every now and again to make sure you were alright.
Jun left a while later, the jacket feeling heavy on his arm.
He arrived at the company building twenty minutes late for practice and slightly out of breath. He said a quiet hello to the lady at the front desk as he rushed to the practice room. Minho noticed him the second he walked through the doors, pausing the song he was teaching and calling for a water break before walking over to his friend.
“Where have you been? I didn’t think you were gonna make it.” Minho said, voice grumpy but eyes concerned as he looked his friend over, quickly taking notice of the jacket. “Is that..?”
Jun hesitated but held it out to him. “Y/n says congratulations, also she is sad to say she won’t be able to attend the wedding.”
Minho looked at the jacket. He knew exactly which jacket it was. He hadn’t thought about it, or the note he had left in it, for a while. He always got sad when he thought about her. He assumed she found the note and got weirded out, which led to her never contacting him again. Sometimes he wondered how things could have been if he wasn’t such a coward in high school, but he couldn’t complain too much. He had his dream job, his gorgeous financée whom he loved dearly, and most of all he did it by the sides of some of his best friends in the whole world.
Even so, the what ifs flash by every now and again.
A sudden curiosity flooded him as he wondered if you ever even found the note. It was entirely possible it was still in the pocket. He ignored the fact that the jacket was completely covered in your scent, one that hadn’t changed even after all these years, and unzipped the pocket.
He noticed there was a note, but not his. This one looked clean, as if it was newly placed there. He pulled it out and unfolded it, reading the words that were written there in your gorgeous, steady handwriting.
“Thank you for when you loved me.”
a/n: thank you so much for reading, feedback is always always appreciated🫶🫶
Alternate Ending: love is worth the wait
#stray kids#stray kids x reader#stray kids fics#lee know#skz fanfic#skz x reader#lee know x reader#lee know x y/n#lee minho x reader#lee minho#lee know fanfic
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text: Well that throws a brick in my cereal...
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hello & welcome to ~highly specific useless drawtectives headcanons~ (bc they live in my head like brainworms and i need to take them outside like dogs) GO!
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- they hang out so much there starts to be an overlap between their styles, and speech patterns. they just start acting like each other.
- grandma gives forehead kisses whenever york and rosé are at a standing low enough for them to reach. they can't help it 🤷👵
- york is a heavy sleeper. like almost to a dangerous degree. there could be a fire in the house and he'd be all like snoooore mimimimimimi~
(counterpoint: i also feel like once grandma and rosé arent in the room, even the snap of a twig would wake him up)
- grandma's definitely the richest rich kid between the three of them. idk how else to put it. like, i know that's technically canon, and i know they have a PRINCE in the squad, but...i also feel like grandma would totally randomly drop that she had a "childhood summer home" or something
- both york and rosé are covered in battle scars. but while york sees his scars as a sign of victory, rosé isn't,,, as proud of hers.
her fights weren't as dignified. like. stabbing a drug dealer to take his money or smm, (and losing, bc she must've been like, 17)
(first time he sees them, york might've been like "WOAH COOL" and rosé'd be like "in What Way?"
"you're strong" "not really")
(there's your fanfiction prompt. go ham with it.)
while we're on that topic,,
- york and rosé would totally wrestle over really trivial things like who gets the last drop of cereal, who gets the remote. (york may be stronger, but rosé is out for blood. she's feral.)
it recontextualizes fighting to be like a friend thing now. it's nice.
- grandma and rosé braid each other's hair when they're bored it's really cute.
(like you know when you're just Listening to someone talk, and just start randomly braiding hair, and once ur done u just Dont Tie It Up?? top ten girly things ngl)
- york watches national geographic wild animal documentaries like it's the real housewives of fancytown.
- they know about each other's favorite movies, family gossip, allergies, past lovers, number of cousins, even down something like Current Passwords, but if you asked york or grendan when rosé's birthday was, they honestly wouldn't know.
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Still rotating in my head about how ancient Sheikah celestial iconography never references the moon, but the Yiga Clan has buttloads of lunar iconography in their weaponry, with the Vicious Sickles possibly representing the waxing and/or waning crescent and the Demon Carver resembling a solar eclipse (when the moon pases between the sun and the earth, blocking out the sun’s light).
Also, the Yiga’s sickles being repurposed agrarian instruments like how a lot of ninja weapons are inspired by improvised weaponry made from agrarian tools, but also being clearly different from the tools the Kakariko villagers would use to harvest their crops. The villagers would probably harvest rice, so would use something like kama, but the Yiga use a more European model, the type of sickle you’d use to harvest grassy cereals like wheat in bundles or clear underbrush. It almost evokes the classic “grim reaper” symbolism you see in Western folklore and mythology.
