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natti-ice · 1 month

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His Onlyfans Girl- Eddie Munson.

Pairing: bestfriendsdad!Eddie Munson x onlyfansgirl!fem!reader

Summary: your best friend’s father becomes one of your subscribers on onlyfans, when you confront him about it things get a little heated. (3.7k words)

Warnings: 18+ mdni, modern AU! age gap (Eddie is late 40’s, reader is in her 20’s), masturbation, pornography, confrontation, slut shaming, arguing, oral (f receiving), p in v, rough sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, creampie.

Author’s note: this is a continuation of this post!

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When he heard about this "onlyfans" thing he rolled his eyes and brushed it off thinking it was just another porn site. He normally sticks to what he likes and what he knows is reliable, but he kept seeing things online about onlyfans and wanted to see what all the hype was about.

He scrolled down the main page and saw all the random women posing in scandal clad clothes, pretty faces that he'd forget in five seconds once he scrolled past. All of the accounts were locked because he had to subscribe to them and he didn't see a reason to pay for porn when he could get it for free. He scrolled and scrolled until something jumped out at him, your page. He couldn't believe it, you and his daughter had been friends for a long time and he had no idea you were doing these things on the internet.

He immediately kept scrolling and tried to pretend he didn't see that...but part of him was curious. He sighed and scrolled back up and clicked on your account. He knew it was wrong in every sense of the word but fuck, he couldn't look away. He couldn't see anything at all because he wasn't subscribed to your page, he had a strong feeling in his body and he knew exactly what it was. Desire.

His mind raced with a million reasons why he shouldn't do it but his urges were just too strong, he caved and put in his credit card information and subscribed to your onlyfans. His eyes lit up when he saw all of your photos and videos, he knew he would regret this in the morning but he didn't give a fuck. He needed to get off, get off looking at your body.

He could feel his heart pounding out of his chest as he saw you laid out before him on his screen, he always thought you were attractive but this was a whole other level. He could hardly blink because he was afraid he would miss a detail of your body, you were perfect to him, your body was like it had been crafted by god himself just for Eddie to admire. His hand found its way into his boxers as he memorized every line of your figure, the curve of your breasts, the shape of your hips and how they lead perfectly to your pussy.

He started to stroke himself faster as he clicked one of your solo masturbation videos, he breathing became more labored the faster he pumped his cock, he couldn't tear his eyes off of dildo that stretched you out. He wished that was him, that he was your toy, he wanted nothing more than to be the one to bring you pleasure. "Fuck" he whispers under his breath as he feels his orgasm nearing rapidly, he works himself faster until he finally released all over his hand. He falls back into his pillow, he pants hard as he desperately tries to fill his lungs with air, when he comes to his senses he realizes what he had done.

He quickly clears away the website, he deletes his search history praying that no one will ever find out about his taboo acts tonight...especially not his daughter. Guilt and slight paranoia sets in as he thinks about the consequences he would face if she found out, he knew this would hurt her and that was the last thing he would ever want to do, he cursed himself for being so weak and giving into his desires. He took a deep breath and tried to erase you from his mind as he wiped himself clean with a tissue and laid his head down to rest, he closes his eyes and very slowly drifts off to sleep. His dreams were plagued with the images of your body, making for a very restless night.

The next morning you woke up to the sun beaming through the curtains filling the room up with a warm light, it was just like every other morning, you allowed your eyes to focus and adjust to the brightness before reaching over and grabbing your phone off the nightstand. You unlock your phone and do your daily check of social media, you scroll through different timelines on various apps to catch up on any news you missed while you slept. When you've had your fair share of meme consumption you take a trip over to your onlyfans account, when you started it a few months ago it was just as a little way to make some extra cash apart from your regular 9-5, but you soon started to gain a following and it became your biggest source of income. You didn't find anything wrong with what you were doing, everyone needs to get by somehow plus you had a lot of fun making your videos, not to mention the positive attention really boosted your confidence.

You scroll through your new notifications, you read all of the comments and saw who liked your posts, you checked out the accounts that had just subscribed to your page most of which go by pseudonyms to remain anonymous. Everything seemed normal until you saw it... "Ed Munson" had subscribed to your onlyfans. Your heart sunk to your stomach and you immediately sat up in bed, you couldn't believe what you were seeing, was this really him? You frantically clicked on the account to find anything to prove it wasn't him, but you were met with a blank page, no profile picture, no bio, absolutely nothing.

Your hands started to shake with nerves as thousands of questions run through your head, maybe it was someone else? If it is him, why did he subscribe to your account? Oh god, what if she finds out? How many Ed Munsons could there be You couldn't believe this for a second, you had known Ed since you were eighteen that's when you first became friends with his daughter, you and her met in a college math class and instantly clicked. You would go over to their place to hang out and he was always kind to you whenever you spoke, but he always kept things brief because he didn't want either of you to feel like he was barging in on your fun. Never once did he ever show that he was interested in you sexually or try to make any advances on you, he was a respectable man and a man that you could trust, but this, this threw you for a loop.

You got out of bed and tried to forget about what you saw, it really couldn't have been him... at least that's what you tried to convince yourself of. You went through your normal morning routine because you had to be at work in an hour but all you could think about was this situation, you were very open with her about your onlyfans and its content but this would crush her. You swore to yourself that you wouldn't let her know about her father paying to see your explicit content, you felt so bad just thinking about how this could affect your friendship, and losing her was something you couldn't afford.

Once you finished getting dressed you grabbed all of your stuff and headed out the door, you got into your car and started it, as you waited for it to warm up you tried to think of a way to make this situation better. You knew it was probably best to leave it alone and pretend it didn't happen but something in you was dying to know just why he decided to subscribe to your account when there are thousands to choose from. Despite your better judgment, you couldn't handle the not knowing part and decided to go straight to the source, you pulled out of your driveway and set off to the Munson residence. Your heart raced as you got closer to the house, there was still a possibility that it wasn't even him and if it wasn't then this already awkward situation would become even worse.

Your hands start to sweat as you grip the steering wheel tightly, you're so anxious about what will come of this, whatever it is can't be good. You pull into the Munson's driveway and shut off the engine, you stare at the front door through the windshield for what feels like an eternity before unbuckling your seat belt and stepping out of your car. You take a deep breath and rehearse what you're going to say to him in your head as you walk up the pavement that leads to the door, you raise a shake hand to the polished wood and knock three times.

Eddie was in the kitchen sipping his morning coffee when he heard the knock, he wondered who could be popping in so early, he let out a sigh as he sets him mug down and heads to the front door. You hear the click of the lock being turned before it was opened revealing the man you were looking for. When he saw you his heart immediately fell to his stomach and images of the night before rushed to the front of his mind, he thought he was dreaming because you were the last person he expected to see this morning.

He quickly composes himself and speaks as nonchalantly as possible "Oh uh hey, Y/N, what are you doing here? She left for class an hour ago-"

You take in his appearance, he definitely had just rolled out of bed because he was still in his pajamas and his hair was a bit messy. His smile lines were deep, showing his older age and years of laughter and joy he must've experienced, you could tell he also hadn't shaved in a few days by the salt and pepper stubble on his face. He wasn't an ugly man by any means, in fact, you'd known him to have a few girlfriends over the couple of years you'd known him. His daughter told you he never wanted to get married because being held down to one person just wasn't his style, you never said anything about it but often wondered if he was very lonely.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Munson, I'm not here for her," you start and immediately feel your mouth become dry with nerves as you realize what you're about to accuse him of. "I need to talk to you."

Shit, she knows he thought to himself, he knew he would get caught at some point but not this soon, he nods slightly and steps to the side allowing you access to his home "Please, come in." The tension in the air was so thick you could almost grab it with your hands, you walk into the door and step into the medium-sized living room that was furnished with a couch, recliner, and a flatscreen mounted to the wall. You walked over and took a seat on the suede sofa and he follows behind you taking a seat next to you but keeping a respectable distance. You could hear your heart beating as you fidget with your fingers working up the courage to speak up "So, Mr. Munson-"

"Please, call me Eddie" he cuts you off

You look up at him, his big brown eyes staring back into yours, "Eddie... do you know what I do for work?" You ask him while trying to find any sign of discomfort in his expression

fuck. "You work in retail don't you?" He replies referring to your normal day job

You sigh softly, he's gonna make you say it, "Well, yes I do but-" you pause and look down at your hands, you couldn't look at him when you said this "But... I also do onlyfans."

"Oh" he blurts out, he didn't expect you to be so straightforward about it "I- I've heard about that before... I didn't know you did that sorta thing." He lied through his teeth, his palms started to sweat and he awkwardly wiped them on his pajama pants.

You look up at him and see the blush in his cheeks had become more prominent, you tried so hard to not show your emotions on your face as he lied straight to your face but you couldn't help but grimace "Right." You say flatly "Well this is awkward but... I know you subscribed to my page" You said it. You actually said it. The words hung in the air for a moment before he spoke

"What? I wouldn't do-" he starts to protest but you cut him off

"Please, don't lie to me. It'll just make things worse"

You can see the gears turning in his head as he debates on coming clean, he knows it's the right thing to do but fuck, it was so difficult.

He sighs, he had been caught. "Okay, yes I did subscribe but I- I can explain" he knew he couldn't but he was gonna try his best. "You see, I went on the website and I was looking at all the different models and uh, I subscribed to a page and didn't realize it was you till afterwards" he didn't sound too convinced himself and by the look on your face he knew you weren't buying it. He swallows the spit that was starting to fill his mouth "I'm sorry... I hope you can forgive me"

"Look I don't want to pry into your personal life or anything but I really can't have you looking at my pictures...what if she finds out?"

Something about the mention of his daughter puts him in defense mode, he straightens his posture slightly and speaks in a lower deep voice "What I do in my private time has nothing to do with my daughter. It's none of her business."

You're taken aback by his shortness with you, you've never seen this side of him before "Are you serious? If she finds out about this it would crush her, I'm not gonna have you ruin my friendship just because you're a pervert." You realize what you just said but it was too late, you didn't mean it, well you didn't mean to say it out loud. There were just so many emotions running through you, you couldn't stop yourself.

He scoffs "Excuse me? Young lady I'm no pervert," he crosses his arms in front of his broad chest "I'm not the one selling naked pictures online."

Your mouth drops open slightly, you couldn't believe what he just said to you, but you weren't going to hold back now. "Oh, I bet you didn't have a problem with it when you were getting off to me last night" Your tone was full of sass and was also slightly raised, he was starting to piss you off with his lack of concern so you decided to test him "what if I told her, huh? What if I spilled your dirty little secret?"

His heart sunk, and his anger level began rising at your proposal, he wouldn't let you do that to him...his daughter means everything to him and he wasn't going to let one mistake ruin their relationship. "Don't fucking threaten me, I told you she doesn't need to know anything. I don't need a little slut like you trying to ruin my life, now if you will, get out of my house." He stands up abruptly and grabs you by the arm pulling you up and dragging you towards the door. You try to pull your arm away from his grasp but he doesn't let you go, you plant your feet as best as you can on the linoleum making it harder for him to pull you.

"I'm not going anywhere, we're not done talking about this" you protest

"Well I am." He says with finality "Matter fact, I don't want you to hang around my daughter anymore, clearly, you aren't the sweet innocent girl I thought you were."

This angered you, he had no right to dictate who you could be friends with, his daughter is an adult and he's acting like you're going to corrupt his precious Angel. Before you could think you brought your hand up to slap him but he caught you by the wrist and pulled you into his chest, he looked down at you, rage filling his eyes as he whispered harshly "Don't you dare." Your knees almost gave out on you by the sheer force of his movement, you were so close to his face you could smell the coffee that lingered on his breath. This awoke something in you, something that you knew would bring you nothing but trouble, but oh, would it be worth it. Your eyes flicker down to his lips then back to his eyes before slowly leaning in, Eddie stands still and doesn't move a muscle as he watches you lean in. You gently brush your lips against his, giving him an out in case he didn't want this but he doesn't put up any resistance, you connect your lips together in what starts as a soft kiss but quickly escalates.

His hands grip your waist tightly as he slides his tongue into your mouth, he slowly guides you back to the couch and lays you down before climbing on top of you. You knew this was wrong, he's your best friend's father for Christ's sake, but you knew you couldn't stop this from happening...you needed it to happen. He slips off your shoes leaving you in your socks, you moan softly into the kiss as you feel his hands unbuttoning your pants, the thought of him seeing you naked made you wet, he pulls down your pants and your panties at the same time exposing your lower half. He breaks away from the kiss and sits up a little, he grabs your legs and spreads them apart. "Fuck," he mutters as he takes in the sight of your glistening pussy "It's even better than the photos."

He dips his head between your thighs and begins to feast on your sensitive flesh, you let out a moan as his tongue flicks your clit softly, the prickling of his stubble against your skin sends a shiver down your spine as the pleasure builds within you. "Oh god," you say breathlessly as you feel your orgasm coming, his hands tighten their grip on your thighs and he looks deep into your eyes as he continues his relentless assault on your folds. Your fingers tangle in his hair and you gently rub yourself against his tongue as you go over the edge, your body trembles beneath his touch, and your pitiful whimpers fill the living room as you ride out your high. When he feels you've had enough he comes up for air, he takes a few breaths before attaching his lips to yours once again.

Your taste on his lips is intoxicating, the severity of this entire situation has heightened all of your senses making all of this even more pleasurable for you, you would regret this for the rest of your life but who cares right now? You're about to get fucked. Eddie pulled down his pajama pants revealing his hard, throbbing cock, he strokes it a few times before whispering huskily against your mouth "Get on all fours." You nod and flip over, you rest your forearms on the arm of the couch and arch your back to give him better access, he grabs hold of your hip with one hand and uses the other to guide his dick to your entrance.

He slowly slips himself into your tight hole, you let out a shaky gasp as his thickness stretches you out, he groans as he slowly starts to buck his hips "So fucking tight, baby" he picks up speed slowly before giving it his all, you can't hold back anything as he fucks you hard, all of your moans and whines fly from your mouth without a care. Eddie wraps his fingers around your hair and yanks you back to him making you arch your back even more as you turn your head to look at him. "How's this cock feel?" You could hear all of his lust for you in those words over the sound of slapping skin" Better than that fucking toy huh?" He asks rhetorically before releasing your hair and pounding into you even harder.

As you feel all of your limbs shake as he pleasure you, you hear him say all sorts of dirty things out loud like "Should post this for your fans" and "You take cock so well", you don't have the will to reply because your brain can't form any coherent thoughts. Your heart was racing a mile a minute after your third orgasm, Eddie's groans became louder and his breathing much heavier as he was about to cum, "s-shit" he stuttered out, his hips bucking hard against your ass as he unleashed his seed into you. He loosens his grip on your hips and slowly pulls out of you leaving a trail of his cum to drip on the couch, he slumps back onto the couch and pants hard, he wipes some sweat off his forehead before looking over at you as you flip back over.

It was like he came back to his senses immediately after he came, his eyes widened before he buried his face into his hands "fuck- what have I done?" you could hear his muffled voice cry out, he fucked up big time and there's nothing to do to change it. He sighs and looks up but he averts your gaze, "Not a word about this to anyone, agreed?"

You swallow hard before nodding, "Agreed." You felt terrible about what just happened. "I- I'm sorry about this." You apologize weakly

"Don't be," his voice was calming but still raspy from the sex "It's not all your fault. We'll pretend this never happened."

You reach for your pants and try to put them on as quickly as possible, fuck you think as you remember you have work and you're now an hour late, "I've gotta get going" you say as you stand up and quickly button up your pants and slip on your shoes and stand up, you look down at him laid out on the couch. "I'll see you later?"

He looks up at you, clearly debating what to say, he sighs before saying, "Yeah, see you later."

You give him a final nod before quickly walking towards the door.

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thedensworld · 7 months

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Mind Date | H.Js

Pairing: Joshua x Reader

Genre: suggestive, fluff

Words Count: 900

Summary: Joshua has the power of mind control, enabling him to get anything he wants by influencing people's minds. Suddenly, he meets you, someone he can't control at all.

Joshua stepped into the entrance with confidence. The restaurant waitress welcomed him and immediately guided him to his table. They informed him that the other person hadn't arrived yet, to which Joshua responded with a hum and a nod. As Joshua sat at the table, he stared at the waitress, sending her a signal to leave him alone.

"Please let me know if you're ready to order," said the waitress before leaving Joshua alone. Joshua looked at his watch; 7 minutes had passed since the meeting was scheduled, which said a lot about the woman he was about to meet.

Joshua was no stranger to blind dates. Honestly speaking, his beloved mother had arranged hundreds of blind dates for him. No, it was liberating. Joshua might have attended ten dates by this year, and it hadn't even hit July yet. The women's backgrounds were also varied, and he didn't understand how his mother had met or found them. Joshua still remembered the last woman he met, a lovely woman who worked as a model. Nothing was wrong with her; it's just that Joshua never found any of them interesting enough, and he wasn't ready to be in a relationship. So it was part of his strategy to send a signal for them to reject him. It was his strategy for everyone he met through blind dates.

"Stop using your power on the girls, you're so mean, Josh," his mother once said when she realized it was odd for all of them to reject her son. Her son was a vice director of Hong Group, for heaven's sake; he's handsome, and she definitely raised him to be a gentleman.

Joshua chuckled, "then you should stop manipulating them," fully aware that his power came from her.

"Mr. Hong?" A woman approached him. He smiled and stood. It must be you, Park Y/n, the only daughter of Park Gicheol, a national politician. Joshua extended a handshake and let you sit across from him.

"Nice to finally meet you, Ms. Park. I've only seen you in internet articles. Congratulations on your exhibition," Joshua mentioned, presenting a little research he always did before his blind dates. You looked at him in the eyes before letting out a chuckle. Your eyes shifted to your watch.

"It's nice to know you did a little research. However, my work is just to sell them. All the masterpieces were made by the creators," you explained and gave him a smile and a nod.

Joshua tilted his head, "okay.." He paused and nodded, "you're welcome?" he said with an inquiring tone. Your brows raised, "thank you."

Joshua chuckled as he raised his hand to order. He smiled at the waitress, mentioning his order, then looked at you. 'Let's have you order a salad, and we can talk about that,' Joshua thought before he heard you say, "Make that two. What is your best wine?" You asked the waitress with grace. Joshua stared at you before the waitress finally left.

"At least I'll have a proper dinner tonight," you mumbled to him, giving him another smile that Joshua couldn't quite read the meaning of.

He cleared his throat, steering the conversation in a new direction, "So, how did you come to know my mother? She's eager to introduce us," he queried.

You nodded, "Ms. Hong is a regular in our gallery. She's a VIP, in fact," you divulged.

