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dreamingofep · 1 year

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For the Heart

(Elvis/Austin!Elvis x reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: no not at all. This idea popped in my head at midnight the other night and couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Prompt: You are Elvis Presley’s latest girlfriend. You are a new actor in Hollywood and fall head over heels with him on set and your whirlwind romance begins. | [Fem!Reader ]

TW: Sexxx. Cussing, masturbation, fingering (f. receiving) teasing/tension, some spanking, dom!Elvis, unprotected p in v, cream pie, short time skips, inaccurate to Elvis timeline. Priscilla doesn't exist in this timeline.

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors

Do NOT Interact)

| Word Count: 7.2k

A/N: Hi guys this is my first fic I’ve written in 8 years so I’m really nervous about it lol. But I really hope you do enjoy and like this story. Please feel free to comment and message me your thoughts I’d love the feedback! Sorry for any spelling mistakes or goofs.

April 1967

You were laying in bed wrapped up in blankets, staring a hole into the ceiling. Glancing over at the clock, you see it's 1:30 am and let out a sigh. You know you should be fast asleep by now but you’re restless tonight. Being alone in Elvis’ room when he wasn't here was always so lonely and made this mansion seem so much bigger than it actually was.

The scent of him lingered in the primary suite and surrounded you like a warm blanket. Even when he wasn’t here, you felt his presence in the halls and wished he was here by your side now. You were so accustomed to staying up late hours with how Elvis lived his everyday rock and roll lifestyle. Sleeping all day and partying all night was something your system got used to so when he wasn't around and was shooting his next movie in Hollywood, your body would just naturally stay up missing those nights.

It was June of 1965 and you just turned twenty-one a few days ago. That was the day, you broke the news to your parents that you were ready to move to California and pursue your dreams of being an actor. They were stubborn and uncompliant at first, stating all the obvious things like, “you don’t know anyone there!” and “it’s too dangerous for a girl like you!” But you were determined, you were ready for the next step in your life, you couldn’t stay here and rot away. You booked your one-way ticket to Los Angeles International Airport and kissed your parents goodbye and stepped on that plane and knew your life will never be the same.

You would write to your parents every day about how great things were going and how the first time you stepped off the plane, you really felt at home. It was hard for them to let you go and move so far away from home. They thought you would be a Colorado girl forever but you were enthralled by movies and the dazzling lights of Hollywood. You knew from a very early age that was where you belonged. So after graduating high school, you took acting lessons, singing lessons, and anything else to make yourself a dynamic artist. You worked at the local diner working 6 days a week and saved half your tips into a jar you labeled, “for the city of angels.”

You hadn’t had much luck at first and naturally, you felt discouraged. As a new actor in Hollywood, this place scared you. The competition is fierce and the beauty is unmatched.

But of course, just as you’re ready to give up, someone notices you and you book a job. At first, you were getting little magazine jobs, modeling in the background of pictures, or getting background roles on tv shows. Things were really looking up as you were booking more and more consistently and your happiness grew.

At the start of 1966, you are gaining momentum in your career and actually getting speaking roles in tv and film! You can’t believe this is your life and you’re starting to earn a living this way. A few weeks into January, you get a call from your manager, Alan, that you just got booked for a new exciting film but you had to be discreet.

“Well, that’s amazing Alan! Can’t you tell me what it’s for?! You can’t just tell me you have good news but can’t even tell me what it is! I promise not to say a word!” Your heart is racing with anticipation. Could this be my big break? Would this completely change my path?

That’s putting it mildly.

“Okay okay y/n, I’ll tell you but you just can’t say anything yet. So that audition you did a few weeks ago, about the race-car driver and the girls trying to marry him, you got the part of one of the girls and- ”

“Oh my gosh seriously?! No way! This is the biggest speaking role I’ve ever gotten oh my gosh Alan this is amazing! But wait, why do I have to keep this hush-hush?”

Alan laughs, amused by the excitement in your voice, “Well I was trying to get to that but you got excited. Alright, the big part of this is who the lead is… it’s Elvis Presley y/n. You’re going to be in a movie with the Elvis Presley in Spinout!”

You jump up from the sofa and start to scream. You could not believe what he was telling you! All that work and all the times you felt like giving up were worth it.

You had loved Elvis for as long as you could remember. Your father absolutely hated when you would blast his records in the living room. He thought he was a terrible influence and was going to ruin society. You would just laugh at your father and play it over and over again not caring. You loved this man’s voice and the way he moved… you had no idea what was happening to your body but it was like you were mesmerized by his hips and the way he would move on the stage.

The stern conversation you got with your parents when you decided to sneak into the living room to watch him on TV with Sinatra. They were repulsed by that boy on television and catching you of all people watching it was just unbelievable to them. But you couldn’t care less. You really liked it. His energy and charisma was contagious and you could never get enough of him. This man had a way of drawing people in like a moth to a flame, irresistible in every way.

You'll never forget your first day on set and you were racked with nerves just before meeting Elvis. You checked your hair and makeup a million times in the mirror before you heard the knock on your trailer door. You opened the door and all you could see were those sparkling cobalt eyes looking back into yours.

The energy he possessed was so undeniably attractive and you tried to fight it in every way but your heart and your body got in the way of all of that. He greets you with so much kindness and charm you want to faint.

“Hi dear, I'm Elvis Presley, it's a pleasure to meet you. Can't wait to work with you these next few months,” he says, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. You blush instantly and want to hide your face from him that this was the reaction he got out of you just from a ten second exchange! How the hell were you going to make it through your lines with him?!

He had the southern charm that made you smile whether you wanted to or not and showed so much kindness to everyone on set. But the way he would look at you in particular, was enough to make you a stuttering mess. Those deep blue eyes stared into yours and you knew you were doomed into falling in love with him.

He’d ask you to come and hang out with him in his dressing room between shots and just get to know you more. He made you feel calm, and at peace. He was a great listener and made you feel like he really cared about what you had to say.

That peace got placed on pause when his body touched yours. Whether it was a hug or when he put his hand on your thigh, your heart pounded in your ears and you couldn’t help but want him more than anything. He had so much sexual energy that you couldn't fight and he knew it. You weren’t oblivious that this was the man that millions of women fawned over and threw themselves at him any chance they got. He was no angel but it didn��t bother you too much. It came with the territory and knew there was nothing you could do about it.

In those alone moments, Elvis made you feel like the only girl on this planet and you just loved it. It was like a dance you two had. He’d touch your hand and you’d touch his hand back. He’d brush you hair off your face and you’d reach over and touch his perfect face, pretending he had a crumb on it or something. It never failed to send a thrill through you and you could tell he loved it when you would touch him so gently. The crew could tell he favored giving attention to you and would tease you about it. You would act as if you had no idea what they were talking about but you knew you two had an attraction for each other like nothing else you’ve ever experienced.

A month into you being on set with Elvis, one night in his dressing room, he pulls you in close and asks you to be his girlfriend. You smile the biggest smile you’ve ever made in your life and whisper yes. He pulls you into his arms and gives you this deep passionate kiss that makes you melt into him. You’ve never felt so happy.

Those beautiful memories of your lover snap you back to reality making you realize it's another night of being by yourself. What you would give to go back a year and revisit those moments together. A tinge of sadness strikes your heart but Elvis was almost done filming his latest picture. He’d be home in 5 days and you could not wait. It had been a long three months since you saw him and you missed him so much.

Being in his arms felt like home and you longed for that. He’d make a point to call you every night and tell you how the day went and ask you what you have been up to. He’d ask you what the latest auditions you’ve gotten and if you’ve booked anything on the horizon. You two would talk for hours, pouring each other's hearts out to one another and longing for the day you get to see one another.

Between juggling your schedule with acting and modeling gigs that would take you all over the country, you also have a boyfriend on the other side of the country filming his movies and trying your best to prioritize each other. It was really hard to have a perfectly balanced life. Not that you’d ever complain, but you knew this was not a normal relationship. You were dating Elvis Presley. The King of rock and roll. There was bound to be some difficulties.

You'd occasionally send him a polaroid of yourself in some scandalous lingerie and hope he wouldn't forget he has a girl at home waiting for him. You knew you were young and he may want someone else to fill that void in his heart but for the meantime, you tried not to think of that.

You missed his lips, and how soft and plump they felt on your skin. How large his hands felt when he was grabbing your hips forward to grind on his hard erection. You missed having your brains fucked out of you anytime you wanted and how he would cuddle you after drifting to a deep sleep together.

Getting up out of bed, you turn on the lamp and go to the sofa across the room and pick up some magazines that were left on the coffee table. You flipped through a fashion one but it couldn’t keep your attention so you went to grab another one. There on the front cover was Elvis’ gorgeous smile. You melt and just wish those gorgeous eyes were looking at yours in real life.

You flip through the page and start reading through the article about him about the latest project and the songs he's going to be recording for the picture. The picture they took for the feature made him look so good. You could swear his face was sculpted by the gods themselves. He was the most perfect-looking man you’ve ever seen and wanted him here, taking care of you in every way imaginable.

You lean back on the sofa and sighed, feeling so needy for his touch and his-

God, what a wreck you've become. You felt ridiculous needing a man this way but you couldn’t help it. This was the longest amount of time you two had spent away from each other and your body was so used to having him any time you wanted. He knew your body like the back of his hand and knew all the ways to get a rise out of you. Each time he would take you, it felt so passionate, so intense, you couldn’t believe that a man could make love to you like this.

The throbbing between your legs was starting to overshadow any logical thoughts. You lift your nightgown up just above your matching panties and start to think of how good Elvis’ hands would feel on you right now. Looking back at the magazine, his eyes burn into yours and your need for him takes over your whole body.

You gently start rubbing your clit over your panties and let out a sigh. Flashbacks from passionate nights that seemed like eons ago come back to you so clearly.

His sexy deep voice whispering in your ear telling you how much he loves you and all the things he wants to do to you. You roll your hips into your fingers putting more pressure on your clit and let out a soft moan. Your wetness starts to pool and your heartbeat starts to rise. “Elvis,” you moan out needing him more than anything right now. The idea of his cock deep in your pussy has you rolling your eyes back and makes you desperate for something inside you.

You push your panties to the side and feel how wet you’ve become and run your index finger up and down your folds. You keep spreading the wetness and you lean your head back ready to slip a finger inside yourself. You start to inch your finger in slowly when you hear a voice behind you.

“Well, hello darlin’.”

Elvis utters under his breath, just a few feet behind the sofa.

Oh shit.

You jump at the sound of his voice completely shocked he’d even be here. Even more embarrassed that he might have walked in on you touching yourself.

Your heart was beating through your chest and couldn't figure out what your next move would be. You quickly straighten out your nightgown and stand up and face him behind the couch.

The sly smile on his face makes you blush and you run around the sofa and jump up and hug him, wrapping your legs around his torso. The feeling of him wrapping you up in his arms and hugging you tight makes you the happiest you’ve felt in months.

He breaks the hug and looks at your face, taking you all in, “I’ve missed you, honey.” He presses his lips onto yours and you feel the passion seeping through. You grab him by the back of the back neck to deepen the kiss and your tongue starts to explore his mouth. You feel a smile start to form on his face.

“Well someone missed me,” he chuckles and sets you back down on the ground.

“Yes of course honey,” you laugh with him, slightly breathless. “I had no idea you were coming home so early! This is the best thing I could have imagined. I’ve missed you so much honey I can’t even begin to tell you.” You reach up and grab his face to give him another kiss, showing him how much you needed him. Elvis takes you by the hand to lead you around the sofa to sit down next to him.

You sit down and feel the wetness that has pooled down to your panties. You breathe in sharply and shift in your seat to not make it too noticeable how uncomfortable you were. Elvis sits next to you and puts his hand on your upper thigh. The coolness of his rings pressing into your soft flesh drives you mad.

He brushes your long blonde hair behind your ear and runs his hand over your back and rests it just above your ass.

“Whatcha been doing while I’ve been gone, baby? Have you been stayin’ good for me?” he looks deep into your eyes and you can’t look away. It’s like he knows every last thought you’ve been having over the last ten minutes. Your breathing starts to pick up again and you give him your best innocent eyes and reach up to touch his face.

“Oh, honey, of course I’ve been good for you. You’re all I’ve been thinking about though honey. Missing your beautiful face.”

“Mmm, me too doll me too. You’re all I think about too…” He trails off and plants a kiss right on your jawline making you take in a sharp breath. He inches his hand further up your thigh and scrunches the fabric of your gown up exposing your panties.

“Now, tell me hon, what were you doing just before I came in…” He puts another kiss on your neck this time, making you fall apart at the seams already. You're so touch deprived you can’t believe how easily you’re coming apart for him.

“Oh nothin’ baby, I was just r-reading some magazines and stuff… that’s all baby. I couldn't sleep. How was your flight over here? Was it ok?” You say, trying to change the subject quickly.

“Flight was fine baby. We can catch up later but right now, I’m just more curious about what you were doing with that magazine with my face on it.” He says slyly, raising his eyebrows at you.

“I was just reading the articles and going through the pictures and was about to try to head to bed again, that’s all dear.” You say trying to not maintain eye contact but his gaze is magnetic and you stay looking at him. You know he can see through your lie and the blood rushes to your face and your ears. His hand is still on your upper thigh and he starts to rub his thumb in slow circles, just inches from your panty line. You shift a bit, needing to move and desperate to make him drop the topic.

“Come on honey, let's go to bed. You must be exhausted after working so much and your long flight over here. What pajamas do you want to wear tonight I'll go grab them.” You start to get up on your feet but feel Elvis’ hands grab your hips, sitting you back down roughly.

He gives a slight chuckle and moves to sit on the edge of the coffee table and faces you.

“I know you’re lying to me, lil mama. Why do you want to lie to me?” He places both of his hands on the top of your thighs and waits for your answer. Slowly he moves his hands to the inner parts of your legs and applies pressure with his thumbs just inches away from your core.

“Honey… no please I’m so embarrassed. I don’t want you to know what I was doing. I have not been good for you.” You whine, leaning in to kiss him again but he leans back and turns his face away from you.

“Uhuh honey, no lyin’ to me,” he says and spreads your legs apart for him. You freeze, so overwhelmed by his bold move. He has never called you out like this and your whole body is on edge. “I know you’ve been lying to me. I saw your head leaned back, fingers in your panties wishing it was me teasing you instead. I just know you’ve been wanting my cock so bad and can’t help touching yourself over the thought.”

“Please baby… stop I can’t… I’m sorry.” You say grabbing onto his hands wanting him to move his hands up higher to touch your throbbing core. He doesn’t move though. He sees what you’re trying to do and is more stubborn than anyone else on this earth. He always gets what he wants and he knows it.

“No, you don’t get to move my hands or have any other part of me until you tell me exactly what you were wanting before I walked in here. You need to show me exactly what you need.” All you can do is shake your head no.

“That’s not the answer I wanted,” he growls in your ear and lifts your night gown off your body. He hooks his finger on the sides of your panties and tears them off your hips leaving you completely exposed. You don’t move. He has never done anything like this and the possessiveness is rolling off of him in heat waves and consuming you whole.

He grabs you by the ankles, bends your legs up, and plants your feet on the sofa spreading you wide. Your heart is pounding and you can’t control the gasps that are coming out of you. He continues to look at you like he can devour you whole and has a tight grip on your ankles, his rings digging into your skin.

”So, you want to be difficult and stubborn hmm? Then I’ll just leave this pussy throbbing and needy for me. I’m not giving in until you show me, honey.” You can’t help but moan in frustration and you want him to help you get what you need. The release you've been craving for months, the one that has been keeping you up at night was ready to explode. And now that he’s here in front of you, you are desperate.

“Baby, please I need you so bad. I want your hands all over me and making me feel so good. I was thinking about all the times you’ve made me cum all over that cock and how you are the only man that can fuck me right. I’ve needed you for months now,” Your hand slowly makes its way to that bundle of nerves, and the feeling of how wet you’ve gotten drives you crazy.

Elvis’ eyes are locked onto you slowly rubbing circles on your clit and moany breaths are slipping out of your lips as you are thankful for the friction and needing some release.

“Mmm yes, honey I like that. Keep touching yourself. Tell me what else you need from me. I promise I’ll give it to you but I need to see it first.” He tightens the grip on your ankles and leans in closer, getting a better look at your dripping cunt.

“Goddamn baby, you are so fucking wet. I could just eat all that cream that’s coming out of you. You look absolutely delicious.” He lets out a sigh and you pick up the pace of your fingers on your clit. The sound of how wet you are is driving him over the edge and you see his dick twitch.

“God Elvis please I need all of you inside me. I want to feel you shoot your hot load deep inside of me. I have been thinkin’ about it for weeks and weeks. Please baby don’t make me beg anymore.” You say moaning louder and louder. He’s still not budging and know your words just aren't going to do the trick.

Slight anxiety runs through you as you've never done this in front of him. Taking a deep breath in, you decide to slip your middle finger inside yourself and throw your head back with the feeling of getting something inside you. It’s not quite as satisfying as what you really need but it helps take care of that need.

You hear Elvis moan, watching you intently. This reaction out of him just makes you pump your finger in and out of yourself at a steady pace. The wet squelching sounds come out of your pussy louder the faster you go. You start to whine and your eyes open, drifting to examine all of Elvis’ reactions to you.

His breathing becomes labored and starts to moan out “oh fuck,” the more you finger yourself. Your eyes continue looking down at him and look at how good he looks in his button up shirt, chest exposed, tailored slacks and down to the blue argyle socks on his feet. The buttons being undone to the middle of his torso made him look irresistible. This bold fashion choice makes you want him so much more. The slightest thing he does or depending on what he’s wearing can make him drip in sexual charisma and it was your weakness. Your eyes go lower and see the erection forming in his pants. Biting your bottom lip, you want him more than ever. It always shocked you how big he really was. It had been a while since you saw him naked and your eyes couldn’t help but stare at how thick and long he was.

You kept staring at that perfect cock and slip a second finger inside you, curling them inside and moan louder loving how it feels.

“E-Elvis, please baby I’m begging you. I need that hard cock inside me. Please, honey, I need you to feel how tight I am for you.” A moan comes out of you that is full of frustration and need.

You can’t keep this going for long because your coil is about to snap. A few more pumps from your fingers and you cum all over your fingers and watch as milky cum pools on the sofa. You gasp for air and feel your pussy clenching your fingers. Elvis can’t tear his eyes off of you, mesmerized by how your pussy is clenching around your fingers. He pulls your fingers out of you and picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. He starts walking over to the bed in long, quick strides.

“Woah, honey! What are you doing?! Put me down!” you scream not knowing what he has in store. His hand smacks your ass hard, sending a shock through your entire body.

“This is for being so difficult and stubborn you naughty girl. I could have been inside you ten minutes ago. Could have been cumming around me instead of your little fingers.”

He goes for another spank and this time a moan slips out and he throws you on the bed, your hands catching the fall. You’re left on you hands and knees and feel Elvis’ arm wrap around your torso, stilling you.

Leaning over and pushing away the hair that has fallen in your face, Elvis’ whole presence is commanding the room and you don’t dare to move.

“Tell me mama, are you going to be good for me or going to continue to be a bad girl?” He rubs your ass slowly waiting for the answer.

You turn your head, looking at him over your shoulder, “I’ll be good baby I swear,” you pant, waiting anxiously for his next move.

Elvis spanks you again and flips you over in one swift motion. “Mmm, good girl. Now honey, how hard was that? Telling me exactly what you wanted.” His hands trail across your face, drifting further down to your chest and squeezing your breasts. You let out a muffled moan, still waiting to see what he was going to do next. His eyes make their way to your leaking cunt and grunts when his thumb makes contact with your wet throbbing clit. “God, you were so sexy ‘bout to lose my goddamn mind watching you do that to yourself. And all over the sight of me?”

He gets up off the bed and takes off his shirt and throws it on the floor. He’s standing tall, looking absolutely gorgeous at the end of the bed all sun kissed from the California sun. He looks down at his crotch then back up to you. Examining you like prey laid out on the bed.

“Look what you’ve done to me, honey. Made this cock so hard and hungry for you. Are you ready for me? Ready to make you mine again?”

You sit up and continue to look at his erection. You have no words and all you can do is nod.

Unbuttoning his pants, you slowly pull his zipper down. Grabbing the sides of his pants by the waistband, you slip his pants off his hips and watch his cock spring free. A moan comes out of you and can’t help but touch him. The veins protruding on his shaft and how red his tip was, was driving you mad.

“Oh fuck,” you moan, thinking Elvis can't hear you.

“You like what you see honey? See what you've done to me?”

“Mmhm, I should do it more often,” you say coyly and place your hand around his shaft. He looked huge in your small hand and your body shakes in anticipation.

You like the feeling of how warm it is in your palm and want to lick up the precum that is leaking out of his tip. You slowly pull his foreskin back and rub his head, spreading the warm liquid all over him and start to jerk him off slowly. He throws his head back with a sigh and moans the more you move your hand along.

Suddenly, he grabs a fist full of your hair and pulls your head back and arches your body towards him at the edge of the bed. His cock resting between your breasts, his heat burning into your chest. His eyes are so full of lust and power, there’s no way you can resist him.

“Oh, lil mama I’m gonna make you cum over and over for me. I’ve been needing you so bad. Been waking up in the middle of the night with my cock so hard wishing I could put it in this perfect pussy of yours.”