There’s this weird focus on “cycles,” and on harvest as well as death, in the Yiga’s cult of Ganon. Almost like they worship him as some sort of fertility or harvest god in addition to a death-dealer. A bringer of beginnings and flourishings as well as endings. It’s even more curious given the Blood Moon’s association with both “proper” resurrection of the flesh and necromancy. And now we have Ganondorf’s own association with “the earth” and the underground realm of the dead in the TotK trailer. A “dying-and-rising” god, maybe?
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Breathe Into Your Hungry Appetite.
(a simon riley x john mactavish fanfic ^_^)
CHAPTER ONE, CHAPTER THREE
cw: ghostsoap (simon riley x john mactavish), modern au, drug dealer au, mentions of weed, smut?, kinda transghost ngl, VERY BAD SPELLING!! that’s abt it.
haii guys i wrote chpt1 earlier and decided that it needs more added to it so here’s chpt2 :3
Simon’s morning started off just how it always did; kicking off the blankets, stretching out his back, and making that same awkward shuffle across the room towards the bathroom to brush his teeth and his hair. He still had that same old ache in his back and his joints as he slowly felt himself come back to the realm of the living. He didn’t bother with putting on a proper pair of pants before heading downstairs to the kitchen. It was a wednesday, he had the house to himself until much later in the evening.
He made himself his usual breakfast, hunching over the kitchen counter to eat as he scrolled through his phone. When he opened it, he realized that he’d forgotten to text Soap the night before. His phone opened up directly to Soap’s contact, which he’d noted down as ‘Johnny’ with a bar of soap emoji, but he hadn’t managed to send a message before he nodded off. Fuck. That’s awkward.
Simon💀: meant to text last just but got sidetracked, sorry
A half-assed apology was better than one, he decided. He didn’t include his name in the message, but judging by how quickly his phone vibrated against the counter, he didn’t necessarily need to add it.
Johnny🧼: all good, sweetheart
Johnny🧼: how’s ur morning going? did you sleep well?
Oddly charming. Not that he’d expected Soap to be turned off from texting him in the slightest. If anything, he was grateful for it to be just business as usual.
Simon💀: bit of a late start, but slept good.
Simon💀: eating breakfast now, how’s your day going?
He finished up his bowl of cereal, giving the bowl a half-asses rinse at the sink so that nothing would harden up before he gathered the willpower to properly load up the dishwasher. Maybe he’d get to it later this evening, maybe he wouldn’t. Wouldn’t seemed much more likely at the present moment.
Johnny🧼: nothin too crazy
Johnny🧼: It’s a slow day. fuckin boooooooooreeedddd >:(
Ghost nearly rolled his eyes as soon as he read the message. Of course he’d been bored. It seemed like that was always the case.
Simon💀: you poor thing, whatever will you do.
Ghost put his phone into his pocket briefly before heading upstairs, shutting the door to his room behind him out of reflex. He didn’t necessarily need to, but it wasn’t the worst habit to have. He opened his stash box and got out his pipe, he really did need to clean it.
As much of a pain in the ass as it was, he walked into the bathroom and got everything he needed. He’d leave the piece soaking overnight and would use a backup one for now. He checked his phone again as soon as he got the pipe settled into a plastic bag.
Johnny🧼: have u tried the new stuff yet?
He’d nearly forgotten about it, in fact. He looked over the baggie as he sat down onto the bean bag chair in his room. He could tell from the smell of the weed alone as he loaded up the grinder that it was potent . incredibly so.
Simon💀: not yet, loading up a bowl rn
Simon💀: smells strong as shit ngl.
The bud was nearly sticking to his fingers as he packed the bowl, the smell filling the room before he’d even sparked his lighter. It wasn’t that Soap always gave him shit weed, but he hadn’t expected this from a random strain that he’d given him to try. For free no less. And who the hell would Ghost be to turn down free weed that seemed to be at least halfway decent?
He flipped on the TV before settling down onto his beanbag chair and sparking up his bowl. The hit was sharp, almost immediately giving him that subtle, burning feeling at the back of his throat. The smoke still grunted slighting on the blowout, but there was a subtle almost citrusy flavour to it that say heavy on his tongue. Fuck. It felt good.