Joshua offered a nod of acknowledgment. He ventured further, "So, did you come here to formally fulfill a VIP's request?" He was convinced this would catch you off guard.

To his surprise, you responded with a soft chuckle, "You're not?" This unexpected rejoinder momentarily caught Joshua off guard.

Joshua let out a jittery laugh before slowly nodding his head, "have to do whatever people want me to do, right?"

You shrugged, "I don't know about you. But yes, some are like that." Before Joshua could respond to your words, the food arrived.

You began to savour the food and continue the talk. Joshua's mind began to wander. He contemplated trying a playful tactic, hoping to gently steer the conversation in a direction that might provide an easy way out for both of them. He decided to say something lighthearted that he could later use as an excuse when talking to his mother.

"So, tell me," Joshua said with a sly smile, "if you could have any superpower, what would it be?" He watched your reaction carefully, wondering if this playful question would lead the conversation to a different path.

However, to his surprise, you seemed unfazed by his attempt at redirection. Instead, you met his gaze with a knowing look in your eyes. It was clear you had caught on to his strategy. You responded with a playful tone of your own, "Well, Mr. Hong, I suppose I'd choose the power to see through clever tactics and witty excuses." You smirked, giving Joshua a sly grin.

Joshua couldn't help but chuckle at your response. He admired your perceptiveness and appreciated the fact that you didn't let his attempt at manipulation slide. It was refreshing to meet someone who could hold their own in a conversation.

Joshua found himself genuinely intrigued by your honesty and how deeply you involved yourself in the conversation. He listened intently as you described your work as an art curator, your passion for supporting artists, and the challenges you faced in the industry.

In turn, he shared insights about his position as the vice director of a major company, the responsibilities he held, and the innovative projects he was involved in. He was surprised at how easily the conversation flowed, finding common ground in their dedication to their respective professions.

As the evening progressed, the two of you continued to chat, your banter becoming more playful and genuine. It was evident that there was a mutual respect forming between you, based on your shared interests and the ability to navigate conversations with wit and honesty. As the evening came to a close, Joshua couldn't help but feel a sense of intrigue and curiosity about the woman sitting across from him. It was a blind date unlike any he had experienced before, and he found himself looking forward to the possibility of seeing you again.

"If you want to see me again, then let me pay for the dinner. You can pay the one later," you said as you sipped the wine in your glass.

Joshua laughed, "Alright, you read my mind," he jokingly stated. But you looked at him seriously, as if to convey that you were being zero jest.

Joshua's laughter faded as he met your serious gaze. He blinked, processing your words, and then a hint of realization dawned on him. The atmosphere shifted as he finally understood the whole situation.

"Maybe I do," you mumbled, confirming his suspicion.

"No way," Joshua responded, a mix of surprise and intrigue in his voice.

"I do, Joshua. And you need to stop trying to use that mind control power, on me." you stated firmly.

His eyes widened in genuine surprise. It was rare for someone to call him out so directly. He took a moment to absorb your words before offering a sincere nod. "Alright, fair enough. No more mind games, I promise."

"I'm going to be a grandma?!" Joshua's mother exclaimed, her joy palpable at the news that emerged after two years of your relationship. She eagerly began listing all the things she envisioned doing with you—pregnancy yoga, shopping for adorable baby clothes, engaging in deep parenting discussions. Joshua, however, couldn't help but roll his eyes, growing weary of his mother's dramatica agenda.

"Wait!" She suddenly halted, a spark of realization crossing her face. "Does that mean your children might inherit your power?" Her curiosity was piqued, having once experienced this with Joshua.

Joshua couldn't help but smirk. "Yeah. Just picture it, Mom—controlling and reading minds. My kids might turn out to be super villains in the future."

You simply shrugged, sharing a knowing glance with Joshua, before giving him a playful fist bump. "Yeah. Cool."

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goosefruit · 5 months

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5 times vanessa brought you flowers (drabble collection)

vanessa shelly x fem!reader

tw: none

a/n: i need her to show up at my door with a bouquet of flowers ples

Hydrangeas

The first time Vanessa showed up at your door with a bouquet of flowers was on the night of your first date.

She nervously shuffled her feet, wondering how you might react to her last-minute grocery store purchase. In her defense, she had just finished working a night shift mere hours before she had to start getting ready for tonight.

An arrangement of baby blue hydrangeas laid in her arms, with little white flowers filling the gaps.

Vanessa had stood in the flower section of the store for a good half hour as she tried to decide on the perfect offering for you. The obvious choice would be roses, but she was afraid of coming off too strong.

After all, she had only known you for a week, after dancing with you at a bar. Even then, there was a spark between the two of you that she had never felt before, and she knew that she would do anything to have this work out.

So she decided on something perhaps even more thoughtful than roses.

The hydrangeas had caught her eyes the moment she saw them. They were the same shade of blue as the sparkly aquamarine earrings you always wore (she knew because you were wearing them the night you met, as well as in most of your Instagram pictures). Something about the delicate hue reminded her of your soft smile and gentle eyes.

Those same blossoms of blue were seen in your favourite vase for months after, its petals dried and preserved.

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Wildflowers

For your one year anniversary, Vanessa had planned a picnic in a nearby meadow.

You sat under the warm May sun with your eyes closed, leaning against your girlfriend's shoulder. The occasional cool breeze tickled your skin as you basked in the sunlight, sighs of delight falling from your lips.

In every direction, fields of colour stretched on for miles. Flowers of all shapes and sizes were beginning to wake from their winter slumber, with many already in full bloom.

Groggily, you opened one eye to admire how wonderfully Vanessa’s blonde locks gleamed in the afternoon light.

“Hey honey,” she smiled when she noticed you staring. Giving you a peck on the forehead, she began to stand up. “I’ll be right back.”

You thought about following her, but were in way too comfortable of a position for your muscles to want to move. Instead, you laid back on the picnic mat and listened to the birdsong overhead.

Vanessa returned soon after, prancing towards you in her pretty pink sundress. She held out a brilliant bundle of wildflowers: reds, blues, oranges, and yellows amongst various shades of green. The stems were tied together with a blade of grass, assembled into a perfect little bouquet.

“For you, my beautiful girl.”

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Lilies of the Valley

This time, Vanessa had to ask the Internet for help.

You and her had been in rocky waters for the past week, arguing over trivial things such as who was going to do the dishes.

She knew that you were only matching her attitude, as she had been quite unfair in how she spoke to you lately. Really, she didn’t mean it—the long, stressful shifts at work had gotten the better of her, but instead of talking it out, she pent up those emotions until they overflowed.

Vanessa knew she had to do something to clean up the mess that she had created.

A Google search for apology gifts gave her a list of ideas, and she set out for the store while you were at work one day. It took her several tries before she found a florist that supplied what she was looking for.

The vase held a bunch of delicate little white flowers, each hanging off of thin green stems in rows. There must have been at least a hundred of them, every one perfectly bell-shaped.

She recalled that you had once stopped to admire a patch of these on a walk, which is why she recognized them almost immediately when they came up on her search. Apparently, they symbolized apology, amongst other things.

Knowing that she would already be at work by the time your shift ended, she left the flowers alongside a note on the dining table:

My dearest Y/N,

You are my world, but I haven’t been treating you like it lately. I’m sorry that I’ve been a terrible communicator, and for taking out all my stress on you. You didn’t deserve that.

I got you a little something here: Lilies of the valley. It has a pretty name, just like you.

I know it doesn’t make up for how I acted, but take it as a token of my love. Really sorry I can’t be home tonight; you know how my shifts are.

Maybe we can do something fun when I get back?

I’m going to do better from now on, my love <3

-Nessa

‎‎ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ°•. ✿ .•°

Roses

On Valentine’s Day, you received the sweetest, reddest roses.

Vanessa had taken a day off just to prepare for the occasion, taking it upon herself to decorate the entire apartment with candles and petals.

At her insistence, she picked you up from work, wearing a suit so nice it made you feel underdressed in your plain blouse and jeans. The look was completed by a rose between her teeth, one corner of her mouth lifted in a gentle smirk. You giggled at how ridiculous but sexy she looked.

She presented you with a bouquet she had hidden behind her back, a dozen more roses bound by lace and gold wrapping paper.

Each flower had been carefully handpicked by her, the process having taken her nearly half a day at the florist’s. She made sure to select only the most vibrant ones, with every petal intact, for her babygirl.

They smelled so good, it made your heart flutter. Of course, you knew that roses were known for their fragrance, but something about getting them from the love of your life made the sweet scent all the more mesmerizing.

To top it all off, the lace holding everything together had the same colour and pattern as that chic white lingerie set you knew she loved seeing you in.

You took a mental note to change into it before the evening’s fun.

‎‎ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ°•. ✿ .•°

Paper flowers

You were puzzled when Vanessa took an unusual interest in the crafts section of the dollar store.

Your girlfriend had never expressed herself as an artistic person, always leaving all the home decor DIY stuff to you. But now, she was buying stacks of coloured paper and disappearing to her office with them for hours at a time.

You had been reading on the couch one Sunday afternoon when you felt her hands cover your eyes from behind.

“Don’t peek! I have a surprise for you,” she whispered excitedly.

You nodded, keeping your eyes shut as she set something down on the table in front of you.

“Okay, now open your eyes!”

The product of her mystery project blew your mind beyond words.

In a tall glass vase, she had placed paper flowers of all different colours, each resembling different species with shocking accuracy. They were folded with such neatness that you immediately understood why it had taken Vanessa so long.

“I saw a video online, so I knew I had to make some for you,” she grinned cheekily. “The papercuts were all worth it.”

You grabbed her face and kissed her, all while a singular thought circulated through your mind: How many other hidden talents did this woman have?

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youunravelme · 1 year

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jealousy jealousy

author’s note: hi...remember that time i wrote 2 fics and then disappeared? yeah me neither. i promise i’m still here, just trying to figure out life and force myself to write rather than just consume. this is already way too personal for strangers on the internet...anyway, here’s wonderwall (aka the jack x figure skater fic that no one asked for, this takes place in the figure skater universe that i have not written yet).

(oh and if you’re wondering, andrew is your figure skating partner)

jack hughes x figure skater!reader

warnings: nhl violence, cursing

him

it’s not that he hated andrew, it was just he wished he was the only one leaving bruises on your thighs. or the only one who got to kiss your cheek. jack watched from the stands as you two glided across the ice. he’d come to appreciate figure skating in the months you’d been dating ever since you’d forced him to try some of the basics of your sport and he’d fallen on his ass more times than he could count.

so it didn’t bother him, going to your performances, and watching you skate. he just hated how in love you looked when you gazed at andrew. or the way your legs would wrap around his head when just the night before--

he was getting ahead of himself.

at the end of the performance, when your smile was wider than the equator, an older woman to his left said, quite loudly if you asked him, to her friend. “i’m so glad they kept skating together after the break up, it would’ve been a shame to lose such chemistry.”

i’m sorry.

what?

to say he was pissed when he saw you was an understatement. andrew’s arm around your waist just added fuel to the fire simmering in his chest. it made him want to throw away the bouquet of tulips he got you.

“what’d ya think?” you asked him with the biggest smile on your face, the silver medal dangling from your neck.

“you did great,” he stated, handing the flowers off to you. “can i talk to you?” he glanced at andrew and then the hand that still had not removed itself from your waist. “alone?”

you furrowed your brows but nodded anyway. you squeezed andrew’s arm and mumbled a thank you with a bright smile before following jack into a secluded part of the rink.

“what’s up, baby?”

“were you ever planning on telling me you dated andrew? or were you gonna just keep me in the dark about that?” your face dropped. guess he got his answer. “right. i’ll see you later.” jack moved around you, but your hand grabbed his arm gently.

“jack please, listen i didn’t think it was a big deal--”

“you didn’t think it was important for me to know that the person you spend the most time with, aside from me, is your ex?”

“you didn’t disclose all your exes either!”

“i’m not shoving my crotch in my ex’s face every day, nor am i making goo goo eyes at them for the entire world to see!” you didn’t say anything to that, so he took it as his cue to leave. “you did great tonight,” he said. “but i got to get home. i have a game tomorrow to prepare for.”

he walked away from you, and didn’t bother turning back, not even when andrew passed him and presumably went to your comfort. he didn’t get to see you reject andrew’s hug in favor of pressing the tulips closer to your chest.

when he got home, jack immediately called quinn. “do you have time to talk?”

“would you care if i said no?”

jack paused. “no. look this is an emergency.”

“shoot.”

“so you know the figure skater i’ve been dating?”

quinn hummed. “nice girl.”

“and you know how she has a male partner that she performs with, right?” quinn hummed again. “well apparently they used to date for like two years.”

“she told you that?”

“no, i found out through some random lady’s comment at her performance today. and then i got on the internet and well, i found out they dated for two years.”

“oh.”

“yeah, ‘oh’ is right. i mean why would she keep something like this from me? i’ve been honest, i’ve been working on myself because i thought i was crazy for thinking they had feelings for each other but they used to and hey, maybe they still do--”

“jack, you’re getting ahead of yourself. she’s with you, she likes you.”

“but what if he likes her? they spend all their time together, how am i gonna compete with that?”

quinn sighed into the receiver. “look, i’m by no means saying she should’ve kept this from you, because that’s a shitty thing to do. but as far as i can see? there’s no competition. you’ve already won. you got the girl, okay? he didn’t.”

jack wanted to agree, that at the end of the day, they chose each other. but he still couldn’t get over the thought of andrew’s hands and where they’ve been.

you

okay so you fucked up.

big time.

to be honest, you completely forgot about your past with andrew, seeing as most of it was overshadowed by over a decade of close friendship. but seeing the betrayal on jack’s face made everything ten times worse.

which is why you hesitated on going to his game that night only because you couldn’t decide if not showing up would make things worse or better. you came with andrew, which in hindsight was not the best decision you could’ve ever made, but when the new jersey devils asked you and your partner do to the ceremonial puck drop, your agent made it clear saying no would be a bad idea.

so you texted jack to give him a heads up that the both of you would be there and dropping the puck on orders of your agent but that you would still be watching the game afterward if he wanted you there.

he didn’t reply.

a knock on your door alerted you to andrew’s presence. so you scooped up your purse and put your platform high tops on before grabbing your keys and heading out.

“still nothing?” andrew asked. you shook your head. “do you think he’s being a little dramatic? i mean, he never shared all his exploits with his exes--”

“but he didn’t date a teammate, andrew.” you cut him off. “look, i get you’re trying to be supportive, but i’m in the wrong here.” andrew followed you down the stairs and out to his car.

“would it help if i told him i’m gay?”

“you mean would lying help? absolutely not.” andrew unlocked his car and you both hopped in. “do you need directions?”

andrew laughed. “i think i know where prudential is.”

you held up your hands and looked out the window as you tried to think of ways to somehow make the situation better.

or rather, keep from making it worse.

by the time you arrived at the arena, you were a basket case of nerves, suddenly second guessing every decision you made up to this point. “should i have just worn a t-shirt like you instead of his jersey? i’m wondering if i’m overstepping here.”

“look, there are few things that men love more than seeing their significant others in their clothes.”

“but does that rule apply to when you’re arguing?”

“it could!” andrew stopped you in your tracks, right before entering the arena, with his hands on your shoulders. “look, it’ll be okay. after tonight, if you only wanna hang out when we have practice until it all settles down, that’s fine by me.”

you looked at andrew and then back at the arena.

“okay.”

him

“hughesy, is there a reason your girlfriend asked me who is doing the puck drop?” nico asked him once jack walked into the locker room.

“she texted me earlier, i just haven’t replied. she’s doing it along with andrew,” he grumbled.

“trouble in paradise?”

“it’s a long story. and i don’t really want to talk about it,” he said as he pulled his gear on.

“you sure? might help to clear your head. if you’d like, you can do the puck drop if you want to see her--”

“--nope, i’m fine.” he sat down to put his skates on and stayed silent.

it wasn’t until they got onto the ice that jack started to calm down a little. the rink was his home, a place he could let go. he wasn’t worried about the problems in your relationship at the moment, not when he was playing one of the devils’ biggest rivals: the philadelphia flyers.

the team took a break from the warm ups to have the carpets rolled out for you and andrew. he couldn’t even look at you as you walked out, the announcer sharing all the accomplishments you share with andrew.

he stood to the side, ignoring the jabs from his teammates at the sight of you smiling and laughing. the thought alone had him consider forgiving you, until he glanced up right as andrew nudged you and the jealousy came back with a fiery vengeance.

it only got worse when he saw nico give you a bear hug and in return you gave him an award winning smile.

honestly.

were you not even torn up about the situation you were in?

you

god, even looking at him hurt.

he didn’t even do you the courtesy of making eye contact, you would know, your eyes had only left his figure to smile at cameras or greet nico or the flyers’ alternate captain. maybe, if jack decided he actually wanted to be with you still, you could ask him who the hell that guy was.

when you and andrew turned around, he held the puck out for you. “you want it?” he asked.

you shook your head. “i’d rather have one that jack gave me, than remember the night he ignored me the entire time.”

him

was that his jersey you were wearing?

honestly he spent so much time trying not to look at you that the 86 on your sleeve didn’t pop out at him until you turned around and his teammates started catcalling at the sight of his last name on your back.

“that your girl, hughes? or just a fan?” mercer teased.

“shut up,” jack grumbled, but the heat in his cheeks was telling enough. he watched as you made your way back to the stands before he had to focus on getting his mind ready for the game, and much of that included forgetting what happened the day prior.

which he would love nothing more than to do.

you

“is this your first game wearing his jersey?” andrew asked as you took your seats.

you nodded, nervously wringing your hands as you watched him sit on the bench cheering on his teammates. there was no reason for you to be that nervous, but you couldn’t help but feel antsy anyway.

“hey,” andrew started. “what’s wrong?”

“i don’t know, maybe i’m still upset at myself? or scared he’ll break things off with me?”

your partner laughed. “that boy is too in love with you to break up after one incident. besides, you didn’t cheat you just--”

“forgot to tell him a key piece of information.”

“look, it’s not like you kept it from him maliciously. and given time, he’ll understand that.”

“i guess you’re--” you cut yourself off when jack got on the ice, your nerves shooting up tenfold. you watched him like a hawk, even if he didn’t have the puck.

hell, you weren’t even sure if andrew was talking to you because of how dialed in you were.

you didn’t move, you weren’t even sure you were breathing, until he scored, not even two minutes into being on the ice. you jumped from your seat and screamed, probably looking like a maniac or a fangirl.

you would consider yourself both at that point.

you watched as his teammates came up to hug him and slap his helmet. he spared a glance in your direction, giving you enough time to smile and give him a little wave. you fully expected him to ignore you like he’d done all night, but when his hand lifted up and waved back, you were on cloud nine.

the game started back up again and so did your excitement.

until jack was slammed against the boards across the rink from you. if it weren’t for andrew’s hand holding your forearm in your seat, you would’ve jumped and yelled at the refs to do something.