You start begging and clawing at his arms to give you the attention you need. He lets go of your hair and lays you back down on the bed. Picking you up by your hips, Elvis pulls your body to the edge of the bed and rests his cock on top of you stomach. He takes his left hand and grabs both of your wrists and raises them above your head. You’re completely at his mercy and can’t move with how strong he is. Slowly, he starts to jerk himself with his other hand, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your folds, putting more pressure on your clit knowing how it sends you over the edge.

“Are you ready for me lil’ mama? Hmm? Ready to be a good girl for me and take this dick?” he moans, teasing your entrance with just the tip.

“E… please I can’t wait any longer. Please fuck me,” you whine with no ounce of control left in your system.

He lines himself up with you again and slowly pushes himself in you.

The feeling of him stretching you is so overwhelming and you try to claw at the blankets underneath you, needing to release this pain but pleasure that is building up inside of you.

His eyebrow furrows and his mouth makes a delicious O shape and lets out a deep guttural moan. “Goddamn it baby you’re so tight, squeezing me so hard already. It's been too long since I fucked you,” he leans down and kisses you roughly on the mouth.

Your entire body is shuttering from the sensations you are feeling. You want more of him but know your body just isn’t ready for it and Elvis knows to take it slow with you. He pulls out of you and shoves two fingers inside you, curling them and hitting that spot that only he can. You feel like you can cum again but you do everything to try and wait to have him feel it when he's inside of you. He continues to pump his fingers in and out of you making you even wetter than you ever thought you could become.

“Mmm yes, baby you’re almost ready for me. You feel so good,” he praises and proceeds to slip in a third finger inside your dripping cunt.

You moan out in ecstasy and start to grind yourself into his fingers, his rings hitting your clit every time you move your hips down to meet the rhythm he has made. He starts to show that crooked smile you love so much and you look down to see his throbbing cock, the tip glistening with your juices.

“Get back inside me baby, please I need it,” you say as you lean your head back in the blankets arching your back slightly showing him how bad you need this. Without warning, he pulls his fingers out of you and enters you once again. This time he does side in easier but is still very taught around his girth.

Elvis’ moans fill the suite followed by expletives muttered under his breath. The look in his eyes was pure fire. He could never get enough of you and how you took him so well. He starts to move his hips more, testing out the waters to see what you wanted the most tonight. He puts his free hand underneath the small of your back lifting you up making you arch a bit. Taking on this new angle, it sends you to the heavens. Just when you think that’s as good as it can possibly feel, he bottoms out and fills you completely. He doesn’t move for a while, letting your body adjust to his size. The rhythm he sets is achingly slow but you relish of how great it feels.

He kisses you deeply and moves his mouth to your breasts. He starts sucking on the sides of them knowing how sensitive they can be in those spots. As he continues to suckle welts into your breasts, he starts to move in and out of your pussy with a steadier tempo. With how much stimulation you are receiving, you can’t hold back the moans and the screams that are coming out of your mouth.

Elvis gives your breasts one final suck and pulls away from your upper body and proceeds to fuck you, leaning back a bit as he watches how your pussy consumes his cock whole.

“God baby you look so good. Taking my cock so well even after all this time,” he teases and lifts both of your legs onto his shoulders.

“How does this feel honey? Do you like it when I rearrange your guts? Making this pussy cum all over me hmm?” He moves his hips with more vigor and is hitting your G spot every single time. You groan out in pleasure, needing more time to get more adjusted to the position but love how deep he is. He’s relentless. He keeps pounding into you harder and harder watching you fall apart at the seams.

“Elvis! E-E-Elvis I’m so close oh god please,” you beg over and over like he’s your saving grace. A few more thrusts and you were seeing stars behind your eyelids. You scream his name over and over, unable to control your body or your mind. He tries to keep this pace but your pussy was squeezing him so tight he was starting to lose control and loved how you felt around his cock. You continue to squeeze him, unable to think clearly about anything else.

“Oh fuck yes honey keep cumming all over me. I don’t want you to stop,” he groans over you. The sound of him and his words keep you on your high and you don’t want this to end. You feel completely out of your body and start to shake from so much stimulation.

He’s not done with you and you know it. Elvis squeezes your thighs with his massive hands and uses them as leverage and pounds into you faster, chasing his high you know is coming soon. “Honey, look at me. I want you to cum one more time before I do,” he pants looking down at you in a sexed out daze. You squeeze your eye shut tight, not knowing how much more you can take. You start to protest, “oh God honey I- I-I can't!”

He never takes no for an answer so you knew he wasn’t going to like hearing what you had to say. He only heard a challenge and he loved a challenge.

“Oh, I know you can baby. Fall apart for me again and then I’ll fill you to the brim with my cum.” He spits on his hand and slowly starts rubbing your clit in circles and you can feel the heat in your belly roar. You can’t even look at him anymore, your body feels so weak all you can do is wraith in pleasure on top of the bed, grabbing fistfuls of the covers each time he thrusts into you and rubs your swollen bud.

Elvis’ tempo is becoming more and more erratic and your coil is about to snap again. Applying more pressure to your clit you know that’s it and you see stars once again and it was somehow even more intense than the first one. You scream out once again and hear Elvis moan too.

But something feels different this time. Your orgasm continues but there is so much more pressure you feel in your stomach you don’t understand what is happening. Elvis continues to pound the shit out of you and before you know it, a warm liquid is shooting out of you, spraying the base of Elvis’ cock and his lower tummy.

You have no control over what’s happening. You keep screaming out and feel another large spray come out of you making Elvis growl and moan out your name. “Oh god yes y/n. God you feel so good.”

His hips begin to stutter and you watch as he leans his head back to the ceiling, “Aw hell mama, I’m gonna cum oh fuuuuckk,” he moans and you feel his cock twitch over and over again inside you. Feeling his thick cum spraying your walls and seeing him chase the high he's been waiting to get is the hottest thing you could ever witness. He places his hand up your throat, giving it a light squeeze as he slows his pace and his pulsating dick finally stops.

He pulls out of you, lets go of your wrists that he's been keeping in his grasp, and gets on top of your chest. Both of you breathing erratic and heavy. You are left breathless and completely fucked out of your mind. You have no idea what to say as you realize you have no idea what liquid just came out of you not once, but twice.

Holy shit what was that? Did I just pee on him? Oh god I’m so embarrassed… Could I have squirted? You had heard of stories of people having the most intense orgasm that they can squirt as a result of it. But you never thought you would be able to do it!

Elvis looks up at you, sweat dripping from his brow, and giving you the most sensual smile. You start to get self-conscious and don’t know what to say.

“Honey I- I-... I’m so sorry about that I have no clue what was happening I made you an absolute mess I'm sorry,” you trail off, not wanting to look at the reaction on his face.

He lets out a soft chuckle. “Oh woah woah honey no need to be upset. Why would I be mad at that?” he pulls you onto your side and holds you in your arms. “Baby, that was the hottest thing I have ever witnessed. God I could watch that for hours it was so good baby.” You look up at him with a sly smirk and can’t help but giggle. “Really baby? Didn’t make you wish you hadn't come home early?” Elvis smiles that’s boyish grin he always does and grabs you closer. Squeezing you by the ass and makes you look at him as he places his other hand on your jaw.

“Baby you squirting was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. And quite frankly, I’m gonna want to make you squirt like that again and again from here on out,” he says grabbing your face and planting a heated kiss on your lips. You knew he was telling the truth and all your insecurity was washed away. You break away and grab his face, “It was the most insane, intense feeling I have ever had, E. I had no clue I could even do that,” you exclaim and feel the smile expanding over your face.

“Me either honey,” he chuckles, “Just another way I can make you a huge mess for me,” he moans into your mouth, going in for another kiss.

“I missed you so much E. This was the greatest surprise I could have ever gotten.” You trail your hands up and down his chest, feeling the warm sweat linger there. This was the most passionate lovemaking you’ve had in ages and you feel like your high off of his dick.

“Come on honey, let's go downstairs and make you something to eat.” He pulls you up by the hand and gets you up off the bed.

“E, I’ve already eaten dinner hours ago. It’s 2:30 in the morning,” you say glancing over at the clock.

“ Well, darlin’...” He pulls you in close, pressing his body to yours feeling the heat roll off of him. “I hate to tell ya, but I am nowhere close to being finished with you. I have so many different ways I want to make you cum for me,” he says seductively, biting his lower lip sending an electric shock wave through your entire system.

“...fuck…” you whisper into his chest, your thoughts begin to race and your heart starts to hammer away in your chest.

“Well, in that case, I think I'll take one of your famous peanut butter, honey, and banana sandwiches you love so much.” you giggle softly and reach for another kiss.

“Coming right up, baby. I love you so much y/n.” He looks at you and takes you all in.

“I love you too E,” you whisper, hoping that all of this would never end.

He takes you by the hand and leads you to the door, wrapping your robe around your shoulders and helps you put your arms through. He puts his on too and you both sneak down stairs giggling like little school girls.

Sitting at the kitchen table, you take this moment in. Enjoying your little slice of heaven.

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lythea-creation · 25 days

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Expectations - Shams x fem reader (Chapter 4)

Chapter 1

Previous Chapter

warnings: nothing new rlly

word count: 1.014

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I woke up in Shams' bed, my girlfriend soundly asleep beside me. It was not anything unusual. Omar had carried me to her bed lots of times before when I had fallen asleep on the couch.

It took me a moment to remember yesterdays events and when I did my stomach was doing back-flips.

What was I supposed to do now? Would my dad come and search for me? How will he react? Will he force me to return home and isolate me even more? Make me switch schools to separate me from Shams and Omar?

Thousands of worst-case-scenarios were flooding my mind, but I gulped them down. It was not helpful anyway. I had to focus on how to solve this situation.

So I decided to get out of bed and take a shower, hoping to feel better after cleansing myself of the dirt yesterday.

Today was Wednesday, meaning we had to go to school. I had no idea what time it was, only that Shams' alarm clock had not rung yet.

I did not find my backpack when I returned to Shams' room. Therefore I blindly borrowed some of her clothes to leave as quickly as possible, hoping not to wake her up.

The clock in the living room was telling me that it was 4.26 am. A lot of time before school. Time to think and reconsider.

Right now I was missing my mom more than I had for a long time. How could you long for somebody you never got to know?

“Hey”, Shams uttered quietly.

I flinched slightly out of surprise. I had not heard her coming.

She sat down next to me, scanning me up and down as if she could read my mind simply by looking at me. Maybe she could somehow. After all she had known me for pretty much my whole life.

“He hurt you worse this time, didn't he?”, she inquired, a knowing glint in her eyes.

“He brought up mom”, I confessed.

He usually never did and Shams knew that. I barely knew anything about mom as he was shutting her away, keeping his memories of her out of my reach; my only chance to get to know her.

“What did he say?”, she wondered, observing me cautiously.

“Pretty much that he's glad she isn't alive to see how pathetic I am”, I mumbled.

Shams' hands immediately moved to hold mine. “You don't believe him, do you?”

I sighed. “I dunno”, I answered hesitantly. “I mean … I have no idea what kind of person she was.”

“I'm sure she would have loved you. How couldn't she? She was even willing to risk her life for you. Some grades wouldn't have bothered her, although your grades are incredible anyway”, she pointed out.

I sent her a small smile. She was probably right. I should not let my dad get into my head. Yet I could not quite help it.

“I don't wanna go to school”, I admitted. “I don't wanna pretend everything is fine anymore. I don't wanna stay away from you for my reputation.”

“Then don't”, she encouraged me. “You literally ran away from home. Do you think your reputation is such a big deal right now?”

“It feels like I'm daring him to ruin my life”, I remarked, resting my head on her shoulder.

I was feeling tired, rather exhausted. And it was the kind that no amount of sleep would be able to fix.

“Maybe you're worrying too much. Overthinking won't solve anything”, she considered.

I could not disagree with her. So I stayed silent instead.

“How about doing something fun before school starts? We got a bit of time to spare”, she stated and got us controllers to play video games.

How could I say no to that, especially with the challenging expression my girlfriend was wearing.

We only made it to school in time because Omar showed up in the living room. The game had done a better job at distracting me than I had expected and Shams was contributing greatly to it. She was even able to improve my mood during the bike ride to school.

But as soon as she stopped at our usual spot to drop me off, the bubble popped.

“Go on! I don't wanna get off yet. I need you by my side today and I don't care what the others will do about it”, I declared.

Her grin strengthened me in my decision.

“Alright then”, she agreed enthusiastically and continued the way.

Saying that we got a lot of weird looks would be a huge understatement. Basically all eyes were on us, most of them appearing shocked.

“Did you see their faces?”, I asked Shams while she was putting her bicycle away.

I could barely contain my laughter and honestly I did not want to.

“Priceless”, she chimed in.

We walked to our classroom together, talking and laughing the whole way. And obviously enjoying the reactions to it.

“Since when are you talking to Shams?”, Tasneem wondered while I was settling on my seat. Hiba was closely behind her; of course.

“Hm, let me think”, I messed with her. “I'd say since I learned talking.”

Her dumbstruck face was absolutely worth any consequences.

“I don't get it”, she confessed.

“Shams is Omar's sister”, I revealed, watching as their faces lit up with realization.

“I had no idea”, Tasneem exclaimed.

“We're really close. So you're offending me every time you offend her”, I added.

Tasneem simply nodded and retreated back to her seat.

Shams and I quickly laughed at each other before focusing back on the lesson ahead.

Despite Shams' great job at cheering me up, I was anxious the whole time, waiting for my dad to show up.

But among all the scenarios I had pictured in my head I had never expected him to not show up at all. And somehow this was destroying me in a tauntingly painful way.

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You asked for it, you shall get it! I hope you like the chapter. Do you have any suggestions for the next chapters. I have honestly no clue what I'm doing with this story.

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pinkcherryblossomangel · 1 year

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Away from home - chapter 7

Y/N is an actress, filming for her first lead role in the film adaptation of her favourite childhood book, produced by maximum effort.

She bonds with Ryan Reynolds over their share Love of the Korean pop band Stray Kids, and he has a surprise for her.

When she starts missing home and the darkness creeps upon her, her hotel neighbour comes to her rescue.

Trigger warnings- mentions of depression, self harm and anxiety.

This chapter is NSFW

Stray kids fan fic

Mainly staring 3ratcha

But the other boys do make appearances it's just easy to keep to minimum of characters lol

Chan x oc

This is my first ever fan fiction so if it's shit soz.

It's 3pm by the time I wake up. I feel groggy. My mouth's dry and my stomach hurts from hunger, I pull out my phone and order a McDonald's meal... or two.

I hop in the shower, forgetting its broken, so i pull my pj's back on and head to Chan's. But before I exit my door i notice a piece of paper on the floor.

It's from chan. He's handwriting is adorable.

'Morning Y/N. I realised I don't have your number and you didn't answer when I knocked on your door this morning so I'm guessing you're still asleep. I really enjoyed last night, I hope I didn't come off too strong.

I just really wanted to kiss you.

I know it's only been a few days since we met, but it feels like we we're meant to be in each others lives.

If you don't feel the same that's cool, I just wanted to put all my cards on the table. I like you and I'd like to take you out on a date sometime. I'm out this weekend, staying at Hannah's, but I'll be back tomorrow night. I'll see you then. Its a date!

Chris x'

Why am I crying?...

Is this the first time anyone has ever said anything like this to me?

Fuck, my McDonald's is here.

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I scran down my big mac and chicken legend and crawl back into bed. How I'm I meant to go two days without him? God I sound ridiculous! It's been 5 fucking days and I'm acting like I'm in love. I think I'm just addicted to how I feel around him, he feels like home. The comfort of walking into a warm house after being in the cold outside.

I want to know more about him. All his little intricacies and quirks. I want to know what wakes him up in the morning and what keeps him in bed. To know all about what goes on in that gorgeous head of his. I'm counting down the seconds until I can.

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8 pm Sunday evening. I've legitimately just slept all weekend. I did have a video with my family back home. It felt so good to see their beautiful faces! But mostly I enjoyed seeing my cats that my mum put on the call whilst she went to the bathroom. They told me they miss me too.

No one has yet Come to fix my shower. I'll let them off since it's the weekend, but I've been stewing in my post night out smell. I should go round to Chris', but theres two problems with that idea. 1. I haven't heard him return and he hasn't knocked round here.

2. I smell like shit and look like it too. (Very reminiscent of my depressive episodes im prone to, but with out the actual sadness. )

There's no harm in just knocking to see if he's, so I grab my dressing gown and head to his.

I here him talking, but theres no reply. I wait for a moment, he's probably on the phone. He stops talking so I knock.

"One minute!!" He yelled! " I'll be back in a sec guys!" Guess he's still on the phone. He answers, a huge smile appears on his face, he looks back in the direction of his phone and slowly closes the door slightly behind him so we're both in the hallway.

"Sorry is this a bad time?" I ask, slowly heading back to my door.

"I'm just... I'm just doing a live stream." He replies, looking slightly embarrassed.

"Oh yeah your Chans room! I've seen a few" He seems to look less nervous that I'm not judging him. "I just wanted to know if I could use your shower. Mines still broken"

"Yeah of course you can, could you wait just like 40 minutes?"

"Yeah sure! I've waited over 24 hours, 40 minutes won't kill me" I laugh. He brushes his hand through his hair and I notice his bicep flex. I never really noticed it but this man is buff. No wonder I feel safe around him, he could beat up a bear a win. Well maybe not a bear?

I turn to head back into my room, but he takes my hand stopping me.

"Did you get my letter?" He asks, his eyes shining with hope.

"Yeah I did" I say meeting his eyes with the same anticipation.

" and did you..." I cut him off, bringing his lips to mine. My hand running through his hair.

" does that answer your question?" I tease.

"And all the ones after" He answers, slightly bewildered. "I have to head back in. I'll see you soon"

"It's a date" I reply. His grin has taken over his entire face, giddy like a child.

"It is indeed" He says before closing his door.

I collapse on my bed and open up his stream. God he's gorgeous. He keeps smiling to himself, which makes me do the same. I'm literally kicking my feet and smiling over this man. The chat seems to have noticed too. All mentioning how he seems to have found something outside his room very exciting. He answers them saying a staff member just was asking what food he wanted from the shop.

He signs of with a virtual hug, and now I get to have a real life one. And a shower.

I knock the door again, he shouts that it's open in response. I walk in, naked underneath my dressing gown. I stand awkwardly in his room, not sure whether we should talk about everything now or after my shower. He turns in his chair away from his laptop, his gaze lands on me. I'm suddenly aware that if this thin belt unwraps I'll be stood here bare ass naked. I pull the belt tighter.

"You gonna shower?" He questions

"Yeah, I just didn't know if you wanted to talk about everything properly now or after my shower?" He seems taken aback from my forwardness.

"Now?" He pats on his bed for me to sit down. I follow his direction and sit down opposite him. He wheels his chair closer to me so our knees are touching. A knot beginning to form in my stomach. He puts his hands on my knees. I think I flinch in response because he removes them as soon as he places them down.

"Sorry" He stammered, backing off. I hold his hands, stopping him from backing off too far.

"I'm okay. Its just..." fuck how do I explain this without sounding like a weirdo? "I've got nothing on under here. And well." I put my head in my hands. "I've never been touched in such a gentle way there. I was just a bit taken aback." He's silent. Then his lips curl into a smirk.

"So, that reaction was because you liked it so much?" A raised brow has joined his smirk. I can tell this man loves a good tease. He's gonna be the death of me.

He pulls himself even closer, this time he gently spreads my knees apart, replacing the space between them with his knee. Each second he does this, he's locked his gaze on mine, making sure I'm okay with this. And fucking hell I am. He stops centimetres away from my vulva. I'm glad he does cause im honestly embarrassed by how wet I am from just his smallest touch.

He leans over to my ear, his lips grazing my neck ever so slightly, inciting goosebumps and a sound from me I'm not sure I've ever made before. He giggles, savouring the state he's got me in. "You should take your shower" He whispers. I snap out of my trance

"Are you saying I smell?" I'm joking but slightly concerned. He laughs, removing his knee and standing up from his chair

"Not at all. I just know you've been waiting to have one. Plus I'm worried you feel like this is going too fast. Cause I am." Chan looked down admitting his feelings. "I don't want you to do anything you'll regret. we haven't known each other long and I know you wanna know someone before you're intimate like that with them". Fuck me. This man may be the most caring person I have ever met.

I stand up from his bed and walk over to him, kissing him on his forehead.

"Thank you. I did enjoy it, please know that." He drops his head, but I lift up his chin with my index finger, "I mean it." I kiss him, deeper than before. I do want him. Just not yet.

I walk past him and head into his shower.

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Mundis (Ch. 4)

Tighnari's body is terribly heavy like he's been frozen for a good month. He tried to open his eyelids and the light stings. "Nn." Ow. Bruised ribs. "Nari? Are you awake? Hold on, I'll call the doctors." A figure quickly stood and pressed something from above his bed. Am I in Bimarstan? No. It's too cold and quiet. Ch.1 | Ch.2 | Ch.3

The night just passed and unlike yesterday, Tighnari felt less groggy and a bit more responsive. Am I in bed? What's that beeping sound?

His body is terribly heavy like he's been frozen for a good month. He tried to open his eyelids and the light stings. "Nn." Ow. Bruised ribs. "Nari? Are you awake? Hold on, I'll call the doctors." A figure quickly stood and pressed something from above his bed. Am I in Bimarstan? No. It's too cold and quiet.