Simon kept taking slow, lazy hits from the pipe, leaning back and watching the smoke swirl and dance above him before it slowly dispersed throughout the room into nothing. The sunlight streaming in through the window made it look almost magical.
Simons phone had gotten tossed onto the bed at some point and he’d long since forgotten about it. He could feel the high slowly creeping in, his head filling with cotton and that euphoric loosening of his limps and muscles. Nothing else mattered in that moment… Aside from cracking a window; he’d finished smoking his bowl and the room was feeling rather stuffy. He opened the window quickly, swaying slighting from standing up too fast, and settled back down into the beanbag chair. He tapped the ash out of his pipe onto his rolling tray, stamping out the still smoldering bits with the bottom of his lighter, before leaning back and staring up at the ceiling. He wasn’t going to be moving from this spot for a minute. He could tell almost immediately. He could faintly hear the TV going in the background and that was the only thing keeping him grounded in the present. He hadn’t gotten a high like this in a minute.
For some reason, he felt durant to his acoustic guitar sitting over in the corner. The guitar was old, probably just as old as Simon was but he didn’t particularly care to do the math on that. He didn’t know the exact type of guitar he had, but it was a Suzuki SG-2S guitar and it was scuffed to hell and back. That guitar had seen him through three different moves that he knew about, the pick guard being coated in hundreds of overlapping scratch marks. The finish of the guitar was worn off in several spots, but Simon still found it beautiful. Tommy had called the color ‘Tobacco Sunburst’ but Simon thought the same was fucking stupid.
(If he remember right, they’d gotten into a spat over it. Tommy has insistent that it wa the proper name for the color, Simon didn’t care regardless. The name was stupid.)
He sat up briefly before slinging the guitar over his lap, not bothering to slide the strap over his shoulders. His fingers quickly slid to pick out from between the strings and the fretboard at the top of the guitar, the calluses on his fingertips lining up perfectly with the strings. He idly picked through a few different scales. Warming up on the guitar was practically second nature to him at this point. He’d been playing guitar for just about as long as he could remember. His mother had taught him as soon as he was big enough to hold a guitar and he’d fallen in love with the instrument as soon as he touched the strings. Some of his fondest memories growing up were of playing guitar with his mum, often accompanied by Tommy singing along to whatever song they were playing, his voice being incredibly loud and off-key.
The guitar belonged to his mother originally, and it had been a birthday gift from her. He’d part with it over his dead body. Though the guitar didn’t look the best, it was absolutely priceless to him. He hummed softly to himself as he slowly worked through different riff that had been giving him trouble. The guitar was tuned perfectly, and Simon felt himself getting lost in the sound of it. The soft squeaks of the strings against his fingers, the gentle thrums from the pick, nearly everything was enchanting.
Playing guitar was always an incredibly therapeutic thing for Simon. At the very least, it was a conversation starter for just something he could bring up for meaningless smalltalk. He’d been asked to play at a few of Gaz’s parties, but the idea of having that many people staring at him while he was playing made him want to gouge his throat out with a fork. He’d rather play alone in his room, and he had no problem with admitting that.
He hadn’t been to many of Gaz’s parties recently, but he appreciated that Gaz didn’t nag him too terribly for not showing up. He didn’t know everyone who was there and his idea of fun didn’t typically consist of sitting off in a corner awkwardly for a few hours before he deemed it acceptable to leave.
Funnily enough, Soap always seemed to be at Gaz’s parties whenever he’d have them. Soap would never outright approach Simon, but he’d always give him a wave and that same, charming smile he always seemed to have primed and ready. Did Soap know how to play guitar? Could he at least sing halfway decent? He’d have to ask next time he saw him.
Simon decided he was done playing guitar for now once he’d realized he’d been staring at the wall for the past ten minutes, not moving a single muscle. He placed it back onto its stand in the corner before immediately laying back down into bed. The soft breeze coming in through the window made his room cool, but still extremely pleasant for him to be in. He laid on his stomach with one leg lifted up as he started scrolling through his phone to keep his mind occupied.
Even while being on his phone, his mind couldn’t stop drifting towards thoughts of Johnny. Objectively he was mildly annoying, to put things lightly. He always seemed to gravitate towards Simon like a lost puppy just to make flirty comments towards him. (It had taken Simon an embarrassing amount of time to figure out that he was flirting and not just being nice.) Though he was annoying, Simon couldn’t deny that he was incredibly attractive despite his horrifically outdated mohawk, but it did suit him quite well.