“that’s not fair!” you shouted.

“it’s hockey,” andrew said like that was explanation enough.

“and? he just body checked him! jack is like 115 pounds soaking wet and that man--”

“--farabee--”

“--has like fifty pounds on him!”

“he actually doesn’t.” you whipped your head at andrew, ready to yell at him. “look, jack is fine. that’s why they wear pads. it’d be concerning if he was wearing a leotard like you and getting bodychecked, okay? this is the nature of the game.”

you crossed your arms. “i think it’s bullshit.”

him

he really hated farabee. and maybe hate was a strong word, but it felt like every two seconds he was getting checked into the boards which would’ve been fine if you weren’t there to see it happen.

“c’mon hughes, this is getting embarrassing.” was farabee’s latest quip of the night. and while he was no stranger to trash talk, something about the glint in farabee’s eyes was getting under jack’s skin. “that your girl right there?” he pointed to you while your brows were furrowed and head tilted. it would’ve been cute had farabee’s sudden interest in you not sent a cold chill down jack’s spine.

“shut up,” he grumbled before shoving his way past farabee in pursuit of the puck. but joel kept after him.

“she’s a looker, don’t ya think? how’d you manage to hit that?” jack’s fists clenched. “be honest, did you have to bribe her to go out with you? how much it cost? she looks like she’d be a good time--”

jack shoved him up against the boards. “shut the fuck up,” he all but growled before skating off.

keep your cool, jack. he’s just an asshole, you’ve dealt with assholes before.

he had the puck and was about to shoot before he was checked again, this time the wind being knocked from his lungs as joel stood over him. “go sit on the bench, hughes, while i go show your puck bunny a good time.”

that was it.

jack stood as quickly as he could and shucked his gloves off.

you

horror was the only word you could use to describe the feeling that came over you as jack threw the first punch. you’d seen many of his games, often going back and watching clips on youtube, and never once have you seen him fight.

until today.

you were on your feet, clutching andrew’s arm, your fingernails digging into his arm. “oh my god,” you breathed.

you weren’t sure your jaw could drop any more than it already was. jack’s helmet came off first, but the other guy, “farabee” according to andrew, hit the ground first. jack was yanked down a second later.

if you were strong enough to break the glass, you would’ve just to get to him. because the punches didn’t stop, there was red on the ice, and you weren’t sure who was bleeding.

you hoped it was the other guy.

the refs split them up pretty quickly after farabee hit the ground. jack got up with blood trickling from his nose and lip, but looked otherwise unharmed. you didn’t care enough to look at the other guy.

“and keep her name out your mouth,” jack yelled across the ice as a ref ushered him to the penalty box.

your brow furrowed. surely he wouldn’t be dumb enough to...

you glanced at andrew who looked just as flabbergasted. “was that over...?” you trailed off.

“you or his mom,” andrew shrugged. a beat passed. “told you that toothpick loves you.”

him

his head felt ready to explode. though he wasn’t sure if it was because of the blood pumping from his nose or the rage he felt just a few seconds ago. but as the metaphorical dust settled, he searched the crowd for you only to find your eyes already on him.

you okay? you mouthed.

he nodded and drew his attention back to the game. he couldn’t look at you too long before getting angry again, this time, not at you but at the reminder of what farabee had said about you.

you might scold him for it later, in fact, if he was a betting man, he would’ve put money on the fact that you would, but it didn’t matter to him. normal trash talk was fine but involving you? poking an already open wound?

but he didn’t have time to worry about it, he’d figure it out after the game when he could touch your skin and assure himself that you wouldn’t leave him for someone else.

the second he was released back into the game, he came back with a vengeance. the fight wasn’t enough, he was going to score as many points as he could to beat their asses into the ground.

he was going to do it.

you

there was no way jack was human. or at least, not a superhero of some kind. there had to be some higher power that possessed your boyfriend’s body because he was a very good hockey player?

but that night? he was next level.

by the end of the game, he’d scored 4 points alone, and assisted nico in the one other point made by someone who wasn’t him. when the final buzzer blew, the score was 5-2, with new jersey taking the win.

“your boyfriend is insane!” andrew yelled over the cheers.

you smiled. “i know.”

the both of you walked towards the locker rooms, flashing your lanyard at security to let you through.

“do you want me to wait for you?” andrew asked.

you shook your head. “i’ll get jack to take me home.”

“and if he doesn’t?”

“he will. especially when he finds out you left me.” andrew hugged you goodbye and departed towards the parking lot while you waited for jack to walk by. nico was first, smiling and hugging you quickly before heading back to the locker rooms. jack’s other teammates file out and wave, some stopping to give you a fist bump.

unsurprisingly because fate was funny like that, jack was one of the last to head your direction. part of you seized up with fear, wondering if he was still mad about andrew, but the smile he gave you relaxed your shoulders.

jack dropped his helmet and stick in favor of holding you close. he held you tighter than normal, an arm around your waist, a hand in your hair, his face in your neck.

“you okay?” you asked, trying to pull back to get a look at his face, but he only squeezed you tighter.

“i’m fine. just glad you’re here,” he mumbled into your neck. a beat passed before he pulled away and just stared at you. “did you drive here?”

you hesitated on telling him the truth, not wanting to ruin the moment but ultimately deciding lying would ruin things further. “i rode with andrew. he went home.” jack’s gaze darkened just a hair. “but i was hoping i could ride home with you.”

he nodded before leaning in to kiss you, pouting when you pulled out of reach. “baby--”

“your lip is split, hughes.”

“so?”

“i don’t wanna hurt you.”

“you’re hurting me now by not kissing me.” you sighed and gave in, your lips meeting his gently.

“there, you happy?”

“nope,” he said, leaning back in.

“easy there, cowboy,” you laughed into his lips and placed a hand on his chest. “you need to shower.” you wrinkled your nose as the smell hit you finally.

“you mean you don’t love me as i am?” he teased.

you froze. you had yet to say those words but he didn’t seem to notice before someone was calling him away. “go,” you pushed him lightly towards the locker room. “i’ll be here.”

he kissed you one last time before running down the hall with his things.

you patiently waited for the thirty or so minutes it took for jack to get ready and speak with his teammates. he came out freshly showered and smiling despite the split lip.

“you ready?” he asked.

“i was waiting on you,” you replied.

jack rolled his eyes but tossed his arm over your shoulder and pressed a kiss to the side of your head anyway. the both of you stayed silent until you got in the car.

“do you wanna tell me what the fight was about?”

jack’s hand paused over the keys in the ignition before he turned the car on and shifted gears into reverse. “it’s nothing.”

you rolled your eyes. “you mean to tell me you got a split lip over nothing? i thought you valued honesty.”

jack sighed and put the car into drive. “he was making comments about you and i couldn’t stand to listen to them anymore.”

“what did he say?”

jack’s jaw clenched, as did his hands on the steering wheel. “it doesn’t matter. it’s over with.”

“if it bothered you, it matters, jack.”

“i’m not comfortable repeating it,” he said. “it’s over now, let’s just go home.”

you paused. “your home or mine?”

he reached over the center console and held your hand. “mine, if that’s alright.”

you nodded, words failing you for a moment. the air still felt tense, though you weren’t sure if it was from the argument you had or the game itself.

but it was the lack of communication that got you here in the first place, so you spoke up. “are you still mad at me? because i don’t blame you if you are, i just thought i’d ask.”

jack was quiet for a moment, letting your words permeate the air. “not really, but i’m still confused as to why you didn’t tell me you’d dated andrew before.”

some deep-seated part of you wanted to shrug it off, but you knew you might view it as casual, he might take it as being flippant. “it was so long ago,” you started. “and when i look at him, i don’t see my ex, i just see my friend who’s grown up with me.”

he nodded, hand still clutching yours. “what do you see when you look at me?”

you swallowed down the fear building in your chest. you hadn’t said those three words yet, but maybe now was the time? andrew’s words kept repeating in your head. told you that toothpick is in love with you.

you breathed.

“i see the love of my life.”

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 1 month

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Filling the Gaps

Author's Note: the story ended around a year ago, but oddly enough there are certain parts of the internet where it hasn't died. Wattpad keeps things alive, and every time someone comments I get a notification. Often this results in me reading my old writing, and I have recently noticed this very annoying gap hat I completely glossed over.

The first time Adam admits his feelings for Sunny we never see the aftermath, and it ticked me off. He admits his feelings and then later they are dating, and a lot of stuff just goes missing in between. I know it was because I wasn't ready or comfortable enough with the subject to write it at the time, but tonight when I got all annoyed, I realized that it's still mine, and I can write whatever and whenever I want.

A lot of you have moved on, but if some of you found this annoying then I hope this helps fix it.

“Are we going to talk about it?”

“I don’t know if I can.”

“If we waited for you to be ready, we might never talk. I don’t want to grow old waiting for you to figure it out, Adam.”

Adam turned towards Sunny, away from the viewscreen, but paused halfway between. His head was down, and from the corner of his eye he could see a part of her body, blue carapace glittering like starlight in the late evening.

He couldn’t see her face.

“Okay, but not here, not where people could walk in.”

He was stalling. His heart hammered in his head. His stomach twisted into knots like his guts had become snakes.

He turned away from her and headed towards the door. He could hear her walking behind him glad that she couldn’t see his face. Had he ever felt worse?

Yes.

That was an unfair question. He had felt worse, but he had never felt like this. There was some special kind of torture in social vulnerability — in confrontation. Adam knew what was coming, ever since their duel in the cargo hold, this inevitability had hung over his head like a sword suspended on a wire.

He had admitted to his feelings for her, admitted them to himself.

And then he ran away.

But even the universe, and a space dragon, could not patch up the cracks in this leaking dam, could not shove the words back in his mouth.

The walk to his rooms were too short despite the size of the ship, and before he knew it he was stepping into a familiar, safe darkness. As the door slid open, soft blue light bloomed from the strip lighting on the floor bathing his personal effects in cool ambience. As the door hissed shut behind him; he immediately regretted coming here.

He had brought her back to his space, to where he slept.

It felt intimate, too intimate.

Unsafe.

As if he was opening the walls of his mind and letting her peer inside.

They were alone now.

He heard her move behind him, and chose to walk over to the window, hands clasped behind his back as he stared out into the nebulae. Nothing could be heard here but for the distant thrumming of the engines.

He didn’t want her to see how nervous he was, how sick he felt, but he knew she could.

His hands trembled.

It felt like embarrassment but somehow much worse. There was anticipation there too, the kind he didn’t want to admit to.

A part of him was excited for this, hoped that something would happen, hoped that this would go the exact place the rest of him hoped it wouldn’t. Even as he stared into the star field, he could feel his own walls dissolving. Thoughts and feelings he had carefully packed away were now impossible to ignore. Hiding behind the appearance of the space dragon was only a temporary fix and now there would be a reckoning.

“Adam.”

Her voice was low and smooth. He had picked that voice for her, a long time ago when she had first been granted the translation equipment, but he could still feel her real voice underneath: a gentle hum that sent vibrations through his ears, morphing to a shiver that traveled down the sides of his neck. He closed his eyes feeling as his body broke out into a nervous sweat despite the ideal temperature of the room.

“Are you feeling okay?”

He laughed, and even to him it sounded nervous, lurching upwards from his throat in awkward sputters, “No.”

He heard her take a seat on the edge of the bed, listened to the blankets shifting as they brushed over each other.

In his mind he could see her poised at its edge. He could imagine the light as it fell over her body. The entire image was penned into his head in such exquisite detail he didn’t need to look at her.

“So, are we going to talk about this?” She said, She sounded so calm, and he wondered how she was doing it. He felt so small all of a sudden, a child compared to her and he didn’t know how to take the sensation back.

“Then talk.” His voice felt tight.

“I’m not the one who needs convincing.”

He closed his eyes. “What do you want me to say?”

“I want us to talk about what is going to happen moving forward. I need to know where this goes.”

His hands continued to shake. “I don’t know. . .I’ve never. . . I don’t know if I can.”

“Why don’t you start with telling the truth. I think we both need to hear it.”

He paced two steps to the right and then two steps to the left, “Why, you already know.”

“You’re not exactly convincing.”

He laughed again, another nervous laugh and turned away from the window, still refusing to look at her. His feet carried him back and forth over the floor in short, quick steps. The walls spun past him. Every time he turned he caught sight of her out of the corner of his eye and his heart picked up in pace.

“Maybe I don’t want to be convincing.” It felt like a hand around his throat.

“Why not?”

He threw up his hands. “Because!” His voice cracked. No, not now, not like this.

His eyes stung and his face grew hot and he turned his head to the ceiling.

“Adam. . .”

He squeezed his eyes shut. Every time she said his name it was like being branded, each time a new wave of heat washing through his body.

“Why can’t you say it?”

“Because I’m not supposed to feel like this!” He couldn't stop it, the words tumbled from his lips, and even he could hear his voice shaking. He kept his face pointed up and away.. He wished he could sink through the floor. He wished the window would open up and suck him into space.

He looked at the door.

Could he run again?

He heard her shift behind him, knew she could tell what he was thinking. She always knew.

His cheeks flamed with heat.

“I don’t understand, why can’t you feel like this?”

His hands dropped from behind his back and he turned down to look at them, anything to avoid looking at her. Suddenly he felt distant, detached from his body as he stared at his hands. He never expected this would happen, but now here it was, and somehow he was having trouble comprehending that fact.

“You’ve always supported LFIL, so I don’t understand. Do you find them disgusting? Is that why?”

He took another deep, shaky breath and turned his eyes back to the ceiling, “No! I didn’t say that. Of course I support them , but that. . . for other people, not for me.”

“I don’t get it.” her voice was calm, but he knew her enough to know the undertone of frustration there. Not at him but at his words for not making sense.

He breathed in, but it wasn’t smooth, it stuttered and stammered like his voice, “I know it doesn’t make sense, I know it’s stupid, I know, but it's okay for other people to do it, I support them in what they are doing, but when it comes to me. “I” can’t do it. They are allowed to do it but I am not because if I do it, it would be wrong.”

His voice choked.

His heart clenched.

How must this make her feel? It's okay for other people, but my feelings about you make me feel disgusted. Is that what she would hear?

Would he drive her away, insult her?

Is that what he wanted?

To his surprise, she laughed and he could feel goosebumps erupt over his body at the noise.

“It’s not stupid. Nothing you think is stupid, not to me.”

He felt the emotion then, prickling behind his eyes and nose. He valiantly struggled to keep himself in check, and kept his face turned away from her.

He took a deep breath. “Admitting to this feels like. . . feels like admitting they’re right.”

“Who?”

He flung out a hand in an angry arching gesture trying to make up for the emotion with aggression, “Everyone, everyone since I was young. All of the people on the news who accuse me of it, all the people I grew up with calling me a freak, certain members of my family. If I admit to this they win and I prove them right and I. . .” He dashed a hand across his teeth, teeth gritted in frustration and embarrassment.

“So, let me get this straight. You don’t get to be happy because people you don’t care about would be right?”

He was pacing in circles now, so fast he was making himself dizzy, like he could replace one feeling with another.

“Adam.”

He walked past her.

“Adam.”

He went to go past her again, but that’s when her hand struck out, catching him by the wrist.

“Look at me.”

He didn’t want to. He kept his head turned to the side, but then she reached up a hand touching his cheek and turning him to face her. His skin felt hot, and her hand cool. His heart hammered in his chest. He met her eyes for the first time in days.

“How are you so calm. . .”

Her hand slid down his wrist, catching his hand. “Adam, All of my life I have been a disappointment and a freak and an embarrassment. I have been rejected time and time again, the object of hatred and mockery. I am an expert in handling how you feel right now.”

His chest ached, his tongue caught on itself. “I feel like I’ve missed my window for that. Everyone figured it out early and I. . . I thought I was supposed to be alone.”

“Oh no, it seems I get you all to myself. What a tragedy.”

“I don’t know what to do,” he whispered.

She tilted her head. ‘Well, neither do I, but it can’t be that hard. Idiots figure it out all the time.” her fingers slid between his, four fingers slotting perfectly into place. His hand felt numb. With another hand she pulled him closer.

He couldn’t ignore it now: the feeling rising in his stomach, the way his eyes were drawn to the curve of her cheek, the turn of her neck into her shoulder, the curve of her leg.

Her eyes.

“You know what we Drev do, instead of kissing?”

He shook his head afraid to speak. She pulled him even closer the outside of his leg brushing against the inside of hers. She leaned up and he bent his head down. Then their foreheads brushed against each other. Static erupted through his face and down his cheek. She pulled him to sit next to her, mattress sinking so his leg was pressed into hers. She turned her head, the corner of her mouth and face brushing against his cheek, and then his ear.

The static sensation rushed down the back of his neck and into his shoulder before stopping at his lower back.

His hands fluttered uselessly unsure of where to go and what to do.

His stomach writhed.

Her head dipped and she briefly brushed up against his jaw sending the static into his face and chin.

And then she let him go, pulling away.

He was left, unsteady body buzzing.

Sunny chuckled, “Hmm, interesting.”

“What?” He managed.

“You aren’t dead, didn’t dissolve into a puddle, the ship didn’t explode.” They weren’t touching anymore but he now wished they were. It was getting easier to admit that. “So, is this something you would like to move forward?”

He couldn’t find the words. His tongue still felt thick, whatever part of him which had been holding back still clinging to the tatters.

But where his tongue was tied his body was not.

He nodded.

It was only then did he see the tension leave her shoulders. She took a deep breath.

Had she been nervous too?

How had he missed it?

“Good. I had hoped you would say that."

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hischierswhore · 1 year

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drunk calls

pairing: Christian Pulisic x Reader

TW: mentions of alcohol // drinking // mentions of a breakup

Your break up with Christian, your boyfriend of 2 years, definitely took a toll on you. You isolated yourself from the outside world, preferring to stay in the comfort of your home, not wanting to risk being hurt again. You found yourself thinking about him, even after a month. In fact, you've only been able to think about him since the moment he walked out the front door of your apartment.

And that brings us here: you're sitting in bed, staring blankly at your laptop as your mind drifts back to when you last saw his gorgeous smile...and wondering how in the hell things got so screwed up between the two of you.

When did everything go wrong? How could it be possible for you and the love of your life to become nothing more than strangers after everything you'd been through together?

As you think, the clock ticks away over on the wall, reminding you that it is now almost 2 am. What was supposed to have been an easy evening at home with just a little bit of internet browsing turned into hours spent dwelling on what went wrong between the pair of you.

"Y/n, I'm telling you. You need to go out and stop torturing yourself" your friend Sadie says in exasperation as she sits down beside you on your sofa.