"Cy..." Tighnari tried to reach out for him. "I'm here. You're fine." The figure turned out to be Cyno wearing a thick coat and a shirt. We're not in Sumeru. He thought because Cyno is weirdly fully clothed. Sure he wears a big poncho whenever he travels far but, fully clothed from torso to toe.

Several people in white come into the room and Tighnari tries to understand whatever they're talking about but his head is spinning. A woman in white walked to his bedside to check the pole beside his bed. Tighnari's half-open eyes followed her and noticed the pole was holding a bag of liquid and tubes to-- what in the archons is this?

As much as he wanted to move, his body forbade him. It's too heavy and everything is numb. His eyes then turned to the other people in white who were still talking to Cyno and it wasn't long before they left the room and Cyno came to his bedside, gently taking his hand and kissed his knuckles. "Don't move so much now. You're okay. I'm here." Tears were streaming down his cheek. "I am so sorry Nari. This wouldn't have happened if I just handled the situation calmly."

Tighnari lifted his finger to wipe a tear. Why is he crying? I'm sure the wild cats won't be driven off if he calmly asked them to go away. He tried to speak but his throat is too dry that it hurts even if he just moans.

Still, he tried. "What... happened..."

"Car crash. I already apprehended the driver who did it. Jail time doesn't fully do him justice for what he did." Cyno bit his lip hard. "Car?" Tighnari can only mutter a few words. "It's kinda irreparable, but it's okay. I'll get you a new one. It's my fault." Cyno looked apologetic about it, but what's a car? Tighnari slowly shook his head.

"We'll talk about that some other time. You have to rest for now. I'm glad you're finally awake." Cyno pressed his hand on his cheek as he lay his head by his bedside.

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"The Lesser Lord has found a way to bring you back." Cyno announced the news over breakfast. Tighnari just finished his meal of what appears to look like a granola bar, but it tastes like mushrooms. "Great! When do we go?"

"It should be done at night. Both of you should be asleep for the process to work." Cyno responded as he took a sip of coffee. Collei was about to take a bite but an idea popped in her mind. "OH! We can take you somewhere for a quick trip. Maybe a little something special before you go?" She was getting too excited for this. "Why not? All the walking could knock me out early and that means I'll be back in my body early." Tighnari shrugged at the idea. "Your body should also be asleep. That's why it had to be at night." Cyno sounded like a killjoy to which Collei pouted, not knowing Cyno took notice of it.

"But a trip would be fine. I'll be with you to make sure it's safe." He coughed and Collei's frown immediately turned into a smile. "Yes!" She cheered, "We can take you to Sumeru City or go to Apam Woods with giant trees! Or we can watch the theater perform, but I'm not sure if they a performance today." Her list sounds full and Tighnari chuckled. "Sounds like a plan!" Tighnari smiled at Collei who is too excited for this.

Cyno didn't have a say in it so they quickly finished breakfast and cleaned before they went to their huts to prepare. As this was Tighnari's last day on Teyvat, he neatly placed back the books he read and, "I haven't met you in person, but you did an absolute job with the place. The rangers included." He whispered into thin air, hoping that some magic would deliver his message to the real Tighnari of this world.

"Master? You ready?" Collei peeped in by the door. "Yep!" Tighnari checked if everything's in place. He figured his other self likes it neat and clean, just like him. He joined Collei soon after and they met with Cyno right at the edge of Gandharva Ville. "Let's head to Apam Woods. I have a little business I need to check in Caravan Ribat as well." Tighnari and Collei gave him a nod. Tighnari took a last glance at the beautiful community his other self took care of and they went off.

"Don't you have cars here? Or buses? Damn it's hot and humid out here." Tighnari huffed as he rested on a bench. The three of them just reached VImara Village to cross and reach Apam Woods. "I always wondered why Cyno dressed less," he wiped his sweat, "now I know why." He let out a groan.

"Stay here. I'll be back." Cyno stepped out for a moment and went to a villager's house. Possibly the village chief. "I remember Master wasn't always fond of the heat." Collei handed him a canteen full of water. Tighnari accepted and was refreshed after drinking. "Figured. My fur is too dark and dark colors don't do well with heat. He also has a lot of garments." He fixes his sash and re-arranged the flower pinned near his shoulder.

They took a break at Vimara Village to have lunch. Collei prepared her well-renowned pita pockets for their lunch. In the middle of their meal, Cyno returned now wearing a flowy poncho with a hoodie similar to his usual helmet. "You're gonna wear that in this heat?" Tighnari sounded like he's the one wearing it. "Being the general mahamatra could give us unwanted attention. Ready to go?" He flapped his sleeves and Collei gave him a thumbs up and so they resumed their little adventure.

"It's magical." Tighnari was lost for words. Even magical isn't enough to describe the beauty of what's in front of him. "We're lucky it's not raining. Yet." Collei chuckled. "I've heard legends about the woods are being guarded by the Aranaras. "

"What's that?" Tighnari asked with his eyes still fixed on the view.

"Well, they're kinda like the children of the forest. Some kids told me that they've seen one. Although I haven't seen one myself." The girl sighed.

They then heard a loud scream of a man and a little figure that seems to be running towards them. " PLEASE! SPARE ME. IT WASN'T ME!" A big man was running for his life from out of the woods. "What happe-" Collei cut Tighnari off and went in front of him being defensive. "Treasure hoarder." She muttered enough for Tighnari to comprehend. "A what?"

"S-state your business!" Collei showed authority in front the man who's still panicky like he's seen a ghost. "A scholar! It was him! He paid us to spread the dust! Please! Spare me!" He continued to beg and Collei, still on her guard tried to analyze where his words are coming from. It wasn't long until Cyno appeared in the picture. He walked towards the cowering man. Tighnari was feeling a little uneasy like electricity was in the air. "You've spread toxic concoctions in Avidya Forest and now you'll start harming the woods."

The man quickly got up to his feet and swiftly apprehended Collei. Tighnari got pushed back unable to follow what exactly is happening. "COLLEI!" Cyno shouted. "Hah... So it's this game huh..." The man had his arm wrapped around Collei's neck and held a knife on the other. "NO!" Collei went hysterical as she struggled. "LET ME GO! DON'T TOUCH ME!" She continued to struggle and bit the man's arm which ripped giving her an escape.

"You.. little--" Cyno knocked him out in a second. Powder then scattered everywhere near the man's body. "That smells something like catnip." Tighnari dusted himself off and turned to Cyno who just casted his staff away.

"Hey," he slowly approached Collei who was on curled on her knees. "It's me." He spoke to her as gently as he can. "Everything's okay. You're okay." Collei let out a small sob. "I- I-"

"Shh. You don't have to tell me anything. We can stay here and rest until you're better. I'll be here." Cyno reassured her, showing the gentlest smile. Collei nodded, but didn't move from her position. Tighnari felt relieved that after the sudden situation, everything got cleared up. Until he heard a growl from behind him.

"MASTER!"

The rishboland tiger jumped at Tighnari who tried to shield himself with his arm. Cyno without a split second rushed over to Tighnari, hitting the tiger off from him. His right arms were bleeding from the tiger's claws. Tighnari managed to get up, adrenaline still doing its thing. "Can you move?" Cyno kept his eyes on the tiger. "Y-yeah." Tighnari winced from the sting ringing on his arm. "Is that creature a feline? If so," Tighnari took his sash and wrapped it around his bleeding arm, "it's the powder. That big man had a bag on him and some of it got on me."

"Catnip?" Cyno raised a brow as he glanced at Tighnari who's now on guard. "Yeah. Cats love it. They're addicted to it."

The Rishboland attack near Gandharva Ville.

Putting the pieces together, Cyno took a hold of things. "Collei, can you make it doze off?" He turned to take a quick glance at Collei who's now a bit more back to her senses. "Y-yes!" She got her bow out and aimed at the tiger that's preparing to attack. Infusing her arrow with dendro, Collei fired her shot, landing at the tiger's leg. The feline growled in pain as it fell on the ground. "Very good."

Collei sighed in relief and once the tiger started to doze off, the three of them fled straight to the Bimarstan in Sumeru City. Cyno had both Tighnari and Collei checked if they had suffered any other injuries and had them tend Tighnari's arm.

Tighnari felt eyes on him alot as if they're gossiping about him.

"The lead forest watcher is here?" "I heard something happened back in Gandharva Ville." "Shh. The General Mahamatra's looking."

What's with the noise? Is 'Tighnari ' such a big name for them to gossip?

Collei approached him, bringing him back from his thoughts. "Is it getting a bit noisy for you? Master doesn't often go to Sumeru City because his ears would hurt from too much noise." She chuckled apologetically. "Ahaha. Yeah, it is getting a bit noisy in here." He grinned back at her. "It's almost night time. The city's a little bit more quiet now. Wanna take a stroll? You know, before you go back home." Her eyes were facing down.

"Of course! We only just rested and no way am I going to miss the main city before I go back." Tighnari felt that Collei was starting to feel down since their little adventure was about to end. They both got out of Bimarstan and Cyno was out of sight. "Where's Cyno?"

"He told me he went to the Sanctuary of Sur- Hmm... Surasthana?" She scratched her head. "He said he'll meet us near the Akademiya afterwards so you can meet the dendro archon." "Then I'll be able to go home." Tighnari muttered to himself.

Wait for me, Cyno.

Note: Heellooo. Apparently I can't squeeze everything into 1 chapter. Last chapter is rlly rlly the last. :'D

#genshin impact #cyno x tighnari #cynonari #cynari

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purplesurveys · 1 year

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What happened last night? Worked like the corporate slave that I am until midnight. Also took a handful of soju shots while doing so so that I can at least have fun, lol.

Who is the last boy you hugged? He’s either on his way home or hanging out with Angela.

What was the last thing you thought? How I should refrain from messaging someone for something work-related right now because it’s not gonna make a difference anyway and because I don’t want to be a trouble for them at this hour.

What are you thinking about right now? Apart from that ^ my mind’s really just been all about Yoongi and his tour all day. I livestreamed the first show this morning and it was so SICK I can’t believe I’m seeing him too.

Would you have sex with the last person you sent a message to? No.

Would you consider yourself spoiled? When we were growing up I think I did get a bit more material stuff than my siblings but not to the point of calling myself spoiled. My parents would’ve been the first to kick the absolute piss out of my ass if I was starting to show characteristics of being spoiled, anyway. Asian things.

What was the last text you sent? It was a media person that I had a bit of a back and forth with cos we sent her a PR kit yesterday and she said she didn’t receive anything, so we were trying to track who could’ve possibly received it.

Do you break things when you are mad? No...anger passes, broken things don’t fix themselves. It’s never worth it.

Whose hoodie did you last wear besides your own? My sister’s.

Did something happen today that made you angry? I don’t think I was in a bad mood at work today actually! I was 100% on a Yoongi high lmao, I spent two hours in the morning not working but stuck to my phone livestreaming his concert and that really helped me be in good spirits.

What did you do today? Watched Yoongi’s concert, worked worked worked, ate, played with the dogs for a bit.

What did you do Friday night? Had my birthday - I hosted an intimate dinner with closest friends then we all watched Road To D-Day together when it premiered on Disney+. Reena slept over as well.

Are you afraid of losing the last person you talked to? Yes.

Are you lying to yourself about something? Nope.

Is your bed comfortable? It’s fine but I can really invest in some quality pillows. Waking up with a strained neck is the norm for me now.

Does it take a lot to make you happy? Not at all. I smile at both the simplest and corniest things.

Your best friend says to you now, “lets go to a party and get trashed!”? I tell her she messaged just in time because my car is finally out of the coding timeslot LOL then ask where and also what’s her problem now (from the context that we usually pull each other out for a drink when we need to vent).

Who knows mainly all of your secrets? Whoever’s reading this and has been reading these.

Can you go a day without thinking about the person that’s on your mind now? Not thinking of anyone.

What were you doing at 1 in the morning? I was most probably either on Reddit or YouTube trying to get myself to fall asleep after working all evening.

If someone looked ON your bed, what would they find? Slightly disorganized pillows and an unfolded blanket.

Were you single over last summer? Yep.

Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes? Maybe once or twice but it’s not my strongest feature. My eyelashes though on the other hand get pointed out pretty frequently since they’re naturally long.

Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight? Nah. Definitely not.

How many different people of the opposite sex have you cried over? Just like, 3, and none of them in a romantic sense.

When you think of the rainbow, what pops in your head? Pride.

Is the person you last texted single? I have no idea.

Was last night terrible? Not terrible but I wish I got to enjoy my personal time, because I had worked on a couple of decks until midnight.

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The Unwritten Rule | Part 1

synopsis: Aditya and Kashish have been bestfriends from a long long time. Several ups and downs throughout their lives but they are the only constants in each other’s journey. So perfect together. Just meant to be. Atleast that’s what all of their mutual friends think. Should they be together already? Kashish is confused about how she felt, until one night and then everything is clear.

warning: cheating

genre: bestfriends to lovers, angst, fluff

Guilt. Frustration. Heartbreak. Those are the negative and the only emotions you were feeling right now.

It was 1:00 am in the night and you were as awake as an owl staring at the pictures of him and you in your cellphone. HIM, the person who has taken up every corner of your mind, the person who has been with you through all the thick and thin times, one who would do anything for you.

Your one and only bestfriend, Aditya.

Yes, he is your bestfriend for almost 3 years now and he has seen you in every situation and trouble. Done things to put you in trouble and then help you get out of it. Yes, he always had to face the consequences of his actions but he never minded it and neither did you.

You are staring at the pictures of him reliving all the things you did with him, the memories, the laughter. Suddenly your phone rings. You read the name on your phone and you panic again. Your bestfriend has called you again. Panicked, not knowing what to do, you put your cellphone down just as soon as you read his name. Two minutes later a notification pops up. You raise your phone and the screen lights up.

Adityaa_

Hey

You see a text from the same person whom you've been avoiding for a month now. You don't know what to do right now. You feel all kinds of emotions. Guilt being the strongest one. Aditya, your bestfriend whom you've been avoiding since one month is trying to reach out to you, text you, call you, hoping you'd respond. You are not sure if you should reply to his message, well you know someday you'll have to face him, go through the most difficult part for you now. It's time you finally tell him this or it will to be too late.

Another text from the same person pops up.

Adityaa_

There are chances you might be asleep right now but

I know ur not. Pls reply so that we can figure

this out together.

Kashishx

hey

Adityaa_

Oh my god. You finally responded.

I knew you'd respond someday.

Kashishx

I need to tell you something important.

Meet me at the park at 6.

Adityaa_

Yes, sure lets meet.

Kashishx

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Adityaa_ is offline🔴

Your roommate finally managed to convince you to go and meet him. It was her idea to text him and call him to meet up. Sure, you yourself wanted to meet him but you were not sure if you should. To be honest you are still having second thoughts about this whole thing. But you know you need to get this done. You can't avoid your bestfriend for your entire life, you also don't want to lose your friendship with him and not talking to him will do definitely do that.

It's 5:45 pm. You are in the cab. You will make it on time. The cab starts heading towards it's destination.

You know exactly what you are going to say to him. You don't know if you're doing the right thing or not, but you know this needs to get done. This will either mend your bruised friendship or break it completely. You clearly remember what led you two to the point where you are right now.

A month ago it was one of your common friends Kaira's birthday, Aditya and you were invited in her house birthday party. Alcohol, DJ, pool, everything you could ever ask for was there. But that's not what you wanted. You wanted him, your bestfriend to be besides you, to kiss you, to hold you, to tell you that he loves you too. You probably shouldn't think about some other man and definitely not about your bestfriend when you are here with your boyfriend Akshit who is right beside you kissing you, holding you, loving you, doing all the things you wish Aditya did to you. You felt horrible. This isn't fair to your boyfriend. You are just using him, pretending like you are still in love with him, yes, subconsciously but still. You are a horrible horrible person.

You like him and he is a really nice person but you are not in love with him anymore only because recently you've started to gain feelings for your bestfriend and as much as you want to accept this fact, you can't. Yes, your bestfriend, and he has no idea about it. It's better this way. You don't want to ruin your precious friendship with him just because of some stupid feelings. These are just feelings, they'll fade, they'll go away....right??

"I'll be back in few minutes." says Akshit while looking at some of his friends who are calling him from a distance. They are calling him over so you let him go. You nod giving him a green light and he gives you a kiss on the forehead before whispering 'I'll be back soon', his warm breath hitting your ear and then he disappeared in the crowd.

You order a drink for yourself sitting on the bar stool alone, now waiting for the drink to arrive.

"JUST ACCEPT THE FACT THAT YOU ARE NOT IN LOVE WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND ANYMORE. KASHISH, WHY CAN'T YOU SEE YOU HAVE FEELINGS FOR ADITYA!!" you get the flashbacks from yesterday when your roommate and you were having a conversation, more like having an agreeing- disagreeing session.

"OH MY GOD will you stop saying that!!! I love him, I love Adity-- AKSHIT..." you take a pause to wrap your head around what just happened. That's just mix of names, you got confused with their names, that's it, you try telling this to yourself. But clearly your roommate doesn't think the same as you because you see her smirking but you don't comment on it, rolling your eyes at her is enough of a reaction itself.

"Besides Aditya is my bestfriend. Why would I love him? I have a boyfriend AKSHIT, yes!!" you say highlighting 'Akshit' to show her that you took the correct name this time but she just gives you a sarcastic smile. You are trying to convince her on the outside but deep down you yourself know that you are trying to convince yourself more than convincing her. You know what your roommate is saying is true but you don't want to accept this truth, because accepting this truth could probably ruin your friendship with him, lose one of the most important people in your life. You can’t fall in love with your bestfriend and definitely not when you have a sweet, caring boyfriend who never falls short on making you feel special. It makes you feel guilty.

All your thoughts are long forgotten when you feel someone tap your shoulder. You look at your shoulder, eyes following the hand to look at the person who is none other than Aditya, your bestfriend. You look at him and your heart warms up, a wide smile automatically taking it’s place on your lips.

"Hey, where have you been? I thought you'd cancel." he starts the conversation with a bright smile playing on his lips.

"Yeah, like Akshit was going to let me cancel them." you say with sarcasm while taking the glass the bartender hands you while Aditya chuckles.

"Akshit is here too?" he questions and you nod as a response. "He's meeting his friends." you reply while looking around, trying to search him with your eyes.

"Why don't you go dance with the girls on the floor?" you suggest.

"Are you kicking me out of here?" he asks and then chuckles. You chuckle back. "Besides I'd rather sit here with you." he says giving you the warmest smile there ever was. This made your heart warm. You take a sip of your drink making you squint your eyes from the bitter taste that now lies on your tongue.

"Shut up...just go and have fun, dance with the ladies, probably take one home." you suggest but then he smirks.

"You want me to hook up?" ofcourse you don't want that, but for some reasons you still say that to get a reaction from him. The smirk still not wiping off his face.

"Meh, I mean besides all men do is think about sex." you point out, acting nonchalant and purposely say this to get on his nerves but he just doesn't want to give you that satisfaction.

Instead he smirks and says "Hm, I can see your point," Aditya purses his lips "but sometimes it's hard not to think about sex when there's a beautiful woman."

You chuckle looking at your drink but when you don't receive the same reaction from him you look up only to look in his direction to see if he is serious, he doesn't laugh instead he looks at you more seriously this time. You choke on your drink, your heart beating more louder than before. But you try to mask it with your expressions, arching your one eyebrow at him shamelessly.

"Are you subtly flirting with me, Adi?"

"Do you want me to?"

Fuck, this man is so shameless sometimes.

Do you want him to?

The butterflies coming alive in your stomach are most likely a good answer for that. But it's very dangerous no matter how exciting and good it feels.

But then Aditya bursts out laughing, scrunching his nose at your face as you slap his shoulder, frowning annoyingly at your nails and fidgeting with them. "Dickhead!"

"Hey now," Aditya playfully frowns. "C'mon finish your drink quickly," he suggests. "I wanna dance with you."

You are not sure if any physical contact with Aditya is a good idea right now, especially when you feel your heart picking up it's pace and the sight of Aditya brushing his fingers through his hair isn't helping at all.

"Why?" trying to get yourself out of this, even though the thought of dancing with Aditya is tempting and it's been a while since you had fun with him in the form of dance. "Why don't you go dance with other girls? I'll sit here and cheer you on!"

You propose lightly and innocently, although devilish glint in your eyes as you look up at him, lips wrapped around your nails biting them lightly causing Aditya to frown.

"Stop biting your nails," he gently hits your hand causing you to frown. "And I'd much rather dance with you."

Fucking Aditya and his mouth for letting such words come out. His honesty no matter how it sounds when you think about what he just said now, your head spins. You are not drunk. The drinks you've been drinking are low percentage alcohol but you feel slightly relaxed from it. And it's dangerous because your mind already wanders into places it shouldn't have.

So you do what you do the best and you start whining, masking your panicked heartbeat and mind. "I'll look like an idiot next to you!" and you mean it in more ways than just one.

First of all, you are not drunk enough to be confident to dance with him. It's not just silly dancing you do at home. It's a big party and there are drunk people everywhere, you doubt everyone will have their eyes on you, but still. Aditya is like a magnet to eyes.

"That's not true," Aditya disagrees, grabbing your wrist gently as he shakes it a little. "Just one dance then. Please."

And he pouts, widening his eyes just like he knows, in that innocent and cute way that makes you shut your eyes as you let out a loud groan, knowing you've lost. "Okay, but I'm gonna finish this drink and you're gonna have one too."