Simon didn’t consider himself to be very much of a relationship person. Things had a tendency to not work out and he’d much rather save himself the grief than fling himself at anyone who showed him the smallest bit of attention. While this was true, he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t enjoy the attention that Johnny was always all too willing to give him. Johnny made him feel like he was the most important person in the room. He’d be stupid to not enjoy it.
He wanted to get closer to Johnny, nearly feeling shitty for how little he actually knew about him. He didn’t know much about his hobbies, only knowing his taste in music from their drives that they would go on together. Their respective tastes in music had a significant amount of overlap, which Simon greatly appreciated. He found himself always feeling drawn towards Johnny. He wanted to be closer to him, whether that was just as friends or otherwise.
Johnny was undeniably attractive; you could even argue that he was Simon’s type. He had a decent amount of muscle to him, a stunning smile, and those beautiful blue eyes that Simon could easily get lost in for hours. His patchwork tattoos that were more than likely done in someone’s kitchen or basement left something to be desired, but Simon couldn’t say much on the quality or overall design of his tattoos. (He didn’t have much ground to stand on with his overly edgy sleeve he’d gotten the week after he turned 18.) Johnny was cocky and oftentimes overly confident, but Simon liked it, oddly enough. He was charming and always seemed to know exactly what to say to get a laugh or any other reaction out of Simon. He liked Johnny much more than he’d initially expected to.
Simon wasn’t entirely picky with who he hooked up with, but it wasn’t something that he often sought out. With Johnny, however, he had half a mind to invite him over. The longer he’d thought about him, that low simmer of arousal pooling in his gut had roared into a rolling boil. Sleeping with Johnny wouldn’t be the worst idea he’d ever had. He’d stolen glances at his groin when he would wear gray sweatpants and Simon was more than just pleased with what he’d seen. At the very least, he’d have fun. That would be worth it. It had been a minute.
Simon💀: idk if it’s the strain or what
Simon💀: but i’m fucking horny
Simon💀: did that happen to you when you tried it?
Simon seemed to have an uncanny talent in sending risky text messages when he was stoned. It wasnt recommended at all, but he usually gained something pleasant out of it. He’d never sent a risky message to Johnny, mind, but he doubted anything bad would come from it.
He knew damn well how Johnny looked at him like he was something to be devoured. Any time he needed to lean down to pick something up, he could always be certain that he’d find Johnny’s eyes trained carefully on him. He was never shy about his intentions. Simon was practically waiting for Johnny to make a move, but he’d make it first if Johnny wouldn’t.
Despite Johnny’s track record of responding within five minutes whenever Simon would text him, nearly ten minutes had lapsed since Simon had messaged him. Disappointing. He tossed his phone onto the bed before opening the drawer on his bedside table. He tossed a bottle of lube and a dildo onto the bed near his phone before lying back down. It seemed like closing the door earlier had been a good idea after all.
He checked his phone one again, just to check, and was surprised to see ‘Read 1:23pm.’ He was very neatly thrilled to see the typing bubble pop up on screen. He needed to see this through, a pang of tension cutting through his arousal.
Johnny🧼: u kno..
Johnny🧼: as ur plug in responsible for ur high
Johnny🧼: i could come take care of u
Of course he’d say that. Simon had completely expected for Johnny to jump at the opportunity. Strangely enough, it was endearing.
Simon💀: mhm.
Simon💀: you can barely take care of yourself
Simon💀: I’d like to see you try.
Simon grinned as soon as he saw that Johnny was typing again rolling onto his stomach. He kept his phone held up in his left hand as his right hand slid down beneath himself. He didn’t let it slide fully into his boxers, idly playing with the waistband of his boxers.
Johnny🧼: I can come over n prove it, si’
Johnny🧼: I’d be more thn happy 2
As much as the idea seemed appealing, Simon wanted to guarantee that he’d have the house to himself. He couldn’t risk having Roach coming home in the middle of everything. He truly did want to tell Johnny to come over, particularly with how long it’s been, it wasn’t work the risk of getting interrupted.
Simon💀: maybe you could.
Simon💀: where would you start?
Though he couldn’t have Johnny over right away, playing with his food was always an entertaining pastime for Simon. Particularly with someone like Johnny. He always was incredibly upfront with his intentions. Whether he’d put his money where his mouth is was still up for debate.
Johnny🧼: do u have any idea how crazy uve been driving me??