"I know it hurts, but you can't live like this forever" For a moment, you let out a pitiful groan, burying your head in your hands, causing your friend to put her arm around you, giving you a comforting hug.

"It just doesn't make any sense. We loved each other" You say as you lift your head to stare directly at your closest confidant, needing to see her face for some sort of reassurance.

"I know you loved him, but he broke your heart, Y/n. There's no going back from that" She replies with her own personal version of sympathy, leaning in closer to whisper in your ear.

"How about we go out tonight?" She suggests quietly, resting her chin upon your shoulder. Her suggestion makes sense; you don't want to sit alone at home while you replay the whole situation again and again in your head.

"We can find a club, get drunk, dance all night long..." She starts, but you don't let her finish her sentence before you're nodding your head in agreement. The very thought of doing something as pointless as drinking until you feel numb seems strangely appealing right now.

"Great idea, come on, lets go!" You both stand up from your seats, making your way to your bedroom to get dressed.

As you and Sadie entered the club, you both made a beeline for the bar. Tonight would be a good night to start getting drunk. If you were honest with yourself, you just wanted to forget all about Christian and drown your sorrows in alcohol.

At least, that's what you hoped.

You took your first sip of a dark red wine, savouring the taste and feeling it run smoothly down your throat, before taking another sip. Sadie drank two glasses of wine before calling it a night, stating that she was the designated driver for the pair of you. You, on the other hand, decided to push the envelope a little more, ordering 2 more drinks at the bar, downing them almost immediately.

You couldn't remember the last time you felt this free, having gotten completely hammered on just 3 drinks. At times, the lights seemed to turn on their side, spinning dizzyingly as they circled the room, accompanied by flashing colors of purple, orange and green.

The rest of the night was a blur. You vaguely remember Sadie telling you that she was leaving to go hookup with some dude she met at the bar, abandoning you at the club, drunk and alone.

After another hour, you decided you wanted to leave, so you turned on your phone and scrolled through your contacts and tapped on the one you were most used to calling.

Christian.

"Pick up pick up pick up" You drunkenly mumbled to yourself.

"Y/n???"

"Oh my god, heyyyy. Your voice is like, really hot right now"

"Y/n... you sound drunk...where are you?"

"What do you mean where am I? I'm at a club with Sadie. Duh." You mumbled, before taking a deep breath.

"Well, Sadie left to go get some, but I'm still here. You know, enjoying the vibes" Your speech was slurring as you spoke.

"Y/n, I know you're probably drunk off your ass right now, but please stay right where you are. I'm coming to get you" You sat in silence for a few seconds before realizing he had actually hung up.

Less than 5 minutes later, Christian had arrived at the club. He only knew which club you were at because that was the only club you liked going to. He jumped out of his car and raced inside to find you. As he cut through the crowds, he saw you sitting on one of the leather couches. He let out a breath of relief as he approached you.

"Hey sweetheart" His warm voice pulled you from your thoughts of the different colors you saw floating throughout the club. It felt as though you had sobered up almost instantaneously just by hearing his voice.

He pulled you up gently, placing his hands under your armpits and supporting your weight against his chest, carrying you out of the building. As he stepped outside onto the sidewalk, he placed you into the passenger seat. He sat behind the wheel of the car, glancing over at you before beginning his drive.

"Drink this. It'll help" He handed you a bottle of water to help you sober up.

"So what exactly were you doing at a club with Sadie?" He cleared his throat before speaking, leaning forward slightly in his seat to gaze through the windshield.

"Trying to forget" you replied honestly, keeping your eyes focused ahead of you while slowly drinking the water bottle. Christian quickly glanced at you as you answered.

"What were you trying to forget about?" He questioned.

"That's a stupid question" You retorted dryly before you looked at him, unable to read his expression due to your current state.

"You... and us..." You whispered, feeling sorry for yourself. A frown appeared on Christian's lips as he listened to your confession.

"Why did you want to forget about us?"

"Because it hurts too much to think about what we had and then it all suddenly got taken away from me" You buried your head deeper into your lap, wishing you hadn't spoken up. He inhaled deeply through his nose, letting out a shaky exhale before speaking again.

"I don't know why I did it" He added. He heard you sniffle loudly, so he reached over to squeeze your hand reassuringly.

"I know you may hate me, but I do love you. I don't want you to feel like it was anything you did. It was all my fault" He continued softly.

"You don't need to carry around guilt for things that weren't your fault. Don't punish yourself for my stupidity" You nodded, gazing out of the window instead of looking at him. He sighed, rolling his shoulders as he kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead. You had never been so close to tears.

"I hope you know that I don't hate you" You finally found yourself speaking up, your voice shakier than ever. Christian turned his head to face you.

"I couldn't possibly hate you, Chris. I love you too much to do that" You whispered before turning to meet his eyes. He smiled sadly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you towards him.

Once he had driven to your house, he helped guide you out of the car and up to your front door. You handed him the key, allowing Christian to turn the lock and open the door before guiding you inside. He led you upstairs, opening your bedroom door and leading you to your bed.

"I'll go grab you some make-up wipes. You just uh... stay here and get changed into something comfy" He whispered as he disappeared into your bathroom.

While he was gone, you took advantage of the opportunity and changed into a pair of sweatpants and a random hoodie. Moments later, Christian walks back in with a pack of wipes in hand. He freezes as the sight of you.

"Is that my hoodie?" His question causes you to look down and take a look at what you were wearing. It was indeed his hoodie.

"Oh, yeah I guess it is. Do you want it back-" You asked but were cut off mid-sentence.

"No, keep it. It looks better on you anyways" He gave you a soft smile before removing one makeup wipe from the package and wiping it across your face.

"Thank you" You murmured as you watched him put away the unused ones. An awkward tension filled the room as you both sat in silence.

"Did you really mean it? When you said you still love me?" You questioned the man in front of you.

"I wouldn't lie about that, Y/n. I don't think I'll ever love anyone as much as I love you. Even though I'm an absolute idiot, I want to make us work" He admitted.

"Then how about we give it another try?" You stated firmly.

"I'd really like that" He smiled at you, before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he made his way to the exit.

"Chris" You shouted in attempt to grab his attention. He turned around at the mention of his name.

"Stay with me, please" You gave him a look and he knew he wouldn't be able to say no to you. Having already been in a pair of sweatpants, Christian slid into bed next to you, initially keeping himself at a far enough distance to not make you uncomfortable, but you pulled him closer to you anyways.

You laid in his arms as you began to feel yourself fall into a deep slumber, his hands slowly rubbing your back.

"I love you, princess" was all that could be heard as you were finally fell asleep in Christian's arms once again.

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infernalodie · 2 years

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𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 || 𝐘𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐚

“𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 '𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 '𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘺“

Inspo: Måneskin - For Your Love

Pairing: Rocker!Yelena Belova x Fem!reader

Summary: Yelena takes an immediate liking from onstage and decides to give you a one on one experience.

Warnings: Slight dub-con, strap-on, degradation kink, body worshipping, praise kink, daddy kink, corruption kink, and dumbification.

Words 2272

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

Tonight was the night you had been waiting months for. Ever since the Thunderbolts announced their tour and that they would be coming through your town, so you had bought tickets for yourself and your friends. And finally, after months of waiting, the time had come and you were finally standing at the front of the crowd, waiting eagerly for the sight of any member of the Thunderbolts.

Some time ago, your friends left to go to the merch table and see what they were selling and then likely grab drinks. While you stood here alone, a beaming excited smile on your lips as you waited. Your body was practically vibrating from the pure excitement running through your body. All of it building up to the moment you would finally see Yelena. The lead singer of the Thunderbolts and your personal celebrity crush.

She had been one of the founding members of the Thunderbolts. She along with Baron, Walker, Starr, and Thunderbolt Ross. They had shot to the top of the charts across the world, even topping the Avengers in sales and overall fanbase. But before that, you fell in love with the small snippets of music Yelena had posted on her social media in the past. Some random pieces that she had been working on. Then she did a song with the Avengers and then from there, you’ve been a fan ever since.

But tonight, all of that was finally starting to mean something as the lights started fading out. The crowd around you started to scream, you along with them. The thought of your friends returning getting lost within the low hum of a guitar amp. Then came the low strum of the bass guitar, who you knew was Walker, as the stage lights began to sound. A red glow formed on the stage as you could start making out the figures located across the stage.

At the edge of the stage, you were greeted by Yelena who stared out at the ocean of people with a dark look in her eyes. The black mascara around her eyes gave off the aesthetic the bad strove towards. “I feel the heat up, uh, I feel the beat of drums. Call the police, I'll do it, they've stolen all my fun. I'm breaking free, but I'm stuck in a police car.”

Nights you spent watching their live performances or even scrolled past them on your Instagram, you never thought they would be this electric in person. How they just jumped across the stage like maniacs and Yelena stomped her feet to the beat of the song. It was all enthralling and exactly what you hoped for it to be.

What you hadn’t expected was for Yelena to look directly at you. You felt the air be knocked free from your lungs your screams came to halt. You could do nothing but stare up at the woman like she was some sort of goddess. And Yelena smiled down at you with something else in her eyes. You were too taken aback by the smile to even realize the extra implications of the action.

For a good chunk of the concert, you stood there dancing and singing the lyrics. Ever so occasionally, you met Yelena’s gaze, always getting a flash of that flirty smile you had seen all over the internet. It left your legs untrustworthy considering you were now on the receiving end of these smiles.

If things couldn’t have gotten any worse, your favourite song off their album was beginning to play and you could feel the butterflies rising in your stomach. That beautiful electric guitar filled the open air with the drums coming in quickly after.

“I wanna be the first girl you look at tonight.” Yelena’s haunting voice boomed from the speakers. But her eyes were still fixated on you. Freezing you to the ground as you stared up at her with awe. “I wanna be stuck in your head and make you go wild. I wanna drive you 'til the morning light and. I wanna leave you alone in the middle of the night. I wanna be a good man and see you smile.”

She crawled to the edge of the stage, sitting right in front of you. Her lips curved into a wicked smile as she moved her hand through the fans that sought her approval just as much as you. But she cupped your jaw softly and grinned. “And I wanna swim between your thighs. I wanna fuck you 'til you scream and cry. I wanna hold you in my arms tonight.”

Just as fast as her warm touch had graced your skin, it was gone with her moving across the stage singing. Only leaving you to stare at the woman with your mouth suddenly dry and a copious amount of heat radiating from between your legs.

And it carried on like that for the rest of the show until the Thunderbolts walked off stage with people starting to filter out of the venue. You constantly glanced back at the stage, hoping to catch Yelena’s gaze one more time. But you never saw her, so you followed the crowd of the venue.

But halfway out, a large tall man with a grizzly beard caught your arm. “Yelena wants to meet you.” The statement alone caused your heart to get caught in your throat with your lips parting to speak. But nothing came out.

So, you only nodded and allowed the man to escort you to the back. Walking down the rather plain hallways, taking short turns and soon you stood outside of what you guess was the lead singer's dressing room. The man knocked, pausing for a moment until Yelena’s voice could be heard on the other end saying, “Come in.”

The door slowly opened, your eyes wide finding the singer sitting on a couch with a cigarette heavy between her index and middle finger. Her eyes found yours and she smiled instantly. “Hello, doll,” she greeted. “Thanks, Bucky. That’ll be all.”

The man, Bucky, nodded before walking away, shutting the door behind you once you entered hesitantly. Cigarette smoke created a slight fog in the room but never made you keep your eyes off Yelena. There had been a time when you thought about what you would say to the woman. But now, you were lost for words now that you had been thrown into this sudden situation.

“Did you enjoy the show?” Yelena asked, freeing you from your inner panic as you swallowed the lump in your throat.

Providing a shy smile, you nodded. “It was amazing. I’d been dreaming to see you guys live,” you stated. “Thanks for making my year.”

Yelena grinned at that, dabbing the end of her cigarette in the ashtray. “I’m glad I could do so,” she said. “Probably the best show we’ve done in this last bit of the tour.”

“You guys are doing the world tour right after, right?” You wondered. “I can’t imagine what type of exhaustion you must feel. I would probably tap out after 5 shows.” You laughed softly, surprised to hear the woman laugh, nodding in agreement.

Her eyes were still focused on you, adoring the way you seemed to be relaxing in her presence. Most people would’ve been praising her and the others like they were gods. Not that she minded, but you were so calm and it honestly surprised her.

“Come have a seat.” The Russian patted the open spot on the couch, only heightening your nerves that you had done a good job hiding.

But you swallowed your fears and walked over. Sitting down next to the woman, who propped her arm on the back of the couch and faced you. A soft smile rested on her lips as you shifted in your seat, trying to not let on that you were currently screaming inside your head.

“You looked beautiful tonight.”

Yelena’s words had your eyes widening, mouth ajar as you stared at her. Unable to comprehend such a compliment from a beautiful woman, such as herself. Her white wife beater, showed off enough of her tattoos that were hidden under the leather jacket she wore. The leather pants flush with her supple thighs that you had shamelessly wondered what it would be like to be between. Then was the short blonde hair that looked incredible on her. You remember when she had her long hair before she chopped it. Both looked incredible on her, but you loved this new look.

It was all a little fantasy of yours. Nothing more.

“Thank you.” Your squeaky response earned a devious grin from the woman who placed her cigarette in the ashtray.

“I mean it,” she added. “I mean, look at you.”

Without so much as a warning, Yelena softly grabbed your hips and lifted you up. You yelped, hands finding their place on her shoulders as you stared down at her. Now straddling her as she grinned in amusement, eyes glossing your figure up and close.

You couldn’t get a word out, incredibly nervous and rather embarrassed. But Yelena seemed far more pleased and happy to see you like this. Hands resting on your hips with her thumbs carefully lifting the hem of your shirt. Allowing her a glimpse at your skin that she had wanted to feel since she saw you in the crowd.

“Y-Yelena- We can’t do this.”

Yelena grinned in amusement, looking up from your stomach and to your eyes. “What do you think we’re doing, doll?” The question only embarrassed you more, turning your head to try and hide your rosier face. “All you had to do was ask, sweetheart.”

You gasped when Yelena cupped your heat. A shudder runs through your body as you let out a whimper. Fingers tensed around the singer’s shoulders as she smiled in amusement. Despite the denim dividing her from what she’s been craving throughout the night, she could still feel the heat that radiated from you. And as her fingers rubbed softly, eliciting those cute noises from your mouth, she could start to feel the faintest dampness appear.

She cooed at you like you were nothing but a baby. “Come on, slut. Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you haven’t thought of me fucking you like the sweet little girl I know you are.” The hold she had on you was inescapable. Her touch is being chased with your hips moving involuntarily as your fingers softly scratched at the hairs at the nape of her neck.

“I want it,” you breathed, eyes having become heavy as you allowed yourself to swim in the pleasure. “I want you, Yelena.”

Yelena bit her bottom lip, even though you seemed sure of yourself, she could still hear the hesitance in your voice. It was rather adorable. But she hummed in approval. “You can call me daddy, doll.”

“D-Daddy!” You cried hard, tears streaming down your cheeks. For around an hour, you had been fucked and abused like a toy. Yelena never seemed satisfied with what she got from you, so here you were. Lying on the couch that was soaked in your arousal that dripped down inside of your thighs. With Yelena sitting between your legs, strands of her hair sticking to her forehead as she fucked you mercilessly with her bright red strap-on.

Yelena’s nails cut deep in your hips. Blood has poked through the tiny gashes she’s caused, but she never stopped. Her hips pounded against yours and broke you further as your thoughts began to slip away. Being replaced with the pleasure gifted to you by her ruthless desire.

And she noticed this by your lips parting and eyes rolling back. A build-up of spit slid out the corner of your mouth as your body shook with each thrust. When she had been on stage, she had instantly had the thought of corrupting you. Turning you into her own personal toy that she could use to release some frustration or get the release she wanted. And seeing you now, it was fucking beautiful. The sight alone could be enough to bring Yelena to the precipice of her orgasm.

But she held it off. Opting to grin widely at the state she had put you in. “Such a good slut taking my cock,” she groaned. “I’m going to have so much fun bringing you on tour, doll.”

If your mind wasn’t so fucked out, maybe you would’ve been overjoyed by the news. But you were so lost that nothing could come out besides choked moans. Body continuing to tense and walls clamping around the fake cock as she made the addition of her finger rubbing harsh circles into your clit.

Your voice was hoarse as you attempted to plead, only coming out as choked whimpers and mewls. Yelena could already see what you were trying to tell her judging by the way your body shook and legs began to shake. “Come on, baby girl. Come for me.”

With the order, you let go and were propelled into the stratosphere. Mind going white as your body arched off the couch with a scream. Hips bucking wildly as Yelena smiled in amusement at the reaction. Continuing to fuck you through the orgasm, prolonging the experience until you were panting and gasping for air.

But when you felt her begin to rock her hips, your hands shot forward to her chest. Shaking your head with whimpers. Yelena smiled softly, removing your hands and pressing kisses to the back of your hands. “I know, sweetheart. But give me one more. Be my good girl.”

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dairyminki · 9 months

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Inked By Fate - FOUR

↬ pairing/s: park seonghwa x fem!reader, choi san x fem!reader ↬ genre: soulmate!au, racers!ateez, rivalry, angst, romance, fluff, pining ↬warning/s: profanities ↬wc: 1.4k

↬a/n: i apologize for this very late update and for this chapter being short. still, i hope you all will still enjoy this one <33 guess whose pov it is in the beginning of this chap btw ;)

*reblogs and feedbacks are much appreciated!

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Just like the past few, it starts out in plain black.

Then it becomes hazy and suddenly a scene shifts into his view.

But unlike before, tonight was something new. The usual scenarios of his soulmate being surrounded by flowers and a bell chiming when people keep going in and out was suddenly replaced with the night city lights and silence.

From his soulmate's eyes he could clearly see how the stars sparkled and how the moon casts its light upon the beautiful city.

The place wasn't familiar though. Nothing was ever familiar to him, which led him to thinking that maybe his soulmate was living far away from his home country.

But then the scene shifts again, and he's now staring at a blurry face of a man. Something in him tells him that he knows this person, but how could he confirm it when it isn't clear enough?

He gets to stare at the blurry man for a while before everything faded back into darkness once again.

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Morning came, you're stretching your limbs after getting a good amount of sleep, the soft glow of the sun peeking through your room's curtains.

Then you remember last night. The experience itself was very odd and confusing.

How come Choi San has your name as his soulmate tattoo on his wrist?

You felt the connection, you saw your very own name on him, yet you two weren't the ones destined for each other. How is that possible?

You sigh as you glance at your wrist. If the initial S doesn't stand for San, then whose name does it stand for?

After taking a bath and cooking yourself a simple breakfast, you head back to your room to take out your laptop.