He sits like an obedient student, flashing you with your favorite grin.

Aditya's convincing skills are good, just not as good as yours because finishing your drink meant two more and Aditya's one drink turned into three, all thanks to your pleading eyes, shameless begging and Aditya's soft spot for you.

He finishes his third drink and waits for you to finish your drink too. By the time you take the last sip and finish your drink, Aditya's already standing up. He doesn't give you any time to react already leading you towards the dance floor tossing you a handsome grin across his shoulder.

Realizing you've no chance, you deduce you feel tipsy enough to let yourself loosen up, even with Aditya's close proximity and his hands on your hips and yours on his biceps.

Aditya's one dance never ends with one dance. The alcohol flows freely in your body, the last three drinks you recordly gulped down causing everything to feel numb.

Everything except Aditya's hands.

You like the feeling of freedom the alcohol brings you. Overthinking is left somewhere else, letting you enjoy every second and touch of his.

It's a hard task to stay unaffected and you're failing miserably, feeling your insides twirl with excitement that you thought is long gone but it's proved that only Aditya can make it come to life. You're both still tipsy which is good because it means none of you are drunk. Tipsy to want to get close enough to Aditya which is freaking stupid, because he's already close enough as it is.

Aditya's warm breath hitting the crook of your neck causing you to shudder, shudder out of excitement and Aditya himself.

You know you've lost. It's too late to end this – at least that's what you tell yourself because you don't want to end this. You wish he'd just lean down and press those lips onto your neck like you love.

God, you're fucked. And tipsy. And horny.

And fucking stupid because when you shamelessly grind your ass against Aditya, there's no chance it looks like an accident. If you could turn around and look at him, you'd see him biting his lower lip.

His hands squeeze your hips, just like Akshit. AKSHIT!!Fuck, you completely forgot about him. He's probably out there somewhere thinking about you, saying nice things about you to his friends and Aditya is your bestfriend, so what the fuck are you doing?

Aditya's lips brush against your jaw, nose nudging it right after as you whimper, thankfully the sound gets masked by the loud music and bass that vibrate through your body. Everything is hazy, just not Aditya.

"Are you trying to make me hard?" he asks lowly, almost amusingly and he sounds so hot that you've a urge to turn around and kiss him, just because he's close and you're fucking horny, thanks to him.

Get a grip, Kashish, don't make a fucking mistake because you are tipsy and stuck with these feelings with him.

"Is it working?" you ask breathlessly and loudly enough for him to hear and you want to mentally slap yourself but the temptation and excitement are holding an upper hand here.

"I'm trying not to get hard," Aditya points out, maintaining the same low and deep tone as if he's telling you the deepest secret. "Don't start something you can't finish."

And that spurs you on even more, accepting the challenge as you turn around, staring into Aditya's dark and very much awake eyes. He has a lazy grin on his lips, living for the fire in your eyes and you're not sure whether he is amused by all of this or he's feeling it too.

"You out of all people should know I never start something I can't finish." you point out, smirk clearly visible on your face.

There's the boost of confidence growing inside you, very much thanks to the alcohol and probably hormones that are making you do and say all these crazy things.

Aditya's features darken and it's unbelievable that you can see it even through the shitty lightings.

Hands brushing against his chest, you slowly brush them down against his toned abs that you can feel through his button-up causing you to bite off the gasp that wants to get out.

Aditya chuckles, the corner of his lips lifting in a smirk as if he sees right through you.

Can he see how much he tempts you?

Is it just one of those times where you are teasing each other but are very close to playing with fire?

You're not sure but you're enjoying the thrill his eyes bring to you as they stare at you, crinkling at the ends while his hand touches a few restless baby hair and strands that got messy and slipped from your ponytail.

"I know but who am I if I don't challenge you?" he says with full confidence and a smirk on his face.

Breath hitching, it takes you a moment to release a giggle and you've no idea why you're suddenly giggling, maybe it's the way he wiggles his eyebrows - something he does frequently when he is fooling around.

"Shut up," you say, making him laugh while you watch him throw his head back a little before he's looking at you with a wide grin.

Not even a minute later and Aditya's hands are all over you again and so are yours, wrapped in his hair like you wanted them meanwhile the other hand holds the nape of his neck. His mouth brushes against your cheek and you shiver, whimpering how good it feels but it's just not good enough. You want more.

"Adi," you mutter into the air but it's almost impossible for him to hear you through the music, but once you turn your head slightly to look him in the eyes, you're met with the sight of his lips again.

You tilt your head back a little, finally seeing those dark orbs that watch you attentively, hands not leaving you. Shameless and fucking brave is what you are because your eyes find their way to Aditya's lips again. Wanting to cry out of frustration, you know your body longs for something else and your rushed breaths are one of the first indicators for it.

And then you grab the back of Aditya's head, inching his face even closer. You wait for him to pull away or at least give you a reaction that would say this is not what he wants. You would be fucking embarrassed if that happened, but maybe it would be for the best.

However, he lets you and just stares at you, almost as if he's challenging you to take the first step. Does he want this too?

Does he feel the need to kiss you just like you do?

He probably feels something because he would pull away if he didn't, you try to think rationally.

You try to bring your face closer to his, closer than it already is, your nose touching his and you wait. You wait for him to take the next step but Aditya looks at you with his hooded eyes not budging at all.

His eyes dancing between your eyes and lips, Growing annoyed and frustrated, you're ready to groan because there's something holding you back and you hate that at the moment but as always, Aditya saves the day and with a little bit of force forward, he finally lets his lips meet yours for the first time.

In a time you thought would never come.

Oh, Aditya's lips feel amazing and you feel like whimpering or cry out of pure satisfaction. They're soft, the softest. Your whole body feels hot, insides shivering with anticipation mixed with lust. The kiss feels good, it's not a hurried one, instead it's a slow and passionate kiss, like in a way he is telling you how much he loves you or maybe you are overanalyzing just like Akshit. AKSHIT!!! FUCK. You are kissing your best friend while your boyfriend is somewhere out there trying to find you.

But this feels good, you don't want this to end, you don't want to let go of him.

Aditya pulls away to catch a breath and looks into your eyes before diving in for another kiss. But before him attaching his lips to yours one more time, you budge and take one step behind. You budge because you know you fucked up. You fucked up bad time.

All you can think about is Akshit, how unfair all of this is to him, you cheated on Akshit, with your best friend. Your fucking bestfriend with whom you have also successfully ruined your friendship with, something you feared the most.

"Kashu" he calls you, hurt and guilt written all over his face, his hooded, dark eyes long gone, your gentle, sweet bestfriend coming back. He knows he fucked up too but you ignore him and turn. You turn and you run towards the restroom thinking you'll atleast get some air to breath there and time to process what just happened, realize how much you've fucked this whole thing up.

You run towards the restroom.

#the unwritten rule #love story #romance #angst #suspense #true love #love triangle #bestfriends to lovers #wattpad #wattpad story #tumblr #tumblr story #cliffhanger #my first story #part one #two shots

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Creator Spotlight #12: payback16

Welcome back to the TWW Author Spotlight! For every spotlight, we’ll ask each featured author the same ten questions (as well as questions you submitted on Twitter!). This week, we’re so pleased to be chatting with @fleetwoodsnacc_ (Twitter) also known as payback16 on AO3!

1) What are your top 5 desert island fics by other authors?

Running by andyoureturntome is not only the best fic I’ve ever read but one of the best pieces of fiction I’ve ever read. https://archiveofourown.org/works/33527536/chapters/83304307

In This World by little-zigzags is post-Gaza the way it should have been done. https://little-zigzags.livejournal.com/5414.html#cutid1

we belong to you and me by perfect_little_fool is one of the hottest J/D fics ever. https://archiveofourown.org/works/27034612

where the oleander grows by Kairach is the most beautiful, poetic soulmate au. https://archiveofourown.org/works/27211249/chapters/66468748

please linger near the door by cmbing is the s5 secret relationship fic of my dreams. https://archiveofourown.org/works/24616606

2) Do you have a favorite character to write? Favorite ship(s) to write? Are there characters or ships you'd like to write more of?

Unsurprisingly, my favorite ship to write is Josh/Donna. When it comes to the characters I enjoy writing both of them almost equally, in different ways for different reasons. I would really like to write some CJ/Toby and have had an idea in my head for months that I hope finds its way out of me eventually.

3) Tell us about your writing process (setup/location? Night or day? Snacks/beverages? Computer/phone/notebook? Music or silence? Anything else you want to share is welcome!)

I don’t have much of a process when it comes to writing, it’s usually just whenever the inspiration strikes, which means I often have long dry spells. However, one ritual I have is that I always listen to music while I’m writing. Also, I do the bulk of my writing on a laptop, but sometimes certain lines, sentences, paragraphs, etc. will pop into my head at random moments and get saved in my notes app. I don’t set a time goal for my writing either, I know it’s time to stop when I start to hate every sentence I’m writing.

4) What writing advice do you have for others who may be reading this?

Every single writer has something valuable and unique to offer. Write to your individual strengths and don’t think you have to do what someone else is doing.

5) From where do you usually draw your inspiration? (Other forms of media, music, tropes, etc?)

I draw most of my inspiration from the source material itself, moments that I wanted to see more of or storylines that felt underdeveloped. Music is also a big source of inspiration for me and has given me more ideas than I can count. With Josh/Donna specifically a lot of my inspiration comes from wanting to see them have the happiness and peace that we only finally got a taste of in the series finale.

6) What is the fic you've written that you're most proud of and why?

Since I’ve written for multiple fandoms the fic I’m most proud of overall is actually an X-Files fic. But for TWW I would say it’s ‘i knew it from the very first moment’ (https://archiveofourown.org/works/39226530) because I typically struggle with pre-established relationship fic, capturing all the pining and unresolved sexual tension, but I thought I did a good job with that in this one.

7) What's the fic trope/concept/AU you'd read 1000 of? What's the fic trope/concept/AU you'd write 1000 of?

I am not a huge tropes person because I really like the characters to be in situations that feel very true to them and not all tropes fit all ships while staying in character. However, I will read almost any One Bed Trope fic for any ship. The nerves, the falling asleep facing away and then waking up cuddling, the pretending to still be asleep so they can stay like that for longer. I eat it up with a spoon.

8) Is there anything you'd like to try writing-wise that you haven't yet?

I’ve written multi-chapters for other fandoms but never for TWW and I would really like to. I’d also like to write something very canon divergent. I might have an idea in the works that combines the two…

9) What's your go-to Starbucks/coffee shop/other drink order?

I usually keep it pretty simple with an iced oat milk latte.

10) Do you have any current projects you'd like to promote or anything upcoming you'd like to tell us about?

So I have like a dozen drafts in various stages of completion and no idea when they’ll be finished or in what order as I am completely at the mercy of my brain’s whims. But look out for some more present day J/D, some Midnights-inspired fic, and the aforementioned canon divergent multi-chapter coming soon, hopefully!!! *fingers-crossed*

Submitted questions:

From @mlea7675: How long have you been involved in the fandom, and what got you into it?

I first attempted to watch TWW in August 2020, but only got 3 or 4 episodes in before I jumped ship. Then in February of this year two of my friends convinced me to give it another chance. By the end of In Excelsius Deo I was hooked. But I didn’t ‘join the fandom’ until I was in season 5 or 6 of my watch, mostly because I wanted to experience the show for the first time myself with minimal spoilers and without the influence of others’ thoughts or opinions. But I’m glad that I did eventually find my way into the fandom :)

From @S4MWILS0N: fave tww season, ep, character, and ship ? ep that you think is underrated ? funniest and saddest canon moments? funniest and saddest fics you’ve ever read ? character you'd most like to meet? plotline you wish got more attention? plotline you wish never happened ? best one liner?

Okay rapid fire! Faves: Season 2, 17 People, Josh, Josh/Donna. Underrated ep: Stackhouse Filibuster. Funniest canon moment: the time zones scene in 20 Hours in America. Saddest canon moment: Leo’s death. Character I’d most like to meet: either Josh or CJ. Plot I wish got more attention: Donna’s mental health post-Gaza (see below.) TOBY AS THE LEAK NEVER SHOULD HAVE HAPPENED. TOBY DEADBEAT DAD NEVER SHOULD HAVE HAPPENED. POST-SORKIN TOBY DESERVED BETTER. Best One Liner: “Can we HAVE a civilization?”

From @JessBakesCakes: Top 3 Donna Moss looks? Top 3 Josh Lyman looks?

Okay this is hard because all of their looks are *fire-emoji*. For Josh I’m gonna go with Debate Camp Josh, Basketball Josh, and 17 People sweater and jeans and forearms Josh. I’m a simple girl. As for Donna, the last scene of The Cold wavy hair, pink cheeks, flirty smile is god tier; the Dead Irish Writers pink dress is a classic; and the Indiana State sweatshirt, frizzy hair 20 Hours in America look is the softest.

From @thefinestmuffin: do you have a favorite headcanon to share (horny or non-horny)?

My favorite headcanon is that CJ/Toby hooked up on and off all throughout the series and no one can tell me otherwise. Also all my post-series Josh headcanons are deeply personal to me because that’s the man we didn’t really get to see on screen but I know he is capable of being.

From @thehellisl: yay!! okay if you could rewrite any JD scene (or arc) in canon, which would it be and why?

POST-GAZA ARC. There was no excuse for the way Josh let her down after they came back from Germany. Also the fact that Kate Harper was literally the only one to offer Donna any real support, despite being the person who knew her the least, was deeply disappointing. Donna deserved better and also on a deeper level it bothered me that male characters got full episodes or arcs dedicated to their mental health, but Donna did not.

From @sinistercherubs: what’s your dream bottle episode plot for tww? anything you desire, nothing is stopping them.

I would have loved an early season episode with all the senior staff (and Donna) just out at a bar together. Like give me an hour of nothing but CJ beating everyone at pool and Sam being terrible at darts and too many tequila shots and Josh’s sensitive system and if Josh and Donna snuck off to kiss a little, well who am I to deny that?

From @joshlymanhot: what’s the one fic you would want to see actually made into the show

RUNNING RUNNING RUNNING RUNNING RUNNING. DID I MENTION RUNNING?

Thanks again to j for chatting with us this week, and thanks to everyone who asked questions. If you’d like to be featured in a future creator spotlight, dm us here or on twitter, or send an email to [email protected]!

xx, What’s next?

#the west wing #west wing #tww #tww fandom #tww fic recs #creator spotlight #josh lyman #donna moss #josh x donna #cj cregg #toby ziegler #cj x toby #kate harper #sam seaborn

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beels-burger-babe · 3 years

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Of Jealousy and Friendship - Pt. 1

Topic number 2 won in the vote to be written next! So without further-a-do, let’s get going!...This ended up being a two part thing. Oh Well. Here’s part one. - B GN! MC Summary: MC makes a lower demon friend who may secretly be hoping for something more than friendship. The Demon Bros are not about to let this happen. Part Two: Here, Epilogue: Here It all started in magical potions. When you first arrived, the course wasn’t so bad since you took it with Beelzebub. The two of you always partnered up; the hour would consist of you jokingly scolding Beel for trying to eat ingredients and making light hearted jokes with one another whenever the teacher turned their back. But once the second semester started, Beel was moved out of the course as it had gotten too expensive to keep him in a class where most of the subject matter was edible. Which left you alone and bored in the classroom as the teacher went on and on about Mandrake roots and what they can be used for. You let out a heavy sigh and plopped your forehead onto the desk. A soft snort came from beside you. You glanced over to see a demon with his feet propped up on his desk staring right back at you out of the corner of his dark green eyes. He smiled at you with a tilt of his head. “The lectures are a total snooze fest right? I joined this class cause I thought we’d be making potions and causing stuff to explode. Not sitting here twisting our thumbs all day.”

You bit back a laugh as you worried glanced over at the professor, who was none-the-wiser to the little conversation the two of you were sharing. You looked back over to the demon. His dark skin caused those hauntingly green eyes of his pop out at all who met his gaze, with carefully trimmed and styled black curls sitting stylishly on the top of his head. There was a playful and mischievous energy to him that reminded you of Belphie, Asmo and Mammon. “Unfortunately suffering through this section of class is mandatory to be allowed to mess around with the fun stuff.” The demon groaned and threw his head back. “Urgh, that’s so unfair. What’s the worst that can happen? The potion explodes and kills us? Newsflash teach, we’re already dead.” You couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out at that one. “Well actually the worse that could happen, for you at least as I am a very mortal human, is that you’d suffer the consequences from one of the potions. Anything from shrinking to de-aging to charms, all kinds of things. I’ve seen the effects of a potion gone wrong a number of times during my time down here. Trust me; you don’t want to be on the receiving end.” He looked over at you with an analytical eye as the corners of his lips tilted upwards. “So you’re the human that everyone’s talking about.” He trailed off, and glanced over at the teacher to make sure they weren’t looking before stretching out his hand towards you. “I’m Cane. You know despite being the talk of RAD, I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone mention your name?” You took his hand into your own and lightly shook it. “I’m MC.”

Cane leaned back into his chair, “It’s a pleasure to finally put a name and face to that glowing reputation of yours, MC. I see your pretty good at this potions thing, and I hear that you’re a lot of fun. How about you meet me downtown for supper later and we can study and get to know each other a little better?” Your initial instinct was to agree, but then you paused as you thought of the brothers. “I don’t know. I don’t think that Lucifer or the others would like it much if I went out on my own.” The demon huffed and light heartedly rolled his eyes. “You won’t be alone, you’ll be with me. I may not be as powerful as them, but I’m still a pretty good fighter.” He teasingly placed a gentle punch onto your shoulder, “Besides, it’s not like they’re boss of you. Are you really going to let a bunch of snobby Lords keep you from making the best of your time in the Devildom?” That last remark hit a nerve. If there was one thing that had spread quite quickly about you around RAD, it was that you were known for being a little reckless, prideful, and never being able to back down from a challenge, and boy did that statement have you itching to prove him wrong. You smiled, a sharp dangerous smile, at Cane. “I’ll go. And we’re going to do so much more than just go to a lame restaurant and study. You want to have fun and take risks? We’ll have fun and take risks. Whatever you want to do...to a degree,” you added in quickly remembering that you were talking to a demon and if you didn’t implement any boundaries there was no telling what you’d get yourself into, “I’m in.” Cane’s eyes sparkled as his smile widened. “Damn. I guess it’s true that you’re a bit of dare devil. Alright, you’re on. Meet me at Hell’s Kitchen a 4pm. We’ll study and hit the books as promised, but afterwards...Get ready for the night of your life.” ***