Johnny🧼: every time i see u it drives me fuckin insane
Johnny🧼: can barely keep my hands to myself when i see u
Cute, but Simon already knew that. The art of subtlety was not something that Johnny was skilled or familiar with. He liked that about him. He couldn’t deny the thrill that rushed down his spine whenever he would turn around and catch Johnny staring at him. He always looked at him like he was starving, his eyes looking nearly dark with desire each time. It almost seemed as if he could call Johnny over to him with a simple tilt of his head and he’d drop to his knees in front of Simon like an obedient dog. He loved that feeling.
Simon 💀: cute…
Simon 💀: you can do better than that, can’t you?
Johnny🧼: u have no idea just how badly i want to ruin u
Simon had half a mind to drop the conversation there. He wasn’t in the mood to have to lead the conversation himself. If Johnny wasn’t going to hold his attention, he wasn’t going to keep playing along for the sake of Johnny’s ego. Interestingly enough, he responded before Simon could set his phone down fully.
Johnny 🧼: if you tell me to i’ll come over rn
Johnny 🧼: i’d push you up against the wall, kiss you breathless with my hand around your neck
Johnny 🧼: have you riding my thigh while i’m marking what’s mine
Marking what’s his?
Simon 💀: marking what’s yours? i’m not yours.
Johnny 🧼: not yet >_<!
Incredibly cocky, yet he didn’t hate it. Johnny was always incredibly forward with his intentions. The current moment was no exception to that. Simon would be lying if he didn’t find the idea of it appealing. He could almost perfectly envision it.
Johnny’s hand gripping almost uncomfortably tight onto his hips, no doubt leaving bruises where his fingertips had been. The delectably rough scrape of his stubble against his jaw and neck as biting kisses would be placed across his skin, the warm metal of the barbell in Johnny’s tongue tracing across each hickey left across his neck. He could almost hear how Johnny would chuckle against his skin as he pressed his leg up further between Simon’s thighs, the pressure against his cock as he would roll his hips down and be met with an approving hum from Johnny. He wanted to hear just how rushed and heated Johnny’s breaths would get, feel his cock hardening against his hip…
Johnny 🧼: i’d treat you so well if you’d let me
Johnny 🧼: i’ll make an absolute mess out of you just with my tongue and fingers
Johnny 🧼: i’d leave marks all over your body just to make you think of me each time you see them
He would be on his back, bullied up closer to the head of the bed with Johnny between his legs. He’d have his hand in Johnny’s hair, pulling on it just to see how Johnny would react. He could almost feel Johnny’s steely blue eyes watching each expression he’d make. Johnny’s eyes would never leave his face, even when he leans his head back against the pillows. The coil in his stomach winding tighter with each pass of Johnny’s tongue against his cock, his fingers curling up just right inside of him and making him squirm.
He knew Johnny would wrap his free arm around one of his thighs, pulling him closer and effectively locking him in place. He’d pull back just briefly, his chin nearly dripping wet with Simon’s arousal.
“Don’t run away from it, sweetheart.”
Johnny 🧼: can’t wait to hear all the pretty little sounds you’ll make
Simon 💀: hate to disappoint but i’m kind of quiet
Johnny 🧼: we’ll see about that when i get my hands on you
Simon couldn’t even find it in him to be annoyed by his confidence. Johnny was well aware of the effect that he had on Simon and to his credit, Simon couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this interested in texting someone like this.
He was on edge, his hand having creeped into his boxers long before Johnny started typing. He could feel his heartbeat racing as he watched the bubble continue, a low curse leaving his throat as he curled his fingers upwards inside of him.
Johnny 🧼: takin a while to respond, sweetheart
Johnny 🧼: what are you up to?
If he wanted to know so badly, Simon had no problems with showing him. He had a mirror at the foot of his bed for a reason. He sat up just slightly, leaning his weight on his left elbow and angling the camera so that his face wasn’t visible. He spread his legs open a little further for the picture. The damp spot on his boxers was just barely visible, but made more apparent by the flash of the camera.
The image was tasteful, but you could still clearly see that Simon had two fingers buried inside of his cunt. He ground the heel of his palm against his dick as he sent the picture over.
Simon 💀: i think you can guess…
Johnny didn’t immediately start typing and Simon couldn’t deny the slight puff that it gave to his ego. He was well aware of the fact that Johnny found him attractive, but seeing a visual demonstration of him not having an immediate quip back from a risque picture was amusing to him. It was, of course, short lived.
Johnny 🧼: got you that riled up from a few texts?
Simon 💀: don’t flatter urself
Simon 💀: i’m home alone. just gotta take care of it myself.