You'll be doing some research today. And hopefully, just hopefully you could find some answers.

"Let's start, shall we?" You say, cracking your knuckles before you start typing on the keyboard.

An hour has passed yet you're still glued to your laptop's screen, still nothing.

"Why the fuck does the internet not have any answers?" You were growing impatient, and tired.

That's when you finally decide to ring a number on your phone. Right, if anyone knows better about soulmates, then it should be her.

'Hello?'

"Jia, hi!" You greet back and immediately you hear a chuckle from the other line.

'Why do you sound rushed?'

"Nothing! I was just wondering if...you could lend me some of your time?"

'Sure! Do you perhaps want to meet up?'

You said yes and quickly ended the call, then you went inside your room rummaging through your closet to pick some clothes to wear so you could head out and meet Jia at a nearby coffee shop.

This will be your first walk under the sunlight for this week, since you've just been going out every night and cooping yourself up inside your apartment during daytime.

The coffee shop was just a ten-minute walk, and now you found yourself sitting inside the place with a cup of caramel macchiato in hand.

You were browsing through tons of articles about soulmates when the door opened with a chime.

Jia has arrived.

After ordering herself a cup of coffee, the two of you are now seated, face to face and discussing.

"Wait, wait. So you mean to tell me, you met a guy, who you thought was your soulmate, but they turned out to be not?" Jia repeats, trying to sink into her mind the details that you just told her.

"Yes." You reply, looking at her as you take a sip of your coffee.

"And you're telling me that your name is engraved on his skin? Did I get that right?" She continues, and you nod your head.

"Woah, this case of yours is tough." Jia admits, also taking a sip of her own beverage.

"Right? This has been keeping me up late last night." You sigh, plopping your head on the table, feeling defeated.

"Y/N, give me your phone," Jia tells you and you shake your head, pouting. "No. You have yours."

"I don't, I left it at home" When you give her the stink eye, she adds, exasperated, "Oh c'mon, are you hiding something in there? Also, I thought you want me to help you with your soulmate problem here?" Jia quirks an eyebrow.

You groan, giving in, "Fine, just hurry up. Also for your information, I'm not hiding something in my phone okay?" You huff.

"Sure, whatever you say."

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You're already in your fifth serving of your favorite Oreo cheesecake yet Jia's still staring intently at your phone as she scrolls through numerous articles and sites about soulmates on the web.

"Found anything?" You ask after taking your last bite of the cheesecake. Jia signals you with her hands, telling you to wait.

You're drinking your macchiato when Jia suddenly squeals and slams her hands on the table, leaving you to choke on your drink.

"Oof, sorryyy!" Jia giggles despite your state. After getting you a glass of water and some tissues, she proceeds to tell you the good news.

"Listen up," Jia starts. She opens her mouth and closes it again, she does it repeatedly for a couple of times before you finally send her a glare. "Quit playing around, for fuck's sake."

"Alright, alright," She says, but then eventually squeals. When you send her another glare, she calms herself down, putting your phone down.

"Y/N...ever heard of platonic soulmates?" Jia asks, her mouth forming into an amused smirk.

Platonic what?

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A series of knocks could be heard from the door, yet Seonghwa doesn't exert any efforts to stand up and answer it to make it stop. Though it's starting to make his ears bleed.

He just wants to sleep more.

Sleep doesn't find him though when he hears a shriek from outside and even louder banging on the door.

"Ahhhh hyunggggg! I swear you have to wake up! If you won't wake up Imma beat yo-"

Wooyoung's voice goes unheard when Seonghwa hears his phone vibrate.

What now?

Confusion was what his face was painted with when he opened his messages and read a text from an unknown number.

Unknown Number:

Sannie, I have answers!

Can we meet up as soon as I arrive there tonight?

Huh?

Sannie?

Meet up???

What the fuck??

Seonghwa groans and ruffles his hair in an annoyed manner.

I swear to god-

Standing up, he hurries to grab a plain white shirt inside his drawer and some trousers.

Then he stomps his way out of the room, completely ignoring Wooyoung who was about to scold him once again while holding a frying pan in his hand. Instead, Seonghwa's eyes search the room, and he does see San happily munching his dinner in the kitchen.

"The fuck Choi, you're giving my number to one of your girls now?"

San coughs, having choked on his steak to which Wooyoung rushes to get him a cup of water.

After recovering, San faces Seonghwa with an unreadable expression, asking, "Hyung— what?"

"I said, why are you giving my number to your flings, instead of your own? What? Are you tired of dealing with their whiny-"

"Hyung, I have no idea, at all."

Seonghwa scoffs. "Sure, you don't." Then he shoves the phone in the younger's face, San squeaking. Then his expression morphs into one of recognition.

San mumbles an 'oh shit', before he takes Seonghwa's phone. He speedily composes a text message and sends it.

San clears his throat, then smiles sheepishly. "Uh, I'm sorry about that hyung, I must've given her the wrong number. But I swear this one is not a fling of mine, in fact she's a friend."

"Since when did Sannie take a girl as a friend and not as a fling?" Wooyoung gaps dramatically, joining in the conversation as he places another batch of steak on a plate, for Seonghwa.

"I'm not like you, Woo." San rolls his eyes, he doesn't get a reply from the latter at first, Wooyoung just clutches his chest, before saying, "I'm offended."

"And I'm out of here." Seonghwa says in a monotone and was about to turn on his heel when Wooyoung catches the hem of his shirt.

"Nu-uh, you're not going anywhere mister. Now go sit down and eat."

"What are you, my mother?" Seonghwa spats.

"I might as well be if you're gonna keep going with that grumpy attitude of yours."

"Fine." Seonghwa grumbles and sits down. Eventually, he finds himself eating the steak as if there was no tomorrow.

・・・・・★

You're deep in your thoughts as you sit on the couch, your eyes staring at the television, your hand clutching your phone.

Then your phone beeps, pulling you out of your trance.

A small smile finds its way in your face when you read his reply to your text.

Sannie:

Sure, Y/N! ^-^

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briwbb28 · 2 months

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déjà vu

part 1

Do you get déjà vu when she's with you?

Do you get déjà vu? (Ah), hmm

Do you get déjà vu, huh?

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paring: Nika Mühl x fem oc

themes:

-slight angst

-mentions of alcohol

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when Nika and Riley broke up, they never spoke to each other ever again. Riley now just see’s Nika’s life through the internet and now seeing what Nika does with her new gf who looks exactly like Riley and does the same things with her like she did with Riley, she now wonders if she ever gets flashbacks of their relationship from before.

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riley’s pov:

february 14th, 2024

(12:34pm)

‘she already moved on?!’ I thought. why and how could she move on so fast. the girl looks EXACTLY like me. the same color eyes, the same dark brown hair that flows over her shoulder, the same nose piercing, and i wouldn’t be shocked if we were both the same height.

I hated how Nika had this reaction out of me. we broke up two months ago. why would I be sad? she broke up with me. there’s nothing i can do or say.

I ended up stalking the girl and turns out Nika brought her to the same places she brought me. was I just a game to her? does she do this every time she gets a girl friend? it’s so frustrating and exhausting.

I do know my friend wanted to go to their game that was tonight and let’s just hope that I don’t have to face her. I have talked to her or seen her face in weeks besides what I see on the internet.

riley’s pov:

february 14th,2024

(6:05pm)

“what if we bump into each other?” I whine to my friend who is doing her make up and i am laying on my bed dramatically still debating if i wanted to go or not. I haven’t gotten dressed or anything. all Kenzie can do is roll her eyes at me because she knows i’m just being dramatic.

“your being dramatic Riley. she moved on which means you have to move on.” Kenzie said finishing up her makeup as she turns to me. Kenzie hasn’t been in a relationship for 3 years so i try my best to take her advice, but it’s not that easy.

“if you guys do bump into each other which will probably not happen. what are you gonna do? what are you gonna say? nothing because you need to show her that she can’t have that effect on you. she moved on. she found a copy paste version of you. you just need to find someone tonight and prove to her that you don’t want her.” Kenzie says as she goes on her phone to play music as i soak up what she said and maybe she is right, i can’t let her get the best of me.

“and now what we are gonna do is make you look hot as fuck so what she lays eyes on you, she will realize how hard she fumbled.” Kenzie said which made me laugh.

I wore some low rise jeans with a blue long sleeve top. i did some light make up and curled my hair a little bit just so it doesn’t lion to messy. as i was trying to find a jacked, i came across Nika’s jersey i would wear to her games. i immediately closed my closet and went over to my converse and put them on avoiding the pit in my stomach from what I just saw.

“are you ready?” Kenzie yelled which made me shoot my head up. “yeah i’m just getting my shoes on.” I yelled back as i put my shoes on, some light jewelry and some perfume. Then we were off to the game.

riley’s pov:

february 14th, 2024

(7:46pm)

we are now at the game. me and kenzie are sitting in our seats as people around us cheer for the women’s basketball team. i would lie to you guys and tell you that i wasn’t looking at nika the whole time, but i would be lying. as nika was running on the other side of the court she looked up and saw me in the crowd, nika blushed and looked down trying to keep her focus on the game.

“go Nika!” a loud voice came from above us and i turn around and look up the bleachers to see her little girlfriend. she was wearing her jersey. i guess nika was so quick to get herself another jersey to replace the one that was in my closet.

“damn she’s annoying.” kenzie said reading my mind which makes us both giggle as we keep watching the game. after the game kenzie wanted to go and tell the team how good they did since she is friends with them. as i’m just standing there waiting for her.

“hey kenzie i’ll meet you in the car, ok?” i told her to high made her nod with a smile which made me smile back as i turn towards the exit.

as i’m walking i bump into someone i didn’t want to.

Nika

“hey.” nika says which makes me roll my eyes and move past her to keep walking.

“hey! i’m trying to talk to you.” nika yells as she walks behind me trying to catch up. “well i don’t really wanna talk to you.” i say in a rude tone. as i get close to the exit she steps in front of me.

“what is your deal?” nika asked clearly upset. i look at her like she is crazy. is she really acting like she wasn’t the one who broke up with me?

“are you seriously acting like everything between us didn’t happen? everything that you said to me would just slip my mind?” i yelled at her frustrated with her. she looks at me shocked by my words.

“I was drunk.” Nika says which is no excuse. “that is no excuse! drunk or not you shouldn’t have said that to me. ever!” i yelled at her as tears well up in my eyes as i did.

i just get reminded of the night when she came back home from the bar with her friends drunk. i remember asking her repeatedly where she was, who she was with, why she wasn’t answering me, and all she did was ask me who the girl i was with earlier that day. i tried to tell her that it was one of my friends that was in town, but she didn’t listen. she was calling me names and saying how she can find better because she thought i was cheating on her when i in fact wasn’t.

“i miss you Ry.” Nika says which makes me giggle. “clearly.” i muttered quietly which made her look at me in anger.

“what did you say?” nika asked getting closer to me looking down at me which made my mouth go dry as i looked up at her. i haven’t been this close to her in months and it take’s everything in me to not pull her into a kiss right here, right now.

“i said clearly. do you want me to fucking spell it out for you?” i said again standing my ground as i look up at her. “and what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” nika asked clearly still angry.

“it means that it’s pretty clear that you miss me. you had to find a girl who looks exactly like me to ignore the fact that we are done. am i wrong?” i asked as our lips were not that far apart. she looked down at me not saying a word knowing i’m right.

“i also bet that you get déjà vu when you bring her to the places you used to bring me.” i say with a smirk as i look up at her as my fingers trace down her chest which makes her nervous and i can tell which makes me smirk even more.

“that’s what i thought. i know you still want me Nika. so prove to me that you still want me and that you are sorry because telling me isn’t gonna cut it.” i say. than i go around her to walk towards the exit leaving a girl who’s face is all red knowing her teammates are gonna ask questions, but she knew that she needed to do something about her girlfriend and she needed to do it quickly.

#nika muhl #my wife #nika muhl x fem oc #uconn wbb #wbb #lesbian #love her

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chaussetteblanche · 2 years

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stepping on toes

pairing : austin butler x gn!reader summary : after talking about each other without ever meeting, you and austin finally run into each other at the cannes festival

You were at the premiere of your latest movie, lights and camera blinding you as you moved your way along the red carpet. "Y/N ! Y/N !" People were calling your name left and right, hoping you would look their way for a picture or answer a question. You stopped near a woman on your right. "Y/N, how're you feeling tonight ?" she asked quickly. You smiled, running a hand through your hair. "Good, thank you ! I'm exited to finally be here," She asked you a few questions about the movie before asking one last thing. "The movie Elvis is about to come out, do you have anything to say about the lead actor Austin Butler ?" she asked, moving her microphone closer to your lips. "Uh, yeah, I think Austin's an incredible actor. Baz couldn't have picked a better person to play Elvis Presley, I don't think anyone else could do it," you smiled. "Right, thank you so much, Y/N," "Thank you, have a nice evening," You walked off with a wave.

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"Austin ! Austin ! Have you seen Y/N's new movie ?" a journalist asked over the sound of the crowd. Austin stopped and turned around, running a hand through his hair. "Oh, I've seen it alright. It's spectacular," he complimented, adjusting his suit. "Have you ever thought of working with Y/N ?" "In a movie ? Oh wow, I mean, I'd love to, they're incredibly talented. I think we could do something good together,"

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"So, Austin Butler said in an interview a few weeks ago that he would love to work with you in a movie, what do you think about that ?" "He did ? Oh wow, uh, I don't know. I'm very flattered, obviously." Your cheeks turned pink. God, you hoped the cameras wouldn't pick up on it. "I think we could definitely arrange something, I'd love to work with him as well," You held yourself back from saying anything else, knowing the internet was already full of compilations of Austin and you complimenting each other in interviews and such.

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You stepped out of your car at the Cannes Festival, you brilliant outfit glimmering with the flashes of the cameras surrounding you. Your name was being called from everywhere and you gratefully took the hand of your security guard, Billy, as you stepped out of the car. He helped ground you a bit as you made your way to the famous stairs. He let go before you reached the steps and sent you a reassuring smile. You smiled back, trying to calm your head as you started going up the steps, stopping every once in a while and striking a pose.

You finally reached the entrance of the building and found a few of your friends. Your latest movie was in competition for the Caméra d'Or and the Queer Palm. Needless to say you were feeling pretty nervous. You happily accepted a glass of champagne when you were offered one. After your first screening, you decided to go to the bathroom to freshen up.

Staring at your reflexion in the mirror, you added a touch of lipstick and smiled at yourself. You stepped back out of the bathroom, into the small living room and greeted a few celebrities you knew. As you opened the main door, you were met with a crowd of journalists all aiming their microphones and cameras at you. You were suddenly blinded by flashes of light and deafened by the cries of your names and questions. You stepped backwards out of reflex and were horrified to find another person's foot beneath your own. You immediately retracted your foot and spun around to come face to face or rather face to chest with none other than Austin Butler.

You were caught in the momentum for a second. All you could feel was him. His minty breath on your face. His hand on your ribcage. The smell of his perfume. The warmth of his body. His eyes boring into your own. Your breath caught in your throat as you forgot the world around you. His eyes flitted down to your lips and your heart stopped for a second before reality came crashing back. Screams and flashes crashed upon you like tsunamis. It all felt like a big slap to the face.

"Shit, I'm so sorry, are you alright ?" you asked worriedly, touching his arm. Austin nodded. "I'm fine, no worries, love," he chuckled. He eyes flitted to the paparazzi behind you and he frowned. "Let's get outta here, yeah ?" He leaned down to speak in your ear. You nodded.

You stepped out of the bathroom, shielding your eyes with your hand. You felt the warmth of his hand on the small of your back as you followed the wall, slowly making your way back to the main room, in which the paparazzi weren't allowed. You heard the yells of security as they pushed all the paparazzi back outside and let out a breath.

You turned to Austin and found him already looking at you. You thought back to you stepping on his foot. "I'm so sorry for stepping on you," you winced, looking down at his black shoes. "It's all right, I should've been looking where I was going. And you were caught by surprise," he smiled reassuringly. "I'm Austin, by the way," he stuck his hand out. "Oh, I know who you are, Mr. Butler," you chuckled, shaking his hand. "Y/N," "I know who you are as well, Y/N Y/L/N," he grinned, blue eyes twinkling wonderfully.

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"So, you finally met Y/N Y/L/N last week at the Cannes film festival. A picture of you two staring at each other went viral. What can you say about that ?" the interviewer asked. Austin ran a hand through his hair, trying not to smile to widely at the thought of you. "Uh, yeah, no, it was great to finally meet them. They're a lovely person. Intelligent and kind, as well as beautiful," he grinned. "Do you think you'll ever get the chance to work with them in the future ?" "Oh, I think we'll be able to do more than just work together," he chuckled.

#austin butley x gn!reader #austin butler x you #austin #austin butler x reader #austin butler #butler #fanfiction #fanfic

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loveyourownsmiilee · 1 year

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Talking Buddie Language: Ep 6.08

Tonight’s episode was truly so fun and carried a lot of important moments. The main theme of the episode was focusing on children growing up. We saw that as Maddie and Chimney struggled with Jee-Yun growing up. And we also saw Eddie dealing with Christopher growing up and having a first crush. Through it all, I think this episode did a wonderful job in maintaining the different friendships both Buck and Eddie need, that are outside of each other. I think if the show really does have plans to move them towards a romantic relationship, then it’s crucial they establish different friendship dynamics for the two of them. With that being said, I really enjoyed tonight’s episode and found a lot of things to be interesting in the sense of what it can possibly foreshadow.

Christopher’s First Dance and First Crush?

I love the fact that Christopher is growing up in front of our very eyes. He’s much taller than when we first saw him and we are seeing more of his father’s sass with each passing episode. One thing I would like to mention is that aside from seeing bits of Eddie shine through Christopher, we are also seeing bits of Buck in him as well. The scene with the suit for example.

C: They say you should only be able to see a quarter inch of your shirt sleeve, but this looks more like a half inch.

E: Who’s they?

C: The internet.

Who else do we know that loves his research and will randomly sprout off facts he’s gathered about a certain topic? Buck. It’s so important that we see Christopher not only adapting his father’s mannerisms and personality, but that of Buck’s as well. It further confirms that Buck is somewhat a parental figure in Christopher’s life and he technically is borderline coparenting, whether people want to believe it or not. That entire scene had a mix of both Eddie’s sass and Buck’s love for random facts. A perfect combination of both his fathers if I may.

The conversation Eddie has with Carla in the kitchen was an important one to note. I believe the wording was setting the tone for possibly two things being discussed simultaneously, especially when you consider Eddie’s facial expressions.

E: Wow first crush? I mean that’s great, but I wonder why he hasn’t said anything to me about it?

CP: Oh you’re suddenly in a hurry to give dating advice?