The brothers were concerned. You had rushed into the House of Lamentation after school and sprinted to your room, changed out of your uniform and promptly shouted that you were “going out” before taking off before any of them could complain. Mammon had tried to argue that someone should follow you, and while that wasn’t a terrible idea, Lucifer wanted to give you the question of the doubt. Worst case scenario, you come back home a little scratched up and learn your lesson about taking off into the dangers of the Devildom. At least that’s what he had thought when you had initially left. It was now bordering midnight, and you had yet to return home. So yeah, the brothers were very concerned. Mammon was pacing and ranting about how this all could’ve been avoided if they had only listened to him for once. Leviathan was trying to distract himself with his game, but everyone could see the worried glances he kept throwing to the entrance and clock as the minutes ticked by. Satan sat near where Mammon and would occasionally scold or correct him, and sometimes even throw in his own ideas on what could be done while he thumbed through a book on location spells. Asmodeus was strangely quiet, sitting near the fire by himself with arms wrapped around his torso as he stared into the flames. He would occasionally move a hand to wipe at his face before it went right back to hugging himself. Beelzebub had lost his appetite. He sat next to Belphie, taking comfort in his twin’s presence, while Belphegor pretended to be unbothered and asleep, even though his mind was racing with the many stupid situations you could’ve gotten yourself into. And Lucifer...He just sat in a door near the entryway, his eyes fixed on the entrance as he silently waited. Finally, just as the clock stroke midnight, they could hear your recognizable laugh from behind the door. “Oh my god! That was incredible! I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun in life!” Leviathan stiffened at the statement, his hands gripping tighter onto his game. “What did I tell you? I promised you the night of your life, and I sure as Diavolo always make sure to deliver,” everyone froze at the sound of the teasing male voice. “Though I didn’t expect the Seven Lords’ precious human to be a complete bad ass. You were amazing out there.” Leviathan mumbled something before getting up and leaving the room. Mammon growled lowly and looked at the others, “Anyone know who the hell that is?” Asmo finally stood, wiping at his face as he did, and began to stride towards the door, “Why don’t we find out?” Without waiting for a response, Asmodeus swung the door open and pulled on a bright smile as he reached out and wrapped an arm around you. “MC, darling, you didn’t tell me you were bringing over guests! Don’t tell me you’re trying to have fun without me?” You blinked up at the Asmo before smiling softly at his tactics. “Oh, hey Asmo! I didn’t expect you to be up. Cane here was just dropping me off.” The demon in question didn’t even so much as stiffen as Asmodeus’s dangerous stare shifted over to him. Instead Cane stood there, relaxed, with a shit-eating grin on his face. Asmodeus raised an eyebrow at him and allowed a bit of his demonic aura to exude around him. “Oh really? At this time of night? Makes a demon wonder what kind of mischief the two of you had gotten up to,” while maintaining eye contact with Cane, Asmo rested his chin against your shoulder. “You know dear, if you wanted “fun” that badly all you had to do was ask. I assure you I could’ve shown you a much better time.” He purred and softly kissed your shoulder. You shivered, missing the way Asmo stiffened as he noticed something, and swatted at the Avatar of Lust as you moved away from him. “Down Asmo. It’s nothing like that. Cane’s in my magical potions class. We went out to study together and decided to hit a couple clubs while we were out. No biggy.” “If it’s ‘no biggy’ then why were you out all night without giving us any kind of warning of where you were going or how long you’d be out?” Everyone whirled around as Lucifer stood in the doorway with a frown etched on his face and his arms crossed. He took a step closer to you before freezing mid-step, his nose twitching. His eyes flared red as they fell onto Cane. The lower demon tensed and curled his hands into fists, but seemed to be refusing to back down. Lucifer snarled, “What exactly was it that you said the two of you were up to tonight?” You frowned and stepped between Lucifer and your new friend. “Hey! Stop it! He didn’t do anything, if that’s what you’re implying. And I wasn’t aware that I needed permission for every single thing that I do!” You snapped poking his chest as you moved into his space. “So excuse me for wanting to go out and enjoy myself for once!” Whatever fear Cane had been showing, quickly slipped away at seeing you stand your ground against the mighty first born. “Yeah. What they said.” Lucifer growled and caught your hand into his own, pulling you close and leaning in, “You’d be wise to remember that you are in the Devildom and surrounded by beings that have no where near as good intentions as you’d assume. Being so reckless and naïve down here could get you killed again, I thought you had learned that.” His tone was cold and unapologetic as he practically spat the words in your face. You glared at Lucifer as you yanked your hand out of his grasp. There was so many things you wanted to say to him, but none of them would be right to say in front of an audience. You huffed and turned to face Cane. “I am so sorry about those two. Thanks again for tonight and bringing me home. I’ll see you tomorrow in class, okay?” Cane gave you a side smile as he scratched the back of his neck. “It’s nothing. I had a great time hanging out with you. Hopefully we can do again...under better circumstances. Goodnight MC.” He took a step towards you and pulled you into a hug. You smiled, wondering how Lucifer and Asmo could be stirring up such a fuss about a guy who had been nothing but kind to you, and gently hugged him back. What you couldn’t see, was Cane making direct eye contact with the two other demons, as one of his wrists gently brushed up and down you back and he very lightly nuzzled, so lightly that you could just barely feel it, his face against your neck. “Hey, what’s takin’ everyone so- WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK?!” Mammon stormed forward and yanked you out of the demon’s embrace, already changing into his demon form. “Who the hell do you think you are scenting our human, huh?!” He lifted Cane off the ground by the collar of his shirt, causing the lower demon growl as he scratched at Mammon’s hands. You yanked on Mammon’s jacket and arms and tried to get him to back off. “Woah! Mammon, relax! It was just a hug!” “No it wasn’t,” Satan grumbled as he and the rest of the brothers (excluding Leviathan who was now sulking in his room) stood in the door way. “The fact that you don’t know that makes this even worst. But this isn’t a conversation we should be having out here.” Beel stared down at the demon with a fierce glare. “You should leave while you’re still able. And if you know what’s best for you, you’ll stay away from MC.” “Wha- Beel! Cut that out!” Cane took a step backwards, fear beginning to spill into his expression as he finally realizes just how out-powered and out-numbered he is. Still, he was stubborn pain in the ass; it was part of the reason he had been so drawn to you in the first place as he related to your reckless habits. He held Beelzebub’s glare and returned it with one of his own. “I think that MC can choose for themself who they do and do not hang out with, thanks. They already said they wanted to see me tomorrow so they will. We’re friends after all. And classmates,” his grin sharpened as he continued. “I do have to thank you, Lord Beelzebub, for that opening in magical potions by the way. Never would’ve got in if you hadn’t been kicked out.” Before he could say anymore, he was met with a punch in the face. Belphegore lazily shook out his hand and his looked at Cane with an unbothered expression. “I believe we told you to leave. Now get. The. Fuck. Out.” Cane scoffed and turned to you once more. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, Dare Devil.” You would’ve snorted at the nickname, but you were to distracted from the brother’s behavior. “Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow. Get home safe, Cane.” With another nod, the demon left; leaving you alone with six of the seven brothers bubbling with jealousy, anger, and concern.

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theinvisiblecapricorn · 3 years

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Surprise, surprise.

Author's note: This is my first ever written one shot. The inspiration popped into my head during my shower. Please let me know what you think. Enjoy

Fluffy one shot.

Part 1.

// Introduction //

A little info about Y/N and Vinnie.

So, you guys met during the first Covid lockdown.

You weren’t really seeing anyone of your friends during this time because you didn’t feel like taking any risks. So the only way for you to interact with anyone, was via social media. Before lockdown you also kind of give up on the idea of finding a lover because the last time you gave it a shot it didn’t work out.

You remember one of your best friends told you ‘’ Once you start focusing on yourself, it’ll come to you. ‘’ Well, what better way to focus on yourself other than during quarantine?

That’s when Vinnie came into the picture.

After many failed attempts of having a normal conversation with serval people, the last thing Vinnie expected was to meet someone like you. A lot of the time people tried to take advantage of the fact that he was famous. They would post his personal info on social media and share their conversations for clout. Just like you, Vinnie was kind of over the idea of meeting someone who would like him for his personality instead of his name.

You guys instantly clicked. It felt like talking to someone you’ve known your entire life. There wasn’t a thing you couldn’t share with another. But because the two of you lived in different time zones you couldn’t talk as much as you’d like, but you made it manageable. There was only one problem; traveling was not an option due to Covid, so the two of you had never seen each other in real life.

Until now…

// End of introduction //

Alex (Warren) set up his camera to make a video.

He clicked on record and looked into the camera.

‘’ So as you guys know, Vinnie and Y/N met online in the beginning of Covid, but they’ve never officially seen each other in real life. Now that traveling is allowed again and Vinnie hasn’t been feeling himself lately, I thought it was a good idea to surprise him. I bought y/n a plan ticket so she can come over and hopefully cheer Vinnie up. And I will document the entire journey. ‘’

// Vinnie’s POV //

It’s noon. I lay on my bed, scrolling on my phone through TikTok. I haven’t heard from Y/N all day. Normally she would call me before going to bed herself, but she never did. I tried texting her but no reply.

Y/NNNN????

Yo bro, you there???

I miss your voiceeee

Please don’t be asleep already 

Pick up!!!!!! Or else I’m coming for you.

God, I wish I could just fly to wherever she was at and kiss her entire face. Because, yes, I am indeed in love with her, and she feels the same way about me. I just never thought I could recognize so much of myself in someone else. She’s the most kind, beautiful and loving person I know, and I can’t wait to hold her in my arms one day and never let go.

I’m starting to daydream about a life with y/n without the long distance, because it truly sucks. Then I hear a knock on the door and before I know it Alex comes rushing in with his camera in his hand.

( Vinnie & Alex )

‘’ Vinnie, say hello to everyone! ‘’

‘’ Hello everyone. Alex what do you want? ‘’

‘’ Why are you assuming I want something from you? ‘’

‘’ Because you only enter my room if you either have one of your crazy ideas to share or if you want me to get involved in something I probably shouldn’t get involved into. ‘’

‘’ Pfft, not true. My ideas aren’t crazy, they’re brilliant in their own way. ‘’

Alex grins at me. Suspiciously.

‘’ Anyways that’s not the point Vincent, I actually came in to see if you would join me to get some groceries because the only thing left are rise waffles and I’m starving. ‘’

Alex is blinking his eyes with the same grin he has had on from the moment he came into my room.

He’s not going to leave until I agree on coming. So before I know it, we’re on our way to the grocery store.

// Y/N’s POV //

I received a text from Alex a few weeks ago. He told me about his idea to surprise Vinnie. I couldn’t be more excited. Ever since Vinnie and I started talking I have pushed many of my personal boundaries. In a positive way. Vinnie has helped me regain trust in others and has showed me that love is real. I have lost my faith in love due to my previous experiences. That’s why the connection that I have with Vinnie is so important to me.

I have arrived at the airport as I turn on my phone. My phone starts to receive all the missed text messages and calls from Vinnie. I smile as I read through them.

‘’ Oh Vin, if only you knew ‘’ I think to myself.

I hear someone yelling my name behind me. As I turn around, I see Nailea running towards me.

Nailea is a close friend of Vinnie so of course she was the first to know about Vinnie’s contact with me. She’s been super kind to me, and I consider her as the sister I never had.

Nailea hugs me once she has approached me.

( Y/N & Nailea )

‘’ OH MY GOD. Girl, I am so happy that you’re finally hereeeee!!! ’’

I laugh as I see people around looking at us.

‘’ I am also very happy to be here. To finally meet everyone. For real. ‘’

‘’ Yea, now tell me, does my nose look bigger on the screen than in real life? ‘’

‘’ Hahaha, no Nai. You look fantastic on the screen and even better in real life. ‘’

Nailea and I take my stuff and walk out of the airport.

Once settled in the car, I receive a text from Alex:

We’re almost at the store. He hasn’t got a clue. See you there.

This is all a part of Alex his big plan. First, I will act like a regular costumer shopping at the same store as Vinnie and Alex. Then once they get back, Alex will distract Vinnie just a little longer, so he won’t notice me walking past the car right away. Brilliant.

// Vinnie’s POV //

Alex and I walk into the store.

‘’ Alright, what do we need? ‘’

‘’ Anything but rise waffles. ‘’

I shake my head, laughing, as I walk to the lemonade aisle.

Alex is taking out his camera and starts filming me from a far.

I start singing Paparazzi by Lady Gaga as I act like I'm hiding from him.

‘’ Oh, you should also take a few cans of coke. ‘’ Alex suggests.

As I walk towards the aisle with cans of lemonade, I notice a girl standing in front of it. Her hair instantly reminds me of Y/N. The exact same length, color and texture. Call me a simp, but I just pay a lot of attention to the girl I love. I slowly approach the girl before Alex attacks be by throwing a teddy bear on my head.

‘’ Hey, watch it! ‘’ I fix my hair.

‘’ Sorry man, I just know how much you like teddy bears. ‘’ Alex’s laughing out loud as he zooms in to my face.

I laugh, as I start to think back to the day Alex thought it would be funny to buy a giant teddy bear and have Patrick in it to scare me.

Just then, I notice the girl was gone. I didn’t see her anywhere else again.

After collecting all the stuff, we needed, we went home.

Once we arrived home, Alex stopped me before I opened my car door.

‘’ Let’s just sit here for a bit and talk about some stuff. ‘’ I stare at Alex with a confused look on my face.

‘’ Yea, because the viewers want to know, how are things going between you and Y/N? ‘’

I scratch the back of my neck and start feeling the heat take over my cheeks.

‘’ I mean, it’s hard sometimes. She’s one of the most important people in my life, yet I haven’t even met her in person. But I just know that once I do, that everything will naturally fall into it’s place. ‘’

Alex pouts as he listens to all the sweet things I have to say.

‘’ You really like her, don’t you? ‘’

‘’ I mean, yea I do. I really do. ‘’

‘’ Alright, so imagine her standing in front of you right now, what would you do? ‘’

I look at my hands as I start to imagine a situation like that.

‘’ Uh… If she was standing in front of me right now.. I would.. ‘’ My eyes scan a figure walking past the car and I couldn’t believe my eyes.

// Y/N’s POV //

Shit, I almost got caught. The plan was to go into the store, just to admire Vinnie from a far. I didn’t plan to stand in the exact aisle, where he needed to get something from. Luckily, Alex had a plan to distract Vinnie while I fled to the exit. Phew, that was close.

Alex texted me, saying they were on their way home. That’s when it hit me, I am going to be able to see, touch and kiss Vinnie for the first time ever. Nailea noticed my anxiety kicking in and she told me everything would be just fine.

It didn’t take long before Alex’s car pulled up on the driveway. Alex and Vinnie stayed in the car for a bit. My phone started buzzing as I read the notification: ‘’ Now!’’ That was my cue.

As nervous as one can be, I walked past the car with the person who’s the other half of my heart in it. I didn’t dare to look in his direction.

// Vinnie’s POV //

I couldn’t believe my eyes. This isn’t real right? Was I dreaming? I mean, I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night because I was worried sick due to Y/N not responding to me anymore.

I rub my eyes as I watch in the direction of the person again and there’s no way it couldn’t be her.

Then she turns her face into my direction and my heart starts pounding. There she is, the love of my life, the only person who can make my day just by popping up in my notifications, Y/N.

As I try to open my door, I hear Alex locking it.

‘’ Let me out! ‘’ I look at Alex as I try to unlock the door, but unable because he keeps his hand infront of the lock.

‘’ You haven’t answered my question yet. ‘’ Alex smirks at me, but I do not find it funny at all.

‘’ Please, let me out and I’ll show you what I would do if she were to stand in front of me ‘’

And with, I heard the door unlock. I jumped out of the car and ran as fast as I could to the person who I longed for the most.

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parkersroses · 3 years

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1:32 AM | harry styles.

summary: a series of moments in yours and Harry’s life together that seemed to occur around 1:32 AM.

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

word count: 3.6k words

warning(s): nothing but fluff with a bit of husband!/dad!harry

a/n: (disclaimer: gif is not mine and belongs to @harryisart) hope y’all like this! i thought it was a cute concept. reblogs/feedbacks are very much appreciated <3

It was half past midnight.

You couldn’t sleep and it was practically driving you insane. You blame yourself for having a last minute coffee before bed. So stupid, you thought.

You tossed and turned in bed, drank some water, even tried counting sheeps; but to no avail, you could not get a wink of sleep. You sighed, thinking of ways to get yourself to sleep; you were lucky that tomorrow - well, today - was Saturday.

You grabbed your phone from your nightstand, groaning as the bright light from the screen hurt your eyes. You scrolled through your contacts to find the number you were looking for. Harry.

You stared at the contact photo he personally set, your thumb hovering on the call button. You remembered the day you took the picture. It was the both of you lying on the hammock he had at his house. You were all cuddled up and he thought it would make a great picture. So, he snapped a few pictures, some of them which you both pretended to be asleep for the joke of it.

You smiled at the memory but remembered why you wanted to call him. You hit the call button and waited for his response.

You heard the line being picked up. “Hello?” you heard Harry say, his voice hoarse and deep from the sleep he had woken up to.

“Hi, Harry,” you said softly, a sheepish grin on your face appeared. Harry chuckled on the phone. “‘Ello, love. Any reason you woke me up at nearly one in the morning?”

You buried your face in your pillow in embarrassment, grateful how he couldn’t see you right now. “Couldn’t sleep. Was wondering if you could help tired me out or somethin’,” you said sheepishly.

Harry laughed at this. His girlfriend, his silly, lovely, and beautiful girlfriend, waking him up just to ask for sleeping advice. If he was being honest, he actually liked the fact that she called him. It gave him the excuse to go visit and cuddle with her. At this point, he should’ve just asked her to move in with him.

“Hmm,” he hummed as he got up to grab a shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

“Hmm?” He heard you copied back.

“I can think of ways to tire you out, love,” he said teasingly, and he could imagine the blush on your face. “Harry,” you whined, prolonging the ‘Y’. He chuckled at her. “What? I’m just saying I got a lot of options,” he said innocently as he grabbed the keys.

Your eyebrows furrowed at the sound of keys being picked up. “Wait, what are you doing, H?” you asked as you sat up on the bed. “On my way to tire you out, love,” he said casually as he locked his door.

“Harry, no. You don’t have to come over. Just stay at home, and I don’t know, talk me to sleep or something?” you said questionably. You didn’t actually think he would get up and walk out the door just to visit you because you couldn’t sleep. “Where’s the fun in not visiting my girlfriend in the middle of the night? Besides, I might stopped by somewhere to buy some snacks,”

“Harry, I don’t think-,” You’re cut off by the sound of his car starting.

“Sorry, love. Engine’s too loud. See you in a bit. Bye!” he said quickly, prolonging his ‘bye’ as he hung up. You stared at your phone in disbelief, scoffing at Harry’s childish behaviour as you put your phone on the nightstand.

You might as well wait for your loving boyfriend to come help you sleep.

“You know you didn’t have to come over,” you said as you sat by the island, watching Harry put away the bags of snacks he managed to buy. He scoffed in response. “And what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t attend to my girlfriend’s call for help?” he said dramatically.

He walked over and gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead as he hugged you. You sighed happily into his chest as you breathed in his faint cologne. “So, what are we going to do?” You asked, your voice muffled against his shirt.

He unwrapped his arms and proceeded to pull you with him to your room. “We’re going to watch The Notebook because you tend to fall asleep halfway through the film, nearly every time,” he said sarcastically. You were about to object that statement but realised that he did have a point. “Hmm, fair point,” you said, sitting on your bed as he set up the movie.

“Scoot over, bubs,” he said as he walked over to the other side of your bed. You cuddle on his side as the movie started to play.

“Harry,” you said, looking up to his face. “Hmm?” he hummed as he looked at you.

“I love you,” you said, feeling a little blush forming on your cheeks. It was the first time you said those words to him, nevertheless, you couldn’t be more sure of loving him. Harry smiled at you, his dimple making an appearance. “I love you, too,” he said, leaning down to give you a gentle kiss.

And he was right. Nearly halfway through the movie, you already sound asleep. He paused the movie and switched off the television as he adjusted your position on the bed.

It was 1:32 AM when you both fell asleep together.

❊

You were sitting on the kitchen floor with Harry. Boxes of plates, cups and other kitchen appliances surrounded you. Some were filled with porcelain and China dishes that you might not even use and instead just put them on display.

You both finally did it. You finally moved in together. It did take a lot of Harry convincing you about it, but with his impossibly good way of charming you, you managed to give in.

You found a moderate-sized house, nothing too big and fancy but nothing too small either. The thing that sold you the most was the amazing backyard, complete with a pool and large space for outdoor activities. It was perfect to the both of you.

You were still in the process of putting everything in place. The bedroom was the first to get done, mainly because Harry was excited to make love to you as many times in your new home. It felt really good to call it that.

It was already late, nearly one. You were tired to say the least but you wanted to put things in their places as much as possible because you couldn’t stand to bump into another box. Harry let out a big yawn as he put away the last dishes of the current box.

“Close your mouth, bubs,” you said, not looking up at him as you started to open another box. “Y/N, maybe we should take a break,” he said as he attempted to pull the box away from you. You pouted at him. “There’s still so many things to put away, though,” you whined a bit.

Harry chuckled as he cupped your face in his large hands, the coolness of his rings sending shivers up your spine. “And we can do them in the morning or the afternoon. We just moved here 3 days ago. We got time, there’s no rush,” he said softly.

You sighed but you knew he was right. You were beginning to feel tired too and sleeping sounded heavenly at the moment. You glanced outside the glass sliding door and an idea popped into your head.

“Hey, wanna go swimming?” you asked excitedly. Harry’s eyes widened at this and let out a small laugh. “Love, it’s nearly one. We should get some sleep, don’t ya think?”

“Yeah, but I really wanna go swimming. In our pool,” you said and Harry knew he would never get tired of hearing that. Their pool, their bed, their couch; their home.

He sighed, knowing he couldn’t just deny this innocent request of yours and smiled at you. “Fine, let’s go change,” he said.

You smiled cheekily and stood up. “Who said anything about changing?”

You quickly rushed out the back door, taking Harry by surprise as he hurried after you. You could imagine his shock as he saw you stripping out of your clothes, down into nothing.

Fuck, he thought as he was entranced by your beautiful body.

“Are you coming?” you called out to him and smirked as you jumped into the cool water. Harry broke out of his trance and quickly undressed so he could get in the pool with you.

He quickly got in the pool and cursed as he was submerged into the freezing cold water. You giggled at him and swam gently towards him. “Feels nice, doesn’t it?” You smirked at your boyfriend.

“Yeah, great! It’s not like my balls are freezing in ‘ere,” he said sarcastically. You hummed as you wrapped your arms around his neck, your legs around his hips. He was quick to hold you in place by your thighs.

“You’re mean. Stripping off naked in front of me just to get me in this bloody pool. Mean, I tell ya,” he said as he pouted at you. You giggled at his silliness and pressed your forehead on his.

“You love me, anyway,” you said teasingly. “Yeah, I might just reconsider that,” he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes at you. You gasped dramatically and began to pull away but he kept you stuck to him. “No, don’t go! You’re very warm, lovie,” he whined as he buried his face in your neck.

“I do love you, darlin’” Harry said lovingly as he kissed the base of your neck, making you smile at the gesture.

You both continued to swim around until you decided to get out of the freezing water before you turned pruny. You carefully made your way to your now shared bedroom, leaving a wet trail behind because you didn’t bother to bring out towels.

It was 1:32 AM when you finally fell asleep in your shared bed; your shared home.

❊

Harry slowly parked his car in the garage, shutting off the engine. He turned to you, smiling as he saw you sleeping in the passenger seat even though you insisted on staying up to keep him company.

You had gotten back from an event that Harry had attended. It was nice to feel the glitz and glam sometimes but even Harry would agree that it would become too tiring to handle. They ended staying back quite a bit until they realised how late it was and decided to go home then.

Harry gently shook your shoulder as he tried to wake you up. “Lovie, wake up. We’re home,” he said softly. You groaned a bit as you were disturbed from your slumber. Your mind was hazy and your vision was blurry as you looked around.