Johnny 🧼: i could change that
Simon 💀: maybe
The offer was incredibly tempting. Simon knew if he told Johnny to come over, he’d be at his house within the next twenty minutes, if not faster. Best case, the hookup would be pretty decent and he’d have a reason to invite Johnny over more often. Worst case, he’d have some mediocre sex and need to find a new drug dealer. That still didn’t account for running into Johnny at parties, or Roach coming home in the middle of everything. Maybe that wasn’t the best course of action…for now.
Johnny 🧼: can i save that pic?
Johnny 🧼: won’t show it to anyone. i just want that for me
If he’d been standing up, Simon knew that message would have made him dizzy. He could feel the slight rush of adrenaline down his spine at the suggestion. Just wanting to keep that picture for himself? Would he be looking at it later, touching himself thinking about Simon? Would that be the first time he’d done something similar? The mental image of that was all too appealing for Simon to say no.
Simon 💀: you better fucking not
Simon 💀: my face isn’t in it, go ahead
Johnny 🧼: perfect.
He slid a third finger inside of himself as he waited for Johnny to finish typing, gently chewing on his lower lip in anticipation. Would Johnny be touching himself looking at that picture?
His face dimly illuminated by the light of his phone, sitting up with the hem of his tank top tucked between his teeth. His eyes carefully scanning over the picture as his hand stroked over his cock, his thumb trailing over the head on each upstroke.
Johnny 🧼: just want to fucking ruin you
Johnny 🧼: i’d keep you up all night, fill you up until you can’t take any more
Simon 💀: doubt you have the stamina but you can try
Johnny 🧼: cute that you think that
Johnny 🧼: when’s the last time someone properly took care of you?
In all honesty, Simon could barely even remember the last time he’d hooked up with someone, let alone had a memorable and at least halfway decent hookup. He knew it had been more than a few months, but he didn’t exactly keep track of it either. He didn’t necessarily have people lining up to sleep with him, Johnny being the exception, and didn’t see the point in lying about it just to make him jealous…though it did sound appealing.
Simon 💀: it’s been a while
Johnny 🧼: poor thing
Johnny 🧼: i could take care of you
Johnny 🧼: have you start on your hands and knees, flip you on your back when you get too tired
Johnny 🧼: push your knees to your chest and watch how you fall apart for me
He’d be on his back, his knees held tight to his chest, Johnny no doubt deeper inside him than anyone had been in a long time. He could hear the slap of skin on skin, harsh pants and soft groans. He was certain he’d be able to see the sweat dripping down Johnny’s temples, messy trails down his neck. How his eyebrows would be knit together tightly, his eyes closed and focusing on the sensations of everything. Open mouthed panting, his muscles flexing and relaxing beneath his skin so perfectly, shoulders begging to be bitten into. He’d make such a pretty picture, wouldn’t he?
Johnny 🧼: show me what you’re up to, doll
He deserved to see a little more, didn’t he? Simon pushed himself up to be sitting fully, tucking his legs beneath him and getting into more of a straddle position. He kept the camera carefully angled to hide his face as he hit the record button. He kept slowly fingering himself as the video ran, being careful to not make much noise. He didn’t need to inflate Johnny’s ego any more than it already would be. He didn’t watch the video back before sending it off. It was only a few seconds long, but it was clear what he was doing.
His eyes lit up as soon as Johnny started typing again, not having the energy to feign disinterest any longer.
Johnny🧼: I can hardly even see what you’re doing, sweetheart
Simon💀: greedy.
Johnny🧼: you love it.
His next video started the same as the one he’d just sent, this time making more of an effort to grind against the palm of his hand as he worked himself open. This time, he lowered the camera from his face as he pulled his hand out of his boxers. He locked eyes with the camera in the mirror as he raised his hand towards his mouth, slowly trailing his tongue between his fingers and effectively cleaning off all evidence of his own arousal. He immediately sent off the video as soon as he stopped recording.
Simon💀: does this give you any clues?
He couldn’t deny the headrush he got as soon as Johnny didn’t reply for almost a minute, the read receipt being the only evidence he’d seen it. He was nearly giddy as he waited for Johnny to finish typing.
Johnny🧼: i think i’ve got an idea
Johnny🧼: i’d clean off your fingers just like that if i was there
Johnny🧼: dying to find out exactly how you taste
Simon💀: i bet you are
He’d been dancing around inviting Johnny over for too long, and he was starting to wonder if it’d be worth it to invite him over. Johnny hadn’t let up once in texting him. Simon wouldn’t mind the company. It could’ve just been the weed talking, but Simon felt he deserved at least the chance to prove himself. What did he have to lose?