E: I’m just saying, I thought we were past the whole, keeping secrets phase.

CP: You know how it is at that age. Sometimes talking about your dreams makes it seem all too real.

Now I want to dive into his expressions after what Carla says. After she mentions this, the way he squints his eyes indicates he has a feeling she’s not necessarily talking about Christopher in that moment. It is the same exact expression he had when she told him about following his heart back in 4.13. Almost as if he doesn’t know what she’s talking about when in fact he has an inkling. He looks away because if he lets her look into his eyes for a moment longer, she would see the thing he’s trying to hide.

Let’s say Eddie himself has a dream that he doesn’t necessarily think can actually become a reality. He is not voicing it out loud because he doesn’t wanna risk anything happening to that dream. I’m saying this instead of saying that he possibly has feelings for somebody but doesn’t think he can voice those feelings because it’ll make it seem all too real. And making it real is scary because he doesn’t know what can come from that.

CP: Sometimes the fantasy is better than the reality.

Eddie’s smile and eyes looking up kind of indicate he’s thinking about that fantasy of his. In this moment he’s thinking about the dream he wants to become reality but is somewhat afraid of actually happening. I really do believe after seeing what we’ve seen of Eddie this season, that he’s got to know, at least to some extent, of his feelings for Buck. The interesting thing is the second we see Eddie smiling a bit and actually envisioning this fantasy of his, the camera immediately pans to Buck. He’s going from the darkness into light, almost as if he’s walking out from Eddie’s fantasy, into his own reality.

Coparenting At Its Finest

I love concerned!Buck anytime the subject of Christopher comes up on the show. I know people keep complaining about the lack of Buddie/Buckley-Diaz family content. But this scene was so thoroughly written out to show the distinct difference in who Buck is to the Diaz boys, especially Christopher.

E: I don’t feel like pushing.

B: Uh, isn’t he kinda young to start dating?

E: Not like he’s taking them out to a dinner and a movie.

Not only is Buck once again acting like a concerned parent, but Eddie’s little fond, exasperated look is so wholly domestic that it really speaks volumes about their dynamic. Eddie is so enamored by Buck’s concern and you can’t tell me that isn’t a man a little bit in love with someone who clearly loves his child as much as he does.

Also just want to mention the lack of gender pronouns while talking about Christopher’s crush is amazing to see. Eddie using them and not immediately assuming it’s a girl is something I didn’t know I needed but I’m so glad to have. It’s almost as if Eddie’s brain is on a constant “queer people exist” mantra. It literally came to naturally too, almost as if he’s been thinking about this subject a lot lately. That men don’t necessarily have to date women. That you can fall in love with someone and their gender doesn’t have to be this massive issue. I mean who knows what else therapy has done for him right?

C: So how old were you when you had your first crush Buckaroo?

B: Uh, kindergarten. Ms. Garcia. RIP.

I’m literally only mentioning this because of two things. Buck’s clear mommy issues, clinging to any female who treated him with kindness and showed him they cared for him. And for Eddie’s sheer jealousy in the background when he mentions this. The way he slams the door shut and raises his brow while Buck is talking is peak jealous behavior. Every time we have seen Buck talk about either a love interest or even talking to someone who isn’t Eddie, we get a glimpse of jealous Eddie. It’s always there in the background and it makes me laugh because there’s a clear reason as to why this man cares this much about his partners love life lol. We all know why, he’s in love.

Firetruck Confessionals

Every time we get these little moments of the firefam talking in the fire truck, it makes me really happy. I love them being back together again and they have some great chats in that truck, sorry engine.

I think it was a great choice in having Hen be the one who retells of her first kiss to the team. Not only is she the only openly queer member on the team, but her choice of words stood out to me.

H: Illuminating. Realized I was kissing the wrong Suarez. His sister Martina was more my speed.

Hmm why throw this in there while they’re discussing first kisses? Why have Eddie laugh about it but not contribute any of his first experiences? I found it super suspicious that they didn’t ask Eddie about his first crush or his first kiss whatsoever. But they did mention Hen realizing her heart wasn’t into a boy, but his sister in front of both Buck and Eddie. So that’s gotta mean something right?

Another moment I really loved between Buck and Eddie was after Hen’s retelling of her first kiss. It was a small, but important one in my opinion.

E: I think we drifted off topic. Christopher isn’t kissing anyone.

I love how Eddie immediately looks at Buck, who in return gives him that look of disbelief. That little head tilt, almost making Eddie reconsider his words. They have a whole nonverbal conversation in which Eddie responds to Buck’s cute head tilt with “He’s not.”

That entire exchange between the two is a typical interaction between partners/spouses/significant others. In other words, it was almost exactly how two fathers would be discussing their child together, even with an audience present. The fact that Eddie had felt the need to have that little moment with Buck, who is technically his coparent, spoke volumes to me. One cannot watch that interaction and still think it’s normal friendship behavior or behavior between two coworkers. Coworkers wouldn’t be that pressed about their coworker’s son having a crush. Neither would a regular friend, which we all know Buck is very much not. So I believe that even though some people worry they’re not even “friends” anymore, I beg to differ because I see the closeness of their relationship. They don’t need to talk every second of the episode for us to know how strong their relationship is. There’s a lot that goes on off screen that we unfortunately don’t see. But the snippets we do get, further proves how strong Buck and Eddie are. How important Buck is to Christopher.

To further prove how Buck is acting completely differently from the rest of the firefam, we get Chimney cracking a joke about the situation and his response to it all.

E: I know it’s normal, I just didn’t think Christopher was old enough yet.

BN: Maybe the problem is you feel old.

C: Wait til he starts shaving.

B: Before you know it, someone’s gonna be calling you grandpa.

The tone of Buck’s voice was actually very seductive because of the lower pitch. He only talks like that when he’s flirting with someone and in this instance, I wouldn’t say he was flirting. But perhaps envisioning Eddie as a grandfather, which may have done things to him. Maybe it’s possible he also envisioning himself next to Eddie being called a grandpa as well. Who knows lol. But his tone of voice was honestly very sexual and significantly different than how Chimney and Bobby replied to Eddie.

When Eddie tells the team that from now on he’ll only be talking to Carla, I think that foreshadows upcoming episodes in which she will ultimately become his confidant when he’s finally vocalizing his feelings. We all know Buck and Hen have become closer and I believe that’s needed because he’ll most likely turn to her when he needs someone to talk to about his feelings for Eddie. Who will Eddie have? Carla. So with him mentioning this line, I think it sort of sets up the notion of him telling Carla about his feelings for Buck, before telling Buck himself.

Another quick mention about nonverbal communication is when Bobby asks the team if they’ve “Secured all the gear & locked the compartment doors?” Buck immediately looks at Eddie and they both have a moment where they just check in. They both locked up the compartment and they needed to verify with the other with a simple glance. No words spoken because a look between the two is more than enough.

Is It Raining Men?

I love how cooky the firefam can get when the emergencies are insane. We’ve all seen sex in a fire truck (thanks Buck). And now we’ve seen sex on top of one too. Actually sorry it was the engine not the truck 😂

The entire Buck and Eddie of it all was so funny. Buck was being his usual self, meanwhile Eddie was looking on in half exasperation and half disbelief that this is the man he chooses to love.

E: There aren’t any tall buildings around here.

B: Right and unless that song was based in truth, I don’t think it’s ever actually raining men.

I love Eddie’s reaction so much! Buck is genuinely confused and being serious. Whereas Eddie really looks over and contemplates his own sanity because how can he love someone like this? I mean how can he not really? Haha his mixture of exasperated/fond is always delightful and it just further shows how domestic these two really are.

I love how how quickly they get into detective mode when working together again. It’s so nice to see them being partners again, especially when they’re trying to solve a mystery lol. They’re so in sync, as always. Eddie just has to look at Buck and tilt his head and Buck immediately knows to follow. He’d blindly follow Eddie anywhere, let’s be real.

Fantasies Coming True

I once again want to mention how much I love the Hen and Buck dynamic. I think it was a deliberate choice to show both Hen with Buck in the end, and Eddie with Carla. It further backs up my theory on how these two women will be who Buck and Eddie turn to when they need to talk about their feelings for each other, since they can’t go to each other first.

I love seeing Buck in an uncle setting. I believe it suits him and it further shows how this man really is a family guy. Him wanting to get Jee-Yun a sword was so precious of him.

B: I figured it’s never too soon for her to learn that girls can be heroes too.

H: Facts.

Meanwhile, I really enjoyed the ending scene with Eddie as well. This man has made tremendous progress in his healing, and he is still getting there day by day. You could tell from his conversation with Carla that he really resents the fact that he wasn’t present for Christopher’s major milestones, so he’s trying to compensate for those now. Which is so nice to see because it once again shows what a wonderful father he really is.

E: You know, when you’re having kids, you have all these expectations of what life’s gonna be like. Milestones, first words, first steps… And they tell you, your kids gonna be different. And he’s going to have challenges other kids don’t. They warn you to manage your expectations. All those milestones start to seem like a stupid fantasy.

C: Looks like that fantasy’s turning into a reality. How’s that feel?

E: Pretty damn good.

Oh Eddie, my sweet beautiful Eddie. It’s so heartwarming to see him smiling like he means it. Smiling like he isn’t holding the weight of the world on his shoulders. He has all these negative feelings inside of himself because he sort of blames himself for not being around during Christopher’s major milestones when he was growing up. But he doesn’t realize that ever since he got back, he’s been there for every single milestone that his son has had. That there’s still so much more to go.

Not only that, but that conversation was very much needed because it shows that Christopher is growing up and becoming his own person. And now it opens the door to Eddie figuring out who he is, outside of being a father and a firefighter. He’s on this journey of self discovery as well and I think we got a glimpse of what his fantasy can possibly look like. Aside from his child living out his own fantasies, Eddie’s got to realize that he can as well. He can make his dreams turn into reality if he wanted to go for it, if he wasn’t scared. And I think once more, this is just the beginning of both his and Buck’s storylines somewhat paralleling each other but not quite intertwining just yet. There’s still so much they both need to work through, both separately and together. But until they do that, their journey’s can’t intersect, otherwise it’ll all blow up in my opinion. This fantasy of Eddie’s will one day become a reality and I believe that reality includes Buck a part of the family they’ve already made together. We just got to be a bit more patient and realize that everything is all a part of the bigger Buddie picture!

Once again, thank you to the lovely @aa-lionheart for the gifs. And thank you to anyone who takes the time to read this every week 💜

#buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 spoilers #buddie meta #911 meta #911 on fox #buddie language meta #911 speculation

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girls4camilla · 1 year

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would they still love u if u were a worm stardew expanded edition let’s go baeby

victor.

☆ he’s confused by this question and the look on his face has you worried

☆ it’s not that he wouldn’t love you, but how would he explain to his mother that he’s in love with a worm?

☆ he’d still do it best to make this relationship work

☆ checks out an alarming amount of books on worms from the library (gunther doesn’t usually judge but….he definitely notices)

☆ browses the internet for the highest quality terrariums, but decides to design his own for you so it would be extra special and extra comfortable for his favorite worm

☆ it’ll take him a while to construct the perfect terrarium(™) so he orders one for you in the meantime. don’t ask about the price, it's not important.

☆ he is absolutely hiding that receipt from his mom though

☆ reads up on his worm books to make sure you get the best diet and living conditions

sophia.

☆ do you even have to ask?

☆ of course she would

☆ even if she finds worms a little bit creepy she’d take care of you

☆ you would be living in a nice little terrarium with anything a worm could ask for. plenty of nutrient rich soil, moss, leaves, twigs, etc.

☆ she’d even give you some grapes from her harvest !

☆ would sit your terrarium in front of the tv with her to catch up on the newest episode of ‘pink princess crusaders’ after a long day

olivia.

☆ “i think you’ve had too much to drink, dear.”

☆ the real question is would victor be okay with having a worm for a step parent

☆ her chats with jodi and caroline become a bit different to say the least

☆ who is going to taste wine and listen to classical music with her now

☆ she attempts to give you a drop of wine as an experiment, but it’s not the same

☆ would lewis even honor a marriage between a woman and a worm? what would the governor think?

☆ maybe she’s had too much wine to drink tonight

☆ the verdict is yes but not as much, you’d be more like a beloved pet

claire.

☆ she’d be willing to give it a shot

☆ you’d live comfortably as a worm in her care. nothing too fancy or extravagant. just a simple worm’s life

☆ she would share some of her salad with you

☆ well this is awkward

☆ claire’s a pretty quiet woman and you’re a worm so you don’t do much talking

☆ you two mainly sit in silence and stare at each other

☆ she wonders how she ended up in this situation

☆ still better than working at joja

lance.

☆ he’s more curious about how you would have managed to become a worm in the first place

☆ was it a cruel curse laid upon you by a powerful sorcerer? one of camilla’s jokes? was it by your own free will?

☆ he’s genuinely stumped

☆ spends more time inquiring about your new worm form than answering the question at hand

☆ this man is a romantic at heart though so he immediately says yes

☆ he lets you travel with him on his patrol duties

☆ except to ginger island. he can’t risk one of the parrots snatching you off his shoulder. his heart almost breaks at the thought

☆ your love transcends all forms. you are a happy worm. congratulations !

rasmodius.

☆ did you get into his cauldron again?

☆ he says he would try to change you back into your previous form

☆ avoiding the question at its finest

☆ he may be a powerful being with magic on his side but love has a grudge against him

☆ first he gets a divorce, his second relationship was an affair with a married woman, and now his third partner has somehow become a worm????

☆ after some pestering he sighs and says yes. he would love you even if you were a worm.

☆ he doesn’t exactly know how it would play out. would he have to turn himself into a worm?

☆ how would morgan react if they found their magic teacher was now a worm living with his wormy significant other

☆ morgan would probably enjoy this outcome actually

isaac.

☆ definitely not.

☆ but at the same time...he wouldn’t want a bird to eat you..

☆ or yoba forbid some worm loving rando comes and takes you away…

☆ he wouldn’t splurge on a fancy living space for you, sorry (“what do worms even do besides squiggle around in dirt all day?”)

☆ but he would reluctantly search for soil, leaves, and foragables for you to squiggle in

☆ has accidentally almost fed you a poisonous berry on more than one occasion…

☆ shares some of his own food when he hasn’t foraged anything for you (“what do you mean worms can’t have glazed butterfish?!”)

☆ it’s times like these where he looks into the mirror and wonders if he’s actually going insane

#no comment other than victor and sophia would have u living ur best worm life #oh yeah idc if isaac has like 6 lines of dialogue in the game i like him #crack headcanons #stardew valley expanded #sve headcanons #sve victor #sve sophia #sve olivia #sve claire #magnus rasmodius #stardew valley wizard #sve lance #sve isaac #bunny's hcs

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RED CARPET - MATT STURNIOLO

summary: scarlet was nominated for best new artist at the grammys and she asks her boyfiend

warnings: none

when scarlet heard the news she was byond excited. no excited dosent incapture the feelings that arose. she couldn't form words, when she first started her carrer she didnt expect it to come to this, at all. she expected maybe a couple of people to listen to what she had to say not a good prortion of the world. matthew sturniolo had been there for scarlet at every hardship, every breakup, every friendship fight and breakups, like most best friends are. but scarlet was extra lucky she had a best friend that supported her carrer and encoraged her to start and now everything has fallen into place like a missing puzzle piece that she finaly found and was ready to put it back together. her best friend was there for her through everything and there still best friends to this day even if he was her boyfriend now. it was then decided as soon as scarlet got the news that she was nominated for best new artist at the grammys she knew she had to bring her favorite person and her number one supporter. the stars had finally aligned

the week leading up to the important event was brutal for scarlet. she was meeting people she hadn't met every day, but she knew in the end it was going to be worth it. she would however be lying if she said, she didnt have any nerves but matt calmed her down to the best of his abilities

it was finally the day of the event at 9:00 in the morning. she didn't have to be their until 4 however she had to get ready and do a few other things to get everything finalized for the big day. plus she found out from her manager that just so happend to be her boyfriends manager, laura that it was going to rain, meaning she would have to leave eairler then planned.

she walked out of her hotel room (which laura insisted on staying at for the event) locking the door and going over to her limo driver while she had body guards with her.

this whole thing was surreal. it seemed like a lot but at the same time she heading to the fucking grammys so maybe this is nessasary.

her boyfriend matt would be meeting her there concidering he had to drive his brothers that were also going. as soon as she got into the limo it headed off towards the venue.

as they were getting closer scarlet understood why she needed to be picked up in the limo. there were so many celebrities there. some she had met and some she hadn't. once she arrived at the front door the limo driver said that matt would be there any second and to wait for him.

scarlet assumed that laura had told the driver this as he hated this kind of thing. she felt more then gratfull that her boyfriend agreed to somthing that was way out of his comfort zone.

"alright you're good to go" the driver informed her before she walked out, her heel clicking the ground as she did.

she immediately locked eyes with her boyfriend. both of their eyes were filled with love, each with different reasons. scarlet was so happy that her boyfriend was here with her, he had helped her with anything and everything and he was her whole world. for matt he was insanely proud of her. he couldn't believe she had come this far. she looked stunning. there could be a million girls in one room but he would spot her and choose her in a heartbeat, the thought almost brought tears to his eyes.

"you look amazing love. I'm so fucking proud of you, and even if you don't win tonight just know i love you so much" matt told her walking up to her. his words laced with love

they both walked towards the door and inhaled. even though the internet knew about them they didn't post about it to offten so this was going to be a huge event for them in everything.

as soon as they walking in the doors eyes and cameras were instantly on them. scarlet gave matt's hand a squeeze feeling him tense up with the amount of eyes on them.

they eventually got towards the red carpet after a couple of interviews which matt just let her do her thing.

"you ready? this is one of the biggest nights of you life" matt told her

"yeah I am" scarlet told him with a soft smile.

and here comes singer/songwriting scarlet jones who is nominated for best new artist and best pop vocal album. this would be her first grammys event. she is joined by her boyfriend matthew sturniolo who does youtube and has almost 6 million subscribers with his triplet brothers who are in fact also here tonight.

the event happened and ended faster then she could imagine. not knowing the camara panned to her the second taylor swift announced her new album the tortured poets department. she was a huge swiftie and vocalized on it multiple times. she had such a shocked face she didn't even know how to react. when taylor won album of the year making history she cheered her on like no other. even though she didn't win she had a huge blast and she knows her boys were cheering her on in the process.

matt couln't be more happy for the girl. she really was his favorite person on the planet.

when the event was over taylor swift walked up to scarlet and asked her if she would like to come to a few more of her eras tour dates. scarlet was shocked to say the least. taylor had given her 10 tickets all on the front row.

she felt like she could cry. even though she didn't win a Grammy she meet Taylor swift and got eras tour tickets.

she couldn't be happier

note: haven't posted a oneshot in forever sorry all 😓

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo imagine

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blackhakumen · 9 months

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Mini Fanfic #1121: Extraterrestrial Date Night (Persona 5 x Sonic x Bayonetta)

8:23 p.m. at the LeBlanc Café.......