You sighed and closed your eyes for a bit. “I fell asleep, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, felt a bit lonely actually,” Harry joked. You were always the one to think that you should be awake to keep him company as he drove, that and making sure he didn’t crash.

You smiled sleepily at him, “Sorry, bubs.” You said, kissing his knuckles.

“No worries, darlin’. Let’s go to bed now, yea?” He said, already unbuckling his seatbelt, you doing the same.

Your mind was still hazy from your sleep so Harry had to help guide you upstairs to make sure you didn’t trip and fall. You fell on your bed on your stomach, sighing into the soft comfortable mattress. Harry chuckled at this but knew if he didn’t help you out of your dress and clean off your makeup before bed, he’d be in big trouble.

“Lovie, c’mere. Gotta clean you up,” he said gently, slowly lifting you off the bed and guided you to the bathroom. You whined in exhaustion but followed him anyway. He began removing makeup gently and making sure you washed your hands and feet. Both of you were lucky to have showered earlier before leaving.

You sometimes felt like Harry was too good for you. But you loved how it showed how much he loved to take care of you. The simple things he did truly warmed your heart.

“Can I wear your shirt?” You asked, sitting on the bed in just your underwear. Harry was already ahead of you by lending you his white shirt. “You forgot that I know you too well,” he smirked at you as you sheepishly put on his shirt. You’ve always had a habit of sleeping in his clothes so tonight was no surprise to him.

After putting on his sweatpants, he began to tuck you in bed. He gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead before pulling away. “No, come back,” you whined as you reached out for him.

Harry chuckled as he kissed your palm. “Just gonna get some water for us, lovie. Be back soon,” he said assuredly. When he came back, he turned off the lights and quickly got in beside you.

You cuddled with Harry, burying your nose in his neck as you soaked in as much warmth as you could. “I love you, Harry,” you said with your eyes closed already.

Harry’s eyes wandered on your features as you began to drift off to Dreamland. He brushed off the hair that was covering your face because he loved seeing your face before drifting off to sleep. Your head leaned in a bit to his palm that was resting on your cheek.

Harry was truly in love with you, he realised that a long while ago. And he knew you felt the same. One year down into your relationship and he had never been more sure of spending the rest of his lifetime with you.

He closed his eyes and sighed into his pillow. “Y/N,” he whispered in the dark. He heard you hummed in response. “Will you marry me?” He asked softly. He kept his eyes closed, feeling afraid of your answer.

Harry felt your hand on his cheek and he sighed at the feeling. “Harry, look at me,” he heard you whispered. He opened his eyes, seeing you looking at him with watery eyes. “Of course I will,” you said tearfully, smiling at him.

Harry let out a breath of relief. He leaned in to give you a kiss which you quickly gave in. Breaking away, he wiped off your tears that you didn’t realise were running down your cheeks.

“Let me get your ring, yea?” Harry said happily as he got off the bed to search for the ring he bought for you weeks ago. You giggled at him, feeling an overwhelming sense of happiness and warmth.

It was 1:32AM when you slept with a ring of your finger, right next to your fiancé.

❊

It was cold but the fireplace filled the room with a lot of warmth. Some Christmas music was playing softly in the background.

“You look very cute, darlin’,” you heard Harry say as he sat down next to you on the couch, handing you a mug of hot chocolate. Both of you were repping your Christmas sweaters in honour of the holiday.

“Hmm, thank you, bubs,” you said as you carefully sipped on your hot chocolate.

Both of you had a small Christmas eve dinner together with your families. When they said it was the most magical time of the year, you couldn’t deny that statement. It was because your home was filled with joy and laughter, drinking up on some warm milk and glasses of wine.

It was already past midnight, which meant it was already Christmas morning. While you agreed to wait until the morning for opening presents, you still were tempted to give Harry one gift that you’ve been saving.

“Hey,” you said as you looked up to him. Harry hummed in response, sipping his drink out from his pink mug. “Got a present to give ya,” you said smiling at him. You kissed his cheek and put your mint green mug down on the coffee table as you got up to get your gift for him.

Harry whined as you left your spot from beside him. “Babe, let’s do this in the morning. Just want to cuddle with my wife,” he called out to you in a whiny voice. You giggled as you rummaged through your drawer. Grabbing the red box, you hurried down to your husband, nerves building up as you approached near him.

You sat down again next to him and handed him the box. Harry shook the box a bit to get a hint of what was inside. “If it’s something you’re gonna wear f’me later, then I don’t want it,” he said as he wiggled his eyebrows in a teasing manner.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Just open the damn box,” you said as you sip on your drink again. He hummed in response as he took off the lid of the box, rummaging through the paper tissues inside.

“I’m just saying, love. If it’s lingerie, might as well put it on-,”

Harry paused on his words. His eyes were fixated on the sonogram that sat in the middle of the box. Shakingly, he lifted it up to his face, rubbing his eyes as if to see if they were tricking him. But it was there.

Harry looked at you with wide eyes and you could see the tears starting to form in them. You smiled nervously, not knowing if his reaction was a good one. “Y-You’re pregnant?” he asked, his voice wavering as he spoke. You nodded at him, tears escaping your eyes as you put a hand on your growing stomach. “I’m pregnant,” you confirmed with your voice cracking.

It was the most heartwarming reaction you thought as Harry broke down in front of you, wrapping his arms around you as he laid his head on your stomach. You laughed tearfully at him as you held at his shaking body tightly against you. You felt him pressing kisses on your clothed stomach and you could feel your heart bursting at the gesture.

“We’re having a baby,” he cried out.

“We’re having a baby, bubs,” you repeated his words as you rubbed his back.

Harry pulled away and cupped your face, kissing you passionately in which you returned. You could feel the tears on your faces as you kissed, giggling at how much of a mess you both were.

“I love you,” he mumbled out into the kiss. To him, no other Christmas present would ever top this. And it truly was a merry Christmas.

“I love you, too,” you said lovingly.

It was 1:32 AM when you both slept in each other’s arms, Harry’s hand on your stomach, where your little love was growing.

❊

Harry was awakened from his sleep when he heard loud crying. Sighing, he turned to see you still sleeping and huddled up in the blankets. He got out of bed, stretched his muscles a bit, and put on some sweatpants before attending the crying child.

Parenthood was indeed a challenge to the both of you and you couldn’t deny that. It was hard at first adjusting to the new chapter of your lives, with all the sleepless nights and cleaning up baby puke, but you managed to pull through. Though it seemed like maybe this was another one of your sleepless nights.

Harry opened the nursery door, the crying of his baby appearing louder than before. “Hi, sunflower,” he cooed as he walked over to the crib where his baby girl was writhing against the blankets. Little baby Rosie’s cries seemed to tone down after seeing her father. She lifted her chubby arms to him, implying that she wanted to be held.

And who was Harry to deny this request to his daughter as he lifted her out of the crib. He grabbed the little pink blanket that he sewed for her - fatherhood really changed him. Harry cooed at his daughter who was staring at him with big wide eyes, the green eyes reflecting his. It was a notable inheritance, look-wise. Rosie babbled a bit to him and Harry nodded at her to make it seem like he understood.

Rosie was gripping one the little blanket Harry gave her when he felt a pair of arms wrapped around his waist. He smiled as he felt you putting your head on his shoulder, sighing tiredly as you looked at them. He pressed a kiss on your forehead, turning his body a bit so you could see your daughter.

“Bed’s cold,” you pouted as you stroke Rosie’s head gently. Rosie cooed at the gesture before nuzzling her head against Harry’s chest. “Sorry, lovie. Our little sunflower here wanted some company,” he said chuckling at the little baby in his arms.

You smiled as Rosie’s eyes were threatening to close. You sighed deeply as you pressed a kiss on Harry’s bare shoulder, which sent some shivers throughout his body. Harry could never get over with your every kiss and touch you laid upon him. He realised now how lucky he was to have come so far with you, despite the fights or arguments you had before.

“C’mon. She can lay with us,” you chose to say because nothing would warm your heart more than sleeping with your husband and daughter. Harry nodded and carefully carried the nearly sleeping baby into your bedroom. He laid Rosie in the center of your bed, putting her blanket over her little body.

As you got in your bed, Harry grabbed your arm. “Kissy?” He asked, pouting his lips at you. You giggled at your husband’s silliness and leaned forward to give him a kiss, humming at the feeling. “I love you,” you mumbled softly as you tucked yourself in next to him and Rosie.

“I love you, darlin’,” he said in return.

And it was 1:32 AM when Harry fell asleep next to his beautiful little family, feeling grateful for everything that has happened in your life together.

#harry styles #harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry styles x reader #harry styles oneshot #harry styles fic #dad!harry styles #husband!harry styles #parkersroses writing

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wheeier · 3 years

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no taking back

summary: it was only fun and games. but steve had other plans.

warnings: modern au, tooth-rotting fluff i guess, little but of swearing

+ olivia rodrigo’s sour album (stream besties), the movie tangled at the end because it just radiates as a comfort movie

yes a modern au !!! i just saw this on tiktok (the sour part, but the rest was my idea!) and thought it was so cute so it gave me an idea to make it as a fic, enjoy !!!

steve harrington x fem!reader

olivia rodrigo’s new album just released and you were thrilled to listen to it and stream it the whole day.

when you finally got to listen to it, you asked your friends—robin, nancy, and the party, if they listened to it and which ones were their favorites.

robin told you that her top three were hope ur ok, jealousy, jealousy, and brutal.

nancy said she really loved favorite crime.

max said hers was also brutal.

el told you that she played good 4 u and traitor on repeat that hopper had to go into her room to turn it down.

when mike comes over to the cabin he can assure that el does indeed play them on repeat and get pissy about it (but he secretly loves the album, but he wouldn’t let her or anyone know that).

and lastly lucas and dustin are fans of deja vu and 1 step forward 3 steps back. max even told you that they would sing the bridge of deja vu on the top of their lungs.

you slightly laughed at the memory of them telling you about it.

however, there’s one more person that you haven’t talked to about it yet.

steve.

your smile faltered and faded when he came across in your mind.

your feelings for him had deepened over the time and listening to the sour album made it feel like you two had broken up, which in fact, is not true because you were never together in the first place.

suddenly, an idea popped in your head. instead of being sad about steve, you thought about texting him, although it’s almost 1AM, you knew he’d still be up.

Sailor Man

You: hey

You: u up?

Sailor Man: duh

Sailor Man: this has been our nightly routine u always bother me when i’m about to go to sleep

You: fuck off

You: don’t pretend that you’re not binge watching outer banks until 4am

Sailor Man: i’m not?!?

You: yeah right

You: anyways

You: can u do me a favor

Sailor Man: will i get free pizza afterwards

You: no

Sailor Man: k

You: what the fuck

You: fine

Sailor Man: hehe

Sailor Man: what’s the favor ;)

You: dont get me started with that winky face i swear ure so dead when i see you at the wheeler’s house tomorrow

You: have you listened to olivia rodrigo’s new album

Sailor Man: ohh the bitter album?

You: ITS SOUR DUMBASS

Sailor Man: I DONT KNOW?!?

You: I CANT DO THIS HJAGSK

Sailor Man: shut up

Sailor Man: i’ve heard some of the songs but i haven’t fully listened to them

Sailor Man: why

You: can you like

You: ask me to be ur girlfriend then break up with me right after so i can experience and actually feel the whole sour album

Sailor Man: what

You: just do it !!

Sailor Man: you’re so funny (y/n/n)

Sailor Man: okay

Sailor Man: will you be my girlfriend?

You: yes !!!

You: ...

You: hello

You: dont tell me u fell asleep

Sailor Man: i’m not doing the last part you might as well forget about it

You: wjat

Sailor Man: :D

You: wtf

You: okay steve cut it out i’m not doing this anymore u’re not funny

Sailor Man: nope

Sailor Man: go to sleep we’re dating now that’s how this works

Sailor Man: okay i dont know if you’re still reading this now and i am terrified to say this to you in person like TERRIFIED. might piss my pants if i did. so (y/n/n), my favorite dumbass, my favorite person to talk to at night even if it interrupts my binge watching marathon, you make me so happy to the point that even when i sleep you’re still in my dreams. i like you. i have like the biggest fattest crush on you. and thank you for doing that sour album thing or whatever, because of that i get to finally ask you out

you rolled on your back after you read the message, facing the ceiling as your mind processed what just happened. was he playing with you? was he actually serious about asking you out?

Incoming video call...

Sailor Man

you took a deep breath before tapping the green button and placing it back down on the bed.

“hey,” you can tell that he was tired based on his voice. “can you show your face, please? i miss you.”

ignoring the butterflies in your stomach, you hesitantly lifted the phone and shifted your position to lay on your side. “hey.”

“hey yourself.” steve grins. that stupid grin that makes your stomach turn, that grin you always want to see everyday.

“what’s..up?” you avoided looking at him and started to admire your surroundings and the posters placed on your wall. this was the only time you were glad you weren’t with him in person.

“i just wanted to see if you’re okay.” of course he will ask that. he's steve. he cares about other more than himself.

“i am, thanks.” you showed a smile that doesn't reach your ears and steve knew something was bothering you. “hey, look. i'm sorry about my confession- if it made you uncomfortable i'm sorry-”

“no,” you cut him off, looking back at his face on the screen. “i’m fine, really. you don't have to apologize. i was just, surprised.”

there was silence between the two of you for a few seconds, before you spoke again. “did you mean it?” you voice was only above whisper but steve managed to hear them. “of course,” he answered almost too quick, without any hesitation. “i've been trying to find the perfect opportunity and had been asking god for signs because i can't make a move myself-”

“asking god?” you chuckled and steve smiled hearing them, glad that he somehow lightened the mood. “well, more like begging.” he continues and you giggled.

once your laughter died you both fell into silence again. you still couldn’t believe that out of a fun joke, it would turn into a whole another situation. “so, um.. just so you know, i’m not mad, or upset, or anything. i really was just surprised. it felt like a dream because i didn’t know that you like me back and all i did was just supposed to be a fun joke but—”

“hold on, back?”

“what?”

“like you back. you said i like you back.” steve sat up on his bed and fixed his hair as his eyes widened. “i did...” you said slowly, not catching up.

“does that mean you..”

then it hit you. “oh, right. yeah. i- i like you..too.” you waited for his reaction and once you saw him smile you couldn’t stop yourself from doing the same.

“i knew it. and well, i guess that confirms it. we’re dating now. no taking back.” he smirks then laughs when your rolled your eyes. “don’t flatter yourself, harrington. i did not say shit.” you pointed your index finger on the screen, barely containing your giggles.

“based on your beautiful smile i think you don’t need to say it. i like you, and you like me. we’re dating.” steve gives you a teasing smile. you tried keeping your serious face but it won’t last longer so you finally smiled again. “alright, fine. no taking backs. we’re dating.” you said then laughed as he whisper-yelled ‘yes!’ while fist pumping the air.

he soon joined your laughter and you stayed like that until your jaw was pretty much in pain because of your smiles. when it was all quiet again, you both just admired each other’s presence through the screens of your phones. “i wish i was there with you.” he mumbles. “yeah, me too.” you hugged your cold pillow beside you, closing your eyes for a moment and imagining it as steve.

“are your parents home?”

you snorted at his random question. “i’m actually alone right now, they’re out because dad got promoted at his work so he and mom and i think a few friends went out to celebrate. they should be home by an hour or two. why?”

“nothing.” was all he said before hanging up. you were left confused but then he’s your best friend after all, so you knew right then and there that he’ll do something stupid. after you turned your phone off you suddenly felt watching a movie so you went to the kitchen to make some popcorn.

when it was finished and had been put in a bowl, that’s when you heard your doorbell rang—in a pattern which you recognize, and only one person does that.

you let out a quiet laugh when you realized who it was and set the bowl on the counter before opening the door.

“hi!” steve greeted you with a smile. “uh, hi?” you laughed nervously and stepped aside for him to go in. “i smell popcorn, are we having a movie night?” he says as he steps inside and shrugged off his jacket. “actually yeah, i’m planning on watching—”

“tangled.” he finishes off, you subconsciously smiled upon hearing your favorite movie. “how’d you know?”

steve snatches a few popcorns from the bowl as you both arrived in the kitchen. “(y/n), you have watched that movie 7 times this week and always gush to me about it.”

“well, you’re the only one that is around my age that i can talk to with that movie. robin and nancy aren’t that into it.” you replied, grabbing the bowl and making your way back to your bedroom, steve following your heels. “and you think i’m the best option to talk to about that?” he asks, plopping down on your bed and resting his back on the headboard.

“you’re not complaining.” you shrugged as you grabbed your laptop and sat beside steve.

“yeah, probably because i like you.” it came out of his mouth casually. you froze in place and felt your cheeks heat up, finally nodding your head slowly, “..probably.” as you typed in the movie in your laptop you felt steve scoot closer, making your breath hitch.

you were both in a comfortable silence while watching the movie, except for a few jokes and comments that steve makes and him explaining how similar he was to flynn rider.

“you know, since i’m eugene, you could be rapunzel.” he suddenly says. you eyes were still on the screen but your eyebrows furrowed. “why? i’m nothing like her.”

finally looking at steve, you almost screamed how he was already looking at you. “oh, you are so rapunzel. you may not have the longest hair in the world, but you are pretty much similar.” he replies, smiling and not taking his eyes off of you.

you paused the movie and shifted your body towards him, intrigued by his explaination. “how so?”

“well, first off,” steve starts, resting his hands on the soft mattress. “you’re both sweet, you’re both a huge ray of sunshine, have gorgeous eyes and smile, and eugene is head over heels over you — and since he doesn’t exist in real life, i’d like to be the substitute.” he finished with a confident smile.

after about three seconds, you burst out of laughter. you laughed. as much as he loves the sound of your laugh, he can’t help but pout. “(y/n), i’m trying to be sweet here!”

“i’m sorry!- it’s just- i can’t help but laugh at your flirting.” you managed to say between your laughs. you know he’s kidding but he looked at you like he was offended.

your laughter died down and held steve’s face. “it’s cute, sorry.” you mumble with a little laugh. when he finally smiled you turned to your laptop and continued the movie.

steve gazes at you for a few more seconds before watching the movie with you again. “thank you.” you whisper, glancing at him.

“you’re very much welcome, my rapunzel.” he says smiling before he slides a bit down on the bed so his head could reach your shoulder and rests it there.

you giggled as you heard him whisper,

“thank you, olivia rodrigo.”

#steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington fluff #fluff #imagines #stranger things imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #stranger things fic #cute fic #i hope you enjoyed help #fluff fic #steve harrington x reader imagine #sour #sour olivia rodrigo #tangled

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peaxhcringe · 3 years

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Late Work

I wrote this at 2am because I got the idea and decided why tf not write this, it’s also very much my way of avoiding sleep 😌 Enjoy!

Genre: Comfort, Fluff

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x gn! reader

Warnings: a bit of cussing, stress, mentions of taking medication

wc: 1K

It was another night of you staring at your laptop screen, the bright light shinning in your eyes giving you you’re third headache of the week. You have no idea how long you’ve stared at the same worksheet, maybe an hour? 2? You lost track after the clock hit 11:30 pm.

Typically you’d be asleep by now, as it was a Sunday night -well Monday morning by now- but here you were doing some assignments you had managed to forget about. You totally blame Kaminari for this, if he hadn’t decided to make a stupid bet with you in Mario Kart you’d be sound asleep by now.

An annoyed sigh left your mouth as you rested your elbows on the wooden desk, letting your face fall into your hands and your eyes close. You were beyond tired even after drinking 2 cups of coffee and taking your medicine, both of which were supposed to make you focused or at least conscious.

Running your hands through your hair you leaned back in your chair, resting your arms behind your head as you stretch your back a satisfying pop filling your ears.

You glanced at your phone, thinking if you should really wake your boyfriend up. Your heart drops as you look at the time, 1:15 am, you have training first thing in the morning and at the rate, you’re going you’ll never finish this work.

Taking a deep breath you grab your phone and dialing his number and holding the phone up to your ear, heart beating loudly as you listen to the first ring then a second then a third. By the 5th ring you begin to think he isn’t gonna pick up, but as you move the phone away you hear the ringing stop then the sound of sheets shuffling.

“Hello?”

Bakugou’s voice makes your stomach do flips, you’ve heard his morning voice, plenty of times, but damn it never fails to make your heart skip a few beats.

“Hello??”

You quickly clear your throat as you realize you had begun to daze off.

“H-Hey, sorry for waking you up, but um do you think you can come over?” You ask, looking down at your lap watching as you mess with a ring on your pointer finger “You don’t have to, I just can’t get this assignment done and it’s due today and I don’t wanna-“

“Give me 5 minutes”

You’re cut off by Bakugou’s voice, a hinge of annoyance laced in his voice before the call drops.

You feel awful for waking him up, maybe you should have called Kirishima instead. With a sigh you set your phone down on the desk, glancing back towards the clock as you wait for him.

The 5 minutes felt like hours before you finally heard the soft knock then the door finally opening, a tired Bakugou slowly walking into your room. His hair was still the usual unruly mess, the only difference was the fact he was wearing the red and black flannel pajama pants you bought him for the holidays last year.

“This better be good for waking me up at 1am, what do you need?” He asks, closing the door behind him and raising a hand to rub his tired eyes.

“I need help finish these assignments, can you please help me?” You turn toward him, scooting your laptop in his direction, watching as he looks from you to the screen before nodding slowly.