He shifted up on his knees, turning so that his profile could be seen in the mirror. He pressed his chest down towards the bed, forcing his back to arch as his hips stayed high up in the air. He adjusted himself just slightly so that his body was in better view of the mirror to the camera. He sent off the picture as soon as he’d gotten a good shot.
Simon 💀: you gonna come get behind me or what?
Read 1:58pm.
For a few moments, Simon figured that Johnny was just in shock and didn’t know how to respond. Maybe he hadn’t expected Simon to send that and needed a moment to process. One minute passed, then two, then five, then ten. Simon couldn’t hold in the disappointed sigh as he tossed his phone to the side. He was disappointed, yes, but still not entirely surprised. He’d expected Soap to be all bark and no bite, but had hoped that wouldn’t be the case.
He rolled back onto his back, reaching for the dildo and lube he’d tossed onto the bed earlier before sliding his boxers off and tossing them onto the floor. He’d hoped for something different, but this would have to do for now.
an: sorry for cockblocking you guys i promise they fuck in the next chapter. but anyways. thank you for reading!!! i hope you enjoyed!! next chapter should be up relatively soonish!!
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kind of an x reader but not really tbh [aran,, kyoutani,, iwaizumi,, tanaka,, asahi]
WARNINGS: mentions of shanking,, belts,, drug dealing
a/n: they're not even roadmen at this point. i can't actually see anyone as a roadman from haikyuu, except maybe kyoutani and iwaizumi,, but yeahh. this was for fun, so don't come at me or anything 😭
ARAN :
he's that one stylish roadman that everyone appreciates. he's got fire fits, fully dripped out and looks amazing. he's not so much road as the others, but he has that deep, gravelly voice when he comes up to you like 'yo wys b'. if he was to be from London, he'd defo be from South. i can't imagine him anywhere else. maybe Hackney, but yeahh he's defo from South.
KYOUTANI :
he's absolutely terrifying, will make you shit yourself. he's them ones that'll make you cross the road when you see him approaching. he's not scary as such, more intimidating and just exudes this dangerous energy. if black af1s was a person it'd be kyoutani. also he's an incredibly loyal person, just know that if he's one of your mates he'll back you no matter what. has defo shanked one of his ops before as well. but not fatally.
IWAIZUMI :
he'd be the womaniser. always has a charming smirk on his face and treats girls with the utmost respect, but he's a bit cheeky. he'd come up to you, eye you up and down and bite his lips. and then he'd talk to you casually with a smirk on his face. he's constantly making you heat up on the spot with his undivided attention on you and everyone has a crush on him. he's like the popular kid that talks and is nice to everyone.
TANAKA :
brother dresses like a roadman but is 1000% not a roadman. like he has an older sister, if he gets caught with a bunch of dodgy guys you already know his sister is pulling out her belt. he seems intimidating with his skin fade and shit but he's genuinely really fun to hang out with and if he's your partner in class or for a project then you're in luck, he's a bit thick but he's got energy.
ASAHI :
poor guy doesn't want to be associated with roadmen and he's lowkey scared of them himself but everyone just assumes he's a drug dealer or something. kids in the lower school always come up to him slyly asking him for geek bars or ganja and he's just there like °-° poor guy even got his locker searched by teachers because of the rumors surrounding him, he just want to become designer ffs 😭
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#🌻.sunspell#🌻.haikyuu#haikyuu#hq#aran x reader#kyoutani x reader#iwaizumi x reader#tanaka x reader#asahi x reader#spirithub#tahonet#tht.sinta#iwaizumi headcanons#tanaka headcanons#asahi headcanons#aran headcanons#kyoutani headcanons#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu headcanons#hqlabels
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Lunatic Moon Puts on an Eclipsing Show
The eclipse almost got eclipsed. Lousy jerk clouds were so jealous of the attention whore Moon blocking the Sun that they tried to ruin the view. But Jersey Shore-style drama was ultimately not imported from a place outside the totality. The Moon was free to moon us.
Aspiring lookers worried a once-in-a-lifetime event would be even one fewer than that. Missing the lack of sunshine would’ve been a twist during the soft reboot of an emblematically bleak tale. Circumstances seemed eerily similar to
that deflating Ray Bradbury short story everyone has a traumatic memory of reading about the cruel class locking the girl in the closet so she misses the rare Venusian sunshine. But the happy ending we’re told never happens appeared out of nowhere.