Futuba: Nyheheheheheheheheheheheee!~

Morgana: (Watches Futuba Giggles at her Computer Along With Lavenza and Omega) There goes that laugh again.......

Lavenza: I wonder what has gotten her to a laughing fit?

Omega: Perhaps a new video game that peaked her interest, has been announced?

Morgana: (Shakes his Head) Nah. That's whenever she does her "Ah-Ha!~" laugh. Her "Nyhehehehe!~" laugh is more on thr line of her scheming something. (Shivers a Bit) And I'm already dreading on finding out.....

Lavenza: Yes, me too......(Smiles Brightly) Shall we play Rock, Paper, Scissors to decide which loser gets to ask her?~

Morgana: (Shrugs) Sure.

Omega: Affirmative.

Morgana/Lavenza/Omega: Rock. Paper. Scissors. SHOOT!

Morgana gets Rock while Lavenza and Omega both gets Paper.

Lavenza: (Happily Cheers) V for Victory!~ (Gives Omega Double Hi-Fives)

Omega: Victory obtained.

Morgana: ('Groans in Defeat') Dang it! Thought I had it that time.....

Omega: (Points at Morgana) You assumed wrong, human, feline hybrid!

Lavenza: (Places her Hand on Top of Mona's Woth a Reassuring Smile in her Face) You've put up a valulent effort and we couldn't be any prouder. (Gives Mona a Peck on the Cheek)

Morgana: (Rolls his Eyes While Blushing a Little) Yeah, yeah, let's get this over with already......Hey, Futuba?

Futuba: (Turns to Morgana with Gremlin Like Grin on her Face) Yes?~

Morgana: Mind telling us why you were laughing like that?

Futuba: Ohhh it's nothing too special~ Just the fact that I've found myself the BESTEST NEWS OF EXIST!~ (Shows the Trio A NEWS Article on her Laptop) CHECK IT!

Omega: (Leans Himself Closer to the Screen and Reads Out Loud the Following) Alien Lifeforms on Plain Sight: Sources stated that they have witnessed an extraterrestrial being located at a plain, empty grass field, far away from Shiyuba City.

Futuba: (Now Forms a Bright, Cheeky Grin on her Face) That's right, Lady and Gents!~ Aliens exist in our world and we are SO BACK BABY!~

Sojiro: (Walks Out From the Kitchen) Aliens? I thought they already debunked those kinds of news stories?

Futuba: Perhaps....Or maybe they want you all to BELIEVE they're fake to prolong the truth of their existence!!

Morgana: (Raises an Eyebrow) You're really gonna believe every word that news article says?

Futuba: (Turns to her Kitty Bro) Uh DOY! It's one of the most trusted news site every crafted on the internet!

Lavenza: Umm....Futuba-Chan. (Shows Futuba Something She's Pointing at on her Laptop) You might want to see this.

Futuba: (Straighten Up Her Glasses and Takes a Look at What Lavenza) Please note that this article in particular is 90%- (Eyes Begins to Widened in Complete Shock) INACCURATE TO THE SOURCE MATERIAL!? I WAS LIED TO!?

Sojiro: (Takes a Look at Article as Well) Seems like it. I don't even think the alien in that photo looks real to be frank with you

Omega: Your theory correct. (Points at What Else is on the Screen) Take a look at the visible watermark below.

Futuba: Photo taken in 2009- (Closes her Laptop Down in Frustration) That's it, I'm done. My disappointment is immeasurable and the rest of my evening is now ruined!

'Door Opens and Bells Ringing'

Tae: (Walks into the Café Along with her Girlfriend, Sae Niijima) Salutations, my fellow coffee enjoyers~

Futuba: (Immediately Smiles Brightly Again) Nevermind. My evening's now saved. (Got Up From her Seat and Greets the Couple) Welcome to our lovely establishment there, lovebirds!~

Sae: (Casually Rolls her Eyes) Hello to you too, Futuba-San. I take it you're doing well tonight.

Futuba: (Shakes her Hand Back and Forward to the Side) Ehh....Somewhat. (Crosses her Arms While Pouting) It WAS going great till I found out one of the most reliable news source was nothing but money grubbing liars!

Morgana: We just found out that the latest aliens related news was just another hoax.

Lavenza: Which is a shame really. I wouldn't particularly mind seeing one in real life.

Tae: (Smiles Softly) Same. It's already been one of my dreams to examine one up close. Maybe even dissect it for good measures.

Futuba: Right!? (Eyes Begins to Sparkle in Excitement) That would've been sooo cool to see!~

Morgana: That sounds more messy if anything....

Sae: And potentially dangerous. Their bodies could be made out if the poisonous acid for all we know.

Tae: True. But I'm sure the process will go smoothly so as long as I proceed with precise caution. (Turns to Sae With a Playful Smirk on her Face) Why? You worry about little ol me?~

Sae: (Turns Away While Crossing her Arms Together) ('Scoffs') As if. I was just....(Blushes a Little) Making sure you know what you're doing is all.

Tae: (Gently Tilts Sae's Chin Back to her Viewpoint) Which I appericate very much, my sweet honey pie~

Sae: You better~

The two ladies share a simple, yet very loving kiss on the lips together.

Futuba: HOHOHOLD ON NOW!~ (Forms a Her Signature Gremlin Grin on her Face) Sweet Honey Pie?~

Sae: (Sighs While Facepalming Herself) And so it begins.....

Lavenza: (Smiles Brightly) Is it a nickname of sorts?~

Tae: Yep. It's one of the many nicknames I've given to her as of late. (Chuckles Lightly) She gets real excited when call her "My Empress"~

Sae: (Immediately Glares at her Girlfriend While Blushing Bright Red) D-Don't tell them that!!

Morgana: (Forms a Cheeky Grin on his Face) Empress you say?~

Sojiro: (Chuckles Lightly) You are definitely Makoto's sister alright.

Tae: What? Does the Guinea Pig calls her that too?

Futuba: Nah. He calls her his Queen. Even treated her as one too.

Tae: Really?~ (Turns to Sae) And you're fine with that?

Sae: It always managed to put a smile on her face, so I'll allow it. For now.

Futuba: You know, I've been wondering this for a while now, but why do you always call Ren-Ren your Guinea Pig?

Omega: Was he a test subject of any kind?

Futuba: ('Gasps') An extraterrestrial test subject?~

Tae: (Snickers a Bit) Far from it. He's been helping out around the clinic 'till it was time for him to graduate. (Smiles Softly) Despite his wise cracking antics, he's still turned out to he fine young man at the end of day. Kinda makes me wonder what he been up to right now.....

Sojiro: He's a bartender in training.

Tae: Really now? I didn't know he was interested in that type of profession.

Sojiro: I don't think any of us did either. (Smiles Softly as Well) But he's been doing a pretty good job there so far, so I couldn't co-

A giant ring suddenly appears inside the café revealing a bruised, slightly messy Ren Amimaya walking out it.

Ren: 'Sup, my peeps.

Lavenza: (Let's Out a Loud Gasps as She Covers Her Mouth in Horror)

Futuba/Morgana: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock Along with Everyone Else in the Room) REN!?

Sae: Oh my god!

Sojiro: What the hell happened to you!?

Ren: (Rubs the Back of his Head Back and Forth) I got dragged into my very first bar fight. I was doing fine holding my own, protecting the fort amd what have you, 'til some big, round guy with horns came right out of nowhere and sucker punched me hard enough to send me flying towards the counter, making me break almost every expensive bottles of wine and any other alcoholic beverages were hanging up there. ('Sigh') Some of them reeks of being expired for decades now......(Notices the Very Worried Looks Staring at Him Right Now) B-But that's okay! I'm back home, slightly fucked up, but I'm safe now and Uncle Rodin is handling the matter right now as we speak.

Ren grunts a bit in pain as he steps aside and shows everyone a portal recording of Rodin ruthlessly beating down the big horned demon to the ground on the other side of the Dimensional Ring.

Rodin: DON'T YOU. EVER. LAY. YOUR. NASTY. ASS. HANDS. ON MY. NEPHEW. EVER AGAINNNNN!

Rodin then let's out a demonic, rage-induced scream as transforms into his devil form before ring suddenly begins to reduce back to it's normal, tiny size, ending the transmission call completely.

Ren: (Puts on an Awkward, Yet Reassuring Smile on his Face) See? Everything' handle.

'Silence'

Ren: (Smile Falters into a Frown) This won't convincing you guys to stop worrying, will it?

Tae: Honey, you came out of a giant ring, beaten up, I don't think that's anything to get over that's easily. But that's neither here or there right now. We need to patch you up.

Sojiro: (Nodded in Agreement) That's exactly what I've been thinking. (Turn to the Two Kids Beside Him) Mona, Lavenza, come help find the first-aid in the back for us to use.

Morgana/Lavenza: Yes sir! (Follows Sojiro to the Back Room of the Café)

Futuba: I wanna help out too.... Have you eaten anything before you've gotten here, Ren-Ren?

Ren: I ate a bag of beef jerky on my lunch break, but other than that, I haven't eaten anything else yet.

Futuba: (Puts on a Determined Look on her Face) That won't do at all! (Turns to her Robot Companion) Omega-kun, come with me! We're making some curry tonight!

Sojiro: (Still in the Back) Don't go near that stove until we find the kit, young lady!

Futuba: Right after Sojiro comes back with the kit!

Omega: (Salutes to Futuba) Direct order received.

Ren: Look, guys, relax for sec, alright? I'll be just fi-INE!? (Suddenly Gets Pick Up into Sae's Arms)

Sae: (Gives Ren a Soft, Sisterly Glare) And we're going to make sure we keep it that that. (Accidently Sniff the Smell of Alcohol Drenched in Ren's Clothes and Instantly Regrets It) Ugh....You weren't kidding when you reek of expire alcohol beverages

Ren: ('Sigh') Yeah, I need a shower.....

Tae: And a new pair of clothes. Are there any in your room, wherever that is?

Ren: The bath and my old room are upstairs right next to each other and I think there's some inside the drawers. Been a while since I've worn any of them, but I think it'll still fit me. Hopefully.

Tae: Then upstairs we go then. Try not to break your back when you start climbing up there, okay 'hon?

Sae: (Simply Nodded to her Girlfriend) I'll be careful.

Ren: (Eyes Begins to Widened in Genuine Surprise) Wait. (Points at Sae) You? (Then Points at Tae) And her-

Sae: (Rolls her Eyes a Bit) Are dating? Yes we are. Now let's get you situated already.

To Be Continued

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#persona 5 #sonic series #bayonetta (series)#futaba sakura #morgana #lavenza #e 123 omega #sojiro sakura #sae niijima #tae takemi #ren amimaya #rodin #humor #cute romance #sae x tae #morgana x lavenza #aliens #bar fight #edited

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iyla-devar · 1 year

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Fangs & Fury || Iyla & Zane

TIMING: April 14, Iyla’s Birthday Party LOCATION: Iyla’s Home/Shimmering Sky Ba PARTIES: Iyla @iyla-devar & Zane @rn-zane SUMMARY: Zane offers himself to be Iyla's date to her birthday party CONTENT WARNINGS: alcohol, blood mentions

So apparently, regular people did live in giant houses like this and that wasn’t just something from movies. Zane had checked the provided address three times before finally daring to walk up the driveway, readjusting the lapel of his maroon blazer for the umpteenth time this evening. It didn’t quite fit right anymore, the sleeves a bit too short for his arms now, seams a bit tight around his shoulders. It was either that or an old jean jacket, which coupled with his least fabric pilled black T shirt, didn’t really scream cocktail. Or so he assumed.

This is what he got for not saying no, not even to strangers on the internet. Well, a stranger whose name he did know now. Iyla Devar, the owner of the intimidating house he was walking up to, the host of tonight’s party and someone who was apparently loaning him a tie. This could have been so easily avoided by some white lie about working tonight but perhaps, some small part of him was curious.

He hadn’t been to a party in… well, a while, and the fact that Iyla was so happy to invite strangers either meant she was hoping to make new friends or didn’t have many people to invite. Zane could relate to both so he soldiered on, fixing the gifts in his hands before politely knocking on the door. He had no clue whether the ribbon decorated bottle of wine was any good, seeing as he had zero experience in that department, but it had been one of the more reasonably prized bottles in the fancier shelves so fingers crossed. The box of chocolate had been grabbed as an afterthought because everyone like chocolate… right?

Feeling like he was picking someone up for prom (probably, he hadn’t gone to any of his) as he waited for the door to open, Zane took one last glance up at the giant expanse of the house. Hoping Iyla didn’t live here on her own, thinking it would probably get lonely in a giant house all by themselves. Lost in thought as the door swung open, he startled, holding out the wine and chocolates almost like a peace offering. “Hi, uhm… Zane. Happy belated birthday?”

Iyla didn’t know how to feel. She’d missed her usual week (or let’s be real, month) -long of birthday events. None of her friends had so much as texted about it, let alone thrown something together for her. And to top it off, half the fucking town had their birthday this week. It was gearing up to be the worst birthday since the one immediately following her death.

But that wasn’t going to stop Iyla from having the time of her unlife. She wasn’t one to sit around and mope, she hadn’t been like that in decades. Moping didn’t bring you back to life, didn’t bring you the one person you truly cared for, didn’t bring the heads of those responsible on a platter. No, your own action did those things. They also brought complete strangers to her very nice home on World’s End Isle.

Iyla had selected a number of fine ties, ties she’d foreseen giving to Tomas whenever she found him. The fury hadn’t anticipated it taking quite this long, but he wouldn’t mind her lending them to an altruistic nurse. Slinging about five or so ties over the back of a plush armchair in her formal living room, Iyla went to answer the knock on the antique heart pine door, her heels a crisp staccato on the hardwood.

The door swung open, revealing Iyla in a Mochino gold and black embroidered bustier top with a flowing black satin skirt, her hair slicked back, hinting at the styles she used to wear in the 20s. Diamonds trailed from her earlobes and dark, smokey makeup surrounded eyes that now raked over the nurse in front of her. She smiled as he thrust out his offering, making no move to take it herself. “Oh, Zane, thank you so much. This means the world. Won’t you come in? I’ve laid out a few options for you just there,” the fury gestured to the armchair.

Zane’s carefully plastered on smile faltered for a second as he was ushered inside, gifts outstretched for a moment too long before accepting the invitation to come in. It still felt odd, the feeling of gentle force making sure he didn’t cross a threshold to a home subsiding with an invitation but everything about his current situation was odd enough to make that part low on his list of priorities to think about. Wondering if Iyla had spotted the wine label and immediately recognized it as something she hated, Zane wandered into the large living room, feeling like he should be taking his shoes off as to not disturb the immaculate set up.

Feeling that the best option was to go with the person that was clearly comfortable with this whole situation, Zane stepped up to the armchair and carefully put the presents on the plush seat. The ties all looked nice and he had no idea if it made a difference which one he chose to go with the jacket and very scuffed up dress shoes from another of the vampires. So he stalled, turning back to Iyla while tugging at his blazer sleeves for lack of something better to do with his now free hands. “You look really nice,” he offered, gaze focused on her stunning eyeshadow and light catching earrings. The bustier top was sure to get her attention tonight but the rest of the outfit he had no idea on - she definitely looked eye catching but he wasn’t one to judge on the whims of straight men. “Definitely a birthday outfit that demands attention.

Clearing his throat, still working through the overwhelming sensation of being in a house this nice, Zane continued talking because how else would he quiet his thoughts trying to trample over one another. “Hope this,” he gestured lamely to the blazer and dark jeans, “makes the cut. I haven’t owned a suit since I graduated high school.”

Iyla was no stranger to people being awestruck around her. Her clothing, her accessories, her homes, her face, it all brought forth a sense of unease from people she was around. Usually due to their uncontrollable envy, but it was all the same to her. The man hovered in her doorway for so long Iyla wondered if he’d been stuck there, doomed to awkwardly enter a nice home for eternity.

Iyla glanced quickly down at the gifts he’d brought along, wondering if the closest Tiffany’s had been too far of a drive. The wine seemed reasonably priced for a Bevmo. She’d regift that one for sure. Perhaps to that other birthday woman with the child who wanted her to have happy hour to celebrate. She scoffed to herself at the thought.

“Oh, this old thing?” Iyla feigned modesty, giving a quick twirl to show off the gown that may as well have been sewn together just for her. “I didn’t have time to go shopping for something new, so I supposed it has to do.” Of his own ensemble, however, the same could not be said. Iyla’s eyes narrowed at his jacket with too short arms, his scuffed shoes, as if she were solving a puzzle that didn’t ask to be solved. “Hmmm, I actually think I might have something for you! One moment -” Her heels clacked away to one of the many coat closets, this one specifically overflowing with coats and jackets she’d “borrowed” from ex lovers or Alan. Plucking out a deep navy number, she returned and immediately set about removing his old blazer.

“Lucky for you, I’m a fashionista of all kinds. And I tend to have an eye for sizes…Aha!” Iyla stepped back from her human dress up doll, beaming. “Amazing what a simple coat change can do!” She crossed her arms. “Now I don’t believe I have shoes in your size, but no one will be watching your feet when the rest of you looks so good!” Or when she was stealing the limelight.

“Why don’t you own a suit? Everyone needs one, at least one.” Iyla turned to touch up her lipstick in the mirror. “You can keep that, by the way. For the next situation where you need a fitting coat.”

Zane was resisting the urge to squirm under the heavy gaze currently raking over his clothes, feeling overly scrutinized. Any attempt to object to more generosity from the woman died on his lips as Iyla was already storming off, continuing to demand control of the situation with the simple act of her heels clicking. The navy jacket she returned with did look nice, definitely nicer than what he was wearing. Again, his words didn’t manage to leave his mouth, the ‘thank you’ you going silent when swift hands were pulling at his blazer.

Trying to keep up with the rapid movements, turning this way and that to allow himself to… well, be dressed in the jacket by this still-stranger, Zane almost could have laughed at the absurdity that the first person to ever remove his clothes like this was a woman. A very beautiful woman, sure, but not quite his type. It was over quickly, his old blazer discarded and the new one - as promised - fitting snugly.

Iyla looked happy and well, if choosing some stranger’s outfit gave her this much joy then Zane wasn’t going to ruin that moment. Especially not on her birthday. “Very lucky,” he finally agreed, hands brushing over the fabric. It felt nice, probably more expensive than the whole of his closet combined. “And you’re definitely good with sizes.” A genuine smile finally found its way onto his lips. Moving closer to the mirror when she did, Zane watched the woman deftly apply her lipstick, feeling a note of envy for magic of makeup.