“If I help you, I get to sit in the chair, so move”

You roll your eyes as you stand out of the chair, pushing it towards him lightly, the chair squeaking as he sits down.

After about 5 minutes of you standing next to him, you move his chair, sitting in his lap and facing the laptop. You’re both silent as he writes down each math problem flawlessly, your brain confused on how quickly and easily he’s able to figure out all of this shit.

Of course, he doesn’t make it that easy for you, after every other problem he makes you work it out and do it yourself, letting you use his past ones to help you finish it.

It isn’t until almost 3am when you finally get done, your eyes heavy with exhaustion while Bakugou is rather wide awake from you waking his ass up. Your head rested against his shoulder, your face in the crook of his neck as he began to close out all of the tabs you had managed to open.

His hand slowly running up and down your back, letting you snuggle closer to him, his body heat not helping you stay awake. The soothing sound of his breathing, and the soft ticking of the clock lulling you to sleep.

Although Bakugou wouldn’t dare admit it, he adored the way you’d fall asleep in his arms. He loved the way you scoot closer everytime he moved, your arms wrapping around his middle and fingers hugging tightly to his shirt.

Closing the laptop quietly, he barely lifts you, trying his best to not wake you. His hands gripping your thighs as he walks to your bed, laying you down softly and covering you up. He thought for a moment to leave and return to his room in order to let you sleep peacefully, but decided it against due to the walk back to his room.

He carefully climbed over you, getting comfortable before wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close to his chest, a soft hum falling from your lips as managed to move impossibly closer to him. A simple “goodnight” leaves Bakugou’s mouth as he gently kisses the top of your head before letting himself fall back asleep.

taglist: @katsulovee @blazedbakugou

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dp-marvel94 · 3 years

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I am you (and you are me)

For Invisobang 2021. Art by @bibliophilea

On AO3 and Fanfiction.net

Summary: Set post Kindred Spirits. Something has been different since Danny came back from Vlad's and it started when the older half ghost had the tiny clone overshadow him. The half ghost remembers: His own screams. A pain in his inmost being, in his core. A tug back and forth. Being squeezed. A crash, a collision. And then... the blackness of death.

Danny comes back from the experience changed, with the memories of two lives stuffed in his head and new powers. The fire powers are pretty cool but shrinking, often involuntarily, makes him feel weak and vulnerable. All of it, the powers and memories, terrify him as he learns what they mean. And the thought of telling his loved ones...How can the half ghost hope that Jazz, Sam, and Tucker will understand and accept him now when he himself cannot?

Warnings and Tags: Self harm, Identity confusion, Self-Hatred, Ectoplasm and melting clones related gore, Clone Angst, Nightmares, Memory Issues, Involuntary Shrinking. Panic Attacks, Frostbite is Danny’s Icedad. Evil Vlad Masters, Bad Parent Vlad Masters, Split Danny, Ghost Catcher, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual acceptance (by Danny and by his loved ones). Sibling Bonding, Friendship, Danny finally gets a hug.

Note: Welcome to my Invisobang fic! This is a semi-sequel to my story "Nothing and Everything." It's set directly after that story, though assuming an alternative ending. It is not necessary to read the older story to understand this one. All you need to know is, it deals with the aftermath of Danny being overshadowed by one of the clone's in Kindred Spirits and the emotional impact of the experience.

All that being said, big thanks to my amazing artist @bibliophilea for the amazing comic, and for beta reading! Thanks to @welcome-tothe-mystery-shack for your comments and feedback on this story. And finally, a huge thanks to my dearest sister @nervousdragonrebelpie for looking over chapters and listening to me ramble about this story for the past few months. I wouldn’t have been able to finish this without you.

Preview Below:

Chapter 1:

“No! I’m a person. People have names! I have to have a name. I’m not….” A sob tried to break free from his throat.

A knock suddenly rattled the door. “Danny!” Mom called.

Both boy’s heads popped up, focusing on the door. They turned to face each other. “Don’t do this.” The real Danny begged.

“What?” The being asked.

“Every time you get close to the truth, you dream up a distraction.” His eyes widened in desperate panic. “Please don’t-”

Danny’s eyes popped open, a dream swirling in his mind. His heart raced, the sheets sticking to his sweaty body. His brow wrinkled, one shaking hand moving up to rub his aching head. Aching…. He still had that damn headache.

The boy closed his eyes, trying to push the pain away, to coax his heart rate down. He breathed. In and out. In and out. Slowly, so slowly, the throb in his head dimmed, his heart calming. But still, anxiety ate up his insides.

Blearily, the boy opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling. Dissatisfied, he groaned and rolled onto his side. He clenched and unclenched his fists, balling up the fabric on his bed. His bed. Yes, this was his bed…. Sleeping in a bed was so nice and comfortable but at the same time... something about it felt…. off.

The boy pinched his eyes closed, trying to make sense of the feeling. His stomach flopped. Something was off. Something was different. After today, after he’d come back from Vlad’s, after the man kidnapped him, after the man clo-

Danny cut off the cursed word, his mind refusing. He buried his face in his pillow. Vlad’s. Something had happened, something had.. had changed at Vlad’s but he couldn’t... quite... remember.

It flashed in images. Being locked in a pod. Electrocution. His own screams. Pain. A pain in his inmost being, in his core…. On the bed, Danny’s core throbbed at the thought… A tug back and forth. Then being squeezed. A crash, a collision. And then... blackness.

He’d passed out. Danny knew that much. And he’d woken up at some point later but everything between that and when he had arrived home was a blur.

Confusion. His head swimming. Danielle.. sister… frowning in worry. The hiss of the pod being released. A sigh of relief. An ectoblast. Twisted metal and glass. Ectoplasm. Ectoplasm on his hands, on the floor. Oh god, oh god. He hadn’t meant to do that. He wasn’t... the others weren’t supposed to…. weren't supposed to...

Vlad... Master... Vlad... glaring in pure hatred. “Get behind me.” His ears ringing with a scream. The older halfa being knocked into his shelves. His knees wobbling. He fell and turned human. (Human... why did the fact that he could do that make him so happy?) But then horror. Vlad was still up and moving.

Then Sam and Tucker crashed through, hitting the older man. Locking Vlad (Master) in a pod. He needs... he needs to find Danielle. He needs to find his baby sister. But she’s gone. She’s gone.

His friends’ worried faces. “Danny, you’re not making any sense.” “Hey! Hey! Stay with us!” He wobbled…. where was Danielle?..... falling forward….. Sam and Tucker caught him.

At some point later, he’d woken up on his bed with worried friends and sister who he couldn’t adequately comfort. His head had been pounding and he couldn’t remember what happened to him… and what he did remember made little sense. Sam had checked his eyes; he didn’t have a concussion or any other injuries. With his head throbbing, he’d dismissed the confusion as being from the stress of the kidnapping and electrocution. His friends believed him, though anxiety was plain on their faces. But after a few minutes, his friends had said their goodbyes, leaving him to get some much needed sleep.

But now, the night after, Danny laid on his bed. His headache was gone, his mind clearer. He should feel better yet... his heart was sinking like a stone in his chest. That dream. That dream. That was familiar. So familiar. Like it had really happened. Like... it meant something. And yet…. Danny yawned, sudden tiredness overtaking him. He closed his eyes.

Maybe this was the ramblings of a sleep deprived brain. Yeah, maybe he was just tired. Maybe he’d wake up in the morning and everything would be okay. The boy pulled his covers more tightly around himself and fell asleep.

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The next morning, after quickly getting ready for school and rushing off, found Danny at his locker. The boy frowned, wracking his brain. What was his locker combination again? He spun the lock, landing on 25. That was the first number, right? Then….56. And finally….12? The lock clicked and he pulled the door open.

Danny sighed. Why was that so hard to remember? He’d had to open his locker just yesterday. He should remember… but why did that feel like a lifetime ago?

“Hey! Danny!” Tucker’s voice cut through his thoughts.

Danny gasped in surprise. In his chest, his core swelled and his body reflexively flickered invisible. A second later, he reappeared, rubbing his chest.

The next thing he knew, Sam was at his side. “What was that?”

“Yeah.” His technogeek friend took a step forward, voice quieting. “Your powers haven’t slipped up like that in months.”

Danny frowned, shaking his head. “I guess... I guess I’m still kinda shook up after….” He wrapped his arms around himself.

Sam’s face softened, seeming to understand. “Do you feel any better?” She asked kindly.

The halfa’s brow wrinkled. “Well, my headache’s gone.”

“You do look better.” The goth commented, her brow furrowing with worry. “You looked rough last night.”

“Yeah, you were really out of it too.” Tucker frowned. “You kept asking where someone called Danielle was? And for your sister?” Clear confusion rang out in his voice and just a hint of teasing…. “We kept telling you Jazz was at home, covering for us.” as if the idea that he was worried about his older sister, when she wasn’t even involved, was funny.

But something in the recollection made Danny shiver. He remembered worrying about Danielle. But…. sister... he hadn’t been talking about Jazz. He’d been asking about another girl, with blue eyes and-

“Then you passed out.” Sam continued. “And we took you home.”

For a too long moment, his friends looked at him questioningly. Finally, Danny bit his lip. “I think I remember that.”

The confirmation seemed to encourage his friends. “That’s good.” Said Tucker.

Danny wasn’t sure it was. But he had no more time to think on it before the bell rang and they were walking to their first class.

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During lunch period, Danny sat down at their familiar table, the same one as yesterday and every day since the start of freshman year. He placed down his tray and looked over the tables, waiting for Sam and Tucker to join him.

The boy’s brow furrowed. The cafeteria looked the same as every day. The same as yesterday when…. Danielle phasing through the table, a tiny green speck racing passed him…. At the lunch table, Danny’s core pulsed anxiously. Yes, that had happened but at the same time…. Looking back at the two chasing him. Laughing without sound at their fun game.

Danny shivered, feeling cold. He rubbed his chest, nervously.

“Danny?” Someone was waving a hand in front of his face. “Danny? You with us man?”

The halfa blinked and turned, meeting Tucker’s eyes. “Yeah. What’s up?”

“What’s with the spaciness?” Sam said bluntly. She stabbed at her salad. “You were like that all during English too.”

“Was I?” The boy questioned. He shook his head. “Sorry. Just... thinking about stuff.”

His friends gave him worried looks but didn’t question him. Frankly, it was to Danny’s relief. He couldn’t seem to put his thoughts in order. He couldn’t explain this... weird feeling.

The friends chatted for most of the lunch period, Sam and Tucker dominating the conversation with a debate about the newest Doomed update.

All the while Danny idly rubbed at his chest with one hand. He picked at his cheese fries. Normally they were pretty good, but he wasn’t feeling it today. He shivered again, flinching as his fork fell through his intangible hand.

��Again?” Tucker questioned with a raised brow.

Danny didn’t respond, instead picking up his fork only for his core to flare and the utensil to fall through his fingers again. With an annoyed grumble, the boy rubbed his chest again.

“Do you think something’s up with your powers?” Sam quietly asked.

The halfa looked up, frowning. “No... I mean…”

The goth pointed. “Danny, you keep rubbing your chest.”

Danny looked down, brow furrowing. Below his palm, his core pulsed. There was something… strange about the rhythm and…. he adjusted the position, pressing just the smallest bit harder. Normally, it fit comfortably under his palm but now... “It’s... bigger?” He muttered.

“What?” Tucker asked.

Danny lowered his hand. “My core?” He shook his head. “No... I’m imagining it.” His core pulsed unhappily, even as he rubbed his forehead. “I’m just tired, I guess.”

Sam and Tucker again looked like they wanted to argue, but the bell rang and they split up, each hurrying to their next class.

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The rest of the school day was surprisingly normal. Just his typical classes, without even a ghost fight to interrupt his day. Danny should have felt relieved for such a chill day after what happened last night but yet…. The boy tapped his pencil on his desk. He felt anxious. He must still be shook up, like he told his friends this morning.

Danny bit his lip, shaking the writing instrument in his hand again. It went flying out of his grip and clattered onto the floor. The boy huffed as he bent down to grab it. His hand hadn’t even turned intangible this time.

With that, the boy straightened in his seat. He glanced at the clock. 20 more minutes left in class. Just 20 minutes. Then he could go home and take a nap. He rubbed his eyes. He was still tired after getting back so late. Maybe some sleep would help him feel better.

Soon enough, the bell rang. Danny stood and walked to his locker. This time, he remembered the combination without wracking his brain. He pulled out his books and turned to his friends, who were collecting their own belongings.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Danny said.

“Yeah, see you later.” Tucker replied.

“Call us if something comes up with the ghosts.” Sam frowned. “I’m grounded but…. I’ll sneak out if you need me.”

The technogeek groaned. “Don’t remind me. I’m grounded too.”

The halfa looked down guiltily. “Sorry.” He bit his lip. “You guys shouldn’t be grounded because you had to save my sorry butt.”

“It’s fine.” Sam comforted. “We weren’t not going to save you. We’re your friends.”

“Yeah.” Tucker agreed. “It’s just the price to pay for being superheroes.”

Danny half-smiled, though he didn’t much feel like it. He wasn’t much of a hero. Guilt still choked his heart. He hated getting his friends in trouble. But still…. “Thanks for having my back.”

“No problem.” Tucker confirmed.

Then down the hall, someone called his name. “Danny?”

The boy turned. It was his sister, Jazz. He frowned. Oh right, he hadn’t talked to her since he’d been half out of it last night.

The girl quickly approached. “There you are. Come on. I’m driving you home.”

Jazz didn’t give him a choice as she started leading him towards the entrance. Danny waved at his friends, watching their worried faces until he turned the corner.

Less than two minutes later, the pair were seated in Jazz’s car. The girl didn’t start the vehicle, instead turning to face her brother. “Are you going to tell me what happened yesterday?”

“I... Uh…” Danny stuttered, trying to collect his thoughts.

“You disappeared during the middle of school. Sam and Tucker said some weird ghost girl showed up. You went off to fight some ghost and the next thing they knew, Vlad was carrying you away.”

The boy crossed his arms. “It sounds like you already know what happened.” He muttered.

Jazz pinned a serious look. “I know Vlad kidnapped you but…. what did he do to you?”

Danny paled. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Something happened. You were unconscious when Sam and Tucker got back. And you were super out of it when you woke up. But you weren’t physically hurt. What did Vlad do to you?” His sister pushed.

Danny swallowed, his stomach flopping. “I... I don’t…. It’s fuzzy….”

Jazz rose a brow, her tone suggesting she knew there was more to it. “Danny.”

The boy flinched. “I... he... Vlad electrocuted me?” He remembered. Being locked in a pod, electricity running through him. The creepy hologram of his mom. But... but... there was more.

His sister paled. “Oh... I’m so sorry.” Her voice softened and she didn’t say anything for a while, then… “Do you know why he did that?”

Danny stiffened, looking up. The reason sparked in his mind, with the image. Vlad hissing in front of him, boasting his plan. The man had explained but…. the words stayed just out of reach. Danny's face set in a pointed frown. He shook his head.

Jazz’s own frown deepened. “That little girl…. Sam and Tucker said she looked just like you in ghost form. What does she have to do with all this?”

The boy avoided her eyes, heart fluttering nervously. The little girl.... her face snapped into focus in his mind. Danielle, that was her name. But... there was another word. Started with an S or…. a C. She was like him; she was a clo-

Danny shook his head. No, that wasn’t right. Well…. part of it was right. Danielle had been there. She’d been helping Vlad. She helped the man hurt him; painful betrayal stabbed at him from the thought. But at the same time…

“She helped me. She helped me fight Vlad.” The half ghost said quietly, awed realization sparking as he remembered.

“But… who was she?” Jazz asked, equally quietly.

Just like that, the boy paled again. The word, the cursed word, formed in his mind without his permission. Clone. She was a clone of…. him?... No... that didn’t sound right... he was the same as her but... it had to be true. His frown deepened.

“Who was she?” His older sister asked again.

The boy shivered. “I... I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Danny.” Her voice softened. “You can tell me. It’s-”

“I... I can’t... I don’t wanna talk about it.” He focused on his hands in his lap, trying to keep them from shaking.

“Clearly, whatever happened is bothering you. You can tell me.”

“No. I-” Danny bit his lip, reaching for the door. He couldn’t stay in here with her, couldn’t deal with the questions he had no answers for or rather... questions he couldn’t bear to answer. The… the c word... he couldn’t say it, could barely think it. How could he explain how everything felt wrong, like he wasn’t actually-

“Wait.” Jazz cut off his thoughts. “You don’t have to talk until you’re ready. Just... let me drive you home.”

The boy lowered his hand and slumped back in his seat. “You... you promise? You won’t press?”

His sister’s brow furrowed. Her face was tight, like she didn’t want to agree; but after a long moment, she sighed. “Alright. I promise.”

Danny nodded. “Let’s go then.”

Jazz turned the car on, put it into drive, and pulled out of the parking lot. They drove home in silence. Once they arrived, the boy went straight up to his room. He rubbed his head, flopping down onto his bed. He needed... he needed a nap. Yeah…. That was it. He was still tired.

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Sister smiled down at him. “Look at this!” The black haired girl held up her crayon drawing. “This is me.” She pointed. “And Muscles. And Bones. And Daniel.” Her smile widened as she tapped at the last figure. “And this is you.”

The being tilted his head. He floated up, placing small hands on the green figure on the paper. He blinked owlishly up at the girl.

The corner of the girl's mouth turned down. She placed down the paper and offered him a crayon. “Come on. You try.”

The tiny being hovered forward, reaching out to touch the crayon. It was so big, almost half as tall as he was. He frowned, trying to understand.

“Make yourself a little bigger and you’ll be able to hold it.” She encouraged. “Come on. You can do it.”

The being scrunched his brow and he stretched. He was about the size of a toddler, maybe two and a half feet tall. He reached out, grabbing the crayon with his slightly larger hands.

“Great.” Sister said. She pushed a fresh piece of paper in front of him. “Now you draw. Like this.” She demonstrated, rubbing the crayon against the paper so color transferred onto it.

The being flopped down, sitting on the floor. Slowly, so slowly, he copied the girl. He traced his drawing instrument over the paper. He scribbled, creating a mess of lines and shapes without meaning or purpose.

Sister smiled proudly anyway. “You’re doing it. Good job, Tiny.”

He beamed, something in him sparking at the praise. He continued scribbling but the image changed into something more purposeful. A house took shape, stick figures. A large man and slimmer woman. A little girl and a little boy.

The little boy giggled at his drawing. His hands were chubbier than before. A toddler’s, instead of the miniaturized version of a teen’s.

“Jazzy!” He looked up, showing off his drawing to the little redhead girl.

His older sister looked up. “That looks great, Danny!” She put her own crayons down, rubbing her sweaty forehead. “It’s so hot.”

The boy suddenly dropped his crayons and drawing. “Outside! Let’s go outside!”

“But it’s hot.” The girl repeated.

The boy was already running off. “Mommy! Mommy! Can we play in the sprinklers?! Please! Please!”

Mommy turned around from where she was making lunch. “After we eat, okay?”

“Okay!” The four year old beamed, already running up the stairs to get his swim trunks.

The next thing he knew, he was outside. Mommy set up the sprinkler. He and Jazzy ran around it, giggling. Daddy came outside with water balloons and Danny let out a happy scream. “Water balloons!”

The little boy grabbed one and threw it at his sister.

Danny blinked awake to bright light on his face. His nose wrinkled. It was still light out? Oh wait, he had been taking a nap. He sat up, yawning and rubbing his forehead. He’d been dreaming again, this time about…. He shivered, remembering. He’d been playing in the back yard with Jazz when he was four. And... he’d been with Danielle. She’d been showing him how to draw.

The boy’s stomach flopped. That didn’t make sense. That hadn’t happened. Maybe... maybe he was thinking about her because Jazz had asked, earlier, when they’d been in the car but... that had felt like a memory.

Dread balled in his gut. He’d been small, smaller than her hand. And then he’d stretched and he was bigger, about the size of a toddler. Danny looked down at his hands, his human, properly sized hands. That, changing his size, wasn’t something he could do but…. In the dream, Danielle had called him Tiny. It didn’t make sense and yet….

He remembered. One of the other clones. The small green one. Danny shivered. That one, that one could shrink. That clone had overshadowed him.

The knowledge hit Danny like a ton of bricks. The tiny clone had overshadowed him. How... how didn’t he remember that until just now? How hadn’t he realized? Danny grimaced, a sickening feeling squeezing his insides. He’d been possessed. Someone else had been in his body, controlling his actions, messing with his mind. The boy wrapped his arms around himself. He felt violated at the thought. That was so wrong. Vlad had ordered one of his clones to overshadow him. And…. more memories of the experience pressed into his mind.

Danny had been semi-aware of the other presence. There had been a fight for control, another core so close to his and…. Memories, thoughts that weren’t his. Flashes of the tiny clone’s memories. And the feeling of tiny hands rifling through his own mind.

Danny pulled his knees to his chest. That must be why he’s felt so off. It was the aftereffects of being possessed. And that dream, the flashes of memory…. he must be remembering what he’d seen and felt from the tiny clone while it had been possessing him.

The boy sighed. But... the feeling would go away eventually, right? It would. He’d felt off after Sidney had overshadowed him as well. It had taken a bit to get used to being in his own body again. And Sidney was more experienced with overshadowing than his clone had been. The ghostly nerd knew how to push Danny’s spirit out of his body, instead of forcing both ghosts to cohabitate. That was why there were strange memories now, unlike last time.