I traveled all the way outside to be in the route. My greatest worry was whether I thawed enough Pizza Logs for every guest. We always try to be hospitable in Buffalo. I noticed how many out-of-state license plates partially concealed bumpers in the days leading up to the solar system show. Adventurous travelers took a chance on meteorological fate with a trip to the Queen City of Good Neighbors. The prospect of never getting a gift from the cosmos beat definitely not seeing it in some crescent-cursed state.
The skies weren’t blotted by a blizzard, so we dodged the worst-case scenario. I’d like to point out howling snow is an April rarity. Still, Buffalo residents braced to be disappointed by something other than teams or taxes. As for the shamefully high latter, politicians are so certain they know how to spend better than people who earn money that they take a cut just to prevent frivolous purchases. Take eclipse supplies. Many sites offered “free” glasses that taxpayers would’ve just bought with their own money if left to their unfettered devices. Visitors wondered why there was ample elbow room around commercial zones.
Existing area establishments celebrated the spacey occurrence by not selling anything. Everything closed while the skies opened. My indispensible neighborhood liquor store shuttered while the Moon was drunk, which means those who wanted to get eclipsed had to plan ahead. And even Tim Hortons took a rare break from brewing so workers could look wide-eyed through filters. How did eclipse viewers stay jittery? I hope meth dealers were shrewd enough to stay open.
Precautions against never seeing again seemed to work. Concerns about going blinfndsxvnjds wrrrervfwe ,a,,h/nxxc. My helper monkey has kindly stepped in to type dictations until my eyes stop feeling like I doused them with lava. Anthony is an idiot.
I’m trying to remember the astronomical facts I crammed over the past week, but I fret they’ll vanish from my memory like safety warnings for watchers. In my defense, it was tough to retain endless tips for ensuring spectators weren’t seeing the last thing they ever would.
Some alerts sounded like newsrooms sponsored contests to determine who could make the daftest admonition seem plausible. Most notably, owners of fancy wireless pocket phones were advised to not point the cameras where they were looking or the implements could go blind, too. You could make up any claim you’d like about where to aim eyes and get nervous participants to heed it. I’m pretty sure you couldn’t glance at a waxed car unless you wanted your eyeballs to melt. You won’t see them.
I tried to be as prepared as I was enthusiastic. It was as a good day for donning NASA socks as any this lifetime. To complement my festive wardrobe in practical terms, I made eclipse viewer from a cereal box just like Mrs. Benfanti taught me in third grade before a previous Moon-based incident. Interstellar experts recommend eating the Cheerios first.
A fun throwback of seeking entertainment by looking outside reminded us what it was like not to be glued to glowing pocket screens. The heavens should always be this entertaining. Keep staring outside for as long as it’s compelling. Your DVR retained its content unless lunar rays disrupted recording that episode of The Office. Creed doesn’t get fired on Halloween, so don’t worry. Television is probably crisper than the sky appeared but not as magical.
I spent most of Monday afternoon seeing the eclipse, sort of. The worst possible hours for overcast conditions seemed to embody the way things go on this rather uncooperative planet. I coped by planning to check out the spectacle next century presuming the weather obeys.
An eclipse where you can’t see the Sun for different reasons than advertised seemed like a lesson. The worst part of cloudy weather during the eclipse was my lack of surprise. The hometown of Rick James, Vincent Gallo, and me often seems like the place where fate disappoints.
Not being allowed to look presented little problem. A cruelly overcast day meant seeing some sort of blur through the real-life 3D glasses. Everyone was failing the eye test. Light at the end of the tunnel doesn’t provide much hope when it’s so splotchy.
But a transformation as amazing as queuing celestial objects redeemed what felt like a pending letdown. My journalism degree didn’t allow me to determine whether the totality overwhelmed puny clouds in its path or if they parted out of karmic mercy. Either way, the darkness led to lucidity.
The cosmic ballet compensated for tardiness. Blazing plasma surrounded the perfect black circle. For four glorious minutes or so, the fiery halo was the only clue that the Sun was still around. The only way the sudden penumbra coda could have been more satisfying was if it seemed like the advertised event wouldn’t be visible, so thank existence’s scriptwriters. You worried it was going to be cloudy for the whole eclipse, but the skies cleared at just the right time. Buffalo teaches about the universe.
Monday featured quite a night in the afternoon. We shared an incredible moment of all looking at the same alignment alongside. The eclipse offered a chance for people of all kinds to get together for gazing and realize we hate each other. Now, we share both animosity and liking that disappearing sunlight trick that one satellite pulled.
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