“I don’t know, there’s never been an occasion for me to need a suit in the last years. At least none that I’ve attended. Going solo gets a bit much after a while, anyway.” Zane slid his hands into the pockets, somehow even softer than the outside material, and smiled gratefully at Iyla’s reflection. “Thank you. I’ll try to get myself into more situations fitting of such a nice coat.”

If Zane was uncomfortable with her dressing him, Iyla paid him no mind. It wasn’t the first time she’d dressed a man and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. So hopeless, the lot of them. She stood back, admiring her work in the reflection. Just the simple change out of a blazer and the entire ensemble worked. It wasn’t perfect, the scuffed shoes, the wrinkled shirt, the slightly too short pants, but the fury wasn’t sure she had the time or permission to rip off Zane’s pants.

“I’ve had a lot of practice,” Iyla murmured, realizing she’d been so focused on the suit she never even bothered to realize there was no face above said jacket, not in the mirror at least. Interesting. Her eyes flickered back to the real person beside her, her gaze now more scrupulous than ever.

“No occasions?” Not even a funeral suit? Iyla thought. “There’s always an occasion, even more so if you’re going solo. You never know when there’s someone out there to impress.” Suddenly this interaction seemed more interesting than her party, which was saying something. “If you ever need a date to a function, I will almost never say no,” she offered, knowing damn well if the event wasn’t up to her standards she would 100% say no. “Or does your work keep you from attending?” Or your non-reflection?

Fine, there had been occasions. Staff parties, hospital galas, birthdays. Going solo meant more than just showing up without a date, though. It was quite literal, showing up alone and shuffling around people he knew from work while they talked about their personal lives, which were complete mysteries to him. Zane knew a lot of it was his fault, a combination of lack of trying and anxiety that he wouldn’t fit in even if he did. It always seemed better to not go.

“I’m pretty rusty in the impressing department too. If my total lack of date clothing didn’t give it away,” he joked, turning away from his host to have another look at the ties. Now that he had an actual, nice piece of clothing on, the task of choosing seemed a bit less daunting. Zane settled on a nice blue one, a lighter color than the jacket he’d been given, a distant memory of someone mentioning that blue highlighted his eyes rearing its head. “Work. General lack of social standing. The fact that I don’t drink,” he rattled off, turning back to Iyla with the tie hanging limp around his neck. He wasn’t even going to attempt to make the knot and even if he had, something told him the fashion-forward woman would have fixed it afterwards, anyway.

“And that’s a really nice offer but if I were trying to… impress someone, bringing you might give the wrong impression.” It felt nice to get it out there, to prevent any fumbled comment of his from being taken as flirting. “Aside from the fact that you’re way out of my league, you’re also on the wrong… team?” It was hesitant, a part of him still always expecting push back to the realization. The smile that followed was hopeful in a way. Iyla was… strange. But definitely not boring and underneath the glamorous house and general disregard for most things, there was a hint of something nice. At least Zane wanted to believe that, feeling his new gift on his shoulders as a reminder.

Iyla stepped over to the array of gifts the reflectionless man had brought over. She attempted to hide her wrinkled nose at the wine’s brand, bringing it over to her silver bar cart anyway. It was the thought that counted, right? At least it was wine that might get him talking more. Did he know he was dead, like her? Did he even know there was no one looking back at him when he smiled at himself in the mirror? Iyla knew better than most how hard that transition was, from life to life after death. Her own stubbornness had made her what she was, and Iyla doubted that her relatively slow acceptance to her new fate had helped anything in that department.

“Well practice makes perfect, you know.” Iyla popped the cork with ease, setting the bottle down to let it breathe while she selected two crystal glasses, her hand pausing as he said he didn’t drink. “Ah, so a little less fun, but no less in need of socialization.” She put one of the glasses back and poured herself a hearty cupful. “I have tonic or sparkling water?” Iyla offered, ever the hostess, her fingers already reaching for a rocks glass that had seen World War 2.

Iyla nodded, a sly smile winding onto her face. “Ahhh, there it is. Is someone not comfortable in their own skin? Is that why you don’t go out to parties?” The fury had plenty of friends, many of them all over the spectrum. She, herself, didn’t like to be tied down to one gender. Perhaps being undead wasn’t his only hangup regarding hang outs.

Iyla would have blushed had blood still moved within her. She was always a sucker for compliments. “What a shame,” she purred, setting her wineglass down as she set about preparing the tie he selected. “For someone who claims not to be fashionable or wear suits, you have good taste.” She was, of course, referring to her being out of his league as well as the tie he chose. “This one brings out your eyes.”

It was definitely a change, the instant acceptance of him not drinking. The excuses had already started forming on his lips when the cork was popped but died just as quickly. If anything, it made his stance on the whole thing completely flip, eyeing the now full glass with curiosity. It wasn’t like Zane was staying sober for a reason, more so a force of habit and general distaste for the bitterness or sting of all alcohol. “I should at least try it since I brought it.”

Not that thought out but this whole evening felt very spur of the moment, anyway. Zane was wearing someone else’s clothes, in a house that made him feel a little bit like a movie star and there was something about the woman that felt slightly dangerous but not in the life threatening way. Wasn’t alcohol supposed to be a bit of an anxiolytic, anyway?

The questions that followed were slightly condescending in nature but they didn’t quite hit the spot of making him want to recoil like when the other members of the clan called him ‘the freshman’. It felt more teasing but not quite judgemental. More so just… the way Iyla seemed to be, from what little he was starting to learn about the woman. “I guess,” Zane admitted, chin tilting up as she worked on the tie. “Even though male nurse usually makes people assume correctly.” The smell of her perfume wafted into his nose, the scent nice. Classy. Fitting for the woman currently complimenting him, making him fluster and feel grateful for his inability to blush.

“Thanks,” he stuttered out, nervous hands running over the perfect knot of the tie. His smile was lopsided as Zane reached for the glass she’d poured him after the rash decision made earlier, delving deeper into the unthought out plan as he took a sip. He’d never had wine before and would now never know how it was supposed to taste, but the faint sweetness and irony aftertaste was definitely… pleasant. Clearing his throat, he glanced over at the clock hanging on the wall. “We should get going, right? Guest of honor and everything.”

Iyla’s fingers lingered on the man’s tie, the whole impromptu evening feeling so familiar. She used to flirt and dress all her friends, men, women, gay, straight and everything in between. Of course, back in her prime things were much less accepted, but no less common. Her soirees were the talk of the town not only because they were lavish and second to none, but also because they were accepting.

“Ugh, you’d think we would have outgrown the idea that nurses and handmaids are meant to be feminine and weak, as if you don’t do more than half the doctors where you work, am I correct?” Iyla’s nose wrinkled, this time from the misogynistic way the world worked. Even in the 20s and 30s, Iyla never liked to succumb to the female stereotypes laid out before her. Socialite, sure. Kept housewife? Never.

Iyla sighed, downing the rest of her wine like a shot - it honestly tasted better that way - and snatched her purse off the coat rack. She glanced at Zane out of the corner of her eye, watching how he sipped at the wine he said he didn’t drink. Vaguely, she hoped she hadn’t helped him break some important act of sobriety, but the thought was quickly banished. What would it matter to her if he had? So long as he didn’t ruin the party. In fact, Iyla hoped he might loosen up a bit, maybe even dance with a cute boy or two. She smiled and snaked her arm through his.

“You’re right, we should be off.” Iyla nodded down at the glass in his hand. “If you enjoyed that, I have a bottle of Cristal in the car you can try. It’s vintage.” She wondered if he was as well, or if his undeath was shiny and new. “Now, let’s go make an entrance.”

The sensible part of his brain knew that one didn’t get drunk from two sips of wine, no matter their experience with alcohol. Even so, that was the feeling Zane had as the glamorous lady of the house led him outside to a sleek and shiny car, where the doors were opened for them by an elderly gentleman who addressed him as ‘sir.’ Not in the annoyed way that patients sometimes did when they were tired of waiting, calling it at his back as he tried to do five things at a time. No, it was respect. Granted, respect that radiated of Iyla and clearly seemed to affect everyone in her vicinity but the feeling was definitely a rush.

Cristal - a quite fancy champagne, Zane learned - was nice. It didn’t taste like much to his very picky tastebuds but the bubbles made it very pleasant to drink and toasting with Iyla in the back of a freaking town car was making it easy to pretend he was someone else for a moment. Someone who drank champagne, went to parties and knew most of the people there, was greeted by everyone he walked up to. The feeling of being that person overwhelmed whatever sense he usually claimed he had and the bottle was empty by the time they reached Iyla’s party. Who had drank more, Zane wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t really feeling anything so it was fine.

Just like when they’d left the house, Zane offered his arm to Iyla when she stepped out the car, finding himself to fit quite nicely into this role. With the way his companion looked, no one would really take notice of the pitfalls in his current outfit. If just for tonight, he could totally be chill and not overthink everything. The decorations inside were nice, the people dressed even nicer and it overwhelmed him for a second as he tried to remember the last time he’d been to an event. Despite the lack of practice, Zane had watched enough TV to know the next part his current role demanded of him. “Get you a drink?” he asked Iyla, already scanning the place for the bar.

Towncars and limos were so commonplace for Iyla, she’d forgotten the wonder they had over people. Feeling like a rockstar, feeling glamorous even if it was only by association, Iyla was always the provider of these feelings, and while in the past it made for shallow friendships, she never minded. Not to mention, Zane seemed much different from the twittering girls who usually clung to her sequined skirts and leather seats. Leonard drove them in style while Zane tried his first Cristal, not an event he was sure to forget. Even if the popular stuff didn’t taste all that much better than a Dom Perignon, the experience was one to remember.

Iyla, impressed with Zane’s manners as they exited the car, felt on top of the world. This was her playground, her native surroundings. A party, all for her. Not for all those other birthdays, just her, even if a few of them swung by for a drink. She took his arm, proud to be dangling from the altruistic and now well dressed Mr. Invisible Reflection, ready to begin the night’s festivities in earnest.

“Thank you, such a gentleman,” Iyla purred, intent on not fidgeting over the misplaced centerpieces or lack of ice sculpture she’d ordered last minute. How hard was it to carve an ice dancer in less than five hours? “I’ll take a vodka gimlet, make sure they use Rose’s Lime Juice.” Her eyes were already roaming over the crowd, a bit light for her taste, but it was still early enough. For a moment, she had a flash of that disastrous night, flames licking up the curtains, Tomas’ face disappearing behind a wall of fire.

Iyla cleared her throat and smiled. “I’ll just be a moment, have to make the rounds of course. Come and find me when you get those drinks, doll.”

Something flashed in Iyla’s eyes, barely visible in the room’s faint glow but it was there. Only for a second, her previous persona returning almost instantly. Zane wondered if she was worried about the party, wanting it to go well, but he didn’t ask. She was already moving on to other thoughts, whatever the fleeting one had been about, it was dismissed, and Zane decided to let her. His self assigned job tonight was making sure Iyla enjoyed her birthday. She probably didn’t need any help with that but as of right now, she was the only person he knew here, however little he did know.

Her drink was ordered with utmost care, the bartender giving a pleased nod at Zane when he made the special request. As if he knew anything about what he’d just ordered. The order was made for two drinks, if only so he had something to hold onto and better blend into the crowd, and then the mission of finding Iyla began. People were chatting happily all around, sipping various drinks and seeming to be having a generally good time. A brief thought, wondering just how many of these people Iyla actually knew. As he stood, thankful for the extra height in allowing him to better survey the crowd in the hopes of finding Iyla, a woman approached. She seemed tipsy but friendly.

“Ah, who’s the lucky lady getting a drink delivery?” she asked, hand unnecessarily running over his upper arm. The first thought was that he didn’t have a lucky lady but, in the weird twist of events that this evening was, Zane was indeed delivering drinks to a lady. Looking around for said lady, with no luck, he smiled sheepishly. “The host actually. I was on my way to find her, so-” His sentence was caught short as the woman scoffed, grabbing one of the drinks from his hand with not so much as a hint of hesitation. “Iyla? Why bother with her. Honestly.” Zane shifted uncomfortably, making one last attempt at spotting the woman currently being trash talked by this stranger.

This was Iyla’s element. Drinks flowing, music pumping, people dressed to the nines, all for her. This town wasn’t the most happening in the country, nor was it the highest class, but the Sky Bar offered at least a modicum of quality. She stopped chatting for just a moment, gazing out over the peaks, a faint glow emanating from behind the mountains. It was almost magical.

Iyla’s magic wasn’t beautiful like that. Sometimes it could be, but it was tinged with something darker, something bitter. Revenge may be sweet, and it certainly tasted that way to the fury, but it could be hollow too. Especially when it wasn’t her own. Coming back to the party at hand and wondering what was taking Zane so long, Iyla smiled and excused herself from a banal conversation, just in time to hear her name. Her name accompanied by the words ‘why bother with her’.

Fury rose within her, not an uncommon feeling but one she hadn’t thought her party would induce. Iyla stomped in Zane’s direction, her attention on the drunk woman beside him, the woman holding her drink and tarnishing her name. “Funny, I was about to say the same about you,” Iyla snarled, crossing her arms over her sequined bodice. “Apologies, but I don’t remember stating ‘Messy drunk bitches’ on the invitation.” Power rolled off her, and even though she couldn’t do anything with it, not until someone asked her to, Iyla knew it was felt. She might not be able to use her magic, but she could still use one thing.

Iyla slapped the drink upward so quickly the vodka missed the woman’s face entirely, though the martini glass didn’t. Shards of glass sprinkled her cakey foundation, small droplets of blood blossoming while fresh tears started. “Oh! I’m so sorry, I’m so clumsy sometimes!” Iyla feigned innocence, snapping for a waitress to come and call a med kit. “Here, Iris will get you all fixed up, but I do think you should grab a cab home…you don’t want to bleed all over the carpet.” She turned to her date who wasn’t a date but also was. “Let’s go get another drink while Messy Martha here gets fixed up.”

Iyla’s appearance was a tangible relief, loosening the knot in his chest because she could definitely take charge of this situation and get Zane out of it. There was no way she had the same response as him to awkward scenarios as these, which usually ended way too close to the ‘freeze’ spectrum of stress response. This instant relief was very short lived however as another feeling washed over him, seeming to resonate off his non-date for the evening. She was angry in a way he had somehow assumed someone as composed as Iyla couldn’t get. His longing to end this situation finally overpowered the awkward politeness but it was too late.

There was blood and crying and a small commotion, controlled completely by the woman Zane was now realized he didn’t really know at all. Instinct told him to help the injured woman but what he assumed was the champagne from before seemed to be settling in, making his head feel like it was filled with cotton. Which made it really hard not to focus on how good the blood smelled, even through the stinging smell of vodka. So he let Iyla usher him away from the scene towards the bar where it felt safer, the piercing look that had been in his companion’s eyes seconds before the glass exploded still reeling in Zane’s head.

The second glass he’d gotten for himself, mostly as a prop, was raised to his lips for a lack of something better to do as Zane tried to get a hang on what had just happened. Iyla ordered her drink and he watched her curiously. She was back to the persona he’d witnessed for most of the evening, seeming completely unfazed by the whole thing. “I’m sorry about your drink,” he finally said dumbly, not sure where else to begin. “She sort of just… took it.” A pause. “Are you… okay?” Asking Iyla that and not the woman who was being escorted out with napkins pressed to her face was odd but it seemed the safest question to ask at this moment.

A flurry of waitresses and bar staff surrounded Martha, a woman who for some reason thought she was always invited to Iyla’s parties even though she always made a scene. Someone had screamed and there were hushed whispers, wondering what happened, but just like any other party, it dissipated quickly. There were other, more fun, events happening, and one case of a spilled drink or a few flecks of blood wasn’t going to keep a crowd down for long.

Iyla ordered them another pair of drinks, this time taking hers directly from the bartender. She raised it to her lips, finally tasting the perfectly crafted cocktail, one her mother had taught her how to make to perfection but so many got wrong. “Ugh, I’m sorry you had to see that. I know it wasn’t your fault, that bitch always thinks she can just take anything that’s mine. Drinks, men, women, shoes…” Iyla settled against the bar, leaning her elbow on the surprisingly unsticky surface and looked up at Zane. Poor thing looked like he’d seen a ghost.

Iyla’s voice went from annoyed to sincere in a matter of seconds. “Oh, and I’m sorry about the blood. Was that hard for you? Or if you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine too. We can just drink and dance and stargaze.”

Zane drank when she did, knowing that alcohol for worry and stress wasn’t recommended for a reason but this evening was already a mess so he let the sour-sweet taste of the drink soothe him. It seemed that Iyla had a long standing feud with the woman and even though he couldn’t say he agreed with the host’s methods, it was definitely rude to show up to a birthday, drunk, and start berating the birthday girl to anyone willing to listen. His shock over the whole situation was fading, whether under the comfortable blanket of alcohol or because he felt a bit sorry for Iyla having an unwanted guest, and Zane found that he much preferred the sincere version of Iyla.

“The blood…?” Had she noticed him staring? His eyes hadn’t changed, had they? No, this was way too calm of a response to anything like that. She was just being kind. “Oh, no! I mean, I see way more than that at work, just… caught me by surprise is all.” It was easy to forget that Iyla had verbally and physically hurt a woman, literally moments ago, when she was being kind and almost genuine now. And trying to enjoy this evening in the way they’d been having fun before in the town car, letting her dote over his tie and chuckle at how much Zane liked the champagne, seemed much more appealing than the evening being ruined by this. Ruin the risk of friendship.

“I have two left feet but if you’re willing to risk it, me dancing can definitely be your worst birthday present this year.”

“Yes, the blood.” And the no reflection. Iyla was constantly grateful she hadn’t been made into a vampire, losing her ability to see herself in the mirror, plus the taste of blood…the though had her wrinkling her nose. To anyone else, it must have come off as someone who simply couldn’t handle the sight of blood. “Mhm…” She placated, her eyes narrowing just a bit. A newbie, then, she decided. Most older vampires she knew wore it proudly, once someone was in the know. But perhaps that was just the crowd she ran in. No point in pretended we aren’t what we are, she thought. Might as well embrace it.

Iyla smiled at her date for the evening. Sexual attraction or not, Zane here was her lovely ken doll for the evening, a perfectly wonderful plaything that she wanted to drag out of whatever shell he was hiding in. She downed the rest of her drink, all the alcohol she’d ingested finally making its way to her brian. Curses of being undead. “Well then let’s forget that ugliness, and cut a rug.” Iyla held out her arm, waiting for Zane to be the gentleman and lead her out to the floor. “I can think of no better present.” And for once, for one inexplicable moment, she actually meant it.

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