But it didn’t matter. He’d get back to normal soon enough and his friends and sister would have nothing to worry about. Everything would be okay, right?

Danny stood up, rolling his shoulders to stretch. He had homework to do. He sat down at his desk, trying to ignore the way his stomach still flopped.

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His Good Sweater: Chapter 10

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Shoutout to my bestie @acollectionofficsandshit for all the drunk comments she made while betaing this one... Wish you guys could see them lol

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Recommended song: “Amnesia" by 5SOS

Pierre paces in his dinky trailer at the Circuit of the Americas and desperately tries to forget you exist. He had already taken down the pictures on the wall but the images were burned into his brain. He had shoved your shirt under his bed, having absolutely no idea how it had made its way halfway around the world to taunt him.

He was slowly unraveling like a spool of thread on a loom as you wove him irrevocably into the tapestry of your life.

The race in Austin started in less than two hours and you hadn't texted him. Not once in the handful of years he'd known you had you neglected to wish him luck before a race, even if it was 2 am your time or you had exams, you always took thirty seconds to warn him to be safe and finish well.

He was beginning to think you hated him for how he'd acted at the gala last weekend, jealous and possessive from afar. Talking to you would have been the better choice. But seeing you laugh and dance the night away had hurt too much. He’d slipped out early after Victoria assured him she could find a ride and sped home to fall apart.

He had only barely managed to piece himself together in time for the race.

Pierre checks his phone for the third time in as many minutes and swears under his breath. He didn't know why he expected it to ring and for your face to pop up at this point. Even if you called to tear into him, he'd still fall to his knees at the sound of your voice. He just wanted to hear you speak, didn't care what was said, only that he could latch onto your words and lose himself in them.

Hope sparks when his phone chimes but he nearly throws it across the trailer when he sees Charles' name.

Heard from her yet?

No. At this point I'm beginning to think I never will again.

Maybe she fell asleep early?

It's 5 pm in London. I'll bet you she's eating a bowl of takeout from the Chinese place down the street, not sleeping.

Its still possible. Don't dwell on it. This isn't the headspace you wanna be in before a race. Block it out. I don't wanna see my best friend wind up hurt today.

Pierre didn't reply, if only because Charles was right. Worrying would get him nowhere. After his shitty qualifying yesterday, he started thirteenth on the grid so he had his work cut out for him. Austin offered plenty of opportunity for overtakes; he could get the job done if his team made the right calls.

And if he made it to the podium, you would have to text him.

The thin mattress groans when he sits to unlace his hastily tied race boots. He folds his legs to sit criss cross and places his palms on his knees. The familiar pose already has some of the tension leaving his shoulders as his eyes slide shut. He breathes in for ten seconds, reflecting on what ails him. He holds the breath for five seconds before releasing it slowly.

He repeats the process until he comes to terms with the fact that you won't be wishing him luck. That was your choice; there was nothing he could do about it and therefore no sense reading into it. He had done all he could to convince you to trust him. The ball was in your court; he had to be patient and wait for you to take a shot.

“Focus,” he murmurs to himself, forcing any erroneous thoughts from his head. “Walk through the track.”

The circuit at Austin was challenging, consisting of a mix of 20 sweeping corners and scattered hairpins. He was almost lucky in a way to be starting so far back on the grid because turn one was only a few hundred meters from pole and their tires would be slightly colder and less grippy upon arrival than his would be. The few extra seconds afforded to him by starting thirteenth could mean the opportunity to leap frog past his rivals in the first corner.

The counterclockwise circuit meant he would have to keep an eye on his front left tire too, as it would wear faster than the others. He'd change gears an average of 66 times per lap, higher than similar length tracks like Monaco. Pit stops cost an average of nineteen seconds, meaning he would need to build a significant gap to the driver chasing him in order to avoid the threat of any undercuts.

There were too many variables occupying space in his mind to afford you a sliver of it.

Some time later he decides that his four leaf clover tucked safely in the worn leather of his wallet will provide all the luck he needs and switches on his pre race playlist after popping in his ear buds.

"Sights on the podium," he murmurs to himself, hand on the doorknob. "Let's race."

The bass flows through him as his feet carry him to the Alpha Tauri garage on autopilot, through the back entrance and to his plain white driver room. The familiar beats are a numbing salve spread on his frayed nerves, his anticipation rising like a crimson wave in his veins. He leaves his clothes in a haphazard heap in the corner and changes into the white fireproofs hanging nearby, thoughts momentarily veering to you knocking on the door and stripping them right back off.

Shaking his head to clear his mind, he runs through his usual stretch sets until Pyry arrives to walk him through reflex exercises.

"How's your head?" Pyry asks, running him through more cool down stretches. "Do we need to take a minute and do some meditation?"

"Beat you to it," Pierre grunts out, pushing back against the hand on his head to work his neck. "I'm good."

"You sound better than you have all week, I'll give you that. Keep that focus, use it to propel yourself forward."

"Run me through the lineup again," Pierre requests, "I need something else to think about."

Because if he let his mind follow the path it wanted to, it would inevitably lead to you and undo the work he had done to avoid that. He needed to be empty of anything that wasn't racing, anything else was an unnecessary distraction that had the potential to end in disaster.

Pyry rattles off the grid in order of who Pierre needs to overtake, pausing between each name to give him time to recall their driving styles and potential chinks in their armor to exploit. He knew from tapes of previous years that Stroll often ran wide into turn one, giving Pierre the option to brake late and sweep up the inside. Vettel was half convinced the track was cursed, so his mind would work against him enough that Pierre could exploit it and get past at some point. He continued until he got to Hamilton and Max locking out the front row, where he would need a bit of luck to overtake.

"You got it?" Pyry asks, stepping back.

Pierre rolls his shoulders and nods.

"Get shit done mate," Pyry says and bumps fists with his driver. He slips out to allow Pierre a moment to center himself before slipping into his race suit, leaving it half unzipped and tying it around his waist before following his trainer.

Pyry leads the way to where the matte navy and white car waits, mechanics swarming it like studious worker bees tending to their queen. No one talks to him save his engineer because words from anyone else threaten to break his carefully constructed race mentality. If they wanted him to bring home points, they knew to leave him alone once he was suited up.

His mind is blank of anything but statistics as he twists his ear buds in and pulls on his balaclava and helmet. As his vision narrows to the sliver of track he can see through his visor, so does his focus. With forty minutes to lights out, he's directed out onto the track. He rips the wheel to the right as he exits the garage, getting a decent powerslide for his efforts.

There was no doubt in his mind that he would land on the podium, if only to see the look on your face when he did.

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It took an unfathomable amount of restraint to keep yourself from calling Pierre to wish him luck.

You texted Max instead, wishing him a safe and comfortable podium a half hour before lights out. He hadn't responded, likely already in the garage with his trainer going through his pre race routine.

The pace Max had set the day before had awarded him pole position and the margin between him and Hamilton had been enough that you were confident in his ability to hold off the Mercedes for all fifty six laps.

If you were honest with yourself, you were disappointed that the Alpha Tauri you so desperately tried to ignore would be starting in thirteenth. You try not to think about it, instead queueing up SkySports and opening your laptop for pre race coverage. You avoid the interviews in favor of listening to the commentators analyze the grid.

"It should be an easy win for Max as long as he fends off Hamilton until the first round of pit stops. The undercut works well here, as Red Bull proved last year, and I'm sure they plan on doing the same thing this year."

You hum in agreement, gingerly sipping your steaming tea. You really ought to consider a career as a sportscaster at this point based on how often you came to the same conclusions they did.

"I think one of the biggest shakeups is Russell starting all the way up in eleventh after his amazing qualifying for Williams yesterday. Think he can hold onto that position?"

"He's got some fierce competition not far behind in the form of Alpha Tauri. Gasly starts thirteenth- surprisingly far back on the grid given the otherwise flawless performance he's shown this year. But it seems likely that he should be able to overtake-"

You flick the tv on mute, unable to stomach listening to them sing his praises. You numb your mind with social media until the Formula 1 theme plays on your laptop, alerting you that there's a few minutes until race start. Tire blankets are peeled off and the drivers weave their way through the formation lap with the exception of Kimi who takes his traditional straight line approach to warm up his supersoft tires.

Most of the front runners are on ultrasofts, indicating a two stop strategy. It was Pirelli's recommended approach, and you were glad that Horner heeded their advice for once and let Max use the ultras in Q2. It would give Max the upper hand over Hamilton who starts on the yellow sidewall tire and thus slightly slower lap times.

Crofty and Brundle break down the notable turns as the cars line up on the grid, pointing out the sharp hairpin only a few hundred meters from pole position. If Max got away clean, he would be ahead of the cramped pack and have an even better edge over the silver arrows who would be forced to queue behind him.

The traditional "lights out and away we go" kicks off the grand prix, engines roaring into the first turn. Max does manage to get away clean and is awarded with an immediate advantage. Turn one proves tragic for the Alfa Romeo of Raikonnen and the Asthon Martin of Stroll who collide and cause Kimi to spin. They rejoin at the back of the pack, your eyes snagging on the navy and white of an Alpha Tauri as it streams past.

Your heart spins in a similar fashion when the GAS driver tag leaps up two places in the timing table, suddenly in eleventh due to the incident. Your gaze snaps to the laptop humming on your legs before you remember its Max's driver cam you queued up. The Dutchman is silent as his engineer relays information about the incident and informs him of the widening gap between those chasing him.

“Confirm received,” Gianpiero says calmly. No matter the situation or how heated Max got, he always kept his head. It was what made the duo such a good match and had likely kept Max from going off the rails on more than one occasion.

“Yeah,” Max says shortly, clearly pissed about how quickly Hamilton was approaching. “Let me know when I’ve got enough charge to get out of range.”

“Yep, will do. Just keep this pace and you’ll hold him at bay.”

Live coverage replays the incident between Stroll and Raikonnen from the view of onboard with Pierre. The instant the 10 on the halo appears in the center of your screen you suck in a breath. He yanks the wheel to avoid colliding with Ocon, who had to do the same to keep from hitting his teammate as they navigate through the carnage.

You chew on your lip and try to refocus on the battle between the front runners. Not much is happening in the midfield for the next thirty or so laps and Max just barely manages to build a solid enough gap between himself and Hamilton to dive into the pits comfortably without losing places.

Your phone rings and you answer it without checking who it was as the only person you wouldn't answer was currently occupied.

"Hello?"

"Why the fuck didn't they pit Daniel?!"

You grin, noting the blistering beginning on his front left tire as SkySports switches to his onboard camera. "Because he's about to pass Charles," you tell Dan's girlfriend. She didn't call you often during races. It was likely that she knew you were nearing your wits end and this was her way of offering support.

"He won't be able to with those tires- oh." She breaks off when Daniel passes a DRS detection zone and his rear wing opens, allowing him to pass the Monegasque with ease.

"Told you," you say with a touch of reprimand. "You're always too nervous about those things. Daniel knows how to drive, just trust him to get the job done and he'll bring home another trophy for your apartment."

"I don't live here," she points out and you roll your eyes. She had lived in London as long as you had known her, but she was almost always at Daniel's apartment whether he was in town or not. Daniel digs in as the camera follows him for a lap, highlighting the widening gap between the McLaren and the Ferrari.

"You basically do. At this point, you're paying rent for a dusty one bedroom apartment on the east side that you set foot in maybe once a month." She scoffs but you push on, "a waste of sterling if you ask me, when you're at Daniel's every time I ask you to do anything."

"You act like I never- there goes Pierre!"

His name sparks dread in your gut as your attention flicks back to the screen in time to see him overtake Bottas on the inside of turn one. He'd managed to claw up to fifth with the move, somehow gaining places while you weren't looking.

"Good for him," you croak, trying your best to be genuinely happy for him. He was pushing the car to the limit and you'd be amazed if he didn't wind up on the podium along with Dan and Max. Charles and Hamilton were the only ones in his way, and something told you Charles wouldn’t put up much of a fight when his mate reached his gearbox. Hamilton would prove a challenge but he had been making tiny mistakes all day. Nothing significant, though enough to add up to him barely holding onto second while Daniel rode his gearbox.

"He's got ten laps to get past those two," she murmurs as if momentarily forgetting you were on the phone.

"Can we talk about literally anything else please?" You whisper, half tempted to shut off the race completely.

"Babe, you have to face the music at some point. Either you never want to see him again or you love him, which is it?"

She never failed to be anything but brutally honest. You appreciate it because everyone else let you brush off your problems, but she called you on your bullshit. She would needle you about it until you folded.

"I think it's better for both of us if I pretend we never met, don't you?"

"Easier for you, yes," she agrees. "But it'll kill Pierre. You don't think you could keep in touch with him, just as friends?"

"I don't know if I can handle that. I can barely look at him without wanting to bawl my eyes out."

She sighs, pausing to contemplate what to say. Voice soft, she continues, "Why don't you just take him back? Clearly it's ruining both of you. Are you really gonna let the press wreck the best you ever had? I know its hard but-"

"I'm not like you," you cut in. "I can't just ignore the articles and the comments and pretend there aren't people out there that hate me for being with him. They came to my house, disrupted my family. Hell, Ben can't even go to school without being mobbed by his classmates demanding answers. If my suffering is what allows my family to go about their lives then so be it."

"If that's what you wanna believe."

You sigh, tangling your fingers in the hem of your shirt. "It is."

"Alright," she says, voice teetering on a knife's edge. "I know better than to try to change your mind when you're like this. He's on the podium by the way. Oh, and watch what you say to Max- Pierre will read into it."

She hangs up without a goodbye, leaving you to deal with the realization that the podium is indeed VER RIC GAS on your own. Your eyes are glued to the Red Bull and McLaren drivers, blatantly ignoring the one in the white suit as the anthems play and the champagne is sprayed, turning away to busy yourself with making coffee when Daniel hands his liquid filled race boot to third place.

You weren't quite sure how you were supposed to watch what you said to Max- there was no reason to in your mind. Max was your next closest friend on the grid and you had every right to congratulate him if you wanted to.

Resolute in your decision, you text Max and Daniel a quick congratulations before shutting off the TV and closing your laptop.

Max's insane custom ringtone he'd selected for himself nearly makes you jump out of your skin when it blares from your phone.

"Hey great race-"

"Did you see it? I wasn't sure if you'd watch it- did you see my move on Hamilton when he tried to get past me?" He was talking a mile a minute like he was still out on track. "I was like- and then Dan tried to overtake me on the final lap and I was like no way! And then-"

"Max," you chime in, dragging out the 'a' with a sing-song voice. "You're rambling."

"Oh right. Yeah but I made it! Led every lap and finished with another win."

"That's great." You force as much enthusiasm in the words as possible, trying to match his chaotic energy. "You did great. I know it probably doesn't mean much, but I'm proud to be your friend. You beat a world champ!"

"It means a lot-"

"Who's that?"

You stiffen at the familiar cadence. You had assumed Max was back in the garage when he called, but he must have still been in the podium room. You could picture him in his race suit, smudges of grease and dirt staining the pristine white. Beads of sweat probably ran down his neck, begging to be brushed away by your tongue.

"Uh, no one," Max says in a lame attempt to cover up his digression. "I gotta go," he whispers to you.

"Let me talk-"

"Wait don't," you start, but the call ends abruptly and you blink. You stare down at your phone, completely dumbfounded. Of course his instinct would be to talk to you, to share the euphoria of a podium with you. It was the first victory in three years he wouldn't have you to celebrate with.

It was only a matter of time until his resolve popped like the cork on his champagne.

**********

Pierre's phone is in his hand as soon as Max hangs up. He hefts his trophy in the other, a wild grin on his sweaty face as he snaps a picture. He makes sure he's the only one in the frame, shamelessly wanting himself to be the center of your attention.

"Mate," Daniel pipes up, catching his eye, "you think that's a good idea?"

Pierre sighs, cutting the Australian a glare. "I'm just trying to fill her in."

"Wasn't your plan to give her space?"

"It's been a week, isn't that long enough?"

"Take it from me, sometimes it takes months for someone to figure things out. Hell, you know how long it took me to sort through my feelings for-"

"I know," Pierre cuts in. "I know. I just- a snap can't hurt can it? C'mon, I just got a podium! If it goes bad I can blame it on the post race jitters."

Daniel holds up his hands and shrugs. "You're a grown man. Do what you want."

Pierre studies the photo, scrutinizing the way his hair was plastered to his head and the awkward way he'd posed to keep anyone but himself out of the frame. It's his genuine smile that he knows will do you in, and ultimately the reason he sends it.

His phone is a lead weight clutched in his grip as he winds through the paddock, constantly stopped by vips and team members congratulating him. None of what anyone says registers, he just tries his best to match their mood and sputter praises about his team's contributions to his podium.

The snap you finally send back is only from the eyes up, but it's enough. He's surrounded by people in his driver room, but for ten seconds it might as well have just been him staring at a sliver of your face on a screen.

The tiny lines at the corners of your shining eyes tell him you're smiling, which is a step in the right direction even if you won't let him see your entire face. It's enough to reignite the hope that slumbered in his chest while waiting for you to pull the trigger and make a move.

He sends back a video of the people in the room, who cheer when they realize they're being filmed. 'Wish you were here,' is what he captions it and sends it without giving himself a chance to overthink.

Ten minutes pass with no reply.

The beer he’s already consumed have given him a pleasant buzz as well as an excuse to make a bad decision or two. He takes another video of the room to post to his Instagram story, 'Missing you' written in the lower left corner.

Fuck, he hopes you'll see it and regret leaving him on read. Instead all he gets is a text from Charles chastising him for stirring up drama.

Really Pierre?

Blame it on the alcohol, he texts back.

I know you aren’t drunk. You can’t form a coherent sentence when you are.

Guess i gotta drink more then

Pierre doesn’t turn anyone bearing alcohol away. He's two celebratory shots deep when Daniel finds him sulking in a corner. "You've got my girl texting me freaking out over your story. I've seen it and I gotta agree with her. Was that really necessary?"

"She left me on read," Pierre says like that was enough explanation. His head was spinning and it was getting hard to keep the room upright. "And it's the truth. I miss her like hell. I want her here. She was supposed to come, you know? I was gonna have her fly in with me on the jet. She doesn't start class again until June. I had this whole week planned out. I was gonna show her Texas- she’s from New York and..."

He trails off when he notes Dan’s pitying smile. Daniel sighs and runs a hand through his curls. "I know. I get it, okay? I know it's hard but you can't force it. You've gotta let her come back on her own, all you're doing now is pushing her away."

He was fucking clueless when it came to these things. He'd had you for a few precious moments and now that he'd lost you he didn't know how to act. His mind was running on hazy autopilot; he barely knew which way was up, let alone did he trust himself to make any sort of important decision.

He stares down at the shot he'd been handed at some point before throwing it back. The cheap whiskey burns his throat but he barely registers the sting. "Should I take it down?"

"She already saw it," Daniel says gently, as if he anticipates how bad the fuck up will hurt. And it does. It hits him like a tire wall at two hundred kph, knowing that you were probably ranting or crying on the phone with Daniel’s girlfriend. "But yeah, that's probably best. People are already wondering what happened between you two, no need to throw fuel on the fire."

"You're probably right-" Pierre cuts off when Charles arrives with a grimace on his face. He shakes his head and gives his friend’s shoulder a squeeze.

"For once I'm not the dumb one."

"You're a dick, you know that right?" Daniel says, allowing Pierre to delete the post. It takes him a few tries before he gets it down, but undeniably rumors will be circulating in the morning if they weren’t already.

"Honestly what were you thinking?" Charles demands, edging towards full blown yelling. "I told you to leave her be. The gossip stemming from this isn’t gonna help.”

The last thing he needed was someone else telling him how stupid his decision had been. At least Daniel had the decency to show sympathy.

"Honestly?" Pierre responds with the same intensity, his anger flaring. "Honestly, Charles, I was thinking that she was happy for me but was too afraid to take the leap. She haunts me. Every second I’m awake I have to force myself away from her. Even when I’m asleep I can’t get away from her. So I don’t know, maybe I wanted to haunt her too."

“This isn’t the way you win her back and you know it.”

“I know!” Pierre throws up his hands. “But what else am I supposed to do? She won’t talk to me. She has no problem talking to Max or Daniel but apparently she draws the line at me.”

“You know it’s not-” Daniel's eyes flick to his phone and he fights back a grin. All it does is remind Pierre that he lost the person that could bring that sort of smile to his own face. "Fellas I wish I could stay and help but I gotta get going. Charles, I think Pierre needs another drink." He slaps five American dollars in the Monegasque's hand. "First one is on me."

Pierre is too deep in a spiral to care when his friend drags him from the party to a bar just south of the circuit. Somehow it was within walking distance; the floor was sticky and the lighting was for shit but he didn't care.

Pierre's focus was on downing shot after shot, erasing the broken image of you his mind had conjured up. He never should have posted the story. It only served to feed into what the media had been speculating for the past week and dredged up more tension between you.

Pierre stops checking his phone two shots later. The liquor provides a wet blanket over his senses, dousing him in cold water and scrambling his brain. He could barely remember his own name, but yours still lived in the corner of his mind.

Even drunk, he refused to forget you.

Two hours and who knows how much alcohol later, Charles helps Pierre back to his hotel room.

Pierre falls asleep as soon as he hits the mattress, head too blurry to dredge up memories of you.

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